by L. V. Lane
“Good lass,” he says, sinking a thick finger into her gushing pussy, and turning her sounds into needy whimpers. “You took that so well. I’m going to make sure you come just as soon as you accept the plug.”
His finger makes a delicious wet sound as he pumps it slowly in and out. His head lifts, and his eyes meet mine before returning to the bed. “I think we will start with the medium one,” he says.
Her shocked gasp of outrage on learning that he is skipping the smallest one brings a smirk to my lips. “Hush, lass,” he says. “This is not for you to decide. We shall use the medium one for now. Once you have had a little time for the plug to stretch you, we will leave the smaller one in while you go about your chores. You will find it much easier to bear if you have taken the larger one, first.”
“Use plenty of the oil, Fen,” he says to me. “It will help it to slide in.”
I stumble in a trance to the bed where the small bottle of special oil and plugs wait. Now that I am closer, I can see how drenched she is. “The lass has responded perfectly to the discipline,” I say.
“She has been a good girl for us,” he says, pulling his finger from her little pussy and giving her inflamed bottom a little tap. “Up you get, Hazel. You will bend over the bed for this so that Fen can get to you easily.”
I catch a glimpse of her tear-stained face as she rises. He pauses to brush her hair from her cheeks, cuddling her to him and filling his big hand with her hot little bottom. She twitches and gasps. If I weren’t already halfway in love with her, the cuteness has clinched it.
“You have felt my finger there. This will not be so different,” Jack says, encouraging her to get into position over the side of the bedding platform. She sends a furtive glance at me before burying her face in the furs. “Reach your hands back,” Jack instructs. “Pull yourself open like I have taught you.”
I shoot him a glare. The fucker is doing this on purpose to make me lose my fucking load.
Her little hands tremble as she pulls her bottom cheeks open. I can see her little hole clenching, for our sweet little Beta is very tense. My fingers shake, too, as I unstopper the bottle. “How is this to be done?” I look to Jack for direction; I don’t want to fuck this up and hurt her. “Should I work the oil in with my fingers first?”
“Yes,” he says. “Use plenty of oil and open her. Then you can push the plug in.”
Her fingers turn white against the heated pink flesh of her bottom. She hisses as I trickle the oil and press my middle finger slowly in.
“Oh!” her hands tremble. I can feel her bottom clenching over my finger. “Fuck, she is tight,” I say. “I don’t think my cock will ever go in here.”
“She will learn to accept it,” Jack says, tone brokering no discussion. After I work a little oil in, I pet over the sensitive area near the entrance before sinking my finger in again. This time she clamps tightly over my finger when I press it inside. I share a look with Jack, he grins back. “She comes very powerfully when I pet her little bottom. She will come to enjoy our cocks here. Maybe more than she enjoys the rutting of her pussy.” He strokes gentle fingers through her hair when she frets a little at this news.
I work more oil inside, rubbing all around the little puckered entrance before thrusting my finger inside two or three times. Soon, her channel is slick, and I force my second finger in.
“Oh!”
She releases her bottom cheeks. Instinctively, I thrust my fingers deeper to keep her still as Jack grasps a fistful of her hair. “Good girl. Just lay there and let Fen do as he needs to.”
I thrust in and out. She is very tight and won’t stop clenching. But she is also slippery with the copious oil, and her small struggles do not stop me.
“I think she is ready for the plug,” I say. The truth is, I am fucking desperate to fill her pussy, and I think that will come around sooner once I have seated the plug.
Jack nods. I ease my fingers out, watching as her little bottom hole winks and clenches from the stretching in the most enticing way. It is not until the plug is next to her bottom entrance that I realize how big it is. I pour a little more oil over it for good measure before pushing the polished tapered tip in.
“Oh! It is too big,” she wails, bringing a smirk to my lips.
“Naughty, lass. It is not yet as thick as my fingers were. Do you need some more time over Jack’s lap before you can be good for us?”
She quietens, although there is a great deal of twitching when it nears the widest point.
“Bear down, lass,” Jack says. “If you can push back, it will be easier on your bottom.”
Noticing her bottom clench, I twist the plug. I think she likes the feeling, although I can see it is a struggle for her to take.
I like that it is a struggle. I cannot deny that I’m aroused by the thought of tossing the plug aside and forcing her to take my cock in this tight place right now. I’m a little rougher about the task than I might have been in my enthusiasm and the plug pops in.
“Goddess!” Her body goes completely stiff, and she emits a sharp guttural moan. “Ohgodohgodohgod!”
“Fuck!” I mutter. Her bottom keeps clenching rhythmically over the little plug, making it move about. “Fuck, she is coming. I need to fuck her.”
My fingers fumble the ties of my hide pants. I don’t even wait to seek Jack’s permission. I can think of nothing beyond the need to feel her pussy gripping my me under this powerful climax.
“Good girl,” Jack says, holding her still against the furs as I line my cock up with her pussy.
I thrust.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I growl as my hips snap back and forth. “She is already coming. She is coming all over my cock.” The plug makes her clenching pussy strange. I can feel it every time I plow her cunt. I grit my teeth. The pleasure is intense. I am so fucking hard, it’s like I want to come too much, and I cannot fucking come!
Each stroke bangs the flared base of the plug and drives a gasp or squeal of pleasure from her lips. I am sweating. My balls are tight to the point of pain. I am going to empty a bucket inside her when I come. I land a sharp spank against her ass. “Clench me again.” She wails her protest, but another sharp spank sees her do as she is told.
“Ahhh!!! Fuck!” The gush of cum exploding from the tip of my cock is so intense, I almost forget myself and fill her with my knot. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” My hips jerk erratically. “She is coming again,” I gasp in wonder. “The lass is made for rutting.”
She is still fucking coming—I am still coming too—but I’m fighting the urge to slam my knot in, so I ease from her hot cunt.
“Fuck!” I mutter as a gush of come pours out. I want to push my cock in again despite it being too intense, for I do not like the sight of all my seed spilling out. I don’t get a chance. Jack snatches her up and fills her in a single thrust.
I stagger to my feet, half in a stupor as my brother fucks her hard and fast.
She squeals after a particularly savage thrust, and I think he has just found her limit.
Jack
No sooner does Fen stagger away than I am taking his place and spearing her gushing cunt. I suffer a compelling notion that plugging the hole will stop the wastage, but I’m also riveted by her clenching bottom. Her pussy clamps over my length so strongly, I forget everything, including breathing for an extended period.
“She has taken to this so well,” I growl between thrusts. The fullness and the sensation of her clenching is fucking amazing. I think I am going to keep her plugged all the time.
The poor lass is wailing and coming near constantly. I want to last, but too soon, I’m spewing deep.
“She really enjoyed the plug,” Fen says as I am still gasping and fighting the urge to bury my bulging knot. “She is a natural. What a treasure we have found.”
I don’t even need to tell her to clench since she cannot fucking stop.
She is limp on the bed by the time I’m done filling her with my seed. Fen is petting her hair and tellin
g her how good she is taking her masters’ cocks.
She is still twitching as I ease from her hot passage, sending cum splattering over the wooden floor. “Oh!” she makes a grab for her well-used pussy as more and more cum drips and gushes out.
A sharp spank to her bottom, and I gather her wrists so she cannot touch.
“Oh, my tummy aches!”
I look to Fen, seeing the darkening of his face. With her wrists clasped in my hand, I finger her pussy, thrusting vigorously to help her push the excess out. “Keep your hands out of the way,” I caution before releasing her wrists. Reaching under and gently massage her belly. “There,” I say. “We have filled you all up. Be good for me while I do this, and it will not ache so much.”
“Mmnnn!” She comes again, the little plug in her bottom twitching with the contractions, and a great gush of cum is ejected.
She might have squirted. It is hard to tell. After, she lays panting.
“We best take the plug out while we work the knotted phallus in,” Fen says, stirring me from the arresting image of our well-ravished mate.
Smoothing a hand over her bottom, I grasp the base of the plug and gently pull.
“Goddess!”
The naughty lass immediately grips.
“Relax your bottom,” Fen commands, giving her bottom a couple of sharp smacks that set her wailing and make her clench twice as hard. I have no choice but to pull the plug out roughly.
She tries to clamp her hands over her bottom. “Oh! I am open! You have broken me!”
“Hush, lass,” Fen says, gathering her hands and pressing a finger into the little winking bottom hole. She immediately clamps down.
“Oh, I want to come again!” Her gasped words send blood pooling into my dick. “Oh! Please, don’t plug me again. I do not like it!” She wails this between groans as she humps herself back onto Fen’s finger.
I can’t decide whether to laugh at her ridiculous denial of her joy and needs, or to thrust Fen’s inadequate finger aside and make her scream with pleasure as she takes my cock inside her needy little bottom hole.
Fen’s face in an image of rapture. Cheeks flushed; he is riveted by our little mate as she works herself on his finger. “Good girl,” Fen says. “Get yourself off if you need to. This is natural for a mate claimed by two Alphas. You will soon be as eager to feel our hardened length in here.”
“I can’t take any more!” she wails.
Fen finally eases his finger out.
“I beg to differ, lass,” I say, smirking. “You have not stopped fucking coming.”
Hazel
I’m utterly numb as my bottom twitches and clenches in little echoes that spark into the emptiness. I lie limp on the bed, face down. They are both purring. Fen presses a kiss to my hot cheeks while his hand cups my bottom, clenching over the smarting flesh.
Then I feel the thick blunt intrusion pressing into the entrance of my pussy. I start, finding hands holding me securely against the furs even as they purr. I don’t think I can take more. But they are not giving me a choice. Having seen the thick knotted phallus, I assuredly do not want to hold it inside me. It has not gotten very deep when it flares.
“Hold her thighs,” Jack instructs his brother. “The lass is going to be naughty about this.”
Leaning down, Fen takes a firm hold of my thighs, pinning me open and pressing me securely to the side of the bed.
I strain, but there is not a bit of give.
The pressure grows and grows, making my pussy flutter. This is unnatural. A knot is not meant to be pushed inside. At least, I do not think it is.
“Stop clenching, lass,” Jack says.
“I can’t.”
Then he pushes, and it pops inside. I’m very full and grip even harder.
“I think I’m going to come,” I groan. My body is exhausted from all their attention, and I assuredly cannot endure more.
“Let yourself come,” Fen says. His hand slides under me, and rough fingers find my clit.
“Please! No. I cannot come around it!”
But I do, and it is such a dark, twisty climax that I groan and strain. It aches deep inside as my pussy squeezes the unyielding phallus.
In the aftermath, I lie there twitching. Pussy stuffed beyond comfort.
“Good girl,” Fen says, stroking my hair. “You took that so well.”
The straps are passed under my body, tightening the beastly thing into place. I try to close my legs now that they are no longer holding me. A groan erupts from my chest when even this slight movement makes me clench over the thick knot.
“Careful, lass,” Jack says, gathering me into his arms. The light has faded as clouds pass over. They purr, settling me between them with my cheek to Jack’s chest. Behind me, Fen presses his chest to my back. Hands smooth over my skin and lips kiss. “Once you have calmed, we will let you have a rest with the knot inside you. Fen will be back later to take it out.”
The straps keep the phallus firmly in place. I dare not move since it makes me squeeze around the thickness.
I don’t like the feeling. I’m open, and I cannot imagine how it will be once they take it out.
But I am also exhausted, and I drift to sleep between them.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Fen
TODAY I MUST leave to talk to the Halket clan as we prepare for the war.
My morning starts with me encouraging Hazel to climb on top and ride my face. She is still shy about such things. I think that is half of what makes her wet pussy leak over my chin. She comes with a deep groan, and little ohgod noises tumble out of her mouth.
When she’s done twitching, I pull her down my body and line my cock up before forcing her to take my full length. She is still fucking tight, and Jack has forbidden me from plugging her with my knot.
“Clench,” I say. I have her hips in my hands. Her tits jiggle about all over the place as I slam her up and down. Her small hands brace against my stomach, trying to find stability. Goddess, I could wake up to this every fucking day. Now that I think about it, I do.
Soon, she will be fertile.
I am desperate to come, but I want her to come with me just one more time. “Rub your clit,” I say. She groans as she does as instructed, making her pussy clench around me in the most arresting way. I will never get enough of her hot cunt.
We come together, her with mumbled nonsense and me with harsh growls.
In the aftermath, we breathe heavily. Instinctively, I purr for her. Well sated, she collapses against my chest.
Jack left while it was dark. But it is still early, and through the shuttered window, weak sunlight peeps in. We cuddle and nap. I play with her hair, letting my other hand roam over her luscious ass. My cock jerks where it is still buried inside her. Her hiss tells me she is not ready to go again.
“Did I hear Jack taking your pretty mouth this morning before he left?” I ask. I know that he did, but I like asking her just to see her reaction.
She fidgets before mumbling, “Yes.”
I smile. Now that there are two of us, her little pussy gets quite sore. But she is being trained to suck our cocks, so there is plenty of that. Although she is not very good at swallowing and spits it out half the time. I admit to finding it amusing when she spits out Jack’s cum. His eyes get that glazed rage thing, and he scoops it up and forces her to take it from his hand.
Sometimes she does, and sometimes, she is a brat about it. Life is never dull.
As per Jack’s instructions, she must tell us if she wants to do that instead of rutting. I admit I enjoy making her pussy all sore then asking her for more, knowing that she has no choice but to take it in her mouth.
“What are your plans today?” I ask.
“Jessa has been teaching me about local plants. We are going to make some balm for wounds.”
The news of her task is a cold douse over the moment. I know why Jessa is tasked to make more balm. Today, we have plans that will lead toward war. Soon, I will leave for m
y own duties. Before I am home again, we will have challenged the Lyon clan.
In war, you cannot afford to show weakness.
I do not want war, but we have no fucking choice. They have attacked our hunting parties. Yesterday, a hunter returned severely injured—he may lose a leg. Jack is determined to see the Lyon clan well punished. But war is never easy. And once upon that path, some of us may die.
As my sweet little Beta lays limp over me, I wish we were not warring. In the past, I would’ve relished an opportunity to battle with my enemy. But now, I see things differently.
“I need to go,” I say. But as I try to rise from the bed, Hazel clings and begins to sob. The feelings that assault me are foreign. I’ve never cared this deeply about a person, nor have I worried for them in this way. “It will be fine,” I say. She is yet new to our community and our warring ways. We need to send a strong message to the other clan if we want to survive.
I want to do more than fucking survive. I’m a warrior first and foremost, and I will see our community thrive. There is yet more clinging and sobbing as I try to put her away, and it breaks me apart. Perhaps she is thinking about a late husband who died while at war. Maybe she is thinking about things I do not know. “The Goddess gives, and the Goddess takes,” I say as I wipe tears from her cheeks with the pads of my thumbs. For so long, it felt like the Goddess only took from me, but in Hazel, she has also given. “It is our duty to live our life in accordance with the ancient laws. You are not yet with child, but you will be soon if the Goddess wills it. I would not have our babe born into a time of uncertainty. Our clan must be strong so that you and the babe will be safe. We do not seek conflict, but sometimes, it will come for us. There are rules which the Lyon clan broke. I could’ve watched on. I could’ve let them take a lass from another clan. It had naught to do with me. But I do not think the Goddess favors those who can turn such a blind eye. I think she favors those who are noble in their cause. I think she respects a warrior who would not stand by while a lass was raped and whether the lass was a member of his clan or not.”