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“Fucking hell,” Vi moans, spread out awkwardly across the two front seats of Sevika’s sexy little sportscar. The top two buttons of her shirt are trying desperately to hold the fabric together, while her tits spill out from underneath. Her pants are creased to hell and back from where they’d been unceremoniously shoved below her hipbones earlier, and her belt is hanging on for dear life—not to mention her underwear is beyond ruined from the aggressive (but not unwanted) surprise fucking. Guess I’m going commando, then. “What was that, Sev? I mean, I’m not complaining, but—seriously, what the fuck?”
Sevika chuckles—a little meanly, Vi thinks—and pulls out a cigarette instead of answering. “You recovered yet?” she asks, cupping her hand around the flame of her lighter. She hadn’t even gotten undressed, that bitch, just pulled over, walked over to the passenger’s side door, and pulled her dick out of her pants.
Vi, of course, had eagerly undone her own belt and shoved her pants below her ass, 100% down with whatever Sevika had planned.
“Am I—are you gonna be recovered?” Vi splutters. “What the fuck, I thought we were going to go double-team your rich fuckbuddy, why’d you decide to stop and fuck me now?”
“Relax, we’re still going,” Sevika says. “I just wanted to make sure I don’t pop my knot too fast when we get there.” She takes a deep drag of her now-lit cigarette and closes her eyes in pleasure.
Vi pushes herself up onto her elbows at that. “Kn—are you in rut right now?”
“Not yet, still in pre-rut. Probably got an hour or so left.”
Vi blinks, processing. “Isn’t your fuckbuddy a beta?”
“She is, yeah. Why?”
“She know you’re starting your rut?”
Sevika smirks. “She specifically requested it,” she says between puffs.
Vi’s eyebrows rise incredulously. “You serious?”
“As the grave. Told me if I had any hot, butch, non-alpha friends, I should bring them too. You know, in case she’s not up for handling me alone.”
Vi nods her head in understanding agreement; she’s an omega and even she’s been worn out by the end of Sevika’s ruts, the many times they’d spent the alpha’s cycles together. (Granted, she usually hadn’t been in heat during those occasions, so that may have had something to do with her exhaustion—but still.) “Yeah, okay, I’ll buy that. Still pissed you didn’t tell me you’re starting your rut, asshole. Now we’re gonna have to deal with my heat, too, so get ready for that.”
Sevika finally deigns to turn and to look at her. “Thought you were on suppressants?”
“I am.” Vi rolls her eyes. “Low-grade ones, you fucking knothead. They’re meant for passing contact with rutting alphas, not, y’know, actually going out and fucking one. I would’ve needed to take a heavy emergency dose to fuck you and not trigger my heat.” Vi swipes the tips of her fingers through the sticky mess Sevika had left in the coarse hair dusting her crotch. “Hey, you got any wet wipes in here?”
“Glove compartment,” Sevika answers, mulling Vi’s words over. “Huh. Well…shit.”
“Yeah, no kidding.” Vi cleans herself. “Eh, nothing we can really do about it now. I guess your fuckbuddy’s just gonna have to cope with getting a two-for-one special.”
Sevika snorts and tosses her cigarette butt on the ground, grinding it beneath her boot. “Honestly? I think she’ll like that.”
“Dress nice,” Sevika had said on the phone, thirty minutes before she’d picked up Vi on their way to her fuckbuddy’s apartment. “And not your usual ‘clean and no holes’ levels of nice either. Something actually nice—wear a tie or something, or else I’m not bringing you with me.” Vi had obeyed, digging the button-up and trousers she’d worn to Powder’s graduation out of the back of her closet instead of arguing. She was too curious to be a brat, didn’t want to risk not getting to find out why she needed to dress nice.
Looking up at Sevika’s fuckbuddy’s apartment building, Vi understands why.
It’s in the nicest part of Piltover, for starters—Vi had thought Sevika knew a shortcut to wherever they were going, and that they were just driving through this part of town.
Nope.
Instead, Sevika had pulled into the driveway of the most opulent building Vi had seen in her life, and put the car in park in front of the valet service stand. A fucking valet service! For a moment, Vi wonders if they’re meeting Sevika’s fuckbuddy at a hotel instead of her home—it would make sense; the fuckbuddy doesn’t know Vi, and might not want her knowing where she lives before she gets a chance to vet her. And Vi’s pretty sure Sevika had mentioned hooking up with this girl in a hotel once before, anyway. Then Vi registers the lack of suitcases from the other cars pulling in, or luggage trolleys behind the valet stand, and realizes that no, this is just a really, really expensive apartment building.
Vi pokes the gap in her molars with her tongue before turning to her companion. “Tell me how you know this girl again?”
“I met her through…work,” Sevika says through grit teeth, eyes focused straight.
Vi doesn’t say anything, but makes a pointed smirk that she knows Sevika can hear anyway. ‘Work’ is her code word for “doing something with Mel,” an omega who had hired her to help her through her heats when her beta fiancé wasn’t up for the task. She’d let their friendship develop outside of Mel’s heats for her own mysterious reasons—Vi has accused her of having a crush more than once, but Sevika categorically denies anything of the sort.
“Shut up,” the alpha snaps.
“I didn’t say anything!” Vi protests through her cheeky grin.
Sevika just exhales through her nose and shakes her head. “Here to see Ms. Kiramman,” she says to the person manning the front desk. “She’s expecting me.”
They look at Vi. “And her?”
“She’s with me. Ms. Kiramman is expecting both of us,” Sevika corrects.
They nod, apparently satisfied with that answer, and pick the front desk phone with a clatter. “Ms. Kiramman? You have two guests waiting for you in the lobby.” They pause for a moment. “Of course, I’ll send them right up.” To Vi and Sevika, they point further into the building and say, “Elevators are down that hall. Fifth floor, apartment 516.”
Sevika nods her thanks and heads towards the elevators without another word.
In the elevator, Vi raises her eyebrows.
“I said shut up,” Sevika says.
Vi cackles. “I still haven’t said anything!”
As they walk down the hall, Vi idly wonders how fancy the inside of this chick’s apartment will be; whether the lobby is just for show, to give the impression of wealth, or if it’s modest compared to the actual residents’ tastes.
When Sevika knocks on apartment 516, her beta fuckbuddy opens up promptly, almost as if she’d been waiting by her front door for her guests to arrive. Vi is bowled over by the woman’s scent, sweet and warm and filling in a way no one else’s scent has ever been. Unfortunately, she is also intimidatingly hot, and those two things in combination are almost enough to make Vi not notice how the woman is wearing a long, fluffy robe instead of real clothes.
Almost.
Vi is nothing if not a horny slut—a horny slut who’s going to be in heat within a couple hours, no less—and this woman is the most gorgeous creature Vi has ever seen; therefore, Vi can’t help but notice every single little detail about her.
(—like that adorable little gap between her two front teeth that is revealed when she greets her guests, or how her inky waterfall of hair is draped over one shoulder, revealing a smooth, creamy expanse of skin on the other side, or—)
“Hey, princess.” Sevika gives the woman a friendly kiss on the cheek, then struts into the apartment like she owns it. “This is Vi,” she adds, jerking a thumb over her shoulder to indicate the omega hesitantly hovering in the hallway. “She’s a friend who’ll be helping out if necessary.”
“Um, hi.” Vi waves her hand awkwardly, not sure if she should bow or curtsy or kiss this woman’s hand. How the hell are you supposed to greet royalty? “I’m—I’m Vi.” Stupid, Sevika already said your name. “Er—Violet.”
“I’m Caitlyn,” the woman says, sticking her hand out for a shake. “Pleasure to meet you, Violet.”
Vi shakes her hand back, even though what she really wants to do is get down on her knees and worship this woman like a goddess. “Pleasure’s all mine,” she croaks, throat annoyingly dry. Sevika smirks at her awkwardness and Vi shoots her a death glare that says shut the fuck up or else.
“So,” Ms. Kiramman— Caitlyn— pulls Vi into the apartment and closes the door. “No need to beat around the bush, we all know why you’re both here. Shall we get started?”
Vi honestly wasn’t sure what she’d expected out of this encounter—all Sevika had said when she’d invited Vi was “hey, I’m going to my rich beta fuckbuddy’s place on Saturday, want to come with me,” and Vi, single-minded horny gremlin that she is, had immediately said yes, with no further questions. When Sevika had later clarified during the ride here that Caitlyn wanted backup for Sevika’s rut, she’d been resigned to the fact that she’d probably end up entertaining herself with channel surfing until Caitlyn got tired, however long that took. Maybe if she was lucky the beta would lend her a vibrator to help deal with her heat until it was Vi’s turn with Sevika.
All of which is to say, Vi had had absolutely zero expectations that she’d be going down on this goddess of a woman before Sevika even got her pants off.
She’s definitely not complaining, though.
“Go on, then,” Caitlyn says, flinging her robe off and reclining against a mountain of pillows like a queen on a throne. “Warm me up.”
Vi glances between her and Sevika, before gathering that the beta is talking to her. “Bwa— me?”
“Yes, you,” Caitlyn laughs, thankfully more amused than annoyed. “Come here. I want to see what you can do with that gorgeous mouth of yours.”
Vi all but dives onto the bed, too excited about being included to feign being coolly indifferent. She crawls up the mattress and makes herself comfortable between Caitlyn’s spread thighs, unable to stop herself from rubbing her cheek against the smooth skin and purring. Her eyes close and her lips part to take in a heady mouthful of Caitlyn’s scent, the glistening proof of Caitlyn’s arousal too much for her to look at yet.
“Enjoying yourself that much already? Damn, Vi, that’s gotta be a new record.” Sevika’s ribbing jolts Vi out of her dazed arousal, her purring cut off abruptly and replaced by a burning blush.
“Oh, hush, you leave her alone,” Caitlyn objects. She runs a possessive hand through Vi’s hair. “I think your purring is cute.”
Cute?
Cute?!
I’ll show her cute, Vi thinks, reinvigorated by the need to prove herself.
Vi becomes so engrossed in the task of eating Caitlyn out that she only peripherally becomes aware of Sevika’s position when one side of the mattress sinks below her weight. Too enthralled with the taste of the beta and the flood of slick filling her mouth, Vi certainly doesn’t realize Sevika must be already naked and that that shlck-shlck-shlck noise filling the air must be her jerking off, until Caitlyn coos, “are you getting yourself hard for me?”
“Depends, are you gonna be a good girl and take my cock?”
I will if she doesn’t, Vi thinks, brain already starting to lose the battle against her single-minded heat hormones. Thankfully her mouth is already preoccupied with worshipping the dripping folds before her, and that statement manages to remain an inside thought.
“Hmm, I don’t know. I was promised your knot, and I don’t see it yet. Plus, Vi is doing such a good job eating my pussy that it would be a shame to interrupt her…”
Vi dares glance up at that, and the split-second of eye contact with heavy-lidded blue is enough to make her dip her head once more, now twice as motivated to make Caitlyn come with her mouth before someone makes her stop. She switches between slow, heavy, open-mouthed kisses over her entrance and soft, sweet little lashes of her tongue against her clit, dipping and teasing until the beta grows frustrated enough to grab Vi’s hair and pull her in hard. Caitlyn is all but riding Vi’s face, her jaw hanging open and her nose smushed against the crease between Caitlyn’s thigh and pelvis.
Vi loves it.
She pulls in an arm and tucks it under her chin to finger Caitlyn, wanting to feel her clenching down when she comes. How many fingers to give her, though? One? No, Caitlyn is wet enough for at least two. “More,” the beta demands when Vi slips her two middle fingers inside her partner. “Stretch me out.” Well, that answers that question.
Vi is just beginning to consider adding her pinky when Caitlyn’s entire body stiffens.
“Yes, yes— yes!” Each new cry comes out higher and fainter, until finally her breathing turns into a choked-off gasp, body going fully rigid and thighs clamping tight around Vi’s head. Caitlyn holds that position for an indeterminable amount of time (Vi would be content if it lasted forever) and then finally relaxes with a loud sigh, legs falling open to reveal Vi’s delighted, adoring face.
“You ready for your first knot, princess?” Sevika asks, pulling Caitlyn out of the afterglow and into round two.
“Already?” Caitlyn asks, surprised.
“Thought that was the whole point of today,” Sevika comments. “You wanted to try it, and the first knot of my rut is always the smallest. Figured it would be better that way.”
“You’re right,” Caitlyn agrees after a moment of processing. “Erm… how should we…?”
“I’ll lie down so you can ride me—control the pace, go whatever speed you’re comfortable with,” Sevika says. They all rearrange themselves as needed, Vi shuffling herself out of the way over to the far side of the bed and scooting back up against the headboard to watch.
Caitlyn tilts her head, watching Vi move. “What do you think you’re doing?” she asks.
Oh, shit. “Um…watching?” Vi offers. She knows she hadn’t exactly asked for permission, but her chin and lips are still slick and messy from going down on Caitlyn, so she’d assumed she would be allowed to stay in the room. Then again, being watched isn’t the same thing as participating, so maybe not. Maybe she should wait out in the living room or something.
“Not from way over there, you’re not,” Caitlyn sniffs, and Vi feels her unease melt away with a barely-suppressed sigh of relief. “Take your trousers off and come sit on Sevika’s face. I know for a fact she’s almost as good at giving head as you.”
Vi is more than delighted at the praise, and she’s wanted little more than to please Caitlyn since her heat started, so she scrambles over to obey, desperate to show her new heat-buddy how good she can be.
—plus, well. Sevika is pretty damn good at eating pussy, and Vi is very, very turned on right now. Even if she didn’t want to submit to Caitlyn’s every passing whim, she’d have no complaints against that particular instruction.
“Hey!” Sevika, on the other hand, objects vehemently to the slander. She manages to bite out an indignant, “What the fuck do you fucking mean almost as good—” before her mouth is occupied by dripping omega pussy and she decides there’s better things for her to do with her tongue than complain.
Sevika is further mollified (or distracted—it’s hard to tell since she can’t really speak at the moment) by Caitlyn sinking down on her cock, enveloping just the tip in tight, wet, velvety heat. She moans into Vi’s core, the vibrations pushing Vi that much closer to the edge.
Thankfully, the enthralling sway of Caitlyn’s breasts distracts Vi from the rapidly-forming ball of heat in her gut. Their jiggling as she bounces to work her way further down Sevika’s cock catches Vi’s eye, her staring not subtle enough to escape Caitlyn’s notice.
“You can touch,” she says, something halfway between amusement and benevolence in her voice. Vi doesn’t question it. Just as her hand is about to make contact with Caitlyn’s chest (gently —she’s not an animal) the beta lets out a sharp gasp and stiffens.
Vi freezes.
“No, no—it’s not you, darling.” Caitlyn pulls Vi’s hand the remaining fraction of an inch closer. “Just—Sevika’s knot. I wasn’t expecting how… big it would feel.”
Vi looks down, and sure enough, Caitlyn had worked her way to the base of Sevika’s shaft, her progress halted by the alpha’s knot and her pink, dripping labia just beginning to stretch around it. The alpha in question chuckles smugly, and the vibrations of her mouth are strong enough that when Vi arches her back, she loses her balance and falls forwards, catching herself on Caitlyn’s shoulders.
Oh, shit. Vi freezes. “Sorry, I didn’t—I mean, I wasn’t trying to—”
Caitlyn leans in to shut her up with a kiss, and Vi gasps when Caitlyn pushes it further, into a messier, more exploratory type of motion. The beta takes advantage of Vi’s newly-opened mouth to slip her some tongue, the wet muscle gliding over teeth, searching Vi’s mouth for…something.
Vi moans (and it is a moan, thank you very much, not a whimper or a whine) when she realizes her mouth still tastes like Caitlyn’s pussy, and that the remnants of her own flavor is probably what the other woman is devouring so intently.
Vi breaks away from the kiss as Sevika’s marvelous tongue brings her closer and closer to the edge, curling down and burying her face in Caitlyn’s cleavage so that she doesn’t have to see the adoring, indulgent look on her face. She comes with a squeak, dismounting shakily and sitting back against the headboard to watch the women in front of her fucking.
Caitlyn rides Sevika with a newfound intensity, no longer worried about dislodging Vi or distracting the alpha from her mission of eating Vi out. Sevika, too, puts more effort into thrusting, her toned abdomen flexing while she grunts with exertion.
“Better sit down on my knot all the way before it gets too big to fit,” Sevika warns.
Caitlyn visibly steels herself before she agrees, nodding resolutely. She bears down on Sevika’s fat, swollen knot as best she can, while the alpha grips her hips and thrusts up hard.
Vi is amazed something like that can fit in something as snug as a pussy; she knows it does, obviously, she’s taken it herself, but she’s never seen someone be knotted from this angle before.
It looks so much bigger like this.
Caitlyn gasps when it finally pops in. “Oh, wow,” she says shakily. “That’s…that’s a lot.”
Sevika smirks. “Only the best for you, princess.”
Caitlyn squirms—whether it’s from the fullness of the knot, or being the center of attention, Vi isn’t sure. “When does it… How long do we stay like this?” she asks, a faint quaver just barely detectable in her voice.
“Once I come, it’ll deflate faster,” Sevika says, taking pity on the poor beta. “And if you come you’ll loosen up a bit so it’ll feel better for you, too. Vi, you wanna help her out?”
Vi’s heart flutters at the chance to touch Caitlyn some more, but she’s pretty sure she manages to play it cool. “Sure,” she shrugs, sliding into place behind Caitlyn, pressing her still-clothed chest to Caitlyn’s naked back. “How’re you feeling, sweetheart?”
“Like I’m in dire need of an orgasm,” Caitlyn says bluntly. She wiggles her hips. “Hop to it, darling.”
Sevika snorts her amusement, and even Vi can’t bury her face against Caitlyn’s perfect neck fast enough to hide her grin. “Yes, ma’am,” she snarks, one hand reaching around to pinch a nipple, while the other makes firm, precise circles over Caitlyn’s clit.
“Oh, good girl,” Caitlyn moans, throwing her head back to rest against Vi’s shoulder. “Yes, just like that, darling, fuck—”
Sevika takes the profanity as her cue to start moving again, leveraging her grip on Caitlyn’s waist to thrust a scant few millimeters in and out, her knot limiting how far they can separate. Caitlyn keens, one hand scrabbling desperately behind herself for a steadying grip on Vi’s thigh, while the other reaches forwards to brace against Sevika’s chiseled abs.
Vi’s fingers move more messily as the rocking of Caitlyn’s hips throws off her rhythm, and she circles harder to make up for it.
“You gonna come for us, princess?” Sevika taunts. “Is Vi getting you close? You gonna come with your tight little pussy wrapped around my knot, make me fill you up?”
“I—yes,” Caitlyn whimpers, and that’s all the warning they get before she tenses and lets out a long, high cry, muscles quivering both inside and out.
As it turns out, the fluttering of Caitlyn’s cunt is the perfect stimulus to make Sevika come as well, exactly what the alpha needs to spill her first load of the evening deep inside her.
Caitlyn shakes and shudders at the feeling of Sevika’s hot cum filling her up, oozing out around her deflating knot. Her spine goes weak and floppy as her orgasm finishes rolling through her body, leaning back into the very helpful omega supporting her. Vi holds her up gladly, happy for the excuse to touch this divine being some more.
“Help me lie down?” Caitlyn rasps into Vi’s ear.
Vi helps her dismount, spooning her when the beta maintains her grip on Vi’s thigh to keep her close. Vi lets herself bury her nose in the soft baby hairs at the base of Caitlyn’s neck without guilt; there’s really not anywhere else for her face to go in this position. Plus, Caitlyn smells nice, and her scent is particularly strong here.
“So, what’d you think of your first knot?” Sevika’s deep, satisfied rumble reminds Vi that they’re not alone.
“Mm, I’m glad I tried it, but I’m not sure I want to do it again,” Caitlyn hums. “It was good—or it didn’t hurt, at least, Vi did well preparing me—but I didn’t like being tied. It made me feel…trapped, I suppose.”
“Fair enough,” Sevika says, sliding off the bed in order to rifle through her discarded clothes. She straightens and turns, the unlit cigarette she’d apparently been looking for sticking out of the corner of her mouth. “It’s not for everybody—not even all omegas like being knotted.”
She flops back onto the bed, lighter held up to the end of her cigarette, when Caitlyn scoffs and plucks it out of her mouth. “Absolutely not,” she says. “No smoking in my bedroom.”
Sevika’s expression twists, halfway between confused and insulted. Vi’s not sure if she should be nervous about her reaction or not. “I always smoke after sex,” she says slowly. The ‘you’ve never had an issue with it before,’ goes unsaid.
“Yes, on the balcony or in a hotel room,” Caitlyn sniffs. “Not inside my home.”
Sevika’s eyes narrow, and Vi feels an icy thrill of anxiety pierce the back of her neck. She doesn’t like the smell of Sevika’s smoking either, but she’s never had the guts to say anything about it.
“Ugh, fine.” Sevika rolls her eyes and tosses her lighter over the edge of the bed. “I’ll go have a smoke outside later.”
Vi can tell Caitlyn wants to say something about putting it someplace safer, but wisely decides to keep her mouth shut. She might have an unusual amount of sway over the alpha, but Sevika can still only be pushed around so far.
“Thank you,” Caitlyn says primly. She hesitates. “If…back to the subject of your rut, will you be alright if I don’t want to be knotted again?”
Sevika relaxes with the change of topic. “Of course,” she says. “That’s what Vi is here for. We both know she’ll be gagging for it anyway by the time her heat really sets in,” she jeers.
“Hey!” Vi protests. It might be true, but she still didn’t have to phrase it like that—especially not in front of Caitlyn.
The beta in question tilts her head curiously, her eyes gleaming with a poorly-disguised hunger. “You’re in heat?” she asks, tone carefully modulated to be neutral.
“Not…yet,” Vi says warily. “Sev’s rut triggered it, but I’m only in pre-heat right now. There’s still time for me to head home if you want.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Sevika’s in no state to leave, and I can’t handle her by myself.” Caitlyn licks her lips. “Not to mention, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t… curious, about what it’s like to be around an omega in heat. Please, stay.”
Vi blinks away a sudden dizziness. “Yeah, okay,” she croaks. “I can—I’ll stay.”
“Oh, perfect,” Caitlyn says, giving Vi a quick, intoxicating peck on the lips. “I want a shower,” she declares after investigating the mess between her thighs, “would either of you like to join me? The shower is plenty big enough for all three of us.”
“Nah, shower sex’s too risky for my taste,” Sevika says when it becomes apparent Vi is too dazed from the brief display of affection to provide an answer. “Shower knotting is even worse, and I’ll probably pop another one before you’re done washing.”
“Mm, makes sense,” Caitlyn agrees, giving Sevika a brief peck of appreciation as well when she gets up. Unlike Vi, however, Sevika simply accepts the kiss as her due, rather than swooning like a giddy teenager. “You two entertain yourselves while I’m gone, alright? Have fun, don’t wait for me.”
Sevika smirks and claps Vi on the ass. “Oh believe me, we will.”
Vi moans.
Caitlyn finishes her shower and wraps herself in a fresh, fluffy robe, luxuriating in the cleanliness before she dives into a new round of delicious depravity with the two women outside her bathroom door. When she exits the bathroom, she’s greeted by an unexpectedly lewd tableau in her bedroom.
It appears Sevika and Vi had taken her words to heart and very much enjoyed themselves while she was gone.
Vi is finally naked, exposing some delightful nipple piercings that glint in the golden afternoon light, and kneeling on the floor before Sevika, giving her the sloppiest blowjob Caitlyn has ever seen or heard. One hand flicks between her legs, while the other braces against Sevika’s thigh, presumably as a counterbalance to the aggressive way the alpha rolls her hips.
“Welcome back, princess,” Sevika says, finally noticing Caitlyn’s return. The bobbing of Vi’s head slows as she turns as much as she can to look without pulling off Sevika’s cock entirely.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account,” Caitlyn purrs. She stretches out on her side on the foot of the bed, one hand propping her head up so she can watch the eroticism before her.
Sevika takes control of the blowjob, lacing fingers both flesh and metallic in Vi’s hair, and using her grip to glide the omega’s mouth along her veiny shaft. Drool drips down from the corners of her mouth, Sevika’s heavy balls slapping her chin. Hearing the delightful gluk-gluk-gluk of Vi choking on Sevika’s girthy shaft, Caitlyn can’t really come up with a better term for the sight before her than face-fucking. Because that’s what it is—despite Vi’s obvious enthusiasm and desire to participate, her mouth is little more than a toy for Sevika’s gratification, a wet sleeve to house her alpha’s cock.
Caitlyn unties her robe and lets the sides fall open, her hand taking a meandering path down her clean (but not for much longer) body, to the overflowing fountain between her legs. She makes delicate circles over her clit, not to warm herself up but more to tease, and hooks one tentative, exploratory finger just past the entrance of her cunt.
“Enjoying the show?” Sevika taunts.
Caitlyn’s grin widens shamelessly. “Immensely,” she drawls.
Sevika laughs and turns her attention back to Vi. “Ready for the grand finale, sweetheart?” It’s not quite clear whether she’s talking to Caitlyn or Vi, but Vi’s deep, throaty moan is enough to answer for both of them.
Sevika pulls out, cradling Vi’s chin in one broad hand so she can’t follow. Vi opens her mouth as wide as she can, sticking her tongue to give Sevika a target—as if she needed the extra hint. Still gripping Vi’s jaw, Sevika leans over and jerks herself off until thick ropes of her cum splatter on Vi’s face, the creamy streaks covering her freckles. Vi swallows what lands in her mouth, and Sevika uses the tip of her still-hard cock to spread the remainder further against Vi’s cheek. “Look at you, needy little whore all desperate for my cock,” Sevika taunts. Vi just sits there and takes it, still open-mouthed and panting. “You’re just a pathetic set of holes for me to fuck, aren’t you, cumslut?”
Vi manages a little whimper of acknowledgement as she rises on wobbly legs and faceplants on the bed. She is a pathetic set of holes to be fucked. (At least right now, anyway.)
Caitlyn, on the other hand, takes issue with the name-calling. “Sevika!” she scolds.
“Relax, princess, it's fine. She likes it when I’m a little mean—right, Vi?” Sevika punctuates her question with a hearty slap on Vi’s ass. Vi manages a wheezy groan into the mattress in response.
“You can’t seriously expect any meaningful, coherent agreement from her right now, I mean, just look at her—” Caitlyn argues, aghast at Sevika’s flippancy.
“Nah, she’s right, cupcake.” The croaking of Vi’s gravel-filled voice is muffled and nearly unintelligible until she turns her head and lifts her face out of the sheets.
“Cupcake?” The nickname catches Caitlyn off-guard.
“Yeah, y’know, ’cause you’re being so sweet, sticking up for me and all,” Vi rasps, grinning as she rolls fully onto her back.
Caitlyn blushes. Interesting. The beta can remain stone-faced against overt sexual come-ons, but one tiny, genuine compliment has her melting.
“Well, since you like to be put in your place so much, maybe I don’t need to be.” That hungry, predatory gleam in her eyes is back.
Almost as if they’d choreographed it, Caitlyn and Sevika pin Vi to the mattress. Cait slides into position hovering over the woman’s face, lacing their fingers together and pinning the omega’s hands above her head in a gesture that would almost seem affectionate, if not for how strong and unyielding the hold is.
Sevika, meanwhile, grips the underside of Vi’s knees and spreads her legs, letting her engorged cock rest heavily against Vi’s swollen, dripping folds. “You ready for my knot, babydoll? You feel like you are.”
Vi squirms and whimpers, knowing that if she answers she’ll be mocked some more, and that if she doesn’t, she’ll be teased. She looks pleadingly up at Caitlyn for backup.
“You heard her,” the beta says, arching a stern, sexy eyebrow. “Answer your alpha, or you won’t get to eat my pussy.”
Vi lets out a squeaky, pathetic noise that she will later deny making, and tries to hide her face in Caitlyn’s thigh. “Ugh, yes, okay—fine, Sev, I’m ready for your knot. Give me your knot. I want it.”
Sevika saws her hips back and forth, letting her cock drag agonizingly along Vi’s clit. “Hmm,” she muses. “That didn’t sound very polite to me. What do you think, Caitlyn? Does she deserve my knot yet?”
“That wasn’t polite at all,” the beta agrees. “You should make her beg first.”
Vi starts to writhe, her need for dignity losing the battle against the desperation of her heat. “Please?” she tries.
“Please, what?”
“Fuck you, please—please fuck me, sir, give me your knot, your cock, I need it, please.”
“Sir, huh?” Sevika muses, as if Vi had just commented on the weather forecast. “I think I like that.”
Caitlyn clucks her tongue disapprovingly at Sevika’s teasing. “Oh, Sev, don’t torment her any more. She’s been good.”
“Hmph. Agree to disagree,” Sevika grumbles, begrudgingly pushing into Vi anyway. She sighs with relief at the sensation of tight, wet heat around her cock, her knot just barely stretching Vi’s entrance with each thrust.
“Please, Sev, please,” Vi whines, “Please, I’ve been so good, please give me your knot—” Her begging ends abruptly when Caitlyn sits on her face, muffling her pleas.
“Eat me,” Caitlyn says, without further ceremony. Vi does so with gusto.
“Good idea,” Sevika smirks, jeering at Vi’s now-inaudible whimpers. “I was getting tired of listening to her yapping.”
“Oh, I don’t know, I could stand to hear her beg some more, personally,” Caitlyn says, just to be contrary. “My thighs were simply getting tired. Better give her your knot before she makes me come and I free up her mouth again.”
Sevika growls, annoyed she’s been backed into a corner. “Fine, but I wanna flip her over first.”
Caitlyn dismounts without further argument and turns around, settling back into the pillows like she had the first time Vi had eaten her out. Like a princess—no, a queen. Sevika pulls out with a slick-sounding squelch, grips Vi’s hips firmly, and turns her over onto her belly. Vi lets herself be moved like a rag doll until Sevika is satisfied, pulled up onto her hands and knees at the right angle for the alpha to push into her wet cunt once more.
It’s not the most comfortable angle, eating Caitlyn out like this while Sevika takes her from behind, but Vi is nothing if not eager (desperate) to please. She wails into the beta’s pussy when Sevika pushes in, her fat knot popping past the ring of Vi’s entrance.
“Calm down,” Sevika scoffs, reaching below Vi to stroke her aching clit. “You’re fine.”
Vi most certainly isn’t fine, but her mouth is occupied so she can’t exactly argue right now. She doubles her efforts to make Caitlyn come, so that she can free up her mouth and tell Sevika exactly what she thinks of her teasing.
Caitlyn comes soon after that, thanks to Vi’s hard work, pulling her back by her hair when the omega’s soft, kitten licks become overstimulating. Caitlyn gets a devious look in her eyes and pulls Vi even further up (thankfully not by her hair, this time) until there’s enough room for Caitlyn to wriggle into place underneath her. Vi faceplants into her tits when she’s done relocating, encouraged by Caitlyn’s pleased purr to snuggle in more.
“Oh, the things I’d like to fucking do to you,” Caitlyn muses, her voice gone all gravelly from her earlier orgasm. “You wouldn’t know what hit you, darling.”
Vi whimpers.
“Oh?” Caitlyn says. “Did that turn you on, my sweet, little omega whore? Do you like hearing all the terrible, dirty things I’d like to make you do?”
Vi nods instead of speaking; she’s not sure what kind of noises would come out of her mouth right now if she attempted to make words.
“I can’t wait to see Sevika’s cum leaking out of your poor, used hole when she’s done with you later,” Caitlyn continues. “I want her to ruin you.”
Sevika snorts. “I’m on it, princess,” she grins.
“Good,” Caitlyn purrs, before redirecting her attention back to Vi. She tweaks a pierced nipple idly, then does it again when it produces a deliciously pathetic sort of yelp. “Ooh, that sounded like you might be close,” she taunts. “Are you going to be a good girl for us and come?”
“Probably,” Vi croaks, clawing for some semblance of dignity, but it’s a losing battle and they all know it. Every graze of Sevika’s pointed metal fingers along the length of Vi’s sensitive clit forces a moan from her throat, and the pressure of Sevika’s fat, swollen knot pushing against Vi’s g-spot promises that her impending climax will be explosive.
Vi trembles and shakes, straining to hold herself up and not crush Caitlyn even while her orgasm turns her brain into mush. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chants, her words coming almost in time with the pulsing in her core.
Once Vi settles, Sevika thrusts what little she can in search of her own orgasm, growling her frustration when it doesn’t give her the friction she’s craving.
“Are you still tied?” Caitlyn asks curiously.
Sevika shrugs, huffs, then rolls herself and Vi onto their sides since Caitlyn is apparently not going to move herself out of crushing distance of her own volition. “Yeah. We’re stuck here until my knot goes down on its own.”
Caitlyn tilts her head. “I thought you needed to come in order for your knot to deflate.”
“Mm, it would certainly deflate faster if I came,” she says. “But someone wanted me to knot Vi immediately, and since I wasn’t anywhere close, we’ll just have to wait it out.”
Cait winces. “I’m so sorry,” she apologizes. “I didn’t realize you would be stuck like this, or I wouldn’t have egged you on like I did.”
Sevika waves her off. “Eh, it’s fine. Just means I’ll get to knot-fuck Vi a little bit, once it goes down enough.”
Vi, who has mostly caught her breath at this point, whimpers when Sevika mentions the knot-fucking. She’d only tried it once (with Sevika, of course) and she’d been left limping for days afterwards.
Totally worth it, though.
“Knot-fucking, you say?” The evil, hungry gleam in Caitlyn’s eyes again makes Vi shudder. “I can’t wait to see that.”
“Hey. Vi.”
“Yeah?”
“My knot’s gone down.”
Vi squirms a bit, as if to test that assertion herself. “Yeah, but has it gone down enough?”
Sevika snorts, almost offended. “I wouldn’t bring it up if it hadn’t, babydoll.” To prove her point, Sevika braces one hand against Vi’s hip, pulling her knot out with a slick, suctioning pop before pushing it back in. “See?”
“Oh. Okay, yeah,” Vi gasps through the stars in her vision. Caitlyn chuckles at her in the background, and Vi scrambles for a way to seem less pathetic in front of the other woman. “You’re right. Good timing, I think my heat’s getting worse.”
Sevika rolls them over so Vi is face-down on the mattress, prone and delectably vulnerable. She grips Vi’s ass firmly and kneads the supple flesh, squeezing and massaging and spreading her cheeks apart so she can watch her knot stretch Vi’s hole as it goes in and out.
“God, you’re such an ass woman,” Vi mocks— tries to mock, rather. It’s not like this is something Sevika feels the need to hide. “Don’t get too distracted, you’ve got a job to do.”
“I’m literally inside you as we speak,” Sevika scoffs in between slow, indulgent thrusts. Vi bites down on her lip to avoid squeaking every time Sevika’s semi-deflated knot stretches her entrance.
“Mm, I can’t say I blame you for being distracted,” Caitlyn says, reaching out for a cheeky grope of her own. “It is a rather nice arse.”
Vi buries her face in the pillows and tries to muffle the noise she makes. It clearly doesn’t work, because both Cait and Sevika laugh out loud, and Sevika gives Vi another hearty smack on her ass.
Sevika’s knot swells back to full size before long, the alpha growling in frustration when it becomes too large for her to safely fuck Vi’s tight hole. She could probably manage one last push in, maybe, but repetitive in-and-out thrusting is too risky.
“Sev, please, I’m so close,” Vi begs. “Please, c’mon, let me come.”
“Not until I get there first,” Sevika counters. “Gonna fill you up with my cum, then you can let go.”
“Shit, yes, I want it,” Vi pants. “Want you to fill me up with your cum, keep it there with your knot.”
“Good. Fucking— take it,” Sevika hisses, Vi’s neediness pushing her close to the edge faster than she’d expected. “Take my knot, babydoll.”
Sevika times it so that she pushes her knot past the tight ring of Vi’s entrance just as she begins to spill, filling Vi up with her thick, sticky cum.
“Be good, darling,” Caitlyn encourages. “I know you can be good and come for us. Come for your alpha. Come for me.”
Vi’s breath catches at that—she shudders, whines, and does what she’s told. She won’t admit it—and hopefully Caitlyn and Sevika won’t piece it together—but that last part, the ‘come for me’, is what pushed her over the edge. Something about Caitlyn’s voice, and the way she’d said it…or maybe it’s just because of Vi’s oddly all-encompassing need to please a woman she’d only known for a few hours.
Either way, the orgasm is mind-blowing, the best she’s had—so far.
Sevika clearly feels the same way, breathless and knotless but still diamond-hard when she pulls out. “Think I got one more knot in me,” she says. “How about you, babydoll?”
“Think ‘m gonna nap,” Vi mumbles, and promptly passes out.
“Did—did you just fuck her unconcious?” Caitlyn blinks.
“It’s happened before,” Sevika answers, unconcerned. “She’ll be fine, probably won’t be asleep longer than twenty minutes. Looks like I’ll just have to jerk off the meantime and hope that my hand is enough,” she adds with a disgruntled look.
Caitlyn licks her lips. “Or…”
Sevika raises an eyebrow. “Or…?”
“Come here.” Caitlyn directs Sevika to sit on the edge of the bed and lie back. She grabs a bottle from the nightstand and drizzles the contents over her bare breasts, before kneeling in front of Sevika and raising a permission-seeking eyebrow.
Sevika grants it, propping herself up on her elbows to watch Caitlyn push her stupidly soft tits against the alpha’s cock. “Well, aren’t you clever,” Sevika croons. “Keep it up, and you might just end up out-slutting even Vi.”
“Oh, I doubt that,” Caitlyn denies with a smirk, even as she dips her head to press a wet, open-mouthed kiss on the tip of Sevika’s cock, proving her own words false. “I’m not even half as needy as she is.”
Sevika laughs, loud enough that Vi groggily opens her eyes, grumbling unintelligibly as she wakes up.
“Welcome back to the land of the living, babydoll,” Sevika drawls. “You have a nice nap?”
Vi groans a wordless complaint of soreness and rolls over. Her eyes pop wide open once she processes what’s happening in front of her. “Holy shit,” she whispers.
Sevika chuckles, but doesn’t otherwise respond to Vi’s comment; she’s too busy enjoying Caitlyn’s mouth and tits.
Caitlyn gives one more exaggerated bob of her neck to suck Sevika’s cock before pulling off with a pop. She opens her mouth with the intent to say something to Vi—breasts still smothering Sevika’s shaft—only to have the alpha spill over the lower half of her face and her chest with a groan.
Caitlyn freezes, too startled to move.
“Shit, sorry,” Sevika hisses once she’s mostly coherent. “I swear I was planning on giving you more of a heads up. Didn’t mean to, uh…”
Cait moves to sit next to her on the bed. “It’s fine. I was hoping to swallow and save us a little bit of cleaning, but, well…”
“I can help you clean up,” Vi volunteers eagerly. She crawls on her hands and knees towards the edge of the bed, stretching up when she reaches Caitlyn so she can lick the cum off the beta’s chest. The taste isn’t exactly her favorite thing ever, but she doesn’t dislike it, either, and getting to have her tongue all over the best pair of tits she’s ever seen is more than worth it.
“Such a good girl,” Caitlyn coos. “Such a helpful little cumslut for us, working so hard to get me clean.”
Vi moans around a nipple, her eyes rolling back at the other woman’s words. (Hopefully, Caitlyn will think her moaning is caused by the dirty names more than the praise.)
“And good girls deserve rewards, don’t they?” Caitlyn continues to tease. “Sevika?”
Luckily, the alpha’s cock is still hard; plus, it’s not like it’s work for her to kneel behind Vi and fuck her. Sevika’s hands wrap around Vi’s hips, ostensibly to brace herself, but in all likelihood probably just to cop another feel of Vi’s ass. She teases the omega with her swelling knot, pushing in slightly, but not fully; just enough to make her stretch.
Vi does her best to ignore the burn between her legs, focusing instead on doing a good job cleaning Caitlyn’s collarbones and chin. And, well, if she takes a brief detour to leave a couple of hickeys on Cait’s neck…it’s not like she’s trying to be sneaky about it, and nobody’s complained so far.
When Vi detaches herself to marvel at her hard work, Caitlyn takes advantage of the distance to sweep her up into a kiss. Vi melts into it gladly, and hums when it progresses into sloppy, tongue-filled making out.
“I’m close,” Sevika says. “You ready to be knotted again?”
Fuck. Another one? Of all the ruts Sevika has spent with Vi, this has to be the longest one she’s ever had.
Vi detaches her lips from Caitlyn’s just long enough to say, “Yeah. Do it.”
Sevika pushes in without hesitation, coming almost immediately in Vi’s tight, warm depths. “Fuck, you feel so good, babydoll.” Vi whimpers. “Don’t worry, you’ll get yours,” Sevika promises. Before long, her knot is small enough to pull out—probably because it’s her third knot of the day and she’s hopefully close to the end of her rut—and the alpha is fucking Vi with wild abandon.
Caitlyn swallows the omega’s resulting moans with relish, cruelly delighted by Vi’s happy, tormented noises. “Make her come,” she says to Sevika.
“She might not have another one in her so soon,” Sevika observes idly, not slowing her pace.
“I don’t care. Do whatever it takes,” Caitlyn says.
Vi shivers, surprised by how into this she is. Caitlyn and Sevika had been talking about her like she’s not there all night, and that’s been great, but Caitlyn’s cold, callous tone is an additional layer of unexpected sexiness.
Sevika gives an “if you say so” sort of shrug, and reaches between Vi’s legs to pinch meanly at her clit. Caitlyn toys with her piercings, and the dual points of pain-pleasure force Vi over the edge soon after. She collapses into Caitlyn’s arms, too tired to feel ashamed.
Sevika slows her pace until only her tip is still resting inside Vi’s poor hole. “Again?” she asks.
Caitlyn looks down at Vi, evaluating her features. “What do you think, darling? Can you go again? For me?”
Vi nods vigorously, and refuses to investigate whether her enthusiastic second (third? fourth?) wind is due to her heat-fueled desperation, or a deeper, more dangerous need to please the woman holding her up. It doesn’t matter how desperate Vi is for Caitlyn’s attention, her approval, her affection; she’d be acting the same even if all she wanted was to get off. Caitlyn doesn’t need to know otherwise.
“Ready, babydoll?” Sevika asks.
Vi nods again. “I’m ready.”
After another round of knot-fucking, Caitlyn can’t help but be entranced by the sight of Sevika’s thick cum oozing from Vi’s well-used hole.
Sevika’s chest heaves with a great sigh of satisfaction. “Sorry, babydoll,” she says, with a gentler-than-normal pat on Vi’s ass. “Rut’s over, no more knots for you.”
“But I’m still in heat!”
“Calm down, knotslut,” Sevika scoffs. “I can still go a few more rounds, just without a knot.”
“I need more than that,” Vi whines, “I need to be full.”
“What, is my cock not enough for you?” Sevika retorts.
“The rest of the time it probably would be, but not today, after you knot-fucked me and stretched me out.”
Sevika grimaces; it’s a fair argument. There’s a pause, a heavy silence in the air as all three women wait for someone else to make the next move.
“Would my fist work?” Caitlyn finally dares to suggest.
Vi’s hungry eyes light up. “Yes,” she groans, “fuck, yes, I want your fist, cupcake, I want it so bad.”
“Oh, good,” Cait purrs. “I can’t wait to give it to you. Sevika, would you be a dear and do me a favor?”
“Depends on the favor,” Sevika grunts, still mildly insulted.
“Play with Vi’s tits for me?” Caitlyn simpers. The request is too alluring for the alpha to reject, and she knows it. “I’d do it myself, but I’m going to be a bit too far away for my mouth to reach.”
Sevika’s eyes glint with a sexy malice. “With pleasure,” she growls out, alternating between sucking and blowing cool air against Vi’s nipples, and then meanly pinching and tugging her piercings. It’s painfully perfect, the ultimate complement to Caitlyn’s fingers stretching Vi’s already-stretched cunt further.
The beta wastes no time, drizzling her hand with lube and adding each additional finger as quickly as she suspects Vi is ready to take it. Sometimes too quickly, it feels like—but Vi still manages to take every inch, her pussy squelching with each added digit. Cait lathers soothing kisses on her mound, but otherwise shows no mercy. Nervous or not, Vi is going to take it all.
“Fuck,” Vi gasps, watching the place where Caitlyn’s wrist disappears. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Holy fucking— fuck!” Her chant of expletives tapers off into a near-scream as she comes; her voice will be hoarse later.
Caitlyn watches with awe-filled eyes as Vi clenches rhythmically around her hand, gushing and dripping around the much-wanted intrusion. Her hand slips out easily, even without any additional lube. Caitlyn inspects her glistening knuckles, then extends her tongue for a curious taste.
“Save some for me,” Sevika rumbles, pulling Caitlyn’s hand towards her own mouth and wrapping her lips around a finger. “Mmm. Ain’t her cunt just the sweetest?”
Caitlyn laughs. “Sweet indeed,” she purrs. “How about it, darling? Want to take my fist again?”
“Um.” Vi dithers. Caitlyn’s fist had been good, almost exactly what her heat needed. Well, no; it was exactly what her heat needed. What Vi needs, however—wants, really, although she doesn’t care to make that distinction right now—is to be kissed, to be lathered in affection and gentle touches while she gets fucked.
Sevika isn't even remotely the type to do any type of tenderness, and Caitlyn had been otherwise occupied. “I liked it, but you were…too far away,” Vi says. “I want to be able to kiss you when I come.”
“Hmm.” Caitlyn analyzes the needy, pathetic omega before her. “Sevika, keep her pussy warm for me,” she instructs. “I have an idea.”
Sevika raises an eyebrow but obeys, not really having any issues with the command. She spreads Vi’s legs, hooking one of her knees over her own hip and slipping into her.
Vi immediately starts wiggling, desperate for more friction and orgasms. “Nuh-uh, babydoll.” Sevika stops her with a firm hand pressed against Vi’s belly. “She said to keep your pretty little pussy warm, not to fuck you. Hold still for me, or else.”
Suddenly remembering that she likes to be a brat, Vi decides she isn’t willing to take that lying down. “Or else what?”
“Or else I’ll tie you up, spank the shit out of that cute little ass of yours I like so much, and let you watch as I fuck Caitlyn instead of letting you do whatever she has planned.”
“And that would be such a shame indeed.” Caitlyn prowls around the corner, a modestly sized, knotless strap-on bobbing from her crotch.
Vi looks at it with confusion. “But I want to be knotted,” she whines.
Sevika, on the other hand, understands Caitlyn’s plan immediately. “Oh, babydoll,” she chuckles meanly, “No you don’t.”
“What? Of course I do—”
“Violet.” Caitlyn interrupts, kneeling on the bed by her head. “Open your mouth.”
Vi obeys without thinking. Then she does think. “Wait, why? What’s—” Her eyes bulge when Caitlyn presses the tip of her dildo just past her lips—not enough to choke or even be uncomfortable, but enough to startle her into silence.
“Suck,” Caitlyn instructs. “Get my strap nice and wet for me.”
Vi just gapes, her open mouth providing more than enough space for Caitlyn to thrust, if she so chose.
She doesn’t.
“You heard her, babydoll.” Sevika laces a hand in Vi’s hair and uses the grip to slide Vi’s mouth along Cait’s strap, like she’d done for herself when Vi was blowing her earlier that afternoon. “Suck.”
Vi moans and goes limp, her partners chuckling at her pliancy.
“The faster you get my cock prepared, the sooner I can be inside you,” Caitlyn says. She can see the moment her words click for Vi, the very instant she realizes Sevika isn’t going to pull out when Caitlyn finally pushes in. It might not be a knot, but she’ll get to be full.
Vi starts sucking with a newfound intensity, unashamed of the sloppy noises emanating from her mouth because as humiliating as they are, they’re a sign that soon she’ll be rewarded for her hard work.
Sure enough, after a few more moments of Vi’s grunting, moaning enthusiasm, Caitlyn pulls back to inspect her work. “Sev?” She asks, nonchalant. “What do you think?”
“Aw, Cait, don’t torment her anymore,” Sevika mocks, throwing Caitlyn’s own words from so much earlier in the day back in her face. “She’s been so good.”
“You love tormenting Vi,” Caitlyn scoffs.
Sevika laughs heartily. “Yeah, I do.” She snaps her hips, and her voice deepens—dark, sexy, suggestive. “But I also love making her come.”
Vi whimpers at the lone thrust, complaining “then get started already!” when there’s no further action.
“Needy slut,” Caitlyn chastises, even as she lies down next to Vi, teases her clit with her fingertips. “That’s not how a good omega asks to be fucked.”
“Please?”
“That’s better.” Caitlyn reaches behind herself for a bottle of lube. “It’s just in case, darling,” she says to Vi’s half-offended look. “You did a very good job preparing me.”
Vi settles down, happy enough with the explanation. After all, she’s never been fucked by two people in the same hole; she’s not going to complain about taking it slowly and carefully. She’s a little nervous, almost, except that she trusts Sevika and Caitlyn explicitly—Sevika for their long-standing history, and Caitlyn for some other, more esoteric, instinctual reason.
Vi is drenched, her body’s last-ditch attempt to get pregnant before her heat is over. (Too bad she’s got an implant. Vi might be a slut, but she’s a safe slut.)
Finally fully lubed up, Caitlyn prods Vi’s already-filled pussy with the tip of her strap. “Ready?”
“Ready.”
Vi wails when the dildo enters her, the slick plastic sliding against the slick walls of her cunt, snuggling up against Sevika’s flesh-and-blood cock.
It’s too much. It’s not enough.
“Move, please,” Vi begs pitifully. Both women listen—although it may not have been Vi’s pleas that moved them to do so—and although it takes them a moment to figure out a rhythm, once they do, the sensation is glorious.
Vi pants heavily. It’s easily the best sex she’s ever had, and she doesn’t have to even do anything except lie there and lose her mind in the center of a perpetual fucking machine. As one shaft pulls out of her, the other pushes in. She’s always full, but never stuffed, and the friction is constant. It’s similar to, but still doesn’t quite scratch the same itch as being knotted—
Actually.
It’s better.
She’s surrounded on both sides by women, plush curves and hard muscle and hot, gasping mouths. Vi’s had very few partners who are capable of manhandling her, and right now she gets to be fucked by two of them.
Caitlyn dips her head to take one of Vi’s pierced nipples into her mouth, sucking hard, and Sevika reaches around to pinch and twist the other one. A wordless yell—the only kind of noise Vi could possibly make right now—erupts from her chest.
“Please, please—fuck I’m so close, fuck please make me come—” she begs. “Cupcake—Sev— someone— please, just one more, I just need to come one more time—”
“Good girl, asking us so politely,” Caitlyn breathes, so softly Vi wonders if she’s the only one who can hear it. “Go on, then, darling. Come. Come for me.”
Vi twists violently when she finally falls over the edge, hips jerking both away and towards the friction, for more stimulation and less stimulation, pressure that is too-much-not-enough except that no matter where she turns, she’s surrounded on all sides by pleasure, pleasure, pleasure without pause. Her climax is nearly painful as it washes over her, her mind shattering under the beating of its merciless waves.
“Fuck,” she whimpers when she remembers how to breathe.
“Are you alright?”
Vi nods silently. Her head comes to rest in the cradle of Caitlyn’s neck, and she can hear the faintest purr emanating from the beta.
“I’m going to pull out,” Caitlyn warns, her voice gentle as she braces herself against Vi’s hip.
“Nooo,” Vi moans. “Don’t want you t’go.”
“Darling, I need to go wash the strap,” Caitlyn says. “I’ll set it out to dry, and then I’ll be right back.”
“That’s even worse,” Vi mumbles as her eyelids grow heavy.
Cait aims her quizzical face at Sevika, who is more likely to see her expression and give an explanation.
“Babydoll, is your heat almost over?” Sevika nudges Vi back into being awake enough to answer.
“Yeah,” Vi mumbles, burying her face in Caitlyn’s plush chest and refusing to let go of her waist. “Got another twenty minutes at most—prob’ly less than that.”
Sevika hums like that should be enough for Caitlyn to understand. “She likes to be stuffed full through the very end of her heat,” she explains, which does help Caitlyn understand.
“Ah. Well, in that case…” Caitlyn lets herself flop bonelessly to the mattress, her last vestiges of energy dissipating. She’d much rather cuddle Vi, which—thankfully—the omega also apparently wants as well. “This was fun,” Caitlyn says. “I’m glad you brought Vi.”
“I’m glad I brought her too,” Sevika rumbles, as close to happy as Vi’s ever heard her. “Could always do this again sometime, since you enjoyed it that much.”
“That would be lovely.” Caitlyn’s hands trail through Vi’s hair, lulling her into a heat-exhausted daze. “Vi? What about you? Do you have any heat plans next month?”
“Yeah?” Vi mumbles sleepily before realizing what she’s been invited to. “I—I mean, yeah, no, I’m down,” she salvages. “I haven’t made any plans or anything yet.”
Caitlyn smiles down at her. “Perfect,” she says. She gives Vi a sweet peck on the nose. “It’s a date.”
Holy shit.
It’s a date.