Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
No attention had been paid to her clit, yet it was stiff at attention, begging for anything that would ease the stretch. Desperate for relief, Wren plucked at the swollen nub, uncaring if Toby saw.
The man jerked his fist on his cock all the harder, another mist of cum landing where she worked. “Fuck that’s hot.”
Fire burned between her legs, heat twisting her spine and abused hole until the licking flames stole her breath. Orgasm latched onto Toby’s fist, and sucked him in a ripple of overabundant sensation all the way to his wrist.
Finally…
A fist was not a knot, but the bumps of his finger bones felt so fucking amazing as she came undone that the searing stretch at her cunt mouth hardly registered. He pumped his fist, making her insides chase after what they tried and failed to milk until she was delirious.
Thrashing on the bed, she rode a man’s fucking hand until not a single ounce of pleasure was left to wring out.
The slick that slopped out when he carefully unfurled his fingers and left her poor pussy alone became his feast. It saturated the bed, soaking down to the mattress to mingle with the layered scents of other women’s sex, making her degradation a part of this place.
Monster dick too swollen and gnarled to jut upwards, Toby crawled over her, the thing, dragging over her body like a third leg. He kissed her bitten lips, purring loud to soothe the troubled, aching girl.
It took him time to calm her, loud purrs and soft strokes. Words of praise. Sweet flattery. Minutes of cuddles and kissing away tears. When she grew quiet and focused enough to pay attention, Toby put his lips to her ear and announced, “Next time, two fists.”
She wasn’t supposed to say no, but Wren was already vehemently shaking her head.
It seemed she had an ally. From the door, Kieran barked, “No fucking way is Caspian going to let you do that to her. He ordered you to prepare her if you were going to use that thing on her, not rip her apart. She could hardly handle one fist. Two would leave lasting damage.”
Sitting back, Toby grinned his triumph. “She came without anything but a few growls and my hand.”
“Bullshit. She touched her clit.”
“Her orgasm had already begun. I followed Caspian’s rules, and she creamed all over my hand.” Hefting his mangled cock to display its monstrous girth to his friend, Toby smirked. “When you see her take this thing later, you’ll wonder why you’ve never tried it.”
Kieran grimaced. “My dick hurts just looking at that freakish thing.”
As the two bickered, Wren turned away and climbed off the bed.
It had been a long day, and from the sound of it, it would be an even longer night. Uncaring if they called to her, she took up the nesting materials brought over from her house and began to craft a place of safety.
With the covers still pulled over her head, wrapped in comfort only a nest could offer, Kieran kneeled at her side. “The bed is for you to enjoy, Omega. You don’t have to sleep on the floor.”
She wanted to sleep on the floor.
Hard surfaces were familiar and the distinct smell of other women’s pussies was far enough away that she could almost forget the taint wafting in the air. Moving the covers so that Kieran might see her face, she pointed at her nose, pointed at the bed, then pointed at her nose again while squishing her face up in disgust.
“It smells bad?”
She nodded emphatically.
The Second stood tall, walking over to the purple monstrosity to sniff the air. Confused, he leaned down and pressed his nose right to the covers. “Smells good to me.”
Of course it smelled good to him, he was breathing in years of sexual conquests… probably reliving some fond memories. Alphas were sluts. Omegas were territorial. If she had to stay in the pipeworks to keep their bargain, she didn’t want to sleep on that.
She wouldn’t be able to sleep on that.
When he stomped over, green eyes snapping, Wren cut him to the quick. She reached for him, invited him in a hastily organized nest that smelled of only one female. Begrudgingly he took the bait, stripping off his shoes to settle for a moment's rest beside her.
Toby sat on the bed watching, still working his disgusting dick. He was ignored, dismissed when she gave him her back and wrapped Kieran’s arm around her middle.
Nose in her hair, protesting the discomfort of an unyielding floor, he pressed against her back. “Only this once.”
This life had to be lived one moment at a time. It was the only way to keep sane in the Warrens, and the only thing that would get her through these coming weeks in the pipeworks. So Wren took this moment and stole comfort from the Alpha still grumbling at her back.