Page 56 of Feral Creed

I surrender.

Time begins to unspool in a long and meandering thread.

Lotus comes. A lot. Every time Lotus comes, we all feel it, and it’s fantastic.

Lotus feels it when we come, and when she figures that out, she’s enchanted and delighted by the notion of it.

So, she sits on the bed with one of us licking her pussy or teasing her tight, pretty, little nipples and she has the other three fuck each other in various ways.

I knot Arrow while Striker knots me.

Knight knots me while I knot Arrow.

Arrow knots me while I knot Striker.

It goes on.

I know we’re in a rut, all of us, because our erections don’t flag. Our knots will go down enough to disentangle ourselves, but we don’t ever get soft. We just keep going.

It gets dark.

We keep fucking.

Lotus wants us to fuck her.

We line up in her holes, Striker and Arrow in her pussy and ass, me knotting Arrow and Knight knotting Striker.

Then, we switch.

And again.

And again.

It’s light again.

I register at the edge of my consciousness that I’m sore—too much sex, too much penetration in holes that weren’t properly lubed. I’m hungry. I feel lightheaded.

But when I say that, Lotus says I can have a nice breakfast of my mates’ come, and then I can’t help but be very turned on by sucking each of their cocks in turn, swallowing them down.

It goes on.

But I don’t know how long, because I start to get dizzy sometimes, delirious. I notice sometimes that it’s dark again.

I think days pass.

Eventually, our cocks are soft.

She lets us sleep.

As I drift, I register there’s an awful smell of rot and death coming from the basement.

lotus

I GET DRESSED. It’s morning.

My pack is asleep, and I look down at them with a feeling of affectionate sweetness. I ran them ragged, didn’t I?

I pull on my clothes and I go outside.

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