Page 2 of Hangman's Knot
"Too long," he breathes. "It has been too long, my love."
She says nothing in response, allowing her body a brief reprieve in his arms. Luke calls her attention to his presence then, greedily nuzzling against her, a growling purr in his chest and the press of his cock against her back a reminder that she had two other mates to tend to.
"Do you want my mouth," she whispers, looking back at him. She offers to Tenor, "Or my hand?"
They both groan at her offer. They had never taken her like that. When they had been together before, it had always been aboutsoothing her needs, but now it was her turn to soothe theirs.
"Take what you need," she urges, forcing her body to be limp and pliant in their arms.
Luke guides her hand back to his cock, pulling her arm in a way that is slightly overextended, but she says nothing, relaxing the joint so he can pull and manipulate it however he desires. With a growl, he spits into her palm and then places it on his cock, closing his fist over hers as he jerks himself off with her hand.
He lets out another growl as he increases the pace, thrusting into her fist, tightening its grip over his length with his own. It feels warm and safe to feel his cock beneath her and his hand over her. She doesn't have to do anything, she just has to let her alphas use her body however they see fit, and that thought causes another wave of slick to coat the knot still inside her.
With a loud moan, he reaches his climax and paints her back and flank with ropes off his warm cum. She turns to look at him over her shoulder, locking pleading eyes with his as a whimper tumbles out of her throat. She opens her mouth in supplication, wanting his offering.
He snarls a feral sound in response, his cock twitching beneath her hand where she feels he is still fully erect. None of them will go flaccid for days, she's sure, and he's already ready to go again.
He scoops up the cum from her skin and palms it into her mouth. She reaches out to lathe it with her tongue, cleaning every drop off, even flicking between his fingers to ensure none goes to waste. It tastes like life itself, warm and earthy, just like his scent.
His movements are jerky and crude, as if trying to temper himself from grabbing and taking her for himself. They're restraining themselves for her. So they do not harm her. She keens with pleasure at the thought, at the care she can feel pulsing between them, the warmth they feel for her, wovenbetween the fervor.
The scent of his cum is now plastered all over her back and her face, and that seems to calm him. She'll be drenched before this rut is over, smelling like them, their seed infiltrating every cell in her body.
He switches spots with Tenor, wordlessly handing her over to him. She is still locked onto Julius' knot, and from the way he is still spurting inside of her every few seconds, she expects she will be for a while.
"Hi," she whispers with a small smile as her back is pressed against his hard chest. She cranes her neck to look back at him, needing to see their faces that she's dreamt of every night they've been apart.
He spares her a small smile, reaching up to pet a large hand down her face, looking at her in wonder before his hand settles on her neck in a claiming grasp. "Beautiful," his voice is little more than a growl with the rut riding him as hard as it is."Mine.My mate."
She nods in compliance, rubbing back against him as much as she can with Julius' knot still holding her in place. There is a sharp pinch that shoots through her pelvis as it moves inside of her and she stills, allowing them to move her how they need her, his gentle hands bending her forwards.
Tenor prods at her centre with his cock, drenching himself in the semen and slick that's leaked out of her around the sides of Julius' cock, and then drags it up the cleft of her ass. He growls as he prods at her rear hole and she can feel the desire that sparks in him as he does it, but then he continues dragging himself upwards until he is positioned between her cheeks, the tip of his cock over her tailbone, slippery and lubricated from her fluids.
He begins to thrust against her, using the friction of her body between his to find his release. Between watching his pack brothers use her and the way their scents that are filling thisgodawful space until it smells only of them, it doesn't take long before he is cumming too, drenching her in ropes of it up to her neck and coating the fabric of her dress.
They relax infinitesimally, finally having marked her, having felt release with her body. She knows that seeing her submission to them reassures them in their most primal state that their mate would tend to them during their rut and soothe their fervour.
When Julius' knot has subsided enough that it can be pulled from her, she whimpers a little at the feeling of him wresting it out of her entrance. The bulbous swelling has not yet deflated fully, just enough that it could unhook from behind her pubic bone and fit through her opening.
In better circumstances, he would have let the swelling dissipate naturally so it slipped from her easily, but these were not better circumstances, and he forces himself out so another of his pack brothers could use her. She whimpers at the burning stretch followed by the awful, echoing feeling of being empty.
She is not empty for long. There is a slight falling sensation as they readjust their positioning again, with Julius laying on his back on the filthy floor. Eden is straddling his hips, her clit pressed against his still hard cock as Tenor's cock drags down to her dripping entrance from behind.
She is filled in one thrust that punches the air from her lungs. "Oh god," she whines.
Her mate is too far gone to respond to her discomfort beyond a dominant snarl and the snap of teeth at her neck. She doesn't resist, knows if she does, they will not be able to stop themselves from forcing her submission. She urges her body to be soft and pliant for them once again, open to whatever her mates need from her. A doll for their use.
His cock feels big–too big–in this position, pressing against every single sensitive spot inside her. And then she is coming aroundhim, drenching him in more slick. He does not slow, does not seem to even acknowledge her orgasm as he continues pounding into her like a man possessed.
Luke takes advantage of the new position by pulling her head up by her hair and slipping his cock in her mouth. She relaxes her jaw and looks up at him, making eye contact and conveying her willingness, her acceptance, her love.Do whatever you need,she tells him silently.Use me however you want, alpha.
He holds her eyes as he begins thrusting down her throat, uncaring when she begins gagging. When he releases her for a breath, she coughs and wretches, and then his cock is in her mouth again, down her throat, thrusting, the knot pressing against her lips, as if he'll try and force that in too.
There is a small fear in the back of her mind that with his rut clouding his mind, he will forget her need to breathe, that he will keep his cock lodged down her windpipe too long and she will pass out. But she does not–cannot–let the fear take hold.
Julius is beneath her and he is lucid enough to stop that. And she is still maintaining eye contact with Luke, who, though his pupils are blown to black, is stillthere,still palpably Luke where she can feel him in the bond. His mind is not totally lost to the madness.
She relaxes, trusting that her mates will not harm her, trusting that they will take care of her, even in this state.
