Page 3 of Hangman's Knot
Time is quickly lost. She disappears into the rhythm of their rut, the endless thrusting and need pulsing between the four of them like a living thing. Pleasure consumes her until Eden disappears and only they remain inside her.
Her pussy is never empty long. As soon as one's knot has deflated enough that it can be manipulated out of her, the next one is inside her, one after the other, thrusting like their redemption can be found in her womb, the tips of their cocksnudging beneath her cervix at a place that makes her see stars.
She is laying on her front, sandwiched between Luke and Tenor, her face nuzzling against the dark curling hair on Luke's chest. Her knees had been rubbed raw hours ago, but the pain is lost in the back of her mind. It is a rare period of rest and quiet, and her body is thankful for the reprieve.
Tenor's fingers are tracing around her mons pubis, feeling around where her pussy is stretched around the base of Luke's knot, probing her perineum, and then up to her ass. They're slippery with their combined fluids, and with how stretched wide she is around Luke's knot, they slip into her tight ass more easily than she would have expected. There is a small bite of pain with the intrusion, but she does not tense or deny him.
He doesn't begin to thrust them or do much more than groan at the feeling of her ass squeezing his knuckles, thrust up as deep as he can get them. After a moment, she relaxes into it. She feels him begin to jerk himself off with his other hand, as if imagining it is his cock there instead of his fingers.
When Luke's cock falls away from her, Tenor is there taking his place. He thrusts into her raw passage without hesitation, his fingers still lodged in the back as well.
Julius thrusts himself down her throat, and then she is full of them, every hole filled with her mates. The feeling drives her to the edge of her pleasure, and then she loses herself again to the madness of the rut, her mind going as blank and soft as a soothing blanket. There is no sense of time or reality, only them.
When she comes to again, she doesn't know how long it's been. One of them is always there, filling her. Even when she falls asleep against them, one of them is inside her, either thrusting frantically or knotted in place. They give her mouth a break when she rests, but one of them is always there toying with her ass and filling her pussy until her belly is taut and distendedwith cum. She doesn't question or resist it, just accepts their presence in her body, however they want her.
When she wakes again, she doesn't know how many times she has drifted in and out or how long she was asleep, but it is Julius' fingers in her ass now, two or three or four of them, she doesn't know. Tenor is beneath her, knotted in her pussy and dozing lightly.
"You can fuck me, if you want," she offers. Her voice sounds rough to her own ears and her throat is raw as she tries to speak. She doesn't know how long it's been since she had spoken or made any sound other than whimpering or moaning or gagging around them.
"My ass," she clarifies for him when he doesn't do anything, and a low snarl escapes Julius' throat.
"You do not want me thinking about fucking your ass right now, Eden" he growls.
She doesn't respond, just leans forward and tilts her hips back as much as she can with Tenor behind her pubic bone, offering herself to him in silent submission.
"Why?" he asks. The question is more of a rhetorical one than something he expects an answer to, a man beseeching the heavens. "We're not in control right now, Eden. We could hurt you. Why would you offer me this right fucking now?"
She just hums lightly, a small smile playing on her lips.Because I'm yours, alpha,she thinks, or maybe she says it. She doesn't know. She melts into his touch as complete trust for him fills her, making her feel so light she might float away.
His fingers are gone, and then he is replacing it with the impossibly broad head of his cock, his breathing rough as if struggling to maintain control. Despite them having toyed at her hole with their fingers for what felt like days now, hisentrance is not an easy one, especially not with Tenor's knot narrowing the passage. But when he enters her, it is with surprising tenderness.
It is the gentlest any of them have been able to be with her for days. She is grateful they waited until now to take her like this, certain they may have done her permanent bodily damage if they had tried to fuck her ass in the first frantic day of their rut when they had fully lost themselves to their fervour.
He thrusts shallowly, stretching her out slowly. The sensation of his cock elicits sucking gasps from her before she swears lightly at the intensity of it.
She hears a feral tone in Julius' voice as he leans over her back so his mouth is at her ear, his whole body pressed against hers, caging her in against Tenor's front. "My cock inside her ass is making my sweet little mate say abad word? Well, forsooth, Eden. I guess we should have done this sooner."
She cannot respond to him, no words can possibly escape her as his cock opens her up like a brand new flower in the light of a new day.
When he bottoms out and she feels his knot at her entrance, she releases a breath she hadn't known she was holding. The feeling of being filled in such a complete way was entirely new to her and all encompassing. She had thought she had experienced fullness with them before with their cocks and fingers, but she had no idea. No idea what it meant to be full. She does not know where the pain ends and the pleasure begins, but it all combines together in a terrifying, stifling fog that settles over and through her.
Julius begins to thrust gently, clearly controlling himself despite his rough words, with one hand gripped tightly onto her hip while the other holds her at the nape of her neck, securing her in place so he can take what he wants.
The burning sensation of having his cock inside of her ass seems to ignite every inch of her body, every thrust lighting her up like a spark until she is on fire with need, totally consumed by a desire which she is not even sure is her own.
Then Luke's cock appears in front of her as he slides it into her mouth, and after that, all she knows, all she can feel, is her mates. She did not know she could still orgasm after the countless ones she had already experienced in the past few days of their rut. She can't even recall when the last one was. The muscles in her pelvis feel likely to shred apart, but the last thing she knows before she blacks out is the overwhelming presence of her mates, in her, around her, through her.
She wakes abruptly, unsure how much time has passed. All around her there are jarring noises that do not fit. Something is not right. There is snarling, growling, the sound of chains clinking and fists against flesh, and then something harder against flesh. She is empty, and open, bruised and ruined, and she has never felt so vulnerable in her life.
Luke is there crouching over her where she lays on the filthy floor, coated and crusted in god knows what substances.
The guards are there too, dressed in full SWAT gear with plastic shields, wielding batons and cattle prods. She sees one jab a baton into Tenor's stomach and then stun him with a sickening zapping sound. He doesn't drop to the floor until they stun him another time, another, then another. He is an alpha still pulsing with rutting hormones defending his prone mate. None of them will go down easy.
It takes fourteen guards packed into that horrible room to subdue all three of her mates. Fourteen guards' scents tainting the air that had previously smelled like them, in a place that should have been only for them.
Eden shoves herself into the corner of the room, huddling intoa crouch to protect herself, desperately trying to shield her nudity with the tattered remains of her dress that is somehow still hanging on her body. Her arms wrap around her knees and she tucks her chin down, making herself as small as possible, watching the violence against her mates with tears flowing down her face.
She doesn't let herself take her eyes off them for a minute, even when one of the foul guards wrenches her up by an arm. She doesn't let herself show any pain, even when she can hardly walk. She doesn't want to give them the satisfaction. She doesn't want to upset her mates further or spur them back into action in their rut-intensified need to defend and protect her.
