Chapter 183: The Knotting Continues (R18)
To extend the edging even further, Ana decided not to leave Emily’s ass empty for long. She picked up the string of anal beads again, selecting the three larger ones—the ones that had stretched Emily the most.
With the wine bottle still shallowly inserted in her pussy, Ana lubbed the beads anew and pressed the first one against the omega’s puckered hole.
"Feel those beads filling your ass while this bottle teases your pussy?" Ana narrated, her voice husky as she pushed the first bead in with a firm press. It popped past the ring, swallowed deep.
Emily’s muffled screams intensified, her body quaking as the bead settled inside. Ana added the second, twisting it slightly for extra drag against the sensitive walls, the dual fullness making Emily’s eyes roll back under the blindfold.
The bottle in her pussy shifted with each clench, the glass cool and unyielding. "You’re so greedy, taking it all for me."
The third bead followed, larger and ridged, forcing Emily’s ass to stretch wide before closing around the string.
Without clitoral stimulation, Emily came hard from the double penetration alone, her pussy squirting slick around the bottle’s neck, the fluid warm and forceful. It splashed against Ana’s hand, who laughed softly at the display.
Slowly, Ana began withdrawing the beads one at a time, each pop syncing with Emily’s laboured breaths—out with a gasp, in with a whimper.
The back-and-forth continued—pushing two beads back in, pulling one out, all while the bottle remained lodged shallowly, teasing without satisfying.
Emily’s desperation peaked, her body a trembling mess of overstimulation. "Beg louder, omega!" Ana commanded, drawing more garbled pleas.
"Pwease, Alphhha, m-mmmore!" Emily slurred through the gag, her voice breaking.
The scene’s pacing slowed here, every moment drawn out with vivid sensory details—the chill of the remaining wine bottle raising fresh goosebumps, the smooth coolness of the glass contrasting the hot, pulsing slick that coated everything, the textured ridges of the beads dragging insistently against Emily’s inner walls with each insertion and removal.
The ropes creaked rhythmically, Emily’s sweat mingling with the melting ice water and spilled slick, creating a slippery sheen over her skin.
Ana finally removed both intrusions—the bottle with a final twist that made Emily sob, and the beads one last time, leaving both holes clenching emptily.
The omega’s body sagged slightly in the ties, exhausted but still burning with need.
This prolonged build-up ensured that when Ana proceeded to the oral play, Emily’s responses were even more frantic, her tongue working Ana’s cock with renewed desperation.
As Ana straddled her chest again, feeding her the thick length after removing the gag, Emily sucked with hollowed cheeks, saliva dripping freely now that the gag was off. The earlier torments had left her throat relaxed, taking more inches easily, gagging only when Ana thrust deep.
"Choke on it, show me your throat bulging," Ana growled, her hands tangling in Emily’s hair to guide the motion. Emily’s bound form rocked with each shallow fuck of her mouth, the nipple clamps tugging painfully with the movement.
Cum and spit coated Ana’s shaft, strings connecting to Emily’s lips when Ana pulled back briefly to let her breathe. Emily’s eyes, now free of the blindfold, locked onto Ana’s, pleading silently for release.
But Ana denied it, pulling out fully and slapping her cock lightly against Emily’s cheek, smearing the mess. "Not yet. You haven’t earned the knot."
Moving lower, Ana’s mouth returned to Emily’s pussy, but this time she added fingers to the ass alongside her tongue. Three digits plunged in easily after the beads and plug prep, curling to massage the spot while her lips sealed around the clit, sucking hard.
Emily’s hips bucked wildly, the crab tie allowing just enough movement to grind against Ana’s face.
"Cum for me again, but don’t think it’s over," Ana murmured against the slick folds, her words vibrating through the sensitive flesh.
Emily shattered, squirting once more, her cries echoing off the walls. Slick flooded Ana’s mouth, and she lapped it up, not stopping until Emily begged incoherently.
The alpha’s cock leaked steadily now, the knot partially swollen from the arousal of dominating her omega so thoroughly.
Finally, with Emily a quivering wreck, Ana lubed the plug again—not the ridged one from before, but an even larger inflatable one she’d saved for last. "This will keep you stretched while I fuck your mouth one more time."
She worked it in, the initial girth making Emily gasp, then pumped the bulb to inflate it slightly inside, filling her ass to bursting. Emily’s pussy clenched in response, empty and aching.
Straddling her chest anew, Ana fed her cock back into Emily’s mouth, thrusting deeper this time, the inflated plug pressing upward to add pressure even from afar.
Emily gagged and slurped, tears streaming as she took it, her body overwhelmed. Ana fucked her face steadily, hips rolling, until she felt her own climax building too close.
Pulling out with a groan, Ana deflated and removed the plug, tossing it aside. "Now, omega. Beg for the breeding you deserve." Emily’s voice was wrecked, barely above a whisper.
"Alpha... knot me. Please, fill my pussy with your cum. I need it so bad."
Ana positioned herself, rubbing her cockhead through the slick once more, then thrust in deep.
The pace started slow, building tension—long, dragging strokes that let Emily feel every vein and ridge. But soon it turned punishing, hips slamming, the bed frame rattling. Emily’s orgasms chained together, her walls fluttering nonstop.
When the knot swelled fully, Ana ground it against the entrance, popping it in with a final, forceful push. Cum erupted in ropes, painting Emily’s insides white, the seal holding every drop.
Hours seemed to pass in that locked embrace, whispers of possession and praise filling the air.
Ana removed the ropes quickly, and then removed the gag and the blindfold. Emily’s lips were swollen, glistening with saliva as she glared at Ana. "Y-you w-were... too much..."
"You liked it."
"I hate... y-you..."
"Don’t talk too much. I still can knot you again if I want."
