Chapter 184: You All Don’t Use Condoms!
I sat at the dining table encircled by the alphas, the air heavy with the savoury aroma of roasted meats dripping in herb-infused juices, mingled with the potent, musk still clinging to us from last night’s savage rut—Ivory had fucked me senseless right here on this very table, my screams echoing off the walls as she claimed me.
They shovelled massive forkfuls into their mouths now, jaws working in brooding silence after I’d snapped at them for treating me like some mythical beast with a dozen gaping maws, all begging to be stuffed with their endless alpha ’offerings.
One mouth, damn it—that’s all I had!
No matter how much I packed away, my frame stayed delicately petite, save for my lush, heavy breasts that strained against my blouse and the wide, fertile flare of my hips, perfect omega breeding curves that jiggled with every shift.
I wore them like a badge of pride, swaying them teasingly during heats, but Ana had terrified me just last week.
"Those tits and hips will wreck your back as you age, little one—leave you arched in pain, bent over and desperate... unless it’s our knots bending you instead."
"I’m glad you finally get it—one mouth only," I huffed, stabbing viciously at my plate, the fork scraping ceramic.
"But you’ve got that other ravenous little slit down there," Ivory purred, her voice a silken rasp as her boot crept up my bare thigh beneath the tablecloth.
The leather pressed firm against my panty-clad pussy, the toe grinding slow, deliberate circles that made my folds swell and slick gush hot, soaking the fabric until it clung transparently to my throbbing clit.
"The one that strangles my fat cock like a tight fist, pulsing and milking every veiny inch until I erupt deep in your greedy depths."
"She takes all our cocks equally, Ivory—don’t hog the glory," Hellen snarled, her emerald eyes blazing with feral possession, fists clenching around her utensils. "That slick-soaked omega cunt was forged for all of us, stretching wide for whatever we give it."
Reyes scowled fiercely, flexing her massive, corded arms—biceps bulging like steel cables under her skin—as she leaned forward. "Lies. She creams hardest on mine, pussy squirting in messy arcs when I hammer her walls, her juices spraying my thighs while she claws my back raw."
"Mine the most," Ana growled low and dangerous, her voice thick with rut-lust, dark eyes hooded. "She mounts me reverse cowgirl, slamming that plump ass down, her puffy lips kissing my knot like wet silk before it balloons inside, locking us as she grinds for more."
"Can we not do this at the dinner table? I’m trying to eat here!" I snapped, my cheeks blazing as traitorous heat coiled in my core, pussy fluttering at the flood of filthy memories—each alpha’s unique scent, the way their cocks felt splitting me open.
Defiant, I speared a massive, glistening meatball from the platter—its surface glossy and veined like a swollen cockhead, juices beading temptingly—and raised it to my parted lips. Ivory leaned in close, her breath hot on my neck, wicked grin splitting her face.
"Fuck, that’s exactly what your cock-hungry mouth looks like wrapped around my dick, princess—lips stretched obscenely red and puffy, thick drool ropes spilling down your chin as you choke and gag, throat convulsing around my girth."
I choked violently, the meatball slipping from my numb fingers to splatter sauce across the tablecloth like cum.
Coughing and sputtering, I glared daggers, but Reyes pounced.
"Tch! She looks way filthier with mine down her gullet—eyes tearing up, slender throat bulging visibly as I skull-fuck her deep, then yank out to hose her pretty face with thick, hot ropes of cum. She begs like a whore: ’Please, Reyes, fuck my slutty mouth harder—drown me in it!’"
"I ruin her face with more raw vigour than you fucking savages," Ana boasted, smirking as she licked her lips. "She hollows those cheeks tight, swirling her hot tongue along every pulsing vein until I flood her belly straight from the tap, her swallows echoing like music."
I shot them a shy, utterly betrayed glare, my traitorous nipples erecting into stiff diamonds that tented my thin top, aching for rough pinches.
Were they really ranking my blowjob skills like some perverse competition? They ought to be grovelling in gratitude for how I worshipped their throbbing monsters—slurping, gagging, begging for their loads!
"Her mouth’s a scorching furnace," Ivory moaned throatily, her boot now pressing harder, the heel nudging my soaked entrance through the cloth. "So plush and tight, sucking like it was bred solely for choking down alpha seed."
"I fill that perfect hole the best," Hellen cut in, voice gravelly. "Pump her full to overflowing, watching my cum leak in sticky trails down her chin and thighs."
"She worships my heavy balls too," Reyes grunted, shifting in her seat as if reliving it. "Humming vibrations around my shaft while her tongue laps every salty wrinkle, teasing the seam until I’m throbbing."
"Can you all please stop?!" I begged, voice cracking as I squeezed my thighs together, slick audibly dripping onto the wooden chair, leaving a shameful puddle.
They ignored me completely. The bragging exploded into chaos.
"Emily takes my knot the deepest—her pussy walls flutter and gush like a broken faucet when I lock in, her womb sucking me dry, greedy for every drop."
"Nah, she craves mine—screams my name raw as it pops past her tight rim, stretching her cunt to its limits until she’s sobbing in mind-melting ecstasy, legs shaking uncontrollably."
"My knot’s the fattest by far—turns her into a drooling cockslut, her belly visibly bulging with my massive load as she twitches through endless orgasms."
"I knot her better than any of you—pummel that spongy cervix until she’s rolling her eyes back, blacking out on the pleasure-pain edge."
"I let her suck my tits too," Ivory smirked triumphantly, hefting her full, heaving breasts through her shirt, nipples visibly hard. "She latches on desperate, sucking hard while I finger-bang her sopping hole to squirting oblivion."
"You let her slobber on those useless fat sacks? Two fucking vestigial udders!" Reyes bellowed, face twisting in rage.
"Don’t cry about it, flat-chest," Ivory mocked, squeezing her own breast for emphasis, a dark nipple pebbling visibly against the fabric.
"You bitch—!"
"I let her suck mine too," Ana said smugly, palming her generous swells with a slow grind. "She bites and moans like a bitch in heat, her pussy spasming empty and aching around nothing."
"I’m not dignifying this idiocy," Hellen sniffed primly, though her eyes smouldered with barely restrained hunger as she looked at me, nostrils flaring at my thickening scent.
My face scorched crimson, a full-body flush racing down to my dripping core, slick now trailing freely down my inner thighs.
They all swivelled toward me in unison, forks clattering forgotten to their plates.
I froze solid, heart hammering. "W-what now?"
"Who’s the best?" Ivory demanded, boot withdrawing only to be replaced by her hand sneaking higher.
"Yeah—spill it, Emily," Reyes growled. "Whose cock reshapes your holes and makes you cum the hardest? Rank us."
I swallowed convulsively, throat working audibly like I was already deepthroating one. Why corner me like this? One slip, and they’d destroy me—gangbanging my every hole raw—which hasn’t happened yet, knotting in rotation until I couldn’t walk, couldn’t think, just a cum-drunk mess.
In blind panic, I crammed handfuls of food into my mouth—succulent meat, crusty bread, buttery veggies—cheeks ballooning like a frantic chipmunk, muffling any possible confession.
No escape. Massive arms scooped me up mid-bite, slamming me down onto Hellen’s muscular lap. Her enormous erection grinded ruthlessly against my ass through her pants, the heat searing like a brand, pre-cum already dampening the fabric.
She seized my chin in an iron grip, wrenching my stuffed face to meet her stern, eyes.
"Princess, answer us properly. Or we’ll knot you without mercy—flood that ripe, fertile womb over and over until you’re swollen huge with our children, belly taut and round, leaking our seed from every used hole."
"You don’t even use condoms, you animals!" I finally yelped after force-swallowing the mouthful, voice a breathless mix of outrage, fear... and that secret, shameful thrill pulsing in my veins.
"Once your belly bloats massive with our babies kicking inside, then we’ll wrap up," Hellen growled, fangs grazing my earlobe as her free hand mauled my breast, thumb flicking the nipple to agonized hardness.
"We all will," Ana agreed darkly, her long fingers diving under my skirt without warning—two plunging knuckle-deep into my clenching, sopping pussy with a wet schlick, curling to stroke my g-spot relentlessly. "But first... pick a winner, Emily. Or we all win tonight."
