Chapter 189: Emily’s Cry Made Them Stop (R18)
Emily’s traitorous omega instincts buckled instantly under the growl, her body arching involuntarily as fresh slick squirted from her overworked pussy, the tied condoms on her thighs sloshing louder in response.
"N-no—Ana! Ana’s my favourite, I swear—hers... h-hit so deep, please!" she wailed desperately, voice cracking into a pathetic mewl, tears streaming anew as Ana’s growl deepened approvingly, her curved, latex-gloved cock nudging Emily’s lips possessively.
The other alphas snarled in unison—Reyes’s fists balling white-knuckled, Hellen’s jaw locking granite-hard, Ivory’s playful demonic grin twisting into outrage—but Ana pounced first, yanking Emily’s hair-woven bulbs to force her mouth wide.
"Fuck yes, that’s my good little liar—say it again while I knot this throat," Ana hissed, slamming her hooked length balls-deep through the fresh condom, the upward curve battering Emily’s gag reflex perfectly as drool bubbled around the latex.
Reyes growled her impatience, swapping to a new sheath and spearing Emily’s pussy with her unbelievable girth, the ties around Emily’s waist bouncing wildly.
"Try that shit on me next, slut—my fat knot’s gonna make you sing a different tune." Hellen claimed the ass, her endless battering ram stretching the ring anew, while Ivory and the handjob rotations piled on, arms pumping slick latex until more roars echoed.
The cycle reignited with brutal fervor—Ana’s growl triggering flip after flip. Emily babbled Reyes’s name under her industrial pounding, only for Hellen’s granite rumble to wrench ’Hellen!’ from her lips mid-thrust.
Ivory’s chili-scorched snarl yanked it back, then Ana growled again, resetting to her curve.
Each confession layered fresh ties. Ana’s another oad knotted around Emily’s waist tighter, overlapping Reyes’s; Hellen’s bloated sack lashed to an arm like a cuff; by the end of that round, thirty-five sloshing bulbs weighed her down—neck choked double-thick, thighs quaking under dual loads per leg, hair a dripping nest, waist cinched like a cum-belt that sloshed over her navel with every hip-snap.
Hours blurred into a haze of rotations, condoms always fresh-sheathed from the endless bedside stash, Emily’s voice hoarse from flip-flopping names under their growls—"Ana! Reyes! Hellen! Ivory!"—until she was little more than a sobbing, adorned fucktoy, body marked indelibly as theirs, no true favourite emerging amid the chaos.
Dawn crept in, the alphas finally slowing, panting and smug. "No ties, huh? Guess we’ll just keep you like this forever," Ana purred, flicking a jiggling bulb on Emily’s neck.
Emily’s flip-flopping confessions devolved into raw, guttural sobs under the relentless rotations, her body a trembling wreck adorned with fifteen sloshing, cum-swollen condoms.
They were tied taut around her neck like a double choker, cinched over her waist like a degrading belt, lashed to her quaking thighs in heavy pairs, cuffed around her slender arms, and woven cruelly into her sweat-matted hair like a perverse crown.
The latex bulbs jiggled and gurgled with every punishing thrust, their warm, viscous weight pulling at her flushed skin, amplifying the overload from her stretched holes and raw throat.
But as Ana’s curved, latex-sheathed cock hilted deep in her pussy one final time—her growl demanding yet another name flip—Emily shattered completely.
A piercing, heart-wrenching wail tore from her chest, louder than any moan or plea before, echoing off the bedroom walls like a siren’s final desperate cry.
"N-no more... please... I can’t... I’m so tired!" she sobbed uncontrollably, fat tears cascading down her crimson cheeks in rivers, her petite frame convulsing not from pleasure but utter exhaustion—muscles screaming, slick-drenched skin slick with sweat and drool, every nerve fried from hours of brutal use.
Her voice cracked into hiccupping gasps, body going limp beneath them, the tied condoms sloshing pathetically as she slumped face-first into the soaked pillows, chest heaving with ragged, broken breaths.
The alphas froze mid-thrust, their predatory growls cutting off abruptly. Ivory’s hips stilled first, her chili-heat pheromones softening as concern flickered in her demonic grin.
Reyes pulled out gently, her industrial girth slipping free with a wet pop, callused hands hovering protectively.
Ana’s lethal slits widened into worry, her curved length withdrawing as she cupped Emily’s tear-streaked face.
Hellen’s face softened, her endless cock easing out last, while the handjob rotations halted, fresh condoms dangling unused. The room’s oppressive rut haze lifted slightly, their towering forms shifting from dominance to care.
"Shit, baby girl... we pushed too far," Reyes murmured huskily, voice thick with regret as she began carefully untying the heaviest bulbs from Emily’s thighs, the sloshing sacks peeled away one by one and set aside on the nightstand like discarded trophies.
Ivory scooped Emily’s limp, adorned body into her strong arms, cradling her close against sweat-slicked muscle, murmuring soft praises—"Our perfect good girl, you took it all so well"—while Ana fetched warm cloths and water, dabbing gently at her raw skin.
Hellen massaged her cramped limbs, slowly as Emily continued crying. "I am sorry that I lost control."
They tucked her into fresh sheets, the alphas piling around her in a protective cocoon—bodies warm and grounding, hands stroking her hair, thighs, back with uncharacteristic tenderness.
"Rest now, princess—no more games tonight," Ivory purred, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "We will clean you up."
Hellen said, "We were too harsh on her. It shouldn’t have been like this." She feeling guilty looking at Emily’s unconscious figure.
"Yes, we should have controlled ourselves from losing our sense of reasoning. We knotted her more than she could take," Ana sighed.
"But I won, right?" Reyes asked. It was the question that was in everyone’s mind. They all wanted to win.
"Tch! I won!" Hellen yelled. She was the one who won, not the others.
"You? I fucked Emily in the best way possible. Look at the used condoms and then talk to me!" Ivory snarled.
Ana shook her head. "We will talk about this later. Let’s clean Emily first." She leaned a bit and began removing the used condoms from Emily’s hair.
Her words made them blush in shames as they looked at one another before following Ana’s suit and began to remove the used condoms.
