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come to crave. Raglan begins to thrust deeper, and I swear it reaches places even a cock has not before. It also moves in a sinuous pattern that has me crossing my eyes. My clit is still throbbing, and my whole channel becomes sensitized. I crest once again, pussy clenching in sweet, heady contractions that try to crush the thick intrusion fucking into me. He doesn’t stop, and my body keeps climbing higher and higher, wild fluttering contractions and shivers that wrack my whole body.

He stops, and shudders ripple through me as his monstrous tongue withdraws.

I pant, my chest rising and falling, trying to remember where I am and having no clue.

“Good girl,” Caden says. His lips nuzzle the side of my throat, sucking sharp little kisses that finally bring me to ground. Another hand cups my cheek, and my face is turned. Brook’s soft lips cover mine, his beard roughened face tickling my skin—we share gusty breaths around our tangling tongues.

“Nmmm…uh!” My lips break from Brook’s as something blunt that feels the size of a battering ram tries to bludgeon its way into my pussy.

Brook looks down the length of my body and chuckles. “Poor lass,” he says affectionately. “That’s going to be a tight fit. Maybe we should have rutted her first?” He turns to Caden for direction. I simultaneously try to squirm away and get a look for myself. I catch a glimpse of Raglan’s intense expression before Caden palms my throat and holds me to the bed.

“Nay, looking will not help you, lass,” Caden says. “More likely, it will traumatize you. Let your legs fall open,” he instructs. “Or Brook will have no choice but to spank your naughty pussy until you obey.”

“Nmmm!” My squeal is muffled as Brook claims my lips. My pussy body under the relentless pressure and the tip of Raglan’s cock surges in. My pussy flutters wildly, trying to suck the thick invasion in and thrust it out all at once.

“Fuck!” Raglan growls. “She has a pussy like a fucking vice! How is this fucking possible after all the rutting you have done?” He begins to thrust shallowly, pulling all the way out before forcing the tip back in, opening the entrance in a way I’m yet to decide is good or bad.

 “Grip him, lass, like we have taught you,” Caden says. “Then let yourself relax.” He backs this command up with a cruel pinch to my nipple, and my pussy instantly locks on Raglan’s fat cock.

Raglan growls, hips jerking to counter my tight muscles.

Having gripped him, I cannot seem to let go of the enticing fullness. Brook’s lips pop off, and he draws a gusty breath as he turns to watch Raglan’s attempts to rut me. Still pinned to the bed by Caden’s palm around my throat, all I can see is the enrapt expressions on Caden and Brook, and Raglan’s grim determination.

The pleasure grows, but it’s like a blockage, and no amount of thrusting will see him sink deeper. I begin to sob, sensing the bliss if only it could fill me, and yet, desperately worried that it will not go in.

Raglan tilts my ass, canting it so he can find a different angle, and wet squelching sounds soon ensue. He growls. I am absolutely drenched, but it does not seem to help.

“Good lass,” Caden encourages. “Just relax and let Raglan stretch your tight little pussy out.”

“You are not fucking helping,” Raglan growls. Taking my hips in big hands, and lifting my ass off the bed, plows deep.

I scream, my back arching off the bed.

Raglan

Her scream tips ice into my veins. My cock deflates under a genuine fear that I’ve broken the sweet Omega in my haste. No, she is not broke; the lass is merely coming. The blood that drained from my rod surges back so swiftly, I turn a little faint.

“Her fucking pussy is insatiable,” I mutter through gritted teeth.

Brook chuckles.

“Goddess, please!” Priya says. “I cannot take anymore.”

She gasps as Caden pinches her nipple. “She is often naughty about what she can and cannot take,” he says. “Look at how her hips are lifting, trying to entice you to rut her harder.”

My hips are moving of my own volition, and hers seem similarly afflicted, rising to meet every thrust, pussy clenching like it’s seeking to suck the seed from my balls. Now that I’m fully seated, the urge to thrust deeply into her gushing cunt is impossible to resist.

Brook reaches between her splayed thighs, rough fingers strumming her fat little clit. The little hood and folds are stretched obscenely as she takes my thick cock, leaving the little bud nowhere to hide. “Good girl,” Brook says. “Come as often as you need to. It will help your little pussy to better open up.”

She flutters around me constantly. My plowing of her cunt grinds Brook’s fingers against her little clit. I grit my teeth and steel myself to keep my rutting slow and steady, for I want this to last.

“Fuck,” Brook mutters. “Look how her little clit has swollen. I’ve never seen it so fat. Is it sensitive?” he asks her, strumming it without mercy.

Her answer is a garbled groan, for she is coming again. The lass does not stop. My fingers bite deep into the flesh of her hips, itching to spring claws that I might better grip. Sweat bathes my body and my knot swells. I have never penetrated a lass with it, and the sensation of it passing back and forth across her slick entrance is the highest form of rapture. Neck arched, I desperately want to shift to the half-beast form.

I cannot hold off my climax; to try is to court the danger of losing control.

Pushing the knot in and out past her rigid muscles consumes me. The base of my spine itches with the need to come and the need to shift. The pleasure becomes maddening. It is only the understanding that she cannot take my shifted cock for the first time outside