I heard the words Markus just said to me, but my brain is struggling to process them.
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Syra writhes and clutches at the furs while the two alphas share her body between them.
As for myself, I continue to circle the nest, watching every twitch and tremor with a keen eye. What the young alphas lack in experience, they make up for with their fervor, and I can tell by the changes in the omega’s scent that her body is well pleased by the way they are using her. They fuck her deep, and they fuck her well, and when the time comes, they give her two more big helpings of their alpha seed, simultaneously, and from both ends. “Well done,” I say as they both pull out of her. I motion the two younger alphas aside and kneel between the omega’s open thighs. The scent from her thoroughly ravaged pussy hits me full in the face, and it sends a surge of arousal rushing through me so hard it almost bowls me over. I stare for a moment, admiring her beauty. Then I wet my middle finger and thrust it into her seed-filled hole. “Thorus!” she gasps. “Don’t do that! It’s dirty!” I silence her with a low growl. “Quiet, omega. As long as you’re living here in my cave, your pussy is my property, and I will do with it as I please. I will not have you referring to it as dirty. It is the sweetest, most precious pussy I have ever seen.” I slide a second finger into her, and she moans softly as even more seed leaks out. Then I spread my two fingers slightly, stretching her entrance. I am not fingering her solely for my own enjoyment. I need to check if she is prepared to accept my cock. Both Markus and Brik are well endowed, even for alphas, but I’m bigger than both of them, and my knot is even bigger still. Syra managed to handle Markus’ knot this morning, but I want to see if she is ready to handle my knot now, because I fully intend to give it to her. I’m pleased by what I feel. The younger alphas have prepared her well. Her cunt is thoroughly gaped, and nicely lubricated. She is ready to accommodate my greater girth and larger knot. I slide my two fingers out of her, dripping with cum and slick, and I hold them up to her face. “Clean them, omega.” I haven’t even finished issuing the command before she wraps her lips around my fingers and starts to suck them clean, growling hungrily like a starving animal. “How does that taste?” “It tastes good,” she whispers, glancing at the two young alphas in turn. “It tastes like all three of us mixed together--me and Markus and Brik--but...” Her eyes lower to my groin. “I want to taste you too, Thorus.” It's a wonder my cock doesn’t rip right through the front of my loincloth. “And so you shall,” I purr. I stand and unfasten the knot at the side of my loincloth, then I let the garment fall to the ground at my feet. As my hard cock springs free from its imprisonment, a wave of relief washes over me, the likes of which I have never known. I look at Syra's face to gauge her reaction. Her eyes are focused on my exposed erection, and the numerous piercings which adorn it. Her lips are rounded in a circle of surprise. “Oh,” she gasps. “Oh my...” I race through the darkness, a shadow among shadows. My feet are as soft as whispers against the forest floor. My senses are as sharp as the point of the spear I hold in my hands. Silvered shafts of moonlight penetrate through the branches above me. The warm air is laden with the rich smell of humus and the bitter scent markings of the wolves who roam this territory. Somewhere nearby, a night owl sings a hooting song. He is a hunter, like me.
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