Chapter 20 Thorus

Ready is an understatement.

I fear I may have gone too far with Syra's punishment, and now I don't know if three alphas are going to be enough to satisfy the heat that is burning inside her. But I also know I'm not about to leave this cave to find a fourth male. Fuck that. I'm willing to share her, but only within reason. It's up to me and my two companions to give this little omega what she needs. If we can't do it, nobody can.

I look at Brik and Markus. The two younger alphas certainly seem up to the task—literally. Their cocks are hard and ready to serve their omega, and mine is too—so hard it fucking hurts, in fact. As the oldest male in the cave, it is my right to fuck the omega first, but I'm not going to do that.

I'm going to let the youngbloods break her in for me.

I scoop Syra off my lap and lay her down on her back in the middle of the nest she created from our supply of furs. When she gazes up at me, the light from the fire catches her eyes, and I see how dilated her pupils have become, two black holes of desire rimmed with the thinnest touch of jade green. Her whole body is trembling with lust. Her legs fall open, revealing her wet pink cunt, swollen and dripping with arousal. Her slick makes a mess on the furs beneath her, but I don't care. That mess is going to get a whole lot bigger by the time we three alphas are done with her. I'm just glad we have plenty of waterskins on hand. We're going to need all of them to keep our little omega hydrated throughout the long mating to come.

I take a step back from the nest and turn toward the two young alphas.

"Well? What are you two waiting for?"

They both look at me for a moment, totally astonished, like they don't know what to do. Then they both move toward the nest at the same time. They growl and try to shove each other out of the way, and I'm forced to step in and separate them again.

"Cut it out," I snarl. "This isn't about you; it's about the omega, and there's plenty of her to go around."

The two males nod, but I can still see the fire of jealousy burning in their eyes. I'm going to have to direct things, at least until they've figured out how to share.

"Brik, lie down there beside the omega." I gesture toward the nest. "Markus, you lie down on that side."

The two young alphas move into the nest and take up their positions on either side of the omega, bracketing her supine body with their own. Instantly and simultaneously, her hands go to their hard shafts, and she begins tugging on them furiously. Instinctively, the alphas begin to thrust their hips, fucking her hands with their cocks.

"Easy, little one," I purr. "You're going to make them come all over you if you keep that up."

Syra knits her brow and gives me a look that almost makes me unload inside my loincloth.

"But they're so big and hard," she whines, "and it feels so good to touch them."

"It's going to feel even better when they put those big hard cocks inside you," I tell her. "But first we need to prepare your sweet little pussy to get fucked."

That's not entirely true. Her pussy is already dripping wet and ready to be plowed by multiple males. But if we start mating her right away, she's liable to wear the three of us out. I want to wring at least a couple of climaxes out of her body before she takes her first dick.

At the moment, however, the two young alphas are more concerned with her breasts than her pussy. That's probably because her breasts are easier to share, since she has one for both of them. Brik is squeezing one of her breasts and staring at it like it's the most amazing thing he's ever seen. Markus, meanwhile, is sucking hungrily on the other one.

"Markus," I say. "Be a good lad and reach down between the omega's legs. I want you to pull back her hood."

Without releasing Syra's breast, Markus complies with my command. I watch as he strokes his hand along the inside of her thigh until he reaches her center. He finds her clitoris and gently peels back her little cowl of skin, exposing the ripe pink berry beneath.

"Good," I say. "Now you, Brik. I want you to reach down there and touch Syra's clitoris. Gently now, gently. She's going to be extremely sensitive down there."

That's another understatement.

As soon as Brik's fingertip makes contact with her taut nub, the omega lets out a loud, trembling howl, and her whole body shudders as a climax rushes through her. I lean in and press my hands against her thighs, keeping her legs spread and her hips more or less pinned in place.

"Keep it up, lad," I tell Brik. "Don't stop until you've made her come three more times."

As it turns out, it's a little difficult to keep a tally. The omega's orgasms all seem to blur one into the next, and I can't tell if Brik has given her three separate orgasms or one very long one. When I see her eyes start to roll back in her head, I tell him to stop. Syra lies back in her nest, naked, panting, and soaked with sweat.

"She needs water. Markus, fetch a skin."

The young alpha brings back a waterskin and tilts it over her mouth while Brik cradles her head in one of his hands. She drinks thirstily, letting the crystalline liquid spill down her chin and onto her heaving chest. At last, she falls back on the furs gasping for air.

"More," she breathes. "More…"

"Do you need more water?" Markus asks.

"No…" She grabs both young alphas by the cocks again and squeezes them hard. "More."

"Don't worry," I tell her. "You'll have those cocks inside you soon enough, omega. But we're not quite finished preparing you yet. Brik, Markus, reach down there again and spread her lips for me."

The two young alphas work together, each taking a side, and they open the omega's labia for me, giving me a perfect view of her soft, pink center. Her wetness glistens in the shifting light from the fire. Her entrance beckons.

The scent is incredible.

I stroke her until my fingertip is moistened with her slick. Then I drive my finger into her as deep as it will go. The omega tosses her head back and grips the other two alphas' cocks so hard her knuckles turn white.

"Oh Source!" she screams. "Thorus!"

I withdraw slightly, until I find that tender place on her front wall, then I stroke her there mercilessly until her tight channel begins to squeeze around me.

"Does that feel good, little one?"

"Yes!" she whines. "Thorus, it feels so good…"

"Do you want to come?"

"Yes! I want to come so bad."

"Then do it. Come for me, Syra. Come like a good little omega."

Her obedience pleases me. She comes long, and she comes hard, writhing and shuddering in her nest while the other two alphas kiss her breasts and suck on her nipples. I make her come until she begs me to stop, and then I make her come some more, just to make sure she understands who's in charge here. This is my fucking cave, and she belongs to me now. Me and the other two alphas.

She is ours to toy with as we see fit. Ours to punish and to pleasure. Ours to dominate and to worship.

Ours to fuck.

When I finally slide my finger out of her, her eyes and her cunt are both weeping. She lies in her nest, mewling softly, seemingly unable to form a coherent sentence. She has been reduced to a quivering puddle of hot pleasure, and we haven't even gotten started with her yet.

"Markus, more water."

The alpha picks up the waterskin and empties the rest of it into the omega's open mouth.

"Drink deep, little one," I tell her.

She's going to need it. She's about to get fucked by three alphas, one after the other, and by the time we're finished with her, she's going to feel half dead from exhaustion.

"Brik." I say. "You're up first. Mount up and give this little omega your cock."

"Yes, sir!"

I glance over at Markus. The young alpha is clearly unsettled. He and Brik did a good job of sharing the omega just now, but I can sense his jealousy flaring up again.

"Don't think I'm playing favorites," I tell him. "You've already had a chance to feel the grip of Syra's sweet cunt this morning. It's only fair that Brik should have her first now. You'll have your chance to fuck her too, lad. More than once before it's all said and done."

He nods. "I understand. Whatever Syra needs. She's the only thing that matters."

Good lad. He may have broken the laws of the Tribe by abandoning his pack, but he is upholding the Golden Rule of the Zone. An omega's needs come before all else. It is an alpha's duty to protect his omega, to support her, and to fuck her hard and deep when she's in the throes of her estrus.

A soft cry grabs my attention.

Brik is following my order and mounting the omega in her nest. He has already breached her entrance with her tip, and now he is slowly sinking his shaft into her, inch by throbbing inch. When he is all the way in, I place my hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

"Sir?" he asks, his voice quavering with pleasure.

"Listen, Brik, and listen well. I want you to fuck this omega, and I want you to come inside her." I raise a finger in warning. "However, you mustn't knot her."

"But—"

"Listen!" I bark. "This omega is in heat, son. She needs our seed, and she needs us to pump as much of it into her as we can, as quickly as possible. We can't be sitting here for hours on end waiting for your knot to release. Fuck her. Seed her. But don't knot her."

"Yes sir," Brik answers. "For the omega."

"For the omega," I agree.

I move back and let him get to it. With his cock still buried hilt deep between Syra's trembling legs, he leans down and claims her mouth in a kiss. Then he begins to move inside her, sliding his cock in and out of her body with slow, deep strokes. The omega moans beneath him and clutches at the muscles of his arms.

"Does that feel good, little one?" I ask her.

She turns her head and gives me another one of those looks that almost makes me empty my balls inside my loincloth.

"Yes," she murmurs, as if in a dream. "It feels so good. He's so deep inside me."

She turns her attention back to the alpha who is on top of her, and she looks deeply into his eyes.

"Brik, you're so deep inside me," she whispers. "Your cock is so deep inside my pussy. And your piercing, it—oh!

Her words get lost in a series of loud moans, but it's not difficult to figure out what her opinion is of Brik's piercing. The kid has a metal stud through the top side of his crown, and it's in a perfect position to stroke Syra's hotspot every time he thrusts. He's already starting to make her come again, and that's good, but what she really needs is seed, and lots of it.

I don't rush him, though. The kid has been with omegas before, on those rare occasions when we return to the Central Ruins to report our rangings to the Council. But this is his first time mating with an omega in heat. It's only fair to let him enjoy the experience.

I turn to Markus to see how he is taking this.

His face is serious, but I can see the turmoil behind his eyes. He's known Syra for a long time, and he's probably had a crush on her since they were kids. Hell, he even stalked her for the past four years. He wants what's best for her, and he knows what is required to get her through her heat, but he wishes he could be the one on top of her right now, making her scream and moan with every thrust of his cock. He'll get his turn with her soon enough.

And he can also be of use now.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" I ask him. "Syra needs your cock, lad. Aren't you going to give it to her?"

He gives me a perplexed look.

"But Brik—"

"Brik is currently ravaging the omega's sweet little cunt, but there's more than one way to fuck an omega in heat. Sure, your seed will do more good if you spill it between her legs, but spilling it into her mouth is almost as effective."

His eyes grow wider, and his cock seems to grow even harder and longer.

"You mean…?"

I nod. "You saw how she was gulping down that water a moment ago. The little omega is parched. Help slake her thirst."

The young alpha does not need any more encouragement than that. He moves into the nest, and I am pleased to see that Brik does not challenge him.

Markus leans down and kisses Syra on the lips.

"Are you feeling better?" he asks her.

"Yes, but…" She takes hold of his hard cock and begins to stroke. "I need you too."

The omega opens her mouth, and he fills it with his cock. Then he begins to thrust, fucking her face with the same slow, steady rhythm Brik is using on her cunt. I watch, pleased at the way the two young alphas are cooperating to satisfy the omega's needs.

Instinctively, they both begin to purr, soothing their omega with their voices even as they dominate her with their hard cocks.

I rise, and circle the nest, observing the mating from every angle. The sight of Syra's doubly penetrated body, and the sound of her muffled moans of pleasure make my dick swell with desire.

Gradually, the tempo of their mating becomes faster. The moans become frantic, the purring turns to growls. Muscles tense in the firelight. Sweat runs in rivulets over smooth naked skin.

They are getting close.

"Remember what I told you," I remind my protege. "No knot, only seed."

"Yes sir," Brik grunts, as if in pain.

He slides his cock partway out of the omega's pussy, and I see his knot expand outside her body, pressing against her vulva. A moment later, a spasm ripples through his body as he begins to unload inside her, filling her with his sticky fluid.

Syra moans softly as she joins him with a climax of her own, but the sound is muted by the other alpha's cock.

A moment later, Markus comes too. His knot balloons against Syra's circled lips, and his cock pulsates as he releases inside her mouth. She makes a valiant effort to swallow all of it, but at last she has to draw back to catch her breath, and few final ropes mark her face and throat.

"Oh fuck," Markus groans as he finishes coming. "Fuck, that felt good."

"I hope you haven't spent yourself completely," I say. "This omega is going to need more seed than that. A lot more."

The young alpha faces me with a defiant glare.

"I can come all night long if I have to."

He will have to, but I don't tell him that. Instead, I tell him to switch positions with Brik, which he gladly does. There is a squelch of seed as he enters the omega's well-used loins and starts to fuck her as deeply as his knotted shaft will allow, which, judging from her moans is plenty deep.

Meanwhile, Brik moves around beside her head and lets her clean his shaft with her tongue. Then he cradles her head in his hands and uses her mouth in the same way he just used her pussy a few moments before.

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 a second helping 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, flushing. "Don't do that! That'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 of her. 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 as far as alphas go, but I'm bigger than both of them, and my knot is even bigger still. Syra managed to handle Markus's 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 as well. She is ready to accommodate my larger cock and 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 has wrapped her lips around my fingers and starts to suck them clean, growling hungrily like a starving animal.

"How does that taste, little omega?"

"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 is a wonder that 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. 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 her lips are rounded in a circle of surprise.

"Oh," she gasps. "Oh my…"