Chapter 5

5

My heat lasts for three days, and they take turns breeding me. They keep me knotted and sated and fill my womb as long as it remains open. I'm so comfortable with their beastly forms now that it takes me by surprise when I wake up one morning and find them in human skin, cuddling me from all sides like they did on my first morning here.

Even after my heat, I crave them in me. More than ever.

I lie on the bed, and they hold my legs open. They use their fingers to pull on my rim, widening it.

"We need to stretch your hole, omega."

It hurts, but my pleasure far eclipses the pain. Hale and Wyot lie by my sides, and they have their fingers in me. Two or three fingers each? I can't tell.

"Push, little omega."

Grunting, I obey. I bear down, and they pull. A wave of tingles spreads from my hole, and I moan.

"That's it. Push again."

After the strain comes lovely relief, the more open I am the better.

Graeme slides his cock into me alongside their fingers. His cockhead presses against the mouth to my womb. He gently thrusts, and I'm so swollen and sensitive, I come.

As my climax rages through me, my alphas widen my hole further.

Then I'm cradled in Graeme's embrace, my back to his chest, his dick deep in me.

Wyot pulls on my rim with two fingers, making space for himself before he slides his cockhead in.

Maybe it hurts, but I'm so full of lust and greed, I beg them to fill me more and deeper.

They do. Oh, they do.

Two girthy dicks shuttle in and out of me, my ass squelching and slobbering, and I whine with each thrust. They pull on my nipples, milking me as they fuck me.

Hale kneels by my head and cups my nape. Feverish, I mouth his cockhead and eat his seed. I imagine it gives me strength and maybe it does, because I come harder as it slides into my stomach.

This time, my alphas don't come into my hole.

Instead, Hale takes their place between my legs and pushes his entire fist into my slack hole. My other two alphas hold my head and neck and offer me their slick-covered cocks. I lick and kiss them, and they stroke themselves until their cum pours into my mouth. They make sure I eat it all.

Hale thrusts deeper with his hand. A sudden pressure in my core makes me bow and wail. He found the gate to my womb with his fingers, and he's pressing into it.

"The inner mouth is swollen and sealed. We've bred him good. He's pregnant."

"We'll make your hole big, our treasure, and you'll give birth to our sons."

I nod eagerly, even as I tremble in the throes of my climax. They hold me down and suck my milk while Hale fucks me with his fist until I'm so loose, I won't be able to close my legs.

The next morning, they fist me again. I grunt and mewl as they thrust their hands into me, in and out all the way, until a seizure-like orgasm takes over my body and mind.

They fuck me with their fists and feed me their cum every morning and every night. My hole is always leaking slick, the rim squishy and slack. My tits have grown bigger than ever before, dripping milk, and my belly is rounded already.

The bite marks have healed, turning into silver crescents like a necklace around the base of my throat.

A week after my heat, I notice two darkened spots on my chest, a few inches below my nipples. They itch, and I rub at them, worried. But Hale smiles when he notices.

"Shh, omega. All is well. You'll give us many babies. Your body is preparing."

He licks the spots and suckles on them while Graeme and Wyot suck my milk. The itching stops, but the small spots grow bigger the next day. My alphas suck on them, and it feels so good, I beg them to fuck me.

The following morning, the twin flecks have grown into small nubs, and two more spots have formed under them.

Before they go hunting, my alphas take care of me, fisting me and emptying my tits. They suckle on the nubs on my torso, and it soothes the itching.

Hale stays with me today. We groom the horses and clean the house together. My stomach is growing fast, faster than if I were pregnant with a human child, and I get tired soon.

My oldest alpha lets me rest as he cooks dinner for all of us. When the soup simmers on the stove, he cradles me in his lap and sings for me. But I get fidgety. My chest itches again.

Hale rucks up my tunic and pinches the nubs on my torso. They've gotten bigger, and I understand now what they are.

"How many babies are in my belly?" I whisper. My body is changing so fast that I'm a little scared.

"We don't know. More than one, fewer than seven. What are you afraid of, my love?"

"Will it hurt to give birth to them? Will I have enough milk to feed them all? How will I raise them? Will I have the strength?"

My heart is beating fast, and Hale hugs me tight to his chest and strokes my growing nipples.

"When you go into labor, you'll feel pain but pleasure, too. And you'll have plenty of milk. You've been nursing three grown men for weeks. You'll have enough for our young. We'll protect you, and we'll raise our sons together. You don't have to worry. You're our treasure. We won't allow any harm to come to you."

Winter has come and gone, and soon, I'll give birth to my babies.

My lycan mates have bred me so thoroughly, they've turned me into an animal, but I've never been so happy.

Six big teats adorn my chest, plump and full of milk. I can nurse my alphas from all six, and when they suckle on them and milk them with their hands, I can come from it even though my hole is empty and cock untouched. I've learned to adore the strange pleasure. It feels forbidden, wrong, but oh-so-delightful.

My stomach is enormous and grows bigger every day, and I have to sleep on my side. My mates hold me during the night so I can lean on them.

Carrying their young makes me horny. I'm proud of myself that I can easily take two cocks or a fist several times a day, and even when pregnant and tired, I can satisfy my alphas. Their eyes glow with possessive lust when they look at my swollen teats and round belly.

When the first cramp seizes my core in the evening on the first day of spring, I smile with joy.

Graeme and Wyot hold my legs open as I push. My teats leak milk, and they lick it. With every tightening in my middle, my cock pulsates, spitting cum. My ass feels like it'll burst, but even as I wail with pain, dark, delicious pleasure spills into my limbs.

My first son is born into Hale's hands. He's tiny but breathtakingly beautiful. His amber eyes glow like his fathers'.

I'm not allowed to admire him because my stomach tenses with another cramp. My hole is stretched around my second son, and when I bear down, the amazing pressure makes me come.

I lose myself in the sensations, delirious from ecstasy and pain. I won't remember much from the following few hours.

I give birth to five sons.

They're smaller than human babies, but their eyes are sharp and aware. They're strong, crawling already. They squirm and whimper, searching for my teats like puppies. Surrounded by pillows, I lie on my back and nurse them all. Sweet relief fills my muscles when my babies drink my milk.

My mates praise me and tell me how proud they are of me. They wash me, feed me, massage my limbs, and soothe every little discomfort.

For the next few weeks, all I do is nurse our sons and sleep. Every day, when my babies are fed and calm, one of my mates takes me outside for a walk and a fuck on a meadow or against a tree. I've healed quickly, and I need my alphas so I can sleep at night.

If I ever thought that they would neglect me once I've given them the young they craved, I was wrong. My monsters guard me and take care of me with tenderness.

I'll give them as many sons as they want, and I'll forever be their treasure.

THE END