Page 23 of For All My Effort

Guava, sweet and airy, the perfect concoction for relieving any stress.

Pumpkin, spiced with cinnamon, a comfort equivalent to being calm and safe and free.

Berries, a mix of so many, sweet and tart and diverse yet completely mouthwatering.

Just the scents of all my mates nearby had even more slick leaking from me. My stomach cramped again, this time more painfully than before. It eased slightly when I felt one of my mates pull me tight against their body, his hand sliding down to rest on my lower abdomen.

I groaned at the tease. I wanted him inside me.

Attempting to scramble off his lap, I pressed my chest against the floor’s mattress, lifting my hips so high that I could feel the deep curve of my spine to accommodate the position. I was ready to be fucked. My nest was made and safe. All my mates were inside. And I was presenting like a good omega.

Against the back of my thighs, I felt my first alpha press against me. Even without my nose telling me it was him, I knew he’d demand the first rutting in my heat.

His hand ran down my spine, admiring my position for him. I felt his hands wrap around my hips, squeezing like he was trying to get his fingers to touch all the way around me. This waiting was killing me. More slick was leaking out of me, and I could feel the tell-tale signs of another heat cramp wanting to begin again.

I tried wiggling my hips, whimpering, anything to get him to act, to stop hesitating. If he was demanding anything, I couldn’t hear it. My ears felt stuffed, my thoughts only existing about my mates, and my body internally weeping for the pleasure I knew would come from my mates.

Whatever was holding him back, he finally aligned the head of his cock with my entrance and shoved his way in, not stopping until he was fully inside me.

I clawed at the bedding, loving the feeling of complete fullness from my mate.

He didn’t hesitate, leaning over me so I felt his stomach flush against my back, one of his hands releasing my hip to hold my nape down, and then he started thrusting into me.

His cock was so large, it took effort for him to push inside me. I did my best to push back against him, adding to the friction and the force of the pleasure.

Now that he was inside me, I needed more. Needed him to come. To knot me.

Pleas were falling from my lips. I clenched my internal muscles to try and force his cock to come inside me.

The hand around my nape tightened, not squeezing my breath, just letting me know that he was feeling his own pleasure. A smile pulled at my lips, loving that my alpha was enjoying himself.

A loud smack followed by heat on my ass had me groaning. There was no pain, only pleasure. Again and again, I felt a hand come down on my cheeks until my mate groaned, rutting into me without any hesitation.

I was so close to an orgasm, my body naturally holding it off until he finally pressed into me again, his knot expanding inside me, and I exploded over the edge, pure bliss reaching every muscle in my body and wrapping around my entire being.

Stuffed inside my pussy, I could feel each jerk from my mate’s member, each flood of his cum.

My body relaxed, no longer primed to beg and plead, temporarily content to feel locked against my mate. His knot made his cock even larger, swelling against the walls of my inner being and pressing until there was nowhere else for him to go. We were linked, bound to each other for this temporary blissful moment.

He turned us so we laid on our sides. Another of my mates came to my front, his guava scent barely registering as he pressed in close. I was surprised that my first alpha let my other mate near while I was still on his knot, but I loved having more of my mates close.

A slight rumbling came from my own chest, pleased that I was surrounded, bound, and blissed. I fell asleep, content to let my mates watch over me as I was stuck on my alpha’s cock.

Sometime later, my body started to ache again, letting me know that my mate’s knot was about to loosen, and I would need to take another. I grabbed at the alpha in front of me, kissing him in preparation for his knot next.

When I reached down to feel his length, something caught my attention. I forced my eyes open, staring down at my alpha’s dick and trying to figure out what was different. A piece of something was attached to the tip and the under part of his mushroom shaped head.

My fingers carefully traced over each round piece, and my mate groaned. I almost pulled my hand away, worried I’d hurt my mate until his scent hit me—full of arousal and amusement. He liked this.

I wiggled away from my first alpha, ignoring the rush of cum that leaked from me as I pulled off his knot completely. He was still hard, his length wet from our mixed arousals and pressing against my cheeks.

This new alpha pulled me until I was on top of him, my legs spread on either side of him. Leaning forward, I rested one hand against his chest, feeling his heart pound under my fingers, and the other I reached in between my legs, helping to guide my entrance onto his considerable length.

Each inch I lowered myself down, it was—I felt the two round pieces inside me, pressing against my inner walls like a goddamn internal massage. I whimpered, unable to explain how good he felt.

My mate wasn’t as large as my first alpha, but those pieces on his dick made his length just as fun to take.

As soon as he was all the way inside me, I squirmed, trying to figure out the best way to move. My knees were spread wide on either side of his body, just barely reaching the mattress. I couldn’t put enough force down to ride him like I wanted.