Page 24 of For All My Effort
The words asking for help were lost in the cloudiness of my mind, in the thickness of my tongue. I whined, the sound begging for help and making all four of my mates growl.
Under me, I felt hands move my legs so rather than my knees on the mattress floor, my feet were. It spread my hips wide, like the most intense squat, and the presence of my mate inside me only became stronger—fuller. Hands grabbed my wrists and moved them from my mate’s chest to his stomach, better supporting my position.
Then I felt it, his hands on my ass, helping to raise me up and drop me back down. I immediately figured it out, using my thighs and hips to bounce on top of him.
Someone grabbed my neck, turning my face toward lips demanding a kiss. Their apple scent and thickness immediately told me who it was.
Against my first alpha’s lips I begged my mate under me to knot me. No matter how good he felt inside me, my ultimate goal wasn’t to get fucked—it was to milk my mates’ cocks for all of their cum.
“Please knot me, alpha. Please, I want you to fill me with your cum.”
I felt the vibration of my mate’s groan under my hands. Tearing my mouth away from my first mate, I leaned over so I could kiss my alpha under me, needing him closer to his climax.
He opened his mouth for me, letting me explore and tease my tongue against his. Together, our pace started to become brutal, his hands helping to slam me down against him as he thrusted up into me.
Slick poured from me, running down my mate’s hips as my body made more in preparation for his knot. Someone was catching just enough to wet the tip of their finger and press it against my clit.
I screamed in pleasure, just that little bit of pressure enough that my body wanted to come but held back until my mate started knotting me.
My head fell onto his chest as I continued to sink harder onto him. Words that I hoped were pleas came pouring past my lips until he finally moved his hands toward my hips and held me down, his knot forming.
The pleasure had my climax shattering me until I was more a lump of bones and muscles and nerves than an actual conscious person.
I was heaving in air, trying to remember how to breathe as I rested on top of my mate. Each pulse from his cock had my inner muscles tensing to keep as much cum inside me as possible.
Hands ran over my thighs, rubbing them and moving my legs so my knees were back down on the floor. I sighed, feeling completely comfortable and safe in that moment. My eyelids fluttered shut as I inhaled the tropical scent. Mixed with arousal, it was basically sex on the beach.
More time passed as I waited for my mate to finish filling me with his cum. I wanted to trace my fingers down his chest and stomach, but just the thought of moving my arms or even my fingers, felt like too much.
Eventually, the knot inside me was shrinking, the mixed cum from our arousal making me sad as it dripped out from my core.
I barely had time to mourn the loss of another knot when my body warned me it wouldn’t allow me enough time to do anything but find another cock to mount. My lower abdomen clenched in a small cramp, reminding me of my body’s demands.
“Knot,” I demanded.
Before I could position myself back on my mate’s cock again, I was lifted off, the scent of pumpkin keeping me calm and arousing my excitement. My mouth began to water, like it was excited for a taste of something to come.
“You’ll get your knot, omega,” the alpha behind me said.
We were both on our knees, my alpha positioned behind me. He wrapped one arm around my hips and the other around my chest, keeping me pinned against him. His mouth came down to plant kisses against my neck and shoulder until I went pliant in his grasp.
Someone traced a finger along my cheek, and I snapped my head up, not knowing when I relaxed it against my mate’s shoulder. There was a dull ache coming from there and I ignored it. Nothing would hurt more than the cramps if I didn’t get knotted soon.
The scent of berries was in front of me, their mix of sweet and sour already burning my cheeks with the delicious flavor.
“Want to taste me, omega?” my alpha asked.
Yes. I lunged for him, desperate for a taste but was stopped by the alpha still pinning me against him. “Patience, omega.”
I whimpered.
“Yes. Now, do as you’re told. Get on all fours and open your mouth for your alpha. Tongue out.”
His words were hard to fully understand, yet my body seemed to move of its own accord. This time, rather than lowering my chest to the ground, I stayed up on the palms of my hands. Even though my knees remained on the floor, I spread them a few more inches apart so my mate behind me could easily press against me.
As soon as I stuck my tongue out, I tasted the precum leaking from my mate’s cock. It was so delicious, like someone had blended up a bunch of different berries and I was able to drink it down.
I licked at the head, demanding more of the taste.