Offered to the Triplet Alphas

[Xanthea]

The three of them withdrew from me.

They were triplets and almost looked alike, yet just like their fingerprints, all of them had their unique presence and scent. But to test me, they hid their presence, covered up their scent, and stopped talking. With the blindfold on, I didn't know how I would differentiate between the three of them.

As embarrassing as it was to sit with my legs wide open in front of them, I obeyed, hoping it would end soon.

There was complete silence and stillness in the room for a few minutes. From the change in the temperature to the growing heaviness in the room, I could feel it all in my burning skin. The bed dipped, and I prepared myself for the worse.

My breath quickened as I felt hands run over my legs. I tried to bring my thighs together, but the hands held them apart firmly.

I felt a broad palm on my chest and the next second; they pushed me down on the bed.

Fondling my inner thighs, he pressed his thumbs over my slit, unfurling my folds with the same gentleness as one caressed the petals of roses.

I covered my mouth with my hands, silencing a yelp as he pressed his tongue over my pussy and lazily lapped on my juices, making me feel every movement of his deft tongue and warm lips.

I felt two hands grasp my wrists and pinned them on the bed. One of them sucked my breast while groping the other. His fingers were sometimes gentle and sometimes rough, almost hurting.

I felt an ache crawl like electricity beneath my skin. I was so wrapped in his presence, I could barely breathe.

It was unbearable and painful to imagine being in the condition I was in right now. To have my body entrusted to them like it never belonged to me. The three of them played with it in all filthy manners, bringing out shameless and filthier reactions from my depths.

The fever building everywhere in my body rushed to one spot, my clitoris. Tantalizing charges flooded my body.

I felt the tongue withdraw from my slit.

From the rustle of the bedsheets, I knew they had changed positions.

"AH!" I shuddered in surprise, feeling the sting from the slap on my pussy spread. I bobbed on the bed as the torture on my clit continued. My legs trembled as the blood rushed between my legs more violently.

I threw back my head as he pressed the heel of his palm against my scorching clitoris. My every attempt to struggle died even before I could try.

Their breaths turn harsher. Seeing me in pain was probably turning them on even more.

But the pain I felt was strange. It sparked cravings within me. Strange cravings.

One of them grabbed my throat, sinking into my neck, biting all over my neckline and collarbone. My heart felt like it would explode any second.

My body was in a constant state of intense tension that kept building as he rolled his tongue around my swollen clitoris, sucking on it. My back arched against his face and my hips adjusted to the rhythm of the tongue that ravished my pussy. I had no idea what was happening to me or where my life would go after this. I was terrified, yet at that moment, all my thoughts seemed to have turned into a puddle.

I bit my lips to stop my moan. The least I could do was not embarrass myself more by making such disgusting noises.

I clenched my jaws.

All three of them were all over me. The entire experience was so overwhelming, I thought I was losing my mind. Something inside me was about to snap, and I was shocked at how desperately I longed for it to happen.

His tongue flicked over my clitoris before he bit it. He rubbed my folds, spreading my juices all over before slipping a finger inside me, and then he entered another finger.

"Ah!" I gasped, panting and moaning. Forgetting I had some shame to preserve.

My inside tightened around his long fingers as he stretched them and began thrusting inside me while his tongue played cruelly with my folds.

"Uh!" I cried as he entered a third finger. It hurt. My blindfold was now partially wet from my tears.

The fingers thrusted faster and faster inside me. I grabbed the bedsheets, taking broken breaths as I neared the climax.

"No! No please... stop... stop... ah! Uh! Oh god!" I cried.

He stopped. The emptiness inside me, the absence of his touch, felt like a torture now.

They changed positions again and this time, the one between my legs held my fingers and made me touch myself. He held my fingers and made it glide over my slit, smearing my juices all over my fingers and nails. Why? Just why was my body reacting so carnally?

I didn't want to touch myself.

He licked my fingers, sucking on them lustfully. He lifted my knee with one hand. His tongue leisurely ran from my knees to my inner thighs while he sucked and bit on my skin.

He went down on me, fucking me with his tongue.

I grabbed his hair. My toes curled up. My mouth hung open. A stream of stifled moans united with my shaky breaths. My eyes rolled back in my head. Orgasm exploded throughout my body. He finger fucked me roughly through my orgasm, thrusting roughly and even though it hurt, I didn't want it to stop.

My chest heaved incessantly. The high charged through my blood, dazing my mind.

The three of them withdrew from me again.

Ezra chuckled, "get up, little toy and take off your blindfold. Look at all the lovely mess you and your little pussy have made."

Still feeling high from the orgasm, I gathered myself and sat on the bed. I didn't want to look at myself. After what happened, I especially didn't want to look at them. An awkward restlessness built in my chest as I loosened the blindfold and pulled it off my eyes.

It took my eyes some time to adjust to the dim light of the room.

My heart dropped as my eyes went on the bedsheet, wet with my release.

The three of them sat on three arm chairs around the bed that gave a perfect and explicit view of me.

Heat crawled up my cheeks. I slowly crossed my hands over my chest, trying to look less naked and slutty.

It was better with the blindfold on because, without it, the weight of embarrassment buried me under their burning gazes.

They were all wearing night robes that exposed their chiseled torso, broad shoulders, and abs. My eyes zipped over the bulges in their pants. My insides flushed with heat again.

I didn't know why I was so entangled with my lust when I never had such overwhelming cravings before. Not even during my heats.

"Look at me," Asher commanded.

My heart thundered in my chest. Biting my lower lip, I blinked, raising my gaze to him.

"Who was the first one?" He asked.

I shut my eyes. I was so consumed by the three of them; I forgot I had to identify them. All their touches were still searing on my skin, but I wasn't sure.

"Answer quickly, omega. We don't have infinity to waste on you," Raven said impassively.

I let out a shaky breath and gulped hard. To get to my answer, I had to revisit the entire event once again. But with them staring at me so intently, I just couldn't concentrate.

The first made me feel highly conscious of myself, but he was comparatively gentler. Pain was all the second made me feel. A brazen pain. And the third made me touch myself as if he wanted me to accept my greed, my lust - my sin. I cautiously looked at Ezra, and he winked, running his tongue over his fingers.

I sneaked a glance at Raven, whose gaze was enough to degrade me and make me feel completely insignificant.

I was most comfortable when I looked into Asher's gray eyes. He held my gaze, sucking me into his mysterious and alluring semblance.

"Y-you..." I whispered with a quick gulp. "You were first, Alpha Asher."© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Go on," he said, analyzing me more carefully.

I dropped my gaze to the bedsheet.

"Alpha Raven... was second... and..." I lifted my gaze half-way to Ezra. "And Alpha Ezra was the last."

"Are you sure?" Asher asked, leaning forward.

I wasn't sure. It was based on the way I felt individually with the three of them, according to the less-than-one-day experience I had with them.

I nodded.

"You are a strange one, little toy," Ezra smirked. "You knew we'd fuck you the way we like if your answer's wrong, right?"

"Y-yes..." I blinked.

"And do you know how we like to fuck?" Ezra got up from his chair and walked near the bed. "You don't take turns while real fucking. We fill up all our bride's holes at once, tearing her apart."

I shuddered, feeling his aura bend me into submission. I crawled back on the bed as he crawled closer to me.

"You seemed to have enjoyed yourself while we went down on you. You grabbed my hair so tightly, I wanted to have your fingers wrapped all around my cock while I had my cock buried deep down your throat. Fuck, just imagining it is so thrilling." His deep growl sent chills down my spine. "So now... be a good girl and open your mouth..."

Tears shot into my eyes. Just imagining all that happening to me was scary.

My back rested against the headboard.

"Open your mouth and tell us how do you want us to fuck you?" Ezra said. It took a while for the meaning of his words to sink in.

I gulped hard and looked at Asher. He gave a curt nod.

"Speak before we change our mind to play by rules," Raven's harsh words cut through me.

My heart pounded in my chest as I chose my words.

"I... I... don't want-"

"Uh! Uh!" Ezra grabbed my jaws, stopping me in mid-sentence. "Before you say something stupid that enrages my brothers and they forget this game ever happened, let me warn you. We gave you a choice to choose how you'd like to be fucked. Because you are going to have sex with us, whether you want it or not. We didn't give you the choice to refuse us. Know your place, little toy."

Ezra's eyes darkened, his smile faded away, and I felt my bones turn cold.

I felt paralyzed under his gaze.

"Understood?" Ezra asked.

I nodded.

"Ezra," Asher called out. Ezra's dangerous aura instantly soothed down. He smiled again, sitting on the bed.

"So tell us, bride. We are getting really impatient in our pants, you know," Ezra chuckled.

Anxiety churned in my stomach as I contemplated my reply.

Just because I never expected love doesn't mean I didn't crave it. I knew I'd never be loved. No one loves an illegitimate child who is nothing but a weak omega.

"Love," I said, lowering my gaze. I clenched my fists. I had no way of making things better, so all I could do was try to stop it from getting worse. Biting back the embarrassment, I said. "I... want... you to make love to me like you'd to... to the woman you love and respect... to someone you'd never... hurt."