Page 71 of Ruined Omega

Baen is coming inside me, raw and unprotected. He’s breeding me, and I’m taking it like the filthy little omega that I am.

After a few more spurts, Tal shoves Baen off. The young Alpha’s dick slips out of me with a wet sound, and a river of hot semen spills out of my hole, mixing with the mud between my legs.

“My turn,” Tal grunts.

My body is weak and limp from coming. Tal lifts me, manhandling me like a rag doll. He shoves me forward, forcing me onto my hands and knees. He smacks my ass hard and I squeal.

“Good omega,” he growls approvingly.

The sound of Tal’s voice sends more goosebumps prickling over my soiled skin. His huge hands smooth over my back, smearing me with slippery mud. His thumbs trace the channel of my spine. I feel his teeth sharp and hard on my shoulder.

His thick, hard cock slides into my wet pussy, lubricated with the residue of Baen’s seed.

“Oh fuck!” I yelp as my pelvic muscles strain around his erection.

Now I understand why Tal let Baen go first. He was letting him break me in. If Tal had tried to take me first, he would have hurt me. But now my opening has been stretched to accommodate his even greater girth.

“Does that feel good, little omega?” Tal growls as he pounds into me. “Is this what you need?”

“Mm-hm,” I whine, unable to form real words.

My head drops. My hair sweeps the mud with each jolt of my body. My arms give out, and I collapse forward, but I keep my ass raised high like an offering.

It is an offering that Tal gladly accepts.

His pelvis slams against me. The cage fills with the smack of flesh on muddy flesh.

“Don’t be selfish, Tal,” a voice growls.

I look up to see Canaris standing over me. His hard dick is wrapped in his massive fist, and he’s jerking himself slowly. A long, syrupy string of precum leaks from his tip and drools over the steel cross-bar piercing on the underside of his cockhead. His eyes are wild with lust.

Tal answer with a series of grunts matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Wait. Your. Turn. Canaris.”

Canaris’s face darkens, and I get the sense that the temporary truce between the Alphas is starting to crumble. Maybe it’s the intensity of my heat. Or maybe it’s the fact that Canaris has been locked away in this cage for so long.

Whatever the reason, his patience has run out.

“No,” he growls. “Gotta share, Tal.

With his muddy foot, Canaris shoves Tal’s shoulder. Tal loses his balance and topples backward into the mud. His fingers clutch possessively at my hips, and I am pulled backward too, so that I end up sprawled on top of him, facing the sky with his dick still buried deep.

“Fuck,” Tal grunts. “Canaris, what the fuck are you doing?”

“Ours,” Canaris growls. “Gotta share what’s ours.”

His voice is distant and dreamy. He is lost in the rut. His rational mind has been forced into submission by his primal impulses.

Canaris has one thing on his mind.

With a feral sound he pounces on top of me, sandwiching my body between his and Tal’s. His pierced cockhead rubs against the exterior of my already filled pussy.

“Ours…“

“Canaris, what the fuck? No!”

Tal’s words fall on deaf ears. Canaris spits onto his palm, slathers the thick saliva over his plump, pierced head, and then starts to nudge his hard dick insistently against the edge of my stretched hole.