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The golden expanse of Erasmus' body lay picturesque upon their bed, his limbs tangled shyly with one finger curled against the bud of his pink lower lip.

He was nude, utterly natural and free of makeup, with light tan lines denoting the glorious, sundrenched days he spent in Patras, perhaps in repose next to a fountain, the soft breeze tickling his bronze cheeks, lifting his Patran-style chiton so its skirt daringly flashed his firm, toned ass and his plump pussy lips, already wet.

Laurent had a bitter, fleeting thought of how Erasmus had suppressed his natural coloring in his previous life, presenting pale and blonde to fit the preferences of... Laurent's now-husband.

Damen, for his part, did not seem disappointed by Erasmus' slightly altered appearance. No, in his liquid amber eyes was the rich tint of lust, tempered slightly by lingering guilt - the thought I could not protect you, nor myself , visible in some deep place he typically kept hidden.

This would not be Erasmus' first time being bedded since his rape in the Veretian gardens. He liked it now, he reassured them often. He thought it felt good. Felt like it should have on his First Night, with him wet and writhing with pleasure as his cunt stretched gloriously to take deep an alpha cock.

Damen did not strip immediately, as he often did before taking Laurent to bed. He liked to be fully naked during sex, though was perfectly amenable to simple unlaced pants or rucked up chitons in a pinch. If they were going to take their time, though, he would unlace Laurent inch by glorious inch. He would let Laurent take in the sensation of slowly losing layer after layer, until the silk undershirt was caressed over his swollen breasts with their peaked, pink nipples, until the underpants pooled at his ankles, and Damen put his hand on the inside of Laurent's thigh, thumb brushing the trembling, glistening pussy lips, already dripping in anticipation.

Laurent wondered, briefly, if he wished to stay clothed now to reassure him that there was a difference in the lovemaking between him and Laurent versus the lovemaking between him and Erasmus. That seemed uncharacteristically cruel, though, from someone who took pleasure, ultimately, in bringing pleasure to others.

"Laurent," Damen purred, "Will you please join us on the bed? It's lonely without you."

Erasmus nodded quickly, blinking huge, guileless brown eyes up at him. His hand spasmed out, as though grasping for Laurent, craving childlike comfort.

"Very well," Laurent managed a lopsided grin, "Attend me, Damen. And I'll attend him."

He nodded to Erasmus, who chewed on his curled index finger, thighs rubbing together in heated desire.

Laurent was sticky with sweat - he realized this as he sat upon the bed and Damen began unlacing him, his fingers brushing hot and firm against his back.

Erasmus rolled onto his back, his left hip brushing Laurent's right, naked where Laurent was clothed. Overcome with the sensation of being undressed in front of someone, even someone as sweetly innocent as Erasmus, his fingers trembled as he brushed them along Erasmus' forearms where he'd crossed them over his swollen omega breasts.

Is this shyness all part of the slave performance? Laurent wondered. Has he been trained to appear virginal, so that the master always seems to bring him newly into the throes of ecstasy no matter how many times they fuck?

Laurent gently nudged Erasmus' arms away, revealing his breasts, sweet little mounds with a fat, dusky bronze areola that extended nearly the whole diameter of them, inverted nipples still shyly hidden within. He brought a finger to the divot where Erasmus' nipple peeked out ever so slightly, coaxing it to hardness while Erasmus trembled, eyes wide, plump lips slack and glistening.

Damen tugged Laurent back from his task of teasing the other nipple, both fat buds now peeking out from the puffy slits of Erasmus' pebbled areola and round breasts, and pulled his shirt from his body as though he were a doll.

His own breasts exposed, Laurent fought the urge to cover them - he could not do that when he had just exposed Erasmus so tenderly. Instead, taking a deep, ragged breath, he brought Erasmus' hands to his own breasts, linking their fingers together to squeeze and caress in tandem.

They were not so large as a female omega's breasts, which he knew Damen loved so much. Still, they were fine, and soft, and Erasmus' would be perfect for their child to suckle on, perfect and swollen with milk when Damen finally, finally got him pregnant with their child.

Laurent could not do it. His line was tainted. The milk in his breasts would curdle, the child in his belly would rot, his family curse infecting it even if it did not appear so as it tore out of his destroyed, violated cunt-

With a shuddering gasp, Laurent ripped Erasmus' legs open, so quick Erasmus let out a jerking cry of alarm and fear. His hands flew to his face, as though he expected to be struck.

Damen's hand settled on Laurent's bare hip. In an instant, the tension drained from him - just a sudden shock of fear, nothing more. That would not happen. He would not carry this baby.

Laurent leaned over Erasmus, his hair curtaining one lovely bronze cheek, and kissed him apologetically. Erasmus' mouth opened, sweetly pliant, soft tongue and soft lips tasting like honey as he took Laurent's tongue inside his mouth and sucked it. Their tits brushed together, Laurent's nipples sliding alongside Erasmus,' sending little jolts of pleasure down his spine.

Erasmus did not close his legs. When Laurent pulled back, a saliva trail still linking his and Erasmus' tongue, he brushed his fingers against those pillowy pussy lips, taking in the coarse golden hair they nestled between, taking in the pinkness of Erasmus' clit peeking out between. Male omegas had smaller breasts, but they made up for it in clit size, thumb-wide and nearly always visible between the lips of their cunts.

Erasmus had a perfect little coin purse of a pussy, practically made to take in alpha cock. His pussy lips would fit like a mouth around the length of it, each thrust in and out like being licked by their glistening, wet softness. His clit would brush the cock too, sliding along it, bobbing innocently between his legs as though it were not being pleasured by cock alone.

Laurent licked his lips. He registered, faintly, that Damen had finished unlacing his pants. Cold air hit his cunt as Damen pulled them down, over his thighs, over his toes, until he was just as nude as Erasmus. 

He typically tried not to think about his own body beyond its physical conditioning. His own breasts, smaller than Erasmus - his muscle tone somewhere between omega and alpha. He tried not to think of his own hooded clit, not like Erasmus’, whose hood lay prettily nestled at the base of the red bud - his own pussy lips, somehow both more revealing than Erasmus’ and yet no smaller, his inner lips pink velvet curtains hiding his humiliatingly slack hole. 

His uncle said, once, near the end that they looked like that, all stretched out, because he was so used up, that his cunt would have grown in prettily if he hadn't been such a slut.

Even knowing it wasn't true, even now, Laurent couldn't-

He couldn't-

Erasmus took Laurent's hand in his. His eyes were huge, his pupils blown wide and ink black. He was so pretty, so earnest. He did not even ask why when the subject of him carrying their baby came up - Erasmus had simply sunk deep into prostration at Damen's feet and wept that he would consider it his greatest honor.

Damen's breath, behind them, betrayed his burning arousal. If Laurent turned, he knew he'd see Damen's thick cock, rock hard between his muscled thighs. He did not turn, though, taking this moment as just for him and Erasmus, for him to worship the body that would bear Damen's children. 

Slowly, starting with another soft kiss to Erasmus’ lips, he trailed his way down Erasmus’ body, creating a path of kisses until he reached the place where those golden curls began. 

Erasmus had not closed his legs, not in all this time. He was so open, so pliant. 

Laurent spread his pussy lips wide. It was practically a compulsion, needing to see, needing to touch. The wet hair on Erasmus’ pussy lips tangled sweetly around his fingers as he dug them in, taking in the red blossom of his hole, taking in his twitching clit, its hood- 

Humming softly, Laurent peeled back the hood fully, exposing Erasmus’ entire clit. Erasmus whimpered, eyes still so huge, round as saucers and practically near tears. Even now, not technically a slave what with the new laws in Patras, Erasmus could not ask for it directly. Please , his eyes pleaded, though, please, please, please.

Laurent took Erasmus’ clit in his mouth and Erasmus sobbed . His whole body jolted. He sobbed, and sobbed, a pretty flurry of pleasing words spilling from him in Akielon as Laurent sucked him. 

I could make him come like this , Laurent thought, idly, slipping two fingers into the wet heat of Erasmus’ cunt as he gave his clit another punishing suck. I could make him come, and then his cunt would be so wet for Damen, he would glide in so easily. 

Erasmus’ clit throbbed against Laurent's tongue, enticing him to swirl his tongue around it. He slipped his tongue beneath the nestled folds of Erasmus’ hood, teasing it directly, playing with it until Erasmus was a writhing, sobbing mess. Damen certainly was not one of those boorish alphas who neglected their partners’ clits, quite the opposite in fact, but Laurent wanted to do this himself. 

The moment he decided he would be the first to make Erasmus cum was the moment that Erasmus locked eyes with him, lips parted in a desperate cry, hands fondling his own breasts, watching his own clit twitch as Laurent lapped at it again and again. 

Erasmus’ cunt made slick, wanting sounds, Laurent’s licks and sucks chorusing alongside them, alongside Erasmus’ cries and Damen’s ragged breaths, the rustle of his clothes being haphazardly torn off. 

“W-wait,” Erasmus gasped, “I’m going to come, I’m, Your Highness, wait-”

Laurent met his gaze from between his trembling, parted thighs and grinned up at him. Erasmus’ slick coated his lips, sweat drenched his brow, and he nodded once, jerkily. Laurent took his clit between his lips once more, teasing it, tormenting it, lapping at it until Erasmus was sobbing and gushing slick onto Laurent’s tongue. 

Just as Erasmus’ body tensed, his cunt twitching in the buildup to his orgasm, Laurent felt the thick length of Damen’s cock slip between his pussy lips. 

What was Damen doing? He needed to - he needed to fuck Erasmus, he needed to fill Erasmus with cum, to pump into him over and over until he was fucking his own cum out of Erasmus’ overfilled cunt and pushing it deeper into his ready, waiting womb-

“I’m coming,” Erasmus wailed, arching his back and pressing his pussy harder against Laurent’s face, “I’m coming, Your Highness, please-”

Damen did not stick his cock in Laurent. Laurent buried his face into Erasmus’ cunt, sucking and lapping Erasmus’ twitching clit, fingering him jerkily, while Damen drew his cock, teasingly, along the wet length of Laurent’s pussy lips. His cockhead nudged Laurent’s clit, and when Laurent moaned into Erasmus’ cunt, Erasmus wailed and came. 

Laurent sucked the orgasm out of him, his clit twitching, the wet walls of his cunt clenching and unclenching on his fingers. Damen was slicking himself up with Laurent’s wetness, Laurent realized, giving Erasmus’s clit one more brutal suck before pulling off with a wet pop . Erasmus lay back, cunt and clit swollen and red and wet with saliva and slick, tears in his eyes. 

“T-thank you, your highness,” Erasmus stammered, a dazed look on his face. Almost unconsciously, he brought his trembling hand between his legs and took his clit between his fingers, rubbing jerkily, like he was trying to remember the feel of Laurent’s tongue. 

“Are we ready, sweetheart?” Damen murmured into Laurent’s bare shoulder, sending a shudder down his spine. 

“Yes,” Laurent breathed, scrambling up, “Yes-”

Damen caught his wrist, gently, unyielding like sun-warmed iron. He said nothing, just met Laurent’s gaze.

Laurent's breath caught in his throat. Between them, panting, Erasmus gazed up at him with that same submission from their first meeting - the need to be cared for, finding comfort in his surety. Both he and Damen had been that for him during his miserable time in Vere, Laurent realized. Firm, guiding hands, warm on the small of his back as he took his first, terrified steps over the cracked-open eggshells of his old life. 

Laurent paused, throat thick with an emotion he could not swallow down. Not looking away from the lust-darkened brown of Damen's eyes, he settled, carefully, behind Erasmus on the bed. 

Erasmus nestled between his legs, gripping Laurent's hip and staring up at him with such adoration it made bile rise in Laurent's throat. 

Hands trembling again, body thrumming with anticipation, Laurent leaned over Erasmus splayed-wide body and spread his wet pussy lips wide, eyes flitting between Damen and Erasmus’ cunt. 

Erasmus whimpered. His clit twitched, beckoning, and slick dribbled from his wanting cunt onto the sheets below them. 

“Fuck,” Damen breathed, positioning his hard cockhead at Erasmus’ entrance. “Fuck, Laurent…” 

Erasmus whined. His nails dug crescents into Laurent's hip. 

It was hypnotizing, watching Damen slide into Erasmus. Erasmus’ cunt stretched wide around Damen's cock, proportionally large to fit the immenseness of his entire body. The cockhead disappeared into the gaping, swollen redness of Erasmus’ pussy, swallowed up greedily, then one inch of his length, its rich dark skin with the thick vein tracing down…

Erasmus was mewling beneath them, utterly still except for the heaving of his chest as he adjusted to more and more of Damen's hard cock inside of him. 

“You're taking his cock so well, sweetheart,” Laurent purred, in rapt attention between both Damen's soft, autumn-leaf eyes and Erasmus’ cunt. How could anything so pretty, so tender take a cock this size? And yet it did, stretching wider and wider, beyond all human capability. 

Still so much to go! Erasmus was whining in earnest now, still utterly compliant, head thrashing from side to side between Laurent's legs. Through it all, Laurent held his pussy lips open. Soon, there would be no room for anything but cock there, the cunt, the tiny dot of Erasmus’ urethra, his clit all consumed by the gape of his walls and the pleasure of being fucked. He'd be nothing more than a hole stuffed full of cock. 

“How much more?” Erasmus sobbed, “How much… I don't know if it can fit…”

“It can,” Laurent soothed him, rubbing the inside of his thigh tenderly, “Just a little more. You're doing so well.”

Damen bottomed out inside of Erasmus with a groan, falling forward over his prone body to take deep, gasping breaths. The motion caused Laurent to lose his grip on Erasmus’ split-wide cunt, his pussy lips, and they enclosed Damen's cock with a slick sucking sound. 

He was so close. His lips were so close, the same plump Akielon pillows that sat so prettily in Erasmus’ heart shaped chin here framed by Damen's rugged, marble-cut jawline. 

Laurent leaned in, capturing his lips in a kiss, licking up a bright bead of sweat that caught the light as it trickled down his aquiline nose to his cupid's bow. 

Damen, leaning forward, pushed himself one more brutal inch inside Erasmus. 

Erasmus’ whole body spasmed, and his hands flew to his belly, back arching off the bed as he cried out. Between his cupped palms was the slightest bulge, the place where Damen's cockhead rested inside of him.

“You'll look like that when you're swollen with our child, too,” Damen murmured, placing his much larger hands over Erasmus's, stroking the back of them gently.

Our child . Laurent's heart sang to hear it. Yes, their child, without the poison of his blood. Only Damen's moral fortitude and Erasmus' sweet tenderness, a perfect little thing he could raise without fear. 

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” Laurent barely registered his own voice, fixated on the bulge of Damen's cock swelling Erasmus’ belly. “Ready to take him?”

Erasmus’ nod was a frantic jerk of the head, terror and arousal intermingled in his dazed expression. His golden curls, sweat-plastered to his gleaming forehead, trembled alongside the tremors running through his body.

Damen started to thrust, then, and Laurent had the privilege of watching Erasmus become utterly undone. 

Did Laurent look like that when Damen fucked him? Did his cunt grip onto that thick cock as though he would die without it inside of him? Erasmus took Damen’s cock bravely, sweat beading on his beautiful golden brow, gasping and moaning as Damen thrust deep into him. His walls sucked greedily onto Damen’s cock, stretched to their very limits, puffy and red and slick, his fat pussy lips quivered, his clit slid sensuously along Damen’s length. As it did so, Erasmus mewled anew, overcome with sensation.

Erasmus’ pretty pink tongue poked out from his lips, his brow screwed up in concentration, wracked with the effort of taking Damen's cock. 

Laurent remembered the exertion of his first time taking Damen's cock. His own cunt stretched practically to its breaking point, even though Damen had slicked himself up between the slick folds of Laurent's pussy lips before, his labia like pink petals curling around Damen's glistening cockhead. Damen liked playing with them absently, the two of them nestled together in bed, Damen taking his lush inner labia between his fingers and humming into the nape of Laurent's neck as he stroked back and forth.

Each time after, though, he took Damen easily. Still, Damen never seemed to mind that Laurent did not struggle with his length. He never claimed his pleasure was reliant on the tightness of Laurent's cunt. Not like-

When Damen bottomed out each thrust, that bulge appeared again in the base of Erasmus’ belly, and each time Erasmus’ lips parted in a pursed-lip cry, his eyes rolling back to meet Laurent's. Damen was holding back, the deliberate slowness of his thrusts making him tremble, dripping with sweat. 

Laurent adjusted, just a little, going to his knees behind Erasmus. He leaned over, deliberate and silky, so that his lips were mere inches from the juncture where cock and cunt joined. 

It just seemed right, to use his mouth like this. As Damen thrust, Laurent let his tongue loll out lazily, positioning himself so Damen thrust himself against Laurent's tongue with each deep stroke. 

“Fuck,” Damen growled, tossing his head back with his eyes screwed shut. The marble statue of his body was bared, the thick arms that held him up, the velvety balls which slapped Erasmus with each thrust, the dark nipples peaked in his godlike chest. His muscular ass rippled, the dusky, puckered hole between his cheeks peeking out intermittently. 

Laurent pulled his tongue back with a sultry little laugh, this time taking Erasmus’ neglected clit between his thumb and forefinger, stroking it idly. Erasmus whimpering behind him, Laurent took that fat clit and pressed it hard against Damen's cock, until Erasmus was howling and convulsing on the bed, until his clit glistened with his own slick and precum, cherry red with repeated abuse. 

Erasmus still struggled to ask verbally for what he wanted during sex. If he wanted to suck Damen's cock, or eat Laurent’s pussy for that matter, he would sink to his knees before them and gaze up with pleading, puppy-ish eyes, hands fisted at the fabric just above the points of their hip bones. 

When Laurent felt Erasmus hand tugging, gently but insistently, on his hip, he paused to readjust, still playing idly with Erasmus’ clit. 

Laurent followed Erasmus’ leading tugs, inching forward so his knees framed Erasmus’ face, and then, when he felt a hand splay insistently on his inner thigh to spread him wider, the other pushing his hips down just slightly-

Oh. 

Well, alright then. 

Laurent bit his lip, still somehow wanting to be quiet, always quiet even as he lowered his cunt onto Erasmus face, first feeling the wet damp of a desperately pleased exhale, and then- 

The lap of Erasmus’ tongue against his clit was so much. Laurent covered his mouth to mask the cry Erasmus’ tongue forced from him, the jolt of searing pleasure making his toes curl. He'd neglected that sweet part of himself for so long, and even now - Erasmus lapped him greedily, his tongue beckoning Laurent to sink deeper into this, to let him take his whole clit into his mouth and suck. 

Erasmus was expert at this, prepared to please alphas or omegas, men or women alike. His tongue slipped beneath the velvety hood of Laurent’s clit, pushing it down so that he could lap at the bud directly. 

“You cum first,” Damen panted, still thrusting slow and deep, Erasmus’ cunt somehow still whole even with the entire length fisted inside of him, though it quivered and throbbed visibly, “Cum, both of you, and then I'll knot inside him. I can hold out.”

Of course you can hold out, Laurent thought sourly, and perhaps that shone on his face, because Damen laughed and lifted his chin up for a quick, open-mouthed kiss. 

There was a moment, with Damen's tongue sliding slick against his, with Erasmus parting his wet pussy lips to suck his clit, but with his cunt empty, that Laurent almost wanted to call everything off. He wanted Damen to knot him, to shove his cock inside Laurent's neglected pussy, to pump him so full of cum that his stomach swelled with it, to fuck him pregnant and then fuck him so deep that his pussy barely needed to widen for the birth it gaped so wide, ruined for any other cock but Damen's-

I could take it harder than Erasmus, Laurent thought, giving Erasmus’ delicate clit a mean little tug that had him choking into Laurent's pussy. You could bend me in two. You could shove your cock so deep in me that I tasted it in my throat. You could bend my legs behind my ears and fuck me so hard and fast I'd come sobbing for mercy. 

When he imagined himself pregnant, though, the fantasy shattered before his eyes. No, Erasmus was doing so well, eating him out even as Damen fucked into him, his lips and tongue so expert on his clit that Laurent could not hold back his own mewls and whimpers. Erasmus did not have tainted blood. He was being cruel to someone who had never deserved it.

Erasmus was not like him, and that was why he would carry this baby, and why Laurent would not.

Laurent ducked his head to hide his raw, exposed nerves, tending to Erasmus clit between his fingers. He was being too gentle with it, not giving it his full attention, and he quickly rectified that by taking it in the thumb and forefinger of both hands, one twisting one way, the other the opposite. 

Erasmus squealed into his pussy, which made Laurent sink down even harder, chasing more teasing, more licking, more-

Laurent twisted his fingers tortuously around Erasmus clit, taking care to peel back his flushed and swollen hood, rubbing the bare, exposed bud furiously.

“Coming,” Erasmus sobbed, muffled, “Coming, I'm, please, your highness-” 

“I won't knot him until you cum too,” Damen murmured, too quiet for Erasmus, “You won't keep him unsatisfied, right?”

“You're cruel,” Laurent hissed, horrified. “You can't, that's not-”

“Tell me what you need me to do.” Damen met his gaze. “To help me make you cum.” 

Laurent whimpered. He felt Erasmus’ pussy spasming, felt his desperate pleas and moans as he stroked Erasmus’ clit, twisting one way and the next, teasing, rubbing the underside with his thumb-

Erasmus stopped eating him out for a few brief seconds, just to let out a plaintive cry and come all over Damen's cock, gushing slick as his cunt contracted.

Damen gasped, tossing head back. Laurent played with Erasmus clit through his whole orgasm, each stroke drawing more slick, more shuddering cries, each higher pitched than the next. 

Erasmus flopped back, bonelessly, struggling to catch his breath as Damen's cock punched it from his body with each deep thrust. He wept as Laurent gave his swollen, abused clit a few more strokes, before tending to Laurent's clit again zealously, taking it between his lips and kissing it wetly with lips and tongue.

“Kiss me,” Laurent cried, settling his hands dazedly over Erasmus’ belly, over the part that bulged again and again with each thrust. “Damen, kiss me, please-”

Damen did so. Without breaking rhythm, he captured Laurent's lips in another open-mouthed kiss, his mouth and pussy both open wide to accept lips and tongue. Damen tongued his mouth, Erasmus tongued his cunt, drawing a wet line from cunt to clit and back. 

Both Damen and Erasmus made wet sucking sounds, their tongues hot and thick inside him, taking him apart. His pussy lips were quivering, he knew, dripping like rose-colored silk from between his legs, dripping wet, his clit was twitching, his hood, pulling back so Erasmus could really taste him, taste his clit-

“I'm going to cum,” Laurent moaned into Damen's mouth, “I'm going to-”

It came, then, the tension in his lower body, the lightning strike of pleasure from his clit being licked and sucked and teased, again and again, building like an incoming tidal wave.

Laurent dislodged his mouth from Damen's as he came, clit throbbing and shuddering, cunt clenching on air as Erasmus ate him out through his orgasm. He sobbed, gasping over Erasmus’ body, over the bulge in his belly with Laurent's hand placed firmly over it. He came for delicious, precious, shuddering seconds, hips thrusting unconsciously against Erasmus’ face, and it wasn't until the last waves of orgasm finished washing over him that Erasmus finally stopped tormenting his clit, finally pulled his mouth away from it.

“Erasmus,” Damen panted, "Are you ready for my knot?”

Again Laurent moved to extricate himself, and again a steadying hand from Erasmus kept him in place. Did Erasmus really want him to stay there, throbbing red clit and wet pussy dripping down onto his face, watching his hole clench and unclench? Did he really want to see Laurent's overgrown pussy lips as Damen knotted him, his unhooded naked clit, and not Damen's warm gaze?

“Yes,” Erasmus said against Laurent’s thigh, “Yes. Knot me, alpha-Exalted, please-”

Damen nodded once, shortly, stroking himself almost lazily. “I’m going to go harder. I know you can take it, Erasmus.” 

He said Erasmus in the same cadence he might have said sweetheart , lover , or good boy . He said it the same way he said Laurent . 

Erasmus said, breathy, “ Yes .”

Damen began to thrust in earnest, then, and Erasmus took it all. 

His sweet, tender body, brutalized so beautifully by Damen’s cock, so full of it his belly swelled even though he was not yet pregnant, the scraped-raw pleasure of his clit, two orgasms already wrung from it, stimulated further as Damen pounded into him. 

It was dizzying, watching it. Was that why Erasmus wished only for Laurent’s cunt in his face, so that he did not need to see Damen splitting him open, did not need to see his cunt stretched so wide it was nearly unbearable, his body made alien through this unrelenting fucking? 

“It’s coming,” Damen gasped, hips slapping wetly against Erasmus pussy lips, “It’s coming. My knot.”

Damen’s knot swelled at the base of his cock. He shoved himself in all the way, little, deep thrusts, as Erasmus howled and thrashed.

“It’s so big,” Erasmus pleaded, “So much. I don’t… I can’t…”

His entrance already stretched to its absolute limits, Erasmus writhed on Damen’s growing knot, choking and gasping and moaning in a mixture of terror and ecstasy. Was Damen too big for him? Would he be able to take it all?

His pussy lips grasped helplessly at the knot, his hips thrusting down as Damen thrust up, trying to force it in, trying-

Laurent surged forward, again grasping Erasmus’ tender pussy lips and spreading them wide, stretching them, his fingers slipping in alongside the knot while Erasmus sobbed, and screamed, and wailed, and gushed slick all over the swelling knot which mingled with the hot cum being pumped into him-

The knot slipped inside, and Erasmus went utterly silent, utterly still, mouth open in a shocked little o .

Damen thrust shallowly once more, twice, shooting his cum inside Erasmus, filling him with it, his knot keeping it all deep inside.

Laurent did extricate himself then, so Damen could rearrange himself. He rolled onto his back in one smooth motion, settling Erasmus on top of him, his golden head with its sweat-soaked golden curls nestled on Damen’s heaving chest and his thighs splayed about Damen’s hips. 

No cum leaked out of Erasmus, and among the twitching and fluttering of his swollen hole the very base of the knot appeared, the apple-thick girth of it stuffed firmly inside. Laurent could not see the bulge of Damen’s cock in Erasmus’ belly like this, but his cunt tingled to imagine it pressed tight to Damen’s body, to imagine Damen feeling it just as he’d feel the swell of their baby.

Damen splayed one arm out, nodding encouragingly at Laurent, who took his place curled at Damen’s side. They’d knotted before, Damen filling him so deeply Laurent’s mind went white with the sensation, feeling like two hands gripped the sides of his cunt and spread him so wide that the pulsing warmth of his womb was visible. Every time, Damen rolled just as he’d done with Erasmus, so that Laurent could settle with his body splayed all over Damen. There was fear of a child, of course, but in the many times they’d fucked raw Laurent’s womb remained empty. 

Wasn’t that for the best? That was why they’d chosen Erasmus for their child, even if it did turn out Laurent’s womb was simply complicated as opposed to entirely barren. 

Was it always so easy to come? With Damen it was, with Erasmus similarly… Laurent had hated watching his clit grow between his pussy lips, the mix of male-omega pheromones during puberty making it, and his breasts, newly blossom. When Damen played with it, though… 

Erasmus’ eyes fluttered shut, his lips curled upwards in contentment. Damen huffed out a laugh and patted his back, meeting Laurent's eyes. 

They would go the whole night like this, Laurent knew. Erasmus, too, was aware that Damen's knot was not so dispirited that it only made its appearance for one round, taking its bows and refusing to swell again as the night wore on. 

Perhaps that was why he was taking this opportunity to nap. Damen was capable of knotting him in every position - on all fours, tits swinging beneath him, against the wall, being ridden - each time the knot would swell and stretch Erasmus grateful cunt, each time he would fill him with more and more cum, until finally Damen was plunging into a sticky, messy pool of his own cum with each thrust.

That had only happened to Laurent once, but he remembered his knees bent back by his ears, his ass in the air, Damen fucking him and fucking his own cum out of him, causing it to splash onto his thighs. 

“Gotta keep this clean,” Damen had grinned wickedly, taking a cloth then to Laurent's swollen clit, wiping away the come that coated it until Laurent was writhing and sobbing. 

Is that what it would be like for Erasmus, when it ended, when he was fucked brainless? Erasmus just lying there, spreading apart his own pussy lips in case Damen wanted one more round, cunt agape and painted white. Wanting to touch his clit but so many orgasms had been wrung from it that it was raw and painful.

Then afterwards, they would lay Erasmus on his back, knees together and up in the air, so that the cum stayed inside of him even longer. They’d hold his legs up and closed, kissing his breasts, coaxing his puffy nipples back out if they had shrunk back inside, kissing his lips and telling him how good he had done.

Such a sweet little thing. Could his body even handle it? After hours and hours with Damen, even Laurent sometimes wished he could beg for mercy - but then would come one more orgasm, one more kiss, and Laurent would only want it to never end.

Erasmus was strong, though. He was much stronger than his small stature and sweet puppy eyes made it seem. He'd taken Damen's knot, and he'd take it again and again. His cunt would stretch for it and soon just the thought of being so full would have him stroking his clit in secret, wanting the knot.

He'd become pregnant and swollen with their child, his nipples darkening and his breasts growing, his pussy and clit so sensitive they'd need to make him come constantly just to feel some relief. Perhaps they’d need to attach something to his clit so it was always stimulated, even when they were not around. They’d check the stretch of his cunt while his belly swelled, making sure it was prepared for when the baby came…

Someone else. It was good, Laurent thought again, fingering his cunt idly, that someone else would give birth to the baby. 

Erasmus opened his sweet, golden eyes, caught sight of Laurent fingering himself, and murmured, “Are we ready to go again?”