through their eyes Ch. 3 (Patreon)

Chapter Three

Zoey wakes up shivering, tangled in the sticky, sweat-soaked sheets. Her blood burns, but every inch of skin feels ice cold. She curls into a ball, cupping a hand between her legs. Swollen. Dripping. And so, so empty. 

A whine catches in her throat. Even the lightest stroke hurts, but she can’t stop. She screws her eyes shut, biting down hard on her lip.

Mira. She needs Mira. Her warm cinnamon scent is all over the bed, all over Zoey’s skin.

Usually, she asks Mira to help with her heat in advance. She always feels awkward doing it, even though Mira agrees every time. Selfish, even. She’s never been able to shake the squirmy feeling that she’s asking for too much…

Another pang of want grips Zoey’s belly. She throws her elbow across her face, sinking her teeth into her forearm. They ache to bite and bruise. To mark, to claim.

Fuck. She can’t go to Mira like this, nothing more than a needy animal. Better to take care of herself first, at least once. Clear her head. Then she can ask instead of begging and pleading.

Her thighs snap shut around her hand as she rocks her hips. She strokes her clit, feeling it throb against her fingertips. Each pass sends a shockwave through her core.

Not enough. Not nearly enough.

She slides two fingers inside, pushing into her front wall. It’s already swollen and puffy. Every time she curls in, her core clenches and hot slick spreads across her palm. She rubs it around her clit, flicking faster.

She imagines Mira coming into the bedroom. Flipping her onto her stomach. Dragging her legs open and shoving inside. Fucking her, rutting into her—

“Mira.”

Soon, Zoey is dripping all over her hand, her thighs, and the tangled sheets. It’s such a mess. She’s a mess—a pathetic, greedy…

A soft hand caresses Zoey’s hair. Her mouth falls open in a groan, and she leans into the touch.

Mira?

No, Rumi, smelling of dark and smoke. Her true scent, demon and all, makes Zoey feel all bubbly and lightheaded. She bites down harder, groaning into her arm.

Rumi runs gentle fingers through Zoey’s hair, massaging her scalp. “Hey, Zo.”

Her touch sends a shock straight to Zoey’s clit. She releases her bite-hold and whimpers. Rumi smells so yummy and safe, like a snuggly blanket in winter. She breathes in deep. For a moment, her heartbeat slows and her body stops shivering.

The mattress dips as Rumi climbs into bed, spooning Zoey from behind. Her arm is a comforting weight over Zoey’s waist, her breath a warm caress. “Need help?”

Zoey moans, smothering another pathetic whine in the pillow. She does need help, desperately, but it’s so embarrassing. How greedy she gets during her heats, how much she begs. Rumi doesn’t know what she’s getting into…

But, oh, it’s paradise feeling Rumi’s skin slide against hers. Rumi’s soft breasts press into her back, and Zoey’s heartbeat speeds up to keep time with hers. It’s too wonderful to resist— better than she deserves.

Zoey tries to calm down by breathing into the pillow, but it smells like Mira. Her body acts on instinct, rocking back into Rumi’s pelvis. Still hiding her face, she scrunches her eyes shut, blushing with shame. 

Rumi loves her. Rumi wants to help. Zoey smells the invitation in her scent, feels the tenderness in her touch. But it’s so humiliating to ask like this, when she’s a raw., shivering bundle of nerves. More of a thing than a person.

Zoey pulses around her fingers, trying to push them deeper. Not enough. Still not full. She wants to scream, but all she can manage is a muffled, “Please.”

Rumi rolls Zoey onto her back. She flops over like a ragdoll, whimpering as Rumi pulls her hand from between her legs. Her teeth snap against empty air. The sudden emptiness is all-consuming agony.

“Rumi. Need—”

“I know,” Rumi coos. “I’ll help.” She slides Zoey’s fingers into her mouth.

Zoey stares, awestruck. The way Rumi’s cheeks hollow as she sucks and the fire in her dark eyes are too beautiful for words. She would give anything to feel Rumi’s velvet tongue on her clit, working between her legs.

Rumi releases Zoey’s fingers with a filthy pop. She stretches over Zoey’s limp body and kisses down her chest, sucking a stiff nipple.

Zoey gasps. Each swirl of Rumi’s tongue sends a sharp stab of need through her belly. She wants to tangle her fingers in Rumi’s hair, but she’s too weak to lift her hands. She can only pray that Rumi will keep going.

Rumi tugs Zoey’s nipple with her teeth. The pinch makes Zoey’s thighs fall open. She wants to rock her hips, but the fever is getting worse, slackening all her muscles. Every tiny movement is an effort. Cold sweat sprouts all over her burning skin.

Slowly, Rumi kisses around Zoey’s other nipple. She laps it with her tongue, and Zoey’s body jolts. “Hurts,” she hisses, fisting the sheets. 

“Easy.” Rumi plants another kiss on Zoey’s sternum. “If I rush, it won’t help as much.” She slides her thigh between Zoey’s, offering the slightest bit of relief.

A sob breaks in Zoey’s chest. Her face blazes like the sun as she leaks all over Rumi and the bed. She needs to be fucked. Filled. Bred. It feels selfish to want as much as she does, but she clings to Rumi anyway, soaking in her touch.

Rumi thrusts three fingers inside, following with a firm push of her thigh. She pumps firmly and deliberately, hooking Zoey’s front wall every time she withdraws.

Zoey’s mouth falls open in a silent scream. Full. She’s finally full. She squeezes hard around Rumi’s fingers, tears streaming from her eyes.

“Good girl.” Rumi nuzzles Zoey’s neck, nipping her pulse point. “Let me help.”

Help. Yes. Zoey relaxes, melting into the mattress beneath Rumi’s comforting weight. She gives a low moan as Rumi fucks her, slow and deep. Rumi will help. Rumi will take care of her. It’s still humiliating, but as an omega, at least Rumi understands.

Rumi bends down to suck Zoey’s nipples, biting them to swollen peaks. Her lips and tongue are a torment, but Zoey arches, trying to push more of her breast into Rumi’s mouth.

She needs Rumi’s teeth. Needs the pain.

Rumi laughs, blowing a stream of air across Zoey’s nipple. It’s a lower, hungrier laugh than usual, and it sends a thrill through Zoey’s chest.

“You like being bitten, huh?” She shoves her fingers deep and stays there, curling hard.

Zoey’s first peak takes her completely by surprise. Her body locks up tight, and white light presses around the edges of her eyes. She trembles, squeals, and pulses around Rumi’s fingers, spilling slick ribbons of come into her palm. 

Rumi growls and bites down on Zoey’s nipple, sucking it raw as her fingers keep going. And going. And going. Zoey sobs with each stroke, her hands flexing helplessly on top of the wrinkled bedding. She can’t even find the strength to grasp to the sheets.

“Good,” Rumi growls around her nipple. “You’re such a good girl, Zo.”

The praise is like sunlight on Zoey’s clammy skin, warming her straight through. It isn’t the raw, insatiable fire of her cycle, but a deep warmth that calms and soothes.

A dopey smile spreads across Zoey’s face. As she comes down from her high, listening to Rumi murmur words of praise against her chest, her embarrassment seems smaller.

Rumi carries Zoey through the aftershocks, trading sharp bites for soft suckling, rough thrusts for a gentler, stirring motion. She cups her hand between Zoey’s legs, just holding her, and Zoey relaxes into the mattress. The all-consuming need to be bred is still there, but it isn’t complete agony anymore. It’s more like a sore muscle that needs to be rubbed.

“Need a hand?”

Zoey’s body jerks like a livewire at the sound of Mira’s voice. The smell of Mira’s cinnamon scent is suddenly everywhere, filling her nose, coating her tongue, sticking to her throat. She gags on it even as she craves more.

No. Not Mira…

She wants nothing more than Mira’s thick cock thrusting inside her, Mira’s knot stretching her until it hurts enough to make her come. And she knows she’ll get it, like always. But what if Mira is only doing it out of obligation? Friendship? Or, worse, pity?

Mira can’t stand weakness. Right now, Zoey has never felt weaker and more vulnerable. She’s nothing more than a pathetic slut, pleading for attention. So selfish—

“I’m fine,” she rasps, her voice hoarse. She can’t bring herself to look at either of them. “You two can play if you want. You don’t need to…ahh!”

Her eyes roll back as Rumi lifts her legs, ducking beneath her knees. Rumi’s satin tongue sets straight to work. She uses long, messy strokes, lapping up all of Zoey’s come.

Zoey bites the inside of her cheek. It’s all she can do not to scream again. Just be grateful. Don’t keep begging for it—

The mattress dips beneath Mira’s weight. “Stop being an idiot,” she says. “Rumi, move over.”

Rumi growls into Zoey’s cunt. The rumbling vibrations almost make her come again. “Not until I’m finished,” she says, with a full, layered voice. Her demon voice.

Zoey gasps as Rumi’s nails—no, claws—drag down her thighs, biting into her skin and holding her in place. She’s completely open and exposed to Rumi’s mouth, for whatever Rumi wants to take.

“Whoa, chill,” Mira says. “You can go first. It’s whatever.”

But there’s an edge to Mira’s voice too, a tightly threaded urgency. Even while distracted by Rumi’s licking and sucking, Zoey hears it clearly. Smells it all around her. Mira is annoyed at having to wait her turn.

That thought rattles around in Zoey’s head, but she can’t focus on it for long. Rumi is devouring her like the icing off a cupcake, thrusting her tongue inside to lick up every bit. It doesn’t stretch or fill her like she needs, but the way it writhes inside her makes every inch of Zoey’s body tremble.

“Rumi!” Zoey throws her head back and squeezes her eyes shut. Her spine arches off the mattress as Rumi’s tongue slides in and out. “Fuckkk…”

A warm, heavy weight settles over Zoey’s midsection. She opens her eyes, and saliva floods her mouth as she sees Mira’s cock hovering in front of her face. It’s fully hard, pearly wetness welling at its tip.

Zoey leans forward to lick it up, but Mira grabs her hair, holding her in place. She brings her other hand to her shaft, stroking leisurely. “Let me feed it to you,” Mira growls, circling her thumb around the tip. “That’s what you want, right? My dick? My come?”

A hot blush crawls across Zoey’s cheeks. She’s so embarrassed, but she can’t look away from Mira’s cock. It’s already leaking, just inches from her lips. Salt swells in her mouth as she remembers how fucking good Mira tastes. She’s give absolutely fucking anything to suck it, even for a second.

Without warning, Rumi shoves three fingers in to the hilt. Zoey squeals as Rumi’s hot mouth latches onto her clit. Trapped beneath Rumi and Mira’s bodies, she can barely move. She can only lay there, whimpering, while Rumi’s fingers and tongue ruin her.

The warmth of Mira’s cock nudges Zoey’s lower lip. Through the haze of her heat, she remembers she should be sucking. She sticks out her tongue, trying to taste.

Mira moves just out of reach. “Tell me how much you want it,” she says, making a show of pumping her shaft. “Beg for it, and I’ll come in your mouth instead of all over your face.”

Zoey gives a conflicted moan. She doesn’t know what she wants. It’s too hard to think while Rumi’s devouring her, fucking her so rough. Her lips quiver, but no matter how much she wants to beg, she can’t force out any words. Her cheeks flush, burning almost as hot as her pussy against Rumi’s tongue.

Mira’s hand tightens in Zoey’s hair. “Come on, cutie. I know you want to say it.”

Taste. Need to taste her—

A full-throated moan tears from Zoey’s throat. “Please!” It’s the only word she can say. She just hopes it’s enough. 

“That’s my girl.” Mira slides the tip of her cock past Zoey’s lips, allowing her to suck to her heart’s content.

Zoey whimpers, suckling the head, twisting her tongue to get every drop of Mira that she can. Mira’s taste spreads across her tongue, bitter and salty and absolutely addictive. It’s an earthy taste that makes her mouth water for more.

Mira keeps pumping her cock, and Zoey feels it start to twitch. “Shit,” Mira grunts. “You’re so thirsty for it already.”

Rumi breaks away for air, panting heavily. “You should feel how wet she is. She’s so ready. I think she’s going to come again.”

“Switch,” Mira says, pulling her cock from Zoey’s mouth. Zoey tries to chase it, but Mira’s fingers stay tangled in her hair, keeping her away.

“No,” Rumi growls. “This one’s mine.” She dives back in, and Zoey cries out as Rumi’s tongue and fingers drive her over the edge. Her core locks up, fluttering around Rumi’s knuckles, and she spills a sticky flood of come down Rumi’s chin.

Rumi sucks Zoey’s clit through the first few shockwaves, then opens her mouth wide to catch it all. Her tongue laps everywhere, teasing and soothing every inch of Zoey’s pussy.

Hot tears well in the corners of Zoey’s eyes. Rumi’s fingers keep pulling more and more wetness out of her, until there’s a puddle under her ass. Fuck. The sheets are completely ruined. She’s made such a mess with her neediness.

Mira twists one of Zoey’s nipples to get her attention. “God, that was hot,” she purrs, sliding the first three inches of her cock past Zoey’s lips. “Keep sucking, babe. I’m about to come down your pretty throat.”

As Rumi’s fingers still, Zoey finds just enough focus to obey. Everything about Mira—her voice, her scent, the weight of her hard, lean body—demands obedience. Her guilt shrinks as soon as Mira takes over, adjusting her head so she can slide the rest of her cock in. 

“You can take more,” Mira says, pushing the head down the back of Zoey’s throat.

Yes. More. Whatever Mira says. Whatever her alpha wants.

Zoey gags, but it’s a good feeling. She swallows around Mira’s cockhead, adjusting to the stretch, enjoying the way Mira’s scent clings to the soft thatch of her pubic hair.

“Good girl, Zo. Very good girl.” Mira loosens her grip on Zoey’s hair, petting her head as she begins rocking her hips. “Hold it just like that. Here it comes…”

A burst of hot, creamy come shoots down Zoey’s throat. Zoey swallows hungrily, desperately trying to gulp it all down, but there’s too much. A full load spurts from Mira’s twitching cock. She starts to choke, but Mira notices and pills out, spilling the rest onto her tits.

“Oh, shit. I can’t fucking wait to fill your tight little pussy up next.”

Rumi stops leaving kisses and love bites all over Zoey’s thighs. “Okay, now switch. I’ll ride her face.”

Zoey doesn’t have time to form an opinion. She stays limp and utterly helpless, still quivering from her second peak, as Mira slots between her legs and Rumi straddles her head.

Mira’s cock shoves inside, splitting her so wide it hurts. Zoey tenses, shaking as she realizes it isn’t just Mira’s cock. Since she already came once, her knot is fully inflated. It pushes against Zoey’s entrance, forcing her open—but something inside her relaxes, and the whole thing pops in.

Stars flash behind Zoey’s eyes. Her mouth falls open as her core locks tight, squeezing and milking Mira’s knot. Full. So fucking full. Zoey’s world fades to red. Her breath, her heartbeat—it’s all for Mira, the wonderful alpha filling her up so much it hurts.

A shadow looms over her, struck through with streaks of golden light. Suddenly, she’s got a face full of Rumi’s pussy, hot and salty and dripping. Zoey closes her eyes and surrenders to it as Rumi’s fingers comb into her hair, holding her steady.

Fuck. Rumi tastes so good. Heavy and musky and amazing. Zoey sticks out her tongue, licking and sucking wherever Rumi wants. She tastes just as good as Mira, just as addictive.

As Rumi rides her mouth, the so-good-it-hurts fullness of Mira’s knot swells into something even better. It’s a blissful heat, one that builds instead of burning up. Pressure flares between Zoey’s legs as Mira begins thrusting, working for every inch she can get without breaking the tie.

“So fucking tight,” Mira huffs, yanking Zoey’s legs to lock around her waist. “Gonna come inside you so much. Fill you up. Breed you.”

Breed. Yes!

That’s what she wants. What she needs. She needs to be bred. Needs Mira to breed her, needs Rumi to help. She needs both of them to fuck her until they’ve ruined her. Until she’s nothing but their warm, willing toy.

Theirs. I need to be theirs.

Rumi’s clit drags across her mouth, and Zoey sucks as best she can. It’s so hard and swollen on her tongue, a round little ball that feels like it might pop out of its hood.

“Harder, Zo,” Rumi says, raking her claws along Zoey’s scalp. “Suck me harder.”

It’s tricky to suck while Rumi is thrusting across her entire face, but Zoey does her best. She wants to be her best for them. The best they’ve ever had. She doesn’t deserve them, with how greedy she gets, but she can serve them. Make them happy, make them come, take care of them—

“Fuck, Zoey—how are you so fucking tight?” Mira slams her hips down, driving Zoey into the mattress over and over again. “Gonna come soon. Fill this pretty pussy up.”

Zoey makes a strangled noise into Rumi’s pussy. Yes. She wants Mira’s come. Wants it to fill her up and stretch her out, until her belly’s swollen and tight with it. And she wants Rumi to squirt in her mouth. To taste and breathe nothing but Rumi forever.

Mira ruts into her with short, hard strokes, then jerks out of rhythm, spilling a flood deep within Zoey’s core. The hot, thick gush of come spreads through Zoey’s entire body, a fire in her blood that makes every nerve sing.

Mira’s come. There’s so much. She can barely hold it all as it fills her up, causing a sharp spike of pressure. It’s too much—and, finally, enough. Zoey screams, locking her ankles tight and digging her heels into Mira’s back.

Feverish thoughts flash through Zoey’s mind. She imagines Mira’s hands on her belly, heavy and round with pups. Rumi’s hands, stroking her swollen stomach, kneading her full breasts. Both of them, biting her throat, laying claim to every inch of her body.

Their omega, carrying their litter.

She comes on Mira’s knot, squeezing tighter and tighter, pulsing wildly even though she’s too weak to move. Something inside her melts, sending a wave of blissful relief from head to toe. She groans around Rumi’s clit as the fire of her heat fades to a warm, contented glow.

As her fever finally breaks, Zoey can barely find the coordination to lick Rumi’s pussy. All she can do is hold her mouth open and let Rumi ride her.

Rumi’s thighs stiffen, trembling as she bucks against Zoey’s tongue. A flash of dark purple crawls along the gold markings on her skin, and a rush of salty-sweet come bursts in Zoey’s mouth. It runs all over her face and drips down her chin, marking her with Rumi’s scent.

Zoey licks it all up, moaning as she sweeps her tongue along Rumi’s pulsing pussy. If she could stay like this forever, full of Mira’s knot and come, face buried between Rumi’s legs, she would. She wants this every morning, every day of her life.

After a while, Mira stops rutting and flops on top of Zoey. Rumi groans and rolls onto her side, cuddling up against both of them. Zoey buries her nose in Mira’s shoulder, inhaling her scent and listening to her breathing.

“Feel better, cutie?” Mira mumbles. She’s still panting, and her heart pounds where their chests are pressed together.

Zoey smacks her tongue. It feels thick and a bit sore, but Rumi and Mira’s taste lingers, and she likes that. “Mmhmm. Thanks.”

Rumi gives a rumbling purr of approval. “Our pleasure. That was beautiful, Zo. I’m so happy you trusted us like that.”

Beautiful? 

Zoey has never thought of her heats that way before—as a gift she can give, instead of a bother she imposes on someone. She nuzzles further into Mira’s neck. She feels so much better, but also a bit guilty for being so needy and attention-hungry. It feels like she got everything she wanted and more, even though she hardly did any of the work.

But maybe that’s okay.

She’s happy. Happy and held and loved, because Rumi and Mira love her. Plus, Rumi and Mira are happy. They want to take care of her, just like she wants to take care of them. And they’ve taken such good care of her that she can’t bring herself to feel embarrassed anymore.

She kisses Mira’s neck, giving a huff of disappointment when she realizes she hasn’t marked it yet. Or Rumi’s. They’ve kept her mouth so busy she hasn’t had the chance to bite. Three orgasms later, her teeth are itching for it. 

“Go on,” Mira says, as though reading her mind.

Zoey sinks her teeth into Mira’s shoulder, growling at the salty taste of her skin. Her hips stir beneath Mira’s, grinding against her pelvis as the knot inside her gives a sluggish twitch.

“Aw, you’re so cute,” Rumi says. She traces her fingertips along Zoey’s arm, raising goosebumps all over. “Don’t worry. We’ll take good care of you today. You can have anything you want.”

Zoey whimpers. Just them. They’re all she wants.

“Can you get on your knees, Mira?” Rumi asks. “I want to play with her clit while you rut her.”

Mira tenses and gives a low rumble. For a moment, Zoey thinks Mira won’t share, but she strokes Zoey’s hair, guiding her mouth away.

Zoey grits her teeth, already missing the softness of Mira’s flesh.

“Don’t worry,” Rumi purrs. “You can bite my thighs as much as you want.” She straddles Zoey’s head again, the opposite way this time, and lowers her pussy onto Zoey’s face.

Zoey latches onto Rumi’s thigh right away, sinking her teeth in and sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. She gives a full-body twitch as Mira starts rocking inside her, and one of Rumi’s hands slides down her belly to start toying with her clit.

Her eyes drift shut as she surrenders to them—to their strength, their care, and her own rising need. It’s going to be one heck of a heat, but she’s sure Mira and Rumi are up to the challenge.