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When the Alpha of the Pack called you up to talk it was normally about putting a collar around your throat because you have fallen in ranks. However, Conley and Dawson had known Mason for years. They had known him before he had taken out the previous Alpha and could proudly call themselves part of the alpha’s inner circle.
“What do you think this is about?” Conley didn’t really pose it as a question as he picked a piece of meat from his teeth. Then he spat on the ground, running his grimy fingers through his cropped dark hair. Dawson finally spoke, a rare occurrence of the smaller man, when he pulled his head from a barrel of water flinging it everywhere as the long strands flopped against his face.
“Fuck if I know. He’s been hanging with the Overboss most days now. All I know is he said to come to the Fizztop, she wanted to chat and to get washed up.” He scooped up handfuls of water, scrubbing them over his arms to remove the dirt and paint and watching as Conley followed suit, dunking his head into the accompanying barrel and making a face as the water started to turn murky grey with the other man’s body paints.
“Think she’s got an issue with paints?”
“Nah, she started wearing Pack furs a few weeks ago. When she’s out with the rest of the gang’s, she wears our paints in her hair.” Conley’s voice rumbled out as he washed himself down, cleaning his entire body thoroughly before reacting for the pots of body paints that were ever present in the Pack’s wash up room.
“Mason ain’t shut up about her in weeks. Soon as we got the Safari , it was like he was hooked on her.”
Dawson just shrugged, tying his long wet hair back into a ponytail.
“So? We got fresh land before the rest of the gangs and the Alpha most definitely has his dick up in her. I think that's a win for us.”
Jack snorted out a laugh, brushing a few drops of water from the curls that appeared every time he washed his hair.
“True. Eh think she’s invited us up to Fizztop to join in?”
That brought out a chuckle from Dawson and he moved to join the other man, painting his own designs onto his face and bare chest.
“I wouldn’t mind. She’s got curves like I’ve never seen before. I just don’t see Mason sharing.”
"So you understand the rules right? You cum inside her, I will kill you myself. Anything else. Fair game." Mason twirled his mustache, watching the two men's reactions. Nora lounged on the bed like it was a throne and already he could see the way that Dawson’s eyes tried to sneak around his body to catch a peak of her. He didn’t blame them. She was all dark curls and eyes, curves in places that you just didn’t find on women any more. But he wasn’t about to let them anywhere near her if he didn’t have their word first.
Surprisingly it was Conley who spoke first, his eyes focused downwards to the ground in his clear show of submission before he spoke.
“Of course Alpha.” Mason smiled a little at the way Conley had to smack Dawson in the arm to grab the other man’s attention. On anyone else, that lecherous hunger would have resulted in a proper challenge but these two men had been with him through thick and thin and when Nora had finally come around to the idea, he hadn’t been able to think of anyone else he trusted. The fact that he could tell that they had followed instruction was good. They were both clean and he could already hear Nora squirming on the bed sheets as she looked over Dawson’s painted chest. Finally he looked down, the same motion as Conley and answered.
“Yes Alpha.”
He heard Nora’s little gasp when he stepped aside and all three of the men crept towards the bed, a predatory gleam in their eyes. Mason stripped first, taking up position as a solid wall of muscle propped up by the pillows on the bed. Nora leaned against him, partially for warmth in the open air, her bare skin exposed to the elements but also for comfort. She had met Dawson and Conley in passing, had even had a few drinks with both of them after she had won a few Mole Rat fights. But this was different now. Now she could see the wirey plans of muscle that banded Dawson’s arms and chest as he stripped off his pants. She could feel the heavy weight as he flopped down onto his back on the bed and tapped her thigh. Mason gave her ass a light swat when she pulled herself to her knees, shuffling closer to the end of the bed where Dawson lay.
“So um.. How…?”
“Oh fuck woman really?”
Mason laughed at Dawson's tone and the way he could feel the other man shift and position himself so Nora was practically seated on his face. This wasn’t the first time they had shared a partner, just the first time they had shared Nora and he could feel his cock growing in response when she moaned. Watching Nora’s back as she ground herself down on his friend's mouth was hypnotizing. He had almost forgotten that Conley was in the room with them until he heard the thunk of the larger man’s belt hitting the wood floor.
Nora felt her eyes go wide, Not only from Dawson’s expert tongue flicking against her clit but the sheer size of Conley’s cock. He was a big man, as tall as Mason but not a single inch of him tapered into fine angles like the Alpha. No, every aspect of him was built like solid brick and that extended to the thick fat cock before her. He was easily as thick around as her wrist and she could feel her pussy spasm at the sheer thought of him inside her. Dawson laughed from between her legs, pulling back long enough to speak.
“I think she likes you Cons. She’s twitching on my tongue looking at you.” Nora moaned, feeling her cheeks redden and her body respond when Dawson zeroed back in on her clit. Even with Dawson’s attempts at distraction, Nora still marveled at how different Conley was like this. Every time she had met the man before, he was loud, boisterous and impossible to contain. Now he stepped forward, cock in hand and the other sound he seemed to be able to make was a pleading whine. Nora shivered as Dawson slipped his tongue inside of her, thrusting the muscle in and out of her pussy methodically and she leaned forward. Her fingers didn’t even meet when she wrapped them around the base of his cock and just the thought of something so big inside her had her twitching. By the end of the night she doubted she would even be able to walk.
“Why don’t you suck on Conley’s dick Kitten. I know how much you like it when your jaw aches for days.” It wasn’t a request and a hard shiver wracked Nora's body, peeking her nipples as just the suggestion brought her closer to the edge. She had almost forgotten Mason was there, watching as she rode one of his pack mates face and telling her to suck off another.
Nora leaned forward, wrapping her lips around the large head of Conley’s dick and groaning softly at the taste of him. So familiar and yet so different. It positioned her up off Dawson's face, her ass and pussy waving in the air. Mason wasted no time, running his fingers through the mess of her arousal and his packmates saliva and gathering it on his fingers before he started gently massaging over her tender asshole. Nora moaned, pushing back on his one finger and needing to pull back from the cock in her mouth to gasp when he breached her. The stretch felt amazing and she could feel her arousal dripping out of her pussy and onto Dawon’s face. He didn’t seem to mind though, calling to Mason from his position between her legs.
“Hey man. Think you can get her to cum all over my face like this? Her pussy tastes fucking amazing.”
Mason chuckled behind her, a low growl backing it as he added a second finger and angled them to brush over her g spot. She didn’t think it was possible, given the fact that his fingers were in her ass and everything, and tried to pull back to tell him so but Conley had woven his thick fingers through her hair, holding her face to his cock gently as he started to thrust inside her mouth. Between the three of them Nora could do nothing but stay poised on her hands and knees as they took their pleasure in her body. She moaned around Conley’s cock when Mason’s fingers somehow managed to find that bundle of nerves inside her, even from this angle. She knew she was done for.
She could feel her toes curling as Mason drove his fingers against that spot again and again and again. Normally he seemed to delight in pulling orgasm after orgasm from her but this was different. Before the bombs had dropped, her husband had only been able to make her cum so hard she squirted once in her life. Mason would pull those wet orgasms from her body like it was nothing. He had once teased her that he was gonna get her on his throne one day and measure just how far she could. Just the thought of that had her cumming more than she ever had before. However there was something about this that made her body twist and turn. She didn’t want to cum so fast. Still his fingers pressed on and she could feel as her body started to spasm and he forced the orgasm from her.
Dawson groaned under her, gripping his own cock at the base to keep himself from getting too excited. He finally understood why Mason was so obsessed with the Overboss. He would be too if he could get her to squirt like that. It was the hottest thing he had ever seen. Nora even whined for the loss when Mason pulled his fingers from her ass and Dawson felt his cock twitch. Every time the three of them had shared a partner, it always ended up the same way, the logistics on all their sizes meaning there was only one way most partners could all three cocks at once. Mason rose to his knees, tapping Conley on the hip and the large man immediately let go of Nora’s hair. .
Mason slid them all close to the side of the bed, pulling Nora so she was straddling his lap but her ass was sticking out into the air. Dawson took up his position behind her, sliding his cock between her cheeks with a shuddering breath. Nora whined in delight every time she felt the head of his cock slide over her asshole, wondering what moment he would slowly push in. Mason caught her lips in a kiss, swallowing the moan of pleasure when Dawson finally did thrust inside her.
“Does that feel good, Kitten? You know what's going to happen now don’t you?” She shook her head, panting softly as Dawson pushed forward inch by slow inch. It felt amazing.
Mason continued.
“Well now all three of us are gonna feel all three of these holes with cum. And then we are gonna do it again and again and again until all you are just leaking. What did you think I meant when I said you were going to be marked inside and out?”
Dawson groaned behind her when she shivered, her body already hungry for more. As Mason ran the head of his thick cock between the wet folds of her pussy lips, Nora hiccupped in pleasure. There was no way that she was going to be able to fit Mason in her pussy with Dawson in her ass. Still the blunt pressure of the head of his cock lined up with her entrance and surprisingly Nora found herself reaching out for Conley’s cock to stifle her groans of pleasure tinged in pain.
It was a lot to take but somehow Nora managed it, as Mason and Dawson found a shallow rhythm, each thrusting in and out of her holes in time with the other. She worked Conley’s cock with her hands and mouth, the thickness of it impossible to fit anywhere else. Nora had never felt so amazing in her life, stretched to the point of bursting . Every time she thought about it a fresh wave of pleasure would roll through her and she could feel how each gush of her arousal made it easier for them to move inside her.
It was Dawson who broke first.
“Fuck boss. I’m gonna cum. You sure I can leave it in her ass?” The powerful orgasm that rocked through her body should have been answer enough, but Mason growled, using his thrusts to work her ass harder against the other man’s cock.
“Dawson If you
don’t
I’ll fucking kill you.”
That seemed to be all the other man needed and Nora whined at the feeling as Dawson’s thrusts became erratic before he grunted pushing in deeper as he came in her ass. Mason wasn’t far behind and like usual she couldn’t help but love the hot feeling of his seed inside her. Conley came last, painting her face and outstretched tongue with ropes of bitter seed.
It was probably two days later when Gage finally decided to go check on the Overboss. No one had seen her since a few of Mason’s closest goons had gone up to the Fizztop a few nights before and while that wasn’t completely unusual, the fact that the Pack currently also didn’t know where their three top commanders were was a small problem.
The elevator creaked as he rode it up and Gage just raised an eyebrow when instead of being able to step right into the Fizztop grill, he ran face first into Mason’s bare chest as he stood there like a brick wall.
“What do you want, Gage?”
“Need to talk to the Overboss. People are getting ansty.” Gage could hear the wet sound of skin on skin that could only mean one thing. Nora’s near pornographic moans didn’t help. Mason just smiled and stepped aside in response, letting Gage get a good eyeful of the scene in front of him.
Conley stood with his feet planted firmly on the ground. Nora’s short form was suspended in the air. He had her spread open wide, her knees hooked into his elbows with his hand tucked behind her head as he fucked his huge cock in and out of her asshole slowly. Dawson sat on the ground, watching in delight as he fisted his cock in time. Gage watched as a sudden spasm seemed to wrack her body when she made eye contact with him. Mason just laughed and slammed the button for the elevator to go back down to the ground floor. The park could wait until they were all good and done.
Gage blew out a long breath on his ride back down the elevator. Well that certainly did explain where she had been for the past free days and what she was doing. Gage sighed. Sure that was all well and good but how was he supposed to work with her now that he knew she liked anal and could squirt like a champion.