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The entire room smelled of strawberries. Vash knew it, but he couldn’t stop it, not this deep into his heat.
He paced his nest, checking the bed, the sheets, the pillows, the candles burning on the bureau. Vash searched for any imperfection. They would both be here soon, or at least one of them, Vash hoped. He’d invited both out of sheer desperation, prepared to take whoever got here first to claim him.
He squirmed at the thought, his pussy hot and throbbing. He could feel it peeling open inside his pants, unfurling like a flower, the small tentacles crowning his clit wriggling and writhing. Most of the time it was small and tidy, sitting neatly folded up. But when his heat hit, it would open up like leaves searching for the sun and finger-length tentacles would uncurl to grasp after a mate.
Hopefully, one would be here any moment.
In the meantime, his pussy was dripping, filling his nest with the scent of fresh, sweet strawberries.
Vash curled up on the bed, even the act of squeezing his thighs together so stimulating it almost hurt. He was so sensitive he could feel his every heartbeat thumping in his cunt. Slowly, timidly, he reached down for himself, barely brushing that hungry heat over his clothes.
He moaned from even that light touch. The small tentacles wriggled, seeking his hand. He gave them slow, delicate strokes, trying to hold back, to save something for when his mates arrived, but it grew more difficult every moment. The tentacles tried to clasp him through his pants, frantic and needy. He squirmed his hand into his pants, the desire too great for him to deny. His pussy was burning, every fold and tentacle wet as he rubbed his hand over them. Vash groaned, hand moving faster inside his pants, all thought banished by the hunger gnawing its way through him.
“Couldn’t even wait for me? Tsk,” a voice drawled.
Vash gasped and yanked his hand free, but there was no denying the scent perfuming the nest or the slickness on his fingers. Wolfwood filled the doorway to the room, his tall, lean frame silhouetted by the light spilling in from outside.
He looked Vash up and down, then threw the door shut behind himself as he took one long step into the room.
Wolfwood was on Vash in an instant, flipping him onto his back, yanking his pants down to see his shameful need for himself. He slotted himself between Vash’s legs, forcing him to lay splayed open as Wolfwood’s cool eyes appraised him.
All Vash could do was lie beneath him and pant. “Please,” he rasped, too hot for shame. There was nothing as important as Wolfwood’s cock inside him, now that the possibility lay so close at hand.
“Can’t hold back, huh?” Wolfwood said. “You need it that bad?”
“Yes,” Vash said. “Yes, please, yes.”
He rolled his hips at nothing, his pussy trying to open itself even wider. His scent grew stronger every moment, and Vash knew it had to be having an effect on Wolfwood. As one of Vash’s alphas, the smell would instantly send Wolfwood into a breeding frenzy. At least, it should have, but Wolfwood remained frustratingly composed as he loosened his pants and drew out his cock. His smoky, leathery scent puffed out from within his clothing, low and soothing as Wolfwood’s raspy voice.
Vash panted as he watched Wolfwood stroke himself, watched Wolfwood’s cock plump up thick and long. He needed it inside him, needed it now, but Wolfwood seemed determined to take his time with every pump.
“Please,” Vash whined in a desperate final plea.
Wolfwood’s chuckle was low and dark. “Fine, fine. So needy.”
But he lowered his hips all the same, angling himself at Vash. The moment the head of his cock kissed Vash’s aching entrance, those tiny wriggling tentacles tried to draw Wolfwood in. They left slick trails on Wolfwood’s shaft as they attempted to wrap around it and coax it inside.
It had barely gone in past the head when the door opened a second time.
It slammed shut just as quickly, and both Vash and Wolfwood startled. Candlelight danced across a figure who could have been Vash himself, except for that coldness in the eyes, that hardness in every line of the face.
“Knives,” Vash gasped.
“Started without me?” Knives said, bitter amusement cutting through his voice. “Are you letting someone else see to you? I thought we were brothers.”
“I…” Vash floundered for words, too lost in his need to formulate a response.
Knives paced toward the bed, casually dropping the layers of his robe as he did so, revealing himself one fallen bit of fabric at a time. A scent like fresh pine needles and overturned earth rolled through the room, mingling with the smell of strawberries and smoke. By the time Knives reached the edge of the bed, his hard cock stood on full display, and Vash barely managed not to lick his lips as Knives’ scent flooded his senses.
“I’m hurt,” Knives said. “I thought I was special.”
“Get the hell out of here,” Wolfwood snapped. “As you can see, I’ve got him.”
“Oh yes, I can see that you slipped inside him while I was away,” Knives said, “but that hardly means you can satisfy him. Step aside and let me give him what he actually needs.”
“Like hell am I doing that,” Wolfwood snarled. His voice deepened, a feral edge creeping into his words.
“Oh?” Knives said.
That was all, but the challenge in that single word rang through the room. Vash trembled, a mixture of need and uncertainty and fear streaking through him.
“P-please,” he said, not even sure who he was asking, what he was asking. He just knew he needed them, either of them, one of them, both of them, it no longer mattered. “Please.”
Knives leapt onto the bed, tackling Wolfwood as he did. The motion wrenched Wolfwood’s cock out of Vash, leaving him empty once more. Vash groaned, splayed out beneath his alphas as they wrestled for dominance. They snarled, tearing at each other, almost heedless of Vash.
Knives shoved Wolfwood off the bed. He fell with a crash, but he’d hardly hit the floor before Knives was moving onto Vash, ripping away the last of his clothing. Knives grabbed one of Vash’s legs and pushed it back until Vash’s knee was nearly in his mouth. The position left him completely open, his cunt completely exposed. Knives positioned his cock with his free hand, then shoved his way inside Vash.
His first thrust was deep and hard and relentless. Knives didn’t bother slowly entering Vash and letting him adjust. In one stroke, he was buried to the hilt, Vash’s ankle propped up on his shoulder as Knives speared him on his cock.
Vash arched, shouting at the ceiling, his body ablaze. He was finally, finally getting what he needed, but the suddenness of it was like a punch to the gut. Vash’s cunt throbbed around Knives as he started thrusting into Vash. His body lay pliant and open as Knives wielded him with rough efficiency.
“Hell no,” Wolfwood snarled.
Then he was back on the bed and grappling with Knives. Wolfwood grabbed him from behind, an arm around his neck. Knives scrabbled after that arm, clawing and biting, but Wolfwood refused to let go as he attempted to wrench Knives backward and out of Vash. Knives’s cock slipped out, leaving Vash gaping all over again. God, what had he been thinking calling on both of them? With the heat so heavy upon them all, there was no way they wouldn’t end up brawling like this.
And in the meantime, all Vash wanted was for one of them to fill the gaping chasm inside him. Being empty again was torture. Every nerve in Vash’s body screamed for stimulation, his body pulsing with need. He reached for himself, hoping to at least stick his own fingers inside himself, but someone smacked his hand away.
“No,” Wolfwood said. His eyes were wild, his hair mussed from fighting Knives. Somehow, he’d won this latest round, and now he was shoving his cock inside Vash’s waiting hole.
Vash sighed, eyes flickering shut once he was finally, blissfully full again. Wolfwood’s strokes were longer and smoother, but just as frantic in the moment. He drove his cock in deep with every thrust, hips beating against Vash.
He did not last long.
Knives was back on him in a moment, yanking Wolfwood’s hair. Wolfwood scrabbled after his hands. Vash was left empty once more when Knives pulled hard enough to wrench Wolfwood backward.
The alphas clawed at each other, nails scraping across bare chests, teeth going after anything they could reach. Their cocks were still hard, still ready, as ready as Vash’s cunt was to receive them, but he couldn’t have either one while they brutalized each other.
A punch knocked Knives off-balance, but before Wolfwood could take Vash again, Knives recovered. He grabbed for Wolfwood’s throat, hands closing around it and crushing the air out of him. Wolfwood raked at Knives’ hands, drawing blood with his desperate scratching. He found a finger and bent it until it seemed it might break, forcing Knives to let go. Still, the lack of air left Wolfwood unsteady, and Knives took advantage of the moment to knock him back off the bed.
“This time, I will have you,” Knives said.
That dark promise rumbled through Vash. He should have been concerned about how all of this was unfolding, but all he could think in that moment was that his agony might soon end.
“Please,” he said, his constant refrain through all of this. “I need you. I need your knot.”
“I know,” Knives said. “And you will have it. You will have all of me. I’ll breed you full of my seed.”
“Yes,” Vash said, his entire body shuddering from the promise.
Knives positioned himself under Vash this time, hugging Vash’s back against his chest. Vash’s legs lay spread out wide, Knives’ between them. From this position, Vash could easily lower himself onto Knives’ cock, taking him good and deep.
Vash groaned from the glorious fullness, almost limp as he lay atop Knives. Knives wasted no time, thrusting his hips up, fucking Vash hard from underneath him. The tentacles of Vash’s pussy had grown frantic. They grabbed at Knives’ cock as though aiding each and every thrust.
But Wolfwood was still here, and with Vash’s heat suffusing the entire nest, he clearly would not be deterred.
He climbed back onto the bed. Knives growled and hugged Vash tighter against himself. He kicked at Wolfwood, but Wolfwood swatted his leg aside. He forced himself between Knives’ knees. Then a second cock was pushing at Vash, responding to his need, demanding to be inside him.
Vash gasped. “I-it’s too much. It’s too big,” he whined.
Neither Wolfwood nor Knives was listening. Knives kept on thrusting as though racing to claim Vash before Wolfwood could get to him. And Wolfwood leaned over Vash, trying to pin him down atop Knives so he could force his way inside.
They were a tumble of limbs, Knives on the bottom and Wolfwood hunching over top with Vash caught in the middle, legs spread and cunt gaping and hot. Wolfwood found enough leverage to nudge his cockhead at Vash and begin stretching him even more.
Vash groaned, even as his body screamed from the extra stretch. Knives was still filling him, but somehow Wolfwood was stretching him wider, opening him up so much it felt like he’d tear in half.
“Y-you’re going to b-break me,” Vash groaned.
Neither of the alphas listened. Neither stopped. Wolfwood’s cock wrenched Vash open, ripping him so wide Vash screamed at the ceiling. It was too much. They were going to destroy him if they both tried to breed him at once. Yet his pussy was still opening for them, still gushing with wetness even as the alphas stretched Vash to breaking.
Vash had never dared to imagine both of them inside him at once. It felt impossible, yet there they were, grinding against each other as they fought for space inside him. Knives jerked his hips up from beneath Vash while Wolfwood plunged inside from over him.
Vash jolted between them, limp in their combined hold. His eyes rolled, his mouth hanging open as he tried to find the right sounds for the overwhelming combination of both his alphas churning inside him. His cunt screamed from the stretch, even as warmth flooded him and slicked his entrance. Despite the difficulty, his body shrieked with pleasure, singing with the knowledge that he was full to breaking. Either of them could knot him any moment, could spill inside him and sate his need at last.
He attempted to voice this, to beg one of them to finally knot and breed him, but all that came out when Vash tried was a high, pleading whine.
They seemed to understand. Wolfwood snarled, thrusting harder, like he meant to jolt Knives out of Vash. One of them would lose this battle, whichever one did not claim Vash thoroughly enough, but right now Vash had no idea who it would be. Their cocks were both slamming deep inside him, pummeling that hot, desperate need right out of him.
Wolfwood’s cries grew louder. He hunched over, his thrusts becoming frantic. Vash trembled with eagerness, sensing Wolfwood’s edge fast approaching. At last, he’d get filled the way he needed, stuffed full of seed so he could sate his urgent desire.
But before Wolfwood’s cock could stopper Vash’s cunt, Knives got a foot on the other alpha’s chest. He pushed hard, and suddenly Wolfwood was torn free of Vash’s pussy, the exit so hasty and violent that Vash cried out. Wolfwood tumbled backwards off the bed, hitting the floor with a thud.
Vash didn’t even have time to ache from the loss. The moment Knives had control, he wrapped his arms tightly around Vash’s middle, squeezed him hard and fucked him in earnest.
It was brutal and blunt. Knives dispensed with any subtlty, any grace. He threw his hips up, driving into Vash with hard slaps of skin against skin.
Vash screamed and jolted atop Knives, a boat caught in stormy seas. There was nothing he could do but lie there with his legs open and his cunt throbbing as Knives took him at last. Even Wolfwood didn’t fight it any longer, just sat up where he’d fallen on the floor and glared at the display. There could be no more question about how this would end; Knives had made sure of that.
Vash’s eyes fluttered shut. Pleasure overtook him, even as his pussy pulsed from the pounding it had received. Knives was growing inside him, getting larger every moment until a heavy, thick bulb filled Vash’s cunt. Knives couldn’t pull out anymore. He was locked inside Vash, that knot plugging Vash up completely.
“Mine,” Knives snarled.
Then his seed was gushing into Vash, filling him in a way Vash swore he could feel as it stretched his womb.
Vash shook. He shrieked. Slick squirted from his cunt as Knives emptied inside him, his whole pussy burning hot.
“Knives,” Vash moaned. “Knives.”
The seed was so thick and voluminous inside him. He swore his belly had to be distending just to fit it all, but he was too lost in ecstasy to open his eyes and check. Instead, Vash simply lay there atop Knives, held possessively by the alpha while his seed sat warm inside him and Vash squirted all over both of them.
The knot slowly loosened, and Knives eased out of Vash. But he did not go far. He kept hugging Vash against him, even as he shuffled so they lay on their sides. A grumbling Wolfwood joined them, facing Vash and petting a hand along his cheek.
“Th-thank you,” Vash said, voice still ragged. “Thank you for coming here.”
Knives kissed his shoulder. “It is our duty.”
“Next time, I finish him,” Wolfwood said.
“We’ll see,” Knives said.
Vash tensed, but they did not go on fighting. As much as they might compete with each other, they were also attentive to Vash’s needs, especially in moments such as this. They ceased their bickering to hold and pet him, easing Vash down from the high of having his mates inside him.
Vash let a hand drift to his belly. It still felt warm, and perhaps just a little bit bloated. Was that his imagination? Wishful thinking? The heat was fading, leaving a different, quieter desire behind in its place.
Knives’ hand joined Vash’s on his belly.
“We may get pups this time,” Knives said.
The words thrilled Vash, but he tried to tamp back his excitement. “Maybe,” he said. “Who knows?”
“I have a good feeling about it,” Knives said.
Wolfwood’s hand joined theirs. “I do too.” He tilted toward Vash, kissing him softly, a contrast to all the frenzy of only a few moments ago. “You were wonderful.”
Vash shook his head. “You two took care of me. It wasn’t me.”
“Shh,” Knives said. “Of course it was you. If it weren’t for you, neither of us would be here. Isn’t that right, Wolfwood?”
Wolfwood looked reluctant to agree, but he nodded all the same. “We simply respond to our mate when he needs us, but you are the real marvel here.”
“And soon, you’ll carry our pups for us,” Knives said.
He cuddled up closer at Vash’s back, sighing with contentment. Not to be outdone, Wolfwood shifted closer, throwing a leg over Vash’s, his hand lingering on Vash’s belly.
Vash floated between them, his body light with release and heavy with the life brewing within it all at once. Exhaustion set in, humming in every limb as his alphas held him and lulled him gently to sleep between them. The smell of strawberries hung in the air, darkened by smoke and fresh earth, the scent of the three of them, the scent of what they may create together.