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When False wakes up, it is to soft sighs, quiet moans, and the feeling of the bed dipping next to her. As she turns on her left shoulder, she gets greeted by the picture of Pearl humping the pillow between her legs as she simultaneously fucks herself into Gem’s fingers. The image sets her core on fire as she makes a noise that sounds vaguely like she’s dying. She remembers, quite suddenly, that they are in one of the server’s heat dens, which was big enough to house all of them.
“Oh, did Pearly wake you up False?” Gem says quietly, not a whisper but close. “See? I told you you were making too much noise, Pearl. You should apologize.”
False can’t help but shiver at the authoritative tone in Gem’s voice, but even that is nothing compared to the way Pearl sobs when Gem stops moving her fingers.
“A-Ah, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please Gem, please,” the alpha begs, hips bucking to coarse Gem’s digits deeper into her.
False’s brain stops working, not quite wrapping around the situation at hand.
Here is Pearl, an alpha in the cusp of her rut, three fingers up her ass and reduced to a sobbing, begging mess by her omega, who would look entirely unaffected if it weren’t for her blushed face. It is incredibly hot, but also not at all what False had expected when the others had invited her to spend Pearl’s rut with them.
“It’s so early and they’re already at it.” Cleo’s whisper on her ear sends False into a full body shiver.
An arm wraps around her middle and a hand splays on her stomach, and False suddenly feels very, very warm.
It’s been a couple of seasons since Pearl and Gem joined, but False hasn’t yet had the chance to be intimate with them. Cleo is another story altogether. They’ve known each other since joining Hermitcraft all the way back in season 2. False has kissed her before, has felt them inside, lighting up her very core. Although she’s nervous about being here with Gem and Pearl, Cleo pressed to her back and caressing her with their hands makes her feel safe.
“What time is it?” Her throat feels painfully dry as she observes Gem pull her fingers out of Pearl, who whines pathetically at the loss.
“Don’t worry about it.” Cleo whispers. Their hand slips under her shorts and underwear and two fingers press against her clit, rubbing gentle circles on it. False is overcome by a full body shiver and hurries to unbuckle her shorts to make it easier for Cleo to move.
Gem pours a generous amount of lube onto her hand and lathers her strap with it, stroking it a couple of times to make sure it’s properly covered. False swallows loudly. Cleo’s fingers tease her entrance and she can’t help but buck her hips slightly, biting her lips to hold back a whimper.
“Oh my~” Gem says as she turns to look at the two of them. “Look Pearl, you’re putting such a good show for Falsie and Cleo.”
Gem leans forward, teasing the toy against Pearl’s cunt, making the alpha desperately rut against her. She grabs Pearl’s hair and tugs lightly so the alpha sits up and looks at them. Pearl whines again when she sees False, leaning on Cleo with her legs spread as the alpha teases her with their fingers but doesn’t put them in, not yet. False looks at Pearl, her eyes trailing down her perky breasts all the way to the leaking alphan clit between her legs.
Then she sees the wet spot on the pillow Pearl had been humping. She can imagine the pillow will smell of Pearl’s musk for days and she feels dizzy with the wave of desire that overcomes her. Her cunt aches and she grabs Cleo’s wrist for dear life. “Cleo, please–”
Cleo immediately shoves two fingers into her, setting up a tortuously slow pace as Gem shoves Pearl back against the pillow and finally, finally thrusts the dildo into her until she’s completely bottomed out. Pearl whines, and False can see her fight to decide if she wants to press closer to Gem or rut into the pillow–and god, False wants to be that pillow.
She presses against Cleo and feels her hardness against the curve of her ass. The moan she lets out is embarrassing. Cleo adds a third finger as they kiss her neck and the shell of her ear.
“Are you hungry for more, Falsie?” She drags her fingers against False’s walls and False wants to cry. It’s so good. It’s not enough. “Wouldn’t you like for Pearlie to fuck you? She could mount you, fuck you until she pops her knot into you, hm?”
“Yes–”
Cleo’s fingers pick up speed, hitting all the right spots in her.
“Wanna be a good little knot-sleeve for our Pearl?”
False nods frantically. “Yes, please. Cleo–”
The alpha’s fingers in her stop abruptly and a sob rips out of her throat at being edged so brutally. Cleo removes their hand from her underwear and helps her get out of her clothes. False’s legs feel shaky as the two stand up and move closer to the pair. Gem is fucking Pearl into the pillow, and Pearl can barely hold herself with her arms.
Gem slows down and once again pulls Pearl back by her hair as she realizes what Cleo wants to do. Pearl whines, but obeys. She looks out of her mind, all coherent thoughts fucked out of her long ago. Cleo removes the pillow and helps False lie down under Pearl, legs splayed open, ready for the alpha. False looks at Pearl’s cock and swears she sees it twitch.
“Look Pearl, we brought you a nice little hole to fuck.” Cleo says as she holds her open for Pearl.
False can feel all her blood rushing down to that single point, and she wants so badly she might have a breakdown if Pearl doesn’t fuck her immediately. She can still feel Cleo’s cock pressed against her back and she cannot understand why it only seems to be Pearl and her losing their minds. Even Gem looks composed.
“You know Cleo… I think we can make them work for it.” Gem says, but all False can hear is Pearl’s keen whine.
The alpha seems completely robbed of speech, only capable of those animalistic noises that she keeps making. False remembers, somewhere in the back of her mind, Cleo’s explanation of how Pearl was a little primal, just like Ren, and suddenly it makes a lot more sense. All False wants is to have Pearl fuck her. Now.
”Keep your legs well spread, Falsie,” Cleo reminds her. “You’ll be a good omega for us, right? For Pearl?”
The single request is like flipping a switch inside of False’s mind. The combination of rut pheromones with Cleo’s treatment has finally shoved her over the edge, and she feels the way her cunt starts producing slick non-stop. She isn’t an omega, she is a beta, and a difficult one to bitch or stud, at that. But in this moment, with the fire spreading over her belly, she knows she’s about to slip into a sympathetic heat. She cannot think of anything she wants more.
“Come on Pearl, you have to be a good alpha for your omega, yeah?” Gem gave a little thrust, pushing Pearl closer to False. “You have to make her come before you can enjoy your prize.”
Pearl gets on her elbows, grabs her thighs to keep her still, and licks at her slit. False shivers and pants, then Pearl begins to eat her out in earnest, lapping up the slick dripping out of her like it’s the sweetest thing she’s ever tasted. False can’t help it when she tangles her hands in Pearl’s hair and grinds up into her mouth, trying to coarse her tongue deeper into her. She moans, already so close to the edge she comes rather fast, body seizing up. Pearl keeps her legs spread wide, still going at her cunt until Gem pulls her back.
False knows she’s definitely experiencing a sympathetic heat, because it’s not nearly enough and she cannot stop leaking. Gem and Cleo reposition them both, with False now fully laid on the nest. Pearl finally trusts shallowly, missing False’s entrance and instead rubbing her cock against False’s clit; it feels like she might push her right back to the edge. Pearl hits home base on her next try, and she feels bigger than False had expected. She bottoms out slowly, dragging every inch of hers into False, guided by Gem’s steady hands on her hips. It isn’t enough. False wants Pearl to fuck her hard and fast–wants Pearl to break her into pieces until she becomes unrecognizable.
Instead, Gem forces Pearl into a tortuously slow pace, whispering into her ear that if she doesn’t behave she will pull out and fuck False instead, who’s being so good to all of them. False whimpers but doesn’t say anything. She knows she’s not supposed to; she knows she’s meant to be nothing but a hole to be filled in that moment. It should not turn her on as much as it does.
Gem thrusts slowly into Pearl, pushing her deeper into False and then dragging her back slowly by the grip on her hips. Pearl is crying and panting, reduced to a wolf in heat. False is not doing much better, hand gripping onto Cleo’s legs for some source of stability.
“Steady, good girl,” Gem says, keeping up the pace. False is about ready to beg for the both of them, since it seems Pearl has given up her words.
“I think that’s enough Gem,” Cleo says, carding their fingers through False’s hair. “I think we can reward them now.”
With a nod, Gem snaps her hips, and the next thrust from Pearl is much rougher. It takes the alpha in rut no time to get the idea, as she starts trusting into False like she means it and then fucking herself back on Gem’s toy. False can’t keep her voice down afterwards. Pearl is absolutely ruthless, fucking her like she might die if she doesn’t breed False, and the bitched beta can’t do anything but take it all.
False hears something wet to her right, and when she turns slightly, she finds Cleo has pulled their own shorts down and are jerking their own enlarged clit. The musky scent clouds her senses and False can feel the way her mouth drops open, tongue lolling out in offering because she wants so badly to suck Cleo off.
"You want me?" Cleo asks, voice soft, and doesn't even wait for a reply as they straddle False's shoulders, not quite sitting on her face, and begin thrusting into her mouth.
False takes it in easily, sucking and dragging her tongue across the underside, her moans quietened by the shaft in her mouth. She savors the salty taste of pre-cum, thinking briefly of asking to take both Cleo and Pearl in the future, but all thoughts are erased as Pearl growls softly, pace picking up and becoming more erratic. The alpha is close, and False can't help but whine at the thought of being knotted.
Cleo pulls away. "Open up, Falsie," she says, and False obediently opens her mouth. Cleo jerks off a few more times and then cums in her mouth, knot inflating uselessly into her palm. It's such a waste, even if Cleo was just trying to make sure not to hurt her.
As soon as Cleo gets off, Pearl is all over her, kissing her and sharing Cleo's seed between them. False moans Pearl's name into the alpha's mouth when she feels the knot begin to catch. It seems like it won't go in, and Pearl growls in frustration. She thrusts harder, fucking the knot into False, and the beta cums in a silent scream, body tensing impossibly until both of them finally relax into a pile of bodies.
Pearl nuzzles into her neck, kissing, licking and nibbling at her scent glands, grinding her hips slightly, making False feel the swollen knot inside of her. From behind Pearl's head, she sees as Cleo approaches Gem and gets her to cum with the dildo inside of her, but her eyes are rapidly fluttering closed. She's exhausted.
She gathers the alpha still sheathed in her arms, and the two of them settle contentedly for a nap, knowing that their packmates would keep them safe no matter what.