Sweeter Tease (Sequel To Sweet Tease)

Chapter Twelve

{Octavia's Point of View}

Winifred let out a snarl as she tied my wrists together.  I hadn't ever seen her this angry, but I wasn't going to argue with her about what she wanted.  I let her push my onto the bed, letting out a soft grunt as I bounced on the bed.  Winifred didn't let me wait for long as she walked over to where we kept our "marriage aides" and pulled out two of our strap-on's, as well as a cock cage that we had specially made for my dick.

 I whimpered as Janessa and Winifred both pulled on our strap-on's and made their way back to our bed.  I squirmed as Winifred took the cock cage we had and closed it quickly around my dick.  Janessa crawled on the bed, laying on her back and she pulled me atop her.  Winifred squeezed the lube bottle that she grabbed and lubed up the fake cock that Janessa was wearing.  

When she was satisfied with it being slick enough, she set the bottle down and grabbed my hips, guiding me onto Janessa's cock.  I moaned as the entire eight inches was pushed into my pussy.  Janessa started to move gently, teasing me.  My caged cock was painfully hard in the cage my wives put it in, but it made it easier to focus on not cumming.  I yelped in surprise as Winifred took her lubed dick and rubbed it against my asshole.

She teased me for a few minutes before she pushed the tip into my puckered hole.  I groaned hard when she breached my asshole, and moaned as she thrust gently, easing the seven inches inside me.  When she was hilted, both she and Janessa began thrusting at different times.  Once Winifred was sure that I was used to her dick, she gripped my hips and began to thrust hard and fast.  I began to drool on Janessa, who had begun thrusting hard into my pussy.

My moans were lost to the pleasure when Janessa leaned up and bit my neck.  I think I might have passed out a bit, because when I woke, my hands were no longer tied, but my wives were both still inside me.

I let out a huff when I failed to lean up.  With the way my wives left me, I would need a bit to recover.  I whimpered, laying atop Janessa, with Winifred atop my back, both panting as hard as I am.  Janessa licked her lips clean from where she had bitten my neck harshly.  Winifred kept her hands on either side of my shoulders as her hips kept grinding into and against me.  Her teeth found my shoulder harshly, a few times.

"You're going to introduce our son to the pack."

Winifred enunciated with a bite.

"You shouldn't have been able to get the witch pregnant unless she's a mate."

Janessa bucked her hips and I nearly screamed.

"She'll have to explain that to us."

I groaned, huffing on Janessa's neck.  Janessa did have a point, though.  I shouldn't have been able to get Ichure pregnant without her being either a full mate or a half mate, at least.  With one last rough thrust from both of them, I slammed into another orgasm, blacking out.

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I woke a few hours later, snuggled between my wives, enjoying the warmth.  I groaned a bit at how sore I felt, but knew that I'd do it again in a heartbeat if it meant they'd forgive me.  Stretching between my wives, I knew I had to get up and talk with Ichure about the mate thing.  Squirming, I managed to get out from between my wives.  Sighing, I got out of bed and got into the shower.  As I finished, I surveyed the marks and bruises that my wives had left on my body.

Pulling on a pair of sweats and a loose fitting tank-top, I brushed my hair and teeth, heading back into my bedroom.  Janessa and Winifred were awake, cuddling with each other.  Their attention snapped to me when I walked in.  I felt my cock twitch in my pants as they stared at me hungrily.  Winifred was the first to speak.

"As soon as our son has been introduced, we're going to come back and you're going to fuck us until there's no doubt that we're pregnant with your children."

I shivered, trying hard to not think of my wives pregnant and how much I loved when they were.  I cleared my throat and shook my head.

"Are you two going to dinner, or are you staying here?"

Winifred climbed atop Janessa and kissed her a bit roughly, the vampire's hands finding their way to the succubi's ass and squeezing as she did.

"We'll be down in a moment.  We're going to shower.  Go get the witch and our son."

I nodded and made my way downstairs, trying not to listen to my wives fucking each other before their shower.  Clearing my throat, I knocked on the door to the room I had lead my son and Ichure to earlier.

"Dinner will be ready soon.  I plan on introducing Donavan to the pack."

I heard a muffled answer from behind the door and turned to go to the kitchen.  I coughed into my hand as Ana and Mikael jumped apart.  I smiled warmly at the pair, filling with happiness that they still acted like giddy teenagers in love.  Ana jumped into fixing her hair while Mikael stared at her dumbly in love.  I grinned, knowingly.

"So, how's dinner coming along?"

I made my way past them to where our cooks were finishing the pack dinner.  I sniffed the beef shoulder and veggies they had seasoned.  I groaned at how delicious it smelled.

"Goddess, it smells divine."

I complimented the cooks, smiling warmly.  Most packs forced their Omegas to cook for their packs.  I refused to follow that hierarchy.  I was the top Alpha, but we had Alphas, Betas, Omegas, warriors, healers, doctors, and various other species (for our mates).  It wasn't that I was trying to stray from the Old Ways, but I didn't want to force my pack members into a position that they didn't fit into or like.  While a lot of packs went by their own breeding patterns with the seasons, we didn't have that.  Well, we wolves didn't.  I noticed that Janessa, Winifred, and Mikael got more aggressive, horny, and clingy during certain months.

They called these months their "breeding season."  It was possible to get them pregnant or get others pregnant without those seasons, but during those seasons they became extra fertile.  Pregnancy was guaranteed during this time.  I huffed lightly as my wives, Ichure, and Donavan were standing in the doorway.  Smiling warmly, I motioned for the four of them to find their place at the table.

Once everyone was seated and had their meals in front of them, I stood at my seat at the head of the table.  Everyone looked at me as I stood, and I cleared my throat, motioning with my hand toward Ichure and Donavan.  Loud growls filled the dining room as my pack noticed that the Supreme witch we had grown to hate was sitting at our kitchen table, eating with us.

"As you all know, this is the Supreme of the Witches, Ichure Divine.  Well, the man siting next to her is my son, Donavan."