Finally, we’re all in the apartment. As usual, Macy has prepared dinner. She’s dressed sweetly, in a pink dress with a v-neck that spills those creamy tits out for full view. I’m pretty sure there are seven hard-ons under the table, straining and achy.
“So,” she says, biting that luscious lower lip of hers, “I’ve called you all here to tell you that I’ve done a lot of soul-searching these past two days.”
“Hold on,” I say, putting up a hand. “First, let me tell you that we support whatever decision you want. We’re not great at sharing feelings and shit, but we need you to know that we love you, Macy. We love you enough to let you go, if that’s what you want.”
“We don’t want you to go,” Matt adds, voice rough. “We want you with us, but your happiness is important too. More important than anything else,” he finishes on a growl.
The chorus of agreement brings tears to the female’s eyes. She looks into her lap and collects her emotions before speaking again.
“I love all of you,” she says quietly. “So much. And I was blind to anything outside of this world we’ve built, so when I found Heather, it was a real dose of reality that I wasn’t ready for. But I realize now that you did what you thought best by letting her go.”
“We got her a counselor,” Trent says. “And some really good doctors. She’ll recover and find a way to move on.”
Macy’s shock is evident on her beautiful face, eyes wide, mouth open. But then the girl nods.
“Thank you,” she says, taking a deep breath. “That makes this so much easier to say. Because ….”
You could hear a pin drop in the silence that ensues.
“I’m with you,” she says, smiling. “I choose you. All of you.”
And the conquering roar of seven alphas is pretty damn loud. It starts as a hum, slowly growing to a cacophony, shaking the room with our triumph and lust.
Macy clasps her hands over her ears, nodding while smiling. But that’s not enough. In a flash, we’re out of our seats, picking up the curvy female, spinning her around, showering that delectable form with kisses.
“You won’t regret it,” comes my raspy promise. “Ever.”
“Sweetheart,” growls Ford. “You’re ours, now. For keeps.”
And of course, Macy gives in. She kisses me, opening her mouth under my tongue, mewling and wet, compliant in our arms once more.
“Yes,” the sweet female breathes. “Yes, this is the way it should be.”
And fuck but we’re ready to feast now. But it’s not food that makes our stomachs growl. We haven’t been in that pussy for two days now, and the addiction is a raging demon in our blood, turning us into insatiable, ravaging beasts.
But Macy knows. The girl spreads her legs and I dive right in, my mouth finding her sweet cunt wet and willing. My brothers lick and bite at those creamy breasts, suckling her nipples as the girl cries out, lost already. Macy’s a meal we’d gladly eat every single night of the week without complaint.
After all, the female is the most responsive lover any of us have ever had, hands down. She wins the prize for being the most ready, the most willing, the most generous. And she comes like nobody’s business, sometimes as many as ten times in one session between the sheets.
Because Macy’s been hungry too. Writhing on the kitchen countertop, the girl’s breathing becomes heavy, harsh pants making those big boobies rise violently. Her back arches from the table, spine going ramrod stiff for an instant as that pussy gives it up. Oh yeah, that cunt clamps around my fingers like a vise, and her clit literally shakes against my tongue, so fucking hard.
“Unnnh!” the female cries out, eyes closed and head tilted back to reveal her perfect profile. “Unnnh!”
“Go with it honey,” I rumble into her folds, licking her through the spasms. “Let yourself go.”
But she lets go in another way altogether. We thought Macy was gonna spurt, that a beautiful geyser of fluid would shoot from her pussy, drenching us in female juice. But something else happens as well. In the throes of orgasm, the girl spasms once more, hard, before crying out, “I’m pregnant!”
Holy fucking shit!
Is it true?
My tongue stills for a moment, meeting my brothers’ eyes over her throbbing clit.
But it has to be true, why would she lie?
Our sweet girl is having our baby!
I lap her clit furiously then, biting down once, hard. She screams with ecstasy and juices gush down my throat, the manifestation of her love. My dick spurts on its own as I eat everything she has to give, hot white jizz painting the kitchen table white, drizzling down to the floor below. That’s right. Like a fifteen year-old boy, I ejaculate, unstoppable, sperm flooding everywhere.