Novelas y relatos de Multiple Men

“Because the men who are ideal for you… come as a pair.” Lena dropped her face into her hands. “Calliope…” Calliope flipped a page on her notepad. “Do you know what a ménage is?” “Yes!” Lena squeaked. “I’m not ninety!” “Good,” Calliope said. “Then I don’t need to explain the logistics. But I will explain the emotional side.” “Please don’t,” Lena begged. Calliope ignored her completely. “Two men. Balanced. Equal. Different strengths. Each drawn to you for separate reasons. Together, they’re a whole. A triad.”

The timestamp showed it was from last night—after he had taken Sophie into the hotel and stayed for three hours, he came out and went straight to his second rendezvous of the night. I had already had someone investigate that father and son thoroughly. For years, they'd made a living through scams and cons, preying on people like harvesting crops—cut one round and move on. Later, they ran into someone they couldn't afford to mess with and nearly landed in jail. In the end, they escaped only by paying out every last cent they had. That was when they came running to my mother for refuge. As for Bruce, he was a notorious playboy. His "record" was meeting five women in one night, something he had

Now it’s stronger, and he looks scarier; feels more terrifying. Two men, whose backs are turned to her, bow to the alpha. The one by his right is dressed in a velvety wine-colored suit, while the one by his left looks rough around the edges, his whole attire made of black and brown leather. The shrieks and whispers continue in the background, especially from the women. “They’re here! The alpha’s brothers are back! The pack’s ambassador and the pack’s delight are here. Moon’s Wrath’s powerful trinity are finally together!”

Her phone blinked with profiles of men on the dating app: Marcos, muscular with gym photos showing defined abs and a bulge in his pants that promised thickness; Pedro, 35, tattooed with stubble and mischievous looks in bar selfies; and Thiago, 30, tall and well-endowed, with previous messages full of promises like "I'm gonna wreck you until you beg." "I want real cocks, filling everything, cum dripping from my mouth, pussy, and ass like a slut in ecstasy," she thought, juices already dripping from her slit as she imagined the gangbang, three men using her mercilessly, cocks invading orifices, hot semen filling her until it leaked.

“You're really big for an omega. Aren't you like six feet? I've never seen an omega that size.” I smiled awkwardly at what Jayden said. From the small conversation from last night, I had come to know that Jayden didn't talk much among the three. “Yeah. Your size really intrigues us. I hope that wouldn't be a problem in your submission duties.” I shook my head. “I'm open to submitting in every way.” A waiter entered briefly and held a clipboard in one hand. The attention of all the three men turned towards the waiter. “Sirs, is there anything I can get for you?”

Standing on the other side were five freaking hefty men with murderous glares. My blood ran cold as my eyes took them in from head to toe. Each man was built like a brick house, muscular and tall, with arms the size of tree trunks. Their faces were stern and chiselled, with hard jaws and identical black eyes that seemed to bore into my soul. They were bald, and that seemed to add to the dangerous aura wafting out from them. And the inks? Oh my freaking heavens. They were covered, from head to toes in tattoos.

More than one set. Mathew stepped into the doorway first. Behind him, I counted them… seven men. All of them are tall. Broad. Muscular under plain dark clothes. They filled the hallway and then the room, their presence sucking the air out of it. None of them smiled. None of them looked surprised.

I was already shaking, impaled on Marcus beneath me and Ryan behind me, when the full weight of what was happening crashed over me. Marcus’s thick cock filled my pussy completely, stretching me wide as I straddled him, while Ryan’s even thicker shaft buried deep in my ass. The dual penetration made me feel impossibly full, every nerve ending screaming in overwhelming pleasure. Jake’s cock throbbed in my mouth, sliding slowly down my throat as I gagged and drooled around him. Three men inside me at once. And four more waiting, stroking their hard cocks and watching with dark, hungry eyes.

Enough to fix everything, at least for a little while. He pushed the door open. And I stepped inside. And froze. That was when I saw four more men were already there. All of them naked. All of them in their mid-to-late forties or fifties, fit, tanned, the kind of rich that shows in the way they carry themselves. Their cocks were hard, heavy, and they were stroking them slowly, casually, like they’d been waiting for me. One of them gave a low chuckle when he saw my face.

He can't just reel his joy in right now. "Everyone, " Ruput bellowed, "Change of plans! " "What? " The men were bewildered, only the respect and fear they have for Ruput was keeping them senile on this occasion. "Yea. " Ruput answered. "You're the Titan in the Titan group " he whispered to Tom who giggled.