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“No, no no no Luce. Gentle, c’mon.” Julien wasn’t sure how they’d ended up with her here, trying to soothe an insensate Lucy from tearing her partners to ribbons with the desperation of her heat. Next time, they were filing her nails pre-heat, manicure be damned. “She needs it faster, Phoebe.”“I can’t.”Lucy wailed, clawing at her face and Phoebe’s arms. Julien could tell that Phoebe was trying not to show the pain, but as Lucy shook harder with desperation, digging in her nails, Julien could see blood appearing under her hands.“Shhhh, shhhhhhh. Breathe with me, Lu.”The strangled moan that came out of Lucy’s mouth sounded horrifically more like pain than pleasure, face totally flush.“I know it hurts, baby, please. You have to be gentle.”“Julien, you have to hold her arms. She’s going to hurt herself.” The crazed look had entered Phoebe’s face, eyes almost unseeing in her panic and lust.“Julien.”“She’s too strong.”Omega hormones coursed through Lucy’s veins, the same biological imperative that led mantis’ to eat their mates, mothers to defend their children. She was always strong, but like this, she gave Phoebe a run for her money.“One second, just- just hold on.”Julien leapt off the bed, scrambling through their dresser drawer of toys. When she found what she was looking for, she grabbed it and ran back across their bedroom, Lucy sobbing with Phoebe struggling to hold her wrists tight, unable to relax into knotting her while flexing her strength.“Give me her wrist.”Wordlessly, Phoebe shifted her grip, and Julien fastened the first of a pair of cuffs over Lucy’s forearm. They’d picked an extra strong pair for when Phoebe wanted to struggle, but right now Julien was just praying to God that these would be strong enough to hold.Already attached together for convenience, the cuffs were a padded and reinforced leather, hardware gleaming against the red flush of Lucy’s heat stained skin.Julien wrapped the second cuff next, fighting their omega to be able to wedge a couple fingers in to check tightness.Lucy writhed between them, a scream of frustration leaving her throat, as she thrashed in place.“I think we have to bring her down.” Phoebe’s face was grim, wounds bleeding freely over her biceps, shoulders scraped as well.Julien nodded her confirmation, and they tipped Lucy to her back on the bed, Phoebe wrestling her way to between her legs. Lucy thrashed, as Julien tried again to shush and calm her. She was incoherent, babbling and crying between them with distress. It was a shocking contrast to her usual stable calm, and Julien’s gut wrenched.“What do you need, Phoebe.”“I—.”If Lucy was rageful, Phoebe looked miserable. She was still hard, almost impossible not to be with an omega in heat below her, pheromones flooding their bedroom. But as Julien eyed her, she could tell she was flagging. Lucy was beautiful, even in her suffering, but Phoebe never wanted to see them suffer.“Will you just. Can you, uh. Kiss me?”Phoebe’s eyes were still wild with the moment, but now Julien saw tears of frustration. With a stroke of her hand down Lucy’s torso, Julien crawled on her knees up the bed, getting a whole new angle of Phoebe’s fingers in Lucy’s cunt, the angry red of her skin so swollen, waiting to accept Phoebe’s knot.Settling one hand on Lucy’s thigh as she kicked between them, Julien used her other to turn Phoebe’s face towards her, stroking away a tear with her thumb.“Hey.”A sniff, and then a shuddering “Hey.”“C’mere, love.” Julien leant in, and brought Phoebe’s lips to her own, kissing her deep and distracting.Phoebe let out a hiccoughing groan, and Julien trailed her hand down from Phoebe’s cheek to her shoulder, careful to avoid where Lucy had clawed her. Instead, she pinched at one of Phoebe’s tits, noting how Phoebe jumped towards her grip, and then reached for her dick.Lucy had quieted a bit, beneath them. She seemed rapt by watching them, but also puzzled by her own immobility. Occasionally she would kick out, trying to twist her hips to get Phoebe to fuck her deeper, as if she could slip her way into being fucked full. Normally, she could.Julien could tell Phoebe was still distracted by their partner, and so was she. But still, whenever Phoebe’s eyes went to pull away or dart down to the omega between them, Julien beckoned her back, nipping at her lips, sucking her tongue like she’d suck her dick during calmer times. Julien ran a hand over Lucy’s cunt and thigh, not trying to be cruel but gathering slick over her palm, and she reached for where Phoebe was achingly hard.Gently, Julien teased her fingers over the head of her girlfriend’s cock, bringing her foreskin over and then back. With a light grip, she moved down her shaft, twisting her fist when she came back up like she knew Phoebe liked.Phoebe shuddered a bit against Julien, but at least she was reacting. Julien didn’t know if it was the change in pressure or pace, but she would take it over the haze of panic that had locked Phoebe in place earlier.Continuing to jerk her, Julien mouthed kisses down the side of Phoebe’s neck, nuzzling into where they shared their bonding scar. “You take care of us so well, Alpha.”Phoebe let out a high pitched, injured sound, and Julien sharpened her kiss into the faintest hint of a bite.“So, so well.”Phoebe’s hips began to tentatively thrust into Julien’s grip, and Julien smiled. This heat had been beyond stressful, and they were nowhere near through yet. But at least she was getting a player back on her team.Reaching to the base of Phoebe’s shaft, Julien felt carefully for any signs of a knot. Phoebe growled at her, before gasping out an apology— “sorry, sorry sorry. That just slipped out, sorry.”“It’s okay, it’s ok.”“It’s not. I’m not—” At a loss for words in her embarrassment, Phoebe avoided Julien’s eyes. There was no avoiding what Julien felt though, which was the still-tender skin of her cock, yet to begin to firm into the knot Lucy needed.“Shhh, it’s okay, Alpha. You’re doing so good, just for us.”Julien needed to think fast. Lucy had begun to grow silent for stretches of time between them, and she was a little concerned she might be going into shock. Could an omega go into shock from an unfulfilled heat? She really didn’t want to find out.Shuffling around Phoebe, Julien kept a grip on her cock as she moved to be behind her Alpha, nudging them both further towards where Lucy was splayed.“Hold her, Phoebe. She needs you close.”Julien felt Phoebe’s muscles lock up, and she loosened her grip on her alpha’s cock.“Phoebe. Trust me?”With a deep inhale, Phoebe folded at the waist, still keeping her hips canted away from where Lucy wanted her most, but wrapping her arms around Lucy nonetheless. She had to readjust to keep Lucy pinned by the shoulder, and Julien could see the wildness in the agony of Lucy’s face, but she did as Julien asked.“Thank you, Alpha.”Lucy and Phoebe both seemed a little calmer with the renewed skin contact, and Julien brought the hand not massaging Phoebe’s dick around to trace over her ass.“Okay?”“Okay.”This was really more Phoebe’s thing than Julien’s, but it was undeniable that she’d grown to appreciate the reactions she could pull from her Alpha, how she shivered and quaked around her.She was pretty sure they both needed a little break at the moment, something to relieve the pressure in Phoebe’s mind, let her relax into her own biology.Julien took a breath, removed her hand from Phoebe’s cock, and spread Phoebe’s cheeks. She was waxed bare, the only place she swore it never hurt, and Julien pressed one kiss, another, and then opened her mouth to the clean skin of Phoebe’s asshole, tasting sweat, sex and heat.Phoebe spasmed around her, and a deep, rumbling growl came out of her chest. Julien wasn’t afraid though, she welcomed this as an old friend. Far from a yelp of pain, or the whining growl of fear, this was the sound of an Alpha drawn to the surface in answer to arousal.Encouraged, Julien continued, messy, spit soaked swipes of her tongue. Phoebe was torn between pressing back into her mouth or forwards to where the heat of Lucy’s skin was regaining its appeal, previous stings of inadequacy fading with this new distraction.Julien slicked her hand up over Lucy’s cunt again, and pressed her thumb to the skin behind Phoebe’s balls, appreciating how she tightened reflexively. She snuck her hand to have the back of her knuckles ghost against the base of Phoebe’s cock, and felt the promising rise of where her knot was starting to develop.Emboldened, Julien leaned back to replace her mouth with fingers now wet with Lucy’s slick. Phoebe accepted the first finger easily, and Julien sat back to get a better look at where they were at.Phoebe’s hand on Lucy’s shoulder had shifted to her throat, and the Omega seemed slightly soothed by the display of dominance. Lucy’s hands were still bound in front of her by the cuffs, and JB made a note to check on her mobility later. Phoebe was growling steadily now, a low, raspy rumble, and Julien saw that she had nearly her whole hand in Lucy’s cunt, rocking slowly to try and keep her calm.“Phoebs? You ready to try again?”A jerk of blonde hair and Phoebe pulled her fist out of Lucy’s cunt, smearing Lucy’s own slick into her hair as she grabbed her by the roots to hold her omega down. Julien reached around to line Phoebe up, and they were off.Barely managing to keep two fingers up Phoebe’s ass, Julien watched her Alpha rut into their Omega, Lucy’s head flying back and a silent scream forming over her face.Euphoric.Phoebe, meanwhile, all but face planted into Lucy’s tits, licking and biting before the drive to knot overcame her.The rhythm of her hips driving forwards into Lucy’s pussy took on a familiar pace, and the smooth tempo of wet skin slapping calmed the hairs on the back of Julien’s neck. Withdrawing her hand from Phoebe’s ass to ease their way, Julien kept a hand on them each.There was an ease to the pulse of Phoebe’s hips as Julien knew her knot was beginning to swell and firm, her feet scrambling at the sheets to drive herself further and further into her mate. From behind, Julien had the perfect angle to see Phoebe’s balls draw up, watch the twitch in them and her spine and see how every ounce of fight left Lucy’s form, Phoebe’s knot finally taken.Sitting on her heels beside them, Julien watched her mates make love, a steadier, though still heated act.