Finding rhythm was crucial for the minigame. Anna made sure to drive that home in everyone's heads. Mitchel was able to find one and stick to it. Ronan was not used to such a vigorous love making session. Unfortunately, a lack of practice led to a lack of results. He had the stats of a pro athlete. Anna was not surprised that he could start out strong with deep thrusts, stroking as far as he could go. Ronan was perfectly in position. However, he had never tried improving his performance or his sexual stamina. It was great he was actually trying, but that did not mean he was a stud all of a sudden. Getting to position 2 a minute before the end of Fever Time was really pathetic. It meant he was missing the timing on most thrusts. Still, Ronan loved Mitchel. When the beta lifted his thigh up for the first time in their relationship, Ronan came. It made the jaw of the alpha drop. Mitchel made his goofy face, but he was able to catch himself to keep from flopping like a dweeb. His arms were shaking like they could give out at any second. Ronan came again from their poundings.
Great, lovey-dovey, simultaneous orgasm aside, Mitchel had actually done really poorly at this. Ronan was only so happy because this was the best sex they ever had. It was honestly a crying shame. To be fair to him, 3 orgasms was a record performance. It was also 3 more than Bryce thought was possible for a beta male going into this challenge. There was still time left before 6. Mitchel had to take a moment for himself to get ready for a round 2. This was where things fell apart. Old habits died hard and he was too tired or too overconfident to fix them. His grip was so limp wristed, he was barely holding Ronan's hips. He could not find the rhythm at all. Mitchel was too tired after busting his first nut. Ronan had to throw his ass back on Mitchel to even keep the minigame going. The beta male only reached the end before blowing his second load balls deep in his boyfriend. Mitchel's face was even more ridiculous before he flopped onto Ronan's back. He actually fell asleep from all of the pleasure and exertion. When he began to snore, Bryce laughed. She just shook her head.
He failed. At this point, it was actually to Bryce's credit he waited until 6 o'clock before dragging the beta male out of Ronan and dumping him on the ground. The boy was out like a light. Nothing would wake him. Anna probably would not have waited. Mitchel really shamed himself at the end of his turn. She honestly could not believe it could go that badly. He would have been better off if he had just pulled out and make out with Ronan after the first round. The heat suppressants wore off. Anna had to deal with Reilly. She could not bother herself with Mitchel. Byrce frowned as he watched cum drip from Ronan's ass. The omega that he wanted was fucked by a rival. It was one upside of his second round. All of the sweat mingled with his boyfriend. As the heat began to take hold of him, he widened his stance. Bryce's knot popped at the base of his dick. He was in rut. Things like beta cum mattered a whole lot less now. He reached in and scooped it out with his fingers. "Don't think you can compete with him eh!?" she called out. She did not want all Mitchel's work sabotaged.
