She obeys me again, moaning around my fingers as if I’ve introduced her to a delicacy. I won’t mind her sucking my cock in the near future, but I don’t want to risk getting my essence on her any more tonight. She’s had enough contact with it.
When she starts to whimper and fight against us, we both hold her more firmly. I grip her jaw while Skarg slides his palm higher up her back.
Skarg pumps in and out of her ass faster. “You will come, Baby girl. Get out of your head and let it feel good.”
She sniffles, but she continues to suck my fingers as if she’s going to draw sustenance from them.
Finally, her body grows rigid and a muffled scream escapes around my digits at the same time she convulses with her release.
“Such a good girl,” I praise as I remove my fingers so I can stroke her cheek. “We’re so proud of you.”
She’s trembling and exhausted. I help guide her onto her back after Skarg removes his fingers. He quickly cleans up with some wipes, and then we flank her on both sides.
“One more, Little one,” I tell her.
She shakes her head. “No, Papi… Too tired.”
I grin at Skarg as we each grab a thigh and pull it between our legs, holding her open. Together we slide a palm down her inner thighs until we reach her pussy.
I meet Skarg’s gaze and we nod in unison. Pleasing our girl is practically telepathic. I stroke between her folds. “We’re going to fuck your little pussy with our fingers now, Mercy. We need to stretch your cunt so you’ll be able to take our cocks soon.”
She thrashes around, shoving at us with her hands. “No more,” she whines. The problem is that the room is filled with the scent of her arousal. She can’t hide it. No matter what she may verbally express, we know the truth.
I shift my gaze to her pussy and hold her folds open.
Skarg reaches between her labia and pushes a finger slowly into her. “Fuck,” he hisses.
I know she’s tight. I’ve had my tongue in her. She’s untouched. The only experience she has with having her cunt filled has come from our mouths. There’s no doubt a finger is almost too much for her.
“Is there a barrier?” I ask Skarg.
“Yes.” His teeth are gritted. His finger is only in an inch or two. “Join me.”
There’s so much arousal leaking from her that it’s easy for me to gather it on my pointer and then press my finger against Skarg’s so I can slide into her tightness alongside him.
When my finger hits the thin barrier, I meet Skarg’s gaze again. We’re stretching her wide with just these two fingers. She’s going to experience pain when we break through herinnocence. It’s inevitable, but it won’t last long. At least that’s what we’ve been told.
Mercy looks back and forth between us. “Do it,” she begs as she lifts her hips, trying to force us deeper.
Skarg and I nod and thrust through the thin tissue, breaking our mate’s hymen in a way that feels perfect. Doing it together, savoring the moment. Her innocence is essentially gone. All that’s left is filling her with our cocks. We’ll undoubtedly do that tomorrow after we’ve seen the doctor.
Mercy cries out and grits her teeth as her face scrunches up from the pain. She grabs both our biceps and holds on. “More…” she finally whispers.
We pull partly out and thrust back into her tight warmth, letting our fingers enter deeper. When she lifts her hips, we do it again.
I press my thumb against her clit as we continue to stretch her. The pain seems to have subsided. Her face softens until she’s no longer panicked.
There’s nothing sweeter in the universe than watching our mate lift her hips up and down, fucking herself on our combined fingers until she cries out yet another release.
Chapter Twelve
Mercy
When a hand strokes my back, I blink my eyes open and discover it’s no longer dark. I’m so warm and cozy. Every time I move, I ache all over. I feel like I was tossed around some sort of mosh pit all night long. Bruised and battered. Inside and out.
“It’s time to wake up, Baby girl,” Skarg whispers, kissing my temple. “We need to give you a bath and get a bottle in you before we head for the clinic.”
I shake my head. “Too tired. Don’t wanna.”
