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I whimper and then groan as the fat head slips past my entrance to nestle just within. My pussy flutters and pulses, arrested by the fullness and the way sensitive nerves flare to heated life.
“Oh!”
“Does that feel good?”
“Hmmummm.”
“Is that the best you can do?”
“Yes!”
“What is he doing, little one?”
I try to turn again.
“Uh uh.”
It is so intense, the feeling of being stretched and held open. “He is a small way inside me,” I whisper-pant. “It feels so good.”
Lor presses his lips to mine once, then leans back to watch again. “Good girl. Can you take a little more?”
I nod. “Please, yes, please.” I don’t look away this time. I don’t dare. I fear if I look away, he might order Aston to stop.
Aston doesn’t stop. He begins to thrust shallowly, in and out a small way, opening me up over and over again. The little nerves in the entrance to my channel quake at the enticing fullness, the thick girthiness of him. The sensation of being penetrated, of my flesh yielding to accommodate him, is sublime.
He fucks me a little deeper, and my inner muscles quiver with the new strain.
“Such a good girl,” Lor says, running his thumb over my lower lip before he presses it into my mouth—I suck. “Is he going deeper now?
I nod, humming around his thumb. He pulls it from my mouth with a wet plop and brushes the pad over my lower lip again. My mind splinters, caught between Lor’s intense gaze and the thick cock surging ever deeper with each slow, steady thrust as, with agonizing slowness, Aston opens me all up.
A deep, wanton moan erupts from my belly as I feel the head of his cock brush against that sensitive place inside.
“There, that’s the spot, isn’t it?” —I nod helplessly— “That’s your slick gland.” Lor’s eyes lower to my lips, where his thumb brushes back and forth. “Such a good girl, taking this so well.”
A low growl rises behind me as Aston surges deeper still. A slight pinch is all the indication I get that my maidenhead is gone. He stills, letting me get used to the feeling of him being all the way inside. Then he moves, tentative at first, until I groan encouragement and he begins to pick up his pace, going even deeper, sliding the whole length of my channel. Every time his cock head rolls over the entrance to my slick gland, it has me twitching with need.
I feel like a flower unfurling one petal at a time, my eyes held captive by Lor’s bright blue gaze, pulling me under, drowning me in a sensual sea.
My breathing turns erratic, and strange moaning noises that do not sound human escape my lips.
Aston’s cock makes the filthiest wet noises as he shuttles in and out, our flesh slapping together as his groin connects with my ass with every deep thrust. Every penetration is a savage spark that sends me close to madness.
I shake my head. The pressure has no end. The pleasure only rises without bringing the needed release.
“Eyes on me,” Lor snaps.
My eyelids are so heavy. It’s all I can do to submit to his command. I feel like I’m drowning even as the pressure rises.
Awareness blooms—the pressure is Aston’s knot, growing, swelling, forcing my flesh to yield yet more.
Panic grips me. It’s too much, I can’t take it. But then I do. A squeal bursts from my lips as I splinter, the world stuttering before my eyes, my body rigid as my pussy contacts with pleasure on the cusp of pain around Aston’s thrusting cock.
“Such a good girl. Our perfect filthy little omega. Taking a good, deep fucking. Do you want him to knot you, little one? Can you feel it? Can you feel him opening you all up?”
“God, she is fucking perfect,” Aston growls behind me even as I’m spasming around his length. “Hot, wet, tight… See how she pushes her ass back to meet my thrusts like she is desperate for more.”
“Then give her more,” Lor commands. His lips clash with mine, kissing me. I cling to him, our tongues tangling as I feel my pussy being stretched obscenely. What I thought was Aston’s knot is only the start. There is more. Now with every thrust, the knot blooms thicker until I am nothing but an uncontrollable twitching mess, and my pussy quakes with deeper contractive waves.
