"Shh," I soothe, stroking her hip. "You're doing so well. Just relax."
Inch by agonizing inch, I push deeper. The heat and pressure are exquisite, unlike anything I've felt before. Ivy's inner walls clench and flutter around me as her body struggles to accommodate my girth. She pants, bordering on hyperventilating, convulsing every time I ease in even a fraction. Beneath her, Whiskey groans, no doubt feeling each twitch and pulse through the thin barrier separating us.
"Fuck," he grunts, his hips jerking upward involuntarily. "So tight..."
I growl a warning to him, gripping Ivy's hips to keep her steady as Whiskey's movement jostles her. "Hold still," I mutter.
He groans like I'm killing him.
I continue my slow descent, relishing each whimper and gasp that falls from Ivy's lips. Her hands scrabble against Whiskey's skin, leaving red trails in their wake, but all she can do is writhe in place, her thighs shaking violently.
When I'm fully seated, my knot pressing insistently against her stretched rim, I pause.
Let her adjust.
Letmyselfadjust.
The velvety heat gripping my cock, the way I can feel Whiskey's shaft pulsing against mine through Ivy's inner walls,the trembling of her small frame caught between us… it's overwhelming, and it's taking every ounce of control I have to not let loose, to not let my baser instincts take over.
"What a good girl," I murmur, leaning down to press a kiss between her shoulder blades. "You're taking us so beautifully. How does it feel?"
Ivy lets out a shaky breath. "Full," she chokes out. "So full. It... it hurts, but..."
"But…?" I prompt, rolling my hips ever so slightly.
She moans, the sound low and desperate. "But good. So good. Please... more..."
Who am I to deny such a polite request?
I begin to move, withdrawing slowly before pressing back in. Each thrust goes a little deeper, a little smoother. Ivy's pained whimpers gradually transform into breathy moans. Beneath her, Whiskey growls, his hips surging upward to meet my thrusts.
"Remember," I pant, struggling to maintain my clinical tone. "We need to knot her at exactly the same time or this won't work. Hold off until I tell you it's time."
Whiskey grunts in acknowledgment, his hands gripping Ivy's waist harder. I match his rhythm, our cocks sliding against each other through the thin barrier of Ivy's inner walls. The friction is maddening, unlike anything I've experienced before.
Ivy writhes desperately between us. I reach beneath her to rub tight circles against her clit. From this angle, I can feel Whiskey's rock-hard shaft pushing hard against my forearm with every thrust, bulging through her swollen stomach and pinning my hand against his padded belly. The pressure on his cock is too much for him to keep still and he starts thrusting with renewed vigor.
For a moment, I'm afraid he's going to hurt her, but our brave girl just grinds harder against us with choked mewls.
"That's it," I growl in her ear. "Show us what a good girl you are."
She cries out, her back arching sharply. The movement drives me deeper, my knot pressing insistently against her stretched rim.
Not yet.
Not until Whiskey's ready too.
I increase my pace, pounding into her relentlessly. Whiskey matches me thrust for thrust, our movements growing more frantic as we chase our release. Ivy's muffled cries spur us on.
"Close," Whiskey grunts, his voice strained. "Fuck, I'm close..."
"Not yet," I snarl, though I'm teetering on the edge myself. "Wait for my signal."
The coil of overwhelming ecstasy blooming in my core winds tighter with each thrust. Sweat drips down my spine as I fight against my instincts, determined to make this perfect. To prove I can be worthy of our omega's trust.
Ivy's inner walls clamp down around us as another orgasm tears through her. The added pressure is almost too much. I grit my teeth, desperately clinging to the last shreds of my control. She's falling apart now, but it won't be long before she tenses up again.
"Now," I growl, my hips snapping forward with bruising force. "Knot her now!"