Page 74 of Psycho Pack

"So greedy," I chuckle. "But we need to go slow. I don't want to hurt you."

When I'm satisfied she's adjusted to one finger, I press against her entrance with a second digit. She tenses, a sharp gasp escaping her.

"Relax," I command, my voice low and firm. "You can take it. I know you can."

Slowly, inexorably, I push forward. Her body resists at first, the tight ring of muscle fighting against the intrusion. But I am nothing if not persistent. Inch by agonizing inch, my fingers sink into her depths.

Ivy keens, the sound high and desperate. Her hands scrabble against Whiskey's chest and sides, leaving red trails in their wake. He growls, bucking up into her.

"Fuck," he grunts. "I can feel your fingers through her."

The thought sends a jolt of arousal through me. I curl my fingers slightly, pressing my knuckles against Whiskey's shaft through Ivy's inner wall. His cock twitches in response, separated from my touch by only the thinnest barrier of silky flesh. He groans and bucks, jostling Ivy.

She just whimpers, beyond words now. Her hips move in small, desperate circles, caught between the dual sensations of fullness. I begin to scissor my fingers, stretching her wider. She cries out, but she doesn't ask me to stop.

Doesn't pull away.

Such a good girl.

My fingers work deeper into Ivy's tight heat as I stretch her open, adding the tip of my third digit. She whimpers and squirms, her body trembling. The resistance is intense, her muscles clenching desperately as I press forward with relentless force.

"Breathe," I murmur, my free hand stroking her lower back soothingly. "Relax and let me in."

She nods jerkily, her face buried against Whiskey's broad chest as she quakes like never before. His massive arms hold her firmly in place as I work her open, his body rumbling with deep purrs to soothe our omega as we push her to her limits.

Slowly, so slowly, my third finger sinks in alongside the others.

Ivy lets out a strangled scream, quickly muffled by her own hand. Her body bows, spine arching as she's stretched wider than ever before, the globes of her ass bouncing and quivering against my hand. I pause, giving her a moment to adjust to the increased girth.

"Good girl," I praise softly. "How are you feeling?"

She gasps out, unable to speak. "I… I…"

"Should I continue?" I purr.

My fingers begin to move, thrusting shallowly at first. In and out, twisting and scissoring to stretch her further. With each push, I work a little deeper. Her inner walls clench and relax around me in waves as her body struggles to accommodate the intrusion.

She whimpers, the sound muffled against Whiskey's broad chest. Her hips twitch, caught between pushing back against my fingers and trying to escape the overwhelming sensation. I press my palm more firmly against her spine, holding her steady.

"Stay still," I command softly. "Let me take care of you."

Beneath her, Whiskey groans. His cock twitches inside her pussy, separated from my probing fingers by only the thinnest barrier of flesh. The heat of his shaft radiates through Ivy's inner walls.

My cock throbs, aching to be buried inside her alongside him. But not yet. She's not ready. I have to be careful, methodical. This isn't about my enjoyment. It's about seeing how much she can take.

Proving I can be worthy of her trust.

I curl my fingers, seeking that spot that will make her see stars. When I find it, her whole body goes rigid and she lets out an animalistic cry only partially quieted by her hand.

"There we go," I purr, stroking that sensitive bundle of nerves from the other side. "Good girl. Does that feel nice?"

She nods frantically, her fiery hair a wild tangle across Whiskey's chest. I continue my work, alternating between stretching her wider and stimulating that spot that makes her shake and moan.

Whiskey bucks beneath her, clearly struggling to maintain control. I growl at him in warning, but I understand his desperation. The sight of Ivy writhing between us, taking us both so beautifully... it's almost too much even for me. I want nothing more than to bury myself inside her, to feel her stretched around my cock.

But I resist the urge.

This has to be perfect.

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