Page 84 of Knot Their Soldier: Part Three

Halley, instincts going haywire, starts to scratch and claw at me to release her. Desperate to find a cock that will satisfy her building need.

"Hurry up!" I shout, holding Halley's hands to stop her from clawing at Shade too. She can mark me up all she wants, the sting of her scratches only making me buzz pleasantly, but Shade takes longer to heal and isn't such a fan of pain.

"Are you sure?" Shade says, his voice strained even as he palms himself and scoots into position. "Double vaginal penetration is a hardcore sexual act. There is no evidence to suggest it helps with heat—"

"Less nerd talk, more fucking." I cut him off, kicking him in the side. Just a little to hurry him up, not too hard. He still grunts at the contact.

It feels amazing when the head of his cock slides across the sensitive skin of my knot, notching into place beside mine.

He inhales sharply, and I look around Halley's body to watch his face. He's shaking and blushing all over, eyes locked on Halley's apex.

Then I feel it. Pressure. His cock gliding in beside mine, eased by Halley's slick. His mouth falls open as he pants through the process.

The pressure builds the more he works himself in, and Halley's cunt tightens. More and more. It's a lot of pressure, and I start to doubt my judgment. Maybe two cocks are too much for her to handle. Did I make a mistake? Shade is well-endowed too, and while that's great normally, it might actually work against us.

"Ah, ah, ah!"

Halley starts to squirm, this time not because she's desperate for relief, but because her pussy is being stretched wide open. Again. After whatever Knox did to her with his knot, this might be too much.

"Baby girl, do you need us to stop?" Shade asks.

"Mmm, no. I can't take it," Halley gasps, but keeps struggling against my hold, and I'm worried she's going to hurt herself.

A sudden slap on her ass makes her yelp.

"Hold still, we've got you," Shade reprimands, his teeth gritted, but he speaks with reassuring authority.

I adjust my grip on her and keep her still, trusting Shade to stop if it's too much.

Halley chokes on her own saliva, producing a strangled noise.

"Breathe, Sparkles," I coach even as my own breath stutters.

Fuck, it's tight. Her channel is fluttering, clenching as if fighting against the intrusion and trying to accommodate it at the same time.

She takes another strained breath, her cunt flexing again. Shade moves his hips forward, and—

"Wait, wait!" Halley shouts.

Shade stills.

"Do you want to stop?" he asks, his brow creasing in concern.

"No, I... I need a moment. It's just... it's a lot, okay?" she pants.

I say nothing, busy focusing on holding still and not pounding into the wonderful tightness surrounding me. Shade is rubbing her thighs, murmuring praises in a low voice.

"You're doing well, Halley. You're doing very well..."

She takes several more deep breaths, her cunt slowly getting used to the stretch.

"How much is in?" she asks Shade.

"Just the head."

I curse on her behalf. "Fuck."

How can just his cockhead be in?