They both stay there for a moment, and I can imagine they're locked inside me. Knotting me. Filling me. Then, Zayn slowly withdraws, and Dmitri follows, collapsing against the headboard.
I slump against Dmitri, boneless and satisfied. But then I remember the toy and that we're far from finished.
"Rest a moment," he says generously, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Then we continue."
I nod, grateful for the brief reprieve. Zayn disappears briefly, returning with a warm washcloth that he uses to clean between my legs with surprising gentleness.
"You doing alright?" he checks, his usual sharp edges softened in the aftermath. I never imagined this alpha had such tenderness and care in him.
"More than alright," I assure him, smiling lazily.
His answering smile is satisfied, almost smug. "Good. Because we're just getting started."
The statement should intimidate me, but instead, it sends a fresh pulse of want through me. I want everything they have to offer, everything they want to show me.
"Ready for more?" Zayn asks, his voice still husky with desire despite his recent release.
"Yes," I pant, already squirming into position on my back for him. "Please."
"Good girl," he praises, reaching for the box on the nightstand. "So polite, so eager."
I watch as he removes the toy, coating it liberally with lubricant. It's approximately the size of Zayn's cock at its thickest part, with a flared base that mimics a knot.
"We'll go slow," he promises, positioning it at my entrance. "Tell me if it's too much."
Dmitri's hands cup my face, drawing my attention back to him. "Look at me," he instructs gently. "Focus here."
His consideration touches me, giving me something to concentrate on besides the new sensation. I meet his eyes, letting myself fall into that steady gaze as Zayn begins to press the toy inside me.
The stretch is immediate, more than fingers but not uncomfortable. Zayn works it in with careful patience, never pushing too fast.
"Doing so well," he praises as I take more of it. "Taking it like you were made for this."
Dmitri's thumbs stroke my cheeks, his expression intense but encouraging. "She was. Our beautiful scent match."
Their words wash over me, making the stretch easier to bear, turning potential discomfort into pleasure. By the time the widest part of the toy is pressing against my entrance, I'm panting with need rather than pain.
"A little more," Zayn encourages. "Almost there."
I bear down slightly, working with him rather than tensing against the intrusion. The toy slips past the tightest point, the rest following more easily until the flared base is snug against me.
"Look at you," Zayn says, voice thick with approval. "Taking it so perfectly."
I feel impossibly full, stretched in a way that borders between pleasure and discomfort. Then Zayn presses something on the base of the toy, and it inflates slightly inside me, mimicking the swell of a knot.
The sensation makes me gasp, my inner walls clenching around the intrusion. "Oh!"
"Too much?" Dmitri asks immediately, concern flashing across his features.
"No," I assure him quickly. "Just... intense. Good intense."
Relief softens his expression. "Good," he says, thumb brushing my lower lip. "Very good."
Zayn adjusts something else, and the toy begins to vibrate gently, the sensation radiating through my entire core. I moan, eyes falling closed as pleasure washes through me.
"That's it," Zayn encourages, his hand moving to stroke along my spine. "Feel it all."
Dmitri lets me slip down his lap, so his partially stiff cock is within reach, and guides me back. I eagerly take it back into my mouth, grateful for the distraction from the overwhelming sensations below. The dual stimulation—the vibrating fullness inside me, the heavy weight of his cock against my lips as I suckle the tip at a more casual pace—pushes me toward a precipice I didn't know existed.
