“First, you’re going to take one finger like a good girl. Then you’ll take two,” Joar says, his voice rough with need. “Then you’ll take my cock, whether you’re a good girl or not, but it’s going to feel so much better if you listen to us.”

“I want to be a good girl,” I whimper, remembering the punishments I’ve gotten for not listening.

Frode’s tongue continues to gently massage my clit, creating just enough pleasure to ease the burn. Joar pushes deeper and deeper as my body adjusts to the intrusion. Relaxing helps. Frode’s tongue helps a lot more.

“That’s it,” Joar praises, his finger stopping once he’s buried in my depths.

Joar starts moving his finger in and out, not being overly rough for a change. I get used to the way it feels to have my ass filled, each pump of his finger getting easier to take. After a few minutes of it, I feel the pressure building, and it’s not just from Frode’s tongue.

“Mm,” I whimper, starting to push back against Joar.

“See, it’s not nearly as bad as you feared,” Joar croons, rubbing his middle finger through my folds.

“No,” I admit, my voice breathless. “It’s starting to feel good. Really good.”

“Then it’s time for you to take a little more,” he says, probing my bottom hole with his middle finger.

Joar pulls the finger buried inside me to my entrance, then both fingers push in, and I gasp at the stretch. My nails dig into both of my mates. Frode immediately increases the pressure on my clit, but when I whine, he extends the muscle to my entrance and pushes in.

“Oh god, oh god,” I squeal, my sensitive core igniting with more arousal, which causes me to clamp down on Joar’s fingers.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Joar groans, waiting until I relax before he starts working his fingers deeper. “You’re going to feel amazing when you’re stretched around my cock.”

“I’m close again,” I gasp, feeling Frode’s tongue massaging my g-spot.

Despite the burn, once I get used to having two fingers plunging into me in unison with Frode’s ministrations, the pleasure is too much. I whimper and moan, pushing back against Joar while Frode devours me.

“You’re such a needy mate,” Joar rumbles, his fingers moving steadily. “Don’t come yet.”

“Then Frode has to stop,” I plead, trying to push him away.

“Beg for our cocks. Both of them,” Joar growls. “Tell us how much you need to come.”

I buck against Frode, clenching the thick fingers moving inside me. I have no choice but to beg, even if I’m still a little scared of what it will feel like to have both of them inside me.

“Please, please, I need both of you!” I cry out, a shudder of pleasure rushing through me.

Joar slowly pulls his fingers free. Frode’s tongue slows and he lets out a groan that sounds like sliding out of my pussy is the worst thing he’s ever experienced. Going from stuffed to empty is torturous, especially since I was so close to an orgasm.

“Just a whimpering, begging mess, aren’t you?” Joar chuckles, slapping my ass.