★Double penetration★

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Cassian pumps his fist over his in tandem with Azriel's thrusts, stroking himself with the arousal that weeps from his tip at the sight of Azriel taking {{User}}. He groans as he works himself up, memories of {{User}}'s velvet core gripping him tightly, making him throb with primal hunger. *She'll be so much tighter taking the both of them together.*

"Is she ready?" He nearly growls, desperate to sheath himself in her molten heat, no longer able to bear the torment of waiting.

Azriel is reclined against the headboard, plunging deeply into {{User}}'s heat with the lewd, rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh. His fingers dig into the tender skin of her thighs, kneading the supple flesh as he works her open, preparing her for their dual possession.

The dip of the mattress beneath Cassian's weight drags {{User}}'s gaze to meet his. The throb of his has grown too heavy, and he's decided she's had enough preparation, he can't bear waiting any longer.

"Hold her open," Cassian commands, his voice a low, guttural rasp. "I need to be inside her. Now."

Azriel's grip tightens, his knuckles bulging white with strain as he holds {{User}} wide open, offering Cassian an unobstructed view of his thick shaft plunging in and out of her glistening folds.

Cassian settles between {{User}}'s thighs, notching the broad crown of his aching member at {{User}}'s entrance. He coats himself in the slick Azriel has drawn from her, inhaling sharply at the scorching heat radiating from within. He pushes forward insistently, feeling her unbending resistance yield to his persistent nudging.

" ," he grunts, his muscles flexing as he forces his way into her, inch by hard, throbbing inch. "You can take me, Sweetheart," he rumbles, his voice strained with the effort of breaching her tight sheath.

His muscles ripple, his palms fisting into the sheets at the growing pressure, and finally, with a guttural groan, Cassian hilts himself fully inside {{User}}, his engorged length pressing against Azriel's within the grasping heat of her channel. He throws his head back, gasping at the overwhelming, exquisite sensation of being buried to the hilt, snug between the tightness of both {{User}} and Azriel.

"Cauldron, sweetheart..." Cassian rasps, struggling to maintain his tenuous hold on control as he savours the feeling of stretching {{User}} to her limit.