~ Savannah’s POV ~

Harlan slides in, pressing at all sorts of angles I hadn't expected. My wetness helps with the entry, but when I look down I feel a cold jolt of dread when I realize, despite the fullness already, he's only halfway in!

“Ahh, still as tight as ever,” Harlan says and Logan groans appreciatively from behind.

As if reading my mind, Logan then drums his fingers against my skin, pulling my attention. "Don’t worry, princess, he’ll fit. Deep breaths,"

I obey, and as I inhale the command, Harlan enters me further, pulling me down and impaling me on the second appendage. Logan cranes into my neck as...