Her eyes shoot open the moment she realizes what's happening. Her eyes are wide and her pupils are still blown, muscles loose from orgasming seconds ago. She whines, shaking her head. "I can't- I can't-" she gasps.
"Shh..." he soothes, hands on her chest, fingers curling around her neck to stop the flow of oxygen to her lungs and her body tenses for a different reason altogether as she struggles for air, only for him to tighten his grip around her throat more.
He waits and lets her struggle, timing it carefully. She looks beautiful like this too, struggling for her life.
The moment his grip on her neck loosens, her entire body relaxes as she takes in a great big gulp of air and he pushes into her hole until his fist pops inside, her hole closing around his wrist, pulsing against him. It's absolutely perfect.
He wants more.
"Oh, oh, oh," she gasps, chest heaving, drool hanging down her parted lips and onto her breast. She looks completely out of it.
"Look at you, baby. Such a perfect little darling," he says, keeping still, letting her walls clench around his fingers and get used to his girth. She's perfect. He can't wait to knot her.
She moans and he keeps petting her and complimenting her until she is calmed down. He also needs a few moments to gather himself. His cock is hard in his pants, cockhead leaking precum and smearing the front of his pants. He's not the only one smelling like arousal around here. Peter is groaning too and he glances over quickly to see that the man has given up on holding back altogether and has his hands down his pants, jerking off lazily.
The camera-crew aren't unaffected either, looking visibly aroused but they value their lives enough that they don't try to do anything about it.
"Daddy- Daddy, ah, ah," she gasps, drawing his attention back to her.
"Shh... You're alright, baby. You're perfect," he murmurs. "Look at you. You're so lovely. I'm going to fuck you with my fist and you're going to love it, aren't you, baby?"
She shakes her head and whines. "No, no, Daddy. I can't- I can't."
He pulls out carefully, stopping when he's stretches around the thickest part of his hand, and then he pushes back in, feeling the softness of her walls clench desperately around his hand.
She watches the way his hand is going in and out of her in a combination of arousal and awe, lips parts and moaning so steadily that saliva is dripping to her chest.
He fucks her like this for a few minutes, making sure her hole is fully stretched and opened for him before pulling back so the cameras can catch sight of her gaping hole, walls unable to clench themselves back together.
She whines at the loss when he pulls out and gives him a look of sheer betrayal. He loves how this looks. Her hole wouldn't close properly, winking and gaping as open air brushes against her wet walls, giving them a good view straight into her womb.
The camera shifts out of the way and he is back quickly, smearing more lube into her hole and then pushing his fingers back in again. His fist goes in with an ease that surprises and pleases him, letting him back into her body where he belongs.
"That's it, baby. You're so good. Think you can take some more?" he asks and without waiting for his answer, he clenches his fist inside of her and then pulls out, simulat
ing how his knot would feel once he's inside of her, locking their bodies together.
She makes a strangled sound in the back of her throat, eyes rolling back into her head at the impossible stretch.
His hand rests on her stomach. He thinks if he tries hard enough, he can feel his own fingers through her skin. The thought makes him immeasurably harder, cock twitching in his pants. "That's it," he groans. "That's perfect, darling," he says as his fist pops free from her hole with a wet noise.
Then, he's pushing his fist back inside of her body, repeating it again and again, in and out with her loose, sloopy hole taking him back in every time.
She's crying now, her body confused by the arousal and pain, by how loose and tight she's feeling all at once. Tears roll down her face but she doesn't smell too much like pain. Her arousal and pleasure is winning out, the medicine working to make her want this already. This and so much more.
"That's it, darling. That's it. Daddy's so proud of you. Think you can take some more?" he asks.
Peter makes and inquiring noise somewhere behind him. This wasn't part of their original plan, but he thinks she's ready. She's taking it so well.
"Daddy's gonna stretch out your anal hole, okay? Than you're be ready for both of us. Don't you want that, darling? Both of us inside you?"
She is too out of it to respond, crying fat tears as her body tenses around his hand.
Keeping his hand inside of her, he begins to work on her anal hole, pushing two thick fingers in at once because he knows she can take it. She's ready for whatever he does to her right now.
"That's good, isn't it, baby? So nice and relaxed. Daddy can get you deeper here," he says. "You can take so much more in this hole, hmm?" he says soothingly, pushing three fingers in easily, using more and more lube to get her nice and stretched out. He can feel his own fist in her pussy through the thin layer separating her cavities.
"Are you certain?" Peter asks from somewhere behind. "She's not in pain?"