Which sounds awful, but I'm really bad at making friends. And like... being an Omega makes it weird. There's a lot of people who don't wanna be around you. Like we're all supposed to just hang out with each other fucking... redecorating our apartments or something.
[Kyle's stomach flutters. The expression of simple gratitude on his face says much about how often people believe said stereotypes.]
Yeah. I just... let people think I'm a Beta, if I can. Because it's the dumbest shit, like, okay. I like sports. You know how many guys don't wanna play with an Omega? So many! Like I'm gonna suck at it, or cry if I lose, or like... turn it into a gangbang, I dunno.
I think I've seen that porno before. [But he says it dryly, rolling his eyes, taking another sip of whiskey.] I can't blame you for not wanting people to know.
Do you regret letting it slip? That night at the club?
[That gets another of those bemused snorts.] Basketball, really? You any good?
[Then, finishing off his whiskey, Corry turns to face Kyle fully.] You usually like being more dominant, then? With anyone, or...? [He...might be offering? He might. Maybe. It's been a long, long time since he switched roles, but. He's not opposed.]
The strength of a pack lies with the leader. That's one thing most -- if not all -- wolves know well. Sometimes the leader is chosen naturally, by simply being the oldest or wisest one present. Other times it's hereditary, a parent turning the title over to their child and so on and so forth. Still other times, it's chosen by proving you're the strongest, the most powerful.
Corrigan had been chosen that way. As his pack grew, he proved again and again he was the best leader, the best strategist, the best at hunting and running and hiding and fighting. There was no larger clan banner for himself and the other loners he picked up along the way, no protection of a codified territory, just the few of them in an old cabin they'd found and fixed up, sheltering against the wind and snow and cold of a handful of winters in the mountains. And for a while, that had been enough -- Corrigan and his brothers, his family, his pack.
Lately, though, he can sense the tension building, the cracks starting to form. He can feel, like any good leader should, how there are frustrations and pent-up stress without outlets, showing in more frequent fighting, more sulking and brooding, more splintering off into sub-factions. That's normal, in a pack. But it's also a sign that a group of six werewolf men need something to unify them, a common focus, something to fight for, instead of against each other. Someone to help relieve all that pent-up tension.
So: Corrigan leads them to the edge of the forest, close enough to see the human settlement, for a particular kind of hunt. The six of them settle down in the bushes and they wait. There are six, and that's a good amount.
They don't have to wait very long—though any amount of waiting is starting to feel like torture for some of the younger wolves of the pack. There's squirming and snapping and nervous tapping of feet in the dirt as they watch the settlement, the little people going about their business, blissfully unaware of the pack observing them. Young Benjamin wants to bound straight into town and snatch the first nubile little thing he sees, too energetic for his own good. He's swiftly put in his place.
Thankfully, a nubile little thing finally splits off from the crowd before any of the pups get any other rash ideas. From a distance, they look like a young woman, long hair held in place by a red scarf tied around their head, their skirts dragging against the dusty ground. But upon closer inspection, their shoulders are too broad and their chest is too flat for even Benjamin to confuse them for a girl.
It matters precious little, of course. With how fractured and rattled the pack has become, any distraction is welcome. Especially when it wanders so cluelessly right into their path, smelling like life and youth and innocence. Where the little human is rushing to so heedlessly doesn't matter either. They won't get there.
"How do you want to do this, Cor?" Naseer asks, unable to take his eyes off their prey. Even being the eldest (debatably) of the pack, not even he can help how his mouth waters at the sight. "How far should we let it get before..?"
Corrigan holds up a hand, crouched down on his heels in the underbrush. Humans are clumsy, heedless things, their senses not nearly keen enough to pick up on things their eyes and ears can't, but being too hasty could raise the town alarm, which could cause all sorts of problems. They have to wait until the small, fragile human is far enough into the woods that they won't be heard when they're snatched.
No small task. Naseer is Corrigan's oldest friend, his second-in-command, his right-hand man, and can usually be counted upon to keep the pack in line. His level-headed approach can usually be counted upon to help soothe the younger, more impulsive pack members. But he's practically vibrating with eagerness, like he's just fresh out of puphood -- and Corrigan can't blame him. Every swish of the long, modest skirts sends sweet, alluring scent wafting their way, every toss of the human's long sleek hair catches the light and the eye, and the pack gets more and more restless with every step they take along the path into the woods.
"Not yet," Corrigan says firmly, cutting off Benjamin's pleading protests, sending the youngest pack member slinking back to sulk beside Kai, who grins and ruffles his hair. Beside them, Leo is watching the crowd, keeping an eye out for any other humans who might be following. And Miles --
-- well. Miles isn't there. Miles had sulked off after losing another fight for leadership, and that's his own damn fault. Corrigan can't help thinking of them as a pack of six, but the truth is, Miles is gone more than he's present. He thinks most of the pack is relieved about this, amidst their sadness. Losing a pack member is always painful, no matter how much of a dick they are.
Shaking himself, Corrigan rolls his shoulders back a couple times and nods. "Spread out," he murmurs, a last verbal command, before he's shifting and shimmering into wolf-form and slinking off through the shadows. He can feel the others following his lead, six massive canine shapes taking positions around the oblivious little human and following it deeper into the woods. They want their prey, their prize, but they can have a little bit of a chase first, as a treat...
The human, as humans are wont to do, remains completely unaware that they're being hunted. They have places to go, after all—or, more accurately, places to get away from. The further they can get out of town, the better.
Father was cruel to them again today. He doesn't understand why his only son (ugh) won't just be like the other boys (ugh), won't just fall in line and get a job (ugh), or at least pick up a rifle (ugh) and go hunting some savages (ugh). He refuses to grasp that some people aren't like him, and refuse to be as cold and cruel as him, especially because they're told to.
Kurt was always a strange child, preferring the delicate luxuries of women, all fripperies and fragrances and tea cakes and gentle tasks better suited for their small hands. They've always had a fierce stubborn streak, rather taking their father's cruelty than bending to his whims, too reckless in their convictions. Truly, the only thing that's changed with the onset of adulthood is that now, Kurt is free to just leave.
And so they have. Thoughtlessly, without horse or protection, only a small knapsack filled with hardtack and necessities clutched in their gloved hand as they stormed off, making a beeline for the woods. They don't know where they're going, but surely if they find and follow the river, they'll come upon a settlement sooner or later. Anywhere is better than here.
It's only after an hour of determined walking that the sudden snap of a branch catches their attention, making them whirl around, staring at a rustling bush. Had it rustled? Was it simply the wind? "Show yourself," they challenge, hoping they're only speaking to thin air. In their hurry to leave, they'd forgotten that ferals have been reported in the area. "I'm not in the mood for games..."
Gods above, finally. Corrigan and the pack had been following closely, subtly guiding the little human deeper and deeper into the woods -- a rustle here, a thickening of shadows here, just slight cues that they should turn one way instead of another. And it had been a pain in the ass, the whole time. Kai kept goofing off, snapping at Leo's tail until he was grumbling and huffing, Benji switched between drooling after the prey and chasing butterflies, and Naseer was giving Corrigan a look which plainly said if I don't get out of the woods and back into bed with someone in ten minutes I'm gonna shred your pillow.
But there, the moment -- the cabin was only yards away, hidden behind a craggy overhang of rock and the bend in the stream, and the human had turned, defiant and huffy and tiny. It was perfect.
"Oh, but you see," Corrigan called out, shifting out of his wolfish form and into his muscled, lean, sharp-fanged humanoid one. He stepped out of the bushes, fur along his spine, hands ending in claws, feral and ferocious and grinning. "We are in the mood for a game, little one."
Around him, the pack appeared, hanving surrounded the little human. Kai emerged from the bushes, grabbing both the youth's slender arms and pinning them behind their back, his hair loose, eyes glinting, tongue gliding over his lips. "Mmmm, you smell too damn good," he growled, ducking his head and burying his stubbly face into the humans neck, inhaling deeply.
Scowling, Benji leapt forward as well, grabbing the human by the waist. "Don't hog them, I want to smell too!"
Corrigan suppressed a heavy sigh, his dramatic moment thoroughly ruined. Again.
While the alpha's disappointment knows no bounds, the human is appropriately terrified. Just the sound of a male voice answering their challenge was enough to make them tense up, already scurrying several steps backwards from the bushes, getting ready to run from what is surely a marauder who can't see the forest for the skirts.
But it's not a marauder. It's not a human. It's not even just one. We, he says, grinning triumphantly, only for four more feral wolfmen to emerge from every direction, utterly surrounding them. Kurt shrieks as they're grabbed from behind, then from the front, two enormous humanoid wolves manhandling them and breathing in their scent without a care for their cries.
This is how they die. They're certain of it. Heedlessly walking into a pack of feral werewolves and becoming their dinner. "N-No! Please, stop! L-Let go of me!" they cry, struggling and writhing in Kai's firm grasp, kicking at Benji's strong legs, feeling tears welling up as nothing seems to work. They're too small, nowhere near strong enough. They're going to die.
"Oh, but you're frightening them, boys," Naseer all but purrs, stalking close and running a clawed hand up the length of their pinned arm, over the collar of their modest dress, buttoned up so tall and tight the lace comes up to their jaw. The smell of their tears is intoxicating. It's only Naseer's age that keeps him from going into rut just being near them—if only barely. "Besides, it's not your turn yet. You both know your place."
A pointed reminder that alpha alone gets the first taste of their prize.
Corrigan hums his wordless thanks, reaching out a hand to trail warmly across Naseer's broad, bare shoulders as he strides forward. Werewolves are affectionate, touchy creatures, without the restrictive, stifling morals of human culture. Touch is a comfort, a delight, a way to speak of affection and warmth without words.
Turning his gaze to the struggling, tearful little human, Corrigan shakes his head slightly in sadness. "You think we're going to devour you, don't you, little prey?" He moves forward slowly, as Kai and Benjamin adjust their grips, each gripping one of the trembling youth's arms and legs, scooping them clear off the ground. Leo steps forward as well, holding their waist from behind, all three beast men eager for their alphas approval. As tempting as the modestly-covered little human is, the urge to please Corrigan outweighs it.
So their prey is held still, helpless to do anything but submit to Corrigan’s huge hands slowly reaching out, stroking over the layers of fabric, mapping out the shape of the human's shivering body. "That's what they tell you in that settlement, isn't it? Beware the savage ferals, or they'll snatch you and gobble you up."
Exchanging a grin with the other wolves, Corrigan grips two handfuls of the thick, voluminous skirt and slowly, effortlessly, starts to rip it open, exposing the young human's legs, inch by inch. "Well, we're certainly going to enjoy you. But in a much...much more pleasant way."
Well, when he calls them little prey, what are they supposed to think? The stranger descends on them, slowly, like a true predator, his packmates grabbing hold of them from every direction and lifting them clean off the ground, heedless of their kicking and squirming. The approaching man—the alpha? is that how it works?—has a look on his face like he's about to sink his teeth into their throat and tear it out, that chiseled body becoming drenched with their blood.
Until he starts shredding their skirt, layers of calico and wool splitting effortlessly in his grasp, slowly revealing Kurt's pale legs. Their eyes widen, pulse spiking, before their kicking and screaming picks up in earnest, making even three grown beast men struggle to keep them upright. "No! P-Please, please don't, anything but th-that!" Their desperate voice splits the cool afternoon air, tears streaming down their face, turning bright red under all those freckles.
If he keeps going, if he's serious about this, he'll soon see that Kurt is far from the maiden girl he must assume they are. He will be furious, he will hurt them, they all will, they will die terrified and humiliated and alone in the darkened woods, they don't want to die like this—!
"Shhh, sweet little one," Naseer hums, pressing closer, running a hand over their writhing stomach while the other smooths over Corrigan's back, fingers tangling in his fur. He urges his brother, his alpha, to keep going. With every inch of skin exposed, more of their scent is revealed, and he can tell the younger wolves are struggling to control themselves. Benji's eyes are turning black with desire, even Leo's carefree attitude is starting to slip. Naseer can feel his own grip on control starting to slip, claws hitching on the belt tied so tightly around their tiny waist. "Don't fight this. We're going to show you pleasure the likes of which you never thought possible."
So many damned layers. It's an easy enough task for Corrigan to rend the petticoat and skirts to tatters, tearing the fabric open and letting it fall to either side of the squirming human's long pale legs. He can see the ghost of freckles along their soft skin, knows they'll brighten up when given the chance to see the sunlight, matching the ones scattered over their flushed, teary cheeks. Poor sweet thing, they don't even understand that they've been repressed and stifled their entire life, denied even the kiss of the sun on their body.
Their beautiful, soft, untouched body. Corrigan grips two handfuls of their lacy blouse as well, tears it open, scattering buttons onto the ground, disappearing in the grass. There's a collective sound of barely-contained longing among the wolves as their prize is laid bare, neck to ankles, pale and trembling and unaware of how much pleasure their own body can give them.
Corrigan strokes his hands leisurely up the human's spread legs, over their bared hips and stomach and chest, learning their shape for the first time. "We've been waiting a long time for you, little one," he murmurs, claws dragging lightly over the barely-visible scattering of freckles. "We won't hurt you."
"Except in a fun way," Kai adds, even his usual teasing tone thick with desire. The others chuckle breathlessly, only loyalty to their alpha keeping them from also caressing their captive.
Corrigan is tempted to just claim the human there, held open by his brothers, waiting for him. But he glances around, sees a patch of grass in the sun, thinks of the long lazy afternoons to come where this human will service and pleasure and be doted on by the wolves, taken leisurely in the bright outdoors without the shame and fear of their youth. "Take them over there," he commands, nodding towards the soft, mossy sunlit patch. "I want to claim them in the light."
He doesn't even break a sweat as he rips their clothes to shreds, leaving their blouse and skirts and bloomers all in a heap on the ground below their writhing form. Their little red bonnet is the only thing left covering them, the only remaining grace. He's terrifying. Huge and strong and fierce, leaving them bare with merciless precision.
But he's somehow still gentle with them, clawed hands so so careful as they explore Kurt's trembling body, his voice a low tender rumble. He promises they won't hurt them. Kurt doesn't believe him. How could they? He's a beast.
But he sounds true all the same... like he really has waited so long for them to cross his path. Him and all the rest of them. The sight of their naked body doesn't deter him either. Like the shape of them doesn't matter. Like they're good enough just as they are.
"N-No, please, please," they cry and beg, still frightened no matter how gentle he is. The stranger intends to claim them right here in the sunny patch they're carried into, not even the warm softness of moss and mayflowers easing their pounding heart as they're laid down by the beast men. Kurt has never even known the touch of a man, and now they're going to lose their innocence to a wolf, only for the rest of them, all five of them, want a go with them too.
"Shhh," Corrigan soothes the little human, the rumble as much for his pack as for them. Benjamin has that worried, distressed look on his face, fretful at their prey's tears. Even Leo and Kai, who are older, look to Corrigan for reassurance that giving in to their instincts is right, is good.
Naseer, at least, understands the brutal way the human settlements treat their young, the rigidity they enforce from their earliest days to keep them fearful and submissive. He understands how those ingrained terrors can manifest any time something unnatural gets too close. He reaches out to take the human's wrists pin them firmly to the soft grass, gentle and careful, but unyielding.
"You have nothing to fear," Corrigan murmurs again, feeling the warm sun on his back as he kneels over the trembling youth, breathes in their sweet scent, the tears and sweat and struggle laced with panic. He knows that'll change, that as soon as the pleasure comes, that'll be all the human will feel. He nuzzles into the crook of their neck, mouthing at the place his bite will mark them, claim them, make them part of his pack. Nothing about this is unnatural -- and soon this nameless, fearful, haunted human will realize that.
Which reminds him -- Corrigan pauses, pulling back and meeting those teary bright eyes with his deep dark ones. "Tell me your name, little one."
They don't want to be quiet. They don't want to be here, naked and pressed into the grass, wrists pinned above their head by one werewolf while another helps himself to their neck the way a lover would. Kurt is too frightened to notice how the younger wolves fret and worry, exchanging distraught glances, looking to their alpha. They seem genuinely concerned for the human's safety and comfort. Yes, they get rowdy, they play hard, but if they really are to keep the little one, they must want to be kept. They must desire to stay with the pack.
Wolves don't cause harm the way people do.
Kurt's struggles against Naseer's unmoving grip start waning as their treacherous body warms to the alpha's touch, to his hot mouth against their skin, his wet tongue over their pulse. They have to squeeze their thighs together as they feel the first stirrings of arousal. It's not fair. They don't want this. They don't. But the wolf's careful mouth and gentle hands and low, rumbling voice makes their breath come out heavy and hot, their cheeks going bright red.
"P-Please... My name is K-Kurt, please, please don't hurt me..." The thrill of knowing their name is dampened by their fear. Naseer looks up at his alpha, wordlessly begging him to do something, so ease the poor thing's misery. It's not their fault they fear what's coming, when they—as all humans—were raised on lies.
"We won't." Corrigan’s voice has the low, commanding timbre of an alpha, someone completely in charge, in control. With that voice, there's no doubt, no fear, nothing that could shake or intimidate him. The sun is bright and warm and Corrigan’s mouth is hot against Kurt's neck, tongue gentle on their racing pulse. "Nothing and no-one will ever hurt you again, we swear."
Bared like this, he can see old bruises, marks left to undercut the cruel words that have no doubt been hurtled at Kurt all their life. The younger wolves don't understand, but Corrigan and Naseer grew up close enough to humans to know -- anyone who's different is treated with exceptional cruelty. And Kurt is different. Their skirts and soft hair, the shape of their body they try to hide, their lone venture into the woods -- it speaks of things that make Corrigan’s heart ache. So he leans back, enough to rest his forehead against Kurt’s, letting them breathe him in, feel the warmth and strength of his presence.
"You're safe," he murmurs, hands coming up to stroke the sides of their teary face. He feels, more than sees Naseer doing the same, thumbs stroking over Kurt’s delicate wrists, holding their hands more than restraining them. Kai has one of their legs, Leo the other, and each follows their alpha’s lead, nuzzling and soothing the trembling muscles with their big, warm hands. Benjamin, at a loss for a moment, eventually settles for gathering Kurt's hair gently out of the way, clumsy but careful. The concentrated caresses of all five speak wordlessly of their happiness, their delight, their desire.
But like any hunt, the prey has to surrender. There's always a moment when it does, when the understanding comes and they let go. Until Kurt is there, Corrigan won't move forward.
Though Kurt cannot describe it with words, something strikes them when the wolf speaks, something primal inside them, like a pull in their gut. His voice is so deep and low, commanding authority, but still clear as a bell. Kurt believes him then, when he repeats that they're safe, that no one will hurt them. They cannot articulate why, but they know deep in their bones that they really are safe in his hands.
In all of their hands. More than pinning them down so the eldest can have his way with them, the wolfmen all seem to be caressing them now, big warm hands impossibly gentle with every part of Kurt's body. There's still fear, of course there is, even if they believe his words, but it gets increasingly hard to remain fearful when they're so overwhelmed with touch. They shiver, resisting for a beat longer, hard-taught lessons still ringing in their ears. Nudity is shameful. Touch is shameful. Pleasure is shameful.
They are shameful.
But... if being touched all over like this is shameful, why does it feel so good? The hands at their calves, ankles, the soles of their feet, their wrists and palms, their neck, their tear-streaked face, the fingers playing so gently with their hair... Kurt closes their eyes, letting out a shaky breath, letting the wolf's words drown out the shame they have been taught to feel. They're safe, they're safe, no one will hurt them...
Naseer feels them relaxing under his paws, a warm smile spreading over his face. "There you go... Just like that, you're perfect, little one," he murmurs, silky and warm, threading his fingers through theirs. Their hands are so tiny and pale within his own. As soon as the human stops crying, Benji seems to relax too, the eager pup looking between Kurt and Corrigan with hope and excitement all over his face. He wants to see his alpha at work.
Oh, so you can kick my ass? [Another of those bright, cheeky grins.] I see how it is.
[Corry watches Kyle for a long moment, before reaching over and gently taking his hand.] I like that you're different. I like that you don't apologize for it.
Corrigan hums his approval, feeling that slow shift from terror to just unease. Being nervous is normal -- he's huge, and Kurt is so small, so delicate. It won't be like the wild, raucous, heated tumbles in the sheets or the fields with his brothers -- there he doesn't have to worry too much about preparation or holding back. This first time, he'll have to be gentle. He doesn't want to break their new toy before everyone has a chance to play.
"Good," Corrigan murmurs, leaning forward and pressing his mouth to Kurt’s, slow and deep and hot. He tastes their anxious, curious, confused desire, can feel it starting to lace through their scent, and he smiles as he pulls away. "Just lie back and let me enjoy you," he breathes, kissing their chin, their throat. "Let us take care of you."
The warm air changes slightly, charged with Corrigan’s intention -- now that the little human isn't fighting, he wastes no more time. He can feel his brothers just barely holding back, respect for their alpha warring with desire, can smell their desire in the air. Like any hunt, he gets the first bite, first chance to savor the delicacy laid out on the fresh green grass.
But he'll allow them to participate, being a benevolent alpha. Naseer has Kurt’s hands and, on either side of the little human, Kai and Leo guide their legs towards their chest, bending at the knee, then spreading them open. Like this, Corrigan can easily lean down and slide his tongue over their untouched, virgin hole, taking his time, letting the other wolves watch. "Perfect," he all but growls, fingers digging into Kurt's pale ass and spreading it wide so he can thoroughly prepare them. He doesn't bother being quiet -- and he doesn't care if Kurt does either. Let the entire forest hear the pleasure he brings. Let them all envy.
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Date: 2023-04-05 09:12 pm (UTC)[He shrugs, fingers knotting together.]
Which sounds awful, but I'm really bad at making friends. And like... being an Omega makes it weird. There's a lot of people who don't wanna be around you. Like we're all supposed to just hang out with each other fucking... redecorating our apartments or something.
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Date: 2023-04-06 12:46 am (UTC)And god knows Omega stereotypes are worse than most kinds. Must be hard to convince people to see outside them, hm?
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Date: 2023-04-06 04:22 am (UTC)Yeah. I just... let people think I'm a Beta, if I can. Because it's the dumbest shit, like, okay. I like sports. You know how many guys don't wanna play with an Omega? So many! Like I'm gonna suck at it, or cry if I lose, or like... turn it into a gangbang, I dunno.
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Date: 2023-04-06 08:23 pm (UTC)Do you regret letting it slip? That night at the club?
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Date: 2023-04-06 08:54 pm (UTC)[He sighs.] I'm embarrassed about it, and part of me thinks I can never go back because nobody will let me do anything but be a sub, now.
But on the other hand, there's you. You were great. And you're here right now, which is even better.
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Date: 2023-04-07 12:25 am (UTC)[Then, finishing off his whiskey, Corry turns to face Kyle fully.] You usually like being more dominant, then? With anyone, or...? [He...might be offering? He might. Maybe. It's been a long, long time since he switched roles, but. He's not opposed.]
werewolf au i guess i guess
Date: 2023-04-07 12:38 am (UTC)Corrigan had been chosen that way. As his pack grew, he proved again and again he was the best leader, the best strategist, the best at hunting and running and hiding and fighting. There was no larger clan banner for himself and the other loners he picked up along the way, no protection of a codified territory, just the few of them in an old cabin they'd found and fixed up, sheltering against the wind and snow and cold of a handful of winters in the mountains. And for a while, that had been enough -- Corrigan and his brothers, his family, his pack.
Lately, though, he can sense the tension building, the cracks starting to form. He can feel, like any good leader should, how there are frustrations and pent-up stress without outlets, showing in more frequent fighting, more sulking and brooding, more splintering off into sub-factions. That's normal, in a pack. But it's also a sign that a group of six werewolf men need something to unify them, a common focus, something to fight for, instead of against each other. Someone to help relieve all that pent-up tension.
So: Corrigan leads them to the edge of the forest, close enough to see the human settlement, for a particular kind of hunt. The six of them settle down in the bushes and they wait. There are six, and that's a good amount.
But seven would be better.
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Date: 2023-04-07 12:40 am (UTC)[Kyle meets his gaze fearlessly. Even if he goes a little pink.]
Usually, yeah. Like as a general thing. I don't often actually throw sex in the mix. That's for special people.
THANK U FOR MY LIFE
Date: 2023-04-07 01:01 am (UTC)Thankfully, a nubile little thing finally splits off from the crowd before any of the pups get any other rash ideas. From a distance, they look like a young woman, long hair held in place by a red scarf tied around their head, their skirts dragging against the dusty ground. But upon closer inspection, their shoulders are too broad and their chest is too flat for even Benjamin to confuse them for a girl.
It matters precious little, of course. With how fractured and rattled the pack has become, any distraction is welcome. Especially when it wanders so cluelessly right into their path, smelling like life and youth and innocence. Where the little human is rushing to so heedlessly doesn't matter either. They won't get there.
"How do you want to do this, Cor?" Naseer asks, unable to take his eyes off their prey. Even being the eldest (debatably) of the pack, not even he can help how his mouth waters at the sight. "How far should we let it get before..?"
a gift a treasure
Date: 2023-04-07 01:13 am (UTC)No small task. Naseer is Corrigan's oldest friend, his second-in-command, his right-hand man, and can usually be counted upon to keep the pack in line. His level-headed approach can usually be counted upon to help soothe the younger, more impulsive pack members. But he's practically vibrating with eagerness, like he's just fresh out of puphood -- and Corrigan can't blame him. Every swish of the long, modest skirts sends sweet, alluring scent wafting their way, every toss of the human's long sleek hair catches the light and the eye, and the pack gets more and more restless with every step they take along the path into the woods.
"Not yet," Corrigan says firmly, cutting off Benjamin's pleading protests, sending the youngest pack member slinking back to sulk beside Kai, who grins and ruffles his hair. Beside them, Leo is watching the crowd, keeping an eye out for any other humans who might be following. And Miles --
-- well. Miles isn't there. Miles had sulked off after losing another fight for leadership, and that's his own damn fault. Corrigan can't help thinking of them as a pack of six, but the truth is, Miles is gone more than he's present. He thinks most of the pack is relieved about this, amidst their sadness. Losing a pack member is always painful, no matter how much of a dick they are.
Shaking himself, Corrigan rolls his shoulders back a couple times and nods. "Spread out," he murmurs, a last verbal command, before he's shifting and shimmering into wolf-form and slinking off through the shadows. He can feel the others following his lead, six massive canine shapes taking positions around the oblivious little human and following it deeper into the woods. They want their prey, their prize, but they can have a little bit of a chase first, as a treat...
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Date: 2023-04-07 01:40 am (UTC)Father was cruel to them again today. He doesn't understand why his only son (ugh) won't just be like the other boys (ugh), won't just fall in line and get a job (ugh), or at least pick up a rifle (ugh) and go hunting some savages (ugh). He refuses to grasp that some people aren't like him, and refuse to be as cold and cruel as him, especially because they're told to.
Kurt was always a strange child, preferring the delicate luxuries of women, all fripperies and fragrances and tea cakes and gentle tasks better suited for their small hands. They've always had a fierce stubborn streak, rather taking their father's cruelty than bending to his whims, too reckless in their convictions. Truly, the only thing that's changed with the onset of adulthood is that now, Kurt is free to just leave.
And so they have. Thoughtlessly, without horse or protection, only a small knapsack filled with hardtack and necessities clutched in their gloved hand as they stormed off, making a beeline for the woods. They don't know where they're going, but surely if they find and follow the river, they'll come upon a settlement sooner or later. Anywhere is better than here.
It's only after an hour of determined walking that the sudden snap of a branch catches their attention, making them whirl around, staring at a rustling bush. Had it rustled? Was it simply the wind? "Show yourself," they challenge, hoping they're only speaking to thin air. In their hurry to leave, they'd forgotten that ferals have been reported in the area. "I'm not in the mood for games..."
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Date: 2023-04-07 02:26 am (UTC)But there, the moment -- the cabin was only yards away, hidden behind a craggy overhang of rock and the bend in the stream, and the human had turned, defiant and huffy and tiny. It was perfect.
"Oh, but you see," Corrigan called out, shifting out of his wolfish form and into his muscled, lean, sharp-fanged humanoid one. He stepped out of the bushes, fur along his spine, hands ending in claws, feral and ferocious and grinning. "We are in the mood for a game, little one."
Around him, the pack appeared, hanving surrounded the little human. Kai emerged from the bushes, grabbing both the youth's slender arms and pinning them behind their back, his hair loose, eyes glinting, tongue gliding over his lips. "Mmmm, you smell too damn good," he growled, ducking his head and burying his stubbly face into the humans neck, inhaling deeply.
Scowling, Benji leapt forward as well, grabbing the human by the waist. "Don't hog them, I want to smell too!"
Corrigan suppressed a heavy sigh, his dramatic moment thoroughly ruined. Again.
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Date: 2023-04-07 02:46 am (UTC)But it's not a marauder. It's not a human. It's not even just one. We, he says, grinning triumphantly, only for four more feral wolfmen to emerge from every direction, utterly surrounding them. Kurt shrieks as they're grabbed from behind, then from the front, two enormous humanoid wolves manhandling them and breathing in their scent without a care for their cries.
This is how they die. They're certain of it. Heedlessly walking into a pack of feral werewolves and becoming their dinner. "N-No! Please, stop! L-Let go of me!" they cry, struggling and writhing in Kai's firm grasp, kicking at Benji's strong legs, feeling tears welling up as nothing seems to work. They're too small, nowhere near strong enough. They're going to die.
"Oh, but you're frightening them, boys," Naseer all but purrs, stalking close and running a clawed hand up the length of their pinned arm, over the collar of their modest dress, buttoned up so tall and tight the lace comes up to their jaw. The smell of their tears is intoxicating. It's only Naseer's age that keeps him from going into rut just being near them—if only barely. "Besides, it's not your turn yet. You both know your place."
A pointed reminder that alpha alone gets the first taste of their prize.
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Date: 2023-04-07 04:08 am (UTC)[That gets a bemused, toothy grin.] Am I special?
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Date: 2023-04-07 04:13 am (UTC)[His blush deepens and he has to look away.]
...very.
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Date: 2023-04-07 04:27 am (UTC)Turning his gaze to the struggling, tearful little human, Corrigan shakes his head slightly in sadness. "You think we're going to devour you, don't you, little prey?" He moves forward slowly, as Kai and Benjamin adjust their grips, each gripping one of the trembling youth's arms and legs, scooping them clear off the ground. Leo steps forward as well, holding their waist from behind, all three beast men eager for their alphas approval. As tempting as the modestly-covered little human is, the urge to please Corrigan outweighs it.
So their prey is held still, helpless to do anything but submit to Corrigan’s huge hands slowly reaching out, stroking over the layers of fabric, mapping out the shape of the human's shivering body. "That's what they tell you in that settlement, isn't it? Beware the savage ferals, or they'll snatch you and gobble you up."
Exchanging a grin with the other wolves, Corrigan grips two handfuls of the thick, voluminous skirt and slowly, effortlessly, starts to rip it open, exposing the young human's legs, inch by inch. "Well, we're certainly going to enjoy you. But in a much...much more pleasant way."
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Date: 2023-04-07 09:24 am (UTC)Until he starts shredding their skirt, layers of calico and wool splitting effortlessly in his grasp, slowly revealing Kurt's pale legs. Their eyes widen, pulse spiking, before their kicking and screaming picks up in earnest, making even three grown beast men struggle to keep them upright. "No! P-Please, please don't, anything but th-that!" Their desperate voice splits the cool afternoon air, tears streaming down their face, turning bright red under all those freckles.
If he keeps going, if he's serious about this, he'll soon see that Kurt is far from the maiden girl he must assume they are. He will be furious, he will hurt them, they all will, they will die terrified and humiliated and alone in the darkened woods, they don't want to die like this—!
"Shhh, sweet little one," Naseer hums, pressing closer, running a hand over their writhing stomach while the other smooths over Corrigan's back, fingers tangling in his fur. He urges his brother, his alpha, to keep going. With every inch of skin exposed, more of their scent is revealed, and he can tell the younger wolves are struggling to control themselves. Benji's eyes are turning black with desire, even Leo's carefree attitude is starting to slip. Naseer can feel his own grip on control starting to slip, claws hitching on the belt tied so tightly around their tiny waist. "Don't fight this. We're going to show you pleasure the likes of which you never thought possible."
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Date: 2023-04-07 02:26 pm (UTC)Their beautiful, soft, untouched body. Corrigan grips two handfuls of their lacy blouse as well, tears it open, scattering buttons onto the ground, disappearing in the grass. There's a collective sound of barely-contained longing among the wolves as their prize is laid bare, neck to ankles, pale and trembling and unaware of how much pleasure their own body can give them.
Corrigan strokes his hands leisurely up the human's spread legs, over their bared hips and stomach and chest, learning their shape for the first time. "We've been waiting a long time for you, little one," he murmurs, claws dragging lightly over the barely-visible scattering of freckles. "We won't hurt you."
"Except in a fun way," Kai adds, even his usual teasing tone thick with desire. The others chuckle breathlessly, only loyalty to their alpha keeping them from also caressing their captive.
Corrigan is tempted to just claim the human there, held open by his brothers, waiting for him. But he glances around, sees a patch of grass in the sun, thinks of the long lazy afternoons to come where this human will service and pleasure and be doted on by the wolves, taken leisurely in the bright outdoors without the shame and fear of their youth. "Take them over there," he commands, nodding towards the soft, mossy sunlit patch. "I want to claim them in the light."
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Date: 2023-04-07 04:13 pm (UTC)But he's somehow still gentle with them, clawed hands so so careful as they explore Kurt's trembling body, his voice a low tender rumble. He promises they won't hurt them. Kurt doesn't believe him. How could they? He's a beast.
But he sounds true all the same... like he really has waited so long for them to cross his path. Him and all the rest of them. The sight of their naked body doesn't deter him either. Like the shape of them doesn't matter. Like they're good enough just as they are.
"N-No, please, please," they cry and beg, still frightened no matter how gentle he is. The stranger intends to claim them right here in the sunny patch they're carried into, not even the warm softness of moss and mayflowers easing their pounding heart as they're laid down by the beast men. Kurt has never even known the touch of a man, and now they're going to lose their innocence to a wolf, only for the rest of them, all five of them, want a go with them too.
Perhaps death would be a better fate after all.
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Date: 2023-04-07 04:52 pm (UTC)Naseer, at least, understands the brutal way the human settlements treat their young, the rigidity they enforce from their earliest days to keep them fearful and submissive. He understands how those ingrained terrors can manifest any time something unnatural gets too close. He reaches out to take the human's wrists pin them firmly to the soft grass, gentle and careful, but unyielding.
"You have nothing to fear," Corrigan murmurs again, feeling the warm sun on his back as he kneels over the trembling youth, breathes in their sweet scent, the tears and sweat and struggle laced with panic. He knows that'll change, that as soon as the pleasure comes, that'll be all the human will feel. He nuzzles into the crook of their neck, mouthing at the place his bite will mark them, claim them, make them part of his pack. Nothing about this is unnatural -- and soon this nameless, fearful, haunted human will realize that.
Which reminds him -- Corrigan pauses, pulling back and meeting those teary bright eyes with his deep dark ones. "Tell me your name, little one."
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Date: 2023-04-07 05:36 pm (UTC)Wolves don't cause harm the way people do.
Kurt's struggles against Naseer's unmoving grip start waning as their treacherous body warms to the alpha's touch, to his hot mouth against their skin, his wet tongue over their pulse. They have to squeeze their thighs together as they feel the first stirrings of arousal. It's not fair. They don't want this. They don't. But the wolf's careful mouth and gentle hands and low, rumbling voice makes their breath come out heavy and hot, their cheeks going bright red.
"P-Please... My name is K-Kurt, please, please don't hurt me..." The thrill of knowing their name is dampened by their fear. Naseer looks up at his alpha, wordlessly begging him to do something, so ease the poor thing's misery. It's not their fault they fear what's coming, when they—as all humans—were raised on lies.
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Date: 2023-04-07 06:28 pm (UTC)Bared like this, he can see old bruises, marks left to undercut the cruel words that have no doubt been hurtled at Kurt all their life. The younger wolves don't understand, but Corrigan and Naseer grew up close enough to humans to know -- anyone who's different is treated with exceptional cruelty. And Kurt is different. Their skirts and soft hair, the shape of their body they try to hide, their lone venture into the woods -- it speaks of things that make Corrigan’s heart ache. So he leans back, enough to rest his forehead against Kurt’s, letting them breathe him in, feel the warmth and strength of his presence.
"You're safe," he murmurs, hands coming up to stroke the sides of their teary face. He feels, more than sees Naseer doing the same, thumbs stroking over Kurt’s delicate wrists, holding their hands more than restraining them. Kai has one of their legs, Leo the other, and each follows their alpha’s lead, nuzzling and soothing the trembling muscles with their big, warm hands. Benjamin, at a loss for a moment, eventually settles for gathering Kurt's hair gently out of the way, clumsy but careful. The concentrated caresses of all five speak wordlessly of their happiness, their delight, their desire.
But like any hunt, the prey has to surrender. There's always a moment when it does, when the understanding comes and they let go. Until Kurt is there, Corrigan won't move forward.
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Date: 2023-04-07 07:17 pm (UTC)In all of their hands. More than pinning them down so the eldest can have his way with them, the wolfmen all seem to be caressing them now, big warm hands impossibly gentle with every part of Kurt's body. There's still fear, of course there is, even if they believe his words, but it gets increasingly hard to remain fearful when they're so overwhelmed with touch. They shiver, resisting for a beat longer, hard-taught lessons still ringing in their ears. Nudity is shameful. Touch is shameful. Pleasure is shameful.
They are shameful.
But... if being touched all over like this is shameful, why does it feel so good? The hands at their calves, ankles, the soles of their feet, their wrists and palms, their neck, their tear-streaked face, the fingers playing so gently with their hair... Kurt closes their eyes, letting out a shaky breath, letting the wolf's words drown out the shame they have been taught to feel. They're safe, they're safe, no one will hurt them...
Naseer feels them relaxing under his paws, a warm smile spreading over his face. "There you go... Just like that, you're perfect, little one," he murmurs, silky and warm, threading his fingers through theirs. Their hands are so tiny and pale within his own. As soon as the human stops crying, Benji seems to relax too, the eager pup looking between Kurt and Corrigan with hope and excitement all over his face. He wants to see his alpha at work.
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Date: 2023-04-07 07:30 pm (UTC)[Corry watches Kyle for a long moment, before reaching over and gently taking his hand.] I like that you're different. I like that you don't apologize for it.
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Date: 2023-04-07 07:40 pm (UTC)"Good," Corrigan murmurs, leaning forward and pressing his mouth to Kurt’s, slow and deep and hot. He tastes their anxious, curious, confused desire, can feel it starting to lace through their scent, and he smiles as he pulls away. "Just lie back and let me enjoy you," he breathes, kissing their chin, their throat. "Let us take care of you."
The warm air changes slightly, charged with Corrigan’s intention -- now that the little human isn't fighting, he wastes no more time. He can feel his brothers just barely holding back, respect for their alpha warring with desire, can smell their desire in the air. Like any hunt, he gets the first bite, first chance to savor the delicacy laid out on the fresh green grass.
But he'll allow them to participate, being a benevolent alpha. Naseer has Kurt’s hands and, on either side of the little human, Kai and Leo guide their legs towards their chest, bending at the knee, then spreading them open. Like this, Corrigan can easily lean down and slide his tongue over their untouched, virgin hole, taking his time, letting the other wolves watch. "Perfect," he all but growls, fingers digging into Kurt's pale ass and spreading it wide so he can thoroughly prepare them. He doesn't bother being quiet -- and he doesn't care if Kurt does either. Let the entire forest hear the pleasure he brings. Let them all envy.