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hehe. butt emoji.
you're both. you have the rare gift of being entirely adorable and sexy as fuck simultaneously.
you're both. you have the rare gift of being entirely adorable and sexy as fuck simultaneously.
All at the same time?
Babe. You're so cute.
Babe. You're so cute.
Oh, certainly, silly me.
It was less you "letting" and more you "begging", if I remember correctly.
It was less you "letting" and more you "begging", if I remember correctly.
sounds a hell of a lot like torture to me.
let’s go with d. all of the above. I’m on my way. 15, tops.
let’s go with d. all of the above. I’m on my way. 15, tops.
Wouldn't dream if it. I'm not planning on leaving the bed for a good 24 hours, to start.
Elaborate on those cravings, hm?
Elaborate on those cravings, hm?
All of the above works for me, sugar. Room 305, text when you're here.
Just any old dick? [He needs a tiiiiny bit of wooing, okay.]
I know damn well how you get when you're angry and horny and I'm fuckin addicted to it, baby.
You know that.
You know that.
[ Ten minutes later, she’s pulling up to the building. Another three and she’s in the elevator. ]
two minutes.
two minutes.
Alpha spoke the truth. They'd only just gotten started enjoying Kurt's body for a second time, easing them through climax after climax, using their hands and mouth and ass with renewed purpose. Once Corrigan and Naseer are done with them—that in itself taking a while, as neither of the pack leaders want to relinquish their shuddering, wailing little mate—the rest of the pack returns from breaking down the buck, more than happy to join in.
It does wonders for Kurt's anxious nerves, letting their hungry mates help themselves to their body. They completely forget ever being frightened of them. How could they be frightened of Kai, patiently teaching them how to pleasure him with their hands, or of Leo, licking and sucking their sensitive nipples while fucking them slow and deep, or of Benji, gasping breathlessly as he comes down their throat for the first time? How could they be frightened of their Alpha, watching his pack enjoy their mate with a loving smile on his face?
Kurt wishes this would go on forever. This mindless, all-consuming bliss, the roaring swells of pleasure and joy inside them every time they come, every time they take a knot, every time their stomach swells close to bursting with their mates' spend.
But it too comes to an end. After relieving themselves within their mate, the pack regains its composure, cleaning the little human up and allowing them their rest. The herbal medicines have left them free of pain and nerves, the pack's focused attentions leaving them giggly and affectionate within the furs, cuddling with anyone who wants to. They all talk for a while, shadows inching across the dusty cabin floor as they get to know each other throughout the day, sharing how long the pack has been here, when they all joined, who claimed who. Kurt shares what they're comfortable sharing, telling the curious pack about their skills, their interests, their dreams of being a homesteader.
Being a wolf isn't so different from being a human as they'd been lead to believe.
By the time the sun starts waning, Kurt is up and about, exploring the cabin with Benji by their side. Naseer is tending to the simmering stew, having shown them what herbs he uses to flavor the cooking meat—teaching them, as they may take over preparing meals in the future—leaving the youngest pack members to prepare the bowls for eating.
"You carved these yourself?" Kurt asks, mesmerized as they turn a rough hewn bowl over in their hands. "That's amazing. You're really talented, Benji."
It does wonders for Kurt's anxious nerves, letting their hungry mates help themselves to their body. They completely forget ever being frightened of them. How could they be frightened of Kai, patiently teaching them how to pleasure him with their hands, or of Leo, licking and sucking their sensitive nipples while fucking them slow and deep, or of Benji, gasping breathlessly as he comes down their throat for the first time? How could they be frightened of their Alpha, watching his pack enjoy their mate with a loving smile on his face?
Kurt wishes this would go on forever. This mindless, all-consuming bliss, the roaring swells of pleasure and joy inside them every time they come, every time they take a knot, every time their stomach swells close to bursting with their mates' spend.
But it too comes to an end. After relieving themselves within their mate, the pack regains its composure, cleaning the little human up and allowing them their rest. The herbal medicines have left them free of pain and nerves, the pack's focused attentions leaving them giggly and affectionate within the furs, cuddling with anyone who wants to. They all talk for a while, shadows inching across the dusty cabin floor as they get to know each other throughout the day, sharing how long the pack has been here, when they all joined, who claimed who. Kurt shares what they're comfortable sharing, telling the curious pack about their skills, their interests, their dreams of being a homesteader.
Being a wolf isn't so different from being a human as they'd been lead to believe.
By the time the sun starts waning, Kurt is up and about, exploring the cabin with Benji by their side. Naseer is tending to the simmering stew, having shown them what herbs he uses to flavor the cooking meat—teaching them, as they may take over preparing meals in the future—leaving the youngest pack members to prepare the bowls for eating.
"You carved these yourself?" Kurt asks, mesmerized as they turn a rough hewn bowl over in their hands. "That's amazing. You're really talented, Benji."
"He has his moments," Kai teases, sitting up from where he'd been sprawled in the furs, half-asleep, even though it's been hours since he'd spilled over Kurt's hands with an all-consuming growl of pleasure. Corrigan’s still there, sitting back against the furs with his eyes half-closed, blissful in the satisfaction of his pack, his mate. The fearful unease of that morning is gone, replaced with a comfortable bliss the Alpha hasn't felt since leaving his childhood pack -- a cohesion he's longed for ever since.
Kurt had done that. Beautiful, sweet-voiced, bright-eyed Kurt, their hair neatly rebraided (Benji had pulled most of it loose when Kurt was sucking him off, and had apologized profusely, the words not ringing fully true considering he was still coming as he said them) and hanging down their back, their bare feet so small against the dusty ground. Corrigan idly thinks about brooms, about the way the shabby little cabin can be fixed up, the unused back room turned into a proper bedroom, the ways he can turn their den into a home. He wants to do it all immediately, wants to give Kurt everything they've ever dreamed of, everything they could possibly want.
There's time, though. Time for him to chuckle as Kai bounds up, grabbing Benji around the waist and nuzzling at his neck, teasing: "Look at you blushing, pup, like you didn't just come your brains out down their pretty throat. Don't be so modest."
"I'm not blushing!" Benji squawks, absolutely blushing as he tries to wriggle free from his brother's grasp.
Kurt had done that. Beautiful, sweet-voiced, bright-eyed Kurt, their hair neatly rebraided (Benji had pulled most of it loose when Kurt was sucking him off, and had apologized profusely, the words not ringing fully true considering he was still coming as he said them) and hanging down their back, their bare feet so small against the dusty ground. Corrigan idly thinks about brooms, about the way the shabby little cabin can be fixed up, the unused back room turned into a proper bedroom, the ways he can turn their den into a home. He wants to do it all immediately, wants to give Kurt everything they've ever dreamed of, everything they could possibly want.
There's time, though. Time for him to chuckle as Kai bounds up, grabbing Benji around the waist and nuzzling at his neck, teasing: "Look at you blushing, pup, like you didn't just come your brains out down their pretty throat. Don't be so modest."
"I'm not blushing!" Benji squawks, absolutely blushing as he tries to wriggle free from his brother's grasp.
Kurt giggles brightly, their blush almost matching Benji's as they realize how long it's been since they've laughed so freely. It's like they're surprised by the sound of their own laughter. While it sounds foreign and sharp to their ears, it feels so good to just laugh, not held back by fear of scorn or retribution. No one is going to punish them for giggling. No one is furious that they're having fun.
They're also blushing from Kai's words, still remembering the taste of Benji's cock in their mouth, his spend coating their tongue. Part of them wonders if they'll ever get used to this. The sex, the pleasure, their own nudity in the presence of five adult men. How freely they all talk about sex, like it's not shameful or wrong in the slightest. How generous they are with their praise. No one has ever called their throat pretty before.
Kurt supposes they will get used to it with time. Because even as strange and alien as this all is, they know they can never go back to a human life ever again. Why would they want to? Being with the wolves feels so good, so safe.
"Now, be nice to your brother, Kai," they admonish gently, still beaming, crooked teeth and all. "I think Benji is very talented. Carving tableware by hand is no joke! Humans need special machines to even do this, did you know that?" They carefully stack the bowls into each other, feeling the weight of them in their arms. Feeding six people is no joke either, it's heavy work!
They're also blushing from Kai's words, still remembering the taste of Benji's cock in their mouth, his spend coating their tongue. Part of them wonders if they'll ever get used to this. The sex, the pleasure, their own nudity in the presence of five adult men. How freely they all talk about sex, like it's not shameful or wrong in the slightest. How generous they are with their praise. No one has ever called their throat pretty before.
Kurt supposes they will get used to it with time. Because even as strange and alien as this all is, they know they can never go back to a human life ever again. Why would they want to? Being with the wolves feels so good, so safe.
"Now, be nice to your brother, Kai," they admonish gently, still beaming, crooked teeth and all. "I think Benji is very talented. Carving tableware by hand is no joke! Humans need special machines to even do this, did you know that?" They carefully stack the bowls into each other, feeling the weight of them in their arms. Feeding six people is no joke either, it's heavy work!
"Humans need damn machines for everything. Catch a fish with your teeth, that's the real way to do it." Kai huffs in mock annoyance, but all of the wolves' affection is blatantly obvious -- Naseer by the fire, Leo tossing sticks into the flames to stoke it, Benji squirming in Kai's teasing grasp. They all instinctively turn towards Kurt, like the small human is the center of their whole universe. Their laughter, their sweet smile, their gently chiding words are somehow just as enticing as their moans of pleasure had been.
Even Corrigan, who knows inherently an Alpha's power and draw, understands that the heart of his pack has shifted. If it came to it, each of his brothers would choose Kurt's safety, Kurt's life over their own -- over even their Alpha’s. The thought is surprisingly not troubling to him. He'd rather they choose Kurt, each time.
Corrigan wants deeply to just lounge back in the furs until dinnertime, but he pauses. Perhaps some preternatural Alpha sense tells him to be cautious, seeing the teetering bowls in Kurt's arms, so close to Benji and Kai's roughhousing. "Careful," he barks at the wolves, even as Benji squirms free and stumbles over his own feet.
Even Corrigan, who knows inherently an Alpha's power and draw, understands that the heart of his pack has shifted. If it came to it, each of his brothers would choose Kurt's safety, Kurt's life over their own -- over even their Alpha’s. The thought is surprisingly not troubling to him. He'd rather they choose Kurt, each time.
Corrigan wants deeply to just lounge back in the furs until dinnertime, but he pauses. Perhaps some preternatural Alpha sense tells him to be cautious, seeing the teetering bowls in Kurt's arms, so close to Benji and Kai's roughhousing. "Careful," he barks at the wolves, even as Benji squirms free and stumbles over his own feet.
"Easy for you to say! You could snap me in half with teeth like that," Kurt jokes, laughing even brighter at the mental image of a human kneeling by a river with a fish in their mouth. It feels so natural, joking with them like this, feeling so relaxed even while naked, even while surrounded and outnumbered by five strangers twice their size. Despite the lingering nerves, Kurt can feel themself blossoming, slowly opening up to the pack. Their new family. It feels so good to let their guard down.
It also proves to be dangerous. Benji stumbles away from Kai, his long awkward arms flailing as he tries to catch himself, smacking little Kurt right between their shoulders just as they turn to carry the bowls back to the fireplace. Startled, they stumble too, losing their balance, losing their grip, falling—
Everything happens all at once. Bowls go flying, clattering to the ground with an awful cacophony of wood meeting wood, sending dust flying into the air. One of the bowls ricochets off a jar of powdered nettle left out on the counter, which shatters as soon as it hits the floor, powder and glass going everywhere. Kurt hits the floor too with a sharp cry, just barely catching themself on their elbows, pain shooting through their body from the sudden impact, skin breaking. Thankfully, as they push themself up, it seems they're largely unharmed, escaping with only scrapes and bruises.
But when they look up to see the damage they've caused, they fear that might not be the case for long. They made such an awful mess. They spilled precious medicine all over the floor. They cracked a couple of Benji's beautiful handmade bowls, one of them split right down the middle. Father would've beat them within an inch of their life if they did this to him.
But they're not with Father. They're surrounded and outnumbered by five strangers twice their size, with teeth that could snap them in half. The stab of fear in their gut at that thought is petrifying, making their blood run ice cold.
"Sorry," they barely manage, unable to look at any of them as they push themself up on their knees, trembling hands trying and failing to sweep up their mess. It's hard to see anything through the vale of tears over their eyes. "Sorry, s-sorry, I'm s-so sorry, please..."
It also proves to be dangerous. Benji stumbles away from Kai, his long awkward arms flailing as he tries to catch himself, smacking little Kurt right between their shoulders just as they turn to carry the bowls back to the fireplace. Startled, they stumble too, losing their balance, losing their grip, falling—
Everything happens all at once. Bowls go flying, clattering to the ground with an awful cacophony of wood meeting wood, sending dust flying into the air. One of the bowls ricochets off a jar of powdered nettle left out on the counter, which shatters as soon as it hits the floor, powder and glass going everywhere. Kurt hits the floor too with a sharp cry, just barely catching themself on their elbows, pain shooting through their body from the sudden impact, skin breaking. Thankfully, as they push themself up, it seems they're largely unharmed, escaping with only scrapes and bruises.
But when they look up to see the damage they've caused, they fear that might not be the case for long. They made such an awful mess. They spilled precious medicine all over the floor. They cracked a couple of Benji's beautiful handmade bowls, one of them split right down the middle. Father would've beat them within an inch of their life if they did this to him.
But they're not with Father. They're surrounded and outnumbered by five strangers twice their size, with teeth that could snap them in half. The stab of fear in their gut at that thought is petrifying, making their blood run ice cold.
"Sorry," they barely manage, unable to look at any of them as they push themself up on their knees, trembling hands trying and failing to sweep up their mess. It's hard to see anything through the vale of tears over their eyes. "Sorry, s-sorry, I'm s-so sorry, please..."
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