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."
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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."