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."
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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."