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."
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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."