"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."
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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."