It's time, he says, and Kurt quickly snaps to attention, panting from the fervor of Benji's kiss, the intensity of everyone's attentions, the silky filthy words mumbled into their ear. They've gone soft and pink and pliant now, a delectable contrast splayed out against emerald green grass and delicate flowers, a far cry from the terrified, weeping human of minutes before. Curiosity becomes them, as does desire, as does submission.

Kurt watches with rapt attention as Corrigan guides his long, thick, inhuman cock to their hole, their hand squeezing Naseer's without thinking, another hand finding Benji's hair. They expect it to hurt. It must. They were always taught that, even with a human cock like theirs, sex is painful and bad, a necessary evil to create life.

Those lessons couldn't have been more wrong. With his focused preparation, Corrigan slides inside without resistance, slick and slow, that massive cock disappearing inside them. And Kurt does as Naseer demanded, crying their pleasure into the woods, a shrill sound of surprise and delight and bliss. Their fingers squeeze tightly—Benji shudders wildly from the tug at his nape—their legs spread wider—without Kai or Leo's help—and their cries grow louder the deeper Corrigan sinks into them. He's so massive, their flat stomach starts bulging at the intrusion. He fits perfectly.

"Y-Yes! Yes, please, o-oh, please!" they cry, pleading, barely filled for the very first time and already demanding more. Naseer beams, watching his alpha claim their new mate, heart singing with pride. Kurt will fit right into the pack. Their place was always here with them.