Even without the five pairs of hands immobilizing them, pinning them down against sun-warmed grass, Kurt would still be powerless to fight the waves of pleasure that crash over them. Corrigan starts pounding into them in earnest, yanking their hips down against his own again and again and again, and it makes them see stars every single time. It's the most addicting feeling, the purest ecstasy, enough to completely lose themself within.
When their eyes finally manage to focus on him again, seeing his features all animal and distorted, Kurt feels an initial stab of fright in their gut. He looks like he's moments from tearing their throat out. There's no wonder humans fear beastfolk.
It's a crying shame, Kurt thinks as they're fucked into the grass at a merciless pace, that humans won't ever know the heights of pleasure wolfmen like Corrigan can take them to. Won't ever know the warmth of their touch, the tender care they take of their mates. Kurt is so lucky.
They don't know what a knot is, or why it will hurt, and they can't even form the words to ask. All they can do is cry and sob their pleasure at the midday sun, nodding fervently the whole time. Corrigan said—alpha said—they can do it, they can take it, and so they will. They won't be afraid. They will do anything for their alpha.
Just as he starts swelling, his growing knot colliding with their virgin hole over and over, the little human hurtles over the edge with a near-howling wail, unable to hold back anymore. Kurt seizes as they come, throwing their head back, baring their throat for him and spilling wave after wave of come all over themself. Rather than the tight shuddering squeeze of orgasm making it harder for Corrigan's knot to slip inside, Kurt's little body becomes more pliant and welcoming than ever. They're ready to take him. They're ready to become his.
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Date: 2023-04-10 09:43 am (UTC)When their eyes finally manage to focus on him again, seeing his features all animal and distorted, Kurt feels an initial stab of fright in their gut. He looks like he's moments from tearing their throat out. There's no wonder humans fear beastfolk.
It's a crying shame, Kurt thinks as they're fucked into the grass at a merciless pace, that humans won't ever know the heights of pleasure wolfmen like Corrigan can take them to. Won't ever know the warmth of their touch, the tender care they take of their mates. Kurt is so lucky.
They don't know what a knot is, or why it will hurt, and they can't even form the words to ask. All they can do is cry and sob their pleasure at the midday sun, nodding fervently the whole time. Corrigan said—alpha said—they can do it, they can take it, and so they will. They won't be afraid. They will do anything for their alpha.
Just as he starts swelling, his growing knot colliding with their virgin hole over and over, the little human hurtles over the edge with a near-howling wail, unable to hold back anymore. Kurt seizes as they come, throwing their head back, baring their throat for him and spilling wave after wave of come all over themself. Rather than the tight shuddering squeeze of orgasm making it harder for Corrigan's knot to slip inside, Kurt's little body becomes more pliant and welcoming than ever. They're ready to take him. They're ready to become his.