"Mmmm, you're going to make me blush, brother," Naseer coos, beaming at his alpha, watching him gently and dutifully caressing their pretty little mate as he fucks them. From the keening noises they make, the shivering of their body, they must be utterly dumbfounded with pleasure. And they are. Kurt is so overwhelmed with pleasure and attention and adoring, filthy words, that it's a wonder they're still upright. In fact, if it weren't for the massive cocks filling them from either end, they may have collapsed in a heap in the warm grass, unable to move even an inch.
It feels so good, feeling Naseer fucking them all the way into their stomach, feeling Kai trembling with effort to hold back, feeling Corrigan's big hands playing with them, even though they aren't servicing him anymore. Like he finds pleasure in watching them get fucked. He praises them, encourages them, tells them to surrender to pleasure, surrender to being used.
And they do. Kai's thick cock slips into their throat, cutting off all air, and the brief moment of fear and panic is immediately soothed by Corrigan's reassuring words, Naseer's purr of triumph, the thunderous growl of pleasure coming from Kai at the tight, convulsing squeeze. It all makes them feel so good, even as their lungs ache, even as their vision blurs with tears. This really is what they were made for. Corrigan is right. Alpha is right.
For being their first time, Naseer is stunned it takes as long as it does for Kurt to lurch backwards, gagging and coughing and fighting for breath after several long seconds choking on Kai. What's perhaps even more surprising is Kurt sucking down lungfuls of air, bracing their little body, before diving back in, wrapping those full lips around Kai's cock all by themself and taking him back inside. They stare up at the younger wolf, their big eyes adoring and beseeching him to teach them more, to use them more, and Naseer rewards their earnest desire to service them by reaching around, closing his fingers around Kurt's neglected cock, not wanting to jostle their body too much by pounding into them the way he yearns to. "Good, good, you're so good for us, little one. Make him come down your throat, beloved, make him feel so good, j-just like that, take it, take it—"
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Date: 2023-04-16 06:29 pm (UTC)It feels so good, feeling Naseer fucking them all the way into their stomach, feeling Kai trembling with effort to hold back, feeling Corrigan's big hands playing with them, even though they aren't servicing him anymore. Like he finds pleasure in watching them get fucked. He praises them, encourages them, tells them to surrender to pleasure, surrender to being used.
And they do. Kai's thick cock slips into their throat, cutting off all air, and the brief moment of fear and panic is immediately soothed by Corrigan's reassuring words, Naseer's purr of triumph, the thunderous growl of pleasure coming from Kai at the tight, convulsing squeeze. It all makes them feel so good, even as their lungs ache, even as their vision blurs with tears. This really is what they were made for. Corrigan is right. Alpha is right.
For being their first time, Naseer is stunned it takes as long as it does for Kurt to lurch backwards, gagging and coughing and fighting for breath after several long seconds choking on Kai. What's perhaps even more surprising is Kurt sucking down lungfuls of air, bracing their little body, before diving back in, wrapping those full lips around Kai's cock all by themself and taking him back inside. They stare up at the younger wolf, their big eyes adoring and beseeching him to teach them more, to use them more, and Naseer rewards their earnest desire to service them by reaching around, closing his fingers around Kurt's neglected cock, not wanting to jostle their body too much by pounding into them the way he yearns to. "Good, good, you're so good for us, little one. Make him come down your throat, beloved, make him feel so good, j-just like that, take it, take it—"