Kurt just lets everything happen to them at this point. They're too lost in their own bliss to protest or participate or even notice Benji's knot leaving them, or Corrigan gathering them in his arms, or the clearing going empty with the pack bounding off to prepare for the night. The cabin hasn't been dusted in a while, or even tidied after last night's explosive confrontation—Miles' unsuccessful coup had been the latest in a string of fights caused by the lack of a mate, an outlet, a unifying purpose—and while rowdy unmated wolves may be able to tolerate the mess, it simply won't do for their tiny, fragile, cherished human mate.
So the younger wolves, invigorated with renewed purpose and a need to impress, to protect, to provide, all rush off to prepare the cabin, eager to make their den into a home. Even Naseer, not satisfied with offering his mate mere leftovers to eat, shimmers into his wolf form and darts into the woods to hunt fresh food, knowing everyone will need to refuel and gather their strength in the coming days. Not to mention celebrate.
Any new addition to a pack is cause for celebration, of course, but nothing compares to finally, finally, getting to claim a mate. It calls for a feast of fish and fowl and bushels of berries. They'll all be much too busy to hunt for a while, anyway.
It's not the pounding of retreating footsteps nor the caress of running water that stirs the weary little human back to life, but Alpha's cock sliding inside them once more, longer and thicker and harder than all the others, reaching all the way up to their fluttering soul. Kurt moans, head falling back against Corrigan's shoulder, their body shuddering with pleasure as they slowly grind their hips down into his lap. They luxuriate in the feeling of the wolf stirring up their insides, their hole so sensitive now compared to when he first entered them, soft but hungry, greedily squeezing around his cock. Even after being taken five times over, pumped full to bursting with the pack's seed, Kurt's body still instinctively tries milking more out of him. They really were born for this.
"Mmnh... Y-Yes, 'm awake," they murmur, eyes closed, their back flush against Corrigan's muscled front. Without conscious thought, they start running their trembling hands over their rounded belly, their tender puffy bitten chest, the claiming bites adorning their neck like exquisite pearls. By human standards, they must look utterly savaged. But they've never felt farther from it as they rock on Alpha's cock, as they arch into their own hands, pale skin hot and glistening in the sun with blood and sweat and tears and come and river water. Rather than savaged than stolen and brutalized, Kurt has never felt more beautiful. "Alpha... f-feels so good, Alpha... Don't e-ever want you to stop, p-please, never stop..."
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Date: 2023-05-22 01:07 pm (UTC)So the younger wolves, invigorated with renewed purpose and a need to impress, to protect, to provide, all rush off to prepare the cabin, eager to make their den into a home. Even Naseer, not satisfied with offering his mate mere leftovers to eat, shimmers into his wolf form and darts into the woods to hunt fresh food, knowing everyone will need to refuel and gather their strength in the coming days. Not to mention celebrate.
Any new addition to a pack is cause for celebration, of course, but nothing compares to finally, finally, getting to claim a mate. It calls for a feast of fish and fowl and bushels of berries. They'll all be much too busy to hunt for a while, anyway.
It's not the pounding of retreating footsteps nor the caress of running water that stirs the weary little human back to life, but Alpha's cock sliding inside them once more, longer and thicker and harder than all the others, reaching all the way up to their fluttering soul. Kurt moans, head falling back against Corrigan's shoulder, their body shuddering with pleasure as they slowly grind their hips down into his lap. They luxuriate in the feeling of the wolf stirring up their insides, their hole so sensitive now compared to when he first entered them, soft but hungry, greedily squeezing around his cock. Even after being taken five times over, pumped full to bursting with the pack's seed, Kurt's body still instinctively tries milking more out of him. They really were born for this.
"Mmnh... Y-Yes, 'm awake," they murmur, eyes closed, their back flush against Corrigan's muscled front. Without conscious thought, they start running their trembling hands over their rounded belly, their tender puffy bitten chest, the claiming bites adorning their neck like exquisite pearls. By human standards, they must look utterly savaged. But they've never felt farther from it as they rock on Alpha's cock, as they arch into their own hands, pale skin hot and glistening in the sun with blood and sweat and tears and come and river water. Rather than savaged than stolen and brutalized, Kurt has never felt more beautiful. "Alpha... f-feels so good, Alpha... Don't e-ever want you to stop, p-please, never stop..."