Finally. Back where they belong. Even a minute of being empty was utter torment. Kurt sighs happily and settles back against their Alpha, enjoying each slow, lazy roll of his hips against theirs, feeling every tiny little shift of his cock inside them. This is bliss.
"Mmm... y-you're so gentle with me," Kurt hums dreamily, like that fact surprises them, a sleepy little smile spreading on their face. The trickle of water around them, the fingers in their hair, the thick cock slowly rocking into their body, it's enough to make anyone a little drowsy. Their hands reach for Corrigan under the water, gently caressing his thighs, hips, waist, fingertips teasing over firm muscle and surprisingly soft skin. He feels so good. Better than the best dream they've ever had.
Not even the question about the village can shatter Kurt's blissful reverie—though it comes close, a soft furrow appearing between their brows. "No..." they start, maybe out of wishful thinking, maybe out of a genuine belief no one from the settlement loves them enough to go searching for them.
But what will the sheriff do if he suspects savage ferals took one of his people? What will the townsfolk do when they don't receive word of their safety? What will their father do without his outlet? "... I d-don't know." Kurt frowns, turning their face to nuzzle into Corrigan's neck. "I don't w-want them to. I won't go b-back with them, Alpha, I won't..."
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Date: 2023-05-23 01:25 am (UTC)"Mmm... y-you're so gentle with me," Kurt hums dreamily, like that fact surprises them, a sleepy little smile spreading on their face. The trickle of water around them, the fingers in their hair, the thick cock slowly rocking into their body, it's enough to make anyone a little drowsy. Their hands reach for Corrigan under the water, gently caressing his thighs, hips, waist, fingertips teasing over firm muscle and surprisingly soft skin. He feels so good. Better than the best dream they've ever had.
Not even the question about the village can shatter Kurt's blissful reverie—though it comes close, a soft furrow appearing between their brows. "No..." they start, maybe out of wishful thinking, maybe out of a genuine belief no one from the settlement loves them enough to go searching for them.
But what will the sheriff do if he suspects savage ferals took one of his people? What will the townsfolk do when they don't receive word of their safety? What will their father do without his outlet? "... I d-don't know." Kurt frowns, turning their face to nuzzle into Corrigan's neck. "I don't w-want them to. I won't go b-back with them, Alpha, I won't..."