Alpha spoke the truth. They'd only just gotten started enjoying Kurt's body for a second time, easing them through climax after climax, using their hands and mouth and ass with renewed purpose. Once Corrigan and Naseer are done with them—that in itself taking a while, as neither of the pack leaders want to relinquish their shuddering, wailing little mate—the rest of the pack returns from breaking down the buck, more than happy to join in.
It does wonders for Kurt's anxious nerves, letting their hungry mates help themselves to their body. They completely forget ever being frightened of them. How could they be frightened of Kai, patiently teaching them how to pleasure him with their hands, or of Leo, licking and sucking their sensitive nipples while fucking them slow and deep, or of Benji, gasping breathlessly as he comes down their throat for the first time? How could they be frightened of their Alpha, watching his pack enjoy their mate with a loving smile on his face?
Kurt wishes this would go on forever. This mindless, all-consuming bliss, the roaring swells of pleasure and joy inside them every time they come, every time they take a knot, every time their stomach swells close to bursting with their mates' spend.
But it too comes to an end. After relieving themselves within their mate, the pack regains its composure, cleaning the little human up and allowing them their rest. The herbal medicines have left them free of pain and nerves, the pack's focused attentions leaving them giggly and affectionate within the furs, cuddling with anyone who wants to. They all talk for a while, shadows inching across the dusty cabin floor as they get to know each other throughout the day, sharing how long the pack has been here, when they all joined, who claimed who. Kurt shares what they're comfortable sharing, telling the curious pack about their skills, their interests, their dreams of being a homesteader.
Being a wolf isn't so different from being a human as they'd been lead to believe.
By the time the sun starts waning, Kurt is up and about, exploring the cabin with Benji by their side. Naseer is tending to the simmering stew, having shown them what herbs he uses to flavor the cooking meat—teaching them, as they may take over preparing meals in the future—leaving the youngest pack members to prepare the bowls for eating.
"You carved these yourself?" Kurt asks, mesmerized as they turn a rough hewn bowl over in their hands. "That's amazing. You're really talented, Benji."
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It does wonders for Kurt's anxious nerves, letting their hungry mates help themselves to their body. They completely forget ever being frightened of them. How could they be frightened of Kai, patiently teaching them how to pleasure him with their hands, or of Leo, licking and sucking their sensitive nipples while fucking them slow and deep, or of Benji, gasping breathlessly as he comes down their throat for the first time? How could they be frightened of their Alpha, watching his pack enjoy their mate with a loving smile on his face?
Kurt wishes this would go on forever. This mindless, all-consuming bliss, the roaring swells of pleasure and joy inside them every time they come, every time they take a knot, every time their stomach swells close to bursting with their mates' spend.
But it too comes to an end. After relieving themselves within their mate, the pack regains its composure, cleaning the little human up and allowing them their rest. The herbal medicines have left them free of pain and nerves, the pack's focused attentions leaving them giggly and affectionate within the furs, cuddling with anyone who wants to. They all talk for a while, shadows inching across the dusty cabin floor as they get to know each other throughout the day, sharing how long the pack has been here, when they all joined, who claimed who. Kurt shares what they're comfortable sharing, telling the curious pack about their skills, their interests, their dreams of being a homesteader.
Being a wolf isn't so different from being a human as they'd been lead to believe.
By the time the sun starts waning, Kurt is up and about, exploring the cabin with Benji by their side. Naseer is tending to the simmering stew, having shown them what herbs he uses to flavor the cooking meat—teaching them, as they may take over preparing meals in the future—leaving the youngest pack members to prepare the bowls for eating.
"You carved these yourself?" Kurt asks, mesmerized as they turn a rough hewn bowl over in their hands. "That's amazing. You're really talented, Benji."