Kurt truly pities their former self in moments like these. They used to feel so much shame, burdened by guilt and self-loathing so profound it was a wonder they ever functioned. Their body, their voice, their presentation, their wishes and desires, they were all wrong. For years, they let their life be dictated by what others deemed correct, and were punished when they couldn't conform.

All of that is gone now. Now, when Alpha darkly commands them to present for him, to show him and the whole pack how eager and greedy they are to get fucked, Kurt feels no shame. They obey him right away, getting on their hands and knees and tipping their hips up, exposing everything. Still shaking from coming so hard, they whine impatiently into the warm grass, loathing every second they remain empty.

"P-Please—!" Kurt sobs, unable to tear their eyes off Corrigan's thick cock, slick and gripped between strong fingers coated in their own spend. They can hear Benji already moaning right next to them, Naseer wasting no time in fucking the young pup hard and fast, clearly just as affected by Kurt's plea as their Alpha had been.

The sounds of Benji enjoying himself just make Kurt that much more impatient, arching their back more, chest almost touching the grass, a desperate clip to their voice as they beg, "Alpha, p-please, now! I-It's not fair, please, I w-want your knot, I wanna be bred! Hurry!"