Corrigan hums his approval, feeling that slow shift from terror to just unease. Being nervous is normal -- he's huge, and Kurt is so small, so delicate. It won't be like the wild, raucous, heated tumbles in the sheets or the fields with his brothers -- there he doesn't have to worry too much about preparation or holding back. This first time, he'll have to be gentle. He doesn't want to break their new toy before everyone has a chance to play.
"Good," Corrigan murmurs, leaning forward and pressing his mouth to Kurt’s, slow and deep and hot. He tastes their anxious, curious, confused desire, can feel it starting to lace through their scent, and he smiles as he pulls away. "Just lie back and let me enjoy you," he breathes, kissing their chin, their throat. "Let us take care of you."
The warm air changes slightly, charged with Corrigan’s intention -- now that the little human isn't fighting, he wastes no more time. He can feel his brothers just barely holding back, respect for their alpha warring with desire, can smell their desire in the air. Like any hunt, he gets the first bite, first chance to savor the delicacy laid out on the fresh green grass.
But he'll allow them to participate, being a benevolent alpha. Naseer has Kurt’s hands and, on either side of the little human, Kai and Leo guide their legs towards their chest, bending at the knee, then spreading them open. Like this, Corrigan can easily lean down and slide his tongue over their untouched, virgin hole, taking his time, letting the other wolves watch. "Perfect," he all but growls, fingers digging into Kurt's pale ass and spreading it wide so he can thoroughly prepare them. He doesn't bother being quiet -- and he doesn't care if Kurt does either. Let the entire forest hear the pleasure he brings. Let them all envy.
Kurt whimpers when Leo and Kai lift their legs up and spread them apart, cringing at being so exposed, so vulnerable, their most shameful place uncovered for all to see. They turn to hide their burning face in their hair, Benji's fingers still threaded through it, and he takes the chance to gently touch their face, marveling at how soft and warm they feel. He doesn't understand the noises they make, but he at least knows they're not crying anymore as the alpha descends upon them, burying his face between their cheeks.
They make another strange noise then, one of baffled surprise, choked and sharp in their pale throat. The young wolves don't think twice about it, of course, as they all enjoy each other this way, but Kurt is completely bewildered by the sensation.
That... should not feel this good. It should be filthy, disgusting, the lowest of lows, but feeling the alpha's tongue laving their virgin hole is just amazing. It's hot, slick, sensual, and when that long tongue burrows inside them, they cry out with pleasure, startling a flock of birds perched in a nearby oak tree. Kurt can feel their cock stirring between their legs, twitching against their stomach, heat coiling low in their gut unlike any pleasure they've ever felt.
Shamefully touching themself under the cover of night never felt this good. They squeeze Naseer's long fingers, they press into Benji's caressing hands, they don't fight it when Kai and Leo spread their legs wider, watching with rapt attention as Corrigan prepares the little human for his cock. They really are tiny. He must be diligent, so he won't hurt them when the time comes.
"Easy," Naseer growls as a warning, voice just a touch shaky with desire as he sees how hard Benji and Kai are getting, their eyes darkening with lust, drool wetting their chins. It's getting hard even for Naseer to hold back, especially when the human writhes and arches with pleasure rather than fear, when they sound so good enjoying themself, even in their confusion. Corrigan better hurry, or some of these kids are gonna get pinned to the ground.
Naseer's warning growl barely keeps Benji in check, his eyes going woeful and sad as he crouches to nuzzle at Kurt’s silken hair. "But they smell so good," he all but moans. As the youngest and lowest-ranking pack member -- besides Miles, who none of them are sparing a thought for -- he knows he'll go last, and the thought of waiting has him pouting like a chastised puppy.
Kai's gone quiet, which is unlike him, eyes fixed on where Corrigan’s long, lithe tongue is curling and pressing inside the human's body, working them open. The beastmen have claws on each finger, even in their humanoid forms, and while being scratched up is nothing for one of them, taking fingers inside could hurt Kurt. They're so soft, so fragile. Kai leans closer, teasing his tongue around one of their pert pink nipples, unable to resist.
Corrigan allows this, even glancing at Leo to give him permission to mirror Kai's movements. As long as he's the one who gets his cock inside Kurt first, he doesn't mind if the rest of the pack plays with them. It might even help, the overwhelming pleasure dulling any discomfort.
And Kurt is so beautifully responsive, relaxing and opening beneath Corrigan’s skilled tongue, moaning and arching prettily in the grass. "Touch them," the alpha commands raggedly, feeling his cock slip free of it's sheath, heavy and slick. "'seer, Benji. Make them moan for you. They're ours, don't be afraid to touch."
Permission could not have come at a better time for Benji, who all but pounces on the little human, fur standing on end as he presses his lips to theirs. Leo already claimed Kurt's other nipple, leaving precious little for Benji to take for himself except that pretty mouth—their neck is off-limits for now, alpha has first claim, he knows that—and he clumsily tries to mirror Corrigan's deep, hot kiss from earlier.
To his delight, Kurt immediately surrenders to the kiss, parting their lips for him without thinking, still gasping and moaning and whimpering into his mouth. They're so overwhelmed with touch, hands and mouths all over them, inside of them, ravaging every spot that makes them senseless with desire. They never thought they could feel this good.
The beastman told the truth. None of them would harm them. Kurt barely remembers why they resisted in the first place.
While the pack plays with their pretty new toy, Naseer is left holding their hands, fingers gently squeezing theirs while he monitors everyone else, making sure no one oversteps. It's a testament to his willpower that, even when panting and unsheathing and aching, his loyalty to Corrigan never wavers.
In lieu of toying with Kurt, he leans in close, locking eyes with his alpha while murmuring filthy nothings in their ear, grinning the whole time: "You're doing so good, little one, what a perfect toy you are, moaning so pretty for us. We want to hear you scream your pleasure, little dove, scream when he gives you his cock, and he'll take you to heights of pleasure you thought impossible. That's it, go on, little one, scream for us..."
It's been a long time since Corrigan had almost lost control like this -- perhaps not since the wild, heady, dizzying days of his first rut. He'd been mindless with need, then, had let his quiet feelings for his best friend boil free at last, had spent that blissful week tangled up in Naseer's sheets, discovering this new facet of wolfhood together. And now, years later, still with his beta, his beloved, his always as they took a mate.
Unlike the restrictive, rigid roles of the humans, werewolf groups of young adults often designated one member who would serve as a sort of group submissive partner. Rut could strike any wolf of any gender, and enduring these periods without a warm, sweet body to relieve one's self could be brutal. Corrigan’s pack had been seeking someone just like that for a while, especially once their ruts began syncing together.
True, it was rarer for the group mate to be a different species, but it wasn't unheard of. Corrigan knew groups that had claimed humans or elves or other beasts of the deep woods. All that mattered was that willingness to submit, to service, to give and accept pleasure. And Kurt could certainly do that, their beautiful, soft, smooth body quivering and moaning beneath the amorous attention of the five wolves. Their virgin hole was soft, eager, hungry, as Corrigan slowly licked over it once more, then pulled back.
Sparing a brief, fervent caress of Naseer's face -- the only one beside Kurt he'd touch, at least until the youth was claimed -- Corrigan sat back and gripped the thick base of his long, flared cock, gliding his fist over the slick, heated flesh. "It's time, little one," he murmured, prompting the others to pause in their affections. Kai and Leo slid their big hands under Kurt's slender hips, lifting them, presenting their shivering small body to the alph.
"Take it," Corrigan all but growled, guiding his cock to press at Kurt's tender hole, then slide inside them, inch by gradual inch, filling them for the first time "Take your place in the pack..."
It's time, he says, and Kurt quickly snaps to attention, panting from the fervor of Benji's kiss, the intensity of everyone's attentions, the silky filthy words mumbled into their ear. They've gone soft and pink and pliant now, a delectable contrast splayed out against emerald green grass and delicate flowers, a far cry from the terrified, weeping human of minutes before. Curiosity becomes them, as does desire, as does submission.
Kurt watches with rapt attention as Corrigan guides his long, thick, inhuman cock to their hole, their hand squeezing Naseer's without thinking, another hand finding Benji's hair. They expect it to hurt. It must. They were always taught that, even with a human cock like theirs, sex is painful and bad, a necessary evil to create life.
Those lessons couldn't have been more wrong. With his focused preparation, Corrigan slides inside without resistance, slick and slow, that massive cock disappearing inside them. And Kurt does as Naseer demanded, crying their pleasure into the woods, a shrill sound of surprise and delight and bliss. Their fingers squeeze tightly—Benji shudders wildly from the tug at his nape—their legs spread wider—without Kai or Leo's help—and their cries grow louder the deeper Corrigan sinks into them. He's so massive, their flat stomach starts bulging at the intrusion. He fits perfectly.
"Y-Yes! Yes, please, o-oh, please!" they cry, pleading, barely filled for the very first time and already demanding more. Naseer beams, watching his alpha claim their new mate, heart singing with pride. Kurt will fit right into the pack. Their place was always here with them.
They're so perfect. They're tight and hot and slick around Corrigan’s cock, snug without resistance, letting him inside like they've been waiting all their life for this. Perhaps they have -- the sensation of relief, of coming home is indescribable for Corrigan and, judging by Kurt’s needy, gasping cries, he isn't alone.
"So, so good, so good," he praises again and again, hands finding their hips, lifting them up and pulling them closer, watching them take inch after inch of his cock, watching as he finally comes to rest, buried to the hilt. Corrigan could easily come like this, could let his control lapse and release inside his mate without even needing to move. His claws leave tiny pinprick marks on Kurt's smooth, pale flesh as he rocks his hips gently, watches as his cock shifts visibly inside the small human.
Naseer sees Corrigan’s fascination, guiding Kurt’s hand down to settle on the bulge rounding out their shivering stomach. "There," he murmurs against the youth's tousled hair. "Feel him inside you? Feel how well you take him?"
Corrigan obligingly rocks his hips again, groaning thickly at the feeling of even shallowly thrusting inside Kurt. The other wolves reach out as well, caressing their mate's belly, their alpha’s cock shifting inside, then stroking over their shuddering, sweat-slick body. Corrigan’s voice us soft, rough: "You'll take him next. Naseer. You'll take us all, just as perfectly." A deeper, harder thrust, his hips smacking against Kurt's ass. "You were made for this. Made for us."
It shouldn't be possible for the wolf to fit all the way inside them. He's too big, they're too tiny, way too tiny, surely he'll meet some resistance or they'll split apart or die from sheer impossible pleasure. But he fits, his hips pressing flush against theirs, their tummy distending to fit him all, without any pain at all. It just feels good.
He moves inside them, and Kurt feels his cock shifting against their palm, right through their stomach, and they sob with pleasure into Naseer's neck. Their fingers find his thick curly hair, holding on for dear life as Corrigan's trusts start getting deeper, harder. The wolf shudders happily at the tug to his hair. He's counting the seconds until he too gets to fuck the eager little human, arching so pretty and needy into all of their hands caressing their body.
Naseer reaches further down, guiding Kurt's fingers to their own cock, so hard and hot to the touch between their spread legs. The human sobs at just the brush of their hand to it.
"Yes! Hah—! I w-will, I will, please," they babble, not comprehending what they're agreeing to, what they're pleading for. How could such a tiny human survive taking all five of them, when just one feels so good? Their cock is throbbing, sensitive, slick where they've been leaking, so close to bursting already. Something about everyone touching them all at once, the scent of them all lingering thick in the warm sunny air, the promise that the whole pack will take turns to make them feel like this makes Kurt feel like they could live in this pleasure forever.
Normally Corrigan prides himself on his stamina, but it may very well be just seconds before he finishes, before he knots the little human moaning and shuddering beneath him. They feel perfect, taking him over and over again, right to the hilt, tight and hot and blissful around his cock. He never wants to leave, wants to live in the mind-blowing pleasure of breeding his mate for the rest of his life.
But his brothers are being so patient, even as they nuzzle and kiss and caress Kurt’s body, their hands roaming everywhere, stroking along their shivering stomach and spread thighs and heaving chest. Only their neck remains off-limits, no wolf going near the place Corrigan will put his claiming mark. The urge to do that, to make it immediately visible who Kurt belongs to, soon takes precedent above all else.
The long, deep, rhythmic thrusts pick up speed, Corrigan barely pulling back before pounding back inside the young human. His hands clutch at their hips, leaving bright marks as he yanks them down to meet each thrust, deeper and harder and faster. The pack senses the change, resuming their grip on Kurt’s shivering arms and legs, holding them still again. Taking the alpha’s cock is one thing, but taking his knot is something else entirely. Even members of the pack had to build up to it, had to practice for weeks.
But this is their mate. Corrigan knows in his marrow that Kurt was made for their pack, for everything they had to give, pleasure and attention and passion. So he reaches up, caressing their cheek, bringing their attention back to him. "Don't be afraid," he breathes out, roughly, eyes gone black, teeth bared, more animal than man. But his touch on their face stays gentle, loving. "I'm going to knot you now, little mate, and it may hurt, but I know you can do it. You can take it, for me, for us. For your pack." He groans, whole body shuddering, knot beginning to swell, but he keeps his eyes locked with Kurt's. "For your alpha."
Even without the five pairs of hands immobilizing them, pinning them down against sun-warmed grass, Kurt would still be powerless to fight the waves of pleasure that crash over them. Corrigan starts pounding into them in earnest, yanking their hips down against his own again and again and again, and it makes them see stars every single time. It's the most addicting feeling, the purest ecstasy, enough to completely lose themself within.
When their eyes finally manage to focus on him again, seeing his features all animal and distorted, Kurt feels an initial stab of fright in their gut. He looks like he's moments from tearing their throat out. There's no wonder humans fear beastfolk.
It's a crying shame, Kurt thinks as they're fucked into the grass at a merciless pace, that humans won't ever know the heights of pleasure wolfmen like Corrigan can take them to. Won't ever know the warmth of their touch, the tender care they take of their mates. Kurt is so lucky.
They don't know what a knot is, or why it will hurt, and they can't even form the words to ask. All they can do is cry and sob their pleasure at the midday sun, nodding fervently the whole time. Corrigan said—alpha said—they can do it, they can take it, and so they will. They won't be afraid. They will do anything for their alpha.
Just as he starts swelling, his growing knot colliding with their virgin hole over and over, the little human hurtles over the edge with a near-howling wail, unable to hold back anymore. Kurt seizes as they come, throwing their head back, baring their throat for him and spilling wave after wave of come all over themself. Rather than the tight shuddering squeeze of orgasm making it harder for Corrigan's knot to slip inside, Kurt's little body becomes more pliant and welcoming than ever. They're ready to take him. They're ready to become his.
Even if Corrigan weren't at the very peak of his pleasure, the sight and sound of Kurt coming beneath him, mostly untouched, just from the sheer bliss of being bred -- that would've been enough. The snarl he lets out is earthshaking, rumbling and resonant and ending in his knot sliding inside his mate and swelling in place, in the sudden gushing heat of his release filling the tiny human, in his fangs finding that place where Kurt's neck and shoulder meet and biting down hard.
The bright tang of their blood is like sunshine, the scent of their pleasure addictive like no drug could be, and for a moment there's nobody in the world but the two of them. Corrigan keeps his teeth in place as his come pumps Kurt full, so much more than any human, enough to swell their flat stomach slightly. His knot keeps every drop in place, an ancient instinct to claim, to mate, to breed satisfied at last.
Eventually Corrigan is aware of the others -- Naseer still nuzzling the opposite side of Kurt's neck, where his own mark will be, Kai dragging his tongue over a bitemark he's left on the human's chest, Leo eagerly lapping up their come from their stomach, and Benji hazy-eyed and shivering, having come untouched at the same time as his alpha. The youngest wolf looks somewhat ashamed, cheeks flushing, but Corrigan reaches out to touch his thigh, squeeze it reassuringly. He'll have time to recover.
Because, for the moment, the alpha is sated, everything in him warm and pleased and satisfied. He slides his teeth free of Kurt's neck, drags his tongue over the perfect puncture wounds a couple times, encouraging them to clot, to heal. To scar. His knot is already going down, his body aware that the rest of the pack needs a turn, but he pauses long enough to nuzzle affectionately at Kurt's nose, kiss their panting mouth with his bloodstained one. "Did that feel good, my little mate?" he murmurs sweetly, almost a purr. "Are you ready for Naseer to take you next, breed you again?"
It should be the worst, most mind-shattering pain they've ever experienced. It should utterly break the illusion that this is pleasurable and consensual and good, it should knock the little human back down to earth and put the fear of God in them, as five beastmen defile them in the worst way possible.
But alpha knots them, alpha bites his claim into their neck, alpha fills them full to bursting with his spend, and all Kurt can feel is bliss. This must be what Heaven feels like, a brutal mix of pleasure and pain that transcends mere sensation, a full-body feeling of being loved and taken, of coming home. It really is like they were born to do this, to be the pack's chosen mate, their circumstances be damned. This is what they were made for.
Even the taste of their own blood on Corrigan's lips doesn't shock them out of their blissful state, shaking apart and sobbing for breath and whimpering with loss as they feel alpha's knot shrinking inside them. They want to stay like this forever. Aching, bleeding, throbbing, taking alpha's cock for the rest of their life.
Until, of course, Corrigan brings up the others. They seem to wake up a little, blinking dumbstruck up at the wolf, eyes enormous and glazed with pain and need and tears. Then they look to Naseer. Then to Kai, and Leo, and Benji. The sight of each of them, so eager to breed the little human, to claim them just as Corrigan had, makes Kurt's heart pound against their ribs. Impossibly, a coil of arousal winds through them once more. "Y-Yes," they breathe, reaching for Corrigan first, hands shakily cupping and caressing his cheeks before they turn to Naseer, fingers clumsily running through his hair, like they're so overwhelmed with choice they just want everything, right now. "P-Please, I want that, I w-want to be bred again, I— please, I want to take a-all of you, please don't stop!"
Corrigan laughs, a spent, pleased rumble of sound, kissing the bright, tender mark on Kurt’s neck once more. Then he's reluctantly shifting away, ignoring the disgruntled emotions it prompts. Instinct demands he stay with his mate, that he breeds them again and again, but a good alpha isn't greedy. Besides, by the time the rest of the pack is sated, he'll be ready to go again.
So he slowly slides his softening cock free, petting at Kurt’s trembling thighs as he does. "Shhh, just a moment, you won't be empty long, little one," he soothes, smugly proud at the amount of come spilling onto the grass. Kurt may not be a wolf, may not have the instinctive urge to not lose any of their alpha’s spend, but being suddenly empty must be uncomfortable.
So he gently guides the shivering human to their hands and knees, keeping a hand under their rounded stomach to steady them, get them into the right position for what he has in mind. Unlike his claim, which must be made unchallenged, only him and his mate, the rest of the pack can...simultaneously enjoy Kurt’s perfect, pliant body. They'll take turns knotting them, of course, but if they're going to satisfy the entire pack, it's high time they learn to multitasking.
So, pressing down on Kurt’s shoulders, lifting their hips, Corrigan shoots Naseer a bemused smirk. "Your turn, brother of mine. You don't mind if Kai and Leo start training their mouth while you fuck them, do you?"
It's only the promise of being filled once more that keeps Kurt from complaining too much, whimpering as Corrigan slips out of them and eases them onto all fours. He came so much inside them. So much is leaking out, spilling down their trembling thighs to pool underneath them, hot and thick and slow. They want to feel more, want to feel all five of them come inside, feel they're spend marbling as it trickles down their legs.
The suggestion of taking one of them in their mouth makes Kurt gasp, a sharp little noise, looking up to see both Kai and Leo looming over them. Neither are as big and thick and long as alpha, but they're both still massive, making the human blush scarlet. They're supposed to fit a cock like that in their mouth? Would that even be possible?
Naseer seems to think so, chuckling low in his chest as he takes his place beside his alpha. "Of course I don't, brother," he says as he gropes Kurt's ass, groaning at the way Corrigan left them, wet and tender and gaping for him. As much as he wants to bury his tongue inside them, make them scream for him, Naseer isn't in the mood to fight anyone for their ass. So he guides his cock inside them instead, relishing in the loud, long moan that escapes them as they're slowly filled back up. "As long as the boys don't mind fighting over who gets to fuck their virgin throat first."
It's hard to believe that the fearful, trembling, teary-eyed youth of less than an hour ago is the same one that's even now pushing eagerly back against Naseer, so desperate to be filled again that there isn't a moment of hesitation. Corrigan knows damn well the pack is running a serious risk of creating a demanding, needy slut of a mate -- and he couldn't be prouder.
Laughing softly, he nuzzles at Naseer's shoulder, over the faint scar there -- his mark from years before. They all bear it, in one place or another, signs of their alpha, their king. Only Kurt has it on their neck, though, easily seen as Corrigan gathers their hair and gently, firmly, guides them forward. "I don't think the boy's have ever turned down a fight," he teases, his other hand coming to cradle Kurt’s chin. "Open wide, sweetheart, show them what they're fighting for."
Before Kurt can comply, Kai's already elbowing Leo hard in the ribs, prompting a brief, ferocious tussle that ends (as usual) with Kai doing something not strictly honorable -- in this case, jabbing Leo hard in the ribs and making him curl up like a shrimp -- and coming out the winner. Corrigan is used to this, rolling his eyes at Naseer, then gently pinching Kurt’s cheeks, prompting them to open their mouth wider. "Go slow," he instructs Kai firmly, smelling the barely-contained lust and urge to breed emanating from the younger wolf. "If you hurt them, I'm tearing your dick off."
Kai salutes, earning him a kick in the back of one leg by Leo, whose sulking is being consoled by Benji. The two nuzzle, kiss, curled up together in the grass with the reckless abandon of creatures who've never been ashamed of physical touch. Even Corrigan is momentarily distracted, though he turns his attention back to Kurt quickly. "Breathe through your nose," he instructs in a soft voice. "And arch your back so Naseer doesn't jostle you too much. They'll both be gentle until you're ready to take it harder, don't be afraid. Open your mouth nice and wide, show Kai how much you want him in your throat..."
"That's right, little dove, don't be afraid. We'll take care of you," Naseer rumbles, his grip on the human's hips firm to the point of bruising as they ease themself into position, just like alpha instructed. He can feel them struggling, desperate to rock back onto his cock again and again, and he's not letting them. Not just for their own safety either—Corrigan meant what he said, of course, none of them wish to hurt their little mate—but because he wants to tease.
Where Corrigan is measured but precise, building steadily to that deep, rhythmic pounding that had Kurt wailing for him, Naseer is languid. He draws out everything, long and slow and deep and constant, not stopping for even a moment. Their little mate won't know much respite in the coming days and months and years. Naseer sees no reason to go easy on them first time around.
Of course, even demanding, needy sluts need their training. For all their eager, desperate bucking and highpitched whines for more, Kurt is still wide-eyed and trembling, staring up at Kai as the much bigger man eases his thick cock past their lips. Naseer can feel it in their whole body, the nerves and anticipation both making them tense up, shuddering, barely held back from lunging forward and hurting themself. "Shhh, there you go... Listen to your alpha, sweet little thing, do as he says. Nice and wide for Kai, there you go," Naseer purrs, still holding them firmly, still rolling his hips slow and steady, fucking the whining little human deep.
He can't quite help himself from bending down and nuzzling his face against their claiming bite, still hot and tender at the base of their neck, still smelling like alpha and power and their bright blood. It's impossible to resist running his tongue over the fresh bite mark, encouraging it to clot and heal and scar, the perfect reminder of who they belong to for the rest of their life. "I can't wait to put my own mark on you, pretty. Right next to his. Would you like that? A pretty collar of claims around your sweet neck?" He chuckles right in their ear when they whine around Kai's cock, their little body and mind both so overwhelmed with pleasure. "Good. You're doing so good. If he hurts you, you're allowed to use your teeth," Naseer adds, loud enough for Kai to hear.
Kai attempts to grumble at the repeated threats to his dick, but it's obvious that he's too lost in how good their mate's mouth feels to really sum up any genuine annoyance. One of his big hands strokes gently through Kurt's hair, a little clumsily, and his voice is a rough growl when he manages to speak. "You feel so damn good, and you're so damn pretty, don't think I'd mind mucb if you did bite me, darlin'."
"Kinky," comments Leo, reaching out to unfasten Kurt's red cloak and drape it over a nearby branch. The human's modest dress is thoroughly shredded to ribbons, but the cape and hood are still salvageable. Leo's a practical sort, already thinking ahead about things like clothes for their much smaller mate, who'd be swallowed up in any of the clothes the wolves have stored away.
Corrigan, lounging in the grass, sated and smug, lording over his amorous pack, rumbles approvingly as Kurt is thoroughly bared. One of his hands smooths down the line of their beautifully arched back, enjoying the unobstructed view of Naseer's cock plunging inside Kurt over and over, those long, deep thrusts that every member of the pack knows so well.
"Just relax, little one," Corrigan murmurs, palm big and warm and rubbing in slow circles over the bruises already left on Kurt's hip, from his hands and Naseer's. "Relax your body, let him deeper inside. I know just how good Naseer's cock feels, how wonderful he can make you feel. Surrender to it, Kurt. Don't be afraid of feeling pleasure."
As he speaks, the alpha reaches our, smoothing a hand down the line of his mate's throat, feeling them relax, feeling the exact moment Kai slides into their throat. "Not too deep, let them get used to it," Corrigan murmurs, squeezing just a bit, just to feel Kurt swallowing convulsively. "Nice and slow, see? See how you can pleasure two of your mates at once, little one? See how much they're enjoying you? Let yourself surrender to being used, to servicing us. This is what you were made for."
"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—"
For a moment, the protective side of Corrigan wars with the side that wants to see Kurt breathless and wrecked -- and that's the side that wins, as they lunge forward to get Kai down their throat again. "Good, so good," Corrigan murmurs, partially to the little human, partially to his packmates, who are being so careful, so cautious.
Especially Kai, who is normally the picture of recklessness, heedless of his surroundings. He's not clumsy like Benji, he just barrels through life like a torpedo, demanding that the world step aside for him. But now he's just barely rocking his hips, letting the softness of Kurt's lips, the tight squeeze of their throat bring him go the edge, rather than relying on going hard and fast, like he usually does. And it's working, the big beastly man shuddering and swearing under his breath, hand clutching at Kurt's hair before he can stop himself.
"Sorry, sorry, you're just -- they're so--" Kai breaks off in a wordless growl as Kurt swallows around his cock, throwing his head back and begging, "Alpha, can I, can I please--"
Corrigan presses a kiss to Naseer's shoulder, then moves to nuzzle against Kai, soothing and affectionate. "Go ahead, come down their throat, let them see how good they make you feel." The alpha reaches out, cradles Kurt's chin again, holding then still as Kai surrenders to his pleasure, releasing into the little human's throat, then pulling back to fill their mouth and, finally, to spill the last of his spend over their flushed, freckled face, painting their cheeks, the bridge of their nose, their parted lips.
Corrigan can feel his own arousal kicking back up at the sight of their pretty blushing mate with Kai's come all over their face. He lifts his gaze to meet Naseer's, tugging Kai into his arms, his eyes dark and hungry. "They did very well, brother. I think they deserve to see just how hard you can fuck them, before you reward them with your mark. Don't you?"
Kai is so gentle with them, even as he fists his hand in their hair, even as he begs his alpha for permission to come, his hips quaking with effort to hold back. Even when he comes, spilling thick and hot down their throat, he is so careful not to hurt them, making the little human whine needily around him. They can feel his cock pulsing, throbbing in their throat, against their tongue, they can feel him releasing in near-endless waves, his spend settling heavy in their stomach.
He tastes good. Really good. He fills their mouth to bursting before splattering the rest over their face, just as hot and thick as the rest, and Kurt sobs as they swallow as much as they can—a tall task, too tall, some of his come spilling past their lips and trickling down their chin. They can get truly addicted to this taste, this sensation, rich and heady and seductive. That's to say nothing of all the attention, the praise, which is already going to their little head.
They did very well. They're so good. They deserve a reward.
"I do, brother," Naseer says, grinning at his alpha, but even his calm exterior is starting to show cracks from such a delicious display. His eyes are black with need, his grin as shaky as his hands, gripping the sobbing, shivering, beguiling little human with barely restrained hunger. As soon as Corrigan cradles Kai close and gives his permission, Naseer starts pounding into them, hips colliding with their ass over and over as he fucks more of those delectable cries out of them. Kai's cock has left their throat tender, their screams hoarse, which just makes him fuck them harder. There's no way he's going to let Kai outdo him. He'll show the pack why he's second in command.
Kurt is grabbing fistfuls of warm, wet grass, holding on for dear life, feeling every inch of Naseer's cock slamming into them again and again, reaching all the way into their stomach, heavy with Kai's spend. It's so much, it's too much, it's too good, their pleasure already building into another explosive climax, everyone's watching, everyone's going to see them come so hard again, it's too much. But when they instinctively try to hide their flushed, come-spattered face in the grass, Naseer twists a hand into their hair and yanks, forcing their hazy gaze back up, the pain making them cry louder. He's growling into their ear, they think, don't hide, let them see, let them all see how good you feel on my cock, and Kurt sobs as they come all over themself for the second time today. "P-Please, please, a-alpha—!"
Even after all these years, Corrigan still hasn't grown tired of watching Naseer fuck someone. There's something damn near artistic in it, the way his dark curls tumble into his face, the lithe, relentless movements of his beautiful body, how he never stops purring sweet, filthy words into his lover's ear. The only experience that can top it is being the one under Naseer.
Corrigan knows the others are watching just as raptly -- Leo, awaiting his turn patiently, Benji, who's already recovered and is anxiously ready to go, Kai, sprawling in the grass and catching his breath. They all know the bliss of being on the receiving end of Naseer's magnificent cock, and they're all eager to see Kurt come again. Corrigan doesn't dare look away, though, won't divide his attention from their human mate for even an instant.
One big hand comes up, cradling Kurt's chin, even as they're shuddering and sobbing and begging him -- for mercy, for more, he isn't quite certain. It doesn't really matter, as he doesn't imagine even they know. "Shhh, I'm here," he murmurs, thumbing away the mix of saliva and tears and come covering the little human's face. The gentle touch is a deliberate contrast to Naseer's tight grip on their hair, dominance and comfort blurring together. "You aren't nearly done yet, my sweet little mate. I told you, all of us will have a turn with you before you can rest."
There's a bemused, dark note in Corrigan’s voice as he catches Kurt's teary gaze with his own. "Naseer isn't letting you go until he's completely satisfied, and by then Kai will want his turn with your ass. You're going to take all our knots, come on them again and again, and you're going to love it." It's a command, a statement of absolute truth -- Kurt may beg and protest that its too much, but the wolves can smell their pleasure, their mindless carnal desire, and it only spurs them forward.
There will be no mercy for their little human, not today and not any day after. Any lingering thoughts of impropriety or modesty will be thoroughly obliterated by hours and hours of sheer physical overstimulated bliss.
It's only been mere moments since they came a second time, and Alpha's words are already making a third climax stir within them. They're not nearly done yet. They're going to take all of them, all of their knots, over and over. They're going to love it. Kurt can't honestly tell if the wet sob of a noise that escapes them at his command is one of delight or anguish. It's probably a little of both. Or it could be Naseer hitting a particular spot inside them with his massive cock plunging in and out of their shuddering body, making the little human see stars with every single powerful thrust.
Naseer can normally go for hours, which wouldn't bode well for his wailing little mate, nor for his brothers, impatiently pacing for their turn—Kai might still need some time to recover, though Leo would be more than happy to cut in line as payback. However, said wailing mate is taking his cock so well, squeezing so tight around him, crying their pleasure loud and bright and without shame. They smell intoxicating.
So it really is no wonder he goes the way of his Alpha, feeling his knot swelling much sooner than normal, pounding against their tender hole before it finally slips inside. It's almost a relief, hearing Kurt's cries turn shrill and pleading, knowing in his heart they already relish in the feeling. Their perfect little body was made for them. He finds himself unable to speak as he empties himself inside, breathless as he wrenches Kurt's head back further, baring their neck, and sinking his teeth into that supple flesh. Their blood is as bright as their cries.
"Aw, sweetheart, don't cry," Leo purrs, sidling up beside Corrigan with a playful grin on his face, a big hand gently brushing tears and come off their mate's bright red cheek. Kurt is openly sobbing, bleeding and in pain and overstimulated and desperately hard and not nearly done yet. "These old men can't keep you satisfied for long, huh? Shh, don't worry, baby. I'll have you next."
"Old men?!" Kai squawks from somewhere on the grass, aiming a kick at Leo that misses dramatically. Corrigan just rolls his eyes, too enraptured by the sight of Naseer's teeth sunk into Kurt's freckled neck, his beta's bite a perfect match to his own. His eyes catch Naseer's as the other wolf loosens his firm bite, licking away the little human's hot, sweet blood, ensuring the mark will scar just as deeply as Corrigan’s.
Leo had been grinning cheekily at Kai over one shoulder, but as soon as Naseer shifts backwards, testing whether his knot is ready to slip free of Kurt's shivering body, he's right there. He reaches out eagerly for the exhausted, hazy-eyed, whimpering little human, not giving the slick mix of Naseer and Corrigan’s spend a chance to drip down Kurt's shaking thighs. Leo's hard as he's been since they first cornered their mate, the only one that hasn't come yet, and his cock slides so perfectly inside Kurt as he tugs them into his arms.
"Perfect, sweetheart, so good," Leo nearly growls, pulling Kurt back into his lap, their back flush against his front, his arms strong and thicker than his brother's had been. Leo is shorter and thicker everywhere, from his shoulders to his stomach to the cock buried to the hilt inside Kurt, stretching them in new ways, not as long, but much, much thicker.
There's a little more buildup this time, Leo kissing across Kurt's bloodied shoulders, stroking their shivering stomach and flat chest, plucking at their pebbled nipples. Corrigan watches from his spot in the grass, Naseer warm and sated against his side, waiting for the inevitable. He knows his pack too well, knows that Kai won't take Leo cutting in line without a fight.
And he doesn't. Kai crawls over, cock stirring against his stomach, rises up on his knees and growling down at Leo. "If you're gonna cut in line, you're gonna share, dickhead," he grumbles, grabbing Kurt's legs and pushing them up and apart, hungrily eying where Leo's cock is buried inside them.
Leo doesn't even flinch, grinning over Kurt's shoulder and rocking his hips a couple times. "Whattya think, honey? Can you take me and this big dumbass at once?" He nuzzles at Kurt's neck, already reaching down to start working a finger in alongside his cock. "C’mon, let's give Alpha a show."
They're not empty for long. Leo is right there to ease them off of Naseer, his strong rugged arms right there to hold them, wrap them up nice and safe as he effortlessly slides his thick cock inside. For as frightened as they'd been of the wolfmen at first, now Kurt can't imagine going even a moment without one of them inside, without feeling a formidable cock stretching them wide open, without slick come filling them up and dripping out of every hole they have. It's sheer, unfettered bliss. It feels like coming home.
What had they been so scared of?
Perhaps it's the claiming bites messing with their head, or the effect of coming two times in quick succession, but Kurt is starting to feel strange all over. Being sore between their legs is no shock, given the poundings they've taken, but they're surprised to find just how tender their untouched chest feels. Leo's pinching lures startled squeaks from the little human, the sensation hot and inflamed, but shockingly not painful.
Just as their mind is changing to accept their new role—whatever that entails—their body must be changing too, not letting them truly feel all the pains of serving as the pack's mate. Why their chest, of all places, remains a mystery.
Another mystery is why they don't immediately balk at the idea of taking Leo and Kai at the same time. Kurt's hazy eyes fly open, trying to focus on Kai as he spreads their legs apart, their heart thudding against their ribs. He looks just as huge and imposing as he had fucking their throat, looking ready to devour them, but neither he nor the dangerous suggestion scares them. Surely they'll split apart if they try. Surely their body physically can't handle two thick wolf cocks at once.
But then they see Corrigan through the haze. Their Alpha sitting in the grass with Naseer blissfully curled up against him, patiently soothing the beta through the high of claiming. They see Corrigan watching with rapt attention, his interest obvious, hunger in his eyes.
Kurt whimpers hoarsely, one hand tangling in Leo's wild hair, the other pressing into Kai's chest, smoothing over the expanse of rippling muscle. Their touch is shaky but ravenous, urging both wolves to hurry. More than feeling good, Kurt so desperately wants to impress Alpha. "P-Please, yes, y-yes, want that, want— w-want both of you, please! Take me, share me, p-please, wanna feel you both inside—!"
Despite his posturing and bravado, Kai would've immediately backed down if Kurt had been the slightest bit frightened by the idea of taking them both -- it was mostly to try and intimidate Leo, truly, he hadn't actually meant it. Or had he? Just as much as the little human pressed between the two huge werewolves, each member of the pack is dizzy and a little mindless with the desire to claim, to breed, to knot. Kai isn't even sure what he'd wanted anymore, not when he has Kurt's delicate hand sliding over his chest, their huge, bright, beautiful eyes fixed on him, their legs spreading to welcome him between, welcome him closer. It's what they want, clearly, and Kai is as powerless as Leo -- as Benji, as Naseer and even Corrigan -- to deny them.
He grabs at Kurt's hand, lifts it to his lips, nuzzles and kisses over their palm, their wrist, then guides them to grip at the back of his neck. "Hold on tight, sweetheart," he rasps, shuffling closer, hooking one of the little human's legs up over his shoulder, spreading them impossibly wide, and making sure that Corrigan has an uninterrupted view. "Leo n' me are gonna ruin you for anyone else, gonna fuck you screaming, gonna make you beg for it." He's still slick from Kurt's throat, guiding his cock to press at their oversensitive, tender hole, just as Leo slides almost all the way free, both wolves moving in perfect tandem.
There's almost no resistance, a brief moment of impossible, incredible stretch, then Kurt's body submits, accepts them both. The heat, the grip around both Leo and Kai's cocks is enough to prompt two sharp claiming bites -- one on Kurt's collarbone, the other just above their shoulderblade. Leo's hands have found the young human's chest again, pinching, twisting, much rougher this time to distract from the too-much, too-full feeling of taking them both -- and, perhaps, to see how swollen and sensitive he can urge their flat chest to become.
Throughout it all, Corrigan watches, one arm around Naseer, the other finding Benji and tugging him closer, pressing the youngest wolf down to keep his stirring cock warm, coax him back to hardness. Once Kai and Leo are done, Benji's turn will go fast, and Kurt will end the afternoon as they began -- with their Alpha's knot, keeping them full and warm.
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"Good," Corrigan murmurs, leaning forward and pressing his mouth to Kurt’s, slow and deep and hot. He tastes their anxious, curious, confused desire, can feel it starting to lace through their scent, and he smiles as he pulls away. "Just lie back and let me enjoy you," he breathes, kissing their chin, their throat. "Let us take care of you."
The warm air changes slightly, charged with Corrigan’s intention -- now that the little human isn't fighting, he wastes no more time. He can feel his brothers just barely holding back, respect for their alpha warring with desire, can smell their desire in the air. Like any hunt, he gets the first bite, first chance to savor the delicacy laid out on the fresh green grass.
But he'll allow them to participate, being a benevolent alpha. Naseer has Kurt’s hands and, on either side of the little human, Kai and Leo guide their legs towards their chest, bending at the knee, then spreading them open. Like this, Corrigan can easily lean down and slide his tongue over their untouched, virgin hole, taking his time, letting the other wolves watch. "Perfect," he all but growls, fingers digging into Kurt's pale ass and spreading it wide so he can thoroughly prepare them. He doesn't bother being quiet -- and he doesn't care if Kurt does either. Let the entire forest hear the pleasure he brings. Let them all envy.
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They make another strange noise then, one of baffled surprise, choked and sharp in their pale throat. The young wolves don't think twice about it, of course, as they all enjoy each other this way, but Kurt is completely bewildered by the sensation.
That... should not feel this good. It should be filthy, disgusting, the lowest of lows, but feeling the alpha's tongue laving their virgin hole is just amazing. It's hot, slick, sensual, and when that long tongue burrows inside them, they cry out with pleasure, startling a flock of birds perched in a nearby oak tree. Kurt can feel their cock stirring between their legs, twitching against their stomach, heat coiling low in their gut unlike any pleasure they've ever felt.
Shamefully touching themself under the cover of night never felt this good. They squeeze Naseer's long fingers, they press into Benji's caressing hands, they don't fight it when Kai and Leo spread their legs wider, watching with rapt attention as Corrigan prepares the little human for his cock. They really are tiny. He must be diligent, so he won't hurt them when the time comes.
"Easy," Naseer growls as a warning, voice just a touch shaky with desire as he sees how hard Benji and Kai are getting, their eyes darkening with lust, drool wetting their chins. It's getting hard even for Naseer to hold back, especially when the human writhes and arches with pleasure rather than fear, when they sound so good enjoying themself, even in their confusion. Corrigan better hurry, or some of these kids are gonna get pinned to the ground.
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Kai's gone quiet, which is unlike him, eyes fixed on where Corrigan’s long, lithe tongue is curling and pressing inside the human's body, working them open. The beastmen have claws on each finger, even in their humanoid forms, and while being scratched up is nothing for one of them, taking fingers inside could hurt Kurt. They're so soft, so fragile. Kai leans closer, teasing his tongue around one of their pert pink nipples, unable to resist.
Corrigan allows this, even glancing at Leo to give him permission to mirror Kai's movements. As long as he's the one who gets his cock inside Kurt first, he doesn't mind if the rest of the pack plays with them. It might even help, the overwhelming pleasure dulling any discomfort.
And Kurt is so beautifully responsive, relaxing and opening beneath Corrigan’s skilled tongue, moaning and arching prettily in the grass. "Touch them," the alpha commands raggedly, feeling his cock slip free of it's sheath, heavy and slick. "'seer, Benji. Make them moan for you. They're ours, don't be afraid to touch."
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To his delight, Kurt immediately surrenders to the kiss, parting their lips for him without thinking, still gasping and moaning and whimpering into his mouth. They're so overwhelmed with touch, hands and mouths all over them, inside of them, ravaging every spot that makes them senseless with desire. They never thought they could feel this good.
The beastman told the truth. None of them would harm them. Kurt barely remembers why they resisted in the first place.
While the pack plays with their pretty new toy, Naseer is left holding their hands, fingers gently squeezing theirs while he monitors everyone else, making sure no one oversteps. It's a testament to his willpower that, even when panting and unsheathing and aching, his loyalty to Corrigan never wavers.
In lieu of toying with Kurt, he leans in close, locking eyes with his alpha while murmuring filthy nothings in their ear, grinning the whole time: "You're doing so good, little one, what a perfect toy you are, moaning so pretty for us. We want to hear you scream your pleasure, little dove, scream when he gives you his cock, and he'll take you to heights of pleasure you thought impossible. That's it, go on, little one, scream for us..."
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Unlike the restrictive, rigid roles of the humans, werewolf groups of young adults often designated one member who would serve as a sort of group submissive partner. Rut could strike any wolf of any gender, and enduring these periods without a warm, sweet body to relieve one's self could be brutal. Corrigan’s pack had been seeking someone just like that for a while, especially once their ruts began syncing together.
True, it was rarer for the group mate to be a different species, but it wasn't unheard of. Corrigan knew groups that had claimed humans or elves or other beasts of the deep woods. All that mattered was that willingness to submit, to service, to give and accept pleasure. And Kurt could certainly do that, their beautiful, soft, smooth body quivering and moaning beneath the amorous attention of the five wolves. Their virgin hole was soft, eager, hungry, as Corrigan slowly licked over it once more, then pulled back.
Sparing a brief, fervent caress of Naseer's face -- the only one beside Kurt he'd touch, at least until the youth was claimed -- Corrigan sat back and gripped the thick base of his long, flared cock, gliding his fist over the slick, heated flesh. "It's time, little one," he murmured, prompting the others to pause in their affections. Kai and Leo slid their big hands under Kurt's slender hips, lifting them, presenting their shivering small body to the alph.
"Take it," Corrigan all but growled, guiding his cock to press at Kurt's tender hole, then slide inside them, inch by gradual inch, filling them for the first time "Take your place in the pack..."
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Kurt watches with rapt attention as Corrigan guides his long, thick, inhuman cock to their hole, their hand squeezing Naseer's without thinking, another hand finding Benji's hair. They expect it to hurt. It must. They were always taught that, even with a human cock like theirs, sex is painful and bad, a necessary evil to create life.
Those lessons couldn't have been more wrong. With his focused preparation, Corrigan slides inside without resistance, slick and slow, that massive cock disappearing inside them. And Kurt does as Naseer demanded, crying their pleasure into the woods, a shrill sound of surprise and delight and bliss. Their fingers squeeze tightly—Benji shudders wildly from the tug at his nape—their legs spread wider—without Kai or Leo's help—and their cries grow louder the deeper Corrigan sinks into them. He's so massive, their flat stomach starts bulging at the intrusion. He fits perfectly.
"Y-Yes! Yes, please, o-oh, please!" they cry, pleading, barely filled for the very first time and already demanding more. Naseer beams, watching his alpha claim their new mate, heart singing with pride. Kurt will fit right into the pack. Their place was always here with them.
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"So, so good, so good," he praises again and again, hands finding their hips, lifting them up and pulling them closer, watching them take inch after inch of his cock, watching as he finally comes to rest, buried to the hilt. Corrigan could easily come like this, could let his control lapse and release inside his mate without even needing to move. His claws leave tiny pinprick marks on Kurt's smooth, pale flesh as he rocks his hips gently, watches as his cock shifts visibly inside the small human.
Naseer sees Corrigan’s fascination, guiding Kurt’s hand down to settle on the bulge rounding out their shivering stomach. "There," he murmurs against the youth's tousled hair. "Feel him inside you? Feel how well you take him?"
Corrigan obligingly rocks his hips again, groaning thickly at the feeling of even shallowly thrusting inside Kurt. The other wolves reach out as well, caressing their mate's belly, their alpha’s cock shifting inside, then stroking over their shuddering, sweat-slick body. Corrigan’s voice us soft, rough: "You'll take him next. Naseer. You'll take us all, just as perfectly." A deeper, harder thrust, his hips smacking against Kurt's ass. "You were made for this. Made for us."
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He moves inside them, and Kurt feels his cock shifting against their palm, right through their stomach, and they sob with pleasure into Naseer's neck. Their fingers find his thick curly hair, holding on for dear life as Corrigan's trusts start getting deeper, harder. The wolf shudders happily at the tug to his hair. He's counting the seconds until he too gets to fuck the eager little human, arching so pretty and needy into all of their hands caressing their body.
Naseer reaches further down, guiding Kurt's fingers to their own cock, so hard and hot to the touch between their spread legs. The human sobs at just the brush of their hand to it.
"Yes! Hah—! I w-will, I will, please," they babble, not comprehending what they're agreeing to, what they're pleading for. How could such a tiny human survive taking all five of them, when just one feels so good? Their cock is throbbing, sensitive, slick where they've been leaking, so close to bursting already. Something about everyone touching them all at once, the scent of them all lingering thick in the warm sunny air, the promise that the whole pack will take turns to make them feel like this makes Kurt feel like they could live in this pleasure forever.
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But his brothers are being so patient, even as they nuzzle and kiss and caress Kurt’s body, their hands roaming everywhere, stroking along their shivering stomach and spread thighs and heaving chest. Only their neck remains off-limits, no wolf going near the place Corrigan will put his claiming mark. The urge to do that, to make it immediately visible who Kurt belongs to, soon takes precedent above all else.
The long, deep, rhythmic thrusts pick up speed, Corrigan barely pulling back before pounding back inside the young human. His hands clutch at their hips, leaving bright marks as he yanks them down to meet each thrust, deeper and harder and faster. The pack senses the change, resuming their grip on Kurt’s shivering arms and legs, holding them still again. Taking the alpha’s cock is one thing, but taking his knot is something else entirely. Even members of the pack had to build up to it, had to practice for weeks.
But this is their mate. Corrigan knows in his marrow that Kurt was made for their pack, for everything they had to give, pleasure and attention and passion. So he reaches up, caressing their cheek, bringing their attention back to him. "Don't be afraid," he breathes out, roughly, eyes gone black, teeth bared, more animal than man. But his touch on their face stays gentle, loving. "I'm going to knot you now, little mate, and it may hurt, but I know you can do it. You can take it, for me, for us. For your pack." He groans, whole body shuddering, knot beginning to swell, but he keeps his eyes locked with Kurt's. "For your alpha."
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When their eyes finally manage to focus on him again, seeing his features all animal and distorted, Kurt feels an initial stab of fright in their gut. He looks like he's moments from tearing their throat out. There's no wonder humans fear beastfolk.
It's a crying shame, Kurt thinks as they're fucked into the grass at a merciless pace, that humans won't ever know the heights of pleasure wolfmen like Corrigan can take them to. Won't ever know the warmth of their touch, the tender care they take of their mates. Kurt is so lucky.
They don't know what a knot is, or why it will hurt, and they can't even form the words to ask. All they can do is cry and sob their pleasure at the midday sun, nodding fervently the whole time. Corrigan said—alpha said—they can do it, they can take it, and so they will. They won't be afraid. They will do anything for their alpha.
Just as he starts swelling, his growing knot colliding with their virgin hole over and over, the little human hurtles over the edge with a near-howling wail, unable to hold back anymore. Kurt seizes as they come, throwing their head back, baring their throat for him and spilling wave after wave of come all over themself. Rather than the tight shuddering squeeze of orgasm making it harder for Corrigan's knot to slip inside, Kurt's little body becomes more pliant and welcoming than ever. They're ready to take him. They're ready to become his.
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The bright tang of their blood is like sunshine, the scent of their pleasure addictive like no drug could be, and for a moment there's nobody in the world but the two of them. Corrigan keeps his teeth in place as his come pumps Kurt full, so much more than any human, enough to swell their flat stomach slightly. His knot keeps every drop in place, an ancient instinct to claim, to mate, to breed satisfied at last.
Eventually Corrigan is aware of the others -- Naseer still nuzzling the opposite side of Kurt's neck, where his own mark will be, Kai dragging his tongue over a bitemark he's left on the human's chest, Leo eagerly lapping up their come from their stomach, and Benji hazy-eyed and shivering, having come untouched at the same time as his alpha. The youngest wolf looks somewhat ashamed, cheeks flushing, but Corrigan reaches out to touch his thigh, squeeze it reassuringly. He'll have time to recover.
Because, for the moment, the alpha is sated, everything in him warm and pleased and satisfied. He slides his teeth free of Kurt's neck, drags his tongue over the perfect puncture wounds a couple times, encouraging them to clot, to heal. To scar. His knot is already going down, his body aware that the rest of the pack needs a turn, but he pauses long enough to nuzzle affectionately at Kurt's nose, kiss their panting mouth with his bloodstained one. "Did that feel good, my little mate?" he murmurs sweetly, almost a purr. "Are you ready for Naseer to take you next, breed you again?"
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But alpha knots them, alpha bites his claim into their neck, alpha fills them full to bursting with his spend, and all Kurt can feel is bliss. This must be what Heaven feels like, a brutal mix of pleasure and pain that transcends mere sensation, a full-body feeling of being loved and taken, of coming home. It really is like they were born to do this, to be the pack's chosen mate, their circumstances be damned. This is what they were made for.
Even the taste of their own blood on Corrigan's lips doesn't shock them out of their blissful state, shaking apart and sobbing for breath and whimpering with loss as they feel alpha's knot shrinking inside them. They want to stay like this forever. Aching, bleeding, throbbing, taking alpha's cock for the rest of their life.
Until, of course, Corrigan brings up the others. They seem to wake up a little, blinking dumbstruck up at the wolf, eyes enormous and glazed with pain and need and tears. Then they look to Naseer. Then to Kai, and Leo, and Benji. The sight of each of them, so eager to breed the little human, to claim them just as Corrigan had, makes Kurt's heart pound against their ribs. Impossibly, a coil of arousal winds through them once more. "Y-Yes," they breathe, reaching for Corrigan first, hands shakily cupping and caressing his cheeks before they turn to Naseer, fingers clumsily running through his hair, like they're so overwhelmed with choice they just want everything, right now. "P-Please, I want that, I w-want to be bred again, I— please, I want to take a-all of you, please don't stop!"
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So he slowly slides his softening cock free, petting at Kurt’s trembling thighs as he does. "Shhh, just a moment, you won't be empty long, little one," he soothes, smugly proud at the amount of come spilling onto the grass. Kurt may not be a wolf, may not have the instinctive urge to not lose any of their alpha’s spend, but being suddenly empty must be uncomfortable.
So he gently guides the shivering human to their hands and knees, keeping a hand under their rounded stomach to steady them, get them into the right position for what he has in mind. Unlike his claim, which must be made unchallenged, only him and his mate, the rest of the pack can...simultaneously enjoy Kurt’s perfect, pliant body. They'll take turns knotting them, of course, but if they're going to satisfy the entire pack, it's high time they learn to multitasking.
So, pressing down on Kurt’s shoulders, lifting their hips, Corrigan shoots Naseer a bemused smirk. "Your turn, brother of mine. You don't mind if Kai and Leo start training their mouth while you fuck them, do you?"
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The suggestion of taking one of them in their mouth makes Kurt gasp, a sharp little noise, looking up to see both Kai and Leo looming over them. Neither are as big and thick and long as alpha, but they're both still massive, making the human blush scarlet. They're supposed to fit a cock like that in their mouth? Would that even be possible?
Naseer seems to think so, chuckling low in his chest as he takes his place beside his alpha. "Of course I don't, brother," he says as he gropes Kurt's ass, groaning at the way Corrigan left them, wet and tender and gaping for him. As much as he wants to bury his tongue inside them, make them scream for him, Naseer isn't in the mood to fight anyone for their ass. So he guides his cock inside them instead, relishing in the loud, long moan that escapes them as they're slowly filled back up. "As long as the boys don't mind fighting over who gets to fuck their virgin throat first."
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Laughing softly, he nuzzles at Naseer's shoulder, over the faint scar there -- his mark from years before. They all bear it, in one place or another, signs of their alpha, their king. Only Kurt has it on their neck, though, easily seen as Corrigan gathers their hair and gently, firmly, guides them forward. "I don't think the boy's have ever turned down a fight," he teases, his other hand coming to cradle Kurt’s chin. "Open wide, sweetheart, show them what they're fighting for."
Before Kurt can comply, Kai's already elbowing Leo hard in the ribs, prompting a brief, ferocious tussle that ends (as usual) with Kai doing something not strictly honorable -- in this case, jabbing Leo hard in the ribs and making him curl up like a shrimp -- and coming out the winner. Corrigan is used to this, rolling his eyes at Naseer, then gently pinching Kurt’s cheeks, prompting them to open their mouth wider. "Go slow," he instructs Kai firmly, smelling the barely-contained lust and urge to breed emanating from the younger wolf. "If you hurt them, I'm tearing your dick off."
Kai salutes, earning him a kick in the back of one leg by Leo, whose sulking is being consoled by Benji. The two nuzzle, kiss, curled up together in the grass with the reckless abandon of creatures who've never been ashamed of physical touch. Even Corrigan is momentarily distracted, though he turns his attention back to Kurt quickly. "Breathe through your nose," he instructs in a soft voice. "And arch your back so Naseer doesn't jostle you too much. They'll both be gentle until you're ready to take it harder, don't be afraid. Open your mouth nice and wide, show Kai how much you want him in your throat..."
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Where Corrigan is measured but precise, building steadily to that deep, rhythmic pounding that had Kurt wailing for him, Naseer is languid. He draws out everything, long and slow and deep and constant, not stopping for even a moment. Their little mate won't know much respite in the coming days and months and years. Naseer sees no reason to go easy on them first time around.
Of course, even demanding, needy sluts need their training. For all their eager, desperate bucking and highpitched whines for more, Kurt is still wide-eyed and trembling, staring up at Kai as the much bigger man eases his thick cock past their lips. Naseer can feel it in their whole body, the nerves and anticipation both making them tense up, shuddering, barely held back from lunging forward and hurting themself. "Shhh, there you go... Listen to your alpha, sweet little thing, do as he says. Nice and wide for Kai, there you go," Naseer purrs, still holding them firmly, still rolling his hips slow and steady, fucking the whining little human deep.
He can't quite help himself from bending down and nuzzling his face against their claiming bite, still hot and tender at the base of their neck, still smelling like alpha and power and their bright blood. It's impossible to resist running his tongue over the fresh bite mark, encouraging it to clot and heal and scar, the perfect reminder of who they belong to for the rest of their life. "I can't wait to put my own mark on you, pretty. Right next to his. Would you like that? A pretty collar of claims around your sweet neck?" He chuckles right in their ear when they whine around Kai's cock, their little body and mind both so overwhelmed with pleasure. "Good. You're doing so good. If he hurts you, you're allowed to use your teeth," Naseer adds, loud enough for Kai to hear.
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"Kinky," comments Leo, reaching out to unfasten Kurt's red cloak and drape it over a nearby branch. The human's modest dress is thoroughly shredded to ribbons, but the cape and hood are still salvageable. Leo's a practical sort, already thinking ahead about things like clothes for their much smaller mate, who'd be swallowed up in any of the clothes the wolves have stored away.
Corrigan, lounging in the grass, sated and smug, lording over his amorous pack, rumbles approvingly as Kurt is thoroughly bared. One of his hands smooths down the line of their beautifully arched back, enjoying the unobstructed view of Naseer's cock plunging inside Kurt over and over, those long, deep thrusts that every member of the pack knows so well.
"Just relax, little one," Corrigan murmurs, palm big and warm and rubbing in slow circles over the bruises already left on Kurt's hip, from his hands and Naseer's. "Relax your body, let him deeper inside. I know just how good Naseer's cock feels, how wonderful he can make you feel. Surrender to it, Kurt. Don't be afraid of feeling pleasure."
As he speaks, the alpha reaches our, smoothing a hand down the line of his mate's throat, feeling them relax, feeling the exact moment Kai slides into their throat. "Not too deep, let them get used to it," Corrigan murmurs,
squeezing just a bit, just to feel Kurt swallowing convulsively. "Nice and slow, see? See how you can pleasure two of your mates at once, little one? See how much they're enjoying you? Let yourself surrender to being used, to servicing us. This is what you were made for."
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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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Especially Kai, who is normally the picture of recklessness, heedless of his surroundings. He's not clumsy like Benji, he just barrels through life like a torpedo, demanding that the world step aside for him. But now he's just barely rocking his hips, letting the softness of Kurt's lips, the tight squeeze of their throat bring him go the edge, rather than relying on going hard and fast, like he usually does. And it's working, the big beastly man shuddering and swearing under his breath, hand clutching at Kurt's hair before he can stop himself.
"Sorry, sorry, you're just -- they're so--" Kai breaks off in a wordless growl as Kurt swallows around his cock, throwing his head back and begging, "Alpha, can I, can I please--"
Corrigan presses a kiss to Naseer's shoulder, then moves to nuzzle against Kai, soothing and affectionate. "Go ahead, come down their throat, let them see how good they make you feel." The alpha reaches out, cradles Kurt's chin again, holding then still as Kai surrenders to his pleasure, releasing into the little human's throat, then pulling back to fill their mouth and, finally, to spill the last of his spend over their flushed, freckled face, painting their cheeks, the bridge of their nose, their parted lips.
Corrigan can feel his own arousal kicking back up at the sight of their pretty blushing mate with Kai's come all over their face. He lifts his gaze to meet Naseer's, tugging Kai into his arms, his eyes dark and hungry. "They did very well, brother. I think they deserve to see just how hard you can fuck them, before you reward them with your mark. Don't you?"
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He tastes good. Really good. He fills their mouth to bursting before splattering the rest over their face, just as hot and thick as the rest, and Kurt sobs as they swallow as much as they can—a tall task, too tall, some of his come spilling past their lips and trickling down their chin. They can get truly addicted to this taste, this sensation, rich and heady and seductive. That's to say nothing of all the attention, the praise, which is already going to their little head.
They did very well. They're so good. They deserve a reward.
"I do, brother," Naseer says, grinning at his alpha, but even his calm exterior is starting to show cracks from such a delicious display. His eyes are black with need, his grin as shaky as his hands, gripping the sobbing, shivering, beguiling little human with barely restrained hunger. As soon as Corrigan cradles Kai close and gives his permission, Naseer starts pounding into them, hips colliding with their ass over and over as he fucks more of those delectable cries out of them. Kai's cock has left their throat tender, their screams hoarse, which just makes him fuck them harder. There's no way he's going to let Kai outdo him. He'll show the pack why he's second in command.
Kurt is grabbing fistfuls of warm, wet grass, holding on for dear life, feeling every inch of Naseer's cock slamming into them again and again, reaching all the way into their stomach, heavy with Kai's spend. It's so much, it's too much, it's too good, their pleasure already building into another explosive climax, everyone's watching, everyone's going to see them come so hard again, it's too much. But when they instinctively try to hide their flushed, come-spattered face in the grass, Naseer twists a hand into their hair and yanks, forcing their hazy gaze back up, the pain making them cry louder. He's growling into their ear, they think, don't hide, let them see, let them all see how good you feel on my cock, and Kurt sobs as they come all over themself for the second time today. "P-Please, please, a-alpha—!"
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Corrigan knows the others are watching just as raptly -- Leo, awaiting his turn patiently, Benji, who's already recovered and is anxiously ready to go, Kai, sprawling in the grass and catching his breath. They all know the bliss of being on the receiving end of Naseer's magnificent cock, and they're all eager to see Kurt come again. Corrigan doesn't dare look away, though, won't divide his attention from their human mate for even an instant.
One big hand comes up, cradling Kurt's chin, even as they're shuddering and sobbing and begging him -- for mercy, for more, he isn't quite certain. It doesn't really matter, as he doesn't imagine even they know. "Shhh, I'm here," he murmurs, thumbing away the mix of saliva and tears and come covering the little human's face. The gentle touch is a deliberate contrast to Naseer's tight grip on their hair, dominance and comfort blurring together. "You aren't nearly done yet, my sweet little mate. I told you, all of us will have a turn with you before you can rest."
There's a bemused, dark note in Corrigan’s voice as he catches Kurt's teary gaze with his own. "Naseer isn't letting you go until he's completely satisfied, and by then Kai will want his turn with your ass. You're going to take all our knots, come on them again and again, and you're going to love it." It's a command, a statement of absolute truth -- Kurt may beg and protest that its too much, but the wolves can smell their pleasure, their mindless carnal desire, and it only spurs them forward.
There will be no mercy for their little human, not today and not any day after. Any lingering thoughts of impropriety or modesty will be thoroughly obliterated by hours and hours of sheer physical overstimulated bliss.
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Naseer can normally go for hours, which wouldn't bode well for his wailing little mate, nor for his brothers, impatiently pacing for their turn—Kai might still need some time to recover, though Leo would be more than happy to cut in line as payback. However, said wailing mate is taking his cock so well, squeezing so tight around him, crying their pleasure loud and bright and without shame. They smell intoxicating.
So it really is no wonder he goes the way of his Alpha, feeling his knot swelling much sooner than normal, pounding against their tender hole before it finally slips inside. It's almost a relief, hearing Kurt's cries turn shrill and pleading, knowing in his heart they already relish in the feeling. Their perfect little body was made for them. He finds himself unable to speak as he empties himself inside, breathless as he wrenches Kurt's head back further, baring their neck, and sinking his teeth into that supple flesh. Their blood is as bright as their cries.
"Aw, sweetheart, don't cry," Leo purrs, sidling up beside Corrigan with a playful grin on his face, a big hand gently brushing tears and come off their mate's bright red cheek. Kurt is openly sobbing, bleeding and in pain and overstimulated and desperately hard and not nearly done yet. "These old men can't keep you satisfied for long, huh? Shh, don't worry, baby. I'll have you next."
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Leo had been grinning cheekily at Kai over one shoulder, but as soon as Naseer shifts backwards, testing whether his knot is ready to slip free of Kurt's shivering body, he's right there. He reaches out eagerly for the exhausted, hazy-eyed, whimpering little human, not giving the slick mix of Naseer and Corrigan’s spend a chance to drip down Kurt's shaking thighs. Leo's hard as he's been since they first cornered their mate, the only one that hasn't come yet, and his cock slides so perfectly inside Kurt as he tugs them into his arms.
"Perfect, sweetheart, so good," Leo nearly growls, pulling Kurt back into his lap, their back flush against his front, his arms strong and thicker than his brother's had been. Leo is shorter and thicker everywhere, from his shoulders to his stomach to the cock buried to the hilt inside Kurt, stretching them in new ways, not as long, but much, much thicker.
There's a little more buildup this time, Leo kissing across Kurt's bloodied shoulders, stroking their shivering stomach and flat chest, plucking at their pebbled nipples. Corrigan watches from his spot in the grass, Naseer warm and sated against his side, waiting for the inevitable. He knows his pack too well, knows that Kai won't take Leo cutting in line without a fight.
And he doesn't. Kai crawls over, cock stirring against his stomach, rises up on his knees and growling down at Leo. "If you're gonna cut in line, you're gonna share, dickhead," he grumbles, grabbing Kurt's legs and pushing them up and apart, hungrily eying where Leo's cock is buried inside them.
Leo doesn't even flinch, grinning over Kurt's shoulder and rocking his hips a couple times. "Whattya think, honey? Can you take me and this big dumbass at once?" He nuzzles at Kurt's neck, already reaching down to start working a finger in alongside his cock. "C’mon, let's give Alpha a show."
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What had they been so scared of?
Perhaps it's the claiming bites messing with their head, or the effect of coming two times in quick succession, but Kurt is starting to feel strange all over. Being sore between their legs is no shock, given the poundings they've taken, but they're surprised to find just how tender their untouched chest feels. Leo's pinching lures startled squeaks from the little human, the sensation hot and inflamed, but shockingly not painful.
Just as their mind is changing to accept their new role—whatever that entails—their body must be changing too, not letting them truly feel all the pains of serving as the pack's mate. Why their chest, of all places, remains a mystery.
Another mystery is why they don't immediately balk at the idea of taking Leo and Kai at the same time. Kurt's hazy eyes fly open, trying to focus on Kai as he spreads their legs apart, their heart thudding against their ribs. He looks just as huge and imposing as he had fucking their throat, looking ready to devour them, but neither he nor the dangerous suggestion scares them. Surely they'll split apart if they try. Surely their body physically can't handle two thick wolf cocks at once.
But then they see Corrigan through the haze. Their Alpha sitting in the grass with Naseer blissfully curled up against him, patiently soothing the beta through the high of claiming. They see Corrigan watching with rapt attention, his interest obvious, hunger in his eyes.
Kurt whimpers hoarsely, one hand tangling in Leo's wild hair, the other pressing into Kai's chest, smoothing over the expanse of rippling muscle. Their touch is shaky but ravenous, urging both wolves to hurry. More than feeling good, Kurt so desperately wants to impress Alpha. "P-Please, yes, y-yes, want that, want— w-want both of you, please! Take me, share me, p-please, wanna feel you both inside—!"
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He grabs at Kurt's hand, lifts it to his lips, nuzzles and kisses over their palm, their wrist, then guides them to grip at the back of his neck. "Hold on tight, sweetheart," he rasps, shuffling closer, hooking one of the little human's legs up over his shoulder, spreading them impossibly wide, and making sure that Corrigan has an uninterrupted view. "Leo n' me are gonna ruin you for anyone else, gonna fuck you screaming, gonna make you beg for it." He's still slick from Kurt's throat, guiding his cock to press at their oversensitive, tender hole, just as Leo slides almost all the way free, both wolves moving in perfect tandem.
There's almost no resistance, a brief moment of impossible, incredible stretch, then Kurt's body submits, accepts them both. The heat, the grip around both Leo and Kai's cocks is enough to prompt two sharp claiming bites -- one on Kurt's collarbone, the other just above their shoulderblade. Leo's hands have found the young human's chest again, pinching, twisting, much rougher this time to distract from the too-much, too-full feeling of taking them both -- and, perhaps, to see how swollen and sensitive he can urge their flat chest to become.
Throughout it all, Corrigan watches, one arm around Naseer, the other finding Benji and tugging him closer, pressing the youngest wolf down to keep his stirring cock warm, coax him back to hardness. Once Kai and Leo are done, Benji's turn will go fast, and Kurt will end the afternoon as they began -- with their Alpha's knot, keeping them full and warm.
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