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.
The pleasure that suddenly surges through their body—or is it pain? both? they can no longer tell—is blinding, maddening, shattering every thought that isn't more, yes, more in their little mind. Impossibly, Kurt's body molds to accept both brothers at once, offering barely any resistance before both Kai and Leo's cocks are inside them, tight and snug and perfect. They feel so full, too full, ready to burst but knowing without fail that they won't, their insides sculpted to fit them without danger.
The claiming bites come just as Kurt shrieks with ecstasy, throwing their head back against Leo's shoulder, lost in rapturous pleasure. Being shared, taken, then claimed twice over in the same moment, is enough to make Kurt come all over themself again, wailing as they paint their torso with their own spend.
Leo doesn't hesitate to smear it messily all over his mate's shuddering chest, pulling and squeezing and rubbing insistently. The way they squeal and whimper at his touch is so endearing. If he could stay like this forever—breathless, mouth full of fragrant blood, hands abusing their swelling tender flesh, his cock wedged so tightly inside his mate, pressed right against his brother's—he would.
But Kai's hips twitch as he licks his claiming bite clean, his cock rubbing against his own, and Leo has to fight not to lose himself. They don't actually want to ruin Kurt. Though the jury's still out on whether that's even possible. Just look what their tiny virgin body has taken already today. "W-With me, Kai, like this," he instructs, pulling out as Kai pushes in, going in on Kai's out, small and gentle movements at first until they can find their rhythm.
Of course, the two of them were always in time with each other. It takes no time at all for their thrusts to sync up, their cocks reaching deeper, stretching them wider, Corrigan and Naseer's slick still inside to ease their motions. Kurt is sobbing with pleasure between them, holding on so tight, their cock still hard despite coming moments before. Leo grins, crooked and toothy at his brother, a playful if cautious challenge in his dark eyes. "Wanna see how wrecked we can make'em, Kai? You an' me? Make the little birdie sing for me, brother, c'mon, let me hear it."
Kai grins around a mouthful of blood, swallows and pants open mouthed at the way Kurt shudders and shivers and squeezes around his cock, nestled up against Leo's, throbbing and dripping and ready already to burst. He could come right then, thrust as deep as he can and knot their little mate that exact second, feel his spend drip out and down their legs and into the grass, joining the mess already there -- but that would mean Leo would win. And Kai can't have that.
So instead he rocks his hips up hard, grinding forward against Leo, pressing close enough that he can feel Kurt's heart rocketing through their ribs, in time with his. "You know better'n anyone how good I can wreck someone, Leo," he growls, suddenly pulling the sobbing, shuddering human away, feeling the slick gush down their thighs as his brother's cock slides free. Kai's still inside, stays there as he moves onto his back, settling Kurt over his hips, guiding their shaky hands to brace on his chest before he drops them onto his cock fully, sheathed to the hilt, hips smacking against their ass.
A couple more thrusts, bouncing Kurt on his cock, then Kai grips their come-streaked cheeks and spreads them wide, grinning up at Leo. "C'mon, big wolf, get on top. Just this once. Help me make our little bird wail." His big hands dig into Kurt's pale, freckled flesh, hard enough to bruise, making him vaguely wish that he'd put his claiming bite right on their plush ass instead. But Leo's already moving forward, guiding his cock through the mess of come and up against Kai's, then sliding inside Kurt again, making both wolves all but purr in satisfaction. The angle is deep, Kai never moving more than a couple inches out of the young human, Leo staying just as deep, both of them grinding together for a long, punishing moment.
Then, like they'd both silently decided it, both cocks slide free, almost entirely, then thrust back in hard and quick and deep.
The way all five of the wolves can just grab them and lift them into the air like they weigh nothing should be terrifying to the little human. Instead, Kurt is thrilled to be manhandled, clinging to Kai as he yanks them into his lap, bouncing them on his cock over and over, like a child's ragdoll. It has them sobbing with pleasure even before Leo joins back in, filling them back up, reaching so deep, so deep, into places they didn't even know they had.
Kurt had never in their life thought pleasure like this possible. The wolf brothers plow into them, both at the same time, so fast, so deep, so hard, and what should be killing them just has them screaming in ecstasy. There's nothing they can do but hold on for dear life and let Kai and Leo ravage their body, arms shaking with the effort to hold themself upright. Eventually, they just give up trying, collapsing against Kai's chest with a wet little noise while the wolves continue fucking their brains out, never once stopping.
"Yes, p-please, please, please!" they cry, mindless and unseeing, unable to form other words, other thoughts. Their little mate is entirely consumed with desire, with the need to be mated, taken, claimed by the pack—all at once, if they must. It is the greatest pleasure they've ever known, the greatest joy, and they never want to be without this again for as long as they live.
Naseer watches the show, amused where he's sitting, curled up against Corrigan's side. "They really are trying to wreck them," he purrs to his Alpha, knowing the younger wolves wouldn't dare actually break their mate. With how much of their spend Kurt has already taken, how many claiming bites they've gained, their body already changing from it all, it would take true malice to actually hurt them at this point. They were born for this, for the pack, after all. His fingers idly play with Benji's hair, feeling the youngest wolf vibrating in place, so eager to finally have his turn with Kurt even as he has his Alpha's cock down his throat. "Think they'll leave anything for poor Benji to play with?"
Corrigan chuckles softly, the sound thick with pleasure as Benji swallows around his cock, keeping it warm. Their youngest brother won't last long, not after watching the spectacle that Kai and Leo's joint claiming has been, and when he's done, the Alpha will have their mate again. Kurt won't be left empty for long, not ever again -- though Corrigan’s second turn will be much slower, unhurried, another lesson in what their stolen little human can expect. Any moment not spent servicing the pack is a moment wasted.
"You'll make the most of what you're given, right, pup?" Corrigan teases gently, carding his fingers through Benji's hair, then tugging him up, off the cock he's been gulping around. The young wolf nods hazily, trying to keep his gaze focused on his leader, but unable to keep from looking over at the trio in the sunny grass. Kai's knotted, bucking his hips up punishingly to ensure Kurt takes every drop of his spend, and Leo's not far behind, swelling alongside his brother inside their mate.
Even then, the eager wolves don't stop toying with the young human's body, Kai's mouth finding one of their swollen nipples and biting a perfect circle of sluggishly bleeding marks around it, Leo big hand reaching around and coaxing their spent cock back to hardness. "Come one more time, little singing bird," he growls against their ear, free hand knotting in their tangled hair, wrenching their head to the side so he can lick at the claiming bites on their neck. "Come on our knots and we'll give you to Benji to finish up. You don't want him to feel left out, do you?"
"N-No, I d-don't, I don't w-want that, p-p-pleeeease," they sob, loud and wet and broken, not even sure what they're begging for anymore. For more? For mercy? Nothing hurts anymore, not even the sharp tugs to their hair or the teeth piercing their skin, and they certainly don't want the pleasure to ever end. Maybe that's what they're begging for. For this pleasure to never, ever end.
That feels more and more like their fate, as they feel Leo's knot swelling inside them, as Kai continues to fuck them so hard, even though his cock is spent inside them. Kurt will never go empty again. When one wolf is done with them, there will always be another one—or two, or three—rearing to have his way with them. They will spend the rest of their life satisfying the pack with their body, bitten and bleeding and crying and begging and coming on their knots, just as they do now, spilling hard over Leo's hand and Kai's chest, singing their pleasure in joyous cries.
Even though they're full to bursting now, barely able to hold both Kai and Leo's thick knots and their thick cocks and their thick, hot spend rounding their stomach, Kurt still wants more. They meant what they said. They don't want Benji to feel left out. He looks so sweet, kneeling before Alpha and watching them so eagerly, wide-eyed and panting and shaking with excitement. Somehow, Kurt knows they won't be satisfied until all five of them have claimed them as their mate, until their neck is collared with bites. Their new life will truly begin then. "B-Benji, please— hurry, Benji, p-please."
Usually this is where Kai or Leo -- or any of the older wolves -- would tease Benji, would take more time with Kurt and make him watch as they sob and writhe and cry out in pleasure. Perhaps in the future they will, perpetually competing to find new ways to toy with their mate, showing off to one another like any proud beast would do with such a prize. Any reservations Kurt may have about being made such a display won't last very long.
But today, this first time -- it's special, it's nearly holy, the culmination of fate and the pack's collective longing. They may tease and bicker like true brothers, but each is just as delighted by the other's pleasure as his own. And Benji holds a soft spot in each of their hearts, the youngest, the newest to the pack, just coming into his own as a true wolf.
So, after nuzzling once more at the marks he's left on Kurt's heaving chest, Kai shifts back, spent cock sliding free of their swollen, abused hole, followed by his spend leaking down their thighs. "C'mere, pup, look like you're gonna pass out," he huffs as Leo scoops Kurt up with his big hands beneath their thighs, his own cock still pulsing inside them.
Benji scowls, even as he eagerly scrambles closer, cheeks flushed, hands clumsy and eager as they reach out for Kurt. "I'm not a pup," he grumbles, elbowing at Kai as he passes, and earning himself a smack on the ass. He settles, sitting back on his heels, palms hesitantly sliding up over Kurt's rounded stomach, the bitemarks on their chest, the tears and come and saliva on their face. Leo slips free, then gently guides their mate into Benji's lap, his cock sliding easily inside their messy hole.
Benji's arms wrap around Kurt, his whole body shuddering at the hot, slick grip around his cock. He mosns and mouths at their neck, hips bucking helplessly, plunging as deep as he can again and again. "S-Sorry, you j-just...feel so g-good inside," he manages to pant out, pulling back enough to meet Kurt's eyes, his own sweetly anxious. "You're -- okay? Are you all right?" He knows his brothers would never deliberately hurt someone so precious, but having been on the receiving end of their combined attentions, he knew how overwhelming it could be.
It's only their exhaustion that keeps Kurt from reaching for Benji, letting Leo ease them into his lap, too boneless with pleasure to move on their own. Even after taking two cocks at once, the youngest wolf still feels amazing inside, their tender hole taking all of him and clenching so tight, gripping him slick and hot. They cry loudly with joy, arms looping around Benji's neck. His body feels perfect pressed against their own.
"Y-Yes," they manage, wet and shivery but bright, a shaky smile on their lips. Their teeth are a little crooked, their grin lopsided and warm. Benji is so sweet to ask them. "Yes, I— I f-feel amazing. I've never— aah—! You all feel s-so good, Benji, I've n-never felt anything like this before. I didn't know, I— I didn't know."
Their whole life, they've been lied to. About wolves, about sex, about pleasure. About what their own body can do. Feeling Benji so deep inside, his thighs slick with his brothers' come, his body pressed so close to theirs, their cock wedged between their stomachs, makes Kurt feel like they can do anything. They can do this. They can be the pack's prized mate.
Trembling with pleasure, with need for more, Kurt holds on to Benji tighter and starts moving in his lap, rising on his cock before dropping back down, over and over. They throw their head back, crying their pleasure as they ride his cock, thighs trembling, picking up speed. "F-Faster, Benji, harder, p-please! Aah— y-you feel so good! Yes, y-yes, yes!"
Corrigan had already made his choice, of course -- from the moment he'd caught Kurt's scent, seen their bright eyes and soft body and heard their blissful, needy cries. But their sweetness to Benji -- reassuring him, pushing their exhausted, weary body to please this mate as much as all the others -- just confirms once again that he'd been correct. Kurt is beautiful, pale and freckled and covered in signs of wolfish love, hair tumbling down their back, belly full of the pack's spend.
But more importantly, they can care for the lonely group of wolves, hold the six of them together with their affection and kindness, become the center of each wolf's world. A pack with a mate to protect and provide for is a stronger, more cohesive group. Corrigan suspects that with a mate like Kurt, the already-strong group will be nearly unstoppable.
They seem to be enjoying themselves too -- moaning and crying out as they ride Benji's cock, as his eager hands squeeze and grab hungrily at their body, as he thrusts up hard and fast, chasing the peak of his pleasure as only a young wolf can. Corrigan feels something settle in his chest as Benji groans thickly, teeth finding a spot on Kurt's neck, completing the ring of claiming marks as he knots them. It's finished. The pack has made Kurt theirs, irrevocably, irreversibly. Nothing can take them away now.
Nuzzling against Naseer's shoulder, the Alpha murmurs something about ensuring there are enough leftovers from the hunt last night, having the others finish preparing the cabin. Usually the pack hunts nightly, spends the midnight hours out in the wilderness -- but Kurt needs to rest, and none of them will want to be far from their mate tonight.
Then Corrigan rises, walking over to where Kurt and Benji are locked in an embrace, catching their breaths. He can see the youngest wolf's knot already going down, his seed dripping down Kurt's shaky thighs, and he strokes Benji's hair away from his face, promptingly. "Very well-done," he murmurs, nuzzling at his brother's neck, then gently scooping Kurt up, cradling them to his chest. "Go help prepare the den. Give them somewhere nice to sleep. I'll clean them up."
And yes, that involves settling Kurt's weary, shaky form in his lap and sliding his cock back inside them as soon as he enters the sunwarmed river. Corrigan can help clean his little mate while enjoying them again -- simple multitasking. "Still awake, little bird?"
Kurt just lets everything happen to them at this point. They're too lost in their own bliss to protest or participate or even notice Benji's knot leaving them, or Corrigan gathering them in his arms, or the clearing going empty with the pack bounding off to prepare for the night. The cabin hasn't been dusted in a while, or even tidied after last night's explosive confrontation—Miles' unsuccessful coup had been the latest in a string of fights caused by the lack of a mate, an outlet, a unifying purpose—and while rowdy unmated wolves may be able to tolerate the mess, it simply won't do for their tiny, fragile, cherished human mate.
So the younger wolves, invigorated with renewed purpose and a need to impress, to protect, to provide, all rush off to prepare the cabin, eager to make their den into a home. Even Naseer, not satisfied with offering his mate mere leftovers to eat, shimmers into his wolf form and darts into the woods to hunt fresh food, knowing everyone will need to refuel and gather their strength in the coming days. Not to mention celebrate.
Any new addition to a pack is cause for celebration, of course, but nothing compares to finally, finally, getting to claim a mate. It calls for a feast of fish and fowl and bushels of berries. They'll all be much too busy to hunt for a while, anyway.
It's not the pounding of retreating footsteps nor the caress of running water that stirs the weary little human back to life, but Alpha's cock sliding inside them once more, longer and thicker and harder than all the others, reaching all the way up to their fluttering soul. Kurt moans, head falling back against Corrigan's shoulder, their body shuddering with pleasure as they slowly grind their hips down into his lap. They luxuriate in the feeling of the wolf stirring up their insides, their hole so sensitive now compared to when he first entered them, soft but hungry, greedily squeezing around his cock. Even after being taken five times over, pumped full to bursting with the pack's seed, Kurt's body still instinctively tries milking more out of him. They really were born for this.
"Mmnh... Y-Yes, 'm awake," they murmur, eyes closed, their back flush against Corrigan's muscled front. Without conscious thought, they start running their trembling hands over their rounded belly, their tender puffy bitten chest, the claiming bites adorning their neck like exquisite pearls. By human standards, they must look utterly savaged. But they've never felt farther from it as they rock on Alpha's cock, as they arch into their own hands, pale skin hot and glistening in the sun with blood and sweat and tears and come and river water. Rather than savaged than stolen and brutalized, Kurt has never felt more beautiful. "Alpha... f-feels so good, Alpha... Don't e-ever want you to stop, p-please, never stop..."
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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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The claiming bites come just as Kurt shrieks with ecstasy, throwing their head back against Leo's shoulder, lost in rapturous pleasure. Being shared, taken, then claimed twice over in the same moment, is enough to make Kurt come all over themself again, wailing as they paint their torso with their own spend.
Leo doesn't hesitate to smear it messily all over his mate's shuddering chest, pulling and squeezing and rubbing insistently. The way they squeal and whimper at his touch is so endearing. If he could stay like this forever—breathless, mouth full of fragrant blood, hands abusing their swelling tender flesh, his cock wedged so tightly inside his mate, pressed right against his brother's—he would.
But Kai's hips twitch as he licks his claiming bite clean, his cock rubbing against his own, and Leo has to fight not to lose himself. They don't actually want to ruin Kurt. Though the jury's still out on whether that's even possible. Just look what their tiny virgin body has taken already today. "W-With me, Kai, like this," he instructs, pulling out as Kai pushes in, going in on Kai's out, small and gentle movements at first until they can find their rhythm.
Of course, the two of them were always in time with each other. It takes no time at all for their thrusts to sync up, their cocks reaching deeper, stretching them wider, Corrigan and Naseer's slick still inside to ease their motions. Kurt is sobbing with pleasure between them, holding on so tight, their cock still hard despite coming moments before. Leo grins, crooked and toothy at his brother, a playful if cautious challenge in his dark eyes. "Wanna see how wrecked we can make'em, Kai? You an' me? Make the little birdie sing for me, brother, c'mon, let me hear it."
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So instead he rocks his hips up hard, grinding forward against Leo, pressing close enough that he can feel Kurt's heart rocketing through their ribs, in time with his. "You know better'n anyone how good I can wreck someone, Leo," he growls, suddenly pulling the sobbing, shuddering human away, feeling the slick gush down their thighs as his brother's cock slides free. Kai's still inside, stays there as he moves onto his back, settling Kurt over his hips, guiding their shaky hands to brace on his chest before he drops them onto his cock fully, sheathed to the hilt, hips smacking against their ass.
A couple more thrusts, bouncing Kurt on his cock, then Kai grips their come-streaked cheeks and spreads them wide, grinning up at Leo. "C'mon, big wolf, get on top. Just this once. Help me make our little bird wail." His big hands dig into Kurt's pale, freckled flesh, hard enough to bruise, making him vaguely wish that he'd put his claiming bite right on their plush ass instead. But Leo's already moving forward, guiding his cock through the mess of come and up against Kai's, then sliding inside Kurt again, making both wolves all but purr in satisfaction. The angle is deep, Kai never moving more than a couple inches out of the young human, Leo staying just as deep, both of them grinding together for a long, punishing moment.
Then, like they'd both silently decided it, both cocks slide free, almost entirely, then thrust back in hard and quick and deep.
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Kurt had never in their life thought pleasure like this possible. The wolf brothers plow into them, both at the same time, so fast, so deep, so hard, and what should be killing them just has them screaming in ecstasy. There's nothing they can do but hold on for dear life and let Kai and Leo ravage their body, arms shaking with the effort to hold themself upright. Eventually, they just give up trying, collapsing against Kai's chest with a wet little noise while the wolves continue fucking their brains out, never once stopping.
"Yes, p-please, please, please!" they cry, mindless and unseeing, unable to form other words, other thoughts. Their little mate is entirely consumed with desire, with the need to be mated, taken, claimed by the pack—all at once, if they must. It is the greatest pleasure they've ever known, the greatest joy, and they never want to be without this again for as long as they live.
Naseer watches the show, amused where he's sitting, curled up against Corrigan's side. "They really are trying to wreck them," he purrs to his Alpha, knowing the younger wolves wouldn't dare actually break their mate. With how much of their spend Kurt has already taken, how many claiming bites they've gained, their body already changing from it all, it would take true malice to actually hurt them at this point. They were born for this, for the pack, after all. His fingers idly play with Benji's hair, feeling the youngest wolf vibrating in place, so eager to finally have his turn with Kurt even as he has his Alpha's cock down his throat. "Think they'll leave anything for poor Benji to play with?"
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"You'll make the most of what you're given, right, pup?" Corrigan teases gently, carding his fingers through Benji's hair, then tugging him up, off the cock he's been gulping around. The young wolf nods hazily, trying to keep his gaze focused on his leader, but unable to keep from looking over at the trio in the sunny grass. Kai's knotted, bucking his hips up punishingly to ensure Kurt takes every drop of his spend, and Leo's not far behind, swelling alongside his brother inside their mate.
Even then, the eager wolves don't stop toying with the young human's body, Kai's mouth finding one of their swollen nipples and biting a perfect circle of sluggishly bleeding marks around it, Leo big hand reaching around and coaxing their spent cock back to hardness. "Come one more time, little singing bird," he growls against their ear, free hand knotting in their tangled hair, wrenching their head to the side so he can lick at the claiming bites on their neck. "Come on our knots and we'll give you to Benji to finish up. You don't want him to feel left out, do you?"
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That feels more and more like their fate, as they feel Leo's knot swelling inside them, as Kai continues to fuck them so hard, even though his cock is spent inside them. Kurt will never go empty again. When one wolf is done with them, there will always be another one—or two, or three—rearing to have his way with them. They will spend the rest of their life satisfying the pack with their body, bitten and bleeding and crying and begging and coming on their knots, just as they do now, spilling hard over Leo's hand and Kai's chest, singing their pleasure in joyous cries.
Even though they're full to bursting now, barely able to hold both Kai and Leo's thick knots and their thick cocks and their thick, hot spend rounding their stomach, Kurt still wants more. They meant what they said. They don't want Benji to feel left out. He looks so sweet, kneeling before Alpha and watching them so eagerly, wide-eyed and panting and shaking with excitement. Somehow, Kurt knows they won't be satisfied until all five of them have claimed them as their mate, until their neck is collared with bites. Their new life will truly begin then. "B-Benji, please— hurry, Benji, p-please."
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But today, this first time -- it's special, it's nearly holy, the culmination of fate and the pack's collective longing. They may tease and bicker like true brothers, but each is just as delighted by the other's pleasure as his own. And Benji holds a soft spot in each of their hearts, the youngest, the newest to the pack, just coming into his own as a true wolf.
So, after nuzzling once more at the marks he's left on Kurt's heaving chest, Kai shifts back, spent cock sliding free of their swollen, abused hole, followed by his spend leaking down their thighs. "C'mere, pup, look like you're gonna pass out," he huffs as Leo scoops Kurt up with his big hands beneath their thighs, his own cock still pulsing inside them.
Benji scowls, even as he eagerly scrambles closer, cheeks flushed, hands clumsy and eager as they reach out for Kurt. "I'm not a pup," he grumbles, elbowing at Kai as he passes, and earning himself a smack on the ass. He settles, sitting back on his heels, palms hesitantly sliding up over Kurt's rounded stomach, the bitemarks on their chest, the tears and come and saliva on their face. Leo slips free, then gently guides their mate into Benji's lap, his cock sliding easily inside their messy hole.
Benji's arms wrap around Kurt, his whole body shuddering at the hot, slick grip around his cock. He mosns and mouths at their neck, hips bucking helplessly, plunging as deep as he can again and again. "S-Sorry, you j-just...feel so g-good inside," he manages to pant out, pulling back enough to meet Kurt's eyes, his own sweetly anxious. "You're -- okay? Are you all right?" He knows his brothers would never deliberately hurt someone so precious, but having been on the receiving end of their combined attentions, he knew how overwhelming it could be.
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"Y-Yes," they manage, wet and shivery but bright, a shaky smile on their lips. Their teeth are a little crooked, their grin lopsided and warm. Benji is so sweet to ask them. "Yes, I— I f-feel amazing. I've never— aah—! You all feel s-so good, Benji, I've n-never felt anything like this before. I didn't know, I— I didn't know."
Their whole life, they've been lied to. About wolves, about sex, about pleasure. About what their own body can do. Feeling Benji so deep inside, his thighs slick with his brothers' come, his body pressed so close to theirs, their cock wedged between their stomachs, makes Kurt feel like they can do anything. They can do this. They can be the pack's prized mate.
Trembling with pleasure, with need for more, Kurt holds on to Benji tighter and starts moving in his lap, rising on his cock before dropping back down, over and over. They throw their head back, crying their pleasure as they ride his cock, thighs trembling, picking up speed. "F-Faster, Benji, harder, p-please! Aah— y-you feel so good! Yes, y-yes, yes!"
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But more importantly, they can care for the lonely group of wolves, hold the six of them together with their affection and kindness, become the center of each wolf's world. A pack with a mate to protect and provide for is a stronger, more cohesive group. Corrigan suspects that with a mate like Kurt, the already-strong group will be nearly unstoppable.
They seem to be enjoying themselves too -- moaning and crying out as they ride Benji's cock, as his eager hands squeeze and grab hungrily at their body, as he thrusts up hard and fast, chasing the peak of his pleasure as only a young wolf can. Corrigan feels something settle in his chest as Benji groans thickly, teeth finding a spot on Kurt's neck, completing the ring of claiming marks as he knots them. It's finished. The pack has made Kurt theirs, irrevocably, irreversibly. Nothing can take them away now.
Nuzzling against Naseer's shoulder, the Alpha murmurs something about ensuring there are enough leftovers from the hunt last night, having the others finish preparing the cabin. Usually the pack hunts nightly, spends the midnight hours out in the wilderness -- but Kurt needs to rest, and none of them will want to be far from their mate tonight.
Then Corrigan rises, walking over to where Kurt and Benji are locked in an embrace, catching their breaths. He can see the youngest wolf's knot already going down, his seed dripping down Kurt's shaky thighs, and he strokes Benji's hair away from his face, promptingly. "Very well-done," he murmurs, nuzzling at his brother's neck, then gently scooping Kurt up, cradling them to his chest. "Go help prepare the den. Give them somewhere nice to sleep. I'll clean them up."
And yes, that involves settling Kurt's weary, shaky form in his lap and sliding his cock back inside them as soon as he enters the sunwarmed river. Corrigan can help clean his little mate while enjoying them again -- simple multitasking. "Still awake, little bird?"
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So the younger wolves, invigorated with renewed purpose and a need to impress, to protect, to provide, all rush off to prepare the cabin, eager to make their den into a home. Even Naseer, not satisfied with offering his mate mere leftovers to eat, shimmers into his wolf form and darts into the woods to hunt fresh food, knowing everyone will need to refuel and gather their strength in the coming days. Not to mention celebrate.
Any new addition to a pack is cause for celebration, of course, but nothing compares to finally, finally, getting to claim a mate. It calls for a feast of fish and fowl and bushels of berries. They'll all be much too busy to hunt for a while, anyway.
It's not the pounding of retreating footsteps nor the caress of running water that stirs the weary little human back to life, but Alpha's cock sliding inside them once more, longer and thicker and harder than all the others, reaching all the way up to their fluttering soul. Kurt moans, head falling back against Corrigan's shoulder, their body shuddering with pleasure as they slowly grind their hips down into his lap. They luxuriate in the feeling of the wolf stirring up their insides, their hole so sensitive now compared to when he first entered them, soft but hungry, greedily squeezing around his cock. Even after being taken five times over, pumped full to bursting with the pack's seed, Kurt's body still instinctively tries milking more out of him. They really were born for this.
"Mmnh... Y-Yes, 'm awake," they murmur, eyes closed, their back flush against Corrigan's muscled front. Without conscious thought, they start running their trembling hands over their rounded belly, their tender puffy bitten chest, the claiming bites adorning their neck like exquisite pearls. By human standards, they must look utterly savaged. But they've never felt farther from it as they rock on Alpha's cock, as they arch into their own hands, pale skin hot and glistening in the sun with blood and sweat and tears and come and river water. Rather than savaged than stolen and brutalized, Kurt has never felt more beautiful. "Alpha... f-feels so good, Alpha... Don't e-ever want you to stop, p-please, never stop..."
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