"I've got you, love, you're all right," Corrigan murmurs, glancing sideways towards Naseer, the most medically-inclined of the pack. Kurt's always been sensitive, and admittedly their body's changed under the focused attentions of the wolves. But if anything their stamina has increased, not their sensitivity -- it's normal now for them to take much rougher treatment and beg for more, instead of a break.
But Corrigan can feel how tender their chest is now, how their whole body shudders in almost-pain when he circles the tip of his thumb around the swollen bud of their nipple. He's barely begun, and his mate is squirming like he's been toying with them for hours. That definitely isn't typical.
Hope and concern and protective ferocity are pulsing through the link, less a coherent thought than a fervent tangle of emotions. It's real, it's happening, it must be, and the pack reacts with wordless joy -- all except for Benji.
Sweet Benji, ever the clumsy one, puts his foot in his mouth by scrambling out of the water and suggesting cheerfully: "Maybe you're finally pregnant!"
...not. Exactly how Corrigan would've handled things.
Their loud, stuttery reaction definitely isn't typical of them. If it really is happening, then it's much too early on for Naseer to confidently tell. He certainly can't smell anything on them. But maybe this is a sign that their body is finally ready, finally changed enough to comfortably carry and deliver their children, and that hope soars through the Beta as he sits up, petting Leo behind the ears. It's finally happening.
The sudden incredulous look on Kurt's face at Benji's excited words is a little chip in that hope, proving it more brittle than first assumed.
"B-Benji, love, that's— aaah, Alpha, yes, right th-there... Benji, b-baby, that's ridiculous," they manage, glancing over their shoulder at the pup with their eyebrows quirked. They don't like belittling Benji the way his brothers do, having become so protective of him, even when he bumbles around like an overgrown puppy. But this? This is just silly. Even having their sensitive body toyed with, feeling their cock already hardening against Corrigan's stomach, Kurt can't help but giggle, wholly unconvinced.
"I can't g-get pregnant, honey. Only girls c-can have b-babies."
Corrigan should be able to feel the full weight of his Beta's bewildered stare on his skin, the accusing tone of his first and only thought cutting straight through the pack link, aimed directly at him: You mean you haven't told them yet?!
The way the entire pack's attention swivels towards Corrigan would be funny -- even wolf!Leo tilts his head to one side, ears pricked up in bewilderment -- if it weren't for the accusation laced through the link. Or for how genuinely Kurt seems to believe their own words. It's enough to cut Corrigan’s seductive teasing off entirely, prompting him to sit up straighter and frown down at his mate.
"Love, you know we aren't -- we don't do things like humans do." Despite his bewilderment, Corrigan is careful to school his expression into something gentle, mindful of how hypervigilant Kurt is about making the pack upset. And they aren't -- or, rather, they're bewildered that their Alpha apparently hadn't explained one of the biggest aspects of bring a werewolf pack's mate.
The thing is, Corrigan is under the genuine impression he had. More or less. Kurt had arrived with very set ideas of what tasks belonged to which types of people, and had gotten very fretful when one of "the men" did "women's work". Corrigan had explained then that wolves didn't bother with all that stuff. If there was work to be done, everyone assisted. If they chose to wear clothes, they wore what pleased them best. If they enjoyed one another, the physical act of giving or receiving -- who bent over and who mounted -- was determined mostly by whim.
However, there's a pretty big leap from "gender roles don't apply here" to "being part of this pack will physically change your body to be able to carry pups". Corrigan realizes this now, hands settling on Kurt's hips, trying to keep his voice gentle -- and ignore his Beta's flat glare from across the grass. "My darling, did you really -- have no idea? I know I've mentioned it. Haven't I?"
He has. In the heat of passion, growling it against Kurt's neck, as his knot swells inside them, promising to fill them, breed them and so on. Not exactly the most clear-headed moment.
Kurt whines pitifully as Corrigan's touch falls away, not picking up on the shift in mood, too upset that Alpha isn't playing with their nipples anymore to notice. Besides, Benji's suggestion is just so ludicrous, so completely off the wall random and silly, the last thing on Kurt's mind is the thought that any of the wolves are taking it seriously.
So it's fair to say that Corrigan's words are a complete shock to their system. They frown up at him, disbelieving, trying to fight down the blush and arousal so they can really process what he's asking them—which in itself is a tall order.
"Wh-What are you talking about, Alpha? Mentioned what?" The little human's gaze goes from one of their mates to the next, confusion plainly written on their blushing face. They're all staring at them. "Wait, you... y-you don't actually believe I can get pregnant, d-do you?"
Just the very thought is absurd. Sure, with the wolves it doesn't matter if you're man or woman or somewhere inbetween or something entirely different, everyone are equal and can do as they please, not chained to what's decided by society. That's great! Exactly what Kurt always wanted! But that doesn't change the surely immutable laws of nature! When Alpha would growl about breeding them, they definitely didn't think he meant it literally. Is this another species divide, like the transformation and the pack link? Can true werewolf mates actually fall pregnant..?
"I can't. I-It's impossible, I don't have the... parts..."
Unconsciously, the pack draws closer, the energy shifting to one of bewilderment. There've been multiple times where Kurt's beliefs or experiences have left their mates baffled -- that's normal. Just the adjustment of going from human to wolf.
But this is a fundamental part of a pack. The chosen mate cares for and keeps the others together, is the center of their world, rules over the den and carries and cares for pups. In bigger packs, yes, it's common for the role to belong to several individuals, either simultaneously or in succession. And some choose never to have children, preferring to grow the pack by taking in loners and orphans.
But that doesn't mean it's impossible. There are herbs to suppress pregnancy, but the potential is always there. That's known.
Kurt expresses their confusion, refers to their body, and Corrigan is quick to smooth his hands up and down their back. "Everything about you is right, love. Being our mate means -- changes can come. Being with us, around us, these things always happen, regardless of what...parts are there at the beginning."
Kai speaks up then, softly, reaching out to stroke back Kurt's hair and prompt them to look back at him. "Is that somethin' you -- don't want, baby?"
It's a heavy question, and one Corrigan himself should've asked. He shouldn't have assumed. He should've made sure .
That can't be right. There's no way. Bodies can't just change like that, there's no treatment or medicine in the world that could change the unchangeable! Kurt is missing very pivotal organs needed for a pregnancy! You can't just grow new organs, how is that even possible?!
But then again... they have changed a lot ever since coming here. Their body can take so much more than they ever thought possible. Their wounds heal faster now, their senses have improved, and they can feel their mates' emotions like they were their own. All things that seemed impossible when they were trapped within humanity.
Could it really be possible..?
Kai's hand is cold and wet from the water as he touches them. But it's not his touch that makes them shiver. If it was really possible, would they want to have babies? Kurt frowns, thinking. In truth, they've always wanted children, but gradually had to settle on the fact that no woman would ever want someone like them. Certainly not to father her children, raise them, provide for them. But if they could truly cut out that step...
Instinctively, they cup their stomach with a small pale hand. Their heart is racing, pulse spiking at the thought that they could actually be pregnant. "I... I mean, if I could, b-but..." Kurt blushes.
There's a cumulative sense of relief -- if Kurt had said no, none of them would've argued or questioned, of course, thst would've been the end of it. But the potential of pups -- their own, to protect and nurture and watch grow, carried and raised by their beautiful little mate -- had been a deep-held hope for the pack since Kurt had joined them.
Corrigan especially exhales in relief, cradling Kurt's face in his hands and kissing their cheeks, their nose, their lips. "I should've explained sooner, my love. I'm sorry. I forget there's so much more possible for you now."
Kai slides his river-chilled hands around to resume teasing at the little human's swollen, puffy nipples, kissing the back of their neck and murmuring: "You really think there's anything Alpha can't do? You're gonna end up with twins, he's so damn determined."
Benji steps up next, covering Kurt's hand over their belly and nuzzling against their shoulder, an echo of Leo's hot wolfish tongue on their other side. Corrigan glances over at Naseer, beckons him closer, one hand going into his Beta's soft curls. "Help me get our mate ready, love? I think taking a few knots would soothe some of those aches and pains..."
They're about to quip that this is a pretty major thing to just forget, but it's swiftly forgotten as soon as Kai's cold hands find their nipples again. Every thought in their head seems to disappear. Kurt squeaks loudly, squirming in Alpha's lap, arching their chest into his teasing touch. "K-Kai—! Hah, p-please— I'm so s-sensitive," they whine, shuddering under the combined attentions of all their mates.
It makes their heart soar, feeling the love and affection from everyone, on their skin and through the link. They're all so happy. The thought of raising a family with their loving, doting mates only makes them more sure.
If it really is possible... then this is what they want.
Naseer rumbles something happy and playful at Corrigan's command, the words drowned out by Kurt's needy moans. They're only able to pay attention once he shoos Kai to the side, one of his big hands pressing between their shoulder blades, the other squeezing their ass. "Bend over, little dove," he says, easing them up on their knees, into a position that's become familiar over time. "You heard your determined Alpha."
Whining softly, Kurt settles against Corrigan's chest, their lips seeking his. They pour all their love and gratitude and wanting into a deep kiss, just as Naseer's hot, wet tongue finds their hole. Just that first touch has them keening into Alpha's mouth.
Part of Corrigan wants to keep his eyes open, wants to watch the delicious way Kurt falls apart under the intense, focused attentions of Naseer's truly talented tongue. The other part just wants to lose himself in the sweet urgency of that kiss, delight in the fact that there's no need to delay or wait or deny themselves. Patience is not a wolfpack's best trait, after all, each of them inclined much more to hedonism than self-denial.
Understandable, really, considering how wonderful it feels to indulge. Leo and Benji are doing just that, the former gliding his long, hot tongue over Kurt's shoulder, their neck, then ducking down to shove his big head between his Alpha and mate, so that slick heat is focused on the small human's tender chest. They've been cautious so far about participating in anything intimate while in wolf form, but Kurt knows them now, can tell each one apart, easily curls up naked with the whole furry pack.
So Leo nuzzles and nibbles and laps at their swollen nipples, in time with Naseer opening them up slowly, like it's some sort of race. Kai, his place usurped, settles for pressing one big hand down on Kurt's lower back, guiding them to lift their hips and present for the Beta. His free hand helps spread them wide for Naseer's mouth, fingers digging into their plush, freckled flesh, mouth finding their shoulder and nipping at it to make them squeal more.
Corrigan stays put for the moment, kissing Kurt between their sobbing moans, swallowing up the sounds, twining his tongue with theirs, then pulling back to kiss away their overstimulated tears. "Tell me when you're ready, little one," he murmurs, watching his mate shudder and squirm under the intense pleasure. "Tell me when Naseer has you ready for my knot. When you're ready to be bred."
It very quickly becomes clear just how sensitive they've become all over. Leo greedily laps at their nipples without even transforming back, leaving the little human squirming and sobbing with pleasure. The others keep toying with them, squeezing and stroking and groping their body, making them feel like they're on fire, the wolves relentless in their teasing.
And Naseer. They can feel every inch of his tongue languidly playing with their hole, tracing the rim, snaking inside, licking and thrusting and pulsing until they're a shuddering mess on top of their Alpha. He's not as noisy as the younger wolves, but he makes no secret of how much he's enjoying himself, moaning at the taste of them, how their flesh clenches and surrenders to him.
"A-Alpha—! Everyone, I'm— aah, please, p-please—!" they babble, sobbing atop Corrigan, tears trickling down their cheeks from the onslaught of pleasure. One of Benji's roaming hands slips around their stomach, fingers grazing their cock, and they come all over Alpha's chest with a bewildered cry of ecstasy. They're so much more sensitive now! Usually they last way longer!
It doesn't matter much, of course, because they've only just gotten started. Their body hungers for a knot, all of their knots, a sensation which finally makes sense to them. It's not just being filled, it's not just the intimate connection. Their body yearns to be bred. They get it now. "N-Now, Alpha, now! Please, n-need your knot inside, p-please! Breed me!"
Truly, the main reason Corrigan should've explained this all sooner is because he was missing out on hearing Kurt shamelessly beg to be bred. Every sound they make is perfect, flawless, but those words specifically light a ferocious fire within the Alpha.
Releasing his grip on his needy, pleading mate, Corrigan moves away, rising up on his knees and dragging his hand through the mess of come on his stomach, coating his fingers. "Enough, Naseer," he says, slick fingers moving to curl around his hardening cock, sliding free of his sheath. "They're ready."
Benji is already moving to crawl into Naseer's lap, eager to offer himself as a consolation prize, since Corrigan’s apparently going to fully occupy Kurt for a while. There's no jealousy, just an eagerness to witness, to watch their leader breed their mate. Once Corrigan’s done, they'll all get a turn, just like that first night.
But for now, its all Corrigan, his eyes dark, hand moving slowly up and down his huge cock, teasing himself as much as his pack. "Show me," he commands, voice low and resonant with Alpha authority. "Hands and knees, ass up. You know how, Kurt. Show me how good, greedy little mates get fucked."
Kurt truly pities their former self in moments like these. They used to feel so much shame, burdened by guilt and self-loathing so profound it was a wonder they ever functioned. Their body, their voice, their presentation, their wishes and desires, they were all wrong. For years, they let their life be dictated by what others deemed correct, and were punished when they couldn't conform.
All of that is gone now. Now, when Alpha darkly commands them to present for him, to show him and the whole pack how eager and greedy they are to get fucked, Kurt feels no shame. They obey him right away, getting on their hands and knees and tipping their hips up, exposing everything. Still shaking from coming so hard, they whine impatiently into the warm grass, loathing every second they remain empty.
"P-Please—!" Kurt sobs, unable to tear their eyes off Corrigan's thick cock, slick and gripped between strong fingers coated in their own spend. They can hear Benji already moaning right next to them, Naseer wasting no time in fucking the young pup hard and fast, clearly just as affected by Kurt's plea as their Alpha had been.
The sounds of Benji enjoying himself just make Kurt that much more impatient, arching their back more, chest almost touching the grass, a desperate clip to their voice as they beg, "Alpha, p-please, now! I-It's not fair, please, I w-want your knot, I wanna be bred! Hurry!"
In normal everyday life, Kurt still tends towards deferential and submissive, especially towards Corrigan. They've slowly become comfortable with being bossy or sassy to the rest of the pack (especially Leo and Kai), but there's still a note of caution whenever they get playful with the Alpha. It's less every day, and Corrigan knows they're still healing from the cruelty of their youth.
But when Kurt's turned on like this -- shuddering and heated and thrumming with pleasure, very nearly in heat like a true wolf -- there's no shy timidity whatsoever. They always shamelessly plead for more, harder, deeper, faster, heedless of who may hear, uncaring that they're out in the open. When the pack's mate needs to be fucked, they need it immediately.
So of course Corrigan doesn't tease too much. Just a little, moving closer, close enough to rise predatory and dominating behind his little mate, one hand curling around their hip to tug them back, the other guiding his cock to glide teasingly over their sensitive, well-worked hole. "So needy," he murmurs, still teasing, tracing the shivery twitch of Kurt's entrance, but not letting them push back to take his cock inside. "So beautiful when you beg. So ready for my knot."
Another few teasing drags of his cock, then the Alpha finally guides it past the clenching, shivering muscle, pressing deep inside his mate in one smooth motion. "Perfect."
"Mean! Y-You're being a t-tease!" Kurt writhes against Corrigan's firm hand, fighting the grip he has on them, preventing them from pushing backwards onto his dick right away. It's not fair! Doesn't he want to breed them? Why is he teasing them so badly?!
Of course, it only makes it more enjoyable when he finally pushes all the way inside, making the human cry with pleasure into the warm summer air, eyes going hazy right away. They can feel his thick cock all the way in their stomach, knowing from experience that it's distending to fit him all, bulging and visible to everyone. They love all their mates, they love being fucked by them, each and every one, but still.
No one fucks them like Alpha.
"M-More," they almost snarl, fingers clenching into the grass, hips shaking with effort as they try pushing back against his grip. They use their full body weight, bracing against the ground as they shove back against him, needing to feel Alpha absolutely rail them. It could be their newfound sensitivity, or pregnancy hormones, or maybe they just want to carry his pups that badly. Whatever the reason, they won't rest until they're left sore and dripping with Corrigan's spend. "More, m-more, c'mon, Alpha—! Hurry up a-and fuck me!"
Part of Corrigan is conscious of the pack watching, in an echo of that first claiming, all those weeks ago. Benji's gone still in Naseer's lap, eyes hazy as they fix adoringly on his Alpha and mate, rocking his hips slightly, but much more focused on watching. Leo is human-shaped again, cuddled up to Kai, both of them caressing and touching one another to the sight of Kurt being bred.
But much, much more of his mind is entirely focused on how Kurt growls and demands that he fuck them, face flushed, eyes hazy with pleasure, hair tumbling wildly over their shoulders. Such a far cry from the innocent, blushing lost lamb they'd been the first time he'd fucked them.
"Look at you," the Alpha almost purrs, one hand gathering up Kurt's loose wavy hair, tugging them back hard and thrusting forward until he bottoms out inside them. He repeats the motions, a deep, punishing plunge followed by a slow, teasing glide free. "My ferocious little wolf. How could I deny you anything?"
He could, and he has, but not now. Now, Corrigan surrenders to the perfect slick grip of Kurt's body, the way they cry out every time he drives his cock inside them, the thrill of his pack watching. He moves quicker, deeper, more frenetic, until the hand knotted in his mate's hair is solely to keep them still as he mercilessly fucks them just the way they'd demanded.
His words echo in their mind as Corrigan gives them exactly what they demanded, fucking them just as hard and deep as they like it. They really are more wolf than human now. That's what it feels like, at least, when they're with their mates. There's no shame in how loudly they cry their pleasure, how they buck their body back against Corrigan's, how they let more of those filthy demands tumble past their lips while everyone watches, "yes, yes, f-fuck me, feels so good, faster, harder, Alpha, m-more, more!"
It's no wonder they never fit in with humanity. Every day that passes, they shed more of that shame, that fear, happy to be naked and disheveled and freshly fucked every waking moment. Desire becomes them. Kurt could never be this free, this happy with humans.
The thought that they'll get to spend the rest of their life like this, feeling their mates cocks pounding into them with savage need, filling them close to bursting every time, leaving them heavy with their pups one after another... Nothing has ever made them so deliriously happy.
Corrigan was right. They really were born for this. To be their treasured mate, their ferocious little wolf for life. "Alpha—! Yes! F-Fuck! Yes! C-Corrigan!" they wail as they come again, already, shuddering and clamping down on his cock still mercilessly pummeling their little body. They know Alpha can go for hours. Who knows how many times they'll come on his cock before he finally knots them, breeds them, just like he promised?
The answer, it turns out, is three. True, Kurt crying out his name -- another slip in their carefully-polite persona, begging him by name instead of title -- almost pushes Corrigan over the edge, almost prompts him to surrender to the hot rush of pleasure it brings. The sensation is felt throughout the link, an echoing reverberation of Kurt's bliss and the Alpha’s delight -- more than enough to have Benji shuddering and coming untouched in Naseer's lap.
But Corrigan holds back, grits his teeth and digs his fingers into Kurt's hips, painting bright red marks into their soft, pale skin. He rides through the shuddering waves of his little mate's climax, enjoying the massaging clutch of their body around his pulsing cock. Then he pulls free, breathing harshly, eyes nearly black with desire, and easily flips Kurt onto their back in the flattened grass.
Beyond words now, Corrigan moves over his mate, catches their mouth with his and kissing them slow and deeply, growling hungrily between kisses. His teeth catch Kurt's lower lip, filling their joined mouths with the bright taste of blood, prompting a low, pleased purr from the Alpha. His body moves, sliding back inside Kurt easily and resuming the quick, deep thrusts. Come again, he commands, wordless and resonant through the link, through every movement, every rumbling snarl and ferocious pulse of his cock. Come again, for me, come for your Alpha...
As much as Kurt loves getting mounted and pounded like a real wolf—they've hinted that they want to try taking their mates while fully transformed, but has been met with blanket denial each time, too dangerous, need to be careful—they still like this position the best. On their back, facing their mate, chest to chest, bent nearly in half so they can feel just how deep they're getting fucked. Like this, they can wrap their arms around his neck, pull him in for a wet, messy kiss, lock their ankles behind him and urge him even deeper inside.
The pain doesn't scare them anymore, nor the taste of blood flooding their mouth, eliciting sharp whimpers from the overstimulated human. If anything, it's nostalgic, the shock of pain bringing them back to that first time, to being claimed as his. They don't let Corrigan pull away for even a moment, arms and legs wrapped tightly around him as they kiss, blood-slicked tongues tangling amidst their needy cries.
His command rings through the pack link, and they have no choice but to obey, coming again with a shuddering wail of ecstasy, making a mess of both their chests. Kurt can feel everyone's pleasure alongside their own, the strongest sensation they've ever felt through the link, compounding their own pleasure. They can feel Benji's twitchy overstimulation, Naseer's ever-languid thrusts deep inside him, Kai barely holding it together as Leo chokes down his cock.
They can feel their Alpha, losing himself in their body, in the vice-like clench around his cock, in the taste of their blood and desire on his teeth. It makes them feel so good. They're gonna come again at this rate. "P-Please!" they sob, nails digging into his shoulders, ankles locking tight behind him. "B-Breed me, Alpha, need— n-need it, please, I b-beg you, come inside, please! I can't t-take it! Need your c-come! Fill me! Please!!"
At this rate, with Kurt three climaxes in and still begging him for more, Corrigan might reconsider the firm ban on them coupling with any of the wolf forms -- the pack gets needy and insatiable around the full moon, and the risk of them being too rough or too intense has kept him from allowing this in the past. But considering how well Kurt's taking him -- his cock, his relentless pounding, his near-feral focus, not to mention the overwhelming rush of pleasure flooding them through the pack link -- the Alpha may need to reconsider.
But later. Now he has his beautiful mate beneath him, blood-smeared and bright-eyed and sobbing with pleasure, their small hands clawing at Corrigan's rippling muscles and their sweet voice begging him to breed them. Now there's nothing but them, but Kurt, his beloved, his delight and joy, his soul and their wholehearted acceptance of everything that it means to take his knot, his seed.
The snarl that escapes the Alpha's throat is resonant and all-encompassing as thunder, as he slams his hips forward once, twice, the thick girth of his knot swelling and plunging inside Kurt's tight little body. When he comes, it's with a moaning cry of his mate's name, clutching them closer as he spills inside, pulsing his body down as if trying to push his spend deeper, feeling their belly swell against his. It's like the first time. It's better than the first time.
They don't come again, not so soon after, but they might as well have. Corrigan's pleasure, his devotion and joy and love is so explosive, felt through the link and the way he clutches them when he comes inside, that the sensations may well be Kurt's own. He completely loses himself in their body, and the bliss that follows is rapturous.
Kurt clings to him, panting and whimpering, mouth dripping with their own blood. They can feel their stomach swelling, filling the space between their bodies, as it has so many times before. But it's different now. Now, they fully understand what may follow. Now, they fully anticipate it.
They want it.
"A-Alpha," they moan, heels still digging into his back, refusing to let him go—not like he could pull away just yet, his knot too swollen, firmly locked inside. One of their trembling hands cup their stomach, all rounded and distended with his spend. It feels right. They laugh, breathy and shaky, looking down at themself, fully seeing their own body in this new light. It makes their heart swell in their chest. "I-Is this what I'll look like, Alpha? Carrying your b-baby?"
Corrigan's response is more a growl than words, his whole body shuddering with pleasure he didn't even know was possible. Kurt's always felt incredible, their fragile human body so delightful and mystifying and beautiful, but now that they know, they understand what they can do, what they can help create -- now that he can feel their desire flowing through the link between their souls, their need to have him breed them, the already-wonderful act is somehow heightened, intensified. The Alpha can't even form words, just a silent rush of adoration, of something akin to worship as he glides his tongue over the blood dripping down Kurt's chin, as one clawed hand strokes their cheek, as he rests his forehead to theirs.
The answer is yes, of course, and eventually Corrigan will remember how to weave seductive, filthy words the way only he can. He'll tease his mate gently about how eager they are to get knocked up, to carry his pups, he'll re-learn the delicate sensitivity of their body again and again. He'll share too, of course, even now feeling the rest of the pack draw closer, wanting to be present in this moment. Corrigan's possessiveness of Kurt only extends to those not within his family, any outside forces who wouldn't -- couldn't understand this. How beautiful it is. How rare and precious and divine.
The grass is cool, damp, but Corrigan doesn't let Kurt feel it, cradles them close to him with one arm, seated on his knot, which pulses and pumps inside them, feels the rounded weight of their stomach against his own. He finds his mark on their throat and finally manages to speak against it: "Yes. Yes, just like this. Just like this."
Just like this. Kurt laughs again, quiet and wet in the tiny space between them. They never thought hearing something like that would make them feel so happy. Their fingers spread out over their stomach, thumb caressing the swelling, and they allow themself this time before Alpha's knot goes down to daydream. They'll look just like this, all the time, their hair braided and their skin glowing and their pack doting on them every hour of the day. They imagine kids—their kids—running circles around them all, as rambunctious and free as the pack, laughing loudly as they play.
Kurt wants that life. They want to be surrounded by their loving mates and their gorgeous pups, ones that look like each of them, all with Kurt's eyes or nose or lopsided smile. More than anything, they want their children to grow up free, never knowing the fear that they themself was subjected to.
They know that's the life they'll have. All of them. They don't even realize they're crying before Benji's shaky hand is on their cheek, wiping the tears away. "A-Are you okay?"
"Yes," they hurry to say, sniffling, looking around to see the whole pack gathered around them. Kurt beams at them all. "I'm j-just so happy. I can't wait to get p-pregnant." It still sounds funny coming out of their mouth, but it just makes them smile all the brighter, embracing their Alpha tightly. No matter what, they're having his babies first. Of course, that doesn't mean the others don't get to contribute. With another soft sniffle, Kurt looks around again, wiggling their hips in Corrigan's lap, around his throbbing cock. "Wh-Who's next?"
Corrigan can feel, on some level, that it's been enough -- that this first breeding, with Kurt begging for his pups, with them wholly aware of all the aspects of their new role, had been all that'd be needed. His seed is warm in their belly, and the pack will soon be able to see all the changes that pregnancy would cause in their little mate. Kurt's carrying his baby.
But it definitely doesn't stop him from trying again. And again. And again, his instincts sensing how ready his sweet little human was to have his pups, compelling him to spend as much time as possible knotted inside them. The pack usually takes turns with Kurt, enjoying their insatiable mate's delightful, delicate body, but for the next several days, Corrigan exerts his Alpha role to occupy most of Kurt's time. His brothers understand -- breeding is a full time job -- but eventually convince the Alpha to join the next hunt. Let his wolf side run free for a bit.
Benji is given guard duties, having insisted upon it, eager to prove himself a good protector for Kurt. He stretches out in the sun, wolf-formed, his chin resting on his mate's thigh, ears pricked for any sounds. Being a wolf intensifies the youngest brother's keen senses, making sure he can tell the difference between the return of the pack and any potential threats.
But it also makes him more... easily distracted. A rustle in the bushes has Benji lifting his head, hackles rising at the unfamiliar scent. A low growl rumbles in his chest, eyes narrowing, ready to fight for his mate if need be.
Breeding is a full time job. And while Kurt is both delighted and fulfilled by the work, they're also left exhausted. Every inch of them is pummeled raw, to the point where they have gone through a whole jar of nettle salve ever since Alpha started seriously trying to get them pregnant.
It feels like it's worked though. Kurt can't be sure, not yet, but it really feels like his seed has taken. As they lay in the grass with their youngest mate, one hand at his nape and the other cupping their own stomach, the aches and pains of burgeoning pregnancy doesn't even register over the sheer bliss. They'll start showing soon. They can't wait.
In the combined warmth of the sun and their joy, Kurt has almost fallen asleep when Benji suddenly perks up, startled by something the human can't hear. "Mmmn... musta dozed off. What's happening, sweet-bee?" They scratch behind his ear, rubbing sleep from their eyes. It's only then they notice him growling. "Wait, wh-what's wrong?"
The slight quaver in Kurt's voice is what Benji focuses on immediately, quickly turning to nuzzle his big head against Kurt's chest, the growls softening to whines of affection and reassurance. Don't be scared, little mate, he's going to protect you! A snuffle to Kurt's cheek, then Benji rises to his feet, gaze sharpening again.
The scent is -- wrong. It's sharp, acrid, dangerous, but also...familiar? It's an offensive, bewildering thing, making Benji's eyes water and his teeth bare. It's something bad, he knows that much. He needs to find it and keep it away from his mate. He needs to -- he needs to--!
The young wolf lurches to his feet, stumbles a couple paces towards the woods, then freezes. His instincts are warring, between driving off the enemy and keeping close to Kurt. Whining, Benji turns back towards his mate, then glances towards the scent, ears pinning back. He's torn, confused, he isn't paying attention --
-- which means he doesn't sense the figure stepping closer, the raised weapon, the soft twang of a bowstring, a rush of air. Not until the arrow has buried itself into his hip.
Benji staggers at the sudden impact, air rushing from his lungs, blood immediately welling and gushing from around the smooth shaft of the arrow. His mind races, shocked and bewildred but aware of the figure, the man. The wound is deep, but not near anything fatal, he can stay on his feet, let adrenaline push him to fight, to defeat the enemy, to call for his brothers. He can still protect Kurt. He has to protect Kurt.
But there's a sudden rush of dizziness, a cold flash of his strength leaving his body, his limbs locking, his back arching. A burning, paralyzing sensation, sending him to the ground with a helpless, strangled growl. As the poison acts, spreads through the young wolf's body, Benji manages to look up, to see his assailant step out of the bushes, bow in hand, laughing softly.
"Mmm, no, I didn't really think he'd leave you. The poison was a good backup plan."
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But Corrigan can feel how tender their chest is now, how their whole body shudders in almost-pain when he circles the tip of his thumb around the swollen bud of their nipple. He's barely begun, and his mate is squirming like he's been toying with them for hours. That definitely isn't typical.
Hope and concern and protective ferocity are pulsing through the link, less a coherent thought than a fervent tangle of emotions. It's real, it's happening, it must be, and the pack reacts with wordless joy -- all except for Benji.
Sweet Benji, ever the clumsy one, puts his foot in his mouth by scrambling out of the water and suggesting cheerfully: "Maybe you're finally pregnant!"
...not. Exactly how Corrigan would've handled things.
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The sudden incredulous look on Kurt's face at Benji's excited words is a little chip in that hope, proving it more brittle than first assumed.
"B-Benji, love, that's— aaah, Alpha, yes, right th-there... Benji, b-baby, that's ridiculous," they manage, glancing over their shoulder at the pup with their eyebrows quirked. They don't like belittling Benji the way his brothers do, having become so protective of him, even when he bumbles around like an overgrown puppy. But this? This is just silly. Even having their sensitive body toyed with, feeling their cock already hardening against Corrigan's stomach, Kurt can't help but giggle, wholly unconvinced.
"I can't g-get pregnant, honey. Only girls c-can have b-babies."
Corrigan should be able to feel the full weight of his Beta's bewildered stare on his skin, the accusing tone of his first and only thought cutting straight through the pack link, aimed directly at him: You mean you haven't told them yet?!
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"Love, you know we aren't -- we don't do things like humans do." Despite his bewilderment, Corrigan is careful to school his expression into something gentle, mindful of how hypervigilant Kurt is about making the pack upset. And they aren't -- or, rather, they're bewildered that their Alpha apparently hadn't explained one of the biggest aspects of bring a werewolf pack's mate.
The thing is, Corrigan is under the genuine impression he had. More or less. Kurt had arrived with very set ideas of what tasks belonged to which types of people, and had gotten very fretful when one of "the men" did "women's work". Corrigan had explained then that wolves didn't bother with all that stuff. If there was work to be done, everyone assisted. If they chose to wear clothes, they wore what pleased them best. If they enjoyed one another, the physical act of giving or receiving -- who bent over and who mounted -- was determined mostly by whim.
However, there's a pretty big leap from "gender roles don't apply here" to "being part of this pack will physically change your body to be able to carry pups". Corrigan realizes this now, hands settling on Kurt's hips, trying to keep his voice gentle -- and ignore his Beta's flat glare from across the grass. "My darling, did you really -- have no idea? I know I've mentioned it. Haven't I?"
He has. In the heat of passion, growling it against Kurt's neck, as his knot swells inside them, promising to fill them, breed them and so on. Not exactly the most clear-headed moment.
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So it's fair to say that Corrigan's words are a complete shock to their system. They frown up at him, disbelieving, trying to fight down the blush and arousal so they can really process what he's asking them—which in itself is a tall order.
"Wh-What are you talking about, Alpha? Mentioned what?" The little human's gaze goes from one of their mates to the next, confusion plainly written on their blushing face. They're all staring at them. "Wait, you... y-you don't actually believe I can get pregnant, d-do you?"
Just the very thought is absurd. Sure, with the wolves it doesn't matter if you're man or woman or somewhere inbetween or something entirely different, everyone are equal and can do as they please, not chained to what's decided by society. That's great! Exactly what Kurt always wanted! But that doesn't change the surely immutable laws of nature! When Alpha would growl about breeding them, they definitely didn't think he meant it literally. Is this another species divide, like the transformation and the pack link? Can true werewolf mates actually fall pregnant..?
"I can't. I-It's impossible, I don't have the... parts..."
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But this is a fundamental part of a pack. The chosen mate cares for and keeps the others together, is the center of their world, rules over the den and carries and cares for pups. In bigger packs, yes, it's common for the role to belong to several individuals, either simultaneously or in succession. And some choose never to have children, preferring to grow the pack by taking in loners and orphans.
But that doesn't mean it's impossible. There are herbs to suppress pregnancy, but the potential is always there. That's known.
Kurt expresses their confusion, refers to their body, and Corrigan is quick to smooth his hands up and down their back. "Everything about you is right, love. Being our mate means -- changes can come. Being with us, around us, these things always happen, regardless of what...parts are there at the beginning."
Kai speaks up then, softly, reaching out to stroke back Kurt's hair and prompt them to look back at him. "Is that somethin' you -- don't want, baby?"
It's a heavy question, and one Corrigan himself should've asked. He shouldn't have assumed. He should've made sure .
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That can't be right. There's no way. Bodies can't just change like that, there's no treatment or medicine in the world that could change the unchangeable! Kurt is missing very pivotal organs needed for a pregnancy! You can't just grow new organs, how is that even possible?!
But then again... they have changed a lot ever since coming here. Their body can take so much more than they ever thought possible. Their wounds heal faster now, their senses have improved, and they can feel their mates' emotions like they were their own. All things that seemed impossible when they were trapped within humanity.
Could it really be possible..?
Kai's hand is cold and wet from the water as he touches them. But it's not his touch that makes them shiver. If it was really possible, would they want to have babies? Kurt frowns, thinking. In truth, they've always wanted children, but gradually had to settle on the fact that no woman would ever want someone like them. Certainly not to father her children, raise them, provide for them. But if they could truly cut out that step...
Instinctively, they cup their stomach with a small pale hand. Their heart is racing, pulse spiking at the thought that they could actually be pregnant. "I... I mean, if I could, b-but..." Kurt blushes.
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Corrigan especially exhales in relief, cradling Kurt's face in his hands and kissing their cheeks, their nose, their lips. "I should've explained sooner, my love. I'm sorry. I forget there's so much more possible for you now."
Kai slides his river-chilled hands around to resume teasing at the little human's swollen, puffy nipples, kissing the back of their neck and murmuring: "You really think there's anything Alpha can't do? You're gonna end up with twins, he's so damn determined."
Benji steps up next, covering Kurt's hand over their belly and nuzzling against their shoulder, an echo of Leo's hot wolfish tongue on their other side. Corrigan glances over at Naseer, beckons him closer, one hand going into his Beta's soft curls. "Help me get our mate ready, love? I think taking a few knots would soothe some of those aches and pains..."
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It makes their heart soar, feeling the love and affection from everyone, on their skin and through the link. They're all so happy. The thought of raising a family with their loving, doting mates only makes them more sure.
If it really is possible... then this is what they want.
Naseer rumbles something happy and playful at Corrigan's command, the words drowned out by Kurt's needy moans. They're only able to pay attention once he shoos Kai to the side, one of his big hands pressing between their shoulder blades, the other squeezing their ass. "Bend over, little dove," he says, easing them up on their knees, into a position that's become familiar over time. "You heard your determined Alpha."
Whining softly, Kurt settles against Corrigan's chest, their lips seeking his. They pour all their love and gratitude and wanting into a deep kiss, just as Naseer's hot, wet tongue finds their hole. Just that first touch has them keening into Alpha's mouth.
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Understandable, really, considering how wonderful it feels to indulge. Leo and Benji are doing just that, the former gliding his long, hot tongue over Kurt's shoulder, their neck, then ducking down to shove his big head between his Alpha and mate, so that slick heat is focused on the small human's tender chest. They've been cautious so far about participating in anything intimate while in wolf form, but Kurt knows them now, can tell each one apart, easily curls up naked with the whole furry pack.
So Leo nuzzles and nibbles and laps at their swollen nipples, in time with Naseer opening them up slowly, like it's some sort of race. Kai, his place usurped, settles for pressing one big hand down on Kurt's lower back, guiding them to lift their hips and present for the Beta. His free hand helps spread them wide for Naseer's mouth, fingers digging into their plush, freckled flesh, mouth finding their shoulder and nipping at it to make them squeal more.
Corrigan stays put for the moment, kissing Kurt between their sobbing moans, swallowing up the sounds, twining his tongue with theirs, then pulling back to kiss away their overstimulated tears. "Tell me when you're ready, little one," he murmurs, watching his mate shudder and squirm under the intense pleasure. "Tell me when Naseer has you ready for my knot. When you're ready to be bred."
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And Naseer. They can feel every inch of his tongue languidly playing with their hole, tracing the rim, snaking inside, licking and thrusting and pulsing until they're a shuddering mess on top of their Alpha. He's not as noisy as the younger wolves, but he makes no secret of how much he's enjoying himself, moaning at the taste of them, how their flesh clenches and surrenders to him.
"A-Alpha—! Everyone, I'm— aah, please, p-please—!" they babble, sobbing atop Corrigan, tears trickling down their cheeks from the onslaught of pleasure. One of Benji's roaming hands slips around their stomach, fingers grazing their cock, and they come all over Alpha's chest with a bewildered cry of ecstasy. They're so much more sensitive now! Usually they last way longer!
It doesn't matter much, of course, because they've only just gotten started. Their body hungers for a knot, all of their knots, a sensation which finally makes sense to them. It's not just being filled, it's not just the intimate connection. Their body yearns to be bred. They get it now. "N-Now, Alpha, now! Please, n-need your knot inside, p-please! Breed me!"
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Releasing his grip on his needy, pleading mate, Corrigan moves away, rising up on his knees and dragging his hand through the mess of come on his stomach, coating his fingers. "Enough, Naseer," he says, slick fingers moving to curl around his hardening cock, sliding free of his sheath. "They're ready."
Benji is already moving to crawl into Naseer's lap, eager to offer himself as a consolation prize, since Corrigan’s apparently going to fully occupy Kurt for a while. There's no jealousy, just an eagerness to witness, to watch their leader breed their mate. Once Corrigan’s done, they'll all get a turn, just like that first night.
But for now, its all Corrigan, his eyes dark, hand moving slowly up and down his huge cock, teasing himself as much as his pack. "Show me," he commands, voice low and resonant with Alpha authority. "Hands and knees, ass up. You know how, Kurt. Show me how good, greedy little mates get fucked."
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All of that is gone now. Now, when Alpha darkly commands them to present for him, to show him and the whole pack how eager and greedy they are to get fucked, Kurt feels no shame. They obey him right away, getting on their hands and knees and tipping their hips up, exposing everything. Still shaking from coming so hard, they whine impatiently into the warm grass, loathing every second they remain empty.
"P-Please—!" Kurt sobs, unable to tear their eyes off Corrigan's thick cock, slick and gripped between strong fingers coated in their own spend. They can hear Benji already moaning right next to them, Naseer wasting no time in fucking the young pup hard and fast, clearly just as affected by Kurt's plea as their Alpha had been.
The sounds of Benji enjoying himself just make Kurt that much more impatient, arching their back more, chest almost touching the grass, a desperate clip to their voice as they beg, "Alpha, p-please, now! I-It's not fair, please, I w-want your knot, I wanna be bred! Hurry!"
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But when Kurt's turned on like this -- shuddering and heated and thrumming with pleasure, very nearly in heat like a true wolf -- there's no shy timidity whatsoever. They always shamelessly plead for more, harder, deeper, faster, heedless of who may hear, uncaring that they're out in the open. When the pack's mate needs to be fucked, they need it immediately.
So of course Corrigan doesn't tease too much. Just a little, moving closer, close enough to rise predatory and dominating behind his little mate, one hand curling around their hip to tug them back, the other guiding his cock to glide teasingly over their sensitive, well-worked hole. "So needy," he murmurs, still teasing, tracing the shivery twitch of Kurt's entrance, but not letting them push back to take his cock inside. "So beautiful when you beg. So ready for my knot."
Another few teasing drags of his cock, then the Alpha finally guides it past the clenching, shivering muscle, pressing deep inside his mate in one smooth motion. "Perfect."
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Of course, it only makes it more enjoyable when he finally pushes all the way inside, making the human cry with pleasure into the warm summer air, eyes going hazy right away. They can feel his thick cock all the way in their stomach, knowing from experience that it's distending to fit him all, bulging and visible to everyone. They love all their mates, they love being fucked by them, each and every one, but still.
No one fucks them like Alpha.
"M-More," they almost snarl, fingers clenching into the grass, hips shaking with effort as they try pushing back against his grip. They use their full body weight, bracing against the ground as they shove back against him, needing to feel Alpha absolutely rail them. It could be their newfound sensitivity, or pregnancy hormones, or maybe they just want to carry his pups that badly. Whatever the reason, they won't rest until they're left sore and dripping with Corrigan's spend. "More, m-more, c'mon, Alpha—! Hurry up a-and fuck me!"
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But much, much more of his mind is entirely focused on how Kurt growls and demands that he fuck them, face flushed, eyes hazy with pleasure, hair tumbling wildly over their shoulders. Such a far cry from the innocent, blushing lost lamb they'd been the first time he'd fucked them.
"Look at you," the Alpha almost purrs, one hand gathering up Kurt's loose wavy hair, tugging them back hard and thrusting forward until he bottoms out inside them. He repeats the motions, a deep, punishing plunge followed by a slow, teasing glide free. "My ferocious little wolf. How could I deny you anything?"
He could, and he has, but not now. Now, Corrigan surrenders to the perfect slick grip of Kurt's body, the way they cry out every time he drives his cock inside them, the thrill of his pack watching. He moves quicker, deeper, more frenetic, until the hand knotted in his mate's hair is solely to keep them still as he mercilessly fucks them just the way they'd demanded.
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His words echo in their mind as Corrigan gives them exactly what they demanded, fucking them just as hard and deep as they like it. They really are more wolf than human now. That's what it feels like, at least, when they're with their mates. There's no shame in how loudly they cry their pleasure, how they buck their body back against Corrigan's, how they let more of those filthy demands tumble past their lips while everyone watches, "yes, yes, f-fuck me, feels so good, faster, harder, Alpha, m-more, more!"
It's no wonder they never fit in with humanity. Every day that passes, they shed more of that shame, that fear, happy to be naked and disheveled and freshly fucked every waking moment. Desire becomes them. Kurt could never be this free, this happy with humans.
The thought that they'll get to spend the rest of their life like this, feeling their mates cocks pounding into them with savage need, filling them close to bursting every time, leaving them heavy with their pups one after another... Nothing has ever made them so deliriously happy.
Corrigan was right. They really were born for this. To be their treasured mate, their ferocious little wolf for life. "Alpha—! Yes! F-Fuck! Yes! C-Corrigan!" they wail as they come again, already, shuddering and clamping down on his cock still mercilessly pummeling their little body. They know Alpha can go for hours. Who knows how many times they'll come on his cock before he finally knots them, breeds them, just like he promised?
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But Corrigan holds back, grits his teeth and digs his fingers into Kurt's hips, painting bright red marks into their soft, pale skin. He rides through the shuddering waves of his little mate's climax, enjoying the massaging clutch of their body around his pulsing cock. Then he pulls free, breathing harshly, eyes nearly black with desire, and easily flips Kurt onto their back in the flattened grass.
Beyond words now, Corrigan moves over his mate, catches their mouth with his and kissing them slow and deeply, growling hungrily between kisses. His teeth catch Kurt's lower lip, filling their joined mouths with the bright taste of blood, prompting a low, pleased purr from the Alpha. His body moves, sliding back inside Kurt easily and resuming the quick, deep thrusts. Come again, he commands, wordless and resonant through the link, through every movement, every rumbling snarl and ferocious pulse of his cock. Come again, for me, come for your Alpha...
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The pain doesn't scare them anymore, nor the taste of blood flooding their mouth, eliciting sharp whimpers from the overstimulated human. If anything, it's nostalgic, the shock of pain bringing them back to that first time, to being claimed as his. They don't let Corrigan pull away for even a moment, arms and legs wrapped tightly around him as they kiss, blood-slicked tongues tangling amidst their needy cries.
His command rings through the pack link, and they have no choice but to obey, coming again with a shuddering wail of ecstasy, making a mess of both their chests. Kurt can feel everyone's pleasure alongside their own, the strongest sensation they've ever felt through the link, compounding their own pleasure. They can feel Benji's twitchy overstimulation, Naseer's ever-languid thrusts deep inside him, Kai barely holding it together as Leo chokes down his cock.
They can feel their Alpha, losing himself in their body, in the vice-like clench around his cock, in the taste of their blood and desire on his teeth. It makes them feel so good. They're gonna come again at this rate. "P-Please!" they sob, nails digging into his shoulders, ankles locking tight behind him. "B-Breed me, Alpha, need— n-need it, please, I b-beg you, come inside, please! I can't t-take it! Need your c-come! Fill me! Please!!"
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But later. Now he has his beautiful mate beneath him, blood-smeared and bright-eyed and sobbing with pleasure, their small hands clawing at Corrigan's rippling muscles and their sweet voice begging him to breed them. Now there's nothing but them, but Kurt, his beloved, his delight and joy, his soul and their wholehearted acceptance of everything that it means to take his knot, his seed.
The snarl that escapes the Alpha's throat is resonant and all-encompassing as thunder, as he slams his hips forward once, twice, the thick girth of his knot swelling and plunging inside Kurt's tight little body. When he comes, it's with a moaning cry of his mate's name, clutching them closer as he spills inside, pulsing his body down as if trying to push his spend deeper, feeling their belly swell against his. It's like the first time. It's better than the first time.
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Kurt clings to him, panting and whimpering, mouth dripping with their own blood. They can feel their stomach swelling, filling the space between their bodies, as it has so many times before. But it's different now. Now, they fully understand what may follow. Now, they fully anticipate it.
They want it.
"A-Alpha," they moan, heels still digging into his back, refusing to let him go—not like he could pull away just yet, his knot too swollen, firmly locked inside. One of their trembling hands cup their stomach, all rounded and distended with his spend. It feels right. They laugh, breathy and shaky, looking down at themself, fully seeing their own body in this new light. It makes their heart swell in their chest. "I-Is this what I'll look like, Alpha? Carrying your b-baby?"
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The answer is yes, of course, and eventually Corrigan will remember how to weave seductive, filthy words the way only he can. He'll tease his mate gently about how eager they are to get knocked up, to carry his pups, he'll re-learn the delicate sensitivity of their body again and again. He'll share too, of course, even now feeling the rest of the pack draw closer, wanting to be present in this moment. Corrigan's possessiveness of Kurt only extends to those not within his family, any outside forces who wouldn't -- couldn't understand this. How beautiful it is. How rare and precious and divine.
The grass is cool, damp, but Corrigan doesn't let Kurt feel it, cradles them close to him with one arm, seated on his knot, which pulses and pumps inside them, feels the rounded weight of their stomach against his own. He finds his mark on their throat and finally manages to speak against it: "Yes. Yes, just like this. Just like this."
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Kurt wants that life. They want to be surrounded by their loving mates and their gorgeous pups, ones that look like each of them, all with Kurt's eyes or nose or lopsided smile. More than anything, they want their children to grow up free, never knowing the fear that they themself was subjected to.
They know that's the life they'll have. All of them. They don't even realize they're crying before Benji's shaky hand is on their cheek, wiping the tears away. "A-Are you okay?"
"Yes," they hurry to say, sniffling, looking around to see the whole pack gathered around them. Kurt beams at them all. "I'm j-just so happy. I can't wait to get p-pregnant." It still sounds funny coming out of their mouth, but it just makes them smile all the brighter, embracing their Alpha tightly. No matter what, they're having his babies first. Of course, that doesn't mean the others don't get to contribute. With another soft sniffle, Kurt looks around again, wiggling their hips in Corrigan's lap, around his throbbing cock. "Wh-Who's next?"
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But it definitely doesn't stop him from trying again. And again. And again, his instincts sensing how ready his sweet little human was to have his pups, compelling him to spend as much time as possible knotted inside them. The pack usually takes turns with Kurt, enjoying their insatiable mate's delightful, delicate body, but for the next several days, Corrigan exerts his Alpha role to occupy most of Kurt's time. His brothers understand -- breeding is a full time job -- but eventually convince the Alpha to join the next hunt. Let his wolf side run free for a bit.
Benji is given guard duties, having insisted upon it, eager to prove himself a good protector for Kurt. He stretches out in the sun, wolf-formed, his chin resting on his mate's thigh, ears pricked for any sounds. Being a wolf intensifies the youngest brother's keen senses, making sure he can tell the difference between the return of the pack and any potential threats.
But it also makes him more... easily distracted. A rustle in the bushes has Benji lifting his head, hackles rising at the unfamiliar scent. A low growl rumbles in his chest, eyes narrowing, ready to fight for his mate if need be.
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It feels like it's worked though. Kurt can't be sure, not yet, but it really feels like his seed has taken. As they lay in the grass with their youngest mate, one hand at his nape and the other cupping their own stomach, the aches and pains of burgeoning pregnancy doesn't even register over the sheer bliss. They'll start showing soon. They can't wait.
In the combined warmth of the sun and their joy, Kurt has almost fallen asleep when Benji suddenly perks up, startled by something the human can't hear. "Mmmn... musta dozed off. What's happening, sweet-bee?" They scratch behind his ear, rubbing sleep from their eyes. It's only then they notice him growling. "Wait, wh-what's wrong?"
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The scent is -- wrong. It's sharp, acrid, dangerous, but also...familiar? It's an offensive, bewildering thing, making Benji's eyes water and his teeth bare. It's something bad, he knows that much. He needs to find it and keep it away from his mate. He needs to -- he needs to--!
The young wolf lurches to his feet, stumbles a couple paces towards the woods, then freezes. His instincts are warring, between driving off the enemy and keeping close to Kurt. Whining, Benji turns back towards his mate, then glances towards the scent, ears pinning back. He's torn, confused, he isn't paying attention --
-- which means he doesn't sense the figure stepping closer, the raised weapon, the soft twang of a bowstring, a rush of air. Not until the arrow has buried itself into his hip.
Benji staggers at the sudden impact, air rushing from his lungs, blood immediately welling and gushing from around the smooth shaft of the arrow. His mind races, shocked and bewildred but aware of the figure, the man. The wound is deep, but not near anything fatal, he can stay on his feet, let adrenaline push him to fight, to defeat the enemy, to call for his brothers. He can still protect Kurt. He has to protect Kurt.
But there's a sudden rush of dizziness, a cold flash of his strength leaving his body, his limbs locking, his back arching. A burning, paralyzing sensation, sending him to the ground with a helpless, strangled growl. As the poison acts, spreads through the young wolf's body, Benji manages to look up, to see his assailant step out of the bushes, bow in hand, laughing softly.
"Mmm, no, I didn't really think he'd leave you. The poison was a good backup plan."
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