While the alpha's disappointment knows no bounds, the human is appropriately terrified. Just the sound of a male voice answering their challenge was enough to make them tense up, already scurrying several steps backwards from the bushes, getting ready to run from what is surely a marauder who can't see the forest for the skirts.
But it's not a marauder. It's not a human. It's not even just one. We, he says, grinning triumphantly, only for four more feral wolfmen to emerge from every direction, utterly surrounding them. Kurt shrieks as they're grabbed from behind, then from the front, two enormous humanoid wolves manhandling them and breathing in their scent without a care for their cries.
This is how they die. They're certain of it. Heedlessly walking into a pack of feral werewolves and becoming their dinner. "N-No! Please, stop! L-Let go of me!" they cry, struggling and writhing in Kai's firm grasp, kicking at Benji's strong legs, feeling tears welling up as nothing seems to work. They're too small, nowhere near strong enough. They're going to die.
"Oh, but you're frightening them, boys," Naseer all but purrs, stalking close and running a clawed hand up the length of their pinned arm, over the collar of their modest dress, buttoned up so tall and tight the lace comes up to their jaw. The smell of their tears is intoxicating. It's only Naseer's age that keeps him from going into rut just being near them—if only barely. "Besides, it's not your turn yet. You both know your place."
A pointed reminder that alpha alone gets the first taste of their prize.
Corrigan hums his wordless thanks, reaching out a hand to trail warmly across Naseer's broad, bare shoulders as he strides forward. Werewolves are affectionate, touchy creatures, without the restrictive, stifling morals of human culture. Touch is a comfort, a delight, a way to speak of affection and warmth without words.
Turning his gaze to the struggling, tearful little human, Corrigan shakes his head slightly in sadness. "You think we're going to devour you, don't you, little prey?" He moves forward slowly, as Kai and Benjamin adjust their grips, each gripping one of the trembling youth's arms and legs, scooping them clear off the ground. Leo steps forward as well, holding their waist from behind, all three beast men eager for their alphas approval. As tempting as the modestly-covered little human is, the urge to please Corrigan outweighs it.
So their prey is held still, helpless to do anything but submit to Corrigan’s huge hands slowly reaching out, stroking over the layers of fabric, mapping out the shape of the human's shivering body. "That's what they tell you in that settlement, isn't it? Beware the savage ferals, or they'll snatch you and gobble you up."
Exchanging a grin with the other wolves, Corrigan grips two handfuls of the thick, voluminous skirt and slowly, effortlessly, starts to rip it open, exposing the young human's legs, inch by inch. "Well, we're certainly going to enjoy you. But in a much...much more pleasant way."
Well, when he calls them little prey, what are they supposed to think? The stranger descends on them, slowly, like a true predator, his packmates grabbing hold of them from every direction and lifting them clean off the ground, heedless of their kicking and squirming. The approaching man—the alpha? is that how it works?—has a look on his face like he's about to sink his teeth into their throat and tear it out, that chiseled body becoming drenched with their blood.
Until he starts shredding their skirt, layers of calico and wool splitting effortlessly in his grasp, slowly revealing Kurt's pale legs. Their eyes widen, pulse spiking, before their kicking and screaming picks up in earnest, making even three grown beast men struggle to keep them upright. "No! P-Please, please don't, anything but th-that!" Their desperate voice splits the cool afternoon air, tears streaming down their face, turning bright red under all those freckles.
If he keeps going, if he's serious about this, he'll soon see that Kurt is far from the maiden girl he must assume they are. He will be furious, he will hurt them, they all will, they will die terrified and humiliated and alone in the darkened woods, they don't want to die like this—!
"Shhh, sweet little one," Naseer hums, pressing closer, running a hand over their writhing stomach while the other smooths over Corrigan's back, fingers tangling in his fur. He urges his brother, his alpha, to keep going. With every inch of skin exposed, more of their scent is revealed, and he can tell the younger wolves are struggling to control themselves. Benji's eyes are turning black with desire, even Leo's carefree attitude is starting to slip. Naseer can feel his own grip on control starting to slip, claws hitching on the belt tied so tightly around their tiny waist. "Don't fight this. We're going to show you pleasure the likes of which you never thought possible."
So many damned layers. It's an easy enough task for Corrigan to rend the petticoat and skirts to tatters, tearing the fabric open and letting it fall to either side of the squirming human's long pale legs. He can see the ghost of freckles along their soft skin, knows they'll brighten up when given the chance to see the sunlight, matching the ones scattered over their flushed, teary cheeks. Poor sweet thing, they don't even understand that they've been repressed and stifled their entire life, denied even the kiss of the sun on their body.
Their beautiful, soft, untouched body. Corrigan grips two handfuls of their lacy blouse as well, tears it open, scattering buttons onto the ground, disappearing in the grass. There's a collective sound of barely-contained longing among the wolves as their prize is laid bare, neck to ankles, pale and trembling and unaware of how much pleasure their own body can give them.
Corrigan strokes his hands leisurely up the human's spread legs, over their bared hips and stomach and chest, learning their shape for the first time. "We've been waiting a long time for you, little one," he murmurs, claws dragging lightly over the barely-visible scattering of freckles. "We won't hurt you."
"Except in a fun way," Kai adds, even his usual teasing tone thick with desire. The others chuckle breathlessly, only loyalty to their alpha keeping them from also caressing their captive.
Corrigan is tempted to just claim the human there, held open by his brothers, waiting for him. But he glances around, sees a patch of grass in the sun, thinks of the long lazy afternoons to come where this human will service and pleasure and be doted on by the wolves, taken leisurely in the bright outdoors without the shame and fear of their youth. "Take them over there," he commands, nodding towards the soft, mossy sunlit patch. "I want to claim them in the light."
He doesn't even break a sweat as he rips their clothes to shreds, leaving their blouse and skirts and bloomers all in a heap on the ground below their writhing form. Their little red bonnet is the only thing left covering them, the only remaining grace. He's terrifying. Huge and strong and fierce, leaving them bare with merciless precision.
But he's somehow still gentle with them, clawed hands so so careful as they explore Kurt's trembling body, his voice a low tender rumble. He promises they won't hurt them. Kurt doesn't believe him. How could they? He's a beast.
But he sounds true all the same... like he really has waited so long for them to cross his path. Him and all the rest of them. The sight of their naked body doesn't deter him either. Like the shape of them doesn't matter. Like they're good enough just as they are.
"N-No, please, please," they cry and beg, still frightened no matter how gentle he is. The stranger intends to claim them right here in the sunny patch they're carried into, not even the warm softness of moss and mayflowers easing their pounding heart as they're laid down by the beast men. Kurt has never even known the touch of a man, and now they're going to lose their innocence to a wolf, only for the rest of them, all five of them, want a go with them too.
"Shhh," Corrigan soothes the little human, the rumble as much for his pack as for them. Benjamin has that worried, distressed look on his face, fretful at their prey's tears. Even Leo and Kai, who are older, look to Corrigan for reassurance that giving in to their instincts is right, is good.
Naseer, at least, understands the brutal way the human settlements treat their young, the rigidity they enforce from their earliest days to keep them fearful and submissive. He understands how those ingrained terrors can manifest any time something unnatural gets too close. He reaches out to take the human's wrists pin them firmly to the soft grass, gentle and careful, but unyielding.
"You have nothing to fear," Corrigan murmurs again, feeling the warm sun on his back as he kneels over the trembling youth, breathes in their sweet scent, the tears and sweat and struggle laced with panic. He knows that'll change, that as soon as the pleasure comes, that'll be all the human will feel. He nuzzles into the crook of their neck, mouthing at the place his bite will mark them, claim them, make them part of his pack. Nothing about this is unnatural -- and soon this nameless, fearful, haunted human will realize that.
Which reminds him -- Corrigan pauses, pulling back and meeting those teary bright eyes with his deep dark ones. "Tell me your name, little one."
They don't want to be quiet. They don't want to be here, naked and pressed into the grass, wrists pinned above their head by one werewolf while another helps himself to their neck the way a lover would. Kurt is too frightened to notice how the younger wolves fret and worry, exchanging distraught glances, looking to their alpha. They seem genuinely concerned for the human's safety and comfort. Yes, they get rowdy, they play hard, but if they really are to keep the little one, they must want to be kept. They must desire to stay with the pack.
Wolves don't cause harm the way people do.
Kurt's struggles against Naseer's unmoving grip start waning as their treacherous body warms to the alpha's touch, to his hot mouth against their skin, his wet tongue over their pulse. They have to squeeze their thighs together as they feel the first stirrings of arousal. It's not fair. They don't want this. They don't. But the wolf's careful mouth and gentle hands and low, rumbling voice makes their breath come out heavy and hot, their cheeks going bright red.
"P-Please... My name is K-Kurt, please, please don't hurt me..." The thrill of knowing their name is dampened by their fear. Naseer looks up at his alpha, wordlessly begging him to do something, so ease the poor thing's misery. It's not their fault they fear what's coming, when they—as all humans—were raised on lies.
"We won't." Corrigan’s voice has the low, commanding timbre of an alpha, someone completely in charge, in control. With that voice, there's no doubt, no fear, nothing that could shake or intimidate him. The sun is bright and warm and Corrigan’s mouth is hot against Kurt's neck, tongue gentle on their racing pulse. "Nothing and no-one will ever hurt you again, we swear."
Bared like this, he can see old bruises, marks left to undercut the cruel words that have no doubt been hurtled at Kurt all their life. The younger wolves don't understand, but Corrigan and Naseer grew up close enough to humans to know -- anyone who's different is treated with exceptional cruelty. And Kurt is different. Their skirts and soft hair, the shape of their body they try to hide, their lone venture into the woods -- it speaks of things that make Corrigan’s heart ache. So he leans back, enough to rest his forehead against Kurt’s, letting them breathe him in, feel the warmth and strength of his presence.
"You're safe," he murmurs, hands coming up to stroke the sides of their teary face. He feels, more than sees Naseer doing the same, thumbs stroking over Kurt’s delicate wrists, holding their hands more than restraining them. Kai has one of their legs, Leo the other, and each follows their alpha’s lead, nuzzling and soothing the trembling muscles with their big, warm hands. Benjamin, at a loss for a moment, eventually settles for gathering Kurt's hair gently out of the way, clumsy but careful. The concentrated caresses of all five speak wordlessly of their happiness, their delight, their desire.
But like any hunt, the prey has to surrender. There's always a moment when it does, when the understanding comes and they let go. Until Kurt is there, Corrigan won't move forward.
Though Kurt cannot describe it with words, something strikes them when the wolf speaks, something primal inside them, like a pull in their gut. His voice is so deep and low, commanding authority, but still clear as a bell. Kurt believes him then, when he repeats that they're safe, that no one will hurt them. They cannot articulate why, but they know deep in their bones that they really are safe in his hands.
In all of their hands. More than pinning them down so the eldest can have his way with them, the wolfmen all seem to be caressing them now, big warm hands impossibly gentle with every part of Kurt's body. There's still fear, of course there is, even if they believe his words, but it gets increasingly hard to remain fearful when they're so overwhelmed with touch. They shiver, resisting for a beat longer, hard-taught lessons still ringing in their ears. Nudity is shameful. Touch is shameful. Pleasure is shameful.
They are shameful.
But... if being touched all over like this is shameful, why does it feel so good? The hands at their calves, ankles, the soles of their feet, their wrists and palms, their neck, their tear-streaked face, the fingers playing so gently with their hair... Kurt closes their eyes, letting out a shaky breath, letting the wolf's words drown out the shame they have been taught to feel. They're safe, they're safe, no one will hurt them...
Naseer feels them relaxing under his paws, a warm smile spreading over his face. "There you go... Just like that, you're perfect, little one," he murmurs, silky and warm, threading his fingers through theirs. Their hands are so tiny and pale within his own. As soon as the human stops crying, Benji seems to relax too, the eager pup looking between Kurt and Corrigan with hope and excitement all over his face. He wants to see his alpha at work.
Corrigan hums his approval, feeling that slow shift from terror to just unease. Being nervous is normal -- he's huge, and Kurt is so small, so delicate. It won't be like the wild, raucous, heated tumbles in the sheets or the fields with his brothers -- there he doesn't have to worry too much about preparation or holding back. This first time, he'll have to be gentle. He doesn't want to break their new toy before everyone has a chance to play.
"Good," Corrigan murmurs, leaning forward and pressing his mouth to Kurt’s, slow and deep and hot. He tastes their anxious, curious, confused desire, can feel it starting to lace through their scent, and he smiles as he pulls away. "Just lie back and let me enjoy you," he breathes, kissing their chin, their throat. "Let us take care of you."
The warm air changes slightly, charged with Corrigan’s intention -- now that the little human isn't fighting, he wastes no more time. He can feel his brothers just barely holding back, respect for their alpha warring with desire, can smell their desire in the air. Like any hunt, he gets the first bite, first chance to savor the delicacy laid out on the fresh green grass.
But he'll allow them to participate, being a benevolent alpha. Naseer has Kurt’s hands and, on either side of the little human, Kai and Leo guide their legs towards their chest, bending at the knee, then spreading them open. Like this, Corrigan can easily lean down and slide his tongue over their untouched, virgin hole, taking his time, letting the other wolves watch. "Perfect," he all but growls, fingers digging into Kurt's pale ass and spreading it wide so he can thoroughly prepare them. He doesn't bother being quiet -- and he doesn't care if Kurt does either. Let the entire forest hear the pleasure he brings. Let them all envy.
Kurt whimpers when Leo and Kai lift their legs up and spread them apart, cringing at being so exposed, so vulnerable, their most shameful place uncovered for all to see. They turn to hide their burning face in their hair, Benji's fingers still threaded through it, and he takes the chance to gently touch their face, marveling at how soft and warm they feel. He doesn't understand the noises they make, but he at least knows they're not crying anymore as the alpha descends upon them, burying his face between their cheeks.
They make another strange noise then, one of baffled surprise, choked and sharp in their pale throat. The young wolves don't think twice about it, of course, as they all enjoy each other this way, but Kurt is completely bewildered by the sensation.
That... should not feel this good. It should be filthy, disgusting, the lowest of lows, but feeling the alpha's tongue laving their virgin hole is just amazing. It's hot, slick, sensual, and when that long tongue burrows inside them, they cry out with pleasure, startling a flock of birds perched in a nearby oak tree. Kurt can feel their cock stirring between their legs, twitching against their stomach, heat coiling low in their gut unlike any pleasure they've ever felt.
Shamefully touching themself under the cover of night never felt this good. They squeeze Naseer's long fingers, they press into Benji's caressing hands, they don't fight it when Kai and Leo spread their legs wider, watching with rapt attention as Corrigan prepares the little human for his cock. They really are tiny. He must be diligent, so he won't hurt them when the time comes.
"Easy," Naseer growls as a warning, voice just a touch shaky with desire as he sees how hard Benji and Kai are getting, their eyes darkening with lust, drool wetting their chins. It's getting hard even for Naseer to hold back, especially when the human writhes and arches with pleasure rather than fear, when they sound so good enjoying themself, even in their confusion. Corrigan better hurry, or some of these kids are gonna get pinned to the ground.
Naseer's warning growl barely keeps Benji in check, his eyes going woeful and sad as he crouches to nuzzle at Kurt’s silken hair. "But they smell so good," he all but moans. As the youngest and lowest-ranking pack member -- besides Miles, who none of them are sparing a thought for -- he knows he'll go last, and the thought of waiting has him pouting like a chastised puppy.
Kai's gone quiet, which is unlike him, eyes fixed on where Corrigan’s long, lithe tongue is curling and pressing inside the human's body, working them open. The beastmen have claws on each finger, even in their humanoid forms, and while being scratched up is nothing for one of them, taking fingers inside could hurt Kurt. They're so soft, so fragile. Kai leans closer, teasing his tongue around one of their pert pink nipples, unable to resist.
Corrigan allows this, even glancing at Leo to give him permission to mirror Kai's movements. As long as he's the one who gets his cock inside Kurt first, he doesn't mind if the rest of the pack plays with them. It might even help, the overwhelming pleasure dulling any discomfort.
And Kurt is so beautifully responsive, relaxing and opening beneath Corrigan’s skilled tongue, moaning and arching prettily in the grass. "Touch them," the alpha commands raggedly, feeling his cock slip free of it's sheath, heavy and slick. "'seer, Benji. Make them moan for you. They're ours, don't be afraid to touch."
Permission could not have come at a better time for Benji, who all but pounces on the little human, fur standing on end as he presses his lips to theirs. Leo already claimed Kurt's other nipple, leaving precious little for Benji to take for himself except that pretty mouth—their neck is off-limits for now, alpha has first claim, he knows that—and he clumsily tries to mirror Corrigan's deep, hot kiss from earlier.
To his delight, Kurt immediately surrenders to the kiss, parting their lips for him without thinking, still gasping and moaning and whimpering into his mouth. They're so overwhelmed with touch, hands and mouths all over them, inside of them, ravaging every spot that makes them senseless with desire. They never thought they could feel this good.
The beastman told the truth. None of them would harm them. Kurt barely remembers why they resisted in the first place.
While the pack plays with their pretty new toy, Naseer is left holding their hands, fingers gently squeezing theirs while he monitors everyone else, making sure no one oversteps. It's a testament to his willpower that, even when panting and unsheathing and aching, his loyalty to Corrigan never wavers.
In lieu of toying with Kurt, he leans in close, locking eyes with his alpha while murmuring filthy nothings in their ear, grinning the whole time: "You're doing so good, little one, what a perfect toy you are, moaning so pretty for us. We want to hear you scream your pleasure, little dove, scream when he gives you his cock, and he'll take you to heights of pleasure you thought impossible. That's it, go on, little one, scream for us..."
It's been a long time since Corrigan had almost lost control like this -- perhaps not since the wild, heady, dizzying days of his first rut. He'd been mindless with need, then, had let his quiet feelings for his best friend boil free at last, had spent that blissful week tangled up in Naseer's sheets, discovering this new facet of wolfhood together. And now, years later, still with his beta, his beloved, his always as they took a mate.
Unlike the restrictive, rigid roles of the humans, werewolf groups of young adults often designated one member who would serve as a sort of group submissive partner. Rut could strike any wolf of any gender, and enduring these periods without a warm, sweet body to relieve one's self could be brutal. Corrigan’s pack had been seeking someone just like that for a while, especially once their ruts began syncing together.
True, it was rarer for the group mate to be a different species, but it wasn't unheard of. Corrigan knew groups that had claimed humans or elves or other beasts of the deep woods. All that mattered was that willingness to submit, to service, to give and accept pleasure. And Kurt could certainly do that, their beautiful, soft, smooth body quivering and moaning beneath the amorous attention of the five wolves. Their virgin hole was soft, eager, hungry, as Corrigan slowly licked over it once more, then pulled back.
Sparing a brief, fervent caress of Naseer's face -- the only one beside Kurt he'd touch, at least until the youth was claimed -- Corrigan sat back and gripped the thick base of his long, flared cock, gliding his fist over the slick, heated flesh. "It's time, little one," he murmured, prompting the others to pause in their affections. Kai and Leo slid their big hands under Kurt's slender hips, lifting them, presenting their shivering small body to the alph.
"Take it," Corrigan all but growled, guiding his cock to press at Kurt's tender hole, then slide inside them, inch by gradual inch, filling them for the first time "Take your place in the pack..."
It's time, he says, and Kurt quickly snaps to attention, panting from the fervor of Benji's kiss, the intensity of everyone's attentions, the silky filthy words mumbled into their ear. They've gone soft and pink and pliant now, a delectable contrast splayed out against emerald green grass and delicate flowers, a far cry from the terrified, weeping human of minutes before. Curiosity becomes them, as does desire, as does submission.
Kurt watches with rapt attention as Corrigan guides his long, thick, inhuman cock to their hole, their hand squeezing Naseer's without thinking, another hand finding Benji's hair. They expect it to hurt. It must. They were always taught that, even with a human cock like theirs, sex is painful and bad, a necessary evil to create life.
Those lessons couldn't have been more wrong. With his focused preparation, Corrigan slides inside without resistance, slick and slow, that massive cock disappearing inside them. And Kurt does as Naseer demanded, crying their pleasure into the woods, a shrill sound of surprise and delight and bliss. Their fingers squeeze tightly—Benji shudders wildly from the tug at his nape—their legs spread wider—without Kai or Leo's help—and their cries grow louder the deeper Corrigan sinks into them. He's so massive, their flat stomach starts bulging at the intrusion. He fits perfectly.
"Y-Yes! Yes, please, o-oh, please!" they cry, pleading, barely filled for the very first time and already demanding more. Naseer beams, watching his alpha claim their new mate, heart singing with pride. Kurt will fit right into the pack. Their place was always here with them.
They're so perfect. They're tight and hot and slick around Corrigan’s cock, snug without resistance, letting him inside like they've been waiting all their life for this. Perhaps they have -- the sensation of relief, of coming home is indescribable for Corrigan and, judging by Kurt’s needy, gasping cries, he isn't alone.
"So, so good, so good," he praises again and again, hands finding their hips, lifting them up and pulling them closer, watching them take inch after inch of his cock, watching as he finally comes to rest, buried to the hilt. Corrigan could easily come like this, could let his control lapse and release inside his mate without even needing to move. His claws leave tiny pinprick marks on Kurt's smooth, pale flesh as he rocks his hips gently, watches as his cock shifts visibly inside the small human.
Naseer sees Corrigan’s fascination, guiding Kurt’s hand down to settle on the bulge rounding out their shivering stomach. "There," he murmurs against the youth's tousled hair. "Feel him inside you? Feel how well you take him?"
Corrigan obligingly rocks his hips again, groaning thickly at the feeling of even shallowly thrusting inside Kurt. The other wolves reach out as well, caressing their mate's belly, their alpha’s cock shifting inside, then stroking over their shuddering, sweat-slick body. Corrigan’s voice us soft, rough: "You'll take him next. Naseer. You'll take us all, just as perfectly." A deeper, harder thrust, his hips smacking against Kurt's ass. "You were made for this. Made for us."
It shouldn't be possible for the wolf to fit all the way inside them. He's too big, they're too tiny, way too tiny, surely he'll meet some resistance or they'll split apart or die from sheer impossible pleasure. But he fits, his hips pressing flush against theirs, their tummy distending to fit him all, without any pain at all. It just feels good.
He moves inside them, and Kurt feels his cock shifting against their palm, right through their stomach, and they sob with pleasure into Naseer's neck. Their fingers find his thick curly hair, holding on for dear life as Corrigan's trusts start getting deeper, harder. The wolf shudders happily at the tug to his hair. He's counting the seconds until he too gets to fuck the eager little human, arching so pretty and needy into all of their hands caressing their body.
Naseer reaches further down, guiding Kurt's fingers to their own cock, so hard and hot to the touch between their spread legs. The human sobs at just the brush of their hand to it.
"Yes! Hah—! I w-will, I will, please," they babble, not comprehending what they're agreeing to, what they're pleading for. How could such a tiny human survive taking all five of them, when just one feels so good? Their cock is throbbing, sensitive, slick where they've been leaking, so close to bursting already. Something about everyone touching them all at once, the scent of them all lingering thick in the warm sunny air, the promise that the whole pack will take turns to make them feel like this makes Kurt feel like they could live in this pleasure forever.
Normally Corrigan prides himself on his stamina, but it may very well be just seconds before he finishes, before he knots the little human moaning and shuddering beneath him. They feel perfect, taking him over and over again, right to the hilt, tight and hot and blissful around his cock. He never wants to leave, wants to live in the mind-blowing pleasure of breeding his mate for the rest of his life.
But his brothers are being so patient, even as they nuzzle and kiss and caress Kurt’s body, their hands roaming everywhere, stroking along their shivering stomach and spread thighs and heaving chest. Only their neck remains off-limits, no wolf going near the place Corrigan will put his claiming mark. The urge to do that, to make it immediately visible who Kurt belongs to, soon takes precedent above all else.
The long, deep, rhythmic thrusts pick up speed, Corrigan barely pulling back before pounding back inside the young human. His hands clutch at their hips, leaving bright marks as he yanks them down to meet each thrust, deeper and harder and faster. The pack senses the change, resuming their grip on Kurt’s shivering arms and legs, holding them still again. Taking the alpha’s cock is one thing, but taking his knot is something else entirely. Even members of the pack had to build up to it, had to practice for weeks.
But this is their mate. Corrigan knows in his marrow that Kurt was made for their pack, for everything they had to give, pleasure and attention and passion. So he reaches up, caressing their cheek, bringing their attention back to him. "Don't be afraid," he breathes out, roughly, eyes gone black, teeth bared, more animal than man. But his touch on their face stays gentle, loving. "I'm going to knot you now, little mate, and it may hurt, but I know you can do it. You can take it, for me, for us. For your pack." He groans, whole body shuddering, knot beginning to swell, but he keeps his eyes locked with Kurt's. "For your alpha."
Even without the five pairs of hands immobilizing them, pinning them down against sun-warmed grass, Kurt would still be powerless to fight the waves of pleasure that crash over them. Corrigan starts pounding into them in earnest, yanking their hips down against his own again and again and again, and it makes them see stars every single time. It's the most addicting feeling, the purest ecstasy, enough to completely lose themself within.
When their eyes finally manage to focus on him again, seeing his features all animal and distorted, Kurt feels an initial stab of fright in their gut. He looks like he's moments from tearing their throat out. There's no wonder humans fear beastfolk.
It's a crying shame, Kurt thinks as they're fucked into the grass at a merciless pace, that humans won't ever know the heights of pleasure wolfmen like Corrigan can take them to. Won't ever know the warmth of their touch, the tender care they take of their mates. Kurt is so lucky.
They don't know what a knot is, or why it will hurt, and they can't even form the words to ask. All they can do is cry and sob their pleasure at the midday sun, nodding fervently the whole time. Corrigan said—alpha said—they can do it, they can take it, and so they will. They won't be afraid. They will do anything for their alpha.
Just as he starts swelling, his growing knot colliding with their virgin hole over and over, the little human hurtles over the edge with a near-howling wail, unable to hold back anymore. Kurt seizes as they come, throwing their head back, baring their throat for him and spilling wave after wave of come all over themself. Rather than the tight shuddering squeeze of orgasm making it harder for Corrigan's knot to slip inside, Kurt's little body becomes more pliant and welcoming than ever. They're ready to take him. They're ready to become his.
Even if Corrigan weren't at the very peak of his pleasure, the sight and sound of Kurt coming beneath him, mostly untouched, just from the sheer bliss of being bred -- that would've been enough. The snarl he lets out is earthshaking, rumbling and resonant and ending in his knot sliding inside his mate and swelling in place, in the sudden gushing heat of his release filling the tiny human, in his fangs finding that place where Kurt's neck and shoulder meet and biting down hard.
The bright tang of their blood is like sunshine, the scent of their pleasure addictive like no drug could be, and for a moment there's nobody in the world but the two of them. Corrigan keeps his teeth in place as his come pumps Kurt full, so much more than any human, enough to swell their flat stomach slightly. His knot keeps every drop in place, an ancient instinct to claim, to mate, to breed satisfied at last.
Eventually Corrigan is aware of the others -- Naseer still nuzzling the opposite side of Kurt's neck, where his own mark will be, Kai dragging his tongue over a bitemark he's left on the human's chest, Leo eagerly lapping up their come from their stomach, and Benji hazy-eyed and shivering, having come untouched at the same time as his alpha. The youngest wolf looks somewhat ashamed, cheeks flushing, but Corrigan reaches out to touch his thigh, squeeze it reassuringly. He'll have time to recover.
Because, for the moment, the alpha is sated, everything in him warm and pleased and satisfied. He slides his teeth free of Kurt's neck, drags his tongue over the perfect puncture wounds a couple times, encouraging them to clot, to heal. To scar. His knot is already going down, his body aware that the rest of the pack needs a turn, but he pauses long enough to nuzzle affectionately at Kurt's nose, kiss their panting mouth with his bloodstained one. "Did that feel good, my little mate?" he murmurs sweetly, almost a purr. "Are you ready for Naseer to take you next, breed you again?"
It should be the worst, most mind-shattering pain they've ever experienced. It should utterly break the illusion that this is pleasurable and consensual and good, it should knock the little human back down to earth and put the fear of God in them, as five beastmen defile them in the worst way possible.
But alpha knots them, alpha bites his claim into their neck, alpha fills them full to bursting with his spend, and all Kurt can feel is bliss. This must be what Heaven feels like, a brutal mix of pleasure and pain that transcends mere sensation, a full-body feeling of being loved and taken, of coming home. It really is like they were born to do this, to be the pack's chosen mate, their circumstances be damned. This is what they were made for.
Even the taste of their own blood on Corrigan's lips doesn't shock them out of their blissful state, shaking apart and sobbing for breath and whimpering with loss as they feel alpha's knot shrinking inside them. They want to stay like this forever. Aching, bleeding, throbbing, taking alpha's cock for the rest of their life.
Until, of course, Corrigan brings up the others. They seem to wake up a little, blinking dumbstruck up at the wolf, eyes enormous and glazed with pain and need and tears. Then they look to Naseer. Then to Kai, and Leo, and Benji. The sight of each of them, so eager to breed the little human, to claim them just as Corrigan had, makes Kurt's heart pound against their ribs. Impossibly, a coil of arousal winds through them once more. "Y-Yes," they breathe, reaching for Corrigan first, hands shakily cupping and caressing his cheeks before they turn to Naseer, fingers clumsily running through his hair, like they're so overwhelmed with choice they just want everything, right now. "P-Please, I want that, I w-want to be bred again, I— please, I want to take a-all of you, please don't stop!"
Corrigan laughs, a spent, pleased rumble of sound, kissing the bright, tender mark on Kurt’s neck once more. Then he's reluctantly shifting away, ignoring the disgruntled emotions it prompts. Instinct demands he stay with his mate, that he breeds them again and again, but a good alpha isn't greedy. Besides, by the time the rest of the pack is sated, he'll be ready to go again.
So he slowly slides his softening cock free, petting at Kurt’s trembling thighs as he does. "Shhh, just a moment, you won't be empty long, little one," he soothes, smugly proud at the amount of come spilling onto the grass. Kurt may not be a wolf, may not have the instinctive urge to not lose any of their alpha’s spend, but being suddenly empty must be uncomfortable.
So he gently guides the shivering human to their hands and knees, keeping a hand under their rounded stomach to steady them, get them into the right position for what he has in mind. Unlike his claim, which must be made unchallenged, only him and his mate, the rest of the pack can...simultaneously enjoy Kurt’s perfect, pliant body. They'll take turns knotting them, of course, but if they're going to satisfy the entire pack, it's high time they learn to multitasking.
So, pressing down on Kurt’s shoulders, lifting their hips, Corrigan shoots Naseer a bemused smirk. "Your turn, brother of mine. You don't mind if Kai and Leo start training their mouth while you fuck them, do you?"
It's only the promise of being filled once more that keeps Kurt from complaining too much, whimpering as Corrigan slips out of them and eases them onto all fours. He came so much inside them. So much is leaking out, spilling down their trembling thighs to pool underneath them, hot and thick and slow. They want to feel more, want to feel all five of them come inside, feel they're spend marbling as it trickles down their legs.
The suggestion of taking one of them in their mouth makes Kurt gasp, a sharp little noise, looking up to see both Kai and Leo looming over them. Neither are as big and thick and long as alpha, but they're both still massive, making the human blush scarlet. They're supposed to fit a cock like that in their mouth? Would that even be possible?
Naseer seems to think so, chuckling low in his chest as he takes his place beside his alpha. "Of course I don't, brother," he says as he gropes Kurt's ass, groaning at the way Corrigan left them, wet and tender and gaping for him. As much as he wants to bury his tongue inside them, make them scream for him, Naseer isn't in the mood to fight anyone for their ass. So he guides his cock inside them instead, relishing in the loud, long moan that escapes them as they're slowly filled back up. "As long as the boys don't mind fighting over who gets to fuck their virgin throat first."
It's hard to believe that the fearful, trembling, teary-eyed youth of less than an hour ago is the same one that's even now pushing eagerly back against Naseer, so desperate to be filled again that there isn't a moment of hesitation. Corrigan knows damn well the pack is running a serious risk of creating a demanding, needy slut of a mate -- and he couldn't be prouder.
Laughing softly, he nuzzles at Naseer's shoulder, over the faint scar there -- his mark from years before. They all bear it, in one place or another, signs of their alpha, their king. Only Kurt has it on their neck, though, easily seen as Corrigan gathers their hair and gently, firmly, guides them forward. "I don't think the boy's have ever turned down a fight," he teases, his other hand coming to cradle Kurt’s chin. "Open wide, sweetheart, show them what they're fighting for."
Before Kurt can comply, Kai's already elbowing Leo hard in the ribs, prompting a brief, ferocious tussle that ends (as usual) with Kai doing something not strictly honorable -- in this case, jabbing Leo hard in the ribs and making him curl up like a shrimp -- and coming out the winner. Corrigan is used to this, rolling his eyes at Naseer, then gently pinching Kurt’s cheeks, prompting them to open their mouth wider. "Go slow," he instructs Kai firmly, smelling the barely-contained lust and urge to breed emanating from the younger wolf. "If you hurt them, I'm tearing your dick off."
Kai salutes, earning him a kick in the back of one leg by Leo, whose sulking is being consoled by Benji. The two nuzzle, kiss, curled up together in the grass with the reckless abandon of creatures who've never been ashamed of physical touch. Even Corrigan is momentarily distracted, though he turns his attention back to Kurt quickly. "Breathe through your nose," he instructs in a soft voice. "And arch your back so Naseer doesn't jostle you too much. They'll both be gentle until you're ready to take it harder, don't be afraid. Open your mouth nice and wide, show Kai how much you want him in your throat..."
"That's right, little dove, don't be afraid. We'll take care of you," Naseer rumbles, his grip on the human's hips firm to the point of bruising as they ease themself into position, just like alpha instructed. He can feel them struggling, desperate to rock back onto his cock again and again, and he's not letting them. Not just for their own safety either—Corrigan meant what he said, of course, none of them wish to hurt their little mate—but because he wants to tease.
Where Corrigan is measured but precise, building steadily to that deep, rhythmic pounding that had Kurt wailing for him, Naseer is languid. He draws out everything, long and slow and deep and constant, not stopping for even a moment. Their little mate won't know much respite in the coming days and months and years. Naseer sees no reason to go easy on them first time around.
Of course, even demanding, needy sluts need their training. For all their eager, desperate bucking and highpitched whines for more, Kurt is still wide-eyed and trembling, staring up at Kai as the much bigger man eases his thick cock past their lips. Naseer can feel it in their whole body, the nerves and anticipation both making them tense up, shuddering, barely held back from lunging forward and hurting themself. "Shhh, there you go... Listen to your alpha, sweet little thing, do as he says. Nice and wide for Kai, there you go," Naseer purrs, still holding them firmly, still rolling his hips slow and steady, fucking the whining little human deep.
He can't quite help himself from bending down and nuzzling his face against their claiming bite, still hot and tender at the base of their neck, still smelling like alpha and power and their bright blood. It's impossible to resist running his tongue over the fresh bite mark, encouraging it to clot and heal and scar, the perfect reminder of who they belong to for the rest of their life. "I can't wait to put my own mark on you, pretty. Right next to his. Would you like that? A pretty collar of claims around your sweet neck?" He chuckles right in their ear when they whine around Kai's cock, their little body and mind both so overwhelmed with pleasure. "Good. You're doing so good. If he hurts you, you're allowed to use your teeth," Naseer adds, loud enough for Kai to hear.
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Date: 2023-04-07 02:46 am (UTC)But it's not a marauder. It's not a human. It's not even just one. We, he says, grinning triumphantly, only for four more feral wolfmen to emerge from every direction, utterly surrounding them. Kurt shrieks as they're grabbed from behind, then from the front, two enormous humanoid wolves manhandling them and breathing in their scent without a care for their cries.
This is how they die. They're certain of it. Heedlessly walking into a pack of feral werewolves and becoming their dinner. "N-No! Please, stop! L-Let go of me!" they cry, struggling and writhing in Kai's firm grasp, kicking at Benji's strong legs, feeling tears welling up as nothing seems to work. They're too small, nowhere near strong enough. They're going to die.
"Oh, but you're frightening them, boys," Naseer all but purrs, stalking close and running a clawed hand up the length of their pinned arm, over the collar of their modest dress, buttoned up so tall and tight the lace comes up to their jaw. The smell of their tears is intoxicating. It's only Naseer's age that keeps him from going into rut just being near them—if only barely. "Besides, it's not your turn yet. You both know your place."
A pointed reminder that alpha alone gets the first taste of their prize.
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Date: 2023-04-07 04:27 am (UTC)Turning his gaze to the struggling, tearful little human, Corrigan shakes his head slightly in sadness. "You think we're going to devour you, don't you, little prey?" He moves forward slowly, as Kai and Benjamin adjust their grips, each gripping one of the trembling youth's arms and legs, scooping them clear off the ground. Leo steps forward as well, holding their waist from behind, all three beast men eager for their alphas approval. As tempting as the modestly-covered little human is, the urge to please Corrigan outweighs it.
So their prey is held still, helpless to do anything but submit to Corrigan’s huge hands slowly reaching out, stroking over the layers of fabric, mapping out the shape of the human's shivering body. "That's what they tell you in that settlement, isn't it? Beware the savage ferals, or they'll snatch you and gobble you up."
Exchanging a grin with the other wolves, Corrigan grips two handfuls of the thick, voluminous skirt and slowly, effortlessly, starts to rip it open, exposing the young human's legs, inch by inch. "Well, we're certainly going to enjoy you. But in a much...much more pleasant way."
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Date: 2023-04-07 09:24 am (UTC)Until he starts shredding their skirt, layers of calico and wool splitting effortlessly in his grasp, slowly revealing Kurt's pale legs. Their eyes widen, pulse spiking, before their kicking and screaming picks up in earnest, making even three grown beast men struggle to keep them upright. "No! P-Please, please don't, anything but th-that!" Their desperate voice splits the cool afternoon air, tears streaming down their face, turning bright red under all those freckles.
If he keeps going, if he's serious about this, he'll soon see that Kurt is far from the maiden girl he must assume they are. He will be furious, he will hurt them, they all will, they will die terrified and humiliated and alone in the darkened woods, they don't want to die like this—!
"Shhh, sweet little one," Naseer hums, pressing closer, running a hand over their writhing stomach while the other smooths over Corrigan's back, fingers tangling in his fur. He urges his brother, his alpha, to keep going. With every inch of skin exposed, more of their scent is revealed, and he can tell the younger wolves are struggling to control themselves. Benji's eyes are turning black with desire, even Leo's carefree attitude is starting to slip. Naseer can feel his own grip on control starting to slip, claws hitching on the belt tied so tightly around their tiny waist. "Don't fight this. We're going to show you pleasure the likes of which you never thought possible."
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Date: 2023-04-07 02:26 pm (UTC)Their beautiful, soft, untouched body. Corrigan grips two handfuls of their lacy blouse as well, tears it open, scattering buttons onto the ground, disappearing in the grass. There's a collective sound of barely-contained longing among the wolves as their prize is laid bare, neck to ankles, pale and trembling and unaware of how much pleasure their own body can give them.
Corrigan strokes his hands leisurely up the human's spread legs, over their bared hips and stomach and chest, learning their shape for the first time. "We've been waiting a long time for you, little one," he murmurs, claws dragging lightly over the barely-visible scattering of freckles. "We won't hurt you."
"Except in a fun way," Kai adds, even his usual teasing tone thick with desire. The others chuckle breathlessly, only loyalty to their alpha keeping them from also caressing their captive.
Corrigan is tempted to just claim the human there, held open by his brothers, waiting for him. But he glances around, sees a patch of grass in the sun, thinks of the long lazy afternoons to come where this human will service and pleasure and be doted on by the wolves, taken leisurely in the bright outdoors without the shame and fear of their youth. "Take them over there," he commands, nodding towards the soft, mossy sunlit patch. "I want to claim them in the light."
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Date: 2023-04-07 04:13 pm (UTC)But he's somehow still gentle with them, clawed hands so so careful as they explore Kurt's trembling body, his voice a low tender rumble. He promises they won't hurt them. Kurt doesn't believe him. How could they? He's a beast.
But he sounds true all the same... like he really has waited so long for them to cross his path. Him and all the rest of them. The sight of their naked body doesn't deter him either. Like the shape of them doesn't matter. Like they're good enough just as they are.
"N-No, please, please," they cry and beg, still frightened no matter how gentle he is. The stranger intends to claim them right here in the sunny patch they're carried into, not even the warm softness of moss and mayflowers easing their pounding heart as they're laid down by the beast men. Kurt has never even known the touch of a man, and now they're going to lose their innocence to a wolf, only for the rest of them, all five of them, want a go with them too.
Perhaps death would be a better fate after all.
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Date: 2023-04-07 04:52 pm (UTC)Naseer, at least, understands the brutal way the human settlements treat their young, the rigidity they enforce from their earliest days to keep them fearful and submissive. He understands how those ingrained terrors can manifest any time something unnatural gets too close. He reaches out to take the human's wrists pin them firmly to the soft grass, gentle and careful, but unyielding.
"You have nothing to fear," Corrigan murmurs again, feeling the warm sun on his back as he kneels over the trembling youth, breathes in their sweet scent, the tears and sweat and struggle laced with panic. He knows that'll change, that as soon as the pleasure comes, that'll be all the human will feel. He nuzzles into the crook of their neck, mouthing at the place his bite will mark them, claim them, make them part of his pack. Nothing about this is unnatural -- and soon this nameless, fearful, haunted human will realize that.
Which reminds him -- Corrigan pauses, pulling back and meeting those teary bright eyes with his deep dark ones. "Tell me your name, little one."
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Date: 2023-04-07 05:36 pm (UTC)Wolves don't cause harm the way people do.
Kurt's struggles against Naseer's unmoving grip start waning as their treacherous body warms to the alpha's touch, to his hot mouth against their skin, his wet tongue over their pulse. They have to squeeze their thighs together as they feel the first stirrings of arousal. It's not fair. They don't want this. They don't. But the wolf's careful mouth and gentle hands and low, rumbling voice makes their breath come out heavy and hot, their cheeks going bright red.
"P-Please... My name is K-Kurt, please, please don't hurt me..." The thrill of knowing their name is dampened by their fear. Naseer looks up at his alpha, wordlessly begging him to do something, so ease the poor thing's misery. It's not their fault they fear what's coming, when they—as all humans—were raised on lies.
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Date: 2023-04-07 06:28 pm (UTC)Bared like this, he can see old bruises, marks left to undercut the cruel words that have no doubt been hurtled at Kurt all their life. The younger wolves don't understand, but Corrigan and Naseer grew up close enough to humans to know -- anyone who's different is treated with exceptional cruelty. And Kurt is different. Their skirts and soft hair, the shape of their body they try to hide, their lone venture into the woods -- it speaks of things that make Corrigan’s heart ache. So he leans back, enough to rest his forehead against Kurt’s, letting them breathe him in, feel the warmth and strength of his presence.
"You're safe," he murmurs, hands coming up to stroke the sides of their teary face. He feels, more than sees Naseer doing the same, thumbs stroking over Kurt’s delicate wrists, holding their hands more than restraining them. Kai has one of their legs, Leo the other, and each follows their alpha’s lead, nuzzling and soothing the trembling muscles with their big, warm hands. Benjamin, at a loss for a moment, eventually settles for gathering Kurt's hair gently out of the way, clumsy but careful. The concentrated caresses of all five speak wordlessly of their happiness, their delight, their desire.
But like any hunt, the prey has to surrender. There's always a moment when it does, when the understanding comes and they let go. Until Kurt is there, Corrigan won't move forward.
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Date: 2023-04-07 07:17 pm (UTC)In all of their hands. More than pinning them down so the eldest can have his way with them, the wolfmen all seem to be caressing them now, big warm hands impossibly gentle with every part of Kurt's body. There's still fear, of course there is, even if they believe his words, but it gets increasingly hard to remain fearful when they're so overwhelmed with touch. They shiver, resisting for a beat longer, hard-taught lessons still ringing in their ears. Nudity is shameful. Touch is shameful. Pleasure is shameful.
They are shameful.
But... if being touched all over like this is shameful, why does it feel so good? The hands at their calves, ankles, the soles of their feet, their wrists and palms, their neck, their tear-streaked face, the fingers playing so gently with their hair... Kurt closes their eyes, letting out a shaky breath, letting the wolf's words drown out the shame they have been taught to feel. They're safe, they're safe, no one will hurt them...
Naseer feels them relaxing under his paws, a warm smile spreading over his face. "There you go... Just like that, you're perfect, little one," he murmurs, silky and warm, threading his fingers through theirs. Their hands are so tiny and pale within his own. As soon as the human stops crying, Benji seems to relax too, the eager pup looking between Kurt and Corrigan with hope and excitement all over his face. He wants to see his alpha at work.
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Date: 2023-04-07 07:40 pm (UTC)"Good," Corrigan murmurs, leaning forward and pressing his mouth to Kurt’s, slow and deep and hot. He tastes their anxious, curious, confused desire, can feel it starting to lace through their scent, and he smiles as he pulls away. "Just lie back and let me enjoy you," he breathes, kissing their chin, their throat. "Let us take care of you."
The warm air changes slightly, charged with Corrigan’s intention -- now that the little human isn't fighting, he wastes no more time. He can feel his brothers just barely holding back, respect for their alpha warring with desire, can smell their desire in the air. Like any hunt, he gets the first bite, first chance to savor the delicacy laid out on the fresh green grass.
But he'll allow them to participate, being a benevolent alpha. Naseer has Kurt’s hands and, on either side of the little human, Kai and Leo guide their legs towards their chest, bending at the knee, then spreading them open. Like this, Corrigan can easily lean down and slide his tongue over their untouched, virgin hole, taking his time, letting the other wolves watch. "Perfect," he all but growls, fingers digging into Kurt's pale ass and spreading it wide so he can thoroughly prepare them. He doesn't bother being quiet -- and he doesn't care if Kurt does either. Let the entire forest hear the pleasure he brings. Let them all envy.
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Date: 2023-04-07 08:07 pm (UTC)They make another strange noise then, one of baffled surprise, choked and sharp in their pale throat. The young wolves don't think twice about it, of course, as they all enjoy each other this way, but Kurt is completely bewildered by the sensation.
That... should not feel this good. It should be filthy, disgusting, the lowest of lows, but feeling the alpha's tongue laving their virgin hole is just amazing. It's hot, slick, sensual, and when that long tongue burrows inside them, they cry out with pleasure, startling a flock of birds perched in a nearby oak tree. Kurt can feel their cock stirring between their legs, twitching against their stomach, heat coiling low in their gut unlike any pleasure they've ever felt.
Shamefully touching themself under the cover of night never felt this good. They squeeze Naseer's long fingers, they press into Benji's caressing hands, they don't fight it when Kai and Leo spread their legs wider, watching with rapt attention as Corrigan prepares the little human for his cock. They really are tiny. He must be diligent, so he won't hurt them when the time comes.
"Easy," Naseer growls as a warning, voice just a touch shaky with desire as he sees how hard Benji and Kai are getting, their eyes darkening with lust, drool wetting their chins. It's getting hard even for Naseer to hold back, especially when the human writhes and arches with pleasure rather than fear, when they sound so good enjoying themself, even in their confusion. Corrigan better hurry, or some of these kids are gonna get pinned to the ground.
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Date: 2023-04-08 12:17 am (UTC)Kai's gone quiet, which is unlike him, eyes fixed on where Corrigan’s long, lithe tongue is curling and pressing inside the human's body, working them open. The beastmen have claws on each finger, even in their humanoid forms, and while being scratched up is nothing for one of them, taking fingers inside could hurt Kurt. They're so soft, so fragile. Kai leans closer, teasing his tongue around one of their pert pink nipples, unable to resist.
Corrigan allows this, even glancing at Leo to give him permission to mirror Kai's movements. As long as he's the one who gets his cock inside Kurt first, he doesn't mind if the rest of the pack plays with them. It might even help, the overwhelming pleasure dulling any discomfort.
And Kurt is so beautifully responsive, relaxing and opening beneath Corrigan’s skilled tongue, moaning and arching prettily in the grass. "Touch them," the alpha commands raggedly, feeling his cock slip free of it's sheath, heavy and slick. "'seer, Benji. Make them moan for you. They're ours, don't be afraid to touch."
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Date: 2023-04-08 01:09 am (UTC)To his delight, Kurt immediately surrenders to the kiss, parting their lips for him without thinking, still gasping and moaning and whimpering into his mouth. They're so overwhelmed with touch, hands and mouths all over them, inside of them, ravaging every spot that makes them senseless with desire. They never thought they could feel this good.
The beastman told the truth. None of them would harm them. Kurt barely remembers why they resisted in the first place.
While the pack plays with their pretty new toy, Naseer is left holding their hands, fingers gently squeezing theirs while he monitors everyone else, making sure no one oversteps. It's a testament to his willpower that, even when panting and unsheathing and aching, his loyalty to Corrigan never wavers.
In lieu of toying with Kurt, he leans in close, locking eyes with his alpha while murmuring filthy nothings in their ear, grinning the whole time: "You're doing so good, little one, what a perfect toy you are, moaning so pretty for us. We want to hear you scream your pleasure, little dove, scream when he gives you his cock, and he'll take you to heights of pleasure you thought impossible. That's it, go on, little one, scream for us..."
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Date: 2023-04-08 03:01 am (UTC)Unlike the restrictive, rigid roles of the humans, werewolf groups of young adults often designated one member who would serve as a sort of group submissive partner. Rut could strike any wolf of any gender, and enduring these periods without a warm, sweet body to relieve one's self could be brutal. Corrigan’s pack had been seeking someone just like that for a while, especially once their ruts began syncing together.
True, it was rarer for the group mate to be a different species, but it wasn't unheard of. Corrigan knew groups that had claimed humans or elves or other beasts of the deep woods. All that mattered was that willingness to submit, to service, to give and accept pleasure. And Kurt could certainly do that, their beautiful, soft, smooth body quivering and moaning beneath the amorous attention of the five wolves. Their virgin hole was soft, eager, hungry, as Corrigan slowly licked over it once more, then pulled back.
Sparing a brief, fervent caress of Naseer's face -- the only one beside Kurt he'd touch, at least until the youth was claimed -- Corrigan sat back and gripped the thick base of his long, flared cock, gliding his fist over the slick, heated flesh. "It's time, little one," he murmured, prompting the others to pause in their affections. Kai and Leo slid their big hands under Kurt's slender hips, lifting them, presenting their shivering small body to the alph.
"Take it," Corrigan all but growled, guiding his cock to press at Kurt's tender hole, then slide inside them, inch by gradual inch, filling them for the first time "Take your place in the pack..."
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Date: 2023-04-08 07:35 am (UTC)Kurt watches with rapt attention as Corrigan guides his long, thick, inhuman cock to their hole, their hand squeezing Naseer's without thinking, another hand finding Benji's hair. They expect it to hurt. It must. They were always taught that, even with a human cock like theirs, sex is painful and bad, a necessary evil to create life.
Those lessons couldn't have been more wrong. With his focused preparation, Corrigan slides inside without resistance, slick and slow, that massive cock disappearing inside them. And Kurt does as Naseer demanded, crying their pleasure into the woods, a shrill sound of surprise and delight and bliss. Their fingers squeeze tightly—Benji shudders wildly from the tug at his nape—their legs spread wider—without Kai or Leo's help—and their cries grow louder the deeper Corrigan sinks into them. He's so massive, their flat stomach starts bulging at the intrusion. He fits perfectly.
"Y-Yes! Yes, please, o-oh, please!" they cry, pleading, barely filled for the very first time and already demanding more. Naseer beams, watching his alpha claim their new mate, heart singing with pride. Kurt will fit right into the pack. Their place was always here with them.
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Date: 2023-04-09 12:28 am (UTC)"So, so good, so good," he praises again and again, hands finding their hips, lifting them up and pulling them closer, watching them take inch after inch of his cock, watching as he finally comes to rest, buried to the hilt. Corrigan could easily come like this, could let his control lapse and release inside his mate without even needing to move. His claws leave tiny pinprick marks on Kurt's smooth, pale flesh as he rocks his hips gently, watches as his cock shifts visibly inside the small human.
Naseer sees Corrigan’s fascination, guiding Kurt’s hand down to settle on the bulge rounding out their shivering stomach. "There," he murmurs against the youth's tousled hair. "Feel him inside you? Feel how well you take him?"
Corrigan obligingly rocks his hips again, groaning thickly at the feeling of even shallowly thrusting inside Kurt. The other wolves reach out as well, caressing their mate's belly, their alpha’s cock shifting inside, then stroking over their shuddering, sweat-slick body. Corrigan’s voice us soft, rough: "You'll take him next. Naseer. You'll take us all, just as perfectly." A deeper, harder thrust, his hips smacking against Kurt's ass. "You were made for this. Made for us."
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Date: 2023-04-09 09:18 am (UTC)He moves inside them, and Kurt feels his cock shifting against their palm, right through their stomach, and they sob with pleasure into Naseer's neck. Their fingers find his thick curly hair, holding on for dear life as Corrigan's trusts start getting deeper, harder. The wolf shudders happily at the tug to his hair. He's counting the seconds until he too gets to fuck the eager little human, arching so pretty and needy into all of their hands caressing their body.
Naseer reaches further down, guiding Kurt's fingers to their own cock, so hard and hot to the touch between their spread legs. The human sobs at just the brush of their hand to it.
"Yes! Hah—! I w-will, I will, please," they babble, not comprehending what they're agreeing to, what they're pleading for. How could such a tiny human survive taking all five of them, when just one feels so good? Their cock is throbbing, sensitive, slick where they've been leaking, so close to bursting already. Something about everyone touching them all at once, the scent of them all lingering thick in the warm sunny air, the promise that the whole pack will take turns to make them feel like this makes Kurt feel like they could live in this pleasure forever.
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Date: 2023-04-10 01:24 am (UTC)But his brothers are being so patient, even as they nuzzle and kiss and caress Kurt’s body, their hands roaming everywhere, stroking along their shivering stomach and spread thighs and heaving chest. Only their neck remains off-limits, no wolf going near the place Corrigan will put his claiming mark. The urge to do that, to make it immediately visible who Kurt belongs to, soon takes precedent above all else.
The long, deep, rhythmic thrusts pick up speed, Corrigan barely pulling back before pounding back inside the young human. His hands clutch at their hips, leaving bright marks as he yanks them down to meet each thrust, deeper and harder and faster. The pack senses the change, resuming their grip on Kurt’s shivering arms and legs, holding them still again. Taking the alpha’s cock is one thing, but taking his knot is something else entirely. Even members of the pack had to build up to it, had to practice for weeks.
But this is their mate. Corrigan knows in his marrow that Kurt was made for their pack, for everything they had to give, pleasure and attention and passion. So he reaches up, caressing their cheek, bringing their attention back to him. "Don't be afraid," he breathes out, roughly, eyes gone black, teeth bared, more animal than man. But his touch on their face stays gentle, loving. "I'm going to knot you now, little mate, and it may hurt, but I know you can do it. You can take it, for me, for us. For your pack." He groans, whole body shuddering, knot beginning to swell, but he keeps his eyes locked with Kurt's. "For your alpha."
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Date: 2023-04-10 09:43 am (UTC)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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Date: 2023-04-10 08:01 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2023-04-10 08:39 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2023-04-11 01:56 am (UTC)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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Date: 2023-04-11 05:28 am (UTC)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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Date: 2023-04-11 07:45 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2023-04-15 11:51 pm (UTC)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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