"Mmmm, you're going to make me blush, brother," Naseer coos, beaming at his alpha, watching him gently and dutifully caressing their pretty little mate as he fucks them. From the keening noises they make, the shivering of their body, they must be utterly dumbfounded with pleasure. And they are. Kurt is so overwhelmed with pleasure and attention and adoring, filthy words, that it's a wonder they're still upright. In fact, if it weren't for the massive cocks filling them from either end, they may have collapsed in a heap in the warm grass, unable to move even an inch.
It feels so good, feeling Naseer fucking them all the way into their stomach, feeling Kai trembling with effort to hold back, feeling Corrigan's big hands playing with them, even though they aren't servicing him anymore. Like he finds pleasure in watching them get fucked. He praises them, encourages them, tells them to surrender to pleasure, surrender to being used.
And they do. Kai's thick cock slips into their throat, cutting off all air, and the brief moment of fear and panic is immediately soothed by Corrigan's reassuring words, Naseer's purr of triumph, the thunderous growl of pleasure coming from Kai at the tight, convulsing squeeze. It all makes them feel so good, even as their lungs ache, even as their vision blurs with tears. This really is what they were made for. Corrigan is right. Alpha is right.
For being their first time, Naseer is stunned it takes as long as it does for Kurt to lurch backwards, gagging and coughing and fighting for breath after several long seconds choking on Kai. What's perhaps even more surprising is Kurt sucking down lungfuls of air, bracing their little body, before diving back in, wrapping those full lips around Kai's cock all by themself and taking him back inside. They stare up at the younger wolf, their big eyes adoring and beseeching him to teach them more, to use them more, and Naseer rewards their earnest desire to service them by reaching around, closing his fingers around Kurt's neglected cock, not wanting to jostle their body too much by pounding into them the way he yearns to. "Good, good, you're so good for us, little one. Make him come down your throat, beloved, make him feel so good, j-just like that, take it, take it—"
For a moment, the protective side of Corrigan wars with the side that wants to see Kurt breathless and wrecked -- and that's the side that wins, as they lunge forward to get Kai down their throat again. "Good, so good," Corrigan murmurs, partially to the little human, partially to his packmates, who are being so careful, so cautious.
Especially Kai, who is normally the picture of recklessness, heedless of his surroundings. He's not clumsy like Benji, he just barrels through life like a torpedo, demanding that the world step aside for him. But now he's just barely rocking his hips, letting the softness of Kurt's lips, the tight squeeze of their throat bring him go the edge, rather than relying on going hard and fast, like he usually does. And it's working, the big beastly man shuddering and swearing under his breath, hand clutching at Kurt's hair before he can stop himself.
"Sorry, sorry, you're just -- they're so--" Kai breaks off in a wordless growl as Kurt swallows around his cock, throwing his head back and begging, "Alpha, can I, can I please--"
Corrigan presses a kiss to Naseer's shoulder, then moves to nuzzle against Kai, soothing and affectionate. "Go ahead, come down their throat, let them see how good they make you feel." The alpha reaches out, cradles Kurt's chin again, holding then still as Kai surrenders to his pleasure, releasing into the little human's throat, then pulling back to fill their mouth and, finally, to spill the last of his spend over their flushed, freckled face, painting their cheeks, the bridge of their nose, their parted lips.
Corrigan can feel his own arousal kicking back up at the sight of their pretty blushing mate with Kai's come all over their face. He lifts his gaze to meet Naseer's, tugging Kai into his arms, his eyes dark and hungry. "They did very well, brother. I think they deserve to see just how hard you can fuck them, before you reward them with your mark. Don't you?"
Kai is so gentle with them, even as he fists his hand in their hair, even as he begs his alpha for permission to come, his hips quaking with effort to hold back. Even when he comes, spilling thick and hot down their throat, he is so careful not to hurt them, making the little human whine needily around him. They can feel his cock pulsing, throbbing in their throat, against their tongue, they can feel him releasing in near-endless waves, his spend settling heavy in their stomach.
He tastes good. Really good. He fills their mouth to bursting before splattering the rest over their face, just as hot and thick as the rest, and Kurt sobs as they swallow as much as they can—a tall task, too tall, some of his come spilling past their lips and trickling down their chin. They can get truly addicted to this taste, this sensation, rich and heady and seductive. That's to say nothing of all the attention, the praise, which is already going to their little head.
They did very well. They're so good. They deserve a reward.
"I do, brother," Naseer says, grinning at his alpha, but even his calm exterior is starting to show cracks from such a delicious display. His eyes are black with need, his grin as shaky as his hands, gripping the sobbing, shivering, beguiling little human with barely restrained hunger. As soon as Corrigan cradles Kai close and gives his permission, Naseer starts pounding into them, hips colliding with their ass over and over as he fucks more of those delectable cries out of them. Kai's cock has left their throat tender, their screams hoarse, which just makes him fuck them harder. There's no way he's going to let Kai outdo him. He'll show the pack why he's second in command.
Kurt is grabbing fistfuls of warm, wet grass, holding on for dear life, feeling every inch of Naseer's cock slamming into them again and again, reaching all the way into their stomach, heavy with Kai's spend. It's so much, it's too much, it's too good, their pleasure already building into another explosive climax, everyone's watching, everyone's going to see them come so hard again, it's too much. But when they instinctively try to hide their flushed, come-spattered face in the grass, Naseer twists a hand into their hair and yanks, forcing their hazy gaze back up, the pain making them cry louder. He's growling into their ear, they think, don't hide, let them see, let them all see how good you feel on my cock, and Kurt sobs as they come all over themself for the second time today. "P-Please, please, a-alpha—!"
Even after all these years, Corrigan still hasn't grown tired of watching Naseer fuck someone. There's something damn near artistic in it, the way his dark curls tumble into his face, the lithe, relentless movements of his beautiful body, how he never stops purring sweet, filthy words into his lover's ear. The only experience that can top it is being the one under Naseer.
Corrigan knows the others are watching just as raptly -- Leo, awaiting his turn patiently, Benji, who's already recovered and is anxiously ready to go, Kai, sprawling in the grass and catching his breath. They all know the bliss of being on the receiving end of Naseer's magnificent cock, and they're all eager to see Kurt come again. Corrigan doesn't dare look away, though, won't divide his attention from their human mate for even an instant.
One big hand comes up, cradling Kurt's chin, even as they're shuddering and sobbing and begging him -- for mercy, for more, he isn't quite certain. It doesn't really matter, as he doesn't imagine even they know. "Shhh, I'm here," he murmurs, thumbing away the mix of saliva and tears and come covering the little human's face. The gentle touch is a deliberate contrast to Naseer's tight grip on their hair, dominance and comfort blurring together. "You aren't nearly done yet, my sweet little mate. I told you, all of us will have a turn with you before you can rest."
There's a bemused, dark note in Corrigan’s voice as he catches Kurt's teary gaze with his own. "Naseer isn't letting you go until he's completely satisfied, and by then Kai will want his turn with your ass. You're going to take all our knots, come on them again and again, and you're going to love it." It's a command, a statement of absolute truth -- Kurt may beg and protest that its too much, but the wolves can smell their pleasure, their mindless carnal desire, and it only spurs them forward.
There will be no mercy for their little human, not today and not any day after. Any lingering thoughts of impropriety or modesty will be thoroughly obliterated by hours and hours of sheer physical overstimulated bliss.
It's only been mere moments since they came a second time, and Alpha's words are already making a third climax stir within them. They're not nearly done yet. They're going to take all of them, all of their knots, over and over. They're going to love it. Kurt can't honestly tell if the wet sob of a noise that escapes them at his command is one of delight or anguish. It's probably a little of both. Or it could be Naseer hitting a particular spot inside them with his massive cock plunging in and out of their shuddering body, making the little human see stars with every single powerful thrust.
Naseer can normally go for hours, which wouldn't bode well for his wailing little mate, nor for his brothers, impatiently pacing for their turn—Kai might still need some time to recover, though Leo would be more than happy to cut in line as payback. However, said wailing mate is taking his cock so well, squeezing so tight around him, crying their pleasure loud and bright and without shame. They smell intoxicating.
So it really is no wonder he goes the way of his Alpha, feeling his knot swelling much sooner than normal, pounding against their tender hole before it finally slips inside. It's almost a relief, hearing Kurt's cries turn shrill and pleading, knowing in his heart they already relish in the feeling. Their perfect little body was made for them. He finds himself unable to speak as he empties himself inside, breathless as he wrenches Kurt's head back further, baring their neck, and sinking his teeth into that supple flesh. Their blood is as bright as their cries.
"Aw, sweetheart, don't cry," Leo purrs, sidling up beside Corrigan with a playful grin on his face, a big hand gently brushing tears and come off their mate's bright red cheek. Kurt is openly sobbing, bleeding and in pain and overstimulated and desperately hard and not nearly done yet. "These old men can't keep you satisfied for long, huh? Shh, don't worry, baby. I'll have you next."
"Old men?!" Kai squawks from somewhere on the grass, aiming a kick at Leo that misses dramatically. Corrigan just rolls his eyes, too enraptured by the sight of Naseer's teeth sunk into Kurt's freckled neck, his beta's bite a perfect match to his own. His eyes catch Naseer's as the other wolf loosens his firm bite, licking away the little human's hot, sweet blood, ensuring the mark will scar just as deeply as Corrigan’s.
Leo had been grinning cheekily at Kai over one shoulder, but as soon as Naseer shifts backwards, testing whether his knot is ready to slip free of Kurt's shivering body, he's right there. He reaches out eagerly for the exhausted, hazy-eyed, whimpering little human, not giving the slick mix of Naseer and Corrigan’s spend a chance to drip down Kurt's shaking thighs. Leo's hard as he's been since they first cornered their mate, the only one that hasn't come yet, and his cock slides so perfectly inside Kurt as he tugs them into his arms.
"Perfect, sweetheart, so good," Leo nearly growls, pulling Kurt back into his lap, their back flush against his front, his arms strong and thicker than his brother's had been. Leo is shorter and thicker everywhere, from his shoulders to his stomach to the cock buried to the hilt inside Kurt, stretching them in new ways, not as long, but much, much thicker.
There's a little more buildup this time, Leo kissing across Kurt's bloodied shoulders, stroking their shivering stomach and flat chest, plucking at their pebbled nipples. Corrigan watches from his spot in the grass, Naseer warm and sated against his side, waiting for the inevitable. He knows his pack too well, knows that Kai won't take Leo cutting in line without a fight.
And he doesn't. Kai crawls over, cock stirring against his stomach, rises up on his knees and growling down at Leo. "If you're gonna cut in line, you're gonna share, dickhead," he grumbles, grabbing Kurt's legs and pushing them up and apart, hungrily eying where Leo's cock is buried inside them.
Leo doesn't even flinch, grinning over Kurt's shoulder and rocking his hips a couple times. "Whattya think, honey? Can you take me and this big dumbass at once?" He nuzzles at Kurt's neck, already reaching down to start working a finger in alongside his cock. "C’mon, let's give Alpha a show."
They're not empty for long. Leo is right there to ease them off of Naseer, his strong rugged arms right there to hold them, wrap them up nice and safe as he effortlessly slides his thick cock inside. For as frightened as they'd been of the wolfmen at first, now Kurt can't imagine going even a moment without one of them inside, without feeling a formidable cock stretching them wide open, without slick come filling them up and dripping out of every hole they have. It's sheer, unfettered bliss. It feels like coming home.
What had they been so scared of?
Perhaps it's the claiming bites messing with their head, or the effect of coming two times in quick succession, but Kurt is starting to feel strange all over. Being sore between their legs is no shock, given the poundings they've taken, but they're surprised to find just how tender their untouched chest feels. Leo's pinching lures startled squeaks from the little human, the sensation hot and inflamed, but shockingly not painful.
Just as their mind is changing to accept their new role—whatever that entails—their body must be changing too, not letting them truly feel all the pains of serving as the pack's mate. Why their chest, of all places, remains a mystery.
Another mystery is why they don't immediately balk at the idea of taking Leo and Kai at the same time. Kurt's hazy eyes fly open, trying to focus on Kai as he spreads their legs apart, their heart thudding against their ribs. He looks just as huge and imposing as he had fucking their throat, looking ready to devour them, but neither he nor the dangerous suggestion scares them. Surely they'll split apart if they try. Surely their body physically can't handle two thick wolf cocks at once.
But then they see Corrigan through the haze. Their Alpha sitting in the grass with Naseer blissfully curled up against him, patiently soothing the beta through the high of claiming. They see Corrigan watching with rapt attention, his interest obvious, hunger in his eyes.
Kurt whimpers hoarsely, one hand tangling in Leo's wild hair, the other pressing into Kai's chest, smoothing over the expanse of rippling muscle. Their touch is shaky but ravenous, urging both wolves to hurry. More than feeling good, Kurt so desperately wants to impress Alpha. "P-Please, yes, y-yes, want that, want— w-want both of you, please! Take me, share me, p-please, wanna feel you both inside—!"
Despite his posturing and bravado, Kai would've immediately backed down if Kurt had been the slightest bit frightened by the idea of taking them both -- it was mostly to try and intimidate Leo, truly, he hadn't actually meant it. Or had he? Just as much as the little human pressed between the two huge werewolves, each member of the pack is dizzy and a little mindless with the desire to claim, to breed, to knot. Kai isn't even sure what he'd wanted anymore, not when he has Kurt's delicate hand sliding over his chest, their huge, bright, beautiful eyes fixed on him, their legs spreading to welcome him between, welcome him closer. It's what they want, clearly, and Kai is as powerless as Leo -- as Benji, as Naseer and even Corrigan -- to deny them.
He grabs at Kurt's hand, lifts it to his lips, nuzzles and kisses over their palm, their wrist, then guides them to grip at the back of his neck. "Hold on tight, sweetheart," he rasps, shuffling closer, hooking one of the little human's legs up over his shoulder, spreading them impossibly wide, and making sure that Corrigan has an uninterrupted view. "Leo n' me are gonna ruin you for anyone else, gonna fuck you screaming, gonna make you beg for it." He's still slick from Kurt's throat, guiding his cock to press at their oversensitive, tender hole, just as Leo slides almost all the way free, both wolves moving in perfect tandem.
There's almost no resistance, a brief moment of impossible, incredible stretch, then Kurt's body submits, accepts them both. The heat, the grip around both Leo and Kai's cocks is enough to prompt two sharp claiming bites -- one on Kurt's collarbone, the other just above their shoulderblade. Leo's hands have found the young human's chest again, pinching, twisting, much rougher this time to distract from the too-much, too-full feeling of taking them both -- and, perhaps, to see how swollen and sensitive he can urge their flat chest to become.
Throughout it all, Corrigan watches, one arm around Naseer, the other finding Benji and tugging him closer, pressing the youngest wolf down to keep his stirring cock warm, coax him back to hardness. Once Kai and Leo are done, Benji's turn will go fast, and Kurt will end the afternoon as they began -- with their Alpha's knot, keeping them full and warm.
The pleasure that suddenly surges through their body—or is it pain? both? they can no longer tell—is blinding, maddening, shattering every thought that isn't more, yes, more in their little mind. Impossibly, Kurt's body molds to accept both brothers at once, offering barely any resistance before both Kai and Leo's cocks are inside them, tight and snug and perfect. They feel so full, too full, ready to burst but knowing without fail that they won't, their insides sculpted to fit them without danger.
The claiming bites come just as Kurt shrieks with ecstasy, throwing their head back against Leo's shoulder, lost in rapturous pleasure. Being shared, taken, then claimed twice over in the same moment, is enough to make Kurt come all over themself again, wailing as they paint their torso with their own spend.
Leo doesn't hesitate to smear it messily all over his mate's shuddering chest, pulling and squeezing and rubbing insistently. The way they squeal and whimper at his touch is so endearing. If he could stay like this forever—breathless, mouth full of fragrant blood, hands abusing their swelling tender flesh, his cock wedged so tightly inside his mate, pressed right against his brother's—he would.
But Kai's hips twitch as he licks his claiming bite clean, his cock rubbing against his own, and Leo has to fight not to lose himself. They don't actually want to ruin Kurt. Though the jury's still out on whether that's even possible. Just look what their tiny virgin body has taken already today. "W-With me, Kai, like this," he instructs, pulling out as Kai pushes in, going in on Kai's out, small and gentle movements at first until they can find their rhythm.
Of course, the two of them were always in time with each other. It takes no time at all for their thrusts to sync up, their cocks reaching deeper, stretching them wider, Corrigan and Naseer's slick still inside to ease their motions. Kurt is sobbing with pleasure between them, holding on so tight, their cock still hard despite coming moments before. Leo grins, crooked and toothy at his brother, a playful if cautious challenge in his dark eyes. "Wanna see how wrecked we can make'em, Kai? You an' me? Make the little birdie sing for me, brother, c'mon, let me hear it."
Kai grins around a mouthful of blood, swallows and pants open mouthed at the way Kurt shudders and shivers and squeezes around his cock, nestled up against Leo's, throbbing and dripping and ready already to burst. He could come right then, thrust as deep as he can and knot their little mate that exact second, feel his spend drip out and down their legs and into the grass, joining the mess already there -- but that would mean Leo would win. And Kai can't have that.
So instead he rocks his hips up hard, grinding forward against Leo, pressing close enough that he can feel Kurt's heart rocketing through their ribs, in time with his. "You know better'n anyone how good I can wreck someone, Leo," he growls, suddenly pulling the sobbing, shuddering human away, feeling the slick gush down their thighs as his brother's cock slides free. Kai's still inside, stays there as he moves onto his back, settling Kurt over his hips, guiding their shaky hands to brace on his chest before he drops them onto his cock fully, sheathed to the hilt, hips smacking against their ass.
A couple more thrusts, bouncing Kurt on his cock, then Kai grips their come-streaked cheeks and spreads them wide, grinning up at Leo. "C'mon, big wolf, get on top. Just this once. Help me make our little bird wail." His big hands dig into Kurt's pale, freckled flesh, hard enough to bruise, making him vaguely wish that he'd put his claiming bite right on their plush ass instead. But Leo's already moving forward, guiding his cock through the mess of come and up against Kai's, then sliding inside Kurt again, making both wolves all but purr in satisfaction. The angle is deep, Kai never moving more than a couple inches out of the young human, Leo staying just as deep, both of them grinding together for a long, punishing moment.
Then, like they'd both silently decided it, both cocks slide free, almost entirely, then thrust back in hard and quick and deep.
The way all five of the wolves can just grab them and lift them into the air like they weigh nothing should be terrifying to the little human. Instead, Kurt is thrilled to be manhandled, clinging to Kai as he yanks them into his lap, bouncing them on his cock over and over, like a child's ragdoll. It has them sobbing with pleasure even before Leo joins back in, filling them back up, reaching so deep, so deep, into places they didn't even know they had.
Kurt had never in their life thought pleasure like this possible. The wolf brothers plow into them, both at the same time, so fast, so deep, so hard, and what should be killing them just has them screaming in ecstasy. There's nothing they can do but hold on for dear life and let Kai and Leo ravage their body, arms shaking with the effort to hold themself upright. Eventually, they just give up trying, collapsing against Kai's chest with a wet little noise while the wolves continue fucking their brains out, never once stopping.
"Yes, p-please, please, please!" they cry, mindless and unseeing, unable to form other words, other thoughts. Their little mate is entirely consumed with desire, with the need to be mated, taken, claimed by the pack—all at once, if they must. It is the greatest pleasure they've ever known, the greatest joy, and they never want to be without this again for as long as they live.
Naseer watches the show, amused where he's sitting, curled up against Corrigan's side. "They really are trying to wreck them," he purrs to his Alpha, knowing the younger wolves wouldn't dare actually break their mate. With how much of their spend Kurt has already taken, how many claiming bites they've gained, their body already changing from it all, it would take true malice to actually hurt them at this point. They were born for this, for the pack, after all. His fingers idly play with Benji's hair, feeling the youngest wolf vibrating in place, so eager to finally have his turn with Kurt even as he has his Alpha's cock down his throat. "Think they'll leave anything for poor Benji to play with?"
Corrigan chuckles softly, the sound thick with pleasure as Benji swallows around his cock, keeping it warm. Their youngest brother won't last long, not after watching the spectacle that Kai and Leo's joint claiming has been, and when he's done, the Alpha will have their mate again. Kurt won't be left empty for long, not ever again -- though Corrigan’s second turn will be much slower, unhurried, another lesson in what their stolen little human can expect. Any moment not spent servicing the pack is a moment wasted.
"You'll make the most of what you're given, right, pup?" Corrigan teases gently, carding his fingers through Benji's hair, then tugging him up, off the cock he's been gulping around. The young wolf nods hazily, trying to keep his gaze focused on his leader, but unable to keep from looking over at the trio in the sunny grass. Kai's knotted, bucking his hips up punishingly to ensure Kurt takes every drop of his spend, and Leo's not far behind, swelling alongside his brother inside their mate.
Even then, the eager wolves don't stop toying with the young human's body, Kai's mouth finding one of their swollen nipples and biting a perfect circle of sluggishly bleeding marks around it, Leo big hand reaching around and coaxing their spent cock back to hardness. "Come one more time, little singing bird," he growls against their ear, free hand knotting in their tangled hair, wrenching their head to the side so he can lick at the claiming bites on their neck. "Come on our knots and we'll give you to Benji to finish up. You don't want him to feel left out, do you?"
"N-No, I d-don't, I don't w-want that, p-p-pleeeease," they sob, loud and wet and broken, not even sure what they're begging for anymore. For more? For mercy? Nothing hurts anymore, not even the sharp tugs to their hair or the teeth piercing their skin, and they certainly don't want the pleasure to ever end. Maybe that's what they're begging for. For this pleasure to never, ever end.
That feels more and more like their fate, as they feel Leo's knot swelling inside them, as Kai continues to fuck them so hard, even though his cock is spent inside them. Kurt will never go empty again. When one wolf is done with them, there will always be another one—or two, or three—rearing to have his way with them. They will spend the rest of their life satisfying the pack with their body, bitten and bleeding and crying and begging and coming on their knots, just as they do now, spilling hard over Leo's hand and Kai's chest, singing their pleasure in joyous cries.
Even though they're full to bursting now, barely able to hold both Kai and Leo's thick knots and their thick cocks and their thick, hot spend rounding their stomach, Kurt still wants more. They meant what they said. They don't want Benji to feel left out. He looks so sweet, kneeling before Alpha and watching them so eagerly, wide-eyed and panting and shaking with excitement. Somehow, Kurt knows they won't be satisfied until all five of them have claimed them as their mate, until their neck is collared with bites. Their new life will truly begin then. "B-Benji, please— hurry, Benji, p-please."
Usually this is where Kai or Leo -- or any of the older wolves -- would tease Benji, would take more time with Kurt and make him watch as they sob and writhe and cry out in pleasure. Perhaps in the future they will, perpetually competing to find new ways to toy with their mate, showing off to one another like any proud beast would do with such a prize. Any reservations Kurt may have about being made such a display won't last very long.
But today, this first time -- it's special, it's nearly holy, the culmination of fate and the pack's collective longing. They may tease and bicker like true brothers, but each is just as delighted by the other's pleasure as his own. And Benji holds a soft spot in each of their hearts, the youngest, the newest to the pack, just coming into his own as a true wolf.
So, after nuzzling once more at the marks he's left on Kurt's heaving chest, Kai shifts back, spent cock sliding free of their swollen, abused hole, followed by his spend leaking down their thighs. "C'mere, pup, look like you're gonna pass out," he huffs as Leo scoops Kurt up with his big hands beneath their thighs, his own cock still pulsing inside them.
Benji scowls, even as he eagerly scrambles closer, cheeks flushed, hands clumsy and eager as they reach out for Kurt. "I'm not a pup," he grumbles, elbowing at Kai as he passes, and earning himself a smack on the ass. He settles, sitting back on his heels, palms hesitantly sliding up over Kurt's rounded stomach, the bitemarks on their chest, the tears and come and saliva on their face. Leo slips free, then gently guides their mate into Benji's lap, his cock sliding easily inside their messy hole.
Benji's arms wrap around Kurt, his whole body shuddering at the hot, slick grip around his cock. He mosns and mouths at their neck, hips bucking helplessly, plunging as deep as he can again and again. "S-Sorry, you j-just...feel so g-good inside," he manages to pant out, pulling back enough to meet Kurt's eyes, his own sweetly anxious. "You're -- okay? Are you all right?" He knows his brothers would never deliberately hurt someone so precious, but having been on the receiving end of their combined attentions, he knew how overwhelming it could be.
It's only their exhaustion that keeps Kurt from reaching for Benji, letting Leo ease them into his lap, too boneless with pleasure to move on their own. Even after taking two cocks at once, the youngest wolf still feels amazing inside, their tender hole taking all of him and clenching so tight, gripping him slick and hot. They cry loudly with joy, arms looping around Benji's neck. His body feels perfect pressed against their own.
"Y-Yes," they manage, wet and shivery but bright, a shaky smile on their lips. Their teeth are a little crooked, their grin lopsided and warm. Benji is so sweet to ask them. "Yes, I— I f-feel amazing. I've never— aah—! You all feel s-so good, Benji, I've n-never felt anything like this before. I didn't know, I— I didn't know."
Their whole life, they've been lied to. About wolves, about sex, about pleasure. About what their own body can do. Feeling Benji so deep inside, his thighs slick with his brothers' come, his body pressed so close to theirs, their cock wedged between their stomachs, makes Kurt feel like they can do anything. They can do this. They can be the pack's prized mate.
Trembling with pleasure, with need for more, Kurt holds on to Benji tighter and starts moving in his lap, rising on his cock before dropping back down, over and over. They throw their head back, crying their pleasure as they ride his cock, thighs trembling, picking up speed. "F-Faster, Benji, harder, p-please! Aah— y-you feel so good! Yes, y-yes, yes!"
Corrigan had already made his choice, of course -- from the moment he'd caught Kurt's scent, seen their bright eyes and soft body and heard their blissful, needy cries. But their sweetness to Benji -- reassuring him, pushing their exhausted, weary body to please this mate as much as all the others -- just confirms once again that he'd been correct. Kurt is beautiful, pale and freckled and covered in signs of wolfish love, hair tumbling down their back, belly full of the pack's spend.
But more importantly, they can care for the lonely group of wolves, hold the six of them together with their affection and kindness, become the center of each wolf's world. A pack with a mate to protect and provide for is a stronger, more cohesive group. Corrigan suspects that with a mate like Kurt, the already-strong group will be nearly unstoppable.
They seem to be enjoying themselves too -- moaning and crying out as they ride Benji's cock, as his eager hands squeeze and grab hungrily at their body, as he thrusts up hard and fast, chasing the peak of his pleasure as only a young wolf can. Corrigan feels something settle in his chest as Benji groans thickly, teeth finding a spot on Kurt's neck, completing the ring of claiming marks as he knots them. It's finished. The pack has made Kurt theirs, irrevocably, irreversibly. Nothing can take them away now.
Nuzzling against Naseer's shoulder, the Alpha murmurs something about ensuring there are enough leftovers from the hunt last night, having the others finish preparing the cabin. Usually the pack hunts nightly, spends the midnight hours out in the wilderness -- but Kurt needs to rest, and none of them will want to be far from their mate tonight.
Then Corrigan rises, walking over to where Kurt and Benji are locked in an embrace, catching their breaths. He can see the youngest wolf's knot already going down, his seed dripping down Kurt's shaky thighs, and he strokes Benji's hair away from his face, promptingly. "Very well-done," he murmurs, nuzzling at his brother's neck, then gently scooping Kurt up, cradling them to his chest. "Go help prepare the den. Give them somewhere nice to sleep. I'll clean them up."
And yes, that involves settling Kurt's weary, shaky form in his lap and sliding his cock back inside them as soon as he enters the sunwarmed river. Corrigan can help clean his little mate while enjoying them again -- simple multitasking. "Still awake, little bird?"
Kurt just lets everything happen to them at this point. They're too lost in their own bliss to protest or participate or even notice Benji's knot leaving them, or Corrigan gathering them in his arms, or the clearing going empty with the pack bounding off to prepare for the night. The cabin hasn't been dusted in a while, or even tidied after last night's explosive confrontation—Miles' unsuccessful coup had been the latest in a string of fights caused by the lack of a mate, an outlet, a unifying purpose—and while rowdy unmated wolves may be able to tolerate the mess, it simply won't do for their tiny, fragile, cherished human mate.
So the younger wolves, invigorated with renewed purpose and a need to impress, to protect, to provide, all rush off to prepare the cabin, eager to make their den into a home. Even Naseer, not satisfied with offering his mate mere leftovers to eat, shimmers into his wolf form and darts into the woods to hunt fresh food, knowing everyone will need to refuel and gather their strength in the coming days. Not to mention celebrate.
Any new addition to a pack is cause for celebration, of course, but nothing compares to finally, finally, getting to claim a mate. It calls for a feast of fish and fowl and bushels of berries. They'll all be much too busy to hunt for a while, anyway.
It's not the pounding of retreating footsteps nor the caress of running water that stirs the weary little human back to life, but Alpha's cock sliding inside them once more, longer and thicker and harder than all the others, reaching all the way up to their fluttering soul. Kurt moans, head falling back against Corrigan's shoulder, their body shuddering with pleasure as they slowly grind their hips down into his lap. They luxuriate in the feeling of the wolf stirring up their insides, their hole so sensitive now compared to when he first entered them, soft but hungry, greedily squeezing around his cock. Even after being taken five times over, pumped full to bursting with the pack's seed, Kurt's body still instinctively tries milking more out of him. They really were born for this.
"Mmnh... Y-Yes, 'm awake," they murmur, eyes closed, their back flush against Corrigan's muscled front. Without conscious thought, they start running their trembling hands over their rounded belly, their tender puffy bitten chest, the claiming bites adorning their neck like exquisite pearls. By human standards, they must look utterly savaged. But they've never felt farther from it as they rock on Alpha's cock, as they arch into their own hands, pale skin hot and glistening in the sun with blood and sweat and tears and come and river water. Rather than savaged than stolen and brutalized, Kurt has never felt more beautiful. "Alpha... f-feels so good, Alpha... Don't e-ever want you to stop, p-please, never stop..."
"So needy," Corrigan murmurs against Kurt's neck, finding the tender bitemarks from the pack -- Naseer's nearly touching his own, Leo and Kai's on opposite shoulders, Benji's closest to their heart -- and soothing the residual sting with his tongue. There's little chance of infection, not with the concentrated, loving cleaning from all five wolves, but instinct still prompts him to make sure. The tang of Kurt's blood is addictive, sweet and bright and thrumming with life, and they shiver so deliciously in his lap every time his tongue drags over the wounds.
Still, the sun is getting lower and lower in the sky, the faint chill of night lacing through the warm wind, and Corrigan wants Kurt safely snuggled in their den before the moon is out. He thinks briefly of Miles, of the audacious attempted coup and the days of insubordination that preceeded it, and his grip tightens protectively on Kurt. Miles had made his choice, knowing the pack would choose a mate soon -- he'd wanted the privileges Corrigan has, wanted to be the one with first and last claim to the chosen human's body, wanted to exert his dominance over them. The thought of it makes the Alpha’s blood run hot with possessiveness, nails digging into Kurt's pale skin, marking them up even more. Miles will never so much as look at their mate, much less touch them.
Putting the thought aside, Corrigan gently scoops up handfuls of river water, cleaning the blood and come and sweat off Kurt's shuddering body with slow, lingering movements of his big hands. "You need to rest, my mate," he says firmly, scooping Kurt up and off his cock so he can ease his fingers inside their soft, tender hole, cleaning them out with careful motions. Much as he likes the look of them, belly full and rounded, they need to eat as well, and sleep comfortably. "We'll stay close, but you can't take all of us without a break, little one."
A pause, then Corrigan smooths a hand over Kurt's stomach, hiding a smirk against their neck. "Not yet."
Oh, but they are needy—Corrigan pulls them all the way off his cock, and they make the most pathetic, pitiful sound in the world, a loud keening whine of disappointment. When this all started, Kurt had been terrified of him, of his strength and power and evil intentions, wholly convinced they would die in agony at his hand, impaled on his inhuman cock. That's what beasts do, ferals, savages. They snatch you up and tear you apart and fuck you to death, not even letting you go into the great beyond with your soul untarnished.
But they had been woefully wrong. Not only has Kurt discovered the most delicious, all-consuming, earth-shattering pleasure within the pack, but they've found companions. Protectors and providers who swear loyalty to them, who shower them with affection and love and undying claims, who will give them a true purpose. They haven't been snatched and soiled and broken. They've come home.
So they're a little needy now. A lot needy. "N-Not fair," they mumble, unable to stop their hips from bucking into Corrigan's hand, wanting to feel his fingers reach deeper, fill them up more, even as he tries to clean them. The claw marks Alpha left behind sting when they move, sharp and beautiful on their skin. "Don't wanna rest. I t-took all of you just fine..." They say that, but they can barely keep their eyes open, fatigue seeping deep into their bones. Now that they're not constantly getting fucked, the day's trials are starting to catch up with them.
The Alpha's final tease does make Kurt perk up a little, hope singing in their chest. So they're a lot needy now. Whose fault is that? "Not yet? S-So I'll be able to one day?" Big trusting eyes glance up at the wolf, the sorry pout on their lips disappearing.
That pout is truly lethal -- Corrigan doesn't think even Naseer, at his most serious and stern, would be able to stand firm against it. The rest of the pack would fold instantly when faced with those eyes and the sweet jut of that lower lip. "Yes, you took all of us beautifully, my dearest," he almost purrs, gathering Kurt's hair to one side and kissing at the claiming bites again. "And I truly believe you're capable of much more than even you can imagine."
Satisfied that they're cleaned out enough to avoid discomfort, Corrigan slides his fingers free, then tugs Kurt back to settle on his lap -- and his cock, filling them up once again. He's much more languid this time, rocking his hips slowly as he carefully untangles Kurt's long, beautiful hair, with a surprising gentleness. "But this is still new to you, little mate. And my brothers would never forgive me if I let you be hurt."
Another nuzzle to Kurt's neck, their cheek, tickling their soft skin with his rough stubble. "Tell me -- do you think anyone from the settlement will come after you?" The thought has protective fury already rising in Corrigan’s chest -- now that his eager rut has abated, he can see the old bruises, the signs of neglect. If anyone tries to steal Kurt back, the pack will have no reservations about slaughtering them.
Finally. Back where they belong. Even a minute of being empty was utter torment. Kurt sighs happily and settles back against their Alpha, enjoying each slow, lazy roll of his hips against theirs, feeling every tiny little shift of his cock inside them. This is bliss.
"Mmm... y-you're so gentle with me," Kurt hums dreamily, like that fact surprises them, a sleepy little smile spreading on their face. The trickle of water around them, the fingers in their hair, the thick cock slowly rocking into their body, it's enough to make anyone a little drowsy. Their hands reach for Corrigan under the water, gently caressing his thighs, hips, waist, fingertips teasing over firm muscle and surprisingly soft skin. He feels so good. Better than the best dream they've ever had.
Not even the question about the village can shatter Kurt's blissful reverie—though it comes close, a soft furrow appearing between their brows. "No..." they start, maybe out of wishful thinking, maybe out of a genuine belief no one from the settlement loves them enough to go searching for them.
But what will the sheriff do if he suspects savage ferals took one of his people? What will the townsfolk do when they don't receive word of their safety? What will their father do without his outlet? "... I d-don't know." Kurt frowns, turning their face to nuzzle into Corrigan's neck. "I don't w-want them to. I won't go b-back with them, Alpha, I won't..."
"No, you won't." It's immediate, firm, with that Alpha note of authority that harbors no room for arguments. Corrigan’s hands are still gentle in Kurt’s hair, braiding strands of it together to keep it out of their face, but there's a steely resolve in his tone. He'd known Kurt wouldn't want to go back -- how could they? They're home now. But he wants it very clear to his mate that no external forces could possible force them to return.
So, braid finished, he gently shifts Kurt around to face him -- still spread over his lap, still warm and shuddering around his cock, which is a nice feeling, one he could quite easily get addicted to. Both hands come up to cradle their face, thumb tracing the shape of their mouth, their full pouty lower lip. "We won't let them anywhere near you. They'll never touch you again. I swear that to you, Kurt. They won't even get near you."
Then, resting his forehead against his mate's: "Forget about that world, for now. Forget everything that isn't here, now, with us." He rolls his hips up, a bit harder, savoring how each movement prompts those soft, needy sounds from Kurt’s hoarse throat. "Forget about anything that isn't taking me inside you. How deep I am. How good it feels." Corrigan nuzzles against the throbbing claiming marks, starting to speed up his thrusts, hands gripping tight at Kurt's plush, perfect ass. "How much you want my knot again."
They can't explain why, but Corrigan's firm voice strikes them with an acute sense of peace, of security and safety, deep in their bones. It's the same feeling that shot through them back in the clearing, as they were laid down on sun-warmed grass and mayflowers, their terror soothed by Alpha's firm promise that they wouldn't come to harm. Something about that unyielding tone in his voice instinctively eases their mind. Is it a wolf thing? It must be. None of the many firm-spoken men in their life have ever made them feel like this.
Kurt can trust him to keep them safe. They know he will.
"Yes, oh y-yes," they sigh, that momentary note of worry in their voice completely dissipating, leaving only pleasure. He tells them to forget all about the human world, the sheriff, their father, their former life, everything that isn't Alpha's cock buried so deep inside—and just like that, their worries simply vanish. Why would they waste any more time worrying? Why waste a single thought on humanity, when they could focus on how good he makes them feel instead? Kurt doesn't have a good answer.
Their arms loop around Corrigan's neck, pressing closer to him as his thrusts get harder, faster, his thick cock plunging in and out of them again and again. The sound of water splashing around their bodies does nothing to drown out Kurt's sweet moans, steadily building into needy whines and cries, filling the cooling dusk air. When they bare their bitten, throbbing neck for Corrigan's mouth—like they're begging for another claim—their new braid falls thick and heavy against their back, like a caress. Alpha did that for them. Alpha is so good to them. "P-Please, that's all I want. Want your knot inside, Alpha, please, please, want it so bad, I— I w-wanna take your knot again. M-Make me take it, make me take y-your knot again, Alpha—! Aaah! Yes!"
Later, when he knows Kurt better, knows the needy, embarrassing, desperate side of them that they've kept secret for so many years, this is where Corrigan will tease them, ask them where they learned to move like that, who taught them to be such a needy wolf slut, and they'll laugh and moan and say you did, Alpha. But tonight, in the dim light of dusk, in the cool river, things are still cautious and careful. Corrigan presses his lips to Kurt's bared throat, grazes his teeth over the marks his pack has left, but doesn't bite down again. His hands grip at their ass as he rises, holding them against him as he fucks up into their needy, insatiable body, but he doesn't leave deep, stinging scratches this time.
Not yet. Not just yet. The heady haze of being claimed will pass, and there will be steps taken back for each movement forward. There are old bruises on Kurt's body that none of the wolves put there, and Corrigan is old enough to know what that means. They've been claimed and mated and bred, but they still need to be wooed, courted like only an adoring, eager wolf pack can do. But it'll take time.
Not tonight, though. Tonight Corrigan snarls his pleasure against his mate's throat, spills inside their tight, hot body and knots them deep and thick and immovable. Without the other wolves clamoring for a turn, he'll stay knotted for a while, tucking Kurt against his chest and carrying them back towards the cabin that serves as the packs den. He can feel their exhaustion, their bone-deep weariness, as well as the shivers from the cool air on their wet skin, and he wants them out of the cold.
The cabin is warm and cozily lit by the fire, a two-room affair draped in furs and the various pack member's hobbies -- Benji's carvings, Leo's weaving and so on. There's a pot of something on the fire, and Kai and Naseer lazily tussling in their massive wolf forms, the former cleaning blood off the Beta's sleek muzzle. Corrigan settles down on the pile of furs in front of the fire, stroking his hand up and down Kurt's damp back, then giving a low warning growl as Leo -- also wolf-formed -- lopes over and nuzzles at the human's bare leg. "Don't jostle them, they're tired," he grouches, cupping the wolf's long nose in his hand and giving him a warning look.
Leo huffs in annoyance, then rests his chin on Kurt's thigh, gazing up at them with bright, intelligent eyes. It's easy enough to switch between forms, but their mate is shivering a little, and wolf bodies are warmer and softer than humanoid ones.
Kurt can't tell if they came alongside him or not. They must have, for how explosive the pleasure of being knotted once again had been, their cries startling a nearby flock of birds. Or maybe they've already gotten to the point where just feeling their mate coming inside them is enough, the impossible stretch and indescribable fullness and the rounding of their tummy with Alpha's hot spend leaving them boneless and tingling with contentment against him. It's serene. Taking his knot is the greatest pleasure they've ever known.
A part of them is begrudgingly relieved that there isn't a line of four more wolves waiting for their turn with their ass again—as much as they whine and pout and demand more, wanting the whole pack all at once, they are only human, in the end. Kurt only just lost their virginity to five feral wolfmen, they're apparently mated for life with the beasts, and they're all sore and sticky and weirdly a little emotional. If they let themself truly feel how exhausted they are, they would just succumb to it, resigned to sleep for a week straight just like this, clinging to Corrigan's body with his knot buried deep inside them.
It almost feels like they've dozed off already, suddenly surrounded by warmth and the comforting smell of food, the light dimming before their closed eyes. Only when a furry snout rubs against their naked thigh do they realize they're not dreaming, but in a cabin somehow, cradled against their Alpha in a huge pile of furs. And there's a huge wolf on their leg.
"Hiii... Y-You're beautiful." It's all they can manage, voice hoarse and airy, still not convinced they're fully awake. As if on instinct, their long pale fingers start carding through the wolf's fur—could this be... Leo? can they really tell them apart?—gently petting the massive beast without a hint of fear. They marvel at how soft and fluffy he is, so warm against their chilled skin. "Th-This... You all live here?" they ask softly, gaze going between Corrigan and possibly-Leo.
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Date: 2023-04-16 06:29 pm (UTC)It feels so good, feeling Naseer fucking them all the way into their stomach, feeling Kai trembling with effort to hold back, feeling Corrigan's big hands playing with them, even though they aren't servicing him anymore. Like he finds pleasure in watching them get fucked. He praises them, encourages them, tells them to surrender to pleasure, surrender to being used.
And they do. Kai's thick cock slips into their throat, cutting off all air, and the brief moment of fear and panic is immediately soothed by Corrigan's reassuring words, Naseer's purr of triumph, the thunderous growl of pleasure coming from Kai at the tight, convulsing squeeze. It all makes them feel so good, even as their lungs ache, even as their vision blurs with tears. This really is what they were made for. Corrigan is right. Alpha is right.
For being their first time, Naseer is stunned it takes as long as it does for Kurt to lurch backwards, gagging and coughing and fighting for breath after several long seconds choking on Kai. What's perhaps even more surprising is Kurt sucking down lungfuls of air, bracing their little body, before diving back in, wrapping those full lips around Kai's cock all by themself and taking him back inside. They stare up at the younger wolf, their big eyes adoring and beseeching him to teach them more, to use them more, and Naseer rewards their earnest desire to service them by reaching around, closing his fingers around Kurt's neglected cock, not wanting to jostle their body too much by pounding into them the way he yearns to. "Good, good, you're so good for us, little one. Make him come down your throat, beloved, make him feel so good, j-just like that, take it, take it—"
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Date: 2023-04-17 05:27 am (UTC)Especially Kai, who is normally the picture of recklessness, heedless of his surroundings. He's not clumsy like Benji, he just barrels through life like a torpedo, demanding that the world step aside for him. But now he's just barely rocking his hips, letting the softness of Kurt's lips, the tight squeeze of their throat bring him go the edge, rather than relying on going hard and fast, like he usually does. And it's working, the big beastly man shuddering and swearing under his breath, hand clutching at Kurt's hair before he can stop himself.
"Sorry, sorry, you're just -- they're so--" Kai breaks off in a wordless growl as Kurt swallows around his cock, throwing his head back and begging, "Alpha, can I, can I please--"
Corrigan presses a kiss to Naseer's shoulder, then moves to nuzzle against Kai, soothing and affectionate. "Go ahead, come down their throat, let them see how good they make you feel." The alpha reaches out, cradles Kurt's chin again, holding then still as Kai surrenders to his pleasure, releasing into the little human's throat, then pulling back to fill their mouth and, finally, to spill the last of his spend over their flushed, freckled face, painting their cheeks, the bridge of their nose, their parted lips.
Corrigan can feel his own arousal kicking back up at the sight of their pretty blushing mate with Kai's come all over their face. He lifts his gaze to meet Naseer's, tugging Kai into his arms, his eyes dark and hungry. "They did very well, brother. I think they deserve to see just how hard you can fuck them, before you reward them with your mark. Don't you?"
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Date: 2023-04-18 03:24 am (UTC)He tastes good. Really good. He fills their mouth to bursting before splattering the rest over their face, just as hot and thick as the rest, and Kurt sobs as they swallow as much as they can—a tall task, too tall, some of his come spilling past their lips and trickling down their chin. They can get truly addicted to this taste, this sensation, rich and heady and seductive. That's to say nothing of all the attention, the praise, which is already going to their little head.
They did very well. They're so good. They deserve a reward.
"I do, brother," Naseer says, grinning at his alpha, but even his calm exterior is starting to show cracks from such a delicious display. His eyes are black with need, his grin as shaky as his hands, gripping the sobbing, shivering, beguiling little human with barely restrained hunger. As soon as Corrigan cradles Kai close and gives his permission, Naseer starts pounding into them, hips colliding with their ass over and over as he fucks more of those delectable cries out of them. Kai's cock has left their throat tender, their screams hoarse, which just makes him fuck them harder. There's no way he's going to let Kai outdo him. He'll show the pack why he's second in command.
Kurt is grabbing fistfuls of warm, wet grass, holding on for dear life, feeling every inch of Naseer's cock slamming into them again and again, reaching all the way into their stomach, heavy with Kai's spend. It's so much, it's too much, it's too good, their pleasure already building into another explosive climax, everyone's watching, everyone's going to see them come so hard again, it's too much. But when they instinctively try to hide their flushed, come-spattered face in the grass, Naseer twists a hand into their hair and yanks, forcing their hazy gaze back up, the pain making them cry louder. He's growling into their ear, they think, don't hide, let them see, let them all see how good you feel on my cock, and Kurt sobs as they come all over themself for the second time today. "P-Please, please, a-alpha—!"
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Date: 2023-04-18 05:43 am (UTC)Corrigan knows the others are watching just as raptly -- Leo, awaiting his turn patiently, Benji, who's already recovered and is anxiously ready to go, Kai, sprawling in the grass and catching his breath. They all know the bliss of being on the receiving end of Naseer's magnificent cock, and they're all eager to see Kurt come again. Corrigan doesn't dare look away, though, won't divide his attention from their human mate for even an instant.
One big hand comes up, cradling Kurt's chin, even as they're shuddering and sobbing and begging him -- for mercy, for more, he isn't quite certain. It doesn't really matter, as he doesn't imagine even they know. "Shhh, I'm here," he murmurs, thumbing away the mix of saliva and tears and come covering the little human's face. The gentle touch is a deliberate contrast to Naseer's tight grip on their hair, dominance and comfort blurring together. "You aren't nearly done yet, my sweet little mate. I told you, all of us will have a turn with you before you can rest."
There's a bemused, dark note in Corrigan’s voice as he catches Kurt's teary gaze with his own. "Naseer isn't letting you go until he's completely satisfied, and by then Kai will want his turn with your ass. You're going to take all our knots, come on them again and again, and you're going to love it." It's a command, a statement of absolute truth -- Kurt may beg and protest that its too much, but the wolves can smell their pleasure, their mindless carnal desire, and it only spurs them forward.
There will be no mercy for their little human, not today and not any day after. Any lingering thoughts of impropriety or modesty will be thoroughly obliterated by hours and hours of sheer physical overstimulated bliss.
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Date: 2023-05-07 01:51 am (UTC)Naseer can normally go for hours, which wouldn't bode well for his wailing little mate, nor for his brothers, impatiently pacing for their turn—Kai might still need some time to recover, though Leo would be more than happy to cut in line as payback. However, said wailing mate is taking his cock so well, squeezing so tight around him, crying their pleasure loud and bright and without shame. They smell intoxicating.
So it really is no wonder he goes the way of his Alpha, feeling his knot swelling much sooner than normal, pounding against their tender hole before it finally slips inside. It's almost a relief, hearing Kurt's cries turn shrill and pleading, knowing in his heart they already relish in the feeling. Their perfect little body was made for them. He finds himself unable to speak as he empties himself inside, breathless as he wrenches Kurt's head back further, baring their neck, and sinking his teeth into that supple flesh. Their blood is as bright as their cries.
"Aw, sweetheart, don't cry," Leo purrs, sidling up beside Corrigan with a playful grin on his face, a big hand gently brushing tears and come off their mate's bright red cheek. Kurt is openly sobbing, bleeding and in pain and overstimulated and desperately hard and not nearly done yet. "These old men can't keep you satisfied for long, huh? Shh, don't worry, baby. I'll have you next."
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Date: 2023-05-07 05:44 am (UTC)Leo had been grinning cheekily at Kai over one shoulder, but as soon as Naseer shifts backwards, testing whether his knot is ready to slip free of Kurt's shivering body, he's right there. He reaches out eagerly for the exhausted, hazy-eyed, whimpering little human, not giving the slick mix of Naseer and Corrigan’s spend a chance to drip down Kurt's shaking thighs. Leo's hard as he's been since they first cornered their mate, the only one that hasn't come yet, and his cock slides so perfectly inside Kurt as he tugs them into his arms.
"Perfect, sweetheart, so good," Leo nearly growls, pulling Kurt back into his lap, their back flush against his front, his arms strong and thicker than his brother's had been. Leo is shorter and thicker everywhere, from his shoulders to his stomach to the cock buried to the hilt inside Kurt, stretching them in new ways, not as long, but much, much thicker.
There's a little more buildup this time, Leo kissing across Kurt's bloodied shoulders, stroking their shivering stomach and flat chest, plucking at their pebbled nipples. Corrigan watches from his spot in the grass, Naseer warm and sated against his side, waiting for the inevitable. He knows his pack too well, knows that Kai won't take Leo cutting in line without a fight.
And he doesn't. Kai crawls over, cock stirring against his stomach, rises up on his knees and growling down at Leo. "If you're gonna cut in line, you're gonna share, dickhead," he grumbles, grabbing Kurt's legs and pushing them up and apart, hungrily eying where Leo's cock is buried inside them.
Leo doesn't even flinch, grinning over Kurt's shoulder and rocking his hips a couple times. "Whattya think, honey? Can you take me and this big dumbass at once?" He nuzzles at Kurt's neck, already reaching down to start working a finger in alongside his cock. "C’mon, let's give Alpha a show."
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Date: 2023-05-07 12:13 pm (UTC)What had they been so scared of?
Perhaps it's the claiming bites messing with their head, or the effect of coming two times in quick succession, but Kurt is starting to feel strange all over. Being sore between their legs is no shock, given the poundings they've taken, but they're surprised to find just how tender their untouched chest feels. Leo's pinching lures startled squeaks from the little human, the sensation hot and inflamed, but shockingly not painful.
Just as their mind is changing to accept their new role—whatever that entails—their body must be changing too, not letting them truly feel all the pains of serving as the pack's mate. Why their chest, of all places, remains a mystery.
Another mystery is why they don't immediately balk at the idea of taking Leo and Kai at the same time. Kurt's hazy eyes fly open, trying to focus on Kai as he spreads their legs apart, their heart thudding against their ribs. He looks just as huge and imposing as he had fucking their throat, looking ready to devour them, but neither he nor the dangerous suggestion scares them. Surely they'll split apart if they try. Surely their body physically can't handle two thick wolf cocks at once.
But then they see Corrigan through the haze. Their Alpha sitting in the grass with Naseer blissfully curled up against him, patiently soothing the beta through the high of claiming. They see Corrigan watching with rapt attention, his interest obvious, hunger in his eyes.
Kurt whimpers hoarsely, one hand tangling in Leo's wild hair, the other pressing into Kai's chest, smoothing over the expanse of rippling muscle. Their touch is shaky but ravenous, urging both wolves to hurry. More than feeling good, Kurt so desperately wants to impress Alpha. "P-Please, yes, y-yes, want that, want— w-want both of you, please! Take me, share me, p-please, wanna feel you both inside—!"
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Date: 2023-05-09 02:29 am (UTC)He grabs at Kurt's hand, lifts it to his lips, nuzzles and kisses over their palm, their wrist, then guides them to grip at the back of his neck. "Hold on tight, sweetheart," he rasps, shuffling closer, hooking one of the little human's legs up over his shoulder, spreading them impossibly wide, and making sure that Corrigan has an uninterrupted view. "Leo n' me are gonna ruin you for anyone else, gonna fuck you screaming, gonna make you beg for it." He's still slick from Kurt's throat, guiding his cock to press at their oversensitive, tender hole, just as Leo slides almost all the way free, both wolves moving in perfect tandem.
There's almost no resistance, a brief moment of impossible, incredible stretch, then Kurt's body submits, accepts them both. The heat, the grip around both Leo and Kai's cocks is enough to prompt two sharp claiming bites -- one on Kurt's collarbone, the other just above their shoulderblade. Leo's hands have found the young human's chest again, pinching, twisting, much rougher this time to distract from the too-much, too-full feeling of taking them both -- and, perhaps, to see how swollen and sensitive he can urge their flat chest to become.
Throughout it all, Corrigan watches, one arm around Naseer, the other finding Benji and tugging him closer, pressing the youngest wolf down to keep his stirring cock warm, coax him back to hardness. Once Kai and Leo are done, Benji's turn will go fast, and Kurt will end the afternoon as they began -- with their Alpha's knot, keeping them full and warm.
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Date: 2023-05-09 03:56 am (UTC)The claiming bites come just as Kurt shrieks with ecstasy, throwing their head back against Leo's shoulder, lost in rapturous pleasure. Being shared, taken, then claimed twice over in the same moment, is enough to make Kurt come all over themself again, wailing as they paint their torso with their own spend.
Leo doesn't hesitate to smear it messily all over his mate's shuddering chest, pulling and squeezing and rubbing insistently. The way they squeal and whimper at his touch is so endearing. If he could stay like this forever—breathless, mouth full of fragrant blood, hands abusing their swelling tender flesh, his cock wedged so tightly inside his mate, pressed right against his brother's—he would.
But Kai's hips twitch as he licks his claiming bite clean, his cock rubbing against his own, and Leo has to fight not to lose himself. They don't actually want to ruin Kurt. Though the jury's still out on whether that's even possible. Just look what their tiny virgin body has taken already today. "W-With me, Kai, like this," he instructs, pulling out as Kai pushes in, going in on Kai's out, small and gentle movements at first until they can find their rhythm.
Of course, the two of them were always in time with each other. It takes no time at all for their thrusts to sync up, their cocks reaching deeper, stretching them wider, Corrigan and Naseer's slick still inside to ease their motions. Kurt is sobbing with pleasure between them, holding on so tight, their cock still hard despite coming moments before. Leo grins, crooked and toothy at his brother, a playful if cautious challenge in his dark eyes. "Wanna see how wrecked we can make'em, Kai? You an' me? Make the little birdie sing for me, brother, c'mon, let me hear it."
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Date: 2023-05-10 02:12 am (UTC)So instead he rocks his hips up hard, grinding forward against Leo, pressing close enough that he can feel Kurt's heart rocketing through their ribs, in time with his. "You know better'n anyone how good I can wreck someone, Leo," he growls, suddenly pulling the sobbing, shuddering human away, feeling the slick gush down their thighs as his brother's cock slides free. Kai's still inside, stays there as he moves onto his back, settling Kurt over his hips, guiding their shaky hands to brace on his chest before he drops them onto his cock fully, sheathed to the hilt, hips smacking against their ass.
A couple more thrusts, bouncing Kurt on his cock, then Kai grips their come-streaked cheeks and spreads them wide, grinning up at Leo. "C'mon, big wolf, get on top. Just this once. Help me make our little bird wail." His big hands dig into Kurt's pale, freckled flesh, hard enough to bruise, making him vaguely wish that he'd put his claiming bite right on their plush ass instead. But Leo's already moving forward, guiding his cock through the mess of come and up against Kai's, then sliding inside Kurt again, making both wolves all but purr in satisfaction. The angle is deep, Kai never moving more than a couple inches out of the young human, Leo staying just as deep, both of them grinding together for a long, punishing moment.
Then, like they'd both silently decided it, both cocks slide free, almost entirely, then thrust back in hard and quick and deep.
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Date: 2023-05-20 08:57 pm (UTC)Kurt had never in their life thought pleasure like this possible. The wolf brothers plow into them, both at the same time, so fast, so deep, so hard, and what should be killing them just has them screaming in ecstasy. There's nothing they can do but hold on for dear life and let Kai and Leo ravage their body, arms shaking with the effort to hold themself upright. Eventually, they just give up trying, collapsing against Kai's chest with a wet little noise while the wolves continue fucking their brains out, never once stopping.
"Yes, p-please, please, please!" they cry, mindless and unseeing, unable to form other words, other thoughts. Their little mate is entirely consumed with desire, with the need to be mated, taken, claimed by the pack—all at once, if they must. It is the greatest pleasure they've ever known, the greatest joy, and they never want to be without this again for as long as they live.
Naseer watches the show, amused where he's sitting, curled up against Corrigan's side. "They really are trying to wreck them," he purrs to his Alpha, knowing the younger wolves wouldn't dare actually break their mate. With how much of their spend Kurt has already taken, how many claiming bites they've gained, their body already changing from it all, it would take true malice to actually hurt them at this point. They were born for this, for the pack, after all. His fingers idly play with Benji's hair, feeling the youngest wolf vibrating in place, so eager to finally have his turn with Kurt even as he has his Alpha's cock down his throat. "Think they'll leave anything for poor Benji to play with?"
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Date: 2023-05-21 04:27 pm (UTC)"You'll make the most of what you're given, right, pup?" Corrigan teases gently, carding his fingers through Benji's hair, then tugging him up, off the cock he's been gulping around. The young wolf nods hazily, trying to keep his gaze focused on his leader, but unable to keep from looking over at the trio in the sunny grass. Kai's knotted, bucking his hips up punishingly to ensure Kurt takes every drop of his spend, and Leo's not far behind, swelling alongside his brother inside their mate.
Even then, the eager wolves don't stop toying with the young human's body, Kai's mouth finding one of their swollen nipples and biting a perfect circle of sluggishly bleeding marks around it, Leo big hand reaching around and coaxing their spent cock back to hardness. "Come one more time, little singing bird," he growls against their ear, free hand knotting in their tangled hair, wrenching their head to the side so he can lick at the claiming bites on their neck. "Come on our knots and we'll give you to Benji to finish up. You don't want him to feel left out, do you?"
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Date: 2023-05-21 05:26 pm (UTC)That feels more and more like their fate, as they feel Leo's knot swelling inside them, as Kai continues to fuck them so hard, even though his cock is spent inside them. Kurt will never go empty again. When one wolf is done with them, there will always be another one—or two, or three—rearing to have his way with them. They will spend the rest of their life satisfying the pack with their body, bitten and bleeding and crying and begging and coming on their knots, just as they do now, spilling hard over Leo's hand and Kai's chest, singing their pleasure in joyous cries.
Even though they're full to bursting now, barely able to hold both Kai and Leo's thick knots and their thick cocks and their thick, hot spend rounding their stomach, Kurt still wants more. They meant what they said. They don't want Benji to feel left out. He looks so sweet, kneeling before Alpha and watching them so eagerly, wide-eyed and panting and shaking with excitement. Somehow, Kurt knows they won't be satisfied until all five of them have claimed them as their mate, until their neck is collared with bites. Their new life will truly begin then. "B-Benji, please— hurry, Benji, p-please."
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Date: 2023-05-21 09:28 pm (UTC)But today, this first time -- it's special, it's nearly holy, the culmination of fate and the pack's collective longing. They may tease and bicker like true brothers, but each is just as delighted by the other's pleasure as his own. And Benji holds a soft spot in each of their hearts, the youngest, the newest to the pack, just coming into his own as a true wolf.
So, after nuzzling once more at the marks he's left on Kurt's heaving chest, Kai shifts back, spent cock sliding free of their swollen, abused hole, followed by his spend leaking down their thighs. "C'mere, pup, look like you're gonna pass out," he huffs as Leo scoops Kurt up with his big hands beneath their thighs, his own cock still pulsing inside them.
Benji scowls, even as he eagerly scrambles closer, cheeks flushed, hands clumsy and eager as they reach out for Kurt. "I'm not a pup," he grumbles, elbowing at Kai as he passes, and earning himself a smack on the ass. He settles, sitting back on his heels, palms hesitantly sliding up over Kurt's rounded stomach, the bitemarks on their chest, the tears and come and saliva on their face. Leo slips free, then gently guides their mate into Benji's lap, his cock sliding easily inside their messy hole.
Benji's arms wrap around Kurt, his whole body shuddering at the hot, slick grip around his cock. He mosns and mouths at their neck, hips bucking helplessly, plunging as deep as he can again and again. "S-Sorry, you j-just...feel so g-good inside," he manages to pant out, pulling back enough to meet Kurt's eyes, his own sweetly anxious. "You're -- okay? Are you all right?" He knows his brothers would never deliberately hurt someone so precious, but having been on the receiving end of their combined attentions, he knew how overwhelming it could be.
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Date: 2023-05-21 10:54 pm (UTC)"Y-Yes," they manage, wet and shivery but bright, a shaky smile on their lips. Their teeth are a little crooked, their grin lopsided and warm. Benji is so sweet to ask them. "Yes, I— I f-feel amazing. I've never— aah—! You all feel s-so good, Benji, I've n-never felt anything like this before. I didn't know, I— I didn't know."
Their whole life, they've been lied to. About wolves, about sex, about pleasure. About what their own body can do. Feeling Benji so deep inside, his thighs slick with his brothers' come, his body pressed so close to theirs, their cock wedged between their stomachs, makes Kurt feel like they can do anything. They can do this. They can be the pack's prized mate.
Trembling with pleasure, with need for more, Kurt holds on to Benji tighter and starts moving in his lap, rising on his cock before dropping back down, over and over. They throw their head back, crying their pleasure as they ride his cock, thighs trembling, picking up speed. "F-Faster, Benji, harder, p-please! Aah— y-you feel so good! Yes, y-yes, yes!"
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Date: 2023-05-22 05:10 am (UTC)But more importantly, they can care for the lonely group of wolves, hold the six of them together with their affection and kindness, become the center of each wolf's world. A pack with a mate to protect and provide for is a stronger, more cohesive group. Corrigan suspects that with a mate like Kurt, the already-strong group will be nearly unstoppable.
They seem to be enjoying themselves too -- moaning and crying out as they ride Benji's cock, as his eager hands squeeze and grab hungrily at their body, as he thrusts up hard and fast, chasing the peak of his pleasure as only a young wolf can. Corrigan feels something settle in his chest as Benji groans thickly, teeth finding a spot on Kurt's neck, completing the ring of claiming marks as he knots them. It's finished. The pack has made Kurt theirs, irrevocably, irreversibly. Nothing can take them away now.
Nuzzling against Naseer's shoulder, the Alpha murmurs something about ensuring there are enough leftovers from the hunt last night, having the others finish preparing the cabin. Usually the pack hunts nightly, spends the midnight hours out in the wilderness -- but Kurt needs to rest, and none of them will want to be far from their mate tonight.
Then Corrigan rises, walking over to where Kurt and Benji are locked in an embrace, catching their breaths. He can see the youngest wolf's knot already going down, his seed dripping down Kurt's shaky thighs, and he strokes Benji's hair away from his face, promptingly. "Very well-done," he murmurs, nuzzling at his brother's neck, then gently scooping Kurt up, cradling them to his chest. "Go help prepare the den. Give them somewhere nice to sleep. I'll clean them up."
And yes, that involves settling Kurt's weary, shaky form in his lap and sliding his cock back inside them as soon as he enters the sunwarmed river. Corrigan can help clean his little mate while enjoying them again -- simple multitasking. "Still awake, little bird?"
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Date: 2023-05-22 01:07 pm (UTC)So the younger wolves, invigorated with renewed purpose and a need to impress, to protect, to provide, all rush off to prepare the cabin, eager to make their den into a home. Even Naseer, not satisfied with offering his mate mere leftovers to eat, shimmers into his wolf form and darts into the woods to hunt fresh food, knowing everyone will need to refuel and gather their strength in the coming days. Not to mention celebrate.
Any new addition to a pack is cause for celebration, of course, but nothing compares to finally, finally, getting to claim a mate. It calls for a feast of fish and fowl and bushels of berries. They'll all be much too busy to hunt for a while, anyway.
It's not the pounding of retreating footsteps nor the caress of running water that stirs the weary little human back to life, but Alpha's cock sliding inside them once more, longer and thicker and harder than all the others, reaching all the way up to their fluttering soul. Kurt moans, head falling back against Corrigan's shoulder, their body shuddering with pleasure as they slowly grind their hips down into his lap. They luxuriate in the feeling of the wolf stirring up their insides, their hole so sensitive now compared to when he first entered them, soft but hungry, greedily squeezing around his cock. Even after being taken five times over, pumped full to bursting with the pack's seed, Kurt's body still instinctively tries milking more out of him. They really were born for this.
"Mmnh... Y-Yes, 'm awake," they murmur, eyes closed, their back flush against Corrigan's muscled front. Without conscious thought, they start running their trembling hands over their rounded belly, their tender puffy bitten chest, the claiming bites adorning their neck like exquisite pearls. By human standards, they must look utterly savaged. But they've never felt farther from it as they rock on Alpha's cock, as they arch into their own hands, pale skin hot and glistening in the sun with blood and sweat and tears and come and river water. Rather than savaged than stolen and brutalized, Kurt has never felt more beautiful. "Alpha... f-feels so good, Alpha... Don't e-ever want you to stop, p-please, never stop..."
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Date: 2023-05-22 08:02 pm (UTC)Still, the sun is getting lower and lower in the sky, the faint chill of night lacing through the warm wind, and Corrigan wants Kurt safely snuggled in their den before the moon is out. He thinks briefly of Miles, of the audacious attempted coup and the days of insubordination that preceeded it, and his grip tightens protectively on Kurt. Miles had made his choice, knowing the pack would choose a mate soon -- he'd wanted the privileges Corrigan has, wanted to be the one with first and last claim to the chosen human's body, wanted to exert his dominance over them. The thought of it makes the Alpha’s blood run hot with possessiveness, nails digging into Kurt's pale skin, marking them up even more. Miles will never so much as look at their mate, much less touch them.
Putting the thought aside, Corrigan gently scoops up handfuls of river water, cleaning the blood and come and sweat off Kurt's shuddering body with slow, lingering movements of his big hands. "You need to rest, my mate," he says firmly, scooping Kurt up and off his cock so he can ease his fingers inside their soft, tender hole, cleaning them out with careful motions. Much as he likes the look of them, belly full and rounded, they need to eat as well, and sleep comfortably. "We'll stay close, but you can't take all of us without a break, little one."
A pause, then Corrigan smooths a hand over Kurt's stomach, hiding a smirk against their neck. "Not yet."
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Date: 2023-05-22 09:15 pm (UTC)But they had been woefully wrong. Not only has Kurt discovered the most delicious, all-consuming, earth-shattering pleasure within the pack, but they've found companions. Protectors and providers who swear loyalty to them, who shower them with affection and love and undying claims, who will give them a true purpose. They haven't been snatched and soiled and broken. They've come home.
So they're a little needy now. A lot needy. "N-Not fair," they mumble, unable to stop their hips from bucking into Corrigan's hand, wanting to feel his fingers reach deeper, fill them up more, even as he tries to clean them. The claw marks Alpha left behind sting when they move, sharp and beautiful on their skin. "Don't wanna rest. I t-took all of you just fine..." They say that, but they can barely keep their eyes open, fatigue seeping deep into their bones. Now that they're not constantly getting fucked, the day's trials are starting to catch up with them.
The Alpha's final tease does make Kurt perk up a little, hope singing in their chest. So they're a lot needy now. Whose fault is that? "Not yet? S-So I'll be able to one day?" Big trusting eyes glance up at the wolf, the sorry pout on their lips disappearing.
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Date: 2023-05-23 12:55 am (UTC)Satisfied that they're cleaned out enough to avoid discomfort, Corrigan slides his fingers free, then tugs Kurt back to settle on his lap -- and his cock, filling them up once again. He's much more languid this time, rocking his hips slowly as he carefully untangles Kurt's long, beautiful hair, with a surprising gentleness. "But this is still new to you, little mate. And my brothers would never forgive me if I let you be hurt."
Another nuzzle to Kurt's neck, their cheek, tickling their soft skin with his rough stubble. "Tell me -- do you think anyone from the settlement will come after you?" The thought has protective fury already rising in Corrigan’s chest -- now that his eager rut has abated, he can see the old bruises, the signs of neglect. If anyone tries to steal Kurt back, the pack will have no reservations about slaughtering them.
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Date: 2023-05-23 01:25 am (UTC)"Mmm... y-you're so gentle with me," Kurt hums dreamily, like that fact surprises them, a sleepy little smile spreading on their face. The trickle of water around them, the fingers in their hair, the thick cock slowly rocking into their body, it's enough to make anyone a little drowsy. Their hands reach for Corrigan under the water, gently caressing his thighs, hips, waist, fingertips teasing over firm muscle and surprisingly soft skin. He feels so good. Better than the best dream they've ever had.
Not even the question about the village can shatter Kurt's blissful reverie—though it comes close, a soft furrow appearing between their brows. "No..." they start, maybe out of wishful thinking, maybe out of a genuine belief no one from the settlement loves them enough to go searching for them.
But what will the sheriff do if he suspects savage ferals took one of his people? What will the townsfolk do when they don't receive word of their safety? What will their father do without his outlet? "... I d-don't know." Kurt frowns, turning their face to nuzzle into Corrigan's neck. "I don't w-want them to. I won't go b-back with them, Alpha, I won't..."
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Date: 2023-05-23 03:32 pm (UTC)So, braid finished, he gently shifts Kurt around to face him -- still spread over his lap, still warm and shuddering around his cock, which is a nice feeling, one he could quite easily get addicted to. Both hands come up to cradle their face, thumb tracing the shape of their mouth, their full pouty lower lip. "We won't let them anywhere near you. They'll never touch you again. I swear that to you, Kurt. They won't even get near you."
Then, resting his forehead against his mate's: "Forget about that world, for now. Forget everything that isn't here, now, with us." He rolls his hips up, a bit harder, savoring how each movement prompts those soft, needy sounds from Kurt’s hoarse throat. "Forget about anything that isn't taking me inside you. How deep I am. How good it feels." Corrigan nuzzles against the throbbing claiming marks, starting to speed up his thrusts, hands gripping tight at Kurt's plush, perfect ass. "How much you want my knot again."
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Date: 2023-05-23 06:48 pm (UTC)Kurt can trust him to keep them safe. They know he will.
"Yes, oh y-yes," they sigh, that momentary note of worry in their voice completely dissipating, leaving only pleasure. He tells them to forget all about the human world, the sheriff, their father, their former life, everything that isn't Alpha's cock buried so deep inside—and just like that, their worries simply vanish. Why would they waste any more time worrying? Why waste a single thought on humanity, when they could focus on how good he makes them feel instead? Kurt doesn't have a good answer.
Their arms loop around Corrigan's neck, pressing closer to him as his thrusts get harder, faster, his thick cock plunging in and out of them again and again. The sound of water splashing around their bodies does nothing to drown out Kurt's sweet moans, steadily building into needy whines and cries, filling the cooling dusk air. When they bare their bitten, throbbing neck for Corrigan's mouth—like they're begging for another claim—their new braid falls thick and heavy against their back, like a caress. Alpha did that for them. Alpha is so good to them. "P-Please, that's all I want. Want your knot inside, Alpha, please, please, want it so bad, I— I w-wanna take your knot again. M-Make me take it, make me take y-your knot again, Alpha—! Aaah! Yes!"
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Date: 2023-05-23 09:51 pm (UTC)Not yet. Not just yet. The heady haze of being claimed will pass, and there will be steps taken back for each movement forward. There are old bruises on Kurt's body that none of the wolves put there, and Corrigan is old enough to know what that means. They've been claimed and mated and bred, but they still need to be wooed, courted like only an adoring, eager wolf pack can do. But it'll take time.
Not tonight, though. Tonight Corrigan snarls his pleasure against his mate's throat, spills inside their tight, hot body and knots them deep and thick and immovable. Without the other wolves clamoring for a turn, he'll stay knotted for a while, tucking Kurt against his chest and carrying them back towards the cabin that serves as the packs den. He can feel their exhaustion, their bone-deep weariness, as well as the shivers from the cool air on their wet skin, and he wants them out of the cold.
The cabin is warm and cozily lit by the fire, a two-room affair draped in furs and the various pack member's hobbies -- Benji's carvings, Leo's weaving and so on. There's a pot of something on the fire, and Kai and Naseer lazily tussling in their massive wolf forms, the former cleaning blood off the Beta's sleek muzzle. Corrigan settles down on the pile of furs in front of the fire, stroking his hand up and down Kurt's damp back, then giving a low warning growl as Leo -- also wolf-formed -- lopes over and nuzzles at the human's bare leg. "Don't jostle them, they're tired," he grouches, cupping the wolf's long nose in his hand and giving him a warning look.
Leo huffs in annoyance, then rests his chin on Kurt's thigh, gazing up at them with bright, intelligent eyes. It's easy enough to switch between forms, but their mate is shivering a little, and wolf bodies are warmer and softer than humanoid ones.
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Date: 2023-05-23 10:50 pm (UTC)A part of them is begrudgingly relieved that there isn't a line of four more wolves waiting for their turn with their ass again—as much as they whine and pout and demand more, wanting the whole pack all at once, they are only human, in the end. Kurt only just lost their virginity to five feral wolfmen, they're apparently mated for life with the beasts, and they're all sore and sticky and weirdly a little emotional. If they let themself truly feel how exhausted they are, they would just succumb to it, resigned to sleep for a week straight just like this, clinging to Corrigan's body with his knot buried deep inside them.
It almost feels like they've dozed off already, suddenly surrounded by warmth and the comforting smell of food, the light dimming before their closed eyes. Only when a furry snout rubs against their naked thigh do they realize they're not dreaming, but in a cabin somehow, cradled against their Alpha in a huge pile of furs. And there's a huge wolf on their leg.
"Hiii... Y-You're beautiful." It's all they can manage, voice hoarse and airy, still not convinced they're fully awake. As if on instinct, their long pale fingers start carding through the wolf's fur—could this be... Leo? can they really tell them apart?—gently petting the massive beast without a hint of fear. They marvel at how soft and fluffy he is, so warm against their chilled skin. "Th-This... You all live here?" they ask softly, gaze going between Corrigan and possibly-Leo.
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