Essek is taut as a bowstring, muscles tense and trembling from his white-knuckled grip on Percival's fur to his stomach to his thighs.
"Yes," he gasps. "Yours--mine--" He curses loudly in Undercommon, chin tilting back as he winds tighter, exposing his throat. He wants to thrash as his husband fucks him with his tongue, so good he can barely think. Having to exercise enough restraint to keep his body still so sharp teeth and claws won't prick into his skin is possibly the hardest thing he's ever done, but it is mind-meltingly hot.
It's the threat of pain while still believing he is utterly safe. It's the way Percival's tongue sweeps unbelievably deep inside his cunt and then withdraws to lap over his cock before pushing impatiently back in, like he just can't get enough of his taste. Told how good he is by his alpha, he just can't help himself. He has to rock down against it, down into the wolf's open jaws--but he lets him. The sharp points against his skin don't press any deeper, but Light, his tongue does as Essek rides it.
Wide and long and curling inside him, it gently stretches him even as his cunt bears down hard as his pleasure rises. He's so tight everywhere he feels like he is going to shatter and it is going to be incredible. His hips push down in desperate little motions, his cunt gets tight around his husband's tongue, and he comes with a loud whine, shaking everywhere he isn't clutching. The flood of pleasure he's been anticipating for hours is intense enough to blank out his mind entirely. There's a sticky smear where his cock dribbles over his stomach, but more than that is the gush of wetness dripping from his cunt, as if he weren't already soaking the blankets under him.
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"Yes," he gasps. "Yours--mine--" He curses loudly in Undercommon, chin tilting back as he winds tighter, exposing his throat. He wants to thrash as his husband fucks him with his tongue, so good he can barely think. Having to exercise enough restraint to keep his body still so sharp teeth and claws won't prick into his skin is possibly the hardest thing he's ever done, but it is mind-meltingly hot.
It's the threat of pain while still believing he is utterly safe. It's the way Percival's tongue sweeps unbelievably deep inside his cunt and then withdraws to lap over his cock before pushing impatiently back in, like he just can't get enough of his taste. Told how good he is by his alpha, he just can't help himself. He has to rock down against it, down into the wolf's open jaws--but he lets him. The sharp points against his skin don't press any deeper, but Light, his tongue does as Essek rides it.
Wide and long and curling inside him, it gently stretches him even as his cunt bears down hard as his pleasure rises. He's so tight everywhere he feels like he is going to shatter and it is going to be incredible. His hips push down in desperate little motions, his cunt gets tight around his husband's tongue, and he comes with a loud whine, shaking everywhere he isn't clutching. The flood of pleasure he's been anticipating for hours is intense enough to blank out his mind entirely. There's a sticky smear where his cock dribbles over his stomach, but more than that is the gush of wetness dripping from his cunt, as if he weren't already soaking the blankets under him.