Essek might as well be on another plane. As his orgasm tapers his body slumps and relaxes, and his cunt is open enough to accept the full length of his husband's cock, or nearly so, and he quickly takes advantage. He's being fucked with a need before his legs even stop shaking, and Essek feels like could come again at any moment as he's filled more fully and deeply than he could have imagined, the stretch a sweet ache. If he could spare a hand for it, he'd spread his fingers below his navel, certain his mate must be buried deep enough to feel from the outside. A small bump on his otherwise flat stomach, maybe.

But his arms are both needed to keep him from collapsing down into the blankets. Thankfully Percival is mindful enough to support him too, otherwise he really might be shoved forward with each of the wolf's powerful, demanding thrusts. One way or another he's going to be rutted into their bedding, but at least his knees won't suffer for it.

He can't help his noises of pleasure, soft but constant, but he wouldn't stifle them even if he could. He wants his alpha to know how good he feels, that this hard, demanding pace satisfies him more than just physically. He's being claimed. He knows it, and when he is bred, so will everyone else.

A surge of adrenaline accompanies the nip of sharp teeth, and Essek's back arches further in supplication, allowing his mate to rub his cock deeper into him. Light, he must be in to the hilt by now. He feels wrecked. "Oh, dearest," he pants, tossing his head back and exposing his throat willingly, a show of a trust and submission.

Does it feel good? he asks, sounding breathless and slightly distracted even in his thoughts. I have never been filled like this. I am yours, I am yours, all yours, my love.