The growl reverberates through Essek's body the way the word does through his mind, possessive and protective and reassuring. Knowing that he is Percival's gives him peace and pleasure. And Percival stakes his claim very, very clearly.
Essek had been so embarrassed the first time Percival had used that toy with him, the one meant to simulate an expanding knot. Entirely new to the experience, he hadn't known then how even that would affect him, triggering instincts he hadn't accessed before. He'd become needy and submissive and came hard in a remarkably short time. Eventually his embarrassment shifted to excitement as he grew closer with Percival and the toy was used more often, and finally he looked forward to experiencing the real thing with his husband.
While he hadn't imagined this, it would have been difficult to anticipate taking his first knot from a massive wolf while in heat. His fantasies absolutely pale in comparison to reality, anyway. If his experiences with Percival's clever toy had shifted his perspective, this is rewriting it completely.
A wave of elation and arousal sweeps over him as he finally, unmistakably feels the growing knot, and he goes still, letting his alpha take control entirely. The wolf's jaw opens around his shoulder and his thrusts slow, easing his knot into his cunt and keeping it there as it grows thicker. It feels dizzyingly good grinding against his walls as his mate's thrusts get shorter but somehow more demanding, every inch of his cock buried in his omega's soft little cunt. Essek can feel fur against the curve of his ass and the back of his thighs, and he's close to coming again when he realizes that Percival already is, and he can feel it.
"Oh," he gasps, and that is about all he can manage. His thoughts are more instinctual than fully formed because he can feel his alpha's seed filling his cunt and his knot swell to keep it inside him and it is everything his heat has been demanding from him. He searched out his alpha to fuck and mate and breed. Deadly sharp teeth prick his shoulder and warm, panting breaths paint his skin and a huge paw clutches him, holding him there on the wolf's cock inside him as it spills and spills, and Essek comes hard enough for his knees to buckle as he shakes apart. His cunt tightens rhythmically around his husband's cock. The world goes fuzzy and warm and soft. He slumps forward, and the only thing keeping his hips up is his husband's arm around him. He can feel the tug of his knot against his entrance, swollen enough that it doesn't pull free, and the grinding inside him feels fucking euphoric, only prolonging his pleasure.
What Percival might be able to discern through their link is an intense combination of sensation and emotion, but the underlying message is surprisingly clear. Yours.
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Essek had been so embarrassed the first time Percival had used that toy with him, the one meant to simulate an expanding knot. Entirely new to the experience, he hadn't known then how even that would affect him, triggering instincts he hadn't accessed before. He'd become needy and submissive and came hard in a remarkably short time. Eventually his embarrassment shifted to excitement as he grew closer with Percival and the toy was used more often, and finally he looked forward to experiencing the real thing with his husband.
While he hadn't imagined this, it would have been difficult to anticipate taking his first knot from a massive wolf while in heat. His fantasies absolutely pale in comparison to reality, anyway. If his experiences with Percival's clever toy had shifted his perspective, this is rewriting it completely.
A wave of elation and arousal sweeps over him as he finally, unmistakably feels the growing knot, and he goes still, letting his alpha take control entirely. The wolf's jaw opens around his shoulder and his thrusts slow, easing his knot into his cunt and keeping it there as it grows thicker. It feels dizzyingly good grinding against his walls as his mate's thrusts get shorter but somehow more demanding, every inch of his cock buried in his omega's soft little cunt. Essek can feel fur against the curve of his ass and the back of his thighs, and he's close to coming again when he realizes that Percival already is, and he can feel it.
"Oh," he gasps, and that is about all he can manage. His thoughts are more instinctual than fully formed because he can feel his alpha's seed filling his cunt and his knot swell to keep it inside him and it is everything his heat has been demanding from him. He searched out his alpha to fuck and mate and breed. Deadly sharp teeth prick his shoulder and warm, panting breaths paint his skin and a huge paw clutches him, holding him there on the wolf's cock inside him as it spills and spills, and Essek comes hard enough for his knees to buckle as he shakes apart. His cunt tightens rhythmically around his husband's cock. The world goes fuzzy and warm and soft. He slumps forward, and the only thing keeping his hips up is his husband's arm around him. He can feel the tug of his knot against his entrance, swollen enough that it doesn't pull free, and the grinding inside him feels fucking euphoric, only prolonging his pleasure.
What Percival might be able to discern through their link is an intense combination of sensation and emotion, but the underlying message is surprisingly clear. Yours.