Percy shudders on top of Essek and leans more of his weight into the table as he starts fucking his mate in earnest. Every stroke builds the tension in his belly, encourages the swell of his knot until he can feel it rubbing against Essek's cunt with every thrust, offering friction and pressure.

I want to see your belly swell with an heir. Percival cares so little about an actual heir, but in this moment the possibility of having even one child with Essek is consuming. If his husband does not come away from this pregnant, it will not be for a lack of trying on their part, he is determined in that and he knows Essek will be for as long as he's in heat.

And that Essek is so keen for it, even if it is just for a few days, is appealing in a way Percy hadn't anticipated.

He pants as he leans over the smaller body beneath him, feeling delirious with the perfect, squeezing heat of his mate's cunt, wet and open and ready for him.