Essek's soft noises of pleasure become more pronounced as soon as he begins to feel his mate's knot swell. He already loves the way it feels rubbing inside him, but the intent of it thrills him just as much--as it does Percival as well, it seems. They've decided that they are going to get him pregnant, and every harder, faster thrust with his knot fucking in an out of his cunt makes this more real, more immediate. This could be it, tonight or tomorrow or right now. He could very well return from the wilderness carrying his husband's first child. The heir to Whitestone.

He wants it. Light, he wants it. His body aches for it. And he is going to do everything in his power to get it.

"Then you had best put one there, husband."

His cunt is already tightening, probably because he's been fucked well enough to make his legs quiver where they're drawn up close to his chest, but Essek would like to think it is his body responding to his alpha's growing need. Perhaps it's both. His fingers wind tighter into white fur, holding on and reassuring himself that Percival is staying close, right here with him.

"When my belly grows, everyone will know how completely I am yours," he murmurs. "Let me show them how well you bred me, my love."