This is bliss. For once, Essek feels caged but not stifled. He is something precious and wanted, protected in his most vulnerable state by someone who loves him. There is nowhere else he would rather be, anyway. The warm, heavy body over him, holding and surrounding him, pressed deep inside of him, may as well by the whole world to him right now.

Essek has been in that delirious state right on the edge of orgasm since the wolf's knot locked inside him and he felt the first hot pulse of his come. Everything feels maddeningly good, and he doesn't know if he wants to come or make this last. The impact and pleasure of even the smallest movements are multiplied, and his cunt gently milks the cock spilling inside him. Essek twitches every time his inner muscles flex. Yet even as he constantly hovers near but doesn't quite hit that peak, he doesn't feel frustrated. He's relaxed and fulfilled, because it was his alpha's orgasm he was striving for, not his own.

"How does it feel?" he asks somewhat dreamily. To come for minutes at a time, he imagines, must be intense. "Is it best right at the start, or as good the whole time? Is it better when I--" Tightening more deliberately, Essek hisses, baring his fangs as the sensation echoes through him, feeding his own pleasure. The knot feels especially good, swollen right near his entrance and too big to ever really get used to. Which is the point, of course.