He's never seen Essek quite like this. He's been around other omegas in heat but never his omega and Percival's desire for him is consuming.
The wolf groans and leans his weight harder into the surface of the blanket. It makes his chest press against Essek but with the table, he isn't putting his whole weight on his husband. He hangs his head, panting hard as his hips move with restless urgency. With a firmer push, his knot finally sinks in, swelling further until it's trapped inside the body beneath him. Percy whines and his entire body shudders as he comes again. How many times is that between them...? He isn't sure anymore, and it doesn't matter.
Percy bites the edge of the blanket to avoid biting Essek. He's managed to be gentle with his teeth so far and he doesn't want to risk a painful mistake as his ability to control himself wanes, as instinct spikes.
He tries to catch his breath as his cock throbs inside Essek's cunt, every pulse another little release. Delirious as he feels, Percy tries to get a foreleg around Essek just in case their table should give way as the spell ends. He doesn't want Essek to fall away from him, doesn't want to risk hurting either of them with gravity suddenly fighting against the knot. So, just in case, he holds his husband against him as best he can, trying at the same time to avoid smothering him in thick fur.
Will you be able to stand?
Percival finds himself sincerely doubting it after an hour on his back with a wolf cock buried in him, but he asks all the same.
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The wolf groans and leans his weight harder into the surface of the blanket. It makes his chest press against Essek but with the table, he isn't putting his whole weight on his husband. He hangs his head, panting hard as his hips move with restless urgency. With a firmer push, his knot finally sinks in, swelling further until it's trapped inside the body beneath him. Percy whines and his entire body shudders as he comes again. How many times is that between them...? He isn't sure anymore, and it doesn't matter.
Percy bites the edge of the blanket to avoid biting Essek. He's managed to be gentle with his teeth so far and he doesn't want to risk a painful mistake as his ability to control himself wanes, as instinct spikes.
He tries to catch his breath as his cock throbs inside Essek's cunt, every pulse another little release. Delirious as he feels, Percy tries to get a foreleg around Essek just in case their table should give way as the spell ends. He doesn't want Essek to fall away from him, doesn't want to risk hurting either of them with gravity suddenly fighting against the knot. So, just in case, he holds his husband against him as best he can, trying at the same time to avoid smothering him in thick fur.
Will you be able to stand?
Percival finds himself sincerely doubting it after an hour on his back with a wolf cock buried in him, but he asks all the same.