They manage, somehow, to time things well enough. Essek is able to lower the blanket beneath him gradually to the ground, and the knot slips out of him before it would become uncomfortable. The way Percival still takes care to hold him is very sweet, but Essek's attention is quickly between his legs, as his knot is followed by his cock, and he suddenly feels incredibly empty.

He isn't, though, which is more than apparent. A mess might have been an understatement after three--four?--rounds.

Thighs splayed, he reaches for the wolf's head as he begins to clean him up again, not to push him away, but just to touch him. His eyes fall closed as he wills himself to relax into the ache in his body. The fur is soft beneath his hand and the warm, wet tongue laving over his folds is oddly soothing after the last hour.

"Light, you've done well," he praises, soft and breathy. "Are you proud of yourself?"