It is fortunate that Essek has plenty of experience seeming disaffected, because the sight of Percival's erection straining his trousers makes his empty cunt clench eagerly, arousal settling low in his body. The half-hard swell of his own cock is pinned beneath his smallclothes against his thigh, and thankfully hidden beneath the heavy layers of his robes. Visually, at least, he is immaculate, but for a flush settling high in his cheeks that he can't help. Luckily the room is dark, and he is the one at an advantage here.

"That is to be expected," Essek says dismissively. "I am carrying your child. You would be a poor alpha indeed if you denied me anything."

The toe of his boot traces almost idly up the inside of Percy's thigh along the inseam of his trousers, pausing just short of the obvious destination.

"But look at how desperate you are," he smirks. "A mere four days without release and you turn into this wanton creature. Falling to your knees when I beckon, thinking that you can promise me something of value." Carefully, with teasingly light pressure, Essek applies the flat sole of his boot to the shape of Percival's cock. "That is the trouble with most alphas, I suppose," he sighs. "The moment this gets hard, your head empties of every other thought."