Progress. What a way to refer to their increasingly driven attempts to put a baby in his belly. Their fixation on this, and on each other, quickly eclipses everything else Essek might have been concerned with. What else really matters but the husband he loves and starting the family he deserves? Giving him this gift with his own body is an ultimate act of love, among the greatest he can imagine providing.
It is also extremely satisfying in the most salacious and base way possible. Sex was lackluster until he started having it with Percival, and sex during his heat brought a new layer of intensity. But the rush of this is more powerful still, a communion not only of body and instinct, but of heart and mind as well. Essek had no idea he was capable of this--of experiencing lust or love with such ferocity.
Swept away by his own pleasure, he pants softly, breath hitching as he feels his alpha's knot press past his entrance, a delicious stretch even before it is full. The way it spreads him has his cunt bearing down even harder as though to keep his cock inside, the sensation an electric spark that seems to set every nerve in his body alight. He clutches harder at Percival's hand where it holds his to the bed, eyes dark and hazy, lips still obscenely parted.
The angle shifts just enough when Percy raises his leg to strike something tender within him more directly, and his fingers close tightly around the head of his own cock, his thumb rubbing again and again across the sensitive tip. He's barely able to whimper, "Oh, Light," before an orgasm takes him. His thighs squeeze against his mate's sides and his back arches, his cunt pulsing along with his cock as he spills over his hand and his stomach. His eyes flutter closed and then open again, and his hips give a sharp, insistent roll--as much as they can while he is pinned to the bed this way, at least.
"More," he gasps, demands. "More, do not stop--"
There is the answer, then, to Percival's previous question. He did need his knot first, but not for long.
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It is also extremely satisfying in the most salacious and base way possible. Sex was lackluster until he started having it with Percival, and sex during his heat brought a new layer of intensity. But the rush of this is more powerful still, a communion not only of body and instinct, but of heart and mind as well. Essek had no idea he was capable of this--of experiencing lust or love with such ferocity.
Swept away by his own pleasure, he pants softly, breath hitching as he feels his alpha's knot press past his entrance, a delicious stretch even before it is full. The way it spreads him has his cunt bearing down even harder as though to keep his cock inside, the sensation an electric spark that seems to set every nerve in his body alight. He clutches harder at Percival's hand where it holds his to the bed, eyes dark and hazy, lips still obscenely parted.
The angle shifts just enough when Percy raises his leg to strike something tender within him more directly, and his fingers close tightly around the head of his own cock, his thumb rubbing again and again across the sensitive tip. He's barely able to whimper, "Oh, Light," before an orgasm takes him. His thighs squeeze against his mate's sides and his back arches, his cunt pulsing along with his cock as he spills over his hand and his stomach. His eyes flutter closed and then open again, and his hips give a sharp, insistent roll--as much as they can while he is pinned to the bed this way, at least.
"More," he gasps, demands. "More, do not stop--"
There is the answer, then, to Percival's previous question. He did need his knot first, but not for long.