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Relief floods him, a warmth to counter the chill of fear, when he hears a whine he recognizes and then the two consecutive yips as requested. With a deep breath, he concentrates on letting the spell in his hand fade without releasing it. His fingers still tingle a little even after the gathered energy dissipates.

The creature that emerges is both what he expected and entirely novel. "Light, it is you," he murmurs, wide-eyed with delight and no small amount of awe as he watches the great white wolf approach carefully, massive despite his attempt to make himself smaller with diminutive body language. That he lays down a fair distance away is a good indication that he wants Essek to choose how close he'll get in his own time. If he needed one more confirmation that this is indeed his husband, that would do it.

Essek doesn't hesitate a moment longer. Though he doesn't run, he walks forward with determination in his step. It's just as he said. Now that he knows this is Percival, he isn't afraid at all, but fascinated, and unspeakably glad to have been found. Despite his heavy cloak, he certainly hadn't dressed for an extended time outside beneath it, and his thighs are sticky with how wet he is. The white wolf's thick fur looks soft and warm, an observation he quickly confirms as he kneels beside him and reaches to bury his hands in it, and then his face in the ruff of his neck, the way he would tuck his face between neck and shoulder when embracing a human Percival.

Inhaling deeply, Essek is shocked by his immediate recognition of the scent. Though the body is different, this is Percival without a doubt. His unique scent has hardly changed at all, and it's enough to make him shudder as a potent shock of need courses through him, more powerful and demanding than anything he's experienced yet. The pathetic-sounding moan he can't help is muffled in his husband's fur.

"Thank you for finding me," he whispers, making an effort to get a better hold on himself, though every breath is now accompanied by the smell of Percival, who he just couldn't go without, who he had to have so badly he'd wander the forest alone at night in the throes of heat looking for him. "My teleport must have been further than I thought. I am not familiar enough with this area."

As soon as Essek presses against him, Percival lifts his head and turns it toward the drow, pressing against him as he would if he were a man. He breathes deep and he can feel his pulse quicken when he realizes just how far-gone Essek is. If his scent didn't make it clear, the moan that he can feel as much as hear would. He can also smell blood and realizes that Essek is injured somehow.

There's a soft voice in Essek's mind - Percival's.

Safe.

The word is accompanied by faint feelings: Percy's concern and his relief in finding his husband in one piece. The wolf moves, shifting so that he can bodily curl around Essek, surrounding him with thick fur. He isn't wearing enough for this weather. Perhaps for a short sojourn in a garden or courtyard, but not wandering out here. For a few minutes he stays just like that, absorbed in the unexpected comfort of Essek's presence. They can't stay out here, though. Even if Percival can keep his husband warm through the night, they are vulnerable.

He wants to tell Essek how stupid this was, and how brave, and how--arousing. That will likely have to wait until after the moon if he wants to articulate it all with nuance. He can feel the heat of desire pooling low in his belly, but that will absolutely need to wait.

Percy nuzzles close, then huffs a heavy breath.

Cabin?

As he asks, he slowly gets up, careful not to knock Essek over as he does. If that is where Essek intended to go in the first place, that is where Percival will take him. If nothing else, it will ensure that if his husband ever decides to try this again, he'll have a clear idea of where the hell he's going.

Oh, that--Essek remembers the charm Percival had mentioned only when he hears his voice, or rather an impression of it in his mind, the same as receiving a sending or message spell, but just a single word and a more nuanced emotion accompanying it. Perhaps more like a very limited telepathy, then. He can do better than that. Still, hearing that voice at all is deeply reassuring, especially as the wolf's big, warm body curls around him protectively to reinforce it.

"I know," he murmurs gratefully, letting his chilled body be warmed as he presses close against his husband's side for the most simultaneously relaxing and stimulating few minutes he's experienced tonight. And when Percival nuzzles him, he presses a kiss to the side of his long snout in return. The shorter fur there feels like velvet against his lips.

He pushes himself back to his feet when Percival does, bracing himself against his shoulder. "Yes, we should go to the cabin. I assume you left your things there, wedding ring included? I mean to use it to cast Telepathy so that you can speak more freely with me." His brow furrows. "Though it would be nice to warm up there, I would guess that it is not a place you can stay comfortably while in this shape? I intend to remain with you, of course, so I will need to gather supplies."

Now that he is standing and looking more squarely at the wolf that is his husband, he's better able to take in the details--how his shape is not only big, but sleek and powerful, all that beautiful winter white, the unique shape of his front paws, wide and tipped with sharp claws, but articulated in the way a typical wolf's could not be, and the bright, attentive focus in his eyes, so familiar it makes him smile.

"You are magnificent, aren't you?" he murmurs, half to himself, as he reaches up to stroke the fur along the side of his powerful jaw.

Listening to Essek speak his plans out loud, his intent to stay with him no matter what, makes something else warm inside him. He closes his eyes and leans his head into Essek's touch, careful not to push him off balance. Percival has worried so long about being a monster, that it is unexpectedly touching to hear his husband call him magnificent.

He doesn't try to respond, knowing how limited he is. It would take far too long. Instead, he steers them in another direction and stays close by Essek's side for the walk to the cabin. He takes them by a deer path, easier to walk with only a few obstacles to navigate. The cabin is dark when they arrive, but that isn't a hindrance for either of them. It becomes evident that the wolf would have trouble getting inside and would likely take up most of the space once there, so Percival waits outside while Essek gathers whatever he needs or want.

Inside, the clothes Percy arrived in are folded on the bed. His ring and the Whisper earring sit on top of the pile. Nearby is a bag: more clothes, a few extra blankets. On the floor is another with hardy food to last a few days, mostly bread and preserved meat, but also cheese and some fresh fruit. It's chilly enough that Percy really hadn't worried about anything going bad. And if Essek doesn't want to carry everything, he has a perfectly willing pack animal waiting for him.

When the wizard reappears and makes clear his intention in casting Telepathy, Percy simply responds with: Neck. If Essek feels through his ruff, he'll find a thin chain there holding the charm on. It's Dwarven-make, relatively delicate-looking but clearly strong enough to withstand whatever a wolf would put it through.

With a guide who knows the way better than any other, the trip to the cabin is much easier. Essek is also given the chance to familiarize himself with Percival in this form, petting his side and talking to him as they walk. It is so intriguing to see the same thoughtful consideration in the wolf's eyes. Even like this, he can recognize so much of his husband. And thank the Light for that, because his heat is on him stronger than ever, and he sought him out for a reason. Any worry he'd had that he wouldn't want to have sex with him in this form after all fades the longer they are together. This isn't a stranger or a beast, but his husband.

Everything at the cabin is orderly, which makes Essek feel both fond and grateful. He's able to gather everything he'll need quickly while Percival waits for him outside, too bulky to fit easily through the door. He takes both prepared bags and Percival's wedding ring and slips back outside. The bags are set on the ground temporarily--Essek certainly won't be carrying both himself--as he makes ready to cast, and then sifts through thick white fur to find the length of chain beneath.

"Ah, perfect. As usual, you have thought of everything." Percy gets another snout kiss as a reward while Essek opens the clasp to slip his wedding ring onto the chain. "So that you are aware, through the telepathic bond we will be able to share not only words, but simple emotions, images, and other sensory messages. It is all very deliberate, and there should be no unintentional leakage between our minds, but it can be overwhelming if you are not prepared."

His warning given, Essek touches the ring on his finger to the one now nestled in the fur around Percy's neck and begins to cast. His other hand moves through the air, tracing a short series of glyphs that glow a shimmering silver, as he speaks the words to activate the spell clearly in Undercommon. It is an extremely powerful and complex spell that requires a great deal of concentration to cast, which is something he is in short supply of at the moment due to his heat, so there is a rush of satisfaction and elation when he feels the bond take hold. They'll have a full day before he will need to cast it again.

Without moving his lips, which curl into a soft smirk, Essek speaks directly into Percival's mind. Direct your thoughts to me in the same way you did with your charm. You need not restrict yourself to so few words, however. I will hear you.

The warning intrigues him. Percival is well aware that this is no simple magic, that this spell will likely take a lot out of Essek given the fact that he also teleported here and had a rough go of that. He stays still and quiet as his husband casts. The energy of it feels different like this and the wolf goes momentarily rigid, but that's mostly to keep from trying to shake off the tingly feeling. As the casting finishes, he relaxes again, eyes intent and curious.

He cocks his head when he hears Essek's voice so clearly in his mind.

Oh... this is better. There's another little wave of relief. It's strange, but... I think I like this.

He feels oddly close to Essek, which is a relief when his body is so different right now. He leans close to gently nuzzle his husband. He breathes in deep and this time he can't quite hide the shivering exhale, a growl rumbling in his chest. This is his mate. Beyond the spellwork he's performed today, Percy is a little surprised that Essek is still upright.

I can't believe you came out in this state. He turns his head away and carefully picks up the the bags by their straps. Once again, he stays close to Essek as he heads west. They eventually start moving uphill and Percival tries to find the easiest paths.

Right away, Essek likes it too. It's a huge improvement on the one-word responses, and he feels closer to Percival too, comforted by his familiar voice in his mind. He can express himself fully this way, and they can talk the way they always do.

Percival also isn't the only one breathing deeply. Essek can feel that wide chest expand against him when he presses close, and he does the same, letting it both feed and soothe the heat inside him. The growl is unexpected, but maybe it shouldn't be--he knows what he feels like, so he knows what he must smell like. It's also unexpectedly appealing, a low rumble he can feel as much as hear.

"Being in this state is exactly why I came out," he replies aloud, reluctantly stepping away from Percival so they can start walking again. He truly doesn't know how much longer he'll be able to push through like this, especially now that his lover is with him. "I couldn't..." His fingers curl into Percy's fur, unable to fully disconnect from him, even as they move toward their destination--wherever that may be. "I couldn't do this alone. I need you."

Once they start climbing, though, he needs to ask. "Just where are you taking me, dear one?"

Somewhere safe, where I can protect you and where you can get warm. It's... where I stay when I'm like this.

He doesn't immediately address Essek's declaration of his need. Perhaps it needn't be what Percy first thinks, even if he can feel the jolt of response through his body.

He helps Essek up a narrow path along a sharp drop in the ridge, and before too long they arrive at the opening to a cave. What appears to be a wall isn't, and Percy gently nudges Essek past it. It's darker in here, the moonlight barely reaching, but it might quickly become clear that Percival has been out here as a human to add more to this space, to make it comfortable for himself on the chance that he doesn't get back to the cabin before he changes back. He sets the bags down and finds the little fire pit by memory as much as sight. He huffs a soft frustration.

Can you help? There's space to make a fire here, but I can't manage flint or anything. While his forepaws are more like hands, they're too big to manage real finesse with tools not meant for his size.

A fire will illuminate the space better, revealing a nest of blankets not too far away. Percy sits there, trying to control the arousal building in him.

Essek... what-- The thought breaks and his ears flick back, then forward again. You're here because you need me.. But I'm not myself.

Protected and warm is all he needs, so long as they are together. In his old life Essek never could have imagined that he would think of a cave as comfortable or welcoming, but those are his first thoughts when he walks into this one. "Of course," he says, and produces a firebolt that ignites the tinder in the fire pit instantly. This at least is the sort of magic that takes barely a thought for him to perform.

Clearly this is a place that Percival has been many times, and it only makes him more aware that there is a part of his husband's life, a big one, that he has not seen or remotely understood until tonight. He turns toward him when he hears the uncertainty in his voice, crossing the space to join him by the nest of blankets. Light, he could genuinely see himself sinking down into that and it being the best feeling in the world.

"You are talking like yourself," he says. His hands come up to cradle both sides of that great head. With light, he can finally see the familiar color of those blue eyes. "Thinking like yourself." His fingers smooth back into the longer, thicker fur, tugging gently. "The Percival I am used to has a little less fur, but these are his eyes."

The longer he's close to him, the more certain he is. The more he wants this as much as he needs it, wants to show the man he loves that he is the only one who could satisfy him, no matter what he looks like. This doesn't have to be a separate part of his life; Essek is ready to embrace this, and him, entirely. His face softens.

"I am glad to finally meet this version of my husband, because he is beautiful."

And now that they are somewhere quiet, warm, and safe, Essek is fading fast into a place where he needs to be satisfied, and he knows that his scent must reflect that. His body is hot, sweating despite the cold, and if he slipped a hand between his legs he knows he'd find himself soaked and tender.

"Do you want to do this with me?" he asks carefully. "My heat will last at least as long as your transformation, and I...I have never had a need like this before. I have not been able to stop thinking about you for even a moment." Every breath he takes reminds him of that. If he isn't mistaking it--or imagining it--he thinks he might detect some arousal from Percival as well. "I want you to fuck me, I want you to be my alpha, just as you are." Probably best, he decides, if he states this plainly before he starts begging. It's absurd that he feels like at this rate he really might get to that point. "If that is not something you want, I think it...it may help just to have you near." He shakes his head. "I cannot be sure. I have never done this with someone else before."

Percival tips his head down, though his gaze doesn't leave Essek's as the man cradles his face. He's long told himself that he doesn't get lonely out here when he's like this, or if he does, it's only a matter of days. But he does, and it isn't. Carrying the knowledge of this curse is lonely, and even sharing the truth of it with Essek hadn't completely lifted that burden. Now, though, Essek has seen everything. Knows the full extent of what happens and how it effects Percy when he disappears.

As he listens, there is part of him that feels selfish. Essek has come to him in need and every fiber of his being wants to satisfy that, wants to do what he is meant to. And he is rather glad that a wolf cannot blush, because hearing Essek say I want you to fuck me is--well. The rush of blood is enough to make him feel dizzy and he cannot help a soft whimper. He lays down, attempting to hide the fact that his cock is starting to slide out of its sheath. Now that they're in a more enclosed space, all he can smell is Essek.

I want you. And even as he speaks into Essek's mind there is a frustrated growl in his voice. He's only been able to push his urges back for this long because getting his husband somewhere safe was paramount. But now that need has been seen to, and Essek is being very direct about his other needs. Percival shifts his weight and his fingers curl in the blankets, gripping tightly.

I don't want to hurt you.

That is his biggest concern, though he is starting to realize that his husband is a very determined man. Even as Percy tries to make his concern clear, there is a wave of feeling from him. His awareness of Essek's arousal and need, his bone-deep desire to take care of him in every way that he needs, to breed him even if nothing comes of it. Essek's insistent assertion seems to have let something off a leash and Percy is almost afraid of the intensity of it. But it feels right, too. And he tries to share all of that without overwhelming the wizard.

Undress. That sounds more like a command and Percy huffs a heavy breath, trying to rein that back in. Will you be cold if you take everything off?

The half wall that they're behind blocks wind, and between Percy's body heat and the fire the small space should warm up relatively quickly, but he still doesn't want Essek to get uncomfortable.

It is remarkable to Essek how clearly he can still read Percival's emotions and body language, despite the body being entirely different. He's quickly learning the swivel of his ears, the whimper, the way he moves his tail, how he relaxes into his full shape or makes himself smaller. Watching him lay down, Essek immediately wants to join him, to snuggle close into that warmth, bury his face in his fur and spread his legs and finally get the attention he so desperately needs.

The rush of heat he feels when he hears I want you growled into his head is overpowering, but what follows is enough to make him moan aloud. The feelings and desires he broadcasts even as he worries about hurting him fulfill something Essek hadn't entirely known he was looking for. The moment he's told to undress, his fingers fly to the clasps holding his cloak shut. He lets the heavy fabric drop without a second thought, and then rushes to remove the robe (Percival's, blue, from his bedroom) beneath it, that single layer all he'd bothered to cover his body with before setting out. When he drops to his knees and crawls into the nest of blankets to slot himself against Percival's body, he's wearing only his boots, and his state of aching arousal is made even more obvious.

Essek uses the convenience of his own spell to send his feelings in return where words won't quite suffice: lust so hot it scorches, admiration and love and complete trust that he won't be harmed, the need to be treated as precious and important, to be desired, to be taken and knotted and bred, to have this ache inside him satisfied, to be taken care of like he is the sole focus of Percvial's world just as he is his. The intensity Percival fears is reflected in Essek, who is already overwhelmed and welcomes more of it.

"I won't be cold," he says aloud, slightly breathless. His heart is pounding. He's been too hot all this time. "You are going to keep me warm, husband." His fingers thread through soft white fur, both insistent and exploring, seeking to touch him anywhere he can.

The wolf watches intently and intensely as Essek begins undressing. He realizes quickly that Essek is wearing his robe, and that earns another rumbling growl and a rush of approval. His hips shift as Essek drops down, coming to him on hands and knees until he's pressed close.

The rush of feeling that he realizes is from his husband as his mouth opening slightly as he's hit not only with Essek's urgency but also his affection and his trust. As Essek's fingers, dark in his white fur, stroke over him, he's quite certain the man will feel the tremble that shivers through him at his touch. No one has ever really touched him like that before while he's been like this. Percy tells himself not to get swept up just yet, but it's difficult with his mate in heat so close to him.

He shifts and one big hand presses Essek onto his back. He leans low and nuzzles beneath Essek's ear before he moves lower. His breathing is heavier, but still relatively slow and even, and as he pushes his husband's thighs apart he can't help a low groan. His dark thighs are damp and the scent of him has his cock throbbing beneath him.

You are exquisite, his voice purrs through Essek's mind. My beautiful, reckless, brave husband. He keeps his hand on the man's chest as he lowers his head. His tongue runs over Essek's slit, broad and flat and long. His other hand slides to grip his husband's thigh and he shivers again at the taste of him.

You are already so wet... Were you suffering? Even like this, Percival is capable of being a wicked tease. As he waits for an answer, he gives Essek another slow lick, tongue pushing between slick folds for a deeper taste. Claws prick gently against Essek's skin.

Essek is so fascinated by everything about Percival like this. He relishes feeling his reactions, and his gaze captured by his hands--his front paws--when he uses one to push him gently onto his back and it quite literally covers his entire torso. Feeling warm breath on his ear and silky fur against his bare skin makes him tremble, and his toes curl in his boots when Percival presses his thighs open.

Violet eyes half-lidded, he gazes at the beautiful, powerful creature lowering his head between his legs as his husband praises him in his mind. It feels surreal, but every sensation is so intense. His hips buck up from the blankets under him at the first touch of that incredible tongue, so it's a good thing the other of those massive hands holds his thigh. He feels both completely enclosed and also exposed in the most exquisite way.

"Of course I was suffering," Essek hisses impatiently. His prickliness is utterly dispelled by his husband's long, dexterous tongue parting his folds for a proper taste and really letting him feel it. His thighs shake and he whimpers. "I needed you hours ago, but you left me. Light, don't stop."

He's dripping slick across Percival's tongue and he's so fucking sensitive he can't stay still, the pleasure he's been denied building dizzyingly fast and intense. Soaked and stiff and wrecked already, his hands find purchase in Percival's thick fur and hold there just behind his head, both anchoring himself and making sure he keeps licking into him. Lips parted for panting breaths, he watches, utterly mesmerized.

Didn't want to hurt you, he insists, though now that excuse seems unreasonable. Essek is in heat and he's Percival's omega, there is no reason to leave him like this. Ever. And now that this introduction is out of the way and Essek has decided he still wants him, that will be easier to manage should the moon coincide again.

The sound of his whimper and the heavy taste of him on his tongue makes Percy shift restlessly, but he does not shift his focus. His eyes nearly close as he laps obediently at his husband's slick cunt and a low, approving growl rumbles in him as his strong, flexible tongue pushes into him to taste him deeper. He tries to find a rhythm like that. He doesn't have quite so much finesse like this, but the enthusiasm is no less.

You have me now. I am yours and you are mine.

Even twice Essek's size and physically powerful enough to do a lot of damage, Percy is still in his husband's thrall. Even as an alpha fully prepared to take control and breed his mate until neither of them can move, he is still enamored.

His tongue pushes deep and the wolf opens his jaws more to make that easier. His claws prick again against Essek's skin, not enough to leave any marks but a clear warning as his husband squirms. He can try to get closer if he wants, but Percival absolutely will not let him pull away. His tongue slides out to sweep over Essek's cock and on the next swipe it pushes in again, far more interested in the source of that taste.

You are so good, Essek. So good to come to me.

Essek is taut as a bowstring, muscles tense and trembling from his white-knuckled grip on Percival's fur to his stomach to his thighs.

"Yes," he gasps. "Yours--mine--" He curses loudly in Undercommon, chin tilting back as he winds tighter, exposing his throat. He wants to thrash as his husband fucks him with his tongue, so good he can barely think. Having to exercise enough restraint to keep his body still so sharp teeth and claws won't prick into his skin is possibly the hardest thing he's ever done, but it is mind-meltingly hot.

It's the threat of pain while still believing he is utterly safe. It's the way Percival's tongue sweeps unbelievably deep inside his cunt and then withdraws to lap over his cock before pushing impatiently back in, like he just can't get enough of his taste. Told how good he is by his alpha, he just can't help himself. He has to rock down against it, down into the wolf's open jaws--but he lets him. The sharp points against his skin don't press any deeper, but Light, his tongue does as Essek rides it.

Wide and long and curling inside him, it gently stretches him even as his cunt bears down hard as his pleasure rises. He's so tight everywhere he feels like he is going to shatter and it is going to be incredible. His hips push down in desperate little motions, his cunt gets tight around his husband's tongue, and he comes with a loud whine, shaking everywhere he isn't clutching. The flood of pleasure he's been anticipating for hours is intense enough to blank out his mind entirely. There's a sticky smear where his cock dribbles over his stomach, but more than that is the gush of wetness dripping from his cunt, as if he weren't already soaking the blankets under him.

Being here is an act of trust. Writhing between very strong jaws just to fuck a wolf's tongue is an act of trust as much as it is desperation. Percy whines as his mate's cunt squeezes around him, trying to milk a cock that isn't there. He's panting, breath warm against Essek's skin as his omega works himself to an orgasm. Percival growls as slick walls go tight and as Essek shakes apart beneath him, coating his tongue with a rush of slick wetness.

Very good, darling.

There is something so utterly incongruous about the smooth voice in Essek's head and the great beast between his thighs. Percy withdraws his tongue and licks a broad stripe over Essek's cunt and his stomach, cleaning away the come there with a rumble of satisfaction.

The wolf gets up slowly, thinking this next reveal will have to happen eventually, too. No sense in waiting. His cock is halfway out of its sheath, a red, wet contrast to his pale fur. He is aching to bury himself, but like every other introduction tonight, he has decided this will go at his omega's pace. For now, Percy sits back, leaving Essek with a view when he comes around from the intensity of that first release. He finds himself grateful that he isn't in a rut, or this sort of control might be beyond him.

I will not fuck you until you are certain, he says, blue eyes intent but his gaze still soft as he looks up at his husband.

He'll grow used to it, Essek thinks as consciousness and self-awareness gradually returns. Percival's voice, and the blue-eyed wolf happily lapping up the evidence of his orgasm, and how they are one and the same. Already he looks at this powerful beast and thinks that is my husband with a sense of bafflement and wonder. The praise settles warm in his gut, another burning ember.

Sighing, he stretches as Percival pushes himself up. That orgasm was much needed, taking the edge off and bleeding the tension from his body, replacing it with a soft, ready openness, not relaxed so much as receptive. Even coming that hard hasn't put a dent in his arousal, or--more importantly in some way--his need to be fucked.

That is a goal he won't be deterred from, even as he finally gets a look at the instrument in question nested there against the white fur of the wolf's belly. The shape is unique, and therefore intriguing. The size is...intimidating, certainly, but he'd expected no less given Percival's impressive mass. But the evidence of his alpha's arousal quickens his own need again like nothing else, and his tongue slips out to wet his lips. He looks up to meet Percival's gaze, caught for a uniquely lovestruck moment by how remarkably soft it can be even in this form.

Then, naturally, he proceeds to disregard the option to wait. This deep into his heat, he can't wait. He needs that gorgeous cock filling him like he needs air or water or magic. Likewise, he needs to satisfy his alpha, who very clearly wants him.

"I am certain already," he replies mildly. He doesn't think he's ever felt so empty. "Why don't you come closer, my love? Let me touch you." He can permit waiting long enough for that, at least. "I need you badly, k'allis, and I know that you need me."

Another shiver rushes over his nerves and Percival slinks closer to his husband. His cock is larger, but also more tapered at the tip. It won't save Essek a stretch, but it will at least make some of the effort easier. There is some part of him, no doubt his rising alpha instinct, that is somewhat ashamed of his reticence. This is his husband, his mate, his omega - there is absolutely no reason he should hesitate to be touched by this man. But he has been afraid of... what? Rejection? Revulsion? Something along those lines for so long that even surrounded by the scent of Essek's arousal it is difficult to shake.

But the wolf closes the scant distance between them. He looms over Essek and for a moment has to consider how best to make himself accessible. Percy settles with laying down again, body twisted so that he's mostly on his side, leaving his now fully revealed cock exposed for Essek's exploration. There is excitement in that thought to combat the lingering reticence. Essek's curiosity is something Percival fell in love with very early on, and he is now the object of that curiosity. He knows very well the attention and focus Essek can give to something he's interested in, and that is compounded by the fact that the center of his current interest is also his very aroused alpha. Percy tries to keep his breathing even, and as soon as Essek is within range, he stretches his neck to nuzzle against whatever part of his husband is most convenience.

You smell so good. Has he said that? Percy is feeling - and sounding - just a touch delirious himself and it's likely from his effort to hold back since Essek appeared in the forest. Fine tremors ripple through him, eager energy in desperate need of an outlet. He wants to bury his nose and tongue between Essek's thighs again. He wants to mount this man and fuck until neither of them even remembers they're in a cave. He leaves that line of thinking open to his husband, as if Essek needed any further reassurance that Percy is ready and willing to take care of him.

Though Essek is not entirely aware of his husband's hesitation, he does strive to make him feel welcome and appreciated. He curls in close as soon as the great wolf flops down on his side, looking at him with that very spark of curiosity that Percival so admires. He smiles openly and fondly when he's nuzzled, even returns it by kissing the top of that big, soft head, right between the blue eyes he so adores.

"How handsome you are," he murmurs appreciatively. He's quickly finding that he loves complimenting his husband's appearance in this shape. Part of the reason he's been kept away all this time, he would guess, is that Percival was afraid of being viewed as monstrous. Given how he'd insisted I'm not myself earlier, perhaps he even thinks that of himself. Essek wants to assure him that he does not see him that way at all.

Slowly and tenderly, his hands rub their way down his exposed stomach. He buries his face in his fur for a moment, breathing deeply and feeling another pulse of arousal between his legs, the deeply dissatisfying feeling of his empty cunt fluttering around nothing, just as Percival compliments his own scent. "So do you," he sighs, already distracted by the spill of emotion and desire that coming through the telepathic bond. Before tonight didn't know it was possible to be this turned on. He's desperate to be mounted, wants nothing more than to pass the days full of his mate's cock, happy and sated beneath his alpha--and he gives Percival access to those thoughts in return.

Finally, he reaches down to wrap a hand around the slick red length, exploring with genuine interest. He hadn't expected the heat of it, or how wet it is already, the skin smooth and velvety-soft. Toward the tapered tip he's able to get his hand around it, but as his fist rubs down to the base, his fingers and thumb spread apart until they can no longer touch. It only makes him more eager. He needs every inch of this in him, knowing the knot is sure to make it thicker still.

"Look at this pretty thing," he murmurs, his fist pumping slowly up and down. On his side also, he presses close enough to trap Percival's cock between their bellies as he strokes him. The red is lovely against his dark purple skin. "It looks like it was made to fit inside me."

Percy doesn't know what he's expecting when Essek touches his cock, but the jolt of pleasure earns his husband a low whine. The wolf puts his head down, jaws open as he pants. He can feel his cock throb beneath the wizard's hand and he growls in answer to Essek's praise. He bites the blanket to avoid trying to get his mouth on Essek as he presses close, trapping him between their bodies. It's the touch of his omega's skin that is driving him wild.

Essek.

It isn't an easy tone to discern but it is certainly one Essek has heard before. It's somewhere between a plea and a warning as his hips shift and he grinds against his husband, trying to encourage the friction of his touch and chasing the warmth of his bare skin. Another whimper edged with frustration rises in his throat. He wants to bury himself until they are locked together.

With another low sound, Percival moves.

While he does not have a lot of finesse, he is as gentle as he can be with the smaller body now beneath his. The wolf pushes Essek until he's on his stomach, pulls him up until he has his knees, at least, beneath him. His entire body covers the drow's and he whines as his cock brushes over Essek's back.

Essek absolutely relishes the very visible reactions in his partner, whining and twitching and growling and grinding against him in response to his touch. He's completely fascinated. Perhaps when they are both feeling less urgent, he will be able to explore his mate's body more thoroughly, and they can discover together what he likes in this shape. For now, Essek gives a satisfied hum, hearing his name in his mind and recognizing the intent behind it.

Obediently, he rolls over at the wolf's gentle but inelegant prodding, sensing his urgency and feeling it fully himself. The noise he makes as his body is arranged by those huge paws is not a word, but it is encouraging. He anchors himself in the blankets, spreads his knees wider, arches his back to lift his hips. He can think of nothing but this, finally exactly where he needs to be. He can feel the brush of his alpha's soft fur, the warmth of his huge, solid body covering him. He can nearly hear the pounding of his own pulse as he feels the slippery heat of the wolf's cock against his back. He whimpers as a current of almost painful desire spreads through his body and settles there between his legs, where his cunt is on obscene display, dark folds flushed and swollen and glistening with arousal.

With a hand almost shaking in anticipation, Essek reaches carefully behind himself and curls his fingers gently around his husband's cock. He guides it down along the seam of his ass until it's angled between his legs instead, the tapered tip sliding along the wet heat of his slit, against his own cock, much smaller but fully aroused, and then against his stomach, nudging the hint of softness below his navel.

Essek, bracing himself on his arms and pressing his forehead to the blankets beneath him, doesn't speak. He doesn't have to. He whines, high and soft in the back of his throat. From here this is all instinct, the most primal and omega he's ever felt. But it's right, as natural as a perfectly ripe fruit being plucked or a night-blooming flower opening in the moonlight. He loves and trusts and desires his alpha, as he should. The contentment he finds in that quiets his remarkable mind and awakens his body, young and beautiful but more or less ignored for more than a century as he refused to be claimed this way. Until tonight, when he needed to share his heat with Percival so badly that he would let nothing come between them.

Percival is struggling. They have never done this before with Essek in heat and to do it now, while he's like this, feels overwhelming. He doesn't want to hurt Essek, his desire to protect this man above all others is down in his marrow like this. But as soon as his heavy cock slides past his husband's cunt, all he can think about is burying himself in him. It's been a while since he's been through a real rut and he doesn't think he has one coming on (gods, he hopes not), but all he can think about is this. Essk is meant to be right here, beneath him: safe and cared for and receptive. The sound of his voice fills Percy's head.

He shifts his hips, adjusts his stance to get closer, to try to get the angle right. He growls as the head of his cock nudges against Essek's opening without fully penetrating: pressure just makes him pop out again and graze higher.

Help. Even his voice in Essek's head sounds ragged. Percy bears his teeth as Essek's hand touches him again, giving him the guidance he needs. The tip presses against his husband again, and this time as Percy thrusts forward, he sinks in. Percival fights to remember that he can't just shove deeper, not yet. There's a soft mantra that Essek might catch rushing through his head, Percy repeating over and over to himself that he isn't going to hurt his husband. He'll stop, or Essek will stop him and he'll listen. He isn't losing his mind. Again.

Even as he tries not to bury himself, he can't quite help the small, abortive movements of his hips as he seeks the slick, tight heat of Essek's body, generating friction that both takes the edge of and makes him feel more urgent all at once.

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As soon as Percival asks for his help, Essek reaches back again to position him where he needs to be. The first attempt was a tease for them both. He pushes his hips back to make this first thrust easier and guides the tip of his lover's cock through his folds to press against his entrance, gripping his shaft loosely until Percival applies enough pressure to sink in without mishap.

"There, dearest, you--ah--"

Essek gasps as he feels Percy's hips snap forward, and he takes several more inches than he expected to all at once as his husband's cock, slick and tapered, sinks into him smoothly. His hand falls back to the blanket to support himself, and his cunt throbs at the sensation of sudden fullness. He can hear the concerned reassurances his mate is repeating in his mind, and in return he conveys how very not hurt he is, how good it feels to finally get what he's been craving all night. More than pleasure, it is bone-deep relief.

Fingers curling into the blanket under him, Essek moans softly but openly as even the smallest shifting inside him produces bright, intense sparks of pleasure. He feels stretched, the tight walls of his cunt gradually accommodating something larger than he's used to, but they haven't yet reached the point where he was anticipating his girth becoming a challenge.

Murmuring a phrase in Undercommon that most would find rather sacrilegious given that he's applying it to his werewolf husband's cock rather than the Light of knowledge and eternal life, Essek rolls his hips back in eager and impatient counterpoint. He swaps back to a language they both know for a heated plea. "Please my love, take me, you feel so good..."

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The wolf voiced a whining growl as Essek moves beneath him, pushing back to take him deeper. Percy leans his weight forward into one paw and the other leg hooks beneath Essek's hips, not quite dragging him closer but certainly making sure that he cannot pull away. Percival is panting with the effort of restraint and excitement. His tongue sweeps over Essek's shoulder and he tries to keep himself from biting down like he wants to.

Every small thrust gets him a little deeper. He fucks Essek shallowly, trying to give him time to relax into the stretch, trying to give his body a moment to adjust. While he can't muster words to answer Essek, he tries to leave himself somewhat open, sharing how deliriously good it feels to be inside him, how eager he is for more.

His eyes close and Percival revels in the feeling of his husband accepting him, the squeeze of slick heat around him as the scent of Essek's arousal fills the small cavern. He's more than halfway in when a breathless voice finally manages to manifest words.

Good? Do you need--what do you need?

They're both lost to the physicality of it for a bit. Essek is near euphoric as he's made to take more of that long, thick, hot length into the tight, slick clutch of his cunt, and his small body gradually adjusts to allow it. What arouses him most about the process of working himself up to accepting his alpha's cock is the big paw gripping his hips, ensuring that he can't squirm away. Taking more is his only option, and so he does.

Essek has never been so loud in bed before. Whimpers and gasps are punched out of him with nearly every little thrust, and by the time Percival speaks into his mind, more than half of his impressive cock buried in the vicelike grip of his omega's cunt. The short rocking motions and the wide stretch at his entrance and the constant rubbing against the incredibly sensitive front wall have Essek on a precipice already, head spinning. He can't possibly speak aloud right now and be understood.

I have never felt anything like this. The thought comes through clearer than words would. Don't stop. I need you, alpha, yes, like that--

Even that deteriorates as a tremor passes through Essek's body, pleasure peaking sharply and cunt squeezing. This orgasm comes with a soft whine and a needy roll of his hips, welcoming more of his husband's cock and milking every inch inside him.

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