Cedar Sweep Bang-A-Rooni (Mature)

The Royal Fire Court, Aspen, Golden Glade, hell, even Charley Pryor didn't exist in this moment: only a hormone raging man who knew he no longer had to hold back because he was a subordinate. He was an alpha, a KING, there was no force in the world that could tell him no, now except his wife, who's gonna be fuckin pissed.!
Heartha moaned, and it only made him more rough. The grip on her scruff tightened, even through his pants of effort and contact, and his thrusts became much rougher. 
All in all, the entire thing only took a minute or two, but for Charley, the pleasure flooding his body lasted for hours on end. All too soon, he felt his knot swell, thrusting one last time before whimpering at his completion. He couldn't move: they both would know that, but he did take as much of the weight as possible onto his own hind legs. Trembling, Charley's first thoughts came back to him, but they didn't fit with what his body was feeling at all. Letting go of the pale womans scruff and leaning backwards, Charley took a deep breath.
              Oh god, Aspen! What have I done....
His one eye focused on Heartha again, still warm and pleased, but shining with worry. Choked as his words were, and ashamed as he was in himself, there was no blame put to the woman in his arms. Charley could breathe but one, quiet word, laced with affection and hurt. 
                        "Heartha...."