The Sunspire Death Is A War[M] Blanket

He loves the sound of his name being growled out by the other. He doesn’t care what’s attached to it — an insult, a compliment, he doesn’t give a fuck as long as he hears his name come from those lips. He almost visibly shudders from it and a growl leaves his maw. Doesn’t even care when he’s slapped in the face with the fluff of his tail. Hell, Clay could choke him to death right now and he’d die happy.  

Though as he settles over the other and has finally seated comfortably in the wickedly tight heat that is Clay. His paw grips him further as Donovan grunts into the fur of Clays scruff as he feels a quick pulse around him. Then the other is completely falling down the road to no return and surely he whimpers and cries when Clay reaches his release. Donovan exhales and breathes that same breath in just as quickly when the pulsing continues all around him. Hugging his member so tight — almost too tight — as Donovan writhes and groans against him. Pressing himself deeper, paw in the ground clawing excessively at the dirt. Donovan even moans in earnest at the pulsating, purposely not moving to feel it around him. 

Too soon is Clay mouthing off again and he gathers his dignity enough to shake his head and give a breathy laugh. Eyes flicking down to follow the feeling of teeth in his arm. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t remember how to speak if you keep that up, princess.” He teases gruffly. 

Then all of a sudden he’s thrusting at a brutal pace, though not as deep at it is fast and shallow he switches it up. Stopping to grind the beginnings of a knot onto the ring of his entrance threateningly. This time when the movements are deep, solid, long thrusts. He drops his hips lower to hit it at a different angle. Surely hitting the males pleasure spot like nothing he’s ever felt before. He is persistent and brutally attacked the same spot over and over again.

They keep this up for much longer than Clay surely expects. Donovan enjoys his own pleasure, but would almost say he cares more of the others. Still he’s reaching his peak and he can go on no longer. His breath is coming in heavy and he lies a massive head, cheek down on his shoulders. He’s vocal, shameless in his pleasure. A long moan and a huff of breath onto his shoulder and Donovan can’t help it, he’s about to finally cum too. 

Picking his heavy head up once more, he growls and licks at Clays scruff. His thrusts have become deeper and he can feel his knot swelling, he has to get it in before it becomes too big to attempt. Suddenly, he stills himself, not wanting to hurt the other by attempting to lodge the base in with a thrust, he grinds himself against him. Snatching up his scruff on his maw and even picking up his other paw from the ground to meet beside the first. Surely it’s obvious what he has planned. Thankfully the base is only a quarter of what it’s fully inflated size is. Though with one more deep grind, they both could feel it pop right in. Yet he continues his thrusts and moans into the scruff of his neck. They’re shallow now and his knot inflated larger and larger. Donovan’s hold onto the other is tighter than a bear trap and his final thrust where he grinds in and growls against his coat reveal that he’s finally tipped over the edge.

Ropes of milky substance flow into him and his knot swells so large that there’s no way to pull from it without injury on both sides. The base pulls on his entrance as he continues his shallow thrusts, unable to stop the movement. For as long as his knot is inflated, he’d continue to release the fluid inside of him. Filling him up so full that if he were a bitch in heat, there’d be no doubt of the outcome.