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San has been tracking the fairy for three days now.
He has had a hundred opportunities to catch him, but San wanted to get to know him first - and maybe scare him a little, too, with a cracked twig or a heavy breath that has the fairy looking over his shoulder almost constantly now. He’s learned quite a bit about the little fairy through these three days - he’s watched him stroll on his morning walks, innocent and unconcerned, and he’s seen him spend evenings singing to flowers and midnights knocking on the doors of his fairy friends. He has even learned his name - Wooyoung, a name as pretty and soft as he is.
San had paid a visit to the place he calls home, the hollow of a massive tree whose roots spread deep into the forest. He’d sniffed around, stolen some of his clothes, just curious. The scent of the fairy on his clothes had nearly driven him feral later that night when he lay awake with the gossamer net pressed to his nose. Mate, his wolf had growled inside him. Mate. Mate. Mate.
When he sniffed around Wooyoung’s hollow the next day, he’d found a row of monkshood planted around the entrance, like the little fairy really thought the flower could keep him away. It had almost made him laugh. As if there is anything that could keep San away from him now that he has imprinted.
So on the night of the third day, San decides to pay the little fairy another visit, if only to prove to him that a little monkshood can’t keep away a wolf. The moon is high in the sky when he stops outside the hollow, eyeing the row of tall purple flowers bordering the pathway with disdain. He tears a handful out from the ground, spraying soil all over the stone path, and sniffs the petals. They do nothing more than make him sneeze.
He crushes the rest of the monkhood with his boots, leaving purple and green scattered over the path.
San will admit that he had only intended to scare the fairy when he decided to visit him that night. He had wanted to toy with him, remind him who held the power here, show him how foolish he was to think he could hold San off with his fairy tricks. But when San sees him lying in his bed, lips puffed out in sleep, he finds his tenuous restraint shattering.
Wooyoung is as lovely in sleep as he is in waking. His cheeks are round and full, long lashes resting against his skin, quivering slightly as he dreams. Today his hair is pink, pushed back from his strong brow, and the shade matches exactly the color of his plush lips.
The fireflies flickering around his hollow lend a warm glow to his smooth skin, and his bed is made of vines and flowers that curl around him as he sleeps as if encasing him in their hold. He wears only a shimmering shirt, sleeves pulled past his wrist and the hem sitting against his thighs. His bare legs stretch out over his bed, thick and enticing, and San feels a growl building in his throat. The blanket, stitched from leaves, has been kicked off onto the ground.
San can’t wait any longer.
He had promised himself he would hunt Wooyoung first, chase him through the woods, and claim him, as is tradition. But he wants him so badly he can feel himself trembling with desire. It wouldn’t hurt, he supposes, to have a taste of him now. As long as he doesn’t knot him, doesn’t bite him tonight, he can still follow through with a proper mating.
Once the decision is made, San is quick to act. His gaze flickers around the small hollow, over the wooden cabinets and flower baskets, wondering what he could use. He settles on a row of shelves lined with tiny bottles and moves closer to peer at them, squinting at the neat handwriting labeling each bottle. He scans through two rows before he sees it - a yellow sleeping draught.
Snatching it off the shelf, he slips quietly over to Wooyoung’s bed and perches slowly on the edge of it. Wooyoung doesn’t stir. This close, San feels like he’s drowning in his sweet scent - it fills his lungs until he can barely take a breath without feeling like he’ll lose control. He slips his arm under Wooyoung’s narrow shoulders and lifts him, pressing the bottle to his lips. Wooyoung’s lashes flutter, but he doesn’t wake.
San tips the bottle, and Wooyoung swallows all of it - obediently, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
Magic works fast, so San doesn’t bother waiting. He climbs onto the bed, flipping Wooyoung over onto his stomach, licking his lips when his shirt rides up over his hip, revealing the thick curve of his ass. Wooyoung’s tiny wings, set under his shoulder blades and pink like his hair, don’t even flutter. They’re so small he probably can’t even fly. Most fairies have wings far larger than his, but Wooyoung is a runt. San wonders if that’s why he hasn’t been mated yet - the other fairies must be looking for a stronger mate, not a tiny, weak thing like Wooyoung.
San doesn’t mind.
He tugs Wooyoung’s hips up so he can look at him, spreading his legs wider. He’s a little surprised to find that Wooyoung’s wet - he must have been dreaming about something dirty. The pink, plump folds of his pussy are glistening, fat, and ripe for the taking, and San licks his lips. If he wasn’t so impatient, he’d take his time running his tongue over his cunt, licking him until he was nice and wet. As it is, he leans in and licks a stripe just to mark his territory, his cock throbbing when he tastes Wooyoung’s salty slick.
“You’re all mine, little fairy,” he growls, running his thumb over the seam of Wooyoung’s wet, velvety folds. He presses harder and watches how they part beneath his touch, soft and fat. “Gonna fuck your fat cunt and then I’ll hunt you tomorrow and fuck you again.”
He slides his thumb further up Wooyoung’s cunt, slipping it under the hood so he can rub at the hard nub of his clit. Wooyoung’s body jerks in response, fingers twitching weakly against the sheets, but of course, he doesn’t wake. His own magic is working against him. San wonders if he can make him come like this, fast asleep, his body betraying him, and finds that he likes the idea of it too much not to try.
He presses his thumb hard against Wooyoung’s clit, moving it in firm circles, in a way that would probably have him shrieking if he was awake. Wooyoung jolts, twitching against the bed, and San attaches his mouth to his folds and sucks the soft skin between his teeth. He pushes his tongue between his folds until he finds his hole and licks into him messily, feeling Wooyoung’s slick begin to coat his chin.
Wooyoung’s pussy is hot and wet, sucking him in, and he can’t imagine how good it will feel around his aching cock. He thrusts his tongue inside the wet heat, lapping up his juices, his thumb working his clit mercilessly. He can already feel Wooyoung’s muscles seizing up beneath him, his hole clenching tighter - it must be Wooyoung’s first time if he reacts so sensitively even in sleep. San sucks around him, licking noisily, the wet slurp of his mouth echoing throughout the small hollow. He pinches Wooyoung’s clit between his fingers and feels his hole spasm around his tongue, his hips twitching and fingers clutching weakly at nothing as he comes, a gush of slick leaking out around San’s mouth. He licks up every last drop, sucking him clean, and sits up, wiping Wooyoung’s slick from his chin.
“Look at that,” San bites, grinning harshly down at Wooyoung’s limp figure, “came and you aren’t even awake. What a greedy little pussy you have.”
He’s played around enough, he decides, and his hard cock is waiting for relief. San tugs his pants down enough to let his cock out, stroking it as he yanks Wooyoung’s hips back up again. He presses the tip of his cock against Wooyoung’s wet folds, dragging it up and down through the slick, coating himself thoroughly. He grits his teeth, desires like a fire inside him that won’t let up. San has never wanted anything as much as he wants Wooyoung.
He spreads Wooyoung’s slick folds with his thumbs and lines his cock up to his hole. When the tip breaches him, San lets out a long groan, eyes rolling back into his head. It’s too hard to hold back after that. He fits his hands around Wooyoung’s small waist and yanks him back onto his cock, thrusting into the tight, throbbing heat with a growl he can’t manage to keep quiet. Wooyoung gurgles, hips twitching; his lips are parted, a wet pool of drool staining the sheets beneath them, his eyes squeezed shut.
San’s holding him so tight he knows he’ll leave bruises as he fucks him, the sharp slap of his hips meeting Wooyoung’s ass echoing throughout the hollow. He’s lucky Wooyoung doesn’t have any neighbors, although he supposes it wouldn’t matter - in the state he is now, he’d kill anyone who got in his way. He wraps his hands around Wooyoung’s thighs and lifts him bodily off the bed, fucking into him hard and fast, Wooyoung’s thick, velvety folds clinging to his cock on each thrust. The bed is shaking, vines moving against the ground, and the fireflies have fluttered away from them, lining the ceiling at a safe distance.
San feels mindless, the wolf inside him going mad with desire and desperation, growling at him over and over: mate, mate, mate. Wooyoung’s hot, wet pussy is sucking him in, taking him like he was made for it, so wet that San’s cock is glistening with slickness. The sight of his cock stretching his hole wide is obscene - Wooyoung’s small and San is huge, a wolf, but he likes the way Wooyoung stretches to accommodate him, likes the way he feels so tight around him like he’s being suffocated.
He yanks Wooyoung up onto his knees, Wooyoung’s back against his chest, his little wings fluttering against him, and digs his teeth into his shoulder. Wooyoung’s head lolls against him, still drooling as he sleeps, snuffling softly. It’s all he can do not to mate him there, bite his neck until he’s bleeding, and bound to him forever, but he restrains himself. He slides his hand under Wooyoung’s shirt to rest over his lower belly, where he can feel the thick, long outline of his cock moving inside him on each thrust. San growls by Wooyoung’s ear, his quick thrusts turning into hard, firm ones so he can relish the feeling of his cock pushing against Wooyoung’s soft, tender skin.
He comes with his teeth in the nape of Wooyoung’s neck, fingers digging into his belly where his cock moves, his thrusts growing harsh and erratic as he spills inside him. He fucks him until he realizes his knot is swelling, and then he pulls out with every last bit of willpower left in him. Lowering Wooyoung gently to the bed, he shoves his shirt up so he can look at him - his cum bubbles up around his pink rim, dripping out between his wet folds. San resists the urge to lick it up.
He wants Wooyoung to wake up and know he’s been claimed. He wants him to see San’s cum between his legs and his teeth on his skin and know that his body is no longer his - it’s San’s. He’s San’s, and tomorrow San will hunt him and make him his forever.
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Wooyoung doesn’t leave his hollow until the late afternoon the next day. San waits for him all day, watching the entrance from behind the cover of a tree. Finally, when he leaves with a little satchel made of flowers, San realizes it is finally time. He’s already shown remarkable patience by waiting as long as he has. He’d wanted to pounce the second his nose first caught the fairy’s scent when he had been hunting in the eastern woods. But he had waited, biding his time, and now he can wait no longer.
San starts with a few misplaced steps. He cracks a few twigs under his feet and crunches some leaves. At first, Wooyoung glances around then keeps moving, humming under his breath. He looks particularly pretty today, his dark hair tied in a little tail, his loose shirt, and slender trousers made of a gossamer material that shimmers as it moves with him. They’re delicate, and San thinks he could tear them off even with his claws retracted.
By the third time, San makes a purposeful misstep, the sweet scent of Wooyoung’s fear has begun to seep into the air around them. His shoulders tighten, and he keeps his gaze firmly ahead as he moves on through the woods. San grins to himself; it’s too easy with him. He’s getting scared so easily. San barely even has to try.
San reaches out to scrape his claws against the bark of a passing tree. Wooyoung jumps, the scent of his fear spiking - it’s sweet and cloying, filling San’s lungs until he can feel his body begin to shift in response.
“Who - who’s there?” he calls out in his lilting voice, spinning to look around himself. San stays silent, fixing his gaze on Wooyoung’s heaving chest as it begins to slow. When he’s convinced himself the danger is imagined, the fairy turns around and keeps walking.
San follows.
Wooyoung stops to inspect a cluster of mushrooms, and San admires the crown of his pink hair as he bends over. It's time to begin the hunt, he decides. He's toyed with him enough. San reaches up and rustles the branches above him, grinning at the way Wooyoung's head snaps up, the scent of his fear filling his lungs. Then he growls, low and threatening, and Wooyoung's pretty eyes go wide.
"Who's there?" he cries, stumbling to his feet, the flower satchel clutched tightly to his chest. San scrapes his claws against the bark and growls once more, far louder than before.
Wooyoung turns around and runs.
San's lips curve into a wicked smile. He waits, giving him a head start - he can hear his footsteps through the woods, despite how light they are. When Wooyoung's gone far enough that he must be beginning to let his guard down, San starts to run. It doesn't matter how far Wooyoung gets - San can outrun a weak little fairy any day. His legs pump powerfully as he follows, sure to be noisy about it - his boots stomp on fallen twigs, and his arms whip branches as he passes. He wants Wooyoung to know he's being hunted.
He can hear Wooyoung panting for breath as he runs, his little noises of terror, his steps growing heavier as he tires. San grows high on the scent of his fear, chasing him until Wooyoung sobs with exhaustion, trips on the root of a tree, and falls to the ground, his flower satchel spilling its contents around him. San steps out from behind the tree, revealing himself at last, and Wooyoung sobs at the sight of him. He scoots back but San can tell he's mostly immobilized with fear. He won't be going anywhere.
"What do you want?" Wooyoung cries. "Why are you chasing me?"
San crouches down before him, tilting his head in amusement. "I'm a wolf, little fairy. I'm hunting."
Wooyoung's eyes are wide with terror. The scent is almost suffocating. San closes his eyes briefly, tilting his head back to breathe it in with a pleased snarl. When he opens them, Wooyoung's eyes are wet. "Are you going to eat me?"
“Something like that,” San muses, reaching out. His claws snag in Wooyoung’s delicate shirt, and Wooyoung flinches back. He’s surprised to see the way his arm has begun to change, claws elongating - he’s half-shifted already. He can feel his cock growing in his pants, his wolf recognizing his mate, ready to breed.
“Don’t, please,” Wooyoung begs. His voice rises. “Help! Someone, please!”
He scoots back on his hands, and San’s starting to get annoyed, and impatient, so he slices his claws through Wooyoung’s shirt, shredding it in one go. Wooyoung calls out for help again, scrambling away, but San wraps his hands around Wooyoung’s thighs and yanks him back. It’s absurdly easy. The strength of a little runt fairy is nothing compared to San, whom even the other wolves fear. Wooyoung probably wishes he had real magic now, but his powers are limited to the potions he brews.
“It doesn’t matter if anyone comes,” San says. “They won’t dare stop me. You’re my mate. I can do as I please.”
For a moment, Wooyoung freezes, widening his eyes and parting his lips in shock. “But - but I’m a fairy. I can’t be your mate - I can’t - ”
San shrugs. “I wondered, too, but it doesn’t matter. You are.” He lets go of one of Wooyoung’s legs to snag his claws in the waist of his thin pants. He tears them too, licking his lips at the curve of Wooyoung’s hip, the smooth expanse of his thigh as they’re revealed. He’s itching to dig his teeth into Wooyoung’s pretty skin, to mark him up so everyone knows he belongs to him. Wooyoung grabs onto the root of a nearby tree and uses it for leverage as he tries to pull away, sliding through the dirt. San drags him back by the ankles with a growl.
“No,” Wooyoung sobs. He gives up on trying to escape, realizing he can’t fight off San’s strength. His hands fly to cover his face, like if he doesn’t look, maybe it won’t happen. “Please, d-don’t - ”
“Don’t worry, little fairy,” San croons. He shreds the rest of Wooyoung’s clothes and tosses the torn shreds away, leaving him naked against the earth. His skin is so soft and smooth, an untouched expanse save for the bite marks on his skin from last night. San’s pleased to see the way they stand out. “You’ll like it.”
He stretches Wooyoung’s legs apart, grips tight on his thighs, baring his pussy for him to admire again. Wooyoung must have cleaned himself thoroughly because San doesn’t catch a trace of his own cum still clinging to Wooyoung’s pink folds. It frustrates him that his mate is lying before him with not a hint of San on him. He growls and Wooyoung’s hips jump in fear.
“N-no - ”
San presses his nose against Wooyoung’s cunt and breathes him in, filling his lungs with his cloying scent until his vision blurs and his mind grows hazy. His wolf rages within him to get on with it. One of Wooyoung’s hands pushes against his head, and he almost laughs. It isn’t even worth the effort to knock his hand away. He licks a stripe over Wooyoung’s velvety folds, snarling as he buries his nose between his folds and shoves his tongue inside Wooyoung’s hole.
“S-stop!” Wooyoung cries, his hands insistent against San’s head, but San ignores him. He flicks his tongue inside Wooyoung, shifting so his nose pushes under his hood and presses against his sensitive clit. Wooyoung’s hips twitch, and a gush of slick leaks onto San’s tongue. He laps it up eagerly, tasting the tang of Wooyoung’s juices, breathing in the scent of his arousal. After having a taste of him last night, San has been driving himself wild with the desire to have him again. He had almost thought he wouldn’t survive the night. “Don’t, please, I’ll do anything! Somebody, help me - ”
San runs his tongue up between Wooyoung’s folds, rubbing it in circles over Wooyoung’s clit until he hears Wooyoung’s protests turn into whimpers. The hands against his head curl into his hair, holding them there, and San doubles his effort, sucking on Wooyoung’s clit until he cries out.
“N-no, what - what’s happening - ” he sobs, and San almost pauses as the realization hits him. Wooyoung has never had an orgasm before. Not conscious, anyway.
San sucks hard and Wooyoung’s body seizes up beneath him, a fresh wave of slick leaving his hole as he comes with a cry, fingers tightening in San’s hair. San unearths himself, doesn’t bother wiping the slick from his chin, and grins down at Wooyoung in satisfaction. He’s fallen limp against the ground, panting hard, and his scent is a mix of terrified and pleased.
“What did you do to me?” Wooyoung whimpers, pitiful, tears suspended on his lashes.
“I said you would like it.”
San’s fascinated by how sensitive Wooyoung is, gone limp just from one orgasm, how he doesn’t really even know what his own body can do. So even though his cock is throbbing in his pants and his wolf is filling his veins with the need to fuck, to breed, San decides to toy with Wooyoung a little further. He leans back down and buries his face in Wooyoung’s wet, swollen cunt, breathing in his cloying scent before he plunges his tongue back into his hole.
Wooyoung whimpers, hips twitching away from San’s mouth, but he grabs his legs and holds them in place. San’s wolf is ramming against the walls of his brain and he lets him take over, just a little so that he can feel his tongue elongate as his body changes. He doesn’t let himself shift entirely, knowing he needs to fuck Wooyoung a few times first, but the way Wooyoung moans and jerks when San’s tongue reaches deeper inside him is just what he wanted. He thrusts his tongue into Wooyoung’s hole in steady strokes, flicking it against the spot that has Wooyoung’s pussy spasming each time, until Wooyoung’s moaning and clutching at his hair.
“O-oh - no, please - ”
When San can feel Wooyoung’s body curling up, his cunt clenching tighter, he stops abruptly, pulling out and wiping slick from his chin. He watches the way Wooyoung doesn’t quite seem to know what’s happening to him, his body jerking and chest heaving, tears slipping from his eyes as he’s denied his orgasm. As soon as his breath slows down, San leans back in and resumes.
Wooyoung’s so wet now, drenching San’s face. He eats him out messily, slurping obscenely, sucking up every drop of his tangy slick. His thumb presses insistently against his clit as he tongue-fucks him, plunging over and over into his sopping heat. Wooyoung’s squirming, forced to his orgasm quicker this time, his hips rising off the ground. San pulls back, panting, and this time Wooyoung looks less confused and more upset. He can tell he’s being toyed with.
“Please,” he says, his hole clenching, and San laughs. He doesn’t want this, but he’s begging for it anyway. San wonders if he even knows what he’s asking for, or if the plea is just that - a plea for something, anything.
San lifts Wooyoung’s hips off the ground and toward his face until his back is almost entirely off the ground. He licks a broad stripe over Wooyoung’s drenched cunt before he attaches his mouth to his clit and sucks hard. Wooyoung cries out, fingers scrabbling for purchase in the ground around him. There’s nothing to hold onto and he sobs, tossing an arm over his eyes instead. San covers Wooyoung’s hole with his mouth and sucks his slick into his mouth, relishing the taste of it on his tongue.
He lowers Wooyoung back to the ground so he can push a finger in along with his tongue, finding the spot that makes Wooyoung’s cunt clench so he can begin to massage it as his tongue thrusts as deep as it can go.
“ Oh !” Wooyoung moans, thrashing against the ground, tossing his head to the side. “I’m - I’m - too much, ‘s too much - need - need to - ”
San growls into his pussy and Wooyoung comes with a shriek, gushing slick right into San’s mouth. He pulls out so he can watch the way his cunt spurts, thumbing at his clit as he squirts just to be mean. Wooyoung’s sobbing looks terrified and aroused all at once, flinching violently away from San’s hand as a last jet of slick leaves him. San leans in and licks it all up, from his velvety folds to the insides of his thighs, not wasting a drop of his precious slick. When he pulls back, Wooyoung’s crying quietly, flushed down to his chest and trembling.
“What did I tell you?” San says fondly. “Your alpha knows how to make your pretty little pussy feel good.”
Wooyoung’s too drained even to protest, lying limply as San lets him go. Heat is burning under San’s skin, the sight of his mate coming so intensely for him filling him with further urgency. He tugs his cock out of his pants, hissing at his own touch. Wooyoung’s eyes go wide when he sees San’s cock, his scent spiking with fear.
“You - you can’t, I’m too little!” he cries, pushing himself onto his shaking elbows. Tears spring fresh to his eyes. “You’re so big - you can’t put it in - ”
San laughs. “But I already put it in, little one. Who do you think came in your cunt last night?”
Wooyoung stares at him in pure horror. He’s too weak to hold himself up for long and falls back to the ground, shuddering. “That was - that was you? You did that to me?”
“I couldn’t resist any longer, so I had a little taste before the hunt,” San says easily. He presses his claws lightly into the thick flesh of Wooyoung’s thigh then pulls his leg up so he can line his cock up with his cunt. “What did you think when you woke up and saw my cum dripping out of your cunt?”
“How could you?” Wooyoung sobs, tears dripping down his cheeks.
“You’re my mate. Your cunt belongs to me.”
He runs the tip of his cock between Wooyoung’s folds, up and down, admiring the way his juicy folds are already sucking him in. Wooyoung covers his face with his hands again, trembling as he cries. San isn’t worried. When he knots him, Wooyoung will understand that his body was made for San.
“You’ve got a greedy little cunt,” San snarls. “Clinging to my cock already.”
Wooyoung whimpers in protest.
“You should be glad no one found you before me. Not everyone’s like me. I’m going to take care of you, Wooyoung. I’m going to keep you safe in my den and you’re going to give me a whole litter of pups.”
Wooyoung peeks at him through his fingers, eyes watery. “How do you know my name?”
“I’ve been watching you.” He pushes the tip of his cock against Wooyoung’s hole, shuddering, lashes fluttering briefly.
“No, don’t, please please don’t put it inside - ”
The head of his cock breaches Wooyoung’s hole and San licks his lips as he watches the way Wooyoung’s hole stretches to accommodate him, his fat pussy lips clinging to his cock. Wooyoung’s sobbing, legs twitching as San pushes deeper, splitting him open. Despite his protests, his cunt is hot and throbbing, tight around San’s cock as it sucks him in.
“Hurts,” he sobs. “It’s too big! It won’t fit, please - ”
“Your pussy was made to take my cock,” San scoffs. The way Wooyoung’s hole widens to take San’s cock is almost obscene. “Of course, it’ll fit.”
“It - it hurts, ‘m too full - ”
San bottoms out with a snarl, his hips meeting the backs of Wooyoung’s thighs, nearly going feral at the wet grip of Wooyoung’s cunt around his aching cock. Wooyoung whimpers, going still like he’s afraid to move and feel San’s cock deeper inside him. San wants him to feel it. He reaches out and presses his hand into Wooyoung’s lower belly, groaning when he feels the pressure against his cock, eyes rolling back into his head.
“Look at how your cunt’s sucking me in,” San growls. “Said no but you’re really a slut, aren’t you? So wet my cock’s just gonna slide right in and out.”
Wooyoung’s shaking his head. “N-no - ”
San reaches out and drags his claws lightly over the smooth skin of Wooyoung’s throat. “Alpha,” he rasps. “Call me alpha.”
Wooyoung just stares at him, eyes watery. He wraps his fingers around his neck and applies the slightest bit of pressure. “Alpha!” Wooyoung blurts, eyes widening with terror.
San places his hand back on his belly. He presses harder and pulls out to the tip so he can slam his cock back in - Wooyoung shrieks, back snapping off the ground, his legs going rigid, but his pussy’s suffocating San with how tight it is and he can’t slow down now. He wraps his arms around Wooyoung’s thighs, holding them wide, and starts to fuck him properly. He grits his teeth as he sinks over and over into Wooyoung’s throbbing heat, his mind going hazy with the need to mate, to breed. Wooyoung’s arched off the ground, the bulge of San’s cock visible against the taut skin of his lower belly, his fingers scrabbling for purchase in the earth around him.
“S-slow - ” he gasps, but San doesn’t have it in him to slow down. “H-help - please - ”
“Gonna fill you up,” he growls, stretching Wooyoung’s legs even wider so he can watch how the fat lips of his pussy drag against his cock. “Pump you full of my cum ‘til you’re leaking.”
“Alpha!” Wooyoung sobs, jolting on every thrust, and San gives a pleased little grunt at the word. “I c-can’t - ah , Alpha, no no no - ”
“Gonna keep fucking you until my seed takes,” San promises. “Won’t stop filling you up until I smell you bred.”
“N-no, please - ”
San lets one of Wooyoung’s legs go so he can press his fingers against Wooyoung’s clit. He moves them in tight circles, marveling at the way Wooyoung immediately begins to grow tense and flicks his wrist quicker to match the pace of his thrusts. Wooyoung’s moaning, high and desperate, his arms flailing around frantically as he looks for purchase. He shoves his fingers in his mouth at last, like a comfort, his tiny body squirming desperately as he tries to pull away from San’s incessant fingers.
“That’s it,” he croons. “Show your alpha how good his cock makes you feel.”
Wooyoung shakes his head wildly, tugging away from him, but San keeps him close with a hand on his leg that’ll leave bruises. He fucks him and works his hand until Wooyoung’s arching up, his pussy clenching so tight around San’s cock it almost hurts. Then his hole grows so sloppy and wet that San feels like he’s slipping inside him, Wooyoung’s fingers falling out of his mouth as he moans through his orgasm. He collapses against the ground, limp and exhausted, hands by his sides.
San doesn’t like how far away Wooyoung is like this, how he has things to hold onto that aren’t San’s body. He tugs Wooyoung up into his lap, ignoring the way Wooyoung shrieks as his cock pushes deeper inside him, and stands, bringing Wooyoung with him.
“Alpha - w-what - ” Wooyoung’s arms fly around San’s broad shoulders on instinct, holding on tight as he’s lifted into the air, and San grins in satisfaction. He buries his face in Wooyoung’s soft neck, breathing in his sweet scent, heightened by fear and arousal. This is what he wanted.
He grips Wooyoung’s hips tightly, holding him down on his cock as he begins to fuck up into him, tongue slipping out to lap at his skin. Wooyoung cries out, San’s cock pushing impossibly deep inside him, his fingers digging into San’s shoulders. His little wings flutter frantically behind him.
“N-no more,” Wooyoung whimpers, eyes watery and lips trembling. He must be sensitive after coming twice. “Hurts.”
“Greedy little slut,” San says, though it comes out more fond than biting. “Came so many times and your alpha hasn’t even come once.”
San cups Wooyoung’s plump ass in his hands, kneading the flesh, careful with his claws, and pistons his cock hard inside him. Wooyoung arms tighten around him as he bounces in his hold, staccato moans falling from his pretty lips. “S-so - oh! So full - ah, ah, ah !”
San tugs him in tighter, their bodies flush together until he can feel Wooyoung’s wet folds rubbing against his skin. Wooyoung’s hips twitch, his cunt spasming around San’s cock, and San wonders if he’ll come again like this. He digs his teeth into Wooyoung’s shoulder, not far from where he’d left his marks last night. Wooyoung’s wet heat throbs around him and he wants - needs - to breed him, give him his cum, and make him his.
“Gonna breed you until it’s all you want,” San snarls, licking over the bite marks before he moves to his collarbones and sinks his teeth in again. “You’ll wake up begging for my cock, belly always full with my cum, dripping down your thighs when you walk. You’ll be my little cockslut, hanging off my cock until you give me a litter of pups.”
Wooyoung’s drooling, looking a little delirious, still moaning wantonly. San licks filthily into his mouth, dragging his slick tongue against Wooyoung’s, sucking it into his mouth. When he pulls his lips away, a line of saliva drips between them.
“Not gonna let you off my cock,” he growls. “Your belly will always be swollen with pups. Soon as you push one out, I’ll fuck another into you.”
He grinds his cock into Wooyoung, feeling his cunt rub against his skin, and licks down his neck. He can feel Wooyoung beginning to tense up again, the insistent press of San’s cock and the pressure against his clit forcing him toward orgasm again. If Wooyoung clenches around him again San won’t be able to last. He holds him tight against himself, giving him a hard, firm thrust, his cock reaching as deep as it’ll go. He does it again and Wooyoung cries out, head falling back, baring his neck. San’s wolf preens, feeling Wooyoung’s submission, and he sucks on his jugular, thrusting hard inside him again.
Wooyoung’s pussy seizes up around him and he comes with a weak sob, his entire body twitching and jolting, and San fucks him as hard and fast as he can with Wooyoung’s cunt holding tight onto his cock. It only takes a few thrusts for him to cum, spilling inside Wooyoung, fucking him through it until his cock twitches out the last spurts of cum. His knot didn’t grow this time - he knows what that means. It isn’t enough. His cock won’t soften. His wolf is taking over, demanding his mate be bred thoroughly.
San lowers them back to the ground, slipping out of Wooyoung’s tight heat. Wooyoung’s limp and exhausted, eyes drifting shut; he doesn’t even flinch when San lifts his legs so he can watch the way his cum bubbles up around Wooyoung’s hole and drips out. Wooyoung gurgles something unintelligible, fingers twitching, and San resists the urge to lick his cum up. He needs to fuck it back into him, keep him from losing more of it. He lines up again but Wooyoung’s eyes fly open as soon as he realizes what’s happening.
“No!” he shrieks, grabbing at San’s wrists with his small hands. “Not again, you can’t again - it hurts !”
San pauses to consider. Wooyoung’s still pushing at him, his entire body trembling, and he supposes his cum might take even if he fucks his ass instead. He doesn’t really know how fairies’ bodies work. He supposes it doesn’t matter - with how hard and swollen his cock still is, he can spend all afternoon coming inside Wooyoung, filling all his holes to the brim.
“Hold still,” San says, stroking Wooyoung’s leg. He wants his mate to learn to love his cock, after all, so maybe some allowances can be made.
He reaches for the small porcelain pestle that had fallen out of Wooyoung’s satchel, along with the mortar he must use to grind herbs. The pestle is rounded and thicker at the end before it tapers off; it’ll do.
“Suck,” he orders, giving Wooyoung three of his fingers. Wooyoung’s lips part around them on instinct and he pushes his fingers into his mouth, resting them heavily on his warm, wet tongue. “Get them nice and wet, little one. It’ll hurt less.”
Wooyoung holds onto San’s wrist with his hands as he laves his tongue around his fingers, doing a thorough job of coating them with saliva. San’s cock twitches, and he pulls his fingers out, impatient. He shoves them inside his cunt, holding Wooyoung back with a hand on his chest when he surges forward to stop him. He wiggles his fingers around enough to get them wetter with a mix of cum and slick before he pulls them out and presses the round end of the pestle against his hole instead.
“Be good,” San warns, and begins to push it inside.
“Hurts! Hurts hurts hurts - ” Wooyoung wails, but San pushes until only the end is visible, the pestle plugging the rest of his cum inside. Then he taps Wooyoung’s hip.
“Hands and knees.”
Wooyoung shakes his head, still trembling, but San only has to growl a little and flash his claws for Wooyoung to do as he’s told. He’s weak, his arms shaking with the effort it takes to hold himself up, but San thinks he can manage long enough for him to finger him open. He spreads his asscheeks with his clean hand and blows lightly on the puckered rim of his hole. Below, he can see his cunt clenching around the pestle.
“W-what are you doing?” Wooyoung whimpers, looking at him over his shoulder. His face is prettily flushed, covered in snot and tears and drool, pink hair matted on his forehead, and San feels a rush of fondness at the sight of him. He really is so lucky fate chose Wooyoung to be his mate.
“You don’t want me in your cunt again,” San says easily, “so I’ll use your ass instead.”
Wooyoung’s eyes stretch wide. His wings are fluttering rapidly on his back, like they want so desperately to lift him away.
He doesn’t waste time; he’s already wasted enough, just to please Wooyoung’s weak little body. He pushes the first finger inside to the knuckle, hissing at the tight grip of Wooyoung’s ass, and almost wonders if he’ll manage to fit his cock inside. But it doesn’t matter; he’ll make it fit. He moves his finger inside him and Wooyoung whines, clenching at the intrusion. San leans in to suck at the fat of his ass cheek, digging his teeth in and then laving his tongue over the reddened skin. When he feels like it’s been long enough, he pushes a second finger inside, lapping at Wooyoung’s rim while he stretches and moves his fingers inside him, thrusting shallowly.
Wooyoung’s whimpering. When he finally relaxes around his fingers, San presses the third inside and starts to fuck him with a steady rhythm, flicking his wrist as he shoves his fingers in and out. Wooyoung whines, his tired arms giving way as he falls to his elbows, forehead pressing onto the soil.
“Stop,” he slurs, but there’s no heart to it anymore. It sounds like a habit now. “Please. Someone, help, please.”
San fucks him quicker, impatient - his cock’s hard and ready and he should be breeding Wooyoung, not this. Wooyoung moans into the ground and San pulls his fingers out, yanking Wooyoung toward him and turning him around. He pushes him onto his belly, flush against the ground, and wipes the soil from his forehead.
“Open wide,” he demands. “Get my cock nice and wet, pretty fairy.”
Before Wooyoung can have the chance to protest, San grabs his chin and forces his mouth open with a thumb against his lip. His lips are plump and slick, and they stretch obscenely around his cock as he feeds it to him, pushing into the wet warmth of his mouth until his cock hits the back of Wooyoung’s throat. It tightens around him as he gags, trying to pull off, but San holds him there with his fingers curled tightly in his soft, pink hair.
“The wetter it is, the less it’ll hurt,” he warns, and Wooyoung coughs around his cock, throat spasming, before he finally gathers himself, breathing through his nose. There’s already drool leaking out of the sides of his mouth.
He moves his tongue tentatively around San’s cock, but it’s too slow and San needs to fuck him. He thrusts forward and Wooyoung chokes on his cock, sputtering, his face turning red and tears streaming down his cheeks. The tight heat is even wetter around his cock than Wooyoung’s cunt, and he groans, fingers tightening in Wooyoung’s hair.
“Come on,” he rasps. “Don’t make me fuck your pretty mouth until you lose your voice. Who’s going to hear your little cries for help then?”
Wooyoung laves his tongue around San’s cock far more insistently this time, licking and sucking until the drool is dripping down his neck. He looks obscene, lips swollen and red, cheeks flushed and face wet with tears and drool. It’s pretty and pathetic all at once. San could come like this, fuck his throat, and spill inside him until he’s vomiting his cum, but he won’t waste his seed like that today.
He tugs Wooyoung off his cock, grinning at the way Wooyoung gasps for breath, tongue lolling out of his mouth. He tugs him up onto his knees, turning him bodily around so that his back is to him, and tugs his asscheeks apart to bare his fluttering hole. Then he begins to lower Wooyoung down onto his throbbing cock, dripping precum already. Wooyoung wails when San’s cock breaches his hole, forcing his girth inside him, his wings fluttering in San’s face.
“N-no, hurts, ‘s too big - please, don’t - stop !”
San grunts, grabbing Wooyoung’s wrists when he flails, holding him still as he bottoms out, Wooyoung’s ass meeting his thighs. He wraps his arms around Wooyoung’s stomach and licks a stripe along the line of skin between his wings, tasting his sweat. He nips at the back of his neck as Wooyoung whines and whimpers just from the sheer size of him, relishing in the hot press of Wooyoung’s walls around his cock.
“Gonna fuck you day and night,” he promises. “Gonna be my little ragdoll, letting me use your holes as I please.”
“N-no,” Wooyoung rasps, and San tightens his hold as he thrusts up into the tight heat. Wooyoung cries out, hands flying to San’s arms, scrabbling for purchase.
San’s tired of waiting. He holds Wooyoung down on his cock and fucks up into him, over and over until the pleasure’s driving him mad, has him growling into Wooyoung’s neck. He licks and sucks marks all over his soft skin, the side of his neck and the curve of his shoulder, itching to bite him, to mate him. But it isn’t time yet. San grunts, shifting Wooyoung so that his knees are bracketing San’s legs, braced against the ground. He takes his wrists in his hands and pulls his arms back, pushing his body forward so that he’s arched outward. Then he slams into him and goes dizzy with desire.
“Ah, ah, ah!” Wooyoung cries, his body jostling with each thrust, held up only by San’s grip.
San fucks him hard, the slap of skin-on-skin echoing throughout the woods, mixed with Wooyoung’s moans and San’s growls. He lets one of his arms go so he can run his hand over Wooyoung’s belly and feel the outline of his cock pushing against Wooyoung’s tender skin. This way, it’s much deeper than before, his thick cock reaching deep into his belly. San feels it stretch Wooyoung’s skin taut, the bulge shifting up and down as he rams into him. He pistons his cock harder, deeper, feels it reach further into his belly.
“St-stop - oh !”
San’s shifting deeper into his other form - he can see fur standing on his arms, and feel his cock growing larger. His wolf is taking over. He growls and sinks his teeth into Wooyoung’s tender wrist, tugging his body back as he thrusts forward, groaning against Wooyoung’s skin. He’s close, feels his balls tightening, sweat dripping into his eyes. He rams into Wooyoung’s ass, once, twice, grinds his cock inside him and then he’s coming, spilling hot cum deep into his stomach, rocking his hips through it.
San isn’t done.
He yanks Wooyoung back into his lap, giving himself only a moment of breathlessness before he’s moving again, fucking into his tight heat. The slide of his cock is smoother now, the wet squelch of his cum adding to the obscene sounds echoing in the air.
“Gonna fuck you full of my pups,” he snarls. “Breed you ‘til your swollen big and stupid, can’t do anything but sit there and beg for your alpha’s cock. Gonna fuck you when you’re too big to move, cocktrain you until all you know how to do is spread your legs for me.”
Wooyoung slurs something he doesn’t hear. He reaches around to the base of the pestle sticking out of Wooyoung’s cunt, pulling it out so he can thrust it back in. Wooyoung moans, arching away from him as he starts to fuck him in both holes - his cock ramming up into his cum-filled asshole, the pestle shoving in and out of his pussy. He flicks his wrist quickly, feeling the way Wooyoung begins to tense, his ass clenching tight around his cock.
“Can’t wait to suck on your swollen tits. Bite the fat and taste your sweet milk. Fairy or not, you were made for your alpha to breed you. That’s all you’re good for. You’ll learn.”
Wooyoung comes with a cry, collapsing back against San’s chest, his head lolling on his shoulder. His eyes are lidded and his mouth open wide, breathing heavily. He isn’t protesting anymore - all the fight’s left him. He’s limp and mindless, taking what San gives him. And San gives it to him hard, fucking his ass and his cunt, fingers slipping into his open mouth to fill him there, too. Wooyoung sucks around them without thought, his eyes drifting shut.
He doesn’t think Wooyoung can even hear him anymore but he can’t stop running his mouth, his mind gone fully into breeding mode. He can’t think of anything but pumping his seed into Wooyoung, seeing his belly distended, full with his cum like he’s pregnant already.
“Stupid little cockslut,” he goads, bouncing Wooyoung in his lap with the force of his thrusts. He can barely feel his body anymore - it’s almost time. “Taking a stranger’s cock in the woods. Letting a wolf use you like a little cocksleeve. I’m gonna fuck you to sleep and fuck you back awake again. Won’t even remember what it feels like to be empty.”
He leaves the pestle inside him and grips his hips, holding him down as he grinds into him, cock twitching through another orgasm. He spills inside Wooyoung endlessly this time, cock spurting out wave after wave of cum until it’s dripping back around San’s cock, Wooyoung’s hole too full to take anymore. San shoves him onto the ground, pulling out and licking over his hole to catch the cum that streams out.
He’s growling, he realizes, and he can feel the visceral stretch of his bones as he begins to change. Quickly, he yanks the pestle out of Wooyoung’s cunt and shoves it into his asshole instead, keeping his cum locked inside him. He growls again, vision going hazy, and when he looks down at his paws he realizes he’s fully transformed into a wolf. His clothes lie in tatters around him.
San’s wolf is huge, big even by the standards of his powerful pack. He retains some of his lucidity but most of it has turned into animal instinct - and right now, with Wooyoung’s naked body lying limp on the forest floor, his instinct is only to breed. He growls and noses at Wooyoung’s hips, forcing him up, then he lines his cock up with Wooyoung’s fat cunt and tries to push inside. He has less finesse as a wolf, can’t use his hands to help his cock into Wooyoung’s hole, so for a moment his cock slides messily over Wooyoung’s cunt until it catches on his hole at last.
Wooyoung cries out weakly, his hips up in the air and his cheek resting in the dirt. San covers his body with his own as he mounts him, fucking him hard and fast, the sight of his black fur against Wooyoung’s tender skin driving him even wilder. He ruts into him, growling by his ear, fucking him into the ground as Wooyoung moans like he’s broken - ah, ah, ah, ah, ah .
San wants to mate, wants to breed, splits Wooyoung open with his cock, forcing his cunt to stretch further as his knot begins to swell. It’s finally time. He rams his knot into Wooyoung’s hole and sinks his teeth into the curve of Wooyoung’s neck, drawing blood. Wooyoung shrieks, jerking violently beneath him, and then he goes limp, eyes closed. San’s coming, his knot pushed fully into Wooyoung’s hole, and he laps up the blood, licking over the mating wound until it begins to close.
His cock twitches, spurting more cum inside Wooyoung, and he grinds it into his hole as he fills him up. There’s too much, but his knot keeps it from leaking out. It will take time to come down, so he shifts Wooyoung and curls around him, lapping at his neck. He’s unconscious, his belly distended from the sheer amount of cum inside him. San noses at his neck, breathing in his sweet scent, and it’s changed - San’s seed has taken. Wooyoung will be swollen with pups soon.
He can feel another round of cum leaking out and he ruts against Wooyoung as his cock twitches, spilling as much as it can. He noses at Wooyoung’s cheek and laps at his parted lips, slipping his long tongue past them so he can lick inside Wooyoung’s mouth, thoroughly mapping out every corner. He goes on licking as his cock twitches to life once more, grinding into him as he comes yet again. Wooyoung’s belly is growing rounder, like he’s full with pups already. The sight of it pleases San and he licks Wooyoung’s mating bite, licks over his mouth and his face, dousing him in his scent.
Large as he is in his wolf form, his body nearly covers Wooyoung’s entirely, warming him with his soft fur. He licks into his mouth again until his own saliva is dripping out of the corners of Wooyoung’s mouth, coating his chin. Three more times he comes inside Wooyoung before he grows tired, curling comfortably against him as he rests his eyes, ears twitching.
He must doze off, because when he opens his eyes again, he feels the urge to fuck taking over again. Wooyoung’s still unconscious, lashes fluttering against his skin, chest rising steadily as he breathes. San pushes himself onto his legs, paws on either side of Wooyoung’s body with his claws digging into the soil for purchase. His knot is still swollen, so he can only give Wooyoung shallow strokes, his knot sitting just inside his hole. He growls, burying his nose in Wooyoung’s mating mark as he humps him, Wooyoung’s small body moving up and down in the dirt as he’s fucked.
The urgency burns a fire under his veins and San moves quicker, fucking him fast and hard until he’s coming inside him yet again. He slams his cock deeper into his cunt and grinds it there as he spills into him, teeth snapping in the air by Wooyoung’s head. The skin of Wooyoung’s belly is stretched taut and round. He’ll be leaking cum for days after this. San intends to keep it that way. He wants Wooyoung to have his cum permanently leaking out of his cunt and ass.
He curls back against Wooyoung and ruts through the remaining aftershocks until he’s come so much that his cock twitches dry. At last his knot begins to come down, and San shifts back into his human form. The dirt is far more uncomfortable on his bare skin than it had been on his fur. As soon as he pulls out of Wooyoung, rivulets of cum pour from his cunt, coating the insides of his thighs. San pulls the pestle from his ass and watches the cum slide between his cheeks and down the backs of his legs.
He lifts Wooyoung up with an arm behind his back and one under his knees, carrying him in the direction of his den. It’s a long walk, but Wooyoung is light as a feather, and San is already beginning to regain some of his strength. He walks the hill to his cave with Wooyoung in his arms and lays him on the bed of furs he had prepared for Wooyoung ahead of time. He’s been collecting the furs for many moons now, preparing for his future mate.
San could wipe Wooyoung clean, but he likes the way he’s covered in cum, so he leaves him naked and dirty under the furs. He wraps himself in his furs and starts a fire so he can begin to cook the meat he had hunted and prepared that morning, knowing he would be bringing Wooyoung here today. While the meat cooks, San sits on the ground near Wooyoung’s bed and smiles down at him in contentment.
He has a mate, now. Soon there will be pups running around the cave and San’s pack will be complete at last.
Wooyoung stirs, lifting his head to gaze at him with bleary eyes. “Where am I?” he slurs, his voice hoarse.
San’s smile grows. “Home.”