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Don't stray from the path.
It was the first words ever spoken to him in caution, ever since he could walk. Come to mommy, say hi to daddy, and don't stray from the path.
Everyone knows the wood holds monsters. Unspeakable creatures ready to tear apart wanderers who take even just a step past the protective warding that lines the old stone path that winds its way through the dark woods. It's a path Cronus is intimately familiar with, making the trip every month or so to see his grandparents. The teenager gets sent on his way with a basket of goods and a heavy, dark violet colored cloak to make the three-day trip there and back.
Not once has he strayed from the path, his father's words drilled into his memory. He's heard the howling of wolves from his bedroom window and the ethereal cries of beasts he never wishes to meet, staring out into the darkness of the night. His hair would always stand on end, shudders running up and down his spine as he'd close his window and bury himself into his bed to drive away the chill.
But, of course, no one is perfect. It's on one such trip to his grandparent's that Cronus gets careless. The woods are bright and sunny, birds are singing, and as he walks along the old, stone path, his mind wanders.
Cronus isn't quite sure what leads him off the path. It could be the lure of the sweet spring he can hear babbling in the distance, or the inviting warmth of a sun-dappled glade. It could be sweet flowers, enticing and beautiful, or perhaps a tree perfectly shaped for climbing.
What he is sure of, though, is that suddenly he realizes that his feet no longer feel stone underneath and, when he turns around, there is no path in sight.
"Oh, fuck." He whispers to himself, doing another turn like he could spot the path through the thick grove of trees if he could just look hard enough.
Standing with a basket in hand, shifting back and forth in growing trepidation, Cronus tries not to panic.
"Oh? What's this?"
Cronus freezes.
"Some lost soul wandering in my woods?"
Cronus turns slowly towards the voice, watching as… something moves the bushes aside, shifting and rising up until it settles into the shape of a man, brilliant purple eyes staring into Cronus' own black ones.
(He's… naked. Cronus feels heat rush into his cheeks as he very carefully doesn't look down.)
"How curious. Surely humans should know by now not to enter my territory."
He stalks closer to Cronus, the teen mute with fear as he watches the werewolf- and that's what he is, a werewolf, he's got black ears pricked forwards with interest and fur running down his arms and up over his shoulders- approach him, backing up a couple of steps until his back bumps into a tree and his blood runs cold. The man is clearly dangerous, he's got lopsided scars across his lower face, over his mouth, and other clearly visible ones litter his body.
Cronus licks his lips and finds his words. "Please." He whispers. "I- I don't mean any harm- showv me back to the path an'- an' I'll leave."
The werewolf rumbles, head tilting as it leans in- Cronus squeezes his eyes shut tight so that he doesn't have to look as his throat is torn out. There's a deep inhale and then a soft laugh.
"What's your name?" The werewolf asks, crowding closer. He's hot, Cronus can practically feel the heat radiating off his body, and he's big, caging Cronus in against the tree easily.
"C-Cronus." Cronus manages.
"Cronus. My name is Kurloz."
"Um. A-are you going to kill me?" Cronus asks, hesitantly cracking his eyes open, quickly dropping his gaze as he meets Kurloz's eyes, but- argh, no, that just makes him look at Kurloz's dick which is- is huge, what the fuck- and he darts his gaze to the side, face hot.
Kurloz laughs. It's low and menacing and makes cold fear shiver down Cronus' spine.
"No." He purrs. "That would be a waste, wouldn't it? You smell much too sweet for that."
Hands grab Cronus and he yelps as he's flipped around and shoved against the tree, strong hands holding his hips and squeezing for a moment, before sharp claws ruthlessly cut the strings tying his pants up and yank them down.
"H-hey- wvait- wvhat-!" Cronus yelps- and then squirms as something hot licks him, breath rushing across his plump ass as his cheeks are forcibly grabbed and spread, baring his cunt to Kurloz. "Stop- wvhat are you- stop puh-!" He bucks and tries to kick backwards, get this man off of him, but a hot jolt up into his belly has his legs going weak as Kurloz licks him again, tongue darting over his hole.
"You'll do perfect ." Kurloz rumbles, then there's a hint of teeth against Cronus' cheek as Kurloz nips his ass. "Sweet smelling, ripe for the taking… what luck, for such a pretty thing to come strolling into my woods."
"Stop.." Cronus' voice is weak and pathetic- and fear is making him shake. What is this werewolf going to do to him? He feels- feels violated, Kurloz is staring at, touching his most intimate place, something that no one's ever touched before, and it's so cripplingly humiliating, tears springing to his eyes.
Kurloz laughs, low and amused. "If I let you go, will you run?" He jeers. "It's been so long since I've had a good hunt."
Cronus blinks tears from his gaze. "Please…" He whispers, flinching at the feeling of the man behind him nuzzling and kissing at his folds. All at once, the man pulls away and Cronus is left scrambling to catch up in the absence of his touch. He yanks his pants up and fumbles with his cloak, spinning around and staring at Kurloz in fear.
Kurloz tilts his head and points in a direction.
"Run, little lamb." He purrs. "If you make it to the path, I'll leave you be."
Cronus doesn't hesitate- he bolts. He scrambles through the woods, keeping his pants up with one hand, his blood running cold as he hears the howl of a wolf behind him, heavy footfalls starting to thunder and pound into the dirt. His cloak catches on branches and makes him stumble, slows him down, and panic has him throwing it off and pushing onwards, forcing his way through branches that whip at him as he muscles his way through.
Panic is his guide, his heart pounding in time to the pace of his feet, and he bursts through the treeline-
The path-!
Cronus' feet slip and he stumbles, sprinting for the cobblestone. It seems so far away, how can it be so far-
A sharp bark of triumph and heavy paws thump across his back, sending him tumbling to the grass with a sharp shriek of surprise, no, it's so close-
"Mine, all mine." Kurloz rumbles, the hot breath of a wolf rushing across Cronus' face and shoulders and he cringes, scrambling backwards on the grass, but Kurloz's form melts once more into a man's and he's grabbing Cronus, pulling him back in easily- he flips Cronus onto his belly and forces his pants down-
Oh god, oh god no no no no no-
"Stop-! Stop-!" Cronus wails, scrabbling at the grass, trying to pull himself forwards, he's so close to the path, he's so close to safety, he can practically reach out and touch it-
Kurloz laughs at him and pins him to the ground with one hand putting strong pressure between his shoulder blades, the other grabbing Cronus' hip and yanking him up onto his knees.
"You lost, pretty thing." Kurloz purrs. "Now you're mine. "
Cronus whimpers in fear as he feels something hot and stiff press up against his ass, rubbing between his cheeks.
"Please-" he whimpers out, "please don't- I- I've nevwer-"
"Oh? You've never…?" Kurloz's voice is low, interested, and Cronus swears he can feel the werewolf get harder against his ass. Cronus whimpers again, squeezing his eyes shut. The humiliation of it burns through him, shaking and trembling and achey and terrified.
Kurloz chuckles, rutting slowly and firmly against Cronus’ ass. “Lucky me… finding something so untouched. What a delicious treat. Your pretty cunt is all mine.” Heat prods at Cronus’ folds and he desperately shakes his head- but Kurloz pays him no mind, intent on claiming his prize. He firmly presses his cock in, the length overwhelmingly hot and thick-
“Please,” Cronus moans pathetically, his vision blurred with tears of distress and pain as the werewolf lays claim to his body, “st-oop- uh, it- it hurts- you’re too big-” He can feel every inch of cock as it’s stuffed into him, his hole aches like it’s going to be split apart, tight and unwilling.
“So good…” Kurloz groans and then his hips snap forwards and heat punches up into Cronus’ belly, making him yelp- Cronus’ legs feel weak, shivery, his belly aching and uncomfortable, as his body is filled in new, violating ways. “You’re perfect, made for this…” Kurloz rumbles, shifting to press his chest along the length of Cronus’ back, mounting him like a beast, Cronus’ wet cheeks pushed down into the grass, hips up like an animal to be bred.
“Uh- uhh-“ The praise hits him strangely, something hot and shameful clawing in his throat. He flinches away, hopelessness overtaking him as Kurloz begins to rock, working up to deep thrusts that have pathetic little sobs punching from Cronus’ throat.
“That’s it, take it-” Kurloz growls, his breathing rough and heavy in Cronus’ ear as he presses kisses to Cronus’ neck, licking his skin and making the boy cringe. “Take it, take it- take my knot, my seed-”
“No…!” Cronus wails, struggle renewed by Kurloz’s words and he claws at the ground, tries to pull himself forwards, away from this beast, but hands clamp onto his hips and haul him back, his ass practically bouncing off the werewolf’s hips as Kurloz yanks him into every thrust, wet smacking filling the air around them, mingling with Kurloz’s pants and Cronus’ sobs. Each thrust is deep and hits something inside Cronus’ belly that has his tiny dick throbbing, desperate for touch, the poor boy panting and whimpering in agonized pleasure.
Kurloz throws his head back and howls, yanking Cronus back in with a brutally hard pull, and Cronus wails as he feels something press inside him, it feels weird, he doesn’t like it he doesn’t like it- Kurloz curls over his back, panting thickly as his cock swells at the base, stuffing Cronus full in a way that has him whining pathetically, sniffling and sobbing as his humiliation is prolonged. Little sparks of pleasure are dancing over Cronus’ skin, his cunt feels hot and achingly needy, and he can feel a gross, deep, sloshy heat of being cummed into.
Cronus sniffles and whimpers softly into the grass as they stay there, Kurloz kissing slowly over his neck and rumbling softly. Cronus is ashamed to admit that the kisses calm him down, ease some of his fear, but the soft sensuality of it makes him feel better.
Finally, there’s an uncomfortable tug and a wet pop and Kurloz pulls out. Cronus collapses to the ground, hating the way his thighs press together and squirm in search of stimulation.
“Please let me go.” Cronus begs. Kurloz laughs, making Cronus’ heart sink.
“Let you go?” Kurloz asks, and then his hands are on Cronus’ body, lifting him up into a bridal carry. “We haven’t even begun, little lamb. Why would I let something as sweet as you go?”
Cronus slumps in despair, fresh tears burning in his eyes, but he doesn’t protest as Kurloz carries him away into the woods, away from the path, away from safety.
Kurloz brings him to a cave and carries him inside- Cronus doesn’t see much of it before he’s being settled onto a pile of soft furs and Kurloz is on him again, pushing his legs open, nosing at Cronus’ neck, hands roaming over his bounty. They squeeze at Cronus’ chubby thighs, cradle his waist, skim over his nipples- seeking out the places that draw responses from the resigned boy.
Cronus doesn’t bother begging. It’s best just to let Kurloz do what he want and get it over with, right? So he squeezes his eyes shut and does his best not to respond.
“Playing hard to get?” Kurloz asks, amused. “That’s alright, little lamb. I’ll have you regardless.”
He folds Cronus in half. Pinning his legs to his chest, and then his cock is rubbing between Cronus’ folds. Cronus shivers at the feeling of it- the heat radiating off of it feels enough to scorch . He can see it like this, too, and as he watches Kurloz line himself up, Cronus wants to beg- there’s no way that giant thing fit in him before, it’ll tear him apart, he can’t-
“Uh-uuah-” Cronus chokes as that hot rod sinks back into him, watching as his cunt spreads wide and swallows it like it’s welcoming it, the hot press into his body making him quiver, tingles running from head to toe as his body sunders itself to this beast. He’s wet , he can feel the way it’s easier this time, the glide in smooth, and it feels like the worst kind of betrayal from his body.
He closes his eyes and turns his face away, trying to ignore the cradle of heat between his hips and how it feels properly filled for the first time in his life, full in a way his fingers could never manage.
The rocking of Kurloz’s hips is to be expected- but this time, there is no pounding, there are no quick thrusts and snapping hips, it’s a deep, achey haze as Kurloz grinds nice and deep.
It’s… sweet, almost, and as Kurloz rumbles “Trying to check out on me?” Cronus flinches slightly, withdrawing into himself as Kurloz's lips skim over his jaw. "I want you here, little lamb. I want you feeling me, feeling what I do to you."
"No…" Cronus manages, shaking his head, tears in his eyes. "Stop…"
Kurloz laughs softly, and nuzzles against Cronus' cheek. "Why should I stop when you're so wet? So ready for me?" He asks. "Your body betrays you."
Shamefully, Kurloz speaks the truth. This slower, deeper motion has Cronus' body responding, getting slick for this beast as he takes something deeply precious from him. The humiliation is hot and heady, flooding his face, making him whimper.
"No, I… I don't- I don't wvant it-" He chokes out, yelping as Kurloz nips at his neck.
"I don't believe you." Another chuckle. "Not that it matters much- you're in my den now, little lamb, and I shall not let you go until I am finished with you."
Kurloz's hips push in firmly, he hikes Cronus' legs up-
"Uh-uaH-" Cronus yelps as something hot zips up his spine, pleasure coasting through him as he reflexively clenches down on the thick cock inside of him. "Wv-wvhat wvas-"
"Feel good?" Kurloz croons. "You humans call me a beast- but you have this little spot inside, you'll be desperate for it, mindlessly rocking those hips of yours like a beast yourself."
He grinds hard and deep and white stars burst over Cronus' vision, the boy yelping and latching onto Kurloz in shock and pleasure, feeling like he's about to fall apart, he's so slick between his legs it's shocking.
"Nnnh- nhah-" Cronus mewls and whimpers pathetically, squeezing his eyes shut, his face tucked into the werewolf's neck. It’s distressingly intimate, being cradled like a lover, as Kurloz rocks and grinds his cock into Cronus, as tender as a husband on the night of his wedding.
Cronus screws his eyes shut, unable to do anything but feel the intense, deep, physicality of the pleasure being tenderly fucked into his body. He feels like he’s melting, his brain slowly shutting down in the face of the achy heat in his belly, getting tighter and hotter.
“Such a perfect lamb.” Kurloz rumbles. “Smelling so sweet, wandering through my woods… I’ll have you over and over, pet, take every one of your firsts, stuff you full of my seed until you drip it from every hole, until you’re carrying my pups, you’re perfect for it. Just perfect- how lucky for me.”
Kurloz’s words aren’t really registering anymore, Cronus having been fucked into a hot, hazy space where words are hard to grab, where there’s nothing left but the hot slide of their bodies and the sweat down his spine and the thick cock claiming his body and pushing molten pleasure into him until he’s clinging to Kurloz and gasping- Kurloz keeps hitting that spot deep inside and it’s- it’s-!
Cronus’ legs go tight as he trembles his way through the peak rushing through him, slick dripping down to the floor, and he feels the grin Kurloz presses to his neck.
"And you protest?" He purrs. "Come, lamb, we both know better than that."
Kurloz shifts, he grabs at Cronus' thick thighs and hauls them up, the boy yelping as he's moved about, Kurloz rising up, on his knees, holding Cronus’ hips off the floor as he starts driving his cock into the soppingly wet pussy available to him.
“Please-“ Cronus whimpers, his shoulders braced against the floor, choking on his own breath as Kurloz’s cock fucks it out of him. “Let- lemme go-“ he gasps out, the grip Kurloz has on his hips is bruising, fingers sinking into the soft skin, Cronus is sure he’ll have bruises later.
Kurloz barks a laugh, his grin wide as he looks down at Cronus, slapping their hips together roughly, punching whimpers from Cronus’ throat.
“No, little lamb.” Kurloz rumbles, his tail thumping on the ground behind him. “You’re my bitch now- I shan’t let you go until my rut is done and your sweet cunt is properly bred.”
Cronus sobs a wordless noise of protest, tears spilling over and rolling down his cheeks, fat drops that make his cheeks redden. He’s trapped, unable to fight back, limbs weak from orgasm and pathetic in the face of Kurloz’s overwhelming strength. Why is he getting wet, why is he cumming, he doesn’t want it, it doesn’t-
Kurloz pays his tears no mind, chasing his pleasure as he hauls Cronus’ hips up and fucks into him with the single-minded determination of a beast hunting it’s prey. His cock slams deep into Cronus, the boy crying out and moaning against his will, his body responding to the pleasure, unable to deny the oldest need in the universe, the need to breed .
Maybe it’s that instinct that has his eyes rolling back, a shameful cry tearing from him as Kurloz thrusts home and barks in pleasure, that pressure returning and knocking against all the places inside him that feel good , cumming as Kurloz cums, clenching down on the knot stuffed into his pussy.
Cronus cries weakly as Kurloz lowers his hips to the ground, a strange pressure inside him as they stay connected, a deep tugging putting uncomfortable pressure on things inside him that Cronus didn’t even know existed . He's sweaty, his limbs are trembling, and there's a blur over his eyes from the tears rolling down his face.
Kurloz rumbles and nuzzles his cheek, pulling a sob from Cronus' throat. Cronus hates it, hates how gentle this beast is being with him, because as his sniffles and sobs fade, he finds that the pressure between his legs is… comforting, almost. It’s warm and thick and a little shift from Kurloz has him biting back a little whimper of pleasure.
“Shh.” Kurloz rumbles softly. “I’ll take good care of you, little lamb. You’ll see- you’ll look so beautiful stuffed full of my pups, I can imagine it…” His hands slide gently down Cronus’ sides, curling around his waist.
“I- I don’t wvant to- to get knocked up…” Cronus cries weakly, but Kurloz just shushes him again, leaning in close to bump their noses together. This close, Cronus can see little flecks of silver in his eyes, glimmering like stars.
“You’ll be perfect. Just you see.” Kurloz whispers and then he slots their mouths together. He kisses Cronus slow and careful, the boy sinking into it helplessly. The gentle shaping of their mouths, being kissed like he’s something precious, hands touching him gently as his pussy is pumped full of cum… it’s overwhelming, Cronus unable to resist.
Kurloz tangles their tongues together, rumbling softly, kissing Cronus with broad, slow sweeps of his tongue, seemingly content to just taste and savor Cronus at his own pace. It has something soft and trembling bubbling up in Cronus’ chest, aching fiercely .
He closes his eyes and tries to ignore it, tries to just focus on the way Kurloz is kissing him and sink into it so he doesn’t have to think about anything else.
Finally, the pressure in his belly starts to abate- and then Kurloz tugs his cock out with a pop that has Cronus gasping, his body immediately feeling empty and hating it.
“Good little lamb.” Kurloz purrs- and then his hands are on Cronus, pulling him up, pushing him back to sit against the wall. Cronus looks up at him in a daze, recoiling as Kurloz’s still-chubby cock is pressed to his cheek.
“W-what…” He manages, and Kurloz offers him a grin of sharp teeth, the scars on his face pulling oddly and making it twisted and viscious.
“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” He purrs. “My rut is just beginning, my pretty toy.”
Cronus whimpers as Kurloz takes a hold of his cock and swipes it across his lip- the scent of it is salty and musky and has something animalistic in his gut responding, going hot- but he doesn’t want it!
So why… why is he opening his mouth? Why is he looking up at this beast and sticking his tongue out, moaning pathetically as Kurloz calls him a good boy and slaps his thick cock into Cronus’ tongue, salt and mask bursting across Cronus’ tastebuds?
Why is he mewling as Kurloz sinks a hand into Cronus’ hair and holds his head in place as he feeds him his cock? Why is he wrapping his lips around the big head, jaw dropped all the way to accommodate the girth? Why is he holding Kurloz’s hungry stare as Kurloz starts to rock his hips, licking and slurping over his length, his thighs pressed together as he squirms?
He doesn’t want this, he hates this, he hates the way Kurloz’s cock pumps against his throat and makes him gag, hates the heat it sends jolting through him, making his little dick ache for touch, hates the way the beasts musk is invading his senses, hot and erotic and alluring, hates the way his licking is getting faster, the way Kurloz’s hand in his hair is sending tingles across his scalp and down his spine, he hates this, he just wants Kurloz to cum faster, that’s why he’s doing his best.
He chokes a moan as Kurloz grips his hair firmly in both hands, eyes rolling back- his hands are buried in the fur on the werewolf’s thighs, clinging desperately, and Kurloz purrs “open wide, little lamb.”
Cronus gags painfully as the head of Kurloz’s cock presses into his throat- heat spasms through him as he chokes and shakes- its- he can’t breathe -
“So perfect, so damn perfect…” Kurloz groans as he grinds his cock deeper into Cronus’ throat, the boy spasming slightly as his fingers grip Kurloz’s fur desperately.
His hips twist desperately as he chokes, his eyes rolling back, his nose mashed into the pubes at the base of Kurloz’s cock as the beast rides his face, fucking just an inch out and back in. Spit bubbles over and runs out the side of Cronus’ mouth to the sound of his desperate gags, soaking into Kurloz’s furred balls as they slap against his chin, thick heavy, meaty slaps echoing in the face, evidence of Cronus’ humiliation.
A hard thrust in has Cronus’ hips jolting up off the floor, feet scrabbling, his cries muffled as he heaves around the thick rod cutting off his air, a tight coil in his mind finally snapping as he cums, squirting like a whore from getting his virgin throat fucked by a giant cock.
Kurloz groans as a hot scent reaches Cronus’ nose, the poor boy dazed and on the verge of passing out, and Kurloz pulls Cronus’ head back and yanks his cock free with a thick, wet, slutty noise, air rushing in to fill the space it just vacated.
“Good boy, so fucking good-“ Kurloz gasps as hot ropes splash across Cronus’s face as he coughs and pants, trying to figure out how to think as oxygen returns to his starved brain, whimpering and moaning as he’s marked by this beast’s cum, his seed.
Kurloz’s hand slips between Cronus’ thighs, rubbing over his soaked folds, Cronus’ hips twitching weakly in response to the sharp little jolts of pleasure from having his dick touched.
“I knew you were perfect.” Kurloz rumbles. “You even wet yourself for me, you’re so perfectly submissive…”
“N...no…” Cronus protests weakly, humiliation flooding through him- but it’s true, he did , he pissed himself as he came, and the realization has tears threatening to roll down his cheeks again.
“Don’t cry, pretty lamb.” Kurloz soothes. “It’s natural- your body knows who it belongs to.”
Cronus trembles weakly as Kurloz guides him down again, his throat tight and voice feeling raw. Kurloz stretches out next to him so maybe.. maybe they’re done for the moment?
That thought is banished as Kurloz tugs Cronus onto his side, curling his over his back, his cock pressed up between his cheeks, rutting lazily.
“Come here.” He rumbles, as if Cronus could go anywhere else, and sinks his cock back into Cronus’ pussy.
Cronus moans- at this angle, it’s a strange, deep press into him, every little grind and thrust pushes up against that sweet spot and in no time he’s panting and trembling in Kurloz’s hold.
It feels good, it shouldn’t feel good but it does. Kurloz’s thick cock fucks a deep, aching pleasure up into Cronus’ belly as the werewolf shifts and grabs and grabs again, constantly pulling Cronus in to fuck his cock just that bit deeper, getting it in all the way to pull back out and then push in again, cockhead nudging and grinding against that spot that makes Cronus weak.
“Mmh- hah…” Cronus can’t stop the pathetic noises leaving his throat, so overcome. Kurloz’s hand slips around and between Cronus’ legs, finding his dick and rubbing it, and that’s it, Cronus is lost, crying out as he goes tense and cums, cums on this beasts cock, under his attention, a rush of pleasure that has him sobbing, wanting it to stop but it feels good and it’s so conflicting, he shouldn’t want it, but it feels good.
“That’s it, pretty lamb.” Kurloz croons, not pausing for a moment. “Just give in to your instincts, give in to the pleasure, let yourself become a mindless beast of nature like me. The instinct to breed is powerful, isn’t it? Give yourself over.” His fingers are firm and skillful, grinding and teasing and rubbing at Cronus’ dick, teasing a second orgasm from him right on the heels of the first, his fat cock never pausing for a moment in its slow, deliberate fucking. Cronus moans desperately, arching, shaking his head, but his tongue his heavy as his body betrays him and gives in.
“Yes.” Kurloz purrs. “Yes, my pretty lamb. Give in.”
“No…!” Cronus sobs, but Kurloz’s fingers are relentless and he wails, gripping the furs underneath them, his mind struggling to focus on anything past the hot, overwhelming pleasure cresting through him and making his belly ache , his toes curl and his mouth hang open as he pants, cunt squeezing on the fat cock inside him like it wants to milk every drop.
“ Yes .” Kurloz growls. “You’re mine now. You’ll carry my pups and love it- you’ll cum for me, as many times as I want because you’re mine. ”
Cronus sobs and wails out a pathetic noise as Kurloz’s hips snap forwards and sink into him, that pressure returning as Kurloz’s knot swells up and locks them together, hot pleasure rising and overwhelming him and Kurloz’s fingers aren’t stopping , they’re rubbing his poor dick raw and Cronus is sobbing, shaking, it’s too much, he screams, “yours, okay, please, please please I can’t- yours -!!”
Kurloz’s teeth sink into Cronus’ shoulder and that does it, that pushes him over the edge for the third time and has him sobbing and shaking, pleasure washing through him so hard it hurts , he can’t take it, he’s being stuffed full and overcome and it’s all too much, hot and aching and he’s whimpering, his dick is raw and throbbing with agonizing pleasure, his cunt stuffed full of cum and cock, his limbs shaking and sore.
“Good boy.” Kurloz purrs and it’s a balm on his fraying nerves, his fractured resolve, Cronus sobbing weakly as Kurloz’s arms wrap around him and hold him tight. “Good boy. That’s it. Shhh. You’re mine, little lamb. All mine.”
“O-okay-” Cronus warbles, comforted by the touch- and as everything slowly settles and Kurloz holds him and nuzzles at him, the knot tying them slowly fades into a comforting pleasure, the boy gradually sinks into an exhausted sleep.