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“Alphas and Omegas can’t ma…”
Humphrey still vividly remembered Winston’s words. Alphas and Omegas can’t mate, he had meant to say.
Now, with Kate’s hindquarters pressed to his face, those words felt very far away.
“I don’t think you're flaunting it hard enough,” Humphrey snorted.
Kate rolled one golden eye back, grinning. “Oh?” she said, suddenly stopping in her tracks. Humphrey gasped as he crashed into her rump—the swells of her buttocks plush against his forelegs. “Is this hard enough?” she drawled with a teasing sway of her hips.
“Mmm,” he murmured, dipping his head to press his chin to the bottom of her spine. “Save it for the den, Kate,” he said, “unless you’d prefer I mount you here?”
Shaking her head, Kate put on a burst of speed. “We’d better not!” she cried.
Humphrey tilted his head. “Are you sure?” he quipped, catching up to her. “From here, your moans would carry down the entire mountain. Everyone would think you’re singing.”
“Gosh, no!” Kate squeaked, tucking her tail between her legs. “We just got married. They’ll know my sounds are… not a song.” She blushed.
Humphrey smirked. “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed,” he teased.
The words only made the Alpha blush harder, and she averted her golden gaze. “I am not embarrassed,” she said. “I’m… modest.”
“Ah, well,” Humphrey began, “you shouldn’t be. You’re the prettiest wolf in all of Jasper, Kate—everyone would be honored to hear you squeal.”
Kate was thinking of something snarky to shoot back when she saw the den. She broke away from him, diving eagerly into it.
“Oh, good,” Humphrey murmured. “If we had to walk a moment longer, you’d probably have turned into a waterfall.” When he had padded into the den, Kate was already sitting down.
“I already feel like one,” she admitted.
Humphrey’s blue eyes lit up. “Can I see?” he asked shamelessly.
Kate cringed slightly. “You’re… forward.”
“Honest,” the Omega corrected. “I’m honest.” Then, his gaze sharpened playfully. “Besides—we’ve had enough ritualistic nose-touching foreplay to start putting the mating into marriage now, don’t you think?”
Kate let out a long, dramatic sigh. “Sure,” she said, getting to her paws. Humphrey watched her every move—the way she turned, the way she opened her hindpaws, the way she angled her hips toward his face.
And then, she moved her tail. Humphrey stared, transfixed, as she curled it gracefully over her back.
Nestled between the gorgeous mounds of her haunches, her folds glistented in the dim light. They were pink, wet, and utterly feminine.
His jaws fell open; he was practically salivating. “Can I touch you?” he asked, his voice suddenly reverent and pup-like.
Kate snorted. “Yes, Humphrey. That is, in fact, what mates do.”
Humphrey stepped closer, lowering his muzzle to sniff under her tail. Warm, musky scent flooded his nostrils; he shivered. Up close, she was even more beautiful—he could see clearly the protruding ridges of her folds, the small slit between them, and the small, cute nub of her clit.
“So beautiful,” Humphrey murmured, relishing the scent. He could feel the heat coming off it—thick and damp against his muzzle.
Kate glanced over her shoulder, her eyes half-lidded with faint amusement. “Oh yeah?” she drawled. “Well, why don’t you tell me how it tastes, too?”
Suddenly, she pushed her hips back—and her hot, soft folds pressed against Humphrey’s nose. He flinched instinctively, his eyes flaring wide, before he quickly took a small step forward and lowered his muzzle. Extending his tongue, he pressed it to the bottom of her slit—and slowly drew it upward.
Both of them shivered.
Kate from the sensation of his warm, smooth tongue running up her slit.
Humphrey from the flavor and heat pressing back against his tongue.
“Better than prey,” he drawled, already going in for another lick.
“Oh no,” Kate fretted, “don’t eat me too fast!”
Grinning, Humphrey slithered his tongue up and down her vulva, feeling his tongue contour to her shape—the slick lines, the crease, the hardening, swelling nub.
“Eager,” he mused.
“Only for you,” Kate murmured.
“Oh really?” he paused for a moment, meeting her gaze—his face frozen beside her haunches. “Are you sure one howl from Garth wouldn’t make you present yourself just the same?”
“Please,” Kate groaned. “His howl was… horrific. An atrocity to the very air.”
Humphrey lifted his chin, setting it on her back. “If you feel as good as you look, Kate, my grunting might be even worse.”
Kate scoffed. “Impossible.”
He widened his eyes dramatically. “We’ll see.”
At that, he reared up, standing on his hindlegs—forepaws pressed to her spine. Then, leaning forward, he hooked his forelegs on Kate’s hips, his chin pressed to her back.
“Ah!” she squeaked. “You’re… heavy.”
“Really?” he paused. “Thank you.”
Pressing the top of his head to Kate’s shoulderblades, Humphrey stared back, glancing at his own belly. “Alright,” he began, “now… how’s this work?”
Kate froze, her eyes widening fractionally. “You… don’t know?” she asked. “You’ve never… seen?”
“Only in squirrels,” he said, shifting his hindpaws until his hips were somewhat aligned with hers. His member throbbed between his legs, the tip brushing the fur of her left haunch. Slowly, he angled it between them, finding purchase on the soft swell of her vulva.
Both of their breaths caught as Humphrey began to push forward.
Kate’s folds gave way with a wet squelch—parting wide around his tip. The rim of her vagina opened to embrace him, taking in his length. Humphrey let out a low, pleased groan as he sank in deep, her walls quivering and fluttering around him. The sensations were strong and overwhelming—tight, hot, wet. He closed his eyes in bliss.
“This can’t be right,” he said.
Kate turned her head to glance over her shoulder, staring at him through one eye. “W-what do you mean?” she asked, her voice faintly worried.
“Because,” he went on, “it feels way too good.”
Huffing a laugh, Kate smirked at him. “Am I too much for you?” she asked playfully. “Should we stop?” Eyes sparkling with mirth, Kate pulled forward slightly, the base of Humphrey’s shaft sliding out of her with a plip.
“No!” Humphrey said quickly, moving his hindpaws forward and thrusting back in to fill the space she had created. “You’re just enough, Kate.”
When the sound of her giggling trickled away, the only sound in the den became that of their ragged breathing. Kate could feel Humphrey’s heart beating through his chest against her back, and Humphrey could hear the fluttering sound of Kate trying to catch her breath.
“I love you,” Humphrey said.
Kate’s lips drew back in a smirk. Tensing her hips, she pressed herself into him.
“Show me.”
Humphrey’s breath caught in his throat. Giving her the faintest nod, he glanced down once, then narrowed in his eyes in concentration.
He pulled away, his shaft slithering out from between her folds—
Then slammed back in.
Kate squeaked, her whole body quivering with the force. His shaft speared her open, settling deeper in her heat with another squelch. Her muscles contracted around him, squeezing his length.
Without even pausing, Humphrey pulled out, then slammed forward again. His hips met hers—her buttocks soft and yielding against his muscular hindlegs.
“H-humphrey…” Kate murmured, her breath light and fluttering. In response, Humphrey nibbled playfully on her ears.
Hips flexing with each movement, Humphrey began to settle into a steady, relentless rhythm—pulling out an inch or two before slamming back in, his length disappearing and emerging again and again from the soft passage nestled between her spread folds. Each thrust was punctuated by a squelch of wet flesh yielding, and another squeal and whine escaped Kate every few heartbeats.
“Ahh…” Humphrey exhaled. “You feel so good… so soft…”
Kate snorted. “You feel like a rock!”
Grinning, Humphrey tilted his head, staring down at her.
“A big one?”
“Yes,” Kate said breathlessly. “A very big one.”
At that, Kate shifted her stance: lowering her forequarters, lifting her hips higher—giving Humphrey a better angle. He groaned in delight, the tip of his shaft tickling the furthest reaches of Kate’s deep passage. He relished every moment of it, exhilaration coursing through him.
Then, Kate let out a long, drawn-out moan.
“See?” Humphrey teased. “Sounds just like a song.”
Embarrassed, she put one forepaw over her muzzle, her cheeks turning pink beneath her fur. Shaking his head, Humphrey reached forward with his own paw, guiding hers away from her mouth.
“You have nothing to hide,” he cooed. “You’re not Garth.”
Kate burst out laughing, allowing his paw to guide hers. The noises began to trickle out of her—fluttering breaths, sharp inhales, soft moans and high-pitched squeals. Humphrey perked his ears, relishing the noises; to him, the sound of her pleasure was even better than a song.
Pausing briefly, Humphrey shifted his hips. Kate glanced back at him, briefly confused, as he widened his stance.
Then, he began thrusting again—and this time, it was different.
Harder. More insistent. His hips beat against hers—rocking her body back and forth, making her squeal louder.
“Humphrey!” she exclaimed, her tongue rolling out of her mouth as she panted. “It’s—so much!”
Humphrey stared down at her—tongue sticking out, breath coming hard and fast. Of all the sunsets, waterfalls, and old-growth forests he’d been to in his life… he’d never laid his eyes upon a sight more beautiful.
“If I was Garth,” he huffed, “every bird in the forest would be dead by now.”
Kate laughed hysterically—the sound broken by her own jagged breath and pleasured moans.
Humphrey began to feel Kate’s excitement as a tangible thing—the way more fluids were welling out of her hole, sloshing around his shaft. With each thrust out, a small circle of clear liquid followed him—and with each thrust in, that liquid splattered, coating her haunches and his belly. A thin line of it saturated the crease of her folds, flowing down in a stream between her haunches before dripping off her belly, splattering against the bottom of the den.
“S-such a mess,” Kate murmured breathily.
“Don’t worry,” Humphrey said. “I’ll just lick it up.”
Kate smiled at him, her tongue still hanging out of her mouth.
As Humphrey continued to beat in and out of her, the ecstasy began to flow in earnest through his veins. He began to feel so good, so joyful, so utterly in bliss that pain seemed like a thing of the past. His movements gradually lost their steady rhythm—instead becoming more sudden, more jerking and insistent. He thrust harder in and out of her, the base of his shaft beginning to swell into a hard, round knot.
“Kate,” he murmured. “I’m… close.”
Kate froze beneath him, her eyes flaring wide.
Then, she gave him a slow, meaningful nod.
“Inside me,” she said. “Give me your pups, Humphrey.”
He nodded earnestly—he didn’t need to be told twice. As his knot swelled further, growing thicker and wider, it became harder and harder to work it in and out of her. With each continued thrust, her folds had to part obscenely wide around it, squelching loudly.
And then, with one thrust, Humphrey popped inside her—
And couldn’t pull back out.
At that, he simply relaxed, holding onto her hips as his climax surged through him. His shaft twitched and throbbed as the fluid bubbled out of him, spraying into the depths of her passage. Kate trembled with each spray, feeling the hot, white fluid fill her up.
“Humphrey…” she moaned out.
“Kate…” he answered, nuzzling the back of her neck.
A final strong, heavy spurt of come sprayed from his shaft, followed by a gentle trickle. Then, it was done, and neither of them moved for a long time.
“That was amazing,” Humphrey murmured.
“Yes,” Kate agreed. “We’ll have to do this every night.”
Humphrey smiled; he liked that idea.
As time passed, Humphrey’s large, swollen knot remained firmly lodged inside her—just barely hidden by the rim of her opening. It acted like a plug, keeping all of the fluids trapped inside her. Only after a long while did one of them speak again.
“Should… should we try to separate?” Kate asked.
“Probably,” Humphrey said. “As much as I want to be inside you forever…”
Slowly, he got off her—stepping around so his haunches were pressed against hers. He winced slightly, feeling his shaft bend backward, but he didn’t complain.
“Ready?” he asked.
Kate nodded. “Ready.”
While Kate dug her claws deep into the floor of the den, Humphrey surged forward—trying to yank his knot and shaft out from between her folds. However, he was so thoroughly stuck inside her that he simply tripped, hitting the ground chin-first.
“Ouch.”
Kate glanced back, eyes wide. “Are you okay?” she asked quickly.
“Yes,” Humphrey replied. “It’s okay,” he went on, “it wouldn’t hurt me to be inside you a little while longer.”
Kate smiled at him, eyes glittering with amusement. Both of them settled down—lying on their stomachs, butts pressed against each other as Humphrey’s shaft continued to pulse and throb inside Kate’s passage.
Finally—a long time later—Humphrey felt the swelling beginning to subside. “I think it’s looser now,” he said.
Nodding, Kate drove her claws to the ground, and braced. When Humphrey stood back up and pulled, his shaft—finally—fell out of her with a plop. A white stream of fluid followed him, trickling down her thighs.
“What a beautiful little mess,” Humphrey murmured. “I better clean you up…”
Kate let out a long, shaky exhale as Humphrey dipped his muzzle beneath her tail, his breath fanning over her saturated folds before he began to lick them clean. He relished the flavors of their mingled fluids, drawing his tongue up and down her again and again before she was perfectly clean and glistening with his saliva.
Once he was done, Kate stood slowly, her legs trembling. She turned around to face him, her eyes bright and loving.
“Every night,” she said.
“Every night,” he agreed.
Closing their eyes, they pressed their noses together.
Winston’s words repeated one final time in Humphrey’s mind.
Alphas and Omegas can’t mate.
Now, he had broken Pack Law and stolen his daughter. Every lick, every thrust, every heartbeat spent lodged inside Kate had been a quiet act of rebellion against Winston’s words.
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