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The Hunt is carnal. It is a total submission to one's baser instincts, to be fully consumed by hunger and lust. Not one group of predators uphold the tradition of the Hunt as highly as the wolves do. It is ingrained deeply within their culture, a time-honored practice that must be undertaken at a young wolf's coming of age.
A week ago, in anticipation for his eighteenth birthday, Mike starts fasting. Wolves typically fast for a few days prior to their coming of age, but Mike's father insisted on a week. The young wolf shows promise as the next leader of their pack, so his first Hunt must be savored, he says. The longer the wait, the stronger the desire to feast and consume. It is a test of patience and strength, one that Mike must pass to please his family and the rest of his pack.
The forest is a bounty waiting to be pillaged. Prey animals cower in fear, feeling the electricity in the air. When Mike finally turns eighteen, the Hunt begins.
Jonathan's ear twitches upright. He scrunches his nose as he smells the forest, its usual clean aroma soiled by the smell of heavy musk. He knows what this means; a Hunt has begun.
"We need to go," he says, voice dire.
Will looks up to his brother, confused. "What's going on?"
"We need to retreat back to the burrow, as fast as possible." Jonathan looks down at Will, trying to hide the fear in his eyes. "There's a Hunt nearby. We need to leave before we get caught."
Will nods; he understands the urgency now. They both tuck their baskets of berries and herbs underneath their arms, and the two rabbit brothers take off further into the woods, hoping to avoid whatever predators lurked in the shadows. Will feels his heart racing in his chest, his prey instincts kicking into overdrive. He's only ever felt this sensation once before, when he was just a young rabbit.
He had wondered too far into the forest, outside of the protective gaze of his older brother and his mother. He founds himself in a clearing, distracted by the beautiful blue and yellow flowers that blossomed in the trickling sunlight. Then, from the bushes, something pounced on him. Another boy about his age, with wiry black hair and tufted ears— a wolf.
He was young, fangs barely growing into his mouth, but he bit Will right on the back of his neck. It sent a pang of fear through the young rabbit, thinking this would be his final moments, but to his surprise the wolf let go. He apologized profusely and explained how he couldn't control his instincts. Will understood, but he was still afraid of the boy. Yet somehow, something about the sincerity in the boy's eyes let Will relax in his presence. The two of them, in the secrecy of that flower patch, played together not as predator and prey, but as friends.
Will hasn't thought about that boy in a while. They tried despite themselves and their families to meet up frequently, to play in the flower patch as they did that day, but their lives and their biology drew them apart. Even now, Will faintly remembers the name of that young wolf boy.
Mike. At the thought of his name, Will feels a sudden emptyness, deep in his core.
He stops in his tracks. "Jonathan?" he calls out— he was so distracted in his memories that he lost sight of his brother. "Jonathan?!" he tries again, but no answer.
Will tries to settle his racing heart. He needs to stay calm or else the scent of his fear could be picked up by those in the Hunt. He knows the way back to the safety of his burrow, but now a fog has settled thickly over the forest, obscuring his vision. Slowly, he treads through the forest floor, careful not to step on anything that could alert one to his presence. Ears twitching at his sides, Will stays on guard.
He hears rustling in the bushes next to him. His prey drive is yelling at him to run, to flee— and so he listens.
Will sprints through the forest, kicking up fallen leaves as he does so. He can hear it clearly now, the sounds of padded feet chasing him. Heavy breathing and low growls fill his ears as the predator hunts him down, ready to sink its teeth into his flesh. Though Will is fast, he's certain the predator is faster— so he ducks further into the tree line, where the foliage grows thick and clustered. Will's lithe body easily slips through the shrubbery and predictably slows down the predator chasing him. He hears the predator huff in frustration before giving up the chase. Will is safe, for now.
He finds temporary sanctuary underneath the cover of a large tree. He falls to his knees by the roots, pressing his back against the bark as he tries to even his breathing. He's further in the forest now, and he's lost track of his way back home. He needs to return before night falls on the forest, making it difficult to return to his burrow. If he doesn't find his way before then, he might not make it through the night.
Will closes his eyes and focuses on his racing heart.
The other wolves break off until they scatter throughout the forest. All starved and nipping at the air for a meal, yet Mike is the most starved of all. His hunger gnaws at his stomach. The pain reminds him that he's alive and breathing, and he won't rest until he satisfies his desire.
His older sister Nancy manages to catch the scent of a doe further in the forest. Mike decides to follow a different trail, the scent of something so sickly sweet it nearly intoxicates him. The smell elicits a memory from the depths of his mind, of a young boy he met playing in a flower field. His hunger got the best of him back then, nearly devouring the boy out of pure instinct. But he managed to stop himself when he saw the fear in the boy's eyes. Twitching, lopped ears, wide hazel eyes— instead, Mike was filled with the desire to protect and cherish rather than consume.
Will. The name echoes in his thoughts still. He hasn't seen the rabbit since the days of their youth, as his father disallowed him from dwelling on matters aside from the preservation of their pack. But sometimes, when he steps foot in this very forest, he can still taste his scent in the air.
Tonight, he might be able to reconnect with the rabbit and satisfy his long-awaited desire.
"I think I spotted a couple of rabbits further west from here," says Steve, a fellow wolf from their pack. He previously tried to — and failed — to court Nancy, but his father allowed him to stay in their pack due to his strength.
Mike's stomach growls at the thought of rabbits. "Lead the way."
The two wolves bound further west were they find freshly-picked berry bushes, signs that a prey animal is close by. Steve licks along his teeth as his eyes lock on to something in the distance. "There, I see them." Mike follows his gaze and lands on two brown rabbits, one larger than the other.
The smaller rabbit looks oddly familiar. "The smaller one is mine," Mike says eagerly.
Steve huffs in confusion. "Suit yourself. I have eyes on the large one anyway."
Steve charges forward, the sounds of sprint alerting the larger rabbit immediately, and he breaks off from the smaller one. Strangely, the smaller one doesn't take notice that he's been separated, so Mike quietly stalks him. That sweet scent is thicker now, which makes Mike more sure than ever: he has finally found Will.
Mike follows him further into the woods, where the rabbit finally breaks out of whatever trance he was in. He looks around frantically, calling out for the other rabbit. His voice is deeper now that he's older, but Mike still recognizes him from the timbre and tone of his words. He thinks of what his voice might sound like with his jaw around his neck, feeling it vibrate underneath his fangs. Warmth pools hot and heavy in his core, and for a moment he loses focus; a stick snaps beneath his feet.
The rabbit runs, and Mike gives chase.
His prey is surprisingly fast, but Mike knows he can catch up soon enough. However, the rabbit is smarter than he looks and ducks into some shrubbery, where Mike's frame is too large to fit through. He huffs in frustration, but he isn't giving up that easily. The scent of the rabbits fear is fresh in the air, and he can easily follow it around the dense forest.
Impatience is nipping at his skin as his stomach growls angrily at him, but if he is to prove himself as worthy to the the leader of the pack, Mike needs to be vigilant and careful. Finally, he finds an opening in the trees and manages to slip through. He trails the scent deeper into the woods when he finds what he's looking for: the rabbit, resting at the foot of a large tree with his eyes closed.
It would be so easy to pounce on him, to pierce his claws into his flesh and take everything he wants from him, but Mike stills himself. For now, the forest is calm. Mike watches as the rabbit — as Will — takes slow and steady breaths. His fluffy lopped ears drooping over his shoulders, his voice ragged and tired from their chase, his thighs and ass thick and plump, perfect for sinking his teeth into. Mike salivates at the thought. He wants nothing more than to take and consume him.
He gives into his instincts.
Mike pounces out from the bushes until he's bracing Will against the tree, his arms bracketing his small frame. Will's breath hitches in fear as Mike lowers his head to settle into the crook of his neck. He takes a deep breath and groans. Will's scent is overpowering, sweet like berries and freshly-picked flowers. Mike wants to get his mouth on him, to taste his milky flesh, but again he waits. A test of his patience. He leans back, looking down at the trembling rabbit before him.
"Will," he says, voice low and gravelly. "Look at me, rabbit."
Will whimpers, lips trembling. He shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut even tighter. "N-no— just— just kill me already…" he begs.
Mike growls in frustration. His hunger gnaws at him again, but he tries to push it down. Instead, Mike leans in close again and locks his lips with Will's. The kiss is wet and sloppy, but its intensity elicits a long moan from Will. Mike could barely control himself at the sound of it, biting down hard on Will's bottom lip enough to draw blood. He quickly laps it up, the taste of it dancing on his tongue. The metallic tang is addictive and it leaves Mike wanting more, to get his teeth all over Will's flesh.
But he stops himself.
Mike breaks from the kiss, leaving them both panting. Will's eyes are still closed. "My little rabbit, please look at me," Mike asks again.
This time, long lashes flutter as Will opens his eyes. Wide and hazel, his gaze locks with Mike's dark brown irises, taking in his large form looming over his body. A flash of recognition washes over him. "You… I remember you from when we were younger…" Will whispers. "M-Mike…?"
Mike's fur bristles at hearing his own name on Will's lips. He wonders how many different ways he could have Will screaming his name into the night. "Yes, it's me. I've waited for you all this time, little rabbit."
"B-but— the Hunt—!" Will panics, squirming underneath Mike's body. "Are you… going to eat me?"
Mike growls low in his throat. "There is nothing I want more than to consumeyou, Will. I want to ravish your body."
Will whimpers at his words, slowly rolling his head to his side to reveal his neck in submission. Mike is unable to stop himself from diving in, nose pressed against the exposed flesh, and taking another deep breath. Will's sweet scent is now mixed with an undertone of fear, adding to it a hint of spice that leaves Mike hungry for more. He licks a long, heavy stripe along the column of his neck, relishing in the way Will melts underneath him, his voice high and whiny. His throat vibrates under his tongue as Mike licks again and again, leaving kisses along his neck and jaw. Soon, Mike's hunger returns again as now his teeth graze over the skin, sucking and biting until Will's pale flesh is left purple and bruised. Mike pulls back to look at the mess he's made, stomach growling in satisfaction.
"Why… Why am I still alive…?" Will asks weakly. "Why aren't you killing me?"
Mike stares down at Will, his expression going soft. As Will looks up at him in fear, he's reminded of that small, sweet boy he met that day in the clearing. How despite their instincts and their roles as predator and prey, they still decided to become friends, promising to play with each other as much as they could.
And they did, throughout spring and summer, until eventually a few winters passed and their families prevented them from meeting each other once more. Yet still, Mike never stopped hoping and wishing to meet Will again, to find his childhood friend. Despite his deep, growing hunger, there isn't a part of Mike's body that would dare to eat him— to kill his mate.
Mate. Mike isn't sure if it's possible, but he's known since he's met Will that they were destined to be bonded. His father warned him once; one must kill and consume their prey lest the fall victim to their lustful grasp. But Mike and Will were too young to know of things like lust, sex, and consuming. Their bond was innocent and pure.
It is only now that they're both of age that Mike feels this need to take Will into his arms, to spear him through his core and breed him, take him as his possession. Gone are the wishes of his pack to become their leader— instead Mike knows now that his rightful place is by Will's side.
Mike thinks this reunion is written in the stars.
"I could never hurt you, little rabbit," Mike whispers sweetly into his ear. "Become my mate— my partner. Be mine, Will, as I am yours."
"Wha— Why? Why me?" Will looks up to him with tears in his eyes. "I'm just a rabbit— surely there are others more worthy of your partnership—"
"No." Mike grip tightens, closing the gap between their bodies. "There is none else besides you. It has always been you, Will."
Will's body falls limp underneath Mike, and for a moment the wolf panics, unsure of what happened to his precious rabbit. Then, he feels him clutch at his shirt, burying his face into his chest and wetting it with his tears. "This whole time… This whole time I've felt empty— and I never understood why," Will whispers. "But now I know— I was empty without you, Mike…"
"Then let me fill that emptiness," Mike says eagerly, want and desire licking underneath his skin.
"A-and our families—? You and I, we're predator and prey—"
"It doesn't matter. It never mattered." Mike brings his hand to Will's chin, tugging at it so their eyes can lock once again. "For tonight, nothing else matters. Please, Will. Let me make you mine."
Will nods frantically. His sweet scent spikes into something more intense as an aroma of lust rises between them. Mike's words and his growing hunger — his rut — are triggering the onset of his heat. "Yes, Mike," Will pleads. "Please, take me, consume my body— I'm all yours…"
Those words are all it takes for Mike's control to break.
He surges forward until their lips meet again, but this time their kiss is deeper, hungrier. Mike doesn't ask for permission and instead buries his tongue into Will's mouth, drinking up his spit and savoring its taste. He worries his teeth over Will's lips again until his wound reopens, and now their kiss is a mess of saliva and blood. Feeling brave, Will also bites down on Mike's lips enough to break the skin. Mike reels back for a moment, surprised, but otherwise amused by his spunky rabbit.
"You've got a good bite, rabbit," Mike grins. "But let me show you what a real set of fangs can do…"
Mike's claws dig into Will's shirt until the fabric tears, tossing it aside. His mouth then migrates south over the newly exposed flesh, lapping at the salty sweat of Will's skin. Everywhere his lips brush or tongue licks, Will whimpers loudly into the early dusk of the forest. Mike's hands continue to explore as well, landing on the soft roundness of Will's hips. He massages the flesh there, and his thumbs press deep enough to start bruising his skin.
"M-Mike…" Will hiccups, weakly tugging at Mike's shirt. Mike gets the message and tears it off his own chest until its shreds fall to the floor. Will starts to move his hands over the broad expanse of Mike's chest, tracing over the freckles of his shoulders.
One of Mike's hands travels around Will's waist until it lands on the small of his back. He pushes in, pressing their bodies closer together, while his other hand hooks underneath Will's plush thighs. He effortlessly lifts Will off of his feet and leans him against the tree. Mike settles his body between his legs, his firm hardness pressing up against Will's core. Will whimpers loudly as he grinds down onto Mike's erection. Mike could feel how wet Will already is, soaking through his pants and undergarments.
"Look at you," Mike jeers, "look at you begging for my cock. You're already so wet— are you so eager to be filled with my spend?"
"Y-yes," Will begs into Mike's neck. "Please, Mike— I feel so empty…"
Mike thinks for a moment, deciding between answering his rabbit's please or to be cruel. With a grin, he chooses to be cruel and unrelenting. He's waited a week for this, starving himself of food and the pleasures of flesh, so that today on his eighteenth birthday he may consume to his heart's content. He thinks his precious little rabbit could wait a little longer.
His lips trail down the soft skin of Will's neck, over his collarbone and sternum until it lands on a perked nipple. He wraps his mouth around the bundle of nerves and teases it with his teeth, and Will squirms underneath him. The sudden jolt of pain and pleasure surges through Will's body, leading to his unexpected release. His slick splatters between them, over Mike's clothed dick, and Will falls limply in his arms.
"Look at the mess you've made," Mike comments as he looks between them, briefly separating his lips from Will's nipple. "You came just from me teasing your tits. Do you enjoy the feel of my mouth and teeth that much?"
"Y-yes—!" Will chokes out through tears. "Please, Mike— bite me, claim me— I'm yours, take my whole body—!"
Mike's attention returns to Will's chest, moving to his other nipple this time. With his hands planted firmly on his hips, Mike drives his groin upwards and against Will's soaked cunt. Will wails at the friction over his overstimulated clit, his hole aching and clenching around nothing. The torture of being so empty tears a loud sob out of his throat as tears stream over his cheeks. Will couldn't find the strength to form words anymore, any attempt to speak dying on his lips and coming out as frantic cries.
When Mike is finished toying with Will's perked tits, he moves back up to Will's face. He licks at the tears as they fall from his cheeks, the taste salty on his tongue. There's something about the way Will scrunches his nose and wrenches his eyes shut from the overwhelming sensation that riles Mike's predator drive even further. A prey rabbit, limp and wailing in his arms, completely submitting to his control. It makes Mike want to taste more of him, to hold him in his mouth, graze him with his teeth, and savor him on his tongue.
"You looks so pretty when you cry, little rabbit," Mike growls. "Need more of you— I'm going to eat you up." He hooks his hands underneath Will's knees and pushes up, dragging Will's back across the bark of the tree until it's left red and ragged. Will feels so weightless in Mike's grasp as he lifts him until his head lands between his legs. His hands preoccupied, Mike leans forward to grab the fabric of Will's pants with his teeth, tearing off the thin material and his undergarments along with it. There, he sees it: the soaked folds of Will's clean and perfect cunt.
Mike's stomach growls; he is just so unbelievably hungry. He opens his mouth wide, intent on getting as much of his tongue and lips over Will's pussy as he can. He slowly, tortuously licks a long stripe along his folds, his wet tongue lapping up what remains of Will's slick. Will screams in pleasure with every pass of Mike's tongue over his clit. He sounds like he's being murdered, and the wolf between his legs bristles at the noise.
Will's fingers tangle in Mike's hair, unsure if he should push him back or pull him further in. His heart pounds against his chest and his sobs are running his throat ragged, as finally he's pushed over the edge once more, toes curling and back arching off the tree as he cums a second time. Mike feels as Will's cunt throbs around his tongue, weakly squirting slick over his face, but Mike doesn't stop. He catches Will's sweet juices in his mouth and licks his lips.
He needs more. The starving wolf within Mike will not be satisfied until he fully consumes every part of Will's being.
"Mike… A-aahhn— M-Mike…" Will babbles through shallow breathing. He's trembling in Mike's grasp as his orgasm continues to send waves and waves of pleasure throughout his small frame. His tears now drying on his face as he's ran out of strength to cry.
Mike settles Will back across his lap after tearing off what remains of his clothes. His cock, hard and an angry shade of red, springs forth and slaps stiffly against his stomach. He drags Will down until he's anchored around his waist and his cock is pressed against their bodies. Mike admires the way his length contrasts against Will's soft, milky flesh. Will stares down between them with wide eyes.
"Nnnh— Y-you're so big," he mutters, cheeks dusted pink with arousal.
Mike follows his gaze downwards. His aching cock, fully erect and flush between them, sits almost up to Will's ribs, and the thickness of his girth is nearly half the size of Will's slim waist. Though Will's hips were wide and perfect for breeding, Mike wonders if he would even be able to fit all of himself into his small frame. The challenge stokes the fire in Mike's chest.
"Are you ready to feel full, little rabbit?" he says with a smirk as he lines the tip of his cock against Will's cunt. Will simply closes his eyes and nods his head urgently, bracing himself for the pressure that is Mike's massive cock.
Mike dips the head in first, smearing it Will's creamy slick to properly coat it. Then he tries to press into the tight ring of Will's cunt, but his size plus the slipperiness of the slick causes his cock to slide out several times. He growls in frustration, and when the tip of his cock finally catches in Will's hole, he roughly thrusts forward to keep it in place.
Will makes a choked noise as the air is punched out of his lungs, eyes rolling back into his skull as his jaw falls slack. He feels the burn of the stretch around Mike's girth, a pain that keeps Will conscious enough to prevent from fading. He already feels so full as his internal organs rearrange themselves to accommodate for Mike's size. He looks down and gasps when he realizes that his lover still isn't even halfway done with him.
"Y-you're so tight, Will—" Mike strains to push deeper into the velvet heat of Will's cunt. The warmth envelops him completely, and Mike thinks he could just cum from this.
"Mike— o-ooh— I can't—" Will is crying again, voice strained and ragged. "It's too big— it won't fit—"
"Yes it will, little rabbit," Mike encourages, slowly pressing forward again. "I know you can take it, just relax—"
Will tries his best to steady his breath as Mike breaches deeper, hitting places Will's fingers could never reach. When his cock brushes against a rather sensitive spot, Will clenches down on his hardness in response. Mike's cock is thick and aching in his core, and Will rhythmically tightens around the heat of it to coax it further inside. His ministrations are enough to drive Mike mad with arousal.
"W-Will, if you keep doing that—" Mike warns through gritted teeth. He's barely pushed halfway into Will's cunt, his knot at the base of his dick not even fully formed yet, when he suddenly feels his balls tighten.
The warmth around his cock partnered with the throbbing of Will's velvet walls is enough to teeter Mike off the edge of release without his permission. He lets out a shuddered breath as he prematurely releases his spend into Will's pussy, coating his insides in white. Mike ducks his head into the crook of Will's neck and takes a deep breath to steady himself as he pushes slow and shallow thrusts in and out of Will. He presses soft kisses along the bruises on his neck until his dick finally stops spurting his seed.
Above him, Will chuckles as he's unable to hold back a smirk. "Releasing so soon, my wolf…?" he teases breathlessly. "I thought someone as large and strong as you would have more fight than that…"
His words are enough to reignite the fire in Mike's chest and the hunger in his stomach. "You will regret your words, prey."
His grip on Will's thighs tightens, claws digging into his skin deep enough to draw blood. He swiftly pulls out of Will's pussy, and the slick mixed with his seed spills onto the leaf litter below them. Mike relishes in the way Will moans at the sudden emptiness, his bravado completely evaporating as he starts begging to be filled again.
"Hurry, Mike, please—" Will whines, his voice pitchy and high. "Breed me, pump me full…"
"Impatient little rabbit…" Mike sneers.
With renewed strength, Mike roughly jerks Will's body until his chest is pressed against the tree, his sensitive nipples rubbing against the wood. Mike lines himself up again, hands firmly on Will's waist, and without pretense or hesitation, he plunges forward. He manages to breach that initial tight ring of Will's pussy until his fully sheathes inside of him. Mike groans at the sensation, and Will howls in a mix if pleasure and pain, his nails digging into the tree bark. Mike reaches upwards to grab his hand and place it over his stomach, over where his flesh has distended to make way for his massive dick.
"Do you feel that, prey?" Mike whispers darkly into Will's ear. "Do you feel how I deep I am? Are you full enough yet?"
Will feels like he can't speak, like Mike's dick reaches all the way up his throat. He manages to choke out, "N-need more— Please, fill me up, my wolf…"
"You're such a needy little rabbit…" Mike pulls out slightly, a hiss escaping his gritted teeth, before he plunges forward again with a rough cant of his hips. "Is this not enough for you?" He slides out, then thrusts deep. "Will you be finally satisfied when I've thoroughly bred you," — slides out, thrusts deep, — "pumped you full until your bursting with my seed?"
Will gasps at Mike's words, punctuated by his quick and sudden movements. His mouth fails to work, instead nodding his head frantically. When Will finally regains function of his lips, he manages to mutter out, "N-need you to— to give me kits… Please, fill my b-belly with everything you have and make me yours…"
Something snaps in Mike's brain. The notion of having children with Will fills him with strength and vigor— and strangely enough, love. The image of a pregnant Will, full with his pups, overpowers his predator drive with something greater, something much more fond. He doesn't know if it's possible, if their kids will come out as wolves or as rabbits or some hybrid mix of the two— but it doesn't matter to Mike. He will provide for them and love them all the same. Suddenly, he doesn't need approval from his father or from his pack anymore— Mike can start his own pack, with Will as the mother of his children. And what strong, beautiful children they will be.
Filled with a new sense of purpose, Mike steadies one hand one Will's waist and the other around his throat, bringing his back flush against his chest. He buries his nose into Will's hair, planting soft kisses on the back of his neck as he breathes deep. "I will give you all the kits you want, baby."
Then, Mike plunges forward with full force. His pace is relentless, drilling deep into Will's core until he's bruising his entrance. Will can't even scream with Mike's hand clutching around his throat. Mike can feel his lovers pulse beneath his fingers, can feel the way his neck vibrates with every moan and whine as he continues to thrust deeper and deeper. His knot is engorged now, ready to lock itself within Will until his cock has properly bred him, until his seed takes.
Mike readjusts his hands and plants both on the plushness of Will's hips. Instead of thrusting upwards into Will, his lifts the rabbit up along his length and slams him back down. The sudden force causes Will to scream out again, even when he thinks he no longer has the voice to wail as loudly as he does. Despite the anguished sounds he's making, Will has never felt as satisfied as he does now. Pussy filled to the brim with Mike's wide cock, pounding into him until he can feel his head beating against his cervix— it's a pain the sets his nerves on fire. Will knows now, can feel it in his bones, that if Mike releases into him and locks them in place, he will be plump with Mike's promised kits.
"Please, please, please—" Will babbles. "Give it to me— give me your seed, Mike—!"
Mike's hunger surges again, the need to bite and claim what's his. It gnaws away at his control, his fangs aching in his mouth. As he bounces Will up and down on his cock, trying to drive his knot into his tight pussy, his eyes focus on the pale skin of Will's neck. He hasn't eaten in a week; the taste of Will's flesh envelops his conscious. He wants to devour him here, while his cock pumps him full of his seed. The ultimate release, the ultimate satisfaction.
Mike is absolutely starving.
His maw opens wide, fangs bared and pointed, and he sinks his teeth into Will's neck. Will's prey instincts comes back in full force as he lets out a blood-curdling scream, flailing in Mike's grasp as the fear of being eaten alive surges through his veins. And Mike could taste it— could taste his fear as he bites down harder.
Blood fills Mike's mouth as with a few more powerful thrusts, he finally plunges his knot into Will's cunt and locks them together. His wolf cock begins to fill the small rabbit to the brim with his white hot seed, and Will could feel his belly extend to make more space for his spend. That feeling of being pumped full mixed with the adrenaline of a near-death experience causes Will to reach his orgasm one final time, his cunt clenching down on Mike's stiff cock as it milks it for the rest of his seed.
Mike releases his jaw from Will's neck, and he licks up all the blood until his predator instincts are satisfied, his hunger finally sated. The warmth of his tongue over the fresh wound sends even more shivers down Will's spine, his body quivering around Mike's cock. Mike looks down between them and sees where they're locked in place, satisfied with the way his knot is properly sealing his spend deep inside of Will. They will be locked for hours, until Mike's balls have emptied everything into Will. There is no chance that Will won't be pregnant after this, and that thought blossoms a comforting rumble in his chest.
He brings Will closer to him in a tight embrace. "That was a most delicious meal… Thank you, my little rabbit," he purrs, nuzzling his face into Will's hair.
Will still feels like his skin is on fire, synapses bursting at every touch. His entire body aches as the adrenaline slowly leaves his veins and finally relaxes. There is no danger here, in Mike's arms. He may be marked and bitten until he was bloody, but Will knows that he's safe, that only Mike has permission to devour him so fiercely.
A twinge of worry flashes in Will's mind. "M-Mike…" he says weakly. "The Hunt— it's over, which means—"
"No," Mike grumbles. "I will not leave your side— not now, not ever. You are mine as I am yours, remember?" Mike rests his hand over Will's engorged belly. "I will be here for you, to provide for you and our pups."
Will keens at his lover's words, moving to place his own hand over Mike's. "I want them to be as strong as their father…" he whispers sweetly.
"And I wish for them to be as beautiful as their mother," Mike whispers back. Then, Mike's next words leave his lips before his conscious enough to catch them. "I love you, Will…"
Will is taken aback by his words. He smiles, turning to wrap his arms around Mike's neck as he pulls him close. "I love you, too, Mike…"
The two of them share a kiss, gentle and tender. Mike feels that he has been satisfied for a lifetime, and Will feels that he will never be empty again. The next time their hunger comes, they both know that they will each have their fill.