He wails with urgency and desperation and turns to stifle the noise to avoid waking the children, only belatedly becoming aware that what he has his face buried in is Alecto's sealskin, the pristine white fur damp from his breath and his panting. The realization is accompanied by a spark of guilt and deep, illogical arousal, and he comes with another muffled cry, spilling his release onto the fur, his legs quivering with the force of his orgasm.

"More, dearest, please," he begs, incoherent with tears, straining around the length of Alecto's cock still buried inside him, his body greedy to continue being used for their mutual pleasure. "I want to be so full of you it leaks out of me when I move, I've never felt as close to you as this before - oh! Alecto, love, please... I need you, need this..." he buries his face in the silken soft pile of Alecto's fur, muffling his own words. Just the thought is almost enough to wind him up into another orgasm.