So... I totally recognize I kept hinting that Captain Hook is a bad dude (for some kinda rapey reasons, it seems) and I promise I'll be touching more on that in later chapters when Ben and Harry kinda get to know each other a little more. For now, it's there just to explain why he'd do this and betray Uma. Given his undying loyalty to her, I felt it needed good reasoning.


"You've got Mal's spell book now, ya could see about just making a hole in the barrier?" Harry offered, chiming in amongst the slew of other creative ideas the crew were giving for a new escape plan, "Maybe under the water with-"

"Shut up, Harry." Uma bit, jerking her head towards him and sparing a only second away from the book in her hands before returning to it, "I haven't forgiven you yet."

"I didn't do anythin'-"

"That is exactly the point." Uma growled, snapping the book shut and making her way over to where Harry sat upon a tall crate, "You did nothing. You had the prince right there and you didn't take the opportunity! You let me down. We would be over there ruling Auradon right now if you had just manned up and mated him when you had the chance."

Harry squared his shoulders as she glared at him, unwilling to back down from this fight. Just this once. He was her first mate, her right hand, her second in command and he always caved for her, but this time was different. Harry was a villain, certainly, but even he would never betray the sanctity of mating like that. Mating the future king of Auradon would have been a permanent decision for both himself and for Ben, who wouldn't have even been allowed to make the choice. As loyal as he was to Uma, Harry refused to cross that line...

...like his father had.

Uma clicked her tongue before lifting a finger to the underside of Harry's chin and nudging it lightly, "I won't stay mad at you forever Harry, you know that."

"But for now..." Harry coaxed, wanting to hear just what sort of punishment she had in mind; and he knew that there would be one, no matter how sickeningly fond she seemed.

The corner of her mouth upturned for a split second, "For now, you're being demoted."

Harry frowned, jumping up from his seat as Uma turned to walk away, "Demoted?"

"Gil will be my first mate for a while, to teach you a lesson. If I can't trust your loyalty then I can't trust you as my second in command."

"Uma." Hook tried, hopping in front of her and splaying out his arms to block her path. He grinned impishly in the way he knew charmed her every time, and pulled his hat from his head to place over his heart, "I'm yer first mate. Always."

She smiled at him with false sweetness and tapped his face a few times, each little smack just shy of being hard enough to consider a slap, "It's only temporary, guppie." she assured him, though Hook felt anything but reassured. "You'll get over it."

Harry tried not to growl when Uma left him, heading over to Gil and offering him a dishonestly friendly slap to the back before whimsically giving him Harry's hard earned title.


"Take a left." Evie instructed from her seat beside the king, pointing up ahead so the driver could see where she meant.

Beast kept his eyes out the window, taking in the view and trying to map out where they were as they drove by yet another gathering of rundown buildings, "Thank you again for your help, Evie." he said, trying not to make it out as off handed as it seemed.

Evie turned to look at him, "Of course. It's Ben. We all owe him everything we have."

Beast chuckled and took his glance away from the window just for a moment to smile at her, "You don't owe him anything, sweetheart. He brought you all over because he wanted to prove himself as a great leader."

Evie paused and acknowledged the king with a wary look for a few moments before finally speaking up, "No he didn't. Ben brought us over to Auradon because he cares. He wants to give everyone the chance they deserve." She watched the king go silent, regarding her with a faint air of surprise, as if he hadn't expected such loyalty from an Isle girl.

Evie wrinkled her nose, either upset with his lack of belief in his son or his assumptions against kids from the Isle, "He's going to make a great king." she added finally, having grown sick of the quiet, "I hope you're very proud of him."

Beast wanted to say something, maybe defend his love for his son, but settled on remaining with his head towards the window and his lips shut for the rest of the ride.

"There!" Evie shouted suddenly, pointing towards the tunnel hole as the driver came to a stop, "We go through there."

"Are we safe to enter?" Beast asked as they hopped out of the car.

"Quick in, quick out." Evie replied, one foot already in the cylinder path, "Don't make eye contact with anyone and stay close to me. If someone tries something, just be yourself."

She paused just before ducking in and turned back towards him once more, "The beast part of yourself, I mean."

He snorted with amusement and nodded, "Will do."

They slink through the tunnel as quiet as possible, Evie silently cursing her choice of stunning heels for the first time in her life. The bridge from the tunnel to the docs has been replaced, and it looks like they learned their lesson and have nailed it in. Evie wonders if getting out of here with Hook will be as easy if they can't cut Uma off with the same trick. They pull through into the open space of the docs without too much attention, but they don't make it too far before someone is calling out to Uma, shouting about Evie and a finely dressed man.

Uma made her way to the front of her ship as they came to it, and Evie fought to keep her head tall when Uma sneered at her, glancing around for a second as if on the lookout for Mal, "What," she asked queerly, "no firepower?"

"I've got plenty up my sleeve." she offered in reply, ready in a second to gesture to Beast and watch him overpower the others, because really, they're all still just kids with swords.

Beast is a big, scary, very adult... beast.

Evie was just about to insult Uma's status of importance to Mal and subtly ask after her second when Beast came up to level himself with her side, voice booming throughout yards of area, she had no doubt, as he called out, "We're looking for Harry Hook!" and she immediately wanted to roll her eyes at his lack of finesse.

Harry, for his part, jerked up from whatever barrell he'd been sat upon, coming up to Uma's hip and bypassing Gil with a self satisfied smirk and condescending a pat on the back. Of course, it wasn't Gil's fault Uma had used him to get back at Hook-given Gil Harry's title-but he could still be plenty bitter about it.

"Aye?" He asked with a grin, eyeing Evie once up and down before his eyes settled on the king. He seemed to startle into awareness at that, the trademark smile slipping off his face as he settled on his own conclusion, "...This about the prince, then?"

Beast let out a breathy sigh, clearly relieved, but kept his chest squared even as his eyes looked pleadingly to Harry, "Ben, he's... It's his heat-"

Hook was already striding past Uma and heading for the pike tunnel before Beast had the chance to finish. Uma called after him, quickly jumping from mild confusion to a bursting anger when he ignored her and continued his ascent.

"Harry?" she demanded, following a good few paces behind them and trying to catch up, "Harry Hook! You do not ignore me!"

Harry waited impatiently until both Beast and Evie had gotten into the tunnel before digging his hook into the nails that kept the bridge attached. Uma had barely made it to the bridge's end before he was casting it away and leveling her with a look that warned her not to follow.

He didn't trust her not to take advantage of Ben's weakened state, or the fact that Beast himself had come to fetch Harry. There were so many variables that she could manipulate, so many ways that this situation could go horribly wrong, but Harry wasn't going to give her the chance. He would come back at a later time and beg her forgiveness, grovel at her feet and kiss her boots until she gave him whatever hogwash position she deemed fit for a punishment. He didn't care that he'd lose his standing as first mate, these things: mates and heats- a person's biology and status, were things you didn't mess with.

Controlling someone with their heat, their status or their mating bond were deeds too evil for Harry to ever abide by. He would not do to Ben what Captain Hook had done to his mother. He would not become like his father, not now, not ever.

"Harry!" she yelled as he turned away, "I will come after you with everything I have, do you hear me? Everything I have! You will not betray me too!" her screaming grew louder and more desperate the further into the tunnel he got, "Harry!" she cried, and as he exited the tunnel on the other side, her voice at last began to fade away, "Harry !"

He still heard her angry yells rattling around in his head well past the Isle's barrier, the main land, and was still dealing with the weight of his actions as they drew closer to Auradon.


Belle was drawn away from Ben's side by a startlingly urgent knock on her son's bedroom door.

She jumped up, raced to unlock it, and prayed to every force of good that it was the Alpha boy from the Isle, come to ease her son's misery. When she threw back the door, she was disappointed to find a small beta man blinking up at her instead.

He shakily held out a letter towards her, bowing once, before starting up a monologue about the current state of their alliance with King Philip's kingdom. Apparently there was still some animosity between their daughter and a handful of the students at Auradon Prep, and they had things yet to discuss in terms of her future schooling. Belle waved the man off in a hurried tutt, but he insisted, implying that if the matter was not quickly resolved, they could no longer depend on the month's shipment of fine silk and cloth from Philip's people.

And even Fairy Godmother's talented chorus of mice and birds couldn't stand as seamstress to the entire kingdom.

"Go." Mal said pointedly, "I've got this. They should be back soon, and I can handle Ben until then."

Belle glanced between her son and Mal a few times before worriedly toying with her hands, "Are you sure, Mal? I'm certain this can wait until-"

"Aurora's that diva princess, right? If she's even half as bad as Audrey, then you'll need to solve this as quick as possible."

Belle huffed, gave Ben one last worried look, then nodded with her resolve. She gave Mal a quick way to contact her in case Ben got any worse, then scurried along after the small man who'd delivered the message.

Mal replaced the wet cloth at Ben's forehead with a flick of her wrist, conjuring up a fresh one in mere moments, (probably the only time Ben wouldn't chide her for using magic) rubbed down his arms and whispered as calmingly as she could that everything would be okay, "They'll be here soon. You'll be okay, Ben."

He'd abandoned his shirt quickly, the heat having gotten to him enough to mute the hesitation he'd felt earlier with Mal and Evie stuck in the room with him. He no longer cared if he was naked in front of others or not, it was too hot to be wearing clothes. It was only by Mal's sheer willpower and use of basic stalling spells that he had kept his pants on. Mal had almost debated trying for a spell to keep Ben locked in place when Ben tried to take them off for a third-and then fourth-time.

"Mal..." he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and tossing his head, nearly dislodging her fresh towel, "Mal, I can't..."

"Just hold on, Ben."

He panted, "I can't... I can't, I need-"

She shushed him as gently as she could, trying to think of how an Alpha might provide a sense of calm outside of a knot and dropping her voice as low as possible, "Ben." she tried, nearly choking on her own false authority, "Calm down."

The desperate cry it tore from him almost had her rearing back, "Mal... please... Alpha, need-"

She dropped the faux bravado quickly, realizing it was only going to make the situation worse, and wrapped her hand tightly around his, "Ben... I can't give you what you need, I'm so sorry."

Ben curled himself around her before she could retract, whimpering against her knee as he struggled for some sort of physical contact, "Please, please!"

"Ben, I'm not-"

The doors burst open with force before she could say anything to try and deter him, the wood nearly flying right off the hinges.

In walked Harry Hook, strutting forward with all the confidence of an Alpha about to stake a claim. He eyed Mal with a near sneer and offered her a non-friendly smile, "Thanks, love," he bit, teeth white and pearly as he showed them off, "but I'll take it from here."

Instinct commanded her to back down, step away from Ben and leave the room, but she pulled herself together long enough to catch Harry by the arm and do her best to growl at him on her way out, "I swear, by all the powers that be, if you hurt him-"

"Wouldn't hurt what's mine." Harry snapped, final and authoritative as he jerked his arm out from her grasp and silently commanded her to go.

He didn't give her a second look before heading for Ben.

Ben was reaching out, begging and smiling with amazed relief as Harry neared, his scent no doubt overriding everything else around them. His Alpha was here. Finally, his Alpha was here to take care of him! Knot him, bite him, bond with him and mate him just like Ben needed.

The moment Harry's knees touched the bed he was on him like a leech, grabbing and pulling at whatever part of Harry he could get under his hands. He pawed at Harry's layers frustratedly, so distracted with his Alpha's state of overdress that he didn't notice Mal shutting the door as she reluctantly left, or the lock clicking into place behind her. He tugged Hook's jacket from his shoulders urgently and nearly ripped the sleeve on Harry's hook in his haste.

"Easy lovely, it's alright, 've gotcha..." Hook soothed, grabbing up one of Ben's wrists before he could work Harry's belt off of him, "Easy."

"Alpha-" Ben tried desperately, his free hand sliding up and around Harry's shoulders so he could pull himself up to kiss his Alpha.

His lovely, handsome, big and strong Alpha who would take care of him; who would cool the burning fire beneath his skin and satisfy the empty longing deep in his bones. "I need..." he whined.

"I know what ye need princess."

Harry's fingers released Ben's wrist slowly, a warning to behave, before slipping around the back of Ben's neck to settle themselves along the nape.

Instantly a need feels met. Ben relaxes in his hold and leans against his chest, mewling softly as the cool touch spreads throughout his upper body and ebbs at some of the urgency he'd been feeling. He becomes a tad more alert, able to discern who is touching him now. Harry's finger come up to play with the jewel hanging from his neck, like a reminder, and Ben can't find the words to thank him yet, only a breathy, "Hook..." he pants, feeling the heat lick up his thighs and make him shiver, "I need..."

He tugs lamely at the tattered shirt keeping him from Harry's naked chest. It's his way of asking Harry out of his clothes, but when Harry pulls back only mere inches to remove it, Ben feels the loss immediately and his brain throws him into an urgent frenzy, commanding that he seek and cling to his Alpha so he doesn't leave.

The desperation in which he 'helps' Harry take off his clothes rips the shirt in two and nearly snags a hole in Harry's well fitted pants.

He growls and forces Ben down against the mattress, wrists pinned above his head by one strong hand and Harry's warning look hovering inches above his face. He bucks up before he can help himself, moaning when he's finally given a little bit of the friction he's been begging for for hours. He can't even register that his Alpha is upset by what happened to his clothes, he'd tear Hook's boxers off too if it meant he'd be naked against him faster.

Ben is then made startlingly aware that he himself is still wearing slacks, and underwear beneath that. "Alpha-!" he begins to beg, canting his hips up to try and work them off.

"Ben." Hook bites out, forcing his hips down against Ben's writhing ones in attempt just to keep the guy still. "I need ya to calm down for me love. I now it's hard-"

"Can't!" Ben chokes out, close to tears with just how close he is to his Alpha, but he's still unable to feel his skin against him, "Need-"

"I know what ya need." he snarls, "But yer gonna have to be good and patient for me so we can give it to ya, alright?"

Ben whines and shuts his eyes tight, but nods his head shortly after, wanting desperately to please and be good for his Alpha.

"Good boy." Harry praises, and Ben actually squeaks beneath him.

He grins devilishly, carding away that information for later as he reaches over to set his hook down on the nightstand. Someday he'd love to run that hook along Ben's creamy, perfect skin, but now isn't the best time to play around with it in bed. Ben's too wound up to be safe about it, and he'd really rather keep him in one piece-

But if Ben keeps wiggling against him like that, he might end up splitting the boy in two before he can stop himself.

"M' gonna move my hand," Harry says, looking down at Ben with a lifted eyebrow, "keep yer hands right where they are."

Ben nods again, biting down harshly on his lip to keep himself from any further begging.

Hook hums with approval, and carefully takes his hand away. He smiles with appreciation when Ben stays obediently still, hands curled into fists above his head as Hook sets to work shimmying his pants off. He tugs Ben's underwear down in the same pull, and Ben would be ashamed to be so naked underneath Hook if he wasn't so far gone already. The need he felt to be naked against his Alpha far outweighed the embarrassment of having his erection spring up in front of a very interested pirate.

Harry can see the strain in his shoulders as Ben fights to keep his word and leave his hands where they are.

He snorts once as he slips his own garments off, now as naked as Ben, and jibes teasingly, "Next time I'll tie yer hands in place."

Ben groans, breathy, and watches keenly as Hook crawls his way back up Ben's shaking body. He's overwhelmed with desire, longing, and the need to be filled as hungry eyes rake over him. A new rush of slick comes seeping out of him before he can blink, and he chokes off the whine that tumbles its way out of his throat in accompaniment.

Harry can smell it the moment it happens, inhaling deeply through his nose and noting the change with the wide blow of his pupils. He brings a hand to Ben's chest, groping around his peck and over a studded nipple for a measly moment, just to watch him squirm, before letting his touch slowly trail downwards. His fingers tease over Ben's strained erection, enjoying the way Ben tenses and whimpers, arms twitching like he wants so desperately to move them.

Hook decides he's earned a reward when he doesn't, and finally slips his hand lower, to where Ben needs it, "Good boy..." he rumbles, low and near gravely in its baritone.

Ben arches against him, pressing them chest to chest as Harry lets a finger dance around his hole. He doesn't tease long, knowing Ben is already dangling over the edge of too desperate, and pushes inside. As quick as the first time, Ben opens up for him. One finger turns into two, and Hook only reaches some resistance by the third. But even that isn't much. He's already so ready for Harry-for his Alpha-that the process of stretching is almost unnecessary.

But Hook takes the time to do it anyway, sure that Ben's (decidedly less sore) body will thank him for it later.

When he's waited too long and Ben is gasping, arching and begging Hook to 'just hurry up and take him already', Ben moves his arms. His hands tangle in Harry's short, choppy locks, before tugging him down for a kiss. Harry would scold him for disobeying if he didn't enjoy the taste of Ben's lips so much. The sweet, heavy taste of privilege and the little bit of minty toothpaste Hook can still taste from when Ben had brushed his teeth that morning.

Their lips slot together perfectly, and Hook almost falters in the rhythm of his fingers when Ben moans into his mouth. He can feel the vibration of it in his own mouth, echoing back an equally pleased groan before he can think any better of it.

Ben breaks their kiss apart and gasps, "Harry- Alpha- Alpha, please! Please, now- I need-"

Harry kisses him silent and withdrawals his fingers, mouth already in place to swallow up the disappointed whimper Ben lets out when they go. Harry tries his best to focus on Ben, on the sensations he must be feeling and the needs he's got to meet for Ben's sake when his head makes contact with Ben's hole- But it's difficult to push away his own overflowing desires...

It's warm. The heat radiates from it like the smell of fresh bread oozes out from a bakery, drawing you in with promises of what's just inside and waiting for you. He's wet with slick, Ben's naturally enticing lubricant, that covers Harry's cock as he starts to slowly press inside.

It's a hard task to keep his mind away from himself at that point. If this were simply for his own pleasure he'd have already rammed himself inside that welcoming heat, taken what he wanted at a fast and brutal pace, completely unaware of anything else... but he's reminded by every small twitch and little whine that this is Ben's first time. Ever. He's never been touched here (apart from when Harry had fingered him in the brig). He growls low in his throat, flipping from the pleasure he feels at being Ben's first to imagining what could have happened if he'd let Ben alone on the ship. He wondered if someone else would have jumped on the opportunity to claim this beautiful little Omega writhing beneath him, begging Harry for anything and everything.

"C'mon..." Ben tries, angling his hips down ever so slightly and trying to encourage Harry further inside, "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon-"

"Easy." Harry orders, leaning forward to nip at Ben's jaw and distract him from how slow he has to be-to distract them both from it really.

He's made it just over halfway inside when he feels legs twine around his waist, locking ankles behind him and pulling Hook in with a force he wasn't aware Ben possessed and slamming him home in one, eagerly forced thrust. They gasp collectively and Harry growls at him with disapproval. Ben either doesn't hear it or doesn't care, because he's quick to moan, toss his head back and wiggle his hips around and really test out the feeling of Harry buried deep inside of him before trying to goad Harry into moving again.

"More..."

Harry groans, "Yer gonna be the death of me, I swear-"

Before he can finish Ben has scooted up the bed, letting Hook slip out of him a few measly inches before using the strength of his legs to pull Harry close again with another manipulated thrust.

"Stop that." Harry barks, and cages Ben in place with his arms before sucking a harsh hickey into his collar in retaliation.

"Ugh" Ben grunts, clearly displeased with slow Harry is trying to be, "Just- just do it."

"You'll hurt later-"

"I don't care!"

So Harry caves.

If Ben wants to see what's in store for him he damn well will. Harry's a smidge above average in size, and he's had lovers praise his abilities (on multiple occasions). He draws his hips back and shoves forward with as hard a thrust as he can manage, hoping the force will knock Ben off balance and back into his senses.

He's both unnerved and entirely enthralled when Ben throws his head back and his eyes roll.

"Again, please." he purrs, rolling his hips around in a way that feels far too experienced for a newly deflowered virgin.

Hook groans, and decides to just give him what he wants. The smell coming off of his Omega is sickeningly tempting, and he's about to lose his grip anyway. If Ben's going to complain about being sore in the morning, then Harry will happily remind him that he'd begged, schemed and wrapped his pretty, long legs around Harry's waist and nearly forced him to fuck Ben hard and fast.

He punches out the first few thrusts, giving Ben a taste for the brutal pace that he plans to set before driving in an out with a succession of snaps back and forth. He's easily lost to the rhythm when Ben begins to wail, tossing his head this way and that as he encourages more, loving the rough way that Harry pounds into him and voicing his appreciation again and again.

Harry thinks he might be in love.

When Harry's knot starts to swell, snagging on Ben's rim with every thrust, Harry forces himself to work with only what's above that. He keeps his knot out intentionally, and is prepared for the fight he knows will come from an Omega experiencing the desperation of a heat. He's prepared to tell Ben no, that he can't knot him in good conscience while Ben isn't in his right mind and would agree to anything under the stars as long as it meant that Harry would keep fucking him. He's prepared for Ben's sneaky leg trick too. He's learned his lesson, jerking them out from around his waist and holding them up so that Ben's knees are almost level with his head.

And when Ben groans, wraps his arms around Harry's neck and keens, he's prepared for it.

What he isn't prepared for are Ben's beautiful doe eyes. They stare up at him, wide and wet as Ben struggles to beg between the rough thrusts forcing all the air out of him. He's not prepared to feel like he's taken away Ben's favorite toy, like Ben will break if he can't get Harry's knot inside of him.

"Alpha-"

"Don't..." Harry chides, not unkindly, but firm, "I'll give in... if you-"

"Alpha !" Ben repeats, this time with more conviction as Harry plunges deep into him, rubbing against him in all the right ways and satisfying every need-

Well, almost every need.

"Knot! Please, Alpha, knot!"

Harry grunts frustratedly, grits his teeth and shakes his head, "No."

When Ben continues to beg and Harry continues to deny him, Ben growls. It's not intimidating in any way, but it's a clear sign of his frustration and upset with his Alpha. He bites his lip though, and instead of verbally voicing his displeasure he tosses his head to the side, stretching his neck out in a long, welcoming line just waiting for Harry's bite.

Harry nearly cums when he sees it, Ben's display of total submission to him, offering up his neck for a mating bite even after Harry's denied him his knot over and over again.

He shakes his head again, about to tell Ben that he can't when he's caught by surprise.

Ben throws his arms up above his head and uses the headboard as leverage to thrust himself down, forcing Harry's knot inside of him. Harry gasps, overtaken with surprise and the shock that comes with fully seating his knot inside of such a tight, wet heat. It's too big to pull out now, and Harry doesn't have the willpower to try even if he could. Instead he watches Ben climax, the feel of Harry's knot finally caught inside of him apparently enough to send him tumbling over the edge.

Harry can't stop himself from cumming shortly after, spurred on by the sight.

He huffs, dips his head into the crevice of Ben's neck and growls. "Ya sneaky little minx." he snaps, but there's no real animosity behind it. It's more fond than anything else.

Ben grins, high from his orgasm, and runs his fingers through Hook's hair, "Bite me Alpha..." he says, like its something so simple.

And it almost is. Harry's relaxed enough after his own orgasm, blood thrumming with the knowledge that he's knotted this perfect, pretty little Omega who's now asking Harry to bond with him. His teeth are already ghosting over Ben's neck as it is. He can feel the creamy skin beneath his mouth as his teeth skid along it's length. It would be so easy really, just one quick bite down and this beautiful, sneaky little Omega would be all his.

Just one bite and-

"No." Harry forces out, trying to shake himself out of it.

Ben frowns, brows scrunching up as he insists, "Mate."

"I can't do that." he responds, wondering fleetingly if it's even worth trying to explain right now, "Yer out of yer mind with heat. Ya wouldn't want me as a mate if ye weren't."

"Bonded." Ben states with persistence.

He looks so sincere as he says it too, eyes filled with confusion as he looks up at Harry, like this is an obvious fact and Harry's the one being unreasonable. Harry understands what he means, knowing that Ben had called for him specifically when his heat hit, his body recognizing on some level that he wanted Harry as his Alpha. Harry would almost take it into account, if Ben's limitation to one word communication wasn't a clear sign of a heat-addled brain.

"No." Hook says again, and the continuation of his sentence is cut short when Ben's distressed squirming shifts his knot against the soft flesh of his walls, "Yer brain- gnh- it's tellin' ya that because I saved ye. Dangerous situations..." he wants to cry when Ben repeats the movement intentionally, "can make you think that way."

Ben makes a frustrated noise and lifts his palms to Harry's cheeks, forcing him to look into Ben's eyes as he says, with a look of absolute clarity, "Please, Alpha."

It takes all of Hook's willpower and then some to look away, wrench his face out of Ben's hands and hold his wrists down as he shakes his head. Ben fights it for a moment, whining and demanding that Harry bite him, that they become mates, and the longer he pleads the surer Hook is that Ben's too far gone on heat pheromones to know what he's saying. He's sure that the shy little prince who'd gawked when Harry'd said the word "cock" aboard ship would feel some kind of shame by this point, begging to be mated and bit, filled again and again and 'pumped full of pups'.

Those words remind him with a sense of panic that he's still lodged inside of Ben, his cum no doubt trying to get Ben pregnant even as they talked.

With some effort, he maneuvered Ben around, lifting one leg up and over until he could lie comfortably on his side with Ben's back pressed against his chest. He slipped an arm around Ben's chest deftly, working hard to distract him from his mission to get a mating bite and entice him into another orgasm. He nibbled gently along the expanse of Ben's neck, one hand toying with a nipple while the other worked to coax Ben back into hardness.

"That's right." He cooed, rubbing his cheek against Ben's as he gasped, "Now love, I need ya to concentrate real hard for me. I know ye can... and tell me how ta contact that Fairy Godmother."