The combination of Nathan's teeth in his skin and his milk rushing into his womb was enough to make Logan come again, squirting between them and sending the flood of life-giving seed further up into his belly. He was stuffed with it, filled to the brim and it had Logan shaking, his hips jerking and twitching as he was pounded even through the sensitivity of Nathan's orgasm mixed with his own.

"Nathan," he whimpered, tears starting to dot the corners of his eyes as he was pounded; it took a hell of a lot to make him cry, but his heats had never felt this good before. He was being completed both physically and spiritually, made whole like he was always meant to, and it had him clinging onto Nathan's body as he was fucked and fucked and fucked, desperate for more than just making the heat go away.

"I'm-- so-- close--"

Logan's leg tightened around his mate's hip, his cunt clenching around him as rhythmically as he could manage. He moaned, one trembling hand moving down, and once more his fingers grazed Nathan's balls as they smacked against his skin, before rolling and squeezing them entirely to coax every drop of come out of his lover. "Come on," he groaned, shameless as his own hips smacked forward fast and hard. "Make me, Nathan, make me pregnant."