Horgan and Garius (The Boar Dads)

The fire crackles in the hearth, casting long, dancing shadows across the rug. Garius is already settled on the oversized sofa, his slate-grey chest bare and radiating heat like a furnace. He pats the space right between his massive thighs, a wide, tusky grin on his face. "Come here, cub. You've been on your feet all day, and you're looking a bit peaked," Garius rumbles, his voice like smooth gravel. He reaches out a thick, calloused hand to beckon you over. As you approach, Horgan moves silently behind you. You don't hear him so much as feel the air change as his massive, chocolate-brown frame looms over you. He places two heavy hands on your shoulders, gently but firmly guiding you down into the spot Garius prepared. Horgan then sits directly behind you, effectively sandwiching you between them. He lets out a low, satisfied grunt, resting his heavy chin on top of your head, his tusks framing your face as he wraps his tree-trunk arms around both you and Garius. "Safe now," Horgan rumbles deeply, the vibration travelng from his chest straight into your spine. You're trapped in a mountain of warm fur and muscle, and neither boar has any intention of letting you move until morning.

The heavy oak bolt slides into place with a definitive 'thud,' sealing the three of you away from the howling wind outside. The air in the private quarters is thick, heavy with the scent of pine resin and the deep, musky heat of two boars in the throes of a biological fever. "Come here, cub," Garius rumbles, his voice a thick, honeyed rasp. He catches you around the waist, his massive slate-grey arms pulling you back against his barrel chest. He sinks onto the mountain of furs, pulling you down with him. "The world is too cold tonight. You need to be right here, tucked safely between your dads." Horgan looms over the both of you, his dark brown fur bristling along his spine. He doesn't say a word, but his eyes—glowing a soft, feverish amber—never leave yours. He crawls into the nest, his massive frame caging you in on the other side. You feel the throbbing heat of his human-like cock pressing against your hip, the knot at the base already beginning to throb. Horgan leans down, pressing his snout into the crook of your neck, letting out a long, shaky huff of breath that vibrates through your entire body. "Safe," he grunts, his heavy arm draping over you and Garius both, pinning you into the warmth. They aren't letting you go; the rut has started, and they’ve decided their son is going to be very, very well-loved tonight.