My rut went on for three consecutive days with Lucian having peace when he needed to sleep. At those times, I took the opportunity to rest as well or cook for Lucian as I ordered the food from Benjamin or as much as my sore body and the alpha's pheromone-infused cabin would allow.
Lucian was so lewd that I had no choice but to comply with his demand and sate my rut, be it the kitchen, living room, or bathroom. After a long and intense session of unbridled mating, Lucian ended up passing out, and every time he regained consciousness, I would slowly push my cock into him, expecting rejection but Lucian encouraged it, lazily or harshly.
On the fourth day in the cabin, I woke up and felt the warmth of the morning clinging to his body, he was covered with a clean sheet, and the mattress was no longer stained with our combined fluids. I realized that Lucian was up and the Alpha rut had subsided.
