Aether’s Whxre

In case anyone ever asked, you’d definitely be able to tell them that blood was indeed a sticky substance. The liquid was dripping down your nude body, staining the skin in its wake. Deft hands move across your sternum spreading the warm wetness as if he were painting and you - his canvas. You pulled back from him, your bloody hands entangling into his already messy hair.

When he lured you into the basement, this had been the last thing you were expecting. He had calmly beckoned you over, a sleek silver knife laying heavy in his palm. Making some poor excuse of needing a willing partner for a ritual, he pulled you over to stand in the middle of a pre-drawn circle. Being one of absolute consent (when he was in his right mind), he ran the status of the ritual by you and made you verbally agree several times. Then he made you strip before his very eyes.

But now, as his hips rutted upwards, he fucked you as if you were simply a toy. The animalistic pace in which he set nearly had you knocked off balance as you rode him. You could catch glimpses of his cut palm, blood still pouring profusely from the wound. Gliding his uninjured hand upwards, he slid it against the skin of your upper chest, moving upwards to grasp at your throat. Nimble fingers encased your neck, applying a small amount of pressure.

“Just like that, baby. You ride my cock so well,” he spoke into the open space between you. You gasped as his sliced hand proceeded to smear more of the warm, metallic liquid over the span of your chest, the thin layer vibrant against your skin. His eyes bore into yours, the blue irises dark with need. Dew’s eyebrows knit together as you squeezed around him, a growl slipping through his bared teeth.

As he tightened the grip he had on your throat, his bloodied hand dropped to grip at the left side of your hip, now shoving you down onto his length. You cried out, yanking the ghouls head back by his hair. His blood now dripped down the sides of your left leg. You could barely make out the way his tail flicked in a quick repetitive motion each time you managed to clamp around his cock.

The flames of the candles around you were almost burned down as Dew wrestled you onto your back, his teeth latching onto the skin of your chest. In a lust filled haze, he managed to break the skin with his sharp teeth, rumbling low once the sweet taste of your blood melded onto his tongue. His hips slammed into yours as the sound of him thrusting into you with reckless abandon echoed throughout the cold basement. You tossed your head to the side, eyes closed, unable to keep them open as white hot pleasure mixed with the pain as it coursed through your veins.

The sound of your cries of ecstasy bounced off of the stone walls as you thrashed about. You could feel the dried blood on your skin crack as you twisted about. You flailed around beneath your ghoul, the mix of pleasure and pain almost becoming too much for you. You could feel him lapping at the skin of your chest, pulling away only to rest his weight completely on his left arm. He brought his still bleeding right hand to the area, spreading the mix of your blood and his across the span of your chest. ”So fucking perfect for me.”

You keened at his words, reaching a hand to gather some of the blood that still leaked from the wound on your chest. You felt a visceral need to mark the ghoul as you smeared the red liquid across his chest. He grabbed your wrist, halting your movements. Dew brought the bloodied hand to his lips and wrapped his forked tongue around a singular digit, bringing it into his mouth. You whimpered at the sight as his eyes rolled back into his skull, his hips stuttering slightly.

When you lean up to try and get closer to the ghoul, he is quick to stop you, his blood coated hand holding you down at the base of your throat. “Don’t. I want to look at you covered in my blood.” It was a simple command but you obeyed, small whines leaving you as your need to objectify his orders grew stronger. But you knew better. You knew what Dew was capable of. You’ve seen his worst.

“Please i’m so close Dew, please,” you breathily spoke, your body moving in time with his thrusts. You could tell that he was close as well, the drive of his hips faltering with each minute that passed. Your sweating worsened and you knew it was caused by the ghoul above you. The immense heat that radiated off of him grew hotter by the second. He gave one particularly hard thrust, “Beg for it. Beg for my knot.”

“Fucking hell, Dew, ple-e-ease, please knot me,” you pleaded, tears springing to your eyes.

He grabbed your right leg and threw it over his shoulder, opening you more to him. His hand had managed to now slowly bleed as the wound tried to close, leaving a small line surrounded by copious amounts of both new and dried blood. His clawed hands dug into the upper sides of your neck, pricking the soft skin in their wake. “You’re going to take everything I give to you, aren’t you Doll?”

You quickly nodded your head, whimpering out a chant of ‘please please please’ as his thrusts became quicker and deeper. With each push of his hips, you could feel the base of his cock swell with his knot. Dew managed to surprise a lot of his partners with how big he could get. Most people looked at him and scoffed, turning their attention to one of the bigger ghouls. But those who agreed to lay with the ghoul always managed to get the surprise of their life when they tried to take his knot.

With each deep thrust, you could feel his knot slowly sink into you until, with a single jolt of his hips, he managed to push it inside you. He released a guttural snarl into the hot air of the space around you. The pressure was almost too much for you, quickly sending you over the edge as you felt a warmth fill you up internally. You felt his hand leave your neck to smear the remainder of the blood across your cheeks, pushing your face to the side and into the cool stone floor.

You came with a cry of the ghouls name, the jumbled mess of syllables rocky as his hand prohibited much talking. With your neck on full display, the ghoul couldn’t help himself as he leaned forward and fully bit into the sweaty flesh. Back arching off the ground, you felt another orgasm wash over you, almost taking you into the black abyss. You could feel your blood leaking from your neck as he growled at the taste of your blood on his tongue yet again. White hot pleasure coursed through your veins rampantly as you took every ounce of pleasure and pain he gave you.

Your body eventually grew limp, rag dolling back onto the floor beneath you. Dew stayed in his position, his tongue running over the mark he had left on your neck. “You taste…so sweet…for me. All…for me,” he spoke in between the laps of his tongue over the mark. You had heard rumors about how possessive the ghoul was with each of his partners but now you managed to finally understand.

He finally collapsed onto you, his body weight nearly crushing you. But you couldn’t bring yourself to coherently care. It took several minutes for him to pull himself from your neck, his hand now coming up to smear the remainder around carefully. The two of you were breathing heavily as you came down from your highs. And if anyone were to come in at this very moment, you were sure they would have thought this a murder scene.

You knew you were covered in copious amounts of the ghouls blood, spanning from your face all the way down to your thighs. And you knew he looked about the same. As your breathing slowly evened out, you decided to ask a question that had been heavy on your mind. “Dew, what was the ritual for?”

He paused his ministrations to pull back from you, leaning his weight onto his left arm once again. He stared down at you as you ran your fingers up and down his right side.You cocked your head to the side and looked up into his now clearer blue eyes. He assessed your body, his right hand trailing down the middle of your chest in even strokes. “There was no ritual,” he honestly spoke. “I just wanted to see you covered in my blood.”

You laughed loudly, reaching up to shove at his shoulder, jostling him slightly. “You could have just said that you know.” He smirked down at you. “Now that would have ruined the fun, yes?” His tail reached around him to wrap around your wrist, bringing your other bloodied hand to his lips. As he drew a finger into his mouth yet again, his eyes twinkled with mischief. “There is a ritual I can think of that I wouldn’t mind completing with you.”

You watched in awe as he spoke, your arousal rearing its head once again. “And what ritual would that be, fire ghoul?” His eyes burned once more with lust as he leaned down to whisper into your ear. “A ritual to give me something that I want.” Dropping your now cleaned hand to your side, you pressed further for an answer. “And what is it that you want?” His breath was hot on your neck as he mumbled the last thing you’d think the ghoul would say.

Dew - I chose tits for Dew simply because he is one that likes to bite. Now there’s nothing wrong with taking bites out of some cake but there’s just something about the way your chest looks covered in his bites that gets him going. He could spend hours at your tits - biting, sucking - the whole ordeal. More often than not, you’d most likely have to push his head away simply because he has bitten them raw and it hurts to have him anywhere close to them. And it’s no secret he’s the feral playboy of the group so he does not care about the size of them. He’s seen every range of tits and the appreciates covering them all in his bites.

Aether - I chose ass for aether because of his favorite position of taking you from behind. There’s just something so magnetic about the way your ass bounces each time his hips collide with it. He likes to grab fistfuls when you’re sitting in his lap, running your tongue down the side of his neck. It’s also what he grabs when you ride him. Grabbing ahold of you and pulling you to and from as you bounced on his cock in the den living room, not caring who sees or hears. Plus several of us in the discord headcanon him to have a major daddy kink so with that comes punishments if you disobey him. And boy does he enjoy making that ass turn red.

Rain - Now I have changed my answer for rain from tits to ass because of a headcanons I have come up with. Rain is extremely shy when the two of you start fooling around. Shy enough to the point where he does not want you looking directly at him when he finally cums after hours of rigorous love making. So he prefers for you to ride him but reverse. He gets the beautiful sight of the swell of your ass as you grind down on him and he gets to cum without feeling like your eyes are mapping out every inch of his face. Plus he might throw a good hit in there every now and then! Once he gets more comfortable, he’d allow you to see more of his face but until then, he shall worship thine ass.

Swiss - Swiss is an enigma to me. He’s definitely one of the ones who when you ask tits or ass he goes “personality”. So please do not make this man choose, he’d rather die. Plus he gets the best of both worlds. He wants to see your tits bounce as he forces you down onto his cock? Check. He wants to make that ass bounce when pulling your hair as he’s hitting it from behind? Check. He just appreciates all aspects of women whether or not they have one or the other. He also does not care about size. Big tits or small tits? He doesn’t care. Big ass or small ass? All booties need loving. He’s the secret whore of the group so he’s seen a lot of bodies and has loved every one of them.

Looking into the mirror, the only thing that seemed to reflect back at you were all of what you deemed your imperfections. Something did not look right one way or a part of you stood out more than anything else. It had taken you a while for your confidence to build up, and being with your ghoul had helped boost it tremendously, but there were still days where you caught yourself looking a little longer in the mirror. The cause of this particular break in confidence happened at breakfast this morning - another sibling of sin had made one small comment that most would have brushed off as a joke. But for some reason, the comment had gotten under your skin.

“Mountain definitely has a new type it seems like,” the sister had said. And it had stuck with you throughout the day.

You thought back to all of the partners Mountain had before you. They were all the complete opposite of you, save for a few. While he was a lot more monogamous than the rest of the ghouls, he did have a small number of siblings he interacted with. Mainly because not a lot of people could handle his size. It even took a lot of coaxing and several build up sessions over the course of days for you to be able to take him. And yet he had chosen you to give himself to completely. Once the two of you became official, he dropped every other sibling and remained completely focused on you. But the more you thought back, the more you looked at yourself in disdain. Why had he chosen you out of all the other siblings? You weren’t like the rest, all of them contrasting you in every way.

You turned from side to side in the mirror, your eyes fleeting over every single flaw you thought you had. From one thing to the other, it brought upon a wave of hesitant unconfidence over you that almost brought tears to your eyes. Why couldn’t you look or act like the rest of his previous lovers?

As you pinched and pulled at the areas you called ugly, you caught sight of movement in the background of the mirror causing you to jump slightly. You whipped your body around, placing a hand over your heart as you caught sight of your ghoul. You were quick to bring your hand to your face as you wiped away the tears that had formed with your head to the side. “Mountain! What the hell! You nearly scared me to death,” you laughed uncertainly. Instead of his normally witty reply, your exclamation was met with silence. The tall ghoul stood before you, mask adorned, tilting his head to the side, tail swishing back and forth behind him. You could tell he was thinking and you were sure that if you listened close enough, you could probably hear the gears turning in his mind. Your emotions grew uneasy the longer the silence continued. As you dropped your hand back to your side, you decided to call out to him again. “Mountain? Baby?”

“You were doing it again,” came his only reply, his voice deep and full of an emotion you could not quite place a finger on. Your heart rate skyrocketed in a single second as you cautiously took a step towards him. “What? What do you mean, baby?” He, in turn, took a few steps towards you, his bare feet hitting the wooden floor echoing intimidatingly throughout the room. “I saw you, in the mirror. You were doing it again.” Your steps faltered as you realized you had been caught. Shoulders slumping slightly, you turned to look away from him, listening to the loud sounds of his steps as he still approached you.

“I was just looking this time, nothing else,” your tone had an edge to it, Mountain caught. That along with the erratic beating of your heart had given it away plain as day that you were trying to deceive him. “You’re lying. I can hear the way your heart flutters. It only does that pattern when you’re lying.” You jumped slightly when you felt his hands wrap around the tops of your shoulders, quickly turning to look at him. He stood before you and you could finally see the emotion behind his eyes. It was a saddened look, one of raw disappointment. He had spent so many nights trying to get you to see yourself in a light like he does but seemingly to not avail. “Why,” he asked, pulling you into his arms.

You began to shake, tears returning to your eyes almost as quickly as they had left. His arms wrapped around your shoulders as he bent at an angle slightly to pull your face into the crook of his neck and shoulder. He knew his scent brought you peace, smelling like the warm grass on a spring day with a hint of eucalyptus. You smothered your face into the warmth of his neck, working on keeping your breathing calm.

You felt his hands run down your spine, over your backside and behind your knees as he lifted you into the air, his grip on you tightening. You wrapped your arms around his neck firmly as he moved the two of you across the room. He chose the earthy green hammock that lay draped in the corner of your room, knowing the swaying sensation would also work to calm you down. As he lowered himself into the hammock, he maneuvered your body to lay across his lap, your legs dangling off of his right side. Once he settled enough, you could feel him press you into him, his fingers undoing your headpiece and tossing it to the side out of the way.

You heard the snaps of him unbuckling his mask, pulling it off and running his fingers through his hair as he tossed the heavy object to the side to join your headpiece. You could hear it land with a heavy ‘thunk’ against the wooden floor.

His fingers returned to now work themselves into your hair, the long appendages working through your the strands deftly as he shushed your borderline sobs. His tail came to wrap around your lower right leg, the sensation comforting. “You can tell me anything you know. I’m not going to fault you for whatever is going on inside your head.” He pulled your face out of his neck as his soft, warm lips kissed every inch of your reddened face softly. He took his time with each kiss, slowly drawing out each one before he moved on to the next spot. You noticed he had begun to push his heels into the floor to get the hammock to start moving, the motion relaxing you more.

“A sister made a dumb comment today that made me realize i’m not at all what you normally went for.” He hummed lowly in the back of his throat in acknowledgement at what you had said. He realized that might have been an issue for your struggling self confidence at the beginning, but when you showed no signs of caring, he tossed the implication to the side. Now he realized that maybe he should have had the conversation with you if only to ease your mind. “What exactly did she say, Amica Mea?”

“She said,'' you began, your hands falling to your lap as you lay sideways against him, “that you must have a new type now meaning i’m not like your normal conquests.” He nodded in understanding, pushing the hair out of your face as he looked down at you. Deep green eyes roamed over your face, taking in everything he loved about you as he listened to you explain yourself. When you finished, he did not immediately answer, the statement making him think.

“I never had a type,” he finally spoke after a few moments of silence. “The siblings I lay with in the past were ones that approached me. They wanted one thing from me and I wanted one thing in return from them. That was it.” He pressed the side of his face against yours as he breathed in your natural scent, the subtle scent of your shampoo easing him into a confession. “You were the first sibling I chose to approach. You were so magnetic that I found myself drawn to you much like a moth is drawn to an open flame. You were like a bright light I could not tear my eyes from.”

He continued to rock the two of you in his arms as you realized that not only you but the whole congregation had the wrong idea of Mountain. You laughed softly at yourself, realizing you had worried over nothing at all. “When you asked me if I saw a future with you, it took everything in me to not tell you about how many nights I lay awake picturing that very thing. You’ve been the only one all along. And you never even saw it.”

Tears welled in your eyes again as you turned your head upwards to look at your ghoul. You placed your left hand on his cheek as you leaned up to kiss him gently. “Thank you,” you murmured against his lips. You kissed him again and he wrapped his arms around your lower back and pressed you against him as he kissed you back softly. You were everything to him and he vowed to make you see exactly what he saw in you. He pulled back from the kiss, bumping his forehead against yours lovingly. “Now do you see what I see in you?”

You pondered for a moment, glancing over at the mirror across the room, the light from the window casting a gleam across the reflective surface. “I know how you see me. I try to see myself in the same light as you but even now, I have to admit that I do not. You are a strong, handsome ghoul and I’m just a small stupid human,” you said softly, not looking to see his face.

He was silent for a few moments, and you began to notice the air around you heating up slightly. His hand that rested on your lower back twitched lightly, and you casted your eyes to look up at him once more. You felt his tail unfurl from around your leg as he sat up straighter. The air in the room had changed, almost having an electric feel to it now.

“Stand up. Now.”

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion at his demand, the deep bass of his voice now having an authoritative undertone. “H-huh?” He decided not to wait a moment longer, his arm tightening around your waist as he planted his feet firmly against the ground and stood, taking you with him. You let out a small sound of surprise when Mountain dropped your feet to the ground and released you.

He circled around you, walking towards the bed to have a seat at the end, the mattress dipping significantly at the weight of the massive ghoul. He rested his arms on his legs as he ran his hands together in thought. His eyes casted over you where you stood, his piercing gaze rooting you to the floor. “How long,” he spoke, his voice leaving no room for foolishness. You tilted your head in confusion at the way his personality had quickly shifted into something more dominant. “I’m sorry?” you asked.

“How long did you stare into that mirror today before I came in?” You balled your hands nervously together at the question, hurriedly shooting out an answer. “I don’t know. About ten minutes?” He nodded his head, looking straight forward again. “Come here, Love.” He held out a hand, still not glancing towards you. At first you were slightly scared to approach him but you knew at the bottom of your heart that your ghoul would never hurt you under any circumstance. Unsuredly, you took small steps across the room, reaching your hand out to softly place it into his much larger one. With only a small amount of his pure unbridled strength, he pulled on your hand, guiding you as you fell. You realized once your lower chest and stomach connected with his legs exactly where this situation was going.

You wiggled slightly and Mountain’s hand came down gently on your back to steady you. “Ten minutes, right? I think that’s worth ten hits, yes?” You nodded shyly, not trusting your voice in the slightest. But unfortunately for you, your ghoul did not buy it. “Use your words, Love. If you wish to not continue, I will respect it.”

Contemplating for a few seconds, you found that the idea of him being a dominant figure sent small waves of arousal through your body. He had shown signs of being more dominant but tonight was the first night he followed through with his impulsive thoughts, always scared about hurting you. “Punish me,” you whispered, turning your head to hide your flaming red face. “That’s my girl. Ten hits. And you will count each one. You will also repeat for me ‘I am perfect the way I am’. Understood?” You nodded your head slightly. “Understood, Sir.”

You heard him exhale, his hands making quick work of pulling your habit up and over the swell of your ass. Feeling his warm and rough hands pulling your underwear down just below your cheeks caused you to shift in excitement. His left hand returned to your lower back, giving an unspoken warning. When you stopped moving, the hand moved back to your ass, smoothing over the soft skin gently. “Remember, use your words and count.”

Before you could even get a sound out of acknowledgment, you felt the harsh crack of his calloused palms against your left ass cheek. The impact jolted you forward slightly, a loud gasp escaping your lips. You knew that was not his full power, having previously watched him in a few play brawls with other ghouls. After a few gasping breaths, you remembered the task at hand, causing you to quickly blurt out, “One! I am perfect t-the way I am.”

Mountain hummed in approval, his hand soothing over the reddened and raised skin. “Good girl.” And shortly after he spoke, another jarring hit came across your right cheek, jolting you forward yet again. This one had been a little harder and you knew he was testing to see if you were able to handle certain degrees of his strength.. “Two. I am perfect the way I am!”

Several more hits came back to back, and after the seventh one, he paused, his hand running over each globe of your ass. The sensation caused you to let out a soft moan, your skin incredibly sensitive to the touch. At the sound of your moan, the hand stopped its movement. “Do you - do you like it when I'm rough with you?” His voice sounded small - unsure. Before you, he had to channel all of his self control with his partners so as to not hurt them. Because of his size, both height and below the belt wise, he always had to hold back. Hearing the way you keened at his rough hand, the sound had thrown him in for a loop. You nodded your head from where you had it hanging against the side of his right leg. “Yes, Sir.”

The answer to your statement was another rough hit to your right cheek, causing you to cry out and dig your hands into the blanket covering your bed. His hand made an adventurous turn and maneuvered down to the slit in between your legs, feeling the collection of moisture that had pooled there. “Fuck…you really do enjoy this - you naughty Sister of Sin.” His latin accent curled around each syllable, a shiver running down your spine.

“Please Sir, please touch me,” you whispered, your hips shifting up to his touch. “Fucking hell, if you can complete the last two hit perfectly, I’ll spend eternity between your thighs.” The promise made you steel yourself, wanting it more than anything in the world. The last two hits came quickly, you sounding off just the way he wanted.

After the last hit, you placed both hands on his right thigh and shoved yourself up. You stood up and shoved the rest of your habit off as well as your underwear, preferring to be nude as your body had grown hot under his touch. Climbing back into his lap, your legs quickly maneuvered to place themselves on each side of his hips. As you slotted your way into his lap, your hands were quick to take hold of his maskless face, pressing your lips to his with a needy whimper. He moaned against your lips, his hands coming to your bare hips as he groped every inch of revealed skin. He kissed you back with vigor, his teeth knocking against yours as if he was desperately trying to consume you. You could feel the sharp points of his teeth as you equally invaded each others mouths.

Growling softly, he began rolling your hips against his, the material of his uniform rough against your lower regions. You released a choked moan at the feeling, your body beginning to move on its own against him, the two of you finding a rhythm.

After a few moments, Mountain grew antsy, needing to feel you all around him. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he hoisted you up, turning to shove you on your back, further up the bed. He dropped his massive body over yours, hands roaming all over your skin. He reconnected your lips to his, his clawed left hand coming up to take your right breast into his palm. Your back arched slightly off of the bed, his body prohibiting yours from moving much at all. His lips left yours as he left shakey kisses down the side of your cheek, his lips eventually making contact with your neck. Using his sharp canines, he worked several of his marks into the left side of your neck. The bruises blossomed before his eyes, the red angry marks driving his need for you.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his tongue and teeth now working blooming marks onto your shoulder and collarbones. “I am yours,” you moaned breathily, your hands coming up to slot themselves in his hair. His hand now plucked and rolled your hardened nipple between his thumb and middle finger as he sucked away at the flesh of your shoulder. The sensation almost had your brain in overdrive.

He kissed down even lower as his lips now circled around your other breast, working the purple marks into the soft flesh there as well. “Fuck, please, Mountain.” He hummed against your skin, loving the way your flesh tasted in his mouth. He had always been addicted to your scent and taste, the other ghouls joking with him that you had been born to be his mate. And Mountain had let himself believe them slowly, each time the two of you were intimate only solidifying the idea in his brain. Now as you lay writhing beneath him in pleasure, he was absolutely sure you were his.

He began rolling his hips against your leg, the pressure beginning to be too much for him to bear. He always put your pleasure first but something had awoken inside him today. He bit down harshly at the space above your left breast, his lips licking up the small amount of blood he had drawn. You keened under his touch, your head thrown back as you tugged and pulled at his hair in bliss. You were so desperate for more of his touch, to feel him between your legs. Mountain had always been blessed with his mouth and he learned very early on that if he did not give the proper amount of care beforehand, he'd usually end up hurting his partners. So he quickly learned how to use his mouth to relax them and put them in a blissed state and he planned on doing the same to you at this present moment in time.

After giving your breasts a bit more attention, he decided he craved your taste too much to deny himself any longer. He took his left hand and guided your right leg to break apart from your left and bent it at the knee. He lowered his body to the floor, on his knees before your bed. Jerking your leg slightly, he pulled you down to where he wanted you. Releasing a small squeak as he did so, you tried to close your legs, suddenly embarrassed at his proximity.

His strength did not allow you to do no such thing, his hand keeping your left leg bent. The smell that radiated from between your legs drew him in like an aphrodisiac. It was one he wanted to smell for the rest of his life, always managing to send him off of the deep end, notorious for spending hours between your legs several days out of the week. He quickly adjusted himself on his knees and bent forward, licking a long strip up your slit.

Your hips arched off of the bed and this time, without his body there to block you. You tossed your head to the side and let out a soft moan. Bringing your left arm up to pull one of your fingers between your teeth, you bit down lightly at the sensation. Your hips thrashed as you felt him take several more swipes of his tongue along your folds, his lips in turn wrapping around that small bundle of nerves at the pinnacle of your thighs. He circled his tongue around the small bud making sure to let the forked edge curl around it, causing you to release a shaky moan. He loved to switch up the sensations, going from your clit to your entrance, relishing in the way your hips ground against his face.

You did not know if you wanted to bring him closer or try and escape the white hot electric feeling that coursed through your lower body at his ministrations. After a few moments, you felt him shift, his hands coming up the backs of your thighs, pushing them upwards and opening yourself up to him more. You could feel his small moans against you, the vibrations only fueling the fire that raged inside you. “Mounty…please.” He did not make any sound to acknowledge you but you looked down in time to see that one of his hands now had a human tint to it as opposed to his normal ashen gray tone. You knew what he was about to do, always scared of hurting you with his claws. He preferred to finger you with a human glamour so as to not bring you any pain. He brought said hand down to your entrance, letting his fingers get coated in your slick.

Slowly he pushed one finger in, pumping it slowly inside you, his right arm coming up to throw itself across your hips to keep you in place. Crying out, you thrash your head from one side to the other. Feeling something velvety wrap around your upper thigh, you quickly glanced to see his tail holding your leg to the side, keeping you open for him. “You always taste so good to me, Amica Mea. Nothing on this earth could compare to you,” he moaned, his eyes closing as he wrapped his lips around your bud again. His lips accompanied by his finger had your mind in a surreal state of bliss. He picked up the speed of his finger, carefully adding a second one to the mix.

There was a slight burn to the stretch as you had not been intimate with him for a few days. Papa had summoned them at odd hours of the day to rehearse and it left no time for the two of you to relish in each other's bodies. But now, with rehearsals over and a few days to relax before the tour, you were certain tonight would be an all nighter with your ghoul.

An absolute feeling of ecstasy washed over you as you felt the combination working you to completion. His tongue drawing patterns on your clit had your mind reeling, your hands moving from your mouth to grip handfuls of the blanket beneath you, needing something to grab onto. When he felt you were ready, he added the third finger, starting off slow as he pumped them into you. His arm that held you down gripped at your hips, his claws making small indents in your skin. He ate you out like a man starved, his lips and tongue leaving no place untouched.

His fingers picked up the pace steadily, listening for any sound of your discomfort. When he heard none, he smiled to himself. You had always been the one who took him the best. He was almost certain you had a small edge for pain but until today he had not wanted to play into it for the fear it was all in his head. But now, as you cried out for him to go harder, he was almost certain he had picked the right one. Speeding up slightly, his fingers pumped in you, curling them as to hit that one spot within you that always made you cum the hardest. It hasn’t taken him long to find it the first time the two of you were intimate and he had you cumming around his fingers in minutes.

He could tell you were close, feeling your walls clench around his fingers in a pattern he was extremely familiar with. But instead of driving you to completion, he pulled away, pulling his fingers from within you. Crying out in disappointment, you tilted your head down as you watched him rise to his full height before you. You could make out the apparent bulge in his trousers, your body warming even more.

You observed as he cleaned his fingers with his forked tongue, his hand having returned to its natural state with ashen gray skin and claws. He moaned softly, pulling his hand from his lips to wipe the excess fluids on the leg of his pants. He looked around the room slowly, making a soft “ah” as his eyes landed in the one thing he needed. You called out to him as he walked away from the bed, sauntering towards the stand up mirror you had off to the far side of the room, the very mirror you had been regarding yourself in earlier.

He picked up the mirror with ease, bringing it over to the side of the bed, planting it there - facing towards you. “Mounty, what-“, you were cut off as he rounded the bed, standing at the edge before you once again. As he undid each clasp of his uniform, disposing of the top, he nodded towards the mirror to your right. “When I fuck you, I want you to look into that mirror and see how sinful you look. Maybe then it will get inside your thick, beautiful skull how pleasing to the eye you are.” His eyes held no room for you to disagree, turning to look at yourself sideways in the mirror. While normally you would be picking out the parts of you that you did not find attractive, in the heat of the moment, you had a glow about you.

You stared at yourself, not even hearing the sound of heavy pants hitting the floor at the door of your bed. Your attention only snapped to when you felt his large warm body encompass yours, his head knocking yours back against the bed. He pressed his lips to yours, a hand snaking down your body to the apex of your thighs once more. Gently he gathered your slick onto his clawed fingers and coated the head of his cock in it, sliding himself between your thighs slowly.

“You are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on and I'll be damned to hell again if I ever see you doubting yourself,” he whispered against your lips. “Now watch yourself as I take you.” He bumped your head with his lightly to the right as you once again laid eyes on yourself in the reflective glass. You felt him between your legs, pressing his length against your entrance, sliding himself between your folds to collect more of your essence. And with only a small moment of warning, he began to press into you.

Your hands flew up to grasp at his upper arms, your eyes almost rolling back in your skull. No matter how many times he has taken you, each one felt euphoric like the first time. You watched your face in the mirror as it scrunched up in pure unadulterated bliss. Your mouth had dropped as your legs squeezed around his massive form. “Fuck, Lover, your squeezing me so tight…try to relax for me a bit, yeah?”

You weakly nodded your head, rolling your hips slightly. You pressed your face against his left arm - accompanied by his right arm that caged you in - keeping your eyes trained on yourself in the mirror. You watched as he thrusted shallowly into you, going deeper with each push. Releasing small moans with each plunge of his hips, you felt yourself open more up to him and his impending size. “You’re doing so good for me, Baby, just a bit more.”

You wailed softly as you felt his hips finally connect with yours after minutes of him trying to edge his way into you. He was massive and you felt so incredibly full with him inside of you. You could focus on nothing else but the way he stretched you out. He turned his head to lock eyes with you in the mirror, his eyes holding many emotions all at once. He stilled for a few moments to allow you to adjust completely to the feeling.

He made sure you kept your eyes on the mirror as he turned and kissed his way across your face to the crook of your neck, once again leaving marks along the skin. He noticed when the grip on his biceps lessened dramatically and he gave an experimental roll of his hips, content in the way you lightly moaned. “Faster, Mounty, wanna feel yo-“. You were cut off as he reeled his hips back and slammed into you. Crying out, you threw your head back, your eyes rolling shut. You were sure that you were a mess between your legs, the slick sound echoing in the room as he pressed into you repeatedly.

“Look at yourself. Don’t make me stop,” he growled low in your ear, his breathing deep as he struggled to maintain control over his strength. When you did not immediately comply with his demand, he lowered his left arm, reaching up to gently grab at your hair, forcing your head to the side to look into the mirror again. At this point you barely recognized yourself, your face flushed red, your eyes filled with pleasured tears. Sparks of white hot electricity shooting down your spine with each slap of his hips against yours.

He angled his hips upwards, knowing the exact position needed to hit that spongy spot inside of you that made you see stars. It also helped that one of the primary veins along his length happened to brush against that spot as well, aiding in the climb to your high. Your entire body was jolting at this point, his harsh thrusts causing your body to scoot farther up the bed. Vision now blocked from seeing your face in the mirror, you were forced to focus on your body, watching as it moved in perfect rhythm with the ghoul above you. The aesthetic look of your leg pressed against the side of his hip and the way his body pressed into yours was almost like an image out of an erotic piece of art.

The imagery of your body being pleasured accompanied by the pure ecstasy that coursed through your veins, had you climbing towards the precipice of your high a lot faster than normal. But unfortunately you needed one more thing to push you over the edge. And Mountain knew exactly what that thing was. But he held off, wanting you to look at yourself for a little bit longer before giving into you. He in turn watched in the mirror as well, a sense of fondness rolling over him at the view.

The way you took him so nicely accompanied by the view of your body molding to his was a sight he wanted etched and burned into his memory forever. He wanted to see you cum like this as well, the primal urge to witness such a scene in the mirror. He pulled out slightly to drag your body back down the bed, and back into the view of the mirror. He was determined to make you watch as you came apart underneath him.

You felt something cool slide in between your bodies and keened at the feeling of his tail sliding between your folds. He propelled his hips back into yours as he began purposefully hitting that spot inside of you that would cause you to finally push over the edge. He slid his tail along your slit, rubbing the tip against your bundle of nerves, watching with enthusiasm as your pleasure began to rise towards its peak. “Watch yourself come apart on my cock, Baby,” he whispered against your ear, kissing your cheek gently.

And with one last thrust, your orgasm came crashing down around you, your face scrunching up in pure rapture at the feeling. You cried out, your voice hoarse, watching as tears leaked from your eyes in the mirror. The pleasure that coursed through your veins was unbridled and possibly the strongest you’ve ever had in your relationship with Mountain. You could feel yourself clench around him unconsciously as you came.

Letting out a choked sound, Mountain watched you in the mirror as he chased his own high, feeling his knot begin to form at the base of his cock. “Want me to fill you up,” he asked, his hips driving into yours. This would be his first time knotting you as well as in general. He never formed a knot with his other partners, knowing his body did not crave them as if he craved a mate. But with you, his body craved it like he craved the soil on his bare feet. He watched your tear streaked face nod in the reflection, your mouth moving to whisper a small ‘please’.

He snarled as he picked up the speed, now slamming into you at a rampant pace. You could feel the way he easily knocked against your cervix and you knew you’d have trouble walking tomorrow or performing mundane duties. But right now, you could feel another orgasm quickly approaching and you opened your lips to warn the ghouls above you. “I’m gonna cum agai-ah!” You were cut off as you felt his obscenely large knot begin to push into you, stretching you farther than you even knew possible. You leaned up, keeping your eyes focused on your figure in the mirror as you latched your teeth into the skin of his shoulder to silence your scream.

With one last shove, he managed to fit his entire knot into you, his head flung back, a gutteral snarl ripping itself from his throat. He pressed onto you, dropping his entire body weight down to almost smother you against him. You felt his release, the warmth filling you up as you came once more, a sob tearing from your lips. You could feel him still releasing into you, filling you to the brim enough that some undoubtedly leaked out onto the bed below you. “Satan be damned, holy shit,” he sounded out of breath, coming down from his high as he managed to still leak out of you.

As you came down from your second orgasm, you noticed how tired your body felt. You had never experienced being knotted before as well as two orgasms back to back. Draining was the simplest of terms to describe how you felt. You tore your gaze from the mirror, reaching your hands up to run along his horns and into his hair, pulling at the strands softly as you tried to catch your breath. It took several minutes before you felt like your heart was not about to leap through your chest and during that come down, you cooed softly to the ghoul that found his head back in the crook of your neck yet again, breathing in your scent. He was overjoyed to find that his scent had blended in with your own, a balance between the two.

“How long until it goes down,” you questioned softly, kissing along his shoulder. He shrugged, laughing lightly. “Maybe like twenty minutes? That’s what the other ghouls say. I-I wouldn’t know.” Your hands stopped their movements in his hair and moved to his cheeks to pull his head out from the safety of your neck. He shifted his body so you could get a better look at his face, causing the knot to tug lightly from where the two of you were connected. You gasped slightly, wiggling your hips at the sensation before calming down again.

“You’ve never knotted someone?” He shook his head slowly. “You’re the first,” he whispered, eyes scanning your face for any sign of disapproval. He panicked slightly when he noticed tears well up in your eyes. “Hey, hey, hey, why the tears, Amica Mea?” He pushed the hairs away from your reddened and tired face. “I’ve doubted your love for me this entire time and yet I’ve always had the proof right before my eyes.” He clicked his tongue and pulled you into his arms, wrapping them around you tightly as he held you to his chest. “That was what I was trying to show you with all of these things today. I love you more than life itself and you have no need to doubt yourself or my love for you.”

You nodded your head against his shoulder, silently vowing to never put yourself through such things again. As hot as it was to have him punish you for your negative thoughts, you were sure you could find other ways to rile up his dominant side. “I love you too, Mountain, forever and always.”

As you lay there tied emotionally and physically to your ghoul, you decided that this was right. Everything felt right. You were content and happy and you’d be damned if you let someone else’s words crawl under your skin. You had been shown the immense love that your ghoul had for both your physical body and your soul. And you now knew that nothing and no one in the world can change that.

Authors note: This was not a request unfortunately but we were talking in discord about how human form!dew would love to finger you because his claws don’t get in the way and something in me had to write it. I hope you enjoy!!

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For the seventh time in the past ten minutes, you felt Dew’s right hand try and snake its way past the lining of your skirt. Sighing, you slapped it away again only for the response of a growl to reach your ears. The couch shifted beside you, the smell of amber and musk clouding your senses as your ghoul shifted closer to you. “Let me touch you,” he snarled low, his hand returning to your upper thigh, gripping it tightly. “Dew, there are others around,” you hissed back at him, your eyes darting to the other ghouls in the room.

Currently all of the band sat backstage in the waiting room, the fans just now being let into the venue. You watched as they mingled about themselves, respectively in their human forms, some more interested in their partners and others drinking to set the mood. Swiss caught your eye over the head of one of his partners and gave you a small smile and offered a wave. As you waved back, you nudged Dew’s leg with your own. “See, people will notice, Dew.”

“And do you think I give a fuck? What about what we did in mass last time? I had you cumming on my cock by the end of the sermon.” Your face flushed as vivid images erupted in your mind. You reached over and landed a solid slap to his chest, a warning slap. “Of course I do, you horndog.” You stiffened as he leaned in even closer, his lips right by your ear. “And it got you so wet, angel face,” he spoke slowly, his glamoured blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

Your breath caught in your throat as his hand that had been gripping your thigh moved upwards, toying with the line of your short skirt once more. “Can you at least be a little more subtle Dew?” You quickly leaned over and grabbed the nearest jacket - which happened to be Aether’s - and threw it over your lap, concealing what was about to happen below. “That’s my girl,” he smirked, his hands quick to plunge underneath the fabric barrier of your skirt. You shifted slightly, leaning more against him as you spread your legs wider, your nerves quickly becoming flared with arousal.

“I like touching you like this,” he whispered in your ear, “in this form, my claws cannot hurt you.” You jumped slightly as he ran his glamoured hands along your clothed slit, relishing in the way a damp spot quickly appeared. “Relax, Baby. I got you.”

You pulled your phone out of your purse that sat beside you as you pretended to scroll through some useless feed. Meanwhile, Dew’s fingers managed to curl underneath the fabric and skimmed along your wet folds, collecting the dampness on his fingers. Earlier in the day, Dew had decided it would be a good idea to fuck in the small bus bathroom and the remaining essence made it easy for him to slide along your lower lips. Your breath hitched as you felt him run what you imagined was his middle finger in circles over your bundle of nerves lightly.

“God I can smell you from here. You always smell so fucking good,” he rumbled lowly, his face now bumping its way into the crook of your neck. The feeling accompanied by his voice sent shivers down your spine, alighting your nerves with a fire you knew all too well. Your eyes fluttered slightly as you casually glanced up, wondering if anyone had caught on to what was happening on the couch across the room. They all still seemed occupied with their activities. Most of them now probably had a slight buzz after drinking copious amounts of the strong liquor they passed around.

Your back arched slightly as you felt the hand dip lower, his thumb now taking the place of circling your clit as his middle and ring finger journeyed downwards. His middle finger sank slowly into your wet heat as you heard him release a small groan. “If they weren’t here, I’d throw you over the arm of this couch and fuck you until they called me on stage…fuck, why do they have to be here,” he whined, his breathing deep. His finger pumped in you as he moved his thumb in time with each push. You tried to focus on holding your phone in your hand but in reality, all you wanted to do was toss it to the side and fully give in to the pleasure your ghoul was giving to you. “It feels so good,” you whispered softly, a small moan escaping your lips.

The ghoul’s breathing picked up and you could almost hear the sound of his nostrils flaring to take in every small ounce of your intoxicating smell. You sighed again at the stretch of his finger, and while it could hardly compare to the stretch of his cock, it still shot liquid white heat down your spine. And as he added a second finger, your legs had begun to shake. You had added the weight to the tips of your toes out of reflex and you allowed your feet to properly drop back down to the floor. “More, Dew, Ple- Ah!”

Before you could even finish the request, he quickly added his ring finger, plunging it in rhythm with his middle finger. You dropped your phone back onto the couch, your hand reaching under the blanket to grab ahold of his lower arm as something to grab on to. You began rolling your hips, no longer caring who all was in the room. The only thing you could focus on in that very moment was the intense pleasure happening between your legs, hidden from the world. “You like having my glamoured fingers fuck you, Doll? You like being touched by my human form?”

You nodded shakily. “You go so much de-deeper like this,” you moaned softly. His thumb picked up the pace, quickly circling causing you to throw your head back on the couch. Dew took the opportunity to bite and lick at your exposed neck, happily working a bruise into the skin. “De-Dew, I’m so close-“

“I know baby, I can taste it in the air. Now are you going to be a good girl and cum on my fingers so I can play a great fucking show tonight?” You nodded eagerly, spitting out a small ‘faster’. Your ghoul complied, his wrist curling and flexing as he quickly pumped his fingers inside of you. Your climax was quickly approaching, the coil in your stomach tightening with each pump. Clenching around his fingers, you slapped your hand on the edge of the couch seat and gripped it, your nails digging into the leather. You muttered a small mantra of ‘fuck fuck fuck’ as he brought you closer and closer to what felt like salvation.

And with one last flick of his thumb, you turned and this time forced your head into the crook of his neck as you bit down on his shoulder, the rough fabric of his stage uniform harsh against your teeth. Your orgasm washed over you in waves of molten heat, your legs clamping shut around his hand, holding his fingers inside you. He used his strength to keep rolling his hand against you as he pulled the strings of your high. Dew helped you ride out your high as long as he could, muttering obscene things in your ear. “Fucking hell you’re sucking my fingers in, fuck you’re so hot.”

Once you began to come down, shaking against the ghoul, he slowly pulled his fingers from you, pulling them out from underneath the jacket. You noticed with slight embarrassment how slick they looked in the harsh back room light. You watched in a daze as he unhurriedly brought them to his lips. You watched as his glamour broke slightly the moment your taste spread across his tongue. His skin flashed between a normal human skin tone and his natural gray tone on and off as well as his canines elongating slightly. “After the show tonight, I want you to ride me until you can’t even feel your legs. I want to see you in all your glory - as a thank you for another mind blowing orgasm, courtesy of me.”

You landed a half ass slap to his chest again as the loud voice of Swiss echoed across the room. “I knew I smelled something…delicious.” Your head snapped up from where it rested on Dew’s shoulder. Swiss was looking directly at the two of you, a smirk etched into his glamoured face. All of the other ghouls and siblings of sin turned to look, causing you to flush in embarrassment. “Is that - oh come on you guys! That’s my jacket!”

Dew grabbed the black piece of material and balled it up to toss it right at Aether, who caught it and held it out with one hand. “You owe me one, Dew,” he said, his eyes saying that he was indeed not joking. “Yeah yeah yeah, whatever.”

Not even a few seconds later, there was a knock at the door, a staff member poking his head in to alert the band that it was time to go on stage. You now realized you could hear the roar of the crowd outside and you felt the energy of the room completely change. Papa entered shortly after, clapping to get the ghouls attention. “Let’s give it our all tonight, yes? Let’s bring the house down as we worship his unholiness!” The ghouls all cheered as they slipped on their helmets and grabbed their needed items for the stage. Dew got up beside you, holding his hands out.