Ghoul Slime

Mountain stood up on still-wobbly legs from the loveseat. "You finally ready for me, waterlily? All stretched out from Storm's cock." The drummer didn't wait for an answer as he climbed up onto the bed and surveyed everyone else's handiwork. The Water Ghoul was a mess.

Rain's thighs were slick with spend and his own silvery excitement, soaking the base of his tail and the sheets beneath his hips. The room reeked deliciously of selfish conquest and the Water Ghoul was more than happy to accept one more notch on his metaphorical bedpost tonight in the form of the biggest Ghoul in their current pack.

"Come get me, Mounty," Rain slurred as seductively as he could. "Finish me off like only you can." The Water Ghoul's words were a sexy challenge as the drummer found himself stiff and dripping again.

"Oh, you're gonna be begging me not to stop," Mountain shot back, pulling Rain up and cradling the bassist in his large, calloused hands. Rain giggled as he was lifted, held in Mountain's strong grip like he weighed nothing. The flirty Water Ghoul's tail,previously dangling down behind him, lashed around Mountain's thigh.

"You gonna spoil me with that big cock, Mounty?" Rain tittered, catching the eyes of the three Ghouls spectating his final sexual destruction. The head of the Earth Ghoul's shaft bumped against his well-used rim and Rain reached up to cling to Mountain's curving horns, that jersey—already smeared with the other threes' spent release—was duly soiled with the insatiable Water Ghoul's sweet prejack.

"Gonna fill you up baby," Mountain promised, shooting a lustful look in Storm's direction as he lowered his arms, impaling Rain hands-free on his hard shaft. The Water Ghoul whimpered, a high, keening sound as he clung to the Earth Ghoul's horns and that mussed nut-brown hair as the bassist was impaled in one smooth, long thrust up to the root.

"Nnngh! Ohh, Mount-!" Rain's legs were shaking, draped over the drummer's muscled arms. Spread out for everyone to see how well he was taking the Earth Ghoul's cock. No one would say it, but they were all a little jealous of Rain in that moment.

"That's it, waterlily," Mountain could feel Rain's muscles tense around him; still so tight even after three other Ghouls had had their cocks inside of him. "Gonna treat you real nice…" the drummer's throaty drawl lingered like a moth against the shell of Rain's finned ear, tickling the hairs on the back of the bassist's neck.

"Mmmmm…." The Water Ghoul was as relaxed as a lazy cat in Mountain's hands, head lolling against the drummer's broad shoulder as he was filled to overflowing with the Earth Ghoul's sizable girth. Where Dew had been control, Phantom had been energy, and Storm had been adoration, Mountain was pure unfiltered pampering.

The lithe, beautiful Water Ghoul mewled as the drummer lifted him and lowered him back down, making Rain whimper at the deliciously deep push into his body. Mountain was perfect. The perfect gentleman, the perfect pack leader, the perfect cock filling him up like only the Earth Ghoul could. The whole experience was absolutely sinful.

"Ngh- Mount- fuck!" Rain couldn't keep the expletive out of his mouth as the drummer's cock brushed over his sweet spot already, dragging teasingly light against his slick fluttering walls. The Earth Ghoul's shaft was not as thick as Storm had been, but he was certainly well-endowed enough to cause a slight bulge in the bassist's abdomen.

"Look at you, Rainy, so greedy for me. Just wanting me to fill you up until you can't hold anymore." The squelch of slick leaked out of his hole and Rain's breath was a shuddering sigh as he glanced down, seeing his stomach distended by the Earth Ghoul's length. Fuck- Mountain was so deep. The Earth Ghoul's cock was definitely one of a kind.

"Wanna feel how good I'm fucking you, guppy?" Mountain purred, pausing his easy thrusts so Rain could place a shaking hand over his belly, gasping in pleasure as Mountain flexed his muscles, twitching inside the Water Ghoul with a strong pulse of desire. "Feel how deep I am? How good it feels? You're so wet for me, Rainy. You're just like a dream."

"Yeah… fuck, Mount." The Earth Ghoul's dirty words were flaring his blood, making his cock drool a sticky thread of prejack against the crease of his hip. He kept his hand on his belly, the other curled tight against the drummer's horn, trying to ground himself as he came apart on Mountain's girthy shaft like a spoiled princess.

Rain's tail flicked against the bed, the spade dragging against the sheets as his eyes rolled back—Mountain was picking the pace back up and fucking him properly. The Water Ghoul was panting, twinging with mounting desire in the drummer's corded arms. He was the sweetest little pet, a pliant greedy toy that wanted all Mountain could give and more.

"Nngh- aahh! Ohh-! Ohhh!" Rain was teetering on the edge of his peak already, groaning and arching to try and get Mountain deeper inside—the drummer was already thrusting up to the root inside the whimpering Water Ghoul.

The Earth Ghoul could smell it—Rain's impending climax, as fresh and powerful as rushing whitewater. Mountain's tail snaked up and prodded just shy of the bassist's leaking rim, stroking against the sensitive base of the Water Ghoul's own tail. Rain whined at the new stimulating sensation and his breath caught behind his fangs as he groaned, feeling Mountain pulse inside of him; the start of the Earth Ghoul's own impressive release.

"Hnn-!!" Mountain couldn't stop his gushing spend from shooting hard and fast into the bassist's clenching channel; but he did have one trick that no one had used on the Water Ghoul yet. It was his secret weapon that he knew always got Rain to blow his load.

The Earth Ghoul pulled out suddenly, making Rain yelp in surprised pleasure. His underside was summarily pressed down against the drummer's slick cock, feeling Mountain's large hand wrapping around the two of them. Sticky gobs of the Water Ghoul's past conquests leaked out against the root of Mountain's shaft as he stroked them both, his generous load still spurting from the head of his cock, hips jerking forward against the wet velvet-softness of the bassist's length.

"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!" Rain was gasping, still clutching his stomach even though the Earth Ghoul was no longer buried balls-deep. Their twin climaxes splattered his hand, his belly, even getting as high as between his pecs on the jersey as Mountain's tail teased at the Water Ghoul's entrance, rocking against Rain as if they were still fused together in pleasure.

Rain was panting heavily as he was lowered down to the sheets. Mountain smirked at a job well done and tilted his head in a come-hither motion to the other three before smearing the rest of his cum on the rucked up jersey. The boneless Water Ghoul was spread out on the cleanest, coolest part of the bed, eyes fluttering and sighing like an unholy vision as the four of them caressed him and cleaned him up.

Their tongues were lapping at the spill between his legs, fingers covered in his and Mountain's mess as they showered him with slow appreciation, making the Water Ghoul purr contentedly.

"Mount always puts on the best show," Dew chimed in, pushing the soiled jersey up to kiss a soft trail against Rain's fang-bitten chest, tongue running lightly over one of the bassist's nipples to hear him whine pathetically.

"Yeah…" Phantom sighed wistfully, imagining that one day it would be his turn with the big, sexy Earth Ghoul.

"Did you enjoy yourself, Stormy?" Mountain hummed, dragging his fingers between the Water Ghoul's cheeks and offering them to the still-blushing Air Ghoul.

"Yeah… I really did. But Rain looks exhausted," he commented softly, sucking on the drummer's long fingers.

"All fucked out, waterlily?" Dewdrop teased, leaving a surprisingly gentle kiss against the bassist's plump lips.

"Mmm… You guys sure know how to make a Ghoul feel special," he murmured, stretching languidly as they all clustered around him.

"What do you guys say we give our little guppy some alone time to put himself back together and go to bed, hm?" Mountain offered. Rain was already fading as they found their discarded clothing and dimmed the lights, slipping out of the bassist's room to sneak into each other's—Phantom in Dew's and Storm in Mountain's.