who would prepare for peace take up the sword

Thighs shaking, Dew struggled against the weight of Aether's thrusts. His legs threatened to give out, muscles burning from the strain of fighting to push through. Every time Aether snapped into him, Dew's body was forced forward and the wind was knocked out of him. Fucking into him relentlessly. Desperate to bury himself back into the space he'd so intently carved out inside of him, a place nobody would ever be able to fill for him. Set on ruining his ass for anyone else, taking what Dew hadn't given anyone else, because it was undeniably his.

Aether was far too fixated on the rapid pace he'd set to realize Dew's body was fighting to keep up. No strong steady hands came to his waist, no support, no permission to go positively boneless beneath him. Instead one hand gripped the wooden headboard for leverage while the other was firmly on the back of his neck to keep him pinned to the mattress where he wanted him. And beneath him was exactly where Aether planned to keep him until both of their bodies caved to exhaustion, until he'd molded the water ghoul to the shape of his cock. Dew wasn't going anywhere, Aether wouldn't let him. 

It was hard to get a full breath in, not when Dew could feel him so deep. Damn near in his throat. He'd never felt Aether so fucking deep. The only sounds escaping him, more like being knocked out of him, were little wreck less grunts. Clipped, breathless sounds from somewhere at the bottom of his lungs. Dew wasn't entirely sure if they were rooted in pleasure anymore, they certainly hadn't been at first. Not when Aether, as thick as he was, had first pressed inside past the tight ring of muscle that was not accustomed to such an intrusion. It had hurt. He'd tried to squirm away from the feeling, but that was when Aether opted to pin him down, intent on showing Dew exactly how he was supposed to be fucked, referring to his cunt as over-used and sloppy. The pain had started to subside into a dull, hot feeling as his body gave to Aether's persistence. 

"S'like your first time again," Aether grunted as their hips met with an audible wet sound. The back of Dew's thighs, his cunt, Aether's balls, all coated in an obscene mixture of slick and lube. "Your ass is—fuck—Virgin tight."

He paused as he bottomed out. Held himself in the heat of his walls, like it might just force Dew to grow accustomed to the stretch and the feeling of being full. His hand left the headboard and came to rub over his belly with a pleased sound.

"You feel me?" Aether asked, petting slow circles below his navel. Dew struggled further, much to Aether's delight to lift his chest from the bed and sneak a look underneath his body. His initial response was confused, a dumb vague sound that turned sharp. Yelping like a kicked dog when Aether pressed to the bulge his cock made in his typically flat stomach. The pressure made itself known instantly, a rude and sudden introduction that sent Dew's blood going cold. It was worse than being full, overfilled. Brimming and ready to burst. "Right here, baby boy."

"Aeth-" His name came out strangled, anxious. 

"Yeah you do." He finished for him, and much to Dew's panic, pulled out it'll just the head of his cock remained inside of him before thrusting back in so hard the tips of Dew's horns scraped the headboard. 

His fingers twisted into the sheets, claws threatened to shred cotton as Aether repeated the motion. Quicker, harder, more intent. Dew couldn't get the words out. Couldn't form the words through the moans being punched out of him every time Aether bottomed out and bumped into his hand still pushing into his gut. He tried to press his thighs together, some fruitless attempt to try to stop what was slowly becoming more of an inevitably rather than a possibility. The harsh slap of Aether's balls against his woefully neglected cunt didn't help, pleasure that felt more and more like punishment every time. It could only be described as merciless.

The tension mounted on itself, until the threads Dew clung to like a lifeline snapped. His eyes went wide as the horror set in, the first few drops dribbled out of him without his permission. Dew frantically tried to clench, tried to hold, but a particularly well timed thrust was his undoing. He cried before it even happened, a wail of despair trailed by the tears he knew were bound to come, and then came the sudden rush of heat. It was a trickle at first, then a full on stream he was helpless to stop, and Aether almost didn't let up. Continued long enough Dew feared Aether would fuck him through it, but the other ghoul stopped when he realized it wasn't just his cunt squirting. Aether pulled out of him abruptly, left his ass gaping as he pissed himself and yet Dew's eyes rolled back into his skull as he beared down around nothing. 

When his bladder finally finished emptying itself, Dew sagged into the bed, into the shameful puddle he'd just created. Wet and warm, he felt a little sick. It had felt like it would never end, like he'd be stuck in the horrible act for an eternity, but it had stopped and gave way to a pregnant silence that managed to somehow feel worse than the piss soaked sheets he was laying in. 

"Oh." 

"I-I didn't—" Dew tried to get out through the tears but found himself choking, throat tight. He honestly could have hoped to suffocate and die then and there. "I couldn't stop it!" He babbled pointlessly, there was no explaining this away. There was no hiding from what he'd done. 

"Did that feel…good?" It was hard to discern his tone, harder to gauge his reaction. The last thing Dew wanted was to turn his face and look. He couldn't stomach seeing disgust or disdain on his mate's face. 

It wasn't a question Dew knew how to answer. The act itself felt horrible, he wanted to crawl out of his skin, but the after effect aside from the mortal wound to his pride felt…Good. Relieved to be free of the feeling. The conflict however, was mortifying. He hiccuped through a sob, which should have been answer enough. 

Like being electrocuted, Dew jolted when Aether touched him again. Two fingers dragged over his clit and up between his folds which he used to spread him open. Dew froze, he could feel the weight of Aether's eyes as he inspected him. Worse than being flayed open and put on display. Aether sucked in a breath between his teeth, a sharp hiss of air. Despite himself, despite having believed he'd gotten it all out, when Aether's digits passed over his urethra, he let out another hot dribble right onto his fingers. He wanted to curl in on himself and turn to ash when Aether laughed. 

"Hells baby boy…Fucked you so good you pissed yourself. Seriously?" He chuckled breathlessly in disbelief. "Think we found out what your cunts good for."

"Don't—" Dew whispered. 

The bed shifted under Aether's weight before his body settled against his back. Molded against him, trapped between Aether's body and the damp mattress. He wanted to squirm away but Aether's body against his was comforting to his shame. Further conflicted but with no choice but to just lay there, he sniffled as Aether pressed kisses to the nape of his neck. 

"Poor baby," he whispered into his skin, lacking malice. He wasn't mocking him, at least. It made it slightly better. "You just felt so good you couldn't control yourself." Another kiss. "Let me keep makin' you feel good." Another. Dew wiped his eyes on the back of his hand. Aether shifted again, lifted himself up onto his knees enough to find an angle. 

His cock was still hard, heavy and fat as Aether slid it between his cheeks. Nearly slipped it in as he passed over his puffy hole. His lips moved against his shoulder, the words didn't need to be spoken, Dew granted him permission with a reluctant nod. He dropped his face into his arms, still shuddering through his dying sobs. Aether pressed the tip inside but did not sink deeper. He remained there for a long moment, long enough Dew was about to question it, but Aether sighed before he could.

Dew's head shot up when warmth began to spill inside of his ass, Aether's cock kicking as he let go inside of him. Little spurts of heat flooding his guts. Aether groaned against his ear and began to slowly sink into him, piss dribbling out around his girth. Dew's mouth moved wordlessly, dumbfounded. 

"Made you so hot inside…"

"You, you just," Dew whimpered. "It's gonna make a mess when you pull out."