A solid hour after the time I was due to finish, Sister Imperator finally lets me go, my back aching and my arms sore. I know the polite smile I give her is forced, borderline a grimace, but in that moment, I can't find it in me to care, turning swiftly on my heel to exit the room. I storm down the corridor, ignoring the other siblings and ghouls scattered here and there on my way back to the sleeping quarters, where my bed is waiting for me. 

Thankfully, it doesn't take me such a long time to get back, the old door coming into view in mere minutes. I practically throw it open, muttering under my breath about the day I've had until the smell hits me. I sniff again…roses?

I stop and look around properly, my eyes widening as they land on the bed, my jaw dropping open comically. 

Scattered on the bed are delicate crimson rose petals, balancing lightly on the carefully made duvet in a delicate circle, swaying a little from the slamming of the door. Flickering candles, as scarlet as the petals, are placed at different points and heights around the room, dousing the walls in a comfortably warm glow, emitting fragrances of their own. What draws my eyes the most, however, is the ghoul perched elegantly in the center of the circle of roses, an amused smile tugging at the familiar thin lips. 

Clad in a set of deep red lingerie is Dew, his golden hair pulled over his shoulder to settle lazily over his upper arm and tickle his collarbone. Soft lace hugs his bony chest, intricate patterns sprawling gracefully across his warm gray skin, peaking a little over his hardened nipples. A matching pair of panties are pulled up over the fire ghoul's growing cock, the fabric bulging tastefully where his arousal has started making itself noticeable. The impossibly thin straps running over his narrow hips tell me that he's wearing a thong, leaving his tight ass bare to the world. His tail flicks languidly behind him, betraying his excitement. I can feel my mouth water at the sight of him, a familiar warmth curling deep in my gut. 

“Pick your mouth up off the floor, baby. You'll catch flies,” Dew winks, smirking as he watches me try to collect myself.

“Satan below, Dew,” Is all I can manage, wetting my lips in awe.

He chuckles, running a clawed hand along his thigh, just grazing the bulge in his dainty panties.

“Come on, (Y/n),” He purrs, slipping off the bed and prowling forwards, “I've waited so long for you. You deserve a little treat after a hard week at work.”

I can only nod as he approaches me and takes my shoulders, leading me backwards towards the bed until he's pushed me down to sit on it. Smirking, the fire ghoul moves to straddle me, caving my thighs with his as he loops his arms around my shoulders, leaning in close. Teasingly, he brushes his lips over mine, not quite touching but leaving me wanting more, my hands quickly gripping his waist to hold him close. With a soft chuckle, he finally presses his mouth to mine, one hand slipping to my cheek to hold me where he wants me, keeping the pace slow and soft. His tongue slides past my lips, lazily licking into my mouth, smoothing against my own tongue as he takes his time breaking down my composure. We exchange soft groans, swallowing them down between us as we kiss. The heat in my abdomen grows, my hands migrating down to grip at his ass, massaging and kneading the flesh, encouraging him to rock lightly against me, grinding his noticeable bulge into my stomach. 

“That's better,” He murmurs, grinning proudly as he pulls out of the kiss, licking up the saliva connecting us with a flick of his tongue, “Move back on the bed, beautiful.”

As he moves off of me, I waste no time scooting back onto the bed, leaning against the headboard with a hand migrating down to my crotch. I grind the heel of my hand down over the fabric of my habit, biting my lip at the pressure on my clothed cunt. 

“Tsk, tsk, we'll have none of that,” Dew scolds me, climbing onto the bed and crawling up to sit in my lap again, his tail curling around my leg.

My hands settle on his thighs this time, gripping the heated flesh as the fire ghoul rocks himself down on me again.

“You look very pretty, Dew,” I hum, lifting one hand to brush along the hem of his bra, slipping a finger under it to snap it back against his skin.

He purrs, leaning back to run his hands up his torso, massaging his clothed pecs seductively before capturing my hands and placing them where he wants. 

“I like looking pretty for you.” He grins, a warm blush rising to his cheeks as I tighten my grip on his chest, a soft sound escaping him. 

“I know you do.” I smile back, leaning in to kiss him deeply, licking at his lips as I massage his bony chest, brushing my thumbs over his hardened nipples. 

In doing so, I notice something different, my hands slowing as I pull back. He licks his lips knowingly and winks, watching carefully as I pull one of the bra cups down to reveal his perky nipple. A new piercing has been pushed through in place of his usual hoops: a delicate golden heart held in place by a thin bar running through the back. It circles his nipple prettily, glinting in the candlelight. 

“How romantic.” My voice is low as I lean forwards, trailing my tongue hotly over the piercing, drawing a sharp gasp from the ghoul in my lap. 

I fasten my mouth over his sensitive skin, sucking gently before rolling his nipple with my tongue, not missing the way his hips jerk forwards into my stomach. Soft moans fall from his lips as my hand plays with the neglected nipple, tweaking it through the fabric of his bra and pressing down on it just how he likes. Reaching inside, I pull gently on the heart, relishing in the whimper Dew emits at the tug. 

His hand has dropped below my eyeline, arm moving rhythmically in the corner of my vision. Pulling back, I look down to see him palming at himself, but I tut and bat his hand away, replacing it with my own. 

“Come on, let me take care of my pretty little ghoul, hm?” I tease him, pressing my hand against his rapidly hardening cock. 

He whines, rocking his hips into the warmth of my palm, arching his back. The fabric of the panties bulges considerably, tightening more and more as his arousal grows, straining to release the little cock inside. I smirk as I watch him desperately buck into me, practically able to see him throbbing in his lingerie. Chuckling, I squeeze him, tightening my fingers over his length where it's tucked behind the red lace.

“Oh, fuck…” Dew moans out, his head tilting back to reveal his slender neck.

Taking the opportunity, I feather light kisses down the column of his throat, flicking my tongue out here and there to tease him, feeling his cock twitch in response to my every movement. Upon reaching his collarbone, I sink my teeth into his skin, biting down hard enough to bruise. The fire ghoul yelps, but rocks closer, grinding harder into my hand as I suck a mark over the bruising skin. 

By now, a sizeable wet spot has formed where his tip is pressed against the fabric. Humming in pleasure, I run my thumb over it, taking in his breathy groan. 

“Is my little ghoul going to cum, hm? Gonna fill these pretty panties with your load?” I lift my head to purr the words right in his ear, nipping at his lobe. 

“Fuck yes, please…please, let me cum…” Dew pants out, his skin flushed and eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, his cock throbbing beneath my hand.

“Mm, go on. Cum for me,” I instruct him, squeezing him hard.

That's all it takes for him to spill, his hips jerking forwards as warmth fills the lace under my palm, his voice broken and breathy as he moans out his pleasure, body shaking in my lap. I urge him through it, murmuring sweet nothings and praise to him as he spills, leaning forwards to mouth at his neck and collar, smoothing my lips over his heated skin as he comes down from his high. 

Soft whimpers escape his parted lips as I gently palm him following his orgasm, only coming to a stop as his tail curls tighter around my thigh, pretty much cutting off any blood circulation. 

“That feel good?” I grin at him slyly, feeling my core pulse needily at the sight of the blissed-out ghoul in my lap, his cup leaking from the side of his panties.

“So good,” He replies shakily, smiling widely as he returns his gaze to me.

His hands make their way to my chest, closing over my breasts as he leans towards me, going to kiss my neck. One hand slips lower, trying to dip below my habit before I catch his wrist. Confused, he turns glowing amber eyes on me, a brow lifted.

“Don't you want-”

“Oh, I do,” I cut him off, licking my lips, “But not like that.”

His frown deepens until I move, suddenly flipping the ghoul onto his back, straddling his narrow hips. I smirk at his shocked expression, winking as I pull my habit over my head, leaving me in a pair of plain trousers that quickly follow my uniform. Left in underwear, I place my hands on Dew's chest for support and lift my body, slotting into place right over his softening bulge. Undeniable arousal floods through me at the small flash of excitement in the ghoul's eyes, his hands coming up to grip my waist.

Grinning again, I take his hands and pin them by his head, using the grip as leverage as I begin to move. Slowly, deliberately, I drag my clothed cunt in a hard line over Dew's cock, groaning in pleasure at the way his natural warmth feels on my sensitive skin. A high-pitched whimper drips from Dew's tongue, his fists clenching in my grasp at the oversensitivity on his twitching cock, small moans of my name filling the air as I continue to grind my wet cunt over him. I lower myself over his body, gasping at the change in angle as my clit catches over his bulge a little more, my lips quickly finding his neck and chest, leaving bite marks all over him. 

Beneath me, the fire ghoul's cock definitely starts throbbing back to life, filling out in its confines. It draws a satisfied chuckle from me as he starts rocking his hips up against mine, clearly searching for more friction. Making a noise of mock disapproval, I lift my hips suddenly and slam them down harder onto him, effectively getting the message across that I want him still, that it's my turn to take what I want. The submissive yelp from him just makes my cunt throb more. 

Finally, I decide that enough is enough and I sit back up, letting his hands go with a pointed look: don't move them. I slip back slightly, ignoring his desperate whines as I pull his underwear to the side, letting his twitching cock spring out, leaking orecum all over himself. His length is already slick from his previous orgasms, so it needs no more preparation as I move up and pull my own underwear aside, lining my hole up with his tip. 

“Fuck, please…” Dew pleads with me, tipping his head back as he fights not to fuck into me. 

As much as I want to tease further, my own desperation starts creeping up on me, prompting me to drop my hips down onto him, my cunt swallowing him down in one go. A litany of curses falls from both of us as he throbs inside my pulsing cunt, spilling more and more precum. 

“Satan below, I think I'm…oh fuck!” Dew barely has time to grab hold of me before he's spilling inside me, having not moved at all. 

eyed-eyed but incredibly aroused, all I can do is watch and moan as he cums inside me, feeling hot ropes of cum filling me. He writhes beneath me, oversensitive and embarrassed, eyes squeezed shut, fangs digging into his bottom lip. Finally, I find the ability to speak again.

“How cute,” I say to him as he comes down, his amber eyes fixing on me before widening as he realises I don't mean to stop. 

“Wait, please - ah!” He breaks off into a pained moan as I lift my hips and rock down on him, his cock having no time to go soft inside me.

Secretly, I know I won't last long now, not after seeing him cum so fast just being inside me, but he doesn't need to know that, at least not yet. So I fuck myself on him like a toy, taking his sensit8ve cock over and over as he whines and whimpers below me, jaw gaping open in ecstasy. He slides so perfectly inside me, hitting every spot perfectly even with his smaller shaft, dragging me closer and closer to my own end. Before I can reach it, I have one last trick to play.

“Fuck me, Dew,” I moan out, slowing my rocking to a tortourus grinding, squeezing my cunt around him.

“W-what?” Is all he manages to say, blinking weakly at me.

“Fuck me with your sensitive little cock…fill me up, Dew,” I instruct him, muttering a curse as he sits up, his cock shifting inside me.

He flips me onto my back, grasping my thighs tightly, his tail curling around my waist to tap at my clit. A breathy moan leaves me at the change, my hands going to play with my tits as he takes up a rough pace, fucking into me almost animalistically. His hips slap against me as he pounds his leaking cock into my messy cunt, growling in pleasured pain as he chases his third orgasm of the night, claws digging into the meat of my thighs. As his tail plays with my clit, I feel myself drawing closer and closer to the edge, my ecstasy mounting fast.

“Fuck, Dew, gonna cum with me? Gonna give me one last load?” I moan out, reaching out to pluck at his nipple through the bra once more, “You're doing so good for me, fucking me so good…”

With one last howl of pleasure, the fire ghoul slams his cock hard and deep into me, a weak spurt of cum adding to the mess already there, his sounds turning pained as the oversensitivity gets to him. Seeing him so weak pushes me over the edge and I cum around him, squeezing his cock in a vice-like grip as the pleasure washes over me, sending white-hot ecstasy racing through me. My legs lock around his waist, holding him in place as I cum, much to his dismay, my cunt milking every last drop from his spent length. 

Finally, I let go and he pulls himself out of me, huffing as he falls down on the bed beside me. His chest heaves, his head resting on my shoulder. Regaining my breath, I smile and turn to him, stroking some hair from his face, murmuring sweet nothings to him as I wait for my ability to walk to return to me. As it does, I quickly leave the bed, blowing out the lit candles and grabbing a washcloth from the side to wipe myself down. Rinsing it, I go over and gently clean the dazed ghoul, apologising as he whimpers again. Dropping the used cloth to the floor, I pull the duvet up and slip under it with him, pulling his little body into me. Before I can, he stops me and wiggles himself out of the underwear, returning to my embrace. 

“Happy Valentine's Day,” He murmurs, leaning in for a soft kiss.

“Cardinal?” (Y/n) gives him a confused look as he suddenly pulls away.

Copia shifts underneath her, biting back a groan as she licks her kiss-swollen lips, his cock twitching excitedly in his trousers. He almost can't stand to look at her, afraid he'll get too carried away by the beautiful figure rolling her hips over his bulge, trying not to stare too hard at the soft breasts spilling from behind her undone blouse. Embarrassingly, his mouth waters at the sight, aching to get one of those perked nipples between his lips so his tongue can pay it all the attention she deserves. 

“I'm sorry, sorella, I-” He scrambles for an excuse, nearly whimpering as she runs her hand down his chest to his thigh, holding on for leverage as she rocks against him, “Merde, I just need a moment.”

“Take all the time you need,” (Y/n) practically purrs as she leans forwards, nosing at his neck, her tongue soon trailing over his heated skin, “We have all night. In fact, we have all week in this cabin.”

“Then, um, you may forgive me, sorella, for just, uh, excusing myself, si?” The Cardinal moans, carding his hand through her hair to gently pull her face away from him.

She gives him an odd look, but nods and slips off of him, but not before leaning in to press her mouth to his ear.

“Hurry back, I can't wait much longer to get your cock inside me.” 

He nearly runs to the tiny bathroom across the room, cursing himself for being so hard that he whines as his fly brushes over his rock-hard cock. Once inside, he closes himself in, yanking his trousers open and revealing himself to the cool air, biting back his gasp. His cock slaps against his clothed stomach, red and weeping precum, twitching visibly as need courses through him, heat pooling in his abdomen already.

Hurriedly, Copia spits into his palm, bringing a tentative hand down to the throbbing length. Pleasure shoots through him, his grip tightening on its own as he begins sliding his hand up towards his leaking tip. His eyes fly closed, his other hand grabbing onto the sink harshly, knuckles going white as he holds tightly onto the surface, his teeth sinking into his lip to keep himself quiet. Behind his eyelids play images of (Y/n), his fantasies of her vivid in his mind as his palm slides back to the base of his throbbing cock. This time, he applies more pressure as he jerks his hand back up to his tip, his thumb running over the slit to collect precum. His hips cant forwards into his grip, fucking his cock into the circle of his fingers; in his head, its (Y/n) who's holding his member tightly and mercilessly, taunting him for getting close so quickly, just from some making out. 

His ears burn hot with embarrassment as his cock jerks hard in his hand thinking about the possibility of her degrading him in this way. What would she think of him cumming so fast? Maybe she'd make him hold off, pinch the base of his cock until his high has left him, his balls still full and in need of emptying. A deep groan threatens to leave his lips at the thought, his hand dipping down to feel his balls between strokes. They're just as tight as he imagines they are, drawn up against him and ready to shoot a load into his hand. Maybe he'd get to spill his second load of the night inside her, right up inside her cunt where it'll still be running out of her tomorrow. Just in time for him to lick it from her folds as she wakes up, moaning at the feeling of his hot, wet mouth. 

A hiss escapes and his hand moves faster, chasing an end now.

Copia bucks into his hand, feeling the heat brewing in his abdomen that signals his climax. He hurries to build it, aware that if he doesn't, his night will be over far too quickly, and with all the planning he's put into the holiday, he'd rather be oversensitive than over-too-soon. Hell, the ministry rarely allows clergy members to use the log cabin at the back end of beyond, and it wasn't easy convincing Imperator to allow him to rent it for a week. With a week of sex ahead, he knows he has to make sure the first counts. 

His cock kicks again, clearly liking the idea of a week of being inside the beautiful woman in the room beside him. How many times will he take her, he wonders as his palm presses over the tip, smearing precum even more over himself, and in how many different ways? He hopes at least a few times down her throat - he's fantasized many times about the way she'd swallow him down, choking on his length until drool and tears stream down her face, her eyes begging him to cum in her mouth. Likewise, he knows he'll spend a fair amount of time pushed right up inside her right cunt, wrapped in her wet warmth until he fills her as many times as he wants…maybe she'll even let him claim her other hole.

It's that thought that has him cumming hard, his mouth falling open in a silent scream as his load spills over his fist and into the sink. Pleasure races through him, his cock jerking and twitching as cums for the first time of the night, still hot and hard in his hand.

He takes a moment to calm himself, breathing hard before he washes off his hand, running a wash cloth over his cock to wipe away the slick fluids coating his still pulsing length. 

The door opens behind him and he freezes, eyes snapping up to face the person standing there.

“Y'know, if you have a hard time with finishing too soon, you should've said, Cardinal,” (Y/n) smirks at him, looking down at his cock with a predatory grin, “I can go a good few rounds.”

“Sorella, I-” He cuts himself off as she lowers herself before him, reaching towards him.

Sodo curses under his breath again.

Why the fuck does this have to be happening now?

Either side of him, Rain and Phantom are easily finishing their own business, audible streams swiftly coming to an end even as his own only manages a measly droplet. He feels like sobbing at the humiliation, his cock too hard to even allow more than a little piss out even in this time of need. In his head, he swears something fierce, reprimanding himself for not dealing with the problem sooner - the hard-on in his jeans has been building all day, constantly rubbing against his fly or his bag, which he's had to hold over his crotch throughout. Ambitiously, Sodo had thought he might at least make it onto the plane without encountering this very issue.

He's pulled back to the present as the sounds of buckling belts fill his ears. A hot burn spreads across his cheeks as he realises his companions are finished before he's even started.

Unbeknownst to him, he hasn't been particularly subtle, and the unwavering line of his cock hasn't remained hidden to his bandmates. Behind his head, Rain and Phantom exchange a knowing smirk, the same thought crossing both their minds simultaneously. Not wasting a second, they descend on Sodo.

The fire ghoul gasps in surprise as the two men press themselves against him on either side, one hand on his lower back, another ghosting over his lower abdomen, trailing lower and lower.

"What are you-" He goes to interject, but is cut off by a sharp nip on his neck from Rain, who stands to his left.

"Did you think nobody would notice your little…problem?" The water ghoul purrs into his ear, lazily trailing his tongue up the length of Sodo's neck, smirking at the way the shorter man's breath hitches.

All Sodo can do is whimper as he watches Phantom's hand on his stomach move deliberately closer to his angry red cock. Before he can even wrap his hand around it, it twitches, clearly craving the contact it will surely soon get.

"Aw, we should help him, Rain. Look how desperate he is." The younger ghoul teases, tracing his finger up the length of Sodo's flushed cock.

Sodo bites his lip to hold back the gasp of need that threatens to tear past his lips, his hips bucking forwards, searching for more contact. His bandmates chuckle darkly, Rain's tongue once again mapping a path along the vein pulsing on Sodo's neck, only to be replaced by sharp teeth seconds later.

"Only if he promises to be a good boy and stay quiet," Rain hums, kissing Sodo's jaw, "Can you do that for us, hm?"

Sodo is nodding before he even comprehends the sentence properly, his body alight at the tantalising offer of a strong hand wrapped around his cock, jerking him to completion. He mutters a quick plea, too desperate to worry about embarrassing himself.

"Go on then, Phantom. Make our little boy feel good." Rain commands, slipping his tongue along the shell of Sodo's ear.

Sodo nearly sobs in relief as the quintessence ghoul's hand finally wraps around his aching, leaking cock. By now he needs no extra lubrication, the precum beading at his tip more than enough for Phantom's hand to slide easily down his rock-hard shaft, emitting an obscene sound as it goes. Sodo can only watch as his foreskin is pulled back from his tip, the cool air almost stinging in contrast to the extreme heat that seems to have gathered. Experimentally, Phantom circles his thumb around the head, pressing into the slit until Sodo fails to hold back a depraved moan, his head falling back. It doesn't last long before Rain's hand finds a grip in the long hair cascading down his back, forcing him to look back down at his weeping cock in Phantom's unforgiving grip. Sodo's glamour ripples at the sudden contact, faltering slightly before he regains his composure.

"Tsk tsk, naughty. You're going to watch as we make you cum like the needy little boy you are. You're already being so good for us, we just need this one more thing." Rain chides him, biting and mouthing at Sodo's neck even more, definitely leaving it red from the grazes of his teeth.

Below him, Sodo's cock twitches again, another trail of precum dripping from the reddened head down towards the urinal until Phantom catches it. The lithe ghoul lifts it to the guitarist's face.

"Go on, taste yourself." He instructs, pressing his fingers to Sodo's parted lips.

Obediently, Sodo laves his tongue around the slender fingers, sucking diligently on them until Phantom decides he's had enough, clearly pleased with the needy moans from the fire ghoul.

"Good boy, so obedient, aren't you? So willing to please us, even when you want to cum so badly," Rain praises him, his pulse leaping at the sound of that honey-like voice in his ears, "Maybe we should let you now…we have been gone a while, after all."

"Please…please…" Is all Sodo can manage, biting back moans and whimpers that rise from his chest, his orgasm steadily approaching as Phantom's pace quickens, his grip tightening around the pulsing shaft.

"You've been so good. Go on Phantom, make him cum." Rain commands, biting down hard onto Sodo's neck as he does so.

That in combination with Phantom suddenly running his finger over the sensitive frenulum of his cock sends Sodo tumbling over the edge and he spills thick ropes of hot cum into the urinal. A broken gasp flies from his parted lips, his hips jerking erratically into Phantom's hand as Rain praises him through it, his cock kicking as it rides through the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Before he can really cool down, a stream of piss seems to well up in him and he manages to bat Phantom away before he urinates on the other ghoul. Another wave of relief floods through him as he finally gets his wish, doing his business with the ease the others formerly had.

Rain and Phantom chuckle before giving him a quick kiss on either side of his neck, murmuring quick "You're welcomes" as they turn and leave, washing their hands as they go. Sodo finishes up and turns around, coming face to face with a smirking Swiss.