#aethrora

The knob turned and the door opened silently, and soon after, a head peeked through. Careful. Slow. Vibrant green, vigilant as they mapped out the room, sensing for another presence other than the one she desired. 

When Aurora finds none, she slips inside with a last quick look over her shoulder, closing the door just as silently behind her as she opened it. 

She zones in on the bed and exhales giddily, the wet patch on her panties growing at the sight—her mouth-watering. 

There he is. 

And he looks perfect. Doused in dim candlelight, pink lips parted enticingly. His face so sweet and soft it makes her ache. An arm stuck under the pillow, highlighting the tattoos on his bicep and a strong thigh angled outward, with his briefs and scrub pants he didn’t manage to get all the way off before falling asleep still stuck on one calf. It’s such a photo-worthy impression of the innocence of sleep, of him being oblivious to her presence, it races a delicious shudder down her spine. 

She congratulates herself for waiting until today when he’s sleeping off a drinking game with Mountain’s mead, and not letting her impatience and frustration of him denying her get the best of her.

Her eyes travel further, her tongue darting out to wet her lips when Aether’s position gives her a perfect view of his soft cock, long and thick, and the jewelry adorning it, laying against the smooth roundness of his belly.  

A delicious synergy that has her fingers curl and uncurl, resisting the urge to touch herself at the sight. Why would she when she finally can have something so much more satisfying?   

With a practiced tug of her tail, her panties slide down her legs as she tiptoes her way over to the bed, her babydoll nightgown following with a quick lift of her arms over her head, both carelessly discarded on the floor, now only focused on getting to the ghoul in front of her. 

The bed barely dips when she climbs in, yet Aether scrunches up his nose in his sleep and lifts his head. Aurora freezes mid-movement with bated breath, her heart racing.  Aether smacks his lips, starts humming, and then smiles before he changes arms, burying his nose under it. 

Under other circumstances, if she wasn’t so single-minded, it wouldn’t feel like an eternity until he settled again. She’d find it adorable, and watch him with growing heart eyes.  

But as things are….

With a stuttering exhale, she crawls the rest of the way up to him.

Slight disbelief lets her hesitate but soon enough, her palm glides lovingly over Aether’s strong thighs, up to his cock. Tracing the protruding veins running along the length with the tips of her fingers, awed, each of the metal bars beneath the skin, around the snug fit of the barbels on the side, follows the ladder all the way down to his sac where it tapers off into rings that could fit on her fingers. In a bold move she tugs on one, featherlight, and watches in delight as the skin tightens under her touch and Aether’s cock jumps, starting to fill out even more, the piercings standing out more prominently than before. 

Aurora's whole cunt throbs in anticipation at the sight, spurring her into action. She’s on borrowed time after all. 

She swings her leg gracefully over his hips and spreads herself open with nimble fingers, slick dripping freely down on Aether’s cock as she lowers herself. Nearly shouting at the first hot wet slide through her folds, the covered metal dragging deliciously over her swollen clit and catching at her fluttering hole.  Helpless keens spill in tandem with the languid rolls of her hips out of her mouth, her attempts to stay silent failing. 

She can barely keep her eyes open to check if Aether‘s waking up, nothing else existing than this. The feeling of the increasing strain in her thighs from being forced so wide apart. The promising thrill of her cunt barely covering the girth of his cock. In this moment it’s everything. 

 “Feel how wet I am for you?” she asks, as if she expects a response, barely getting the words out. „I’m being so good. Feels so…“

Aether moans before she can finish her sentence, his hips rolling upwards just so while hers stutter to a halt, equally thrilled and afraid at the prospect of being found out. Slowly her eyes open, trailing from the ring in his belly button up to Aether‘s face. She expects to meet the gaze of two purple irises, her thighs trembling with the effort to keep herself motionless, but all she sees is a flutter of eyelids, a flash of his gold fang before he stills again. 

False alarm. 

Aether’s knot starts to swell beneath her, making her gasp at the sudden stretch when it breaches her, giving her a small taste of what she could have if he‘d drop the damn gentleman act, just fuck her and make her the prettiest accessoire of his cock.  

Another moan reaches her ears, along with fragments of sentences that cause a self-satisfied smile to grace her lips.

“Doing so well for me…Take a little more…”

“That’s it, sweet thing. So tight…”

“Who you‘re dreaming of, hm?,” she whispers and drags her fingers lazily through the pre pooling in Aether’s navel. She brings them up to her lips, swirling her tongue around them, savoring it. 

 “Dewdrop? Phantom? Breeding them full?” 

She drops her hand to cover the lower part of her belly, imagining the feeling of the outline of Aether’s cock beneath, his cum, locked in tight by his knot.  

She sighs, wistful. “That’s okay, I’ll make them even sweeter for you” 

Keeping her hand in place, her palm presses in with every swivel of her hips as she’s fucking herself on the knot, tightening around what she’s able to fit in until it hurts. She wants to feel it later. She wants to bathe in Aether‘s attention once he notices her supposed discomfort whenever she moves tomorrow. None the wiser of what happened.

“Just like that. Right…. right there” she whimpers, high and needy when she swears she can actually feel a bulge in her belly moving right beneath her palm and comes with a choked-off moan of his name all over his cock. Her knees tighten at each side at the intensity of it, riding it out while her release drips in rivulets through down the insides of Aether’s thighs, down to his balls and the sheets.

She finally slows down to a mere twitching, tipping her head back to pant towards the ceiling. She decides to allow herself another moment or two to bask in the afterglow and take everything in once more, her plans to hit and run - so to speak - waving at her as they pass by. 

When she’s finally ready to part with him, strings of slick still connecting them when she raises herself on shaky knees, a hand clamps over her mouth, muffling her surprised shriek. She‘s shoved back down and forward with a firm hand between her shoulder blades and another one gripping the base of her tail, barely giving her time to catch the fall before baring her to the room. 

Warm breath fans across her sweaty skin when her captor finally speaks.  

“Where are your manners, princess?”

Dewdrop. Fuck. 

“You’re far from done with him.” 

New droplets of slick slide down her legs at his words and she can‘t hold herself back from following the warmth of the body behind her, nodding mindlessly. 

She hears a zipper. Then the rustling of fabric.

“And I’m tired of watching”