#dewdrop x reader

"You know." You turn around, staring at Dew, eyes narrowed. He stops, amber eyes on you, waiting patiently for you to continue. "I am an adult."

"You've been an adult for quite some time." He adds. His tail twitches but otherwise offers no smart remarks. He's cooled off in his old age.

"I could walk around my own home. Alone."

"You could." He says, nodding. You light up at the thought and then Dew smiles, "But you won't."

You turn and crack open your book, taking a step forward. You hear Dew's boot on the stone floor behind you. Your temper flares and you turn, "Just quit!" you growl, "Quit following me!"

He leans against the wall, folding his arms. You know the answer and he knows the answer. “I don’t get why all of the sudden I need security up the butt.” You hold up your hand, eyes closed in frustration. “Say fucking nothing.” When you open your eyes, Dew’s smirking but, silent as ordered. “Why, all of the sudden, when I’m practically middle-aged, do I need a bodyguard?"

Dew shrugs again and you’re sure that if he does it one more time, so nonchalant, that you’ll knock him out. “World’s crazy, sugarlump. Your Pop just wants to make sure you’re safe, when he can’t keep an eye on you.”

I heave a great and heavy sigh and then turn, cracking my book back open and returning to the well worn path I’ve woven through the abbey. You’d think that, being the only child, only daughter, only heir of the entire Emeritus clan that you’d be up to your ankles in balls-deep, gut rearranging joy. But, alas. Turns out that, when Papa Secondo is your papa, it would be like pulling pubes to get someone to nut up and crack you a good one. Who knew that you, Littlest Emeritus, Satan’s strongest soldier, would be rich in magic and poor of dick. 

A few days later, your dad is home and you’re eating breakfast in the little nook in his private quarters. You poke around your bowl of Fruit Loops, nursing a cup of coffee and wallowing in melodramatics. Secondo doesn’t look away from his newspaper; still in his bathrobe and clearly, painfully hungover. “What is wrong?” he asks. 

“I’m fine.”

“I did not raise you to be a liar.”

“I don’t know why,” you grumble, dropping your spoon into the bowl; milk splashes everywhere and Secondo gives a grunt of disapproval. “I don’t understand why on Satan’s black brimstone, I have to have security?”

“Because I don’t want you wandering around the city without protection, tesoro.”  Secondo takes a long sip of his coffee and looks over the top of his sunglasses. “Is Omega giving you troubles? I will have Alpha speak to him; he is supposed to drive you, take you out. No funny business.”

“What? Omega? No, it’s not Omega. It’s Dew, he’s up my ass.” You hold up your hand, again. “Say nothing.” Secondo nods and grunts but, still he stares, eyebrow arched. “It’s a little over-kill, dad. I can walk around my own home unencumbered. I mean, we’ve got ghouls at the public entrance. It’s not like someone is going to get in that isn’t supposed to be here. I don’t need a ghoul to take me to the shitter let alone being the world’s worst cockblock.”

Secondo flicks his newspaper straight and goes back to his article. “First of all, do not say “shitter” and really, I am begging you, not to say “cockblock” to me.”

“Uncle Cope does. Terzo has been calling me his little cockblock since I was born?”

“Uncle Cope is crass. Terzo is an idiot. Second, I did not ask Dewdrop to do that. I asked Alpha and Omega to make sure someone went with you when you go out. That is all.”

“Oh, I am going to kill him.” You’re gone, leaving a cloud of rage behind you. 

Secondo pours himself another fill of coffee and sighs, “Goodbye, papa. Have a good day, papa. I love you so much papa. I have missed you dearly, all these long months with out, papa.”

You stomp over to Copia’s office and practically kick the door off its hinges. He’s not at his desk and so, you powerslam into his bedroom. He screams. You scream. Phantom screams. “I am balls deep!” Copia shouts, desperately trying to cover himself up while he is - truly - balls deep in Phantom. “What do you want?”

“Where’s Dew!? I have to kill him.”

Copia’s eyes go wide, “Oh, I am going to kill you for interrupting me for that!” You manage to duck the fancy, italian shoe that goes sailing past your head. “Get out of here before I castrate you!”

“I don’t even have testicles!” You holler, shutting the doors behind you. You turn and harrumph, folding your arms. You’re still pissed but seeing your Uncle’s hairy ass, in all its morning glory, is sobering. 

“He’s in the greenhouse, you little shit!” Copia calls and Phantom cackles. 

You stomp down to the foyer and send out a string of curses to find that it’s raining. Hard. Still, you’re Secondo’s daughter and you’re going to see this rage through. You grab an umbrella and continue your stomping. Halfway there, you realize you should have put on a coat. It’s February, after all, and it’s not really an enjoyable sort of month to be outside, anyway; let alone when it’s raining like a bitch. “I thought you were with your dad. You’re not supposed to be out here on your own.”

You turn slowly and find the object of your aggressions. He’s wearing a too big, wool trench coat that’s soaked with rain and steaming from the heat he gives off. “First of all, you can suck a dick.’

“Would love to.” He grins, canines flashing. 

“Second, I talked to my dad this morning.” You’re delighted to see that shit-eating grin wiped off of Dew’s face. “And the jig is up, buttmunch.” The only noise is in the rain and the wind. Dewdrop stares at you and you stare at him and suddenly, you feel a little stupid for being so angry. “What gives?” Dew sighs, his breath coming out unnaturally hot. He stares at the sky, grimacing, and then turns and leaves. Shivering, you watch him go, and then scoff. “Now wait a damn minute!” You are at his side in a second, grabbing his arm and spinning him around. He makes no effort to resist. “Explain!” You stomp your foot and whine. “Now!”

“You are an Emeritus, that’s for sure.” Dew cups your jaw, too hot thumb caressing your cold cheek. He gives you a soft smile. His eyes are warm and happy and he’s looking at you like you’re the greatest thing he’s ever seen. 

Your stomach drops out your asshole. “Dew?”

“I’m in love with you.”

You stare at Dewdrop the Fire Ghoul and then, in a fit of panic, blow a giant raspberry that evolves into a maniacal cackle. Dewdrop says nothing, mouth set in a firm and - for the first time in a millennia - silent line. He waits for you to collect yourself; to uncross the wires in your brain and your heart and your lady bits. When you straighten back up, he wipes the tears of laughter from your cheeks. “That’s funny.” You smile at him. “Now really, tell me why.”

“I don’t know how else to say it.” Dew says. Suddenly, he looks sad. Forlorn. “I’m in love with you. Have been.” His breath comes out in a trembling exhale.  He reaches out and runs a finger down the back of your hand. “That’s all.”

You stare at him, your heart pounding in your chest, getting soaked with icy rain despite the umbrella and you realize, he’s not kidding. You sniffle, the cold making your nose run. “That’s all? Why are you telling me this… now?!” Dew shakes his head and stares at your shoes. “Dewdrop?”

“Because I don’t deserve you.”

“That’s not true.”

“Because I’m a cranky, old, fire ghoul and I’m tired and miserable most of the time and you’re… you?” You’re you.”

You grin. “Beautiful and perfect and funny and nice?”

Dewdrop narrows his eyes. “You sure you aren’t Terzo’s kid?”

You shake your head and take Dew’s hand, leading him to the round, covered pavilion that houses an alabaster statue of Lucifer (and some of Uncle Primo’s more tender, sun-averted containers of plants, now just brown and iced over). You close your umbrella and set it to the side. Dewdrop sits on the little bench in front of his father and you sit with your back to it, staring at Dewdrop, your shoulder against his. “Secondo’s been gone for months.”

“It’s been a good few months, being close to you.”

“You could have said something.”

“Why ruin it.”

You stare out at Primo’s garden - barely green, mostly brown and cold and muddy - and wonder how to navigate this new path that’s being paved. You’d like to blow him, right here, right now but, something tells you this is far more than chasing tail and scratching itches. Dew says nothing, has no smart remark, and it’s unnerving. You stare at him, he stares at Lucifer. “Take off your mask.”

“We don’t have to do this, ember.”

“We do.” There’s a pulse of heat that’s heated with frustration but Dew takes off his mask. You grin, heart pounding against your sternum like Mountain’s playing it at a show. Dew’s lovely like this. He could daylight as an angel, all that long, blonde hair and ivory skin and blue eyes. He turns the mask over in his hands so that it’s staring back up at him. You rest your chin on his shoulder, waiting for him to talk. When he doesn’t, you scoot your body close, still hooked on his shoulder. “What are you thinking?”

“Thinking that I might be one of the oldest, most powerful ghouls in the church and I’m still a total, fucking idiot. That I'm a little miserable and pissy and lonely. And that you’ve been dripping with sex for months and I’m following you like a cat in heat. I can actually feel a heat coming on and I haven’t had that in decades. You’re walking around like sex on a stick - a stick that I cannot touch - reading those books that make you smell so fucking good and… well, fuck me.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I thank Satan everyday that you grew up far, far away from here.”

“That’d be pretty icky, wouldn’t it… Jacob and Renesmee coded.”

Dew cringes and shakes his head. “I am not Jacob Black.”

“You’d rather be Edward?”

“I’d rather jump off a bridge, at this point.”

It’s quiet, again. You stare down at Dew’s hand, admiring what half a century of guitarwork can do to a guy’s appendages: strong, sinewy, calloused fingers. Your pinky inches its way towards his, crossing over it in an attempt to make any sort of contact. “Dew?”

“Yeah, babe.”

“If we’re done talking about it, can you go ahead and kiss me now?” He snorts and nods but doesn't look at you; he just leans over and presses his temple against your forehead. “Would it help if I said I want you to?” He swallows nervously but nods again. “Would it help to know that,” you sit up and scooch as close as you can to Dew. He turns a bit, finally staring at you. “Would it help to know that while you’ve been wildly, miserably annoying that you have also been.” You laugh and bump your nose against Dew’s, “I hate you for not saying anything.”

“Darlin’,” Dew sighs, lip trembling. “I’m saying it now.”

All you can hear is the roar of blood in your ears. Dew’s eyes are closed when you brush your lips against his. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t breathe. You wonder if he actually wants this. “Dew?” You whisper.

“Don’t stop.”

“You sure?” You snort out a giggle. “You look… like you’re pooping.”

Dew’s mouth is on yours in a second. His hands on your face, holding you tight against him. The jolt of heat is surprising but welcome against the cold, damp air. You tangle your fingers in his hair. He whimpers against your mouth. You need more. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and his hot hands find their way under your sweater. A near-nauseating wave of relief washes over you, finally having Dew’s skin on yours. You’d like a little more than fingers. Well, you’d take fingers at this point but… Dew groans, hands still on your face, pressing his forehead against yours. “I’m,” he clears his throat, swallowing. “I’m gonna be real honest here, baby. I’m about to blow a load in my pants. I’m sorry - I… this is so much and I’ve wanted it and,” He quiets and the rest comes out in a shaking exhale. 

You laugh, pulling yourself away from Dewdrop and standing up. Dew goes pale and you just smile, opening up your umbrella and stepping onto the stairs, back out into the rain. When you turn back to him, his eyes are wide and he’s staring at you like you have his world on a string… and scissors in the other hand. “Well, Dewdrop.” You sigh, dramatically. “I’m heading inside.” He’s so still you wonder if he’s having a stroke or blowing that load. “Are you following or what?” Dew’s mask clatters to the ground and he’s over the bench and next to you in a second. “Stay close this time. No more trailing behind.”

After your 25th birthday, you simply stopped aging. No wrinkles, no gray or white hair, no back pain and sore muscles. It sounds nice, if you didn’t remember the part where you can’t die, at least from aging. Having to leave behind your family was the worst thing you ever had to do. After the fact, you rarely saw your parents. And then one day, they just stopped visiting. No calls, no letters. Nothing. It’s like you didn’t exist to them anymore.

You remember sneaking out of the Abbey one evening when you were young, tracking down your parents and finding your old home. It was cold, nearing Christmas, you bundled up as much as you could without being too suspicious. Your old house was exactly the way you left it, little red and green lights strewn about on the porch. You still remembered where they hid the spare key, underneath the Baphemet statue next to the welcome mat. Although, to your confusion, the Baphemet statue had been replaced with a Santa statue.

It seemed like your parents weren’t home yet, they must’ve gone out somewhere. You looked for your old bedroom, heart dropping when you found it completely changed. The walls were no longer the pink and purple wallpaper you once knew, your twin sized bed with the little purple dragons scattered around the pattern of the duvet was now replaced with the various colors of the Power Rangers, the wallpaper now a royal blue with white stripes.

Your parents came home, with a little boy at their sides. You bounded up to your parents with the biggest grin, the changes to your room forgotten, your heart soaring at the sight of your favorite people. You have always imagined this moment. Your mother would scream, happy tears streaming down her face as she crushed you in a bear hug. Your father would fall to his knees, thanking whatever deity that his child finally returned to them.

Instead, your mother screamed in horror, wrapping the little boy in her arms, securing him close to her chest.  Your father looked disgusted, like the biggest roach crawled across the floor. “Get that thing out of here!”

You weeped, reaching for the terrified couple. “I’m your daughter! Don’t you remember? Mommy-!”

You yelped as your father smacked you, your weaker body tumbling to the floor. “Get the fuck out, demon!”

You sobbed all the way back to the Abbey, tears blurring your vision badly, causing you to trip and fall. You scraped your knees on the concrete, but you couldn’t even savor the pain, your wounds healed almost instantly. One of the ‘benefits’ of being an immortal Ghoul.

Sister Imperator opened the big wooden doors to find you on the porch in tears and barely standing upright. “Oh my, poor sweet Ghoul. What have you done, child?”

Needless to say, you were kept a close eye on after that, a Sister of Sin always watching you to make sure you didn’t sneak out again–not that you planned to. You decided you never wanted to see your parents ever again, if you could even call them your ‘parents’ anymore. A hateful, fiery rage consumed you. Every thought you had, every time you wracked your mind for why this happened–all thoughts came back to Dewdrop.

One morning, you and the rest of the Ghouls were getting breakfast, part of the usual routine. Dewdrop always sat next to you. Always. If someone dared to sit next to you that wasn’t him, that unfortunate Ghoul would have a seat saved for them in the infirmary.

You picked at your food, thankful for the peace and quiet that seemed to grace you–until Dewdrop, as usual, plopped right next to you, uncomfortably close, blabbering on about his plans for the day. His most talked about topics were typically the most recent things he’d set on fire, or training to be a future bassist in the Ghoul project run by the Sister Imperator.

That day, you just couldn’t stand it.

You stood straight up from your seat, much to his confusion, and dumped your entire plate of food right on top of him. Dewdrop was always quick to anger, this time was no exception, and stood up with his teeth bared. “What the hell was that for?” He snarled.

“You ruined my life. I never wanna see you again.” 

The two of you argued back and forth, until it escalated. The rest of the Ghouls and staff could only look on in terror, wanting to stop the fight but afraid of getting themselves maimed in the process. They could only do so much when you both scratched, bit, and hit each other. By the time big burly guards were able to pull the two of you apart, no one could tell whose blood was whose, whose injuries were whose. A multitude of claw marks, bites, and a cracked horn got you both an earful from the Sister Imperator.

For the next several years, the Abbey had to keep you and Dewdrop separated, for each other’s safety but also for everyone else. You two were violent, and hateful, and it wasn’t good for anyone to be around. A part of you felt bad that you were causing everyone to be so stressed, but then you always remembered what Dewdrop had done to you, even if he didn’t mean for it to happen. A freak accident, more like. But you didn’t come to terms with that until you grew up and finally realized it wasn’t really his fault. But it had been so long since the two of you had been apart, you and Dewdrop were doing your own separate things, and now he was gone a lot of the time now that he was in the band. You knew you had to make things right, you just didn’t know how.

It was late one night and you couldn’t seem to fall asleep. You shut your eyes tightly for several minutes, willing your brain to turn off, until you heaved a sigh of defeat. You stood up from your bed, put on your robe and decided to roam the halls of the Abbey until your body submitted to your will to sleep. The gardens were one of your favorite places on the property, after almost burning it down trying to gain control over your new fire-like abilities when you were a child, you did all you could to gain favor from the Earth Ghouls by taking care of the gardens along with them. It had been quite a few years since then, but you learned to like taking care of the plant life, even if you felt you didn’t owe them anymore.

It was there, in the middle of the gardens under a rising full moon, you felt a familiar presence watching you. Somehow, you already knew who it was. With him, it’s like you could always tell. Whenever he left on tour and when he came back, it’s like your souls were linked, you could always tell how close and how far he was. You imagined it was the same for him.

It had been years since you and Dewdrop interacted, you were barely ever in the same room together due to the unpredictable nature of your relationship. The most you two gave each other was a prolonged glance, an inexplicable yearning behind each other’s eyes, the reason unknown to you yet.

Dewdrop said nothing from his position in the shadows, the slight glare of his horns catching the light of the moon and his shining golden eyes the only thing you could see before he walked out closer to you. Your heart raced at the sight, a warmth radiating throughout your entire body before settling as a flutter in your stomach. He’s handsome, you thought, and frankly, a thought that never crossed your mind before now. The way he didn’t speak, only stared at you as he walked closer caused that flutter in your stomach to travel south.

You quickly backed away before you realized what was about to happen, Dewdrop lunging towards you with his claws outstretched, your heightened instincts as a Ghoul coming in handy than if you were still human. A part of you wanted him to catch you this time, but your logical side still ruled over your primal needs. “Dewdrop…” You spoke his name for the first time in years, feeling so right on your tongue, even if it was in fear. “Stop. Let us end this petty fighting.”

Dewdrop didn’t seem to hear what you said, or he did and he just elected to ignore it. He lunged at you again, but this time, he succeeded. You screamed as he grabbed you by the shoulders, the points of his claws digging into your skin, little pinpricks of blood pooling to the surface, staining your robe red. You closed your eyes in preparation for the bite that you were sure he would inflict on you. You gasped, your eyes flying open when you felt a wet, writhing muscle swipe up alongside your face. 

He licked you.

“I’ve always wondered what you tasted like.” The first words Dewdrop spoke to you in years, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate your very being, your eyes becoming heavy lidded as a sudden heat washed over you. You didn’t understand it one bit, so you attempted to pull away, but Dewdrop was much stronger than you. His eyes that were clouded with something you couldn’t decipher, but you could definitely feel, started to clear–a look of almost realization overtook him, and he started to tremble. “I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s come over me…I just-” He breathed heavily, his grip on you tightening as he retracted his claws, “I just had this feeling like I needed to see you and now…now I need you.”

You yelped as he threw you to the ground, his eyes again becoming blurred with what you now deduced was lust, the way his mouth flooded with drool and his pants tenting with what you were sure was the proof of his arousal. But why? Why now? You had no explainable reason, couldn't even think of one before he lowered himself on top of you. “Dewdrop, please, snap out of it!” You pleaded, tears trailing down your face as he started to undo the button of his pants. You yelled for help, for him to stop, trying to ignore the way your body started to light ablaze when he started to lick your neck like he was tasting his meal before devouring it.

“Gonna make you mine…” He promised, and you believed him.

But before Dewdrop could go any further, he was violently pulled off of you. He snarled and yelled at the guards to be let go, that he needed you, but he was restrained and taken away. You were traumatized, seeing him in such a state. You then were taken to Sister Imperator, who hopefully had some answers for you, because what the hell just happened?

A Sister of Sin wrapped you in a soft blanket as you waited for Sister Imperator to appear, a reassuring smile on her face not making you feel all that much better, but it was appreciated.

The Sister Imperator waltzed into the room with all the grace of someone of her station, she commanded all the attention in the room, her power enough to even make Papa Nihil cower in fear. But she didn’t scare you, she gave you a sense of comfort that you wouldn’t get from your parents. She replaced them in a way, but you were all the better for it. She was very understanding of how much these changes over the years have affected you.

You soon began to worry as Sister lit a cigarette, inhaled a deep hit before letting the smoke billow out into a cloud that lingered above her head. She never smoked, at least, not in front of you. She sighed before she spoke, “I’m afraid this isn't going to be the easiest conversation, my dear. But it’s a conversation we must have. Before we begin, I urge you to keep an open mind, for this might be the only way to get through this.”

“Sister, you’re scaring me.” You shakily replied, the blanket doing nothing to keep your trembling at bay.

She gave you a sympathetic smile, taking another drag of her cigarette before putting down on the ashtray. “I know you’re frightened, that’s to be expected when this kind of thing happens. But I want you to know, he didn’t mean to hurt you. Dewdrop wasn’t in control.”

You furrowed your brows. “What do you mean?”

She sighed. “I guess there’s no beating around the bush with this…” She took a seat beside you, placing a motherly hand on yours. “I thought I did my best teaching you the ways of the Ghouls, their temperaments of each element, their habits, rituals…but I suppose I failed to include one, which is my fault. I didn’t think it was important until now.”

“Please, just tell me, Sister.”

“When Dewdrop changed you all those years ago, we had no idea what would happen. We didn’t even think you would change. It is so rare. But alas, it did. You changed, and it left us completely in the dark. We had to go back deep into the archives, from thousands of years ago to find some concrete answers. We eventually found them…but we didn’t like what we saw.

Usually, Ghouls reach sexual maturity after they become fully grown and their brain fully develops, so around twenty-five years old. They don’t often choose a mate until well into their fifties…it seems that Dewdrop has had this process expedited. And we suspect that, perhaps, you two are connected. That you are fated to be his mate.”

“I don’t understand…I thought you said Ghouls can choose.”

Sister Imperator nodded solemnly. “We believe it’s different for transformed Ghouls. According to the old texts, the turned Ghoul belongs to the Ghoul that originally transformed them. I’m so sorry, dear.”

You shook your head, standing up with trembling limbs. “What, so-?” You chuckled incredulously, “I’m just his slave now, or something?”

“No, dear,” Sister stood with you, “you are his mate, his soulmate. It might not seem like it now, but you two have a powerful connection. Haven’t you felt it already?”

You couldn’t speak, couldn’t even deny it. She was right, you had felt it, that connection. You didn’t know what it was, until now. But you were too stubborn to accept it, even if the thought of being linked forever with Dewdrop wasn’t the most unappealing situation. “No, there has to be some way to stop this. Right?”

Sister Imperator frowned. “I’m afraid not. There is a mating ritual that Ghouls go through, but we can prolong it as long as you’d like. But you can’t hide from this forever.”

You scoffed, shrugging off your blanket in anger. “Where’s Dewdrop? We should talk, he can’t possibly want this either.”

“He’s being kept under the Abbey, locked away so he can’t hurt anyone, especially you. You can’t speak to him right now, the moon is full and he’s at his peak strength. If he sees you, his mate, not even the iron of the cage will be able to stop him.”

You ran to your bedroom in tears, all this information overloading your senses and sending you into a panic attack. Why was this happening? Why couldn’t it have happened to anyone else? You started to feel angry at Dewdrop again, until you reminded yourself that it still wasn’t his fault, no matter how hard you tried to think it was.

It was a long night waiting for the full moon to set, a long night of staying wide awake, trying to wrap your head around this predicament you suddenly found yourself in. You could have laughed at the irony of it all, you roamed the Abbey in hopes of being able to fall asleep only to be whiplashed and unable to sleep by all the information dumping Sister Imperator did. You needed to talk to Dewdrop, you needed to know his take on all of this.

Once the sun started to shine through the curtains of your bedroom window, you hurriedly dressed and rushed down to the cell where they were keeping Dewdrop.

As you neared the basement, you could smell him. Since when could you smell him from so far away? And the smell, it was…intoxicating. Your heart raced as you neared his cell. You were surprised at how the cells didn’t look like the typical prison cells you thought of. They were reinforced and sturdy, yes, but they also looked comfortable. The cells weren’t dark and moldy like you thought they would be, but it still broke your heart when you finally laid eyes on Dewdrop, who was already waiting for you at the door of his enclosure, his hands tightly gripped around the iron bars. 

Dewdrop spoke your name sadly, an expression of regret and relief rolled into one. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you…again.”

You smiled weakly at that, thankful he was seemingly back to normal. “I assume Sister already told you what was going on?” Dewdrop nodded, embarrassed now. “So, it wasn’t your fault. None of this has been your fault.”

He tilted his head to the side in confusion. “But-”

“I know I told you, you ruined my life. But I was a child, all anger and no thought. You didn’t ruin my life, Dew, you made it better. I’m sorry that I made you think I hated you all these years, but I don’t. You’re my best friend.” Dewdrop smiling widely, unable to hide his relief and joy at your confession. “But…now, we’re in this predicament.” You chuckled nervously.

Dewdrop lowered his head in shame. “Right…” He giggled bitterly to himself, “It feels like I should apologize again.”

You leaned against the bars next to the door, sighing in defeat. “I just don’t know what to do, or how to feel. I never thought I’d be in this situation, ya know?” It must’ve been the bond that caused it, but when Dewdrop gave you a look of pity, you felt like kissing him. Instead, he reached his hand through the bars and gently ran the knuckle of his pointed finger over the apple of your cheek, goosebumps raising at the intimacy. “I…I should leave.”

“Don’t.” He grabbed your arm before you could step back from his enclosure, startling you before he quickly let go, chastising himself for being weak to his nature. “I’m sorry. I just…I don’t know how to behave around you anymore. All these urges…they scare me. I’ve never felt like this before, with anyone. It’s like, I wanna protect you–but ravage you at the same time.” He growled lowly, making your thighs clench together. He groaned, the grip on the bars tightening even more, the metal creaking at the sheer strength. “I could smell you before, but your scent is different now.” Drool started to drip out of his mouth, and you were suddenly thankful he was still in his cage. 

Dewdrop suddenly let go of the bars and backed away to the other side of the cage, his breathing shaky. “Yes. Yes, you should go. Now.”

You were troubled by how fast you listened to him, legs burning as you bounded up the stairs as quickly as you could, accidentally running straight into the Sister Imperator. “You stupid girl!” She shouted, smacking the top of your head with not much force. “The moon hadn’t fully set yet! You’re lucky it was close to disappearing, he could’ve killed you!”

“I’m sorry…” You cried, shrinking yourself, feeling like a child again.

She sighed, pulling you into a hug, “No, I’m sorry. I should’ve been more clear. But all is well now. In fact, we can let him out tomorrow. His…urges will be at their weakest point–until the next full moon. So, if this isn’t something you want, but sure to stay away from him the days leading up to the full moon and at least the day after. He’s a good boy, but he’s still a Ghoul, and he will take what he wants if given the opportunity.”

When she said that, you blamed the ache between your thighs on the bond.

Over the next couple weeks, you got to know Dewdrop again. Honestly? You missed it. You missed him. You missed hanging out with all your friends together like back in the day. You were close with the rest of his bandmates since you were kids, after the falling out between the two of you, you couldn’t hang out with them like you used to.

One thing that was different was how possessive Dewdrop became after his…changes. He was more impulsive, and jealous, well, more than usual. If you and another Ghoul were getting too friendly, he’d steal you away with a glare to the offending competition. It often happened with Swiss, because he was always a friendly guy, but your friendship was completely innocent, but it never looked that way in a jealous mate’s eyes.

You thought Dewdrop would settle down after the full moon, but you supposed you were wrong.

It was hard to tell what was pushing boundaries and what was just normal Dewdrop behavior. He was always touchy-feely with you before, but those actions felt like they were done with different intentions now. But your biggest issue with it all was that–you had no issues with it. You loved his attention, but you chalked that up to just missing your best friend. His subtle touches, any excuse to be close to you, the way he looked at you like you were the only other thing in the universe; it got to you. You were ashamed how many times you had to touch yourself to be rid of the constant thoughts of him, him, him. 

The worst of it all, Dewdrop noticed. Oh, god, did he notice. The way your cheeks flushed dark when you noticed his eyes trailing up and down your body when he noticed your scent change the next morning, his subtle smirk, and you knew his ego was being inflated to the size of the planet when he figured out you were coming around to the idea of being his mate. You didn’t know why you were still fighting it, like Sister said, you can’t hide from it forever.

Staying away from Dewdrop during his full moon cycle was harder than you thought, seeing him start to become more aggressive around you were the first signs it was time to put some distance between you two. Your heart ached when the Abbey had to put him in his cage, but it was for everyone’s safety. But then, you started to feel it too, those urges. It was easier to control than you thought, but the pain was almost unbearable. Your cunt clenched and throbbed with want, and it seemed Dewdrop could sense your turmoil from all the way underneath the building of the Abbey. You could faintly hear his mewls from the basement, calling to you, begging for you to come to him.

You didn’t know if you could take another month of this.

You loved him. You always had. You never imagined yourself with anyone else. Before you even knew what all this meant, your little child mind always wanted to be Dewdrop’s friend forever. But now, you’d be more than that; and that seemed perfectly fine to you.

The next morning, you went to Sister Imperator. “I want to be Dewdrop’s mate.” 

She smiled, nodding her head in understanding. You could see she wanted to say something smart, but you appreciated her refraining. “I’ll make sure everything is set up for next month. Try not to tear the place down as you wait.” You didn’t entirely know what she meant by that, but it made you blush nonetheless.

When Dewdrop was finally released for good, you finally realized what Sister Imperator meant.

When you told Dewdrop your decision, it took everything in him not to pounce on you right then and there, but–he did kiss you.

You moaned in surprise as Dewdrop crashed your lips against his, passionate and deep, like he’d been waiting for this for years; and he might as well had. He coaxed open your mouth so easily, to press his tongue against yours, like he could telepathically tell you what to do. Once you admitted that you were his, you submitted so easily, so easy like breathing. A part of you wondered why you waited so long. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you to him as close as he could, and you could feel the evidence of his arousal prodding at your leg, but he only kissed you. Even though you might have wanted it, wanted him, and him wanting you as well, you both decided to wait until the ritual.

But that didn’t mean you had to be completely ritualistic about it.

It was hard to tear the two of you apart, attached at the mouth at all times almost. But of course that’s not all you did. You talked to one another, learning all there was to know about one another, not wanting to have many issues going into this ritual that would tie the two of you together. But the more you thought about it, and learned about it, the more terrified you became.

The ritual, even in modern day, was still medieval in practice. Deep underground, even further than where Dewdrop was kept during a full moon, the Ghoul couple would travel down to a portal that would transport them to the Underworld where they originated from. Under the watchful eye of the Unholy Father, the two Ghouls would come together as one, marking each other as theirs for all eternity. The newly united couple would stay in Hell, not to be disturbed from their ‘honeymoon’ until they both overcome the powerful urges that came with being united. It was mostly the thought that you’d be watched was the most pressing issue you had.

Dewdrop tried to reassure you that it wasn’t that bad, according to other Ghoul relationships. But you still grew up human somewhat, the idea was completely foreign to you. You wished for privacy, and the fact that you wouldn’t get that with your mate was upsetting. But Dewdrop had an idea of how to alleviate some of that stress.

Dewdrop was never allowed to be inside your room alone, for obvious reasons, but he managed to slip into the shadows when the sun went down, entering your bedroom after a light knock. “You’re not supposed to be in here!” You fussed, but it was hard to take you seriously with how wide your grin was to see him. “You’ll get in trouble if you get caught.”

“Then I won’t get caught.” He smirked, taking a seat on the edge of your bed and patting the spot beside him, encouraging you to sit next to him. And like he was gravity, you felt yourself being pulled to him. You giggled as he brought your lips to his, a content sigh leaving through your nose as you melted into his touch, all too eager to give into his affection. “Mmm, my sweet girl.” He purred, and you made a little hum of agreement. “You know how you expressed to me how nervous you are for our ritual?” You felt your face heat up, but nodded your head. “I think I know of a way to help you, at least a little bit; so you won’t feel as nervous.”

Your expression brightened at his notion, eager to learn what he was talking about. “Yeah? What’s that?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Good girl. I want you to lay down on the bed for me.” You had a feeling where this was going, but you told him you trusted him, so you did as he asked. “Our ritual will be your first time?” You nodded bashfully, but that answer seemed to please him, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I know it can be nerve wracking, even more because we’ll be watched. But I want our first intimate moments to be ours, not anyone else’s, not even Him.”

“Those are dangerous words you’re saying, Dew.” 

But that response only made him grin devilishly. “I’m going to take your pants off, okay?” But you quickly sat up, taking his hands in yours, keeping him from tugging your pajama pants and underwear down your legs.

“If someone finds out we-”

“We’re not, my sweet girl,” he reassured, “not all the way. There are other ways to take pleasure without me being inside you, even though I want that…so badly. But this is about you, not me. We have our ritual in less than two weeks. I’ve waited for you for months, what’s one more?” He leaned forward, kissing you once more. “Still trust me?”

“Yes.” You breathed out, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest as you laid back down, relaxing your body, and letting Dewdrop slowly pull your pants and underwear down. You shivered as the skin of your legs pebbled in goosebumps, his hands almost feather light as they trailed down your now exposed lower half. Dewdrop drank you in, your expression flustered as he gently spread your legs, revealing your glistening pussy to his hungry eyes. Damn, he hadn’t even touched you yet.

Dewdrop caught your gaze, holding it there, waiting for that explicit consent. You bit your lip and nodded, and he smiled, his pearly white fangs on full display as he lowered himself in between your legs. Your smell had him drooling, the intoxicating aroma of your arousal pulling him in like a moth to a flame. If he was this drawn in this much under a new moon, how ravenous would he be under a full one?

You gasped as Dewdrop lightly raked his claws against the meat of your inner thigh, repeating those motions under you began to whine with need, and God, he could see it. He could see your cunt clenching around nothing, your clit throbbing, just begging to be touched. He couldn’t leave you in such agony any longer.

You let out a surprised moan as Dewdrop licked a tantalizing strip up your folds, kissing your sensitive nub sweetly, your body twitching at the miniscule feeling of pleasure. “Fuck,” he sighed heavily, “I knew you’d taste good.” He worked you with his tongue with a little more pressure, eliciting heavy sighs and soft whines from your pretty mouth. You’d been able to get yourself off with your fingers, but this was something else entirely, and you feared you’d never be able to get enough of it now that you’ve experienced it. But Dewdrop was not even close to done with you yet.

Dewdrop let his hands wonder, trailing up your stomach until he reached the peaks of your breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of your sleep shirt. Almost instinctually, you lifted the hem up and over your breasts, letting him feel the softness of the skin, his fingers pinching your nipples, the feeling shooting down to your cunt and causing a shock of pleasure to spread through your body. “Dewdrop, fuck-!” You whined, suddenly silenced by his larger hand covering your mouth.

“Shh, wouldn’t want anyone to catch us, would we? I need you to stay a bit quieter. Can you do that for me, sweet girl?”

“Yes, yes, just please keep going. It feels so good.” Then you felt a pressure against your entrance, Dewdrop’s thick finger, slowly pushing its way inside you. “Oh my Go-!”

“Shh…” Dewdrop urged, “you want me to keep going, right?” You placed his fingers inside your mouth in response, gently sucking on them to keep yourself quiet, pushing his head back down to your clit. He chuckled. “Oh, you’re going to be a real brat someday, huh?” You bit down on his fingers slightly as he added a second finger in your cunt, causing him to let out a low growl. “Careful, brat.” 

You tried not to moan loudly as he reattached his lips to your clit, thrusting his fingers in and out of you at the same time, the feeling of pleasure was otherworldly. It didn’t take long for you to near your peak, his fingers curling inside and hitting a spot that made you forget to breathe. You might’ve been embarrassed at how fast you got close, but in that moment, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. “Dewdrop, don’t stop, please.” You moaned, reaching up to hold onto his wrist that was now gently holding your neck, and the other reaching down to tightly grab onto his hair.

“Don’t stop?” He teased, and you frantically nodded your head. “Yeah? Then look at me. Fuckin’ look at me. I wanna see those pretty eyes when you come.” His pupils were blown wide as you looked down at him devouring your cunt, your walls clenching around his fingers tightly, making him groan in approval. “Fuck, I can’t wait to feel my cock inside your tight little pussy, I just know it’s gonna feel so good. But right now, I want you to come for me, okay? Fuckin’ come for me.”

You couldn’t help but throw your head back onto your pillow, your back arching off the bed as your orgasm hit you like an avalanche–so much better than you could make yourself come with just your fingers.

“That’s my good girl…” Dewdrop moaned, slowly removing his fingers after he let you ride out your high, admiring the way they glistened in the light of your bedroom lamp. He couldn’t help but suck off the elixir of your climax, locking eyes with you as he did so. “My sweet girl, you did so good for me.” He raised from his position between your legs, hovering above you and kissing you gently. You could feel his bulge through his pants, pulsing with want, and all of a sudden you wanted nothing more than to feel him inside you once more. But before you could palm him through his pants, he snatched your hand away with a barely audible growl. “Don’t. I won’t be able to stop once I start, and remember, we can’t until the ceremony. I want to, trust me, I want to. But it’s for the best right now.”

You pouted, but reluctantly agreed. “Thank you, Dewdrop. I do feel better about it all now. I’m happy I’m going to become your mate.”

Dewdrop chuckled. “You already are, official or not. You became mine as soon as we met.”

The following days went back quickly, almost too quickly. Before you knew it, the Abbey and Sister Imperator started to prepare for you and Dewdrop’s ritual, which involved a lot of taking measurements for the robes you’d be made to wear. Certain Ghouls who often traveled to and from Hell prepared everything for the ritual on that side of the universe, and you started to feel like everyone was being dramatic about it all. You were informed there hadn’t been a mating ritual for a couple decades, so the Abbey decided to make a small celebration out of it.

The only thing that amused you was how Dewdrop hated the amount of preening these Sisters of Sin were doing for him. His measurements must be just right for his robes, his horns must be polished, his fangs whitened, every strand of hair in their proper place. “They’re acting like those robes won’t be torn to shreds when the ritual starts.” He growled. 

You were in the same mindset as well, but you didn’t mind being pampered, it helped you take your mind off things. But you couldn’t ignore it any longer, as the ritual day finally came and your heartbeat rattled your ribs as a Sister of Sin bathed and dressed you. Per tradition and the upcoming full moon, you and Dewdrop had been separated until the ritual, so you had no idea how he was feeling or if he was having second thoughts. Surprisingly, you weren’t getting cold feet at all, despite how nervous you were. You wanted Dewdrop, you had always wanted him, and he made you feel loved; but this bond was sprung upon him just the same as you. In your heart, you knew Dewdrop wanted you–loved you, so you felt guilty wondering if he was starting to regret his decision. But the thought of Dewdrop boiling the water of his tub in anger as another Sister of Sin ritualistically bathed him made a smile come to your face.

Sister Imperator greeted you with a motherly smile as you were brought to the top of the winding stairs that would carry you down to the deepest parts of the Abbey, admiring the handiwork of the robes that decorated your form. “You look beautiful, sweet girl. You’ll be just fine.” You gave her a sincere smile in return, making the Sister silently gasp when you pulled her into a hug, before she relaxed and wrapped her arms around you.

“Wait, where’s Dewdrop?” You asked, noticing the lack of his presence.

“Don’t worry, my dear. He’s already waiting for you. Alright, on you go.” She nodded to the Sister of Sin by your side, signaling her to lead you down the staircase.

You underestimated how deep this place really was, the further down you went, the darker it got, lit torches lining the walls of the staircase until you reached the very bottom. It was a long dimly lit tunnel that led to a faint purple light, where you could already make out the silhouette of Dewdrop with his own handler, a tall and muscular Ghoul. The Sister of Sin walked by your side as you made your way to him, the closer you got the more that purple light took shape. The back wall of the tunnel ended, cobblestone opening up into a glowing, warbling purple pentagon like shaped portal that you assumed led into Hell.

Dewdrop looked like he could devour you, his eyes darkening as he saw a glimpse of what was beneath your robes, a blush making its way to your cheeks. You were allowed to wear something beneath the robes, to your surprise, so you made sure to pick something you knew Dew would not be able to resist.

The Sister of Sin bid you farewell, leaving you, Dewdrop, and his handler, who was also meant to be your guide once you went through the portal. You took Dewdrop’s hand as you both were led through the purple mist, whatever the portal was made out of tickling your skin as you walked through.

Whatever you expected Hell to be like, your imagination never could’ve prepared you for the real thing.

You were once told that Hell for humans is different for Ghouls. For humans, Hell was punishment, torture, and fire; endless suffering and falling. But for Ghouls, this was their true home, hunting grounds, and way of life. You and Dewdrop were both fire Ghouls, so the portal took you to the fire Ghouls natural habitat. You couldn’t believe Hell had different environments for specific Ghouls, but then again, you knew little to nothing about it in the first place before you were transformed.

The sky was a darkened orange, almost red, and the ground was flaky with lava flowing through some of the bigger cracks in the terrain. Caves were scattered on mountainsides as far as your eyes could see, making out little villages on the horizon that you assumed housed native fire Ghouls that had better things to do than come to Earth to play in a silly rock band. But on the path before you, led to a steep hill with scarce patches of dried grass at the top, a thick blanket with runes that you didn’t recognize stitched into the fabric that were arranged into a pentagram. It wasn’t as scary as you thought it would be, although the dagger that was set in the middle of the pentagram did spike your heart rate a little bit. Dewdrop squeezed your hand, giving you a reassuring smile before leading you up the hill, bidding farewell to the guide, leaving you two completely alone.

The loudness of the silence was deafening as you and Dewdrop settled atop the hill, staring at each other, wanting nothing more to tear each other’s ceremonial robes off. But just one thing was missing; your observer. “When are we supposed to start?” You whispered to Dewdrop, even though you were alone.

“Impatient, are we?” He smirked, causing you to pout, earning you a chuckle.

“How are you so…calm? It is a full moon, shouldn’t you be fighting tooth and nail to get in my pants right now?”

Dewdrop shrugged. “Not sure. Maybe because I know I can make you mine any moment now. I’m not locked away from you tonight, and never will be again.”

A strong, hot wind blew through the air–disrupting your conversation–the blanket long gone to the winds if it weren’t for you and Dewdrop sitting on it. You looked at him in slight fear, feeling a heavy presence forming in the sky. He gripped your hand, nodding in reassurance. It was like a shadow, loosely shaped that almost resembled a man, two glaring yellow eyes at the center of where a face would be. You could faintly make out the shape of two large horns that curled up and out of the sides of the ‘head’. Even as a demon now yourself, the presence of the Unholy Father rattled you.

In an instant, you had a feeling of what you needed to do, how to proceed. It’s like you could hear this voice in your head guiding you, but it wasn’t a voice at all, more like instinct.

With trembling legs, you stood up with Dewdrop. You came closer together, running your hands along one another, feeling each other’s heat radiating through the robes. Take them off, you jolted as the thought came into your mind, but you listened. With shaky hands, you slipped off your robes, revealing the bright red lingerie that you wore just for Dewdrop, blushing as you watched his eyes widened, then darken as he swiped his tongue over his fangs in hunger. In turn, Dewdrop tore off his robes to reveal nothing underneath, his cock already standing at attention, slightly bobbing in the air, before you two even started.

“Fuck…” Dewdrop growled, letting his hands roam up your arms, cupping and squeezing at your heavy breasts, eliciting a whine from your lips. He helped you out of your bra and underwear, mouth watering at the sight of your now completely naked body. Dewdrop leaned forward to kiss you, but he suddenly stopped with a flinch, clear that a sharp thought entered his mind too. The pact first…

You and Dewdrop kneeled back to the ground, picking up the dagger. The design was beautiful, red and black jewels covering the pommel, the silver blade shining even in the dim atmosphere.

Dewdrop held out his hand, motioning for you to give him yours, palm facing up. You froze as he lifted the dagger, the fear of the pain making you hesitate, but you stayed still as the tip of the blade pierced the thin skin of your palm. You hissed as the blade sliced the expanse of your palm, blood pooling to the surface as your hand throbbed. Dewdrop handed you the dagger, his palm facing up for you. You didn’t want to hurt him, but you reminded yourself this was part of the ritual. You pierced his skin, and he barely made a sound, not even when you made a similar cut through his palm.

You and Dewdrop let your blood pool in your hands, dipping your fingers in the sticky crimson and drawing shapes into each other’s skin. You didn’t even know what you were drawing, instinct taking over, only when you were done you realized it was the same runes from the blanket you were currently sitting on. You were both now covered in each other’s blood, drops running across your skin from the corners of the rune drawings. You probably looked like a mess, but you thought Dewdrop looked dangerously beautiful.

Wind billowed around the two of you as you were finally allowed to kiss each other passionately, all tongue and teeth, tasting copper and salt. But you didn’t want it to stop. Before you knew it, the shadow disappeared, leaving you two breathless and bleeding. “I guess he just wanted to see us bleed for each other.” You chuckled, panting from your arousal, the evidence running down your thighs. You guessed rituals turned you on more than you thought.

“I guess so.” Dewdrop responded, his hands wrapping around your midsection tightly, his wounded hand leaving a bloody handprint on your back. “Now I have you all to myself, whatever shall I do with you? The mind reels. Where to start?”

You shrieked as he pinned you to the ground, intertwining your hands, your blood mixing with his, feeling your bond become even stronger. You gasped as he licked up the side of your neck slowly, ruining a rune that was drawn there. “Mmm, my blood tastes sweet on you.” He groaned, his pulsing erection prodding against your core, your clit throbbing in tandem, your entrance clenching around nothing as you jutted your hips to him. “Needy, are we? Good. But I want to get you ready for me first.” Your breathing became shaky and unsteady as he trailed kisses and licks down your body, almost cleaning the bloody runes off your body.

“So wet for me.” Dewdrop breathed out, face to face with your center, seeing the slick that pooled at your entrance. “Did me painting you with my blood get you all hot and bothered, baby?”

You almost cried out when he licked up your folds, spreading them with his fingers to get better access to your throbbing bundle of nerves, letting that cry escape when he suctioned his lips against it. “Dew, yes!" You cried, unable to stop the buck of your hips as he made out with your pussy. You were close already, two of his fingers pushing into you making your eyes roll, a strangled moan escaping your lips as you reached that high. It was hot, almost unbearably so, the ground beneath you boiling and reaching temperatures that no human could survive, but it made the moment so much better. You and Dewdrop were already sweating the bloody runes off. “Please, Dew, please, fuck me. I want you, so bad.” You whined, eliciting a smirk from him.

“Yeah, you want my cock? Finally?”

“Please…” You begged, grabbing his hair and pulling his lips to yours, biting his lip until it drew blood.

“Fuck, I’m gonna make a mess out of you.”

Dewdrop lined up his cock with your entrance, sliding inside so easily, your arousal and aftermath of your orgasm making it a smooth glide. You both moaned together, your pussy so tightly clenched around him, causing him to briefly collapse against you with a groan. “Feels too good, fuck.” He laughed breathlessly. “Feels perfect.” Dewdrop pried your legs open further and thrusted into you once harshly, knocking the breath out of you, before setting a slower pace. You could feel every ridge and vein, rubbing against your sensitive walls so deliciously. God, he felt so heavy inside you, stretching you open to make you take him–the thought sending shockwaves of pleasure through you.

It was so intimate, Dewdrop on top of you, as close as two beings could get, his dark eyes gazing into yours, watching every facial expression you made as he pistoned his hips against yours. “I love you…” You whispered, bringing your hands up to attach around his neck, gently tugging at the roots of his hair.

“I love you too, my pretty succubus.” Dewdrop grinned, leaning down to kiss you, rocking his hips with more force, your breasts bouncing with every thrust. “I’ve always loved you, since we were children. I couldn’t ask for a better mate.”

Your heart soared at his words, finally letting yourself let go, not worrying about doing something embarrassing or without finesse. You let Dewdrop take care of you, allowing him to completely unravel you, ripping away all your layers to see the real you and piecing you back together, repeating that process with every orgasm he tore from you. He removed the hands that held together at his neck, pinning them above your head with his own, his fangs shining as he smirked. Your own fangs ached with an urge that you knew you wouldn’t be able to control.

Dewdrop gasped as your fangs connected to the skin of his shoulder, pressing in until it broke, your teeth sinking in, his blood pooling to the surface and dripping down your chin. “Mmm, your blood does taste sweet.”

“You bit me?” Dewdrop grinned darkly.

“Now you know how it feels.” You said lovingly, remembering what got you two here in the first place.

“Get on top of me, baby.”

Before you could respond, Dewdrop had flipped you over, his hands on your hips, guiding you to bounce up and down on his cock, his brows furrowing in concentration. “Fuck, I’ll never get tired of this cunt.” He grunted, smiling at your fucked out expression, the pleasure so overwhelming it was the only thing you could focus on beside staying upright, but he helped with that. His grip was bruising, his strength enough to hold you there, but he had been making you feel so good–you wished to return the favor.

You removed Dewdrop’s hands from your hips, pinning them above his head, your breasts dangling in his face, giving him the perfect opportunity to lick and suckle at them. His cock hit your cervix with every thrust, the angle allowing your core to be completely against his pelvis every time you lowered yourself onto him, your clit dragging against the wiry hairs that decorated his pubic region, creating a blissful friction that had you faltering.

You gasped as Dewdrop sat up abruptly, reaching up to grab a fistful of your hair, forcing you to look him in the eyes, as if you’d want to look anywhere else when his face was so pretty when it was giving way to the pleasure you made him feel. “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come inside you and you’re gonna take it all, understand?”

You moaned loudly as he thrusted up into you wildly, using one hand to lean against the ground as he planted his feet so he could thrust into you, his other hand keeping that grip on your hair, winding tighter and tighter the closer he got. The roughness of it all propelled forward another climax from you, the angle reaching the depths of you, bullying against that spot that made you feel like your body turned into static. “I’m gonna come too, Dew, I’m gonna come with you. Please, come with me.”

“Keep moaning like that for me. You sound so pretty. Scream my name when you come around this cock.” Dewdrop groaned loudly, his cock pulsing inside you, your gummy walls tightening around him like a vice as your orgasm shook you to the core, his own release washing over him along with you.

“Fuck…” Dewdrop panted, collapsing to the ground, bringing you with him. You smiled against his naked chest, the absurdity of having your first time in Hell making you giggle. “What?”

“I lost my virginity in Hell.” You continued to giggle, causing Dewdrop to roll his eyes, chasing your lips until you stopped.

“Wild, isn’t it? But you’re acting like this is over.” Dewdrop growled, and you could feel his cock hardening once again. “I get you all to myself, no one to disturb us, and I’m not going to stop filling up that pussy until I physically can’t anymore. Understand?”

“Yes.” You breathed out shakily, your legs trembling, anticipating the promise of more pleasure.

“Good girl.”

The hill had another path, the path that led to one of the caves on the mountainside, where you and your new mate would spend the rest of your time. You couldn’t even count how many times Dewdrop made love to you, and fucked you. By the second day, your mind was too broken from all the pleasure that you lost track, even of time itself. You two only stopped when you needed to, exhaustion giving way to thirst and hunger, but eating only threw gasoline on the fire that was your lust for each other, your flame growing brighter again. Dewdrop had you in every way you could think of, on your back, your hands and knees, against the walls of the cave. The cave only smelled of fire and sex by the time your mating ritual finally ended.

You were almost sad that you had to go back to Earth, these past several days had you glowing with happiness. But you weren’t from Hell, not truly; your home was at the Abbey, and with Dewdrop. Wherever he went, you knew you’d always follow, even if he wanted to stay in Hell forever.

After being in Hell for so long, coming back through the portal to the dark basement felt like stepping into a freezer, you had to tighten your robe around yourself and lean into Dewdrop for heat. All that preparation and no one thought to have an extra set of clothes ready for when you both returned. But everyone was so happy for you and Dewdrop, it felt like you were newlyweds. But you weren’t, it was something so much more. 

You and Dewdrop were soulmates now–bonded, for all eternity–together as one.

but your mind isn’t focused on the particulars of his changes right now. it’s focused on where he’s approaching you as you’re laid out on the stone altar, his cock in hand and already hard just from seeing you like this. presented pretty as a picture, his sacrifice to the Old One.

“patri nostro qui in infernis est,” he murmurs as he walks up the stairs that lead to you. you want to reach out to him, to pull him against you and feel the warmth of his body, but that’s not what this is about and you don’t want to ruin the ritual he’s spent hours preparing for. baths with herbs, anointing both you and himself with profane oils…

it’s all been leading up to this.

“accipe hoc sacrificium in nomine tuo,” Dewdrop continues, coming to rest next to the altar. he reaches out and makes the sign of the pentagram over your body with his hand, disrupting the incense smoke that hangs in the air around you. the scent of herbs is thick and pungent and you can barely see him through the haze.

his hand lands on your belly, right over your womb. he trails it down to where your clit sits, and you’re already wet— you have been since the moment you felt the cold stone beneath you and had let your legs fall to the side in anticipation of what was to come.

now the ghoul takes the opportunity to slot himself in between them, working his cock in his hand as he looks over you.

“sumus tui.”

he pushes his hips forward, slotting the tip of his cock right against your entrance before he begins to make his way inside you. a gasp falls from your lips at the feeling of his cock, finally, after waiting for so long while Dew made his preparations; it feels so good already and you wonder if there was something magic in the air, something in the incense maybe, to heighten the feeling of him inside you.

perhaps the Old One really was there, watching, lending his power to the two of you.

Dewdrop bottoms out quickly, clearly not wanting to drag this part of the ritual out anymore— you can sense he’s as eager to be inside you as you are to receive him. both of you begin to move your hips as one, rocking together on the altar as the ghoul above you continues to chant out more latin, more words you don’t quite understand.

but what’s truly getting to you is the cock buried deep inside you, Dewdrop’s dick covered in small ridges that rub against the walls of your cunt with every thrust he makes. you can’t stop a moan from slipping past your lips, delighting in the friction that blooms inside you each time he moves.

“how are you liking it?” he asks, as if he can’t see the answer written across your face. you start to roll your eyes but the motion is cut off by a particularly deep thrust that draws a high, breathy gasp from you instead.

“’s’good,” you force out, snapping your hips up to meet him. Dew’s own eyes roll back slightly in his head at your warmth around him, and it’s clear that neither of you are going to last too long like this. it feels too good, the pleasure building in your gut until the ghoul reaches around your body with one of those clawed fingers and presses it into your clit.

he rubs tight circles, building you up over and over until you’re cumming in an instant, clenching tight around his cock inside you. the vice-like grip send him over the edge as well, and the two of you are lost in the throes of passion together. you feel his seed deep inside you, spurts of warm wetness that coat your walls in pearlescent slick.

when Dewdrop finally eases himself back out of your body, it seeps out after him, showing off how he’d claimed your hole— and your virginity. after all, it seemed prudent to find out if you liked cock upon joining the Ministry, seeing as how lust was a big part of the activities that went on. and virginity was hardly anything to make a big deal out of.

“that fucking rocked,” the ghoul says, sliding to the side so that he can collapse on the bed and not onto you. you smile at him and he returns it with one of his own, reaching out to tuck an errant lock of hair behind your ear. the warmth that radiates from him is pleasant, like being outside on a sunny day.

“it did.”

“safe to assume you like dick?”

you nod, settling back against the pillows. there’s a thin sheen of sweat covering you and you have to wipe off between your legs before the cum starts to dry, but just for a moment you want to bask in the feeling you’d just had.

your kit is laid out beside you, polishes and brushes neatly arranged. pulling back from where you’ve been kissing the leather, you instead visually scan the boot for imperfections, looking for places where scuff marks and other dirt have infringed upon the shoe’s surface.

there are more than a few; evidently it’s either been too long since you last did this or Dewdrop’s been working his shoes hard on the recent tour. either way, you have work to do to get them back in working condition.

grabbing your shoe polish, you work it gently into the worst of the marks before choosing one of the horse-hair brushes you have at your disposal. you work slowly, methodically— it’s not a process that can be rushed, especially if you want the spit-shine at the end that you know Dewdrop demands of you. working the polish into the shoe in small circles, you let your head swim with the smell of the chemicals.

there’s just something about being below another person and working carefully, diligently, to take care of them. you know that Dewdrop could easily get another pair of shoes when his are worn, but instead he comes to you, knowing that you will take care of the problems for him. knowing that you will do your best for him.

it thrills you. there’s nothing like it in the world. gently, you buff out every scuff and scrape on the surface of his field boots until the leather is smooth and unblemished once more. once you’re satisfied with your work, you put the polish away and reach for the wax.

spit-shines, made with several layers of wax, water, and sometimes spit, took time to carefully build up. your knees are starting to ache as you work but you ignore the sensation, grabbing the cotton cloth you’d prepared for this. smearing the wax over the toe of the boot, you then start buffing at it with the cloth.

Dewdrop’s humming above you, something tuneless and unrecognizable, but you take it as him being happy with your work so far. smiling to yourself, you continue to alternate between wax, water, and the cloth, polishing the toe of his boot until it shines like a mirror.