“Cirrus, don’t just come out and say it like that. You’ll scare the poor thing,” she sighs, rubbing your back in soothing circles.

Eventually you’re able to breathe properly and squeak out a little, “what?”

“The monstrance clock ritual. You know, the bi-annual one where we all get together and… worship.”

At least you don’t have anything in your mouth when she says it this time. You’re still gobsmacked, though. She can’t help the grin which cracks over her face. Cumulus swats at her.

You like the two ghoulettes. They’d taken you under their wing when you joined the Ministry a few months ago, pointed you in the right direction as you found your feet here. Like tonight, you often find yourself hanging out in their dorm. You might not have been a Sibling for very long but yeah, you’ve heard of the ritual. It sounds… intense, all those people gathering in order to make an offering of their bodies to Him.

You’re kind of intrigued though. You’d be a fool not to be. The idea of it is thrilling. Delicious. 

“Do you… do you two go often?” you ask, trying to sound smooth and utterly failing. Cirrus shrugs.

“Yeah, pretty much every single time. It’s a great way to let off some steam. Fun icebreaker for new members of the church, too.”

She prods you playfully with the toe of her boot. You let your gaze run up her leg and really look at her for a second, her body trapped in all that black. You’d be lying if you said she wasn’t sexy. Cumulus, too. But you can’t just tell your two best friends that they’re hot without feeling… well. A lingering sense of Catholic guilt about the whole thing.

“What’s it like?” you ask quietly. You’re aware Cumulus’s hand is still on your back. It’s warm. You feel your face growing hotter. Are you actually considering this?

“Well, it can be a little overwhelming to start with, but it’s easy to get into. There’s no pressure to do anything. Sometimes people come just to watch and it’s enough for them. If you’re there you’re kinda implying you’re down for anything, but it’s not binding, you can tap out at any time and nobody will mind. Also there’s protein bars and juice boxes if you need a pick-me-up mid session.”

Cirrus lists things on her fingers as she goes, holding eye contact with you. You’re getting hotter. Cumulus is still touching you and you’re excruciatingly aware of it.

“But… but what if…” you trail off. Cumulus puts her finger under your chin.

“Oh, baby. Are you worried nobody is going to want to fuck you?”

You nod, burning under her gaze. She tuts again, softly.

“We’ll bring you with us. We’ll start you off, honey.” Cumulus looks to Cirrus who nods, enthusiastic.

Okay, great, your two very hot ghoul best friends are propositioning you. Cool. Nice. You’re about to burst into flames.

“I don’t think you’ll need to worry. You’ll get a lot of interest, especially because you’re new. The Papas will all want to try you out, as it were,” Cirrus says. “Consider it part of the initiation. I mean, are you really a member of the Ministry if Terzo’s tongue hasn’t been inside you?”

Cumulus laughs at that, but your thoughts have been dragged somewhere you weren’t expecting. The Papas? The idea has you squeezing your legs together, tight. All of them have their allure, of course. Primo is graceful; Secondo severe. Terzo’s a casanova. And Papa Emeritus IV is so sincere in every interaction you’ve ever had with him that you can’t imagine him joining in on a ritual orgy but you’d kinda like to see him in action.

You’d kinda like to see everyone in action.

“Okay,” you squeak. The two ghoulettes look up at you.

“Yeah?” asks Cumulus, softly, her face taking on a wicked smile to match Cirrus’s. You nod.

“Yeah. I wanna do it.”

“Well, you’re gonna wanna go and wash and eat first. It makes the whole thing more pleasant. Wear something easy to take off. And don’t bother with underwear. We’ll pick you up at eleven and head down to the sanctuary,” Cumulus says. You check the time and realise it’s later than you thought - nine pm gives you two hours to get ready. 

“Go on! We’ll see you soon,” Cirrus finishes, shooing you good-naturedly. You practically trip over your habit as you head to the door, heart pounding as you start the walk back to your room.

You do wear something easy to take off. A simple black robe, modest for now, but daring when you know there’s nothing underneath it. You wash your hair, moisturise, put on your best smelling scents. Attempt to look radiant. Stare at yourself in the mirror. Wonder if you’ll be enough. Realise that Cumulus and Cirrus seemed interested in fucking you even when you were in your ordinary habit sprawled out on the bed, and if what they said is true, the very idea of you being something new enough to make you fascinating to everyone else.

“I’ll just do it once, and if it’s bad, I won’t do it again,” you tell your reflection. There’s a knock at the door and you spring up, practically running over to open it.

Cirrus and Cumulus look you up and down, smiling when they see how you’re dressed.

“You look lovely, honey,” Cumulus says, in a voice thick and heavy with desire. You swallow.

“So do you both.”

They do. Black dresses suit them. It leaves nothing to the imagination, and you can’t wait to touch the skin beneath. Yet, when Cirrus reaches out to take your hand, you find that you’re trembling.

“You don’t have to do this,” she says, softly. You swallow down your nerves and shake your head.

“No, I want to. Just… stay with me at first, okay?”

“As if you could stop us,” says Cumulus with a chuckle.

Your hands in theirs, they lead you to the sanctuary. It’s been cleared of pews, the only decorations being hundreds of black candles which light the perimeter of the vast room, a few comfortable leather couches; and the symbols drawn in chalk on the floor. There are dozens of other Siblings here as well as a handful of ghouls; some who you recognise from your time in the Ministry, some of whom are completely new to you. You get a couple of smiles and waves from those you’re more familiar with: a brother who works in the kitchen, a sister who helps Primo in the gardens.

You wonder if you’ll know what they taste like by the end of the evening.

And, of course, there are the Papas. Papa Emeritus IV is standing at the pulpit, the most well-dressed of the crowd in his papal vestments. The previous Papas are wearing simple robes, sporting none of their usual grandeur - but you understand that accessibility is the code of the evening.

Their eyes flick over to you as you make your way into the crowd. You’ve been noticed. A chill runs up your spine and it’s thrilling. You wonder what they have in store. You hope it’s wicked. 

There’s some muttering as you all wait for the ritual to begin, Cumulus and Cirrus squeezing your hands. A few more people join the room before the heavy wooden doors are closed for the evening, sealing you in, as it were - and there is the brassy, loud sound of a clock beginning to strike. You’re not sure from where it tolls, but it reverberates throughout the room.

Here goes nothing.

Papa Emeritus IV begins to read from some old, leather-bound book. Your Latin is not word-perfect but you can pick out some key phrases: Desire. Flesh. Offering. The tension in the room is palpable as he reads, the gathered ritual-goers growing more excited, hands already beginning to wander in anticipation. You’re going to burst, you just can’t take any more, and then—

“In His name, we begin.”

Papa slams the book shut with a resounding clap. You look at Cumulus.

“So, uh, how do we–”

And then she’s kissing you.

Her mouth is soft but insistent on yours, holding your face between her hands. You moan against her and part your lips, making room for her tongue when she swipes it out. Your body responds immediately. It’s like electricity, jumping all over your skin directly from her fingertips, a live wire directly to your cunt. 

Another pair of hands are on your body and you know they’re Cirrus’s. She maps out the shape of your body with her palms, admiring your curves before coming up to squeeze your tits. You squeak into Cumulus’s mouth.

“So eager, hmm?” she purrs in your ear. You break the kiss just long enough to nod enthusiastically.

“Yeah. Yes,” you choke. Cirrus spins you around so she can kiss you and Cumulus is happy to relinquish her hold on you, but only so that she can reach down and start pulling up the hem of your robe. She chuckles when she finds you bare.

“Ahh, you did what we asked. Good pet,” Cumulus says, and you might just come from that, actually. She slowly lifts your robe off of you and you straighten your arms without hesitation so she can undress you properly. For a second you’re worried things are going too quickly, but a little look around the room shows you are far from the only naked one. People have flocked together, bare, kissing and touching and caressing. A few in pairs, wrapped in each other; most in groups passing themselves around. They’re lost in the desire of it all, in this carnal form of worship. You feel yourself getting more aroused from just watching it all.

Then Cirrus slides her hand over your cunt and you almost combust.

“So wet already…” she hums, pausing only so she can undress herself. Her dark grey skin is beautiful in the candlelight. You feel Cumulus doing something similar, her body pressing into yours, and then they’re both touching between your legs. Cirrus keeps her mouth on you as Cumulus litters you with kisses and bites over your shoulders, giggling as you begin to lose yourself in it all.

“Aww, you gonna come, sweetheart?” Cirrus teases. With her fingers on your clit you’re not sure how you can hold back, and when Cumulus shoves your legs just far enough apart to slide hers inside you, your whole body lights up.

You come on their hands, body trembling as you relax into their embrace. They hold you through it, petting your body, running their nails across your hot skin, tweaking your nipples to heighten the experience. You even feel a tongue dart out to lick around your areola and you choke a bit.

“That… that was…” you begin, but you realise another presence has joined you. 

“Hey Dew,” Cirrus says, trailing her knuckles along your arm in sweet possessiveness. “Come to join us, or try your luck with the newbie?”

“If she’ll have me,” he says, cocking his head at his fellow ghouls and a smile at you. You can see he’s already hard, his ghoulish length ridged unlike a human’s, deliciously impressive and bobbing against his stomach. Fuck. Yeah. You’ll have him.

You feel a little bad, about to offer to return the orgasm Cirrus and Cumulus just bestowed upon you, but they push you into Dewdrop’s arms when they see how excited you are.

“You go have fun, honey,” says Cumulus, kissing at Cirrus’s neck.

“And you thought nobody would wanna fuck you…” Cirrus says to you. Dew raises his eyebrows.

“You thought nobody would wanna fuck you, baby? Oh, that’s so sad. You’re gorgeous.”

Your lips are already puffy from the attention of the ghoulettes, but when Dewdrop kisses you, you can’t help but moan into it. His mouth is firmer than Cumulus’s, more insistent, tongue diving against yours when you relax into his chest. He carefully steers you backwards, never breaking contact, and you feel soft leather hit the back of your legs. You collapse into the sofa and let him crawl over you, hands coming to cup your tits, digging his clever fingers into needy flesh. You moan. You can’t say you’ve never admired Dewdrop, the way he can so masterfully play his guitar onstage, it’s fucking mesmerising. Secretly, you’ve wondered what those fingers can do to you. But then…

Your hand reaches out to wrap around him and he chokes into your mouth, groaning as you begin to pump him, feeling every ridge of his strange, demonic cock. He’s warm in your hand, heavy, and you’re suddenly full of curiosity.

“Dew?”

“Mmm?” he mutters against your skin, dropping his mouth to your neck so he can work at the skin there, pressing his teeth over the nibbles Cumulus already gave you. You’ll be a palimpsest of their affections later, of bitemarks and bruises; but you can’t bring yourself to mind.

“Can I suck you off?”

He goes still.

“Fuck, yeah, baby.”

You push him back so you can rearrange yourselves, him sitting on the sofa and you between his legs. He grips the leather arms as you take his cock in your hand, looking up and grinning at him before you run your tongue along the vein on his underside. He tries not to buck.

“Shit, yeah, that’s it…”

You’re glad he seems to be just as swept up in all of this as you are. When your lips close around the tip his eyes roll back and he tangles his fingers in your hair. You begin to sink your mouth down on him, tasting every ridge of his ghoulish sex, surprised to find he tastes slightly sweeter than the humans you’ve been with. Maybe it’s to attract desperate little things to you like him. It’s working.

There are a pair of hands on your hips, gloved - not Dew’s. You stop sucking just long enough to look round.

Angular papal paints, dark hair, a wicked look in his mismatched eyes. Mostly undressed by now, but a billowing shirt still on. Terzo smiles.

“Nice to meet you, tesoro. I’m glad you came down to join us tonight.”

He reaches over to press a kiss on your back and you mewl at it. He leaves an imprint of black lips on your spine, his little mark on your for the evening. 

“I’ve been watching you for a while, now. You’re… intriguing. You already seem to be satisfying our friend here…” he nods up to Dew who’s watching you, wide-eyed and eager to see what you will do to him next. “...so I know your mouth is talented. But I want to know how your cunt tastes. Will you allow me?”

You’re frozen for a moment before you nod so hard you almost give yourself whiplash.

“Yeah. Yes, please, Papa.”

“Please what, tesoro?”

He’s grinning, cheeky. A man who likes to hear explicitly what he’s being asked for.

“Please eat me out.”

He taps your hip, getting you to shift up so he can position himself beneath you before he pulls you cunt-first onto his face. You moan as his tongue finds where you need it most, diving inside you, and Cirrus’s words from earlier ring in your mind.

Are you really a member of the Ministry if Terzo’s tongue hasn’t been inside you?

You are now, you suppose, because you can feel him press it into your pussy, tasting your wetness directly from the source. He knows just how to use his mouth, alternating between kissing at your clit before licking all the way down to the rim of your other hole, making you squeal. 

Still, though, there is the matter of the ghoul in front of you. It would be rude to ignore him, so you try to concentrate on poor Dew, too. You press your lips along the side of his now-weeping cock and he groans, throwing his head back on the sofa.

“There we go, baby. Fuck, you’re so good at this. You like being eaten out by a Papa, huh?” asks the ghoul, cocking a brow. You nod around his dick, taking him as deep into your mouth as you can. He grips the leather so hard he rips it with his claws, cursing in Infernal. You don’t speak it but you’re pan-lingual enough when it comes to sex to know you’re doing a good job. 

You’re going to get lost in the pleasure of this all so you try to ground yourself: everything Terzo does to your cunt you try and replicate on Dew’s cock. Terzo licks a stripe along your pussy, you lick one down Dew’s shaft. Papa plays with your clit, you press your tongue into his slit. You hear Terzo is vocalising enthusiastically under you and you turn for a second to look over your shoulder, only to find another ghoul pressing the third Emeritus’s cock down his throat. Omega - you think that’s his name - winks at you as he notices your attention is now on him, but a hand on your head draws you back to what’s at hand.

“Sweetheart, I’m close… please…” chokes Dew, and you focus your attention on him once again. The pressure in your cunt is building and you press your lips down onto his cock, taking him fully down to the base.

“Fuck!” Dew chokes, coming down your throat in hot jets. You grin around him as Terzo trips you over the edge and you soak his face with your orgasm, a tight spring unwound for the second time tonight. 

Hopefully there will be more. 

Not wanting to crush him with the full weight of your orgasm-weak body - though, knowing Terzo, he might think it’s the best way to go - you climb off of the previous Papa and his mouth is immediately taken up by Omega, the two of them wrapping into an embrace and getting lost in each other. It feels almost too intimate to watch. You’re pulled back into the moment when you realise Dew is stroking your arm affectionately. 

“Those two always find each other in these things,” he hums, pressing his lips to the back of your hand. You reach down and kiss him properly, letting him taste his own release on your tongue, and he groans into your mouth. You’re about to go for round two with him, when suddenly you feel two strong hands on your waist and you’re being hoisted onto someone’s shoulder.

“Eep-!”

“Hey, we were about to—”

“She’ll be back later, Dew.”

It’s Mountain, the tallest ghoul in the pack. Dew scoffs as you’re taken away but someone else soon takes up his attention and empty lap, so you can’t feel too bad about it.

You look down at Mountain with wide eyes as he carries you across the room, floor full of siblings taking their pleasure from each other. 

“M-Mountain?” you manage. Hearing his name from your lips makes him smirk.

“You’ve been asked for,” he says, giving your ass a slap for good measure, his fingers stroking along your wetness. 

“By… by you?”

He chuckles.

“No. We can go later, if you’ll have me,” he says, his timbre low, and you find yourself nodding.

“Yes, yes please.”

“Eager.” It isn’t an insult. He carefully places you down on your feet, gesturing to the sofa behind you. You turn and gasp.

Primo and Secondo are sharing a sister. Secondo’s cock is down her throat, Primo taking long, languid movements of his hips to fuck her. Her eyes are rolling back in her head in a way which sends a lightning bolt straight to your cunt. Totally lost in the haze of being taken by two Papas who know how to drag pleasure out of her body, she can only mewl as she finds her release and they come inside her soon after. Carefully she removes herself from them, wiping her brow, giving them both a little smile and nod as she stands on shaky legs. Despite the cum dripping out from between her thighs they’re both still hard.

“Thank you, Papas,” she says hoarsely, timidly, but with an air of total satisfaction.

“Enjoy your evening, Sister,” Primo says, and then their gazes are on you.

Oh. You realise who you’ve been summoned by.

The sister shoots you an enthusiastic thumbs up as she walks away, tumbling into Mountian’s arms who scoops her up - either to take care of her, or fuck her further, or maybe both - and you’re beckoned to take her place on the sofa. You do, anticipation making you tremble, kneeling on the middle seat.

“Aren’t you a pretty sight, bella?” Primo hums, his long fingers reaching out to stroke the side of your face. You nuzzle into his touch and he caresses your cheek, bringing you down for a kiss which you lean into gratefully. His mouth tastes of cunt - probably the previous sister’s - and it’s so erotic you jolt at the tang. You feel Secondo grab your ass, giving your cheeks an appreciative squeeze, fingers digging into the meat of it before he gives it a slap which has you squealing.

“Such a pretty little cunt, sorella. I can’t believe nobody here has filled it up yet…” he growls, and you’re almost coming there and then. He angles your hips so he can position himself better and then he’s pressing into you, his cock taking up the space throbbing inside you that was desperate to be filled. He groans as he slides in, inch by inch, until his hips finally sit flush with yours.

“Ah, look at you… taking me so well…” he gives a hard thrust and you yelp, hot with the pleasure of it all. Primo’s hand rests in your hair and gently guides you towards his length and you open your mouth like a good little sorella, sucking him up to the base while looking up at him through fluttering eyelashes. Primo hisses in pleasure and comes to cup your jaw so he can feel himself in your throat, then gently encourages you to begin to work up and down his shaft.

You needn’t bother finding a rhythm, because it is then that Secondo starts in earnest. His hips slam into you with such roughness that you’re seeing stars, and as he fucks you, you begin to move up and down on Primo’s cock from the sheer force of it.

“That’s it… take us… ah, bellissima…” Primo hums as you take him as far down your throat as you can. His cock is long but not so thick that your jaw aches, which you’re thankful for, but it does choke you just a delicious amount. Tears form in your eyes from the overstimulation and all you can do is let your body go slack as they use you, bouncing you between them and feeding pleasure into you from it.

Your next orgasm is building. Your cunt is beginning to spasm around Secondo and he can feel it, pushing in and out of you at a punishing pace. You take Primo to the hilt, burying your face in the coarse hair at his base, and his hand slips around your throat. Your release crashes over you like a tsunami hitting a beach, flooding the second Papa completely. He hisses in satisfaction as he comes inside of you and you drip down his cock in return, painting your walls with his spend, and Primo finishes in your mouth.

You collapse into the sofa, and they slowly slide out of you. Your pussy and jaw sting in a delicious way as they retreat and, with a dull amazement, you realise they’re both still hard. You glance up at Primo who chuckles.

“Call it a Satanic gift, sorella. All Papas have similar blessings. Thank you for joining us.”

You turn and see Mountain is back, looming dutifully, a brother now at his side. Their next offering, you suppose - he looks excited and you can’t blame him. You bid the Papas farewell and give the new brother a squeeze on his shoulder of solidarity before Mountain offers you his arm.

“Are you alright?” he asks, gently, and you nod. 

“Yeah. Dizzy. I think I need a snack.”

“Let’s get you to the refreshments.”

You put your hand in the crook of his elbow and let him walk you past the groups of brothers and sisters who have fallen into each other. Though you’ve already come three times, the sight of it all makes you wet again. You can see Terzo on all fours being taken by Omega, the two of them lost in their own world; Cirrus and Cumulus have located Aurora and brought her into their embrace. It’s only when you feel something being pressed into your hand you realise Mountain has given you a protein bar.

“Eat,” he instructs, watching you raptly as you open it and devour it. It might be the most delicious thing you’ve ever tasted, but you have just had two loads of jizz in your mouth, so that probably helps. When you’re done he takes the wrapper and passes you a juice box, already impaled with a little plastic straw, which you slurp down greedily. Your poor throat has been through a lot and needs some soothing.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“So do you just like… collect people for the Papas? Or do you like to join in?” you ask, eyes trailing down his thick frame to the heavy cock he’s sporting, rising in interest. He huffs under your gaze, a little shy.

“I participate occasionally. But mostly I like to watch,” he confesses, his dark eyes fixed on you. Oh. You can certainly put on a show if he’s interested, and as your hand goes for another juice box —

Your fingers brush someone else’s.

You withdraw, jumping, and turn to face their owner. It’s Papa Emeritus IV, his smeared papal paints revealing he must have just been with a partner. Partners, perhaps. His eyes are wide as he takes you in - you must be a mess - but the look he gives you is one of appreciation, not judgement.

“Oh! Sister. You have been enjoying yourself, eh?” he asks, with a wink. You feel your face grow hot all over again.

“Yes, Papa, thank you, I am. And yourself?”

“Ah, these rituals are always good fun, hm? They’re great for morale, you know!” he says, as if he’s talking about a damned work retreat. It’s cute. He’s cute. He picks up the juice box you both reached for and offers it to you.

“Oh, that’s very kind, Papa. We could… we could share it, though?” you suggest, and his eyes go wide.

“I’d enjoy that.”

You look over your shoulder to where Mountain remains, an eyebrow cocked at your strange flirtation.

“Can… can Mountain watch?” you ask. Papa swallows thickly and nods.

“Sì. I’d enjoy that, too.”

When he kisses you he tastes of sex. Anonymous partners linger on his tongue and you moan into it, his arms wrapping around you to bring you closer. You cling onto his shoulders as he hefts you up to sit you on the corner of the snack table, his hand reaching between your legs as his hips push them open. 

“Already been used, hm? Fuck, sorella, you didn’t hesitate to jump in…” he hums. You giggle and kiss him again - only taking a break so you can have a sip of your juice. You beckon him forward and open your mouth, swilling it between the two of you and encouraging him to drink. You did say you’d share, after all. He moans in satisfaction at the filth of it and does as you bid.

“I didn’t. But I want you now, Papa. Will you have me?”

His mismatched eyes grow dark with desire as he swipes his thumb over your clit, gleeful in how you keel and moan at his contact. You glance over to Mountain who’s grown hard by this point, cock in his fist as he watches his Papa manoeuvre you so he can slide inside. You gasp at how sensitive you’ve become, your poor pussy practically tingling as he begins to cant his hips. 

“Cazzo… look at you… you were built for this… to be here with us and worship tonight… I’m sure the Old One is watching you…” he rasps, pressing messy kisses down the length of your body, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth and sucking hard. You yelp and watch him, admiring the smear of black paint he leaves on you. Marked by the current Papa as well as Terzo, how delicious. You won’t touch it for the rest of the night, you don’t think. 

You lie back, shoving the table clear, letting your Papa and Mountain get a good view of how your tits bounce as you’re fucked. Emeritus groans, slightly obsessed with them, tweaking you until you cry out under the sting of pleasure-pain. His cock hits all the right places, brushing against that sweet spot inside you, and you know you’re going to come again; especially when his hand drops to start roughly fingering your clit.

“Yes-yes-yes-there-there-there—!” you whine, tempted to screw your eyes shut, but preferring to look at Mountain. The ghoul is lost in the two of you, his hand practically a blur as he fucks himself, and as you come all over Emeritus’s cock Mountain spills over his own fist with a bitten-off roar.

Papa pulls out and coats your stomach with his cum, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. You think the earth might be shaking.

“Fuck,” you breathe, watching as he reaches up from your cunt to rub his own release into your skin, marking you as his. He’s still hard. He doesn’t appear to be interested in moving on yet, grabbing an ankle and kissing up your leg, hot gaze trained on you. 

“Another, sorella?” he asks. 

With that, your mind is made up. 

You’re going to come back next ritual. 

but if you keep insisting, he'd give in

It would happen in the ghoul den, with enough mattresses on the ground to make sure neither of you fall too hard

You two stand on opposite ends. waiting to see who will makes the first move, before you leap forward

You crash into him, trying to tackle him down to the ground as quick as he can, but he reacts faster than you expect, quickly flipping you around, off him, and back on your feet just as quickly as you lunged at him

He's quick to get back on you, but you attempt to use his height to your advantage and crawl on him

It ends up in a power struggle, and both your antlers end up clashing together

Each clack against one another just adds more fuel to the fire, the power struggle becoming more and more intense

Mountain is, however, very careful of your antlers, afraid to chip or break them, especially if they had just recently started growing in

Mountain would more than likely let you win, afraid to hurt your ego as much as your body

Unless you had begged him to give it his all or had pushed his buttons just a little too much

It ends with the two of you down on the ground, a giggly tangle of limbs

Once both of your breathing returns to normal, Mountain would move the two of you into a more normal, comfortable position

He'd want to be a gentleman and get you some water, but if you say you don't need anything then trust he will not be moving from that position

With all the energy the two of you spent, it doesn't take long for both your eyelids to start feeling heavy, and the mattresses on the floor seem rather comfortable

Don't worry though. mountain won't fall asleep before you do, but once you're out, he curls his body around you protectively and falls asleep on top of you

Mountain slumped onto the bed, sighing heavily as he bounced softly on the plush springs. The day had dragged on endlessly, each hour dragging him further into a storm of stress and fatigue. He could feel the tension in his muscles, the tight knots in his back that throbbed with every movement, and the cramping beginning to form in his legs, a testament to the physically demanding tasks he’d faced. All he wanted was to escape into the soothing embrace of sleep.

Curling up onto his side, he nestled into the cool sheets, the soft fabric a welcome contrast to the roughness of his day. As he logged onto Instagram, the flickering glow of his phone illuminated the dim room, casting playful shadows against the walls. It was a moment of solace, a brief respite from the chaos of the outside world.

Then, your most recent picture appeared on his timeline, and a jolt of electricity surged through him. You were stunning, radiating a captivating allure that pulled him in like a moth to a flame. The memory of the dress you wore last night flickered in his mind—a form-fitting creation that hugged your curves perfectly, its delicate fabric accentuating every feature that drove him wild. He could almost see it bunched up around your waist, his imagination running riot as he pictured the scene.

His heart raced at the thought, and he cursed under his breath, shaking his head as he tried to dispel the imagery. No. He couldn’t think like that. Not now, not when he was exhausted and vulnerable. But the temptation lingered, clawing at the edges of his mind like an unquenchable fire. He longed to reach out, to hold you close, to forget the weight of the world for just a moment.

He swiped through your photos, each one more intoxicating than the last—your smile, your laughter, the way your eyes sparkled with mischief. Each image only deepened his frustration and desire, intertwining with the stress of the day, creating a tangled web of emotions he found hard to unravel. The solitude of his room felt stifling, an echo of his longing that was now amplified by your presence on his screen.

Mountain’s thoughts drifted, his body still heavy with weariness yet somehow ignited by an unshakeable yearning. The contrast of his physical exhaustion and the vivid allure of you made his chest tighten. He wanted to rest, to forget his troubles, but he also craved something more—something electric, passionate, and intoxicating.

With a deep breath, he set his phone down, staring at the ceiling as he tried to clear his head. The images of you still danced in his mind, teasing him mercilessly. Perhaps a little distraction would help? A warm shower, a drink, or maybe… just maybe, a little bit of magic to soothe his aching body and restless thoughts. He could picture you there beside him, laughter filling the air, and a shiver of anticipation raced down his spine.

He rubbed his hands over his face, trying to scrub the image of you beneath him from his mind, but it was too late. The fantasy had taken root, blossoming into something far too vivid to ignore. His body was already responding, a heat rising in him that seemed to defy his efforts to suppress it.

With a frustrated sigh, he sat up, his heart pounding as he fought to regain control. The bed felt too soft, too inviting, and his thoughts were spiralling into tantalising possibilities. The way you had looked in that dress—the way it had clung to your body, accentuating your curves—sent a rush of heat coursing through him. He could almost feel your skin beneath his fingertips, the way your body would yield to his touch, inviting him in, urging him to explore.

Mountain clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palms as if to ground himself. He was all too aware of the growing tension in his lower abdomen, a primal response that stirred within him, demanding attention. It was maddening. No, he thought firmly, pushing back against the wave of desire. He needed to focus on anything else—work, the tasks ahead, the mess he’d need to clean—but his mind was relentless, cycling back to you.

He stood abruptly, pacing the room as he tried to shake off the intrusive thoughts. Each step seemed to echo with the memory of your laughter, the way your eyes sparkled with mischief, and the intoxicating scent of your perfume. It wrapped around him like a fog, clouding his judgment and amplifying his longing.

“Get a grip,” he muttered to himself, the words barely making it past clenched teeth. But as he turned, his gaze fell upon the fleshlight sitting innocently on the bedside table—a recent acquisition, born of desperation and curiosity. The relic hummed softly, as if it sensed his turmoil, and suddenly, he felt a magnetic pull toward it.

Could it really help him escape the throbbing desire that gripped him so tightly? With a tentative hand, he reached for the enchanted device, the cool surface grounding him momentarily as he contemplated his options. It had been whispered among friends that this magical relic could bring fantasies to life, enabling a connection that was both intimate and otherworldly.

Magic? As if. That sounded like the plot of a shitty smutty novel. There was no magic in the real world.

He glanced back at his phone, at your radiant smile, and felt a surge of determination wash over him. Why not give it a try? Perhaps, just this once, he could indulge in a fantasy—a fleeting moment of pleasure that could distract him from the gnawing stress of the day.

With a deep breath, Mountain took a seat on the edge of the bed, the tension still simmering within him as he examined the magical fleshlight in his hands. If there was ever a time to explore the boundary between reality and fantasy, it was now. He was ready to surrender, if only for a little while.

He ran his finger over the fleshlight’s clitoris, the smooth surface cool against his heated skin. The mere touch sent a shiver down his spine, igniting a flicker of anticipation in his belly. The magical device seemed to hum with energy, almost as if it were alive, responding to his touch and urging him to let go of his inhibitions. As his imagination began to weave vivid images of you, he closed his eyes, allowing the fantasy to envelop him.

*

Meanwhile, you were sitting in the library, surrounded by towering shelves filled with dusty tomes and parchment scrolls. The warm, golden light from the lamps cast a comforting glow, but it did little to dispel the exhaustion that clung to you like a second skin. Traveling for the Ministry had worn you out, leaving a mountain of work to tackle. You felt as if you were drowning beneath the weight of it all, buried under reports and briefings that demanded your attention.

Determined to catch up, you hunched over your desk, your quill scratching furiously against the parchment. The words began to blur together as your mind wandered, drawn back to thoughts of Mountain. You couldn’t shake the image of him, powerful and stoic, but with an undeniable softness lurking beneath the surface. That intense gaze of his always made your heart race, igniting a warmth that spread through you.

It was maddening, really, how one thought of him could send your concentration spiraling. You shifted in your chair, the tension in your back protesting the long hours spent hunched over your work. A sigh escaped your lips as you glanced at the clock, realising how late it had grown. The library felt even quieter now, the stillness pressing in around you, amplifying your restlessness.

But that was when you felt it. A sudden, electrifying swipe over your clitoris, sending shockwaves of sensation coursing through your body. You froze, your pen hovering above the notebook, heart racing as confusion and curiosity battled within you. What on earth was happening?

You glanced around the library, half-expecting to see someone teasing you, but the room remained empty, the silence thick with the weight of ancient knowledge. The sensation pulsed again, rhythmic and insistent, as if someone—something—was touching you beneath your clothes. Your breath caught in your throat, the combination of surprise and intrigue igniting a warmth deep within. You stood up and moved seats, thinking that was the problem, but when the swipe came a second time, you almost screamed. It felt so good, somehow?

With every pulse, the sensation felt more intense and quicker, drawing you deeper into an exhilarating haze. You clenched your thighs together, instinctively searching for relief as you fought to maintain your composure. The rhythmic touches seemed to dance along your most sensitive areas, teasing and inviting with each electric caress.

Your breath hitched as you pressed your legs together, seeking some form of control, but the warmth pooled low in your belly, a heated pressure that was becoming increasingly impossible to ignore. You bit your lip, trying to focus on the paper in front of you, but the words swam before your eyes, fading into the background as your entire being concentrated on the sensation that was almost overwhelming.

What if it was Mountain? The thought sent a shiver through you. You had shared so many lingering glances, those moments charged with unspoken desire. Your brain kept showing you images of him next to you, hands beneath your habit and flicking over your clit so expertly, you were getting closer and closer to the precipice by the second.

Another pulse shot through you, sharper and more insistent than before. You gasped, gripping the edge of the desk for support. Your mind raced, torn between the fantasy of Mountain orchestrating this and the reality of being in the library, surrounded by centuries of knowledge and solitude.

The teasing sensation flickered again, and you could feel it mirroring the rhythm of your heartbeat, tugging at your very core. You could hardly contain yourself; a soft moan escaped your lips, echoing against the high ceilings of the library. The sound startled you, and you quickly glanced around, but there was still no one in sight.

Swallowing hard, you weighed your options. You could leave the library, escape this unexpected spell, or you could embrace it, surrender to the sensations that were taking over your body. The tension in your back seemed to dissipate, replaced by a throbbing warmth that surged through you with every pulse.

You took a deep breath, heart pounding in anticipation. What would happen if you let yourself explore this strange new sensation? What if this was a glimpse into something deeper, something shared with Mountain that had yet to be spoken?

Finally, you settled back into your seat, heart racing as you surrendered to the unknown. With each wave of pleasure, you began to ride the rhythm, feeling the magic course through you. The lines of reality blurred as you imagined Mountain’s hands—strong yet gentle—working their magic on you. The fantasies you had buried deep within began to surface, filling your mind with images of him, of you, lost in a world of desire.

As you surrendered to the sensations, a part of you still wondered how long you could remain in this secret world, caught between the throes of pleasure and the reality of your surroundings. But for now, all that mattered was the intoxicating feeling of the unknown, and the powerful connection that pulsed between you and Mountain, drawing you ever closer.

The sensations grew stronger, more insistent, every pulse of pleasure pushing you closer to the edge. Your grip tightened on the edge of the desk, knuckles white as you fought to keep silent, your breath coming in shallow, shaky gasps. The magical teasing seemed to know exactly where to touch, how to drive you wild without mercy, each wave of pleasure more intense than the last. You could barely focus on anything but the pressure building inside you, hot and unbearable.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you tried to stifle the moans threatening to escape your lips. The last thing you wanted was for anyone to walk in and find you like this, overwhelmed by invisible hands, pleasure coursing through you in the middle of the quiet library. But the thought of being caught only seemed to heighten the thrill, a dangerous mix of arousal and anticipation that made the heat within you coil tighter.

The rhythm became more relentless, the electric pulses caressing your clitoris and sending jolts of pleasure through your entire body. You pressed your thighs together again, trying to ease the tension, but it only made the feeling more intense, more impossible to resist. Your body was trembling, your heart pounding in your chest, your breaths coming in quick, ragged bursts as the wave of ecstasy swelled higher and higher.

Your mind was a blur, filled with images of Mountain—his hands on you, his body pressed against yours. You could almost feel him there, his touch, his breath on your skin. The fantasy had completely taken over, and you no longer cared about anything but the release that was building inside you, stronger and stronger with each passing second.

And then, it hit.

A final pulse, stronger and more intense than before, surged through you, and suddenly, you were there, on the edge of oblivion. You gasped, your back arching as your entire body tensed, the pleasure overwhelming, almost too much to bear. The climax washed over you in powerful waves, each one more intense than the last, leaving you trembling, breathless, your mind utterly consumed by the moment.

Your hands clutched the desk, your thighs clamped together as the pleasure coursed through you, your heart pounding in your ears as you rode the waves of ecstasy. You couldn’t hold back the soft moan that escaped your lips, your body shaking as you finally surrendered to the release you’d been fighting.

For a moment, the world seemed to stop. Everything was still, your mind lost in the afterglow, your body limp and sated. The heat slowly began to ebb away, leaving a warm, languid feeling in its wake. You slumped in your chair, chest heaving, your skin flushed and your limbs heavy. The library was silent once again, save for the sound of your ragged breathing as you came down from the high.

You opened your eyes, still dazed, your body tingling with the remnants of pleasure. The magic had faded, leaving you alone once more. You glanced around, half-expecting someone to have noticed, but the library remained as quiet and still as ever. No one had witnessed your moment of ecstasy, and for that, you were grateful.

*

Mountain felt the fleshlight twitch in his hands, the silicone pulsing rhythmically under his touch. It was strange, almost unnerving, how lifelike it felt—warm and supple, as though it had a mind of its own. He reasoned it must have been designed that way, engineered to feel as close to the real thing as possible. After all, the material had to have some give; otherwise, it would be difficult to fuck.

But this… this felt different. Too real.

Curiosity burned within him, and without thinking, he removed his thumb from the fleshlight’s clit and slid a finger into the vaginal hole. He half-expected to feel nothing but cold silicone or mechanical resistance, but the moment his fingertip pressed inside, he froze.

“Fuck…” he muttered, his breath catching in his throat.

The interior was silky smooth, impossibly warm, and slick with wetness, as though it had already been perfectly lubricated just for him. His finger sank deeper, and he swore he felt the walls subtly pulse around him, hugging his digit with a grip that sent a jolt of arousal straight through his core. It felt as though he had slipped his finger inside a real pussy—alive, warm, and so damn wet.

It was too much.

The thought hit him like a lightning bolt, sending a rush of blood straight to his length, which was already half-hard, now straining against his trousers. He glanced down, feeling the growing pressure, but his mind couldn’t tear away from the fleshlight and its surreal sensations. His pulse quickened as he slowly curled his finger inside the toy, feeling the textured inner walls respond to his every movement, as if the toy were reacting, pulling him in.

“Holy shit…” he whispered under his breath, barely able to believe what he was experiencing.

The slickness inside only made his cock throb with more need, the pressure building rapidly in his groin. His mind wandered back to the vivid images of you that had plagued him all night. He imagined it wasn’t just his finger inside this magical device, but his cock, sinking deep into that same warmth, feeling your body move beneath him, wrapped around him. He could almost hear the sound of your breath hitching in pleasure, see the way your body would react to every thrust.

His arousal was becoming impossible to ignore, his length now fully hard, aching to be touched. The wetness coating his finger made him desperate to feel more, to know what it would be like to sink himself completely into the impossible magic of this fleshlight.

But something nagged at him in the back of his mind. Why did this feel so different? So personal? It wasn’t just a toy; it was something more, something… connected.

Mountain exhaled sharply, pulling his finger out and wiping it on his trousers as he debated whether to continue. His cock twitched in anticipation, and the need for release was undeniable. He had to know just how far this could go.

His hand drifted to the waistband of his trousers, the decision already made.

*

You had felt the initial intrusion, the unexpected presence inside you, no thicker than a finger. It wasn’t moving with any intent to please, merely exploring your most intimate space, as if testing the waters, feeling out your warmth. A breath caught in your throat, and you slumped over the desk, your hand flying to your mouth, desperate to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. Your body shivered in response, torn between confusion and the undeniable arousal that was building deep within you.

The slow, teasing movements left you trembling, and while it wasn’t enough to satisfy the aching need between your legs, the anticipation was maddening. You squeezed your thighs together, trying to create some friction, something to ease the growing heat. But the moment you began to settle into the sensation, it stopped. The presence withdrew, and you were left empty, unsatisfied, your slick, needy cunt clenching around nothing.

A soft whimper escaped your lips, muffled by the back of your hand. A part of you was disappointed, frustrated even, that it had left. Your body was throbbing, aching for more—more of whatever that was, more of what it had been building toward. Your pulse was racing, and the quiet library around you suddenly felt too confining, too stifling. You couldn’t stay here, not like this.

Your legs felt weak as you stood, the lingering heat between your thighs making every movement feel laboured. You glanced around the empty room, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks as if someone might have seen your inner turmoil, but the library remained silent and still. The quiet was too much now, the weight of your arousal pressing down on you, urging you to seek relief. You needed more than just that teasing touch; you needed release. And you needed it now.

Quickly, you began packing up your things, your fingers fumbling as you tried to gather your quill and parchment. Your mind was already somewhere else, picturing what awaited you once you could find privacy. The thought of it—of taking care of yourself, of chasing the release that had been cruelly denied in the library—sent a fresh wave of heat through you.

With your belongings hastily stuffed into your bag, you headed toward the door, your breath uneven as you made your way out of the library. The cool air of the hallway did little to calm the fire raging inside you. You had to find somewhere—anywhere—you could be alone and finish what had been started.

Your legs moved quickly beneath you, instinct driving you toward the nearest private space, your heart pounding with anticipation as the memory of that teasing touch replayed in your mind.

You left the library in a hurry, taking a sharp left down the corridor toward your room, your mind laser-focused on finding relief. Each step was torture, your knees weak and trembling, barely able to support your body as the weight of your arousal pressed down on you. The cool air of the hallway did nothing to ease the growing heat between your thighs, and you quickened your pace, desperate to reach the privacy of your room.

But just as you rounded the corner, a new sensation hit you.

Dread pooled in your stomach as you felt your folds part, something heavy and hard sliding between them. You gasped, eyes widening in shock, feeling a thick pressure press against your clit. It wasn’t the slow, teasing touch from before—it was urgent, insistent, and so overwhelmingly real that you couldn’t hold back the shaky moan that escaped your lips. The sensation was distracting, too distracting, and in your attempt to keep moving, you stumbled.

Your legs gave out beneath you, and with a gasp, you fell to the ground, your belongings scattering across the wooden floor. Pens, paper and books slipped from your grasp, your bag tumbling open as you struggled to regain control of your body. The thick presence between your legs remained, rubbing insistently against your clit with every movement, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you as you lay there, heart racing and breath ragged.

Your hands shot down instinctively, as though to push whatever it was away, but there was nothing tangible, nothing you could grasp. It was as if some invisible force was teasing you, pressing into you with an unrelenting rhythm that made it impossible to think straight.

You tried to stand, pushing yourself up with trembling arms, but the pleasure was so intense that you collapsed again, your knees refusing to support your weight. Another shudder ran through you, your body betraying you as the rubbing against your clit continued, the sensation almost unbearable. You squeezed your thighs together, but it only seemed to make it worse, the pressure building with every second.

“Fuck…” you whispered, your voice barely more than a breathless gasp. You had no control over your body anymore. The sensation between your legs had taken over, and all you could do was grip the floor beneath you, helpless against the mounting pleasure.

The hallway was empty, but you were still exposed, vulnerable. You needed to get up, needed to reach your room where you could finally give in to what your body craved. But as another pulse of pleasure shot through you, you weren’t sure you’d even make it.

A stroke of luck emerged, catching your eye in the midst of your frantic struggle—the door to a cleaning closet, left slightly ajar. Relief mixed with desperation as you quickly gathered your scattered belongings, your hands shaking as you scrambled to your feet. You couldn’t make it much further; your knees were barely holding you upright as it was, and the relentless pressure between your thighs was making it impossible to think straight.

Without a second thought, you rushed toward the open door, heart pounding in your chest. As soon as you stumbled inside, you slammed it shut behind you, pressing your back against the wood. There was no lock, but if you could just stay quiet—if you could hold out here for a few moments—you might make it through this without being caught. The small space was dimly lit, filled with shelves of cleaning supplies, and the air smelled faintly of soap and lavender.

You barely had time to catch your breath before it happened.

A sharp, overwhelming sensation took hold of you as you felt something push into you—deep, filling your already throbbing, aching hole. The intrusion was sudden, and you gasped, your hand flying to your mouth to muffle the cry of pleasure that threatened to burst out. It was thick, stretching you in a way that was both shocking and satisfying, as though whatever it was had been waiting for this moment, waiting for you to be alone, vulnerable, and desperate.

It was definitely a cock - but it was fucking huge.

*

Mountain sank into the fleshlight, a low, guttural groan escaping his lips as the tightness enveloped him. He was a big man in every sense of the word, and his length was no exception—thick, heavy, and aching for relief. As he pressed deeper, the silicone walls yielded, but only just enough, hugging him in a way that felt almost too real. The sensation was overwhelming, warm and snug, gripping him with the perfect balance of resistance and give, as though the toy had been made just for him.

His breath hitched as he sank further, the heat surrounding him sending shivers down his spine. Every inch of him was enveloped in that wet, warm tightness, and it felt like nothing he’d ever experienced before. His hips rolled instinctively, testing the limits of the toy’s grip, and the way it clung to him made his cock throb with need. It was almost maddening how good it felt—too good, in fact. The slickness inside, combined with the soft, textured ridges, made every movement feel as though he was buried deep inside something alive.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his hands tightening around the base of the fleshlight as his hips moved again, slower this time, savouring the way it squeezed him with every thrust.

The heat, the wetness, the way it pulsed around him—it was almost too much to bear. He couldn’t help but picture you, the way your body would feel wrapped around him like this, clenching down on him, pulling him in. The thought of you, mixed with the intensity of the sensation, made his control slip. His pace quickened, driven by the growing pressure building in his groin, his need for release clawing at him.

Each thrust into the toy felt more urgent, the friction deliciously overwhelming. He could feel the tension building, his length throbbing inside the slick, tight tunnel. Every stroke was bringing him closer to the edge, the pleasure so intense it made his vision blur. The way the fleshlight clung to him was impossibly real, and the thought of sinking into your warmth instead made his pulse race even faster.

He was too far gone to stop now, completely lost in the sensation, the need for release overtaking him as his hips bucked into the toy with reckless abandon.

*

Your legs gave out entirely, and you collapsed against the shelves, your body trembling as the force inside you began to move. Slow, deliberate strokes, in and out, dragging along your sensitive walls and making you shudder with each thrust. You bit down on your hand, trying to stay quiet, but the sensation was so intense, so perfectly maddening, that small, helpless whimpers slipped past your lips despite your best efforts.

The sensation wasn’t just physical; it was connected. Every movement inside you felt purposeful, like whoever—or whatever—was controlling this was in sync with your body, knowing exactly how to make you fall apart. Your pussy clenched around it, soaking wet, the slickness only making the thrusts more fluid, more relentless.

Your breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, the rhythm of your body matching the relentless thrusts that were driving you closer and closer to the edge. Each stroke pushed deeper, dragging against your most sensitive spots, and the heat building inside you was becoming unbearable. Your mind was spinning, the world around you fading into a blur as the pressure inside you mounted, thick and heavy.

You could feel yourself trembling, your body taut with anticipation, the pleasure coiling tighter with every thrust. Your nails dug into your palms, a desperate attempt to ground yourself, to hold on just a little longer—but it was no use.

It felt so good.

Too good.

You sat up a little and spread your legs, pulling your panties off from beneath your habit and throwing them somewhere in the dark, your middle finger immediately moving to your swollen and sensitive clit. Rubbing furiously at it, you let out a loud gasp, the feeling of the cock fucking into you, now at a violent pace. You grasped onto the shelf behind you with your free hard, trying to find something to ground you as much as possible, but nothing was working. Something invisible was pounding relentlessly into your cunt, using your body for their own pleasure and you were so wound up tight - you liked it.

Your body was already betraying you, your pussy tightening around the force inside you as the tension built to a breaking point. It was hitting all the right spots, fucking into you like no one else had managed to before. You bit on your bottom lip trying to remain quiet, but at this point your moans and pants were coming out so loudly, you were sure passers by could hear you.

*

Mountain’s breath was ragged as he thrust into the fleshlight, his large hands gripping it tightly, the soft silicone giving way under his force but clinging to him in the most maddening way. His head tipped back, eyes fluttering shut as the slickness inside seemed to pulse in time with his movements. Every stroke felt too real, too perfect—as if it were more than just a toy, something alive and responding to him.

His cock was fully buried now, his hips rolling slowly at first, but the tightness had him on edge, making it impossible to hold back. His groans grew louder, deep and rough, as he set a more urgent pace. The fleshlight gripped him harder, the wet warmth inside making every stroke smoother, more fluid, but also more intense. It felt better than it should have, the sensation almost too much for him to handle.

“Fuck…” he hissed under his breath, his length throbbing with need. Each thrust sent a pulse of pleasure through his body, his mind clouded with desire as he imagined you beneath him instead. The way you would look, your body writhing in pleasure as he buried himself inside you, the soft sounds of your moans filling the air. The thought made his cock twitch inside the toy, his pace quickening as he lost himself in the fantasy.

But then, something strange happened.

The fleshlight pulsed. It wasn’t just responding to his thrusts anymore—it was as if it had a life of its own, squeezing him, rippling around his length in a way that was too real, too connected. His eyes flew open, a gasp escaping him as he stilled for a moment, looking down at the toy in his hands.

“What the…?”

He felt it again, the sensation tightening, as if the fleshlight was reacting not to his body, but to something else entirely. The pulsing grew stronger, almost rhythmic, and it sent a jolt of pleasure through him so intense he nearly doubled over. He could feel the slick walls inside moving, as though mimicking the contractions of an actual body—your body.

Mountain’s heart raced, his mind spinning. There was no way this was just a toy anymore. He could feel it—feel you—somehow, in some way. It was impossible, but there was no denying the connection. The more he moved, the more the fleshlight reacted, tightening around him with each thrust, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to his core.

His hips bucked involuntarily, the sensations overtaking him, his mind now filled with images of you. He imagined you trembling, the way your body would shake as he pushed into you, the look of desperation in your eyes as you tried to hold back your release. His pace became frantic, thrusting into the toy with abandon, the tight, wet warmth driving him to the edge.

He was so close. He could feel his orgasm building, his entire body tensing with the need for release. The pulsing around his cock grew more intense, as though it were pulling him deeper, milking him for everything he had.

“Fuck…” he groaned your name, unable to stop himself now. He was lost in the sensation, lost in the thought of you, the connection between you both tightening with every second.

*

You could feel the climax rushing toward you, unstoppable, consuming every part of you. And as the force inside you thrust again, harder this time, it finally sent you over the edge.

A wave of pure ecstasy crashed over you, the intensity of your orgasm ripping through you in shuddering waves. Your walls clenched down around the presence inside you, your body convulsing as pleasure coursed through you, lighting up every nerve. The release was overwhelming, and you bit down harder on your hand, stifling the moan that tore from your throat as your climax consumed you.

But the relentless pounding didn’t stop. Whoever was fucking you wasn’t done with you just yet.

*

Mountain felt you reach your peak, the pulsing sensation inside the fleshlight intensifying to a point that left him breathless. The way your body clenched around him, as if you were riding the wave of ecstasy, sent a jolt of raw pleasure straight to his core. He could almost hear your moans, soft and desperate, echoing in his mind as he envisioned you lost in your climax, your body trembling beneath him.

With every thrust, he was drawn closer to the edge, the need for release building within him like a tidal wave, crashing and surging. The connection felt electric, transcending the physical boundaries of your separate spaces, and it was almost overwhelming. As you shuddered in pleasure, he could feel the warmth radiating from the fleshlight, as if it were feeding off your climax, drawing him in.

“Fuck!” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. The fleshlight tightened around him, almost as if it was responding to your release, and the sensation drove him wild. He could feel the heat pooling in his stomach, a primal urge that had him gasping for air.

As you soared through your orgasm, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He thrust deeper, faster, losing himself completely in the moment. The world around him faded away, the only thing that mattered was the relentless pleasure coursing through him, the sensation of the silicone hugging him so tightly that it felt almost like a second skin.

With one final, powerful thrust, he reached his own peak. A wave of ecstasy crashed over him, his body convulsing as he spilled himself into the fleshlight. A deep, guttural groan escaped his lips as he rode out the intense waves of pleasure, feeling as if he were floating in a sea of bliss.

His hips stuttered as he felt the last tremors of his release, each pulse sending shockwaves of satisfaction through him. The connection, the overwhelming sensations—it was all too much, and he reveled in it, letting it consume him entirely.

Panting, he collapsed back against the bed, still reeling from the intensity of it all. The fleshlight lay discarded beside him, the warmth and slickness inside a reminder of the wild connection they had just shared. He could still feel the lingering echoes of your climax intertwining with his own, leaving him breathless and yearning for more.

What had just happened? It felt like more than just a fantasy—it felt like something deeper, something that blurred the lines of reality and desire. He found himself staring at the ceiling, a mix of confusion and exhilaration coursing through him. The next time he saw you, everything would change.

Romantic Headcanons

I think his love language is a mix of Quality Time and Physical Touch.

He doesn't like to see dead or wilting flowers in your vase. Like if he sees your flowers aren't fresh anymore, he's going to get you a new one

While he does like to buy you bouquets from the local flower shop, he often goes out into the forest behind the Ministry and makes you a bouquet of wildflowers himself.

He really likes to kiss your shoulders, like if your shoulders are out, he’ll take the time to bend down and kiss your shoulder.

Usually, though, he kisses you mostly on your head or face because kissing you anywhere else multiple times a day hurts his back cause he has to bend over.

He LOVES it if you stay with him while he practices playing the drums. He even lets you sit on his lap while he plays, if it encourages you to stay for a while

He WANTS you to mess with his hair, especially if you're styling or brushing it for him, he LOVES it.

This stems from his love language being Quality Time, but I think he really likes it if y'all go on walks or hikes together. Plus, if you get tired, you can sit on his shoulders piggyback the rest of the way.

He finds bathing together the most intimate thing y'all can do together, like he’ll make all sorts of scrubs and balms with his plants just for y'all to use when you shower together (If you let him)

He likes it when you let him put his head on your chest. If you have boobs that's fine, he’ll use them as a pillow if not he just wants to listen to your heart as he relaxes because it puts the urge to protect you at ease while he sleeps or lays down with you. 

Copia:

Blushes profusely

This man is so flustered he can barely form a word, let alone speak a sentence

That doesn’t stop him from acting, though

He puts his greedy gloved hands on your body the second his mind can catch up to what’s happening

He’s torn between a state of disbelief and a state of unholy fuck I need to put my hands on this woman right now or I’ll die

“You are ravishing, cara mia.”

“Grazie mille, Papa.”

“But those straps, are they digging into your skin? I’d be happy to take you out of them.” 

“It’s actually surprisingly comfortable.”

“Good, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t dying to have you while you wear that.”

-

Swiss:

Grins at you like a madman when you reveal yourself to him

He tries to hide it but he’s so into it

The fact that you put in all this effort to fasten straps, tie ribbons, and put yourself on such a perfect display has him weak

He has an intense urge to fall to the floor and worship at your feet, as he feels unworthy of such a goddess

“All of this effort, for me? I mean, I can’t say I’m surprised you’d do something like this.”

“Well, it’s not just for me.”

“Hm?”

You produce a long silk ribbon that matches your lingerie, “This is for you. You can unwrap me and then I get to tie you up.”

He groans, “You’re fucking perfect.”

-

Phantom:

Can’t. Think. Heart. Having. Palpitations.

His dark eyes go so wide as he sees you all dressed up

His jaw is on the floor too

He runs a slightly trembling hand through his thick locks and unashamedly checks you out (not trembling out of nervousness, from sheer excitement)

“Oh, fuck me.”

“That’s the idea.”

“Get over here you little minx, you’re mine, you hear me?” 

“Are you going to undress me?”

“You know I don’t have the patience; I’m fucking you in that now.”

-

Dewdrop/Sodo:

His first thought is to mark you; he is overcome with the need to bite you and suck on your exposed skin immediately

Practically tears out of his own clothes at the sight of you presenting yourself for him

He needs you carnally

He’s fucking feral for you

“You wanted my attention, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Well I’ll give you points for all of this. But I’ll have to punish you too.”

“For what?”

“For walking around wearing this, anyone could have seen you. No, no, I’m not going to be finished with you until you can’t walk, siren.”

-

Rain:

Has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from blurting out the first obscene thing that pops in his brain

You got him, you got him good

He doesn’t care for surprises but this one is a winner

His eyes can’t drink you in fast enough, flicking his gaze over your breasts, your thighs, and your ass as you turn for him

“Wow.”

“That’s it?”

“I can’t say the other things I’m thinking, I’m pretty sure I’d get arrested.”

“I’ll take ‘wow’ then.”

“Oh you’ll be taking a lot more than that.”

-

Mountain:

Literally astonished when you show him what you’re wearing 

Utterly hypnotized by the curves of your body done up by lace

Hands start twitching like a crazed addict

He needs to touch you

“Get. Over. Here.”

“Right now?”

“Right fucking now. Either that or I come over there and pin you against that wall.”

“Hmmm…”

“The wall it is.”

-

Cirrus:

Goes from zero to one hundred in a snap

Can’t decide where she wants to look, placing you in front of a floor length mirror for her own pleasure

She is happy to stand back and watch you pose for her

Eventually she gets antsy, fingers tingling with need to touch you

“Need attention, do we?”

“I have some for you too, love.”

“You do?”

“Just for you.” You hand her a black tissue-wrapped package.

“Matching sets? What are we, in a band?”

-

Cumulus:

Purses her lips in satisfaction

Tries to keep herself from smiling, she’s trained you well

Extra points for you sitting on the floor so submissively

Something inside her calls to put her mouth on you, mark you all over with her dark lipstick

“Stand and me a twirl.”

You oblige her.

“What a good girl. Shall I give you a treat?”

“Yes, please.”

She opens the top drawer of the dresser and starts laying out the treats she plans on using on you. You’ve been good indeed.

-

Aurora/Sunshine:

Squeals in delight upon seeing you

You’d think it was her birthday the way she reacted to you

That doesn’t stop a mischievous grin from spreading on her face though

She wants to see you put on other things she’s had tucked away for special occasions 

“This one is next!”

“Haven't you found your favorite yet?”

“Nope.”

“No?”

“My favorite is you wearing nothing at all, gorgeous, I just wanted to see how many different pairs I could get you to put on before you beg me to take them off you.”

RAIN ━━━

it was quiet. not that you minded it, just that most days spent around the ghouls were the very opposite of quiet.

“hey, sweetheart?” the familiar, calming voice of rain caught your attention. you looked from the reading you were engrossed in to the ghoul who offered you a small smile.

“hey,” you responded. “where is everyone else?”

he shrugged absently. “out. doing something or the other. i figured we could do something? stay in, if you want, or we could go find something to do. whatever you wanted.”

SWISS ━━━

“baby..” swiss dragged out the name, purposefully making his voice whiny to get your attention.

you looked up at him. you didn’t say anything, but the look on your face communicated what you meant. in all honesty, you’d forgotten what you were feigning being upset about, but swiss’ attempts at earning your forgiveness were becoming comical.

MOUNTAIN ━━━

the mug made a clink noise as mountain set it on the desk. inside of it was coffee, made just the way that you always liked. mountain had a weird way of remembering little things like that: the way you made your coffee, the way you wrote certain letters, the way you organized. it was odd to you sometimes, but other times it was useful.