Okay okay, hear me OUT. I think this would be a very interesting fic if you decide to write it, if not you could just answer to this ask like a normal question! I just thought this would be an interesting idea :] How do you think the Ghouls + Ghoulettes would be if Copia got turned INTO a ghoul for like a few weeks? Like a ritual he was preforming went wrong and he got turned into a ghoul. Now his pack (Dew,Rain,Aether,Swiss,Cumulus,Cirrus,and Mountain) have to help the cardinal navigate his new body. (Wink wink, heating/rut cycles might be hot for a fic) Copia could be any type of ghoul you prefer! A Water ghoul, Earth, Quintessence, Fire, or a Multi.
So this is going to be multiple chapters but let's start with THIS.
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It was chaos. Nothing was going right but no one could have predicted this.
Screams of agony pierced through the chants of the pack as they watched their Papa get pulled into the glowing summoning circle, his eyes squeezed shut, mouth open as he let loose echoed cries. His body twisting and turning as if it was being pulled apart.
It felt like he was. It felt like shards of glass were cutting their way through his body from the inside out. His head felt like it would explode as his body felt as if it were being shredded.
His ghouls stood in shock, a picture of horror danced across their faces. The chanting long stopped but the ritual went on.
"Aahrg!!!" Copia screamed as his back arched off the ground. "Ae-Aeth!" He cried for his ghoul lover who stood frozen, shell shocked.
Hearing his name he snapped out of his shell shocked state. He stepped upon the chalk line of the circle and pulled his food back. The glow snapped away, the circle was broken. The only light left in the room was that of the candles lit for the ritual. The space smelled of sulfur and paraffin wax, fear and ozone. It blended with burning flesh and blood.
The room fell silent as the last of Copia's screams echoed off of the stone walls of the chamber. The only sounds left were of the whimpers and teary cries of the pack.
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welcome! this is a hannibal centric blog, and comes with all the related warnings, so i don't tag the blood and cannibalism because they just come with the territory. i try to tag other triggering content but do keep in mind this is a blog about a fictional cannibal. i am legally bound to reblog every post about vampires i see because it's in my url. i'm also still working on my tagging system so please bear with me in the meantime.
ignore allat lmao, i don't post hannibal as much anymore but i'm keeping this post for navigation purposes
I think this is a masterpiece for the ages and love how this turned out, so here's Day 2 of self-shipping week for y'all!
@selfshipperapproved
Pairing: US!Sans/OC
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Day 2: Confessions
"Enemy behind you!" you shout to Blue through your mic, maneuvering your character to take out the others congregating on his location. Blue's character deftly kills the ones closest to him and helps you take out the others nearby, finishing the last round of the game. You breathe a happy sigh of relief as you watch the cutscene where your team is extracted from the area, congratulating the others before backing out of the lobby with Blue. "Good job! You're a natural at these games Blue."
Exercising with Blue everyday could only get your friendship so far, and when you learnt that him and his brother had other numerous consoles to play, you jumped at the opportunity to get him into some of the ones you were enjoying at the moment. Namely one space faring rpg that had you saving the world from an extinction level event that would wipe out every species from the universe. To say Blue had taken a shining to it would be an understatement; he loved it. He's been playing it with you as often as possible, pulling you into the game whenever you popped online. Some people may find it annoying, but you love hanging out with Blue; he always finds a way to cheer you up when you're having a less than stellar day.
"You Did An Amazing Job Taking Out Those Enemies At The End; I Would Have Failed The Mission If Not For You Willow!" You, amazing? Pshhhhh, he's just being nice. Okay so maybe you're blushing a tiny bit from the praise, nobody is here to see it though besides Shadow, but he's oblivious to the world right now sunbathing. Do you….. compliment him back? That'd be the nice thing to do, you think.
"Your, uh, your gun skills were pretty neat out there; those enemies didn't stand a chance!" Oh my god, did that sound as cringy as you think it did? Oh god, where's the nearest hole to climb into and hide for all of eternity….
"Mweh Heh, I Had The Best Teacher After All! You Should Be The One Getting All The Praise!" Hhhhhh, why is this making you so flustered? He's just being nice, right? Doing what a friend would do? Your heart was racing during the match but now it's racing again, your cheeks feeling red hot.
Wait.
Are you…..do you like him? Like like him? Blue is saying stuff over the mic but your brain isn't functioning right now, Willow.exe has crashed please wait for it to reboot.
What do you do with this information now that you've realized what this is all about?How do you cope????
"Willow? Is Everything Alright?" You snap out of it as Blue's voice registers in your ear, and it's like you're a deer in the headlights. What do you say? Is everything alright? You don't, you don't know what to do, so you just say the first thing that comes to mind—
"—I LIKE YOU BLUE!" you shout into the mic, voice raising in pitch halfway through like you're going through puberty. Ok this is fine, you're fine, you didn't want to hold it in anyways, it's not like you want to scream right now but you're holding it back because Blue hasn't said anything yet, why hasn't he said anything yet? All you can hear is some muffled voices in the background like Blue is talking to someone and you sure as hell hope it isn't his brother because that would be the most embarrassing thing to happen on top of what you just did.
The mic rustles as Blue does something on the other end and then he's speaking but you're trying not to freak out right now, so you just hold your breath. "D-Do You Mean It? It—This Isn't A Joke, Willow?" Oh my god he sounds so goddamn cute, and also sad and it's just breaking your heart to hear him like this, how could he ever think what you were saying is a joke? Has someone actually done that to him? It makes your blood boil to think someone could do that to this kind, sweet, energetic skeleton that would die for his friends.
"YES! I mean, no, it's not a joke! I, uh-hhhh, I r-really like you!" You're so nervous your armpits are sweating like there's no tomorrow and you were squeaking out every other word, how is he taking this? You might shrivel up and die on the spot if he makes fun of you, but you know he wouldn't do that he's the nicest being that could ever exist but your brain is being an asshole right now and betraying you.
The next thing you hear is Blue whooping so loud you need to jerk your headset away from your face and listen to him start rambling a mile a minute to who this is Stretch? "—PAPY SHE SAID SHE LIKE LIKED ME, QUICK WHERE'S MY NOTEBOOK I NEED TO START PLANNING THE PERFECT DATE! NO, PAPY, NOT THE DATING MANUAL THAT'S FOR BABYBONES, YES I KNOW THERE'S A QUARANTINE!—" He keeps going and you're just so relieved that he likes you too you just start laughing and can't stop and there's tears running down your face from how much you're laughing and how happy and relieved you are.
"Willow!" Blue startles you with how abruptly he's back on the mic you suck in air the wrong way and you're coughing into the mic in response. "Mweh Heh Heh, I Didn't Know That's All It Would Take To Make You Breathless! But! Putting That Aside! I Would Love To Officially Become Your Bone-Friend! That's The Only Pun You'll Get Out Of Me For Now, Papy, Stop Eavesdropping!" You're giggling at his antics and can't believe this is how your day would turn out. I mean, hell, this is probably the best day ever!
"H-hah…….oh my god. Yes, I would love for you to be my Bone-Friend, Blue." Now you're both giggling at the pun, and honestly, you couldn't see yourself without this silly video-game playing skeleton by your side.
I know you said ghoul, but would it be okay if you did a prompt of the Ghouls trying to spoil Copia after he was promoted to Papa? <3
Spoiling with a side of anxiety because why not. Lol.
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Copia sat in his new office staring at his shiny new nameplate. 'Papa Emeritus IV,' it read. He had ascended not but a week ago, on stage, in front of thousands. He'd put on the show of grandeur, coming across as almost cocky when stating there can only be one Papa as Nihil's body was dragged off. Deep down though, deep down he felt a pit of terror and grief.
No he wasn't grieving the old fart he'd just learned was his father as one might suspect. He grieved the brothers he never truly knew, the ones murdered by his mother so that he may have the station he is in now. With that grief the fear tumbled in. Would that happen to him too? What if he's not good enough? Would his mother have him killed too?
It has been a week and those thoughts looped in his mind on repeat through every meeting and while signing every document and now, he just sat, done for the day but unable to move and stared at the title that he once was so sure he'd wanted but now scared him.
In that week he'd distanced himself from his ghouls or rather it wasn't so much by choice as it was business. Meeting after meeting, call after call, by the end of the day he was bone tired and turning down Aethers requests for a dinner date or even a movie night. He wondered what his ghouls were doing.
He did not have to wonder long as his door burst open and a wide eyed, frantic Dew came rushing in, Swiss hot on his heels.
"Dew wha-?"
He wasn't given a chance to finish.
"It's Aether! He-he hurt. You need to come see him. He's asking for you. It's bad Copia!" Dew rushed, his chest heaving.
Okay I have a number of prompts out and those are coming up but this fic started and took off so easily that I just ran with it.
Please read the Ao3 Triggers. You do NOT need to read any of my other fics but there are some brief references to issues addressed in Take It and Blackened Feathers Fallen Ill but without the psychic pack link in BFFI. I wrote that once and it's just not my thing for my fics and that's okay. It's a lot to keep up with and I respect those authors who do write pack links.
Anywho without further ado; my first fic in nearly a year!
Give and Take
Summary: After witnessing a traumatic event a month earlier Cirrus must face how she's handling it. Meanwhile Mountain makes sure she doesn't have to go through it alone.
Read it at the link below or below the cut!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/69356306
It was too much. The crowd was roaring and singing along.The instruments were perfectly in tune, in sync, the vocals harmonious or at least as harmonious as they could be.
Cirrus glanced over at the empty riser next to her and the emptiness amongst the noise, it was too much. He should be here. He should be here. It echoed in her mind like mantra, adding to the overstimulation, adding to the already fraying nerves she's felt ever since she walked into the alley by the venue to see his last moment, his final-
A Pyro display erupted beside her and she jumped, fumbling along the keys to get back in her place. She'd purposely been avoiding looking at the pyrotechnics during shows if she could avoid them. Especially this one. It looked like him, the reason he's not here.
She felt her heart begin to beat quickly, her breaths coming out in in panicked gasps. Her fingers hovered above her keys but she didn't play, she was back there, seeing him.
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-A month to the day earlier-
The crowd was still chanting as they exited the stage.
"Great show guys!" Aurora chattered happily as she bounded by them to the ghoulette's dressing room. "Last one to the buses are rotten eggs!"
Swiss had been trailing behind the group. This had become a pattern with him. He was no longer confident and playful. He went through the motions, did his job and then bunked for the night.
The pack noticed but if anyone asked him he told them he was fine. Just tired. Exhausted. It was a different reason every night but it always came down to "I'm fine."
He wasn't fine. Cirrus could tell. Something was haunting him. She could see it behind his eyes. She was honestly surprised Phantom's quintessence wasn't picking up on it but the little quint was less like the healer Aether and more a chaotic little shit like Dew.
She dropped back to match his pace. "Hey love. How are you doing tonight? Honest answers only," she prodded trying to add a playful tone.
"Honestly I'm fine Cirrus," he responded with fake levity. But what came next shocked her. Before she turned into the ghoulette's dressing room he stopped her with a hand on her wrist and said "thank you for everything. I love you cloud bug." He placed a kiss upon her hand before turning into the ghoul's dressing room.
'What was that?' She asked. Later she would tell herself, "I should have known."
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-Present Day-
Mountain noticed Cirrus freeze. If he could get over to her he would in a heartbeat. His gaze raked over her and took in her rapidly heaving chest and the tremble in her hands.
He purposely hit a cymbal a bit harder than normal to try to get her attention but soon enough it was the end of the song and the stage went dark.
The sudden change in lighting seemed to snap Cirrus out of whatever trance she was in. She took some deep breaths and shook out her hands.
"Cirrus?" Papa called up to her. "What-"
"I don't-," She tried to respond. "I don't know." She lied. She knew. She'd been burying the feelings for a month now in an attempt to help the rest of them through their loss. There's no way she was going to place a burden back on them now.
'Deep breath, fingers on the keys and play,' she told herself.
Mountain cocked an eyebrow up under his mask. She was never rattled on stage. Hell even off stage. Something spooked her. He made a note to speak to her later, in the meantime they had half a set to go for a full crowd.
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The final note played and the crowd continued to clap and cheer after the final bow. And still after house lights came up.
Cirrus quickly headed back stage, far ahead of her band mates. She needed out of there, away from the noise and the residual smell of pyro. Away from everything. She needed out of the uniform, out of the mask. She needed out of her head, away from that night. She needed air.
"Hey! Hey Cirrus!" A voice called after her, probably Rain from the sound of it but she didn't stop.
"Cirrus wait up!" Aurora shouted.
"Hey Cirrus?" one of the keyboard techs said, clearly wanting to ask a question. Probably about what happened. She knew they saw from their spot off stage but she didn't want to talk know. "Cirr-?" The tech touched her wrist, the same one he grabbed a month before and she snapped. The frayed nerves finally breaking apart.
"What?! What do you fucking want? Please just leave me alone!" She shouted shaking herself loose and taking off for the dressing room where she locked herself in the bathroom. As soon as the lock clicked she all but collapsed to the floor, shaking as she crumpled, her legs unable to handle the weight of the crushing grief she felt. "Swiss!" She cried as she curled in on herself.
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In the hallway the tech and the pack were frozen.
"What the fuck was that?" Dew asked as the tech continued to stare deadpan as if he'd just been smacked.
"I don't have a fucking clue," Phantom replied. "Why would she just go off like that?"
"That was very unlike her. I apologize. Go to the bus and we will meet you out there," Perpetua stated to the still shell shocked tech before turning to the group. "I need you guys to find out what's wrong. I cannot lose another ghoul."
This statement sent an alarm off in Mountain's mind. Lose another ghoul. The pyro. The day- "Papa with respect. What day is it?"
Perpetua looked at him sideways for a moment before his eyes went wide. "Oh," was all he could manage.
"What? What's-" Dew began but was immediately cut off by Rain.
"It's been one month since Swiss."
"Okay so why did she suddenly lose it on her tech? Not to mention the keys were off tonight," Dew asked. "I'm not trying to be an asshole but it was Swiss' decision and it happened a month ago. There's nothing we can do-"
Again he was cut off but this time by Perpetua. "But she's the one who found him in his final moments."
The pack took a collective breath as the memory of her ear shattering screams echoed through their minds.
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Ooo a light prompt? How about Aether/Copia? Maybe cooking together?
This took me forever to finish. My brain would not let me do a smutless cooking fic so on that note I give you Marmocchio Oleoso (Oily Brat).
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Copia had been bored and horny. A bored and horny Copia who was avoiding work so he did not have to deal with the details of the celebration for the return of The Ghost Project under the leadership of his twin, was a Copia who would cause trouble for Aether.
And that is exactly what happened.
The newly appointed Papa and the ghouls were set to arrive back within the next six hours and the ministry was buzzing with excitement. We'll that is the ministry minus their Frater. Their Frater who was a Bitter Betty because he felt pushed aside as he watched everyone fawn over the twin he never knew he had. Their Frater who was afraid of being forgotten.
Their Frater who was now counting and kneading the bread dough Aether had been preparing for his pack's return while the ghoul put him in is place one strike at a time.
"Keep counting! Five more to go," Aether said snarling before landing another smack on Copia's bare ass.
"Six-sixteen," Copia stuttered.
Another smack, this time from the spade of the ghoul's tail, had him crying out.
"Arg! Sev-sev-" he struggled as he choked back tears. His ass was already bruising from the ghoul's assault. His cock was rock hard, the ruddy tip weeping with pre.
"Come on spit it out," Aether snapped. "You're the one who came down here all hands and no respect while I worked to prepare some treats for my pack's return. Now spit it out or say your word and this all stops" he demanded as he dug his claws into the fresh welt left by his spade.
Aether was not wrong. Copia could call 'red' and it would all be over. The thing is, he loved it when Aether treated him harshly. It was completely against the ghoul's normally tolerant and gentle nature. This allowed release for not only him but also his hellspawn companion.
He also was right in Copia's inability to keep his hands off of him, thoroughly agitating the quint. However in Copia's defense, if you had walked in to a shirtless Aether wearing grey sweatpants and had seen the way his muscles rolled as he worked on mixing the dough batter, you also would be in this position, partially hunched over the counter while receiving a rigorous spanking as punishment, praying to the dark one your shaking knees don't fail. He would loath, but probably still enjoy, whatever the ghoul would have in store for punishment if he and the dough ended up on the floor.
Omg Ghestie this has been in my inbox for MONTHS and I am finally able to write something for it... sort of. If I recall right the promp was "Fine I will just have to cum in you then." That line was tweaked for the first chapter of... Vamp's Kinktober 2023!
You can read Day 1: Cum What May (Cum Play) HERE on Ao3!
Or below the cut. As a reminder this is MDNI.
Prime Mover Marian walked softly down the dimly lit halls of the Ministry towards the clergy offices. Copia had worked late again. This meant their dinner plans had to be canceled and she knew he would feel awful for it. However, she would give him grace as he had been stressed, more stressed than usual, about pleasing the clergy since being annointed Papa just months ago.
Coming upon his door she gently turned the handle and peered inside. Sitting, hunched over his desk was the man himself, engrossed in a stack of paperwork. Her heart ached for her Papa. She wanted so badly for him to have a moment to relax but the paperwork never seemed to end and kept him until the wee hours of midnight. Mostly though, her heart ached for her lover. She longed for the man who would hold her to him as they slept, whose gentle caresses could ease the aches and pains of the day away and for the man who's body melded so perfectly with hers.
They were trying to conceive. This would be their first and while the clergy hounded for an heir, she and Copia had a very different approach, "whatever happens, happens." They knew their dark lord had a plan for them and when the time came he would bless them with a child through Copia's unholy seed. Tonight however she was determined to allow him a moment to relinquish control, to lay back and allow her to take care of him and get his mind to relax or get about as relaxed as it could get with her plan.
"My love," she said, her voice soft.
Copia's head shot up, first glancing at her then at the clock on the wall. He had promised to meet with her two hours ago for a dinner out.
"Amore mio, mi dispiace così tanto," he groaned, placing his head in his hands.
"Oh my Copia, it's okay. I understand," she said as she walked the short distance to his desk. She combed her fingers through his hair.
"No, no it is not. I promised you I would not miss another date and here I am. How can I make it up to you?" He asked bringing his head up to gaze upon her.
"You can let me take care of you. Come with me. The paperwork will be here tomorrow. Tonight I need you, I want you, my lover. The night is still young and while we may have missed supper, we can still have some fun."
He watched as her eyes glistened with mischief. He knew he was in for it. Tired or not he would walk through hell and back to please his Prime Mover.
"Si. Let's blow this popsicle stand," he said standing and taking her hand.
Chuckling she allowed him to lead her out and away towards their chambers.
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The moment they entered the chamber threshold Marian took control.
"Copia my love, I want you to allow me to take care of you tonight. If anything I'm doing becomes too much I want you to communicate it to me. Are you okay with that?"
"Si," he replied confidently, placing his trust in his mischievous Prime Mover.
"Alright. Let's get you out of this suit." She made quick work of divesting him of his clothing and stripped herself down to her lacey royal blue panties and bralette. "Go to the bed and lay down."
"Sì amore mio," he rasped as he looked upon her voluptuous curves. He was hard as a rock before in a matter of seconds. He groaned as he followed her command. He wanted nothing more than to ravish her but he was exhausted and more than willing to allow her to have her wicked way with him.
She wasted no time climbing up to straddle his hips. He reached up to grasp her waist only to have his arms pinned to his side.
"Ack, no. No, no. No touching tonight. You are going to lay back and relax and allow me to make you feel so good. Can you be a good boy and do that for me?"
"Amore, I must touch you."
"No you don't," she said matter of factly. "If you break the boundaries, you will not be cumming. Capisci?"
"Si."
"Good boy."
His groan was cut off as her mouth decended to his, their lips meeting with a gentle passion. She cupped his face in her hands and prodded at his lips, begging for an entrance which he granted.
Her tongue tangled with his and he bucked his hips into hers. He rutted against her, desperate for friction, itching to touch her in some way. She broke the kiss and ground her own hips down to his, using her weight to pin him.
"Per favore Amore mio. Per favore. Ho bisogno di sollievo," he whined. "I need to feel you."
"So desperate already," she teased between the kisses she was trailing down his neck. "Patience my love. With due time. You're being so good." She smiled against his skin as she felt the sheets beside her legs crinkle and tighten knowing he was clenching it in tight fists.
She continued her trail of soft nips and kisses down his chest, raking her nails over his sensitive nipples as she worked her way lower and lower until she reached her final destination.
"Copia?" She said looking up at the face of her Papa. His eyes were half lidded and starting to glaze over. His mouth was slightly open as if in a constant silent sigh. She knew he was relaxing under her touch and was glad it was not taking much tonight. "Copia my love, I need you to focus baby. I need you to tell me if you are going to cum. Can you do that for me?"
She gave him a moment to respond. Allowing her voice to penetrate his mind. He blinked rapidly for a beat or two, apparently breaking through the haze but not providing a response.
"Copia? Can you tell me when you will cum?"
"Fine amore. I will just come in you then, fill you with my seed, make a little one."
"Oh Cope, you're not cumming anywhere near inside me tonight my darling," she said as she trailed a nail along the underside of his shaft, his hips quivering in response. "You will tell me when you are going to cum or else the next time you need some relief after a long day, you will need to call on Swiss or Dew to play. Understood?" She asked firmly.
Her tone gave no room for argument and if he wasn't allowed to cum in her, he was interested to see what she would do as long as he got to cum at all.
"S-si amore," he stammered.
"Good."
He gasped as he felt her decend upon him, swapping her nail for her tongue and traced the vein along the bottom of his cock before applying a couple kitten licks to the tip.
"Relax my love. Allow me to take care of you," she reminded before taking him into her mouth and down, not stopping until he bumped the back of her throat.
He groaned in response and clenched the sheets tighter.
She moved to slowly pull off of him then back down, swallowing him down each time. Her fingers gripped his thighs. His desperate moans and whines filled the space.
"Uh- uh amore, amore I need to cum. I'm going to cum," he cried out as the pressure of his need pooled deep in his belly.
She quickly pulled off and grasped his cock at the base, giving it a firm squeeze to stave off his impending orgasm.
"Amore!" He gasped surprised. "Amore please!"
"I told you that you would not cum in me tonight," she reminded. "Now, lay back and relax."
Featherlite kisses were placed along the inside of his thighs as she grasped his still hard length. He moaned and whimpered as she nipped and sucked at his tender flesh while his cock stood painfully hard within her small hand.
Ever so slowly she moved her hand, up and down, using her own saliva and is precum as lube.
"Ah, fuck amore!" Copia cried as she twisted her wrist slightly with the movement. "Feels so goo-ood," he said gasping as she ran her palm over the over sensitive head.
She took in his face as she worked him. Once again his eyes her half lidded but his mouth had gone slack. He looked to be in a state of bliss. The heat that had already pooled in her belly intensified into an inferno and her pussy clenched. She would wait, now is about him.
"Move for me Copia," she lightly commanded and smiled as she felt his response.
He bucked up into her hand following her steady rhythm. His grunts and moans continued to fill the space and Marian would be surprised if they couldn't hear him in the ghoul dorms two flights down.
"Ma-mar-," Copia struggled to speak.
"Yes my love?"
"I-I... cum," he gasped.
She knew he was close, his thrusts were becoming erratic.
"Then cum for me," she said.
That was all it took and he came with a loud drawn out moan as he shot ropes of cum up his belly and over her hand.
"Good boy," she praised as she continued to work him through his release. "You did so good baby."
Copia looked down at her with a smile. "I made quite the mess," he chuckled.
"Don't worry about it," Marian replied with a smirk. "Don't move, I'll clean you up."
She first brought her hand up to her mouth, licking and sucking the mess from her fingers.
"Amore you are going to be the death of me," he groaned as he watched.
"And what a death that shall be," she said as she moved to clean his torso.
He jumped as he felt her light touch, two feminine fingers swiped through a spot of cum along his belly. She lifted herself to stand on her knees and spread her legs wide.
"Marian?" He asked curiously, unsure of what this devious woman had in mind.
"You wanted to cum in me didn't you?" She asked as she reached down to insert the cum slick fingers into her dripping pussy. "Mmm Copia," she moaned as she pumped her fingers in and out of her slick hole.
Without missing a beat she bent over and began greedily lapping up the remaining mess, not allowing a single drop of Copia's seed to go to waste.
"You taste so good my love," she moaned. Once she had determined he was clean she removed her fingers from herself and licked them clean once again. "And together we taste devine."
"My Marian, may I touch you now?" Copia asked enthralled by the show she was giving him.
"Yes," she said as she moved herself to lay beside him.
He gathered her up in his arms and kissed her deeply. "You are right, we do taste devine. Amore you did not cum," he stated. "Please allow me to-."
"I'm fine Copia. I don't need to cum, taking care of you was enough for me."
"But Marian-"
"No Copia. I want you to rest. If you still want to ravish me in the morning then by all means but now you need to shut your eyes and sleep."
"Thank you," he said. "Thank you for taking such good care of me. I love you Marian."
