luna

The bass of the music vibrates the walls of the club as multicolored lights bounce off every reflective surface, including your dress. With each rotation of your hips, the fabric shimmers and shines. The warmth of the crowd has your skin glistening with a light layer of sweat. How long have you been on the dance floor with Swiss? Had it been 30 minutes? An hour or two? But right now you honestly don’t care. 

You know Dew’s eyes are on you, watching your body sway to the beat, but you opt to continue ignoring his glances. 

This was his punishment for denying you earlier. You had gone to him with the intention of having a little ‘fun’ in one of the practice rooms, but, unlike his usually fiery self, he told you he needed to get in some more practice before the upcoming tour. Was it a little cruel to be ignoring him? Maybe, but with alcohol and your bratitude he should expect nothing less of yourself. 

You decide to take your teasing a little farther by grabbing Swiss’ hand and pulling him closer, grinding your body against his. The feeling of Swiss’ body rocking against yours feels so natural and the two of you easily fall into a rhythm together. You allow yourself to glance at the fire ghoul, checking to see if your teasing was having the desired effect. And it is. Dew is glaring at the two of you, his fist clutching his drink so hard you fear the glass might just break under the pressure. 

“You really wanna make him jealous?” Swiss whispers in your ear as he runs a hand up your thigh. You just smile before grinding your body against him harder. He places his hands on your waist and the two of you continue moving to the music. 

A few more songs pass before you begin to feel tired, the sedentary effects of the alcohol and the exhaustion from the day, catching up with you. You pull Swiss off the dancefloor to the booth where some of the others are sitting. 

“Having fun?” Sunshine asks as you take a seat next to her. As you get settled, she hands you a cool glass of water. 

“Yes, I need to thank whoever had the idea to come here,” you smile back as you take a sip from your glass. 

“Oh then you’ll have to drag Cumulus off the dancefloor to do that,” Aether laughs, motioning towards the dancefloor. You look over to see Cumulus, Cirrus and Rain together. 

“How about you, are you having fun?” Aether asks as he lightly smacks Dew’s chest. The fire ghoul is unusually quiet this evening. You turn back to the table to find the fire ghoul staring daggers at Swiss, who is currently ordering another round of drinks at the bar. 

“Oh I’m having a blast,” Dew grunts out. Before Aether has a chance to question Dew’s tone, Swiss arrives with the drinks. You all thank him as he passes out the shots. After downing yours, you feel a familiar burn settle in your stomach. And speaking of burns, you shoot the fire ghoul another glance to find a slight snarl has formed on his face. 

“Where’s Mountain?” You ask looking around,” I don’t see him.” 

“He’s probably in the bathroom smoking,” Aether grins as he sets his empty shot glass back down on the table. A few moments later you see one large Earth ghoul emerge from the back of the club. 

“What’d I miss?” Mountain asks as he slides into the booth beside Dew. Even from across the table you can smell that Aether’s guess was correct. 

“Not much,” Sunshine replies. Mountain nods before he grabs one of the shots and downs it. 

“You having fun without me, Mountain?” You giggle. The Earth ghoul looks up at you as a wide grin appears on his face. 

“You know that if you ever want me to drag you into the bathroom for some fun, all you have to do is ask,” Mountain winks as he says the words. His words draw out a quiet growl from Dew.

A yawn escapes you, prompting Swiss to pull you closer so that you can lay your head on his shoulder. 

“Getting sleepy there?” Aether asks. 

“I think we all are getting a little tired,” Cumulus utters as she reaches the booth followed closely by Rain and Cirrus. Cirrus wraps her arms around the shorter ghoulette before placing a kiss to her temple causing Cumulus to giggle in response. 

“Yeah and some of us have some plans for later,” Cirrus purrs as her hand snakes down to paw at Cumulus’ rear. Cumulus playfully smacks her hand away before telling her off. 

“It is getting pretty late. Better start heading back,” Aether announces as he stretches his arms, motioning for Dew to scoot out of the booth. Once everyone manages to leave the booth the group heads outside. Sunshine is the designated driver for this evening and you watch as she pulls out a bunch of keys from her purse. 

The lot of you pile into the van, with you opting to sit by Swiss in the very back. Dew gets stuck in the row in front of you, just close enough to be able to hear you and Swiss giggling together. A low growl escapes him and it is picked up on by Cumulus. 

“You doing already honey?” Cumulus asks the fire ghoul, noticing he is being unusually quiet.

“Uh yeh, just tired,” Dew responds, knowing full well that sleep is the furthest thing from his mind. The ride back to the Abbey isn't long, but Rain’s drunken karaoke sure makes it feel like it. By the time the van pulls up, all of you are more than ready to get out. Cirrus nearly knocks Aether over in an attempt to escape first. 

“Good night,” Cumulus calls out as Cirrus pulls her away from the group. 

“Have fun you two,” you respond before making your way to the dens with the others. The group gets smaller as everyone begins branching off to make their way to their own rooms and soon it is only Dew, Swiss and yourself who remain. 

“See you in the morning,” you exclaim as you reach your own door. 

“Good night,” Swiss says. 

“Night,” Dew states as he continues walking down the hall, not even sparing you a glance. 

Once he is sure that your door is closed, Swiss begins his own teasing of the fire ghoul. 

“If you don’t satisfy tonight, tell them they know where to find me,” Swiss jokes as he goes to his room. Dew’s lip curls up into a snarl at the words. He knows that you can do what you want (or who you want), you are your own person after all, and maybe it’s the alcohol talking, but those words cause the fire ghoul to storm off in search of you. 

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You step out of the shower, drying your hair with a towel, feeling very relaxed. After wrapping a robe around your body, you make your way to your room, humming one of the club’s songs to yourself. Once you reach the room, you light some candles and begin to unwind. 

“You shouldn’t have done that,” a voice rumbles.

The words cause you to jump, having not realized someone else was in the room. Your heart rate quickens when you realize just whose body the voice belongs to. Dew. While you do not turn to look at your visitor, you can imagine the pair of glowing eyes and a set of sparkling fangs gleaming out from the shadows. 

The fire ghoul slowly emerges from the corner, you can hear his footsteps as he draws nearer. Everything about him makes you want more. From the way he moves to his voice, you know you have to have more of him. 

“Are you going to tell me what I did wrong? Or am I just going to have to guess?” You tease as you continue going about your task. Arousal pools in your stomach when you hear the Earth ghoul chuckle a little, seeing right through your innocent act.

“I’d have thought you would have figured that out by now. Don’t you remember what a bad girl you were earlier?” Dew purrs as he stops just behind you. His warm breath ghosts across the back of your neck as stands there, waiting for you to make the next move. With this you turn around to face the ghoul and immediately recognize that he is not in the mood for your games. But no one ever said you make smart choices, so you decide to push him a little further. 

“Must have slipped my mind. Well good luck with that,” you say, gesturing to the bulge in his trousers,” I’m going to go find Swiss.”  

That’s it! That’s the final straw that it takes to break the fire ghoul. 

“You get back here,” Dew growls as he grabs one of your shoulders so that he can push you up against the wall. A gasp escapes you as the feeling of the cold stone hits your heated skin, at this point you no longer want to tease him. You could make this stop at any time but that is the farthest thing from your mind. You want this, you want him. 

“You think you can just tease me all day and not have to deal with the consequences?” Dew whispers as he leans down and nips at your ear. You are so desperate for him to be inside of you. Dew kicks your legs open so that one of  his thighs can slot in between your legs. The hand not pressing you up against the wall curls around your throat. He doesn’t want to choke you, he just wants to let you know who's in charge. 

“Please Dewy,” you whine as you attempt to grind your core down against his slender thigh. The fire ghoul just chuckles at your failure and subsequent groans of frustration. 

“Can’t seem to handle it when you’re the one being teased?” Dew mocks as he grinds his hard length against you before letting out an exaggerated moan. The hand curls a little tighter around your throat, causing you to whimper. A pang of arousal shoots through your body like a bolt of lightning. 

“Please Dew,” you repeat once more,” I’ll do anything you want me to. Just please, please touch me.” 

“Begging already? Pathetic,” the ghoul sneers, but you know better. Dew thrives off of this kind of control. To your relief the fire ghoul continues with his statement. 

“Hmmm, but since you do it so well, I will, but you have to do something for me first, okay?” Dew smirks as he watches you nod quickly in response. 

“Anything,” you respond. 

All of a sudden, Dew runs a claw down the side of your dress, ripping the fabric off of your body. A shiver runs down your spine and you are not sure whether it is due to the cool air of the ghoul dens or the dominance of Dew’s display. A smile appears on Dew’s face as he looks over your nude form. 

“Such a dirty little thing, walking around with no underwear on. You should be ashamed,” Dew purrs. To your relief, he takes some pity on you and positions his thigh so that you can grind your core against it.Your slick leaks out onto his clothed thigh as your cheeks flush. Your breath quickens when you realize your door is unlocked, someone could just walk in on the two of you like this. 

“Dew,” you whine,” someone could see us.” 

“Good. Then they can see that you’re my little slut,” Dew teases,” but you’d like that wouldn’t you? I have half a mind to drag Swiss in here and make him watch.”

You can help the whine that slips past your lips. The fire ghoul lets go of your throat when he feels another gush of slick escape you, pleased that his words are having the desired effects.  Dew proceeds to strid over to your bed. He sits down and spreads his legs a little. 

“Alright, come here,” the ghoul instructs as he pats his lap. You shuffle over to him and lay yourself out for him. An approving hum escapes him as he rakes his eyes over your body. 

“Okay,” you whisper as another shiver of arousal runs down your spine. You feel his hand lightly caress your bare cheek as he leans down so that his warm breath ghosts over the shell of your ear. 

“You know what to say to make this stop. Say it and I will stop immediately,” the ghoul whispers before his hand lands on you with a smack, the force of it jolting your body forward a little. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoes in the room as you let out a whimper. The force was much greater than you were expecting but it felt oh so good. Dew gives you no time to calm down before landing another blow to the other cheek. With each spank you let out little pants and cries at the sting. You can feel yourself dripping onto his thigh as the punishment continues, knowing your rear must be red by now.  

“See what bad girls get?” Dew mocks as he watches your ass jiggle with each hit. By this point, tears are streaming down your cheeks as your hands remain fisted in the sheets.

“FUCK! Dew!,” you scream when he lands a particularly hard hit on the tender skin of where your thigh meets your ass, his nails dig into your skin, drawing blood. Dew roughly grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look up at him. The strange angle is uncomfortable and makes your neck ache. 

“Had enough yet?” Dew asks with a wicked smile plastered on his face. In defiance you stick out your tongue at him. The smile fades from his lips and you can feel his skin heat up in response. If you want to keep playing this little game, the fire ghoul is more than willing to play with you. 

“Fine, you little brat!” Dew spits as he roughly throws you off of him. You watch as the ghoul stands up and quickly undoes his belt and trousers, lowering them just enough to remove his aching cock from its fabric confines. 

“No biting,” Dew growls as he threads his fingers through your hair, roughly gripping the back of your skull. He then proceeds to use his other hand to position his member near your lips. His cock bumps against your closed mouth a couple of times before he tightens his grip on your hair. 

“Open UP!” the fire ghoul roars and this time you obey. 

Without much warning, Dew shoves himself into your mouth and sets a brutal pace, giving you no time to adjust. You gag when his cock hits the back of your mouth. Dew just smirks and continues ramming himself down your throat. With every movement, your knees scrape against the stone floor and you know you will have to figure out some way to explain the bruises there tomorrow. Out of instinct your hands come up to grab onto his hips in an attempt to gain some control. Surprisingly Dew allows this. 

Spit leaks out from around your mouth as his hips brush against your nose. The noises that Dew lets out above you makes your core grow wetter. You attempt to swirl your tongue around him but his pace is making that difficult so you just settle on letting him use your mouth as his own personal fuck toy. Your nails dig into his hips leaving a trail of red marks in their wake.

Every time you gag around him, the fire ghoul lets out another breathy moan. Dew’s rhythm  starts to falter as he nears his peak. After snaking a second hand into your hair, Dew uses the increased leverage to his advantage. Dew snarls as he pushes your head down so that your nose is pressed against his pelvis. 

The fire ghoul cums with a roar. White hot ropes of spend coat the back of your throat as he tugs at your hair. When he pulls you off of him, you can feel just how messy your face is. The tears rolling down your cheeks have managed to mix with the cum and saliva mixture running down your chin. The ghoul continues to hold your hair in his fist, using it to crane your neck back so that you are up looking at him, your chest heaving as you attempt to catch your breath.

Dew lets out a breathy chuckle as he slowly lowers himself to a kneeling position to get on your level. With his thumb, he wipes away a drop of saliva attached to your chin, smirking as he does so. His other hand roams down to dip between your thighs. Try as you might, you just can’t help the groan that escapes your lips as two of his fingers dip into your dripping core. Something akin to excitement flickers in Dew’s eyes when he realizes just how needy you are for him. 

“Look at you,” the fire ghoul mocks as he roughly grabs your chin,” so needy.” 

With this Dew pulls you closer to him so that his lips crash into yours. You let out a small whimper as your body fully submits to him. A pleased grumble escapes the ghoul as his tongue explores your mouth. Dew’s deft fingers speed up as you feel yourself drawing nearer to your peak. 

“You think Swiss could make you feel like this?” Dew growls as he pulls away from the kiss. The only response you can manage is a small whimper. 

“ANSWER ME!” Dew demands as he continues his fingers continue at their brutal pace. 

“No! Only you!” you cry as the fire ghoul slips in a third finger. 

The response seems to sate the ghoul, who soon begins attacking your neck with small nips. With his mouth no longer muffling you, your cries echo throughout the room. 

“That’s right. Only I can make you feel like this,” Dew hisses in your ear as his fingers speed up. You can feel something building inside you as your nails dig into your own thighs. The arm wrapped around your chest pulls you in tighter against the fire ghoul’s chest. 

“Oh fuck,” you pant as you feel Dew’s thumb swipe over your sensitive clit. A growl rumbles from the ghoul’s chest as he watches you begin to fall apart. If your mind wasn’t clouded with lust you would have thought it was strange that Dew was bringing you to an orgasm so soon, after all, this was meant to be a punishment. 

You scream out as you cum on his fingers. Dew can feel his cock stir once more with interest as he feels your tight heat clench around his digits. Pleasure floods your body as your legs begin to trimble. You can feel beads of sweat running down your temples as you buck into the fire ghoul’s hand as he continues to work you through the pleasure. 

As the haze of your orgasm starts to clear, you realize that Dew has yet to pull his fingers away and you can feel oversensitivity beginning to creep in. 

“Dew?” you question as you look into his fiery eyes. The ghoul just smirks back at you and speeds up his fingers. 

“Dew!” you cry out as you feel yet another orgasm building within you, riding the thin line between pleasure and pain. The coil in your core begins to tighten. Soon you are once again cummng all over his fingers with his name falling from your lips. When your body can’t take it any longer and you collapse, falling from your knees to the floor. The fire ghoul takes some pity on you and briefly removes his fingers from your core. Dew helps to shift you so that you can lean up against the bed before his fingers make their way back to your core. 

“No,” you whine as the ghoul’s fingers begin to speed up once more. 

“Come on baby, you know what I want,” Dew purrs. 

“I..I can’t,” you whine, already feeling oversensitive from your previous two orgasms. Dew moves to tightly grasp your chin before turning your face sideways to look in his eyes. 

“You fucking can and you will! 

Dew moves his fingers even faster and you can’t help but cry out at the sensation. Out of instinct, your body makes a pathetic attempt to wriggle out of the fire ghoul’s grasp, but to no avail. Dew manages to eke one more orgasm out of you. You scream as your body shakes with the intensity of your orgasm. It seems as though you might have blacked out, because when you regain your senses you find yourself cradled in the warm arms of the fire ghoul. 

“You did so well for me,” Dew coos as he strokes a hand through your hair. You let out a little hum as you let yourself relax into the feeling of his body against yours. As you shift in an attempt to find a more comfortable position, you feel his erection brush against your thigh. Your eyes flicker over to him and a smile forms on his face. However, before you have the chance to speak there is a knock at your door. 

“Hey, so I think I left my wallet in your bag —--” Swiss starts as he opens the door, stopping once he sees the scene. The multi ghoul’s eyes widen as he takes in the sight of your sweaty, naked body sprawled out over Dew’s lap. There isn’t much that will leave Swiss speechless, but this is one of those rare times where he truly cannot think of anything to say. Swiss remains frozen in place until Dew speaks up. 

“Well don’t just stand there. Either come in or leave, don’t just stand there,” Dew instructs. Swiss hesitates for a few seconds as he decides what he should do, but before he knows it, he finds himself stepping into the room. He closes the door behind him as his eyes remain locked onto your. Your eyes flicker from Swiss back to Dew as a puzzled expression appears on your face. 

“Now, let’s see if Swiss can make you feel like I do.” 

As The large Earth ghoul quietly wanders the halls of the secluded east wing, he allows his mind to drift. He is seeking out the company of his favourite individual. Mountain enjoys being around you, he appreciates the quiet conversations the two of you would have most evenings; however, when you did not show up to dinner this evening, Mountain set about searching for you. 

He asked Sunshine if she had any ideas as to where you could be found. Sunshine told him to try looking in the east wing, you often went there when you wanted to relax. 

The fluttering of piano keys caught Mountain’s attention. As he roamed farther down the hallway the music grew louder. 

You hear the door creak open and the footsteps of someone entering; however, when they don’t speak, you choose to finish the concerto. Mountain just stands there in silence, enjoying the haunting melody. 

“Chopin right?” Mountain asks as he walks out of the shadows. 

“That’s right, you really know your 19th century music” you reply with a smile. You make room for Mountain to join you on the piano bench before motioning for him to come sit. After he sits down, you begin to play once more. 

“One can feel his emotions in these pieces,” you explain, closing your eyes,” All of his sadness, loneliness and joy.” 

Mountain watches your fingers dance over the keys as the melody fills the air. Moonlight pours in from the window, casting a glow over your skin. Mountain thinks that there is no time when you have looked more beautiful to him. So serene but there was a sadness behind your movement. Mountain allows the final note to hang in the air before speaking once more. 

“You missed dinner,” Mountain utters as he hands you a protein bar. You thank him before happily taking it from his hand.   

“I didn’t know you were interested in classical music,” you comment before taking a bite of the bar. 

“Well, I wasn’t until a fews years ago when Cirrus introduced it to me,” Mountain smiles. He feels a little awkward just sitting here watching you eat so he allows his eyes to roam around the room. 

“It looks like you come here often” the ghoul comments as he looks at the tall vaulted ceilings. The room has not been updated in at least 40 years, but it appears that you have been working on cleaning up the place. The drapes have been replaced along with some of the furniture in the middle of the room. 

“I do. I come here when I want to be alone.” 

“Oh! Well, if you would rather I go—” Mountain states as he begins to stand.

You stop him by placing your hand on his knee. 

“Stay, I enjoy your company,” you explain before you finish up the last few bites of the bar. 

Mountain feels his heart swell at your admission. You enjoy his company. It then dawns on him that your hand is still on his knee and it seems that his brain isn’t the only part of him to notice. He feels his cock stir a little in his trousers, normally something as simple as a hand on his knee wouldn’t get him going like this, but it seems as though you hold some mystic power over him.  Mountain stands up and turns to attempt to hide his excitement. However, it wasn’t soon enough because you notice. It’s not like you weren’t looking for a sign of his attracted to you at every chance you get. Butterflies fill your insides at the idea of your interest being requited. 

“So what are you reading?” Mountain asks, trying to make his abrupt change in position seem normal. He walks over to the stack of books sitting atop the coffee table. You smile to yourself as you watch the ghoul flip through a book, pretending to be interested. Ever since you got to the ministry you had found Mountain to be quite attractive. There was something about the tall, quiet drummer that just drew you to him, and now that it is obvious that he is interested in you, you feel that this might be the right time to make a move. 

You stand up and saunter over to the ghoul. Once you reach him, you let your hand brush up against his thigh as you move to sit on the couch. Mountain shivers a little at the feeling, finding it harder and harder to conceal the growing arousal in his trousers. 

You flop down onto the couch before calling Mountain over. 

“Come here Mounty,” you coo. Mountain can’t resist you and he slowly makes his way over to the couch. After sitting down he quickly places one of the throw pillows on his lap. As you lean over to whisper something in his ear, Mountain feels his heart race. 

“Do you want me?” you whisper as you place a hand on top of his. 

“Yes,” Mountain turns to look at you as he utters his response, finding your beaming smile in response. Slowly the ghoul brings a hand up to gently cup your face. As if out of instinct, you relax and lean into his touch. 

“Is this alright?” the ghoul asks as he gently stroked your cheek with his thumb. 

“Yes,” you whisper. Mountain hardly dared to breathe for fear of interrupting the moment. You leaned in to press your lips against his. The Earth ghoul is careful not to let his fangs prick the delicate skin of your lips as he kisses you. 

 Mountain rumbles a little as you begin to roam his body with your hands. Your nimble fingers, quickly working the buttons of his dress shirt open before you are able to run your hands over his bare chest. Mountain pulls away from this kiss, removing the rest of his shirt as he does so. The look in his eyes has turned feral and hungry. Before you know it, he is back on you.

You gasp when you feel Mountain’s warm breath ghost over the exposed skin of your neck. 

“May I?” Mountain asks, tugging at the hem of your dress. You nod eagerly in reply. A wide grin spreads on Mountain’s face as he pulls it up and over your head. He takes a couple of steps back to admire your form as a pleased hum escapes his lips. While he enjoys looking at every part of your body, there is one spot in particular that he allows his eyes to fixate on: your thighs. 

You throw him a smirk before you remove your underwear, tossing them over your shoulder. The sight of you nearly has the ghoul drooling and he can feel his cock filling even more. 

The ghoul moves closer to you once more before placing a gentle kiss on your collar bone. Your hands begin to wander once more, slowly working their way down to his trousers, but just as you reach his belt, you are stopped. You open your eyes and lean back to look at him, hoping you didn’t read the situation incorrectly. 

“I… I don’t want to hurt you,” Mountain stutters as he looks into your eyes. 

“You won’t. I won’t let you,” you assure as you place your hand on top of his before giving him a gentle smile. Mountain nods before he continues the removal of his trousers. 

Oh holy shit! He’s massive! Your eyes widen at the sight of him. Now you understand his concern about hurting you. The Earth ghoul must sense you unease, that, or he’s used to this kind of reaction. 

“Do you think you can handle it?” Mountain questions with concern, he’s not cocky about it, like you would expect him to be. You take a minute to truly debate whether you can, but before you can answer Mountain thinks of something. 

“Actually, I want to try something a little different,” Mountain states,” if that’s alright with you?” 

“Sure,” you respond, wondering what he has in mind,” whatcha thinking?” 

“I wanna fuck your thighs,” Mountain says, a blush heating up his cheeks. He has never tried this but he had heard Swiss talk about it before. 

“Okay. How do you wanna do this?” You question. Mountain looks around the room and decides the best decision would be to remain on the couch. 

“Here?” Mountain suggests, you just nod before you get off the couch. 

Mountain’s eyes widen as you slowly sink to your knees in front of him, spreading his knees apart as you do so. His breath quickens and his pulse races. You’re not about to oohhh…..

A loud moan escapes Mountain as you run your tongue down the side of his member before taking the base in your hand and giving it a few pumps. Precum has already started beading at the tip of his cock. Mountain’s nails dig into the meat of his thighs, leaving bright red marks behind. He cannot bring himself to look away from the scene unfolding in front of him.

“I’ve got to get you nice and wet so you can fuck my thighs, Mounty,” you purr. Your words cause the ghoul to groan and throw his head back. He thinks he could cum just from hearing you speak to him. Your lips seal around his cock once more before you swirl your tongue around the tip. While you aren’t able to fit all of him, you do your best with what you got. Your hand pumps the part that cannot fit in your mouth while you go about sucking him off. 

Mountain’s hands have migrated from his thighs to the couch, nails dig into the fabric as moans and gasps fall from his lips. Mountain is hesitant to place a hand on your head for fear of hurting you. You only pull off of him for a second to tell him that it is okay. After only a couple of moments you feel Mountain tugging lightly at your hair and if your lips weren’t stretched over his cock you would have smiled, knowing that the ghoul is becoming more comfortable with you. 

Without warning, Mountain cums down your throat with a growl. You can’t help but feel a little disappointed that you didn’t get the chance to give him a thigh job. Once you hear him hiss in oversensitivity you release him from your mouth. As Mountain catches his breath he utters little praises and  gently strokes your hair. You bask in his words for as long as you can, before remembering just how aroused you are. 

“I was really looking forward to that thigh job,” you playfully pout as you look up at Mountain. 

A smile spreads across Mountain’s blissed out face. You really don’t know ghouls do you. 

“Come here,” Mountain grunts as he pulls you up so that you are sitting on his lap. He flips you around so that your back is pressed up against his chest before spreading your legs open and keeping them there with his own. 

You gasp as you feel him slowly slip a finger into your soaked core. 

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Mountain whispers in awe and he is glad that the two of you aren’t going to attempt to fit him inside of you at this moment. He plants a kiss on the side of your neck while adding a second finger. Your eyes roll back in pleasure as you feel him pumping his fingers inside of you. 

You feel something large pressing against your back and are shocked by how short the ghoul’s refractory period was. Mountain adds a third finger when he feels that you are ready. The pleasure causes you to dig your nails into the flesh of his thigh in an attempt to ground yourself. Before long Mountain’s thumb is rubbing circles on your clit and you know that it won't be long until you reach your peak. 

The little moans and whines are music to Mountain’s ears, his chest swells with pride knowing that he is the cause of your pleasure. You clench around his fingers a couple of times as you draw nearer to your orgasm. The sensation causes a groan to escape Mountain and he speeds up his hand. 

“Mountain!” you cry as your orgasm comes crashing down over your body. The intensity of it has your legs shaking. Mountain slowly works you through it with little coos of ‘I’ve got you’ and ‘you’re doing so well’. Once you finally come down from your high, you can feel the slickness between your thighs. 

“You ready for that thigh job now?” Mountain questions with a cheeky grin. You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Mountain shifts underneath you so that he is laying reclined out on the sofa. He then spins you around and pulls you flush against him so that you are chest to chest with him. 

“This okay?” Mountain grunts as he positions his member between your thighs. 

“It’s perfect,” you sigh as you feel the tip of his cock tap against your thigh. Mountain nods and the both of you let out moans as he slides himself between your closed thighs, the wetness from your previous orgasm makes the motion smooth. You had never tried anything like this before, but this sure wasn’t going to be the last time. Mountain’s cock managed to rub against your slit and apply pressure on your clit with each thrust. You can feel more slick leaking out of you with each movement. 

“Fuck,” Mountain whispers as he continues to rail into your thighs, he brings his lips to your neck and begins to place a series of hot, open mouthed kissed on your collarbone. Mountain speeds up his pace when you cross your ankles, giving him a tighter space. A hand snakes in between your bodies and Mountain proceeds to rub your sensitive clit with his thumb. 

“Mountain,” you shriek as you feel the pleasure building within you. You are on the edge, when Mountain bites down on your neck, sending your orgasm crashing over you. Bolts of pleasure course through your body as the ghoul continues to rub you, prolonging your high. His name falls from your lips like a prayer, encouraging the ghoul as he draws closer and closer to a climax.

The Earth ghoul’s nails dig deeper into your flesh as you feel his muscles tense underneath you. His ragged breaths sound so far off in the midst of your own orgasm. You hear Mountain grunt in your ear as he cums. Hot splashes of cum land on the backs of your thighs, drawing out your own orgasm. 

As the two of you attempt to catch your breath, Mountain begins placing light licks over the bite mark on your shoulder in an attempt to soothe it. The feeling of the warm, repetitive motions of his tongue relaxes you. 

You both remain in a state of post orgasm bliss for quite some time before you realize all of your weight is resting on Mountain. You begin to mumble as you attempt to stand. 

“Stay,” Mountain grunts as he pulls you back down onto him. It doesn’t appear that you have much of a choice in the matter as his strong arms wrap themselves around your body, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. After you lay your head back down to rest against his chest, Mountain places his chin on it as he gently strokes your hair. 

“Next time I’ll come prepared so you can actually fuck me,” you giggle. Mountain’s eyes light up at the thought of the next time. You really want to try again… with him? The idea excites him. 

“Next time?” Mountain questions with a grin. 

“Uh hu,” you mumble as your eyes slip closed. 

A yawn escapes your lips as you relax against him. His sweaty, warm skin is somehow soothing and the feeling of being pressed up against it starts to have a sedative-like affect on you. You are able to drift off to sleep to the sound of Mountain’s purr rumbling deep in his chest. 

Oh there will definitely be a next time.

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“You’re such a good boy Mountain,” you purr in the ghoul’s ear. He buries his face in your shoulder and lets out a groan as another drop of precum leaks out of his cock. You continue to pump him in your hand, your palm now slick with the stuff and it easily glides over his large member. 

Mountain removes his face from your shoulder before he flops it back down on the pillow. You have been edging Mountain for at least an hour by now and he has been so patience. A layer of sweat covers every inch of his skin, causing it to glisten with every movement. Mountain’s hips unconsciously thrust up to meet your hand as he chases his orgasm. You have to ignore your own arousal as you continue to watch the ghoul moan and pant under your touch. 

You would feel sorry for denying him for so long… if he hadn’t asked for this. Your thumb swiped over his sensitive head, causing him to let out another loud moan. His claws dug into the sheets, shredding them even more. He tenses under your touch and you know that it is a sign he is about to cum. With reluctance, you remove your hand from his cock. His only protest is a little whimper.  While he calms down, you soothe him by caressing his cheek and cooing praises at him.  

“Good boy Mountain,” you coo as you play with a strand of hair that had fallen in his face. A low rumbling purr comes from the ghoul as you do this. You continue to hold him like this until you feel that he has had enough time to come down. Slowly, you trail your hand down his body, eliciting a shiver from him. 

“Since you’ve been so good, this next time you can cum.” 

Mountain’s eyes light up at your words and his tail thumps down excitedly on the bed beside him. Once again you wrap your hand around his cock and resume your previous motion. You know it won’t be long before he reaches his peak, so you decide to speed it up by focusing more attention on the head of his cock. Mountain cries out when he feels you rub your thumb against his slit. This is all it takes to get Mountain to cum. 

A ground shaking roar escapes him as his eyes squeeze shut and his back arches up off the bed. You are sure that even the siblings on the other side of the Abbey grounds must have heard that. White ropes of cum spill out on your hand and his stomach, with some of it managing to make its way up to his heaving chest. You are a little shocked by the sheer amount of it. You gently work him through it until you hear him his from oversensitivity. 

One hand traces little circles on his hip, while the other caresses his face as you wait for Mountain to catch his breath and recover from his orgasm. Mountain nestles his head deeper into your hand before slowly opening his eyes. 

“There he is,” you smile. Mountain lets out a content hum as he reaches up to caress your cheek. 

“Thank you,” Mountain sighs as his tail flicks happily beside him. Mountain lifts his head to look down at the damage he had done. His eyes widen at the sight of his cum covered torso and shredded bed sheets. After shifting so that he is sitting up, Mountain reaches down and grabs your hand before bringing it to his mouth. A moan falls from your lips as you feel his tongue clean his own spend off of your fingers. The sight causes even more arousal to build within you. 

A grumble escapes him as he slowly begins working his way up your arm with a series of hot, open mouthed kisses. 

“Aren’t you tired?” you giggle as he finally makes it to your collarbone. He gently nips at your neck as his hand trails down your body, stopping before he touches where you want him the most. He pulls you into his lap and you gasp once you feel that his cock is already beginning to re-harden in interest. 

Your claws dig into the sheets below you as you let out a series of breathy “fucks”. All you can hear is the sound of skin on skin accompanied by the pants and growls of the large Earth ghoul currently above you. You feel Mountain’s claws pricking into the skin at your waist and he pulls you forcefully onto his large cock. Many would struggle to take such a richly endowed specimen of a ghoul, you, however, being a ghoul yourself had little to no problem, given that a decent amount of prep was involved.

Upon opening your eyes, you look up to see Mountain with his eyes closed and a fang poking out of his mouth as he bits his lower lip. You reach up one of your hands to caress the side of his face, causing him to open his eyes and look down at you. You offer a smile and coo out a praise.

“You feel so good Mounty,” you pur, “ you know exactly how to fill me up.”

Hearing this causes Mountain to mewl out a soft moan and grip your waist tighter. He leans down to hoover his face mere inches above your own.

“Darling, you are the greatest thing to ever happen to me,” Mountain admits as he slows his pace from short quick thrusts to long deep ones. You and Mountain had been mates for quite some time now. Being Mountian’s mate wasn’t a mutually exclusive deal, you were free to have fun with others, but at this point, given his was, Mountain wanted you to be part of any sexual or romantic encounter he might have.

And right now, at the height of his rut, Mountain needed you more than ever. Mountain preferred for you to be the one helping him through his rut given that a) you were now his mate and b) you being a ghoul means there was little to no risk of him breaking you.

You wrap your hands around Mountain’s back as he begins to plant a series of hot, open mouthed kisses along your neck and jawline. You nestle your face into his hair as you leave light scratches on his back. Mountain’s tail is currently curled snuggly on one of your legs which is presently draped over his hip.

Mountain once more begins to speed up his thrusts causing your breath to quicken. He unwraps his tail from your thigh and snakes it in between the two of you. The tip of his tail starts to rub small circles on your clit, causing you to nestle your face deeper into his hair. One of your hands scratches deeper into the flesh of his back while the other is planted firmly in his hair.

Just as you feel you are to reach your peak, Mountain tenses up and stops nipping at your neck to pop his head up and scan the room. His thrusts come to a halt as he raises his nose to the air and takes a deep inhale.

“Do you smell that?” Mountain growls out in a low whisper,” someone else is here.”

You take a moment to orient yourself and mourn your lost orgasm as you huff out a reply,” I don’t smell anyone but that could just be because my face was buried in your hair no less than two seconds ago.”

Mountain remains tense as a deep rumbling growl settles in his chest and he turns to stare at the slightly ajar door at the far side of the room. At this point you sit up with concern.

“Mountain, who is it?”, you ask as you cup his face trying to calm him down.

“Fire ghoul,” Mountain spits out,” and he wants to join in.”

Right as Mountain was speaking you caught a whiff of the scent Mountain was talking about. It smelled of campfire and amber. Typically, during a ghoul’s rut, their scent would overpower any other ghoul’s, especially to their mate. But this scent was now growing just as strong as Mountain’s earthy musk.

A pang of concern suddenly dropped in the pit of your stomach. “Dewdrop’s rut has been triggered,” you thought to yourself. You look up to see Dewdrop poking his head through the doorway with a sly smile on his face.

“I’m not intruding on anything?” Dewdrop asks rhetorically as he slips through the door and closes it behind him. You can already see the prominent bulge forming in Dew’s trousers.

“Get out,” Mountain utters just loud enough for Dewdrop to hear. Mountain’s grip tightens on your body and you feel the hair on his arms stand up.

“What was that Mounty? I didn’t quite hear you there,” Dewdrop teases.

“GET OUT!” Mountain roars as he stands to face Dewdrop. The ferocity of it startled both you and Dew. You looked from Mountain to Dewdrop to see that most of the color had drained from his face and his tail had curled itself around his leg. You had to admit, you’d never seen Mountain like this before. It is not like the two of you had never slept with the other ghouls before. Hell you two often invented the little gremlin standing before you to spend a night ( or two) in your shared bed.

Before you can grab him, Mountain storms over to where Dewdrop is cowering, reaching him with just four long strides. Mountain snatches Dew’s throat and lifts him into the air so that he is at eye level with Mountain.

“Mine,” Mountain snarls at Dew while showing his fangs. You hop up and rush over to where the two ghouls are standing. You grab Mountain’s arm and tell him to put Dewdrop down. Mountain locks eyes with up and upon seeing the seriousness in yours sets the smaller ghoul. Dewdrop sputters and coughs while he tries to catch his breath. You step in between the ghouls and push Mountain father away from Dew.

“Mountain! What was that all about? Dew is in rut too, you can’t blame the guy for trying to get a little something, “ you fuss at Mountain. You back Mountain up until the backs of his knees touch the bed and he sits down. You stand above Mountain with your hands placed firmly on your hips. Mountain averts his eyes and looks sheepishly at the floor.

“I’m sorry darling, I just don’t know what came over me,” Mountain apologies as he shrugs.

“Oh I’m fine by the way. Thanks for fucking asking,” Dewdrop spits out from across the room.

“Oh Dew honey, I’m sorry,” you apologize as you rush over next to him. ”And Mountain is sorry too. Aren't you Mounty?” you say as you shoot a gaze over towards your mate.

“Yeah, I’m really sorry Dew,” Mountain confesses,” I- I- I just felt like you were trying to take [y/n] away from me.”

Dewdrop looks over to Mountain and a slight smile begins to spread over his lips.

“Yeah well I guess no harm was done,” Dew continues,” and I think I know of a way you could make it up to me.” The grin on Dewdrop’s face spreads even wider as he slowly begins to slide his tail up your naked leg.

“Dew, are you still hard after all of that?” you ask him with a chuckle.

“You of all people should know that I like it rough,” Dew smirks back as he snakes a hand around your waist and pulls you closer to him.

You turn to look at Mountain who is watching the two of you. His member beginning to re-harden with interest.

“You okay with Dew joining us Mounty,” you ask before history can repeat itself.

“Yes, but only if Dew lets me take the lead on this,” Mountain consents with a grin. Dewdrop’s brows raise in surprise. Usually Mountain is one of the more easy going ghouls and doesn’t take the dominant role.

“Yeah, oh course, if that’s what you want,” Dewdrop replies.

Mountain’s fangs poke out from behind his lips as a dark smile falls across his face.

“Good. Now let’s get started”

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when another ritual comes to an end with bleeding all over his fingers, guitar and the stage; dew cannot help but let out a sigh for thank fuck it's over and finally he can have a drink too many to ignore the stinging pain in his fingers and black out the exhaustion of the night.

these plans seem to come to an abrupt end as some weight lunges at him from the darkness, his back hitting the wall rather hard.

maybe he should start carrying a napkin of sorts with him from now on, at least to help stop the bleeding a little faster. and surely it'd keep this certain vermins of demons out and away.

it is not unusual for the unholy church of lucifer to house demons of different types. though his kind is known wide and well, both for their long millenia of service and presence, other kinds like to pop by once in a while– some just to have a place to return after they're done whatever it is they wish to do on earth, some just bored out of their mind and must've gained enough favors to leave hell for a while.

and vampires, the lowly bunch of them all, is one species that can always be found, though they are born on earth and seek the church for reasons only known to themselves.

blood is never a good idea to have wiped off on your clothes, always drawing attention, stinking, a pain to clean up and total shitshow to deal with when there are vampires around.

maybe tonight is dew's lucky night, maybe not so much– or so he tries to decide as he recognizes your scent, your hands greedily roaming his figure already.

"missed me already?" your hands halt for a moment and opt to ignore his claim instead.

with your cold breath fawning over his neck already, he decides it's going to be a lucky night.

lips pressed against where his ear should be, you coo: "didn't anyone tell you what happens to lonely little ghouls bleeding all over late at night?"

cold digits wrapping around his aching hand, you bring it to his lips, dragging your tongue over his knuckles and joints where it bleeds. the coldness of your body always brings along a delightful jolt. humming against his hand and leaving behind a trail of saliva over his prickling cuts, dew watches your eyes closing with content and reopening to meet his gaze, something burning behind your eyes.

if this is what will bring you to him every night, dew is more than willing to cut himself up purposefully, maybe slit a limb here, stab a dagger there, fill the hallways with the sharp sulfuric scent of his blood whenever he passes by your chambers.

he can hear the sounds of others muffled, far away from where you are. separated by walls and doors, nobody cares where the other has gone lost to.

it infuriates him, to think you feed from others sometimes. lean into their personal space like you're doing now.

does your hands go under their shirts like now? do you drag your nails against their skin as well, draw patterns, write lucifer knows what– maybe a chant, long lost words to an enchantment perhaps. is this what it is? binding him with the dark arts, infiltrating his mind with the guidance of the maiden, the mother and the crone?

open mouthed kisses deepening in no time, dew can feel your teeth grazing his artery, nibbling against it, toying with it– oh how badly you want to sink your teeth in already, don't you?

pressing your body closer to him, dew pulls you by the waist, angling his hips just right to draw a moan out of you. he likes how your body melts into his so naturally, as if carved for him, made for him. each roll of his hips, you meet in the middle, moving down his neck, tilting his head with a hand to make more space for yourself.

slowly dew allows himself to slide down the wall, making sure to maintain contact between your bodies, quickly pulling you by the legs to straddle him completely once he is seated.

moving to give your love to the other side of his neck, you grind against his length, feeling his hardness between your legs.

you should thank the acting papa if you ever see him, for designing them pants that leave nothing to the imagination, the material used not dulling a single sense.

kissing slightly deeper with each one, your lips never leave his neck, guaranteeing him several marks to adorn his neck in the following hours.

for a moment dew cannot help but wonder if you kiss the others you feed from as well. do you kiss them with such fervor too? making sure to suck and paint, do you grab whatever you can get a hold of as you do so? hand on the nape of his neck, smashing his face into you, a hand kneeding his flesh, pinching his nipples, travelling south and meeting the waistband of the pants he wears...

do you lose yourself like you do on him with your other donors, too? do you straddle them, wrap your legs around as a means to cage, feeling every twitch of his dick, feeling his precum leaking through the pants if you're wearing a light fabric.

dewdrop recalls how you'd make sure to lick a stripe against the bite mark back then, something about fastening the healing process, some vampire thing you claimed.

as far as he knows, and he keeps his tabs well, he is the only one you kiss, bite and feed from and leave awith hickeys and bite marks adorning his neck afterwards.

something about this makes his chest swell with pride. and claim. of you and him, and sedating such cravings.

one hand on your waist, he moves you in sync with his hips, deepening each roll of his hips, making sure you'll be thinking of his cock even when you're not fucking.

he can picture it already, how you'll throw your head back in ecstasy in a short while, all clothing discarded on the floor somewhere, pupils dilated, your eyes pitchblack, riding on the pleasure you get from him– dew wonders if you'll even be able to make it out to reach his chambers or it'll be another one of those nights.

each bite you take grows bigger, the kisses decreasing in amount and getting sloppier and suddenly a sharp pain– and pure bliss that follows after.

there is a reason some humans allow vampires to feed from them for a reasonable price.

and if there's anything dew likes as much as feeling you around him, it is your fangs sunk into his skin, drinking his blood like a parched man. with each sip, each gulp of his blood down your throat, down your lips, your neck, your body; he can feel himself getting closer. fingers digging into your waist, he presses you against his body, grinding his aching cock into you, feeling your growing wetness and warmth, smelling your arousal already– and all that for him. not for those sorry excuses of people you fed on before.

you don't drink their blood more than needed like you do with him; allowing yourself to get greedy, getting drunk on his taste, on his blood, smelling of him in no time. you don't ride anyone else like you do him, you do not come on any other cock like you do on his, sinking your teeth into his artery as he enters you in one swift motion, snapping his hips onto yours as you've drunk more than you could handle, getting drowsy over him, body limp against his.

no, dewdrop knows you haven't visited your other 'snacks' as usually for a while now.

too busy having him fill you up, not bothering to lick the fang marks after you're done...

"Amore."

"Yes?"

"Please."

You glanced back at your dear, sweet cardinal, who had been following you around the library most of the afternoon like a lost puppy, whining after you. The adorable pout on his lips made you stop and give him a quick kiss.

"I'm working, Copia."

"But now is the perfect time! I have been keeping track!" he announced proudly.

You smiled and shook your head. Unbeknownst to you until a few days ago, Copia had been keeping up with your cycle and knew the approximate window of when you would be ovulating. You both were impatient to start your family, but at times, it seemed like Copia was by far the more enthusiastic one, as was the case now.

You continued on with replacing books on the shelves from the cart in front of you. "If you've been keeping track, then it will likely be the perfect time this evening, too."

"But, amore…"

You stopped again, surprised by the hurt in his voice. The sad look on his face had your resolve slipping.

"Don't you want me?"

You sighed. "Want has nothing to do with it. We're in the middle of the library! Are you wanting to take me up against a bookshelf or something?"

Copia quickly stepped in front of you and pressed you against the shelves. You could already feel him beginning to stir in his pants. "I can if you want me to." He kissed your cheek and then just in front of your ear. "Please, amore." He moved down to kiss your neck. "I need you. I need to fill you, make you mine…”

You laughed lightly despite the heat of arousal that spread through you. Honestly, you wanted him just as badly. “Well, how can I say no to that?” You then glanced around the area of the library you were currently in. “You sure you want to stay here? And not go back to your room?”

He sagged against you. “Amore… I cannot wait.” He pressed his lower half against you, grinding slowly and letting you feel that he was already half hard. “I must have you.”

You shook your head, smiling. Fine, if he wanted this, you would oblige him, but on your terms. You took Copia’s hand. “Then come on. I know where we can have some privacy.”

“But—”

You threw a smirk back at him. “For what I have planned, we’ll need some.”

From the deep breath he took and the wide-eyed look he gave you, he was both excited and nervous. And from his tight grip on your hand, he was impatient as well. You loved it when he was like this, and you were going to make the most of it.

You led him to a store room near the back of the library. It had been a slow day anyway, so it was doubtful anyone would come back here any time soon.

Fortunately, there was a chair in there, which would suit your purposes just fine.

"Sit down," you said to him, motioning toward the chair as you shut the door behind you.

He did as you said but looked confused. "Amore, wha—"

You quickly leaned down and kissed him. "Trust me. You do trust me, don't you?"

"You know I do."

"Good." You smiled, knelt between his legs, and began to unbutton his shirt — fortunately, he had forgone the cassock. "Because I have plans for you, my sweet Cardinal."

Copia blushed lightly at your words. "H-how will this help us make babies?"

With each new patch of skin you revealed as you slowly undressed him, you left little kisses behind. "I just want to get you worked up a little bit first, that's all."

By this point, you had reached his tummy, which had him squirming and gripping the chair. You licked and nipped at the soft, tender flesh there, getting the most delightful little sounds out of him.

"Amore mia, please!" he whined, lifting his hips. "I need you to—" His words were cut off by a gasp as your fingers began teasing him through his trousers. Copia then moaned and threw his head back, his hips lifting to push into your hand. "Fuck…"

Even though he could not see you, you smiled up at him. This was your favorite side of Copia, a side only you ever got to see, simply because he trusted you so much to be so completely open and vulnerable. 

You undid his trousers and pulled them down enough to free his hard member, already beginning to leak at the tip. You let your breath ghost over his heated flesh, making him whine and twitch, but he kept his hands at his sides.

"Please," he whispered.

Without touching him, you licked his tip, teasing him with just your lips and tongue. "Such a good boy," you murmured, your hands moving to squeeze his hips. Fuck, you loved him like this…

Copia seemed to melt at that, whining and whimpering even more. "Amore, pleeeeease."

You continued to suck and lick just his tip, eliciting more precum that you eagerly lapped up, all the while lightly teasing his tummy with your fingertips. You could tell he was holding back, biting his lip to keep from being too loud. There was a sheen of sweat on his heaving chest now and sweat dampening his hair at his temples. You wanted to kiss him, but you were not done with your teasing. Teasing him turned you on just as much as it did him.

"Please, what, my love? Tell me what you want."

His hips bucked, but you did not allow him to go any further into your mouth.

"I need to fuck you!" he begged. His hips continued to helplessly thrust upward. You opened your mouth enough to let the underside of his cock rub against your tongue. "I need to cum inside you, fill you with my seed, make you mine, make you swell with my child! Please, amore, let me do this!"

You shivered and felt a fresh wave of heat pool between your legs, your cunt clenching, aching to be filled. "Fuck, Copia, I want that, too…" 

You quickly tugged your veil and habit off and helped him undress the rest of the way. In the next instant, Copia pulled you up onto his lap and wasted no time lining you up with his cock. As you sank onto him, you crashed your lips with his, your tongues meeting with frenzied passion. Copia moaned into your mouth as he tasted himself on your tongue.

You moaned, too, but more so at the feeling of him filling and stretching you. "Copia," you breathed against his lips once he was fully seated within you. "I love you."

Copia's hands groped and squeezed at your hips and ass, promoting you to grind down onto him. He groaned. "I love you, too, amore."

He lifted you up and set a quick pace, letting you fall back down onto him as he thrust up into you. You had already been so wet, so he was easily gliding in and out of you, your combined moans and wet sounds filling the small room.

Between moans of pleasure, you kissed his lips — swollen from him having bitten them earlier to keep himself quiet — as you wanted to do before. Your hands were braced on his shoulders while his gripped your ass.

You were teetering on the edge when Copia suddenly stood and pressed you up against the wall, pounding into you. You cried out, no longer caring who could hear you. Your fingers tangled in Copia's damp hair, and he looked into your eyes.

"Amore," he grunted. "Cum with me. Fuck… I'm going to fill you with me, amore mia. You are going to give me a child, sì? We are going to have a family."

You threw your head back against the wall, moaning. "Yes! Yes, Copia, please!"

Copia growled and redoubled his efforts. In the next instant, the dam broke within you, and you saw stars, your walls clamping down on him and flooding over him with your juices. Copia followed you over a second later, burying himself deep as his cock swelled and kicked within you. He groaned and whined, holding you down tightly on him as you both shuddered through your orgasms together.

Once you were both sated, Copia sagged against you, both of you gasping for breath. You kissed his sweaty forehead and temple.

"I love you so much," you whispered.

Copia squeezed you and nuzzled against your neck. "Amore mia, dolcezza mia… Ti amo, cara mia…"

He sat back down after that with you still straddling him. You cuddled close, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Do you think it worked?" he murmured after a long moment of just basking in each other's presence.

You hummed and lightly rubbed his chest. "Yes, I do. I can feel it in my bones. But whether or not it did, we're doing this again, though I'd prefer our bed."

"Mm, sì. Thank you for indulging me."

You leaned back and kissed him languidly. "Thank you, my love, for indulging me."

Copia smiled crookedly at you. "You are welcome, amore. We both enjoy that, do we not?"

"Oh, yes, we do."

You kissed him again, wrapping your arms around his neck and melting against him. Copia smoothed his hands over your back, holding you close.

"I feel it, too, amore," he whispered against your lips. "We will be a family."

You smiled. "I know we will."

Translations:

Amore mia, dolcezza mia… Ti amo, cara mia - my love, my sweet… I love you, my darling

You let out a harsh breath through your teeth, fighting against your need to move your hips. Terzo would stop if you moved too much. 

For what seemed like the past hour, you had been sitting between Terzo’s legs, your back against his chest, with two of his fingers slipping in and out of you. You were so wet, so desperate for more, yet Terzo seemed to have no intention of giving you more anytime soon. He was too focused on reading a book. At least, he was acting like he was reading. You could hear and feel his unsteady breaths, as well as the hard press of his erection against your lower back. Try as he might, Terzo could not fully hide how much this affected him. He also appeared cognizant enough to realize the few times you got close to cumming, and his fingers abruptly left you, only to return once you had calmed a bit. And the one time you had bucked up against this hand, he tutted quietly and pulled his hand away.

“Now, now, cara mia,” he murmured, pressing a delicate kiss to your temple. “You’ll take what I give you and no more.”

You had sighed in frustration at that, but then you had to remind yourself that you had readily agreed to this. Actually, it had been your idea, and Terzo was all too happy to oblige. But now, the teasing was getting to be too much.

“Terzo,” you whined. At this point, you did not care if you had to beg.

He hummed distractedly as if you were truly interrupting his reading. “Sì, cara mia? What is it?”

“I need more, Terzo. Please!”

It was embarrassing, really, hearing just how wet you were, and you could see and feel how wet his palm was from your slick. He seemed to be making a point of emphasizing it.

“This is not enough?” he asked, slipping his fingers from you to slide up to your clit, teasing the sensitive bud. 

You gasped, unable to keep your hips from moving now. You felt like you were on the verge of tears. If Terzo kept this up, you would cum whether he wanted you to or not.

“I want and need to cum, Terzo!”

He took a shaky breath and pushed his fingers back into you, resuming his languid and purposeful movements.

“Then cum, amore mia,” he whispered harshly in your ear, his book now entirely forgotten. His other hand now moved to your inner thigh, grasping and kneading the flesh there. “Cum on fingers. And then, you will cum on my cock, sì?”

You groaned. “Oh, yes, Papa…”

He shifted his hips, pushing up against you, and slid his hand up from your thigh to your breast. “Cum now, cara mia, so I can fill you. I have been hard for so long, and I need you.”

You turned your head, which had been resting on his shoulder, toward him, now letting your hips rock to meet the movements of his fingers. Terzo touched his lips to yours. “I know,” you breathed with a smile. “I’ve felt you.”

He smiled, too. "Then you know I have not been unaffected but touching you as I have. Of feeling you becoming so wet, so needy…"

Your breath quickened, and you could feel yourself tensing. "Terzo!" you gasped.

"Sì! Sì, amore mio! Cum for your Papa!"

You threw your head back and arched upward, your hips bearing down on his fingers as you squeezed them hard, the relief of finally being able to cum making you sob. Terzo held onto you tightly, whispering praises into your ear.

As you were coming down, Terzo shifted under you, pushing his sweatpants down enough to free his cock.

"Come here, cara mia," he growled, lifting you up enough to line himself up with your entrance. "Let your Papa fill you, take you, make you mine."

"Fuck, Terzo, please! I need you!" You sank down onto him, moaning as he stretched and filled you.

"Mm, cara mia… you need my cock, don't you? You've needed it this whole time."

"I've needed you, yes!" you gasped as he bottomed out within you. 

Terzo's arms wrapped around you as he pressed kisses along your shoulder. "And I have needed you, cara mia." He smiled. "But the teasing was worth it, sì?"

You laughed breathily. "Yes! Absolutely worth it."

He hummed and began to rock his hips. From the angle, he could not move much, but that did not seem to deter him. His fingers played over your clit while his other hand went back to your breast, his fingertips teasing your peaked nipple.

"I will not last long, amore," he rasped as you braced your legs on the bed to aid his movements.

"I want to feel you, Terzo!"

"Sì, amore! Fuck, I'm going to cum! I'm going to fill you so full of me, cara mia!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, you felt him swell within you before he cursed and moaned your name, his cock kicking as he filled you with his cum. You followed him over, writhing in his arms as your walls squeezed and milked him for all he was worth.

Terzo buried his face between your neck and shoulder, his hands stroking over your sweaty skin.

"Love you, love you," he whispered over and over as you both came down, fighting for breath. "Oh, cara mia, I love you."

You paused outside the door, a smile and a blush spreading across your face. From the muffled moans, it was obvious what was going on inside.

You peeked in through the crack in the door, catching sight of Copia lying on his bed, a book turned upside down next to him. He was still clad in a t-shirt and red sweats — just as you had left him — and his mouth was covered with the back of one hand while the other was palming himself through his pants. His head was thrown back on his pillow, his eyes closed as he squeezed and stroked the hard outline of his cock for a few more moments before finally sliding his hand down the front of his pants.

Copia moaned a little louder this time now that his hand was finally wrapped around his bare flesh. His hips bucked upward as his hand moved downward.

"Fuck…" you heard him breathe.

He muttered some more under his breath, but you could not make it out. It did not matter because you were too distracted by him wiggling out of his pants and tugging off his shirt, tossing them aside. He laid there for a moment, now completely naked and breathing deeply, his legs parting and his hips arching up.

Copia’s hand moved again, his fingers lightly sliding up the underside of his cock that was laying hard and heavy up his lower abdomen. He was teasing himself, making himself desperately horny. All you could do was watch, entirely enthralled by the scene before you and aching between your legs. Had you known your lover was this horny, you would not have left when you did.

But now, you were rewarded with the sight of Copia taking his cock in hand and beginning to stroke himself, smearing the precum that had formed at the tip down his shaft. He whined, fucking up into his hand, your name falling from his lips.

You felt your cunt clench, wishing you were being filled by him, that it was you squeezing his cock and not his hand. You could not help but push a hand between your thighs, pressing your fingers over your clit to give you some sort of stimulation. You moved your hand at the same speed as Copia's strokes and bit your lip to keep yourself from echoing his moans. You were enamored by every line, curve, and plane of his body, brought to life by the pleasure he was giving himself.

You knew he was getting close from the increased frequency of his whines and grunts of pleasure. You so wanted to go in and either suck him off or impale yourself on him, riding him to completion, but you stayed put, also wanting to watch the rest of the show.

His free hand suddenly hit the bed, grabbing a fistful of the sheets. His other hand stopped at the base of his cock, and he threw his head back, his teeth clenched and his chest heaving.

"Amore mio," you heard him say. "Come here."

You blushed even harder. He had known you were there the whole time and had likely put on that show all for you, knowing just how you would be affected.

You pushed the door open, revealing yourself to him. After everything you had just seen, you did not even bother moving your hand that was still between your legs. Copia raised his head to look at you and groaned when he saw what you were doing.

"Fuck, amore… Let me see you."

Without a thought, you stripped off your clothes as quickly as possible and resumed touching yourself, your breath leaving you harshly as your fingers finally met your heated, damp folds.

Copia had moved to sit against the headboard, cock still grasped in his fist, his lust-filled gaze raking over you and lingering on where your fingers were. 

"Sit, amore," he rasped, gesturing with his head for you to sit in the bed in front of him. "Let me watch you pleasure yourself as you have watched me."

You moved immediately, your own desperation and need driving you. As soon as you were settled, you parted your legs, baring yourself to his heated gaze. All of Copia's attention was now on your glistening cunt as you continued to tease your clit for a moment before sliding a finger down to tease your entrance. You kept your eyes on his face, watching each little reaction he had to what you were doing. As you slipped your finger inside, Copia reacted for the first time, his hand flexing around his cock and his hips shifting upward. You held your hand in such a way that as you slid your finger back out, Copia could clearly see and hear just how wet you were.

"Fuck…" he muttered again. "All from watching me, amore?" he asked.

You sighed, continuing to slowly pump your finger. "All for you, my love."

Copia groaned and began moving his hand again over his shaft. You watched, transfixed once more. You added another finger, needing to feel more full and wishing they were his fingers. But it was enough to make you throw your head back and moan his name.

You felt the bed shift, and suddenly Copia was upon you, his lips meeting yours in a sloppy kiss as he held the back of your head with his free hand. He was on his knees between your legs, his hand now moving frantically over his cock, slicked with precum. You kissed him back, licking and nipping at his lips, making him whine.

"Amore!" he gasped. "I need to cum!"

He sat back on his calves, allowing you to see him fully again. His breath was coming faster, and you knew from the tenseness of how he was holding himself just how close he was.

You scooted closer to him and draped your legs over his, your other hand touching your clit. "Cum on me, Copia," you breathed, completely mesmerized by the look of ecstasy on his face as he teetered on the brink of completion. "Please, let me watch and feel you cum on me."

A high-pitched whine left him as his hand slowed and made a few deliberate strokes up to the head of his cock, the hot ropes of his cum shooting onto your stomach. The sight of him cumming and the sounds of his whines and grunts were enough to push you to the edge as well. Your breath came quickly as you moved your fingers faster over your clit.

"Copia! I'm cum— I'm cumming!"

He suddenly moved back and pulled your hand away from you, replacing your fingers with his own. He buried them deep, making you cry out and see stars as your walls clenched and fluttered around them, your juices flooding over him.

Copia was saying something to you, whispering, as his lips pressed light kisses to your cheek and jaw, but all you could focus on was riding his fingers, chasing another orgasm. It was only when he curled his fingers that you found it: a second rush of more intense pleasure crashing over you that had you nearly sobbing.

Copia maneuvered you around, pulling you sideways into his arms once he was sure you were fully sated, and held you for a long while, continuing with his gentle kisses into your hair and lightly stroking your hip and thigh.

"So beautiful, amore mio…" he whispered. "Always so beautiful in your pleasure."

You pressed yourself closer to him, breathing in his scent. "So are you. I could watch you all day."

He smiled against your hair. "Mm, sì. And I could watch you." He gave you a squeeze. "Come, amore, before we get too sleepy. Let's go get cleaned up."

You looked up at him, finding him gazing down at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes. "I love you, Copia."

Today had already been quite the stressful day. Long hours of staring at paperwork had started to make your eyes cross. You were ready to be off and enjoy a long nice soak in a super hot bath with your Ghoul. Papa Four had been on one recently and had put a lot of the Ghouls under stress as well, working them with long hours of rehearsal for the upcoming rituals.

You almost cried out of happiness when the clock finally struck six and you happily grabbed your keys and left the office, making sure to lock the door behind you. Your office sat on the upper floor of the church, large windows overlooking the vast cathedral below. Tucking the keys into one of the hidden pockets of your habit, you turned and made your way down the hallway, rotating your neck and sighing at the satisfying crack.

Pushing open the doors, you slowly made your way down the steps of the stairwell, your mind going to your Ghoul, wondering how he was holding up. He was probably still stuck in practice and you mentally prepared yourself to take yet another bath without him. For the past few weeks, it seemed that he always crawled into bed in the early hours of the morning and he was already gone before you woke up. If it wasn’t for the fact you knew he was completely loyal to you, you’d probably start to think he was sleeping around. Not many people could…well…handle him.

You giggled to yourself at the thought as you opened the door at the base of the stairs, leading into the cathedral. As you passed the confessionals, you gasped as the door suddenly opened and a long arm shot out and pulled you into the dark and small space. You opened your mouth to scream but the voice of the person you missed most called out to you. “Don’t scream! It’s just me!”

Then his natural smell hit you. The deep smell of patchouli and sandalwood wrapped around you and you leaned into it. “Mountain?” you asked, despite knowing it was your Ghoul that currently held you in his arms. You felt a face nuzzle into your clothed neck and you heard him groan. “Mmmm, it’s me, love.” His hands fell to your hips, squeezing gently. “I needed you. I haven’t seen you in so long, I really fucking need you baby,” his voice was breathy and needy as he rolled his hips into yours. “Mmmm, missed you so much.”

You moaned softly, tilting your head back as warmth spread across your entire body. Your hands cupped his face and you let out a light gasp of shock as you discovered his mask was not where it normally was. “Left practice in a hurry to see you. Forgot it,” he mumbled against your shoulder when he felt your hands touch his face. You laughed breathily and leaned in to plant your lips crookedly against his. He keened at the smallest touch and leaned into you, his grip on your waist hardening slightly. He pushed you against the far wall of the booth, his massive frame towering over you in the dark. “Taste so good, fuck.” His lips were eager against yours, small sighs escaping from him every so often.

His hands snuck up your body and when you felt the slightest amount of pressure on your shoulders, you knew what he wanted. “Have to feel your lips on me, please baby. Please.” He took a step back, big enough that it allowed you to sink to your knees before your Ghoul, your hands skirting down his chest and upper thighs as you did so. You made a quick haste of the intricate weavings of his ties that held his pants closed, practically ripping them down to his mid thigh in earnest. This was the first time in what felt like forever that you felt his heated skin against yours. Now Mountain was one of the few Ghouls that physically had to wear the human contraption of briefs, simply because what he was packing was entirely too big to be flopping about.

Your hands danced across his confined cock, relishing in the way he was already achingly hard. “You did miss me,” you teased, leaning in to give the material a long lick. The Ghoul above you jerked his hips, a small moan leaving his mouth. “Please,” he begged, “I want your mouth so bad.” Your fingers dug into the band of the underwear and you pulled down. The small holes in the confessional window allowed you to see shadowy images once your eyes had adjusted to the slight darkness and you were thankful in that moment. The sight of his heavy cock dropping was one that you permanently had engraved into your memory.

Your hands cupped the base of him, using a small amount of arm strength to lift it up, placing him before your mouth. He once again jerked the moment your touch encapsulated him. He was over sensitive from the only hand touching him these last few weeks being his own. And it never truly satisfied him the way that your touch could. And the proof had already begun to show.

You kissed along the side of his cock, the soft skin warm against your lips. And when you had reached the base, you managed to place a few nips at his exposed hip bones, noticing he had pulled his dress shirt up to be able to watch you. Your eyes flicked up to his as you raised your eyebrows wickedly. His eyes locked with yours, as he once again tilted his hips forward. “Please, Baby.” You faked an annoyed sigh, rolling your eyes. “I guess, since you’re so cute like this, all at my mercy.”

You licked a long stripe up the right side of his cock, appreciating the gasped moan that came from your ghoul. Once you got to the tip, you allowed the flared head to pop into your mouth as you gently sucked. Mountain’s thighs quivered, his upper body slumping against the far side of the confessional. If Satan ever came to drag him back to hell, he swore that he would drag you along with him just to be able to have you by his side for eternity.

Sitting up slightly higher on your knees, you pulled off of him enough to allow some of the spit you had accumulated to run down his shaft. Both of your hands wrapped around him and gave him deep and slow pumps, listening to the way his breathing increased. You replaced your mouth at his tip and took him in slightly more this time, enough to still be able to breathe and to let your tongue dance across the tip in your mouth. In rhythm with your hands, you moved your head back and forth, managing to get a little more of his massive size into your mouth with each try.

Your jaw already had started to hurt. You never measured him but you were pretty sure he was at least two and a half inches across in girth and your jaw felt it every time. You came back into reality and you could hear the small whimpers that your Ghoul had tried to muffle unsuccessfully. You tightened your grip on his shaft and that movement alone caused him to push himself from the wall and tower over you once more. “So good,” he whined, his hands ripping your headpiece away, wanting to entangle his claws into your hair.

After one particularly good suck, he leaned over you, arm resting on the adjacent wall above you and proceeded to rest his head on his arm, looking down at you. He had started to buck his hips in rhythm with your hands and mouth and an idea popped into your head. Pulling off of his cock, you swallowed your breath uneven. “Use me,” you said. “What?” came his breathy reply. “Use my mouth to get off. You’re so needy so use it.”

He released a small groan at the thought and situated himself, one leg on either side of your body. He guided your lips back to his cock and when he pressed in, his hand came to the back of your head, claws entangling into your hair once again. “Scratch me if I do too much,” he warned before he shallowly started thrusting into your mouth. You hummed in appreciation at his caring nature and his cock twitched on your tongue at the feeling.

His pace started to pick up slightly and more and more of his cock entered your mouth. You were barely even halfway down his shaft when the head hit the back of your throat causing you to gag. You felt him pull away but you quickly wrapped your hands around each of his muscular thighs and forced him to stay. He whimpered at the feeling, keening slightly off of the wall. After a few more thrusts, you noticed he was only going half in, not daring to try to force the entirety of him down your throat - despite the fact he had done so many times before.

Reaching up, your hands landed on his ass and you pulled him towards you, causing his cock to enter your throat. The grip he had on your hair tightened and once he got the confirmation that you could handle him, his pace picked up. His tail wrapped around your wrist and stayed, a comforting gesture in the moment. Soon enough, the entire cathedral echoed with the sound of his pitched moans and the sound of your slight gagging. If anyone were to enter the cathedral at that very moment, they would hear the unholy sounds coming from the confessionals. And the thought of that spurred Mountain on. You were his. You were on your knees for him, servicing him. Tonight he was determined to leave early so he could pay you back with endless hours between your thighs, drinking up everything you had to offer. The thought of your taste along with the feeling of your throat had him nearing his end a lot faster than he thought.

You reached your right hand under his cock and felt for his heavy balls, cupping them into your palm. You knew this was his weak point, having come across it during one of your intimate experimental nights. You rolled them in your palm, causing his hips to stutter and for his free hand to slam against the wall, the loud bang echoing throughout the church. “I’m close, I’m so so close,” he whimpered, his pace speeding up slightly. You could feel the tears rolling down your face at the uncomfortableness of having such a large mass shoved down your throat but the noises he made rectified any mistreatment.

Within a minute, Mountain grabbed the back of your head tightly and shoved you forward as he came, his hot spurts shooting down the back of your throat. He released high pitched whines at the feeling and his weight bounced from one leg to the other as his orgasm washed over him. You could feel yourself begin to choke and you slapped his thigh several times to let him know. Too caught up in his haze, he realized a little late that you were signaling for him to release your head. With a sputtered ‘sorry’, he released your head and took a step back, adjusting himself back into his briefs and his pants. He left the laces untied as he pulled you from your knees, flinching at the way you coughed harshly.

He pulled you into his arms, the Ghoul using his strength to lift you against him as he held you, waiting for your coughing fit to end. He whispered small apologies in the meantime, running his fingers through your hair. You wrapped your legs around his waist as your lungs settled and you sighed happily against him. “I missed you too, you know,” you spoke softly. He hummed in acknowledgment, his warm lips kissing your face gently. “I’m coming home to you tonight at the usual time, Papa be damned.” And after a moment he cheekily added, “and don’t be wearing any clothes. I want to ravish you.”

You laughed lightly, running your fingers through his hair. “I look forward to it. And maybe I won’t have to bathe alone tonight. That would be nice,” you breathed against his neck. You felt his shoulders drop slightly. “I’m really sorry I've been so distant. Once we come back from the upcoming ritual, I promise I’ll be all yours.” You rubbed the skin at the nape of his neck. “I don’t fault you, Mountain. You’re going to be kick ass during the rituals if all this practice has anything to say about it.”

He laughed, the vibrations running through you. His tail brushed against your leg as he swayed it back and forth, content in the moment with you. But as all good things must come to an end, a long bang exploded upon the wooden door of the confessionals. You jumped slightly in your Ghouls’ arms, his grip on you tightening protectively. “Alright love birds, break is over, Mountain needs to come back to the practice room.” Swiss’ voice called out from the other side of the door. You groaned softly, listening to the steps recede.

Mountain dropped you gently back onto your feet and bent down to reach for your headpiece, handing it back to you. After a few moments of you adjusting it back into place, Mountain bent down to land a deep kiss upon your lips. A temporary goodbye kiss.

He opened the door for you, allowing you to step out before him, a small hit coming across your bottom. You turned to scoff in astonishment at him, giggling softly. “Like I said, be naked when I return tonight,” he said as he stepped out of the booth, having to bend down so as to not hit his head. “And what if I'm not,” you challenged. He leaned down close to your ear as the confessional door slammed shut behind him. “Then I'm going to rip whatever pretty little number you have on, off.”

- So Ghouls are naturally very competitive when it comes down to literally anything. They have this sense that everything is theirs and that they must fight to protect it. Think feral times a thousand. So when Dew and Rain find out about you, boy you’re in for a wild ride.

- Between the two, one might think of Rain as the more submissive one. While that may be true in certain aspects, Rain is going to find a way to get what he wants. He can be very persuasive. He listens and watches social cues. If he sees that you clearly favor Dew more than him, he will back off respectfully. But if he notices that you fancy him equally as much as Dew, then he's going to fight for you. Dew on the other hand is the closest thing we know to a wild animal. The only thing going through his brain at any given moment when you’re around is ‘mine mine mine mine’. He’s very selfish. He preens at your attention and it fuels the fire demon on, determined to get your attention more than Rain.

- But when Dew notices that you share equal amounts of attention to Rain as you do him, all hell is going to break loose.

- It is probably going to start off with sleeping with Dew first as he has the higher sex drive between the two. He is going to make sure to mark you up though as a way to poke fun at Rain. He will also scent you, knowing Rain would be able to smell him on you from a mile away. During your fuckfest with the Ghoul, he’d constantly ask you, “who do you belong to? Who’s fucking you this good right now?” He’d be determined to hear you say and chant his name like a mantra.

- Rain would be next. Rain would start sleeping with you to spite Dew. He would want to show him that he’s not all that. Rain is the more submissive one, yes, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to let you go so easily. Rain is petty. Dew wants to scent you and mark you up? Well two can play that game. While Dew is more obvious, marking you in areas that can be seen (like your neck and chest), Rain marks you up in places he knows Dew will eventually see. Prepare to have bite marks all along your thighs and stomach. And sometimes your ass. I don’t make the rules, don't shoot the messenger.

- One day, petty Rain would overhear you talking to a fellow sibling of sin about how you planned on visiting Dew that night. And then his plan would start concocting. He’d come to you that night, shortly before he knew you’d be heading out to see Dew. He’d shut the door behind him, taking note of the way you rolled your stockings up your thigh. “Going somewhere?” he’d taunt, cocking his head to the side. He’d crawl over you, forcing you onto your back, parallel to the door. He’d known Dew would come looking for you, one of his favorite sisters of sin. And after he had undressed you and spent a delicious amount of time between your thighs, he would hear the fast approaching footsteps of his fellow Ghoul.

- The sight that lay before Dew was one that he would burn into the back of his mind forever when he opened that door. You lay on your back, head thrown into the pillows, one hand cupping your own breast and the other reaching between your legs to tug on the Ghouls dark locks. The obscene slurping sounds that coupled with your breathy moans was a sound that he swore could have sent him reeling. The air around the fire demon would grow hot as he marched up to the bed, grabbing Rain by the shoulders to toss him clean across the room, not caring at the way his shoulder made a cracking sound against the hard concrete.

- Dew would bare his teeth and growl once Rain regained his footing and stared Dew down. You had been in shock at the whole ordeal and pulled the blankets up to your chest to hide your modesty. “Dew what the hell?!” you’d call out to him. His head would snap towards you as he turned his body, reaching out to grab a fistful of the comforter. With one simple tug, he pulled the blanket from you, dropping it to the floor. “You,” he growled, “were supposed to be mine tonight.” He cracked his neck as he gave a warning look to the ghoul behind him. He crawled onto the bed, his increasingly hot skin connecting with yours as he shoved you on your back by your shoulder. “But instead I find you here with your legs spread like a little whore, all for another Ghoul.”

- You’d gasp as you felt his forked tongue glide over your neck. “Does he fuck you better than I do? Does he make you see stars like I do?” When you didn’t respond, he’d pull away slightly to land a reasonably hard slap to your cunt. “Answer me.” You'd cry out, shaking your head, refusing to answer. He’d stop all movements, cocking his head to the side.

- He would fully pull away from you, detaching himself from your body as he walked over to Rain. Dew would cup the prominent bulge in Rain’s black pants and squeeze, earning a hiss out of the fellow Ghoul. “Fine,” he’d say, “I want to watch him fuck you. To see for myself if he’s better than me.” Dew would unbutton Rain’s pants and jerk them to the ground, exposing the fellow ghoul to the heated air of the room. He would then saunter over to the edge of the bed and sit, gesturing to you. “Fuck her, Rain.”

- Smiling coyly, Rain would finish undressing and make his way to you. once again crawling over you. “Don’t throw a hissy fit when she screams my name louder than yours.”

- And then the long night would begin. Rain would fuck you first, his head buried in your neck as he fucked you within an inch of unconsciousness. He would be determined to prove a point. And not even a moment after Rain had climaxed, he was once again being ripped away from you and he would watch as Dew would flip you over. Somewhere in the midst of the night, Dew had lost his clothing as well. He would fuck into you from behind, his hand on the back of your neck, holding your head to the sheets. At this point you would probably have become a crying mess. Most likely overstimulated as well.

- Dew would make sure you cum before him, wanting you to become a slumped mess for him to fuck himself into. And by the end of it, you wouldn’t be able to feel anything below your waist. Rain would have collected you into his arms and held you against him as you shook, coming down from the extreme highs the two of them had put you through. Dew would slump against your hip, tracing small circles with his claw on your hip bone.

- After about 20 minutes of silence, Dew would chime in, “so, who was the best?” And when you tell him that you couldn’t choose and that you enjoyed both of them equally, you half expected Dew to throw a fit. But instead, you’d feel him shake slightly against your leg, laughing softly. “Not even going to front, doll, watching him fuck you made my entire century.”

- From that point on, there would still be a competition between the two ghouls but more often than not, the two of them would agree to share you. And most nights they would come to you together to spend the night, taking turns destroying your body and each other.

The sun slowly began to set, illuminating the sky with a mixture of pink and orange light. As a cool gust of evening air blew through your hair, you nestled closer to the large earth ghoul, seeking warmth. After a day filled with exploring, you were totally and utterly exhausted. Your body relaxed into the feeling of the Mountain’s arms wrapping themselves around you. He let out a pleased hum at the feeling of you snuggling up against his chest. It was moments like this that made life seem worth it. Everly little task, every passing day, all leading to this singular moment in time. 

Mountain surprised you with a trip to the Italian alps. He had seen how stressed you’d been over the past month or so. Watching as you wore yourself out. You were either eating too much or too little, and sleep was quickly becoming a rare luxury. Decisions that were once easy became increasingly more difficult and you couldn’t shake the feeling that you weren’t doing enough, even if you were running yourself ragged each and every day. 

Mountain’s heart ached for some way to make it better, so he planned this little get away for the two of you, down to the last detail. He has somehow managed to book plane tickets, reserve a rental car and rent a ski chalet all without you ever finding out, until he surprised you of course. 

As you sat outside of the cabin, wrapped in the arms of your lover, you found a strange peace, your mind was finally quiet. All those voices telling you what you should be doing and how you should be doing it were gone. 

When your foot started to fall asleep, you shifted and felt something hard rub against your thigh. Mountain’s growl vibrates against your body in response to the friction. Upon turning your head to look at him, you open your mouth to speak but he beats you to it. 

“Ignore that. I don’t wanna ruin the moment,” Mountain sighs as his eyes remain focused on the setting sun. But it is already too late for that, you can feel arousal beginning to form in the pit of your stomach. You shift your body again in an attempt to elicit another response from the large ghoul, and you know you’ve succeeded when Mountain’s eyes close as he lets out a low groan. Once Mountain opens his eyes, he cocks an eyebrow at you. 

“Unless…. You wanna ruin the moment?” 

You giggle at his words. When Mountain leans his head down, you automatically expose the side of your neck to him, knowing that this sign of submission will excite him. He lets out a pleased rumble and you are rewarded with the feel of his warm breath ghosting over the bare flesh. 

“I wouldn’t call it ‘ruining the moment’, I’d call it ‘making the moment better’,” you whisper as your heart begins to race in anticipation. Mountain opts for a physical response instead of a verbal one. Mountain lifts you up, your arms wrapping around his neck. He carries you bridal style into the cabin. 

Once the two of you reach the bed, Mountain unceremoniously drops you onto to plush bedding. A small squeak escapes your lips when you land. Mountain then strides back over to the door to close and lock it, his tail swishing happily behind him. While he has an excellent poker face, his tail always gives away what’s on his mind. 

After finishing his task, the ghoul returns to stand beside the bed. Your eyes wander over his body as he looms over you.  No matter how many times you are with Mountain, he still manages to amaze you with just how big he really is. Both with his stature and cock, which, at the present moment, is feeling uncomfortably restricted by his trousers. 

You roll over onto your side and begin unbuttoning the fabric, making sure to brush your hand up against his hard member as you do. You only pull his pants down to mid-thigh level before you stop and return your attention to his throbbing erection. Mountain lets out another groan when you manage to free his cock. The sight of it almost makes you drool. 

A shiver runs down Mountain’s spine as you gently rub the head of his member with your thumb before you give a couple experimental pumps. Just as you remove your hand from him to lick your palm, Mountain grunts to get your attention. 

“Wanna see you,” Mountain purrs as he eyes you hungerly. You oblige him by sitting up and starting the process of removing your top. Once the jumper has made it halfway up your torso, you feel Mountain’s hands take over the movement. He pulls the sweater the rest of the way off before tossing it over his shoulder. You watch as his eyes flicker excitedly as they sweep over you. 

You inhale a deep breath when you feel Mountain’s hands roam over your body. He begins at your collarbone and trails down to below your navel. He quickly works your trousers open before grabbing your waist to help you to stand up on the bed, your pants and underwear are pulled down soon after. 

Once Mountain helps you lower yourself down so that you are kneeling on the bed, he takes a step back to admire your nude form. A crooked smile appears on his face, allowing just a hint of his fangs to show. Your cheeks heat up and your core becomes a little wetter in response to his intense gaze. The feral glint in his eyes will never cease to excite you. 

“What about you?” You ask, gesturing to his still mostly clothed body. Mountain nods before pulling his trousers the rest of the way down before stripping off his shirt as well. Once he is bare, he climbs onto the bed with you, positioning himself over you. You couldn’t escape if you wanted to (not that you have any intention of doing so) since his large form has you trapped. 

“Mountain,” you moan as he leans down and places a hot, open mouthed kiss to your jaw. He continues kissing your body, with each kiss being placed closer and closer to where you want him the most. You feel his lips form into a smile upon hearing you gasp at the sensation of his tongue rolling over one of your hardened nipples. He then snakes one of his hands up to play with the other one as he continues to lap at your chest. With each passing moment you feel the tension in your core building. 

Mountain removes his mouth from your nipple with a pop before trailing down lower, shuddering at the feeling of his nails raking down your side. You quiver in anticipation, his warm breath comes in contact with your inner thigh before you cry out when you feel his bite. Mountain marks you a couple of times with his teeth, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to leave a mark, before he runs his tongue through your slit. Instinctively, you attempt to close your legs but are unable to as Mountain wraps his arms under them as he holds you open. 

Mountain begins to furiously lap at your center like a starving animal. You are able to make out a couple of muffled groans between the sound of your slick and your own moans. His nails dig into the meat of your thigh as you wriggle around, your body’s response to the overwhelming pleasure. You reach down in an attempt to ground yourself and the first thing your hand finds is Mountain’s hair. Your fingers thread through his locks and he moans as you give the hair a small tug. The action prompts Mountain to double-down on his efforts as his tongue makes its way to your clit. A scream falls from your lips and you bite your knuckles in an attempt to silence yourself. Even with the chilly air outside, you can feel a thin layer of sweat beginning to form on your skin. 

“Don’t,” Mountain utters, seemingly disappointed that he had to pull away from you to say the words, “ I wanna hear you.” 

You nod before removing your knuckles from your mouth, fisting them into the sheets instead. Mountain lets out a happy hum before diving back in. The bed rocks slightly in response to him humping his neglected member into the covers, in an attempt to find some kind of relief. 

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” you pant as you feel your orgasm approaching. Mountain must sense it because at that moment he unwraps one arm from your leg in order to push a finger into your slick core. He fucks you with his finger a couple of times before adding a second one to help open you up for his cock. Once you feel his fingers begin to scissor you, you know you are a goner. Your eyes roll back in your head as your orgasm crashes over your body, sending waves of pleasure throughout your entire body. Mountain just smiles and continues licking you as your legs shake around his head. He continues to work through your orgasm until oversensitivity causes you to whimper.   

Mountain looks all too pleased with himself as his chin and mouth shines with your wetness. He licks his fingers clean before crawling up your body to kiss your lips. You can taste yourself on his tongue as it explores the inside of your mouth. Mountain pulls away from the kiss before flopping over to lay beside you on the bed. As you roll over onto your side to face him, his hand finds its way back down to your pussy before he slowly inserts two fingers back into you. You whine a little as you feel him beginning to pump then back into you. 

He ruts his cock up against your thigh as he continues to finger you open and you decide to help him out. After licking your palm, you reach down and firmly grasp his member, eliciting a groan from the ghoul, before you begin to pump him. Mountain grabs your leg and places it over his hip, opening you up more for him, before he inserts a third finger. The slickness of your core makes the movement go smoothly and he growls at the feeling of your wetness. 

You bury your face in the crook of his shoulder as he adds a fourth finger. The action muffles the loud moan that escapes you. Mountain growls louder as he fucks your fist a little faster. 

“Please Mounty,” you beg and he knows exactly what you want. Mountain slows his fingers before gently pulling them out of you and you release his cock from your grip. He places a kiss onto your forehead before shifting the both of you so that he is on top of you. 

“You’re still tight but I think I can work with it,” Mountain explains as he lines himself up with your entrance. Before he pushes in, Mountain takes a moment to place a gentle kiss on your lips. 

“I love you,” he whispers. 

“I love you too,” you reply before a gasp escapes you at the feeling of the head of his cock rubbing against your folds. 

“Alright, tell me if it’s too much,” Mountain utters as he begins to enter you. You open your mouth in a silent scream as you feel him stretching your insides. 

“So tight. So good.” 

Mountain can’t even form a full sentence as he stops to give you time to adjust. He’s only half way in and you already feel as though he is in your stomach. You whimper a little as he shifts and you clench down on him. The action causes Mountain to hiss a little, the feeling of you almost a little too tight. Mountain leans down to cup your face in his hands as he thumbs rub softly over your cheeks in an attempt to soothe and relax you. 

“Come on my little wildflower. Relax for me. Yeah, just like that. You’re so good for me,” Mountain coos. 

And his tactics work. Your muscles slowly begin to unclench and you feel a little looser than before. You give him a nod, signaling for him to continue pushing into you. You take a deep breath and exhale it as Mountain shoves deeper into you. A sigh escapes the both of you when you feel his hips meet your thighs. Mountain waits a moment more before pulling out an inch or so before slowly thrusting back in. Your heart melts a little more every time you are with Mountain. He is so gentle with you, always putting his own needs aside to make sure that you are comfortable. 

When you begin to meet his thrust with your own counter thrusts, Mountain knows that he can speed up a little. His hands firmly grasp your waist as uses them to help pull you onto his cock. A bead of sweat runs down his temple as he continues to fuck you faster. 

“That’s it,” Mountain purrs as his large member pounds into you. You cry out in please and you never want it to stop. 

Mountain’s hands cup your face as his thumbs caress your cheeks. 

“You take me so well,” Mountain praises. You let out a shaky groan when you feel his hips meet you. 

“Harder Mountain! Fuck me Harder!” You practically scream and Mountain is more than happy to oblige. He lets go of your waist and reaches above you to grab onto the bed frame before fucking his hips harder against yours. 

“Oh fuck! Just like that Mounty,” you cry as the ghoul continues to fill up. Mountain just growls in return as the bed frame repeatedly slams against the wall. With all the sound the two of you are making, you’re glad there is no one else around for miles, but you doubt Mountain would care either way. Your nails dig into the mattress beside your head as he stares down at you. Closing your eyes in response to the overwhelming pleasure, arching your back up off of the bed. The position exposes your neck to Mountain and he knows he cannot pass up the opportunity to mark you. 

The ghoul brings his face down so that his lips hover above your bare collar bone. You whimper in anticipation, knowing what is about to happen. Mountain gently licks the area before sinking his teeth in. 

“Mountain!” You cry out as both pain and pleasure shoots through your body. Mountain lets out a rumbling growl as his teeth remain locked onto you. With every thrust he manages to rub against your g-spot, bringing you closer and closer to your high. The way your nails dig into his back makes him growl once more. Mountain unclamps his jaw and leans back to admire his work. He purrs happily as he thinks you look so beautiful wearing his mark. 

“So good for me,” Mountain utters as he brings one of his hands down to rub small circles on your clit,” Are you going to cum for me again?”

“Yes,” you gasp, arching you back a little off the bed. It only takes another minute or two before you are gushing on his cock. His name falls from your lips as your nails dig into his back. Mountain roars as he feels you clamp down around him. He knows it won't be long before he is cumming as well. 

Once you are coming down from your high, you realize that Mountain hasn’t cum yet, and you know just what to do to help him reach his peak. 

“Be a good boy and cum for me,” you purr as you caress his face. Mountain shudders a little before his face contorts in please and you feel the first spurt of cum paint your walls. 

“That’s it,” you continue. Mountain continues cumming inside of you, his spend filling your core. His thrusts slowly come to a stop and he remains panting above you. Mountain lays his head down on your chest as his elbows continue to support part of his weight. The two of you remain laying like this until you are able to catch your breath. As he pulls out, you feel some of his cum leak out onto your thighs. 

Mountain grunts a little as he gets up off the bed and goes to the bathroom to retrieve a towel. You sigh as you watch him walk away. He’s got a cute butt, you think to yourself with a smile before rolling back over onto your back. 

You can hear the sound of water running into a tub and lift your head back up to see Mountain entering the room again. He kneels down beside the bed and gently wipes the sweat off of your forehead with the warm cloth before he begins to clean up the mess between your thighs. 

“How does a bath sound? The tub is big enough for two.” 

You hum happily before nodding at him. With this Mountain lifts you up once more and carries you to the bath. You close your eyes and snuggle your face closer to his chest. The smell of lavender fills your nose when you enter the room and you open your eyes to see a luxurious bath surrounded by candles. 

“When did you have time to set this up?” you giggle as the Earth ghoul sets you down. 

“I’m just fast I guess,” the ghoul smiles at you as the two of you wait for the tub to finish filling up. 

Once the bubbles reach the rim, Mountain turns off the water and helps you into the tub. A content moan leaves your mouth as you sink down into the warm water and Mountain is quick to join you. 

“Feel good?” Mountain smirks as he asks the question. 

“What do you think?” You reply back with a smile. 

“I think I should be the only thing that is able to get you to moan like that,” Mountain teases. 

“Hmm well we might just have to put that to the test again a little later.”

“We might have to test it a couple of times, just to make sure,” Mountain smirks as he sinks a little lower into the bubbles,” After all we are here for a week.” 

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A/N- I hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I think this has to be in my top three favorite fics I’ve written so far.