A/N: Never been more mesmerized in my life then when I went to my first ritual... Unashamedly staring at this fucking ghoul all night. Thank you @endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus for reading this first đ
Content warnings: sodomy (obviously, which ghoul do you think this is?) m!receiving (oral), fingering, P in V sex, shame/embarrassment, voyeurism. Minors DNI.
âStraight through there, sister, you canât miss it.â You received an unceremonious shove from Sister Adelaide. After catching yourself on the railing you continued down the curving stone stairwell alone. Your footsteps scuffed along the ice cold, ancient grey stone.Â
It was freezing in the basement of the ministry, and you wished silently that the good Sister had allowed you to dress properly before she dragged you out of your shared bedroom. All you wore was a black night slip, and though it easily reached to your knees, its lace and satin offered no solace from the nipping, stale air. With no relief from the cold, all you prayed for was that you wouldnât run into anyone down here.Â
Finally, you reached the base of the stairs. A single black candle glowed from its head-level position on the wall. You squinted at it, considering it an omen, telling you not to go further. You peered out into the distance, feeling lost already. You canât miss it my ass. You made a mental note to âthankâ the Sister later for her astute direction.Â
Suddenly, the first long corridor was lit instantaneously by a long trail of wall-mounted candelabras. It provided the only light source as you tiptoed along. The soft, yellow light carried you forth to meet a wooden door. You pushed it open with ease and were met with black darker than night.Â
You stumble blindly forward through a series of black velvet curtains. Once you step through the first one, your heart kicks up in rhythm, the light seemingly sucked out of the hallway behind you and the door falling closed on its hinges with a creak.Â
You take three more less-than-graceful steps and shove through one final curtain to find yourself in a dark room, lit by dim blue ambient light. It takes a minute for your eyes to adjust, and you take a quick stock of your surroundings: a dark chaise lounge, in what color you couldnât identify, a dark multi-patterned rug on the floor, and in the corner at an angle facing you, a large armchair. You sucked in a breath quickly. The armchair had an occupant.Â
Is thatâŚ
Your thought was interrupted swiftly as the ghoul in the chair adjusted his posture, spreading his legs in a wide, almost lazy, âvâ shape. The only sounds in the room were the distant hymnal voices in practice above ground, and the thrumming beat of your own heart. Your pulse pounded in your ears. You felt your hands become clammy.Â
You studied the ghoul as your eyes continued to adjust to the dark room. But you were torn: adrenaline begging through your veins for you to flee, and curiosity ever edging your instincts out of the picture.Â
As if sensing your thoughts, he moved again to stir your attention. His left elbow came to rest on the tuft of the chair, and he tilted his head as he rested it on his pale hand.Â
His hands.Â
You didnât notice how his right hand had been sitting on his covered thigh, but now you couldnât look away. His thumb was rubbing back and forth slowly, and even in the low light you recognized his tendons and veins as he flexed. Youâd know those hands that belong to your favorite ghoul anywhere. His hands were imprinted on your mind like an unholy relic.
âSodo.â Your voice was hardly audible, a mere breath coasting over your realization.
The fire ghoul said nothing, instead shifting from the disinterested position he was in to a commanding one, sitting straight backed against the chair. Your eyes found themselves watching his right hand again, as he slowly moved it from his thigh to be outstretched. He made a come here motion using two long fingers. Slowly, sensually beckoning you forth.
Your mouth went dry as the dirty thoughts regarding his fingers snaked their way up from your loins to leech into your brain. You obeyed. It wasnât like you to disobey any member of the clergy. Especially not a member of the clergy who youâve got it so bad for.
You timidly close the gap between you two. No words are needed in the exchange, but you size him up anyway. Sodo wears his mask, and he is covered from head to toe in his black uniform, the only exception of exposure being his perfect hands.
He pointed to the cushion at his feet and you kneel in submission. A perfectly obedient daughter of the ministry following the clergy.
âWha -â
Where your question was going, you forgot immediately, as an old television screen turned on to the right of you. You jumped at the sudden addition of light and crackling sound, shrinking back in temporary trepidation.Â
How strange.
It was a video monitoring of what looked to be the inside of the dark wooden confession box.Â
Wait. Somethingâs -
The metal and heavy cloth sounds of the curtain moving made your stomach drop. You watched in horror as you, well, past you, entered the confession booth and sat down.Â
You heard the unmistakable words of Papa Emeritus IV. âMy child, what makes you appear at such an hour? Have you come to confess what plagues your mind and body?â
âI have. It has been one week since my last confession.â
You knew what was coming next.
âCome, my child, speak what unsettles you, let it weigh on your heart no longer.â
Utterly embarrassed, you tilted your head down to hide your shame at the impending admission coming from your past self. But then, you felt a strong, cold hand grip your jaw, forcing your face up to watch in horror, reliving the moment in confession you had after having one too many glasses of wine at dinner.Â
âLast night I pleasured myself with the sinful thoughts of a brotherâŚâ
âDio miserabile young sister!â
You bit your lip, both in the camera footage and presently. You had forgotten how Papa Emeritus IV had reacted so outwardly to your admission of guilt. After a pause, he spoke again. âSister?â
âYes, Papa?â
âTell me which one of our pious brothers has turned your thoughts in such a devious way.â
âUhâŚâ You trailed off, your voice in the recording was meek, you sounded so utterly pathetic.
âSister? I could just guess if that would make it easier for you.â
You winced at how pitiful it was that he had to coax it out of you. You watched, willing your past self to keep her stupid mouth closed, but of course she didnât.
âIt was⌠brother Dewdrop.â
âI see.â
In the room you thought you heard Dewdrop make a noise deep in the back of his throat, like a groan. Your attention quickly went back to the video, eyes never leaving the screen as made possible by the ghouls grasp on your face. There was a long-lasting pause, one that made your stomach tighten with the knowledge of what you were about to admit in that wooden box.
âDescribe it, my child, youâll feel better once you get it out.â
In the video you sighed deeply before continuing, âIn my thoughts he was fingering me, using two, then three fingers inside me to make me come. Then I got down on my knees for him and serviced his cock, taking it in my hands and mouth.â
You stopped breathing. The sound of your blood rushing in the pulse near your ears drowning out the words coming through the screen.
âContinue.â Came the deep, accented voice of the Papa.
âThen I imagined I was in his lap, and he let me use his cock for my own pleasure. I fucked myself on top of him. Forgive me, please forgive me, I beg of you.â The video cut then, leaving you reeling.Â
Speaking such depraved filth in confession was mortifying enough, but knowing the ghoul you were speaking about heard it too was devastating. You were frozen in place in embarrassment. At least, you would have stayed that way had you not noticed Sodoâs breathing changed.Â
He had gotten so close to your face while gripping your chin that you could hear his labored breathing. His breaths came in heavy pants from inside his mask, like a predatory animal behind a muzzle.
Part of you wanted to take off his mask, see his devilish eyes, sharp teeth, and his horns for yourself. To let him bite you, mark you, ravage your body with his tongue and teeth. But you knew heâd want to keep it on, and oh how you aimed to please him.Â
âSodo?â Your voice was uncharacteristically quiet as you faced him. His grip did not loosen from your chin while allowing you to move, instead his index finger tapped your cheek in what seemed to be contemplation. What did he want to do with you now? Especially after seeing such a horrific display of lust on your part. You had sounded so desperate, so pitiful in confession. But if he gave you the chance, youâd show him how truly desperate you could be.Â
He released your jaw from his hard grasp, placing his hands on each of his tightly clothed thighs. You exhaled soundlessly through your parted lips as he cocked his head to the left side. He sat there silently waiting.
Your voice came out timid at first, âItâs true, all of it. Every second of that tape is the truth.â You then cocked your head to the right, mirroring him while still from your position sitting on the floor. You gained more confidence as you continued, âThough Iâm guessing you know that. And you knew Iâd come here.â Does that mean that he too - that he could possibly -
Your eyes widened as he tilted his head down towards his lap, then back up to you. Asking you to, what, sit on his lap?Â
Fuck waiting to decipher what he meant, you read deeply enough into his vague expression, and you would do anything to get what you wanted. You stood up quickly, his masked head snapping up to follow you intently. However, before you could crawl into his lap, he reached forward and grabbed your hips, spinning you in a half circle so your ass was facing him. He pulled you back to sit down.
You didnât have time to react, let alone think before he hooked his ankles around the inside of yours, catching your legs with his respectively. Then, he spread your legs wide, earning a sharp inhale of surprise from you as the slip you wore parted salaciously.Â
He put his fingers over your mouth and you licked them without thinking. You could swear he made a low, dark sound from behind you. Then he took those fingers and dragged them down the front of your body, tracing down your black garb in identical fashion to his movements during a ritual. He paused right at the hem of your night dress, as it had ridden up. His middle finger hooked under it and pulled it upward, exposing your most upper thighs and your lace black panties.
As his hand moved to cup you through your panties, you shifted your hips back to be more comfortable. You felt his hardness against your rear and felt yourself involuntarily clench around nothing. Fuck.Â
You couldnât help but grind your ass back against him, feeling his hardening cock against you was something you thought you would only ever get to dream of. You just hoped he was enjoying your body as much as you were enjoying his.
He hooked a finger in your panties, pulling and then snapping them back to get your full attention back on what he was doing to you. You gasped at the momentary sharp sting. Satisfied by startling you, he traced the seam of your underwear once more, before dipping a callused finger inside and brushing along your slit.Â
You watched him pull his finger away, coated in your arousal, before going back to your heat and ripping your panties off of you, tossing them to the floor. He put his index and middle finger together and repeated the action of touching you. Sodo dragged his rough fingers through your folds and up to your clit. A whine escaped your lips, and his left hand grabbed your chest and pulled you back so you were resting completely against him. It led you to feel his arousal even better under your ass, and you swirl your hips twice to help spur him on.
Without warning, his two fingers plunged into your heat all the way to the third knuckle. You opened your mouth and nothing came out, only silence as you felt his fingers deep within your aching center. His thumb pressed down on your clit, providing the perfect addition of pressure.
His fingers felt as good as you dreamed they would be, so long, and hitting all the places inside you that were drawing you close to the edge already. He worked you in a steady rhythmic pattern, drawing his fingers in and out of you while circling your clit with his thumb. Just from this you knew your own fingers wouldnât be enough to satisfy you again.Â
His left hand moved to your breast, cupping and then pressing his thumb to your already hardened nipple. You knew it was a combination of both the chill from the room and the heat of the moment that caused your nipples to ache against the fabric of your night dress. Sodo used his thumb to circle your nipple through your slip, a mirrored action to his right thumb on your most sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs. Fuck.Â
Suddenly, you had a feeling of being watched. If there is a camera in the confession box then⌠maybe⌠You couldnât finish the thought, if anything, it spurred you on further. Your head lolled back, resting on the ghouls' hard shoulder as you felt yourself reaching the peak. You had never come so fast before, and you tried to fight it off, but his fingers were like magic on you. He had changed his movements so that his long fingers curled perfectly within you. Each curl of his fingers had your breath hitching and your legs starting to shake. Sodo was a drug you didnât know you needed and yet could never get enough of.
All the tension that had been building snapped and you came with a broken moan. His fingers never ceased their ministrations, only slowing to help you come down from your high. Soon you were squirming in his lap, the pressure of his calloused thumb on your clit almost painful now.Â
Your breath came in heavy shudders, your head still resting on his shoulder, âMay I?â You circled your hips against his hardness again to punctuate the question. He made a low sound, moving his legs so they no longer held yours apart. You scooted down to the floor quickly, kneeling on the cushion before the ghoul. He wasted no time pulling his cock out for his black pants, stroking it roughly with his right hand twice before looking at you in expectation.Â
Your hands dragged up each of his thighs as you shifted forward. You made a silent vow as you rose up on your knees and lowered your mouth to taste him. If this is the penance that I will pay after confessing my lust, then Iâll be on my knees confessing every night.
You started at the hot tip, swirling your tongue around twice before placing your lips around him and sucking. It wasnât enough, not for you, and certainly not for him. You grabbed him in your right hand and licked, your tongue wide and flat against the base of his shaft, all the way back up to the tip again before devouring him. Your mouth salivated profusely as you dipped your head down over and over and over again, massaging with your tongue and sucking expertly.
If your cunt wasnât already wet from fucking his fingers, it would have been soaked just from this. Him allowing you to touch him, to pleasure him, was your salvation. You couldnât get enough, high off his reactions to you as you changed pace. The way his breath shuddered, the sounds of his nails scratching on the armrests of the chair, it was all incentive for you to keep going and please him better than you had anyone before.
You dipped your head down again, going as deep as you could to take him all the way back in your throat. You breathed through your nose, ignoring your gag reflex, wanting only to pleasure Sodo.
You felt his bony fingers slide through your hair and you kept up your movements until he made a fist and yanked hard. Your lips fell from his cock with a soft pop. As your face moved back a strand of saliva connected your mouth to his erection. You looked up at his expressionless mask again.Â
His silence filled the room. And as he patted his thigh in indication for you to get on top of him, it felt like all of the air had been sucked from your chest. You trembled in your kneeling position on the floor, heart fluttering, and rose, not wanting to vex him by wasting precious time.Â
You climbed up into his lap like an obedient little pet. The aching within you came to a crescendo as you straddled him, holding onto his shoulders as you centered yourself. You looked into the eyes of the mask, seeing the empty void where his eyes would be. He nodded at you, giving you permission to do exactly as you fantasized about.Â
You gripped his cock, still wet with your saliva, and lined him up with your center. You dragged the tip of him through your sensitive folds, wanting to draw the moment out just a little more, before sinking down. Only the tip of his thick cock was inside you and already you felt yourself shivering. You steadied yourself again, grabbing his shoulders as you lowered yourself down agonizingly slow. Taking him for this first time had your cunt burning from the stretch to fit him inside you.Â
His cock was long and thick, but you were determined. Inch after inch you sunk down, and once you finally bottomed out, you didnât miss how his nails scratched the arms of the chair. His head rolled back slightly, and just that provided the evidence that you needed to know he was relishing this moment too. You wondered how it felt for him, imagining that the ghoul was trying not to come just from the feeling of being inside your tight, wet, pussy.
You rose up on your knees, leaving just the head of his cock inside you before pushing back down in a full thrust. Repeating the motion had you lightheaded already, and you could feel the ridges and veins of his throbbing dick rubbing up against your g-spot with every move. One thing was absolutely certain, you were not going to last like this.Â
Up and down, up and down, you bucked your hips rhythmically to do exactly what you wanted and fucked yourself on him. You were certain that you held your breath each time you impaled yourself on him, believing that his cock would punch the air from your very lungs if not. The pressure was building again, this time deeper within your core. All the tension was pulling, pulling so tight. Fuck. You wanted to last longer but it was impossible. The feeling of him inside you made that impossible. You gasped, âIâm - Iâm going to - Ah!â
A primal sound tore its way out of your throat as you reached your climax. Dewdrops hands grasped possessively at your hips, forcing you to continue to fuck yourself on him through your orgasm. His hands kept you moving steadily on his cock and had you feeling completely overstimulated in seconds. You cried out a series of unintelligible words, the feeling so foreign to you but familiar at the same time. After several more deep, hard thrusts, his cock twitched inside you and you knew he would come soon too. The thought of him coming inside you became your undoing. You came again, screaming his name in praise and adoration and he pulled you down hard one final time before he jerked inside you and you felt his hot load coat your walls. Your pussy still spasmed from your own orgasm, milking him dry.
The two of you sat in silence while you caught your breath. You slid off his lap, wincing slightly as you felt his cock leave your cunt. You stooped to the floor, picking up your torn panties and then fixing your night dress. Straightening up you noticed he had zipped his pants back up and was sprawled lazily in the chair again. His chest rose and fell rhythmically. Is he sleeping?
Before you left the room, a red light amongst the blue caught your eye and confirmed your suspicion from earlier. You were being watched again, just as you had in the confession. You averted your eyes away quickly, not wanting whoever was on the other end to know you had discovered them. Hoping that by doing so, you could have another encounter with Sodo soon if he so wished.
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... hope that ticked your taints *with love and adoration* (ď˝ďżŁâ˝ďżŁ)ď˝
Question: What is the greatest magic of all?
Answer: Friendship, right?
[B]: The greatest magic of all is not friendship, it's chronomancy, the ability to control and warp time. If friendship were the greatest magic, look, it's a pet peeve of mine (...)
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(would it be too much for the one time he allows himself to have her to be one shot one hit boom baby Eros)
It's good that it's dark, good that your teeth touch his fingers, good that despite the heat coming off the water your skin still prickles with goosebumps when his fingers dip between your folds. After all the dark is the closest thing to a home Nikto has known with you, and teeth... well, all dogs know those.
Teeth are all that Nikto has. They scrape against your skin, his scarred mouth dragging its heat over your neck to chase each drop of water that drips from your hair with his tongue. He presses against your back, holds you like a hinge as your arms shake to hold both of you up. Or perhaps it's anticipation that makes you shiver and shudder, that makes you drop to your elbows against the edge of the bath and press your hips back into his.
It's too much to feel you rub against his cock like that. It plucks at an already frayed leash. You must know that starving dogs bite.
Your head hangs loose, your neck yielding to the press of his teeth with perfect impressions, as he blankets your body with his. Corruption in the smoke that you exhale when his fingers touch your clit, in the low moan that escapes you when he dips lower to stretch your cunt. He does this for you, gives you something you won't allow anyone else.
And takes other things.
If you are going to go out and start wars over something as small as an apple, perhaps you need something bigger to occupy your attention.
It's the hiss between your teeth that grabs the beast tight when it tries to feed you his cock. He knows the scent of iron too well though, feels the hunger in his teeth at the thought too clearly. The god of love, of beauty, of sex bleeds on the cock, his cock, that splits them open.
It isn't the heat of the bath that makes Nikto's head spin, that makes him pant against your neck and murmur the sweet words that sprout from long forgotten voices. The forge has never sung its song so sweetly than it does when your soft cunt envelops his cock.
His control never slipped so fast as it does when your curious fingers reach back to grip his hip and force him deeper.
âBefore I consent to your wish, I shall require three things - a dress as golden as the sun, another as silvery as the moon, and a third as glittering as the stars; and besides this, I shall require a mantle made of a thousand skins of rough fur sewn together, and every animal in the kingdom must give a piece of his skin toward it.â
[âŚ] In the night, when every one slept, she rose and took from her jewel-case a gold ring, a gold spinning-wheel, and a golden hook. The three dresses of the sun, moon, and stars she folded in so small a parcel that they were placed in a walnut shell; then she put on the fur mantle, stained her face and hands black with walnut-juice, and committing herself to the care of Heaven, she left her home.
- The Princess in Disguise
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Intent: To protect and disguise oneself from those who mean to harm you.
Ideal Timing: Full Moon, for protection, but can be performed anytime.
Obtain an empty walnut shell. You can use the shells off of the whole bagged walnuts that most grocery stores carry in the produce section. Try to crack the walnut so that the shell comes away in two halves. This makes reassembling it for the charm much easier.
Mix the following herbs together in small pinches:
Dogbane - for disguise
Hyssop - for warding off harm
Basil - for general protection
Heather Blossom - for warding off assault
Juniper Berries - for secret-keeping
Poppy Seeds - for invisibility
Carefully stuff the herb mixture into the two empty halves of the walnut. Use little dots of glue to help the herbs stay in place. At the very last, add a strand of your hair or a nail clipping. Line the edges of the shell with glue and carefully fit them back together. Wrap them with the rubber band to keep everything in place until the glue dries.
Once the charm is dry, place it in a patchwork cloth bag. You can purchase one or make it yourself. It only has to be large enough to hold the walnut.
Hold the bag between your palms and say:
I garb myself in many skins
To keep harm out and safety in
I place the truth within this shell
Now guard my life and guard it well
You can either carry the bag with you whenever you feel you need protection, or you can hide the bag in a wooden box if one is available.
- From The Sisters Grimmoire: Spells and Charms for Your Happily Ever After, Š 2017 Bree NicGarran
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I use full fat Greek yoghurt and self-rising flour
Ratio by weight
Add a pinch of salt
Knead until no longer sticky, adding more flour if necessary
Roll them with olive oil instead of flour and fry in an otherwise unoiled, preheated pan (medium heat) (trust in the lord; it will seem like it's going to stick to the pan at first but they'll unstick in about 15 seconds)
Roll them thin but not too thin; mine take about 45 seconds on either side
Serving with garlic butter is also a very good option
The pigeon grinned a beak full of dogâs teeth. âHa. They say there arenât. They even kept most of them out for a while.â
âHow did you make it?â
âBy being smart. By hiding.â
She gave the one-legged, feral feathered thing a sideways look. âAs a pigeon?â
âSometimes,â said the pigeon. âSometimes Iâm graffiti on a wall. Sometimes Iâm a coin dropped in a beggarâs hand. I am neon at night, the rain in the light. I am the song the busker sings. I listen to the prayers of those who come to the city with big dreams.â
âAnd in return?â
It grinned again. Steam rolled off its feathers, smelling of cigarettes. âI eat their despair.â
âThatâs cruel.â
It moved its wings in something like a shrug. âThatâs the big city for you.â
And donât forget to do any exercises or other activities recommended by your doctor. Those are important too.
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Summary: a pill bottle - donât forget your meds!
A digital drawing, using flat, bright colors. It shows a plastic orange pill bottle with a white screw-on cap, standing upright. The cap is half off, with the contents of the bottle leaping out. The meds contained in this bottle are shaped like hearts and stars and they are colored pastel pink, yellow, and blue. Some have already spilt around the bottle, while some are still inside. The words on the bottle read, âDonât forget your meds!â in pastel purple.
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