dance of the seven veils - the beatrice edit
Pairing: Aether x f!OC (Ghoul Bicycle Series)
Rating: EXPLICIT MDNI
Tags: ghoul rut, possessiveness, delirious fucking, ghoul knots, cirrus being a real one, aether beating that pussy up, biblical reference
Words: 1,995
Summary: The way Beatrice is moving her hips right now before him he'd do anything for her.
a/n: i think being snapped in half while aether bends me into a mating press would be a great way to go personally
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She looks delicious.
Cumulus has Beatrice at the center of the living room, barefoot on the rug while he, Cirrus, and Rain watch. Her shirt is off and the bralette she wears is practically see-through. There’s a flush on her freckled cheeks as she grins at the ghoulette before her who firmly places her hands on her generous hips.
“You have to isolate your hip movements. Don’t just shake your ass, become aware of your abdominal muscles and how they shift.”
“I’m trying, ‘Lus! This is my first time belly dancing, give me a break!”
Cumulus gives Bea a faux-stern stare before matter-of-factly grabbing the waistline of the sister’s sweatpants and yanking them down to expose her belly. Beatrice bursts out laughing and Aether’s brain is flooded with images of her in a myriad of positions, dripping and aching for him and him alone. Frustrated, he rubs at the base of his horns as his pants grow tight and Cirrus looks over at him with some concern.
“You good, Aeth?” she murmurs out of the corner of her mouth, and he’s thankful for her discretion.
“Yeah,” he whispers back, hoarse, “it’s uh…that time of the month.”
Cirrus’ eyes dart back and forth between him and Bea, currently gyrating with her hands above her head, which is thrown back in delight. A regular Salome. A bead of sweat slides down Aether’s temple and she nods.
“It’s only gonna get worse if you don’t do something about it, hon.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I know.”
“She’s going to find out about it sooner or later. And out of all of us, you’re probably the best one to walk her through it.”
Aether scoffs and wipes his forehead.
“Don’t know about that, Cir. You have no idea the things I want to do to her right now.”
“Don’t I?” Cirrus smiles wanly, “I know what you’re like. And I also know she would go crazy for it.”
Aether grunts in response, eyes trained on the sway of Beatrice’s hips and the roll of her belly. Across the room, Rain says something that makes her double over laughing and he seethes with jealousy. When she straightens back up and makes eye contact with him, smiling adoringly, he snaps. In an instant he’s up and striding the short distance to her and in one swift movement he bends down and slings the redhead over his shoulder. Bea lets out an undignified squawk as he storms from the room, the eyes of his packmates on his back.
Cirrus would explain.
He can hear their mate asking him questions but all he can focus on right now is getting her to her bed. When he finally reaches her room and opens the door it’s like a dam breaks within him. With a heavy thump he tosses her on the bed where she looks up at him dazed and...was that arousal in her eyes?
“What the fuck was that about, Aether?”
Beatrice is breathless, chest heaving. He must have one hell of a look on his face because she starts scooting up the bed, creating some distance between the two of them. Before she can get too far though, he’s got her by both ankles and unceremoniously yanking her body back down towards him. She doesn’t squirm or fight to get away but instead peers at him with curiosity.
“Hey. Hey, Aeth. What’s going on?”
He squeezes his eyes shut hard enough that when he reopens them he sees stars.
“Has…has anyone else told you about ghoul ruts or heats?”
“Ruts? Heats? Like…like an animal?”
He’s definitely reading arousal in her tone now and his cock twitches in his too-tight pants.
“Yeah. Like an animal. Well my rut has started and if I’m entirely honest with you, all I want to do is stuff every hole you have with me and fuck you until it takes. You understand?”
Beatrice’s jaw hangs open and her breath comes in uneven pants as she stares up at him before nodding.
“And…and all the others go through this?”
He nods as his hands slide up her calves and over her hips to reach the waistband of her pants.
“Do you want it?” The question is simple but he thinks if Beatrice says anything other than “yes” he’s going to lose his mind.
“Aether…unholy fuck yes, I want it. Come on honey, fuck me til I’m dripping.”
If his laughter in response is slightly crazed, she does nothing but grin back at him, lifting her hips so he can more easily undress her. She sits up and with a bit of finagling, manages to remove her bralette and fling it across the room. When he sees her fully nude, not for the first time but in a different light, his tail thrashes behind him and he drops to his knees.
“Thought–ah!” Beatrice gasps as he licks a stripe up the inside of her right thigh, “thought you were going to fuck me?”
“Oh, I am,” he smiles, lifting her thighs onto his shoulders, “but I need you nice and ready for me, angel. I’ve got a surprise for you.”
Her little noise of intrigue is cut off when he spreads her cunt with his thumbs and delves his tongue inside her. Normally he would revel in this, take his time, but if he doesn’t find some relief soon he’s going to go mad.
“Aeth!” she breathes as his nose nudges her clit, “Fuck, honey that’s it.”
Steadily his tongue fucks into her, pausing only for a moment to lap and suck at her clit. When Beatrice’s hand flies to the base of his horns he lets out a growl and his hips rut upwards. He pulls away with a lewd noise and replaces his tongue with two of his thick fingers.
“Look at you taking me so well already, beautiful,” Aether pants as he pistons and scissors his fingers inside her cunt, “Just wait til you see what I have in store for you.”
The redhead’s laugh is delirious as he viciously brings her to her peak, knees clenching on either side of his head and her hole spasming around his digits.
“Fuck, Aeth, fuck,” she moans, hips bucking against his hand, “Need you. Need your cock, please.”
In a flash he pulls away and pulls his shirt off over his head. His pants follow and when Beatrice’s eyes land on the reddened, swollen head of his cock as it bobs heavy in front of him, she lets out a needy whine. The sound makes his head spin and without a second thought he’s upon her, mouth seeking hers. She continues to make sweet little noises into his kiss, sucking the taste of herself off his tongue, as his hips jerk against her. He wants to delight in sliding his tongue against her hardened nipples and peppering the tender freckled flesh of her breasts in dark bruises but more than anything he needs to be inside her. With a growl he pulls himself away from her, her lips chasing his and he leans back on his haunches, hand sliding along his cock. When he takes the head and runs it through her slit he almost keels over, the feel of her hot slick enough to end him.
“Well go on, Aeth,” Beatrice grins coyly at him, head cocked, “Fuck me until it takes. Just like you said.”
There’s a snarl on his lips as he spreads her open and with one swift movement, slams inside of her. Her back arches into him and he sets a rough pace as he grabs her ankles and folds her legs up as far as her body allows him. The new angle makes Bea cry out, chanting his name as he fucks desperately into her. He’s always gone a little mad when he’s inside her but when it’s like this? When she so eagerly accepts and wants him when he’s at his most feral? It makes his head spin.
“So beautiful like this,” he grunts, hips slamming into hers, “so perfect and so beautiful and all mine.”
Beatrice must enjoy the possessive nature of his words from the way her cunt clenches around him and he grins down at her with all his sharp teeth. Her lips attempt to form words but the way he fucks the breath from her lungs makes speech almost impossible. Almost.
“Aeth!” she hoarsely cries out, “Yours. I’m yours. Make me yours.”
Her words - the way her body yields to his touch, the way she’s gazing up at him with her pupils blown so he can barely see the pale blue of her irises - drives his hips forward. He knows he has to be bruising her, will take care of her later but for now his rut is too powerful to stop. He can feel it coming, feel it building at the base of his spine and sliding through his stomach. He tries to warn her but doesn’t quite know how, not with the way she continues to squeeze around him.
“L-love,” he stutters, “gonna k-knot you. Gonna–fuck–”
In an instant he feels the base of himself swell and watches Beatrice’s eyes go wide before they roll back in her head. His thrusts become tight and shallow watching her stretch to accommodate him.
“Aether! Fuck!” she finally manages to cry out, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”
He wants to laugh and tell her he quite literally can’t but the way her walls clench and spasm around him when she climaxes drives him over the edge. With a roar he cums, rope after rope, inside her, filling her up as he presses her bent legs further up. His brain goes fuzzy after a while as he finally relents and allows her to relax, his body collapsing against hers. Her breath is shaky in his ear as she strokes his sweat-drenched back.
“Got you. I got you, honey,” Beatrice murmurs, cupping his cheek. “You did so well.”
He must be coming back to Earth because that makes him snort.
“Shouldn’t I be telling you that?”
She smiles.
“If you like,” she says before placing a sweet but quick kiss on his lips, “I think you might be crushing my chest cavity, though.”
“Sorry,” he groans, shifting their bodies so they could lie side by side, “The uh. Knot takes a little bit to go down.”
Bea makes a little noise of interest as she runs her fingers through his damp chest hair.
“Sathanas, we’re lucky to have you. How did we get so lucky?”
That makes Beatrice roll her eyes and scoff.
“You’re lucky to have me, right. As if I’m not the one with ten adoring lovers who care deeply about me and my well-being. You want to talk about luck? There’s never been anyone luckier on the planet, Aether. I would choose all of you over everything and everyone.”
His heart aches as she leans in and brushes noses with him before pressing her forehead to his and holding it there. For a sweet moment the two of them are content to simply listen to one another’s breathing when Aether shifts his hips and his cock slides from her.
“Unholy fuck,” Bea breathes, pulling away from him and rolling back onto her back. When she spreads her legs, a gush of his seed spills from her and drips on the bed sheets. The sight of her reddened cunt slick with his cum makes a growl bubble from deep in his chest and she looks over to him.
“That’s fucking hot,” she murmurs.
“My cum or the noise I just made?”
“Both, love, but let me recover for a moment, yeah? And then you can bring me ice packs for the next week.”
“Darling, let me have you again and I’ll bring you the head of John the Baptist.”
And he does have her again.
Three more times that evening.
No saintly head necessary, his Salome graciously deems.
