𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤
wanted to do this for awhile, only just got motivation to finally write it out haha. Thanks to all the people that asked for a sequel, here it is!
Pairing: Dewdrop Ghoul x F!Reader
Summary: After your childhood best friend turned you into a Ghoul, your bond with each other inexplicably changed.
Warnings: past child abuse, childhood friends to enemies to lovers, lots of yearning, attempted noncon, Dewdrop is very mouthy and brat (obvi), sire bonds (yes, kinda like in vampire diaries), soulmates kinda?, mates and mating rituals, bedding ceremony, a Satan™️appearance wow, blood pact, marking, and SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI, goes without saying), virginity loss, oral (f!receiving), fingering, blood eating, blood kink, knife kink, p in v, and creampie
word count || 9.1k words🤙🏻
part one | part two
It had been many years since your best friend turned you into a monster.
You could still feel the sharp fangs dug deep into the skin of your neck. The pain. The blood…so much blood. The feeling of the hot liquid rolling down your neck in rivulets until it created a puddle on the tan marble flooring.
You remember the look on your mother and father’s face when they realized their baby girl was turning into something inhuman, yet something so familiar. The horrified looks from people who were supposed to love you regardless of what you were–would forever be engraved into your mind. Unfortunately, you would actually remember forever, considering you were now immortal.
After your 25th birthday, you simply stopped aging. No wrinkles, no gray or white hair, no back pain and sore muscles. It sounds nice, if you didn’t remember the part where you can’t die, at least from aging. Having to leave behind your family was the worst thing you ever had to do. After the fact, you rarely saw your parents. And then one day, they just stopped visiting. No calls, no letters. Nothing. It’s like you didn’t exist to them anymore.
You remember sneaking out of the Abbey one evening when you were young, tracking down your parents and finding your old home. It was cold, nearing Christmas, you bundled up as much as you could without being too suspicious. Your old house was exactly the way you left it, little red and green lights strewn about on the porch. You still remembered where they hid the spare key, underneath the Baphemet statue next to the welcome mat. Although, to your confusion, the Baphemet statue had been replaced with a Santa statue.
It seemed like your parents weren’t home yet, they must’ve gone out somewhere. You looked for your old bedroom, heart dropping when you found it completely changed. The walls were no longer the pink and purple wallpaper you once knew, your twin sized bed with the little purple dragons scattered around the pattern of the duvet was now replaced with the various colors of the Power Rangers, the wallpaper now a royal blue with white stripes.
Your parents came home, with a little boy at their sides. You bounded up to your parents with the biggest grin, the changes to your room forgotten, your heart soaring at the sight of your favorite people. You have always imagined this moment. Your mother would scream, happy tears streaming down her face as she crushed you in a bear hug. Your father would fall to his knees, thanking whatever deity that his child finally returned to them.
Instead, your mother screamed in horror, wrapping the little boy in her arms, securing him close to her chest. Your father looked disgusted, like the biggest roach crawled across the floor. “Get that thing out of here!”
You weeped, reaching for the terrified couple. “I’m your daughter! Don’t you remember? Mommy-!”
You yelped as your father smacked you, your weaker body tumbling to the floor. “Get the fuck out, demon!”
You sobbed all the way back to the Abbey, tears blurring your vision badly, causing you to trip and fall. You scraped your knees on the concrete, but you couldn’t even savor the pain, your wounds healed almost instantly. One of the ‘benefits’ of being an immortal Ghoul.
Sister Imperator opened the big wooden doors to find you on the porch in tears and barely standing upright. “Oh my, poor sweet Ghoul. What have you done, child?”
Needless to say, you were kept a close eye on after that, a Sister of Sin always watching you to make sure you didn’t sneak out again–not that you planned to. You decided you never wanted to see your parents ever again, if you could even call them your ‘parents’ anymore. A hateful, fiery rage consumed you. Every thought you had, every time you wracked your mind for why this happened–all thoughts came back to Dewdrop.
One morning, you and the rest of the Ghouls were getting breakfast, part of the usual routine. Dewdrop always sat next to you. Always. If someone dared to sit next to you that wasn’t him, that unfortunate Ghoul would have a seat saved for them in the infirmary.
You picked at your food, thankful for the peace and quiet that seemed to grace you–until Dewdrop, as usual, plopped right next to you, uncomfortably close, blabbering on about his plans for the day. His most talked about topics were typically the most recent things he’d set on fire, or training to be a future bassist in the Ghoul project run by the Sister Imperator.
That day, you just couldn’t stand it.
You stood straight up from your seat, much to his confusion, and dumped your entire plate of food right on top of him. Dewdrop was always quick to anger, this time was no exception, and stood up with his teeth bared. “What the hell was that for?” He snarled.
“You ruined my life. I never wanna see you again.”
The two of you argued back and forth, until it escalated. The rest of the Ghouls and staff could only look on in terror, wanting to stop the fight but afraid of getting themselves maimed in the process. They could only do so much when you both scratched, bit, and hit each other. By the time big burly guards were able to pull the two of you apart, no one could tell whose blood was whose, whose injuries were whose. A multitude of claw marks, bites, and a cracked horn got you both an earful from the Sister Imperator.
For the next several years, the Abbey had to keep you and Dewdrop separated, for each other’s safety but also for everyone else. You two were violent, and hateful, and it wasn’t good for anyone to be around. A part of you felt bad that you were causing everyone to be so stressed, but then you always remembered what Dewdrop had done to you, even if he didn’t mean for it to happen. A freak accident, more like. But you didn’t come to terms with that until you grew up and finally realized it wasn’t really his fault. But it had been so long since the two of you had been apart, you and Dewdrop were doing your own separate things, and now he was gone a lot of the time now that he was in the band. You knew you had to make things right, you just didn’t know how.
It was late one night and you couldn’t seem to fall asleep. You shut your eyes tightly for several minutes, willing your brain to turn off, until you heaved a sigh of defeat. You stood up from your bed, put on your robe and decided to roam the halls of the Abbey until your body submitted to your will to sleep. The gardens were one of your favorite places on the property, after almost burning it down trying to gain control over your new fire-like abilities when you were a child, you did all you could to gain favor from the Earth Ghouls by taking care of the gardens along with them. It had been quite a few years since then, but you learned to like taking care of the plant life, even if you felt you didn’t owe them anymore.
It was there, in the middle of the gardens under a rising full moon, you felt a familiar presence watching you. Somehow, you already knew who it was. With him, it’s like you could always tell. Whenever he left on tour and when he came back, it’s like your souls were linked, you could always tell how close and how far he was. You imagined it was the same for him.
It had been years since you and Dewdrop interacted, you were barely ever in the same room together due to the unpredictable nature of your relationship. The most you two gave each other was a prolonged glance, an inexplicable yearning behind each other’s eyes, the reason unknown to you yet.
Dewdrop said nothing from his position in the shadows, the slight glare of his horns catching the light of the moon and his shining golden eyes the only thing you could see before he walked out closer to you. Your heart raced at the sight, a warmth radiating throughout your entire body before settling as a flutter in your stomach. He’s handsome, you thought, and frankly, a thought that never crossed your mind before now. The way he didn’t speak, only stared at you as he walked closer caused that flutter in your stomach to travel south.
You quickly backed away before you realized what was about to happen, Dewdrop lunging towards you with his claws outstretched, your heightened instincts as a Ghoul coming in handy than if you were still human. A part of you wanted him to catch you this time, but your logical side still ruled over your primal needs. “Dewdrop…” You spoke his name for the first time in years, feeling so right on your tongue, even if it was in fear. “Stop. Let us end this petty fighting.”
Dewdrop didn’t seem to hear what you said, or he did and he just elected to ignore it. He lunged at you again, but this time, he succeeded. You screamed as he grabbed you by the shoulders, the points of his claws digging into your skin, little pinpricks of blood pooling to the surface, staining your robe red. You closed your eyes in preparation for the bite that you were sure he would inflict on you. You gasped, your eyes flying open when you felt a wet, writhing muscle swipe up alongside your face.
He licked you.
“I’ve always wondered what you tasted like.” The first words Dewdrop spoke to you in years, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate your very being, your eyes becoming heavy lidded as a sudden heat washed over you. You didn’t understand it one bit, so you attempted to pull away, but Dewdrop was much stronger than you. His eyes that were clouded with something you couldn’t decipher, but you could definitely feel, started to clear–a look of almost realization overtook him, and he started to tremble. “I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s come over me…I just-” He breathed heavily, his grip on you tightening as he retracted his claws, “I just had this feeling like I needed to see you and now…now I need you.”
You yelped as he threw you to the ground, his eyes again becoming blurred with what you now deduced was lust, the way his mouth flooded with drool and his pants tenting with what you were sure was the proof of his arousal. But why? Why now? You had no explainable reason, couldn't even think of one before he lowered himself on top of you. “Dewdrop, please, snap out of it!” You pleaded, tears trailing down your face as he started to undo the button of his pants. You yelled for help, for him to stop, trying to ignore the way your body started to light ablaze when he started to lick your neck like he was tasting his meal before devouring it.
“Gonna make you mine…” He promised, and you believed him.
But before Dewdrop could go any further, he was violently pulled off of you. He snarled and yelled at the guards to be let go, that he needed you, but he was restrained and taken away. You were traumatized, seeing him in such a state. You then were taken to Sister Imperator, who hopefully had some answers for you, because what the hell just happened?
A Sister of Sin wrapped you in a soft blanket as you waited for Sister Imperator to appear, a reassuring smile on her face not making you feel all that much better, but it was appreciated.
The Sister Imperator waltzed into the room with all the grace of someone of her station, she commanded all the attention in the room, her power enough to even make Papa Nihil cower in fear. But she didn’t scare you, she gave you a sense of comfort that you wouldn’t get from your parents. She replaced them in a way, but you were all the better for it. She was very understanding of how much these changes over the years have affected you.
You soon began to worry as Sister lit a cigarette, inhaled a deep hit before letting the smoke billow out into a cloud that lingered above her head. She never smoked, at least, not in front of you. She sighed before she spoke, “I’m afraid this isn't going to be the easiest conversation, my dear. But it’s a conversation we must have. Before we begin, I urge you to keep an open mind, for this might be the only way to get through this.”
“Sister, you’re scaring me.” You shakily replied, the blanket doing nothing to keep your trembling at bay.
She gave you a sympathetic smile, taking another drag of her cigarette before putting down on the ashtray. “I know you’re frightened, that’s to be expected when this kind of thing happens. But I want you to know, he didn’t mean to hurt you. Dewdrop wasn’t in control.”
You furrowed your brows. “What do you mean?”
She sighed. “I guess there’s no beating around the bush with this…” She took a seat beside you, placing a motherly hand on yours. “I thought I did my best teaching you the ways of the Ghouls, their temperaments of each element, their habits, rituals…but I suppose I failed to include one, which is my fault. I didn’t think it was important until now.”
“Please, just tell me, Sister.”
“When Dewdrop changed you all those years ago, we had no idea what would happen. We didn’t even think you would change. It is so rare. But alas, it did. You changed, and it left us completely in the dark. We had to go back deep into the archives, from thousands of years ago to find some concrete answers. We eventually found them…but we didn’t like what we saw.
Usually, Ghouls reach sexual maturity after they become fully grown and their brain fully develops, so around twenty-five years old. They don’t often choose a mate until well into their fifties…it seems that Dewdrop has had this process expedited. And we suspect that, perhaps, you two are connected. That you are fated to be his mate.”
“I don’t understand…I thought you said Ghouls can choose.”
Sister Imperator nodded solemnly. “We believe it’s different for transformed Ghouls. According to the old texts, the turned Ghoul belongs to the Ghoul that originally transformed them. I’m so sorry, dear.”
You shook your head, standing up with trembling limbs. “What, so-?” You chuckled incredulously, “I’m just his slave now, or something?”
“No, dear,” Sister stood with you, “you are his mate, his soulmate. It might not seem like it now, but you two have a powerful connection. Haven’t you felt it already?”
You couldn’t speak, couldn’t even deny it. She was right, you had felt it, that connection. You didn’t know what it was, until now. But you were too stubborn to accept it, even if the thought of being linked forever with Dewdrop wasn’t the most unappealing situation. “No, there has to be some way to stop this. Right?”
Sister Imperator frowned. “I’m afraid not. There is a mating ritual that Ghouls go through, but we can prolong it as long as you’d like. But you can’t hide from this forever.”
You scoffed, shrugging off your blanket in anger. “Where’s Dewdrop? We should talk, he can’t possibly want this either.”
“He’s being kept under the Abbey, locked away so he can’t hurt anyone, especially you. You can’t speak to him right now, the moon is full and he’s at his peak strength. If he sees you, his mate, not even the iron of the cage will be able to stop him.”
You ran to your bedroom in tears, all this information overloading your senses and sending you into a panic attack. Why was this happening? Why couldn’t it have happened to anyone else? You started to feel angry at Dewdrop again, until you reminded yourself that it still wasn’t his fault, no matter how hard you tried to think it was.
It was a long night waiting for the full moon to set, a long night of staying wide awake, trying to wrap your head around this predicament you suddenly found yourself in. You could have laughed at the irony of it all, you roamed the Abbey in hopes of being able to fall asleep only to be whiplashed and unable to sleep by all the information dumping Sister Imperator did. You needed to talk to Dewdrop, you needed to know his take on all of this.
Once the sun started to shine through the curtains of your bedroom window, you hurriedly dressed and rushed down to the cell where they were keeping Dewdrop.
As you neared the basement, you could smell him. Since when could you smell him from so far away? And the smell, it was…intoxicating. Your heart raced as you neared his cell. You were surprised at how the cells didn’t look like the typical prison cells you thought of. They were reinforced and sturdy, yes, but they also looked comfortable. The cells weren’t dark and moldy like you thought they would be, but it still broke your heart when you finally laid eyes on Dewdrop, who was already waiting for you at the door of his enclosure, his hands tightly gripped around the iron bars.
Dewdrop spoke your name sadly, an expression of regret and relief rolled into one. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you…again.”
You smiled weakly at that, thankful he was seemingly back to normal. “I assume Sister already told you what was going on?” Dewdrop nodded, embarrassed now. “So, it wasn’t your fault. None of this has been your fault.”
He tilted his head to the side in confusion. “But-”
“I know I told you, you ruined my life. But I was a child, all anger and no thought. You didn’t ruin my life, Dew, you made it better. I’m sorry that I made you think I hated you all these years, but I don’t. You’re my best friend.” Dewdrop smiling widely, unable to hide his relief and joy at your confession. “But…now, we’re in this predicament.” You chuckled nervously.
Dewdrop lowered his head in shame. “Right…” He giggled bitterly to himself, “It feels like I should apologize again.”
You leaned against the bars next to the door, sighing in defeat. “I just don’t know what to do, or how to feel. I never thought I’d be in this situation, ya know?” It must’ve been the bond that caused it, but when Dewdrop gave you a look of pity, you felt like kissing him. Instead, he reached his hand through the bars and gently ran the knuckle of his pointed finger over the apple of your cheek, goosebumps raising at the intimacy. “I…I should leave.”
“Don’t.” He grabbed your arm before you could step back from his enclosure, startling you before he quickly let go, chastising himself for being weak to his nature. “I’m sorry. I just…I don’t know how to behave around you anymore. All these urges…they scare me. I’ve never felt like this before, with anyone. It’s like, I wanna protect you–but ravage you at the same time.” He growled lowly, making your thighs clench together. He groaned, the grip on the bars tightening even more, the metal creaking at the sheer strength. “I could smell you before, but your scent is different now.” Drool started to drip out of his mouth, and you were suddenly thankful he was still in his cage.
Dewdrop suddenly let go of the bars and backed away to the other side of the cage, his breathing shaky. “Yes. Yes, you should go. Now.”
You were troubled by how fast you listened to him, legs burning as you bounded up the stairs as quickly as you could, accidentally running straight into the Sister Imperator. “You stupid girl!” She shouted, smacking the top of your head with not much force. “The moon hadn’t fully set yet! You’re lucky it was close to disappearing, he could’ve killed you!”
“I’m sorry…” You cried, shrinking yourself, feeling like a child again.
She sighed, pulling you into a hug, “No, I’m sorry. I should’ve been more clear. But all is well now. In fact, we can let him out tomorrow. His…urges will be at their weakest point–until the next full moon. So, if this isn’t something you want, but sure to stay away from him the days leading up to the full moon and at least the day after. He’s a good boy, but he’s still a Ghoul, and he will take what he wants if given the opportunity.”
When she said that, you blamed the ache between your thighs on the bond.
Over the next couple weeks, you got to know Dewdrop again. Honestly? You missed it. You missed him. You missed hanging out with all your friends together like back in the day. You were close with the rest of his bandmates since you were kids, after the falling out between the two of you, you couldn’t hang out with them like you used to.
One thing that was different was how possessive Dewdrop became after his…changes. He was more impulsive, and jealous, well, more than usual. If you and another Ghoul were getting too friendly, he’d steal you away with a glare to the offending competition. It often happened with Swiss, because he was always a friendly guy, but your friendship was completely innocent, but it never looked that way in a jealous mate’s eyes.
You thought Dewdrop would settle down after the full moon, but you supposed you were wrong.
It was hard to tell what was pushing boundaries and what was just normal Dewdrop behavior. He was always touchy-feely with you before, but those actions felt like they were done with different intentions now. But your biggest issue with it all was that–you had no issues with it. You loved his attention, but you chalked that up to just missing your best friend. His subtle touches, any excuse to be close to you, the way he looked at you like you were the only other thing in the universe; it got to you. You were ashamed how many times you had to touch yourself to be rid of the constant thoughts of him, him, him.
The worst of it all, Dewdrop noticed. Oh, god, did he notice. The way your cheeks flushed dark when you noticed his eyes trailing up and down your body when he noticed your scent change the next morning, his subtle smirk, and you knew his ego was being inflated to the size of the planet when he figured out you were coming around to the idea of being his mate. You didn’t know why you were still fighting it, like Sister said, you can’t hide from it forever.
Staying away from Dewdrop during his full moon cycle was harder than you thought, seeing him start to become more aggressive around you were the first signs it was time to put some distance between you two. Your heart ached when the Abbey had to put him in his cage, but it was for everyone’s safety. But then, you started to feel it too, those urges. It was easier to control than you thought, but the pain was almost unbearable. Your cunt clenched and throbbed with want, and it seemed Dewdrop could sense your turmoil from all the way underneath the building of the Abbey. You could faintly hear his mewls from the basement, calling to you, begging for you to come to him.
You didn’t know if you could take another month of this.
You loved him. You always had. You never imagined yourself with anyone else. Before you even knew what all this meant, your little child mind always wanted to be Dewdrop’s friend forever. But now, you’d be more than that; and that seemed perfectly fine to you.
The next morning, you went to Sister Imperator. “I want to be Dewdrop’s mate.”
She smiled, nodding her head in understanding. You could see she wanted to say something smart, but you appreciated her refraining. “I’ll make sure everything is set up for next month. Try not to tear the place down as you wait.” You didn’t entirely know what she meant by that, but it made you blush nonetheless.
When Dewdrop was finally released for good, you finally realized what Sister Imperator meant.
When you told Dewdrop your decision, it took everything in him not to pounce on you right then and there, but–he did kiss you.
You moaned in surprise as Dewdrop crashed your lips against his, passionate and deep, like he’d been waiting for this for years; and he might as well had. He coaxed open your mouth so easily, to press his tongue against yours, like he could telepathically tell you what to do. Once you admitted that you were his, you submitted so easily, so easy like breathing. A part of you wondered why you waited so long. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you to him as close as he could, and you could feel the evidence of his arousal prodding at your leg, but he only kissed you. Even though you might have wanted it, wanted him, and him wanting you as well, you both decided to wait until the ritual.
But that didn’t mean you had to be completely ritualistic about it.
It was hard to tear the two of you apart, attached at the mouth at all times almost. But of course that’s not all you did. You talked to one another, learning all there was to know about one another, not wanting to have many issues going into this ritual that would tie the two of you together. But the more you thought about it, and learned about it, the more terrified you became.
The ritual, even in modern day, was still medieval in practice. Deep underground, even further than where Dewdrop was kept during a full moon, the Ghoul couple would travel down to a portal that would transport them to the Underworld where they originated from. Under the watchful eye of the Unholy Father, the two Ghouls would come together as one, marking each other as theirs for all eternity. The newly united couple would stay in Hell, not to be disturbed from their ‘honeymoon’ until they both overcome the powerful urges that came with being united. It was mostly the thought that you’d be watched was the most pressing issue you had.
Dewdrop tried to reassure you that it wasn’t that bad, according to other Ghoul relationships. But you still grew up human somewhat, the idea was completely foreign to you. You wished for privacy, and the fact that you wouldn’t get that with your mate was upsetting. But Dewdrop had an idea of how to alleviate some of that stress.
Dewdrop was never allowed to be inside your room alone, for obvious reasons, but he managed to slip into the shadows when the sun went down, entering your bedroom after a light knock. “You’re not supposed to be in here!” You fussed, but it was hard to take you seriously with how wide your grin was to see him. “You’ll get in trouble if you get caught.”
“Then I won’t get caught.” He smirked, taking a seat on the edge of your bed and patting the spot beside him, encouraging you to sit next to him. And like he was gravity, you felt yourself being pulled to him. You giggled as he brought your lips to his, a content sigh leaving through your nose as you melted into his touch, all too eager to give into his affection. “Mmm, my sweet girl.” He purred, and you made a little hum of agreement. “You know how you expressed to me how nervous you are for our ritual?” You felt your face heat up, but nodded your head. “I think I know of a way to help you, at least a little bit; so you won’t feel as nervous.”
Your expression brightened at his notion, eager to learn what he was talking about. “Yeah? What’s that?”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Good girl. I want you to lay down on the bed for me.” You had a feeling where this was going, but you told him you trusted him, so you did as he asked. “Our ritual will be your first time?” You nodded bashfully, but that answer seemed to please him, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I know it can be nerve wracking, even more because we’ll be watched. But I want our first intimate moments to be ours, not anyone else’s, not even Him.”
“Those are dangerous words you’re saying, Dew.”
But that response only made him grin devilishly. “I’m going to take your pants off, okay?” But you quickly sat up, taking his hands in yours, keeping him from tugging your pajama pants and underwear down your legs.
“If someone finds out we-”
“We’re not, my sweet girl,” he reassured, “not all the way. There are other ways to take pleasure without me being inside you, even though I want that…so badly. But this is about you, not me. We have our ritual in less than two weeks. I’ve waited for you for months, what’s one more?” He leaned forward, kissing you once more. “Still trust me?”
“Yes.” You breathed out, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest as you laid back down, relaxing your body, and letting Dewdrop slowly pull your pants and underwear down. You shivered as the skin of your legs pebbled in goosebumps, his hands almost feather light as they trailed down your now exposed lower half. Dewdrop drank you in, your expression flustered as he gently spread your legs, revealing your glistening pussy to his hungry eyes. Damn, he hadn’t even touched you yet.
Dewdrop caught your gaze, holding it there, waiting for that explicit consent. You bit your lip and nodded, and he smiled, his pearly white fangs on full display as he lowered himself in between your legs. Your smell had him drooling, the intoxicating aroma of your arousal pulling him in like a moth to a flame. If he was this drawn in this much under a new moon, how ravenous would he be under a full one?
You gasped as Dewdrop lightly raked his claws against the meat of your inner thigh, repeating those motions under you began to whine with need, and God, he could see it. He could see your cunt clenching around nothing, your clit throbbing, just begging to be touched. He couldn’t leave you in such agony any longer.
You let out a surprised moan as Dewdrop licked a tantalizing strip up your folds, kissing your sensitive nub sweetly, your body twitching at the miniscule feeling of pleasure. “Fuck,” he sighed heavily, “I knew you’d taste good.” He worked you with his tongue with a little more pressure, eliciting heavy sighs and soft whines from your pretty mouth. You’d been able to get yourself off with your fingers, but this was something else entirely, and you feared you’d never be able to get enough of it now that you’ve experienced it. But Dewdrop was not even close to done with you yet.
Dewdrop let his hands wonder, trailing up your stomach until he reached the peaks of your breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of your sleep shirt. Almost instinctually, you lifted the hem up and over your breasts, letting him feel the softness of the skin, his fingers pinching your nipples, the feeling shooting down to your cunt and causing a shock of pleasure to spread through your body. “Dewdrop, fuck-!” You whined, suddenly silenced by his larger hand covering your mouth.
“Shh, wouldn’t want anyone to catch us, would we? I need you to stay a bit quieter. Can you do that for me, sweet girl?”
“Yes, yes, just please keep going. It feels so good.” Then you felt a pressure against your entrance, Dewdrop’s thick finger, slowly pushing its way inside you. “Oh my Go-!”
“Shh…” Dewdrop urged, “you want me to keep going, right?” You placed his fingers inside your mouth in response, gently sucking on them to keep yourself quiet, pushing his head back down to your clit. He chuckled. “Oh, you’re going to be a real brat someday, huh?” You bit down on his fingers slightly as he added a second finger in your cunt, causing him to let out a low growl. “Careful, brat.”
You tried not to moan loudly as he reattached his lips to your clit, thrusting his fingers in and out of you at the same time, the feeling of pleasure was otherworldly. It didn’t take long for you to near your peak, his fingers curling inside and hitting a spot that made you forget to breathe. You might’ve been embarrassed at how fast you got close, but in that moment, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. “Dewdrop, don’t stop, please.” You moaned, reaching up to hold onto his wrist that was now gently holding your neck, and the other reaching down to tightly grab onto his hair.
“Don’t stop?” He teased, and you frantically nodded your head. “Yeah? Then look at me. Fuckin’ look at me. I wanna see those pretty eyes when you come.” His pupils were blown wide as you looked down at him devouring your cunt, your walls clenching around his fingers tightly, making him groan in approval. “Fuck, I can’t wait to feel my cock inside your tight little pussy, I just know it’s gonna feel so good. But right now, I want you to come for me, okay? Fuckin’ come for me.”
You couldn’t help but throw your head back onto your pillow, your back arching off the bed as your orgasm hit you like an avalanche–so much better than you could make yourself come with just your fingers.
“That’s my good girl…” Dewdrop moaned, slowly removing his fingers after he let you ride out your high, admiring the way they glistened in the light of your bedroom lamp. He couldn’t help but suck off the elixir of your climax, locking eyes with you as he did so. “My sweet girl, you did so good for me.” He raised from his position between your legs, hovering above you and kissing you gently. You could feel his bulge through his pants, pulsing with want, and all of a sudden you wanted nothing more than to feel him inside you once more. But before you could palm him through his pants, he snatched your hand away with a barely audible growl. “Don’t. I won’t be able to stop once I start, and remember, we can’t until the ceremony. I want to, trust me, I want to. But it’s for the best right now.”
You pouted, but reluctantly agreed. “Thank you, Dewdrop. I do feel better about it all now. I’m happy I’m going to become your mate.”
Dewdrop chuckled. “You already are, official or not. You became mine as soon as we met.”
The following days went back quickly, almost too quickly. Before you knew it, the Abbey and Sister Imperator started to prepare for you and Dewdrop’s ritual, which involved a lot of taking measurements for the robes you’d be made to wear. Certain Ghouls who often traveled to and from Hell prepared everything for the ritual on that side of the universe, and you started to feel like everyone was being dramatic about it all. You were informed there hadn’t been a mating ritual for a couple decades, so the Abbey decided to make a small celebration out of it.
The only thing that amused you was how Dewdrop hated the amount of preening these Sisters of Sin were doing for him. His measurements must be just right for his robes, his horns must be polished, his fangs whitened, every strand of hair in their proper place. “They’re acting like those robes won’t be torn to shreds when the ritual starts.” He growled.
You were in the same mindset as well, but you didn’t mind being pampered, it helped you take your mind off things. But you couldn’t ignore it any longer, as the ritual day finally came and your heartbeat rattled your ribs as a Sister of Sin bathed and dressed you. Per tradition and the upcoming full moon, you and Dewdrop had been separated until the ritual, so you had no idea how he was feeling or if he was having second thoughts. Surprisingly, you weren’t getting cold feet at all, despite how nervous you were. You wanted Dewdrop, you had always wanted him, and he made you feel loved; but this bond was sprung upon him just the same as you. In your heart, you knew Dewdrop wanted you–loved you, so you felt guilty wondering if he was starting to regret his decision. But the thought of Dewdrop boiling the water of his tub in anger as another Sister of Sin ritualistically bathed him made a smile come to your face.
Sister Imperator greeted you with a motherly smile as you were brought to the top of the winding stairs that would carry you down to the deepest parts of the Abbey, admiring the handiwork of the robes that decorated your form. “You look beautiful, sweet girl. You’ll be just fine.” You gave her a sincere smile in return, making the Sister silently gasp when you pulled her into a hug, before she relaxed and wrapped her arms around you.
“Wait, where’s Dewdrop?” You asked, noticing the lack of his presence.
“Don’t worry, my dear. He’s already waiting for you. Alright, on you go.” She nodded to the Sister of Sin by your side, signaling her to lead you down the staircase.
You underestimated how deep this place really was, the further down you went, the darker it got, lit torches lining the walls of the staircase until you reached the very bottom. It was a long dimly lit tunnel that led to a faint purple light, where you could already make out the silhouette of Dewdrop with his own handler, a tall and muscular Ghoul. The Sister of Sin walked by your side as you made your way to him, the closer you got the more that purple light took shape. The back wall of the tunnel ended, cobblestone opening up into a glowing, warbling purple pentagon like shaped portal that you assumed led into Hell.
Dewdrop looked like he could devour you, his eyes darkening as he saw a glimpse of what was beneath your robes, a blush making its way to your cheeks. You were allowed to wear something beneath the robes, to your surprise, so you made sure to pick something you knew Dew would not be able to resist.
The Sister of Sin bid you farewell, leaving you, Dewdrop, and his handler, who was also meant to be your guide once you went through the portal. You took Dewdrop’s hand as you both were led through the purple mist, whatever the portal was made out of tickling your skin as you walked through.
Whatever you expected Hell to be like, your imagination never could’ve prepared you for the real thing.
You were once told that Hell for humans is different for Ghouls. For humans, Hell was punishment, torture, and fire; endless suffering and falling. But for Ghouls, this was their true home, hunting grounds, and way of life. You and Dewdrop were both fire Ghouls, so the portal took you to the fire Ghouls natural habitat. You couldn’t believe Hell had different environments for specific Ghouls, but then again, you knew little to nothing about it in the first place before you were transformed.
The sky was a darkened orange, almost red, and the ground was flaky with lava flowing through some of the bigger cracks in the terrain. Caves were scattered on mountainsides as far as your eyes could see, making out little villages on the horizon that you assumed housed native fire Ghouls that had better things to do than come to Earth to play in a silly rock band. But on the path before you, led to a steep hill with scarce patches of dried grass at the top, a thick blanket with runes that you didn’t recognize stitched into the fabric that were arranged into a pentagram. It wasn’t as scary as you thought it would be, although the dagger that was set in the middle of the pentagram did spike your heart rate a little bit. Dewdrop squeezed your hand, giving you a reassuring smile before leading you up the hill, bidding farewell to the guide, leaving you two completely alone.
The loudness of the silence was deafening as you and Dewdrop settled atop the hill, staring at each other, wanting nothing more to tear each other’s ceremonial robes off. But just one thing was missing; your observer. “When are we supposed to start?” You whispered to Dewdrop, even though you were alone.
“Impatient, are we?” He smirked, causing you to pout, earning you a chuckle.
“How are you so…calm? It is a full moon, shouldn’t you be fighting tooth and nail to get in my pants right now?”
Dewdrop shrugged. “Not sure. Maybe because I know I can make you mine any moment now. I’m not locked away from you tonight, and never will be again.”
A strong, hot wind blew through the air–disrupting your conversation–the blanket long gone to the winds if it weren’t for you and Dewdrop sitting on it. You looked at him in slight fear, feeling a heavy presence forming in the sky. He gripped your hand, nodding in reassurance. It was like a shadow, loosely shaped that almost resembled a man, two glaring yellow eyes at the center of where a face would be. You could faintly make out the shape of two large horns that curled up and out of the sides of the ‘head’. Even as a demon now yourself, the presence of the Unholy Father rattled you.
In an instant, you had a feeling of what you needed to do, how to proceed. It’s like you could hear this voice in your head guiding you, but it wasn’t a voice at all, more like instinct.
With trembling legs, you stood up with Dewdrop. You came closer together, running your hands along one another, feeling each other’s heat radiating through the robes. Take them off, you jolted as the thought came into your mind, but you listened. With shaky hands, you slipped off your robes, revealing the bright red lingerie that you wore just for Dewdrop, blushing as you watched his eyes widened, then darken as he swiped his tongue over his fangs in hunger. In turn, Dewdrop tore off his robes to reveal nothing underneath, his cock already standing at attention, slightly bobbing in the air, before you two even started.
“Fuck…” Dewdrop growled, letting his hands roam up your arms, cupping and squeezing at your heavy breasts, eliciting a whine from your lips. He helped you out of your bra and underwear, mouth watering at the sight of your now completely naked body. Dewdrop leaned forward to kiss you, but he suddenly stopped with a flinch, clear that a sharp thought entered his mind too. The pact first…
You and Dewdrop kneeled back to the ground, picking up the dagger. The design was beautiful, red and black jewels covering the pommel, the silver blade shining even in the dim atmosphere.
Dewdrop held out his hand, motioning for you to give him yours, palm facing up. You froze as he lifted the dagger, the fear of the pain making you hesitate, but you stayed still as the tip of the blade pierced the thin skin of your palm. You hissed as the blade sliced the expanse of your palm, blood pooling to the surface as your hand throbbed. Dewdrop handed you the dagger, his palm facing up for you. You didn’t want to hurt him, but you reminded yourself this was part of the ritual. You pierced his skin, and he barely made a sound, not even when you made a similar cut through his palm.
You and Dewdrop let your blood pool in your hands, dipping your fingers in the sticky crimson and drawing shapes into each other’s skin. You didn’t even know what you were drawing, instinct taking over, only when you were done you realized it was the same runes from the blanket you were currently sitting on. You were both now covered in each other’s blood, drops running across your skin from the corners of the rune drawings. You probably looked like a mess, but you thought Dewdrop looked dangerously beautiful.
Wind billowed around the two of you as you were finally allowed to kiss each other passionately, all tongue and teeth, tasting copper and salt. But you didn’t want it to stop. Before you knew it, the shadow disappeared, leaving you two breathless and bleeding. “I guess he just wanted to see us bleed for each other.” You chuckled, panting from your arousal, the evidence running down your thighs. You guessed rituals turned you on more than you thought.
“I guess so.” Dewdrop responded, his hands wrapping around your midsection tightly, his wounded hand leaving a bloody handprint on your back. “Now I have you all to myself, whatever shall I do with you? The mind reels. Where to start?”
You shrieked as he pinned you to the ground, intertwining your hands, your blood mixing with his, feeling your bond become even stronger. You gasped as he licked up the side of your neck slowly, ruining a rune that was drawn there. “Mmm, my blood tastes sweet on you.” He groaned, his pulsing erection prodding against your core, your clit throbbing in tandem, your entrance clenching around nothing as you jutted your hips to him. “Needy, are we? Good. But I want to get you ready for me first.” Your breathing became shaky and unsteady as he trailed kisses and licks down your body, almost cleaning the bloody runes off your body.
“So wet for me.” Dewdrop breathed out, face to face with your center, seeing the slick that pooled at your entrance. “Did me painting you with my blood get you all hot and bothered, baby?”
You almost cried out when he licked up your folds, spreading them with his fingers to get better access to your throbbing bundle of nerves, letting that cry escape when he suctioned his lips against it. “Dew, yes!" You cried, unable to stop the buck of your hips as he made out with your pussy. You were close already, two of his fingers pushing into you making your eyes roll, a strangled moan escaping your lips as you reached that high. It was hot, almost unbearably so, the ground beneath you boiling and reaching temperatures that no human could survive, but it made the moment so much better. You and Dewdrop were already sweating the bloody runes off. “Please, Dew, please, fuck me. I want you, so bad.” You whined, eliciting a smirk from him.
“Yeah, you want my cock? Finally?”
“Please…” You begged, grabbing his hair and pulling his lips to yours, biting his lip until it drew blood.
“Fuck, I’m gonna make a mess out of you.”
Dewdrop lined up his cock with your entrance, sliding inside so easily, your arousal and aftermath of your orgasm making it a smooth glide. You both moaned together, your pussy so tightly clenched around him, causing him to briefly collapse against you with a groan. “Feels too good, fuck.” He laughed breathlessly. “Feels perfect.” Dewdrop pried your legs open further and thrusted into you once harshly, knocking the breath out of you, before setting a slower pace. You could feel every ridge and vein, rubbing against your sensitive walls so deliciously. God, he felt so heavy inside you, stretching you open to make you take him–the thought sending shockwaves of pleasure through you.
It was so intimate, Dewdrop on top of you, as close as two beings could get, his dark eyes gazing into yours, watching every facial expression you made as he pistoned his hips against yours. “I love you…” You whispered, bringing your hands up to attach around his neck, gently tugging at the roots of his hair.
“I love you too, my pretty succubus.” Dewdrop grinned, leaning down to kiss you, rocking his hips with more force, your breasts bouncing with every thrust. “I’ve always loved you, since we were children. I couldn’t ask for a better mate.”
Your heart soared at his words, finally letting yourself let go, not worrying about doing something embarrassing or without finesse. You let Dewdrop take care of you, allowing him to completely unravel you, ripping away all your layers to see the real you and piecing you back together, repeating that process with every orgasm he tore from you. He removed the hands that held together at his neck, pinning them above your head with his own, his fangs shining as he smirked. Your own fangs ached with an urge that you knew you wouldn’t be able to control.
Dewdrop gasped as your fangs connected to the skin of his shoulder, pressing in until it broke, your teeth sinking in, his blood pooling to the surface and dripping down your chin. “Mmm, your blood does taste sweet.”
“You bit me?” Dewdrop grinned darkly.
“Now you know how it feels.” You said lovingly, remembering what got you two here in the first place.
“Get on top of me, baby.”
Before you could respond, Dewdrop had flipped you over, his hands on your hips, guiding you to bounce up and down on his cock, his brows furrowing in concentration. “Fuck, I’ll never get tired of this cunt.” He grunted, smiling at your fucked out expression, the pleasure so overwhelming it was the only thing you could focus on beside staying upright, but he helped with that. His grip was bruising, his strength enough to hold you there, but he had been making you feel so good–you wished to return the favor.
You removed Dewdrop’s hands from your hips, pinning them above his head, your breasts dangling in his face, giving him the perfect opportunity to lick and suckle at them. His cock hit your cervix with every thrust, the angle allowing your core to be completely against his pelvis every time you lowered yourself onto him, your clit dragging against the wiry hairs that decorated his pubic region, creating a blissful friction that had you faltering.
You gasped as Dewdrop sat up abruptly, reaching up to grab a fistful of your hair, forcing you to look him in the eyes, as if you’d want to look anywhere else when his face was so pretty when it was giving way to the pleasure you made him feel. “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come inside you and you’re gonna take it all, understand?”
You moaned loudly as he thrusted up into you wildly, using one hand to lean against the ground as he planted his feet so he could thrust into you, his other hand keeping that grip on your hair, winding tighter and tighter the closer he got. The roughness of it all propelled forward another climax from you, the angle reaching the depths of you, bullying against that spot that made you feel like your body turned into static. “I’m gonna come too, Dew, I’m gonna come with you. Please, come with me.”
“Keep moaning like that for me. You sound so pretty. Scream my name when you come around this cock.” Dewdrop groaned loudly, his cock pulsing inside you, your gummy walls tightening around him like a vice as your orgasm shook you to the core, his own release washing over him along with you.
“Fuck…” Dewdrop panted, collapsing to the ground, bringing you with him. You smiled against his naked chest, the absurdity of having your first time in Hell making you giggle. “What?”
“I lost my virginity in Hell.” You continued to giggle, causing Dewdrop to roll his eyes, chasing your lips until you stopped.
“Wild, isn’t it? But you’re acting like this is over.” Dewdrop growled, and you could feel his cock hardening once again. “I get you all to myself, no one to disturb us, and I’m not going to stop filling up that pussy until I physically can’t anymore. Understand?”
“Yes.” You breathed out shakily, your legs trembling, anticipating the promise of more pleasure.
“Good girl.”
The hill had another path, the path that led to one of the caves on the mountainside, where you and your new mate would spend the rest of your time. You couldn’t even count how many times Dewdrop made love to you, and fucked you. By the second day, your mind was too broken from all the pleasure that you lost track, even of time itself. You two only stopped when you needed to, exhaustion giving way to thirst and hunger, but eating only threw gasoline on the fire that was your lust for each other, your flame growing brighter again. Dewdrop had you in every way you could think of, on your back, your hands and knees, against the walls of the cave. The cave only smelled of fire and sex by the time your mating ritual finally ended.
You were almost sad that you had to go back to Earth, these past several days had you glowing with happiness. But you weren’t from Hell, not truly; your home was at the Abbey, and with Dewdrop. Wherever he went, you knew you’d always follow, even if he wanted to stay in Hell forever.
After being in Hell for so long, coming back through the portal to the dark basement felt like stepping into a freezer, you had to tighten your robe around yourself and lean into Dewdrop for heat. All that preparation and no one thought to have an extra set of clothes ready for when you both returned. But everyone was so happy for you and Dewdrop, it felt like you were newlyweds. But you weren’t, it was something so much more.
You and Dewdrop were soulmates now–bonded, for all eternity–together as one.
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