Dew brings Aurora flowers all the damn time. Little wildflowers that he found and brought home Just Because, a bundle of apple blossom in the spring, a handful of the biggest daisies in the greenhouse that he spent an hour annoying Mountain for, the deepest red roses he can find on her summoning day.
Every year he makes her flower crown for Midsummer and sets it on her head like he's crowning his queen and she has cried about it at least once.
RAHH and he is a MENACE about it. The flowers must be perfect.
"Mountain no, I can see bigger daisys over there. I want those ones"
"No, no these aren't the right shade of red actually."
Spending the better part of the afternoon searching for the perfect wildflowers, knowing exactly which ones he wants in the bundle and therefore not stopping until he has all of them.
"Dew, what are you doing?"
"Looking for forget-me-nots for Aurora."
"...you've been out here for hours."
"And?"
The crown is just as particular. No one else is allowed to help him with it he is doing this for his queen hands off.
I feel like it's so serious it's basically a joke. Like Dew isn't romantic, would never consider himself the sort. But he does go above and beyond for Aurora partly because it makes her happy and partly because it's an inside joke between them. She's the queen, he is her devoted knight, it's all very tongue in cheek except that Dew is going to get her the best of the best because he has fully committed to the bit, and also because she not-so-secretly loves that flavor of attention and Dew is nothing if not devoted to making his pack happy.
Summary: And he looks perfect. Doused in dim candlelight, pink lips parted enticingly. His face so sweet and soft it makes her ache. An arm stuck under the pillow, highlighting the tattoos on his bicep and a strong thigh angled outward, with his briefs and scrub pants he didn’t manage to get all the way off before falling asleep still stuck on one calf. It’s such a photo-worthy impression of the innocence of sleep, of him being oblivious to her presence, it races a delicious shudder down her spine. OR. Aether is a tease who doesn't give Princess Aurora what she wants so she takes matters into her own hands or rather between her own thighs
Tags and warnings: Somnophilia (and the dub-con that comes with it), intoxication (Aether had a pint too many of Mountain's homemade mead) semi- penetrative/intercrural sex, Aether's beautiful monster of a cock, size kink/difference, descriptions of intimate jewelry, very brief mentions of breeding and come inflation, riding, a smidgen of quintessence
Notes: This started as a four-hundred-word drabble during a fifteen-minute break at work. I don't know how I got here. Unedited. Unbeta'ed. Possibly unhinged
For @jimothybarnes and his fucking genius self for providing the title to this thing. And a belated lil something for his bday. I already gave him sweet cupcakes, so now it's time for a spicy snack (Next year you'll get something better) 💜
AO3 for the so-inclined
The knob turned and the door opened silently, and soon after, a head peeked through. Careful. Slow. Vibrant green, vigilant as they mapped out the room, sensing for another presence other than the one she desired.
When Aurora finds none, she slips inside with a last quick look over her shoulder, closing the door just as silently behind her as she opened it.
She zones in on the bed and exhales giddily, the wet patch on her panties growing at the sight—her mouth-watering.
There he is.
And he looks perfect. Doused in dim candlelight, pink lips parted enticingly. His face so sweet and soft it makes her ache. An arm stuck under the pillow, highlighting the tattoos on his bicep and a strong thigh angled outward, with his briefs and scrub pants he didn’t manage to get all the way off before falling asleep still stuck on one calf. It’s such a photo-worthy impression of the innocence of sleep, of him being oblivious to her presence, it races a delicious shudder down her spine.
She congratulates herself for waiting until today when he’s sleeping off a drinking game with Mountain’s mead, and not letting her impatience and frustration of him denying her get the best of her.
Her eyes travel further, her tongue darting out to wet her lips when Aether’s position gives her a perfect view of his soft cock, long and thick, and the jewelry adorning it, laying against the smooth roundness of his belly.
A delicious synergy that has her fingers curl and uncurl, resisting the urge to touch herself at the sight. Why would she when she finally can have something so much more satisfying?
With a practiced tug of her tail, her panties slide down her legs as she tiptoes her way over to the bed, her babydoll nightgown following with a quick lift of her arms over her head, both carelessly discarded on the floor, now only focused on getting to the ghoul in front of her.
The bed barely dips when she climbs in, yet Aether scrunches up his nose in his sleep and lifts his head. Aurora freezes mid-movement with bated breath, her heart racing. Aether smacks his lips, starts humming, and then smiles before he changes arms, burying his nose under it.
Under other circumstances, if she wasn’t so single-minded, it wouldn’t feel like an eternity until he settled again. She’d find it adorable, and watch him with growing heart eyes.
But as things are….
With a stuttering exhale, she crawls the rest of the way up to him.
Slight disbelief lets her hesitate but soon enough, her palm glides lovingly over Aether’s strong thighs, up to his cock. Tracing the protruding veins running along the length with the tips of her fingers, awed, each of the metal bars beneath the skin, around the snug fit of the barbels on the side, follows the ladder all the way down to his sac where it tapers off into rings that could fit on her fingers. In a bold move she tugs on one, featherlight, and watches in delight as the skin tightens under her touch and Aether’s cock jumps, starting to fill out even more, the piercings standing out more prominently than before.
Aurora's whole cunt throbs in anticipation at the sight, spurring her into action. She’s on borrowed time after all.
She swings her leg gracefully over his hips and spreads herself open with nimble fingers, slick dripping freely down on Aether’s cock as she lowers herself. Nearly shouting at the first hot wet slide through her folds, the covered metal dragging deliciously over her swollen clit and catching at her fluttering hole. Helpless keens spill in tandem with the languid rolls of her hips out of her mouth, her attempts to stay silent failing.
She can barely keep her eyes open to check if Aether‘s waking up, nothing else existing than this. The feeling of the increasing strain in her thighs from being forced so wide apart. The promising thrill of her cunt barely covering the girth of his cock. In this moment it’s everything.
“Feel how wet I am for you?” she asks, as if she expects a response, barely getting the words out. „I’m being so good. Feels so…“
Aether moans before she can finish her sentence, his hips rolling upwards just so while hers stutter to a halt, equally thrilled and afraid at the prospect of being found out. Slowly her eyes open, trailing from the ring in his belly button up to Aether‘s face. She expects to meet the gaze of two purple irises, her thighs trembling with the effort to keep herself motionless, but all she sees is a flutter of eyelids, a flash of his gold fang before he stills again.
False alarm.
Aether’s knot starts to swell beneath her, making her gasp at the sudden stretch when it breaches her, giving her a small taste of what she could have if he‘d drop the damn gentleman act, just fuck her and make her the prettiest accessoire of his cock.
Another moan reaches her ears, along with fragments of sentences that cause a self-satisfied smile to grace her lips.
“Doing so well for me…Take a little more…”
“That’s it, sweet thing. So tight…”
“Who you‘re dreaming of, hm?,” she whispers and drags her fingers lazily through the pre pooling in Aether’s navel. She brings them up to her lips, swirling her tongue around them, savoring it.
“Dewdrop? Phantom? Breeding them full?”
She drops her hand to cover the lower part of her belly, imagining the feeling of the outline of Aether’s cock beneath, his cum, locked in tight by his knot.
She sighs, wistful. “That’s okay, I’ll make them even sweeter for you”
Keeping her hand in place, her palm presses in with every swivel of her hips as she’s fucking herself on the knot, tightening around what she’s able to fit in until it hurts. She wants to feel it later. She wants to bathe in Aether‘s attention once he notices her supposed discomfort whenever she moves tomorrow. None the wiser of what happened.
“Just like that. Right…. right there” she whimpers, high and needy when she swears she can actually feel a bulge in her belly moving right beneath her palm and comes with a choked-off moan of his name all over his cock. Her knees tighten at each side at the intensity of it, riding it out while her release drips in rivulets through down the insides of Aether’s thighs, down to his balls and the sheets.
She finally slows down to a mere twitching, tipping her head back to pant towards the ceiling. She decides to allow herself another moment or two to bask in the afterglow and take everything in once more, her plans to hit and run - so to speak - waving at her as they pass by.
When she’s finally ready to part with him, strings of slick still connecting them when she raises herself on shaky knees, a hand clamps over her mouth, muffling her surprised shriek. She‘s shoved back down and forward with a firm hand between her shoulder blades and another one gripping the base of her tail, barely giving her time to catch the fall before baring her to the room.
Warm breath fans across her sweaty skin when her captor finally speaks.
“Where are your manners, princess?”
Dewdrop. Fuck.
“You’re far from done with him.”
New droplets of slick slide down her legs at his words and she can‘t hold herself back from following the warmth of the body behind her, nodding mindlessly.
Thank you to @jimothybarnes @ghost-creative-prompts for putting Ghostober together this year! <3
Pairings: Aurora/Dew
It's always a pleasure to get Aurora in his bed like this, and Dew knows he'll wear every mark she gives him with pride.
Explicit, 900 words. Size kink, dirty talk, marking, multi ghoulette Aurora with gills and water tendencies. Some gill play, a creampie. divider by @wrathofrats <3
Aurora’s ankles lock tight around the small of his back, hands clinging to his shoulders and refusing to let him go. As if Dew would rather be anywhere than right here. He groans in her ear as she holds him to her.
“Not- not goin’ anywhere, ladybug,” he promises, rolling his hips into her. Aurora’s got just enough water in her elemental makeup that she gets wet. Almost to the point of rivaling Rain. It makes Dew’s head spin.
Her claws dig into his skin. Aurora’d painted them a shimmery violet just this morning. “Can’t- can’t blame me,” she trills. “Like feelin’ how big you are compared to me.”
Dew’s vision swims, and he nips at her jaw. “Hey, do you want this to be over before it even starts?” he huffs.
Aurora laughs, squealing as his teeth make purchase. Her tail whips behind her, back arching a little up off of Dew’s sheets. “And what about it? I think it’s hot how you cover me completely.”
He pushes up just enough to meet her eyes. Copper hair falls over Dew’s shoulder, curtaining them off from the world. “Princess,” he teases. “That’s not particularly hard to do. All of our packmates can, if they get you laid out like this.”
Aurora purrs, sighing as one of Dew’s hands slides up to cup her tit in his palm. “You think I do this for just anyone?” she smiles coyly. Her bubblegum pink hair fans out over Dew’s pillow, and he knows he’ll be smelling strawberries and lavender long after she leaves. “Oh, Dewey.”
“Yeah, ladybug?” he rumbles, ducking back down to nose at her gills. A calloused finger swipes gently over her nipple, toying with the silver bar threaded through it. It makes her flutter hard around him, and Dew doesn’t bite back his moan. “I think you do, Rory. Think you love it when any of us treats you like the princess you are. Love getting stuffed full.”
Aurora’s gills flutter against Dew’s lips, her claws ten pinpricks against Dew’s shoulders. A gasp is torn from her as his tongue flickers over the membrane.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” he coos in her ear, nipping gently at her earlobe as his hips rock. “Can make you feel small all you want. You could’ve gone to any of our packmates for this. Lucifer knows they’re all bigger than the two of us. Know Aether and Mountain and Swiss would drop to their knees for a chance to have you like this, to split you open and take you. But you came to me. And fuck, ladybug, I’ll make damn sure you won’t regret it.”
Aurora tips her head back with a soft cry, and Dew grins. The hand not holding her breast skates down between them to toy with the matching piece of jewelry threaded through the hood of her clit, and that soft cry turns into a wail.
She locks her ankles even tighter behind Dew’s back, her dark green eyes rolling back into her head. Dew tries his very best to fuck her just like she deserves, tries to make her feel small and loomed over, but it’s made a little difficult from the lack of range of movement. He’s never been one to back down from a challenge.
Especially when the reward is feeling Aurora cum around him.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart, my little ladybug,” Dew purrs, his breath hot against the shell of her ear, almost drowned out by the obscenely wet sounds of their bodies moving together. He can feel it on his thighs, his cock warming her up from the inside out. “Pretty little ghoulette.”
He gently pulls one of her hands from his shoulders, hissing as her claws dig into him in protest. Dew doesn’t relent, though, pinning her hand to the mattress by her head, lacing their fingers together and letting her feel just how much bigger his hands are from hers.
“Oh fuck,” Aurora gasps, her stomach tensing and cunt fluttering around Dew’s cock. He just grins, even as it tears a groan from him. His thrusts start to grow erratic. He knows it won’t be long for either of them.
“So much bigger than you,” he coos in her ear, squeezing her hand. “Don’t you feel it?”
The hand still on his shoulder rakes down his back, all but carving marks into his skin. She’ll try to heal them, later, but Dew won’t let her.
Not when the sensation and jolt of pain makes him cum hard inside her. His hand fumbles against Aurora’s clit, desperate to bring her over with him.
Dew sucks a mark between Aurora’s fluttering gills, and it’s all over. She cums with a squeal, soaking Dew’s thighs as her own shake around his hips, back arching sharply as she claws at his back. He works her through it dutifully, even as he ruts through his own climax.
Eventually, they both collapse, panting and gasping for breath. Dew feels the puff of her breath cool against his cheek through her gills.
She noses into Dew’s hair. “Fuck, Dewey,” she laughs. “You’re so good to me.”
“My pleasure, little ladybug,” he teases, petting her cheek. “Anything.”
Aurora’s eyes glitter. “Oh, I’ll be holding you to that.”
“Damn right, you better,” Dew says, muffling anything else she has to say with a kiss.
Hey! Dewdrop is spiky and quick-tempered with everyone. Except Aurora. She's just the right amount of sweet and respectful to have won him over immediately.
He's defferential to her and so she can easily wrap him right around her little finger like the princess she is; and she expects to be treated as such, and boy does he not dissappoint.
He's at her beck and call. Her own personal heating pad, especially during her cycle where he's basically living between her legs for a week, and oh is he the most appreciative, attentive little spark.
thinking about aurora being smaller than dew and him fucking eating that shit up. cornering her and looming over her with a sharp grin. hitting her with the ol’ “what’s a sweet little thing like you doing in a place like this?” aurora leaning into it because she likes watching him go feral so she looks up at him, eyelashes fluttering and a pout on her lips. the next morning before they part they count the scratches and scrapes littering each other’s bodies. they may be small but they’re vicious and they love it that way.
Prompt 19 for dewrora since you got me thinking of them
Pairing: Dewdrop/Aurora
Word count: 1353
Rating: explicit
Summary: Sometimes Rory is too cocky for her own good, and sometimes Dew likes to feel like the bigger, more powerful ghoul since he doesn’t often get that chance. A play fight turns into a well-deserved lesson.
Warnings: rough sex, humiliation, sexualization of wounds (Dew presses on Rory’s bruises during sex), Aurora goes kind of non-verbal during sex because she’s embarrassed
Notes/additional non-warning tags: trans man Dewdrop, cis woman Aurora, genital piercings, clothed sex, scissoring kind of
“You little brat,”
Dewdrop practically hissed his words out through labored breaths as he tried to push the ghoulette on top of him off to the side. Aurora had gone for a rather dirty move and currently had a solid handful of his hair gripped tightly in her fist.
This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence.
Dew was a bit of a hot head, and Aurora reveled in causing mischief of any sort. Play fights were only natural. It just wasn’t so often that it got so rough. Now they were in a full-on wrestling match devoid of any rules on the floor of Aurora’s bedroom.
“Aw, can’t beat me? Come on, I thought you were all tough shit!”
Aurora teased with a rather pleased look on her face, moving one of her knees to roughly keep Dew’s arm down on the ground.
This had all started when he’d decided to comment on her height. As if he had more than a couple of inches on her anyway. As if he didn’t have a huge soft spot for the little ghoulette and could never bring himself to actually hurt her.
“I’m sorry-“
He choked out as his legs tried to flail up and push her away.
She had him pinned down rather efficiently. She’s quite the quick little shit. However, one of her legs being used to pin him down gave Dew quite the opportunity. He quickly hooked his leg around hers that wasn’t in use and used the leverage to flip them over. It seemed that the apology hadn’t actually meant much. Aurora tried to stop the flip, letting go of his hair in the process, but Dew immediately had her in a compromising position. She looked up at him with her eyes wide, some mix of shock and embarrassment, as she realized that their cores were pressed together because of the way their legs were entangled. Dew, however, didn’t seem to notice. He was far too absorbed in his victory.
“Hah!”
The fire ghoul declared proudly with a sudden roll of his hips, likely meant just to emphasize the fact that he had her pinned. It had a very different effect on poor Aurora. A pretty shade of blue blush immediately overtook her whole face, and the soft gasp that left her lips finally made Dew realize exactly what position he’d put them in. Aurora half expected him to let her go once she saw the recognition flash over his gaze. Instead, a wicked smirk spread across his face.
“Oh, really?”
His words came out maybe a little more cruel-sounding than he’d meant for them to. Based on the way Rory groaned and tried to roll her hips upwards, she didn’t mind.
“Getting overpowered gets you off? I figured you’d just be used to it by now.”
Oh, how evil.
Aurora had all sorts of comebacks and insults she could usually throw his way. Usually, she’d still be fighting. But the way he looked at her was enough to keep her down on the ground.
“Lost that spark already, Princess?”
The response she managed to give was only a desperate whine and another failed buck upwards.
“That’s what I thought. I could do anything to you like this, couldn’t I?”
More likely than not, yes. He knew that already. He only asked to watch the way she whimpered and turned her head to the side like it wasn’t true.
“And it would be so easy.”
Dew’s voice had noticeably dropped in both volume and tone, clearly taking control of the situation with a great amount of satisfaction.
“I bet I could make you cum just from this. In fact, I think I will. I think a ruined pair of shorts will be a good enough consequence for that attitude of yours.”
Aurora wanted to tell him to fuck off, but that wouldn’t get her very far, and if she didn’t get some friction now, she’d lose her damn mind.
Dew brought a hand down to the ghoulette’s cheek, gripping her face harshly and making her look up at him. The helpless look in her eyes was enough to make his clit twitch in his sweatpants. He began rolling his hips slowly, dragging out the contact for as long as he possibly could before the next movement. Aurora’s shorts were thin and flimsy, meant just as pajamas, and Dew could already feel her starting to leak through them. He could also feel the ball of her piercing drag over him each time they moved. His own pants were thicker and harder to feel through, but it was just enough. It wasn’t about what he could feel anyway; it was about watching her squirm.
“Hah-“
Aurora tried to speak something through the moans that Dew’s agonizingly slow pace was tearing from her. It didn’t get beyond a gasp and a mumble.
She tried to add to the fiction by moving along with him. She was quickly met with a low growl and a quick stabbing pain on her chest. She had squeezed her eyes closed at the pain, and when she opened them to see the source, she almost came then and there. Dew’s thumb was pressed hard into one of the nasty bruises that had begun to form on her chest from their fight moments earlier.
“I don’t remember telling you to move.”
Neither did Aurora; he had a point. She whimpered and quickly nodded her head to show she understood. His thumb stayed exactly where it was, though.
Dewdrop would drag this out for hours if he could. He thinks he’d go absolutely insane, though, if he tried. Aurora’s moans were just so pretty. The way she looked at him with such desperation made him dizzy. It was a very nice sort of power trip. He liked feeling so much bigger than her. Fuck, he was gonna cum just thinking about it. The wet spot forming on the front of his sweatpants was an intoxicating sight. He wanted to see more of that.
Without any sort of warning, Dew’s hips snapped against Aurora’s with a new fury. She immediately cried out, her pretty back arching up off the floor as she squirmed and gripped at Dew’s thighs to steady herself. Oh lord, she could hardly think!
“That’s it, princess. You always take it so well.”
Oh, not the praise; she couldn’t take so much at once. He knew all her weaknesses and was shamelessly exploiting them. That little shit!
“Just a little more. You can do it, cum for me.”
Dew’s words were almost slurred, starting to break apart with harsh pants and deep, sharp breaths. He briefly worried it ruined the illusion of power he had, but Rory certainly didn’t notice if it did.
Aurora was cumming before she could even think to ask for permission or warn him in any way. The ghoulette was trembling as she gushed all over her pretty pajama shorts, ruining them completely and soiling the front of Dew’s pants in the process.
“That’s it-“
Dew managed to praise as his thumb left the bruise on her chest, both of his hands now gently cradling her face as she rode through the most intense high she’d had in months. His thumbs stroked soothing circles on her cheeks while he slowly stopped moving his hips so she wouldn’t be shocked by the loss of contact.
Aurora slowly came down, breathing out a deeply relieved sigh as Dew pulled his hips away from hers. Once making sure she was alright, Dewdrop leaned down to kiss her forehead.
“Now-“
He started with a little laugh.
“Go get cleaned up.”
He couldn’t even finish that sentence without laughing, leaning down to press his face into her shoulder.
“Oh, fuck you.”
Aurora protested, moving her slender hands up his sides to grip softly and ground herself.
“I wish you would. Watching you like that drives me insane.”
Dew admitted with a low groan, still clearly feeling rather pent up himself.
“That can be arranged.”
Aurora said in a familiar, low, teasing type of voice.
Have some nasty DewRora glasses porn, you freaks /aff.
Summary: Dew hates his glasses, Aurora (and Aether) think they're unbearably hot - cue them fucking nasty
These are what I'm imagining Dew wears (when he has to)
Oh and everyone's trans
@jimothybarnes optician tag, i feel like there's another optician-adjacent writer here but i cannot remember who, sorry! edit: @dewedup optician tag hehe thanks jesus for reminding me <3
READ BELOW THE CUT OR ON AO3
He sits on the edge of the bed, a full length mirror positioned just too far away for him to see himself. Blurry fingers gliding over his ruddy cock, blissed expression masked by the distance.
Dewdrop hates his glasses, they make him lose his bad boy edge, he’d fit right in as a librarian when he wears them, he reckons. Nothing more than the nerdy girl in a romcom that becomes absolute dynamite when she goes to prom, without the frames. Aether is the only ghoul blessed with the privilege of even knowing Dewdrop needs glasses, not least being the only ghoul to see him wear them.
“Head up, darling, at the mirror, need you to see exactly what I’m doing to that pretty body of yours,” the quintessence ghoul had insisted, holding the smaller ghoul in front of him, fingers glossy as he teased Dew’s clit.
“Uhh Aeth, I appreciate the sentiment but- ah, I can’t see shit, ‘m not wearing my contacts.”
“Oh, uh, you got glasses anywhere, firefly?” he replied, realising why the fire ghoul was so clumsy; he couldn’t fucking see anything. This was a vulnerable moment for Dewdrop and Aether knew it. Keen on keeping the ghoul atop him a horny crying mess instead of a sad one, he brushed over the sudden confession in favour of letting Dew see himself all hard and leaking.
“Bedside drawer,” he huffed.
Aether blindly reached out to grab the glasses, smudging the lenses in the process. Still curiously running his fingers between Dew’s folds he opened the frames with his teeth before placing them on the fire ghoul’s face.
“Holy fuck, Dewdrop, you’re stunning.”
The round lenses complimented his sharp jawline, softening his features. But Dew would never see it that way, convinced Aether was so madly in love with him that he could have worn clown makeup to bed and the other would think it was hot.
Tonight, Dew is thinking back to the moment he could see exactly how his dick quivered under Aether’s strokes, how he leaked onto those thunderous thighs, glistening. It’s not often Dewdrop pleasures himself alone, with more than enough ghouls willing to accompany him. And it’s even less often he takes his time to indulge himself, to really drag it out and appreciate his body. More commonly, he’s quietly cranking one out on the tour bus, or sticking his hand between his legs with fervour when he just can’t sleep.
He groans as he picks up those perfectly circular frames from his bedside, long having run out of contacts. If he didn’t know better he’d say Aether purposefully lost his prescription just to see him wear them.
As long as he keeps focused on his dick, he needn’t think about the horrors above. Dewdrop keeps his eyes below his neck with laser-point precision, dragging claws down his chest, catching on his scars as he lets the hand reach below to dip inside. It’s been months since he’s seen the way his cunt opens up around him, accommodates those sly fingers, and clenches when he starts petting in time with the short, needy strokes on his clit.
He’s struggling to even keep his eyes open now, whiny moans escaping his lips as he pumps his fingers inside. The visuals combined with the slick sounds of his digits, it’s too much. Dewdrop’s on the edge, seconds away from his release, only accelerated by being able to see his reflection thrown back at him. Just a few more pumps and –
“Dewdrop Ghoul! What have I said about using my conditioner?!” an even smaller ghoul shouts down the corridor before barging into his room.
In his hazed brain, Dew decides it’s the glasses he wants to hide from Aurora, not his state of undress, furiously pawing them off his nose as they clatter to the ground.
“Fuck- Rory learn to knock once in a while!” he stutters, his foot delicately trying to hide his secret beneath the bed.
“Firstly, learn to lock a door, idiot,” she mumbles in reply, unfazed by the state of the ghoul before her, “Secondly, you get off to yourself wearing glasses? Sounds freaky,” she says, winking at the fire ghoul.
“They’re my glasses? I need them to see? Just don’t wear ‘em ‘cause they look silly.”
“Ohh so you like watching yourself then? Wouldn’t have put you down for that, seems like more of Rain’s vibe.”
Aurora moves to close the distance between them. She reaches down to pick up the dusty frames, blowing chilled air over them as she places them askew on Dewdrop’s face, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek.
“Lucky for you, I love glasses,” she moans, bringing Dewdrop’s hand to cup her half hard cock, kicking as he makes contact through the skirt. Dew winces as he feels a dribble of slick leak onto the sheet below him.
She swiftly moves to his bedside, rummaging through Dew’s chest of goodies before returning with a sleek, blue suction cup dildo. Aurora sticks it squarely in front of the mirror, “Sit,” she barks.
He stares at it, standing proud against the dark floor, a shiver travelling through his spine at Aurora’s authoritative streak. He’s never seen this side of her, demanding, taking, she’s normally satisfied as a passive participant, happy to take what’s given as she basks in the pleasure. Seeing Aurora standing over him, imposing, he certainly doesn’t have to worry about lube.
Dew sinks sheepishly onto the silicone, knees bent beneath him as he moans at the renewed contact, ready for more after his near-ruined orgasm. Just looking at Aurora, still fully clothed, hand reaching beneath her skirt to pull those black panties down just enough to spring free, has him grinding on the toy.
“Did I say you could move?” she spits, saliva sticking to the lenses adorning his face.
“No ma’am,” the fire ghoul mumbles. He feels exposed, small, even beneath Aurora, the only ghoul smaller than him in every way. She just chuckles as she turns on the remote behind her back, Shit, she picked the vibrator.
He moans, distraught as his arms remain still by his side. His chest heaves and he blinks, looking at himself in the mirror, on his knees, pre running down the parts of the toy that didn’t quite fit in. Looking up he sees Aurora languidly stroking herself from root to tip, popping her hand off with a flourish each time.
She moans with each breath, the timbre drilling directly into Dew’s brain, he’s saving these sounds to repeat back next time he’s got himself alone in front of a mirror. To think about as he gets his fingers around his dick. The mental image is just as incredible; hair just grazing her shoulders, bouncing as she lolls her head back, pert nipples desperate to make themselves shown through her sheer crop top, and her thick happy trail, coarse hairs leading to the dripping cock she has in her hand.
Aurora moves between Dew and mirror, positioning herself so the fire ghoul can no longer see himself. He whines, what’s the point in wearing glasses if he’s not going to get a good look in? Alas, he continues to grind his hips as subtly as he can, clit twitching when the dildo hits the right spot. Dew stares up at Aurora, mouth agape as he breathes heavily. He goes to take her in his mouth, barely licking at the tip before the ghoulette pulls away, tutting.
“Only good boys get to suck mommy off. Good boys stay still when they’re told.”
He holds his head low, admiring Aurora’s feet, perfectly painted claws at the end of slim toes, covered in a smattering of light hair. He’ll unpack that another time.
“Head up, darling, you’re going to want to see this,” Aurora said as she gripped her cock harder now, tugging with a fiery passion, her free hand ghosting over a nipple before pinching tight as she howls, primal. With each stroke the sound of slick echoes in the room, accompanied only by the vibrator relentlessly hitting Dew’s g-spot, not quite enough to get him off but just enough to have him fighting the urge to writhe around.
Aurora bites her lip as she feels her orgasm cresting; legs struggling to support her, she grips Dew’s short horn to steady herself. The fire ghoul can’t help but double over at the pressure, those perfect hands rubbing at the base of the ivory, setting his nerves alight.
“Fuck Rory, ‘m close!” he says. Dew sucks in a breath between gritted teeth. These horns were new for the season, they’re incredibly sensitive- on par with his bottom growth- all it takes is a brush against it and he’s dripping.
“Don’t cum yet, baby, I want you to watch yourself come undone,” Aurora hurriedly mumbles between high-pitched feminine whines.
Just a few strokes later, Aurora’s cock is shooting her release right onto Dew’s glasses, milky white ropes sticking to the lenses, falling down and dripping on the fire ghoul’s red-hot face, clouding his vision as he keeps his eyes wide open in awe at the ghoulette. She milks herself dry, ensuring every last drop ends up on those frames. He looks absolutely ruined, cum trickling down his cheeks, ruby eyes hidden by the sheer amount of seed Aurora spilled, hips stuttering as he chases his release.
“Look how perfect you are for me,” she coos, letting her skirt fall down over her softening length as she moves away from the mirror, keeping a hand on the base of Dew’s horn, rubbing idly as if the ghoul attached isn’t about to explode.
“Go on, get yourself all messy, show me how you get off when I’m not around.”
That’s all the permission Dewdrop needs to grab his dick between his thumb and forefinger before stroking with a fierce pace. His eyes drift to his reflection, it was like being inked in mario kart, still doing his best to look at the action despite being hampered by Aurora’s cum, maybe he should try this with Rain one day- get the real inky deal.
Hurried breaths follow as the ghoulette ramps up the vibrations- so intense the dildo is threatening to leave its position on the hardwood. Aurora, steadying herself on Dew’s horn, moves her foot gently up and down the inside of Dew’s thigh and it’s all too much for the fire ghoul. His orgasm punches him in the gut as his walls clench around the toy. He near-screams, hips grinding on the toy in earnest as he fucks himself through his orgasm, watching himself through the dirty lenses as his slick drips down the dildo.
Aurora dutifully tucks herself back into her panties, wetting them slightly with her slick cock, before she walks towards the door leaving Dew to clean up the both of their messes,
“You should really wear those more often, look real pretty like this.”
