Been thinking about throatfucking and mountaindew lately, where big guy stays buried and jacks himself whilst choking dew.
Maybe throw some Phaeon in there to help dew loosen up (I’m convinced quint ghouls can channel their magic through their dicks and no one can tell me otherwise)
(Also hello, love your fics!)
(hi, THANK YOU).
Using this ask as Kinktober Day 23 - Face Fucking. So, thank you SO SO much for this DELICIOUS image.
almost 1.2k of Mountain/Dew throat fucking. Ft. voyeur(ish) Aeon.
There are tears in Dew’s eyes. He’s trying to hide them by keeping his eyes closed, but Mountain can see them. The wetness stuck to those long pale lashes. He tightens his grip in Dew’s hair, presses himself a little deeper. Not that he really can. It’s the grind that matters. Dragging the head of his cock against Dew’s throat. He can’t go deeper–Dew has all of him. Lips pressed tight to Mountains’ pubic bone, drool dripping through his pubic hair and down to his balls.
Dew makes a pathetic little noise. More a gurgle than anything else. Vibrations rolling up over Mountain’s cock. Mountain feels himself pulse and Dew winces. He breathes through his nose, strained but steady.
From the other side of the room, Aeon watches. One leg thrown over the other. Leaning back in a chair, a beer from the mini-bar in his hand. He had his turn already. Spilling hot and thick down Dew’s throat under the guise of preparation. Quintessence flowing into Dew’s ever willing body, loosening muscles. Mountain’s pretty sure Dew could have taken him without it. Would have swallowed Mountain down without a second thought.
But that would have been less fun than watching Aeon ease his dick down Dew’s throat. Purring to him about how good he was doing. Babying him through it while Aeon fucked his throat hard enough that Dew has to be sore. Dew glared at him the whole time, torn between palming at himself and pretending not to be into the treatment.
There’s none of that bravado left in him now. His pants are unzipped, hand sliding up and down the wet length of his cock. Mountain watches the way his fingers tighten around the head, the little twist he gives at the end. Dew’s spilling pre like a water ghoul, dripping onto his fingers and onto the hotel floor. Mountain tries not to think about the stain it’ll leave.
“Just like that, Dew. Stay just like that,” he purrs. Scratching his fingers against Dew’s scalp where he holds him tight.
Dew’s eyes flutter open, he looks up at Mountain. His glamor is still up. Dew’s weird about it in hotel rooms sometimes, so the eyes that meet Mountain’s are blue. Copper in the very middle where Dew’s control is slipping just a little. Cracks of himself shining through. His pupils are blown wide. Eyes wet and ringed with tears.
Mountain drags the thumb of his free hand under one of them. Catching wetness against it. Dew blinks back, tries to keep that wetness away.
“He crying yet?” Aeon asks from across the room. Mountain glances over at him. Finds Aeon palming at himself. Already hard again.
“Almost,” Mountain answers, then turns his attention back to Dew. Back to the wet heat of Dew’s throat. Dew shifts and everything constricts. Mountain bites back a loud groan. Fights the urge to just fuck into Dew’s throat with abandon. After Aeon’s show Mountain’s a little hesitant to really give it to the little ghoul beneath him. He doesn’t want to hurt Dew. But seven hells does he want to cum.
Mountain slips his hand down, he curls his palm around Dew’s throat. Loose. But it doesn’t matter. Dew shudders as soon as he does it. Eyes starting to roll up. The threat of it enough to send another spurt of pre onto the low-pile carpet.
Mountain grinds in a little again. He can feel himself beneath his palm. Hard as he ever gets. Shifting beneath Dew’s skin. He presses down a little and finds he can feel that too. The constriction his own hand creates.
“Fuck,” Mountain holds Dew’s gaze as he gives a cursory thrust–small–but he feels it. Feels the pressure of his own hand. Feels the way Dew’s body gives to him on both sides. Bending to his will. The last dreges of quintessence making everything more fluid. Dew’s relaxed, easy. No tension coiled in any of his muscles. Throat open and slick. Mountain squeezes a little harder and Dew moans. Muffled around Mountain’s cock. It ends in a gurgle as he presses down a little more.
Mountain can’t take his eyes off of Dew. Over his hand on Dew’s throat–so big it engulfs him from Jaw to collarbone. Dew’s hand on his cock stutters, rhyhtm failing.
Dew’s still dressed. Mountain realizes belatedly. Dick just hanging out of his jeans where he strokes it. Band-T stained with drool and Aeon’s cum.
Dew is crying now. Mouth stretched around Mountain’s cock, tears running down his cheeks, eyes glassy as he fucks up into his own fist and Mountain does the same. Fucking into Dew’s throat and by extension the pressure of his own hand. Squeezing and releasing when he needs it.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Aeon mutters. Mountain hears the rasp of his zipper, then the sigh of relief as Aeon gets his hand on himself. “Why didn’t I think of that?”
Mountain doesn’t have an answer. He can’t think about anything except how this feels. Tight and so hot and so wet. He barely has to pull out at all, just little rabbit quick thrusts into Dew’s throat, barely anything but it feels like everything. His toes curl in the carpet.
Mountain squeezes a little tighter as he presses forward, constricting around the head of his cock. The pressure makes Dew’s eyes roll back in his head. He huffs out one sharp breath through his noise, hot against Mountain’s skin, and then Dew’s cumming. Painting his jeans, the carpet, his lithe fingers with sticky white ropes.
Mountain outlasts him by seconds. Watching Dew’s body shudder, feeling the rhythmic clench of his throat, that’s all it takes before his orgasm is screaming up his spine. Veins going electric. He spills down Dew’s throat. Twitching and panting, a snarl ripped from his teeth as he pins Dew to his body.
Mountain lets go as soon as the world starts to clear, and Dew rolls back. Sits down hard on the carpet. He wipes his mouth and survey’s the mess as Mountain turns to try to find some clothes and something to clean Dew up with.
Aeon stands. Cock still hard, fingers wrapped tight around the base. He steps between Dew’s legs as Mountain is pulling sweatpants up over his hips.
He’s going to tell Aeon that Dew’s had enough, but then Aeon smears the sticky tip of his cock over Dew’s swollen lips and Dew smirks at him. Eyes no longer watery or glassy.
“Got one more in you, droplet?” Aeon asks, smacking the head of his cock against Dew’s cheek and leaving a slick smear.
Dew flashes him his teeth. “I’ve got more in me than you do.”
Mountain rolls his eyes and retreats to the bed. Heavy-limbed and satisfied. Content to watch the competition. He’s glad for the entertainment. Even if he already knows Dew’s going to win.
Double Penetration In Two Holes, Papa Emeritus III, Dracopia x GN!Reader
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Words: 6.3k.
Warnings: Double penetration in two holes; bisexual Terzo and Copia; mild olfactophilia; fellatio; spit as lube; anal sex; public sex; sex in a chapel; loss of virginity; voyeurism; fingering; degradation kink; praise kink; multiple orgasms; spanking; cum eating; finger sucking; vaginal sex; unprotected sex; piv sex; GN!Reader; throat-fucking; minor blood play;
In the hush of the night, the chapel stood as a silent sentinel, its ancient stones cloaked in the silver glow of the moonlight. The air inside was still, carrying a sense of reverence that hung heavy in the dimly lit space. Stained glass windows, adorned with intricate designs of Satanic saints and demons, cast their vivid colors onto the cold, polished stone floor. Each pane was a jewel of “evil” history, its hues now muted by the darkness but still whispering tales of faith and devotion in the bright light of the moon.
Cardinal Terzo, unable to sleep found himself, barefaced, chested and footed wandering down to the peaceful place to gather himself and calm his racing mind. Candelabra clutched in his thick fingers so as to not disturb his superiors; the slaps of his feet hitting the stone as he entered the chapel echoing throughout the ancient walls. He stood still, silent for a moment, eyes darting around the nave as his ears picked up something he never expected to. Wracked sobbing, faint but audible, was coming from somewhere nearby.
Terzo, slowly, made his way up the aisle, looking in the darkness for the source of the anguish, heart pounding in his chest in fear - he didn’t know what, or who he would find. As he approached the crossing, a dark figure came into view. A male, slender, dressed in black and hunched over. He was sat on his knees, with his head in his hands, sobbing into the palm of his hands, brunette hair a mess from the tugging he’d subjected it to no doubt in whatever stress he had felt in that moment. Terzo got a peak at the nose, the strong, rather large appendage he’d grown accustomed to seeing around the Ministry since his teenage years some two decades ago. This was none other than Brother Copia, the lanky, weedy young boy who had been raised here since birth now a 21-year-old Sibling of Sin who showed great potential. He was bent on the chapel floor, red from the stained glass window reflecting off his body in an artistic fashion. And, given the pain of his sobs, no doubt his heart had shattered like one of those very windows.
“Brother Copia?” Terzo gently called out to him, a safe distance away but his gentle, concerned voice amplified by the Gothic dome in the centre of the crossing.
Copia’s head snapped up towards Terzo, his eyes red and puffy from the tears but his irises now the colour of blood. His ears, Terzo had finally noticed, were longer than usual and much more pointed, like an elf. In that moment, it had become apparent to Terzo what had occurred here on this night.
“C-Cardinal,” Copia sobbed, hand flying to his chest where Terzo had scared him, “I didn’t hear you… you startled me.”
“My apologies, it wasn’t my intention. Why are you crying?”
“I ache… everywhere. I’m tired; exhausted, even. I’m starving but no amount of food I eat even begins to hit the right spots. I was down in the kitchens just trying to get food but the siblings were looking at me as if… as if…” Copia sobbed again, much louder this time. “I was a monster!”
Terzo had only read books on this growing up, had only heard stories from decades prior. Never had he come across this in real life, nor had anyone that he knew. Somehow Copia had ingested vampiric blood and in the time between then and now, he’d died and been reborn as a vampire; one of Satan’s darkest soldiers. And the worst part of it all was, Copia had no idea about any of it. He had no idea what he had become was, indeed, the monster the kitchen Siblings had feared, but it was by no means a bad thing. This sweet, awkward young man, who instilled feelings of pity and irritation was now one of the most important members in the Dark One’s fight against the oppressive forces that plagued their world - and no one had prepared him for it.
“What is wrong with me?” Copia asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Fear was in his eyes, prominent in his shaking hands and wobbling speech. He was scared of himself - or maybe deep down he’d already understood what he was capable of.
“Brother, I think there is something you should know.” Terzo began recounting everything he learned as a child, sitting beside the lost Sibling as he told tales of immortality, and the Devil’s hand touching those He wished to bless with the gifts of life and death. Copia, once a mere, male mortal capable only of dying, could play God, could choose whoever he wished to join him in undeath, and create his own children using his blood, now still around his dead heart.
Copia didn’t believe the Cardinal at first - who would? There were times when his own Satanic faith wavered and he found himself doubting the power of the Olde One. If he didn’t even believe in his own father in Hell, how could he believe these old wives’ tales of night stalkers and blood drinkers? It wasn’t until Terzo reached into Copia’s mouth and sliced his index finger on his canine teeth that Copia began to believe these stories were true.
The way his nose twitched at the smell of Terzo’s blood; at first inhalation, the dominant note is one of iron—a metallic tang that is inherent to blood itself. The metallic undertone carried with it the essence of life, a reminder that within this crimson fluid lies the very sustenance that nourishes the body and fuels existence.
Yet, beneath the metallic foundation, there was a subtle and alluring note of coffee. It was as if Terzo’s blood had absorbed the essence of freshly ground coffee beans, the aroma of a rich and robust brew that invigorated the senses. The coffee note was warm and inviting, conjuring images of early morning rituals and the comfort of a steaming mug in hand. Warm and inviting, the perfect two words that could sum up the Cardinal and how he had always made young Copia feel.
These two scents had Copia’s stomach growling as if there was still life inside him. The way saliva pooled in his mouth at the sight of Terzo’s blood pouring down his finger and pooling in his palm. Copia had no idea his body was reacting, that he was turning to face the Cardinal, crimson eyes now glowing with the need to quench his thirst. That his mouth was drawing ever closer to Terzo’s palm. That his lips were parting enough to expose his fangs.
Terzo, in an effort to escape and not get blood everywhere, tried sliding backwards, dragging his ass along the stone. But the force of Copia’s body landed on him, pushing him backwards and forcing him to lie flat on the floor, Copia crawling on top of him to reach the blooded hand that was now extended above his head.
Somewhere in the struggle, humanity returned to Copia and he suddenly realised what he was doing. He was going to back away, apologise profusely for his behaviour and beg for forgiveness. But he was aware of Terzo beneath him, of the Cardinal’s legs spreading ever wider and allowing Copia to settle nicely in between them. His brain, one of the few organs that survived the change, recognised this moment as intimate… sacred… sexual. His still blood warmed in preparation and began to travel down to a very familiar appendage, filling him up nicely underneath the looseness of his tunic. With the closeness of their bodies, there was no way Terzo was unable to feel the hardness of Copia’s cock.
Terzo, like Copia, wasn’t thinking. He should have let Copia get off him and walk away. He should have fought harder for his life and allowed Copia to leave before things took a turn for the worse. But Terzo’s brain was also aware of the position he was in, how he was trapped underneath a fledgling vampire who barely had control of his own fangs. He was also aware that there was only two items of clothing separating his fluttering hole from Copia’s deliciously thick and hard cock. That thought was what clouded Terzo’s judgment, and had his clean hand wrap around Copia’s neck and pull him down.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, mostly awkward with tongues and teeth smashing against each other until a rhythm was found that was pleasurable for both. Copia’s one hand kept him propped above his superior, while the other made its way to Terzo’s thick waist and pinned him down desperately, despite the fact that Terzo had no intention of going anywhere.
Terzo was the first to break the kiss, reaching up slightly and attaching his lips to Copia’s neck causing Copia’s hips to buck forward and rub his cock against Terzo’s. Both groaned at the sensation. “Th-this is wrong.” Copia said. “We should s-stop. I might k-kill you.”
Cardinal Terzo pulled away and looked directly into Copia’s eyes. “I can’t think of a better way to go, no?”
Copia chuckled and rested his forehead against Terzo’s bare and hairy chest. “Cardinal!” He grumbled, trying to pretend he wasn’t amused.
“Look at me.” Terzo ordered. He waited until Copia obeyed and looked into his mismatched eyes. “I trust you.”
“But I’ve never… You would be… my first.”
“First… meal? Of course.”
“First time. Wait meal?”
“You are a virgin!?”
“Hold on,” Copia pulled back, “I feel like we’re not on the same page here.”
“I would be your first meal and your first fuck? What contract do we have to sign? Get inside me already.”
“Cardinal.”
Terzo sat up and took Copia’s head in his clean hand. “Do you trust me?”
“Sì.”
“I trust you. Now,” he patted the pew they were sat in front of, “pull up a pew. Get comfortable.”
Copia sat on the seat with his legs spread and watched as his superior awkwardly walked on his knees towards him, settling in between his thighs. With his clean hand, Terzo began lifting Copia’s tunic and once Copia got the hint, he helped, taking it off entirely and throwing it somewhere in the chapel leaving him naked and vulnerable to Terzo’s whim. His cock, thick and hard now, rested on his stomach, leaking precum and waiting for Terzo’s… well, something. Copia wasn’t sure what Terzo would do to him.
Terzo removed his sweatpants, revealing his own cock to Copia, which became the second part of his body that Copia drooled over. When Terzo got back onto his knees, he wasted no further time, spitting directly onto Copia’s cock and taking him into his mouth.
Copia gasped at the foreign feeling, unable to fathom the sheer pleasure he was feeling. He had touched himself, of course. He spent most of his late teenage years exploring his own body, but his own hand never compared to this. To the sloppy feeling of Terzo’s mouth dragging up and down his shaft; to the way Terzo’s tongue took care at the tip of his cock, and played with his frenulum. How had Copia gone this long not putting his cock down people’s throats? How had he spent as long as he had not partaking in carnal lust as was required of him by Satanic law?
“Oh, Sathanas!” Copia exclaimed. Terzo had hollowed his cheeks and increased the suction on Copia’s cock, intensifying the feeling. At the same time, he pushed down so his nose was flush with Copia’s pubic mound and the tip of his cock was down Terzo’s throat. Copia’s hands flew to Terzo’s black hair and grasped on as tightly as he could, trying to keep himself grounded, but it was unsuccessful. His head flew back and his throat released a shout, so loud it echoed against the walls and could have drawn attention to the chapel had this been a different hour.
Terzo pulled off with a pop. “I know my mouth feels incredible, but you do need to be quiet. Unless you want to be caught?”
“I’m sorry, Cardinal. I couldn’t help it.”
Terzo smiled, a shit-eating grin plastered all over his face clearly proud of his work. He bent down and went to take Copia into his mouth again, but Copia’s hand stopped him. “Please, don’t. I’ll cum if you do and I don’t want to. Not yet.”
Terzo laughed and stood. “Ah, virgins. Three minutes and they’re done.” He straddled Copia’s lap. “We’ll have to work up your stamina, sì? Keep you nice and hard for all the Siblings you’re going to fuck in your future.”
Terzo lined Copia’s cock up with his ass. “Wait!” Copia said. “Don’t we need lube?”
“That is why I slobbered all over your cock, my sweet boy. You’re also,” he began to sank down on Copia’s cock, “lucky I am a seasoned slut.” Copia’s hands flew to Terzo’s hips and gripped on, sinking his nails into the flesh. Terzo wasn’t gentle with his movements, bottoming out immediately. “I got railed by Cardinal Secondo’s Ghoul this very evening after his duties were finished. Though, I must say,” Terzo grunted, “you are much thicker than he is.”
“Cardinal,” Copia leaned up and kissed Terzo deeply, “please stop talking.”
Terzo laughed but nodded, allowing Copia the mental relief of his blabbering so he could focus on not cumming instantly. Little did Terzo know, it was already a mental struggle for Copia to just be this close to him, especially with the scent of Terzo’s blood still strongly wafting throughout the room and directly up his nostrils. The coffee smell and the feeling of being balls deep inside Terzo had Copia’s head reeling. It was almost too much for the poor boy. He was unbelievably hungry and now he was achingly hard and trying not to cum, he was losing his virginity while also mourning the loss of his life. So many thoughts in that little brain of his, so much to think about, but all quietened by the fact that there was a Cardinal ready and waiting to bounce on his cock when he gave the go ahead, tightening his walls every so often as if he were trying to drive the poor vampire mad.
“Are you ready, my little bat?”
Copia swallowed hard and nodded, nerves getting the better of him.
Terzo tentatively bounced, and tried not to laugh at the face Copia pulled at the feeling of it. He bounced a few more times, slowly, making sure that Copia was doing well enough before he picked up the pace. His hands holding onto Copia’s shoulders for leverage, well aware that his dried blood was now touching Copia’s skin and exceptionally close to his mouth. He saw Copia’s nose twitching as he smelled it, but Terzo said he trusted Copia and he meant it.
“Sathanas!” Terzo moaned softly.
Desperate moans were spilling frantically from Copia’s lips in time with each movement of Terzo’s hips.
Terzo bent down to kiss Copia once more, before uttering, “Touch me.”
Copia swallowed once more and nodded, moving his large hand down to Terzo’s cock and began stroking it as if it were his own. Terzo, already sensitive from his previous escapades, was on the verge of cumming himself, he just needed that extra push. And the feeling of Copia’s hand wrapped around his cock was the push he so desperately needed.
“I’m cumming.” He announced, and then moments later began spilling his seed onto Copia’s stomach, his mouth open in a perfect ‘o’ and his eyes watching the way his cum gathered on Copia’s skin.
Copia, now almost at his climax, pulled Terzo down and kissed his neck at the most sensitive spot before sinking his teeth into Terzo’s neck and feeding from him for the first time.
Terzo’s blood smelled sweeter than before, almost like a toffee nut latte. It could have tasted like it too had it not been for the metallic undertones. Copia released a deep and gutteral groan at the first lick of Terzo’s blood, and pulled his body closer and closer as he took his fill, all the while Terzo was lazily stroking his own cock to oversensitivity. When Copia was full, or close to it without hurting Terzo, he pulled away and thrust into Terzo’s ass several times before cumming deep inside it, watching as the blood from the open wound cascaded down his neck, across his chest and fell onto Copia’s body, dripping and mixing with what was left of Terzo’s cum.
For a while, all that could be heard in the chapel was their heavy breathing as they recovered from their short, but sweet encounter, Terzo dizzy from the loss of blood but alive. Copia did everything he could to stop the bleeding, and was successful eventually. But Terzo had lost a significant amount and it would take him a while to recover.
That night, he was able to guilt trip Copia into carrying him back to his room, and Copia watched as Terzo slept after Terzo’s quick, replenishing meal, making sure that Terzo was, in fact, okay and he didn’t take too much of his blood. That was the scariest first night as a vampire for Copia, terrified he’d killed one of the few people to show him kindness at the Ministry. But when Terzo’s eyes opened the next morning, Copia could breathe a sigh of relief.
As the years had marched on and the weight of time settled upon his shoulders, Papa Emeritus III often found himself drifting back to the vibrant tapestry of his youth, like an old, cherished book whose pages he couldn’t help but reopen. He often thought back to the night in the chapel and how it felt to be woven within Copia’s life so imperatively as he was. How he still wore the 30-year-old bite scars on his neck with the utmost pride, a badge of honour representing the baby bat’s first successful feed.
There had been casualties throughout the years, Copia’s lack of confidence triggered a particularly rough dry spell for the vampire where he refused to drink another drop from a living being again, which ended up doing more harm than good, especially when there was a raging, bloodthirsty vampire on the loose around the Ministry. He was able to reign it in as he got older, of course, and he grew into his abilities both vampiric and sexual.
It had been so long since the last time they touched each other; after the night in the chapel they would sneak off to that very room regularly for a quick fuck and feeding. But one day, presumably after Copia became Cardinal their meetings just stopped. Copia’s dark, yet intoxicating aura kept drawing other members of the Clergy in and Copia was enjoying his meals from various playthings, a harem if Terzo was being honest. Terzo’s own Cardinal duties meant their schedules never aligned and so the two drifted apart. But there were times when Terzo would be bouncing on a cock where he would allow his mind to drift off to that night, and remember how it felt to take many of Copia’s firsts. Terzo was sure he would never relive that night.
Yet, in the hush of the night, the chapel stood once more as a silent sentinel, glowing silver in the moonlight. The air inside retained a palpable sense of reverence, just as it had in ages past. The very same stained glass windows, adorned with intricate designs of celestial angels and unholy saints, cast their vivid colors onto the cold, polished stone floor.
Papa Terzo, troubled and restless, found himself in this sacred haven once again. Barefaced, chest exposed, and feet clad only in the softest of slippers, he had ventured here to seek solace and tranquility, just as countless others had before him in days of old. Clutching a candelabrum in his sturdy hand, he moved with deliberate care, ensuring not to disturb the tranquility of the sanctified space. The echo of his footsteps reverberated through the ancient walls as he entered the chapel, standing motionless for a moment, his vigilant eyes scanning the nave, and leaving the candelabrum by the door. It was in that timeless silence that he heard something he had never anticipated.
It wasn’t sobs he heard echoing off the ancient walls this time; not sounds of anguish and despair; he couldn’t taste the fear and woe that he could thirty years prior. He smelled sex, he heard the breathless moans of two enthralled in the most cardinal of sins. He saw Cardinal Copia’s bare back, brunette hair messy atop his head and pale white skin littered with dark scratches. In his lap on the pew, he saw you, the prettiest of all the young things gracing Copia’s harem, straddling the Dark Cardinal with your eyes closed and your face contorted with such pleasure. You had no idea your Papa was there in the nave, watching you both with morbid fascination as you rode Copia’s long, slender fingers.
He knew how it felt to be Copia at that moment, knowing firsthand how good your tight, wet cunt felt. You were, as it happened, his favourite plaything. His most obedient, good, little slut who always promised him that your cunt was his to play with. Though he never actually believed it, he just found it amusing to see you so pliant and willing for another man when you always seemed so shy. He wondered how many others you gave yourself to, how many others you’d lied to so that you could reach orgasm. What a truly, devious, desperate little whore you were.
“I remember when you used to do that to me, Cardinal.” Terzo announced, making you jump and your eyes snap open to look at him.
Both Terzo and Copia laughed at you.
“I borrowed your whore, I hope that’s okay.” Copia said. He didn’t care if it wasn’t okay, he always took whom he wanted and challenged anyone to challenge him. He could be a dick sometimes, that was part of the reason he had so many people fawning over him.
“Papa-” You reached for Terzo, your body weak and exhausted. Your voice was hoarse, no doubt from where Copia had had you screaming for him before Terzo had got there. Terzo recognised the sounds, and knew from your reactions that you’d cum multiple times already. And judging by how pristine your body looked, Copia hadn’t had his fill of you; rather, he enjoyed watching you beg for mercy.
Terzo gave you his hand and moved towards you both, kissing the back of your hand and stroking your hair gently. “How many times have you made them cum?”
“Two. Working on the third.”
Terzo tutted. “Were you never taught to not play with your food? Or in this case, torture it.” Though he was talking about you, he was looking at you, revelling in the way your face showcased your ruin.
“Of course, Papa. But,” Copia moved his free hand to your ass cheek, “I want this one sweeter than a fucking peach.” He slapped your bare ass, hard, and had you yelping out and tightening around Copia’s fingers. He bent down to bite your hip - not hard enough to puncture and draw blood, but hard enough for you to feel it.
Terzo feigned sympathy and finally addressed you. “Oh, tesoro. Is he torturing you?”
“Papa, please!” You were begging him, clutching onto his hand and staring up at his bare face in desperation. But you didn’t even know what you were begging for.
“You want your Papa to help you, è corretto?”
“Please!”
He moved his hand from your hair to your face and tenderly stroked it. “Do you think you deserve help when you lied to your Papa?”
Copia gasped. “They lied to Papa?”
“They did. They told me that sweet, little cunt of theirs belonged to me. Yet here they are allowing another man’s fingers inside of them.”
“Oh mi povero Papa! You should have heard how they were begging for my cock earlier.”
“Well this just won’t do, will it, Cardinal?”
“No it won’t.”
Your desperate voice sounded as your hips bucked faster and faster against Copia’s fingers. “Cardinal, I’m so close, please!”
“They want to cum, Papa. Should we let them?”
“Well, seeing as they’re so desperate to orgasm, I think we should.”
You came for the third time on Copia’s fingers, clenching around him so tightly he found it difficult to move them. Instead, he had to focus on your clit to keep you overstimulated and brain dead as you came for him, for them both. Both of their eyes were trained on you, focussed on how your face contorted again, how your body shook with the force of your orgasm, and how you tried, but failed, you keep your voice low.
Copia pulled his fingers out of you and raised them to Terzo’s mouth, and he sucked them in willingly, hollowing his mouth around the digits and fervently licking every drop of your cum off Copia’s skin. He groaned at the taste, and only pulled away when he had deemed them acceptably clean.
“Are they ready for your cock now, Cardinal?” Terzo asked.
Copia nodded, “They are. And I’m ready for yours.”
As you sank down onto Copia’s cock, his thickness stretching your wet walls beyond comprehension, you watched Terzo pull his sweatpants down and off completely, to reveal his achingly hard cock to the coolness of the room. Your hands rested on Copia’s shoulders for purchase as you began bouncing, setting a slow pace to begin with and allowing your little whimpers to echo throughout the chapel. Copia tipped his head back, his neck exposed to you and resting on the back of the pew, his mouth open and waiting. Terzo, eyes focussed on you, began feeding his cock down Copia’s throat, inch by inch until he was fully seated down his throat. You watched Copia’s slim neck expand to accomodate Terzo’s length, and clenched when Terzo let out a deep groan formed at the pit of his stomach.
“Just like that, Cardinal.”
With each of your bounces, you jolted Copia’s body which in turn had him move against Terzo’s cock, only a little though. It was for that reason Terzo moved his hips and began to fuck Copia’s throat. Slowly at first, he didn’t want to hurt Copia, but eventually his need was too great and he found himself thrusting harder and harder. His body leaned forward, and was supported by two of his hands on the back of the pew and one of his feet, the toes curling around the bench to give him leverage to thrust. This position allowed him to, when you leaned forward too, get right up into your face and pepper you with sweet kisses. “How does the Cardinal feel, tesoro?” He asked.
“He’s s-so big. So deep!”
“Where can you feel him?”
“I-in my stomach.”
A muffled growl could be heard from between you, Copia’s voice reacting to your words. That growl vibrated around Terzo’s cock, which pulled another moan from his throat. The good thing about vampires, both Terzo and Copia had discovered during their youthful escapades, was that they didn’t need to breathe, which meant that Terzo didn’t have to do the courteous pull-out.
Terzo removed one of his hands from the pew and wrapped it around the back of your neck, pulling you in for a deep and passionate kiss. Your face, red and sticky from sweat, too irresistible. Terzo needed your lips on his, and he needed them immediately. Though when he pulled away, he gripped onto your hand and brought your fingers to his lips. Like he did with Copia’s fingers, he sucked them into his mouth, the action entrancing you like a witch’s spell.
This time, however, your fingers were getting sloppier and sloppier each second they were in his mouth, and eventually, he released them with a pop. “Open your asshole for me, tesoro. Get yourself nice and stretched.”
You did as you were told, taking your now lubricated fingers and stretching yourself out to fit Terzo’s cock. Copia, now registering that your mind was preoccupied, held your hips still and began to thrust into you at a rough pace from beneath, getting his pleasures while you were preparing for your Papa.
Terzo, at this point, had moved back to almost his original position, except the hand that was on your neck had begun resting on Copia’s, squeezing his esophagus and making that hole so much tighter around his cock. “Cazzo!” Terzo shouted. “This throat takes me just as well as I remember, no?”
Copia grunted in response.
“Always so willing for my cock, Cardinal. Always took what I gave so willingly.”
Copia’s hips slammed into you harder at the memory, his cock hitting against your cervix every time and forcing loud, uncontrollable screams out of you.
Terzo gasped, as if something had shocked him, and pulled out of Copia’s throat completely, sitting down on the pew behind him and catching his breath. “Fuck, that was too close.”
“Losing your stamina, old man.” Copia taunted, his voice deep and gravelly from the exertion. His smile exposed his fangs, and his tongue ran over them, teasing Terzo. His Cardinal makeup, the black eyes and upper lip, was completely ruined by Terzo’s efforts. The tears that Copia had cried while Terzo was deep in his throat had rubbed off in a perfect tear line down the sides of his face, and the lipstick he wore had disappeared completely, replaced by pale pink, swollen lips. A particular thrust inside your cunt, however, had the Cardinal pulling his head off the pew and looking at you, mouth wide open and brows furrowed in animalistic pleasure. “This fucking cunt!” He yelled, continuing to slam into you at such a rate that stole your breath.
“Now you see why I keep fucking them.”
“I might have to steal them from you - make them my own.”
“We share them.” Terzo stood and walked around the pews, settling himself behind you. One of his hands went to your waist, just above Copia’s, while the other went to your hair and pulled your head to the side, exposing your neck. He began to kiss up and down that sensitive spot, both men ignoring your overwhelmed cries and using you for their own pleasures and agendas. You saw the possessive look in Copia’s eyes as he watched Terzo kiss right on that sweet spot on your neck, the very spot Copia was going to feed from. Unbeknownst to you, Terzo was also staring at Copia as he was taunting him, living for riling the vampire up and thoroughly enjoying what it was doing to you. “We share them.” Terzo said once more.
“We share them.” Copia repeated through gritted teeth.
“I’m r-ready, Papa!” You screamed as Copia maintained his speed and intensity. This only slowed when Terzo ordered him to.
You heard Terzo spit on his cock to re-lubricate himself, give himself a quick tug, before he started pushing into your ass.
Your eyes almost bugged out of your head as Terzo entered you. He was gentle, of course, Terzo usually was at first. But with Copia’s thick cock already buried so deep inside you, it was more than difficult accommodating them both at the exact same time. “Almost there, tesoro.” Terzo said, kissing your shoulders to comfort you. “You’re doing so good for me. Taking us both so well.”
Copia’s eyes and hands were now roaming all over your body hungrily, feeling the life rush through you as your heart pumped faster with adrenaline. He could smell the spike in your blood, the extra sweetness released by the three orgasms he’d already given you. Copia’s sensitive senses detected a multifaceted aroma from the scent of your blood. Initially, it was a delicate floral fragrance, reminiscent of rare blossoms that only thrived under the full moon, creating an ethereal and intoxicating essence. Underlying this was an earthy, grounding note, evoking ancient forests and damp soil. Deeper still, there was a subtle, forbidden sweetness, like condensed nectar from countless flowers, tempting yet taboo. Lastly, a comforting warmth permeated, suggesting hearth and home, sparking a longing for connection beyond Copia’s immortal existence. In the end, the scent of your blood was akin to the finest aged wine, a treasured and savored rarity.
And Terzo, after all those years apart, still smelled exactly like coffee.
“Are you ready, tesoro?” Terzo asked with one final kiss to your shoulder.
“Yes, Papa.”
“What do you want, dolcezza?” Copia asked.
“You.”
“Who?”
“Both of you.”
Terzo smiled, “you have us.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“As you wish.” Copia said.
They both began thrusting, picking up a pace easily. This, of course, wasn’t the first time they’d shared a sibling more than willing to whore themselves out for the pair of them, and this wouldn’t be the last. They both fell into a perfect rhythm, only thrusting in when the other had pulled out, and maintained this even as their speeds picked up. Copia was slouched on the pew, allowing him more leverage to fuck into you, but Terzo was immediately behind you. His skin touched yours. He was so close, you could hear his grunts and whimpers directly into your ear.
“Look at you,” Copia began, his voice low and strained, “taking us both like a fucking whore.”
“Merda!” Terzo exclaimed. “Cardinal, that filthy mouth of yours. Be kinder to our tesoro.” Those ‘filthy words’ though, had both of your holes fluttering around them, and even got into Terzo’s head. He got off on the fact that you got off to being abused in such a manner, thoroughly enjoying your tightening ass.
“They want kind? Fine.” Copia’s hand moved down to your clit and he started to lazily play with it using his thumb, causing you to cry out once more.
“They love it when you play with their clit, Cardinal.”
“So good for us, aren’t you, dolcezza?”
When you didn’t reply, they laughed.
“Poor little thing, so cock drunk and brain dead.” Copia said, feigning sympathy. “I think we’ve ruined them.”
“I guess they want us to stop.”
“No!” You screamed. “Don’t stop - please don’t stop! F-feels so fucking good. I love your cocks!”
“Which is better?” Copia asked.
Your eyes widened, fully comprehending the question. “I c-can’t choose.”
Terzo, “You have to, or you won’t cum.”
Copia, “We’ll pull out and leave you like this.”
You, “No, please! I can’t decide. I want them both. I need them both! Fuck, I’m so close, please!”
Copia, “You want us to share you, eh? You want us to keep fucking you like this?”
You, “Yes!”
Terzo, “You want to hang off our dicks like this whenever we want to use you?”
You, “Yes! Fuck! Please, please, please!”
Copia, “Aw. Papa, since they asked so nicely…”
Terzo, “Cum, tesoro. Cum for us.”
You came hard, stilling against them and grabbing onto any limb you could possible grab onto. Your head fell back against Terzo’s shoulder, exposing your beautiful neck to Copia, who, while you were in the midst of your orgasm, had leaned forward and sunk his teeth into your neck, sucking your blood down his throat. The first bite of you, the taste of your blood had him cumming deep inside you, hitting your cervix at the final thrust and painting your walls white with his seed. The tightness of your ass from the orgasm and the eroticism of watching Copia devour you, had Terzo’s cock twitching and cumming into your hole, also gripping onto whatever part of your body he could find and burying his face in your shoulder. He had to restrain himself from biting you, too, knowing that it would hurt you more coming from him than the vampire attached to your neck.
From the exhilaration of the whole event, you passed out cold. After your orgasm, you don’t remember a thing, except when you woke up, you had a pounding headache and your bottom half ached deliciously. You opened your eyes, only to be met with the almost total darkness of Terzo’s bedroom, and no doubt, Terzo lying behind you, his arm over your waist protectively as his sleeping frame held you close to him. As your eyes opened further, you saw Copia sat on the armchair in the corner of the room, a book in his hand. But his attention was on you now that he knew you were awake.
“Good morning, dolcezza.” He said. He placed the book down and walked over to the bed, lying down in front of you and scooching up to press his body close to yours. He placed his arm over your naked waist where Terzo’s body hadn’t claimed. As you moved your neck to watch him, you felt a twinge of pain as though it were bruised at Copia’s bite. “How are you feeling?”
“Sore.” You replied, honestly.
“Mi dispiace, amore mio. It seems I overdid it last night. I took a little too much blood than I ought to.” He kissed your forehead. “Can you forgive me?”
“Nothing to forgive, Cardinal.” You yawned. “Just a mistake, right?”
“Of course.”
“Then nothing to forgive. Forget about it.”
“You need to rest more, dolcezza. When you wake up, Papa will order his Ghouls to get you some breakfast.”
“Will you sleep here with us?”
“Do you want me to?”
“Yes… please.”
Copia smiled at your adorableness. “Then, sleep here I shall. Good night, little one.”
“Good morning, Cardinal.”
And sandwiched in between Papa and the Cardinal, you drifted back off to sleep.
Pairing: Papa IV/f!Reader
Word Count: 806
Tags/Warnings: p in v sex, unprotected sex, accidental creampie, don't worry - reader very much enjoys it
NSFW under the cut/Minors DNI
The decision to not use a condom was an impulsive one. You battled internally with the idea, weighing the pros and cons over and over in your head—it was an important decision to make, after all. But the thought of being so intimate, so impossibly close with Copia, made the choice easier. Especially when his cock twitched at the suggestion.
It was almost impossible to keep him off of you—or, rather, out of you—after that. It was unfamiliar and new, but so exciting. Raw flesh against flesh as Copia’s cock stretched you open, everything wet and warm and throbbing. You wouldn’t have it any other way after this (and, frankly, you don’t think he would either).
The sounds that fill the room are enough of a testament to how good you both feel. Your moans and his grunts are interspersed with the wet sounds of sex. Copia has his arms wrapped around you tight as he drives into you from behind. His movements are borderline animalistic, rutting and humping you as he growls nonsensical praise into your ear.
“Molto bene, tesoro. You feel so fucking good.” Copia’s breath is hot and heavy against your ear, strained by layers of desire and need. “You’re so…ah, so wet for me, yeah?”
Your hands and knees are sore, and your muscles tense as they tremble from each of his thrusts. “Fuck yes. Sathanas, it feels so good, Papa…”
“No, no, cara,” he groans. “Say my name. Let me hear you say it.”
“Fuck, Copia…don’t stop, don’t stop.”
The breathless sound of his name on your lips is almost enough to tip Copia over the edge. His thrusts turn quick and short, desperate for every ounce of pleasure he can get. His sounds almost overtake yours as he pants and groans against your neck.
Hearing him so desperate as he moans so carnally for you makes your decision not to use a condom extremely worth it. Any consequence is completely lost, buried beneath layers of pleasure as you near ecstasy.
Copia’s hand snakes downward, fingers brushing gently across your skin until they glide over your clit. The sensation makes you squirm under him. Your hips buck into his hand, rolling against his body. Copia smiles against your neck, reveling in the sound of your cries.
“Come on, cara. I wanna feel you cum around my cock.” You moan at his words. You can feel the way your walls flutter and throb around him. “Cazzo, I don’t think…I can stop...”
You barely register his words, too focused on the pleasure you feel to care about his implication. “Don’t stop. Please, Copia. Keep going. Make me cum, please.”
The intimacy of the moment is unmatched. Neither of you hold back, every ounce of ecstasy coursing through you uninhibited and overwhelming. Another firm thrust of his hips and swirl of his fingers has you falling apart at his touch, your entire body squirming and throbbing as your orgasm hits you hard.
Copia follows suit, his thrusts sporadic before his hips come to a harsh standstill. Your mind is hazy, overpowered by lust and pleasure as you feel his taut body wrapped around you. All you can recognize are his heavy breaths panting against your neck.
Then, clarity comes to you suddenly. You turn your head, trying to catch some glimpse of his figure behind you. The words escape you for a moment. Swallowing hard, you finally break the silence. “Did you…did you just cum in me..?”
Copia seems hesitant before he replies. His gaze flickers between you at the conjoined spot between your bodies. “I…yes, I…I did.” He pants, his voice clearly apologetic. “I’m sorry, I could not help it, amore…it felt so good, I didn’t want to stop, I—”
“Do it again.”
“...what?”
“Do it. Again.” You’re almost surprised by the conviction in your own voice. Copia certainly is, too. “Don’t pull out, just fuck your cum deep into my pussy. I don’t want a single drop to fall out.”
“You…you are serious?” Copia’s practically frozen behind you, stunned by your eagerness.
His consideration is sweet, but there’s no doubt in your mind that being filled by his seed is the hottest thing he’s done for you so far.
“Dead serious.” You assure him. There’s a fire in your eyes that captivates him, something primal he’s never seen in you before. “And don't stop fucking me until you pump another load in me.”
Copia wastes no time fulfilling your request. Your overly sensitive, sweat-slicked bodies move in perfect tandem until he delivers upon your command. The unfamiliar sensation of his seed leaking out of you and dripping down your thighs is addictive. It’s no wonder Copia hurriedly leans back just so he can look upon sight with his own eyes.
Neither of you were keen on using protection any time after that.
Summary: It’s literally just napping with Mountain
Warnings: None
Word Count: 524
Notes: Read here on ao3.
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After a long day of chores, you were looking forward to relaxing, preferably in your own room. It wasn’t like the chores were awful or that there were too many. Sometimes it’s just too draining to do work in that regard, especially when you’d much rather stay in bed or go out and have fun.
Yeah, you had a few days to yourself, but chores can suck, and they’re chores for a reason. They could be fun, but they weren’t.
It also doesn’t help that it stormed last night, keeping you up and only allowing you to get a whopping two hours of sleep. All you knew was that it was time for a nap.
It felt like such a long walk to your room to the point that even making it that far was draining your energy. The droll, stone halls of the Abbey made sure to keep the walk boring, other than the few interesting tapestries or paintings that occasionally lined the wall.
You tried to keep yourself entertained, thinking of what you could do for dinner, what suggestions you could give for the garden, and even just thinking about potential weekend plans. Yet nothing kept away the droop in your eyes or the way your feet dragged.
You eventually considered just laying down in the middle of the hallway for someone to find you, but luckily, there was a certain ghoul that you just loved to curl up with right around the corner.
You pushed the doors open to the ghoul’s den, ignoring those who were in the lounge, and making your way to Mountain’s room. The door creaked as you opened it and you noticed the lights off. He was facing the windows, but turned his head when he heard you come in.
His room was warm and comforting. There were plenty of plants lining shelves and window sills, which provided the room with a rich, earthy scent.
“Did I wake you?” You asked, crawling on to the ginormous bed that was filled with pillows, furs, blankets, and whatever else made its way in.
He hummed and shook his head. “No,” he yawned. “I was getting ready to nap, but hadn’t gotten there yet.”
Once you made it under the covers, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, burying his nose in your hair, smelling your shampoo, but also letting your natural scent soothe him.
“You smell good,” he muttered, eyes closed, holding you as close as he could.
You smiled, taking in his own earthy scent that also mingled with the honeysuckle body wash he uses. “You do too.”
“Yeah, but your scent is so…calming. Like my own personal lavender…thing.”
“Thing?”
“I could call you an essential oil, but you are much better than that,” he chuckled.
“Well, I’m glad I’m your personal essential oil,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips. He smiled back and hummed, pulling you impossibly closer.
“I’m gonna nap now,” he mumbled, pressing his face back into your hair.
There was no response from you, but he didn’t need it. He liked the quiet. It was comfortable. It was perfect.
This is is my favorite number so I was so excited to have such a juicy topic as Voyeurism to write about. This is a deliciously sensual kink - it really needs so much more attention.
Also on AO3
It wasn’t like he wanted to watch.
But he couldn’t look away.
Not now. Not when he had already seen.
———
He’d been on his way outside. Headed for an afternoon walk when he’d heard a noise. When he’d stopped to investigate, he’d stumbled across a scene that made him blush.
He should have kept walking, pretended that he hadn’t seen.
Instead, he tucked himself into the shadows, and watched.
———
The way the little ghoulette moved, riding Swiss, had him chubbing up before he even realized it.
He palms himself in an effort to hold back, and nearly groans at how hard he is already.
Fuck.
He sees the way she rises up on her knees and sinks back down into Swiss’s lap, his hard cock sliding into her folds as he splays his hands across her back. They look huge against her body, nearly half his size, she looks even smaller here. He can’t see her hands but know her sharp claws are dug into his shoulders. He envisions the pointed red tips drawing blood.
His fangs water at the thought.
She’s impossibly tiny, yet she’s taking him so well. Swiss is big. He knows. And she’s taking him inside like he’s meant to be there. Split wide across his cock, pressed deep inside her diminutive body. Like it was made for him.
His mouth waters as his eyes focus, pupils dilating in the dark, blown from lust and the pheromones circulating in the air. He smells her slick and arousal even from his hiding place. He's had them both, but never seen them together like this.
Why they chose this location is a mystery. It’s not entirely private, not that ghouls cared about that at all, but here, where anyone could stumble upon them, was intriguing. The fear of being caught is a powerful aphrodisiac, he knows.
Clearly they agree. Aurora groans as she slips back down on Swiss’s cock, her thighs flexing just enough that he can see the muscle twitch, her tail waving behind her.
Swiss moves a hand down to cup at her ass, slowly moving her up and down on his cock, while spreading her cheeks wider, kissing her and biting at her lip, drawing blood.
He smells it from across the room. Holding back his own moan as he can almost taste it himself, just from memory. The salty tang vivid in his mind.
Swiss licks it off slowly, eyes molten as he swallows her down, laving over her lip with his tongue. He follows it with nips down her neck, marking her as his the whole way down, a beautiful collage of marks. Dragging his fangs down to her neck, sucking a darker mark into the skin there.
Swiss doesn’t bite her yet, he’s saving that for the finale.
He watches. He’s unzipped his pants and pulled himself out as he palms over his own erection. Pre coating the tip, it bounces up hard to smack against his belly. It feels wrong, but he can’t stop. His pupils blown wide as he stares at the sin occurring in front of his eyes.
Swiss’s hand wraps around the base of Aurora’s tail, teasing her hole with his fingertips as he strokes the soft skin at the base.
She growls low at him, dragging her teeth across his neck as he thrusts up with ghoulish precision, cutting off her growl, as it turns to a moan.
Swiss dips his fingers down to touch where she’s spread across him, gathering her slick and swirling it around her rim as he holds her tail away.
With one hand Swiss grips her ass while the other dips a finger inside her hole.
He knows she clenches hard around Swiss by the way he hisses at her. Eyes closed as he tries not to come too soon.
His hand flies across his own cock, trying to give himself half the pressure and sensation he knows Swiss is feeling right now. He’s jealous, and incredibly horny. Hard and hidden in his hiding place, watching like the freak he is. He feels terrible and exhilarated at the same time, his orgasm racing toward him like a freight train.
He watches as Swiss fucks her with both his cock and his fingers, both buried deep inside the tiny ghoulette as she arches her body in a beautiful way, taking him deeper, pressing her breasts into Swiss’s skin.
He imagines the scratchy hair on his chest against her soft skin. The plush plumpness of her breasts as they press into him. The feel of her nails dug into his back, the marks they would leave. The scratches down his own skin as she cums and drags them down. He shudders as his skin prickles at the thought.
He’s so hard. His cock is dribbling over his hand as he strokes.
It’s wrong. It’s a private moment he shouldn’t be watching.
It’s so hot.
The pants and grunts from across the room reach a frenzied pace as Swiss fucks into Aurora, leaning forward to bow her backward, fangs pressed into her neck, until he sinks them deep into her throat, claiming the tiny ghoulette as he cums deep inside with a growl.
She keens as Swiss fills her, clenched tight around him as her own orgasm rockets through her. He locks his jaws around her throat, head thrown back, long pastel waves tossed down her back, as his hands tangle in her hair while he holds on tight.
Frozen in an unholy kiss, Swiss’s knot locking them tight as they shudder through their release.
He cums hot over his own hand, hard, with a gasp, as he slaps his other hand over his mouth, hoping to Lucifer that they were so consumed with their own carnal activity that they didn’t hear.
He tucks himself back in his jeans and slips away, presumably undetected.
He was wrong.
Two pairs of glowing eyes watch him go. Swiss’s grin is nowhere near as feral as Aurora’s.
He has no idea what he’s in for later.
They’re going to take him apart, and they are going to make him watch while they do it.
Warnings: 18+ only, readers gender isn't specified but they do use a strap on, anal (m receiving), dirty talk, littleeeee bit of praise kink.
A/N: I'm so sorry that this is late! I've been catching up on a lot of things, so my kinktober prompts might run into early November, but I do plan on finishing them all! They will vary in length, so just know that as well!
He looked so pretty like this. Hands hooked under his knees pulling them towards his flushed chest. His lips cherry-red and swollen from your kisses, and his teeth worrying into them whenever your strap dragged just right inside him. It had been his idea, shyly coming to you and asking if you would fuck him for a change. You were more than happy to oblige. Cumulus accompanied you to pick out a strap that was a good size to start Phantom with, afterall, she was an expert in the field.
You slowly pull your hips back before languidly pushing back into Phantom’s tight hole, his lips parting silently at the movement as he throws his head back and closes his eyes.
“Use your words baby, did that feel good?”
His violet eyes open and he stares down at where the two of you meet, watching intensely as your strap opens him up fully.
“Feels so good,” he whines, “can I touch- fuck- can I touch my cock? Please?” Phantom’s brows furrow as he meets your eyes. He looked so desperate, so fucked out already and you hadn’t even started yet. His cock twitched against his pale belly, the tip flushed a deep red, pre leaking from the slit and pooling against his skin. Your hands slowly make their way from his waist, over his hips, and to the backs of his thighs to take the place of his own hands.
“Go on baby, touch yourself for me.” you coo to him softly, pinning his thighs in place as his own hand shakily grabs his weeping cock. A whimper escapes his bruised lips, his thumb moving over the tip, teasing himself before he grips the base and strokes upwards. You move your hips a little faster, more in time with the movements of his hand. A breathless cry leaves him when you angle your hips a little differently and hit his sweet spot.
“Look at you, taking it so well baby.” your words earn you another whimper from the ghoul.“I’m so close. I’m gon-gonna, fuck.” his eyes are squeezed shut again, and his hand stutters as he nears the edge. You let go of one of his thighs guiding his leg around your hip then inching up his chest to lightly grip his pretty throat, “Open those pretty eyes baby. I want you to look at me when you come.”
Kinktober/Ghostober 2023 - Day 2 - Tail Play (Swiss/Dew)
Day 2: Tail Play (Swiss/Dew + cum eating, handjobs, rimming, begging)
Dew is lounging in bed, curled up in a comfy pair of pajama pants and watching some trashy 80s slasher movie on his phone when Swiss slams his bedroom door open.
Dew yelps, startled. “Jesus fuck, Swiss! What the hell?”
Swiss doesn’t answer. Instead he saunters in, grinning down at Dew with a too-wide, toothy smile, and kicks the door closed behind him with another slam.
Dew frowns, unimpressed. His tail flicks in annoyance.
“Take your pants off.” Swiss nods his head at Dew, still balking at him from the bed.
“Uhh,” Dew answers dumbly. He wants to be angry, to put up a fight, but he can already feel his cock twitch, starting to fatten up, taking interest.
“Take your pants off,” Swiss repeats himself. He stalks up to the edge of the bed, holding Dew’s gaze. He’s still grinning, white fangs glinting in the low light of Dew’s bedroom. He reaches out to tug at the string of Dew’s sweatpants, untying the knot and letting the loose ends fall back against Dew’s bare belly.
“Take your pants off,” he repeats a third time.
“Alright, jeez,” Dew grumbles. “So bossy…” Dew lifts his hips to shimmy out of his sweatpants. His cock is fully hard by the time he sits back down on the bed naked, kicking his pants off the other side of the bed to the floor. He grumbles again, feigning irritation, but Dew has never had a bad time in bed with Swiss. Whatever Swiss has in store for him will undoubtedly be worth it.
“On your hands and knees.”
Dew feels his face go hot as he turns to obey, arranging himself on his hands and knees on the blankets. As soon as his face is down he hears Swiss opening the drawer to his nightstand and rummaging around. Then the pop of a cap followed by the slick, wet sound of lube on skin.
Dew exhales a shaky breath, buries his face into the pillows, spreads his knees just a little wider. Arches his back, pretty and waiting and obedient. He expects to feel the blunt head of Swiss’ fat cock nudging at his hole. Maybe two of Swiss’ slick fingers slipping inside him to work him open. Dew’s cock twitches in anticipation.
Dew yelps when instead he feels a slick hand wrap around the base of his tail and tug, pulling him back before sliding wet and warm down the length of him from the base to the pointed spade at the tip.
Dew feels Swiss’ lips find their way to the base of his spine, just at the top of the cleft of his ass. Kissing and licking, trailing little nips down to the base of his tail.
“Ohhhh,” Dew groans out when Swiss grips him again, squeezing with his fist, jacking his tail like it’s his dick. Sliding up and down the length of him with wet, filthy sounds. Dew’s cock spits out a dribble of pre in response.
His tail is sensitive, and the way Swiss is squeezing and tugging at him, pulling him off with a slick fist wrapped around him has him whimpering. He presses his face into the pillows, squirming and pleading for more.
Swiss answers by mouthing at the base of his tail, where it feels so good, almost ticklish. He feels the heat coil in his gut as Swiss licks and sucks at him wet and messy. He laves his tongue across the base where tail becomes spine, biting and kissing as his hand continues to stroke up and down the long, spindly length.
When Swiss pulls his mouth away, Dew whines at the loss. He feels the bed dip as Swiss rearranges himself, grips his tail with two hands and continues to stroke him, hands slicking their way down his tail to the tip, where Dew feels him guide the spade into the wet heat of his open mouth.
Swiss licks at him, trails his tongue across the edge of the spade, laps at the flat of it, wraps his lips around the whole of it and sucks.
“Swiss! Ohhhh, fuck,” Dew cries out, legs shaking and cock kicking, dribbling a wet patch of pre onto the bedsheets between his knees. Dew feels the slick build up between his cheeks, running down his thighs. His body is a quivering, sensitive mess, and Swiss hasn’t even touched his cock once.
Swiss deepthroats his tail, hollowing his cheeks and sucking, jacking Dew off with two hands as he works the tip of him with his mouth.
“Please! Please, Swiss, ohhhhhh” Dew cries out again, rolling his hips. Humping his straining cock pathetically into the air as Swiss works him. He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for, but Dew feels like he might be close to tears. It feels so good, and yet not nearly enough.
Swiss pulls off with a pop, gives one quick nip to the tip of the spade with a sharp fang, pulling a high-pitched yelp from Dew’s lips before he’s kissing and licking a wet trail back up the length of Dew’s tail. He licks and sucks, spit dripping, mixing in with the slick of the lube as he mouths his way back up towards the base of Dew’s spine.
When he gets there, he grips the base in a firm fist and lifts, exposing Dew’s pink little hole. Wet and waiting. Swiss dives in, licking across the twitching, fluttering ring of muscle. He drags his tongue through the slick, mouths back up and across it to lick and suck at the base of Dew’s tail.
It’s all too much, Dew cries out pathetically, clawing at the sheets and drooling into the pillows as Swiss eats him out, sucks at the sensitive skin between his hole and his tail. Tongue running across every inch of him. Down his balls, up to his hole, and back to the base of his tail. He tugs at him as he jacks it off, just on the right side of too rough, pushing and pulling Dew’s shaking body as he works him over. Dew’s cock kicks out another spurt of pre, the tip angry red and the length of him straining.
Swiss takes one hand off of him and Dew can hear fabric rustling as Swiss pulls his cock out, slicking it up with the spit and lube still coating his hand. Swiss jacks himself off as he eats Dew out, squeezes the base of his tail, pulling it up and open, exposing him for his tongue and mouth.
Swiss bites down into the meat of Dew’s ass cheek when he cums. He crowds in, paints ropes of cum across Dew’s lower back, across his twitching hole, shoots across his tail.
Dew whines, arches his back, begging for Swiss to finish him off as he feels Swiss’ warm cum dribble down his skin, mixing in with the wet of the lube and spit already covering his sensitive body.
Swiss is back on him in an instant, curling around to grip Dew’s neglected cock with a wet hand, jerking him off in rapid, rough little strokes. Dew comes with a shout when Swiss dips down, wraps his lips around the base of his tail, lapping up lube and sweat and his own cum. Swiss works him through his orgasm, milking him for every drop as he shudders and hiccups and sobs through it, pressing his face into the tear-stained and drool-soaked fabric of his pillows.
Swiss pulls back with a little kiss to the bruised bite mark he left on Dew’s asscheek and helps to flip him over. Lays Dew down gently into the wet mess of his bed before diving in to kiss him deep, licking into his mouth. Letting Dew taste a mix of himself and Swiss. Dew hums into the kiss, satisfied.
When Dew opens his eyes, Swiss is grinning down at him again. Toothy and smug and looking fucking proud of himself.
Dew pouts up at him, doing his best to try and look grumpy despite the fucked out look on his face. His messy hair and blushing cheeks.
Swiss kisses him again, nips at his neck, nuzzles into him until Dew is making satisfied little chirps and hums.
“C’mon, Spitfire, stop pouting,” Swiss offers, scooping the little ghoul up in his arms. “Let’s get cleaned up and then you can finish watching your movie in my bed.”
