Summary: Sunshine is a multi-ghoulette. A fire/air hybrid if you please. She has a few tricks up her sleeve.
Warnings: Vaginal fingering, literal magic hands
Word Count: 592
Notes: Read here on ao3. This is relatively short, but to be fair, I start during the foreplay rather than having any sort of plot. It’s just fingering.
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Cumulus was splayed out under Sunshine, her white, cloud-like hair flowing around her like a halo. Sunshine had been teasing her for the past fifteen minutes, and she was going absolutely insane at this point. Insane and dripping wet.
Sunshine’s warm hands ran over Cumulus’s cool, exposed skin that was freshly bruised, plucking and pinching at her nipples, her claws running down her sides or the inside of her thighs. Sunshine was somehow always touching her, yet never bringing her hand, mouth, or even her thigh close enough to where Cumulus needed her the most.
“Come on, Sunny,” Cumulus whined, bringing a hand to Sunshine’s horns as she created fresh marks on her plush thighs, trying to drag her to her slick cunt.
“Patience, pretty girl. I’ll get there,” Sunshine assured, kissing her thighs and staring into those gorgeous, sky blue eyes.
Cumulus whined, but let Sunshine carry on with what she was doing. She gasped as she felt Sunshine push one finger past her folds, swiping upward with an ice cold finger.
“Unholy shit!” Cumulus jumped at the sensation. “Why is it so cold?”
Sunshine chuckled. “Figured I’d try something new,” she smiled sweetly as she plunged the finger past Cumulus’s entrance.
“Oh my Lucifer, it’s like an ice cube,” she shuddered, moaning as Sunshine added a second one that was significantly warmer. “How the hell are you doing that?”
“Multi-ghoul, remember? Fire and air…hot and cold…I can regulate my temperature how I please,” Sunshine grins, curling her fingers into Cumulus’s g-spot. Sunshine shifts the temperature, making the fingers in her cunt warm as she brings a cool hand up to play with Cumulus’s tits.
“F-fuck, Sunny, that’s- unholy shit - that’s incredible,” she moans, arching her back as a wave of pleasure runs through her.
“Isn’t it? Thought you’d like it.” The temperature switches again and Sunshine giggles at the way Cumulus squirms. “You make such pretty noises, sweetheart. Just from my fingers too. I can’t wait till I get my mouth on you too. Can’t wait to taste how sweet you are,” she teases, bending down to nip at Cumulus’s thighs.
“Please!” Cumulus shouts, the temperatures changing in equal waves. “Give me your mouth, Sunny. Please, I need it so bad. Need it, Sunny,” she begs, her claws tearing at the fabric beneath her.
“Not yet, darling. I want you to cum on my fingers first.” Sunshine continues to curl her fingers into Cumulus, adding her thumb to circle Cumulus’s clit, causing her to squeal in delight.
“Oh Lucifer,” she moans, her eyes rolling back. “I’m gonna cum. Oh! Sunny, please, needa cum.”
“Cum for me, pretty girl,” Sunshine purred, continuing to thrust her fingers in and out of Cumulus, curling them, toying with her clit, and changing the temperatures of her hands at random.
Cumulus cums with a scream, arching off the bed, and gushing around Sunshines fingers. Sunshine works her through her orgasm.
Sunshines gently removes her fingers from Cumulus’s body as she tries to catch her breathing, wrapping her forked tongue around them and lapping at Cumulus’s juices. “Fuck, baby, you taste so good,” Sunshine moans.
Cumulus lifts her head from the pillow. “What the fuck was that?” She asks, incredulous and out of breath.
“A bit of multi-ghoul magic,” Sunshine winks. “And trust me. There’s more where that came from.”
“Does your tongue do the same thing?” Cumulus giggles.
Sunshine crawls on top of her, kissing and licking into her mouth, her tongue a confusing, cold temperature. “I told you, there’s more where that came from.”
