A Much Needed Vacation (Papa V Perpetua x Era 6 Ghouls/Ghoulettes)
Requested by @thecrepegremlin !!! <3
Tags: Orgy, Mild Voyeurism, Blowjobs, Cunnilingus, Face Sitting, Squirting, Cum-Eating, Marking, Mild Pain Kink, Size Kink, Creampies, Knotting
Finally, after several long, grueling months, the tour had come to an end. It was a bittersweet feeling for Perpetua. As much as he loved performing, and as much as he was going to miss his darling Ghouls, he is in desperate need of a looong vacation. Somewhere on a beach, or in the mountains, he's not picky, just as long as he can get some peace and quiet, and most importantly, he's left alone. Though, before he can finally get his much needed rest, there is one last stop he needs to make.
The Ministry was on his way anyway, so he figured he could swing by, take care of some laundry, maybe bring some comfier loungewear with him this time. The thought of wearing those sickeningly tight pants for one more night made him nauseous. Most importantly, he wanted to see the Ghouls again. He knows he's not required to interact with them outside of the work environment, after all, they're supposed to be coworkers, nothing more. But still, he wanted to thank them for giving him such a warm welcome. They accepted him right away, no awkwardness or territorial spats like he expected. They made him feel like a part of the pack, like he actually belonged there. It felt only right that he bid them a proper farewell.
Wandering into the Ghoul den, unannounced, wasn't something he expected to be an issue. It was something he'd done numerous times before. He expected they'd all be there, curled up in a cuddle pile together or bickering about what movie they all wanted to watch next. What he didn't know, however, was that the Ghouls have... other ways of winding down after the tour season ends. Not that he minded the sight, though it was just a little surprising to walk in on eight hellish beings slapping skins, coated in an array of exchanged fluids. He had to squint to make out who exactly was fucking who, their bodies seemingly melting together into one, obscene blob of multicolored flesh.
He seemed to figure it all out eventually, though he had to stand and watch for an uncomfortable amount of time to do so. Mountain stood tall, front and center, Phantom and Aurora kneeled on either side of him as Mountain took turns using their mouths. Aurora took his entire length down her pliant throat with ease, a hand planted firmly on his hip for balance, and another snaking down her waist to rub herself. Mountains eyes rolled back, groaning as his fingers tangled in her hair, gently pulling her off his cock, his other hand guiding Phantoms head back down on him for his turn. Phantoms dick throbbed eagerly as he bucked his hips into his own hand, taking as much of Mountain as he could, though his throat was nowhere near as experienced as Auroras. Mountain didn't seem to mind.
Cirrus and Haze were simply devouring each other, Haze on top of Cirrus, interlocked head-to-toe, pussy planted on her face, grinding her hips down against Cirrus' tongue. It's a wonder Cirrus could breathe under it all, yet she managed, holding Haze's waist tightly, like she was afraid she'd float away. Haze wasn't the only one with her cunt engulfed within a warm mouth, for Haze was just as eager to have a taste of Cirrus, sucking and moaning against her folds. This clearly wasn't the first time today that the two Ghoulettes were used. They had hickies, bites and scratches of all shapes and sizes all over their bodies, marks that clearly didn't come from just them alone. Perpetua almost wished he could've seen their previous encounters, however many they've already had, if it weren't for him arriving late to the show. In his defense, he didn't even know there was a show going on, until now.
Whatever Dew, Rain, and Storm were doing was on a whole other level of depravity. Dew and Storm were sharing Rain, his poor, reddened face buried within a mountain of pillows; As if he had any room to act shy, with two larger Ghouls hovering over him, fighting over who gets to take him first. Storm was the one currently fucking him, much to Dews dismay. Dew notoriously hated sharing, especially when it came to Rain, which is precisely why Storm jumped at the opportunity to get inside the smaller Ghoul the second he got the chance. Storm doesn't particularly enjoy conflict, though he definitely enjoys a challenge. He almost wanted Dew to do something about it, to get so blinded by lust and jealousy that he would just yank him off, punish him, even. Angry fucks were always the best, in his opinion. Though for now, Dew just watched begrudgingly, furiously fucking his own hand in hopes maybe, just maybe, it'll feel half as good as the warmth of Rains ass.
Christ, what a view. Perpetua grew hard as soon as he could distinguish who was who. He smiled at the sight, a gloved hand subconsciously lowering to caress his bulge through his sweats. No one had even noticed he was there yet, too caught up in the cacophony of sound, smell, and touch to notice the Peeping Tom standing at the doorway. That didn't seem fair, both to the Ghouls, and to him, so he decided now was the time to make himself known. He slammed the door behind him, which was albeit rude, though it was probably the only sound he could make that would be heard over the discordant orchestra of moans, besides just plain screaming. And after touring for so long, he's really rather not risk damaging his already raw throat even further; Well, not in that way, at least.
A few heads shoot up right away, while others are too lost in the pleasure to realize until moments later. Perpetua studied their expressions, none of which looked uncomfortable or embarrassed by his presence, just a bit startled. "My apologies for barging in like that. I didn't mean to interrupt your, eh... celebration. Though, it seems that I sadly was not invited." Perpetua spoke, holding back a smirk. "I can leave, if you wish. Though if no one objects, I certainly wouldn't mind staying..."
Aurora was the first to speak up, popping her mouth off of Mountains length. "To watch, or to join, Papa?" She asked sweetly, swaying her hips tantalizingly. Perpetua chuckled, eyes trained on her pretty pink cunt on display for him. "Whatever you desire. Just say the word, my dear, and your wish is my command." She coiled her finger into a 'come hither' motion, beckoning him to her. Eagerly, he obeyed.
The rest of the Ghouls quickly went to resume their tasks at hand, Perpetua undoing his pants as he came up from behind Aurora. "I've been needing to get fucked for forever now. If I don't cum soon, I'll lose my mind..." Perpetua took out his cock, pumping it slowly with one hand, the other hand spreading open her glistening folds. Aurora looked up at Mountain, looking sickeningly innocent despite the position she was in. "Don't worry, big boy, my mouth is still open for you~" She purred, licking a long stripe across the tip. The unattended Phantom whimpered beside them.
"Y-you're not the only one who needs to get fucked, y'know..." Phantom huffed frustratedly, his cockhead borderline purple, leaking as it kicked uncomfortably. Mountain chuckled.
"You and 'Rora been doin' such a good job, t-takin' me down your throats, you don't think I'll -fuck- r-reward you?" Mountain groaned, gaze focused on the thick glob of drool hanging from Auroras chin as she bobbed her head back and forth, hardly even gagging as she reached the hilt. She choked only slightly when Perpetua slid inside of her, bottoming out almost immediately, relief washing over both of them at the long awaited feeling. "S-shit. Look at her, Phantom. She's slicking it up for ya. S-so much spit, it'll just slide right in once I get to you..." Mountain sighed, head lulling back in ecstasy. Phantom shuddered at the thought, whining as he continued to stroke his aching cock.
Perpetua began to thrust, agonizingly slow and gentle, which he claimed was for her sake, though in reality, he was teetering on the edge of an orgasm the moment he put the tip in. He's not usually like this, she's just so, so fucking tight. Her cunt felt unnatural, unholy, and well, it was. She was such a little thing, yet she could take such big cocks with ease, constricting the manhood of even the strongest-willed man, and reducing him to a pathetic, drooling mess within seconds. She could've been a pro pornstar, if she wasn't a spawn of Satan. Though, what really is the difference? Maybe a change of position would make this easier for him, he thought to himself, though flipping her to missionary wasn't much better; now he had to worry about the sight of her tits bouncing being the thing that sends him over the edge. The eye contact she forced him to maintain also wasn't helping.
When Mountain finally had enough, (which did not take long,) he slid his cock out of her mouth, hesitating a bit when she pouted sadly at the loss of contact. Poor girl is never satiated. Still though, he has someone else to focus on, someone in desperate need. Phantom was already in position, on his back, legs in the air, watching Mountains every movement with anticipation, practically drooling when he climbed on top of him. Mountain sunk into him with a strained groan, jaw clenched tight. All Phantom could do was sigh in ecstatic relief, eyes rolled back, head lulled to the side. Precum dripped from his aching cock, landing on his stomach and pooling in his belly button.
Perpetua, with his eyes shut tight and his fingers crossed, starts to buck his hips faster into Auroras wet heat. Not necessarily by choice, but because the incessant, cock-hungry Ghoulette beneath him wouldn't stop begging, snarling, biting and scratching until he sped up. He silently prayed he could make her cum before he inevitably spilled himself within her, trying to ignore the stinging pain from the crescent-shaped claw marks she dug into his ass. He let his eyes flutter open for just a moment, looking around the room to distract himself, to focus on anything but Auroras sweet mewls, anything but the overwhelmingly hot constriction around his shaft. Unfortunately, watching what the other Ghouls were up to did not help.
Glancing at Dew and Storm, Perpetua was surprised to find that they had completely forgotten about dear Rain. It seemed that Storm had finally gotten his wish, Dew pinning him down, sinking his fangs into the back of Storms neck, growling like a feral animal as he fucked him wildly, sloppy and uncoordinated, an act purely on impulse. It was almost amusing to see. Storm was bigger, stronger, taller than Dew, so if he really wanted to, he could overpower him easily. But judging by the shit-eating grin on Storms face as Dew emptied inside of him, his knot popping and stretching him further, locking him into place; Storm was exactly where he wanted to be. But where was Rain? Perpetua scanned the room; Oh, there he is.
He could see the cum still dripping from Rains ass and unto the floor, silently wondering whether it was Storm or Dews. What he did know, however, was that Rain was currently being used as a dildo for Haze, her perched on top of him, bouncing rhythmically. Cirrus was moreso there for support, her and Haze's previous endeavors tuckering her out too much to feel compelled to coax out another orgasm of her own. Instead, she focused her attention solely on Haze, Cirrus' hands cupping Haze's breasts, pinching and toying with her hardened nipples.
"Come on, love, you can give us one more. Do it for me, Hazey." She muttered huskily against Haze's lips, her tongue darting out to deepen the kiss. All Haze could do was whine softly, thighs trembling as she bounced faster on Rains cock. Rain, mind you, was completely out of it, drunk off of both dick and pussy, biting his fist to keep himself quiet. He knew better than to interrupt when his Ghoulettes were talking, even if he was too fucked-out to retain what exactly they were saying. They could've been talking about filing their taxes for all he knows, and he'd still be whimpering and rolling his hips upwards in delight.
"What's wrong, Hazey girl? Having a hard time?" Cirrus cooed, trailing her tender kisses down Haze's neck, down to her tits, tongue dancing around her areolas. Haze shuddered, so fucking close to the edge, but after so many orgasms, she just needs one more little push to reach her final climax of the night. Haze nodded deliriously, Cirrus chuckling against her soft, supple skin. Her hands trailed down Haze's waist, down her stomach, and teasingly running her fingers down her neatly trimmed pubic mound, before reaching her sweet spot, Haze crying out from the sensation almost immediately. "Shhh, let me help you. I know exactly what you need~"
Cirrus rubbed Haze's puffy clit, soft and light with her gestures as to not overstimulate her, not too much, at least. That was all it took, with Cirrus' mouth on her tit, hand on her clit, and Rains stupidly long cock deep inside her, Haze's mouth hung open in a silent scream as she came, juices flowing from her cunt and all over Rains shaft. That sent him almost immediately as well, his spend spurting out of him like a leaky faucet, and a pathetically small amount, at that. He had already came an ungodly amount of times that night, what did you expect? Haze didn't seem to mind much at all, popping off Rains cock as soon as she finished riding out the shock waves of her orgasm.
Haze lay down on her back, panting and exhausted, yet legs spread for one last act of debauchery. Cirrus followed, dipping her head down, and darted her tongue in and out of Haze's dripping pussy, letting the mix of Rain and Haze's cum pool in her mouth before swallowing, moaning against her folds. All that the poor, forgotten Rain could do was watch, shaking, already halfway dozed off, the corners of his mouth twitching into a small, satisfied smirk. The sight was so obscene, so insanely fucking hot, Perpetua didn't even notice himself subconsciously speed up his ministrations, thrusts wild, rough, just the way Aurora liked it. By the time his head snapped back down from the clouds, her legs were thrown over his shoulders, fingernails dug into his chest, brows furrowed in focus, her breathing rapid and unsteady, until...
Fuck. He came first, hard and fast, leaving him utterly disappointed in himself. Still, despite the almost painful overstimulation, he continued his thrusting, his cock beginning to slowly deflate, but still, he has to keep going, he needs to. He just has to hold out a little bit longer, long enough to feel her walls convulse around him, to see her expression twist in ecstasy. Thank Lucifer, it did not take long for her to reach the precipice, back arching and gasping for air as she coated him in her warmth. He hissed at the feeling, both pleasurable and overwhelming, but at long last, he could let his body rest before his heart gives out. The rest of the group was either passed out in each other's naked embraces, or was about to be. The only couple left that was somehow miraculously still fucking, was Mountain and Phantom.
Phantom had already came, a puddle of his seed coating his abdomen, cock flaccid yet still somehow leaking. Mountain persisted, continuing to buck into him, the hopes of coaxing a second orgasm out of the exhausted Phantom were long gone; this was for himself. Nothing wrong with that, as Phantom still seemed to be enjoying himself quite a bit, his arms tucked around Mountains waist, pulling the large Ghoul closer to him, face buried in the crook of his neck. Mountain whispered quiet praises in his ear, repeating the same few phrases over and over again like a mantra. "You're taking me so well," or "You feel so good," or "Just a little longer, baby. Just gotta hold out a little longer, till I can fill ya. J-just a little longer..."
Mountain was thick, long, and impossibly deep, and the promise of his knot was even more daunting; Daunting, yet exciting. He had never taken Mountains knot before, always chickening out last minute, but Phantom wanted it now, and desperate times call for desperate measures. Maybe if he clenched a little tighter, left nips and kisses on the tender part of his neck, or just straight up begged for it, maybe he could finally feel it. And soon enough, he could feel his efforts paying off, Mountains hot, thick seed flooding him from the inside, his knot following soon after, swelling and pulsing deep inside his inner walls. It was big, so big he couldn't move, and who knows how long it will take to go back down. He could be stuck like this for hours, though somehow, he doesn't think he would mind that. For now, they could just hold each other close, rasping sweet-nothings against one another's dampened skin, their rasps fading into murmurs, and their murmurs fading into snores.
Perpetua couldn't handle the mental and physical weight, from months of touring building up to this very moment, so exhausted he had fallen asleep right there. His softened cock was still inside Aurora, who followed him into dreamland soon after. Waking up in the morning would be Hell; Sticky, sore, uncomfortably sweaty, and to make things worse, he missed his flight. And was it even worth it? You bet it was.
