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Time has melted away and Aurora doesn’t know how long they’ve been at it at this point. The passage of time slipped away from her when her fourth orgasm tore through her, body trembling and twitching as she tugged Swiss’ hair so hard that a few strands were pulled from his scalp. He doesn’t care though. It doesn’t stop his fingers crooking and brushing against her g-spot, nor does it slow down their precise thrusts that fill the air with the sounds of soaking wet arousal. His tongue continues to roll against her clit, moving in circular motions and side to side as he drags her closer and closer to the edge once more.

How many times has he made her cum now? Six? Seven? She’s not sure. What would keeping count do? Swiss has probably been doing it for her. He always does. He likes to keep a tally of how many times he can bring her to completion before she finally breaks and crumbles apart, ready for him to put back together again afterwards with soothing words, gentle touches, and a hot bath. Right now, however, after is far from Aurora’s mind as she painfully crawls towards her next orgasm.

“Can’t…” she whimpers, pawing at the top of Swiss’ head as her overstimulated body screams for mercy.

“C’mon, pretty girl,” the multi ghoul coos. “Just one more. You’ve got one more in you, I know it.”

The ghoulette shakes her head, back arching off the bed when his fingers bully her sweet spot once more. “Please…”

“Just one more and I promise we can stop, okay?” He seals his lips over her bundle of nerves and sucks hard.

The overwhelming pleasure builds and builds, tightening the coil in her abdomen as she sobs and wriggles against his face. She goes from pushing at him to pulling him into her then back to pushing again. Her aching thighs, blotted with bites and bruises, close in around his head as her torso lifts off the bed in an arch when his fingers pump in and out faster and harder. It’s a punishing pace, brutally bumping against her g-spot repeatedly as Swiss shakes his head and his groans vibrate against her. It sends shockwaves of sensation jolting through her body and her screams of his name over and over are almost loud enough to cover the splashing sounds of Swiss’ fingers still pistoning in and out of her pussy as she soaks his face and hand. Shockwaves ripple through her body, her vision turning white, as her climax seems to stretch for an eternity.

When her orgasm finally subsides and her body ceases jolting and jerking, the ghoulette finally glancing down at a smirking Swiss as he licks his fingers clean, lapping up her spend with a moan. He sucks each digit into his mouth, eyes fluttering closed as he meticulously cleans each one.

“Fuck, I love how you taste, princess. So sweet.” Amber eyes meet hers once more. “My favourite drink.”

Aurora whines when Swiss leans down once more, lips hovering over her drenched, oversensitive sex. Just when she thinks he’s about to devour her again, he chuckles. His breath tickles her exposed skin before he presses a kiss just below her belly button.

“You did so well for me. I knew you could give me another one,” he purrs, smiling up at her with pride and adoration.

The ghoulette forces herself into an upright position, wincing at the soreness in her lower back. Her fingers card through his curls as he trails kisses from her abdomen up to her collarbone where he nips playfully. She can’t help but giggle when he shifts so that he’s kneeling on the mattress and pecks her forehead.

“Thank you,” she murmurs. She wraps her arms around his shoulders and pulls so that their chests are flush. “Love you, Swissy.”

Swiss squeezes her gently and nuzzles the spot just behind her ear. “Love you too, princess. You ready for your bath now, or would you prefer a shower?”

Aurora mewls and squeezes her thighs closed, eliciting a laugh from the multi ghoul.

“Don’t worry, I won’t fuck you again tonight. Your body needs time to recover after feeding me all that nectar, hm?”

“Satanas, you know how to ruin the moment don’t you?”

His fingers dig into her sides, tickling her as peals of laughter escape from her lips and she falls onto her back on the mattress.

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Cool fingers drag gently up the expanse of Copia’s bare thigh. The tips brush oh so close to where he’s desperate to be touched then retreat, an action that’s so cruel after fuck knows how many minutes or hours of torment that he has to fight against the urge to huff. A chuckle reaches his ears, and he fails to hold back the shudder that ripples down his spine.

“You’ve never been good at being patient, have you?”

Mary’s breath tickles his outer ear. Copia tests the silk wrapped around his wrists, binding them behind his back. His knees hurt from being knelt on the floor for so long, but he knows that he’ll find his satisfaction soon. He has to. Copia’s not the only one who can’t wait for too long before seeking out the pleasure and rewards he deserves.

“Look at you.” Mary’s chest presses up against the other’s naked back, the close proximity and skin on skin contact almost intoxicating. “You’d let me do anything to you for the chance to find your release.”

The older man gasps at the sudden yank of his hair. It’s grown longer since the last tour, the satanic pope never quite finding the time in his busy schedule to get it trimmed back into shape. However, he can’t complain. Why would he when Mary does such a good job of pulling and tugging it every time they fuck? He doesn’t need a mirror to know that the strands are wrapped around his fist; he’s seen it in the reflection of his office window so many times he’s lost count.

Another pull and Copia turns his head where Mary guides it. Faded smears of black lipstick contrast with the stained yellow of their sadistic grin and the maroon of dried, cracked blood on their skin.

“What if I never touched your pretty little dick again? Would you cry? Would you cry like you do when I bounce you on my cock?”  

The whimper that escapes from Copia’s lips ignites a spark of glee in the other.

“Don’t worry, little man.” It’s a mockery of the name he calls Dewdrop every time he’s on stage. “There are other ways to make you cum, aren’t there?”

A tug of the ring pierced through the former cardinal’s nipple elicits a soft, surprised cry. The sensation has his dick twitching, dripping pre onto the floor to join what’s gradually becoming a small puddle at this point. It aches and throbs from the unrelenting teasing he’s endured from the moment they entered his room after Black Mass. It hurts so good that he’ll almost be sad for it to come to an end.

Almost.

Mary releases their hold on Copia’s peppered hair to start playing with the other nipple in tandem. His head remains tilted back as he humps thin air, panting and moaning. One of his lover’s nails scratches over a sensitive bud, hard enough to make his hips jolt but not enough to draw blood. He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip to try and muffle the salacious sounds that tumble out from his mouth but the sharp bite in the junction where neck and shoulder meet has him yelping.

“Don’t you dare keep those noises to yourself. I want to hear every. Little. Sound.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. Lips part once more just in time for him to unleash a high-pitched mewl when he feels the featherlight, taunting touch of Mary’s digits on his balls. The end is just out of the satanic pope’s reach, climax creeping closer, but he doesn’t want it to end like this. He needs the feeling of Mary’s fist flying over his cock, squeezing in all the right places.

“Watch.”

Copia shakes his head and that earns him another bite.

“Watch as I make you cum untouched, you ungrateful brat.”

Forcing himself to drop his head, Copia glances down at his own body and tears prick the corners of his eyes.

“That’s it. There we go. Such a good boy for Master, aren’t you?”

The older man nods with a sniffle. “Yes, Master. I’m your good boy.”

Mary kisses his jaw and for a moment Copia thinks he’s going to be tender and gentle until he gives his balls a hard squeeze. He doesn’t care that it hurts or that Mary’s being mean when it has him hurtling faster towards climax. Those cold digits massage his balls, the other hand pulling and twisting his nipple and heat grows rapidly in his abdomen. The band that’s already been pulled tight repeatedly tonight is close to snapping altogether and a lascivious litany of moans fills the room.

“Cum for me, Rat. Cum for Master.”

On command, Copia pumps his hips upwards with his orgasm. His seed arcs through the air, thick and plentiful, as he sobs and shakes with the force of it. Mary continues to massage his sac through it all, drawing every last drop out of him until there’s a milky white mess on the floor and even on the inside of Copia’s thigh. He doesn’t stop until the former cardinal actively tries to move away from him in his oversensitive haze.

“Such a good boy, Copia. You didn’t even need me to touch your cock, did you?”

Copia’s mind is a fuzzy, post-orgasm blue as he nods. When Mary lightly taps his balls again, he hisses and shoots him a glare.

“Now, why don’t you clean that up for me? Go on, use your tongue and maybe I’ll let you rail me until sunrise.”

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“Shhh, there you go. There’s my pretty boy.” 

A whimper escapes you as you adjust yourself in Mary’s lap. You’re sure you won’t be able to walk by the time they’re done with you if the stretch from just the tip alone is anything to go by. When you’d heard the idle gossip of siblings of sin talking about his girth you’d thought they were exaggerating. Rumours have a tendency to grow far bigger than the truth around the abbey, after all. Besides, there was no way he was bigger than Aether, right? That had to be hyperbole. 

And yet here you are, being split open inch by inch as Mary gently eases you further down his cock. Even at an agonisignly slow and torturous pace, the stretch burns so fucking good. The incense swirling around his dark crypt is so thick that everything almost feels too much. Too much length. Too much stretch. Too much touch. Too much Mary . 

But it’s also not enough. 

Then you bottom out and the harmony of shuddering groans that leave the two of you seem to echo around his home. Neither of you move for a moment, adjusting to the sensations of too full and too tight. Your walls clamp down around his cock, squeezing him, and his nails dig into your hips as he throws his head back with parted, spit slick lips. 

“Fuck, do that again. Please .” 

You smirk and relax your muscles before clenching again. Their arms wind around your lower back and they plant their feet firmly on the ground, the thudding of his combat boots ricocheting off the walls. 

“Need to fuck you so bad. Needed to rail you since I first saw you.” 

“Oh yeah?” You sit up and put on a show for him. Fingers swirl around your pert buds before pinching and tugging. An exaggerated, salacious moan falls from your lips as you stare down at him. His glowing, crimson eyes drink you in, narrowing when your walls squeeze him again in time with your ministrations. 

“Wanted to shove my cock in you every day for the last year, pretty boy,” he chokes out. “Been dreaming of it all week since you slipped me that note after Mass.” 

Rolling your hips tentatively, you watch as one of his hands travels around to your front and trails over one of your scars. His digits trace along the incision before he takes you by surprise and leans in to kiss it. It’s an unexpectedly tender gesture that sends fresh warmth blossoming in your chest at the sight. Mary’s hand drops and he instead takes hold of your hips once more, gazing up at you with a wry smile. 

“You’ve had me since the moment you said ‘hello’. You could have come up to at any point since then, told me you wanted me and would never share, and I would have dropped everything for you.” They thrust up into you, slow and sensual and oh so gentle. “You’ve had me in a chokehold for three hundred and forty seven days. I would have done anything for you. I’d have killed for you if you asked.” 

They stretch you out so beautifully, dragging against your insides with every movement. Nails dig into your skin so hard that you know it’ll mark and bruise you, much to your approval. You wish they’d bite you already and mark you up properly, but you know the risks that come with that. The risk of them turning you accidentally or draining you of your blood while they’re worked up like this is too high. 

“You smell so good,” they murmur, voice thick with desire as they bury their face in your neck and breathe you in. “Can smell how bad you want me. I can always fucking smell it. Do you know how much restraint I have to exercise to make sure I don’t grab you and fuck you in the corridors with everyone watching? Instead, I have to wait until I’m back in my crypt and fuck my fist until I’m cumming dry. Do you even know how many times I have to cum for that to happen?” 

Their thrusting picks up pace, becoming increasingly desperate each time they’re fully sheathed within you and their tip practically punches against the spot inside you that curls your toes and arches your back. Razor sharp points poke against your throat and you can’t help but whimper and constrict his cock with your insides at the thought of him puncturing you and sucking you dry while he pounds into you, abusing your entrance as he loses himself in delirious pleasure. 

“Mary, please…” Heat coils in your abdomen as the band of pleasure within you grows tighter and tighter and Mary chuckles. Their thrusts are harder, more punishing, and you release a sob at how impossibly deeper he manages to get within you. 

“You gonna cum for me, pretty boy? Gonna cum all over my cock for me?” 

Their words pull a whine from you, yelping when they slap your thigh harshly. 

“Use your words.” 

“Yes! Yes, fuck, gonna cum so hard for you, Mare.” 

He purrs into your ear, a sharpened canine pricking against your lobe. “Good boy.” 

His words are what break you at last as you convulse around him, screaming his name with your head tilted back. He seals his lips over your throat and sucks your supple skin, keeping his teeth away from the flesh as his cock kicks and he spills inside you. You’re both rocking into each other, bodies over sensitive as pleasure ripples through the two of you. However, even after your climax ends you can still feel him achingly rock hard inside you. You gaze down at him when he pulls away, crimson irises just a slither with his pupils blown. 

“Who said we were done, pretty boy?”

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The room is a haze of heat and overstimulation, rivulets of sweat trickling down Aether’s collarbone and slick skin. Grey is tinted with lavender and violet, some of it the flush of his skin and some of it beautifully blossoming bruises from the bites that Copia has littered him with.

“No more,” he rasps as his Papa starts to move his hips again. He watches as his human lover slowly lifts himself up before crashing back down again, taking his cock all the way and stealing the breath from his lungs.

“You know your safe word if you want to stop, tesoro. Do you need to use it?” There’s a smirk on his face, but Copia’s concern is genuine.

The ghoul shakes his head and tilts it back when the other grinds down, trying to take him even deeper.

“Good boy.” Those two words make him twitch within Copia’s depths, encouraging him to continue. Aether whimpers at the tightening of his walls as he rides him. He watches in awe and desperation as his Papa moves at an achingly slow pace. The rise and fall of his hips just isn’t enough and the quintessence ghoul wants nothing more than to grab him and jack-hammer into him until they’re spent and sated and covered in cum, but he’s not got enough energy to withstand the punishment he’ll receive if he does.

“Wanna touch.” Aether’s whining elicits a chuckle from the man on top of him, making the ghoul pout.

“Go ahead, big boy. Make Papa feel good, si?”

The ghoul reaches down to where their hips are connected and brushes his thumb over Copia’s swollen t-dick. The way his partner chokes out a moan in response leaves Aether feeling winded. The nerves are oversensitive and the head is shiny with a mixture of their combined fluids. It’s such a pretty shade of red that the quintessence ghoul finds himself unable to obey any longer and flips them over. His cock slides free from the confines of Copia’s entrance and he groans at the sight of his seed trickling out of him.

Before Papa can admonish or chastise him, Aether’s head is buried between his legs and he laps at his soaked, oversensitive sex. The taste of himself mingling with Copia is too much to resist and he seals his mouth over him before sucking their spend onto his awaiting tongue. Obscene slurps seem to echo off the walls in harmony with his human’s whimpers. Hands press on the back of his head, pushing him in so close that Aether’s not sure where he ends and Copia begins, the latter’s hips rocking upwards. His tongue delves into the former Cardinal’s entrance and pulls every last drop of their combined fluids into his mouth. His eyes roll into the back of his head, unable to get enough of the taste of them both. It has him grinding into the mattress, his mind filled with the image of cumming inside Copia just to drink it back out before spilling inside him once more. It’s a cycle of images that has heat curling in the pit of his belly.

“Si, that’s it,” the other purrs in approval. “Such a good boy.”

Aether briefly pulls away and makes eye contact with the man beneath him before using his thumbs to open Copia up and spit some of their spend back into him. “Wish I could just fuck you forever and drink in every drop of me that I spill inside you, over and over again.”

Copia moans, shoving Aether’s head back down. “You’d better finish what you started first then, cuore mio. It would be a shame if you left even a drop inside me, don’t you think?”

The command is all the quintessence ghoul needs to resume his ministrations. He sucks and laps at every part of Copia that still has their seed coating it and when he can no longer taste the intoxicating cocktail of their combined bum he tongues at his lover’s cock. The tip flicks over the head and rolls around it in circular motions before he starts to apply suction. Fingers yank and tug at his hair and thighs clamp around his head as Papa begins to tremble. Aether can feel the end approaching, both for himself and his partner, and greedily slots two fingers inside the human writhing beneath him to thrust and curl in time with the way he sucks and licks Copia’s dick. The feel of silk sheets against his own cock as he fucks into the mattress intertwined with the squelch of his fingers and the throbbing of Papa’s head on his tongue almost sends him into a spiral as he teeters on the edge.

“Make me cum, big boy. I’m almost there. Gonna make me cum so fucking hard.”

The lust thick in Copia’s commanding voice has Aether seeing stars as he cums with a howl, the sound muffled as he continues to hungrily roll his tongue over the other’s dick. He feels his seed pumping out of him and splashing against his skin and knows that there will be a large damp patch when they finally stop for the night.

Aether’s fingers speed up, bullying the sensitive spot inside Copia that has his toes curling and his back arching off the bed. It feels like its over in an instant and an eternity away at the same time when his Papa screams his name and convulses with his climax. His thighs are so tight around the ghoul’s head that he worries (hopes) they’ll be locked like that forever. It’s only when the former Cardinal finally drops bonelessly back onto the bed that he knows that it’s over and lifts his head to take in the scene.

There’s a sheen of sweat covering Copia’s naked body, his sex shiny with saliva and evidence of his orgasm. His skin is flushed, chest hair sticking to him, and Aether can’t help but admire how beautiful his Papa is when he lets him take him apart like this. It makes him want to start over again, fill him up and eat it all as it leaks out of him, but he knows that neither of them will have the stamina or energy to go again tonight.

Exhausted, Aether crawls up the sheets until his face lines up with Copia’s and collapses onto the mattress. They’re both panting and sticky with sweat and spend, but neither of them care as they curl into one another and bask in one another’s glory.

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His throat constricts around the spongy appendage, gagging as the tip probes a little too far. The sting of unshed tears begins to fade as Copia’s cheeks dampen, faint lines of black left behind on his alabaster white painted cheeks in the wake of his pleasure. He remembers to breathe, in and out, slowly through his nose. The grip on his wrists and knees tightens, keeping him suspended in the air.

When he had approached his beloved water ghoul, curiosity and arousal clouding his thoughts, he hadn’t expected for Rain to agree to indulge him. He certainly hadn’t expected to be confronted with the monstrously gorgeous creature that is currently filling every orifice to the brim, midnight blue tentacles thrusting relentlessly in and out. Every so often, one of them throbs and swells and Copia can’t help but greedily squeeze his internal walls in delirious delight. He feels the thickest one nudge against his cervix and his eyes roll into the back of his skull, the band in his abdomen growing tighter and tighter the more full he feels.

The being that was once Rain – perhaps still is – chitters, tilting his head to the side at the way Copia’s muffled moans vibrate against the tentacle fucking his throat. The limb curls slightly, the bulge visible from the outside. Copia chokes around it and it immediately relaxes back into its original position. He sniffles, more tears falling as the tentacles moving within both his ass and cunt continue their in-tandem thrusting. The ridges rub so deliciously inside him, and when one bumps into his g-spot he practically howls around the spit-slicked appendage that he’s been sucking on for only Satan-knows how long. Clicks and chitters and chirps emanate from the ghoul. Sounds that the man doesn’t understand.

That is, until he feels something creeping up his thick thigh. The tendril, not as thick as the others but just as wet and slippery, gives his leg a squeeze before the tip caresses one of his folds, nudging at his already stretched and stuffed hole. A second tendril flicks against his engorged t-dick and his eyes widen, head shaking side to side. It’s all already so much. Too much. He’s not sure he could even fit anything else inside him if he tried. He whimpers around Rain, the sound almost inaudible, and his legs begin to kick as the insistent tip attempts to squeeze in alongside the girthy tentacle that’s already made its home within Copia’s clenching cunt.

All movement stops, Rain’s face coming in closer, shining black eyes meeting mossy green and seafoam white. For just a split second, the rest of the world fades away and all there is is overwhelming pleasure and Rain’s eyes. A questioning chirp, one that needs no translation, is released into the air between them. It’s an unspoken question, and Copia shakes his head once more. He’s never needed to use his safe word before, and he doesn’t need to use it now, even when his body protests at the thought of becoming even more full with tentacles and tendrils of slick, pulsating muscle.

Copia’s groan comes out more like a blissed out sob at the increased stretch of his insides as he becomes impossibly more full. The thrust of tentacles in every hole, moving as one in a symphony of sin, the pheromones wafting up his nostrils and leaving his mind hazy, the tantalising swirl against his swollen, red-raw cock, the tweaking of his nipples between Rain’s claws. It all builds and builds, and Copia hurtles ever closer towards his climax. It feels different to the rest of the times he’s toppled over the edge this evening. Despite being far too sensitive and overstuffed, he chases the feeling and helplessly bucks his hips in vain attempts to force the creature impossibly deeper. His g-spot is bullied mercilessly with every single one of the tentacles’ thrusts, ridges catching against his inner walls and dragging so fucking good against his nerves. The end of the little limb hungrily rubbing his t-dick curls around it and pumps, shallow strokes up and down as if milking him. Copia’s toes curl as he moans and whines and cries around the appendage that’s still thrusting in and out of his throat. The band inside him is pulled taut, impossibly so, until all of a sudden it snaps and he screams as he hears more than feels his spend gushing out like a tidal wave. His entire body jolts and twitches, cheeks sodden with tears at the relief at the explosion of pleasure ricocheting through him. The pheromones are prolonging his orgasm, wringing it out of him, he’s sure.

Boneless and tired, Copia thinks it’s all over. He hopes it’s all over. His body is lowered to the ground as each limb slowly, gently retracts from each orifice. Every withdrawal is tentative and merciful, chitters replaced with soft coos of comfort and praise the more Rain transforms back into a more humanoid form. Claws become fingernails, void-black irises make way for oceanic blue, and soft, plump lips lavish Copia with affectionate kisses upon his aching body.

“My ghoul.” Copia’s voice is raspy and accompanied with coughs that make him wince. Rain is quick to supply him with water, holding the bottle for him as cold water soothingly trickles into his mouth and down his throat. Every swallow hurts, but it’s a hurt that reminds him of what he can only describe as the glimpse into paradise he’s just experienced.

“Rest, Frater.”

Too exhausted to argue, he nods with a smile and relaxes as his little monster continues to take care of him and attend to his every need until he drifts off to sleep.