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Today had been bad. Really bad.

Working as the head administrator for the Ministry office always had its ups and downs, but never quite like this. Copia had come down with something awful, to the point where even his workaholic self had decided to use a sick day. Which was all well and good, the man was in desperate need of any kind of break he could get. But on the other hand, that left you to deal with the aftermath of rescheduling his already overbooked day of meetings and events.

After making numerous calls and being berated and griped at over the “inconvenience”, you were informed by a fellow Sister that Papa would need to be taking the entire rest of the week off to recover. You had calmly and politely verbalized your understanding, but internally you were screaming and crying already. And on top of everything else, the fax machine decided that now was the time to become uncooperative, spewing random papers onto your already cluttered desk and refusing to send any outgoing faxes without several verbal threats of physical violence.

After an entire shift of even more calls, rescheduling, and being called just about every derogatory name in the book, you found yourself trudging in the direction of the ghoul den. It served as a sort of safe haven for you away from work; the ghouls always knew how to help you unwind. But there was one in particular that you were seeking out today.

You found the door to Aether's room open, with him leaning casually on his bed. A guitar was in his lap as he strummed, humming softly. The atmosphere he created was already helping you feel less tense. After a moment he noticed you lurking in the doorway, a soft smile gracing his features and letting you see a peek of his fangs. He gestured for you to come to him, setting his guitar to the side. You immediately kicked off your shoes and practically melted into his lap the second you crawled towards him, resting your head against his thigh.

“Rough day?”

“The worst,” you grumbled, nuzzling your face into his jeans.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked, clawed fingers gently teasing your scalp and combing over your hair.

You shook your head into him. “No. But Papa is sick for the whole week, so I'm sure you can imagine.”

He nodded, making a noise of understanding. You were both silent for a time, content to just let him pet your head and listen to each other's breathing. But it wasn't long before you felt the tears begin to fall down your cheeks and you sniffled.

“Oh, love,” he murmured, holding you close.

“I was called so many awful things today.” You broke down, hiding your face against him and clinging to his leg. “It wasn't even my fault.”

“It wasn't,” he agreed. “Anyone I should take care of?” There was a slight hint of a growl to his voice and it made you shiver.

“Nothing you could get away with, sadly.” You smiled wryly at his sound of disappointment. “Too many were Cardinals from other branches anyway.”

“I still want names.”

“Later,” you sighed. Looking up at him you could see his brow furrowed, lost in thought. “I promise, I'll tell you later.” You knew you shouldn’t, but you couldn't help but find his murderous tendencies endearing.

You were both silent again for a moment before, “Can you help me take it all away for a bit? Just so I don't have to think about it anymore today?”

Aether's features instantly softened as he looked down at you fondly. The pads of his fingers found your temple, and you sighed as the quintessence immediately helped you relax. Long forgotten was the day and every grating voice and phone call. Even the room faded away. All that was left was you and the ghoul on the bed, and even that felt like a weightless cloud of air. He continued to pet your hair soothingly as he worked his magic, coaxing your body to melt against him.

After a moment you looked up at him and he snorted. You knew you probably looked like you were in a daze, your pupils blown wide. “Don't laugh at me,” you giggled, hiding your face against his leg again. You could feel the rumble of his chuckle throughout your entire body and you laughed again. Being with Aether was better than the high that any drug could give.

Eventually his hand began to explore more, caressing down your back and side, his claws softly scratching and sending shivers down your spine. When he found a particularly sensitive spot near your belly you couldn't help but let out a soft mewl. He paused, and you could practically sense his knowing smirk. There wasn't any way you could hide how you felt when he was inside your head like this.

“Need a little something extra?”

You nodded, albeit bashfully as you nuzzled against him again. You heard him tapping away at his phone before placing it down again and resuming his soft touches along your body. A few minutes later you heard the door softly close and padded footsteps making their way over to you.

“Oh, you poor thing.” You looked to the foot of the bed to see Cirrus softly tutting. Despite her calming demeanor, your eyes widened at the sight of the strap in her hand. She was dressed casually, clad in just a pair of boxer briefs and a loose tank top. “What happened?”

“Rough day,” Aether said on your behalf. “Did you know Copia was sick?”

Cirrus snorted. “It was bound to happen eventually with how much he overworks himself.” You felt the bed dip as she joined the two of you. Her hands started to roam your legs over your thigh high stockings, moving up and stroking her thumbs soothingly along your thighs. You sighed at her touch, allowing her to easily maneuver your body so you were on your back, head still in Aether's lap. “Not unlike someone else I could mention,” she remarked pointedly, looking down at you.

“C’mon, Cir, you know the place would probably burn to the ground if I took a day off,” you tried to laugh.

She narrowed her eyes. “I think we can take care of things ourselves for a bit if it means you're taking care of yourself.” You were about to huff out a response, but she hushed you with a finger to your lips. “Now, no more talk about work. We're here to help you forget, after all.”

“Yes, ma'am,” you nodded, trying to relax again. You looked up at Aether and felt another wave of quintessence flooding your mind as your eyes met. Cirrus busied herself with grabbing a pillow, easily lifting your hips to place it under you. She kneeled between your legs, bunching up your skirt to get a look at you. If you weren't so dazed from Aether's efforts, you would've flushed with embarrassment. Instead, your thighs parted easily for her.

“Such a good girl,” Cirrus cooed. That made you blush. She quickly found the hem of your panties, pulling them down easily with just a little shimmy of your hips. Once they were off, she only took a quick glance at them before smirking deviously at you. “Soaked already?” Her eyes flicked up to Aether. “How long since you started?”

“Maybe 10 minutes? Not long. She must really need it,” he purred.

Cirrus hummed in agreement, coming up to hover over you. “Like I said, let us take care of things for a bit.”

Then her lips met yours in a sinful kiss that nearly took your breath away. Your eyes fluttered shut with a moan; an unspoken affirmation to let her take things further. Her tongue slipped easily into your mouth, tangling with your own languidly. You loved how she tasted - practically light and airy, with something cool like mint.

Between the intoxicating kiss and the steady stream of quintessence to the brain, you didn't even realize Cirrus’s hands were moving down until you felt a finger slip between your folds. You whined into her mouth, your thighs beginning to tremble as she lightly circled and tapped your clit. When she finally pulled away you gasped for air, whimpering at the loss even though you needed to breathe. The two ghouls shared a knowing look that you missed, already too blissed out between them.

“Needy,” Cirrus chided, pressing down harshly and making you keen. Her fingers slipped further down, tracing around your opening a few times before pushing a single one inside. You gasped at the feeling, your body relaxing even further into her. She let out a stream of murmured “good girl”s and “so good for me”s as she worked you with her fingers, eventually pushing in a second one.

It wasn't long before you were panting, hips gently rocking to meet her fingers. You felt Aether shift beneath you, a hand coming up to your chest. He slowly started undoing your blouse, the tension building with each pop of a button. He took his time, but eventually he had them all undone, revealing your lacy bra to him. There was another low rumble in his chest as he took in the sight of you, immediately tweaking a pert nipple over the fabric.

You moaned as they both worked you from either end. With half lidded eyes you watched Aether's hand slip under the cup of your bra. Suddenly your back arched with a small cry as he pinched and rolled your nipple between callused fingers, immediately soothing it afterwards as he cupped your breast. Meanwhile Cirrus played you like a fiddle… or maybe a keyboard was more accurate. She fucked you in a steady rhythm on her fingers, her other hand circling your clit.

It was ecstasy being in the middle of the two ghouls, the constant quintessence rushing you towards the edge faster than usual. All it took were some words of encouragement and a particular curl of Cirrus's fingers for you to topple over with a choked gasp. Your toes curled and your hips bucked, but she easily held you back down, continuing to pump her fingers and help you ride out the orgasm.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you heard Aether chuckle above you, squeezing your breast as you came down from the high. “So quick. Probably a bit pent up, huh?” There was a moment of clarity after coming that made your cheeks burn. You didn’t want to admit that you’d been too busy to really… take care of yourself.

“She’s probably been too busy to do it herself,” Cirrus immediately echoes your thoughts as she removes her fingers, making you groan in shame and at the loss of fullness. You tried to hide your face again in Aether’s thigh, but he was already lifting your torso up, unclasping your bra at the back with ease and sliding the straps off your arms. You were now only left in your stockings and bunched up skirt, but even so, you felt bare to their hungry gaze.

“Ready for the main course?” You looked down to Cirrus, who was now holding up the strap she came in with. Even just looking at it, you felt heat building between your thighs at just the mere thought of being fucked with it. It was of average size, but the head was large and curved; perfectly shaped for hitting your g-spot just right. You nodded eagerly, shifting so your legs were wide open again for her. She barked out a laugh, wasting no time in crawling off the bed so she could put the harness on. Aether continued to play with your now exposed nipples while you waited, keeping you primed and ready with a steady trickle of quintessence. You sighed and arched into his touch, and it wasn’t long before the bed dipped again with Cirrus’s weight. Her fingers suddenly traced along your slit again, making you whine and writhe slightly in Aether’s hold as she gathered your slick on her fingers, using it as lube to coat her silicone cock.

Hesitantly, you looked down to her and were met with her ravenous eyes. You let out an unintentional whimper, but couldn’t look away. “I’m going to fill you up so nicely, pretty girl. Make you forget all about this day.” You shivered at her words, knowing you picked the right ghouls for this. She then gently, oh so gently, rubbed the head along your folds, wetting the tip so it would slide in easily. She tapped it against your clit for a moment, making your legs twitch in anticipation. But you knew better than to beg just yet. She would only delay your gratification if you did.

It only took a little more teasing in preparation before she tilted her hips lower, easing the large head of it inside of you. The stretch made you gasp, your back arching against Aether at the feeling. Cirrus brought her thumb up to your clit, circling it gently to help coax you to relax. It helped a little, but she could tell you were still having trouble letting her in.

“Give her another hit, Aeth. She’s still got a little resistance left in her.”

You couldn’t even protest before another wave hit you, making your body feel like jelly as you became pliant to their whims. Cirrus only had to push a little more and the head popped inside of you smoothly, already running along your most sensitive spot before pushing all the way in.

As you let out a shaky moan, Cirrus gave a surprised gasp. “Fuck, Aeth, did you-” her words faltered as she shuddered.

There was no hiding the smirk in the ghoul’s voice. “Do what?” He hummed, pinching your nipple again. He chuckled as choked sounds came from both of you simultaneously.

“You know exactly what I- shit, she's tight-” Cirrus panted, her eyes returning to yours. “Can I move? Please tell me I can move-” You nodded vigorously, giving her all the permission she needed. She immediately pulled out until just the tip was still inside, before thrusting firmly back in, leaving both of you quivering.

Her hands scrambled for your plush hips, gripping onto them tightly so she could start a rhythm. Her timing was slower, more languid, but no less forceful, each thrust knocking little bursts of air from your lungs. It wasn't long before you wrapped your legs around her waist, keeping her close as she fucked you.

After a while you felt yourself sinking back into Aether’s lap, the top of your head pressing comfortably into the softness of his tummy. You looked up, and despite the haze of purple in your eyes, you still didn't miss the look of absolute hunger in his; as if you were prey that had landed so nicely in his lap. An involuntary whimper escaped your throat, and the following rumble of his low growl shook you. A large hand caressed your face, and as you opened your mouth to speak you were surprised when he slipped his thumb inside. "That's a good girl," he rumbled, his gaze never leaving your mouth as you instinctively wrapped your lips around the digit and sucked. "I may need a turn with her when you're done," he directed at Cirrus, although his eyes didn't leave your face.

"Don't blame you," she grunted as his implication made your walls flutter. "She feels so fucking good." You weren't sure if you were imagining it or not, but you swore you felt his cock twitch in his jeans.

Ironically, it felt like heaven between the two hell beasts. Cirrus had your hips angled just right to make your vision blur with every thrust. And Aether's fingers felt like they were everywhere - your mouth, your neck, your nipples - every touch had you sinking further and further into submission. It had become a challenge to keep your eyes open, the heavy use of quintessence making your lids flutter.

A sudden sharp pinch had your back arching off the bed. Your responding cry was muffled around Aether's thumb as it was still placed firmly in your mouth. Glancing down, you saw his clawed fingers soothing over your pained nipple.

"Eyes on us, love," he warned, drawing your attention back up to him for a moment before trailing back down to Cirrus. She was fixated solely on you and the way her silicone cock disappeared inside your sweet cunt. The increasing intensity had you whining around the digit in your mouth, knowing that you were getting close to nearing the edge.

Cirrus could feel it and she picked up her pace, slamming back into you at a rate that had your eyes beginning to roll. She had always been a master of the strap, but when quintessence was involved it was like she knew exactly how to make stars dance across your vision. And she probably did, based on how her pleasured noises matched your own.

"That's it, baby, I can feel how ready you are," she rasped, probably needing it just as much as you did. You nodded, vision cloudy. "Now, I want you to come with m- Aether let her speak, dammit-" she huffed, her eyes narrowing until Aether sheepishly removed his thumb. "You're gonna come with me, okay?"

"Y-Yes ma'am," you whimpered at the loss of your oral fixation. But you knew she wanted to hear your unreserved cries when you finally tipped over that edge. And that could be any moment now.

Her eyes burned into yours. Despite her inability to control quintessence, you swore you felt a connection between the two of you, or at least an attempt at one. Cirrus was focused solely on you and your encroaching climax, as if silently coaxing you closer and closer. That hungry predatory look was what finally did you in. You came, tears slipping from your eyes as your back arched with a cry. Over the sound of your own release, you barely registered her gasp, but you could feel it in the way her hips shuddered a final time against you as she came. Both of your bodies trembled together, Aether’s influence creating an ebb and flow of pleasure between them which prolonged the shared waves of pleasure.

Once the sensation finally eased enough, Cirrus’s slender frame collapsed on top of you. The two of you lay there, panting and shivering against each other. Your eyes were open but unseeing as they stared ahead. You still felt weightless, as if on a cloud, but now it permeated your entire being as your limbs lay limp and jello-like. And you certainly weren’t sure how long it took before the ghouls began to stir again.

“You alright with another round, love?” You heard Aether’s deep rumbling inquiry. It took every ounce of your concentration to try and focus back on him, but once you did there was no denying that handsomely expectant and flushed face of his. There was also no denying his need for you that was still straining against his jeans.

You swallowed thickly and nodded before remembering your words. “Y-Yes… please…” It was barely above a whisper, but the look in your eyes held more conviction than your voice currently could. It was more than enough of an answer for the quint and you suddenly felt yourself being moved and lifted. Cirrus groaned as she was deposited from her human pillow, now laying on her back towards the foot of the bed. You were quickly flipped and positioned so you were face down in the ghoulette’s lap, only mere inches from the weapon of sexual destruction she had just been using on you moments ago. You clung to her thighs for support as Aether continued maneuvering you until you could support yourself on wobbly knees.

Ass in the air, you would feel completely open and vulnerable if the quintessence wasn’t still heavy on your mind. Instead all you felt was arousal. The cool air made you realize just how wet you really were, a pleasant shiver travelling up your spine. Aether was highly aware of it too, a breathy “Beautiful…” escaping his lips as you felt his thumbs spread you open. His hot tongue was on you then and you had to stifle a long moan into Cirrus’s thighs. He took his time, working his tongue slow and deep into your already overstimulated cunt. You felt your toes curl and your hands fisted into the sheets as he finally got his turn.

By now, Cirrus was half sitting, propped up on her elbows so she could watch the show. Claw-like nails ran over your scalp which helped soothe you some. “You’re doing so well,” she cooed, “It takes a lot to keep up with our sexual appetites.” You could only moan against her, but it was confirmation enough that you heard her praise and she replied in kind with more scritches.

Aether’s long tongue wriggled and pulsed inside you, his low moans and growls reverberating through your core and in turn your entirety. You shut your eyes, feeling helpless in his hold, only able to cling to Cirrus for any semblance of support and grounding. But she was far from a savior from the overwhelming torment of Aether’s ministrations, merely cooing about how good you looked on your knees for them.

Then you felt something pressing against your mouth. Your eyes fluttered open in surprise to see her nudging the silicone cock towards your face. A quick glance up at her lustful expression confirmed what she wanted, and you didn’t waste any time in sticking your tongue out, licking a wet stripe up the shaft and tasting yourself. There must have still been some residual quintessence in the toy, because Cirrus’s fingers wrapped themselves tightly in your hair as she let out a breathy sigh. The room became filled with the sounds of languid sucking, licking, and moans, the three of you all pleasuring each other in some way.

It took what felt like forever before Aether had his fill of you, but you still whined at the loss once he finally removed his tongue. You tried to sneak a glance at him over your shoulder but Cirrus's grip on you held fast. Instead, you could only listen and tremble in anticipation to the clinking of his belt being undone, followed by the zip of his fly. Cirrus whistled at what you assumed to be the sight of his erection. Her nails massaged your scalp in a way that said “you're about to be ruined, girlie”.

Your thighs were already shaking by the time he slid against you, lubing himself up with your arousal. You moaned against the silicone in your mouth which made Cirrus's breath hitch. Aether gave a few experimental thrusts between your thighs, and you squeezed so tightly around nothing when his cock piercing rubbed just right against your aching clit. You wanted to beg, plead even, for him to just fill you up already. But even if your mouth wasn't currently full, you knew it would just prolong the wait for gratification.

Now, you knew Aether was big. And you had taken him plenty of times before. But what never changed was the feeling of being split in two by him. And it was no different this time. Cirrus allowed you a moment to breathe as he entered you slowly. With a gasp you clung to her, nails digging into the meat of her thighs which would undoubtedly leave marks. He must’ve been having a hard time too because suddenly it was like a switch had been flicked in your brain and you felt yourself relaxing against her. With a relieved sigh, Aether pressed himself forward to the hilt, sheathing himself in your fluttering warmth. The sudden stretch might leave you sore later, but in the moment it was bliss. Quintessence was a hell of a drug. You always wished you could bottle it up and huff it on your breaks.

“Still with me, sweetheart?” His words snapped you out of your thoughts. You mumbled an attempt at an affirmation, giving him a thumbs up for good measure. There was an answering chuckle that rumbled up from behind you. “Good. I’m going to move now, alright?” You nodded against Cirrus, then remembered you had work to do. Once Aether had pulled out about halfway, you took Cirrus’s strap into your mouth again. Everyone moaned in tandem as you were filled from both ends. Your eyes fluttered closed again and you had to concentrate on not just coming right then and there.

Aether started a steady pace which you tried to match with Cirrus. It helped that he had a firm hold on your hips, moving your entire body along with his thrusts. The ghoulette still had a solid hold on your hair, using it to her advantage as she coaxed you to take her deeper. You weren’t sure if it was because of the quintessence or just the pure lust coursing through your body, but you had an easy time taking Cirrus down your throat. So easy in fact, you didn’t even realize you had taken all of her until your nose bumped into the smooth plane of her stomach. She sighed above you, loosening her grip slightly before bucking her hips off of the bed in little pulses.

Being used by both ghouls was a hard sensation to describe, and your mind was already too far gone to even try. Like floating and melting, or soaring and drowning simultaneously. But you knew they would keep you afloat, safe in their arms. There wasn’t room in your brain to focus on much of anything aside from how good everything felt and how that coil of heat in your abdomen was winding tighter and hotter as they progressed.

A jolt of pleasure suddenly hit you like a truck as Aether made a particularly rough thrust, and you swore you saw stars. You moaned around Cirrus, causing another chain reaction between everyone. “Right there?” Aether gasped, angling his hips to hit it again. You whined through your nose as he did, the sensation of tears beginning to prick your eyes. He adjusted you easily, ensuring he wouldn’t miss that spot again as he picked up the pace. As you crept closer and closer to the edge again, it was profoundly more difficult to concentrate on using your mouth. Cirrus didn’t seem to mind though as she just put more effort into fucking your throat. All you could do at this point was hold on for the ride and let them use you as they pleased. The connection of quintessence between the three of you only spurred on the collective pleasure as you neared climax.

The sound and smell of sex in the room was absolutely sinful. It was maybe even enough to make Papa blush, you thought briefly before another well aimed thrust from Aether matched perfectly with Cirrus and your brain went fuzzy again. It only took a few more seconds of their synchronized onslaught to hurdle you over the edge. You came hard with a sharp cry, the tight coil inside your gut snapping suddenly and roughly, making your body convulse between them. Cirrus pulled herself free from your mouth just in time to hear your pleasured cries. The way you felt and sounded had Aether coming a few moments later with a growl, his hips shuddering a couple more times before spilling into you. He held onto you so tightly, so closely, and you felt so warm and full that all you could do was collapse onto the ghoulette below you.

Aether’s room was filled with chuckles and soft panting as everyone settled down against each other. You winced as Aether pulled away and you immediately felt his release dripping down your thigh, but you were too tired and limp to care about the mess. The room moved as he maneuvered your body again to rest against him. A hand came up to your sweaty forehead and gently brushed away the hair stuck there. You were cradled in the larger ghoul’s arms while Cirrus purred compliments and praises. It took some time before a comfortable silence settled over the three of you, but once it had you couldn’t help but smirk to yourself.

“Can you believe I was called a ‘vacuous swine of a secretary’ today?”

“What?!” Cirrus’s voice became uncharacteristically shrill with her indignation. “Who the fuck said that?”

You shrugged. “Some Cardinal in Montreal. And I thought Canadians were supposed to be nice!” You giggled at the absurdity of it all.

“I want his name,” Cirrus said calmly, albeit it was a little too calm; there was an underlying edge of violent promise hidden in her words.

“It’s no use, Cir, she wouldn’t tell me either,” Aether chuckled.

“You doubt my powers of persuasion?” She cocked an eyebrow at him. “We’re only just getting started anyway-” Her gaze focused back on you and you felt your stomach do a flip at the determination in her eyes.

“Hold on, let’s not be too hasty,” you tried to say, but she was already on top of you.

“No backing out now,” Aether teased, grabbing your wrists and holding you to him.

“Three names for every orgasm,” Cirrus’s tail swished excitedly behind her.

“Two.”

“Deal.”