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Honestly? This kinda fucking sucked.

Okay, yeah, sure. Maybe — maybe — for most species, the whole “syncing up your cycles” was some stupid testosterone-induced myth based on… well, fucking nonsense. But, unfortunately for Ghouls… well, God was certainly looking to honestly and properly ruin the motivation and desires of these embodiments of sin when Ghoul anatomy brought about two separate fucking cycles. No, not just a heat; not just a rut. Fucking. Both. 

Luckily, Lucifer or Sathanas, or whoever, must’ve been looking out for ghoulkind because there was a wonderfully not-so-hidden backdoor to this terribly holy rule. The back door goes as follows: should a ghoul spend a great quantity of quality time with a fellow loved one(s), be it human or ghoul, their cycles shall all sync up to provide the ghoul(s) a bit of stress-relief through this unfortunately holy period in their lives (naturally, the burden of said ghoul’s synced cycle would be more lessened if the previously mentioned time was spent with a member of its own race; but humans do provide a fairly good amount of relief as well). And, with ghouls as a species being a bit more on the social side of the spectrum, this backdoor was easily acquired, and greatly appreciated. 

But, of course, sometimes, when you backdoor a bit too much , you find yourself back onto the original path you were trying to avoid in the first place.

And so, back to Dewdrop’s original statement. Honestly? This fucking sucks!!! 

It was a pretty commonly known fact that no matter the situation; Dewdrop always put 110% of his energy into whatever the fuck he was doing at that time. It had only been maybe a couple weeks after everyone’s synced up cycles had started to really take effect, and Dewdrop took completely satisfying every single one of his partners to goddamn heart. Sure, he loved to be a little shit about it most of the time; making his loved ones work for the greatest orgasm of their unholy life. But, heaven, if being peppered with appreciative nips and kisses afterwards, wrapped up in dull claws and trapping tails wasn’t worth it all? Dewdrop didn’t know what would be. Even the practices and occasional Abbey duties were tackled with relative enthusiasm. Okay, yeah, sure . It probably — definitely — wasn’t the same enthusiasm he took to riding the shit out of Mountain, or devouring Cirrus like his life fucking depended on it. But, compared to Swiss waddling blindly to and fro in a sex-blissed daze? Yeah, Dewdrop vehemently tackled those arduous tasks with a decent amount of motivation and enthusiasm. 

 The working theory — and don’t crucify Dewdrop for this, he never really paid attention to his body’s needs unless those needs were EAT, PLAY, or FUCK — was that all of this energy just constantly being used and bouncing around back and forth somehow fucking unsynced his cycle from his partners’. He could’ve noticed it earlier on; should’ve felt the gears in his little head click when his impossibly high sex-drive suddenly peetered off while he was blowing Rain, at the time, just barely halfway through a typically two week long cycle. Maybe — with all of this energy just constantly being used all the time — maybe Dewdrop’s body somehow felt the need to conserve the rest of his cycle? Let it fester while his body continues to convince itself that he is not in danger. Just… a maniac with too much energy.

 Regardless of the cause for the sudden unwelcomed warmth in his core, and that sleepy feeling seeping through his joints, it was still quite a bit of an issue. All of his partners' cycles have been satisfied and fulfilled, and the drive and desire of a ghoul during such a time was hard to compete with if the other party wasn’t also fueled by impossibly infinite feelings of lust and general horniness. Sure, Dewdrop was a bit of a dick under normal circumstances. But this was so far from normal that it was like a home run where the stupid fucking ball just shot into space, and the lucky player who got that astronomically impossible home run was fucking Terzo. 

(No offense… but, c’mon . Man has the infinite stamina for infinite fucking, but anything else that didn’t involve his tongue or his dick? Forget it.)

Surprisingly, the small bundle of chaos and arson was actually thinking of the feelings of others for once, and the last thing Dewdrop wanted was to become a bother (at least, not the endearingly stupid chaotic gremlin of a bother that he usually was. Like, the unfun kind of bother. Ew). It didn’t help that he was definitely one of the wilder ghouls in bed on an anatomically normal day, but add in a seemingly never ending fuel of constant thoughts of desire and lust? It would take an equal amount of dangerous, horny thoughts to even think about taming him. So, he kept to himself. 

 And it fucking hurt to do something like that with no embarrassing explaination to loved ones he’s been through heaven and high water with. Every brain cell of Dewdrop’s was working goddamn overtime, constantly filling his head up with images that varied from domestic to downright feral. Thoughts of simply cuddling on the couch with Aether and casually making a late lunch with Copia turned into thoughts of cockwarming Aether on the couch and being spread out on the nearest surface and eaten like a meal by Copia.

It was hard to be in the general vicinity of anyone. And for a ghoul like Dewdrop who would practically glow under the stray gaze of anyone who would give him the time of day, it was hard to simply walk past their shared den and crash into his more solitary assigned room. 

It was like literal heaven. The worst fucking goddamn nightmare possible. 

So, even today, after a bit of a “band meeting” of sorts with the one and only Papa “ Daddy” Emeritus IV, Dewdrop watched as his partners all shuffled into the common room in the ghoul’s wing of the Abbey. A collection of mandatory chrome filtered masks and stuffy mandatory shirts and slacks sat towards the side of the couch, very clearly thrown off in a haste to change into more comfortable garments and just relax for the rest of the day.

Everyone was chattering about this and that, excitedly flopping down onto the singular small couch towards the center of the room; everyone wanting to be ever close to everyone else it seemed. 

So, Dewdrop peered on as Aether bundled up a laughing Cirrus into his strong arms, her legs giving soft kicks into the air as she let out a bit of a yelp when the other Ghoul suddenly flipped back into the couch; laughing the entire way down. He watched as Rain quickly followed to squirm his way into Aether’s and Cirrus’ sides, Cirrus’ fingers combing through his hair and cupping his face. He watched as Mountain plopped down on the opposite side of the couch, long limbs seeking out his canoodling partners to draw them all ever close against his lean chest with a rumbling purr. He watched as Cumulus and Sunshine peppered everyone with kisses and pats to the neck and face, claiming both of their plans for sleeping the morning away curled into each other. They both bounded up to him, delicately reaching towards his face with perfectly manicured claws and soft skin. Normally Dewdrop would growl out something very mean about being treated so lightly, but he knows he’s been awfully skittish lately. So, they both quickly kiss his cheeks, idly playing with the collar of his shirt, before leaning back and whispering their goodbyes and affections before retiring for the morning, their tails brushing over his ankles as they depart. He can still hear their giggling from down the hall.

Dewdrop continues to watch the heartwarming scene before him; his partners curling up into each other to form a conglomeration of reaching limbs and twisting tails, practically sinking into the soft and well-worn material of their shared couch. 

 He should stop; shouldn’t get too involved with the scene in front of him. He’ll get to join them as soon as this wretched cycle is finished torturing him, the constant warmth and buzzing just below his flesh an ever-present reminder of his… situation. Ugh, best not to indulge it; not even a tiny bit, lest it grows into an even worse plague. 

Dewdrop practically jumped out of his skin at the feeling of large hands groping his thighs from behind, another tail wrapping itself around his leg. 

 “Leaving so soon, little Dewdrop?” Swiss — sly motherfucker — croned out from behind him, that stupidly large chest of his pressed flush against Dewdrop’s back. 

Dewdrop was about to push the offending ghoul off of him, growl curses and warnings so close to his face that his own twisted fangs would brush against the other’s stubbled jawline, slap his tail against the other’s before stomping away. Honestly, he was about to. 

But, feeling stupidly sharp claws knead into the stupid meat of his thighs, his stupid tail making fucking flesh-to-flesh contact with his stupid ankle, and the stupid sharp jut of his chin dipping pleasantly into the top of his stupid fucking head. Having Swiss suddenly so close was like finding the missing piece of a puzzle, or becoming so close to scratching an incessantly persistent scratch; a forest fire underneath his skin. It was dangerous. 

 “Hey, you’re burning up. What’s wrong? Angel got your tong—“ 

Fuck.

Swiss had purposefully dragged his chin down through Dewdrop’s tangled locks, keeping that point of contact for as long as possible. His nose nuzzling in that sensitive spot behind Dewdrop’s ear for just a millisecond before inevitably pausing at the sickeningly sweet burning scent that floods his nose. He could smell him. In that moment, he may had carried the spiced scent of cinnamon and nutmeg; of a campfire fueled by the making of s’mores, but his mind felt like a house on fire.

Shit, fuck.

Dewdrop whined beneath the much larger body, taking advantage of the momentary shock to push Swiss off of him and shove him against the doorframe before sprinting off as fast as stupid legs could carry him; his fight or flight reaction suddenly triggering in the worst way possible. There was a loud bang! from where Swiss’ large horns had knocked against the battered material of the wall, and all too soon there was the loud pattering of a stampede of footsteps behind him; following. 

Well, that was certainly anxiety inducing. Dewdrop very suddenly felt like prey that had willingly walked into a den of sleeping lions, but the lions just woke up; ravenous . 

Luckily, Dewdrop could easily recognize the slightly seared front of the door that led to the safety of his own private room. Unluckily, the slamming of footsteps was growing louder; a deafening roar to Dewdrop’s paranoid ears. 

Practically sliding across the old wooden floors in his haste to stop but not stop , Dewdrop flung himself at the doorknob. He managed to focus enough on the task at hand to  jiggle the blasted thing open, even through the blood rushing in his ears. Dewdrop’s heart soared when he heard that soft click of the door finally opening, shoving himself through and getting ready to slam his door as quickly as possible, lock it, and then fucking barricade it. 

He was so close — heaven, he was so fucking close to being safe — but just as he was about to throw himself past the open door, lithe arms wrapped around the entirety of his torso, picking him up and off the floor, and inviting themselves into Dewdrop’s own room. All within seconds. Dewdrop barely had time to huff out a curse or snarl a warning before he was wrapping up in impossibly long arms and captured in his own room. He struggled, of course, as whoever had captured him waltzed into his room and plopped down on the ghoul’s unmade bed sheets with a low grunt, the new position allowed them to grip Dewdrop tighter and bury their nose into the smaller ghoul’s neck. 

“ Fuck.” Was the low grumble behind him, that sharply cut nose still nuzzling into Dewdrop’s clammy flesh. 

It did make sense that Mountain of all ghouls was the bastard to actually catch him and thwart his plans of running away into his room and never show his face again until this stupid fucking cycle went the fuck away. 

His legs have always been so stupidly long. 

Soon enough, the rest of the pack filed into his room, Rain dutifully closing the door behind them, and fucking locking it. And, soon enough, he was met with the confused and concerned stares of all his lovers, all at once.

“Fucking what ?!” Dewdrop snarled, thrashing more in Mountain’s strong grip, his eyes practically burning a hole through the old floor in his insistence to not make eye contact. Smoke billowed out from his overwhelmed lungs — Papa IV merciful enough to allow the ghouls the choice of their glamour or of their true forms when in the privacy of their dens, most choosing the freedoms of the unholy vessels they were originally created with; their more… vastly inhuman traits coming to light — and Dewdrop almost filled with pride when he heard Mountain sputter from behind his back.

“Explain.” Dewdrop huffed at the words — whoever might have spoken them— suddenly feeling very much trapped between a rock and a sturdy ghoul as his eyes desperately tried to find a space in his own room that was already occupied. 

“What’s there to explain?” He could feel Mountain’s grip on him tighten, bringing the much smaller ghoul impossibly closer. 

“Everything.” 

Wow, they really weren’t gonna give him much leeway here, huh? 

“Worry doesn’t look good on hell spawn.” And it was concerning how no one bit the bait, just ominously standing before Dewdrop in some weird sort of half circle. Like some fucked up backwards ritual or something. Like he was worthy of being worshipped or some shit. Normally, yes. Absolutely he should be revered the fuck out of! But, right now? He deserved to be shunned like a false prophet; certainly not in his best light.

Mountain rumbled something deep behind him, his nose once again nuzzling into that damned spot right behind his flushed ear. A warning. Well, maybe a promise. 

“I dunno.” Dewdrop surrendered, suddenly feeling impossibly small as the will to struggle and fight back simply evaporated off of him. “I think I only got through my last heat… ‘bout halfway? I just kinda thought it ended early or something… not that it was storing itself in my body to fucking bite me in my ass later.”

 There was a silence, the only sound being tails scratching the old floors beneath them and the sound of Mountain’s heavy breathing. They didn’t believe him. Maybe it was the rush of unnatural emotions running through him, or the adrenaline suddenly dropping from the previous chase, but Dewdrop could feel tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. Fucking heaven, this was mortifying. 

“Listen,” and he tried not to dwell too long on how broken his voice sounded, “I don’t need your help— no, I don’t even fucking want it. So, feel free to waltz right on out of here, and get tangled up in each other, or go and start fawning over Papa, or whatever . I really don’t fucking care. Just, do whatever as long as it gets you all out, and stop fucking looking at me like that.” Dewdrop managed to gasp out, somehow having the willpower to force his tears not to fall. His body was slowly thrashing this way and that; trying to find the best location to stare another hole through with all these sudden feelings of frenzied embarrassment. There was nothing more frustrating than needing nothing more than to be loving thrown off the pinnacle and into the pits of release, but your most trusted and beloved partners won’t do it because they don’t believe you or some shit. 

 From behind him, Mountain growled as his arms constricted impossibly tighter around Dewdrop’s torso and arms. 

“We aren’t going to leave you like this, idiot.” Someone says — Aether? — with a low growl to his own voice. Fuck, what was all the growling? What he’d say to piss them off?

“If you were going through another cycle, you could’a just hopped into the den naked. We would’ve gotten the hint.” Swiss purred, his stupid pervy mind probably already imagining the scenario. 

“Are you kidding me?” Dewdrop almost yelled, his tail swishing with agitation behind him as his brain continues to try and keep up with all of these mood swings. “Last time we all suffered through our shared cycle: I fucked myself on Mountain so hard, I nearly made him bleed, and I nearly fucking tore out Rain’s throat! And — now, listen closely, you assholes — that was when we were all going through it at the same time —“

“Mhmm, I remember.” There was suddenly a low moan that echoed through Dewdrop’s small room, his eyes snapping up to find Rain clutching the side of his neck. His back practically vibrated when Mountain also let out a loud purr that was basically a whole octave lower than his usual grunts; a very pleased sound. Oh. Okay . 

“M-my point is,” Dewdrop exhaled, the sudden indulgent sounds around him going straight to his dick, “I don’t wanna get expelled to Hell just because Imperator found out I fucking massacred all of you shits in some horny rampage; ‘cause no one else was going through the matching shitty mindset of aggressively fucking anything and everything all the damn time .” 

There was a shared moment of silence between the ghouls standing before him and his own captor behind him, and Dewdrop thought he had won the battle for a second. Of course, until Mountain leaned forward — forcing Dewdrop to bend slightly with him — and nibbled at his ear.

“You are never too much for us.” And, fuck, count on the earth ghoul to split through all of Dewdrop’s incessant rambling like an earthquake; cutting right to the point. 

 And he whimpered at the words — fucking whimpered — as he forced his brain to focus on the horny feeling of Mountain’s fangs against his earlobe, and not the overwhelming feeling of being seen and wanted in return. Dewdrop gently twisted in the taller ghoul’s grip, turning half towards him in an effort to hide the tears that had resurfaced with a vengeance. 

It was like a switch had been flipped, as Aether, Swiss, and even Rain eagerly clambered onto the unmade bed to surround the two ghouls already perched on it. Dewdrop could see the look that all three ghouls were giving him from over Moutain’s shoulder; furrowed brows yet flushed cheeks. This sort of attention was too much, and it caused the smaller ghoul to muzzle his way into Mountain’s collarbones; still trying to hide as he sniffled. Dewdrop could handle the anger and the disappointment — heaven, he felt those sorts of emotions on varying levels almost daily — but the empathy and the love? 

Fuck no. It was too much. 

“Oh, my poor baby boy.” It took a moment for Dewdrop to realize that Cirrus was still here; has been the entire time, just quietly observing behind everyone else.

 He could hear the sound of her socked feet delicately getting closer, and the sound of her tail cutting through the air itself as she walked closer, and closer. Cirrus propped her knee up on the bed, just outside of Mountan’s thigh, and she gripped a perfectly manicured finger on the earth ghoul’s shoulder; pushing him backwards ever so slightly. Mountain obeyed the silent command, one arm slithering away from its hold on Dewdrop’s torso, and instead helping to prop up the combined weight of all three ghouls with no problem. 

Cirrus moved her other knee to mirror the previous; her thighs now straddling over Mountain’s legs and hovering over Dewdrop. She cooed at him; not with a condescending air, as she has done before, but with a genuine sound of concern and sympathy. Her perfect fingers gently grabbed at Dewdrop’s jaw, effortlessly turning his face towards her despite the small whine that fell past his lips. She tilted him up, a silent order to make eye contact with the air ghoulette; bare everything to her. Cirrus leaned down, kissed at his forehead and lapped at the bottoms of his eyes where a few tears had already fallen. She hummed against his skin, leaning away with a lick to his nose. 

“But, allow me to get things straight here.” The grip on his jaw tightened slightly; not enough to be uncomfortable by any means, but enough to know that Dewdrop was still very much in trouble. “Somehow, your body has felt the need to preserve a necessary biological cycle, hence the reason why you have seemingly fallen out of sync with the rest of us, and are now dealing with the after effects of this ‘ stored cycle’.” Dewdrop whimpered as she spoke, finding enough leeway in Cirrus’ grasp to tilt his head away from her eyes. “Oh, Dew, there’s no shame in that. Sometimes our bodies do things that we don’t understand or react in ways that sometimes backfire without meaning to. That’s just life, baby, you don’t need to worry about that; none of us are upset at that .” Cirrus leaned down again to press a kiss against his clammy hairline, before her grip once again brought Dewdrop’s head up to reestablish the eye contact. 

“But ,” ah, oh no. “throughout this cycle suddenly springing itself on you, not once have you asked for any help, from anyone, even though we are always more than happy to help you. And yet, you have not. Why?” Dewdrop knew this was a rhetorical question, but he was so far gone that all he could really do was whine pathetically underneath Cirrus’ glare. “Ah, right. Because you were worried that you would become too much of a bother to us, simply because we have fallen out of sync. You’ve kept yourself away from us, and hidden in the dark because of a silly worry that is not true in the slightest. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, baby, but it’s five of us against you.” Cirrus purrs out her words with a heavy hint of seductiveness, her claws dragging against the soft skin of Dewdrop’s cheeks; reveling in his hitched breath. 

Dewdrop makes another noise — something caught between a sniffle and a whine — as he peers up at Cirrus with fluttering lashes. “‘M sorry.” He slurs.

“Oh, baby boy, I know you are.” She coos at him again. “And, you did open up about it, instead of continuing to push us away, and that only took maybe a couple of threats, didn’t it? Hmm, oh, I don’t know darling, do you think you deserve a punishment or a reward?” Dewdrop huffed quietly, the answer should be obvious, especially to Cirrus.

“Punishment.” He said quietly. 

Cirrus hummed, looking as though she was thinking especially hard on the matter. “I don’t know, baby. Honestly, I think you deserve a reward.”

What? Was… was this a joke? No, no, not with Cirrus. She would never. Swiss, maybe. But Cirrus? No. But the confusion and the doubt must’ve shown clearly on his face because the air ghoulette above him simply laughed, cupping his cheek and swiping her claw over it. 

“Mountain, what do you think?”

“Mhm… reward.” Was the gruff response, the much taller ghoul easily falling into their game. Dewdrop barely had time to turn around and interrogate the earth's sin until the others behind them eagerly chirping in agreement. 

“W-wait, no, no. That’s not… that’s not right.” Dewdrop shook his head, his claws digging into his own thighs. 

“Dew, baby boy, if you really think you deserve a punishment, we can always discuss that later. But, right now, it sounds like we all agree that you should be rewarded. We all want to reward you.” Cirrus purred, her delicate fingers bringing the fire ghoul’s attention back to her. “But, for the moment, how about I let these fine hungry ghouls treat you right for a bit, while I get you a special little treat. You want the black one or the pink one, baby?”

 Oh, boy. 

 “U-uhm, the… the pink one, please.” Dewdrop murmured, nuzzling helplessly into Cirrus’ grasp. 

“Please, who?” 

“Pl-please…” Dewdroped gulped, the feeling of eyes staring into the side of his head suddenly intense and overwhelming. “Please, mommy .”

Cirrus let out a satisfied hum — borderline moan — as she assesses Dewdrop’s current predicament from underneath long lashes. “Of course, baby.”

She leaned down to press her smooth lips against Dewdrop’s own chapped ones, fangs knocking gently against his own as her slick tongue wasted no time in making itself known. Her fingers finally released Dewdrop’s jaw in favor of sneaking around to the back of his neck, loosely gathering the long strands of hair, while her other hand reached over Dewdrop’s lax body to perhaps grasp at the shoulder of the ghoul he was still perched on. The fire ghoul moaned as Cirrus gently tugged on the strands of hair in her grasp, using the opportunity to surge forward ensure that every corner of Dewdrop’s mouth and every edge of his fangs had been marked by her tongue. Satisfied, Cirrus leaned back with a final swipe of her tongue over Dewdrop’s open lips. That stupidly talented, jet black, forked tongue slithering out to brush against Cirrus’ beautifully plump lips, eyeing Dewdrop’s glazed eyes with a near predatory gaze; savoring his taste. Removing the loose grip she had on his hair, her claws instead chose to graze over his clammy skin, pulling forth goosebumps through their wake. Dewdrop shivers when she scratches over his collarbone from the depths of his shirt, before quickly changing course to rest against his hunched shoulder. She purrs at his reactions, canting her head to the side playfully, eyes filled with mirth. 

Suddenly, her palm pushes into Dewdrop’s shoulder, forcing him to fall backward into Mountain’s waiting chest; the domino effect for them both to fall backwards into the sheets. They must’ve both somehow planned this — communicated to each other somehow (or maybe Dewdrop was simply too far gone to hear the pleasant buzz in the back of his mind. This certainly wouldn’t be the first time the pack of ghouls introduced their go-to method of communication on stage for more… intimate purposes.)  — because Cirrus didn’t downright shove Dewdrop, yet the earth ghoul fell backwards as though he had been pushed by the ghoulette himself, once again trapping the smaller ghoul in his arms. 

“Enjoy the meal, boys.” Cirrus purred, now standing at her full height, looking every bit like a cat who likes to play with their food. She blew a teasing kiss in Dewdrop’s direction, before turning and waltzing to his door; a sway in her hips. “Play nice. I’ll be back soon.”

It was like a switch had been violently flipped as soon as the click of Dewdrop’s door echoed through his room. The statue-still ghouls seemingly springing back to life with a ravenous hunger, the combined might of their grabbing hands somehow successfully dragging both Mountain and Dewdrop further down the bed until Dewdrop had been detached from the earth ghoul, and was now stranded in the middle of a circle of horny packmates. At the first sign of having a break of all the grabbing and manhandling, Dewdrop scrambled to his knees, blown out pupils restlessly searching for an answer as to why the fuck no one was touching him. But, it also felt good to have a breather, his own temperature spiked so high he felt he could boil his own blood. It was so conflicting: to be both horny and somewhat logical at the same time. Dewdrop just wished that his beloved partners would take the time to fuck all coherent thoughts out of his pretty little head already. 

From directly behind him, Swiss swooped in to drape himself over Dewdrop’s back; a near mimicry of the position that gave away his own situation. Strong arms encircled his thin waist, pulling him backwards into his own lap with a pleased grunt. Dewdrop could even hear the quick swish that Swiss’ tail made as it swayed back and forth behind them. Sharp fangs brushed against the soft skin of his throat, the constant contact easily settling Dewdrop’s overreacting nerves. Lucifer below, Dewdrop has fucked an infinite amount of times throughout his infernal life, why was his heart having a concussion about it now?

“So,” Swiss leaned back slightly, chin digging into Dewdrop’s shoulder with an easily identifiable shit-eating grin, “she’s got’cha playing her little game too, huh, little Dew?” 

‘Too’?

“Well, it’s really hard to say ‘no’ to Cirrus when she’s balls deep in your ass and making you see stars.” Aether playfully grumbles to Dewdrop’s left, a large muscled hand gently clasping down onto his jean-clad thigh. His muscles jumped at the contact. “Her and Cumulus make a dangerous, beautiful fucking pair.”

“Yup.” Mountain sighed, and Rain made an affirmative chuckle from across Dewdrop. 

The sudden agreement of fucking everyone admitting that they also call Cirrus ‘ mommy’ was enough to ease any remaining jumpy nerves that Dewdrop might’ve had hidden away in his body. Made sense, honestly. The ghouls as a collection already tease Copia enough with ‘ daddy’ behind closed doors; much to the man’s amused disappointment and inconveniently raging boner.

“Speaking of,” wow , Dewdrop had barely been touched for fifteen minutes, and yet his voice still sounds so wrecked, “I’m feeling quite… empty. Any one of you assholes wanna fix that?” 

There was a moment of horny of silence, filled only with the sound of the four ghouls collectively gulping at the suggestion Dewdrop just blatantly laid down. 

There was a small growl, and then, Rain pounced. It felt like a sudden downpour of emotions, Rain’s fangs eagerly brushing against Dewdrop’s everything. The force of the action caused both ghouls to fall ever further into Swiss’ waiting arms, his other mouth eagerly nibbling against Dewdrop’s accidentally bared neck, blackened claws digging into too-tight jeans. Two separate pairs of tails — both lean and muscled — wrapped around his upper thighs; the smoothed spades rubbing against all the right seams. Rain purred; open and loud, as he devoured his way deeper into Dewdrop’s mouth. Their teeth clacked together, and their noses squished against the smooth cheek of the other party. The taller ghoul’s claws tapped into the fire ghoul’s cheekbones, long fingers cupping his ears and brushing through silky hair. Rain’s tongue moved quickly and with purpose: striking like a well timed storm. What with the oral the water ghoul seems so keen on providing, his tongue has become lithe and graceful, and Rain has always been the better kisser. As much as Dewdrop would’ve liked to pull one of his famous moves (him being one of the handful of ghouls who used all means at his disposal to satisfy his current partner of the night. From expertly twitching his tail, to igniting just enough heat in his fingertips to elicit sparks underneath the flesh; the fire ghoul was well known amongst his partners to be a hell spawn built to please… eventually. ), his tail was currently squished between the curve of his own spine and Swiss’ built abdomen. Ugh, Rain’s dick was right there. Pressed obviously against Dewdrop’s own pant seam, jutting forward occasionally, and Dewdrop wanted nothing more than to just grab it, drag him down, and meet Rain’s unapologetic thrusts with his own.

He did have hands, yes, but those unholy appendages — also very well known within the old walls of the Abbey, thank you very much  — were currently occupied by Mountain and Aether. 

To his right, Mountain was content with never letting the appendage go for a second. Those long, thick fingers were constantly gliding over the length of his arm, claws gently sweeping through the ritualistic ink that resided there, tracing the many swirls and lines with a strange concentration. If Dewdrop had enough brain cells capable of focusing; perhaps he could hear low growls and pants escaping Mountain’s lips as his large palm glided over the flesh, goosebumps rising from his skin like sprouts from the soil. Mountain’s thick tail was still coiled tight around Dewdrop’s upper thigh, writhing just enough to create a small ( cursedly tantalizing) amount of friction between his now stupidly tight jeans and his fucking dick; near purring the entire time. 

Opposite Mountain sat Aether. The other ghoul was gripping Dewdrop’s wrist and elbow with a well-practiced force, twisting his arm this way and that so Aether might have more surface area to bite. Long and shiny fangs grazing over the skin, a cursed tongue flicking out to partake in the sin. Dewdrop was one of only a handful of ghouls who got a little too curious about the human indulgence known as ‘tattooing’ , and, well,  took matters into his own troublesome hands; with only a very crude variation of a ‘needle’ and ‘ink’ and a mystifyingly high pain tolerance. At the time, Aether was there to help soothe the massive infection that blotted a good part of his left bicep; costing Dewdrop nearly three first aid kits. Now, Aether is the first in line to provide sacrilegious worship to the same arm; fully healed and beautifully inked, and now being teasingly traced with a void black tongue. 

It was quite nearly a surprise when Rain suddenly withdrew his tongue from the violent dance both he and Dewdrop seemed to enjoy partaking in. With a muffled ‘ pop!’ Rain pulled away with a quick brush of his fangs against Dewdrop’s plump bottom lip, causing a very much unintended whine to escaped him. With glazed over eyes and a mischievous grin, the water ghoul began finally bringing attention to the issue of dress code. 

“Off.” Rain growled, eyes taking in the sight before him with the force of a crashing ocean wave; drinking in the fire ghoul before him. 

(And if Dewdrop puffed his chest out with pride at the croak in the other ghoul’s voice, alongside the kiss slick shine throughout his puffy lips, and the very obvious tent of fabric through the baggy loungewear Rain had chosen for the evening; simply delighting in just how close to wrecked he sounded for that one word? Well. No one needed to know except Dewdrop himself. It was a well-kept ‘secret’ kept ‘securely’ by his own ravenous gaze and his dick.)

Dewdrop’s face brightened up almost comically at Rain’s command, wasting no time in trying to shuck off all the copious amounts of layers of clothing that were currently sticking to his flesh like a second skin. Well, tried. 

The dual grips on both his arms only seemed to tighten, and, from behind him, Swiss let out a low guttural snarl; a warning. 

“Fuckin’—“ Dewdrop gasped, trying harder to wrench his limbs out of their combined grasps with broken gasp; the frustration of being given the command and simultaneously not fucking allowed was starting to make that undeniableitch beneath his skin grow stronger. “—you heard him. He— he said I could. He gave me permission, you fucks , he said— “

Once more, Rain leaned in swiftly to slot his slick lips over Dewdrop’s. It was a little tougher to do, this time around, what with all the struggling. But Rain had naturally wonderful precision and experience from dealing with all of Dewdrop’s shit on stage, and never faltering in how he played. Dewdrop’s silence was instant, although he didn’t even have enough reaction time to get jiggy with it before Rain was pulling away again; but never too far.

“You’re right, Dew. I did. I did.” Rain’s cool breath ghosted over Dewdrop’s bottom lip, effectively halting his thrashing movements. “But, I wasn’t talking to you.” 

Two pairs of overwhelmingly big hands ducked for the buttons of his sweat-soaked button up as both Mountain and Aether started working the buttons open violently, with Swiss’ claws slipping underneath the fabric to caress at his sides, keeping their contact constant. It was nice. Dewdrop was certain he would just fucking die right on the spot if fucking someone was so much as not fucking looking at him. Okay. Maybe he was a bit more far gone into this cycle than he had originally thought. Just a bit. 

The deafening sound of fabric tearing apart broke Dewdrop away from his thoughts, the combined haste of both earth and quintessence clearly too much for mortal-made garments. The fire ghoul would’ve complained if he wasn’t balls deep in a lust induced haze; clearly more on the cool air suddenly meeting his own flushed skin. That, and Copia was always showering his ghouls with gifts at every given turn. Dewdrop had an abundance of tastefully made button ups. Ones that would, no doubt, be torn apart as quickly as they could be replaced. Eh, perks of being the most charming lead guitarist in the history of the Ghost project he supposed.

Feverish hands started to work at his belt and pants, tails whipping wildly in the background through the two ghouls’ excitement. Swiss practically cackled from his perched spot on Dewdrop’s shoulder, tall and thick horns knocking gently against the other ghoul’s head. Through their excitement, both Mountain’s and Aether’s claws became unsteady and clumsy; continuously knocking their bones together and scratching each other through their haste. Eventually— it seemed the Dark Lord himself was looking up at Dewdrop’s own laboriously horny haze — Swiss felt merciful ( woah, that never fucking happens.) towards his two partners, his tail deftly swiping upwards and somehow relieving Dewdrop’s form of the tight button, zipper, and belt. Huh, ghoul of multiple talents. 

Dewdrop almost drunkenly chuckled at his own joke, the buzz underneath his skin finally at a tolerable level thanks to all these hands hovering over his boner. With minimum complaints from the fire ghoul, all three ghouls finally got those so-tight-they-could-be-a-second-skin pants down his thin clammy thighs and shoved them off the bed into some unknown, forgotten corner of the room. Finally free, Dewdrop leaned back into Swiss’ chest, finally letting the cool stagnant air of his room brush over his sweaty body. 

“ Perfect.” Dewdrop’s fogged over eyes flicked upwards to meet Rain’s own predatory gaze. His blackened claws traced their way up the fire ghoul’s inner thigh, teasing at the edge of Dewdrop’s panties. 

Oh. He’d forgotten about those .

It was just an old habit Dewdrop had started throughout his cycles; wearing pretty panties as opposed to his usual boxers. Being in a constant lust-fueled state; wearing the Copia-gifted exquisite, perfectly fitting, form clinging boxers had been… hard, to say the least. Pun not intended. On a normal day — literally any other waking day — they were just underwear. But, like this? Unholy fuck , they were so much more! A constant reminder of that one time Copia and Cumulus fucked him silly in the confessional booth, or when Copia stashed him away underneath his desk with a heavy dick overwhelming in his mouth while Sister Imperator spoke so casually about some mischellanious business reports not even six feet behind him. A constant reminder of the sheer love and affection they all shared in their weird and wonderful relationship. It was too much. So, after having come to the conclusion that Dewdrop would not be able to be a working, functional ghoul with an actual job to do, Dewdrop instead wore panties to compensate. Simple cotton, maybe a slight flair of lace along the edges, maybe a pretty little bow at the waistband; but nothing Copia-level exquisite. Just something to prevent his eternal half-chub from chaffing a hole through his pants. 

But, uh, although Dewdrop’s thinking behind this was actually rational, and not at all meant in a teasing sexy kind of way, his partners took this information and never let him live it the fuck down. Whenever they were all going through their cycles; Swiss would always visibly grope his ass just to try and feel the soft edge of elastic through his pants, Mountain would always tease his claws over his waistband before dipping his fingers in to brush through the lace, Rain would always tap the lithe spade of his tail against the front of his core just to feel the little bow, and Sunshine would always teasingly flash the extravagant lace of her own pair of panties before curling her tongue over her fangs with a shy, ‘show me yours, and I’ll show you mine, little droplet’.

And, now, the surprise was very much appreciated. Well, guessing based on how the room stilled, and all four surrounding ghouls let out the same husk of a growl, their respective grips only tightening as Dewdrop let out a long, prolonged moan in response.

 Using his grip around Dewdrop’s tiny waist, Swiss props the other ghoul on his lap just a little bit higher. With teasing loops of claws against thigh, both Aether and Mountain gradually slotted their hands underneath the bend of Dewdrop’s knees, pulling his legs up and back until they were properly spread. Their tails both wrapped around his ankles in lieu of rope, and Dewdrop could feel the heat spreading from their fingertips, the blood in their respective bodies no doubt rushing south. And, finally, Rain slotted himself perfectly in between Dewdrop’s newly spread legs. The water ghoul shuffled forward until the cut of his hips was pressed flush against the meat of Dewdrop’s thighs, bending his crotch forward slightly so his dick could gently rut against the soft fabric of Dewdrop’s covered extremities. All eyes staring intently at the wet patch peaking staining the panties. 

Rain kept them there for a bit, his claws grasping at Dewdrop’s small hips, just slowly dragging the weight of his dick up and down over the ruined panties. Swiss had taken to one of the fire ghoul’s sensitive ears, his nose deep in those long silver locks while his tongue made laps around the burning earlobe; his hot breath coming out in clouds as Swiss started to grind his dick into the small of Dewdrop’s back. Mountain and Aether weren’t doing much better at this point, one hand each releasing their relative holds on Dewdrop’s thighs to palm themselves through their loungewear, no doubt cupping and groping the steady weight of their erections. The touch was there — fuck, it was constant — but Dewdrop was always one of the needier ghouls, and the mindset afflicted by his cycles only served to heighten that experience. Eventually, it wasn’t enough. 

“R-Rain, Rain. Please.” He quietly whined, smoke falling from his open lips in huffs, and his hips tried to buck up into the other’s touch. “Please, I need— I need more. Rain, more, please , Rain—“ 

Rain purred, his grip tightening and his tantalizing pace growing harder as the patch of pre-come soaking Dewdrop’s panties only grew. 

“That’s fine.” Rain groaned, one hand releasing Dewdrop’s hip as the weight of it slid down to you with the elastic band of the panties. “I think you’d look much better without these anyway.”

 There was a swift slice, the sound of neatly tearing fabric interrupting Dewdrop’s begging as Rain tore the panties apart with sharp claws and frightening precision. The chill air finally blanketing the entirety of Dewdrop’s body, albeit doing nothing to extinguish the heat inside his body. Dewdrop moaned at the release, shimmy his backside just enough to help Rain remove the scraps of his former panties. It always startled Dewdrop: just how ruthless the water ghoul could be behind closed doors. It was a reminder that Rain was quiet: but very rarely shy. 

Deep blue claws gathering up the remains of the undergarments, bundled them up, and brought them to Rain’s own nose. Inhaling deeply, Dewdrop could’ve sworn he saw the water ghoul’s eyes roll back into his own head; a low moan loudly tore from his throat, before he quickly tossed the scraps somewhere behind his shoulder. Dewdrop could feel his cock grow impossibly harder at the sight. With a sigh, Rain gradually leaned forward off his haunches, a cool hand sliding up the lanes of his torso, flicking a pierced nipple on the way, before settling over the fire ghoul’s throat, carefully squeezing. First it was his fingers, then his entire palm. Now, his entire torso is pressed tightly again Dewdrop, his thighs neatly settled just underneath Dewdrop’s own. The tent of arousal pushing upwards just enough to create a perfect amount of pressure against Dewdrop’s balls, the water ghoul steadily grinding upwards. 

Dewdrop’s senses were scattered all about the room; especially with Rain’s new position. His skin was growing hotter, his nerves more restless, his tail was thumping lazily behind Swiss against the bed sheets, and — despite the insatiable heat blooming just beneath his bones — his forearms and calves were covered in chicken-flesh from the never ending attentions given by two specific ghouls. It was… distracting, to say the least. All of these different sensations was causing Dewdrop’s brain to overwork itself; ready to crash and melt outside his ears. And yet, it wasn’t even close to being enough. 

 Dewdrop was about to say something: protest and egg on at the same time, his mouth was open and ready for the words to slip out and everything. But, all of a sudden, Rain was leaning in close — so fucking close — and nibbling at his other earlobe; filthy words spilling out like water being poured from a vase. Rain was always a natural master at dirty talk, and Dewdrop was sure that right now would be no different if his brain could muster up enough energy to even comprehend listening. But, what with the hand around his throat, the fangs against his ear, and the sensation of taught fabric grinding up into his arousal, Dewdrop was a little preoccupied at the moment. 

 And— oh. Oh my. 

With the force of a skipping pebble ripping through the water, Rain’s free hand — the one that had been scratching pretty symbols into Dewdrop’s tiny waist — dropped down and grabbed at the fire ghoul’s cock. Hard. The force of the grab caused Dewdrop to jump up against Swiss’ torso; the multi ghoul’s own cock dragging suddenly against the plane of his back with a huff. The grip around his painfully hard dick, the claws digging into his throat, the warm puffs of breath against his ear. Fuck, it was too much—

Without even registering much of anything, Dewdrop’s organs did a silly little dance beneath his mortal vessel; his abdomen clenching around nothing but arousal, and his balls tightened from the friction of Rain’s unyielding grasp, and he came. 

With a muffled moan against Swiss’ clothed shoulder, Dewdrop humped up into that tight grasp and came all over Rain’s fingers. White hot arousal coated his abdomen and inner thighs, ropes of cum slicking Rain’s digits with copious amounts. Dewdrop’s body suddenly relaxed back into the sheets, hot pants brushing against midnight black locks of hair. It took a minute — maybe a year — for Dewdrop’s mind to catch onto what had just happened. 

About how his dick found unholy release in something as simple as a grope and a chokehold. 

“F— fuck.” The fire ghoul wheezed out, his stomach still tensing and contracting from the sudden exertion of effort. 

Dewdrop had half a mind to be embarrassed — ashamed, maybe — at how the room became so suddenly still, the only sound coming from his own exerted lungs. Rain’s grasp around his throat loosened, Swiss’ teeth left his ear, both Aether and Mountain’s own grips around his thighs slackened, and even their tails halted their writhing around his calves and ankles. Fucking Lucifer below, did he fuck up? Even though he literally just came, his dick was still at full-mast, having not faltered in the slightest through his arousal. Were.. were they just going to leave him like this? No, no, they couldn’t. But—

Ugh, at the terrible thoughts suddenly floating around his brain — combatting the lust he was still somehow feeling just as strongly — Dewdrop let out a small whimper, his hips rolling down onto Rain’s arousal in an effort to change his mind; to stay . 

But it wasn’t Rain whose entire grip slipped away from his abdomen, whose tail suddenly started thumping loudly against the bed, whose fangs clacked roughly against his jawline with a long, low snarl erupting from his throat. Swiss reached down between clammy thighs to bat away the water ghoul’s loosened cup against his crotch, another growl filling the room. 

“Fuckin’ heaven—“ Swiss’ voice rumbles from behind Dewdrop’s ear; sounding absolutely demolished with how it croaks, and wonderfully pronographic in nature. “I know, I know, we were supposed to take shit slow, ease him into it, ‘cause biology or fuckin’ somethin’ —“ large hands grip the curves of Dewdrop’s sides, practically lifting the smaller ghoul up from his lap and flipping him over with ease. Dewdrop’s head thumped against Rain’s collarbone, one lanky arm immediately catching Dewdrop by the waist and wrapping around it; an almost direct mirror of his position with Swiss just moments ago. 

“But, little spitfire, you pull a show like that, and expect me not to fuckin’ do somethin’ about that?” Swiss leaned in close, his sharp, sharp teeth almost shining in the low light of Dewdrop’s room. His hot breath fans over Dewdrop’s face, and a large hands finds his cock with ease, fully gripping the base with a near death-like vice, and for a moment, Dewdrop thought he was about to cum again. “C’mon, baby , let’s get you finally feelin’ good, huh?” 

And so, shuffling down further into his knees, Swiss did indeed fucking do something about it. 

With one more cheeky grin and a cock of his head, Swiss opened his mouth wide and swallowed Dewdrop’s dick right down to the hilt. Dewdrop keened, his thighs clamping around Swiss’ head at the sudden sensation of that perfect, all-encompassing warmth suddenly blanketing his aching cock. Swiss purred at the symphony of nonsensical chittering and moans Dewdrop was releasing, his small hips occasionally bucking up into Swiss’ mouth as the additional vibrations drove Dewdrop into horny madness. The ghoul of multiple talents shut his eyes in an effort to truly stay focused; his cheeks hallowing in an attempt to create more suction over Dewdrop’s length, his fangs teasing over the head, and that stupidly long, forked tongue flicked at and wrapped around every part of Dewdrop he could have. His free hand reached up to cup and fondle Dewdrop’s heavy balls, and his tail had slithered forward in an attempt to prepare the fire ghoul’s ass, but— 

 Swiss popped off of Dewdrop’s dick with a satisfied groan, a thick trail of saliva still connecting his lips to the head before his tongue lapped it up in one obviously obscene motion. 

“Mhmm, Dewsy , you’ve been getting busy, haven‘t ya?” He moaned, the hand that had been playing with Dewdrop’s sack now teasing around the edge of Dewdrop’s already throughly prepared and gaping asshole. “Mounty, take a look at this. Dare I say even you and your monster knot could just slip right in.” 

Mountain shuffled from Dewdrop’s left, now very much intrigued by the proposition. He peeked from around Dewdrop’s closed thighs, large palms reaching around to forcefully open the tense legs with no effort at all. 

“Mhmm.” Was all Mountain offered, but the obvious tent in his pants and the whipping of his tail behind him said he was a lot more than simply ‘interested’. 

Even Aether peered around to watch as Dewdrop’s hole began to clench around nothing from all the attention,  clearly egged on by the imaginative things Swiss was saying, his claws still teasingly tracing the edge of his rim, dragging through the copious amounts of natural wetness and the spare ropes of cum from the fire ghoul’s earlier release. 

 From behind him, Rain moaned something deep and guttural, right next to Dewdrop’s ear. There had been slick sounds coming from behind his back, and Dewdrop thought for a second he could hear the ghoul gagging. With a slight twist of his neck, Dewdrop found Rain lapping up the excess cum that had tacked his fingers together, now being thoroughly cleaned by the water ghoul himself. Well, if that wasn't a sight for sore dicks. 

With another soft whine; Dewdrop leaned forward towards Rain’s dirtied fingers, his own tongue kitten licking around a spare appendage, occasionally meeting Rain’s own over his slickened fingers. Aether moaned to the side of them, fully enraptured as he watched both ghouls slave over Rain’s cum slicked fingers. Eventually, lapped at the bassist’s fingers turned into lapping into the mouth of the other; that newly cleaned hand now cupping Dewdrop’s jaw, holding him steady as Rain flooded his senses. Aether had creeped in closer, his thick chest practically wrapped around the fire ghoul’s side, nuzzling in the hair behind his ear and occasionally nipping at the lobe. 

There was a slight pressure at the rim of his anus, Swiss kneeling between his legs with a wicked grin as his hips rutted forward slowly. Dewdrop’s sudden smoke-filled gasp was easily swallowed up by Rain, and one of his hands reached over to grab onto Aether’s bicep. Fuck, the thought of needing to filled and fucked through his cycle had felt like the difference between heaven and hell. But now? With Swiss’ dick teasing the edge of his ass, and with his own insistently bobbing against his stomach — fuck — it was perfect. 

But not enough. 

“Fuckin’ gett’a move on already.” Dewdrop slurred in Swiss’ general direction. Yeah, it was meant to be more threatening than it actually was; what with the thick string of saliva still connecting him to Rain, and his burning cheeks, and with his eyelashes fluttering closed every time Aether nipped his earlobe; yeah, maybe the murderous horny intentions were lost in the presentation. But, the sentiment still stands. 

 Swiss simply laughed. Like, at him . Awfully rude of the bastard.

So, Dewdrop — ever the opportunist — met Swiss halfway when the ghoul was slowly rutting. When Dewdrop felt the blunt head of his cock barely breach his rim, the fire ghoul forced his hips down harder, the head of Swiss’ dick now wonderfully inside. The smaller ghoul let out a chimera of a sound; a strange yet arousing mix of a moan, a growl, and even a small chuckle. Swiss was left a sputtering, blushing mess, a bit disappointed that his teasing game was cut so short. But, well, the seven sins always win in the end, and Dewdrop’s own general horny being was matched only by the unfiltered and generous lust of the multi ghoul. 

“Ahh, righ’ where ya belong.” Dewdrop slurred, tilting his back to rest against Rain’s collarbone with a dick-eating grin, baring his sharp teeth in near defiance of the bigger ghoul. “ Perfect.”

Swiss tilted his cocked head up towards Dewdrop’s reclining form — Rain and Aether both still wrapped around him with guilty grins — his eyes wide in disbelief. Normally during the cycles of ghouls like Rain and Sunshine; their desire caused such a fog over their brain that they were turned into needy and compliant fucking machines within a few minutes of being given attention. That incessant need to just burrow your core into a willing party, or even feel that warmth spread from your insides out, was just too much most of the time. Even ghouls like Cirrus and Mountain were not immune to the constant arousal in the back of their heads; the nagging of their instincts screaming at them to just shut up and be good for their partners impossible to tune out. But Dewdrop — fucking Dewdrop — the same ghoul who would melt into your touch if your claws so much as brush against his pulse point, and the very same ghoul who will fucking explode if he feels that he does not have enough eyes on him at all times, is somehow the ghoul who can cling onto sanity the longest. Even when he’s taking dick like a champ, or his throat is filled with way too many sets of fingers; there’s still that undeniable fire in his eyes, that quirk of his lips and flame to his touch, that insane level of pure sass that Dewdrop somehow still keeps close in his mind.

Well, that just means that something needs to be done about that. 

With a low growling purr, Swiss gripped harder onto Dewdrop’s thighs, batting away whatever semblance of a grip the earth ghoul beside him might’ve still had. With a terrible grin, Swiss adjusted the angle of his so when he began to lean down towards Dewdrop’s… height, his cock would only slide further into the other ghoul’s tantalizing warmth at a torturous pace. 

“You’re right.” Swiss purred, the cut of his nose barely rubbing against Dewdrop’s in a mimicry of a kiss. “So, so right, little Dew.” Surging forward, Swiss roughly slotted his lips against the smaller ghoul’s. 

 Tongue writhing against tongue, and teeth clacking against teeth in a desperate show of desirable affection. Strong hips continued to rut further inside Dewdrop’s ass, until he was all the way seated inside, and the promise of a knot was already beginning to inflate. 

“You jus’ lying there on your back, lookin’ all pretty like some freshly fallen angel, and with my dick burrowed so deep inside of your pussy that you can probably feel me in your throat.” Swiss pulled away with a nip to Dewdrop’s inflamed cheeks; breathless in the best of ways only a fire ghoul could manage. “You always look so pretty filled up on my cock; on our knots.” 

Swiss snarled; something deep and primal and chill-inducing. His claws making ribbons of pearling blood on Dewdrop’s hipbones, the muscles flexing through Swiss’ own heady arousal, his thrusting becoming more purposeful; more forceful. 

“Fuckin’ heaven , Dew. You’ll lemme see that sight again, won’t ya? Your little body stuffed so full of our jizz, makin’ ya look like you’re pregnant with the Antichrist. Our knots keeping all’a our hard work inside you, make sure it takes inside this fat pussy of yours, yeah? .” Swiss pants against Dewdrop’s cheek, his long and curved horns nearly knocking into Dewdrop’s head with the force his thrusts have started to take on. He was so close he could smell the smoke Dewdrop was fuming; could see the fire burning in his guts. “Yeah, yeah, you’ll lemme see that, I know you will. ‘S the least you could do for me — uhh, for us — after, after keeping this ‘lil secret of yours for so long. Y-yeah, yeah. Ah, fuck—“ 

 The slide of Swiss’ thick cock forcefully gliding through all of the slick that Dewdrop’s body has been producing throughout this entire escapade is helping to create the most perfect friction. The blunt head of his dick seemingly discovered a new sensitive cavity to manipulate and extort; his prostrate being nailed with every snap of the multi ghoul’s hips. Swiss straightened his back to his full height, claws scrambling to quickly toss a leg over his strong shoulder; the new angle making Dewdrop yip loudly in surprise. 

 Rain grunted from behind him, a lithe hand sliding down Dewdrop’s body to grip at the base of his hard dick, his wrist slowly flicking in a striking motion as he watched Dewdrop’s expressions with hazy eyes. 

“Fuck!! Rain, Rain — ahhn, Lucifer!! — Rainy, fucking please—“ At the cock buried balls-deep — that fat knot of his steadily inflating with the combined pleasure of fucking everything, the sheer weight of it already bullying against the stretched rim of his ass — within him, and now the suddenly perfect pressure of Rain’s hand jacking his dick, Dewdrop keened at the flurry of sensations all around his lower half. Rain simply purred next to his ear, his tongue flicking against the shell lazily. 

From beside him, Aether shifted to kneel on his knees; his shirt sloppily unbuttoned, the sleeves quickly pulled up, and his pants and possible undergarments mysteriously and wonderfully gone. His thick cock now bobbing with arousal just outside of Dewdrop’s line of sight. With a faux delicate grip, Aether’s claws have tilted Dewdrop’s head in his general direction, the change in direction causing the Dewdrop’s heated skin to brush against the taller ghoul’s crotch; a slight smudge precum spread over the side of Dewdrop’s nose as he nuzzled closer. Aether growled at the sight, a smirk crossing his features.

“Ready to pray, Dew?” And, fuck, was he ever. 

Even despite the constant bouncing movement from Swiss still greedily shoving his arousal inside, and inside, and inside. Dewdrop was able to latch onto Aether’s grip with a practiced fluidity expected of a former water ghoul, no nick of fangs or unwanted gagging before Dewdrop’s throat could be properly forced open. Aether groaned as he watched his dick steadily be swallowed down by an indescribable heat, his fingers slipping from Dewdrop’s jawline to reach behind the nape of his neck and gather at the plentiful of sweat-dampened curls; keeping the fire ghoul’s head close. 

There was a sharp swipe against Dewdrop’s nipples, a claw gently flicking at the pierced bud with calculated precision, and Dewdrop still had enough clarity in his mind to realize it was Mountain; ever the horny watcher. 

“Fuck, Dew—“ Aether growled in with a low breath, his grip on Dewdrop’s hair tightening as he used that leverage to guide the smaller ghoul’s movements. 

The wonderful thing about this wonderful dick sliding so wonderfully against the flat of Dewdrop’s tongue was that, while Aether might not have had the longest dick amongst them, the fat girth of his dick was enough to single-handedly hit all of Dewdrop’s ever present list of wants and needs. Dewdrop could easily take in the entirety of Aether’s core, feel him down in his throat and still breath easy through the patch of pubes leading to the base of his cock — but Dewdrop’s literally a slut, so maybe he just has a lot of practice under his pants — but the way Aether fills his mouth perfectly, and the way all of Dewdrop’s senses are overflooded with him is more than enough to keep the fire ghoul coming back and begging for more. 

So, in Dewdrop’s eyes and with Aether’s accurate dirty talk, it was time to pray and fucking worship. 

Even with Aether’s tight grip on the back of Dewdrop’s head, the fire ghoul was still able to flick his tongue all around the protruding length in his mouth, and hollow his cheeks with the perfect time to suck especially hard at the right places. Dewdrop’s hand slid up the expanse of Aether’s thigh, content to hand over total control to the quintessence ghoul, and allowing his lithe hand to simply feel the contractions of strong muscles underneath those deliciously thick thighs. The heavy feeling of being filled in every perfect way, and the increasing rough pace both Aether and Swiss were beginning to set, left Dewdrop moaning like a madman. There was a thick string of saliva connecting Dewdrop’s swollen lips to the base of Aether’s dick, and Dewdrop could feel the collection of hickies Rain was leaving all along the back of his neck, that stupidly dainty hand of his still slowly pumping away at Dewdrop’s own arousal. 

Swiss’ death-grip on Dewdrop’s uplifted thigh tightened enough to draw blood from opalescent skin, his hips stuttering in his brutal pace  as his knot inflated to full girth, the sheer mass of it steadily being bullied into Dewdrop’s rim; a reminder and a promise.

“‘M gonna fuckin’ knot you, baby. Gonna fill your little pussy up and paint your insides with my cum. Wanna hear you choke on Aeth’s big, fat cock as I cum. Fuck—! M’ so close, Dew, I’m so goddamn close !” Swiss mumbled, his tail whipping wildly from behind them, his teeth baring and voice breaking as he continued to steadily thrust his knot up against the final barrier of Dewdrop’s defenses. 

Aether groaned from above him, both of his hands no harshly gripping the twin horns atop his head, leaning his hips against Dewdrop’s waiting mouth with reckless abandon. Dewdrop could feel Aether’s knot already beginning to inflate; the constant heat of the fire ghoul’s mouth must be triggering something in the taller ghoul’s instincts. Dewdrop continued to flick his tongue at perfect angles, pushing his own head further and further until he could feel the tip of Aether’s dick in his stomach, balls slapping against his chin. 

Mountain’s casual sliding against Dewdrop’s nipples turned to harsh pinches and tugs, rolling the piercings there between sharp thumbs. Even sadistic little Rain was mercifully quickening his pace on Dewdrop’s painfully hard cock. Small grunts and growls of encouragement escaping the water ghoul’s lips in chilled pants against Dewdrop’s ear. He could feel Rain’s dick rutting carefully against the curve of his spine. 

“Mhmm, little Dew, won’t you cum for us?” Was the breathless request aimed perfectly to caress against Dewdrop’s ear. 

And, well, that was it.

With a deafening sob, Dewdrop arched his back as much as he possibly could considering the position he wonderfully found himself in. That heavy warmth that had been so carefully spreading throughout Dewdrop’s insides suddenly expanded so swiftly, igniting each and every one of his organs on the way out. Like a volcano finale erupting, or a lighter finally bursting to life; Dewdrop cried out as his muscles tensed and relaxed at the same time, thick white ropes erupting from the tip of his dick was a vehement burst of speed. Hot cum coated his thighs and Rain’s hand, some even shooting up as far as Dewdrop’s abdomen, and the sight was enough to cause both Aether and Swiss to groan at the same time. Aether gripped the fire ghoul’s horns tight, soaking his head close to his crotch with little regard for the warm mouth wrapped around his core. His hips halting to a stop as Aether shoved his dick as down Dewdrop’s throat as he possibly could, cum leaking out to slither down the fire ghoul’s throat with weak spurts. His dick still twitching as Aether pulled out, the mass of it slipping off Dewdrop’s plump, swollen lips with a weak pop, a tacky line of his spend dripping down Aether’s cock and Dewdrop’s chin. Exhausted, but still greatly interested at the pornographic sight before him, Aether fell back on his ass with a hand still lazily gripping his still twitching dick. A human was certainly no match for a ghoul driven by lust during their cycle, but even most ghouls had a hard time keeping up; especially when a ghoul who’s first name is ‘little’ and with the last name of ‘shit’ happens to stubbornly burn itself a spot in the equation.

While both Aether and Rain had released their respective grips on the fire ghoul, Swiss was still digging his claws into the meat of Dewdrop’s thigh for dear life, his hips ramming harshly into Dewdrop’s ass, the ghoul thought he wouldn’t be able to sit down properly for at least a week. With filthy growls and mumbles, Swiss eventually surged forward, once again lying almost entirely on Dewdrop’s small form. His hips started to falter in their pace, rutting quickly, constantly bullying the weight of his knot inside. Apparently, Dewdrop’s orgasm was all Swiss needed — that moment of tense relaxation — for the small ghoul’s body to open just enough for the entirety of Swiss’ arousal to settle inside. With a shuddering groan, Swiss’ hips snapped forward, the full birth of his heavy knot finally slipping inside with a slick noise. Despite being fully seated within Dewdrop’s shivering body, the multi ghoul’s hips still rutted forward in small, lazy circles, his mouth instinctively seeking out Dewdrop’s own in a sloppy dance. His cock finally shuddering as it released the thick expanse of his cum into Dewdrop’s willing body. Fucking heaven, Dewdrop could feel the ghoul in his throat; in his brain. The thought of that alone enough to set the smaller ghoul’s impossible sex drive alight.

The moan Dewdrop released was low and elongated, the finality of having the entirety of Swiss’ arousal — fuck, all of it for him — enough to light Dewdrop’s senses on fire; surronded by the warm and familiar scents of his lovers all around him. Swiss eagerly swallow up all those delectable sounds with his lips, lazily moving them against the kiss-swollen plumpness of Dewdrop’s own, his cock still gasping out small spurts of Swiss’ seed; making sure every corner of Dewdrop’s warm cavernous body was painted white. Dewdrop sighed as Swiss nuzzled his way into the crook of the smaller ghoul’s neck, his lithe arms wrapping around the multi ghoul’s shoulder; basking in the comfortable weight resting deep inside him. 

(Although, for a moment, Dewdrop had forgotten just how tedious these cycles could be; the aching burden of his still erect dick practically twitching between his body like a painful flag that read ‘ hey! I’m still horny, haha’. Yeah, ignore that for right now.) 

Rain was mumbling sweet nothings into Dewdrop’s tangled roots, his dexterous fingers gently rubbing over Dewdrop’s abdomen, a small patch of skin where Swiss was not current draped over. The multi ghoul himself was nibbling lazily at the heated skin of Dewdrop’s throat. 

“Mhmm, gimme just a moment, Dewy. Then we’ll get’cha through Round 2,” Swiss drawled lazily, fangs peeking through in an unfiltered smirk, “or would it be Round 3? I mean, you have, technically, already creamed twice.” 

Dewdrop grumbled, already thinking about shoving the insufferable ghoul off the bed if it weren’t for the stupid fucking amazing, perfect knot keeping them entwined together. 

“Ah, don’t be embarrassed, little droplet,” Rain purred behind him, his fingers still rubbing gently at his side. “I thought it was super hot when you came just from my hands and literally nothing else.” Goddamn it, it was like having two terribly sexy devils perched on your shoulders. 

“Is your knot down yet, you fucker?” Even though his usual manner of speech was typically quite venomous, his blissfully fucked-out voice and the embraced huff of smoke wasn’t exactly helping his threat. 

“Aww, what? Can’t bask for a minute in a post-fucking-your-brains-out glow? Mhm, shame.” Swiss purred with that stupid sing-songy voice he gets. “But, yeah, just another minute.” The multi ghoul experimentally retaliated his hips, very carefully feeling as Dewdrop’s rim was still stretched taught around the girth of his knot. However, the movement still jostled the smaller ghoul, Swiss inadvertently dragging Dewdrop’s body a centimeter down the sheets with the movement from his hips.

With a playful swat to Swiss’ arm, Dewdrop took those few minutes to pause and recuperate; bask in the moment, as Swiss so kindly put it. His warm hand slithered its way between his sticky abdomen and Swiss’ own, spreading his fingers out to feel the heavy comfort nestled deep in between his organs. Not literally, of course, but Dewdrop could swear that if he pressed his palm at the perfect angle; he could feel the solid outline of Swiss’ core just beyond the extents of his mortal vessel. With an infuriatingly wonderful grin, Swiss leaned his body to the side as much as their current predicament would allow, and spread his own much larger hand overtop Dewdrop’s; pressing down gently. 

“I feel you.” Dewdrop whispered, uncharacteristically soft as he tilted his head towards Swiss. Their horns bumped against each other slightly, but Dewdrop was content with the feeling of being pressed up so intimately against another. Swiss purred, shift his head so he could press a chaste kiss upon a flushed cheek.

“I feel you too. So warm, Dewey, so perfect—“

“Is it time yet?” A gruff voice that was surprisingly not the smaller ghoul interrupted.

Dewdrop turned his head to find Mountain — the ghoul with arguably the most self control next to Sunshine and Aether — kneeling just before where Swiss and Dewdrop were still connected. His large hand was gripping his cock in a lazy, unconcerned manner; but the veins throbbing tense on the back of his hand, the deep shaking timbre of his voicethat shook a flower that had so suddenly and mysteriously (and definitely not because of such a sudden intense feeling of arousal—) sprouted just behind his ear, the rapid smacking of his tail against the bed frame, and the guilty beads of precum were more than enough to give the taller ghoul away. Dewdrop laughed loudly as Swiss grumbled. 

One more time — carefully — Swiss’ hips retreated from the cavernous warmth of the fire ghoul’s insides. Swiss was able to extract his soft dick from Dewdrop’s hole with a low groan, his shaft still shiny and warm from the fire ghoul’s stray effects of magick. Dewdrop could practically hear four consecutive jumps of heartbeats from the ghouls still surrounding him, his own chest releasing a high pitched whine as he suddenly became so empty. Rain was still behind him, both claws now idly scraping over his pierced chest with cooing chitters. 

Mountain was quick to scoot in between Dewdrop’s open legs, two callused fingers quickly spotted their way inside the small ghoul’s gaping entrance with minimum resistance; preparation for what’s to come. Swiss was large. Even hidden away in human glamour, Swiss’ cock was… well, uh, above average. By, like, kinda a lot. So, mucking about in his true ghoulish form; his height expanding, horns and tail resurfacing from his body, sharp black claws, a wonderfully inhuman pair of chompers, and — of course — magick, it went without saying that… other features would become enhanced. So, uh, yeah… his dick got bigger (deliciously so—). But Mountain? 

Fucking unholy lord below, Mountain was in his own goddamned league. Again, by, like, kinda a whole fucking lot. 

Whereas both Aether and Swiss were perfectly cursed with girth over reach — and Rain himself was slim, but the sheer length of his dick made Dewdrop feel parts of his nervous system and inner abdomen that he didn’t know even existed in his mortal vessel — Mountain boasted a little bit of everything. And, by ‘ a little bit’, of course that meant ‘a lot’. The earth ghoul boasted not only an impressive width that could put both Swiss and Aether to shame, but he also had a length that made even Rain look small in comparison. And, compared to Dewdrop? Well, every inch of Dewdrop’s existence was simply dwarfed by Mountain; glamorized or not. Whenever his body readily accepted the ever present warmth of Swiss or Aether, Dewdrop could always feel the very tip of their cores deep within his abdomen, between the burnt branches of his rib cage, and wrapped incessantly around his voidling heart. With Rain, it was like a perfect burn all the way up in his throat; like the soothing scorch of a drowning desert. The phantom taste of the water ghoul skirting between his fangs and enveloping his tongue. But with Mountain, it was like a full-body shiver. Dewdrop could feel the ghoul deep in his fingers and his toes; a scratch behind his brain finally being indulged. 

(Perhaps the only dick amongst their little relationship that even stood a chance against Mountain’s unholy blessings was the strap on that Cirrus and Cumulus both loved to use, and, well, that’s fucking silicone.)

Rain’s sharp voice quickly cut through the fire ghoul’s thoughts, making both he and the giant ghoul before him halt. 

“Wait, I want to fuck your mouth.” Rain murmured, the claws scraping over his skin made way for goosebumps to float to the surface of Dewdrop’s flesh. His voice sounding so casual despite the downright filthy situation they were all in, it made Dewdrop’s cock pulse with hot arousal.

The lithe ghoul slipped out from his spot behind Dewdrop, scrambling to reach the edge of the ghoul’s bed frame. His thin legs wiggled as blood followed properly throughout his own vessel, the space of his tail tapping gently on Dewdrop’s cheek in a teasing nature. Dewdrop craned his neck outwards, tilting his head back to once again face Rain, albeit an upside down vision of him. With a smirk that was all sharp fangs and bad intentions, Rain crooked a deep indigo claw in a ‘ come hither’ motion; a clear temptation. 

The fire ghoul was getting ready to prop himself up on his noodle-boned elbows, preparing his body to scooch backwards on the bed; towards the edge of his no-doubt-far-beyond-repair bed sheets. However, it seemed the smaller ghoul was taking too much time, as Mountain simply removed his fingers from the ghoul’s hole, cupped Dewdrop’s ass and upper thighs, and forcefully pushed Dewdrop up the remainder of the way, the sheets bunching around his body with the force. Rain simply chuckled — it was much better than Aether and Swiss’ reactions; the two practically busting a lung with how apparently fucking hilarious Dewdrop getting manhandled was, pausing in their lazy cuddle/post-fucked-out session to have a laugh — his own long fingers wrapping around whatever parts of Dewdrop he could reach; positioning him on the edge of the bed just right. 

Rain positioned him so only his head was hanging off the edge of the bed, long silvered chunks of hair drifted over the sheets to follow his scalp, tickling Dewdrop’s bitten shoulders if he breathed a certain way. Callused hands spread out over the sides of Dewdrop’s marked throat, barely pushing down with his claws as he hummed. 

“I think my favorite version of you, little Dew—“ Rain sighed into the tense air between them, dark claws just barely talking into the gray skin marked by beautiful blooming necklaces of hickies and bites. The taller ghoul stepped forward until Dewdrop’s horns were almost brushing against the tops of Rain’s thighs, his mouth just inches away from the other ghoul’s arousal, and oh— this is how he wants to play.  “Is either when you’re silent or muffled. It truly is a hard decision.” 

Dewdrop huffed up a small haze of warm smoke at the leering water ghoul above him, the intended threatening effect once again lost due to his current position. As the warmth left his kiss-swollen lips, Dewdrop tried to aim the it towards the head of Rain’s cock, very much satisfied when he heard the water ghoul hiss and watched as his member bobbed slightly. 

“I don’t care.” Mountain grumbled, three of his fingers once again making themselves at home inside Dewdrop’s ass; the thick digits quick to start scissoring and stretching, already keen on adding another intruder into the mix. “My favorite Dew is when he’s impaled so hard on my dick, all he can do is mewl and scratch at my back until he can take my huge knot, and fuck does he take it so goddamn well—“ 

Mountains shivered harshly as he quickly worked a fourth finger through Dewdrop’s loosening barrier, acting as though his own impatience and lust was somehow physically hurting him; like if he didn’t get his dick in Dewdrop fucking soon he would die.

“Mountain—“ Dewdrop croaked, his tail sneaking up to gently twist and writhe against Mountain’s dick. “Just fuck me already, Mounty. ‘M more than ready, don’t worry. Just fuckin’ get inside me.”

And, okay, yeah, that was all it took. 

Mountain pulled his fingers out so quickly, Dewdrop thought for a second that his inner walls had somehow actually burned the earth ghoul. But the fire ghoul was quickly reassured when Mountain bat Dewdrop’s tail away from his arousal to bring himself impossibly closer to the welcoming heat propped before him, plunging himself into the depths so swift that Dewdrop couldn’t help but let a loud moan tear through his throat in a breathy display. He was so big. Not to be over dramatic or anything, but it really felt like an entire universe just suddenly combusted inside of Dewdrop’s vessel. Everything was suddenly so hot and so cold all at once, the warmth suddenly seated inside Dewdrop simultaneously felt like the earth was shattering all along his nerves with a raging and unforgiving force, yet also like the warm sunshine was beaming down on him and the comforting warmth allowed pleasure to grow like saplings in his heart. Mountain was all encompassing in his presence and in his love.

It took no time at for Mountain to start thrusting like his unholy life depended on it; fuck or die. The harsh intensity of the lust-filled earth ghoul inside him was physically rocking the bed with a high pitch squeaking noise. Dewdrop couldn’t help the cacophony of hellish noises that scraped their way out from his diaphragm, his head falling back against the edge of the bed to find an upside down Rain languidly stroking his leaking cock before him. A small pearl of precum managed to drop down from the crown of his member, falling down to gather on Dewdrop’s cheek instead. With another wreaked moan, Dewdrop reached one unsteady hand up to place on the back of Rain’s thigh, opening his mouth in an obscene display as he urged the bassist forward. Rain laughed, albeit not unkindly, stepping forward more until his thighs were practically straddling Dewdrop’s face, his hand dragging the head of his dick teasingly over slick glistened lips. Honestly, Dewdrop just wanted to be filled in every inch and corner of his body with the love of his fellow ghouls; truly and wholly. He didn’t want to give his brain the chance to start overthinking, or his mouth the opportunity to ruin the moment, or even allow his dick the opportunity to somehow get soft. Horny times call for desperate measures, and if Rain was gonna continue smearing the taste and scent of his arousal all over Dewdrop’s lower face; so close, yet way too fucking far— 

Well, Dewdrop was honestly getting ready to straight up just devour Rain’s core, fangs and all. Rain would most definitely murder him for eating his dick , but Dewdrop wouldn’t mind if it meant just a goddamn second of infernal release. This far into such a torturous cycle, Dewdrop’s thoughts tended to bleed into each other; ignoring the line between ‘violent’ and ‘horny’.

Luckily, Rain knew just what boundaries he was pushing, as another hand slithered down to grasp at the nape of his neck as his hips rolled forward lazily. Dewdrop’s eyes nearly rolled back into the depths of his skull, feeling Rain’s dick finally slide itself along his aching tongue, that itch within his core finally being satisfied as both Mountain and Rain started to move in sync with each other. 

Mountain’s grip on his lithe hips was tight and unyielding, a possessive thing that Dewdrop knew he would be deliciously bruised and marked along the area for at least the next week or so. The power in his unholy grip was intoxicating; the sheer indication of just how much sheer brutal strength the earth ghoul had lying dormant within his body made Dewdrop’s arousal burn impossibly brighter deep within him. The way Mountain was subconsciously using his grip to purposefully bring Dewdrop’s body closer as Mountain thrusted sharply further inside was only adding the flames. The tell-tale shape of the earth ghoul’s knot was already starting to inflate with every painfully accurate thrust, and Dewdrop wanted to cry tears of frustration because why wasn’t that damn thing already inside him right fucking now—

Rain and Mountain always made one hell of a team; both onstage and off. 

So whenever Mountain’s impossible thickness was slowly and surely carving a new hopefully permanent home within Dewdrop’s achingly burning insides, Rain was jamming his dick further down Dewdrop’s raw throat without mercy. Rain had one set of claws tangled within Dewdrop’s long, sweat-damp locks, keeping the fire ghoul’s head at the perfect angle to make sure Rain could slip past Dewdrop’s gag reflex with practiced ease. Rain — the fucking sadist. Always the ‘oh, he’s quiet, not goddamn shy’ ones — was absolutely reveling in the obscene gagging noises that erupted from Dewdrop’s fucked-out throat, his other hand sharply pinching at the abused nipples that stood sharply on the small ghoul’s marked chest. 

“M-mhm, ahh,” Rain groaned, rolling his hips with a brutal and unrelenting pace, hitting the back of Dewdrop’s burning throat without mercy. “I think I’ve changed my mind, little droplet—“

Dewdrop keened as Mountain’s grip on his hips and thighs started to break the already bruising skin there, the earth ghoul’s thrusts becoming animalistic in nature as the heady weight of Mountain’s knot is already starting to bully its way past Dewdrop’s sore rim. 

“—mhm — fuck — my f-favorite version of you, Dewey, is when you’re taking my— my dick so well, so goddamned well, that you’re choking and drooling all, ahh, all over your lips. Fucking beautiful, Dew , so fucking beautiful for me. A-ahhn, such a good boy. My perfect little pet—“ 

The fire ghoul’s cock did a little kick at the breathless praise from Rain, which did not go unnoticed as the water ghoul chuckled lowly in response. His claws gently massaging Dewdrop’s neck to ease any discomfort that may have suddenly erupted there, a direct contradiction to the breakneck pace Rain was currently using to further destroy Dewdrop’s willing throat. 

“Liked that, huh?” Rain laughed, although not unkindly. 

Dewdrop would’ve nodded — he actually tried to despite the position he found himself being wonderfully adored and loved in — but the blissful weight of Rain’s dick continuously sliding in and out of the fire ghoul’s throat and even the gentle grip on the nape of his neck wouldn’t allow him to do much else but lay there and take it, the filthy gurgles of Dewdrop continuously gagging on Rain’s dick and even the stray trails of unashamed drool now layering his chin were a lust filled reminder of this. But, throughout the numerous lovely escapades Dewdrop has had with his wonderful packmates, he’s had it drilled into his head that if he gets asked a question, he must provide an answer. Rain, Cumulus, and even Copia or Swiss were the biggest punishers of that. Question, but no answer due to brattiness or anxiety? Haha, okay. That’s either no orgasm, or taking the time to take a step back, assess the situation and talk through it, and then an adoration-filled night of wonderfully endless rounds of lovemaking.

Dewdrop doesn’t know if his existence could handle it if Rain were to stop right now and then press a goddamn chaste kiss on his clammy forehead and then fucking leave. Lucifer knows the ghoul has done it before. 

But, Rain was forgiving today, or maybe he himself just didn’t care to enact his usually strict principles considering the… circumstances . Well, either way, Rain was still pounding into the warmth of Dewdrop’s throat with reckless abandon: just the way Dewdrop liked it. 

“Dew — Dew — fuck, I’m close—“ Rain growled, pond-green eyes warching with rapt attention at the scene below him. 

Ever the ghoul-pleaser, Dewdrop conjured up every trick in his dirty little book to get Rain over the edge. Hallowing his cheeks in time with the erratic thrusts deep in his throat, slithering his tongue over whatever length of Rain’s dick as much as he could, and even going so far to choke himself further on Rain’s arousal; purposefully clenching and moaning in all the right ways. Hey, if he were to die on Rain’s dick after having purposefully choked himself out on the twitching length in his mouth, well, what to go. 

Rain’s breathless gasps grew louder and louder, a pair of claws harshly pinching at the barbells on Dewdrop’s chest. The sound of his tail whipping wildly behind him would’ve made Dewdrop laugh if he were literally anywhere else with literally any different kind of mindset. But with the way Rain’s pace was becoming increasingly uncontrolled, and all Dewdrop could do— all he really ever wanted to do — was just lay there and take it; all open and receptive and bare, all for Rain. 

 Rain was gripping onto any square inch of Dewdrop he could grab, his torso leaned over as Rain continued to pound messily into the smaller ghoul’s throat. Dewdrop could feel it in the way Rain’s dick was twitching crazy from within the confines of his throat, how tightly Rain was gripping his already bruised and marked body, and just how low Rain was growling; uncontrolled and animalistic in nature. Or, as Dewdrop would put it, fucking hot.

With a low growl — almost a roar, really — Rain pressed his hips flush against Dewdrop’s face, his cock twitching and kicking down Dewdrop’s throat as hot cum flooded through the fire ghoul’s senses, the burning spend of Rain’s arousal washing over Dewdrop with the intensity of a tsunami. The water ghoul above him started to weakly rut impossibly closer to Dewdrop, gently forcing his own cum further down Dewdrop’s throat with a loud moan. 

Rain only pulled away when Dewdrop started to claw gently at Rain’s trembling thighs, his throat overworking Rain as the fire ghoul tried to swallow everything he had given him. 

“F- fuck.” Rain gasped, suddenly breathless as he watched his cock slip out of Dewdrop’s eager mouth. The remaining beads of his cum splattered over Dewdrop’s swollen lips and dampening the plume of smoke that might’ve tried to escape past his fangs, his tongue rapidly lapping at his own lips as he tried to swallow everything. The fire ghoul was gasping for breath, his throat and mouth feeling claimed in the best ways possible. 

Mountain’s own pace had slowed down slightly, watching with eager eyes the scene that had developed before him. His hips still rolling into Dewdrop’s opening with the same lust-driven intensity, but the breakneck speed with which he did it had slowed down just enough for him to watch as Dewdrop struggled to take in every inch of Rain’s arousal. With pupils blown out from lust, Mountain drooled over how Dewdrop was still trying to lap up every drop of spend that Rain had released, how Rain was cooing at the small ghoul with breathless praise. Deep indigo claws gathering what little amounts of missed cum there was and bringing them up to Dewdrop’s waiting lips. Mountain moaned, low and clearly aroused.

The earth ghoul could feel the weight of his knot at the base of his dick; fully inflated and heavy where it lay against Dewdrop’s ass. At the sight before him, Mountain’s libido spiked tenfold, his claws gripping the lithe burning waist before him as the giant resumed his bruising pace; bullying the entirety of his knot into Dewdrop’s waiting body with reckless abandon. Dewdrop keened at the sudden increase in pace, his torso writhing at the sudden influx of overwhelming pleasure. 

“You’re going to take me so fucking well, my little flame lily, you’re already burning so tight around me.” Mountain grunted, his mouth started to sprout romantic flirts as he continued to fuck into Dewdrop’s very existence. “We’re going to keep you here in our dens, and fuck you ‘till you’re satisfied. M-Mhmm, maybe even afterwards we’ll keep you with us just a little longer.” 

Dewdrop moaned, needy little trills and chirps because that was all his fucked-over brain could even comprehend right now. Mountain had frantically rearranged Dewdrop’s twitching legs so that they were draped around the earth ghoul’s own hips, ankles crossed behind his back. The slight change in position ensured that Dewdrop’s knees would no longer be knocking into Mountain, but the sudden shift also further sheathed Mountain’s arousal inside Dewdrop until there was nothing left but the promise of his knot. 

“A-ahm!! Aether! Fuckin’— S-Swiss, g-god-goddamn it, mmhmm— Swiss, A-Aeth—“ Dewdrop’s hands scrambled for purchase on the sheets, trying to find his two partners who have already fucked him silly and retreated — exhausted from Dewdrop’s energy — somewhere beyond his field of vision. 

Dewdrop continued to whine and moan and writhe, his hands still scraping over his bed sheets in a frantic search for his lovers. Callused hands soon found and captured his right hand, layering the appendage with kisses and nips that traveled all the way up to his inner elbow. Two pairs of lips and fangs continued to mark Dewdrop’s arm with the appropriate amount of love and saliva, humming their own filthy praises, and Dewdrop mewled his appreciation in between the near-screams caused by Mountain’s knot being worked nearly halfway in. The pressure of it being pressed against Dewdrop’s rim becomes more persistent.

“Shit, shit, shit— f-fff uck!! R-Rain, Rainy— Fuckin’ Lucifer below— Rain!!”

Rain dipped down, the flexible bastard nearly bending himself in half to kitten lick at the small splatters of cum staining the corners of his mouth, his former tongue laving at every available inch. With a sigh, his tongue slipped last Dewdrop’s own mouth, licking his way in and swallowing the blasphemous prayers that fell past his fangs.

“Mountain,” a slew of incomprehensible swears and begs erupted from his mouth as the earth ghoul continued to bully the rest of his knot inside Dewdrop’s aching desire, “Mountain, Mountain, Mounty, Mounty, goddamn it, I’m so close, so fuckin’ close, Mountain—“

At hearing those words, one of Mountain’s claws suddenly released the trembling hips below him, and instead reached over to grasp tightly at the base of Dewdrop’s bobbing cock, effectively staging off whatever pleasurable pinnacle the ghoul was about to throw himself off of. Dewdrop’s needy whines and complaints were once again swallow led up by Rain’s hungry kisses, the two pairs of hands gripped Dewdrop’s arm tighter. 

“You need to learn—“ Mountain grunted with effort as Dewdrop’s rim clenched tighter around his knot, “You need to fucking learn how to ask for things, little Dew; to indulge in the things we want to give you.”

Dewdrop nearly thrashed, bucked his hips further down in an effort to somehow burn past Mountain’s forced restraint and just take what he wants; what he fucking needs right now. But the respective grips that his lovers had on him made it very difficult to throw such a horny tantrum. 

“We could smell you, you know. You’re not really subtle, even when you try to be; your fire burns too bright to be something as trivial as subtle.” Mountain gasped out, slowly leaning down to nip at the fire sin’s collar. “We were waiting for you. Waiting for you to just knock on our doors and ask like the good boy we know you can be. But did you?” Dewdrop whimpered, trying to look anywhere but at the earth ghoul that was towering over him, his stare piercing through the arousal hazing his brain.

 “No. Instead you tried to be elusive —“ a thrust. “Tried to hide from us—“ another thrust. “Tried to remove yourself from our daily lives until when? Until your cycle just suddenly vanished? Until you were, what, suddenly oh so safe to be around us? ” 

There were tears forming in the corners of his eyes, hot and shameful where they started to burn down his cheeks. 

“I don’t know if it’s ever occurred to you, Dewdrop, but we like to play with fire.” Mountain growled, reaching up to  bite at the exposed jawline before sitting up to his full height, his grip around the smaller ghoul’s burning arousal tightening. “So be good for me, my little flame lily. Allow us to burn with you. Beg me to allow you release, right fucking now—“

“Fuckin’ hell, Mount— jus’ lemme cum, lemme cum! Please, fuckin’ please! I jus’ wanna cum—“ Dewdrop rambled, his hips rutting up into nothing as Mountain’s tight grip flexed ever so slightly. 

“That’s not what I want to hear you ask, Dewdrop. You know what I want to hear— what I need to hear you say to me, Dew. To us.”  

He couldn’t help it — well, given the circumstances, who could? Really? — the sob that tore through his throat was loud and guilty, but his ankles stayed locked from where they were resting against the dip in Mountain’s spine. It was truly such a wonderful curse to have these ghouls fucking him, spoiling him, adoring him, loving him. Perhaps — if he was allowed a little more blasphemy — perhaps, even, a blessing in disguise. 

“Please, please—“ Dewdrop sobbed, his ankles knocking into Mountain’s back in a weak attempt to bring him closer; keep him close, “please burn with me.”

The aching grip around Dewdrop’s weeping cock disappeared, and he came. His striking blue eyes rolled back into his head as he screamed ; his cock kicking at the intensity of the release that had suddenly burned over him. His abdomen and thighs, and even Mountain’s hand being covered in blissful white spend. And Dewdrop screamed again when Mountain’s knot finally managed to immerse itself fully inside the aching warmth of Dewdrop’s existence. The usually so controlled earth ghoul letting out a low, rumbling groan as his dick twitched inside the smaller ghoul. His own climax finally came, ripped through him like an earthquake as his cum practically flooded Dewdrop’s insides; a recognizable bulge just at the base of Dewdrop’s abdomen from the excursion. 

Dewdrop’s burning hand reached down to press against the bulge, smirking something way too cocky for his current predicament when he felt Mountain even through the layers of his mortal vessel. 

“Thanks,” Dewdrop sighed, his head falling back in a shower of silver curls as his head thumped against the edge of the bed, “ asshole.”

Mountain laughed, something deep and hearty, almost booming if the earth’s sin was already so quiet in nature. His large hands scrambled to reach underneath the arch in Dewdrop’s spine, wrapping around the lithe body to fill him up and close. The fire ghoul wasted no time in nuzzling his clammy nose into Mountain’s throat, a soft moan released alongside a plume of smoke at the change in position, his crossed ankles still knocking against Mountain’s bony spine. A set of claws reached underneath the smaller ghoul’s now tangled mane, gently playing with the baby hairs at the nape of his neck, his chest rumbling with the sheer strength of the purr he was producing, watching fondly as the other ghouls quickly exchanged kisses and joined the two further on the spoiled bed.

Aether crawled over slowly, his own hips and thighs marked with a large and bruising bite mark that could only belong to Swiss’ pearly teeth were clearly slowing him down with how tender the bites must still be; his thick thighs being the perfect specimen to just mark up and devour (as per the wise words of one particular multi ghoul, and, perhaps not so surprisingly, a certain cardinal-promoted-Papa). Aether leaned in softly, placing little chaste kisses and love bites all over Dewdrop’s sweaty face, his long tail swaying softly with content behind him. Dewdrop unburied his face from Mountain’s sweet neck, a small chitter filled with mirth leaving his lips at the ticklish feeling of Aether’s affections, before the quintessence ghoul leaned in swiftly and sealed his lips over Dewdrop’s own. Just like his bites, it was chaste: a firm press of his full lips against Dewdrop’s own chapped ones, his tongue briefly swiping over the other’s bottom lip as he pulled away. 

Rain bounded over next, his cock still temptingly shiny from his own release and Dewdrop’s eager spit. The water’s sin wasted no time in squishing his own lips against Dewdrop’s greedily, his cool tongue slithering in to twist and dance against Dewdrop’s own; even though his own hot tongue was sluggish and slow compared to Rain’s drowning enthusiasm. Pulling away when Rain could see Swiss growing restless, the water ghoul pressed a quick kiss to Dewdrop’s lips before leaning his nose in towards Dewdrop’s cheek to affectionately rub against in yet another small display of affection, before eventually slipping away. 

Swiss practically trampled both Mountain and Dewdrol with the force of his kisses. Greedily sucking and biting any available skin that hadn’t already been claimed by Aether or Rain. His fangs gently digging into the small plush of Dewdrop’s bottom lip and shaking his head slightly, causing the fire ghoul to huff over a stack of smoke from his amusement. Although, enough was enough, and Dewdrop was a bit slow to finally tap the space of his tail against Swiss’ cheek. Savoring the warmth of the multi ghoul’s body, but growing a bit antsy at his feverish nips and kisses. 

“You’re looking quite lovely, little droplet.” A soft, velvety voice puffed out from behind Dewdrop, causing the fire ghoul to shift in his comfortable spot so he could crane his head and sneak a peak of who he knew was standing casually in his doorway. 

Cirrus — fuck — she was a sight for sore eyes, if one was to put it lightly. She looked absolutely delicious posing in the doorway as she was, and yet somehow still managed to make Dewdrop feel like the prey and not the predator. She was bare expect for a tasteful black frilled bra, pushed down to expose the very tops of her breasts and allowing Dewdrop to salivate over the pierced nipples just barely trapped between all the lace and frills. A delicate claw was currently pinching and twisting the beautiful decoration as much as she could. Her piercings were much more unique and decorative than Dewdrop’s boring old rings and barbells were; the air’s sin choosing to decorate her nipples with piercings that made it look like small halos enveloping her chest in a blasphemous light, or even a pair that had small chains already attached for when Cirrus was in a certainly frisky mood. Her own hand was dipped deep between her concupiscent thighs, the soft opalescent skin there already shining and damp with her slick. The strap on harness that carried Dewdrop’s ‘ treat’ was loosened just enough to remain pooling around her thighs, the dildo attached bobbing whenever she moved a certain way; inviting. Her buried hand was moving in slow, small circles; not enough for her to reach her own climax, but just enough for her pussy to remain gleaming and aroused; the thick scent of her interest invading Dewdrop’s nose in all the best ways possible. 

“Hey, baby.” She purred, removing her hand from her clit, but spreading her legs just enough to show Dewdrop what he might be able to indulge in. Her claws reaching around her thighs to properly readjust the harness dangling there by some unholy miracle, the straps now tightened properly and everything back in place under Cirrus’ expertise. 

“Hi, mommy.” And, wow, Dewdrop must be far fucking gone if he just croaked that out with no shame or self-doubt. Hell yeah. 

Cirrus chirped in satisfaction, clearly please at Dewdrop’s response as she waltzed her way over to the bed, tail and hips swaying in near sync. It was unfair, honestly, how effortlessly put together the air ghoulette seemed to be. 

“I’m sorry it took me so long to come back to you, baby boy,” she crooned with a tilt of her head, “I wanted to keep Sunny and Cumulus updated. They’ve been worried about you too, baby, I hope you know that. They want a day of you all to themselves, now. And, of course, that escalated into having to keep our dear Papa in the loop as well. But, I’m glad to see that you have been very well taken care of in the meantime.” Dewdrop nodded dumbly as Cirrus made her slow and sultry advancements towards the bed, a warm flush overtaking his body at the reminder of just how many individuals he’s gone and worried, idly watching as Cirrus predatory gaze blatantly raked over his sweaty body, eyeing the point of connection between Dewdrop and Mountain. 

But, Cirrus’ soft chuckles quickly stopped that train of thought. 

“I’m sure you can imagine how.. interesting my little chat with our Papa was.” She laughed, propping one knee up on the bed in a clear display meant to show off. “The poor man kept glancing up and down my body; making eye contact with me one minute, and then staring down my hard cock the next.” She moaned, one hand grabbing a fistful of the dildo’s base. “I think he knew what we were up to, Dew. I think he knew exactly who I was coming back to fuck.” 

Dewdrop moaned, the inside of his mouth suddenly became very dry and he took a silly moment to wonder if he’d accidentally evaporated all of his saliva with his magick. 

“Baby boy, I think it’s time I gave you your reward for letting us take such good care of you.” 

Ooh, and that was the thing, wasn’t it. Cirrus’ cock. The dildo was predominantly pink, with some hints of black and red and green from whatever materials the company had originally cured with. It was… large, yes, almost as large as Mountain’s own cock. But, perhaps, the thing(s) that made it so special; what made Dewdrop crave it and request it on days where he just need all of his self doubts and anxieties just carefully fucked out of his poor overworked brain is the textures. The toy itself was slightly waved, the model that was used to make it almost looked like an incredibly monstrous combination between a tentacle and a tongue. It tapered off slightly, and there were even a faux pair of balls crafted towards the base; how thoughtful. But! The most important thing was how it felt dragging through every inch of Dewdrop’s insides. It had quite a few different mind-boggling textures: small barbs towards the base of the toy that gradually upgraded to scale-like rivulets towards the middle and underside that ended with numerous sucker-like orbs surrounding the tip. The base was also much, much thicker than the tip, and on Dewdrop’s really off days, he could pretend it was the warmth of an inflated knot. Needless to say, Dewdrop saved this particular toy for more… special escapades. 

Dewdrop shifted in his current seat upon Mountain’s lap, the weight of his still very much present knot making the fire ghoul let out a small whimper at the pressure. 

“Mhmm, you still want this, baby?” Cirrus purred, wagging the toy slightly with the grip she had on its base. “If you’re too tired, I can always just suck you off before we all get ready for bed. We can always fuck around with this thing a little later; no pressure.” 

Dewdrop glanced down at his own lap. Even though he had already cum two — three — times throughout the night, his cycle kept his cheeks flushed, mind hazy, and his dick was still flagging strong; bobbing incessantly against his abdomen. Luckily, it looked nowhere near as painful as it used to, he wasn’t even fully erect despite how much it might’ve felt like the opposite with the horny death grip this delayed cycle was having on him. With a muted groan, Dewdrop nodded his head softly. Cirrus smiled, scooching her way fully on the bed so she could join everyone else. 

That silicone treat bobbed right before Dewdrop’s mouth, the pink material brushing softly over his lips. Dewdrop sighed as he opened his mouth further, swiping his tongue over his fangs in an obscene motion, Cirrus taking this golden opportunity to gently roll her hips in further and watched as Dewdrop’s lips sealed around her cock. 

“Ooh, yes, I just love watching you wrap those pretty little lips of yours around my dick.” Cirrus moaned, a dainty pair of claws reaching up to gently grasp at Dewdrop’s sharp horn, carefully guiding his mouth and tongue. “You always do such a good job. Getting my big cock in your small little mouth, making sure it’s nice and wet so I can just plunge into your ass and love you into goddamn oblivion, yes—“

Cirrus continued to languidly roll her hips into Dewdrop’s loving tongue for a few more thrusts before holding the fire ghoul in place by his horns, slowly dragging her cock out of his mouth with a prolonged moan. Dewdrop sighed as the comforting weight in his mouth disappeared, leaning forward, however, to press a cheeky kiss to the tip of the silicone. The air’s sin chuckled fondly at Dewdrop’s antics, leaning in again to lightly slap Dewdrop’s cheek with the weight of the toy. 

“Good boy.” She laughed, a hand reaching up to play with the long, damp locks that were splattered over his shoulders, kept there by the sheer amount of sweat Dewdrop had burned off. “Mounty, how are you doing?” 

Mountain grumbled at the thought of having to leave the intoxicating warmth that was Dewdrop, his cool forehead pressing down against the nap of the fire ghoul’s marked neck, his arms tightening around that small waist. 

“To be honest, I’ve been soft and deflated for a while now,” was the muffled voice, “I just didn’t wanna pull out.” 

Dewdrop whimpered at the confession, his body subconsciously rolling against the base of Mountain’s cock, true to the earth ghoul’s word, his knot now gone and the pressure centralized against his tight hole was gone. From somewhere behind them, he could hear Rain give a sultry chuckle and Swiss’ unfiltered, unashamed boisterous laughter. 

“‘S that all, big guy?” He laughed, Aether quickly hitting him on the back of the head for that. “I mean, c’mon! There’s three of us over here!”

“Yeah, I know.” Mountain grumbled with a near audible roll of his eyes. “But, none of you are as warm as Dew. He’s just so perfect and comfortable wrapped around my dick like this.” 

And, yes, Dewdrop knows that Mountain doesn’t mean this in a sexy, dirty talk kind of way. But the fire’s sin cannot help the way his dick kicks helplessly in the balmy air. The arousal steadily burning in his abdomen once more with a hot flick of his tail. 

“I can—“ Dewdrop had to forcibly clear his throat, not at all intended for his voice to sound so broken and soft, “I mean, I can always cockwarm you again, Mounty. I, uh, I kinda like this too. A little.” Dewdrop huffed, a small plume of smoke accidentally being blown in Mountain’s face from his embarrassment. 

But the earth ghoul took it in stride, going so far as to visibly inhale the toxic cloud, groaning loudly as he exhaled. That was… kinda, maybe, just a little , hot.

“It’s a date.” He growled. “I’m going to carve a place in your body especially for me.” 

“It’s a promise.” 

With a slow kiss, Mountain unwrapped his long, strong arms from Dewdrop’s little waist. The claws there softly digging into Dewdrop’s skin, lifting him up and off of his soft cock with a wet ‘plop’ . From the, uh, position of Dewdrop’s body now being… well, upright… combined with the removal of Mountain’s cock, a small gush of combined bodily fluids came rushing out, the copious amounts of both Swiss’ and Mountain’s spend — and even a bit of Dewdrop’s natural arousal — quickly became tacky against both Dewdrop and Mountain’s thighs. 

“Oh, fuck—“ 

Cirrus and Aether moaned loudly at the sight, Swiss fucking howled, Rain made a low hum, and both Dewdrop and Mountain simply stared at the sticky puddles of cum that just splattered against their skin. 

“Unholy lord below—“ Mountain breathed in deeply, his soft dick no longer looking so soft and uninterested, “we are doing this again, little flame lily.” 

Mountain wrapped his fingers around Dewdrop’s neck, pulling him in for a much more filthy, sloppy kiss. Drool slipped from Dewdrop’s lips as Mountain pulled away with a hungry look in his eyes, before inevitably moving back on the bed to join the others ghoul who were ready to eagerly devour the earth’s sin. Cirrus was there to catch Dewdrop when he faltered from the intensity of the kiss, cooing sweet nothings into his ear and petting at his burning horns. 

“Ohh, baby,” she whispers, nipping at his ear just enough to feel the skin tug, “how do you want me?”

Dewdrop thinks about this for a good minute or two. His brain wants Cirrus to fuck him into the oblivion she so kindly promised, hard and fast and just how Dewdrop craves it . His heart, however, still so clouded by pride and clearly unnecessary doubts, wants to push her away and kick his beloved packmates out. Set the bed on fire and hope no one comes knocking on his door because no one should have to see a spawn of hell — a ghoul, a sin of fire, a lead guitarist, Dewdrop — beg and keen for the love and affection of others so needily. His body absolutely wants Cirrus! Needs her! But the ache in his thighs is growing stronger and Dewdrop thinks his voice might burn itself out if he keeps screaming the way he is, and he already feels so deliciously filled and loved and craved. Dewdrop wants to keep going — really, he does — and he wants to please Cirrus and maybe even put on a bit of show for the others if he can muster up the energy. Dewdrop wants to feel Cirrus’ hips collide with his fevered skin, wants to feel her lust and love wedge its way in his skin, wants to feel her body slide so elegant against his own; he needs to feel her existence clash against his own, like a gust of powerful air igniting a dampened flame.

“I—“ He exhales, his voice still so uncharacteristically soft and compliant as he turns in Cirrus’ loose grasp. Ocean wave blue sheepishly meeting stark warm gray. “I want you inside me. Err, obviously— But, I want to be in control. Could… could I ride you, mommy?”

Cirrus cooes and trills and Dewdrop worries the skin encasing his vessel would suddenly combust with how the blush is deepening like a wildfire across his cheeks. 

“Of course, my sweet baby boy!” Cirrus trills, rubbing the tip of her nose vehemently against Dewdrop’s searing skin. “How could I possibly refuse you when you ask your mommy so nicely?” 

Dewdrop can’t resist the urge to cover his face with an equally burning hot hand, his tail flopping timidly beside him just by Cirrus’ thigh. She gives a soft chuckle at his bashfulness, her arms unwinding themselves from his body, as her own long tail brushes against Dewdrop’s in reconciliation. The forever ruined sheets dip just beside the fire’s sin, and Dewdrop twists to find that Cirrus has flipped herself around beside him, her arms winding backwards to gently remove her bra. Dewdrop watches with lidded eyes as the entirety of Cirrus’ chest comes into full view, falling perfectly against the plush skin of her abdomen, haloed nipples shining bright in the light of Dewdrop’s arousal. Cirrus shifts a bit more, her feet barely meeting the edge of the bed as her luscious hair fans out on the sheets behind her, the strands almost ironically pointing towards the other huddled ghouls at the heat of the bed, still tangled into each other but watching with keen eyes. 

“Mhmm, come here, baby.” Cirrus purrs out, an arm outstretched and perfectly manicured claws extended in his direction. 

Dewdrop nods — stupidly, perhaps — paused in his moment of adoration for Cirrus’… well, everything. It takes a moment for his brain to reboot before he’s scrambling against the bedsheets to get up on his knees and waddle his way over. Outstretching his neck like a cat towards a waiting hand, Dewdrop brushes the heat of his cheeks against Cirrus’ outstretched palm with closed eyes and a pure rumbling forward in his bruised throat. 

Cirrus wastes no time in cupping his cheek and bringing him closer still, her tail sliding in serpentine patterns behind her. Dewdrops stumbles a bit in his haste to straddle Cirrus’ perfect thighs, her cock lying flaccid against her thigh. Leaning back with a hand on the opposite thigh, Dewdrop grabs the toy and rightens it, lining it up with his own abused hole. He pauses, glancing up at Cirrus reclining back on both forearms almost lazily, asking for permission. 

“Go ahead, little flame. Ignite yourself with my love for you.”

So, as all good boys want to do, Dewdrop did as he was told and began to sink himself onto the silicon toy. 

With a low moan, Dewdrop squeezed his eyes shut, his thighs tensing up as he fully seated himself on the thick girth of the toy, his tail lightly coiling around Cirrus’ ankle without him realizing. With his ass pressed flush against the balls, Dewdrop shifted himself so he now leaned forward a bit more, his fingers spread wide over Cirrus’ soft belly as a means to steady himself. Sathanas below, the feeling of her dick inside him was blasphemous; heavenly. The barbs and ribs of the shaft was rubbing every inch of his inner self in the most sinful ways, and the tapered tip was resting so close to his prostrate it was almost maddening.

“Oh, fucking perfect—“ Cirrus moaned as she watched Dewdrop impale himself on her gift, the thick scent of her continued arousal wafting towards Dewdrop’s own nose by an invinsible breeze. “You’re such a good boy, such a perfect little boy. Impaling himself on my cock, and allowing me to take such good fucking care of him. You feel so good around me, baby, so warm, mhmmm—“

Dewdrop exhaled a shaky cloud of smoke, slowly bringing himself up on his knees, feeling the small texture quills and bristles drag against his rim exquisitely. Pulling himself slowly up until just the tapered head was still seated inside him. With an inhale, Dewdrop dropped himself down once more, relishing in the erotic feeling of the dildo dragging across his insides. It always took a bit of extra time to get used to the feeling of this particular version of Cirrus’ cock, the ghoulette mercifully allowing him the small adjustment period. Even Cumulus, always so intent on mounting Dewdrop and fucking him hard and fast like a tropical storm, was always kind enough to give the fire ghoul that moment of adjustment. Probably because they knew how hard it could sometimes be to adapt to such a wildly different thing, having used it on each other and their third partner in crime so often. 

So, here they laid, with Dewdrop inching his way up and down the silicone toy at a snail’s pace — occasionally pausing to reach between his legs and adjust the shaft of a barb or a sucker got caught on his puckered rim a certain way — and with Cirrus’ hands having traveled to grasp at his thighs, not pulling or pushing; just a loving reminder to take his time. The distinct sound of skin slapping against skin rattled with familiarity against his ears, accompanied by the side of his beloved ghouls enjoying the company of each other. 

“That’s it, yesss, my beautiful baby boy. Ahhh, fuck— Always burning so bright for me, always taking my cock so well. Lucifer below, fucking look at you, so perfect; so good at taking what I give you. Goddamn, yeah, yeah, use my cock as you want, baby. I just wanna watch you work yourself; watch you be such a perfect little baby boy—“

Dewdrop moaned, gravelly and low, as he shifted his position again; twisting his arms towards his back to grab at Cirrus’ thick thighs. The fire’s sin started to pick up the pace, the new angle ensuring that the heavy tip of Cirrus’ cock was hitting that special spot inside him every single goddamn time; a slew of screams and high-pitched trills erupting from his marked throat. His own cock bobbing with every increasingly quick thrust, and his tail subconsciously constricting around Cirrus’ ankle in time with his bouncing. Mercifully — fuck, she’s always so good to him — one of Cirrus’ hands removed themselves from the welts and bruises she was pressing into Dewdrop’s thighs, instead opting to tend to his burning arousal. She wrapped her dainty hand around the base of his cock, gently squeezing before starting to pump his shaft in earnest, the air’s sin perfectly timing her movements with the lace Dewdrop had set. 

“Oh sweet Lucifer below, fuck yess— baby, baby — fuck, Dew — you’re taking me so well, yes, yes, you are. Does it feel good? Is my cock making your arousal burn brighter? Will your beautiful ass clench around me as your arousal explodes? Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes— Baby, Dew, how does my dick feel brushing up against your walls, hmm? Do you think I could stay here? Like Mountain wanted? Just keep you here forever, with my dick buried so deep inside you — yes, yes — I think you’d want that, yeah, I do. Fuck, I’d just make you cum over and over, and then I’d just keep going; love seeing your fucked out face, yes. Sathanas, you make my pussy so wet for you, baby, yeah—“

And, oh— That certainly gave Dewdrop an idea. 

Uncoiling his tail from Cirrus’ ankle, the lithe mass of it twisted underneath the skillfully tied straps connecting the harness to Cirrus’ soft skin. The space of his tail managed to work its way underneath the straps, pressing its thickness against Cirrus’ clit. With practiced skill, Dewdrop managed to control the quick swiping circles of his tail against Cirrus’ slick cunt, while continuing to fuck himself silly on her cock. 

“ Fuck!” Cirrus yelped at the sudden pressure, her claws digging in for a brief moment and he hand stalled in her jerking. “B-baby, baby, wh-what are — mhmm, shit! — what are you doing…?”

“W-wanna make you cum, mommy. A-ahhm, wanna — shit! — wanna make you feel good a-an’ love you.” Dewdrop moaned, throwing his head back as the toy fully rammed into his sweet spot. “Wanna— wanna apologize.” 

Somehow, through all the moaning and the praising, Cirrus found the oxygen to hum thoughtfully. Her predatory gaze raking up and down Dewdrop’s wholly marked body.

“Yeah?”

Dewdrop nodded, his eyes bearing a hole into his ceiling as he can feel the pressure building in his abdomen, his pace increasing in speed and growing somewhat sloppy. 

“Yes, yes, yes, mommy—“

“You wanna cum?” Her own stroking pace increases, still peering up at Dewdrop through impossibly long eyelashes.

“M-mhm, yeah—“

“Baby, if you’re gonna cum, you have to look at me—“ there was sharp slap to Dewdrop’s thigh, “you want to apologize to mommy, right?”

Dewdrop shuddered out a sigh, somehow managing to make eye contact with Cirrus even amongst all the other hundred things it felt like his body was doing at that moment. 

“Good boy.” She purred, her strokes picking up to a near breakneck pace, Dewdrop almost screaming in the process. “You gonna cum? You can now, if you want. Mommy’s got you.”

The fire ghoul whimpered as he nodded, quickening both his furring against Cirrus’ cock and his tail’s rubbing over her erect clit. 

“Yeah, yeah. You can cum, I know you want to. Arched so perfect on mommy’s cock, fucking my clit just right, yeah. I want you to cum Dewdrop. I want to see you paint my tummy and my titties white, do you understand? I want you to release all over my body, baby.” Shit, Cirrus started flicking her wrist sharply as she worked Dewdrop’s approaching arousal. “You can do it, baby. Be a good boy, I know you can, yeah? So cum. Fucking bust all over me, Dew.” 

Cirrus’ words always had their own individual magick to them, making Dewdrop do whatever the fuck she wanted. This time was no different. Just as she commanded it, Dewdrop’s entire body seized; his back arched impossibly tight, his thighs tensed up, his mouth dropped open as the most obscene moan fell past his lips, and his tail paused its rubbing in his moment of release. His dick bobbed harshly in Cirrus’ relentless grasp, twitching dramatically a few times before finally erupting. Just as his mommy wanted, Dewdrop’s cock shot out huge ropes of cum. The splats of white spurted all over his thighs and Cirrus’ abdomen, some going so far as to shoot up towards Cirrus’ titties, splattering all over her nipples. 

Cirrus moaned as she watched Dewdrop work himself through his release on her dick, her own hand following suit as it continued to stroke the fire ghoul’s finally softening cock, albeit at a much more relaxed pace. Still, his cock continued to spurt out weak spurts, hot drops of cum cooling on Cirrus’ skin. Dewdrop’s tail thrashed between Cirrus’ thighs, his own thighs and abdomen quivering as Cirrus’ hand steadily worked him over. 

“Fuck… shit… ahh, mommy, Cirrus—“ Dewdrop mumbled, his hands now simply kneading into her plush skin. 

Cirrus beamed up at him with the brightest smile he’s ever seen, the intensity of it making him squint his eyes in his post-nut clarity. Eyeing her flushed cheeks, her breasts following the rise and fall of her chest with quickened movements, and feeling the damp slickness on the tip of his tail once again aided in his genius sexy ideas. 

“Cirrus—“ she quirked a perfect eyebrow up at him, “ sorry, mommy? Could I eat you out? …please?”

“You may.” She sighed. “But, I’m not gonna last long, baby.”

Dewdrop nodded, his hands tightening around Cirrus’ thighs as he lifted himself up and off of her soaked cock, a thick string of his own slick connecting his well-used hole and the tip. He gasped at the sudden prolonged emptiness — he has been properly filled for the last, what? Hour and a half? Hundred years? Whichever. — but finding the strength in his legs to scoot down her legs just enough for the fire’s sin to lean forward and inhale the charming scent of the ghoulette’s own arousal. 

“‘S fine,” Dewdrop breathed against her folds, his nose nuzzling into the patch of nearly trimmed hair, “jus’ wanna make sure you finish. ‘S only fair; I feel good, you hav’ta feel good, too, mommy.”

Cirrus wasn’t kidding. His tail really did a good job of working her up, as it only took a broad stroke of his forked tongue and a few particularly harsh ducks of her hard clit for the air’s sin to jump off the pinnacle herself. Both of her hands had made their way into his tangled hair, one particular claw scraping at the edge of his horn as she came. Cirrus shouted, her legs momentarily clamping around his head — not that you’d find Dewdrop complaining. He fucking worships those thighs on a nightly basis. — as her abdomen and thighs spawned, her release squirting all over Dewdrop’s face. 

The grip the air ghoulette had on those long silver locks softened momentarily, the palms of her callused hands gently rubbing at Dewdrop’s horns and forehead as a multitude of praises whispered past her dampened lips. Exhausted, Dewdrop simply purred, leaning down to rest his burning cheek against the chilled skin of her hip, the plush flesh there more than inviting as he pressed lazy kisses into the skin beneath him. 

 There was a rustle of fabric behind him, and after blacking out for what must’ve been at least thirty blissful minutes, both Swiss and Rain were attending to them with dampened wash clothes and greedy tongues. Swiss spent a good minute or two just sniffing at Dewdrop’s cheeks and whatever was leftover or Cirrus’ slick that he hadn’t already picked up or accidentally transferred elsewhere. The washcloths they used was relatively soft, somewhat winged around the edges, but it served its current purpose quite well. Dewdrop’s purrs only grew louder as the warmth of the cloth gently dappled here and there to wipe up the sweat and grime and leftover cum that had found its way somehow on his body. 

It was nice; being taken care of and adored in this forbidden way. 

“C’mon, little droplet,” Rain had murmured against the shell of his wonderfully abused ear, “don’t fall asleep on us just yet, we wanna cuddle with you.”

And, oh, well, how could he refuse? 

Very sluggishly, and with Rain’s constant assistance, Dewdrop managed to slide himself up towards the head of his forever ruined bed, immediately dropping himself next to Mountain and Aether who had to… take care of themselves. 

Cirrus flopped down behind him, immediately wrapping the smaller ghoul up her arms tightly to press lazy kisses all over his sore shoulders and back. It felt as though she was making up for lost time, and, either way, Dewdrop was just glad she had come back after seeing him so needy and pathetic. 

“Stop it.” Aether murmured in front of him, his claws gently brushing against his still flushed cheeks with a fond shine in his eyes. “We all fuck you within an inch of your life, and you still have enough brain cells to doubt yourself?“

Dewdrop cracked an exhausted eye open, glaring at the quintessence ghoul before him and wondering how— Ah. Quintessence. Yeah, that explains it. 

“‘S hard.” Dewdrop mumbled, an inked arm snatching Aether’s hand away from his cheek, lacing their fingers together instead before flipping back onto his pillow. 

“We know, my flame lily.” Mountain sighed from behind Aether, a long and lanky arm reaching out to press both Aether and Dewdrop — and by extension, Cirrus — closer towards his own body. The claw of his thumb gently brushing mysterious patterns into Dewdrop’s hip bones. 

“Ya gotta trust us more often, Dew, honestly.” Swiss mumbled, currently wiggling himself in between Aether and Dewdrop’s bodies, much to the quintessence ghoul’s mile annoyance. 

“‘S not just that…” The fire ghoul mumbled weakly, unlacing his fingers from Aether’s to make more room for Swiss, quickly amending the situation by gesturing for Aether to bring his arm over the multi ghoul’s chest, and reconnecting their handhold. “I dunno how to explain it.”

“It’s alright, droplet.” Rain sighs, comfortable with settling behind Cirrus’ back and wrapping his arms around her middle. “Some days, your inner flame simply burns less than it does other days. It happens to all of us, and sometimes our cycles simply amplify those emotions. It’s okay.” Cirrus humms against his neck in agreement. 

There was a sharp slap as someone must’ve whacked Swiss’ thigh with their tail, causing the multiphase sin to yelp (and Dewdrop to chuckle). 

“Rainey’s right, though.” Swiss mumbled, shifting so he might burrow his face into Dewdrop’s abdomen, his arms wrapping around one of his thighs and simply squeezing. “It’s okay to not be your usual shitty little gremlin self. But, it’s also okay to ask us for help. Especially the horny kind of help.” 

Dewdrop could physically feel the shit-eating grin that was plastered on Swiss’ face, and the fire’s sin couldn’t help but let out an exhausted chuckle at the larger ghoul’s usual antics. 

“You’re right.” He sighed, and, woah, that doesn’t happen often. But, Dewdrop is also very comfortable, very blissed out and fucked-out. So, forgive him if his tongue is a little looser than normal. “I guess, for whatev’a reason, I guess sometimes I’m… uh, well, afraid.”

And he holds his breath, the feeling of drowning in scalding water coming back as his throat suddenly clenches around nothing and his vocal chords start to fail him. There’s hot tears forming at the corners of his eyes, and Dewdrop thinks that maybe if he squeezes his eyes tight enough, the tears might somehow retract back into his skin. 

There’s silence in the room, and Dewdrop needlessly worries that maybe he somehow fucked it all up. Again. 

“…how?” Cirrus asks from behind him, her arms tightening around him almost protectively.

He can feel Swiss shift closer, feel Aether’s handhold tighten and Mountain’s claw halt its  tracing in favor of his whole hand simply resting on Dewdrop’s hip, and he can feel Rain shift closer while his tail absently traces the bones of his ankles. 

“That… that maybe, one day, you won’t burn with me—“

“Nonsense.” Aether’s voice is suddenly booming in his ears as he cuts off the smaller ghoul’s confession, his hands dragging Dewdrop’s inked arm closer and pressing a lingering kiss on his scorching knuckles. 

“I know I’ve said it before, Dew,” Mountain sighed, although not sounding annoyed,maybe just tired, “but we do enjoy playing with fire.” 

“Ohoho, very much so!” Swiss chuckled, his laugh sending vibrations bouncing inside Dewdrop’s bones and into his heart. “Especially my favorite little bundle of embers, always such fun to tease and rile up. Some days I just want to whisk him away and lavish him with all the ignition he could ever want. Keep him burning bright and fierce for eternity.”  

(And Dewdrop would’ve cried again at the words and even at the corresponding noises of agreement all around him, but he’s pretty sure the tears are already falling. Strange, he doesn’t feel very much of a need to cover them up.)

“I suppose that’s fitting for us.” Rain purrs, his tail still wrapping content it around Dewdrop’s leg. “We are hellspawn after all.”

Cirrus nuzzles impossibly deeper into the nape of his clammy neck with a grin and a purr. “Indeed! Hellspawn such as us were crafted from the pits of hell. Very fitting that we shall all burn together as well, haha!” 

And Dewdrop decided, in that very moment, that the growing warmth nestled deep within his organs was not simply the usual string heat from lust and desire; but a comforting heat from charm and adoration. Of setting a wildfire off together, and running through the woods as they burn. Of seeing the embers spark, and igniting it to burn stronger. Of watching, and being seen in return. The comforting burn of love was scorching deep within his vessel. 

“Let us burn together then.” Dewdrop whispered into the pillow beneath him, and melted forever more at the purrs of agreement all around him.