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It'd been two days since Papa V Perpetua had been allowed to summon his very own ghoul. Haze, as they'd tentatively started calling her, had turned out to be a gifted little thing. Full of potential and happy to learn. This first period of her time on Earth would be spent exploring, bonding with her packmates and figuring out who she wanted to be.
In reality this often just meant watching people as they worked, occasionally launching a barrage of questions at them. Other members of the clergy would call it "being a nosy little pain in the ass." Perpetua just thought those people had lost sight of the whimsy in the world. This was a whole new being, discovering the world all on her own! How could people not see the beauty in that?
He looked at the pile of ghouls laying in front of the fireplace on the other side of their lounge. Yes, when he looked at Haze he could only see the beauty of Satan's creation. Sodo held up a snowglobe for her to inspect, and her eyes went wide as he shook it for her. She reached out grey fingers covered in short soft fur, but chitters and thrills erupted from the pile when Sodo accidentally dropped the thing and it rolled away.
Perpetua smiled and went back to his notes. Writing songs was tough work, but it wasn't so bad with his friends around.
The evening wore on and before long it was time to call it a day. He put his papers away and stretched, joints popping. Haze followed the movement with her eyes. She'd learned a lot today. Her pack told her about all sorts of wonderful things. The moment she arrived in this place, they'd started explaining and showing her all their favourite things. And now, they said, she knew enough to do their number one most beloved thing without making mistakes or upsetting their Papa. She was ready.
Haze stood up lithely. She couldn't deny the butterflies in her stomach now. Her tail lashed from left to right. Her friends wished her luck, nuzzling her face and telling her she was going to do great, before leaving her alone with Papa. He seemed deep in thought as he put his desk back in order after a day of work. She took a deep breath and walked up to him.
"Papa?" He looked up at her and smiled. She liked his smile. It made her feel nice.
"What is it, my darling?" Perpetua asked. He saw now that the rest of the ghouls had already left. Her body language betrayed a certain amount of nervousness. This must be important, then.
She decided to just be direct about it. She hadn't really figured out how to talk any other way yet.
"The others told me about sex. Do you want to have sex with me?"
He certainly needed a second to process that as his brain rebooted. What?
"They said it was lots of fun!" she added.
Physically, Perpetua stood frozen, mouth open. Mentally, he cheered from the bottom of his heart. He understood now. Truth was, he'd been wondering why none of his ghouls had asked for sex yet. He'd heard so many stories of how sexually active the past Papas had been with their ghouls. He'd starting to wonder if those stories were all lies. But now he an inkling that the other ghouls had waited for his summoned ghoul to get the first taste.
Whatever the case, it was finally happening. He'd been planning on doing a jigsaw puzzle in his pajamas before going to sleep but that plan instantly got slammed into the trash and replaced with 'make all your fantasies come true'. Most of the blood in his body rushed to his dick, and he had to brace himself on the desk to keep standing.
He tried his best to grin without seeming too unhinged. Right, she'd posted a question, so he should probably answer that now. "Yes! Yes it is. Will be. Fun. Let's do it."
Haze gave a happy sound and skipped over to him. "Yes! I'm so happy. They said humans don't always want to, and that if someone says no you absolutely have to do no when it comes to sex." She wagged a finger as she said it.
Perpetua nodded. "Yes, very good. Did they also tell you that during the sex people can say no, too?"
Haze tilted her head and touched his hair experimentally. "Yep! And that I can say no as well." His hair was less fluffy than she'd imagined, but the hair gel he used still gave it a fun texture. She decided she liked it.
He answered her by caressing her waist. "Full marks for you, top student." Her skin was soft and plush, and slightly colder than a human's would be. He glanced at her with what he knew would be a dark look. "Now, how should I reward you?"
Haze felt a shiver go through her. Oh, she thought, now I get it. "Uhm."
He picked her up easily and put her on the desk. She chirped in surprise, but it soon turned into a moan as his mouth found her hers.
Don't hit your teeth, don't bump noses, tilt your head just like so... They fit together better than she'd expected after all those instructions she'd received. Her Papa hummed against her lips, and embraced her so that they were chest to chest. Suddenly she was more annoyed at the human urge to clothe themselves than she'd ever expected to be. But those thoughts left her quickly as he flicked out a tongue.
She opened her mouth and Perpetua dove in. She tasted smoky, like fireworks, and the inside of her mouth felt almost as if it were slightly electrified. Haze moaned into him, kiss going sloppy and open-mouthed. She got into the rhythm quickly. His hot mouth and tongue was all she could think about. It felt like he was tainting her with his colours, his essence. She wanted more. Just making out wasn't enough. Just then, his fingers found her breast again, and he gave it a good squeeze. Haze frowned, unsure of what to make of the sensation.
"Not much of a fan of that, huh?" He nibbled at her lip. She groaned. "That's okay, we'll find other things you like." He licked the pad of his thumb and swiped at her nipple. She opened her eyes to look at him, eyelids heavy.
"And what do you like, then?" Perpetua opened his mouth to respond, but then her hand found his crotch and squeezed lightly. His eyes went wide at the feeling of her fingers on him, and he chuckled.
"Pretty ballsy for a first timer, aren't you?"
She beamed at him. "I'm a top student after all."
Man, what did he do to deserve this beautiful, funny, bold creature under him? He nuzzled the crook of her neck to hide his smile.
He breathed deep, taking in her scent, and retreated, looking down at the mess he'd already made of her. She looked up at him, blinking slowly. She was already lightly panting, his papal facepaint all over her mouth. He liked it. He wanted to leave more marks, he decided.
"Well then," she buzzed. "What next? Are you going to taste me again?"
That sounded like the perfect idea, actually. He latched onto her neck, nibbling and sucking. She groaned, a sound that seemed to come from the bottom of her very being. Her tail came up to coil around his leg. His pants had never felt tighter before.
"Ngh, Papa!" Those sounds... Haze was awfully vocal, and he was not complaining. And her taste... Oh lord, he'd never tasted something this satisfying. He sucked lightly, and the flesh gave to the suction perfectly. The feel of his teeth scraping over soft, pliable skin almost drove him mad with desire. He felt it all over his body, like bursts of light filling his body. His cock throbbed. He needed those pants off, now.
"Fuck." He retreated from her neck to loosen the ties on his pants with both hands. Haze whined as he left her. Who'd decided lace-up pants were a good idea? And he couldn't see anything in this light, damn!
Slender fingers replaced his as Haze picked up on what he was doing. He undid the buttons on his shirt as her clever fingers made quick work of his pants.
"I want," Haze stammered as she finally undid the pants and slid them down. "I want... Oh." His briefs followed and his cock bounced out, heavy and stiff. He was already leaking so much, and the head was red and oh so sensitive. The moment it hit the cool air he hissed, breathing in deep to calm himself.
"It's so..." Haze started, but Perpetua needed to continue what he was doing right here and now, damnit. His mouth found her breast and he lapped at it, covering it with spit. The other nipple he pinched gently. Haze squirmed. Groaning softly, her hands ghosted all over his shoulders before returning to bury her fingers in his hair, mindful of the mask still on his face. He closed his lips around the nipple and sucked it into his mouth. She cried out, fingers stiffening on his head. "What- Papa?" she asked, confused.
He let go of the nub to bring his face close to hers. "That felt good, huh?" he asked quietly.
She nodded frantically. "Can you do it again?"
Who was he to refuse? He suckled and licked at the other nipple. Her sharp nails scratched at his head, tingling going up his scalp. She sighed happily, tail abandoned and for once dangling bonelessly over the edge of the desk. His fingers ghosting over her body, leaving trails of sensation behind as Haze squeeked and thrilled her delight. It felt so good, a sensation she'd never felt before. She didn't think her body could feel like this. So hot, like there was something inside of her trying to get out. There was something she wanted, something she needed. A pressure at her cunt she wanted released. She palmed at it, slipping a finger between her folds and feeling herself. It felt nice, she supposed, but she bet her Papa knew more about what to do. She tugged on her Papa's hair, unlatching him from her breast, and looked at him, still breathless.
"I need you," she said. Perpetua's eyes lit up. He took his penis in his hand, head spinning. Haze laughed and put a hand on his chest to stop him. "Slow down," she giggled. She took his hand and put it on her cunt. "There. Show me how to do it."
"Oh," Perpetua said dumbly. "Uh, okay. Here we go." Haze huffed out a smile. To her surprise, he didn't insert any fingers right away. Instead he palmed the area right above while kissing her neck. It felt good, comforting. She whined and pushed his head away.
"I can't see." Perpetua nosed her shoulder and laughed.
"Gotta see everything, right? So you know how to replicate it later?" He stroked her thigh with the other hand.
"Yeah," she sighed. He went silent. He had actually been joking, but the thought of her trying to remember what he'd done was a heady one indeed. He imagined her thinking back to how his fingers had felt, how he'd moved them, which spots he'd touched... He groaned. He shot a look at her. Did she know what that did to him? Haze was focused solely on watching his hand on her, the cutest little frown on her face. So serious.
He moved on to her labia, and found her already sopping wet. Wetter than normal, actually. Was it because she was a ghoul? He filed that information away and tried out a bite on her shoulder to see what she'd do. Haze convulsed, grabbing at his arms.
"Ngh, Papa!" He licked the bite and watched her to gauge her reaction.
"Good?"
"Yes, yes, yes," she sighed, briefly shutting her eyes before remembering she wanted to see everything. Haze's shoulder had tasted good, but he really wished his mouth was somewhere else right now. He could feel how soft she was down there, and how swollen and hard her clit was. He really, really wanted to know what she tasted like. He was already practically salivating at the thought. But he'd promised to show her how to finger herself. Let's get this over with.
Papa started massaging her clit. Sparks flew in Haze's vision. It felt a bit like when Mountain or Rain scratched her behind her ears, but very different. Or maybe a little bit like Cirrus' foot massages... Ugh, it was just very good. That little bundle of nerves was all she needed right now. Her back arched and she involuntarily closed her legs, pressing his hand closer against her. She'd noticed that talking distracted her from the sensations, but she just had to let herself be heard.
"Don't stop!"
She could feel his grin against her shoulder where he was mouthing her skin, occasionally nibbling at it. He gently pried open her legs and increased the pressure himself, also pressing down on her pubic mount as he went.
His pace had been slow, controlled, but now his fingers sped up. The pressure kept building inside of her, and she wondered how far it would go until she would climax. She wondered how it would feel. What would finally do it. How he would do it.
And then he stopped. Haze looked at him, betrayed, and growled. He raised an eyebrow at her and sank down to his knees. The betrayed look quickly morphed into one of curiosity as he kissed the inside of her thigh. He breathed out over her cunt and pressed a kiss to the top of her folds. "Ready?" he asked, looking up.
Haze gazed down at him silently and nodded. He lapped at her, tongue wide and flat and dragging all across all of her. Oh, that felt weird. And good. But also weird. Totally different from his fingers with their limited number of joints. Papa's tongue was soft and hard and had so much movement in it.
He hummed, grabbing her thighs to really settle into it. His dick touched the cold floor every now and then, jolting him not unpleasantly. He'd anticipated his mask ending up skewed on his head, as it often did when a sexual partner held his hair like this. But Haze had been very careful not to disturb the mask so far. He was very grateful for that. Nothing less comfortable than a crooked mask.
He licked at her clit, trying to find the spots she'd like best. He lost track of time while he worked at it. The sweat on his back cooled quickly, but the manual labour he was putting in meant he didn't mind. He kept stroking and gently scratching her thighs, sometimes putting pressure on her pubic mount. She seemed to like that a lot.
Haze was so responsive, bucking and arching her back whenever he did something right. She had her hand in his hair again, guiding him to the left or right. She was like an open book before him. One he was currently eating out. At least she wasn't actually made of paper? He abandoned the analogy.
It didn't take long for him to find her sensitive spots. He sucked softly, carefully, paying attention to her reaction. She shivered in pleasure, so he sucked again, with more wetness this time. She moaned, and he smiled at the sound.
"There you are, bella," he said. Haze purred back at him. He set a new pace languidly suckling and licking at that spot, taking his time. Wet, squelching sounds filled the room. Eating her out was everything he'd hoped it would be. Again, she tasted inhuman. Again, he felt electricity dance on his tongue. It reminded him of pop rocks. He found her texture to be infinitely entertaining. So soft, and he explored the ridges and flats of her thoroughly until he could recreate it in his sleep. Everything was sopping wet now, and it dripped down his chin onto his chest. He loved it.
He could feel her slowly getting closer. She was figuring things out, too, he could feel her muscles work as she sought internal stimulation, her vaginal walls rubbing together in tandem with his tongue. He was going to make it last as long as possible, but there was no denial she was in the final stages of it now.
Without any stimulation his cock had slowly flagged while he worked at her, but now he took it in one hand while the other came up to finger her labia again.
"Papa, don't stop," she groaned. He wasn't planning to. He increased his pressure on her clit a little, but was otherwise careful to continue to take it slow. He was determined to make her fall apart.
Haze had doubted, when he'd started, whether this pace would be worth it in the end. She'd heard from the others that fast and slow both had their benefits, but when he'd seemed intent on just maintaining that level of pressure in her without building it up, she'd almost asked him to just get it over with. As much fun as basking in the feeling was, she wanted to find out what a climax felt like, damnit! But she'd trusted her much more experienced Papa and let him do as he pleased. And she didn't regret it.
All that time spent yearning, longing for release was starting to pay off now. She could feel she was getting close. She whined, wanting it more than anything. He sucked that place that made her drift, and she could feel herself tumble over the edge in slow motion. It took so long, way longer than she'd thought. Haze groaned as the fireworks went off. All of that pressure inside of her flowed out like a cascade, like a dam breaking. The muscles behind her pussy clenched up, adding to the sensation, and she cried out. All of her being was that feeling right now. She couldn't see, she couldn't hear, she could only come.
Perpetua licked her all the way through her climax, hand furiously pumping his cock, trying to come before she came down. He didn't quite make it. She sagged, catching herself on her elbows, and he finally left her cunt alone, resting his cheek on her thigh. Now, in the silence, only the sound of their combined panting and him getting himself off could be heard. Somehow it sounded even more lewd than the squelching before it. Haze regained her braincells and finally registered the sounds. She bent over to see... "Oh."
What a sight. Perpetua sat kneeling on the wooden floor, mouth and chin dripping with spit and her wetness, frantically working his cock. He didn't even have the energy to look up at her, poor thing. She smiled, caressing his face as he panted, putting all of himself into chasing his finish.
He turned his head to bury his face into her skin as he came, keening high in his throat. Thick ribbons of come splashed onto the ground. She patted his head softly, murmuring sweet things. His pace finally faltered, and then ended altogether. He let his hand fall to the floor, absolutely spent. She stroked his hair as she watched him.
"Thank you, Papa," she said, thoroughly satisfied. After a few moments, he came back to consciousness and looked at her. He smiled.
"Thank you as well, dearest," he replied. "Let's us get cleaned up, hm?"
She smiled back at him as he stumbled upright. "How are your knees doing?" she asked, half teasing half serious.
"They're still there at least." He grimaced. "But more annoying is that my legs are asleep."
Haze stifled a chittering laugh. "Poor thing. Way too old to have fun anymore, are you?"
He stumbled over to the bar in the corner of the room and grabbed a clean washcloth. "Oh, shut it. Old enough to rock your world."
She bit her lip, remembering what they just did. He made his way over to her, catching her eye. She surged forward for a kiss... Crashing into his nose painfully. He bent over with a hiss, while she clutched her face, groaning. The others really had been right. She couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up and spilled out. Papa watched her as he tested for a nosebleed, eyebrows raised. Finally, he too let out a chuckle.
"Nice, you klutz." He gently cleaned her up as well as he could. He'd left his mark, all right. There were grey smudges all over her neck and shoulders, and when he wiped those away they revealed red marks that he knew would last. Haze encircled him with her arms, gently resting them on his hips.
"Guess I need to practice," she murmured. Perpetua looked at her fondly and knelt down to clean up the come on the ground, disappearing from her grasp.
"I think that'll be no problem," he said. "In fact, I volunteer for the position of test subject. And so will your pack, I'd imagine."
She let out a thrill and smiled. "I can't wait."