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Ghoul biology has a tendency to be fickle.
If there’s one thing the Devil loves, it’s inconsistency. A big ol’ middle finger in the face of the order and rigid rules of Heaven. So why should hellspawn be any different?
Take, for example, a ghoul’s mating cycle. Whether a ghoul experiences a heat or a rut once a year depends largely on their element, but of course, there are exceptions. The abbey’s two resident quintessence ghouls are a prime example, Aether having ruts like most ghouls of his element while Phantom has heats.
Multi ghouls like Swiss, Sunshine and Aurora seem to be able to choose which to experience based on the element they feel more connected to in that moment. Swiss, for one, chooses primarily to have ruts because according to him, “there’s no better feeling than shoving a fat knot in a water ghoul’s tight little ass,” usually accompanied by a sly wink to Rain, making him blush redder than Copia’s cassock.
Then there’s Dewdrop. Being the little spitfire that he is, it’s no surprise his biology comes with an extra little quirk. When he was a water ghoul he had heats but once he transitioned into a fire ghoul, he began experiencing ruts as well. So every year he has two mating cycles, one when his instincts make him aggressive and domineering and one that makes him more needy and submissive. This, combined with his stamina makes him a popular partner amongst the pack.
But let it never be said that Dew didn’t care for his packmates. He knew he was a handful during his mating cycles and always made sure to not tire out his partners to the point of discomfort, no matter how hard they tried to convince him they could keep going. He always stopped them with a kiss and compromised by curling up in his nest together. Sooner or later another ghoul would switch in to keep the little fire ghoul satisfied and purring like…well, a fire ghoul.
The pack of hellspawn did pretty much everything together, including but not limited to; attending Papa’s masses, their chores around the abbey, movie nights (which usually ended in sex), and starting World War III over a game of Monopoly.
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“Bad luck, Phantom, you landed on income tax,” Cumulus, the elected banker announced to the quintessence ghoul lounging on the couch with Aether and Mountain.
“What! Fuck that, I just passed Go!”
“Rules are rules, pay up.”
Phantom reluctantly handed over his $200, stretching down from his position on the couch.
The ghouls who were paying more attention to the movie they were watching were on the couch, bar Rain who had made himself at home on Swiss’s lap on the floor. Swiss and the ghoulettes were crowded around the coffee table with their bank notes and property cards arranged with a military level of organization that never found its way into any other activity they partook in.
“Technically there are no rules anymore since Dew burned the rules book when he found out you can’t get paid when you’re in jail,” said Swiss with a lapful of Rain who was focused on the movie. Swiss’s hand idly traced gentle patterns on his back.
“You should be in jail right now,” Mountain pointed out from his elevated position on the couch. Bastard was paying more attention to the movie but somehow still had eyes on where everyone was on the board.
“Wrong you are, my friend, because Cirrus rolled the dice before Aurora realized I was on her property so I don’t actually have to pay.”
“How come none of you snitched on him?” The multi ghoulette complained.
“Mounty here was a bit slow.”
“I’m gonna watch you like a hawk, Swiss.” Aurora threatened, eyes pinned on her fellow multi ghoul.
“Do what you like, Princess, I’m still gonna win. By the way, you just missed Cumulus on your property,” he said, followed by a cackle at the youngest ghoulette’s fury.
“Screw you, Swiss! And Lulu, I expected better from you! I thought you had my back!”
“Normally I would, sweetheart, but this game is every ghoul for themselves.”
“Yeah, Cumulus doesn’t play around when takeout leftovers are on the line,” Aether chimed in with a smirk.
“Guys, where’s Dew?” Rain asked. “He normally loves Monopoly night. Well…he gets very passionate at least.”
“He said he wanted to make a nest then he was gonna join us,” said Aether. “But it’s been a while, maybe I should check on him.”
Just then a crash of considerable volume sounded from outside the common room, in the direction of the bedrooms.
“Best you did check,” said Mountain.
Aether immediately got up to go and check their little fire ghoul hadn’t hurt himself. The crash sounded like something quite heavy falling down. There’s no way Dew had the strength to bring down his entire oakwood closet, right?
As he reached Dew’s room, the sounds of grunting and growling and thudding became more prevalent, as did Aether’s concern. Surely building a nest wasn’t that frustrating? Some of the others had described the annoyance of not being able to find the right materials for their nests but overall it was a leisurely activity, one they did for comfort. So what in Lucifer’s name was Dewdrop doing?
“Dew?” Aether called and pressed his pointed ear to the door. “You good in there?”
He got no response but another throaty growl.
“I’m coming in, okay?”
Dew’s room looked like a bomb had gone off. His bed pulled apart, sheets strewn all over the floor, pillows and blankets and towels flung in every possible direction, an entire clothes drawer tossed in the corner. That had been the crash, Aether surmised.
In the midst of it all was the fire ghoul, long blond hair dishevelled as if he’d been pulling at it, pupils almost slitted in anger, fangs bared, and prowling around the room like a wild animal.
And his scent, fuck, his scent. It was like Aether had been hit by a brick wall, a wall of smoke from a raging fire, intense and furious with the tiniest note of spice and sweetness that always hung about Dew. His knees buckled slightly before he regained control of himself and carefully approached the little gremlin.
It was as if Dew was in some sort of trance, he barely acknowledged Aether until he was practically on top of him, gripping his upper arms to keep him from moving away. His glowing amber eyes snapped up to him and he tried to pull away but the quintessence ghoul’s grip held firm.
“Droplet, what’s going on? You’ve been kind of avoiding us for the past day or so. What’s all this mess about?”
Dew only snarled and shook his head, struggling in his hold. “Don’t call me that! And get out of here, your pheromones are messing it all up!”
“My pheromones? What—”
“They’re just- just not the right vibe okay? Get out!”
Aether’s hold on Dew’s arms didn’t relent. He made sure it was firm yet gentle as he backed the smaller ghoul against a wall. His moods could be unpredictable, everyone knew that, but they were never unreasonable. He wanted to get to the bottom of this behaviour. Aether’s pheromones only offended the fire ghoul during his rut, when their natures challenged and opposed each other. Every ghoul had their favoured time of year to Dew, depending on which mating cycle he experienced. For example, during Dew’s rut he found Rain and Cumulus’s scents to be particularly pleasing, and Aether suspected when Phantom and Aurora eventually endured a heat at the abbey, their scents would as well. And during his heat, it was Mountain, Swiss, Cirrus and Aether’s own scents he favoured most. He naturally preferred ones that complemented his own.
“Are you going into rut, Dew, is that what this is?” And he dipped his head down to press his nose into the juncture of the littler ghoul’s neck, inhaling his scent deeply. A groan forced its way out of Aether’s throat as he breathed in the rich smell of woodsmoke, sweetened since Dew had calmed down a fraction. He still smelled of frustration and anger but there was a constant underlying mix of burned sugar and cinnamon. It confused Aether. He smelled like he was in heat. But he was acting like he was in rut.
Dew whined high in his throat and Aether recognised that as him submitting to him, as he usually did when a more dominant ghoul scented him. But the larger ghoul was then harshly shoved away with a growl, the scent ripped from under his nose. “I told you to go away, your pheromones are fucking stinking up this place.”
This was very unconventional behaviour for the fire ghoul. Usually once you had him weak in the knees he lost his snappy attitude.
“I’m just worried about you, sweetheart, I don’t want to intrude if you really don’t want me here but you’re acting very strangely. You smell similar to when you’re in heat but acting like you’re in rut. I want to take care of you.”
Dew seemed to become less hostile at his explanation but still grumbled, “I don’t need your help. I’m fine. Now go away, your scent is making me dizzy.”
Aether sighed. “See, sweetheart, that’s not normal. Are you sure there’s nothing wrong?” He tried to approach him again but he pushed past him and bolted out into the hallway.
“Fucking hell, Dew,” Aether groaned and he walked after him. He wouldn’t go far.
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Dewdrop didn’t really register where he was running, he just knew he wanted to get out of there. It was nothing against Aether, deep down he knew he was simply being a caring packmate, but his scent just put him off, addled his senses, and not in the good way. It was like when he smelled him while his rut was in full swing – made his nose wrinkle.
To be honest, it was probably his own riled up scent that had him so on edge, but once Aether’s dominant pheromones were in the mix, his brain was just frenzied.
So Dew ran. His limbs moved on muscle memory and took him to the place he felt most comfortable, the common room.
But Mountain was awaiting him in the common room and once Mountain had a hold of you, there was no escape.
The earth ghoul snatched up Dewdrop as he came bounding into the room, wrapping his arms around the smaller ghoul’s upper body and lifting him off the ground like he weighed nothing. Dew’s belly swooped at the effortless display of strength but struggled all the same, legs kicking and mouth hissing fruitless curses. Mountain’s arms were unyielding as he marched him into their large, shared nest in the middle of the room, dumping him unceremoniously onto his stomach and keeping him there by kneeling over him, pressing down with his body weight.
He had heard the commotion in Dew’s room and figured, mating cycle or not, their little fire ghoul needed discipline.
Dewdrop writhed and yowled his displeasure but Mountain’s firm hands pinned his arms above his head and hiked up one of Dew’s knees so his legs were less of a threat. The position made him vulnerable, left him at Mountain’s mercy, and he turned his head to the side, looking his captor in the eye.
“Get off me, Dirt Boy.”
“You’re gonna learn to control that mouth of yours.”
Dew mewled as Mountain buried his nose in his neck, masterfully finding his scent gland within an instant and breathing in long and deep. Something flashed in Mountain’s eyes, a want, a hungry longing. Mountain’s teeth moved over Dew’s neck and bit down, not viciously, but hard enough, drawing out more of Dew’s scent as his tongue lapped over the puncture wounds. A loud, desperate whine flooded the room, trailing off into a breathy moan and Dew went limp beneath the earth ghoul.
“Oh…” Mountain hummed as if he’d realized something. He withdrew from Dew’s neck, admiring the pretty wound he’d left and sat back on the fire ghoul’s upper thighs. Dew’s chest was heaving and he looked back at him with glassy, tearful eyes full of molten desire. Beautiful. Mountain wanted to lick those tears as they rolled down his cheeks. He rutted slightly against Dew’s well-endowed ass, making him keen and squeeze his eyes shut.
“He didn’t react like that when I scented him,” Aether said, joining the pack of curious ghouls who had congregated around Mountain and Dew. “He reacted like he would if he was in rut.”
“That’s because little Droplet here is in rut. And in heat. He’s experiencing both his cycles at the same time,” Mountain explained.
“You can smell that?” Rain piped up from the side.
“More to the point, how is that possible?” Swiss said incredulously.
“Well we didn’t know having both cycles was possible until Dew did the fucking impossible, so this isn’t too far-fetched,” said Cirrus, petting Aurora’s hair.
Aether knelt down in front of Dew’s head, facing Mountain. “But that doesn’t explain why he pushed me away before. It seemed like just his rut instincts were talking then. And now he’s letting you scent him, Mount.”
Mountain bent down again to smell Dew, scent now dominated by the piquant sweetness of cinnamon, almost cloyingly sweet. Much more intense than before. “I think his rut and heat instincts are fluctuating, one being more present, then the other. That’s why he rejected your advances before, Aeth, his rut instincts disliked that you are more dominant. But now I guess his heat instincts have kicked into gear. Isn’t that right, little Droplet? Smell good enough to eat, don’t you?”
Dew squirmed under Mountain’s weight. “Please,” he breathed.
“Please what, Dew?” Aether goaded, pressing a gentle palm to his head. He seemed to lean into it, chasing the contact.
“Please—I need…” He trailed off with a frustrated whine.
“Poor little Dewy, I don’t think he knows what he wants,” Swiss crooned, moving closer. They could all smell that his arousal was ignited by the fire ghoul’s sweetened scent. “All these instincts and scents floating around, he doesn’t know which one to follow, isn’t that right, sweet thing? Doesn’t know if he wants to pop a knot or take one. I think we should all help take care of you. Why settle for one at a time?”
Dew moaned at that, all breathy and desperate, and ground his hips into the nest. Clearly Swiss’s suggestion was a win.
“Yeah, you like the sound of that, don’t you Droplet?”
“Please—need…want all of you, please.”
Mountain tenderly brushed the hair out of Dew’s face, tucking it behind his chalk-white horn. “Now, was that so hard?”
“Hurry up, Mount…c’mon and fuck me, someone,” Dew sighed.
The earth ghoul tutted. “Oh, no, no, no. Not just yet.” He chuckled with an almost cruel mirth. “You’re nowhere near ready to take my knot, little one, and I think Aether deserves an apology for how you treated him in your room just now.”
Dewdrop could smell how Aether’s arousal washed over him like a crashing wave in a tempest, filling the room with the scent of ozone after a lightning storm. Apparently, Mountain could too, as his hips involuntarily canted into Dew’s ass again.
If he really strained, he could smell everyone’s aroused scents beginning to accumulate in the air – Swiss’s warm, spiced incense, Rain’s lush and fertile rainforest, Mountain’s freshly cut wood, Cirrus’s salty sea air, Cumulus’s thicker, sweeter scent of pollen on the wind, Phantom’s fruity herbal tea, Sunshine’s sun-ripened mango, Aurora’s crisp, winter breeze – all the scents amalgamated into a single smell that Dew recognised as his pack.
“We’re gonna put that filthy mouth to better use, aren’t we?” Mountain stood, taking his weight off the fire ghoul. As did Aether in front of him. “On your knees, little one.”
Dew knelt before Aether, eyes wide and alight, looking every bit the picture of piety. A priest before the altar. And just so, he was there to beg forgiveness. Only, in a much less godly manner.
His knees were planted right between Aether’s spread feet. He leaned forward and tentatively mouthed at the prominent bulge in his black sweatpants, feeling it kick enthusiastically against his tongue. The quintessence ghoul’s thick, heady scent filled his nose and Dew’s body became surer of its actions, head swimming with arousal and blood rushing south to impossibly harden his own cock further. He slithered a hand between his own legs, aching to relieve some of the pent up frustration but Aether shoved it away with his foot, smirking down at him with malice.
“None of that.”
Dew let out an exasperated whimper but complied and busied his hands with working Aether out of his sweatpants. He pulled them down just far enough to free his fat, reddened cock. The rouged tip was already leaking a pearl of precum and Dew swiped his thumb over the slit to spread the mess down Aether’s length. That ripped a deep groan out of him and earned Dew a thrust into his face, cockhead kissing his cheek and leaving a smear of Aether’s arousal. Dewdrop held eye contact with him as he provocatively flicked the tip of his tongue over his slit, tasting the saltiness, eyes glittering with mischief and the remnants of his tears.
Fingers snaked into his hair from behind and in his peripheral vision, he could see that Mountain had crowded in behind him, sandwiching him between two sets of legs. “Get on with it,” he prompted, forcing Dew down.
In an act of classic Dewdrop defiance, he dipped his head down to Aether’s balls, sucking one into his mouth and rolling it on his tongue. Aether groaned and his knees buckled. He was only held up by Mountain, who pulled him in for a sloppy kiss.
“Little shit. Gonna fuck the brat right out of him later. Gonna knot him so hard we’ll have to carry him around for the rest of the week,” Mountain swore into Aether’s mouth between kisses. The way he talked about him like he wasn’t even there, not a being, just a plaything, made Dew keen. A pang of want sliced through his belly, making his cock strain harder against the confines of his pants.
Dew kissed his way up from Aether’s balls to his tip and at long last, took him in his infernal mouth. Aether certainly wasn’t the longest of the ghouls, but what he lacked in length, he undoubtedly made up for in girth. He swallowed about half of his cock before he met with struggle and gagged. Aether’s spade-tipped tail swished like a whip behind him, betraying his steadily depleting control.
The quintessence ghoul curled a hand around Dew’s left horn and held him down on his length, making him gag more, his throat spasming around the cockhead and forcing him to breathe through his nose. “Satanas, look so pretty choking on my cock, Dewy, so fuckin’ gorgeous.” Tears were threatening to spill over his flushed cheeks again as he valiantly inched further down Aether’s dick.
“Not struggling already, are you?” Mountain taunted and tightened his grip in his hair. Dew winced as the earth ghoul forced him to take more of Aether’s thick cock torturously slowly and blinked away the tears that began blotting his vision. Even through the foggy haze of his heat, Dewdrop knew a simple set of three taps on Aether’s thigh would call it off, immediately put an end to it and everyone would rush to his side to ensure he was alright. But Dew didn’t want that. He relished the burn in his throat and the sting in his eyes and Mountain’s punitive hand in his hair. He may have been the one on his knees but he was the one in control.
As Aether’s tip edged into Dew’s throat, still drooling precum, Mountain pulled on his hair, tugging him off the cock and leaving the shaft shiny with saliva. Dew swiped his tongue over the slit, making Aether hiss before Mountain pushed him down again. The earth ghoul set up a constant pace of bobbing Dew’s head, his mouth no more than a toy for them to enjoy. “Fuck, Mount, his fucking mouth,” the quintessence ghoul sighed. All three ghouls let out a litany of moans and grunts and Aether’s hips started thrusting more frantically.
Above him, the sloppy sounds of Mountain and Aether kissing and the sounds of the other ghouls in the room jerking themselves off to the spectacle before them fanned the flames of Dew’s heat. He was accosted by sensations – the pleasant weight of Aether’s cock on his tongue; the heady taste of him; the combined smells of all his packmates’ arousal; the aching from the hand in his hair; the throbbing between his legs – he was so fucking close. And all from sucking off Aether. Dew’s hips bucked up into nothing, futilely chasing his own release.
Aether recognised that as a sign of his impending orgasm and, to Dew’s horror, with his socked foot, stepped down on the fire ghoul’s crotch.
Dewdrop almost fucking squealed, his release obstructed by Aether’s foot. This time a single tear of frustration did slide down his brimstone-chiselled cheek. “Fu-uck,” he rasped when Mountain yanked him off Aether’s cock. “Please, Aeth, Mount, let me…” He rolled his hips into the sole of Aether’s foot, sighing at the fraction of stimulation he garnered from it. His pleasure abruptly turned to pain and he squeaked as Aether pressed harder and Mountain yanked his head back further.
“Good boys cum when they’re told to,” said Aether, leering down at him.
“Good boys also get to swallow,” Mountain added. “But you’re not one, are you?”
All of a sudden the earth ghoul’s hand was cupping the underside of Dew’s jaw and forcing it open, his other hand still fisted in his hair. Aether finished himself off above Dew’s face, stroking faster and faster until hot ribbons of cum landed all over him, across his nose, in his eyelashes, over his lips and cheeks, one spurt even landing at the base of his right horn. He wiped the last drops oozing from the tip of his cock on Dew’s bottom lip, then tucked himself away. Dew panted as he let it cool on his face. One of his eyes was half-lidded with the sticky mess as he stared up at his lovers reverently.
“Fuck, let’s see the mess they made of you,” Swiss said, crawling over. His eyes were bottomless pits of lust. He turned Dew’s face towards him and moaned, deep and gutturally, at the sight. “Satanas, Droplet, need to get a photo of this next time.” Dewdrop only whimpered as Swiss collected some of the cum on his cheek with his thumb and licked it off.
Aether helped to wipe the rest off with a cloth from the nest. No matter, everything in it would need a wash by the time they were through that night anyway.
With Dew still on his knees, Aether bent down and pressed an innocent kiss to his lips. “Apology accepted, sweetheart.” He licked his lips as he pulled away, likely tasting himself on the fire ghoul. Dew mourned the loss of contact, his jaw ached and his body slumped, whining desperately to get some friction on his neglected cock.
Swiss slinked up behind him, draping his lean, lanky form over his more spindly one. His muscular thighs framed Dew’s and he snaked his arms around the fire ghoul’s chest, sinful fingers plucking at his nipples through his shirt. Dewdrop threw his head back on the multi ghoul’s shoulder, sucking softly at the lobe of his pointed ear. In return, Swiss nosed at the column of his neck, milky and pale like carved marble but warm with blood and desire. He mouthed over his scent gland, his fangs almost aching to sink into his flesh.
“Mmm…I think his scent is shifting. His rut is taking over. Shame, I was ready to knot you.” He felt Swiss reach between them and unabashedly adjust himself in his pants with a moan. “Promise me I’ll be your first knot, won’t you, Droplet?”
Dew only nodded, chest heaving and mouth lolled open before his rut consumed him. Suddenly his nose was attuned to the sweeter scents in the room, most specifically, the resident water ghoul who was currently snuggled up with Cirrus, the ghoulette’s palm on his weeping cock. Dewdrop locked eyes on him and his nostrils flared in hunger.
“Rainy, c’mere…wanna fuck your sweet hole,” he rasped, his voice hoarse from the abuse of Aether’s cock in his throat. Cirrus pressed a kiss to the water ghoul’s temple and urged him forward. Rain shuffled over to Dew, still leaning back on Swiss who seemed unwilling to let him go. The multi ghoul sat back against the couch and pulled Dew down with him so he laid his head on his chest. In this position, Rain could straddle Dew, sitting in his lap, while Swiss’s cock was deliciously trapped under the small of the fire ghoul’s back. Dew quickly shucked off his pants.
Rain had already lost his loose shorts and his flushed pink cock strained wantonly against his belly, even leaving a patch of wetness just above the trail of dark hair leading downwards. “That’s it, come here, baby,” Dew beckoned, placing his calloused hands on his smooth hips and guiding him to sit in his lap. Their cocks brushed with a mouth-watering friction, tearing a delightfully high-pitched mewl out of Rain that was drowned out by the lower timbre of Dew’s throaty moan.
“Looked good on your knees back there, Dew,” he teased with a sharp grin.
“Not as good as you’re gonna look when you’re bouncing on my cock,” he retorted, giving Rain’s ass a loving smack. Who could blame him? The smooth, unblemished skin was just far too tempting to leave bites and bruises on. “Smell fucking delicious, Lilypad. You wet for me already?” Dew sank a finger into the water ghoul’s hole which accommodated him immediately, enveloping him in a tight, wet, glorious warmth. He withdrew his finger and his eyes and nostrils widened to drink in the rush of Rain’s saccharine scent. He used the gush of slick to stroke their cocks together, relishing the way Rain’s eyes pinched shut and his brows arched. “Yeah, you’re fucking dripping. Go on, show them. Show them how wet you are for this cock.”
Rain hid his gorgeous face in his shoulder. “Dewy…”
“Don’t be shy, Lilypad.”
Slowly, Rain’s hands cupped his asscheeks and pulled them apart, exposing his sopping, winking hole for the ghouls to see. Another gush of slick escaped, trickling down his balls when he felt all their eyes on him, causing a cacophony of moans and another tidal wave of arousal to sweep over the room. Against his back, Dew felt the way Swiss’s cock kicked in interest.
He reached up to cup the back of Rain’s neck, tangling his fingers in the soft brown hairs at his nape and pulled him down to capture his mouth. They both sighed into the kiss which quickly became filled with the clacking of teeth and the slide of forked tongues moving fast and dangerously like snakes. Their facial hair scratched each other, making them grin into their kiss. Dew caught Rain’s plush bottom lip between his fangs and tugged, drawing pinpricks of blood, a divine pain that made the water ghoul’s hips rock against his own. The movement stimulated Swiss too, who bucked up against Dewdrop with a hiss. Unable to tend to his own cock, the multi ghoul returned to playing with Dew’s nipples, reaching under his shirt and dragging his claws across his skin. The fire ghoul broke out in goosebumps, crying his pleasure into Rain’s awaiting mouth. Despite his rut, Dew felt the effects of Swiss’s pervading scent causing his own hole to slicken and create a stain on him beneath. Another handy side effect of once being a water ghoul.
“You taste like Aether,” Rain giggled.
“Is that a problem?”
“No, just…I want you to taste like me now.”
Dew’s rut instinct reared its head and a growl rumbled through his chest at Rain’s possessive comment but still he leaned in to meet his mouth again. Rain dodged his kiss with a smirk and his lips parted to reveal his tongue gathering a globule of saliva that threatened to fall at any second. Dew’s confused expression vanished and he moaned and opened his mouth to receive it. Rain dangled his tongue and let it fall from a height, like water off a stalactite, putting on a show for everyone in the room. The spit trickled down in a perfectly straight rivulet, glistening in the dim light and pooling on Dewdrop’s outstretched tongue. Rain met Swiss’s eyes, finding them to be as wide and alight with heat as the mouth of a volcano. He made a show of curling his tongue and Swiss struggled not to move.
“If you two don’t stop teasing, I’m gonna bend one of you over and fuck you three ways to Sunday Mass.” He gritted out.
“Oh, I’m sorry Swiss, were you feeling left out?” Rain cooed and leaned forward to kiss him. The multi ghoul hummed contentedly.
“Wanna watch him wreck you, Lilypad.”
He mewled into Swiss’s mouth when he felt Dew’s teeth clamp down around a nipple, reminding him that he was there for him. “So impatient, both of you.”
“Need to be inside you, Rainy, need to knot your pretty hole,” Dew rasped.
Rain reached behind him and lined up Dew’s cock with himself. He leisurely sank down on the head then stopped, clenching down on it just to watch him hiss and squirm.
Dew had had enough of Rain’s teasing. Normally, when not in rut, he’d entertain it to his heart’s content but right now he just wanted a nice tight hole to fuck.
Without warning he sharply bucked his hips up, creating a loud smack against Rain’s ass and fully sheathing himself inside him in an instant. The water ghoul gasped and braced himself with hands on Dew’s chest. The fire ghoul’s eyes rolled back once he felt the luxurious, velvety, wet heat of Rain’s inner walls. He was sure, if such a place as ‘Heaven’ existed, Rain’s ass was it.
“Fuck, Lilypad, so tight and warm for me.” Rain slowly rose up on his knees, dragging Dew’s cock out until just the tip remained inside, then sank back down with a whine. “That’s it, baby, ride me, there you go.” Every drag set both their nerves alight, Rain could almost feel every vein, every throb of Dew’s cock.
Dew had, what others (Swiss) might call, a below average sized dick, but Satanas, did he know how to use it. He met Rain’s bounces with a perfectly placed thrust each time, the angle making his cockhead kiss his prostate with a devilish accuracy. More and more slick gushed out of his abused hole, soaking Dewdrop’s lap and exacerbating the already obscene wet sounds from every movement.
Rain’s flushed little cock bobbed with every bounce, drooling precum and looking so awfully neglected, Dew couldn’t resist wrapping a hand around it which made him sob. He stroked the mess down his length in time to his bounces and with the other hand, plucked the water ghoul’s rosy nipples between his middle and forefinger.
“Look so fuckin’ beautiful when you’re working for a knot, Raincloud. Tell them whose cock is fucking you so good, hmm? Tell them,” Dew panted.
“Yours…” he whispered, head hanging in embarrassment.
“Tell them.”
“Yours…”
“Tell them whose fucking cock is fucking you this good? Tell them!” This time, Dew punctuated his command with a cruel snap of his hips.
“Yours! Yours! Always yours!” Rain wailed, head thrown back like a declaration to God.
“That’s it, good boy, that’s my Lilypad.”
“Dew, please…” he keened, chest heaving and body slowing, only giving pathetic little rocks on Dew’s lap now. He could feel the beginnings of a knot starting to swell against his hole.
“Tired, baby?” Rain nodded. “C’mere.” He gently pulled him down so their torsos were flush together and Rain could feel the poke of Dew’s nipple piercings through his shirt. He immediately tucked his head into the fire ghoul’s neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent. Dew stroked his hair, careful not to catch his hand on the sharp ridges of his one fractured horn. Between his legs, Rain’s tail sat limp and he entwined it with his own. “You gonna let me do it, yeah? Want me to knot you? Fill you up?” He nodded into his neck frantically. “’M not gonna be gentle with you, baby, if you cum I’m not stopping, okay?”
“Just fuck me, Dewy, need it—need it so bad, please.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.”
He planted his feet and gave a rough, sudden thrust that kicked a startled whimper out of Rain and jerked him up Dew’s littler body. His pace became relentless, causing an endless string of desperate sounds from the water ghoul right in his ear which only spurred him on further. His knot was starting to catch on his hole, aided by the copious volume of slick, and Dew’s hips became sloppy and inconsistent but he kept up the speed. They were panting in each other’s ears and it was either drool or tears he could feel on his neck but he stayed true to his word. He did not stop.
“D-Dew, ah! Fuck, s’good, more! Fuck, please, more!”
“That’s it, fuckin’ take it.”
Pathetic, desperate little whines were falling out of his mouth constantly that went straight to Dew’s cock, even more so when he petted his sensitive gills with his thumb. He tightened his arms around Rain’s lithe torso and bullied his fattening knot into his hole, forcing a final wail out of the water ghoul as well as his release. Dewdrop felt the warmth of Rain’s cum on his belly, soaking into his already ruined shirt.
At that moment, he hurtled over that precipice too, giving one last deep thrust and releasing spurt after spurt of cum into Rain, flooding his insides with a delicious warmth and his knot was there to keep it all in place.
Dew nuzzled into Rain’s flushed cheek, smelling his scent of general contentedness and emitted a rumbling purr. He rubbed tender circles on his sweaty back, running his hand over his webbed fins and curled his fingers into his hair to soothe him. “You back with me, Raincloud?”
“Mhm,” he hummed airily, still tucked into Dew’s neck. The fire ghoul tried to sit them up but Rain grumbled. “Wanna stay like this, feels good.”
“That’s alright, baby, whenever you’re ready.” He planted a kiss to Rain’s temple and stroked his gills softly.
Just then a piercing yowl sounded from where the other ghouls were sat and Phantom doubled over, clutching his belly. “Ant, you alright?” Cumulus fussed over the little quintessence ghoul, bringing him into her lap. “What’s—oh, fuck,” she groaned, hand coming to cup her mouth.
“What’s the matter?” Mountain asked worriedly.
“He’s gone into heat. All these mixed up pheromones, they’ve pushed him into an early heat. I suppose it was only a matter of time.”
Mountain caressed Phantom’s back soothingly, his heart sinking in pity for him as he seemed to be rather in pain, as was to be expected for a ghoul’s first heat, but between his legs his cock throbbed at his heightened, fruity scent, like a summer berry full of nectar waiting to be bitten.
What surprised him most was how Phantom was clinging to Cumulus, a ghoul who also had heats. Usually a ghoul in heat would seek out comfort from a rut-experiencing ghoul, someone with opposing pheromones. But Phantom nosed into the crook of Cumulus’s neck, breathing in her sweet pollen scent which appeared to abate his cramps. The air ghoulette placed a careful kiss on the tip of his longer horn with a smile. She adored how his thin, grey horns were uneven in length. She once said it was like a floppy ear on a dog.
“Phantom, baby, do you want the girls to help you out?” The earth ghoul asked in a soft-spoken tone. The littler ghoul nodded. “Alright, sweetheart. Do you want to stay here or go to someone’s room?”
“Wanna stay, still want to be with all of you,” he murmured with a sniffle.
“Ok, Lulu, Sunny and Rora are gonna make you feel good, hmm?” The ghoulettes, with the exception of Cirrus, laid Phantom out on his back and worked him out of his remaining clothes, leaving gentle touches on his hot skin.
Satisfied that the quintessence ghoul was in good hands, he turned his attention back to Dewdrop, who was still buried to the hilt inside Rain, both laying atop Swiss, waiting for his knot to go down. He was sandwiched between the two ghouls, looking quite content with his head resting under Swiss’s chin and balls deep in Rain’s ass, but Mountain suspected their little spitfire was far from finished.
“Hey Mount, is Ant alright?” Swiss asked.
“Yeah, he’s in capable hands, just all this,” he gestured vaguely around the room, “set off his heat a bit early.”
“Fuck, that’s kind of hot.” Swiss shifted beneath Dewdrop, bucking his hips into him which caused Rain to mewl as Dew’s knot pressed deeper into him. “Sorry, Rainy, forgot you’re sort of tied up there.” He laughed at his own terrible joke. “What do you say me and you go and help our little Baby Bat once I’m done wrecking Honeydew here?” The fire ghoul growled out a warning at the multi, his rut instincts clearly still prevalent. “Oh, cool it, you won’t be like that when I’m fucking you so hard you can feel me in your thro—”
“Shut up, Swiss, before he claws your dick off or something,” said Mountain with an amused grin before he went off to get some essentials for Phantom and the ghoulettes.
It took a few more minutes for Dew’s knot to recede, aided by his fast returning heat, and soon Rain’s hole was leaking a steady trail of cum and slick, rolling down Dew’s balls, then his. Before either of them could do anything, the water ghoul was being snatched away by Aether who’d had his eye on him for a while, to clean up the mess with his tongue. The quintessence ghoul laid him out on his belly, holding the base of his tail and diving right between his cheeks without hesitation. Swiss’s throat bobbed at the sight and he regarded Dewdrop with a debauched glimmer in his eye.
“My turn, little Droplet.” Swiss manhandled Dew off his lap and onto his hands and knees in front of him. “It’s about time you lost that shirt. Let me see all of you.” He helped him shed the rest of his clothes and Swiss marvelled at the pale expanse of Dew’s back, glowing with a soft sheen of perspiration. He ran large hands over his torso, his waist and hips, revelling in the warmth of the fire’s skin, rendered even more feverish by his heat. Dew grunted as Swiss pressed a hand in the centre of his back and pushed his chest down to the floor, face down, ass up, just the way Swiss likes him. Like a breeding bitch.
Dew felt a warm hand around the base of his cock, squeezing, and he gasped. “Little knot is all gone,” he crooned in his ear. “Filled up Rainy quite nicely. Well, for your cute little cocklet.” Another squeeze. “But I’m gonna fill you with so much cum you’ll have a nice little swell right here.” His hand moved to pet just below Dew’s navel. “Or at least once Mountain’s done with you.”
“Shut up,” Dew whined, burying his face in his arm.
“You like it when I run my mouth.” He took a long, deep drag of Dew’s scent. “And you smell like you want it, too. Your body knows what it wants, what it needs. It’s preparing you to take my seed. You’re fucking leaking for it. Reckon I can give you some cute little kits for the pack to take care of.” Dewdrop let out an anguished moan at the filth spewing from Swiss’s mouth and he pressed himself further into the floor, raising his hips to entice the multi into following through with his promise. Swiss gave Dew’s ass a sharp smack, cock filling even more at the way it made him jolt. “And because I’m nice, I’m gonna share you with Cirri.”
Dew looked up in time to see Cirrus positioning herself on her back in front of him. “Come here, sweetheart.” Dew obeyed and rested his head on her inner thigh, looking up at her with round, pitiful eyes. She reached up with a tender hand and stroked his cheek. “Is Swiss being mean?” He nodded. “Oh, sweet love.” She pouted with mock sympathy. “I’m afraid I’m going to be a bit mean too.” Dew’s face dropped. “You’re going to use that lovely mouth of yours and if you cum before I’m finished, you’re done for tonight. You understand?”
The fire ghoul lamented his dilemma with a whimper, hiding his face in Cirrus’s tummy. He was done for. Pleasuring any of the ghoulettes with his tongue always made him finish faster, he didn’t know why, but it did. And with Swiss bullying his own knot into him without mercy…yeah – he had no chance.
Swiss nestled his dripping cockhead right over Dew’s hole, sliding his shaft up and down the cleft of his ass. He let his cock throb against his hole, allowing the smaller ghoul to feel just how hard he was for him. Then, aligning himself with him, Swiss thrust in to the hilt in one smooth, forceful motion that sent Dew’s face crushing into Cirrus’s cunt. He bottomed out with a guttural groan then immediately pulled out to his tip, then in again. Swiss’s thrusts were purposeful and deep, consistent like the ticking of a metronome and each one punched the air out of Dew’s lungs, giving him little time to recover.
“Remember what I said, Droplet, get to work.”
If his task wasn’t hard enough to focus on already with Swiss pounding into him from behind, constantly being jerked forward and back like a ragdoll didn’t help either. Dew licked a large stripe up Cirrus’s cunt, gathering the slick from her folds and savouring the bittersweet taste. She trilled out a loud purr in response, encouraging Dew to continue his ministrations. He licked again, from her sopping hole to her clit and took the blushing bud between his lips, tugging, swirling around it with his tongue, making her thighs close around his head with a sigh. Her hand found its way into his hair, mashing his face into her cunt, aided by Swiss’s harsh thrusts. Dewdrop only buried his nose in her wetness, soaking his skin in her arousal. His forked tongue curled inside her, caressing her sweet spot, making her twitch and keen.
“Yes, fuck, baby, just like that,” she breathed, hips rocking into his face. Her praise went straight to his dick and a pulse of heat shot through his belly.
“Is our little Honeydew doing good?” Swiss teased, still fucking into him nice and rhythmically, his fingers burning bruises into Dew’s hips that he would certainly remember with a fondness later.
“So fucking good.” Dewdrop couldn’t help the little purr he emitted at his partners’ words.
“Oh, he likes that. Love being a good boy for us, don’t you, baby? Wonder how long you can keep that up for, though,” said Swiss. Dew’s purrs reverberated through the ghoulette’s cunt and she fucking squealed, thighs locking around his head as her back arched off the floor of the nest.
“Dew, fuck, fuck!”
He, himself, was no better than Cirrus, panting and mewling into her pussy now that Swiss was bullying his prostate non-stop and the beginnings of his knot catching on his hole. Dew didn’t know how much longer he could last, the pool of fire in his belly had almost consumed him and he was sure if he looked down, his cock would be an alarming shade of purple. But Cirrus sounded like she wasn’t far behind. He replaced his tongue in her cunt with two fingers, crooking them just right as he laved over her engorged clit.
If Swiss’s dick wasn’t inside him, Dew was sure his soul would’ve fallen out of his ass when he felt a tail slither along his stomach and coil around his cock, stroking and teasing. He saw in horror that it was Cirrus’s tail. “Cirri…no,” he whined and his breath hitched on a cry caught in his throat.
“You can take it, you’re my good boy. Our good boy.”
“No, c-can’t take it, s’too much, ah!”
A sob was torn out of him when Swiss suddenly shoved his entire length deep inside him and leaned over his back to kiss Cirrus, spearing Dew on his cock and keeping it there. He was breathless and exhausted and he swore he came right there, but the ghoulette’s tail constricted his release.
“Swissy, that was mean,” Cirrus chastised but the multi only chuckled and started up his pace again, this time even more quick and forceful. Dew was a whimpering, slobbering mess by the time Swiss rammed his knot into his hole and it was a miracle he had the brain function to bring Cirrus to completion with a final crook of his fingers and a gush of cum on his tongue.
Swiss rutted into him a couple more times before he came too. “That’s it, let me in, fuckin’ take it all.” He grunted as he emptied his balls inside Dewdrop. Cirrus encouraged Dew to lie prone on her stomach as Swiss filled him up, seeing how exhausted he was. His head was cushioned on her breasts and vaguely he registered that he’d cum. Swiss straddled Cirrus’s and Dew’s legs as his cock continued to pulse inside the fire ghoul. Some minutes later, Swiss pulled him to roll off the ghoulette and lay down between the two of them, back pressed to Swiss’s chest. The two of them rewarded him with soft touches and praises, Swiss even peppering tiny kisses down the back of his sweaty neck. See? He could be sweet when he wanted to be. The three entwined their tails and Dew let himself close his eyes for a moment, basking in the warmth and comfort of his packmates. Sleep would’ve been impossible though with the sounds of whatever Cumulus was doing to Phantom keeping everyone’s interest alive. “Satanas, Droplet, you’re so hot inside, could stay like this forever, you warming my knot. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Hangin’ off my cock all day.”
“Lucifer below, are you perpetually horny? Anyone would think you’re the one in heat,” said Cirrus. Swiss only gave her a wide smile, a flash of fangs before nosing at Dew’s neck again.
“His scent isn’t changing, I think we’ve nearly worn him out.”
“Think you can handle one more, sweetheart?” Mountain asked. Swiss turned his body to look at the earth ghoul and Dew hissed as the knot tugged painfully at his rim.
“Don’t fucking move, dickhead!”
“Aww, your little hole still sensitive?”
“You know it is, asshole.”
“Love you too, baby.” Swiss landed a kiss on his sharp cheek before his face could be batted away. Dew was grumbling something about a “massive fuck-off knot”.
“Dew,” Mountain called again. “Can you take another one?”
The fire ghoul nodded enthusiastically, feeling his cock chub up again at the thought of Mountain’s enormous dick splitting him open and fucking him senseless and not having to think anymore-
“I want you to fuck Phantom.”
“…What?”
That cruel smile curled on the earth’s lips again. “It was your pheromones that pushed him into his first heat early, it’s only fair that you fix his problem.” A whine escaped Dew’s kiss-bitten throat at being denied what he so desperately wanted.
“But Mounty I want your cock, I need your knot, please, I—”
“And you’ll get it, sweet Firelily, but only when I see you’ve fucked Phantom good and proper.” Dewdrop’s blood was set alight with need once again, the fire licking at his nerves at Mountain’s use of the endearing nickname he bestowed on him, one that came from his mouth only and turned Dew’s insides to mush. He nodded his compliance. The earth ghoul crouched down and brushed some stray hairs out of Dew’s face, taking in his molten amber eyes still darkened with lust. “Got something for you.” He held up a large, rounded, silver plug with a red jewel encrusted at the base. His cheeks flared pink and he involuntarily clenched around Swiss’s knot. “Gonna keep all that cum inside you for me.” Dew’s cock pulsed weakly against his belly. The thought of Mountain using Swiss’s cum as lube just so he could take his massive cock—he wanted to sob.
When Swiss’s knot had almost entirely deflated, he quickly caught the escaping flood of cum with the plug and sank it inside Dew’s hole which easily accepted it. The multi gave the jewel a satisfied flick with his finger, loving the sight of it nestled so prettily between the pale mounds of Dew’s asscheeks.
Phantom was sent crawling over to the nest by the ghoulettes and settled himself in Dew’s lap without hesitation, nuzzling into his neck to drink in his sweet cinnamon scent. His breath hitched when Phantom’s lips grazed over his gills, sensitive things left over from his time as a water ghoul. They once allowed him to swim to the depths of the lake outside the abbey but now they served only as hyper-erogenous zones. “So you’re a cuddler, huh?”
“What’s that mean?” Phantom asked with wide eyes. His one amethyst and one pale grey pair of eyes looked like opposite phases of the moon.
“Some ghouls get really clingy during their cycles. Looks like you’re our cuddler, Baby Bat.” The younger ghoul purred at the nickname and playfully knocked his horns against Dew’s. Well, one horn. The shorter one was barely poking out from beneath his black and white streaked hair. “The girls been helping you out?”
Phantom blushed shyly, for what, Dew didn’t know because he was sat naked in his lap, rutting his cock against the fire ghoul’s stomach. “Sunny and Rora opened me up for Lulu’s strap. Hers is so long and thick.”
“It’s good practice for taking Mountain. Took him a while to believe me when I said I could handle him but when I showed him how I could take Lulu’s cock, he finally let me.”
“Tell me,” Phantom sighed with a cant of his hips. “Tell me what he’s like.”
Dew grinned as he laid Phantom down on his back, hovering over him with a knee pressed between his thighs and arms bracketing his flushed face. “Well, between you and me,” he leaned in closer, casting a sly glance to Mountain who was mildly paying attention, two fingers deep in Sunshine. “He secretly likes it when you struggle on him, makes him feel bigger than he already has no right to be, and he loves taking care of you.” Dew circled a finger over Phantom’s loose hole, feeling how slick it was from his prep. “He’ll say nice, soothing things and talk in a soft voice while he lets out all his stresses and frustrations on you in brutal thrusts.” He eased two digits inside the quintessence ghoul and coaxed out some of the lube, then lathered it over his shaft, aligning his tip with his hole. “If you’ve pissed him off, he’ll hoist you up against a wall and fuck you through orgasm after orgasm until you’re boneless and crying, and even then he’ll just lick up your tears and fuck you right through another one.” Phantom mewled at both Dew’s words and the sensation of him pushing in with no resistance because of how wet he was. His legs hooked themselves around Dewdrop’s bony hips and he rocked himself back onto his cock.
Dewdrop fucked into him at a slow, unhurried pace, relishing the silky drag of Phantom’s inner walls against his shaft, and he leaned down to kiss him languidly, greeting his tongue with his own. Everything about the quintessence ghoul was soft and sweet, from the taste of his mouth to the smooth, flexible lines of his body, like the meanders of a river. A now more subdued part of him wanted to see how far he could bend those lines back, how far he could fold the little ghoul in half with his knees thrown over his shoulders and back arched in pure ecstasy. But Dew was tired, a tender, leisurely rhythm was all he could manage. And neither had any qualms with that. Phantom was purring the whole time, muted little rumbles that warmed Dew’s heart and he wanted to drink them straight from the source.
When Dew’s hips began to falter and his panting picked up, Mountain knelt behind him, towering over both of them. The fire ghoul’s stomach swooped when Mountain’s hands effortlessly encircled his hips and gently guided him into continuing his pace. The earth ghoul pushed his hips forward into Phantom, then slowly drew him out, and back in. Dewdrop moaned, throwing his head back on Mountain’s chest as he was once again used for others’ pleasure.
Dew’s eyes were fluttering closed when he felt Mountain’s fingers prodding at the plug, toying with it, pulling it out slightly then pushing it back in. “Mount, oh, fuck, need you, please,” he begged breathily.
“Patience, little one.” With one hand he continued guiding Dew’s hips into fucking Phantom and with the other, ever so slowly pulled the plug out of Dew’s ass and immediately replaced it with the head of his cock to stop the cum escaping. He teased him with the stretch of his tip but cruelly denied him his thick, long shaft that Dew loved to struggle to take so much. Dewdrop whimpered pitifully as Mountain finally sank his cock inside, maddeningly slowly, cum and slick providing perfect lubrication. There was less resistance than normal, Swiss’s knot clearly having loosened him up well, but Dew still couldn’t help the choked cry he gave as the hot coil in his belly snapped when Mountain sheathed himself inside him to the hilt, and he came inside Phantom. “Did you just..?” Dew whined and hid his face from the earth ghoul. “Did you just cum from me being inside you?”
“S’not my fault you have a dick the size of a tree trunk,” he grumbled with not nearly as much venom as he would’ve liked.
“Fuck, that’s so hot, baby, you’re so perfect for me.”
“Don’t go getting a big head about it, don’t know how there’s enough blood in your body to power your brain and your dick at the same time anyway.” Mountain chuckled and kissed the crown of his head with a fond smile. They were brought back to earth by a frustrated whine from Phantom as he tried to fuck himself on Dew. His own dick was still laying neglected and leaking against his stomach.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” Mountain apologized. “Baby, I’m gonna fuck you now,” he murmured huskily into the fire’s ear. “But like you did with Rain, I’m not gonna stop until Phantom cums. If it gets too much, you tap, alright?” Dew nodded.
The first thrust of Mountain’s hips drew a surprised gasp from him as the movement fucked his own dick into the quintessence ghoul. It was an odd, but not unpleasurable sensation, feeling his body move and Phantom’s respond but having no control over himself. He surrendered himself to Mountain, closing his eyes and resting his head back against him. His mouth hung agape and let out little sighs with each thrust that were joined by the grunts and moans of both his partners. The drag of Mountain’s cock inside him was divine, he could feel the thick vein on the underside that he loved to massage with his tongue when he sucked him off, and the tip that usually sat past his tonsils was pressing against his sweet spot so deliciously.
“Mounty, f-fuck, love your cock so much, fucking both of us so good.” Phantom purred his agreement and curled his tail around Mountain’s underneath Dew. His eyes flew open when the earth ghoul stepped up on one foot from his kneeling position and his pace became rougher, more primal, as he mounted Dew properly.
“Mounty, please—more, fuck, don’t care if you break him, just need more,” Phantom babbled, back arching and claws flexing where they were sat limp on either side of his face. Dew was pushed over the edge by Phantom’s words, a final declaration that he was no more than their fucktoy, and he came with a silent scream. Mountain caught his eyes with his forest green ones, a wordless check-in to make sure he wanted that, and Dew nodded frantically.
Mountain fucked into him like he was possessed by a beast, each thrust deep and punishing as he moulded Dew’s insides to fit his cock. He gripped his hips so tight, Dew feared for a second he might crush them but that thought only made his limp cock pulse to life again inside Phantom, that he was completely at the mercy of Mountain’s size and strength. Either way, there would be pretty purple bruises on his skin over where Swiss had left his. Dewdrop came again to that thought, squirting out what dribbles of cum were left in him and Mountain fucked him right through it.
The oversensitivity began to gnaw at him and he was reduced to breathy little “Ah, ah, ah’s” as his lovers continued to take their pleasure. He could feel cum trickling down the backs of his thighs as it was fucked out of him by Mountain and he mewled when calloused fingers ran through it and brought it to his mouth, wiping it on his tongue. Dew sucked Mountain’s fingers, a husky “good boy” whispered in his ear as his eyes welled up with tears for the final time that night as the pain turned to white hot pleasure.
Phantom tightened around his cock just as Mountain’s knot was starting to catch on his rim and his head lolled to the side, so fucked out that he could only make out the blurry shapes of his packmates. Some were jerking themselves off to the scene in front of them while others were entirely preoccupied with each other. He was pretty sure it was Swiss with his head buried between Aurora’s thighs. The earth ghoul stole his attention with a kiss and swallowed his squeal when he rammed his knot inside him at last. He saw that Phantom had already cum, squirts of semen now drying on his stomach and chest. He was staring up at Dew with a blissed out expression, a purplish blush tinting his pale grey cheeks. Mountain’s hips moved in minute thrusts as he rode out his orgasm and fucked his cum deeper into Dewdrop.
He was pulled by the earth ghoul to lay down on top of him, back to his chest, still sat on his knot, and Phantom sandwiched him between them. Even through the haze of being so thoroughly fucked, Dew could smell that because Phantom hadn’t taken a knot he’d need attention again soon, but for now, he embraced his packmates.
Everyone joined them, moving blankets and pillows around and climbing over each other to get comfortable as they cuddled up together in the nest. “Look at that,” said Swiss. “He does have a little swell here.” Dew peaked his head up and saw what the multi was referring to. Just below his navel was a little mound, created by the sheer volume of Mountain’s seed. Dew groaned in exhaustion. He was far too tired to entertain Swiss’s insatiable horniness at that moment. “I volunteer to clean him up!” That would take a while, as Mountain’s knots famously took ages to deflate.
His brain returned after a few minutes of feeling floaty and Aether curled up beside him, looking serious. “Droplet, why didn’t you tell us this was happening? Why did it take me literally barging down your door for you to ask for help with your cycle?” His voice was firm but his eyes were concerned.
“I…” Dew struggled to find the words. He always did. That was part of the reason he kept it to himself.
“It’s okay, sweetheart, we’re not angry, we just want to know so we can help you sooner next time.”
His heart inflated at Aether’s kindness, his gentleness. He really was too good for him. “I…I guess I just—I know how difficult I can be when it’s only one of my cycles, let alone two at the same time. I didn’t want to burden all of you with—with me.”
“Oh sweetheart, you are not a burden to us, never, ever.” He emphasised his point with kisses to his sweaty brow.
“Yeah, don’t ever think like that, we love you so much, Honeydew, you have no idea,” Swiss said, curling his tail around Dew’s.
“See, look, you’ve made Swiss all sappy now.” Aether joked. Dew managed a small chuckle. “If you even doubt it for one moment, just remember how quickly we all stepped up to help you, and we enjoyed it, Dew, that’s important. Or, if you come to one of our bedrooms, we will happily remind you just how much you are loved.”