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“He’s so pliant,” marvels Phantom as he watches Swiss and Rain rearrange Dewdrop to their liking on the daybed in their sex room.
Aether beams, his chest puffing up. “He is. He’s such a good Mate.
“Dew has such pretty lips…dontcha, Dewie?” Rain runs a thumb over Dewdrop’s kiss-swollen lips, and he smiles up at the Water Ghoul.
“Good for cocksucking,” Dew quips.
“True,” rumbles Rain as he pulls down Dew’s bottom lip with his thumb. “They do look better stretched around my cock.”
Obediently, Dewdrop parts his lips and lets Rain slide inside.
“Mmm,” hums Swiss as he angles Dew’s hips up. “And look how well my boy arches his back. You can’t teach that shit.
Phantom shuffles closer, eyes wide as he watches Swiss lube up and push in. “Shit,” he hisses as Swiss bottoms out.
Aether drapes an arm over his shoulder.
“You should see how well he takes my fat knot. Sucks it right in and catches it nicely.”
“Oh fuck, man,” grunts Swiss as he thrusts slowly into Dew, “can I knot him? He’s fucking tight.”
Sunny perks up from where she’s lounging with the girls in their own little sticky petting pile amongst the best pillows.
“Only if I get to ride him once you're locked. He does give good knot.”
Aurora giggles, “He’s so compliant!”
Cirrus looks up from where her nose is in Cumulus’ hair as her Mate sucks on her tit.
“Just as long as we get to peg him once you boys are down stuffing him full.”
Cumulus turns her head just enough to speak out the side of her mouth.
“Yeah! I wanna make him arch pretty too!”
Aether gives them a two-fingered salute. "I could never deny you, loves."
Phantom has craned his long neck and is now bent sideways to watch Dewdrop’s cock bob along to the squelching spitroast he’s enjoying.
“He does have a nice cock, huh?”
Aether licks his lips.
“I mostly enjoy watching him cum on my knot, but he does make the most brilliant sounds when you suck him off.”
Rain moans, and fucks Dew’s face faster. “And he tastes hellish.”
Phantom turns to Aether with wide eyes.
“S-so…should I knot him or taste him?”
An equal amount of “fuck him!” and “suck him!” shouts come from various corners of the room.
“You should fuck him so you can watch the way his back muscles ripple,” pants Swiss from where he’s doing just that.
“And if you do that, I can ride him too,” Aurora purrs as she slides against clever fingers.
“Fuck yeah!” says Sunny, and she removes her own fingers from slick folds just long enough to high five Aurora.
Dew moans around Rain’s cock, and every Ghoul in the room can smell his thickening arousal.
“Oh fuck,” breathes Phantom. “He liked that.”
Aether runs a light palm down Dewdrop’s back from nape to ass. “Dew likes to fuck.” His fingertips make a quick trail across the thick of Swiss's flexing thigh. “And I like to watch.”
Tongue poking out in concentration as he fucks into Dew, Swiss turns briefly to beam at Aether.
Rain’s hand digs into Dew’s mess of hair to angle his head up.
“We all like to watch Dewie get fucked. Lookit this face—” Dew’s face is a mess of spit, snot and tears, “—perfection.”
Dew gurgles, pleased.
Aether nuzzles Phantom.
“You should see how perfect my Mate looks with a mouthful of knot.”
“You just like sticking your knot in Dew!” shouts Cumulus, who has since moved on to the other tit.
Aether just grins with too much fang.
“I’m gonna…” huffs Rain, “I’m gonna see how—”
Rain grunts before throwing his head back; he holds Dewdrop by the hair with a firm hand and pushes his face flush with his curls. Aether and Phantom draw closer to watch as Rain’s knot expands. Dew’s eyes are wide and glazed as his jaw opens and his cheeks puff out.
“Fuck, man,” pants Swiss, “you couldn’t’ve waited for me? Now I’ve gotta be careful.”
Phantom watches as Aether leans in to whisper softly into Dew’s ear before pressing soft kisses down his neck and bicep.
“You’re lovely like this, my Love. Stuffed full and sloppy.” He runs his hand down the underside of Dew’s chin and neck. “My beautiful Mate.”
“While you’re down there, Aeth, wanna give my knot a squeeze?”
Aether looks up at Rain who is pie-eyed and smirking.
“Squeeze your own fecking knot.”
Mountain rumbles from the side of the room in his soft nest. Cirrus has a loose hand lightly stroking him—or what she can grip, anyway.
Dude’s huge.
Rain sighs. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be over in a second, Monty.” He winks at Phantom, one fang poking out the side of his mouth. “I gotta keep the big guy fluffed until Dewie’s nice and stretched.”
Phantom’s jaw drops.
“Dew’s really going to…?”
Swiss lets out a hiss before smacking his hips hard into Dewdrop’s ass and letting his knot pop. “Fuck. Shit.”
Dew lets out a tremulous, muffled moan that goes straight between Phantom’s legs, and his semi fills further.
Aether swipes some of the precum leaking from Dew’s cock and sucks it into his mouth. “Mmm,” he rumbles, eyes closed.
Dew rocks back and forth on Ghoul cock as Rain teeth purrs happily and Swiss's hips give little abortive twitches, his bottom lip almost white under the pressure from his teeth.
Phantom palms his cock, suddenly eager to get himself inside Dewdrop. He only startles slightly when Aurora presses into him from behind and wraps her arm around his waist.
“Lemme keep you warmed up while the other Ghoulies have their turn, Tam-Tam.”
“I—oh…” stutters Phantom as her hand slips into his boxers, and he shifts his weight into the press of her curves.
Rain seems to take great pleasure in watching Dew wheeze around his knot and try to swallow without choking on his own spit, but he also gently runs his thumb across his cheekbones. And when Rain finally pops free, he swipes Dew’s face clean of tears and spit before leaning down for a kiss. Dew’s mouth parts open in anticipation, and he lets out a little whine when their lips meet. The kiss is deeper than Phantom expected, and he kind of wants in on it, but he also doesn’t want to jostle Aurora from her lovely hand job.
“I need you back in my playroom, soon,” says Rain once he pulls away. “I need to see your face slick with tears for real for real.”
Smiling, Aether sighs. “I’d love to watch, yeah?”
“Of course.”
“Enough yammering on,” Sunny barks as she stalks by. “I believe I was promised a knot.”
Phantom shifts as much as he can without disturbing what’s going on in his pants, and his gaze lands on the other corner of the room. Cirrus has abandoned her grip(ish) on Mountain (who is on the receiving end of an extremely sloppy blow-job from Rain) and is instead enraptured by her Mate’s head between her legs. Phantom doesn’t know which scent is more intoxicating—the tangy smell of Ghouleh slick, or the heady musk of aroused Fire Ghoul.
Aurora’s face presses into his back.
“Satan Lucifer, Tam-Tam…I might just fuck you myself if you’re gonna keep smelling like that.”
He trembles. “I'm Sorry?”
Suddenly, there’s a hand gripping his jaw, and Aether turns his face back to Dew.
“Look at my Mate.”
There’s a complicated situation going on with a smug-looking Swiss supporting a blissed-out Dewdrop in his lap and on his chest; the muscles in his powerful arms bulge as he uses the daybed for leverage, but he rubs his face and chin over Dew reverently. Sunny is fucking Dew for her pleasure, and she rides him with rocking hips as her stomach undulates enticingly but she still lightly runs her hands up and down his surprisingly cut chest.
“He’s got a body built for pleasure. It would be a bloody shame if you didn’t partake, Tammy.” Aether puts his hand over Aurora’s through the material of Phantom's boxers, matching her stroke. “Imagine it’s your knot all snug while Rory gets hers.”
Hips bucking, Phantom growls.
Aurora purrs, her face still pressed into the curve of his back. “Oh, yes, Tam-Tam. Let’s.”
Dew makes a small noise right before Sunny lets out an, “Oh, yes...fucking fill me with your fat knot. Yes, yes, yes…ughn.” Her back bows as she continues to grind down in Dewdrop’s lap, and his body jerks in the tight hold Swiss now has around him. Sunny growls, and then lunges for Dew’s neck; there’s an appealing sound as she bites down, and then Swiss is growling and biting down on the other side. Dew’s eyes are cast upward, and he’s moaning like he’s getting paid for this.
Aether tips his head onto Phantom’s shoulder.
“Fuck. Nothing makes me hornier than seeing him covered in claims. Seeing how desirable he is.”
As Sunny and Swiss lick the wounds clean and lean back, Phantom can admit he can see the appeal.
Aether walks over to where Swiss and Sunny are lounging, waiting out their respective knots. Dewdrop’s neck is boneless, and his head is lolling back and forth, but he fixes his gaze on his Mate when Aether approaches. When he lovingly runs a fingertip over the fresh bites, Dew chitters happily.
“They look beautiful on you, Love.”
“Hell yeah they do,” says Swiss. “I don’t play.”
“Mmm,” agrees Sunny. “We gotta show the other Ghouls what a nice piece of arse Dew is.”
Aether turns to catch Phantom's eye before he runs a finger across Dew’s bare, unmarked shoulder.
“Still plenty of real estate.”
Even as Phantom’s fangs distend and start to drip, Aurora is bouncing and peaking out from behind him.
“I’m gonna bite him so hard.”
“Oh hunny,” says Cirrus, and they all turn to where she’s licking her Mate’s face clean, “we’re all going to bite him hard when it’s our turn.”
“Yeah!” says Cumulus as she guides Cirrus’ hand between her slick-shiny thighs.
Mountain rumbles in agreement before Rain pops off his cock to add, “Shit, I owe him a claim.” Gently, but insistently, Mountain presses Rain’s head back down.
Aether leans down to lock lips with Dewdrop, and Phantom’s cock throbs in Aurora’s grip. She peeks around and up at him.
“You could return the favor, Tam-Tam.”
“Oh, yeah—right.”
Sheepishly, Phantom twists so that he can pet her in time to her strokes—his fingers slip-sliding through her cunt and lightly stroking her clit—and while they wait for Dew to be free, they take in the other side of the room. Cirrus is sucking on her Mate’s neck while massaging her clit with steady fingers, and Rain is using whatever he can—hands, mouth, tail—to keep Mountain needy.
Finally, there’s a wet sucking noise, and when Phantom turns back to Dewdrop, Aether is supporting his trembling Mate while Swiss and Sunny slide off the daybed. There is some nuzzling, some scenting, and when Aether whispers something into Dew’s ear, Dew nods in great jerks, and Aether lays him back onto the bed.
With a wicked grin, he gestures from Phantom and Aurora to Dew’s languid form.
“All yours, mates.”
Aurora practically parkours off Phantom’s body to get to Dewdrop first, but with Phantom’s long legs they both make it to the daybed at the same time. And they do kind of need to work together. There’s a bit of rolling around and some grumbling on who’s going to be the bottom of the sandwich, but in the end, Phantom ends up on his back because there’s no way Dew is in any state to be active enough to go hard enough for Aurora.
Dew is a grinning ragdoll, and pretty much happy to let them both do all the work, but when he finally sinks down on Phantom’s lubed cock reverse cowghoul, all irritation flies out of his head. Moaning at the tight pressure, he wraps an arm around the Fire Ghoul’s middle and begins to bounce him. Dew just drapes backwards over Phantom’s chest and presses his face into his neck.
A smack to his other arm has Phantom’s eyes focusing on the tiny, looming Ghoulette.
“Slow your roll, mister! I need to get on this ride.”
Phantom reluctantly slows his thrusts before holding his hips still.
“Fuck, Rory—hurry up…he feels too good.”
Aurora rolls her eyes. “You’ll deal.” She straddles Dew, licking up his chest and neck until she can suck on his lips. Dew’s hips buck, and Phantom’s whole body trembles with the effort to not fuck up again.
“Rory,” he whines, and she sighs.
“He always tastes as good as he feels when he’s like this,” she says before she finally seats herself on Dew’s filling cock.
Dewdrop’s whole body jerks, and he makes a half-choked noise—it’s a good thing that he’s bookended or he might have slipped right off Phantom's dick.
“Oh,” Dew gasps, “Oh fuck…oh fuck…”
Phantom’s patience runs out, and he starts bouncing again despite Aurora’s protests that she wasn’t ready. Unlike Swiss, Phantom doesn’t quite have the arm strength to hold everyone up, so the 3 of them pretty much end up prone with Aurora doing most of the work. Phantom thinks that he’d like a little more slide up and down his length, but Dewdrop is an enticing, quivering mess, and watching Aurora’s tits bounce isn’t bad, either.
“C’mon, Dewie…come on,” pants Aurora as her hips work back and forth frenetically. “Want your knot. Want you to give it to me good."
Dew make a little noise, his stomach muscles shaking as he tries to thrust, and fuck—Phantom can get behind more movement, so he props himself up on one arm to give Dew more support.
“Yeah, Dew…that’s it. Wanna fill you with my knot. Wanna make you cum in Rory.”
His hips can’t help rocking up even if he can’t get in a full thrust. He closes his eyes and tries to concentrate on stimulating the tingle at the base of his cock that will pop his knot. Phantom’s head ends up pressed in Dew’s back, and he smells so good that he can’t help licking the sweat from any expanse of flesh his tongue can reach. Aurora is letting out little gasps, and Phantom hopes that means Dew’s knot is close to swelling, because he’s already planning on rolling them over to get his.
He gets his wish, and soon Dewdrop’s body locks and Aurora lets out a little squeak of pleasure. Both of them start quaking in counter, and Phantom’s cock throbs hard. He lets them ride out the biggest waves of their orgasms, and then he’s wrapping his arms around them and rolling onto his knees.
“Oh—! Woo!” says Aurora, but Dew just makes a low rumble as he flops over.
Bracketing them both with his long arms, Phantom can’t help but start railing into Dew as he finally gets some more action up and down his hard length. Dew is making huffing little moans, and Aurora is laughing like she's intoxicated, but Phantom doesn’t think he could stop the pump of his hips if his life depended on it.
“That’s it, my boy!” hoots Sunny. “Get it!”
“Damn, son!” Swiss hollers. “You’re really giving it to ‘em.”
There’s more yelling, but with the blood roaring in his ears and his own wheezing breaths, all Phantom registers is incoherent sound. Dew is pliant and tight, and Phantom can feel his knot inflating rapidly with each thrust in and out of his hole. His climax hovers just out of reach, however, and he lets out a whimper in his need.
There are more shouts of encouragement, but it isn’t until he pushes in deep—wanting to feel the heat of Dewdrop all around him—and Dew squeezes hard around him does Phantom’s knot fully pop and lock in place. He makes a gurgling noise accompanied with a spray of spit as the hot rush freezes him in place, and then he howls when the blinding waves of pleasure wrack his body.
All he sees is white and all he hears is static, but it’s the taste of Dew that brings him back to the here and now. His teeth are sunk deep into his shoulder, and Phantom can’t really see a reason why he should release just yet when his hips are still trying to rock into Dew to ride out the last of the pleasure. All he knows is the Fire Ghoul should have something to remember who dicked him down so good.
It’s Aether, with soft words and gentle touches, who finally manages to get him to delatch after his knot finally goes down an indeterminate time later. Phantom is as boneless as Dewdrop, and it takes assistance from Aether and Swiss to get him into a pillow nest. As he settles himself, he sees Aurora and Sunny are already in their own pile for two, but when she notices Phantom’s gaze, she gives him a thumbs up.
As he sinks into the pillows further, his gaze lands on the daybed where Aether is wrapped around Dew and tipping a glass of water into his mouth and Swiss is gently running a washcloth up and down his flushed skin.
“You too, hunny,” says Cirrus who is suddenly crouching at Phantom’s side and offering him his own glass of H2O as she sets down a basin sloshing soapy water.
With detached interest, he notices his arms trembling as he takes the glass; he chugs it in deep gulps, uncaring when some of it streams out the sides and down his neck, barely even clocking the warm washcloth on his sensitive cock as Cirrus cleans him perfunctorily.
“Fuck,” he says as he stares at the empty glass.
Finishing up, Cirrus pats his shoulder as she stands.
“Yeah.”
Phantom eyes where Aether is kissing Dew’s neck and running his hands up and down his arms, careful to avoid the four raw bites on his neck and shoulder line.
“Is that it?”
Cumulus rolls into the nest, and Phantom lets her drape across his criss-cross applesauce, but he makes sure not to touch anything that might get him bit in the not-fun way.
“Nah! Just giving him a breather.”
“Can’t break our pack bitch,” says Rain, smirking, from where he's in Mountain’s lap, his tail wrapped around the big guy’s pulsing cock.
Cirrus makes a disapproving, clucking sound at him.
“Don’t be crude.”
Rain pouts. “What? He likes it when he’s under me.”
In a fluid motion, he stands up—much to Mountain’s dismay—and slinks over to the bed. He tilts Dew’s chin up and rubs his cheek against his.
“Dontcha, Dewie? Aren’t you a good little pack bitch?”
Phantom does notice the end of Dewdrop’s tail give a little wag.
Aether just looks bemused and runs his chin over the crown of Dew’s head.
“What do you think, Love?”
Dewdrop blinks owlishly and then focuses on Rain’s face and smirks.
“If I’m such a good little pack bitch, where’s my bite, Rainy?” He sticks out his lower lip cartoonishly. “Was my mouth not good enough for your knot?”
Growling, Rain grabs Dew’s neck, but instead of squeezing (like Phantom expects), he uses it for leverage to lean forward and sink his teeth into the meat of one tit. Dew jerks, but it’s clear from the way his eyes roll back into his head it’s not from pain. Once Rain’s satisfied he’s made a good claim, he lets go, and then the three of them start making out.
Phantom hadn’t even realized his jaw was hanging open until Cumulus closes it.
“Boyfriend core,” she says, shrugging.
A creaking sound draws Phantom’s attention to Cirrus (with a brief detour to where Swiss has taken up where Rain had left off with Mountain) who’s dangling two massive-looking straps from her fingertips.
“If he’s coherent enough to snark, then he’s coherent enough to take more cock.”
Cumulus claps enthusiastically, and scrambles out of their nest (and none too gently if the scratches from her claws and the slight tap to his junk are any indication) in her excitement to have her go.
As they suit up, Phantom stretches and decides to approach Sunny and Aurora to see if they’re open to a third in their heavy petting duo. At his questioning trill, Aurora whispers something to Sunny, and she grins and nods in response. Sucking Aurora’s slick off her fingers, she walks over to Swiss as Aurora grasps Phantom’s hip. Phantom lets himself be guided into the line of her body, but when he goes in for a kiss, she wags her finger at him and presses his back into the wall.
He raises a brow at her, but then Swiss joins them, and she points at the floor with a manicured claw. Smile wide, Swiss immediately drops to his knees, and when she presses a toe to his chest, he lies flat on the pillows. With a wink, Aurora sinks down onto her knees to sit on Swiss’s face before gathering her hair into a ponytail.
And yeah: ok.
On the daybed, Dewdrop is back on all fours. Cumulus guides his mouth onto her cock, and Cirrus rocks hers into his hole inch-by-inch accompanied by wet squelches. Aurora’s sweet mouth has already coaxed his cock back up, but the visual of Dew once again taking it from both ends is enough to make him hard as a rock, and he moans, his hand coming up with the intention to grab her hair hard, but at the last moment simply resting his palm lightly on the side of her head instead.
With Rain’s assistance, Cumulus is angling Dew’s head to shove her cock as far down his esophagus as he can take. Rain pets lightly down Dewdrop’s throat as Dew’s eyes begin to bulge and water. Phantom’s eyes unfocus with the wet, oral pleasure he’s receiving, but even he can see how flushed Dew’s face is becoming; he’s starting to jerk and pull away, but Cumulus just bites her bottom lip, her eyes locked with Dew’s as she holds him in place with a hand to the back of the head.
Shit.
Just as Dewdrop is beginning to make rasping noises, Rain taps Cumulus’ thigh, and she pulls out immediately in a trail of spit and mucus. Dew falls forward, gasping and coughing. Rain runs a comforting hand down his back, but Cirrus, who has been in a holding pattern—cock buried deep—grabs him by the waist and starts an unrelenting fuck into him.
Dew cries out and fists the sheets, and Phantom’s cock throbs at the sight and sound. Aurora hums around him, and he goes cross-eyed for a second. When his vision clears, Rain’s hand is supporting Dew’s chest, and he's back up on his arms—although jolting forward with each smack of Cirrus’ hips into his ass.
“Oh yeah,” she pants. “He’s definitely going to cum on my cock.”
Cumulus caresses his jaw as she angles his head up again.
“He’s always been very responsive.”
Eyes slits, Dewdrop opens his mouth wide, and both Rain and Cumulus chirrup in delight. They guide her cock back into his mouth and back down his throat.
The gurgling and tears is too much for Phantom, and there’s no stopping his hurtling climax.
“Rory…” he rasps in warning, and she executes a perfect deepthroat. His head thunks back against the wall as he shoots once, twice down her esophagus, and then she’s pulling back to slowly massage his pulsing cock with soft lips curled over teeth.
After she pulls off, he slides down the wall, half focused on Dewdrop getting whammied by an unmoved Cirrus and half focused on the bow of Aurora’s back as she lets herself cum on Swiss’s tongue while he quickly jacks himself.
“Once more should do it,” Rain is saying as Cumulus nods and steadies her cock once again for insertion.
Phantom sinks his hand into Swiss’s hair to give him scritches, and then turns to where Mountain’s practically vibrating under the teasing ministrations of Sunny’s hand and tail as she lazily plays with herself, head resting on his shoulder. Mountain’s eyes are lasered onto Dewdrop, and his anticipation has become a potent smell.
Cirrus has slowed to sinuous rolling thrusts as Rain and Cumulus once again guide down Dew’s head. When he starts to tremble, she coos,
“It’s ok, little one. You can do it. You can cum on my cock.”
Dew makes a little strangled mewl as he starts to quake and sway.
“Hold…hold…” directs Rain as he supports Dew, and Cumulus’ fist tightens in his hair as she keeps him in place.
Phantom clocks the moment Dew’s muscles tense and he locks up.
“Now,” barks Rain, and Cumulus quickly pulls out. Dew collapses and starts screaming into the sheets, his hips grinding into the bed even as Cirrus follows him down and continues pumping. She fucks slowly into him—as Rain clears Dew's sweaty hair away from his face—stopping only when Dewdrop’s limp hand fumbles behind him to tap her leg. Cirrus stops, but stays in place until Dew stops twitching. She gives his flank a validating double pat before easing out of him, and he grunts, but otherwise makes no effort to move.
Aether hasn’t moved from his vantage point in a catty-corner armchair, his one hand resting firmly on the sizable bulge in his boxers.
Swiss and Aurora have piled into where Phantom landed, and when Swiss sees where Phantom is looking, he says,
“Oh...man’s not going to get off. Him and our little gremlin have their own little ritual for later.” Swiss makes a lazy dismissive gesture. “I don’t ask. Mate shit.”
“Oh.”
Cumulus has Dew's head in her lap, stroking his hair as Cirrus is back with a clean washcloth and fresh basin to clean him up, and Phantom admires her stamina. If he didn’t think his legs would turn to jelly under him, he’d get a round for his little pile. Rain has left the girls to care for Dewdrop and is helping Mountain up from his nest of beanbag chair and pillows.
As Mountain approaches the daybed, Phantom swears he’s grown another inch—but maybe it’s just because he’s on the floor. Despite clearly gagging for it, he waits patiently as the girls help Dew cool down and warm up.
Sunny flops into their pile, and Aurora unsticks herself from Swiss and Phantom to purr and cuddle with her. Swiss gives him his giant smile, and Phantom decides to lick his face clean of Aurora.
Because he’s selfless like that.
A mighty rumble that reverberates through the room alerts the four of them to happenings. Mountain is kneeling on the bed as Rain encourages Dewdrop up on all fours; Dew’s limbs are shaky, and just when he gets up, one, or the other, seems to fold on him. He shakes his head at Rain, and—at a glance from his boyfriend—Mountain shifts off his knees to a half-reclined position.
Cumulus and Cirrus—fresh from their own cleanup—squirm into their pile with more soft things for the nest, and Phantom ends up as the base to their cuddle.
Back on the bed, Dewdrop—with Rain’s arms under his armpits behind him—slowly attempts to sink down onto Mountain’s well-slicked tip; Mountain’s hands grip hard into Dew’s waist, and Phantom wonders if he’s going to finally lose it and yank the Fire Ghoul down. But—while he appears to apply some downward pressure—he lets Dew take it at his own pace.
Every Ghoul in the room seems to hold their breath as, panting, Dew lowers himself enough to let Mountain’s cockhead breach his rim. The Earth Ghouls growls, and his hips spasm as he holds himself back from impaling Dewdrop.
“Not many can take Monty,” whispers Cumulus. “Rainy can, but—”
“But he’s a size queen,” giggles Aurora, and Sunny and Swiss chuckle along.
Cumulus ignores the peanut gallery.
“Dew’s a bit of a masochist, so…” she shrugs, leaving him to fill in the rest.
Back on the bed, a focused Mountain is giving shallow fucks up into Dewdrop; Dew’s head is thrown back, eyes screwed shut tight, and his whole body is quaking…but the room permeates with his intense scent of arousal.
Transfixed at this point, Phantom watches as slowly, gradually, more length disappears into Dewdrop—and with each inch, Dew’s own cock fills fuller and fuller. At some point they reach the sweet spot, and Dew drops forward on his arms over Mountain’s chest. As if that’s that magic word, Mountain starts to thrust a little more aggressively, a little more quickly.
Phantom doesn’t think he’s imagining it that the entire room is vibrating with his low growl.
Dew is letting out little keens of pleasure as he works himself back into Mountain’s thrusts; Rain hasn’t moved, but is using one of his hands to work the length of cock that isn’t getting inside Dew.
Mountain’s mouth drops open, and he begins to pant even as a rumble still emanates from his chest. He lets out a few low chirps, and Dewdrop, eyes still squeezed shut, manages to find his mouth. A pleased purr erupts from Mountain, and he hungrily devours Dew’s mouth—seriously tho: lips and tongue work the whole situation under Dew’s nose—until the small Ghoul falls back down onto his forearms.
The pile starts to smell of turned-on Ghouls, and hands and tails start to rove as the six of them watch the show.
Mountain’s toe claws are digging into the mattress, and his eyes are starting to glow; his fangs—which had only been aesthetically peeking out before—distend fully, and it’s the first time Phantom has seen them at full mast. They’re long, sliding well over his lips and stop just before his chin. Phantom can’t help but sit up straighter, leaning forward, to see just how the fuck Dew is going to take them as well (he missed when the girls gave him matching bites on his biceps, but hell if he’s going to miss this).
Dew looks half out-of-his-mind with only the whites of his eyes showing as he rides what can—which is still a lot—and Mountain looks like a rabid animal about to destroy lives.
“Ç̴͈̺͖̿̏ù̸͖̟̺͙m̴̯̯̋̽̍̚͜ ,” Mountain commands in his Hell voice, and Dew lets out a howl like a wounded animal before he basically contorts backwards. His swollen cock gives a mighty kick, and then it’s spurting ropes of cum like an Italian fountain as his whole body jerks and spasms. He drapes over Rain as he continues to shake with the aftershocks, but the Water Ghoul barely notices, too intent on making sure Mountain doesn’t actually rearrange Dew’s guts.
Mountain’s howl is one of triumph as his hips buck up hard right before he lunges to claim Dewdrop.
Rain holds the fuck on for dear life to prevent catastrophe—one hand curled around the exposed length of Mountain, and the other sliding down to clamp hard around the swollen knot there.
Phantom’s heart leaps a little when he sees Mountain’s mouth on Dew’s neck—because there’s no way he didn’t miss anything important—but when he lets out a mewl of distress, Cirrus shushes him.
“He only bit through the excess skin, Tammy. He’s no mewling—he’s been wielding those fangs for a while.”
When Phantom’s eyes flick back to Mountain, he sees Dew grinning stupidly, eyes half-moons. Rain is doing double duty supporting the weight of his body while also massaging Mountain’s knot…but Phantom sees that he's sporting a semi, so he can’t be too put upon.
Once Mountain stops twitching, Rain carefully extricates himself, making sure to redistribute the weight of both his boyfriends to support each other. Dew looks high as fuck, and instead of letting go of his neck, Mountain’s arms come up and around to give Dew something to lean back into. Phantom expects Rain to finally separate them, but instead, he flops onto the bed next to them, hand languidly stroking his cock as he observes Mountain snarling and growling into his bite.
“Rain likes it when Monty gets all growly,” whispers Cumulus. She tilts her head thoughtfully. “And when Dew gets put in his place.”
“I mean, it’s totally hot,” quips Aurora.
Phantom can’t disagree.
It’s only once Rain has jacked himself to completion somewhat quietly that he finally moves to remove Mountain’s jaws from Dewdrop’s neck. By then, a good majority of his own pile is half-dozing, and Phantom feels the pull of slumber himself.
With a few gentle caresses to his face and a few softly-spoken words, Mountain finally releases Dew, and his fangs practically recoil back into his gums. Dew immediately slumps into Aether—who Phantom was too sleepy to notice move—and Mountain flops back onto the bed. As the two coherent Ghouls administer to their partners, Phantom realizes he was only holding on to make sure everyone was taken care of.
The smell of happy, contented Ghouls now fills the space, and Phantom finally lets himself drift off, warm and safe in the pile of his pack.