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You dashed down the corridors and immediately headed outside. There was an old storm cellar/fallout shelter that had been on the abbey's property since the 60's. You had seen it on your initial tour of the place with Imperator. You spotted the double doors by a wall in the courtyard and made a break for it. Your makeshift lock was the sad little crowbar you found that you slipped through the handles from the inside of the cellar. You looked around. A disturbed carpet at the far end of the room. You pulled it aside and noticed a metal hatch. This really is a great place to hide from nukes, you thought to yourself. With all your might you twisted at the wheel on top and pried the hatch open, once more stepping down into another room and closing it behind you. It had been a bit dusty, this one, but upon flipping the old light switch there was an old cot you could sit on and rows of expired canned beans to keep you company. You checked the time on your phone. It was ten past three already. Time was running out. You grinned to yourself.
Swiss was getting frustrated. He had no idea where you would be. Your smell initially had led him to the courtyard (he was clutching onto a sweater you had left in the den yesterday to aid him), but with all the confusing scents lingering outside it was hard to single yours out. It's not like you were the only human with residence there anyway. He looked over to see the ghoulettes crowded in a circle, looking down at something. He walked over to them out of curiosity.
"Does it belong to one of the siblings of sin?" Aurora asked as she pinched it between her fingers. It was a patina bronze ring with a little bass guitar on it.
"Likely. Shall we go put it in lost and found?" Cirrus.
"Wait!" Swiss snatched it from Aurora. He muttered your name. "It's theirs. Where did you find this?" She gestured to the ground by the storm cellar. Swiss smirked. Stashing it away in his pocket, he said,
"Don't worry. I'll make sure they get it. I've been looking for them anyway."
***
Suddenly you heard banging coming from above. Was that... did someone just kick in the cellar doors? Oh fuck... You just needed to hold out a little longer. You were quieter than a mouse. You lifted yourself silently from the cot and flicked off the switch, running to hide behind a metal shelf. You checked the time. Five minutes left. You heard him call your name in sing-song, muffled by the layer of floor above you. It was completely dark. His footsteps stopped just by the hatch. He was really cutting it close to time for sake of drawing this out as theatrically as possible, you thought. You shook your head. Ghouls were so over-the-top sometimes. You saw the hatch lift through the shelf you had been crouched behind and the smallest bit of light stream in. You held your breath. He made his way down the ladder slowly, squinting into the darkness.
"Hm," Swiss said aloud. Did he not see you? Your shelf must have been doing good work of covering you in spite of his keen eyes. shielding your phone light with your knees after he visibly turned away, you checked the countdown. 2 minutes. You clicked it off and looked back up. Wait a minute, where'd he go? You could have sworn he was just over by the hatch. You heard someone clear their throat from above. Shining your phone light up fearfully, you screamed.
He was on the ceiling, grinning down at you.
He dropped down behind you once you made a break for the ladder. The adrenaline made you pump your legs faster than you ever had in your life. Swiss on the other hand was intentionally going a little slower. He thought giving you the false hope might be more amusing. Just as you ran up the steps of the cellar and made it outside, he leapt out at you, breaking into a run. You squealed and dashed across the yard but he wasn't playing anymore. He caught up and tackled you to the ground just before both your phones chimed the alarm. As he turned you over to face him, you tried to wriggle out from under him, but he wasn't about to let his prize out of his sight so easily this time. Your chest heaved as he moved to straddle your hips to keep you down. He moved forward a bit to hold both arms above your head so you'd stop flailing. Letting you catch your breath for a moment, he then leaned in close to your ear.
"I do believe this means I win, doll. Now what was it you said? Anything I want?"
***
Swiss had in fact won fair and square. His request? For now, simply some alone time, he had said, though you knew better than to expect anything but mischief. Because of the stunts you just pulled, you were laying on the couch with Swiss on top, arms curled around you to ensure you wouldn't get away from him this time. If you so much as shifted he would growl. Getting him to let you up for the restroom at one point wasn't too difficult, though he grumbled playfully before letting you up. You couldn't deny it was a little hot, having the ghoul be so clingy. You looked over at the movie playing. You hadn't been paying much attention if you were honest. You were all too content to bask in Swiss's physical touch.
"What am I going to do with you?" He said to you suddenly.
"Come again?"
"I mean," he said, shifting to hover over you, his arms on either side, "What am I going to do to make sure you've learned not to run from me after today?" Your face heated and you looked away, but he took your chin in his hand and turned you back to look at him. "Am I going to have to teach you a lesson?" He punctuated with a smile. "I mean, just saying. You did say you'd do anything."
"I-. Well," You stumbled over your words. He picked you up with ease, carrying you like a mother koala as you wrapped your legs around his torso. You felt his grip fall on your ass, for support he had said, with a playful squeeze. he carried you off to his room, dropping you down on his bed. You pushed yourself up on your forearms, crawling back away from him toward the bedpost as he all but leapt up like a cat, grinning at you like you were his prey. Crawling up your body as you couldn't move back any further, he leaned into your neck. Placing a delicate kiss there, he whispered.
"Will you have me?" Your heart melted.
"Yes," you breathed. Leaning back then to look at you, he smirked. The twinge of malevolence in his eye turned you on a little, you wouldn't lie.
"Good," he said. "Because, little mouse, I intend to show you exactly who you belong to. You won't try to run away from me again, will you?" You shook your head, eyes wide. Pulling you into a laying position, he attached his mouth back on your neck as he groped you through your clothes. You sighed at the feeling, letting him play with you as he pleased. He slipped a hand past the hem of your shirt and began to kiss you softly as he rubbed at the sensitive skin underneath. Your breathing got heavier as his hand slid across your chest, squeezing and kneading as he peppered your mouth and neck with kisses. Pulling your shirt up to your chest, he began to leave feather light kisses down your torso, slowly trailing toward where you needed him most. You whined a little, impatient, as he was taking this time. He squeezed at your ass then, making you yelp. "Patience, little mouse." You sighed, knowing it was your own fault anyway. You said anything, you would let him do whatever he wanted. The foreplay was nice though, you admitted to yourself. grabbing your leg behind your knee and pushing forward on it to grant him easier access to you, he began to slide the same hand down your stomach again as he kissed at the sensitive spot on the side of your neck. Breathing heavily through your nose, his hand reached a pause just over your pelvic bone. He began to slide it down further and rub you through your shorts. Your mouth opened, no sound but your quiet sighs coming out. He continued kissing you as he pressed into your heat, pulling away and smirking as he heard your first audible whimper.
"Swiss..." You sighed. You leaned your head back, eyes fluttering shut. It was then you felt a hand slide beneath the waist of your shorts and cup you over your underwear. He raised an eyebrow, rubbing it experimentally.
"Already wet for me darling?" A sinister laugh fell upon his lips. It was true- your underwear was starting to soak through already. Nestling between your legs and kneading at your chest again, he pulled his hand out to unbutton and unzip your shorts for ease of access, wasting no time in slipping his hand back down and pushing the thin fabric aside to touch you. Your head fell back against the pillow, gasps and sighs exiting your mouth as he rubbed softly at your heat, your eyebrows knitting together. You felt something wrap around your leg all of a sudden and opened your eyes, looking down to see his tail coiled around the thigh of the leg that had been propped up by Swiss, the tip stroking at the back of it, moving toward the inner thigh. Your breathing got heavier and heavier as Swiss worked you up. He had already slipped two thick fingers inside, pumping you slowly and rubbing at your clit with the palm of his hand with every thrust. You were so close-
And just like that he pulled his hand away and stopped. You glared at him angrily.
"Swiss!"
"Told you, doll," he remarked, licking at his fingers. "You need to learn your lesson." You frowned at this, giving him your best show of frustration.
"Ugh!"
"Aw, don't be that way. We'll get you there eventually, baby." He threw you a mocking smile. Releasing your leg from his tail, he removed your shorts all the way, peppering kisses across your lower stomach once he did. Skipping past your heat he began to kiss and suck at your inner thighs. Inhaling deeply, you tried to maintain somewhat of a clear head, but he was making it damn near impossible. Suddenly his mouth came to a stop over your core. He smirked up at you. Suddenly your mood seemed to shift.
"Uh. You don't have to, if you don't want. I mean. Everyone I've been with-"
"Doll." You shut up and looked at him as he cut you off. "I want to. I've been wanting to." His expression was dead serious, and maybe a little... was that anger? Yes. He was mad at your previous lovers for not worshipping your body the way it should be. Fucking humans. You nodded bashfully, giving him the go ahead.
"Okay." He smiled reassuringly at your response from behind your heat and pulled your underwear off, pushing against both of your thighs gently to fold them back out of his way and wrapping his arm around one, gripping the base of it tightly, while the other reached around to your lower stomach to hold you down. Giving no warning, he licked a stripe over your clit, and then attached his whole mouth to your core. You squirmed at the feeling of him, lifting your hips a bit, but his strong hand held you back down. You writhed, giving him the occasional soft whine.
That won't do, thought Swiss as he sucked and licked between your folds. he pressed a long forked tongue inside you and lapped at your insides, intent on drawing out more noise. After a few seconds of this, you released a short moan, louder than usual. Covering your hand over your mouth, he chuckled into you, sending vibrations into your heat. Pulling away and moving to hover back over you, he pulled at the wrist attached to the hand you had over your mouth.
"Ah ah ah!" Swiss laughed. "I want to hear every little sound that comes out of you." You feel your face heat up more than you thought possible and he basks in the heat coming off you in waves. "And since I know you wont listen..." Pressing a knee to your center as he pinned your wrists down as he had before in the courtyard, he looked about the room. Sighing, he yanked at the string on his pants until it came loose completely. He began to wrap it around your wrists, binding them together before securing the ends around one of the wooden slats at the head of the bed. He moved back down your body before lapping at your folds once more, sucking at the sensitive flesh before him. Your legs began to quake.
"Swiss... If you'd," you gasp, "be so kind as to remove some of your clothes too. This is hardly fair." You threw your head back as he continued to wind you up. He stopped and sat up then, looking down as if just realizing. You were right- he remained fully clothed and you were laying there naked from the stomach down save for a thin white t-shirt, ridden up to where it barely covered you, exposing the bottom of the lacy green bra you had on that he had slipped his hands past earlier to touch you. He pulled at his shirt, shucking it off and stripping himself down to his black boxers. His tail flicked back and forth as he looked down at you hungrily, kneeling above you and between your legs as he let you drink him in.
"Better?" He laughed at your wide eyes. Swiss had simultaneously an impressive set of muscles while not being all skin and bone. Your eyes traced his wide shoulders, trailing down, down, until you landed on his bulge. You gulped. Moreover he appeared to be well endowed. He grinned at you before crashing into you from above and attacking your neck again, pressing your thighs open with his hips alone. Snaking a hand up your back, he undid your bra and squeezed at your chest again as you pulled at your restraints. Undoing them impatiently and pulling your shirt and bra over your head, he slammed his hands down beside your head. Your now free hands roamed his skin, from his stomach to his chest to his shoulders, and then down to curl around his arms that caged you in. His tail flicked about more erratically this time and his eyes appeared to glow. He was getting way over excited. Releasing his weight down into your body, your chests flush now, he pressed himself into your core through his boxers and rotated his hips down into yours a few times. You whimpered and he carded a hand through your hair at the roots, tugging as he teased you. His grip on your hair made you even wetter with need.
"Swiss..." you warned. He only smirked.
"Swiss what? Use your words, doll." You looked away in embarrassment. "Come on little mouse..." He squeezed at your bottom with his other hand, pressing his bulge into you once more and gripping your hair a little harder. "If you want me, you're going to have to beg for it. I don't think you've quite learned your lesson yet." You whimpered, glaring at him defiantly yet still trying to rise your hips to meet his to make him give you what you wanted. He didn't like that. Yanking your hair a little, Swiss spoke again, more authoritative and less playful this time. "BEG," he bit, leaning forward to hover above your face. He looked at you expectantly. All traces of amusement in his eyes were gone. All that remained was the yellow glow and dark twinkle of authority. You had to give in. There was no other choice.
"Swiss, please... I need you," You looked at him, eyebrows knit and eyes pleading.
"You can do better than that," he murmured as he moved his head into the crook of your neck. He began to suck at the spot just between the base of it and your shoulder.
"Swiss, please. I need you inside me. I can't wait any longer. Please," You gulped. You couldn't believe what you were about to say. "Put me in my place. Take me. I'm begging you." He pulled away and smirked down at you.
"If you insist, little mouse." He pulled his boxers off and leaned over you again as he took himself in his hand, stroking the head through your slick a bit to get it ready. Your legs quivered in anticipation. using his fingers, he spread your lips open and began to slip his head inside you slowly, testing the waters. As he pushed further in, you began to groan at the slight burning sensation. How long had it been? Moving slowly, inch by inch to stretch you out, he stilled once fully inside you as you adjusted to him. Leaning forward to kiss you sweetly, he pulled away after several seconds and looked you in the eyes. "You know something, doll?" You hummed in response, slightly dazed.
"I will put you in your place. You'll never want to pull one over on me like that again." Before you can respond, he's pulling out and slamming his length back into you, stilling again. You cry out at the force of his hips. Slipping his arms under yours to wrap his hands around and grip at your shoulders, he presses his body flush to yours, pulling almost all the way out again.
"Swiss, I- ah!" He fills you again, thrusting up into you as hard as he can. He begins to move at a steady pace, pumping you slow and hard, slamming up to the hilt of himself with each thrust, producing a muffled slapping sound. You hand finds itself in his hair, tugging at it as he claims you, and you begin to mewl and whimper beneath him, now in pleasure rather than shock.
"You're mine..." He whispers to your soul, going back and forth between pressing kisses to your mouth and neck, and pulling back to watch your contorted expression. Satanas, you were hot, Swiss thought as he audibly growled. Your grip settled on his horns as he continued his assault on your tight hole, which had now stretched reasonably so to allow him to slip through with more ease. "All... mine..." Your whole body quaked, being pushed back and forth with each thrust, which elected groans from Swiss each time. Your little noises pleased the ghoul, taking pride in each one he drew from you. Likewise, the noises he made were incredibly hot. You could feel yourself coming close but you tried to hold on until Swiss was there too. His thrusts began to speed up and become more erratic as you managed to squeak out two words.
"I'm... close..." which caused him to growl. He had been attacking your neck with nips and kisses, pushing himself up a little after a few seconds to continue thrusting as fast as he could to draw himself near.
"Not yet, little mouse," he said, his voice strained. You didn't know how much longer you could hold on. He grasped desperately at your wrists for purchase, squeezing them tightly and pressing them into the mattress as he reached his peak. "Come for me now, baby."
"SWISS!" You cried out, arching your back as you came together, his dick still deep inside you as you clenched around him.
"FUCK," he moaned your name. Coming back down together, he draped his body over yours, peppering kisses to your shoulder before finally pulling out. He kissed your forehead before falling to your side and curling an arm around you. You caught your breath together, the smell of his pine musk and your own cinnamon oil permeating the air and mingling with that of your sweat. You laughed in disbelief. So that's what the appeal of sex was supposed to be. After a couple minutes of laying together, his tail draped loosely over your leg and his arm over your waist, he sat up and went to clean himself up. You heard water running then. Coming back out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, he scooped your bare body into his arms and carried you in. Placing you gently in the warm water that had started to fill the tub and dropping the towel, he climbed in behind you and took a damp cloth, dabbing gently at your forehead as he pulled you into his warm embrace. He took his own body wash in his hand and poured some out onto the washcloth, massaging the pine scented soap into your skin and his own and scooping water over your bodies to rinse off. After rinsing and combing through your hair, he climbed out of the tub. Your legs were still jelly by the end, you could barely stand and he had to hold you up as you stumbled out after him. Wrapping a big, fluffy grey towel around you, he sat you on the edge of the sink while he dug around for a clean shirt to put on you. He came back in and leaned in suddenly, placing his hands beside your thighs and stealing a kiss from you.
"Mph!" You made a noise of delight from the sudden contact. He pulled back and smiled at you, lifting his hand from the sink counter which had been clutching a fresh pair of boxers and one of his shirts for you to wear, placing them in your lap and leaving you to get changed as he did the same back in his room. Smelling his scent on you was doing things to him, spent as he was. You stepped out in his clothes and he eyed you up and down with a smile, buttoning up the fresh pair of pants he had on.
"You've never looked better, doll." Swiss marveled at your post-sex smile- he had never seen anything so beautiful for as long as he could remember. Black tee and boxers covering your bareness, you walked over and picked up your shorts, pulling them on and tucking the tee in. You pinned back your hair with the few bobby pins you had in your pocket. He pulled you in by your hips then and spun you into him, kissing you again. Few weeks as it had been, he was falling hard and fast for you and couldn't get enough of your lips. He felt like a drug addict when it came to you. Giggling as he led you back out into the den, you teased him.
"You know you can go five minutes without kissing me right?"
"Not so sure about that," he mumbled, pulling you into his lap as he sat back down on the couch, pouting his lips at you. You obliged, smiling into the kiss. Opening your eyes, his glamour was now completely gone, his skin a beautiful warm grey and his eyes yellow with black sclera. He was usually less eager to assume this form around you or really any human. Would it scare you? Would you find it ugly? But your pupils dilated a bit as you raked your eyes over his face. He looked at you, a glimmer of nervousness in his face.
"You're so beautiful, Swiss." He smiled at this, pulling you in closer by the apple of your ass as you lay your head in the crook of his neck and moving one hand to massage circles into your back.
"What can I say," he laughed off the nerves. "You must have rubbed off on me." You hummed happily, breathing in the pine that wafted off his grey skin. Rain walked out of his room then, headphone in and an mildly disgusted look on his face. He pulled an earbud out.
"Can you guys keep it down next time when I'm trying to read?" Your face went hot.
"Rain!"
"Just being honest. I don't want to be thinking about that next time I go in Swiss's room to steal his shit." Swiss raised an eyebrow at the water ghoul, clearly annoyed.
"Beat it, Rain." Swiss tightened his grip around you as he said his name. So he was still a little put off by Rain's behavior with you several weeks ago. You were starting to realize this as Rain left the den. Your ghoul was a jealous one, and it was adorable. Eventually you fell asleep in each other's arms like that. You would never run from this one again.
Probably.