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Heated Pleasure

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You, Swiss and Rain have been in a poly relationship for ages now-- you're well established partners in the Clergy... and so are their heat cycles, which often fall one after the other. When it's Rain's turn, you find yourself receiving a text invitation.

Pairing: Swiss/afab reader/Rain Polycule Word Count: 6.5k Tags: biting, choking, knotting, heat, threesome, cum eating, female oral, claws, animalistic Ghouls cw worthy tags are bolded for ease

Rain is in heat. You know this, because he's been leaving you very detailed messages about it-- texts flood your phone with the various descriptive desires of one of your Ghouls, and you would be lying to yourself if you said you weren't secretly expecting a note to show up at your door, calling you to the dens that they share. Still, though, these texts feel more explicit than usual. Your heart pumps with adrenaline as you read through the salacious messages again. How he can't stop thinking about how your mouth feels around his cock. How he wants to bury himself in you until you're overflowing with his cum-- most of it could be misconstrued as normal horny-posting from any Ghoul with a cell phone, until one specific message.

The message that got you, made you gasp and clench your thighs together, was the one where he mentioned he has a right mind to breed you. You've always thought that Ghouls were sterile, but you guess not, and now you're more than a bit curious. So you've been keeping your schedule open. Just in case he calls, of course. You itch and ache for them both, and it likely won't get any better until you have a searing hot cock inside of at least one of your holes.

You feel a slight vibration in your pocket and pull out your phone. Perfect timing-- it's Swiss. He's sent you a text that says, "Come over." He isn't usually this short and to the point, and something about the text grabs at your gut in a way that tells you you're about to get what you want. You look at the time. It's almost midnight, and you aren't likely to get any sleep tonight unless you sate the yearning between your thighs. You sigh and shrug. Better now than later or tomorrow, you think. You grab your keys and wallet and lock the door behind you, shutting it quietly enough to keep the other Sibling's slumber uninterrupted. You head out into the night, traipsing quickly down the steep stone stairs leading from the dormitories to the lobby of the Abbey.

The large statue of the Baphomet sits hunkered down in the center of the lobby, large ruby eyes glistening wetly in the light from the braziers on the wall. You take a moment to uncross yourself, kissing your rosary in front of the statue and offering silent reverence for the absolute plowing you know you're about to receive-- who are you kidding, any pleasure *this* sinful has to have come from the Dark Lord himself. They don't call it a 'devil's threeway' for nothing, after all.

You shake the spider webbing thoughts from the corners of your mind and hunker down by the side of the statue dais, locating the large black iron ring that serves as a door handle. The trapdoor swings up towards you with ease, silent on well-greased hinges. The path leading down is a bit darker than you would like and you feel your hackles rise slightly. Your breathing quickens and you fumble for the handrail, fingers finally wrapping around cool wrought-iron after blind flailing for a few moments. You know they probably can hear your heart pounding in your chest, but it's just Swiss and Rain waiting for your arrival down there, right? No need to be scared.

For you, at least.

The tunnels wind past the prison and stop cell blocks for the Siblings who've been cast aside by the Church, whether through discipline or willingness, and don't know that they're essentially living sacrifices. You feel sorry for them, but then again, they had to be the worst Siblings. Even for Papas, torture, or even death, tends to be undesirable. You shudder slightly as you remember the former Papa Emeritus the Third, whose reign in the church ended violently. They say if you can survive the dungeons under the Abbey, no infernal entity will ever frighten you again. Rumor has it that Earth has had new Siblings in the past, although you haven't seen any, except for the acolytes.

A chill rushes past you and you feel ice in your fingertips. Is it your own nerves getting the better of you, or are the stones breathing with your arrival? You manage to shake off the grip of fear that threatens to turn your innards to liquid, and slink your way down the stairs. Sconces alight on the walls as you descend, past the door that marks the cells and into the dens of the Ghouls.

It's cozier here than you expected; even the ceilings are decorated with chandeliers, and the walls are framed with archways that give you the feeling of being inside a grand space while still reminding you that you're underground. There are plush cushions and other various fabrics strewn about the floor, surrounding a low lying platform in the middle of the room. The other Ghouls lounge and play about on various instruments as you make your way down the stairs, finishing the last step. Their eyes are alight as their gaze locks onto yours, illuminated almost eerily in the dance of the flames that lick up the sconces on the walls. Some are draped half over the edge of the platform, some entangled with one another, while others look inviting to sit upon.

One of the Ghouls catches your eye, slanted smile painted on their smarmy face. You can't tell if it's a Ghoul or a Ghoulette, but their eyes scream of sex and the flick of their tail suggests that they find you attractive enough to consider it. You smile and catch yourself, quickly averting your eyes towards the corridor and jerking your chin slightly.

"Are Rain and Swiss down there?" you ask. The Ghoul looks disappointed briefly before wiping it from their face and taking on a flirty and airy look instead. They wave their fingers in the direction of the hallway before tucking their hand back under their chin.

"Down there, sweet skin. Unless you'd rather spend the night with me instead." The Ghoul's forked tongue comes out to flick towards you quickly. "Bet I could make you smile, hm?" You huff out a surprised laugh and feel heat creeping up your face, no doubt visible to the Ghoul with their vision.

"I have a- uh- arrangement," you stammer out, jerking your thumb lamely in the direction they indicated. Their eyebrow cocks up and you feel your blush deepen. "Prior! We, uh- made it."

They shrug and run their long, forked tongue over the side of their teeth. "Tis your loss, pretty one. Come find me sometime, and bring the Ghouls. I'm always amenable to a plaything or two." Their tail flicks in amusement and you shiver; your thighs are wet now, as if the Ghoul has convinced your own nether bits that you want it to happen without conscious thought.

You stutter out an "Okay" before turning and walking in the direction of the Ghouls' rooms. Your mind plays the scenario in quick, flashy snippets: Fingers-turned-tongues explore the interior and exterior of your already-soaked sex in the dim but flickering light from the candles mounted on the wall. Another shake of your head to dispel the thoughts and you're moving swiftly, striding through the curved hallway until you find a bedroom with an open door. Peeking through it you see Swiss on a bed that's been pushed up against the wall, his back pressed to the stone and a guitar in his hands. He's strumming lazily, his eyes closed and face tilted towards the low ceiling. His mouth isn't moving but you can hear him humming something, and you stand by the door and watch him silently until he opens his eyes. He doesn't miss a beat, gesturing lazily to his side and not stopping what he's doing.

You kick off your shoes into the corner of the room and join him on the bed, hopping up with ease. Swiss watches you as you do, his hands still moving lithely over the strings of the guitar. You run a hand over his thigh, admiring his skin against yours. He moves a hand to adjust his mask and you feel your chest get tight, like it does every time you look at him. You reach out and feel your hand caress the leather portions of the mask over his cheek and he looks down and chuckles quietly, his ears turning red.

"Missed me, huh?" he teases, setting his instrument aside on the edge of the bed.

"When have I ever not?" you reply breathlessly. He runs a hand through your short hair as he pulls you closer, leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours. You grab the tops of his biceps and restrain yourself from letting your kiss go deeper; after all, the longer you wait, the more it will excite the both of you... and there's still neither hide nor hair of Rain. Swiss' hands glide from your neck to your waist, drawing you closer with a possessive tug and a growl. The rumble causes heat to flare in your core and you gasp lightly, breaking the kiss and licking your lips. His hand comes up to grip the back of his mask, tugging at the strings that hold it together and allowing it to fall to the floor.

He's beautiful like this-- face slightly flushed with the beginnings of arousal and eyes glinting amber with a twinge of mischief behind them. His fanged teeth poke out just slightly from the corners of his mouth, which are tilted up into a perfect smile. Swiss leans back, giving you a better look at him, one eyebrow cocking Heavenward in a display of cockiness. He knows he's gorgeous, and better yet, he knows that you know. When he tosses his hair behind his shoulder you smile; his beauty still takes your breath away, even a whole relationship and years later.

"Like what you see, don't you?" he says, cockiness on full display. Swiss pumps his hips a little, rolling his pelvis in a way that makes you hungry for him.

"As if I haven't been very vocal about that in the past," you laugh, making a move to push his shoulder in jest. Instead, Swiss grabs your wrist in a smooth motion, fingers curling around you enough to feel his claws against your skin. You gasp before laughing, reaching for him with the arm, which he quickly grabs as well, trapping it against his chest. "You gonna let me go or not, big man?"

"Never. You belong to us."

Swiss tugs you back against him with a growl of ownership and your faces mash together, teeth and lips and tongues the perfect recipe for hunger building between your legs. He's all hard angles and planes and heat under your fingers, the long, rippling muscles under his smooth skin easily accessible for you to explore. You drag your fingertips over his skin and hear his breath hitch, his hips rolling up against you. He breathes hot against your mouth and the skin of your face feels electric with desire. Rain is likely to feel it before he even enters the room; you pull back and touch your cheeks with your fingers and smirk, lips brushing lightly over the shell of his ear.

"I'm turning beet red already," you say quietly, allowing your heated breath to warm his neck. You hear his sharp intake of breath at the sound of your voice and feel yourself involuntarily clench your thighs at the look of pure lust in his eyes as he looks back at you. He smells earthy, almost sweet, with a hint of musk; it reminds you of autumn nights spent lying awake, anticipating the flurry of activity that came with Samhain, the harvest feasts and the endless rounds of fucking in celebration of the season.

Swiss licks his lips before capturing them between his teeth, sucking them and looking contemplative as you feel the brush of something across your thighs. You look down and realize his tail has snuck up to wrap around one of them, and it squeezes lightly before smoothing over the skin. The spade head of his tail sneaks slowly up your leg, teasing at the edge of your habit before sweeping back down, caressing you gently. When you tilt your eyebrow at him, his sly smile cracks into a cocksure grin, pupils blown black in lust already.

"Maybe we could get started while we wait for Rain?" he suggests, his tail slipping further this time and sliding underneath your dress. You lean back enough to scan his body-- smooth and sculpted under his unbuttoned blouse. The planes of his chest are all hard muscle and coarse hair, rising and falling with his breaths. The side panels of his shirt rest on either side of him and you can't help the tingle that settles between your thighs when your eyes slide over the trail of hair that leads down from his navel. There's a twitch at the junction of his hip, a long stripe of flesh flitting in and out of sight; he definitely just jumped, or at least, part of him did.

"At the very least," you reply breathlessly, hiking your dress up over your hips, "this may keep your attention until he gets here." Before the words leave your lips Swiss is on you again, flipping you swiftly until you're beneath him. He brackets your waist with his thighs, holding you down so you can't move and settling his crotch firmly against yours. There's a small wet spot under his bulge in his pants and you feel yourself clench from the thought of being the source of his precum.

Swiss presses against you, sandwiching you between the mattress and himself. His cock throbs against your cunt and your attention narrows to that single point of contact. You stifle a moan when he thrusts his hips slowly against your core, smearing the wet spot from your underwear to his pants and causing another rush of warmth to suffuse your cheeks, leaving them blazing red with arousal and embarrassment.

Your first, deep inhale yields the scent of incense that permeates the lower level, combined with something fresh, clean, and purely him, deep from within-- could it be pheromones? Was Swiss in heat too? Warmth pours off him onto you and makes your head fuzzy, your hands automatically reach to wrap around his biceps and hold him in place, back arched, hips unable to move. You struggle in vain to get some kind of leverage but he has you locked down in this position.

He puts his teeth on your neck and bites lightly, not enough to break the skin, but enough to let you know that he's the one in power here-- just in case you had any lingering thoughts of denial or escape. His fangs just barely pop through the skin and you gasp loudly enough for him to pull back, eyes narrowed quizzically.

"You want the Ghoul or not, baby?" he asks, deliberately pushing his hips against your cunt again. It's been ages since you've allowed either of the boys to bite you, bringing blood, but you're not directly opposed to it. You flush again and reach up behind Swiss' head, dragging him back down against you and pulling his head against your neck. His lips curl into a smile against the soft skin of your throat before he bites you again, forked tongue lapping gently against the small wounds.

The sensation travels to your core as if electric, sending jolts of liquid fire through you to the exact spot where the rounded head of his cock rubs firmly against your slit, soaking your underwear and likely his pants in the process. He growls lightly against the now-marked flesh of your neck and you moan breathily. Blood rolls gently from the slight punctures at a speed quick enough to start pooling under your skin and he laps at the wounds again before finally getting to his feet. You follow him upright, vision slightly fuzzy and head filled with fuzzy cotton batting as you sway on your knees.

Swiss' hands snap out, holding your shoulders steady with his palms flat. You wobble on the bed and his grip changes, sliding his hands up the sides of your neck until he can rest his palms against either side of your windpipe-- one delicate squeeze and it would all be over.

But he doesn't.

Rain appears in the doorway, wordlessly kicking the door shut behind him and sweeping his jacket off of his shoulders in the same motion. His eyes find yours and you watch as he flicks back and forth between Swiss and you, trapped underneath him. Rain's mouth gapes for a second before he regains his composure and grins, stepping further into the room and unbuttoning his shirt, letting the side panels fall free to expose his chest and stomach. His lean and lithe body has always been a point of attraction for you, and he more than likely knows the effect that the simple motion has on you.

"I see you've gotten started without me, aye? Is that fair, when I'm the one who called for it and the one who needs a good rutting?" he asks, his voice good natured. Rain works at his belt and removes it, looping it easily with a soft noise and dropping it back at his feet. He does the same with his pants and slides them down his legs, standing before you now in nothing but his underclothes, slightly more modest than yours, which are almost completely transparent with your arousal. Rain's eyes scan over your legs before he reaches down to take his cock in his hand, rubbing the palm of his other hand firmly over the tip and palming the exposed head. He makes eye contact with you, hooded and dripping with lust, and for a second you wonder if he's got that water magic thing going on that the Nephilim have or if he's just unbelievably turned on.

Swiss growls slightly, rolling the two of you with ease until you're straddling his hips, cunt pressed against the bulge in his pants. The thought of grinding yourself down against him is tempting, but passes almost as soon as you feel Rain behind you, his hands moving down your back to cup your ass appreciatively. He grinds himself between your cheeks and groans loudly, reaching down between you to yank off his underclothes. You drop your head and put your palms down on Swiss' chest, your blunt fingernails making small indents into his skin. Rain claws at the elastic band of your underwear, tugging them down roughly until you hear the seams start to fray.

"Say please," you practically whisper with a wink that only Swiss can see, reaching behind you to wrap a hand loosely around his throbbing length. One of Rain's hands spreads the cheeks of your ass while the other moves between them, slicking your own juices, now mixed with his, over your tight hole before sliding two fingers inside of you. You clench hard around the feeling and tighten your grip around him, twisting your hand lightly to stroke him. He groans in pleasure, already strung tighter than a drum and quivering at the need, the urgent and ever present need, to cum. Rain's fingers scissor you open slowly and he leans forward enough to rake his tongue across your shoulders and neck, the long, forked end leaving a cooling trail of spit on your arousal heated flesh. His claws prickle against your skin before sinking in slightly and you raise your ass further, giving him a better angle to finger you.

Swiss leans forward, nuzzling his nose against the soft skin of your neck and inhaling. His cock twitches where it presses against your belly, and you can practically feel it pulsing in time with his heartbeats. His mouth drops open slightly as he smells again, fixated on the spot where your shoulder meets your neck. The animalistic action sends a surge of panic to your brain that your body interprets as arousal, a thought that will likely only occur to you once the danger has passed and you're alone in your bed. You rock your hips against Swiss and Rain, the slight amount of movement enough to make both men groan audibly.

The pressure of Rain's cock withdraws and you feel it head first against your aching cunt. He grabs your hips and tugs you against his chest, pulling you into him at a sudden and unsuspecting pace. Rain pushes in easily and settles his hips flush with your ass with a long groan, claws finding purchase against your hips again and holding you in place. You flex your walls slightly and let yourself adjust to his heat, full and heavy and settled inside of you. Already, there's the swelling of a knot where his cock meets his slender hips and the thought goes directly to your clit. He's only knotted you once or twice before, but the feeling was enough to make you crave it every time he mentions his heat cycle.

One of your hands wanders south, reaching for Swiss' cock and spreading a bit of precum from the head over the remaining length before teasing him again-- it's swollen and purple, and you ache to feel it inside of your mouth, but the pleasure of Rain's cock is far too much to want to move. Rain snarls from behind you almost as if he's read your mind and slams his hips against yours, his knot pushing at the tight ring of muscle and threatening to split you in two. You give Swiss one last look before bucking your hips, grinding up and against him the best you can from your position. Rain moans as you take his knot halfway before relaxing and wiggling your hips from side to side until he's slid inside you, and he growls something you think is swearing as you fully seat him. Rain's dick is longer than Swiss' and always leaves you gasping at the feeling of being crammed, full enough to hurt and spread open at every point.

"Sathanas, Rain," you gasp, each shuddering breath inward only serving to remind you just how much of him is inside of you. "You couldn't wait?" His sharp exhalation, part laugh and part relief, are all you hear from behind you. Rain's nose trails along your shoulder, warming the fabric of your habit. His other hand has found the junction between your thigh and your side, squeezing possessively as his cock throbs inside of you. He must be aching, straining not to push any further against your walls and the tension keeping his knot out of your body for the moment.

"Been too long," Rain replies simply, his grip tightening as if to make his point. He pushes himself closer to you, teeth resting against the soft skin of your neck as the claws of his free hand sink into your hip again. The bite of pain is welcome, the dull throb in tandem with his pulse as his cock continues to threaten and push outward at the places you're bound to ache after tonight. You reach a hand out and grasp at Swiss' as Rain exhales another shaky, shuddering, trembling moan and begins to rock his hips back and forth. Swiss' fingers entangle themselves with yours as your lips meet, his teeth biting gently on your lower lip.

There's the loud, rhythmic noise of flesh against flesh, Rain and your thighs each hitting you from either side, causing your entire frame to jump. Balls land heavily against the curve of your ass, thick with seed and desperate to empty inside of you. This is the life, and you are the mate, and tonight you are the receptacle of everything he can give, all his pent up energy and desire in this single rutting season. You imagine his eyes fluttering, eyes rolling back inside his head as he closes them to shut out the rest of the world and the task at hand.

Swiss' cock twitches in your hand and you stroke him again, the momentary lapse in concentration making his lips curl into a smile against yours. When he leans forward to kiss you harder, Rain grips your hair in a free hand, tugging you back against him instead and breaking the kiss between you and Swiss. "Give me time," he growls down at Swiss, who puts his hands up simply and leans back on the bed, content to let you grind on him and watch the show. Rain, in heat, clearly feels the need to dominate the situation for the time being.

Swiss rests up on his elbows, giving you a better view of his body and using the freedom to tilt his head slightly. His eyes, normally light and jovial, now seem as if they're burning holes into your body where they gaze, and you are hyper aware of him tracing out a circle around where your body connects with Rain's. His claw trails lightly over the delicate nub of your clit and you gasp, your cunt tightening around Rain's knot, sending shivers up your spine. Your thighs tremble with the effort of holding yourself in position and Rain, noticing your discomfort, eases you down onto Swiss' waiting chest, allowing you to relax and let it push deeper inside of you.

Sucking in a breath through your teeth you look up at Swiss again, whose mouth stretches wide and curved at the corners with the hint of a smile. "Should I-" you start, cut off suddenly by the sharp and near violent sensation of Rain thrusting deeply into you, stretching you to your very limits as he grunts in pleasure. He bends at the waist over you, one hand slipping around you, low at your hips to drag you sharply against him and drive you in further and deeper than before. One of his long fingers dances around your clit as he drives into you, his cock filling you and pressing against the exact spot that you need him.

"God, Rain, you- need- to- be- careful- or I'll-" you cut yourself off, your words punctuated by his thrusts as he grows more and more desperate. With a barely contained shriek you cum, your cunt tightening on Rain's cock as pleasure wracks your body. Swiss moves his hips underneath you, urging you on with profanity laced dirty talk. The bulge of his cock presses against your thigh and he pulses it in time with his hip movements.

Your words lose their way, scattered in between sharp breaths and twitches of your hips. Everything is heightened: The warmth of Rain's cum filling you while your breasts brush lightly against Swiss' hard chest, the sound of skin against skin and quiet pants, his subtle but unyielding musk overpowering your senses. Overwhelming, almost, and your body reacts to the tension in the pit of your abdomen and in Rain's. Your shoulder burns where Rain has already sunk his teeth into you once this evening, a rush of blood welling and leaking in crimson beads that travel further and further as Rain tightens his grip, thrusting unevenly into you. His breath catches in his throat and his knot expands just enough for a sharp and almost painful thrust, prompting a sharp hiss as you cry out. You feel the sensation of fullness in your belly and cunt as he finishes, emptying himself inside you with a shuddering and grating exhale that borders on a sob. His body trembles around you, almost in tandem with yours, shaking from the tension and exertion.

When his hips stop moving his teeth relax in your flesh, pulling free with a popping sensation and know he's definitely broken skin this time. His tongue laps gently at the bite, a soft noise coming from him that could have been mistaken as a whimper were it not coming from someone of Rain's nature. The pressure of him is immense inside of you, a deep and profound sensation that sends aftershocks through your entire body. Swiss' hands rub gently along your sides, encouraging you with soothing and soft words as you come down. Behind you Rain breathes heavily, his breaths of exertion hot against your sweat cooled skin. Now that you're coming down you feel the ache beginning in your core, and you shift slightly on Swiss' lap.

"Uncomfortable, dove?" Rain asks softly, lips starting to pepper the nape of your neck with kisses and nips. His claws still rest on your hips, gently rubbing the soft skin and raising goosebumps in their wake. Your breathing hitches again when the motion of his fingers drags the sensitive nerves and sends more shivers down your spine. His knot slowly recedes and a throbbing ache begins to take its place. Rain chuckles, low in his chest, and you can feel it in your body as if he's taken hold of your ribcage. He hums contentedly, and the rumble sends tingles of pleasure up your spine and a pulsing throb from your clit. "Swiss will take care of that. I've got to grab a smoke."

The weight of Rain on your back disappears, the shift causing you to wince at the slight adjustment as you roll off Swiss onto your side. Your cunt aches with the loss of Rain's knot and you can feel your muscles beginning to tighten with the activity. Swiss stands and stretches, popping his shoulders before he leans down over you, kissing your stomach. "Let me take care of you, now," he mumbles against your skin, facial hair prickling you softly.

"Mm," you manage to get out, scooting across the bed slightly when he motions at you. You sling one arm over your eyes, relaxing back into the pillows and Swiss adjusts and positions himself between your legs. He kisses your inner thighs slowly and luxuriously, lips caressing the soft skin before he uses his fingers to part the flesh around your entrance. Warm, wet tongue drags lightly over your pussy and your entire body shivers at the contact as you tremble underneath him. You're only slightly overstimulated, and the soft and lathing tongue does more to relax and soothe you than anything else. Swiss takes his time with your cunt, lapping gently at your clit, tongue teasing along your sensitive and swollen lips. He pays particular attention to the flesh between your inner and outer lips, knowing it's more sensitive and licking softly before flicking over the delicate flesh, careful not to let his fangs scrape your skin. When his tongue sweeps across your entrance you jolt, gasping slightly before relaxing back into his touch.

His arms rest loosely around your hips, pulling you slightly forward in an effort to bury his tongue as deeply inside your hole as he can reach. In the same second his claws dip into your skin, leaving indentations that will last until the next morning. Another moan escapes you, your free hand reaching down to grasp for Swiss' hair-- an anchor to lash yourself to. Swiss' tongue flicks across your clit again before diving back into you, and your entire body shivers in response. When he looks up at you and catches your eye, his own are aflame and a slight smirk curls his lips before he drops his head again.

"Gonna fuck you soon, baby girl, soon," he purrs, breath ghosting lightly across the sensitive skin of your hips. You shudder and jerk again, and when his tongue darts across your clit and down the flesh leading to your cunt, the motion is deliberate and meant to draw a reaction. It works, and your body shivers, gooseflesh erupting down your spine. His teeth tease your entrance, gently nipping at the delicate flesh as the spade head of his tongue sweeps against you once more.

"God, Swiss, your tongue," you say softly, twisting your fingers tighter into his hair. He chuckles softly against you before pulling back and shaking your hand gently free of his head. Swiss slides smoothly on top of you with one motion, his cock already freed and leaking as it drags along your belly. You reach up and wrap your arms around his shoulders instead, dragging him down against you to kiss you deeply. When his lips meet yours they're warm and full, the taste of yourself and Rain still present as he pushes his tongue past your teeth, tangling with yours.

The scent of incense fills your nose again and you sigh softly against his lips before they pull away. Swiss smiles softly as he settles his weight on his forearms, hands cupping either side of your head as he runs the length of his cock between your folds, rubbing and pressing at your clit with the rounded tip of his cock. You suck in a sharp breath and let out a shuddering gasp, heat building inside your abdomen already, although you'd just orgasmed less than ten minutes before.

"Swiss," you manage to get out as you roll your hips down and press yourself against his shaft. The friction makes you whine, a breathy moan leaving your lips and ending on the softest of exhalations, your body relaxing back into the sheets of his bed. Swiss looks up and grins, his hands now on your hips, thumbs stroking over the soft, delicate skin as he teases you with the head of his cock, pressing in slowly and then drawing it away.

"What do you want, sweet thing?" He punctuates with another flick of his hips, pulling his cock against your clit once more, his breath catching slightly as the friction rubs your sensitive skin. You tremble with want, a desperate ache settling into your belly again, but your tongue is heavy in your mouth and you can't form the words that he so clearly wants from you. "You know, if I knew you'd be so shy about saying it I would've asked Rain to stick around," he chuckles, tilting his hips so that the length of his cock settles over your stomach, warm and pulsing in time with his heartbeat. He tilts his chin down at you as you look up and smiles. "What do you want me to do? You know I want you to tell me," he prompts.

You inhale again and sigh out, relaxing under his touch and feeling a flush creep over your neck and chest as you swallow hard. "I need your cock in me, Swiss, please," you murmur, looking up at him through hooded eyes, eyelids fluttering when his fingers flex and squeeze the sensitive flesh at the juncture of your hips and thighs. Swiss groans, shifting on top of you before sliding his hand between the two of you to grasp his cock. You can feel it slide wetly over the skin of your stomach as he jerks his hand over it, your hips rolling and meeting his movement. His eyes lock with yours and his pupils blow wide with arousal before his cock slides into position, pushing into the tightness of your body and stretching your cunt around it.

He's a more comfortable fit than Rain's knot, to be sure, but the sudden feeling of being filled is all the same. Swiss thrusts slowly at first, each motion stretching and teasing your inner walls as your cunt stretches to accommodate his girth. Each thrust is deliberate and careful, a test of restraint for him as well as a test of patience for you. You try to pull him against you by the hips, and when that doesn't work, by his shoulders, but he shakes free of each grip with a breathy laugh and an exhalation that makes his mouth twitch into a smirk. "Don't you know patience is a virtue, baby?" he growls playfully.

"You saw what Rain just did to me-- I didn't have much patience then, either." Your quip comes quick and effective, making Swiss snort out a laugh.

"Yeah, that's-" He rolls his hips, making you gasp, eyes flying wide open. "That's about right," he says, settling into a rhythm finally, the sound of skin on skin getting louder as he does. He drives the tip of his cock into you, teasing against you.

"Don't play that way with me," you manage, looking up at Swiss, whose smile turns into a devilish grin. He reaches down, pinning one of your legs underneath him with one of his own. When his hand wraps around your throat your eyes fly wide and you inhale, a short and startled sound that's cut short by Swiss' firm grasp.

"Is this better?" he asks, tilting his hips so that he slams into the spot that makes you see stars and you know it won't be long until you witness the cosmos flashing in front of you as you cum for the second time. The motion makes you spasm involuntarily, and he squeezes your neck tighter, watching as your face goes from light red to dark crimson before his hand eases the grip slightly.

You shudder against his fingers as his hips snap against your clit again, and the pressure on your neck, although light, still has you feeling slightly dizzy and disoriented, like your entire being has narrowed down to the spot where the two of you join. His hands tighten on you again as his eyes fix on yours, searching your face for a sign of discomfort. With another powerful thrust he cums, his hand squeezing harshly for a moment before releasing entirely. Swiss drops over top of you, his hands pressed into the bed on either side of your head and he breathes heavily, his hips twitching and cock pumping inside of you.

His thrusting is slow and shallow, drawing his cum out against your walls and leaving a sticky warmth between your thighs when he withdraws, slumping off of you to lay on his back at your side. His arm goes across your shoulders as he catches his breath, his lips moving against the side of your head. You feel your eyelids get heavy as you come down and snuggle closer, listening to his heartbeat slow to a normal pace. You hear Rain in the hallway and the sound of the pipes creaking as he turns the taps.

You blink and Rain is there, gently tending to you with a warm and dampened wash rag, whispering words of love and praise for your mushy brain to soak up. Swiss nods along with him, reinforcing the words of endearment and adding his own, whispered softly into the crook of your neck with earnest.

And then it is morning.

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