Built To Fall

Hi hi!!! If requests are open, perhaps some headcanons on Terzo's first time with a virgin s/o? I love all the stuff you have so far 🖤🖤

Terzo's first time with a virgin s/o

When you two inevitably get to the sexy things while cuddling on his bed and you suddenly stop him, he's confused.

Did he hurt you? Did he misinterpret your intentions? What's wrong?

But then you look up at him with those big, anxious eyes and tell him that you've never done this before?

His gaze has never been softer than when he assured you it's okay. That he doesn't care and he wants to make love to you because he cherishes you so much.

Will cover your face with kisses, saying some silly shit in Italian. Anything to make you giggle. He absolutely adores your giggles and he will let you know it.

He also wants to ensure your comfort. He doesn't mind waiting if you're not ready.

"You want to cuddle with Papa instead, hm? Want Papa to hold you nice and tight?"

If you say you want to wait, he's cool with it. You're worth waiting for.

If you say you do want to have sex with him, but you're just nervous, he'll understand.

This man is absolutely feral and unhinged, but he's also respectful as hell. You take your time, babes, he'll hold you and talk to you about boundaries before anything happens.

Yes, you get a safeword. You get to decide everything. This is your first time and Terzo will absolutely NOT let it leave a single bad impression on you.

It will probably be a bit goofy, with him saying stupid things to keep you relaxed.

He'll seek your approval with everything he does. Every touch, every kiss, anything you haven't experienced before.

And don't worry about him not getting enough attention.

"Amore, being here with you and guiding you through something so incredible is enough for me. You'll have your time pleasing Papa, but right now this is all about Papa pleasing you."

Terzo is attentive. All the Emeritus brothers are. If he notices discomfort, he stops and gently confronts you.

He wants to know exactly what's wrong to fix the issue if he can.

And just so you know, you don't get to feel guilty about making him stop. If you want to stop, he stops. End of story. If you don't wanna tell him why, it's fine. He won't push.

Anything he does, he does with your permission. He loves you and he won't let you forget that, babes. He doesn't mind if it takes hours to get you comfortable enough to actually do the act.

He's so sweet to you, he holds your hand and assures you everything is alright. He takes his time getting inside you for the first time, holds you tightly and kisses your temple, letting you get used to it. He loves you. He really does. With all his heart. And he wants you to know it.

It's kinda like there's two of him. The wild innuendo making one that's on stage and the sweet, caring one with you right now. Usually it's a mix of both, but right now? You've never seen this man so tender.

It's all about you. Your happiness. Your pleasure. You, you, and only you.

He calls you the sweetest names as you take your time and get used to the weird mix of pain and pleasure. Gives you the sweetest kisses, too.

Honestly he's just so nice, you fall in love with him all over again.

Your first time together will be slow. Sensual. Loving.

You'll feel worshipped by him and you wouldn't be wrong. He subconsciously considers you giving him your virginity the sweetest sacrifice anyone can make.

And he will cherish that night forever. The sounds you made when he touched you. The cute expression after your first orgasm.

He loves it. He loves you. And he'll make sure you feel his love.

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—The Hunter’s Blood Moon—

Summary: Daniella is just your average college graduate, with a two-year film degree, a simple shift at her local bookstore, and a large friend group of two. On her graduation trip to Sweden, not only does she meet new faces and try new things, but a nighttime run-in with some fallen angels helps her discover innate magical powers even she was not aware of. And when some very-familiar-looking skeleton-faced popes show up to provide their own assistance, it’s up to Daniella to decide whether she wants to go back to her old life or stay in the Satanic Ministry of Ghost and learn the ways of their Dark God.

Chapter List (ongoing)

Prologue

Chapter 1 (in progress)

The Hunter’s Blood Moon

Prologue

I gripped the very edge of the stage, unable to wipe the beaming grin off my slightly-sweaty face, my chest heaving as the audience and I belted out the lyrics to ‘Cirice.’ Hearing sensitivity be damned, I would have gladly gone deaf if it meant I got the closest spot to the stage—the closest spot to him—as possible. I looked left to right, still no security guards to be seen, and yet nobody took the opportunity to climb onto the stage and join the performance, especially when he, Papa Emeritus III, was the lead vocalist. My heels bounced up and down with each boom of Pebble’s drums, the heavy shredding of Omega and Alpha on their respective guitars—it was still difficult to tell which Ghoul was which without their instruments—but my eyes stayed completely focused on the main lead himself.

I had no idea what the hell happened, but when Papa Emeritus II disappeared from Ghost and Papa III took over, it was like a switch just flipped on inside me. Seeing Secondo in his full Papa regalia? Awesome, and kind of funny considering his resemblance to a certain canine-named American singer; he’s nicknamed Mr. Worldwide for a reason. But seeing Terzo? With his raven-black hair, his classy black coat, and his white button-down? My heart had never fluttered so fast before, I had never squealed so loudly or flapped my hands so hard whenever photos and videos of him cropped up online or on the news, and even though I had wanted to see Ghost live since ninth grade, as soon as I graduated with my two-year film degree and got my first job at a local bookstore, my motivation cranked up to an eleven as soon as I found out that they—he—would play live in my town.

Terzo had just become my newest celebrity crush.

I didn’t give a single shit about any of the concert recordings I’d seen on YouTube anymore, nothing could have compared to hearing him in person. Whenever he held his microphone and sang, from ‘Year Zero’ to ‘Mummy Dust’—especially ‘Mummy Dust’; fuck, I’ll never get his raw sexual energy during that song out of my head—the sheer amount of confidence radiating from him had me falling head-over-heels, my heart beating so fast I thought I might pass out, my cheeks heating up so much to the point where I probably looked like a tomato or a seedless strawberry. And judging by the comments I’d seen other fans post on the Internet, I wasn’t the only one having a reaction like that.

Some very eager fans shoved past me and squealed right in my ear when Terzo swept past his boyfriend Omega, and the reason why clicked in my head as soon as the music drastically stopped, his voice lowered to a near-whisper, and his gorgeous mismatched eyes scanned the entire front row of the crowd. My eyes widened, and I couldn’t stop the short scream that tore from my throat, my right hand among others reaching past the edge of the stage as the audience either screamed for Papa or belted out the important lines for that part of the song.

A lucky fan was about to get Cirice’d.

My heart practically stopped as soon as Terzo’s gaze landed on the rabid fans around me, his lips curling into a devious smirk, making my cheeks burn and sending the women surrounding me into an absolute frenzy. The anxious lump immediately grew in my chest, my knees trembled, and my shyness kicked in as I slowly drew my hand away from the stage. There were already so many hands reaching for him, I didn’t think he would notice one missing. Terzo glanced at each frothing member of his congregation, strolling up and down; I’m pretty sure some ‘Wet Floor’ signs would be put around the place once the area got cleared out, I’d have to keep my eyes on the ground just to be sure I don’t slip and fall and potentially break my neck.

He started to approach a fan to my left…

And stopped.

Right in front of me.

I felt my pulse begin racing throughout my entire body, the flush on my cheeks reaching down to the back of my neck as the audience members next to me kept their hands towards Terzo. He looked down, directly at my withdrawn hand as I held it against my chest.

No.

No, this wasn’t happening.

He looked back up at me…

…got down on his left knee…

…held out his hand…

…and his smile easily put an angel’s to shame.

Holy fuck.

I’m getting Cirice’d.

I’m getting Cirice’d.

I’M GETTING CIRICE’D!!!

Before I knew it, my fingertips met the soft fabric of Terzo’s gloved palm, and his fingers curled around mine, his thumb brushing the back of my hand as he tugged me closer to him. While my brain short-circuited and the ball of shyness threatened to explode in my chest, my other hand tried and failed to cover up and cool down the blush on my left cheek. My head was on the verge of overheating, but an airiness settled itself along with the heat as I looked up at Terzo. He knelt right in front of me, my hand in his as the Ghouls started playing again, his voice so clear and pretty as he sang the main chorus of the song. The corners of my mouth curled into a timid smile, and I could only look away for a few seconds before my eyes found his again, the anxiety wearing down and changing into a bubbly, giddy sort of shyness with a ton of suppressed excitement just short of bursting. My very first Ghost ritual, and I got to hold hands with Papa Emeritus III.

I couldn’t wait to gush about it to Elijah and Allison.

He pulled me closer, my stomach beginning to press against the edge of the stage, and I was more than certain that he, the Ghouls, and the audience could see the imaginary pink and red cartoon hearts floating around my head and popping like bubbles. Anticipation fluttered in my chest, and just when I thought things couldn’t get any better than they were right now, Terzo set his microphone down next to him, his voice still perfectly clear as day, and I felt a legitimate shiver—an actual honest-to-God shiver—run down my spine as he gently tilted my chin up with his other hand, like something straight out of a romance novel. His thumb brushed against my bottom lip, and I swear the ground almost disappeared beneath my feet, my breathing grew slightly heavier, and the noisy crowd behind me faded away into simple background noise.

Blood thrummed in my ears. Adrenaline rushed through me. My toes curled inside my shoes, the muscles in my shoulders ached the longer I tensed them, but I stayed rooted to my spot.

“…s… im…!”

What…?

“Ki… im…!”

The hell were they saying?

“Kiss him!!”

Oh.

OH.

Okay, I definitely did not hear that right. There was absolutely no way in hell that the entire audience started chanting “Kiss him, kiss him, kiss him!” nonstop, their screams loud enough to make the entire arena tremble. I clutched the fabric of my pants, my knuckles no doubt turning white, the muscles in my fingers twitching with how hard I was straining them. Most of my brain yelled at me not to do it, not to risk getting banned from another Ghost concert for life; so I just stood there, willing my body not to pass out from how close Terzo was, how the fabric of his gloved palms fueled the steaming blush on my cheeks and sent shivers down my back, how his fingers brushed against the…

…the hollow of my…

…my throat…

His eyes…

…his mysterious white eye that gleamed under the harsh stage lights…

…the way his furrowed brows enhanced his gaze to create the most beautiful pair of ‘fuck me’ eyes I’d ever seen…

…the only ones I’d ever…

And then it happened.

It finally happened.

A pair of warm paint-covered lips pressed against mine, stray locks of raven hair traced feather-light touches against my temples. My fingers clutched the left collar of Terzo’s coat as my knees threatened to buckle under my weight. The butterflies immediately erupted from my stomach and spread throughout the rest of my body. I couldn’t tell my own thundering heartbeat from the deafening roar of the crowd while the last few minutes of ‘Cirice’ had now become simple background noise. His fingers gently threaded through my hair, his thumb brushing over my knuckles as he tightened his grip on my hand. The steaming rosy blush on my cheeks spread down to my neck, my eyes fluttered to a close, and my heart threatened to leap out of my chest.

It finally happened.

I just had my first kiss.

-

My breaths were deep and slow as my eyes fluttered open, the Christmasy smell of fresh pine flowing through my nose as the gentle hum of the A/C met my ears. The thinnest rays of sunlight were just beginning to stream through my window, casting slanted orange-yellow patterns and shapes on the walls; a strand of hair stuck to my left eye, but at least I didn’t get a flash-bang straight to the face. I turned onto my back and sluggishly raised my left hand up, brushing my fingers against my dry and chapped lips. After making a quick mental note to apply lip balm later—Mom would definitely get on my ass about it—I clenched the blanket and threw my head back against the pillow, glaring at the ceiling like it owed me money and was too lazy to pay me back even a dollar. My cheeks puffed out as I added a childish pout to my little staring contest with the drywall or whatever it was above my head. I didn’t have a doubt that grabbing my pillow and punching it would have woken up my parents and my brother in the next room over, so I just sat there and pulled the blanket over my face, a warm flush coloring my cheeks as I willed the bed to swallow me whole and let me wallow in my own disappointment.

I huffed, crossing my arms. I should have known it was too good to be true. Kissing Terzo immediately after getting Cirice’d? I mean, come on. No way. I would give all the money in my bank account for that—consensually, of course, I’m not a total creep—but the chances of a kiss on the lips during that part of the song are practically zero. He probably has a girlfriend, or boyfriend, or gender-non-confirming date friend or something; if I were his partner—God, I wish—I’d be pretty pissed if he made out with every fan he Cirice’d. Besides, security would have definitely stopped that from happening.

A girl can dream, though.

🥲💜still thinkin about Him💜🥲

Can we get some wonderful head-canons for all the papas and how they would support their s/o, assistants, ghouls, and siblings of sin during pride month? Sincerely a gay trans man who is very much a Papa simp💕

Hey, so I decided to just make a small list of general Ministry Pride headcanons - Jez

Pride in the Ministry headcanons

Pride is a very big thing in the Ministry.

I mean, have you seen he Papas? The Ghouls? Come on, there's no homophobia allowed.

Ghouls are absolutely allowed to bully anyone who is a homophobe. In extreme cases, they're allowed to attack.

Ministry was never really big on trafitional gender norms, anyway.

For example, you get to pick if you want to be called a Sister, a Brother or just a Sibling of Sin.

They are also very lenient on what you wear. You can be female aligned and wear male clothes. You can be male aligned and wear female cothes. Hell, you can be whatever gender you want, as long as you pick stuff from the general dress code, you're good.

The ministry actually has a fund for its trans community! They collect money throught the rest of the year and then, once you deal with the paperwork, you will entitled to ask for the Ministry to cover at least a part of your transision journey.

While they're not big on decor in the Ministry in general, Pride is one of the very few exceptions. The decoractions are subtle, but it's very clear.

Siblings of Sin can also get pride-themed rosaries and other accesories.

And the deisgns are either quirky and egdy or actually really incredibly gothic yet subtle.

The Ghouls like to wear little capes with their flags!

Terzo has a seperate set of Pride robes where the usual purple is replaced with the colors of the bisexual flag.

Secondo occasionally wears pride-themed ties or socks. Not underwear, though, he doesn't wear underwear.

He does get his nails painted for the occasion with Terzo, though.

Primo gets his nails painted, too. By Samael and Obyzouth.

He wears small rainbow pins.

The twins are allowed to dye some of their hair if they want. And paint their nails.

Mountain wears rainbow socks! All the ghouls do, but since Mountain rarely wears shoes, it's mostly visible on him.

Cumulus gives Proud Mom Hugs™ to anyone who needs them. Aurora copies her, wanting to do something nice, too.

Swiss and Aether pick that up, but instead of offering hugs, they run up to siblings, twirl them and run away.

They later get Phantom, Cirrus and Sunshine to join.

Rain chases after them and apologizes to everyone as he tries to stop them. Sodo chases after them to beat their asses.

Copia and Terzo spend a lot of time with the children in the Ministry, teaching them about tolerance and how love is love. <3

Subtle Pride Flag Masterpost

All my subtle pride flags so far compiled into one post.

Lesbian

Gay

Bisexual

Pansexual

Transgender

Non-Binary

Genderfluid

Demisexual

Aromantic

Asexual

AroAce

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You, Your Mother, the Cardinal, and the Christmas Lights

Cardinal Copia x reader

In which you’re dealing with your toxic mother and although Cardinal Copia isn’t riding right behind you on a pale white horse, he’s still always there for you <3

This is the song that plays when the happy part of the story starts!

•♥︎♥︎♥︎•

You sighed deeply as you strolled around the large Christmas lights display in the park. It was only a few days before Christmas; and lots of people milled about, chatting, laughing, taking pictures, and admiring all the twinkling lights. The whole park was covered in lights and decorations, every tree lit up in pretty colours. It was cold, cold enough to see your breath every time you exhaled; and fluffy snowflakes were falling lightly, adding to the magic of everything.

But it wasn’t magical for you, in fact it was far from it. Because you were with your mother, and she just wouldn’t stop berating you. This was what she did, she constantly took all of her frustrations out on you. And although you knew this, although you told yourself over and over again that it wasn’t your fault, it still hurt like hell. It wore you down, boring a hole into you where your heart should be. It made your head spin, your jaw clench, feeling like nothing more than a sad puddle on the ground.

You looked around at all the people in the park, big smiles on their faces as they enjoyed spending time with one another. Why weren’t you allowed the same privilege of just being happy?

You tried to zone out and focus your thoughts on Copia- he was your boyfriend of sorts. You had really fallen for each other since you started volunteering at his church, but you hadn’t officially declared yourselves as dating yet. Copia was the Cardinal at that huge Satanic ministry on the hill that loomed over your town. He was 50, which was way older than you. A whole lifetime older than you. You didn’t expect your mother to be very happy about you dating someone who was easily old enough to be your dad, let alone some Satanic clergyman, so you both decided to keep it unofficial for now. All this time, your mother never knew you were riding your bike up to the ministry to visit your dear Cardinal. It was only a matter of time before you joined his church, and then you could be together all the time.

You desperately wished he was here now to save you, to whisk you away and work his magic on your tense nerves and broken heart. You had invited him to be your date to look at the lights, but he had apologetically declined because he needed to finish a big stack of Latin translations and paperwork. And besides, Christmas wasn’t really his thing.

“See all these people here? They’re all with their family and friends and you’re not. You’re all alone in the world because nobody likes you! You’re worthless! And now I’m stuck with you because you have no one else.” Your mother droned on and on and on. You let out a tired groan, wishing you had at least brought earmuffs to take the edge of her grating voice. Your eyes were empty, void of all emotion as you silently took the abuse. If you talked back, it would only make things worse.

Tears threatened to spill onto your cold cheeks, feeling lonelier than ever. The winter iciness was also starting to get to you, as you didn’t even have a hot drink to fight off the chill.

Wait- is that? No, no, it couldn’t be. Your mind is probably just playing tricks on you.

But then a few people moved and you spotted him in the crowd. Were you daydreaming too hard, were you imagining things? You blinked a few times, wiping the tears from your eyes to see more clearly. Sure enough, he was really there. Your sweet Cardinal, looking absolutely dashing in his tight black suit and a warmer dress coat on top, with a long scarf bundled around his neck that somehow added an irresistible pitifulness to his look. Fuck, he was so adorable. The man was completely and utterly out of his element, but that only caused your heart to swell for him more. He looked all around for you, gloved hands clasped meekly in from of himself, awkwardly apologizing as he nearly bumped into a few people. You grinned even wider when you noticed he was holding his cane, the one with the serpent head handle.

“It’s never a moment’s peace with you! Because who else do you have besides me? No one!” Your mother scowled.

“That’s not true.” You finally spoke up, a big smile finding its way onto your face as you stared at the love of your life.

“What do you mean? Who else wants to be around you??” She scoffed bitterly.

“My boyfriend.” You replied, butterflies fluttering in your stomach just from finally saying it out loud.

“What do you mean?! You don’t have a-“

Without another word, you ran up to Copia, weaving through groups of people. “Cardinal!” You shouted, getting his attention.

He grinned brightly upon seeing you rushing up to him, pleasantly surprised when you practically tackled him into a tight hug and pulled him in for a kiss right there in front of all those people.

The Cardinal kissed you back with absolute fervour, his lips warm against your cold ones, although you felt warmer already from just being in his arms.

Some groups of people watched and gawked, wondering why such a pretty young thing like you would be in a passionate lip lock with such an older man. But you couldn’t care less, you wanted everyone to witness the feelings you had for your Cardinal. You wanted to scream it from the rooftops.

Copia brushed some snow off your hair as you did the same for him, pulling away slightly to take each other in. Your noses, cheeks, and lips were flushed from the chilly weather, and you both silently admired the way each other looked like this. Your eyes glittered with crystalline tears, joyful ones now that your love was here.

“Cardinal how did you… how did you know where I was? This park is huge.” You asked, cupping his cold face in your hands.

“I just walked around looking for the most beautiful girl here. And now I’ve got her, si?” He replied, a charming smile on his devastatingly handsome face as he pinched your cheek playfully. He then brought you in for another kiss, the whole world falling away as your lips met, causing your heart to thrum loudly in your chest.

“Come, Dolcezza, you are cold. Mi fratelli are here as well, and we have a nice hot chocolate for you, si?” The man smiled, putting a hand on the small of your back and leading you away. You took one last glance at your confused mother, before nuzzling into the Cardinal’s side and strolling away with him.

Soon, you began giggling as you heard the sound of Terzo’s voice.

“Don’t you know how to take a selfie, old man?! It’s what all the giovanetti are doing nowadays!” Terzo’s voice rung out among the crowd.

“Pff, ‘old man’… You’re only two months younger than me, coglione! Plus, I’m the one holding all the goddamn cioccolati caldi!” Secondo barked back at his brother.

You spotted them just in time to catch Primo rolling his eyes and taking a sip of his own hot chocolate.

“Ciao, tutti!” You called out, and immediately you were surrounded by the Papas as they pushed Copia aside to hug you.

“Oh! Ciao, Tesoro mio!” Terzo flashed you with that charming smile, pulling you into his arms and smothering you with multiple kisses on your cheeks under the guise of ‘trying to warm you up.’ You giggled at him fawning all over you, looking cute while he wore a warm winter coat, fuzzy earmuffs, a scarf, and his regular white gloves. “Poveretta, tu sei così fredda!” He exclaimed, taking his scarf off and looping it around your neck far too many times until you had to pull it away from covering your mouth.

Secondo was wearing his parka, the one he sometimes wore while playing Uno, and he shoved his brother aside, handing the hot chocolates he was holding to Terzo. His typical scowl softened when he looked at you, and he pulled you into a warm hug and pressed a kiss your forehead.

And finally Primo, who was looking sharp in a tailored wool coat, black turtleneck, and plaid scarf. He hugged you gently and kissed your temple, making you smile endearingly at all the love these men so freely gave you. They were all in their paints, and everyone around you was staring in complete confusion, but it only amused you as you pulled them all closer to you.

“Here, amore, bevi questo!” Terzo cheerfully handed you a hot chocolate and one for Copia.

“Thank you… All of you. You always make me feel so special.” You sighed, finally feeling warm and happy as you sipped the hot drink. They even got you extra marshmallows, just how you liked it.

“We love spending time with you, Dolcezza.”Copia smiled, putting an arm around your shoulders.

“Si, cara, it is always our pleasure to be with you.” Primo nodded.

“A pleasure indeed.” Your Cardinal whispered into your ear, kissing your neck and causing your cheeks to flush even more.

The five of you walked around the park, taking pictures together and making good memories that you would never forget, screaming in laughter as Terzo chased you through one of the light tunnels.

When you had all finished your hot chocolates, you tugged on Copia’s sleeve, catching his attention.

“Si, Topolina?”

“How about we go back to the ministry and warm up, hm?” You whispered into his ear.

He stopped walking then, letting his brothers go on a little ways without you.

“Oh, amore… There is nothing I would want more. I… I love you.” He sighed into you, pressing his pointy nose into your cheek, his moustache tickling the corner of your lips.

“I love you too.. Oh, Copia, I love you. I love you, I love you!” Your heart fluttered as you whispered those words over and over again, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing your sweet Cardinal over and over again, his beautifully odd eyes closing as a soft moan escaped him.

“Are you two coming?” Secondo called back, and the two of you looked over with grins on your faces.

“Not yet, but we will be soon..” Copia murmured to you with a wink, causing you to gasp at him with wide eyes before you giggled, strolling hand in gloved hand to join the three Papas and head back to the ministry.

And you couldn’t help but shake your head in disbelief. Who knew you’d be spending Christmas at the Church of Satan? But with the Papas, with your darling Cardinal, you truly felt that it was where you belonged.

end <3

Happy holidays everyone! 🖤

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hi hi! i just read on the contrary and wow what a fantastic idea. i’m sure you’re working on part 2, but i’m literally on my knees begging for headcanons of how you think each of the ghouls would go about taking your virginity in that universe.. if given the opportunity.

would rain be shy? would dew catch a whiff and have to take you in a dark corner?

please, i have to know

I had planned to write a sequel to a different take to the story of what would happen if the ghouls had gotten to you first instead of Copia but I could just as easily summarize it with some headcanons so, here you go. Thank you so much for asking Nonny, and I'm glad you like the story. I hope this does well to tide you over for the second part of On The Contrary.

Train Ride (Nameless Ghoul's x Reader)

Summary: You know that one meme of the girl on the couch surrounded by mischievous grinning men. Make that couch a nest and those men the Nameless Ghoul's. That’s you.

Nameless Ghouls x Reader (All of Them) || Orgy || Squirting || Oral Sex || Vaginal Sex || Overstimulation || Aftercare || Virginity Kink || WC: 3565

Aether had said to follow him and that it was urgent and important. He leads you down the crypt and into a room near the back. There, you see the entire squad of ghouls lazing about on beanbag chairs and a couch. In the middle of the room made of pillows and blankets and clothes and a mattress on the ground, is what you can best describe as a nest. And is that? Yes, that's definitely one of your shirts. A favorite actually that had gone missing. But the most alarming thing to catch your attention was that their masks were off.

Aether closes the door behind you and, with some shuffling, removes his own mask. Then he gets right down to brass tax. In fewer words, the conversation is best summarized as…

"We know you're a virgin." There's no question about it. They smell it, and you are divine. A temptation too powerful to ignore and that they can't ignore. It goes against their nature.

"Well, yes." You nervously respond, looking out over the eight demons in the room. Aether knocks his hand into your comfortably with a smile.

"We could help you with that, ya know. If you want." And well, you did want your first time to be memorable.

Cirrus, Cumulus, and Sunshine are the ones leading the charge. Out of all the ghouls, they are the most patient and will be safeguarding you from the horny boys as best as they can to make sure this experience is not only a pleasurable one but a fun one. The men tend to get a little carried away when an innocent is at play and these three mama bears are not shy to drag any of the boys away by their horn or ear if they start to get too rough.

They are the ones to lay out the rules and ask questions. Do you know what a safeword is? Do you know about the color system? Do you want to use condoms? What about the morning after pill? What do you normally do to get off? How? They ask you to show them, and that's how they get you started. They lay you out in the middle of the nest and circle around you. They watch you, all of them, naked and aroused, as you start to slide your fingers into your folds and curl and thrust your digits. How you treat your clit, the motions of your hands. An audience of eight all mouthwatering over you.

That's when our three lovely ghoulette’s slide in around you. Cirrus in front and sealing her mouth over your petals as Sunshine flicks and plays with your clit with one hand and teases your nipples with the other. Cumulus is exploring your mouth and swallowing your moans while running your fingers through your hair and pretty much giving you a head massage to keep you nice and comfortable. For right now this is all about you and getting you prepared for what's to come.

Cirrus eats you out. A gourmet meal fit for a queen, and she's very wet about it. Slurping and sucking, kissing, and licking. Burying her face between your legs with no hesitation and attacking your cunt with savage intent. She's taking her time with it though. A nice and slow opening moment to a very long and wild song. She treats you like fine China as she works her hand and fingers to explore your walls.

You've never had a mouth down there before, and as a first experience, it is mind-blowing. She does not stop you from rolling your hips. Nor does she stop you from clamping your thighs around her head. She growls into your folds when you slip your hand into her hair and pull and momentarily takes away her mouth to tell you.

"Pull harder." You don't deny her, even run your nails in, but then she rewards you with a grunt as her tail curls around one of your legs, and she returns to work, a little faster now. Her long forked tongue licks your walls and the wet velvet like texture has never been felt before and causes your toes to curl and moans happily eaten by Cumulus as she eats your sounds for breakfast encouraging your tongue to dance and tangle with her long forked one.

Sunshine is stroking your body. Your chest, playing with your nipples, tickling down your sides. Her hand reaches down to play with your clit just how you like it, licking her fingers before swashing it over the tender little bud with the experience of someone who's an expert. Tempting you with a single nail for a small pleasant bit of hardness but she is careful. She makes sure to not overwhelm you too much out the gate but you're taking it all very well.

After you come for the first time, that's when Cirrus starts to finger you. And they've obviously been planning this for a while because the nails of her key fingers have been filed short. You're easily slippery and relaxed enough to start with two and she carefully swipes and sweeps and curls inside of you, looking for that tender bundle of nerves and the gasp you reward her with gets everyone to groan.

Circulating between kissing Sunshine and Cumulus is enough of a distraction that Cirrus adds that third finger you are a little uncomfortable with. It's a stretch, a little burn, and easily adjustable. She keeps at it until you come for a second time, and then the show really starts.

As much as they wanted Mountain to be the first as he is the most 'tame' out of the lot, they were worried his size may intimidate you. So, he gave up the honor of being your first and handed the position to Aether. The first one to sniff you out since the beginning. And the one of them that all but demanded to be your first. There had been a fight between him and Dew over this, Dew living up to his name of Alpha but Aether had won with his teeth in Dew’s neck and Dew sufficiently cowed by the sudden strength and determination of his fellow bandmate.

And Aether is a perfect gentleman. Average in size and knows how to use it. He is gentle with you, slicking the head of his bare cock over your fluids and pussy lips before slowly and steadily rocking into you. The ghoulette’s actively reminds you to breathe as his cock head stretches a channel never used before and when fully seated the girls all give you praise and 'good job' and Aether hits you with that…

"Look at you. You took me so well." And hisses when you clench in arousal because that's a thing you didn't expect to spark heat in your gut.

He goes as gently as you need to and his thumb circles your clit to keep you stimulated past the uncomfortable burn that comes with a first time. Each rock of his hips stretches you out and you can practically feel your pulse in your tight muscles, like a second heartbeat. The girls do their best to keep you comfortable, trailing their hands down your body and playing with your breasts but finally when the pain subsides you give them the green go ahead.

“You can go faster.”

And the noises. The wet slapping of his cock combined with Cirrus spit and your cum, the loud slick of his cock as he pumps in and out of you as fast as he can like a man running from death. The squelch of your juices around his dick as you tighten and constrict around his member. The noise is what does you in. What does Aether in is how hot and needy your body is for his seed, clenching tight and squeezing his cock in waves.

He cums abruptly and gives himself a disappointed groan by how quick the round is over. But you’re blissed, leaning back into Cumulus and fuzzy from your head to your toes. Aether leans down and gives you a passionate kiss before coming up to bunker down at your side, leaning against you comfortably and sniffing your hair, purring all the while.

Dew is next, of course. There are still no regrets at this point. You can normally go three rounds with yourself with the right angle and determination, but this is the point when you realize you are going to be tired and sore tomorrow. Fascinated and a bit possessive with Aether’s cum sliding out of you, Dew leans down to clean you up, his long tongue wiping you down with every drag and you can feel the bumps of his taste buds as he laps at your folds like an ice cream cone.

Then he slides into you with a low groan and sets a very nice even pace, less thrusting and more rolling of his hips. He angles, so you're on your side with one leg up. It’s nice, and then he strikes your g-spot and has you gasping and clinging to Aether who purrs and nuzzles you into his neck. Tail sliding down to molest your clit and Dew bares his teeth having his turn taken but Aether ignores him and strokes you through it. Dew finishes with a roar and your fourth orgasm hits you like a freight train with Aether’s sure strokes to your clit.

This is the point in which you take a break. The team lets you catch your breath, gives you bottles of water, and helps to clean you up a little. You asked how you're doing. If they are doing okay? Is there something you want done? You make mention that you're a little disappointed that the ghoulette’s didn’t get anything from their turn with you and are given a grin.

Next round is made up of Cumulus asking if you’d like to eat her out and Cirrus showing you what scissoring is. The taste of Cumulus is salty but not bad, a good first experience with a ghoulette who loves running her fingers through your hair and scratching your scalp softly with her more than dangerous claws. Her nails feel nice in your hair as you curiously taste her and fuck her with your tongue, sucking on her bud and flicking it gently. It’s a nice and smooth ride and she’s already pent up from watching so it doesn’t take long for her to come and you’re again washed with praise.

Cirrus helps you roll your hips and comes apart on you with a rough growl and shudder, baring her teeth as she locks up on top of you and you likewise locking up below her. The ghoulette is all but shoved off by Sunshine as the newest of the band reveals to you a long purple silicon cock with double ends and a raised and excited brow.

Your fifth comes quick and fast after your fourth, linked together in quick succession and you really didn’t think you had it in you, but Sunshine sets a fast pace and the dildo has been ribbed with little bumps to cause a wonderful kind of friction to your gooey walls. There is a wet squelch and a very embarrassing amount of wetness when you come, and mortification overwhelms you when you realize what you have done. But the band are looking at you with absolute joy and glee in their faces.

“I got you to squirt!” Sunshine beams, puffing out her chest proudly and showing off. “Holy shit! Take that, you guys! I got the virgin to squirt!”

Rain cleans you up with his tongue. Seeking out every bit of moisture from between your thighs and sucking it greedily into his mouth, lapping at you like a dog. When he feels you're sufficiently cleaned up, he lines up his dick and starts to press.

But Rain is long, long enough that with each thrust there’s a small bit of pain as he reaches the deepest part of you. It’s uncomfortable. You tell them that and the fuck ends. Rain apologizes for the pain but you still want to keep going. So Sunshine asks if you’d like to try your hand at sucking cock.

That’s a yes. So you’re resituated in the nest to be sitting up, back supported given your first chance to get up close and personal with a real dick. He lets you explore, take your time, even though his thighs and lower stomach twitch as you grace his shaft with your fingers. It’s hot, his skin as soft as silk, and still coated in your juices. Finally, you take his cock in your mouth, tasting your own flavor and the saltiness of his precome. Your jaw quickly starts to ache, not used to being open for so long and while you can’t fit all of him in your mouth, you're told to take your time and only as much as you want. You’re not gonna deep throat him your first try, likely not your first time either. That takes practice so don’t feel bad about it and don’t try to choke yourself.

“But if you really wanna, you're welcome to practice with me as much as you want after this.”

Aether gives a possessive growl and has his tail pulled vengefully by Dew in an effort to cut it out, but it only makes him more agitated. The girl’s have to pull the two apart when they start swinging for each other’s dicks.

While sucking on Rain, you're not shy to grab the rest of his length and stroke. You explore his shaft and fondling his balls, which gets a very nice sound out of the ghoul. So you move your mouth to his suck on one of his testicles. Rain is quick to rip your mouth away and slip his finger against your bottom lip to keep you mouth open before stroking his cock and abruptly coming on your tongue. Actually cum is interesting, a lot stronger, and very bitter. It doesn’t make you gag but it does cause your face to scrunch at the taste.

Cumulus slaps Rain over the head for not asking first but they’re both stunned when you swallow his cum and reopen your mouth to show them just how much of a good girl you are and Aether is quick to try and chase down that taste with his own tongue and have another opportunity to kiss you again.

“Look at you.” He says in between sucking your lips and your tongue. “You’re turning into a little slut. Such a good girl. Such a good little slut for us.”

Swiss apologetically kisses you between your legs in an effort to do away with some of the soreness from Rain and get you ready for himself and then Mountain. He asks if he can try a different position, which, of course, he can. And you're seated in his lap, facing away from him and given a nice show of Cumulus sitting on Dew’s face.

Swiss directs you to lean back which you do and hefts you up by your ass, your legs falling open to give everyone a nice view as his cock slides into you and he starts a very fast pace, jack-knifing into you frantically and reaching deep, gliding along your inner walls easily given how wet and lose you are at this point. The noises are getting to you again, not just your own hoarse moans but that of Cumulus as Dew treats her right. And your eyes fill with tears at just how damn good it is.

In this position it’s easy for Aether to molest and suck on your tits, pulling at your nipples and rolling them with his fingers until they pebble. Sucking mark and mark on one side of your neck as Swiss attacks the other. Aether’s fingers go down to assault your very much swollen and very much sensitive clit and stroke your puffy folds around Swiss’s cock and it’s an interesting feeling. It tickles and god you feel so hot down there, so tender and the oversensitivity brings even more tears to your eyes.

It doesn’t take long for you to come again and you do so with a scream and yelp as Aether nips your tit before burying his face between your breasts and sighing, blissfully content in the comfort of your shaking body.

The room smells of sex and a weird kind of spice. It’s break time again before the finale, more water, more praise. Aether is rubbing against you like a cat and asks if he can have you again after Mountain and you’re not sure you have it in you. Your body is heavy, and your eyes are starting to sag. But when you turn him down, he acts so respectable about it that you can’t help but want to give him another go.

After all, Aether has been the prominent one. He’s not been shy to approach like the other ghouls. He’s helped you get around the Abbey when you first joined, answered your questions, and gave you confidence at the sermons and parties to go out of your comfort zone. So you tell him yes, and the ghoul lights up with a fanged smile and glittering eyes.

Mountain is ready, and you can understand why he was saved for last. He is very proportionate, very thick and veiny. You practically gulp at how much of a challenge it seems to have to take him but he assured you that with everything you just went though, he’s going to slide in like a key fitting into a lock. You're lifted up with his impressive strength and laid on his lap. You're in control of this because, as mentioned before, he’s big, and the best way to make sure you don’t hurt yourself is if you yourself are in charge.

You line up and sink down, and there’s a little pinch, but he’s right. It’s like a glove. The big ghoul gives a low groan at how carefully slow you take him but paws at your hips to help you lift up and down on his cock. He’s got the strength to practically use you as a doll if he wanted and he more than happily guides you into a nice and languid pace before he gets close enough to want to chase his own release and roughly starts taking more control. He gets a smack on his ear from Sunshine and gives a frustrated whimper when he tones it back down but you're more than happy to make up for him as you yourself start to speed things up.

Your thighs are burning by the time it’s over and with his pelvis making such good friction against your clit has you rolling over the edge for the eighth time that night.

At this point, you're little more than a ragdoll. Your limbs are heavy, and your breathing is labored, but you’re determined to make it nine and give Aether what you think he deserves and beckon him forward. He gives you a series of sweet kisses to your face and becomes a nice cool down for everything that has just happened.

Aether is ‘first’ and he is last. But this is a slow fuck. Long thrusts of him pulling almost entirely out and all the way back in. There’s plenty of clit stimulation, even though at this point it nearly hurts to have it touched. But when you reach down to grab his hand to hold instead he understands and leaves well enough alone, instead linking your fingers together as he gently grinds into you. It’s a very passionate fuck, very smooth and very bump and grind more that thrust. It ends with him curled over you giving you sweet kisses as you hold him to your body in a soft hug.

It’s a long night. The ghouls are more than sated, and you have been corrupted nine times over. They tend to you like a queen. They clean you up with a warm rag and keep you hydrated. They offer you sweets and cuddle you. You don’t remember when you fell asleep, likely passed out, but wake to vibrating bodies and the sweet sound of content purring in your ears.

Just like you had suspected, you were sore and groggy, but just like you had wanted, it was the most memorable night of your life.

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So far.

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Meanwhile, Copia wonders where just where you are and why you haven’t answered his summons. He considers Aether, and his eyes widen under the realization of what might have happened. But there's no reason for him to stand and send out a search party. He’s very confident his ghouls are taking good care of you.

For some reason though, there’s a bitter ache in his heart at the thought.

It took me maybe a week or two but I wanted to design Ghoul/Ghoulettes from this current era! Hope you like them all!

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