#i've joined the ghoul sex cult

[ghoultrifle]

Did someone say Rain in panties? No? Well I wrote it anyway!

An expansion on Rain's contribution to this post (for those who haven't read it, it mentions rain in panties). Thanks to @v-ternus for asking me to share more, this is probably more than you bargained for! And the biggest thanks I could possibly give to @jimothybarnes for beta-ing this and giving me the courage to post it to the scary internet, you're amazing!!!

Disgustingly wet panty-wearing rain ghoul shenanigans under the cut!

Rain has a catalogue of panty pics on his phone. He's a regular wearer and even more regular photographer. He just can't resist the way they're so tight they leave lingering red lines on his pale hips, how they mark him. He relishes in the knowledge of his dirty, not-so-secret secret. Short skirts that leave nothing to the imagination keep his packmates on edge, hungry. Glazed eyes watching as he sits, squirming under the attention and revelling as the plug he delicately placed earlier hits just the right spot. Rain allows them to pet and to tease, get him riled up, and only then does he take the photos.

Tonight in the dim light of his bedroom he kneels in front of the mirror, one hand cautiously lifting up the sage green skirt mountain gifted him, and the other firmly holding his phone as he brushes up against the sensitive bulge. He hears the familiar click of the camera as he takes a photo, then another one, looking thoroughly wrecked. There is only one rule for these sessions, the panties stay on. He's blushing and leaking, straining against the lilac fabric now turned a deep shade of purple to match his flushed face. Streaks of hair clinging to his sweat-stained face, nipples begging for touch under his mesh crop top, and fingertips teasing the ever growing wet spot. As he tweaks the pebbled mound on his chest, there’s another click but it’s not from his phone. Rain looks toward the door, eyes straining to focus in the candlelight, it’s Aether. He chuckles at the sight of the mess in front of the mirror, “Need some help, princess?”

It doesn't take much, it never does when he's this far gone. Rain’s sat on the edge of the bed with Aether's head barely fitting beneath the skirt alternating between kitten licks to the tip and lascivious strokes over the deep purple material, whispering praises for his slutty princess, "Such a good girl showing yourself off for Daddy, hmm?" Rain can only whimper as feels his orgasm approaching. Aether can feel it building, grabbing Rain's phone and pressing record as he strokes the smaller ghoul’s cock with a burning intensity keeping Rain teetering on the edge until Aether decides he’s ready. The quintessence ghoul uses his mouth to trace every vein while his free hand reaches to press on Rain’s plug, and that’s all he needs. Aether captures the euphoric moment as the water ghoul’s cum beads on the surface in rapid, irregular bursts, slowly dripping down the saturated panties to pool on the larger ghouls outstretched hand. Rain whines as Aether continues to lick him through the underwear, the friction is incredible but quickly becomes too much, and just like that the smaller ghoul is finished.

Rain removes the sodden underwear placing it in Aether's sticky hand and thanks him as one would thank a professional photographer. He makes no mention of the obscene mess he produced nor of Aether's tented pants. As always, Aether slinks off to his room, taking the water ghoul's ruined panties with him. Rain's not stupid, they share a wall and he absolutely gets off again at the debauched sounds of Aether stroking himself with the silky lilac, it’s most of the reason he puts on a show in the first place.

that was meant to be a few sentences but I got carried away whoops. anyway that was my first attempt at writing more than one coherent sentence for a good 5 years so please be nice!