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Stained glass casts a rainbow of colors across the floor you kneel on to pray to The Father Below. The main chapel is empty this time of day, allowing you to worship Him properly. You’re almost done with your final prayer when the old oak doors creak open at the other end of the room.
Three hushed voices sound behind you, but you ignore them to finish up your own prayers. You rise to your feet, feeling a cold wind climb up your back. Without even turning you can tell who’s behind you.
“Hello brother,” Cirrus is the first to speak but the other two Ghoulettes creep around to be standing in front of you, Sunshine on your left and Cumulus on your right. “Doing your prayers?”
You can’t speak, enraptured by the sight of the ghouls in front of you. Seeing the Ghoulettes up close is a rarity, they aren’t as quick to socialize with the Siblings as the others are. They usually stick to their small group, laughing and getting handsy with each other as the others take siblings during rituals. You’ll occasionally see them with the other ghouls, but they’re usually paired up still.
“Aw, cat got your tongue?” Sunshine hikes herself up onto the ritual slab behind her, swinging her legs. Cirrus leans against it next to her and they both look at you like predators observing their prey.
You fall over yourself, “No not at all! I just… didn’t expect to see you guys here. Not many people hang around this part of the chapel this time of day. It’s the best time to worship without being interrupted.”
They coo at you, “Such a dedicated worshiper.” Cirrus' hand drags on your shoulder as she rounds you to rest between the other two. “We were wondering Brother…” She trails off as if collecting her thoughts, but Sunshine interrupts her.
“You know that we aren’t prone to taking humans, at least not as much as some other ghouls,” both of the Air ghouls laugh at that a little, “but you’ve caught our eye.” Your eyes widen and your face flushes, taken aback.
Cumulus jumps in, “you can always say no! This won’t affect your standing in the clergy at all.”
“No, I want to! Just surprised is all. That it’s me of all people.” The rosary still clutched in your hands' rattles as you fiddle with it anxiously. Sunshine lets out an audible noise and almost jerks off of the altar to reach for you but is stopped by Cirrus’ hand on her thigh.
Cirrus gestures you forward between her slightly spread legs. You lay your shaking hands on the ritual slab on either side of her hips. Her right-hand rests on your cheek while the left falls to the side of your neck. “Why wouldn’t it be you handsome? Look at you. So obedient, so dedicated to any task that the clergy asks for you. Those eyes. That smile.” She leans forward until your noses touch, the storm clouds in her eyes are mesmerizing, “You’re perfect.”
A strangled noise tears through your throat and you jump forward to press your lips against hers. You can feel her smirk as the hand on your face moves to tilt your jaw how she likes. Cirrus’ mouth is cold like a winter breeze and her fangs worry at your lower lip. Small moans are drawn from your throat, amplified when a second, much warmer mouth bites at your throat just below the hand on your jaw. Hands hover above your sides waiting for permission to touch. Not wanting to pull away from Cirrus, you take your hands off the altar and guide Sunshine to touch you.
Cumulus knocks Cirrus’ hands away from you, breaking your kiss with the taller ghoul to kiss you herself. You can hear the other two ghouls kissing over your shoulder, moaning and purring into each other’s mouths. Cumulus manages to get a hand in your hair and tug you back enough to speak against your lips, “Don’t get distracted by them. Be a good boy.”
Your legs buckle from underneath you. The only thing stopping you from falling completely is two sets of hands gripping your body. “Oh, he likes that doesn’t he,” Sunshine teases before adding another harsh bite to the side of your neck. “I think I get first turn. I mean I was the one who got us to this point.” Lips climb up your neck until she can whisper in your ear, “If that’s okay with you.” You nod like a man possessed, feeling her grin against the side of your jaw.
The other two ghoulettes huff but don’t protest as Sunshine pulls you closer to her. She tugs at the bottom of your shirt, humming in approval when you pull it off yourself. You briefly get tangled in your haste and by the time you free yourself Sunshine has stripped her torso completely. You’re almost thrown onto the ritual slab, the only thing stopping you from hitting your head on the cold stone being one of the silken pillows kept nearby for this exact purpose.
Two sets of hands pull at your arms bringing them above your head. You gasp when they wrap your rosary around your wrists to keep you pinned there. Your uniform pants are pulled down, leaving you in only your boxers. Cirrus starts a trail of bruises down the center of your chest while Cumulus sits up by your head, scratching her claws through your hair. There’s a minor scuffle near the end of the slab but when you go to look Cumulus uses the hand in your hair to keep your head pinned back.
Whatever happens, the two ghouls seem to settle it because when Sunshine straddles your chest you see she’s completely bare. Your eyes drop between her thighs. The only thing that drags your attention away is two fingers pressing against your lips. She’s smiling when you make eye contact with her, “You wanna eat me out, darling?”
“Please. So bad.”
She hums, “There’s one rule. Cirrus is going to tease you the whole time. You’re not allowed to finish until at least after I do. Sounds good?” You nod and she shuffles up the slab to be hovering over your face. When she settles firmly against you your eyes flutter closed at the taste. You’re content to stay in place while she takes what she needs, especially when she starts muttering praises through her moans.
Cirrus’ palms over your packer in your boxers making your hips jump. The moan that wracks through your body gets Sunshine to grind against your face harder. Fingers tug at the waistband of your boxers and you shift enough to let Cirrus take them off. She strokes up your cock, slicked by the way you’re dripping. “Oh he’s hungry for it, aren’t you darling?”
Sunshine laughs through her moans, “Put more pressure on him, that feels good.” Cirrus hums from behind her and the pressure on you increases. You shift up a little to suck on her clit properly. Something bumps against your chin as you do, you feel it moving inside of Sunshine while you lick up her folds one more time. The long, thin pressure that you feel resting against your throat makes you realize. It’s the spade of her - or one of the other ghouls - tail.
On instinct your arms jerk forward, trying to grab at her waist and pull her closer to you, but a hand pushes you flat again. You open your eyes to plead at Cumulus to let you go. A kiss is pressed to your head, “Be good. Lay back.” Your whine is audible even with Sunshine on top of you. The grind of her hips gets more aggressive on your face. Sunshine’s praise slips into a hellish language and it only takes you sucking on her clit one more time for her thighs to clamp around you as she finishes. Between Cirrus stroking you and the air deprivation from Sunshine on top of you, you feel yourself nearing the edge. The hand pulls away.
Cumulus manages to direct Sunshine to slump off of you to the side. You barely have time to get the first gasp of air in before you’re begging, “Please let me finish. Need it. It was so hot. Lucifer please.”
You roll your head down enough to look at Cirrus. You know you’re a mess. Face red from the air deprivation, covered in Sunshine’s arousal. Between your thighs, Cirrus taps a finger against her chin while she thinks. “No. I think I’ll fuck Cumulus first.” Your noise of displeasure is blocked out by Cumulus trilling with joy.
They seem to have this planned out, as Cumulus rises up on her knees undoing her pants. She managed to take off her shirt and bra at some point while Sunshine was having her way with you and you didn’t notice. Cumulus positions herself on her hands and knees above you, just barely hovering to avoid touching your arousal with her knees on either side of your hips. Something presses along your inner thighs. Above you, Cumulus’ jaw drops open, “Feels so good Cir.” Cumulus leans down to kiss you, licking the taste of Sunshine out of your mouth.
Her body is jolted above you when Cirrus sets an earnest pace behind her. Cumulus breaks this kiss to drop her head down and bite at your neck. The pace is frenzied, both ghouls getting more and more desperate to cum. A cold hand slips between your legs to stroke your dick again. You thrash beneath Cumulus.
There’s enough tension pulled on the rosary still binding your wrists that it snaps with the sound of beads rolling away into the distance. You use your freed hands to grab at Cumulus’ hair, dragging her face up to kiss her again. She bites at your lower lip until you moan so she can slip her tongue inside. The ghoul totally dominates the kiss even as you tug at her hair and her horns.
Her bites turn harsh. The way you go limp beneath Cumulus allows her to pull back. “Naughty boy,” the hand on your dick leaves as Cumulus brings it up to her mouth to taste your slick, “moving from where we left you. Breaking a precious rosary from the clergy. So disrespectful.”
“No, please. Didn’t mean to. I just need to touch so badly. I couldn’t help it.” She tries to look like she’s thinking it over, but Cirrus must hit somewhere in particular because she moans and drops her face into the crook of your neck instead.
You can’t see Cirrus from your position, but you can still hear her, “Don’t worry about thinking of a punishment. I have it all planned out.” Cumulus squirms more above you. She’s close if the way she’s biting into your neck tells you anything.
When she finishes you scream out. The bite is deep and you can feel blood spilling out when she removes your teeth. Cumulus climbs off of you to slump to the side against Sunshine.
It’s just you and Cirrus left on the altar.
She moves forward to lay herself over you. The edge of the strap-on she used on Cirrus just barely brushes against your aching dick. “Now. What should we do with you?” Her claws are harsh on the skin of your hips, “You were praying like a good little worshiper earlier, but then you went and broke your rosary. Not very dedicated of you.” Cirrus pulls back, bringing you to sit on her lap. She raises an eyebrow, “this okay?” You nod ferociously. “You’re going to be a good boy and ride me while reciting your prayers. You can’t cum until you get through them perfectly, understand?”
“Yes ma'am.” You sink down onto the strap-on, the stretch forcing you to throw your head back. Before you can even raise your hips again Cirrus stops you. When you make eye contact she raises one eyebrow. “Our Father, who art in hell,” a gasp interrupts you as Cirrus moves your hips up for you.
“Come on handsome, you don’t want to put this off, do you? Or do you like being edged?”
It takes all of your willpower to not talk back, instead continuing the prayer. “Unhallowed, be thy na-” Another gasp as you set your own pace, “-me. Cursed be the sons and daughters.” You maintain eye contact with Cirrus as you drag your hand down your body until you reach your dick. When she doesn’t stop you, you begin touching yourself properly. “Of thine nemesis whom are to bla- FUCK!” Cirrus’ hand has pressed into the bite wound on your shoulder. It sends a bolt of electricity through your body.
It also interrupts your prayer.
The ghoulette has a wolfish grin when you look at her. “Oops,” she bats your hand away from yourself, “Start again.”
You half-heartedly glare at her with a huff. Your hips increase in pace as you start the prayer over, “Our father, who art in hell, unhallowed be thy name.” When Cirrus replaces your hand with her own you know she’s trying to throw you off so you swallow your moans as best as you can. “Cursed be the sons and daughters of thine nemesis whom are to blame.” Her fingers put more pressure on you and you rush through the end of the prayer, “Thy kingdom come, Nema!” You almost scream the last word.
Cirrus looks pleased with you, “Good boy, you did so well. Take what you need handsome.” You know your nails are digging into her shoulders as you find the angle that feels the best and grind down. “You look so hot right now. Lucifer below would be lucky.” You drop your head down to your chest. The force of your orgasm after being denied for so long shakes your entire body, your vision blacks out and your ears are filled with static.
When you come to, you’re laying back on the ritual slab again. You can feel that you’re dressed again - although the sweatpants on your legs definitely aren’t yours if how large they are is any indicator. Your head is pillowed in Cirrus’ lap, clawed fingers stroking through your hair. “There he is. How was that handsome.”
“Go-” your voice cracks when you try to speak, and you cough hard enough that your back arches. You’re ushered into a sitting position. Someone holds a bottle of water to your mouth so you can take a few sips. “Good. I think I came so hard my brain spilled out my ears.”
The ghoulettes laugh. Sunshine backs off the platform to stand, “Come on handsome, let’s get out of here. A real bed would probably be better.”
You look down at her extended hand, “You want me to come with you?”
“Are you kidding?” Cumulus interjects, “Best time we’ve had with one of the siblings in the minute. You’re out of your mind if you think we’re just gonna hit it and quit it.” She leans close to fake-whisper to you, “Besides, Sunshine is awfully possessive when she likes what she sees. And you are it.” You flush as the other ghoulette tries to protest to save her image. Instead of answering verbally, you lean forward and take Sunshine’s hand. She helps you off the platform - your legs are still shaking when you stand.
The four of you manage to scramble out of the church just as the other siblings are gathering to enter for the evening ritual. You know the image you make, walking out a mess with three ghouls, but you don’t find yourself caring.
At least you don’t care until Dewdrop whops loudly and high-fives Cirrus.
That draws a lot more attention.