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Laid out on the pristine white sheets, Aurora looked heavenly. A ghoul was not intended to be described in such a way, but with her pale curls haloed out behind her and her creamy skin glowing in the lamp light, she managed to appear borderline angelic draped in a soft satin nightgown that could hardly be considered modest. She could lift her arms over her head and tease Storm with a little glimpse of her panties (or lack there of), and judging by the little curl of her lips that was part of her plan. While Aurora may have, at a glance, seemed holy, her expression gave away her devilish intent.
Storm licked his lips as she drew her knees together and gave him a curious trill. Playing demure, blushing like she was innocent. Her appearance was so delicate, if Storm didn't know any better he might have just believed her act.
"Thought you'd never come." Aurora mumbled, propping herself up on her elbows. He watched the hem of her nightgown shift but stop just shy of what he wanted to see. "Almost thought you forgot about me."
Hours earlier, under stage lights and the gaze of thousands, hand in hand with their fellow ghouls she had squeezed her little fingers between his. The buzzing in her skin traveled from her palm to his, a purposeful spark sent racing up his nerves until he could feel her magic at the edge of his awareness. Storm had glanced at her from the corner of his eye when it caressed like gentle fingers at his mind, a quiet request for permission to enter. He shuddered at the sensation of quintessence but tried to relax, to allow her in, and Storm could feel her smile through the tether she'd created. Aurora whispered into his consciousness, a breathy plea of want. He could feel her desire trickling into him, enough to fill both of their proverbial cups, but the sympathetic throb between his legs had his filled to the very brim. Even when they parted and that artificial connection was severed it lingered. Dripping through him slowly, sending heat through his veins. She'd left him with a persistent, nagging desire of his own. A distracting arousal that craved her for relief, and it led her straight back to her without fail.
"I could never." Storm assured as he moved from the foot of the bed. Drawn closer by that little hook Aurora had left behind when her magic withdrew. She reached out to touch his cheek when he crawled over her, sending another spark running through him. "You're driving me too crazy for that, Rora."
"I drive you crazy?" She asked, parting her legs to allow him to slot between them.
"Don't play dumb." He mumbled as he slid his palm up her thigh, pushing that nightgown higher. "Told me you've been dreaming about my cock, 'course that is going to drive me fucking crazy."
His fingers brushed along the cut of her hip as they traveled, and as he suspected, he found skin instead of lace. Aurora bit her lip, coy as the day is long, when he stroked his thumb over her smooth mound. Freshly shaved. Clearly, she'd been planning, and Storm was helpless to her whims. What a princess wanted, a princess got.
"I'm aching for it." Aurora combed her fingers through his hair till she found the back of his neck where she pulled him down into a kiss he eagerly melted into. The taste of cake batter lipgloss and cherry coke lingering on her tongue was intoxicating, a sweetness that Storm could only expect from her. "Want you to fill me," she took his wrist and guided it higher to settle beneath her navel. Flat on her belly. "Want it right here."
"Rora—" Storm mumbled, almost like he was warning her for the suggestion. She simply smiled like she was innocent.
"You could." She pushed his hand back to her cunt. "Nobody would know. Not for a few months at least. Wouldn't start to show till after tour ends."
He dragged his fingers down her slit, spreading her lips to find her already wet. Wet enough his middle digit, thick as it was, slipped into her with ease. Aurora's lips parted with a gasp as he pet her soft inner walls at a lazy pace. Exploratory rather than purposeful.
"Little thing like you would start to show fast." He chuckled, a warm rumble that had her really flushing for him. A cotton candy pink blush. Storm had never had a sweet tooth before her, but she left him hungry for another taste at every turn. "Wouldn't be able to hide it once I knocked you up."
"Don't care about hiding." She whined. A petulance he normally would not have entertained but Aurora had learned how to play him far too well for him to really deny. "Please baby, don't make me beg."
"But I want to hear how bad you want it."
Her brows drew together, a little half frustrated sound from somewhere in her throat. It was an expression she rarely wore, embarrassment. A good look on her. Despite it, she still fluttered around his finger. Gripping him in a way that might have been convincing enough on another day, but not with what she was asking him for. He wanted to hear it, confirm to himself that the way it sounded in his fantasies would ring similar in reality.
"Please—Give me a litter, fill me with your kits." Aurora's arms found their way around his neck, her voice dropping to something softer. Feminine and breathy in a way that went straight to his dick to reignite that ache he'd felt when she pushed her desires into his head. "Want you to breed me like I'm yours."
Storm groaned, the purr of her words curled in his ears and stroked pleasurably through his mind. The sensation shuddered through him. He wanted to chase the heat down between his thighs, rub at his cock through the the layers of cotton that suddenly felt oppressive. More than want, Storm needed to be inside of her. Feel that tight, hot cunt fluttering around his dick just like it was around the one, now two fingers scissoring her open. He wondered how much she could take, just what would make her gape - if Mountain left her ruined and clenching around nothing. Insatiable thing like her, he could only imagine if even that would be enough.
He pulled away from her embrace and withdrew his fingers which came away thoroughly coated in her arousal. Strands of slick connecting the two digits as he spread them, admiring the way it caught the light for a brief moment. He couldn't wait, quickly shedding what little clothes he had to finally get a hand on himself. Took those same fingers and brought them to frame his cock jutting out from between his folds, plump and pink. Storm wanted to see how it looked resting on her soft tongue, but it was a fantasy to chase another time. They were both growing impatient, her somehow more so than him, having replaced Storm's fingers in her cunt with three of her own. So much smaller, it hardly filled her the same way, and her mounting frustration had started to show on her face. Aurora worried her bottom lip with her fangs, eyes fixed on where he began to pet his t-dick. Every little touch was going straight to his head, watching her falling apart didn't help him any either.
"Say it again." Storm rasped, jerking himself off at a restrained pace. He would drag this out, until he could give her exactly what she demanded.
"Knock me up." Aurora moaned as she took her fingers out, spreading herself to show her hole clenching around nothing. Empty and dripping, waiting to take him, for him to make her a mommy.