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" Hey."
Aurora doesn't hear the voice at first. Too absorbed in the painstaking process of editing the many photos she'd taken on tour. Before she grabbed her promotion by the throat, she'd been the photographer for the Abbey's newsletters. One official and one pure gossip. The chance to slip back into her old role was the perfect way to wind down, and when she finished with hers she would start on the others.
"Ksst! Rory!"
That gets her attention. There's only one person who would dare butcher the beautiful name she'd given herself, one person who knows he could get away with it.
Swiss is on her windowsill. He's resting his head on his arms, the rest of him dangling into space somewhere outside. They're three floors up and she's long since learned he considers gravity optional.
"Wanna see something cool?" He asks with a grin.
"I got your dick pic." She replies. "The lighting was off, you weren't doing anything interesting with your pose, though your hand was lovely. The background had too much visual clutter. I did like the amount of body hair on display though."
He's visibly taken aback for a moment before blinking and giving her a grin.
"Aw, I forgot about that. Thanks, hun. But also, not what I'm talking about."
He hoists himself easily into her room and neatly somersaults on her rug, rocking on his feet when he sits.
"Wanna check out the garden?"
She eyes him warily. He keeps grinning.
"They're closed today." She says finally. "I can see them when they reopen. And I saw them before they closed. What's happening in there, today , that I need to see?"
Swiss leans in close to answer in a mock-whisper.
"Mountain's helping with the harvest blessing this year."
Aurora swivels around in her chair so fast her neck hurts. Ignoring Swiss' snicker, she quickly saves her work and closes down the program, quietly clicking her laptop shut before she pushes back from the desk and stands up.
"Let's go." She says.
"Knew you'd like it," Swiss says in a sing-songy voice. He catches her by the waist despite her squawk at the treatment and hoists her up, wearing her like a backpack and encouraging her to wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his thighs. He cranes his neck to wink at her as he makes for the window.
"Trust me?" He has the audacity to ask.
"Absolutely not." She says flatly. She makes sure to smush her tits right against his upper back so he can feel them and he chuckles.
"Smart girl."
He climbs out the windowsill with her clinging to his back and heads higher up, for the roof. Being a ghoul with wings, Aurora is no stranger to heights. It's the odd jostling as Swiss climbs that makes her nervous. She nuzzles her face into the hair at the nape of his neck and thinks about ripening fruits swelling up, juicy enough to burst at the slightest prodding.
Her mouth waters.
"Can feel you drooling." Swiss jokes as he climbs a turret, swinging himself around the flagpole like the slut he is. "Almost there, babydoll."
"I'll bite you if you call me that again." She says.
"Oh-kay, babydoll."
She doesn't know why he yelps. She did warn him.
It only takes them a few minutes to reach their destination. While most of the gardens are set away from the main building, there's one overgrown little courtyard of the First's where he tends to his personal plants. Protected on all sides by a bristling growth of blackthorn, there isn't a way to get in if one hasn't been personally invited.
Usually.
As Swiss carefully picks his way over the slates of the roof, Aurora keeps an eye on the two figures standing in the center. She's only seen the First Emeritus from a distance at mealtimes, picking over his food as his friends and brothers devoured theirs. Siblings had a tendency to overlook him, writing him off as a decrepit old man like Nihil but Aurora knows better. She'd met those glittering eyes, one black and the other white, once and they had regarded her with a calm, alien intelligence before he nodded and took a sip of whatever dark liquid sloshed in his wineglass. There might be some truth to the rumors of his vampirism. It's not really her concern.
Here, in the center of his power, he stands taller than she's ever seen. His robes are unadorned and midnight in color, fluttering around his body like bat wings as he strides from one end of the courtyard to the other, reciting an incantation from memory to his plants.
And Mountain. He stands alone in a robe of white linen, eyes cast demurely downward at the ground as he waits for his cue. Lucifer, her heart skips a beat seeing him there. She's got it bad.
Swiss finds a convenient little alcove to tuck himself away into, the stone of the building protruding out just enough to give him a decent seat. There's some awkward rearranging of their bodies as Aurora crawls into his lap to get a better view, hissing and shushing each other until she's comfortably perched on his thighs and his arms grab at her waist but it goes unnoticed by the pair below.
"So. The harvest blessing." She says, since nothing's happening yet. "Tell me." She has a basic idea of what's going on, but if Swiss is explaining it to her it means he can't run his mouth about her painfully obvious little crush.
"An earth spirit has to return some of their… essence to the ground they came from. Swiss says. "And in return, the earth will offer us up a bountiful harvest. You know, fertilization. There's a lottery for who gets picked. Gender doesn't really matter as long as something goes back into the earth. Basic horny sex rite."
"Fascinating." She says, having immediately lost interest in favor of admiring Mountain's side profile. That jawline…
"You'd be surprised how many human magic systems that are just cum wizardry." Swiss informs her, sounding weirdly delighted about the fact.
"I'll take your word for it." Aurora replies with the same politeness she bestows on every subject she doesn't give a shit about.
"Won't be the only thing you'll take from me if you keep squirming like that." He teases.
"Swiss, I know for a fact you once fucked a donut. Forgive me if earning the attention of that thing between your legs doesn't rank very high on my list."
"She's so mean." Swiss complains to a nearby gargoyle. "Why is she so mean to me?"
The gargoyle said nothing. It was old and had seen much.
Too much.
Aurora ignores this exchange because something interesting is finally happening down there. The first has finished his verbal component of the ritual and stands in front of Mountain, bading him to open his robe. And Mountain?
Mountain seems almost… shy about the whole thing. It's fascinating.
"Is it his first time?" Aurora asks in awe, watching as his big hands undo the belt slowly, letting it hang from the loops as he clutches at the hem before letting that go as well. She doesn't care if Swiss snickers at the dreamy little sigh she gives when she sees his body. He's so her type that it's painful. Tall, yes. Well-proportioned, yes. The dark and healthy dusting of hair on his arms and chest, tapering as it goes down his stomach before widening again around the base of his cock, oh the sweet little size of it, almost completely hidden when he starts to stroke yes, yes, yes.
"Might be." Swiss says nonchalantly, skimming his hands over her thighs. She lets him, because he does deserve a reward for bringing her here.
"I want to blow him," she whispers, just to feel Swiss dig his nails into her skin. "Wanna bite his nipples, make him squirm…"
Swiss goes higher, past the ache between her legs and tickles over her stomach for a brief moment before he's fussing with the buttons on her blouse. She lets him do what he wants as she rocks back and forth on his leg, watching as Mountain begins to tug at himself. She wants, needs, to get up close and personal with that cock, watch the tip of it get ruddy and wet with pre, see the intimate way the foreskin glides over the ridge, taste that pearly fluid that will well up in the slit.
"What's it like," she begs Swiss as he opens her blouse, getting his hands on her tits and jiggling them. She pushes her hips down, grinds her clit along the hard line of his thigh. She hopes she soaks a wet spot into it by the end. "Tell me what it's like to suck his cock."
"Good," he purrs, resting his head on her shoulder. "Just enough to gag on. Can't tell from here but it's real pretty. Nice vein to it, throbs right in time to his heartbeat when he's close."
He tugs down her bra and her breasts spill out right into his hands. He licks his fingers and rubs them all over her nipples, patiently working them until they're firm. He pinches one and she stifles a squeal.
"Shh," He says, doing it again. She jerks her head back in warning, jumping in his lap to put all her weight on his dick and his laugh turns into a wheeze.
"Don't break it." He says. "C'mon, be nice."
She doesn't dignify him with an answer.
"I wanna smother him in my tits." She continues dreamily. "Ride him and shove them right in his face so he can give back what I gave him."
"Baby," Swiss groans, abandoning her breasts to rock her over his dick. She makes a soft, pleased noise and grabs his hand to shove it down the waistband of her skirt and the groan he makes at how wet she is almost enough to make her eyes flutter shut. Almost. She's got a show to watch, after all.
She spreads her legs for Swiss, pushes her ass on the bulge in his pants, and he gets into a rhythm she likes, catching her clit between his index and middle fingers, rubbing it slow and right. Below, Mountain's got himself into a steady rhythm to match, now gliding his hand easily instead of embarrassed tugging, his earlier shyness forgotten. His feet wiggle apart a little, giving him a firm stance as he loses himself in his pleasure, one hand daring to dart up and play with his nipple. Swiss does the same motion on Aurora and she gives a breathy little sigh.
"You really wanna treat him right, you get a plug in him." He murmurs. "Finger his hole open nice and slow, make him hold his knees up for you. Put in a vibrating one and turn it on when you ride him."
Mountain's head tilts back, his mouth dropping open. He makes a low noise, rich with pleasure (the same he might make, she imagines, if she treated him good. She would treat him so good) as he speeds up just the slightest, focusing on the tip, rubbing his thumb over the spongy head. His free hand cups his balls, gives them a firm tug and then he takes himself in both hands and fucking hard into his own grip.
"That's it, Mountain." Swiss breathes. "Show her how you work those hips."
As gorgeous as it is, it doesn't last long. He props one hand on his lower back and return to his slow, drawn out tugs from earlier, head dropping to his chest as he starts panting.
"He's close." Swiss takes his hand off her cunt to move her panties to the side and she gets his message quick enough. She rucks up her skirt as he fumbles with his pants behind her and they both make a quiet sound of relief when she sits on his cock, hilting him in one smooth motion. A tiny voice cries out in frustration that it's not the cock she's been fantasizing about but it quiets down when Swiss starts massaging her clit again, forgoing bucking his own hips into her in favor of keeping himself in as deep as he can go.
"Feel so good," He moans. "He's gonna love being in this wet little cunt, trust me."
"You think?"
"Baby, I know."
Below, Mountain stiffens and arches back, shooting his load in wide, pearly arcs across the ground. Aurora whimpers, wishing it was on her face and Swiss echoes the noise when she clenches around him.
"You can watch, I want you to watch-" Aurora chokes on her own spit when Swiss hugs her waist tight, bouncing her on his cock like she weighed nothing. She can hear how slicked up she is, lewd and gross. "Watch me take his cock, Swiss, I want you to be there for it,"
" Yeah " Swiss slurs into her neck, inhaling the scent of her hair. She puts his hands on her tits again and he grabs on for dear life as she rides him.
"I wanna cum," She demands, wiggling her hips, trying to get him to rub over her favorite spot again. "Swiss, make me cum."
"Trying to," he grunts. "Just think of how he'll be when you finally get him under you."
She makes a sharp, pained little sound that's too loud for comfort. Below, Mountain's ears twitch and he looks up. Follows the sound to where they're hiding and Aurora goes all hot as his eyes go over her exposed chest, the way she moves in Swiss' lap and meets her own gaze.
He brings a hand to his mouth and pokes his tongue between his fingers, lapping up stray droplets of his own cum without blinking. His face is flushed, his breathing heavy and Aurora finally has to squeeze her eyes shut when Swiss fucks in just right and she can cum, clamping down on his cock as she grinds her teeth so hard her jaw creaks.
"He likes what he sees," Swiss gasps. "Oh, babydoll, you're in for it now."
"Promise?" She whispers, opening her eyes to stare back at Mountain, floating and soft from her orgasm. She hardly registers Swiss finding his own, or the way he fills her up so much it starts to leak out around his cock. All she can think of are the big, green eyes that wink at her before Mountain kneels for the blessing of the First, the conclusion of the ritual.
"Promise," Swiss says with a kiss to her temple.