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"Buuuuggggg," Aurora sings her way down the hall. "Where aareee you?"
Phantom pokes his head out of his room, blinking away sleep. He had meant to get up from his nap hours earlier, but the sleep demons were persistent. To be honest, he's not entirely sure he didn't sleep through the night.
"Here, Rora," Phantom mumbles, wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve.
"Oh, Buggy." Aurora covers her mouth. She won't laugh at him. Not yet. "Honey, did you just wake up?"
"Um, yes?"
Aurora reaches up and squishes Phantom's cheeks between her palms. He flushes dark purple, a little twinge stirring in his gut. He shoves the naughty feeling down—Aurora is just being friendly.
"There you are," Rain's soft voice floats into the conversation, the water ghoul appearing gracefully behind Aurora. "Been trying to catch up to you since the common room."
Rain holds a couple shopping bags, the nice, branded kind that stand up on their own and have twisted rope handles. The logo is, to the untrained eye, nondescript, but Phantom recognizes the symbol. In an instant, the tip of his tail is twitching so hard it's practically vibrating, the fabric of his sleep pants increasingly abraisive and unwanted.
"What's… What did you two get?" Phantom nods down at the bag.
"Just a little present for our favorite little plaything," Aurora croons, pulling Phantom's head down so that she can kiss his forehead. Definitely not just being friendly.
Phantom at least has the decency to look a little embarassed at the wet patch forming on the front of his pants. Aurora glances down with only her eyes and laughs.
"Aww, Rainy, I think he's excited."
"He's always excited," Rain scoffs.
Phantom's little dick twitches, and it's all he can do not to press on it, as much as he wants to. He's going to be a very good boy. That's what will get him what he wants, he knows this.
Aurora pushes him back into his room with one finger on his chest, while Rain trails behind with the bags. When the backs of his knees hit the mattress, he folds immediately. Perched on the edge of the bed now, Phantom gives Aurora and Rain his widest eyes and most wanting mouth.
"And Dew calls me a slut." Rain drops the bags and crosses his arms, leaning most of his weight on one long, shapely leg. "Aurora has you trained up real good, huh?"
Phantom nods obediently and bares his throat to Aurora, who kisses the soft white stars there before closing the clasp of his play collar around his neck. He trills happily at the click and the comforting weight of it against his skin. It's permission, it's a promise, and it's everything he could want.
The crinkling of paper catches his attention—Rain is digging in one of the bags. His focus is jerked back to Aurora, her hand firmly cupped under his chin.
"Look at me."
He does. There's nothing else he could imagine doing.
"Aw, good Bug!" Aurora kisses the tip of his nose. "Now, we're gonna let Rainy get dressed, then he's gonna keep an eye on you while I get dressed too, okay?"
Phantom nods, the D-ring on his collar slipping about.
It's an antagonizing minute while Phantom keeps his eyes firmly trained on Aurora, not daring to risk a peek at the water ghoul before he's finished. Aurora helps, some, by keeping her hands on his face and giving him an occasional kiss. Still, he's wet and squirming and so, so impatient by the time Aurora says he can look.
The sight of Rain takes Phantom's breath away. The water ghoul is dressed in a long, lacy gown, with a wide boatneck and sleeves that come to tapered points at the base of his middle fingers. He holds himself with such an air of elegance and poise that Phantom could be fooled into thinking this isn't a sex thing at all, that Rain really is some kind of fairytale princess. The glittering tiara on Rain's dark hair is what really sells it, though.
"Pretty," Phantom breathes, his mind fogged of all else except Rain.
Rain looks down his nose at the ghoul beneath him, mouth pulled into an inscrutable line. Then he speaks.
"Look at me."
Just as easily as Phantom takes orders from Aurora, he finds himself taking orders from his Princess. When did Rain become my Princess?
Aurora steps out of Phantom's sight and he fights the urge to get up and follow her, but he's received an order, and he's going to be good.
Rain brushes a thumb over Phantom's bottom lip, inspecting. He gently pulls Phantom's mouth open and peers at his sharp white teeth and soft little tongue. There's still a bruise at the back of his throat from a practice-turned-stress relief with Dew the day before, but his mouth is otherwise perfect.
"It will do," Rain sighs, letting his hand slip away from Phantom's mouth.
Phantom looks up through his lashes with an urgent expression. How can I be good?
Aurora flicks Rain's shoulder—and oh, her outfit is exquisite too. She's in a tiny dress with a wide, fluffy skirt; she's like a fairy from a storybook. Phantom forgets what he was upset about.
"Want you," Phantom whines, rubbing his thighs together in a vain attempt at friction. His dick is too small to catch between them properly, though, and he's left only with more frustration.
"Look at him, I told you he was adorable like this." Aurora kisses Rain's cheek and pets at the edge of the lace over his collarbones.
"He'd be prettier on his knees." Rain regards Phantom with thinly veiled scorn.
Oh, and if the contrast of Aurora's condescending adoration and Rain's poisoned lust doesn't excite Phantom beyond compare. He knows he's leaking in his pants, he knows Aurora is going to tease him for it. The thought just makes his sensitive parts ache.
"You heard your Princess," Aurora says, adopting a sharper tone, closer to matching Rain. "On your knees."
Phantom slips off the bed and falls to his knees with a thud. There will be bruises in the morning. It will hurt in the morning. Hells, it hurts now. Then Rain is standing with a foot on either side of Phantom's thighs and the lace of his dress brushes against the tip of Phantom's nose. It smells like bergamot and rose when Phantom takes an indulgent breath of it.
Rain gathers his skirts in both hands and lifts them to his hips, baring himself to Phantom. The eager little quint gravitates towards his prize, but Aurora catches his horns and pulls his head back.
"Greedy," Aurora chides. "You haven't even asked yet."
"Please," Phantom begs, his tongue heavy in his mouth. "Please, Rain."
The swat of Rain's hand against Phantom's cheek is too light to hurt, but heavy enough to startle. Tears prick in Phantom's eyes.
"Princess, he's your Princess, Buggy," Aurora whispers from her place behind Phantom.
"Please, Princess," Phantom moans, white-hot embarassment shooting through his body, too close to arousal for his body to tell the difference.
Rain is unmoved, gesturing with one hand for Phantom to go on.
"Please, I want to," Phantom chokes on his words, desire making any thoughts he had drain out his ears. "I want to eat you out, Princess, please, please."
Rain's lips turn up in the faintest of smiles, a sadistic little expression that only Rain has mastered. He waves again, more.
"Please, I'll be so good for you, I'll make you feel good, Princess, please." Phantom's legs are shaking beneath him, though he is only kneeling.
"Then I suppose I will allow this," Rain hums, as though it is as mundane as a thing can be.
Phantom shuffles between Rain's spread legs and licks into him greedily. It's an odd angle and his neck aches from the start, but the salty, metallic taste of Rain on his tongue sends shocks of pleasure through his body. He can just nudge his heel in that soft space between his legs to relieve some of the pressure.
After a good five minutes of lapping slick from Rain, Phantom feels a writhing something just beneath the flesh at the top of Rain's narrow hole. The thin membrane covering his tentacle is retreating, allowing it out to explore.
Phantom gasps when the tentacle breaks free with a gush of clear, salty fluid. Rain moans and clutches Aurora's arm for stability while she brushes his sweat-slick hair back out of his face.
Rain's tentacle pulses with a soft blue light as it stretches, finally free of its trappings. Phantom watches in awe, open-mouthed, as it feels its way around the edges of Rain's hole, before evidently deciding it needs more than its own familiar body.
The intrusion is neither entirely unfamiliar nor unwanted in the slightest. Phantom practically squeals in glee at the thing slipping between his parted lips, pushing its way past his tongue and down his throat, pulsing as it uses Phantom for its own pleasure. Phantom, for his part, is perfectly lost in pleasure as well.
Sloppy trails of saliva and slick drop from the corners of Phantom's mouth, though he is too far gone to care that he's making a mess of his pajamas. Rain thrusts into his throat and spills another glob of fluid out onto Phantom's cheek and down his chin.
"Messy boy," Rain rasps, his voice thick with sex. "Dumb little thing, so drunk on my tentacle you can't even swallow your own mess."
Phantom tries—he really tries—to swallow, but with the growing intrusion in his throat he only succeeds at drawing a hitched breath from Rain as he squeezes around Rain's tentacle. The world is starting to get a bit fuzzy, and Phantom can't—doesn't want to—stop. He chokes, drool dripping from his mouth as Rain pulls out and splatters his face with clear goo.
Aurora catches Rain as his knees go weak, guiding him to the bed with such reverence that it makes Phantom ill. I won't be jealous of my Princesses. I won't.
"Good boy," Aurora chirps, turning back to Phantom once Rain is comfortable in bed and out of his dress. "You did so good! Oh, but look at you…"
Aurora's eyes glow, inviting Phantom to look through them. He does, and the sight makes him dizzy.
He sees himself, sat so perfectly on the floor, disheveled and used, cheeks flushed and covered in Rain's slick. His lips are darkened and swollen, and the place where Rain slapped him has plumped up nicely.
Phantom blinks back into his own body and shudders.
"Rora," he rasps.
"Nuh uh," Aurora teases. "I'm your Princess too, remember?"
"Princess," Phantom pleads, voice breaking. "I want to please you, too."
"Aw, but you're a mess." Aurora flattens the front of her skirt, keeping the fabric away from the debased quint.
"I can clean up!"
"Can you?" Aurora giggles, watching the way Phantom's eyes slide in and out of focus. "Looks like you can barely sit upright, Baby Bat."
"No, I can," Phantom insists, wiping his face with his sleeve.
"So desperate for me," Aurora says. "It's adorable."
"It's pathetic," Rain scoffs from the bed. "He's practically broken. Bet he would forget his own name on purpose if it would make more room to think about sucking you off."
"Guess he doesn't really need a name, does he, now?" Aurora scratches Phantom behind the ears. "He does just fine as our little Bug."
Phantom slumps against Aurora's bare leg, big wet eyes wide and trusting. She ruffles his hair and reaches for the ribbon at the back of her dress.
"Well, I can't have you making a mess of my brand new dress with all your drooling, but I suppose I don't mind sharing with Princess Rain."
Phantom's eyes light up and he watches Aurora carefully hang the garment in her closet before returning to bed. She sits with her back against Rain's front, legs splayed to make room for Phantom. He knows better than to move before she asks, though. He does not even turn around until he is called.
"Come here, darling boy," Aurora says, her voice light and airy. "Show me how much you love your Princess."
Phantom nearly trips over himself clamboring onto the bed, all his limbs clumsy and near-useless. He sighs in relief at the softness under his bruised knees, though he can take no time to truly revel in the newfound comfort.
Aurora's wetness glistens on her skin delectably. Phantom licks his abused lips, hungry. He can feel himself salivating again, and oh, no, be a tidy boy, be good, be good.
"He's so dumb for you," Rain huffs. "It's a miracle he can do anything else."
Phantom whines, Rain's degradation going straight to his dick. He squirms against the mattress, feeling more slick drip from his needy hole to lubricate his dick.
Aurora squeezes Phantom's face in one hand, squishing his cheeks together so his lips scrunch. More drool spills out onto her hand and she laughs.
"Hells, he really is brainless, isn't he?"
Aurora gathers two fingers of Phantom's spit and Rain's slick and pushes it back into Phantom's eager mouth. He sucks her fingers clean without a moment's thought, whining and rutting into the bed.
"Dumb little slut, you're so pretty when you're messy," Aurora beams. "Don't you like being messy?"
Phantom nods and whimpers. He meant to say yes, yes I like being messy, I like when you and Rain make me a mess. It comes out unintelligible.
"Please," he manages. "Princess."
"Rain wasn't enough? You want my pussy too?" Aurora traces a finger along the curve of Phantom's horn.
Phantom nods, his tongue lolling, dripping. Aurora shoves his head between her legs and gasps at the immediate intensity of his attentions. Rain kisses the junction of her neck and shoulder from behind, tracing his strong fingers up the lines of her hip, stomach, ribs, chest.
When Aurora comes, Phantom's tears finally spill, mixing with the mess of his face.
Aurora and Rain pull Phantom up into their arms, kissing his hands and crooning at his relieved little wails. He's hot, sticky, and exhausted, but it's exactly what he needed.
"Do you want to come too, Bug?" Aurora asks kindly.
Phantom nods, all words gone.
"Do you want me or Rain to help?"
Phantom nods vigorously, squeezing both Aurora and Rain's hands.
Rain slips a hand into Phantom's pants, squeezing his little nub of a dick. Aurora, still not entirely recovered from her own peak, pushes Phantom's shirt up and aimlessly licks over the sensitive flesh of his chest. Phantom's been close enough for so long, though, that he hardly lasts a few seconds. He throws his head back against Rain's chest and sobs, his release coming in shaky bursts.
"So good for us," Rain murmurs.
Aurora lets out a blissful breath. "Yes, a toy fit for a princess…"