redamancy ❣︎ ghost fics & drabbles

mountain wants to break cirrus' streak

mountain x cirrus

smut

based off of my tumblr post where i said: bringing back the old "mountain cums fast" and combining it with "cirrus rarely cums" for a yummy night of pleasure and pain

Mountain might pass out.

He doesn't know what he was thinking.

It feels like it's been hours since he waltzed his way into Cirrus' bedroom, confident and gliding around with a swagger, and boldly announced that he was going to make the ghoulette cum so hard that her eyes would roll back into her skull. Now why exactly did he say all of that? And why did he think that he of all of his packmates would be the lucky one to do it? He's not too sure what got into him, but he was really set on being the one to break the pathetic and ongoing "he didn't make me cum" streak after a good hearty dinner and half a bottle of strong wine.

When Cirrus first mounted him he'd perhaps been a little too enthusiastic given his track record. He'd wrapped those big hands around her hips and practically had done all of the work himself in aiding her bounce. A nice push and pull that had her moaning beautifully, and he'd even managed to thrust upwards at just the right angle when she fell back down... That velvety heat and those tight walls had gotten the best of him though, and in only a few, much-too-short moments, he'd busted thickly inside of her heat. The ghoulette had only sighed as he shivered through his orgasm, stayed still as he twitched to sensitivity, then began to climb off.

Mountain had been both so right and so very wrong for not allowing her to leave so soon.

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Cirrus lies in Mountain's shadow, arms wrapped loosely around the back of his neck and ankles hooked across his lower back. She stares intently into the earth ghoul's face, tracing the line of his crooked brow and paying close attention to the quiver of his bottom lip as it gets pulled in a pretty pattern of getting caught between his teeth and falling open into a lax and desperate 'O'. Beads of sweat drip down from the ghoul's hairline and gather on the tip of his nose and chin, shaking and threatening to fall with the tremble in his core and every pathetic excuse for a thrust into Cirrus' cunt, which leaks with the ghoul's countless orgasms and still none of her own.

Mountain is in misery. He's beyond exhaustion and has been pushed willingly into the unrelentless realm of torture to pleasure his ghoulette. But he can't seem to get more than a few measly thrusts in without hurtling into another terrible orgasm, both dry and horrendously overstimulated.

She won't let him lie on his back, won't allow him to pull her into any other position except missionary, and Mountain is using every remaining ounce of his strength just to keep from falling and smushing her. He won't stop shaking, no matter how hard he tries to pull himself together. The tremble has settled down into his bones. And just to make everything worse he isn't even sure that he's still hard anymore... Every muscle in his vessel wants to collapse – to give up on him – and he's been watching the stars swim in his vision for a while, but he'd rather die a second death than give up on her like this.

Unfallen tears have latched themselves thickly onto his lashes and he's so hot that his skin feels like it's pulsing with infernal heat. He won't stop until she's spasming and crying out in euphoria, he's made that very clear from the start, but he doesn't know how much more he can take before his body physically gives out. His balls ache and his core muscles are sore from tensing, but he continues to thrust his hips forward, letting out noises trapped between gasps and groans when their skin slaps together and his cock gets wetter and wetter. Cirrus looks so beautiful underneath him, taking his impressive length like it was made for her and whispering sweet words into the auburn curtain of his hair that cascades around her face.

She's not giving up on him either, and Mountain suffers through the most unbearable pleasure he's ever experienced.