Ghost One Shots

Riding Off Into The Sunset

By faerieincombatboots.tumblr.com

Band Member: Omega
Warnings: Smut

He finds me in one of the corridors, my head buried in a book about the Black Death. Well, that's not entirely true. He didn't find me, I walked into him.

Absorbed in my book, Omega is the last thing on my mind when I collide into something solid and warm. I look up to see a sleek demon mask and an incredible pair of blue eyes.

"I was hoping I'd bump into you," he says, humor in his voice.

He was looking for me? Me? A favorite with all The Sisters of Sin, Omega never lacked for companionship. He was the only Ghoul I hadn't had a chance to be alone with yet. I'm curious, and a little excited. What could he want?

"Me? But why?" I squeak, clasping my book to my breasts like a shy schoolgirl.

"I heard that you said that you would like to...'ride me into the sunset'," he says, his eyes twinkling. I know he's grinning under that mask.

"Now what could that possibly mean?"

Oh my giddy aunt. I recall a conversation last week, one I had with the other Sisters of Sin. We were passing around a joint, giggling over the many charms of Papa and the Nameless Ghouls when I had said "I'd like to ride Omega into the sunset," Everyone had laughed and agreed, but I could not imagine my words would ever reach Omega himself. I wonder who told him. I wonder what he's going to say to me.

"It's an expression," I say rather weakly.

"It means that...that..."

By now he has got me backed against the wall, both hands against the stone by the sides of my head, his silver rings glinting in the light of a nearby sconce. He's got me pinned, but I'm not scared, just nervous. And turned on, almost painfully so.

"I'm going to assume you mean riding of a carnal nature," He purrs, pressing against me. I can feel a hard bulge pressing against my belly. And his eyes drill into me, taking in the shape of my mouth, the dark curls escaping my habit and my body practically shaking with desire. My knees buckle a little bit, and I nod my head.

"I just don't understand the Sunset part," he continues, pushing my book away from me gently,  so he can cup one of my breasts in his large hand. I'm no stranger to the attentions of lustful Ghouls, but this is almost too much. I can't help but whimper, too flustered and aroused to answer.

"Perhaps you could show me what you mean?" He suggests, kneading by breast slowly, and teasingly.

"Yes," I say finally.

"I can do that,"

I want to kiss him now. I want to push his mask aside and just kiss him. The other Ghouls move their masks to kiss me. Sometimes, they take them off altogether when we're completely alone. But I can't imagine Omega doing that.

"Come with me," he says bluntly.

He takes my hand and we start to walk. I do not need to ask where he is taking me. We pass a gaggle of Sisters who stop chattering when they see Omega pulling me along. He has nothing for them today. Not a wink, not a nod, nothing. He is a Ghoul on a mission.

"It looks like she's gonna get her ride," someone says, setting off a ripple of giggles. Someone else shouts "Ride 'em Cowgirl!" and I have to stifle a giggle. Omega ignores them, and keeps me moving.

The whole time, my heart pounds. My entire body is alive with excitement and desire. I've wanted him since I first arrived here, since I first laid eyes on him at my Initiation Ceremony. He had stood by the altar with the Other Ghouls, watching while Papa Emeritus made love to me on the cold marble. After that, Papa and the other Ghouls often sought my company, but Omega remained distant, and all the more desirable.