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Not many people willingly visit a graveyard as a place of respite. Mary is often the sole occupant of the Clergy’s cemetery who is among the living, and he likes it that way.
Usually.
As dead inside as he looks and feels, he still currently possesses a beating heart and warm blood which rushes through his veins. His self-professed cold, dead heart only beats for one person, and he’s leaning impatiently against a tree, waiting for her to meet him in the dark cemetery.
Not many people can sneak up on Mary, but Arabella can, and she does.
Mary nearly leaps out of his skin at the light tap to his arm.
“Boo.”
"Fuck!" He staggers a little, but regains his cool quickly, heart pounding fast, not entirely out of fear. A different sensation entirely slithers through him and settles somewhere in his lower regions.
"Yes, that's why we're here, baby," Arabella says. "I don't typically bone in a boneyard but you suggested it, so why not."
“Have a little respect for the dead, okay? They can hear you and will haunt your cute ass.” He gives said cute ass a lustful squeeze. Arabella brushes his hand dismissively away. If it had been anyone but her, he would have assumed she’s blushing in the dark as she ducks her head to the side.
“Mm, maybe, maybe not.” She sidles up to him and for the first time he notices a bulge in her pants.
“Looks like someone has plans," he says with a smirk, unable to resist checking her out. He licks his lips, wondering what she has in store for him this evening.
"Maybe, maybe not," she repeats. There's a mischievous glint in her eyes as she says this. "Are you going to be a good boy and find out?"
Mary's never been one to turn down a chance for attention from a pretty girl. Eagerly, he drops to his knees and unzips her pants. Her strap-on hangs down to her thigh, and it's intimidatingly huge, even for him, but he's never been one to back down from a challenge. He likes it when she pushes him to his limits, breaking him down and building him back up again.
"Fuck," he hisses softly this time. Mary caresses the cock in admiration, his hand finding the swell of a fully-formed knot close to the base. He can’t see shit in the dark, but he can feel his way around well enough, and what he feels is impressive. While he’s been with ghouls before, the strap she wields is bigger than quite a few ghouls he’s fucked. His cock is already stirring in interest in his tight pants. Too tight.
Arabella notices he’s fiddling with the zipper to his jeans and she yanks his chin up to look her in the eye. “I didn’t say that you could do that, now did I, hmm?” Mary tries to twist out of her grasp but an evil glare keeps him from acting out. “Did I?” she says flatly.
Mary pouts and shakes his head. “No.” A grin spreads across his face, “and what does Miss Bella want?”
She affectionately strokes through his hair, lightly tugging at the roots. “What I want…” she contemplates, “is a certain someone to stop talking so much. Free up that mouth of yours, alright?” Arabella coaxes his mouth open with the pointed tip of her cock, which he accepts gladly, and begins to suckle. “Aw, good boy, you already know what I need.”
Mary takes more of her cock into his mouth without being asked. His eyes close in pleasure as she entangles her fingers through his hair, guiding him, using him for her own gain. He swallows more of her, his throat bulging from the effort. Unlike others, he's unbothered by the persistent nudge at the back of his throat, reveling in the way she's cut off his air. Mary is at her mercy now, and that's the way he likes it.
Arabella wipes a tear from the corner of his eye. "You're so good at this, taking it without complaint. I bet that you like it, don't you, baby?"
Mary nods and pulls back, only to sink his head down again, reaching the top of the knot. He's never been able to take it before and Arabella has never forced it. While he's eager, he admits the flesh is weak in this scenario. Mary is content to worship what's presented in front of him, becoming a bit cock drunk as she thrusts into his mouth. The silicone is no replacement for the real thing; however, with the way she wields it so naturally as a part of her body, it doesn't matter.
She doesn't have to guide him anymore; he's a ripple of motion, barely choking once the roll of her hips joins the fray. He paws at her thighs for purchase, stabilizing himself against her increasingly brutal thrusts. Mary's accustomed to being used for another person's pleasure, and Arabella is no exception. Streaky tears roll down his cheeks as he drifts into submission. His stage makeup that he wears like battle paint is no doubt smudged everywhere.
That submission is interrupted when Arabella pries him, whining, off her cock. She gives him a sympathetic look, "didn’t you want something else from me, hun? You won’t get it with my cock in your mouth all day."
Mary admits with a soft, pitiful whine that he does want something else. He nuzzles her bare thigh anyway, desperate for her in any proximity. "Need you," he murmurs.
"What was that? Speak up."
"I need your cock." He's not going to argue or play around this time.
“Desperate little slut, aren’t you?” Arabella cups the side of his jaw.
“Mm,” he responds, giving her an adoring look. “Maybe I am. So what?”
“Then a needy thing will do whatever I want, yes?” She appraises him in a way that makes him shiver, piercing his soul.
How can he say no to that request?
“Yes, baby,” he says in a soft voice, much more vulnerable than he intends.
“You’ll be my sweet boy and take whatever I give you?”
Mary can’t help but whimper. “Bella, don’t tease.”
She laughs, and to his ears she sounds slightly evil. He’s so completely hard and on edge, that a single touch can make him come undone with little effort on her part. Arabella ruffles through his thick hair, gently tugging at the roots. “Let’s see how good you can be for me, alright?”
“How do you want me, babe?” Mary says with a rasp to his question.
Arabella doesn’t hesitate to find exactly where she wants him; she pulls him along through the graveyard and firmly makes him sit down on top of a grave ledger. “I didn’t know you would be into this,” Mary says, gesturing vaguely to the cemetery grounds. “Disrupting souls at rest doesn’t seem like your idea of fun.”
“Says the necromancer. You frequently disturb souls.” She bends down and unzips his jeans, peeling him out of them. "I have no idea how you can fit in these, lanky ass." Arabella pinches his thigh and Mary makes a grunt of disapproval.
"Same way you can fit in my pocket, doll. We can easily fit into small spaces," he explains with a smirk.
“I suppose you’re not wrong,” Arabella laughs. Her eyes glint dangerously, and without warning, she takes his cock in hand. “On your back.”
Her command is firm enough for Mary’s ears to perk up, and he obeys, just this once. Mary knows when to act out and fight, and when it’s best to show his belly. He will get what he desires a lot faster if he's good, he has learned from past encounters…not that he always submits.
Arabella pulls out a bottle of lube resting in the grass next to a gravestone.
Mary can't help but grin. "You're always prepared, eh?"
"I have to keep up with you somehow."
“You know that I’m always ready for a romp—“ his sentence is cut off by an indulgent moan as Arabella sinks two fingers past his hole. “Fuck, Bella,” he groans. Wordlessly, she works her dark magic with her fingers, and he begins to aggressively squirm, bucking into her hand and then jolting back, overwhelmed by the white-lightning heat as she knowingly abuses his prostate.
Arabella teases him some more until he’s whimpering pathetically, noises he did not know he was capable of making. He’s a loud bitch, he’ll admit it, but only Arabella has managed to wring these sounds of desperation from his throat. "Aren't you pitiful, whining for me," she says. Her dark brown eyes are soft with mock concern.
Mary almost says something else, somewhere between a curse and a plea, but she chokes it off with a firm stroke to his cock, already twitching on his stomach. There's a sheen of sweat on his skin, quickly cooling in the chill autumn air, yet nothing can temper the heat that's been conjured by the witch who controls his pleasure. Her fingers work into him faster, finding the spots that make him go fuzzy at the corners of his vision.
“You’re so cute, wrecked already,” Arabella muses, and he allows her to torment him some more, completely at her mercy. He doesn’t mind, not in the slightest, giving an answering, needy whine.
"Have you been wearing the plug I told you to wear?"
Mary nods vigorously, "yes, all day, until now."
She smirks, "you've been an obedient slut for me so far. I suppose you do deserve a treat." Arabella slips her fingers out of him, retrieving the bottle of lube again. Slicking her cock to a glisten in her fist, she looms over Mary, whose eyes must have been blown wide in arousal. Stepping closer, she cages him in with her boots, and leans down to touch the tip of her cock to his lips.
“Have a taste.”
Not even needing to ask twice, Mary’s tongue flickers over the tip and gives it a kiss. Arabella hums her approval, crouching down between his long legs. "Ready, baby?" she says in a small voice, much gentler than her normal self.
Mary pulls her down to kiss her forehead. "Hell yeah," he says with a laugh.
He's not laughing soon, replaced with a moan as the familiar burn of the tip pops past his rim. His cock twitches hard in interest on his stomach. The shaft of the strap pushes deep, and he feels the bulge of a knot bump against his entrance. Arabella won’t make him take it now; he knows she likes to torment him, but he will have to take it eventually. He writhes in contentment, arching into her slow yet powerful thrusts as she digs her fingers into the meat of his thighs.
Arabella barely breaks a sweat; she can keep going on for ages, never succumbing to the little death that is swiftly building within him. She's ruthless and mean with her thrusts, nearly crunching Mary into a little ball to fuck him deeper. The burn in his core is just as satisfying as the stretch of her cock spreading him open. His loud whines of appreciation do not go unheard. "You have something to say?"
"I need m-more," he manages. Mary shifts his legs upwards, attempting to draw her in, but she's not falling for his neediness. She never does; his desperation is for naught.
"Give me a reason I should," she says. She gazes down at him with a determined look in her eye. Arabella’s calculating her next move, hell, she’s way ahead of him, and they both know that. Mary simply whimpers and gives her a pleading look, bordering on pathetic. She laughs, which is promising, until he realizes she’s mocking him. “Baby, you think that you can just bat those pretty green eyes and get what you want?”
“T-that’s the plan,” he says, shouting when she slams her hips forward, nailing the exact spot that could end their fun early. If she’s nice, he thinks with some trepidation.
In fine Arabella fashion, she is not nice.
The knot pushes at his entrance, reminding him that it’s there, and it’s all going to fit inside of him with no protest. They both know he can take it; any whining or complaints on his end are merely for show.
“I can take it, babe.”
"Are you sure you're not just lying to me to get cock?"
Mary garbles out a laugh, "come on, babe, you know me better than that."
"Okay," she says simply, and with a firm shove, she knots him fully on her strap.
The animalistic sound he makes rivals the graveyard foxes when they're in season.
"S-shit, Bella" he whimpers. His legs are damn near his head; he can’t squirm away from her, even if he wanted to escape the pleasurable torment of her touch.The knot doesn't stop her from thrusting; she's now able to grind mercilessly against his prostate. Her stance shifts to sink as far as the strap allows, and she locks eyes with him when he lets out a long, staggered groan.
“You seem close,” she says, giving him a knowing look.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Mary says shakily. Arabella withdraws, sliding torturously out until the knot pops halfway out of him. The loss of fullness promises a lack of release, enough to make him beg for her to keep going. “No, no, Bella, don’t stop,” he says. The frantic tone in his voice draws her attention.
“Oh? Why’s that?”
“Y-you feel so fucking good.”
"Such a needy slut. You fit perfectly around my cock."
He's said similar things to her in the throes of passion, and it never fails to send him reeling when she throws it back in his face. She slams into him, riding his ass with percussive vigor. Legs burning as Arabella hikes them to his ears, Mary moans at the pleasurable ache. “H-how do I look on your cock, baby?” Mary pleads, desperate for her approval. She makes him want to be good, something he has never experienced with anyone else. He'll do anything to receive her attention and praise, and he knows Arabella is fully aware of the fact.
“So fucking gorgeous,” Arabella says. “You’re the prettiest little slut I know.”
His heart flutters and he whines in pleasure as she takes him, driving him back into the stone ledger with every ruthless thrust. Arabella gives a devilish grin and takes his cock in hand, stroking him and extending the ache further. "Bella, please…" His words trail off and eyes roll back when she finds a particularly sweet spot. Mary's legs tense up and twitch while he rocks forward to meet her onslaught. “Let me come.”
“And what will that do for me? I won’t get to come. This is all about reciprocation if you recall.”
“Hhh,” he pants, “I’ll do anything, please, darling.” He’s so close to tipping over the edge, and she knows this all too well, applying just enough pressure with her cock to keep him in limbo. Mary’s near tears; his watery promises are all he has left to appeal to her mercy, if it still remains.
“Anything?” She’s making a decision in her head, and if he says the right things, she will fuck him so hard that he paints the ledger and himself with his cum.
“Yes, anything.”
“Do tell.”
Mustering his remaining coherent thought, he says, “ride my face. I’ll make you gush until you fucking drown me, babe.”
“Tempting. I’ll take you up on the offer.”
Mary almost sobs in relief when she speeds up her rutting, burying every inch of her cock into him. He’s been close for awhile, and now he’s thrashing underneath her, grinding desperately for purchase to get that knot to rock just right into his swollen spot. Arabella grabs his cock and pumps roughly while her thighs and pelvis collide with his ass, pounding him with focus he’s always admired. With a guttural, bone-deep grunt, he comes, spilling over his stomach and dripping down his ribs to splash on the ledger as he expected might happen.
Arabella graciously gives him time to gather his jumbled thoughts.
"All good?"
Mary takes a moment to answer, exhaling through his nose slowly. He's acutely aware of the coolness of the ledger against his skin and the sticky warmth of his cum smeared on his belly, which rises and falls as he comes back to himself. Arabella gently strokes over his ribs, her fingertips tracing soothing patterns on his skin.
"I won't be sitting for a week, but fuck, babe, that was the best nut I've had in awhile."
"Naturally," she says, taking the compliment without shyness. "I hope you can walk, because I will not be carrying you out of the graveyard." She pulls out of his ass, the knot stretching his sensitive hole, and then sliding out, leaving him gaping and empty.
"You didn't have intentions of staying here all night?" Mary pouts.
"Well…" Arabella walks over to the tree where Mary had been standing earlier and grabs a backpack. "I did bring some blankets for a few more rounds?"
Mary laughs loudly, which turns into a wicked cackle. "Like I said, you're always prepared. Never change.”
She continues to trace circles over his skin and then stops, “then you know what I’m going to ask, yes, pup?”
He licks his lips, anticipating her next command. Mary can usually guess what she likes best, but he wishes to please her the best he can manage. “I think so.”
“You think so?” she asks in amusement.
“My face is calling your name, sweetheart.” He sticks out his tongue and wriggles it in a lewd gesture, earning a groan from Bella.
“Might as well make yourself useful while you’re boneless,” she jokes. She grabs the blanket and spreads it over the ledger, assembling a misshapen pillow from the extra blankets. “Scoot.”
Mary wiggles his way onto the blanket, grateful for some cushioning under his head.
“Now, where were we?”
“You were going to smother my face-“
She silences him by squatting just where he gave the invitation. "Hmm? You're quiet, love,” she says sweetly.
“Mmf,” he responds, taking the hint. Her weight is firm and balanced on top of him while he explores her deeply with his tongue. He finds her clit, pronounced and plump at this point, and gently traces over it, contentedly lapping away. Arabella tightens her thighs around his head and grinds her clit right into his mouth. She’s been wet for ages at this point; the taste of salt floods his mouth, sending him into a frenzy. Tongue flicking faster over her sensitive clit, he’s pleased to hear her squeal and thrash on top of him. Arabella rides his face vigorously, and Mary closes his eyes in bliss at being used. He's a switch at heart but won't hesitate to let someone else take the reins, especially if that someone is Bella.
Mary keeps her from toppling when he suckles her clit, hard. "Easy, baby, I've got you. He can’t see her expression when she comes from his point of view, but the way she’s gone into animalistic growls and loud keening is indication enough that he’s done his job thoroughly. Mary’s face and the ledger is saturated when she gushes her release and grinds out the last sparks of bliss from her peak.
Bella stills on his face for a moment, panting hard, and shakily, she dismounts next to him, spent for the time being. “I didn’t drown you, but I have other plans for you currently.”
“Oh? Very considerate of you, princess.”
"I pleased you, now it's your turn," she says. "Take your time to catch your breath, but remember that I deserve your cock after making you feel fucking amazing."
A whoosh of breath leaves Mary. Damn, she's got a point. "Okay, I get it, give me a minute."
Mary collects his wits and sits up, tilting his head and grinning menacingly at Arabella, who doesn’t expect the sudden shift in demeanor. He grabs her by the waist, to his squeaking girlfriend’s dismay, and plops her down on her belly, his for the taking.
Nudging open her legs with his thigh, he spreads her, pushing in agonizingly slow at first while Arabella growls and moans beneath him. She’s slick and hot around his pulsing cock, but her defiant attitude is what drives him to ruthlessly mount her. Her face is pressed into the ledger as he takes what's rightfully his, growling possessive words into her ear all the while. "You think that you can just make me beg like that, and get away with it?"
Arabella gurgles out a response and Mary has to lean in close to hear her. "What was that?"
She laughs at him, "yeah? I can get away with it." Turning her head to look at him as best she can, Mary sees the mischief sparkling in her eyes.
"Are you sure you want to stick with that answer?" Mary scruffs her hair and forces her to meet his eye. She doesn't take him seriously, it is evident.
"Yup, whatcha gonna do about it, babe?" she asks as if she isn't bent underneath his wiry frame.
"If that's your final answer…" Mary grips her sides, thrusting in deep and hard, his hips meeting her ass when he sinks to the hilt. He takes revenge for the teasing she put him through earlier, albeit enjoyable.
"Fuck!" Arabella says, arching her back into his thrusts.
"Yeah, that's the point, babe," he says, referencing her earlier remark. Watching his cock vanish completely inside of Arabella makes his pace stutter as he loses himself in the view. He does not realize he's vocalizing his thoughts aloud. "Damn, you look great bouncing on my cock." Mary holds her steady while she hisses streams of curses, not necessarily directed towards him in particular.
“Harder, Mare,” she demands.
“I don’t think, fuck, you have much say here,” Mary grunts. He pins a hand between her shoulder blades when she writhes to tease him into action. “Be a good girl, and stay put,” he growls.
Arabella says the words which set him off.
"Make me.”
"Exactly what I thought you'd say. Your mistake." His rutting tempo increases, his strokes going long and deep, and judging by the way she clenches down on him, she’s enjoying the punishing pace. Until he looks down at her whimpering form; Mary notices her hand working furiously between her legs while he pounds her ass, and he growls. "I didn't say you could touch yourself," he pants harshly. Her pleasure is to be solely controlled by him, just as she had done the same while reaming him with her cock earlier in the evening.
"Then stop me," she says in a smug manner.
“You’ve got some fucking attitude.”
Bella squeals when he uses his full weight to slam her down to the ledger, showing he's serious about keeping her pinned. Frustratedly, she writhes underneath him, realizing she can't slither a hand to her clit. "Can't touch yourself now, can you?" Mary returns the smugness.
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t,” he says, laying flat on top of her back and nipping at her neck, his hips rolling at a delirious pace. “You love me so much, my Bella.” He savors the closeness, how they press together and crave each others’ touch, even when she’s being difficult. Arabella arches her back towards his hips, clenching around him in waves the faster he rocks against her ass with ecstatic abandon. Nuzzling into her shoulder and breaking out of his ruthless character, he whispers into her ear, “you close?”
She whimpers back, stilling underneath him, “y-yes, I need to come.”
“I’ll make you come apart,” he says, sinking his teeth into her shoulder, enjoying the hitch of her breath. “I’ll take what’s mine.” Several focused shoves of his hips later and something inside them both comes unwound. He presses as deep as he can go and then stills on top of her, flooding her with heat. Arabella trembles tightly around him; they pulse together in unity until she finally gives, slumping exhausted on the ledger.
“Mmph, get off me, you’re heavy,” she says.
Mary acquiesces, grabbing her in his arms and rolling over; with some adjustment, she’s straddled on top. Bella grumbles sleepily in his arms at being moved.
She may sound exasperated but her eyes tell the full truth. Fondly gazing down at him, she presses a kiss to his lips. "I love warming your cock like this," she says, lazily tracing her tongue over the seam of Mary's mouth, teasing for access. He accepts her need to claim him, going along with her whims. Besides, they both know that he likes having a warm, eager body on top of him, despite his song lyrics saying otherwise.
“Of course you do, you’re a feisty ghuleh who knows what she wants and takes it.” He cups her jaw in his hand and murmurs into her mouth, “good thing I’m into that shit.”
Bella sets her teeth into his lower lip and nibbles the tender flesh. “Don’t forget, pup, you’re mine forever.”
Mary’s not complaining, not one bit.