A/N: Warning: Sexual Content ahead

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Never have I asked someone to hold me. Never have I requested someone to rub themselves on me, and being the first one to initiate this contact was different and it made me question if I really was Lucian.

This feeling stored in my two bottom cheeks made me question my identity. It was the same feeling I got when I was questioning Snotty's existence and Wye Fye's birth.

My bum was itching to be touched. I wanted to rub it against a tree and smack it against a bystander's face.

But there was no bystander here so the only option I had was...

"Peaches touch my butt," I stated nonchalantly.

This would be much easier if I asked Caleb.

The man looked at me in bewilderment. "What?"

Did I have to force it on your hands? You were grasping it earlier like your life depended on it.

I stared at him intently.

"I said, touch my butt."

The confusion on the man's face worsened and I let out a sigh. This feeling I had can be described as wanting to eat a cucumber but was served with corn. It can also be explained as wanting someone to fondle with my throbbing bum but the person who was asked can only understand the language of hack and slash.

Perhaps he would only touch it if not asked. Did that give him some kind of sense of authority?

I stared blankly at Peaches and then lifted myself from the spring. The water cascaded from my body and I knelt, facing Peaches just at the edge of the cool pool of water. If he cannot assist me, then I just have to deal with this situation myself.

I must find a cure to end this heated phenomenon of a submissus along with these wings that grew out without my permission.

I cannot just force my bum on a random person when the heat strikes.

I put both of my hands over my bottom cheeks and began to massage it. I sharp gasp escaped my lips as I molded the soft globes tenderly.

I saw Peaches stand up and he circled me curiously. I even saw him walk over the water to completely observe my body.

"Your culo (butt) is extremely red..." He commented. "Why is that?" He questioned.

The attractive sound of his voice worsened this situation. At this very moment, I did not want to hear his tantalizing voice. It was as if his deep and rhythmic tone was directly manipulating my bum to throb even more with the urge to rub at anything it can rub on may it be on Snotty's face or Wye Fye's grave.

I shut my eyes to think of something to answer back and I stopped kneading my bum for a bit.

"My culo admires the color of peach..." I replied.

If I can only remove these lumps of fat from my behind the I wouldn't be in this predicament.

Samael materialized in front of me and then bent down. "Does it taste as sweet as a peach as well?" He asked me with interest.

His face was painted with sincere curiosity. I would rub my bum against his curious face for him to find out.

I licked my lips and slowly shook my head. "I do not know..." I murmured; my eyes were trained on Samael's ruby-colored eyes.

My culo throbbed even harder and I clenched my teeth. My body trembled immensely and the tip of my ling dripped with a white substance.

"If your culo tastes like peaches, can I eat it?" He asked me.

The reaper still had food in his mind.

I gave him a questioning look. "That would hurt if you did..." I stated, remembering what he did to the fork.

I would bleed to death if he nibbled on me with his ceramic teeth.

Although that would solve this heated feeling I would turn into a rotting creature of destruction.

"You may lick it instead," I permitted.

Peaches grabbed me by the arm and pushed me the other way. He placed his warm and colossal hands over my butt and began to stimulate it.

My ling emitted the same feeling as my butt and I bit my bottom lip when the reaper squeezed both of my cheeks hard to spread them apart.

My hole felt the cold breeze of being exposed. I felt a finger prod curiously against my wet fissure. I lowered my upper body and raised my lower half in the air as if letting Peaches handle my problem completely.

I felt his warm breath fanning against my left butt cheek and I gasped when a warm and slick thing swirled around my hole.

"You smell and taste sweet..." He commented upon taking a lick.

The reaper lapped my twitching and needy hole briskly and I subconsciously pushed back against his face.

He would squeeze my two round lobes every now and then before a rebellious yelp came out from my throat once I felt a long and thick finger slide inside my channel.

The burning feeling of the intrusion only made me want more. My fissure wanted something bigger and longer like it was begging for something to be reached and abused.

"Your culo is sucking my finger in. Does it want more?" He asked me.

I could only manage to nod my head. My inner thighs were wet as well as the ground I knelt upon.

Peaches inserted another finger and then curled them inside, hitting every sensitive surface around it. I curled my fingers on the soil beneath it, eroding the surface.

"Peach... Peaches...put something-put something bigger," I panted.

Put a stick. Put an eggplant. Put anything bigger than your fingers. I needed to extinguish this burning feeling before it consumes me. It will destroy what little wall I have.

"What will I put?" He questioned. "There are no sticks here..."

I swallowed the pool of my saliva and then looked across my abdomen. I found my ling pushing more of that white liquid.

A ling was bigger than a finger. Peaches' ling would do. Did he have a ling?

I turned my head to the side to look at him. He looked like a child who was seeing fire for the first time and did not know what to do with it as his fingers were shoved inside of me.

Actually, we were both children who didn't have a single clue about what we were doing.

What were we doing?

"Pu-pull down your pants," I managed to say without yelling at him

Peaches withdrew his fingers that were covered with my transparent substance and then pulled down his pants- exposing his already hard manhood.

I was salivating. It was so big and thick. I want it inside. I want it now. Give it to me.

Peaches fisted his long and fat ling and then looked at me with puzzlement.

I licked my lips as I saw his pinkish wood out.

"Put it in me," I murmured and swayed my hips at him.

The reaper placed his one hand against my butt and then the other one to put his ling in. It was hard and hot and big.

As he started with the tip of his ling, he let out a grunt. I bit my arm from the stinging pain yet his ling was sliding smoothly with the help of that liquid that my hole kept pushing out.

Peaches breathed heavily and was careful at first. I thought he was going to remain temperate but a loud cry rose from my throat when he rammed the rest of his ling inside of me.

Oh, carrots you bring me joy.

"What now?" He breathed shakily.

He was trembling behind me and his ling throbbed inside of me.

Without giving him an answer, his hips moved on their own but at a slow pace.

"I want to...I want to stroke my penisot using your tight culo," he whispered.

Carrots and cucumbers make me happy.

Peaches withdrew his ling until the tip was the only part left before ramming it back inside-piercing through without warning and consideration of my thoughts.

"Ah!" I cried out.

My hole was stretched to his meaty width and I was filled with his oppressive length. My own ling shot a long line of white substance and I clenched tightly around the reaper's manhood that forced a growl to erupt from him.

He grasped my hips tightly and firmly before he withdrew his ling carefully once my muscles relaxed.

He started to go in and out of me, slowly and tortuously. My body rocked back and forth from his pounding. His pace gradually increased and his breathing became laborious.

The way his hips slap against my bum and the way he slid slickly inside of my sensitive chute was enough to make me whine, grunt, and moan.

He was groaning and growling like a beastly animal mangling his submissive prey. He was a hungry predator but I was the prey who willingly offered his flesh for him to devour.

No decent words were exchanged between us. Mild grunts and whimpers were the only sounds that consumed our hearing.

I was heaving and so was the man behind me who discovered this pleasurable activity. He didn't stop thrusting. His sweat combined with mine as he abused my needy hole.

I twisted my head to the side and Peaches' scarlet and misty eyes stared down on me. My chest thumped harder and faster throughout this heated play. As I watched him from this difficult position, our opened mouths would occasionally touch each other. He opened his lips in an attempt to mold against mine but he purposely missed it as if to tease both him and me.

The reaper's plunging became forceful and hurried. He hit something inside of me that caused me to explode the second time. With me clenching around his shaft, I felt him become rigid as he shoved whatever was left from his length inside of me. His mouth widened in a silent scream and I watched his handsome face distort in ecstasy. Warm liquid pooled inside of me. Peaches' body fell heavily on top of my back which caused me to fall flat on the cold ground. Somehow, the throbbing feeling lessened but my heart was still beating fast.

When my mind was already cleared but with my bum still filled, I opened my mouth to initiate a conversation. "Peaches, you are perfection at its finest," I praised.

He let out a calm breath which ended the sexual tension between us. "And so are you," he replied with much more confidence.

He sounded different.

"But it would be nice if you would withdraw your ling," I deadpanned.

"It feels nice in here. Let me stay until we get back," he requested as if no werewolf and dragons were waiting for us.

"Do you have a death wish?" I asked him.

It took a while before I can finally make him pull out. He was still hard but I told him to stroke it with his hand. He did so with reluctance but he was able to release his pent-up pressure...at my face.

I stood up with wobbly legs and felt my hip ached.

I descended back into the spring and let my sensitive flesh relax. I heard the footsteps of my companion from behind me and looked up to see his naked form.

"Lucian..." he murmured and curled his fingers to form a hole. He then put his middle finger inside the hole and then thrust it back and forth. "When will we do this again?"

My jaw mildly dropped and my eyes widened in awe.

"Did it feel good?"

The reaper nodded and then immersed into the waters with me. He stood beside me and looked ahead while his hand was busy. Once he found my pinky finger, he grasped my entire hand and was content after that.

Peaches was the quietest among the four. He was the quietest but despite his killing tendencies; I believed that he was the most fragile one. "Peaches, can you sing?" I asked him.

"I cannot."

"What do you enjoy doing besides sacrificing souls to your father and praying?"

My companion did not respond. He just looked straight with a light blush on his face. "I do not want to say. It is shameful."

Shameful?

I walked to his front and he automatically pulled me against his robust body.

"Do not be embarrassed. Express what you want to express," I urged and raised our intertwined hands. "You do not have to be shy in front of me."

The reaper pursed his lips and refused to look at me. He let out a breath and then grabbed the courage to finally connect our eyes.

What came out of his mouth moved my unmovable being.

"Every person has a destiny;

And mine was already given by an entity;

My whole life I was used as a tool;

But for you, I'm willing to be a fool."

"I have been alone from the very start;

And you have hit me straight in the heart;

You lit a dangerous fire in me;

And I wish for it to fully consume me."

Hold me in your arms;

Bewitch me with your charms;

Hear my rhythm-less symphony;

And make me be a part of your destiny."

I listened to every word that Peaches had uttered that rhymed at every end. I did not know that he was capable of creating such words and I was...mesmerized.

"That was superb," I praised. "It is as beautiful as your voice and your whole being."

At those words, I made Peaches smile back at me. "I cannot sing but I can try...for you."

I nodded. "I was only suggesting it. You do whatever makes you happy," I told him. I will not force him for this was his happiness.

"But you make me happy," he retorted in an annoyed voice as if it wasn't the most obvious thing in the world.

I never thought I would hear this from a person who once declared his desire to take my life. I should be shocked and extremely flattered.

I chuckled at his words that made him push his awed face against mine in excitement- like pleasing me was his mission in life.

"How about you, what would you want from me? You will aim to sing for me, won't you? What can I do for you in return?" I asked.

Peaches lowered his head and gripped my hand tightly. His smile faded and he raised his head to show me his scarlet eyes that were filled with passion.

"Just...stay. Stay with me forever." He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it longingly. "Never leave me..."

I closed my eyes and took Peaches' much bigger body in my arms.

"Okay...I promise."

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