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In their retirement, Ifrit and Zephyr have found themselves assisting with the ministry’s livestock. It started with Zephyr falling in love with the Ministry’s brood of hens. Ifrit knew it was all over when Zephyr started calling them all by name. And at first, Ifrit only agreed to help with the cows and goats because he wanted to spend as much time with his mate as possible. Eventually though, he too found a fondness for the animals. So much so that he spent over a month practically living in the barn to hand feed a calf whose mother died giving birth. He slept on the straw and attended to the little calf night and day until he was sure it would make it. Even then checked on it every day until it was weaned and could go out to pasture with the other cows.
Now it means both of them rising even before even the earth ghouls to gather eggs and milk and feed the animals. Then in the evenings they help bring all the animals in from the pastures for the night. It’s hard work but they don’t mind; Zephyr loves the before dawn and evening quiet and Ifrit’s happy to skip out on the more monotonous chores around the ministry. It also leaves their afternoons free to laze about if it’s not the busy season.
As is their morning ritual, Zephyr floats into the bathroom while Ifrit gets in an extra five minutes before joining his mate in the shower. They head to the kitchen for some coffee and whatever Ifrit throws on the griddle that morning. Then they hike out to the pastures to take care of their charges' needs, alongside their fellow ghouls and siblings of sin.
As usual, Zephyr finishes checking on the chickens first, so they pull up a stool to watch Ifrit milk the cows. They don’t even bother to hide how they drool at the way Ifrit’s muscles are put on display. He’s as gentle as can be with the cows of course, but the angle he has to bend at to reach their udders flexes his biceps and shoulder muscles. The view of his ass isn’t bad either.
The morning isn't complete until the barn cat hops into Zephyr’s lap for cuddles as they wait on Ifrit to finish his section of the barn. It's slow but not tedious, especially when Ifrit entertains them both by chatting to the cows. They’ll even moo back as if responding. As Ifrit finishes leading the last cow out to the pasture, the sun has just begun to warm the horizon.
Together they set out the milk pails and egg baskets for a sibling to come pick up and bring to the kitchens. Then it’s making sure the goats are fed and seeing if anything else needs doing.
Ifrit rattles off his mental checklist of chores. “Okay, chickens and cows are done. We don’t have the goat milking shift today so…hey you doing okay?”
Zephyr nods even as they wince and rub their knees. “Yeah, just having a flare up day I guess. I left my cane in the room. I was doing fine when we got up.”
“Let's sit for a bit then. We don’t have to head back right away.” Ifrit plops down in a pile of hay and supports Zephyr as they squat to join him. As Ifrit pulls them into his lap, Zephyr sighs in appreciation.
Ifrit immediately channels his fire to warm his hands up and begins rubbing Zephyr’s knees and hips. That earns him a pleased churr from his mate, Zephyr melting into him. Even through their clothes the heat is wonderful but Ifrit knows how to make it even better. He nuzzles the crest of feathers between their horns even as he fiddles with the button of their jeans.
“Wanna take these off so I can make you feel better?”
Zephyr chuckles and rolls their eyes. “You just want to see me naked.”
Ifrit gasps in mock offense, hand to his chest. “Who do you take me for? I just want to help my pretty Birdie in need.”
“And?”
“...and see your tits.” Ifrit admits.
“Haha fine.”
Ifrit helps his air ghoul shimmy out of their jeans and then their shirt for good measure. And Zephyr has to admit the feeling of their mate’s warm hands roving over their sore joints as gently as anything feels as close to divine a ghoul could ever get. The occasional sneaky squeeze of their chest isn’t bad either. Zephyr just lays their head on Ifrit’s shoulder as he works. They’re considering the merits of falling asleep right there and making Ifrit carry them back when something pokes them in the ass.
“Hmm? Oh.” Zephyr throws a mock judgemental look at Ifrit who just grins and shrugs.
“Can’t help it Birdie. You’re just too pretty.” He indulges himself, bringing both hands up to tease at Zephyr’s nipples.
“Right now though? There's cow shit not ten feet away.”
“Well I’ll make sure we don’t roll into it by accident.”
“And what would we be doing that risks us rolling into it, my dear?”
“Oh you know. Just employing a natural painkiller.”
“Uh huh.” Zephyr snorts.
“Plus if we wait for a bit, we can ride the tractor back rather than walking.”
Zephyr pretends to consider; Ifrit does have a point. “You’re getting a bath set up for us when we get back. And giving me a massage.”
“I’ll even break out your favorite bath salts and the rose lotion.”
“Okay fineee.” Zephyr exaggerates their acquiescence but their fond smile gives them away.
Still in the milking stall, the walls block them from view if anyone were to come into the barn this early. The milk pickup also isn’t due for another fourty-five minutes so they have plenty of time before their ride arrives. Ifrit helps Zephyr turn around so they’re chest to chest and the fire ghoul tugs at his mate’s boxers.
“Come up here. Let me get you all wet for me.” Ifrit flops back against the hay while Zephyr settles over his face. “Go ahead and smother me.”
Zephyr rolls their eyes fondly, settling down to do just that. They have to admit that this is one of Ifrit’s better ideas when he starts to suckle at their clit. At least their fire ghoul thought this location through a bit more than the time they fucked in the confessional during mass. Terzo thought it was hilarious but Sister was not pleased. This is at least more private; the only creature they risk offending is the barn cat.
Once they’ve gotten all nice and slick for him, Ifrit begins to direct his attention towards Zephyr’s cunt, encouraging them to grind against his nose. He guides them, supporting their hips with his hands to prevent putting too much pressure on their knees. And when Ifrit’s tongue slips into them, Zephyr finds they don't much care about the odd setting.
Ifrit churrs against them when they start to get more vocal, a sure sign they’re close, and brings his mouth back to their clit. It’s times like this that Zephyr loves that Ifrit’s tongue is forked. With wonderful pressure and sensation literally on all sides of their clit, they cum quickly, tugging at Ifrit’s hair as they ride his tongue through it.
“Hahh…” They scoot back as overwhelm starts to hit them.
Ifrit licks his lips and slick chin with relish. “Mmm, you taste so good. Feeling any better, Birdie?”
Zephyr smiles like a cat. “Maybe one more might help.”
“Haha can’t hurt.” Ifrit rolls them over, chuckling when Zephyr squawks in surprise. “Don’t want to hurt your joints by making you ride.”
Zephyr smooths down their ruffled feathers and parts their legs as Ifrit unzips his own jeans and pulls himself out of his boxers. He gets Zephyr’s ankles around his waist, fortunately a range of motion that doesn’t stress their knees.
“Ready Baby?”
“Uh huh.”
“Want you to get real loud for me. Want everyone back at the ministry to know what we’re up to.”
“Fritter you know I’m not-hhh oh fuck!”
Ifrit cackles as he shoves in without warning. Zephyr’s annoyed look lasts all of two seconds as sensation overwhelms them. Even with as slick as they’ve gotten, Ifrit’s still a lot to take but the slight stretch is delightful. A bit of a sting they have agency over that also fortunately fades into nothing but sweet pleasure.
“Shit like that!” For someone usually quiet, Zephyr gets loud now. Hard not to with the driving rhythm Ifrit sets. It also helps that they feel okay being vocal, no neighbors to annoy, nor voyeurs to judge. Ifrit just eats it up.
“That’s it, let everyone know how good I’m making you feel.” For all his suave teasing, Ifrit’s voice has gotten husky too. Zephyr strategically clenches down and it's their turn to preen as Ifrit groans.
“Yeah, you like that Iffy?” Zephyr teases.
Ifrit just adjusts his angle so now he’s hitting their sweet spot with laser precision and Zephyr can’t find the breath to do more than moan as their eyes roll back.
“That’s what I thought, Birdie.”
It’s not long before Ifrit’s rhythm becomes erratic. He clenches his teeth, trying to hold off for as long as he can. He quickly gets a hand between Zephyr’s legs, thumbing over their clit with even less mercy than the pounding of his hips. Finally he can’t stop it anymore, sliding in one last time to fill them up. Fortunately Zephyr is right behind him.
They manage to get the last word in with a murmured, “Mmm, that’s my good boy.” that has Ifrit whining and humping his way through his orgasm until they’re both exhausted but satisfied.
Eventually Ifrit sets Zephyr’s legs down and rolls to the side to cuddle them. Zephyr scratches his head for the little churrs it earns them.
“Think we should get dressed now?”
“Nah, we’ve still got time.” Ifrit lets a hand slip down to pet at the downy feathers between their legs. “Let me eat you out again?”
And well, Zephyr certainly isn’t going to complain.