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elgar’nan x rook fic wip that I’ll probably never finish 🙃

no real warnings in this part but mind control. set in act 3.

“You are not my god,” she spat.

His head tilted to the side as he regarded her and she felt his mind brush against hers, that heavy and intoxicating feeling she had experienced when rescuing the Dalish in Arlathan.

“Mmm.” The sound was mocking and Rook tried to move toward him but the blight held her fast. “You’ve flown all this way to see me, Rook. To try and fight. Yet you are nothing but a trapped little bird now. I wonder if you will sing for me.”

The words tried to wrap around her, Rook could feel the insistent way his mind pressed against hers. But she mentally swatted it away. She had survived his temptations in Arlathan, she could do so again. “Let me go and face me without your trickery! Fight me with some semblance of honour!”

“Honour.” His words were growled out, the first real semblance of anger Rook had witnessed. “You speak of honour yet you defy your god.”

You will kneel before me.

The voice was in her head and she watched the corner of his mouth quirk into a horrible smile as she flinched at the mental blow. She refused to back down, to look away from his burning stare. But the crushing weight of his will was against hers, breaking and snapping through every sinew in her body until she was kneeling on the ground. Whatever attempt at control before had clearly been no effort on his part. Rook tried to stand, to push up through the sheer force of Elgar’nan’s mind but it made everything within her scream in pain. The sound of his laughter echoed around her. “Da’len, your defiance is admirable—a weak pet is so dull—but this is beginning to bore me.”

She could feel the tears running down her cheeks as she tried to resist. His voice was everywhere, it surrounded her and echoed within her mind. A low, gentle sound that lulled her even further away from reality. It told her to relax, that the fight was already over—she needed to rest. And that he, her god, was here. He would protect her, keep her safe.

But only if she worshipped him. Loved him.

Rook sluggishly shook her head, trying to think of her companions, of the people she was fighting for. But she couldn’t even remember their names let alone envision their faces. Who had she kissed this morning? She couldn’t recall.

It didn’t matter anyway.

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Nikolay Bobrovsky

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I've never said a bad thing about ryan murphy my best friend ryan murphy

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forget // otto hightower // f!reader, 700 words, filth, piv, mild breeding, established marriage, MDNI 18+

You can tell by his posture just how tense he is – the way his hair is disheveled, no doubt by his frustrated fingers repeatedly pushing it back, his shoulders drawn up to his ears, the deep furrow of his brow. He stalks over to the table, reaching for the carafe of wine to pour himself a generous glass. For a moment he stares into the deep red liquid, then he downs it so fast that a drop rolls down his chin.

"The council meeting did not go well, I take it?" you ask, standing in front of him and wiping at the red stain in his beard.

"Fools," he says. "Each and every one of them."

You reach for his doublet, hand pressed flatly to his chest and his much larger one comes to rest on top of yours. His gaze soften when he takes you in, the very image of the Mother, a wife any man could only dream of with the wits to match his, the understanding behind your eyes so genuine that it is the only comfort that never feels hollow. Without you he surely would have lost his mind already.

"Hm, perhaps it is best not to dwell on it," you suggest, opening the buttons. "The hour is late and I have missed you, husband."

Before you can fully undress him his arm snakes around your waist and he roughly pulls you close, pressing you so tightly to his chest that the wind is squeezed from your lungs. You gasp and his mouth urgently covers yours, an insistent kiss in which he unloads all of his stowed up frustration.

"Have you, my girl?" He mouths at your neck, beard and teeth scraping over your skin in an intoxicating combination of pleasure and pain. "Perhaps you can help me forget, then."

He hoists you up onto the table, the remaining glasses clinking in their effort not to fall, and then he is already hiking up your skirts, fingers hot as they grope at your thighs. Otto Hightower is a man who does not hesitate to take what he wants and before you manage to properly undress him his fingers already push inside of you. You gasp and he swallows the sound with his mouth, eagerly kissing you as he lures even more sweet whimpers from between your lips.

"So eager," he chides, removing his fingers from your cunt to push firmer against you, placing himself between your legs that you promptly wrap around his waist. "Have you been waiting for this as well, sweet girl?"

You nod and his fingers tangle in your pinned-up hair, pulling until your whole neck is revealed to him. You are not sure when exactly he frees himself from his constraints but when you suddenly feel his cock pressing against your entrance you give a surprised squeal. Otto chuckles against the soft skin that covers your jugular, his tongue leaving a trail up to your chin as he kisses and sucks at his leisure.

"Perhaps I must instruct the council members to vex you even more, my husband, if it entices you to have me every night," you whisper.

His reply is a firm thrust that makes you cling to his shoulders, the whole table shaking underneath you. You sigh at the welcome stretch, at the feeling of finally being filled by the man who fills your thoughts day and night.

"Oh my love, they are very capable of doing so without your instructions. And besides," he says between strained breaths, "no one vexes quite me like you do."

You smile and he sets a steady but rough pace, his pants and soft moans tickling your ears with every quake of the table underneath you. It is always special when you get to have him like this, unrestrained, pent-up, willing to use you without clinging to his distinct sense of propriety. When you clench around him a moment later he spills inside of you, pushing the evidence deeper into your cunt with a few more sloppy thrusts.

"A bath, my darling?" he eventually asks, reluctantly removing himself, sweat clinging to his brow and breathing still laboured.

You feel his seed dripping onto the wooden tabletop and nod. "A bath sounds delightful, my love."

short fic collection

[honeyynymphh]

I have a lot of old Ghost wips and quite a few are near completion or at least 70% finished (that’s what the last two I’ve posted have been). I have two more that are close but I’m not sure which one to focus on so I thought I’d do a poll and ask :)

No need to reblog really but votes and replies are interesting to know!

working titles

The Art of Pleasure

Reader is a maid who finds her new schedule means cleaning Cardinal Copia’s office and personal chambers. She strikes up an odd friendship with the Cardinal, despite his less than hospitable mannerisms. However, he seems intent on teaching her a lesson when he finds her going through a particular book all about the joys of flesh.

Osculum Obscenum

Reader is a novice and wants to do well in all aspects of abbey life—but she wants nothing more than to impress the unmovable Cardinal Copia with her knowledge and desire to learn more in his classes. How far will she go to impress him when he asks her to assist with a little late night ritual?

Both of these feature a Copia similar to how I usually write him and Osculum Obscenum can fit into the same world as Misadventures in the Ministry (if you wish to read it that way).

thank you :)

[honeyynymphh]

I have a lot of old Ghost wips and quite a few are near completion or at least 70% finished (that’s what the last two I’ve posted have been). I have two more that are close but I’m not sure which one to focus on so I thought I’d do a poll and ask :)

No need to reblog really but votes and replies are interesting to know!

working titles

The Art of Pleasure

Reader is a maid who finds her new schedule means cleaning Cardinal Copia’s office and personal chambers. She strikes up an odd friendship with the Cardinal, despite his less than hospitable mannerisms. However, he seems intent on teaching her a lesson when he finds her going through a particular book all about the joys of flesh.

Osculum Obscenum

Reader is a novice and wants to do well in all aspects of abbey life—but she wants nothing more than to impress the unmovable Cardinal Copia with her knowledge and desire to learn more in his classes. How far will she go to impress him when he asks her to assist with a little late night ritual?

Both of these feature a Copia similar to how I usually write him and Osculum Obscenum can fit into the same world as Misadventures in the Ministry (if you wish to read it that way).

thank you :)

[honeyynymphh]

I have a lot of old Ghost wips and quite a few are near completion or at least 70% finished (that’s what the last two I’ve posted have been). I have two more that are close but I’m not sure which one to focus on so I thought I’d do a poll and ask :)

No need to reblog really but votes and replies are interesting to know!

working titles

The Art of Pleasure

Reader is a maid who finds her new schedule means cleaning Cardinal Copia’s office and personal chambers. She strikes up an odd friendship with the Cardinal, despite his less than hospitable mannerisms. However, he seems intent on teaching her a lesson when he finds her going through a particular book all about the joys of flesh.

Osculum Obscenum

Reader is a novice and wants to do well in all aspects of abbey life—but she wants nothing more than to impress the unmovable Cardinal Copia with her knowledge and desire to learn more in his classes. How far will she go to impress him when he asks her to assist with a little late night ritual?

Both of these feature a Copia similar to how I usually write him and Osculum Obscenum can fit into the same world as Misadventures in the Ministry (if you wish to read it that way).

thank you :)

[honeyynymphh]

hello! i occasionally like to write and here you will find all my fics! most up to date and edited versions are on ao3 but most are published on here too :) ✯|| AO3 || Writing Tag || Art Tag ||✯ I write for The Band Ghost, BG3 (Raphael) and HotD (Otto Hightower)

comments and reblogs are appreciated so very much!!♡

➸The Band Ghost Masterlist Papa IV | Cardinal Copia | Papa III

I primarily write Dom!Copia in varying degrees of assholeness.

➸House of the Dragon Masterlist Otto Hightower x Reader

➸Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist Raphael x Tav!Reader

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I just write for Otto Hightower at the moment! I may try other characters but for now it's just the dilfy old man. All readers are fem!reader or fem!oc and are not named. I do not use Y/N. Please read warnings for each fic! 18+ MDNI

➸Otto Hightower

An Ever Fixed Mark

Otto Hightower x Fem!Reader Rating: T (for now) Chapters: 1 of 5 Married to Aemond Targaryen, life at court has not been what Lady Brakenwyn ever imagined. It is monotonous and lifeless inside the Red Keep with a husband who does care for her and who would rather spend coin in the slums of Kings Landing than with his own wife. She can't help but let her mind wander and yearn for the affections of a man who pays her the slightest attention - a man that she cannot have: the Hand of the King. Ao3 Link

All this Sweet Work

Otto Hightower x Lady in Waiting!Reader (Smut) Rating: E As a lady-in-waiting to Queen Alicent, you strike up a friendship with the Hand of the King with whom you regularly meet under the pretence of relaying news about the Queen. Recently widowed, having only been married for a few months to a man who was quite unkind to her. you are eager to see Ser Otto for your meetings which then turn into regular dinners. You find yourself yearning for more than just his company, not knowing that he began the arrangement in order to see if you were suitable to marry his eldest son...but he has ended up wanting you for himself. ao3 link

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I've always wanted to know if you were going to make a second chapter to Total Depravity, that's my favorite nsfw fic you've done and the one I think about the most. Checking all the kink boxes.

hiya!

I'm glad you like it so much :) I did have plans to write a second installment but I don't know if I will. I'm mostly trying to finish wips that are near completion atm as well as more focusing on HotD fanfic.

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These fics are mostly Copia focused and I write him as dom with an acerbic and mostly terrible personality. All readers are fem!reader and are not named. I do not use Y/N. If you like Vincent Price, you may like my Copia. Please read warnings for each fic! 18+ MDNI

Inflight Meal

Papa IV x FemReader Rating: E As an air hostess you are used to strange people, especially when they have their own private jet. but this was definitely the strangest one. AO3

Tear You Apart

Papa IV x FemReader Rating: E Chapters: 2 of 2 There were four things you had not expected when you had decided to break into the old abbey on a particular full moon: 1. That it would actually be inhabited 2. That it would be inhabited by people performing a satanic ritual 3. That you would end up being chased through the woods by a satanic madman 4. That you would enjoy it AO3

Nocturnal Me

(Dracopia)Papa IV x FemReader Rating: E The Haze is open from sunset until sunrise every day of the week. Some people, like you, order a margarita with a silly little cocktail umbrella shoved in it and a slice of lemon. Others order the AB negative and should drink it quickly before it congeals. AO3

➸Corrupted/Evil Papa IV

there’s total depravity (standing right in front of me)

(Dark) Papa IV x FemReader Rating: E As a maid, I tended to pass by unnoticed. Nobody really cared who made their beds or cleaned their clothes—as long as it was done. And I should have just done my job and left. But I didn't. And now I was stuck here at the mercy of the Fourth. AO3

Nothing Ever Lasts Forever

(Corrupted) Papa IV x FemReader Rating: E “You still wear his paint.” Not a question. Just a statement. He hardly ever asked questions. There were orders, demands, requests—not to be denied. “He is dead, sorella.” The Emeritus line is finished. There is a new Papa now to serve, but you are hesitant to throw your loyalty and love aside. But he gives you no choice. AO3

A Discordant Melody

Cardinal Copia x FemReader, Papa IV x FemReader Copia and Papa are two separate characters Rating: E Chapters: 1 of 2 “Maybe this place is cursed.” I wrapped an arm around Copia’s and pressed myself close, delighting in his warmth and the way he smelled. It reassured me and I pressed my lips against his cheek. “You will have to keep me very close, darling, lest some ghoul tries to steal me away.” I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped my lips and I smiled when I noticed the tips of his ears had gone pink. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad—and it wasn’t as if we were staying here. Inheriting an old abbey in a supposedly cursed town, what could possibly go wrong? AO3

➸Daddy Dom Papa

La Principessa di Papa

Papa IV x FemReader Rating: E After days of being sick in bed, you’re feeling restless. But Papa is always there to look after his little principessa. AO3

Il Cuore Della Principessa

Papa IV x FemReader Rating: E Overworked and exhausted, Papa insists you take a break. AO3

➸drabbles/ficlets (not on ao3)

listening to Papa read while you lie on his lap (sfw, 600 words, any Papa)

Copia comes home late to find his princess asleep on the couch (mostly sfw, 800 words, Papa IV

➸ Misadventures in the Ministry (Series) This series involves the same reader. You don't need to read them in order but it’s better if you do. This reader is not the sharpest sacrificial dagger in the abbey but she does her best.

Freshly Squeezed (Part One)

Cardinal Copia x FemReader Rating: E A secret passageway. A far too ditzy curious reader. And a very naked Cardinal. Hmm. AO3

A Lesson in Heroinism (Part Two)

Cardinal Copia x FemReader Rating: E They say Cardinal Copia is a vampire but you don't believe that…do you? AO3

The Wager

Cardinal Copia x FemReader Rating: E A new Sister of Sin, you feel you are not living up to the expectations of your new church and seek out confession to unburden yourself. Little do you know, that the Cardinal has something he needs to confess to you. AO3

The Mark of the Beast

Cardinal Copia x FemReader Rating: E Chapters: 2 of 2 An imposter has apparently been hiding in the abbey, and there is only one way to prove you're part of the congregation. And that is to submit yourself to an examination to find Lucifer's mark upon your body. AO3

a little nightmarish, a little maudlin (good golly go get this kid some laudanum!)

(Dracopia) Cardinal Copia x FemReader Rating: E Chapters: 2 of 2 A storm hits while on your way home from a party and your coach breaks down. Surely the church you passed by will offer shelter until you can safely return home? AO3

Our Merge Is Eternal

(Vampire) Papa III x FemReader Rating: M Chapters: 2 of 3 Something is not quite right, it makes her stomach twist with a sick sort of anticipation. She should stay right here, she should not leave the library—she definitely should not follow the Cardinal. But if she doesn't, she will never know. Her mother always said curiosity killed the cat, but Cora knew satisfaction brought it back. (on hiatus)

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| A Lesson in Heroinism |

Cardinal Copia x Fem!Reader rating: E word count: 4.8k tags: dom copia, vampires, teacher/student (sort of), light dom/sub, p in v, copia is a dick

They say Cardinal Copia is a vampire but you don't believe that...do you? Sequel to Freshly Squeezed but can be read independently.

read on ao3 18+ MDNI

Three paces, turn, one step—mind the crack—two more paces, stare at the clock. Sigh. Turn, three paces. One step—

“Sister.”

You stop, foot hovering in the air and stare at the ghoul across from you that’s waiting outside Sister Imperator’s office. The ghoul narrows its eyes at you. “Stop pacing, you are making me feel anxious. And I am a demon. Demons do not get anxious.”

“Sorry!” You drop your foot and stumble on the hem of your habit, hitting your shoulder on the stone wall. You hear the ghoul snicker before Imperator’s office door opens and it slinks inside.

Rubbing your arm, you flop down on the small bench outside the door you’ve been pacing in front of. You’ve already been sitting there for thirty minutes and you’re restless. You’d woken up to a note from Cardinal Copia requesting you come see him and here you damn well were. Standing again, you stare up at the intricate pattern on the abbey’s cathedral ceiling.

You were nervous. The last time you’d been alone with the Cardinal, only last night, his cock had been buried in your cunt and he’d given you the best orgasm you’d ever had. It felt like it had been some sort of wild dream and if it wasn’t for the bruises on your hips and the way your body still aches, you might have believed it had been.

You hope it will happen again. Why else would he ask you to come to his office this morning?

Squeezing your thighs together you continue pacing a moment before you lean against the door. Perhaps you should just leave. This was ridiculous waiting so long for that horrible old man.

And he was horrible. Horrible, horrible, horrible. Cantankerous. Unfair. Very good with his hands—wait, no! You huff out in frustration and your breath catches when the door you are leaning on suddenly snaps open.

You stumble backwards and feel two hands grab you firmly by the shoulders so you don’t fall over.

“Do you make it a habit of stumbling into places, Sister?” whispers a taunting voice by your ear.

You right yourself and spin around to glare at Cardinal Copia. He’s standing there, looking all neat in his black cassock as he flicks non-existent lint off one shoulder.

“I have been waiting for nearly an hour!” you say angrily. “And you’ve been in here the whole time?”

“It’s been twenty minutes.” The man shrugs. “I thought you’d be late.”

“I can tell the time, Cardinal.”

“Mmm.” You could tell he doubted that very much.

He was such an arse! You couldn’t believe he’d touched you—fucked you! Your whole body flushes at the memory. Maybe it had been a truly delirious dream. His strange eyes slowly take you in from head to toe and again you feel the flush.

You swallow your nerves and lift your chin. “Well? Why did you wish to see me?”

The man just tilts his head and clicks his tongue, still staring at you. You shift on your feet awkwardly. Hells, you wish he would stop staring at you.

Finally he sighs and says, “Papa Primo says you’ve been doing exemplary work in the greenhouses.” He says the words with a high amount of scepticism and you briefly wonder if you could poison Copia and get away with it. Something to think about. “And he has requested that your shifts in the archives with Cardinal Giorgio be swapped for assisting him.”

You perk up at that. The archives are interesting but Cardinal Giorgio and dusty, dark rooms were awfully monotonous. And Copia spent too much time in the library, before last night you would have done anything to get away from him. But now…? There is a look in his eyes you still don’t like, no matter how good his cock had been, it still didn’t make up for his terrible and downright rude personality. Besides all that, you did really like working in the greenhouses, plants were one thing you understood and loved.

“Well, that would be wonderful!” you say, seeming to forget with whom you are speaking with.

Cardinal Copia smiles, and it's a wretched evil little smile that makes your stomach feel uneasy.

“I told Papa no,” he says airily as your brow furrows. “Cardinal Giorgio needs your assistance more than Papa Primo and you already know the ins and outs of the archives, it would take too much time to train another sibling.”

You shake your head. “So why did you call me in here?”

“Just to keep you informed, Sister.” He gives another one of his terrifyingly gleeful smiles. “Now I must get to the chapel and so should you.”

He pats you on the shoulder before breezing past you and you dumbly watch him stalk down the hall, siblings scattering away like frightened mice. Maybe it had really been a dream. You just cannot believe that last night had happened.

You glance at the Cardinal’s desk and you roll your eyes at the overly neat way it is laid out—it’s pathological. You just know if you got a ruler out that his pencils would be the same width apart. In a fit of mischief, you move everything to the left a centimetre, twist his books so they’re slightly off and turn his idol of Lucifer a couple of degrees to the right. You even, with a lot of exertion, managed to drag his desk on one side so it’s ever so slightly off. Satisfied, you wipe the sweat from your brown and smile to yourself before hurrying out of his office.

Later that afternoon, you sit in the lecture hall, listening to Copia droning on about some demon or rather. You weren’t paying attention—you rarely did. Today it was more out of spite than not caring about whatever it was the evil old bastard was blathering about. What was his problem, you wonder? You shift in your seat and poke at a bruise on your thigh, again to reassure you that, yes, last night he had fucked you to hell and back.

Was this some sort of payment for pleasure? Did you now have to suffer for the absolute high you had experienced? That seemed like something too Catholic for this unholy institution. And, it was bad enough that it had been at the hands of Cardinal Copia, was that not punishment enough? You told yourself it didn’t matter, you didn’t care. You would just think about it for the rest of your life. You sigh and settle into the chair further.

Sitting at the back of the room was the best place, the afternoon sun was streaming through the high glass windows. It was warm on your face, and the sound of Copia talking at the front of the class was easy to tune out. Besides, the book you had stashed in your bag was calling your name. One of the perks of working in the library meant seeing a whole catalogue of different books. Some of them happened to include trashy romances with lots of monsters and a whole lot of satanic debauchery. Most were truly awful but they were a lot of fun—much more fun than whatever the Cardinal was talking about.

Glancing at him, you saw he was scribbling some diagram on the large chalkboard and grabbed the worn novel out of your bag, slipping it in front of the large demonology textbook and propping it slightly up so the paperback wasn’t visible.

You sink a little further into your chair and lose yourself in the story.

The dress ripped as his rough hands tore at the fabric, making Marianna gasp. She could feel his hard length against her thigh. How she wanted him! But it was too risky here on the terrace—anyone from the ballroom could come outside and find them. But Marianna could not help the burning fire in her belly and the look in Lord Cross’s dark eyes.

Were the rumours true? Would he feast on her virgin flesh? Marianna could not bring herself to care, for his hot mouth upon her soft skin was making her come undone. He—

“Sorella.”

You flinch, twisting around in your chair to find Copia towering over you. All eyes of the class are on you as a leather clad hand reaches over and plucks the book out from within its hiding spot.

Oh fuck.

You swallow and stare up at him. Maybe he won’t mind. Maybe…maybe he will make you stay after class. You press your legs together, suddenly somewhat hopeful. Copia smiles at you, and that hope is extinguished immediately.

He glances at the cover. “This is not the required reading, Sister.” He dangles the offending paperback like a proud housewife holding a dead mouse. “I do not want this in my lectures.”

“Yes, Your Eminence.” God the last time you had said that you’d been riding his cock. Your face flushes, his face barely betrays a thing except for dilated pupils and the twitch of his moustache.

An eyebrow quirks in question and he opens the book again, the only sound in the room is the bated breath of every other sibling as Copia’s leather gloves flick over the pages.

He pauses, eyes darting over the pages. “What is this ‘velvet-wrapped steel penetrating the precious valley between her legs’? Why do they not just say cock, sister?” He snaps the book shut, lips now twisting into a gleeful smirk. “Don’t you prefer cock in your wet cunt, eh?”

Everyone else laughs, grateful for the release of tension. The colour drains from your face as you watch him walk away and hear the loud thud of the book hitting his desk. You slink lower into your chair. But you aren’t free yet. Copia calls out to you from the front of the room and all eyes snap back to you.

“You will stay after the lecture has ended, Sister.” He taps the chalkboard. “Do try to pay attention.”

You glare at him, crossing your arms and keeping your eyes on him for the rest of the lecture. You don’t hear a word, too busy wondering about how that stupidly large nose of his would feel between your legs. Maybe you could suffocate him with your thighs.

When the lesson finally ends, you slowly make your way down to the front and you stand at the desk and wait. His eyes land on you and he stares a moment before he speaks.

“You are here to learn, Sorella,” he says. “Not to read badly written pornography.”

It wasn’t that bad, you think. “Yes, Your Eminence.”

“Good girl.” Oh hells, you think, don’t say that. “Now, tomorrow I want your full attention. You will sit right here.”

He points at the row of desks at the front. You just nod.

“Bene.” He waves a dismissive hand. “You can leave now.”

“But my book!” you say, any pretence of politeness forgotten. “And you said you would give me my knickers back!” you add in a harsh whisper. An eyebrow is arched but you aren’t cowed. It’s hard to be afraid of a man when you’ve ridden his cock and then tottered back to your room with his cum dripping down your thighs. Well, maybe he is still a little intimidating. “Your Eminence,” you add politely.

“You can survive without this brain rotting vulgarity for a day,” he says. “And your…panties?”

Your brow wrinkles. ‘Panties’ is not a word Cardinal Copia should say.

“Yes,” you say, trying to remain polite. “You said you would give them back to me.”

“Hmm?” He reaches into a pocket somewhere within his black cassock and you see him pull your knickers out. You go to grab them but he snatches his hand away. “Did I? I can’t say I recall that.”

You watch him bring them to his face, that stupid nose of his pressing against the fabric and inhaling deep. It shouldn’t make you cunt ache but it does. Your body feels caught between arousal and anger so you simply storm off, hearing the sound of his chuckle behind you.

It was midnight. It was freezing. It was a stupid idea.

However!

You were so restless. And that evil man had taken your book. You were not brave enough to spy on him again, not after his utter dismissal of you. The other night had definitely happened. You could barely stop thinking about it. Yet he had made no effort to try and get you into his bed again—well, not that you had been in his bed but that wasn’t the point. It had been crazy enough that you wanted Copia and now? You’d had him and your ridiculous body only wanted more. Maybe you should just go and find some relief with someone else—Terzo was always more than amiable. You sighed. You didn’t want to spend the night with Papa.

You wanted something exhilarating. The Cardinal was a little frightening—more than a little—and fuck. The way he had touched you had been downright sinful. You wanted more of him.

It was a shame that he was such an ass. Maybe you could shove your panties in his mouth. Hmm. Though, he did have a lovely voice and some of the things he had said…you shuddered. However, you did not want to embarrass yourself any further in front of him. It was clear he thought you stupid, and perhaps you weren’t the most clever sibling but you were not an idiot.

All these thoughts run through your head as you sneak down the empty halls. Cardinal Georgio still had yet to notice the key was missing and you weren’t going to be too hasty in returning it. It meant you could access not only the archives but the entire library! You would just duck in, grab another book and get out.

You’d grabbed an oil lamp when leaving your room and now you let its soft light guide you through the many shelves. There were so many books to choose from and the smell of the library was so comforting. The books slumbered in their shelves as you walked past, fingers idly dragging over the titles.

When you hear a noise you freeze, turning the lamp off and ducking behind a shelf. You peer through a gap and see a small figure dart down the shelves, coming closer to you. They also have an oil lamp in their hands. The room is silent as they scurry along, their head bobbing as they scan the books before them.

It’s another Sister, though you cannot tell who in the darkness. You watch her and hear her muttering under breath. She’s too busy reading the spines of the books with the light of the lamp to notice the figure in the shadows slowly approaching her. You want to tell her to run but she’s too far away, and you don’t want the figure to notice you.

As even in the murky darkness there is no mistaking the shape and walk of Cardinal Copia. He’s slowly creeping towards her and when he is a foot away, he stops and leans forward to whisper in her ear.

She shrieks.

“You’ll wake the entire abbey,” you hear him snap. “Why are you out of bed at this hour?”

“Cardinal!” The poor girl sounded panicked. “I have an exam tomorrow and I needed—“

“You should have thought of that earlier,” he says as he shoos her out the large doors, “get back to the west wing now, Sorella.”

You watch a moment, seeing the Cardinal shut the large doors behind him. After a moment, when there are no sounds but your own breathing, you light the lamp again. Slowly creep towards the door and take the key from your pocket, locking it. No more distractions.

Feeling like you can breathe again, you head back to the shelves and flick through the dusty books until you find something that catches your interest—vampires. You read the blurb at the back, something about a dashing count living in the Italian countryside who has gone mad over his lost love and turned to Satan, changing him into a blood sucking devil. You briefly flick through the pages and decide that it will do for the night. You go to leave but you yelp at the sight of Cardinal Copia standing right in front of you and drop the book. Horrified, you watch as he slowly bends and picks it up.

In the low light of the oil lamp, he looked even more frightening than usual. You had become so used to the clergy members and their painted faces that sometimes you really never noticed how sinister they were. Mostly because they were all so welcoming and kind but the Cardinal did not look welcoming and he certainly never looked kind.

“Missing the velvet-wrapped steel that much are we, dolce?” he purred as you back up, hitting the shelf. He looks at the book in his hands and then gives you a look you can't quite discern. “Vampires?” He grins then.

“Yes, well, someone stole my other book,” you say, trying to keep your voice even. “It’s not a crime to read a book.”

“It’s not,” he agrees. “Perhaps if you paid attention in class you might find something more exciting than these trashy novels.”

"Like what?”

“A real vampire.”

You scoff. “There are no vampires.”

“You sound so certain, Sorella,” he says with a mocking tone.

You scoff again. “There aren’t. You told us months ago there weren’t any. There hadn’t been in years.”

“Ah, so you do occasionally pay attention,” he says.

You roll your eyes. Vampires were interesting. Demons that stole your livestock were not.

“But I do think you should stop scurrying around at night, Sister, you might find yourself in more danger than you expect.” He glances at your rosary, a hand lifting to tap it. “And the lord below won’t be able to help you.”

He is standing very close now and the shadows cast by the lamp makes his face look absolutely terrifying. He smiles and the light catches on his teeth. Fuck did his teeth look sharper or was your mind just playing tricks?

You take a step back but he follows, your heartbeat picking up and thundering. It’s just late and he’s trying to scare you, that’s all this is. You pat the little pocket within your habit to reassure yourself of the key but freeze.

The key.

You locked that door. Maybe he came through the archives hidden passage? But he hadn’t come from that direction, you would have seen him if he did.

“I locked the door,” you say dumbly.

Copia tilts his head to the side and watches you a moment, his body far too still before he nods slowly. “You did.” He smiles at you but it offers no comfort at all. “Scared you’re going to be eaten, little mouse?”

“No!” you say, hating that you do indeed sound like a squeaking little mouse. “No. I’m not, because you’re not a vampire.”

“Are you so sure?”

Was he really telling you he was a vampire? Surely not. But how did he get in here? Had he turned into a bat? No! A rat? You’d surely read that somewhere before. Also you had seen him talking to his rats…maybe they did really understand him! And there were the rumours that he was a vampire, but it was just something that the siblings talked about behind his back. It wasn’t real.

But the ghouls were real. Demons were real. Was it so far-fetched? You weren’t a silly heroine in one of your books. You knew about these things! You tried to think about what you had learned about vampires.

“All the things you’ve taught us,” you begin to say, gaining more confidence as the information resurfaces in your mind, “sunlight, garlic—I’ve seen you eat garlic bread on pizza night, Cardinal!”

“Si, si,” he grins and your mounting confidence flags at the sight. “These are things that I've taught you.”

Your mind halts a moment, frozen by his words. He comes closer then, his cassock brushing against you as he moves. The way he towers over you, lit by the lamp makes his strange eyes look even creepier. You swallow thickly and take another small step back but the Cardinal follows.

“Frightened, dolce?” the words come out in a drawn out purr, he sounds excited as those eyes watch you unblinking. A gloved hand reaches out and takes the lamp from your unresisting hands.

You shake your head. “No…”

“Hmm, you don’t sound so sure,” he says, voice dropping low. “Does anyone know you’re here?”

You shake your head again, “No…”

“What a pity.”

The light in the lamp is extinguished and suddenly it's pitch black in the library. It will take too long for your eyes to adjust and even then, the Cardinal doesn’t give you a moment to breathe let alone orientate yourself.

He strikes fast, enveloping you in his embrace and pinning you against the bookshelf, causing a few books to clatter to the floor. His mouth is upon your neck, lips hungrily searching for your thundering pulse. When he finds it, he latches into your skin and sucks, tongue laving and teeth nipping at the skin. You don’t know if he’s broken skin or not but you’re not really thinking straight. The sudden adrenaline rush has your head spinning and those kisses on your neck have your pussy throbbing.

“Ah, my little mouse, how delicious you taste.” He chuckles against your skin before his mouth slides across your jaw and captures your lips.

There is the taste of his paint but it’s nothing compared to the taste of him. Did vampires have some addictive saliva? You wonder idly. Pinned against the bookshelf, there is little room for much though as he presses into you. You can feel the hardness of him through his cassock and you desperately try to press against it, craving friction as his mouth devours yours.

You feel him laugh against your mouth. “Sempre così bisognoso…”

You hum with pleasure when he slides a leg between you so you can press your aching cunt against it, gaining some relief. His mouth continues to ravage yours until his lips are back against your neck, making you shiver every time his teeth graze against the skin. A leather clad hand has snaked up into your hair, pulling you closer to him. You continue to grind against his leg but it isn’t enough, you need more.

You manage to pant out a desperate sounding plea for more which is quickly answered. The burning desire within you is insistent and wanton, you feel slightly mad with lust. Before you know it, he’s pulled your knickers down and your habit is bunched around your waist, his cock there, nudging at your slick cunt before he slides into you with one quick thrust. You moan as fills you, the stretch feeling far too good and his answering growl has your gripping at his shoulders as he thrusts up into you quickly, causing even more books to topple over and clatter on the floor. Head spinning, you feel like you’re on the edge of passing out in the most delicious way. Was it the blood loss?

You don’t even care, your body is singing with carnal delight even as books dig into your back. You know you’re going to come soon and you moan out insensible nonsense as you feel your walls tighten around him. The deep coiling tension with your belly snaps as the rolling waves of pleasure wash over you. It’s an effort to stay upright but you needn’t have bothered to try as you feel his cock pull out so he can pick you up and quickly move you to one of the many wooden tables that fill the library.

Back against the cold wood, through heavy eyes you manage to see his outline in the darkness. There is only the light from the moon outside that filters down the high windows and into the library. It’s not enough to see him clearly but you can make out that eerie white eye. You shudder in anticipation.

“Will you be good for your Cardinal again, dolce?” you hear him ask, the low tone of his voice making your pussy throb.

“Yes, Your Eminence,” the words are soft and come to you too easily, you are too blissed out to care what he does next and your body is still craving more.

Again he is upon you, cock nudging between your soaked thighs until he is thrusting deep. Your back arches off the table as he fills you again, causing another fire to build deep within you. You want to reach for him, to grip and hold, but before you can even move, his hands are pressing yours against the wood, almost painfully so. But it’s nothing compared to the way his cock feels.

He moves fast and deep, and your stomach clenches in anticipation of your next release. It’s building far too quickly. The Cardinal leans over you then, his body covering yours so his mouth is once more against your neck. You don’t catch the words he mutters before his teeth bite into the soft flesh. The pain feels so good in conjunction with the way he continues to fuck into you roughly and you tilt your hips to meet him as you shatter.

Clenching hard around him and not caring if anyone in the abbey is woken by your screams, you let the pleasure take you. The Cardinal is still within, buried deep and you feel his cock within you kick and you know he is filling you, the growling noise he makes vibrating through your spent body.

It feels like an age before the heady rush has cleared. You gingerly sit up when removes himself from you. When the oil lamp is lit your eyes squint to look at Copia, whose face is smeared in paint, you know yours must be too. Eyes widening in recollection, you quickly touch your neck and look at your hand. But there is no blood on it. You touch it again, prodding at the skin with your fingertips. It feels tender and there are indents, but the skin is not broken.

Huh?

Copia smooths down the front of his cassock and raises an eyebrow as you look at him in bewilderment. “Get up, Sorella.”

“But—” you stop talking when you see him pull a small key out from within his cassock.

“You have a key.” You stare at it as you carefully stand. Where are your knickers?

"How do you think I got in here if I didn't have a key, Sorella?” He scoffs. “Fly in as a bat?"

"No…” You offer him a sheepish look. “I thought a rat."

“A rat.” His expression is blank as you try to tidy yourself up. You look around for your knickers but can’t see them. You shake your head, it wouldn’t be the first time there had been a tryst in the library.

You pull your attention back to the Cardinal. “You like rats. And they’re cute.”

Perhaps that wasn’t the best thing to say to Cardinal Copia but it’s hard to care right now. God that man fucked good. It was not fair, you think.

“Do I look ‘cute’ to you, Sorella?” he asks.

No, he did not. He looked a little insane with his painted lips smeared and his hair a mess.

“You said there were vampires,” you say petulantly, aware that he had just played you for a fool.

He starts to move for the large library doors and you follow, aware that his seed is dripping down your thighs. You need to shower. And to rethink your life choices.

“It’s called a lie," says Copia. He thinks for a moment as he pauses at the door and unlocks it. “Though you’ve had a conversation with Cardinal Georgio. He is like a vampire, the most boring man I’ve ever met. Sucks the fun out of everything.”

You nod emphatically as you lull into this strange comfortable silence with the Cardinal. Cardinal Georgio was so incredibly boring it was honestly impressive. When you’re through the door and it is once more locked, Copia grabs your arm and you turn to face him again, startled by the move. Hells, his paint really is a mess.

“Sorella,” he says.

“Yes?”

He steps close again and your heart picks up. “While I cannot drain you dry, I can do something far worse.”

“What?” you ask, horrified.

“Fail you. Do not read that trash in my lectures again.”

Sempre così bisognoso… - Always so needy…

[honeyynymphh]

crystal lupa, "spell weaver," 2024, oil and gold foil on linen

[honeyynymphh]

| A Lesson in Heroinism |

Cardinal Copia x Fem!Reader rating: E word count: 4.8k tags: dom copia, vampires, teacher/student (sort of), light dom/sub, p in v, copia is a dick

They say Cardinal Copia is a vampire but you don't believe that...do you? Sequel to Freshly Squeezed but can be read independently.

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Three paces, turn, one step—mind the crack—two more paces, stare at the clock. Sigh. Turn, three paces. One step—

“Sister.”

You stop, foot hovering in the air and stare at the ghoul across from you that’s waiting outside Sister Imperator’s office. The ghoul narrows its eyes at you. “Stop pacing, you are making me feel anxious. And I am a demon. Demons do not get anxious.”

“Sorry!” You drop your foot and stumble on the hem of your habit, hitting your shoulder on the stone wall. You hear the ghoul snicker before Imperator’s office door opens and it slinks inside.

Rubbing your arm, you flop down on the small bench outside the door you’ve been pacing in front of. You’ve already been sitting there for thirty minutes and you’re restless. You’d woken up to a note from Cardinal Copia requesting you come see him and here you damn well were. Standing again, you stare up at the intricate pattern on the abbey’s cathedral ceiling.

You were nervous. The last time you’d been alone with the Cardinal, only last night, his cock had been buried in your cunt and he’d given you the best orgasm you’d ever had. It felt like it had been some sort of wild dream and if it wasn’t for the bruises on your hips and the way your body still aches, you might have believed it had been.

You hope it will happen again. Why else would he ask you to come to his office this morning?

Squeezing your thighs together you continue pacing a moment before you lean against the door. Perhaps you should just leave. This was ridiculous waiting so long for that horrible old man.

And he was horrible. Horrible, horrible, horrible. Cantankerous. Unfair. Very good with his hands—wait, no! You huff out in frustration and your breath catches when the door you are leaning on suddenly snaps open.

You stumble backwards and feel two hands grab you firmly by the shoulders so you don’t fall over.

“Do you make it a habit of stumbling into places, Sister?” whispers a taunting voice by your ear.

You right yourself and spin around to glare at Cardinal Copia. He’s standing there, looking all neat in his black cassock as he flicks non-existent lint off one shoulder.

“I have been waiting for nearly an hour!” you say angrily. “And you’ve been in here the whole time?”

“It’s been twenty minutes.” The man shrugs. “I thought you’d be late.”

“I can tell the time, Cardinal.”

“Mmm.” You could tell he doubted that very much.

He was such an arse! You couldn’t believe he’d touched you—fucked you! Your whole body flushes at the memory. Maybe it had been a truly delirious dream. His strange eyes slowly take you in from head to toe and again you feel the flush.

You swallow your nerves and lift your chin. “Well? Why did you wish to see me?”

The man just tilts his head and clicks his tongue, still staring at you. You shift on your feet awkwardly. Hells, you wish he would stop staring at you.

Finally he sighs and says, “Papa Primo says you’ve been doing exemplary work in the greenhouses.” He says the words with a high amount of scepticism and you briefly wonder if you could poison Copia and get away with it. Something to think about. “And he has requested that your shifts in the archives with Cardinal Giorgio be swapped for assisting him.”

You perk up at that. The archives are interesting but Cardinal Giorgio and dusty, dark rooms were awfully monotonous. And Copia spent too much time in the library, before last night you would have done anything to get away from him. But now…? There is a look in his eyes you still don’t like, no matter how good his cock had been, it still didn’t make up for his terrible and downright rude personality. Besides all that, you did really like working in the greenhouses, plants were one thing you understood and loved.

“Well, that would be wonderful!” you say, seeming to forget with whom you are speaking with.

Cardinal Copia smiles, and it's a wretched evil little smile that makes your stomach feel uneasy.

“I told Papa no,” he says airily as your brow furrows. “Cardinal Giorgio needs your assistance more than Papa Primo and you already know the ins and outs of the archives, it would take too much time to train another sibling.”

You shake your head. “So why did you call me in here?”

“Just to keep you informed, Sister.” He gives another one of his terrifyingly gleeful smiles. “Now I must get to the chapel and so should you.”

He pats you on the shoulder before breezing past you and you dumbly watch him stalk down the hall, siblings scattering away like frightened mice. Maybe it had really been a dream. You just cannot believe that last night had happened.

You glance at the Cardinal’s desk and you roll your eyes at the overly neat way it is laid out—it’s pathological. You just know if you got a ruler out that his pencils would be the same width apart. In a fit of mischief, you move everything to the left a centimetre, twist his books so they’re slightly off and turn his idol of Lucifer a couple of degrees to the right. You even, with a lot of exertion, managed to drag his desk on one side so it’s ever so slightly off. Satisfied, you wipe the sweat from your brown and smile to yourself before hurrying out of his office.

Later that afternoon, you sit in the lecture hall, listening to Copia droning on about some demon or rather. You weren’t paying attention—you rarely did. Today it was more out of spite than not caring about whatever it was the evil old bastard was blathering about. What was his problem, you wonder? You shift in your seat and poke at a bruise on your thigh, again to reassure you that, yes, last night he had fucked you to hell and back.

Was this some sort of payment for pleasure? Did you now have to suffer for the absolute high you had experienced? That seemed like something too Catholic for this unholy institution. And, it was bad enough that it had been at the hands of Cardinal Copia, was that not punishment enough? You told yourself it didn’t matter, you didn’t care. You would just think about it for the rest of your life. You sigh and settle into the chair further.

Sitting at the back of the room was the best place, the afternoon sun was streaming through the high glass windows. It was warm on your face, and the sound of Copia talking at the front of the class was easy to tune out. Besides, the book you had stashed in your bag was calling your name. One of the perks of working in the library meant seeing a whole catalogue of different books. Some of them happened to include trashy romances with lots of monsters and a whole lot of satanic debauchery. Most were truly awful but they were a lot of fun—much more fun than whatever the Cardinal was talking about.

Glancing at him, you saw he was scribbling some diagram on the large chalkboard and grabbed the worn novel out of your bag, slipping it in front of the large demonology textbook and propping it slightly up so the paperback wasn’t visible.

You sink a little further into your chair and lose yourself in the story.

The dress ripped as his rough hands tore at the fabric, making Marianna gasp. She could feel his hard length against her thigh. How she wanted him! But it was too risky here on the terrace—anyone from the ballroom could come outside and find them. But Marianna could not help the burning fire in her belly and the look in Lord Cross’s dark eyes.

Were the rumours true? Would he feast on her virgin flesh? Marianna could not bring herself to care, for his hot mouth upon her soft skin was making her come undone. He—

“Sorella.”

You flinch, twisting around in your chair to find Copia towering over you. All eyes of the class are on you as a leather clad hand reaches over and plucks the book out from within its hiding spot.

Oh fuck.

You swallow and stare up at him. Maybe he won’t mind. Maybe…maybe he will make you stay after class. You press your legs together, suddenly somewhat hopeful. Copia smiles at you, and that hope is extinguished immediately.

He glances at the cover. “This is not the required reading, Sister.” He dangles the offending paperback like a proud housewife holding a dead mouse. “I do not want this in my lectures.”

“Yes, Your Eminence.” God the last time you had said that you’d been riding his cock. Your face flushes, his face barely betrays a thing except for dilated pupils and the twitch of his moustache.

An eyebrow quirks in question and he opens the book again, the only sound in the room is the bated breath of every other sibling as Copia’s leather gloves flick over the pages.

He pauses, eyes darting over the pages. “What is this ‘velvet-wrapped steel penetrating the precious valley between her legs’? Why do they not just say cock, sister?” He snaps the book shut, lips now twisting into a gleeful smirk. “Don’t you prefer cock in your wet cunt, eh?”

Everyone else laughs, grateful for the release of tension. The colour drains from your face as you watch him walk away and hear the loud thud of the book hitting his desk. You slink lower into your chair. But you aren’t free yet. Copia calls out to you from the front of the room and all eyes snap back to you.

“You will stay after the lecture has ended, Sister.” He taps the chalkboard. “Do try to pay attention.”

You glare at him, crossing your arms and keeping your eyes on him for the rest of the lecture. You don’t hear a word, too busy wondering about how that stupidly large nose of his would feel between your legs. Maybe you could suffocate him with your thighs.

When the lesson finally ends, you slowly make your way down to the front and you stand at the desk and wait. His eyes land on you and he stares a moment before he speaks.

“You are here to learn, Sorella,” he says. “Not to read badly written pornography.”

It wasn’t that bad, you think. “Yes, Your Eminence.”

“Good girl.” Oh hells, you think, don’t say that. “Now, tomorrow I want your full attention. You will sit right here.”

He points at the row of desks at the front. You just nod.

“Bene.” He waves a dismissive hand. “You can leave now.”

“But my book!” you say, any pretence of politeness forgotten. “And you said you would give me my knickers back!” you add in a harsh whisper. An eyebrow is arched but you aren’t cowed. It’s hard to be afraid of a man when you’ve ridden his cock and then tottered back to your room with his cum dripping down your thighs. Well, maybe he is still a little intimidating. “Your Eminence,” you add politely.

“You can survive without this brain rotting vulgarity for a day,” he says. “And your…panties?”

Your brow wrinkles. ‘Panties’ is not a word Cardinal Copia should say.

“Yes,” you say, trying to remain polite. “You said you would give them back to me.”

“Hmm?” He reaches into a pocket somewhere within his black cassock and you see him pull your knickers out. You go to grab them but he snatches his hand away. “Did I? I can’t say I recall that.”

You watch him bring them to his face, that stupid nose of his pressing against the fabric and inhaling deep. It shouldn’t make you cunt ache but it does. Your body feels caught between arousal and anger so you simply storm off, hearing the sound of his chuckle behind you.

It was midnight. It was freezing. It was a stupid idea.

However!

You were so restless. And that evil man had taken your book. You were not brave enough to spy on him again, not after his utter dismissal of you. The other night had definitely happened. You could barely stop thinking about it. Yet he had made no effort to try and get you into his bed again—well, not that you had been in his bed but that wasn’t the point. It had been crazy enough that you wanted Copia and now? You’d had him and your ridiculous body only wanted more. Maybe you should just go and find some relief with someone else—Terzo was always more than amiable. You sighed. You didn’t want to spend the night with Papa.

You wanted something exhilarating. The Cardinal was a little frightening—more than a little—and fuck. The way he had touched you had been downright sinful. You wanted more of him.

It was a shame that he was such an ass. Maybe you could shove your panties in his mouth. Hmm. Though, he did have a lovely voice and some of the things he had said…you shuddered. However, you did not want to embarrass yourself any further in front of him. It was clear he thought you stupid, and perhaps you weren’t the most clever sibling but you were not an idiot.

All these thoughts run through your head as you sneak down the empty halls. Cardinal Georgio still had yet to notice the key was missing and you weren’t going to be too hasty in returning it. It meant you could access not only the archives but the entire library! You would just duck in, grab another book and get out.

You’d grabbed an oil lamp when leaving your room and now you let its soft light guide you through the many shelves. There were so many books to choose from and the smell of the library was so comforting. The books slumbered in their shelves as you walked past, fingers idly dragging over the titles.

When you hear a noise you freeze, turning the lamp off and ducking behind a shelf. You peer through a gap and see a small figure dart down the shelves, coming closer to you. They also have an oil lamp in their hands. The room is silent as they scurry along, their head bobbing as they scan the books before them.

It’s another Sister, though you cannot tell who in the darkness. You watch her and hear her muttering under breath. She’s too busy reading the spines of the books with the light of the lamp to notice the figure in the shadows slowly approaching her. You want to tell her to run but she’s too far away, and you don’t want the figure to notice you.

As even in the murky darkness there is no mistaking the shape and walk of Cardinal Copia. He’s slowly creeping towards her and when he is a foot away, he stops and leans forward to whisper in her ear.

She shrieks.

“You’ll wake the entire abbey,” you hear him snap. “Why are you out of bed at this hour?”

“Cardinal!” The poor girl sounded panicked. “I have an exam tomorrow and I needed—“

“You should have thought of that earlier,” he says as he shoos her out the large doors, “get back to the west wing now, Sorella.”

You watch a moment, seeing the Cardinal shut the large doors behind him. After a moment, when there are no sounds but your own breathing, you light the lamp again. Slowly creep towards the door and take the key from your pocket, locking it. No more distractions.

Feeling like you can breathe again, you head back to the shelves and flick through the dusty books until you find something that catches your interest—vampires. You read the blurb at the back, something about a dashing count living in the Italian countryside who has gone mad over his lost love and turned to Satan, changing him into a blood sucking devil. You briefly flick through the pages and decide that it will do for the night. You go to leave but you yelp at the sight of Cardinal Copia standing right in front of you and drop the book. Horrified, you watch as he slowly bends and picks it up.

In the low light of the oil lamp, he looked even more frightening than usual. You had become so used to the clergy members and their painted faces that sometimes you really never noticed how sinister they were. Mostly because they were all so welcoming and kind but the Cardinal did not look welcoming and he certainly never looked kind.

“Missing the velvet-wrapped steel that much are we, dolce?” he purred as you back up, hitting the shelf. He looks at the book in his hands and then gives you a look you can't quite discern. “Vampires?” He grins then.

“Yes, well, someone stole my other book,” you say, trying to keep your voice even. “It’s not a crime to read a book.”

“It’s not,” he agrees. “Perhaps if you paid attention in class you might find something more exciting than these trashy novels.”

"Like what?”

“A real vampire.”

You scoff. “There are no vampires.”

“You sound so certain, Sorella,” he says with a mocking tone.

You scoff again. “There aren’t. You told us months ago there weren’t any. There hadn’t been in years.”

“Ah, so you do occasionally pay attention,” he says.

You roll your eyes. Vampires were interesting. Demons that stole your livestock were not.

“But I do think you should stop scurrying around at night, Sister, you might find yourself in more danger than you expect.” He glances at your rosary, a hand lifting to tap it. “And the lord below won’t be able to help you.”

He is standing very close now and the shadows cast by the lamp makes his face look absolutely terrifying. He smiles and the light catches on his teeth. Fuck did his teeth look sharper or was your mind just playing tricks?

You take a step back but he follows, your heartbeat picking up and thundering. It’s just late and he’s trying to scare you, that’s all this is. You pat the little pocket within your habit to reassure yourself of the key but freeze.

The key.

You locked that door. Maybe he came through the archives hidden passage? But he hadn’t come from that direction, you would have seen him if he did.

“I locked the door,” you say dumbly.

Copia tilts his head to the side and watches you a moment, his body far too still before he nods slowly. “You did.” He smiles at you but it offers no comfort at all. “Scared you’re going to be eaten, little mouse?”

“No!” you say, hating that you do indeed sound like a squeaking little mouse. “No. I’m not, because you’re not a vampire.”

“Are you so sure?”

Was he really telling you he was a vampire? Surely not. But how did he get in here? Had he turned into a bat? No! A rat? You’d surely read that somewhere before. Also you had seen him talking to his rats…maybe they did really understand him! And there were the rumours that he was a vampire, but it was just something that the siblings talked about behind his back. It wasn’t real.

But the ghouls were real. Demons were real. Was it so far-fetched? You weren’t a silly heroine in one of your books. You knew about these things! You tried to think about what you had learned about vampires.

“All the things you’ve taught us,” you begin to say, gaining more confidence as the information resurfaces in your mind, “sunlight, garlic—I’ve seen you eat garlic bread on pizza night, Cardinal!”

“Si, si,” he grins and your mounting confidence flags at the sight. “These are things that I've taught you.”

Your mind halts a moment, frozen by his words. He comes closer then, his cassock brushing against you as he moves. The way he towers over you, lit by the lamp makes his strange eyes look even creepier. You swallow thickly and take another small step back but the Cardinal follows.

“Frightened, dolce?” the words come out in a drawn out purr, he sounds excited as those eyes watch you unblinking. A gloved hand reaches out and takes the lamp from your unresisting hands.

You shake your head. “No…”

“Hmm, you don’t sound so sure,” he says, voice dropping low. “Does anyone know you’re here?”

You shake your head again, “No…”

“What a pity.”

The light in the lamp is extinguished and suddenly it's pitch black in the library. It will take too long for your eyes to adjust and even then, the Cardinal doesn’t give you a moment to breathe let alone orientate yourself.

He strikes fast, enveloping you in his embrace and pinning you against the bookshelf, causing a few books to clatter to the floor. His mouth is upon your neck, lips hungrily searching for your thundering pulse. When he finds it, he latches into your skin and sucks, tongue laving and teeth nipping at the skin. You don’t know if he’s broken skin or not but you’re not really thinking straight. The sudden adrenaline rush has your head spinning and those kisses on your neck have your pussy throbbing.

“Ah, my little mouse, how delicious you taste.” He chuckles against your skin before his mouth slides across your jaw and captures your lips.

There is the taste of his paint but it’s nothing compared to the taste of him. Did vampires have some addictive saliva? You wonder idly. Pinned against the bookshelf, there is little room for much though as he presses into you. You can feel the hardness of him through his cassock and you desperately try to press against it, craving friction as his mouth devours yours.

You feel him laugh against your mouth. “Sempre così bisognoso…”

You hum with pleasure when he slides a leg between you so you can press your aching cunt against it, gaining some relief. His mouth continues to ravage yours until his lips are back against your neck, making you shiver every time his teeth graze against the skin. A leather clad hand has snaked up into your hair, pulling you closer to him. You continue to grind against his leg but it isn’t enough, you need more.

You manage to pant out a desperate sounding plea for more which is quickly answered. The burning desire within you is insistent and wanton, you feel slightly mad with lust. Before you know it, he’s pulled your knickers down and your habit is bunched around your waist, his cock there, nudging at your slick cunt before he slides into you with one quick thrust. You moan as fills you, the stretch feeling far too good and his answering growl has your gripping at his shoulders as he thrusts up into you quickly, causing even more books to topple over and clatter on the floor. Head spinning, you feel like you’re on the edge of passing out in the most delicious way. Was it the blood loss?

You don’t even care, your body is singing with carnal delight even as books dig into your back. You know you’re going to come soon and you moan out insensible nonsense as you feel your walls tighten around him. The deep coiling tension with your belly snaps as the rolling waves of pleasure wash over you. It’s an effort to stay upright but you needn’t have bothered to try as you feel his cock pull out so he can pick you up and quickly move you to one of the many wooden tables that fill the library.

Back against the cold wood, through heavy eyes you manage to see his outline in the darkness. There is only the light from the moon outside that filters down the high windows and into the library. It’s not enough to see him clearly but you can make out that eerie white eye. You shudder in anticipation.

“Will you be good for your Cardinal again, dolce?” you hear him ask, the low tone of his voice making your pussy throb.

“Yes, Your Eminence,” the words are soft and come to you too easily, you are too blissed out to care what he does next and your body is still craving more.

Again he is upon you, cock nudging between your soaked thighs until he is thrusting deep. Your back arches off the table as he fills you again, causing another fire to build deep within you. You want to reach for him, to grip and hold, but before you can even move, his hands are pressing yours against the wood, almost painfully so. But it’s nothing compared to the way his cock feels.

He moves fast and deep, and your stomach clenches in anticipation of your next release. It’s building far too quickly. The Cardinal leans over you then, his body covering yours so his mouth is once more against your neck. You don’t catch the words he mutters before his teeth bite into the soft flesh. The pain feels so good in conjunction with the way he continues to fuck into you roughly and you tilt your hips to meet him as you shatter.

Clenching hard around him and not caring if anyone in the abbey is woken by your screams, you let the pleasure take you. The Cardinal is still within, buried deep and you feel his cock within you kick and you know he is filling you, the growling noise he makes vibrating through your spent body.

It feels like an age before the heady rush has cleared. You gingerly sit up when removes himself from you. When the oil lamp is lit your eyes squint to look at Copia, whose face is smeared in paint, you know yours must be too. Eyes widening in recollection, you quickly touch your neck and look at your hand. But there is no blood on it. You touch it again, prodding at the skin with your fingertips. It feels tender and there are indents, but the skin is not broken.

Huh?

Copia smooths down the front of his cassock and raises an eyebrow as you look at him in bewilderment. “Get up, Sorella.”

“But—” you stop talking when you see him pull a small key out from within his cassock.

“You have a key.” You stare at it as you carefully stand. Where are your knickers?

"How do you think I got in here if I didn't have a key, Sorella?” He scoffs. “Fly in as a bat?"

"No…” You offer him a sheepish look. “I thought a rat."

“A rat.” His expression is blank as you try to tidy yourself up. You look around for your knickers but can’t see them. You shake your head, it wouldn’t be the first time there had been a tryst in the library.

You pull your attention back to the Cardinal. “You like rats. And they’re cute.”

Perhaps that wasn’t the best thing to say to Cardinal Copia but it’s hard to care right now. God that man fucked good. It was not fair, you think.

“Do I look ‘cute’ to you, Sorella?” he asks.

No, he did not. He looked a little insane with his painted lips smeared and his hair a mess.

“You said there were vampires,” you say petulantly, aware that he had just played you for a fool.

He starts to move for the large library doors and you follow, aware that his seed is dripping down your thighs. You need to shower. And to rethink your life choices.

“It’s called a lie," says Copia. He thinks for a moment as he pauses at the door and unlocks it. “Though you’ve had a conversation with Cardinal Georgio. He is like a vampire, the most boring man I’ve ever met. Sucks the fun out of everything.”

You nod emphatically as you lull into this strange comfortable silence with the Cardinal. Cardinal Georgio was so incredibly boring it was honestly impressive. When you’re through the door and it is once more locked, Copia grabs your arm and you turn to face him again, startled by the move. Hells, his paint really is a mess.

“Sorella,” he says.

“Yes?”

He steps close again and your heart picks up. “While I cannot drain you dry, I can do something far worse.”

“What?” you ask, horrified.

“Fail you. Do not read that trash in my lectures again.”

Sempre così bisognoso… - Always so needy…

[honeyynymphh]

Vladimir Kush (Russian, b.1965)

Stealthy night

Oil on canvas