scarlet-rat

[scarlet-rat]

imagine copia as he unbuckles his belt, and pull his cock out from his pants and makes you touch him while he works on paperwork?

a dream

[scarlet-rat]

sweetly untouched

corruption kink be hard. abuse of power and pet names as well as a very intricate sense of purity being used. this is 18+ and a part 1 of 2. if you guys like it enough i might post the second part hehe

copia x fem reader

Summer in the ministry was always exciting. Not only because time could be spent a the gardens and outside in the squares and forests alongside the possessions in the south of Italy, but also because it meant new siblings would join.

The new faces were charming, that feeling of something new, blooming, and reenergized, like the flowers in the gardens spread along the fortress that was a home for many souls who worshiped the Drak Lord.

Copia wasn't so fond of the fuzz of the new faces, mainly because it meant he had to talk to more people in the halls - giving directions and instructing new sheep inside the towering stone walls he called home for so long.

He would hide away in corners, avoiding visual contact at any cost with anyone besides the siblings of sin he already knew from past summers.

As the summer pushed to its final weeks, he had done an incredible job of avoiding the white-clothed siblings, the pure souls he so hard tried to stay away from - for his and their own good. 

But counting victory before time was one of his most significant flaws that could get the cardinal in trouble.

As he was walking down the hall, he bumped into someone on his way to dark mass. Hefty, shiny eyes looked up at him in a short instant. The hands were at her heart and the face pure. The hair was perfectly tucked inside the habit and her cheeks flustered while looking up at the older man in front of her. Her lips were the ideal shade of pink, the one he would love to run his fingers through and feel how soft they were before leaning for a kiss.

He looks down frowning, and she ran away with a muffled "sorry" scaping her perfect lips, while the cardinal stared as the novice walked down the hall in the opposite direction. He felt something inside of him.

He quite forgot about the girl he accidentally ran into a few days ago, until before the mass he finally saw her again.

With a gentle smile, sweet pinky cheeks, and delicate hands, the novice was helping a sister of sin arrange a few flowers for the black mass upon them later that night.

She kept her eyes low while Copia talked with the sister of sin who was flirting with the older man. In any other circumstance, he would've engaged and probably taken a few minutes before his sermon to have a private conversation with her.

But his eyes were locked on the innocent figure by her side, her hands anxiously shuffling and playing with her white dress. Which perfectly translated to the cardinal about her current oath status: pure and untouched. So ready to be ruined by the hands of a man that could only bring her so much pleasure she might never be able to leave his side again. Begging for more, as well as for him to give her a break. He wouldn't, he would be too desperate to run his hands through the smoothness of her skin. Her hair... He would give anything to know how her hair smelled like, how her hands would fit his - to see how they would fit around his cock.

His body started to tremble.

He didn't listen to a single word the sister of sin said, only occasionally nodding and when she mentioned excusing herself because she still needs to finish arranging the flowers, the novice smiled at him shyly and he felt the urge to simply grab her by the wrists and pin her against the closest wall. 

He brushed those thoughts away, as she noticed he was staring and blushed, turning away and walking by the sister's side.

During the mass, he made sure to change his entire sermon. He was going to talk about freedom, but Copia decided it was best to test the waters.

While noticing the novice sitting by the celibate siblings, he felt his body get hot, it was hard to breathe.

"We should devote our lascivious hunger to our Lord, and never resist the urgency of our body wishes," he spoke sweetly, his voice smooth like velvet, as well as his moves as he walks around the altar. The moon was shining through the windows, and his white eye was equally radiating such glimmer that could light up the entire chapel if the candles were to be blown by the warm breeze of midnight.

"Think of your body as a temple, as a place you perform your prayer to Satan, and, oh, he wants you to gladden yourself in the jars of honey that only carnal pleasure could furnish. To touch the untouched skin, to send the shivers his infernal breath would travel down your spine - the lips that burn like his fire on the surface of a cotton skin. Silky, sensitive, delicate, and pristine. To dedicate your sounds and never feel shame by the body our Lord so benevolently gave you the sovereignty to discover. Unravel the splendors of your pleasure, and make sure to touch your equals with such passion that could only be felt by the touch of our Infernal Savior. Nibble and consume the precious feast of flesh he gave you, savor the salt and sweetness of the skin that hides the biggest part of you: your soul that cries for pleasure and to be touched with the fire of a love that could only be taught by the one that treasured so much, and believed love had no shape. We are all flesh and blood, begging for the touch of a sacrilegious hand to break our innocence each time we let ourselves be free from the judgment that we should not give in. Give in the touch, the pleasure, the bliss. Let yourself be touched and think, trust, and obey. Listen and agree that both or more parts want the same thing. It's all about the small extent we have before we join our lord in the infernal and forever burning of the world to live in pure elation. Let yourself be unrestricted, and delight will fill you inside like the water you wish for your thirst."

During the entire sermon, he kept looking at her, at the way her hands were clasping her dress, or how pink her cheeks were when he measured her. He wanted to make her the most profane of the bodies to walk inside those walls. 

Once the mass was over, his sermon had an effect on his soul, and the cardinal didn't even leave the chapel after everyone was out before running to the small dark room he prepares himself to give in to his desires. 

Copia unbuckled his dark leather belt and unzipped his pants enough to pull out his hard and throbbing cock, already leaking with pre cum. 

He sat in the wooden chair and slowly ran his fingers through his hard length. He was so hard, it was hurting and just the ghost of his touch was already edging him before he pushed a finger along the tip of his cock, letting out a grunt. 

"Fuck," he whispered, closing his eyes. 

He slowly started to run his hand along his cock, spreading his leaking cum along it, making it sloppy as he pushed two fingers inside his mouth, sucking hard on the leather gloves he so carefully covers his hands. 

What was slow, started to build up fast, and he started to moan, echoing throughout the chapel as he left the small room's door open. He rocked his hips up, moaning loudly as he jerked himself off so fast, the leather was burning his skin. 

He made sure to clench his fists tight around his cock, thinking of how tight her pussy must be around him. How he would stretch her with his cock while mercilessly fucking her against the altar, how he would cum deep in her and make her take every inch of his cock inside her still untouched cunt. 

The fingers inside his hand was pretending to be her skin, his breasts and nipples and how he would suck on them.

As he came with a loud cry out, his body burning as his face was red and a few drops of sweat running from his scalp to his face, he opened his eyes to a white-clothed figure standing by the door. 

As his vision focused, he recognized the novice standing like a statue by the door. Her face was red as she was playing with her habit. 

Copia smiled to himself as he knew she couldn't see much but she heard all of his pleasure time. The pleasure time he had thinking about her. The Cardinal sat up and quickened to pull his pants back up. He invited her in with a velvet tone. 

She walked in slowly, her legs not moving much. 

"Tell me, sorella, what bring you here after mass and so late at night?" he asks as she approaches him. He taps the table in front of him for her to sit, and as she does, he can swear he smells under her dress, and it drives him wild. 

"I was thinking about your sermon, Cardinal," this is the first time he hears her voice and he feels like he needs to make her scream until she can't talk anymore. He nods as if to let her know she can keep talking. "And I want to give in my desires."

"That's great, my dear. And how do you wish to do that?"

"I want you to teach me... How to do it," she says it almost like a whisper, a small tone of begging that makes his cock hard again within seconds. “How to… How to give in my body for the Lord.”

Without many further rounds, the Cradinal stands up and places himself in front of her. "Spread your legs for your Cradinal, sweetie," he softly demands, his gloved hand on her thigh, and he feels her shiver. "Shh, don't you worry. What do you want me to teach you?" He asks, pressing himself between her legs. 

"How to feel pleasure, to be touched and to touch," she almost quotes his sermon word for word. 

The Cardinal nods. "I see... Then we have a lot of learning ahead of us."