#Papa Emeritus 2 x F!Reader

[demonicdames]

A little writing project of mine that I have on A03 that I'm going to throw here to. Rated: E F/M Papa Emeritus II x F!Reader Cardinal Copia x F!Reader Chapter 5: What a surprise Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Secondo stood outside of his office door his hand hovering over the knob the words of his brother echoing in his mind sweet Lucifer he hated this he felt like he wasn't in control and that he didn't know exactly what would happen next, not having control was the worst feeling for him, finally he opened the door. 

You looked up from your folders and papers standing up to greet him. "Is everything okay Sir?." You asked his cold stare on you the look making you slowly sit back down, you watched as Secondo headed back to his desk taking his seat. "Cara Mia, please come here."  Standing from your desk you crossed the room standing in front of his desk hands clasped in front of yourself. "Yes Sir?." 

Secondo watched you silently making you feel a little on edge, "Sir?."  "This weekend you will accompany me out." He spoke his voice sounding characteristically unstable which made you arch a brow in confusion. "Accompa-." "It's business." He lied threw his teeth, you still looked confused but nodded slowly. "O-Okay?."  "That is all sorella." 

Nodding still weirded out by the suddenness of this weekend's business, either way, it would be time away from the Ministry out and about. Your attention went back to your work sorting and stamping the stamp having Secondo's signature on it to make things move quicker. The day seemed to move quicker, thank Lucifer that it did you still felt weird about Secondo's words when was the last time that any of the Papa's conducted business outside of the Ministry? As the day came to a close you stood outside as Secondo locked his office door his attention turning to you.

 "I look forward to this weekend sorella." His hand creased your cheek leather clad thumb rubbing over your bottom lip your eyes looking up into that cold intense stare he always seemed to have that always made you feel so tiny and helpless and you hated the fact it made the little pit in your stomach start to burn as your cheeks gained a hint of pink. Secondo seemed to notice this and flashed one of his award-winning smirks. "On second thought Sorella, why not stop by my room, for a drink sì?." Those gloved fingers of his ran down along the column of your neck that smirk turning into a grin feeling your throat bounce with a swallow, head nodding unconsciously. "A drink sounds nice after a long day of work." You replied with a sweet smile as Secondo rested a hand on your lower back directing you toward his room.

From around one of the corners, Copia peeked watching as Secondo walked with you something new stirred inside of him, jealousy? was he jealous that Secondo had you all day and now probably all night? with hands shoved into his pockets, the Cardinal walked away back to his dorm room you were his best friend he should get more time with you damn it, in his mind he marched to Secondo's room and kicked open the door swept you off your feet carrying you away. In reality, though he plopped down and continued his save file on Driving Miss Daisy a bowl of melting gelato beside him. 

Back in Secondo's room drinks had been forgotten the Emeritus had you pinned against the wall chest to chest his hands gripping your naked ass holding you up, your legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck his strong hips crashing into yours, condom covered cock abusing your pussy with each slam. Secondo smothered his face into your neck covering your skin in a smudgy mix of his paint and saliva. "S-Sec-Secondo!- I- I'm so close!." You gasped out. "sì sì cum for me little lamb." He panted into your ear between the angle of Secondo's thrusts and his words it all pushed you over the edge your body letting loose an orgasm that left you shaking. "Oh Cara Mia, we are just getting started." The Emeritus hummed pulling out of you and moving you to the couch giving you a shove and making you fall over the arm. 

"Hey what was that-!."  You gasped silently as his hand came down to rest against the back of your neck holding you down against the cushions his free hand moved to grab the base of his cock moving the organ to tap against your hard swollen clit twice before tracing your slit. Looking forward you saw a body-length mirror you could see the wild look in those mismatched eyes, the hunger the look of pure pleasure on his face as he slammed into you entirely making you scream against the cushions you watched yourself get fucked by this devil of a man. 'Fuck' was chanted from your lips each time his hips slammed into you, Secondo holding you down was setting your core a blaze soon you both came together bodies shaking as you both reached your ends the Emeritus pulled out of you his hand being pulled away from your neck as he went to dispose of the condom. 

When he returned you were slipping your clothes back on and gathering your things.  "Cara, what are you doing?."  "Getting ready to leave." He stared at you for a good moment, oh yeah whenever you and he had your little romps you left or he told you to leave. "Unno- you could stay?.. if you. want?."  Secondo spoke his voice sounding uncharacteristically unsure and slow-spoken, Your brow arched at the Emeritus as he leaned against the door frame to his bedroom or as he liked to call it his 'bed chamber'. Secondo was delighted when you slowly put your things down. "Okay- sure I suppose?."  Taking a seat on the couch again Secondo tilted his head.  "Dolcezza, what are you doing?."  "Laying down for bed?."  "No no no, you shall sleep in Il mio letto with me." You arched a brow confused.  "My bed with me."  "Oh!."  Your face gained a hue of red. "Yes, I'd like that." Standing from the couch you headed towards his room however a hand held out stopped you from entering you looked up at him huffy what in the seven hells was up with this man? 

"Mia cara clothes do not belong in the bed."  That red on your face grew darker and even more so at his next word.  "Strip, then join me." Turning away from you he headed to the connected bathroom to clean his face of paint, pressing your lips together in a thin line you started to do just that folding and setting your clothes aside along with all your rings and grucifix necklace. When Secondo came back from the bathroom with a clean face you had to stare he always looked so different with no holy paint on a pleased look crossing his face seeing you bare without a word he climbed into his bed the covers being lifted for you this still felt a little weird, to intimate none the less you slipped into bed your back to his chest. 

A breath was sucked in through your nose as he laid an arm over you curling around your waist to bring you closer his nose nestled in your hair your face growing warm as you felt his cock against you the organ half hard. "The things you do to me." His tired gruff voice whispered against your ear sending shivers down your spine, there was something about having his strong naked body pressed up against yours and the possessive hold he had on you. Your mind went blank your hair was moved from your neck a kiss was pressed there the kiss was followed by an eager tongue that followed your life vein, his movements were slow and tender Secondo's hand drifted down along your naked body until it rested between your legs his skilled fingers finding your clit making you gasp his name.  

A grin curved its way onto his face now this he could do, he could be in control Secondo's clean face smothered into your neck as his pointer and middle fingers slipped inside of you arching up making your hips arch back making to ass press against his now erect cock his fingers moving slowly inside of you at first then speeding up to bring you to another orgasm. Just when you thought he was done Secondo pushed his hips forward rubbing his cock against your wet lips. "Squeeze my cock with your thighs baby." 'Baby' the word made your heart flutter as you dod as he asked squeezing your thighs closed and making the Emeritus gasp his hips bucking before finding a rhythm fucking your thighs while his hands wandered along your body until one took claim to your neck making you look him in the eyes his other rolled your clit overstimulating your poor body. 

A kiss is pressed to your lips as you both cum together his seed decorating your sex and thighs. Once you both had come down from your highs Secondo changed the sheets and blankets, cleaning yourselves up which turned into a quickie in the shower by the time you both hit the bed you were exhausted, this time you faced each other soft kisses being shared you never knew a side like this could exist within this man one last lip-smacking kiss and the two of you fell asleep.  

You were awoken by the sound of an alarm that was not yours the room was still dark aside from the few little rays of morning sunlight that managed to get past the black-out curtains grumbling to turn into the warm body that was next to you as a heavy hand turned the alarm off. "Buongiorno." Secondo's groggy voice spoke a hand rubbing one of his eyes watching as you sat up seeing a few bruises from the night before decorating your skin, a mark. "We have to get ready." You yawned your voice groggy. "Wait- fuck I don't have any clothes here aside from-."  

You looked at yesterday's clothing.  "Could always dress in mine sorella." The Emeritus smirked as he stood up.  "Please, I would vanish in your clothes."  He shrugged before getting washed up, you following redressing in yesterday's clothes as much as you hated it you couldn't exactly run around the Ministry naked.  He left first and then you after a few minutes had passed so things wouldn't look too obvious that was when you saw Copia, smiling you rushed past a few siblings to catch up with the Cardinal. 

"Hey, you!." You greeted him with a smile, one that he returned after his initial shock and nonsensical noises. "B-Buongiorno sister!" He greeted back trying hard to keep calm, cool, and collected so you wouldn't notice the light dusting of red on his cheeks as you walked together.  "I heard Papa is coming back from his tour today."  "Sì Sì he is, it won't be as quiet around here when Terzo gets back."  You chuckled shaking your head. 

"Oh come on he's not that bad- well okay maybe he is but hey the quietness will be gone." You tried to sound optimistic though you both knew as soon as Terzo got back he would bring all his dramatics with him. Copia looked at you from the corner of his eye trying to figure out how you were so- calm knowing that just a few days ago he was- inside you and you calling out his name, the thoughts hit that man like a ton of bricks his biretta being pulled from atop his head and held in front of him attempting to hide his shame while he walked with you silently. You tapped his arm almost sending the cardinal into a heart attack his eyes wide. 

You arched a brow chuckling. "You're jumpy today, anyway this is where we have to part ways." Copia watched as you nodded to Secondo's office. "Ah!, sì sì sì of course of course I will see you, later at lunch yes?."  You giggled which made his face redder. "Of course Copia, you better hurry you know how Sister hates to be kept waiting." The Cardinal nodded watching as you vanished into the office a sign passing his lips. "See you... mi amore."  Copia whispered staring at the door for a few minutes longer before heading off, stopping by the restroom first to take care of himself the last thing he needed was for Sister to see him with a boner. 

Getting into the restroom he hurried to one of the back stalls closing and locking it quickly he couldn't waste any time in fear that one of the siblings could walk in hiking the bottom of his cassock up to his midsection gloved hands unbuckling his belt and pulling the zipper one glove being pulled off. Taking a seat on the toilet, spitting into his non gloved hand before wrapping it around his erection mismatched eyes closing as he pumped his fist along his length picturing that it was your hand jerking him off. 

Copia's mind fell back to that night where you'd 'helped him' how your throat felt, your tongue-.  The Cardinal paused in mid-stroke as he heard the door open a couple of siblings talking about the return of Papa, Copia rolled his eyes as he grabbed his biretta biting down on it as he jerked himself quicker he could just picture you there on his lap bouncing on his dick your lovely cries of pleasure, the feel of your weight coming down onto his lap the bounce of your beautiful tits biting harder he came, his seed landing on the floor. 

Once he got his bearings Copia cleaned up his mess and fixed himself up his making himself presentable before leaving and heading to Nihil's office to start his duties for him and Sister, the Cardinal was confused upon opening the door seeing Nihil, Sister Imperator, Primo and Sister Gemma all together. "Ah- hello there?."  Copia spoke as Imperator turned around clapping her hands together. "Cardinal just in time! we have some excellent news, now we are waiting on only one other-." There was a knock at the door. "Ah!, shes here!."  All turned to the door it was none other than- you, you walked into the door seeing all the eyes on you. "Hi?." You squeaked out coming to stand next to Copia who stood a bit straighter looking back to the group. 

"You called for me Sister?." You asked giving a smile and waving at Primo who waved back. "Yes, I did you see." Imperator motioned towards Gemma. "It finally happened, Sister Gemma is with child." Both Primo and Nihil's chests puffed in pride, Nihil the fact his son knocked his Prime Mover up and Primo because he'd finally have his own little one running around, he'd save his worries for another day this day was one for celebration Primo took Gemma's hand in his a kiss pressed to her knuckles looking lovingly at her Primo's free hand resting on her midsection. "And that is why I called you in Sister," Imperator spoke her hands resting behind her back. "I  am assigning you to Sister Gemma to assist her throughout her pregnancy."  You were shocked it took you a minute to find your words.  "What about Secondo?." 

"He's a big boy, he can do his paperwork, now that things have slowed down a little."  That meant you would be apart from him for quite some time you would be moved to the East Wing dorms, Gemma parted from Primo moving to take your hands in her own. "Sister, I appreciate this as I appreciate you and trust you the most I am excited to have you by our sides."  You couldn't help but smile Gemma was always so nice even when you were a kid the amount of scrapes knees and arms she's kissed and made better was uncountable, Sister Gemma honestly was like a real sister. You gave her hands a light squeeze. "Thank you, it is truly an honor." 

"Now with that being said." Imperator started. "About your housing, since that part of the Ministry will soon be under renovations you will be rooming with the Cardinal."  Both you and Copia choked on your saliva at the same time. "What?." You both spoke in unison. --To be continued-- Tag List: @thesoundresoundsecho , @xpapaemeritus

[cupfullofpapas]

Second Vol in The Assistant series: In the arms of a Devil Rated: E F/M Cardinal Copia x F!Reader Papa Emeritus IV x F!Reader Also read it on my Ao3 here Previous Vol. : The Assistant

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4: Gearing up to roll out

Time seemed to speed up after you got back to the Abbey, back into the fast pace of your work, Gemma was due to pop any day now so Sister had her relocated from the Prime Movers Den to sick bay, goulettes who were specifically trained to bring forth a Papa's child into the world were kept nearby alongside two of the older Sisters of Sin, Vittoria and Sofia. The whole Ministry was buzzing with excitement about a new Emeritus, who if it was a boy would one day become the next Papa but if it were a girl she would become one of the many siblings of sin.

While most were hoping for a boy Primo didn't care if the baby was a boy or girl as long as they were healthy. The oldest Emeritus brother had been the fatherly figure for his two younger brothers Secondo and Terzo so it was no surprise when children were left on the step of the ministry or found alone on the street he was quick to take them under his wing, raising them with his wife Gemma. Primo loved and adored the many children that he had taken in there was no doubt about that, treating them all as if they had come from his own loins. But this child would truly be from his seed, a child between him and his beloved Prime Mover and wife.

"Dolcezza." Came the voice of your Cardinal as his arms wrapped around you from behind his chest pressed against your back, Copia wasn't afraid or put off by public affection in fact he encouraged it, you were his and he wanted everyone to know it. "Looks like Gem is about to pop, eh?." You nodded leaning back against him enjoying the embrace as he slowly swayed you both from side to side. "Sister called me to do some photos for Gennaio would you like to come with me?." You paused looking up at him. "Gennaio?." You questioned.

"Uhh… eh.. th-th- the first month in the New Year" "Oh! January." "Sì sì!… uhh… Jan-ua-ree." You couldn't help the laugh that slipped past your lips as Copia tried to repeat after you though his thick accent made it a little tough for him, you turned around in his arms to face him.

"Gold star for effort." You giggled leaning up to catch his lips feeling the man practically melt against you as he kissed you back once, twice a third on the fourth you both seemed to forget that you were standing in the hall of the Abbey, Copia had you pinned to the wall your arms wrapped around his neck as your lips molded together while your tongues danced.

At that moment Secondo had turned down the hall on his way to visit his sister-in-law, Sister Emilia at his side going over a few documents quietly chattering to herself. When his mismatched eyes landed on you and the Cardinal his blood boiled. Not so much over the fact that you weren't his anymore but the fact that you chose a pathetic Cardinal over him, a man of unholy valor. He was about to lash out until he felt a hand on his forearm. Emilia shook her head her dark curls bouncing those soft hazel eyes staring pleadingly up at him, it made the man visibly deflate letting her lead him to the other doorway. Secondo looked down at her hand clasped around his gloved one admiring the size difference between them. Emilia was a petite yet chubby woman with perfect birthing hips, ample breasts, and an ass that Secondo sometimes found himself staring at longer than he intended to.

Slowly Copia broke the kiss with a smack of your lips, staying close enough to where they were barely touching, his breathing deep and cheeks dusted with a light pink. "R-Ready bella?." He asked his voice barely a whisper as your lips made the tiniest brush against each other. "Yeah, yeah let's get going." You replied breathlessly as you took your Cardinal's hand walking with him to one of the meeting rooms in the South Wing, Sister stood against the open door like a teacher waiting to greet their students. "I'm glad you could make it, I only called you a half hour ago Cardi." Her voice dripped with sarcasm as Copia gave Imperator an apologetic look before he apologized several times in a row.

"Alright, alright get in here." She spoke as she ushered both of you into the room dragging Copia to the set up for the photos. "Now, Cardi I and Papa Nihil have thought about something that will- rile our followers up, make them both fear and respect you." Nihil chimed in. "Because let's face it you are as intimidating as that stupid cat poster in your room." Copia's face deadpanned the man slouching forward. "Thanks for pointing that out, Papa." sarcasm dripped from his words. "Enough." Sister spoke holding up a CVS bag. "This will help you." Reaching into the bag Sister Imperator pulled out Terzo's head, you were stunned into silence Copia shouted as he stumbled backward falling onto the floor. "S-S-SISTER?!?!?!"

Imperator rolled her eyes "Oh for the love of- it's fake." She tossed it to Copia who caught it and immediately dropped the fake severed head onto his chest the lifeless eyes staring at him, Copia poked the head a few times before determining that Sister was telling the truth.

"Uhhh… Sister….. why do you… why do you even have this?." The Cardinal asked as you helped him up from the floor making a face as he passed you the fake head, to your surprise it was heavy, made of wax. looking across the room you saw a child basketball hoop suctioned up to the door, you looked from the head to the hoop and back… you wondered if you could… no… no you shouldn't… but the noise you pictured the head making as it hit the floor almost made you laugh.

Luckily Sister took the fake Terzo head before the intrusive thoughts won you over, handing it back to Copia. "We also need to discuss your first tour, album, and how things are going to work and go, and the budget, now as for the ghoul masks there isn't much time to come up with a redesign but we have made a slight alteration to them alongside producing one specifically for the ghoulettes." Both you and the Cardinal stared at her not being able to believe that she had said that all in one breath.

"Now! Pictures!." She called out making Copia jump a little almost dropping Terzo's head, sitting back you watched as Sister moved him around positioning him like some living doll. He gave small noises of discomfort a random 'ow' here and there, which was sometimes accompanied by a 'god dammit'. "Now Cardi I need you to look angry and serious." He tried but ended up looking like an awkward mess, Nihil's laughter in the background didn't help him either. "Come on…Uhg!… god damn it Cardi more anger!." "I can't Sister!, I can't fake that level of-."

"Bello." You called to him catching his attention quickly. "Think of that night Terzo flirted with me." Copia was silent for a moment remembering. Terzo's smart ass comments, the insults that were directed at him… the way that Stronzo put his arm around you so freely… Oh….oh that did it, the look Copia gave was deadly, serious, and dangerous. "Perfect Cardi!, perfect." Sister spoke as she took the photos an additional one that had Nihil in the background. You had to shift in your chair and swallow the saliva pooling in your mouth or you'd be drooling. the intense stare of your Cardinals eyes… sweet Satan you were wet.

As soon as the photos were done Copia sauntered across the room stopping when he stood in front of you. The Cardinal's gloved hands cupped both your cheeks his lips meeting yours, kissing you with enough force to pin you and the chair back against the wall. You silently thanked Lucifer that the chair was against the wall or you knew both of you would have taken a tumble from the force, this kiss was an act of dominance.

He was silently telling you, you were his and he'd allow no other to have you or touch you and damn it, it made you weak. When Sister finally let you both leave, happy with the results Copia practically dragged you to the nearest free hidden space which happened to be one of the supply closets.

Once inside you turned from him to lock the door you didn't get a chance to turn around, Copia was already pressed against your back. You made a soft noise of discomfort as his grucifix dug into you, Copia pulled the chained symbol from around his neck and hung it onto one of the supply shelves.

"B-babe-." You gasped as you felt him grinding against your ass, his cassock doing little to hide his thick arousal, Copia's gloved hands slid down your sides until he gripped your soft thick hips hard enough to no doubt leave marks behind.

"Forgive me bene mio," Copia spoke against the back of your ear. "But that thought has done more to me than just anger me." His voice was thick with lust and need. "I need you right now Tesoro." Copia's hand came up to cup your clothed breasts squeezing them tightly through the fabric of your habit, his gloved fingers rolling over your clothed hard nipples before leaving them to take hold of your wrists lifting and placing your hands on the door.

"Don't move piccolina." The Cardinal spoke as he lowered himself behind you his gloved hands sliding up your legs slowly, lifting the skirt of your habit with it. Your face was dusted red as your Cardinal moved you just a little so that you were leaning, enough so that your skirt would rest on your lower back and not fall back down. A shaky breath passed your lips as you felt the leather of his gloves slide over your clothed ass. "So full and beautiful…." "Copia…" you whined quietly. "Shush principessa." You could hear him inhale as he breathed in your scent, his fingers hooking into your panties and pulling them down exposing your perfect round ass and pussy to him, your face grew warmer as you heard him growl quietly. "Bellissima."

You were about to speak his name again your mouth opened however the only thing that came out was a strangled gasp as you felt his tongue slide along your wet slit. Your Cardinal's hands moving from your hips his thumbs parting the soft lips of your pussy. His tongue danced against your opening moving up, down, and side to side.

"Oh…Oh fuck Copia." You gasped your legs parting a bit more on instinct the move getting an appreciative growl from your Cardinal, as he dined on you. His hands moved away from you to tug at his belt, you heard the pulling of his zipper as his erection sprung free from his pants. Pulling back he palmed your sex covering his hand with both his saliva and your slick to use, the thought of it made your inner walls clench as you heard the slick noises from both his tongue swirling inside of you and the wet leather as he stroked his engorged length.

Your moans were joined by his muffled ones as you were approaching your end, you could feel that pressure starting to wind up inside of you like a spring about to pop.

Finally, with the last flicker of his tongue against your sensitive clit you came. Your hand cupped over your mouth as you pushed back against that wonderfully talented tongue moaning his name. Copia cleaned up the mess dripping along your legs while you came down from your pleasure high.

Panting you felt Copia stand up behind you, his throbbing erection bouncing against your wet folds.

"C-Condom?." You asked breathlessly, it was a good thing you were turned away from him or you would have seen the man desperately searching himself for protection, only to realize that he didn't have any on him. his harsh 'Ah shit' answered your question, you could feel him throb against your clit making you bite your lip.

For Copia, he was so hard that it was starting to hurt and drive him crazy, almost pushing him to the brink of actually risking pumping his seed into you or trying the pullout method. "Cara Mia I don't have any on me, but I need you so bad." His voice was low and sounded pleading hoping you would give in.

"Don’t talk nonsense.." You whispered looking back at him. "M-Mi dispiace, Sorella." He muffled against your shoulder leaning up you moved enough so that the skirt of your habit fell back down, well somewhat the fabric had hooked onto your Cardinals erected cock making him gasp and give an involuntary buck of his hips.

"I can simply return the favor" you giggled. "Eh..?" Sinking to your knees Copia wheezed as he watched your sinful tongue lick at the tip of his cockhead pressing against his slit. "Ah-… at least one of us is thinking with the correct h-EAD!." Copia gasped loudly as you sucked him in completely his tip nestled lovingly inside your throat his hands going to rest on the door.

"M-Merda, ragazza birichina, si…cara ." Copia gasped out one hand leaving the door only to weave itself into your hair as you sucked him, it didn't take long for him to reach his end having been so worked up. Copia pinned your head against the door with his hips as he came his hot sticky seed hitting the back of your throat in thick ropes, Copia's head laid back his biretta falling and landing on the floor.

Slowly he pulled back his softening cock falling free from your mouth a thin line of spittle and cum connected your lips to him, breaking in seconds to land on your chin. Copia's hands moved to stuff himself back into his pants as you pulled your panties back into place.

A giggle left your mouth as your Cardinal wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you against himself, his head dipping to press a kiss to your lips tasting the faint hint of himself on them. Before the kiss could deepen and require a 'round 2' you both left out of the supply closet hand in hand.

Time seemed to move at a fast pace again in the blink of an eye it was the night before your Cardinal's first tour. Stepping out of the bathroom with his towel wrapped around his waist Copia went over everything.. or tried to his nerves were starting to show. "Eh… keys.. keys… where the hell-. " "Hanging up Caro." You spoke from your place on the couch looking at one of Marmalade's new babies watching the little pink bean crawl around in your hand, you and Copia were still thinking about names he had already named one 'Rolie Polie' given the baby rat always liked to roll around. Getting up you gently placed the baby back with its mother after affectionately naming the little life 'Gelato', closing the cage you turned to face him, your man currently fast-paced walking through the dorm room in nothing but fuzzy slippers and a towel around his waist cursing in his native tongue. You made your way to your Cardinal your hands being placed on his shoulders.

"Copia, just breathe okay? and besides I think the keys should be the last of your worries I mean, hun you aren't even dressed yet." Copia froze for a moment and looked down at himself seeing only a towel wrapped around his waist for the moment, once he acknowledged it the thing fell onto the floor leaving the poor man in nothing but those fuzzy slippers.

"Cara Mia." The words were spoken in utter defeat as your Cardinal rested his forehead against yours with a sigh passing his lips, there was a lot on his mind. The tour, how the masses and followers would react knowing full well that Terzo had been a fan favorite, how he was going to get control of the ghouls and ghoulettes given the fact he hadn't earned his unholy skull paint yet, and then there was you…

He would have to be away from you for so long what if something happened? What if someone hurt you? Went after you? what if someone….better came along…someone more handsome… less awkward? You saw him staring off in the distance again in silent panic, frowning you placed your hands on his cheeks making him look and focus on you. "Copia, everything will be fine, okay?" "But sorella-" "No buts."

You could see the turmoil in his eyes, this was something he wanted but also he didn't want to leave your side. That was when it hit you the memory of his words at the hotel weeks back…

" Each time I thought a sorella or fratello loved me, and wanted to be with me they always chose Terzo or Secondo.." It made your heart ache for him and you couldn't be mad at him for assuming or thinking you'd leave him given that was all he knew, what he'd been through, for a moment you wondered…

Just how many times had your Cardinal's trust been broken? how many times had he wept over rejection? how many tears had he shed alone?

It made your bottom lip wobble thinking about this man before you curled up in bed crying with a broken and battered heart just wanting to be loved, to love, and to matter. With no warning, you reached out and pulled him into a tight embrace hearing him gasp in surprise. "C-Cara?." Copia asked looking down at you his eyes widening when he saw the shine of unshed tears in your eyes. "Dolcezza, what is wrong? Are you alright? did I step on your foot?." He asked looking down only to be taken by surprise as your lips met his once again, this kiss had him freeze in his spot… the amount of passion that you had placed in this kiss, the amount of love you had for your Cardinal, baring your feelings so easily had even shocked you a little bit.

His arms wrapped around you hugging you tight against his naked chest while your hands slid up to rest on his shoulders. Copia slowly walked you back until you felt the cool of the wall press against you. Soft hums were shared into the kisses. "Mmmm.. you know, Tesoro I am going to be gone for a while… I'm going to miss this lovely body of yours from the top of your pretty head to the tips of your dainty toes… let me have tonight, tonight to worship you Principessa."

Your Cardinal whispered as he kissed his way from your lips to your throat, with those soft kisses you both worked your way down the hall to the bedroom. Copia gently laid you down on the bed his slippers had been kicked off by the door leaving the man naked and at attention. You gave a pleased sigh as you felt his hands trace your clothed frame before slowly removing those clothes one garment at a time. His moves were slow, hungry mismatched green, and white eyes were filled with desire as your skin was bared to him. He was only undressing you but your heart was racing, your face warm it felt so intimate as he stared down at you.

When your chest was bare each heavy breast laid to the side, the way he stared at you in awe, as if you were a priceless portrait made your face flush even more. A veil of shyness fell over you as your hands moved over your chest covering yourself from his view, your face turned away from him. The move only got a chuckle from Copia as his hand gently cupped your cheek turning your attention back to him. "Why do you hide from me principessa?."

Right, why hide from him? he'd seen your body before and it's not like it was your first time with him but.. the way he looked at you, not even Secondo looked at you like that. "I… I.." You spoke but couldn't form a reason nor a sentence and you didn't fight him as your Cardinal took possession of your wrists moving your hands away from your breast. "Bellezza, you have the body of a goddess." Copia's voice was above a whisper as he leaned in pressing a soft kiss to the center of your chest before selecting a nipple to take between his lips. Suckling on the erect tip, that sinful tongue of his swirling around it before switching to the other to show it an equal amount of attention. Leaning back his hands kneaded your breast feeling how soft and warm they were in his grip. "Cara mia you have such soft warm perfect breasts" He whispered squishing the mounds together so he could take both of your nipples into his mouth at once.

The move got a gasp from you feeling his tongue lavish both at once. "A…Ah, shit-" You gasped your hands gripping the bed sheets below as Copia continued his relentless attack on your poor sensitive nipples. Finally, with a wet pop he let them go making your head fall back against the pillow your eyes closed. You felt his lips and nose brush down the length of your abdomen. "So soft and lovely." He pressed a flurry of kisses against your belly making you giggle and laugh out his name before he moved on to rid you of your skirt and panties. You watched his eyes roll back as they closed while taking a deep inhale of your scent. "Sorella… your scent alone makes me harder than stone." He muttered having the erection to prove it, the organ visibly throbbing the veins running along the side and bottom were more pronounced. You opened your mouth to speak but were shushed by him. "Ah, ah shush shush, tesoro." Copia smiled you were about to speak when he flopped his face between your legs pushing his tongue as deep inside of you as he could get, making all the words that were about to leave your mouth turn into a long-winded moan.

He ate you like you were his last meal, like a man that had been stranded in the desert for weeks and your cunt was the water he desperately craved, his mouth made your hips arch up against his face as you called out for him. "Copia!." You moaned your moans only increased as he added his fingers to the mix, the Cardinal slipping his middle and index fingers into you thrusting them in and out as fast as he could driving you crazy. You couldn't even make a sentence as you wiggled and squirmed crying out in pleasure, It was all over for you once he latched onto your clit while his fingers continued to be thrust into you. "I..I… Car… Cum!."

You yelled out as your body spasmed your mouth a gape in a silent scream, Copia drank you in his tongue lapping at your entrance getting as much of your release as he could your walls throbbed, and your legs shook after such a strong orgasm. Moving up along your body his lips pressed against yours groaning as his cock throbbed and bounced against your wet lips, reaching over Copia pulled at the nightstand drawer which pulled the lamp cord making the thing fall onto the floor. "Ah shit" He muffled against your lips while his hand frantically dug around in the drawer for a condom.

Blindly passing the opened box he gave a grumble. "Where is it?" Reaching further his fingers finally felt the edge of one of the foil packages that was in the back of the drawer. Copia pulled it out with a 'taa-daa' making you giggle.

Opening the package he rolled it over his erection. Leaning back the Cardinal lifted one of your legs to rest against his shoulder while he guided his cock to your heat, as soon as his cock head touched your warmth his head fell back with a pleased sigh as your pussy welcomed him inside.

Your hands moved to rest on his abdomen once he was completely inside of you, Copia bit his bottom lip looking down at you seeing that pretty face twisted into pleasure, there was still the feeling of overwhelming joy that you chose him. "Così bella, sei pronta cara mia?." He asked his voice shaky with both desire and need. Nodding you gasped as he pulled almost completely out, only to push back into you making you moan his name, your hands grabbing onto the bed sheets below.

In no time you both found a rhythm moving together until Copia practically pinned your knees to your chest, his lips parted panting as he slammed into you with more force. Words were lost to both of you replaced with moans, groans, and grunts of pleasure. Letting go of your legs Copia leaned over you his half-lidded mismatched eyes staring into yours as he fucked you, your arms wrapped around him pulling your Cardinal into a kiss.

"Fuck baby I'm close!." You moaned feeling the pressure build up right to the edge. "Sì, sì, yes cum cara mia cum all over my cock!." Copia groaned as his thrusts became more erratic his brow furrowed and eyes closed as he lost himself in the heat of pleasure, doing all he could to keep hearing your pretty cries the bed creaking loudly you swore you heard a crack. When you came everything around you faded away into a bright light, your hearing muffled as you felt wave after wave of orgasmic bliss run up and down your body, you heard the faint cry of your Cardinal as he came the condom catching his sticky hot seed. You were still in a daze when he collapsed on top of you, your arms lazily wrapped around him holding him there while you both savored the afterglow of your lovemaking.

Copia was reluctant to move from you but he knew he couldn't just lay there not like that at least, he pulled out of you slowly disposing of the condom, and grabbed you both a drink and a bag of chips from the cabinet once he returned to the bed you snuggled up talking and munching before settling in for the night in each other's arms.

Finally, daylight came, and with daylight came the departure of the band on their tour. As equipment was being loaded Copia was checking over the last few items just making sure he had everything they needed. The last of the instruments that needed to be loaded into the trailer was Mountain's drum set, of course you were there to bid your Cardinal goodbye for now, Copia took your hands into his.

"Well tesoro, this is it…" "Copia," she spoke his name lovingly your hand cupping his cheek. "It's only for a few months, not forever." "But a few months will feel like forever Cara." Your Cardinal argued to which you only giggled his name before leaning in to capture his lips. "Copia you have a cellphone correct?." "Sì, it is old, but still works, why?." "Can you video chat on it?" "Yes, Sorella where is this going?." "Duh, silly! we can video chat while you're on the road!." Copia's eyes lit up. "Oh!, why didn't I think of that." "Because you were too busy overthinking and overreacting." you sang out the words before laughing as Copia placed his hands on his hips trying to think of a comeback or anything for that matter, but nothing came to mind the only thing that passed his lips was a defeated sounding 'god damnit'. You both jumped as the bus roared to life. "Come on Cardinal!." Dew shouted while hanging out the door only to be yanked back in by Mountain for a small lecture about safety. "Cara Mia." He started. "I will call you when we reach the hotel." Copia smiled as he gently pulled you against himself for a tight hug, holding you for a good few minutes to memorize how you felt in his arms. His lips found yours the kiss deep and soft, it would be the last one for the next couple of months after all and your Cardinal wanted to savor it. Dew jumped in front of the driver and slammed on the horn making the new front man grumble. "Until then, bene mio." "Until then, amore" you replied watching as your Cardinal's face went two shades of red a large goofy grin on his face, he watched you even as Dew grabbed his arm and made the man stumble back before getting dragged onto the bus.

"Così bella, sei pronta cara mia?." - "So beautiful, are you ready my dear?." Principessa - princess Piccolina - little one Bene mio - my happiness "M-Merda, ragazza birichina, si…cara ." - “S-Shit, naughty girl, yes…dear.”

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Added a crappy edited bg and some silly little lighting attempts 🫠

Please just let the man have his gloves so he can perform his retired anti-pope duties

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Confessional - Cardinal Copia x F!Reader [Part 3]

Summary: At the request of Papa Emeritus III, you return to your duties around the Ministry, but when he reminds you of your absence from confessional in the past month, he asks you to return to where it all started...

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Word Count: 12k (lol wtf sorry guys this one ran away from me...)

Warnings: Pillow Humping, cunnilingus, panty-sniffing kink (once again, the glove returns...), honestly Copia just gets more pathetic in this part, vaginal fingering, premature ejaculation, cum eating, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, dirty talk (a lot of it...), lots of feelings, idiots to lovers

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

ALSO AVAILABLE ON AO3

A/N: Guys... thank you all SO MUCH. The love for this fic has been bigger than I ever thought, and genuinely my heart is so full whenever I get a comment, a reblog, a message about it. I hope this is worth the wait, I know it's literally double the length of the other chapters but I really wanted you to enjoy and immerse yourself - there needed to be a decent enough pay-off after all the pining and angst 😂 Special thanks to @her-satanic-wiles for the beta reading and encouragement, and to @adinferix for their help with the Italian translation!

Copia had sworn to himself that he wouldn’t think of you today. Last night had been the last time. No, really.... He swore it. The moment he decided? When he’d woken up, face down in his pillows – after a night of self-indulgence that included another long-since dirtied and discarded pillow... - and realised that there was something stuck to his face.  

Your glove.     It had taken at least 25 minutes for the red imprint of that floral pattern to fade away from the pale skin across his cheek, and he’d been mortified - especially when brushing his teeth, having to stare at himself in the mirror with that pattern taunting him. He may as well have written “PERVERT” in sharpie across his cheek instead, for all the shame it brought him. 

That pattern was the reason for the Cardinal’s tardiness to his seminar that day, the man scurrying down the halls and checking his reflection in any and every passing surface possible to be sure that there was no longer an intrusive red flower burned into his pale skin.  

When he reached his classroom, everyone had taken to their seats already, some chattering away with each other as they waited, others impatiently tapping their feet or pencils with each passing second. Copia slunk into the classroom, muttering apologies with his eyes trained on the floor to avoid the death glares of the siblings who took their studies just a touch too seriously.  

Without further ado, the Cardinal began to make some notes on the chalkboard at the front of the classroom. The chalk squeaked against the board, some of the siblings in the room whining incredulously at the sound and the chatter ceasing as if he’d done it deliberately to shush them.  

“Okie dokie, we will look today to focus on Latin pronunciation, and-” the Cardinal froze as he turned back to the class, eyes settling on a figure in the back corner.  

He must have been dreaming...   

There you sat, in your most conservative habit possible – purposefully changing after your meeting with Terzo that morning, your guilt for derailing the Cardinal in the confessional booth forcing you out of your impressive ensemble meant to manipulate Papa. 

Coming to Copia’s seminar was not a choice; you just desperately didn’t want Papa to bring Sister Imperator into this or get yourself in any more trouble. Terzo had spared you a punishment and you weren’t to take this for granted. So, you’d made sure you arrived with a group of other siblings, pushing through into the seminar room and plonking yourself in the very back corner in the hope he wouldn’t see you. 

But of course, he saw you. As if his body was magnetically drawn towards you, you were the first he laid his eyes on.  

You avoided his gaze, scribbling something down on the paper in front of you to look busy. You hadn’t missed his cut off sentence as his eyes settled on you, nor the lingering silence as you scribbled.  

‘Say something, Cardinal... Please say something. I can’t bear this...’ you thought, the seconds ticking by.  

“Mi dispiace (I’m sorry), I lost my train of thought for a moment. Pronunciation, sì, that’s where we were. Okay...” he shook his head, returning his attention to the class. He couldn’t focus on you now, couldn’t jeopardise himself that way. One wrong move, and you may disappear for another four weeks, or worse, and Satanas, he’d never forgive himself. That was not the kind of hell he wished to endure.  

Throughout the seminar, he would steal quick glances in your direction, as if making sure you were indeed still there, that you were real. Trying to find you before now had been like trying to catch smoke... downright impossible. His guilt gnawed at him like an insect burrowing into his skin, shame creeping over him each time he saw you staring down at your page.  

You didn’t want to be here, that much was clear to him. He’d made you uncomfortable, avoiding him... It stung him more than it should. 

“I... I think we’re done for today, classe (class) . Good job, molto bene (very good),” he fussed over the book on his desk as the class rose from their seats, gathering their things and heading for the door. In a moment of what he would describe as idiocy, he called out, “Uh, Sorella ______? Could I just...”  

But you were gone.   

Copia felt like a moron, embarrassed and pining over you as he watched you leave so quickly, quite obviously running from him. All he wanted to do was to apologise, to make you feel like you didn’t have to hide from him anymore. But you were that repulsed by him that you fled at the first chance you could.  

He huffed, dropping into his chair at his desk as the room emptied. He thought it over for a moment – you didn’t want to be in his class, and yet you came anyway. Why?  

Terzo... He had noticed your absence, questioned the Cardinal over it... Perhaps he’d told you to return to your duties, punished you...   

And that was all his fault. He’d upset you so much you’d avoided your duties, hidden yourself away. You were so repulsed by him that you couldn’t even look at him anymore. His sweet, most innocent Sorella…  

The Sorella who used to smile at him in the hallways, no matter who she was walking with.   

The Sorella who never missed a seminar he was hosting.   

The Sorella who only ever confessed on a Thursday, during his duty.   

The Sorella who kept stealing glances at him as his brothers performed Black Mass.  

Not anymore.  

How silly of him to think there was ever any chance you might not hate him. How silly of him to think you might actually be attracted to him, that you could be at all interested in the blithering idiot Cardinale who still reads Beano comics and relaxes with a Juicebox and video games at the end of the working week.  

Copia was always brushed to the side, never good enough for a woman as wonderful as you, as beautiful as you.  

How daft he felt, and how sick he felt knowing how he had defiled your trust – and continued to do so every. fucking. night. Behind your back, in the shame of his private quarters. 

Perverted old Cardinale Copia...  

Those moans, oh how he could write a symphony with those moans. They sounded so visceral and somehow so melodic rolling from your tongue as his rolled against your heat. And Sathanas, the taste... he devoured that sweetness like it was his last meal on Death Row. Your hands clutching his hair scraped their nails against his scalp and he growled into your mound with a deep vibration that drew more sweet, sweet moans from your lips.   

With two gloved fingers, he breached your walls and with expert precision, he found the spot only you had found yourself – no previous lovers ever able to satiate you like he could. You were his.   

His his his.  

Even through the leather, he could feel your warmth on his fingers, hear the hungry slurps of your pussy drawing him back in over and over with every pump of his fingers inside you.   

“Cardinal... Cardinal....” you chanted like a mantra, eyes screwed shut and breath laboured as he drew you closer and closer to an end, more of your juices seeping out and dripping onto his eagerly lapping tongue, until...  

Until...  

Sweat beaded on Copia’s forehead as his eyes shot open, his chest rising and falling dramatically as he lay in bed, his skin hot to the touch in the dark around him. His head snapped to the side, seeing the glowing red of his digital alarm clock reading 3:09am.  

He rubbed at his paintless eyes, groaning into the dark at the sticky feeling all over his body, the sweat now cooling in the night air and chilling him.  

Just a fucking dream.   

He could still taste you, still feel you, still hear you... How could he stop this? How would he ever be able to move on from this fucking chokehold you had on him? Does time heal all wounds?     Copia sure hoped so.  

In the dark, he felt the familiar need in his groin – a stiffness he wouldn’t be able to shake so easily. He didn’t want to, not again. Already he felt like a total degenerate, jacking off to the smell of your used glove a nightly occurrence. But now he was dreaming of you?  

With reluctance, he shifted the sheets and let his naked form hit the cold air around him, thick cock standing to attention. He threw an arm over his eyes, his other reaching down until he could lazily stroke the shaft of his shame a few times.  

Here we go again, he thought to himself in disgust.  

But disgust wasn’t enough to quell the rising lust he felt, and his hand began to pump his length with vigour as he recounted the details of the dream that woke him.  

He whimpered into the night, the heavy arm across his eyes shielding himself from his own depravity only getting heavier. His hips started to roll against the mattress, meeting his fist over and over. He couldn’t take this, he wanted so badly to bury himself, to grind down, to feel pressure...   

He sat upright, reaching behind him for one of the silk pillows he lay on before. He got up onto his knees, folding the pillow in two to create a crease and pushed it into his mattress, lining his hips up with it.   

And like the dirty old cardinal he was, he pushed his cock into the crease, groaning into a tight fist as he did.  

He leaned his weight over onto the hand pinning the pillow down and began to roll his hips into the softness, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure as images of you flashed in his mind. That dream, it had felt so... so real? As if he could taste you still, smell you still... 

And he could, of course, once his hand had snaked under the remaining pillows to retrieve that damned glove he was far too lazy to hide properly these days. He humped the pillow he buried his cock into like a horny teenager, holding that glove against his nose and mouth as he got faster and faster, inhaling.  

“Ohhh, cazzo... (fuck),” he groaned, picturing you beneath him, his cock pistoning in and out of you. How good you’d feel beneath him, how slick, and wet, and warm you’d be for him. The noises from the confessional booth still haunted him, ricocheting off the inside of his skull as he buried himself over and over.   

“Sorella... Hmmm,” he hummed, “______, merda (shit).” His hips stuttered, the silk dampened with precum giving just enough friction... He wished it was you so badly, your pussy enveloping him. He craved it, like he couldn’t bear to go on without having you, even if it were just once.  

He bit his lip as he growled, hunching over the pillow like an animal and spilling his cum into the crease. His hips slowed, lazily rocking back and forth as he milked the rest of his spend until he could take it not more, letting go of the silk and falling face first into the rest of his bedding, uncaring of the mess beneath him. 

Integrating yourself back into the Ministry life hadn’t been nearly as hard as you had thought, managing to avoid the Cardinal everywhere other than that damn seminar. You’d heard him call out to you as you were leaving, but it only made your feet carry you faster past your Siblings and out into the hall to escape. You knew it was cowardly, but you weren’t ready to have to explain yourself to him, to see the disappointment in his face or to chastise you for what you’d coerced him into doing.  

You knew today you could evade him, his schedule keeping him busy all day and out of your current hiding place; the library.  

You adored this library... The corridors were like a maze, easy enough to get lost in your pursuit of knowledge. In dark nooks, high back leather chairs to read in sat in dim lamplight. Artistic renditions of Satanic teachings littered the ceilings as they might in a Catholic church – except, it was Lucifer who danced through each scene instead of Jesus. Dark wooded desks for studying or translating lined up in the middle of the lobby, two grand staircases winding up the walls opposite each other to the second floor. In between the staircases, was the most beautiful part of all... 

On the floor sat a reversed Pentagram, carved into stone with pictures of Lucifer and his most feared animals painted into the ramp where the staircases met – goats, cats, owls, bats... the misunderstood creatures tied to him. Carved into the outer edge of the pentagram sat purple stained Atropa belladonna flowers and vines, and atop the raised pentagram sat a marble statue of a white snake winding around a black pedestal. In the mouth of the snake, stuck between the fangs, was the ripest red apple – a symbol of Lucifer’s temptation, his greatest triumph in the Garden of Eden.  

That statue always seemed to steal your breath away, as it did anyone who gazed upon it. The care and attention to detail, the way it always shined in the faux candlelight – real was too dangerous around the ancient texts and antique furniture throughout the library – it was just so spectacular.  

It was a beautiful place to spend your day, but it served a purpose today. You chose one of the leather high back chairs just off from the lobby to relax and catch up on some reading you’d neglected in your time spent hiding.   

As you neared the end of the book you were studying – an old Catholic tome you struggled to translate from the dusty pages – you decided to find the book that you knew countered the Catholic teachings, so you could cross reference and perhaps understand the old book better.  

You stood, taking the Catholic tome with you into the rows of tall bookshelves in search of the Satanic counterpart. It had to be up on the fourth shelf, just out of reach. Sighing dramatically in your own laziness, you reached for the running ladder at the end of the shelves, dragging it along its tracks to the spot you had been standing. You rested the book in your arms on a lower shelf, and starting to climb the rungs of the ladder.  

In your haste, the long skirt of your chosen conservative habit – the ones you had taken to wearing every day now that you were to be out and about around the Cardinal again – became trapped under your foot and naturally, you slipped from a few feet off the ground, losing your grip and balance.  

Two unassumingly strong arms stopped you before you could hit the marble flooring, wrapping around your waist and tugging you to a body behind you to stop you meeting a rather bruising conclusion.     “Careful, Sorella...” the chest you were pressed against vibrated with a deep chuckle. “Pretty girls should not be covered in accidental bruises, eh?”  

You stumbled to your feet, straightening out your habit and turning to see Terzo smirking at you, his ghostly eye somehow even more bewitching in the dim lamplight.     “Grazie (thank you), Papa... I slipped on...” 

“Sì, your habit,” his eyes raked over your form, confusion furrowing on his brow as he remembered the other morning in his office – you'd been wearing something much more to his liking. “I must say, I preferred the shorter one, mia cara . With the red stitching...” he winked.  

Your cheeks flushed with heat as you averted your eyes from his.  

“Did you only wear that for me, tesoro? ” he winked, taking a step towards you, “Thought it would get you out of trouble, eh?” His teasing flustered you, and you couldn’t string a full sentence together as your heart pounded in your ears, breathing irregular to compensate for the rush of oxygen to your brain. He laughed as you stuttered a denial. 

“Speaking of trouble, have you been attending your duties, sorella? Did you go to Copia’s seminar?” he stepped back again out of your personal space, allowing you to breathe normally once again. 

“Sì, Papa.” 

“And was he... happy to see you?” he asked, arching a brow. His tone confused you, like he expected a specific reaction. But Terzo was fishing... he suspected the Cardinal had a crush and was doing anything he could to put you in Copia’s way. He was making you dance around him, like the carrot on a string to tempt the donkey.... 

“Uh... I don’t know,” you thought back to the way his face fell when his eyes caught yours, the way his breath caught in his throat and the look of fear as his skin had paled to a grey colour. “Perhaps he was surprised.” 

Terzo’s face screwed up in confused annoyance. He’d expected better from the Cardinal, for him to be more welcoming when he so clearly had missed you around the Ministry. He’d asked Terzo to keep an eye out for you, to tell him immediately if he saw you, after all.  

“Well, I’m glad you’re back to your schedule, mia cara. But you know,” Terzo had a plan... He enjoyed meddling in the Cardinal’s affairs, and well, anyone’s ... “I must insist you attend confessional before today is out.” 

Your heart dropped in your chest. You fought to keep your face neutral, quelling every natural urge to look absolutely petrified of the thought. Because of course he would want you to attend confessional today.  

On a fucking Thursday.  

“It’s been a while, no? If you were gone for four weeks, you must be overdue?” he quizzed.  

“W-well, yes...”   

“We can’t have you falling behind, mia cara. I’m sure you have something to confess to the Dark Lord,” he turned on his expensive Cuban heels, “I must go, I have some uh... business to attend concerning a rather beautiful Librarian,” he began sauntering off into the bookshelves, “By tonight, per favore, sorella !” he called out behind him. 

Just as before, your shoes echoed on the Ministry floors as you walked to the Chapel. Except tonight, they felt louder and louder, ringing in your ears with each step. Your legs carried you on autopilot, unable to disobey a Papa’s direct instruction.  

Why did he choose tonight of all nights? It felt like returning to the scene of a crime... You didn’t know what you were going to say, what you could possibly confess to the Cardinal this evening that you’d done in the last few weeks when quite obviously you hadn’t done anything at all... 

The Chapel was steeped in dim candlelight, completely void of any signs of life. You stood in the doorway for a moment, staring like a deer caught in headlights at the booth at the other end of the room. A shiver ran over your spine, a nasty reminder that you were supposed to move, to go and sit in that infernal wooden box next to the source of your embarrassment, your fear... your lust.  

Because of course, despite your efforts to pretend he didn’t exist, your brain liked to remind you at night that he most certainly did. Except now, the grunts and groans of his pleasure were accurate, burned into your memory and used against you as a weapon as you slept.  

With a push, you entered the Chapel, somehow speed-walking to sit inside the booth beside the Cardinal who jumped at the sound of the door slamming shut a little too hard. You wasted no time.  

“Bless me, Cardinal, I have sinned,” you deadpanned.  

Beside you, the Cardinal sat bolt upright, eyes staring into his peripheral vision, afraid to make a move and look directly at the shadow beside him. If he made any sudden movements, perhaps you’d disappear in a puff of smoke... 

He cleared his throat quietly.     “Which of the sins have you committed, Sorella?” He stuck to his duty, as you stuck to yours. He wasn’t about to risk trying to have any other kind of conversation with you right now. Perhaps he could try after...  

But what the fuck would he even say to you? He wanted so desperately to apologise, but he couldn’t completely clear his conscience without admitting to everything that’s happened since the last time you sat beside each other in this damned booth. And there was no way he could do that, not without the promise that the ground would open up beneath his feet and plunge him into the deepest pit of hell the second he finished confessing. 

Beside him, you waited a moment, trying to think of something to confess to, but your mind was screaming the same thing at you.     Lust. Lust. Lust. Lust. LUST.  

“Sloth, Cardinal,” you huffed, “I’ve neglected my duties.” Coward, you scolded yourself. Not that it was a lie, of course. But... you couldn’t just own up to the worst of your sins. 

Copia’s shoulders relaxed next to him, a sigh leaving his lips. Part of him was terrified you might say lust again – he wasn’t sure he could take that torture. 

“Do you wish to elaborate, sorella? Is there a reason for your sloth?” he asked, as if he was trying to hurt himself further. He knew it was him – he was the reason. You were avoiding him, disgusted by him.  

“I did something terrible, and... I’ve been hiding,” you admitted. The cardinal was confused... What could you, his sweet sorella, have possibly done that was so terrible? Lucifer, you didn’t mean him? Were you that horrified by him?   

“Sorella, there’s no need to hide, you... uh...” he couldn’t think straight, his heartbeat rising in his chest as he panicked. He didn’t know what to say... Almost as if he were to absolve you of your sins but that wasn’t what confessional was for? But he wanted so badly to comfort you, to tell you it was okay, that he was so sorry... So very sorry for putting you in that position all those weeks ago.  

And on the other side of the lattice, there you sat, feeling sorry for ever entering the booth that night, for pushing him into such a situation with a member of his congregation, for defiling his position as Cardinal.  

Both two different sides of exactly the same coin. 

“I... I can’t do this, Cardinal. I’m sorry...” you rushed, pushing your way out of the booth and running through the Chapel. Copia sat for a moment, frozen in shock and disappointment when his body reacted before his mind could.   

He got up, and chased you. Out through the Chapel, down the hall where the clacking of your shoes was still echoing off the marble. But he kept running, desperately trying to find you without tripping on his cassock. He had to find you. He couldn’t let you stay like this, so angry and disgusted at him. He needed to apologise, even if that meant admitting to all the rest...    

“Sorella, wait!” he called, the halls empty for the time of evening it was. He was grateful, chasing a mere shadow through the halls like a predator on the hunt for his prey. Except that’s the last thing he wanted you to feel; hunted.  

You found it too difficult to run in your habit, far too long for you. You cursed as you stumbled, somehow managing to stay on your feet in the pursuit of your dorm but the Cardinal was faster than he looked, and before you knew what had happened you felt a grip on your arm dragging you into a nearby door, letting go as soon as you’d been almost flung into the room.   

The door slammed, and the Cardinal stood against it, breathless and looking distraught.  

“Cardinal, don’t make me s-” you wanted to apologise, to beg to spare you the shame of saying aloud what you’d been thinking since that first confessional... but he interrupted you.   “Sorella, mi dispiace if I frightened you, but I owe you an ap-” 

“Cardinal please, I can’t-”    “Mia cara, just listen...” he begged, but neither of you could get a word in edgeways.  

“I’m sorry, okay? I can’t help it, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable...” you cried, eyes filling with tears as you yelled your sorrows at him.     “What? What are you-” his confusion painted his features, hardened lines forming in his face.  

“Y-you’ve always been so good to me, and I don’t want to make you feel awkward or put you through that ever again. I should never have made you do that, I’m so ashamed of myself,” you rabbited on, wailing at him with four weeks of pent-up embarrassment spewing out your mouth. But the Cardinal stared at you as the cogs in his brain turned, realising what you were actually apologising for.  

“Are you sorry for your dream, mia cara?” he asked you softly, taking a step to stand of his own accord instead of leaning his back against the closed door.  

“Yes!” you yelled, “That and... well... what happened. It was too far, I put you in such an uncomfortable position and that’s not fair of me at all. Cardinal please forgive me, I’m trying not to have these thoughts-”     “You’re still having them?” his head cocked to the side, eyes squinting as he processed your rantings. 

“Well, um... I... yes, but I’m working on it, I’m trying to busy myself with other things and I thought that maybe if I hid for a while that I could stop it, not that I could look you in the eyes again anyway after what I did, and...” 

Copia had heard enough. He strode towards you through the rows of desks and chairs surrounding him, pressing the palm of his glove to your mouth to quiet you and in turn, pushing you to lean back against the solid oak desk behind you.     “Sorella, please...” 

That moment, singularly, was the beginning of your downfall. When you felt the leather of his glove press against your lips, his body pressing against yours as you stumbled back, and you whined against his hand...  

Copia’s eyes widened, like he hadn’t expected that at all. His movements were not meant to be at all provocative in nature; he had simply panicked, needing you to hush so he could speak, to apologise and not knowing how else to do so. But now... Well, he could see the crimson colour of your cheeks under his glove, matched with the look of shock on your own face. That noise; it was completely involuntary. But it came from a place of lust...    Of submission. 

A beat of silence passed between you, the air appearing to be sucked out of the room completely, suffocating you both where you stood. Your screamed at yourself inside your head, cursing how pathetically easily you had succumbed to the slightest touch and showed your hand before any kind of game had truly even begun.  

“You must learn when to quiet this pretty mouth of yours and listen...” The cardinal tested his limits, watching your response. He noticed the way your chest rose and fell deeply and slowly beneath him, and how your eyes softened a little as they scanned his face and found no real anger there, only the hint of a smirk. “Now, give me a nod or a shake of your head, eh? I want to ask you a few things. Nod if you understand.”  

You nodded, his hand still pressed firmly to your mouth.  

“Are you still having these dreams, Sorella?” You shut your eyes now, embarrassed, and slowly nodded your head.     “And are you still... enjoying these dreams?” he spoke slowly, deliberately. You nodded again, hesitant. 

“And have you acted on these dreams since, tesoro?” You took a few deep breaths before answering again; a slow, ashamed, but deliberate nod.  

Copia sucked a lungful of oxygen in through his teeth, watching your eyes on him as he did. His head swam in a dizzying array of images; thoughts of the dream you had told him about in such detail, thoughts of you alone at night thinking of him, touching yourself for him. As he exhaled, he looked away from you, breaking the eye contact you held in fear and finally looking around the room.  

The seminar room...  

… from your dream.  

A wicked smirk spread across the Cardinal’s face, and as you followed his gaze around the room, you realised why. You dare not move, holding your breath as he turned back to you, his beautifully monochrome eyes hooded and boring down into yours. 

“It’s here, no?” he asked. You didn’t move, didn’t make a sound. “This is where your fantasia (fantasy) takes place, eh? Answer me, tesoro. ..”  

You nodded against his hand again, shame flooding your cheeks with warmth. The stirring in your abdomen was growing the longer he stood pressing you into the desk behind you. It was maddening.  

“I press you against this desk in that dream, hm?” he knocked on the wood you leaned on with his free hand, in turn pressing just a little tighter against you. You could feel his body heat through his cassock, and it served to focus your own heat between your legs... “Will you remind me, mia cara , what exactly did I do here?” 

Slowly, he removed his hand from your mouth to let you answer him with words – except, you could find none. You stuttered and fumbled as you stared into his eyes, his face so close to yours you could smell his cologne stronger than you ever had. It was utterly intoxicating, a sweet yet smoky aroma. 

“Come, now, dolcezza ... Don’t hold out on me now, hm?” The back of his fingers met your cheek, lightly grazing the blush soothingly. “What. Did. I. do?”  

There was no escaping this, not that you wanted to. You were so close, your dream practically coming true before you. You may not be able to forgive yourself for pushing your Cardinal over the lines of professionalism all those weeks ago, but here he was, quite obviously flirting with you, enticing you.  

Tempting you.  

And you would never forgive yourself for fumbling this, for running and hiding once again. And that guilt would be worse, embedded with more shame and embarrassment than ever before. 

“You... were kissing me...” you whispered. The Cardinal smiled – not the dirty little smirk from before, more of a satisfactory smile, sweeter.  

“Tesoro, I’ll only ask you once – and whatever the answer, I will respect it,” he began, some nerves starting to bubble up in his chest. He feared rejection more than anything, having been rejected his entire life. Could he take it if you rejected him too? He wasn’t sure, but he had to try...  “Would you like me to kiss you?” 

Your chest bloomed with warmth, eyes flickering down to his half-painted lips and back to his eyes, somehow looking more puppy-dog like as the seconds ticked by. You realised then, he was scared of you saying no. Scared...   

But you could never deny your Cardinal.  

Words had failed you, that much was clear. And so, you opted for almost involuntary action, slowly leaning forwards against him until your lips barely grazed his. Copia could have sworn he felt his lips tingle where they’d brushed with yours; such a fleeting touch, unsure of yourself but it was all the answer he needed.  

He leaned in again, pressing his lips to yours for a kiss that took your breath away... His lips melded into yours with such a longing, both of you easily losing yourself in the moment. Just as in your dream, you sank into him, your hands gripping onto his cassock as he deepened the kiss. His arms had snaked around your waist, pulling your hips flush against him as he hummed into your mouth. 

Just as you imagined every night, one of his hands came to remove your veil, letting your hair fall freely while he worked his way past your lips with his tongue, gently mixing with your own as you fell further into him. You whined at the sensation, feeling his hands regroup and tighten on your waist as you did.  

He pulled away from you breathless, the black paint of his top lip smudged slightly. He pressed his forehead to yours, searching your eyes for any sign you wanted to back out, but finding nothing.  

“You look so beautiful without your veil, dolcezza...” he whispered before he could stop himself. Mentally, he scolded himself for being such a lovesick idiota, but the way you looked into his eyes and smiled was everything he had hoped for. He twirled a strand of your hair in his fingers, watching it as he curled it around the leather. “I had no idea you had all this under there, eh?” he chuckled, “ bellissima (beautiful).”  

He dropped the strand and instead came to hold your chin between this thumb and finger.  

“Now tell me, what happens next in that dream of yours again?” Your heart pounded in your chest, threatening to punch straight through your ribs to get to him. This was happening. This wasn’t you pushing him into anything, you weren’t undermining his authority. He wanted this. He wanted you.   

“Your hands... they slide up my habit...” you muttered, shy.  

“Like this?” he narrated, crouching momentarily to hook his hand under your habit, trailing slowly up your leg until the skirt hung lopsided around your upper thigh. You nodded at him, watching as his eyes never left yours. “And do I touch you here, mia cara? ” His palm cupped your mound over your panties, and he could feel the searing heat emanating from your core through the leather of his glove.  

The noise you made was involuntary – a soft gasp that made his already half-hard length twitch with interest beneath the heavy wool of his clothes. He didn’t wait for you to answer him, his question more of a rhetorical tease. Instead, he slid his hand against you, pressing against your entrance while his palm sat heavy against your clitoris.  

“Cardinal...” you breathed, eyes fluttering shut and lips parting to a perfectly round ‘O’.  

He continued to tease for a moment, enjoying the soft mewls and sharp breaths you took each time he would alternate the pressure between his palm and his fingers. But he only had so much control, after weeks of pining, of dreaming of you, fucking his damn pillows to the memory and the scent of you. 

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down your legs and letting them hit the floor around your feet. Without wasting a second or daring to look away from the blissful expression on your face, he dipped his fingers between your folds, dragging them painfully slowly through the mess you had made for him. The choked moan you let out at the sensation of that damned glove sliding through rang out against the stone walls of the seminar room.  

Copia collected some of your mess on his glove, lifting his hand into the dim candlelight of the room to see the way it shined. It reminded him of the moment he’d found your sodden glove in the booth, how it left the darker wet marks where he’d held it. Except this time, he was blessed enough to have it right from the source.  

“ Splendido... (splendid)” he mumbled, before you opened your eyes to watch him bring his shimmering glove to his lips, tasting what he’d taken. The way he groaned at the sweetness had you clenching around nothing, fisting the cassock you still had such a tight grip on. “I can’t deny myself, dolcezza ... Not anymore.” 

Before you had time to linger on his words – not anymore... - he dropped to his knees in front of you, as if ready to worship. He adjusted the skirt of your habit for you to hold around your hips, still covering your modesty for now. Both his hands slid up your thighs, parting them as he slotted in-between, finally coming to uncover you for him. 

The way you glistened for him made his concealed erection throb, and as much as he wanted to dive in and devour you whole, he didn’t want to rush this. He’d waited too long to be sloppy here. Instead, he pressed his lips to your inner thighs, enjoying the way they trembled in anticipation. Slowly, he made his way up, his breath tickling and warming the trail of wet he’d left with his tongue.  

Finally, his lips pressed against your mound. As painful as it was to have him tease, to gently kiss you where you so desperately needed more, you were grateful for any contact at all after the weeks of anguish believing he held no feelings other than disappointment and disgust for you.  

When the Cardinal at your feet finally allowed his tongue to slip between your folds, you couldn’t help the hand that flew to knock his biretta off his head, grasping at the peppered grey hair that grew beneath it. He groaned against you; at your taste, at your heat, at your grip. It was all so wonderfully intoxicating.  

As he let himself bury his tongue in you, he lifted one of your thighs over his shoulder for better access for him, and stability for you. He wrapped his arm around that thigh, gripping on for dear life as if you’d disappear on him again. But you were going nowhere anytime soon... 

As he mouthed at your clit, he couldn’t help the grunts and groans that rumbled like thunder against you, vibrating through you. You threw your head back in pleasure, uncaring of how loud your moans and whimpers were.  

When Copia started to slide his middle finger through your folds below his tongue, you almost collapsed back onto the desk. He pressed against your entrance, slowly allowing his leather-clad finger to slide inside you. He never stopped his tongue, never came up for breath.  

When he had his ring finger join the other, you began to see stars. He filled you so well, scissoring inside you and curling up towards that glorious spot inside you that no other had ever found.  

“C-Cardinal... ahh,” you whimpered. It fuelled him further, hearing his title fall from your lips above him. It was all too much for him; your taste, your grip. And now that? Oh, how sinful it sounded, how beautiful, like the prettiest songbird singing its morning melody.  

He was ashamed to admit that what you were doing to him had such a tight grasp on his sanity, he was losing himself in his mind and his body was following suit. While he had no friction, no pressure, nothing to help the painful need in his crotch, he was so close...  

In his reverie, he lifted your other thigh over his shoulder, burying his face further into you as he continued using his fingers to bring you closer and closer to the edge. You had to grip the desk under you to steady yourself, allowing his animalistic urges to take total control of your body. This was nothing like your dream.  

This was so much better.  

His tongue lavished against your clit unforgivingly, lips circling and suckling from time to time as he drank you in.  

“F-fuck, Cardinal... I can’t,” you begged for nothing above him, so close to the edge, dangling by a splintering branch over a deep canyon that was ready to snap at any moment. You couldn’t help the way you bucked your hips anymore, or the way you ground your pussy down into his face, his nose becoming a tool for pleasure as much as his tongue, lips and chin.  

That splintering branch snapped clean off when he growled into you, and suddenly you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, back slamming down into the hard wood of the desk behind you. If you felt any pain at all, it didn’t show – you were too busy writhing and squeezing your thighs around poor Copia’s head.  

What you didn’t know, was that the growl that had pushed you into your earth-shattering orgasm had been a growl not only of lust, but of anger. At himself.  

Beneath you, Copia was squeezing your thigh with the hand that wasn’t buried inside you, desperately trying to stop himself... But his poor, untouched cock had violently flinched beneath his cassock before spilling a hot load of his seed. Copia had cum just from eating you out.  

If he didn’t feel like a pathetic pervert before tonight, he certainly did now. Who cums from just going down on a woman?  

Oh, but you were not just any woman, were you? Not to him. You were the woman he pined over, stressed over, cried over, came over every fucking night for four wretched weeks. What it was about you, he wasn’t sure, but the Cardinal had never been so besotted with a woman in his life. Dare he say it, it had started long before that night in the confessional booth... He had been drawn to you since the day you took your vows.  

And no, he just couldn’t help himself.  

You lay on the desk, catching your breath and waiting for your head to stop spinning as your limbs went lifeless around him, one slipping from his shoulder. He detached himself from your core and stood up, readjusting himself in his pants for a more comfortable position now that the wet patch in his underwear was beginning to seep through to bloom into a deep red stain on his cassock. But there was no getting comfortable with his softening cock confined and covered in his own spend.  

He stepped towards you, between your legs and reached for your hand with the glove that wasn’t still glistening with your arousal. He lifted it to his completely smudged lips, peppering the back of it with chaste kisses as you came to.  

“Mia cara... are you... okay?” he mumbled between kisses. You hummed an affirmative response back, your mind still foggy in post-orgasm haze.  

Copia continued peppering kisses to the back of your hand, to each fingertip, your wrist, a little way up your arm and back down as he waited patiently for you to come back around to him. Eventually, you sat up, pushing your habit down to cover your modesty once again. He held your hand in his, gazing up into your eyes with a soft expression you couldn’t quite read. 

When you really looked at him, you couldn’t help but giggle. His paint was smudged around his mouth, a grey hue painting him from his nose to his chin, and his hair was so dishevelled he looked as if he had been dragged through a hedge.  

“What’s so funny, cara ?” he smiled with you, the kind of smile you can’t keep off your face when someone you adore is laughing near you.  

“You look a mess,” you laughed, smoothing out the parts of his hair that were sticking up.  

“Ah, sì, you have quite a grip,” he chuckled, looking away for a moment, suddenly bashful. “I trust that was not so bad, eh?” he bit his lip as he waited for your response, a little smug smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. 

“Better than my dream, Cardinal,” you shyly admitted. “But um... my dream doesn’t end there...” 

Copia’s smile dropped, realising what you were hinting at. You weren’t done yet... You wanted more from him. But in order to perform, he would have to reveal what you so far had missed.  

Before he could protest, your hand was cupping his bulge under his cassock, but as you pressed your palm there, your eyes grew wide, and your gaze dropped to look at what you’d felt.  

Wet.   

“Uh... mi dispiace, sorella... (I’m sorry, sister...) I... I couldn’t, um...”  

Someone had stoked the dissipating fire inside you once again, and a flame began to burn. You weren’t sure if it was knowing that Copia had cum in his pants at the taste of you, or if it was his dumbstruck look as he tried to rectify the situation with words but knowing he had been so enamoured with you that he’d reached his end even whilst neglected... that was hotter than you could have ever imagined.  

“What was it, Cardinal?” you interrupted him. He silenced quickly, cocking his head in confusion. “Was it how I sounded?” You pressed your palm to the soft bulge beneath you, not at all bothered by the wet fabric. 

“Was it how I tasted?” you asked, your confidence growing as his eyes widened in shock.  

“Was it how I pulled your hair?” The heel of your palm dug into him, rotating in a small circle over his cock.  

“Was it, how my thighs tightened around your head?” You heard him moan softly as you stared into his eyes. His cock was beginning to twitch in interest again.  

“Or was it how my pussy clenched around your fingers?”   

That did it. Without a word, the man before you wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you to him to crash your lips together. You’d awoken something inside him, a beast that he’d been keeping tame until now. Between desperate clashes of lips and tongues, Copia began to tease you back. 

“You want to know what it was, tesoro?” he panted against your lips like a dog in heat, “it was the thought that not only did I have you right where I wanted you,” he paused for another heated kiss, “ finally tasting what I’ve been desiring for so long,” and another, “but that I had infiltrated this pretty little head of yours, corrupted the sweetest of all the sorelle... I got to make you, mine...”   

You whimpered at his words, knowing every single one was no lie. But hearing Copia call you his had you arching your back to press against him, your hips desperately seeking him out and your lips messily found his again.  

 Terzo yawned as he walked down the halls of the ministry, the days of solid paperwork and papal duties - not the mention his library rendezvous earlier that day... - catching up to him as he slogged back to his quarters. The halls were dark, silent. He didn’t rush – he didn’t have the energy to. His mind wandered as he dawdled, taking in the stained glass around him with every step he took.   

He rounded a corner, and thought he could hear shuffling coming from inside one of the seminar rooms. He rolled his eyes, annoyed at the thought of having to put on his big scary Papa voice and tell whoever was out of bounds this late to go back to their dorms. Why did they make him work so hard, eh?   

As he drew closer to the door of a room he presumed was the one inhabited, he heard voices. He reached for the doorknob, until the voices registered, and he realised... These were voices he recognised...  

“Uh... mi dispiace, sorella... (I’m sorry, sister...) I... I couldn’t, um...” Was that Cardinal Copia he heard stammering away in there like a moron? Well, as a higher up member of the clergy, he was okay to be out of bounds at this hour. Terzo shrugged to himself and started to turn away from the door – whatever the Cardinal was up to in there was his business. And frankly, Terzo was too tired to even realise he had been speaking to someone...    

“What was it, Cardinal?” Terzo stopped, his brows pulling together in thought. That had sounded like you, Sister _____?  What would she be doing alone with the Cardinal at this hour?   

Terzo was now intrigued, and hung around for a moment. 

“Was it how I sounded?” What on earth was she talking about?   

“Was it how I tasted?” Terzo’s eyes widened, his jaw falling open. Had he heard that right?  

“Was it how I pulled your hair?” This was not the same Sorella _____ he knew, surely not? Such filth spilling from her mouth... He almost felt a swell of pride in his chest. 

“Was it, how my thighs tightened around your head?” Terzo all but jumped with giddiness at the door, keeping himself as quiet as possible to not alert those inside. He heard the Cardinal moan the most pathetic little sound, and slapped his gloved hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter. Oh, fratellino, you are down BAD...    

“Or was it how my pussy clenched around your fingers?”  

Terzo’s hand dropped when his jaw hit the floor, completely taken aback by your brazen use of such a sinful phrase. He’d clearly stumbled upon something already in motion... Suddenly, he heard a quick shuffle, followed by a suppressed moan from you and a hungry growl from the Cardinal. Terzo jumped away from the door as if it had burst into flames.  

Now, Terzo was certainly a pervert. But he was not about to eavesdrop on his brother fraternising with a sister of sin. He recoiled at the thought, shivering as he backed away to the far wall of the opposite corridor. He stood frozen for a moment, his body not reacting anywhere near fast enough.   

“You want to know what it was, tesoro?.... It was the thought that not only did I have you right where I wanted you... but I had infiltrated this pretty little head of yours, corrupted the sweetest of all the sorelle... I got to make you, mine...”  

That did it. Terzo turned and bolted down the corridor to get away from the lip-smacking sounds and the whines you let slip.  

As he rounded the corner and managed to get away from the noises that frankly would now haunt him in his dreams, he couldn’t help but feel a little... proud.    

That had been his doing. He’d pushed them together, forced them into each other’s presence knowing how absolutely pitiful and sciocco (foolish) the pair of you were being. Terzo certainly wasn’t blind – he'd seen the Cardinal’s affections, saw how your absence had affected him so. Now he was beginning to think your disappearance may even have had to do with him, in some way. Avoiding him, perhaps?  

Not that it mattered. For now, he was proud that his fratellino was making a move – however mentally scarring that move had been to overhear. 

And he told you that you were his, too. The meaning of that may have been lost in the moment, but it certainly wasn’t lost on Terzo. Copia meant that with every fibre of his being.  

He smiled to himself as he continued to walk to his chambers. For all the teasing and all the jokes Terzo made at Copia’s expense as they were growing up, he had to admit, he turned out alright in the end. His goofy little half-brother who kept his secret Beanos and drank his little juice boxes. He chuckled to himself – he certainly was proud of him. And finally, someone else saw him for more than a bumbling idiot. Someone finally didn’t underestimate him the way the rest of the ministry did.  

“Ben fatto (good job) , Terzo,” he smirked to himself. His little plan had worked; albeit, far sooner than expected, and just a little too well. 

He would be working hard this evening to forget what he’d just overheard...

Copia’s grip on your thighs around his hips tightened as he deepened your kiss, the leather of his gloves tightening and squeaking over his taught hands. You were sure he would leave bruises with how hard he held you, pulling you flush against him until your core pressed against his hardening length. You didn’t care though; any mark he left on you was like a badge of honour.  

“Dolcezza, what do you want from me, eh?” he pleaded, breathless as he trailed open mouthed kisses along your jaw and to your neck, never once disconnecting his lips along the way.   

“All of you, Cardinal...” you practically sang, “ please...”   

He hummed against your neck, lost entirely to his visceral need to devour you whole. You threaded your hands in his hair again, holding him tight to you as you let your head fall back, enjoying the kisses, the nips and bites, the suckling against your skin that bloomed in beautiful red and purple patches. 

Copia stood upright for a moment, biting at the leather on his right hand to free himself of his glove and spitting it to one side before he lay his palm on your cheek. He drank you in with his eyes, hooded and blown out with lust. You nuzzled into him instinctively searching out his touch, your lips finding his thumb to pepper kisses to the tip. It felt oddly intimate, more so than having his face buried between your thighs.  

No one ever saw the Cardinal – or any clergy member, for that matter – without their gloves. Their bare touch was saved for those they devoted it to, and here he was, baring himself to you . 

You pressed a final kiss to his thumb, before allowing your tongue to lave over the pad of it, your lips following to engulf his thumb in the warmth of your mouth. Copia hummed in front of you, his other hand squeezing your thigh tightly as he watched. 

“Cosa ho fatto per meritarti, tesoro? (What did I do to deserve you, sweetheart?)” he groaned, pushing his thumb to smear your spit over your lips, adoring the way they glistened for him in the low light. “I want to give you all of me,” he slid his hand to your neck, a wet trail left along your skin by the saliva still on his thumb, and gripped tight enough to send a wave of excitement through you. “Every last inch...” 

You whined for him again, as your body seemed to do of its own accord, and let him capture your lips in another kiss. You could no longer stand it – you needed him, like the moon needs the sun to glow brightly in the night.   

Hastily, you reached for the buttons of his cassock, making quick work of them until he could shrug out of the heavy red wool and let it fall to the floor. He helped you then, to remove his jacket underneath while you focussed on freeing his length.  

“A little messy, mi dispiace ,” he smirked, not sorry at all for the mess he’d made when he now knew how much that had turned you on. On another occasion, you would have liked to sink to your knees, clean him up and ready him for what came next but there was no time for that. Messy or not, you simply needed him.  

You didn’t even attempt to remove his pants, instead pushing them just a little further down his hips to allow you to reach into his underwear and take him in your hand. He hissed through his teeth like you’d scalded him, but instead rocking his hips to chase your touch. He had been correct, there was certainly a mess in there – one that coated your hand as you pulled his erection free and pumped along his length once, twice...  

“ Cazzo... (Fuck...)” he groaned.  

As your hand moved, you let your eyes wonder over his body, half exposed to you now. The physique you had dreamed of wasn’t far off, except he had a little more muscle definition than your imagination had given him credit for, particularly in the two lines that framed his abdomen, leading down to where your hand worked him over. But what caught your eye most of all, was the strange tattoo that sat over his heart, hidden by a thin layer of grey-speckled chest hair.  

Three 6’s, in a spiral, marked into his chest for eternity. Your free hand traced the black lines, fingertips grazing over it making him shiver at your touch. You didn’t ask about it, there was no need. He had kept it covered, hidden from knowledge of anyone else until right now – you were the only person he ever wanted to be this vulnerable to. Someday though, you might ask him about that...  

Copia moved to remove his other glove, letting it drop to the floor beside him with the rest of his garments. His red pants still clung to his thighs, and he struggled to draw his eyes away from where your hand stroked his cum-covered cock lazily.  

With one long, drawn out stroke back up his length, you lifted your hand – smeared in his mess – and pressed two of your fingers to your tongue, sucking the mess from them as you held his eye contact. His expression darkened, baring his teeth to you like an animal as he smirked, watching you lick and suck every last bit of his essence from your hand. A fire raged within you, like lava spewing through your veins at the quiet yet guttural groan he unleashed. 

In a flash, he was dragging you to the edge of the desk where you sat, both hands burrowing into the soft flesh of your hips. His hips slowly rocked against you, cock dragging through the plentiful juices you’d left for him. You hummed at the feeling of some contact, particularly the feeling of the veins and ridges of his hardness. You needed him inside you, filling you. You couldn’t drag this out anymore; it was like torture. Worse than torture.  

“Please, Cardinal...” you begged. And how could he deny you when you’d asked so nicely?  

“Kiss me, bella,” he huffed, his focus snatched away by the hypnotising sight of his cock sliding through your folds as he teased. It was as if he could only be diverted by your lips, that he couldn’t drag his attention away voluntarily.  

You grabbed him by the jaw with one hand, crushing your lips to his desperately. He growled again, the weeping head of his cock catching on your entrance and slowly, finally, he began to push inside...  

Your jaw went slack, kiss long forgotten as your eyes squeezed shut and you let out a staggered moan into his mouth.  

“ Sono qui, tesoro... (I’m here, sweetheart...)” he assured, holding your hips flush to him with a hand on the small of your back. He struggled to keep himself still, buried to the hilt and desperate to move, but you needed a moment. The feeling was overwhelming, stretched to the brink of pain and pleasure, dangling dangerously there as you got used to him.  

It was a true testament to his self-control and his character that he waited for you – as soon as his length had been buried in your tight, wet warmth he thought he was a goner. He figured that this was it – this was the glorious afterlife he’d been promised, that he prayed to Lucifer for day in, day out. 

Having you pressed against him grounded him as much as he needed. He watched the expression on your face, waiting for any sign of discomfort, of regret. He found none, because there was none to give. His lips hovered above yours, enjoying the warmth of your breath as you moaned for him.  

You were wearing too many clothes still for his liking; he wanted to be unbearably close to you, to feel the warmth of your skin on his, see you in all your glory. Still buried deep inside you, he used one of his hands to unbutton your habit, slowly revealing more flesh to him, kissing down your exposed chest until he could reach no further down.  

He was so gentle with you, so patient. He fought the urges to thrust into you, to take what he so desperately wanted from you. He simply wanted this to be perfect, and the thought had your eyes glazing with an adoration that went beyond a silly little wet dream. 

As your own way of signalling you were okay, you wanted more, you shimmied out of your now open habit, letting it pool around you where you sat, and pulled the straps of your bra down, unclipping it at the back.  

He watched your slow movements, tracing patterns on your skin with his fingertips. “ Più bella di quanto avrei mai potuto immaginare (more beautiful than I ever could have imagined),” he whispered, pressing his lips to your sternum, feeling your heart beating against him. If only he had known he felt this way, that it was more than just lust – if he had admitted that to himself... 

“ Copia ...” you whined, the first time you’d called him by his name all evening... His heart swelled, smiling against the swell of your breast between kisses. “ Per favore, h-ho bisogno d-di te... (Please, I need you...)” you stuttered in broken Italian, piecing together bits you had picked up in your time in the Ministry, but he knew – oh , he knew what you were saying.  

“ Qualsiasi cosa per te, amore mio (anything for you, my love),” he replied, sweetly pressing his lips to yours as he cradled your face in his hands. You wrapped your arms around his neck and sunk into him, only for him to begin moving his hips, slowly pulling back from where he had been buried deep within your warmth for a few minutes now at least... 

You mewled into his kiss, letting your tongues dance together so beautifully. It wasn’t until he had slid almost completely away from you that he pushed his way back in, gliding almost effortlessly in the slick you’d created for him. He built his movements over a few slow thrusts, gradually setting a pace that would never bring you to any kind of climax, but enough that the two of you were swirling in pleasure, able to enjoy your first moments anchored together.   

Copia’s lips never left yours, not to allow moans the freedom to escape or to allow his lungs the freedom to breathe. You were totally, utterly enamoured with each other.  

With every roll of his hips, you edged closer and closer to a point of begging for more, begging for a means to an end. He was struggling to keep himself composed, too scared to frighten you off if he unleashed what had built inside him for the last four weeks.  

“Copia, m-more... please...” you begged, finally separating the two of you to hazily look in his beautifully distinct eyes, show him the desperation in your own.  

“Amore, if I let go, I’m not sure I can control myself...” he warned, still forcing himself to stay at the pace he’d set.  

“Then lose yourself, Cardinal... Take me,” you offered yourself to him, trusting completely that he would never do anything you didn’t desperately want yourself.  

With no further encouragement needed, and a whisper of “ Cazzo, Sathanas perdonami ... (fuck, Sathanas forgive me...) ” he picked up his pace, effortlessly sliding into you over and over until the tops of his thighs were smacking into the underside of yours. The sounds ricocheted off the stone walls around you, a sinful mix of whines, pants, grunts and skin slapping on skin swirling in the air around you.  

The hands laying loose around his shoulders slid into his hair, pulling tight to press his forehead to yours. The desk beneath you groaned and creaked under the force, scraping along the floors with each hit. Your Cardinal’s cock filled you so deliciously, his hips angled to hit the back of your cervix and the top of your pussy where that tantalising sweet spot lay.  

“I wanted you for so long, amore mio...” he confessed, “so completely, like un patetico bastardo (a pathetic bastard).” He grit his teeth together, grunting like an animal as he fucked into you. He fought the urge to push you back down against the desk and lift your thighs up, spreading you open as much as possible for him, wanting to savour the closeness, the way he could feel your breath beading in condensation on his neck.  

“S-six months...” It was your turn to confess. “I’d b-been dreaming of... you... for six months...” you cried out as he slammed into you harder, fuelled by your admission.  

“ Bella , you’ll be the end of me, eh?” he chuckled between pants of breathlessness. “ Adesso sono tutto tuo (now I’m all yours...)”   

The coil in your abdomen wound impossibly tighter, threatening to fracture at any moment with the way he rolled his hips up into you, filling you deliciously with each pistoning motion. You felt the ripples from each violent thrust over and over against your clit where his body met yours, and the way his nails dug into your flesh, no doubt leaving bruises with deep crescent shapes imprinted in your skin.  

“C-can’t... hold...” you could barely string a sentence together in your current state, “ fuck...”   

“Cum for me, amore. Cum for your Cardinal, eh?” he roared. And well, you couldn’t stop yourself if you wanted to.  

Fire spread from your core through every nerve ending, spanning your entire body and you squealed and writhed against him. He never faltered, not missing a single beat as you shook and spilled around his cock. The way your walls fluttered around him, squeezed him impossibly tighter made every thrust a struggle, but he fought it – he couldn’t let you down now.  

He tensed his body, staving off another orgasm as long as he possibly could. He wanted you to revel in yours, wanted to watch you come undone on his cock like he’d dreamed of so many times. A litany of profanities and mumblings of his name spilled in incoherent babble as your limbs turned to jelly, barely clinging onto him to stay upright. If you were to fall back or forward, you were to choose forward, slumping against his sweaty chest, your head sitting where his neck met his shoulder.  

In your tired and overstimulated state, all you could do for him was mouth at the skin there, leaving sloppy kisses while your pussy continued to pulse around him until eventually, he gripped your chin tightly to lift your head and crash his lips to yours. He growled into your mouth, hips stuttering and slowing – he had cum inside you, needing to taste you again as he did so.  

With his final few thrusts, his spend leaked from around his cock, mixing with your own climax. He punctuated each thrust with a hum of satisfaction, until he couldn’t take the movement anymore, his cock too sensitive to continue. Still, he didn’t remove himself. Not yet...  

Somehow you both slumped together, keeping each other upright with your body weight alone. Your chests rose and fell together, trying to regulate your breathing to have an opportunity to speak at all. But honestly? The pair of you were happy in your blissful silence together for a moment. 

After a few minutes, it was you who spoke first. 

“I thought you would hate me...” you sighed against his shoulder. Copia’s brows furrowed together, and he stood himself up removing his softening length from you, holding you by your shoulders to get a good look at you.  

“Why would you ever think that, amore mio?” he asked, genuinely confused.  

“I thought I had overstepped, that night in the confessional. I thought you were ashamed, disgusted...” you drooped your head in sadness at the memory of him excusing you so abruptly that evening.  

“No... not with you, never you , tesoro,” he assured. “At myself, sì? I assumed you would despise how I took advant-” 

“Cardinal no, you didn’t... Sathanas, we’re both really stupid, aren’t we?” you chuckled, shaking your head at your antics.    “Idioti innamorati (idiots in love),” he laughed, until he realised what he’d actually just said – and then the colour drained from his face, his eyes blowing out wide in horror.  

You smiled softly, taking his hands from your shoulders and pulling him to take a step closer to you.     “Idioti innamorati,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to the end of his nose, still greyed from the smudging of his paints. Copia smiled sheepishly, a warmth spreading in his chest. He hadn’t felt like this before, much less ever had someone reciprocate his feelings. He felt strangely at peace, more so than he ever had.  

“Tesoro, promise me something, eh?” he asked. You nodded, willing him to continue. “Never hide from me again, okay? I damn near lost my mind.”  

You laughed at your idiocy. “I promise, Cardinal.” You leaned forward to press your lips against his, sweetly capturing the moment in a blissful kiss.  

When you pulled apart, he wordlessly helped to gather the garments that had been carelessly removed and dressed you again. You exchanged jokes about the messes you both were, how vile it felt to put your clothes back on with the feeling of your spend seeping from you and his still damp in his underwear... How truly ridiculous you both were.  

“Come, bella. I have a rather large shower cubicle I think we can both put to good use,” he flirted, pulling you to him by your waist now you were both fully dressed. You agreed, taking him by the hand and wondering through the corridors together back to the clergy suites.  

“Besides, I have something of yours I feel I must give back...” Copia laughed at himself, somehow no longer afraid to admit what he had been up to in your absence when he knew now just how depraved your own mind could be.  

Your mind ticked over at what on earth he could possibly mean, until it dawned on you... You had lost your fucking glove.  

“ You pervert!” you accused, smacking his chest playfully as you walked. “Maybe I don’t want it back, Lucifer knows what you’ve done with that thing...” The two of you giggled and flirted your way back, uncaring and unaware of any prying ears that may hear voices late into the night.  

And there were indeed prying ears, albeit accidentally, that perked up at the sound of voices outside his chambers... 

Terzo sat on his couch with a glass of vintage red in his hand, attempting to read a book to take his mind off the sinful noises he’d heard from his fratello earlier that evening. When he recognised the noises, he groaned to himself.  

‘Must they parade around to remind me of that?’ he thought to himself, rolling his eyes and standing to look through the peephole of his door. He saw the two of you waltzing through the dimly lit corridor, hand in hand like teenagers. The dopey look on his brother’s face was, to him, a wonderful sight; so hopelessly enamoured with you as you giggled and laughed together into the night.   

He had always hoped Copia would find someone like you – perhaps that’s why you were the one sister he never tried to bed, the one he felt was off limits to him. Maybe he had always known... but he was glad to see his fratellino acting like himself in your presence. Goofy, dopey Copia. Perhaps now, he could stop looking for approval from those he looked up to and looked down on him, and focus his efforts on simply being himself. After all, he had now found someone who liked him for who he was, not who he hoped to be .  

“Idioti innamorati,” he muttered to himself, chuckling at his win.  

Sì, his fratellino could be himself now – however pathetic he may be...   FIN

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Mistletoe’d: Papa Emeritus III x F Reader

“Papa’s going to be coming down your chimney tonight.”

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 (coming soon!)

**WARNING - NSFW CONTENT - MDNI**

Summary: After the Ministry Christmas party, you join Terzo in his bedchamber for some festive activities.

CW/Tags: characters drinking alcohol, established relationship, clothed female nude male, blowjob, penetrative sex (P in V), condom use, cunnilingus, face-sitting, face fucking

Word Count: 4381

Available on AO3! Primo | Secondo | Terzo | Copia

Author’s Note: This is the third day of the four-part series XXXmas at the Ministry, a collaboration with @copias-sewer-rat, @molly-ghuleh, and @bupia - please read their works too!

Happy Hornidays! ❄️

xoxo, the Naughty Ghulehs 💋

Primo | Secondo | Copia

A HUGE thank you to AlexandrMcQueer on Twitter for the accompanying artwork! Check out the full NSFW version on her account.

Tonight was finally the night of the annual Ministry Christmas party, and Christmas Eve. Papa needed your help to pull everything off, so all week you were scheduling with the bakers, the cooks, the cleaning crew, and decorating.

But after this evening, you could relax. Well, aside from tending to Papa’s needs and making sure the ghouls didn’t get too soused that it ruined their unholiday in the morning. But after the party, you could enjoy the festivities.

Everyone began milling about and socializing in the main hall, picking at the large charcuterie spread and ladling punch or eggnog into glasses. It looked like everyone from the Clergy was there. Even Imperator and Nihil showed up, though they did not seem too sociable, seating themselves at a table in the corner. Primo immediately sat himself in one of the few chairs scattered around the hall with a large mug of something warm.

Suddenly the ghouls began whooping and you turned your head to see Terzo enter in a lavish looking Santa suit - it was made of crushed red velour with flecks of red sparkles and appeared to be trimmed with white feathers.

“Nice suit, Terzo,” you quipped, eyeing him up and down as he approached you.

“That’s Papa Claus to you, principessa,” he said with a snarky grin and giving you a smooch on the lips. “And you’re Santa’s little helper.”

That you were. He’d ordered you the shortest green elf dress, although the skirt was more like a tulle tutu. The outfit was a whole ensemble, complete with an elf hat with ears, pointy shoes with bells on the end, and candy cane patterned tights. You felt ridiculous, but ’tis the season.

Everyone was in their best holiday attire - anything from ugly Christmas sweaters to formal wear. The ghouls were all dressed in elf costumes, with the exception of Dew, who was dressed as Rudolph - an antler headband fitted over his mask and a red nose strapped to the front of his mask.

Cardinal Copia was wearing an old Saint Nick red and gold cloak over his red cassock, and a poorly made attachable white beard. Secondo was dressed in an all black 3 piece suit that had a subtle fleur de lis pattern, and was chatting with one of Primo’s ghouls.

The night went on, and you were actually managing to have fun. The ghouls turned one of the snack tables into a flip cup station (much to your dismay as you shuffled the catering staff carrying fresh trays of food back into the kitchen) and several of the Siblings started Christmas karaoke, with a very drunk-looking Copia taking the lead.

Terzo flitted between you and the rest of the guests, chatting with various Clergy members (and skillfully dodging Imperator each time). He snuck up behind you, squeezing your ass.

“Make sure these old fucks are having fun, eh?” he said lowly in your ear, nodding backwards to the senior members of the Clergy.

“And just how am I supposed to do that?” you said, one eyebrow raised, his hand still under your skirt.

He winked at you, handing you a bottle of opened bourbon before cupping your ass cheek in his hand and rubbing it. “We’ll cheers soon, then I can have you all to myself.” He leaned in closer to whisper in your ear. “Papa’s going to be coming down your chimney tonight.”

He clapped you on the ass then darted between people again. “Everybody - eggnog!” he shouted towards the crowd, raising his arms up. He was herding everyone to the center. You thought you might die on the spot from your cheeks burning red, but everyone was paying attention to him - thank Satan.

As everyone poured themselves another glass and gathered, you went around and splashed a bit of bourbon in everyone’s cup.

“Some bourbon for your eggnog, Cardinal?” you asked Copia, approaching him with the bottle.

“Eh, none for me,” he said, hiccuping and covering his glass. “It’s strong enough as it is! I’ve had th-three already.”

“It’s nonalcoholic, Cardinal,” you responded, blinking at him. He looked puzzled and walked away.

You made your way over to Primo who was almost snoozing in his chair. “Papa Primo?” you asked, holding the bottle out, gesturing towards his half empty mug. You weren’t sure if he was dressed like Scrooge on purpose or if those were just his pajamas but he mumbled something that sounded like “Bah,” and shook his head swiftly, the tassel at the end of his nightcap swinging around.

Everyone was standing in a semicircle around Terzo, who for once seemed just slightly lost for words. “Well, uh - shit,” he began, eliciting a few chuckles from the crowd. “I do not know what else to say, other than it’s been a fucking great year. We had two fantastic tours, and we’ll be continuing into next year… I, eh - met someone very dear.” He glanced at you briefly before continuing. “We won a motherfucking Grammy…!”

The ghouls whooped and cheered while the Siblings and other Clergy members clapped. You glanced over in the corner. Even Imperator seemed pleased - maybe.

“Sì, sì it has been phenomenal. You should all be very pleased with yourselves. So pleased in fact I think you should all celebrate, in eh, whatever means you choose to do. And if I do not see you all before the New Year, have an unblessed holiday. Now, we toast! Tomorrow morning we will celebrate our Savior’s birth. But for tonight, we sin.” He held up his glass and the others did the same. “To Lucifer!”

“To Lucifer,” you said, chiming in with a chorus of voices. You swallowed your bourbon-eggnog concoction - mostly bourbon by your heavy hand, you found as you winced slightly, the liquor burning down your throat. You didn’t drink much and this was your first holiday gathering at the Ministry. Next month would mark your first full year here, and the first time you laid eyes upon him - your Terzo.

“Eh, see you next year, Papa!” piped up Copia, still hiccuping as he nodded and ducked out of the crowd. You smiled at the Cardinal’s little joke. Terzo stopped in his tracks for just a moment and acknowledged Copia before walking away.

He rolled his eyes as he walked towards you then his face brightened. “Hello,” he said, standing very close to you.

“Hi, Papa,” you said, smiling at him and holding up the last bit of bourbon, swishing it in the bottle. “Saved the last for you.”

“Mmm,” he said, leaning in to kiss you. “How much? I need to keep my stamina for later.”

You took a swig and shuddered - Satanas, you still couldn’t drink straight liquor. “Not much now.” He chuckled at you and took the bottle from your hand, knocking back the rest. You coughed a couple of times and reached for some party punch, completely forgetting the one you reached for also had alcohol and coughed again.

He patted you soothingly on the back and asked, “Are you okay, tesorina?”

You nodded, finally grabbing the nonalcoholic punch and chugging some.

“Will Papa have to take care of his little elf this evening?” he said, trailing the back of his index finger over your cheek.

“No, Papa,” you said, clearing your throat. “I’ve barely had anything.”

“Good. I have a surprise for you tonight, amore.”

“Hm. Any hint?” you asked coyly.

“Not a fucking clue. Come to my room in five minutes just as you are.” He picked up a handful of hard candies from the snack table and popped a few in his mouth, staring at you while walking backwards a few paces before turning around and heading down the hall.

You continued to mingle with the other Siblings, trying hard to conceal your blushing cheeks but to no avail.

“Someone’s excited about something,” one said.

“It’s nothing,” you murmured.

“Come on - spill!”

“Well, Terzo and I -”

“Terzo?” said another.

“Oooooh!” the others said in a singsong tone almost in unison.

“He said he has a surprise for me, in his room.”

“So you graduated from office visits to home visits now?” asked the first Sibling, looking impressed.

“Well…I’ve seen his bedroom a few times,” you said, not willing to divulge the full truth just yet. You’d been spending most of your nights in his room and sneaking back into the Siblings’ quarters early in the morning. Even though each Sibling had their own room, you knew your Sisters would hear the door to the suite open.

“I think this is the most serious he’s been with anyone,” said the second Sibling. “I’ve been here a few years and usually he’s done with his fling after two months. But you’ve stuck around.” You shook your head, not willing to believe this hype only to be let down. You just wanted to live in the moment and enjoy what you had with Terzo. “You should go - you don’t want to keep him waiting.”

You smiled and bid your fellow Siblings goodbye as they all made lewd gestures to imitate various sex acts and waved you off, wishing you luck.

You walked down the silent and dark corridors, passing ghouls and Siblings alike shrouded in the shadows to have their midnight dalliances, no doubt egged on by the holiday cheer and the alcohol. You smiled, thinking about not having to hide in a hallway like when you first started dating him. Now you had his entire bedroom to have your sultry romps.

You opened his door and walked into his Papal suite, the familiar lush decor and smell of mahogany filling your senses. You passed by the small and elegantly decorated Christmas tree by the fireplace. You wondered just what his surprise might be when you saw him propped up against the wall, a rose in his mouth and —

What was that?

He was dressed in his Santa jacket and hat, with nothing else on - save one thing. Your eyes trailed along his upper body then snapped to what was in between his legs. On the end of his throbbing hard cock was some mistletoe, tied around his shaft by a red ribbon and a little gold bell below it. He waggled his eyebrows and at the same time isolated his pelvic muscles to make his cock bob up and down, tinkling the bell.

“How long have you just been standing there all hard waiting for me?”

His face fell momentarily and he took the rose out of his mouth. “I thought you would like it.”

“I do!” you said, suppressing laughter as best as you could while stepping towards him. You held onto the lapels of his jacket and leaned in. “I do.” He smiled again, a smug look of satisfaction washing over him.

“Good,” he said, handing you the rose. “Because you’re going to get stuffed and glazed just like Secondo’s honey ham.”

You bit your bottom lip, smiling. “But I don’t think it’ll be quite as delicious as you, amore.”

“It should be. I’ve been eating a lot of pineapple for this.”

“Really? Then I’ll have to taste it for myself,” you said, feeling the heat pool at your core.

He cupped your face in his hands, kissing you deeply, slipping his tongue in. You weren’t sure where to place your hands so you held onto the rose with one hand, the other in his hair. He swiftly brought you closer to him, his quivering cock poking at your thigh under your tulle skirt.

“Mm!” you said, surprised at feeling his hardness brush against you.

“Well,” he said, pulling away to look at you. “It’s not going to kiss itself, tesoro.” He twitched his cock again, making it bob up and down and wagged his hips side to side, making it shake the other direction and sounding the bell.

You eyed him slyly as you bent down, gently falling to your knees before him and placing the rose on the floor. You took his cock in your hand and began stroking his length, eyeing the perfect pink tip at the end. Each time you stroked him, the bell would chime.

“Oh cazzo,” he sighed, leaning his head back, his lips parted.

You flicked the tip of your tongue against the head of his cock and watched his abdominal muscles contract. He was like putty in your hands.

“You like that, amore?” you asked teasingly, his shaft in your palm.

He glared at you from the corner of his eye. “Stai zitto,” he said through moans as you continued to swirl your tongue around the head of his cock. But you could swear you saw a smirk pull at the corner of his mouth as he said this.

You closed your eyes as you took his entire length in your mouth, sliding him in and out and clutching onto his hips. The little leaves on the mistletoe tickled your nose each time the bottom of his cock reached your lips.

Clink! Clink! went the bell each time you slid him in and out of your mouth.

He started to whimper and moan quietly, his eyes closed in pleasure. His hand was on the back of your head, gripping your hair tighter the faster you went. At one point he began thrusting into your mouth, probably no longer able to contain himself.

Clink! Clink! ClinkClinkClinkClinkCLINKCLINK

“Mmm!” you mumbled around his cock as the greenery around his member assaulted your face over and over, scratching your nose and cheeks a little bit each time. CLINK.

Your eyes welled with tears as he hit the back of your throat repeatedly. CLINK. At this point you were hardly doing any work, just kneeling there and being used as a vessel. CLINKCLINK

“Satanas you’re going to make me cum like that,” he panted as he continued pushing his hips into your face.

You smiled around him - well as best as you could - and brought him closer by gripping his ass cheeks.

“Ah - cazzo!” he exclaimed, suddenly pulling out of your mouth and panting.

“Terzo?” you asked, trying to look up but you were unable to as his hand remained on your head as he used you to prop himself up and regain composure.

“I can’t cum too soon and ruin the evening, no?” he said, standing up straight and helping you up off the floor. “Not when I haven’t even taken care of you.”

You kissed his laughter lines around his mouth as he spoke, his Papal makeup smudged from your kisses earlier. “You always take such good care of me.”

He turned to face you and held you in an embrace, kissing you passionately again, his hands roaming all over your body. He began to massage your breasts through your costume, building the arousal between your legs even more. Your breathing quickened as you both moaned into each other’s mouths.

“Fuck this fucking blouse,” he said breathlessly, breaking away and tearing at the front of your green cardigan, the buttons flying across his floor - eliciting a ‘Shit!’ from you. “Mmm!” he mumbled, kissing you again, pawing at your chest.

He fumbled around your back at your bra clasp, unhooking it after a couple of tries. You urgently slid the straps off your shoulders and tossed the bra to the floor. He bent down to take your nipple in his mouth, circling his tongue around it and sucking. He alternated, pinching the other one between his fingers.

“Oh Terzo,” you sighed, running your hands through his hair, fiddling with the silver strands peppering his raven hair. He’d never admit to it, but you saw the box dye left on his bathroom counter.

Instinctively you squeezed your legs together, alleviating some of the need to touch yourself. You felt your heart race and a shiver run down your spine.

“Fuck me, please Papa,” you sighed, breath trembling.

“Mm?” he said, glancing up at you between your breasts with a glint in his eyes. He kissed all over your chest, up your neck and finally, your lips. “Is la mia principessa ready for her Papa to fuck her brains out, hm?”

“Yes Papa, please,” you said, still in a breathy whisper. “Fuck me.”

He nodded his head towards the bathroom and glanced over. “Go get a condom and meet me in bed. I’ll get the lube.”

“Why are there none in our nightstand drawer?”

“‘Our?’”

“Shit. You know what I meant.”

He grinned. “Ti stai dimenticando? We used them all last night and I didn’t have time to take some more out.”

Slightly embarrassed at your gaffe, you made your way into the bathroom and started opening drawers. “Where did you put the box?”

“Bottom drawer!” he called out.

Did he think differently of you now? Would he think you were too presumptuous and want to call the whole thing off? Or potentially, were you just overthinking things as usual? “Found it! Oh fuck, shit!”

“Sorella?” He sounded concerned and rushed over to find you on your hands and knees kneeling near the toilet.

“Almost got it!” You had dropped the roll of condom wrappers behind the toilet and had wedged yourself between it and the vanity. “Help me, Terzo!”

“Ah, I see now,” he said slyly. “Call for me in a panic just so you can entrap me.”

“What? Terzo, no, I really do need help, I drop- ”

“Sì, I can help,” he said, kneeling down behind you, his cock right up against your ass.

“It’s just, argh!”

“Argh!” he imitated you, running his hands all along your body.

“It’s right there I can’t - reach - !”

“Has anyone told you how sexy you look with your ass in the air in candy cane tights?”

You rolled your eyes but you knew he couldn’t see. “Er, no - um, thank you. But I dropped the condoms behind the toilet.”

He craned his neck to see. “Ah. This is quite the pickle we are in. You with your hand behind the toilet and your ass against my cock.”

“No, I believe it’s your cock against my ass.”

“What am I to do, tesorina? What should a Papa do when finding his lover in a compromising position, hm?” He leaned down and trailed kisses along your back, momentarily freezing your arm from the continued search of the condoms.

“Fuck…” you whispered, feeling his mouth move further south and his hands finding their way around your waist.

“What’s that, bella? You think Papa should fuck you? You called me in such a panic earlier that I did not bring the lube…mmm, what should we do?” he said, kissing you just above your ass. “Is la mia principessa ready?”

Your body ached with desire. You needed him inside you. He trailed his finger along your tights-covered behind, poking around where your entrance was. “Darling, I think your tights are just a little wet. Let’s see just how wet you are inside.” He gripped the fabric and you heard it ripping apart.

You let out a surprised gasp as the chill air hit your warm, now exposed nether regions. He entered you with a finger and your body shuddered against him as you whimpered quietly.

“Oh yes,” he said in an amused tone. “You are very ready.” He slid out and up to your clit, playing with it gently as you moaned and rocked your body back and forth to feel the friction against his fingers. “So responsive. Una così brava ragazza.”

“Please, Papa,” you said under your accelerated breath. “Please fuck me.”

“Don’t worry amore,” he said, reaching over you and grabbing the sleeve of condoms that you were having trouble getting just moments before. “I will.” He tore off one and ripped it open.

You readjusted yourself on the tile floor so you wouldn’t bang your head against the toilet or the side of the vanity as you heard the crinkle of the wrapper and the clinking of the little bell still attached to his dick.

“Oh FUCK!” you both said in unison as he entered you. He slammed into your dripping cunt with such ease, you felt him bottom out immediately. The tingle of the mistletoe against your clit heightened the sensation.

Clink! Clink! Clink! Clink! In and out, in and out. You both moaned each other’s names in pure, unadulterated passion.

“Ah - merda Sorella, you turn me into a teenager again. Fucking on the floor out of sheer desperation for one another.” Now he was so deep inside you the bell muffled against your body. CLUNK. CLUNK. CLUNK.

“So - mmm! - you’re d-desperate for me?” you said teasingly against the cold tile.

“La mia diavoletta pensa di essere così intelligente, eh? È ora che chiudi la bocca.” With that he fucked into you so hard, so fast, you couldn’t say another word. He pushed your head against the floor roughly, your cheek pressed against the cool marble so hard you could feel the grout indent. He nearly knocked the breath out of you as he hit your g-spot perfectly each time, a relentless grip on the back of your head.

“Ohhh - !” you moaned as he rammed into you over and over. CLUNKCLUNKCLUNKCLUNK. He was thrusting faster, riding out his orgasm, his nails digging deeper into your hips.

“Fuck - I’m going to - cum - Sorella - !” He pounded into you, tapering off his speed as he came, his cock twitching a final time before he slumped over your back, breathing heavily.

“Satanas,” he breathed, his chest heaving wildly as he pulled out, your body shuddering under him at the loss. You heard the snap of latex and the condom hitting the trash can liner.

You turned around and sat down, leaning against the toilet. You watched him untie the mistletoe and take it off, tossing it aside. “So how was it, with that?” you asked, nodding towards the discarded plant.

“Honestly? It was a little itchy. It might just be a novelty.” He tossed himself on his back against the floor. He looked at you, his chest still rising and falling from being out of breath. “How was it for you?”

“Honestly? It was a little itchy,” you repeated. You both smiled and laughed at the absurdity of the situation.

“Come here Sorella, I did not intend to leave you wanting. Hop onto Santa’s lap.”

You crawled over to him and straddled his lap, gazing into his eyes.

“What do you want this year for being such a good little girl?” He asked, caressing your arms and looking at your breasts before flicking his eyes up into yours.

“I want…endless kisses…and a mind-blowing orgasm,” you said, leaning down to kiss him.

He returned the smooch. “Mm, I did not know a present for you would also be a present for me. Come closer and sit on Santa’s face…that’s it, Satanas yes please.”

You moved up his body until you were straddling his face, then delicately lowered your body on him, doing your best to move your skirt out of the way.

He sputtered, spitting out the tulle from his mouth and pulling your hips towards his face again. He batted at the layers of fabric, cursing in Italian, before finding your cunt.

Your eyelids flitted closed as your lips parted in a silent “oh.” He took your clit in his mouth and sucked on it between his lips. He alternated between that and flicking your sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue. You looked down to gaze in his eyes but his face was completely hidden under a green tutu.

You began to buck your hips against his face as he used the flat of his tongue, building up the friction and feeling yourself closing in on orgasm. He switched up and deepened the suction on your clit, flicking his tongue against you simultaneously.

“Oh fuck Terzo - fuck, I’m so close!” You rocked back and forth as you pinched your nipples, heightening the sensation.

His fingernails dug into your hips again as he sped up his ministrations. Grabbing ahold of your waist, he slid you along his mouth faster and faster.

“Oh, Terzo!” you cried out in ecstasy, trembling on your knees above him as you came hard and fast in his mouth. He didn’t let up the motions or the intensity until you pulled away, giggling from the overstimulation. You climbed off of him and sat down next to him, both smiling at one another.

“How are you feeling? Good?” he asked, stroking your thigh.

You nodded your head. “Yes, very. But can I lay down next time? I’ve been on my knees an awful long time.” You both laughed.

“There’s Papa’s little hoe hoe hoe,” he said with a devilish grin. “Of course, amore mio. Anything for you.”

You held onto his hand, playfully caressing all his fingers. “It’s been a very good Christmas so far,” you remarked.

“Mmm. And you haven’t even opened your presents yet.”

“There’s more?”

“What, you thought this was it? No Sorella, go look under the tree.”

You eyed him suspiciously as you stood up, legs still a little shaky. You walked out of the bathroom and into the living room.

You hadn’t noticed the presents under the tree earlier, but there were a few. A lot, actually. Somehow even your gifts for him were under there. One of the ghouls or housekeeping staff must have moved them for you.

One caught your attention - a gold envelope poking out from the middle branches of the tree. You reached inside the tree, accidentally sending the package spilling onto the floor. Two plane tickets splayed out on the floor.

You picked them up in wonder - your name was at the top of one, and his on the other. You walked in a daze over to him.

“You did not truly think I would leave you with just my cock for Christmas, did you?” he said, following you out of the bathroom and now leaning against the wall. “I love you, principessa. I call you princess because to me you are. My sweet little thing. I want to give you the world, my world…would Italy be a good start?”

You flung your arms around him, tears in your eyes. “Yes, Terzo. I think that will be an amazing start.”

[Stay tuned for a continuation of this story!]

Italian to English Translations

(la mia) principessa ((my) princess)

tesorina (little treasure/darling)

amore (mio) ((my) love)

cazzo (fuck)

Stai zitto (Shut up)

Ti stai dimenticando? (Are you forgetting?)

Sorella (Sister/nun)

bella (beautiful)

Una così brava ragazza. (Such a good girl.)

merda (shit)

La mia diavoletta pensa di essere così intelligente, eh? È ora che chiudi la bocca. (My little devil girl thinks she’s so smart, eh? It’s time you shut your mouth.)

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[nameless-ghoul-trash]

Papa emeritus IV X Ghoul!Mom!F!Reader (Part 1)

Ghouls age different than humans. (Y/N) was a perfect example of this fact. Through her many years in the abbey, she was unchanging, compared to her human counterparts. Keeping almost the same unearthly grace and beauty she had the day they were summoned. She has seen so many faces come and go as she remained to same in appearance.

The quintessence ghoul had been around the abbey for as long as anyone could remember. Summoned nearly 7 generations of Papa's ago, by Papa Nihals grandfather. Before even the ghost project ghouls.

Due to this (Y/N) grew to hold humans, and even ghouls, at arms length. Leaving her private life her own. She was also known to rarely take lovers, if any at all. Tired of grieving the losses of companions throughout her time as a part of the ministry. This never stopped her from being kind, though. She took care of everyone around her. Making sure everyone is fed, clean, happy, and healthy. She had earned the nickname "Ma" and "Mama Ghoul" because of her motherly nature. Little does anyone know she is just that, a mom. A mom who misses her kit.

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Lightly proof read.

Warning: sodo being a softy?, Cussing

Part 2

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You looked around the common area, making a mental checklist of the tasks that needed to be done. Placing your headphones in, you quickly got to work cleaning the areas. You were charged with keeping the ghoul dens clean, tidy, and stocked. It was just one of the many chores you completed daily. While most of the ghouls were out doing their own things, you would care for the dens. Ensuring everyone had a nice place to come to by the end of the day. The dens span over the east wing of the abbey. The different eras of the ghost project having their own spaces and one large den for the rest of the ghouls in the abbey. That's where your room was. You were currently in the den for the Imprea era ghouls. This one being made up of 12 bed rooms, only 8 of which were occupied, a common area, and a small but comfortable kitchen. It is the last ghoul den that needed done for the day.

   You make your way around gathering the different "nesting" materials laying in various areas of the room. Folding the blankets, you hang all of them one by one on the blanket ladders. You fallow by placing the pillows in their respective spots and putting the random articles of clothing stung about in the hamper. Wiping down and dusting the needed surfaces, you finish by vacuuming and taking out the trash. Doing a once over of the space, you deem it good enough. Pulling out your headphones, you look over to the clock on the wall. Quarter till noon. Almost lunch time. Turning off all the lights, you make your out into the hall. You would be back later that night. It was your turn to clean up after supper.

Making your way to the dining hall in the larger ghouls den, you grab a light lunch and make your way toward the emptiest table available. You prefer to eat in the ghouls den over the regular dining hall, like most ghouls. Avoiding the crowds and loudness that comes with dining with all the siblings of sin. You avoided them whenever possible. Hearing heavy footsteps approaching, you turn slightly. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot a very unpleased looking Sodo making his way towards you. His tail thrashed behind him violently. Reaching the table, he pulls out his chair and throws himself in it, arms crossed, looking straight ahead. If his body language didn't signale that he was pissed, the heat rolling off his body in waves sure did. Blinking at him, you note the ghoulettes, swiss and rain take a seat further down to long table beside Sodo. You also take notice of the absence of two other ghouls that were typically with the group. Turning your attention back to Sodo, you search for an explanation. "Hey, what wrong?"  You asked Sodo softy. He looked over to you and seemed ready to explode. "They pulled Aether from the upcoming tour. Ma, the fuck are we supposed to do?" His out burst startled you slightly but you were quick to recover. Sodo retracted into himself trying not to let grief and anger over take him. Casting a glance at the others they seem to be in a similar states of distress. Grabbing onto Sodo, you drug him into a standing position with little to no protest. Nodding for the others to fallow you, you leave your lunch abandoned on the table. Leading them all to you room to avoid unwanted attention. "Where is Aether and Mountain?" You asked, opening your door to let everyone in. "Aether is still with Copia and Sister Imperator. Mountain is probably in the garden. He split off after we left practice."  Swiss answered. The taller ghoul did not come to you in search of comfort as often as the others did. You never pushed him to either. He would when he needed it.

    Sitting down on the ground in a circle, you had Cumulus to your left and Sodo to your right. Opening the arms, you let him lean into you. You had always had a soft spot for him. He reminded you of your kit in ways. High energy and a quick tongue. Then again, Rain and him shared similar traits to. You had not seen him in so long. 

   "Okay, tell me what happened." You throw out. Everyone started talking at once, overlapping each others words. "Hey! Okay, one at a time!" You called out. "We were in practice. Everything was fine, but Sister Imperator came in and announced the need for a band meeting." Rain answered first, Cirrus picking up where he left off. "Going on about pulling Aether and summoning a replacement. Blah, blah, blah. We don't need a replacement! Aether is just fine!" She throws her hands up, tail thuding on the floor. "Did Papa know? Was he part of the decision?" You pushed. "I don't think so. He was pretty upset, too."  It was Cumulus' turn to answer. The thought pained you a little. You had met Copia in his early twenties, but only getting to learn who he was as a person when he had become Cardinal. He was awkward but had always been kind and did not ask for a lot. He never treated you any different than he did any human. Occasionally, you would run into each other in the garden or in the halls, and he would always take the time to exchange pleantries or take a short walk with you. He had also asked to help if you were working on chores every now and then. You had become quite fond of him. None of that changed even after he became Papa, though you did see him less and less.

    "He was trying to talk to Imperator with Aether when we were dismissed."  Sodo mumbles into your shoulder. "They can't take Aeth away. I don't understand." Looking down at the fire ghoul, you rubbed his back in a comforting manner. Using some of your quintessence for added affect. "Was it explained why they are replacing him?" You asked. It didn't make much sense to you why they would. Aether is one of Copia's longest standing ghouls. He was also fiercely loyal. They all were. To there Papa and to each other. Everyone stayed quiet for a moments, the tension that had slowly been dissipating started to rise once more. "Sister Imperators' only reasoning was something about the need for someone new. Possibly someone younger."  Swiss's words made your blood turned to ice, tail twitching and ears flattening back. You had heard something similar said by Sister Imperator some time ago. It ended with a certain Papa you had considered a close friend dead.

      Aether was one of the older one in the group, yes, but they had just introduced Aurora to the band in place of Sunshine for this tour. "I'm going to go talk to Papa. See if I can't figure out more of what's going on." You let a pouting Sodo sit up, getting to your feet. "You guys are free to lounge around in here if you want. I'll be back later."  You quickly made her exit, closing the door softly.

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    Sodo looked at the ghouls around him. Ripping his mask off, he flops back with a groan. "This is turning out to be a shit day. And to top it off (Y/N)'s upset now, too."  Sodo sounded defeated. Sodo had an attachment to the older ghoul. She had always had a way of calming him and getting him to talk. Always being there to help. Burn a hole in his clothes? No problem, she'll add patches. Have a headache? She'll offer to rub your neck and temples. He had always been able to rely on her. So had all the others. "We should probably go find Mountain and see if Aether is out of the meeting yet." Rain suggested. Everyone grumbles their agreements. Collectively, they stood and made their way to the door, Sodo slipping his mask back on.

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    You had checked the practice room first in hopes of finding Copia. No such luck. You now found your at his office door. Taking a second to breath, you reins in your thoughts. You knew getting attached to anyone would get you in unwanted situations again, but the group had weaseled their way into the spaces of your heart.

    With a sigh, you knocked on the door and waited a second for a reply. After hearing a muffled "Enter," you let yourself in. Moving into the office, it smelt heavily of burning incense. Looking around the room, you take in the different details. From the couch to your right to the little trinkets that litter one of his bookshelves on the left. (E/C) eyes finally settled on Copia at his desk. "Oh! Fiore! Please, sit! What brings you here?"  He scrambled to clean up his desk and make himself presentable. "I am far from a fragile little flower, Papa." You giggled, taking a seat in the chair placed in front of his desk, tail curling up towards your thigh. Soft eyes take him in. He looks like he'd been crying. His eyes are bloodshot and puffy, and his papal makeup smeared beyond saving. "Not all flowers are, cara, some are deadly and have a bite to them. And please! Call me Copia." He graces you with a soft smile.  "Now what brings a bel fiore, such as yourself, to me today?" Sigh softy, you lock eyes with Copia. "Your ghouls came to me about today. What's going on? They are all angry and upset." Copia's faces falls and a sadness seeps deep into his eyes. Slumping back into his chair, he takes a deep breath. "I am assuming you are talking about the Aether situation?" You nod. "Sister is using it as a form of punishment for me. I am not meeting her expectations. This is her way of telling me, "Get your act together."" He says the last part in a mocking manner. A look of shock crosses your face. "I hope she realizes that you are not the only one that she is punishing with this. The entire band will feel this. It will affect them all on an almost catastrophic level! Aether is an important part of the band." A look of desperation falls over his face. "(Y/N), fiore, I am well aware. Ma cosa devo fare? I tried. She would not budge. I realize what is at stake here, but there is only so much I can do!" They both go silent for a couple of moments. Realization settled in the pit the pit of your stomach. He truly had no control over her decisions. Copia rans his gloved hands over his face, smearing the papal paint more. "Is she sending him back to the pit?" You whispered the question.

You half yearned to go back, but afraid of what you would do if the time ever came. You had been in the abbey so long. You would leave so much behind, but what about what you had left in the pit. You were giving up something either way. "Lucifer, no! That is something I would never allow! This could just be temporary. I will figure something out. Sister plans to summon the new ghoul next friday."  9 days from now. You studied him. He looked truly exhausted. "You're going to have to go talk to them."  Copia let out a defeated sigh, "I know."  "They are devastated." "I know. I know."  "So what are you going to do?" He sat in thought at the question. He was good with the ghouls. They were his family, but this was uncharted territory for them all. "Will you help me talk to them?" He seems unsure of himself at his own question. When you didn't answer immediately, he started to ramble, neck and ears turning red. "You don't have to if you don't want to! I just figured the ghouls hold you in a high regard and that -" "I'll help." You cut him off, offering a small smile. "When do you want to do it?"  Copia visibly relaxed. He was honestly slightly surprised that you agreed. "After supper tonight? After they have eaten?" Copia suggested. You nodded. "That'll work. I have supper clean up for their den tonight." 

Copia smiled at you. "Molto bene! Then it is set! Meet at the den around 6:30?"  "That works."  Setting his hands on his desk, he is a little more cheerful.

     "Now that we have a plan, tell me,  il mio fiore, how have you been? Our little chats have grown to be few and far between. I think about you sometimes, though!" His word brings a small blush to your face. "I have been alright, I suppose. Just busy. How have you been, Copia?" 

      "I have been very busy myself. With all my duties as Papa and now the in coming tour. It's has been quite a lot to handle, but we make due. Sister is not always pleased I have found." Copia quiets at the end. "I will get everything under control, though. I just have to, emmm, figure it all out."  He says with what seems to be almost a fained confidence. Like he was trying to convince himself more than you. "You can ask for help, Copia. With all your duties and paperwork." You flick one of the many piles of paper on his desk. "You know that, right? You truly are not alone in this. I'm sure most of us would be willing to step in and help if you just ask."  Copia stilled, as if what you said surprised him. "I could never ask anyone to take on my work. Especially on top of everything you all already do." You giggle softly at him. He is so stubborn.  "Copia, I'm sure it would be fine. Hell, I'll help you get caught up every night after my chores if you need. You have a lot on your plate right now and have to prepare to welcome a new ghoul into your circle soon. That's not going to be an easy feat. I bet you could get it done in no time if you let people help." Copia took in every word.

     The man had always liked you. He had developed a small crush on you in his younger years. He never could quite get over it, but he never acted on it too much, either. The occasional flirty compliment or a small effort to go out of his way to make conversation, but nothing past that.  "I suppose you are right. I appreciate the offer, fiore. Truly, but you have much on your plate as well. I will take your advice and look into getting help."  You laughed gently. Moving to stand up, you offered a small smile. "I hope you do. I have chores the need finished, so unfortunately, I'm going to cut our time short. Thank you for your time. I'll see you at 6:30." Copia makes his way around the desk and over to the door. "Yes, thank you for coming to me. I will see you then." He opens the door for you. Stopping at in the frame, you look back to him. "Oh, and one more thing." He waits a moment. "They regard you just as high. Don't ever doubt your ghouls." With that, you take your leave. Closing the door, Copia strides back to his desk. Taking a seat, he let out a long breath. He has a lot to think about.

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Bel - lovely

Fiore - flower

Cara - dear

Ma cosa devo fare - but what am i to do?

Molto bene - very good

Il mio fiore - my flower

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Hello friends! I decided to turn this into a multi part series. I hope you enjoy part 1! I appreciate any feedback as this I my first fic. I am also accepting requests. Thank you for your read!

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Day 1: Naughty Presents by @copias-sewer-rat (Primo x afab!reader) Day 2: Ungrumpify Your Papa by me! (Secondo x afab!reader) Day 3: Mistletoe'd by @ghulehunknown (Terzo x afab!reader) Day 4: Treasure Hunt by @bupia (Copia x afab!reader)

[osiiiris]

The Third Law

Papa Emeritus III x F!Reader

When I started posting this fic I only had the first 2 chapters ready and I wasn’t sure someone would be interested in a fic like this, but the feedbacks from the beginning comforted and motivated me to go on. I am happy that it was appreciated so I have decided to dedicate it at least a last decent update post here on Tumblr for the finale.

Summary: In your imagination you would have expected to find him with his traditional corpse paint, almost forgetting that he hadn't been Pope for years; what you were confronted with, instead, was a simple man, tired and in his most vulnerable moment. Yet there is still a dormant beauty in his timeworn features, and you remember what one of the senior Sisters had told you about him: at first, you might think you can't stand him or don't like him at all, but that man is dangerous. He always finds a way.

Or:

Terzo Emeritus is temporarily forced on wheelchair and crutches due to a knee injury. You have to take care of him and his house for a month and a half.

Nothing you haven’t done before, you’d think. Well, think again.

Warnings: mention of drug use, main character injury, minor character death, hurt-comfort, physical disability, conflict resolution.

Chapter 9 - The Third Law: AO3 | Wattpad

Epilogue: AO3| Wattpad

[demonicdames]

A little writing project of mine that I have on A03 that I'm going to throw here to. Rated: E F/M Papa Emeritus II x F!Reader Cardinal Copia x F!Reader Chapter 11: It comes to this Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

You stood in front of your mirror holding up different outfits. "What does one wear on a business date?" You asked turning to look at the rats playing around in their cage, marmalade currently resting in the corner of her own set up heavily pregnant, you loved that cute little blond rat her color pattern made it look like she was wearing a yellow shawl. "What do you guys think?." You held up the outfits as if the pets would answer you.

"I like the black dress." Spinning you were face to face with Copia who was leaning against the doorway you let out a breath. "Copia you scared the fuck out of me." A hand was on your chest before you realized that you were only in your undergarments blushing you held the dress up to cover yourself. "Why? it is not like I have not seen your beauty before." his words made your face grow a little warmer as you took the black dress and slid it on over your head, fluffing out your hair in the mirror you could see how red and puffy Copias eyes were your face twisted into one of concern.

"Copia your eyes- have you been crying?." You walked over to him your hand cupping his cheek you could feel him start to lean into your touch but pull away. "Do not go." He spoke sternly "What?." "I said do not go, stay here, with me instead." Copia took your hands into his gloved ones. "Cara Mia please stay with me." "Copia I ca-." "I can give you anything and everything you want cara, love me the way I love you the night we spent together you looked so happy you always look happy when you are with me and-and-and the confessional I can make all of it come true, and more we can be more, just--- stay." Copias confession had you staring at him… confessional?..oh…OH! Oh fuck now you remembered everything you said suddenly you were feeling guilty he thought you…. oh this poor man, this poor big hopeful-eyed man. "Copia-." "Please, if I have to get onto my knees say it sorella and I shall do it." "No, no Copia don't-." You paused staring at him.

"You… love me?." You watched as Copias face went beat red right up to the tips of his ears realizing through his stammering and pleas for you to stay that he had admitted his feelings. "I-I-I-." His pushy demeanor fell flat, his eyes looking down at your hands held within his, circles rubbed around your knuckles. "S-Si I do, I have f-for a while." Ah, there was that stuttering wonderful fool you knew. "Look, I've already promised Secondo this afterward I'll come right back here okay?." "..Promise?." The word was muttered and the tone almost broke your heart there was a fleeting thought of texting Secondo and saying something came up, no you wouldn't do that to him. "Just one thing- can I have just one kiss before you go?." You chuckled nodding to Copia who perked up a small smile coming to his face. "Grazie." Leaning in he let his lips brush against yours, it was only supposed to be a short sweet kiss but as soon as you kissed back your hands were all over each other. His finding their way up your dress to your breast in minutes flat teasing each nipple with the pad of his thumbs you both swallowed each other's moans, damn Emeritus's, and their tasty lips. Copia's lips kissed their way down your throat. "Okay- I need to finish getting ready for the meeting." Appreciating that you called it a meeting instead of a 'date' Copia listened reluctantly pulling away from you his breathing heavy, kissing his cheek you finish getting ready applying your makeup, and fixing your hair the last bit was a spritz of perfume after looking at yourself to make sure you looked okay-ish, you stepped out you baby talked to the three little rats Bisscoti, Rigatoni, and Marmalade.

"You look like you're about ready to pop sweetie." Grabbing a sunflower seed you gave each of the ones watching them scurry to eat it, hearing the little chitters upon standing you turned to see Copia staring at you. "What?." "Ah.. eh… n-nothing you just- you just look beautiful sorella." You felt your cheeks redden. "Thank you, Copia, I'll be back alright." He stopped you for one more kiss on the cheek heading out to the front of the ministry your heels clicking against the cement steps. The chauffeur Ghoul drove the car around, looking back at the large building you swore you had seen a shadow move away from one of the windows the move making you chuckle as you slipped into the back seat. Settling in you sighed, damn it, you were in a dilemma now between Secondo and Copia, you never thought you'd see yourself in this kind of situation that was for sure. The ghoul's eyes looked at your reflection in the mirror seeing how troubled you looked. "Everything alright doll?." He asked shaking you from your thoughts. "Yeah, Axel everything is-… no everything isn't fine I have a lot on my mind." You thought for a moment perhaps you could get some outside help.

"Axel?." "Hm?." "I have this friend right, another sister of sin and she likes two people very much how do you know when it's love and not just lust?." Axel thought for a few minutes stopping at a red light. "Hmm, I think you should talk to Divine about that one." He looked at your reflection again before adding.

"Tell your friend to ask each person what they love about her and see which one loves what's on the inside instead of just the package." You stared at the ghoul for a moment. "You know Axel.. that is pretty good advice." Maybe you would try that and see how they felt, see who wanted you for you and not just your body, once the car stopped in front of the restaurant you leaned forward between the seats and pressed a kiss to the cheek of the ghoul's mask the hell beast giving you an affectionate purr in return, stepping out you straightened your dress and patted at your hair. Walking into the place right off the bat you could tell it was very fancy, a live band playing soothing music and everyone dressed high-class it made you feel a little underdressed.

"Sorella." You heard his voice making you turn around and greeted by his paintless face, dressed in what looked like a satin black suit his usual leather gloves on. "Secondo." You greeted him as he took his sunglasses off, hooking them into his suit pocket. "Bella, I am so glad you came." He took your hand placing a kiss on the back of it. "Do you have a reservation?." The desk woman asked as she returned. "Si, it is under Emeritus." The woman looked through her list. "Oh yes, this way please." Secondo linked your arms together as you walked to the back of the restaurant, opening the sliding doors to the balcony where several tables sat, Twinkle lights blinked like stars circled the roof a smile rested on your lips as you took in the sight. "It's so beautiful and that view." You unlooped your arm from Secondos to speed walk to the edge overlooking the city down below so many lights and colors. "I always come here," Secondo spoke standing beside you. "I figured you would like it." You both were seated at the table the menus given to you, Secondo ordered a bottle of wine for the table, it was all… so romantic you had no idea that the man across from you could put something like this together.

He poured your glass and then his own. "Now onto business, the file system you had set up worked phenomenally, the sister they saddled me with can't compare and I was wondering if you had written any of your tips or tricks down to get things moving easier again." You blinked staring at him. "They gave you a new assistant?." You felt your mouth go dry. "Temporary assistant." Secondo corrected You forced a smile but you couldn't help the thought that rose in the back of your mind… were they co-workers with benefits too?.. "Which sister if I may ask?." "Sister Leiah." Sister Leiah?! He had to be fucking her she was beautiful in the face and body to boot when you were new to the Ministry you even caught yourself looking at her for too long sometimes, that and she had quite the reputation. The evening went on talking about random things mostly about work, Latin translations, and that you'd have a step-by-step guide on his desk soon so things would run smoothly. You wore a smile yet inside your heart was breaking all you could think about was fucking Leiah in Secondos arms, on his desk where you had been on so many occasions for three years you gave yourself to him willingly. He had even told you he loved you in that moment you wished you had canceled and stayed home with Copia but you were a woman of your word and you would treat this as a business meeting.

"So does Leiah have any organizational abilities at all?." "Sister Imperator said she had them however I have yet to see them." Your mind kept slipping back to Primo's kitchen the slow dancing the goofiness, was it a dream or was it a reality? you couldn't tell anymore. Even for Secondo's emotionally stunted ass, he could tell something wasn't right with you. "Tesoro, what is wrong? you've been so quiet toni-." "Are you messing with her?." "Scusa?." "Are you messing with her?." He didn't answer right away. "I wouldn't call a few massages 'messing', why?" "Okay, I think we are done here." You spoke tapping your mouth clean. "Cara no wait-." "No." No was one thing he hated being told and you knew it, he hated it even more when you disobeyed and weren't his 'good girl' as he had called you multiple times in the past he was so confused what's even worse is that you didn't even hear him out, you knew how Secondo could be once he had several drinks in his system, the thoughts just kept on hounding your mind and chipping away at your heart as you got up and stormed off, you could hear him call after you, he couldn't follow the restaurant not letting him leave until he had paid the bill luckily you were a fast walker even in heels. Lucifer you felt so stupid! How could you have fallen for him even after knowing how many siblings desired him and how many threw themselves at him it made you wonder if he was fucking anyone else on the side when you were his assistant.

You were walking blindly into the night and before you knew it you were at least a mile from where the ghoul had dropped you off. Sighing in frustration as you pulled out your phone seeing many calls and unread text messages from Secondo, still pissed you ignored them and tapped on your screen.

Hey Copia… are you still awake?.. Si, Sorella are you alright?

No :') He didn't hurt you, did he? What did he do?! I will hunt him down.

Easy Copia easy! though it's nice to know you would go after Secondo's ass for me x'D I would go after anyone's ass who hurts you.

That's so sweet, uh I hate to ask since it's so late but… could you give me a ride home? I kind of stormed off like a dumbass UnU Of course Sorella, anything for you just give me the location and I'll be there.

You looked around seeing that it was one of the many parks in the area, texting the address to him you walked over to the playground kicking your shoes off before stepping into the sand and heading over to the swings. You took a seat hand wiping your eye. "I'm so fucking stupid." you scolded yourself as you gently swayed to and fro. Back at the Ministry Copia was rushing around looking for his keys muttering ways he was going to kick Secondo's ass for hurting you, finding them he rushed out down to the door. "Cardi what in the seven hells are you doing?." Imperator asked. Telling her that you needed him to come and get you put a smile on the greying blond's face, it seems things were moving along quicker than she expected. "Well, you look all too happy." Belial's voice came as he phased through the wall his hands behind his back. "Of course, soon we'll have our new leader and his Prime Mover, a packaged deal to ensure the future, Secondo is doing half the work for me." Imperator chuckled. "Emotionally stunted fool." Belial rolled his eyes. "You sound like a two-bit Disney villain." "Shut up!." Imperator hissed at the Infernal Prince as he phased back into the wall.

You looked down at your phone watching the time go by looking up whenever a car drove by hoping that it was Copia, when one did finally stop you were relieved to see that old Buick and even more so to see the driver that got out of it, whatever loud song he had been listening to was turned off as he made his way over. The Cardinal, well he wasn't dressed in his cassock sat in the swing next to you. "You okay?." You gave a slow nod to him watching as he held out a gloved hand a small smile came to your face as you accepted the handhold both gently swinging slowly hand in hand. "Sorella?, may I ask what happened?." "Just…." You let out a breath, Copia deserved some kind of answer given that he had come out here at ass o' clock at night. "Apparently.. they gave Secondo a new assistant, Sister Leiah and we all know her reputation." You couldn't help but sound a bit snobby, the tone made Copia snort. "Is that why you were so upset cara?" "No, I asked him if he was messing with her, you know 'messing'. " "I know, I know, I know." "Well, he paused and then said." You did your best mock Secondo impression. "I wouldn't call a few massages 'messing' ." You sighed your toes kicking at the sand burying your big toes and enjoying the coldness of the earth. "We all know what that leads to, especially with someone like Sister Leiah, she's so pretty but a total snobby bitch." "You think she's pretty?." Copia asked his brow arching. "Yeah, don't you?, Everyone does hell even Primo probably." that got a chuckle from the Cardinal. "I doubt that Primo has eyes for anyone aside from Gemma and please you are a million times better looking than Leiah." You could feel the warmth come to your face along with a smile even if he was just saying it to be nice it felt good. "Go home and watch a movie?." He asked thumb rubbing circles onto your knuckle. "It's a date." You giggled both gently swinging slowly still hand in hand. "You're my best friend Copia."

'Friend' a part of his heart chipped again hearing the word he could already hear Dew 'Man you got friend zoned!!!!' as much as he wanted to argue the fact and ask you about being more than friends Copia stayed silent he could tell you were hurting and didn't want to hurt you further or anger you. Finally, the two of you got up from the swings heading to Copias car his arm around your shoulders as soon as you picked up your heels a car pulled up behind Copia's Secondo getting out of the back seat. "Sorella! there you are I was worried why did- what is he doing here?." Copia tried to appear brave but Secondo's cold stare sent a shiver down his spine. "I asked him to pick me up." "Why?." "You know why." Secondo looked utterly confused, did he not know? did you make a fool of yourself again? you looked at Copia as if he had the answer to your unasked question. "Is this about Leiah?." Secondo asked his arms crossing. "Yes." You answered faster than you wanted to. "How cute tesoro you are jealous." Secondo chuckled. "That is cute but nothing is going on between me and Sister Leiah." He insisted, true it was just a massage you'd given him massages before while he worked, but then that was you, not the ministries bicycle, and really… were you any better? you've fucked Copia though in your defense that was before Secondo told you he loved you.

You looked between the two men.. a choice needed to be made that night so you shut your brain off and listened to your heart for once…

-- to be continued --

The Assistant -- FIN -- 2. 3. Taglist: @thesoundresoundsecho , @xpapaemeritus

[cupfullofpapas]

Second Vol in The Assistant series: In the arms of a Devil Rated: E F/M Cardinal Copia x F!Reader Papa Emeritus IV x F!Reader The results of the poll!!! Chapter 1: The choice

You looked between the two men uncertainty written all over your face, you looked back at Copia your eyes glassy with oncoming tears, there was heartbreak in his face but not for the 'what if' but the fact that you were in so much emotional pain. The Cardinal had been there for you in your saddest moments, Secondo knew your body by heart. You took a step towards Secondo and another but the thought of Leiah coming to you again you could just.. picture her there and it hurt even more now.

Turning you ran back to Copia colliding with him your arms wrapped around him tightly, face hidden in his chest, he was shocked his wide mismatched eyes looking down at you his arms held out to each side, you... you chose him?.... Secondo reached an arm out as if he could have caught you from his spot mismatched eyes wide and staring, the second oldest Emeritus was so sure, so positive that you would come to him like you always did no matter what the argument was, no matter what had been said or yelled you had always come back to him but this time... this time he lost you the one thing he swore he couldn't live without. 

Unhooking his sunglasses from his jacket pocket Secondo slipped them on covering his eyes from your sight, he couldn't look weak, no he wouldn't allow you to see the salty tears that were beginning to well. He swore it would be a lifetime and a half before he opened himself up again to anyone that was for sure, his face remained emotionless a simple nod of the head before slipping back into the car. Secondo must have yelled at the driver given the fact the wheels spun as they left.  Your face stayed hidden against Copias chest his arms finally coming to wrap around and hold you tightly his gloved hand stroking your hair as you sniffled. 

"Shhhh cara mia, everything will be okie dokie." You managed a broken laugh at that which had him smiling.  "Copia?."  "Si sorella?."  "Can we.. not go back to the ministry tonight?."  "Where do you want to go?." "Anywhere but there."  

Nodding the Cardinal continued walking with you back to his vehicle, opening the passenger side door for you. Slipping inside you admired how pristine it was for its age the Cardinal took very good care of it. Driving to a gas station Copia filled the tank of his car and bought a plethora of snacks, you silently thanked Lucifer below that the front seat was a bench seat it allowed you to snuggle up to him your head on his shoulder while his free arm wrapped around you as you both drove around aimlessly in the night listening to the radio every so often he would turn and place a kiss atop your head.

 You drove around for what seemed like hours until Copia finally stopped at a little alcove that overlooked the town, you had fallen into a light sleep by the time the car had stopped a gentle shake rose you from your gentle slumber. Blinking awake you rubbed your eyes and sat up. 

"Where are we?" you asked sitting up more. "Not at the ministry." Copia teased to which you rolled your eyes.

"Beef Jerky?." He asked holding up the package, you gladly took it as you got out of the car feeling the cool crisp of the night stretching your arms above your head, you arched a brow as Copia moved to the back seat of his car pulling out a blanket. 

You smiled as he walked over to an area just under a willow tree and laid it out on an area of soft grass that acted as cushioning, the bag of goodies and drinks set down onto it.  "Not bad for a last-minute date, no?."  Smiling you walked over to the blanket watching as fireflies glew like twinkle lights in the sky. 

"I think I like this last-minute date far more than that fancy high-class date."  You admitted which put a soft hue of red onto the Cardinal's face as he stared at you. "Eh?.. oh sit, sit, sit sorella." Copia helped you down onto the blanket before he took a seat as well next to you. 

"Not exactly traditional moonlit picnic food but I figured it would do."  "It's perfect." Giggling you picked up a box of juice shaking it up as Copia did the same, poking the straw into the hole you held up your box.   "Cheers."  "Cheers, tesoro." 

 With a soft tap of the boxes you sipped from the straws, opening one of the little packaged cakes you held it up to his lips, Copia doing the same holding the little tasty treat to your lips. it was hard not to smile as you took a bite of the offered treat enjoying the feeling of the stiff chocolate cracking under your teeth and the taste of the cream filling on your tongue.  Copias eyes went huge as some of it fell onto your chest, you wiped it up and licked it off your finger.  it was only then you saw the intent stare he had, had on the drop, a devious smile came to your lips as you took the cake and tilted it with a little squeeze another drop of the cream hit your chest. 

"Oopsie silly me." 

"Yes, silly you indeed dolce."

 Copia chuckled leaning in to lock his sweet lips with your own, you had forgotten just how soft they were, those sweet soft lips kissed down your jaw and even lower pausing to suck at your jugular, the move getting a soft moan from you Copia sank lower his tongue licking along your soft skin collecting the spilled cream. 

Your fingers slid up into the hair on the back of his head as his tongue lavished your skin sinking it between your breasts as far as he could. 

"Oh, Copia"  The words came out in a pleased sigh you aren't sure if you laid back or if he pushed you back, all you knew was that your back was now against the cool blanket below and he was on top of you now your legs moving to rest over his hips.

You gave a soft breathly moan of his name as his tongue sank between your breasts once again sliding it from there all the way to your ear the lobe being taken between his teeth. 

Your breath hitched in your throat as your hands traveled along his back sliding over his love handles down to the front of his red sweatpants. Copia gave a breathly moan against your ear as your hand ran along the arch in his pants, you couldn't deny the spark you felt when he touched you, and when you touched him, his lips found yours again as you both sank back into sensory bliss as they moved together. Feeling his tongue poke at your bottom lip you parted yours inviting him in to claim what was now his, you whimpered with need into the liplock which finally broke when both of your lungs were crying for air a thin string of spittle connecting your tongues for only mere seconds.

He wanted you.... he wanted you so damn bad but he didn't have any protection with him and he wasn't about to ask if you had brought any condoms on your business meeting with Secondo. For now, he would just let his weepy cock suffer however you had other plans as you pushed both his pants and boxers low enough to let the Cardinals cock fall free into the cool air. 

"I..I..I...I don't have any condoms on me car-ah!-." Copia gasped as your hand wrapped around his need his hips giving a buck pushing his cock through your fist until your pinky pressed against the fine hairs of his pubic area. 

"Again." Your voice was soft and lusty watching as his cock head vanished into your fist only to reappear with a shudder of a moan from its owner, after urging him on again Copia was fucking your fist moaning and making small pitiful noises as he thrust into the warm embrace of your fist. You were enjoying yourself watching and hearing the sounds of pleasure fall past your Cardinal's lips.  "Tesoro I...I'm I can't-." Copia gasped while you lifted your head up to his ear to whisper. 

"Cum for me amore." That was all it took as his hips sped up, moving erratically until he finally spilled his seed in thick warm ropes across your belly his load slowly seeping into your dress. Copia collapsed atop you his head resting in the crook of your neck you opened your mouth about to speak however the only thing that came out was a staggered moan as you felt fingers brush over your clothed sex. "Don't think you are getting away unscathed sorella," Copia whispered into your ear causing a shiver to run up your spine, as your Cardinal sank lower along your body his hands pushing up the skirt of that little black dress he didn't stop until he was face to face with your clothed pussy. You squeaked in surprise as he pressed his face against your panties you could feel the point of his nose press over your clit as he breathed you in. 

"The sweetest of scents." His gloved fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties pulling them down until he was greeted with your slick, you barely had time to say a word before the Cardinal licked his lips and set in on his meal, you. Lucifer below you never knew how talented that tongue of his was, Copia had your back arching against the ground below. Your back fell back to the blanketed earth as your hips arched up against his face. Copia gave a soft growl against your sensitive flesh as his hands moved to your hips pinning them down, holding them still as he ate you slurping your wetness in like a man stranded in the desert would fresh water. 

 Your Cardinal moved to your pleasure bud taking the little bundle of nerves between his lips suckling softly tongue rolling against it from side to side. Your head fell back as you called out his name hips trying to arch again however his stronghold kept them pinned. His name was chanted from your lips as his tongue lashes became more desperate, Copia greedily ate you out bringing you to your peak not once nor twice but a total of three times you unraveled below him, the Cardinal felt a little power trip each time you came and called out for him. 

After your fourth orgasm, your entire body went limp against the blanket. "Oh Satan have mercy."  You gasped breathlessly feeling the tip of his tongue flick at your oversensitive clit, you caught his head between your thighs the move getting a laugh. Copia slipped your panties back up as he crawled up to lay beside you his arm wrapping around you and pulling you back against him, you were unsure of where all this bravery of his came from but fuck you loved it. You were content just laying there listening as Copia's breathing started to calm against the back of your neck. It was then that you felt a wet drop hit you, blinking you looked up at the sky as another drop fell. 

"It's starting to rain." 

Copia looking up got hit in his white eye. "Ah shit," He stood and helped you up grabbing the blanket before it could get too wet. You both hopped into the back seat of his car right as the rain started to pour accompanied by a low rumble of thunder, sharing a little laugh you both snuggled in to rest falling asleep together in the back of the car after an eventful day and night.

--To be continued-- Tag list: Comment below if you would like to be tagged for new chapters! @thesoundresoundsecho @xpapaemeritus

[jossambird]

Rooted in your love - P6: Darkened slumbers and warm hands.

Cardinal Copia x F!Reader - Primo x F!Reader, Secondo x F!Reader, Terzo x F!Reader

Word count: 5k

Warnings: Mature. Hanahaki Disease and all that comes with that (choking, being sick, acceptance of death, etc), Eventual Smut, Eventual 18+ acts, Angst, Unrequited Love.

Summary: You couldn't pinpoint when exactly you had fallen in love with the newly arrived Cardinal, but one was certain: you had Hanahaki disease.

Chapter summary: You wake from your strange slumber and have a tender moment with the Papa who’s been at your side since the beginning. A coincidental meeting leads to a new friendship, with the man under the façade.

Author’s note: No Cardinal Copia or Papa Secondo in chapter, but the next? 👀

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Part 1 🌿 - Part 2 🌿 - Part 3 🌿 - Part 4 🌿 - Part 5 🌿

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Slowly did your senses come back to you, soft light shining against your eyelids just like it did in the early mornings, waking you from the slumber you weren’t aware you had taken. Warmth was the second thing you became aware of; a heavy but comfortable weight enveloped you as the gentle scent of Primo’s cologne and aftershave hit you next, allowing you to deduce that you were most likely in his bed, cocooned in whatever blankets and sheets he’d found.

Normally, you would have smiled at the man’s adoring gestures to make you comfortable, were you not as confused as you currently were.

No longer were you in the dark mausoleum, it’s hollowed and empty halls filled with whispering voices and shadowed hands… Try as you might, you found you could not remember what the voices had spoken against the shell of your ear, blackened words now vague, hazy. Had they whispered honeyed lies into your ears while their shadowed hands pawed at your calves and feet? Or had they whispered prophecies that only gods should ever know about, things that were always destined to happen, no matter how much you fought back? Why had it called to you? What had beckoned you into its halls, promises of eternal peace lingering in the air?

You remembered not how you came to be within Primo’s chambers, however, full glad were you to be here instead of in a dreary hospital bed. Papa Emeritus I’s bedroom was adorned of red and black furniture… well, excluding the various colored knick-knacks you had gifted to him. Each item shone in its respective place, the bright colors almost appearing to clash with Primo’s beautiful pieces of furnishings. You sighed a quiet chuckle, remembering how adamantly Primo had expressed not caring about his other furniture compared to your gifts. The memory of him trying to prove his words by kicking his chair, only to hurt his toe almost made you start laughing again, hearing all over again how teasingly annoyed he’d been.

“Oh, how mean, to laugh at your Papa’s pain, il mio fiore!” Primo had grumbled as he’d fought against the smile that threatened to overtake his lips, eyes unsuspectingly trailed only on your laughing visage.

With effort, your tired eyes searched for either Papas as your body weakly protested, unwilling to obey your command to move just yet. You felt drained, so impossibly drained, fingers flexing once more to regain some semblance of control. How long exactly had you been out cold? Had you even been asleep the whole time, or had you been delirious enough to have thought so?

Whatever movement it was that you’d made, it successfully caught the attention of a man you had come to care deeply for, his mismatched gaze soothing you in ways you could hardly begin to explain. Primo’s visage entered your field of view, features equally taunt in both worry and relief, an almost sad smile playing along his unpainted lips whilst his eyes radiated words he dared not speak aloud.

“Hi…” You croaked, the smile that began overtaking your features making you seem like an Unholy Angel to the Papa seated at your bedside. He could scarcely believe it; here you were, waking from what he feared would be your final slumber, only to smile so radiantly at the sight of him.

“Hello, il mio Bambino.” Primo whispered back, hand reaching out to brush against your cheek softly. A light chuckle escaped from between his lips as you turned into his touch, soaking in the warmth of his ungloved hand. Whatever the amount of time was that you had been asleep, it appeared to have taken a toll on the both of you. A sense of fatigue rolled off of Primo’s form, most likely due to the fact that you’d occupied his bed for who-knows how long, leaving him to sleep on his armchair.

“Full glad am I to see you awake.”

“Full glad am I to be awake.” You tried to smile, tongue poking out to run along your dry bottom lip. Primo wondered if it was entirely by instinct that his dissimilar eyes shot down to watch the movement before common sense hit him, blinking and standing to get you a glass of water.

“Scusa Bambino, your Papa is… tired.” Came his voice from his kitchen, hurriedly making his way back towards you, a smile gracing his lips once more. You happily accepted the water, slowly moving to seat yourself up so as to not choke.

“How are you feeling?”

You pondered the question as you greedily drank, mind still hazy.

“Confused… I, uh… don’t really remember much.”

“Yes, I had assumed you would not. You gave us quite the scare.” The Papa replied, smile pained as he moved to gingerly hold your hand, thumb rubbing circles onto your skin. It did not escape your notice that Primo spoke as if it were a miracle you had survived, as if you had narrowly escaped Death’s cold clutches. Greedily did you take in his unpainted features, suddenly fearing you had not memorized them enough before it came time for you to truly eternally rest.

“What are your last recollections of?” He continued after a silent moment, fingers continuing their soft patterns against your own. The memories within your mind seemed to blend together, the beginnings and the ends mixing as you attempted to understand them.

“It felt like… Well, it was almost like I could feel a flower crawling up my windpipe.” You couldn’t help but shudder, searching his aged visage for any clue as to what had truly happened. Primo however simply hummed, lips remained in a flat line for a brief second more before speaking.

“You would be correct, il mio Bambino.” The man that had cared for you like no other ever had whispered, dissimilar eyes appearing far away as a memory played in his mind’s eye, fingers halting in their movements against your hand. Like this, with his unpainted skin free for your eyes to take in, Papa Emeritus I almost seemed… weary, tired… heartbroken. Had his Papal paints always hidden his emotions so well? Could the same also be said for Secondo? Or was the fate you had chosen for yourself hurting the man more then he chose to let on-

Suddenly, the significance of what had just transpired finally registered within you mind whilst your eyes rapidly blinked: Primo had most likely been the one to extract the flower from your throat, given his advanced knowledge on the subject of Hanahaki Disease and botany.

Primo, the sweet man that had taken care of you oh so softly for weeks now, had most likely sat beside your slumbering form this whole time, anxiously awaiting for you to awake. The visible relief that had coated his words and visage after you’d awoken further solidified how uncertain he must have felt at his own handiwork.

Primo, the Papa that had saved your life that first night he had found you, had once more saved you from Death’s sweet embrace.

“Papa Primo, I’m sorry-” You tried, throat constricting as tears began to pool behind your closed eyelids, spilling once more upon your heated cheeks. The man before you abandoned his hold on your hand to instead lean forward, hands coming to cup your face in barely contained adoration.

“Come now, fiore, there is nothing to apologize for. However, I do not believe I am THAT ugly without my paints.” Primo’s teasing tone successfully pulled a surprised laugh from your lips, mismatched eyes lighting up at your smile. That very light, so soft and tender and filled with warmth soothed your pain while your hand moved to hold one of his own.

“Ah, there is la mia farfalla I’ve come to know.”

“Is- Is Papa Secondo alright?” You decided to change the subject, sniffling as you attempted to rein in your emotions. Now was not the time to further the worries that already visibly ate at Papa Primo’s heart.

You hoped that the worry you felt for the second Emeritus son didn’t shine brightly upon your features but it most likely did. Papa Primo, as graceful as ever, continued to smile, almost appearing to not have heard your words as he leaned back once more to sit down, hand resuming into soft patterns upon your skin.

“Sì. As I, mio fratello will be most pleased to see that you have awoken.” Primo nodded sagely, knowing just how elated his brother would be at your awoken state. Suddenly remembering where the second Emeritus son had gone, Primo turned in his chair, eyes landing on his clock. He tsk’ed, thumb absentmindedly running along your knuckles.

“Although… I believe Secondo disappeared to fetch food. Seeing as you have only just awoken, I fear he will have failed to prepare you anything. One moment, I shall call for a ghoul-“

“Please allow me to go, Papa Primo!”

In hindsight, you felt horrible for the small lie you let tumble from your pale lips; it wasn’t that you wanted to be alone per se, you simply wished to save Papa Primo from seeing the torrent of tears that threatened to overtake you. You didn’t want to burden the man more than what you had already burdened him with, and anyways, perhaps a good cry would help reorient your mind, right?

The eldest Emeritus son couldn’t fathom what feelings had overtaken you, your visage appearing to be a cross between nausea and anxiety. Were you maybe trying to find a moment alone, to sort through your thoughts and fears? Or did you require a moment to let everything that had happened settle within your mind?

You, however, wasted no time as you began to peel away the multiple layers of blankets that had enveloped you, relieved to see you still wore your undergarments and a casual white shirt. A gentleman as always, Primo rushed to help you, aged hands softly assisting you to your feet.

“Here, la mia farfalla, allow me to help you, before you go onto your quest.”

Slowly did Primo aid you in redressing yourself, mismatched eyes closed as always as he passed you your habit after you smilingly turned down his offer to wear his monogrammed bathrobe. If anyone caught you wearing such a personal clothing item outside of Primo’s own chambers, rumors would be the least of your worries.

As you slowly shuffled into a pair of sleep pants Primo had found for you, you couldn’t help but wonder how many Siblings had been offered his bathrobe after spending… private time with him.

Unbeknownst to you, the answer had always been zero, but now, it was one, which the first Emeritus son internally admitted he liked. Quite alot, actually, vowing that no matter how much time would pass from this moment on, it would always ever remain one, you.

After a few more sweet moments of Primo fretting after you, you slowly made your way out the door, once more reassuring the gentle Papa of the recon mission you said would be ‘quick’. The soft slippers you wore allowed you to effortlessly glide through the darkened halls, the gentle night’s atmosphere rendering the Abbey’s usually bustling aura tranquil, peaceful, even.

Uncertainty clouded your mind as you registered where your feet had brought you, eyes staring at the chapel you knew well; it was the chapel that housed a beautiful statue of the Olde One, one that many found themselves praying to in times of need. Had your subconscious brought you here? Or had… someone beckoned you here, just as something had beckoned you to the mausoleum within your dreams? A chill climbed up your spine at the thought but you paid it no mind as you advanced into the chapel, hands pushing its doors open.

How eerie it felt to be here alone, tired eyes trailing forward to the front where your beloved Cardinal usually stood, unaware of your presence. You could almost imagine him here now, commanding your attention as he praised the Dark Lord with words that had been spoken so many times before but his sounding genuine, as it should be.

That was just how he was, wasn’t it? Passionate was he in his devotion, and dedicated was he to serving and spreading the Olde One’s Unholy name.

You finally seated yourself at the front pew, gazing up at the statue that towered over you, its black marble shining.

“I hope you don’t mind, my Lord, that I can’t kneel before you. I’m.. unsure if I will be able to stand back up.”

No words were offered back to your tearful declaration, your failed attempt at humor falling flat, but you required none back, brows knitting together as a singular ray of moonlight shined upon you. You couldn’t help but smile at the ridiculous thought of it truly being the Olde One answering you, and yet… A sob tore its way out of your throat, tears now freely escaping from your eyes.

“Thank you but I- I need to ask… have I offended you, in any way, my Lord? Is it my penance to have flowers trying to tear their way out of my throat?” You asked the statue, eyes roving over its marble face for any signs of agreement. Once more did no reply come for the marbled figure, silence being your only companion as you coughed and sobbed.

You tried not to think of the first few times you had watched the Cardinal speak before the Abbey’s inhabitants; the way Copia had glided elegantly up upon the stage before tripping or knocking something over, a small awkward smile always playing upon his lips before becoming serious once more. Had he ever witnessed the smile you’d always tried to hide with a hand, fearing that your other Siblings would find you strange for laughing at the newly arrived Cardinal’s antics? Or had he ever seen the way your gaze followed him long after he had stopped speaking, your eyes trailing over his form before ripping themselves away at the slightest fear of being discovered staring?

A loud noise pulled you from your inner musings, tears continuing to slip upon your cheeks regardless of whoever was intruding on your moment alone-

There, standing at the chapel’s now opened doorway, stood a man you had never seen, watching you silently… before beginning to move forward. You panicked, hurriedly moving to stand. Fuck fuck fuck, why had you come here alone, why hadn’t you allowed Papa Primo to follow you? Your hands shook as you gripped the pew and began moving backwards, intent on putting as many obstacles between the both you-

You- You knew this man.

The man, Terzo, slowed his advancement towards you as he took notice of your growing confusion, instead choosing to stand a ways away from you at the beginning of your pew. His face, which normally was adorned with his Papa paints, was now bare. You’d never seen the third Emeritus son without his paints; he almost appeared… Vulnerable. Exposed… Alone. Gone was the cocksure man that had boldly assumed you were his brother’s Prime Mover.

For a moment, Terzo seemed to hesitate at your visible anxiety, frozen like a deer in headlights, your gaze being the only thing keeping him rooted where he stood. It was only once your eyes flickered down to see the flowers he desperately clutched onto did you begin to understand the reason for his sudden appearance; the bouquet of flowers, beautifully grown and vibrant, were yellow Daffodils and Jonquils.

You almost cried at how cruel life was, eyes flickering to the side to gaze upon the statue of Satanas. You decided to save the frozen Papa before you, speaking first while taking a step forward, seating yourself once more at the pew you had occupied.

“Hello, Papa.” You smiled, waiting for the man to move. He didn’t, remaining frozen where he stood, mismatched eyes glazed over as he silently watched you.

“How did you know that those are my favorite flowers?” You tried again, softer this time, voice barely over a whisper but it seemed to have worked, causing the Papa before you to rapidly blink as he cleared his throat.

“Eh… I asked one of my ghouls what flowers would be… appropriato. These are what he brought me.” He trailed off, eyes flickering over your form. You filed that bit of information away for later, remaining silent as Terzo searched his words.

“T-they are for you, to apologize for…”

Never had you witnessed such emotions overtake his usually confident visage. You’d almost been stunned completely silent at his uncharacteristic stutter, were it not for the fear you recognized in his eyes. You knew of fear, knew of the way it clawed at your insides sometimes, seizing your body when air failed to enter your lungs, visceral fear that made your heart hammer against the bones that contained it. Why did Papa Emeritus III gaze at you so, fear within his majestic eyes-

He continued before you could question him, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

“I.. “ He tried once more, as if suddenly debating on whether to speak or not. You continued to smile, hoping it would help calm his nerves. It seemed to do everything but as his eyebrows furrowed.

“I had feared the last words you would hear this idiota of a Papa speak be the uh.. insensitive words I spoke at unholy breakfast. I apologize, I truly had believed you to be pregnant with my fratello’s child…” He spoke as though it had been days ago, as if it had been eating away at his heart ever since… You were hit with the sudden realization that you knew not what day it currently was.

“Thank you, Papa, but you need not apologize to me.”

“Pshh, per favore, bella, no ‘Papa’ business. Not when it is just us.” Terzo easily countered, a light tilt of his lips overtaking him.

You bowed your head, a gesture to show you understood your Papa’s words, a smile ever-present on your lips. He came to you now as a being other than his role as Papa, other than the Satanic Church leader that had confidently flung a bold accusation to your face.

“How long have I been sleeping, Terzo?”

Terzo cringed, wincing as his gaze flickered anywhere but to you.

“3 days.”

The knowledge of how many days had passed since you had last been awake allowed you to fully see just how disheveled Terzo appeared to be: his hair seemed to be less than stellar, a far cry from his usual impeccable coiffure. His suit, normally ironed to perfection, was crumpled. But most of all, it was his eyes that completely gave him away.

Terzo’s beautifully dissimilar eyes were bloodshot, as if he were unable to sleep correctly ever since, as if unable to close for longer than a few hours at a time, as if opened for nearly 3 days-

“Terzo, please sit with me.” Your voice cracked, hand patting the spot beside you. Had the third Emeritus son also remarked each of your glaringly obvious blemishes? Had he gazed at your unhidden throat, wondering why Primo had practically squirreled you away within his chambers, hidden from anyone except for Secondo and he?

Only after he had acquiesced, silently taking up the spot beside you did you speak again, turning your body as to face him more. You tried not to remark the beauty mark under his right eye, wondering absentmindedly if any other Siblings had remarked it just as you had.

“You said you believed me to be with child, why?”

Your words caused the man to fidget with the bouquet, still unable to meet your gaze, his ungloved hands tightening momentarily around the flowers stems before letting go.

“I noticed little things; eating less, eating more, your pale skin. The way Primo watched you. I had assumed they were.. well, as you can see, I assumed wrong.” Terzo let out with a chuckle, a grimace tilting his lips downward. You felt stupid, to suddenly be struck with how perceptive he was whilst he enumerated the very things he had visibly paid attention to. Of course he was, he was Papa.

You couldn’t help but laugh, surprised at the revelation.

“You know, I’d never realized that it looked like a pregnancy.”

Finally did Terzo turn to you, confusion clear within his eyes.

“It?”

That was right, Terzo knew not of what plagued your body. You’d practically gotten so used to being able to speak freely of your disease with his brothers that you’d forgotten Terzo did not know. A tear silently slipped onto your cheek, followed by another, and another once more.

Could you truly soil Terzo’s mind with the knowledge of what would happen to you one day soon? Already had that very knowledge begun to affect Papa Primo, and surely Papa Secondo as well, no matter how well he hid his feelings and thoughts from you.

“What I have.”

The wretched tingle that had now become a daily occurence clawed at your throat, as if by happenstance, begging to be let out. Oh, how cruel life was. You coughed into your hand, bloodied petals staining your palm as you withdrew it.

“Y/N, what is that?” The man beside you freaked out, voice sounding strained as he pointed at your hand.

“It’s a sickness caused by love, unrequited love, to be exact. Primo taught me about it, actually.” You muttered out, eyes closing as you wiped at your cheeks, unable- no, unwilling to see the horror that most likely painted Terzo’s features.

“Flowers grow in your lungs and after a while, they are the only thing left.”

Your words were met only with silence as Terzo digested what you had said. Unsuccessfully did you attempt to stop your tears, sniffling at the sight of your bloodied palm.

“Why would you not come to me about this?” Terzo’s words were barely above a whisper (as if fearing your answer, fearing what you would tell him) but you heard them nonetheless.

“Because you, Terzo, are Papa. Your job is far more important than being burdened with such a trivial thing.” You truthfully answered, lips stained a beautiful faded red, reminding Terzo of the faded Autumn leaves he used to love to play in when younger.

The mental puzzle pieces he had been wrestling to fit together finally fell into place within Terzo’s mind: this had been what his brothers had kept from him. This, your sickness, had been their secret.

The day he’d witnessed il Cardinale speaking to Secondo, had that been the day his fratello had learnt of your sickness? When had Primo learned of it? Far before Secondo knew, that much Terzo was certain, if he went off of his memory of you accompanying the eldest Emeritus son in his gardens. He felt his insides burn with humiliation, throat tightening as he looked at you.

“There- there must be a doctor who can remove such a thing, sì? Primo must know-” He tried, watching as you wiped away the blood and petals on the inside of your handkerchief, noticing with muted horror at the already stained inside.

“Y/N-“

“Terzo.” You spoke softly, far too softly for someone who’s throat bled constantly, and even moreso, far too softly for someone dying.

“It’s alright, this is how it is. I’ve accepted it.” You finished with a smile.

Thoughts bloomed into his mind, trying to find a way, trying to find something. Terzo knew, no matter how magnificent the Unholy One was, that not all ailments could be eased, and not all ailments could be erased.

“You know..” You started, head tilting down towards your hands before lifting once more, tired eyes looking forward as you gazed at the moonlight spilling within the chapel, illuminating the statue of the Dark Lord.

“Every day I thought ‘maybe this’ll be it’, right? ‘Maybe today I’ll not wake up, maybe today is the day I’ll never see him again, maybe today will be the day that all that I am vanishes’...”

You quieted, jaw working as you thought of your words, oblivious to the torrent of emotions that dangerously swirled within Terzo, a torrent that threatened to spill out as mismatched eyed watched tears continued to make their way down your face. Your gentle words awakened within him the reality of what would happen upon your death, eyes unable to wander away from the smile that graced your lips, oh so radiantly shining as you spoke.

“I’m really glad I haven't, Terzo. I'm so glad I haven't died yet. I wouldn’t have been able to become friends with Papa Primo, or to have been able to laugh at Papa Secondo’s dick jokes!” You sobbed softly, and just like the tide receding back into the ocean to reveal the devastation it had wrought upon land, you still shone brighter than the damage that had been wrought upon your soul.

Even as daffodils and jonquils threatened to burst out of your esophagus, your words left the man beside you awestruck as you turned fully towards him, eyes alight with an emotion he found himself unable to place, unable to grasp, heart pounding as his mind raced. Why did this feel like a goodbye? Why did he feel like he would no longer see you after this very moment, as if you would disappear from his grasp? He had only just found you; so why did he feel like he was already losing you?

Slowly, you reached out, frozen fingers delicately pulling at his own warm ones, moving to hold his hands like an innocent child would, bouquet long forgotten in his lap.

“I'm glad I was able to meet you, Terzo. Truly meet you, the you you kept hidden from everyone. Thank you for that.” You breathed out, lips quirking higher up in amusement, tears continuously staining your skin-

He surged forward, lips clumsily knocking against your own as he urgently held your face, pouring all of his fears and wants into the kiss, desperately wanting it to work-

Smaller hands shoved at his chest as you moved away from him, eyes wide as you gasped. Before you could even think to yell at him, you watched in stunned silence as tears began to roll steadily down his unpainted cheeks, long lashes drenched as he tried to hide his face.

“Forgive me, forgive me-“ Terzo tried, words choked against his own hands.

It only took mere seconds before you were on him, holding the man close as he sobbed against your shoulder, clutching at your form as words of regret poured out from between his lips of not being able to save you, not being able to heal you.

Time appeared to have stalled as the wind outside continued to blow, the both of you holding onto eachother as if the act would keep you safe, keep you alive. Neither of you were sure how much time had passed. Terzo pulled away from your neck, dissimilar eyes wide.

“Would you allow me this dance, bella?” Terzo suddenly whispered, hand poised for you to reject or accept. You couldn’t help but smile at his words, your mind wondering absentmindedly if he had ever pulled this exact move on the slim few who had rejected his advances in the past, perhaps in a way to show he was not hurt in any way by it.

Your thoughts however wandered back to his earlier words, of asking you to address him simply by Terzo; for how many years had the man before you hidden himself away? The real him that stood before you now and not the facade he seemed to wear each day?

“Is it Terzo who asks for this dance, or Papa?” Your mouth spouted before you could stop yourself, your sudden words sounding just as strange on the way out as they had momentarily tasted on your tongue. Guilt instantly washed over you as your eyes flew away from the man in self humiliation; how could you have just said that? How could you-

“Terzo, bella. For you, I would like to always simply be Terzo, no matter the company or consequences.”

You allowed yourself to be pulled out of your seat, smiling anew as Terzo began to lead you in a slow dance.

Silence enveloped the both of you as you swayed in Terzo’s hold, eyes closed as the warmth of his palms heated your cold skin. You were thankful for the gloves he had long since forgotten, remaining within his suit's front pocket, your bouquet equally forgotten as time seemed to slow between you. It was only once you opened your eyes to gaze at the man did you find his dissimilar eyes already flickering across your visage, raven brows furrowed, as if in search of something he knew not the answer to yet, puzzled at what he saw.

You wondered if he noted your fading beauty; you’d never considered yourself to be a vain person per se, but you had always tried to love yourself, love the face you had been gifted by your mother and father, love what you saw in the mirror.

How many people of any and all genders had Papa Emeritus III bedded and slept with that far surpassed you not only in beauty but in intelligence as well? You felt embarrassment climb up your spine as your gaze flickered away, wondering if he found your pallid complexion gross.

No matter how bereft of warmth you thought yourself to have grown, your cheeks only seemed to burn even brighter as Terzo leaned forward, forehead resting against your own.

“Your mind, I can hear it- troppi pensieri, hm? Let us enjoy this dance while we can.”

You acquiesced, silence enveloping the both of you, neither of you aware of the statue of the Olde One gazing down at you from where it stood.

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Rituale Septem - Day 1: Lust

Pairing: (Terzo x f!reader)

Summary: You agree to partake in the Ritual of Seven, devoting yourself entirely to a sin each day. And Papa Emeritus III is there to guide you, starting with some harmless flirting to build up to day one...

Rating: Mature, MDNI 18+

Word Count: 7.2k

Warnings: Teasing, brief footsie, pent up lust, aggressive but consensual, lingerie, fingering, hair pulling, minor choking, fishhooking, p in v sex, squirting, creampie 

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“You’re sure?”     “Yes.”  

“Double sure?” 

You sigh. “Yes!” 

“...Triple sure?” 

“Papa, yes! I’m sure. We’ve been over this. Just tell me what the rules are, how do I make sure I do this correctly?”  

You sat in another private meeting with Terzo, this one just over a week before the ritual was due to begin. You needed more information, you needed the rules and the quid pro quos ahead of time. No way were you going to mess this up... No silly little slip ups, nothing to derail your devotion. 

“Okay well, from my research I’ve figured out that it is one sin per day, beginning on October 25th. October 31st, you perform your final sin. They don’t need to be in any particular order, and you can either embody the sin yourself, or make somebody else perform the sin as long at it's with you. So uh, if you were to make someone else angry at you and then act on that – to His taste, of course – that would count towards wrath.” 

“Understood. Do we... plan these things?” you asked, wondering if it might be easier to map out which sin you would perform and how. Terzo looked up at you from the notes he’d created, sprawled out on his desk. He’d done extensive research; solo, to keep the prying and judgmental eyes of the clergy unaware of what was to come. This was your shared secret. 

His research had been difficult. There wasn’t a lot of readily available material on such a ritual. But then, there rarely was when it came to the rituals that invited Lucifer himself to talk directly to the subject. Still, when he found himself ready to give up on the matter he would remind himself of the desperation in your eyes, your tiredness, your devastation. And he’d remind himself of Sister Imperator’s doubt in him.  

It was plenty fuel to the fire. He would not give in. He would not let you down. 

“A plan, cara? Boring.” He smirked in your direction, “I shall plan a few things, I suppose, but I think it might be more fun if I surprise you. After all, who schedules sin?” 

You supposed he was right – for the ritual to work, the sins need to be genuine, to be authentic. You couldn’t simply force them. And Terzo was certainly more experienced in sin that you... Strangely, you trusted him. 

“Y-yeah, okay...” you mumbled in agreement.  

“Bene, then we will begin when the moment feels right on October 25th.” He stood from his desk, gathering his notes into a neat pile. He looked down at you, his eyes darkening and a smirk settling on his face. Before he dismissed you, he left you with what you could only imagine was a promise... 

“I’ll see you around, Sorella ...” 

October 17th  

Terzo had been making up excuses to have meetings with Secondo – which of course, you had to attend as his assistant. But there was a purpose for this, one that he considered to be an important one. 

He had no idea if you were attracted to him or not, if you had ever even looked at him in that regard. Usually it was fairly obvious to him, but with you... Secondo had kept you to himself, he hadn’t spent a whole lot of time around you to know if your eyes had ever wandered, if your thoughts were ever slightly impure towards him. And so, he needed to use the time he had left to woo you, essentially.  

He had eight days before the ritual was due to begin, and he was going to use every opportunity in those eight days to wind you so damn tight that when the 25th did roll around, neither one of you could keep yourselves apart for long.  

It was all in the anticipation. The chase. The temptation.  

In today’s meeting – a pointless endeavour that Secondo whined about, complaining this could have been a phone call or an email – Terzo refused to tear his eyes from you. Even when speaking to his brother, he would be staring at you. You tried to ignore it, to remain professional but you could feel his eyes burning into you, as if scorch marks were being left in trails over the skin he imagined exposing. 

Secondo noticed. There was no way he could not. But knowing his brother, Terzo had just decided you were the new object of fascination to him. He had no idea of the upcoming ritual, the agreement you’d made. He assumed his fratellino was just interested in pursuing you, the latest in a long line.  

“Terzo, if you could concentrate...” he grumbled. 

“I am concentrating, fratello,” he quipped, eyes still never leaving yours. You gulped and looked nervously between the two men.  

“On me, piccola merdina (little shit),” Secondo demanded. Terzo tore his eyes from yours slowly, inhaling through grit teeth as if it pained him to do so. “Grazie. ” 

Secondo continued to talk mindlessly about colours for drapery at the All Hallow’s Eve ball while you squirmed in your seat. You knew Terzo’s eyes kept flickering back to you, watching you, studying you. His gaze was heating your cheeks, setting your teeth on edge. He looked at you as if you were prey, like he was waiting for the opportune moment to pounce.  

You almost wished he would.  

Eventually, the meeting had to end. And by the time it did, Secondo was in a foul mood, annoyed at his brother’s actions. You must remember to thank Terzo for that later...  

As you were heading out of the door behind him, Terzo gripped your elbow, pulling you back against his chest as his brother stepped outside. Your gasp was muffled by a white glove slapping over your mouth to keep you quiet, avoiding suspicion.  

“I just wanted to tell you,” Terzo whispered into your ear, the warmth of his breath tickling your lobe and exposed neck. The hand on your elbow now dancing with the hem of your short skirt, the fabric of his gloves tickling your bare thigh underneath. “You look deliziosa (delicious) in this habit, sorella. Potrei mangiarti per intero se solo tu me lo permettessi (I could eat you whole, if only you would let me.)”  

And then he let you go, running on unsteady feet to catch up to your grumbling Papa ahead. 

It was now clear what he was doing. And not being one to back down from a fight, you silently took on his challenge. 

Game on, Papa.  

October 20th  

The monthly clergy dinner. This was your chance.  

Once a month, the clergy and papas – along with their assistants – would sit down for a meal together. After Papa’s little games in the last few days, teasing and gawking at you wherever he could, you figured this was the best time to get your revenge, to put the wheels in motion, so to speak. 

Because Papa had to be on his best behaviour here. 

You’d waltzed in with Secondo and sat in your seat opposite Terzo’s own assistant, Sister Christine. Papa sat at the head of the table, to your left. Secondo, to your right. You felt his eyes on you immediately, and you were almost certain you’d heard a ‘cazzo’ under his breath when his eyes fell on you.  

The monthly clergy dinner was an opportunity to wear something nice, other than your habits, as long as you kept your veil on to show your standing. So you picked something you figured Terzo may have a hard time ignoring. 

There was nothing wrong with the length of your dress, past the knees and quite conservative. But the way it exposed your shoulders, your collarbone and your breasts... That was where the struggle lay. The sleeves – more like separate gloves – began halfway down your bicep and hooked around your middle finger in a point, a deep red material to match the wine you were drinking. The neckline was level with the sleeves, your cleavage pushed up and on display, grucifix nestled nicely in between. Only when you walked in could he see the tight material clinging to your curves – once you were sat, he had nowhere to look other than your exposed shoulders and chest. 

When you had gone to Secondo’s office that evening to ‘pick him up’ for dinner, even his gaze had lingered a little too long. That’s how you knew this would work.  

“That’s a beautiful dress, Sister _____,” Christine pointed out, smirking as she noticed the look on her boss’ face. “That colour is sublime on you.” 

“Thank you, Sister. I’ve had it for a while and the occasion never really called for it, but I just thought to hell with it,” you toyed, leaning forwards on your elbows and subsequently pushing your breasts together to torment your poor Papa further. 

When the Ghouls brought out the meals, you took another opportunity. Making what you would call ‘yummy noises’, except... exaggerated. Wanton moans and little gasps with every new flavour as your painted lips wrapped around your fork.  

Papa’s hands tightened around his own cutlery, his jaw clenching as he glared at you.  

Secondo beside you was aware you were doing more than usual, but rolled his eyes and focussed his attention on Primo beside him. Perhaps he could have a mature discussion with him, instead.  

Terzo was struggling beside you, trying to remain professional, to keep up conversation with the cardinals and clergymen at the table. Cardinal Copia had tried to ask him what his plans for this Sunday’s Black Mass were and if he needed any help at all, but Terzo couldn’t think straight, claiming he hadn’t thought about it yet.  

Dessert nearly killed him.  

“Sorella, what do you think you’re playing at, eh?” he whispered to you when the Ghouls took your empty plates.  

“What do you mean, Papa?” you asked sweetly, right as you began to raise your heeled foot to graze against his inner calf. His eyes widened in shock – he'd never known you to be this bold, this provocative.  

You felt his legs part as he sat back against his chair, his eyes lingering on you, daring you to continue. And you did, raising your foot to the inside of his knee, able to manoeuvre your way to graze his inner thigh to about the halfway point before you could reach no further at the awkward angle.  

His gloved hand gripped your ankle under the table, tightly squeezing in warning before he pushed it away. You subsided, knowing you had won this one.  

You left him alone for the rest of the night to his sinful thoughts and dark glares your way. 

October 22nd  

You’d stayed out of Terzo’s way since the clergy dinner, hoping to build a little tension between then and when you would have to see him again at Black Mass.  

The Mass itself was uneventful. You sang the hymns, partook in the prayers like a good Sister should. And then came communion. 

You’d planned this already, and as you waited in line on your knees on the chapel steps beside your Siblings, your eyes homed in on Papa.  

You’d never noticed before, perhaps because you’d never really looked, but he looked incredibly powerful in his robes. Thinking of the way you were teasing your Papa recently, building the anticipation towards that first night together... it sent a pang of heat between your legs, and you shuffled in your spot. 

He came to you and remained professional. He was surrounded by siblings, cardinals, clergy... he couldn’t slip up. Not now. He had to remain stoic, no matter how torturous it was to have you on your knees before him... 

You stared up at him through your lashes, opening your mouth and laying your tongue out for him to place the little cracker on. As he did, you closed your lips around his thumb, sucking a little on the leather of his glove, the cold gold nails tasting like old pennies. His eyes hardened, and he retracted his hand quickly as if you had bit him.  

Around his thumb you could see the remnants of your red lipstick, and you smirked in triumph. He wiped his thumb on his robes before taking the chalice of wine from Cardinal Copia behind him – who whilst assisting him, had also noticed your little tease and gulped to himself at the sight – and tipping it against your lips.  

A droplet spilled from the corner, dribbling down your chin which you quickly caught with your finger and licked off, all the while holding eye contact.  

Terzo filed that image away for later of the red wine dripping down your chin. Information he could store for the future...  

But for now, he ignored you – and the aching hardness beneath his robes.  

October 24th  

He hadn’t anticipated you would be as feisty as you were, that you would play his little game with him and more so, end up winning. He couldn’t allow it. He had to try and get the upper hand.  

But he was already so pent up, refraining from indulging in any of the other Siblings or Ghouls since your agreement had been made. He hadn’t even jerked off, although that was getting more and more difficult to fight...  

The amount of teasing, of flirting and being downright obvious that you were both riling the other up was starting to get to his head and now even the slightest thing was enough to drive him wild about you. He felt like a caged animal.  

And so who could really blame him when he walked past you, alone in a hallway where you had smirked and avoided eye contact with him, and he had turned on his heels and dragged you by your elbow into the nearest alcove... 

He shoved you against the wall, his body covering yours and trapping you in the confined space. Before you had time to register what was happening or utter a single syllable, his mouth crashed against yours. 

His hands were on you, holding your hips against the wall as he pressed himself against you. You didn’t fight; frankly the willpower to fight it had dwindled days ago, and here he was giving you what you both wanted, what you’d both been working up to.  

You kissed him back with reverie, your fingers threading through his dark hair and pulling him impossibly closer. The need between your thighs grew incredibly strong with every roll of his hips against you. You were drowning in him, finally ... 

Terzo let out a low growl, fighting a battle in his head. He wanted you now. But if he could wait one more day... He had to wait one more day. 

With a grunt and a loud smack to the wall beside your head he pulled off you, smoothing his hair and walking off down the hall with a scowl on his face, as if nothing had happened. 

You leaned back against the wall panting, mouth agape in shock. He didn’t look back at you once, just rounded the corner leaving you with heart palpitations and a pooling feeling in your core... 

Tomorrow could not come soon enough.   

October 25th  

Today, it began.   

Your schedule was busy, which concerned you. You had work with Secondo, several meetings in the diary. But your evening was free, and you assumed that Terzo would find his way to you then. With just a few hours left until you gave in to him, until you could finally have him, you were incredibly on edge.  

It had taken you entirely too long to roll out of bed that morning, needing to hurry getting ready and haphazardly dressing in your pre-thought-out habit and veil – with a sneaky little surprise underneath... When you’d rushed to Secondo’s office, you barely made it in time for your first meeting of the day; a Latin curriculum debrief with Cardinal Copia you were due to take notes from. 

You liked the Cardinal, he was the kind of man who put you at ease. Mostly because he was so timid himself, a very sweet man who would try to brighten anyone’s day he could. You were glad when you’d been told he was your first meeting with Secondo, thinking maybe he could ease your anxiety. Alas, he seemed a little on edge himself, refusing to look you in the eye for too long at all. You couldn’t entertain it today – you focussed solely on your notes and the meeting at hand. 

The morning passed painfully slowly, drab meetings with bishops and cardinals alike dragging on as if the earth had slowed on its axis. When Secondo dismissed you for lunch, you let out a breath of relief.  

“I need you back before 1pm, Sorella. We have a meeting with Terzo at one o’clock sharp,” he stated plainly as he scribbled on some documents.  

Shit. This would be torturous.  

This had been a good idea at the time, an easy way in, to tempt you into coming back to him that evening. But Terzo had misjudged his decision wildly, not knowing when he’d put this meeting in Secondo’s diary that he would be down so fucking bad for you that every tiny little thing you did made him swoon like a touch-starved Victorian gentlemen. He was simply grateful he’d asked Sister Christine to run some errands for him today, and she wasn’t also present to witness his agony – she would have picked up on it immediately. 

He noted how uncomfortable you looked, squirming in the chair in front of his desk next to Secondo. He noted how you refused to look at him, busying yourself with a notebook and pen as Secondo droned on and on about the All Hallow’s Eve ball and the preparations. He noted how fucking beautiful you looked, with flushed cheeks and anxiously bitten lips.  

His composure was waning, eyes raking over your form as you bounced your leg nervously. Your thigh wobbled under your short skirt and with every bounce his muscles tensed in his body just a little bit more. You twirled your pen in your fingers, and he imagined what magic you could possibly do with them. You fidgeted in your place, hips circling to find a comfortable position to sit, and he wondered how it would feel if you’d been sat in his lap.  

Every. Tiny. Little. Thing. Was driving him to distraction.   

You’d never been so uncomfortable in your life, knowing Papa was watching you very closely. In your haste to get ready this morning, you hadn’t quite dressed yourself properly. The zipper at the back of your habit was digging in between your shoulder blades where it had been done up in haste. Your tights felt uncomfortable around your behind where they hadn’t been adjusted comfortably. Your veil kept slipping back on your hairline, not properly pinned to hide your hair.  

And with Terzo’s eyes scanning over you, a thick tension between you, you noticed these things even more.  

You sighed quietly to yourself as Secondo droned on about the menu options for the ball, reaching up to your veil to push it forwards on your head, covering your hairline again as you had at least six times in the last twenty minutes. It just would not stay. 

“Sorella, are you alright?” Secondo asked, noticing your exasperation.  

“Oh, sì, papa. Excuse me...” you smiled awkwardly, willing him to continue and pay no mind to you. He did just that, continuing his waffle. Terzo ignored him, eyes trained on you as the veil slipped again.  

This time you reached up, pulled it from your head, figuring you would just start a fresh. Your hair fell around your face, draping over your shoulders. Terzo would swear blind it happened in slow motion, like a scene in a shitty made for TV movie. But he couldn’t help the feeling of being punched in the gut, seeing you unveiled and exposed. How beautiful you fucking were...  

“Get out.”  

Both you and Secondo looked up at Terzo, his eyes dark and heavily lidded, staring you down.  

“Fratello, don’t be so rude. She is just adjusting her veil, she means no disrespect. I need her to stay,” Secondo protested, annoyed at his brother’s tone. How dare he speak to his assistant like this? 

“Not her. You.” His eyes never moved. His voice deepened. 

“Scusi? ” Secondo seethed.  

“Get. Out.” Terzo punctuated the words through grit teeth, annoyed that his brother hadn’t just disappeared in a puff of smoke like he so wished in that moment.  

Secondo looked at you, finding you staring back at Terzo with wide eyes and parted lips, holding your veil in one hand that was still raised by your head where it had paused as you’d slipped it off. His eyes darted between the pair of you, seeing that neither one of you moved, neither one looked in his direction.  

“Per l’amor di Satana (for the love of Satan),” he muttered and rolled his eyes, slamming his own notebook shut in his lap and standing quickly. The noise made you jump, suddenly looking up at your Papa. You wanted to speak, to ask he stay and apologise but Terzo’s hungry gaze stopped you.  

Secondo stomped out of the room, but not before turning back to the pair of you to find you looking at him like a scared little puppy dog and Terzo still staring only at you. 

“I need her back by 3:30pm, Fratellino. Or I will have your balls in a jar,” he warned, before slamming the door behind him.  

The silence that fell on you as you stared at the closed door your boss had just left through felt eerie, as if static electricity was building around you before a lightning strike.  

And strike, he would.  

He stood from his desk with a startling scrape of his chair. Your head snapped back to him, only to be met with a glare that should have terrified you. Except, it only excited you... The embers of arousal that had been simmering on a low heat for the last week since he’d first caught your elbow and whispered sweet temptations to you were being stoked – by a simple glare.  

He didn’t move though. Instead, he lifted his hand, curling his finger and beckoning you to him. Wordlessly, you rose from your seat slowly, laying your notebook and pen on the chair behind you and playing nervously with your veil you still held as you watched him.  

“Here,” he pointed at his desk, prodding his gloved finger on the wooden surface before him. You stepped around, squeezing between him and the desk – he hadn’t left much room to work with intentionally, enjoying the way you tried hard to evade brushing your chest against his with a smirk etching into his paints. You leaned against the wood, waiting for further instruction. 

“I’m sure you’ve been intentional, Sorella. Well played,” he congratulated, his voice dark and lower than usual. He pressed himself against you, leaning both his fists on the wood either side of you, trapping you. “But perhaps you have done too well in tempting me, eh? Because I simply cannot hold myself back any longer...” 

“I...I...” you stuttered, wanting to reply and fumbling any kind of sense. 

“We begin with lust,” he announced, and that was when the static in the room came to a head, and lightning struck. 

His lips were on you in a suffocatingly heated kiss, hands gripping onto your habit at your hips and shoving you against his own. You too were so pent up from the week of teasing and flirting with each other you matched his ferocity, allowing the lust you’d built to spill over. Your hands were in his hair in a flash, pulling him to you by his roots and he groaned into your pliant mouth. 

You were under no illusion that this would be particularly romantic, nor that it would last particularly long, but what you hadn’t expected was Terzo’s desperation for you to match your own. 

He crouched slightly, picking you up by the swell of your backside and shoving you onto the desk to step between your thighs. You could feel his erection against your core, and already you couldn’t help the mewl that fell from your mouth. He chuckled as he disconnected his lips from yours for a moment, allowing you to breathe and for more little whimpers to escape as he ground himself into you again.  

“Sorella, would you like to know a secret?” he asked as he sloppily kissed the corner of your mouth and under your jaw... 

“Mhmm...” was all you could muster. 

“Since you agreed to the ritual, I haven’t had another sibling,” he admitted between kisses, “haven’t touched myself once.” 

His confession swam in your mind; he’d saved himself for this. Sure, it had only been a little over a week, but you thought for sure he would have taken his frustrations out on another sister if he couldn’t yet have you.  

“All I wanted was you, Sorella. Was this...” he growled as his hand dove between your thighs to what he’d truly wanted for the last nine days. Somehow, he’d found his way under your habit, cupping his palm against you and grinding it into your clit, still hidden by your tights and underwear.  

“Papa...” you moaned, unwilling to stay quiet at all. “I need you.” 

The dark laugh that vibrated against your neck where his trail of kisses ended raised goosebumps on your skin.  

“And whose fault is that, hm?” he quipped. “You rile your Papa up and then beg him for release?” he straightened up, smirking down at you. “Is that how this works?” 

“I’m... I’m sorr-” 

Before you could finish his lips were back on yours, his hand retracted from your core much to your dismay but now unzipping the back of your habit and dragging it down over your shoulders. He exposed you to him, although with his eyes shut as he dragged his tongue across your bottom lip, he was yet to see just what you’d worn for him. 

But he was an impatient man after what you had put each other through, and to rip the rest of your habit from you he would need to see what he was doing, lift you to slide it from around your ass. But when he laid eyes on you, his stopped dead, fabric sitting at your hips instead. 

"Shit ...” 

You weren’t sure if Terzo was a lingerie kind of man, but then again, what man was not a lingerie kind of man? Your suspicions were proven when he saw what you were wearing for him.  

A deep purple bra, made of mesh to leave nothing to the imagination, with an embroidered snake on each of the cups. The exact same purple as his Papal robes, hung up in a glass cabinet against the back wall of his office.  

“Is this new, dolcezza ?” he asked, running a finger under one of the straps.  

“Sì, Papa... The purple-” 

“Matches. How sweet of you...” he grinned wickedly. “Is it part of a set?” he arched an inquisitive eyebrow. His spare hand lifted the skirt of your habit, running his glove along the top of your thigh and pushing the material higher and higher until he got a peak at more purple fabric, darkened by your sheer black tights.  

“Do you like them?” you teased, leaning back on your hands and spreading your legs to give him a better view of the purple mesh that did nothing to hide your glistening folds, meant for tempting and not for practicality.  

“Oh, but Principessa, I can’t see them properly...” he pouted, when suddenly his hands gripped the material of your tights on your inner thighs and ripped.   

The fabric didn’t stand a chance, a large hole tearing around your inner thighs and crotch to expose the rich purple of the mesh that covered you. You let out a squeak in shock, the feral nature of it forcing your walls to flutter in arousal. 

“Better. Now...” he held his fingers in front of your lips, horizontal, “bite.”   

You did as instructed, biting gently on his fingers. He started to retract his hand, his white glove stuck between your teeth as he shimmied his fingers out of it. Then, he rolled the sleeves of his pale pink long-sleeved shirt up his to his elbows, exposing the dark hair and veins of his strong arms. 

“Brava ragazza, keep it there. You drop that, you’re in trouble...” he booped you on the nose playfully, and suddenly that very same bare hand dipped between your thighs, pushing the mesh to one side and dragging a line through your folds with his middle finger.  

The moan you let slip would have been pornographic if not for the glove you kept tightly locked in your jaw, your head lolling back and eyes fluttering shut. Terzo leaned into your now exposed neck, sinking his teeth into the flesh and sucking as his fingers continued to work you over, circling your clit in just the way you liked.  

“I had plans for you, Principessa,” he mouthed against your neck as he spoke between each deep bruise he left, “but I’m afraid I can’t control myself much longer.” 

The way his fingers felt against your entrance as he began to tease your quivering hole was euphoric, you wanted nothing more than to sink down onto the digits and take your pleasure from him where you sat. But he had other ideas. 

“Still, you will cum on your Papa’s fingers first, sì? I will be sure of that,” he promised, finally sliding two fingers inside you. With how soaked you were, you took them with ease, back arching and pressing your chest against him. His lips mouthed wet and sloppy kisses from where the purple bruises had formed on your neck – prettily matching your chosen lingerie – down to your sternum and over the curve of your breasts.  

Terzo began curling his fingers inside you, manoeuvring in search of that spot inside you that could make you see stars. Having never been with you before, he didn’t know what made you tick, what made you feel good. But he was going to find out and take mental notes. When he found it, you sure let him know... 

“F-fuck, Papa...” you whined, stuttering as your head flew forward to look down between you, seeing his hand buried deep within you. You kept his glove tightly between your teeth still. 

“There she is, eh?” he smiled smugly. Now he knew where, he began his vicious assault between your thighs. Over and over again, he curled his fingers and hit that same spot. You couldn’t help the moans, the way your fingernails dug into his bicep beneath his shirt, the way your forehead fell against his shoulder. And when his thumb began to work over your clit in smooth, calculated circles... You lost your damn mind.  

“Papa!” you cried, glove long forgotten by both of you as it dropped to the floor. Your hips bucked wildly against him where you sat against the desk. He grunted as he bit the mesh of your bralette, pulling it down to expose your nipple to him and latching his lips around it. As he began to suck, laving his tongue over the nub intermittently, he couldn’t help but rut his bulge against your knee. He was so desperate for you, but he wanted you cumming on his fingers first, with good reason.  

He knew that to have you cum before he sank into your heat would make you so much wetter, filthier, tighter. And the second orgasm on his cock would warp your mind completely.  

Yes, that’s what he craved.  

Your thighs began to shake, vibrating your knee against his clothed cock as his fingers worked furiously to drag an orgasm from you. His sloppiness as his mouth engulfed your nipple grew tenfold at the sinful noises you made for him, a litany of profanity and his title rolling from your lips. He could feel your walls clenching around his fingers, fluttering and producing a seemingly never-ending slew of slick he could use to his advantage, particularly on your clit as his thumb gathered it to use against you.  

“Cum for me, Principessa,” he barked as an instruction, “NOW!”  

As if you had given him the control over your body, you obeyed. The coil in your abdomen snapped, walls clenching Terzo’s fingers so tightly he could barely drag them out of you, only able to curl them to keep up his stimulation. Your hand flew to his wrist and squeezed, terrified he might retreat too soon, but he wouldn't dare.  

“Brava ragazza, la mia Principessa... (good girl, my princess),” he growled, still rutting himself against your knee, just slower in time with his hand slowing to a stop as you came back down. He stood up straight in time to catch you slumping against his chest, nuzzling into the soft fabric of his shirt.  

When he slipped his fingers from you, he tilted your head up to look at him from below, and slipped his slicked digits into his mouth, holding eye contact with you as you watched him clean your essence from him.  

“Così dolce, (so sweet...)” he hummed. You giggled, breathless. He’d knocked the wind out of you, for sure. But you knew he wasn’t done with you yet, as whilst he had stilled his hips against you, he was still pressed against your leg. And you could feel his thickness, waiting... 

“Papa... You haven’t seen my favourite part of my outfit,” you teased, words forming slower than normal in your hazy state.  

“Oh?” he was confused, until you gathered yourself, standing from the desk and shrugging your habit off you completely to the floor. You pushed him back with just one finger, his confusion making him pliant and intrigued, following your instruction. You smirked, and turned around, laying your chest flat against the wood of his desk.  

You heard a gasp from behind you.  

The mesh panties you were wearing as part of your set were not simply just mesh across your backside. Instead, two embroidered purple snakes – much like the ones on the bralette – faced each other, one on each cheek of your ass.  

The view Terzo had was impeccable, ripped tights allowing only some of the purple to be as bright as the rest, but he could clearly see where your panties were still pushed to one side, your glistening and swollen folds on display for him. You were presenting yourself to him, to use as he deemed fit.  

“Cazzo, Principessa... Look at you, eh?” He bit the end of his remaining glove on his middle finger, pulling it off in one quick motion and dropping it to the floor so he had both of his hands bare. He stepped towards you then, both hands ghosting over the roundness of your ass. He pulled more at the tights, ripping a bigger hole to expose more of you.  

He was taking too long for your liking, lost in the sight of you but you needed him so desperately. You couldn’t deny the ever-present lust brewing once again inside.  

“Papa, don’t you want me?” you whined, wiggling your ass in his hands to tempt him further. You heard a dark chuckle behind you.  

“Just enjoying the view, Principessa...” you felt his hands retreat, heard a zipper and fabric rustling.  

Then you felt him... Slicking himself up between your folds, his head teasing where you needed him. You pushed back a little against him as his head caught on your entrance, barely pushing onto him when he decided he couldn’t fucking wait any longer. He needed to feel you on his cock. 

His bare hands gripped your hips and his pelvis pushed against you, his length sinking inside you in a swift motion, knowing you were ready for him. You heard his grunt, imagined him biting his lip behind you as he stilled and struggled to remain composed, muffled whimper following his initial grunt.  

Lucifer, you felt incredible. Had he known your pussy could feel this good, he would have claimed you as his long ago.  

Slowly, he began to thrust inside you, filling you over and over again. He drove his hips down, knowing now where that damned spot inside you was and driving his cock home with every thrust.  

Terzo was a very vocal lover, usually. He liked to talk his conquests through it, loved to praise them, degrade them, anything to make them squeeze around his cock but right now? He could barely form a sentence, wordless grunts and moans all he could manage.  

“P-Papa...” you cried, “f-feels... so good.” His hips quickened their pace, the force becoming enough to slap his skin against yours as his pelvis met the flesh of your ass. He watched your cheeks ripple with every thrust, committing the motion to memory in case he never got this chance again.  

He knew your first orgasm would do this to you... make you sopping wet for him, tighter, more sensitive. He would have smirked smugly if his face wasn’t permanently carved in a look of pure pleasured anguish. His plan had worked a little too well, his own lust for you too much and rendering him frankly animalistic. With all the teasing, all the flirting leading up to this moment he almost couldn’t believe he was here, and yet, your walls clenching on his shaft and creaming at the base of his cock was the stark reminder that yes, he had won his prize.  

As much as he adored watching his cock disappearing into you over and over, he needed to see your face again. He needed you closer.  

He slid a hand down the curve of your back. Running his fingers through your hair before wrapping it around his fist and pulling you up, chest leaving the desk. You grabbed his wrist for added stability, the sting of your roots being pulled adding a delicious toxicity to the moment. He pulled you back until your shoulders met his still clothed chest, and your face was exposed when your head lay back against his shoulder.  

The look in his eyes should have frightened you, the lust clouding them over and what could easily be mistaken for anger etched into his face. But it wasn’t anger, it was restraint. He was desperately trying not to cum too soon, savouring every second.  

“Look at you, eh?” he growled, “you look so fucked out, Principessa...” You couldn’t reply, just whimpered as the free hand on your hip slid up to rest over your neck and squeezed. You gasped at the pressure, not enough to make breathing a struggle but enough to excite you and earn Terzo another squeeze on his cock. He smirked at the feeling, knowing now that you liked that ... 

That very same hand reached up a little further, pushing two fingertips to your lips and opening your jaw up for him. He hooked them both past your teeth, holding your jaw open slightly while he mouthed at the corner of your lips, hips so furiously fucking into you your whimpers came out as little screams.  

Frankly, Terzo had lost control. The need to cum, to make you cum again was visceral and his brain wasn’t functioning, too much blood flowing to his cock. Lust had taken over the pair of you entirely. 

At this pace, his assault on your g-spot was violent but so welcome, and when your orgasm hit you again, your eyes rolled back into your head, body going slack and convulsing in his arms. Tears dripped down your cheeks, eyes tightening shut as you screamed for him around his fingers. You didn’t know you possibly could, but your pussy squirted as he continued his stimulation, pace never slowing, but the noise that came out of him...  

It was like a demon had crawled into him from hell itself.  

When he felt the wet splash on his thigh, he lost what sliver of composure he had left and roared as he too climaxed, your walls contracting and dragging him back in with every thrust. His seed spilled inside, mixing with the mess you’d both already made and dripping from between you, hitting the floor between his feet.  

Whilst his thrusts slowed to keep his and your orgasms prolonged, the strength of them didn’t waver. And with each, he punctuated it with a noise that sounded something between a whimper and a grunt. His arms had tightened around you, grip on your hair pulling at your scalp with each final thrust. 

When he finally stilled, he didn’t let go immediately, scared that if he did you may slam onto the desk below you and him to the floor, completely boneless.  

You both caught your breath for a moment, and when he did finally loosen his grip it was to slip out of you and pull you back against him when he slumped in his chair behind him. Wordlessly and still panting, he pulled you to sit in his lap curled into his chest. He didn’t care about the mess still seeping from your ruined cunt. He knew you’d need him close, comforting you. 

And you certainly did. You nuzzled into his shirt, damp with sweat and now, your tears. Terzo wrapped his arms around you, hand stroking your hair as he whispered how good you’d been for him in your ear.  

Given a few minutes, you were coming around again to being yourself. You sat up in his lap, looking back at his face – his makeup was ruined with sweat and smudged particularly around his lips where he’d mouthed at your skin. You couldn’t help the giggle that came out. 

He chuckled with you, pinching the bridge of his nose and rubbing his thumb and finger into his eyes as if to clear them. His head rolled back to lay against the high back of his chair, eyes on you.  

“Well, I would say that was to the Old One’s tastes, eh?” You nodded in agreement, smiling shyly.  

“Thank you,” you mumbled, biting your lip.  

“For what, Principessa?” Ah, so he was still calling you that. Well, good. You quite liked that. “Orgasm number one, or orgasm number two?”  

Smug bastard.

You swatted his chest, hiding your blush. “For helping me. Y’know... with the ritual.”  

The smugness of his smirk faded into a softer smile, hand coming to pinch at your chin lightly.  

“Prego, dolcezza... (You’re welcome, sweetie...) ” he winked. “Could you reach into that drawer there, for me?” he asked, pointing at a drawer to the left-hand side of his desk. You did as asked, opening it up to find a clipboard and a pen under the clip. When you looked, it was a list. 

A list of all seven sins you were to perform.   

You handed it to him, shaking your head in a silent laugh. He grinned stupidly and unclipped the pen, biting the cap off before spitting it to the ground and crossing off the first of the seven – Lust.   

His eyes flicked up to you once more, and he flipped the board around so you could see.  

“One down, six to go...” 

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Hey everyone! I’m Elizabeth (:

My blog is strictly 18+! I write adult themes and I will always tag my posts accordingly. Sometimes it’s just fluff.

Requests are open! - fanfics, drabbles, headcanons, etc. I love hearing from you! Just a few things to note:

Typically I write Papa x Reader (either GN or F reader), but I am open to changing it up

I’ll write any of the Papas or Ghouls/Ghoulettes, but am most comfortable w/ Terzo x Reader or Copia x Reader

Topics I will NOT write include the following, but are not limited to: incest, beastiality, underage, non-con - I will update this list if I need to

DM me anytime! If I’m taking a while to respond or post, please be patient as I’m probably thinking of the best way to write the request.

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Enjoy!

🔞 The following list contains NSFW content. Minors DNI 🔞

Wintertime Smut Collection

XXXmas At The Ministry, a collaboration with @copias-sewer-rat, @molly-ghuleh, and @bupia

Naughty Presents (Primo) by @copias-sewer-rat

Ungrumpify Your Papa (Secondo) by @molly-ghuleh

Mistletoe’d (Terzo) by @ghulehunknown

Treasure Hunt (Copia) by @bupia

Papa Holiday Headcanons

Papa Valentine’s Day Headcanons

Vacation Full Length Smut and “The Note” (a continuation of Mistletoe’d) - coming soon!

“A Holiday Tail”

“A Rainy Winter”

Kinktober 2023

Day 1 - masturbation • Day 2 - Terzomega • Day 3 - blowjob • Day 4 - cunnilingus, fingering, worship • Day 5 - miniskirt rough sex, dom • Day 6 - soft dom, sweet sex • Day 7 - teacher/student, inexperience, praise • Day 8 - rimming • Day 9 - public sex, exhibitionism • Day 10 - spanking, fishnets • Day 11 - group sex • Day 12 - sub Copia, degradation • Day 13 - kissing HCs • Day 14 - period sex HCs • Day 15 - lovemaking HCs • Halloween - Vamperzo, period sex

Kinktober 2024

Day 1 - Mirror Sex

Papa Emeritus IV

“Do You Deserve It?” • “You Earned It” • Random Drabble • “Creature Comforts” • Undressing Copia Drabble • Mirror Sex

Cardinal Copia

“Cardi Confessions”

Terzo

“I Wanna Be Yours” (Terzomega) • “Preparation is Key” • “Papa’s Worship” • “Movie ’n Chill” • “Let’s Have a Satanic Orgy” • “La Notte del Vampiro” • “La Lezione di Lucifero” • “And He Sees Nothing Wrong With That” • “Mistletoe’d” • “One Missed Text”

Secondo

“Papa’s Punishment”

Primo

“Teach Me Tonight”

Papa Headcanons

Kissing/Cuddling • Period Sex/Comforting • Romantic Sex/Lovemaking • Sick Days • Mary Goore NSFW • Positions • Going Down (F Receiving) • Jealousy • Thanksgiving • Showering Together • Holidays • Valentine’s Day • Proposals • Waking Up Together • Aftercare

Ghouls

“A Holiday Tail” (Mountain) • “A Rainy Winter” (Rain)

Papa of Choice

“Caught by Papa” • “Tangled Sheets”

Gender Neutral

“I Wanna Be Yours” (Terzomega) • “Tangled Sheets” • “Papa’s Punishment” • Random Copia Drabble • “A Rainy Winter” • “Creature Comforts” • Undressing Copia Drabble

F!Reader

“Caught by Papa” • “Preparation is Key” • “Papa’s Worship” • “Do You Deserve It?” • “You Earned It” • “Teach Me Tonight” • “Movie ’n Chill” • “Let’s Have a Satanic Orgy” • “Cardi Confessions” • “La Notte del Vampiro” * “La Lezione di Lucifero” • “And He Sees Nothing Wrong With That” • “Mistletoe’d” • “A Holiday Tail” (Mountain x AFAB) • “One Missed Text” • Mirror Sex

[bupia]

Love letter: Chapter 7 - Cardinal Copia x Fem!Reader

Summary: Months later after Terzo got removed from his position as Papa, the ministry was passing through some hard times. You and Cardinal Copia were working day and night to keep everything in the right place. But now, the day had finally come – Terzo was about to get married. Despite all the chaos at the ministry, you and Cardinal Copia were determined not to miss this chance to take a break and leave for the weekend.

Words: 10.802

Warning: This Chapter is a little Angst and has Smut (teasing; dirty talk; fingering; oral sex - m-f/face sitting; unprotected sex; breeding) | Italian swearing | Swearing

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

Over the past few months, Terzo's marriage signified a significant change in the dynamics of the ministry. With Terzo stepping down as Papa Emeritus III, and the circumstances surrounding his departure, Copia knew that the ministry was entering a new era, and it came with its share of uncertainties. Copia dedicated countless hours to the ministry as the absence of an official Papa Emeritus created a void in the hierarchy. Primo and Secondo were also working more than usual to compensate for the situation. Meanwhile, Terzo made a solemn vow never to get involved with the ministry again, and he remained true to his word.

With Nihil and Sister Imperator taking the lead of the ministry, you and Cardinal Copia were working tirelessly, trying to manage the chaos and maintain stability within the clergy. The atmosphere in the ministry was tense and filled with uncertainty and Copia had to step up to fill the void left by Terzo's departure.

Your relationship with Cardinal Copia has also become a challenge. The excessive workload has placed an invisible barrier between the two of you. It was difficult to be with Copia ever since, due to the overwhelming tiredness after long hours of work in his office, but also because of the massive amount of meetings he had to attend. The subject of these meetings? You had no idea, he never mentioned it, and when you tried to inquire, he would deflect the conversation or say that it was just ministry business that he had to attend to. But he always came back from them very apprehensive.

You felt a growing sense of distance between you and Copia. The long hours he spent in his office, the endless meetings, and the overwhelming tiredness took a toll on both of you. It was not just the physical fatigue that troubled him; you could see the emotional toll it was taking on him too.

The weight of his responsibilities seemed to separate you, and it felt as though there was an unspoken burden that both of you carried. It was challenging to find quality time together, and when you did, the conversations often revolved around the ministry or the events of the day, leaving little room for you two. As you tried to be patient and understanding, you couldn't help but wonder if there was something more he was keeping from you, something he couldn't share even with you.

The evening you decided to ask about it, Copia told you that the ministry is going through some significant changes, and there are decisions to be made that will impact many people, especially him. But you told him that he didn't have to go through all this alone, you were there for him. However, he made it clear that some of these matters are sensitive and confidential, and he didn't want to burden you with them, but he promised to find a balance.

And he did, he found balance between his responsibilities and his personal life, to prioritize both without neglecting either. He made a conscious effort to carve out quality time for the two of you, whether it was stealing quiet moments during lunch breaks, going on short walks together around the ministry, or simply sitting down for a cup of coffee in the mornings, Copia ensured that you felt valued and cherished. He listened to your thoughts and concerns, sharing his own in return, and he took every opportunity to remind you of your importance in his life. Whether it was through heartfelt gestures, loving words, or simply the way he looked at you.

There was also the moments whenever the workday ended earlier than anticipated, you and Copia saw it as an opportunity to steal away some private time for yourselves, which you both knew it would lead to his quarters.

One month ago, Cardinal Copia received Terzo's wedding invitation. On one hand, he was genuinely happy for Terzo and his fiancée, on the other hand, Copia couldn't deny a hint of sadness within himself.

Because of that, he believed that it was time to open up to his brothers about your relationship. Having this conversation wasn't going to be easy, given the sensitivity of the matter and the possible repercussions. Nevertheless, he understood its importance, particularly because he didn't want to bring you to the wedding solely as his assistant.

So he shared the news with his brothers, Primo’s joy and happiness were evident. He mentioned how he wished he had been able to balance his responsibilities as a young man with the pursuit of love, but circumstances were different back then. Secondo’s reaction was a mix of happiness and concern. He seemed delighted, but his worry was understandable given the circumstances surrounding Terzo’s removal from his Papa position due to his engagement. And then Terzo, the ever-mischievous one. Copia also told him about the relationship, even though it wasn’t entirely necessary, he already knew. Terzo’s reaction was to mock Copia, playfully teasing him about his inability to resist the allure of a “sorella.” Despite the teasing, Terzo was genuinely happy for you two.

Regardless of the high stakes involved their positions within the ministry, the brothers showed understandment and support for your relationship, pledging to keep it a secret. Copia felt a burden lifted off his shoulders, and you noticed he appeared more relaxed afterward.

The days leading up to Terzo's wedding had been filled with a whirlwind of preparations and responsibilities. You both were sharing a room in the house that had been provided by Terzo's fianc��e's family shortly after they left the ministry. It was a spacious, old house, nestled in seclusion, far away from the city. The area offered a great deal of privacy, making it an ideal setting for a tranquil new beginning. Terzo appeared entirely unfazed by the surroundings; he was relishing this fresh start with his fiancée.

The exhaustion weighed heavily on both of you as you stood together in the bathroom, getting ready for the big day. Copia's eyes met yours in the mirror, and you could see the weariness reflected in his gaze. The long hours of work, the late-night meetings, and the constant pressure of the clergy had taken a toll on both of you. But beyond all that, you two couldn't be happier to spend this time alone, distant from the duties of the ministry for the weekend.

"Sei così bella," he said softly, his eyes locked on your reflection at the mirror.

"Thank you," you responded, smiling back at him through the reflection.

"Eh!?," he looked surprised. "You understood that?"

"Copia," you giggled. "You've said it so many times in the past few months; I'm starting to grasp it. I pick things up quickly," you winked playfully at him. "Now, can you help me with my dress?"

"Che diavolo!" he exclaimed, looking at you perplexed. "Come here, diavoletta!" He chuckled, reaching for your hand, turning you to his direction.

Your breath caught in surprise as he lifted you onto the bathroom sink and pressed his lips against yours in a fiery kiss. His hands holding your waist, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. The warmth of his body pressed against yours, sent shivers through all your body. The taste of his lips made you feel intoxicated, and the sound of your mingling breaths, filled the air. He growled, darting to lick your bottom lip before he sucked it gently into his mouth.

He broke the kiss, lowering his head to your neck, kissing it gently. Soft gasps escaped your lips, and you couldn’t help but lean into the touch. His lips were warm and tender against your skin and the gentle tickle of his mustache made you giggle softly, a sound that only seemed to encourage him as he continued to explore your neck with his lips, leaving a wet trail of kisses. Your hands instinctively found their way to his hair, tangling in the soft locks as you held him closer. His hands caressed your back to your thighs, slightly spreading them, fitting himself between it, pulling you even closer to him.

You tilted your head to grant him better access. “Copia...” you murmured his name, your voice barely audible, but he heard it loud and clear. He responded with a gentle hum against your skin.

With a soft sigh, he lifted his head to meet your gaze, capturing your lips in a tender and sweet kiss. His fingers brushing gently against your cheek, while he proceeded to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"I need your help with my tie, amore." Copia murmured.

You nodded, composing yourself, smiling affectionately. “Of course, let me help you,” you replied, leaving the sink, standing in front of him.

Your fingers deftly worked on the tie, skillfully adjusting and fixing it into place. As you focused on the task, Copia’s eyes never left your face and you couldn’t help but blush as you stole glances at his face.

“Grazie, amore,” he murmured softly. "How do I look? Do I look good?" his hand reaching up to caress your cheek.

"More than good," you said, your eyes locking with his. "You look absolutely breathtaking, Copia."

His cheeks tinged with a faint blush, and he chuckled. "Well, I do try my best for you, amore."

"And you succeed," you replied, kissing his cheek. "Always."

With the tie fixed, you turned your back to him, grazing at your reflection in the mirror, your cheeks still flushed and your lips slightly swollen from the intensity of the previous kiss. With a contented sigh, you adjusted your hair and clothing, ensuring everything was back in place. As you turned back to face Copia, he was watching you with a soft expression on his face.

"Can you please help me with my dress, now?" you asked him, giggling. "I just need you to zip it."

"Of course, amore," he said, delicately rubbing his hands on the fabric and carefully zipping your dress.

His arms wrapped around you, you felt a soft brush of his nose against your hair. You took a deep breath, running your fingertips on the back of his hands, letting the scent of his cologne filling your senses.

"You're so beautiful," he said, his eyes fixed on you.

You felt a rush of warmth in your heart, and a soft blush colored your cheeks. "Thank you," you replied, feeling a bit shy under his gaze.

"I meant it, cara," he said sincerely. "You're absolutely stunning."

"And you're not too bad yourself," you teased, playfully nudging him.

He chuckled, pulling you into a warm embrace. “I'm glad you find this old man good enough,” he admitted, his lips brushing against your forehead.

"You're much more than enough, Copia." With a smile, you kissed his cheek. "Shall we?"

"Sì, amore."

Copia left the bathroom going to the corner of the room, where his suit jacket hung casually over a chair. He sauntered over and picked up the elegant attire, running his fingers along the smooth fabric. As he donned the suit jacket, he reached for the doorknob, pulling the door open for you.

"Thank you," you said, smiling at him as he followed you closing the door behind you.

Stepping outside, you both found yourselves in a quiet corridor. He grabbed your hand and you two walked side by side. But then, a subtle sense of anxiety gnawed at you as you thought about the upcoming wedding. Despite things seeming fine now, the future of the ministry weighed on your mind, especially with you and Cardinal Copia being together. The thought of what could happen to him if the clergy discovered your relationship was painful, but you pushed those worries aside for the moment. Today was a day of celebration, and you didn't want anything to dampen the joyous occasion.

As you approached the bottom of the stairs, Primo and Secondo stood nearby, both exuding an air of elegance in their well-chosen attire. Primo was resplendent in his traditional white Papal robes, the intricate embroidery and golden accents adding a touch of regal splendor to his appearance. Beside him, Secondo exuded an aura of quiet sophistication in his impeccably tailored suit. The dark fabric hugged his form in all the right places, emphasizing the strong lines of his shoulders and chest. Primo gaze resting upon both of you with a warm smile.

"Good evening, Papas," you greeted them.

"You both make a beautiful couple," Primo said softly, his voice tinged with genuine warmth.

You exchanged a grateful look with Copia, feeling a sense of comfort in Primo's acceptance of your relationship. His support meant a lot, especially given the complexities of their roles within the ministry.

"Grazie, fratello," Copia replied, his voice filled with appreciation.

Primo chuckled softly, giving a small nod. "Now, look at you, Bellissima!" Primo exclaimed, taking your hands and planting a gentle kiss on the back of each. "You truly are a wonderful addition to our family."

Secondo nodded, keeping his serious look as he observed the interaction. Though his expression might not show it, you could feel the quiet approval in his gaze. His protective nature was evident, and you knew that he cared deeply for his family and their well-being.

"Thank you, Papa." You smiled shyly. "But you're the one who looks handsome!"

He chuckled. "I'm not the Papa anymore, bella," he said, giggling. "You don't have to call me that, but I appreciate it."

"Don't say that! Once a Papa, always a Papa."

"Oh, sei troppo dolce per il cuore di questo vecchio, bella," he said, affectionately kissing your hands again.

You then turned your gaze to Secondo, offering him a sincere smile. "You look amazing too, Secondo."

You could swear you saw Secondo blush slightly in response, but he simply grunted as an answer. You couldn't help but giggle softly at his reaction.

"Now, would you lend us your partner, bella? We need to meet Terzo before the ceremony starts," Primo requested, releasing your hands and offering you a warm smile.

"Of course, Papa! Please take him with you," you replied, looking at Copia and giving him an affectionate smile.

"Grazie, bella." Primo said, starting to walk down the hallway, followed by Secondo. "Come with us, Cardinal."

Copia nodded, a tender look in his eyes as he gently squeezed your hand. "I'll be right back, cara," he murmured before following Primo.

With a nod, Copia gave you a soft peck and then followed Primo and Secondo down the hallway. Taking a deep breath, you made your way to the garden where rows of neatly arranged chairs awaited the guests.

Finding your seat among the guests, you took a moment to look around. The beautiful garden where the ceremony would soon take place, was filled with the sweet scent of flowers, and the gentle breeze rustled through the leaves of the trees. Also, people were dressed in their finest attire, adorned with elaborate Satanic symbols and dark elegance, mingled with one another.

As the evening sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the garden, the candles that adorned the garden, crated an enchanting and intimate atmosphere. At the moment the sky turned into hues of pink and orange, the sweet melodies of the music filled the air, and all eyes turned to the end of the garden where Terzo stood, looking radiant in his wedding suit.

He strode into the venue, with his brothers. At the front stood Primo, emanating an air of authority. Further back, Secondo stood, a captivating figure, his serious yet charming demeanor drawing in the guests like a magnet. And there, in the midst of it all, was Copia, your Cardinal, resplendent in his attire. His eyes met yours with a tender intensity, and you felt a surge of warmth in your heart.

Primo, dressed in his old Papa attire, took his place at the altar, embodying the authority of a Papa Emeritus. Your eyes were drawn irresistibly to Copia. He looked remarkably different in a suit compared to the usual Cardinal attire, or even his casual bed clothes, or sometimes no clothes at all. Seeing him dressed so handsomely for the occasion made your heart skip a beat, and a rush of butterflies fluttered in your stomach. It was like falling in love with him all over again, and you couldn't stop wondering if that day would come for you two as well.

You got lost in your thoughts when suddenly you noticed the guests turning their faces in an opposite direction of yours. As the anticipation in the room heightened, you felt a slight nudge from the guests beside you, drawing your attention to the entrance. There she was, Terzo's fiancée, making her grand entrance. A hushed silence fell over the crowd as all eyes turned to admire her beauty and grace.

The striking black dress she wore exuded an air of elegance. As she neared Terzo, their eyes locked, and a soft smile curved her lips. Terzo extended his hand, and she placed her delicate fingers in his, with a tender touch, he pressed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand.

From that moment, Primo began the ceremony, invoking the blessings of the Satanic deities upon the couple.

"In the name of our great god Satan Lucifer, I command thee to come forth and bestow your blessing upon these. In the names of Satan, Lucifer, Belial, Leviathan, come forth."

The guests watched in awe and reverence as Primo conducted the ceremony, his words carrying the weight of tradition and centuries of Satanic beliefs. As the blessings were bestowed upon the couple, you could see the emotions on Terzo and his fiancée's faces.

Terzo turned to his beloved, taking a deep breath, reaching for her hands. "Cara, from the moment we met, I never imagined that we would end up like this. When you first started working with me, it felt like you were a distant star, shining brightly but out of reach. Your smile seemed like a treasure I could never hope to find. You wouldn't laugh at any of my jokes, always telling me to focus on my work, and scolding me for not doing my job right. It frustrated me, because you wouldn't even look at me! But little by little, you started to let me in. I remember the first time you smiled at one of my jokes, and it felt like a beam of sunlight breaking through the darkness. And then, one day, you looked at me, really looked at me, and it was as if the entire world came into focus. From that moment on, my heart was forever yours. As we stand here today, surrounded by the warmth of our loved ones and the embrace of the Satanic spirit, I vow to love you with all that I am. I promise to be your unwavering support, to lift you up when you're down, and to cherish every moment we share. With you, I am complete, and cara, please never forget; I regret nothing. I regret absolutely nothing. I love you."

Terzo's vows moved you to tears, and as your emotions overwhelmed you, your gaze naturally turned to Copia, who was already watching you with a tender expression. He gave you a reassuring smile and in that moment, you felt a how much you loved him. You wiped away your tears, smiling back at Copia.

Terzo's fiancée's voice trembled slightly with emotion as she began her vows. "My beloved Terzo, when our paths first crossed, I never imagined that we would end up here, standing before each other on our wedding day. To be honest, I couldn't quite understand why you chose me to be your assistant when I hadn't even applied for the position. But fate had its way, and I took the job, not knowing it would lead me to this moment. And now, I am so grateful that I did, because it brought me to the love of my life. Yes, you were quite a handful, I can't count the number of times you drove me crazy with your stubbornness. But amidst the chaos, I found myself falling for you. I remember our first kiss, vividly, as if time stood still in that office at midnight of a quiet Friday. Every time you kiss me, it's like I'm transported back to that moment, wrapped in the warmth of your arms. So as we stand here, under the watchful gaze of the Satanic deities, I vow to be your rock and your refuge, to hold you close in times of need, and to lift you up when you are down. Thank you for loving me, I love you."

With tears of joy in their eyes, Terzo and his fiancée exchanged rings, sealing their promises to each other.

"Your vows being made by intent, by the power of Satan, I now confer the possession of each other upon you." Primo solemnly proclaimed, his voice filled with emotion as he officiated the ceremony.

Without hesitation, they leaned in and sealed their promises with a tender and passionate kiss.

"Rege Satanis."

As Terzo and his beloved, now bound in unholy matrimony, walked down the aisle, the guests erupted in applause and cheers. You watched them with a warm smile, as Primo, Secondo, and Copia followed closely behind the newlyweds, returning to the house where the reception awaited.

You rose from your seat, making your way to the house with the other guests. Inside the house, laughter and chatter filled the air, the joyous atmosphere was contagious. Tables were laden with sumptuous food and drinks, and music filled the air.

As you searched the crowd for Copia, a sense of unease started to creep into your heart. You had hoped to find him among the guests, sharing in the celebration of Terzo's wedding, but he seemed to be nowhere in sight. Finally, you spotted Secondo, Primo, and Terzo with his wife, surrounded by well-wishers and guests offering their congratulations. But still, there was no sign of Copia. Your concern grew, and you couldn't help but wonder where he might be.

"There she is!" Terzo called out, beckoning you to come closer. "Come join us, sorella!" He reached for your hand, bringing you close to them.

Trying to hide your growing worry, you joined the group.

"Congratulations!" You said in a cheerful tone, giving them a genuine smile.

Terzo's face lit up with joy as he looked at you. "Grazie, sorella!" he replied, his voice filled with gratitude.

His wife joined the conversation. "Yes, thank you," she held your hands, pulling you to a hug. "Thank you for being here."

"I wouldn't miss it for anything," you replied. "You both deserve all the happiness in the world."

"Thank you, dear," she sighed. "I can't even believe we are here, I can't believe I'm finally his wife!" She said with a big smile on her face. Terzo leaned in, pressing a kiss on her cheek.

You smiled warmly at the them, their happiness contagious and heartwarming. "You make a beautiful couple," you said, genuinely meaning every word.

"I'm so glad you're here to share this day with us," Terzo's wife said, her eyes glistening with emotion. "It means a lot to have you here."

"It means a lot to me too," you replied, your heart swelling with affection for them both.

"So-re-lla," Terzo spelled out playfully, drawing out the word. "So, tell us, when are we going to see you two getting married with our fratello?"

“Terzo, non cominciare neanche…” Secondo responded in a serious tone.

"Cosa? Sono solo curioso! Non puoi negare di averci già pensato, fratello," Terzo teased him.

As they bantered back and forth, you couldn't understand the details of their conversation, but the mention of marriage made you feel a surge of anxiety. Thoughts of your future together with Copia flooded your mind, and while you cherished the idea of a life together, the idea of marriage felt like a big step.

You managed to put on a smile, not wanting to dampen the cheerful mood. "Well, we'll see what the future holds," you replied vaguely, hoping to steer the conversation away from the topic.

Terzo's wife noticed your unease and took the initiative to change the subject. She gently grabbed your hand and brought you closer to her. "Why don't we go sit?" she suggested, giving you a knowing look.

You turned your gaze to her, feeling grateful for her understanding. With a nod of your head, you followed her lead as she led the way to a big round table, followed by the three brothers. As you settled into your seat, you felt a sense of relief wash over you. The anxiety that had been building up started to dissipate, and you allowed yourself to be present in the moment.

As the conversation flowed around you, your mind kept wandering to the Cardinal's absence. He had promised to be there, and you knew how important it was for him to be present at his brother's wedding. The weight of uncertainty gnawed at your thoughts, making it difficult to fully engage in the festivities.

"Have you seen Copia?" you asked cautiously, trying not to let your worry show too much.

Primo looked around, his brows furrowed. "I haven't seen him in a while. He was here when we got inside, but I think he went to somewhere else."

"He'll probably join us soon," Secondo chimed in, trying to offer reassurance. "Don't worry, sorella."

You nodded, trying to trust their words, but your concern still lingered. You excused yourself from the group, intending to search for Copia. As you moved through the crowd, you couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency in your heart.

Suddenly, Secondo raised from his seat, cleaning his throat. "I'd like to make a toast to the couple."

All eyes turned to Secondo as he stood, a serious yet warm expression on his face. The atmosphere hushed, anticipation filling the air. He cleared his throat once more before speaking.

"Terzo, Ann, as you both embark on this new chapter of your lives together, I have a toast to make on behalf of all of us," Secondo began, his voice steady and heartfelt. "We, your brothers, have witnessed the love and devotion you have for each other, and it's truly a remarkable thing. As you know, the path of a Papa can be demanding and sometimes unpredictable, but we stand together as a family. And so, I raise this glass to celebrate your union and to make an announcement – an announcement of time and freedom."

His words hung in the air, and you exchanged curious glances with the guests, wondering what Secondo had in mind.

"And by saying that, me and my brother, Primo, we have decided it's time to take a step back from the ministry," Secondo continued, his voice steady and resolute. "We've devoted so much of ourselves to the service of the Dark Lord and the ministry, and while it has been a rewarding journey, we believe it's essential to make space for our personal lives as well."

The room fell silent for a moment, as everyone absorbed the significance of their decision.

"We trust in the strength of the ministry, and we have faith that whoever leads the ministry from now on, will carry forward the legacy of our Dark Lord," Secondo added, his gaze sweeping over the gathered guests. "We know that they will continue to thrive and spread His teachings to the world."

Primo raised his glass, and the guests followed suit. "To Terzo and Ann," he proclaimed.

"To Terzo and Ann!" the guests echoed, clinking their glasses together.

You felt nauseous by the words of Secondo, you couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling that had settled in your stomach. Terzo leaving the ministry, followed by Primo and Secondo's decision, had taken you by surprise. The suddenness of their choices left you feeling disoriented and anxious about the future.

Amidst the chatter and laughter of the guests, you discreetly glanced around the room, searching for Copia. He was nowhere to be seen, and that only added to your growing unease.

Your thoughts vanished away as you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned your head in the direction, seeing Terzo looking at you worried.

"Is everything ok, sorella?" He asked, worried about you. "You look pale."

"Y- Yes, Papa," you managed to say, your voice shaking.

Terzo's concern deepened as he watched you, but he nodded understandingly. "Of course, take all the time you need," he said gently, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "If you need to talk or if there's anything I can do, don't hesitate to come to me."

"Thank you, Papa," you replied. "Just, I need to... Please excuse me."

With one last glance, you excused yourself from the table, stating that you needed a moment alone. With each step you took, the knot in your stomach tightened. The need to find Copia became more urgent, you had to understand what was happening.

You walked around the house, looking for him but you couldn't find him in any room. You continued your search for Copia throughout the house. Each room seemed to be empty, and there was no sign of where he might have gone. Your mind raced with possibilities, and the weight of the situation seemed to grow heavier with each passing moment.

You decided to check outside. As you stepped back into the garden, the moon cast a soft glow over the surroundings. You took a few more steps, now walking deeper into the garden, hoping to find any sign of him.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you spotted him in a corner of the garden, sitting on a bench beneath a tree, away from the noise and celebrations. His shoulders were tense, and his eyes seemed distant, lost in thought.

"Copia," you said gently, taking a seat beside him.

He turned to look at you, his eyes reflecting the same turmoil you felt. "Oh, cara," he murmured.

You hurried, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace. "Are you okay?" you asked, concern evident in your voice.

A profound silence hung in the air between you two. Copia's arms wrapped around you tightly, as if he was afraid to let go, and you held him close. You gently ran your fingers through his hair, a soothing gesture that seemed to bring a moment of calm. Copia's breaths gradually slowed, and his tense shoulders began to relax. You could feel the weight of his thoughts and worries, but you also sensed a deep sense of vulnerability. This was a side of Copia you hadn't seen before.

"I just want to protect you," Copia said, his voice trembling with emotion. "I want to keep you safe and make sure nothing comes between us."

Your heart skipped a beat, concern washing over you. "What? What are you talking about, Copia?" you asked, worried. "I'm fine, we are fine."

He hesitated before continuing, reluctantly pulling away from your arms to look into your eyes. "I saw you crying, amore," he confessed. "And it made me realize how much you mean to me, how much you've become a part of my life. I started to think about the future, about us together, about the possibility of... of wanting more. What if that day comes and I... I won't be able to give it to you? What if I... I... Will you leave me? Will they make you leave me?" His voice cracked with vulnerability.

"Yes, I was crying, but it was because of the ceremony," With a gentle touch, you caressed his cheek, reassuring him. "Copia, you are more than enough for me. Whatever the future holds, we will face it together. I don't need anything more than this moment with you. We'll figure things out, step by step. I promise you, I'm not going anywhere. And no one will make me leave you, trust me."

He pulled you into another tight hug, seeking comfort in your arms. You closed your eyes a you nestled your face into the crook of his neck. You took a deep breath, smelling his cologne.

"I love you, Copia," you whispered softly, your breath tickling his skin.

His arms tightened around you, and he pressed a tender kiss on the top of your head. "And I love you, amore mio," he stroke your back with his fingertips, slowly and delicately. "Mi dispiace, I... I needed a moment," he admitted, his voice trembling slightly. "It's just... everything, the ministry, the responsibilities, it's all been so overwhelming lately."

"I understand," you murmured, gently stroking his back to offer comfort. "But you don't have to face it alone, Copia. We're in this together, remember?"

He nodded, his grip on you tightening. "I know, and I'm sorry for pulling away like this. It's just... so much pressure, and I don't want to burden you with it."

"You don't have to carry it all on your own," you reassured him. "Let me be here for you, just as you are here for me."

He sighed, his body relaxing against yours. "Thank you, cara. I don't know what I would do without you."

You smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "You'll never have to find out, because I'm not going anywhere."

Copia smiled after your words, pressing a kiss on your cheek, stroking it with the tip of his nose.

Copia let out a sigh, his gaze shifting slightly. "Probably Secondo told you about him and Primo."

"Yes, they did. You knew they were going to do it?"

"Sì. They told me after one of the most recent meetings we had with Imperator and Nihil."

"And how do you feel about that?"

"I... I'm happy for them, but at the same time, I'm nervous." He admitted. "It's a big step for them, and it makes me wonder about future."

You understood the weight of his words, feeling the mixture of emotions in your heart. "Copia, you don't need to think about it now, everything is going to be fine, especially us."

He looked into your eyes, a glimmer of relief shining through. "You're right. I just don't want anything to come between us."

"Nothing will, I promise you. No matter what happens, I'll stand by your side." You reassured him.

Copia reached for your hand and entwined his fingers with yours. His thumb gently caressed the back of your hand, and you leaned in to give him a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Amore," he whispered.

"Yes, Copia?"

"Eh... There's a thing I want to ask you, cara."

"What?" you asked curious.

"Do you want to dance with me, amore?" He asked you, in a soft whisper.

"Please." You replied, whispering back to him.

Cardinal Copia rose from the bench, gently bringing your hand to signal it was time to head back to the house. Hand in hand, you strolled back to the house, the moonlight guiding your way. The soft rustle of leaves and distant laughter from the guests created a soothing ambiance as you walked side by side.

As you approached the house, the sounds of music and merriment grew louder, beckoning you to join the festivities once more. You let him lead you to the center of the room, where a soft melody began to play from a nearby speaker. The lights in the room dimmed, casting a warm, romantic glow over the space.

Copia placed one hand gently on your lower back and held your other hand in his, his touch gentle and tender. He held you close, while you rested your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.

You both swayed gently to the soft music that played in the background. As the soft music enveloped you both, you felt a sense of tranquility wash over you. Copia's arms around you made you feel secure and loved, and his heartbeats against your cheek felt like a comforting rhythm. The worries of the day seemed to melt away, and you focused on the present moment, cherishing this intimate dance with him.

It was as if time had slowed down, you closed your eyes, relishing the feeling of being in his arms, and the subtle scent of his cologne filled your senses.

"I love you," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the soft melody.

Copia tightened his hold around you, his lips brushing against your forehead. "I love you too, amore. This is all I need right now, being here with you."

You swayed gently, lost in each other's embrace. As the music reached its final notes, Cardinal Copia dipped you slightly, his eyes locking with yours. He brought you back up, and you shared a tender kiss. You both lingered in each other's arms, not wanting to let go. But with a soft smile, Copia pulled back just enough to look into your eyes.

"Grazie," he murmured, his gaze filled with adoration.

"For what, Copia?"

"For being with me, for loving me, for accepting me," He started, a playful glint in his eyes. "And for that little mishap with the letter in my office..."

"How da- Copia! I didn't steal it!" You chuckled.

"Oh, you didn't, eh? The letter magically appeared inside of your pocket, sì?" He teased with a mischievous grin.

"Yes! I mean, no! I didn't steal it, I found it and it was an accident, then you came in and I had no other choice, I-" you tried to explain, but Copia interrupted you, taking your lips in a gentle kiss, making you take a deep breath. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fully embracing the moment.

"You have a way of getting into trouble, sì?" he whispered, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You playfully nudged him with a smile. "Well, it's all in the name of love, isn't it?"

He chuckled softly, his arms pulling you closer. "I know, amore. I was just teasing you," he said, pulling you closer for another gentle kiss. "I never knew love could be this beautiful until I met you."

You looked into his eyes, smiling. "I feel the same way," you replied, your voice filled with affection. "And I-"

A cough sound interrupted your moment, and both of you turned your eyes to the source of the sound – Terzo standing there, looking at you both.

"Am I interrupting something?" Terzo asked in a teasingly tone.

"No, not at all," Copia replied, giving Terzo a warm smile. However, you noticed a subtle trace of annoyance in his expression, though he quickly masked it.

You smiled nervously, feeling a little embarrassed to have been caught in such an intimate moment. "We were just talking," you added, hoping to ease any potential awkwardness.

Terzo chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with mirth. "Just talking," he repeated, teasingly.

"What do you want, Terzo?" Copia asked, his voice filled with a hint of annoyance.

"Oh, sì! Ann's family is on their way home, I thought it would be appropriate if the four of us go to talk to them before they leave."

Terzo's wife joined the group, linking her arm with his. "Terzo, my parents are waiting," she said, smiling at him.

Terzo nodded and turned back to you both. "Let's go, fratello," he said, giving you a wink before following his wife.

Copia took a deep sigh, shaking his head. "Cara, why don't you wait for me at our bedroom? I'm going there with Terzo and my brothers, and I'll be with you in a minute."

You nodded understandingly, he gave you a soft kiss on the forehead before you make way out of the room. You walked down the hallways of the house, with your head over the heels. Every step you took felt lighter, as if you were floating on air.

As you reached the bedroom, you couldn't wait to share the rest of the night with Copia. You took a deep breath and stepped inside. The anticipation bubbled within you, You had only some few minute before he come to the bedroom. You quickly turned on the lamps lights, leaving the room in a dimly light, the soft glow of the yellow lamps cast a warm ambiance.

You sat on the bed, removing your high heels and placing them beside the bed. After that, you unzipped your dress slowly, letting it fall to the floor in a graceful heap. As you slipped out of the dress, you heard the door opening, and there stood Copia, a soft smile playing on his lips. His eyes met yours as he closed the door behind him.

Copia took slow, deliberate steps towards you, as if savoring each moment. He looked at you with adoration as he gently cupped your face, and leaned in to kiss you, his lips tender and sweet. You could feel the heat of him against your cheek and neck as he drew closer, until you were pressed up against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.

"I hope you didn't wait too long," Copia whispered, against your lips.

"Not at all," you replied, sitting on the bed, slowly laying down. "I just got here."

He joined you on the bed, crawling on the top of you, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you close. "So I guess I arrived just in time, sì?" he murmured, pressing a soft kiss on your temple.

"Yes, Copia." You murmured

Slowly, his hands reached for your thighs, caressing your smooth skin. He gently rubbed up and down your legs, his touch light yet firm. His fingertips glided over the soft skin of your inner thighs, causing you to squirm in anticipation.

He leaned in and kissed you softly on the lips. His tongue darted out to taste your lips, which where slightly parted from his gentle touch. You moaned as he licked your lips, and your eyes fluttered closed. Your hands ran through his hair, and his hand slid up your legs. He felt the warmth through the thin material of your panties, and he smiled against your lips.

"Moaning for me, amore?" He whispered, breaking the kiss.

You nodded shyly as your hands traveled to his shoulder, feeling the smooth fabric of his suit under your touch. With careful movements, you began to pull his jacket suit off.

As his jacket came off, revealing the crisp white shirt beneath, you couldn't help but marvel at the sight of him. The desire in his eyes was mirrored in yours. His hands roamed over your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, and you felt your heart race in response.

He pressed his lips against yours, and you melted into the kiss, savoring the taste of him. His hands found their way to the strap of your bra, running it down your shoulder, exposing your breasts. You could feel him growing between your legs, pressing against the soft fabric of your panties.

"Ah! Mmm...!" You purred softly, arching your back.

His gaze darkened with desire as he took in the sight of you. You wrapped your legs around his body, squeezing him tightly, pressing his body against yours. He groaned, giving you a wickedly smile.

"Already so needy, eh?" He teased you, grinning devilishly.

His hand quickly made their way to your panties, running his fingers along the soaked fabric. You moaned in pleasure as his fingers began to move faster, pressing against your clit, sending shivers down your spine. Your started to roll your hips, closing your eyes.

"Copia," you hissed, closing your eyes. "P-Please...!" One of your hands reached your panties, pulling it aside, giving him a better access.

His fingers slid between your folds, feeling your arousal. You let out a loud moan as he pushed two fingers inside you. He moved them slowly, watching your face as he thrust his fingers inside of you.

"Is it good, cara?" he asked, increasing his pace, thrusting his fingers deeper inside of you.

"Oh! Yes! That's it..." you moaned in a murmur, closing your eyes.

He pulled back his hand, causing you to open your eyes. He brought it close to his mouth, sticking out his tongue, running it over his wet fingers from your juice. You gasped, staring at him, fixed on his tongue running between his fingers. His eyes locked with yours, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down your spine.

"Tu hai sempre un sapore dolce," he whispered, his voice low and filled with desire.

He went with his hands to the waistband of your panties, slowly sliding them down your legs. You lifted your hips, allowing him to remove it. He tossed them aside and sat on the bed, his eyes locked onto yours as he untied the tie around his neck. With deliberate movements, he removed the tie, his hands then moving to the buttons of his shirt. His gaze never wavered from yours, and you could feel the intensity of his desire with every passing second.

Your heart pounded in your chest, matching the rhythm of your breaths as you watched him unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing glimpses of his bare chest. Once the last button was undone, he let the shirt fall open, revealing more of his body, your eyes traced the hair on his chest connected to his belly, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of desire washing over you. The way he looked at you, with that smoldering gaze, made your skin tingle and your legs squeeze.

He lowered his body again, with his shirt now completely open. You reached out, running your fingers lightly across his chest. His breath hitched, and he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a hungry kiss.

You grabbed his shirt, pulling it off his shoulders. He raised himself up, allowing you to take it off. You threw it to the floor and ran your hands down his torso before wrapping your arms around his neck, shifting your positions, so that you were now sitting on his lap. Your lips met his, and he kissed you back with a passion that took your breath away. Your tongue danced in his mouth, as he sucked on it, gently biting at it.

His hands roamed over your body, feeling every curve and contour of your skin. He pulled away from you, only to place soft kisses along your jaw line, and then along your neck.

"Mmm... Copia..." you purred his name, biting your lower lip feeling the warmth of his lips against your skin.

He continued to kiss, licking and sucking your neck. He reached behind you, and unhooked your bra, freeing your breasts. He pulled away from you, and his intense gaze traced every inch of your body, causing a warm blush to spread across your cheeks.

"Per l'amore di Satana, sei bellissima." He said, lowering his head, sucking on your nipple. You whimpered loud, feeling his tongue swirl around your nipple, causing you to squirm against him.

He moved his mouth to your other breast, and began to suck on it as well. You moaned softly, arching your back. His fingers, gently caressed your stomach, moving slowly upwards. You bit your lip hard, trying to contain yourself. His hand cupped your breast, squeezing it softly, making you gasp. He smiled against your breast, and then lowered his head again, taking your nipple into his mouth, sucking on it hard. Your hands moved to his head, running through his hair, as he sucked hard.

"C-Oh!.. Copia..."

You felt his tongue flicker against your nipple, sending a shiver through your entire body. You gasped, feeling his teeth bite gently your nipple. He began to move his hand from your breast to your thigh, slowly moving towards your center.

"Amore... You're a temptation," he whispered against your ear. You could feel his hand getting closer and closer to your core. "Non posso controllarmi."

You whimpered, wanting nothing more than for him to touch you. He smiled, and then leaned forward, kissing you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth, tasting you. You opened your mouth wider, allowing him to explore it. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close.

He broke the kiss, and looked deep into your eyes. "I want you, amore. I... Volere fare l'amore con tu." He said, his voice rough and husky. "Mio amore..." He murmured against your lips.

"I love you, Copia." You whispered back, smiling at him.

"I love you, cara." He whispered back, kissing you again, and then moved down your neck, licking and nibbling on your skin. "Amore... Per favore... Let me taste you."

You nodded, preparing to remove your legs from around him, but he stopped you by gently grabbing your hips, keeping you firmly on his lap. His expression was serious, yet there was a hint of lust.

"No!" his grip on your hips tightening. "I... Per favore, sit on my face." He said, biting his lip.

Your heart skipped a beat as you stared into his eyes, trying to decide if you were brave enough to do this. You couldn't help but giggle at the request.

"What?" you asked confused.

"Let me eat you out, cara." He said, his eyes pleading with yours.

"Copia... I don't know if I can." You replied, unsure.

"Cara, I've never done this before, so please let me try." He said, his hands stroking your thighs.

You bit your lip, and then nodded. "O-Ok..." You whispered, not trusting you to speak any louder.

He grinned, guiding you onto your knees. He pulled you forward, pushing his face between your legs. You gasped as you felt his hot breath on your core.

"Copia... Are you sure about this?" You said, looking down at him, worried.

Copia didn't reply you, instead, he stuck out his tongue holding your hip, sitting you down on his face. He started to lick your clit, flicking his tongue against it. Your head fell back, your eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of his tongue. You grabbed his hair, holding him tightly against you. You pushed your hips forward, trying to get more of his tongue on you, he groaned against your core, and then sucked hard on your clit.

"Copia!" you moaned, grinding your hips against his face. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes."

He lapped at your flesh faster, and then flicked his tongue over your clit, making you cry out. You grabbed the headboard top rail with both of your hands, and started to grind hard against his face. One of his hands left your hip, reaching for his pants, unbuttoning them with a sense of urgency. He quickly unzipped them, pulling his length out of his underwear and then he started to stroke himself, growling against your slick folds.

You threw your head back, overwhelmed with pleasure, and let out a gasp as your whole body trembled. You turned your face above your shoulders, watching him stroking his throbbing length. Your eyes widened as you saw it, you tried to pull away, but he held you tight against his face. He plunged his tongue into your entrance, rubbing the tip of his nose onto your clit in circles. You rolled your eyes to the back of your head, opening your mouth in a silent moan, your entrance twitching around his tongue.

You felt you could come come at any moment. He removed his tongue inside of you, and flicked it again across your clit, making you jerk, then sucked it between his lips. You gasped, arching your back and pressing yourself down on his face, feeling his tongue inside you once again. He thrust his tongue deep inside you, making you cry out, and then slowly withdrew it.

He repeated this motion over and over, each time going deeper until his tongue was all the way inside you. You cried out, trying to push your hips forward to get more of him inside you, but he held you firmly.

"Copia! Please!" You screamed out, your body shuddering.

You tensed up and quickly moved away, sitting on his chest as you caught your breath. Your heart was racing, and you took a moment to compose yourself, trying to steady your breathing. Copia immediately stopped stroking his length, concern etched on his face as he sat on the bed, gently holding your back.

"What happened, amore?" he asked softly, worry evident in his voice.

You took a deep breath, looking into Copia's concerned eyes. "I... I just... I..." you tried to reply him, but you were breathing heavily.

He looked at you grinning mischievously. "Was it that good, cara?"

You nodded, looking at him. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you close to him, leaving his face only a few inches far from yours.

"Let me make you feel even better then." He whispered, looking at your eyes.

You blushed, feeling his hardness pressing against your thigh. He leaned in, and kissed you passionately. His tongue darted into your mouth, you could taste yourself on his tongue. You pressed your body against his, wrapping your arms around his neck. You could feel his hardness pressing against your stomach, and you ground your hips onto him, letting him know how much you wanted him. He broke the kiss, and you looked at him.

"Copia, please, fuck me." You whispered, closing your eyes. "Please, I need to feel you inside of me."

He smiled, holding his length on his hand, slowly sliding his length up and down your slit, spreading your juices over the swollen head, making you moan with pleasure.

"Co... Oh! Please," you whispered. "Please I need you inside of me."

He teased you, rubbing the tip along your clit, the slowly pushing himself inside of you. You gasped as you felt him fill you up, stretching you completely. He held still for a moment, just enjoying the sensation. Then, he began to thrust into you, slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed.

"Cazzo!" He moaned loud, biting his lower lip. "Your pussy always feels so good, always so wet."

Your walls tightened around his member, gripping it tightly, wanting more. "Ah! Copia! You're so big, fuck! feels so good...!"

He began to pick up the pace, thrusting harder and deeper into you. You felt every inch of him, wrapping your legs around his waist. His hands grabbed your ass, squeezing it hard. Your hands found their way to his back, your nails digging into his skin. He groaned, and slammed deeper into you. He pounded into you harder, making you cry out. He grabbed your hair, pulling your head back.

"Oh, Satan! Copia, you fuck me so good." You moaned, going with your hands on his chest, pushing him down onto the bed, starting to ride his length.

"Sì amore, sì, like that, fuck your tight pussy on my cock," his hands went to your thighs, holding then firmly. "Just like that, merda!"

You rode him faster, grinding your clit against his pelvis. He reached around, rubbing it, while you bounced up and down on him. With his other hand on your hips, he pushed you down on his length. He threw his head back, and you slowed down, riding him slowly. He grabbed your hips, and pulled you off of him, laying you down. He spread your legs wide, and began to lick your inner thighs.

"Copia, stop teasing me, and fuck me." You begged.

He grinned, and got between your legs, putting them over his shoulders. He held hiss length in one hand, and guided it into you. He slid in easily, and you let out a loud moan. He thrust into you, filling you up completely, and held there.

"Fu- Fuck!" You closed your eyes, arching your back. "Please, move, please Copia, fuck!"

He started to thrust fast, pounding into you harder. He leaned down, leaving his face close to yours, looking into your eyes. You wrapped your arms around his neck, locking your gaze with his. He cupped your face with one hand, and pounded into you harder. The room got filled with the sound of his hips slapping against yours, moaning sounds and heavy breathings.

"You're so good amore, you feel so good, I love how wet you get for me." He grunted, and kept his movements hard and fast.

He buried his face in your neck, kissing and biting it. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of you. Your walls tightening around his member. He picked up the pace, hitting the right spot inside of you. You bit your lower lip, feeling him holding your hips, biting your neck, causing you to moan loud. He pulled you up, and flipped you over, pushing you down on all your fours. He put his hand on your hips, and slid his length back again inside of you, pumping into you fast.

"Copi-Ah...! Oh, Fuck! Oh! Copia, Copia! Your cock is so good, you fuck me so goo-Oh!"

You felt so full, like he was tearing you apart. He pushed himself deeper inside of you, making you cry out. His hands were gripping your hips tightly, holding you down as he pumped faster. You were screaming his name, begging for more. You felt him hit that spot inside of you again, making you feel like you were going to explode.

"Oh! Satan!" You cried out. "Please, don't stop!"

He looked at you with a smile, and kept going. You felt yourself about to cum, and he stopped. He pulled out of you, and you whimpered in disappointment. He grabbed you by the hair, and yanked you up, leaving you on your knees. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing your body against his, and shoved his length deep inside of you. You screamed out, as he slammed into you, pounding you hard.

"Oh! Cazzo! I'm close, amore, I'm close." He groaned close to your ear.

"Ah... Copia! Please," you moaned, holding his arms around your waist. "Please Copia, cum inside of me, please." You begged. "I'm so close too, ple-Ah!"

You felt him tensing up, and he let out a loud groan. "Are you sure, cara? you really want it?"

You nodded, closing your eyes, feeling your orgasms building up inside of you. "Please, please. Copia, I need to feel it inside of me!"

"I'm going, cara, I'm going to cum inside of your tight pussy, fuck!" His thrusts became erratic as he pumped his length deeper inside of you, "Merda, amore! I'm going to-" with a last move, you felt him cumming inside of you, filling you up with loads of his seed.

The feeling of his hot seed filling you deep inside, made you clench your walls around his member, squeezing it in a tight contraction, coming right after him in an intense orgasm, letting a loud moan escape your lips.

"Copia!" You screamed out his name, throwing your head back, biting your lower lip to contain another loud moan.

You collapsed on bed, breathing heavily, your legs trembling and you brought them together, squeezing, as you felt his hot seed dripping out from your entrance.

He turned you, leaving a kiss on your forehead. Slowly, he leaned in closer, embracing you tenderly. Your hands gently reached for his head, your fingers intertwining in the locks of his hair. Both of you were breathing heavily, hearts beating in sync with the intensity of the moment.

For some moment you two remained in silence, only enjoying the moment. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as you both basked in the intimacy of your embrace. No words were needed; the connection between you was strong, and the silence spoke volumes.

With a deep sigh you, pressed a kiss on his head, breaking the silence as you spoke.

“I love you, Copia,” you whispered softly, your voice filled with sincerity and affection. “I’m so grateful to have you in my life.”

Copia shifted slightly, his head resting on your chest as he gazed up at you with a gentle smile. “And I love you, more than words can express,” he replied.

He rolled to his side, lying down. You followed his lead, rolling to your side and snuggling close to him. Your bodies fit perfectly together.

"Copia... I need to go to the bathroom, take a quick shower and I'll come back to bed, ok?" you asked him, pressing a kiss on his chest.

Copia smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “Of course, amore. Take your time, I’ll be here waiting for you,” he said, his voice warm and affectionate.

You got up from the bed, feeling a little drowsy. As you made your way to the bathroom, Copia watched you with fondness in his eyes, appreciating the sight of you moving gracefully.

Once inside the bathroom, you turned on the shower, feeling the warm water cascade over your body. The sensation was soothing, and it helped wash away any remaining tension from the day’s events. You took your time, enjoying the simple pleasure of the water against your skin.

After the quick shower, you dried yourself off and wrapped a fluffy towel around your body. As you stepped out of the bathroom, you saw him standing close to his luggage, a sense of urgency in his demeanor. Your heart sank as you sensed something was wrong.

"What is happening, Copia?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the growing unease.

"I have to go back to the Ministry," he replied, his voice tinged with regret.

"What? Now?" Panic started to rise within you. "I'm going to get dressed as fast as I can. I'm coming with you."

"No, you're not coming with me," he said firmly.

"What do you mean I'm not coming with you? Copia, I can't just let you go alone."

"Please, amore, I just have to go back," he pleaded, trying to explain without giving away too much.

"What is happening? Tell me, please," you implored.

"You have to trust me," he said softly, his eyes searching yours for understanding.

"I trust you, Copia, but I just don't understand what is happening," you said, feeling tears welling up in your eyes.

"Please, amore, don't cry," he said, pulling you into a comforting embrace. "Amore, per favore, trust me. I promise I'll explain everything as soon as I can. I'm going to ask Secondo to give you a lift to the Ministry. Tomorrow we will be together, sì? And everything," he paused, trying to reassure you, "will be fine."

You nodded, trying to believe his words, but the uncertainty still gnawed at your heart. Deep down, you knew you had to let him go, trusting that he would be waiting for you tomorrow. But the fear of the unknown and the possibility of being separated left a heavy weight on your shoulders.

"I don't want to leave you, amore," he finally spoke, his voice tinged with regret. "But there are things I have to attend to, things that can't wait."

"But can't we... Can't I go with you?" you asked, your heart aching at the thought of being separated from him. "I don't wan-" you said in a low tone, but paused immediately, taking a deep sigh.

Copia sighed, his grip on your hips tightening ever so slightly. "I wish it were that simple, cara. There are matters within the ministry that require my immediate attention, and it's something I can't involve you in."

You nodded, trying to muster a smile even though your heart felt heavy. "Just promise me I'll see you tomorrow when I get back to the ministry, Copia."

He held you close, his embrace providing a fleeting sense of comfort. "I do, amore. I promise you."

With that, he reluctantly let you go, and you watched as he gathered his belongings and prepared to leave. As he stood by the door, he turned to look at you one last time, his eyes filled with longing and affection.

"I love you," he said, his voice firm with conviction.

"I love you too," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

With a heavy heart, you watched him leave, knowing that he had his reasons but still wishing he didn’t have to go. As the door closed behind him, you felt a sense of emptiness. What was happening? Couldn't it wait until tomorrow? Why he had to go back now? So many questions and you had no answer for them. You just hopped to see him tomorrow at night, when you'd be back to the ministry.

Chapter 8

Grammar ⸻

Cara - Dear Sì - Yes/Right Amore - Love Per favore - Please Sei così bella - You're so beautiful Che diavolo - What the hell Diavoletta - Little devil Grazie - Thank you Fratello - Brother Bellissima - Beautiful Sei troppo dolce per il cuore di questo vecchio - You are too sweet for this old man's heart Bella - Beautiful Sorella - Sister Non cominciare neanche - Don't even start Cosa? Sono solo curioso! Non puoi negare di averci già pensato - What? I'm just curious! You can't deny you've already thought about it Tu hai sempre un sapore dolce - You always taste sweet Per l'amore di Satana, sei bellissima - For the love of Satan, you're beautiful Amore mio, non posso controllarmi - My love, I can't control myself Volere fare l'amore con tu - Want to make love to you Cazzo - Fuck Merda - Shit

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