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superficialdomina · 11 months ago

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Lost (Into Submission, Part 3)

Part 2: Pain

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AN: Loki's determined to prove you wrong, so he takes himself to a BDSM sex club to get his Dom on.

As always, an enormous thank you to @acidcasualties for making this whole series happen.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: 18+; minors DNI. Explicit smut: oral (male receiving) PIV, elements of rough Dom!Loki. Hints of orgy/voyeurism. More Loki angst. Ana is 100% consenting, but naive. A reminder to young subs out there: always have pre-negotiated limits, and a safe word that you're prepared to use (I know you know, but I was a bit worried about Ana after this).

Also, writing Dom!Loki was surprisingly hot. Maybe I do get it after all.

Loki checked up and down the grimy street before he stepped out of the limo. He’d been driven right to the door of the club, but it wouldn’t do to be recognised in the few metres�� walk from the curb. He had handed the driver a crisp $100 bill as he left; the man’s salary from Stark Towers already paid for his discretion, but Loki wanted to ensure that his gratitude for that silence was understood. Straightening his suit jacket, he turned the door handle.

Inside was as nondescript as the outside; Loki navigated downwards through two floors of industrial concrete and metal to find what he was looking for. The deeper bass notes of electro-grunge seeped through the plush ruby door, and Loki felt the familiar thudding of his heart in time with the music. As always, he swallowed his budding anxiety, straightened to his full height, and stepped through the doorway of club Genuflexa.

The interior of Genuflexa – known as "the Gen” only to those who had never been inside – was darkened, but Loki’s eyes adjusted quickly. The basement floor was open, opulent, and luxuriously furnished, with beams, frames, rings and anchors adorning every surface at regular intervals. If it weren’t for the lack of windows and the faintly musty odour, it would be easy to forget that he was several floors underground. Bodies clustered at various points around the room, some playing, some watching, some lounging on the lush sofas where they pleasured themselves or each other. With skill that belied centuries of practice, Loki pushed the feeling of overwhelm from his mind.

“Mr. Smith,” a honeyed voice came from his shoulder. “It’s been a while.”

He looked down at the latex-clad brunette who had appeared beside him, giving her as smouldering a look as he could manage. Image. “Nervo,” he purred. “It’s good to see you.”

It wasn’t her real name, just as it wasn’t his, although unlike her, he genuinely didn’t know who she was outside this basement. The Genuflexa’s excessive membership fee paid for the privacy of all its patrons; nonetheless, as with his driver, he would leave Nervo a hefty tip to show his appreciation for her discretion. She may know his real name, but she certainly wouldn’t speak it.

“Can I take your jacket?”

“No.” He idly thumbed the edge of his sleeve. “I’ll keep it with me, thank you.”

Nervo smiled. “Let me know if there’s anything else you need, Mr. Smith.”

Loki briefly scanned the opulent surroundings, trying to ascertain the club’s energy tonight. The was a wildness in the air; something savage and untamed and feral that covered the luxurious décor like an invisible fog. It was exhilarating, and equally - Loki admitted it only in the deepest parts of his mind - frightening.

Loki turned to the abandoned bar, searching for something to do with his hands. There was never any liquor served here, but expensive bottles of still and sparkling water lined the countertop. He took an imported bottle of San Pellegrino, and closed his eyes for a moment to savour the crack of the aluminium lid as he twisted it open. The bubbles danced gently on his tongue; the cool of the glass was divine in his hands.

By the time he he opened his eyes, they had seen him.

They didn’t quite rush to him, but there was an eagerness with which they surrounded him, pressed their hot bodies against him, gazed up at his face in rapture. One – blonde, slender, notably bolder than her peers – met his eyes with hungry, dilated pupils.

“Are you-“

“My name is Mr. Smith,” Loki interrupted. He hesitated for a beat. “You may call me Sir.”

Her eyes narrowed for the briefest moment, then she giggled. “Mr. Smith, Sir, are you here to play?”

She looked so fragile, her waif-like frame buffeted by the beat of the music. I could snap her in half. He instinctively wanted to decline her invitation. Instead, he affected a well-rehearsed mask that, despite being achingly familiar, was never truly comfortable.

“What is your name, girl?”

“Ana, Sir.”

“How old are you, Ana?”

Ana giggled again. She was chewing gum, which Loki found highly unappealing. “I’m 25, Sir.”

Loki raised an eyebrow at her. “You wouldn’t lie to me, would you, Ana?”

“No, Sir.”

Loki caught Nervo’s eye over Ana’s shoulder; she gave a half-nod, half-shrug. The tiny woman was of age. He swallowed, and placed his San Pellegrino back on the bar.

“Come then, Ana – let’s find somewhere... comfortable.”

Ana squealed, taking his tie in her hands and pulling him towards her, snaking her lithe body against him as she walked him backwards across the club floor.

“My safe word is never,” Ana spoke loudly into his ear as they moved through the furnishings. Her unpleasant chewing continued, and she lowered her voice to a stage-whisper. “As in, I’ll never use it.” She giggled once more at her “joke”, batting her eyelids at him conspiratorially as her back met the rolled arm of a large, lush sofa. Loki managed not to roll his eyes.

The crowd had followed them; Loki tried to shut out the voyeurs who peered at them through the dark, to focus only on the sweet body before him. Ana. Loki hoped, for her sake, that it was not her real name. He lifted his chin, and straightened again.

“Get rid of your gum, girl,” he commanded. Ana didn’t look away as she spat her gum on the floor. Loki seethed.

“Not there, you filth.” She looked slightly taken aback, but she picked the wet wad of gum off the grimy floor and tucked it into her black corset. Loki hoped the revulsion in his face would be misconstrued by the onlookers as contempt. He loomed over her as he spoke again.

“Kneel.”

Ana’s mouth hung open; that word, from this man, this God – because of course she knew, they all knew, exactly who he was –

But they don’t know, do they? The voice slithered through Loki’s mind like a serpent. Nobody knows. Nobody…

And for the briefest moment, your face swam in Loki’s eyes. Your luscious, curvy body, wrapped in straps of leather and softly jingling brass, his hands bound, prostrate before you, and your beautiful mouth so close –

Loki grabbed a fistful of Ana’s hair, pulling her down and forwards so that she stumbled to her knees. He lowered his voice, sneering.

“I said kneel, girl.”

The smirk was gone from her face, all trace of brat vanished as she sank back to rest on her heels, mouth and eyes wide, hands resting demurely in her lap. Loki had not released his grip on her hair; with his other hand, he freed his cock from his suit trousers. Mesmerised, Ana watched it grow hard before her as he pumped himself slowly, his fist only centimetres from her open mouth.

He tugged roughly at her hair, pulling her up to face him.

“You will look me in the eyes as you take me in your throat. Do you understand?”

Ana nodded, not breaking eye contact, straightening on her knees and widening her jaw to take him as he guided her forwards, fingers still wrapped tightly in her hair. As her mouth enveloped him, he lifted his own hand off of himself and stroked her cheek with his fingers. She was ambitious, her hot, wet mouth bobbing eagerly, saliva running down her chin as it spilled from around the edges of him. He watched her cheeks hollow with every lunge she made.

“Use your hands, girl,” he growled, and she whimpered, lifting her arms precariously to run her fingers over the fabric covering his thighs, tracing the ridges of muscle beneath. Loki grit his teeth. “Not there.” He took her hand and guided it to the base of his cock, curving her fingers around him. She gripped him hard. Still she did not break his gaze.

Loki felt the room pressing in; felt the hot, filthy gaze of the crowd as they wordlessly egged him on, their heavy breaths and moans pushing and demanding, and Loki’s own voice telling him not to fail, don’t fail, and Ana’s sweet young face stared back at him with those wide, dark eyes-

Without warning, he pulled her head back, causing his cock to slip from her wet mouth with a grotesque slurp. She was gasping for air. He let go of her hair, watching her closely.

“Stand.” Ana did so, unsteadily, but consciously. The collective audience grunted and moaned; Ana seemed somewhat recharged by their encouragement. “Turn around.”

Delighted, Ana turned, arching her back so that her petite bottom poked out from under her short skirt. She was clearly naked underneath; even in the dark, Loki could see the outline of her surprisingly plump labia between her slim legs.

“Put your forearms on the couch, and spread your legs.”

“Yes, Sir,” Ana breathed, and she bent forward so that her skirt tipped up over her midsection; Loki roughly widened her legs with his foot until she seemed suitably off-balance. He placed his hands on her slender hips, tracing the lower curve of her exposed buttocks with his thumbs. Ana gasped theatrically.

“Are you going to spank me, Daddy?” Ana whined, peering back over her shoulder at him.

Loki glowered at her. “You will call me,” he said, bringing his wide palm down on her silky flesh with a thwack, “Sir.” He swapped hands, slapping her other cheek in punctuation. Ana flinched, crying out in pain with each strike. Loki softly stroked the reddening skin, soothing her. “Never” indeed, Loki thought cruely, scathingly. I could have you safewording out in minutes if I-

But in truth, he had no interest in hurting her. He trailed his gaze over her small body back up to her face, and realised with quiet horror that she had tightened restraints around her own wrists; the cuffs, which must have been waiting within her reach, were affixed via a long chain to the base of the sofa. Loki suppressed a shudder.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” Ana whined again. “Are you going to fuck me now, Sir?”

Loki’s mouth was dry; he wished he hadn’t left his water on the bar. The crowd pressed in again, and Loki could feel them now, actually feel them, their bodies moving against him as they jostled for the best view, desperate to watch this young woman be fucked and flogged and beaten and broken by a God… And Loki knew, as he had known from the moment he stepped out of the limo and descended the Genuflexa’s concrete stairs, that he would give them all what they wanted.

He purred at Ana menacingly. “Would you like that, girl?”

“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.”

With one hand still on her hip, he guided himself to her, pressing his wide tip against her and feeling her wet, slippery resistance as her body stretched to take him. He could feel the heat of her, the elasticity of her. She was so hungry for him. She will likely be fast, he thought with relief as he eased into her.

He began to move in her, and she moaned, and the crowd moaned with her as they ground and gyrated against each other. Loki felt like he was fucking all of them at once, and he knew that it should make him feel powerful, to have their eyes on him, their desire, their pleasure at his mercy. Instead, he felt hollow. Mechanical. Yes, he would give them what they expected from their beautiful alien Prince, whose bloodlines and arrogance and titanic vanity must surely imply his need for dominance, for control, for carnal power.

Loki glanced up, still numbly thrusting into Ana as she writhed and moaned against the soft arm of the sofa. Across the room, through the dark haze (was it the club or just his eyes?), he could make out a young man, naked, facedown over a covered wooden beam. An elegant series of Shabari knots restrained him from shoulder to toe; a tall woman, dressed entirely in leather, stood over him, a short riding crop in her hand. The young man’s eyes were closed, his forehead resting on the beam, as his entire body was stroked and touched and teased. While Loki watched, the leather-clad domme lifted the crop and struck him swiftly across the buttocks; the young man flinched slightly, but did not open his eyes.

Loki stared, enthralled. The scene was utterly beautiful.

And for the second time, images of you came to him unbidden. You, standing before him as he lay restrained; you, binding his body in beautiful knots, bending him to your will, taking your pleasure from him and making his pleasure your own, and he, Loki, giving that power to you because he knew it was safe, because he knew it was what he truly wanted -

With a strangled cry that was eerily mimicked by the masturbatory audience, Loki pulled himself from Ana’s body and spilled his Godly seed over her cheeks, which were still marked red with his handprints. His own cheeks burned with shame. What had he done to her while he was lost in this fantasy? Had she climaxed? Was she hurt?

“Ana, are you alright?” For a moment she remained slumped over the arm of the sofa, but at his touch on her shoulder, she straightened, and turned to him with a sex-drunk smile across her face. The crowd were reaching for her, stroking her skin, her hair, any part of her that they could touch; for a few moments, she was their Queen. He took her shoulders, eyeing her closely. He repeated his question. She nodded mutely, still smiling dreamily. Loki turned, looking for supplies that were usually present at the foot of the lounge, but found none.

He roughly grabbed the arm of the closest of the watching horde. “You,” he barked, then took a deep breath. Don’t overcompensate. “Please, I need a warm washcloth and some drinking water.”

But when Loki turned back to Ana, she was gone; vanished into the clutch of her adoring audience.

Loki stood still as the crowd around him dissipated, consumed with shame that no one else would see. He couldn’t look at the young man in the Shabari restraints; couldn’t speak to the woman who returned with the cloth that Ana would never use. He could only reflect on the last few minutes, replaying the scene that had appeared in his mind in his final moments of ecstasy. Loki clenched his jaw.

Fuck.

Continued in Part 4: Training

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what-if-nct · 1 year ago

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What NCT's cum taste like.

Johnny: Battery acid, straight battery acid. Will actually sting your lips. Do not swallow for your own well being.

Taeyong: Straight sugar, it skips right past tasting salty to tasting like sugar, specifically powdered sugar.

Yuta: Cocaine, he doesn't even do cocaine but like it just tastes like a hard drug. Do not go back for more.

Kun: Lemon San Pellegrino, extremely hydrated close to having no taste but he likes his fancy water.

Doyoung: You know the way a doctor's office smells, just extremely clean and sterile with a hint of the older doctor's cologne, Yeah that's what it tastes like.

Ten: Tropical fruit punch, he drunk his pineapple juice he knows what to do.

Jaehyun: Battery Acid part two, but it burns the back of your throat and your coughing for air and you want to smack him for asking you to swallow that.

Winwin: Nothing with a hint of blueberry and menthol, hydrated but not enough, you can still taste his habits.

Jungwoo: Candy, jolly ranchers, starbursts, Skittles, blow pops, he's more high fructose corn syrup than man.

Mark: watermelon and hot pockets, no explanation needed.

Xiaojun: Mint, just like straight peppermint oil, it's like you gave a candy cane a blow job

Hendery: Fresh homemade lasagna, and he says it's me Mario when he climax's

Renjun: Sparkling water, lemons, berries, beauty and talent. You should thank him for it.

Jeno: Cheese, specifically canned cheese and flat diet Pepsi.

Haechan: Sour patch kids, need I say more.

Jaemin: Straight black coffee.

Yangyang: Monster, Red Bull, and a blue raspberry vape

Chenle: Hot unfiltered tap water, it's literally boiling hot, call a doctor.

Jisung: Balloons, cause he's still wearing the condom and is afraid to take it off.

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rachellaurengray · 6 months ago

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For the girlies who KNOW that drinking their calories is a silly thing to do (with exceptions from time to time of course!) I've compiled a list of 50 sugar-free drinks under 80 calories that are widely available pretty much anywhere so you can make EASY, quick... Yet MINDFUL decisions when you are quenching your thirst this summer.

1. Gatorade Zero

2. Nestlé Pure Life Splash

3. Powerade Zero

4. Vitaminwater Zero

5. Propel Water

6. Bai Antioxidant Infusion

7. Diet Coke

8. Diet Pepsi

9. Coke Zero Sugar

10. Pepsi Zero Sugar

11. Sprite Zero

12. 7UP Zero Sugar

13. A&W Diet Root Beer

14. Diet Dr Pepper

15. Fresca

16. Diet Mountain Dew

17. Zevia Zero Calorie Soda

18. LaCroix Sparkling Water

19. Perrier Sparkling Water

20. San Pellegrino Sparkling Water

21. Spindrift Sparkling Water

22. Bubly Sparkling Water

23. Schweppes Diet Tonic Water

24. Canada Dry Diet Ginger Ale

25. Crystal Light

26. Lipton Diet Green Tea

27. Arizona Diet Green Tea

28. Gold Peak Diet Tea

29. Snapple Diet Tea

30. Lipton Diet Iced Tea

31. Brisk Diet Iced Tea

32. Fuze Slenderize

33. Hint Water

34. SoBe Lifewater Zero

35. Honest Tea Zero Sugar

36. Sparkling Ice

37. Polar Seltzer

38. Waterloo Sparkling Water

39. Cascade Ice Sparkling Water

40. Skinnygirl Sparklers

41. ICE Mountain Sparkling Water

42. Deer Park Sparkling Water

43. Dasani Sparkling Water

44. Aquafina Sparkling Water

45. Clear American Sparkling Water

46. Vita Coco Sparkling Water

47. Bai Bubbles

48. Nestea Zero

49. ZOA Energy Zero Sugar

50. Monster Energy Ultra

#summer drink #hydration #summer #low cal restriction #low cal diet #low calorie meals #low cal meal #healthy diet #weight loss diet #diet plan #education #mindfulness #mindful living #sugarfree

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pastrygeckos · 8 days ago

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Me: every year Stanley Tucci gets more and more dad. Check out my exclusive recipes on Facebook.

Bf: is he adding San Pellegrino sparkling water to his pan? I know you can add it to some things, but I don't think in that.

Me: yeah they call that the tucci touch. Sparkling water in your eggs.

Bf: I was gonna say that he's been adding a toucci to the recipe.

Sometimes I wonder if maybe we were the dads all along...

#his reels are hilarious #they dont cut the beginning #so the first 3 seconds is often him staring into the camera and saying are we rolling?

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skinnylovesmeforreal · 9 days ago

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okay, so after A LOT of trial and error except it was all error, I have come to the conclusion that fasting for more than a day isn't something I can do without being miserable the whole time, feeling extremely weak, and not being able to stop thinking about food, or just ending up eating a meal or binging, or alarming people

Sooooo, I'm gonna just stick to eating 300-400 cals a day in light snacks, mainly consisting of fruit, ginger mints, and the occasional protein bar and saltine cracker

so i can still satiate myself when im hungry without eating any actual meals, thus not worrying about being bloated !!

anddd, ill still be doing fasts but instead of painful 40h ones, 24 hour fasts 2-5 times a week, still intermittent fasting

#nolongermakingmylifehell

#skinnywithoutmisery

oh and I read the chic diet and it said sparkling water is filling, tasty, and is still lowcal soo I got my hands on some San Pellegrino sparkling water

and im still making my chai lattes

one thing fasting has taught me is if your not going to be eating much, your drink game has got to be on point!

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averseunhinged · 6 months ago

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i mostly wrote smutty literature this week and wasn't going to do an in public wip curse thwartation, but then! look!! this other thing decided to finally start working today!!! yay!!!!

Elijah tried his mimosa and hummed in pleasure at the freshly squeezed juice and extra brut champagne. Not his preferred brand, but Billecart was standard enough fare in dining establishments of a certain quality. He nodded at the server. "For the table, if you would."

“Could I have a sparkling water, too; San Pellegrino, if possible?” the girl requested of the server. Smiling, sunny and pretty, she fanned herself with graceful, genteel drama. “I'm from Virginia, but this heat!”

The young man relaxed from his stiff, practiced courtesy and returned her smile. She laughed with him, sweet and demure, with just a touch of flirtation, but watched him with distant, critical eyes as he walked away. She picked up the menu and studied it. "How are we on ears right now?"

Elijah took a moment to confirm what he already knew. "Clear."

"You sure? Wouldn't want anyone to hear this part."

"Indubitably."

"Great." She placed her menu back on the table. "If you want to order the Eggs Royale, I'll get the lemon ricotta stuffed French toast with strawberries, and we can split them."

“And why would we do that?”

"Because," she said with an embellished roll of her eyes. She tilted her blonde head, letting the perfectly curled end of her ponytail fall artfully over her shoulder. "You like a little something sweet with breakfast, but you won’t order it for yourself." And then, as though she knew his patience was waning, she nodded. “I wasn't expecting to run into you in Memphis of all places. And yeah, I thought about trying to contact you, but the only thing I could remember is that it was through Craigslist, and posting a hey, Elijah Mikaelson missed connections ad sounds like a foolproof way to commit suicide.”

He sipped his drink and kept his fingers on the stem even after he'd set it down, running his thumb in small circles on the smooth, cool glass. “Accosting a stranger in a cafe seemed more appropriate?”

“I don't know about appropriate, but I think you'll at least give me some of your time before eating me. Besides,” she said, a sly, strange smile twisting her mouth up and producing one charming dimple, “you’re not a stranger to me. Granted, I'm still annoyed by how badly you screwed up, vis-à-vis our last conversation, but that's on me. Never let a Mikaelson do a Forbes’ job. Believe me, I've learned my lesson.”

Forbes. He knew the name. A hunter, likely, as they’d been for centuries. It wasn't beyond them to train their children in all manner of stalking prey. She seemed to know of him well enough to fabricate this odd meeting. He didn't imagine her passing resemblance to Rebekah was a coincidence.

"I know what you're thinking. I'm not a threat, Elijah. I'm trying to save your family, not end it." She held his gaze, steady where many older and more powerful would have faltered. "You can't kill Klaus."

He certainly could kill her. He could kill her and everyone in this restaurant, and then go about his business. "You are very well informed, Miss Forbes."

"Oh, come on, Elijah. We're old friends. Call me Caroline." She reached across the table and touched the embossed leather portfolio in front of him. "In this is everything you need to know from the overnight. Politics, real estate, stockmarket, you name it, it's in there. Is Bethany with you yet? She likes to give you book suggestions, because you have similar taste. Seriously, what is with the weird Russians?"

"I enjoy their frequent use of surrealism and--"

"Their bleak, honest depiction of the effects of war. I know."

"Witches" he murmured and thought. Had someone stolen his memories of her? She was beautiful, but so very young. Not more than eighteen, but likely even younger than that. She still had the flushed curve of baby fat in her cheeks. For how long could he have known her? It seemed unlikely he’d have taken her to bed. "How do I know you, Caroline?"

"You’re right about one thing. It was definitely witches."

Elijah's chuckle was humorless. "Isn't it always?"

"From them, all of us were born. There would be no werewolves without witches. No vampires. No immortal beings trapped in stasis. No Other Side. No Five. None of us would exist and none of us would be in such danger." Caroline leaned forward and showed him her desperation. She'd been the picture of calm confidence up until that point. A woman sure of her place, her mission. It was hard to see that in the girl before him with her modestly cut white sundress and baby pink cardigan. Her parted peach lips and glassy, Mediterranean eyes beseeching. "My daughters were witches. I loved them more than I thought I was capable, but I'll do anything to see they're never born."

Elijah rocked back in his seat. He stared at the girl. Around the cafe. Out the window, up and down the street. Stretched his senses as far as they could unravel and sensed no other presences close enough to listen in. "What you're suggesting cannot be done. I'm certain of that. It is impossible."

"Is it? Or had no one ever been desperate enough, with a need great enough for every last remaining witch with even a drop of power to agree, even if it meant their own obliteration?" She sat back in her seat, taking her drink with her. The champagne glass trembled in her unsteady fingers as she took a long drink to bolter herself. She looked down into it, taking a moment for courage, and when her eyes met his again, he could see the titanium determination in them. "It's the beginning of the apocalypse, Elijah. All hands on deck."

#klaroline wip wed #i'd like to thank my local dispensary #and specifically sour diesel for making this happen #thanks for being there for me guys #also thank you to the discord for helping me think of elijah's morning preferences #particularly kit for knowing how rich people get their news #(compiled by a minion)

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ivpapaemeritusiv · 4 months ago

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You Share Not the Blood of Ours

Summary: In this chapter it is discovered that Meliora is not a true Emeritus child, but what will happen to him because of it? Will his parents be able to save him from the hands of the clergy?

Word Count: 4,100 words

It was time for the Cardinal to receive the clergy. Sister Imperator had convened a meeting, and the Cardinal was uncertain of its purpose. He dressed appropriately, donning his black cassock with the Pellegrino and the fringed blue fascia. He adorned himself with an inverted pectoral cross and slipped into his black papal shoes, completing the ensemble with his blue and black Mitre. Addeline always found him very attractive in his papal regalia and attempted to seduce him before the meeting.

“My dear,” he said, “Can you please remove yourself out from under my robe?”

Addy’s small head popped out from beneath the fabric, “But Papa, I want to give you something.”

The Cardinal, who would never decline such a request, particularly from his wife, deduced that the clergy would not be overly disturbed by his minor delay and if they were then it would be worth it. Casting a glance at his watch, he signaled for the girl to proceed, “Alright, my love, but let's make it quick," he said, his voice filled with warmth and affection. His wife's eyes sparkled with delight as she disappeared back beneath his robe, leaving him curious and eager to discover what she had in store.

Copia felt Addy take his cock into her hand. With her lips stretching around his full girth, she glided down, sinking far, as closely to the bottom of his shaft as she could get.

“Ah Lucifer, Cara Mia,” the Cardinal began to moan in pleasure at the touch of her tongue circling his tip.

The way her hands gripped his shaft tightly drove him over the brink of madness. He could feel himself dripping precum into the girl’s mouth. The way she moaned as she sucked on him, the vibrations of her sweet voice added to the sensations the Cardinal was feeling.

She reveled in his rigid manhood, rubbing it against her pretty face and indulging in obscene contact. The Cardinal groaned loudly as she continued to smear his precum over her pale skin leaving a thin sheen layer of his juices and her saliva across her face.

She put it back in her mouth, as deep as it would go. The Cardinal’s length had always been a lot for her to take but he loved whenever she tried to swallow him whole.

She moved further down, until her pink lips were splayed around his hilt and her nose was buried deep into his curly pubic hair. His sensitive tip bumped against the back of her throat causing her to gag. She clenched his buttocks as she tried to take on even more of him until she began to choke, which only served to stimulate the Cardinal.

She seemed to know what was about to happen as she let him pull his long saliva covered cock out of her throat. Still under his robe, she eagerly leaned in and gave his member a few firm tugs before squeezing her eyes tightly shut. A thick rope of white cum shot from the end of his long cock and splattered across Addeline’s face. With a long, drawn out and satisfied groan, the Cardinal lifted his robe to behold Addeline on her knees with a layer of sticky cream coating her face and even more embedded in her hair.

Copia enjoyed looking down on the woman as the pearly genetic material began to roll down her face. He chuckled as she gave him a look of remarkable innocence whilst her face was permeated with sperm.

With a warm smile, he extended his hand out to Addeline and pulled her up to her feet. "Tesoro, that was fantastico," he said, his voice filled with admiration and affection, “You’re a beautiful mess.”

“Yes, Papa,” she replied, “I should probably go shower.”

He held onto her hip firmly and admitted, “I would join you, my dear, if only I did not have to receive the clergy.”

She moved in to kiss him, but the Cardinal, desiring not to have his own seed placed upon his face before a formal meeting, quickly raised a finger. "Ah uh uh," he said, gesturing towards the shower. She bowed before him and walked towards the bathroom.

Copia strolled solemnly to the chapel to converse with the clergy. Upon his arrival, he found everyone already gathered. Sister glanced at her watch and gestured to indicate his tardiness.

"You know, Sister, as the antipope of this ministry, I reserve the right to arrive when I choose," he declared defiantly.

"Mind your tone, Cardi," she responded calmly, "There's no need for agitation."

He assumed his position at the forefront of the church and awaited Sister's address on behalf of the congregation, "Cardi," she began, "We've become aware of a certain indiscretion."

"An Indiscretion?" echoed Copia.

Psaltarian interjected, "Indeed, one that concerns your wife."

A sense of foreboding washed over the Cardinal as he braced for their next words. Sister proceeded with caution, "You see, Cardi, Meliora is... different from the rest..." she attempted to broach the subject with sensitivity. Papa Nihil, ever blunt, spoke out, “Your son is a bastard, he is not part of the bloodline.”

The Cardinal's face flushed with anger as he heard Papa Nihil's crude remark. He couldn't contain his frustration any longer. With indignation, he leapt from his throne, "If you weren't already dead, old man, I'd kill you for that remark."

The room fell silent, shocked by the Cardinal's response. It was clear that tensions were running high, and the situation had taken an unexpected turn.

Sister glared at Nihil with a malevolent gaze. Turning to her son, she attempted to alleviate the tension, "What the former Papa is attempting to convey, my dear boy, is that Meliora does not belong here. He is not of your bloodline and must, therefore, relinquish his position in the hierarchy."

"Is that all?" Copia chuckled. "He forfeits his rank among you imbeciles?"

Sister hurled a book through the spectral Nihil as she continued to speak to her son, “Cardi, there's more," she uttered with a tinge of regret, "Meliora cannot stay here at the ministry any longer."

"What?" The Cardinal's rage intensified with each passing moment.

"It's a disgrace to you, to the clergy, to have another man’s son walking in our midst. It will incite gossip. It portrays us as weak."

"He is my son!" Copia bellowed.

Sister bowed her head; she was indeed regretful to witness her son's distress, but the clergy's verdict was irrevocable.

"It's not open for discussion, Cardi."

"Addeline will never consent!"

Sister scoffed, "Addeline is feeble. She has no say in the matter and frankly, her continued presence here is solely due to her remarkable ability to provide you offspring."

Seething with rage, Copia stormed out of the chapel. Before departing, he turned around and declared, "You have not heard the end of this."

“The decision is effective immediately,” Imperator said. The Cardinal gazed into the woman’s eyes, pondering whether she had ever harbored any affection for him. She had a significant influence within the clergy, and he was taken aback by her reluctance to defend him more vigorously.

Just then, Imperator ran out of the chapel after Copia, "C, my dear boy, listen to me."

Copia was seething, his face flushed with anger as he jerked away from her touch. "Mother, how could you?"

"You don't understand," she began, her voice trembling with urgency. "My part in that was an act, dear boy. I cannot show favoritism. If they discover you are my son, it will be a conflict of interest. You and your children will lose your status if it is found out. Everything we have worked hard for, everything Addeline has suffered for, it will be for nothing."

"Mother, you couldn't fight for Meliora? He is your grandson," Copia's voice cracked with a mix of frustration and desperation.

Imperator's eyes softened, filled with a deep, sorrowful resolve. She reached out to cup his cheek, "My sweet boy, I would walk through the fires of hell and back for your Meliora. But he is not safe here. I have known the members of the clergy for a long time, and they are capable of anything. Let him stay with his true father until I can come up with a plan to overthrow those who wish harm upon him.”

Understanding his mother's intentions and grateful she had not forsaken him, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“Mark my words, son. You will oversee this ministry soon.”

With a newfound sense of determination, he turned and went to find Addeline.

The Cardinal hurried to the nursery and scooped up the beaming toddler. He planted a kiss on the youngster's cheek and received a joyous hug in return, "Papa!" exclaimed the young boy. The Cardinal briefly exchanged greetings with his other children before rushing to find Addy. Addeline was still in her room when Copia burst through the door, visibly distressed.

"Papa?" she inquired, "What's wrong?"

Copia knelt down to her level, clutching Meliora, "I need you to trust me, darling. Can you do that?"

Addeline took the boy from the Cardinal's embrace as she confessed, "Papa, you're scaring me."

"You must call Swiss immediately. Tell him to come collect Meliora."

Addy's face was etched with fear, "What? Now? Why?"

"Please, my love, I'll explain later!" he pleaded urgently, "Pack his belongings and tell Swiss to hurry but tell him nothing else."

Addeline was never one to disobey Papa when it came to such matters. She hurriedly contacted the boy's paternal father and asked him to come get their son.

Swiss arrived as requested, with Aurora at his side. He was the first to greet Papa, "What's this all about, Emeritus?"

Papa's eyes widened in shock as he beheld what looked like a small baby bump developing on Aurora. He looked at the two of them, and the realization hit him like a tidal wave. They were a couple, and they were expecting. The weight of having Swiss paired with another was a great burden lifted from Copia's shoulders in that instant. Yet, a storm of doubt and curiosity brewed within him, wondering if the ghoul was truly over his wife, or if shadows of the past still lingered in his heart.

"This better be good, Copia. I've got a lot going on right now as you can see."

"Does Addy know? he asked, concerned that his wife might cause a scene.

"She doesn't," he admitted, "And I would really appreciate if you let me tell her." Swiss let his eyes roam over to Aurora for a brief moment, as though the comment was aimed at her as well.

Papa nodded, "I need to talk to you in private for a moment," he gazed at the ghoulette, a passive glance asking her to leave them.

Aurora looked to Swiss, searching his eyes for approval.

"Would you go inside with Adds? Keep her company?"

With a reassuring nod, she turned and gracefully started to make her way into the giant building but was swiftly stopped, "Wait!" Swiss yelled, "Do you mind throwing my hoodie on? I don't want her to know yet."

Aurora did as she was told but not without hesitation. She was hurt that Swiss would ask her to conceal something they were both so happy about yet she understood his need to break the news to Addeline in his own time. She reached into his truck, threw his red hoodie over her small figure and continued on to meet Addy.

With just Papa and Swiss together, Emeritus suggested they drive to a secluded spot, out of sight from the clergy's curious gaze. Although Papa was apprehensive about leaving Addeline alone at the ministry after her secret was unveiled, he believed she would be safe due to her precious gift of fertility, as Sister had already acknowledged, and he knew she had Aurora as a chaperone.

The tension was tangible, as both men anxiously waited for the other to speak. Finally, it was Swiss who broke the silence, his voice filled with concern. "Emeritus, what is all this about?"

Papa took a deep breath before responding, his voice heavy with worry, "The clergy knows."

Swiss didn't immediately understand and let out a laugh, "Knows what?" he asked.

But before he could finish his sentence, Papa interjected, “They know about our son,” his urgency evident.

Swiss abruptly stopped the car, causing Papa to lurch forward into the dashboard. "Keep driving!" Papa bellowed, "Don't stop here."

Confused, the ghoul asked, "So what does that mean?"

"It means that Meliora is no longer permitted to stay at the ministry. They have removed him from my guardianship, and they are punishing Addy by separating her from her child."

Copia observed the blind fury mounting in Swiss's eyes, "And you’re just going to sit back and let that happen,” he yelled, “That will kill Addeline and you know it you coward!”

“I’m not LETTING it happen!” he replied, almost offended, "But I fear for the boy’s safety and until I can figure out how to make it safe for them both at the ministry, I think they will be safer with you."

"I know how to stop it," Swiss insinuated a direct and bloody approach.

"That won’t bode well for you and the mother of your child to be," Papa harshly interrupted the man, reminding him of what he stood to lose, "It must be handled delicately—in secrecy. These people are dangerous, and they are not afraid to get blood on their hands."

“What do you suggest we do then?" Swiss's concern for Addeline and their child was evident in his voice. He knew these people were dangerous, and they wouldn't hesitate to resort to violence or even kill. He couldn't bear to see them suffer any longer, especially at the hands of the Cardinal. In his mind, Copia had repeatedly let Addeline down, but he believed that how he handled what happened next could be his chance at redemption.

“There is a big change coming to the ministry,” Copia admitted. “And once I am in charge things will be different. There will be no more demands, no more blood spilled, no more burden upon Addeline. Our children will be free.”

"I want to be a part of the plan, Copia. You let me know what to do and I'll do it. I need my son to be safe.

Despite their complicated history, Swiss couldn't help but feel a tinge of sorrow for the Cardinal.

"Sister and I will come up with a plan. When I have those details, I'll let you know."

“You know, Copia, despite my grievances with you, I'm willing to do whatever you say to ensure her safety. I still care about her deeply. I think about her all the time, and I just want her to be happy.”

“I don't need reminding. I've always been conscious of that, for Satan’s sake," the Cardinal exclaimed, cupping his forehead as though he had a migraine.

Swiss extended his hand towards him, a gesture of unity and cooperation. To his surprise, the Cardinal willingly accepted the handshake. In that moment, Swiss and Copia found a common ground, a shared commitment to keeping Addeline and Meliora safe. It was a fragile alliance, but one that they both knew was necessary for the sake of the woman they both cared about deeply.

As Swiss pulled his car up to the chapel, his heart raced with worry. He needed to know if Addeline was safe. With fear in his voice, he asked the Cardinal, "Is Addy ok? Do I need to bring her home with me?"

The Cardinal, his face filled with gratitude and relief, reached out and firmly grasped Swiss's hand. It was a kind gesture, a way of showing his appreciation for the safety of his beloved wife. With a reassuring tone, he replied, "She is safe for now, I promise. And I do not think your new love would appreciate it."

“Aurora loves Addeline. She’s wary of Addy but she wants her safe as well.”

“Well, perhaps…” he paused, “Perhaps, you can take them in for a short while when the time comes. I don’t want my children to be present for a massacre.”

"What?" the ghoul choked, "The whole Adams family?"

"Can you do that?"

Swiss softened his tone, worried he had made the Cardinal feel like he didn't care about his children, "Copia, I love them all. They're part of Addy and I love every part of her. I'll take them in for as long as I need, you got that?"

"So, you will keep them then? Until it is done?"

The man nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation and the Cardinal's desire to distance his family from the ministry.

They returned to the Mountain View Mausoleum to discover Addeline and Aurora sitting at the table together. The women were still unaware of the weight of the circumstances but knew not to ask questions.

"My darling," Copia began, "It is time."

Aurora moved to fetch Meliora and Addeline's heart shattered as the ghoullete gently removed the child from her grasp. Aurora cradled him close, whispering softly, "Hey there, little guy. How about you come stay with daddy for a while?"

Papa leaned in to plant a tender kiss on the little boy's head. At two years old, Meliora understood that he had two fathers. He knew Swiss as "daddy" and Copia as "Papa," and he felt the deep love both men had for him.

"Meliora, my boy," Copia continued, "You're going to stay with your daddy and Miss Aurora for a while, ok?" The boy clapped his hands in delight, holding tightly to the ghoulette. Tears welled in Addy's eyes as she watched her toddler being carried out the door. Copia exited the room, leaving Swiss and Addeline a private moment.

She approached Swiss, awkwardly locking eyes with him. "So, you and Aurora, huh?"

Swiss put his hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth. "Yeah, me and Aurora."

"Do you love her?"

The question struck him as odd. He cared deeply for Aurora but hadn’t yet admitted to loving her. The only person he had ever truly loved was Addeline. Now, faced with the question, he felt compelled to answer. "Yeah... I think I do."

Addy looked down at her feet, feeling a mix of disheartenment and happiness that Swiss had found someone. Swiss gently lifted her chin with his fingers, bringing their eyes to meet. "But I will always love you, Addeline."

She smiled and nodded, drawing her head closer to him. Despite everything, Swiss couldn’t resist the magnetic pull she had on him, and their lips met in a simple, platonic kiss. It was a gesture shared between two people who had been through hell together and come out the other side.

When they parted, Swiss spoke softly, "Copia wants you to come stay with me for a little while."

Addy looked up, her eyes wide with shock, "He's sending me to your house again?" Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling at the revelation. The last time he had sent her to Swiss's house something terrible had happened.

"Only for a while, Addy. He's going to explain everything to you." Swiss's voice was calm, but there was a hint of urgency beneath the surface.

Addy shook her head, her hands clenching into fists at her sides, "I can't see you with her. I can't watch you guys together--"

Swiss interrupted her, stepping closer, his eyes locking onto hers, "I'm sure she understands that. I can ask her to go home when you come over, but I need you to understand..." he paused, his breath catching, "It's not like before, okay?"

She nodded, reluctantly, her heart aching. She knew their chances had run out and Swiss had not yet revealed Aurora's impending pregnancy. He opted to the woman when he had her alone at his house, with all of her children close by so that she would be surrounded by love and affection. The air between them was thick with unspoken words and unresolved feelings, a storm waiting to break.

She smiled as he turned to walk out the door. His strides were slow. He wanted to make sure she didn't have anything else to say to him before he left. He reached the exit of the mausoleum and with firm affirmation he called out behind, "You're going to be ok, kid."

The ghoul made his way to the car and sat down in the driver’s seat. He glanced back at Meliora in the car seat and then at Aurora, who was on edge about everything transpiring. Swiss turned toward her and bluntly stated, "Hey. I love you."

Her eyes lit up, "You do?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "I do." He placed his hand on her belly and smiled. Aurora beamed with delight at the father of her unborn child.

"You ready, Meliora?" Swiss announced, as they drove away from the ministry, awaiting their next move.

Copia beckoned Addeline to their room. She followed him slowly, her steps dragging behind. Once they were in the privacy of their chambers she leapt into his arms, imploring him to reveal what was happening, "Why did Swiss take Meliora?" she asked, a note of urgency in her voice, "You've never permitted that before. Why are you sending me there again?"

Copia took a deep breath and took his wife’s hands into his own, "Listen to me carefully, Addeline," he said, his tone serious yet gentle, "I need you to listen without screaming or becoming upset. Can you do that?"

Addeline nodded, assuring her husband that she was ready to listen attentively and remain calm. A shadow of fear crossed her face, signaling her realization of the gravity of the Cardinal's concerns. She realized that whatever was happening must be serious.

“The Clergy is aware of Meliora's parentage, my dear, and they are also aware of your... lapse in judgement.”

Addy's heart plummeted, and though she did not let out a scream, internally she was shrieking. The room fell into a heavy silence as the weight of the revelation sank in. Addy’s heart shattered into a thousand pieces, her inner turmoil echoing through her every fiber. Though she fought to keep her composure, a cry escaped her lips, a cry of anguish and despair.

As her legs gave way beneath her, Copia swiftly moved to catch her, his arms enveloping her in a protective embrace. "Darling, you promised to remain calm," he whispered softly, his voice filled with concern. He held her close as she trembled, her breath coming in short gasps.

The Cardinal began to stroke her hair as he laid out his plan. "You are not in danger," he assured her, "I will never let anything happen to you. Meliora is safe with Swiss."

"And the others?" she interrupted.

"The others are of my bloodline; they are safe," he replied.

She nodded and attempted to stand. Copia assisted her, holding her close in case she faltered, "What do we do? I can't live without my son."

"I know, Amore," the Cardinal responded, "He is my son too, and I won’t live here without him either.”

He murmured softly into her ear, so faintly she could barely hear, "I'm going to change this place for you, Amore, I promise. Life will be so different when you and the children return."

She sniffled, as though she had been weeping, "What does that mean?"

He gazed at her intently, his hands firmly on her shoulders. He spoke in sharp concise words, "When the time comes you and the children will stay with Swiss and Aurora while Sister and I… do what needs to be done. We will rid ourselves of the old ways, darling. You and I will break away.”

There was something sinister in his tone, Addy thought as a single tear rolled down her cheek. Freedom from the confines of the ministry, the rules, the shame, the binding chains, the people; it was all she had ever desired.

"For now, we must behave as though all is well," the Cardinal stated. "We must play their game. However, once preparations are complete, I will run this whole ministry."

Addy knew it was important for them to keep up appearances, playing the game that was expected of them. It was like walking on a tightrope, carefully balancing their true intentions with the facade they had to maintain.

With a solemn nod, Addy acknowledged her husband's plan. She understood the importance of patience and strategy. They had to bide their time, preparing for the moment when they could finally escape the clutches of the clergy.

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