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copiousloverofcopia · 10 months ago

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No ask, just super excited for more young nihil fic!

I hear you Ghestie... and I have wonderful news.

As a special VALENTINE'S DAY/LUPERCALIA treat I present to you all the first chapter of my fic featuring the original Emeritus Cassanova, YOUNG PAPA NIHIL!

Here it is......................

Glitter Wasn't Gold

Nihil Emeritus is the only born son of Papa Inizio Emeritus, head of the Satanic Church. When his father fails ill, it is decided that he shall ascend as Papa but only after making a promise to carry on the Emeritus bloodline.

Chapter 1: Duty of the Son

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He could hear the bell ringing as he approached the Abbey. Knowing all too well, what it's chiming signified. The days were drawing closer and closer to the time when Papa Inizio Emeritus would pass. A time when his only son Nihil, would rise in his place to become the leader of the Ministry.

Nihil was only 18 years old and still had a whole lot of life and learning ahead of him. Conceived in his father’s twilight years, he was hardly the type someone would expect to lead the church. An impetuous and reckless child at the best of times, his only saving grace as he grew up was that he was Inizio’s son. Constantly causing trouble for all those who crossed his path.

The black cat of the Ministry. Known to bring with him a bit of bad luck and an air of mischief. He had been abroad in the Americas for a few years, when the Ministry summoned him back. Nihil knew instantly, from the moment he saw the seal of the letter, what was inside. His time to ascend to the Miter was now.

When he entered the Abbey, two suitcases in either hand, he was guided by the familiar walls of Luciferian tapestries towards the grand staircase. His senses overwhelmed with the nostalgic scent of ash and frankincense. The sounds of chattering, filling his ears as he stepped closer and closer to the floor of the Papal suites. Stopping just outside the last massive oak door at the end of the hall that led to his father’s chambers.

Before Nhil could knock, he was beckoned inside. Rows of bishops and cardinals were there to greet him as he stepped into the room. Towards the shadowy figure that lay tucked into his father’s canopy bed. To Nihil, it might as well have been a courtroom. Knowing that the second he walked inside he was being judged.

Capturing all the eyes of men Nihil had known his whole life—secretly doubting him, patronizing him to his father’s face. All the while knowing how much they disapproved of him. How much they all wished to be in charge in his place. The position Nihil was born into, felt deserved as the next Emeritus in line for ascension.

As he stepped up to the bedside, looking down at the once powerful man who ruled the Ministry, he was taken back. Feeling nothing but pity inside him. Staring at this man who once commanded the strongest of armies behind the scenes, revered as the highest of ghoul summoners—now was but a pile of skin and bones. Wasting away into the nothingness from which he came.

“Nihil… Nihil is that you?” Inizio asked, unable to fully open his eyes. Coughing so ferociously that Nihil thought he would die right then and there. The sound of it echoing through the room and into the corridor. A sound that would haunt Nihil for the rest of his days.

“Yes, I’m here.” Nihil replied. Taking a seat beside his father on the bed. His father, trying his best to sit upright to greet him. Helped by Cardinal Angelo, a respected family friend who had helped a great deal with Nihil in his childhood. Keeping his more distasteful antics under the rug from otherwise prying eyes.

“My son. I have not long for this world. There is no time left…so I want you to pay very close attention.” he told him. At that moment all of the other clergymen in the room began listening intently. Waiting for what would inevitably be said. The tension was thick within the air. So thick that Nihil felt the need to clear his throat. Need to loosen up his black clerical collar, leaning in to hear better.

“Go on.” he urged his father.

“I will not let you be Papa.” Inizio began.

With his words the room suddenly erupted with gasps and widened eyes. All the cardinals and bishops, wondering to themselves who among them would be chosen as Papa, if not the only remaining Emeritus son. If one of them would receive the cursed eye—a gift given to the Emeritus descendents by Lucifer himself. Proof of his favor for them to rule on Earth in his stead.

“What?” he asked, anger fuming inside him. Standing up from the bed, ready to strangle the feeble old man right where he lay.

“If you do not ascend, all will be stripped from you. Your title as cardinal, your wealth—your power. You will live your life as a simple man.” his father continued. As if this unsettling turn of events weren't enough the thought of losing his only real interest in the Ministry, wealth and power, infuriated him. Realizing he was to lose all hope of phoning in his rule, while reaping the benefits when he replied.

“You can’t be serious. It is my right. I am your only son.” Nihil hissed. The room, waiting with bated breath for Inizio’s response.

“That you are…and the only way figlio that I will allow you to take the Miter is if you agree to take on a Prime Mover.”

“You gotta be joking? Cardinal Angelo are you in on this?” Nihil laughed nervously, but it was clear that his father was indeed serious.

“It is no joke Nihil, your father is quite certain in this. There will be no changing his mind.” Cardinal Angelo assured him. Nihil began to panic inside. Feeling the cold sweat dripping down the small of his back. His black shirt, beginning to stick at his spine. His heart, racing.

“And if I refuse?” he asked. His father, coughing hard before he was able to speak again. Nihil, silently taking note of the blood staining his father's neckerchief.

“Allora sarai fuori sul tuo culo, piccola merda ingrata!” Inizio said, coughing once more before Cardinal Angelo came to help adjust him in bed. The coughing fit raging for what seems an eternity. His father's mouth, covered in blood and spittle. “You would disgrace the family name. I would rather someone else take up the Miter than have you tarnish it with your selfishness.” he growled.

“Father I—” Nihil began, cut off by his father lunging unexpectedly towards him. A raised skeletal finger in Nihil's face.

“No… you will meet with Sorella Violetta at once.”

“You mean…”

“Shh…she has been chosen for you as a suitable match. Nihil you will take her as your Prime Mover and you will do as your position requires of you and that is FINAL! Angelo, get him out of my face.” Papa Inizio said, waving away as he began coughing once more. The group of cardinals, led by Cardinal Angelo, taking Nihil away from his sight.

Nihil was dragged down the hall by them. Knowing just how much these fools, these false prophets must be enjoying his dissension. Smiles on their pious faces and whispers of amusement on their tongue. Nihil, continuing to whine and struggling against them as they walked.

As they reached the end of the hall, Cardinal Angelo signaled for them to let Nihil go. The group, dropping him to the ground, his body thudding against the floor. Angelo dismissed the others, allowing them to return back to Papa Inizio’s bedside. Hoping that he could talk to Nihil alone. Angelo, slapping him across the face, gaining his attention and effectively stopping the young Emeritus’s sniveling in its tracks.

“What is the matter with you? Pull yourself together or you shame your family even now.” Cardinal Angelo snapped, rubbing his sore hand, reddened cracking off Nihil’s face. Nihil himself, wiggling around his jaw to make sure it hadn’t dislocated from the impact. A loud pop, heard as it dropped into place.

“That fucking hurt, you Stronzo!” he yelled at him. Rubbing his jaw and his white eye burning with fury.

“Good, maybe now you will pay attention and stop acting like a fucking child.”

“I am no child Angelo… though he will never see me as anything other than—”

“Stop your insolence. You can pity party for yourself another time. Now you must do as he says and quickly.”

“Now?”

“Now or…or I am to take your place if you do not do as you are told.” Angelo confessed. Looking around to make sure that no one else had heard him.

“You?”

“Sí, do you really want that? Are you that fucking stupid?” Cardinal Angelo asked him. Nihil paused, taking a moment to suck in a deep breath through his nose, then exhaling slowly from his pursed lips. Trying his best to regain some modicum of composure. This wasn’t what he wanted, but he had no other choice. If he didn’t agree he’d be no better than a sibling–if that.

“You’re right.” he began, spitting out a bit of blood that had pooled within his mouth. “I don’t want anyone else taking what is mine.”

“Good, then you'll come with me.” Cardinal Angelo insisted, holding a hand out to help Nihil get up. Nihil stood up, refusing his hand, grunting as his sore body lifted from the floor. Working quickly to brush himself off a bit before they continued on their way to wherever Angelo would lead them.

“You are a stubborn ass, you know that?” Cardinal Angelo remarked. Nihil let out a half hearted chuckle.

“Always.” He replied. The two of them, remaining quiet for the rest of the walk. Only the sounds of footfalls on the marble titles between them. When they finally arrived at the chapel doors.

“Here? Why?” Nihil asked him.

“In the chapel, Sister Violetta waits for you. You know what you need to do.” Cardinal Angelo explained. Nihil nodded his head, his palm placed on the door as he took in another deep breath. Pushing it open slowly to see the dimly lit room. His eyes zeroing in on the only thing he could see.

Down the nave, illuminated in candlelight was a woman. Adorned in a long black lace veil, quietly waiting in the pews. Her face turned away. Her hands brought up in prayer as she looked to grucifix.

“Here goes nothing.” Nihil whispered under his breath as he approached her. Cardinal Angelo watching silently from the doorway.

As he got closer, the sister remained still. Her unintelligible words of prayer whispered between her and Lucifer. When he finally reached her pew, he could see just how beautiful she wasl. Her smooth olive skin and luxurious dark hair, tucked beneath her veil. Beautiful brown eyes, blanketed in lush lashes. A natural beauty–no makeup on her that Nihil could discern. He was thrilled that if someone had to be picked out for him, at least they chose someone he would approve.

“Good evening sorella.” he said, waiting patiently for her response. He was surprised when she smiled, but not the innocent smile of a naive virgin. No—this was a smile of a woman who was in no way clouded by his position or his charm. A woman who was intelligent, self assured–seeing right through him even before he spoke.

“Good evening Cardinal.” Violetta responded, calmly turning to face him. Nihil was beginning to feel a bit threatened by her, however more so intrigued. She seemed to disarm him from the minute he sat down. He was fascinated by her already.

“Well now. Not sure how much you've been told but it seems you and I are supposed to get to know each other… seeing as they expect us to—”

“I am well aware of the expectations. You won’t get any push back from me.” Violetta told him.

“Is that so?” He asked, curious that she'd answered in such a calm, collected way. No emotion that he was used to dodging when it came to the more feminine type.

“I make no mistake in thinking this is anything other than a diplomatic relationship.”

“I see.” Nihil responded, surprised once again by her candor.

“There is no need for you to pretend you love me. We are both only doing this for the church—the Ministry.” she told him, the smile from her face falling into a thin straight line. Nihil began chuckling to himself, sitting back against the pew and putting his arm around Violetta. She stared over her shoulder at his hand, as it rested on her, with an expression of acceptance–seeming to resolve herself to the situation.

“Fine with me doll face. Glad we are on the same page.”

Notes:

Allora sarai fuori sul tuo culo, piccola merda ingrata.- Then you will be out on your ass, you ungrateful little shit.

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copiousloverofcopia · 6 months ago

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🕯️🔥 I am BACK AGAIN with some more Papa Nihil origin story!!! 🔥🕯️

Here is the next chapter with Nihil and his Prime Mover to be Violetta. I hope you all enjoy and thank you so much for reading!!!

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Glitter Wasn’t Gold

Chapter 2: Maternal Slave

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Definitely NSFW below the cut!

If there was one thing that could be said for Violetta’s commitment to the Ministry, it was that it was unwavering. All it took was a conversation with the high clergyman, explaining the importance of her role, and she agreed. Though she was loath to have to copulate with anyone, having been one of the few sisters of sin who remained celibate. The reasons of which no one had truly known.

Despite her wish to remain “untouched”, she was well sought after. Her devotion and beauty, noticed by the Ministry who had chosen her as the perfect candidate for Prime Mover. Even if it was to be with Papa Inizio’s self-important son—considered otherwise unworthy to place her in such a delicate condition. Regardless, she would do as was required and without question.

The clergy was more than pleased when only two weeks after their plans were finalized the moment, she was ripe, was upon them. Secretly worried that Nihil might be unable to sire an heir before his father’s inevitable passing. A threat that grew ever closer. The Ministry, having been carefully tracking the current Papa’s every breath and beat of his heart. Waiting for signs of the end.

During the short time that passed since Nihil and Violetta became aware of their roles, she had managed to keep her distance. Happy to have avoided his presence until the night of the Prime Mover ceremony. While she was loath to think of him inseminating her, she was happy to contribute to the church. Reminding herself that after that night she’d needn’t have much else to do with him.

She sighed as she stared at herself within the mirror. Her reflection, showing giving her back the flawless and elegant facade she held. Her features, worthy of a queen, but her emotions had left her feeling sick and miserable. Her side too, aching with the familiar tell of impending ovulation. Her true feelings, fighting hard to bubble up at the surface. No matter how well she’d been holding them in, there was a constant threat of them making themselves known.

Before she knew it, there was a knock at the door. Violetta beckoned for them to come inside and join her. Two sisters of sin, along with Cardinal Angelo, entered into the room. The sisters, carrying her gown and the cardinal, no doubt, carrying her much needed courage. Making sure she would find her way to the altar, come Hell or high water.

“Violetta, you look absolutely lovely.” he smiled, turning to face away as the two sisters in waiting got Violetta into her dress. A long lace fanback gown, in shades of the deepest black. Embellished with rubies and dripping in garnets from its bodice. Corseted up the back, the ribbon left loose enough for Nihil’s ease of access. Making her look the part of a Prime Mover, no matter how much she didn’t truly love her Papa.

Love wasn’t necessary and she knew that. Content to continue on despite her heart screaming against it. Knowing that Nihil was a disappointment to his father and to the majority of the Ministry. Him siring an heir was a last stitch effort to save the Emeritus line within the Church. Her beloved Papa Enizio, having never begotten another son.

“I don’t feel lovely.” she said in a quick whip. The hint of her true feelings, subtle but present in her voice. Still presenting as ever refined and pious. “That drink was absolutely wretched.” she continued. The concoction from the Abbey’s apothecary, to help aid in conception, still lingering on the tongue.

“Not my idea…I’m afraid it was one of Cardinal Virgil’s.” Angelo explained as the women finished lacing up Violetta’s dress. The Prime Mover to be, taking a last glance in the mirror at herself before turning around. Tapping Cardinal Angelo on the shoulder to get his attention just as the others left the room.

“Well, you can tell the cardinal that I am quite familiar with herbs and plants. That all his potions are usually only good for a stomach ache and a nasty after taste.” she assured him, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms before her.

“I’ll do that.” Angelo smirked. It was true that Violetta was quite well versed in plants and flowers. Her main focus had been as an apprentice to the previous apothecary, who had passed only a few short years prior. She knew more about every weed, flower, and vine that grew along the Abbey grounds than anyone else. A fact that she would never allow the new apothecary to live down.

“I suppose it’s time to get this over with. Do I really need to spend the whole evening with him?” she asked, wishing that she’d not be required to not only spend the ceremony beneath him, but also the night in his chambers. Ready to be spread open like some breeding cattle at a moment’s notice while in her cycle. Giving them the best possibility of conception. At this man’s beck and call for his pleasure until a child had come of it.

“You know the rules Via as do I.” Angelo said, listening to Violetta let out a huff. The Cardinal, having been the only person she could trust. The only one she felt she could attempt to be honest with. “As does he.”

“I see. Then there's nothing that can be done. Shall we head downstairs?” she asked him. Cardinal Angelo smiled at her. The smile of a man who knew, just as well as she, that there was no love in this union. Both of them, her and Nihil, would put on a show. Violetta, wearing a brave face for the masses while she succumbed to her fate.

Violetta looked down at the floor. Feeling the weight of what was to come on her shoulders. Deciding against looking back at herself once more in the mirror. Seeing for the last time the innocent girl who loved her church and her dark father. She held out her hand for Angelo to take. The Cardinal could feel the faintest hint of her nerves, evident in the slight trembling of her grip. “We shall.”

The halls of the Abbey were decorated in opulence from floor to ceiling. Covered in crimson-colored crystals and rose blossoms—red and yellow-gold. The sweet and delicate scent of them, filling the nose of every sibling, ghoul, and clergyman. Antique wool and silk tapestries from Papa Inizio’s personal collection depicting the fall of Lucifer, brought out to line the main hall leading into the chapel.

The Altar, as the crux of the ceremony, dressed in centuries old black linens. The same ones that had been used at the conception for the whole of the Emeritus line. Sitting proudly as it awaited another generation's conception, in the center of the sanctuary. Glorious gold candelabras had been aligned with all the pews. Standing tall and majestic as their candlelight flickered against the blackness of the cathedral ceiling. Its true dark navy hue, hidden in the chapel’s low light.

All of the adult clergy, siblings, and ghouls were steadily filing in. Taking their places in the pews as the commencement of the ceremony was soon to begin. Nihil was still hidden, tucked away in the sacristy as he waited for his cue. His mind, heavy with anxiety and discontent. Though it would normally please him to have bent a sister over the altar and rail her in front of all Lucifer’s creatures, tonight was different.

Tonight, Satan willing, he would conceive a child with Violetta and in doing so earn his right to the Papacy. Nihil was consumed with worry. Terrified that all the pressure might affect his ability to perform. Hoping to avoid making a fool of himself with a limp dick in front of the whole congregation. His nerves, having only become worse as the sounds of the crowd within the chapel began filling his ears.

“Welp here goes nothing.” he sighed, rising from up the stool amidst the partially used candles and incense. Ready to take his place at the altar, there was no turning back now. As he rose, Cardinal Angelo appeared in the doorway, raising a brow at him. Clearing having seen Nihil as less than adequate attempt to hide his nerves.

“Are you going to make it through the ceremony?” he asked. Nihil, coming to push past him as the two of them took their place before the altar. “You look like shit.” Angelo remarked, muffling the sound of his voice so that only Nihil could hear him.

“Heh…thanks and yes… Why don’t you worry about you, and I’ll worry about me.” Nihil snapped. Straightening out his vestments as Angelo shrugged beside him.

“If you say so.” the cardinal replied, just as the sound of the chapel doors began to open once more. Violetta standing in the entryway. Her Hell-sent body, on display as the dress hugged every single curve. The Prime Mover to be, taking in a deep breath before slowly approaching Nihil and Cardinal Angelo at the altar. All the eyes of the congregation locked on her—-in complete awe of her untouched beauty.

As she finally reached them, Nihil’s demeanor had changed. He was no longer nervous, now finding it hard to stop himself from staring at her cleavage. His cock already pressing hard enough against his robes to be obvious. Ready to hurry along the rites so he could bury himself inside her.

“In nomine sanctissimi Patris eius, a vobis petimus, ut filios vestros accipiatis et ex eis de novo condat. Da eis donum vitae et da eis puerum ut adducat gentes et expandat verbum tuum.” Angelo called out.

The congregation, replying with a resounding “Nema!” The room was full of nervous energy. Half wondering if Nihil would go through with his father’s request and the other wondering, maybe even hoping, Violetta would run full speed out the door. One thing was sure, the majority of them wanted the couple to succeed, to continue on the Emeritus line that had ruled over the Ministry for so long. Worried about a change in order—in rule.

“Rogamus te in nomine patris cali, antichristi, et spiritus sancti. Accipis ut Violetta vas tuum? Cuius uterum semine pollues, et ecclesiae nostrae futuram quis proferet?” the Cardinal asked, taking Nihil’s hand and slicing the palm open. Blood dripped along the stone floor beneath them. Violetta in disgust of the barbaric nature of the rites.

“In nomine satanae accipio.” Nihil smiled, licking his lips as he stared at her. Violetta swallowed back the knot in her throat. Trying her best to hide her utter disgust. Cardinal Angelo then took her hand and pressed the knife against it.

“Rogamus te nunc in nomine patris cali, antichristi, et spiritus sancti. Nihil amatorem accipis? Cuius radix in utero tuo erit? Fructum sanctum ferre permittentes... futurum ecclesiae nostrae?” Angelo asked, splitting open the flesh of her palm. Violetta wincing at the pain as she spoke.

“In nomine satanae accipio.” she muttered, barely getting out the words. Cardinal Angelo taking their palms and pressing them together. Hard and stinging as their blood mixed with one another as it would be hoped to in Violetta’s womb.

“Quod factum est eius, plena intentione fit. Vade et profer quod ei promisisti.” Angelo replied, his words beginning to fade into the soundlessness that rang out in Violetta’s ears. Feeling as if she had floated under water. Having recited her vows, her mind was sent into a place where time no longer existed. Where the sound was silence and her soul ached with the worry she held so close to the chest. Now there was no going back.

“It’s time.” Angelo whispered to them. Nihil and Violetta, walking together around to the back of the altar. Neither one, speaking a word until they had gotten into position. Violetta’s buttocks pressed against the stone, her back facing the crowd as Nihil looked her over.

“I’ll go easy on you.” he smiled; his words meant to set her at ease, but only proved to her how little actual love was felt between them. Her body was a means to an end and the sooner it was over the better. Nihil had only fleetingly imagined how she must be feeling. His only concern was satisfying his father’s demands and his own lascivious urges—buried deep inside his Prime Mover.

“Fuck.” Nihil hummed as he took hold of his throbbing cock. The hanging fabric of his ropes draped over his forearm as he stroked hard and fast as he watched Violetta’s breathing increase. Her chest rising and falling, not due to excitement, but sheer terror.

She remained still as Nihil undid the ties of her corset. Slipping her dress off with ease to reveal her naked body. Dropping it to the floor as his blood heated with the sight of her perfectly round, plump breasts. Her raspberry-hued nipples, tented up in the cool of the chapel.

Nihil couldn’t wait any longer, taking her bare shoulders into his grasp. Forcing her to look into his eyes. Violetta was surprised at his strength and his intensity. His gaze was hungry but soft, the sister feeling for the first time a hint of fluttering inside her heart. A fleeting moment she hoped would help her to pretend.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” he hummed as he kissed her lips. The moment between them, short lived as Violetta gently pulled away. Her shaky mouth, trembling against his. Nihil paid it no mind, continuing his kisses along her jawline and down her neck. Tracing her collarbone with his tongue before dropping to her breast. Pulling her nipple into his mouth and sucking it gently. The whole chapel, watching as he continued on taking his time with her.

Nihil lifted Violetta onto the altar, eliciting a yelp from her as her warm flesh met with the cold stone. It’s chill barely slighted by the linen. Nihil’s grin, toothy and sinister as he took hold of her legs. Slowly spreading them open and bringing himself closer to her core. His mouth watering as he peered down at her cunt.

“Gotta loosen you up a bit so I can get inside.” he hummed. The words felt hot and breathy against her neck. His fingers, quickly finding their way to her folds. Gently running up along them until he met with the small pearl at the top. Violetta’s eyes widening and her breath halting, within her chest as he rubbed her there. Slow and methodical. Clearly having down this a time or two before her. Violetta, unable to control her body that was now responding to him in a way she had ever imagined before.

Finding herself shamefully wanting more. Waiting him to touch her—to stroke her. To feel what it was like to have him spread her apart with his cock and stuff her full of him. The pleasurable sensations, clouding her emotions as she allowed them to take over.

“I—ah.” she moaned, a bit breathy and confused.

“It’s alright Violetta… let me make you feel good.” The combination of his words, spoken with such silky-smooth charisma, and the talents of his fingers had managed to relax her. Violetta’s once strong and prudish resolve, had completely crumbled as her cunt became wet with his touch. Feeling herself begin to grind against his hand without even realizing it.

“Mmm…” she moaned, noting the sigh of relief from some of the congregation. Nihil took her sounds as consent to move forward, gently bringing a finger inside her and rubbing along her walls. Pressing firmly in circles before adding another. Feeling pleased with himself at just how wet she had become for him.

At first Violetta brought her hand between them. Gripping Nihil’s wrist so she could feel as if she had some control. It was no use, she was too far gone and her mind too imprisoned by her body’s desires to stop it now. Ready to let him use her as he saw fit, relishing how good it felt for him to fuck her with his hand.

“Say you want this… Say you want me.” Nihil moaned, as he pulled his dripping fingers from her and took hold of his shaft. Stroking himself with her anticipation.

“I want you.” Violetta mewled, feeling the head of Nihil’s cock as it began nudging against her entrance. He pushed it inside her in one swoop. Sending Violetta’s head back, in both pain and pleasure as he filled her up to the hilt. Her eyes, opening a moment to take a peek at the pews. Their image upside down in her pleasure.

“I want you too.” Nihil groaned as he began to thrust deliberately inside her. Waiting until he could tell she had become accustomed to his size and rhythm before driving in harder. Violetta was already beginning to come undone. Writhing along the fabric atop the stone slab as he pressed, pushed, and pumped harder and harder. Her mind, a mix of emotions as her body became drunk with his touch. Face latticed with her hair and body shaking in her now lover’s grasp.

Nihil brought his hands along her thighs, traveling up to her hips. Taking hold of them so he could use them as a means to thrust deeper inside her. Violetta’s back went rising from the altar as he continued to fuck her. Moaning and crying out in pleasure as she began to cum. Her body bearing down on him, feeling a warm rush overwhelm her.

The would-be Papa, more than pleased to feel the rush of fluid over him. Flooding the space between them and dripping onto the altar below. His Prime Mover ready and now willing to accept his seed, Nihil buckled down. Focusing on how good she felt sliding over his cock.

“Call me Papa.” he growled as he felt her body beginning to clamp down around him. Every inch of him was gripped tightly by her insides. Every pulsation felt as their bodies worked together to achieve the same end goal.

“What?” Violetta asked, breathy and still in a passionate haze.

“I said call me Papa.” he demanded, more forcefully this time as he bucked up inside her. Violetta moaning, cries of pleasure echoing in the quiet of the chapel.

Pa–Papa!” she screamed as Nihil hit hard against her cervix. Fucking her now with wild abandon as he chased his own pleasure. Pulling out from her as he got too close. Flipping Violetta around to face the crowd as he raised her ass in the air before him.

The smug prick relishing his Prime Mover facing out to the others as he fucked her full of his cum. Pounding his pelvis hard against her ass over and over again. Driving them both absolutely mad with the sensation just before he came deep inside her pussy. Making sure not to spill one drop as he filled her. Smiling and arrogant as ever as he emptied inside her. The deed done; the ceremony complete.

Notes:

In nomine sanctissimi Patris eius, a vobis petimus, ut filios vestros accipiatis et ex eis de novo condat. Da eis donum vitae et da eis puerum ut adducat gentes et expandat verbum tuum. -In the name of his most unholy Father, we ask of you to take your children and create from them anew. Bring upon them the gift of life and grant them a child so that they might lead nations and spread your word.

Rogamus te in nomine patris cali, antichristi, et spiritus sancti. Accipis ut Violetta vas tuum? Cuius uterum semine pollues, et ecclesiae nostrae futuram quis proferet?- We ask you in the name of the dark father, the antichrist, and the holy spirit. Do you accept Violetta as your vessel? Whose womb you will pollute with your seed and who will bring forth the future of our church?

In nomine satanae accipio.- In Satan’s name I accept.

Rogamus te nunc in nomine patris cali, antichristi, et spiritus sancti. Nihil amatorem accipis? Cuius radix in utero tuo erit? Fructum sanctum ferre permittentes... futurum ecclesiae nostrae?- We ask you now in the name of the dark father, the antichrist, and the holy spirit. Do you accept Nihil as your lover? Whose seed will take root in your womb? Allowing you to bear unholy fruit...the future of our church?

What is done is his name, is done with full intention. Go and bring forth that which you have both promised him.

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