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her-satanic-wiles · 7 months

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October 10th

Praise Kink, Cardinal Copia x Plus Size!Reader

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Warnings: Praise kink (going both ways); hurt/comfort; age gap; mentions of poor mental health; friends to lovers; unprotected sex; body worship; fingering; fellatio; nipple play; piv sex; plus size!reader; mentions of fatphobia; this is very self-indulgent; cockwarming;

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🔞 MDNI 🔞

“Please, sweetheart, open the door.” You pleaded. Your forehead rested against the front door of Cardinal Copia’s small room, your hand stroking the wood in desperation to reach your closest friend who had locked himself inside and was sobbing on the floor. You had been alerted to his distress by his only assistant ghoul, Aurora, who was struggling to gain access to his room and knew you would be the only one who had a chance in Hell at getting in. You could hear his cries of despair and each one shattered your heart a little more.

Copia was your best friend, which from the outside looking in seemed a little strange. There was a mighty age gap between you both, and you hardly worked together, but something clicked for the two of you that one random chance you met, and you both simply couldn’t stay away. Rather like a cliché, somewhere along the lines you had developed feelings for him. He was pathetic, painfully introverted and shy, but he was the goodest of eggs, the sweetest of men, and insanely smart. His childish sense of humour resonated with you, and his inappropriate jokes were just what the doctor ordered. Neither of you truly fit in at the Ministry, not in the way other Siblings or Clergy Members did. The only reason why you both stayed was because of your devotion to the church. But Copia was worse off than you were. Everyone here, especially the Siblings, very much had a high-school mentality when it came to the Cardinal - and only the Cardinal. You would often catch their looks of disgust when he walked passed them, or hear the snidest of comments when he wasn’t around. You were aware of how they treated him, and tried your best to get more people to get to know him and keep their mouths shut. But some people refused to be swayed.

You didn’t know what had him so upset, but you had a hunch. You were just praying you were wrong.

The Cardinal was unlucky when it came to love. Most people rejected him, or sneered and turned away. But there was one of the Sisters of Sin who really captured the Cardinal’s attention, and you knew he was going to make an attempt to ask her out. You just hoped that it wasn’t today.

“Copia?” You pleaded again. “Please open the door.” You knocked gently. “Let me in?”

Though the sounds of his painful sobs remained, you heard shuffling underneath that. The door unlocked, giving you the opportunity to step back so you wouldn’t crowd him in his emotional state, and waited for him to open the door to you. And when he did, he looked much worse than anticipated.

The black paint around his eyes that signified his station in the Clergy had almost completely washed away from the tears he’d shed. Instead, they were running like black streams down his long face. The black upper lip he had had also been bitten away, and smeared across his face. His moustache was somewhat damp with both his snot and some of his tears. His eyes were red and puffy, and tears were still coming out. He was, for lack of a better term, a total mess.

Without hesitation and despite him being a little taller than you, you scooped him up into a tight hug, pulling him against your soft body and letting his head fall to your shoulders. He wept uncontrollably into the crook of your neck. He gripped onto your waist as tightly as he could, as though you were going to disappear on him the second he let go. While he was still attached to you, you managed to enter his room and close the door behind you, giving him the privacy he needed. Your hands, now free moved to cradle him, stroking his salt and pepper hair and providing as much comfort as you possibly could.

You stayed like that in the entrance for quite some time, until his sobs quietened to mere hiccups and his tears had saturated your habit. It was always better for him to get his emotions out before finding out what got him into that state. Now that he’d calmed down, he would be able to answer your questions. You both moved over to his single bed and sat down together. “What happened?” You asked, handing him a tissue from his bedside table and holding his gloved hand.

“Sh-she rejected me.”

Ah, so it was the Sister…

“Oh, honey. I’m sorry. She doesn’t deserve you.” He always rolled his eyes when you told him that as if he didn’t believe you - and it usually was because he didn’t believe you.

“But she was kind about it.” He blew his nose. “She held my hands, looked me in my eyes. She apologised! She told me that any woman would be lucky to have me, but the honour wouldn’t fall to her, as flattered as she was! She hoped I would find someone better than her. Can you imagine?”

That hit like a knife to your chest. But this wasn’t about you. You had to keep reminding yourself the feelings were not mutual.

Copia continued, “I was human to her, ___. That’s what made it worse.” His face scrunched up as if he was about to start crying again and your hand gripped his tighter as if to bring him back into reality. He nodded. “Grazie. It hurts when they treat me badly, of course. But I come to expect cruelty with the rejection now. When they treat me like a rat I know what to do. B-but this?” His bottom lip quivered. “What am I to do with this?”

You switched positions a little, taking his hand in your left and wrapping your right around his body, holding him close to you in a semi-side hug. You rest your head on his shoulder and allowed your thumbs to gently caress his body. You didn’t say anything to him - you just listened. Besides, what was there to say? You weren’t even sure how to proceed with this. Usually, their cruelty meant that you could give your true feelings about them and remind him what awful people they were and that he dodged a bullet. He was able to get over the rejection within a week at most. But no bullets were dodged with this sister. She was kind to him when no one else was. She was gentle and sweet. No wonder he was having such a tough time.

He chuckled. “I am pathetic, sì? I should not cry over such things.”

“Hey,” you lifted your head to look at him, “never say that again.”

“Why? It is true. It was stupid of me to believe anyone as beautiful as she would like me back. Look at me: I am middle-aged, weedy, ugly and pathetic. How am I to find someone better than her? When most other people are worse than she is and still will not even look at me without disdain. Perhaps it would be best if I were not here.”

“It’s not true. You’re not pathetic. You’re not any of the things anyone says about you. Copia, look at me.” His eyes remained on the ground in refusal. “Please look at me.” He wasn’t emotionally capable of looking at you, but he needed to in order for you to get your point across. In desperation, you got on your knees on the floor in front of him and placed your hands on his thighs, unthinking in your movements. Your habit, much longer than usual due to the cold, spread out regally across the floor and encircled you. Copia looked at you now, but his eyes were a little wider than normal.

“You listen to me, you are wonderful,” you grabbed his gloved hands and held them tightly, “smart, and incredibly beautiful. You may not be everyone’s cup of tea, Copia, but you will be someone’s. I appreciate you so much, and I’m so fucking thankful that you are here. I’m so grateful that I have a friend as good as you every day. I thank Satan every time I pray for bringing you into my life. I love you.”

Perhaps your confession wasn’t said with as much honesty as you wanted it to be. The amount of love you felt for him played down by your fear of losing him. But the eye contact and the position you were in must have reached him. You must have.

His hand untangled itself from yours and cupped your cheek, his mismatched and teary eyes looking at yours. “Grazie, schricchio. This foolish old man does not deserve you.”

Your hand moved to his wrist and gripped on, once again allowing your thumbs to caress the back of his hand. “Yes, you do. I wish you could see yourself as I see you: how perfectly wonderful you are even with any flaws you have. There are fewer flaws than you think. Society is the one with the problem, not you.”

This was something you knew all too well being much bigger than the average woman in the Ministry. Even in a Satanic church where everything was meant to be the polar opposite of the Catholic church, you still found prejudice amongst your Siblings. You weren’t held in quite so much disdain as “the Creepy Cardinal”, but you knew all about how inhumanely Copia was treated because you had experienced yourself on many occasions. The over-sexualisation of your body while also having people call you disgusting and cruel names. Not having men look you in the eye when they had a conversation with you lest they be scruitinised by their peers. The way that Siblings would avoid performing rituals with you for the very same reason. The few friends you made, the comments that were thrown your way. ‘You’d be so much prettier if you lost that weight.’ ‘It’s unhealthy to be your size.’ The constant beration and bullying; it was so much to experience on a daily basis. Copia became your safe haven, your quiet and comforting place. He was always appreciative of you, loved to see you, spend time with you. He, unlike some of your previous friends and lovers, was unashamed to be seen with you in public. And all of this was because he knew what it was like firsthand to be on the edge of society and treated like dog shit. And every time you saw him defeated, it smashed a piece of your soul.

Copia, by this point, had stopped crying and all that remained were little sad sniffles, but his mismatched eyes never left yours. “You are too good to me, schricchio.” He gave you a faint smile, as if to imply he was playing. But there was too much seriousness in his voice to be anywhere near a jest.

“You deserve the world and more.” You kissed the palm of his hand where it was still resting on your cheek. “I’m sorry other people don’t think the same.”

“Perhaps when the Sister was telling me there is someone better than her, she was talking about you? I always have you at my side to give me strength when I need it. If we were not in the Devil’s church, I’d think you an angel.”

“Shut up.”

“No, it is true. Your Cardinal wouldn’t lie to you, no?”

“It depends - he may have an ulterior motive. Like getting me to stop talking so he can continue his self-loathing in peace.”

Copia chuckled, “She is too smart for her own good.” His eyes remained watery but gentle. “Grazie, schricchio. It seems the world treats us both poorly.” He leant down and gave you a kiss on your forehead, something he usually saved for your lowest days. There was something different about the way this kiss felt, though - something peculiar in the way he let his lips linger a little longer than usual. The way he didn’t move back right away, instead resting his forehead on yours. You opened your own eyes to see that his were still closed. Despite the way his makeup ran, you still thought he was so, insanely handsome.

“Come on, Cardinal, let’s get you cleaned up.”

You took his hand and led him to the bathroom, placing him on the closed lidded toilet and ordering him to close his eyes. You went in with a cleanser, the exact balm you recommended him to use and gently rubbed it over his face, melting away his makeup and sadness. This was incredibly intimate for best friends, you were both well aware of it, but there was something necessary about it especially when you were both so emotionally wounded. Like the forehead kisses, this was reserved only for the days when you both felt the most broken and needed connection. It had become one of your favourite things to do with him, because it truly allowed you to study his features without being seen as creepy or weird. His large nose, his pink lips, the light brown of his eyebrows that was always hidden beneath the darkest of panda eyes. His forehead creases and deep-set laughter lines that showed despite his trauma, he still found a way to smile. His quirky little moustache that was taken directly out of an 80s porno, complete with bushman sideburns that on anyone else would look ridiculous, but it suited him indubitably. He very much had the same features as the little rats he adored, along with his skin beginning to show his age. These were all things that made him uniquely Copia, and all of the things you fell in love with aside from his personality.

Of course, when you had him like this, it was also customary to play with him a little even if it was just to coax a small smile out of him. You placed a washcloth, warm and wet from the water over his face and left it there, announcing “done”, when you’d let go. He’d berate you back, telling you this was the worst spa he’d ever been to and that he’d never return, but once he’d washed away the grease and the grime of the day, he looked at you with a very pink, but very clean face. “Ta-da!”

“Handsome as always.”

He placed his hand on your cheek once more. “Grazie, schricchio.”

You leant into his touch, savouring the feeling of it but wishing you could get closer. Wordlessly, you took his hand in yours and began removing his gloves. Gently pulling each finger so that the whole thing would be removed easier. Once both gloves were off, you took his hand and put it back on your cheek, wrapping your own around it and enjoying the feel of his soft flesh against your own.

Copia, mustering all the confidence he didn’t think he had, brought your face closer to his once more, his breath tickling your lips. It was almost as if he was expecting you to pull away, like he was giving you the option to, but once it had been made apparent you were going to stay in your position, he finally closed the gap. Your heart leapt out of your chest when his lips made contact with yours - the touch was light and barely there, filled entirely with the fear that you might jump back in disgust and chide him for his actions. But he’d opened up the floodgates now, and there was no stopping either of you.

From that moment on, your kisses increased in desperation. He poured out the trauma of the past three hours, you draining your years of unrequited love into the heavy breaths and connection, the intensity increasing the longer you spent joined together. His hands came to your soft waist, and pulled you impossibly close to him, leaving not a scrap of room for a sheet of paper to be wedged in between you. Your own hands travelled to his hair, gripping on the roots for purchase and to keep yourself grounded as best as you could. Whimpers and moans left the both of you when your tongues were brought in to dance. He pushed you against the bathroom counter, pinning you against it and tightening his grip. He pulled away from your lips, but only a little. When he spoke, you could still feel his lips brushing against yours. “T-tell me to stop and I will.” He told you, his breath heavy and his voice barely above a whisper. “But you have to tell me now, amore mio, because once I start, I will never be able to stop. I’ll want you for eternity after tonight. Even in our deaths my soul will search for yours relentlessly. Do you want me to stop?”

“No. I need this. I need you.”

He wasted no more time in connecting his lips to yours once more, this time with more fervour and passion than you ever thought possible. The way he crowded you onto the bathroom cabinet had you lifting yourself up onto it, spreading your legs for him to slot in between them. His lips moved from yours, and he placed chaste kisses along your jawline to your neck, making you giggle a little at the feel of his moustache tickling you. Even though it was a jerk reaction, it still felt incredibly good. His hand moved up your skirts, gliding along your tights and reaching the waistband, pulling them and your panties down with the utmost gentility despite his ever growing desire for you. Your very core now exposed to him, but you felt no embarrassment, no shame, no shyness. The hand that was under your skirts now moved to your vulva and you felt his index finger running through the wetness of your folds. You gasped when he began to play with your clit.

Simultaneously, his mouth nibbled at your ear in between his words. “I never believed I could have you. Never did I think this could happen. I have waited for you for so long now, amore mio. You are everything to me. You are the whole world and everything in it, my reason for living.” He slipped his middle and ring finger inside of you, tapping upwards immediately and hitting that sweet spot over and over again. His fingers had you whimpering. “You are the brightness of the sun and my reason for waking in the morning. You are the calm of the moon and the reason for my serenity. Venus herself is in envy and awe of your beauty. Nothing of this world, of the human mind, could ever come close to your radiance.”

“Copia!”

His words caused an extra fluttering in your stomach when he spoke them, coupled with the feeling of his fingers deep inside you, his thumb working your clit alongside the two that were working invisibly had your entire body shuddering. Your nipples stood erect inside your bra, nudged sometimes by the movement of his body and giving you that extra feeling of overwhelming pleasure. Your mind was numb, filled with nothing but Copia. The low timbre of his voice in your ear, the smell of his cologne, his soft jawline against your cheek. He was everywhere all at once overwhelming you and bathing you in him. “Bene mio.” My happiness. His lips found yours again, his tongue begging for entrance to your mouth as he kissed you feverishly. His fingers working in tandem to bring you over the edge. When you fell, you fell hard. Your toes curling, your eyes seeing white, your breath escaping your body. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he worked you through it, muttering more unintelligible words into your skin that your ears couldn’t understand. Your body felt them though, and came alive at the touch. “Sono innamorato di te.” He told you. He was desperately, undeniably, helplessly in love with you.

You clasped onto his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. His hands, sodden with your cum moved towards your lips once the kiss had finished and you sucked on his fingers, cleaning yourself off of them and earning a gutteral groan in the process. Copia’s cock stood erect in the tightness of his jeans beneath his cassock, barely protruding through the thick material. It was time to show him some mercy and love too. “My beautiful Copia. The kindest man I’ve ever known.” With your own lips attached to the crook of his neck, you began undressing him, sliding his cassock off his shoulders and dropping it unceremoniously to the floor. “You are my reason for living, too. I should have told you sooner but I was too afraid of losing you.” Your hands flew to the waistband of his pants and untied them.

“You could never lose me, amore mio.”

“I know that now. But I didn’t ever want to live a life without you, however small the possibility.” You slipped down off the counter and got on your knees in front of him, the earlier image replaying in Copia’s mind. His hand immediately flew to your hair but his grip tightened when you released his cock from his jeans and gave him a tentative stroke. “I love everything about you,” you licked from base to tip, “your voice,” another lick, “your body,” another, “your brain.” You swirled your tongue around the head, touching repeatedly over his frenulum causing him to hiss. You focused mainly on the head, your own experiences telling you that was generally the most sensitive part, and Copia’s voice and actions confirming. Though his hand was on your head, it was only to keep him cognizant. He wasn’t forcing you to take him deeper like your previous lovers, nor did he guide you at all. You looked up at him through your lashes and saw that his eyes were tight shut. “Look at me, Copia. Watch me on my knees for you, worship you.”

“Amore, I can’t. I will cum too quickly.”

You licked his tip once more. “That’s okay.”

“It’s not. There are more things I wish to do with you tonight.”

His precum was beading at the tip again, and you used your hands to squeeze it into your mouth. Copia watched and pulled completely away from you, almost finishing at the sight of it. “No. Let me take you to bed. If you stay down there a moment longer, I’ll ruin it.”

You stood and kissed him. “You could never.”

He grabbed your hand and took you back into the bedroom, taking the opportunity once you’d arrived to stand and unbutton your habit from behind you. His hands roamed and groped your body as they worked at removing your clothes. He traced every curve he could find, every dip, every bump. When your skin was on display he did the same thing, learning about your body and mapping it out. Your bra was removed quickly so he could admire your breasts and play with your nipples. All the while his lips licked and sucked on your neck, decorating the pristine skin with his marks. He wanted to show the world what he’d done to you, like he was an artist proud of his work. “On the bed, amore mio.” He instructed. You did as he asked and lay on your back, watching him remove his jeans and underwear. All clothes were discarded carelessly on the ground. He had more pressing matters to attend to.

He clambered onto the bed, hovering above your legs. He took his time, tracing his lips from your shins, your thick thighs, your pubic mound, your stomach. He took his time over your nipples, giving them both the proper attention they deserved before he moved up to your neck and finally your lips. He kissed you deeply, passionately, his hands grasping onto your plump hips as his dick needily rubbed against your clit.

No words were exchanged when you felt his cock enter you, stretching you out obscenely to the point where you felt like you’d burst. You broke the kiss, your eyes squeezing tightly shut and your mouth opening in a silent scream. Your entire body felt electrified - your hairs standing on end. Just being cloaked in him, pinned beneath him had you seeing stars, but now he was entering you - finally. He felt incredible, he was incredible.

“No, amore,” you heard him say when he was halfway inside you, his fingers came to caress your cheek once more, “look into my eyes. Look at me while I stretch you.” You obeyed, your eyes locking onto his mismatched ones. Only when he had your complete attention did he continue sinking into you. “Brava ragazza. Take it all like a good girl. Cazzo! So fucking tight.”

You were constricting around him making it damn near impossible for him to breathe. You couldn’t breathe either. “You’re so b-big!” You told him, trying to fight to speak.

He reached the hilt and stayed still, giving you the opportunity to pepper kisses all over his face in your need to be close to him again. Both of your hands were clasped to his cheeks as your lips roamed, yet somehow he still felt too far away. “Sathanas - I can’t move.”

You giggled. “Take your time, my love. You’ve filled me so much, it feels so good.”

He jerked his hips forward. “Merda! Don’t do that. I’m trying not to finish.” There was a big smile on his face as he said it though.

You placed his hand on the bottom of your stomach. “It’s like I can feel you here. You’re so deep.”

His hips moved on their own accord again, but this time he didn’t stop them. His thrusts were shallow and tentative at first, but the more confident he became, the more intense he moved. All of his thrusts hit your cervix causing you to involuntarily cry out each time. He was so deep, filling you in a way you knew you’d become obsessed with. One of your hands was resting near your head, and Copia took the opportunity to grab it and interlock your fingers together. “You’re doing such a good job, my love.” Your voice was breathy as you spoke, so worn out you hardly recognised it. The praise caused Copia to startle forwards and really slam into you. It felt divine. “Copia! Fuck! Do that again.”

“This?” He pulled all the way out and slammed back in.

“Yes! Fuck!”

He did it again.

And again.

Hitting that spot at the front of your cervix so well. “This is what you wanted, right?” He asked, repeating that motion. Your hand flew down to your clit, your middle finger working away at it quickly in the feral need you had to cum around his cock. He sat back onto his knees to gain more leverage, taking in the sight of you touching yourself while speared on his dick. Every time he entered you, your entire body jiggled with the force. He couldn’t help the noise he made when he saw you for the first time, spread out, pliant and ricocheting off his every move. “Sei così bagnata! You’re so wet. You feel so fucking good!”

“Don’t stop! Please, Copia! Don’t stop!”

“You like that?”

“I’m gonna cum so fucking hard. Please!”

“Vieni per me, amore.” Cum for me, love.

At his request, you shattered. Your back arched off the bed. Somehow your nails found his thigh and scratched down it in an attempt to grasp onto the bedsheets. This, in turn, caused Copia to thrust forward again intensifying the feeling. “I got you. That’s it. Such a good girl for me.”

“Fucking hell!” You finally gasped when you came down from your high. You were lightheaded and it felt like the room was spinning, but your body was on fire. Copia had stopped moving to make sure you were okay. He leant forward and placed another kiss to your forehead before resting his against yours once more. This time he looked directly into your eyes. “Hi.” You whispered, grinning like a lovesick fool.

“Hi.” He copied you.

“Did you-?”

“Not yet, amore mio.”

“Will you cum for me, my love?”

“Are you okay to continue?”

“Of course.”

He nodded and began thrusting again. His movements were deliberately gentle after the intensity of your orgasm but with some reassurance that you were okay, he picked up the pace again. This time he was focusing on his own pleasure, wanting to end your sensitivity and finish quickly. But it seemed like he was too in his head. “You fill me so good, Copia.” You told him. “No one has ever made me feel like this before.”

“N-no?”

“You’re the only one who made me cum. I came so fucking hard because of you. You made me feel incredible.”

“Cazzo!”

“Such a good boy for me.”

“I’m gonna cum! Gonna cum! C-can I cum inside? Please!”

“Cum inside me. Let it all out, sweetheart. That’s it.”

With the final thrust, he emptied himself inside you, painting your walls with his seed. His cock was still buried so deep inside you but his orgasm made him try and get deeper. His head fell onto your chest when he collapsed onto you, a sweaty, exhausted mess but so blissfully fucked out. Your hands immediately went to his hair, stroking through his locks and providing him extra comfort after all the exertion. He tried to pull out of you once he realised the position, but you stopped him from moving, instead turning his head up and kissing him again. Your kisses were short but many, passionate but sleepy. “My Cardinal,” you muttered, “My Copia. I love you.”

“I love you.” He told you. “I always will.”

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copias-girl · 9 months

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Okay but like, Copia is 100% SO ticklish, and no one can tell me differently

YES

Allow me to elaborate a bit:

COPIA BEING TICKLISH BLURB:

(I kinda got a little carried away with this and it turned a bit spicy lol)

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It was evening, and you were all cozied up together watching a fun Satanic B movie from the 1970s. The both of you were eating candy- cherry sours, to be exact- cuddling, and of course: rooting for the Devil’s victory in the film. You were having a lovely night in with your darling Cardinal; intimately pressed up against one another on the sofa. You fit together so perfectly, but you shifted positions every now and then to prevent getting sore.

But this time when you wriggled around, Copia froze. He felt your fingertips brush against his side, which was a bit more sensitive than usual since he was only wearing his silk pyjama set, as opposed to the many layers he wore during the day. He tried his best not to interrupt the movie; after all, it’s not like you were trying to tickle him. All he had to do was keep his cool and try not to think about it, because- oh! Your fingertips started mindlessly drawing shapes into his ribs. Copia twitched, biting his lip to stifle laughter. He stole a panicked glance at you, only to find you enthralled in the film. You must not have noticed what you were doing, but sweet Satan you were getting more and more aggressive with-

Copia all but screamed, erupting into laughter and flopping off the couch like a fish.

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you pounced on top of him, straddling him and continuing your attack.

So you were doing it on purpose!

“You sneaky little-! You-! Ahahahaha!” Copia had tears streaming down his cheeks, threatening to streak his clergy paint as he writhed beneath you.

You giggled deviously, tickling the Cardinal’s sides and soft tummy a bit more while he protested and floundered on the carpet, trying in vain to shield himself from your devilish little fingers.

Deciding to take mercy on the old man, you ceased fire and allowed him to catch his breath.

“Dolce, why do you torture me so?” He sighed weakly, a handsome grin lazily tugging at his lips.

“Because it’s fun.” You replied simply, fisting your hand in the silky fabric of his pyjama shirt and leaning down to teasingly brush your lips against his, causing the poor man’s head to spin in desperation as he pulled you close, his hands roaming your body.

You captured the Cardinal in a deep kiss then, relishing in the soft moan he released as you threaded your fingers through his greying hair, sucking his tongue into your mouth.

Pulling away, you caressed a gentle finger over Copia’s thin moustache and kissed the corner of his mouth, leaving him breathless as you trailed lower. You lifted his shirt up, already feeling him tense up and try to twist away.

“Calm down, old man. I’m done tormenting you. For now.” You grinned.

The man hesitantly stopped struggling and propped himself up with his elbows, curiously observing you.

You kissed Copia’s soft tummy, causing him to release a soft whine. He was always self-conscious about that part of himself, but you absolutely loved it. Casting a coy glance up at your lover, you pulled his pants a bit lower, licking a slow stripe up his happy trail. Copia gasped, awestruck eyes fixated on your seductive form. A red hot flush painted his freckled cheeks and he bit his lip, the haze of arousal already beginning to cloud his mind.

With a kittenish smirk, you bit at his love handles while your palm ghosted over the growing tent in his pants, causing a deliciously desperate moan to tumble from the Cardinal’s lips.

“Dolce, I thought you were done tormenting me.” He groaned, petting your hair as you kissed and licked and nipped at his tummy some more, soft fingertips tracing shapes around his belly button and up and down his happy trail, relishing in the way his muscles twitched and tensed from the ticklish sensation.

In response, you only blew a raspberry onto his stomach, causing the man to jolt and shriek out another burst of laughter.

“Dolce!” He whined, twisting and turning, managing to sit upright and lean against the couch, huffing.

You giggled, moving to sit next to him on the floor. With a merciful gaze, you cupped his pretty face in your hands and pressed a loving kiss to his soft lips, which the Cardinal eagerly returned.

“Alright, I’m done tormenting you for real this time.” You grinned. “Let’s finish the mov-”

“No, I want… ehm… Dolce, let’s go to bed.” Copia whispered, lust swirling in his eyes, his hand coming to rest on your thigh.

“But darling, there’s only twenty minutes of the movie left.” You pointed out, your own eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Bed. Now. The film can wait, but I am not so patient.” The Cardinal pulled you in for a searingly desperate kiss.

And without breaking your passionate lip lock, the two of you managed to stumble through his rooms; furiously tearing off each other’s pyjamas, bumping into a side table, and nearly knocking over a lamp. Finally, the two of you collapsed onto the luxurious bed in a tangle of limbs and flurry of desirous kisses.

Your movie nights always ended in desperate, passionate love-making. Come to think of it, you can’t remember the last time you and Copia actually finished a movie together.

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sink-me-in-your-ocean · 7 months

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Just a Quick(ie) Change

Papa Copia x gn!Reader smut

WC: 3100

A/N: I think I blacked out when I wrote this at 2am. This one is for @endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus - thank you for spamming me with pics of Copia’s amazing thighs.

Content warnings: oral sex m!receiving. 18+ only. Minors DNI.

NSFW below the cut.

Hired as a quick-change assistant, you didn’t expect much from the job backstage for Papa Emeritus IV.

You never expected, one, that you’d actually enjoy your job, and two, that the two other assistants would quit right before a tour.

It was much too close to the start of the ritual tour to hire someone on the spot. Sister Imperator always had the last word, and since the clergy was thousands of miles away from her at the moment, it was an inopportune time to be short-staffed. Papa required many, many intricate costume changes during rituals. Usually, these changes required at least six additional hands, but at least for the next several shows you’d have to make do with just your two.

It was down to you and him when he’d come backstage. Sometimes another member of the crew would bring him refreshments while the nameless ghouls stalled on stage, riffing and whatnot, but mostly it was just the two of you. This led to witty banter, goofy little mishaps, and the like. Some accidents even led to flirtatious jokes between you two as you quickly warmed to each other.

Papa rushed offstage, clutching the front of his trousers. Holding back a laugh, you couldn’t resist asking, “Are your pants falling off or are you just eager to see me?”

He put his hand to his heart, exclaiming a word in Italian before inhaling in a dramatic gasp. “My button popped off.”

You knew his button came off while he was performing - you had a small live monitor in your closet - coloring you thoroughly impressed by the movements of his hips. You had the cheesy line and a needle, thread, and replacement for the offending button prepared as soon as you saw it happen.

The laugh you shared together wasn’t the first, and certainly would not be the last of the evening. You couldn’t place why it brought you so much joy to just make him smile in between sets. It was a moment of complete and utter glee in the midst of the madness that went into each ritual.

Zippers got caught, shoes were left untied, robes were wrinkled, the whole nine. It was like Murphy’s Law backstage sometimes… anything that could go wrong, would go wrong.

On the second night of your solo adventure, in the middle of a particularly intricate change involving his Dracopia bat wings, Papa said something to you that would keep your mind stirring the entire night. He was on a high from the opening of the show, beaming at you from the moment he saw you, but this… this was different.

“I enjoy our time together, you know.”

“What?” Your focus was on the second, most stubborn, buckle as you stood in front of him. The harness couldn’t lace itself up so you kept working, your fingers nimbly adjusting as he kept speaking.

“Well, it’s just that I’m used to so many people poking and prodding me, shoving me this way and that, just going through the motions.” He paused, tilting his head to listen for his cue coming up before he continued, “But with you this is different, I feel like I’m actually getting a break instead of just being rushed around like a…how do they say... chicken with its head cut off.”

You finished the last buckle, securing it in place and patting his arm as you were utterly lost for words. His sentiment cut through you like a blade, but was as soft as a feather pillow.

He turned on his heel as he walked away, but paused and looked over his shoulder, winking at you before walking back on stage. The crowd of devotees screamed and you stood alone in the dark, accompanied only by the mass of butterflies in your stomach.

The rest of the night went by as usual, but somehow smoother than expected. The stolen glances between you and Papa were more heated, and held more weight than before. Neither one of you crossed that threshold that night though; You refused to be the first one to take this - whatever this is - to the next level.

The next show you were alone, yet once more. Sister Imperator unsurprisingly didn’t like any of the candidates that had applied for the position, not deeming them ‘good enough’ to work with Copia. She never called him Papa, you noticed.

Sister was doing her best to assuage you while simultaneously making your head hurt. She was always kind to you for some unknown reason, but tonight she was truly laying it on thick, “… but you, my dear, are a diamond in the rough. You’ll have to shine on your own just a little longer.”

The video call glitched, her word’s temporarily interrupted by a bad connection as she said something else.

“I’m sorry, would you repeat that? It sounded like you said it’s just going to be me for the rest of the week.”

“Oh no, I didn’t say that.” The video finally stabilized. You sighed in relief before she continued. “I said you’ll be on your own for the rest of the tour.”

Your face fell. It felt like a two-ton weight was placed on your chest, or that you were shoved in a truck, locked in, and the key was thrown away.

No help? Seriously?

She noted your facial expression before you could reel yourself in. “Don’t worry my dear, we will compensate you more for the lack of help you have, but at least I know that my - cough - er, the Cardinal, will be happy in your capable hands.”

You tried to hide your dismay, “O-Kay.”

“I’ve got to run off now little one, try to make the best out of it, alright?”

“I promise, Sister, thank you.”

You sighed again, to no one this time and not out of relief. To be on your own the rest of the tour seemed, in practice, too much. You had only done two shows solo and the limited sanity you had was already wearing thin. Suddenly, you had a strange thought that warmed your body: if you’re the only one then that means more time for you and Papa to get to know each other.

Your traitorous heart gave a squeeze. More time alone with him couldn’t possibly be a bad thing… could it?

Perhaps? Perhaps not. But you could certainly think of many, many bad things to do.

One week later

Your heart was pounding as you did your final checks. Everything tonight was going to run perfectly.

The first change went to plan, then the next. Every second that passed with the two of you in each other's vicinity felt like an eternity. Your own personal hell of stolen glances and small comments. Of shallow breaths and lingering touches.

“Is this new?” He nodded to your night-black long-sleeved dress. All-black was the dress code for backstage crew so tonight you’d opted for a racy mini dress and long black stockings to cover your legs up to the thigh. Only a salacious inch of skin showed between the garments, and Papa couldn’t resist peeking.

Flattered that he noticed, you blushed, “Yes, it is.” You straightened his robes, ensuring the easily-wrinkled fabric lay perfectly in its place.

“I’d like to see it off you later.” He reached with one gloved hand and ran two fingers along the visible skin of your thigh, making you tremble with want. It felt like the little room turned into a furnace, just from that.

Quick as a flash he grabbed his prop from your open palm before you could react and darted back out to the stage, leaving you in shock with the realization that he wants you just as badly as you want him.

You pace back and forth, setting everything out for the next change. At one point the stage manager pops in, asks you if you need anything and you assure them that you’re good.

There’s only one person who can give you what you need.

As soon as the cue hits for him to exit your palms tingle in anticipation. Your eyes lit up as you saw him, stripping him out of the floor-length robe immediately to get started on the next change. But Papa had other ideas.

His gloved hands grabbed you firmly, one on your jaw and the other at your waist to pull you into a deep and sensuous kiss. You felt the electricity between you buzz from your lips down to your toes. Your body responded before you truly realized what was happening, and you kissed him back with equivalent enthusiasm.

He growled as you parted your lips to dart your tongue out, grazing his teeth once before going back on the next kiss to taste his tongue. You moaned, greedily, taking in a deep breath through your nose to inhale his bouquet of fragrant cologne and hair products. It felt like the two of you were kissing with the need of long-lost lovers, reunited after a decade of time. He grabbed and groped at your body, pulling you closer as though he never wanted to let you go.

You did your best not to be too handsy with him in return, as you didn’t want to fuck up his costume.

Fuck! His costume!

The head-spinning thrill of the kiss made him miss his cue to go back on stage, both of you too caught up in the passion of the moment to feel the world around you. You broke the kiss and violently threw items at him to put on. Luckily this change was one of the easier ones, but it never looked good for Papa to delay his return to the stage.

The stage manager came in again, “Everything alright in there?”

“Yes! Just a stubborn zipper again!” You laughed breathily to cover up your anxious flitting about while Papa stayed silent.

“Alright, well, hurry it along, the ghouls are going to start eating each other out there if not.” They sounded less than pleased before cutting back out of the tiny room.

“Heard.” You replied curtly, not in the mood to have your moment ruined any further.

“I don’t know how to say this without sounding like a dickhead,” your breath caught in your chest. Did he regret the kiss? “You have a little, er, smudge.” He motioned towards his lip.

You looked in the mirror beside you, hells below, he was right! You had black makeup from him smudged all over.

He giggled his way back out, leaving you furiously rubbing at your lips and chin, your face fully flushed with embarrassment.

By the next quick change, you two had a pattern working perfectly.

First, change out of the previous costume.

Second, put the next one on.

Third, and most importantly, spend any and all remaining seconds kissing each other like giddy teenagers.

You both became a desperate mess of hands, lips, and teeth. You even picked up a few new tricks: one of which being that you could tie his tie exceedingly well while he had his tongue in your mouth. You got a little too handsy now, stroking him through his pants as his hands gripped your rear. Feeling him growing with every motion was spurring you on, making you almost delirious with need.

“I’ll see you shortly.” He exhaled heavily, palming the front of his pants to adjust the placement of his dick. It was adorable how he was going to go out there like this, pantomiming that nothing had transpired, but you were fine with it, it was a little game.

“I’ll be waiting.” You called after him.

The longest break in the show was up next, and you already knew what to do. You were on your knees before he finished the song, his cue to move backstage for his change came and when he saw you he stopped in his tracks.

“Don’t just stand there now, come over here and let me taste you.” Your bold words seemed to almost miss him, as he looked to be in a trance. He soon snapped out of it, taking a few steps to you and closing the distance.

He stroked your hair, “You don’t have to do this right now, we can wait until later.”

His suggestion was tempting but unnecessary, you were committed to this. “I gave you a problem, and I want to take care of it for you. May I?” You pleaded up at him and his mouth dropped open.

“Yes. Fuck, please.”

With his explicit permission you went to work. It was well-known that Papa went commando on stage. However, this didn’t make it any less difficult for you to peel the “rat-eaten” black pants off of him. His sweat combined with the stiff, unforgiving tightness of the trousers and made it quite difficult for you to wrench him from the tight fabric.

You wrestled the fabric down, exposing the very tops of his delicious thighs and in the middle, his magnificent thick cock sprung forth. Your mouth watered at the sight, so long and hard, how you wanted - no - needed to taste him.

You wet your lips, looking up at him and not wanting to waste any more time as you pressed your tongue lightly to the underside of the hot tip. You flicked your tongue to the very end, where a bead of pre-cum was leaking out.

Tasting him stirred something within you that made your insides clench. You wanted so much more than just to give him a sloppy blow job in the stage right closet at a ritual. But this would have to do for now.

The salt of his sweat on your tongue was like a drug to you, and you needed more of everything. You impaled yourself on his length, gagging obscenely as you took as much of him into your mouth as possible.

He groaned as you sucked at him, your tongue working to massage the underside of his shaft. You bobbed your head back and forth, one of your hands coming up to follow the motion of your mouth. It slid back and forth easily, the copious amount of spit already coating his length made for ideal lubrication.

Your other hand steadied yourself by gripping his exposed thigh, squeezing the flesh lightly, your fingertips satisfied just by touching his bare skin. You felt your arousal again, a pulse at the apex of your legs thrumming to almost fierce levels. Fuck, you wanted to put one of your hands between your own legs, but right now, your focus was solely on Papas pleasure.

He exhaled with a ‘ha’ sound, another groan making its way out through his clenched teeth. You felt one of his hands curl itself through your hair, pulling slightly to get your attention.

You looked up at him, and you were so turned on by the sight. Papa’s face was contorted in lustful indulgence. Some of his hair plastered itself to his forehead while other pieces stuck out at the sides as though he had been running his fingers through the salt-and-pepper strands. You made a quick mental note to fix it before he went back on stage.

He pulled again at your hair and you removed your mouth from him, although your hand continued to work, stroking up and down his entire shaft.

“Fuck my mouth Papa.” The words in your desire-filled heart spoke themselves aloud.

He growled, “Open up.”

You did exactly as you were told, moving both hands now to his thighs as he readjusted his grip on your hair. The music was changing, the instrumental interlude was almost to an end. Your mouth opened wide and you got your wish.

Papa fucked your mouth as though the success of the ritual depended on it. He wasted no time pressing his impressive length into your mouth and throat as far as it could go. Your gag reflex was being obliterated with each thrust of his hips forwards. After several quick, punishing blows to your throat it finally relaxed. You were at his mercy, and mercy, he was not pulling any punches.

Tears stained your cheeks, an ache started in your jaw, and your facial muscles tensed. The pressure, the pain was all made worth it as you looked up through bleary eyes to see Papa. His chest shuddered with every breath. His heterochromatic eyes watched you and his eyebrows were knit together. Papa's mouth hung open and dirty remarks, expletives, and guttural sounds of pleasure sputtered out.

“Look at you, so wanton, so needy for my cock that you’ll kneel before me.”

You hummed in response, pressing your thighs together to try to gain even a slight bit of friction between them.

It could have been the vibrations from your hum that put him over the edge, or maybe it was that he knew he had to get back out there, but his grasp in your hair tightened. Your scalp flashed in white hot pain as he cried out in one final thrust and painted the back of your throat with hot, heavy spurts of his release.

You swallowed greedily, not wanting a single drop to be missed as he pulled out of your mouth and moved to quickly pull his pants back up. He knelt down unexpectedly, and you met his gaze. His gloved hands wiped the tears from your cheeks as he leaned forward and kissed you on your swollen lips.

“Grazie, mi amore, I shall return the favor after the show.”

With one final caress to your cheek with his hand, he stood, pulling his bright, glittering jacket on one arm at a time. You watched, rosy-cheeked and soft-eyed as he straightened his clothes, checking himself out in the mirror. Of course he looked over everything except his hair.

You snapped out of your lightheaded stupor with a second of time to remain, shooting to your feet, “Wait!”

He turned towards you and you wiped your damp hands on your thigh-highs before reaching up to smooth his soft hair back into place. You covered his eyes and with your dominant hand snagged the miniature can of hairspray out of your stash of supplies to fix everything back in place.

You’d be damned if you didn’t do your job.

Papa grabbed you by your collar once you dropped your hands, kissing you once more before heading back on stage. The scent of hairspray, his cologne, and sweat created a haze for you to dream in, thinking of the implications of his words from earlier.

You couldn’t wait for him to return the favor.

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pickle-de-packle · 2 months

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Pictures - Papa IV (Ghost)

Translations

To my Love - Al mio amato

My dear - Mia cara

Word Count: 454

Copia was set to go on his first tour as Papa in a few weeks. Unfortunately, due to your increased responsibilities within The Ministry, you couldn’t go. You thought about getting him something he could take on the tour to remind him of you, but nothing you thought about was quite right.

As you lay in your shared bed waiting for him to come to bed. Hating how the preparations for the upcoming tour have been keeping Copia so occupied that by the time the day is over he’s too tired to do anything with you.

It hit you!

You sit bolt upright in bed, wide awake. How could you be so stupid, this idea was brilliant! You hop out of bed and dig through your desk for what you need. Polaroid, scrapbook, and pens.

A homemade boudoir book will be perfect to give Copia. You sit back on the bed and think of how to do this. He would leave The Ministry in two weeks, coupled with how busy he is gives you plenty of time to take photos and put the book together.

Over the next week and six days, you go through about two sets of Polaroid refills. You sit in your office with the door locked as you take out everything. You sort through the pictures you took, making two piles. After burning the discarded pictures you have about three dozen left.

Laying out the pictures you rearrange them until you’re happy with the order. As you place the pictures in the book you decide doddle hearts at the bottom but write something on the last picture.

The last picture in the book was taken after a rare moment you and Copia got this week. Taken from the back, you were bent over and naked, with his cum dripping out of your puffy and red pussy. You wrote at the bottom ‘Come back & make me your Prime Mover’

You giggle at this as you secure the picture and close the book. You wrap the book in deep blood-red paper, tie it with black string, and write ‘Al mio amato’ on a simple tag.

As you enter your shared room with the book under your arm you see Copia packing the last of his things for the tour.

“Mio cara!” Copia smiles as he turns to you. “

Hi, you got room for one more thing?” you ask handing him the present.

He takes it with a nod, “Don’t open it until after your first show,” you say before kissing him.

“Oh?” he quirks an eyebrow as you pull back.

“Promise?” you mutter lips hoving over his.

“Promise,” he rasps closing the gap, picks you up, and walks over to the bed.

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canarycolemine · 1 year

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In Season

Summary: Springtime means one thing: getting railed in a sundress.

Papa Emeritus IV x Original Female Character

Warnings/Tags: 18+ for explicit sexual content, light dom/sub, older man/younger woman, oral sex, vaginal sex

WC: 3k

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Sister Evie had been waiting weeks for the weather to turn right to wear her new dress around the Abbey. She ordered it specifically for the warmer season and knew it would highlight every one of her curves deliciously. Light pink, with a corset wait and ankle length billowing skirt. Perfectly twirlable. Tits pushed up to high heavens. She knew her Papa could simply not resist how innocent she looked.

It was a Sunday, on a day where all siblings of sin and clergy members were permitted to wear street attire. Sister Evie sauntered down to the dining hall for her breakfast - her long black hair flowing behind her. So carefully planned, she was later than most siblings to the meal.

She could feel nerves building as she was nearing the hall, the cacophony of fellow siblings socializing starting to become closer. She was not known to wear such pompous clothing. Mentally, she reassured herself: siblings are kind to one another, always supportive.

And, Papa would not be able to take his eyes off of her sweet form.

Evie took a breath, knowing she had to remain calm to play the role. She wanted Papa to see her in the pretty dress. She wanted him to have sinful thoughts about her, dreaming of corrupting her, using her and discarding her. And she would remain sweet to only him.

The sister realized that a new kind of nerves was building her stomach. She needed to put those thoughts out of her mind, she had a performance to give.

She rounded the corner to enter the dining hall. The entire abbey was already fast at work on the fine spread prepared for breakfast. Groups of siblings chatting, laughing and at ease.

It was always interesting to see siblings out of their cassocks and habits, in favor of the other clothes they owned. Band t-shirts and ripped denim jeans, smart skirts and comfortable sweaters. Although being in a uniform made getting ready easier, there was something to be said about the lack of individuality. Who knew Brother Ezra was into Whitney Houston? How does Sister Diane’s boobs look incredible in everything she wore?

Evie smiled, taking in the sight of her found family.

“Holy shit, Evie!” Sister Kate drew attention to Evie.

Other siblings turned to the object of the sources’ gasp. A chorus of gasps and wolf-howls were directed towards Evie. She had worried for naught. The sister blushed and averted her gaze, waving away the compliments.

She knew that she was often perceived as just purely sweet by the fellow siblings. She was the hard working, kind sister of the infirmary. But damn, she knew how to dress her body. Who knew she possessed such a figure?

The man staring her down.

Papa IV had held his breath since she had walked in. He was worried why his sweet Evie was late to breakfast, hopefully her allergies weren’t acting up. It was that time of year. Either way, she would certainly need to be punished for making him worry. All thoughts left his mind at the sight of her in her pink dress. She looked so soft for him, pure.

By Lucifer, she just twirled in her dress for her friends, his heart melted. How the older man adored his sweet Evie.

His fondness for her turned into a heat, a need to touch her. Oh, she was going to make this a difficult meal for Papa.

Evie shifted her gaze up to the head tables, where the upper clergy ate their meals. She smiled sweetly at her Papa. His gaze was stoic but entirely zoned on her.

She had him exactly where she wanted him. A sly grin graced her face.

The sister walked over to the breakfast spread to pick out her meal. Strawberries were in season, she simply must have them.

After sufficiently filling her plate, Evie sat with her friends. She positioned herself so that she could be in full gaze of Papa.

“He’s looking at you, Evie.” Sister Diane said.

“Good.” Evie said confidently, casually. She did not want to let Papa know that she knew what she was doing. She was a lamb, he was the butcher. “What should I do now?”

“Eat the strawberries all sexy.” Sister Kate sat facing away from Papa, like she was the director of the scene. “Like, ‘oh, I love having things in my mouth! Please Papa, you next!’”

“Don’t be so loud, Papa might hear you” Diane interjected. “We’re creating a scene: Evie gets railed in a sundress.”

Evie was now thoroughly laughing at her friends’ frankness. “I’ve always appreciated your subtlety, sisters.”

Delicately biting into the sweet fruit, Evie made a show of wiping the juice that trickled down her neck onto her chest. Kate made a face at Evie’s blatant performance. “Ever the performer!” All the while, Evie avoided the mismatched gaze of Papa.

His gaze never left her. How brash of a show she was putting on. Wrapping her lips around the bulbous fruits, gently wiping her breasts. She looked perfectly corruptible. There was no way she didn’t know what she was doing to the older man. It was almost mocking him.

“Something the matter, Copia?”

Papa IV turned to the voice, it was his ever flamboyant, boisterous predecessor.

“No, no, no. Nothing is the matter”

“Fratello, you’ve been staring down the little Sorella ever since she walked in.” The Third Emeritus brother smirked, gazing down at Copia's lap. “I can see the, ah, effect she has on you.”

Copia focused his gaze, angrily on the dandy man.

“I would feel the same, you see. She’s a lovely sorella, and that dress, I would very much like to see it on the ground in my quarters.”

“Tread lightly, fratello…”

“And what I would give to hear her scream my name, instead of yours. She’s quite loud, you know, I can hardly sleep when she visits you in the night.”

“Stai zitto! Figlio di puttana!” Papa IV smacked his hand down onto the head table. “Let’s see who she screams for then, si?”

By now, the entire hall had gone quiet, staring at the scene that erupted at the upper clergy’s table.

Papa IV, pushed back from his chair and walked towards the tables of the lower siblings. His pace was deadly, determined, hungry.

Evie saw Papa boring towards her, that familiar fear creeping up again. The fear that elicited the sweetest feelings, the helplessness she would soon feel.

“Sister Eve, would you care to join your Papa for a walk?” Papa IV said through gritted teeth, he was angry, desperate to feel ownership.

“Hello Papa,” Evie said, as she stood to greet her Papa with courtesy. “I would love t-” Before she could answer, Copia gripped her arm and forced her along, leaving the dining hall at a pace that nearly made her trip.

“Copia, where are we going?” Evie stumbled along.

“It’s Papa now, pet, you know so much better than that.” He dragged the body down the halls of the Abbey.

“Wearing that dress, I bet you felt so pretty. You made quite the show at the meal, no? I’ve never seen anyone enjoy strawberries as much as you did. You almost looked as happy as when you have your pretty mouth wrapped around me.”

Evie was thoroughly blushing, but she was vindicated. She was getting exactly the Sunday she wanted. Copia peered down at the woman he was dragging along

“You won’t have that fucking grin on your face in a moment, my sweet.”

They arrived at the upper clergy suits. Evie could feel the bruises forming under his firm grip, how she would treasure them later. Papa IV opened his suit door open, pushing the young woman into his room.

With such force, Evie fell to the ground. She heard the door close and the lock click behind her. Two strong leather clad hands gripped her arms and hoisted her back to her feet.

Pressing his front into Evie, Papa IV whispered, “Oh, sweet thing. Please don’t act so scared, please.”

His hand trailed up her arms and pushed her hair out of the way of her ears. “Tesoro, what a shame. Such a beautiful dress, I’d hate to ruin it. But, I simply must have you wear it as I fuck you.”

Evie whimpered. Her body was turned to face the older man.

Copia’s hands gripped her chin, as he brought his face closer to hers. “Now, I do feel guilty taking my pet away from her breakfast.” His grip tightened. “Perhaps my whore should eat?”

Her eyes scanned his face, fearfully. In truth, his hold on her was causing pain.

His hand came to caress her cheek, wiping the tear that she didn’t know was there. “Shush, now, pet. Look at you, so scared of me. Perhaps, if you behave, I’ll give you a reward, si?”

She nodded, her body otherwise still.

“Kneel.” “Papa, my dress…”

“You better not spill a drop then, eh?”

His grip loosened. Complying, the sister knelt before her man. Now at eye level with her prize. She looked up, wide eyed at the older man. Evie knew this game. Copia loved to pretend he was corrupting an innocent, young woman; he got a thrill knowing she was so much younger than him.

She bit her lip. “Papa? Can I kiss it?”

He nodded.

She moved her hands up his muscular thighs, reaching to the ever hardening bulge in his pants. Gently palming him, she kissed the thick fabric. Copia rewarded her with a groan. Carefully, she unlaced the front of his pants, pulling down the fabric to reveal him. Her cheeks flushed at the sight.

He was well endowed. His member was now thoroughly throbbing, reddening at the tip, now leaking.

She took her time, exploring it’s length with delicate touches. She moved her face closer, applying one gentle kiss to the tip. Another kiss, slightly deeper. Her mouth moved further down, her lips ghosting over a prominent vein on the underside of his shaft.

Knees straightening, she brought her breasts to his length. Copia’s mouth fell open, a small moan escaping. “Fuck!”

Evie carefully enveloped her flesh around his length and moved slowly. Her eyes remained transfixed on his face, chasing his pleasure. She could not deny the burning she was feeling in her core.

“Your mouth, you fucking tease.” Copia now commanded. His eyes shot at her, pupils dilated.

“Yes, Papa.”

Removing herself, she settled herself back. She resumed her routine, kitten licking and kissing every inch of his length. Copia’s hand reached to her hair.

“Take it now, pet. I’m done waiting.”

Eager to now please, Evie sank onto his length. She moved slowly and shallowly at first, just as he loves. Her eyes remained steady on the older man’s face. She went further down, her tongue pressing onto the underside. She hollowed her cheeks, removing him to lavish his tip, before taking him further and deeper. Her head began to bob, now taking him in earnest. Copia’s hand remained in her hair, applying additional pressure, encouraging her to take more of him.

His speed steadily grew. Small breaths escaped his mouth, as he was in the throws of ecstasy. So too, Evie did her best to match his rhythm. Despite her efforts, one particularly deep thrust hit her soft palette, eliciting a gag. She did her best to catch her breath, but she knew that the old man liked to see her struggle keeping up with him.

Swallowing, she could feel the tears falling from her eyes. She peered at him.

Copia looked at Evie, her eyes watering, face flushed. He couldn’t control the whimper that feel from him. Using the hand anchored in her hair, he removed her from his length.

“My sweet, my pet. That's enough for now. You’ve done so beautifully.” Copia lifted her body into an embrace. Evie could still feel how painfully teased he was. He held her there for a moment, moving his hands up her back, gripping her hair and adjusting her head to pull her in for a kiss.

Her moans were stifled by the kiss, which was becoming more desperate. Copia left a trail of kisses to her ear.

“Little one, I need to hear you scream. Can you do that for me?” Evie’s knees nearly gave out from beneath her. “Now tell your Papa: who owns you?”

Evie whined.

Copia tightened the grip in her hair, pulling her back to see her.

"You need to listen, pet. And I said, who owns you?"

“Papa, you do! Papa, please!” She whined. “I’ll do anything, please, just touch me.” Evie was aching with desire, so deliciously neglected. The tears were flowing freely.

“Ah, that's right.”

With a swift motion, Copia lifted his girl over his shoulder. Even in his older age, he was deceptively strong. He carried her body over to his bed, throwing her down onto the satin sheets. Evie laid for a moment, anticipating his touch, which never came.

“Papa?” She gazed up to find him, standing in the same spot from which he threw her.

“You look pretty when you cry, tesoro.” Evie’s head tilted, she was waiting for him to make a move, to pounce on her like a wolf to a hare. “Lift your skirt, and remove your panties.”

“Oh Papa, I’m so sorry.” Evie faked sympathy. Copia’s stare sharpened. She lifted her skirt to show Papa that she had neglected undergarments for the day.

Copia groaned at her bareness. “You are wicked, pet. And who would know? Who would have known that the sweet sister could be so desperate.” Step by step, inching towards her body. Evie’s legs instinctively closed. “And who would have known she was so perverse? So needy, desperate to be owned. A perfect little fuckdoll.”

His figure towered over her.

A doe eyed stare gazed up at the man. Her breaths were shallow. “Papa...”

“Yes, dolcezza, just like that, sing for me.” Copia descended onto her legs, his hand slithering between the soft flesh of her thighs. He tapped once, “let me make my pet feel so good.” Evie opened her legs, “Ah, so beautiful. Already dripping from just taking my cock in your mouth.”

Had Evie not wanted this very moment, she would have cringed at her need. No shame, she needed him.

Copia drew his face down to her sex, and gently kissed her clit. He dragged two fingers through her slit and withdrew them to inspect. “So wet for Papa, si?” She was thoroughly keening at the sight of her arousal.

Hearing her whimpers, Copia continued his ministrations. He made small circles around her entrance, applying a gentle pressure. His tongue continued to lavish her bud, eliciting her whines further. Here he remained for a few moments, building her pleasure.

His mouth enveloped her clit, suckling on the delicate flesh. As he did, his finger delved into her. A guttural moan escaped Evie’s lips. Copia chucked at her reaction, the vibrations from him tickling her further. Another finger joined his efforts, pushing into her velvet heat.

He developed a rhythm between his mouth and his fingers, pumping into her. She could feel him curl his fingers into the spot inside of her, her toes curling at the newly applied pressure. His leather clad hands always felt soft and luxurious.

She could feel the band inside tightening; she was getting close. Already wound up from pleasuring Copia, she knew she would not last much longer.

“Papa, I’m so, so close.” She whined, begging for him.

His face lifted from her sex. “What do you want, pet? Tell Papa.”

“Fuck me!”

Needing no further instruction, Copia stood, withdrawing his fingers from her. He freed his cock from his trousers, still aching from Evie’s ministrations. With one thrust, he entered her. Her screams filled the room.

“Yes, pet, you feel so good.” Copia growled. He paused for her to adjust to his size; he looked down at the woman underneath him. She was writhing, her body begging him to move. “So fucking good for Papa.”

He thrust into her with veracity; Evie gripped the sheets to brace herself. It was almost too much. Her breath barely kept up with his movements. She clenched her walls around him, the band so close to snapping.

Copia brought his hand to her clit, stroking in time with his thrusts.

She felt the pressure grow to it’s highest peak, the heat at a bursting point. “I’m there, Papa, please let me cum, please.” She was unaware of the words she was saying, just desperate to get to her goal.

“No.” Copia said through gritted teeth, his eyes boring down into hers. “Wait.”

Evie huffed. Her head was thrown back, in concentration of holding on. She closed her eyes tight, focused on her breathing. She couldn’t help the moans that fell from her mouth, as Papa relentlessly fucked her.

“Papa, please, I can’t hold on anymore, please.” Her tears were falling once more.

“Show me who you belong to, scream, Evie, scream for Papa.”

“Papa!” as she screamed, she could feel the band break. Her muscles contracted, rocking her body. The white heat flowed through her veins, enrapturing her in the waves of bliss. Her walls bearing down on Copia, he soon followed. His eyes, transfixed on the woman below him, lost in ecstasy.

Evie felt his length twitch in her stomach, a warm release spurting into her. Copia held her hips to steady himself through his orgasm. His finger - still flying on her nub.

She was fighting off the overstimulation, her body growing tired and painful at the overuse. Copia ceased his movements. As her breaths slowed, Copia removed himself from her.

He stepped back, as to remark on the scene he created. His gloved hand returned to her entrance, now leaking with his spend; Copia shoved the dripping fluids back into her. Evie was slowly coming down to Earth.

“Wouldn’t want to get any on your dress, heh?”

“Copia…” Her eyes rolled at his lewd actions. Evie laughed as she broke her character.

“Amore, allow me a moment.” Copia departed to his bathroom, arriving back with a dampened washcloth. He gingerly wiped her legs - so gently, as if tending to wounds. While Copia loved the intense moments of his lust, he adored taking care of his lover when they finished chasing their pleasures. His sweet, his Evie. Once satisfied with his cleaning, Copia joined Evie lying on his bed. He turned her head and pulled her close for a kiss.

“Thank you, Copia.”

“Ah, dolce, it is my pleasure. After all, you said you wanted to get railed in a sundress, si? It is the season.” He smirked at her. “Perhaps we will buy you a replacement dress, I might have gotten too… eh, excited about this one. And we should get you one in blue, to match me, then everyone knows who you belong to,?”

Evie smacked his arm, as Copia wiggled his eyebrows at the suggestion.

She wasn’t opposed to showing everyone who she belonged to.

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calliedion-dungeon · 1 year

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𖤐 Dark Lipstick

Cardinal Copia/Reader Fem/V Word count: 2.2k

Co-workers Flirting, Beginning of an Infatuation

Summary: It was one of your many days of work with the Cardinal, until by a mistake, you drop all the things from your bag, leaving in view of you and the Cardinal the very… interesting things that you carry with you. Warnings:+18 MDNI. Sex Toys,Descriptions of masturbation sort of graphic, Adult Characters Fantazicing with each other, Flirting, Semi-Public Self-Gropping, Edging.

Running through the corridors, your earrings make an annoying jingle in your ears, just as you feel in each jog how the other piercings rub against your clothes, the bag on your shoulder weighs only because you couldn’t be bother to take out the things that you really didn’t need for the day because you’re late, late for you, it’s five minutes before your arrival time.

You have been working in the ministry archive for six months, you were assigned as an intern, it always takes time to get used to a new place, but the kind and strange nature of the treasurer you work with has made you feel very at ease. He didn't ask awkward questions, always professional and proper, that was the weirdest thing, he didn't harass you with questions about your piercings, or tattoos, or your hair color, in fact he even seemed to like it, consequently, made you like him too.

Often at work, it makes your day having that clumsy Cardinal around, it made you also feel free to stare at his figure since he’s not your boss, you just work together, and the view was not bad at all, the belt from his cassock hugged his figure at the waist, accentuating his back side and dark lord below! That was quite enough for you to lose track, every time that happened and he caught you, you just diverted the conversation back to videogames, that topic is always a safe bet with him.

Just when you were about to cross the threshold of the archives office, you collide with the man of your thoughts when you turned around the same corner, nobody fell to the floor, although almost, you stumble backwards still standing, the moment you hear a lot of little things falling "damn" you think to yourself, your bag was open and your belongings fell and are now scattered on the floor.

“Sorella, are you alright? I’m sorry I didn’t see you” says Cardinal Copia, breathless, reaching for your arms, but you turn your focus on your stuff on the floor.

“I’m no sister, Cardi” you remind him, Despite the fact that you have been working with him for months, he hasn’t stop calling you as a sister of sin, maybe he’s not used to having an outsider working there.

“Certo, sorry again, may I help you with that?” you both kneel and the two of you begin to collect your things together, there really was too much in that bag, more things than one would think would fit.

“Thank you, I’m sorry too, I was running too fast” you smile to him “Like that cartoon? No corran en el hospital, cabrones!” you start laughing, he looks at you confused showing off his charming teeth, crinkles his eyes trying to understand your reference.

“I’m afraid I’m not familiar to that, Y/N” he hands you your tiny note book and gel pens.

“Really? That anime cartoon, the nurse screaming?” you insist. Copia only smiles at you raises his hands unknowingly. You didn't realize that you stared for a moment just seeing how cute he looks making that gesture, you think you see him smirking before he looks down grabbing more stuff.

“Here’s your makeup” he hands you objects that you didn’t glance.

“I already gathered those” you say while you pick up the 100+ bobby pins on the floor, or so they seem to be that many.

“Then what is this?” he asks curious, you finally look at the two black cylinders on his hand, you recognized them right away, and your blood run cold. You forgot they were there.

“Be carefull with that, specially the big one” you warn the clueless man while he examines the object with his gloved fingers.

“Why? What is it?” he asks again not looking at you yet, your face painted in fear.

“Concealer?” you lie blatantly smiling, hoping he doesn’t…

“Sorry let me put it back” he hands it to you, but at that moment the lid falls off, he notes there’s no makeup in that cylinder, he presses the white button that lights the tiny lantern “Oh! It’s a flashlight! What a fantastic little thing, what’s this button for?” he presses the red button, which activates the small electrical charge of the taser, makes a noise that gets him a little scared.

“Cardinal!” you hope he hasn’t hurt himself; he starts laughing at his own surprise “Ok, that was funny, now give me…” You see that he takes another of your little things and opens it and at that moment you really turn pale or blushed, you’re not sure, maybe both at once.

“Is this a lipstick? Oh! What a lovely shade, I’ve never seen you with this one… not that I’ve noticed… I mean… your lips have always pretty colors, like black and blue, or purple… ch-cherry…” he rambles looking at the lipstick shaped object, and instead of taking it back by force, his compliments distract you from doing so, mainly because you never thought he could notice you, specially not to remember the color of your lipsticks.

“Thank you, that’s really nice, this one is called “Eggplant” Do you like it?” you point at your own lips, subtly, you press your lower lip with your finger to make your lips look puffier, he flushes right in the spot as soon as he stares at your plump lips, you catch his reaction and smile at him.

“Yes… it’s dark and glossy… Why you never wear this one? Looks brand new” he speaks looking at the bright red-orange lipstick, very phosphorescent, with a matte texture.

“…This isn’t a place for judgement, right?” you decide to try to explain, hoping not to scare him away. The poor Cardinal is still a little disturbed by looking at your lips with such impudence, but he can't help but tremble a little, his heart is going a thousand miles an hour.

“Of course not, sist… Y/N” he says with the kindest smile on his beautiful face, however, he’s not sure why would you ask that.

“Well… This isn’t a lipstick” you try to guide his thoughts.

“It isn’t? It’s so velvety” still looking lost, he turns the object trying to guess, then he lifts one finger having an idea to share “Is this like one of those candies?” he says while looking closely at the tip, before you can say something he takes it to his mouth, you wide your eyes astonished, it was not something you expected, but the fact that he is savoring it, slowly, sends a wave of heat between your legs

“Doesn’t taste that much, but it does taste really nice and sweet, subtle like butter” those words had your head spinning and your thighs rubbing together, you were now inside the office standing near the door.

He just licked and sucked on it like it was nothing. Why would he put something in his mouth if he’s not sure what it is? And what’s worse, it had you throbbing unintentionally at the sight of the Cardinal wetting the toy with his tongue, he even left it stained black from his own lip paints, and described the flavor favorably, your flavor, he tasted you and he liked it, you think he closed his eyes when he did it, you almost didn’t control rolling your eyes in ignite desire while watching.

“Is it… an eraser?” he asks, letting you out of your thoughts, you were definitely heaving a little, swallowing hard almost sweating you nod.

“Nope” you say “There’s a button in the bottom” you hint, he does his adorable unaware expression, you also notice you two where never this close, so with your eyes you eat every second of it.

“Wait, is this one of these prank thingies and this button is going to buzz me?” he looks at you feigning distrust, the way he closes his eyes surrounded by black paint makes him look so handsome, you must depress biting your lip.

“No, I promise, don’t be silly, it’s not for hurting” you try to make him feel confident about it, maybe a lot of people do pranks on him, you have to let him know that you’re not going to.

“Like that taser?” he says, incredulous now for not guessing.

“Just press it” you insist. He was going to ask you to do it with him, but thinking that maybe it’ll be too dumb to ask, he presses it.

“What? It vibrates? What’s that for? … Ooohh” he widens his eyes finally realizing what it is turning red in a split second “Oohh dear! How do you turn off this thing?!” He tries desperately to turn it off by pressing the button over and over, but it only makes the vibration stronger “It gets faster?”

Leaving aside your hornyness for what has happened, you burst out laughing and take the toy from his trembling hands, quickly switch it off and pop the lid shut. Once you stopped laughing so much, you looked at him a little worried, the poor Cardinal looked shaken by what had happened.

“Are you well? It was just a joke, Cardinal, I know it’s quite off-color, but…” maybe it was too much, maybe you crossed the line.

“That’s what I get for being nosy, caro” he snorts smiling, making you feel relaxed.

“It was hilarious, wasn’t it?” you reaffirm, while he’s as red as an apple

“It was… oh! I licked it; how can I be that sciocco?”

You both giggled a little more after that to cut the conversation, but most certainly your minds were still hovering over what just happened and pretend it didn’t.

He was so nervous to have gotten his hands on something that had been between your smooth legs, now his imagination was running wild imagining you using it, pleasuring yourself being so wet and hot, caressing delicately your bud as your juices run down your, now that he knows it, delicious entrance, his mouth watering and tongue begging to taste it once more, wishing to dip the toy in you and clean it off with his mouth, to feel your warmth of your lips into his and give you the relief you seek, if only he could be what you’re craving for.

During the day, you spent it internally debating whether it would be too obvious for you to disappear to pretend to go to the bathroom and finish what the Cardinal started with his little stunt, it would not be credible if you go to another bathroom further away, since the office bathroom you could not avoid making noise either with your moans or with the vibration of the toy. An ache began to grow in your core.

Every time you remember his lips passing through the tip, leaving traces of you on his tongue, you felt that your heart would jump out of your chest and a sudden fever would fill your forehead with sweat beads, trying to get him out of your thoughts you move in your seat, getting closer to the desk, your little bumps caught Copia's attention, looking at you out of the corner of his eye, imagining that the one below you could be him while you make that movement, the thought made him throb in his pants.

Copia was still lost in his thoughts, after half a minute that he realizes that he cannot understand the accounts in front of him to move forward, he discovers his own hand on his crotch, specifically gently squeezing his glans between his index finger and thumb, blushing, he stops and looks around a bit, hoping that no one has seen him, being sure that it hasn't, discreetly, under his desk he decides to continue a bit, still thinking of you and how you would use that lipstick, playing with yourself, that makes him completely hard in seconds, he feels the moisture that is accumulating from his movements hidden in his foreskin, with the other hand on the desk, he rests his head to pretend that he is reading his computer.

What he does is difficult because he has so many layers of clothing, but by this point the pressure of his hands that has been increasing makes everything work well, so well that he closes his eyes and has the need to thrust. He must stop or he will reach the point of no return.

Luckily for him, you closed a drawer of the metal file cabinet hard enough, breaking his focus, Copia remained edging himself, but this time it wasn't because of his decision, even so, he took it as a sign to stop.

Once the day is over, it was painfully long for the two of you, you say goodbye as you always have, without any change, wishing each other good night and so on. Until you decide to do something bold, when you’re about to say goodbye with a kiss on the cheek, you take him by the shoulders and say looking into his eyes.

“FYI, Cardinal, I used it this morning” you say in the sweetest tone, smiling, right after you place the usual goodbye kiss, leaving the mark of your dark lipstick on his cheek intentionally. He froze in place, immediately his eyes dilated, so much that the white eye was almost all black, he relishes at the softness of them in his face and your sweet breath.

You leave the office quickly, without giving him time to answer or comment, you walk quickly to your car, you can’t wait to get back home and you can rub his black paint in your body.

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tyarichtofen · 11 months

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His Eminence. Part I/II

Cardinal Copia x Reader - Masterlist

This one took me so much time jekghoej i'm so sorry Also ! I have a real problem with 'Your Eminence' rn so be prepared ghesties I kind of rushed the end, sorry :[

Warnings : smut, Dom Copia (he's kind of a dick?), thigh riding, orgasm denial cuz im a slut for that lately, also not proofread am deeply sorry

2.5k words

The room was calm, except for the brave few who whispers in defiance of the disciplinary rigor of the Cardinal and his usual bearing. Sitting at the last row of the room, you were diving in your already half-full notebook. You scribbled frantically on the sheet, letting your imagination guide you. You shouldn't do that here, really. You shoud listen to his lessons. Despite what your gut told you though, you were writing yet another daydream about the Cardinal and you.

First, it had began as a simple way of escaping the boredom in your chambers -and also because you found the Cardinal scandalously attractive-. But the more you wrote about him, the more your little crush developed.

You wouldn't dare tell anyone about it. A mix of shame and a fear of him finding out. Rumors travel fast in the abbey. And the Cardinal Copia finding out about your ridiculous little crush about him was the last thing you needed. A part of you was sure he would make fun of you in front of every of the other Sisters and Brothers of sin for that.

So every time someone would ask what you're writing, you just pretended to revise your previous lessons. Siblings would throw you weird look after your admission, although they wouldn't say anything and just leave you be. Who would smile so dumbly at their notebook if they're studying ? Was their first thought.

« Copia's lips were soft against mine. Something you wouldn't expect from him, but it's a pleasant surprise. I let myself get carried by him, his hands secured around my waist-

'Ahem,' Copia interrupts and you close your book at light-speed. 'Sister, what are you doing ?' He asks, both of his hands gripping the edge of your desk and leaning over your smaller form. His face doesn't betray an ounce of what could be in his mind, like always. Although you think you can see some sort of annoyance. Which would make sense since you weren't paying attention in his lesson.

'N-nothing, Your Eminence.' You steal a quick glance around you, only to see each of the siblings already looking at you. Your hold on your habit tightens when Copia let an heavy silence hang. Your face is red and you keep looking down at your book in shame.

Of course that would happen someday. You mentally curse yourself and a million questions rush freely around your mind.

In a quick motion, Copia takes the book from you. You stand up to protest before you even have the time to think it. You lift a shaky hand and lean awkwardly over your desk to try and reach it, but the Cardinal is faster than you and has already stepped back.

Copia wears the smirk of the cat who caught the little mouse it had been looking for after a long moment of longing for it. He opens and flicks through the many pages until pausing at today's one.

You stand there in defeat. A cold chill run up and down your spine as you prepare for the worst shame of your life. Your position is rigid as you await for the Cardinal’s wrath anxiously. Copia looks up from your book and make direct eye contact with you. There is undeniable mirth in his eyes. For a moment you wonder how long he waited for this occasion.

He clears his throat, and you think you're fucked. You slump back in your chair, wanting to make as much noise as possible in an attempt to be louder than his voice.

His smirk doesn't falter however he doesn't read out loud. Which is an actual relief. In all honesty you expected him to, knowing how mean this man could be at time for his own pleasure. He basked in the misfortune of some, it appeared, if it was for his own pleasure. You half expected him to bury you in your embarrassment. To rub the knife in the wound and make fun of you.

After he read a few lines, a deep chuckle rose from his chest and his mustache twitch in crooked amusement. You curse yourself for finding it attractive despite the situation. You try to calm your racing heart but to no avail. Your hands are helplessly shaking on your laps and you stare at them as if it would erase everything around you.

The loud thud of your book on his desk makes your gaze flip up to him.

'You will stay with me after class, Sister ?' Copia asks, his back facing you. It sounds like a question but deep down you know he's not asking.

'Yes, Your Eminence.'

The rest of the lesson has been even more silent than the usual. Every time the Cardinal caught your gaze he will smirk again and again. This bastard even interrogated you a couple of times when he never did before. Just to push you further in your unease. Which definitely worked.

The class finishes after what felt like a long, long time. One of your friend wished you good luck before leaving you alone. Alone with Cardinal Copia.

You're ready to face your punishment, you decide. The sooner you're over with it, the better. Still, you stay sitted, eyes on the table before you and don’t dare to utter a word. Copia is already a few feet away from you. Fitted perfectly in his black cassock and his hands crossed behind his back he approaches you dangerously.

'So,' You can feel his powerful gaze travel on your clothed body without shame. 'What's written in there my child ?' Copia asks, dangling the diary he took from you in his hands.

He knows. He read it, of course he knows. But he wants you to say it anyway. That damn audacious bastard.

'Nothing, Your Eminence.' You repeat yourself. It clearly isn't the best choice to deny the truth and you don't even know why you did that but your faith is sealed now, you just hope he would indulge you a bit.

Your hopes were fragile and vail. This man was merciless and deep down you knew it. Now that he had caught you, he won't let you go this easily. Even begging would be useless, although you could try. He'd find it cute for you to try. To actually beg him. Sooner or later you'd be begging him, he decides.

'Hm, I see.' He says, thoughtful for a second. He spins on his heels and goes over to his desk. He sits in his chair before removing his biretta with extra care and placing it on the wood before him. You finally gather the courage to look at him. He's wearing this stupid smirk that has your mind wandering on his face again. His legs are lazily spread and one of his elbow is propped on his knee. 'You don't mind I read a bit further then ?' He continues, already flipping around the pages. Your opinion actually didn’t matter that much to him, he only asked by pure mockery.

'I-' You try to protest again but this time his reaction is not the same. Copia's previously sly grin falters and he looks at you with a scold which makes you close your mouth quicker than you opened it.

'Come here, topolina.' He beckons you closer to him with this same insistance in his eyes. He's playing with you and you find that strangely arousing. If it was any other man you'd be repulsed. But something about the Cardinal just made it make sense.

You take a deep breath to steady yourself before getting up. There is a stutter in your step and a wobble in your knees that doesn't go unnoticed by the Cardinal.

'Sit.' He commands once you're standing in front of him. You look around, trying to find a place to fit but can't seem to find one. 'Sit.' He says again with a lighter voice, patting his right thigh. This stole the words out of your head and made you freeze. There is a heated embarrassment coupled with a desire for more running under your skin.

So you do as you're told and sit on his muscular thigh. A sharp gasp escape your throat when your groin makes contact with him. You're suddenly aware of how wet the situation got you.

A maddeningly cruel chuckle erupts from Copia's throat as he too acknowledge it. He snakes his hands at your waist and secure you on him, adding small pressure on you. He leans forward, his face settling in the crook of your neck. His nose brush against your breathing pipe and you can hear him breath you in. You squeeze your eyes shut, hasty but afraid of what he might do or say.

'You smell delightful, topolina.' He smirks against your hot skin and press a chaste kiss there. A strangled whine is teared away from your throat before you have the time to enjoy the feeling of him so close when he tenses his thigh under you. One of your hand shoot up to cover your mouth and the other grip at his shoulder.

His mustache tickle your skin for only a second before he leans back in the chair again. The closeness was too much and not enough at the same time. He was making you dangle over the precipice. Keeping you waiting and desiring him just more.

'Ah, where was I ?' He mindlessly asks as if the situation wasn't affecting him that much. His right hand keep your waist in a secure grip and the other one maintain your notebook open. 'Ah, sì. Ready little one ?'

You tentatively open your eyes again but quickly look down, almost failing to supress another whine when you see where your bodies are touching. The hand covering your mouth slowly loosens and it instinctively sits atop his other shoulder.

‘Yes, Your Eminence.' You comply to anything he has to offer with a little voice. He smiles a toothy and proud grin upon seeing your face before tilting the book in your direction. You look pretty he thinks, your face all flushed and your eyes wide with astonishment and a tinge of anticipation of what he might do visibly flashing in your mind.

Adorabile topolino.

He shakes the object in his hand and you quickly understand what he wants you to do. You uncomfortably gulp. You look at him for a brief moment, your basheful face is met with his stupid smirk and his absurd arrogance. Half of you want to insult him for his attitude but the other part, the stronger one, want him to wreck you until you even forget your name. Until your legs are shaking and all your tired body can register are his groans and moans.You suddenly clear your tight throat to escape the zone out you were making in your mind. Reality is so much sweeter right now.

'Cardinal Copia's body hovered over mine. Strands of his hair were falling on his forehead from how worked up he was.' Your voice is fragile and it quivers at the end of each sentence. You try to steady it, you try to build a facade of confidence but to no avail apparently. He hums pleasantly in your ear, encouraging you to keep going. That was also a testimony of his own pleasure of your timidity. You don't know if it's part of his teasing but anyway it has a strong effect on you.

You try to squeeze your legs together, but all your met with is more friction with his thigh. 'His grip on my wrists tighten as he pushes his hips flush with mine. A low growl escapes him helplessly at the contact.' Copia's hand started working your body in circles on top of him, his grip tightening slightly around your curves. Once again you obey his command and follow his lead without a word.

Copia swallows thickly, hoping you won't catch on it. His eyes leaves the book to focus on you. He's already hard but that's not how he wants you. All he wants today is to play.

‘Look at me.’ Copia commands. Slowly, you lift your head to meet his gaze. As soon as your eyes make contact with his, a pathetic whine leaves your needy mouth and your back arch toward the Cardinal’s body. The grip you hold on his shoulders tense.

His own breath grows ragged as he watches you. Suddenly, he pulls your body flush against his in a quick motion that has you seeing stars. Your panties are ruined and you can feel yourself gushing over his thigh. Leaving a dirty mess between you.

His breath mix with yours due to the proximity and you hope he’s gonna kiss you. That’s all you’d need to cum. For him to ruin your mouth as much as you’re ruining his cassock right now.

Soon enough your thighs spasm and you fail to supress the whine bubbling up your throat. He laughs with cruelty and you can feel his hot breath against your heated face. He also takes the opportunity to speed up the pace

'Cardinal-' You pant in his clothed shoulder. He closes the book and grips it tightly, the leather of his gloves creaks under his force.

'Sì topolina, just like that.' Your fingernails digs into the fabric of his cassock when you hear his delicate praise.

His nose is brushing against yours, and it's only a matter of second before you give into the temptation of kissing him yourself. When you finally lean into him to try and muffle your obscene noises, he leans back from you. You're on the verge of the precipice and Copia halts your movements.You whine and wiggle and squirm in his strong grasp that keeps you in your place. Tears wells at your eyes.

'Please,' You whisper, not trusting your voice too much given the circumstances. 'Cardinal-'

'Ah, ah.' He quips with his low voice as soon as you try to start moving again. He manhandles you and in a second you're standing on wobbly legs before him. You immediately stare down at his pants and you're suddenly basheful when you see the wet patch you left on his thigh.

'Shh, it's okay topolina.' He reassures, wiping a gentle gloved hand at your tear-stained cheeks. You sniffle and try to calm down, not wanting to seem like a fool to the Cardinal. He lays a soft kiss at the crown of your head.

He wanted to make you cum. Truly, he did. He wanted to see your beautiful face blissed out by an orgasm he would deliver. But oh, how seeing the beautiful tears running down your cheeks, experiencing the shake of your legs around him and because of him was delicious in his vision.

'One last thing topolina mia, hm ?' The Cardinal inquires, brushing a rebellious strand of hair behind your ear. You look up at him with doe eyes. 'Don't you dare touch yourself before I do.' He commands with a quiet voice, tilting your face up to meet his gaze with deft fingers under your chin.

It's all he says, before staring at your lips for a moment and leaving the room with no other words, your book in his hands.

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honey-tongued-devil · 7 months

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Sinners' tango

It wasn't just meant to be a small collection of Papa x Sister of Sin!Reader, but also to have a little interpretation key. So, as usual, I invite you to comment/like to show your support!

I really like the idea that the Ministry of Ghosts is a matriarchal pyramid, where even though Papa seems like the most important figure, Sister Imperator is the one who holds the reins of everything. Furthermore, I like that this isn't seen as a threat to anyone's masculinity within the clergy.

This series had a bit of this in mind. The woman isn't shown to allow more or less everyone to insert/identify themselves, yet her presence is so strong that even without ever seeing her face, you should be able to perceive her as the dominant figure in the composition. Sometimes she simply doesn't bother to look at those who are looking at the images, as if leaving the dirty work to someone else, other times she plays with her men, who allow themselves to be moved docilely.

There's also a certain sensuality, the idea of intimacy between the sister and the pope, and the various popes looking into the camera is like an awareness of their position. It's a submissive, almost devoted but still proud. Except for Copia, but not because he's not devoted to her, but because he, more than anyone, couldn't take his eyes off her.

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ghulehunknown · 6 months

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Papa Headcanons! 💋🫂

Day 13 of KINKTOBER is here! 🎃

**RATED PG-13, borderline NSFW**

My headcanons of making out and cuddling with the Papas

Primo

Talks very sweetly; lots of cute but old-fashioned pet names

Lets you rest your head on his chest

Doesn’t use tongue unless you initiate

Big spoon, holds you gently

Serene for the most part, but abruptly interrupted by his coughing fits ):

Always falls asleep before you, usually mid-kiss or mid-cuddle

Secondo

Holds your head very firmly in his hands while kissing you

Slips in tongue

Plants kisses on your neck

Takes control but wants to be on the bottom while cuddling so you’re laying on his chest otherwise he’s big spoon

Holds you protectively, rubs your back soothingly and runs his hands through your hair

Gives massages

Terzo

Sticks his tongue down your throat and goes straight to your pants but complies when you ask just for kisses and cuddles

Presses his body against yours

You can always feel his erection through his pants, purposefully on his part

Kisses like he hasn’t seen you in years

His phone keeps going off

He doesn’t care if he’s big or little spoon

Leaves hickeys and bite marks

Cardinal Copia

Nervous and sweaty

His mustache tickles your face

You can always feel his erection through his pants, accidentally on his part

Usually one of his rats will crawl on you if you stay still too long while cuddling

Wraps all his limbs around you while snuggling as if he’s afraid you’ll fall off the bed or escape

Likes to be little spoon

Popia

Starts with a sweet little peck on your cheek

Usually ends with his hands around your waist and feeling you up, but it’s a slow build up to that

Holds your chin in his hand and kisses your nose

Tells you what his every next move is so you know what to expect

Tells you about his day/asks you about yours

Adjusts his position if he senses you are uncomfy or smushed

Nihil (for shits and giggles)

Sneezes and sharts himself

You run away because it smells

#the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band smut #papa emeritus x reader #ghost band fanfic #copia is my husband #papa emeritus iv #terzo #copia emeritus #kinktober 2023 #papa emeritus smut #papa emertius #terzo x reader #primo x reader #secondo smut #terzo fanfiction #secondo x reader #cardinal copia x reader #copia x reader

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copias-girl · 1 year

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To Catch a Cardinal: Chapter X

This is the song playing at the beach! <3

A/N: Ok it’s finally here!! Get ready for some fun in the sun! ☀️ Also fun fact I’m a certified lifeguard and trained in first aid and CPR so everything in this is actually accurate! Except for the fact that I made it ridiculously horny lmaoo

All chapters here <3

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You’d finally arrived at the beach, you and your friends scrambling to get out of the car and grab your things from the trunk.

Copia was slower than the rest of you due to being so self conscious after Rob’s comments about him in the car. He was apprehensive to be in the pit of snakes that was your friend group, however he didn’t want to disappoint you.

Like a good trooper, he took a breath before getting out of the car. He carried his boombox and the black and white striped umbrella, and once you found a good spot, he stuck it in the sand. Rob put the cooler in the shade, and you all began laying your towels down side by side.

Taking a deep inhale of the balmy sea air, a bright smile spread across your face. It was so wonderful to be back by the ocean.

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The last time you’d been at the beach was the previous summer, when the Papas were going and Terzo insisted on bringing you along. You smirked to yourself at the memory; of how Terzo had faked drowning so you’d rush into the water and save him. You had worriedly dragged the unresponsive man onto the sand, beginning to perform CPR on him. However, as soon as your lips brushed his to give him mouth to mouth resuscitation, you felt two arms snaking tightly around you while Terzo stuck his tongue into your mouth in a passionate French kiss.

Surprised, you had squealed into his mouth, swatting at him as you tried to pull away.

“You pervert! Get back here!” You shouted once he had finally released you, laughing and chasing after the man as he ran for his life, wearing the smallest speedo you’d ever seen.

“Fratello, tu coglione! Stop harassing Sorella or she’ll leave the ministry because of you!” Secondo barked at his brother, crossing his arms and flicking his shades back on in annoyance.

“You’d really miss little ol’ me?” You giggled, huffing in exhaustion as you and Terzo stopped chasing each other around and sat back on your towels with the other Papas.

“Of course. I’m not losing my favourite Sorella just because questo carciofo can’t keep his hands off her.” Secondo sniffed, not taking his eyes off the book in his hands. As much as he tried to act serious and scary, he just couldn’t hide his soft spot for you.

Primo had spent most of his time in the shade, slathered in sunscreen and trying to shoo off seagulls when they tried to steal his peach slices. However, his mismatched eyes lit up in interest each time you came back from the water, dumping a bucket of seashells and sea glass next to him so the two of you could sort through them together.

Coincidentally, you’d found a green piece of sea glass which you gifted to Secondo, a violet one that you presented Terzo with, and a red one that you excitedly gave to Primo. To this day, they all still had the little pieces, keeping them on their desks as a reminder of you.

Overall, the four of you had a ridiculously fun day, and you wondered why you didn’t go to the beach more often. Perhaps it was because of the terrible sunburn that Terzo developed after that day.

“I told you not to use all that tanning oil!” Secondo had scolded his younger brother as he drove you all home.

“The Emeritus bloodline does not tan well.” Ghostly pale Primo solemnly nodded in agreement from the front seat.

“Come fottutamente ovvio! I think I fucking know that now! Ow, cazzo!” Terzo groaned while you comforted him, the two of you sitting in the back seat.

And for two whole weeks you’d been assigned to slather aloe vera all over Terzo while the cheeky bastard coyly smirked at you. You always wondered if he got that sunburn on purpose.

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“Where’s your towel?” You asked Copia, noticing he didn’t have one with him.

“Ah, shit…” He mumbled, averting his gaze shyly. “Ho dimenticato…”

“You could share with me. I didn’t realize this was a bigger one when I grabbed it.” You offered, gesturing to your big square beach towel, the black one with the white grucifix on it.

“I-I don’t want to pester you, Sorella.” The Cardinal shook his head timidly.

“Nonsense! Otherwise I’ll be lonely on this big towel all by myself.” You giggled. Everyone had taken their clothes off, having their swimsuits underneath, and Copia began to do the same. He anxiously took his hoodie off, then his sweatpants, then pulled his t-shirt over his head and sat down on your towel to remove his shoes and socks. Funnily enough, the man looked the most bashful when he removed his gloves. Copia felt terribly naked without his gloves.

You gaped at him for a moment, having to hide your grin. Your friends were already snickering to each other about it, and you didn’t want the poor man to think you were laughing at him too. But sweet Satan, he was wearing one of those old fashioned black and white striped men’s one-piece swimsuits. It was basically like a tank top with shorts attached. Of course Copia would wear one of those. Part of you was disappointed that you didn’t get to see the man shirtless, but you were also delightfully amused at how on-brand it was. Besides, it was fairly tight, and obviously allowed you to see much more of him than his cassocks did.

Before you could study Copia any further, your friends were all chanting for you to give them a fashion show with your new bikini.

“Alright aright, gimme a second!” You laughed, going behind the umbrella to undress. You shoved your clothes into your beach bag before stepping into view.

“Well, here it is!” You shrugged, giving them a little twirl.

You looked like an infernal goddess. And the tiny black bikini hardly left anything to the imagination. The top- with ‘See you in Hell’ cheekily written on it- cupped your breasts perfectly; barely containing them as they slightly spilled out, creating a delicious cleavage. And the bottoms- if you could even call them bottoms- were basically just a little black thong with the grim reaper on the front.

Rob wolf-whistled as your girlfriends hollered and cheered at you, causing you to laugh at their reactions.

“Unholy moly, settle down!” You giggled, turning around and giving them another view of your voluptuous ass, coyly looking over your shoulder before beginning to laugh.

“Unholy moly is right…” Rob murmured with a smirk.

“Haven’t you guys ever seen a girl in a bikini before?” You asked in amusement.

“Not like you! Ugh, body goals.” Mable sighed dreamily.

“I know right? What was the Dark Lord thinking when he made you??” Lilith added.

“Speak of the Devil, when we get home I’m going to make an offering to Satan so he’ll make me look like you!” Ava beamed.

“You guys are too much.” You giggled, waving them off. You noticed how Emily was a bit quiet, side-eyeing Rob while he drooled over you.

Your eyes finally flicked to Copia, but you were immediately alarmed as you saw blood gushing out of his nose while he stared at you, his cheeks red and his wide eyes trained intensely on you.

“Cardinal!” You gasped, rushing to kneel beside the man. “Are you alright?”

Copia was unresponsive, continuing to gape at you; his lips parted, eyes practically popping out of his skull. He was under your spell, totally and utterly entranced by your body. Had he died? Was this chthonic paradise? It felt as though Satan had rewarded Copia for his unholy works, bestowing you upon him as a gift; the prettiest little succubus in the whole inferno.

Reaching into your bag, you grabbed a tissue before worriedly turning back to the man. Meanwhile, Rob and your fellow Sisters of Sin sat on their own respective beach towels, gawking at Copia in a mix of confusion and amusement, exchanging hushed, speculative whispers of judgement.

“Cardinal, are you okay??” You fretted, placing a gentle hand on his cheek, wiping drips of crimson blood off his moustache, lips, and chin.

“I-I-I’m s-sorry, I-” The man shook his head, trying to snap out of it. “I-I don’t- ehm-” He couldn’t help it; his painted eyes roamed your body as he stuttered out nonsense. He had never seen a girl so undressed before, especially not so close to him like this. And, Hell, this wasn’t just any girl. This was you. Copia never ever thought he’d get the chance- the privilege- to see you with so little clothes on. However, he felt ever so disgusted with himself for making such a big deal about it. He really was a depraved pervert, wasn’t he?

It dawned on you then, with the way he was uncontrollably ogling you. And when you stole a glance downward, you bit your lip at the sight of the very visible bulge in his swimsuit, the black and white striped fabric only accentuating it.

You had literally just given this perverted old man an anime nosebleed.

You had to hide your smirk, wickedly snaking an arm around his shoulders as you moved to straddle his lap.

The Cardinal’s breath hitched in his throat as he bit back a moan; the feeling of you seated on top of him like this was sure to make him pop. He felt hot, too hot; but not from the scintillating sun beating down on him, no. You put the sun to shame, your radiant beauty beaming millions of times brighter than that pendant of fire in the sky.

“Poor little mouse. Let me help you.” You cooed, leaning in close as you gently dabbed away the blood. Rob’s eyes widened at the sight. Was this how you were acting at the sleepover? Why were you indulging the dirty old man in his sick fantasies?

“G-g-g-grazie, Sorella, m-mi dispiace…” Copia stammered quietly, embarrassed. He prayed to Satan below that you wouldn’t be able to feel his cock hardening and straining against the thin fabric of his swimsuit.

You could.

“Why do you think that happened, hm?” You asked.

“I, ehm… I-I don’t, eh- …ehm..” Copia mumbled, his astonished gaze fixed directly onto your tits, which were dangerously close to his face now that you were perched on his lap.

“Because he’s a dirty old pervert who’s never even seen a girl in a swimsuit before!” Emily interjected, crossing her arms with a scoff.

“Gross.” Lilith wrinkled her nose.

The Cardinal’s cheeks burned with shame, the lines on his face deepening with guilt as he knew their words to be true.

“I mean, I’m pretty used to seeing girls with little on, but…” Rob sniffed. “your body is fire. Kinda takes a man off guard, ya know? So give the depraved virgin a break.” He smirked.

Impressive, Rob managed to compliment you and insult Copia all in the same breath.

Your poor Cardinal flinched and averted his mismatched gaze as Rob prodded at his virginity, which was obviously a very sensitive topic for Copia that caused his self esteem to plummet. Finally finished wiping up the nosebleed, you removed yourself from the man’s lap and sat on your towel next to him.

You scooted a bit closer, snaking an arm around Copia’s neck to pull him towards you. His eyes widened, alarm flashing in those beautifully odd irises as you leaned in in in, your lips ghosting over his ear and causing him to shiver.

“Between you and me, I wouldn’t ever want a man who’s been around the block as much as Rob claims to have been.” You whispered with a little smirk before pulling away.

Copia only stared at you, a pitiful look on his blushing face as he mulled your words over in his head. He didn’t want to overthink things, because he knew you definitely didn’t mean anything by your remark. You were just a kind Sister of Sin who took pity on an old man. You were simply trying to make him feel better after Rob hurt his feelings. Copia stared down at his lap; he would be a fool to think that someone like you could actually like a man like him.

All settled in and enjoying the hot sun, you opened the cooler, everyone grabbing an ice-cold bottle of cherry coke.

“Salute!” You chirped, holding your drink up, the glass bottles all clinking together as your friends toasted with you.

“Salute, Cardinale.” You giggled softly, warmth in your eyes as Copia gave you a shy smile and clinked his bottle of coke against yours before taking a sip.

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You reclined back on your towel as Florida Kilos by Lana Del Rey filled the sweet summer air, playing from Copia’s radio. You flicked your bat wing sunglasses on, taking the opportunity to really get a good look at the man.

He was pasty pale- obviously from constantly being covered up in his cassock- with a smattering of endearing little freckles on his flesh, matching the ones on his face. Your eyes scanned over his form, biting your lip before taking another sip of cherry coke. What a treat, the swimsuit had a crew neck collar, so you could actually see his neck and a little bit of his collar bone! Oh how you longed to kiss and bite at his neck, leaving dark hickeys there while he made love to you, laving your tongue over the bruises later as you both relaxed after several orgasms. You’d ask Copia to give you matching ones, begging him to mark you as his.

Your hungry eyes trailed lower, then, taking in the way his waist pinched in and the softness of his tummy. And of course, the very nicely sized package between those surprisingly muscular thighs. Your gaze followed his hand as he nervously ran his fingers through his greying hair, and oh what beautiful hands your Cardinal had. They were just perfect. You licked your lips, salivating as you imagined them inside you; two of his elegant fingers down your throat and two stuffed in your tight, wet pussy as you moaned and mewled for him.

“You know, you’re pretty modest for a Cardinal of the Satanic Church.” You remarked, hooking your finger in the collar of his swimsuit, giving it a teasing little tug.

“Eh? Oh.. W-well, there is, ehm… T-there is not much to show…” Copia responded timorously with a sad little chuckle, gesturing to himself.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Cardinal.” You responded softly, causing the hot blush on Copia’s cheeks to spread to the tips of his ears. He stole a shy glance at you, then another, followed by another. Satanas, the man couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off you. You could feel his gaze all over your body before studying your pretty face.

Copia was entirely in awe of your beauty, so needy for you. He longed to kiss your fruit punch lips in the bright sunshine. The poor man wanted nothing more than to work up the courage to pull you onto his lap and share cherry cola kisses with you until the sun was smouldering low in the sky. He inwardly cursed himself for being far too diffident to do so.

Releasing a sigh, he tried to relax, taking another long sip of his coke.

“Have you ever had sex on the beach?” You asked abruptly.

The Cardinal gasped, then immediately began sputtering and coughing, choking on his drink as your friends stifled laughter. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before looking at you incredulously.

“N-no, I have obviously never… done that anywhere…” Copia murmured.

You burst out into giggles. “I meant the drink, silly! You know, a sex on the beach?” You clarified. “I think we’ve already established that you’re a virgin, Rat.” You added with a kittenish little smirk.

Copia’s cheeks burned with shame. “Ah… W-well, no, I have not had the drink either…” He responded.

“Maybe next time we could have sex on the beach together.” You offered. “You know, the drink.”

Copia’s eyes widened, nearly getting whiplash from how quickly he turned to look at you. Alarm coursed through his veins as he felt his cock beginning to harden again.

“You naughty devil, you!” Lilith laughed. “You’re almost as bad as Papa with your innuendos! And you aren’t even old enough to drink!”

“Naughty? Me?? Never!” You giggled coyly. “Besides, I’m not making any innuendos, that’s just what the drink is called! And what about the unholy communion wine every black mass? One drink wouldn’t make a difference!”

“Why would she be making innuendos anyway, Lil? It’s not like she actually wants to fuck a 50 year old virgin who literally looks like a rat.” Emily laughed, causing you to frown.

“Hey, rats are cute!” You pouted, throwing your arms around the humiliated Cardinal and giving him a squeeze. Oh, this man was so cute with those big mismatched puppy dog eyes, his lower lip flushed from biting it out of nervousness. You swore he’d probably squeak like a chew toy if you hugged him too tightly.

Copia tensed up, heart rate rising and gaze darting all around at the sensation of your soft, bare flesh pressed against him, but the contact was a soothing balm to the hurt he was feeling at your friends’ cruel words. The Cardinal knew he looked like a rat; that was a comment people had often made throughout his life. He was already so self conscious about his looks, why did your friends feel the need to constantly point it out, especially in front of you?

Emily rolled her eyes. “Get your eyesight checked then.” She murmured.

“My eyesight is perfectly fine.” You quipped, mindlessly petting Copia’s hair and scratching at his scalp. Lucifer, he really did feel like your pathetic little pet, helpless and piteous while you defended him.

“Well maybe you have heatstroke and it’s causing you to not think straight, babe. The sun beating down on you like this could fry your brain like an egg, ya know.” Rob suggested with a grin, earning a cacophony of giggles from the other sisters.

You gave them a dirty look, opening your mouth to respond snidely, when you suddenly pulled away from Copia. “Oh shoot! Speaking of the sun, I almost forgot to put sunscreen on!” You gasped, rummaging around in your bag and pulling out the bottle of coppertone.

You flipped the lid open and began squirting the white liquid onto your arms, legs, and chest; the distinctive, synonymous-with-summer smell delighting your senses.

Copia awkwardly sat next to you and watched as you began to rub it into your skin. Biting his lip, he tried to focus on anything else but you. The sky, the sand, the ocean waves. But his gaze just kept getting pulled back to your stunning form, and the way you were almost sensually working the sunscreen into your smooth, supple flesh. He tried- Satan knows he tried- to ignore what the white cream looked like. Poor Copia tried so hard not to imagine you signing in delectation while being painted with a big load of his hot cum, gazing up at him with those pretty bedroom eyes of yours.

His lip quivered and his cock twitched at the mere thought, saliva pooling in his mouth as he imagined capturing you in a deeply passionate kiss. The Cardinal craved you, he needed to taste your sweet lips again. And Copia was ashamed to admit that he was also thinking about tasting you in different ways too.

He swallowed thickly, attempting to control his indecent thoughts; but there was just something about the balmy, halcyon summer air and the sultry vision of you so close to him wearing that sinfully small bikini that nearly drove him mad.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than leer at an innocent young girl?” Emily glowered, startling Copia from his thoughts.

“Oh! I-I-I- N-no, I was just- eh-” Copia stammered, mouth hanging open in surprise.

“Well obviously he doesn’t have anything better to do, Em. I think being a pervert is his hobby or something.” Rob sneered.

“Close your mouth, Cardinal, you’re gonna start drooling any second!” Mable added, causing Lilith and Ava to burst out laughing, making comments about how hilariously shocked the man looked after being called out.

Copia not only felt humiliated, but also utterly disgusted with himself for being such a lecherous creep. He could feel tears pricking at the corners of his eyes from the embarrassment, his face flushed and pyretic, chest tight with shameful anxiety.

But then you were gently tapping his arm, drawing his attention back to you.

“Could you get my back?” You batted your thick eyelashes at him, holding the bottle of sunblock up to him.

The snivelling Cardinal’s attention snapped to you, staring at you with an expression comprised of both shock and panic.

“I gotcha, babe!” Rob interjected, beginning to get up, but you only waved him off.

“Don’t trouble yourself. Like you said, the Cardinal doesn’t have anything better to do.” You stated with a smirk. “Right, Co-Co?”

Copia glanced uneasily at the now vexed Rob before turning back to you and nodding quickly, trembling hands taking the bottle from you.

The other sisters looked at you like you had spiders crawling out of your eye sockets. Who on earth would simply wave off the opportunity to have dreamy, handsome Rob rubbing you down??

You removed your sunglasses and flipped over, situating yourself on your stomach and resting your head on your arms, giving the sweet man a delicious view of your ass.

Copia looked utterly dumbfounded as his pitifully wide eyes scanned over your perfect curves. He no idea what landed him in this golden position. Copia felt as though he had no charm, no charisma, and that his looks were quite laughable. And yet here he was, squirting an ample amount of sunscreen into his palm, nervously licking his lips and unsure of what to do next.

“I don’t have all day, Rat.” You glanced back at the poor man with lusty eyes and a playful smirk. Before laying back down, you reached around and untied your bathing suit too, leaving your back completely bare for Copia.

The Cardinal sucked in a sharp breath. Somehow, the absence of that thin little strap going across your back made the situation all the more obscene, forbidden, naughty. Shaking the perverse thoughts from his mind, the man hastily rubbed the cream between his shaking hands before gently pressing his palms against your back.

Slowly but surely, he began smoothing the sunscreen into your silky flesh, being mindful to not touch you too excessively. He didn’t want to mistakenly enjoy it too much; didn’t want to take advantage of you like that.

“Mmm, that feels good.” You sighed sensually, and Copia’s heart skipped a beat at your praise. He truly wanted to make you feel good; he really wanted to be the one to make you feel good.

Gaining a bit more confidence, he smoothed his hands over your back a bit more firmly, but murmured pitifully desperate apologies whenever his fingertips brushed against the sides of your breasts. Copia tried in earnest to do his best for you, giving you a sort of massage while he worked in the cream; sweeping up up up to your shoulders and down down down, a hot blush burning on his cheeks as his hands timidly ghosted over your lower back.

“Ah~!” Your breathy moan was almost obscene, causing Copia to stutter in his movements. He was in such a daze that he had nearly forgotten the two of you weren’t alone; and when he stole a glance upwards, he was met with the judgemental countenances of your friends glaring right at him. Especially Rob. That dangerous look of envy in the boy’s eyes frightened Copia.

He stared at them like a deer in the headlights before you grabbed his attention once again.

“Cardinal, you’re so good with your hands.” You purred. “Keep going?”

Your praise stoked a hot fire of desperation within the man, so eager to please as he immediately continued his ministrations, deciding to ignore your friends. After all, you wanted him to do this for you, and Copia was beyond happy to obey your wishes.

His cock jumped with each little moan that tumbled from your sweet lips, and soon, you were murmuring something about going lower.

“Eh… M-mi dispiace, Sorella. Ch-che hai detto?” He asked quietly.

“Can you go lower?” You asked again with a another deeply relaxed sigh.

The Cardinal remained silent, warily moving to rub his hands along your lower back, his thumbs pressing into the dimples there as he moved to gently knead the flesh of your hips. The man bit his lip, shaking his head slightly and letting out a shaky exhale as he caught himself relishing in the moment far too much to be appropriate. He lessened his grip on your hips just as you began to murmur something else.

“No, like… Go lower.” You told him.

“S-Sorella, forgive me b-but… If I go any lower I… I-I’ll be…” He stammered awkwardly.

“Yeah go ahead. I didn’t get my bum earlier and I’m too comfy to move now.” You replied nonchalantly.

Copia’s mouth went dry, his head spinning and heart pounding violently in his chest as he hesitated. A million thoughts were going through his mind at once. He had never touched a girl there; or anywhere for that matter! And he had never even thought it possible since everyone found him to be so revolting. What should he do? What would he do? What if he accidentally orgasmed in front of you and your friends?

He mistakenly came when you were sitting on his lap in the car that one time, but he was thankfully able to hold in his moans and disguise the audible ones as being gasps of surprise at the terribly bumpy road. But this time- Oh, Satanas- he wouldn’t be able to hold anything in; he’d be a pathetic, whimpering mess. You’d all laugh at him and call him a dirty old man. You’d never speak to him again. You’d be disgusted by him just like everyone else.

Copia could already feel his sensitive cock filling out more and more at the thought of getting to feel you up like this.

Bracing himself, he grabbed the bottle of sunblock and squirted some more into his palm. And then, slowly and carefully, the Cardinal placed his quivering hands on your ass, one on each cheek. He bit his lip so hard he tasted blood, swallowing back a moan that threatened to erupt from his mouth as he felt precum beginning to ooze out of his cock.

“What a fucking creep. I think I’m gonna puke.” Emily shuddered.

Copia was frozen in place, the whole world having had fallen away as he stared down at the sight of his hands on your perfect ass, almost in disbelief at the reality of the situation.

Not wanting to keep you waiting, he timidly began to grope your plump flesh, so smooth and soft and round, blushing furiously at the fact that your bikini was practically non-existent in the back. He rubbed his hands in slow circles, only pausing his ministrations to wipe away the sweat that was beading on his brow.

He fought to stay level-headed, but in all honesty, Copia felt like he was going to pop a vein any second. Lucifer, he hoped he wouldn’t have another nosebleed; one was embarrassing enough.

Rob looked as though he was actually turning green with envy, watching with crossed arms and a scowl tugging at his features as the pathetic rat man worked his hands down to your shapely thighs, squeezing slightly before going back up to your voluptuous ass, your girlish sighs only seeming to encourage the man to continue fondling you. Rob clenched his jaw. Was the Cardinal abusing his position as a higher member of clergy to take advantage of you? Why else would you let such a disgusting little man touch you like this?

And just when Rob felt like he was going to snap, the timid man pulled his hands away, wringing them nervously in his lap before speaking up.

“Well, ehm… I-I think you’re all set there, Sorella…” Copia murmured once all the sunscreen was soaked into your skin.

“Mmm, thank you so much, Cardinal! That was a dream!” You sighed with a smile, turning over onto your back and stretching. “You give a great massage. I’ll have to return the favour sometime.” You grinned up at him wickedly before sitting upright, looking like some sort of Satanic pinup girl. “I know sitting at a desk doing paperwork for all those hours must not feel great on your back.” You pouted, ghosting your fingertips down the poor man’s spine and causing him to shiver and flinch, his gaze darting all around as he stammered out a bunch of random syllables in an attempt to respond to you.

“I- w- eh- th- ehm- I-I- eh, w-well, y-y-y-yes b-but, ehhh… heh heh, y-you don’t have to, eh-” He stuttered horribly, but you only giggled.

“I insist!” You chirped.

“Ya know, it’s not just sitting at a desk that’ll ruin your back. It’s also probably because he’s so old. Greying hair, wrinkles, sore back, etcetera. It all sorta goes together.” Rob chimed in casually, trying to disguise his jab as a helpful observation.

Copia’s shoulders slumped in self consciousness; he hated his age being pointed out to you. It seemed as though your friends had quite an impressive knack for sniffing out his biggest insecurities and waving them around right in front of you.

“Well, all the more reason to do it!” You didn’t miss a beat. “I guarantee you’ll feel like a million bucks after I’m done with you.” You grinned naughtily.

Before the pathetic man could respond, Ava spoke up. “Didn’t you bring the camera? Let’s take some pictures!” She beamed.

“Yup! Here you go!” Mable replied, fishing the Polaroid out of her bag.

The sisters took turns snapping pictures of each other and Rob, and soon you were in the middle of a little solo photo shoot, striking cute pinup poses in your teeny tiny bikini. For a few of the shots, you even used your bottle of cherry cola as a prop, the striped straw suggestively between your glossy, pouty lips.

“Papa’s gonna love these.” Lilith chuckled.

“You wouldn’t!” You gasped, moving into another innocent-yet-sexually-charged pose.

“I will! I’m gonna put them under his napkin at breakfast tomorrow and watch him spit out his coffee!” The girl responded, laughing.

“Lilith no! You’ll give poor Papa a heart attack like that!” Mable giggled.

Copia shyly sat to the side during all this, mindlessly poking his fingers into the warm sand, watching you through his lashes. He felt a pang of jealously stab through his heart at the thought of Terzo getting pictures of you. He tried to shake it off, but it was enough to make his lower lip quiver and his eyes well with hot tears that threatened to spill onto his flushed cheeks.

“Rat man! Can you take a group picture of us?” Emily waved the Cardinal over as you all got into position. Copia sniffled, blinking wetly before pulling himself to his feet and taking the camera. He focused on your gorgeous, smiling face as he looked into viewfinder, snapping the picture. Once it exited the slot, Copia pulled it out and waved it around so it could develop, but Rob plucked it out of his fingers before he could see it.

The Cardinal turned, dejectedly trudging back to his spot, but that’s when your sweet voice called out to him.

“Co-Co, come here! Take a picture with me!”

The man turned, gazing at you with those sorrowful puppy dog eyes. “M-me?” He asked pitifully.

“Yes you, silly. Come here.” You grinned, beckoning him closer with a come-hither motion.

Copia’s freckled cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red as he frantically smoothed his hair back, wanting to look his best.

“Do you want him in the group pict-”

“No, I want it to be just me and the Cardinal.” You cut Mable off with a smile.

“Ehm… Okie dokie..” Copia hesitantly shuffled over to you, his hands anxiously clasped in front of him, making him look even more like a pitiful little rat than usual. You rose to your feet, biting your lip coyly and grabbing the Cardinal’s lovehandles, pulling him closer until his hips were touching yours. The man released a trembling exhale as his cock pressed into you, his painted eyes glued to where your bodies were connected.

“Let’s do one like this.” You decided. Copia stiffly stood facing the camera, and you took his arm and placed it around your waist while you wrapped your arms around his middle, looking back at the camera with a coquettish smile. Yup, a shameless ass shot. But who could blame you when you looked that good? With the pretty ocean view in the background, Mable snapped the picture.

“Take another one!” You said, and with an additional bright flash, the auburn-haired sister captured an additional photograph.

You took the Polaroids from her, waving them around until they developed. You studied them closely, a grin spreading across your face.

“Do I… ehm- D-do I.. look okay?” Copia murmured nervously.

“You look very handsome, Cardinal.” You giggled, handing him one of the pictures. You loved the nervous, deer-in-the-headlights look that Copia had in the photos, his cheeks flushed bright red as he awkwardly stood there with his arm around you.

“T-thank you, Sorella, a-although I would beg to differ…” Copia shook his head, incredibly flustered at your compliment, his eyes widening considerably when his gaze scanned over the picture. With your ass towards the camera and your kittenish smirk, the Cardinal felt as though he was seeing something he shouldn’t. He tried to hand the Polaroid back to you, but you shook your head.

“One for each of us.” You told him.

The Cardinal looked at you with those big, eager puppy eyes and parted lips, a spark of excitement coursing through him. He followed you back to your beach towel, studying the precious Polaroid intently before tucking it away safely with his things. He would definitely be looking at it every night before he went to sleep and every morning before he pulled himself out of bed.

You sat down, watching as the other sisters carded through the pictures from your little photoshoot.

“Wow, these turned out fantastic!” Ava commented, with Rob leaning over her shoulder to get a closer look.

“Yeah, I’m sure Papa will appreciate them!” Lilith giggled wildly, reaching to grab as many as she could.

“No!” You laughed, scrambling to grab the rest of the Polaroids before she could get them.

Lilith smirked triumphantly as she tucked away half of the photos into her bag, causing you to roll your eyes. You looked over your copies before handing them to your dear Cardinal.

“Ehm- Wh-”

“You can keep them. They’re all just ones of me anyway.” You shrugged before turning back to your friends. “I’ll take one of the group pictures though, for my diary.”

“The one you write in with the pink glitter gel pen?” Mable teased.

You gasped at her spot-on guess. “Duh! What else would I ever use?” You giggled.

Copia’s expression was priceless as he flipped through the photographs, his feverish flush spreading to the tips of his ears and chest as he bit his lip, taking in your flirtatious expressions and seductive poses. Sweet Satan, he’d cherish these forever!

The Cardinal decided then that he would make it a nightly routine to raptly examine every detail of these pictures before he fell asleep. That way- he hoped- he’d dream of you. And perhaps he’d also… No, no, he couldn’t. Copia couldn’t possibly pleasure himself to your image. He couldn’t bring himself to take advantage of your kindness like that; he didn’t want to act like a depraved pervert. But lately at night Copia had been feeling so hot, so needy, utterly consumed with thoughts of you. He desperately sought some sort of satisfaction, sometimes even thrusting against his mattress while he muffled his whines with his pillow, tears pricking at his eyes while they rolled back in his head. He tried not to finish- although a few times he accidentally blew his load- because he didn’t want to tarnish your image by cumming to the thought of you. The poor man just needed a few thrusts to alleviate the throbbing ache in his hard cock, just enough to satiate him through the night. It always left him whimpering and febrile as he drifted off to sleep.

“What, don’t I get one? I’ll trade you!” Rob asked, gesturing to the photos you had just handed to Copia.

“If you wanna play Pokémon cards with my swimsuit pictures, you’re more than welcome to do so with the Cardinal. And Papa I guess, whenever Lilith gives him his stash.” You smirked, causing your other Sisters of Sin to laugh.

“Sorry Rob, but I doubt the Cardinal would ever give those pictures up. You’d probably have to pry them out of his cold, dead hands.” Emily remarked in amusement.

After realizing he had been intensely staring at your pictures for an inappropriate amount of time, Copia scrambled to deposit them in his wallet along with the one of you and him, careful not to bend or crease them in any way.

After a while, you stood up, your pouty lips quirking upwards into a kittenish smirk as you caught Copia staring at your buxom figure, practically drooling.

“Well, I think I’m gonna go for a dip in the water!” You announced. “Care to join?” You asked, your eyes catching Copia’s.

“S-Si…” He nodded, rising to his feet and trailing alongside you as you waded into the sparkling, viridescent water. It was refreshing yet still warmly inviting, lacking the usual cruel bite of chilliness that the seawater sometimes had.

“Oh, it’s wonderful!” You sighed, taking a deep breath and relaxing into the water. You stole a glance back at Copia, pleased to see that he was enjoying himself, a small smile having crept onto his countenance. After being so hot and bothered by you, the man gratefully welcomed the revitalizing sensation of the ocean.

You made your way into the water until you were about chest-deep, the two of you sharing a comfortable silence as you both swam around a little bit, dipping under the water and splashing around. You taught Copia how to do a somersault, giggling at his attempts and cheering for him when he finally got the hang of it.

You admired Copia as he slicked his wet hair back, the sultry summer weather making you feel frisky.

“Thank you for bringing us here, Cardinal.” You gazed at the man with your big doe eyes, drifting closer to him.

“It- ehm, i-it was nothing, Sorella… T-Thank you for having me.” Copia shook his head, nervously running a hand through his hair.

“Aah!” You suddenly yelped, jumping into the Cardinal’s arms, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

“W-what??” Copia asked you worriedly, his hands subconsciously finding your waist as he held you protectively.

“I felt something touch my leg!” You told him. You knew it was most likely a clump of seaweed, but being in your darling Cardinal’s arms made you feel safe and warm, among other things.

“W-well, don’t worry, Sorella, ehm, I’ve got you.” Copia reassured you, his deep blush quickly returning. You only tightened your legs around the man, stifling a pleasured gasp as you felt his stiff throbbing and twitching right against your clit.

“What if there are sharks?” You mused, brushing a stray lock of wet hair off the man’s forehead, noticing how the lines on his face began to deepen as he let out a strained exhale.

“I-I-I will p-protect you, Sorella.” He nodded, doing his best to dispel your fears while also trying so hard not to moan or grind against your core. With each flowing ocean wave, your body was pressed against him more, shifting back and forth deliciously. Your touch was enough to drive the man insane; he was hyper aware of all the places that your body was connected to his.

“You’re going to protect me… from a shark?” You smirked, raising an eyebrow, shaking your arms around his shoulders just a bit tighter.

“Well, I- Ehm-” The Cardinal suddenly felt silly.

“What if it takes a bite out of you?” You asked. “Like this?” You leaned in close, grazing your teeth against Copia’s neck, giving him a gentle nip.

“Ah-!” He whimpered, his arms encircling your waist even more tightly, drawing you impossibly closer. You met his eyes once more when you felt his big cock jump.

“Are you alright, Cardinal?” You giggled seductively. “Is everything copacetic?”

Copia nodded, dazed by you, intoxicated by your close proximity.

And you, well you had to admit that you weren’t in much better shape. You couldn’t help the excited little gasp that tumbled from your lips at the feeling of the Cardinal’s thick cock pressing into your hypersensitive clit.

“Poor Cardinal.” You tutted. “Here, you can get me back for biting you.” You grinned, moving your hair away from your neck and offering yourself to Copia.

He stiffened, then, staring at you with those wide, dumbstruck eyes. Unsure of what to do, he very slowly leaned in in in, his lips hesitantly ghosting against your soft skin. You felt him shiver as he breathed you in, your lips parting in a soft sigh when you felt his teeth cautiously make contact with your neck. He lingered there for a moment, but the feeling of his thin moustache against your sensitive flesh had you suddenly squirming.

“Your moustache is tickling me!” You let out a squealing giggle and he pulled away bashfully, unable to meet your gaze.

“What the fuck are they doing?” Rob asked, squinting as he tried to make out what you and Copia were getting up to.

“Ew. I literally have no idea.” Emily responded, equal parts disgusted and confused.

“Well come on, let’s get in the water! It’s so hot out here!” Ava chirped.

You pulled away from Copia once you spotted all your friends joining you, leaving the man craving your closeness once more, hungry for your touch.

“The water’s great, isn’t it?” You beamed before turning back to Copia, but before you could vocalize what you were going to say to him, you felt someone tugging the strings of your bikini top. Before you could reach for it, the small top sprung off you as it was pulled undone, landing somewhere in the water and leaving your breasts exposed. Your arms flew up to cover yourself, but Copia had already caught a glimpse.

He flinched, mouth hanging open, eyes wide as pies as another spurt of blood gushed from his nose.

You turned, casting a dirty glance at your perpetrator, which happened to be a hysterically laughing Rob.

“You scoundrel!” You tried to smack at him with the arm that wasn’t covering your tits, before you tried to locate your bikini top in the water. You frantically searched before a dazed, blushing, and bloody Copia nervously held up the small scrap of fabric, holding it out to you with shaking hands. You gratefully took it from him, your own eyes widening at the stream of scarlet oozing down his face for the second time today. The poor man’s mismatched eyes couldn’t help but remain trained on your barely-covered breasts as he gaped at you. And thank Satan the waist-deep water obscured his lower half, because his cock was now fully hard and would probably be embarrassingly noticeable.

“You rotten boy, you!” Mable scolded Rob as she rushed over to help you tie your top, while you moved to cup Copia’s face in your hands.

“Oh, Cardinal, are you alright??” You looked him over worriedly, wiping his blood away and splashing some seawater onto his face.

“I…… I-I-….” He stammered, seemingly paralyzed. Copia couldn’t seem to get the brief image of your bare breasts and pert, pink nipples out of his head.

Once Mable was finished securing your bikini, you moved a bit closer to the Cardinal, only to find yourself being poked by something big, thick, and hard.

You gasped and looked downward, heat pooling deep within you when you realized it was Copia’s impressive length that was poking at you.

You stepped forward, closing the gap between you, a coy smirk gracing your features at the way Copia bit his lip to stifle a moan, a shock of pleasure coursing through him as his cock fully pressed into you.

“Well, it seems like you enjoyed that eyeful, you perverted little rat.” You whispered into Copia’s ear, your hands snaking up to his freckled shoulders.

The man stiffened, his blood running cold as you acknowledged his obvious arousal.

“S-Sorella, p-please, I- M-Mi dispiace, Sorella, I didn’t- I-I didn’t mean to- I- P-P-Please forgive me.” The pitiful man quietly pleaded, the pretty lines on his face deepening significantly with guilt and shame, his eyes filled with doleful contrition.

“I forgive you.” You replied, your smouldering gaze burning into him, so close that the tips of your noses were just barely brushing together. “I won’t blame you for being a depraved virgin.” You bit your lip.

The Cardinal released a piteous whimper, his eyes fluttering closed momentarily. You felt his cock jump against you as he gasped out another quiet apology.

With a devilish little smirk, you regarded the man through your thick lashes.

Copia strained, every muscle in his body longing to rut himself against you until completion, but every voice in his head screaming at him not to do it. He one hundred percent; absolutely; in no way, shape, or form, could ever do anything like that to you. He couldn’t let you think he was a dirty old creep. But Satanas, you had such a profound effect on the man. Copia couldn’t take it anymore, not when you were gazing at him with those pretty fuck-me eyes, your delectable body pressed against his.

Oh, how your heart swelled for your poor Cardinal. You wanted him, you needed him, you wished you could have him right this instant. For a brief moment, you leaned a bit closer, craving Copia’s inexperienced lips once more.

The man’s eyes widened considerably. Were you going to- Could you be…? Kissing him?

But then your name was being shouted and just as you turned, a black and white beach ball was soaring through the air, headed straight towards you. It narrowly missed you, instead hitting the Cardinal in the head and bouncing off him to land in the water.

You were unable to stifle the giggle that erupted from your lips, and the Cardinal blushed shyly with an awkward smile, nervously running a hand through his damp hair. He loved making you smile that beautiful smile, even if he had to be made a fool to achieve it.

•𖤐•

You all stood in a circle and volleyed the ball around for a while, which Copia was actually surprisingly good at. You were terribly competitive, and you made a good team with your Cardinal. You even managed to spike the ball, causing Rob to miss a handful of times.

After you reached 13 points- your lucky number- you pulled Copia into a congratulatory hug.

“We won!” You squealed, giggling as he timidly wrapped his arms around you too, a little grin finding its way into his handsome features.

And after a while of frolicking around in the glimmering water some more, you decided to sunbathe again, beginning to swim to shore. Copia obsequiously trailed behind you, following you like a lost puppy because he was so eager to be near you. You ran to your towel, picking it up off the ground and wrapping it around both you and the Cardinal to dry off.

The man blushed as you drew him in close, allowing himself the pleasure of gazing at your splendorous beauty with needy eyes; his lips twitching, aching to be kissed. Ever since he got a taste of you at the sleepover, Copia had been fiercely desiderating you. Every moment without your lips on his felt dull; as if things weren’t as they should be.

“You look like a drowned rat.” You commented softly, reaching up to his pretty face and wiping away some wet streaks of black paint that were beginning to drip down Copia’s freckled cheeks.

The Cardinal sighed quietly, leaning into your gentle touch. “W-well, eh.. Y-You look just as beautiful wet as you do d-dry, Sorella.” He dared to say, nothing but earnestness in his mismatched eyes.

“You like me wet, Cardinal?” You asked coyly, batting your eyelashes at him.

Copia’s breath caught in his throat as he realized the double entendre. “N-No, I! I didn’t mean, I-I was t-trying to say-”

You giggled. “I know what you mean, Co-Co, I’m only teasing.” You smirked, placing the towel back onto the sand before laying down on it, allowing the hot sun to warm you.

“Oh.. Heh heh… Ehh, good one.” Copia sat beside you with a nervous chuckle.

Your friends joined you shortly after, catching some rays and talking amongst themselves.

That is, until Rob started impressing your sisters by doing pushups.

“Wow, you’re so strong!” Emily beamed, clasping her hands together excitedly.

“That’s nothing, ladies! Watch this!” Rob chuckled, beginning to do one-handed pushups.

“Oh my Satan, that’s incredible!” The other sisters squealed in unison, causing you to roll your eyes so hard you thought you might tear your optic nerves.

“Hey. You work out, Rat Man?” Rob asked, coming to stand in front of the two of you, not-so-subtly flexing his muscles.

“Ah, no, I… I, ehm… I don’t…” Copia responded self consciously, timidly shaking his head.

Rob looked the man over. “Well… you should. Might help you out with the ladies.” He shrugged. “Y’know, I do 666 pushups every morning for the glory of Satan.” He bragged, his chiseled chest puffed out like a proud peacock.

The inhibited Cardinal folded his arms over himself, his self esteem nosediving even more than it already had. He remained meek and quiet, unsure of what to say. Surely, he was no match for the boy. Copia felt silly for desiring you so madly when, in reality, you would probably fancy someone younger, better looking, and much more socially apt; like Rob.

But while Rob was boasting something about ‘pumping iron’ and how much girls like ‘swole guys’, you scooter closer to Copia, cupping a hand over his ear.

“Don’t let him bother you. He’s just jealous that I kissed you at the sleepover.” You whispered with a smirk.

Copia’s eyes widened and he turned to look at you, the tip of his pointy nose gently bumping into yours. “D-Davvero..?” He asked, his face reddening as you brought up the best moment of his life.

“Uh huh.” You whispered into his ear once more, pulling him close and hooking your other arm around his neck. “I know the girls told him all the juicy details. He’s probably so mad that you got to have something that he wants but can’t have. You know, I wouldn’t even kiss him if I was dared to.” You giggled quietly.

The poor Cardinal felt as through he’d faint. What was that supposed to mean? You would be willing to break the rules of truth or dare to get out of kissing Rob, yet you didn’t do that when you were dared to kiss him. Could that mean…? Copia inwardly scolded himself. No, no, it couldn’t possibly mean you wanted to kiss him. Surely, you just held more pity for him than you did for Rob. You probably figured that Rob had the potential for other prospects, whereas Copia was a loser who would never be kissed otherwise. It was an act of charity. Nothing more.

“S-Sorella you.. You don’t need to flatter me…” He murmured, looking at you through his lashes, and you only had the chance to grin at the man flirtatiously before you were being interrupted.

“What are you whispering about?” Rob asked once he realized you weren’t listening to him, crossing his arms.

“Oh, just something that happened at the sleepover.” You stated casually. “You wouldn’t understand because you weren’t there.” You articulated with a coy little smirk, causing Rob to let out an annoyed huff.

Copia stared at you in awe. Rob was actually envious of him? Surely, anyone would be envious of the person who got to kiss you, however, Copia wasn’t at all used to the thought of others being jealous of him. Even his high rank in the clergy never compelled a single soul to covet anything about him.

Rob sniffed indignantly, passively muttering something under his breath, trying to act casual and save face as he sat back down in his spot.

“Ew, are you actually having a conversation about your little spit-swapping sesh?” Emily scoffed.

“Yeah, maybe.” You shot back with a sly grin, thrilling Copia with your temerity.

“Giving him some tips, perhaps?” Lilith joked.

“Hmm, I could tutor him. He could be my little pet project.” You hummed, thoughtfully placing a finger to your chin. “I’ll make him the best kisser in the whole damn ministry.”

“Even better than Papa?” Ava giggled, egging you on.

“Yeah, even better than Papa. Don’t tell him I said that, though.” You giggled.

“And how do you expect to turn that,” Emily gestured to the pathetic Cardinal, “into the best kisser in the whole damn ministry?”

You shrugged. “I dunno, but I always heard practice makes perfect.”

You devil, you. Copia stared at you in shock, his breath catching in his throat, chest tightening, face going scarlet. Sweet Lucifer Morningstar, he was- Well, aside from extremely flustered, he was impressed. Copia often wondered where you got so much moxie at such a young age, because, despite being a fifty year old man, he would never have the nerve to be so bold. The Cardinal quite admired that dauntless, borderline reckless quality of yours. He only wished he could be so audacious, but his near-crippling introversion always prevented him; so instead he lived vicariously through you in such moments.

“I like your freckles.” You murmured endearingly. “It seems like there’s more of them now.” You remarked, looking over the smattering on his sun-reddened shoulders and the bridge of his nose.

“O-Oh, g-grazie, Sorella…” Copia’s eyes flicked down to his lap, bashfully wringing his hands together while his poor heart skipped a beat. But… More of them? Oh, for the love of Satan, he forgot to-

“Ah, shit!” Copia huffed out, urgently searching for the sunscreen. “I-I forgot to- to put this on…” He squirted some into his palm, smearing it onto his exposed skin.

“I-I don’t tan well… I just get red and, ehh, a lot more freckles… and I burn.” He explained, rubbing a healthy amount down his legs.

You caught yourself staring at his thighs and the… hefty package between them. Licking your flushed lips, you squirmed in your spot a bit, becoming painfully aware of the blisteringly hot, needy ache deep inside you. Sweet Satan, you were horny for this pitiful little man. As much as you flustered Copia, he somehow managed to have the same maddening effect on you, winding you up with indescribable lust; igniting a whorish spirit in you.

However, despite your flirtatious and sexually confident behaviour towards the Cardinal, you had only ever been with one man; someone in the ministry, someone much older than you. But… it wasn’t a Sibling of Sin. It was short lived, just enough to allow your sexual awakening to blossom, enough to allow you to realize the profound effect you had on others. It was just enough to prepare you for Copia, and now you were ready for him. You wanted him. You wanted to ravish each other in ways that would make Lucifer himself blush.

Shaking the thoughts from your head, you composed yourself and calmed your heaving breasts, inching a bit closer to your Cardinal.

“Oh! Well, we can’t have you burning! Here, you helped me earlier, let me return the favour.” You offered, reaching over and smoothing some cream onto his shoulders, calming the fretful little rat with your enchanting touch. He sighed while you smoothed your hands down his arms before gently dabbing some onto his cheeks, nose, chin, and forehead, taking extra special care of his pretty face.

“There. You’re all set.” You smiled, placing a hand on Copia’s thigh, not missing the way he flinched at how your fingertips almost brushed against the spot where he needed you most.

“W- Eh- G-G-Grazie, Sorella…” He stammered nervously, looking slightly alarmed as he gazed into your eyes.

“No problem.” You murmured, keeping your naughty little hand there for a moment longer before pulling away and laying down to sunbathe.

•𖤐•

After a while of relaxation, you suddenly sat up, regarding Copia.

“Hey, do you know CPR?” You enquired.

“Oh, ehm, n-no I don’t.” The man shook his head.

“Want me to teach you?” You offered. “It’s an important thing to know in case of emergency.”

“O-Okay.” Copia nodded, seemingly impressed by your skill.

Smiling excitedly, you pushed the Cardinal down to lay on his back, kneeling beside him and leaning over to look into his anxious eyes.

“Alright, I’ve just pulled you out of the water. You’re unconscious.” You stated. “First I’ll listen to see if you’re breathing.” You leaned down further, waiting ten seconds.

“Am… Am I breathing, Sorella?” Copia whispered.

“No, you’re not.” You giggled. “So now I’ll start CPR.” You interlocked your fingers together with one hand on top of the other, beginning to mime chest compressions over Copia’s sternum.

“The compressions can’t be too high or too low, just right in between the nipples.” You said, noticing the way Copia’s eyes were fixated on your bouncing breasts. “And the ratio is thirty compressions to two breaths.”

Copia nodded, attempting to stay focused and retain the information. After counting thirty, you halted your movements and gently lifted the Cardinal’s chin, looking into his eyes.

His heart began to hammer wildly in his chest as you dipped down, slowly pressing your lips to his.

Copia gasped against your soft lips, and you stayed there for a moment before pulling away. “One.” You whispered, before placing the second kiss to his open mouth. “And two.” You pulled away, regarding the confounded man with a small smirk on your face.

“There. Did I revive you?” You asked dreamily. Before Copia could nod, you spoke again. “Or.. do you think you need another round?”

Were you saying what Copia thought you were saying? Were you asking if he wanted you to kiss him again?

“W-Well, ehm… P-Perhaps you can, eh, show me again?” The Cardinal warily agreed with you, thinking it too good to be true.

“If the victim remains unconscious, you’ll have to keep doing this until paramedics arrive with an ambulance.” You said, beginning the mock chest compressions again. And although your movements were quick, thirty went by slowly for the Cardinal while he tried not to leer at your breasts and eagerly awaited your lips.

Sure enough, right on cue, you were gently grasping Copia’s chin and dipping down again, your parted lips against his.

Copia sighed in ecstasy, tasting your fruit punch gloss as his painted eyes fluttered closed. And- was it just his imagination, or were these kisses longer than the last ones?

You pulled away for a brief moment before repeating the action, and Copia had to stop himself from wrapping his arms around you. These weren’t supposed to be actual kisses, and he was supposed to be unconscious anyway.

“Are you alive now?” You murmured against the man’s lips, pulling away just enough to look into his pretty mismatched eyes, which were now gazing up at you.

“I-I think so, but… I am not so sure…” He responded quietly. “Because, ehm, w-well, it seems as though I am looking at a b-beautiful fallen angel, si? Perhaps I died and went to paradiso infernale after all…” A shy smile crept onto his face, his blush deepening.

You grinned. Your little rat was getting daring.

“Are you flirting with me, Rat?” You questioned quizzically.

“Eh-! I-I am just telling the truth, Sorella.” Copia faltered, casting his gaze off to the side.

“Hm. You’re sweet.” You smiled, stroking a finger down the Cardinal’s cheek and under his chin, causing him to release a little sigh.

“What in Satan’s name are you even doing?” Emily interjected.

“Teaching Co-Co CPR. Duh?” You shrugged, sitting upright.

“Yeah, no shit, but last time I checked you don’t have to literally kiss while demonstrating it.” She countered, looking disgusted that your lips had actually touched Copia’s, voluntarily this time.

“Yeah, you never did that for me when you taught us how to do it.” Rob smirked. “Maybe I need a refresher, how do you do it again?”

“You literally just got a refresher right now. Don’t think I didn’t see you staring.” You shot back with a smirk of your own.

“Why does he even need to learn CPR? He’s never around anyone and I don’t think it works on rats.” Lilith chimed in, earning giggles from your other friends.

“Well what if something happened to you and no one was around? In case of emergency, he’d know how to do it.” You argued.

“I don’t know about Lilith, but I think I’d rather die than let him do mouth to mouth on me.” Emily scoffed. “So, Rat, if you ever see me passed out somewhere, just walk away.” She laughed.

You rolled your eyes, placing a gentle hand on Copia’s arm while he dejectedly stared down at his lap, averting his humiliated gaze from everyone. He didn’t want them to see the hurt in his eyes while they openly discussed their disgust towards him.

“It’s my turn. Are you gonna revive me?” You whispered close to his ear.

Copia met your eyes briefly and nodded, causing an excited grin to bloom on your pretty face. You laid down on your back, closing your eyes and appearing as insensate as possible. “Alright, I’m unconscious.”

“O-Oh! Ehm!” Copia exclaimed, leaning over you, unsure of what to do. “Ehhh….”

“You have to listen for my breathing first, remember?” You whispered, eyes fluttering open. Grabbing Copia by the collar of his swimsuit, you pushed his face directly into your tits, grinning when you heard a muffled gasp coming from your cleavage.

“Am I breathing?” You asked.

“No…?” Copia responded, his face still pressed against your breasts. Unholy Satanas, what a dream! His heart was pounding in his ears, cock throbbing as he melted into you.

You bit your lip to suppress a giggle when Emily muttered something about the whole situation looking like the beginning of a pornographic film.

“Okay, so you can start CPR now.” You instructed, releasing the man.

Coming up for air, Copia was dazed, his mind blissfully blank as he attempted to regain his composure. He could have kept his face buried in your perfect tits for eternity. And if he would have suffocated? Oh, what a way to go!

Clearing his throat, he interlocked his fingers together just as you had done, getting into position, and-

“That’s too low.” You interrupted, taking Copia’s hands placing them on your breasts, his fingertips brushing against your nipples through the thin fabric of your bikini top.

“S-Sorella, I-!” Copia gasped, eyes widened in alarm, and you slowly dragged his hands across your chest to meet in the middle.

“Right in between the nipples, remember?” You reminded the poor man, and he nodded quickly, biting his lip and lacing his fingers together over your sternum.

Oh, but how could he possibly concentrate when he felt so dirty? You were trying to teach him a valuable skill, and yet here he was being a little creep about it. He hoped you wouldn’t notice, and if you did, he desperately prayed you wouldn’t hold it against him. It wasn’t his fault he was so touch-starved, so deprived of anything close to affectionate all his life. And it also wasn’t his fault that you were so gorgeous. No man would stand a chance against your infernal beauty.

Straightening his arms, he began to nervously practice the chest compressions, counting quietly in Italian under his breath.

“You’re doing very good.” You commented, causing the Cardinal to falter slightly in his movements, his face turning bright red at your praise.

He grew more and more anxious as he approached thirty, knowing what would have to come next.

“Ventotto.. ventinove.. t-trenta.” He finished, staring at you almost fearfully once he was done.

You looked at Copia expectantly, but the man was frozen like a deer in the headlights.

“What, do you forget what you’re supposed to do next?” You questioned. “Were you paying attention while I was teaching you or were you just staring at my tits the whole time like a dirty old man?” You smirked.

Copia’s eyes widened, his lips twitching. He knew what he had to do next but… yes, he had, in fact, been ogling your breasts. Could you blame the poor man? The view had been simply breathtaking.

“I-I-I know w-what to do, eh-”

“Then do it.” You told him. “Come on Rat, resuscitate me, I can feel myself slipping away. I think I see Satan waiting for me at the fiery gates!” You giggled.

Copia sucked in a breath, leaning over you and tilting your chin up with a gentle yet shaking hand. He kept repeating to himself in his head that was just CPR. Nothing more. But his hot flush only worsened when you parted your delectable lips for him. The humid summer air was only made thicker with tension as you gazed up at the Cardinal with those pretty fuck-me eyes, waiting patiently for your salvation.

The pitiful man ever so slowly closed the gap between you both, your senses electrifying as his lips touched yours. You couldn’t escape the small hum of satisfaction, and Copia accidentally released a whimper.

Maybe you weren’t all that different from Terzo after all, because you were so incredibly tempted to snake your arms around the Cardinal and turn mouth-to-mouth into a passionately sinful tongue-kiss.

You had far better resolve than your Papa, however, so you remained still. After all, you loved teasing him like this; allowing him to almost kiss you, but not quite.

Copia pulled away for half a second before eagerly pressing his lips to yours once more, so needy for any sort of contact with you. And you, you were needy for this too. The way his thin moustache tickled your face, the intoxicating scent of his cologne mixed with the fresh smell of sea water, the way he was tilting your chin up so delicately, as if you’d break if he handled you too roughly. What a sweet little mouse; Copia touched you as if you were a priceless treasure.

Reluctantly, he pulled away for good when he heard your friends making comments about how he was a pervert. About how he was enjoying this way too much.

But as soon as he was back in his place, you made a show of sitting upright and falling happily into his arms.

“My hero! You saved me.” You sighed dreamily, wrapping your arms around his neck and brushing a handsome lock of hair from his forehead.

Cupping his jaw in one hand, you pressed a rewarding kiss to his lips. Copia swore he heard the sound of a tea kettle whistling while stars painted his vision; his heart hammering in his chest, hearts in his eyes, and cock throbbing, nearly driving him to insanity. It was lucky that the kiss was brief, otherwise he would have started thumping his foot like an excited dog.

You grinned naughtily at him while he stared at you in giddy awe, huffing out a little chuckle and looking like the happiest man from here to Hell.

Your friends rolled their eyes at your theatrics, muttering things amongst themselves while Rob crossed his arms, trying not to look, but failing. They just couldn’t wrap their minds around the fact that the most popular girl in the ministry would ever waste time with a loser like Copia. They were still waiting for the other shoe to drop, holding onto their theories that you were planning to break his heart eventually.

•𖤐•

“Hey, Rattie?” You nudged Copia.

“S-Si, Sorella?” He looked over to you attentively.

“Do you see that little snack place over there?” You pointed to a cute little shack not too far away. The man glanced to where you were directing him, then turned back to you and nodded.

“Could you see it in your heart to get me a soft serve vanilla ice cream? Pretty please?” You pouted.

A handsome little smile found it’s way onto Copia’s face. “Of course, Sorella.”

“Satan bless you, Cardinal!” You beamed. “Here, I still have the ministry credit card that Sister Imperator gave me.” You said, fishing the rich black card out of your bag and handing it to him.

“Wait, you’re getting ice cream?? I want some too!” Ava whined, followed by the rest of the sisters agreeing, all shouting their orders at the same time.

“S-So, eh, let me get this straight, si? Vaniglia, eh, sorbetto all’arancia, fragola, ehh, cioccolato, menta, e nocciola?” Copia asked, pointing to each person when he listed off their order. Surprisingly, he got it all correct, and began to walk to the snack stand. You giggled to yourself, hearing him quietly chant the string of ice cream flavours over and over again so he wouldn’t forget.

•𖤐•

Copia returned after a while, carefully balancing two trays of ice cream cones in his hands, careful to not let them fall over. Rob, in a surprising act of charity, jumped up and helped the man distribute the cold treats to the other sisters.

The Cardinal was making sheep’s eyes at you while he handed you your cone, which you excitedly thanked him for.

He had gotten the same thing as you- vanilla soft serve- and he was just about to take his first lick, when Rob patted him roughly on the back, causing him to drop the entire thing into the sand.

“Thanks for the ice cream, Cardinal!” Rob said before sitting back down with your friends, not even noticing what he had done.

“Rob, you just made Co-Co drop his ice cream!” You scolded him.

“Huh?” Rob looked over. “Oh, sorry dude.”

“Eh, t-that’s okay, I go get another one, si?” The Cardinal nodded, turning just in time to see the ice cream man walking away after placing a sign on the bar that read ‘Gone for lunch.’

Sighing defeatedly, Copia sat down next to you.

“Share with me, Cardinal.” You offered, holding your cone out to him.

“No, no, I-”

“Oh, won’t you please, Cardinal? It’s so big and it’s already melting. I won’t be able to finish it in time anyway.” You insisted, already moving closer to him.

The man finally gave in with a timid nod, wrapping his hand around yours that was holding the cone, and swiping his tongue through the cold dessert.

You grinned, licking your side of the ice cream and enjoying the sweet taste.

However, your frozen treat was no match for the sweltering sun, and soon, melty white cream was dripping down your and Copia’s wrists. You made quick work to lick it off of yourself, only for more to trickle back down.

Stealing a glance at your Cardinal, you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of him. He had ice cream dripping down his lips and chin; and he tried to eat faster, but the poor man was being overwhelmed.

“Cardinal, you’re a mess.” You giggled softly, gently cupping his cheek with your hand, grabbing his attention. You moved closer to the blushing man, his mismatched eyes following the drops of ice cream that began to drip onto your breasts and cleavage, a few even falling onto your thighs. Copia swallowed hard, a wave of guilt washing over him as he imagined laving his tongue over your supple flesh, worshipping every inch of you.

You took him by surprise, then, leaning in and licking his lips, causing his widened eyes to snap up and meet your half-lidded ones.

“You’re a sticky mess.” You whispered against his lips, your naughty little tongue teasing at the corner of his mouth.

Copia’s lips parted in a quiet whimper, a pitiful gasp leaving him when you gave him another little lick. Lucifer, he was even more delicious than the ice cream.

“I, ehm… I-I don’t t-think you’re too much better, Sorella…” Copia replied nervously, struggling to meet your gaze.

“You’re right. I guess we’ll just have to lick each other clean.” Your sultry giggle made Copia’s cock twitch. With the ice cream you were holding now almost completely melted, it freely dripped onto the both of you. However, it still wasn’t quite as drippy as Copia’s throbbing cock.

Giving the ice cream one last lick- and accidentally drenching yourself in the process- you tossed the soggy cone into the sand and brought your little hand up, sucking your fingers clean one by one.

Your eyes never left Copia’s, and the man almost seemed hypnotized by the movement of your lips and tongue. You could practically read his mind; you just knew he was imagining you sucking his cock and finally giving him the release he so desperately craved, hungrily drinking down every last drop of his cum.

Biting your lip, you released another naughty giggle as you snaked an arm around the Cardinal’s neck, your parted lips ghosting along his jaw and chin under the guise of licking ice cream off him. He sighed, leaning into you, heady excitement bubbling inside him as your lips just barely touched his. It’s as if you were teasing him, taunting him, daring him to just let go of his inhibitions and kiss you. To kiss you how he really wants to; deeply and passionately and needily.

But the shy Cardinal restrained himself, not believing that’s what you truly wanted. He suspected that his perception of your playful behaviour was clouded by his own fantasies and yearnings. However, he still enjoyed your closeness, small sighs escaping him as his nose brushed against yours.

Copia wrapped an arm around your waist when he felt you tipping backwards, but you only pulled him with you as you laid back on your towel, and the man fell slightly on top of you, stuttering out timid little apologies while you grinned up at him adoringly. He was slotted right in between your legs, fitting together with you perfectly.

Running a finger through the melty cream on your breasts, you licked your fingers, snickering at the Cardinal’s pitifully concupiscent expression while you mercilessly teased him.

Copia blushed furiously. You were laughing at him, weren’t you? Laughing at the way he was so helplessly enthralled by you. Laughing at the way he huffed out quiet little whines every time his cock pulsed. And- oh, how embarrassing; he realized

you could probably feel his thick length throbbing against you, hot and hard and heavy with sheer need.

But his addiction to you mixed with the debilitating summer heat rendered him unable to move. He just laid there, staring down at you with blown out pupils and parted lips.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled Copia closer closer closer, so close that your sticky lips were just barely brushing against his. Every nerve in the man’s body was alit with fiery anticipation, wondering if you were going to kiss him.

“Move. I’m gonna go for a swim to rinse all this ice cream off, if you wanna come.” You murmured.

Disappointed, Copia only swallowed nervously, blinking silently at you.

“Do you want to come, Cardinal? Hm? Do you want to cum?” You smiled innocently, but that naughty gleam in your eyes glinted dangerously.

“Y-yes please, Sorella.” He nodded eagerly, utterly entranced by the sight of you underneath him, your hair spread all around your head like a halo.

“Then get off me, you little creep. I can’t move otherwise.” You giggled softly and rolled your hips against him to snap him out of his trance, causing the poor Cardinal to flush an even deeper shade of red, a strangled moan catching in his throat.

“M-Mi dispiace…” He mumbled, scrambling to get off you. You stood, taking his hand in yours; a soothing balm to his humiliation.

“Where are you guys going?” Rob asked.

“We’re gonna go do 69 behind the snack bar.” You deadpanned, completely shocking everyone, including Copia, who- once again- nearly got whiplash from turning to look at you so quickly.

“We’re going for a swim, duh, what else would we be doing at the beach?” You scoffed, huffing out a light laugh. “We’re all sticky from that melty ice cream and we need to wash off.”

“Oh, thank Lucifer! I thought you were being serious about doing 69 for a second!” Ava laughed, causing the other sisters to titter in amusement. Copia sniffed, feeling sensitive; feeling despondent at how the thought of doing anything intimate with him was used in jest.

“Maybe I wasn’t joking.” You shrugged mindlessly, driving the lot of your friends mad with your arbitrary capriciousness. The Cardinal looked to you once more, a glimmer of hope in his mournful eyes; that little spark of hope soon growing into a roaring wildfire when you took his hand once more and firmly pulled him along in the direction of the snack shop.

“Oh come on!” You heard one of your friends call after you, but you only walked away with greater determination, tugging the dazed Cardinal along with you.

Copia nervously licked his lips once you arrived behind the small building, his anticipation becoming too much to handle as you leaned up against the cool brick, pulling him closer.

“You look scared, Rat. Don’t worry, I won’t deflower you.” You smirked kittenishly, toying with the collar of the man’s swimsuit.

“You.. Eh, y-you won’t..? T-then, ehm, w-why are we..? W-won’t your amici think…?” He questioned, trying to conceal his utter disappointment behind a veil of lighthearted curiosity.

You shrugged. “Let them think what they want. If they want to imagine us devouring each other in the throes of passion, they’re more than welcome to.” You giggled nonchalantly, strategically planting the maddening image in Copia’s mind, and you swore the man was stifling a needy whine.

You gazed at each other in comfortable silence, enjoying the alone time, away from the condemnatory stare of your friends. You could see the yearning in the Cardinal’s mismatched eyes, and you were longing for him too. You were just having way too much fun to do anything about it for now. After a few tension-ridden moments, you took Copia’s hand in yours, pulling him towards the water, looking back at him and flashing him with your pretty smile, causing butterflies to erupt in the man’s stomach.

“Come on, let’s go for a swim!”

•𖤐•

You sighed contentedly, the gentle waves rocking the two of you as you playfully splashed around. You could tell Copia was comfortable in this moment, because your friends were far enough away on the shore, unable to berate him or give him dirty looks.

You enjoyed seeing him like this; a relaxed smile on his handsome face, a healthy pink glow of bashful fondness painting his freckled cheeks every time your body brushed against his.

Suddenly, you spotted something in the crystal clear water, nestled into the ocean floor. You dipped underwater, snatching it up before the current fully buried it in the sand. Inspecting your find, you gasped in delight. How brilliant, a piece of sea glass! But this one was a marvellous cobalt blue in colour.

Reminded of how you’d given pieces of sea glass to the Papas, you waded over to Copia, excitedly presenting him with it.

The Cardinal glanced at the piece of glass, then at you. A gift?

“F-for me?” He asked.

You nodded. “I know it’s not your colour, but I think this is the prettiest one I’ve found so far.” You responded. “It reminds me of you.”

Copia blushed, graciously accepting your gift and taking his time to carefully admire it.

“It’s beautiful, Sorella. S-so I am not sure why it reminds you of me, heh heh..” He chuckled timidly. “I, eh, I quite like this colour actually.”

You smiled endearingly at how delicately Copia handled it.

“Maybe, ehm, maybe this will be my colour. Do you think it suits me?” A little grin tugged at his lips while holding the glass up to his face.

“I think it suits you very well, Cardinal.” You giggled.

“Well, now I feel bad, Sorella, I-I don’t have a gift for you.” The man nervously ran a hand through his damp hair, his painted eyes looking around, searching for something he could give you.

“Ah! Ehm, c-close your eyes please?” He asked, and you eagerly did as he told you, waiting patiently.

For a while, you could only hear the sounds of water, and you wondered what he could possibly be doing. And finally, you felt something wet splat on top of your head.

“No peeking, Sorella.” Copia hummed when he saw your eyelashes fluttering open for a moment.

Whatever he put on your head, he was arranging it around into some sort of-

“Apri i tuoi occhi ora.”

You opened your eyes, bringing your hands up to feel around your head. You smiled brightly, realizing Copia had given you a crown of seaweed.

“Ogni principessa merita una corona..” Copia shyly explained, wringing his hands together trepidatiously.

You fished around for more seaweed, gracefully crowning Copia with it once you’d found a clump.

The man looked at you, appearing slightly confused.

“Allora… Anche ogni principessa merita un principe.” You said, eyes twinkling playfully.

Copia’s love-stricken flush only deepened at your words, shaking his head softly and biting his lip in thought. “Non sono un principe, sono soltanto un ratto.” He smiled sadly.

“Mi piace ratti. Puoi essere il mio principe di ratti.” You giggled softly.

Copia smiled while looking down at the waist-deep water, fiddling with the piece of sea glass in his hands. His painted eyes flicked to yours momentarily, nothing but adoration in them. You truly knew how to make him feel like a prince.

•𖤐•

The two of you made your way back to shore, joining your friends who were clearly in the middle of some gossip, because they all stopped talking as you grew nearer, clearing their throats. Their lively tittering turned into a few hushed snickers while they judgementally looked at Copia.

“What, did you guys get married or something?” Emily questioned.

“No,” you shook your head in amusement, “we just… crowned each other prince and princess of the ocean, I guess.”

“You kissed a rat and he turned into a prince, huh?” Lilith chimed in.

“Something like that. Although I think he’s sort of the perfect hybrid of both.” You giggled, affectionately twirling a lock of Copia’s hair around your finger before laying down on your towel.

“What’s that?” Rob asked, pointing to the sea glass Copia was fidgeting with.

“Eh? Oh, ehm, f-from Sorella.” He responded, a hint of pride in his wavering voice.

“And she didn’t get me anything?” Rob pouted. “Give it here.” He held his hand out.

“No, it’s Co-Co’s!” You placed your hand over top of Copia’s. “I gave it to him because I want him to have it.”

“Yeah and you also wanted him to have those Polaroids of you. Even though he’s probably gonna be a major creep and jerk off to them every night like a lonely virgin. Better stock up on tissues, y’know, for all the nosebleeds he’ll have.” Rob retorted with a shrug.

Copia’s face grew red hot. He’d never! ….well, perhaps one should keep in mind Charles Dickens’ famous saying, ‘never say never.’ But he would genuinely try very very hard not to! Of course, he planned to admire the pictures more often than would be considered appropriate, but he had already previously decided that he wouldn’t befoul your sumptuous image with sordidly perverted activities.

“Is that jealousy I’m sensing, Rob? You’re still salty that Cardi got all those good shots of me and you didn’t get any? Don’t be so petulant.” You teased, your tone an enigmatic mix of lighthearted and snide.

“Of course I’m not jealous of him…” Rob grumbled under his breath, running a hand through his sandy blonde hair, blue eyes rolling in annoyance.

The Cardinal found great solace in you defending him; he knew you probably recognized the fact that he was often too timorous to stand up for himself, so he appreciated your support more than you’d ever know. Perhaps he should put in a request to make you his assistant…

Tucking the little cobalt treasure away with his things, he gave you a grateful smile, his heart fluttering when you gave him a playful wink.

•𖤐•

The sun was just beginning to smoulder low in the sky, its warm rays casting a pinky-orange glow over the whole beach. You’d all ended up going for one last swim before deciding to pack up and head back to the abbey. After wrapping yourself and Copia into your large towel and drying off, you and the other sisters made the boys face away and cover their eyes while you all peeled off your wet swimsuits and put your clothes back on.

“Oh, I didn’t bring any panties because I had my bathing suit on underneath earlier!” You remarked with a giggle. “I guess it doesn’t matter because we’ll be home soon and I’m going to shower straight away.”

Copia perked up at that, biting his lip at the thought of you in those tiny shorts with nothing underneath. Oh, what he’d give to

join you in the shower back at the ministry; kissing feverishly under the warm stream of water, bodies slippery and glistening with soap bubbles.

Once everyone was dressed, you all packed up your things, bringing them to Copia’s car before getting in yourselves. You sighed peacefully, resting your head on the Cardinal’s shoulder and nuzzling into the soft fabric of his hoodie.

“I’m gonna sleep sooo good tonight.” You murmured sleepily, earning sounds of agreement from your friends.

“Will you be okay to drive?” You asked, gazing up at Copia through your lashes, noticing his eyes appeared tired- and not just because of the dark paint he wore around them.

“Si, Sorella, I will be okay.” He reassured you with a nod, starting the car and taking off. With the radio playing low, the drive home was quiet, with you leaning comfortably against Copia on the bench seat of his car, periodically glancing up to admire him, grinning when you caught the man staring at your bare thighs.

•𖤐•

You arrived back at the abbey, carrying your bag inside and bidding your friends a good night, before climbing the large staircase that would lead to your room. Copia’s quarters were also up the stairs, so you slowed your steps, allowing for a precious moment alone with the man.

“Thanks for driving us today, I had a really good time.” You said softly.

“I-It was a pleasure, Sorella. We will have to do again, si?” The Cardinal responded.

“Maybe just us next time.” You mused out loud.

Copia’s eyes lit up with excitement in the low light, his heart beating fast. You wanted to spent time alone with him? He exhaled shakily at the thought, but you didn’t let him think too much about it before you spoke.

“Buonanotte, Principe.” You beamed before turning and walking towards your room, a smile spreading across your face when you heard the blushing man utter a soft, “Buonanotte, Principessa.”

Slinking into your room, you couldn’t wait to take a warm shower and crawl into your plush bed. The only thing that would be missing? A shy Cardinal to snuggle with, of course.

Oh, if only the ministry’s old heating system could fail!

𖤐 to be continued 𖤐

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sink-me-in-your-ocean · 6 months

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Copia x fem!Reader smut

Content warnings: Voyeurism, P in V sex. 18+ only. Minors DNI.

NSFW Below the cut.

The sounds of skin slapping skin combined with wooden squeaking and reverberated off the walls in the otherwise empty cathedral. Long gone was the crowd from earlier today. All that remained were you and the Cardinal.

“Copia, someone will see!”

“That’s the idea, amore.” He kept up his pace, sharp, brutal thrusts from behind that jiggled your entire body with the effort. Your hands held onto the end of the wooden pew for dear life, surely leaving crescent-shaped divots from your nails.

You tried to relax, to let your mind be taken away by the lust of having Copia fucking you with the urgency that you two couldn’t possibly wait to get somewhere private.

Just then you saw a shadow move out of the corner of your eye. Then another above you on the second floor.

You gasped as he reached his hand around to the front of you, “Someone is watching us.”

His gloved fingers found your clit, the shockwaves of him touching you there making your head spin. “So let’s let them enjoy the view, hm?”

You moaned, you didn’t think about it like that before, and now you couldn’t stop thinking about how hot it was as he stroked small circles on the sensitive spot.

You imagine what it would be like to watch from afar. Perhaps one of the ghouls was wandering and heard noises, maybe going to explore the source. Unbeknownst to them they were coming towards the echoing lewd sounds of sex. Imagining seeing how good you must look with Papa fucking you from behind. How your breasts and body jiggle with each deep thrust. Fuck. It was hot.

The circling on your clit, coupled with the dirty thoughts, put you over the edge all too quickly. Heat flooded through your body, flushing your cheeks and chest red. You came with a moan that got caught in your throat, choking you, and you couldn’t do anything but gasp as your body tensed and spasmed.

His pace didn’t slow at all, he drove into you with such determination that your knees banged against the pew. He chased his orgasm and fucked you through yours, only meeting his release several hard thrusts later.

As you and the Cardinal went through the ritual of ending your nocturnal tryst, you heard a scuffling of a step from the balcony area. You saw the silver glint of a mask vanish into the darkness. Perhaps next time you could have the lonely ghoul join you two…

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Thigh riding - Cardinal Copia (Ghost)

Word Count: 734

Your fast steps echo through the dark halls of The Ministry as you silently curse Sister Imperator. You were late, very late to your almost nightly randevu with Cardinal Copia. Sister Imperator asked you to stay late with her in the library to translate a few old Latin scrolls.

As church bells ring, signaling Midnight, you are taken out of your trance of reading. Realizing the time, you look at Sister Imperator about to ask to go but she cuts you off with a nob. You thank her before leaving the library and rush to The Cardinals’ study.

Slowing down as you reach Copias’ study, you fidget with your habit, trying to smooth out the wrinkles of the day. After a few moments of this, you give a few quick knocks on the thick wood door, before entering without waiting for an answer. The door gently shuts as you walk towards his desk.

“I’m sorry, Sister Imper-” you start but Copia cuts you off with a look, something unreadable in his eyes.

He placed the pen in his hand in the ink well and leaned back in his chair, “Take off your habit,” eyes now piercing yours, rolling his chair back to get comfortable.

You pause before he lifts an eyebrow. You kick off your shoes as you pull off the top of your habit, letting your hair fall down your back. You untie the back of the habit, let it slide down your body, and pool around your feet.

“Those too,” he says, pointing at your lace underwear.

You quickly reach around and unclip your bra, letting the straps fall off your shoulders. Your hands come around to cup and grope your breasts with a teasing hum slipping out. You slowly let the bra fall onto the pile of clothes. Your fingers come back to your chest and slowly graze over your nipples causing them to harden.

Your hands slowly travel down the length of your body before hooking into your panties. You decide to turn around and bend over as you drag them down painfully slow, swaying your hips the whole time. Once off you kick them away and turn around to face him.

Copia smirks and gestures for you to walk over to him. Once you're in front of him, his hands grab your hips and pull you down onto his lap. You let out a small hum as your aching cunt rubs against his thigh as you settle. He rolls back to his desk, causing your chest to push into his and your cunt to roughly press into his thigh.

“Since you were late, you can get yourself off,” Copia says dismissively, wrapping around you to continue working.

“Please no,” You whine desperately, hands grabbing onto his shoulders, in an attempt to pull him back and look at you. He didn’t budge but one hand found your waist and started to rock you back and forth. Whimpering begrudgingly you give in and take over, knowing you won’t be able to get yourself off as well as he can.

Your hips roll against his leg, whimpering every time your clit glides across his leg, catching on the fabric. The coiling in the pit of your stomach grows as the minutes drag on. Your pitiful whine and gasps cut through the heavy silence of his study. He ignores the desperate noises, occasionally bouncing his leg to add stimulation.

Your head drops down to rest on Copias’ shoulder and you see a wet patch forming over his bulge. You let out a moan and your hips stutter, thinking about his cock filling and stretching you out. You let out a string of moans as you speed up and rock against him harder.

Copia's hands finally come to your hips and grind you roughly against his thigh. Your head lulls back as the stimulation grows and becomes too much. Your hips frantically buck as you cum with a long moan. His hands continue to guide your hips slowly as you come down.

“You okay?” Copia asks with a kiss to your forehead once you look up at him. You hum in response as you place your hands on top of his to wrap them around you. Snuggling into his warmth you drift off into a light sleep. He chuckles and returns to work as you rest, deciding to wake you in an hour or so for the rest of what he planned tonight.

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trust your cardinal | cardinal copia x reader

The Cardinal is very intent on showing you how good he can make you feel.

content: 1.5k words, afab!reader, very little description to keep it as gender-neutral as possible, soft/gentle dom!copia, choking, p in v sex, anal fingering, finger sucking, glove kink, mild spit kink, praise kink, mild breeding kink, sweet aftercare, established relationship, MDNI 18+

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“So good, so good for your Cardinal.”

Words slice through moans. He’s grinding into you from behind – slow, deep strokes that have his cock dragging intimately along your walls. Fingers press firmly into your pulse, squeezing you into a state of heightened arousal. Through the haze you feel his lips on your jaw, open-mouthed kisses leaving a wet trail until he bites down on your earlobe.

“I could do this all day, amore,” he growls, his ragged breath hot in your ear. “S-such a tight little hole, so wet and perfect.”

His finger release your throat and he pushes two of them between your lips. They slide in deep, warm leather pressing down on your tongue. You gag, breathing through the pain as drool drips from the corners of your mouth to the sheets below you.

“Get them nice and wet for me, eh?” he says. “Suck them like you would suck my cock.”

Your tongue curls under his digits as your throat constricts around them. Copia moans into your ear with every thrust, such a vocal man, so shameless in taking his pleasure, only faltering in his rhythm when you tighten your walls around his cock.

“Oh you like this, eh?” He pants, slowing his movements momentarily. “You like to use this sweet filthy mouth on your Cardinal?”

In reply, you suck harder, grazing the leather with your teeth and swirling your tongue around his fingers. You love it when he keeps the gloves on, when he makes sure that he uses his slender hands on your whole body so you can feel the smooth leather wherever he reaches.

Copia stamps a wet kiss to your jaw, squeezing you reassuringly for a moment before he pulls away. The mattress beside you expands, his hand leaving the dent as he shifts his weight to sit up. You shiver when his sweaty warmth leaves your back, exposing you to the thick air around you that clings to your skin like fog, heavy with the smell of sex and fading incense.

You can’t see him but you feel him taking hold of your hips, still buried to the hilt inside of your wet heat. Firm hands spread you open further, denting the soft meat of your ass before you can feel his wet fingertips circling your other hole. You’re already drenched, your combined juices smeared all over your intimate areas, and yet the cool spit on his gloves feels exciting when he probes at the tight muscle. You keen, pushing back slightly, and his fingers splay across your skin to keep you still.

“Shhh,” he coos, rubbing gently at your hip bone. “I have you, amore, you know you can trust your Cardinal. I will make you feel so good, my baby, so so good.”

You relax with his promise echoing in your ear over and over, trusting that your sweet but firm Cardinal will take care of you in all the right ways. With less resistance now, his finger stretches you open for him and he pushes in gently until half of his digit is buried inside of you, warming you up. He starts to rock into you again, the head of his cock rubbing at your sweet spot with every slow pump. You whimper, desperate for him to take you exactly how he wants without holding back.

“You are so good for your Cardinal. Taking me so well, amore. What a good little doll you are, letting me do whatever I want with your perfect sweet body.”

He adds a second finger with those words, slowly widening your entrance until they both fit, buried to the knuckles. They stimulate your insides, curving just so with their tips firm against the most sensitive spots. You bask in the pleasurable feeling of the added pressure, wondering if he can feel his own cock throbbing and moving inside of you through your walls.

“Now let me see how much you can take, eh?” He starts to move faster, rubbing, thrusting, gasping. “Sh-show me that you’re my good little toy, amore, that I make you f-feel better than anyone else.”

Pleasure spreads in you like liquid fire, filling you from the tightness in your lower belly all the way to your curling fingertips. Copia speeds up even more, shoving himself into you with reckless abandon, his fingers pressing against each intrusion of his cock. Your arms give out as he gains momentum, elbows folding in on themselves like a house of cards and taking you down with them. Squished cheeks rub on soft cotton as he fucks you steadily into the soft mattress. You turn your face to the side, gasping for clean air, and he leans forward until you can feel his weight on your upper body again. His forearm comes to rest within your limited field of view, trails of dark arm hair disappearing in the tight leather of his black gloves with the sparkling silver grucifix. If the position is uncomfortable for him he does not let on, even though his hips snap into yours with less control now. His fingers continue to work you open, massaging your inner walls, and you feel so full, so completely penetrated by his love and overwhelming need for you.

“I want to f-fill you up, my baby,” he whispers, lips running along your jaw. “You love it, yes? You love when your Cardinal fills all of your eager little holes?”

You try to nod but his hand reaches out to grasp your jaw. They work your mouth open until your moans spill out freely. He gently strokes your chin with his thumb, spreading drool over your heated skin and pulling at your swollen bottom lip. You’re utterly ruined, a captive to his unholy, sinful ways.

“Use your words, amorino,” he whispers, the bristly hairs of his mustache tickling the shell of your ear. “Tell me how much you love it. Tell me you want me to fill you up.”

“I love it so much,” you choke out. “S-so much, please, my Cardinal. I want to be full, I need it, n-need you.”

Copia hums his praises, pushing the fingers of his other hand into your mouth until you feel your jaw going slack. There is nothing left as you consume all of him, taking him all the way until you forget where your bodies meet and melt into one. Even so, Copia keeps chasing new highs, lips parted in voiceless gasps and deep groans, hot air ghosting over your face as he fucks you both senseless. The stimulation is too much, every thrust sending you deeper into lustful oblivion, and you start to twitch, your knees straining, your back achingly hollow, every nerve cell on edge.

“Are you going to come for me, baby?” he asks, his voice surprisingly soft even through his strained breathing. “Come for your Cardinal, amore. I want to feel it.”

Your muscles convulse around him, white hot pleasure spreading through your whole body like molten gold as you squeeze his cock, his fingers, his heart. You bite down, a choked, painful scream booming from your throat. You tremble uncontrollably through your climax, holding on tightly to the sheets until your fingers cramp. Copia’s thumb starts to press into your cheek when he suddenly stutters. His hips slam into yours a few more times before he stills, shaking under the weight of his own pleasure when his seed fills you in hot bursts. Even after he stops twitching he gives a few more slow rolls of his hips, a few more rubs of his fingers, fucking his cum into you until his exhaustion overweighs. He withdraws both of his hands, staying buried inside your heat as he rolls you both to your sides.

For a long moment, you both breathe into the sudden silence. You take longer to recover, drunk on ecstasy and lingering bliss even as your body starts to feel sore and used. Copia pulls you flush against his chest, taking a deep, melodic inhale through your hair before he kisses down your neck – quick, wet pecks that make you giggle and writhe.

“Così dolce, hmmm. So good, so sweet.” His tongue runs along your sweaty skin, down the slope of your shoulder and back up along your throat. “Ti amo, ti amo tanto, amore. You are my heart and my soul. Did so well for me, so perfect.”

You close your eyes as he showers you in more praises and soft kisses, reaching out to grasp his hands and open the sippers on his gloves. Once he’s bare, you intertwine your fingers, trailing kisses along his knuckles and over his palm before you press them to your heart. Copia keeps you still, lingering inside of you for as long as he can until his softening dick inevitably slips out. Even so he hugs you close, intimately, skin glued to skin, chests heaving in sync. You turn your head with a soft smile, taking a glimpse at his mussed up hair and paint-smeared face. His lips capture yours, one more slow, tired kiss, one more whisper about how much you love him. Eyes close and you drift off, falling into the pillowy quiet around you.

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed – kudos, comments, rbs etc are as always much appreciated ♡

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𖤐Hot Cherry Bomb

Third part of Dark Lipstick

Cardinal Copia/ Reader Fem/V

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Once you, and everyone at the ministry, realized what you have become, some proposals and concerns come to light, but your secret relationship with Copia is being threatened by your condition, because it means not being with him or death.

Warnings: +18 MDNI, Smut, with a demon, Design inspired in Callie Maggotbone (Ugly Americans, S1 E5 "Treegasm")

Picture @DjevelensWolfe

Weeks after Copia’s accidental summoning, you both have been more open about your desires for each other, at least in his case, he started to make you small gifts, being blatantly attentive to you, his eyes always fixated in your figure when you’re near, excited like a puppy, he follows you everywhere, never asking for anything in return for his attentions, only waiting for your eyes to meet his and if you smile at him, specially at something he said, that’s enough for the enamored Cardinal to feel light-headed, he’s addicted to the sound of your laugh which rings in his mind and keeps looking for opportunities to keep you interested on him.

You both have talked many times that there will be nothing that you won’t allow, he’s happy to have you around and let it be known that he adores you. But in these weeks, with the changes that have occurred to your body, things have complicated for you, you don't know how this new phase works, you fear that if you let your desires out as you would like, he could get hurt, in which way? You had heard horrible stories about how demons, or half demon in your case, can be too much for a human, even killing them in the heat of passion, added to the heat that burns you from time to time, especially if you think about him too much, sometimes you even feel sick, you need him in front of you, you want to be in his mind, make him squirm under you, the heat crashes you again making your skin look deep pink wishing that his freckled skin rubs against you…

“Y/N? Are you listening to me?” Sister Imperator questions you, standing arm-crossed and raising an eyebrow. She knows you haven’t heard her in a while now. You look to the people around you at the table, these meetings have been arranged to discuss how are your advances in your new state, to gather information about how to deal with it in the safest way possible.

“I’m sorry, ma’am” you can only fidget with the hem of your dress, looking down “Could you repeat that, please?”

“Ironically, you just answered what I asked you, I was asking you if you had trouble concentrating because of your change” she’s way more patient than you give her credit for when you first met her.

When the change occurred in your body, you were not sure who to turn to exactly, you did know that in the ministry they would know what to do, but who? The ghouls were the ones who ratted you out before you could seek help on your own, the Cardinal didn't think your change meant much so he didn’t tell anyone, but apparently it did, and that's what's been scaring you about yourself, Sister Imperator was worried that you were having sex with everyone, since creatures like you are famous for being insatiable and many times when they do not get what they want they become violent, since then they have had interviews with you and some ghouls present, more than anything to know if what you say is true, because although they are at ease with you being unproblematic, they’re not reassured that you repress yourself is the way to go either.

The curious eyes of the Ghouls from different eras are on you, you know they are talking about you, one or the other raises their nose to smell something in you, you squeeze your thighs thinking the worst, they say things in each other's ears and smile showing their fangs, when It was discovered that you were the descendant of a high-ranking demon, they hovered around you like bears and you were covered in honey, you even hear them grunt in their chests, they’re curious what could be like to be with someone like you, it just baffles them a little more that you haven't been with any of them yet, for satiate your appetite even if it is. But you don’t have appetite for them, you’re not sure if anyone there knows that the one you crave for it’s only one man, you may be horny 25/8, but you don’t have the desire to fuck everyone, that’s different and you don’t dare to say that, because it’s none of their business.

“Why do you hold yourself back, sister?” you can't tell which girly-voiced ghoul is talking to you, so you answer without looking up at first, swallowing hard.

“I’m not a sister, and… I” you look around you “I’m not holding back; I try to satisfy myself…” but it’s not enough, you know that, you can masturbate more than 10-15 times a day, which you have done, and the only thing you achieve is that you can only think things a little better for a short time, because the desire returns and rises like the tide, especially at night, when you expect Copia to summon you again.

“You’re repressing yourself; we can see it because your transformation it’s not done” one of the ghouls remarks in a very calm tone, the corpulent ghoul that sits beside you, he was one of the few who looked less interested in flirting with you than the newer ones.

“It’s not?” your defeated words resonate in the room; you ask yourself what else need to be done?

“I just want to point out that, there’s steam coming out of you, are you hot?” a young-looking ghoul points above your head, you notice the steam coming from your head and pulse points.

“No, well, yes but I can’t feel it” as if it was a concern that you could burn it all, you know you can, but hasn’t happened yet “I just need to cool down or I’ll burn my clothes again” you grab a folder nearby to fan your face.

“Well, hello fellow fire element” the ghoul to the right of the first ghoul who speaks to you tells you in a flirtatious and unashamed tone. A couple share the laugh, you can’t find what’s funny about it.

“I believe that’s another thing, we… fear that suppressing who you are might lead to dire consequences” Sister finally breaks her silence, you’ve never seen her so quiet about a thing, it’s obvious the ghouls would know more about your kind, you fear maybe she even might think about binding you or worse… vanishment.

“Like?” fearful of asking, your voice gets lower, remembering the time you almost rip Copia’s tongue out with your teeth because you get too excited while kissing or the several times you burnt your clothes or his because you want to hold him so much, at least you didn’t seriously hurt him and you won’t wait for it to happen.

“We don’t know, but hell fire is not something to play with” like you needed more reasons to be scared of being near your dear Copia, your eyes can’t even water properly as your tears evaporate as soon as they touch your skin and your pitch black eyes don’t let be seen that you want to cry.

“Please, I need to be excused, can we talk another day?” Seeing you all so down, they leave you for the moment, you stay outside the office for a few seconds until all the ghouls come out after you, some say goodbye to you, but you don't listen to them.

Hell fire. Nobody ever told you that was a possibility, only the sex drive part, of course everybody remembers that, yes, your libido has been the first sign of your change, but it doesn’t make you mad, it’s only when you think of Copia when it sky rockets your desire, it’s not anybody, and your priority it’s his safety, maybe you can do stuff from a distance, unable to touch, that’s the saddest thought.

“You know” someone says behind you near your ear “You might be able to control it if you let go just one time” a short ghoul appears in front of you, his grin shows off his fangs, you recognize he’s the one that said he’s a fire ghoul, maybe he’s interested in burning all with you.

“And if you want to… you know ‘let go’ you can’t hurt us, so it’ll be okay” a very slanky ghoul says as he makes air quotes, their offer comes from their natural curiosity, not many high rank demons can be in men realm because of how dangerous and vicious they can get, so compared to them you’re practically harmless.

“Unlike if you try with a human, just a thought, take it into consideration, gorgeous, if you don’t want to burn anybody alive, of course” your face must have given your disdain away, they can sense that not even for morbidity does it attract your attention, you only politely smile and walk away annoyed.

You rather be chained up with crucifixes than even think to be with somebody else, you have to look for all the options, walking along a stone path to get away from everyone, thousands of possibilities go through your overwhelmed mind, you just want a little silence, you have in mind to enter the gardens and beyond, before you can disappear from everyone's sight, a beautiful voice calls you, the one you can't resist.

“Y/N! I’ve been looking for you…” you hug him tightly, cutting his words, nuzzling on his neck taking his scent in, not his cologne, your nose can surpass that in his skin, his nerves, his sweet blood running through his veins, you open you pitch black eyes noting what are you doing to stop yourself once more.

“I’ve missed you” you say in a tone sexier than you expected, his face completely flustered and out of words, you’re not sure what you did, and yet, you have him whimper close to you “These meetings are such a drag” you change the subject, Copia blinks awaken from your spell.

“That I know about” he smiles sweetly to you “You haven’t told them?” He extends his hand indicating that you walk together, you lead the way through the bushes and trees that surround you, already making you feel more relaxed.

“About what exactly?” you ask feeling his gaze upon you, you try not to look at him so you don't get distracted by your desires again, even avoiding taking his hand just in case the glove it’s not enough to protect him.

“The summoning and that I did it, and what we are” both of you have avoided adding those details to whoever knows about your condition, just because you fear they will take him away from you or have more people from the clergy watching over both of you constantly.

“I don’t know why should I” you try to discard the thought and by your mannerisms he does too.

“Have you discovered something new?” his sheepish smile raises your spirit for a second, just before you remember the outcome of the meeting, he awaits your answer patiently as you hesitate.

“A few things…” when you say it you speed up the step towards an abandoned chapel.

“Bad things?” the Cardinal asks you following you around the stone brick building reclaimed by the forest decades ago.

“Definitely not good” accepting out loud feels worse than you imagined "Apparently the reason I'm always steaming and burning things is because my element is fire and I can only control it if... I let myself go. But if that happens, I can hurt whoever is near me" you swallow hard, battling the knot in your throat.

“Oh… that’s is indeed not good” He takes you by the arm when he sees you so distraught, turns you so that you can see him face to face and looks for your gaze, lifting your chin with a gloved hand.

“Unless” your voice comes out with more grace and charm than you would like.

“Yes?” he doesn’t let go of your chin holding you softly.

“Unless it’s a creature who can endure, like… a ghoul or any other type of demon, so…” you divert your eyes down, his face changes, you look to him to find just the thing you feared the most, hurting him and not in the physical way.

“So…? Do you want to be with…?” he mumbles, his voice barely audible.

“No!” You meet his lost stare, at least in that you’re sure as the sun is round “Our options are reduced to do things from a distance, I think… Or…”

“Thanks Lucifer…” he smiles relieved, expecting a favorable answer from you.

“We should accept this is too risky for you and just end this as it is” you drop your thought unsure and unwittingly.

“No, cara, I’ve waited for you my whole life, I can’t…. please don’t ask me this” it’s unbearable to see him like that, you’re even almost completely turned off for once. He takes your hands into his, kissing them as he whimpers miserably.

“I can’t either…” with your eyes constantly evaporating your tears he can only gaze at your swollen nose and the sound of your sobs to notice that you’re also sad “but this, I know this isn’t how we expected things to be, but I would not forgive myself is I accidentally summon hell fire and…”

“Hell fire? Like the fire the ghouls make?” he jolts when he hears what you said, somehow that captured his attention, his sadness receding.

“Maybe, maybe something stronger, I don’t know much about these things” you try to understand his reaction because he holds you in his arms and he seems happier, brushing his fingers on your cheeks tenderly.

“I do know…” he chuckles before closing the gap between you two, even when his lips are not a strange sensation over yours, you’re surprised by him kissing you eagerly. Against your wishes, you try to push him away slowly.

“My love, please we shouldn’t… remember last time? I burnt your cassock” you remind him what happened the first time you both tried to be together, when you burned his black cassock by swirling too much on his chest for pulling it to take it off and your blouse ended up totally scorched.

“It’s the black one anyway, it’s not noticeable” he grazes his lips over yours when he couldn’t reach you, he held you tightly by the waist, it was difficult, the heat was raising up again.

“Copia, please…” you whine not letting him go.

“Am I bothering you?” his tone shows concern, for a second he fears he’s been too persistent.

“No, that’s the problem, I can’t refuse you, so please, don’t ask me anything” Your words partly do reflect what you say, because you have him very well gripped by the neck and you had not noticed how close you are to each other, feeling your hearts gallop next to each other, your agitated breaths mixing, his is so sweet that it drives you crazy to eat him whole.

“Let go… Y/N” you widen your eyes, suddenly scared, but you know you don’t want anything else.

“I can’t…” you whisper to his face as you lower your hands down to keep them flat on his chest.

“You’re scorching hot” He brushes his nose against yours smiling, bringing your foreheads together.

“Did I hurt you?” you exclaim pushing him back you he doesn’t let you.

“No, but look…” in his red cassock you can see your hands marked on the cloth, as if he had left the iron on for too long, the shiny hands on his chest make you jump slightly.

“Shit! I’m so sorry…” your apologies fall into deaf ears, he laughs charmingly, he kisses you on both cheeks.

“Don’t be, please” he says happier than you expect him to be, he lets go of you and begins to unbutton his cassock quickly, just then you notice he’s not wearing the biretta.

“Don’t take it off, Copia it’s your only protection” shocked by what he is doing, you put your hands to try to stop him, but you do not exert much force because in a short time he is left only in pants and a shirt that he wears underneath, your concern increases, or rather the tide of heat that is approaching when you see he begins to unbutton his shirt.

“Look at me” says the sweet cardinal patiently “Y/N, look at me” You look carefully at his open shirt, his exposed chest lightly covered with hair, a mark stands out, something that at first seemed like a group of moles under his collar bone, they form a series of spiral numbers, it's not a tattoo, it's the mark, the real one, when you look at it you run your fingers over it unable to believe it, you knew that he was special, the only one for you, but this goes beyond what you could ever have guessed.

“Is this?” you’re so pleasantly surprised, your worries melt down, at least most of them.

“Yes. You can’t hurt me, amore” he excitedly says “I was made for this, just like you”

Without waiting for a single second, you pounce on him without fear of hurting him with your sharp fangs on his neck, you greedily lick the vein in his neck up to his lobe, he gasps in your ear, while you feel his fingers digging into your thighs, teasing the thin fabric of your underwear making an effort to pull them down, he then smiles at you tenderly, lost looking at your face, brushing his finger on your lower lip, thrilled that he doesn’t have to imagine how it feels like to be with you anymore, while you palm his chest looking once or twice at the mark, you slowly try to lick his finger but you feel something different, a little scared, you touch your own tongue, which feels forked in two, you look up at the Cardinal who looks at you fascinated, it means it's working already.

He closes the space between the two of you to give you a rough kiss, his teeth collide with yours and your tongue finds the most hidden corners of his mouth, you sigh through your nose and hot steam comes out along with a moan that rumbles in your throat.

He parts from you to finish taking off his clothes, you only half lower the top of your dress and half raise your skirt and kick your panties away, then he takes you by the waist to place you against a stone brick wall behind you, takes your thighs and he lifts you up without saying a word, you just feel his sweet breath on you, he growls when he feels you open and wet for him. You grab him by the neck tightly and force your heels into his butt cheeks to make him slide inside you, as he does you both roll your eyes in anticipation.

“Sei più delizioso di quanto potessi immaginare” he moans with his eyes closed pinning you against the wall with his desperate thrusts.

“Copia… you feel so good, please…”

Something interrupts you again, you feel that something has fallen to the ground, he follows your gaze and feels something dangling between his legs, he tries to capture it with one hand, but it escapes him, he doesn’t let go of you to look for it, you feel a pressure in your lower back and make a little effort, that is then when a pink hairless tail lifts up to your shoulder, feeling your own skin brushing against itself, you smile mischievously wrapping the tail around his neck, naturally having control over it.

“Don’t stop” you command him, needy as he is, he thrusts into you mercilessly.

You knew that the months of waiting would help you not need a foreplay to start strong, along with your condition, nuzzling on your neck he gives all his energy to make everything that he had been saving for you come true, as your moans get louder so does your heat that begins to burn around both of your bodies, as he said, he’s unharmed, he sees you so wild growling thanks to the perfect rolling of his hips hitting the right spot, you were also starving for his body which makes your moans become a screech.

The tension inside you builds up, losing yourself each second you can’t help but scratch his shoulders cutting his skin and lapping up the blood that your claws have drawn, he doesn’t stop thrusting, on the contrary he does so faster.

“Mia bella serpente, mia bella tentazione” his voice broken by his effort makes you tremble within the little that you can still move “Ti voglio così tanto”

“Copia, no puedo más, no me sueltes! Me quemo!” your desperate screams echo for miles around, lost in your own pleasure, you don't quite know how you can speak, while the pressure in your head finally escapes in the form of screams and fire that consumes everything around you, and as Copia said, he is intact.

Violent bluish flames envelop you both, while he also has an orgasm and screams along with you like a possessed man, you bite his shoulder a little hard, marking your teeth on his tender skin now full of bruises, blood and freckles, a delicious spectacle in your opinion, you didn't know you had that in you.

The tree that was erected above you, catches fire like your blood and your skin that are boiling, you don't know how many minutes pass until your flames calm down and the screams were silenced by kisses, he joins your foreheads together, but something hits him, the pressure on your head and the infernal fire have ended up exposing the horns that you should always have, your crescent-shaped horns ignited the fire that consumed the tree and marked your body shape into the wall, burning the leaves and the ivy that once was behind you could see it when he helped you down and you both saw how the dark marks on the wall had the shape of your torso and your buttocks, you both laughed a little at that, but not so much at the tree, you quickly put on your clothes to go to ask for help to put out the fire, while you run together he takes you by the hand and smiles at you.

“I hope at least it was worth of your liking, cara” he stops for a second to kiss your hand, you let him do, but immediately you resume your running.

“Did I liked it you ask?” you laugh “My dearest Copia, this is just the beginning…” you smile at him showing your forked tongue.

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