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osirisiii-bc · 9 months

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Kids temp (one-shot Copia x reader)

Today is IYRIN day BUT I’ve been on holiday last week and didn’t have time to define the last details of the VI chapter, which is 90% done so it should be a matter of days. In the meantime, I was looking at the pics of Copia from the Impera Box Set and thought how melancholic he looked in there… from there, me ending up writing a one-shot of a blow job was just a totally natural act.

Enjoy, this is my today’s contribution to the community 🌹

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Rating: Explicit / oral sex / nsfw

Words: 2089 (One shot)

Pairing: Papa Emeritus IV / Female Reader

Summary: You know he is going to have a day full of meetings and he had been working tirelessly on bureaucratic stuff for days. He must be so stressed, but you are there with only a cup of coffee to relieve his spirit. That can not be the only contribution you can offer to make him feel better, right?

AO3 / Wattpad

You knew, by the moment you set the bet with your sisters, that you were going to win it. And you really cannot wait for it to happen.

While walking toward his office, down the Ministry corridors, the only thing you can think of is how to act and what to say when you’ll be in his presence alone. You very rarely have the chance to spend time with him without dozens of people around and you are yet to understand which attitude is best to interact with him.

The coffee cup in the tray you carry trembles along with your unstable grip.

You pause. “Ok, now calm down.” You mentally say to yourself, closing your eyes for a moment, before stepping again through the quiet corridor.

You finally face the guard ghoul outside his office, raising the tray a bit to let him see. “His coffee.” You just say, and the ghoul just nods without a word.

You take a few seconds to knock at the large wooden door, hearing back a far “Come in.”

You do as commanded.

In the shadow, Copia’s silhouette starts to define itself at each step, revealing a middle age - yet very charming - man, hair elegantly slicked back, a decorated papal vestment and a simple skull face paint, that surprisingly does not look very scary.

You know he is going to have a day full of meetings and he had been working tirelessly on bureaucratic stuff for days. He must be so stressed, but you are there with only a cup of coffee to relieve his spirit. That can not be the only contribution you can offer to make him feel better, right?

You take your time to stare at him a bit more. You can read on his face a sense of melancholy and wisdom.

His expressive eyes finally notice you, granting you nothing more than a brief glance.

“Your Unholiness, your coffee…”

He just gestures for you to place it on the desk.

“You can leave it here, dear.” He quickly moves some of the papers he was focused on, to create some space for the cup, don’t bother looking at you. His movements have something clumsy, but you do as instructed, carefully leaving his coffee on the desk.

“…Kids temp.” You add with a little smile, standing there hoping to catch his attention.

“Thank you.” He briefly smiles back at you, nodding as if to give you permission to go.

You were told he was nothing like Terzo, who was hard to have around, making all your sisters nervous and shivering in excitement, especially when he was silent. Copia, on the other hand, had become progressively more quiet and dorky with time, inspiring more of a sense of tenderness, which awoke the desires of the large part of sisters and brothers with daddy issues of the Ministry. You joined right after he was promoted to the Papa, feeling safe and comfortable around him and his gentle ways from the beginning.

You feel you can dare to tease him a bit with no fear of consequences.

“Do you need anything?” He anticipates you, giving you a little hope of interaction.

“Yes, I was very interested in ancient spells lately, I was wondering if you store any interesting books about it here in your office.”

“There are plenty of books about ancient spells in the Ministry library, no need to search here. I’m sure you’ll find something interesting there.” He replies quietly.

“Well, can I see if I find something else of interest, here? Maybe a record, I’d like to hear new music.”

Copia gives you the tiniest smile, before lowering his gaze to the papers again “You are a very curious one, eh?”

You smile in response, roaming around the room, glancing at the titles in the large library and hoping he’s still looking at you.

After moments of silence, you go back to his desk, standing with your hands behind your back.

“What are you working on?”

“Oh, boring stuff… papers, writings. Just Papa stuff…” he briefly smiles at you.

“Can I see?” You say, circling the table to reach his side. Standing next to him, you can feel a slight tension as he moves his papers to hide what he doesn’t want to show to you, but he is far too polite to tell you no.

“I really don’t think you would be interested.”

“But I am.”

“My dear, I really don’t think you’d be interested.” He probably hoped that would end the conversation, but, unfortunately for him, you are one of the rituals favourite for your cheeky manners.

“Can I sit here?” You ask, ignoring his slight irritation “If I am not being too bold…”

“You are being too bold.” He stares at you, and his expression finally softens, probably aware that he’s not going to get rid of you that easily “But I don’t mind having a bit of company.”

You smile happily, taking one of the heavy chairs next to his.

“It must be tiring…” you comment, glancing at all the stuff on the table.

“It is sometimes, but it is my duty. Everybody has one, mine it’s just a bit more… demanding.”

You find it terribly cute how he briefly smiles and looks at you every time he stops talking. It is so comforting, like a dad explaining adult stuff to his child.

“Can I do something to relieve your stress a bit while you work…?”

Now Copia stops what he was doing, looking away from you, a casual point in front of him, as hit by a sudden thought.

“It still surprises me how all you young girls are so willing to lose your time over an old man like me…” his expression hardens a bit, he’s not even looking at you, but somehow he is letting you know he already got your intentions.

“You’re far too modest, I don’t think you do not know how charming you are...” You lean a bit closer, carefully. You got the feeling that any abrupt gesture could unsettle him.

“I find you so interesting… boys my age are quite superficial. I’d much prefer spending time learning from a wise man like you than talking silly things with my peers.” And you really mean that. Aside from that silly bet, you have always really admired him, his gentle and sometimes dorky ways and his overall elusive nature.

There was a time when Copia had been active in the Ministry activities, always present in rituals and masses, way less in orgies. Apparently, he preferred one chosen partner at the time, but he still did enjoy simple pleasures such as plain, quick sex. Then, as he became Papa, something slowly changed. You could imagine how the burden of that responsibility could weigh on one’s shoulders, but you could sense something more in the way his face changed over time.

On stage he can become a totally different person, confident, funny, seductive… but once back in the Ministry, he turns back to his introverted attitude.

You dare to place a hand on his tight like to comfort him. You feel him flinch faintly.

“Sister…”

“I’m doing nothing…” you whisper. You liar.

“Really…”

“Please.” You know that under that melancholy face, there is a man who still enjoys the company of pretty girls, but somehow feels now inappropriate to indulge in that kind of behaviour.

“I’ve been dreaming of you for so long…” you don’t even bother masking your true intentions while you whisper those words dangerously close to his face. He closes his eyes as if expecting that kind of confession. But he stays silent.

He turns to you, looking at your eyes and lips “I’m… really busy, sister.”

“Then just pause a bit.” You simply reply, caressing his face, tenderly.

Finally, he leans closer to you, showing on his face contrasting feelings, but unable to resist the excitement.

He finally kisses you, and what you meant it to be a moment of passion, turns out to be a tender, cautious contact.

He releases a nervous sigh as you deepen the kiss. You feel his tongue first timidly, but then passion ignites inside of him and he doesn’t hold back anymore. His kisses are slow and soft, and his hand leans for your face, caressing your cheek while your lips touch.

You dare to let a hand slide down from his leg to the groin, but he intercepts it. He looks at you, almost with anger, tilting his head to look into your eyes with a silent “Please, don’t.” But you smile slily at him, keeping eye contact as you place your other hand on his to release the grip.

His weak opposition can do nothing against your deep kisses. You’ve been there long enough to master every persuasion technique, sharpening your sex talents. Orgies and sex with siblings and cardinals are part of your routine, you really needed something unusual to revamp your senses.

You didn’t know Copia had noticed you long ago, even before you became of age, but didn’t dare make any comment or let you get any hint of his interest.

In the last few years, he had started to prefer partners his age or only slightly younger, appreciating the calm intercourse he could share with more mature partners, but he also still enjoyed the freshness that young individuals could bring to his long days, from time to time.

His respectful ways and shy nature were something unusual in the Ministry… something that violently turned you on.

You move your hand slowly and steadily, adoring the sensation of his body getting harder under your touch. He moans softly, his hand firmly on the back of your head to keep you close. You kiss again and again while he starts moving his hips along with your strokes. As your hand moves on his length, he lets go of a deep sight, resting in the chair seatback, his head leaning back.

You reach his exposed neck, kissing it passionately, inhaling his cologne.

To his surprise, you stand up, only to get down again, this time on your knees, adjusting between his legs.

“Oh cazzo…”* You hear him whisper.

You finally free his cock from the voluminous robe, caressing it a bit more to have it fully prepared for you; then, you close your eyes as you take it all in your mouth with no hesitation, taking your time to taste all of it. You think about the last words you shared with your sisters when setting the bet, “I really want to know what he tastes like.” one of them had said. Before you, she had failed a few days prior, and you cannot wait to go back to them and describe every detail of his cock and how good it tasted.

Copia sights in relief, letting himself go on the chair. He places a hand on your head to guide your rhythm; you can’t resist lifting the gaze, finding his eyes already on you. Any grain of opposition disappeared from his face, the only expression you can detect is pure bliss while you work on his cock with your tongue and lips.

“Damn you little girl…” he manages to mourn through his broken breath.

You alternate fast, deep moves with slow and delicate licks, locking eyes with him whenever you can.

You smile around his cock when his hand pushes you down, letting you swallow all of him to the base. He groans deeply, pushing into you with light thrusts.

“Yes…” you hear “yes…”. And in a matter of minutes, you feel his body tense and his grip on your hair harden to the point it starts to hurt, but you don’t mind. He’s coming into your mouth, not bothering to move your head away. He knows how experienced you are at swallowing; Voices run fast through the Clergy.

You wait for him to empty, receiving everything he has to give to you.

He looks at you finally rise your head, touching your mouth with your fingers to recoup the last drops of his sperm.

He relaxes his entire body on the chair, eyes closed in what seems both enjoyment and regret mixed together.

“Go now, please.” He simply says, adjusting his robe again, breath still heavy for the orgasm.

“I’m sorry for your coffee, it must be cold now…” you say, with the most innocent tone. He glances at you, suddenly remembering that you came in just for the coffee “Maybe I can bring you another one…?”

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*”Oh shit…”

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osirisiii-bc · 7 months

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Dinner time [Kids temp part II - Papa Emeritus IV x F!Reader -OS]

Following the suggestion of a reader, here it is a second part where we witness the after-encounter commentary of the Sisters… and so much more.

This had been sitting in my drafts for literal months, but there were some details I really couldn’t work until inspiration hit back again.

I know I often make parallels between cunnilingus and food, but girl, if they gotta eat, they gotta eat.

This story in particular was written mostly for fun and to give a little bit of love to the Sisters, with little glimpse of their everyday life at the Ministry. Enjoy ;)

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Title: Dinner time [Kids Temp part II]

Genre: PWP, smut, explicit, oral sex, sex, nsfw

Pairing: Papa Emertitus IV x F!Reader (Sister of Sin)

Rating: Nc17

Summary: After the first encounter in his office, thanks to a cup of kids temp coffee, Papa requests you to serve dinner in his chambers. You obviously do not neglect the task… and the new bet with your Sister-best friend. Wattpad | AO3 or down here 👇🏻

Fors those who haven’t read the first part: Kids Temp >>> Wattpad | AO3

You run straight to your group of Sister friends, jumping with your brightest grin.

They are grouped in the cloister, enjoying each other’s company between chores.

You hug the Sister you had made the bet with, your best friend, wrapping your arms around her neck and kissing her on the lips. “Do you feel it? That’s the taste of victory!” you chirp with your high-pitched voice.

“Nooo way!” she screams in response, just as happy as you. “My little hoe!”

“Ah, great, you did it…” you hear Sister Lucy, visibly irritated, "but you know what? I fucked Terzo so many times that you can go fuck yourself.”

“All pre-Copia sisters here fucked Terzo, there's really nothing to brag about.” another sister comments.

"Oh, come on, don't be sad... maybe he was just in a bad mood that day," you try to comfort her. You know she's not really mad at you, only let down because she didn't make it with Copia. You're soon interrupted by the other Sisters.

“Come on, tell us about his cock!”

"And his perfume! Does he really smell that good?"

"He smells like he bathes in Armani every morning..." you confirm, rolling your eyes all dreamy.

"I knew it was Armani!"

"How did you persuade him? He looks so unreachable lately..."

"It was pretty easy, actually. I don't know what worked… I just acted annoying as usual." You shrug. "You just have to insist a bit more, I guess. It's all about keeping the connection."

Another Sister interrupts you again. “But back to the most important thing: the dick.”

“Is he big?”

“Yes! He IS big! And he is soooo good… And he likes deepthroat…”

“All men like deepthroat.”

“Yes but the way he pushes you down is…” again you roll your eyes as you were telling them of a dream “…so demanding.”

"Did you only blow him?"

"Yeah," you say with a little bit of disappointment. "But it was great anyway."

"Well, you made it anyway. Maybe he likes you..." Sister Ania tenderly caresses your hair with the sweetest smile. "Maybe he'll make you his new chosen partner."

You really wish… you feel so in love.

You decided to join the Clergy after watching the band at a concert, after Copia was proclaimed new Papa. In the dimly lit concert hall, hidden from your oppressive family who had no knowledge of your attendance, you watched in awe Papa Emeritus IV magnifically honoring Lucifer and decided you wanted to spend the rest of your days kneeling before that man. It was your call to escape, to run away from your family, finding a new, loving one in the other Sisters with a similar background as yours.

To everybody you are still “The little one”, everyone’s child. Much like the other girls who joined the order at a tender age, you sought refuge among the Sisters, forging bonds with those who shared backgrounds akin to your own, supporting each other and sharing fantasies of your favorite Papas, fueled by the tales of the older sisters, who were much more experienced than you but always ready to guide and protect you through their teachings.

You found in sex liberation and power, when you felt ready to experiment with it, and in the Sisters of Sins a new, loving family.

Days are dedicated to the rigors of the Ministry, toiling away at chores and immersing yourself in rituals, masses and daily life of the order. But as the sun dips below the horizon, nights come alive. The dormitories echo with the sound of celebration – parties, orgies, and whispers that stretch into the morning. Here, you all share the common bond of sisterhood, stories from the older ones, and the simple joys of being together.

Among the many sisters, one name reigns supreme: Serena, The Legend. She holds a unique distinction, having been with all the Papas throughout her time. Contrary to common belief, having sex with a Papa wasn't something to be taken for granted.

Even before the formal inception of the Sisters of Sin order during Secondo's papacy, Serena was already a devout fan. She had followed the band from its humble beginnings in small clubs, led by Primo. During that period, she had been engaged to an insufferable man who only succeeded in making her feel insecure.

Yet, as she found herself chanting those unholy lyrics alongside Primo and a handful of early fans, it was like a clarion call to reclaim her independence. Serena had been one of the earliest to join the Sisters of Sin order. Breaking up with her useless fiancé, she embarked on a personal mission: to find Primo and complete the to-do list of Papas. She tracked him down in the Ministry and managed to sneak into his room one night.

When asking her how did she manage to fuck with him, given his age, she just responded “Dick didn't work well anymore, but damn me if the man can still use fingers and tongue!”

She had a personal chart of the Papas, which looked like this:

Primo: definitely too old to have a proper fuck, but the best with tongue and fingers.

Secondo: the biggest dick of all. Dominant, strong, perverted. The drawback was that he was often too drunk; a few times, he even drifted off mid-action.

Terzo: a pretty average dick, but totally compensated by his twisted kinks and his romantic ways. He definitely knew how to treat a woman, while he was a total whore with boys and Ghouls. Funniest sex, especially in group, but better not to trust whatever he said during it. He just forgot the moment he came.

Copia: she fucked with him both as a Cardinal and as a Papa; even though she had been one of his selected partners for a bit, she first got the impression he preferred boys, to the point she thought he was just gay. Big dick, a shame he was so shy now. A wasted potential.

Needless to say, Papa Nihil is definitely off-limits for everyone.

You spend nights awake in her dormitory listening, along with the other girls, to her stories and hoping to reach her success and confidence.

Copia is only the first Papa you had been with.

You love your friends.

“Have you seen my panties?” One of them is now calling you while you have your hand busy into Cardinal Anthony’s pants.

“No, honey...”

“A ghoul wants to smell them while we fuck.”

“I haven't seen ‘em, but here, take mine.” you grab the panties on the floor near you and hand them to her, keeping the rhythm of your hand on the cardinal. You know the Ghouls can easily smell the difference but you’re sure that will not be important on that occasion.

“Thank you, love.” and she leans to kiss your temple before leaving with your panties.

The orgies are an integral part of your daily routine. They serve not only to celebrate Satan’s - and yours - lust, but also to strengthen your bonds with your siblings and hierarchy figures, as well as to explore yourselves and your boundaries.

Although some might say that is a mere exploitation of the Sister’s body, to all of you it is an empowering expression of freedom. Every participant holds absolute autonomy over their bodies and choices. You have the freedom to accept or decline an invitation, to select your partners, and determine the duration of your participation. In this environment, all forms of unions are not only allowed but encouraged. You never felt so safe, and you are grateful you had your first sexual experience there, in a safe and controlled environment.

No longer after, another voice distracts you in the middle of the encounter.

“Once you’re finished here, take a shower and come to the kitchen.” An older Sister instructs, standing beside you as you ride the cardinal with moderate emphasis.

“Why?” You ask breathkessly.

“He wants you to serve his dinner in his room.”

“Who?”

“The Papa, sweetheart.”

“Papa?!” you burst into the biggest grin.“Yes!” you scream while riding even harder the cardinal under you, “yes!” and the thought of him fills your mind while you lose yourself in the overwhelming orgasm.

Not long later, you stand in the kitchen, fully prepared, patiently awaiting the moment to deliver the tray to his room.

You look down the tray: a salad, some fruits, a yogurt and a juice brick. All cold food. You smirk, your mind already awash with enticing fantasies.

Once more, you find yourself standing before a wooden door, tray in hand. It feels like a déjà vu, but this time, the wooden door leads to his chambers.

Less than an hour before, you had quickly cleaned yourself after the intercourse with cardinal Anthony and had run, still naked, to your best friend, who was blowing a ghoul.

“Papa wants me to serve his dinner!”

She had gestured you to wait one second, her mouth obviously full. Once done, she had just said “What?”.

And you had set another bet.

This time you needed to come both to win it. Full sex. You couldn’t wait.

Once more, you present the tray to the Ghoul and knock on the door, glad to hear his voice again after months, allowing you to enter.

"Your Unholiness," you greet him, a touch more confident than your last visit but still carrying a hint of insecurity from the time apart. "I've brought your dinner."

"Thank you, dear," he utters, his attention momentarily absorbed by his work at the writing desk. After a few moments, he shifts his gaze toward you. He's donned a pair of reading glasses, which he removes before rising and moving to the grand dining table at the center of the room. The place exudes opulence, adorned with a lavish predominance of gold that glistens with every source of light.

Everything within it seems so precious, and you can't help but imagine yourself surrendering to Papa's expert hands while leaning on that table, surrounded by all that opulent gold.

He appeared to be busy but you really can't tell with what. He gestures to the table, "Leave it here," he calmly instructs. There's a perpetual aura of solemnity that surrounds him, making you feel small and fortunate if he merely spares a glance in your direction.

You do as instructed, carefully leaving the tray where he indicated. You're now close enough to catch the faint scent of his cologne. Today, he's dressed in a somewhat more "casual" manner, wearing a decorated black cassock.

"It's good to have you here again," you express, allowing yourself to inquire, "How was the tour, if I may ask?"

"Very thorough, but successful indeed. We had a very positive response," he replies.

"Me and the other sisters watched some videos… you've been amazing," you share, with a certain admiration.

“Oh, you have? How nice.” you feel relieved to see his little smile again every time he says something. “How is it going here? Did you girls behave well?”

"We had a couple of LaVeyan's rituals, I’ve done the altar once!" you exclaim with excitement.

"Ah, really?" He seems pleased to hear that. "I know Secondo loved LaVeyan's rituals. I'm glad you're carrying on the old traditions."

He then glances at you standing beside the table. "But please, have a seat," he invites. "I don't want you to stand there like that."

Now, you're feeling noticeably more confident. He appears much more approachable than the first time you were alone with him. As you sit at his table, you gather the courage to ask, "How are you, Papa?" but almost immediately wonder if "Papa" might be too informal of a name to use.

However, he doesn't seem to mind. "Content, but tired... hopefully I'll have a little break from my duties now that the first part of the tour is over."

"Time to relax a bit..."

"Yeah... time to relax."

For a moment you stare at each other with complicity, and then you add, "I've known you specifically requested me to bring you dinner..."

“I may have.” he confirms. He rubs his fingers before continuing “You seem like a… colorful distraction to have around.”

You smile, surprised by his tender words. "I'm happy to know you still remember me,"

He smiles briefly and glances away, seemingly a bit embarrassed by his own thoughts. "Sometimes... you came back to my mind during the lonely nights after gigs..."

You can already see where this conversation will lead. "I hope there were good memories."

"You left me with a good memory, indeed."

"You too..." your smile transforms into a smirk. It seems like the time for small talk has come to an end. "...and with a good taste."

“Actually…” and he pauses, as you slowly pull up the skirt on your thighs, progressively folding the fabric in your palms to expose yourself before his eyes, legs slightly apart. He looks down on you, interested, looking away after a few seconds, moving his tongue inside his mouth before continuing, “Well… You really don’t like to wait, little girl.”

You can only smile and bite your lower lip with joyful anticipation. “Why wait when time is already so little…”

He tilts his head, raising an eyebrow as if hit by those words. “As I was trying to say, I thought that last time we met, we only focused on me… maybe it wasn’t really kind of me to send you away without some… proper care.”

“That’s very nice of you…” you say. Leaning forward, you add, "May I come closer? This table is so large, it's hard to hear you."

As you stand up, your skirt gracefully falls to your legs. You move to his side, circling the table. Now standing in front of him, you create a smaller space between his chair and the table. He looks up at you, and you continue, "I was impressed by your stage performance, especially with your… fingers… and the thrusts…”

Copia chuckles, recalling the scenes he did during the heatwave of the shows.

"I wonder if you could show me in person..." You take one of his hands from the armrest and guide it lightly to your chest.

“Yes, I like… to use fingers…” and he timidly opens his glove covered hand to caress your breast, softly and hesitant. “I must say… you know how to start a fire.” he considers, pushing his hand on you a bit more, feeling your nipples wake up when he squeezes it, once again letting himself ignite by the growing excitement.

You smirk, looking down at him. You take off his glove, then slide his hand down your torso, until you reach your groin. He massages it through the fabric of your habit, but again you lift up the skirt, and his fingers finally get in contact with your bare skin. He starts by timidly caressing your inner thigh with the back of his index finger, while you start to breath heavily already.

He must find it so easy to casually slide his thumb up and down your clitoris, already wet. The other fingers lightly touching the area of your well lubed entrance. He’s still timid, looking distractly away, but when he looks at what his hand is doing he can’t help but release a heavy breath, his eyes darkening in desire.

You moan, your head rolls back with a step backwards, stopped by the edge of the table. Your hands grab the wood at your sides while you move to sit on it.

He then pulls the chair closer, and you have a silly realization of what he really meant by having you serving his dinner.

“Can I, sister…?” He asks, looking up at you, his hands already on your thighs.

“I bet you must be hungry…”

A smirk, and he disappears under your skirt to finally start enjoying his meal. You don’t see it but you feel what he is doing. You really feel it, and you remember why you like older men, thinking how many girls they have licked to gain their experience. He really seems the type who doesn’t really know how to start, but once in action he doesn’t hold back at all.

He’s patient, precise, moves his tongue with experienced technique; not in that fast, fidgety way the young priests and Brothers, and even other Sisters, do; his laps are soft, long and warm, just like he was eating a melting ice cream, licking all directions to prevent the cream to slide down… he licks you like he really loves doing it.

And he loves to delve his tongue deep between your labias and hear you panting while you move your hip towards his face, immersed in the warmth of your thighs.

All of a sudden, he speeds up, and that warm stimulation of his tongue moving quickly on your clitoris makes you almost jump.

You instinctually raise a leg and put your foot on the chair armrest, guided by his hand, gently pushing it to open you up a bit more.

You need to hold on something so you reach to his head, running your fingers through his now partially silver hair, gently guiding him when you need him to push more against you. The only thing you hear is wet sounds mixed with yours and his soft moans, which makes your whole body pulse and tremble.

At the end, when you start to run out of breath and your leg vibrate for the pleasure, he decides to stop, leaving you breathless and slightly disappointed.

Copia stands up, and that move alone is enough for you to flinch and gasp with anticipation. Despite not being exceptionally tall, he still towers over you, even as you sit on the table, and you look up to him, lips parted, impatient to feel his big hands on your waist and his mouth on you again. That’s what he does, grabbing your waist to pull you closer. In his face now, you catch a glimpse of the fierceness he shows on stage. You are his audience now, and he knows the power he got on you. If he were to ask you to bark, you'd already be on all fours, ready to give him your best performance.

You hope for it a little.

But instead you moan to the sensation of his covered erection against your nude, sensitive skin, while he takes advantage of your open lips to surprise you with a deep, passionate kiss, pushing between your legs even more. You taste yourself on his tongue and lips.

He hesitates for a moment, as if struck by a sudden thought.

"I don't want you to think I'm only using you…," he whispers against your lips, a hint of reconsideration showing on his face.

"You can use me any way you desire," you respond.

"Don't say that," he says softly before kissing you, his thumbs caressing your cheeks.

Before you can even expect it, you find yourself heavily panting to the sudden sensation of fulfillment that his two fingers pushed deep inside you provide. His head is hidden on the curve between your neck and shoulder, easily deepening inside you, curving his fingers in search of your point, then going out and in again, faster and faster.

“Please, Papa... I need more…” You manage to whisper with broken voice, following his rhythm with your hips. “Please…” and you remove your cap, finally freeing your hair. He grabs it, pulling you to him for a greedy, wet kiss while his expert fingers keep pushing inside you with no mercy.

Time to take the lead, so you reach his cassock to unbutton it under his curious eyes.

“Oh, Sister…”

You hear him grunting in your ear, muffling his moans through your hair, never daring looking at you while thrusting between your legs, with his cock in your hand.

With a little help he finally slides in, one hand on the table and the other on your hip, gasping and pushing in with all his strength.

The thrusts you had seen him do on stage are now pushing him as deep as he can in you, proving that’s not only stage acting. In a crescendo of your voices, him grunting quietly and you panting like a dying maiden, with high pitches whenever a well assessed thrust mercilessly hits your spot.

In the meantime, you frantically touch yourself on the clit, feeling him reaching his limit. His last pushes, the hips rotation and the crack in his voice give you the adrenaline rush you needed to reach your pick too, and as he greedily slides his tongue between your lips at the end, it is enough to come, resting your head on his shoulder, panting heavily in his ear as the orgasm shakes you for a few moments.

He holds you even tighter in his last spasms, feeling his desperate grip on your back, his hips tiredly moving for the last time before climax shakes his entire body, exhaling one last, exhausted grunt, leaning his neck over your shoulder.

“Wow…” you can only say, trying to catch your breath again. “You should spend more time with us… you’d make all us Sisters so happy.”

He shooks his head, chuckling “I’m not Terzo or Secondo…” he says with a tired smile “And you Sisters certainly have way more productive ways to spend time…” he finally falls on the chair, relaxing his limbs on the armrests while you fix yourself up.

If you could see his cheeks tinged with a light pink beneath the paint, you might notice how he appears even more tender, regardless of his role and age. “I’m not what I used to be anymore, I’m afraid you girls are way out of my league now, eheh.” and that little jiggle while he brushes his hair back with his hands reminds you how much you love him.

He takes the plate of salad and positions it in front of him on the table once you get down. Some leaves have fallen onto the tray, and the juice box now rests on the side. He doesn't even look at you as he distractedly asks, “So, did you win this bet too...?”

Voices really run fast through the Clergy.

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