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Vocal Practice

I am back! And with a one-shot this time! Dedicated to my dearest @notcallingyoualiar, because she listens to my wild ramblings and ideas and encourages bad behavior! And without her love and support, I wouldn’t be writing another story about these two goofy Ghoul wrangling ladies, so thanks, bb! ♥ This one’s for you!

Papa Emeritus III x OC Female Sister of Sin Word Count: 2794 Contains: NSFW/NSFT, 18+ content below the cut

“You sound spectacular, my darling! You’ve been practicing quite a bit while you were away, sí?”

Terzo noticed. Lucifer below, he noticed. As if she couldn’t fall even more head over heels for the damned man, he had to give her such sweet praise and with a smile - big, jubilant, and proud. Adelaide couldn’t stop herself from smiling - no - beaming in kind; her pinkened cheeks lifted up and gave him the biggest, widest, and toothiest grin she could manage until it almost hurt. “Yeah, when Dee and the Ghoulettes and I had the chance to, we’d just… y’know… jam and stuff. Nothing serious.” Nothing serious, even though she took every single note that the ladies gave her mentally, jotting them down in her journal when she had the chance to. Hell, even Copia offered some tips which she gladly scribbled down backstage in the green room.

It paid off, because her beloved Terzo noticed.

“‘Nothing serious’?” Terzo repeated in question, his smiling lips quirking into a smirk. “Il mio amante, I don’t know if I quite believe that.” He reached a bare hand out toward the woman sitting across from him, catching her chin in his gentle grasp and sweeping his thumb along her bottom lip. His mismatched gaze dropped down to follow the path of his finger as it swept right and toward her darkening cheek, before snapping back up to her bashfully averted gaze. “There is nothing to be embarrassed about, Adelaide. You do know that, right? You say you are not serious, and yet practicing even while on the road and working?” He let out a chuckle, delightfully warm and soft, followed with a playful tongue click. “I am impressed.”

“You are…?” The Emeritus was not one to lie and Addie was absolutely sure of that, but the question slipped from her lips faster than her brain could process what she was saying. She heard a soft hum in response and with a slow blink, turned her bright-eyed look back toward him. Damn him and his wicked charm that made her stomach twist into thirty different knots, and how his warm, open palm invited her to lean her cheek into his touch.

“Of course, bellissima. How could I not be? Your voice is getting stronger, and I can tell you’re becoming more confident in yourself and your skills.”

If he wanted confidence… Adelaide reached a hand out toward him, resting it upon his knee and splaying her fingers out across it. “Thank you,” she replied in earnest and with another beaming smile. Lucifer below, this man was going to be her undoing; he looked so proud, his eyes crinkling at the corners as his smile widened, and his thumb brushed along her cheek bone in a gentle caress. “But truthfully…” Her splayed fingers moved up toward his thigh, inching higher and higher, and she broke their steady gazing to turn her head down and look at where her hand was going - about halfway up his leg - before stopping. “… I’ve been practicing for you.”

She could almost imagine his expression when she looked back up: those beautiful mismatched eyes watching every move of hers, his lips parted in surprise, but with just the slightest of smirks toying at the corner, and when he mumbled Italian under his breath... She loved to catch the seducer off-guard, and by the pause of the touch on her cheek, and slow inhale through his nose, she knew she had done just that. And yet just as quickly, he recovered from his moment of surprise, pulling his hand back to her chin so he could once more take it and lift her head up to meet his smoldering look; she swore that white eye of his was glowing, hauntingly so.

“For me?” His voice was low, a touch husky, and deep within his chest. The woman’s nod in reply, and the way she dragged her bottom lip through her teeth in barely contained excitement fueled him - she was so pleased with herself, even leaning forward in her seat as her nails raked over the inner part of his thigh. The hand at her chin slid backward and into her soft reddish-brown hair, while his free hand grasped her wandering wrist, and in unison he tugged her forward and off her chair, encouraging her to sit straddling his lap. And she did, gladly lifting her habit up around her legs, her free hand coming up and tangling into his dark, slicked back hair. “For your Papa, sí?”

“Always for you, Terzo,” was the woman’s nearly breathless reply, no hesitations as she leaned her forehead down and pressed it against his. She breathed in this cologne, reveled in the warmth of his breath against her parted lips, sighed as his hand let go of her wrist and slid up the outside of her exposed thigh. And as his hand crept up under her skirt, taking a handful of her ass, she tilted her head and leaned in, their lips just brushing as she spoke, “only for you.”

Terzo’s hand in her hair closed around a handful of her soft locks, pulling just hard enough to elicit a gasp of surprise from Adelaide, which he took full advantage of by pressing his mouth on hers. Tongues danced and hands roved, his blunt nails digging into the flesh of her ass before he dragged them down the underside of her thigh - rewarded with the sweetest of moans against his lips and a hard grip on his bicep. He pulled back, but caught her soft bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a playful suckle, and the whimpering sigh that escaped her was like a siren’s call. He pressed in for another passionate kiss, slow and deep, relishing each delectable sound that she made; he knew he could pull more from her. Hells below, he had every single intention of doing it, too. His lips broke from hers once more, this time trailing from the corner of her mouth and back, along her ear where he paused and nipped the lobe. “Your singing voice is beautiful, but your moans,” he praised, and it was his turn to tease as his lips brushed the soft shell of her ear, “like music to my ears. Perfection, tesora.”

Addie wanted to respond in kind, tell him exactly how he made her feel: how desperately she wanted the hand grasping at the flesh of her thigh and ass to be between her legs, for his fingers to delve into her quickly slickening core, for his cock to be driven into her with reckless abandon. Yet all she could manage was heated moans and pleased whines as he left open-mouthed kisses along the side of her neck, nipping with his teeth and laving his tongue over the bites to soothe her skin. She wriggled in his lap, scooting herself closer to the hardened bulge forming between his legs, and he assisted by dropping his hand from her hair and wrapping his arm firmly around her waist to draw her in close against him. He canted his hips up as she pressed down and they both groaned aloud at the contact, and she couldn’t stop herself from grinding down once more, the friction of the material of his pants against the thin fabric of her panties maddening. “Terzo… Papa… Fuck…”

“What do you want, amore mio?” he asked, voice gravelly, using his nose to push the collar of her habit out of his way. The little minx was wearing one of his favorite scents from her perfume collection, one he distinctly remembered buying her after she tried it on in a boutique in Paris. He groaned deeply against her skin as he pressed his opened mouth to her skin once more and sucked firmly, pulling her impossibly close to his body. He made the decision for both of them that he was going to fuck the life out Adelaide right here, right in the middle of the chapel; the Dark One would most certainly be pleased.

“Anything, please…” She wasn’t above begging for what she wanted - no, what she needed - and she pawed at the buttons of his shirt as if that would satisfy the pressure building deep in her sex, knowing damn well the only thing that would was thick, hard, and throbbing… “Everything. Please, I want it all…” ‘Anything’? He could give her exactly what she was craving, if her undulating hips against his were any clue. He could, but what fun would that be? Not when he could take his sweet, slow time, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of her. The chapel wasn’t to be used for another few hours, give or take, and there was plenty of time to at least partially satisfy the aroused Sister before he dragged her back to his room to spoil her properly. “Tsk, tsk, that is not what I asked, Adelaide…” He lifted his head up and tilted it back to look up at the woman, as a look of frustration and pleasure crossed over her beautiful features; her brows furrowed, her lips slightly parted as she huffed for air but also turned down with a frown, her nose scrunched up and reddened across the bridge, and her bright, green eyes half-lidded in pleasure yet with a flicker of fury building in them. He parted his lips to speak, but she caught him off-guard by smashing her lips into his, digging her nails into his chest as she kissed him desperately and hungrily. It was also she who broke the kiss, leaving Terzo panting for air as she spoke breathily against his lips, “finger fuck me until I cum all over your hand, Papa. Please.”

He’d be a fool to deny such a request - and he was no fool. His hand wasted no time sliding back up and along the inside of her thigh, dragging the tips of his fingers along the drenched middle of her underwear, cupping and rubbing back and forth while pressing his middle finger up between her still-clothed lips. He felt Addie’s lips at the side of his neck, her breath hot and moist against his skin as she desperately tried to control her labored air intake. The noises, oh, the noises… He could never get enough of them, or of her. She sounded so needy as she ground down against his hand and babbled nonsensical words against him, mews and whimpers jumbled into the mixture. “So needy,” he murmured and she whined in reply. “Let me give you what you desire, my vixen…”

Unwrapping his arm from her waist, he instead settled his free hand on her hip to hold her still as his other hand worked to push her panties to the side. “So wet and slick,” he mused as he dipped one finger between her soaked lips, teasingly brushing along her engorged clit - he held her hip tightly so she didn’t rock herself right out of his lap - and with a firm thrust, up into her drenched cunt. He worked her with a steady rhythm, dipping his middle finger into her core when she pleaded for more - forehead to his, hips rocking and grinding to make sure his fingers pressed right into the deep bundle of nerves at the front of her sex. “Tell me… tell me how this feels…”

“So good,” she gasped out, now clutching both of his shoulders in her tight grip, “oh, Sathanas, it feels so good… P-please, please don’t…” She had to bite her lip as his fingers curled forward inside her as she simultaneously pushed her hips down, rubbing into the spot so firmly her legs nearly gave out as pleasure rocketed through her. “... Mmmhhh… Please don’t stop…” And when Terzo’s thumb brushed against her clit, slow and circling methodically against the firm and steady thrusts of his hand, she knew she was teetering over the edge of an overwhelming orgasm. “... Terzo, please, fuck yes…!” She dipped her head in and kissed him roughly, teeth bared and tongues lashing, and it was her turn to pull his lip between her teeth, yanking and dragging it between them. And when her climax hit, her slicked muscles clamping down firmly around his digits to hold them in place, she threw her face once more into the side of his tense neck and sunk her dull teeth into his skin - muffled sobs, moans, and some more nonsensical words spilling out of her like an uncontainable prayer.

She couldn’t lift her head, couldn’t think, could barely register anything happening around beyond the aftershocks of a mind-boggling orgasm and the soothing touch of a hand stroking up and down her quivering back. And his voice, oh, his wondrous, soft, sweet, gentle voice… Praising her lovingly, murmuring the softest words of affection against her ear, and humming in delight as she slumped against his solid chest.

_____

“Thank you for being our substitute Ghoulette, Sister Delilah,” Copia praised warmly as he, Dewdrop, and the Sister approached the closed chapel doors. They were blissfully unaware of what was happening behind said closed doors; even the Ghoul hadn’t picked up on the musky, sex-filled scents, though his attention was on the giddy blonde woman holding his offered arm with both of her hands (he couldn’t stop smiling at her delightfully adorable beaming up at him, which was also another teensy distraction). “I guess that makes you an honorary one, eh?”

“Oh my goodness, Copia! No need to thank me - this is a dream come true! Singing with you and Dew?” Delilah replied, not even attempting to contain her excitement as she looked between the two men she stood between. “Even if it’s just for a little bit?” She sucked in a deep breath of air, pushing her chest out, and exhaled fully. “Fucking incredible.”

“Your enthusiasm is infectious and heartwarming, mio caro. Now,” he motioned toward the doors with a gloved hand, taking a step forward to take the large handles of the chapel doors. “Shall we?”

“Yeah, let’s do it,” Dew agreed and Delilah nodded.

Copia pushed the doors inward with a small grunt of effort, oblivious to the sight he was about to witness at the front of the chapel as the doors swung open. It wasn’t even that he saw said sight first, as he had turned around to face and welcome Dew and Dee inside, but their faces told him something was very, very off; Dewdrop was smiling like a wicked beast, his gray lips peeled back so wide that his sharp fangs were out in all of their pearly white glory, while Delilah flushed red with color and turned to hide her face against the Ghoul’s shoulder. And then he heard the noises, the moaning, the grunts, and the whimpers of pleasure, and the smell of sex, sweat, and arousal infiltrated his senses. Slowly, almost comically so, he turned on his heel to see the scene laid out before the trio: Adelaide rocking and grinding against Terzo’s lap, both oblivious to anything around them as they chased their pleasure highs and the brunette reached climax and collapsed into the other Papa’s arms.

Again.

He walked right into another sexcapade. Again. “... Alrighty then.” Copia stated matter-of-factly and clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

“Are you shitting me?!” Dewdrop exclaimed, albeit not too loudly - they were in church, after all - and with barely contained amusement. “It wasn’t us this time?! HAH! YES!”

“Come, come,” the newest Papa urged, turning on his heel to usher the two onlookers out of the doorway. “We will find somewhere else to practice.”

“I can’t fuckin’ believe it!” the demon continued, dropping his arm to instead take the still-flustered blonde by the waist, his tail wrapping affectionately around her wrist to control its excited wagging as he turned them both around and led her back into the hall. “It wasn’t us! Ah man, and it was Terzo and Adelaide, at that? Damn, Copia, you have the worst luck!”

“You sound like you’re getting way too much of a kick out of this, dude,” Delilah piped up in retort (and in defense of her best friend, who was pleasantly out-of-commission), some of the color finally fading from her face after recovering from the initial shock. With a little jab to his ribs, she added, “leave them be.”

“Hey, I’m not saying any more! I’m just glad it wasn’t us this time around.”

“Which was your fault, by the way.”

It was both of their faults, but Copia wasn’t going to argue that one - some battles were better left unfought. ‘I, too, am glad,’ he thought with a little sigh and shake of his head. He really did have the worst luck.

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