cream crackered tbh love

Then you'd spent time around them. Their kindness was obvious: Primo's grim-faced but soft guidance, Terzo's easy charm and flirty smile. When you met Copia you knew the claim about monstrosity was all lies - how could a man as gently bumbling as him be that?

Then Perpetua came, and you understood. It wasn't that they were monsters inside. It was that, when one is a satanic pope, there is a blurring of the line between the human and the demonic. Perhaps monster was wrong. Creature was more apt.

Perpetua's claws and fangs gave him away, the gangliness of his limbs, and after you noticed it was impossible not to see it in the other Papas. The way Primo's eyes were just a little too dark when talking to a Sibling, like shadows were flitting about his sclera. The rows of teeth Terzo had when he smiled, shark-like, that he'd gnash playfully at the objects of his desire who'd giggle in delight.

And Secondo, your Secondo, the man who'd stolen your heart with his sincerity and patient gentlemanliness, his creature-secret was the most surprising.

It had taken you a while to adjust to what he fucked you with. You'd been a little terrified at first, eyes wide and breath caught in your throat as you took him out of his underwear, that first night when you had him laid back on your bed. Secondo was pragmatic to a fault. When he saw your reaction and told you that you didn't have to make love to him, he'd seemed so resigned that it had hurt your heart. Had he a history of lovers turning him away when they found the truth of him? No, you wouldn't let that be you: instead you’d kissed the tip of it and had him sucking air in through his teeth before he grabbed your wrists and pinned you beneath his bulk. You’d welcomed him inside and he wrung four orgasms out of you that first night.

You grew accustomed. You grew enthusiastic. Right now, Secondo has you up on the counter, the tentacle that makes up his cock writhing and spiralling, desperately seeking the hole it wants to fill. You cannot stare at it for too long, an oddly eldritch thing which hurts the psyche, but you know it's oil-spill shiny black, oozy with ichor which acts as lubricant. Secondo tilts your chin up.

"Eyes on me, angelo mio," he hums, running a gloved thumb across your cheek. The tip of the tentacle finds your entrance and surges forward all at once, sucking Secondo's hips with it until he is flush against you and it is buried deep inside. You yowl in surprise and pleasure as it twists, snaking its way deep into your guts, pushing against your walls in a way which has you reeling.

"Oh, Secondo--!" you cry out, and he begins to rut into you, his teeth bared in a snarl of ecstasy.

"That's it, angelo mio. Take it. Take me."

His cock pulls out to the tip and slams back inside, joyously animated as it coats you with its arousal. It finds that spot you delight in so much and rubs against it with purpose, Secondo desperate to make your orgasm as quickly as he can. The first one loosens you up and then he can really start to have his fun.

His hand drops between your legs and begins to work where his cock can't. Another snarl and he snatches your lips in a passionate kiss, meaning you moan into his mouth as you come undone around his wriggling cock. He grins and bites your bottom lip just hard enough to draw blood, making you dizzy and light-headed.