Ghuleh Elizabeth

Primo

Plants a very special plant he knows you like - different colored roses, or a poinsettia then surprises you with it on Christmas morning

Also takes the time to knit you a scarf that has your favorite colors

Wants to spend quality family time with his brothers before/while diving into presents and a big holiday dinner

Wants to bake cookies with you

Enjoys watching Christmas movies all bundled up with you in the matching fuzzy robes and slippers he got the both of you

Makes sure you feel loved and appreciated on this special day

Falls asleep while sipping on hot chocolate or tea in front of the TV

Secondo

Buys you some very nice jewelry

He’ll plan a vacation to the Bahamas or somewhere warm and you’re leaving the day after Christmas!

For Christmas Day he’s happy just to open presents, bake cookies, and watch movies with his loved ones

He’s not a fan of Hallmark movies but watches them with you because you love them

Plans an extravagant meal with all the Clergy members

Wants to go ice skating with you (mostly so he can guide you along by touching your waist the entire time)

Terzo

He’s horny 24/7/365 but something about the holidays gives him that extra warm feeling

Has definitely put his dick in a box and wrapped it. When you take the lid off the box, there’s a bow around his dick

He’s probably also put mistletoe around his dick and asked you to kiss it (for a visual of this, you can read my fic of this exact scenario complete with artwork!)

Says that He Is the present

Buys you sex toys, but also other things, most of them not practical in the slightest

He LOVES opening presents. “Ooh what did you get me?”

He’s proud of the presents he got you too, although half of them are basically for him anyway (he’s totally stealing the gel manicure set and skincare items and the soft blanket he got you)

Makes you feel so loved that you hardly care about presents and all your holiday stress melts away

He loves those silly Hallmark movies and wants to watch them with you unironically

Fuck Christmas pajamas, you’re going to be naked in bed with him most of the day

But when he does have to be up and around, he’s wearing comfy PJ bottoms with fuzzy socks

Makes lots of sexual Christmas innuendo/puns like how he’s going to be coming down your chimney or something

Copia

His gifts are usually the most thoughtful

Pays attention to your interests and gives you something based on that

Wears a cute matching PJ set, and gets you one to match him

He’s so excited to watch you open the gifts he got you and to show you how each electronic thing works (even if it’s just a pair of headphones). It’s sweet how attentive he is so you let him show you even though you already know how it all works

Wants to bake cookies with you

Assuming there’s a white Christmas he insists on sledding after opening presents

Carries mistletoe around just to have an excuse to kiss you throughout the day (“And eheh, other things later,” he says)

Nihil

Gets everyone gift cards

Loves Christmas crackers

If he branches out it’s usually something practical like kitchenware or a vacuum

He prides himself on finding the best Hallmark card around because they always profess love better than he can communicate

Falls asleep on the couch watching classics like “It’s a Wonderful Life” and “White Christmas” because that’s what reminds him of his youth

Tonight was finally the night of the annual Ministry Christmas party, and Christmas Eve. Papa needed your help to pull everything off, so all week you were scheduling with the bakers, the cooks, the cleaning crew, and decorating.

But after this evening, you could relax. Well, aside from tending to Papa’s needs and making sure the ghouls didn’t get too soused that it ruined their unholiday in the morning. But after the party, you could enjoy the festivities.

Everyone began milling about and socializing in the main hall, picking at the large charcuterie spread and ladling punch or eggnog into glasses. It looked like everyone from the Clergy was there. Even Imperator and Nihil showed up, though they did not seem too sociable, seating themselves at a table in the corner. Primo immediately sat himself in one of the few chairs scattered around the hall with a large mug of something warm.

Suddenly the ghouls began whooping and you turned your head to see Terzo enter in a lavish looking Santa suit - it was made of crushed red velour with flecks of red sparkles and appeared to be trimmed with white feathers.

“Nice suit, Terzo,” you quipped, eyeing him up and down as he approached you.

“That’s Papa Claus to you, principessa,” he said with a snarky grin and giving you a smooch on the lips. “And you’re Santa’s little helper.”

That you were. He’d ordered you the shortest green elf dress, although the skirt was more like a tulle tutu. The outfit was a whole ensemble, complete with an elf hat with ears, pointy shoes with bells on the end, and candy cane patterned tights. You felt ridiculous, but ’tis the season.

Everyone was in their best holiday attire - anything from ugly Christmas sweaters to formal wear. The ghouls were all dressed in elf costumes, with the exception of Dew, who was dressed as Rudolph - an antler headband fitted over his mask and a red nose strapped to the front of his mask.

Cardinal Copia was wearing an old Saint Nick red and gold cloak over his red cassock, and a poorly made attachable white beard. Secondo was dressed in an all black 3 piece suit that had a subtle fleur de lis pattern, and was chatting with one of Primo’s ghouls.

The night went on, and you were actually managing to have fun. The ghouls turned one of the snack tables into a flip cup station (much to your dismay as you shuffled the catering staff carrying fresh trays of food back into the kitchen) and several of the Siblings started Christmas karaoke, with a very drunk-looking Copia taking the lead.

Terzo flitted between you and the rest of the guests, chatting with various Clergy members (and skillfully dodging Imperator each time). He snuck up behind you, squeezing your ass.

“Make sure these old fucks are having fun, eh?” he said lowly in your ear, nodding backwards to the senior members of the Clergy.

“And just how am I supposed to do that?” you said, one eyebrow raised, his hand still under your skirt.

He winked at you, handing you a bottle of opened bourbon before cupping your ass cheek in his hand and rubbing it. “We’ll cheers soon, then I can have you all to myself.” He leaned in closer to whisper in your ear. “Papa’s going to be coming down your chimney tonight.”

He clapped you on the ass then darted between people again. “Everybody - eggnog!” he shouted towards the crowd, raising his arms up. He was herding everyone to the center. You thought you might die on the spot from your cheeks burning red, but everyone was paying attention to him - thank Satan.

As everyone poured themselves another glass and gathered, you went around and splashed a bit of bourbon in everyone’s cup.

“Some bourbon for your eggnog, Cardinal?” you asked Copia, approaching him with the bottle.

“Eh, none for me,” he said, hiccuping and covering his glass. “It’s strong enough as it is! I’ve had th-three already.”

“It’s nonalcoholic, Cardinal,” you responded, blinking at him. He looked puzzled and walked away.

You made your way over to Primo who was almost snoozing in his chair. “Papa Primo?” you asked, holding the bottle out, gesturing towards his half empty mug. You weren’t sure if he was dressed like Scrooge on purpose or if those were just his pajamas but he mumbled something that sounded like “Bah,” and shook his head swiftly, the tassel at the end of his nightcap swinging around.

Everyone was standing in a semicircle around Terzo, who for once seemed just slightly lost for words. “Well, uh - shit,” he began, eliciting a few chuckles from the crowd. “I do not know what else to say, other than it’s been a fucking great year. We had two fantastic tours, and we’ll be continuing into next year… I, eh - met someone very dear.” He glanced at you briefly before continuing. “We won a motherfucking Grammy…!”

The ghouls whooped and cheered while the Siblings and other Clergy members clapped. You glanced over in the corner. Even Imperator seemed pleased - maybe.

“Sì, sì it has been phenomenal. You should all be very pleased with yourselves. So pleased in fact I think you should all celebrate, in eh, whatever means you choose to do. And if I do not see you all before the New Year, have an unblessed holiday. Now, we toast! Tomorrow morning we will celebrate our Savior’s birth. But for tonight, we sin.” He held up his glass and the others did the same. “To Lucifer!”

“To Lucifer,” you said, chiming in with a chorus of voices. You swallowed your bourbon-eggnog concoction - mostly bourbon by your heavy hand, you found as you winced slightly, the liquor burning down your throat. You didn’t drink much and this was your first holiday gathering at the Ministry. Next month would mark your first full year here, and the first time you laid eyes upon him - your Terzo.

“Eh, see you next year, Papa!” piped up Copia, still hiccuping as he nodded and ducked out of the crowd. You smiled at the Cardinal’s little joke. Terzo stopped in his tracks for just a moment and acknowledged Copia before walking away.

He rolled his eyes as he walked towards you then his face brightened. “Hello,” he said, standing very close to you.

“Hi, Papa,” you said, smiling at him and holding up the last bit of bourbon, swishing it in the bottle. “Saved the last for you.”

“Mmm,” he said, leaning in to kiss you. “How much? I need to keep my stamina for later.”

You took a swig and shuddered - Satanas, you still couldn’t drink straight liquor. “Not much now.” He chuckled at you and took the bottle from your hand, knocking back the rest. You coughed a couple of times and reached for some party punch, completely forgetting the one you reached for also had alcohol and coughed again.

He patted you soothingly on the back and asked, “Are you okay, tesorina?”

You nodded, finally grabbing the nonalcoholic punch and chugging some.

“Will Papa have to take care of his little elf this evening?” he said, trailing the back of his index finger over your cheek.

“No, Papa,” you said, clearing your throat. “I’ve barely had anything.”

“Good. I have a surprise for you tonight, amore.”

“Hm. Any hint?” you asked coyly.

“Not a fucking clue. Come to my room in five minutes just as you are.” He picked up a handful of hard candies from the snack table and popped a few in his mouth, staring at you while walking backwards a few paces before turning around and heading down the hall.

You continued to mingle with the other Siblings, trying hard to conceal your blushing cheeks but to no avail.

“Someone’s excited about something,” one said.

“It’s nothing,” you murmured.

“Come on - spill!”

“Well, Terzo and I -”

“Terzo?” said another.

“Oooooh!” the others said in a singsong tone almost in unison.

“He said he has a surprise for me, in his room.”

“So you graduated from office visits to home visits now?” asked the first Sibling, looking impressed.

“Well…I’ve seen his bedroom a few times,” you said, not willing to divulge the full truth just yet. You’d been spending most of your nights in his room and sneaking back into the Siblings’ quarters early in the morning. Even though each Sibling had their own room, you knew your Sisters would hear the door to the suite open.

“I think this is the most serious he’s been with anyone,” said the second Sibling. “I’ve been here a few years and usually he’s done with his fling after two months. But you’ve stuck around.” You shook your head, not willing to believe this hype only to be let down. You just wanted to live in the moment and enjoy what you had with Terzo. “You should go - you don’t want to keep him waiting.”

You smiled and bid your fellow Siblings goodbye as they all made lewd gestures to imitate various sex acts and waved you off, wishing you luck.

You walked down the silent and dark corridors, passing ghouls and Siblings alike shrouded in the shadows to have their midnight dalliances, no doubt egged on by the holiday cheer and the alcohol. You smiled, thinking about not having to hide in a hallway like when you first started dating him. Now you had his entire bedroom to have your sultry romps.

You opened his door and walked into his Papal suite, the familiar lush decor and smell of mahogany filling your senses. You passed by the small and elegantly decorated Christmas tree by the fireplace. You wondered just what his surprise might be when you saw him propped up against the wall, a rose in his mouth and —

What was that?

He was dressed in his Santa jacket and hat, with nothing else on - save one thing. Your eyes trailed along his upper body then snapped to what was in between his legs. On the end of his throbbing hard cock was some mistletoe, tied around his shaft by a red ribbon and a little gold bell below it. He waggled his eyebrows and at the same time isolated his pelvic muscles to make his cock bob up and down, tinkling the bell.

“How long have you just been standing there all hard waiting for me?”

His face fell momentarily and he took the rose out of his mouth. “I thought you would like it.”

“I do!” you said, suppressing laughter as best as you could while stepping towards him. You held onto the lapels of his jacket and leaned in. “I do.” He smiled again, a smug look of satisfaction washing over him.

“Good,” he said, handing you the rose. “Because you’re going to get stuffed and glazed just like Secondo’s honey ham.”

You bit your bottom lip, smiling. “But I don’t think it’ll be quite as delicious as you, amore.”

“It should be. I’ve been eating a lot of pineapple for this.”

“Really? Then I’ll have to taste it for myself,” you said, feeling the heat pool at your core.

He cupped your face in his hands, kissing you deeply, slipping his tongue in. You weren’t sure where to place your hands so you held onto the rose with one hand, the other in his hair. He swiftly brought you closer to him, his quivering cock poking at your thigh under your tulle skirt.

“Mm!” you said, surprised at feeling his hardness brush against you.

“Well,” he said, pulling away to look at you. “It’s not going to kiss itself, tesoro.” He twitched his cock again, making it bob up and down and wagged his hips side to side, making it shake the other direction and sounding the bell.

You eyed him slyly as you bent down, gently falling to your knees before him and placing the rose on the floor. You took his cock in your hand and began stroking his length, eyeing the perfect pink tip at the end. Each time you stroked him, the bell would chime.

“Oh cazzo,” he sighed, leaning his head back, his lips parted.

You flicked the tip of your tongue against the head of his cock and watched his abdominal muscles contract. He was like putty in your hands.

“You like that, amore?” you asked teasingly, his shaft in your palm.

He glared at you from the corner of his eye. “Stai zitto,” he said through moans as you continued to swirl your tongue around the head of his cock. But you could swear you saw a smirk pull at the corner of his mouth as he said this.

You closed your eyes as you took his entire length in your mouth, sliding him in and out and clutching onto his hips. The little leaves on the mistletoe tickled your nose each time the bottom of his cock reached your lips.

Clink! Clink! went the bell each time you slid him in and out of your mouth.

He started to whimper and moan quietly, his eyes closed in pleasure. His hand was on the back of your head, gripping your hair tighter the faster you went. At one point he began thrusting into your mouth, probably no longer able to contain himself.

Clink! Clink! ClinkClinkClinkClinkCLINKCLINK

“Mmm!” you mumbled around his cock as the greenery around his member assaulted your face over and over, scratching your nose and cheeks a little bit each time. CLINK.

Your eyes welled with tears as he hit the back of your throat repeatedly. CLINK. At this point you were hardly doing any work, just kneeling there and being used as a vessel. CLINKCLINK

“Satanas you’re going to make me cum like that,” he panted as he continued pushing his hips into your face.

You smiled around him - well as best as you could - and brought him closer by gripping his ass cheeks.

“Ah - cazzo!” he exclaimed, suddenly pulling out of your mouth and panting.

“Terzo?” you asked, trying to look up but you were unable to as his hand remained on your head as he used you to prop himself up and regain composure.

“I can’t cum too soon and ruin the evening, no?” he said, standing up straight and helping you up off the floor. “Not when I haven’t even taken care of you.”

You kissed his laughter lines around his mouth as he spoke, his Papal makeup smudged from your kisses earlier. “You always take such good care of me.”

He turned to face you and held you in an embrace, kissing you passionately again, his hands roaming all over your body. He began to massage your breasts through your costume, building the arousal between your legs even more. Your breathing quickened as you both moaned into each other’s mouths.

“Fuck this fucking blouse,” he said breathlessly, breaking away and tearing at the front of your green cardigan, the buttons flying across his floor - eliciting a ‘Shit!’ from you. “Mmm!” he mumbled, kissing you again, pawing at your chest.

He fumbled around your back at your bra clasp, unhooking it after a couple of tries. You urgently slid the straps off your shoulders and tossed the bra to the floor. He bent down to take your nipple in his mouth, circling his tongue around it and sucking. He alternated, pinching the other one between his fingers.

“Oh Terzo,” you sighed, running your hands through his hair, fiddling with the silver strands peppering his raven hair. He’d never admit to it, but you saw the box dye left on his bathroom counter.

Instinctively you squeezed your legs together, alleviating some of the need to touch yourself. You felt your heart race and a shiver run down your spine.

“Fuck me, please Papa,” you sighed, breath trembling.

“Mm?” he said, glancing up at you between your breasts with a glint in his eyes. He kissed all over your chest, up your neck and finally, your lips. “Is la mia principessa ready for her Papa to fuck her brains out, hm?”

“Yes Papa, please,” you said, still in a breathy whisper. “Fuck me.”

He nodded his head towards the bathroom and glanced over. “Go get a condom and meet me in bed. I’ll get the lube.”

“Why are there none in our nightstand drawer?”

“‘Our?’”

“Shit. You know what I meant.”

He grinned. “Ti stai dimenticando? We used them all last night and I didn’t have time to take some more out.”

Slightly embarrassed at your gaffe, you made your way into the bathroom and started opening drawers. “Where did you put the box?”

“Bottom drawer!” he called out.

Did he think differently of you now? Would he think you were too presumptuous and want to call the whole thing off? Or potentially, were you just overthinking things as usual? “Found it! Oh fuck, shit!”

“Sorella?” He sounded concerned and rushed over to find you on your hands and knees kneeling near the toilet.

“Almost got it!” You had dropped the roll of condom wrappers behind the toilet and had wedged yourself between it and the vanity. “Help me, Terzo!”

“Ah, I see now,” he said slyly. “Call for me in a panic just so you can entrap me.”

“What? Terzo, no, I really do need help, I drop- ”

“Sì, I can help,” he said, kneeling down behind you, his cock right up against your ass.

“It’s just, argh!”

“Argh!” he imitated you, running his hands all along your body.

“It’s right there I can’t - reach - !”

“Has anyone told you how sexy you look with your ass in the air in candy cane tights?”

You rolled your eyes but you knew he couldn’t see. “Er, no - um, thank you. But I dropped the condoms behind the toilet.”

He craned his neck to see. “Ah. This is quite the pickle we are in. You with your hand behind the toilet and your ass against my cock.”

“No, I believe it’s your cock against my ass.”

“What am I to do, tesorina? What should a Papa do when finding his lover in a compromising position, hm?” He leaned down and trailed kisses along your back, momentarily freezing your arm from the continued search of the condoms.

“Fuck…” you whispered, feeling his mouth move further south and his hands finding their way around your waist.

“What’s that, bella? You think Papa should fuck you? You called me in such a panic earlier that I did not bring the lube…mmm, what should we do?” he said, kissing you just above your ass. “Is la mia principessa ready?”

Your body ached with desire. You needed him inside you. He trailed his finger along your tights-covered behind, poking around where your entrance was. “Darling, I think your tights are just a little wet. Let’s see just how wet you are inside.” He gripped the fabric and you heard it ripping apart.

You let out a surprised gasp as the chill air hit your warm, now exposed nether regions. He entered you with a finger and your body shuddered against him as you whimpered quietly.

“Oh yes,” he said in an amused tone. “You are very ready.” He slid out and up to your clit, playing with it gently as you moaned and rocked your body back and forth to feel the friction against his fingers. “So responsive. Una così brava ragazza.”

“Please, Papa,” you said under your accelerated breath. “Please fuck me.”

“Don’t worry amore,” he said, reaching over you and grabbing the sleeve of condoms that you were having trouble getting just moments before. “I will.” He tore off one and ripped it open.

You readjusted yourself on the tile floor so you wouldn’t bang your head against the toilet or the side of the vanity as you heard the crinkle of the wrapper and the clinking of the little bell still attached to his dick.

“Oh FUCK!” you both said in unison as he entered you. He slammed into your dripping cunt with such ease, you felt him bottom out immediately. The tingle of the mistletoe against your clit heightened the sensation.

Clink! Clink! Clink! Clink! In and out, in and out. You both moaned each other’s names in pure, unadulterated passion.

“Ah - merda Sorella, you turn me into a teenager again. Fucking on the floor out of sheer desperation for one another.” Now he was so deep inside you the bell muffled against your body. CLUNK. CLUNK. CLUNK.

“So - mmm! - you’re d-desperate for me?” you said teasingly against the cold tile.

“La mia diavoletta pensa di essere così intelligente, eh? È ora che chiudi la bocca.” With that he fucked into you so hard, so fast, you couldn’t say another word. He pushed your head against the floor roughly, your cheek pressed against the cool marble so hard you could feel the grout indent. He nearly knocked the breath out of you as he hit your g-spot perfectly each time, a relentless grip on the back of your head.

“Ohhh - !” you moaned as he rammed into you over and over. CLUNKCLUNKCLUNKCLUNK. He was thrusting faster, riding out his orgasm, his nails digging deeper into your hips.

“Fuck - I’m going to - cum - Sorella - !” He pounded into you, tapering off his speed as he came, his cock twitching a final time before he slumped over your back, breathing heavily.

“Satanas,” he breathed, his chest heaving wildly as he pulled out, your body shuddering under him at the loss. You heard the snap of latex and the condom hitting the trash can liner.

You turned around and sat down, leaning against the toilet. You watched him untie the mistletoe and take it off, tossing it aside. “So how was it, with that?” you asked, nodding towards the discarded plant.

“Honestly? It was a little itchy. It might just be a novelty.” He tossed himself on his back against the floor. He looked at you, his chest still rising and falling from being out of breath. “How was it for you?”

“Honestly? It was a little itchy,” you repeated. You both smiled and laughed at the absurdity of the situation.

“Come here Sorella, I did not intend to leave you wanting. Hop onto Santa’s lap.”

You crawled over to him and straddled his lap, gazing into his eyes.

“What do you want this year for being such a good little girl?” He asked, caressing your arms and looking at your breasts before flicking his eyes up into yours.

“I want…endless kisses…and a mind-blowing orgasm,” you said, leaning down to kiss him.

He returned the smooch. “Mm, I did not know a present for you would also be a present for me. Come closer and sit on Santa’s face…that’s it, Satanas yes please.”

You moved up his body until you were straddling his face, then delicately lowered your body on him, doing your best to move your skirt out of the way.

He sputtered, spitting out the tulle from his mouth and pulling your hips towards his face again. He batted at the layers of fabric, cursing in Italian, before finding your cunt.

Your eyelids flitted closed as your lips parted in a silent “oh.” He took your clit in his mouth and sucked on it between his lips. He alternated between that and flicking your sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue. You looked down to gaze in his eyes but his face was completely hidden under a green tutu.

You began to buck your hips against his face as he used the flat of his tongue, building up the friction and feeling yourself closing in on orgasm. He switched up and deepened the suction on your clit, flicking his tongue against you simultaneously.

“Oh fuck Terzo - fuck, I’m so close!” You rocked back and forth as you pinched your nipples, heightening the sensation.

His fingernails dug into your hips again as he sped up his ministrations. Grabbing ahold of your waist, he slid you along his mouth faster and faster.

“Oh, Terzo!” you cried out in ecstasy, trembling on your knees above him as you came hard and fast in his mouth. He didn’t let up the motions or the intensity until you pulled away, giggling from the overstimulation. You climbed off of him and sat down next to him, both smiling at one another.

“How are you feeling? Good?” he asked, stroking your thigh.

You nodded your head. “Yes, very. But can I lay down next time? I’ve been on my knees an awful long time.” You both laughed.

“There’s Papa’s little hoe hoe hoe,” he said with a devilish grin. “Of course, amore mio. Anything for you.”

You held onto his hand, playfully caressing all his fingers. “It’s been a very good Christmas so far,” you remarked.

“Mmm. And you haven’t even opened your presents yet.”

“There’s more?”

“What, you thought this was it? No Sorella, go look under the tree.”

You eyed him suspiciously as you stood up, legs still a little shaky. You walked out of the bathroom and into the living room.

You hadn’t noticed the presents under the tree earlier, but there were a few. A lot, actually. Somehow even your gifts for him were under there. One of the ghouls or housekeeping staff must have moved them for you.

One caught your attention - a gold envelope poking out from the middle branches of the tree. You reached inside the tree, accidentally sending the package spilling onto the floor. Two plane tickets splayed out on the floor.

You picked them up in wonder - your name was at the top of one, and his on the other. You walked in a daze over to him.

“You did not truly think I would leave you with just my cock for Christmas, did you?” he said, following you out of the bathroom and now leaning against the wall. “I love you, principessa. I call you princess because to me you are. My sweet little thing. I want to give you the world, my world…would Italy be a good start?”

You flung your arms around him, tears in your eyes. “Yes, Terzo. I think that will be an amazing start.”

[Stay tuned for a continuation of this story!]

Italian to English Translations

(la mia) principessa ((my) princess)

tesorina (little treasure/darling)

amore (mio) ((my) love)

cazzo (fuck)

Stai zitto (Shut up)

Ti stai dimenticando? (Are you forgetting?)

Sorella (Sister/nun)

bella (beautiful)

Una così brava ragazza. (Such a good girl.)

merda (shit)

La mia diavoletta pensa di essere così intelligente, eh? È ora che chiudi la bocca. (My little devil girl thinks she’s so smart, eh? It’s time you shut your mouth.)

You slid past the partygoers out the back doors leading to the patio, which was entirely empty except for Rain. He was sitting on the back steps under the pergola, silently watching the snow fall and melt once it hit the pavement. Well, it was really more like slushy rain. He had his head in his hands, rubbing his temples with his fingertips. The heaters were on but it was still chilly out, which meant it was the perfect place for an introvert to hide.

“I brought you some banoffee pie,” you said, sitting down beside him, poking at the pie with the fork to get the biggest first piece that would fit on it.

His eyes illuminated in the Christmas lights that were decorating the trellis of the pergola. “Banoffee? That’s my f- ”

“Favorite, I know.” You already had a forkful, ready to press to his lips.

He looked at your hand, hovering close to his face, then flicked his eyes back at you.

“Open,” you whispered with a smile.

His lips parted and you slid the dessert into his mouth, watching his lips close around the fork as you pulled it out slowly. “Mmm,” he let out, though probably louder than he intended because he immediately covered his mouth. “It’s so good,” he continued, muffled.

“Aww Rainy, didn’t anyone tell you it’s rude to talk with your mouth full?”

He snickered as he chewed, then happily swallowed and cleared his throat. “Thank you.”

You smiled warmly. “So, why are you out here? It’s fucking freezing.”

“I just…had enough of the mingling for now.”

“Do you want me to leave? I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“No! No, it’s not that. I…I like one-on-one company. I just had to get out of there and think.”

“Okay. I can sit here and think with you,” you said, setting the pie down between you and leaning back, propping yourself up with your hands behind you. He took the fork in his hand and gathered another bite, slowly savoring it and going “mmm” again. He set the fork back down on the plate before leaning back on his hands, mirroring you.

As he chewed and you sat in comfortable silence, he inched his hand closer to yours, finally intertwining his pinky finger with yours.

You looked at him and smiled. He looked at you out of the side of his eye, and you thought you could see him blushing. You watched the snowfall for another few moments, the Christmas music and party conversations behind you in the ballroom barely even registering in this moment between you.

“Tour was really…” he started hesitantly, then reached for another bite of pie to break up the awkwardness of what he was about to say. He continued with his mouth full. “…rough.”

“What do you mean? Tour went great! You were amazing, Rain - I really mean that.”

“Yeah but almost two years away on and off…it’s been really tough. I feel like I hardly slept. Copia kept us on a really strict schedule and I never even knew what timezone I was in.”

You nodded. “When he’s in project mode, yes, he can be quite tough, I agree. But I thought you liked it? All the attention, the adoring fans, the parties. You were eating that shit up, I saw you. You’re quite popular online, you know.” You bumped shoulders with him.

He smiled and let out a small laugh. “Yeah, yeah I did. I mean I do, I love what I do. But I dunno about being ‘popular,’ I mean we all know everyone is there for Papa. I mean - I get it, that’s how it should be…”

“Some of them are there for you, Rainy.”

He rolled his eyes and leaned forward, his arms resting on his knees.

“It’s true!” you exclaimed, leaning forward and turning to him. “All those girls in the front row, screaming ‘Rain! Rain! Kiss me in the Rain!’”

He laughed and shook his head, running his hands through his shoulder length brown hair. As he tousled his waves, you scooched closer to him.

You continued to mimic the fans. “‘Make it Rain!’ Come on, don’t tell me you didn’t like it, not even just a little?”

He smiled widely, like he seemed to be hiding something. He covered his blushing cheeks with his hands.

“You liked the attention! I knew it! I heard some girl flashed her tits at you.”

“She was wearing a bra underneath. So it doesn’t count,” he clarified.

“No, that counts! Bet you wished she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, mm?”

He paused before admitting, “Yeah well maybe I saw it anyway.”

You gasped. “Shut up! No you didn’t.”

He pursed his lips and looked ahead.

“Rain,” you persisted, a little too eagerly. “Did you fuck a fan?”

He continued pursing his lips silently, but you could see a smile creep across his lips as his cheeks rose towards his eyes, crinkled closed in amusement.

“Damn I didn’t even know you had game like that!” you teased, bumping his shoulder again.

His mouth opened in surprise as he looked at you in disbelief. “Fuck off, I do too have game!” He playfully shoved his fist into your shoulder.

“Where’d it happen then, hmm?”

“In France.”

“Oh yeah, those dirty French girls. Sure.”

“Yeah, well I did!” he said.

“What was her name?”

“Don’t remember, because there were three of them.”

“She had three names?” you asked with one eyebrow raised.

“No, there were three girls! So I had a French orgy with some girls - I mean chicks - I mean women,” he stammered.

“‘Three French chicks?’” you repeated, laughing. “Enough bullshit, Rain.”

“All right, fine. It was one and I saw her back at the tour buses and she gave me a blowie.”

You nodded, impressed. “Did she swallow?”

“Okay so maybe it was a handjob.”

“So she jerked you off in your pants?”

“Er - yeah,” he said, scratching his head.

“My friend, I think you had a wet dream, not a sexual encounter.”

He rolled his eyes and continued looking out into the garden.

“Maybe next tour you’ll go all the way, Rainy.”

“Yeah…I don’t even know if that’s what I want. The tour, I mean. I just need to think…”

“Well, I don’t think there will be another tour for a while. Haven’t you seen Copia, or have you been avoiding him for two months straight? He’s exhausted. He’s not the same young man he was…”

He sighed. “Yeah.” There was a slight concerned tone to his voice.

“Oh my god it’s not like Copia’s going to die or anything! Primo performed well into his…I dunno, hundreds?”

You both burst out laughing. How old was that fucking man anyway? Your laughter died down a bit and you sat together in each other’s company.

You could hear Wham!’s “Last Christmas” playing in the room behind you. You both looked behind you through the glass doors and could see a very intoxicated Copia, donning a sparkly green jacket, riling up the crowd, asking if anyone wanted to sing karaoke with him. “Awwww, come on!” he taunted a few siblings before turning to Phantom, who was dressed like one of Santa’s elves. “Phantom? Ehhh?” Everybody in the room cheered as Phantom took the mic from Papa.

“Huh. Copia’s annual terrorizing continues,” said Rain. “Found a new victim.”

“He’s not a bad boss, you know,” you said, both of you turning back around to face the garden.

“Nahhh, he’s all right. In the grand scheme of things.”

You muttered an approving “mmm” and nodded as he took another bite of pie and shoved the plate aside, empty except for the crust and some whipped cream. You noticed a bit of cream clung to his lips. You reached up to his face, your eyes meeting his as you brushed it off his lip. He gently licked it off your thumb. He pursed his lips immediately, as if questioning that move.

Suddenly you became very aware of your own heartbeat in your chest. You gazed into his brown eyes, the multicolored holiday lights reflecting in his irises.

He eyed the mistletoe hanging from the beam above you. Of course the Ministry liked hanging the plant anywhere they could this time of year. Would it really be a church of sin without a little encouragement from the boss? But this one had actually grown on the beams over your head, you just noticed. So perhaps more fate than planned.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked quietly. He tucked a strand of hair behind his pointy ear and looked at you with his chin dipped down, so innocently. So purely. You wanted to corrupt him.

“You don’t need mistletoe for that,” you said, tilting your head to the side, watching him tilt the opposite way.

He leaned in to kiss you, the small hairs above his upper lip tickling you. He tasted of caramel and vanilla, remnants of the pie still in his mouth. He slid one hand into your hair as he slipped his tongue past your lips. Mmm, he tasted so good. He held onto your face with both hands as he continued to explore your mouth, alternating teasing his tongue along your lips and sucking your bottom lip, then pulling on it with his teeth.

You tried to smile and pull away as he did this, and he exhaled sharply, laughing at you. He released your bottom lip from his teeth and kissed you again.

Feeling the heat build up between your legs, you reached down to his front, past the waistband of his jeans, feeling around for his cock.

“Mmn!” he exclaimed, pulling away. “What the fuck! People will see!” He looked around wildly and back at the door into the Ministry, only a few feet away.

“It’s okay Rainy, they’re all too drunk and focused on the party to notice anything out here. Plus it’s dark out here and they can’t see us.”

“But I can see them, and it feels I dunno…”

“I promise they can’t see out the window when it’s this dark; they’re basically only seeing their reflections.” You kissed him, then sensed his hesitancy. “We don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable.”

He paused. “You sure they can’t see us?”

“Positive.”

He kissed you for a few seconds before breaking away. “You’re absolutely sure?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Pretty much?”

“Come on, live on the edge a little.”

He nodded and dove back into your lips, dancing his against yours and holding onto your waist. Clearly he was horny enough to not really give that much of a fuck.

“This okay?” you asked, reaching down his pants again.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said breathlessly in between kisses.

You found his throbbing cock quickly, untucking it from the folds of his clothes. He moaned under his breath as you took it in your hands, stroking him gently.

He hastily unzipped his jeans and pulled them and his boxers down halfway over his hips, freeing himself partly. The head of his cock was pink and flushed, but the rest was a light gray color, matching his skin tone. You wrapped your hand around his member - already mostly hard, stroking him up and down. You felt him get harder until he was rock solid in your palm.

His eyes fluttered closed and he propped himself up on his hand, running the other through your hair. “Fuuuck,” he whispered as you twisted your hand up and down his shaft, rubbing the head with your thumb on the upstroke. “Just like that, yeah. Fuck, you do it so good.”

You moved closer to him, straddling his lap and kissing him. He sat up straighter, one hand still in your hair while kissing your lips, his other hand slipping inside your pants to your core. He began to stroke your front as well. You sighed - finally getting some relief to the tingling running through your nethers.

“Fuck, already so ready for me?” he said, smiling. You smiled back and your foreheads touched tenderly for a moment as both your hands worked feverishly between one another’s legs. You both moaned and breathed heavily.

His hand retreated from your pants, leaving you bucking your hips at the loss of sensation. He brought it up to his mouth and spit on it, then slid it back down towards your entrance, pushing two fingers inside you.

“Oh, fuck!” you cried, reaching up to grab onto the small horns on either side of his temple, using them to situate yourself as you began to grind against his lap, making sure to brush along his cock to stimulate him. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, wiggling them inside in a wave motion, driving you over the edge.

“You’re so tight,” he remarked with a grin. “Just like I knew you would be.”

“Fucking hell,” you breathed. “What, were you betting on it or something?”

“Only in my mind. I knew you’d be tight, and well, I was right.”

You laughed at his stupid little rhyme. If he could make you laugh and cum in the same night, you’d be impressed - and, oh fuck! - he just might.

“Fuck - Rain - oh fuck!” you cried out, his fingers pumping in and out of you surprisingly well in the confines of your clothes. You bucked your hips against him a final few times, riding the wave of your orgasm. You fell against his chest, breathing heavily.

“Feel good?” he said, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Yeah,” you breathed in your post-orgasm bliss. You held him close for a few minutes before looking at him again. “I can give you what you wanted to get in France.”

“Ahh, not here,” he admitted sheepishly.

“Not this again, you just made me cum on the patio! No one cares.”

“No, it’s…it’s cold and, he tends to shrink when…” he said with a grimace.

“I’ll warm you up, then,” you said, taking him by the hand and leading him through another door of the Ministry.

“Where are we - ? Hey, wait! No, stop, that’s where the people are!” he protested, yanking on your arm.

“Come on, trust me!” You ran past the doors leading to the party, catching glimpses of a drunk and stumbling Copia with his arm around a Sister of Sin, and off to the side door.

You pulled him inside, into a dark hallway that ran perpendicular to the main party hallway area and pushed him into an alcove that had a large floor-to-ceiling length window looking out into the garden. From this angle with the lack of interior lighting, you could clearly see onto the patio where the two of you just were. If anyone had been here in the shadows, they would’ve seen everything.

You backed him up against the wall, kissing him on the mouth and reaching for his cock again, fumbling with his pants.

“Mmn!” he mumbled, then broke away to look around. “Anyone could walk by when they leave the party!”

“I doubt it,” you assured him. “They’ll use the main hall. They’d have to be peering in every alcove to find us. You’ll just have to be reeeally, really quiet. Think you can manage that?”

He nodded.

“Good,” you continued. “Now take your clothes off.”

He slipped his sweater over his head as you yanked his pants off and tore off his boots.

His skin was soft and supple around his chest and abdomen. He was slender but still carried some cushion in his torso. God, he looked delicious. And the way the moonlight hit his profile, he looked like one of those marble sculptures you’d find in a Parisian museum.

You knelt down before him and finally got a good look at his cock, or at least the shape of it in the dark. Illuminated by the light outside, it cast a very long shadow against the wall.

You took it in your hand as it hung from his body, and it felt heavier in your hand now that he was standing. You nuzzled your face into his crotch, met with a thick mat of hair - so he liked to go au naturale, then.

You licked up and down his entire length as you stroked him. His breath caught in his throat and came out in a hiss. He was much longer and thicker than you would’ve thought from just looking at his lanky body. You kissed his hips, in the little dimples where they met his abdomen, then ghosted your breath again over his cock before taking him inside your mouth.

He cursed under his breath as you bobbed your head up and down, letting him go deeper and deeper. He ran his fingers through your hair, gently guiding you along his shaft.

“Mmmbedderana fwenjorjee?” you muttered against his crotch, mouth full of him.

“Aww, didn’t anyone tell you it’s rude to talk with your mouth full?” he teased while twirling your hair around his index finger.

You rolled your eyes at him and continued to pleasure him, twisting your hand along his member as you moved him in and out of your mouth.

“Ah - Lucifer fu - ungffff -”

You giggled around him, the humming from your throat sending him over the edge as he pumped his hips into your face. He clung to the wall behind you, steadying himself with both hands. Warm, salty cum shot down your throat, spilling out and dribbling down your chin.

You stood up and wiped the cum off your chin with the back of your hand. You held him close, cradling his body in your arms, leaning in for a kiss.

“You bought how many toys, Mounty?”

“Um, just a few.”

“It looks like a lot.”

“Yes, well - Santa came early.” You stared blankly at him as he shrugged. “I didn’t know what to get so I just got the ones that I dunno, looked the best and had good reviews?”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Well I guess you get to choose which one you want.”

“Ah, okay. Well this one here also goes up my ass. Which might be kinda nice. Um okay, these two vibrate, but one has a remote…” He flicked his eyes up to yours. “Uhh. And one of those extends down to my taint, I think? Oh, that’s the one Copia suggested. But it should feel nice for you too, you know, if we - yeah. This one is just a silicone dildo. Oh, and this one goes over my balls.”

“The vibrating ones sound nice,” you said, nodding.

“I can’t choose. What if I just…I dunno, use them all?”

“All of them?” you asked incredulously. “Think you can handle that?”

“I guess it’s time for me to be a ho ho ho,” he remarked with a small smile. You couldn’t help but laugh at his silly joke. He never failed to put a smile on your face. You supposed that was why he was your favorite.

~

You looked back on the events from the days prior that led you into his bedroom for this very exchange. You were making Secret Satan cards for the children’s hospital in the library, making out with each other in between cards, desperately trying not to make any noise while the other Siblings were working or studying - and failing, miserably. He caressed your body with his tail, completely taking you by surprise.

You had made a one-off comment, without even thinking. “Damn, you fuck with that thing too?”

“Yeah actually I do,” he replied, his face stoic but eyes twinkling.

“Hm, I’d like to see that,” you said - again, what were you thinking? This was insane. Plus, he was one of Cardinal Copia’s head ghouls…you really couldn’t afford to distract him. But the holidays were here, which meant the band was getting a lengthy and much needed break. So maybe this was your chance at giving into your desires.

You finished up the cards, stacking them neatly in a pile. You were supposed to be helping the Siblings decorate and Mountain was supposed to meet the other ghouls in the mess hall before Mass. But…you had more important matters to attend to. You had agreed, since this would be your first time with a ghoul and adding a tail in the mix, that he should try a new experience too.

You walked together down the hallway towards the Ghoul dormitories, arms linked as you people watched. There were multiple Siblings hanging up garlands and lights along the corridors and you even spotted Papa Terzo terrorizing some young Sisters of Sin.

“Jingle Balls, suck my balls, make my chimney rise. Oh what fun it is to cum on my amore’s thighs,” he sang, draping tinsel around one’s neck and dangling some mistletoe in another’s face.

“…and I heard Satan’s hells bells on the rooftop, I swear it, I did!” you heard Nihil say to Imperator who merely said “Of course, Papa,” as she led him down the hall towards the chapel.

Finally, you made your way past the hustle and bustle of the busy Ministry hallways to the Ghoul dorms. As one of the top Clergy member’s head ghouls, Mountain actually had his own room. But he shared a wall with Swiss and Dew on either side, who would tease him relentlessly if they heard any goings on in the night.

So you opted for the middle of the evening, when everyone was likely to be at Mass. And here you were, your very first dick appointment with a ghoul.

You both kneeled in front of each other in his bed, and leaned into kiss one another, his arms holding onto yours and his tail wrapping around your thigh.

Fuck, maybe being with a ghoul would be better…it was almost like being held by three hands.

The tail was surprisingly soft, not sharp at the end even though the arrowhead tip looked pointy. It approached you just as softly as Mountain wanted, and you knew he could be just as rough as he wanted to be too.

You ran your hands through his hair, his short dark locks tickling your fingertips. His kiss was passionate, deep. His lips were soft and inviting.

He gingerly moved his tail up your legs, in between them, and slowly slipped the tip between your labia. You inhaled sharply as the fleshy bit met your sensitive bud, pressing on it almost like a button.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed.

He paused, pulling his tail sway slightly. “You okay?” he said, holding your face in his hands.

“Yeah, I - yeah, no - god, it’s just so…fuck, it feels amazing. Please, do it again.”

“My pleasure.” He re-entered, maneuvering around your folds and finding your slick pooled near your entrance. He poked around, gathering your arousal and sliding it around, back up to your clit and focusing there. “You’re so wet already. Good girl,” he purred. His cock twitched against your leg, bobbing up and down as he slowly grinded against you.

“Should we put a cock ring on you?” you whispered breathlessly, smiling as you nodded towards the bedside table.

Carefully, you helped him put the vibrating ring on. He spread lube on it and his whole member while you warmed some up in your hands and spread it along his perineum.

“Mmm,” he moaned quietly at your touch, closing his eyes.

You clicked the toy to its lowest vibration setting.

“Oh, god! Shit, they weren’t kidding! Ahhh. This is, oh fuck, wow!” His hand flew to his cock, which was bobbing up and down involuntarily.

“And that’s just the first setting. I’m guessing the other toys are a no-go?” you asked, hovering over him still, straddling his thigh.

He let out a sound that didn’t sound too convincing. “Yeeeeah…? Um, this is fine. Actually -” He clicked the vibrator off and handed you the remote for it. “When it looks like I need it.”

“I’ll tease you with it,” you said, trailing your hand along his balls and up his shaft.

“You better not,” he said, biting at your nose and missing as you pulled your head back in time. “All right. First time getting tail fucked. Ready?”

You rolled your eyes and pretended to punch him in the chest. “Yes, I’m ready.” How much different could it be, really? “I’m more concerned for you. You’ve never used a cock ring before, let alone a vibe,” you said, widening your eyes.

“We’ll be okay,” he said. Something in the soothing way he spoke, ugh you could just melt into him.

He leaned back against the headboard, his arm bent behind his head to prop himself up. “Ahhh,” he uttered, hissing, guiding his hand over yours stroking his cock. “Sssoo good.”

He looked you in the eyes as he touched himself, bringing his tail in between your legs again, pushing past your folds this time and going straight for your wet core.

You leaned back, propping yourself up with your hands behind you, moaning as he entered you, tossing your head back as your neck went slack. You straddled his waist, almost like you were scissoring.

You watched his tail slide in and out of you repeatedly, moving in a wave-like pattern with a dexterity that a finger or a cock couldn’t provide.

Your body relaxed and you slid onto your back, staring at the ceiling. Finally, the tip of his tail found your g-spot, and as you shuddered against his legs and let out a guttural sound you didn’t even know you could make, he made an “ah-ha!” sound and you could feel him add more pressure to your spot. All the muscles in his tail flexed, going tap tap tap along your walls. You clenched around him.

“Fuck, you’re so responsive,” he said, letting out an amused chuckle. “You’re fun.”

You shook yourself out of a trance-like state, almost entirely forgetting he was there. You forgot he was watching you like you were his own little porno, touching himself to the vision of you before him.

You leaned against his leg, resting your head by his knee. You lazily tickled along his thighs, in between his legs, caressing him, and looking into his eyes as you kissed his inner thigh. You shifted more on your back, arching it, resting one leg on his shoulder so his tail could go deeper inside you. He held onto your ankle by his shoulder, kissing it.

His tail flicked in and out of you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. He slipped out of you and up to your clit, massaging it with the tip.

“Oh fuck!” you exclaimed. He tapped it against you in rapid succession - taptaptaptaptaptap - fucking hell! It had to be the musician in him, the quick and agile reflexes. He rubbed the upper part of his tail against your length, before flicking the arrowhead against your clit repeatedly. “Mounty, I’m going to cum! Fuck!!”

He held onto your leg, caressing it, while stroking himself with his other hand. He picked one motion and stuck with it - a firm, but gentle massage on your clit with his tailtip.

Your whole body quivered, your orgasm spilling over. You moaned and clutched onto his leg, biting into his skin to muffle the utterly pathetic moans you know would be coming out of your mouth.

“Ow, shit!” he exclaimed but you could barely hear him.

You bucked your hips against his tail to ride out the last smaller waves of your climax, before settling down again. He retracted his tail from between your legs, and you were left staring at the ceiling for a moment before hearing your name being called over and over again.

“Mmm?” you muttered. “Oh, sorry for biting you.”

He laughed. “It’s okay. I’m just glad you were enjoying yourself.”

You nodded feebly, feeling a little pathetic, but utterly blissed out.

“Think you have one more round in you?”

“Mmm,” you mumbled, not even giving an answer.

He patted the mattress beside him. “C’mere.” He pulled you back up to your knees, which were trembling, between his legs. He held your chin in his hand and whispered, “You wanna know what it’s really like to get fucked?” You nodded in his palm. “Good girl.”

You straddled his waist, hovering over his still erect cock.

“Did you want to use protection?” he asked, leaning over to his drawer to reach inside for some condoms. You shook your head. “You sure?”

You nodded and said, “Yes. Please Mountain, please just fuck me.”

He handed you the ring vibrator remote, but spoke before fully relinquishing it to you. “You hold great power in your hands. Use it well.”

Fucking nerd. You laughed at his corny ass joke and nodded, saying, “Yes sir,” in a fake serious voice.

He leaned over for the lube bottle and spread some all over his hands, covering his tail with it then circling your asshole, getting it nice and wet. You draped your arms over his shoulders as he took your waist in his hands, guiding you over his cock, lining it up with your entrance, then sinking you down onto his lap.

Fuck, he felt so good. It was incredible. And very different from the tail. His cock was firmer, building a different kind of pressure but every bit as pleasurable. You both moaned as you sank slowly on him. You moved your hips up and down, already so tired from before, and starting to falter.

His tail wrapped around your ass before teasing and prodding around it, finally slipping in. The feeling, while out of this world, was incredibly overwhelming. You fell down on his cock with zero grace, shuddering and breathing loudly, moaning every few breaths.

“Mmm!” he groaned, grimacing. He said your name through gritted teeth.

“Oh fuck I’m sorry,” you said.

“It’s okay, it takes a lot more than your beautiful ass to hurt me,” he said with a smile, kissing your lips sweetly while giving your rear a smack. “Mm? Everything okay?”

“I can’t, Mounty, I’m sorry. I can’t do it.”

With zero hesitation, he removed his tail from your rear end and started to pull himself out of your entrance.

“No, no, fuck, please that feels so good. I just can’t, my legs are fucking jello. I need you to fuck me.”

“I can do that,” he said warmly. He picked you up, his strong hands grasping your waist as he slammed you up and down on his cock. He pummeled into you from below. “Just relax, I got this.”

“Ahhh, fuck!” you wailed, his tail entering your ass once more, this time without teasing the invitation but instead thrusting in with more force. You let your body slack against his, letting him do all the work.

“Remember your very important job?” he said, eyeing the remote that fell out of your hand.

You nodded, tears in your eyes from the intense sensations ripping through your body. You clicked the button, feeling the buzz of the ring on his cock rub against your clit everytime you fell back down on him. You bared down, grinding against the ring and rubbing yourself along his pubic bone. You clicked the next button, heightening the sensation for you both.

“Oh god - I’m not gonna last,” he grunted. “I’m going to cum. Is it okay if I finish inside you?”

You nodded. “Yes,” you said breathlessly.

“You sure? Last chance before I blow.”

“Stop being so polite and just fucking cum inside me!” you shouted.

“Christ, okay!” He groaned as he continued to fuck into you, jerking his hips forward as he shot warm semen inside you, spilling out. He stopped, still holding onto you, burying his face in your chest, breathing heavily. You sat on his cock, the buzz of the cock ring now sitting against your clit. From that and his tail still prodding away at your ass, you came again just a few seconds after him.

“See,” you began, breathing hard and climbing up to him. “When you asked if I wanted to know what it’s really like to get fucked, I swear I thought you were going to use your drumsticks.”

“The thought crossed my mind. So how was it? Any different? Just as good…better?”

“Yeah…like a really wiggly dick,” you answered truthfully.

Primo

Plants a very special plant he knows you like - different colored roses, or a poinsettia then surprises you with it on Christmas morning

Also takes the time to knit you a scarf that has your favorite colors

Wants to spend quality family time with his brothers before/while diving into presents and a big holiday dinner

Wants to bake cookies with you

Enjoys watching Christmas movies all bundled up with you in the matching fuzzy robes and slippers he got the both of you

Makes sure you feel loved and appreciated on this special day

Falls asleep while sipping on hot chocolate or tea in front of the TV

Secondo

Buys you some very nice jewelry

He’ll plan a vacation to the Bahamas or somewhere warm and you’re leaving the day after Christmas!

For Christmas Day he’s happy just to open presents, bake cookies, and watch movies with his loved ones

He’s not a fan of Hallmark movies but watches them with you because you love them

Plans an extravagant meal with all the Clergy members

Wants to go ice skating with you (mostly so he can guide you along by touching your waist the entire time)

Terzo

He’s horny 24/7/365 but something about the holidays gives him that extra warm feeling

Has definitely put his dick in a box and wrapped it. When you take the lid off the box, there’s a bow around his dick

He’s probably also put mistletoe around his dick and asked you to kiss it (for a visual of this, you can read my fic of this exact scenario complete with artwork!)

Says that He Is the present

Buys you sex toys, but also other things, most of them not practical in the slightest

He LOVES opening presents. “Ooh what did you get me?”

He’s proud of the presents he got you too, although half of them are basically for him anyway (he’s totally stealing the gel manicure set and skincare items and the soft blanket he got you)

Makes you feel so loved that you hardly care about presents and all your holiday stress melts away

He loves those silly Hallmark movies and wants to watch them with you unironically

Fuck Christmas pajamas, you’re going to be naked in bed with him most of the day

But when he does have to be up and around, he’s wearing comfy PJ bottoms with fuzzy socks

Makes lots of sexual Christmas innuendo/puns like how he’s going to be coming down your chimney or something

Copia

His gifts are usually the most thoughtful

Pays attention to your interests and gives you something based on that

Wears a cute matching PJ set, and gets you one to match him

He’s so excited to watch you open the gifts he got you and to show you how each electronic thing works (even if it’s just a pair of headphones). It’s sweet how attentive he is so you let him show you even though you already know how it all works

Wants to bake cookies with you

Assuming there’s a white Christmas he insists on sledding after opening presents

Carries mistletoe around just to have an excuse to kiss you throughout the day (“And eheh, other things later,” he says)

Nihil

Gets everyone gift cards

Loves Christmas crackers

If he branches out it’s usually something practical like kitchenware or a vacuum

He prides himself on finding the best Hallmark card around because they always profess love better than he can communicate

Falls asleep on the couch watching classics like “It’s a Wonderful Life” and “White Christmas” because that’s what reminds him of his youth

Primo

Falls asleep in front of the TV during the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade (but grumbles a few times in his sleep “Is it ready yet?”) and doesn’t wake up until the ghouls yell “dinner time!”

Has to take an antacid before eating

Carves the turkey

Mostly only picks the mushy foods to eat (i.e. casseroles) and only eats half his plate

“I’m thankful for all my ghouls, even the least favorite one.”

Hogs and clogs the toilet after

Secondo

Helps by setting the table and running to the store for last minute things that were either forgotten or you ran out of

Makes a surprisingly good roux for the mac n cheese and the gravy

“What is this American shit?” he asks about half the food on the table

Proceeds to eat and enjoy literally everything, except he still can’t get behind the cranberry sauce. “It wobbles.” (Copia’s head pokes up from his plate, mid face-stuffing.)

“I’m thankful for good food and good company” (he would say while holding his glass up to cheer)

Dutifully helps clean up and washes dishes

Terzo

Peels one potato and says “I’m bored” and walks away. You have to finish peeling them. Then he brags about how he made the mashed potatoes. When you tell him off he says, “Okay, well I helped!”

“Why is everything the same color? I’m not eating that. Oh wait, actually…that’s very good…mmm. Can I have some more?”

Compares everything to Italian food and admits you are an amazing cook and could put his nonna to shame (he never met his nonna but he’s not going to tell you that)

“I’m thankful for titties and ass, dongs of every shape and size, and eh - the female orgas-” (gets interrupted by an elbow to the ribcage, courtesy of you)

Says he has to go to the bathroom to avoid having to help clean up and you never see him again until morning

Wakes you up early the next morning to go Black Friday shopping in his Christmas sweater. (“I’ve always been fascinated by this American sport”)

Copia

He’s in charge of the turkey and he’s very nervous and is taking this job very seriously

In fact he barely speaks to anyone all day because he’s busy burning things in the kitchen and sweating on everything. It’s like a scene from Ratatouille, except it’s just his rats running all over the stove and nibbling on the stuffing.

“I’m not even hungry!” as he shovels food in his face

“I’m thankful for my rats, and cheese. And of course, all of you.”

After dinner he runs dishes back and forth from the table to the kitchen until someone forces him to sit down

Passes the fuck out immediately afterwards in front of his video games

Also clogs the toilet (when did he even have time to do that?)

Nihil

Mumbles something about how he tried breeding dogs once while the National Dog Show plays on TV

Has been systematically picking things from the dishes as they’re being prepared so he truly isn’t hungry during the meal and doesn’t eat much on his plate

Complains about how much Copia burned things and that’s why he’s not eating

“I’m thankful for Seestor”

After finishing up your duties for the day, you return back to your room, where a note and a single rose await you on your bed. The note reads, “I know what time it is. Come to me this evening. -T”

You start to wonder how he could possibly know your body better than you, but then you realize - of course he’d know.

The next moments are a blur, almost as if by magic you’ve been transported into his bedroom.

He’s close to your neck now, breathing heavily. He slams into you with a fiery force you had never seen in him before. He’s holding onto the headboard with one hand, gripping your throat with the other. He applies the lightest pressure on your windpipe with his thumb, eyes closed, panting heavily. His cock quivers inside you as you wrap your legs around him, pulling him in closer.

“Sorella, I am afraid I will not last long if you keep that up,” he says, panting.

You look up at him with a coy smile and a twinkle in your eyes.

He straightens up. “I want you to have a good time,” he says, a devilish look in his eyes. “And how can you enjoy yourself when I am out like a snuffed out candle?” His brow is furrowed this time, lost in thought. His pace is slower, savoring each time he pulls out and pushes back in.

“I am,” you assure him, caressing his jaw and turning his face to yours. You look into his eyes, the white iris piercing into you like a white-hot flame.

He pulls almost all the way out of you, slowly moving out and you can feel every inch of him. He looks down at his cock, bright red with fresh blood from your menstruation.

He mutters sultry Italian filth under his breath and places both hands on the headboard, looking down at you. “Knowing I could just - ” he begins but cuts himself off.

“Hm?” you urge.

He runs his hand down your throat, down your chest, tracing the middle of your sternum, before reaching your abdomen and gingerly placing his hand there. “I suppose it…drives me wild, signorina, seeing you so fertile and ready for me.”

You grab his waist and pull him forward, sliding him back inside you slowly. His eyes close and he exhales. He pushes your legs apart again and holds onto your knees, entering you slowly then thrusts his hips faster.

“I am ready for you, Terzo,” you sigh.

“I could take you,” he says, grinding into you shallowly.

You nod your head, simply mesmerized by how well he fills you.

“I could fucking take you right now,” he says, leaning into you and thrusting faster. He grazes his sharp fangs over the sensitive skin of your neck, sending shivers up and down your spine. He’s so close…he could drink you dry, or turn you.

He’s face-to-face with you now, moaning into your ear and bringing his lips close to your neck again and baring his teeth. His breath is hot and heavy, leaving a wet spot of saliva in your hair. He’s desperately clutching at your breasts and kissing your face, your neck, your shoulder. Each time you think he’ll bite, he hesitates.

He pulls out, bringing with him a mixture of your cum and his and your blood pooling at your entrance. Almost instinctively, he fingers the ruby red substance and slides it up your inner folds. He’s painting long, delicate strokes along your folds, just stopping short of your sensitive bud. He looks up at you and says, “Sei comodo?” You nod in response, longing for him to continue.

He kisses your inner thighs while waiting for you to clear your throat and answer “Yes, Papa.” In between the kisses, he gently bites into your skin along your thighs, each time less painful than the previous. Your heart jumps each time his fangs sink into your supple flesh. He kisses you sweetly again before moving towards your center.

He slides his tongue in between your folds, gingerly entering at first, then ravenously devours up the blood from your core. As he slides his tongue up and down, your back arches, shuddering each time he flicks his tongue against your clit. He pushes your legs against your chest, pressing his face against you deeper, lapping at your entrance, thirsty for more and moaning - he’s enjoying this almost more than you.

You cry out his name as he sucks at your clit, giving it more attention now that he’s eaten you out of all your blood. He’s worked you up all evening, and you’re almost ready to - oh fuck! He holds your hips firmly as your whole body begins to shake. You can feel his incisors graze against your skin as your hips buck against his face but he doesn’t let up his determination to give you the most intense orgasm.

He emerges from between your legs, almost as if he’s floating above you. He wears a grin on his face with blood stains around his mouth, smearing with his Papal paints. He slithers up next to you, his head now in the crook of your neck. Once again you have goosebumps and shivers running up and down your body.

“Sorella, you taste divine,” he growls into your ear. “I must have more.” In one swift motion he sinks his teeth into your warm neck, the pain sending shockwaves to your nervous system. Instinctively, you start to pull away and push against Terzo but his grip is stronger.

Your pain soon turns into pleasure, and you want to return his favor. Your body relaxes in his arms, no longer fighting this.

He’s sucked your cunt dry, and now he wants more.

Italian to English Translations

- La Notte del Vampiro (Night of the Vampire)

- Sorella (Sister (nun))

- signorina (lady/miss)

Primo

Perfectly content to lay on his back and watch you ride, too old and tired to do anything wild and crazy

Had lots of wild sexventures in his youth and is happy to have missionary or cowgirl sex for the rest of his days

Refers to the act as “making love” for general sex, or “fornication” for a quickie

Always conscious about wearing a condom

Lots of kissing and cute pet names

Rarely, if ever, says he loves you but treats you so sweetly you know he does

Switch but mostly a pleasure dom

Won’t stop until you cum

Surprisingly gentle touch

Painfully aware of the size of his member and makes sure to ease into you and makes sure you’re very wet and ready for him

Secondo

Prefers to let you ride him but he controls the motions and speed from the bottom

Also loves spooning you so he can reach around to your front

Has a good read on facial expressions and can generally tell what you’re in the mood for and pays attention to your body language during sex

Comes prepared with toys, lube, condoms, dilators, and other accouterments

Loves to play with your nipples

Leaves you one of his button down shirts to wear afterwards

Indulges in a cigar or cigarette, or a glass of whiskey, in bed with you after

Almost always a dom and will play it rough when you want it

Easily makes you cum multiple times

Wants to service and be serviced by his sub

Loves facefucking you

Terzo

Romantic gestures- lights lot of candles, spreads rose petals on the floor and bed, dims the lights, draws you a bubble bath, sends you roses or a lunch delivery at work

Seduces you all day through texts which include “So what are you wearing? 😼” and “Wanna fuck?”

Has an extensive toy collection

He calls the act fucking but definitely adjusts to the mood/vibe depending on whether you want it slow or fast

Desperate to get you off multiple times

Won’t let himself cum until you have at least once before him

Studies your body’s reactions so he knows when you’re about to have an orgasm

Gets turned on by turning you on

LOTS of foreplay and lots of lube

Consistently asks if you’re comfortable

Likes to switch positions a lot

LOVES doggystyle because it makes him feel bigger

Is relieved when you say you’re on birth control but has condoms in his room and office just in case

Loves cumming inside you but also loves to spill his seed on your chest and see how much you milked him

Switch, but can easily adapt to whatever works in his partner dynamic

Cardinal Copia

Finishes quickly and is a little ashamed about it but is assured when you tell him it’s okay and you know he’s just so turned on by you that he couldn’t help it

Sniffs your underwear you left in his room the night before to get hard again and anticipate the next time

Nearly cums his pants just during the makeout session pre-sex

Carries a condom in his wallet

Wants you to undress him

Surprised and overjoyed if he makes you cum but often confuses your moans as orgasms even if you haven’t yet

Keeps asking “Is this okay?”

Acts like a Casanova IRL but when it’s just the two of you he gets a little shy

Not sure how to incorporate toys but is willing to try

Popia

He absolutely calls it “making love”

Has clear distinctions between just fucking and lovemaking

Absolutely loves facing one another on your sides, one leg hooked over your hip to press you up and down on his cock, so he can look you in the eyes and kiss your face

Loves missionary too

Almost more excited for foreplay and the chance to see you naked than (penetrative) sex

Whispers “I love you, I love you” while kissing your face

Switch; wants to fuck you and also get fucked

Proud if he can get you off multiple times in one session

Can sense if something is wrong or you’re uncomfortable and will stop immediately

Lowkey begging you to peg/top him since you started dating. He’s never tried it but wants you to dominate him

He is absolutely fine not having sex or receiving BJs from you and does not bring it up unless you seem particularly keen

Gives you his own edibles made from Ministry-grown marijuana

Stays up to watch a movie with you, holding your hand while you’re curled up in pain but quickly falls asleep next to you

Secondo

Has a stockpile of necessary items for all his ghulehs - pads, tampons, pain meds, heating pads, snacks, etc.

Is usually known throughout the Ministry to have extra tampons under his bathroom sink in case you run out or forgot to put one in your purse

Already has towels down on the mattress and is prepared for sex to get messy

Is fine with getting blood on his dick but prefers to shower right after

He’s also perfectly fine to eat you out

Gives you lots of kisses whenever you want

Massages your back

Terzo

First, curses the universe for punishing you simply for having ovaries and a uterus. Second, praises Lucifer that you’re not pregnant.

Will gladly go to the store to get you anything you want or need, but definitely buys the wrong thing (“Babe, what size pussy do you own?” and proceeds to buy the wrong kind of pad anyway)

Drives you to your fave fast food place at 3AM because you woke up hungry and craving fries (because oddly so did he)

“Wahoo, blowjob week!”

Keeps saying “You know the cure for your pains, eh? *waggles eyebrows* The feeeemale orgasm!”

Fucking LOVES the sight of your blood on his dick

Excited to go down on you

Enjoys quiet movie nights when you’re not feeling up to sex

Cardinal Copia

Gulps and gets a little nervous

The sight of blood makes him woozy

He’ll still run to the store for you to get what you need, but gets lost and only brings back half of what you asked for (“They didn’t have it!” he’ll claim, sure that he checked everywhere)

Tells you a story about how one time in elementary school some kid kicked him in the balls so he understands your pain

Nervous about having sex and seeing blood but he would try anything for you if you really wanted to

He’d prefer to make you happy in other ways like giving you snacks and back rubs

Dracopia 🧛

“Your cunt looks especially delicious, tesoro.”

Celebrates your body’s natural cycles and praises Lucifer

He already knows your menstrual cycle and knew you were about to start it before you did

Has pain meds blended up in a smoothie for you

Tells you he didn’t buy tampons at the store because you don’t need them *wink*

Practically cums when he smells fresh blood on you

“You are so wet~” “Copia, it’s blood.” “Ehh, yes I know”

Eats you out like a champ

Popia

He drops whatever he’s doing and goes to the store immediately to bring you snacks and tampons

Gets you whatever snacks you desire and eats half of them

Texts you every step of the way in the store (“Okay I walked inside…okay I turned to the right…10 steps down the…3rd aisle? Okie dokie!”)

Content to just cuddle and watch movies with you

Also content to get blowies but particularly curious about going down on you and how different it might be than usual

Nihil

Still thinks you can’t get pregnant on your period

Thinks you bleed out of your pee hole. Actually, he thinks your vagina is also your pee hole. Actually he doesn’t know. There are 3 holes?!

Grumbles, not understanding your pain, but you return home later and a single rose and some pain meds lay on the nightstand with a Hallmark greeting card that says “get well soon” - he’s too out of his comfort zone to buy pads or tampons

Won’t touch your vagina unless you’ve just showered, but will gladly hint at getting a blowjob

He pressed his body against your back, skin still wet from the shower. He trailed his hand up your arm, shoving his face into the crook of your neck to kiss you there. He played with the wet strands of your hair, difficult to move out of the way as they clung to your neck.

“Hmm, Copia,” you giggled as you gently dabbed eye cream underneath your eyes. “I can’t do my skincare with you distracting me like this.” You turned your head towards him.

“Maybe that’s the point, cara mia,” he whispered in your ear. He let the towel hanging around his hips drop then grasped your waist, tugging on your towel.

The mirror was still a little foggy, but you could see the soft outline of his torso. Much to his chagrin, you loved the way that stubborn bit of stomach held onto him no matter how hard he stuck to his diet. It was difficult to stay as slender as he once was, but you didn’t care. You preferred him this way. To you, he was perfect.

With both arms reaching around your front, he unfastened the corner of the towel tucked in on itself by your breast. He unwound the towel from your body, revealing your form again.

As if he hadn’t just touched your naked body in the shower only moments ago, his mouth fell open like the first time he’d ever seen you without clothes on.

“I can’t wait anymore, amore mio. I need to bury myself inside you,” he spoke, hands all over you. One hand wound around your stomach, the other in between your legs from behind.

Suddenly, it was like your hands were immobilized, and you completely forgot what you were doing. You gave in to his touches and pressed back into him, letting him slide his fingers inside you. You let out a moan, hands on the vanity to steady yourself.

Your eyes met in the mirror as his chin rested on your shoulder. “I want you to see how good I make you feel.”

“Mm,” you said, your eyes fluttering closed then back open as you watched his arm pistoning in and out of you. The muscles in his arm twitched as he worked magic between your legs.

“Don’t I make you feel good?” he whispered, slipping his fingers out of you and up to your clit.

“Oh, fuck! I mean – yes, Papa.”

“That’s good,” he cooed, pulling his hand away entirely.

You could see him positioning himself behind you, aligning your hips until he sank into you, deeper and deeper, until his body couldn’t be any closer to yours. The pair of you sighed and moaned as he filled you. His hands were on top of yours, grabbing onto the marble vanity and using that as leverage to fuck you harder.

“I love the way your fucking tits bounce like that,” he said, staring at your chest. Now you knew what he meant by having a show when you were on top. And you never realized all the micro expressions you made while in bliss. Your eyebrows furrowed each time he hit your walls harder and faster, your mouth falling open a little more. He liked to hook his thumb in your mouth when you did this. But right now he seemed too riled up by watching your matching facial expressions.

You watched as his body moved with yours, his hips in perfect rhythm. You leaned down over the counter, leaving a gap between you.

He growled and grabbed your hips, pulling you back down on his cock. “You’re fucking mine,” he said above you, leaning over you. This seemed to spur him on, as he gained momentum. You watched as his face contorted in concentration, focused on pleasure.

“Mmn! Y-yes, Papa.” You couldn’t help it anymore. You held yourself up with one hand and positioned the other below, rubbing circles on your clit.

He smirked, loving the way you touched yourself to get off. He let you play with yourself for a few seconds before grabbing your hand and swatting it away. “That’s mine, too.” He rubbed small, quick circles on your bud as he continued thrusting behind you.

“Fuck, I’m close,” you croaked, feeling your high nearing.

He fucked you harder, his face red as a bead of sweat dripped from his brow. “Mmf – I’m – gonna – ”

You both moaned together as he rode out his high, your body trembling beneath his. He threw his head back as he emptied himself inside you, breathless but croaking out a moan. You came just about the same time he did, feeling your muscles contract around him – his mouth opening in a silent scream from the overstimulation. He gripped your arm until you both came down from the high, pants and sighs filling the room.

He kissed your shoulder over and over while slowly pulling out, bringing with him a pool of your mixed fluids. Then he kissed your back, your neck, your cheek, turning your head so he could finally kiss you on the lips. You quivered against him, hugging his neck as he continued dotting your face with sweet pecks before beckoning you to join him in bed.

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

Walking along the corridor, you hear some muffled noises coming from the confessional booth in the Abbey. You shuffle your way over, careful not to let your heels click on the stone tiles.

You slip into the opposite side of the booth, and peer through the mesh screen. There you find Cardinal Copia engaging in an act of self-pleasure. His head tilted back, mouth agape, mumbling what almost sounds like your name. “Ah, fuck -!” he mutters.

“Cumming all by yourself, Cardinal? In a confessional?” You tut at him, eyeing him through the screen. “My, the irony.”

He looks up startled, hand on his cock and a look of fear in his eyes. “Sister! Ah - ” He rushes to gather his garments together but to no avail.

You exit and walk around to the other side, then sit down on the bench opposite him. “This is a place of worship,” you say glaring at him, faking a shameful tone.

He purses his lips and pauses, thinking for a moment. He leans forward, placing a hand on your exposed knee, your habit barely covering yourself. “And what if I was confessing my most wicked sins?”

“And what might those sins be?”

“About how I wish to worship every inch of your body?”

“Then I would say I came at the right time - er, sorry,” you reply.

He winces at your pun, but smiles at you all the same.

“Oh my disgusting, perverted Cardinal - whatever shall I do with you?” you ask with a sly smile, cupping his cheek in the palm of your hand.

He blushes, unable to conceal his boner anymore. It’s poking out from the fabric bunched at his thighs. You can see the exposed tip, pink and flushed like his cheeks.

“S-so sorry Sorella,” he stammers, fondling his Grucifix rosary in his gloved fingers nervously.

You lean in and grab his member from between the fabric folds of his red cassock, eliciting a yelp from his lips. “So hard just thinking of me, Cardinal?”

He purses his lips again and nods, eyes closed. “Sì Sorella…the most wicked things.”

You release his cock from your grasp and he exhales, shoulders slumping in relief. “Why don’t you tell me about the compromising positions you were thinking of having me, while you continue what you were doing?”

He pauses for a moment, and eyes you carefully as he begins to stroke himself again. You sigh and lean back on the bench as he spins you a tale of his fantasies. “I was imagining you and me, in my office. I had you bent over my desk…oh Satanas - ” He begins to whimper quietly, closing his eyes as he tightens his grip on himself.

“Lucifer, tell me more,” you whisper as you dip your hand in between your legs, sighing.

“Ahhh, tes-tesoro, how p-pretty you look,” his voice hitches, his mouth opening in an ‘ahh.’ “Uhnnnnmmm,” he mumbles as his eyelids flutter. He leans across the small booth, his free hand reaching towards your breasts.

You place your high-heeled foot on his chest, sliding upwards so the stiletto pokes at his Adam’s apple. “Shhh Cardinal,” you whisper, glancing towards the side of the confessional. “They’ll hear.”

“Maybe I want them to,” he chuckles, glancing down at your heel dangerously close to cutting off his blood supply.

“Mmm, it’s true I did hear you, just innocently m-minding my own business,” you say, circling your clit with your fingertips.

You continue this back and forth banter as if you’d not just been making love in his bedroom yesterday morning. It’s a fun little game you both liked to play, and took turns punishing one another.

Unrelenting in your role this time, he delights in your silly little demeaning words to him, especially when you call him a “pathetic, pathetic little man who is so desperate for pussy he’ll rub himself in the middle of the Abbey.”

“You’re lucky I’m even giving you the privilege of a visual,” you continue through moans as you both continue touching yourselves.

“Ah, sì Sorella - you are qu-quite generous,” he grunts through heady, excited strokes. “Oh Satanas, I’m going to c-cum soon.” The slap of his skin echoes from inside the confessional, and you’re sure anyone who actually came to speak with him turned right around as soon as they heard.

“Ladies first,” you say, flashing him a warning and rubbing yourself more quickly.

“Mmn, of course mistress.” He slows his own movements and watches you, fixating on your open cunt completely exposed to him.

You moan quietly, feeling your orgasm just around the corner.

“May I help, Sorella?” he asks, watching your wrist twitch wildly as if he’s being hypnotized.

“What good could a deplorable cuck like yourself possibly do for me? Ahh, fuck!” You buck your hips as he watches, practically licking his lips. You can’t help it - you cry out his name as you cum - “Copia!”

Of course this asshole smiles as he pumps his cock faster, not waiting for your breathing to return to normal. His moans grow faster and faster until - he paints the palm of his hand with his seed (and a few splashes get the booth wall).

“Satanas Sorella,” he sighs your name on a exhale contentedly.

Decorating the Abbey for a haunted Black Mass this Hallows’ Eve, you passed the time talking to your Siblings Selene and Alix. The pair of them were hanging black curtains against the stone back wall behind the altar and you held the ladder to make sure neither of them fell.

“So do you think he can really…well, you know,” said Selene. “When he talks about doing two at a time.”

“No way,” Alix replied with a scoff.

“I dunno, I think he still can,” you said, smiling while their backs were turned. It was almost like you knew a secret they didn’t - but you didn’t, not really.

You and Terzo had a bit of a…moment in the side hall linen closet last week. You were stocking the laundry with clean habits and cassocks for the Siblings when Terzo slipped in, likely avoiding Imperator or Nihil. “Shhh,” he told you at the time, peering out of the crack of the door to make sure whoever he was hiding from had passed down the hallway. “Ah, it’s you,” he said slyly, remembering your shy glances at him during Mass while he was leading worship. “Let me help you.”

He had helped you reach the top shelf, though he was not much taller than you, when he grazed against your chest accidentally. “Sorry, Sis-” he had begun to say. Unfortunately, your brain lost all control of your faculties and you let out a quiet moan when he did this. When you turned around to face him and his sneaky grin, he looked down your front, finding your hard nipples through your habit with ease. This one was a bit…worn, and see through. You had glanced down to find something of his that was hard as well through his chasuble. “Well this was fun. Gotta go,” he remarked with a wink, carefully poking his head out of the closet and darting down the hall in the opposite direction he came from. ‘The fuck?’ you thought to yourself at the time, hanging your head out of the closet and watching him go. But you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him since then.

“Nah, I’m calling it. The man is gorgeous but I bet you he can’t get it up long enough to - ” Alix began to say but Selene elbowed them in the side.

“Who can’t get what up?” came a familiar voice and your eyes widened before turning around to face him.

“Papa - w-we were just, um,” you stammered.

“Relax, Siblings,” he said, looking at the three of you. “I was just coming in to check how things were going here. I would not normally hover over you, you see, but Sister she eh -” he rolled his eyes at the mere mention of her name.

“Yes,” you remarked morosely, looking up at Selene and Alix on the ladders with hooks in their hands, their eyes equally in shock - their attempts to hide behind the curtains not working. “Imperator always has her tight deadlines, doesn’t she?”

Selene nodded her head quickly while Alix pretended to lose their baphomet sigil amongst the heavy curtain panels.

Terzo picked up a few of the decorations on the altar mindlessly. “Now what’s this about Papa not being able to ‘get it up’?”

Oh fuck. Obviously your Siblings weren’t going to give up the game that easily.

“It was just silly gossip Papa, I promise,” you said while looking at him earnestly. “It meant nothing.”

“Mm, well I have a reputation around here to maintain,” he said, placing both hands on the altar and glancing between the three of you. “Imagine if this unfounded gossip landed in the wrong hands? Can’t have that now, can we?”

You couldn’t explain the effect he had on you, but his words… you could feel the heat build between your legs as he spoke with such a command, although feigning an air of innocence at the same time. He intimidated you, and you liked it.

Selene and Alix had finished hanging up one panel of the curtains, and came down the ladder steps. Alix approached the altar to grab another box of nails, but stopped dead in their tracks when Terzo shot a glance their way.

“You especially seem doubtful, Sibling,” he said to them.

Alix swallowed and didn’t respond, suddenly no longer your outspoken friend they normally were.

“So have you ever…I mean, taken two at a time after a show?” Selene asked.

Terzo smirked at her, then looked in your direction before answering. “I don’t kiss and tell.” But something about the way he said this told you he had - and probably had more lovers in one night than you’d ever had in your whole life.

“So why don’t we settle this score, and put to bed your little rumors, no?” he continued, looking at each of you. All of you glanced at one another, hoping the other might telepathically give you the right answer to say. Sensing your uncertainty, he looked towards Alix. “You. Come.”

“Yes, Papa,” they obeyed and walked up to Terzo, hands clasped in front of them.

“Kiss tua Sorella and take off your habit.”

They paused. “Er - which one?”

“Whichever you like,” he said, leaning against the altar and crossing his arms against his chest.

Alix walked over to Selene, who did not falter and leaned her head to the side, inviting Alix’s lips to hers. They kissed for a few moments, building until their tongues were slipping into each other’s mouths, quiet and breathy moans escaping as they clung onto one another’s arms.

Just when you thought Papa never noticed the lower ranked Siblings, he continued to surprise you. It was as if he knew and could sense the budding attraction between them for the last few weeks. Even you had caught them flirting with one another, even if they had never admitted it out loud.

Alix broke away from their embrace and turned to look at Terzo who nodded at them. They unzipped their habit and slid it down past their hips, letting it fall to the floor. Naturally small-chested, they often chose to forgo a bra, now standing in front of Papa in nothing but their thong panties.

“Those too,” he said, pointing down. They slipped those off too, now standing in front of their peers and superior completely bare.

He made a come hither motion and they walked up to him. He kissed them gently, caressing their body, his hands cupping their breasts. Alix moaned, closing their eyes.

“I love your fucking cute little tits,” he breathed in between their lips, cupping their chin his hand. “Così dannatamente perfetto.” He motioned for them to sit on the edge of the altar.

As Alix sat down, Terzo motioned for Selene to come to him. She followed suit, already unzipping her habit. He helped her take it off, turning her around so he could unhook her bra. He kissed her on the lips, thumbing her hard nipples and holding her petite frame in his arms easily. He tapped her on the ass and motioned for her to join Alix on the altar, yanking her panties off as she turned around.

Next would be you. You swallowed, closing your eyes for a moment as you realized the man you’d been longing for would soon have his lips on yours…

But he went to your Siblings to the altar instead, leaving you watching. He positioned himself in between them, bringing his hands to their sex, rubbing circles between their thighs while alternating kissing them. They kissed each other through pleasured sighs when he took turns sucking their nipples.

After a moment or two, he retracted his fingers from their clits and stepped back, allowing them to embrace each other and kiss more passionately. “Lick their pretty little cunt,” he instructed Selene. She eyed Terzo as she moved down Alix’s body, finally burying her face in their folds, slipping her tongue inside. Alix moaned louder, arching their back. “Brava ragazza,” he said before turning to you. “You.”

“Yes, Papa?” you asked meekly as he sauntered over to you.

“You better be fucking wet,” he said into your ear, sliding his hand between your legs and finding the barrier of the damp fabric of your panties - already saturated in your arousal.

“I think you’ll find what you’re looking for,” you said with a smile, finding a similar smile spread across his lips almost immediately. He tugged at your underwear, pulling them down your legs. You helped him by kicking them off your ankles and spread your legs for his exploring hand.

His gloved fingers met your clit with ease, already slippery with your slick. “Mmn,” you purred as he made gentle flicking motions. Rather than kiss you, he watched your face intently - each muscle in your face twitching and contorting at every graze to your core. He watched your eyebrows furrow and your lips open to coo as he added another finger, dipping inside your already dripping hole.

You could hear the contented sighs of your Siblings coming from the altar growing louder. You reached down and grasped his rock hard cock through his robes, hearing him murmur “Satanas.”

He led you to the altar, laying you down on your back while he undressed you fully. The cold marble startled your nervous system, your back arching to save your body heat, an “ah!” escaping your lips. You looked to your right, Selene still enthusiastically diving into Alix whose body was convulsing, evidently close to climax.

Terzo kissed your lips gently - the first time your mouths intertwined, feeling just how passionate and sweet his touch could be. He kissed along your body, along your stomach, along your hips, until his lips met in between your thighs. He exhaled, savoring this moment. You inched your hips forward, desperate for release at this point. He slipped his tongue in between your pussy lips, sliding around with the tip and exploring every inch of you. He moaned as he hit your entrance, sucking your slick right out of your cunt.

Your breath caught in your throat until a quiet hum formed. He stroked himself as he covered his face in your juices, sloppily sucking and licking like a desperate, starving man who had never eaten before and was determined to leave the plate clean.

To your right, Alix screamed out in the throes of passion, their body shuddering against Selene’s mouth. Selene held Alix’s head in her hands, tenderly kissing their face until their breathing returned to normal.

They switched positions with Alix now buried in Selene just as Terzo moved up your body, one hand by your ear, the other on his cock. He stroked himself, placing the tip right at your entrance. You spread your legs to prepare yourself for him. He glided inside you with ease, your aching cunt needing to be filled.

And oh fuck - he must’ve been made for you, he fit so well. You didn’t need to prepare for his stretch or length because he just fit, like Lucifer had made you two to piece together like a puzzle.

“Cazzo, you feel so fucking good,” he breathed, entering you thrusting in and out with ease. You cried out as he perfectly brushed against your g-spot from this angle. He continued for a few minutes, your Siblings’ moans acting as a horny soundtrack.

He leaned in to kiss you before sliding out and moving over to Alix, whose ass was in the air, mouth moving over Selene’s cunt. He slammed into them from behind as they cried out. He held onto their hips and pummeled into them. “Is this how you imagined it to be, caro, hmn?” he asked into their ear. Alix could only gasp in pleasure for an answer, satisfying Terzo.

Selene leaned over to kiss you and you could smell Alix’s arousal on her mouth. She reached in between your legs and massaged your clit while you both continued to kiss, Alix hovered between her legs, and Terzo behind them. He extended his arm to Selene’s cunt to relieve Alix, who was gasping and moaning as Terzo slid into them.

He pulled out after a few moments and positioned himself in front of Selene, yanking her legs so their hips were aligned. He lifted her chin with his hand, bringing her face to his and kissing her - though more roughly than he did with you, you noticed. He pushed her legs open, completely exposing her to him, a devilish grin on his face. He thumbed her clit while sliding his cock up to meet her slit, then pushing himself in. As Selene moaned loudly, Alix curled up next to her on the altar, caressing her face and running their hands through her hair.

“You see how your sweet Sister takes my cock so well?” Terzo asked, looking down at Selene as he pumped his entire length in and out of her. “Tell her Siblings, tell her how good she’s doing.”

“You’re taking Papa so well,” Alix encouraged Selene, still stroking her cheek and giving her a kiss on the lips. You stroked her hair and leaned in to kiss her as well, your hand buried in your cunt to alleviate the absence of Papa and Selene’s ministrations.

Terzo continued rubbing circles over her clit while Alix kissed her passionately. Selene’s breathing got quicker, moaning louder and louder. You grabbed onto Terzo’s ass, pushing him deeper into her. Terzo rode her through her orgasm, her body clenching and tensing, her legs wrapping around his waist. Terzo didn’t let up his pace or give her a chance to settle down, instead driving into her more wildly from hearing her cries.

Seeing three obedient Siblings wait so patiently for their turn with him seemed to nearly drive Terzo over the edge as he grunted through thrusts, “Cazzo, not yet!” and pulled out of Selene entirely. He looked you in the eyes. You.

He was saving you for last, his first taste not enough.

He motioned for the other two to get on either side of you. He slid you down towards the middle of the altar, Selene getting up and readjusting herself to your left shoulder, Alix scooting up towards your right. They both ran their hands down your body, massaging your breasts and nipples, touching your cheek, detangling your now messy hair, taking turns kissing you and each other.

Terzo watched them as he spread your legs apart and began to massage along your nethers. He was taking his time exploring a new body with his hands, almost as if to know your shape by muscle memory. He muttered something in Italian under his breath, likely filthy. Eventually his gaze fell to you and only you. He seemed to study you, watching intently as your chest rose and fell with his touches - which strokes and what intensity made you react a certain way. You inhaled sharply as he slipped two fingers inside you and his eyes met yours, watching the way your facial muscles tensed. He twisted and curled his fingers inside you towards him and you exhaled, your mouth opening. He muttered what almost sounded like, “hm,” watching you like a hawk.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“It feels so good,” you whispered breathlessly.

“Bene. Are you ready for more, Sorella?” he asked softly. You nodded, and he pulled his erection from his robes again, sliding his length along your slit from your core right up to your bud, over and over. He smiled and took delight in watching you hiss each time he tapped your clit with the head of his cock. Your body was tense but you relaxed the more he stroked you up and down, ready for him.

Once he decided he had worked you up enough to take him internally again, he pushed his member inside your cunt and glided in with ease. The two of you moaned together as he filled your walls just as perfectly as before.

“Satanas you are so fucking wet, so fucking tight,” he groaned happily. “Are you this wet from me, or from your Siblings?”

Your cheeks were flushed hot red, sweat forming at your temples. “B-both, I think Papa,” you said.

“Mmn - ! But you are getting wetter from me, Sorella,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Yes, Papa,” you choked through his thrusts.

“Cazzo Sorella, I do not think I will last much longer,” he said, biting his lower lip and tossing his head back. He continued rubbing circles around your sensitive bud with his thumb. You could feel your Siblings caressing your breasts but you really only had eyes for Terzo.

“I’m s-so close, Papa,” you assured him.

“Mm, fuck - ! Where do you want it, sweet Sister? Your pretty tits or your pretty face, hm?” He looked at you, cocking his head to the side.

Goddammit, why did he have to look so cute? Before you fully registered his words you found yourself saying, “Inside me.” Wait, really?

“Merda Sorella, are you sure? - oh Lucifer fuck -”

“Really,” you breathed as you felt your own orgasm take over, and felt him coat you inside.

You had never experienced a high like this. Surrounded by lovers helping you, caring for you. But it was your embrace with Terzo that sent you over the edge. The two of you kissed as he grunted, spilling the last drops of his seed along your walls.

“Buon lavoro, Siblings,” he said, rubbing you each on the chin whilst still inside you. Each of you got up and began to put your clothes back on as Papa adjusted himself back in his robes. “I’ll be sure to tell Imperator you do very good work here,” he said with a wink.

“Grazie, Papa,” you all said in unison, bowing your heads slightly before grabbing your habits from the floor.

As you were each putting your clothes back on, Terzo instructed, “Put each other’s panties on - I want you to feel how wet you were for one another.” You grabbed Selene’s pink panties, feeling the cold wet spot meet your cunt as you slid them over your hips. You could feel your cheeks blush as you each looked at one another.

“Now these silly rumors,” he continued, walking up to Alix who was in the middle of slipping your underwear over their hips.

“Shall never be repeated again, Papa,” they said, lowering their chin but looking him in the eyes.

“Molto bene,” he said, gently clapping them on the cheek while giving you a wink. He began to walk down the aisle of the Abbey towards the front door, but turned on his heel to look at you all once more. “I believe that panel is crooked.”

The panel Alix and Selene had just put up fell off the wall just as Terzo exited.

Italian to English Translations

- tua Sorella (your Sister)

- Così dannatamente perfetto (So damn perfect)

- Brava ragazza (good girl)

- Cazzo (Fuck)

- caro (dear)

- Bene (Good)

- Merda (Shit)

- Buon lavoro (Good job)

“Did you really think you could hide from me all evening, tesoro?” said Secondo, glowering at you.

You flashed him a coy look; your plan to fluster him all evening at the Ministry’s Halloween party worked. You were supposed to attend in your spookiest of outfits, but you ended up in something a little saucier: a bunny costume, complete with a black corset bodysuit, ears, and fishnet tights.

You waltzed through the halls of the Ministry, drinking and flirting with the Ghouls and other Siblings as the Monster Mash blared in the background.

Alpha looked the cutest, dressing up as a little devil, his whiplike tail blending in for the most realistic costume. The two of you had exchanged glances before, but never acted on whatever tension there was between you. Now that you were with Papa, you would never dare jeopardize what you had with him…but that didn’t mean you couldn’t look. Perhaps tease him, or even pique his interest in inviting a Ghoul to your bed. And by Lucifer’s grace, Papa had noticed. Though truthfully, you weren’t really hiding it.

He cornered you down a hallway, backing you up against a wall. “I said, ‘Did you think you could hide from me?’” he repeated.

You didn’t respond immediately, pondering your options. “Absence does make the heart grow fonder,” you said, taking a sip from your cocktail slowly. Papa went for a classic Dracula look this evening, though not changing his usual Papal makeup much.

He spat out the fake vampire teeth into his hand. “Or it makes your Papa impatient. And you do not wish to see me be a cruel man, do you caro/cara?”

“What does that look like, handsome?” you asked, trailing your fingers up the buttons on his cloak and feeling his muscley pectorals.

“I could rip this corset off you in an instant, make an example of you to the Clergy. Then you would find out what happens to disobedient Siblings who leave their Papa in such a helpless state,” he said, raising an eyebrow.

You looked down and thought you could see a small tent forming in Secondo’s trousers, and smirked. “It sounds like a good time. But, I think my shame should be in private this time around.”

“I expect you to be in my chamber in five minutes. I suggest you don’t be late.” He swept off down the corridor, leaving you breathless, a tingling sensation creeping below your navel. Like butterflies, without the anxiety - you always felt safe with Papa. No matter how much he pretended to be a cold bastard, you knew how warm he truly was.

You swallowed what was left in your cocktail glass for some liquid courage and made your way down the halls, talking yourself up the whole way there. You knocked on the giant oak door, heart pounding wildly.

“Come,” he called, his voice projecting surprisingly well through the thick door. You turned the brass knob, prepared for anything. Not much had changed from the last time you visited his room, except this time Papa was fully clothed with a whip in hand. He was clapping it against his hand menacingly as he stood beside his large leather chair. He had shed his cloak and rolled up his sleeves, the veins in his arms protruding everytime he palmed the whip.

“Kneel,” he said, pointing to the floor by his feet. You obeyed, getting down on your knees and looking up at him. He looked down at you, a sneer on his face, almost a look of disgust.

“Have I disappointed you, Papa?” you asked shyly.

“Hush, puttana,” he warned. “You know exactly what you’ve done. Anymore cheek and you’ll receive a slap on it.”

“But I - ” you started but got the wind knocked out of you with the ends of his fingers striking you across the face.

“I said silence. You will be receiving your punishments this evening, is that clear?” You nodded. He knelt down to firmly grasp your chin in his hand and continued. “You know damn well I could give a shit who you fuck. But don’t you dare parade it around in front of me like I am some old fool.” He spat in your face then released you with such force you flew to the floor and threw your hands out to brace the impact.

You sat up and rubbed your face, still stinging.

“Have you fucked him?” he asked, leaning against the chair.

“Who?”

“Are you stupid now too as well as a whore? You know who I mean. Alpha.”

Your heart sank. “No, Papa, I swear - ”

“Not yet, then,” he said, pondering and pacing around you.

What? Did he want you to fuck Alpha?

“How many times do I have to tell you caro/cara? I do not care who you fuck or how many times, but do not presume to think I am unaware. There is no use in hiding, when truthfully I would rather you waste someone else’s time than mine.”

Ouch. You swallowed the wad of saliva in your throat, almost forgetting to breathe and swallow at all.

“Is that the issue, Papa? I will be more forthcoming in the future…”

“The issue is, my little problem,” he started. Were you his ‘little problem’? “ - that I have been thinking of fucking you all day, and here you are parading your ass around. And you are just too fucking sexy to not take care of this…big problem.”

“And how do I fix this ‘big problem,’ as you call it?”

He snapped and pointed at his feet, the shiny leather of his shoes slightly scuffed. You crawled over to him, and began to kiss his shoes, working your way up, almost eye level with his big problem - until he snatched you by the hair and pulled you away. He dragged you a few feet over to the chair, tossing you over one of the arms.

He grabbed the whip from the other arm of the chair and threw himself into the lounge. He grabbed your legs and draped you over him, your ass cheeks peeking out of your bodysuit. He hiked up the bottoms into your crack, exposing more of your cheeks and the fishnets underneath.

You gripped into the leather arm of the chair as if your life depended on it, bracing yourself for what was to come.

“Are you ready, puttana?” asked Secondo. You nodded, waiting. A loud clap rang through the room, as he struck you with the palm of his hand.

Okay, not so bad - holy shit! You thought too soon, his hand coming down on you again with much more force the second and third times. The brass beads embedded into the seams of the arm were also leaving their own indentations into your fingers from how hard you were holding on.

“Ah shit, Papa!” you cried, hissing an inhale through your teeth. He spanked you again for your exclamation and foul mouth. He unclasped the buttons on the crotch of your bodysuit, roughly pulling it up your body and grabbing your cheeks and massaging them, then smacking them each again.

He grabbed the whip and trailed it along your body, then between your thighs to the sensitive flesh between them, teasing and tickling you along your entrance. You gasped and let out a moan - until he spanked you with it - hard.

“Are you enjoying this, mm? Is my little slut enjoying their punishment?” he said, cracking the whip against you again.

“Ah!” you exclaimed, not sure if you were supposed to answer or not.

“I can’t hear you.” Smack.

“Yes, Papa!” you cried. Smack!

He gripped your fishnets in his hands and said, “These will have to fucking go,” ripping them apart in between your legs. Now there was easy access into your nether regions.

Damn, there went $12.

He spat into his hand and inserted two fingers inside your entrance, feeling you clench around him. When you moaned involuntarily, he retracted his fingers and smacked you on the ass again. You could tell your rear would be red for quite a while.

“Hands on the floor,” he said gruffly, grabbing onto your legs. Carefully you moved so you were reverse straddling him, your entrance almost level with his cock, now protruding from under his trousers and poking you in the groin. Your shins laid flat against his chest, your high heels resting on his shoulders. You held yourself steady, palms to the wood floor - though you didn’t need to use all your upper body strength as he tucked your knees under his elbows.

He gripped onto your cheeks and rubbed them soothingly, then massaged your muscles deeper before smacking you again. Each time instinctively you clenched as he struck you, eliciting a secondary smack from him.

“So tense, caro/cara,” he remarked, slipping his fingers into you once more. Again you clenched around him but as he pumped in and out of you, your body started to relax. Until, that was, he repeatedly removed his fingers to slap you square across your behind again. He repeated these motions over and over, changing up the speed he was fingering you and for how long, so you never knew when to expect the relentless assault on your rear end.

Again and again he fingered you almost to completion, just stopping short each time to give your ass another spank, judging by how quick your breathing got each time.

“P-please, Papa,” you cried after what felt like an hour, your arms shaking as you continued to hold yourself up, resting yourself against his legs from time to time.

“Please what?”

“P-please let me c-cum,” you said, trembling.

“And why should I do that? I like seeing you here, vulnerable and begging.” He paused in thought before clapping your cheek again, though not hard at all this time. Still out of fear it would be a harder spank, you shook as he touched you. “Beg.”

“Mm?” you said.

“You heard me - or are you stupid? Beg for it.”

“Please Papa,” you said barely above a whisper.

“I can’t hear you. If you are worth my time at all, at least be heard.”

“Please Papa!”

“Please what?”

“Please let me cum, Papa!” you practically screamed this time.

He inserted three fingers inside you this time, knowing by feeling that familiar stretch pull you apart like putty in his hands. He groaned as he humped his clothed erection against your sensitive bud in front and mercilessly fingered you from behind, this time to your completion.

You almost slid off his lap as your whole body shook, your orgasm practically exploding over you like fireworks - but he held onto you tightly. Until, that is, your breathing returned to normal and he released you from his grasp, letting you fall to the floor in your exhaustion.

He stood up and looked down at you with a sneer, one hand on his hip, the other on his cock - somehow already out of his pants. He began to stroke himself steadily, staring you down as you watched wide eyed below him.

You scrambled to your knees with an open mouth, leaning in to take his thick member and get face fucked. You practically salivated at the piercings lined up along his shaft, waiting to taste metal. Instead he pushed your head away and tossed you back to the floor.

“Who said you could touch me, puttana? Open,” he instructed.

You sat patiently with your mouth open while he continued to pleasure himself in front of you, moving swiftly and smoothly up and down. Lucifer, he had to be at least 8 inches - maybe even 9 - with a girth you knew would fucking hurt. He leaned down towards you, steadying himself by gripping your hair and pumping long warm strands of cum all over your face - grunting roughly while doing so. You happily licked his juices off your face, longing for more when you cleaned yourself of him.

He continued to look over his nose at you while he adjusted himself back in his pants. Turning on his heel, he walked to another part of his room to sort through some papers and pretended you were no longer there. You sniffled and readjusted yourself, buttoning the clasps of your bodysuit back up before awkwardly waddling out of his door and making the walk of shame down the hallway.

Italian to English Translation

tesoro (treasure)

caro/cara (dear)

You had particularly enjoyed being Terzo’s latest object of affection the last several weeks. He was doing all the things right - courting you, taking you on cute dates, showing up with flowers and chocolate. “It’s Italian,” he said sportingly whilst waggling his eyebrows at you, shoving an expensive looking box of sweets into your hand one night.

Multiple times a week he was taking you out. Hell, he even took you to an apple orchard last week (where you may or may not have given him head in between the rows and rows of low hanging trees). Then he would take you back to his room where he’d fuck the life out of you and make you cum over and over. It was all going very well, and you were having the time of your life. You never knew what he was going to do next and in some sort of depraved way, it excited you.

Tonight you were going out to see a new horror flick in theaters. You dressed in a short leather skirt with thigh-high stockings. You knew that would drive him wild.

“You were smart to wear a skirt, Sorella,” he said, stomping out a cigarette on the pavement and blowing smoke out of the corner of his mouth. He sneakily placed his hand on your ass and walked inside the theater with you.

You rolled your eyes, knowing he was probably talking out of his ass anyway. “Anything for you sweetie.”

You made your way to the back, which was completely empty - perfect. There were only a handful of people sprinkled in the rows in front of you, closer to the screen.

You plopped down in the middle seats of the row, Terzo remarking, “Why does no one sit in the back? Is it because of the reputation it has of teenagers stealing kisses in the dark?” He snapped his glance at you, taking your chin in his fingertips and nipping at your bottom lip.

You kissed him - just an innocent peck - and pretended to ponder, tapping your index finger against your chin. “Well, is that reputation true?”

“What? That we’d act like two teenagers in love back here?” He rolled his eyes. “No, Sorella,” he said, glancing at you again. “No, we can be much worse than two horny adolescents.”

The woman three rows in front of you shot you two a warning glare. Terzo snickered under his breath and you couldn’t help but smile. God, he was incorrigible - but you couldn’t help it. The way his raven hair framed his perfect handsome face. The way he smiled, his eyes crinkling in the corner. The way he smelled - Lucifer, it drove you wild. The way he fucked, like you’ve never been fucked before. Like he’d never fucked before each and everytime his determination winning you over.

You had both been so enraptured with one another that you didn’t even notice the previews had already played and the lights began to dim. Ominous music began to play and the usual credits appeared onscreen, and finally a line of dialogue.

“Che cos'è questo? Where are the captions?” Terzo exclaimed aloud, receiving shushes from various moviegoers and death glares again from the woman in front.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Can’t fucking take you anywhere,” you muttered under your breath.

The movie started but you didn’t care. After a few moments of introduction to the plot, his hand already found its way in between your skirt, his lips on your neck.

“Terzo,” you whined. “I’m trying to watch the movie.” That was a lie. You coyly shoved him away but that only instilled the animalistic hunt inside him.

He growled in your ear, mimicking the monster shown for mere seconds in the beginning of the film, nibbling at your earlobe. He thumbed the fabric of your panties, rubbing you gently through the cloth. You could feel a wet spot forming as he dipped into you and massaged around your clit.

“How can I watch this merda when I know you are so fucking wet?” he said lowly into your ear.

Your mouth parted into a gasp as he slipped his hand under your panties, and parted your lips to meet your quivering bud.

“Mmm,” he whined, panting with you as he felt your slick between his fingers. “Sarebbe così facile…”

“Terzo, we can’t - ” You gasped again as he lightly pinched your clit between his fingers, instantly shutting you up. He knew just how your body would react to any and every touch he made.

“We can’t what exactly, la mia gattina?”

You slacked your head back against the lounge, defeated - you could no longer fight your desire. “We can’t stop,” you whispered, resigning yourself to him and leaning in to kiss him while your hands desperately reached for his belt buckle.

The soft clink of his belt sent alarm bells to the woman, who snapped her head back in your direction but unable to see anything through the empty rows between you, turned back around. You sat frozen for a few moments, then slowly undid his belt and zipper while both stifling laughter again. You opened his trousers and freed his bulging cock from his boxer-briefs, his tip already glistening with precum in the flashing lights from the screen.

You took his member in your hand and stroked up and down lazily, teasing him in your loose grip - holding him slack but tightening your fist on the upward stroke. He circled your clit with his fingers, his hand flat against you, massaging into you. The two of you made out while touching each other, working up the friction between your legs to a frenzy until you were sloppily laying kisses all over each other’s faces. Just like two teenagers going at it but not daring to take it all the way - yet.

You carefully climbed sideways onto this lap with your legs spilling over into the next seat, breaking your ministrations but still kissing him on the mouth. You ran your hands through his hair, tucking the little piece behind his ear that always fell into his face.

He ran his hands up and down your body, caressing every curve, before trailing his hand to your face and holding your cheek. “Così perfetta,” he breathed, one hand on your face, another resting on your hip. “You are so fucking sexy, Sorella.”

You kissed him again and palmed his erection again before turning around with your back to his chest, slowly sinking yourself down on him. He held your panties to the side and watched himself disappear into your cunt, easily slipping in.

“Oh Christ,” you let out as he stretched you out in full - forgoing his usual gradual entry in favor of a quick fuck to finish before the loud parts of the movie were over. Again the woman in front looked around to find the culprit of the noise, the others in her vicinity going “Shhh!”

“Shut the fuck up, Sorella,” Terzo whispered, clapping his hand to your mouth and you could practically hear the sadistic grin you knew was on his face right now. He continued to rub circles on your clit as he slid in and out of you.

Loud screams from the movie and its soundtrack covered up the squeaking from the theater chair as he pummeled into you from below. Strategically he seemed to plan his most intense motions during the heavy action scenes so your muffled cries could just be read as you reacting to the jumpscares in the movie.

You grinded on his lap in circles more slowly when the movie got quieter then sped up and bounced on his cock as the music crescendoed. His hands made their way up to your breasts and slid under your bra, pinching your nipples and pulling on them. Your head fell back against his shoulder as he did this, your walls clenching even more tightly around him but you were missing the friction at your core. You slipped a hand inside your panties and pawed at your clit, rubbing circles furiously while grinding against his lap.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum soon,” he said quietly into your ear. “I have to cum inside you Sorella,” he warned. He was right - it’s not like he could just leave his DNA all over the place. It was bad enough you were being as shameless as you were now, fucking in a theater where people still had to sit after this.

You turned your head and nodded, your cheeks brushing. He kissed your neck while he pumped into you, spilling inside you and grunting quietly. You could feel the hum in his throat as you leaned your head back against him, feeling his chest rise and fall against your back. You remained on his lap, feeling his cock pulse inside you.

“Ah, I should be ashamed of myself,” he remarked quietly. He reached around your front again, generously sliding your slick and his cum (now spilling out of your orifice) up to your clit like lube. “I should have made you cum first, Sorella. I need to feel you shake while I’m still inside you, and hear you cry for me when we get home.”

He spread your lips apart with one hand, the other sliding around your inner thighs and brushing his thumb over your clit - again and again. Your orgasm was already so close before, the pause between his climax and now building up the intensity even more. You arched your back, your hair in his face as he murmured Italian praises through your locks into your ear. “That’s it Sorella, brava ragazza.”

Your hands gripped tightly around the arms of the lounge chair, a silent “O” forming on your lips as you managed to not utter a sound, save for a quiet “fuck!” through your high, your chest rising and falling rapidly until you slunk back against his body. You gave yourself a moment then slid off his lap, moving your panties back in place so his ejaculate wouldn’t spill out of you onto the chair or the floor. He shoved himself back into his pants and quickly zipped and buckled himself into decency as you pulled your skirt back down over your hips and landed back in your seat next to him.

“Great movie,” he let out with a sigh as the credits rolled and the other attendees began to file out of the theater.

Italian to English Translations

- Che cos'è questo? (What’s this?)

- merda (shit)

- Sarebbe così facile… (It would be so easy…)

- la mia gattina (my kitten)

- Così perfetta (So perfect)

You wake up the next morning wrapped in sheets, upon a plush bed. You smile to yourself, recounting how you and Papa messed up the bedsheets last night and into the early hours of the morning. The sunlight spills into the room, through the cracks between the black out curtains, a pool of it hitting you and highlighting your face.

Papa comes back into the room with a cup of warm herbal tea to combat the chilly autumn morning air.

“Sì, it’s that awkward time of year when they do not know whether to keep the heat on or the air conditioning,” he says, leaning in to give you a smooch on the cheek and handing you the tea. “Careful, caro/cara, it’s hot.” He’s wearing a soft almost floor length robe that has his initials emblazoned over his chest.

“Grazie Papa,” you say, looking at him and sipping carefully. Mm, the warm cinnamon notes hit just right this morning. You lean in to kiss him, smelling his aftershave and feeling his smooth skin as you hold his face in your free hand. You smell cinnamon on him too; he must have been up much earlier than you and made tea for himself as well.

He glances over your naked body while rubbing your chin. “What would you like to do today?”

“Hmmm,” you ponder. “Lay in bed all day with you?” You smirk as you lay your mug down on the bedside table then slink back in bed under the covers where it’s warm.

“Ah, where has mi amore gone?” he feigns surprise as you cover yourself completely with the sheets. He stands up and you hear him pace around the room a time or two. “A shame…I was hoping to fuck them awake…”

You exhale sharply, not daring to laugh out loud. Suddenly, he pulls the sheets off you in one go, the chilly air hitting you immediately. You let out a yelp and try to cover yourself from the cold, but to no avail.

“Ah ah ahh,” he teases, throwing the sheet and blankets to the side and trapping you in bed, his hand on either side of your face. He kisses you roughly, his teeth grazing your lips. He pulls away, biting your bottom lip and pulling on it before releasing it and letting it snap back.

“Papa, I’m cold!” you rebel, reaching for the blankets - but he grabs your wrists and shuts you up with another kiss.

“Sì, I can tell tesoro,” he remarks, looking down at your hardened nipples and giving them a pinch. He dips down to bite at one, pulling it again like he did with your lip, eliciting another yelp from you.

In another act of rebellion, you turn around on your stomach when he tries to kiss you again. “Mm-mn!” you say, the pillows muffling you.

“I will just have to kiss something else,” he says teasingly. Then he grabs your waist and pulls your rear up to his lips in one swift motion.

“Ah -!” you cry out in surprise, his tongue tickling you in between your cheeks, licking you from your core to your lower back.

He kisses your supple ass, massaging your cheeks and spanking them a few times. He laughs each time you cry out in response, groaning each time he sees the ripple effect his handprint leaves on your flesh. He kisses your lower back - in the dimples above your rear and where your stomach meets your hips - his breath trailing across your skin raising the tiny hairs all over your body. He kisses all over you, making his way south.

He grabs ahold of your waist again, forcing your ass up higher in the air and shoving your head down on the mattress. He strokes your behind gently, kissing you while trailing his fingers towards your entrance. You can practically feel your heartbeat in your throat.

He inserts two fingers inside you, your walls still wet from the middle of the night’s last fuck and his saliva. You moan while he pumps in and out slowly. “So tight, tesoro,” he languishes, almost whining. “I have to taste you.”

With that, you feel his nose poke in between your cheeks, his soft lips kissing you. Instinctively you clench your ass cheeks together, and you feel him remove his fingers from inside you and spread you apart with both hands to gain easy access. His tongue brushes along your core, sweeping your entire length. The tip of his tongue explores you deeper, slipping inside you. Your body finally relaxes and you quit tensing your muscles, melting under his touch.

He steadies himself on your hip - nails digging into your ass - stroking your swollen flesh in front with his other hand, while he continues servicing you from behind with his mouth. “Mmmn,” he moans into you as you hear the familiar sound of him palming his erection, rubbing himself faster as he continues touching you between your legs.

“Oh fuck!” you gasp into the pillows, biting your forearm as he kneads your flesh faster. Fuck, all these sensations are building up your orgasm faster than you’d anticipated - fuck -

“Satanas!” he groans, pulling away from your rear as he pumps himself to completion, his hand faltering at your core as he shakes for a moment. A few splashes of his cum land on the back of your thighs.

Then he dives back into you, licking your entrance as he caresses your front faster and faster until your own orgasm spills all over the mattress too. “Moan tesoro, louder!” he coaxes you, relishing in hearing how good he makes you feel.

Once your breathing returns to normal, he collapses on top of your back, clasping your hands in his. “Bravo/a ragazzo/a,” he praises you through neck kisses. You smile and bury your face in the pillows, hoping he won’t notice how hard you’re blushing.

Italian to English Translation

- caro/cara (dear)

- mi amore (my love)

- tesoro (treasure)