COPIA MY LOVE💕

“Correction, bella, this is Secret Satan where you get as many gifts for whomever you like, sì? And you’re our star this year.”

Terzo smiles warmly at you as you fidget with the fabric of your festive dark green velvet skirt. You’ve all gathered in the Papas’ private living room, the mantle of the roaring fireplace positively bedecked with greenery and a massive tree opposite. A couple weeks ago you and Copia were put in charge of creating the orange garland, a not insignificant task given the height and breadth of the noble fir. Speaking of Copia, he is sitting in a deep leather armchair, stroking his mustache thoughtfully and giving you a funny look. When you give him an exaggerated wink his lips curl into a smile and his eyes dart away as his cheeks flush.

“Another cup, signorina?”

Primo is currently standing next to the hot plate on the side table, stirring the large cauldron of mulled wine. You really shouldn’t, you already are feeling a little woozy and warm but what the hell. Christmas, right? Or Yule, rather. You nod eagerly and Primo doles out a hefty amount of the dark liquid into a mug with little rats on it, passing it to Secondo who passes it to you as Terzo hands you yet another gift to open. So far you’ve unwrapped a beautiful homemade perfume from Primo and a garnet jewelry set which you are sure is quite old and quite expensive from Terzo. Copia still clings to the small present on his lap that bears a tag with your name on it, unwilling to see it in your hands just yet. One of these presents alone would be more than enough to dazzle you but the Papas insist on spoiling you. Who are you to object?

“This one is from me,” Secondo says, smiling slightly sinisterly over the rim of his mug.

“Ominous, but okay,” you say as you unwrap the box with caution. When you gingerly open the lid and see what’s inside, you let out an undignified screech. Primo, Terzo, and Copia exchange alarmed expressions as you reach in and lift the stuffed creature from its confines to marvel at it. It’s positively hideous - a large round potato-like head, red vestments, even a glittering pectoral grucifix. You’re beaming.

“Is that supposed to be me?” Copia says, outraged and red-faced.

“He’s perfect,” you coo, holding him against you in a tight hug. “Look at his stupid little face!”

“Ah, sì, he looks just like you,” Terzo says with a grin.

“He–it–looks nothing like me. No mustache. No sideburns. Eyes are all wrong!”

“He’s beautiful,” you say, cradling the monstrosity in your arms with all the grace of Mary. “Thank you Secondo.”

“I made him myself, you know.”

“A man of many talents!”

“A man of many war crimes,” Copia growls from his spot, flinging himself backwards in his chair and crossing his arms.

“Don’t speak about our son that way!” you cry, pressing your palms to the ears of the small stuffed man.

“Our son?” Copia cocks his head with interest and the brothers all look at you in silence.

“Y-yes. He looks - mostly - like you and I am his mother. Therefore we are his parents. So step up.”

When you reach out to hand the stuffed cardinal to the real thing, he sighs and takes it in his hands. 

“He is infernal,” Copia says, placing him sitting up on his lap. “But I accept him as mine.” The sight makes you scramble for your phone to take as many pictures as possible.

“What a beautiful family moment,” Terzo says, wiping a fake tear from his cheek. “Copia, I think you’re the only one left who hasn’t exchanged presents!”

Handing the doll back to you he hesitates to reach for the gift still in his lap. Primo, ever wise, interrupts to ask if anyone wants dessert while you reach down and grab the present you’ve brought for Copia. Terzo and Secondo haul themselves up with much grumbling and follow Primo out of the room to help.

“I thought you said you were only bringing a present for one person? Primo was who you drew, sì?”

“Yeah I know but,” you scoot your chair closer to him, “you’re special. You’ve been on my side since day one. I couldn’t not get you something. You mean too much to me.”

Copia blushes the fiercest shade of red you’ve seen yet as you hand him the heavy package.

“Grazie, cara mia,” he says quietly, mismatched eyes boring earnestly into yours.

“Don’t thank me yet, you haven’t opened it.”

With a smile he begins unwrapping the festive paper. When he finishes and sees what is inside his heart jumps.

“Dolcezza,” he breathes and you blush just as fiercely as him at the nickname, “this is wonderful.”

It had taken you a lot of time and a lot of money (worth every cent as far as you are concerned) to locate an antique facsimile of William Blake’s art. Admittedly, you had used a lot of the Ministry’s excellent resources to find it but all the effort was worth it for this moment. When Copia looks up at you, you swear there are tears in his eyes.

“I have never before received a gift such as this, cara. Thank you.”

When you reach out and cover his gloved hand with yours and squeeze firmly, it’s as if his whole body sinks into itself. Softly, he picks up your hand and brings it to his lips - a sweet echo of his action from the first day you met. It takes everything within you not to knock all the items out of Copia’s lap and climb in it yourself. In all honesty, you’re moments away from doing just that when the Papas return to the room with much clamor. Your heart sinks as Copia drops your hand and clears his throat, and you return to your chair from your half-risen position. When Copia looks at you and points to the small box next to him, you mouth the words “later” with a smile before accepting a comically large slice of yule log from Secondo. The rest of the evening is relatively quiet apart from the dueling rendition of “Carol of the Bells” that Secondo and Terzo fight over while Primo sleeps contentedly in his comfy armchair. When the Papas begin loudly arguing in Italian you signal to Copia and begin gathering your things in a large brown bag. Without a word the two of you slip out the door and when you hear a crash and Primo’s deep bellow ringing out you skitter away down the hall.

“Looks like we made it out just in time,” you giggle as the two of you finally slow.

“Eh, sì, it always ends like this,” Copia says with a huff and an eye roll, “they can’t help themselves.”

Copia is unaware of where he is standing but oh, you certainly are. This looks like a perfect place to stop.

“Not trying to be pushy but I think you were going to give me something?” you say, cocking your head and setting down your bag. 

“Ah…yes,” he sets down the book you gifted him and thrusts out his hand with the fastidiously wrapped present within it. “For you.”

You take the gift and open it delicately and slowly and see him chew on his bottom lip slightly. 

“If you don’t like it I–”

“Hush,” you say simply as you open the box. Inside, resting on dark red velvet is a simple and small golden grucifix on a delicate matching chain.

“You always wanted to be a part of the Ministry,” he says quietly, fussing with his gloves, “and I hope this lets you know that we accept you. We’ve always accepted you. I–”

You remain silent as you set down the box and put the necklace on while Copia watches. When you finish your hands don’t return to your sides but rather come up to cradle the Cardinal’s cheeks. He’s frozen as you stand just like this, thumbs brushing against his sideburns and a look on your face that he doesn’t think he has the capacity to describe. Your cheeks positively glow, your eyes seem lit from within and your lips are curled into a soft smile. They part momentarily for you to take a deep, steadying breath - inhale, exhale - before you lean forwards and gently place your lips on his. The ground shifts beneath him, the world is spinning as the fingers of your right hand begin to slide along his jaw and you tilt your head. You hesitate only for a moment, pulling back slightly before Copia grabs you insistently by the back of the head and pushes his lips back against yours. He tastes of mulling spices and his mustache tickles your upper lip, as you always knew it would. When you finally need to catch your breath he barely relinquishes his grip on you, making you laugh and kiss his chin.

“Why,” he whispers, thumb running against your cheekbone. “Why me?”

You lean forward and rest your head against his chest, close enough to hear the thud of his heart.

“It was always you,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around his waist and stroking his back. “Always. From the moment you kissed my hand the day I was hired to the moment you comforted me when I was sad and lonely. From the moment you shared your rats with me. From the moment you put me to bed when I was drunk. All of it, Copia. All of you. That’s why.”

When you pull back to look at him, there’s definitely no mistaking the tears in his eyes this time and when he frantically pulls you in for another kiss, you can feel the wetness on your own cheeks. When you pull away with a giggle he looks concerned.

“Amore mio, what is it?”

You point upwards to the healthy sprig of mistletoe hanging from the rafter.

“You had no idea did you,” you say with a grin, chin resting on his sternum.

“Who would? Who could even see that and in the dark I–” his words cut off as you gasp from the short sharp smack to your ass.

“Copia! Not in front of our child!” you chastise, reaching into the bag and pulling out the accursed doll.

“Ugh, I had forgotten about him,” Copia grouses as you take it and peck him on the cheek with it.

“What should we name him?” you muse, adjusting the doll’s pellegrina.

“I’m sure you’ll think of something suitably horrific,” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead which you lean into eagerly. “Until then…shall I, eh, walk you back to your rooms?”

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”

You were acutely aware of your actions, fully cognizant of the consequences they might bear. The nights you shared with Cardinal Copia in your private quarters were never quite what you desired. That because, each morning, without fail, he would rouse from his slumber and begin to don his attire at a pace you could hardly match. It was as if he were in a perpetual hurry. Perhaps he was, as he couldn't be seen in your quarters.

But there was a familiar routine to this morning ritual. He would always inadvertently leave something behind, a reason to halt his departure and have a brief exchange before he disappeared. Today, however, you had decided that enough was enough. You yearned for a change in this tiresome pattern.

As he started to gather his belongings and make his way to the door, you couldn't contain the impulse any longer. This time, you would not let him slip away so easily. It was time to assert your desires. You wanted him to return, to stay a little longer, and to find his way back to your bed in one way or another.

Two hasty yet hesitant knocks on the door signaled his arrival, a rhythm only he could muster. Your heart quickened with anticipation as you recognized that distinct sound, knowing that it could only be him. You had been prepared for this moment, awaiting it with bated breath, and now it was finally here.

He knocked again, and you took your time responding, letting him wait outside your door. With a deliberate calmness, you selected one of your silk robes and slipped it on, cinching the belt snugly around your waist. Beneath the robe, you had concealed one of your most exquisite and alluring lace lingerie sets. It had been stowed away for a special occasion, and you couldn't help but feel that coaxing Copia back into bed constituted precisely such an special occasion.

As you made your way to the couch, a subtle, knowing smile danced across your lips. You were determined not to let your excitement show too soon. Before you said something and allowed him entry, you paused, taking a deep breath to steady your racing heart.

"Come in!" you called out, your voice tinged with a hint of sultriness.

With a quick twist, he opened the door, revealing him standing on the other side. His heaving breaths and the sense of urgency in his presence suggested he might have rushed all the way from his office to your quarters. But you didn't utter a word; instead, you let him enter the room with brisk, determined steps. Your lower lip was caught between your teeth, a subtle signal of your inner desires, as he efficiently closed the door behind him.

"Car-" you began to say, laying down, but before you could complete the word, he swiftly interjected, his restless energy propelling him around your quarters.

"Amore, where is it? Did I leave it here? Per favore, tell me where is it, did you see it?" Copia's voice was filled with urgency as he continued his relentless search around the room.

You tilted your head, puzzled by his frantic behavior, and asked, "Did I see... what?"

"My biretta, amore, my biretta!" He exclaimed, dropping to his knees beside your bed and peering beneath it. "I had it with me when I came here yesterday, sì? You remember?"

"Cardinal... I don't know what you're talking about," you sighed, feigning innocence.

But the truth was far from your feigned ignorance. You knew precisely what he was referring to, for his biretta had gone missing due to your deliberate actions. You had hidden it with care and intention, ensuring that it remained out of his sight.

Copia rose from his knees, frustration etched across his features, and he resumed his frantic search throughout your room, unaware of your secret games.

"Amore, I really need it! Per favore, try to remember," he implored with a hint of desperation in his voice.

"I'm trying, Copia!" you responded, putting on a convincing act as you worked on the belt of your silk robe, leaving it open on your body. "I can't remember, everything happened so quickly yesterday. In a matter of minutes, our clothes were scattered on the floor. Your desire was so overwhelming that it left me no time to think. You fucked me so good last night..." You sighed, biting your lower lip sensuously. "So good..."

"Amore..." Copia sighed, his urgency undiminished. "Not now, I really need-"

As he began to speak, turning toward your direction, his words were abruptly stifled in his throat. His lips parted, but no words escaped as his gaze fell upon you, reclined on the couch, draped in your alluring lace lingerie. His eyes roamed your figure from top to bottom, transfixed by the sight before him. Sensing his speechlessness, you rose gracefully from the couch, leaving your silk robe behind as you walked in his direction.

"I'm sorry," you said, closing the distance between you and placing your hands gently on his face, cupping his cheeks. "I'm sure we will find it, okay?" Your words were soothing, but your hidden secret added a touch of wickedness to the moment.

He nodded in response to your assurance, and you leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. His small smile indicated his appreciation for your comforting gesture. Your hands, which had been cupping his cheeks, gracefully slid down to his chest.

"Don't you have any other one to wear?" you inquired softly, your fingers gently caressing his chest.

"I do, but I can't just go back to my chambers to get it now," he replied with a hint of frustration.

"Too far?" you asked, leaning in once more and bestowing another gentle kiss upon his lips.

He nodded, and his hands found their place on the sides of your body. "I can't afford to lose them like that, amore. That's why I need to find it or remember where I left it."

"I have faith that you'll find it, my Cardinal," you pouted, your gaze locked with his as your hands ventured from his chest to his belly, creating a palpable sense of anticipation in the air.

"Amore mio..." His voice quivered with desire.

"Hm? Yes?" you purred, letting your fingers trace tantalizing circles on his belly, relishing the shivers that coursed through him.

"What are you wearing?"

"Oh!" You looked down at your own attire, feigning innocence. "Did you like it? I was just getting dressed, and I felt like wearing this today." Your eyes locked onto his, and you could feel his grip tightening as his hands ventured down to your hips.

"Why have I never seen it before?"

"They are new!" You pulled away from his embrace, turning your back to him. "Here, take a look. Does it suit me?"

Copia remained silent, his eyes glued to your backside as he continued to hold you, his desire evident in the intensity of his gaze. You couldn't resist a mischievous smile, savoring the effect your appearance had on him. Your hands slid sensually to the waistbands of your panties, adjusting them with deliberate care before you turned back to face him.

"We will find your biretta," you reassured him, your fingers reaching up to tilt his chin, making him meet your eyes. "Okay?"

He nodded, still unable to utter a single word, his parted lips evidence of his speechlessness. Leaning in, you planted a soft, teasing kiss on his cheek before gently prying his hands from your hips.

"Did you already check under the bed?" you inquired, a mischievous giggle escaping your lips.

He nodded once more, and you couldn't help but find his inability to speak rather endearing.

"Let me take a look," you purred in a sensual whisper, lowering yourself to your knees in front of him. Your eyes remained locked onto his, creating an electrifying connection as you teased him with your movements.

You gracefully descended to your knees, your body positioning itself on all fours as you turned your backside toward him. With a slow, sensuous movement, you lowered your torso to the floor, your eyes locked onto the space beneath the bed. Your hand reached out to pull up the sheets, creating the illusion of an innocent search for the missing biretta.

"I can't see it here," you sighed, your voice laced with feigned disappointment. "I think it must be somewhere else." As you started to rise from the floor, you suggested, "Maybe we should look in another place?" Turning to face him, you wore the mask of innocence, concealing your true intentions.

But before you could take another step, Copia's movements were swift and decisive. He reached out and pulled you closer, his grip firm on your waist as he pressed your body tightly against his. In an instant, his lips captured yours in a hungry, urgent kiss, causing your eyes to widen before slowly fluttering closed as you yielded to the fervor of his desire.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, drawing him nearer, and his hands, now brimming with desire, sought out the clasp of your bra. Fingers worked deftly to unclasp it, all the while he continued to kiss you with a passion that left no room for hesitation.

His fingers, though somewhat clumsy, fumbled with the clasp of your bra, and you couldn't help but let out a playful giggle between kisses. Your hands slipped behind your body, expertly unfastening your bra, and then returned to his shoulders, your arms encircling his neck.

A contented sigh escaped Copia's lips as his hands caressed the spot on your back where your bra had been, and then slowly ventured lower to your lower back. His fingers dipped beneath the waistbands of your panties, and you felt the delightful sensation of his hands on your ass, pulling you even closer to him.

Your gasps and moans escaped your lips as his touch sent shivers down your spine, and you moaned even more as he squeezed your backside. His hands left your backside and pulled you closer to him, and your lips met in a heated, passionate kiss. With a tilt of your head, you encouraged him to open his mouth wider, allowing your tongues to entwine in a sensual dance. Your fingers tangled in his hair, gripping it tightly, and it was his turn to moan in response to your touch. Copia's heavy breathing filled the room as the kiss continued.

"Amore..." he whispered against your lips.

He broke the kiss, gasping for breath, and you pulled back, taking a seat on the bed in front of him. Your hands went from his fascia and your eyes remained locked on him as he approached, stopping right in front of you. Your gaze slowly traveled over every inch of his body before locking onto the prominent bulge beneath his cassock.

"Oh... Already, Cardinal?" you purred.

Copia's cheeks flushed with a deep shade of red at your words, and he couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the sensuality of the moment. His hand came to rest on your face, tenderly caressing it as you inched your face closer to the noticeable bulge beneath his cassock.

As your lips brushed over the concealed hardness, he threw his head back and let out a soft sigh, his eyes tightly closed. You closed your own eyes, surrendering to the intoxicating sensation, and began to place a trail of kisses along the hidden length. With your hands, you positioned yourself on either side of his hardened outline, caressing it slowly and gently.

"Don't... Don't tempt... me..." he managed to breathe out, his voice heavy with desire.

You opened your eyes, pulling your face back to. "I thought that our church of sins praised temptations," you teased, your words a sultry invitation.

"Mmm..." he moaned softly, opening his eyes. "It sure does, amore."

His eyes, darkened with desire, locked onto yours as he grinned mischievously, and his white eye glistened with a palpable lust. Your lower lip was caught between your teeth as you reclined on the bed, supporting your body on your elbows.

"Take it off, Cardinal..." you whispered, raising your leg and resting your foot on his thigh, under his cassock. "Take it all off and come to bed with me, let me tempt you..." your words were a seductive plea.

Copia wasted no time in removing his mosetta and fascia, swiftly discarding his outer garments as you watched with anticipation. The sight of him undressing before you never failed to please you, and you couldn't help but sigh in satisfaction as his clothes cascaded to the floor, just like the previous night.

You sat up, positioning yourself in front of him as he began to unbutton his cassock, one button after another, until it fell to the ground. Your hands, now impatient, moved to his pants as he continued to undress. Skillfully, you undid his pants, letting them slip down to his ankles. A soft whine escaped your lips as you noticed the alluring outline of his hardness through his underwear, a little wet spot marking his arousal.

Without wasting another precious moment, you tugged at his underwear, freeing his throbbing member, already glistening with precum. Your tongue swept over your lips as you admired the sight before you. Despite being accustomed to the sight, you couldn't help but be pleased by the impressive size and thickness of his member. Your hands moved to touch it, and you could feel the intense heat radiating from it.

As your fingers made contact, his hardness twitched in your grasp, and Copia let out a pleasurable sigh as he removed his shirt, leaving it discarded on the floor. Sensations of arousal coursed through you, and with every passing second, you could feel yourself growing wetter.

Your desire for him was undeniable, and you leaned forward, taking the tip of his throbbing member into your mouth. As your tongue swirled around it, Copia moaned softly, his hands finding their way to your head, fingers running through your hair as he gently encouraged you to take more of him. Your compliance was swift as you accepted more of his length into your mouth, your lips closing around him as you sucked with increasing intensity. Your tongue danced back and forth along his sensitive flesh, eliciting a chorus of pleasure-filled moans from Copia.

"Oh, cazzo... amore... hai una bocca peccaminosa, sì?" he breathed. "Sei così brava per me, sei la migliore, mi prendi così bene."

His words sent shivers down your spine, and you took a deep breath, reveling in the pleasure as you rolled your eyes and then closed them. With one hand at the base, you stroked him slowly as you continued to suck on the tip of his member, feeling the warmth of his arousal filling your mouth.

Gradually, your hands moved to his thighs, allowing you to take more of him into your mouth, gently sucking and savoring his growing hardness. Finally, you released his member from your mouth, licking your lips with a satisfied smile.

"I want you inside me," you stated with simple, straightforward desire. "Now."

Copia gazed down at you with a smile, his hands still entangled in your hair as he gently pulled you closer to him. Guiding your mouth back onto his member, he slowly began to thrust himself into your warm, wet mouth, ensuring that every inch of him was enveloped by your eager lips. You moaned softly against him, your grip on his thigh firm and unyielding.

"Sei troppo impaziente, amore," he huskily remarked. "If you hid my biretta to make me come all the way back here, you could at least be more patient. I didn't even taste you yet."

Your eyes widened, and you pulled your head back, looking at him with surprise. "Wha-What did you say?"

"Amore..." he chuckled, leaning closer to you and capturing your lips in a tender kiss before pulling away. "I know you very well."

You huffed and pouted as you looked at him. "Ah..." you sighed and kissed the tip of his member, eliciting a hiss of pleasure from him. "But at least it worked."

"Esattamente, amore," he said, straightening his body and peering down at you. "So let me enjoy you, sì? Every inch of you."

With a nod and a smile on your lips, you returned your mouth to his member, running your tongue along its length before taking him back into your mouth. Meanwhile, your hand ventured between your legs, slipping beneath your panties to rub your clit fervently.

"Sì amore, molto bene," he praised you, his voice laced with desire. "Touch yourself while you suck my cock."

You started to bob your head back and forth along his throbbing member, taking more of him with every movement of your mouth, feeling him slide deeper down your throat. Your eyes remained locked onto each other, and you could see the desire and satisfaction in his gaze. Copia removed his hands from your head, and then proceeded to discard his gloves, leaving them with his discarded clothes on the floor.

"Oh, sì, sì, amore..." he gasped, biting his lower lip to contain a loud moan. "Sì, perfect, you're perfect amore mio!"

He withdrew from your mouth, leaving you gasping for air. With a gentle yet determined push, he guided you backward until you were lying on your bed. Climbing on top of you, he kissed you with fervor, your lips and tongues locked in a passionate embrace. His throbbing member pressed against your dripping wetness, aching to be inside you.

Your hand reached for your panties, pulling them to the side, and you broke the kiss to look at him, spreading your legs wide open to expose yourself to him. "Please..." you breathed, the plea evident in your eyes.

He gazed deep into your eyes, his hands moving to your breasts, where his fingers brushed over your nipples, teasing them. You moaned loudly, arching your back toward him. His hands traveled over your body, stopping just above your core. With deliberate slowness, he reached for his own member, rubbing it between your folds, gliding it up and down to coat his length with your arousal.

"Please, Copia... Please, please... I need you..." you whimpered, your walls clenching around nothing as his tip brushed against your entrance, begging for him to fill you completely.

"Please, what?" he asked, a grunt escaping him as he brushed his lips against yours.

"Fuck me..." you moaned, arching your hips as you felt his tip pressing against your entrance.

Your breath came faster as you looked at him, pleading with your eyes. He smiled at you, and then lowered his body between your legs, moving his face toward your core. His tongue flicked out, tasting your juices, and then he sucked on your clit, flicking his tongue across it, causing you to gasp, your hips bucking upwards.

"Oh, Copia, yes!" you moaned, reaching with your hands to his head, holding it in place. "Yes, just like that!"

His tongue traced your lips, sliding over your clit and up to your entrance. You gasped loudly as you felt his tongue pressed against it. Copia dipped his tongue into you, licking around, teasing, and you cried out as his tongue entered you, tracing from the bottom of your core up to your clit, flicking in a rhythm that made you scream.

"Ah!" you moaned louder. "Fuck, yes...! Just like that, oh... Cardinal... Oh...!"

He continued to spread your flesh open with his fingers, exposing your clit, intensifying the sensations that consumed you. Sucking on it and biting gently, he caused you to cry out in pleasure. His tongue moved in circles around your clit, while his thumb rubbed against it. Your hips bucked upwards involuntarily, and he wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you still as he continued to suck on your clit. The intense pleasure overwhelmed you, and you arched your back in response to the exquisite sensations coursing through your body.

"Copi-Ah!" you moaned, rolling your hips against his mouth. "Oh... my Cardinal... Please, more, more, more!"

He responded by increasing his speed, his tongue moving quickly over your clit. However, your desire for more led you to grab his head, pressing it firmly to take your clit into his mouth. In response, he slid two fingers inside you, curling them upwards and hitting your spot. Your entire body tensed as you reached your climax, Copia keeping the momentum with his tongue flicking over your clit while his fingers moved in and out of you.

As your orgasm built up, your legs began to tremble. But then, Copia abruptly stopped, lifting his head from your core and licking his lips.

"No!" you begged. "Copia, I was so close! Please don't stop."

He laughed, lowering his head back onto your core. Sliding two fingers back into your tight entrance, he stretched you, eliciting another cry from you. Arching your back even more, he held your legs down, keeping you pinned to the bed. His finger-thrusting intensified, his tongue flicking across your clit. The culmination of sensations pushed you over the edge, and you came hard, screaming out his name as your body shook violently. Copia continued to pleasure you with his fingers and tongue, slowing his pace to tease you until he finally pulled his head back.

You closed your legs, squirming as you looked at him, your body still trembling and tingling as it calmed down from your intense orgasm. Gently, he removed his arms from around your legs and kissed one of your thighs while caressing the other one.

"Sei il migliore, proprio il migliore per me," he whispered between the kisses on your thighs.

He continued with the kisses, trailing his path up your body, leaving tender kisses along the way as he climbed around you until he reached your lips, kissing you deeply. You relaxed your body and ran your hands down his back, pulling him closer, slowly spreading your legs, allowing his member to press against your wetness. You moaned into his mouth, desiring him inside. His tongue probed your mouth, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. He moved down your body, kissing your neck and shoulder, biting at them lightly.

"Are you ready, amore?" he asked.

"Yes," you replied.

He kissed you again, sliding his tongue into your mouth. Then, he entered you. Your body arched upwards, crying out. He pushed himself into you, filling you completely. You wrapped your legs around his waist, locking yourself to him. He began to move, slowly at first, letting you get used to his size, but soon picking up speed, sliding his length in and out of your wet entrance. Your bodies moved together in perfect harmony.

"Mmm..." you purred, digging your nails onto his back. "Yes, Copia... just like that... You're so big, you fuck me so well."

"Oh... amore mio, am I?" he asked, giving you a quick peck. "Do I fuck you good?"

"Yes... Ah!" you moaned, clenching your walls around his member. "So big, so good... don't stop."

He nodded and then leaned down, biting your nipple, making you cry out. He licked the nipple he just bit and then lowered his face, leaving it close to yours, looking straight into your eyes as he continued with the pace, pounding his length into you. His gaze was intense, making you moan even louder as he grinned mischievously at you. You slid your hands from his back to his backside, holding it firmly, bringing him even closer and deeper into your entrance.

"Merda! Amore!" he grunted, closing his eyes. "Cazzo, you're so tight, even after yesterday. How can you still be that tight for me? I fucked your pussy last night, and it's still so tight around my cock."

"Ah.. I guess.. You'll have to fuck me more and more then," you said, breathing heavily.

Copia bit his lower lip at your words, then straightened his body, holding your waist firmly as he increased the pace, thrusting deeper into you. He lifted your hips, aligning you perfectly for him to hit that spot inside you relentlessly. You screamed out, your legs trembling and tightening around him, eliciting a growl of pleasure from him. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and the rhythmic slapping of your bodies coming together.

"Don't stop, please, please, please," your voice thick with desire pleaded.

"I'm not going to stop until you tell me to," he said, grinning at you.

He grunted and then buried himself deeper inside you, pumping in and out harder and faster, your screams growing louder. Copia slammed himself into you with increased intensity, hitting your spot, your muscles contracting around his member. You felt him tense up, his breathing getting heavier. He slowed down slightly, not wanting to climax too quickly.

He leaned down, kissing you softly. "I want to be inside you when I cum," he said.

You nodded, smiling. He kissed you again, and then rolled off you. You turned over, your body now on top of him. You straddled his waist, rubbing your wetness against his member. You could feel him twitch underneath you. Rubbing yourself against him harder, you moaned in pleasure. He reached down, pulling your ass towards him, groaning. Your hands went to his chest as you kept rubbing his member between your folds, tilting your head to the side, looking at him.

"Fuck yourself on my cock," he whispered with desire, going with his hands to your waist. "Per favore, amore mio, give me the pleasure to see you fucking yourself on my cock."

You positioned his member at your entrance and slowly lowered yourself onto him, moaning loudly as his member slid into you. He grabbed your hips, pulling you down onto his member. He hissed as you started to ride him slowly, your hands running through his hairy chest. Looking down at him, you could see the pleasure in his eyes.

"You're so hot," he growled. "You feel so good, cara."

You smiled, biting your lip, and began riding him, grinding your clit against him, your walls gripping his member tightly. The rhythm of your movements increased, creating a symphony of pleasure in the room. Each motion brought you closer to the edge, the intensity building as you and Copia shared the ecstasy of your intimate connection. The air was thick with desire, and the bed creaked under your bodies.

Copia wrapped his arms around you, keeping you in place as he sat up on the bed with you on top of him. He smiled as he looked at you and pressed a kiss onto your forehead, pulling you closer to him. Leaning forward, you kissed him, and he moaned, moving his hips underneath you, thrusting up into you. Following his lead, you rode him harder, your body moving up and down. His hands roamed along your sides and then to your breasts, squeezing them and pinching your nipples.

You moaned into his mouth, feeling yourself getting close to an orgasm. You moved faster, your cries becoming louder as you broke the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and locking your eyes onto his, witnessing his face contorted in ecstasy. He let go of your breasts, grabbing your hips instead. Pulling you down onto him, he pushed you up, and you screamed, your body shaking in the throes of ecstasy.

"Copia, you're going to make me cum," you purred close to his ear.

"Cum for me, amore mio, cum on my cock," he said as he continued to pump into you, pulling you down onto his length repeatedly. "I will cum too, cum with me."

He let go of your hips, gripping your thighs. He pounded into you, his member hitting that spot deep inside you. He groaned, lowering his face and biting your shoulder. His movements became erratic, his breathing ragged. Your body started to shake, and you couldn't hold it any longer. With a loud moan, you came on his member, twitching your walls around him.

"Amore!" he screamed out, throwing his head back. "Don't make yourself that- Cazzo!"

He came, groaning loudly, his member pulsing inside you as he shot his hot seed deep into you. You collapsed on top of him, panting heavily. Your arms around his neck lost their strength as you felt him filling you deep inside with his seed.

Copia looked at you and smiled softly, leaning in to kiss your forehead and stroking your head as he slowly laid down on the bed, bringing you with him to lay down on top of him. You sighed contently and let your head rest on his chest with him still inside you.

That was amazing," he whispered, his eyes reflecting admiration. "You're amazing..."

You smiled in response. "Thank you," you whispered, lifting your head to look at him. His broad smile spoke volumes.

"I love you," he declared, his voice carrying a profound sincerity.

"I love you too, Copia," you replied, sealing the sentiment with a sweet kiss.

"Now, will you tell me where you hid my biretta?" he inquired.

A playful chuckle escaped you as you shook your head. "Not a chance. I'm not letting you go anywhere."

Primo

Loves cowgirl - he’s old and kinda frail (but still surprisingly strong somehow), so this is the most comfy for him

Has a strong grip on your hips as he helps you grind on his lap

Spooning - wants to lay on his side and slowly fuck you before bedtime

Very into cockwarming. Wants you to sit in his lap and will calmly scold you if you disobey and try to fuck him (“Now caro/cara we talked about this, mm?”)

Content not to orgasm himself, and takes pleasure in teasing you or getting you off

Takes his time with foreplay, knowing your orgasm will be much more powerful that way

Definitely a pleasure dom

Secondo

Fucks you from behind so he can push your head into the mattress and use your body as an anchor

Also into cockwarming (as a punishment) and will leave you high and dry in the room if you disobey him by trying to fuck him

Loves throatfucking you

Loves cowgirl but will pummel you from below

Mostly a dom. Once in a blue moon he likes to be commanded

Total brat tamer, but don’t test him because he’s not afraid to forgo his own pleasure to teach you a lesson

Loves edging you with a vibrator or his hand, laying on the bed with your back against his chest while he reaches around to your front

Most of the foreplay happens in his lap, with his hands exploring all over you

Will overstimulate you because he loves watching you squirm and be powerless

Takes aftercare very seriously if he fucked you rough, or if you just look like you need it

Terzo

Doggystyle - wants to see your ass in the air so he can spank it and watch it jiggle

Also wants to get pegged or topped in doggystyle

Any position where he can go deeper and feel bigger

Spooning for when he’s lazy so he can reach around to your front and stimulate you further

Avoids face-to-face positions in his casual encounters because he has a fear of intimacy and that feels way too personal

When he’s in love, however, he wants to face you so he can watch your body react to him. He’ll watch your face contort in passion, getting off on just how good he can make you feel and he’ll study your body’s reactions so he knows just what to do to get you off

Likes to switch positions a lot to keep things spicy

Making sure you cum together is a goal of his

Not a brat tamer because he IS a brat

Very into trying new and complicated sex positions; has several copies of the Kama Sutra

Copia

Laying on your sides facing each other so he can look into your eyes and whisper sweet nothings to you

LOVES missionary; he doesn’t care if people think it’s overrated

He just wants to look you in the eyes when you cum

Definitely cries after sex

Whiny and needy; wants to be held and comforted and likes having his hair stroked while laying against your chest

Prefers to only have sex with someone he cares about but he’s had a couple of flings before

Says “I love you” when he cums

Wants you to eat his ass from behind so he can feel vulnerable and exposed, knowing you’ll take good care of him

Always wants snacks after fucking and chugs a whole glass of water or a Juicy Juice box immediately after. In fact, he usually leaves water on his nightstand for this (he chugs water after masturbating too)

Nihil

Car sex - let’s face it, he’s had a lot of practice back in the day

Whatever it is, he wants it to be rough and quick

Usually fucks against something - wall, desk, couch, …toilet (he’s definitely fucked while on the toilet - don’t lie, you’ve seen the photo, you were thinking it too)

Likes reverse cowgirl so he can see your ass jiggle

The adrenaline high around the new job was great at first, but it made you underestimate the stress that came with it. With your new title, you hadn’t anticipated more work to do, and more papers to sign. Not to mention, to deal with the plethora of students knocking at your door, looking at you to solve their academic troubles.

You basically managed everything that had to do with the Clergy’s schooling system, and extra bullshit that wasn’t yours to solve. At the end of a work day, you would have zero room left on your plate.

You managed it for a short time. You focused on swallowing your frustrations, preferring to get the jobs done— at the same time, constantly affirming to yourself this is the dream job you’ve always wanted. Copia was always there to distract you too. He’d come visit and bring lunch for you, only to find you swamped with work and not hungry.

It didn’t take long before you gave up, completely burned out, your energy stores run through. You reached a breaking point before you were even fully moved into your office.

Unopened boxes were still scattered around the room, collecting dust at this point. You were in the midst of a marking session, one or two hours in. Your back was already hurting from how long you had been slumped over, both legs numb from having been crossed for too long, with carpal tunnel most likely developing in your wrist.

You placed another essay into the stack, dropping your pen to rub the heels of your hands down your face. You were exhausted, working overtime, and sore. You wanted a break but the amount of work would only double by tomorrow if you stopped now.

You didn’t notice it at first, but your eyes started welling up, under your palms. It wasn't until you felt the familiar sting in your eyes that you realized you were about to start crying. Even with the work that needed to be done in mind, you allowed one tear to slip, just for the small sense of relief it brought. But then another fell. Then another. But by then, you didn’t care.

You started sobbing. Then, you were trembling, folded over your desk, and incapacitated. Weeks worth of pent-up frustrations poured out onto your desk, onto unread letters, and unmarked papers. With your forehead pressed into your forearms, you cried into the pocket you’ve made of your arms, which caused your sobs to ring out in your ears and echo in the room. Beneath you, your feet kicked out, rapping against the floorboards. You were a disaster, writhing and crying, forgetting your surroundings.

You forgot about your opened door, and didn't hear the footsteps preceding it.

Copia poked his head in, carefully looming at the door. He blinked a few times to make sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him. He never expected to find you like this on a weekday evening. He was at a loss for what to do. He decided to watch you briefly, but you didn't change. You continued to cry out into your arms with a voice that was beginning to strain.

He was cautious as he meandered inside, silent as he went. Once the door shut behind him, you jerked upwards. Resuming your straightened, professional stance, you expected to see Sister ready to behead you for crying on the job.

"Amore?"

To your relief, although short-lived, you saw your beloved. Copia stood by himself in front of your desk, looking visibly hurt. Tears were still streaming when you locked eyes with him. You first saw the concern twisted at his paints. Fresh paint he must had applied less than an hour ago. He looked so- nice. In a fresh black button-down with darker slacks. His hair had been slicked back into the style not unlike the one onstage, albeit more a messy look, for a date-night maybe.

You looked at the clock above the door. Your heart sank even further than it already was when you realized you had forgetten your dinner plans. You stood him up.

You choked out what was supposed to be an apology, only it came out as a whimpery croak, frazzled by tears, “Oh- fuck, C-Copia—! I’m-”

Before you could explain yourself further, Copia had cleared his way around the desk. Lifting you up from your seat, he wrapped you in the dark blanket of his arms, surrounding you in the familiar, frilly sleeves. He left you nowhere to go except him. One arm rested around your back, the other around your shoulders, He pinned you against his front and in the safety of his chest. He tucked his chin to your ear, kissing at your temple, right before his comforting voice rumbled in his chest.

“I got you. ’S alright. Your Papa has you now.”

In your state, the tenderness in his voice destroyed you. You decided to let it all go there, pouring out the rest of your sorrows into his chest, forcing your cries to be muffled by the fabric of his shirt. Copia held you all the way through it, rubbing your back and mumbling things in Italian. Sweet, comforting things you didn’t bother translating in your mind, his tone of voice spoke for itself.

It felt so relieving, so freeing. It released all the tension in your body after a few minutes. When your sobs finally died down, Copia loosened his grip, allowing you to look at him.

You knew you looked devastating. You were sticky with sweat, had hair in your face, and bloodshot eyes from too much crying. If Copia was bothered though, he didn’t voice it. Instead, he swept a gloved thumb across your soaked cheek, proceeding to tuck a stray hair behind your ears. You whimpered weakly at the gesture, not noticing his other hand had come up.

“This,” His index finger gently poked at the middle of your chest, on the space above your heart. “Is going too fast. No good, eh?” He frowned, distorting his paints and making them look crooked.

You didn’t nod. You didn’t say anything. You only made a choked noise that was more of a hiccup. Copia hummed, not satisfied. Once again, he brought you against him, keeping the flat of his hand on your chest between your bodies.

“Breathe. For me, yes? Nice and slow.” His voice was deep against your ear, soothing out your nerves like a balm. You rested against his chest and listened to his own breathing, attempting to mimic it. You inhaled once, but it came out more shaky rather than steady. You heard Copia tutting above you.

“Try again, doll. You can do it.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on his hand on your chest, on the gentle pressure it offered. You inhaled and exhaled, slowly, then again. And even though it hurt at first, it begun to work. The heartbeat bounding against his hand started to slow, and finally you felt the ground beneath your feet again.

Copia hummed, this time more pleased. It gave you a little shiver of resassurement. “Few more, darling. Keep going.”

Now that you were much more stable, Copia took his palm away, holding onto both sides of you. He swayed back and forth, allowing a few minutes more of silence. You relaxed further, letting his warmth, his scent, continuing to sooth you.

Finally, you uttered out what you had been meaning to say. “I’m sorry,” And against his chest. “I should’ve been at dinner. I just got caught up in… in shit. So much shit.”

Copia pulled away, looking at you with scrunched brows. He shook his head. “You are my hardworking amore, are you not? My busy bee.” He stole a kiss on your nose before you could blink. He took you in for a hug. “Don’t feel you need to explain yourself, I understand. You have a lot of work, yeah?"

Relief swallowed you, relaxed your whole body, all your sore muscles. You returned the hug, tired arms slinking around his body, his waist, on the soft fabric of his shirt. The exhaustion from your breakdown was starting to weigh in.

Copia mumbled against you, “But you need to give yourself a rest, eh? Even Papas get time off.”

You grumbled in reply, shaking your head in his shoulder. Copia abruptly pulled away, smirking at you. “What was that, amore?”

You clumsily wiped away some tears. “Nothing. But I still feel horrible for standing you up.”

Copia replaced your hand with his own, easily cleaning up the salty remains of your tears with the leather. He tapped them away with the pad of his thumb.

“Well,” His eyes crossed when he swept away at your lashes. You noticed then a bit of black at his lip had gotten smudged, probably from kissing you. “You can repay me by joining me now, hm? I ordered take-out instead. Your favourite.”

A droopy, but happy smile formed at your cheeks, into puffy cheeks that were still red. Copia took you around his arm, turning you away from your papers.

“Come. We will go to our room and you will forget about this… eh, shit, yeah? A tomorrow problem, or whatever they say.”

He led you out of your office for the night. Although later you would complain about falling behind, Copia would shush you. He helped you get cleaned up. Then he guided you into bed and got you comfortable. You were asleep before you knew it.

Copia had already scheduled a day off for you tomorrow. He planned to let you sleep in however long you wanted.

The decision to not use a condom was an impulsive one. You battled internally with the idea, weighing the pros and cons over and over in your head—it was an important decision to make, after all. But the thought of being so intimate, so impossibly close with Copia, made the choice easier. Especially when his cock twitched at the suggestion.

It was almost impossible to keep him off of you—or, rather, out of you—after that. It was unfamiliar and new, but so exciting. Raw flesh against flesh as Copia’s cock stretched you open, everything wet and warm and throbbing. You wouldn’t have it any other way after this (and, frankly, you don’t think he would either).

The sounds that fill the room are enough of a testament to how good you both feel. Your moans and his grunts are interspersed with the wet sounds of sex. Copia has his arms wrapped around you tight as he drives into you from behind. His movements are borderline animalistic, rutting and humping you as he growls nonsensical praise into your ear.

“Molto bene, tesoro. You feel so fucking good.” Copia’s breath is hot and heavy against your ear, strained by layers of desire and need. “You’re so…ah, so wet for me, yeah?”

Your hands and knees are sore, and your muscles tense as they tremble from each of his thrusts. “Fuck yes. Sathanas, it feels so good, Papa…”

“No, no, cara,” he groans. “Say my name. Let me hear you say it.”

“Fuck, Copia…don’t stop, don’t stop.”

The breathless sound of his name on your lips is almost enough to tip Copia over the edge. His thrusts turn quick and short, desperate for every ounce of pleasure he can get. His sounds almost overtake yours as he pants and groans against your neck. 

Hearing him so desperate as he moans so carnally for you makes your decision not to use a condom extremely worth it. Any consequence is completely lost, buried beneath layers of pleasure as you near ecstasy. 

Copia’s hand snakes downward, fingers brushing gently across your skin until they glide over your clit. The sensation makes you squirm under him. Your hips buck into his hand, rolling against his body. Copia smiles against your neck, reveling in the sound of your cries. 

“Come on, cara. I wanna feel you cum around my cock.” You moan at his words. You can feel the way your walls flutter and throb around him. “Cazzo, I don’t think…I can stop...” 

You barely register his words, too focused on the pleasure you feel to care about his implication. “Don’t stop. Please, Copia. Keep going. Make me cum, please.”

The intimacy of the moment is unmatched. Neither of you hold back, every ounce of ecstasy coursing through you uninhibited and overwhelming. Another firm thrust of his hips and swirl of his fingers has you falling apart at his touch, your entire body squirming and throbbing as your orgasm hits you hard. 

Copia follows suit, his thrusts sporadic before his hips come to a harsh standstill. Your mind is hazy, overpowered by lust and pleasure as you feel his taut body wrapped around you. All you can recognize are his heavy breaths panting against your neck. 

Then, clarity comes to you suddenly. You turn your head, trying to catch some glimpse of his figure behind you. The words escape you for a moment. Swallowing hard, you finally break the silence. “Did you…did you just cum in me..?”

Copia seems hesitant before he replies. His gaze flickers between you at the conjoined spot between your bodies. “I…yes, I…I did.” He pants, his voice clearly apologetic. “I’m sorry, I could not help it, amore…it felt so good, I didn’t want to stop, I—”

“Do it again.”

“...what?”

“Do it. Again.” You’re almost surprised by the conviction in your own voice. Copia certainly is, too. “Don’t pull out, just fuck your cum deep into my pussy. I don’t want a single drop to fall out.”

“You…you are serious?” Copia’s practically frozen behind you, stunned by your eagerness. 

His consideration is sweet, but there’s no doubt in your mind that being filled by his seed is the hottest thing he’s done for you so far.

“Dead serious.” You assure him. There’s a fire in your eyes that captivates him, something primal he’s never seen in you before. “And don't stop fucking me until you pump another load in me.”

Copia wastes no time fulfilling your request. Your overly sensitive, sweat-slicked bodies move in perfect tandem until he delivers upon your command. The unfamiliar sensation of his seed leaking out of you and dripping down your thighs is addictive. It’s no wonder Copia hurriedly leans back just so he can look upon sight with his own eyes.