Can't you see that you're lost without me?

One night as you lie in Papa Emeritus III's bed, you had decided to show off your new red lace teddy for him. You'd become one of his regulars, the one he called on when he felt the need for a slow and steady tease for the evening. You would always languidly shower him in kisses anywhere you could: jaw, neck, chest, shoulder, back. You were always buying new lingerie to bring to your little visits, and he was seemingly fascinated by the intricate designs and the way it hugged your frame. And of course, you were always a good fuck at the end of the night, excellent really.

"Tesoro, this looks so lovely on you," he compliments, tracing a finger down the edge of a piece of lace as you do the same to his happy trail. "It's perhaps a little less revealing than some of your other pieces, however."

"That's part of the tease, silly, plus it's comfortable. Perfect when you aren't in the mood for all the straps and leather and under wire," you share with him. "But if you don't like it Papa, I don't have to wear it again..."

"No! I mean, no, dolcezza, it's bellissima. I like that you're comfortable; I think that fits our routine lately... And don't call me Papa in the bedroom, 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺," he mimics you. He certainly had his routine depending on the Sibling he had warming his bed on a given night. You'd heard rumor that some of his escorts are 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 to call him Papa even behind closed doors, some even getting fucked while he wears his Papal robes. Of course, you didn't judge; who hadn't fantasized about fucking him on the altar bed or in a confessional?

"You always look so pretty in your lingerie, like a doll. I hardly ever want to take it off you." His adoration pulls you from your thoughts. "Do you feel pretty when you wear it, principessa?"

"Mmm, I do," you reply, offering him your lips for a passionate kiss. "Do you like looking at pretty things?"

"Sì, I do..." his tone was a little unreadable, not as fiery as you'd hoped for, so you try again.

"Do you like getting off to pretty things?"

"Yeah..." he practically huffs out as his cheeks uncharacteristically blush pink, looking down and biting his lip.

"What is it, baby?" you question him softly, hand delicately tracing shapes into his chest, "What's got you so shy all of a sudden, huh?"

"Can I-" he looks up at you a few times, not able to maintain eye contact more than a second. "Can I show you something?"

"Of course, sweet prince, what do you have to show me?"

He doesn't say anything, just carefully climbs out of bed and walks over to his closet. "I'll return in just a moment... Dolcezza?"

"Yes?"

"You must promise you won't laugh," you could see the concern on his face; it isn't like him at all.

"Of course not, Terzo."

A few minutes ago by, you hear a small amount of shuffling in the walk-in closet, but worried that checking on him startle him, you decide to wait patiently on the bed for your lover to return as promised.

When the handle wiggles and the door cracks open, you see his hand caress the door. Black fingernails catching the dim light of the lamp; you love that he started painting his nails recently.

"Are you ready, amore?" You could sense the nervousness in his voice with that question.

You try to give a response that'll make him feel better, "Always ready for you, Terzo."

He takes a few small steps from behind the door, closing it quietly.

𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. It's the only word that comes to your mind as you drink in the image before you. Pale legs covered by a sheer layer of black polyester stockings, garters hugging his thick thighs beautifully with straps running up to the thin belt on his slim waist, black lace panties that barely contain his half hard cock, the bra to match, and a sheer chiffon capelet clipped at his neck and draping delicately over his broad shoulders, black of course. The dark fabrics on his porcelain skin made everything stand out that much more.

"Principessa?" he whispers, pulling you from your thoughts, "Ummm... what do you think?" His hands fidget with one another.

"Terzo, you look... Amazing. I don't even have the words to describe it. Come here."

He obeys, sitting on the edge of the bed, giving you a side view of his plump ass in those barely there panties. 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘴, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦. You sit up next you him, giving him a soft, slow kiss, and he seems to relax a bit. "I love it, and this," you gesture by running your hands under the edge of the capelet, "what a lovely touch."

"Thank you," it comes softly, not a phrase many people heard from a man like him.

"What about you? Do you feel pretty when you wear this?" The excitement in you is bubbling up, it's almost like a slumber party, except you do still want to fuck him, perhaps even more now.

"Sì, I do..." He takes your hands in his, rubbing the pads of his thumbs across your palms; he's getting excited too. Excited to finally have someone he can share this with, excited to watch you both in the mirrors surrounding his bed, a blur of lace and skin.

"So pretty, bellissima," you compliment, kissing his cheek, before moving to trail your tongue along the shell of his ear, nipping at his pierced lobe. "You put my new teddy to shame."

"It wasn't my intention, tesoro," he apologizes, genuinely feeling insecure about upstaging you; this is uncomfortable territory for him.

"Ahhh, I think it was... Why else would you come out here looking like someone's wet dream?" Another kiss followed by your serious tone. "Don't ever apologize for being yourself. Dress how you want, live your fantasy, I'll never judge you for it. You know how much I care for you."

It was true, you had grown close over the last few months of seeing one another. It was hard not to with the slow-paced sensual love making you brought to his boudoir. He leans forward, lashes fluttering closed, and presses a chaste kiss to your lips; it felt more intimate than most moments you'd had together. "Sì, I care for you, too, amore."

You rest a hand on his thigh, finger tracing along the garter strap before tugging on it and letting it go to pop his skin. He giggles lightly, biting his lip as you look up at him through your lashes. He leans back on his hands to let you continue exploring his new outfit.

You slip from the bed, kneeling on the floor and pulling one his feet into your lap. You let your fingers curiously roam his thin stockings, squeezing at his calf, admiring it as if he were a sculpture in a museum. A sculpture you can touch. As your hand slides up to his inner thigh, the beautiful man before you sucks in a tiny gasp, never taking his eyes off you.

Starting at his ankle, you press a series of soft kisses to his leg up to his knee. You stand up and continue on your path, spreading his legs as your tongue swipes across the top of his stocking. As you make your way to his upper thigh, his leg now hiked up in the air, Terzo lets out a whimper. Your teeth tug at the garter strap just as you'd done before, letting it pop him again. Another whimper.

Your kisses get a little sloppier on the soft skin of his inner thigh before you leave a sharp nip to the sensitive area.

"Ah!" he lets out involuntarily, and you sneak a peek at him. He was now leaned back on his elbows, breathing heavy with his chest flushed a beautiful pink color.

You kiss the spot, now turning red, before continuing gently kissing and nibbling his thighs. You almost wanted him to close his thighs around your head; you're sure it would be a hell of a sight in the mirror next to you.

By now the head of his member is sticking out his lacy undergarment, unable to contain his swollen desire for you. You feel his fingers gingerly tickle your hair, much gentler than normal. Looking up at the beautiful creature beneath you, lace presses against your cheek as you nuzzle against his erection, and he rewards you with a needy moan.

Pushing the lace down just enough to free his aching shaft, you leave sloppy open-mouth kisses from the base to the tip before taking it in your mouth. Through your escapades with Terzo, you'd gotten much better at taking him deeper and not gagging so much. He was surprisingly patient, at least with you. "Così buono, bella..." he praises you, but you also know that means he wants more. And so you carefully hollow out your cheeks, surrounding him with that sweet tight feeling.

Finally starting to become his noisy self again, Terzo throws his head back at your ministrations, one hand in your hair and the other gripping the sheets. Lifting his thigh and hooking his knee on your shoulder, you plant a smack to his plump ass, and he gives a hiss, in pleasure or pain you can't tell.

Smoothing the spot over with your fingers, you hear, "Again, tesoro... please." A man who never begged for anything now begging for your hand on his ass. "Please." It was very hot.

You grant him his wish, skin on skin sounds repeatedly filling the air, until you hear that distinct desperate whine that means he's getting close. With a pop, your lips leave his now throbbing member, and in response you get a pouty little whimper. "Oh no, sweet boy, I'm not done with you yet."

Stepping back and letting Terzo adjust so he's fully on the bed, you then climb on top of him, spreading his legs once again so you can put your weight on him for a heated make out, making him taste himself on you. Hands in one another's hair, you hold onto each other like you never wanna let go. He had a way of making you feel like he loved you, even if you only meet up for sex.

With his capelet getting in the way, you unclip it and toss it aside, hungry to attack the porcelain skin at his collarbones. As you do, he hooks a leg on your hip, urging you closer to him, just like you've done to him before. You glance up at your lover, taking in his disheveled hair and lust blown eyes looking down at you through his heavy lashes. "Bellissima," you tell him, "this is my new favorite view."

His lips purse, trying to fight the smile and blush, but he quickly gives in, biting at the corner of his mouth. "I could say the same for you, dolcezza."

"Nonsense, I'm sure you have many beautiful, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 things to look at," you speak quietly into his ear, earning a giggle from the man.

"Sì, you are right, but you 𝘢𝘳𝘦 one of my favorites."

Looking down at him, you notice the hickeys peppered across his chest from you, a stark contrast to the pale skin and black lace of his bra.

Gently he reaches down to run his fingers across your core over your teddy. "I need you, principessa, perhaps in more ways than one."

You moan softly at finally getting some attention where you needed it most. "What the hell does that mean?" you ask, chuckling at Terzo; he was never serious.

"I feel comfortable around you, amore; no one has ever seen me like this before," he quickly scratches at your clit over the lace, "Even a whore like me who sleeps with everyone at the abbey still has his secrets. There are only a few that I share them with."

"You are a little whore, aren't you?" you joke at him grinding against his hand, and he looks up at you deviously.

"Say it again."

𝘖𝘩, 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵. "What's the magic word?"

"Please." It came out of his mouth so fast, even he seemed a little surprised.

"Whore. Naughty little whore."

He moans, and you move to straddle him, replacing his hand with his still leaking cock to grind down on. You lean down, grazing your lips against his and he tries to deepen it but you don't let him. "You wanna kiss me, huh?"

He nods his head fervently, "Tell me what you want, puttana."

"I wanna kiss you, per favore," he whines.

"Good boy," you reward him with your mouth on his, and he wraps his arms around your waist, tracing the soft lace there.

Upon grinding against him in a particularly nice way, you both groan against each other, trying to find that angle again. He sucks his bottom lip into your mouth and tugs on it with his teeth, pulling more noises from you.

"Mmm... need you," Terzo moans into your mouth.

You pull back from him, evening out your breathing. "Hm, what was that?"

"I need you, bella," he tries kissing you again, and you grant him a quick one.

"Hmmm," you pretend to consider it, "beg for it."

"P-please," he starts, as you grind down on his hardness again.

"Nuh-uh-uh, you gotta do better than that."

"Please, tesoro, please I need you, per favore take me," he pants out.

"C'mon, I know a little slut like you can beg and grovel like it's her day job." You're pretty sure you saw the last of his resolve snap in half with that one.

"Fuck me! Goddammit, I want you so bad. You make me feel bellissima, and I need you to take me inside you, fammi venire per te. Per favore. Fottimi, dolcezza," he cries out for you.

"Good boy... or would you prefer girl? I think you liked being called 'her' earlier," you whisper, commanding his attention.

His face flushes pink; you'd discovered another one if his secrets. "I like both, tesoro," he admits.

"Okay, well... Brava ragazza," you tell him, having to think on the Italian a bit, but it makes him proud... And horny.

He lays back, stretching his arms out above his head, and bucks his hips up into you, reminding you what he begged for so well.

"Mm, I have half a mind to tie your wrists to that headboard, but I'll let you go free this time," you wink at him. Pushing his panties down as far as you can with all the straps and garters still mostly in place, "You wanna grab your lube for me, pretty girl?"

He smirks and reaches in the bedside drawer, handing the little bottle over, "Did I not make you wet enough, mia dea?"

"No, no," you kiss his head, "I just want this to be extra easy, just like you." You give him a playful wink, and he throws himself back down on the pillows with a joking pout.

You squeeze a generous amount of lube onto your hand, working it on his shaft and sending a shiver down his spine. "Satanassssss..." he hisses out his pleasure.

"We haven't even started, needy baby," you tease him, pushing the base of your teddy aside and lining yourself up with his tip. To take him in slowly, you lazily move up and down, making him wait for the pleasure he seeks just a little longer.

"Oh, oh, ahhh..." he nearly growls while you slide down on him centimeter by centimeter, squeezing his eyes shut, fingers grabbing at your hips.

As you seat him fully inside you, Terzo revels in the feeling of your weight on his hips, holding him in place so he can't move them. He looks back and forth between your two bodies, admiring the way your red lace accentuates your collarbones, the way his garter belt hugs the curve of his waist so nicely.

Starting to bounce on him, you gain purchase on his chest to stabilize yourself, enjoying the silky lace bra under your fingers. He enjoys the feeling of your fingers tickling his nipples through the thin fabric and decides to return the favour by scooping under your breasts and squeezing them sensually at first, adding a little pressure when he presses them together. "Bellissima," he adores you.

The pretty man before you sits up, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his ear against your cleavage, so he can move his hips against yours. You hold onto his shoulders, fingers combing through his soft locks as the pace starts to pick up. "You're the showstopper here, you look beautiful and you know it. Prettiest person in the room wherever you go," you praise him.

"Not in this room, amore," he compliments you between moans.

"Hush," you pant out, "it's not a competition." You slow your hips only for a moment to share another soft kiss with your lover. "Now, lay down and do as you're told; be a good little slut for me." You push him off of you.

This gives you the freedom to really hit the gas, picking your hips up and dropping them at a deadly pace, and at just the right tempo that the bedsprings cause Terzo's body to rock against yours. The harmony of your shared moans fills the room, and Terzo can't he'll himself as he catches sight of you two in the mirror. It's like one of those boudoir photoshoots come to life, and he's a part of that picture.

"You like looking at yourself in the mirror, bella?" you thumb at his jaw, and he continues to stare, entranced. "Answer me, baby, do you like what you see?"

"Uh-huhhh..."

You swipe the lube bottle up again and squeeze some onto your fingers, "Pretty boy, look at me."

His head snaps his attention right up to you; he swipes a finger across his mouth, playing with his bottom lip.

"I'm gonna try something, okay? I don't know if this will work, but you let me know if I need to stop, alright?"

He nods his head at you.

"Say it."

"Sì, dolcezza, I'll say stop if I need," he coos.

With that, you arch back, hips still bobbing up and down, and you grasp onto one of his thighs, "Open your legs, little whore."

He moves the leg that he can to the side.

Your slicked up fingers reach behind you, and it's a bit of a stretch, but you carefully find his entrance, just behind his balls, tight and ready to spill, but you knew he had the endurance to handle what you'd doled out.

The man absolutely squirms with anticipation, hopeful for what you'll do to him. Gently, you press your middle finger in, only about a knuckle deep, and curl. Terzo nearly screams in pleasure, his whole body flinching at the feeling of you touching his prostate. He bucks his hips unevenly, clearly not in control anymore.

The angle proves perfect for both of you as his throbbing cock glides against the sweet spot inside you, making you mewl for him. You continue your assault on his own sweet spot, and you carry each other towards climax.

Regaining control of his thoughts for about one second, Terzo slips a hand between you to sooth your aching clit, and it's all you need to cum on him, causing you to curl that finger inside him sharply. He cries out, "I'm, I'M- AH!" His face scrunches in pleasure and in pain as his spend is forced out of him.

Your fingers slips out of him as you fall forward; you brace onto one another to ride out the waves of your climax together. You both simply lie in that embrace for a long time trying to catch your breath afterwards.

"Satanas, dolcezza, you'll be the death of me if you ever make me cum like that again," Terzo pants.

"Well, you better pick out a nice coffin then," you bite back a smirk and offer him a kiss.

With shaky legs, you head to the restroom for a warm washcloth. You had a sort of ritual of cleaning one another after your love making, but you especially needed it tonight. You undressed one another from all the skin tight lingerie, ready to get out of it. Even the thought of what you'd just done made you feel dirty... in a delicious kind of way. As you make your way back to his bathroom, you grab your robe, preparing to make your leave.

When you lean in for that goodnight kiss, Terzo grabs your wrist, "Stay."

Now it's your turn to be the one to not respond.

The saliva is thick when you swallow. "How long do you think he'll last?" Imperator speaks again, but you don't reply. She doesn't wait for it anyway. "How long should we keep him waiting? One hour? Two? All night?"

Again, Imperator doesn't even bother to let you reply. Her long nails dig on your cheekbones as she leans down to grab your face, lashes fluttering as she stares. "No, I don't think so," she whispers, like it's a secret. "You're way too soft."

Imperator's lipstick tastes like cherries when she kisses you, slow and passionate. There's a red smudge on your lips when she parts, smiling softly. "Way too sweet, also. That's why I'm in charge here, right?"

"Yes," you whisper, a word full of air. Nihil does the same, fighting to stay still on his knees. His muscles are tight, and his skin is feverish to the touch, but he still manages to offer a cheeky smile, eyes glistening with lust.

Those two are probably made for each other, you think. And maybe, just maybe, you're also made for this. Leaning again over you, Imperator whispers in your ear, warm, damp air hitting your neck as she speaks. "Give him a little something, will you?"

You obey. Your hand quickens the pace, as your fingers close tighter around his length. The cheekiness disappears from him when he focuses on not coming before being allowed to. Satisfied, Imperator sits down on the chair next to you, fingers slowly patting your head. "Good, you're so good," she praises.

The air is not enough in your lungs. Imperator moves your head until it's resting on her thigh, right over the place where her stockings end. From so close, you can smell her perfume, peek at the lacy panties under her dress.

Hell. You'd do anything she says, as long as you can stay right there. Looking into her eyes, you're sure she knows the effect she has on both of you. If that's dangerous, you don't care. She's evil, wicked, she's someone the Devil would fall for.

And Satanas, you're in no way stronger than the Devil. Spreading her legs on the chair, Imperator calls for you. "Give me a little something too," she commands.

You oblige.