Moira

I posted these on twitter so I figured I would post them here as well.

- He’s not the best at washing his makeup off, so he loves when you offer to do it. He just closes his eyes and wraps his arms around your waist as you delicately wipe his face, and when you place little kisses on each freshly cleaned area, he melts. He knows you’re a busy person as well so he’ll never outright ask you to, but you always try to offer as it’s his favorite part of the day and lets him know you love Copia, and not just Papa. 

- He loves to lay on top of you. If he’s had a rough day or is extremely tired, put your phone or book away because he’s going to get you under the covers and get you under him. He clings to you tightly and is content to listen to your breathing. Sometimes he’ll talk, but for the most part he’s happy to have someone he can just be with. If you start to twirl the longer part of his hair at his nape with your finger, he’ll be asleep in minutes. (You, however, won’t be because this man SNORES and sleeps like a brick.)

- The first time he knew he was in love with you was when you walked into his office with a snack tray, knowing he hadn’t eaten that day, and he was enamored to find tiny, cut-up morsels for his rats as well.

- Whimpers when you scratch his head. He is insatiable for a scalp massage. In the shower if you offer to wash his hair, (which is often because just look at it), he will let you until the water runs cold and you’re both forced to get out. 

- Always panics when his alarm clock goes off and is frantic to turn it off, as he normally wakes up before you and doesn’t want you to stir. If you wake up, he’ll always apologize, kiss your forehead, and tuck you back in.

- Every day when he gets back to his room, you hide a different rat in your hands and he makes it a game to try to guess which one it is. He’s always right because, “they are my children, amore. A Papa would know his own child even if he was blind.”

- Always has to be touching you, whether it’s holding your hand or clinging to you, he always has to have some contact as you make him feel safe and grounded.

- Acts upset when you fall asleep while he’s telling a story, but he will stay awake for hours just relishing the fact that you’re in his arms, and you want to be there. (Sometimes you wake up to him crying about it.)

- Is amazed by the fact you seem to know where everything is. Whenever he is panicking because he can’t find his gloves, belt, etc., you seem to find it in a matter of seconds. This is normally when he will bear hug you and wonder what he would do without you. 

- On nights when he’s working late in his office and knows you can’t sleep either, he’ll often ask you to come in. You either sleep on the couch in his office or doze off in his lap while he continues to work. Just knowing you’re there has such a calming effect on him.

- Makes sure to bring you a trinket from every stop of whatever tour he’s on, even if he’s screaming to stop the bus so he can run into a gas station and grab you a cheap magnet. When he gets home and is settled, he dumps them all out and tells you a story with each one and how it made him think of you.

- Always reads his sermon to you the night before mass and frets about it. The next morning if he’s unsure about a part while he’s speaking, he looks to your smiling face and powers through.

- On colder nights, instead of a robe you normally opt for one of his old, heavy cassocks from his Cardinal days. Whenever he sees you in this you can normally expect to spend all night reminiscing on earlier times.

- Has an overnight bag for you on the tour bus always, just in case you change your mind and say you’ll come with him. You never do, but he can still hold out hope. 

- Whenever he finds one of his favorite shirts missing, he always knows he can find you sleeping in it, and assumes you’ve had a hard day. After the first time this happened, he leaves more shirts lying around just in case. 

  You fidgeted with your habit nervously as you waited in Papa’s office. You had heard from everyone under the sun today about Secondo’s bad mood, and it was only barely into the morning. The Second was normally one to be feared in a minimal sense, but when in a foul mood he could scare even the most feral of ghouls. Truthfully, you had no idea if he would even allow you to be waiting for him like this. Although your Papa seemed to show you a certain level of favoritism, he never maintained a “relationship” with any of his pets. Your nerves started to get the better of you, and you considered getting up and leaving instead of facing his wrath. As you approached the door, however, it swung open with such force you felt a slight breeze graze you. You looked up at your Papa with wild eyes, unsure of how to talk your way out of this. He looked down at you with an equally intense gaze, looking terrifying as ever in his paint.

  “Is there a good reason you are trespassing in my private office alone, pet? I am in no mood to play today.” He regarded you calmly as he spoke, but enough time with Second revealed he was seething underneath. “S-sorry, Papa. I was j-just…” You were silent as his gloved hand grabbed your chin harshly, pulling your stare to his. “Spit it out, before I cast you out. You know you have earned my favor, but my patience is thin today.” You whispered shakily. “I wanted to check-” “Louder,” he interrupted. You forced yourself to stand up straight and match his gaze. “I wanted to check on you.” You said, the tremble in your voice gone. “Hmph. I am not a child and I am not my inane brother. I do not need supervision. Dismissed.” He cruelly walked past you, not sparing you a second glance. He stopped in his tracks when he heard you sniffle.

  He turned around once more to face you. You began to back out of the room and stammer. “Sorry, Papa. I’ll - I’ll go now.” You turned around to leave, but he prevented your exit once more. You tried to look at the floor to avoid his searching eyes, but he grabbed your chin again. “What is it, little one?” He asked, concern in his voice. “I’m worried about you, Papa.” You confessed, feeling that you had nothing to lose. “You’ve been working so hard, picking up Terzo’s slack. It’s taking a toll on you and everyone is noticing. I know you say you don’t need the care of others, but know you have it if you wish.” He said nothing, eyes searching your face. For a moment, you worried you had overstepped. However, you were completely taken aback when he strong arms enveloped you, pulling you into a tender embrace. He rested his head on yours and and inhaled deeply, feeling his body relax as he smelled your hair. “Perhaps…” he trailed off, “I am a bit tired. However, that is no excuse. I have duties to His Unholiness and duties to the church to fulfill.” You peeked out from under him and dared to lightly brush your fingers against his cheek. When he didn’t pull away, you cupped his face in your hands and pulled his forehead to yours. “Please, Papa. Take it easy, just for today.” He let out a groan and gave you an exhausted smile. He took your hands into his gloved ones and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. “I do not know of any other pet that would dare speak to me in such a way,” he mused. “I’m beginning to think you’ve hexed me with how you’ve bewitched me so.” 

  You blushed at his words and once again tried to hide your face. Once again he did not let you. He brushed an errant hair away from your ear. “You would deprive me of such beauty, cara?” He pulled you in and placed a tender kiss on your lips, content to not deepen it, just savoring the stolen moment you two were sharing. You were breathless when you pulled away. The chime of the church clock startled you both out of your stupor. You bowed quickly and started to make your way towards the door. “Sorry, Papa! I have to get to my duties or Sister will kill me!” Once again, he stopped you. You were beginning to think you were never to leave his office. He pulled you in by your waist and began to press slow, opened-mouth kisses to your neck. “Senza senso, today you will serve your Papa in favor of your duties. If anyone takes issue they may come to me.” You smiled up at your Papa, and he returned a ghost of one down to you. He began to walk over to his desk, holding out his hand. “Would you like to sit in on what will no doubt be some pointless meetings, my pet?” You gingerly nodded and took his hand, which he then used to pull you into his lap. You giggled and started to kiss his neck, the same as he had done to you. He gripped you roughly and ground you into him. “Careful, little one,” he warned, nipping at the shell of your ear. “Don’t start something you cannot finish.” You craned your neck to give him more access. “What if I want to finish you, Papa?” You smirked. You felt him smile against your neck. “Non preoccuparti, dolce. Mi prenderò il mio tempo con te più tardi.”

You thought Papa was joking about you sitting in on his meetings, but he kept you in place in his lap, facing his dark oak desk. When the heavy doors opened, Papa Nihil entered. You tried to bow as a sign of respect, but the hands locking you in place prevented that. Nihil gave you two a strange look as he onced-over, but merely waved his hand in dismissal and took his seat in the lush, green chair. “Secondo,” Nihil addressed with a small bow of his head. “Papa.” Secondo returned, voice flat. “I understand we have a visitor joining us today?” The older man inquired, nodding his head at you. Secondo’s hand tightened around your waist. “Sí. I understand you took many liberties in your Papal duties back in your day. Questo sarà un problema?” The two men stared intensely, both daring one to challenge the other. Nihil backed down first. “Non c'è problema.” “Grazí, Papa. Now, what did you wish to discuss?” 

Figuring it was not your place to eavesdrop on official clergy business, you busied yourself by committing everything in your Papa’s office to memory. You took in the green accents covering the office. He always liked to fly his colors. Hearing Nihil drone on and one about clergy dining options began to take its toll on you, and you let your head rest in the crook of Secondo’s neck, closing your eyes. You quickly realized what you were doing and made a move to remove yourself, but a gentle hand eased your head back down. Papa’s eyes were still on Nihil, but another hand started to rub soothing circles on your lower back. You started to feel for the man. He was by no means a monster, and certainly always a gentleman, but he was never known to be affectionate and receptive. You stared at him for as long as you could before sleep took you, content to be lulled by the steady beating of his heart.

A warm hand stroking your cheek roused you from your sleep. You blinked a few times to see Papa, now alone once more. He looked like the day had taken its toll on him as well. “I’m sorry, Papa.” You yawned. “You’ve done so much all day and I fell asleep. I shouldn’t have been so tired.” He gave you another soft smile and smoothed your hair with his now gloveless hands. “​​Non preoccuparti caro. You have given me much to think about today.” You felt your stomach flip. “Good things I hope?” He chuckled, a deep rumble coming from his throat. “Certo, little one. I have just been thinking of the kindness you showed me. And how best to reward you.” “Papa, today is about you!” He held up a finger to silence you. “As I said earlier, pet, I’m going to take my time with you. It is the least I can do to thank you for keeping my sanity.” He placed his hand on your throat, holding pressure there. You moaned as his hand went where it had so many times. You relished in the feeling of him holding your neck, not squeezing, but being just sturdy enough for you to know who was in control.

Scooting his chair back, he urged you between his spread legs. You wedged yourself between them on the floor and stared at the growing bulge under his vestments. Your mouth watered as you ran your hands up and down his thighs, waiting for your Papa’s permission. “Prendi quello che ti serve, tesoro.” He finally said, looking down at you with mismatched eyes. His gaze was one of lust and adoration. Needing no further encouragement, you undid his belt and let his heft cock spring out, his piercings momentarily cold against your cheek. You began to place small kisses around the tip, licking around the metal embedded in his shaft. A hand suddenly grasped your hair tightly. “It is not wise to tease me today, sorella.” He said through gritted teeth. Getting the message and feeling your arousal build between your legs, you began to take him in your mouth, inch by inch. You gagged when he hit the back of your throat, you would never get used to his size. You used your free hands to gently massage his balls, the other lightly brushing your thumbs over his Jacob’s Ladder piercings. He moaned at the sensation, throwing his head back and mouth parting slightly. “Che bocca peccaminosa su di te, sorella.” You moaned at praise and redoubled your efforts. 

Your rhythm was thrown off as you were roughly pulled off the cock you were sucking by your hair. “Enough,” he panted. You did as you were told, sitting up on your knees and scooting back. He picked you up harshly by your shoulders and backed you into his desk. Feeling his urgency, you perched yourself on the edge of the desk, spreading your legs. He slotted himself between them and started grinding himself against your clothed pussy, the friction of the damp underwear making your eyes roll back. He began to nip the shell of your ear as he roughly pulled the thin layer of fabric between you down. “Verrò così profondamente nella tua fica che sarò sempre parte di te.” He whispered. You wrapped your legs around his waist at the praise, and began to slowly shove into you. You whined as he teased you, desperate to be filled. He chuckled again and spoke languidly into your ear. “Normally I would love to hear you beg, pet, but I do think we both need to be indulged.” 

With that, he shoved in to the hilt and began thrusting roughly into you. The desk began to shake with the force of him bottoming out inside you, and the moans and sounds of wet skin-on-skin echoed in the office. With the frenzied pace he was going at, you knew he wouldn’t last long with as worked up as he was. You began to slam your hips to meet his, the lewd sounds alerting anyone outside to what was taking place. He snaked a hand between you to circle your clit, deft fingers occasionally stroking your folds. You felt your orgasm approaching first. Feeling you tense up, Papa changed his angle and began to hit deeper. “Just a little longer, pet. I want to feel you clenching when I spill my seed.” You both cried out as your orgasms took you, lazily fucking each other through the aftershocks. 

He collapsed his head on your habit, paint staining your breasts. You cradled his head close to yours. “Thank you for using me for relief, Papa. I’ll leave you to it.” You started to hop off the desk, when once again his arms trapped you. “I don’t think so, little one. You got your reward, for the rest of the night I will take mine.” You grinned and your heart fluttered at the thoughts of what the rest of the night would bring. 

Translations: 

Senza senso - nonsense

Non preoccuparti, dolce. Mi prenderò il mio tempo con te più tardi - Don’t worry, my sweet. I will take my time with you later.

Questo sarà un problema - Will that be a problem?

Non c'è problema. - It is no problem

Prendi quello che ti serve, tesoro. - Do not worry, dear. 

Prendi quello che ti serve, tesoro. - Take what you need, darling.

Che bocca peccaminosa su di te, sorella - Such a sinful mouth, sister.

  “Tesoro. Wake up. Ho bisogno di te.” Your eyes fluttered open as you felt a warm hand gently caressing your cheek. You looked up to see Terzo looking at you with a mix of adoration and lust in his eyes. His raven hair was slightly mussed from sleep, framing his face. Looking down, you were greeted with him palming his rather plentiful erection through his pants. You moaned at the sight, and brought your lips to his for a sloppy, lazy kiss. A groan ripped from his throat as he positioned himself on top of you, his lips never leaving yours. “You know, cara. I dreamed of you. There Papa was, laying in this bed,” he gestured to the luxurious purple sheet around you, “and I had you on top of me. You were riding on my cock, looking like the very image of Jezebel.” He punctuated this by grinding his clothed cock against your bare flesh. “Per favore, mia dea,” he begged, voice rough, “allow me to make this dream a reality for us, sí?” You eagerly nodded, trying to hurriedly remove your sleeping shirt while Terzo rutted against you. You two had been in a relationship for a while now, and it still amazed you as to how he could take your breath away with just simple words. Terzo moaned as he played with your now-exposed breasts, alternating between rolling your nipples between his fingers and taking them in his teeth.

  You felt a growing trail of precum on your thigh and you could take no more. “Papa,” you moaned breathlessly, “take me now.” You felt him smile against your breath and begin to line himself up with your aching cunt. He began placing frenzied kisses against your neck, rubbing himself up and down your wet folds. “Sí, amore. Your Papa will take care of you. I will have both of us crying out in pleasure, you know this thing.” He began to push in, achingly slow, wanting to savor your pleasures - when there was a knock at the door. You both tried to ignore it at first, focused on each other’s breathing, but when the knocking became more insistent, Terzo muttered a curse under his breath and dramatically slung himself off the bed. Not bothering with clothes, he slammed the door open, “Aí! Who dares disturb Papa while he is about to make his goddess cry out his name in pleasure?!” Omega stood on the other side of the door, trying to look anywhere other than the proud erection your Papa was sporting.“I’m sorry to bother you Papa, but Sister Imperator wanted me to remind you about your meetings with the clergy board and to tell you not to be late.” Omega said, shuffling from side to side awkwardly. Terzo put his head in his hands and groaned.

  “Cazzo di merda, I thought that was tomorrow. Grazi, Omega.” “Of course, Papa. Maybe head down there with some clothes, yea?” Papa nodded and waved the ghoul off, shutting the door. He walked back to your bed, from where you had watched the whole exchange. Terzo climbed up and stood on his knees, cupping your face in his hands. “Perdonamí cara. I must attend to this shit. This place would fall apart without its Papa.” You stifled a laugh. He shook his head and straightened up, holding your face tighter. “But do not fret, dolce. Tonight, I will be back, and we will not leave this bed, sí? I will make sure the whole clergy hears our pleasure.” You laughed and kissed his nose. “Don’t worry, Papa.” You scooted closer to whisper in his ear. “I’ll be wet and ready for you all day.” He inhaled through his nose sharply. “Sorella, do not tease your Papa this way. It is very cruel, no?” He put a hand over his heart, pretending he had just been stabbed. Rolling your eyes, you pushed him off the bed. “Go tend to your duties, Papa.” Begrudgingly, he left the bed to don his paint and vestments. As you watched him scurry out of the room, you had a great idea. Maybe Papa could use a little teasing. After a few more minutes in bed, you decided to get up and get ready for the day.

  Seeing as you were not only your Papa’s lover but also his assistant, him being tied up in meetings all day had cleared your schedule significantly. You hopped in the spacious shower, reveling in the feelings of the warm jets. You took your time indulging yourself in every body scrub, lotion, and oil you owned. Admittedly, most of them were Terzo’s, too. Anytime you poked fun at his immense skincare routine, he would simply throw his hands up and say, “Amore! You know I have an image to maintain, eh?” After you had decided your skin was glowing and enticing enough, you went over to your underwear drawer to pick out what lingerie you would wear today. Your Papa did love you in purple, you thought to yourself, but it would drive him crazier to know you were wearing nothing at all underneath. You chose your shortest-cut habit and decided to forego your veil. Terzo did like to pull your hair, so you may as well give him something to think about. For the final touch, you spritzed on a small amount of his cologne. In his true vain fashion, he had once said, “Cara nothing drives me mad more than your wanting scent, but smelling my cologne on you after I have just made you see stars makes me want to have you immediately again.” Satisfied with your evil scheme, you decided to head over to your office for the day.

  You made your way into the plush entry room that was just before Papa’s office. His heavy oak doors were closed, but you could hear many muffled voices inside. You sat down at your desk, you began to fantasize about all the times Terzo had taken you on this desk. He would often burst out of his office in a haste, and bend you over. Seeing as Papa only had the one appointment all day and would more than likely not be receiving any visitors, you began to slide your hand between your legs and underneath your habit. You thought of your Papa bending you over your desk, pounding into you roughly, scattering papers everywhere. With your free hand, you began to tease your breast through your habit. The friction on your habit made you moan, quickly biting your lip to stifle it. The sound of someone clearing your throat startled you back to reality. Withdrawing your hand at lightning speed, you looked up to see Terzo, staring down at you with wild eyes and chest heaving. “Papa! I’m so sorry. I didn’t hear you come out. I was just....” You trailed off as you noticed the slight bulge peeking out from his vestments.

  Without warning, he yanked you up from your seat by your hair, forcing you to stand. He slammed his mouth on yours, teeth and tongues clashing together. He roughly cupped your pussy, groaning when he found it bare. “You think this is funny?” He growled against your ear, his voice a rough whisper. “Do you think it is wise to tease your Papa this way, stupid troía? What if it was a Cardinal who had walked out and spotted you? Lucifer forbid, that insufferable Copia. What would they see when they see my assistant pleasuring herself?” He yanked your hair back and looked into your eyes expectantly. “They would,” you were cut off by a smack to your cheek. “Speak. Up.” “They would,” you continued, louder, “they would say how much I must want you, how much I need your cock always.” Satisfied with this, he let you go and threw you back down to your desk. “Find the expense report from last week. It is needed.” With that, he straightened his robes and turned to go back inside, slamming the doors behind him.

  After a few minutes of searching, you were able to find the report he was looking for. You hesitantly knocked on the door, not wanting to actually piss him off. “Entráre!” Terzo called sharply, making you flinch. You opened the door and bowed to the room full of cardinals, suddenly feeling very exposed. Papa held you under a scrutinizing gaze, you wanted to make yourself as small as possible. You walked over to behind his deskto hand him the reports. You almost stopped in your tracks as you saw the bulge he was sporting a few minutes past had turned into a fully tented erection, hidden behind the desk. He was obviously still just as worked up from this morning as you were. Saying a silent prayer to Lucifer and hoping you would still have a boyfriend after this, you “accidentally” dropped your stack of papers, sending them flying. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” you said as you addressed the cardinals. “Let me gather these and I”ll be out of your hair.” Crouching down behind the desk, you did actually have a goal to gather the papers, but you sticking your ass in the air, giving Papa a full view of your exposed, dripping cunt didn’t hurt either. Papa rolled in his chair, subtly pushing your habit up further to expose your ass to him. A single clap brought you out of your quest. “Everyone. Out.” There was a calmness in Terzo’s voice that never meant anything good. After all of the cardinal had managed to cram themselves in the entry room, he slammed the door.

  He turned around to you with his hands behind his back, not a single movement betraying his calmness. However, in his mismatched eyes, you could tell he was seething. You began to get up from the floor, but he quickly held up a gloved hand, and you remained still. “You will stay on the floor like a puttana should. Look at you, ass in the air like a bitch in heat for me.” He circled you slowly, predatorily. You opened your mouth to speak, but two clawed fingers quickly found their way in. “I don’t want that filthy mouth open unless it is to receive this cock. Do you understand?” You nodded. “Brava raggazza. At least you can listen to some instruction.” As he leaned back against his desk, he palmed himself, rewarding a groan. “What are you waiting for stupída cagna? Put yourself to work.” Needing no further invitation, you crawled forward and began to undo his belt, his intense gaze not leaving you the whole time. When his hefty cock finally sprang out, it was dripping and almost purple, ready to split you in half. You began to gently lick at the tip, when he gripped your head and shoved himself in to the hilt. You gagged and did your best to manage the intrusion, tears streaming down your face. “Yes, that’s it troía. Take it. Soffocare su questo cazzo.” He began thrusting roughly, groaning loud enough that you were sure the cardinals outside knew exactly what was happening. You placed your hands on his toned thighs for balance, his death grip on your hair unrelenting.

  When you thought he might be close, he surprised you by yanking you up by your hair, bending you over his desk. You gasped as you felt your habit torn off you, leaving you exposed. Terzo laughed deeply behind you, a rumble coming from his throat. “You wanted this, no? You wanted everyone to see what a whore you are for your Papa.” He began to caress your round ass, and you knew what was coming. “You know why this is warranted, sí?” You remained silent. You cried out as he smacked the flesh of your ass, hard. You winced as the sharp sting set in. “Speak.” “Yes, Papa. I know I deserve this.” You stifled a moan. “Bene. You will count, yes?” “Yes. Papa.” You felt the first smack come down, he wasn’t holding back. “One. I was being a stupid whore.” You knew Terzo was smirking behind you. The next one, harder than the first. SMACK. “Two. I was being a stupid whore.” Smack after smack, number after number, the assault finally ceased.

You heard shuffling, and stifled a moan as you felt two fingers roughly being shoved into your aching pussy. “No, tesoro. Let them hear. Let them hear you cry out for your Papa.” You threw your head back and cried out at the unrelenting fingers. You felt your body spasm and just as you were about to reach your peak, he withdrew his fingers. He spit on them and shoved them roughly in once more, edging you again. When he pulled them out a third time, they were replaced by the head of his cock. “Filthy whore. Do you think you should cum? No, puttana. Questo è per me. Questo è tutto per me.” With that, he shoved his entire length in, making you wince. The pain quickly turned to pleasure as he hammered into you brutally. You clenched tighter and tighter around him, your orgasm rapidly approaching. You tried to look back at the man pounding into you, but your head was roughly shoved against the wood of the desk. “Non durerò. Cum with me, cara. Milk my fucking cock with everything you have.” He gasped and panted as his cock kicked inside you. You went over the edge as well, your cunt spasming around his leaking shaft.

  You had expected this from Secondo, but when Terzo had come up to you one day and asked your thoughts on this particular situation, you were shocked to say the least. Of course, you didn’t say no. In fact you had said yes so fast it made both of you laugh. However now you weren’t laughing as you were blindfolded and bound to a chair, a knife held at your throat.

  Terzo was feverishly petting your hair, telling you all the things he planned to do to you in a harsh whisper. “I am going to fuck you so hard, dolce, that you will want to scream and wish you were dead. And please, feel free to do so, there is no one here, sí? Maybe sprinkle a few ‘Papas’ in there. But, please know, I will have this knife here the whole time, and if you try to run, I will have no problem slitting your fucking throat and continuing to take my pleasure until the warmth leaves your body. Do you understand?” “Yes, Papa.” You muttered, tears pooling out from under the blindfold. Without warning he kicked the chair out from under you, sending you toppling to the floor. He took advantage of this position quickly, situating himself behind you and putting you on all fours. You felt his cock at your entrance and felt him grab your throat; pulling your back to him. He warm hand was replaced by the cold steel of the knife. He smirked against your ear, “I hope you didn’t forget my promise, bella.” And with that, he began thrusting into you at an unbearable pace. You screamed and wailed for help, knowing no one would hear. You felt the knife tighten against your throat; beginning to slice through the thin first layer of skin. “It’s Papa, puttana. And you will scream it.” Terzo said roughly, sweat and saliva shaking off of him with his enthusiasm. “Papa, please!” You begged through sobs. This seemed to turn him on exponentially as his thrusts seemed to grow erratic almost instantly. “Fucking scream for me, let me hear you as you receive me.” You screamed and sobbed at the top of your lungs. He threw the knife away from both of you, pushing you flat on your face into the ground. Fucking into you roughly. You felt him still and finish inside you.

  Copia had been incredibly stressed for the past few weeks, and it was starting to wear on him. Hating to see your lover like this, you decided to treat him to one of his favorite pastimes - giving him a relaxing bath. You had the water warm and ready for when he returned, and he was immediately grateful. You had started washing his hair, carefully untangling it and massaging his scalp. He leaned back and moaned at the sensation. You laughed. “Copia, if you make more noises like that I don’t think the bath will stay this relaxing.” He turned around to smirk at you, a wicked glint in his eyes. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into the tub, soaking your clothes. “Copia!” You yelled, struggling against him. He roughly grabbed your chin and forced your eyes to his.

  “You want to take care of me?” He asked, voice rough. You stilled and nodded. “I want everyone to stop treating me like I’m helpless, and I want you to give me the respect I deserve.” “O-okay.” You said, startled by the change in his attitude. “What was that, dolce?” He growled. “I mean yes, Cardinal.” You felt his cock throb at his title. “What can I do for you Cardinal?” He began to peel your wet clothes off in a frenzy, paying no attention the the water he was slinging from the tub. “Get these off and get on my fucking cock,” he said breathlessly. You immediately complied, pulling off layers as fast as possible. When you were finally done, Copia wasted no time in roughly grabbing your hips and sinking you down onto him. You echoed each others moans as he bounced you roughly, the idea of relaxation long forgotten. “Do you like this, you filthy whore? Pleasing your Cardinal so? Just my fucking plaything?” He asked through gritted teeth. “Yes, Cardinal! I love it. Use me how you need!” He leaned up slightly and began thrusting with abandon, finishing with a final grunt.

You were changing into your nightclothes, getting ready for bed. As you began to step out of your bathroom, the lights in your bedroom went off. You jumped at the sudden change and let out a harsh scream as you felt clawed hands grab at your hips. Your scream was cut off by one of the hands roughly cover your mouth. You were blinking back tears as you felt your intruder lower his lips to your ears. “I am going to let go of your mouth, and I am going to fuck you until you beg me to stop. Whether or not you get your pleasure is up to you. If you scream, I will slit your throat and use your blood to fuck my fat cock into your mouth. You understand your Papa, si?” You slowly nodded your head, trying to regulate your breathing. You bit down on his glove hard. He wrenched his hand back, shaking it in pain. “Cazzo! Puttana mia, I was hoping you would enjoy this as well, but it seems you’re just a stupid fucking whore.” You tried to run away, but Terzo quickly tackled you. You tried to kick and scratch your way out, but he held you firmly. He grabbed your throat, dragging the sharp claws of his gloves along it and you stilled. “Such a frail, pretty neck. I think I will squeeze the life out of it while I fuck you, si?” You looked up at him, gasping for air. He slapped you, hard.

  You reached up to grab your stinging cheek, but he yanked your hand away, brining it to palm himself through his pants. “When your Papa speaks to you, you will answer. Do you understand?” “Yes,” you sobbed out. He grabbed your cheeks and began to squeeze; blood pooling at the ends of his claws. “Yes, what?” “Yes, Papa.” You said, your tears mixing with the blood on your cheeks. He squeezed your mouth open and spit in it, rubbing your throat encouraging you to swallow. “Bene ragazza.” He said, unbuckling his pants. He pulled his throbbing cock out veiny and purple with need. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and shoved you forward. “If you’re going to keep your mouth open with that stupid fucking look puttana, at least make it useful,” he growled. You hesitantly begin to give small licks to the tip, swirling your tongue around the head. You gagged as you were roughly shoved further into his cock, taking it all the way. “Don’t be a fucking tease”, he said, punctuation each word with a harsh thrust. Finally, he pulled out as gagged and sputtered. He moaned; and began to slap you in the face with his heavy cock, so hard it stung. The saliva coating his cock mixing with the fluids on your face. Without warning he shredded the thin pants you were wearing, and roughly flipped you over. He placed his hand on the back of your head, pressing your Face into the ground so hard it stung. “Be grateful, dolce. People clamber over one another trying to get a piece of their Papa like this.” With that, he thrust all the way into you, the stretch hurting you and blurring your vision. He was thrusting brutally and without remorse, chasing his own pleasure. You began to clench around him and he moaned. “Ah, piccolina puttana. Is this what gets you off? Being taken so roughly by your Papa. Such a sinner, indeed. He would be proud.” He began to falter, and his thrusts became shallow. “Fucking take it. Take all of Papa’s cock in your tight, little pussy. Cazzo!” He came with a grunt, fucking you roughly through his orgasm. As he pulled out, he gave a rough slap to your cunt, making you jump.