oh she is absolutely livid.

thats her baby boy, no matter how present or neglectful she is in the boy’s life, he is her child no matter what.

i have always had this idea that she hates nihil’s older sons. hates their vile nature, the way she sees nihil’s deceit and perversion in them. she sees the way they look at her boy, and for a while she tries to pretend it is not what it really is. but a mother always knows.

terzo is the worst of her issues, he is constantly handsy with the boy, and copia’s favorite, above all. the two kiss on the lips, cuddle constantly, sleep in the same bed most nights. copia even insists he needs terzo’s help getting dressed, as if he is not old enough to do it himself.

she can see the way terzo’s greedy hands linger on her son, she can feel the tension in the air when she enters a room with the two of them alone, and she can see the disgusting lust in terzo’s eyes as he gazes upon copia. a true predator.

primo and secondo are at least discreet, they have that going for them. polite to a fault.

but terzo, he had no shame.

she feels bile rise in her throat when she catches them together. copia straddling his brother’s lap, his hands on the man’s shoulders as their mouths pressed together in a carefully practiced kiss. she could hear the wet sounds of their tongues and lips smacking together as she entered the room. it was abhorrent, unnatural, horribly perverse.

“get your hands off of him! what do you think you are doing??” her voice bellows through copia’s bedroom, sharp and venomous.

the two snap back, parting immediately upon hearing her voice, shock and terror eminent on their faces. terzo’s hands tremble by his sides. he always feared this would happen, had nightmares about it some nights. he never wished to face her wrath, but he couldn’t stop himself from needing the boy, couldn’t stay away.

“sister i-” terzo whispers, mouth parted, but no words daring to come to the surface and save him from her piercing gaze.

copia was beside himself, he felt like he was going to cry, he knew this was wrong, terzo and his brothers had told him as much, but it felt like a nightmare reimagined. having her standing there, the disgust on her face, not only directed at terzo, but at copia, whose face blushed a deep red from arousal, whose shirt was tucked up from terzo’s possessive hands sliding underneath it.

a warmth between his legs, followed by the hot pang of shame and embarrassment. his thighs damp, pants darkening, copia sits in his own mess, that of his and terzo’s relationship, and of his fear soaked trousers.

“not another word. get out, now.” she didn’t raise her voice this time, she stood tall and stoic, her expression tight and twisted.

the two looked at each other, copia’s tears now spilling freely down his face, his body ridged with fear, hands balled into fists in his lap.

terzo stood, frozen for a moment before brushing past sister, shoulders hunched, head bowed in submission. copia watched him go, silently crying as his lover fled.

“mama… please don’t be mad. please don’t tell papa.” his voice so small, eyes not meeting hers in the slightest.

he felt like he was behind glass, like his mother was standing there looking in at him, like he was some vile thing in a cage that needed to be kept away from others, lest he infect them all.

she just stared, unreadable emotion sweeping across her face before she spoke.

“i wont be telling your father.”

(he would want you to himself.)

“i am not mad.”

(i feel like i have lost you.)

“we will be leaving tomorrow morning to aunt marika’s, i don’t want you to see nihil’s sons any longer.”

(you will fall too far, i wont be able to reach you.)

she doesn’t wait for her son to respond, she couldn’t bare to hear him tell her just how much he wants those disgusting, feral men.

copia lay sleepless the rest of the night, heaving into his pillow as he awaits his departure. he doesn’t bother to change his pants, leaves himself laying in the reminder of his own sickness, his own filth.

terzo was the easiest of their younger siblings, practically gagging for it. she was just begging to be molested, body short and soft, hair long and gorgeous when she was younger. primo and secondo often took turns playing with her, she was so responsive, so ready to be used. terzo even managed to take both their cocks at the same time, sometimes even allowing secondo to work his fist into her ass. primo loved to have her in his lap, though, thick cock in her ass as she bounced gracefully onto him.

copia was a bit of a challenge. he was a crier, would wail at the slightest bit of pain. took so much coaxing to be penetrated, but he was so so good with his mouth. primo thought him to be most gorgeous with spit dribbling down his chin, rosy cheeks stained with tears. while secondo favored copia face down with his ass in the sky, plump little cock and balls dangling between his legs, spit and lube soaking his little hole. copia loved having his big brother’s mouths on his cock, or against his hole, would make the prettiest sounds rutting against them.

perpetua is delighted to lick the blood and gore off of his brother’s, especially hungry to pass his needy tongue through copia’s mustache to get to the blood gathered there, filthy and deliberate with his movements, claiming his brothers in the most vile of ways.

secondo is proud to have brought a torso home, leaking blood and impressive in size. perpetua eyes the hunk of meat with ravenous hunger, aching to devour. primo regards him with a pleased smile, pride in his eyes as he gazes upon his younger brother, that need to deliver a carefully timed “atta boy” slipping off his tongue.

primo delivers an arm to the dinner table, thin and veiny, pale skin caked in its own blood, fingernails dirtied with the same. the carefulness of which it was removed shows, surgically precise and lovingly preserved. terzo cant help but admire the perfect specimen, running his own hand across the dead one’s limp fingers.

copia had a similar idea, however more garish, presenting a pair of chopped off hands to his brothers with deranged joy. perpetua and him had been playing with the two dirtied and cold hands of his victim, giving each other high fives and laughing morbidly as blood leaked from their wounds as they mashed the flesh together. secondo rolls his eyes at the boys fondly, watching their little game unfold.

terzo provides the winning piece, the head of a beautiful man, a true shining star in her collection of movie stars. he was blonde, well kept, and terzo made sure to keep his brown eyes strikingly open as he presented his trophy. secondo hums in appreciation for the presentation, terzo had surely cleaned it up, even washed its hair and powdered its drained face. he still had that lively feel to him, even with his blood siphoned out.

pet was the messiest of them all, brining along the torn up remains of his meal, an almost unrecognizable pelvis, genitalia torn to shreds, so much so that it was unclear if the victim had possessed either sex organ. there was only wreckage in pet’s wake, which delighted his equally demented twin. terzo found it quite beautiful, the mess his little one had made, quite the impressive carnage.

i think secondo would be the jealous one, calling terzo a slut, maybe chastising him for hogging the twins to himself. he would be all grouchy from missing out on all the fun, he himself is pretty addicted to the twin’s sweet cunts, and moreso addicted to watching terzo writhe in pleasure underneath their little boys.

primo would be all full of affection and a dull ache of arousal upon seeing them together, terzo and his babies, all of primo’s little ones. i imagine he would crawl in bed with them, peppering kisses against their skin and purring seductively about how pretty they look together, flushed with desire.

secondo is the type to take charge, to force himself into their union and manhandle the boys, instructing terzo to watch as he shows the boys how a real man fucks their little pussies. taking copia first, his cunt already stretched from terzo’s cock, rested and loose from his first orgasm. he would take copia slow, listen as he cries and begs to cum again. perpetua next, he’s so noisy as secondo takes him far more rough than he did copia, hammering into the boy as he clings to his shoulders and squirts on his thick cock.

Copia getting an absolute beating from Nihil simply because nihil was in a bad mood. Copia didn’t even do anything wrong, just so happened to walk past his father’s office and get pulled in. Hours later his Uncles/older brothers find Copia with horrible bruises even a black eye. How do you think they’d react or do you think they’re also afraid of Nihil to even confront him?

i think that they would definitely react.

in my mind, the age gap between copia and his brothers is significant enough that they are all over nihils shit and reject his power by the time copia is old enough to begin being targeted by their father.

i cant decide on who it would be, but nihil would be getting absolutely bitch smacked and receiving an ear full from his sons about his treatment of their baby brother, with lots of threats thrown around.

i think terzo would take it upon himself to personally threaten him his own way, pressing a finger to his chest and threatening to tell sister imperator all the ways he has hurt their baby. that motherly defensiveness coming out of him in full swing, to which nihil scoffs.

this of course, doesn’t go as well as they think, they all have their own part in this whole fucked up family dynamic. they cant go to anyone outsider without it being revealed that they too are engaging in vile, incestuous behavior, and inadvertently abusing a young copia to serve their own pleasures.

i think it would be this whole cycle of blackmail and empty threats, which leads to them all freezing nihil out and watching copia like a hawk. the poor little thing isn’t allowed to be in a room alone with his own father, and his brothers never let him out of their sights.

at first, copia is kindof oblivious, young and vulnerable, just happy to receive so much attention from his big brothers, but he begins to notice the unease. its not hard to miss the way primo stiffens up when their father walks into a room, or the way secondo body blocks the man when he tries to approach their youngest, and as much as he loves sleeping with terzo at night, he notices terzo’s panic when the boy doesn’t join him for bed, only relaxing when he finds him with secondo or primo.

copia feels guilty, for some odd reason. he feels like he’s stressing everyone out, that he’d done something wrong by making his daddy mad enough to put his hands on him.

he would sneak out at night and into his father’s room, apologizing needlessly for angering him, only to end up with his fathers cock forcefully shoved inside his little pussy as he coaxes him into a forgiving hug and kiss.

Just the thought of how livid they’d be made me pause and seriously think…honestly, what do you think would happen if Copia found a partner or someone was flirting a little too much with him and he was reciprocating it?

primo would be sad, but would allow it. for a while.

he doesn’t like to be controlling, hates to mirror their father’s behavior. he tries to quell is urges to break the couple up, but eventually fails as he presses his mouth to copia’s, forcing a surprised whine from him as his big brother claims him.

“you don’t belong with them, little boy, you belong with your family.” his possessive hands running across copia’s heated skin.

he makes love to copia, the only way he knows how, splitting the poor little thing open and making him gush, forcing copia to admit that he doesn’t really love them.

“papa i- lucifer i’m sorry! its only you!” copia gasps, his back arching off the bed as primo rails into him.

“i know, amore, im just making sure you remember who taught you how good this feels.” primo would grunt, his hips snapping wildly against the boy’s pussy

secondo would pretend it simply isnt happening.

going about everyday as if this person didnt exist, ignoring them when they are around, pretending to forget their name, acting like they arent speaking to him or copia in conversation. he would claim copia as much as he wanted, leaving obscene hickeys on his skin, keeping him late during lessons, leaving little to no time for him to spend with this new infatuation.

i imagine secondo using his strength against the boy, pinning him against a counter in their kitchen, copia just casually trying to grab a drink when secondo corners him. his erection rubbing against the boy’s backside.

“they cant please you like i can. you know how i know that, principessa?” secondo growls

sliding his hand into copia’s pants, right into his boxers, he lets his fingers slip right into his folds. copia’s cunt met his big brother’s fingers sticky and throbbing, the boy whimpering under his touch.

“i thought so, you always need me.”

some nobody is what they are, secondo knows its a phase, terzo went through his independent phase too. he always came back to his big brother, just like copia would.

terzo would treat it like a breakup. like those disgusting boy moms who insist they are their son’s favorite over the girlfriend. he would sulk and glare, unable to give copia a cold shoulder, but also drawing back significantly. his method is to freeze copia out, show him what hes missing.

maybe terz and secondo would try to make copia jealous, have him walk in on them messing around, not stopping with the boys eyes on them.

at the end of the day, through all of terzo’s displays, he knows copia could never love anyone more than him, and he tells him so in this delusional rant, pinning copia to his bed and taking advantage of his body, his cunt slick despite his fear.

terzo would teach copia not to stray from their family. no outsiders were allowed in. copia would learn, he would make it hurt.

with his hands around copia’s throat, terzo would force the boy to take the pain until he surrendered and promised not to see anyone else ever again, to give himself up to terzo.

“im not going to stop until you understand, my sweet little boy. mommy doesn’t want to hurt you, but you’ve left me no choice.”

primo would definitely go over everyones head, talk to the person in questions parent and teacher, publicly embarrass them and punish them for hurting his baby brother. i imagine primo raising his voice for the first time infront of his brother over this, standing his ground, insisting they apologize right to his baby. copia would be embarrassed, blushing and telling primo its fine, he can get over it, but secretly loving the way primo is so protective over him.

secondo would hold copia while he cries, allowing him to have his feelings for a moment before standing up and declaring that copia is a big boy, he will be okay, and constructing some absurdly elaborate prank to get this person back for hurting copia so badly. the two hide behind a ridiculously large plant placed in the ministry as their employed ghoul trips and runs circles around their target, snickering much too loudly as they watch.