#visific

All you had wanted was a shower. 

The hottest part of the year had been quickly encroaching on the Ministry, and today's chores had felt more grueling than ever because of it. It had started with the unsavory task of cleaning up after the previous night's orgy. While you weren't someone who would turn your nose up at such an event, cleaning the aftermath was never something any of the Siblings wanted to be stuck with. That alone would have warranted at least a bath. 

But after a quick meal it was time for kitchen duty. Today it was sweeping the floors - which became aggravating as the last strip of dirt refused to be swept into your dustpan - and cleaning the dishes. Even with wearing your rubber gloves, by the end you were wiping sweat from your brow, the scalding hot water not helping matters in the slightest. 

And by late afternoon, you were in the greenhouse, possibly the worst place to be this time of year due to the humidity. After helping Papa Primo with repotting and watering the new seedlings (and a quick rinse of your hands with the hose) you were dripping in sweat and ready to be done for the day. 

Unfortunately, fate is rarely so generous. 

You were nearly halfway back to the dorms when you suddenly stopped short as you remembered that you had promised Sister Isabelle to cover for her duties with Cardinal Copia tonight. 

Shit.

You flew through the corridors back towards the upper clergy wing, dodging Siblings and ghouls alike in a panic induced frenzy. By the time you made it to the Cardinal's chamber, your habit was sticking fast to your skin and it felt as if your lungs were on fire. Hands on your hips, you bent at the waist to try and catch your breath. But the door, much to your horror,  suddenly opened to reveal the Cardinal in his striking red cassock. His expression was one of confusion and concern given your current state.

You quickly straightened back up. "A-Apologies for my tardiness, Your Eminence, I came as quickly as I could!" you panted, absolutely mortified that a member of the upper Clergy was seeing you like this. 

Copia blinked at you in surprise before remembering himself. “A-Ah, si, si . Come in, Sorella.” He stepped out of the way as you awkwardly nodded and walked past him into his room. He watched you intently as you stepped inside, although you didn’t notice how his eyes lingered on the way your habit clung to your curves and ass. He managed to drag them away before you turned back to face him. 

“I’m covering for Sister Isabelle today, sir, so please let me know how I can help you this evening.” You clasped your hands in front of yourself, trying to put on a bright and bubbly front to him, despite how exhausted you already were. You prayed to Lucifer that you didn't look too much of a mess. 

His neatly trimmed mustache twitched ever so slightly as he tried to keep himself professional. In your current state you were so positively alluring to him and he was already struggling to stay focused. “Thank you, Sorella. Your assistance is much appreciated. Uh…” He looked around the room, trying to decipher what was needing to be done, his eyes finding the older books and tomes he had scattered around the room. “Ah! I was doing a bit of research and I seem to have gotten carried away.” He sheepishly gestured to the various places they had been haphazardly placed. “Would you please be so kind as to gather and return these books to the library, per favore ?” 

You nodded and he went to sit at his private desk to continue his work, the fabric of his cassock swishing against his legs. As you began to collect the numerous volumes that he had been studying, you couldn’t help but wonder what his research had been as you glanced at the titles: A Practical Guide to Demons, The Devil Wants YOU, Accepting the Light, Hell and Its Teachers , and Communications for Dummies among others. Perhaps it all had to do with his next sermon… 

Unbeknownst to you, Copia kept stealing glances your way as you ambled around the room. He felt himself growing hotter under the collar, a gloved finger tugging it down to let in some air as he swallowed thickly. He had merely been minding his own business and now this… voluptuous little thing had practically been handed to him on a silver platter. And despite your best efforts, he could see how flustered you already were. It had been a very warm day after all, no doubt your Sisterly duties had already worn you out to a degree. And now you were here to cover for another Sister’s task. How generous of you… 

Cazzo , he wasn't sure if he'd be able to control himself around such a delicious little morsel as yourself like this. It looked like you weren't the only one the heat was affecting as he felt the pants beneath his cassock become tighter. His fingers clenched at the thought of even just tasting you… 

“I think that's all of them. I'll return shortly, Cardinal.” He whipped around, your voice startling him out of his lascivious thoughts. He mumbled a few words of acknowledgement as you left, the solid door shutting behind you. 

The moment your footsteps receded he was up from his desk, pacing the room as his manic thoughts threatened to boil over. The leather of his gloves squeaked as he wrung his hands together in agitation. It would be wrong of him to take advantage of his position like this. But then his mind wandered back to how your habit fit so snugly along every sensuous curve of your hips, thighs, and belly. The patch of sweat he had noticed just under your guimbe, where your breasts would be. Even how your ass looked as you had sashayed past him while collecting his books. 

He forced himself to sit back down at his desk knowing you could be back at any minute. He removed his biretta and rubbed his temples, breathing through his nose to try and calm himself. Only a gift from Lucifer Himself would be as delectable as you. And it had been so long since he last-

The door opened once again, startling Copia out of his train of thought with a jolt, inadvertently knocking his bottle of ink off the desk. He shot up quickly before the ink could stain his cassock. “ Merda !” he swore as the dark liquid began to pool on the floor. 

“Shit!” you blurted without thinking, “I'm so sorry, Your Eminence, let me clean that up right away!” You quickly ran to his connected bathroom to gather something to clean the mess with. Copia made sure to turn away from you at the risk of seeing his predicament. You came back quicker than expected with some cleaning supplies and he whirled around again, his cassock twirling around him and nearly tangling his legs. He decided to play it safe and took a seat on the edge of his bed, hands folded in his lap to cover the unseemly bulge. 

You went to work in cleaning up the mess, now on your hands and knees to wipe up the ink from under the desk. Copia’s eyes widened seeing your new position. Oh Sathanus , surely this was being done on purpose?! He couldn’t help but stare as your ass swayed while you worked, sweat now beading on his brow. Surely at this point his paint was beginning to smear and he would be caught, but he couldn’t look away, couldn’t stop the lecherous thoughts that filled his mind of what he wanted to do to you in this exact moment. 

All too soon, the moment was over as you stood back up. “Good news, Cardinal, I managed to clean up the ink before it reached the rug. I think with some vinegar I could-” You stopped, seeing his pained expression. “Your Eminence, are you alright?” You came up to him, his face red and he was sweating profusely. “Sir, are you ill?” You brought a hand up in an attempt to feel his temperature, but before you could he grabbed your wrist, making you jump. 

“Sorella.” Your eyes widened. His voice was suddenly hoarse and had dropped in pitch. “Forgive me, but I can no longer help myself.” 

With no other warning, he tugged you against him, his face burying immediately into the softness of your belly. You yelped, the feeling startling but not entirely unwelcome. However, you had no idea what to make of the Cardinal’s behavior. Little did you know, Copia was still fighting to hold himself back. He released your wrist, his hands wandering to your waist and holding you firmly against his face. Oh Satan below, he could smell you even now. His mouth watered with want to have your sweet cunt in his mouth already. 

His hands gripped into the fabric of your habit, pulling away just enough to tilt his head up to look at you. Pure lust had his eyes glazing over as he gazed into your face. “Apologies for being so forward, dolcezza , but you are the most alluring creature the Dark Lord has had the beneficence of sending my way in a long time.” You felt your hem slowly hiking up but were too stunned to stop him. “Such a pretty little succubus you must be…” he mused, revealing more of your skin inch by agonizing inch. You felt your knees begin to tremble, threatening to buckle beneath you. Your hands gripped his shoulders for stability as he exposed more of you to his probing gaze. 

The feeling of soft leather against your thighs caused your breath to quicken and small whimpers to escape your suddenly parched throat. “C-Cardinal,” you squeaked, “is this really-” Your words were cut off with a gasp as he placed a tender kiss above your soaking heat, over your underwear. The Cardinal was too far gone, already lost in the feel and smell of you. All it did was make him crave a taste, to savor you and all that Hell promised him for partaking in such glorious sin. 

“ Per favore ,” he murmured, motioning for you to hold up the bunched up hem of your habit for him. You took it in one hand, the other still needing his shoulder for balance. Fingers dipped beneath the hem of your panties, carefully pulling them down your legs. Your body shivered as they pooled at your feet, Copia’s gaze never leaving the prize that was your quivering cunt in front of his face. He meticulously rubbed a single finger over your slit, reveling in how it easily slipped between your folds. You squeezed his shoulder, embarrassment flooding through you at how you were practically putty in his hands. As he pulled his hand away he groaned, seeing a trail of slick still connecting his finger to you. Within a moment it was in his mouth, his tongue laving over the leather pad as he sampled your flavor: sweet and tangy, but also salty from the sweat that no doubt gathered between your thighs as you went about your day. 

He needed more. He needed all of you. 

He grabbed at the hem of your habit again, having to tug it up as it was still stuck to you. You shivered when you felt Copia's breath on your slick skin, his leather gloves also sticking to the sweat that covered your body. As soon as you were devoid of all clothing his mouth was on your belly, immediately groaning and holding you close by the waist as he nipped and sucked anywhere he could. He delighted in your tiny yelps and whimpers. It spurred him on as he began to divulge himself of his own vestments, his mouth and tongue refusing to leave your body. 

The rate at which he removed his clothes was agonizingly slow. He cursed the amount of buttons that kept everything in place. The torturous pace had you trembling for him, and the sight of your arousal coating your inner thighs only made his desire for you that much stronger. After what felt like an eternity, his red cassock was no more than a puddle of fabric on the floor, Copia now only in his undershirt and pants. You couldn't fathom how he could wear that many layers and not be in the same predicament as you were. Although it seemed there was worse he was currently going through…

Leather suddenly gripped your hips, urging you towards him onto the bed. “Straddle me, hm yes, just like that, dolcezza . My hell sent temptress,” he murmured almost to himself as he guided your thighs around his own. You gasped when you felt how hard he was beneath you, your body jolting and making you both groan in unison. He sighed, his eyes already glazed over as he leaned forward to take a pert nipple into his mouth. You couldn’t help but whine as he sucked it between his teeth, biting gently but not without ardor. Your hands clumsily grasped at his shirt, accidentally making one of the buttons go flying. 

Copia couldn't have cared less in that moment, he was too lost in the taste and feel of you in his mouth, sucking harshly along your breasts with the intention of leaving marks - to claim. He still wasn't sure what had come over him, if it was a side effect of the heat or the influence of the Dark Lord Himself, but that was a moot point now. He could feel the cloth over his erection already becoming soaked between both his and your own arousal. And the way you ground that sweet pussy against him… he was dying to have it elsewhere…

“ Mia piccola diavoletta ,” he cooed, mouth coming up to suck a fresh mark onto your neck, “I need more of you. Here,” he practically pleaded, his gloved hand coming down to rub over your mound. His touch made you gasp as a skilled finger started to form teasing circles over your clit. 

You nodded eagerly, eyes fluttering. “Please, Your Eminence,” words barely formed on your breath. You rolled your hips against his to further prove your enthusiasm for more. Maybe the heat was affecting you too… 

You swore he growled as his lips claimed yours in a feverish frenzy of teeth and tongue. He coaxed you further up the bed, his lips never leaving yours. Somewhere in the tangle of limbs and sweat Copia had discarded his shirt leaving him in only his dress pants, which you continued to grind down onto, his erection rubbing perfectly against your aching core. His hands gripped and caressed you wherever they could before finally settling on your hips, helping you rock against him. You clung to him, your head falling to his shoulder; fingers running over his chest and appreciating the thickness of the hair covering it. 

The two of you rutted together, letting the animalistic urges take over and allowing yourselves to simply enjoy each other's touch. The closer the two of you got, the more Copia leaned away, almost teasing as he tempted you to follow him. Before long he was laying flat beneath you, his hands lazily holding your hips as you continued to straddle him. The Cardinal was in complete awe of the creature above him, watching with half lidded eyes as you lost yourself in the feel of him. But he could tell it wasn't enough for you. You needed more, just like he did. 

Tightening his grip, he slowly pulled your hips up, causing you to whine in frustration at the loss of friction. “No, no, Cardinal please-” 

He hushed you softly. “Come closer, cara , I promise you'll like this.” He tugged at your thighs, moving you up towards his face. You felt your cheeks grow incredibly hot as you realized your most intimate place was now hovering directly over the Cardinal’s mouth. Once you understood his intentions, you felt your thighs shake with nervous excitement as heat pooled between them. Copia's hold on you suddenly wasn't enough as you clumsily grasped for the headboard to keep you steady. He chuckled darkly below you, craning his neck up to give you a quick swipe of his tongue. You yelped, feeling yourself become even wetter with his taunting. 

“Come closer,” he purred again, his words merely a huff of breath with how eager he was to finally get his fill of you. His arms wrapped around the backs of your thighs, pulling you down towards his awaiting mouth. 

“B-But, what if it's… too much?” Mortification flooded you at the thought of potentially injuring a member of the higher Clergy, or worse. 

Copia's eyes softened slightly, even if his grip on you didn't. “If I am to meet our Dark Lord prematurely from such a tryst, I would be welcomed as a hero,” he grinned. “My only regret would be from not being able to make you finish again.”

You couldn't stop the small giggle that bubbled up from your throat. Slowly, you conceded in letting him pull you closer. You bit your lip as you watched him lower you down to his mouth, breath catching as his lips met with yours. His eyes fluttered closed with a moan as he was finally able to taste you directly, his tongue immediately lapping at your juices. He looked to be in complete ecstasy as he savored your complex flavor. This was as much a treat for him as it was for you. 

And oh, how skilled he was. Even with his eyes closed he made sure to take note of every little noise and shudder that came from your body, focusing more on the areas that had you dripping even more for him. You saw his still gloved hands latch onto the tops of your thighs, holding you in place as he devoured you like forbidden fruit. Finally, his eyes opened, his eerie white one piercing you with such a carnal look that you actually gasped, feeling your stomach flip. Oh Sathanas , you nearly came right then and there. But Copia's mouth became more measured, teasing your clit with kisses and soft licks before eventually pulling away enough for him to breathe. 

“ Mia piccola demonietta ,” his mustache tickled down below as he spoke, “ per favore , use me, cara .” He kissed and nipped at your folds. “Ride me,” he pleaded. 

You groaned as he went back to his work, his hands moving to your hips to once again guide you to rock them. A loud gasp broke from you as his nose nestled perfectly against your clit. You tightened your grip on the headboard, using it to steady yourself as your hips involuntarily moved for you, as if seeking out the greater pleasure your mind was still too hesitant to partake in. Copia seemed pleased with your compliance, moaning into you as you finally took what you needed from him. His tongue settled down at your entrance before suddenly filling you, letting you fuck yourself onto it. You cried out in surprise at how big it felt inside you. It made you crave to be filled even more by him. 

Your head fell back as you rutted against the Cardinal’s face, finally allowing your worries to fade away and simply succumb to the sinful pleasure he provided. It was wet, and messy, and slick, but all you cared about now was how good it felt. With a shaking hand, you ran your fingers through Copia's graying hair, using it as further leverage to grind yourself down onto him. 

You were so lost in pleasure that you didn't feel one of his hands moving away, and you almost didn't hear the sound of a button being unclasped and a zipper being pulled down. But you definitely felt the sudden jerking motions of the Cardinal’s hand finally coming to ease the ache of his cock. The thought made you tremble and moan, just knowing that you had such a strong effect on him. You gripped his hair tighter and the jerking motions grew faster. 

“So good, so c-close, fuck,” you panted, your hips moving in circles as you chased your orgasm. Through half lidded eyes you watched as he took the change with ease, eagerly pressing his tongue even further into you. Fuck, he looked so good beneath you like this. 

Your hips moved faster, the heat in your belly nearly ready to be released. It felt like Copia was close too, his hand now flying against his cock. He moaned beneath you, as well what sounded like muffled whimpers. He was so focused on your own pleasure that he almost didn't realize you were tipping over the edge until he heard your pleasured cries coming loudly from above him. His eyes snapped open as he watched you come undone, relishing in how you suddenly gushed into his mouth. He drank you up greedily, gulping down the taste of your ecstasy. 

He didn't last much longer either, your own orgasm helping send him over as well. You suddenly felt him stiffen beneath you, and then warm ropes of cum marking your back and ass. You gasped at the almost surreal feeling, the ebbing arousal making your mind hazy. Both of you stayed like that for a moment, not wanting the high to end. But you figured the Cardinal should probably be able to breathe again. 

You groaned as your stiff muscles strained, pulling yourself off of him and collapsing against the headboard to his side, too tired and sore to care if you got his cum on it. You were pretty sure he wouldn't care either. It took quite some time for you to both catch your breath, simply finding peace in existing next to each other for the time being. 

“So, is there anything else I can help you with, your Eminence?” Your voice was hoarse but there was still a playful edge to it after everything that had just happened. 

Copia turned his head to look at you, his hair a mess and mustache plastered to his face, but that didn't stop the smile he gave you from looking any less lovely. “Ah, si . If it is not too much trouble, dolcezza , I was hoping to have some help testing out a new uh, bath bomb I think it's called.”

You hadn't meant to invade your roommate's privacy, you really hadn't. But when you had stumbled upon that note addressed to her, written in that beautiful flowing script, you knew you didn't want to miss out on experiencing this.

Come meet me in the chapel at midnight. I have a surprise for you~

-Lus

Luckily for you, you were a filthy rotten voyeur. 

After reading the note, you physically felt your panties dampen at the thought of watching your roommate get absolutely ruined by the ghoulette. You knew the infernal minions were good in bed, if the exploits of your fellow Siblings in Sin were anything to go by, but you had yet to experience them yourself. Now was your chance, even if it was a bit vicarious.

At around 11 pm you awoke to your roommate slipping into the bathroom and you knew it was time to go. Hastily rearranging your pillows under the comforter on your bed to appear like a sleeping form, you snuck out the door and silently tiptoed along the stone floors towards the dark and empty chapel. It took some effort to push open the heavy door by yourself, so once it was open just enough you slipped inside, letting it thud closed behind you. Passing by the rows and rows of empty pews, she felt an excited shiver run up your spine. You'd already gotten your fill of watching plenty of Siblings and even the occasional Papa get down and dirty, but to see a ghoul in action - now that was a thrill!

You suddenly awoke to the sound of the chapel door creaking open and you realized you must have fallen asleep. You wondered what time it was, but you didn't have your phone on you to check. That was your first rule when it came to your little escapades - don't bring your phone or anything else that could make unexpected noise or light. Leaning forward, you peered out of the slats in the confessional door. There was your roommate, a timid thing dressed all in white, her simple novitiate's veil covering most of her hair. She was wearing her formal attire for this meeting, how cute.

She walked between the pews, much like you had, but there was less purpose in her step; more hesitation. When she reached the pulpit she stopped and gazed up at the imposing figure of Baphomet. You watched as she clasped her hands in prayer. Her lips were moving but her words were too quiet for you to hear.

"Nema," you both startled at the sultry voice and looked to see Cumulus standing at the other end of the aisle. Neither of you had heard her enter. She smiles, laughing softly behind her hand. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I thought your prayer was lovely," she purred, sauntering closer. She wore her stage uniform, her coattails swishing behind her.

"You could hear that?"

Cumulus smiled again and tapped her pointed ear. "Ghoul hearing is far superior to that of humans. All of our senses, actually." She inhaled deeply. "Like right now, I can smell your sweat, hear your heartbeat, and see how you tremble. Are you nervous, little one?"

You saw your roommate nod. "I've... just never done anything like this before." 

The ghoulette's face softened. "It's okay to be nervous. But you have nothing to worry about. We'll just be performing our own private ritual together. All you have to do is relax and let me handle the rest, okay?" 

She nodded again, and seemed to breathe a shaky sigh of relief. "Thank you, Lus," you barely heard her whisper. The demon was on her then, lifting her with ease and setting her on the central altar. The poor girl yelped then giggled at the sudden change, and the two of them joined together in a kiss.

You bit your lip as you watched them, snaking a hand down between your thighs and pushing up your habit. You had decided to forego any panties, and you were grateful for that now as you slipped a finger between your folds. It was getting harder to focus, but you watched as the Cardinal's lioness roughly spread your roommate's legs apart, her breath catching in a sudden gasp. The room devolved into echoing moans and the soft smacks of wet kisses.

It didn't take long before the novitiate was on her back, her pure white habit pushed up and bunched around her middle. You slipped a finger inside yourself as Cumulus lowered her head between the girl's legs, slapping a hand over your mouth to smother your moan. But it didn't really matter with how loud your roommate was, being eaten out by a certainly skilled demon tongue.

The position was a bit awkward for you as you didn't want to press too hard on the confessional door, but it was tricky to still see what was going on. You no longer worried about your own noise, however, as your pants and gasps were drowned out by the scene before you. The two of them were far too involved in each other to notice you anyway. 

You slipped a second finger inside yourself and did your best to reach that spot inside you. Watching your roommate writhe on the altar as she cried out for more was intoxicating. Maybe it was the cramped space, lack of fresh air, or just pure lust, but you were starting to feel light headed. It was hard to think clearly.

You just barely noticed how Cumulus's claws dug into her thighs, certain to leave marks if not make her bleed. Your roommate wailed on the stone slab, clearly getting close to the edge. There was a harsh sucking noise which you assumed was the ghoulette latching onto her clit, and it was quickly followed by a scream as the girl came hard and fast, her legs clamping around the demon's head. Cumulus was unfazed, however, diligently working her through her orgasm with relish.

You felt a small orgasm ripple through you as they finished, which you were grateful for. Anything larger would have been hard to stay quiet through. Bringing your eye up to the slats again in the door, you saw your roommate panting there on the altar, legs still wide as Cumulus slowly rose between them. She pressed herself closer to the girl's shaking form, moaning into a kiss once again. You bit your lip, thinking about how the kiss must taste with her release still on her lips.

Removing your fingers, you decided to simply play with your clit while you watched, keeping yourself primed and ready for more action. Cumulus deepened the kiss, letting out soft moans of pleasure before also climbing up on top of the altar. Despite the less than amazing view, you could see your roommate was blissed out of her mind, melting into the ghoulette's touch even as she straddled her. 

Cumulus smiled into the kiss, coming down to nip and lick at her neck. The girl sighed and giggled as her lips tickled the sensitive skin there. Your eyes started to flutter, wondering if it would just be soft kisses and cuddles the rest of the night and wondering if this was really worth your time.

Your eyes must have only been closed for a second, but they suddenly snapped open as a loud and shrill scream echoed within the chapel. She couldn't possibly be coming again already? You peered through the slats and slapped your hand over your mouth again. 

It wasn't a scream of pleasure, but of agony. Your roommate was struggling against the form on top of her, blood gushing from her neck and immediately staining her white robes crimson. Cumulus held her down with ease, smiling with a full set of bloodied teeth. She leaned forward and this time you could hear her bite down onto the other side of the girl's neck, her screams and cries for help becoming distorted by choked gurgling sounds.

You breathed heavily through your nose despite your best efforts to keep quiet, your eyes locked on the massacre happening right in front of you. It was horrifying, but you couldn't find the strength to look away. You knew the ghouls were demons, but to attack a fellow Sibling? What was going on?

With wide eyes you could only watch as your roommate's struggling slowed, her shoves becoming weak and her cries growing quiet. Her hand attempted one final, feeble push against Cumulus before falling and laying limp at her side. You didn't need any further confirmation to know she was dead. 

The ghoulette lifted her face from the girl's neck, blood dripping down her chin staining even more of the snow white habit below her. You thought that maybe it would be over soon, that she had had her fill. But she was only getting started.

Claws easily shredded the fabric of her frock, exposing her chest to the demon. Cumulus licked her lips and suddenly a sickening crunch echoed through the chapel. You felt nauseous realizing that she had wrenched her way into the girl's chest, and the noise had been the sound of her bones cracking and breaking. The sound continued as she worked her way deeper, her bloodied hands pulling apart her rib cage to get to the real prize of the night. 

Reaching deep inside, Cumulus grabbed and pulled out her heart, which had still been weakly beating but a few moments ago. Bile rose to your throat as she ate that too, the sound of squelching sinew becoming too much to bear. Cumulus moaned as she chewed and swallowed, blood bursting from the organ and splattering her face and chest.

Finally, finally, you couldn't bring yourself to look anymore. With shaky legs, you manage to pull away, coming to slowly sit on the seat of the confessional again. You kept a hand clamped over your mouth, trying to quiet your breathing despite still being able to hear the carnage. Fearful tears welled in your eyes before overflowing and falling down your face. You could only silently pray that she finished her meal and went on her way, that she didn't know you were here and had seen everything. 

It took a while, the sounds of ravenous eating seeming to go on forever. You needed to figure out how to slip away, and what you would do once you did. You couldn't possibly stay in a ministry that allowed their ghouls to kill and eat members of their congregation, right?

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't realize at first that the sounds of eating had slowed and eventually stopped altogether. So it came as a complete surprise when the confessional door swung open. You screamed, only able to see the demon's silhouette until she took a step back into the filtered moonlight through the stained glass. 

"I was hoping you'd also find my message."

You couldn't speak for a moment, the sudden shock making you freeze up. "H-How... how d-did you know-" 

Cumulus smirked, tapping her pointed ear again. "Ghoul hearing," she purred, a mockery of what she told your roommate earlier. She was still drenched in the novitiate's blood, the shine of it showing even on her pitch black clothes.

"I knew you were here the whole time.” She started listing off on her bloodied fingers. “I could hear your labored breathing and stifled moans, smell how aroused you were seeing me eat out her sweet cunt, and I could see you watching from this little booth here~" She grinned, her teeth still bloody and sharp. "All that's left is to touch and taste you-" 

"Please," you whimpered, having an easier time finding your voice now when it was begging for your life, "I won't tell anyone, please-"

So close, so close, so close…

You were tangled in your sheets, having been at it for nearly an hour now. The vibe between your legs rubbed against your slick folds and tired clit. All you wanted was to cum, to end the needless frustration you had been feeling all evening and pass out peacefully in a state of bliss. But release still seemed to be just out of reach as your aching fingers worked the toy in just about every way you knew to be effective. When you finally felt that you were reaching the edge, you nearly wanted to sob with relief. 

Right there, almost, almost…

And then.

It stopped. 

Your eyes flew open in horror, realization dawning on you that your savior now rested dead in your hand. You felt yourself throb at the loss, little wracks of fleeting pleasure beginning to dissipate. 

"No, no, no," you groaned, pressing the button  repeatedly even though you knew damn well that it was no use. With a frustrated sigh, you tossed the vibe back into your open bedside drawer and slammed it shut. In a final act of desperation, you slipped your hand back down between your legs, rubbing frantically at your aching clit. But your fingers were already tired and cramping, fatigue settling into your joints.

With a huff you withdrew your hand, deciding that it was best to give up for the night and at least try to sleep. Rearranging yourself amongst the covers, you tried your best to even out your breathing and shut your eyes… for all of maybe two minutes.

It was no use. You were too wound up now that sleep seemed impossible. Your brain began flipping through possibilities at a rapid fire pace. You didn't have any other working toys at the moment, something you had been meaning to remedy, but hadn't had the time or money to shop for new ones. Fingers were too useless at this point, and you always had the hardest time getting off that way anyway. You would ask someone for… assistance, but it was the middle of the night. Most everyone was asleep or already entwined with a chosen partner until morning. But perhaps…

You laid in bed, suffering in thought. It's possible that a certain Papa would be willing to help with your predicament. But the problem was whether or not he already had another Sibling in his chamber. Sighing, you sat up and put on a robe. You figured it wouldn't hurt to at least try, especially with how your core still ached for release. 

Opening your door as quietly as you could, you slipped into the hallway and made your way towards the Papal chambers. The Ministry at this time was silent, making even the soft padding of your feet upon the marble floors sound louder than usual. Because of this, you felt the need to keep to the shadows cast by the wall sconces. You never knew if a ghoul or Sister Imperator could be patrolling the halls. 

Finally, you found yourself in front of Papa III's room. You stared at the plaque above the door with dread, trying to find the courage to knock. Papa had always encouraged Siblings to call on him for anything they needed, but what you needed felt so arbitrary you felt that even if he did answer you would be dismissed back to your room in shame. You stood there frozen until another pang of arousal shot through you, urging you to finally knock on the solid wood door, which felt deafening within the silent corridor. 

You held your breath, anxiously waiting for any sound from the room beyond, but you heard nothing. You listened for a few seconds, but it felt like minutes within the stillness around you. After a few moments you weren't even sure you wanted him to answer. What would you even say? He was a Papa! And your silly request probably wasn’t worth his time. 

With a sigh, you turned to leave. But then-

“Entra per favore.”

His words came softly from the room beyond and you stiffened, realizing that now you had to go through with this. Taking a deep breath to steel yourself, you gently opened the door. You had never been inside the papal bed chambers before, but it was exactly as you expected them to look. A large canopied bed brought your eyes directly to, obviously meant to be the focal point of the room. Papa had opted for black silk sheets and velvet curtains, with an assortment of pillows to match. The bed had a dark oak frame that matched the rest of the furniture, including a chaise lounge at the foot of the bed. A fireplace crackled softly off to the left, the flame low and log mostly embers now with how late into the night it was. Your eyes finally came to rest on Papa seated in a high backed chair, book in his hands as he read by lamplight. He was dressed in a dark velvety smoking jacket, his face devoid of his paints. But if anything, the lack of paint made his white eye stand out even more against his otherwise orthodox face. 

He smiled when he looked up, seeing your face poking in. “Ah, Sorella!” His voice was soft but no less animated. The smile lines on his face deepened as he met your eyes. “What can I be doing for you?” 

Your face reddened as you realized you had been staring. “Forgive me, Papa!” you squeaked. “I wasn’t expecting you’d still be awake.”

His expression is gentle. “It seems we are both having a sleepless night, eh?” He beckoned you further into the room after your small nod. You shuffled closer, closing the door softly behind you. "Now, tell me. How can your Papa help you?" 

You averted your gaze, still unsure about following through with your request. How exactly were you supposed to go about telling Papa your sex toy broke and you needed to climax or else you'd go insane? 

"I was um… partaking in the sins of the flesh and my… aiding device died on me." Sathanas, that sounded stupid. 

But Terzo nodded sagely, completely understanding your situation despite your convoluted way of describing it. "You are not the first," he confided, which made you breathe a sigh of relief. "But I have just the remedy." He opened his arms, coaxing you further still. "On my lap, Sorella." 

Face beet red, you did as he asked, awkwardly kneeling on either side of his thighs on the chair. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to him until your chest was flush with his. He gazed up at you, a hint of mischief hiding behind his kind expression. "No need to be shy now. It's easier if you relax, dolcezza." 

You nodded, still feeling a little wobbly on your knees. Your hands made their way to Terzo's shoulders for balance, lowering yourself more onto his lap. He looked pleased with your willingness to comply, tucking a loose hair behind your ear. 

"Come sei bella," he murmured, igniting a flame inside you. Ever so slowly and delicately, you felt his hands drift lower to fiddle with the tie on your robe. "May I?" He breathed. You nodded, biting your lip as he pulled it loose with ease. The silky material fell from your shoulders, exposing your torso to his searching gaze. He sucked in a breath at the sight of you, hands immediately coming to gently cup your breasts. You bit harder onto your lip at his touch, but a soft whimper still managed to escape. Suddenly his thumb was brushing your lower lip and pulling it from between your teeth. He tutted, "No need to hide those pretty noises from me." 

Your stomach flipped as he resumed, leaning forward to ghost his breath over your quickly hardening nipple - a kiss placed on the blushing bud. You shivered in anticipation as his tenderness sent small ripples throughout your body. His arm pressed against your lower back, pulling you against his awaiting mouth. You gasped as he sucked, tongue laving over the sensitive peak. 

Terzo then pulled off of you with a small pop before kissing again at the flushed skin. Soft whimpers and hums escaped through your nose along with your quickening breaths. Something about his tongue and mouth was driving you crazy, your hips bucking in his lap. His hands met with your hips and helped guide you. You realized with a whimper that you were already making a mess on his pants beneath you. 

"That's it, bella, just like that." His praises were quiet and calm despite his firm grip and hardening cock. He helped you rut down against his clothed erection, your dripping core already soaking through the material. Your head fell against his shoulder, panting and groaning into his neck as you focused on the growing arousal deep inside you. 

"Papa," you whined, clutching at the velvet of his jacket. 

Terzo knew exactly what you needed. Normally he would tease and make you tell him, but it was obvious to him that you had already suffered enough tonight. He reached down between your bodies, fingers running through the slick of your folds. He let out a gasp that faded into a groan. "So wet, Sorella. Cazzo. You like how your Papa touches you, hm?" 

You nodded aggressively into his shoulder, attempting to grind down onto his fingers. You gasped loudly as he finally added pressure to your clit. His strokes were varied as he figured out what you liked. He was extremely attentive to each noise you made, finally deciding on one when you moaned out a string of "yes" and "please". 

He kept at it, letting you grind and buck into his hand however you needed all while whispering praises into your ear. You never thought you'd be able to be with Papa like this. It was even better than you could have imagined, you thought as he brought you teetering to the edge. 

"Come for me, dolcezza. Make your Papa proud," he practically purred next to you. 

It was too much. You felt yourself falling off the edge, cumming hard on his fingers which never stopped working you through your orgasm. Your cries were muffled by his jacket as your body shuddered through waves of pleasure. Tears pricked your eyes as you finally brought yourself to look back at Terzo. He was smiling up at you, his eyes heady from the scent of sex in the air. 

"Can you do one more, tesoro mio?" he breathed, looking like he would beg if he needed to. Flustered, you nodded and watched as he quickly worked to pull out his aching erection. He was more than ready, the skin flushed and head already leaking for you. 

You steadied yourself as best you could on your still wobbly legs. You both sucked in a breath as the head of his cock rubbed against your folds, easily coating itself in your juices. He guided himself towards your entrance, and once he was positioned perfectly you allowed yourself to finally sink down onto him. Groans broke out from both of you in tandem as you slowly seated yourself again in his lap, thighs trembling from the feeling of taking all of him at once. 

It took some time to adjust to his size, the both of you panting as you looked each other in the eyes. You felt yourself gravitating towards him, lips seeking out his. He made no complaints, moaning into your mouth and gripping at your hips again. Once you felt ready, you began to move, rising up until Papa was still barely inside you before lowering back down again. 

He helped you find a rhythm and before long you were bouncing in his lap. His cock filled you deeply with every thrust and you couldn't help but cling to him. If he wasn't wearing the smoking jacket you were sure your nails would have left marks along his back. Terzo's hands were everywhere; gripping your hips to help you ride him, moving up to your breasts and teasing your nipples, gripping into your hair and pulling it back to expose your throat to his eager lips. You relinquished control to him, your only focus was on keeping rhythm as best you could. 

You felt that buildup deep in your gut again, and he could feel it too as you tightened around him. "Brava ragazza, you're doing so well," he cooed, nipping at your collar bones. "Much better to have the real thing, hm?" Your movements faltered, startled by his words. You tried to hide it, but nothing was missed by Terzo and you could tell by his sly smile. "It's okay, dolcezza, you can think of me when you touch yourself." He leaned closer to whisper in your ear. "I'm honored that you've already cum to the thought of me." 

You choked back a cry as your thighs shook, his filthy words having pushed you over the edge once again. He hissed as you came around him, grabbing your hips roughly to thrust one, two, three more times before spilling into you. You collapsed against his chest, his hot seed already leaking between your legs. 

You clung to each other as the rolling pleasure ebbed and flowed from you. Sathanas, you couldn't believe he could see through you that easily but… the fact he just knew was incredibly arousing. You would have jumped him again if you weren't so tired and it was already getting close to morning. 

Papa helped you up from the chair, directing you towards the bed. You looked up at him confused so he said, "I am not so cruel as to force you back to your room on such unsteady legs." Your face would've gone red again if you'd had the energy. 

"Dolcezza…" his tone was edged in warning.

He heard the tell tale jingling of a bell from the other side of the room. His lip twitched.

"I can't do it, Papa," your voice was soft.

"That doesn't mean you're allowed to stop."

He heard you sigh, the tinkling of the bell starting up again as your tired hips ground into the pillow on the bed. You were completely bare except for the collar hanging around your throat, and connected to it was the source of the jingling. You had come to Copia with an ache and needing relief. But Papa had work to do, so this was his solution - having you grind yourself on one of his pillows while the collar let him keep an eye (or ear) out for you.

You whined internally. The friction from the pillow was nice at first, but it could only get you so far before you were needing more. And he knew it. The amount of sleepless nights where he had done just the same gave him some perspective into your frustration. But your whines and whimpers were all too amusing. And arousing. He wasn't sure he could focus much on his work anyway.

Standing from his desk, the look of desperation on your face turned to one of anticipation as he came closer. He looked down into your eyes, frustrated tears threatening to spill over.

"Keep going, Principessa," he murmured, his gloved hand coming to gently caress the side of your face. You leaned into his touch, lust and adoration all too evident in your eyes. His thumb stroked your bottom lip before pushing itself inside, making you moan as you sucked on the soft leather. The dinging of the bell increased, your motivation returning with his attention. He watched as you sucked the digit in your mouth, feeling himself grow harder at the feeling of your tongue laving over the pad of his thumb. "Brava ragazza," he hummed, finally removing his hand.

You looked up at him questioningly before you felt him softly push you down onto your back, the bell clanging harshly as you fell onto the bed. He grabbed the pillow that had previously been between your legs, raising it up while never breaking eye contact with you. Your breath caught in your throat as he pressed it to his face. Inhaling deeply, his eyes finally closed leaving you to look back at the black sockets of his papal paint. He exhaled with a growl, tossing the pillow back to the bed before crawling towards you.

"I guess you do deserve a reward, after all," he groaned as his clothed erection brushed against the mattress. He brought his face towards your waiting pussy, his eyes taking in how it weeped for him. You were practically panting in anticipation as he finally, finally, gave you what you needed.

Your hips bucked up into his mouth with a cry as his lips met with your folds, the bell tinkling again at your neck. But he didn't devour you as he normally did. Instead he worked over you slowly, methodically, intending to savor your frustrations as he deliberately avoided your clit. Your supposed reward felt like even greater punishment. Soft whines and moans escaped you as you attempted to grind your cunt into his face, but he held you down in place with ease, causing a sob to wrack through your chest.

"P-Please, Papa, please," you begged, delirious with your need for release. But he ignored your cries to attend to his meal instead, groaning at your taste on his tongue. Tears fell freely now as you felt yourself begin to break from his cruelty. "Oh, Papa, please…"

He finally lifted himself up, black paint smeared across his lips and chin. "What is it you are wanting, hm?"

You didn't have the usual reservations you normally would when he wanted you to use your words, the torture had been too great. "I want to cum, Papa, please make me cum, please." Your words spilled from you without restraint, begging for relief. "I've been such a good girl, please Papa…"

"So polite," he teases, finally relenting. The thumb that had previously been in your mouth finally came in contact with your clit, your back arching with a cry as he made soft little circles there. You sobbed as you already felt yourself near the edge, his touch alone giving you the push you needed. His mouth came back to your folds, working his tongue down inside you. Your hands fisted into the sheets as you neared closer, and closer still. "Cum for me," he growled, his own need breaking his composure, "Cum on your Papa's tongue, dolcezza."

His words were the final straw as you felt yourself be flung over the edge with a scream, wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you as you came. The bell jangled as your body shook from the force of it, finally able to grind yourself onto Papa's face as much as you needed. He moaned into your cunt, drinking up everything you had to offer him like a man dying of thirst. Pulling back ever so slightly, he watched the last of your orgasm die down, your pussy contracting and clenching around nothing. It made his cock ache.

"Papa, oh Papa," you babbled almost incoherently as you came down from your high, not even realizing as Copia freed himself from the confines of his pants. You only did once he grabbed your hips, pulling you to him so his cock rested against your folds. You looked down at it, eyes still hazy from your tears. But even through the obscurity, arousal shot through your core.

This involves exactly what the picture implies, so please do not read any further if you aren't a fan of graphic depictions of torture and violence. Needless to say, MDNI

The room was cold when you finally came to, the sweat beading up on your skin now freezing. Your head hurt, a throbbing ache still pounding behind your eyes. Your body was upright, arms raised above your head but you found you couldn't move. Panic began its course as you realized you were completely devoid of clothing, vulnerable to the draft of this makeshift dungeon. You couldn't remember how you got here, only that the Cardinal had requested your presence urgently before-

The Cardinal…

Shakily you craned your head to look around the room. There were no windows and the walls and floor were stone, suggesting you were underground. The only light came from a few wall sconces and the fireplace crackling away in the corner with what looked like a rack of fire pokers next to it. In front of you was a table filled with surgical instruments and knives. You struggled with your binds, the metal around your wrists and ankles groaning against the frame you were attached to. 

"Ah, it seems the puttana has awoken." A chill ran up your spine, freezing at the sound of the Cardinal's voice from behind you. "Did you get your beauty sleep, cara?" 

"Why did you take me?" Your voice is hoarse. "I didn't do anything to you, Cardinal." You hear him stand from wherever he was sitting, slowly and methodically making his way towards you. 

"Our Dark Lord may be the father of all lies, Sorella, but that doesn't mean you are allowed to lie to me." He tuts, finally coming into view. He wore his red cassock, his usual biretta nowhere to be seen. 

You try to wrack your brain for any clue as to what he's talking about, but you can think of nothing. "Your Eminence, I don't know-"

You felt his hand around your face, the soft leather of his gloves digging into your cheeks and stopping you from speaking. His heterochromatic eyes pierced yours, as if trying to discern something behind them. After a moment he released you, your jaw aching. 

"I guess you really don't understand." He mused to himself, making his way towards the fireplace. You watched him warily. Rumors around the ministry warned of the Cardinal having a foul temper and unpredictable nature. And it seemed you were inadvertently on the receiving end of his ire. "Tell me, how do you feel about Brother Sebastian?" 

A pang of fear shot through you at the name. "He's a friend. We have a class together and we talk sometimes." You tried to keep your voice from shaking. "Please don't hurt him, he hasn't done anything." 

"He touched what is mine," the Cardinal snapped, voice firm and cold. He then bent to pick up something from the fire; another poker you must have missed. But as he turned around you could see it wasn't just an implement for stoking the fire. The end was flat and red hot, two backwards C's glowing in curling metal script. 

"As a boy, I had a habit of coveting things that were mine, or what I wanted to be mine." You felt yourself pale, eyes widening as he stepped closer. He inspected its fiery glow, ensuring the temperature was even throughout. "I learned that the only way to keep the other children away from my things was to mark it as such. Pen was much too easy to rub or scratch off, so I began to carve instead." You couldn't help but eye the table of knives and scalpels. He looked thoughtful as he reminisced. "But in the end, I found that branding was the quickest and most effective method. Even to this day." His eyes flicked to yours and your heart stopped under his gaze. 

He came closer still and your brain finally put the pieces together, your head shaking and your breath quickening. “Please, please no, please no…” Your pleas trailed off as he held the brand close to you. You could feel the heat emanating off of it even though it was still inches away. He reveled in the look of absolute terror on your face. “You’re insane,” you spat, your fear reducing your ability to speak rationally. 

“Tell you what, cara,” he ignores your words, “I’ll let you pick the next one, hm?”

“The next?” You felt lightheaded. 

“Si,” he nodded. “I have quite the collection. You didn’t expect just one, did you?” You wanted to throw up as he brought the red hot metal lower, hovering below your waist. “But the first choice is mine, as are you.”

A scream echoed within the walls of the nearly barren room, your throat beginning to burn but not as much as your skin. The Cardinal pressed the brand firmly to your thigh, holding it in place with a gloved hand to ensure the mark was as perfect as possible. It felt like forever before the iron was removed, the smell of burning flesh churning your stomach. Even at the awkward angle you could see you were branded as his, the letters “CC” marking your thigh forever in a blistering burn. 

The Cardinal eyed his handiwork, seeming satisfied with how it turned out. You shrieked as the leather of his gloves brushed your tender skin, his fingers caressing what he had done. Hot tears ran down your face with a sob, the pain already beginning to break you. With a smile he patted your face. 

“We are not done yet, dolcezza,” he said, walking back towards the rack of branding irons. 

“Please.” Your whisper still echoed in the room. “Please have mercy, Your Eminence.” 

"Alright, you ready?" 

Swiss sat with you in his lap, your back to his front. You were both sitting on your bed with his arms wrapped around your middle as he rubbed soothing circles over your hips with his thumbs. You nodded, fully willing for what lay ahead but nervous all the same. He rested his chin on your shoulder, pulling you close. 

"Just relax. Close your eyes, it'll make it easier." 

Possession was something you had been intrigued by ever since Swiss said it was an ability the Ghouls had. It was frowned upon for them to use it on Siblings but you were becoming desperate in your situation. 

You had been having a hard time finding any kind of release while he had been on tour. You just… had a hard time figuring out what made you tick. Swiss had you down pat, able to make you see stars at what seemed like no effort to him. But the last tour had been awful. Especially when you would see the videos of him the fans would post on social media. The way he acted on stage made you ache for him all those months. 

So when you brought up the idea with him, a mischievous look crossed his eyes as he immediately dragged you back to your room, tail flicking in expectation. And now you were here. Locked in his embrace. About to have your body and mind taken over by him. The thought was exhilarating, but that kind of vulnerability also made your heart race. 

You did as he asked. Your eyes closed and you attempted to calm your breathing. Then you felt it. Like a tickle in your brain at first, then it turned into more of a caress. Your head fell back against his shoulder as he took over your mind, then your limbs, starting at your fingertips and toes. You slowly lost the use of your body to him, giving it over completely. 

When you finally opened your eyes again, you knew it wasn't of your own volition. Your body moved on its own. You were no longer the pilot, merely a passenger in your mind. 

"How do you feel?" 

You felt him more than heard him inside your head. 

"F-Fine," you thought back. "It's like nothing I've ever felt before."

You felt him chuckle in your head. "Good. I'm happy to be your first possessor~" His words curled around your brain like a thick fog. You could tell he was a bit smug at being your first. "Now, let's get started, shall we?" 

You hummed in affirmation in your mind as your hands lifted, although not within your control. Swiss wiggled your fingers experimentally before having them dive over your skin, touching over your stomach and up to your chest. Your hands palmed at your breasts over your habit, fingers quickly finding your nipples through the fabric. Your breath hitched as he rolled and pinched them beneath your fingers, moaning into your mind. 

Your pleasure was now his own. 

But this was just the beginning for him. Next your hands skimmed down your thighs, tugging up the hem of your habit. He opened your legs wider, helping you relax against his body. Out of curiosity he turned your head up to look at him. His eyes were closed, as if almost in a meditative state. Even in a relaxed state you could still see his telltale smirk. He chuckled again and if you had control of your body currently you knew your face would be turning red. Of course he knew what you were thinking. He was literally in your head.

He went back to the task at hand, bunching up the fabric around your waist, allowing him access to your panties. He started by rubbing over the fabric, feeling the damp spot that was already there. There was a hum in your mind of appreciation. 

"Start slow," he thought softly. "You're very sensitive down here, so you'll need to work your way up." 

You tried to nod before remembering you couldn't, but he seemed to still understand your compliance. Your fingers pressed into the wet patch there, rubbing up and down your clothed slit before sliding up to rub circles over your clit. You moaned within your mind as he pressed your fingers down firmly, a pool of heat beginning to form in your belly as he found the perfect pressure and speed. 

He let your shared pleasure rise like that, until you both knew you needed more. Your fingers moved up, skimming along the elastic of your panties before slipping underneath. Both of you gasped in unison at the discovery of how wet you were. Swiss wasted no time in sliding your fingers between your folds, gathering the slick on your fingertips. He was practically purring in your mind. 

"Satanus, your body feels so good…" He said out loud and it was strange hearing your own voice intermixed with his. 

You whimpered back to him. He was right. Under his supervision you were already feeling better than you normally would on your own. He coaxed your legs wider, your body slumping against his as he lazily played with your clit. At that moment you realized this wasn't his first time doing this. 

The corners of your lips tugged up into a smirk. "Oh yes, I've done this before. Although, usually not with cute little things as willing as yourself." There was a dark edge to his tone and you mentally shivered at the implication. You felt yourself bite your lip as his fingers flicked over a particularly sensitive spot. "There it is," he moaned in your throat. 

The build up in your belly grew bigger, hotter as he focused on that spot towards the top of your clit. You could only whine in your head, your body completely at his mercy. You tried to pay attention as best you could to what he was doing, but it just felt so good. Having Swiss know you even better than he did before was a dangerous game to play. 

Your hand reached down again, gathering your own slick to keep your fingers moving smoothly over your clit. Your breathing became heavier under his ministrations, his own excitement and pleasure keeping everything going. He was losing himself now, your hips moving up in time with your hand as he maneuvered your fingers expertly along your pussy. Soft moans and curses left your mouth as the fire within you became hotter and tighter in your belly. 

"Your cute little body wants to come so bad for me," he purrs, not even faltering in his onslaught. He knew there was no point in dirty talking when you didn't even have control over your own body. He was doing it just for you, sensing how riled up you were from being trapped inside your head and only able to feel how good everything felt. And it was true. You felt yourself going crazy from the pleasure. 

He suddenly pulls your hand away and you can't help but whine internally. He hushes and coos to you in your mind before lifting your hips up, quickly pushing your underwear down your legs and kicking them off. He spreads you wide for him, fingers quickly finding your clit again as your other hand sinks a finger inside your throbbing cunt. You both cry out, hips coming off the bed in little pulses as your fingers work you towards the edge. 

"Swiss! I'm… fuck!" 

"I know, sweetheart. I want it too," he grunts in your voice as he slides a second finger in. Your hips were thrusting up to meet your fingers, helping push them towards that sensitive spot inside. The burning coil inside your gut felt so hot, stretched tight and ready to snap. "Just a little more," you hear yourself whine out loud. He was desperate for it too. 

Everything came undone as he moved your fingers harshly over your clit, the coil snapping as you both came all over your fingers. A hellish mixture of both your voices cried out, back arching off the bed as your fingers continued to help you ride out your orgasm. Your body shuddered with waves of pleasure even as it finally began to relax down into the bed. 

Once your trembling eased slightly, you felt Swiss pull your hands away, looking at the fresh cum coating your fingers. Before you realized what he was doing, they were in your mouth, your tongue tasting the tanginess of yourself with a groan. He cleaned your fingers eagerly and then suddenly he was gone from your mind, his real arms wrapping around you from behind. 

"So obviously I know how you feel," he smirked into your neck, "but how was it?" 

"Amazing," you breathed, hand dropping back down to your side. "I've never been able to make myself feel that way." 

"I'm glad," he purred into your skin.

"It's just," he paused at the concern in your voice. "It was so good, but I'm not sure if I remember everything you did properly…" You let the statement hang with intention. 

You felt him start to harden beneath you as he pulled you closer. 

I spent the rest of the afternoon contemplating my strategy for the Gauntlet, as Sister Imperator called it. I figured Sloth and Gluttony would be easy enough and could be done by myself, and almost everyone in the Ministry was always down for a quick fuck so Lust wouldn't be an issue either. But for the others I'd have to get creative. 

Eventually I found myself in one of the smaller chapels of the Ministry, having wandered there without realizing. It was quiet, only a few Siblings sitting amongst the pews. This place in particular was best for quiet worship and inner contemplation. Exactly what I needed. 

I took a seat towards the back. I couldn't help but sigh, which echoed slightly with how quiet it was in the room. My mind was racing with the mass influx of information I had received today. I wasn’t sure how to process any of it, let alone plan out how I was going to perform seven deadly sins within seven days. Obviously it wasn't impossible, but where to even start? And was I worthy of such a position even if I did manage to complete it? 

My eyes glossed over the stained glass of the chapel, taking in the scenes of Ministry lore. They eventually landed on the iconography of the Dark Lord Himself. Staring into His eyes made something click in my mind, my decision made in an instant. 

I had always liked a challenge anyways… 

… 

The next morning my ears were trained on the conversations around me as I made my way through the dining hall with breakfast. I didn’t normally care much for the whereabouts of the ghouls, but today I had a bone to pick with one in particular. 

I noticed a table of younger Siblings, giggling amongst themselves and I figured they'd be my best bet. I sat with my food a few feet away, listening intently to their not so private conversation as I picked at my muffin. 

"Yes! More have been summoned lately, they're all so feral still!" one Sister said, blushing at her own implication. 

"Has anyone seen the Cardinal's fire ghoul yet? I heard he's got a real bad temper. I'm worried about running into him," said another Sister. 

Bingo

"Yeah, his name is Dewdrop," a Brother replied, leaning in and lowering his voice. "Makes sense why he'd be so angry all the time if that's the name they gave him." 

"No, I think it's because he's compensating for something," I interjected, the other Siblings turning to look at me. "And not just his height," I smirked. 

A couple Sisters giggled nervously, eyes darting around as if anxious of him currently being in the room. "What makes you say that?" The Brother asked. 

I shrugged. "Just a hunch. But I've known plenty of people with the same issues. Why would a ghoul be any different?" I was lying through my teeth, but these guys wouldn't question me. I was an older Sibling with a lot more experience than them. As expected, they all started murmuring to themselves about what I had said about Dew. I sipped my coffee as my plan took affect. Word travelled fast through the Ministry and with any luck I'd have results by this afternoon. 

…

My steps echoed along the walls of the corridors as I wandered through the Abbey, taking care to walk through every shadow and dark hallway I could in the hope a certain someone would take the bait. I wasn’t sure if my heart was racing from fear or adrenaline, but the reason didn’t really matter. Pumping blood would help lure out any ghoul that was hunting.

Sure enough, I didn’t have to wait long before I felt something wrap around my waist and quickly pull me into a random storage closet. The door slammed shut and I only had time to let out a yelp before a clawed hand clamped over my mouth, stifling any other noise I could make. 

"Heard you were talking shit, Sister," a low voice growled in my ear. "Where was that attitude yesterday when you were flat on the floor, huh?" Dew held me close to his body with his tail, the heat emanating off of him in waves. 

I took a chance at elbowing him in the ribs, biting down hard on the hand covering my mouth. His howl within the confined space was overwhelming, but my maneuver wasn't as effective for escape as I'd hoped. I felt myself being slammed against the wall, his forearm pressing down on my throat. 

"The fuck was that?" Even in the dark closet I could see his fangs glinting in a sneer. "Are you just trying to piss me off?" 

You have no idea, I thought as I thoroughly put the final nail in my coffin by spitting square in his face. He fumed at me, the glob of spit rolling down his cheek. I would have laughed if I wasn't about to die right then and there. 

Dew wiped his face, looking at his hand for a moment before jamming his fingers in my mouth, the tips of them touching the back of my throat and making me gag. "If you want rough, bitch, I'll give you fucking rough," he snarled, his hand grasping my jaw and bringing it down with enough force to bring me to my knees. 

I felt my head hit the wall behind me. Through my ringing ears I could hear a belt being undone and my eyes widened in the dim light at the length of him. "Still think I'm compensating for something?" He removed his fingers, only to replace them with his cock. His now free hand tore off my veil, wrapping itself in my hair and pulling. "Suck." I did so dutifully, although I didn't have much choice as his grip pushed me further down to his pubic bone. "If I feel teeth, I'll snap your neck before you can even think your final prayer." 

I nodded as much as I could, bobbing my head while his hand remained fisted in my hair. He made me take his entire length each time, my nose pressing into the patch of hair above his cock. Dew groaned as his hips rolled, still angry as hell but finally allowing himself to take pleasure in my mouth. I did my part in keeping him satisfied, tears streaming down my face as I struggled to breathe around him. Every time he pushed all the way in I gagged, and he seemed to relish in how my throat contracted around the head of his cock with every thrust. 

After he'd finally had enough, he pulled me back by my hair. I coughed, gasping on air again. He yanked me up until I was back on my feet, back pressed against the wall. His hand moved from my hair to my throat, the ability to breathe quickly fleeting. I clawed at his wrist as I choked. 

"Sluts like you need to remember their place," he hissed, his other hand roughly hiking up my habit to my waist. I tried to shake my head but was only met with the sound of my underwear being torn away. His hand cupped my pussy and he paused, huffing in surprise. "You're absolutely soaked, Sister," he chuckled. "Is this the only way you can get off? By messing with dangerous ghouls?" 

I whimpered, my face flushed, not even realizing how wet I'd gotten from his abuse. I didn't have time to ponder whether this was a new kink or not because the head of his cock was already rubbing along my slit, easily becoming coated in slick. He groaned, his face burying itself into my shoulder as he pressed himself fully inside, not wasting any time in starting a brutal pace. My head slammed into the wall causing the shelves of cleaning supplies to shake with every thrust. My mind started going fuzzy from the continued lack of air and I could only cling to him for dear life. 

Despite how rough he was, I couldn't help how tightly my cunt squeezed around him, his cock dragging along my inner walls and hitting that sweet spot inside with every thrust. I could tell it was working him up quickly, his moans and snarls coming more frequently against my skin as he pounded into me. 

I came back to reality for a moment as claws dug into my skin, tearing at the collar of my habit and reducing it to shreds. "Gonna mark you up nice and good," Dew panted into my skin, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Can't have you forgetting what it means to fuck around with me." 

He groaned as his hips shuddered, biting down hard into my shoulder. I let out a silent scream, my own hips rutting against his as he unloaded into me. Even his cum felt burning hot as it flooded my insides. I gave a strangled cry as I forcibly came around him, milking his cock of everything he had. It was only when he finished that he finally released my throat, letting me crumple to the dirty floor of the closet. 

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing my blood across his face as he looked down at my pathetic state. "Not bad," he licked his lips. "Let me know if you wanna do this again sometime." I watched with blurry vision as he tucked himself away, straightening out his clothes before opening the door into the corridor. "Thanks for the fuck, Sister," he chuckled before leaving me in the dark again. 

"Who gave you those?" Sister Chloe asked.

I was staring at the bruises Dew gave me in our full length mirror. They littered my neck and shoulder, as well as my hips in certain places. They were all deep purple and angry looking, barely even starting to heal. Beginning the Gauntlet right out the gate with wrath probably wasn't my smartest move. 

"Had a random encounter with a ghoul," I frowned, finding yet another one on my leg from where I'd fallen to the floor. I poked at it. Yep, still hurt. 

"Yikes, you get a feral one or something?" 

"Something like that…"

Chloe and I had been roommates ever since we were novitiates, so we knew almost everything about each other. She also knew that having a random quickie with a ghoul wasn't exactly my thing. She gave me another once over but didn't ask any more questions, probably figuring I'd tell her if I wanted to. I so desperately did, but for obvious reasons I couldn't. 

"I'm taking the day off," I changed the subject, turning away from the mirror to head towards my wardrobe. "Do you still have any more of that salve from Papa Secondo?" 

"Yup!" She hopped off the bed and made her way to our shared bathroom. 

I pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a tank top, then worked to put my hair up in a messy bun. No need to put in any effort today. Chloe came back with the salve before departing to start her Sisterly duties, telling me to get some rest before the door closed gently. I took care to rub the salve onto all my bruises. Papa's salves and elixirs tended to work miracles, which is what I was really needing right now. Once I was smelling strongly of mint and eucalyptus I flopped down onto my bed, wondering what all I should do to really hammer home the whole Sloth thing. 

An idea popped into my head as I remembered the joint I had bummed off of Sister Vivienne a little while ago. Digging through my bedside table I found it and my lighter. Getting comfortable amongst the pillows I lit it up and took that first earthy drag. I coughed profusely as the smoke settled in the back of my throat. I guess it had been a while since I’d done this. 

Once I got used to the burning sensation, it didn't take long for me to sink further into the bed, scrolling aimlessly through my phone. This felt… nice actually. I hadn't really let myself relax like this in ages. After a little while, I started to become bored with what was on my phone and tossed it aside with a huff. Maybe this sin was going to be harder to complete than I thought. I sighed, letting my mind wander. This felt like such a waste. I couldn’t even catch up with Chloe because she wasn’t even here. 

Wait. 

I felt my cheeks heat up at the thought my brain had suddenly come up with to ease my boredom. I took a second to listen, making sure my roommate was indeed gone and not coming back to barge in with no warning. With the coast clear, I slipped a hand beneath the waistline of my sweatpants, rubbing a couple fingers over the cotton of my underwear. I let out a shaky breath. It felt like it had been forever since I had the room to myself, so doing something like this felt so strange. My mind, ever the vessel for intrusive thoughts, decided to wander back to what happened in the closet yesterday. I felt my body tense, my other hand brushing gently over the marks left by Dewdrop. Even if he had been rough, I had cum after all. 

My fingers pressed down more firmly, feeling myself begin to soak through my panties as I remembered what happened. Eyes fluttering closed, I allowed myself to indulge, fingers working faster over my clit. As my breathing started to pick up, there was a knock at the door. 

Startled, I clumsily withdrew my hand and wiped it roughly on my sweats. I groaned quietly, figuring it was probably Chloe coming back because she forgot something. I waved what was left of the smoke away and made my way to the door. But when I opened it, I was surprised to see a silver ghoulette mask looking down at me. 

"Oh!" I straightened up slightly, although my disheveled appearance and stench of weed probably didn't help at all. "Um, sorry I wasn't expecting anyone. Can I help you?" 

"Actually, I came by to help you," her eyes behind the mask darted to the bruising on my neck and shoulders. "I heard Dew bragging about the number he did on a Sister and I wanted to see if you were alright." Her voice was mature but kind sounding, not exactly what I was expecting. 

"Oh, that's… extremely sweet of you.” The situation felt even more awkward now given my current state. As well as what I had previously been doing. “Well, I’m doing alright. Just trying to relax today.”

I swore I could hear her snort behind the mask. “I can tell.” I would have been more embarrassed if she didn’t still sound so kind about it. She raised her arm, holding her hand out stiffly. “I’m Cirrus, by the way.” 

Slightly taken aback, I shook her outstretched hand. “Oh! Are you the one that’s been playing the organ during mass?” She nodded. “You play beautifully.” 

“Thank you,” she hummed appreciatively, her head cocking to the side. 

The air hung with awkward silence as we both weren’t entirely sure what to say next. I cleared my throat. “Would you like to come in for a minute? I apologize for the um, smell,” I grimaced. “I wasn’t expecting any company until my roommate got back from chore duty.”

The ghoulette took a step inside the room. “It doesn’t bother me,” she quipped brightly. “You wouldn’t believe how the ghoul den smells after the boys throw a rager.” I felt my nose wrinkle at the thought. “Do you still have any left?” I was surprised by her question, but nodded, coming back over to the bed where I had left the other half of the joint in a tray on the end table. 

As I lit it back up, I noticed her taking her mask off out of the corner of my eye. Once I got it lit, I turned to look at her properly. She was beautiful, with dark hair and pale eyes that looked like they knew more than she was letting on. 

“Bring it here, hun,” she motioned for me to hold out my hand. 

Her lips met my hand as I held the joint out for her between my fingers. She took a long drag, her eyes never leaving mine. Even the way she exhaled the smoke from her mouth was erotic, gray tendrils curling up from her mouth to frame her face. I felt something inside me twitch with need. I brought the joint back to my own mouth, hand trembling slightly as I took another hit to calm my nerves. 

On my exhale, Cirrus crawled towards me on the bed, motioning for another hit. I held it up for her as she took an even longer drag but she didn't blow it out this time. Instead, she grabbed the neckline of my tank top, pulling me towards her. She used my surprised gasp as an excuse to bring her lips to mine, shotgunning the smoke into my lungs with an extra gust of air. 

I pulled back coughing and gasping, my lungs burning and the high hitting me like a freight train. I felt myself falling back on the bed, my eyes unfocused as Cirrus laughed low in her throat. Her tail swished back and forth in anticipation before it wrapped itself around my thigh, pulling me towards her. My sudden view of the ceiling was quickly overtaken by her face. 

"Hm, you're cute when you don't know what's happening, huh?" Her tail gave me a squeeze. "I'm going to help you relax,okay?" 

I could only nod, mind already feeling foggy as she plucked what was left of the joint from my fingers. She took another drag, smiling down at me as her lips met mine again. My eyes drifted closed, the kiss feeling like it lasted forever. Whenever I felt I needed more breath, it was like fresh air was being pushed into my lungs. I allowed myself to relax in her embrace, letting her maneuver my body however she pleased. The high meant every touch and caress was electrified, tiny tingles coursing through my body deliciously. 

When my eyes opened again, I realized my legs were now spread for her, my sweatpants somehow removed during the kiss. In stoned bliss, I couldn't even care at how exposed I was to someone I had just met not even 20 minutes ago. The rest of the joint was long gone.

Cirrus caressed the side of my face, looking down at me with a mixture of amusement and pity; as if this was all too easy for her. "You know," she hummed, almost to herself as her hand began to trail languidly down my body. "Dew wouldn't shut up about how good you smelled." She smiled thoughtfully, fingers barely brushing over my pert nipples through my tank top. It made my breath catch in my throat, releasing itself as a soft moan. She looked pleased with my reaction. "I know now what he meant," she sighed contently. "I can smell how wet you are already." 

My thighs trembled, clenching together slightly. Not from embarrassment, but arousal. Her soft voice and sultry words only furthered to lull me deeper into the mattress. Her fingertips caught the hem of my top, pushing it up until my breasts spilled out the bottom. I felt myself flush as her eyes took in my body, vulnerable to her gaze. 

“Adorable,” she breathed, leaning down to lave her tongue along the newly exposed skin. My body tensed as she drew closer to a nipple, but she stopped short, making my body want for her. She glanced up at me through her lashes with a smirk before finally giving me what I needed; my waiting nipple in her hot mouth. A whine broke from me, her eye contact making the coil in my stomach tighten. I couldn't help but rub my thighs together, hoping the friction could ease the ache between them. 

It didn't. It also didn't go unnoticed by Cirrus. 

She pulled off of me with a soft pop, my skin pink and slightly sore. "Oh, sweetheart," she cooed, "you want it that bad already?" I nodded without realizing, her eyes reflecting her amusement. “Well, you’ve been so good, how can I say no? Especially when you smell so appetizing…” She let her words trail off as her eyes flitted down to my panties, no doubt completely soaked by now. My brain felt too foggy and needy to be embarrassed now. All I wanted was her hands, lips, anything of hers against mine. Despite this, she couldn’t help but tease as she slowly slipped the cumbersome fabric down my legs. The cool air of my room met with my damp heat below, causing me to whine involuntarily. Cirrus hushed me softly. “I know, I know. I’ll make it better soon.”

Underwear now tossed aside, I felt her fingers tease me apart, letting her get a good look at… well everything. She hummed appreciatively and immediately dove in, her tongue gliding along my slick folds. I gasped sharply, the anticipation having been too much as I bucked into her mouth. She took it in stride, letting me ride her mouth however I needed to. And oh, how I needed to. Everything felt completely different than it had the day before. While Dew had been rough and brutal, Cirrus took her time with me, fully enjoying herself as much as I was. Every moan of hers was mirrored by me as I let myself become putty against her. 

While it certainly felt like she was down there longer than the average person, it still felt too soon when she pulled away, her face slick with my arousal. “Sathanas, you’re so sweet,” she panted, licking her lips. I whimpered as she eyed me hungrily, more than ready for more of whatever else she had in store for me. I felt her fingers now tracing along my folds, creeping lower and lower until I felt them begin to press against my opening. “How many?” she purred, a smirk evident even through my unfocused vision. 

My sluggish brain took a second to realize what she was asking. “T-Two, please,” I winced internally at how my voice cracked. 

“Thought so,” she hummed, sinking two digits slowly inside. I instantly clamped down with a moan as she pushed them deep to the knuckle. She chuckled. “That feel good or something?” she teased. 

“Lucifer, yes!” I whined, hips already grinding into her hand desperately. “Please, Cirrus, please keep going!”

She grinned, her fangs flashing and making my stomach flip. “Alright, alright.” Her fingers finally moved, pumping in and out slowly and curling just right. “So desperate for me to fuck this needy little cunt, aren’t you?”

Her words only added fuel to the fire in my belly, causing me to choke on a sob with a vigorous nod. Her smile grew wider and her fingers moved faster, easily hitting the spot inside that made spots dance across my vision. My eyes squeezed shut, my arm flopping over them to shield them. Everything was too much. I only wanted to focus on how she felt inside me, nothing else. I already felt so close. So when I suddenly felt her mouth on my clit, I cried out, my body jolting. . She moaned against me, sending tingles up and down my spine as I raced towards the edge, silently begging and pleading with the Dark Lord to let me just fall already. 

As if Cirrus was the one hearing my prayers, she sucked harshly on my clit, sending me crashing over the edge in a tidal wave of ecstasy and expletives. I could barely register as I felt her tongue move down, capturing all my juices as I clenched around her fingers. I rode her fingers and tongue as I slowly came down from the high… or at least one of them. Eventually I was able to peek up at her from beneath my arm. The ghoulette finally pulled away once she had her fill, sucking her fingers clean like she had just finished the most delicious meal. My gut did another flip. She looked as breathless as I did. 

“Fuck, Sister,” she licked her lips, “I’ll definitely have to try a bite next time if your pussy alone is this good.”

Some of my inhibitions must have returned after the orgasm as I felt my face burn. “Anytime,” I breathed, still absolutely mesmerized by her. 

She hopped off the bed with a little hum, coming up to meet my face in a messy kiss that let me taste myself on her. “I’ll hold you to it,” she smiled, grabbing her mask. “Now, get some actual rest. But that should have helped.” Her hand gently brushed my hair from my face.

As if on cue, I felt exhaustion fall over me in a wave, a yawn forcing itself from me. My eyes were closed before I even saw her leave the room. 

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