Plot: You’ve been an assistant to Terzo and the clergy for a year. After some weeks of not getting to spend time with him due to your hectic schedules, you finally get the chance to have one on one time with him while accompanying him on tour.
Warnings: Flirting, mentions of sex
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“Does Nihil have to insist on sending out this Message From The Clergy newsletter every month? I understand writing about what’s going on in the ministry- but this section on this year’s 5 greatest saxophone solos is just…”
“I take it saxophone isn’t your instrument of choice, si?” Terzo chuckled as he smoothed out the lapels of his suit, checking out his appearance in the dressing room mirror.
You were traveling with the band for their current ritual tour; you were an assistant to the band whenever they travelled. It could be grueling work at times, especially when Terzo and the Ghouls weren’t having a smooth night, or if the after parties got too wild and you were stuck trying to corral a bunch of drunken Ghouls. But, It was interesting fun none-the-less, though. You preferred it over hanging around the ministry all the time like some of the Siblings of Sin did. However, when the tour seemed to drag on and on, you found yourself craving the sanctity of your own room and quiet time more and more.
“I don’t have a problem with the saxophone, Terz’. I just think it’s a bit biased that your father named himself as first place for all 10 of them,” you laughed, pausing to let your eyes skim over to another section.
You smiled when you spotted a photo of Copia holding one of his pet rats.
“This is cute, though.” You pointed out a certain page in question to show Terzo. “The Cardinal’s Rat of the Month. I see he chose Esther this time- oh- Primo has gardening tips, too.”
You continued to smile down at the page, taking in Copia’s picture and finding yourself thinking about how striking he looked. His painted eyes stared back at you through the page, and you found it peculiar to be seeing him in this type of way. You liked the Cardinal well enough; the two of you had gotten just about as close as you had with Terzo, and some of the other members of the clergy - specifically the Ghouls that helped front the band. Copia had always come across as endearingly awkward to you, though. Whether he was showing off his rats or being seen around the ministry riding leisurely on his trike. Perhaps that was where his charm came from, though. There was an innocence about him that wasn’t very common in this line of work.
“Mhm, striking and-“ Terzo paused running a comb through his raven black hair to get his part just right. “Perfect,” he purred at himself.
“Hellooo.” You waved the newsletter in front of Terzo’s face to block his gaze from the mirror. “I hope you’re listening. Nihil’s definitely gonna ask if you read this.”
“Mia cara, please. Your Papa is getting ready for a Ritual, eh? I have more pressing matters than the old man trying to occupy his retirement time.”
“As an assistant to the clergy and, especially, a Papa - it’s my job to tell you that you look great,” you replied, laying the newsletter on the vanity where Terzo sat, gazing at him through the mirror. “And you do. Trust me. The women and men are gonna be throwing their garments on stage and offering up their first borns to Sathanas to you, like always.”
“Hmm, si.” Terzo turned his stone gaze to you through the mirror this time, and his mismatched eyes studied your face. “And when can I expect to add more of your garments to my ever growing collection?” His statement was punctuated by a sly smirk.
You stared at that piercing gaze of his through the mirror, only tearing your eyes away long enough to try and hide the blush on your cheeks. When you did muster the courage to turn your eyes back to him in the mirror, he was still staring at you. Terzo had a natural scowl to his expression; he always looked like he was ready to scold someone. His intimidating expression was only enhanced by his papal paint and that coy smirk that was always plastered on his - very kissable - lips.
You scanned over his eyes once more and had to make a conscious effort not to bit your lip right in front of him and give your neediness away. You were trying to hold onto some semblance of professionalism. But that was always impossible whenever you were alone in a room with a man that embodied the very definition of lust.
“Oh, so I am still catching you eye, then?” You hummed back at him, letting a smile tug at the corner of your lips.
Terzo scoffed at you, turning his head to look at you directly this time as he observed you from the corners of his eyes. He was looking at you in the same way that a lion might fixate it’s attention on it’s s next meal. It seemed as if Terzo had the same idea based on that familiar glint in his eyes.
“Don’t be coy, Tesoro. Don’t try to pretend that you and I don’t eye fuck each other during black mass all the time.” Terzo’s tongue brushed against his bottom lip, like he was re-living some of the past encounters the two of you had in the past. “I have missed your company. Don’t think that you aren’t on my mind.”
The man was terrifying and suave all rolled into one, and it was slightly infuriating at times.
You weren’t shy or innocent by any means, of course. After all, you were working for a satanic clergy - but, even so, Terzo had a way of making you clam up and feel shy. That being said: you weren’t any stranger to his charms, or his voracious appetite for carnal pleasures. You had only been with the ministry for a year, and it had only taken your first 2 weeks of that time for you to succumb to his charm. You had no complaints there, though. It was a well known fact that he had bedded a decent half of the clergy’s members - how he didn’t yet have any little Terzo’s running around was a compliment within itself.
You chewed into your lip, replaying the smoothness of his tone over and over in your ear. His tone and accent were like as pleasing as the feeling of silk against skin - it was the best way to describe it. And hearing his voice tell you that he missed you was enough to sent you melting into a puddle right where you sat. Somehow you managed to keep your composure, though, but all you really wanted to do was pounce him right then and there. If you weren’t on a time limit for him to go onstage, that would have been the case.
“We do make eyes at each other during Mass,” you admitted through a sigh, crossing your legs to stave off the arousal settling between your legs. “I’ve missed you, too. I know Sister Imperator keeps us both on a fast-paced schedule a lot of the time. I feel like Mass is the only time I’ve seen you these last few weeks.”
You turned your gaze down to your hands as you fidgeted with your fingers, but you could still feel those piercing eyes of Terzo’s boring into you. You pulled your eyes back up to his, locking in a stare with him for a moment. It was almost funny, because you knew that fans from the rituals would kill for a moment like this.
“Maybe I should start coming to confession. I’d see more of you then, yeah?” You finally added.
“I would make time for you either way, bellissima. But, if you have much to confess, then who is a Papa to deny you, eh?”
The clergy kept you rather busy at times, and with Terzo being a busy Papa, it was safe to say he always had a lot on his plate. But, you were thankful for times like these when you could accompany he and the Ghouls while they toured, and it surprisingly provided a more intimate setting where it was just the two of you. You knew Terzo had a harem of siblings that were always vying for a chance to get some time alone with him - whether it just be because they wanted to have confession with him, or a little more than just a confession.
You’d be a liar if you said it didn’t send the smallest tinge of jealousy through you whenever you saw him getting involved with someone else. But, at the same time, you knew that it was just who he was in his nature, and it was just a benefit of his role within the church. Everyone wanted to be close to him; no matter if that meant physically, mentally, or spiritually. He had a role to fulfill and he did it well - too well sometimes. He was so good at what he did that it was the sole reason why you felt this ache in the pit of your stomach for him at night, and it was the reason why your hand often found it’s way between your thighs during those times. The man could have you begging for Lucifer’s mercy, even when he wasn’t around.
You smiled again, eyeing Terzo closely this time. “Then I have confessions to make, Papa.”
Terzo smirked, keeping his eyes level with yours. You watched his chest rise as he took in a deep, satisfying breath before he let it out slowly. His gloved hands came up to smooth out the lapels of his suit as he finally lifted himself out of his chair, standing in front of you as his eyes cast a shade darker. He reached out, placing his gloved fingers beneath your chin to lift your head up to look at him.
“And what is your confession?” Terzo purred, grasping your chin gently.
A/N: Thank you all for all of the love on Part 1! I’m sorry it took so long to get this out, I’ve been swamped at work lately. If anyone has any fic or headcanon requests for Papa 3, just send ‘em my way. 💕
Plot: just a continuation of Missionary Man [Part 1]
“As much as I want to confess right now… I also have to keep you on track with going onstage, Papa.” Your voice was almost a squeak as your face was still being held by Terzo’s hand. “I still have to do my job.”
Terzo’s lips pressed into a thin line and he gave you a quick nod before dropping his hand to his side again. He turned back to the mirror once more, giving himself the final outfit check - he was always adamant about looking put together, and it always showed based on his exquisite suits, stunning Papal robes, and right down to his calm and lustrous demeanor. For a moment, you thought you might have angered him, or made it seem like you were trying to reject him in a subtle way, and that sent a wave of panic through you.
“Terz-“
you were promptly cut off before you could even get his name out of your mouth, and that was probably for the best, considering that your voice would’ve sounded small as you tried to explain yourself.
“I know. The ritual comes first, and then we can resume this… confession… si?.” Terzo shot a reasurring smile at you through the mirror. “We still have a job to do here.”
“We do.” You let out a little sigh that conveyed how much you didn’t want to be professional at the moment. “Speaking of: it’s time for you to go backstage.”
“Mhm,” Terzo hummed, folding his arm behind his back to take that proper stance that always seemed to drive you wild. “A lot of ground to cover tonight, cara mia.”
There were a few moments of silence between the two of you. Both of you seemed to be caught up in your own thought process about the way the rest of the night might possibly play out. We’re the confessions taking place here? The hotel? Somewhere else? The possibilities were endless, but you weren’t very picky about where any of it took place. All you knew was that you wanted Papa Emeritus III’s cock buried inside of you within the next two hours, or you were bound to just lose it.
Terzo finally turned his eyes and attention over to you after that bout of prolonged and tense silence.
“Half an hour will seem like an eternity, no?” He asked as if he had just plucked those thoughts directly from your brain.
“Well, I’ve waited this long to have some time with you, so, I don’t think another hour will kill me - hopefully.” You smiled in amusement, and silently willed yourself to last a little longer.
So far, you were doing fairly decent at keeping your mind on your job itself, but that seemed to get a little harder with Terzo stepping towards you now. He stared down at you, and his eyes were still consumed with that look of hunger from before. You swallowed down the lump that had settled in the back of your throat, and started to become very noticeable to you that your arousal was only growing as Terzo’s gaze almost put you in a trance-like state. His hand came up once more to grasp you tenderly by the chin, giving you a pull towards his body.
“Bravo ragazza.” Terzo’s accent came out velvety and smooth as he purred at you.
That was it, and that was all it took for your arousal to come fully into fruition. You weren’t very fluent in Italian, but you knew enough from your time at the ministry to know when your Papa was calling you a good girl. You clamped your thighs together right where you stood, forcing yourself not to moan out loud at his words, or just forget about the ritual all together and drop down to your knees in front of him.
It was practically like the floodgates had opened at that moment - figurative and literally, let’s just be honest about that - because every single encounter that you had with him never failed to make a puddle form between your legs. Every passing glance at Mass, the way he strutted the halls with such a balanced and confident stride, and his eyes… those fucking eyes that you’d been so desperate to watch bore holes into your soul while he was between your legs again… it was all you wanted at that moment.
“Y-you really-“ you had to cut yourself off to take a deep breath and swallow down that lump in your throat again, “You really have to go backstage now, Papa.”
Terzo, already sensing your emotions let that smug smile pull at his painted lips again. He gave your chin another small squeeze before lowering his head to press a quick peck to your lips, only letting the heat between the two of your linger for less than a second. He pulled away with a small, teasing hum as he dropped his hand from your face.
“I assume you’ll still be here when I return, hmm?”
“Yeah, definitely not going anywhere.” You caught your bottom lip with your teeth this time.
You couldn’t done everything in the book to try and hide the way that you were feeling or how goddamn desperate you were to have that man on top of you, but it was of no use. Terzo wasn’t a fool, and he knew exactly the type of effect that he had on you, because it had never been much of a secret. There really was no way of keeping secrets from him anyway. He always seemed to know exactly what you needed and when, especially if it involved a need for him; it was like he could smell it on you like you were in heat, or something. Then again, perhaps you were when it came down to the brass tacks of it. The man seemed to hit the on switch for your most primal instincts, and it left you wanting him in the most animalistic of ways.
Needless to say, Terzo was a very versatile lover from what you had already witness from him. He didn’t have any hangups about trying new things, nor was he on some sort of “alpha male” power trip where you were just expected to lay there and let him fuck you without complaining. He could be dominate if needed or wanted, yes. But, the man was also capable of laying you down and making love to you like you were the only person he ever needed or wanted. And that change of pace was always nice when you were in the mood for it.
But, romance wasn’t really what you were after at this moment in time. There was a part of you that wanted him to fuck you until you were raw, because at least you’d have something to remember him by in case you didn’t get a chance to be with him for another few weeks. You were already a flurry of emotions, and nothing had even happened yet. You were undeniably aroused, but also sad at the thought that he might be gone and busy again once you two fucked. You knew deep down that you were never going to get enough of him, you’d always want more.
“Alright.” It was Terzo’s voice that brought you back to reality once more. “Then I fully expect you to be here when I come back.”
“Yes, Papa.” Your voice betrayed you, and your tone oozed with how needy you were.
Terzo let his mismatched eyes roam your form for a moment, but it didn’t last nearly as long as you wanted it to. Before you could even blink, he had already turned and sauntered fluidly over to the dressing room door. But, he didn’t leave before cocking his his head back to you, throwing a flirty smile and that goddamn wink of his over to you. That was the second time in the span of 10 minutes that he made you want to sink down onto the floor - whether that be to gravel at his feet or blow him was debatable - and just like that, he had disappeared out of sight, closing the door behind himself.
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That hour and a half really did feel like an eternity, just like Terzo had questioned you about before he left. You found yourself pacing around the dressing room like a caged tiger, doing your best to take your mind off how slowly the time seemed to be dragging on and on. The slow ticking of the nearby wall clock seemed to get louder and louder by the second; needless to say you weren’t doing a very good job at keeping your mind occupied elsewhere.
You did a lot of preening in the mirror during that time. You did your best to make sure your outfit and hair were styled right, wanting to make sure everything was in place. You became slightly insecure that you might not look as desirable as you thought you should - but that was obviously a harsh critique on yourself that wasn’t needed.
Your outfit of choice wasn’t all that different from the stage garb that the Nameless Ghouls wore. You did your best to try to look the part while you were on the road with them, but it was also the fact that you just appreciated their aesthetic. You wore a long sleeve button down and the hem of it was tucked neatly into your jeans, and those jeans were paired with black leather boot me that stopped below your knee. You spent a good chunk of your time buttoning and unbuttoning the top button of your shirt, trying to decided which looked more appealing.
You finally decided to leave it unbuttoned after 30 minutes of internal conflict about it.
The time that wasn’t spent obsessing over your appearance in the mirror was spent keeping yourself occupied by listening to the echo of the band playing as it reverberated into the backstage hallway. Of course, you could’ve gone out to watch them perform, but you had seen the show countless times and you just didn’t want to tack on anymore temptation for this moment that wasn’t already there. Terzo had already gotten you wet just by being in the same vicinity as him, so seeing him performing and going through his usual antics onstage would’ve driven you completely feral, and it was only bound to get worse before the night was over with.
~
Nearly two hours later, your salvation finally came when you heard Terzo’s vocal over the beginning of Monstrance Clock echoing through the venue. You knew full well what that meant, and anybody that knew anything about a ritual did; it was a tradition that it was the last song to be played at the end of the show. That’s when your nervousness really began to hit you with full force, knowing you were only moments away from Terzo returning. You made your way over to the vanity once more, still listening to the ongoing chanting of the crowd as they sang along with Terzo.
You laid your hand on the counter, leaning over slightly as you gave yourself another once over in the mirror. You bit your lip at the thought of the confessions that you were going to make, and that only made the excitement settle in the pit of your stomach.
~
You were sitting on a leather loveseat that sat in the dressing room when the door finally opened up to reveal Terzo standing in the doorway. You could see in Terzo’s face that he was still high from the adrenaline rush that being on stage gave him, and you knew that would only add fuel to the fire of what he was going to be like now. You shifted where you sat as you watched him shut the door behind himself as he sauntered over towards you. You had taken off your boots a while ago, letting your feet press against the floor as you stood up to approach him.
“How was the Ritual tonight?” You asked, with a coy smile tugging at your lips.
“Amazing, Tesoro. They always are,” Terzo replied, offering his gloved hand to you. “But, we can talk about that later. We have - if I may say - more important matters to attend to, don’t we?”
“Yes, absolutely. We do.” The words came out of your mouth a little faster than you intended to.
Nope. There was definitely no denying your neediness for him now. But, the way his head tilted back slightly as he looked down at you through his lashes let you know he seemed to be pleased by that. And if there was one thing you wanted to do: it was to please Terzo in every way that was possible.
“I guess we should start with your confession then, si?” Terzo asked, taking another long step toward you, letting his body come to a stop only a few inches away from yours.
And then that solid lump formed in the back of your throat again, but it seemed damn near impossible to swallow it down this time. For a moment, you thought you might choke on your own words, but somehow, you managed to swallow thickly before letting out an audible sigh. You turned your eyes up to Terzo’s again, and it didn’t take them long to start scanning over his face paint. It never failed to make you weak in the knees to see how it brought all of his best features to the forefront.
“How do the siblings do it?” You asked.
Terzo cocked his eyebrow at your question, as if he didn’t quite understand your meaning.
“The confessions,” you added with a small laugh. “Is it, ‘forgive me, Father, for I have sinned?’ Or ‘Forgive me, Papa… I haven’t sinned enough.’?”
Terzo smiled with a quietness, letting that intimidating gaze of his grow into one that was ready to send you over the edge. He reached his hand up just as he had before, letting his gloved digits grasp lightly at your chin, giving you a small tug forward as his mismatched eyes burned into yours.
“The rest usually just ask for a talk… but, I could get used to hearing that second one, cara,” Terzo purred, letting his accent roll fluidly off his tongue. “And what about you, eh? How do you want to address your Papa?”
“Well, if we we’re going by the restrictive rules of Christianity… then I’ve sinned a lot lately, Papa- sinful thoughts, anyway.”
There was a slight pause, and the tension between the two of you felt like a thick cloak was being draped over the entire room itself.
“And what are those thoughts?” Terzo’s voice was more of a whisper as he raised an eyebrow with strict interest and attention.
Here it was, it was all or nothing now. There was no way you could mention something like that and not go through with telling him about it.
“You,” you confessed, biting into the side of your cheek. “My mind keeps going back to our earlier… encounters… I mean, the thoughts are really bad during Mass, but they get even worse at night.”
You raised your hand up to wrap your fingers around his wrist while he still had your chin in his grasp. You gave it a small squeeze as you blinked up at him with a wanton expression. This man had barely touched you in all the ways that you needed him to, yet you were already mush in the palm of his hand, ready and willing to do anything he asked.
“I know it’s probably obvious and, like you said, there’s no need to be coy,” you continued, letting out a small breath when you felt his fingers squeeze into your skin again, “So, the confession is that: no matter how many times I try to get myself off at night thinking about you, it just doesn’t compare to how good you made me feel when you touch me.”
“I can’t say that it didn’t seem obvious… I can feel the tension and frustration radiating off of you when I’m near you these last few weeks, amore,”he replied, letting his eyes scan over your face and body. “And if your body didn’t give you away, then the way that you look at me certainly does.”
“Guess I’m not so good at keeping secrets.”
“Not from me, no.”
You started to let your hand drop away from Terzo’s wrist, but he finally released your chin and grabbed your hand instead, pulling it up to place your palm flat against his chest as he tilted his head at you.
“But, I am slightly disappointed to hear that you aren’t finding your own pleasure lately… that just won’t do,” Terzo hummed, letting the tip of tongue click against his teeth to emphasize his words. “All of us need to be satisfied and happy if we are to serve or ministry properly.”
“Give it back to me then.” Your fingers gripped slightly into his white shirt. “Please.”
“As your Papa, I’m happy to provide whatever you need.” Terzo’s free hand snaked around your body, pulling you into his chest.
He finally lowered his head enough to put his face closer to yours, and it was close enough that you could feel his breath against your skin. Your fingers gripped further into his shirt this time, and you closed the distance between the two of you as you leaned forward to press your lips against his. You couldn’t help the small moan that escaped against his lips as the two of you engaged in a long awaited makeout session. You could feel his arm tug you flush against his body, and that only made you more eager to keep your lips on his.
You were only showcasing your impatience by both of your hands already starting to work their way over the silver buttons on his shirt. You tugged at them to unsnap and few and you felt the chuckle against your lips from Terzo before he dragged his warm tongue along your bottom lip.
“Trying to skip right to the good part, are we?”He mumbled against your lips.
“All of it’s good, Papa,” you breathed against his mouth, catching his bottom lip between your teeth.
You could feel that smirk of Terzo’s as he brought his hands up to your chest, starting to undo the top buttons of your shirt. The kiss continued when he took the lead and pressed his lips back to yours, letting his tongue slip into your mouth this time. Another small moan sounded in your throat as your hands grasped at his slender waist, but a whine of protest escaped you when he detached his mouth from yours too quickly for your liking. There were more wanton stares thrown back and forth before he finally let two of his gloved fingers slip between the buttons of your shirt.
“I’d love to see this unbuttoned just a little more, cara,” Terzo purred, tugging at the fabric of your shirt, then dropping his hand to the button on your pants. “And these.”
“As long as you’re the one doing it,” you told him, taking his hands in yours to pull them back up to your chest.
“With pleasure.” Terzo’s lips pursed while he slowly began to unbutton your shirt.
His eyes barely left yours as he as he finally undid the last button and let your shirt fall open. But, obviously he couldn’t stop himself from dropping his gaze down to get a look at your bare chest. You watched his teeth scrape over his bottom lip. You took the incentive to try and further please his eye by shrugging the material from your shoulders, letting it slide down your arms to pool in the crook of your elbows. You stayed like that for a moment before dropping your arms to let the shirt fall to your feet.
“Hot. There’s no other way to put it.” Terzo’s hand snaked around your waist once more, giving you a sharp tug into his body. “And far too irresistible to be so unstatisfied lately… but, I’m determined to fix that tonight, sorella.”
He ghosted his lips over yours on purpose, making the intensity of the moment build before ducking his head down to your neck. There was a small gasp that escaped you, and your hands involuntarily clamped down on his shoulders when you felt his warms lips on your neck. He immediately found that sensitive spot at the base that he knew would send you into a completely unhinged state. You felt his lips suction around your spot as he let out a small growl against your skin, and then you felt the material of his gloved fingers move their way up your body to your breasts.
You dug your nails into the material of his suit on his shoulders, letting your head fall back, rendering yourself vulnerable to his mouth as he nibbled and sucked at your heated flesh. One of Terzo’s hands fell down to your ass, gripping into like he owned it - like you were his - it made you squirm with delight against his body to see him assert that dominance. You didn’t bother to try and stifle back the moan that escaped your throat when you felt him press his warm tongue against the base of your throat to lick a stripe up to the side of your neck. He coated you with his saliva as if he was marking you for himself.
“Fuck, Terzo,” you whined, sounding completely desperate for him, but that was the least of your concerns. “I need more of your mouth. Please.”
“That’s a dangerous request to make when I’m starving to devour you again,” Terzo purred against your skin, brushing his thumb over one of your stiffened nipples. “Especially when I know just how fucking good you taste.”
You huffed out in response to his words, practically turning into a post-verbal mess before him. It was light a switch had finally flipped inside of you, and whatever shyness you were still clinging onto was finally released. Instead, you were taken over by your own carnal instincts and your need to let this man have his way with you.
You reached up, grasping at Terzo’s raven black hair to pull his head down to your chest. You only had to use minimal effort, because he was more than willingly to duck his head down and suction his mouth around one of your nipples with a certain quickness. You whined sharply and hiked one of your legs up onto his hip as much as you could; your next goal was to press your crotch flush against his, more than a little impatient to feel his cock harden against you. Your grip strengthened on his hair as he growled against your breast, continuing to tease your nipple with his tongue. You couldn’t hold yourself back from rolling your hips against him, starting up at slow grind to try and relive that severe ache between your legs.
Terzo seemed to be pleased by your initiation, and it was further proven by the way his other hand dropped down and he was helping guide your small thrusts with his hands gripped into your ass. You had soaked through your underwear with your arousal by now, and you wondered how much more wet you could get before it soaked through onto his trousers - which was a turn on within itself, to mark him just as he had done you moments ago.
Terzo finally pulled his head up to press his forehead against yours, narrowing his eyes as he watched your face already contorting with pleasure. He kept that firm grip on your ass, giving your hips a small yank so you could grind your pussy flush against him this time - as flush as you could since the two of your were still clothed. Your pupils dilated with a glimmer of lust when you felt just how hard he was getting. You let your hands slip between the two of you, quickly unbuttoning your jeans and taking down the zipper.
One of his hands shot back up to your face, grasping your chin as he tilted your head back to make you look up at him once more. You watched the side of his jaw flare from the way he gritted his teeth, biting back his own seething arousal. Your hands came up to hold onto his waist as he stared down at you, and the smoldering look he was giving you made you realize that he probably wasn’t going to hold back when he finally fucked you.
“Touch yourself for me, cara,” Terzo groaned at your mouth, flicking his eyes down to your lower half. “You say it doesn’t compare to how I touch you, so show your Papa.”
Your jawed flared as you looked up at him with eyes that were already glazed over and completely shot with lust. You grabbed Terzo’s wrist, pulling it down between the two of you, leaning your head forward to engage him in another hot kiss. You slipped your tongue inside of his mouth this time, desperate to taste him in anyway that you could get it. He moved his tongue back against yours without protest, still using his other hand to grope and squeeze your ass as he began to grind against you with more intent this time.
“I’ll show you, but I wanna use your hand, Papa,” you breathed against his mouth, pressing his gloved hand into your crotch.
“Sembri così viziato,” he teased you for your needy behavior, but it was evident by his tone he enjoyed it. “At least let me get this off, si?” He lifted his gloved hand back up to show you.
You squirmed where you stood, wanting to protest, but decided against it as you nodded your head at him. You watched his painted lips tug into a smirk while he lifted his fingers up to his mouth. He placed his fingers to his teeth, biting down on the soft cotton of the gloves as he maintained eye contact with you. Your lips parted as you let out a sigh, watching him give a tug to the material to pull it off of his large hand. When his bare fingers finally came into view, your gaze went straight for them, eyeing them hungrily.
You grabbed Terzo’s wrist again, pulling it back down between the two of you, pressing his fingertips against your exposed underwear. Your breath hitched into your throat when you felt the warmth of his fingers as he pressed into the top of your pubic bone. You guided his hand, letting his fingers slip into the band of your underwear, and that’s where he decided to take over his own movements. You placed your hand over top of his, digging your nails into his skin when you felt the first few jolts of pleasure as his fingers slipped between your folds.
“Ah, sorella, you really have missed me, haven’t you? Already so wet for me,” he growled in that silly tone, using his fingers to spread your leaking arousal around your sex. “You are going to feel so good stretched out around me again.”
You moaned out, using your hand to press his fingers further inside of you. Your body jolted roughly against his, both of your chests pressed against one another. Your head fell back, enjoying the feeling of Terzo beginning to draw rhymically circles around your swollen clit. The ache you felt from in your core was still very prominent, but it was becoming a little more satisfied with each stroke he made with his skillful fingers.
“Right there, Terzo. Your fingers feel so good.” Your voice was already becoming shakey from each hard breath you took.
As much pleasure as you were in, you still weren’t intending to be selfish about it. You pulled your hand away from his, bringing it forward to press your palm against his crotch. You let out a grunt when you felt just how hard his cock was as it strained against the material of his jeans; that was enough to make you want to bend yourself over from him right at that second. You’d throw your own pleasure to the wind for him, but you knew he wouldn’t allow you to do that to you.
“Do you feel what you do to me, bellisima?” Terzo asked, jutting his hips forward to press his cock firm against your palm. “You aren’t the only one that thinks about us fucking. Fantasizing about you during Mass isn’t enough anymore.”
“Fuck me now, then.” The words blurted from your mouth without a single sense of hesitation as you rubbed his erection through his pants. “You can bend me over that vanity and use me, Papa.”
Terzo narrowed his eyes, and his fingers slipped deeper inside of your entrance until they were penetrating you fully. You felt his fingers curl upwards until he was pressing right into your g-spot. Your hand paused their strokes against his cock for a moment, becoming caught up by your own pleasure when he began to pump his fingers in and out of you.
“Facile, bambina. I’m going to breed you on every surface tonight, until you tell me you’ve had enough,” Terzo purred dangerously, creating rhythmic strokes against your g-spot for emphasis. “But first, I want to feel you cum on my fingers - that’s an order.”
You nodded feverishly up at him, looking at him through hooded eyes as he gave you his strict order. You started grinding your pussy down into his hand enough to press your mound into his palm as he fucked you with his fingers. Each thrust made your clit glide against his skin, creating a new wave of sensation and pleasure each time. Each stroke of his fingers only seemed to make you wetter, and that was very obvious as your arousal began to leak enough to coat his fingers and open palm.
“Fuck- right there- don’t stop, Papa” you moaned, grabbing hold of Terzo’s waistband, hastily unbuttoning his pants.
You snaked your hand into his pants, finally getting the first feel of how hard he really was when you wrapped your hand around his cock. Terzo growled out with a mixture of pleasure and impatience, pressing his hips against your hand, urging you to continue. You pumped your hand along his cock a few times, biting into your lip when you heard the first actual moan fall from his lips.
Hearing his deep voice turn into sounds of pleasure was more than enough to bring you closer to your impending climax. You stroked your hand along his length, stopping ever to often at his tip just to tease him, loving to feel the way he would thrust sharply against your hand. You watched as he glared at you with narrowed eyes, and that only seemed to encourage his to to make his fingers move more intensely against your g-spot. He’d pull his fingers from you every so often, but only to circle his fingers around your clit.
Your moans had turned into sharp whines as that coil of pleasure begin to tighten in your stomach, letting you know that you were getting close. Terzo only added to your stimulation as he dropped his head, surprising you as he took one of your nipples into his mouth again. You mewled out, letting your head fall back to surrender yourself over to his mouth and fingers as you were right on the edge of your relief. Your legs trembled right where you stood, so much that you thought you might collapse right there. Your movements against his cock finally paused, and you could feel the warmth of his pre-cum leaking onto your fingers.
“Terz’, I’m so close,” you panted, using your free hand to grasp his hair again, clinging to him while your walls started to tighten around his fingers. “I’m gonna cum.”
He released your nipple from his mouth once more, pulling his head back up to look down at you again. He grasped your face with his free hand, forcing you to look up at him, yet again.
“Si, cara mia. Show me how good it feels - I want to see that pretty cum face when you let go for me,” Terzo encouraged you, but still keeping a consistent pace with his fingers.
You released his length from your hands at that moment, bringing them up to wrap around him, hanging on for dear life. You cried out as you clung to Terzo’s frame, feeling that tight coil in the pit of your stomach finally snap. You felt that intense wave of pleasure as your orgasm began to overtake you in heavy waves that shuddered your whole body. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, and your walls contracted tightly around Terzo’s fingers, but he still made the effort to pump them in and out of you as you rode out your orgasm.
“I’m cumming.” You were able to choke out words through your gritted teeth, but only just.
“Brava ragazza, just like that. Cum for your Papa,” he continued to talk you through your orgasm, tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth. “Merda… I can feel you dripping down my fingers, tesoro. They feel that good, hmm?”
“Y-yes, yes.” You had to force yourself to answer his question.
You were already feeling a little dazed and foggy-minded, thanks to the first orgasm he gave to you. The last few weeks, you were only able to give yourself minimal amounts of pleasure, but having Terzo forcing you to cum for him gave it all back in an instant. It was slightly overwhelming to feel so much stimulation at once, but it was a euphoric feeling none-the-less.
“I need you, Terzo. I don’t want to wait anymore. I want you inside me now,” you finally began to beg without an ounce of shame.
Terzo, obviously starting to become just the slightest bit impatient from his own lust pulled his hand from your pants. He lifted his hand to reveal the way that you had slicked his fingers with your fluids, and his mismatched eyes scanned over them. You watched his take his fingers to his mouth, and you breath hitched when he dragged his tongue along his ring and middle fingers, tasting you.
He hummed, closing his eyes as he savoured the way you tasted on his fingers. He licked another stripe up to the top of his fingers before placing them in his mouth briefly to clean them off. His mismatched eyes finally opened to find your again, and he tilted his head at you with a small smile. He reached out that same hand to you, and it’s as if you already knew exactly what he wanted as your mouth opened without him so much as having to signal you to do it.
“You taste even better than you did the last time. If I went down on you now, I don’t think l’d be able to stop,” he whispered gruffly, pressing his fingertips against your tongue, making you whimper at his words. “But, I plan on having my face buried between your legs before the night is out.”
You lips closed around Terzo’s fingers with a hum, sucking at them gently before pulling your head back to make them pop out of your mouth. You grabbed his hand, pulling him with you as you headed for the vanity. You mind had only one intent at that moment, and that was to have his cock filling you completely; you had waited long enough to feel him again. You used your arm to swipe the contents of the counter to the side, gazing up at him through the mirror with a lust-driven glance of encouragement.
“Fuck me, baby,” you said bluntly, reaching down to shimmy your pants down below your ass, leaving yourself exposed.
Without another word, Terzo’s hand began to do the same to his trousers, lowering them enough to let his cock spring free from them. You pressed your chest down against the counter, giving your back as much of an enticing arch as you could as you reached back to grab at his waistcoat, pulling him into you. You grunted when you felt his large hands grab your hips, giving you a sharp yank back into his pelvis. You loved feeling that bit of assertiveness from him, even more so, you loved the feeling of him grinding and pressing his cock against your ass.
“You are so ready for me, cara,” Terzo moaned, letting the tip of his cock slip between your folds, teasing your slit with the head of his cock. “I can feel how wet you are against my cock.”
You groaned, pushing your ass back against Terzo to start up a slow grind against his cock and pelvis. You felt him press the tip of his length against your entrance, hitting his hips slowly to press his himself inside of you. You moaned out, digging your nails into the wood top of the vanity as Terzo gave a harder thrust this time, stretching you open as he began to penetrate you.
“Don’t stop,” you gasped, pressing your hips back against his, forcing his cock further inside of you. “I missed feeling you stretch me out, Papa.”
Terzo groaned, giving his hips a snap as he filled your pussy all at once with his girth. You let out a slightly strangled moan at the surprise of feeling him enter you all at once. Your chest heaved up and down against the vanity, and you lifted yourself up into your tiptoes, trying your best to expose all of yourself to him. You were presenting yourself to him as if you were something that was in heat.
Then again, being in heat was exactly what it felt like whenever Terzo was near you. Perhaps that’s what he meant earlier when he said that your body gave you away whenever he was near you. It was obvious that he could feel how turned on he made you whenever he was around you.
“And I love feeling you around my cock,” he replied through a growl, starting to give you slow thrusts as he kept a firm grip on your hips. “I want to feel you cum again. I want to feel you soak me before I breed you, bellisima.”
The next thing that you felt was a stinging slap to your ass. It made your body jerk forward against the vanity as you mewled out again, tilting your head back, and that’s when Terzo tracked his hand up the base of your neck to grab a fistful of you hair. He gave your hair a quick tug, reminding you that he was absolutely in charge, and that was when he began to roll his hips against yours with quick movements. His cock delved deep inside of you with each thrust of his rhythmic pace.
You choked out a moan, unable to form any sentences this time as you were taken over by the pleasure of him bottoming out inside of you. You panted as you laid there and took every single stroke that he gave to you, letting your cunt contract naturally around his length each time. Terzo let out growl and moans of his own, becoming focused on getting you off and nothing else. He landed another hard slap to your ass, leaving your skin red and burning, but it only added to how good it all felt.
The small room was was filled with the sounds of the two of you moaning in unison, and it was only contrasted by the lewd sounds of your skin colliding with Terzo’s as he fucked you. You could already feel yourself getting closer to your inevitable second release of the night, and you could tell it was going to hit you harder than the first. You had been reduced to nothing more than a moaning mess as you clinged to the vanity. You had had gotten so wet from the encounter that it was beginning to run down the insides of your thighs, it very obviously had soaked his cock and the front of his pants by this point.
“Does it feel good?” Terzo moaned, giving your hair a tug to pull your back up into his chest so that you were forced to look at him through the mirror. “Tell me. I want to hear it.”
“Fuck yes,” you whimpered when you felt the head of his cock brush your g-spot from this new angle. “I’m not gonna last much longer - you’re hitting my spot, Papa - goddamn.”
“Good,” he snapped hotly in your ear. “I want you to lose control for me, ragazza. I want to please you.”
“You do, Papa,” you cried, started to move your hips back against his, grinding yourself into his cock. “No one makes me feel this good. I’m all yours, whenever you want.”
“Of course you’re mine.” It was a blunt statement that sounded very serious when Terzo growled it against your ear. “I don’t want anyone else to have you like this, sorella.”
You had completely surrendered yourself over to him at that moment. You let your head fall back to his shoulder, still keeping that eye contact with him through the mirror as your hand came up to brush through his raven hair again. You gripped into it as he dropped one of his hands down to slip it between your legs, using the fingers of his bare hand to stroke over your sensitive clit. You grinded against him, but you were also met with those rhythmic, jarring thrusts from him.
“Fuck, don’t stop- just like that, Terzo. Shit, shit, I’m gonna cum so hard,” you encouraged him through choked crying, feeling your legs start to tremble more intensely this second time around. “I want you to cum with me, baby.”
Terzo moaned against your ear a little louder, his body shuddering against yours when you praised his efforts. You kept a tight grip on his hair, continuing to move your hips back against his, trying to fuck him just as hard as he fucked you. Judging by the sharp moans that both of you were letting out at this point, you both seemed to be doing a very good job and bringing each other closer to the precipice of climax.
“Cara, you’re getting your Papa so close. I’m going to cum with you-” Terzo let go of your hair and reached down to wrap his hand around your neck glaring at you through the mirror, continuing, “Where do you want it? Tell me, bambina.”
You turned your head up to look at him directly, pushing yourself up to let your lips crash into his. You moved your lips against his, nipping against his bottom lip every so often before slipping your tongue into his mouth. You moaned out when you got the first taste of yourself from earlier on his tongue, huffing out before pulling back enough to ghost your lips over his.
“I want you to cum inside me,” you breathed, letting go of his hair to cup the side of his face as you looked at him with big eyes. “I want all of it, Terz’. Your hair came up to grasp his hair just as quickly as you let it go. “Cum with me. Breed me.”
Terzo growled in response and his lips pressed to yours this time, initiating a very sloppy kiss as his tongue darted past your lips to get to the inside of your mouth. You whined against him as he let go of your throat, bringing his hand up to hold the side of your face briefly before pushing you back down to your chest on the vanity. You breathed breathed out and gripped into the vanity again when he grabbed roughly onto your hips again, you flicked your eyes up to him in the mirror, watching intently as he fucked you.
You didn’t want the image of him standing over you and fucking you from behind to leave your mind; you wanted to keep it etched onto your memory like an engraving on stone. The sight of it was more than enough to bring exactly where you needed to be at that moment. You locked eyes with Terri through the mirror, letting out strangled cries of pleasure as your eyes began to well with tears from the amount of stimulation you were receiving. The combined feeling of Terzo’s cock filling you up and his fingers drawing circles around your clit was the final nail in the coffin.
“Okay- okay-“ you managed to choke out, trying your best to form a coherent sentence to warn him. “I’m cum- FUCK- I’m cumming-“
You cut yourself off with a desperate cry as you doubled over against the counter, slamming your ass back against Terzo, doing your best to keep his length as deep inside your cunt as was possible while your orgasm overtook. You felt your walls convulsing and clenching hard around his cock, making him moan out along side you in the process as he leaned over to press his chest down to yours. You could feel the heaving of his chest against your back as his own composure began to wane.
“Ah, cara mia, sto per venire,” he announced, burying his face into the nape of your neck to let out a primal growl against your skin. “Ti senti così bene.”
You didn’t need to understand what Terzo was saying to know that he was climaxing - you could feel it. Your back arched painfully against his chest when you felt the first few spurts of his cum coating your walls and filling you deep. You continued to thrust back against him as much as you could, but you were slowly reduced to only being able to grind your ass against him. You doing your best to try and milk him for everything with his weight on top of you. You reached up with a shaker hand, placing it against the back of his head, for no other reason than to feel as close to him as your could.
Terzo returned the affection by laying a few random kisses against your shoulder blade, biting down into your flesh every so often with his teeth. Your hips shuddered against one another, and there were more than a few stray moans that escaped oth of your as you continued to ride out your orgasm to reach that post-coital high that came along with it. There were another few sets of sloppy kisses and nibbles being left along your shoulders and neck before the two of you were finally finished.
You body and legs were trembling so much at this point that you began to have genuine concerns that you’d fall over into the floor of you didn’t keep a tight hold onto the counter. You let out a large breath and let yourself relax against the counter. You felt him pull some of his weight off of you as he let his palms rest on either side you your head. His cock was still buried inside of you, and each movement that he made - no matter how small - sent aftershocks through you that made you whine softly.
“You are gonna be… the fucking death of me,” you breathed out, adjusting your head to eye him from your peripheral vision.
“Me?” Terzo scoffed before taking in a breath to relax himself. “You are younger than I am, sorella.”
“Mm… you’re way too humble, and a sadist to boot…” You did your best to prop yourself up onto your elbows, “there’s no reason to make someone cum that hard, unless you want them obsessed with you… old man.” You threw a teasing look over your shoulder at him.
“I don’t believe in things that are lackluster, and sex is at the top of that list. If I have anyone obsessed with me, I just chalk that up to my position as Papa.”
“Oh, is that how you explain that harem of siblings that are always following you around?” You hummed, throwing a look up to him.
Terzo smirked, reaching down to caress your cheek and chin with his hand. He tilted your head back to get a good look into your eyes.
“Is that jealously I’m sensing?” He questioned, stroking his thumb across your cheekbone.
“It depends on how much you’re gonna make fun of me if I say yes.”
His eyes wandered over your face and features silently for a moment. After a moment, he shook his head slowly before leaning himself in and pressing his lips to your cheek, planting a lingering kiss there. When he pulled back, he press his forehead into the side of your face, giving his head a small shake.
“You have nothing to be jealous of. I appreciate the devoutness of the other siblings and they’re loyalty to the clergy, but who’s the one that’s with me right now?”
You bit into your lip, and tried to pull your face away from his hand to hide the deep blush that began to radiate across your cheeks. But, it was no real use, he held your face firmly in his hand, giving it a little squeeze to let you know he wasn’t allowing you to pull away so easily.
“Answer me, Sorella.” Terzo’s tone was a little more stern this time, but you knew he didn’t mean for it to sound intimidating.
“Me. I’m the one with you now, Papa,” you replied, still looking back at him with a doe-eyed gaze.
“Exactly.” Terzo’s voice was more gentle when he answered, then he laid several quick pecks to your lips. “I thought it might have been becoming obvious that you’re my favorite of all the siblings.”
“I’ll make a mental note of it. I promise.” You smiled back at him, but quickly shifted your stance where you stood when you started to grow stiff from your current position. “Okay, I think I need to stand before my legs give out on me.”
Terzo’s length was still inside of you while it finally started to soften. The mixture of your fluids was quickly creating a mess that seeped out of your pussy. You could feel the mess it was making as it ran down the insides you your thighs, coating your skin, along with your pants and his. You grimaced lightly at the feeling of it now; the sloppiness of sex was always fun for the first few minutes after it was over, and then it just started to feel overly sticky.
“That statement right there: it makes you the oldest one here by default, Tesoro,” he chuckled, giving your cheek another small kiss before he stood up straight. “I’m going to pull out now, si?”
You nodded your head, non-chalantly reaching your hand behind yourself to lay it against his slender hip. It was the same reasoning as to why you grabbed his head moments ago; you just wanted to be close to him. You wanted to touch him and feel his warmth beneath your fingertips. Secretly, it was something that you didn’t want to l live without now. Terzo gave you a small smirk through the mirror, and it wasn’t until now that you noticed just how smeared it Papal make was; it was mainly the paint around his eyes and mouth that was smudged beyond repair
You felt him start to pull out, but even that added to the overstimulation that you felt. You moaned softly, giving his hip a small squeeze of warning as he laid his palms against your back, rubbing soothing circles to one of your shoulder blades. He gave a quick jerk back with his hips to pull himself out fully all at once, making another small moan escape your throat, and then came the feeling of all of his ejaculate running out of you.
“I’ll apologize for putting your legs to sleep, but I won’t apologize for the mess I made - that part was worth it,” Terzo mused, admiring the way that his seed oozed from your cunt before pulling his eyes up to your face again. “Are you okay?”
“Trust me, I’m fantastic,” you reassured him, grunting as you started to lift yourself up again. “Just a little worn out, if we’re going to be honest.”
“Let me help you then.”
His reply was quick and he didn’t give you any time to protest or tell him you were going to be okay before he was shoving himself back inside his pants and making a beeline to gather up another of your clothes that had been strewn around the room. You stared at him through the mirror, shaking your head with amusement as he pranced around to gather your clothes and, lastly, a small pack of wet wipes that he had in his stage back. He returned back over to your to set the items down on the counter, then he grabbed your shirt to hold it open for you.
“Yeah, no need for you to fuck that well and be this respectful afterwards,” you protested playfully, pouting at him through the mirror as you slipped your arms back into your shirt.
“Well, tough shit. You’re just gonna have to deal with the fact that I have a few manners, amore mio,” Terzo replied bluntly, giving you a smug grin.
“Mhm, very polite,” you chuckled, buttoning up your shirt.
You watched Terzo sink down to his knees at that moment, and you were slightly confused - but so not opposed to such a sight - you turned your body carefully towards him to see him pulling out one of the wipes from it’s packaging. It was very obvious what he was about to do, and seeing such a level of caring from someone that held such power was such an unusual thing to see.
“Wow. Papa Emeritus… on his knees with a pack of wet wipes,” you said it more to yourself than him, finding it rather comical to see. “Even you have to find this strange, Terz.’”
“Nope. It’s not strange for me, at all. I’m more than happy to pamper and look after any of my lovers - being Papa doesn’t absolve me of having decency,” Terzo replied, lifting up the wipe to your thigh. “May I?”
You nodded your head at him, turning your head away for just a moment to try and hide the blush he had forced from you again. You chewed the inside of your cheek when you felt the damp wipe come into contact with your skin as he cleaned your off. The was a gentleness to Terzo’s touch that threatened to arouse you all over again; the way that he too his time and the care he put into the actual aftercare was a whole kink of it’s own.
“Besides, I get on my knees for many different reasons,” he added, cutting a flirtatious glance up to you. “Had you not been so sensitive when we were finished, I would have happily dropped down to my knees to clean you with my mouth instead of this.” He waved the wipe at you to get his point across.
You sighed audibly at the thought of him going to his knees you clean the aftermath of your shared fluids with his mouth and tongue. It was right then that you cursed your body for getting so worked up that you had missed out on the chance to have that man’s face buried in your pussy while he was down on his knees for you. You let your head fall back for a moment so that you could let out a calming breathe, then you pulled your head back down to look at him as he finished up with wiping your skin down.
“Will I sound desperate if I ask for a rain check?” You raised a curious eyebrow at him.
“It’s funny that you think you need to ask for a rain check, as if we won’t be doing this again.”
“Well, I never like to assume things.”
“You can very much assume that I want to keep seeing you.” Terzo swiped over your skin once more before discarding a few used wipes into a small trash can by the vanity. “I did tell you that my face would be buried between your legs before the night is out, no?”
“If I can get out of Sister Imperator’s sight, you mean,” you laughed, pulling your pants and underwear back on again. “And yes, you did say that.”
“She keeps you for herself far too much. Perhaps you should consider assisting your Papa full time.”
“I’ll think about it, pretty boy,” you teased, reaching out to brush a lock of his hair back into place.
Terzo sighed, leaning forward on his knees to place a kiss to your stomach through your shirt. He flicked his mismatched eyes up to you, staring at you as he finally lifted himself back up to his feet. He still had that small smirk of seductiveness on his face as he took a step towards you, reaching out you caress the side of your face with his hand again.
“Well, you still have the rest of the night to consider a new venture. That is, if you want to accompany me back to my hotel?” He questioned, tilting his head at you.
You smiled, reaching out to snake your hands around his waist, taking a step forward to press yourself comfortably against his chest. His thumb strokes gently over cheekbone as he gazed down at you as if you were the only other person in the world. He had that otherworldly effect of making anyone feel special when they were in the moment with him, and all you wanted to do was for this feeling to last beyond tonight.
“Of course I want to… but under one condition,” you said.
“Anything.”
“Run me a hot bath when we get there, pretty please,” you whined playfully, looking up at him with the most innocent gaze you could muster.
“Well, lucky for you, I had planned to do exactly that when we got their anyway,” Terzo hummed in response.
“Are you trying to make me spoiled?” You huffed.
Terzo tilted his head at you. “I don’t know- is it working?”
You rolled your eyes at him in response, doing your best to hide the smirk on your face as you finally turned your head. You pulled away from him with reluctance to grab your bag and pull the strap over your shoulder before throwing a look over your shoulder as Terzo followed you.
“C’mon, let’s go gather up the Ghouls and get them occupied for the night before they get loose inside the venue.”
“I’ll follow you. I get to enjoy the scenery more that way.” He winked at you.
Your eyes rolled at him yet again, but it couldn’t hide how undeniably happy you were in that moment.
How the FUCK am I supposed to focus on my job when ALL I can think about is this mf bending me over, choking me, fucking me raw while saying the nastiest shit, then breeding me. HELLO.
