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Danse_Macabre_Ballerina
@danse-macabre-ballerina
Just feeding my hyper fixation by writing some Ghost smut.
She/Her 40+
All my smut is also on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Danse_Macabre_Ballerina
Don't be fooled by the goofy memes...This blog is mostly 18+ Explicit NSFW horny-ass shit, so NO MINORS
*All of these and more are also on my AO3*
MY ASKS ARE ALWAYS OPEN! (As long as you don't mind waiting 6 months for me to answer) Ask me questions, give me feedback, make special requests, feed me prompts, or aimlessly ramble about whatever.
Just please be kind, I am from the 1900s and I am fragile.
I'll write about any Papa, Mary Goore, or even the occasional Ghoul. (I'll happily write about TF too if you ask, but I don't post rpf fics here.)
I am most comfortable writing for female main characters or readers, but I'll do gender neutral if you prefer. And as far as kinks go there is almost nothing that makes me too uncomfortable, but I will respectfully decline if it's something I don't know enough about to do it justice.
And let me know if you want to be added to my taglist. You can request specific Papas or tropes too.
Full list of fics under the cut...
Click on the masterlists for fic summaries and links
Primo/Papa I Masterlist
Bleeding Heart (971 words) TW Blood
Summer Rain (1,260 words)
Eyes On Me (2,031 words) TW Anxiety
Tossed Salad (1,361 words)
Our Love Is Perennial (2,151 words)
Fiore Di Neve (1,055 words)
Secondo/Papa II Masterlist
Stay With Me (3,384 words)
Bookmark (1,609 words)
Sound Check (815 words)
A Close Shave (643 words)
Mia Ragazza Tosta (902 words) TW Dom/Sub, BDSM, Rough Stuff
Blood Moon (2,539 words) TW Blood
Giveth And Taketh (2,435 words) TW Rough Stuff
Romanzo D'Inverno (3,092 words)
Terzo/Papa III Masterlist
An Unholy Proposal (7,402 words)
Sacrifice On The Altar (4,660 words)
Moonlight Cenotaph (6,725 words)
Bound To Him (5,318 words) TW Past S/A
Lamb To The Slaughter (4,416 words)
Exploring The Dark (7,457 words)
Hello, We Are Ghost (5,648 words)
Body Language (1,444 words)
Hold Me Now (858 words)
Sky Is Falling (977 words) TW Earthquake, Blood
Behave (1,282 words) TW Sub/Dom, Rough Stuff
Use Your Pretty Words (909 words) TW Sub/Dom
Red Venus (1,588 words) TW Blood
Papa Terzo (1,557 words) TW Pregnancy
Stella Matina (2,265 words) TW Childbirth Complications/Surgery
Yours To Lose (2,925 words) TW Rough Stuff
Just As You Are (1,568 words) TW Body Image Issues/Weight Gain
Overtime (1,785 words)
Bella Afrodite (1,874 words)
Wait For Me (1,126 words)
Colomba Del Mattino (1,120 words)
Stall Tactics (1,521 words) TW Sub/Dom, Rough Stuff
Thigh High (1,461 words) TW Sub/Dom, Collaring
Hands Are The Heart's Landscape (900 words) TW Con Somnophilia
On The Hunt (1,548 words) TW Mild Sub/Dom
My Sweet Adversary (4,525 words) TW Rough Stuff, Dub Con
Cure Amorevoli (3,980 words)
Break The Arrow (3,303 words)
Dust And Shadow (3,080 words) TW Masterzobation?
Cardinal Copia/Papa IV/Frater Imperator Masterlist
Pour Your Pain Into Me (6,332 words)
Blood Lust (2,251 words) TW Blood
Embracing Infatuation (6,655 words)
Surrender To Temptation (6,003 words)
A Lesson In Sin (6,406 words)
You Are Mine (4,844 words)
Second Chance At Ascension (4,104 words)
Rite Of Passage (5,628 words)
Eruption and Absolution (1,255 words) TW Con Non-Con, Rough Stuff
Growing Pains (1,514 words) TW Con Non-Con, Rough Stuff
Bleed For Me (3,054 words) TW Blood
Bath Time (1,226 words)
Negotiation (409 words)
Negotiation 2 (778 words) TW Rough Stuff
Papa Down (1,253 words)
Game Over (1,045 words)
Eat Your Words (910 words)
Take Five (1,275 words)
Wild Ride (6,939 words)
Mia Dea (1,050 words) TW Pregnancy
In The Heat Of The Night (4,523 words) TW Rough Stuff
Just A Crush (2,508 words)
Duty Calls (1,150 words)
Attrazione Immediata (7,075 words)
Time For Two (1,423 words)
Be My Forever (2,250 words)
Benvenuti A Casa (3,626 words)
Love Long Distance (7,338 words) TW Intoxication
All Work No Play (6,690 words)
Tell The Truth (6,249 words)
Date Night (1,446 words) TW Intoxication
Another Date Night (1,568 words)
Scary Movie (625 words)
Worship With Me (1,796 words)
The Cardinal's Cane (883 words)
Attitude Adjustment (1,030 words)
Bella Ghuleh (2,856 words)
Ready For My Close-Up (1,294 words)
Dream Weaver (3,778 words) TW Mild Somnophilia, Voyeurism
A Special Request (2,871 words)
Standoff (1,793 words) TW Rough Stuff, Con Non Con
Too Shy To Say (2,564 words)
Untamed Pleasure (2,038 words)
Animal Instincts (1,412 words)
Brava Ballerina (1,702 words)
Read To Me (1,649 words)
Wet Dream (1,256 words)
Victory Lap (6,290 words) TW Mild Somnophilia
Fallen Petals (572 words)
Frater Ephemerus (1,681 words)
The Taste Of You (1,373 words) TW Autism/Arfid
Here Comes Frater Cottontail (3,039 words)
Perpetua/Papa V Masterlist
Purple Rain (2,323 words) TW Blood
The Calm During The Storm (839 words)
Gazza Ladra, Part 1 (1,681 words)
Gazza Ladra, Part 2 (1,446 words)
Creature Crush (1,251 words)
Your Eyes Only (1,487 words)
Hide and Seek (4,055 words)
Coffee Break (1,647 words)
Mine To Protect (6,474 words) TW Attempted SA, Violence
Tummy Troubles (646 words)
Non-Fiction Friction (1,354 words)
Any Way The Wind Blows (4,350 words)
Closing Time (1,934 words)
Tender Confession (1,305 words)
A Score To Settle (1,594 words) TW Rough Stuff
Evening The Score (654 words)
The Papa Who Could Fly (4,804 words)
Time Out (1,066 words)
A Happy Homecoming (1,091 words)
A Tender Reprimand (2,400 words) TW Light BDSM
A Reluctant Goodbye (1,889 words) TW Rough Stuff
You Hold The Key (2,780 words) TW Terzo is Dead, Rough Stuff
My Sweet Boy (845 words)
Midnight Snack (992 words)
Love On The Road (5,897 words)
Backstage Pass (2,056 words)
Home Cooking (1,643 words)
Salvation In Submission (2,411 words) TW Dom/Sub
Play It Again (5,260 words) TW Blood
A Free Heart (3,124 words)
Love To Keep Me Warm (2,291 words)
What You Need (2,438 words) TW Gratuitous Rough Stuff
In My Eyes (1,694 words)
Tutor Privatus (1,836 words)
Rainbow Tour (1,201 words) TW Mild Somnophelia
Playing Doctor (1,008 words) TW Sub/Dom, Inspection Kink
The Monster Inside Me (3,254 words) TW Blood, Dub Con
Room Service (4,106 words) TW Mild Somnophilia
Creature Comfort (1,390 words) TW Menstruation
Cardinal Peep-petua (2,191 words) TW Voyeurism
Travel Companion (2,905 words) TW Monsterfucking
Sweet Dreams (869 words) TW Somnophilia
Multi-Papas, Pick-Your Papa, and Miscellaneous Masterlist
*Multis involve gangbang and tag-team scenarios, never any of the Papas sexually engaging with each other. If you are into that, that's fine, this is a judgement-free zone...but I a not into that myself.
Tango For Three (5,030 words) *Copia, Terzo TW Dubious Con/Non-Con, Rough Stuff
Resolution (5,695 words) *Copia, Perpetua
The Game (3,664 words) *Copia, Primo, Secondo, Terzo
All The Time (5,232 words) *Copia, Terzo
Night Watch (719 words) *Terzo, Perpetua TW Accidental Voyeurism, Non-Con Masturbation
Sushi Night (1,984 words) *Terzo, Copia
Pas de Trois: Adagio (895 words) *Copia, Perpetua
Pas de Trois: Coda (4,012 words) *Copia, Perpetua
Completely Pleased (2,048 words) *Copia, Dewdrop, Rain TW Tentacle Sex
Dangerous Curves Ahead (1,807 words) *Terzo, Copia
Perfect Pet (5,521 words) *Perpetua, Secondo TW Sub/Dom, Rough Stuff, Blood/Injury
It's A Beautiful Sky (2,713 words) *All Papa and more! SMUT FREE!
Three Tiny Titty Ditties (2,164 words) *Terzo, Copia, Mary Goore
Blood Monday (1,611 words) *Pick-Your-Papa TW Blood
Bedside Manner (1,929 words) *Copia, Terzo
Wild Horses (853 words) *Pick-Your-Papa TW Sub/Dom, Pain
And Papa Makes Three (2,120 words) *Perpetua, Dewdrop
Blood Brothers (1,682 words) *Copia, Perpetua TW Blood
Blood Brothers: Epilogue (324 words) *Copia, Perpetua
Tender In Tandem (3,753 words) *Mary Goore, Perpetua
Chasing Waterfalls (1,507 words) *Pick-Your-Papa
Take Me To The Bone Room (801 words) *Dewrdrop
A Lesson In Mating (4,151 words) *Copia, Perpetua
On A Hot Summr Night (2,469 words) *Copia, Perpetua
đMoon Over The Ministryđ
January 3rd: Wolf Moon (5,632 words)*Werewolf!Perpetua x fem!afab!reader TW Kidnapping, Dub Con, Monsterfucking
February 1st: Snow Moon (1,975 words) *Secondo x fem!afab!reader
March 3rd: Worm Moon (1,540 words) *Primo x fem!afab!reader TW Blood, Dub Con
April 1st: Pink Moon (2,642 words) *Dewdrop Ghoul x fem!afab!reader TW Tentacle Sex
May 1st: Flower Moon (3,917 words) *Deacon!Terzo x fem!afab!reader
May 31st: Blue Moon (3,727 words) *Cardinal!Copia x fem!afab!reader
Random Ghostie Thoughts
âȘ Sore Sex âȘ About Me âȘ Papa Boners âȘ Lube âȘ
âȘ Skeledancers âȘ My Kinks âȘ Poopoopetua âȘ OCs âȘ
âȘ Mira âȘ Terzo and the Female Orgasm âȘ 2025 Recap âȘ
âȘ Mary "Dry Humping" Goore âȘ 'Tesora' Is Not A Word âȘ
âȘ Pussy Eatin' Papas âȘ Public Sex âȘ Ministry BBQ Day âȘ
âȘ Happy Birthday!...Love, Papa âȘ C and V Like Boobs! âȘ
âȘ Satanic Stories From The Streets âȘ
I recognize that this is not a quiz but I am answering it like one anyway.
1. Terzo. Very attuned to the feelings of others (as any expert on the female orgasm would be). He can see through the scars inside you. 10/10 would seek emotional support from again.
2. Perpetua. Friendliest. Absolute Creature vibes might lead to him getting banned from some establishments even with his service vest on.
3. Cardi. Strong contender to Perpetua but gets too easily caught up in his own shit and his high key anxiety and you might end up his emotional support human.
4. Primo. Grandpa doggo is too sleepy to be much help but at least he's a steady presence. Might dig holes in your garden.
5. Secondo. Aggressive. Will bite. Would make excellent protection though.
6. Nihil - if he weren't taxidermied he would be off trying to hump other dogs. And the furniture.
Mira and Copia's usual cat-and-mouse play usually leads to sensual encounters, but when she catches him in the wrong mood the game gets out of hand quickly
It's a little rougher than I would normally write him, but I had a very vivid dream of this story during a nap this afternoon and woke up very happy & craving some Copia Dom action
[Established Relationship, Power Imbalance, Dominance, Mild Con Non-Con, Rough Sex, P in V Sex, Smut, Multiple Orgasms, Spooning, Romantic Fluff]
Read on AO3
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She nuzzled into his neck, filling her nostrils with the familiar combination of his scents: detergent, cologne, his skin.
"A little space, please, Mira," he said in a steady voice.
She was making it hard for him to type, pressing her hot skin against his arm like that. She laid back down with a little space between them, pouting seductively. She reached out, tracing her delicate fingertips along the flexing muscles in his forearms. He pulled away from her touch. "I am serious. I have to get these reports finished."
She let her hand snake around his muscular thigh, squeezing possessively. This time he grabbed her wrist and pushed her away roughly. "I am not playing this game with you today."
She knew where this would lead, they'd done this little dance a million times before. He would finally get distracted enough to pause his work, closing the laptop and laying it to the side. He would roll on top of her, pinning her to the bed and kissing her feverishly. He would nibble and suck his way down her body, finally plunging his tongue into her wet heat as far as it would reach and he wouldn't stop until she was screaming his name. Making her come was the only way he could get any work done when she was in an amorous mood.
She brought her hand back to his inner thigh, this time drifting it up to stroke him, feeling him already half-hard and swelling against her palm. "You know you can't resist me," she purred.
In hindsight, she could have read his body language better, his tense expression and clenched jaw. Papa was not in a playful mood and she was playing with fire. She had very rarely seen his short temper directed at her, but when she had it was both terrifying and arousing. The way his white eye would glow red made her stomach drop and a warmth spread between her legs, always unsure whether his fury would lead to pain or pleasure. He had that look in his eyes again, but by the time she saw, it was too late.
He threw his laptop to the side, swatting her hand away. He flipped her onto her stomach, gripping her wrists hard enough to bruise and pinning them over her head. She expected to feel his hot kisses against her neck and back, his erection grinding against her ass, a flurry of dirty nothings growled into her ear. But what she felt instead was him roughly spreading her legs with his knees and the tip of his cock pressing between her folds.
"Papa, wait...please...ah AH!", she yelped.
He thrust into her hard, stopping half way but the damage was done. He felt the unmistakable friction of skin on skin, the burn keeping him from pushing any farther. Remorse washed over him like ice water and the fog of his anger cleared enough for him to be aware of her crying quietly under the weight of his body. "Fuck, Mira...I am so sorry...I lost control," he panted. She tried to squirm out of his grip, searching for the leverage to pull him out of her. "Easy, baby," he whispered, releasing her wrists and wrapping his arms around her. "It will only make it worse."
"Papa...its hurts," she whimpered.
"I know, baby. I know," he whispered with a slight tremor in his voice. "I will make it better, I promise." He brought a hand down between her legs, barely grazing her clit. She flinched sharply, already hypersensitive and he pressed kisses into her hair to soothe her.
Papa's touch was gentle, a stark contrast to the heated exchange moments before. His fingers found her clit, already swollen and sensitive from the initial intrusion. He rubbed her slowly, his touch feather-light, urging her body to respond. Mira's breath hitched as he began to circle the bud, his fingers coaxing her to relax. He leaned down, his lips finding the sensitive spot behind her ear. She felt the tension in her body ease, her hips instinctively aching to move in sync with his touch and he felt her flinch with a tiny yelp. "I know, baby. Try to stay still," he soothed.
"Papa..." she moaned, her voice barely a whisper. His fingers moved faster, his touch more insistent. He could feel her inner walls start to flutter against the sensitive tip of his cock and he knew she was close. "Do not fight it, baby," he commanded gently. "Let yourself feel it."
With a weak cry, Mira's body shuddered as waves of pleasure washed over her and the rippling of her muscles pulled him deeper. He thrust into her, his cock now slick with her arousal, until he was fully inside her. Lying on their sides he held her tight in his arms, clinging to her as her breathing returned to normal. "Are...are you alright, Mira?", he asked quietly. She nodded with a small sigh. "Do you want to stop?" She shook her head silently before craning her neck back to meet his gaze, tears threatening to fall down his rugged cheeks, and pulled him in for a slow, deep kiss.
He started to move inside her, slowly at first, studying her face for signs of discomfort. She wrapped her arm around his neck, holding their intense eye contact as their bodies arched and contracted in unison.
He guided her leg to drape over his hip, opening her wide, pressing into her deeper. Mira's breath hitched as Papa's thrusts became stronger, his body pressing against hers with a newfound urgency. She felt the heat between them, their bodies slick with a mix of sweat and arousal. His fingers returned to circle her clit, moving in a ragged, desperate rhythm. She could feel the pressure building inside her, her body tensing in anticipation. "Papa," she whimpered. "I'm so close." He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "I want to feel you come," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I love you so much." His hips moved faster, his cock sliding in and out of her with a rhythm that made her eyes roll back in her head. She could feel the tension in her body, her muscles straining and quivering. With a cry that was half pain, half pleasure, she came hard on his cock, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure ripped through her. Papa's body tensed, his movements becoming jerky as he followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing inside her as he found his own release. They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Papa pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her as he kissed the top of her head.
They laid together in silence for a while before Mira said quietly, "I'm sorry I was being such a brat earlier."
He squeezed her harder, burying his face into her soft hair. "No, Mira. There is no excuse for the way I behaved. It will not happen again."
His promise hung in the air and he felt her body fully relax in his arms for the first time all evening.
"Don't you still have work you need to get done?", she asked.
"Later. This is more important right now." He pressed one last tender kiss to her temple and the combined warmth of their bodies and the steady rhythm of their synchronized breaths lulled them into a peaceful sleep.
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If you like this story, check out my others on AO3. They're usually longer, but always guaranteed to be smut-tastic.
Comments and suggestions are always welcome. Thanks for reading!
Do you happen to know what ghouls are in the 'gays! Gays! Gays!' Chant clip because I think that's the funniest video ever but I'm so curious as to who it is and I don't know when the video was filmed so I can't checkđ
YES! that's very fortunate anon cus I happen to know what ghouls are in that clip and I can show you how to tell them apart :D
on papa's left we have aero (the tallest air during meliora) on papa's right we have pebble (little earth) and it's not hard to see delta (water) since he's got his bass on
the moment they start chanting GAYS! GAYS! you can see omega on delta's side with his black guitar on and finally there's alpha between aero and delta. plus you can see omega's rings and alpha's tattoo a few times
here's the full clip so you can check it by yourself
as for when the video was filmed I believe it was prob during 2015 cus that's the mask face terzo had at that time
here is your daily reminder to COMMENT ON THE AO3 FICS YOU READ! it goes such a long way, especially if itâs a multi-chapter work and you can only leave kudos once. ANYTHING is an acceptable commentâemojis, keyboard smash, screaming, in-depth analysis! i promise you, the writers want it ALL
During the show Ghost sometimes uses backing tracks that play alongside TFâs vocals, usually in very high or very low singing parts that are harder for him to handle live. Itâs most noticeable in the âgrowlingâ parts that some songs contain, e.g. the âour father who art in hellâ part in Ritual, âI am all eyesâ bridge in Faith, and of course during the whole of Mummy Dust. Thanks to the backing tracks, the sound is deeper, fuller and more sinister ;)
This recording of Mummy Dust contains the main vocal feed only and the backing track is silenced - so, in other words, this is how the live vocals sound without any embellishments. To hear the difference you can listen to this recording where the backing track is present.
The vocal cue at the beginning is what the band hears in their earpieces. Because musicians donât hear music the way we do at shows (sometimes they choose to only hear their own instrument/voice), they need cues to be in sync with others.
Warnings: Body Worship (okay, turned out less body worship and more just worship in general but fuck it, I wanted to write it this way lmao); fingering; vaginal fingering; cunnilingus; marking; piv; vaginal sex; unprotected sex; praise kink; yâall this is soft soft, and I love it; religious symbolism; corruption kink; hair pulling; multiple orgasms;
Author's Note: This is a continuation of October 3rd, so if you havenât read that, please go and do so before you read this! Thanks!
Recommended listening: Chase Atlantic with their self-titled 2017 album.
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Under the cloak of night, he crept through the ancient cobblestone streets of Rome, heart pounding in his chest like a drumbeat of impending doom. The Vaticanâs towering walls loomed before him, a fortress of faith and secrets. Driven by a love forbidden by both church and society, he had come to breach the sanctumâs impenetrable defenses.
His leather-soled shoes barely made a sound as he approached the towering stone wall that guarded the Vaticanâs secrets. In the moonâs pale glow, he could make out the shadows of security guards patrolling the perimeter. He crouched low, his heart racing with each passing second, and carefully assessed their movements.
Timing was everything. With the precision of a cat, he found his moment when two guards turned their backs, engaged in hushed conversation. In one swift, heart-pounding motion, he scaled the wall, fingers gripping the rough stone edges, and muscles straining with urgency. His breath held, he cleared the top, dropping silently to the other side, where the hallowed ground of Vatican City stretched out before him. It was almost as if he could feel the soles of his feet burning as it touched the hallowed ground, and forced him to move forward quickly.
Silent as a whisper, he navigated the maze of corridors of the Vaticanâs residential quarters. The opulence and history that surrounded him seemed at odds with the clandestine nature of his mission. Portraits of pontiffs from centuries past stared down at him from gilded frames, their judgmental eyes seemingly aware of his transgressions.
He moved with caution, avoiding the gaze of any servants or clergy members who might cross his path, clutching onto his Grucifix pendant in his thick hand in an attempt to shield his true identity. His knowledge of the Vaticanâs layout was limited, but the urgency of his desire propelled him forward.
Finally, he found himself outside a front door, familiar to him only by the number heâd been given. He knew this was where you resided, his forbidden lover, a cardinal of the church with all the responsibilities but none of the titles or accolades. With trembling hands, he reached for the doorknob, his heart pounding louder than the sacred hymns echoing through the Vaticanâs hallowed halls.
The room was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, casting dancing shadows on the richly adorned tapestries that lined the walls. He had finally found your apartments, and with a mixture of apprehension and longing, he pushed the door open, revealing the inner sanctum of the Popeâs daughter.
Inside, you sat at a writing desk, the dim light revealing the weariness etched into your features. Your modest dress hung off your frame just as pristine as you liked it. You looked up from your work, your eyes widening in shock and disbelief as they met his.
Time seemed to stand still as your gazes locked. Words failed you both, as the weight of your forbidden rendezvous hung heavy in the air. You stood from your seat slowly eyes fixed on the now cocky Secondo whose arms were outstretched as though he wanted you to run to him and welcome him into your home. Run to him you did, but no words of welcome were exchanged.
Your palms reached his shoulders and with a force, you pushed him, anger now taking hold of your body. âWhat are you doing here!?â You hissed, clearly livid by his intrusion. This was not how he wanted things to go. âMy father will be here any minute! What do you think heâd do if he found a Cardinal of the Satanic Church in his daughterâs room?â
Secondo grinned, his black upper lip stretching into a lacivious smile. âHopefully heâd understand my intensions and close the door behind him.â
Your hand connected with his cheek, a red mark forming instantly. Just as you were about to lay into him, you heard a familiar voice sounding from the entryway. â___?â Your father had arrived.
Secondoâs eyes widened, now understanding the gravity of the situation. Though the Catholic church was supposed to be a pinnacle of moral upstanding, it wasnât uncommon for Popes to take drastic measures to protect their Papacy, even if it meant defying their Godâs wishes. Thou shalt not murder - unless of course they pose a threat to your power and need to be eradicated. Secondo knew that given he was a footsoldier of the Devil, a Satanic rat sent to plague the people with âimmoralityâ, your father would have no problem crucifying him on the steps of St. Peterâs Basilica.
âHide!â You shout-whispered, your panic even greater than Secondoâs.
Secondo wasted no more time, diving into your bedroom and throwing himself under your bed, thankful that you didnât use it as storage. He did so at just the right time, because while he couldnât see your father from his position, he could hear him and he was right where Secondo had stood just thirty seconds prior.
âWhat are you doing in here?â Your father asked, his tone certainly suspicious. âWhy didnât you come when I called?â
âSorry, father, I was doing some work. Correspondances.â
Your father hummed in acknowledgement. âThereâs a meeting tomorrow morning at ten oâclock. Weâre gathering officials to discuss how weâre going to remove the vermin.â
Secondo didnât need to visit the Vatican often to know that the vermin your father was referring to was the Satanic Church. He rolled his eyes and contorted his face to childishly mimic and mock your father - though he knew no one could see him, it was a knee-jerk reaction and he thought it was funny.
You hesitated before you spoke. âYes, father.â
âSomething you want to say?â
There were, in fact, several things you wanted to say to your father and none of them were kind. After spending as much time as you did with Secondo, you had grown to understand that they werenât the monsters you used to fear and that the way your father and other members of your church talked about them was terrifying. You wanted to yell at your father for not treating you as you deserved, as well. How you were always promoted within the church, but could never retain the title as âwomen didnât hold powerful positionsâ. But he had no problem using you to benefit his politics and Papacy. But all your thoughts would fall on deaf ears, and so you settled on a, âNo, father.â
âExcellent. Iâll see you tomorrow, then.â
âSee you tomorrow.â
As the Pope finally left the room, you sank back against the door you had closed behind him, your emotions in turmoil. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to collect yourself. That was the moment Secondo had been waiting for. He emerged from his hiding spot, his presence a comfort and a promise in the midst of your forbidden⊠whatever this was. The silence between you was palpable, broken only by the flickering candles and the distant echoes of Vatican life outside your apartment. He watched as you composed yourself, trying to calm yourself of the anger your father had left you with only to feel it flare up when you saw the Satanic Cardinal standing in your bedroom doorway.
âWhy did you come here?â You quietly shouted at him, anger ever present in your voice. âYou know what would happen to you if someone saw you - what would happen to me, too!â
You stood there, lecturing him about his behaviour, hands flailing about the room in your frustration and a small amount of hatred dancing in your eyes. As you unleashed your fury, your words cutting through the air like a storm, he couldnât help but be mesmerized by the raw beauty of your anger. Your eyes blazed with intensity, your voice resonated with passion, and your fierce determination only made you more captivating. In that moment, your rage seemed to enhance your allure, and he found himself irresistibly drawn to you. Never had he seen a woman before so beautiful than you in that moment.
He thought back to when he first met you, how your anger and hatred towards him had fuelled his lust, and how it forced him to act against his better judgement to take your virginity on a desk that didnât belong to him in the bowls of the Ministry.
Caught between the tumultuous emotions swirling around them, he took a step closer, unable to resist the magnetic pull of your presence. Your anger had laid bare the depth of your relationship, and he knew that your illicit connection was a flame that refused to be extinguished. As you continued to vent your frustrations, he reached out, gently taking your face into his hands and pressing his lips against yours, silencing you, a fervent promise that he would stand with you against all odds, consequences be damned.
You pushed against him at first, not because you didnât want to kiss him, but because he had the nerve to silence you when you were talking. But the more you melted into his arms, the less resistance you put up, and allowed yourself to be caught by him as you began to fall from grace. Though your descent from righteousness started when you gave yourself to him, it was that kiss that solidified your feelings, and made you realise that however much you loved your God, you were sure you loved Secondo more.
Passions grew when he pressed you against your door, trapping you between him and the wood. His hands moved from your face, down your arms, and tickled at the bare skin until he finally settled at your hips. Your hands gripped at his cassock, holding on tightly and pulling him as close as he could possibly be to you, but even then that wasnât close enough. His kisses ignited a fire in you that shouldnât have been lit in the first place, and had you submitting and bending to his wishes willingly. When his fingers tightened on your hips and began lifting your dress, you let him. When his tongue begged for entrance to your mouth, you let it. When his hand found the gusset of your panties, you spread your legs to allow him easy access. When he dipped below the waistband, and stroked a tentative finger over your clit, you moaned into his mouth to encourage him to do it again.
In this moment, he wasnât a servant of Satan. He was yours. Your ardent and eager slave, a genie sent to grant all of your wishes even if you didnât know that he had them. His lips travelled South from yours, roaming over vast expanses of your body in search of a single destination. He moved to your jaw, your neck, your clothed dress, your stomach, hips, thighs. He dropped to his knees in front of you, his glove-covered fingers pulling your panties down with him as he knelt before you. You watched him hesitate for a moment, before wide eyes stared up at you as if to plead with you to grant him permission. His eyes were mismatched and popped against his Cardinal paints, a gentle yet emblazoned fire in his eyes as he waited for you. You couldnât say no; you simply didnât want to. You needed him probably more than he needed you. You nodded.
He gently lifted your leg in his hands and kissed it from ankle to knee. The higher up his lips went, the more passionately he kissed, and once more he played using his tongue. But now, in addition to kissing, he started sucking, leaving a trail of numerous dark brown hickeys on your thigh. No one would be able to see them here, but every time you caught a glimpse of your naked body, you would be reminded of them. Of him. Of what he did to you and the shame that was supposed to come with it. Shame that you refused to feel because that would imply you regretted letting him have his way with you. But even when you were worshipping your Lord, when you were in the confessional booth, you couldnât bring yourself to regret your actions.
He immediately dove in and started licking and sucking at your clit. He forgot to take it easy and instead allowed himself to just take from you what he wanted because he was so desperate and needy for your taste. He was encouraged to continue his movements by the faint and low whimpers that escaped from your partially opened mouth.
âYes! Just like that!â Due to the strong suction he applied, you whispered, ending your sentence with a particularly breathy moan.
One of your hands flew to his head, gripping onto his hat and throwing it to the side allowing you to rest your hand there, pushing his face into your heat. Your hips bucked in pleasure, riding his tongue and taking what you needed from him. âSecondo!â The hand that wasnât resting on his head flew up to your mouth, covering your exceptionally desperate moans as you came on his tongue, silencing yourself as much as you could so the Clergy wouldnât hear your pleasure from the other side of the door.
When your orgasm had completely subsided, Secondo released you from his suctioned hold, his chin glistening with your juices and a small grin on his face. That grin altered your brain chemistry and instilled a confidence in you that you didnât know you had. You pulled him by his cassock back to his feet and crashed your lips against his, kissing him much harder than before. You could taste yourself in his mouth, your own essence moving onto your tastebuds and heightening your arousal. Your hand gripped onto his and pulled off the first glove, still with your lips attached to his, and once it was off his hand, you threw it somewhere in the room. The second glove met the same fate.
You pushed him away from you and pulled at your zipper, undoing the dress and letting it pool around your feet. Your bra was the next to go, falling to the floor and exposing your breasts to him. You stood completely bare in front of him, looking at his face as his eyes ran over your body, drinking in every part of you he could see and committing it to memory. You then took his hand and walked him to the bedroom.
Before today, all your secret meetings had taken place after or during official meetings between your churches, sneaking off while representatives met to discuss peace or something redundant that both sides would ignore. Your meetings had been limited, but over the course of that week had been frequent. Yet for each of your encounters together, Secondo had taken charge. Despite how much he degraded you, how disrespectful his words were, you had grown to trust him entirely. He would never push you passed your limits, or do something to deliberately hurt you that you hadnât already asked for or expressed your wish to try. Though he always used his experience to heighten yours, you were very much the pace-setter.
This was never more evident by his willingness for you to push him down onto the bed once his cassock and underwear was on your bedroom floor. How he happily lay on his back and watched you crawl up his body, tongue laving over his hairy stomach and chest and driving you further upwards. In your hubris, as your mouths connected in a passionate kiss, you took his length into your hands and lined him up with your sopping entrance, preparing both of you for the stretch you were about to experience. You felt Secondoâs hands move to your hips, supporting you as you sunk down onto him, taking him inside you in one fell swoop. This motion had you both breaking the kiss, mouths falling open in a perfect âoâ and your eyebrows raising while his furrowed, darkening his eyes.
You sat up, taking him even further down, and when you bounced for the first time, you ripped a growl from his throat. His back arched, his fingers tightened their grip on your hips. âFuck!â He gasped when you did it again.
Your inexperience made it difficult for you to find a rhythm, your hands falling to his stomach to support you but failing to give you both the pleasure you needed. Secondo changed your motions for you, instead of helping you bounce, he used his hands to move you back and forth. âNo, grind on me, little lamb.â He told you. You found a rhythm pretty quickly. âJust like that. Good girl.â
This position had your clit rubbing against his pubic mound and his cock moving inside you perfectly. The slight upwards curvature of him meant that each time you moved back, he hit that sweet spot inside you and caused you to cry out.
The more you moved, the more confident you became in your ability and allowed you to relax and just feel him - feeling the way he felt inside you, hitting your walls with each movement, his hands gripping onto you tight enough to leave more marks for you to admire later. While your eyes were closed in pleasure, his were wide open, drinking in every inch of your body and admiring you from below. He got to see you in your full glory, breasts bouncing with each thrust, thighs jiggling, mouth agape in ecstasy. The placement of your bed in the room in contrast with the overhead light created an ethereal glow, almost giving you a perfect halo around your head.
An angel.
You were an angel - you were his angel. The once good, Catholic girl who he loathed to look at, who made his life Hell in all the wrong ways. The righteous child who preached to those who didnât want it, who was so sure in her decisions being the right one, now warmly accepting her mortal enemy into her body without much of a second thought. Now giving into temptation and pleasuring herself, against the will of her Lord, with the very man her book warned her about. The daughter of God using the son of Lucifer to commit sin after sin within the walls of the most hallowed building. It was almost as if he could feel your soul tainting with each thrust of your hips, your purity disintegrating along with his willpower each time a moan fell from your lips.
âPlease,â you whimpered, âtalk to me. Like you normally would.â
Degrade you? Now? He couldnât possibly. He couldnât find it within himself to tear you apart when you looked as you did: red-faced, sweating, panting and gasping for air as you felt him all the way up in your stomach. âI canât.â
âPlease.â
âNo.â
âWhy?â He didnât answer at first, hoping youâd drop this crusade. But you were determined to get what you wanted and so, you stopped moving. âWhy?â
âLittle lamb, move.â
âWhy?â
He lifted your hips a little more and tried to thrust into you, but you fought against him. âFor fuck sake!â He sat up, his nose mere centimetres from yours, his eyes burning with anger and lust, pupils blown so far out the colour had disappeared entirely. His hand moved to the back of your head and pulled at the roots of your hair, lips brushing against your neck as he spoke, âBecause you are divine. Move, please.â When he lay back down you picked the pace back up exactly how you did before you stopped, working towards your orgasm. His eyes remained on you the whole time. âYou want me to tell you how sinful you are, hm? How much of a bad girl you are for defying your Lord?â
âYes!â
âI wonât. I wonât use the same words that they do. Fucking shit! I canât use those words when Lilith herself blessed you with ethereal beauty. When she placed her most beautiful creation on this Earth to walk amongst the mortals; art amongst the rats. I will not degrade one who was made to conquer men.â
You were breathless, both from the exertion and his words. âI c-conquered you?â
âBody, mind, soul,â he gripped hold of your hand and pulled it to his rest on chest, âand heart.â Your eyes met his in surprise, and your body shook as though electricity was running through it. âConquered and enslaved. I will forever be yours, and worship you like the goddess you are.â
His large hand that had completely covered yours moved up your arm and began to rub both of his around your body, gripping onto pieces and stroking gently.
âSecondo!â
By the way your walls were fluttering around him, he knew you were almost at your peak. âCum for me, little lamb. Bless me with your holy water.â
This orgasm was much more intense than your first, your body shaking and your eyes glazing over. Your back arched as it washed over you, your fingers digging into his arms and leaving half-moon prints in his skin. âFuck!â You screamed softly, like your body had just been plunged into cold water.
âThatâs it. Thatâs right. Give it to me.â
âSecondo! Oh my God!â
He pushed you off his cock and put you on the bed beside him, turning you to lie flat on your stomach. Your hips were lifted just enough for a pillow to sit below you, then you felt him mount you from behind, draping his entire body over you. His lips found their way to your ear as his cock lined up with your hole once more. âYour God doesnât deserve you.â He told you as he entered you again, pressing you against the mattress. His hand found yours and interlocked his fingers with yours as he began to thrust into you, moving at a similar pace to when he usually fucked you. Hard, fast, dirty. But this time there was something new, something tender in the way he touched you, the way his other hand rested atop your hip.
âI will forever get on my knees for you,â he told you between grunts, âand worship between these hallowed walls.â He kissed your shoulder blades. âI will thank you for all that you give me. I am yours.â
âIâm yours, Secondo.â You turned your head to capture his lips and give him a deep kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth as his cock continued to slide in and out of your tight, wet heat.
He surrounded you, every inch of his body running against yours and trapping you between him and the mattress in a way youâd never felt before - making you feel safe. His words told you that you were loved, despite the violent speed they ran through your head as he occupied every inch of your mind. His scent, woody and musky, filled your nose. His grunts and growls swallowed by your mouth in your unbroken, needy kiss. He loved you. Heâd risen to catch you as youâd fallen for him. In that moment, nothing else mattered. God and Satan be damned. Theyâd ruled your lives too much, you both deserved this.
âCum for me.â You whispered into his lips. âGive it to me, give me everything.â
âWhere can I cum?â
âInside me. I wanna feel you inside me.â
âFucking hell!â
His hips snapped faster and more erratically until eventually he pushed himself as far as he could inside you, painting your walls with his cum. His eyes were tightly shut and a growl escaped him. He could feel his heart in his throat. His fingers tightened around yours when he came, gripping onto you and never wanting to let go.
As he came down from his high, he peppered your skin with kisses, black Cardinal paints very much wiped away at this point and his body exhausted from the exertion. He stayed inside you, softening with each passing second but not wanting to leave the warmth of your body just yet. You didnât want him to, either. But it had to happen eventually. He rolled off you, but kept his hand on your hip as he did and rolled you with him, wrapping you up in his capable arms and holding you close.
The later into the night it got, he knew heâd have to leave the Vatican and wait to see you for who knew how long, and that thought hurt him more than he could possibly. He did everything he could to commit you to memory; how you looked, felt, smelled. He needed something to see him through until the next time you managed to see him. And so, he held you close, doing his best to fight off sleep.
That was until your voice broke the silence. âHow would the Ministry feel if I left with you tonight?â
Warnings: Hate sex; mean dom!Secondo; virgin!Reader; catholic!Reader (for now); degradation; piv; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it); semi-public sex; corruption kink; cunnilingus; multiple orgasms; dubcon; choking; breeding kink?; cum eating (because Iâm a slut for it okay? Iâll see you in the goddamn parking lot); vaginal sex; loss of virginity;
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Your father becoming the Pope was not something you anticipated, but it was definitely a dream of his. As his daughter, you had your own responsibilities to the church that you had to maintain, as well as making sure your fatherâs reputation and standing in the Catholic church remained good and respectable.
You had made it your mission to save as many souls as possible, but only one you had given up on. He was the second son of a man named Nihil Emeritus - a lowly man who called himself Papa and claimed to be the anti-Pope for the Satanic Church. The leader of the opposition. His second son, known simply as Secondo, was cardinal to his father, and was a real piece of work.
You had, in previous years, tried to show him the way of the light, the way of the Lord. But he would always counter you with ridiculous quips and notions about Him that made your blood boil. How can one person be so blind to the rulers that oppress them as much as Satan did? How can they follow a beast so blindly and stray so far from all that was pure?
Constant talks between Satanic and Catholic churches would happen to set specific boundaries both physical and spiritual, but once a year, the Vatican and the Ministry would meet to set an example to followers on both sides - though everyone hated these meetings and wanted them to end, it was important for your church to be seen at the very least converting the dark ones with kindness and love that our Lord had shown you and taught you to be.
This year, for the first time in a hundred years, the Ministry were to host the talks and you were nervous to say the least. You were uncomfortable entering such a sinful building, filled with demons and lost souls, covered in pentagrams and statues of the Devil. As you walked through the white marble halls, you clutched onto your crucifix necklace and prayed quietly for the Lord to keep you safe.
Outside, they had a press conference and photo opportunity. Your father and the blasphemous Nihil had their pictures taken together, shaking hands and pretending to engage in important conversations for the sake of the press, before the rest of the churches were invited to take photos together like a NATO Summit. He was placed next to you.
His ungodly mismatched eyes hidden underneath layers of thick, black paint making him look like a bald panda. Not a single hair underneath his zucchetto, instead the only hair on his head coming from his eyebrows and his moustache. It would be unseemly to compare his aesthetic to a certain kind of video, but he definitely looked like he came straight out of it. You were both in our twenties but his choice of appearance made him look so much older than you. Yet there he was, confidently standing in a respected Cardinalâs uniform, soiling it with a grucifix and a perverted smile.
For the photograph, he put his arm around you, and rested his large, leather gloved hand on your bicep. Though your face was smiling like you were happy to be there, your insides were crawling with disgust. You shoved him off you as soon as the cameras had switched off. âGet your filthy hands off me, you creep!â
âOnly for the photo, dipshit. Believe me, looking at you makes my dick soft.â
âMust you always be so vulgar?â
âMust you always be a prude?â
âYou know, you are such a-â
âChildren,â You heard your fatherâs voice and immediately silenced yourself, âcome.â
âYes, father.â As you walked towards your father, you brushed passed Secondoâs shoulder hard and held your head up high, preserving what remained of your dignity. You knew your father would force you into penance later for your emotional outburst.
The day was seemingly endless, and you often found your mind drifting away with itself thinking of other things. At first, your mind went to lunch - what would those hellish kitchens serve you? No doubt ground up fetus spaghetti. But when your eyes met Cardinal Secondoâs, your thoughts drifted to him instead. If he wasnât so brutish, he would be attractive. If he was Catholic he would be attractive. But he was Satanic, an abomination. He needed saving.
Finally, you were granted a break and ran to the restroom as quickly as you could. Coming out, however, you ran into Secondo again.
âOh, look! Itâs the little snob.â He said, his face as stoic as usual. âProbably pissed out the holy water she drinks.â
âGo stick your face in it, see how it feels to burn.â
He raised his eyebrows. âI didnât know you were into that.â
âYou should repent. Beg the Lord for forgiveness. Turn to the light.â
âIâm much happier under the watchful eye of the fallen archangel, thanks.â
âYouâll burn in Hell.â
âThatâs the idea.â
âFilthy sinners deserve to rot there. You and your family will suffer if you donât-â
He moved towards you and grabbed your chin with his index finger and thumb, his eyes filled with anger and hate. You felt your heart rate spike in fear, yes, but there was also something else you couldnât identify. âListen to me, you stupid little sheep. I couldnât give a fuck about your Lord, your God or the idiots who follow you. I donât care about that fucking book you live and breathe by and I donât care about you. You dare to come into my house and dictate what I do? Iâll do what I please, and worship who I please. Maybe you should repent, Sathanas would appreciate how you looked on your knees.â
âGet off me!â You shoved him as hard as you could and freed yourself from his touch. âYou vile, filthy pig!â You hit his shoulder. âYou sinful, disgusting cockroach! I would never get on my knees for evil bastards like you or your deranged goat god!â
âBut you would get on your knees. Unless of course, youâre a virgin.â
You hit him again.
He gasped. âYou are!â He laughed. âSaving yourself for marriage, huh? Keeping yourself pure and holy for a god that would kill you with no thoughts of regret.â He grasped onto your chin again. âI could save you, you know? Show you a better way of living. Worshiping a god who worships you back, and sends you the greatest pleasures youâve ever known.â As he spoke, his face got closer and closer to yours until he was a single inch away from you. You could feel his breath on your face, smell the coffee from his break just moments ago. âTell me to stop, little lamb, and I will.â
You should have. You donât know why you didnât. Maybe there was a part of you that hated how controlled you were by your father. Maybe there was a part of you that wanted to be tempted by a servant of sin. You werenât sure about the reason, but you knew that when his lips touched yours and he pulled you in for the most passionate kiss youâve ever had, or the only kiss youâd ever had, you were tasting a glimpse of the pleasure he offered you. His tongue immediately sought entry to your mouth, and you granted the permission, letting him take the lead and teach you what to do. It felt so good. You had to stop. This was wrong.
You pushed him off you one final time and slapped his face. No words were spoken, there wasnât anything to say. He didnât look offended by your slap, nor did he look put off by it. He still looked at you with the same lustful expression he had moments ago. And you couldnât stop yourself.
Your hands gripped his cassock and pulled him back in for another kiss, this one more violent and desperate than it was before. It was messy, all teeth and tongues and no finesse to it whatsoever. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer to his body, before gripping onto your ass. The feel of his covered hands clutching onto you sent a thrill through your frame youâd never felt before. Before you knew it, a moan had escaped from your lips and caught up onto his, which made him smile.
The sound of people approaching made you both pull away from each other. You began to panic. You were sure you looked disheveled enough from the kiss alone, and the Cardinalâs cheek was beginning to redden where you slapped it. In a panic, you grabbed hold of his hand and ran into the first unlocked door you could find, keeping the lights off and shutting yourselves in as quietly as you can. Secondo was chuckling at you, but you simply held a hand over his mouth and kept as quiet as you possibly could. You couldnât be seen being intimate with a member of the Satanic church! It would ruin everything. When the people left, you sighed in relief.
You had unknowingly pulled both of you into an office of some kind, but you didnât know whose office it was, or if theyâd even be back. It was in the silence of the room that you realised what youâd just done. And how close you were to Secondo. Before more doubts could sneak back in, your lips found each otherâs again. You donât know who started it, but now that you had, you couldnât keep your hands off each other. His zucchetto was the first thing to hit the floor, followed by your own hat and your heels.
Secondoâs mouth travelled to your neck and began placing open mouthed kisses there, driving you mad with want. You couldnât think of anything else other than him. You loathed him, he was evil. But he felt so good.
He backed you up against the desk in the room and continued to kiss your neck, his hands roaming all over your body. His were the first to touch you in so many places: your shoulders, your arms, your waist, your stomach, your breasts and now your thighs.
Your legs opened for him automatically so he could slot comfortably between them. Your sun dress hiked up over your thighs, giving him perfect access to your panties which were now drenched in your arousal. It wasnât long before his hands made their way under your skirts and stroking over your vulva. He barely pulled away from your neck to utter his words, âthe good Catholic girl, soaking wet for the Devilâs son. Do you think your god is watching, little lamb? Hm?â His fingers moved your panties aside. âDo you think heâs disappointed in you giving into temptation?â
âYes.â
He stood up straight, his forehead touching yours as his finger rolled over your clit. You released a strangled noise at the new sensation, and your hips bucked. âYouâve been a good girl up until now, havenât you? Keeping yourself pure for your god. My god sent me to you,â he pushed one finger inside your wet heat tapping upwards immediately, âI am His gift to you. Tell me, little lamb, will you accept His gift, even just for today? Will you let the one you hate the most defile you?â
âYes!â
He kissed your lips again as his fingers hooked into your pure white panties and pulled them off you. He got onto his knees and directed your legs to rest onto his shoulders. You couldnât help it. âI hate you so fucking much - ah!â
He silenced you by wrapping his lips around your clitoris and sucking hard, not giving you any chance to ease into this. You could feel him smirk into your cunt as he lapped up your juices, shaking his head and licking away until he was convinced you were seeing stars.
Your hands flew to his head, holding onto him as if you were about to float away. The pleasure was so overwhelming, and nothing like anything youâd ever felt before. Sexual pleasure of all types was a sin - and you had never indulged at all. You were too scared to. You were an adult, so sheltered about adult things you knew nothing of what your body could do. But now here you were, legs spread with the son of the anti-pope licking up your arousal like he was eating his first meal in days.
That same son was now inserting a finger inside of you again, tapping up and making you cry out. Your noises were uncontrollable and loud, but there was nothing you could do about it. Silence didnât feel like an option. You needed to make noise and you couldnât explain why. You gasped when he added a second finger. Your hips moved on their own accord and you bucked into the pleasure, simultaneously wanting to escape it but also get as close to it as physically possible.
âW-wait!â You said. Your words were slurred and your voice full of panic. âS-somethingâs happening. You - mmm - you have t-to stop please!â
He ignored you entirely, refusing to stop his ministrations no matter how much you squirmed. âStop, y-you sack of sh-shit. Oh my God!â His other hand, somehow so powerful, stopped your hips from wriggling away and pinned you to the desk. You were helpless when you toppled over the edge, seeing black as you came for the first time. Secondo worked you until you were overstimulated and collapsed back onto the cold wood of the desk. Your body covered in sweat and your breathing laboured. Your head was spinning from the intensity and you could barely move.
Secondo stood, his hand on his crotch moving his cassock out the way to free himself. His cock was big, or to you it was anyway, girthy and as long as his hand. He gripped your hips and pulled you towards the edge, making sure you were easy access for him. He lined his cock up to your vulva once more, but instead of pushing inside he rubbed himself against your folds, groaning at the feel. âThis is your last chance,â he told you, âtell me to leave and I will. If you donât, I will sodomise this virgin cunt of yours.â
The feel of his cock against your folds was torturous. Your hole was clenching around nothing, screaming for him to enter you and have his way with you. There was a small voice in your head telling you to run, leave now while you still could. Your whimpers and the sound of your wetness was now the only noise in the room.
âWhat do you want, little lamb? Do you want me to stop?â
âNo!â
He stopped his ministrations and placed the head of his cock at your entrance and pushed in the smallest amount, not enough to completely penetrate you, but enough to drive you insane. âTell me what you want.â
âF-fuck me.â The request tasted weird but you meant it.
Secondo nodded. He grabbed hold of your hand and held it. âLook at me.â He told you.
For a second, you looked vulnerable and it made his dick throb. You sat up and placed your hand on his chest, nervously pushing him away with no force. âWill it hurt?â You had always been told that it would hurt, and now you were scared youâd be in pain.
His own tough facade dissipated briefly, and the hand that wasnât gripped in yours went to cup your face. âNo.â He said gently. âYou are wet enough and my fingers stretched you. But if it hurts too much you must tell me.â
You nodded.
With you now concentrating on him, he began to push into you. His thick cock spread your walls a little further than his fingers did, and the pressure was a lot. Both of your hands moved up to his neck, grasping onto him, as your eyebrows worried and your mouth fell open. Every time you thought he would stop he just kept going.
âYou good?â
Your body was on fire. There were too many things to feel. âYes. Oh God!â
The toughness returned to his demeanour and there was a dark glint in his eye. âYour god canât help you now, little lamb.â
Before you had the chance to process his words, he pulled out of you and then slammed all the way back in, causing you to scream It felt Earth-shatteringly good to have him inside you. He did it again. And again. âYou sadistic bastard!â You exclaimed in between moans.
He laughed but said nothing, instead concentrating his gaze on where your bodies met. Every rough thrust sent you a little further across the desk, and your back couldnât remain upright. You allowed yourself to lie back down again, your body jiggling violently with every movement. You had to bite your finger to keep you from screaming again.
âLook at you,â Secondo began, âlying there with your - fuck - your legs spread like a c-common whore.â You tightened. âThe whore likes being reminded of who she is, hm?â
His hips moved faster and faster as he got more into his head, watching your tits bounce as he defiled you.
âWhatâs the matter, little lamb? Devil steal that tongue? Mm, shit. No smart remark? Wh-whereâs that snobby cunt who keeps telling me to repent now?â He pulled out of you and manhandled you off the desk, spinning you around and bending you over it slightly. He slammed into you once more. His hand wrapped around your throat. âOh, thatâs right, sheâs booking herself a one way ticket to Hell.â
âFuck you!â You hissed.
âGiving yourself willingly to the son of Satan. Oh, how the righteous fall from grace.â
His other hand ran seductively down your body, and as his teeth began to bite your ear, his finger stroked your clit in circles. His breath in your ear, his hand on your clit, his cock in your cunt, it was all too much. You were surrounded by him, breathing him. He was everywhere and difficult to escape. But you didnât want to escape. This was the most free youâd ever felt, the best youâd ever felt. You came around his cock this time, tugging at his cassock and gasping for air, collapsing back onto the table.
In your mind, you saw the crucifix within your private quarters at the Vatican - the very same one that was gifted to you by the previous pope. You could see Jesus as if he were right in front of you. The look of disappointment present on his face as he watched you give into temptation and gift your most sacred gift to the Devil. The disappointment didnât make you feel guilty for once in your life.
With that thought in your mind and the fog cleared, you began taking control, meeting Secondoâs thrusts with as much passion as he was giving which stole a guttural moan from him. âOh, fuck, just like that. Let me fuck this tight, virgin cunt. Take my cock, you fucking whore.â Both of his hands grasped your hips with such tightness, you thought he would bruise you. âYouâre gonna make me cum. Is that what you want, little lamb? Shit! You want me to cum deep in this cunt? Knock you up with the fucking Antichrist, hm?â
No. It was too risky. âFuck, fuck, fuck! Cum inside me. Give me your filth!â You heard yourself say.
With a growl, Secondo stilled and emptied himself into you, letting his own body fall forward and pin you down to the desk. You had no choice now, you were forced to take all his cum whether you wanted it or not. How would you beg for forgiveness now that the Devilâs seed was spilling into your willing womb?
Despite his exhaustion, Secondo dropped to his knees again and ran his tongue through your folds, collecting his cum from your pussy and working you towards your third and final orgasm. This was bordering on pain, but it felt so good. Your knuckles turned white from how hard you gripped the desk. Turning to look behind you, you saw him practically worshiping your cunt, and that alone was enough to tip you back over the edge.
When all had finished, and you were both redressing in silence, you realised the implications of what had just happened. You had committed the ultimate sin⊠and you didnât want to go backâŠ
