A full selection of smutty goodness below the cut-
Struggling to Procreate the Unholy Bastard (23 chapters/complete)
-You have been the Cardinal’s Prime Mover for two years and have yet to conceive. The elder clergy are losing patience. What lengths will you go to to secure the Emeritus line, and what will it cost you?
TW: Non-con, self-harm, character death, blood (see AO3 for full tags)
Tied As One Infernally - A Dracopia Story (16 chapters/ongoing/ slow burn)
-Cardinal Copia is really struggling to be a vampire. He's disgusted by blood and by himself. Did I mention he's in charge of the infirmary? To combat his feelings he starves himself, or sometimes he is able to feed but purges later.
TW: Bulimia, anorexia, non-con, blood (See AO3 for full tags)
Sex Surrogacy for Satan (8 chapters/ongoing)
-After discovering that the congregation is not being satisfied, Primo invites you, a sexual surrogate, to come to the abbey to help his brothers improve their skills. This is a large assignment, are you ready?
TW: Sex Surrogacy, sexual dysfunction (see AO3 for full tags)
Bearing the Ghoul Ones’ Bastard Sons (4 chapters/ongoing)
-With touring on hold, the Dark Lord has forbidden the Emeritus men from summoning more ghouls. Luckily there is another way to bring them into the world… if you’re brave enough.
TW: Breeding, non-con, medical procedures (see AO3 for full tags)
The Celi-Bet (5 chapters/complete)
-The Papas undertake a ‘No Nut November’-esque challenge to raise money for the church. Will any of them make it?
TW: Abstinence, Failed abstinence (see AO3 for full tags)
The Devil's Lace (3 chapters/complete)
-An illness hits the band as they return home from the road. It’s lucky really, had it struck during the tour it would have been devastating. But it may take more than medicine to help the ailing musicians…
TW: Non-con elements, vomiting (see AO3 for full tags)
The Morning After (One shot/complete)
-It was the morning after the Spring equinox party and it had been epic. You shifted uncomfortably in the large bed, it felt like you were surfacing from a coma. What did you do? More importantly, who did you do?
TW: Non-con elements, infidelity (see AO3 for full tags)
The Full Umbra Experience (One shot/complete)
-Frater Imperator is annoyed that Papa V writes about things he has never experienced. You and Frater decide to have your own Umbra experience at the local Catholic church.
-Papa takes out his pent up sexual tension on an innocent pastrami melt.
TW: Masturbation, sandwich defilement
Will you spill the wine? (One shot/complete)
-An embarrassing accident for Papa Emeritus III somehow devolves into in a smutty game.
TW: Piss (see AO3 for full tags)
Series - Cum-pletely Fucked - Unplanned Pregnancies in the Abbey
Part 1: You Get Me Closer to God... I mean Satan (One shot/complete)
-I offer you a virginal Cardinal Copia. He's madly in love with you and ready to be deflowered.
TW: Vomiting (see AO3 for full tags)
Part 2: Trifecta (One shot/complete)
-Copia had told you that the four Emeritus brothers had undergone a special communion with the dark lord, and that they would only be capable of siring children during Prime Mover rituals. You believed this because none of them had produced offspring, although they were all sexually active. And in Terzo’s case, extremely active... So, why are you in this predicament?
TW: Angry sex, vomiting (see AO3 for full tags)
Part 3: Vessel of Possibilities - A Choose Your Own Adventure with Terzo (4 chapters/ongoing)
-An encounter with Papa Emeritus III leads to a possibly life-altering decision for you. You are in control, so proceed as you wish.
TW: Unplanned pregnancy, abortion (see AO3 for full tags)
Series - CNC the Light
Part 1, Copia: Green Light of the Spectrum (One shot/complete)
-Copia would do anything for love, but can he do this?
TW: Consensual Non-Consent (see AO3 for full tags)
Part 2, Terzo: Wood (One shot/complete)
-Would you trade the beauty for the beast?
TW: Consensual Non-Consent (see AO3 for full tags)
Random thought: I don't think Copia could successfully have someone cockwarming him. He would either come immediately or just break and start thrusting.
Don't worry though, if you write it I'll still read it and love it. 💜
Happy Sunday Sinners! I'm still close to having the next Sex Surrogacy chapter finished. In the meantime enjoy more of this weird fic. (Yes, I know I'm the world's slowest writer, in my defense I have two kids and multiple jobs. But mostly I'm just slow.)
Bearing the Ghoul Ones’ Bastard Sons
Chapter 4: Papal Indulgences
Summary:
Perpetua seizes the moment.
You had eventually showered and eaten. The ghoulettes changed the sheets for you and brought you drinks and snacks. But as soon as you were back in bed you fell asleep for several hours.
You awoke at supper time to find Papa in your room.
“Sorella, how are you?” he asked.
You stretched and rested your hands on your middle. “Um, fine. Bloated, but feeling well,” you offered a small smile.
Papa ran his hand through his black curly hair. “Thank Satanas,” he sighed, “you were making sad noises in your sleep and I was worried.”
“Oh, really? I’m fine. How long have you been here?” you asked.
Papa had been there for about three hours. “Oh, just a few minutes, I-I feel like I need to be here. You know, in case the ghouls come back to bother you.”
You blushed. “Thanks Papa, but I don’t think they’ll be back. All of the hormones and pheromones have mostly likely worn off by now.” You considered the way he looked at you.
They haven’t all worn off, he thought, his cock begging for a chance to plow fields that others had plowed.
“Well, maybe, I could stay with you a little longer. Just in case?” he asked, swallowing thickly at the sight of your hair mussed by sleep. “It’s dinner time.”
You smiled, “I do seem to have worked up an appetite,” you offered.
Perpetua lit up. “Come to my quarters, we’ll eat and I can answer any questions you have about the next few months.”
“Ok, sounds nice.”
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You stopped at your dormitory to shower again. Cum was still leaking out of you and you reeked of ghoul sex. You changed into leggings and an oversized top. Maybe you should dress up, but it wasn’t a date, and your middle wouldn’t tolerate anything tight.
Perpetua greeted you with a hug. “I don’t think I’ve told you enough how relieved we are to have a beautiful Sister help with the ghoul breeding program.” He returned to tending to a pasta at the stove. The apron he wore highlighted his figure, and you couldn’t help but stare admiringly at his back side.
“It’s an honor,” you said. “But if I think about actually giving birth for too long, I might have a panic attack.”
Papa’s eyebrows pinched. “You can always talk to me,” he said. “I don’t want you to be scared. Copia is the best doctor and we have pain management. Plus, that is months away.” He began plating a delightful gnocchi.
You took a long inhale at the plate before you. “It smells amazing. And I know you’ll all take care of me. It’s just that I’ve never been pregnant, never even considered it before, so it’s scary.”
“Of course,” Papa said. “Really, I’m surprised that Copia didn’t scare everyone off. You’re very brave.”
You started to eat, embarrassed by his praise. “Copia tells it like it is. I appreciate that.”
Perpetua nodded, even though he thought his fratello was too blunt most of the time.
“So, I should have asked sooner, but am I expected to sleep in the ghoul dens until the birth? Or am I free to continue my normal routine?” You were nervous either way, not sure you wanted to be alone.
Perpetua was admiring the flush of trepidation in your cheeks. “Well, of course you are free to be wherever you are most comfortable. However,” he paused, trying to word it delicately.
“However, what?” you froze.
“In a week or so, they’ll be able to smell which embryos are growing. The ghouls responsible will become your watchdogs for the rest of the pregnancy. You don’t have to stay in the dens if you don’t want to, but expect ghouls guarding your door and at your side whenever you’ll allow it.” Perpetua waited to see how you’d react.
“Oh,” you processed, “Well, that’s kind of sweet, I guess.”
Papa felt his own desire to be with you, to protect you. “And I’m here. You’re always welcome here. I’ve never been through ghoul pregnancy with a human, but I know a great deal about ghouls in general. I’ll admit I could have done better last night keeping them in check, but I never considered that Dew could fit through the vents, and Storm-”
You stopped him, “Hey, don’t worry about it. It seems to have been successful. It’s fine, really.”
Papa exhaled, “You’re glowing already. I’m sure it’s worked.” He stood and ran his arm down your shoulder before beginning to clear the table.
You locked eyes with him for a moment, before standing to help. “Those are kind words. You know I’m about to be huge. I’ll be lucky if I fit through any of the doors. I might have to sleep in the hall.”
“You could never be anything short of beautiful,” he said seriously.
The two of you began putting away the food. “Papa, is this dinner because you want to be with me too?” You stared down at the pasta, not wanting to see his expression in case you were wrong.
He shook his head defensively. “Sorella, there are no strings attached to this meal. I care about you and I-” His babbling was cut off as he nearly dropped the tupperware he was holding, spilling sauce down his apron. “Shit.” A pout twisted his lips and he wet a towel and began to clean off the fabric.
You chuckled. “Here Papa, let me help. We should treat it right away so it doesn’t stain.” You reached around his waist to untie his apron, noting a hard bulge that grazed your swollen stomach as you leaned close. “Oh?”
He choked back a strained noise. “You weren’t supposed to notice that.” He flushed a darker red than the sauce and ripped off the apron, tossing it onto the counter. Not sure what to do, he turned off the music. “Really, eh-”
You took his hand and he turned back to you, trying to read your face. Feeling bold, you chanced a kiss that he returned. It was suddenly very quiet, well, except for the noises that you could hear from the neighboring apartments. Carnal noises. You couldn’t help but laugh. “It sounds like your brothers are having nice evenings.”
Perpetua swore under his breath. “Sorry, Terzo is always entertaining it seems. And Copia was so jealous that Aether fucked you today that those two will be at it all night I’m sure. Eh, we can turn the music back on.”
You flipped the stereo on and continued to kiss Papa. His lips ignited that craving for intimacy that had gnawed at you since this began. It felt so right to be kissing him. How strange to go from a nearly invisible Sister to this. You had found Papa sexy and intriguing since he arrived at the abbey and now your stomach flipped with nerves as he kissed your neck and subtly snuck a hand up your shirt. “I should have worn something sexier, I wasn’t expecting this.”
Perpetua grinned into your neck. “Hmmm… I don’t think you need to wear anything at all.”
You squeezed his ass and he pulled you into his bedroom. Somehow you ended up naked on a soft quilt of patchwork cryptids. “Papa, um, before we do this… will this affect the insemination?”
Papa was licking your collarbone, but he stopped, “No, don’t worry, I can’t inseminate Rain’s eggs. Only ghouls can. Your own cycle will most likely stop due to the hormones of the ghouls embryos. You can have all the sex you want for the next three months.” Another wicked smile was on his lips as he drifted down to your mound.
“All I want?” you smirked.
A squeeze of your thighs was his response. If Papa could still taste the ghouls on you he was undeterred. The nerves that you had evaporated as he brought you pleasure with his skilled tongue. Your moans joined Copia’s and Terzo’s as the whole floor seemed to be drowning in sin.
An orgasm later, Papa was kissing you hungrily, dying to be allowed entrance to your warm cunt. He didn’t think he’d ever been hornier in his life, the memory of watching Rain take you kept swimming around his head driving him insane. With all the effort he could muster, he paused with his cock bobbing against your folds, further moistening the already drenched skin with his pre. “Do you want me, Sorella?” he asked, a hint of vulnerability in the words as he threaded his fingers with yours.
“Yes, Papa,” you arched into him and he slowly pushed inside. Papa wasn’t quite as large as Mountain or Aether, but he was large enough to fill you snugly and drag delightfully against your walls with each pass.
“Oh, Sweet Lucifer,” he moaned into your neck. It felt so good for him he could barely hold it together. His white eye was watering as you locked your legs around him. Time slowed down as he pinned you in place, rocking into you like his life depended on it.
You closed your eyes enjoying the sweetness of it. It wasn’t frantic like the ghouls, he was careful not to hurt you. He was concentrating so hard he forgot to breathe for a minute, and then gasped a shaky lungful of air. You stroked his arms and back, trying to calm him.
He found himself sucking marks into your neck, marking you. It would be a message to the others that you were no longer someone they should play with. Papa wanted you for himself. He was selfish, but he couldn’t help it. He felt your hand tug playfully on his curly hair, angling him so you could kiss that spot right below his ear. That’s it, he was yours. Without warning he spilled loudly into you. His cum may not have quintessence, but it felt electric and alive shooting thick ropes through your crowded womb.
It was silent for a moment, and he eventually rolled to the side next to you.
“What are you thinking?” you asked, trying to read his thoughts.
He pinched his eyebrows, “I understand now why a man might crawl through the vents for the chance to experience you.”
You elbowed him hard in the ribs, but you were laughing. “Ok, funny man,” you teased, “thank you for dinner. I’m going to head home now.”
He grabbed your wrist. “It’s late, you might as well stay,” he blurted.
Your middle fluttered. I could just stay here. But if you let yourself get attached, you could get hurt. Perpetua was a Papa, he wasn’t yours. “I need to go back to my room tonight. Thank you, though… for everything.”
“Anything you need, Sorella,” he said quietly as you dressed and slipped out of the Papal suite.
I last saw my work badge in my car this morning. It's clean so it should be easy to find, right? Wrong. I took everything out of my purse and car, moved the seats, checked every crack and pocket. It's gone. 😔
I have complicated feelings about my gender, even though I am much older than many of you. I've always dressed like a masc woman. But yesterday, while I was Secondo, someone thought I was a male cosplayer until I spoke and then they did a double take. It gave me a great thrill, so whatever that means... 🤷🏻
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