You aren't expecting to find love at a Ministry orgy...But life is like that sometimes
18+ Explicit (3,727 words) Cardinal Copia x fem!afab!reader
[Awkward Fluff and Smut, Dash of Angst, Mention of Alcoholism, Meet Cute at an Orgy?, Casual Hookup, Public Sex, Outdoor Sex, Fingering, P in V Sex, Cardi's Really Sorry, He's Really Trying, It's Just Gonna Take A Few Tries Okay, It'll Be Worth It He Swears]
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Blue moon
You saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
"Cardi..." The name rolled off your tongue comfortably, like you'd been saying it all along, and you gestured casually to the room at large. "But you needn't worry about me. Are you not joining in tonight?"
"I, um...Well..." For the first time all night, he seemed more uncomfortable than you felt, fidgeting nervously with the ties of his pants with leather-clad fingers. "I am expected to make an appearance because of my position in the Clergy. It is one of my duties. But..."
"It's not really your scene either, huh?" You finished his thought and he nodded gratefully, the tension in his lean shoulders finally starting to dissipate. "It is not that I do not want to. I am as hot-blooded as anyone here..." He puffed up a bit for dramatic effect and indicated again towards the room, at no one in particular, not that anyone in particular was recognizable through the haze of incense and sex that hung in the air. You studied him with a side-eye and an incredulous expression and he narrowed his eyes at you playfully as he let his chest deflate. "You do not believe me?"
You shrugged, leaning coyly back against the cool stone wall behind you. His mismatched eyes darted back and forth between yours, watching them sparkle in the candlelight. Testing him, daring him, and clearly feeling a bit bolder in his presence. But two could play that game. He took a chance, placing a hand against the wall near your head, leaning in close enough that he could fill his nostrils with the smell of your perfume. "And what about you, bella? I have often seen you at Mass, but never at events such as this.
"No, you're right, you haven't..." You bit at your bottom lip, unblinking and unflinching as he caged you in with his broad shoulders.
"What a terrible waste," he tutted.
"Oh?...How so?"
"A lovely creature like you?" He brought his free hand to your face, barely cupping the curve of your cheek. "I would think you would be very much in demand in such a setting."
You leaned into the buttery soft leather of his glove with heavy-lidded eyes. "I could say the same of you, Cardinal-" You saw him start to raise is hand to scold you and caught yourself. "Cardi...I'm sure with your status within the Clergy-"
"Glorified accountant," he huffed with a slight scowl.
"Just the same...Power is very attractive." You had his attention now. You didn't need to be a mind-reader to know that an overachiever like him would be a sucker for a bit of flattery. "I'm sure there are quite a lot of Siblings who would be eager to win your favor."
That earned you a rare smile and a happy twitch of his moustache. "Sister...Are you flirting with me?"
Your breath was coming faster, your chest flushed and heaving with anticipation, suddenly keenly aware your hardening nipples were straining at the thin lace neckline. Just make a move already, would you? "Maybe...Is it working?"
"Naturally, but you really do not need to try so hard. I am a simple man. Not very hard to get, eh?" He brushed his lips against the shell of your ear to whisper seductively before pulling back to watch your reaction. "Besides, we both know why are here tonight, do we not?"
"You have a point there." You wrapped your fingers around the Grucifix pendant that hung from his neck and swung amongst the nest of greying hair that covered his chest, pulling just hard enough to bring him in for a tentative, soft kiss. When you let go he looked at you with an unreadable, slightly stunned expression before crashing into you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, a thick thigh slotted between yours and pressing you into the rough surface of the wall, his tongue snaking hungrily into the inviting warmth of your mouth.
It all happened so fast, the weight of him against you knocking the air out of your lungs until you had to break away from the kiss just to catch your breath. He was mumbling words of affection in a hot, wet trail along your neck, his accent suddenly so much heavier, so much so that you couldn't really understand what he was saying, but it wasn't difficult to tell what he meant once his hands drifted south and gave the meat of your ass a rough squeeze and he rocked his growing bulge against you.
"Do you want this, bella?," he panted against your ear between nips to your earlobe. "Do you want me to take you right here, in front of all these people?..."
"Yes...Yes, Cardinal..." You could feel him getting carried away and taking you right along with him, fiddling with the laces that held the slit over your thigh closed so he could snake his hand between your legs. "Please, take me..."
He stroked his fingers through your folds, humming in appreciation at how easily the soft leather glided through your slick. "So wet already..." He pumped two thick fingers past your puckering hole and you wriggled eagerly against him, leaning into the steady rhythm of his skilled digits. "So ready for my cock...So desperate to be fucked, eh?"
You nodded weakly, letting your head loll side to side as the ache inside your core built into a steady throb. "Please...Please fuck me..." With that his fingers were gone, your skirt hiked up around your waist, his fingers digging into your thigh to spread you open. He slid into you in one confident motion and you gasped from the sharp sting of pleasure and relief with just a hint of pain.
"Are you alright, cara?" He paused, buried to the hilt in your depths, fighting the urge to pound into your sweet heat. "Am I hurting you?"
"No...No..." Your chest was heaving with labored breaths, and you braced yours with fingers clutching at his lean arms. "S'just been a while...Don't stop..." Steady thrusts were already stuttering and a familiar tension was twisting in your gut. You tried your best to stay in sync with him but his erratic, grunting movements made it impossible.
And just like that, it was over. You'd felt him stiffen without warning with a ragged groan, and you were pretty sure you'd felt the hot rush of him emptying inside you. Was that?...Did he?...
"S-Sorry...," he panted into the crook of your neck. "M'so sorry..."
"It's okay...You're okay..." You eased yourself off his softening length, fumbling to smooth out your rumpled clothes, breaking contact as little as possible while he clung to you. He was still whimpering quietly and twitching in your embrace as you massaged his scalp through sweat-damp hair. "Let's get some air, huh?"
He nodded without looking up at you, allowing you to take his hand and lead him out the back entrance of the Chapel towards the gardens. He didn't dare ask you if it had been as good for you as it was for him.
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You walked in silence for a while, heading nowhere in particular, before he mustered the courage to speak. "What happened in there, eh...It is why I do not usually participate." You didn't respond, too afraid that whatever you could come up with would only make him feel worse. "I always want to make it last. Truly, I do. I do not want to be the type of lover who only chases his own pleasure."
"I think it's kind of flattering, actually." He looked at you with a cocked eyebrow. "No really...Before I came here, I dated this guy...for a few years, actually. He took forever to cum. Like forever. Didn't matter if he was fucking me, or if I used my hands or my mouth. We'd be at it for hours and sometimes he still wouldn't finish. I was really young and he was my first real boyfriend...My first anything, actually. It was hard not to take that personally, you know?" He nodded in understanding and let you continue. "The worst part was that I was so in my own head about it all the time, I never got off myself."
"Never?"
"Well, it was rare," you shrugged. "Anyway, turned out he was a raging alcoholic the whole time we were together. I knew he drank, but he was really highly functioning so I had no idea how bad it was. So I guess the problem was whiskey-dick, not me. Didn't make me feel any better, somehow. Just made me feel like he'd rather be blind drunk than be with me."
He stopped in his tracks, turning to face you and noticing the tears on your cheeks shimmering in the moonlight though you hastily wiped them away. "Cara mia..." He grabbed you firmly by both shoulders to emphasize the sincerity of his words. "How can you think such a thing about yourself? You're...You're..." He stammered, trying to find the right words before giving up and waving a graceful hand at a nearby secluded bench. "Come...Let us sit for a moment, eh?"
You sniffed your poorly concealed tears away, sitting with him shoulder to shoulder, aimlessly toying with each others fingers, hands entwined across your laps. "I...I'm sorry for bringing that up...," you apologized quietly. "Didn't mean to kill the mood by bringing up my ex."
"No no, Cara," he tutted. "We are both being a bit...vulnerable tonight, no?"
"Yeah, I guess so." You nestled in under his arm a bit tighter, savoring the musky scent of his cologne and the safe feeling of his strong arm around you. You suddenly realized his pale skin was covered with goose-pimples, the night air having turned a bit wintery by that late hour. "Oh, Cardi! You must be frozen. Here, take my robe-"
"Grazie but no...You are doing quite well keeping me warm." He squeezed you harder, kissing you on the top of your head. "And I do not want to hear any more of anyone wanting to spend anything less than every moment with you. What more could anyone want?" The tears had started to prick at the corners of your eyes again, and you buried your face into the soft hair on his sternum. "But I do understand what it is like to feel...unwanted."
You looked up at him with wet eyes, cupping both of his cheeks. "Cardi...My poor, sweet Cardi..." He dropped his focus, shivering into your touch before grabbing you abruptly into a fiery kiss. As frantic and rushed as the previous encounter had been, this was even more overwhelming. His mouth devoured yours like he was suddenly starving for you and you were all too eager to surrender when he pulled you in to straddle his lap. He was greedily kneading your breasts through the skimpy fabric, only bringing his hands away for a second to pull off your robe and toss it swiftly aside. You rocked your hips against him, riding his rapidly hardening length and soaking through his pants in no time. As much as you wanted to draw it out longer this time, make it last, you were as lost as he was yet again. What is it about this weird little guy that turns me into...this??
A mumbled, "Need you..." was all he could manage before shifting you and freeing a hand to get his erection out and ready, impaling you onto it with a deep grunt. Your back arched, the satisfying fullness devoid of any lingering soreness, only replaced with pure heat. And you tried not to grip his cock too tightly, bear down on him too aggressively, but you were already teetering on the edge of orgasm and could not be held responsible for your actions. He just felt too good.
"Please, Cardi...Please don't stop..." You rested your forehead against his and he pressed his eyes closed, trying so hard to think of anything besides the way you felt tightening around him. But it was no use. He spasmed in your arms with a weak cry, and you circled your hips slowly to ease him through the waves of pleasure.
You whimpered along with him as he came down. You'd been really close that time, but you didn't want him to know that. When you had the strength to lift your head from where it had fallen onto his collarbone you kissed his face tenderly. "See? You lasted so much longer that time," you praised, petting his soaked, tousled hair and meeting his gaze with glassy, affectionate eyes. "My good boy."
You didn't know what possessed you to say that, some sort of sexual brain worm or demon, but you were onto something and it had an immediate effect. A deep moan, low and rumbling spread through his chest and echoed through your own and you felt him twitch slightly inside you, tightening his arms around you and grinding his hips against you. His cock sprung back to life, inexplicably even harder and deeper than before. He grabbed the neckline of you dress with both hands, tearing the lace like paper and burying his face into your cleavage with a primal growl.
"Shit, Cardi...FUCK!" You were both hypersensitive and raw, barely recovered from the encounter that had ended only moments ago. And yet he dug his fingers into the plush flesh of your hips, hard enough to send bruises blooming across your skin in real time, jerking you in frantic strokes into his pelvis, and you could have sworn his white eye was glowing an ominous, pulsing red in the glowing moonlight.
Your release was like nothing you'd ever felt before, violent, gushing molten hot around him even as he kicked weakly inside your walls, groaning, sore, and totally spent. Your body continued to thrash as you tried to regain control over it, stop the spinning in your head and ringing in your ears. You were both panting, wild-eyed and holding onto each other for dear life. "What the...What was that?...How...I didn't know you could do that...," you stuttered between gulps of precious air.
"Nor did I...Maybe all this praying to the Dark One has its perks after all." You both giggled weakly, your body sweat-drenched and boneless as he held you with shaking arms. You rested your head against his shoulder and he smoothed your matted hair, kissing your temple with breathless lips. "Or perhaps you just bring out the Devil in me, cara mia."
But the fuzzy, blissful peace that enveloped you was short-lived when you heard far-away sounds of rustling leaves underfoot and mumbled Italian curses.
"Fratello!" The unmistakable, and clearly irate voice of Primo was approaching from a distance and growing closer in aggressive strides. "Terzo, you stronzo! What have I said about bringing your puttanas to my garden? My sanctuary! It is the last place in the entire Ministry that isn't covered with your-...Oh, Cardinal, it is you." His glare faded abruptly into something that looked much more like stunned confusion.
"Eh, my apologies, your Dark Excellency. I am afraid we got a bit carried away." He'd wrapped his arms around you to shield your modesty as best he could, though there was no mistaking what you'd been up to in the position you were in.
"And your beautiful garden is such a r-romantic location." You could feel your cheeks burning bright red even in the cool blue moonlight, less in any kind of shame or embarrassment, but more amusement at the preposterous nature of the situation you found yourselves in.
Primo seemed appropriately charmed, his expression softening. "It is alright, Sorella. Clearly he is just a bad influence, thinking with his pene like everyone else here. And the flowers are not nearly as lovely as you." He turned to Copia with a more stern look, though there was still affection in his pale, faded eyes. "Just do not let it happen again, si?"
Copia was easing you both to your feet now, adjusting himself back into his soaked sweatpants and still doing his best to cover you with what was left of your nightgown as he searched the surrounding area for your robe. "Right...Okie dokie, yes...Um, sorry Papa."
He busied himself detangling your lingerie from the rose bush it had been so carelessly tossed into in his fervor. You giggled at his fumbling, finally giving up the pretense of trying to cover yourself, dropping your arms to your sides and letting the shredded silk fall as it may, standing practically bare in the chilled night air. Primo took both of your hands in his gnarled fingers, leaning in to speak to you quietly without drawing the attention of your clumsy lover. "The young Cardinal is quite sensitive, Sorella. He has not had an easy time and he is a bit...fragile. Be careful with his heart, per favore."
The thought of Copia's heart being in your hands filled you with a warmth you weren't expecting. "I intend to. Thank you, Papa."
He pressed thin, wrinkled lips to each of your hands and flashed a rare, genuine smile and a mischievous wink. "Bene. Buonasera, Sorella. And remember...Love comes along but once in a blue moon." You watched his elegant, moonlit silhouette shuffle off towards the Clergy quarters and you mused to yourself with a tiny smile. Young Cardinal, indeed. A man in his forties at least. Though compared to Papa Primo, I suppose-
"Everything okay, cara mia?" You nodded, leaning in to kiss him tenderly with your hands pressing gently into the lean muscles of his chest. He helped you redress, though you yelped a few times when stray thorns pricked at your skin. He soothed you with soft kisses on each scratch as a heated silence descended. "Will you...Will you stay with me tonight?"
"Oh! Really? I didn't think..." The surprised whisper tumbled past your lips before you could think. "I didn't think you'd want to. I mean...Is that usually how these things end?" You kicked yourself internally. You're making it weird. Please don't fuck this up now.
"Well, eh...No, not really..." He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly shy again in your presence. "I know we do not really know each other, but I would like to know you better...If that is okay with you?"
You took his hand wordlessly with a teary smile and a small nod, letting him lead you to the path towards his chambers. The breeze had finally turned uncomfortably cold but you didn't feel it, pressed tight against his side as he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you in close, step in step along the moonlit cobblestones.
Blue moon
Now I'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
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Erhm hello, Iâm writing this very loosey-goosily, and without much of a plan, and even less pressure on myself. Anyway. Onto todayâs lessonâŠ
A few short phrases to sprinkle in there:
Ma che cazzo!!! = âWhat the fuck?!â Said in both the classic sense of âwhat is this happening before me,â and in the frustrated sense of âJFC I am so done with this!â
MacchĂš!! = Interjection. âOh, please,â âget outta here,â ânahh, no way,â said in a really disbelieving âthatâs just bollocksâ kind of way. Can also commonly mean âNo, not at all!â
Boh! = Interjectional noise. âI have no idea,â âI donât know,â âainât got a fuckin clue.â This is said extremely casually.
Caspita! = Interjection. âHoly shit,â but in acceptable polite-company kind of way.
And for a couple more romantic-ardour style wordiesâ
Quanto ti voglio⊠âHow I want youâŠ,â to be growled or whispered.
Dimmi tutto quello che vuoi = âTell me everything you wantâ
Sei cosĂŹ dolce = âYou are so sweetâ âŠin the sense that you taste sweet
Sto bruciando per te = âIâm burning for youâ
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