HERE COMES FRATER COTTONTAIL
Copia is still feeling a little down about his promotion to Frater and demotion from the stage, but a little affection from an eager Sister of Sin is exactly what he needs
A little late for Easter, but this scenario came to me in a dream and it was too delightful to wait a year to send out into the smutiverse...
18+ Explicit (3,039 words) Copia x fem!afab!Sister-Of-Sin
[Authority Figure, Smut, Sex As Therapy, Frater Needs This So Bad, Big Dong Copia As A Treat, Dry Humping/Grinding, Cunnilingus, P in V Sex, Doggy (Bunny?) Style, Aftercare, Post-Coital Snuggles]
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Frater Imperator fumbled with his keys, mumbling expletives as he tried to get the door unlocked to his modest chamber. When it opened and he flipped on the switch that controlled the mismatched lamps scattered throughout the room he was met with an unexpected sight. A small figure scrambling into a sort of pose on the surface of his bed, skin glossy and warmed by the dim light, perched on her knees and biting her bottom lip in the center of the mattress. It was a surprise, to say the least.
"What the shit?!" He stumbled back a few steps, almost tumbling back out the door in the process. "What is this?" "Why, Frater...I'm the Easter Bunny." She brought her hands up to present as mock-paws, batting her long lashes at him. He got a good look at her for the first time. Flowing tresses hanging down the curve of her back, restrained by a headband that supported two long white ears. Pert nipples peeking over the thin lace of her bra that barely contained the ample breasts that practically tumbled out of it. Below was a barely-there g-string that cut just perfect into the rounded flesh of her hips and anchored a fluffy white tail in the cleft of her slightly dimpled rump. "But...But what are you doing here?" He finally closed the door behind him, peeking back into the corridor as he did to make sure no one had seen what he'd walked in on or heard his surprised yelp. "Your brother sent me." She changed her position, lowering herself onto all fours, arching her back and giving her hips a wiggle to make the tail bounce from side to side. "He thought you might need some...Comfort?...Some distraction?..." She let her chest drop to the satin sheets, bowing further, spreading her legs and angling her hips so he could see just how little of her the tiny undergarments were managing to cover. "You work so hard for us after all..." He brought a gloved hand and rubbed the bridge of his nose with a weary sigh. "That would be his solution..." She popped up back onto her knees with a slight pout. "You don't want me?" "No, no, sweet girl, it is not that..." He was flustered, frantic and aimlessly searching the room for some sort of lifeline to help him escape from the awkward situation. "But I am a very busy man and-" She was on her feet now, gently herding him to a nearby chair and pushing him back into it with a small thud. "Shhhh...Just let me take care of you." She carefully removed his grucifix brooch, placing in the tray on his dressing table. Next she eased his suit jacket off his raised shoulders, hanging it in it's rightful spot on the back of his closet door before sashaying back to him where he still sat in a stunned silence. His mouth was practically watering at the sight of her, so soft and inviting, flitting about his cramped room like some sort of smutty fairy. She leaned over him to look him in the eye, careful to give him the best view of her pendulous bosom as possible. "Surely, you can take one night off from work for a little...holiday fun, hmm?" Trailing her fingertips along the thin silk that covered his chest, she circled him. He held his breath. "Poor Frater, so tense..." She dug her tiny hands into the rigid muscles of his broad shoulders. Nothing but knots, as expected. "Papa was right, you do need me..." He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out and he gave up, settling on just watching her as she continued her orbit, finally swinging a lithe leg over his lap to straddle his hips and leaning in to brush her lips against his jaw and whisper in his ear. "Maybe you just need someone to tell you what a good Frater you are..." She deftly started undoing the buttons of his shirt, raking her long nails through greying chest hair as she went. "Such a great leader for us..." He bristled a bit at her words, unconvinced and still stiff as a board. She nipped at his earlobe before switching to the other side. "Or maybe you'd prefer it I called you...Papa?" He groaned low, body shuddering and finally relaxing into the pleasurable contact of her body, head falling to her shoulder. "That's what I thought..."
She snaked an arm in through the opening of his shirt, stroking soothing circles across his back. The other hand threaded through his hair, tousling it playfully and gripping it so she could kiss him, slow an soft. He finally brought his hands to rest on her waist, parting his lips and unclenching his jaw to let her tongue explore his mouth as she started to wriggle in his lap. He dug his fingers into the plush swell of her hips pulling her in to grind against his growing bulge, with just a few rolls of his pelvis to meet hers until he seemed to lose his nerve and still. "Ooh, Papa...Not so shy after all?" "I was not always confined to a stupid desk in a stupid office, you know," he chuckled halfheartedly, face flushing a faint pink at the thought of his wilder days. "Oh, I remember well, Papa. And I'm sure you haven't lost your touch..." She arched back and guided his face to her cleavage, and it only took a few torturously slow rocks of her hips against him before he buried his face between the soft globes, moaning lewdly and mumbling something about how warm they were against his cheeks. "I don't know why you insist on putting up such a fight," she giggled when he sucked hungrily at the sensitive skin. "You deserve pleasure. And I seem to recall you were very keen on being face-down in décolletage, Papa." She pulled him reluctantly from her breasts and scooched back just a little along his thighs, just enough to undo the zipper of his sleek pants and free his half-hard cock, stroking it a few times until it was fully rigid against her palm, matching his heavy-lidded gaze and heavy breathing. "Just as impressive as ever, Papa." She raised herself enough to line the head of his shaft up with her entrance, nudging the thin strip of lace aside and lowering herself teasingly slowly. He'd always been notoriously well hung, the shy Cardinal shuffling awkwardly through the corridors and blushing his way through Black Mass with a barely-contained python in his pants, and there were very few Sisters of Sin who hadn't experienced his natural talents in one way or another. But it had been a while, and he could see her frustration, brow furrowed and lips pursed as she met too much resistance taking more than a couple inches in. "Here now, angel," he laughed, easing her back up and wrapping his arms tight around her, lifting her up with a barely contained and not-very-flattering grunt. "Let me help you." He plopped her onto the edge of the bed, a bit less gracefully than he hoped, but she only responded with an affectionate giggle. He undid the cuffs of his silk shirt, stripping it off and tossing it casually aside before dropping to his knees in front of her and pulling her to the edge of the mattress. Oof, he would feel that in the morning. "Papa...I'm s-supposed to be pleasuring you, r-remember?," she stuttered when he kissed a hot trail along each inner thigh, piercing heterochromatic eyes boring through hers from between her knees. "I assure you," he quipped with a wink. "Your body gives me a great deal of pleasure, sweet girl."
She mewled contentedly when he dove in, lapping at her slit and humming in appreciation of her sweet, tangy nectar. He paused for just a moment when he saw her stomach start to quiver. Her hair was fanned out across the bed, her headband thrown carelessly away, and she looked positively ethereal, so willing and needy splayed out for him. He rested his head on the meat of one of her thighs, lust-drunk and hazy. "Fuck, I have missed this." "That makes two of us." She tangled her fingers in his silver tresses, coaxing him back to the task at hand. "And I was right...You haven't lost your touch at all. Not one bit. Oh, Satanas!" His attention was firmly on her clit now, circling and suckling with his skilled tongue and soft lips, bringing her to the edge so quickly it made her dizzy. Her hands started to shake and her hips snapped erratically with his movements. Just as she felt herself teetering on the edge of release he slowed, easing his pressure to almost to nothing, leaving her whining and clutching at his hair. "Please, Papa...So close..." He removed his gloves and shucked them roughly to the floor, wrapping an arm around her thigh to hold her still and spread her legs even wider. His lips wrapped around her swollen clit just as he slid two thick fingers into her slick hole and her back arced off the bed with a throaty cry. He pumped into her in synch with the desperate rhythm of her hips bucking against his mouth, and when he curled his fingers inside her clenching walls she squealed, shuddering in waves and thrashing in his strong grip. One last shiver rippled through her and she melted into the sheets, giggling weakly each time he kissed her hypersensitive flesh and her body jolted. She reached for him, and once he'd finished savoring every drop of her juices that he cleaned from his fingers he took her hands and helped her to sit up. She returned the favor, helping him to his feet and ignoring the pained groan and audible creaking of his knees as they straightened. With her assistance, he wiggled the rest of the way out of his slacks and kicked them with his shoes and socks aside until he stood bare in front of her, lean muscles covered with newly soft flesh. Every bit as irresistible as he was in his prime, if not more so. Sitting on the edge of the bed, his ruddy erection weeped at her eye level and she wrapped her hands around it eagerly, gathering pre-cum from the slit and circling the swollen tip with her tongue until he moaned and his head fell back. He was starting to sway, overwhelmed with sensation, so she brought her hands around to dig into his ass, still so firm and enticing even after the year away from the stage. Once she steadied him, her mouth truly went to work, sucking him along her tongue until he nudged at the back of her throat. He lifted his head to take in the sight of her looking up at him with doe eyes as she worked the underside of her shaft with her tongue, eyes starting to water from taking his punishing length so deep. He cupped the back of her head affectionately, careful not to push any farther. "Darling girl...You are going to be the death of me..."
The heat between her legs was rapidly turning into a demanding burn and she squirmed against the mattress, desperately seeking enough pressure against her clit to relieve the ache and soaking the sheets beneath. His cock was already starting to pulse and swell against the roof of her mouth, and when she started to make needy whimpers the vibrations were more than he could take. He pulled out of her wet heat abruptly, leaving a trail of spit dribbling down her chin that he wiped away with his thumb, pulling her to her feet to kiss her swollen lips. But the tender moment was short-lived when he turned her by the shoulders and gave the elastic of her panties a sharp snap that made her jump. "On your knees, angel," he growled, positioning her at the edge of the bed so he could stand behind her and line his cock up within her dripping folds. "Spread your legs nice and wide for me now...Just like that...Good girl." He pushed into her all at once, every inch until he bottomed out, and her body went taut from the sudden fullness and stretch. He stroked her behind, cooing wordlessly as he waited for her to relax. He took the moment of stillness to unhook the back of her bra, helping her to maneuver out of it so her tits could swing free. He leaned down to cup them, squeeze them, kiss along her shoulder blades as he let their hefty weight hang in his palms. When he pinched her tight nipples she clenched around him and he knew she was ready. Then he started to move, pulling out as much as he could being so tightly pressed against her back and slamming back into her depths. He did that a few times, slow and steady, feeling her breath catch every time their hips met. "Feel okay, angel?" "Yes...Oh yes, Papa..." He started to speed up, making direct contact with her g-spot every time. "It's so good...Your cock feels so fucking good..." They found a rhythm together, rocking and grinding against each other, both crying out freely in pleasure with zero care for who might hear them from the corridors. But it wasn't long before his movements started to falter and he was shaking around her and inside her. "I am close...," he whimpered apologetically. "I would love to make this last longer, sweet girl, but I...I..." She was panting, meeting every thrust as her fingers twisted in the sheets. "It's ok...It's ok..." Her walls had started to flutter around him, her hole tightening around the base of his cock to the point of pain. "Don't hold back...I'm close too..." He bit down on her shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to buy him just a few seconds to free a hand and bring it to her clit, rubbing the throbbing bud hard and fast until she screamed, barely muffled against the mess of sweat-soaked satin. He pulled out of her swiftly, pumping into his fist with a gravely, pent-up roar as a thick stream of cum sprayed across her back. Gasping and light-headed once his climax ebbed, he gave her hip a squeeze. "Stay still, angel. Let me get something to clean you up." He crossed the room and gathered some clean washcloths, wetting them in the bathroom sink and hurrying back to attend to her. She'd collapsed to the bed, hands still clutching at the tangled bedding while she whimpered quietly, legs spread, pussy gaping and puckering through the last waves of lingering pleasure. It HAD been quite a while since he'd seen such a lovely sight in his bed.
He wiped her back clean with thorough strokes. "Easy, angel...I know...I know," he soothed each time she flinched from the overstimulation of the cloth between her legs. Her body felt like jelly as he helped her to stand and face him, expecting him to help her redress and quite diplomatically encourage her to return to the Sibling dormitories. But to her surprise he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her g-string, easing them down her hips to pool at her feet. "This cannot be comfortable. Let me find you something better to sleep in, eh?" She started to protest, assure him that wasn't necessary, but he was already easing an old, oversized t-shirt over her head. He peeled back the covers once he could make sense of the knot they'd become, gesturing for her to get underneath them. She watched him with a sleepy, bemused smile as he threw on one of his favorite sweat suits and climbed in next to her, pulling her in to drape an arm across his still-heaving chest. The room was quiet aside from his labored breathing, and for the first time nerves twisted in her stomach. "I guess...I should be getting back to my own quarters, right?" "No, no...We both need our rest." He took her hand from his shoulder, placing it firmly against his sternum and giving it a few affectionate pats. "Stay with me." She could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against her palm and cheek, gradually slowing. "Did I at least make you more relaxed, Papa?" He laughed and it shook his whole body. "Sweet girl, I have not felt this relaxed in years. I must remember to thank my idiot brother the next time I see him." She stiffened, lifting her head to look at him with a guilty expression. "Yeah, about that...He didn't actually send me." He raised an eyebrow. "He didn't?" "No. I came on my own." She toyed with the soft curls on his chest, avoiding his eyes. "It's just...You never come to play with the Sisters anymore." He let out a heavy sigh. "Ah yes...I supposed I have sort of shirked my duties, haven't I? Neglected my flock? Though, they are his duties now, and his flock, not mine. I am not Papa anymore-" She sat up more, forcing him to look at her more directly. "I know, but we miss you. I miss you." He blinked a few times, shocked and flattered. "Well then, perhaps I could include the Ministry's more...Bacchanalian activities in my schedule going forward." She relaxed back down into his arms until he lifted her focus back to his with a gentle finger under her chin. "And maybe you could surprise me in my quarters like this more often, eh?" She gave his soft middle a teasing tickle. "Should I bring the bunny outfit?" "Mmph..." He took your hand again, clasping it with his against his chest. "How do you feet about rats?" "I'll get right on that," you giggled, nuzzling it to his neck, savoring the unique scent of sweat and his cologne. You'd bathe in it if you could, drown in it. "Anything for you, Papa."
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