Last night we got Prime Mover! And at the end of the song Papa had his hands cupped over his lower belly and then as the lights cut at the end of the song he kind of mimed pushing and catching a baby. Y'all. He is having the time of his LIFE up there!
I kind of took the line of "machinery insect," mentally mixed in Peacefield's lyric of "a state machine," and ran with it. Also, there was no way I was going to pass up an opportunity to draw bugs. So we have the mantis, famous for the females eating the heads off their partners after mating, and representing in this artwork both as bodily autonomy and a symbol of Sister's ruthlessness.
It is guarding her from hornets, which like bees are often hive insects, and have a Queen. The Queen is protected and served by the hive, so long as she is producing offspring. A Queen that fails to perform is disposed of by the hive. So the hornets here are representing society's expectations of a woman to procreate, and that it will care for her only if she is performing her "duties" to society's standards.
Summary: It's been decades since the Emeritus bloodline has expanded, and the ministry is not happy about this. Perpetua is still getting used to his new role and the burden of running his family business. Copia is grieving the loss of his life's purpose. The ministry arranges a Prime Mover for Perpetua, and what starts as an awkward sense of duty turns into a raging love triangle steeping in jealousy and rage. Both brothers race to see who will produce an heir first and secure their place in the family legacy.
Rating: Explicit, 18+: This one is spicy. Reader gets bent over every surface.
TW for pregnancy talk and Papa's going feral over it, creampies galore, some light dom/sub dynamics. What can I say except this one is depraved. Don't worry tho you get some really cute dad content too, cause who doesn't love dilfs!
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The car pulled to a stop in the circle drive. You took a deep breath, looking out through the window at the sprawling estate in front of you. It was a relic covered in vines and moss. Light beamed upon stained glass windows, though from outside you couldn’t depict the art in them.
The driver helped you get your bags, sending you a worried look as he set them on the curb. He got back in the car and drove off without a word, leaving you to settle in the somber silence of your predicament.
You had never been a religious person. You still weren't, even as you stood on the steps of a ministry. But you didn't have to be religious to do your job. Perhaps broadening your horizons would do you some good. You needed change. That's the entire reason you even responded to the ad in the first place.
Seeking a full-time personal assistant. Live-in position. Full benefits and free lodging. Must have experience with scheduling and the occult.
Okay, so maybe you didn't have experience in either field. You might have lied on your resume. But for some reason the stars had aligned and after a strange phone interview, you had landed the job. The phone call had been brief. A woman who went by Sister Imperator had seemed friendly and eager to have the position filled. She mostly asked you about your personal life and hobbies, which had seemed odd but, church people were often odd ones.
The job description was much more involved than what had been listed online. You were to be the assistant to the head of the ministry. You would schedule his meetings, accompany him to sermons, and even make sure his robes were laundered. From what Sister had told you the ministry was unique, a group that served dark forces with music. You weren't sure exactly what you had walked into, but as someone who enjoyed the macabre, you felt drawn. Apparently the leader you were to work with, Papa V Perpetua, was just as strange as his church.
Sister Imperator assured you that she had no doubts the two of you would get along. From what you were told he was a kind man that was a bit quiet at times. He liked things done a certain way, so as long as you did your job, there wouldn't be a problem. You couldn't help but be enthralled with curiosity and nervousness. A part of you wondered if you were taking on too much. But the other was excited for an adventure.
“Eh, welcome! You must be the assistant!”
An accented man in a black suit came out from the entrance. He smiled invitingly as he stepped up to you.
“My name is Copia. I am Frater Imperator of the ministry, but please, just call me Copia or C.” The man picked up your bags before glancing you over.
Copia had an interesting look about him. His eyes were striking, one brown and the other a pale blue. His features were sharp and his suit was tailored unbelievably well. Two ruby stones clung to his collar from a chain. An upside down crucifix hung below.
You smiled and followed him inside, thanking him for the help. The foyer of the building was typical for an old church. Decades old carpet decorated the floors, remnants of the 60's. A few plants sat in the corner. On the walls were a few plaques of what appeared to be records. Copia caught your stare with an amused grin.
“As you can see, the ministry is quite successful. Our most recent tour just ended a few weeks ago. Although personally, I believe the last tour was the best.” There was an edge of something bitter when he said it, “Anyways, there's time for all that later. Let me give you a tour.”
Copia was a sweet man. You could tell he cared so much about his job from the way he gushed about the band's achievements. Every inch of the ministry seemed to have a story and you couldn't help but laugh when Copia went on a rant about the feral rat population hiding in the catacombs. He had given all of them names and sometimes when he finished his paperwork he'd make his way down to feed them. His weirdness was endearing and you found yourself excited to work with him, even if it wouldn't be as directly.
After seeing everything from the chapel to the communal kitchen, you were exhausted from the long journey. Copia escorted you to your room, hovering in the doorway. You thanked him for everything and he flashed you a smile.
“I have a feeling you're going to love it here,” He handed you your bags, his leather glove brushing your skin, “My office is just around the corner if you need anything.”
When you were finally alone in your room, you fell into the bed with a sigh. There was so much to learn. It felt overwhelming and strange. You could tell Copia was a good person and you hoped to see him again. But how would Perpetua be? Would he be a kind boss? Copia hadn't talked about him. You decided to start unpacking to ease your nerves. As you put your last shirt into the dresser there was a knock at the door.
Standing there was a figure in black, a body suit that bore the image of bones. Their face was concealed with a mask and they wore a top hat. They said nothing, but held out a letter. You were stunned at the strange sight for a second before you took the paper. Before you could thank them they were gone.
What an odd place!
You headed back to your bed to sit as you opened up the letter. In dark ink there was a message:
Welcome to the ministry. I hope you will enjoy your stay.
I will see you in my office tonight at nine. In the meantime, please rest.
- Papa V Perpetua
You glanced at the clock on the wall. Only an hour or so until you meet your boss. You felt a wave of anxiety wash over you as well as a twinge of excitement. Mysterious people and ancient looking letters… What else could be around the corner?
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Copia was furious. He needed to sit down. Of all the things the Clergy had done, this had to be the most irresponsible. And of course, they waited until V had become the new Papa to do it. He felt anger and a pang of jealousy. Why hadn't he been good enough to carry on the family line? He was a better performer. He was a better Papa. He launched two albums and countless tours that brought the ministry so much success.
Now, he had been given a promotion that felt like a punishment. Now, his brother who had barely accomplished anything had been given… a prime mover. He even felt bad for the poor soul assigned to the job, and what was even worse is that the ministry had yet to tell them. And this person was beautiful.
Copia thought about that very morning when he had locked eyes on her. Her kind stare sparkled at him in a way that sent his heart beating out of rhythm. She thanked him quietly and laughed at his jokes. There was something about her that shone so bright in a dark place like this. He hoped that once Perpetua told her about the arrangement, she would leave and spare herself the trouble of being with that creep.
He also couldn't help but bitterly wonder why she couldn't be his prime mover. Why couldn't he be the lucky one to hold her and charm her with little gifts and dates before he fucked her silly and put babies in her? Fuck. He felt a pang of arousal at that. He could imagine her beneath him, whimpering his name. She'd look so beautiful with her face all flushed. Would she moan for him? Would she beg him to knock her up first? Wait.
What if he knocked her up first?
Sure. She technically was Perpetua's… but Copia was a part of the bloodline too. The prime mover was supposed to help expand the bloodline and surely the ministry couldn't be that upset if a child was born that was still an Emeritus. He could just see the jealous rage in his brother's face now. Maybe Perpetua was successful. Sure. But how would he feel to know Copia produced an heir first? Maybe Copia would fuck her in his office with the door right open so Perpetua could see. He'd make her scream his name so loud there was no doubt which brother was better in bed.
Copia was getting carried away, throwing a hand down his trousers as he touched himself to the fantasy of how she would beg him to cum inside her. He could just hear her moans, almost feel the way her pretty little hole would tighten around him and milk him dry–
He came with a gasp, satisfaction melting into searing hot shame at his animalistic thoughts. He took a seat at his desk, trying to catch his breath. He shouldn't be thinking these things. It really went against his job description. Besides, he had barely spoken to V's new plaything and he was objectifying her like a caveman. But it wasn't just about the sex. He wanted to make her smile. He wanted to hold her hand and pet her hair, and find out what made her laugh. Perpetua couldn't give her that. He saw her as a means to an end. She deserved to be cherished.
Would their babies have her sparkling eyes? Would they look more like him? He grinned as he thought of her with two chunky little bundles in her hands. His heart melted as his mind went wild with scenarios. He could be a dad. A good one who went to every little league game and stayed up reading them bedtime stories. He'd buy them rat plushies and matching onesies… Copia was a blushing mess as he buried his head in his hands.
Again his daydreams switched to things of a more unholy nature.
Copia, please baby… cum in me… please…
Fuck.
Copia gave a long sigh before he stood up to go back to his place for a shower. He had to do something about the feelings eating him alive. As to what he would do… he had yet to decide. He gathered his things and headed into the hall, hoping to clear his mind before he'd have to face her again.
