#papa emetirus

[kiselwp]

Nervous waiting

[nuntia]

If it is to burn, let me burn for you

Young Primo Emeritus & gn!reader

Preface: Young Primo Emeritus had a lover with whom he frequently exchanged letters. Some of them, worthy of making someone burn.

warnings: very suggestive content, mentions of dominance/submission dynamic, dominant adressee (reader)

[SECRETS FROM THE CLERGY]

When the first son of Emeritus was young, he had a lover. A Sibling of Sin from far away whom he met during the years he went abroad to study and, no matter how hard he tried, they parted when he returned to his duties at Emeritus Abbey.

His Eminence, at the time a Cardinal, to compensate the distance, wrote them letters. Many, many letters.

I present you one, one in which the longing was also carnal.

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Mio prezioso raggio di sole,

I cannot forget you. Everything reminds me of you: your name that sounds so beautiful on my lips, your silhouette made to be next to mine, your face perfect for holding my hands.

That silhouette and that face that light up my day when it is late or grey, just like a ray of sunlight.

But the sun also burns. It burns if we leave ourselves vulnerable to burning.

I let myself be burned by you. I feel burn by you. So intensely that sometimes I think I go into a real combustion.

It happens mostly at night, when I am sometimes in the quiet of my office, sometimes in the comfort of my bed. You never leave my mind, beautiful. Never.

Your body against mine to become one as I mark your skin with bites and kisses, before making us go haywire amidst a whole sensual entwining of our lips so well acquainted with what to do.

The skin burns! I feel myself burning right now, imagining you walking through that solid wood door, finally!!!, and come running to me.

It's okay for everything on my desk to fall off. I want you comfortable, sitting in the exact spot where this sheet I'm writing to you rests. Your habit just covering your chest.

How magnificent, you. So lost in caresses and kisses and hickeys and squeezes and strokes and silent promises of what comes next. How phrenetic, me. So morbidly dedicated to giving you all this and telling you how madly I love you and undressing me before you so you know I really mean it.

Can you feel it? Keeping your eyes on me as my hands ascend from your trunks ever so slowly and shallowly to the top of your thighs. Don't look away, and a squeeze, a circular motion of my thumbs are felt on either side of your waist. I move down again, this time stopping at your knees and pulling them up so that I, as I lower myself, nibble at your inner thigh until my teeth are marked.

The touch of your hands on my shoulders is so vivid in my mind that I can almost feel it now. Your nails burrowing into my skin as I slowly and thoughtfully approach my goal and touch you so subtly with the tip of my finger.

So graced, pure beauty! So pretty to me as you begin to sing the melody I know so well and dream of so longing for every day.

However, I know that things will soon change. The sofa in my office seems like the perfect place. I imagine myself there so often, lying at your mercy. Your weight on me, pressing me down so firmly that we only don't become one because you still the only one who's completely naked.

Your hands hold mine above your head and dance on me gracefully. You make me a little madder for you, burning with a desire that consumes me totally and I can do nothing but be thirsty for more.

Be tender with me, please. Stop this game of yours and let me be part of the dance.

Yes, yes! Wrap me in your moist, velvety grip. Jump on top of me, undulate your hips as you like and feel good. Use your hands to hold me or else wrap them around my blond strands. Say out loud with all the words that you're in charge from up there, so authoritative and dominant.

Ah! Delight yourself. Yes! Your pleasure is mine. Every squeeze you give around me is pure luxury, the sounds of our bodies meeting each other in whatever rhythm you prefer. Jump, my darling, jump, leap, dance.

Breathless breaths. So desperate for oxygen, but also for release.

I know it's close when your head falls back and I have full sight of your neck. This one that calls to me, and I launch myself at it to shower it with kisses.

Don't push me away, please. Not this time. Let me fight to keep my hands to myself even when the tempo stops being so sure and steady, when you lose your rhythm and follow as you will and I am helpless, blinded by the softness of your skin to the touch of my lips and the sound of your voice.

Do you feel me? Begging for release? And yet I remain steady, lips in blood so that you are the first to tremble and only then me.

Fuck. Shiver and shudder, sunshine. No fear, let them all hear. Let them know how good I am to you and they will know how good you are to me when I fill you with my seed without holding back my voice.

You are so good to me. And I miss you so much, miss touching you in every way.

Share these longings with me! Perhaps the Old One will hear us and bring us together to worship and honor him.

In the meantime, take care of yourself and feed yourself. I hope seeing you soon!

Yesterday, today, tomorrow and forever yours,

Primo Emeritus

– Letter from His Eminence Papa Emeritus II on his early twenties, to a unknown Sibling of Sin (adapted)

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Piece inspired to come out of the drawer due to this art, by @/Nydelide on Twitter. Please go check it out, you won't regret to see this Young Primo portrait!

It is only known that they had met when Primo traveled on erasmus and fell madly in love. Rumors ran through the halls that, years later, this Sibling would be his Prime Mover.

That never happened, though. The flow of letters has decreased over time, for unknown reasons. His Eminence Papa Emeritus I has never talked about the lover since then.

The answers to the letters were also not found. I suspect they were burned (and used as fertilizer....) either before or after the death of his Eminence – at which time various belongings of theirs were destroyed. Be that as it may, the Sibling of Sin has never been identified, so little is known about their relationship.

I shared this letter on my Twitter circle first. I also shared a letter written by His Eminence Papa Emeritus III to his Omega Ghoul & the peculiar use that His Eminence Pope Emeritus IV gives to the chapel's stairs (this one requires a bottle of water, tissues and a fan) over there! If you want to join us, my user is @/gd_nuntia. You must be over 18 years old to access the [LECHERY FROM THE CLERGY] archives and request for others, if you are particularly curious about something ; )

Well, if you know about the Sibling or the letters, please tell me!

Go in sin and

May the Lord Below guide you into the night,

Nuntia

[sexypapaandghouls]

[omoghouls]

I really wanna pee myself while sitting in Papa III s lap while he's calling me names owo

Cuuute omg nonny u cute bean~☆

Bet he would nearly purr when he feels the wetness seeping onto his own clothing, fingers entwined in your hair or cupping your jaw as he muses, "Does that feel good, mio amico/mia amica? Wetting yourself right here on your Emetirus' lap?" Chuckling as he holds you a bit closer, hooking you in from your back.

"Couldn't hold it, doll? A bit pathetic for such a strong clergy sibling, puddling all over their superior, but, you look adorable with that shade of red on your face," and he boops your nose, probably murmuring even more names in your ear as he leans forward, just to see your reaction- uwu🌸

[kiselwp]

Sketch art trade with kawaiic.cosplay (Insta)

[kiselwp]

"If you have ghoooOOOoost~"

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Warm hugs in a warm lover's bed

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I like how Secondo looks here

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Sketch commission