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jaehyun x fem!reader • wc: 2.3k • angst; smut; unestablished relationship. • avisos: menção superficial a problemas psicológicos; oral!f; sexo sem proteção; linguagem imprópria. • notas: resolvi trazer algumas narrativas que estavam lá no spirit pra cá. espero que gostem!

Os dígitos de Jaehyun contornavam as cicatrizes irregulares dispersas em suas coxas, as mãos apertavam ali, enquanto os lábios mantinham-se ocupados em beijar o meio de suas pernas. O ir e vir da língua tépida deixava-na inebriada pela insciência do que viria a seguir, fazia-na afundar os dedos em seus fios escuros e cravar as unhas curtas em seu couro cabeludo, pouco importando se iria machucá-lo.

Seu nariz friccionava contra o clitóris dilatado, incendiando a pele pungente, maculando suas feições bonitas com a saliva que vertia da própria boca e da lubrificação que escorria incessante de ti. Ondulava os quadris em busca de mais contato, tensionando as pernas, fincando os dedos dos pés nas costas nuas dele, sentindo o ventre ansiar pelo instante em que se derramaria doce em Jaehyun, sujando-o ainda mais, fazendo-o teu.

Não demorou muito, logo cedeu, permitindo-se desfazer sobre ele, ungindo seu rosto com o desvario que fluía infindável. Respirava entre arfares entrecortados, os seios desnudos tremulavam pelo oxigênio que se fazia rarefeito nos pulmões, esforçando-se para verbalizar os murmúrios incoesos que rogavam para que Jaehyun parasse com seus excessos. Contudo, sentia-se incapaz de falar quando ele continuava a devorar sua derme morna e sensível pelo ápice.

Puxou seus fios com mais força, afastando-o do aperto cálido de suas coxas, defrontando-se com sua face cintilante pelo gozo de segundos atrás. Jaehyun tinha um sorriso sacana nos lábios ruborizados, evidenciando as covinhas meigas, apertando sua ereção como se quisesse mitigar o incômodo que ofegava por atenção.

Ainda que o quarto estivesse tomado pela penumbra, iluminado pelas luzes artificiais que perpassavam as janelas, conseguia enxergar a nódoa do seu desejo no tecido azul da calça que usava. Ele acariciava o próprio pau com um semblante devasso, assistindo suas expressões ébrias, segredando-a vestígios de sua pele que outrora era resguardada pela única peça de roupa que o privava da nudez.

Jaehyun abaixou a calça num rompante ávido, livrando-se do tecido que se emaranhava nos tornozelos com os pés descalços, revelando a opulência que ultrapassava a altura do umbigo, transbordando o anseio de querer ser confortado. Hipnotizada pelo fulgor prateado na base da uretra, sentia seu íntimo suplicar em antecipação pelo afago do metal gélido em ti, desaguando em ansiedade nos lençóis, remexendo-se impaciente com a demora.

Abriu as pernas mais uma vez para abrigá-lo, sôfrega para senti-lo, no entanto, ele gostava de ser cruel. Os lábios dele deixaram um selar molhado entre seus seios, inspirando a fragrância de ameixa que se perdia em sua tez suada, tracejando os mamilos tesos com a ponta da língua; sugando, mordendo, apertando.

“Porra...”, murmurou quando sentiu Jaehyun pincelar a glande em seu clitóris dolorido, condensando seus fluídos, brincando com as pequenas esferas metálicas, dissimulando movimentos de vai e vem. “Por favor.”

“Toda educadinha.”, zombava ele de sua prece, afundando os joelhos sobre o colchão, percorrendo os indicadores pelo viço que umedecia suas coxas para, em seguida, envolvê-las em sua cintura fina e ir fundo de uma só vez. Seu interior ardia e queimava, as lágrimas reluziam espessas pela surpresa junto a lamúria que fora contida em suas cordas vocais, anestesiando-lhe os sentidos.

“Desculpa, desculpa, desculpa.”, Jaehyun deixava breves selares em seu rosto num gesto de falso consolo, incapaz de disfarçar o risinho de escárnio que reverberava pelo cômodo, beijava sua testa, nariz, bochechas, queixo, porém, demorava-se um pouco mais na boca trêmula. Não sentia-se culpado, afinal, adorava vê-la assim: vulnerável e com um olhar de devoção.

Movia-se moroso dentro de ti, retirando uma fração do falo para átimos depois invadi-la outra vez, testando a sua tolerância com o divertimento imoral dele. “Cê vai me deixar gozar dentro hoje, né?”, indagava sem se preocupar com as consequências, sentindo uma contração sufocá-lo e o aperto das pernas em sua cintura intensificar, fazendo com que extensões de seu abdômen resvalassem naquele pontinho repleto de terminações nervosas.

A resposta se deu através de um sussurro afônico, quase inaudível, mas que Jaehyun interpretara como a afirmação necessária para acelerar seus movimentos. Seus quadris meneavam com ímpeto, colidindo nos seus com despotismo, consciente da autoridade que exercia sobre ti. Os polegares afagavam as cicatrizes verticais que tinha nos pulsos, destruindo-a física e emocionalmente, enquanto afundava-se grande, rijo e grosso.

“Vira.”, ditava opressor entre arquejos, sentindo seus dedos pressionarem as nádegas altivas, vez ou outra, as unhas diminutas lacerando a pele alva com esboços de meias-luas. As mãos de Jaehyun pairavam com invídia nos ossos de sua pélvis, cessando o toque prepotente apenas para desferir tapas maciços – ultraviolentos – num dos lados de suas nádegas. “Caralho, como eu amo o jeito que cê me aperta.”, confidenciava absorto em deleite, escutando a cadência dos seus gemidos sendo asfixiados pelos travesseiros.

Sentia-se fraca, os olhos pesavam pelo torpor de tê-lo pulsando devastador dentro de ti, respondendo a seus estímulos sensoriais com frases e bramidos que ressoavam desconexos de seus lábios. Ambos os corpos estavam orvalhados pelo suor e pelo pré-gozo que gotejava do ir e vir ininterrupto de Jaehyun dentro de ti, retirava-se por completo para adentrar abrupto, retinindo pelo quarto o sonido viscoso dos sexos se encontrando, como num cataclismo.

Saindo de seu enlace, engatinhou até a cabeceira da cama em busca de apoio, firmando os dedos na superfície acolchoada, deixando explícito o convite para que regressassem logo ao que faziam. Jaehyun sorria, entretendo-se com seu piercing tingido por uma nuança opalina, subindo e descendo a própria mão pelo pênis adornado por veias densas e suplicantes.

Depondo um beijo em sua cerviz, ele voltava a se acomodar ali, no seu abraço incandescente e estreito, ricocheteando o peso das bolas em suas nádegas alteadas, ciciando uma confissão baixa e herética em seu ouvido. “Eu não sou nenhum pouco religioso, mas, porra, as vezes eu acho que Deus fez você e essa tua bucetinha só pra mim.”, ondulava os quadris com movimentos lentos, como se flagelasse os dois pelo pecado contra a castidade, massageando seus seios com as palmas livres.

“Mais rápido, Jae.”, clamou apreensiva, prensando seus corpos, puxando os fios curtos de sua nuca, rebolando entorpecida, tentando esquecer-se da notificação silenciosa que cintilou efêmera um epíteto já conhecido. Winter, mais uma de suas garotas.

Entretanto, alheio aos pensamentos irrequietos que floresciam em sua mente cativa da hipotimia, Jaehyun continuava a fazer carícias em seu clitóris, arremetendo com veemência, extasiado pelo timbre mélico e ascético com que o evocara.

Jae.

“Cê tá pensando demais de novo, né?”, questionou após notar a sua mudez. “Eu não tô te comendo direitinho, é isso?”, nada dissera, sentindo a destra dele envolver seu pescoço com uma pressão comedida, impedindo-a de respirar, não de permanecer se friccionando contra ele. “Não quero você pensando em mais nada a não ser no meu pau te fodendo bem gostosinho, pode ser? Quero ouvir você gemer meu nome com esse teu jeitinho de garotinha triste.”, exigia ao sentir as lágrimas molharem sua face, fundindo-se ao suor que deslizava pelas têmporas, livrando-a do aperto. “Entendeu?”, amontoava os fios úmidos para, sem delonga, puxá-los sem dó, sendo sufocado por um pulsar involuntário.

“Sim.”

“Ótimo, amor.”, elogiou mordaz, descansando o falo pesado na base das suas costas, delineando abstrações com a glande, fazendo-a sentir o metal álgido divagar por sua tez quente. “Olha só como você me deixou.”, dizia com a voz embargada, maculando seu torso com sucções e mordidas, deixando uma bem acima de um hematoma recente – colorido por sua ira momentânea – sob o ombro, onde segredou um selar afetuoso.

“Vem aqui.”, Jaehyun chamava-na tenro, indicando que deveria se aconchegar em suas coxas. “Quero gozar olhando pra você, te ver cheinha até não aguentar mais.”, então o fez sem titubear, sentando-se no pau teso que voltava a fazer morada no seu âmago contraído, descendo devagar, sumindo por inteiro, demarcando o comprimento e a espessura no ventre ansioso. “Como cê fica lindinha com a minha pica assim.”, comentava soberbo, unindo suas mãos as dele sobre o relevo que ali era decalcado.

Mirava seus orbes castanhos soturnos pelo desejo, os cílios longos desenhavam pequenas sombras nas feições letárgicas, movendo os quadris com simetria. Jaehyun resvalava os lábios nos seus, iniciando um beijo que nunca se concretizava, percorrendo as palmas num toque casto por seu dorso, nuca, cintura, rosto, como se a qualquer instante pudesse desvanecer entre seus dedos.

Sua boca abandonava filetes de saliva em seu malar, oprimindo os sussurros que escapavam melodiosos sempre que Jaehyun despertava aquele pontinho interno e necessitado de adoração, aumentando a frequência com que se retesava ao redor dele. “Posso te beijar?”, inquiria polida, soando aflita pelos lábios que se arrastavam sobre os seus como em uma punição, extorquindo-a de seu orgulho.

Jaehyun sorriu cínico mais vez, beijando-a com condescendência, mordendo lascivo seu lábio inferior, dedilhando a língua junto a sua ao não ser capaz de conter o deleite de sentir seus seios sendo comprimidos em sua tez febril. Era impetuosa quando subia, por vezes, indolente ao descer sobre ele, consentindo que algumas lágrimas vertessem de seu olhos entreabertos pelo frenesim de senti-lo se desfazer dentro de ti.

Ele veio primeiro, inundando-a com o seu licor, murmurando alucinado pela sensação de tê-la indo e vindo em seu falo sensível, martirizando suas bolas com o sovar das nádegas intrépidas. “Porra, amor.”, gemia penoso, subjugado pela hiperestesia. “Eu... Ah!”, tentava articular algum pensamento coerente, no entanto, sua mente turvava com o paroxismo, pendendo a cabeça para trás com olhos cerrados e a boca proferindo lamúrias cada vez mais agudas e incoerentes. “Se continuar assim, cê vai me arruinar.”

“Jae, eu... Por favor, só mais um pouco.”, rodopiava os quadris com mais fervor, voltando a senti-lo teso dentro de ti, apoiando-se em seus braços hesitantes, gozando no mesmo minuto em que ele se desmanchava pela segunda vez, transbordando o fluido opaco através do enlace das pernas emaranhadas.

Jaehyun deitou-se sobre ti, permitindo que seu pênis descansasse no seu interior saturado das reminiscências dele. O rosto bonito e corado repousava no seu colo ofegante, escutando seu coração regular a arritmia, buscando seus lábios para prolongar um beijo que fazia-na desejar um afeto que jamais seria somente seu, deixando que um fio de saliva se fixasse na derme de seu queixo.

Adormeceu sem que percebesse, despertando no cômodo familiar, absorta ao transcorrer do tempo, tentando se acostumar às dores e aos formigamentos que se estendiam por todo o seu torso. Jaehyun jazia imerso em seu próprio sono, a respiração fleuma delatava a quietude de seu subconsciente, alheio ao lampejo das notificações que agora vibravam constantes e tornavam perceptíveis as máculas deixadas em sua pele.

Recolhia suas roupas desordenadas pelo carpete com uma urgência velada, almejando evitar aquele olhar inquisidor que Jaehyun sempre inflamava sobre si com uma preocupação e interesse fictícios. Era sempre assim: ele ligava, as vezes enviava uma mensagem, transavam por horas e depois voltavam a ser estranhos.

Conhecidos de amigos em comum.

Exilou-se no banheiro amplo, a escuridão abstendo-a de fitar seu reflexo no espelho, usufruindo dos frascos com fragrâncias diversas, que evidenciavam seu gosto refinado por coisas caras e brilhantes, apropriando-se daquela essência singular de patchouli e mandarina que sentia apenas nele.

Caminhava a passos silentes pelo quarto, abdicando-se de quaisquer despedidas, atentando-se ao ressonar brando que fazia farfalhar os lençóis e desvelar resquícios de sua nudez. Foi e não olhou mais para trás, sentindo os efeitos paliativos dele – daquele placebo – se dissipar, tornando-a mais uma vez detenta de suas segundas-feiras internas, de seus pensamentos melancólicos.

“Já vai?”

Sentada sobre o degrau que separava a sala de entrada dos demais cômodos, com o led num tom quente bruxuleando solitário, sobressaltou-se ao escutar o timbre sonolento reverberar não tão distante.

“Sim.”, respondeu sucinta, concentrando-se em pôr as meias nos pés sem parecer que estava desesperada para partir. Mesmo sem mirá-lo, podia sentir sua presença espectral assistindo a seus gestos contidos, como se pudesse despi-la e entrever além do que ansiava mostrar.

“Tá chovendo.”, comentou despretensioso, retendo sua atenção no tecido da camisa cinza que escurecia com as gotículas que escorriam densas do cabelo molhado, achando que seu perfume ficava melhor em ti do que nele.

“É? Nem percebi.”, mentiu apática, finalizando o laço do primeiro cadarço, clamando para que Jaehyun não continuasse com aquela conversa que nunca chegava a lugar algum. Sempre estagnados no mesmo ponto de partida; como dois estranhos.

“Vai de carro?”, questionava outra vez, apoiando sua testa na parede gélida, deixando que um suspiro exausto se fizesse tangível diante do silêncio que tardava a sua resposta. Mantinha as mãos reclusas nos bolsos da calça, brincando com o algodão da sua calcinha que não tinha intenção de devolver, não agora, talvez em outro momento, com um pretexto para ligá-la.

“Metrô.”, disse por fim, sua indiferença fazendo-o sorrir, um repuxar tácito de lábios que salientava a sua impassibilidade e praxe em lidar com aquilo. Levantou-se ainda sem olhá-lo, encarando os cadarços atados em dois laços folgados, acreditando que se o fizesse, Jaehyun faria ruir suas muralhas com todas as inverdades que ele não dizia, mas expressava – silente – através de seus orbes marrons.

“São duas da manhã.”, constatava sereno, percorrendo os dedos esguios pelos fios pretos e enrijecidos pelo suor, com uma sensação insólita, porém fugaz, asfixiando-lhe o peito. “Dorme aqui e amanhã cedo te deixo em casa.”

Sua resposta ressoou curta, um não que fora omitido pelo ruído da fechadura digital, sentindo a brisa notívaga se metamorfosear no silêncio que agora se fazia duradouro, como um espectador onisciente do fim de todo aquele melodrama. “Melhor não.”, corrigiu-se tensa, sendo abraçada pelo frio da intempérie que valsava no corredor adormecido, quase fantasmagórico.

“Por que?”, indagou afetado por sua tenacidade, o aroma de patchouli e mandarina fazendo-o traçar passos involuntários até onde estava, refreando-se assim que notou a proximidade. “Cê sabe que eu não tenho nada sério com elas, né?”

Com ninguém, divagou de súbito, resguardando o pensamento acre somente para si. Os dígitos demarcavam a madeira da porta branca, como se pudesse se dissolver diante de seu olhar autoritário e compassivo, observando-o de relance, fitando a sua silhueta turva pela antítese do desejo de querer ficar, mesmo sabendo que ali, com ele, sempre teria que decidir partir.

“Até breve, Jaehyun.”

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Ghost | Sinners in Secret - Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen - The Hallway Incident Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Reader/Sister of Sin x Papa “Terzo” Emeritus III Rating: Explicit Warnings: Plot, smut, etc. See AO3 for full list of tags!

A/N: oooh boy here it is, this has blatant and EXPLICIT CopiaxTerzo so if that isn't your thing, please feel free to sit this one out; otherwise please enjoy!

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Dinner was an affair to say the least.

When we arrived in the hall, my arm tucked snug against Terzo, everyone stood and bowed their heads at us entering. I blushed and stepped a little closer to Terzo who, for his part, preened under the attention. We followed the long aisle to the head table sitting in the spots we had the night we arrived. I was on Terzo’s right side and Copia on his left.

Copia had nodded at me, his mismatched gaze meeting my eyes for the first time since we had left the club the night prior. I smiled softly at him, giving him a small wave, as Terzo helped push my seat in before he also sat down. On Copia’s other side was the previous papas and Imperator. To my right was unfortunately Vertias and the other Cardinals. I was determined to ignore him, speaking with Terzo through the entire meal but the other man had other ideas.

“I see you left your new pet in your rooms, Sister.” Veritas’ voice pulled me from my thoughts of how to start a with Copia and I turned to look at him coolly.

“Watch your tone, Veritas. I’d like to leave dinner as a civil affair with my family.” I hissed, sipping my glass of wine before glaring at him. “If you must know Swiss is being introduced to the other ghouls here at the Monastery.”

“I’ll never understand the appeal of sharing every feeling, every emotion, with another being.” He muttered, rolling his eyes as he sliced aggressively at the steak on his plate.

“And that is why you’d never be selected for His favor, Veritas.” I locked my mismatched gaze with his eyes, fury clear in his colored irises. “To be given a gift of another being so perfectly in tune with you, it is the highest honor Lucifer can give you, to look at that and refuse him? It's no wonder Papa picked someone more suited to lead the Clergy.”

Veritas’ face grew cold, a dark smirk on his lips as he leaned close to me. I flinched back, Terzo unaware as he was locked in a boisterous conversation with Copia and Secondo, as Veritas leaned in close enough to whisper in my ear.

“Ah, but who still doesn’t have the ghoul to show for his apparent devotion, eh Sister?” He purred, a shiver sliding down my spine like a raw egg yoke. The look in his eye made me squirm. “Who looks upon your gift with envy and jealousy? What makes him more worthy than I?”

My eyes slid over to Copia, who was smiling for the first time in what felt like weeks, and I felt my cheeks flush. I turned back to Veritas with my wine glass clenched tightly in my fingers, glass only moments away from shattering.

“Your lust for power will be your downfall, Veritas.” I hissed back, turning around to my meal again.

I blatantly ignored him the rest of the meal, keeping my eyes locked on my plate or on Terzo who was trying to bridge the gap between Copia and I. Which surprisingly, sort of worked. Copia seemed much more at ease without Swiss around, he actually had a small smile at one point when we were talking.

“Copia I-” I started to apologize but I felt Terzo’s hand on my thigh, stopping me long enough to understand now was not the place nor the time.

“Stellina, it is okay. We will speak later, si?” Copia’s face was soft as he reached behind Terzo’s chair to take one of my hands gently. “I-I do think we need time to talk, just give me time to gather my thoughts…”

I fought back the small lump in my throat as hope bloomed in my chest, nodding excitedly. “O-of course, Copia.”

We finished dinner with soft conversation, none of us mentioning my ghoul or the other night. We talked about the upcoming ceremonies, about all of the meals and menus and parties. It almost felt normal again, the three of us laughing and joking. My eyes watched as Copia’s body language softened, leaning towards Terzo and I as we all snickered at a joke Primo made. His face looked less apprehensive every time he looked at me and my heart soared, he even smiled at a comment I had made about his handwriting.

When the meal finally came to a close we drank the last of our wine, switching over to coffee and tea with the desert that had been served. Even as the siblings made their way back to their rooms in small groups, it seemed like we were savoring the time we had together. The three of us now turned towards each other.

Terzo had pushed his chair back and had helped turn mine to block Veritas, who had left not long after. Copia was turned, his ankle resting on his knee as he sipped his espresso. Secondo and Primo had pulled their chairs to the other side of the table and we were all chatting about the upcoming weeks of preparation and eventually the ceremonies. My cheeks were pink as a few times either Copia or Terzo caught me staring at them. I missed them, in every sense of the word, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Copia would return to us tonight. I let my mind wander away with thoughts of how soon it would be that the three of us would finally be allowed to be a couple together. It wasn’t till someone cleared their throat that I realized they had been waiting for me to respond, stammering and blushing as I came back to the present. We’d been sitting there for what felt like hours and I couldn’t help the yawn that slipped from my mouth, both Terzo and Copia shared a knowing look.

“I think you need rest, Tesoro.” Terzo chuckled

“Among other things…” Copia chuckled, a warmth and a darkness in his eyes. I felt a shiver slip down my spine. I stood, half expecting for them to follow me but neither did.

“Aren’t you coming back with me?” I questioned and they shook their heads, looking like guilty school boys.

“Ah, no Tesoro.” Terzo chuckled, rubbing at the back of his neck. “We have to speak with Nihil and Seestor about something that is..ah…”

“We need to speak with them about something for after our rituals, si? È una sorpresa.” Copia laughed before giving me a smirk. He leaned forward and snagged my hand, tugging me in to press a soft kiss to the corner of my lips. I felt like my heart was going to burst for a moment. “We will see you shortly.”

“O-okay!” I stammered cheeks flushed as Terzo leaned in and kissed the other corner of my lips before giving me a pat on the ass.

“I want you sitting on the bed wearing nothing by the time we get there, comprendere Sorella?” He purred, the pair of them with heat in their eyes. I squirmed and mumbled a quick ‘Yes Papa!’ before practically sprinting out the door and back to our rooms.

I was about half way there, taking a corner with more speed than I meant to and almost slammed full force into the other body. Their hands came to settle on my waist to prevent me from falling, my hands tucking against their chest.

“O-oh! I’m sorr-!” I started before looking up at the other person and having to use all the control in me no to groan out my frustrations.

“Ah, Sister. Whatever could have you in such a hurry, hm?” He crooned, hands gripping me tighter as I tried to step away. “Looking lovely as you are this evening, no doubt for your Papa and of course the Cardinal.”

“What are you playing at Veritas?” I snapped, trying to tug my arms away as he snatched my wrists.

“I’m not playing at anything, I’m merely voicing what every man in that dining hall had been thinking tonight.” His voice was low as he leaned into me. I shrunk back, I could smell the wine on his breath. “Every single one of them was trying to imagine what it would be like to call you their own.”

“Unfortunately for them, I’m not a prize to be won.” I hissed, again trying to snatch my wrist from him. “I already belong to the ones that have my heart.”

I flinched as his free hand came up to caress my cheek as he leaned even closer to me, the heat of his body rolling over me. I couldn’t help the shiver that ran down my spine as his eyes drifted from my own mismatched gaze to my lips.

“You should have been mine, Sister…” He murmured, eyes unfocused from the alcohol and oblivious of the tension between us. My heart thundered in my chest as I tried again to pull away from him, his grip tight enough it would probably bruise. “I could still claim you as my own…call in the ancient rights of inheritance…”

“P-please let go of me.” I stammered, flustered by the tone of his voice as he backed me against the wall behind us into a tiny alcove. “Veritas, let me go.”

My heart felt like it was going to fly out of my throat as I squirmed against the stone behind my back. He wasn’t listening to me, his eyes locked on my lips as he lent down. His breath was sharp as he tilted his head, his glossy eyes had a predatory glint in them as he locked eyes with me again. His free hand reached up to lean against the wall by my head, the other by my waist. I was frozen, unable to make a call if kicking him in the balls was the right move at this moment, and I tried to slide away from him but he stepped closer.

“I envy them, Sister. I envy that they know every intimate corner of your body, that they know what it looks like to have you underneath them in the moonlight.” He whispered, lips almost brushing against mine. “One of the cornerstone cardinal sins and I haven’t felt its touch like this in years. There is something about you, Sister. Like Lucifer himself sent you here to tempt me…”

I was trembling now, heart thundering in my chest. If Terzo or Copia caught us like this I wouldn’t know what they would think.

“I’m not yours, Cardinal.”

“No…but you could be.” His fingers toyed with the ends of my hair, a small cocky smirk on his face as he backed off slightly. “Always time to change your mind, you know.”

“In your dreams, Veritas.” I laughed awkwardly, trying again to put some distance between us, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Before I could flinch he surged forward again, wrapping his hand around my throat and pressing me against the wall tightly.

“If you were mine, I’d have that smart mouth of yours trained. I’d have you on your knees before me begging for release.” He crooned in my ear as I panicked, struggling against the grip on my throat. “I’d have that bratty attitude disciplined right out of you, like a good little whore.”

I was squirming, eyes wide with fear over the strength he was showing, when I heard the low growl next to me. I let my eyes drift over to the side and saw Swiss prowling forward towards us. His dark eyes deadly behind the silver of his mask. I could sense his rage, his unbridled fury at someone touching me against my will like this. I knew he was going to tear Veritas’ arm off if I didn’t deescalate the situation. I looked over at Swiss with pleading eyes, his own dark ones locking with mine.

“V-Veritas, please…” I whispered, hand reaching out to pause Swiss’ advance. Begrudgingly, the ghoul stopped but I knew that I couldn’t hold him back forever. “Papa and Copia will be looking for me soon, please let me go.”

“Let them find us. Let them understand the pain of someone taking what's meant to be yours for their own.” He started to lean forward, I knew at that moment he was going to kiss me, and only paused at the last minute when Swiss’ angry growls caught his attention. “Ah, playtime seems to be over.”

“Back away from Her Eminence. Now.” Swiss’ tone left no room for arguments, I could feel the heat rolling off the furious ghoul. His tail swished back and forth, movements sharp and snappy, broadcasting his irritation.

“Last time I checked, Sister, we didn’t allow mongrels here in the Monastery.” Veritas teased, baiting Swiss successfully as the ghoul lunged forward.

I stepped between them, moving towards Swiss with my hands raised towards him in a mock surrender. He paused and wrapped an arm around my waist protectively, borderline snarling at the smirking Cardinal. When I finally knew that Swiss wasn’t going to maul anyone, I turned to face the other man.

“Enough, Veritas. I will ignore the comments about Swiss and my relationship this time, but I will not do it again. Go back to your rooms and sober up; I’m sure you’ll regret the comments come morning.” I looked down my nose at Veritas whose cheeks were flushed slightly. He smirked as he stood up to his full height and straightened his robes.

“No, I don’t think I will regret it, Sister.” He chuckled darkly as he locked eyes with me, pausing in his retreat momentarily till Swiss growled again.

Only then did he head out of the alcove and back down the hallway where we had bumped into each other. Once Veritas was out of sight I let all the strength and adrenaline drain from my body, suddenly feeling absolutely exhausted. My legs wobbled and before I knew it I was sliding down the wall, sitting on the floor. Swiss sighed, hand running down the face of his mask before he sat next to me on the floor.

“Why won’t you let me eat the bastard?” He grumbled, I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “He tried to touch you, t-to hurt you!”

“Swiss please, I-I can’t add this to the list of shit happening right now.” I had gone from laughing to holding back tears, overwhelmed and emotionally drained from the last few days. “I’ll handle it when the time comes.”

“But you need to tell someone…Imperator or Nihil, hell at the very least Papa and Cardinal Copia!”

“NO!” I sputtered, eyes wide as I turned to grab him by the shoulder. I shook him back and forth slightly, as much as one could budge a ghoul of his size. “Can you imagine what would happen if they found out? They would go apeshit Swiss.”

“Exactly!” He huffed, throwing his hands up. “Someone needs to put that asswipe in his place, especially if you won't let me eat him…”

“We just need to get the rituals over with and then we can go home and things will go back to normal.” I rubbed at my face with a heavy sigh before standing, offering my hand to the ghoul. “C’mon, we’ve got to get back. Terzo and Copia were expecting me.”

…

When we made it back to the rooms I looked around to see if we made it back before Copia and Terzo. Swiss padded into the rooms behind me, shutting the door quietly behind us. When I didn’t see either of them waiting for me, I felt a thrill run down my spine. I’d managed to beat them back and I wanted to make sure to follow their instructions to a T.

When I started towards our room, I realized I still had a shadow. I stopped suddenly, turning around to face my ghoul as he almost bumped right into me. He looked down at me with a quirk to his head, mask glinting in the low light of the room.

“Sunshine?” He asked, looking me over to see if something was wrong.

“Swiss…” I started, flush spreading on my cheeks. “I-Is there somewhere more comfortable for you to sleep tonight?”

“I was just going to join the ghouls like I had planned to last night unless you needed me?”

“N-no!” I blurted with a blush before laughing, watching as realization dawned on him. “I think I’ll be okay tonight.”

“Oh. OH. Gross. Maybe I’ll stay in the spare room here instead.” He chuckled, giving me a little playful shove as I giggled. “Enjoy your evening, I’ll be interested to see how this particular emotion is shared.”

“I’ll see you in the morning Swiss, sleep tight.”

“Tight, if I had to guess, is going to be the feeling for the night.” He grumbled and I laughed as I scampered down the hall, kicking my shoes off as I went.

I stepped into our master bedroom as quietly as I could, peaking around the door to see if I could see anyone. The room was dark, curtains drawn against the moonlight, and a low fire was flickering in the fireplace. I sighed as I slipped inside, relieved as I shut the door behind me. Suddenly I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist, lips coming to mumble in my ear.

“If memory serves me correctly, Amore, I had asked you specifically to wait for us on the bed, no?” Terzo tutted, hands wandering to brush against my bare arms. “Whatever shall we do, eh Cardinale? Should we punish Sorella..?”

Punishment? A thrill ran down my spine as my eyes adjusted to the dark of the room. Copia was sitting on the settee at the foot of the bed, leaning back against the footboard slightly. He’d removed his cassock and was sitting in his sinfully tight trousers, the suspenders slid off his shoulders and settled around his hips. He wore a black linen shirt, loose on his wiry frame, the collar was loose around his neck and open to expose his chest. I felt my mouth go dry and my insides do a backflip as our eyes locked, his gaze filled with heat as he smirked at me.

“I think a little punishment for her tardiness would be appropriate, Papa.” Copia purred, pulling his gloves off with his teeth before tossing them to the side. “First we must undress her.”

I leaned back into Terzo’s arms, cheeks flushed as I felt him move against me just so and brushed his already hard cock against my ass. I shivered as he reached for my hand and tugged me towards Copia. Terzo had already taken his papal suit and shirt off, wearing only a pair of his daily trousers slung low on his hips. His eyes were warm as he pressed a kiss to my knuckles. He paused and I stopped, a curious look on my face as he moved behind me, unzipping the zipper of my dress and pressing a kiss to my exposed skin. I shivered, eyes slipping closed as he pushed the fabric off my arms and it pooled around my feet.

I heard both of them suck a hissed breath between their teeth as they realized what I had been hiding under that dress. I wore a lacy bra, thong and garter belt set; the cups of the bra made of lace and sheer, the garter belt holding up a pair of thin thigh high stockings that had a seam down the back of my legs. I shivered with the heat in both their eyes as they looked me up and down.

“Tesoro…did you wear this just for us?” Terzo groaned, resting his forehead against my shoulder as his fingers played with the lace edge of my garterbelt. I nodded coyly, cheeks flushed. He chuckled darkly as he cupped my cheek, turning my head towards him and pressing a kiss to my eager lips, thrill and heat coiling in my belly.

“Papa…we are meant to punish Sorella…” Copia’s tone left no room for argument as Terzo stepped back, a slight blush on his cheeks as he smiled sheepishly at Copia. “Do not make me have to punish you too, si?”

“Si Cardinale.” The submissive tone in Terzo’s voice made me squirm, pressing my thighs together.

“Come here, Topolino.” Copia beckoned me forward and I whimpered at the dark bite to his tone, hinting at what I was in for tonight.

I padded forward and kneeled at his feet, eyes locked on his hands. I settled my fidgeting hands in my lap, fighting the urge to curl up against him and fuck him right here and now. All I wanted to do was have him close, I longed for him after the last few nights. I missed him terribly and to be so close but unable to reach out was making me squirm. He must have sensed this because he cupped my cheek, eyes warm as I leaned into his touch.

“I have missed you, Topolino…” Copia mumbled quietly, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. “Have you missed me?”

“Yes.” I breathed, heart thundering in my chest while the heat pooled in my belly. “Very much so…”

“Sei una brava ragazza, Sorella.” He sighed, his fingers curling around my jawline as he tugged me close as possible from my position. “I almost want to forget your punizione…”

I whimpered slightly as I felt his free hand curl into my hair, tugging sharply, to angle me to look up at him. His one green eye was blown wide with lust, the heat bore into my belly as I shivered. He chuckled darkly while one hand slipped down to toy with my hardened nipple, a gasp slipping from my lips before I could hold it back. Copia smirked as he leaned down, lips barely brushing against mine as he spoke.

“Do you trust us, Sorella?” He purred, eyes drifting from my face to my lips as I tried very hard to not squirm under him. I nodded, not trusting my voice, and was rewarded with another sharp tug on my hair. “Speak, Sister. I want to hear you.”

“Y-yes, Cardinal.” I blurted, cheeks flushing slightly. I was already panting and they both had barely touched me.

“Good girl.” Copia smirked, letting go of my hair and sitting back. His eyes drifted somewhere behind me and I knew he was looking at Terzo. “Go sit on the bed, do not move unless told. Si?”

“Yes, Cardinal.”

I practically jumped up, stumbling slightly, and I climbed up on the bed eagerly. I sat against the headboard with my legs crossed under me as Copia sat on the edge of the bed. He reached to the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out two long lengths of black silk rope. A thrill ran down my spine, settling in the pooling heat in my belly. My eyes were transfixed as I watched Copia tie the rope around the ornate solid wood posters on either side. My breath was coming in sharply as he sat next to me.

“If you are uncomfortable at any point, you will tell me right away. Si?” He spoke quietly, face serious as he took one of my wrists in his hand.

“Yes, of course Cardinal.”

“If at any point, any moment, it is too much for you; you will tell me, si?”

“Yes.”

“Our safeword is what?”

“Rats.”

“Good girl, Sorella.” He chuckled, leaning to press a soft kiss to my temple. I whimpered, leaning into his touch.

Gods, I had missed him so much it almost hurt. When he pulled away, the serious mask had slid back into place and I couldn’t help but squirm under the intense look in his mismatched eyes. He skillfully wrapped the rope around my wrists, tying my bindings firmly but careful to make sure it wasn’t to the point of bruising the delicate skin. After checking the restraints himself and moving to the other side of bed to repeat the process, Copia’s voice startled me as he spoke softly to Terzo.

“Get on the bed, Papa.” He spoke quietly, his tone serious and leaving no room for negotiations. To his credit, Terzo reacted almost identically to me. He scrambled onto the bed, sitting like an obedient puppy as he watched Copia move towards him.

“Do you remember your safeword, Papa?” Copia asked as he settled on the bed next to Terzo.

“Si, rigatoni.” Terzo chuckled, cheeks red as his eyes flickered over to me. Copia’s hand shot and caught his chin, forcing him to look away from me.

“Do not look at her, Papa. Eyes on me, si?” He hissed, rising up on his knees to loom over Terzo whose breath was coming in rough puffs.

“Y-yes, Cardinale.” He groaned, laying back on his elbows as Copia settled between his legs.

Suddenly Copia surged forward, growling slightly before he slammed his lips against Terzo’s. The other man’s eyes widened before he whimpered into the open mouth kiss, tongue slipping into the other’s mouth. Copia groaned as he pushed Terzo down to the bed, his hand tangling in his hair and tugging sharply. Terzo hissed as he was pulled away from the other man's lips, groaning as Copia’s lips pressed rough bites and sucked his sensitive spot on his neck. Terzo’s hand clenched the covers of the bed, his fingers fighting for control as he itched to reach out and grip at Copia.

The cardinal chuckled as he dragged his blunt nails down Papa’s chest, a shiver running down his back. One of Copia’s hands gripped Terzo’s hip tightly as he ground against him, mumbling something I couldn’t quite hear in Terzo’s ear. The man whimpered, a sound that shot directly to my core, and nodded his head as Copia slithered down Terzo’s body. He pressed wet, open mouth kisses down the column of his neck and down the planes of his chest. I watched as he unbuttoned the other man’s trousers, tugging them off and tossing them to the side. Unsuprizingy Terzo wasn’t wearing any underwear, his hard cock springing forth proudly, and Copia and I groaned at the same time.

My mouth went completely dry as I watched them, my arms slightly stretched out against the ropes. I tugged on them for a moment, a longing deep in my chest to touch them, and when I couldn’t reach for them I whined. Copia’s eyes flickered over to me, a smirk on his lips as he ghosted his hand over Terzo’s cock. He was already painfully hard, the head dripping precum and slick. I wanted to suck him into my mouth but Copia had other ideas. His lips pressed gentle kisses to the sides of Terzo’s cock, leaving slight streaks of his greasepaints. Terzo writhed beneath him and let out a strangled cry as his hips thrusted up slightly. Copia backed off and tutted at Terzo, a wry smirk on his face.

“Ah, ah Papa.” He chuckled darkly, his hand gripping Terzo tightly as he pumped him up and down. I squirmed, thighs clenching as I shifted in my spot, heat pooling between my legs making me pant. “Non puoi cavartela così facilmente, vero?” You can't get off that easy, surely?

“Cardinale…” Terzo whimpered as Copia’s fist teased him, his free hand slipping from his hip to fondle his balls gently. Terzo squirmed, looking for more relief that he was getting and I clenched my fists as I watched him beg wantonly. “Non prendermi in giro…” Don't tease me…

I managed to get my legs under me, rolling my hips against my own leg to try and soothe the ache as the pair of them ignored me and my whimpers in favor of each other. I watched as Copia tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor, and unzipped his trousers. I whimpered as I watched him slide the tight fabric down his hips, Terzo licking his lips as he watched.

“Nobody said anything about you getting off just yet, Papa…” Copia hissed, letting his own hard and weeping cock free from his tight trousers. “It has been a very long time since I found you under me like this…I intend to savor it…”

Eyes locked on them, I watched Copia lean back over Terzo kissing him roughly again as he ground their cocks together. One of his hands came to stroke both of them in his palm, both men shuttering at the feeling. I felt my cunt clench when they moaned in sync, Copia resting his forehead against Terzo in a moment of tenderness between them. Terzo was the one to surge forward then as he pressed a searing open mouth kiss to Copia’s lips. Their tongues slipping into each other’s mouths, the sound of sucking and wet flesh obscene in the quiet darkness of our bedroom.I moaned wantonly, unable to hold back, before quickly burying my face in my shoulder as my cheeks burned. Both pairs of mismatched eyes found mine and I flushed bright red as they smirked at me. The very idea of them knowing just how much seeing them like this turned me on making me squirm and shy away from them slightly.

“Ah, Sorella. I almost forgot you were here…” Copia teased, his hand moving faster as he groaned and rolled his hips against Terzo.

“Cardinal…please…” I whined, tugging on my restraints and panting.

“Do you think you have been punished yet, Sister?”

“Please…” I squirmed, eyes flickering back and forth from Copia’s face to his and Terzo’s cocks as they gasped and rocked against the other.

“I think you will need to wait a little longer. Papa has been such a good boy, no? He deserves a reward…”

I watched, my mouth going dry again, as Copia helped Terzo up on his hands and knees facing me. I stretched my legs out, opening my thighs to tease them with a view of my incredibly soaked underwear. I saw Terzo take a deep breath, licking his lips as his eyes locked into the darkened wet patch of lace. Quickly Copia slipped from the bed, grabbing a bottle of lube from the nightstand before coming back over to Terzo who was panting. Their heavy, lust filled gaze locked on my flushed face; Copia smirked at me like a predator while Terzo looked like a starving man who found the last apple in the garden.

“Amore…” Terzo moaned, his hand reaching out to caress my calf. I whimpered at his bare hand, touch starved and desperate. “You are wet, are you not? Just from watching us?”

“Yes…” I breathed, chest heaving and eyes blown wide with lust as I looked between the two men at the foot of the bed. There was a crack of a hand on skin and I jumped, half expecting the sting on my own skin but the burning feeling never came. Terzo let out a sharp hiss, rolling his hips back at Copia. The Cardinal wore a sharp look in his eyes as he looked between Terzo and I.

“What did I say Papa?”

“To pretend Sorella was not here…”

“And is speaking with her pretending she is not here, hm?”

“No, Cardinale.” Another crack came and Terzo jumped, the sound shooting right to my clit as I squirmed.

“Eyes on her face, Papa. Not her cunt.” He hissed and I moaned, embarrassingly loud. “Show Sorella what a good pet gets as a reward, yes?”

I watched as Copia squeezed the slick liquid into his hand, his fingers must have been pressing against Terzo’s tight ass because the man dropped like a ton of bricks to his elbows. He groaned, rocking back against Copia and I gasped as I watched him look over his shoulder at Copia. Terzo moaned and I watched Copia begin to rock his fingers in and out of him, hissing a breath between clenched teeth. I whimpered, rocking my own hips to try and get any friction, as I watched as they grinded against each other. After a few more gentle, stretching thrusts Copia added another finger. Terzo whimpered and gasped as he looked at me. His mismatched eyes blazing with heat that made me feel wild, desperate to get out of my bonds.

“Papa, if you can get to her cunt I will allow you to eat Sorella out. As a reward for being un buon cane.”

I perked up at that, locking eyes with Copia who gave me a small nod. I whimpered and bowed my head towards him, my eyes drifting to look at Terzo who looked smug as he smirked at me.

“You’ve been a good, patient girl. But you cannot finish till I tell you or you will be punished, si?” Copia grunted, his fingers slipping away from Terzo as he slicked up his cock. I felt the breath leave me as he lined up behind him, my mouth going dry. “Yes, Sorella?”

“Y-yes! Thank you, Cardinal.” I squeaked before letting out an undignified squeal as I slipped forward and fell back against the bed.

Terzo had wrapped his hand around my ankle and tugged me to him. I tugged at the ropes to try and gain some slack but it barely budged. It was almost too much tension in my shoulders but with a little wiggling I was able to just get my cunt to him. I didn’t even get to say a single word before, with a grown, Terzo buried his face between my thighs. He tugged my underwear down and out of his way, seams snapping as he went. I threw my head back, gasping and arching off the bed as I felt his tongue swirl around my clit, his moan vibrating against my core.

I looked up at Copia who had a slightly warm smile before he caught me staring at him, winking at me. I smiled, biting my bottom lip, as I watched him slowly ease his way inside of Terzo. The man buried between my legs moaned like a wanton whore, arching his hips back as Copia gripped his waist to pull him back against him. I shuttered, the vibrations of his moans against my core causing the pooling heat in my belly to sharpen as he lazily savored me. I managed to use my elbows to move the pillows behind me so I could sit myself up slightly, unable to tear my gaze away from my two lovers as they took all the pleasure they could from each other.

Terzo was like a starved man brought to the trough as he buried his face in my cunt, groaning as Copia thrusted into him. Every grunt, gasp, and moan vibrated against my core; causing me to gasp and tug against my binding as I desperately wanted to to thread my fingers through his hair as I thrusted my hips against his face. I watched as Copia curled around Terzo, gasping and groaning as he rocked in and out of the other man slowly. He set a slow, languid pace; taking his time to stroke the flames of pleasure in Terzo’s taught body. Copia settled his hands on either side of Terzo’s shoulders, tucking his head into the crook of the other man’s neck as he groaned filthy Italian words in his ear.

Terzo whimpered as Copia sucked at his pulse point, digging his teeth into his skin and marking him. I rolled my hips against Terzo’s face, heat coiling in the pit of my stomach. My eyes couldn’t pull away from the men between my legs, my chest heaving as I took sharp breaths. Copia was gentle at first, taking his time to let Terzo adjust to the size of him, before he started to quake with the force of keeping his thrusts shallow and slow. It wasn’t long before Copia started to grip Terzo’s hip possessively, growling as he flicked his hips with sharp thrusts.

The movement rocking Terzo and his teasing tongue deeper against me, both of us groaning as I writhed against him. Copia’s hand curled around Terzo's neck, fingers gripping him as he pushed him deeper between my legs.

“Mostra alla sorella cosa può fare la tua lingua, voglio sentirla strillare per te…” Show Sister what your tongue can do, I want to hear her squeal for you… Copia hissed between gritted teeth, using his other hand to smack Terzo’s ass. “Ma se la lasci finire, me la prenderò con la tua pelle, Papa.” But if you let her finish I will take it out on your hide, Papa.

Terzo groaned, his hands gripping my thigh tightly as he pushed my legs open as wide as he could, before slipping his tongue inside me. I threw my head back sharply, gasping and moaning as he swirled his tongue around my clip before teasing my entrance with the tip. I pulled against the ropes, the silk biting into my wrists, as I groaned with frustration. I wanted to touch them, let my fingers run through Terzo’s hair as I rode his face. I wanted to curl around Copia, nails dig half moon marks into his biceps as he gripped my hips. I longed for them even though we were together, I desired more.

“P-Please…” I croaked, throat dry and scratchy as I looked at Copia with watery eyes suddenly.

“Ah, Ah Sorella.” Copia grunted, his pace quickening as he slammed into Terzo with so much force the writhing man beneath him practically fell into my lap. “You were late, Papa was on time. You must wait your turn.”

I whimpered as he bit his bottom lip, running the hand that had been on the back of Terzo’s neck around to grip him tighter from the front before yanking his hungry lips away from me to press against Copia’s chest. Terzo’s back was arched sharply, his cock leaking precum from the tip, his head resting on Copia’s shoulder. Copia kissed Terzo as he continued to pound into the other man, Terzo gasping for breath in between their kisses.

“Ride me.” Copia commanded, I moaned quietly as I squirmed in my spot.

Terzo groaned as he began to rock against Copia’s cock, rolling his hips against him and letting his eyes close as he gasped every time he sunk back down on him. I clenched my thighs, mouth watering as my eyes flickered to Terzo’s cock as it bounced with every rough thrust backwards. All I wanted was to join them, tugging on the ropes fruitlessly. Deep down I knew our time for that was coming in the next few weeks but by Lucifer it was getting harder and harder to wait when they looked so deliciously sinful together. Copia’s hands gripped Terzo’s hips tightly, leaving what would surely be a bruise in the morning, as he guided his movements. My cunt clenched when Copia let out a gasping moan before biting down where Terzo’s shoulder met his neck. The writhing mess that was Terzo gasped, arching his back as Copia thrusted upwards roughly as he trembled. I broke out in a shudder as I watched Copia roll against Terzo, languid lazy strokes as he spilled his seed inside the other man with a grunting moan.

I was gasping, chest heaving, as my cunt throbbed at the image in front of me. Terzo was panting, shuttering as he rocked Copia through his aftershocks with a whimper. The Cardinal’s chest was heaving as he pressed gentle kisses to Terzo’s shoulder where he had left several angry looking love bites. Terzo was whimpering, his eyes barely open as he continued to ride Copia’s softening cock, before he looked over at me. I’m sure I looked insane. Tugging against the ropes, desperate for release of any kind after their little display. My eyes drifted to lock with Copia, a shiver running down my back at the dark lust in his eyes.

“Sei stato un così bravo ragazzo, Papa.” You've been such a good boy, Papa. Copia purred, hand wrapping around Terzo’s straining cock. His hips jumped forward, whining and gasping, as Copia spoke quietly. “Perché non usi la sorella come preferisci, hm? Non credo che le dispiacerebbe.” Why don't you use Sister as you please, hm? I don't think she would mind.

No. No, she didn’t mind one bit.

Terzo didn’t even wait, his pupils blown wide with lust as he looked at me before lunging forward. I squealed in surprise as Terzo settled between my legs, throwing them over his shoulders, before sinking full inside me with practically no warming.

“T-Terzo, fuck!” I gasped, back arching off the bed as he drilled into me with little warming.

“Ti senti così bene, Sorella.” He growled, leaning down to press his lips to mine hungrily.

The angle pushed my knees practically to my chest as I gasped, my head whirling from the feeling of him moving inside me, his thrusts almost animalistic in nature. I could feel my orgasm building quickly, my cunt clenching tightly at the friction, and I struggled against my bindings.

“Sorella…” Copia’s voice startled me and I looked to the side where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, toying with the knot that was holding my hands back from grabbing him. “You want out of this, yes?”

His face was full of mischief and I gasped, as Terzo gripped my hips as he pounded into me sharply. He hit the spot that made my toes curl and I cried out.

“Y-yes, please!” I begged, tears welling my eyes suddenly as one of Terzo’s hands gripped my shoulder tightly so I couldn’t slide away from him. “Please, Cardinal…I’m s-sorry I was late.”

“Ah, Amore.” He crooned, tugging one of the ropes free as he leaned over to press a soft and tender kiss to my lips. “You know I cannot resist when you have tears in your eyes.”

I almost started crying, chest and throat tight with emotion as Terzo curled around me and buried his face in my neck. His tongue teasing my sensitive spot by my ear as he mumbled in broken Italian. My eyes were locked on Copia’s naked form as he stretched over me to untie the other side. When my hands were free I let one arm curl around Terzo’s shoulders, fingers tangling in his hair as he sucked on my earlobe to make a shudder run down my spine. The other flew out, managing to snatch Copia’s upper arm and pulled him down to me to kiss him roughly. His face was clear, surprised for a moment, before he opened his mouth with a groan and his hands cupped my cheeks. His tongue teased me, gentle at first before he took the lead and sucked on my tongue. I cried out in surprise as Terzo sat back, moving to pull me into his lap and away from Copia.

The loss wasn’t long however; Copia settled behind me as Terzo’s hands gripped my hips and rocked me back and forth on his cock. I was a panting, whimpering mess. My head rolled back, resting against Copia’s warm chest as Terzo sucked one of my nipples into his mouth over my bra. I arched my back, gasping and digging my nails into his scalp as Copia reached over and turned my head to the side, our eyes locked and I whimpered as he softly nipped and sucked at my sensitive neck. I felt his bare hands slide down my sides before slipping to caress my clit. I moaned, heat pooling in my belly as the thread of my orgasm was pulled so tight I thought I would snap in half.

“I-I’m so close.” I whimpered, my free hand coming up to cup Copia’s face.

“Then let go, Amore.” He purred, punctuating his words with quick flicks of my clit.

“Vieni per me, Tesoro.” Terzo ordered, his mismatched eyes possessive as he thrusted up to meet my rocking hips. I felt Copia smirk into the skin of my neck as he bit down on my pulse point as he teased my clit.

That was all it took, in full sensory overload, for me to fall tumbling over the edge. I cried out, eyes clenched tightly, as I rocked against Terzo’s pistoning thrusts before he too fell apart inside me. I felt his cock twitch as he finally earned his own release. He grunted, snapping his hips a few more times as we rocked against each other in our aftershocks. I felt boneless, like I was floating, as a goofy smile settled on my lips. Still inside me, Terzo laid me back as he pressed soft wet kisses all over my chest. Copia curled around me, his fingers splayed out over my belly as he mumbled how good and patient I had been and how he was proud of me.

I was dozing off in their arms, saited and happy, when I felt Terzo slip out of me and out of the bed. I heard running water as he presumably started a shower. Alone together for the first time in days, Copia stiffened slightly before he too started to slip from the bed. I couldn’t let the night end like this, my heart suddenly tight and pounding, wracking my brain for what I could do. Panicking, I sat up and lunged to snatch his wrist. He paused, looking back at me with wide eyes.

“Amore, go back to sle-” He started but I couldn’t help it as I shook my head quickly, chest heaving as my eyes filled with tears.

“Please don’t leave me.” I whimpered, voice watery as I tried to swallow back the sob that threatened to spill from my lips.

“Topolino I-”

“Please, Copia. Francesco.” That seemed to get his attention if the shocked look on his face was anything to go off of. He sat on the edge of the bed, taking my hands as I trembled. I couldn’t look him in the eye, I couldn’t see his face as I spilled everything I’d bottled up over the last few days. “I-I know things have been off between us bu-but I want you to know that no matter what I am here for you. It’s always been you for me, Copia. I-I haven’t wanted another in the same way I want you, at least not till Terzo came along and even then I can’t picture my life without either of you anymore.”

“Sorella…” Copia’s voice was small, cheeks flushed, as he cupped my cheek and brushed a rogue tear away. But I couldn’t stop, I just kept talking, spilling my guts like I had fallen on the sword that I felt had been looming over me.

“You were my first friend at the abbey, you were the first person to make me feel like I hadn’t made the wrong call following this path, this call I had felt. You were the first person to make me feel welcome. I remember that first night we spent together like it was yesterday, I’ll never forget it. I don’t care that you don’t feel like you are the right choice for the Clergy seat, I don’t care that you aren’t Papa or whatever arbitrary goal someone has set for you to meet. I don’t care that you don’t have a ghoul or that you are the frontman for the Ghost Project. All I care about is us, together, building the life we want together with Terzo too. You are worthy of a life of happiness Copia, regardless of what anyone in your past has told you.”

“A-all I’ve wanted to tell you since the night at the club was just how much you and Terzo have made me feel alive, feel wanted, feel loved.” I could feel the tears falling freely now as I finally looked up at Copia.

His face was swirling with emotions, some I could name others I couldn’t. I knew my uninterrupted speaking time was coming to a close and I was already in this far, might as well send it all the way. I took a steading deep breath as I reached up and cupped his face in my hands, feeling his sideburn scratch at my palms as I looked him in the eye.

“Cardinal Francesco Copia I have been in love with you since I first saw you curled around the giant book in the library, jotting down notes and humming to yourself. I’ve loved you since you first left me a note to join you in the confessional booth one late evening. I’ve loved you since the first time you snuck me a cup of tea to the library in the cold of winter to keep me cozy. I am completely and utterly in love with you and the idea of you leaving me because you don’t feel worthy of my love terrifies me.”

My confession hung in the air between us like a long forgotten memory, pregnant pause as I sniffled and tried to steady my heartbeat. Copia’s chest was heaving, his eyes wild as his hand wrapped around my shaking frame. He tugged me into his lap and I felt the tears coming faster as I watched the blush spread across his cheeks, a small warm smile on his face before he spoke.

“You remembered my name, my birth name…” He chuckled awkwardly before I roared backward, cheeks flushed and rage running through my bloodstream.

“I just confessed I’m in love with you and all you notice is that I remembered Lillith-damned name?!” I roared before Copia started to laugh, a clear and true happy laugh.

“Mi dispiace, Amore,” He teased, pulling me back to him as he hugged me tightly. His voice suddenly thick with emotion. “I-I am not good at this kind of thing, si?”

“Copia…” I started but he pressed a quick kiss to my lips to silence me, resting his forehead against mine with his eyes closed as he spoke.

“I remember seeing you when you toured the Abbey the first time, you looked so ethereal..bellissima. Your face was like an open book, I could see every emotion and everything thought as you took in the space. When I watched your face light up in the library, a smile shining brightly, that was when I knew that I had to know you.”

“Then we were working on traduzioni together, spending all our time together. There was a day in the winter when the sun was bright and the stained glass was behind you when we were working, it looked like you had a halo behind you. It was the first time I thought ‘This woman had to have been sent for me, for how could I deserve her if she chose me on her own?’ and so every day since then I have been trying to be worthy of you. Of your love, Amore.”

“Copi-”

“I love you, Stellina.” He cut me off abruptly, looking down at me with a dark blush and a wry smirk. “Si, I do. I have for a long time, probably as long as that first day I saw you wearing your worldly clothes before taking the habit. I remember thinking when they told us of the vision that I would lose you to Terzo. He is the most charismatic of us…but the idea of sharing you with him? It is like we are one person, Terzo and I. It does not feel like sharing, more like trading an object between hands. It feels natural, like all the choices I have made over the years, all the momenti difficili, have led me here. I would not trade it for anything, Amore.”

“I love you, Sorella. I will not leave you, not now and not ever.”

I was crying openly now, but they were happy tears, as Copia coupled my face and kissed me softly.

“I love you, Copia.” I whimpered, smiling happily as I buried my face in his chest. His hand smoothed down my hair, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “I’m not going anywhere either, I swear.”

“You are mine, ours. Our Prime Mover.” He murmured in my ear, the possessive tone causing a shiver to roll down my spine. “Anyone who dares, they will not meet a swift end, Amore.”

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