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The club in the abbey was a gorgeous one. A nicely designed space with plenty of dark corners for dark deeds, the sound system spread all around the walls, and large doors led out into a party courtyard for warmer nights, the Tepes Courtyard. The moon always hit the area just right on clear nights, making it a popular spot to party. Dubbed "Dance Macabre," this club was a lot of the Siblings' go to hot spot on the weekends to unwind and let loose.
It was rare to find a Papa there, as they usually had so much work to do, but on occasion, one would pop in for a good time on an evening with their Sibling of choice or simply to drink and enjoy the debaucherous atmosphere. One exception to this is the Second; you could find him here every weekend on the dance floor with a couple from his harem, out of paint and requesting Pitbull. He's retired, you all just let the old man live.
Most nights were themed. Thursday night was goth night. Saturday night was rock and roll. Sunday night was always Ghost only, playing the band project's music to celebrate the Unholy Day. Friday night, as tonight, was anything goes.
You and a couple fellow Siblings had decided to go tonight,
Ayy Macarena by Tyga starts playing. Suddenly, the sound of excitement and screaming eclipsed the music. You turn to catch Copia strutting in, flanked by his ghouls. Siblings and ghouls alike flock to the Papa. Copia, absolutely loving it, offers his gloved knuckles to everyone, who take turns kissing them. Unable to remain a complete egotist, he then takes turns on either side greeting everyone by placing his hands over theirs and nodding to people. He finally comes to you, where you stand in his way. Dark eyes roam down over your bralette and tiny shorts.
"Sister." He makes no bones about checking you out, his hips circling ever so slightly to the beat. "So. This is what you wear under your habit?"
"You wish," you wink, matching his dance moves. He smirks, returning to his gentlemanly manner.
"Yes, you are good then? Having fun?" You nod. "Good, good." He clasps his gloved hands together, and despite the thrum of the music, you can almost imagine the sound of the leather tightening.
"You looking for a little fun tonight too, Papa?" you tease, turning around and dancing back against him. He chuckles.
"What gave me away, hm?"
You look back over your shoulder at him. "You barely ever grace us with your appearance here at the club on a Friday night. You must be here for a reason."
"To be honest Sister, I came here to let loose after a long week and have a rocking good time." His hands fall gently to your ass, where you're grinding against him. "But I can be tempted to enjoy other pleasures. You Siblings always treat me so well here, and..." He glances over his shoulder. Most of his ghouls have dispersed; Aether is buying rounds, Dew is flirting with a Brother and Swiss is of course on the dance floor. "...It appears I have become unsupervised." Mountain remains rooted behind Copia, tall and stoic. The Papa clears his throat, raising his eyebrows at him. "That was a hint to leave, ghoul." Mountain looks down at Copia, who sighs. "Yes, dismissed, go have fun in your... ghoulish way!" The earth ghoul dutifully goes and joins Swiss on the dance floor as Papa leads you to a dark booth, where he flags down a ghoulette for drinks.
"What are you drinking, Sister?" Copia asks, running a hand through his silvery brown hair. You bite your lip.
"Cum, hopefully." Copia chokes, and quickly orders two Negronis. "You weren't expecting that?" you ask, grinning.
"Not yet," he admits weakly, and pats the seat right next to him. "Slide a little closer to your Papa, eh? It is hard to hear in a place like this, and all these rituals lately have done a number on my ears."
"Mmm," you do as he says, "Can you hear this?" You lean in until your lips tickle his earlobe. "I want you to bend me over your knee and spank me. Gloves on."
A groan rumbles in his throat, and he turns to you.
"I'm sorry, Sister. Would you repeat that one more time for your aging Papa?" He makes a show of touching his ear. "Say it again. Slower."
"I need you," you say devilishly, sliding one leg over to straddle him, "Dearest Papa... to spank my ass so hard I can't sit." He nods, supporting you from behind with a hand.
"Yes, I caught it that time." He bumps you with his hips. "Get yourself into position then. Papa will take care of things." You let a moan slip, and get down beneath the table. The ghoulette comes back with the drinks, not questioning your position between the Papa's legs. He gives her a nod and a thank you, still a little flushed from being caught like this.
You get over his knee, and Copia gives you a measured rub, warming up the area before bringing down his hand. When he does, it's a light spank, and you wiggle your hips for more. He lands another harder one on one side, before switching to the other side. He rubs the red area again, massaging where his handprint was developing.
"Papa," you gasp.
"You like it, eh?"
"Yeah..."
"Harder, bella?" he asks softly. You nod. "Yeah."
He brings his hand down in a stinging slap, and you squirm, feeling wetness soak your panties. He watches your expressions closely as you enjoy each spank, and finally he gives a generous massage with both hands, patting your thighs. You accept his help to straighten up off his knee, but he tugs you onto his thigh to sit, one leg on either side of it.
Dizzy from arousal, you lean in to kiss him hard as he encourages you to drag yourself against his pants. Your ass stings still, but the friction is nice, and Papa keeps a steady hand over the sore spots to massage the pain away. Your breath hitches against his lips, the black paint transferred over onto yours, and he gently pulls your hair back, allowing him access to your neck. He uses this access, mouthing kisses up to your jaw and sucking. Mindlessly, you reach down under his blue jacket, down to his belt buckle, and slip it out of the loops.
"You are talented at doing that with one hand," he breathes.
"Not all I can do with one hand, daddy," you smile, and reach in to take his cock out. He melts a little, eyes rolling back, and you reach your hand up to lick your palm all while maintaining eye contact. Reaching down, you take him back in hand, giving a long stroke. His gaze only darkens, cock throbbing in your hand, and you work him up until he's panting.
"Will you allow me to seek my pleasure inside you, Sister?" he breathes. You reply by lifting up, adjusting yourself so it's a comfortable position on the booth seat, and sink yourself down over him. Copia wastes no time-- he wants you. He pushes his hips up into you, holding you by the back with one hand and the other reaching down to rub your clit. You squeeze around him, clenching your lower stomach and circling your hips. He pumps more frantically, gasping and grunting into your ear as you feel your orgasm approach.
"Please, I'm so close," you beg, "Papa... oh my Papa..." He growls, kissing down your neck and back up. When he kisses you on the lips again and punches a thrust as deep as he can, you tip over the edge, falling into his shoulder and moaning. He helps you off of him frantically, before he wildly jerks himself until he cums on his pantleg. You look up at him, sliding down like a snake to lick up the mess. He steadies out his breathing, captivated by you, and you sit back up on the seat next to him, wiping your lips. He tucks himself back in, leaving the belt undone.
"Thanks," you sigh. "More fun than I thought I'd have tonight."
Papa pats your knee. "Of course, Sister. I would be remiss in my manners if I did not, eh, thank you too." He grabs his drink, clinking it against yours. "Drink up, hm? We have some more dancing to do."