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The stolen key turned perfectly in the lock. Slipping quickly inside, you quietly shut the door behind you and shoved the key back into your habit pocket.
The carpet and walls of the second Emeritus brother puffed out the sweet tobacco scent as if they had smoked the cigars he preferred. Footfalls were softened by the smoked carpet as you crept quickly toward the credenza.
“The cabinet in the corner of the room,” you mumbled to yourself, remembering Frate Seth’s words. The midday light seeped through the closed curtains of the corner window, illuminating the side of the black-stained credenza. Wooden snakes wove and tangled themselves across the wood, fine craftsmanship that was undoubtedly from abroad. The knife you were looking for certainly was.
Looking around the office, different tchotchkes caught the eye: a red-lacquered katana resting on a cabinet behind his desk, a tribal mask hanging on the wall, a chair near the door upholstered in fine Turkish weaving. Secondo was rarely in his office and the mementos were evidence of that. The knife you were searching for had come from Bucharest, a cursed antique that supposedly granted a wish to whoever's blood it drew.
A creaking noise caused you to whip your head around. Nothing.
Crouching down, you made quick work of opening the credenza. You raised your eyebrows as the door opened without resistance. There were keyholes on the door handles, but they were not locked, baring their secrets for any who wished to see. You flipped through papers, finding nothing until you got to the lower shelf on the right side.
A golden filigree box was tucked into the corner under some old scrolls. Sliding the cold metal out you flipped it open to a purple velvet. Your heart sank as you found a burnished gold locket inside on top of a brass padlock key. You held your breath, ignoring your hammering pulse as you opened it. Framed in the metal was a picture of a nun, wearing a habit in fashion during the 80s of the church, with a double high peaked bandeau. Though the photo was worn with age, there was no mistaking how pretty she was. A soft smile graced her face and you almost felt bad for closing the locket back up and putting the box back where you found it.
There was nothing left in the cabinet, despite the second flip-through of the papers that you did. You huffed as you closed the serpentine cabinet doors. Where the fuck could it be? Your knees popped as you pushed against your thighs to hoist yourself back up. Eyes darting around the office you found many cabinets, but none were where they were supposed to be.
"That liar said it'd be in the corner of the room by the window. There's only one window, so what the-"
Turning, you took note of the chest on the other wall of the corner window. It was worn smooth and weathered, much older than anything else in the room, and as large as two steamer trunks.
"Not exactly a cabinet," you remarked. Approaching it, you picked up and inspected the padlock keeping it shut. "You'd think he'd at least be consistent." You cursed yourself for leaving your lock-picking set in your room. It would take forever to find the key, time you did not have.
Going back to the serpentine cabinet, you bit your lip fishing out the golden box again. Pushing the locket aside, you grabbed the key and headed back to the enormous chest. Sathanas, please work, I’m begging this works.
Click. The tell-tale mechanical sound and the full twist popped the lock open to your elation. Unthreading the lock from the latch, you set it aside to search for your treasure.
The lid was heavy, probably weighing at least 40 pounds. You sucked in a breath and heaved with all your might to open it. The inside looked like nothing and strangely you couldn’t even tell if there was a bottom to the chest. However, lining the top and bottom rim of it appeared to be animal teeth, maybe horrible souvenirs of big cats that had been fastened to the chest. Their encasements were nothing like you’d ever seen before, a deep purple that almost resembled gums as if it were alive. Putting forth a shaking finger, you touched the glossy flesh.
A deep growl emanated from the void maw. Black smoke rose from the chest causing you to jump back. The smoke moved with surprising speed and wrapped around your body. Much to your confusion, you could not walk through as you tried to go back for the padlock. You tried to move your arms but found them pinned to your sides. The chest hissed at this struggle and snatched you off the soft carpet and into its confines, slamming the lid shut.
The deprivation of light made you incredibly sensitive to how the smoke grabbed you and snaked around your body. Heavily breathing, you felt the tension decrease around your shoulders. It took all your strength, but you flailed your fists, finally landing a blow on the inside of the chest. It was the same fleshy texture as the chest’s gums but was noticeably slimier. You banged a few more times before it growled.
Smoke tendrils tore at the neck of your habit, quickly ripping the garment from your body. Kicking your legs in protest, you noticed that your legs and arms became weaker and weaker the harder you breathed in the sweet smoke. Thoughts slipped off your brain like silk as you relaxed into the embrace of the fog. The rest of your undergarments slid off like butter. The wisps were warm against your skin and ticklish, and you smirked with delight as they danced over your nipples. You gasped softly, a part of your brain urging you to let the box know what you liked and disliked. Something denser came up to flick slimily over the stiffened peaks, rolling back and forth across them in amusement.
“P-Please,” you moaned, “please just a little bit more.” Your cheeks grew hot at how wantonly the words rolled off your tongue like you were trying to seduce it into fucking you.
The chest obliged, the slimy tendrils curling around your nipples before enveloping them in some manner, sucking firmly against them. Not being able to see what was happening meant that every move the cursed object made was a surprise. “Fuck,” you gasped as you felt the sensations and teasing stoking the fire in your core, “so good…”
The chest purred at your words, adding a tendril to prod and lick at your clit. Your fingernails dug into your palm, desperate to grab onto anything to aid in the tension you were feeling building. They pushed in farther, scraping the soft skin, as the lower tendril latched on as well. “Sathanas, fuck that feels good. Just like th-”
The lid of the chest flipped open to reveal Secondo standing above you, lips tight, if not slightly turned up at the corners. “Mi è sembrato di aver sentito una topolina.”
A scream of surprise started in your throat but came out in shameless lust. Your gaze was torn away from him as the lower tendril unlatched to flick hard at your swollen clit. It stung as if the ooze that it secreted had made everything more sensitive, and you realized it was trying to admonish you for the scream.
“Non gli piace quando urli, topolina,” Secondo said, turning one of the chairs for guests by his desk to face the box. He hitched up his chasuble and alb before sitting down, legs spread wide in a commanding way. “I must admit I did not think that I would be getting a show today, or catching a mouse in my office.”
Whimpering in response you tried to find your words. “I- I’m not- I was only…”
“You know, topolina, I could free you, but I have a distaste for excuses… and thieves.”
You sneered at him snarling out, “Thief is such a - ah!” The tendril detached again, this time landing an audible smack across your clit that you were sure caused you to gush as your entire body recoiled in pain. “It’s a strong word, don’t you think?” you moaned, trying to keep your reactions in check so the chest wouldn’t punish you again.
“You are in my office and you have opened an unlocked chest, topolina. What were you planning on finding? My belongings?”
“No,” you said, “I wasn’t looking for anything, I swear.”
The appendages that were latched to your nipples constricted hard like clamps. You cried at this before the tendril between your legs gave you another firm smack for that. Your stomach sank as you felt a stream of slick slowly trickle down to your ass, evidence that you were enjoying its scoldings.
“Non gli piace neanche quando menti,” Secondo said. His hand was resting over his pants, waiting. “I will ask you again: what were you looking for, topolina?”
You held silent except for the moans that passed your lips as the tendrils worked away at your body, your juices slowly leaking out to cover more of your ass. The tension was so good, but you could feel that it wouldn’t be enough, the tendrils always pulling back when you wanted more.
“Da illi quod meruit,” Secondo spoke aloud. The chest responded to the ancient words, producing a fourth appendage. “If you do not want to cooperate, we can always fuck the answer out of you.” The new tendril licked and prodded at your asshole, testing the sensitive skin and tickling to tease.
“Please,” you moaned, “I need more. Please, tell it to fuck me.”
“Tarde,” he smirked, stroking himself through his pants. His mouth dropped open as he watched the tendril wriggle its way past the tight ring of muscle.
The appendage oozed more to aid itself as it torturously slid in and out at a slow pace. You groaned, feeling yourself slowly being stretched out more and more. It was delicious the way it plied you apart, but even more so through watching the second oldest Emeritus brother stroke himself to the sight of you being defiled. “I need my pussy fucked, please.”
“Why were you in my office?”
“K-Knife,” you slur out. There was no hope of getting it now, you were caught.
“A knife?” he said, standing up to undo his belt. “What kind of knife?”
“The Ouroboros Knife.”
He set the belt aside, getting up to go to the cabinet behind his desk. He pulled open the drawer and produced a dagger with a highly sculpted handle and pommel fashioned after a serpent eating its tail. The blade faintly glinted a dark green in the hazy afternoon light. “This knife?”
You nodded your head as a smoke tendril curled around your throat. The tendril fucking your ass picked up speed, causing you to barely notice the tendril that had left your clit red and swollen. “Yes, Papa.”
“You are a pretty sight, Sister.” He held up both thumbs and forefingers as if he were lining up a shot for a photograph, walking closer to you. When he reached the box, he bent down pinching your swollen clit between his gloved thumb and index finger. “How badly do you want that dripping cunt of yours filled?”
The pinch stung and caused your walls to twitch, your body begging you to comply. “So bad. I don’t want anything else. Please, tell it to fuck my pussy, Papa.”
He brought the knife to the top of your thigh, cutting deep enough for the blood to trickle down and join the wetness of the tendril and your own juices that covered your ass. The smile on those skull-painted lips was sickening. “It grants any wish. Go on, Sister: you know what to do.”
That asshole had tricked you into using your only wish. Gritting your teeth, you willed it to be so before he could do something else like close the lid on you and leave you to rot for eternity as a dripping pile of want. The box quickly obliged your wish, pushing a fat tentacle up against your entrance.
“Papa, it’s not going to fit!”
“Topolina, I am confident your whore cunt can take it. La frittata è fatta. Now, open your mouth. Da mihi os suum.” The tentacles of the chest obeyed his commands and moved you so your mouth was available to him. “Open, Topolina.”
You vowed to keep your mouth shut but it fell open in shock as the tentacle pushed into you, working with the other to stretch your two holes wide for their pleasure. Secondo in the meantime had freed his pierced cock from its confines and laid the tip of it on your tongue.
“Fai la brava ragazzina e succhia il cazzo del tuo papa.” He snatched the veil off your head, grabbing a fistful of hair.
The stretch of the chest filling you was so delicious that you obediently closed your lips around his thick cock, hollowing your cheeks and curling your tongue for his pleasure. The tentacle continued to push, stretching the muscles of your walls until it bumped up against your cervix. You bristled in surprise, but soon the tentacle was oozing the same substance that had made your clit and asshole feel so good.
Secondo slowly rocked his hips forward, guiding your mouth down his length. "Topolina, I am assuming you do not know what this is, or you would not have opened it. It is a mimic chest. It looks like any other ordinary chest, but it is a monster. I brought it back from a trip to Turkey once. You are the only sibling or ghoul foolish enough to try to open it. It has been 15 years since it was last opened, which is not good for you."
You looked up through your eyelashes, watching as his face creased in the pleasure he was taking from your mouth. A worry flushed your system only momentarily at his words, before the tendril from before resumed its latch on your clit, making you moan anew with a mouthful of cock.
“Mimic chests tend to lay dormant for two years before the need to breed takes over them. This one is 13 years overdue,” he grunted, pushing farther into your mouth. As the tip touched the back of your throat, you gagged. “Relax, topolina. Breathe.” A rough hand reached down and massaged the smooth column of your throat.
You focused your breathing through your nostrils as Secondo pushed down into your throat. Your eyes shut as you savored the feeling of being filled fully in all three holes like a slut. He gave a few short thrusts before pulling back, letting you breathe again. His piercings ran smoothly across your tongue, and you wondered how they would feel in place of the tentacle currently stuffing your pussy.
“I imagine it is getting close. I am not sure when you entered my office, but it usually fills its host quickly. Less time spent is less time to be caught and destroyed. Relax.”
You took a deep breath as he pushed down into your throat once more, groaning at the soft tightness. The appendages in your ass and pussy pumped in at a quicker pace and you knew they would be cumming soon. The tendrils on your clit and nipples rolled the bundles of nerves, encouraging you closer and closer to the edge with everything filling you. When Secondo pulled back again, you breathed out a heavy groan as you felt your climax approaching.
“Once more, topolina,” Secondo hissed as he pushed back down into your throat. A dozen of brutal thrusts later, and you felt his cock kick and spill his seed into your stomach. “È una brava puttana. Prendi tutto lo sborra di papa. Questo è quello che ti meriti, ladro: essere usato come un cassonetto di sborra.”
Satisfied, he pulled out, offering you the tip. “Sii una brava ragazza. Give it a kiss.” The wretched smile on his face made you want to bite it, but you remembered the chest’s dislike for loud harsh noises. You kissed the tip, taking the last drop of cum between your lips, flicking your tongue out to taste the saltiness. “Sei davvero una sgualdrina.” He slapped his cock on your cheek three times, before stuffing it back in his pants.
The appendages fucking your pussy and ass stuttered in their pace and soon you could feel the hot cum filling you inside. The fat tentacle that stretched your cunt pushed all the way against your cervix as the tendril on your clit sent you tumbling over the edge. The contractions were shorter, the muscles being so stretched out as they gripped the tentacle, trying to force it out. Instead, it pushed harder and you felt your womb flood with its seed. A different, thicker substance filled your cunt before it pulled out. Strangely you felt none of the seed spill down your legs when it pulled out. “What did it just do to me?”
“It has plugged you for optimal breeding chances. Usually, it wears off within a few hours, but because this one has laid dormant for so long, who is to say? It might take weeks.” He refastened his pants and threaded his belt back through them. “You do not have to worry about getting pregnant, our species is incompatible, but I suppose you will get to enjoy the feeling of it moving around in you.” He pulled you up from the box, closing and locking the lid once more.
“If you would like something to cover you, I have an alb in that closet over there,” he said, pointing to a pair of bi-folding doors. As you walked over to them, you could feel what he was talking about as the liquid sloshed within you with every step. You took a black alb, much too big, and threw it over your naked form. As you turned to face him, he slipped the knife back into the cabinet drawer.
“Aren’t you afraid that I’ll come back and steal it again?” you said, biting your lip.
Shutting the drawer, Secondo made his way back over to you, stopping so he towered over your shoulder. You looked up and saw the knowing look in his eyes as he brought his gloved hand to rest on your lower abdomen. You shifted under his gaze and felt it slosh once more. “Why would I be afraid of that when you already got your wish?” He patted your stomach a few times before heading toward the door. “Have a good rest of your day, topolina. You learned a hard but fulfilling lesson.”