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You have been close with Papa since he was a hardworking Cardinal. First, as friends. You were often in the dining hall for chores, and noticed the man sitting alone with a mug or a small plate to enjoy on more than one occasion. You, being the social butterfly you had always been, would pass by and greet him as you wiped down tables and swept. He was always happy to offer the same kindness, and you found yourself taking small breaks across from him on days you found him snacking. He was quite handsome, the goofy jokes and lighthearted kindness a stark contrast to his black, sunken paints. You were instantly charmed.
Those odd eating times made much more sense one day, when you were free of duties and went to check out some books in the library. There, the Cardinal was tucked away at an empty table, documents spread out corner-to-corner. He was fussing over financials and overdue paperwork that Terzo simply chose to pawn on him. No wonder the man didn’t have a routine– he was neck-deep in papal work that wasn’t even his. So, you stepped up to the table and quietly offered some help, not wanting to spook him out of his laser focus.
While you expected rejection, you were beyond delighted when he pulled out the empty chair beside him.
“Oh please, sorella ,” Copia practically whined. “You are far too kind to these old bones. Please, sit, sit!” He probably just wanted some company (which you were also happy to oblige), but you began catching on to some of the answers the paperwork needed, and suggested them to the Cardinal. It wasn’t long after that day that he wanted you as his personal assistant, pleading to Sister Imperator that your duties become aligned with his. Again, when you expected rejection, you received a small hum of approval.
“An extra set of hands will certainly keep him on track,” she had said. You both beamed.
And she was right… at least at first. But with extra time together, those extra sets of hands began to grow bolder. Began to linger on red cassocked knees, or squeeze tense shoulders. And the Cardinal’s found inspiration in yours, gloved hands roaming plump curves at many opportunities. And to your sudden, immeasurable delight, the man you had been catching glimpses of months ago was now curled up with you almost every night. Either in his chambers, or yours, you were attached at the hip. It was wonderful.
And even when Copia was promoted into the fourth iteration of the Emeritus line, nothing between you ever wavered. If anything, the privacy of an office, rather than a shared library space with other siblings, added fuel to the fire. There was just one thing.
While you indulged in many nights of heavy petting with your new Papa, and have since his Cardinal days, you never ventured below the belt. At least, not for yourself. You fulfill one another emotionally, but when it comes to salacious acts, it’s more in Copia’s favor– and not by his choice. Whenever he offered (and at some points even begged ) to make you come, you would wordlessly decline by beginning aftercare-fueled kisses, cuddles, or massages in places he had been tied up or bound. You had never let him, as they say, “slide home”, though you thought about it often. Very often, in fact. Nights alone were usually met with a wandering hand and the thought of Copia stretching you, filling you. But, since childhood, you harbored a lot of self-doubt. Often comparing yourself to others, those who didn’t have a round face, or a stomach outline in fitted clothing. And even now, in the ministry, you often wore big knits and shapewear to hide the imperfections. In uniform, where it was a little harder to hide your insecurities, you would pull at the front of your robes where it would otherwise cling to soft flesh.
You knew, in the very depths of your heart, Copia wouldn’t give a single shit what you looked like. On the contrary, you were often peppered in gentle compliments throughout your days with him. He just wanted you laid bare under him, enjoying yourself for once. And, like the cunning, ever-thinking man that Copia was, he had finally brainstormed a plan that just might work. But not without some more helping hands. Two of your other favorites, to be exact.
“ Tesoro ,” Copia’s playful tone pulled you away from the messy bookshelf you had been tidying. “If you don’t mind, I would like to try something.” Your eyes met his, to offer your full attention, and your eyebrows raised. The look he gave was just as coquettish as he had sounded, and you suddenly felt your stomach flutter with excitement.
“What do you mean, Papa?” you asked, interest clearly piqued. You watched as he stood and waltzed over to you, taking a hand in his seamlessly. You couldn’t help but smile, watching as his skull paint stretched into a warm smile. A small kiss was placed on your knuckle. Ever the gentleman.
“You know, those lovely nights when I have your hands all over me,” he began, and you wordlessly nodded, immediately fixated. You loved when he spoke. “And you can’t help yourself to my, eh… devilish flesh, yes?” The very slight pun pulled a laugh from you, and he winked. “I cannot begin to describe how amazing you make me feel. Like I could move mountains, dolcezza . The ground beneath me but a shell that could break with my very hands.” His gaze slightly, but poignantly, hardened, making you tense up. “And you know how all those nights end, right cara ?” He pulled you slightly closer by the hand, stretching your arm out. He placed a kiss on your forearm. “I’m always satisfied.”
Then to the crook of your elbow.
“While you.” Your bicep,
“Remain.” Shoulder, and finally,
“Untouched.” The juncture where your shoulder and neck meet. You watched, focused, with each kiss, before letting out a small gasp at the last. You felt his smile against your exposed skin, having forgone your habit for a loose sweater and jeans today. You almost melted into his embrace, having snaked his free arm around you during his little performance. But, he had spoken to you, and expected a response.
“I am very aware, Papa,” you acknowledged, curling a hand into his soft gelled hair at the nape of his neck. He purred, and you shivered. “But I find the most joy in seeing you unravel and give into your release.” He pulled his head back.
“You can enjoy that and also unravel yourself, si ?” he asked, pressing another kiss just below your earlobe. You leaned into it and bit your lip.
“I-I guess, but–” you began, but a kiss to your cheek pulled the rest of the words out in a comfortable hum.
“Why do you not let me return the favor, cuore mia ?” Copia’s voice whispered, the timbre giving you chills. “I would love nothing more than to make you scream for me, make me worship you like the goddess you are.” His words sent your blood south so fast, it was almost dizzying. You clenched your thighs together, for a brief respite, and Copia smiled at the progress he’s made. Still, as expected, you push back.
“I’m sorry, Papa,” you’re quiet, almost shameful. He noticed that too, and it tugs heavy on his heart. “I just… don’t think I–” He cut you off again, before you could say anything about yourself that he absolutely didn’t want to hear.
“That simply won’t do,” he announced proudly, pulling away from you, but not going too far. To help lift your spirits, he smiled warmly again. And it did put you at ease. You had worried about ruining the mood, possibly angering him with your deflections. “Perhaps you need more convincing, il mio dolce ?” The words started to register, and you paused.
“What… Do you mean, Papa?” you had asked for a second time, nothing becoming clearer. He chuckled, and you cocked your head. ‘ Like a curious puppy’ he thought.
“How about you meet me in my quarters tonight, after supper, hm?” he asked, stepping close to you once more and closing around you. His hug was tight, sincere, and brought peace to your confusion. “I promise, it’ll be a lot of fun. And very enjoyable.” From what you gathered, he wanted to focus on your pleasure, and had a plan for it. And while that thought made you more nervous than anything in your time together, you knew it would make Copia happy. If he was putting this much thought into this, then it must really matter to him. The thought that you mattered that much to anyone at all , let alone the man who you adored most in this entire world, was enough to make your resolve weaken a little.
“I trust you,” you replied, squeezing him tighter. Your response made him do the same, a big, stupid smile on his lips again. “I trust you with my life. The least I can do is trust you with this.”
“ Brava ragazza ,” Copia praised, and your knees buckled. That one was your favorite. “I can’t wait.”
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Dinner was here and gone before you knew it, and it sent another thrill up your spine. Copia made it a point to eat separately, encouraging you to take your time after your meal to get ready however you saw fit. So, you had picked out your favorite, comfy pieces: a matching bra and underwear in your favorite color underneath a soft, satin slip Copia had bought you as a birthday present. Despite your dysmorphia, you found it flattering, hugging in just the right places and loose in the places you desired. It was a little short, though, so you threw on a robe before stepping out of your room. There was still a stir of the evening activities and chores, but they were far down the corridors, leaving you free to take your time heading to Copia’s room. As you walked, you started overthinking again. Par for the course.
‘What if he hates what he sees?’ ‘What if I don’t feel good to fuck?’ ‘What if–’ The nagging was tumultuous, and it was ruining your excitement. You were excited, you realized, and that making Copia happy was still the goal. If this was going to bring him that, you had to try.
You arrived at his door, and with a gentle knock, you heard your anti-pope beckon you in with a sing-songy voice. You smiled and let yourself in, only to stop dead in your tracks once you were inside.
The room was a familiar setting; candles in every dark corner, warming the room, the smell of freshly laundered linen mixed with a decadent, heady cologne Copia wore almost every day. Next to his familiar bed, a box with all kinds of preparation materials, toys, and cleansing tools sat ready. The man himself, wrapped in a robe as well, took your hand and led you further in. But that’s not what stunned you.
What stunned you was Aether locking the door.
“I… I, uhm…” you were immediately a stuttering mess, making the other two chuckle, Aether’s rumbling louder than Copia’s. “D-Did I come at a bad time?”
“No, not at all, cara mia ,” Copia replied, sliding against you. Aether, while still keeping his distance, stepped closer as well. You noticed his tail cutting the air behind him, flicking with excitement. It sent a shiver through you. You started catching on, but needed a solid answer.
“So, is he…?” The unfinished half was implied, and Copia nodded slowly, caging your chin with his pointer and thumb.
“Remember how I said you could use a little more convincing?” he asked, calling back to your conversation during work hours. You swallowed hard and affirmed wordlessly. “Well, who better than to elevate the word of your Papa than with one of his most loyal ghouls, si ?” As he’s mentioned, you turned back to look at Aether again. Though still in his helmet, his glamour had faded a lot. You saw his short, blunt claws curled around his hips, his exposed mouth smiling with fangs. When his forked tongue lolled out, and glided along the front of the pearly whites, you couldn’t hold back the moan it knocked from your lungs.
Copia was your favorite, and to whom you were most devoted. But, you were still a Sister of Sin. It was of the highest importance that you indulged with others in all carnal delights. Copia, now being a Papa, had it as an expectation. To pleasure the sisters and brothers that so devoutly followed his word, and you could not fault him for that. In fact, it brought you immense joy to know that he was making so many members of the ministry undeniably happy and sated, while in turn pleasing the Olde One. But, at the end of every day, he still preferred to fall asleep next to you. You jealously kept that joy tucked snugly in your heart.
You had noticed very attractive siblings along with you during mass, meals, and duties. But, your self-doubt seated them comfortably as dear friends. And the previous Papas? They were all so handsome, so divine and hellish in every way imaginable, that they just… were beyond your approach. You could never touch something so unholy, so perfect. This had nothing to do with you being so, painfully biased towards your just-as-devilishly handsome, current Papa… of course not!
So, if you weren’t turning to others in the congregation, nor the previous, powerful members of the clergy, then who were you to share your sinful joys with?
Why, the ghouls, of course.
While titillating in their existence, the knowledge of their under-wordly powers had kept you a healthy distance away. You always spotted them with previous Papas, or Sister Imperator. They were patrolling sanctioned parts of the church, or standing guard when a Papa gave a sermon. They were also the occasional conversation piece for a sibling after they had a heated night together with one. But, once Copia had become Papa, they were at his beck and call. And now at the helm of the “Ghost Project”, he had a set team of ghouls to play instruments during the rituals. Being as close as you were to him, you were suddenly caught in the sinful crossfire.
Copia had his fair share of quickies with his new bandmates, and actually had given you some advice on what each liked or preferred in bed. So, when you found yourself in the rehearsal room after practices, you would sheepishly approach each one, one by one, to see if any of them had been interested. Flatteringly, all of them seemed more than willing to fuck around and have some fun with you.
While the humans of the ministry all looked different, just like the ghouls, the demons were beings from Hell. They could choose how they looked, manifesting it however they saw fit. Down to their very shoe size. Humans had to diet, exercise, eat ungodly amounts, or even surgically change their appearance to fit their mind’s eye. Ghouls could just snap and become their perfect human form. So for them to cover the entire spectrum of heights, sizes, and builds filled you with awe.
All of the ghouls had taken their turns spending time with you– some of it sexual, some of it intimate with no sex, and some of it just plain casual and laid back. Just like with Copia, you had set a hard limit on how much you wanted to undress and be touched. And while all of them respected that without question, some were disappointed and, like their boss, wanted to reciprocate. One guitarist in particular almost broke your resolve with his saccharine sweet words and overstimulated begging. You were so smitten by Aether that you couldn’t help but ask to spend more time with him, whether it be sexual or not. His strong, yet supple build was intoxicating. Despite Copia’s slender figure, he had a bit of a tummy. And Satanas , you loved his chub more than words could express. But Aether chose to be soft, to have the give he had. The mix between two beings you adored being so physically opposite was so enticing.
When Copia asked whom you favored, you told him. But it was in passing, and thought he’d forget. Clearly, he hadn’t. And while keeping that little tidbit about you was thoughtful, in this moment, it felt like he had caught you with your pants down.
“We both see how willing you are to serve, to give all of your energy to whomever is on your receiving end,” Copia kissed your wrist as he continued. “We know better than anyone in this ministry. And, if you are willing, we would both love to repay that kindness ten-fold.” With the suggestion, Aether closed the gap between you, his hands immediately latched onto your thighs. He slotted himself perfectly against you, an undeniable hardness pressed to your behind. You gasped and he leaned down to whisper,
“A hundred-fold, even.”
Your head was practically underwater, senses blurred with equal parts exhilaration and worry. You had been in your head all day about impressing Copia, knowing he wanted you at your most honest. Most vulnerable. But now to be exposed to both him and Aether? You couldn’t find words. But that low, delicious hum of excitement was still definitely there. It swept around in your chest like a gentle, rolling tide.
As if sensing your uneasiness, Copia pulled your chin to face him. His hooded gaze was so kind, like he could read your thoughts.
“We don’t have to do this, cara ,” he said. No malice, no disappointment in his voice. “I know we’re asking you to do a lot right now.” Aether followed, his voice still a gentle whisper.
“If it’s not your speed, I’ll bounce and then you two can–”
“ NO! ” your voice startled you, turning to look over your shoulder at the taller ghoul. The same hum of excitement rammed into your lungs with the possibility that Aether would leave. And right now, it had taken over completely. The ghoul had shot back with your response, but immediately placed himself back where he now knew you wanted him. Copia chuckled in front of you. “I… I think I do want this.” You took a breath, knowing you were safe. This is the safest you’ve ever felt. “No, I know I want this. A lot.” Aether’s tail flicked excitedly behind him, and he leaned down again.
“That’s my girl,” he growled, and you were so thankful he had his hands on you. Had he not, you’d be on the floor.
“ Brava ragazza ,” Copia parroted in your other ear, and you whimpered loudly.
“Guys, please,” you begged. Was it for mercy or for them to continue? You weren’t sure. The man in front of you stepped away, nodding towards his bed.
“Why don’t we get more comfortable?” he suggested, gesturing to Aether’s head piece. He grinned and suddenly you were in the air. You yelped, and before you could protest, the ghoul took a big step forward and launched you onto the elegant four poster bed. You landed on your back with a bounce, squarely in the center. When you got your whits about you, you lifted up into a seated position to watch Aether pull off his helmet and haphazardly toss it somewhere. Now in full view, his pointed ears twitched with their freedom. He ran a hand through his long, flattened faux-hawk, bringing it back to life. He smiled again, winking at you. You exhaled hard.
“Soooo much better,” he cooed, taking steps towards the foot of the bed while unbuttoning his shirt. You also noticed Copia starting to take off his robe. You threw both hands in the air.
“Wait!” you commanded, and they both froze in place. Both flattered by their attention to you and the excitement of being in control, you smile. “May I? Please?” The men turned to one another and, while trading a smile of their own, left the clothes where they were and climbed onto the bed with you.
“It would be my pleasure, tesoro ,” Copia said, sliding on the velvet duvet until you were in arm’s reach. You immediately reached for the belt of the robe and, like a kid on Christmas morning, unwrapped your present. You were greeted with your lover’s finest birthday suit, and you bit your lip at the sight. You anticipated maybe some underwear or light sleepwear, but he was having none of that. With his half-hard cock now free, the man sighed and gently threw his head back. Aether, climbing up right behind him, caught Copia’s head on his strong shoulder.
“Always a sight for sore eyes, boss,” the ghoul purred, helping himself to the back of Copia’s robe and yanking it off the rest of the way. You watched as claws roamed down pale, freckled thighs, lightly scratching and leaving goosebumps in their wake. Copia crooned and leaned more of his weight back on Aether, inviting the worship. Aether was just like you with pleasure; always the partner first. He craved to watch the other person bend and meld to what he had to offer. And, if you were being honest, this was quite a spectacle, and you had no intention of interrupting. Sharp lavender eyes met yours as a gentle bite was laid on Copia’s ear.
“Why don’t we show her what we did before she arrived, Papa?” Aether asked, hands meeting the other’s hips again. With a sharp nod, Copia braced himself as he was lifted, just like you, and turned to face his bandmate. In the same breath, Aether’s hands were on Copia’s shoulders, shoving him down to his elbows on the bed. Right in your line of sight was a pretty ruby plug. Not small at all, you thought, and perfectly filling him. You took a sharp breath at the same time as your Papa, who had clenched a bit around it in excitement of its reveal. You were suddenly aware of how warm you felt, your underwear constricting under the now too-hot robe. But, you waited, eagerly anticipating Aether to continue. Sure enough, his arm reached over the length of Copia’s back, flicking the stainless steel around the gem. Pursed lips couldn’t stop Copia’s moan as he arched his back.
“ Amore mioooo ,” Papa sang, sending another shock of arousal down to your groin. You could listen to him like this for hours, never growing tired. But, you turned to Aether, who was still far too dressed. A gentle “come hither” finger with a playful smile had the ghoul scrambling up into your lap.
And finally, you got your first taste of him of the night, tongue shamelessly slipping between your lips. You happily parted, taking shallow breaths as you pulled on his collar. With hands firmly planted on either side of you, it was easy to unbutton the rest of his shirt and pull it free from the waistband of his jeans. The ghost-like sensation alone was enough to get him moaning in your mouth, the friction against his stomach so teasing. You smiled against his lips and tugged on his belt loops. Parting with a sigh, Aether straightened up and nearly ripped his open shirt from his shoulder, discarding it. He made quick work of his denim, pulling his underwear with it in one fell swoop. He fell to his back to pull the clothing from his hips, and Copia found an opening to attack. All at once, his hands were massaging Aether’s chest as he kissed the panting ghoul. You, not wanting him distracted, relieved Aether of the rest of his clothes.
Both now laid bare, you watched as the men fondled, squeezed, and scratched any and all skin they could reach. You resisted the undeniable urge to grab Aether’s cock, or push the heel of your palm to Copia’s plug. Both of which were just inches away. You felt compelled to just witness until told otherwise. Aether, with his ridiculous strength and comfort in throwing you humans around, grabbed Copia once again. Now sitting up, he plopped the human right on his lap, cocks lined up. And they were both facing you once more, their labored breathing matching yours. You didn’t realize you had been rubbing your thighs together, in a vain attempt to relieve some ache.
“Doing okay, dolcezza ?” Copia managed to ask, checking in. He knew this evening was meant to pamper you, to please you. But, he had a sneaking suspicion that seeing the two objects of your affection going at it would tickle a fantasy you had never touched. And he couldn’t be any more right. The little show the boys put on was better than any daydream you could have pieced together. You were so lucky.
“Fuck,” you responded, making the other two smile. “More than okay.” You, surprisingly, let a hand wander as you sat across from the men. Legs spreading, you rubbed against your clothed, soaking cunt. Aether raised an eyebrow and Copia sucked in his bottom lip. Both totally invested. And while you felt the self-conscious flareup coming like a freight train, you also felt incredibly sexy . The desire in your onlookers was palpable. Not that it ever wasn’t; they always desired you, and made it very known. But for both to be present simultaneously, and lay it on thick with their unwavering stares and twitching arousals, was enough for the voices to take a back seat for a second. And shit , your hand has never felt this good.
Both Aether and Copia moaned your name, in a delicious tandem, that made you buck up into your own touch. You closed your eyes for a moment, zap after zap of pleasure tickling your senses. You felt even more bold, pushing your panties to the side and finally revealing yourself to your lovers. They both rumbled with hellish moans, desperate to be your fingers as they rubbed your folds. The sound was absolutely filthy, arousal coating your fingers from this alone. You moaned quietly, covering your mouth with your other hand. God forbid someone walked by and heard you–
“Don’t you dare,” Copia demanded, making your eyes dart to him. The panic was brief, but immediate, thinking you had fucked up. “Put your hand down, amore mio . Fill this room with how fucking pretty you sing.” He had never demanded anything from you before, and you thought you would black out right then and there from his sinful tone. Instead, you did exactly as you were told, lowering your hand to curl against your collarbone instead. Your busy fingers passed your pussy one, two, three delectable more times before you pulled your hand away. You felt unbelievably gorgeous when the two watching audibly groaned at the loss of your hand, as if it had been on them instead. Then, an idea struck. You shuffled over to them on your knees, taller in this position than they were sitting. You smiled, and held up your used hand.
“I was wondering if–” you didn’t even get a chance to finish before Copia’s hand snatched your wrist tightly, yanking your fingers into his face and you into his lap. You were suddenly very worried that you had been crushing either of them, having essentially dog-piled on top. You couldn’t be bothered with the thought much longer, though, when your index finger was pulled in by your Papa’s tongue. Like a man starved, he sucked your arousal clean from your digit. He looked absolutely blissed out, eyes wound shut as he laved you. You felt his cock jump against you as you watched completely rapt. Aether too.
“You better not keep all that for yourself,” the ghoul warned. It was a few more seconds before Copia pulled away with a deliberate hum, and you keened at the sound. No sooner was he finished that Aether swooped in and took your middle finger. This time, his eyes stayed wide open. He kept you locked with him for what felt like a glorious century. His tongue wrapped around the flesh like a candy, and his sounds were intended. He moaned and vibrated against your finger so deeply, it tingled your palm. Copia took the opportunity of your arm crossed over him to place calculated kisses along your wrist and forearm. When Aether winked, you whimpered and chewed your bottom lip.
When they finally pulled away, freeing you, you leaned back to take them both in. Both flush, panting, and needier than ever underneath you. You found yourself not too far off.
“So proud of you, tesoro. Bravissima ,” Copia praised, caressing your sides and squeezing proudly at your clothed hips. Aether reached out and stroked your cheek, and you leaned into it.
“So good for us,” Aether added, making you more flush than you already were. “Can we keep going?” So sweet for them to check in with you. You really had pushed yourself quite a bit already. You nodded and smiled deviously at the pair.
“I would love to,” you replied, scooting back. “But I would love it even more to watch you two just a little longer. Is that okay?” Despite being in this moment with two completely debauched members of the clergy, you couldn’t find it in your heart to demand what you wanted. The gentle questions came easier. Copia followed you and kissed you deeply. Your taste was still on his tongue and it was thrilling.
“So polite, mia dolce ,” he whispered, keeping your focus. “I knew this would tantalize you. I would love nothing more than to indulge you.” His composure was suave until a large hand grabbed his cock, and he sucked in a gasp. Aether rested his head on Copia’s shoulder.
“Get comfy, doll,” Aether purred, watching you inch further up on the bed. Again, he pressed on his boss’s back, between the shoulder blades, and down onto the bed. “And let’s get this out of you.” With the suggestion, his fingers found the plug inside Copia’s ass. But, instead of pulling it out right away, he grabbed on to the gem and twisted gently. The new sensation made Copia yelp and his eyes screwed shut. You watched with bated breath as the larger ghoul leaned down, kissing and lapping at the flesh around his Papa’s tailbone as the plug spun slowly inside him. He whimpered and moaned into his blankets, and you couldn’t stop the praise that bubbled up in your chest.
“Such a good Papa,” you breathed. Between his legs, you saw his cock jump and his hooded eyes look up at you. “So good to me. To us. How lucky am I to see you so fucking ruined?” His response was a nasty, almost pornographic moan, and you bit your lip to contain your excitement. After all the teasing, Aether finally pulled the toy free from the man below. The sound he made was soft, knowing he must have been clenching around nothing with the loss. Your thighs pressed together tightly again as the guitarist grabbed some lube from the waiting box of supplies at the bedside. Popping the cap, he squeezed a very liberal amount in his hand, slathering it on his now aching and neglected length. The excess dripped to the duvet below. With another squeeze of the bottle, a hefty glob ran down the cleft of Copia’s ass, and he sucked in through his teeth at how cool it was to his searing hot skin. Aether rubbed gentle circles around and into his opening before lining up quickly.
“Blink, and you’ll miss it,” Aether announced, and before you knew it, he bottomed out into the other man with a jolt. You and Copia both moaned, but his was far louder and more carnal. Aether’s claws dug into Copia’s soft love handles, and you couldn’t sit still anymore. You crawled back towards the two, lifting to your knees and kissing Aether with a sinful lead. He choked on his breath at the boldness, and you cupped his jaw as you swirled his tongue with yours. You didn’t realize how close Copia was to, what he would argue was, the prize of the evening. But you quickly found out when he weaseled between the flaps of your robe and nestled his stoutly Roman nose to your clothed cunt. You gasped and rocked into the sensation. Before any doubt or unease could stop you, a hand lifted from Copia’s hip and grabbed the back of your neck, keeping you locked to the culprit. Copia couldn’t get too far, needing his hands planted firmly to withstand Aether’s thrusts. So he settled for nuzzling you like a needy animal, breathing you in.
But, you wanted your show to continue. You still weren’t quite ready for the attention to be on you, though you were coming around rather quickly. You slid your hands from the ghoul’s jaw to his hips, jolting him forward before the position made you topple over onto your pope. The response was immaculate, both men groaning with the delicious friction. You pushed on Aether to right yourself, successfully making him pull out of Copia until just the head of his cock was inside. With one motion, you were back on your ass, sitting, with Copia level to your chest. You crooned as Aether got the idea, and began to thrust into his waiting partner. They were slow, but so harsh, jolting the older man forward as strong thighs met his ass. With every push, a moan drew from Copia, quick and needy.
“P-Please, amore mio ,” he managed to speak, thrusts growing quicker. “M-May I see you? I want it so– ah! –so badly.” He made it very clear that he wanted the robe off. It meant shedding another layer of protection. It reminded you that neither of your partners had seen less than a nightie on your body. Always covering your stomach, your hips, your rolls and cellulite. But, didn’t they just have your pussy-soaked hand in their mouths not moments ago? Though you hesitated, you grabbed the belt tied around your front. You took a deep breath, and loosened it, letting it fall completely open. And with another confident thought, you pulled the silk slip up over your head too. With all but your underwear-clad self on full display, you tore the outer layers from yourself before you could second guess anything, and threw them out of arm’s reach. You registered Aether’s sound first, his rumble of approval vibrating the air you breathed.
“Fuck, what a pretty sight,” he admired, making your entire face burn with the compliment. “It’s been worth the wait.” You turned to your first love, who was absolutely staring. He swallowed around a moan as Aether slowed, giving him a chance to say something. He took a moment, and you held your breath. Then,
“ Bellissima, bellissima , ” Copia softly said, reaching out to squeeze your side with a shaky hand. “ Cuore mia , you are absolutely everything .” You had to find a way to stop him before you were brought to tears by his kindness. Thankfully, his bandmate caught on.
“Get your fill, Papa,” he growled, and suddenly jerked his hips forward. The force launched Copia off of the arm he was propped on, and into your soft, waiting chest. His chin planted firmly between each breast, and you gasped, cradling him at the shoulders before his face planted into your lap. “Worship those tits for me.” His thrusts were unrelenting now, and while Copia was practically cock-drunk, he was a great multi-tasker. He gripped your thighs for purchase and pushed up, kissing and nipping at all of your exposed flesh. You keened and held the back of his head, massaging your fingers through gray tresses. Every pinch, suck, and stroke of his tongue had you grinding into the bed below you. You felt absolutely euphoric. And as he moaned into your skin, both from Aether’s pace and finally getting this much of you, you arched your back. You were craving more, desperate for more of Copia on you. In you.
“F-Fuck, Papaaaa,” you whined, pulling him from his busy work and onto your waiting lips. His hands, with their full weight still on your thighs, squeezed the doughy flesh. You hoped there would be bruises come morning. Aether leaned over Copia’s back and, with another deep thrust, growled in Copia’s ear and loud enough for it to reach yours.
“N-Not gonna last,” he warned, breath heaving and telling of his impending orgasm. “We’re gonna go up.” Breaking away from the panting pope, you stared at Aether, confused. Then, he gripped Copia’s thighs again, keeping him close, and moved backwards. His clawed feet hit the floor, and Copia was suddenly vertical with him as Aether stood.
With the help of gravity, his cock was practically choked out by how deep he was in Copia. The smaller man gasped and, while locking his arms behind Aether’s head for support, threw his own against the ghoul’s chest with a shout. His cock, a dark and angry red, dribbled deliciously between his legs. And Aether bounced him. With insane upper body strength he has proved over and over again tonight, he made Copia ride his cock with wild abandon. Your sweet Papa was practically sobbing now, and how could you possibly remember anything else but this moment? You quickly crawled to the edge of the bed and watched, completely enthralled.
“Fucking hell,” you breathed, feeling the tightness in your gut burn at a fever pitch. The sounds of skin on skin, of wet and frictionless slapping, was doing wonders for you. Copia’s face was twisted up with his moans and cries. Aether’s eyes were closed so tightly, focusing on bringing his partner to the edge with him. The blankets underneath you provided little comfort as you rutted against them. You felt like a horny teenager and you didn’t fucking care. You wanted to touch them so badly .
“P-Please,” you stuttered, and two pairs of eyes fixed on you. You reached out and inched closer. “May I please–?” You sounded so pathetic, and it made your lovers groan hoarsely.
“You never have to ask, baby doll,” Aether growled, closing the distance. Your hands immediately gripped Aether’s outer thighs and finally, finally , your mouth was around Copia’s swollen cock. And you sucked like your life depended on it.
“ Oh merda, troppo, troppo! ” Copia had tears welling in his eyes as his native tongue went berserk. You didn’t dare look away, and neither did Aether. His chin was planted on Copia’s shoulder, and sweat was rolling down his temples. “ Tesoro, per favore! Sono vicino, così vicinooo. ” You could gather that they both were close now, and you desperately wanted them to come together. So, as you hollowed your cheeks around Copia, a free hand moved from the ghoul’s leg and to his swollen, drawn balls. Aether sucked in through his teeth, getting the final push he needed. He drained into Copia, your hand practically milking Aether of everything he had. He gave one more, hard thrust, and your Papa soon followed. He howled, his hands finding your head and holding you in place as you sucked him through his orgasm. You took every bit happily, and didn’t pull away from either until they both whined from overstimulation.
With a gentle ‘pop’ of your lips and a loving squeeze to the demon’s thigh, you moved away to give them both a chance to retreat back to the mattress. As Aether pulled out of Copia, all three of you moaned in unison as the spend dripped from the smaller man. He was laid near the head of the bed and you felt Aether climb on after. You busied yourself with grabbing the hand towels folded up and a bottle of water from the bedside. You turned to both, expecting them to be completely spent. And while they were blissed out, practically glowing, they had their eyes trained on you. Copia inched closer on his side while Aether did the same sitting up, cross-legged. Both grabbed your exposed leg, reminding you of your aching need between your legs.
“That was amazing,” you said, offering both the warmest smile you could muster. “Thank you for giving me such a fabulous show.” They frowned, looking at each other.
“Why are you thanking us?” Aether replied, leaning in close to you. “We were the ones that came.” You suddenly remembered what this night was for, and you couldn’t help but feel like you were in trouble. You didn’t come with them, like they probably wanted, and your chest tightened. You suddenly drew your arms in close, trying to hide, and looked away. Copia sat up and his fingers reached for your chin. He pulled you back to him, before your angry thoughts could catch up and eat you alive. Your name was so sweet, so delicate on his lips, that you snapped to attention. You were still safe. Aether was mad at himself, not you or Copia. You took a breath, steadying yourself. Your Papa noticed and smiled.
“ Brava ragazza, ” he whispered. “So good for us. You still find ways to spoil us, even when this was supposed to be about you.” He leaned in to steal a kiss, and you gladly let him. When he pulled away, Aether stole the next, tongue tickling the roof of your mouth. Your arousal quickly bloomed back to life, and you whined on Aether’s lips. He squeezed your thighs, massaging gentle claws into plump flesh. “If you would be so kind, we would still like to make that happen.” You pulled away and looked between the two, surprised.
“You’re not too tired? I can–” you began, but not-so-gentle claws now gripped you tight and pulled you forward, human hands guiding your top half onto the pillows below. All in, what felt like, a split second. You reveled at how synced they were in both movements and intentions. Copia, now lying next to you, caressed your cheek.
“Nonsense, dolcezza ,” he replied, playfully thumbing the small bow decorating the middle of your bra. “We’ve been looking forward to this all night. How could we be tired?” At the comment, Aether’s tail whapped the bed, unbelievably excited. His hands trailed up to your hips, fingers flexing around the elastic of your panties. You swallowed hard, the moment becoming very real again. But, instead of shying away, you felt this become easier. Easier to lift away from the bed and give Aether the chance to remove the barrier. And, like a flash of lightning, he did just that. They were soon balled up in his fist, and as you and Copia both watched, he lifted it to his nose and inhaled hard. You shivered as his deflated cock twitched. Not enough to damn the refractory, but more than enough to let you know he has been dying to do that.
“ Satanas , baby,” Aether said breathlessly, finally ditching the panties to the floor somewhere. You bit your lip and looked up at Copia, who had snaked a hand under you, pressed to the clips on your back. He wanted his turn. You arched your back, giving him room to remove it. As he undid it with practiced ease, and grabbed for your straps, you couldn’t stop yourself.
“I’m sorry if they’re not–” you were shushed with a blazing kiss.
“ Impossibile, ” Copia replied, not letting you finish but knowing what would have followed. He was going to drill it into your head that you were perfect in every way, if it killed him. And he would argue that it’d be the best way to go. As he lifted and tossed the garment to the floor with its pair, you were finally as exposed as them. And they just sat for a moment, admiring every inch you gave them. You willed your hands to stay at your sides. Because for the first time, since before you could remember, you felt stunning. Like you were meant to be here. You lifted your arms up, crossing them over your head, and the demon between your legs moaned around the drool pooling in his cheeks. Then, he was leaning up and grabbing the mounds of flesh, squeezing hard. You gasped and arched into the touch, before one hand was slapped away.
“Greedy bastard,” Copia teased, replacing one of Aether’s hands with his own and massaging. You squeaked into a moan. “There are two of us, you know.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Aether snarked back, smiling like an idiot. You sighed, comfortably squirming as the boys had their fill. The ghoul’s clawed hand was far bigger than your Papa’s, kneading your breast like a dough. Copia’s fingers tweaked at the nipple on his side, feeling the tiny shocks shoot all the way down to your toes. You keened and rubbed your thighs together again, seeking some stimulation. Not for long, though, as Aether slides onto his stomach, removing his hand and placing both symmetrically on your thighs. “Sorry. You must be dying, baby.” You pushed up on your elbows, eager to watch as your arousal soaked the blanket beneath you. Copia seamlessly moved to sit behind you, propping you up so both of you could enjoy the view.
“Ready, doll?” Aether asked, and you nodded. Slowly, Aether slid his tongue inside, and you couldn’t help the sound that was ripped from you. Better than anything you could have ever imagined, the ghoul pushed deeper and deeper with his underworldly skill. He explored every angle, every inch. You desperately tried to buck up, towards his mouth, but his gigantic hands held you down. You were going to take it how he saw fit, and it made you see stars.
“ Bellissima, ” Copia’s whisper was labored, trying to maintain his breathing as he watched you unravel in his lap. He tilted your head back, giving him a chance to kiss you. You returned it as best as you could, and he swallowed down every moan Aether wrung from you. Human hands wandered to your breasts again, massaging them equally and gently. A hand reached up to rest on top of your Papa’s, the other reaching down to hold onto one of Aether’s horns. The ghoul purred, unintentionally revealing an erogenous area as he managed to get his entire tongue inside. Your toes curled as the edge crept closer quickly. You nipped at Copia’s lower lip before breaking away, gasping for air around every thrum of pleasure.
“C-close,” you warned. “S-So– oh! –close!” Wanting to be a part of your orgasm, one of Copia’s hands slid down your body. Between your tits and plush tummy, the soft whispers of stretch marks against your pale, voluptuous curves, he settled on spreading his fingers on either side of your mound. His middle ghosted over your clit, and you keened. Then, he pressed oh, so gently, and you were gone. With gentle circles around the nub, paired with Aether’s enthusiastic grunts vibrating on his busy tongue, Copia pressed his cheek to yours as you came. Came harder than you ever had with just your hand, your thoughts, your fantasies. It lasted, you could’ve sworn was, an eternity. Aether lapped greedily at the spend. As you came down, you had to pathetically plead with sounds for your cunt to be freed from their attentions. It took half-assed nudges on the ghoul’s horns for him to finally take pity on you. He chuckled and sat up. From the bottom of his nose to his chin, he was soaked. He licked his lips and locked eyes with his boss.
“C’mere,” he commanded, and met Copia halfway as they kissed hard. It was sloppy, Copia wanting as much as Aether could offer of your cum. The final wave of arousal shot down your spine at the sight, and when they pulled apart, you were completely boneless. In a flash, you were sandwiched. Aether pulled and shifted you towards his chest, effectively spooning you. The front of his thighs cradled the back of yours, and his thunderous purr was the cherry on top. Copia laid facing you, an arm slung over both you and his bandmate, and the other bent under the pillow beneath his head. Your hands flew to his chest, squeezing at where his neck and shoulders met. You kissed him, languidly, and you felt Aether nuzzle into your nape, nibbling just as tiredly.
“Thank you,” you managed to get out, wiggling an arm around Copia’s middle and pulling him impossibly closer. “I’m so, so lucky.” And you meant it, with all your heart. Your self-esteem still needed some work. A whole lifetime of doubt couldn’t be undone with a single night. But, it was certainly a start.
“ Si , we could say the same,” Copia replied, planting a kiss between your eyes.
“We’re so fucking proud of you,” Aether’s voice was muffled, but with the affirmation right in your ear, you felt tears well up behind your eyes. “I bet this was a lot for you.”
“It was,” you confirmed. “But, with you two, it made it so much easier.” Your eyes felt heavy, and as you blinked the tears away, sleep felt imminent. “I love you so much.”
As the men both cooed the same in return, you all feel asleep tangled in one another.