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Meet me tonight, the note had read. I need to see you.
Though you had been seeing Nihil for a few months now, your heart still skipped a beat every time you read one of the notes he left for you. You were not the only Sister of Sin he was entangled with—the young antipope was known for his sexual appetite—but from what you could tell, you were the one he sought out the most. He called for you more often than the other Sisters, his notes handwritten with care, and he liked to leave little gifts for you whenever he could—some flowers here, some jewelry there. It made your fellow Sisters jealous, but it made you feel special.
You found yourself preoccupied by the thought of him all day, unable to focus during your duties. You were sure you knew the reason Nihil wanted to see you; in the morning, he would be leaving with the rest of the band, ready to kick off the new world tour. This tour would be the longest one yet for Ghost, and he would be gone for months. The thought of not seeing him for so long was painful, but you did your best not to let it consume you.
There was still tonight. And you would make it count.
That evening, once Black Mass had ended and you’d finished your chores, you headed straight for Nihil’s office, not bothering to change out of your habit; your time with him tonight was precious, and you intended to make the most of it. At the door to his office, you knocked three times. “Papa?” you called in, keeping your voice low. “I’ve come to see you.”
Only a few seconds later, the door opened, and Nihil appeared in the entryway. Your heart fluttered at the sight of him. He was free of his usual papal robes, wearing a loosely-buttoned black shirt and slacks instead, but his face remained painted like a skull; perhaps he hadn’t had time to wash off the makeup. The moment he noticed you, he grabbed you by the arm and pulled you inside the room.
Shutting the door behind you, he suddenly shoved you up against it and kissed you hard, stealing the air from your lungs. When he broke free, he was smirking. “There you are, lovely,” he purred. “You kept me waiting so long.”
“I-I’m sorry,” you stammered, still recovering from the kiss. “Sister Margaret had me lead prayer, and I—”
Nihil silenced you with another kiss, leaving you breathless once more when he pulled back. “Shhh, I don’t care about that, cara mia,” he murmured. “Just be with me now. I need you.”
You felt his hands at your waist, bunching up your dress to expose your tights beneath. He was quick to wrench them down along with your panties, wasting no time slipping one hand between your legs. You inhaled sharply when his finger brushed your entrance. “Not wet yet?” he said, pouting. “We’ll have to change that.”
You gasped as he began to rub your clit, using two fingers to circle the bud. “P-Papa—”
“Ah, ah, ah.” He waved one finger with his free hand. “Try again.”
You struggled to respond, a moan rising in your throat. “Daddy,” you corrected yourself.
“That’s better.” Nihil leaned in to suck your earlobe, continuing to stimulate your clit. “I need you nice and wet for me, darling. Let me in now, alright?”
You were helpless to his ministrations, only able to nod feebly. “Mm—mhm.”
At that moment, you felt one of his fingers breach your opening, sinking in easily thanks to the slick you’d begun to produce. You whined as he stroked your g-spot, keeping his thumb on your clit all the while. “That’s a good girl,” he cooed. “ That’s it. So wet for me.”
It was not long before a second finger joined the first, and you cried out as you were stretched open further, instinctively bucking against his hand. Nihil sank his teeth into your neck, sucking fiercely on your skin as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. Your heart raced; you could tell how desperate he was, eager to speed things along and get you ready for him. Was your time with him really so limited? Did he just want you badly? Or was it both?
You couldn’t think very hard about it, finding yourself dangerously close to cumming already. “D-Daddy,” you whimpered. “I’m—I’m close.”
Nihil let go of your neck, his breath hot on your ear. “No, no, not yet, angel,” he whispered. “I want you cumming around my cock tonight.”
You let out a pitiful cry when he pulled his fingers from you, watching as he popped them briefly into his mouth to taste them. He grinned. “Sweet as always,” he remarked before taking you by the shoulders and kissing you again.
You moaned into his mouth, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt as he too began to undress you. Your veil fell to the floor along with your habit, and Nihil swiftly did away with your undergarments. Before you could help remove his shirt, you were swept up into his arms and carried into the bedroom connecting to his office. Dropping you onto his bed, he quickly disposed of his remaining clothes, then crawled over you, pinning you down.
He kissed the spot between your neck and shoulder, breathing you in. “So lovely,” he murmured, positioning himself between your thighs. “I need you now. ”
You didn’t need to give him an answer. You spread your legs wider, giving him more room, and that was all the invitation he needed. Nihil brought the head of his cock to your entrance, then he was pushing all the way inside, sinking down deep. You mewled, clawing at his back as you adjusted to his size, and he laughed darkly. “Oh, that’s good,” he mumbled. “Good, good. ”
He began to thrust, and you arched your back, taking him in deeper. It hadn’t been long since you’d last had sex with him, but you’d missed this feeling of being full. It felt so good to feel whole, to be one with him. You hooked your heels behind his thighs and opened your mouth, moaning out freely. “ Daddy. ”
Nihil nipped at your neck. “Yes, amore,” he breathed. “Keep calling me that.”
Through your haze of lust, you remembered what the morning held for the two of you, and pain struck your heart. “Papa—I-I mean, Daddy,” you panted. “You’re—you’re leaving tomorrow. Right?”
Nihil made a low sound, halfway between annoyance and dismay at being reminded. “Yes,” he muttered. He brought his lips to your jaw, kissing along the side of it. “Don’t—don’t talk about that now, love. Just let me fuck you.”
He deepened his thrusts, pounding into you harder and faster, and you threw your head back with a wail. It was so good, too good. You knew you weren’t the only one he fucked, not even close, but right now, you could pretend that you were. You could believe you were more than just his lover—and in a way, weren’t you? He had chosen you to take to bed the night before he went on tour. That had to mean something, didn’t it?
You dug your nails into his back, giving in to him completely. “Daddy,” you moaned. “Please. Please. ” You weren’t sure what you were begging for—for him to stay and not go on tour, for him to fuck you, for him to love you.
Nihil’s breathing was ragged, his movements stuttering as he chased his pleasure. “Just a little more,” he groaned, face buried in your neck. “Just a little more now, sweetheart, that’s it.”
He hit your g-spot hard and you wailed loudly, tightening around him. You knew he was close, and so were you, your clit still tingling with the need for release. “Daddy,” you pleaded. “Make me cum. Please. ”
Nihil slowed down ever so slightly. “Mmm—what a good girl, asking so nicely,” he purred. “How much do you need it?”
“So much,” you begged, jutting your hips up into him. “Please. Please. ”
He growled, pleased. “Good, good,” he grunted. He picked up speed again, his lips quirking up into a smile when you cried out. “Oh, you’re so good for me, angel. You deserve a reward.”
He slipped his hand between your body and his, finding your clit and beginning to rub it like before. You couldn’t help but squeal, suddenly overwhelmed by the dual sensations of his fingers on your clit and his cock inside you. It was incredible. “Daddy,” you whined. “ Daddy. ”
“Yes, sweet girl,” he crooned. “Cum for me, just like that.”
You squirmed wildly beneath him, unable to control yourself. You needed more. You needed him, all of him. “Daddy, please, ” you mewled. “Give—give it to me.”
Nihil looked down at you, makeup smeared all over his face. “Cum for me,” he repeated, panting. “Cum now, love. I’m close.” There was a slight edge of sternness to his voice; he was growing impatient.
You knew what he wanted from you; he wanted you to cum first so he could pull out in time. The two of you rarely used condoms—Nihil claimed not to like the way they felt, and seemed to enjoy the risk of going without one. Despite that, however, he had never once cum inside you; you trusted him not to. He was so close now, at any moment he would have to pull out.
But there was a strange feeling inside you, an unfamiliar urge to throw caution to the wind. You thought about him leaving in the morning, about not getting to see him for months and months. It would feel like an eternity before you could feel him like this again, your bodies intertwined. You wanted this to be special. You wanted him to remember this, so that when he returned, he would want you more than anyone else.
“Cum inside me,” you blurted out.
Nihil stared down at you, taken aback. “What?”
“Cum inside me,” you said again. You were devastatingly close to your climax. Just a few more strokes, and you would be right there. “Daddy, please. ”
“I—” He faltered when you clenched around him, though he kept up his rhythm on your clit. “I—are you sure? Are—are you—”
“I’m safe,” you said quickly. “I’ve—I’ve taken medicines.” It was a flimsy answer, but right now, you couldn’t care less. You needed him to cum, more than anything. You grasped his shoulders, tugging at him desperately. “Please. Daddy. I—I need you.”
Nihil bit his lip, eyes clouded with lust. He wanted the same thing you did, just as badly. When you tightened on him again, he released a strangled moan, and any lingering hesitation vanished at once from his expression. His fingers began to work you faster. “Yes,” he gasped. “Yes—cum for me now, my sweet— now. ”
You weren’t sure if it was the urgency in his voice, or his sweaty, paint-smudged face, or his delicious assault on your clit, but you were coming undone for him just then, doing exactly as he ordered. You came with a high-pitched cry, spasming uncontrollably and gripping his cock so hard you could have been trying to choke it. It took only seconds for Nihil to follow right behind you; for the first time, he kept himself buried inside you, letting his hot seed spurt from his cock in jets and coat your walls. You could only gasp softly as he filled you to the brim, so numb from your own orgasm you could barely speak or react.
For several heartbeats, Nihil remained inside you, cock twitching as he emptied himself fully. Then, at last, he pulled out of you gently, leaving you lying there as he got up to clean himself. As you caught your breath, you felt an unexpected wave of exhaustion wash over you. You could hardly think, your ears ringing and pussy throbbing. You knew you needed to get up and get changed, then head back to your room right away, but for whatever reason, you couldn’t move. It was as if you were still desperate to stay with him, and with your orgasm giving way into love-drunkenness, that need was growing even stronger.
You shifted onto your side, closing your eyes. It wouldn’t hurt if you took another minute to rest. You would get up and leave as soon as you could…
As you drifted off, you did not notice Nihil return to the bed with a fresh cloth, using it to carefully wipe you clean. When he finished, he took a moment to study you. After some time, he reached for a blanket to pull over you, then he silently left the room, heading back into his office without looking over his shoulder.
^ ^ ^
When you woke in the morning, Nihil was gone.
Late for early Mass, you had no time to think about the night before or even grieve his absence. After picking up your discarded habit and hastily dressing yourself, you rushed to the chapel, arriving in the middle of the service, earning yourself suspicious looks from your Sisters and a truly demonic glare from Sister Margaret in particular. You received a stern reprimanding from her after Mass, and yet, despite all the chaos and distress of that morning, it was nothing compared to what you would experience three weeks later.
You awoke at dawn one day feeling deathly ill. You spent hours hunched over in the bathroom, emptying the contents of your stomach, and had no choice but to visit the abbey doctor later once you were able. The news he delivered you was mortifying, but, regrettably, did not come as a shock.
You were pregnant.
Fuck.