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Domestic December: Cuddles Under a Blanket Fort

Copia gets some quality cuddle time with his wife in a pillow fort.

Written for Domestic December by @comp-lady. Combined a prompt from Day 1 (Blanket forts) with one from Day 3 (Cuddling). Very fluffy.

(Can also be read here.)

"Get back in here!"

"Okay, okay!" 

Copia hastily exited the bathroom and scampered back into the living room, back to the blanket fort that he and his wife Larysa had constructed. Back to shared whimsy, and warmth, and comfort. 

He carefully lifted the edge of one of the blankets, then crawled back inside, laying down next to Larysa, who was propped up on one elbow, eagerly waiting for him. 

"Here I am!" He gave a little flourish with one arm, trying not to knock it into one of the large pillows holding up the haphazard structure. 

"Finally." Larysa grinned and reached to pull Copia closer, wrapping her arms around around him. Holding him tight, the way she liked to. And the way he liked her to. 

Copia tucked his head under her chin, returning her loving embrace. The red velvet of her tracksuit—that matched his own—was soft against his cheek. 

They laid there for a bit, silently enjoying the coziness of the pillow fort and the warmth of each other, and the rare moment they actually had to just hang out and cuddle together. No responsibilities impatiently waiting for the two them, hastening their shared downtime. No one asking after Papa Emeritus the Fourth and Mother Prunikos, for this and that.

It was just the two of them. Just Copia and Larysa. Relaxing together.

It was nice.

"This is nice," he said. 

"It is," she agreed. 

Another stretch of silence followed as the two of them shifted around a bit, getting even more comfortable and close. 

Larysa began to idly run her fingers through Copia's soft hair, and the gentle touch caused his eyelids to droop drowsily. 

"I love you, baby," he murmured contentedly, eyes finally closing, feeling comfy and completely at ease in his wife's arms.

"I love you too, honey," she replied, her voice soft and soothing in Copia's ear. 

Copia nuzzled his cheek against Larysa's chest, and let himself drift off to sleep, relaxed and secure with his wife. 

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I Never Saw You Coming: Prologue (Don't Get Attached)

Papa Emeritus IV needs a Prime Mover. Larysa needs a way to keep her cult from dying. They just might be the answer to each other’s problems.

And they just might fall in love along the way.

(Also readable on AO3 and Squidgeworld)

Don't get attached, Copia told himself, repeatedly. Don't get attached. This is just a political thing. Just business.

Just further spreading the word of the Dark Lord. Just keeping a cult from dying by showing them it'd be okay to associate with the greater Satanic church. Just combining two different (but similar) unholy factions.

Just his focusing on his responsibilities as the current Papa Emeritus. That's all.

It wasn't about the woman herself. It wasn't about being attracted to her. It wasn't about falling in love with her. It wasn't about being captivated by her and the way she carried herself, or admiring her confidence and her backbone. Or about how she took a genuine interest in what he had to say.

And it definitely wasn't about his heart soaring whenever she was around, and wanting to be with her...

No, it wasn't about any of that. Or it wasn't supposed to be. It was supposed to just be a practical, unemotional decision. Not influenced by how he felt about her at all.

Don't get attached, Copia told himself.

Too late, he replied.

Don't get attached, Larysa told herself, repeatedly. Don't get attached. He's just a means to an end.

A way to keep her cult from dying. A way to breathe new life into it. A way to keep it going. A way to get it into a higher standing in the world.

A way to carry out her responsibility. That's all.

Not someone to care about. Not someone to love. Not someone to adore.

Not someone who made her happy, who made her smile, who made her heart sing. Not someone to want to be with.

Don't get attached, Larysa told herself. Don't let his smile get to you. Don't think about how much he loves rats. Don't think about how sweet he is to his ghouls. Don't think about his enthusiasm on stage. Don't think about how adorable he is. Don't think about how big his dick is. Don't think about how good he makes you feel.

Don't get attached, Larysa told herself.

Too late, she replied.

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I Never Saw You Coming: Chapter 1 (Introduction + Interview)

Papa Emeritus IV needs a Prime Mover. Larysa needs a way to keep her cult from dying. They just might be the answer to the other’s problem.

And they just might fall in love along the way.

(Also readable on AO3 and Squidgeworld)

Larysa had spent the better part of her morning rooting through her closet. She had an important appointment today, and she wanted to make a good first impression. Which required the right outfit. Which could be so difficult to put together.

Eventually, she decided on a tight black dress, matching black heels, and a cute black bolero jacket. Sexy meets business-casual. Just her style, and (probably) appropriate for the people she'd be meeting later.

Touching up her makeup and checking herself out in the mirror, she picked up her purse and made her way out the door, confidence in her stride and curiosity in her mind.

She didn't really know what to expect, and she was eager to see just what—and who—was awaiting her arrival today.

Larysa's heels clicked against the abbey's diamond-patterned floor, the sound echoing throughout the halls, signalling her arrival.

She was ten minutes early, as she usually was whenever she had an appointment or meeting, and took these extra minutes to re-check her appearance in her compact mirror, and go over the points she wanted to cover once she and Sister Imperator—the one she'd been corresponding with these past few weeks—spoke.

The door she was now standing in front of opened, and Sister Imperator—polite smile not fully hiding her intimidating nature—greeted her and welcomed her inside.

"Nice to finally meet you, Miss Hotaling. Please, come in."

Larysa entered the room and immediately noticed the man sitting at the table, watching her with mismatched eyes. He had some stylized skull-paint on his face—which looked either cute or spooky, depending on the angle you viewed him from—and was dressed in a simple black suit. Well, relatively simple. Larysa recognized it as a Thierry Mugler creation, and its collar and hem were uniquely cut. This all went surprisingly well with his salt-and-pepper hair, and she was already beginning to get excited to talk to this man. Clearly, he was more interesting than Miss Imperator had let on.

She shook hands with Miss Imperator, and with the skull-painted man—Papa, he'd said?—who rose to greet her and lightly kissed the back of her hand.

Interesting fashion sense and a gentleman? Larysa's curiosity was now piqued even more.

Imperator motioned for them all to sit, and Larysa took a seat across from her and Papa, legs crossed and hands folded in her lap.

"So," Sister Imperator began, "Miss Hotaling, I'm happy to formally introduce you to our current head of the church, Papa Emeritus the Fourth." She gestured to Copia, smiling broadly.

Larysa smiled. "Hello, Papa. Nice to finally meet you."

"N-nice to meet you too, Miss Hotaling."

This man...Papa, actually sounded nervous. Though she was used to that kind of reaction (she often had that effect on people), she couldn't help but find it charming coming from him.

"Please," she replied, warmly, "Call me Larysa."

"Larysa." Imperator clapped her hands together. "Now that you've met our current Papa, I'd like to get to why we invited you here today..."

Larysa eyed the Satanic anti-pope as she listened to Sister Imperator's spiel. She'd heard it before, of course, but the Satanic sister was going over it again, adding more details here-and-there, filling in some blanks that she'd left out previously.

The current Papa needed to produce an heir at some point in the future, and to do that, he would need a partner, someone to carry and birth said heir. A 'Prime Mover', as Sister Imperator called it. And she had decided that Larysa was potentially perfect for the job.

Larysa wondered if the current Papa agreed, and decided that she would have to find out later, on her own; currently, the man across from her looked nervous, and like he was about to scurry out of the room, and possibly puke.

A funny contrast to his rather formal, well-dressed appearance. The skull makeup also wasn't looking particularly spooky at the moment, either. It was doing absolutely nothing to hide the anxious wrinkles or the bobbing of his Adam's apple as he swallowed nervously.

He looked kind of cute.

After her spiel, Sister Imperator stood up and clapped her hands together again.

"Well. Now that I've gone over the gist of it, I'll leave you two alone to get to know each other a little better."

The poor nervous Papa looked like he wanted to scream as Sister Imperator left the room, and Larysa made a mental note to try to put him at ease.

Poor guy. It's always awkward when your mother tries to set you up with someone.

Copia eyed the pretty blonde sitting opposite him, as he fiddled with his gloves in a subtle-but-nervous way.

And nervous he was. It had been Sister Imperator's idea (well, Papa Nihil's too, but mostly Imperator's) that he should find a Prime Mover soon; with the other Papas dead, and no one next in line after him, an heir would have to be made at some point in the future...which means he would need someone to gestate and give birth to that heir.

He had initially pushed back against the idea a little bit, but Sister Imperator convinced him that he really should give the idea a chance. Give her a chance—to find him a suitable candidate to be his Prime Mover.

So, he did. And after weeks of searching, interviews , and Satan knows what else she'd been doing...Imperator had cheerfully told him that she had finally narrowed it down to one person. A religious leader, like him. One touched by infernal forces, also like him. And beautiful.

So far, he could tell that that last part was accurate. The blonde sitting across from him—smiling politely, yet with a professional and cool demeanour—was indeed beautiful. Slender but still a bit curvy, leggy, blonde (duh), and a snappy dresser.

He was already tense about the whole thing, but seeing just how pretty she was in person? Definitely made it worse. As did her voice.

When she spoke to him, Copia had to suppress a little squeak. Satanas, even her voice was beautiful...slightly lower than her appearance would have you believe, and had just the tiniest hint of rasp to it, which was very sexy.

And her legs. Oh, Lucifer...her legs...

Copia found his gaze drifting to Larysa's legs. The form-fitting dress she was wearing ended a bit above her knees, and rode up just the tiniest bit as she sat. Which allowed him a decent view of her legs, which were long, elegant, and toned.

He found himself thinking about trailing a gloved hand up her leg, and wondered how she'd react to that. Would she shiver? Would she let out a little noise that was halfway to a moan? And what if he took off his gloves and touched her legs? He'd probably be the one making noise...

He swallowed and mentally shook himself from these thoughts. There would be time to indulge in the lust she was evoking in him, later. Right now, he had to focus.

He was looking for a potential Prime Mover, not a quick lay. He wanted to know more about her. He wanted to see if a bond could form between them. He wanted to see if he could, at some point, fall in love with her. And if she could fall in love with him.

First things first, though.

"S-So..." Copia cleared his throat, trying desperately to squash his nerves and focus on getting to know the woman across from him. "Miss Hotaling..."

"Larysa, please."

"Larysa," Copia corrected himself, before continuing, "Sister Imperator told me that you're the head of a Satanic cult?" He decided to start with something professional, then work his way up to the more personal questions.

"Yes." Larysa smiled. "I'm the Conjugal Mother of the Transnational Order of the Succubi. We're a sex cult of mostly women—and others—who worship Lilith."

"I see." Copia shuffled some papers in front of him—questions to ask and information he wanted more details on, he'd wanted to be prepared for this "interview".

"And, I see you are a also a regular mother? That is...you have a child?"

"A daughter. She's in university at the moment."

"Ah, very nice. A mother who values education." Copia hoped that didn't sound as condescending as he thought it did.

"I do," Larysa replied. "An educated women is an empowered woman."

"Damn right," Copia smiled, hoping that didn't sound as cheesy as he thought it did.

"Her name is Allie, by the way."

"Allie? Such a lovely name. She must look as lovely as you."

Larysa laughed. "She does, but she looks more like her father."

"I see." Copia's voice wavered a bit at that. He mentally smacked himself for it. Of course Larysa's daughter had a father—most people weren't capable of parthenogenesis, and he seriously doubted Larysa was an exception.

"He's not in the picture," she added, softly, clearly sensing his shift in mood.

"Oh, ah....I'm sorry to hear that." Copia tried to sound sympathetic, and mostly succeeded.

"Don't be." Larysa sat back in her chair, uncrossing her legs—giving Copia the briefest glimpse of what she was wearing under her tight black dress—and adopted a more casual posture. "He was more of a fling than a boyfriend. I don't really miss him. Anyway, he's in the past, and I'm looking to the future." She winked at him, and he felt himself blushing under his Papal paints.

"R-right..." he stammered, cursing himself for not being able to be more smooth and calm. How the heaven was he supposed to present himself as a good potential partner if he kept acting like...this??

His self-flagellating thoughts were interrupted when Larysa came over to sit next to him, and his heart raced upon finding her leaning in even closer. He looked up into her eyes and bit his lip.

She gently flicked a stray section of his bangs from his face; he'd decided to not gel it all back this morning, having taken Imperator's remarks on how it made him look "quite boyish" to heart, hoping the woman he was meeting—Larysa—would find it attractive. Judging by the way she was looking at him—like the way he looked at a good rigatoni dish—she did indeed. His breath caught in his throat.

"You don't have to be nervous around me," she said, soothingly. "I won't bite...until the second date."

Copia coughed out a laugh, head swimming when Larysa laughed with him. Satanas, that laugh...he already could get used to hearing it.

Hell, he could get used to her touch, her appearance, her...

He blinked as he remembered something she'd said earlier.

"You...you said were the head of the Transnational Order of the Succubi?" he asked.

"Yes."

"So...You are one? A succubus, I mean?"

Larysa shrugged a shoulder. "Eh, partly. I have an ancestor who was one, but that part of the bloodline was already kind of thin when it got to me."

Ah. That explained it. People with succubus blood were naturally charming and attractive. Larysa was clearly no different, in that regard.

And, clearly, even being Papa made him no different from the everyday people who were charmed and wooed by Larysa's kind.

"Does that bother you?"

Larysa's question shook Copia from his thoughts. He blinked and looked up at her.

"No! Of course not." He rubbed lightly at his face, careful not to smudge his paints. "I just...don't meet a lot of people like you."

"Ah." Larysa grinned, propping her elbow on the back of her chair and resting her cheek on her hand. "So, I'm special, then, am I?"

Copia smiled, tentatively reached to take her other hand in his, and brushed his lips over her knuckles, a dash of smugness swirling inside him as he noticed that her cheeks pinkened a slight bit.

"I think you just might be, Larysa."

Their eyes locked onto each other's for a moment, before Sister Imperator opened the door again.

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Baci Sotto Il Vischio

Mistletoe fluff with the Papas and their Prime Movers.

Chapter 5: Nihil and Imperator

(Also readable on AO3)

  The holiday party was in full swing.

Sisters, Brothers, and Siblings were were eating and talking and dancing, enjoying the rare time that they got to enjoy themselves like this, carefree for the night.

Even the Papas were having a good time, arms around their Prime Movers.

Well, most of them.

Nihil was standingopff to the side, nursing a glas of wine. Somehow.

Sister Imperator wasn't sure how—Nihil was currenty a ghost, and couldn't even eat. But then again, he'd also once somehow managed to soil the back seat of a car by...accidentally passing more than just gas.

Imperator mentally shrugged, and accepted that this would simply remaind a mystery.

She sipped her own glass of wine, looking around the party and laying eyes on Copia, the current Papa Emeritus. Her son.

He was nuzzling his Prime Mover—Larysa—as he downed what was probably his third glass of wine of the evening, looking smitten and slightly drunk. Larysa was nuzzling him back, and seemed to be drinking her wine more slowly, thank goodness. Hopefully, Larysa would remain sober enough to reign him Copia in, lest he start humping the furniture.

Imperator rolled her eyes and let out a huffed laugh at the thought. Her son took too much after his father.

Speak of the devil...

  Whilst Imperator was watching her beloved son and her daughter-in-law, Nihil had managed to sneak up on her, unnoticed.

"Sister."

She sighed inwardly, then turned to face the spectral Papa.

"Nihil."

Nihil was looking chipper, and a bit tipsy. Somehow. Despite being a ghost. Once again, Imperator reminded herself that some things just weren't going to be explainable in this life, and and managed a small smile at her ex.

"How are you enjoying the party, Sister?"

"Well enough." Imperator took another drink from her glass. "And you, Nihil?"

"Better now that I'm closer to you, Sister."

Imperator fought the urge to roll her eyes at Nihil's words, and managed to keep her smile on her face. Tonight was a night for merriment and carousing, she didn't want to slip into a bad mood.

"Sister," Nihil sidled up next to her. "You look especially beautiful tonight."

The corners of Imperator's mouth threatened to turn up even more. Even now, after all these years, and at the abbey's holiday party, Papa Nihil was still trying to put the moves on her.

"Thank you, Nihil," she gracefully accepted his compliment, filling the following silence with another sip of wine.

Nihil leaned in closer to her. "You know, Sister...this time of year, there's mistletoe everywhere. Maybe we could—"

Imperator held up a hand and shook her head. Of course he'd try something like this. He couldn't help himself.

"Nihil," she sighed, "Please. Let's not." She wanted to preserve her decent mood, and not let Nihil's attempts to flirt ruin it.

"Sister—"

"Nihil. Please."

The deceased Papa pressed his ghostly lips together, nodded silently, and floated off, leaving Imperator by herself.

She paused to rub at her temple, then glanced back at the retreating Papa, who was slinking away like a kicked puppy. She felt a slight twinge in her chest. Imperator rolled her eyes and sighed again. Damn it. Even after all this time, she still had a soft spot for him. She couldn't stand hurting his feelings like that...and maybe she actually wanted to kiss him under the misteltoe. Just once.

Setting down her almost empty wine glass, she rubbed a hand over her face and started after Nihil, weaving her way through Sisters and Brothers and Siblings (who were, thankfully, too engrossed in their dancing and drinking to pay much attention to her).

She caught him in the doorway. Right under some mistletoe.

"Nihil—"

He spun around at the sound of her voice, expression brightening considerably at the sight of her.

"Sister?"

Imperator stepped up to him, leaned in, and kissed him. He felt surprisingly solid, and her lips actually connected to his, instead of simply passing through them. She pulled away after a moment, and stepped back, leaving Nihil looking happy and surprised.

"What was that for?"

Imperator just smiled, pointed upward, and turned around, leaving Nihil looking up at the mistletoe above him, then back to her as she left.

She smiled to herself, decent mood now shifting into an even better one after the kiss. Not that she'd let Nihil know that.

She figured the kiss itself was enough.

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Right in Front of My Salad?!

Copia accidentally sees something that he cannot unsee.

  (Also readable on AO3)

Copia slowly, quietly, closed the door, eyes unfocused and unblinking. The sight he had just seen would never leave his mind.

He found himself walking down the hall to his room, feet seemingly moving of their own accord. His hand as well, when it opened the door to his papal suite.

Still silent, Copia crossed the room, pulled out a large glass and a bottle of whiskey from his liquor cabinet, poured himself a drink, and sat down in his chair. He drank his whiskey slowly while staring at the wall, not thinking much, his brain utterly fried by what he had witnessed back in the dining room.

  He was so out of it, in fact, that he didn't hear his Prime Mover Larysa come in, and startled slightly when she spoke.

"Honey?"

Blinking a few times, Copia looked up at her, eyes and face still as blank as they were when he came in.

This, of course, concerned his Prime Mover, who had—luckily—not been anywhere near the dining room recently.

"Are you okay?" She asked, kneeling in front of him and laying a hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong?"

Copia stared at her for a minute, then downed the rest of his whiskey in one gulp. Setting his glass down on the side table next to him, he took a deep breath.

"I accidentally walked in on your mother and my mother having sex." He figured it was best to just get to the point and say it plainly, to get it over with.

A long moment of silence went by as Larysa processed this information, then finally, "What?"

Copia slunk down a bit in his chair, feeling...a large number of emotions he wasn't sure had proper names.

"I was going to the dining room to get the antipasto salad takeout the ghouls picked up for me, when I heard a noise. A few noises, actually."

Larysa bit her lip and sucked in a breath, now knowing exactly where this was going.

"So," Copia continued, "I was curious, and I wanted my salad anyway, so I opened the door." He reached a hand up to rub at his temple. "I already told you what I saw."

Larysa nodded silently, pressing her lips together in a thin line, which Copia expected to be followed by some sort of horrified reaction. It wasn't.

Instead, Larysa suddenly burst out laughing, bent over at the waist and smacking her knee as she cackled like a demented hen.

Copia stared at her for a moment, utterly perplexed, and spluttered out a "Wh...why are you laughing?!"

"Because it's funny," Larysa wheezed.

"Well, I'm fucking glad you think so! But I don't! I had to see it! With my very own eyes!"

Larysa slowly sat upright again, laughter now simmering down into giggles. "I'm sorry, baby." She wiped a few laughter-induced tears from her eyes and cheeks. "I'm sorry you walked in on that."

"Not as sorry as I am."

Larysa quieted her giggles and came over to sit on the arm of her husband's chair and gently rubbed his shoulder. "That's gonna stay with you for a while, huh?"

"Yes, it will..." Copia trailed off for a moment, then snapped back and looked up at her. "Wait? How are you so calm about this? Your mother and my mother—"

Larysa thankfully cut him off before he could finish that sentence, which was good because he didn't really want to. "Baby...do you really think this is the first time my mother has done something like this?" She shrugged a shoulder. "I'm used to it."

"Used to it, eh?" Well, he was glad she was. He, however, definitely wasn't, and needed another drink. He refilled his glass of whiskey and sat back, taking a long sip.

"Besides," Larsya said, after a moment, "Since when is being a slut a crime in either of our families?"

Copia choked on his whiskey at that, holding his throat and coughing violently.

"Oh, shit." Larysa winced and patted his back. She probably shouldn't have said that while he had a mouthful of liquid. "Sorry. You okay, caro?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." After a minute, anyway. "This is going to be so fucking awkward."

"Worse than the time when you walked in on her and Swiss?"

Copia closed his eyes and groaned. "Please don't remind me."

Larysa slid onto his lap, leaning against him and brushing her hand through his hair, his arm around her waist.

They sat like that for a while, thinking about how they were going to deal with this whole thing, later.

  Then Copia furrowed his brow, suddenly remembering something that had gotten lost in the aftermath of this...incident.

"Shit."

"What is it?"

Copia smacked his palm against his forehead. "I forgot my fucking salad."

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I Never Saw You Coming: Prologue

Papa Emeritus IV needs a Prime Mover. Larysa needs a way to keep her cult from dying. They just might be the answer to the other's problem. And they just might fall in love along the way.

(Also readable on AO3)

Prologue

Don't get attached, Copia told himself, repeatedly. Don't get attached. This is just a political thing. Just business.

Just further spreading the word of the Dark Lord. Just keeping a cult from dying by showing them it'd be okay to associate with the greater Satanic church. Just combining two different (but similar) unholy factions.

Just his focusing on his responsibilities as the current Papa Emeritus. That's all.

  It wasn't about the woman herself. It wasn't about being attracted to her. It wasn't about falling in love with her. It wasn't about being captivated by her and the way she carried herself, or admiring her confidence and her backbone. Or about how she took a genuine interest in what he had to say.

And it definitely wasn't about his heart soaring whenever she was around, and wanting to be with her...

No, it wasn't about any of that. Or it wasn't supposed to be. It was supposed to just be a practical, unemotional decision. Not influenced by how he felt about her at all.

  Don't get attached, Copia told himself.

Too late, he replied.

    Don't get attached, Larysa told herself, repeatedly. Don't get attached. He's just a means to an end.

A way to keep her cult from dying. A way to breathe new life into it. A way to keep it going. A way to get it into a higher standing in the world.

A way to carry out her responsibility. That's all.

  Not someone to care about. Not someone to love. Not someone to adore.

Not someone who made her happy, who made her smile, who made her heart sing. Not someone to want to be with.

Don't get attached, Larysa told herself. Don't let his smile get to you. Don't think about how much he loves rats. Don't think about how sweet he is to his ghouls. Don't think about his enthusiasm on stage. Don't think about how adorable he is. Don't think about how big his dick is. Don't think about how good he makes you feel.

  Don't get attached, Larysa told herself.

Too late, she replied.

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Baci Sotto Il Vischio

Mistletoe fluff with the Papas and their Prime Movers.

Chapter 4: Copia Larysa

(Also readable on AO3)

  Copia dabbed at his face with a towel, glancing back up in the mirror at his now paintless face. After taking a moment to turn his head from side to side, he was satisfied that he hadn't missed a spot, and left the bathroom for the bedroom.

After changing into his pajamas, he flopped down onto the bed, letting out a tired yawn; today had been busy, and he was looking forward to finally nodding off to dream land. A good rest after a long day.

He'd usually wait for Larysa, but she'd told him that she was busy with something (what something? She didn't elaborate), and that he shouldn't wait up. She'd wake him up when she came back.

And so, content that his Prime Mover would join him in their bed at some point before the night was over, he allowed himself to drift off to sleep, ready to get some much needed rest.

  Later, after what felt like simultaneously 5 minutes and several hours, Copia found himself being woken up by a gentle shake.

"Honey? I'm back."

Blinking his eyes open, he was now staring face-to-face with his beloved, who was leaning over him and smiling softly. What a lovely sight to wake up to.

"Hi, baby," he mumbled groggily, reaching a hand up to stroke her cheek. "You done with...whatever it was you were doing?"

"Actually," Larysa sat back and grinned impishly, blue eyes gleaming playfully. "I have one more thing left to do."

"Oh?"

Copia sat up and rubbed his eyes as his wife hopped off the bed and slipped out of the room. What did she have to do? And did she need him for it? Eh, he'd find out in a minute.

He looked up as he saw his wife peek around the doorway.

"Close your eyes."

"Okie dokie." Copia did so, curiousity piqued and now a bit less sleepy. What was she doing?

"No peeking!"

"Okay!" he chuckled, and covered his eyes with his hands. "I can't see. I'm not looking."

He waited patiently as he heard Larysa walk across the floor, and felt her kneel on the bed, beside him. He couldn't help but twitch a bit in anticipation.

"Okay, you can open your eyes."

Copia removed his hands from his face and opened his eyes, staring at something that Larysa was dangling over his head. A second glance informed him that it was...mistletoe.

He had barely registered this before Larysa leaned over him, pressing her sweet lips to his. Sleep was now the furthest thing from Copia's mind, he was instead now thinking of nothing but necking with his wife.

Pulling back after a moment, Larysa smiled. "There. Now I'm done for tonight."

"Oh, I don't think you are, baby." Copia smirked as he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her back to him, kissing her again. And again. And again.

"And neither am I."

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[i-hold-horrors-hand]

I Never Saw You Coming: Chapter 1

Papa Emeritus IV needs a Prime Mover. Larysa needs a way to keep her cult from dying. They just might be the answer to the other’s problem. And they just might fall in love along the way.

(Also readable on AO3)

Introduction + Interview

  Larysa had spent the better part of her morning rooting through her closet. She had an important appointment today, and she wanted to make a good first impression. Which required the right outfit. Which could be so difficult to put together.

Eventually, she decided on a tight black dress, matching black heels, and a cute black bolero jacket. Sexy meets business-casual. Just her style, and (probably) appropriate for the people she'd be meeting later.

Touching up her makeup and checking herself out in the mirror, she picked up her purse and made her way out the door, confidence in her stride and curiosity in her mind.

She didn't really know what to expect, and she was eager to see just what—and who—was awaiting her arrival today.

    Larysa's heels clicked against the abbey's diamond-patterned floor, the sound echoing throughout the halls, signalling her arrival.

She was ten minutes early, as she usually was whenever she had an appointment or meeting, and took these extra minutes to re-check her appearance in her compact mirror, and go over the points she wanted to cover once she and Sister Imperator—the one she'd been corresponding with these past few weeks—spoke.

The door she was now standing in front of opened, and Sister Imperator—polite smile not fully hiding her intimidating nature—greeted her and welcomed her inside.

"Nice to finally meet you, Miss Hotaling. Please, come in."

  Larysa entered the room and immediately noticed the man sitting at the table, watching her with mismatched eyes. He had some stylized skull-paint on his face—which looked either cute or spooky, depending on the angle you viewed him from—and was dressed in a simple black suit. Well, relatively simple. Larysa recognized it as a Thierry Mugler creation, and its collar and hem were uniquely cut.

This all went surprisingly well with his salt-and-pepper hair, and she was already beginning to get excited to talk to this man. Clearly, he was more interesting than Miss Imperator had let on.

She shook hands with Miss Imperator, and with the skull-painted man—Papa, he'd said?—who rose to greet her and lightly kissed the back of her hand. Interesting fashion sense and a gentleman? Larysa's curiosity was now piqued even more.

Imperator motioned for them all to sit, and Larysa took a seat across from her and Papa, legs crossed and hands folded in her lap.

"So," Sister Imperator began, "Miss Hotaling, I'm happy to formally introduce you to our current head of the church, Papa Emeritus the Fourth." She gestured to Copia, smiling broadly.

Larysa smiled. "Hello, Papa. Nice to finally meet you."

"N-nice to meet you too, Miss Hotaling."

This man...Papa, actually sounded nervous. Though she was used to that kind of reaction (she often had that effect on people), she couldn't help but find it charming coming from him.

"Please," she replied, warmly, "Call me Larysa."

"Larysa." Imperator clapped her hands together. "Now that you've met our current Papa, I'd like to get to why we invited you here today..."

Larysa eyed the Satanic anti-pope as she listened to Sister Imperator's spiel. She'd heard it before, of course, but the Satanic sister was going over it again, adding more details here-and-there, filling in some blanks that she'd left out previously.

The current Papa needed to produce an heir at some point in the future, and to do that, he would need a partner, someone to carry and birth said heir. A 'Prime Mover', as Sister Imperator called it. And she had decided that Larysa was potentially perfect for the job.

Larysa wondered if the current Papa agreed, and decided that she would have to find out later, on her own; currently, the man across from her looked nervous, and like he was about to scurry out of the room, and possibly puke.

A funny contrast to his rather formal, well-dressed appearance. The skull makeup also wasn't looking particularly spooky at the moment, either. It was doing absolutely nothing to hide the anxious wrinkles or the bobbing of his Adam's apple as he swallowed nervously.

He looked kind of cute.

  After her spiel, Sister Imperator stood up and clapped her hands together again.

"Well. Now that I've gone over the gist of it, I'll leave you two alone to get to know each other a little better."

The poor nervous Papa looked like he wanted to scream as Sister Imperator left the room, and Larysa made a mental note to try to put him at ease.

Poor guy. It's always awkward when your mother tries to set you up with someone.

    Copia eyed the pretty blonde sitting opposite him, as he fiddled with his gloves in a subtle-but-nervous way.

And nervous he was. It had been Sister Imperator's idea (well, Papa Nihil's too, but mostly Imperator's) that he should find a Prime Mover soon; with the other Papas dead, and no one next in line after him, an heir would have to be made at some point in the future...which means he would need someone to gestate and give birth to that heir.

He had initially pushed back against the idea a little bit, but Sister Imperator convinced him that he really should give the idea a chance. Give her a chance—to find him a suitable candidate to be his Prime Mover.

So, he did. And after weeks of searching, interviews , and Satan knows what else she'd been doing...Imperator had cheerfully told him that she had finally narrowed it down to one person. A religious leader, like him. One touched by infernal forces, also like him. And beautiful.

So far, he could tell that that last part was accurate. The blonde sitting across from him—smiling politely, yet with a professional and cool demeanour—was indeed beautiful. Slender but still a bit curvy, leggy, blonde (duh), and a snappy dresser.

He was already tense about the whole thing, but seeing just how pretty she was in person? Definitely made it worse. As did her voice.

When she spoke to him, Copia had to suppress a little squeak. Satanas, even her voice was beautiful...slightly lower than her appearance would have you believe, and had just the tiniest hint of rasp to it, which was very sexy.

And her legs. Oh, Lucifer...her legs...

Copia found his gaze drifting to Larysa's legs. The form-fitting dress she was wearing ended a bit above her knees, and rode up just the tiniest bit as she sat. Which allowed him a decent view of her legs, which were long, elegant, and toned.

He found himself thinking about trailing a gloved hand up her leg, and wondered how she'd react to that. Would she shiver? Would she let out a little noise that was halfway to a moan? And what if he took off his gloves and touched her legs? He'd probably be the one making noise...

He swallowed and mentally shook himself from these thoughts. There would be time to indulge in the lust she was evoking in him, later. Right now, he had to focus.

He was looking for a potential Prime Mover, not a quick lay. He wanted to know more about her. He wanted to see if a bond could form between them. He wanted to see if he could, at some point, fall in love with her. And if she could fall in love with him.

  First things first, though.

"S-So..." Copia cleared his throat, trying desperately to squash his nerves and focus on getting to know the woman across from him. "Miss Hotaling..."

"Larysa, please."

"Larysa," Copia corrected himself, before continuing, "Sister Imperator told me that you're the head of a Satanic cult?" He decided to start with something professional, then work his way up to the more personal questions.

"Yes." Larysa smiled. "I'm the Conjugal Mother of the Transnational Order of the Succubi. We're a sex cult of mostly women—and others—who worship Lilith."

"I see." Copia shuffled some papers in front of him—questions to ask and information he wanted more details on, he'd wanted to be prepared for this "interview".

"And, I see you are a also a regular mother? That is...you have a child?"

"A daughter. She's in university at the moment."

"Ah, very nice. A mother who values education." Copia hoped that didn't sound as condescending as he thought it did.

"I do," Larysa replied. "An educated women is an empowered woman."

"Damn right," Copia smiled, hoping that didn't sound as cheesy as he thought it did.

"Her name is Allie, by the way."

"Allie? Such a lovely name. She must look as lovely as you."

Larysa laughed. "She does, but she looks more like her father."

"I see." Copia's voice wavered a bit at that. He mentally smacked himself for it. Of course Larysa's daughter had a father—most people weren't capable of parthenogenesis, and he seriously doubted Larysa was an exception.

"He's not in the picture," she added, softly, clearly sensing his shift in mood.

"Oh, ah....I'm sorry to hear that." Copia tried to sound sympathetic, and mostly succeeded.

"Don't be." Larysa sat back in her chair, uncrossing her legs—giving Copia the briefest glimpse of what she was wearing under her tight black dress—and adopted a more casual posture. "He was more of a fling than a boyfriend. I don't really miss him. Anyway, he's in the past, and I'm looking to the future." She winked at him, and he felt himself blushing under his Papal paints.

"R-right..." he stammered, cursing himself for not being able to be more smooth and calm. How the heaven was he supposed to present himself as a good potential partner if he kept acting like...this??

His self-flagellating thoughts were interrupted when Larysa came over to sit next to him, and his heart raced upon finding her leaning in even closer. He looked up into her eyes and bit his lip.

She gently flicked a stray section of his bangs from his face; he'd decided to not gel it all back this morning, having taken Imperator's remarks on how it made him look "quite boyish" to heart, hoping the woman he was meeting—Larysa—would find it attractive. Judging by the way she was looking at him—like the way he looked at a good rigatoni dish—she did indeed. His breath caught in his throat.

"You don't have to be nervous around me," she said, soothingly. "I won't bite...until the second date."

Copia coughed out a laugh, head swimming when Larysa laughed with him. Satanas, that laugh...he already could get used to hearing it.

Hell, he could get used to her touch, her appearance, her...

He blinked as he remembered something she'd said earlier.

"You...you said were the head of the Transnational Order of the Succubi?" he asked.

"Yes."

"So...You are one? A succubus, I mean?"

Larysa shrugged a shoulder. "Eh, partly. I have an ancestor who was one, but that part of the bloodline was already kind of thin when it got to me."

Ah. That explained it. People with succubus blood were naturally charming and attractive. Larysa was clearly no different, in that regard.

And, clearly, even being Papa made him no different from the everyday people who were charmed and wooed by Larysa's kind.

"Does that bother you?"

Larysa's question shook Copia from his thoughts. He blinked and looked up at her.

"No! Of course not." He rubbed lightly at his face, careful not to smudge his paints. "I just...don't meet a lot of people like you."

"Ah." Larysa grinned, propping her elbow on the back of her chair and resting her cheek on her hand. "So, I'm special, then, am I?"

Copia smiled, tentatively reached to take her other hand in his, and brushed his lips over her knuckles, a dash of smugness swirling inside him as he noticed that her cheeks pinkened a slight bit.

"I think you just might be, Larysa."

  Their eyes locked onto each other's for a moment, before Sister Imperator opened the door again.

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[i-hold-horrors-hand]

I Never Saw You Coming: Chapter 4

Papa Emeritus IV needs a Prime Mover. Larysa needs a way to keep her cult from dying. They just might be the answer to each other's problem. And they might just fall in love along the way.

A Little Bump and Grind

  (Also readable on AO3)

  Copia had been thinking about Larysa the whole week.

  After Nihil had Rain interrupt his and Larysa's naughty little liason (for more meandering bullshit, go figure), Copia found himself aching for her.

It was bad enough that he'd been cock-blocked just before sinking himself inside her, but having been cock-blocked immediately after bringing her to orgasm with his fingers? And being unbearably erect? It was torture. Pure torture.

And to top it off, he'd been busy for just over a week, too busy to see Larysa again. So, he had to take matters into his own hands. Literally.

Every night that week, as he laid in bed, he wrapped a hand around his cock and jerked himself off to thoughts of Larysa, and all the naughty things he wanted to do to her.

At some point, he remembered that her thong was still in his pants pocket, and he couldn't resist the urge to retreive them. He held them clsoe to his face, inhaling deeply—her smell still lingered on them, and it served to arouse him even more.

It wasn't enough, but it held him over until he finally had the time to call Larysa again and schedule a second date.

Hopefully, this time, they wouldn't be interrupted.

  * * * *

  Larysa reclined in her seat, taking a sip of wine.

After thinking about the Satanic anti-Pope all week (and dealing with the resulting lusty thoughts with her Hitachi wand), she'd finally received a call from him. He wanted a second date.

So here she was, at Sinamon, a sex club owned by several members of her cult. Waiting for Papa Emeritus the Fourth to show up and join her.

  And he did. Right on time.

He walked through the front doors, looking quite foxy in his black button-up cuffed shirt and deliciously tight leather pants. He fiddled with his sleeves a bit and looked around, finally spotting Larysa. As he walked over to her, she stood up, allowing him to admire her outfit for this date. And admire he did. His eyes widened, his jaw went slightly slack, and he swallowed hard as his gaze travelled up and down her form. Clearly, a short red dress with a plunging neckline was the right choice tonight. Larysa couldn't help the small, smug smirk that spread across her lips. Getting this reaction out of someone never got old.

"Larysa..." Copia began, eyes still drinking her in, "You look...like sin on two legs." He punctuated his statement with a (this time, not quite so) gentlemanly kiss to the back of her hand.

Larysa let out a soft giggle and flicked his nose. "Thank you, Copia. You're looking pretty devilish tonight, yourself."

Copia pufffed his chest out a bit at the compliment, his nerves apparently eased a bit by Larysa's words. Good. She wanted him relaxed. Relaxed and eager.

Larysa cupped his cheek in her hand and tilted his head down for a kiss. A long one. When she pulled away, she heard him let out a small, almost inaudible moan in protest. Clearly, getting him eager would be no problem.

She sat back down on the plush, rectangular chair, and patted the seat of the one next to her. Copia took his cue and sat down.

"This place is very nice," he said, looking around. "I'm just confused how I've never heard about it until now."

"We're a bit low-key with the advertising. Don't need the wrong kind of people to come in here and ruin our fun."

Copia nodded. "People can be very weird about sex clubs." He paused for a moment, looking around again—taking in the rather scantily clad patrons around them, and the even less-dressed pole dancers—then asked, "That is...what this place is, isn't it?"

"Yep." Larysa downed the rest of her wine then stood up. "I'm gonna go get us some drinks. What would you like?"

Copia thought for a moment, then answered with, "Surprise me."

"Feeling adventurous tonight, huh?" Larysa winked at him then made her way to the bar, making sure she swayed her hips a bit as she walked. She could feel Copia's eyes on her, which was exactly what she wanted. She was going to work him up and then pounce, like a lioness with her prey.

She returned to Copia with two Negronis, and took her seat, leaning in close to him.

They weren't going to be interrupted tonight.

  * * * *

  Drink and conversation had been the main event, thus far, tonight. A bit of a slow pace. Not that Copia minded. It was good to test the waters before diving in.

"So, this place is connected to your cult? And you have a brothel?"

"We have a few of them, actually." Larysa finished her second Negroni and licked her lips. "The brothel is more-or-less our 'church'."

"I see." Copia noddede, thougtfully, then added, "Ah, if you don't mind me asking..."

"Go ahead."

"I was wondering if, eh, people in your cult...do they usually get married? It just seems like most of you wouldn't." He took a swig from his own second Negroni, then added hastily, "Not that there's anything wrong with that! I just...would like to understand it more."

Larysa let out a small laugh, which Copia took as a sign that he hadn't just put his foot in his mouth.

"No," she replied, "We usually don't. We can, if we want, but most of us don't. It's never really been a part of the cult."

"Ah, I see." Copia nodded, taking this information in. It made sense. A feminist, Lilith-worshipping sext cult comprised of mostly women would probably have a more apathetic view of marriage. But some of them didn't. Larysa clearly didn't, at least now. "Why did you change your mind about marriage?"

Larysa sat back a bit in her chair, quiet for a moment, and Copia worried that he had asked a question that perhaps should have been saved for their third date. If indeed they would have one.

"Well," Larysa began, after a moment, "I'm older now. More settled. My only child is grown. I'm in a different phase of my life, now. I'm ready for something else."

"That makes sense." She apparently already sowed her proverbial wild oats, and wanted something else now. Perhaps that something would be him.

"Plus, since I live alone now, I can fuck as loud as I want."

Copia almost choked on his drink, coughing and sputtering for a moment. Clearing his throat, he sat up a bit straighter and leaned in closer to Larysa, putting an arm around her shoulders.

"Good to know. I am also quite loud." He hoped that sounded as sexy as he wanted it to.

Larysa raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Oh?"

Feeling a little emboldened now, Copia leaned in even closer, and brushed his lips over her ear. "Yes," he all but whispered, smug about the way his words caused Larysa to shiver a bit. He trailed his lips lower, down her jawline and to her neck. "I am also very...thorough."

Larysa let out a sound that, to Copia, sounded like a purr. He bit his bottom lip softly as he felt his cock twitch in his pants. Fuck. He liked it when his lovers purred. It was such a sexy sound. He wondered what else he could do to get her to make that noise...

His thoughts were interrupted by Larysa turning her head to kiss him, nipping as his lip before pulling away. "How thorough are you on the dance floor?"

"Why don't I show you, baby?" He could already feel his inhibitions getting lower and lower by the minute. (Good ol' 'liquid courage'; he might not have had the nerve tonight without it.)

"Why don't you?" Larysa smiled sexily.

And he did. Once they got to the dance floor, he pulled her in close, moving slowly and sensually—these past few years of moving suggestively on stage while touring having been good preparation for tonight—as his hands roamed over her back and hips.

He was instantly lost in the music and his mounting desire for Larysa. If asked about the song playing, or about the other people on the dance floor, he wouldn't be able to describe anything about either. He woudln't even be able to say how long they spent dancing; it could have been both forever and five minutes, for all he knew.

It was almost foreplay, the way they danced; the movements of their hips and the way their hands ghosted over each other's bodies getting more and more risqé as they continued to dance.

Copia brushed his lips along Larysa's neck, feeling her pulse, taking great pleasure in how it rivalled his own in speed.

He felt his already sweltering body temperature rise as he felt Larysa's deft fingers slowly unbutton his shirt, and let out a soft breath as he felt her hand slide slowly along his chest, resting over his heart (which was now threatening to leap out of him).

He slid a hand from her hip to her ass, squeezing it firmly but gently, and turned his head to brush his lips over hers as he looked into her lust-blown eyes.

"Voglio scoparti, bella."

"Alors tu devrais, Papa."

Larysa's response made Copia's already stiff cock throb. "Lead the way, bella."

And so she did.

  Taking him by the hand, Larysa led him off the dance floor, down a hallway, and through a door labelled 'Romp Room'. To Copia's utter lack of surprise, the room was filled with couples (and groups of three or more) in various states of intercourse on the furniture.

And though half of them looked up as the door opened, none of them batted an eye at his skull paint, and instead seemed excited to share the room with another two people. Good. Sometimes he liked an audience. Like now.

He fell back onto a soft, rectangular chaise and pulled Larysa onto his lap, her legs on either side of his hips. He wasted no time in crashing his lips into hers, hands tangling in her hair. He wanted her. Badly.

And she evidently wanted him just as bad, as she began to grind on his clothed erection. He let out a loud moan and slipped his tongue into her mouth as he grabbed her hips and ground up against her, eager for more contact.

They remained like that for a bit, grinding and kissing and moaning. Eventually, though, it became too much. And not enough. He needed more.

Copia gently pushed Larysa off his lap, and reached a hand down to unzip his now unbearably tight leather pants, his rigid cock popping out, leaking and ready. He slid his gloved hands up Larysa's thighs, pushing up her short dress, and hooked his fingers into the sides of her thong, pulling it down her legs. She stepped out of them, and and wasted no time in getting back into his lap, grabbing his cock and positioning it just right so she could slide down onto it.

He let out a low groan as she did, so pleased to finally be inside her. He grabbed her by the hips again as she put her hands on his shoulders for leverage as she began to slide up and down his shaft. There would be no interruptions tonight, just mutual pleasure.

Their blissful moans mingled with those of the other people in the room, and this only spurred them on. Larysa began to ride Copia faster, and he pulled her in closer to bite and suck at her neck.

"F-fuck..."

"You like that, baby?" he growled against her skin.

"Yes!"

He kissed his way down to her shoulder, and pulled the strap of her dress down to bite at her again, sucking the bite immediately after.

"Copia..." she hissed.

He rolled his hips up against hers and tilted her backward a bit, sliding the straps down her arms and tugging at the body of the dress, exposing Larysa's pert breasts. He immediately latched onto a nipple, sucking at it as he rolled his hips again, taking great delight at the sounds he was drawing from Larysa.

He switched to the other one, and gripped her tightly as he moved his hips in time with hers, her warmth and wetness around his cock bringing him closer and closer to the edge. He slid a hand down to where their bodies met, and placed it on Larysa's pelvis, thumb rubbing her clit, getting faster and faster as she began to falter in her rhythm.

"Oh, fuck yes..."

"Cum for me, bella," he rasped in her ear. "Cum on my cock."

It didn't take long until she did. She threw her head back and cried out his name as she contracted around him, the pleasure making her body tremble.

He came but moments, later, Larysa's hot, wet cunt milking his cock dry as he cried out and gasped in bliss.

Larysa slumped against him, panting and smiling. Copia let his head fall forward onto her shoulder, breathing still not yet steady.

"That was...worth the wait," Copia rasped.

"Yeah," Larysa agreed.

They both leaned back to look at each other, and let out a simultaneous giggle.

Absolutely worth the wait.

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[i-hold-horrors-hand]

I Never Saw You Coming: Chapter 3

Papa Emeritus IV needs a Prime Mover. Larysa needs a way to keep her cult from dying. They might just be the answer to the other's problem. And they might just fall in love along the way.

Touring and (Internal) Tickling

(Also readable on AO3)

  After the Zoom meeting, Larysa had decided that she was interested in seeing where her potential relationship with the current reigning Satanic anti-Pope could go, and called his office number.

He'd sounded very happy to hear from her, she couldn't help but feel a little bit smug. She'd always that affect on people, and it never got old.

They'd planned to meet back at the abbey, so Copia could give her a little tour. She figured that would be a good first date—something low-stakes and at a place he was familiar with. She wanted him at ease.

She also wanted him to look at her like he had during their "interview". She'd noticed how he'd been looking at her, almost like he wanted to devour her. She'd also noticed that he'd paid special attention to her legs. She'd made a mental note of that, and remembered it when she was putting her date outfit together.

So, here she was, a couple of days later, dressed in an outfit that could best be described as "powerful, yet slutty", ready to meet Papa Emeritus the Fourth again.

She couldn't wait to see his face when she showed up.

* * * *

  Copia fiddled with the cuffs of his sleeves nervously.

While waiting for Larysa to show up, he was on tenterhooks. A bundle of nerves. And now that she was there, her arm in his, listening intently while he took her on a tour of the abbey, he was still a bundle of nerves...but now also a bit horny.

Larysa had apparently decided that dressing slutty was the way to go this time, and he was suffering for it. Her high-waisted-but-short-hemmed skirt tightly hugged the curves of her hips and ass, and showed off her long legs. The lace-trimmed, low neckline crop top perfectly framed her breasts, something her bolero jacket didn't hide. Even her shoes were driving him crazy—the heels had a bit of a domme-esque flair to them, and he found himself wanting to chew on the ankle straps.

Satanas, she looked sexy.

He'd been at a loss for words when he saw her, and he had to almost physically shake himself out of it.

Luckily, he'd managed to get ahold of himself and barely stumbled over his words as he showed her around the abbey grounds.

  "And that's the garden!" Copia finished up his tour of the outside with a flourish.

Larysa nodded. "It's beautiful."

"It is." Copia flashed her a smile, feeling a bit more confident, channeling his stage presence. "But not quite as beautiful as you, eh?" He winked.

Larysa waved a hand at him as if to say 'oh, stop!' and giggled.

A giggle. That was a good sign. This tour/date was off to a great start.

As they reached the abbey's front doors, Larysa placed a hand on his shoulder and paused.

Copia turned his head to look at her, raising a quizzical eyebrow. "Is something wrong, bella?"

"No." Larysa shifted her stance slightly, and looked him in the eyes, voice and expression now serious. "But I have to ask you something."

Oh boy. "Go ahead."

"Before this goes any further," she began, tentatively, "I have to ask...is this something you want?"

"The garden?" he asked, confused.

Letting out a huff of a laugh and rolling her eyes, Larysa smiled at him. "No. I mean..." She gestured vaguely. "This. Why I'm here. What we're doing."

"Ah," Copia nodded. "Why do you ask?"

"Because I want to see where this goes. So I need to be sure that it's something you want, not just the church."

Copia felt a slight heat in his chest as she voiced her concern, and took both of her hands in his.

"I would like to children someday. With a partner. I'm doing all of this," he gestured vaguely, "willingly."

"Okay." Larysa nodded, apparently satisfied with his answer. She patted his chest gently, and Copia felt a little tingle.

"Let's continue this tour. I wanna see more of the inside."

Copia bowed slightly. "As you wish, bella."

  * * * *

  The rest of the tour went quite well.

The anti-Pope was an excellent guide, pointing out each room and staircase and tapestry, describing what went on in the rooms, the purpose behind them, even cracking jokes.

He'd gone from nervous to charismatic, and Larysa was enjoying the show.

She was also enjoying the way he was looking at her. Once again, he looked like he wanted to devour her. She couldn't help the little smirk that found its way onto her lips, and she felt her ego inflate just a slight bit.

  As the tour continued, Larysa found herself impressed with how elegant everything looked. It wasn't Vatican-fancy, but it was lovely nonetheless.

The diamond-tiled floors, the white walls that looked psychedelic and eerie in the glow cast from the lights on the wall sconces, the beautiful stained glass windows...she took it all in. Clearly, this church had style. She liked that.

She also liked its Papa. Not only was he an excellent tour guide, but he had also been a total gentleman even while clearly wanting to push her up against the nearest wall and rail her (his lust was more obvious than he was apparently aware of, if the slight bulge in his tight pants was anything to go by).

He was handsome, too. His jawline was impressive, and his mismatched eyes were bright , expressive, and easy to get lost in. Not to mention his hair, which looked soft and tuggable. His mouth also looked nice, and she found herself wondering what his lips would feel like pressed against hers.

  "I don't think I can show you all of it before the day is over. It's just too big to tour properly in a single day."

"That's alright." Larysa smiled at him. "I've enjoyed what I've seen so far." She picked at some nonexistent lint on the front of his shirt, playfully.

"Ah. Good to hear. Which part did you like the best? The windows, perhaps? Most people seem to like those."

"Actually," Larysa trailed a finger up his shoulder, smiriking to herself as she noticed him sucking in a breath, "I quite liked the guide. He's pretty cute."

"Oh." The anti-Pope swallowed and blinked at her. "Well, eh...thank you. That's very nice of you to say."

"It's true," she responded casually, as though she wasn't clearly flirting with him. "I mean, those windows were nice, but they don't really compare to you."

"I, ah...thank you."

Oh, he was definitely blushing under all that skull paint, Larysa could sense it. She reached up to put a hand on his chest, rubbing it gently.

The anti-Pope tugged at his shirt collar, and Larysa got a good look at his gloved hand. She'd noticed before, of course, but now she was really focusing on just how well they were fitted to his hands, accentuating his elegant fingers. Almost like a second skin. It was sexy, in a dom-esque kind of way. And even sexier when he used one of those gloved hands to lift her chin up.

"And what about you?" he asked, channeling his stage prescence again.

Larysa cocked her head and feigned confusion. "What about me?"

"You are..." Copia paused, clearly wanting to form a suave sentence. "You are...bellissima."

Though Larysa's grasp of the Italian language wasn't perfect (yet), she had no trouble at all understanding that word. Especially with the way he said it: breathily, and stroking his thumb along her chin as he gazed down at her with wide, lust-filled eyes.

She felt a pleasant heat bloom in her stomach and migrate further down.

"Bellissima, eh?" she asked , staring into his eyes.

"Si," he breathed.

She smiled at him, bringing her other hand up to join the one on his chest. "Thank you."

"It's true." Copia blinked and looked away briefly, his confidence seeming to waver a bit.

They stood there for a minute, locked in a mutually lustful stare, before Copia cleared his throat.

"Can I...Can I kiss you, bella?" His voice was soft, almost a whisper. He was so nervous, and Larysa coudln't help but find it cute and endearing.

"Of course," she replied, moving her face closer to his.

Copia looked genuinely surprised for a second, as if he hadn't been expecting her to give him the go-ahead, then took a breath before he closed the distance between them, touching his lips to hers.

Larysa felt a slight shiver go through her as the anti-Pope kissed her; his lips were warm and soft, and and the paint on them didn't taste terrible at all. It was somewhat chaste, but with a promise of something more. Her eyelids fluttered a bit as he pulled away from her, and she let out a soft giggle.

"Was, ah...was that good?" Copia asked.

"Yes." Larysa slid her hands up his chest to his shoulders, and pressed her nose to his. "Let's do it again."

She didn't have to tell him twice. He kissed her again, his hands cupping her cheeks, pressing harder this time, nibbling at her bottom lip before pulling back.

Larysa could feel his heartbeat thudding in his chest, and felt her own speed up as she looked into his eyes. He looked like he was a few seconds away from devouring her like a lion would devour its prey, and she could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against her.

Clearly, he wanted her. And she wanted him. She felt herself heating up, and her thong was already damp. She couldn't wait to satiate that hunger that Copia was feeding in her.

She pressed her lips to his, hands snaking up to tangle in his hair, as she poked at his lips with her tongue, seeking entrance. He gave it to her, and they stood there for a few minutes, kissing deeply with tongue, hands slowly roaming over each other.

Copia pulled away, licking his lips and standing up straighter, taking her hand. "Let's go to my office. It's more...private." His voice was thick and deep with lust, and Larysa really liked it.

"Take me," she said, letting the double-entendre hang there for a second, before Copia led her down the hall and to what he called his "papal suite".

  * * * *

  They had barely made it inside and closed the door, before they were kissing again, hands roaming and wandering, and Copia reveled in the moan Larysa let out when he grabbed her ass.

"I've been wanting to do that all day," he growled softly in her ear, and smirked when Larysa shivered.

"What else have you wanted to do all day?" she asked him, lips brushing over his jawline.

"Let me show you."

Copia walked Larysa backward to his desk, then grabbed her by the waist to set her upon the edge. He kissed her again, before reaching behind her to swipe everything—a small lamp, pens, some important papers that he couldn't give less of a fuck about right now—onto the floor.

He gazed at her for a moment, biting his bottom lip and breathing heavily as he took in the sight. She was right where he wanted her, and the look in her eyes was just as hungry as the one in his.

He kissed her again, roughly, tongue invading her mouth as he slid the bolero jacket down her shoulders. He moved to kiss and nip at her now exposed neck, earning a lovely moan from her...and an even lovelier one when he slid the strap of her top down to bite and suck on her shoulder.

He'd been nervous before, making his first move on Larysa, but now his nerves had totally given way to pure desire, his inhibitions banished. He wanted her, and she clearly wanted him too. There was no need to fret, their lust was mutual.

He gently pressed on her sternum, pushing her onto her back. Leaning over her, he ran his hands along her curves, enjoying the sight of the hot little succubus beneath him.

"Bellissima," he said again, this time with a slight growl. He lifted her legs up, eyes flickering to her crotch as her short skirt slid even higher up her thighs. There was a dark spot on her thong, right there. She was wet for him, eager for him, and this only spurred him on.

He began to kiss his way up her leg, starting with the side of her ankle, moving up to the side of her knee, then her inner thigh. He noticed the shakey breath she let out as his lips got closer to where she really wanted him, and he chuckled as she squirmed a bit beneath him. He repeated the process with her other leg, taking his time to savour her legs—her long, beautiful legs, that he wanted wrapped around him—then dove his tongue into her mouth again.

He slid his hands up Larysa's legs, up her thighs, well past the hem of her skirt. He grinned as he lightly stroked a finger over her covered slit, eliciting a loud moan from her. Hooking his fingers on the sides of her thong, he tugged it down, sliding it down her legs and past her sexy high-heels, and pocketed it. He slid his hands back up her legs, up her thighs, and pushed her skirt up the rest of the way, exposing her further to him.

"You want me to keep touching you, bella?" he asked.

"Please," she practically whined, and Copia let out a smug chuckle.

Her clear and obvious desire for him was stroking his ego, and he stroked a gloved finger up her slit, biting his lip and letting out an "mmm" when she rolled her hips.

"Since you asked so nicely..." He stroked her again, finger circling her clit as he watched her writhe on his desk. He removed his hand just before she could orgasm, and snickered when she whined at him again.

"Don't worry, bella. You don't think I'd let this date end without making you cum, do you?"

"You'd better not."

Copia let out a snort at her sudden attitude, and patted her thigh. "Patience, mia bellissima piccola succube." He winked at her as he proceeded to slowly tug the glove off his hand with his teeth. He leaned over her to drop it on her chest, then reached down to cup her in his now bare hand. He watched her face contort beautifully in pleasure as he slowly slid a finger inside her, committing her expression to memory. When this date was over, when she had gone home, he would remember that expression while he touched himself.

But right now, he was touching her, sliding a finger in and out of her pussy, before adding another.

"Copia!"

"Yes, bella? Does this feel good? Do you like being fucked by my fingers?"

"Yes!" Her breathing was heavier now, and he could feel her squeeze herself around his fingers. He sped up and circled her clit with his thumb, jaw going a bit slack as he watched her moan and writhe and pant beneath him. What a sight she was...

"Copia...oh my god..."

He leaned down to bite and suck at her neck. "No God here, bella. Just me." He growled in her ear, fingers speeding up even more. "Just me."

"Copia...ohh fuck...yes..." Larysa gripped the edges of the desk, and moved her hips in time with his fingers. "Yes...yes...yes yes yes..."

He could tell she was getting close, so he moved his fingers even faster, thumb swirling faster and more insistently against her clit.

"Cum for me, bella," he breathed, enthralled with the sight of her coming undone for him—because of him.

"Yes...yesyesyesyesYES!" Copia could feel her begin to contract around him, and he kept the pace as Larysa threw her head back, and gasped as she reached her climax. "Fuck!" Her voice was strained with bliss, and it was music to his ears.

His fingers slowed, and eventually stopped, as Larysa came back down from her orgasm, panting and shaking. Pulling his hand away, Copia stared right into her eyes as he stuck his fingers into his mouth, sucking her juices off of them. Delicious.

He licked his lips as Larysa covered her eyes with the back of her hand and turned her head, giggling in post-orgasmic bliss.

"Wow."

"That good, eh?"

"Fucking great." She let her arms flop down beside her as she gazed at him. "Let me guess—that was just a warm up?"

"Si." Copia grabbed her thighs and spread them further apart, eager to fuck her with something other than his hand. Ever since they'd kissed in the hallway, his pants had become painfully tight, and bringing Larysa to orgasm had made them unbearably so. His cock was straining at the laces of his pants, and he knew he couldn't wait any longer. He needed her now.

Pinching the ends of the laces in his fingers, he locked eyes with Larysa, an unspoken agreement between them. Sex. Now.

"Oh, bella..." he tugged at the laces of his pants, loosening them. "I've been wanting this since I met you—"

  A knock on the door interrupted him. He paused, hoping that he had just imagined it, then pulled his hands away from his crotch and sighed as he heard another knock.

Of course. Just his luck.

Another knock again, then "Hey, boss? You in there? Nihil wants to talk to you."

Nihil. That dickhead!

Copia ran a hand down his face and groaned. "I'll be with him in a minute!"

He turned his head back to Larysa, who was now propping herself up on her elbows, an amused look on her face. "I take it we don't have time for a quickie?"

"Sadly, no." Copia rolled his eyes and groaned again. He'd been so close to fucking her. So close. Though his erection had now deflated a bit at the mention of Nihil, he still wasn't flaccid, and he would have to deal with a semi hard-on for the rest of the day. God dammit.

He reached out a hand to help Larysa hop off the desk, and straightened her skirt for her. "I'll call you, yes? So we can pick up where we're leaving off?"

"Sounds like a plan." Larysa kissed him, and Copia felt his cock twitch. Oh, this was torture. "Bye, handsome."

As she opened the door, she smiled at the ghoul standing there—Rain—and sauntered off down the hall, pulling her bolero jacket back on, and whistling to herself.

Rain turned to look at Copia, who was now putting his glove back on, and shrugged apologetically, having worked out what he had just interrupted. "Sorry."

Copia waved a hand at him. "It's okay. I know how the dickhead is."

Rain let out a snort as he escorted Copia down the hall to Nihil's office.

As they reached the doors, Rain held up a hand to stop him. "Uh, Papa?"

"What is it?"

Copia looked down as Rain pointed to the side pocket of his pants. Larysa's thong was visibly peeking out of it. Copia blushed.

"Oh. Ah..." He hurriedly stuffed it down further into his pocket, and cleared his throat. "Right. Let's see what the dickhead wants this time."

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I Never Saw You Coming: Chapter 2

Papa Emeritus IV needs a Prime Mover. Larysa needs a way to keep her cult from dying. They might just be the answer to the other's problem. And they just might fall in love along the way.

Consideration

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  It had been a few days since Copia had met Larysa, and he found himself thinking about her a lot.

Which was no surprise—she was attractive, charming, and she smelled nice. Just those things alone could endear a person to Copia.

There was also just...a certain je ne sais quoi about her. He'd noticed it when she had sat beside him during their "interview", and when he had walked her to the abbey doors following Imperator's interruption.

She had smiled at him just before she left, and it just...did something to him. He couldn't explain it. But it left him feeling good...so good, in fact, the he hadn't been too snippy at the former Papa Nihil when he'd gone into his office (hence Imperator's interruption).

Nihil's words (or meandering personal complaints, really) had been instantly forgotten as soon as he'd left the spectral Papa's office, and he feel asleep that night with Larysa still on his mind.

He was already very attracted to her, and he wanted to see her again.

Maybe this could lead somewhere.

    * * * *

Larysa poured her second cup of coffee of the morning and stretched.

Just a few short days ago, she'd been "interviewed" by a Satanic anti-Pope in his quest to find someone to bear his child.

Despite being of succubus heritage, a lifelong member of a sex cult and its current leader, and every other decidedly not normal thing about her life...she had never imagined that she'd venture down a path like this one.

But hey—she was entering a new phase of her life; her daughter was in university and she had more time to dedicate to herself and to consider what to do with herself. And what else she wanted out of life.

What Larysa wanted, in all honesty, was to truly settle down at some point. She'd spent years sowing her wild oats (even while raising a childm pursuing post-secondary education, and running a cult, neither of which were easy things to do on their own and especially not together), having relationships here and there...it was fun, to be sure, but a new phase of life means new wants and needs.

And what she wanted was a solid partner, someone she could trust and rely on. Someone dedicated and steadfast. And she wanted more kids.

You wouldn't think a slut like her would even want another child, or even the one she'd already had, but she did. She loved Allie beyond all words, and being a mother was very fulfilling for her; raising someone from birth to adulthood was a beautiful (if taxing) experience, and she wanted to do it again.

Plus, she hadn't been looking forward to having an empty nest. Sure, she had a cult to run, but that wasn't the same. It got lonely at home, with no kids running around. Lonely and too damn quiet.

She wouldn't mind hearing the pitter-patter of little feet again. Just the thought of it made her smile.

Another thought that made her smile was Papa Emeritus the Fourth. He was cute, in a nervous-and-dorky kind of way, and he was polite and even kind of charming. He was also of high standing in the Satanic world.

That was another reason why Larysa had answered the ad.

  The Transnational Order of the Succubi had members across the globe...but membership was still down. For whatever reason—the general state of things causing apathy in otherwise potential members, or the rise of conservativism again—people just weren't joining like they used to.

Back in the day, when she was young, the cult had been teeming with members, and had no trouble attracting new ones. Women (and those of other genders) were embracing countercultural movements, which often led them to seek out sex and the occult. Which would often lead them to this cult in particular.

Brothels, sex shops, book stores, music festivals, mailing lists, websites, even good old fashioned word-of-mouth had guaranteed new members.

But not anymore. Now, people were disinterested, broke, apathetic, disconnected, or in lockdown or quarantine. They had no time, desire, patience, or opportunity to seek out sex cults like they used to.

The Transnational Order of the Succubi was shrinking, and set to be defunct earlier that they would've hoped.

People were still being born into the cult, of course. Larysa herself had contributed to that, as had her own mother. But that wasn't happening at a rate that would replenish their ranks anytime soon.

Perhaps associating with the greater Satanic Church could fix that—or at least temporarily slow the shrinking. Or, if it came down to it, she might even suggest merging with it. Not everyone would be happy with that idea, but it was an option that she was keeping on the table.

Better to merge than to disband entirely.

  Setting her coffee cup in the sink, Larysa yawned, stretched again, and made her way into the bathroom.

She had to get ready and make herself look somewhat presentable. She had a Zoom meeting in a few minutes.

    * * * *

Copia drummed his fingers on his desk idly. It was a rare slow day at the abbey, and he found himself having more time to think about Larysa.

She'd been friendly, and polite, and beautiful, and charming, and perhaps even vaguely interested in him.

They'd flirted a bit, and she seemed like Copia's type: confident, sel-assured, charming, and drop-dead gorgeous.

He wanted to see her again. He wanted to talk more with her, to get to know her, to see if they were indeed compatible. And to see if she had anything else in her wardrobe like that dress she'd worn a few days ago. Mrrow.

"You should call her."

Copia looked up at Aether, who was leaning against the doorway, a small smile on his face.

"You liked her, she seemed to like you, so why not?"

Copia waved a hand at him. "It's her move, not mine. I presented the idea to her, and now she decides if she wants to follow up." He hoped she did.

The quintessence ghoul straightened up and turned to leave. "She probably will," he said, over his shoulder.

Not five seconds after Aether left, did Copia's phone ring. And whose voice did he hear on the other end, once he answered?

Larysa's, of course.

Briefly, Copia wondered if clairvoyance was among quintessence ghouls' skillsets, before focusing his attention on the pretty little succubus who did indeed want to see him again.

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