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THE BLOOD DROPPING FROM THE DARK ROSE IS ALWAYS THE SWEETEST

How can a place feel like a home after only one day?

This monster has almost 10.5K words. I have never written so much for a chapter… wow. NSFW +18 minors DNI!!

Warning of probably bad translated Italian, I am so sorry. Kudos to Reverso Context I guess for the translations.

> Tags: Female oral receiving, p in v, a bit of sub Copia but also sometimes dom (you will see), unprotected sex, female masturbation.

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V. SWEET DREAMS (ARE MADE OF THIS)

You woke to the sound of birds singing on Thursday. Well rested and with a very heavy weight on top of you. Copia was snoring like a cartoon character —kinda like ‘sho-mimimimi’— and it made you chuckle. You weren’t so subtle with your amusement as Copia stirred awake to your laughter.

“Buongiorno, colombella mia (good morning my little pigeon). Something the matter?” Copia spoke with a deep morning voice that made your stomach flutter.

“Not much… You snore funny, like a Scooby-Doo character.” You confessed, nudging yourself closer to his chest.

“Well, at least it made you laugh… even if it is a bit embarrassing.” Copia blushed.

“Actually, I think it is cute, very cute in fact, the cutt-” Suddenly, Copia’s lips were on top of yours, kissing you hungrily and you kissed back, not caring about your morning breath. Copia brushed his tongue against your lips and you let him in without protest. Your tongues danced and explored each other’s mouths so deliciously that you could have died happily there and then on his arms.

You made out for a few minutes until you were out of air. Copia gave you a small kiss to your temple and then rested his head on the pillow.

“Cara, now I remember that forgot to tell you something…” You looked up, your forehead brushing Copia’s chin.

“Yeah?”

“Two things actually, pretty important.” You nodded, a bit worried that it had to do with Tebbit. “The first is that the pigeons are perfectly fine and content. Actually, I was checking on them when your friend Sam called me.” You hid your face on Copia’s neck, not wanting to remember the previous day in the slightest. However, you were happy to hear that the little birds were doing ok. At least someone was.

“And the other thing?” Copia looked at you with a warm smile, rays of sun hitting his face making him look almost ethereal.

“I forgot to invite you to tomorrow’s concert, how silly of me. Will you come?” You stood silent for a moment, afraid of making the wrong decision. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to go, you were eager to hear Copia sing live, to experience a Ghost ritual, but there was also the unavoidable presence of the unknown danger. If Tebbit tried to do anything against the church, it would probably be happening during the concert. Despite that, you trusted Copia with all you heart, that was all that mattered for now. Maybe your heart was clouding your mind. Sorry Matty.

“Of course I will, you silly.” You laughed, trying not to show your worry, but Copia frowned.

“What is it? You are not being truthful, cara. I can see it.” You cursed his sixth sense of whatever the heck was that he had that could read you like an open book.

“I am just worried about Tebbit. There is a big possibility that he will try to hurt you during the concert. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you Copia, please. Just…” If he truly could know your thoughts, he gave you the clearest proof in that precise moment.

“I promise that everything will be fine. I promise that you and I and everyone there will be safe. I promise that I won’t let that nasty priest get close to you.” He chanted like a mantra while holding your hands in his. His eyes were shinning with the morning light, contrasting his dark eye makeup with a truthfulness behind his words that made your heart ache. You gently smiled, touching his nose with your finger, just a tiny bop.

“I know… you precious little rat lover.” He laughed at the nickname.

“Rat lover, that I am, I cannot say I am not, very proud of it actually. Now… little, I am far from that, cara.” Copia said with a lustful tone that made your core ache in need and your cheeks flush. “Now that I think about it…“ Copia pondered “I will need to introduce you to my adorable cheese-lovers.” He added without even expanding on his previous comment, making you all flustered and bothered, just like he wanted. Cardinal Copia was an evil man in some ways you had decided then and there, but you liked that about him. It made you think of all the ways he could make you feel like that afterwards, all bothered and flustered and needy just for him. You would surely enjoy and hate it all at the same time. “We will need to leave the introductions for another time, though. We both have things to do.”

“Sure…” You exhaled, too comfortable in his arms to even dare to move.

“I need to get back to my room and get ready for the day. I recommend you do the same. You have clean clothes and a shower you can use through that door.” Copia explained, pointing to the other door in the room that wasn’t the exit. Nonetheless, his explanation wasn’t only for you, it was a conscious reminder for him as well. A plea for him to remember that he had a schedule to follow, even if it was the last thing he wanted to follow in that moment, following you into your need, your lust… that was the only thing he wanted to do. Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your voice.

“Before that, I wanted to ask you something…” Since yesterday, there had been something bugging you. As Matty said, you could not trust Copia completely until he told you the whole truth. Now it was time for him to prove to you that he was being truthful. “Yesterday, when I went to get the flowers with your ‘assistants’, they mentioned something that made me worry a bit, something about having been chosen… by you.” Copia’s face suddenly tensed, all the wires on his mind running a mile per hour trying to find an answer that would satisfy you.

“I will need to talk to those maledetti demoni (fucking ghouls). Si, it is true, I haven’t told you something but… will you allow me until the end of the day to think about how to tell you? It is nothing bad, I promise, but I need to come up with the right words.” You nodded, a bit conflicted. He was really hiding something from you, his real intentions perhaps. Nonetheless, Copia still wanted to explain himself and that was more than the people you were used to did so you were willing to give him the chance. “I can tell you over dinner, if you will have me.” Copia offered and you exhaled in jokingly exasperation.

“Yeah, sure. But I don’t know where anywhere is in this… Ministry? You will have to come and fetch me from… I don’t even know where I will be working today.” You laughed and motioned exaggeratedly trying not to hit Copia with your movements.

“Vero (true), you first take a good shower and get ready, someone will come to pick you up.” Copia spoke, reluctantly getting up from the bed, looking back at your laying form with puppy eyes. For sure he was hopping that you would tell him to come back to it, but both of you really needed a shower.

“Okie dokie, handsome. I will see you later then.” You flirted with a wink and you swore you saw some steam come out of Copia’s already red ears.

“Y-yeah. Have a very good morning, cara. I will be hard! I MEAN I WILL WORK HARD!” You laughed at his antics, still on the bed, so deliciously spread before him. He damned himself for having duties and responsibilities. “BYE!” He said in a very loud tone as he exited the room, closing the door with a very loud crash as very quick steps, almost like running, followed.

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You got ready, loving the warmth of the shower and how it relieved your aching muscles. Under the water your thoughts were going to Tebbit again. He plagued your mind like a computer virus, infecting each and every thought and feeling. You were not willing to let him win so instead of chasing those horrible thoughts you decided to lead your mind towards thoughts about Copia. You thought about how soft his lips were, how his moustache tickledqll those places where he had left kisses on your skin. About how silly and at the same time caring he could be, about the warmth of his body and how his dick would feel inside of you, pulsing as he would come crying your name. About how his chest hairs -you assumed he had of those - would travel all the way to his lower area, about how his tummy would press on your back while he would thrust in and out of you in a rhythmic and blissful motion while you drained your moans on a pillow. About how he would praise you and leave possessive marks on your skin, making you only his, protected from anyone else, protected from all harm.

Luckily for you, the shower head was detachable because you couldn’t take it any longer. You pressed the hot stream of water to your core and it hit all the spots you thought Copia would hit with his fingers, his tongue and lastly with his cock. The need inside of you grew quickly and in a matter of minutes you were undone with wobbly knees and whispering Copia’s name, all sound drained and muted by that of water coming from the shower head. You could barely stand, the pressure and numbness on your bud too much to think straight for a bit.

When you got back to your senses you realized what had just happened, you just came thinking of Copia… — Would that count as praising Satan? He is a member of his church after all— You thought, giggling a bit. What had transpired would be a secret. Maybe you could share it with Copia if the explanations he would later provide were of your liking, you hadn’t decided yet. He would certainly like that, for sure.

Out of the shower you dressed with the clothes that had been provided: a pair of black leggings, white slacks and a black shirt that said VVLGARI. When you put on the shirt you felt as if it had been recently washed, but you also noticed that it was a very well loved shirt. It had been stretched on the collar and it had some food stains that were obviously impossible to get out. Nonetheless, putting it on it gave you a sense of comfort. You would ask later if you could keep it.

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Just as you were finishing drying your hair there was a loud knock on the door, probably it was that person that Copia had told you that would come and fetch you.

You opened the door to encounter an old man with skull make up, something that startled you a bit. The stranger looked briefly at your shirt and smiled warmly, that calmed you down. The old man was certainly a sight to behold, he had long platinum hair which was tucked in a ponytail and he wore some kind of work outfit with overalls and water boots. Despite his age and looks you could tell that he was a handsome fellow.

“Boungiorno, Miss Claire. My name is Primo Emeritus, I will be escorting and helping you this morning.” The man that had introduced himself as Primo gave you a little nod to salute you, that is when you realised that he had the same mismatched gaze as Copia.

“Good morning, it is a pleasure to meet you.” You greeted back.

“The pleasure is all mine. Shall we go then?” He asked.

“Certainly!” You hastily grabbed your trusty notebook, closed the door behind you and followed the old man.

There was silence between you two for a bit. Primo Emeritus seemed like nice person but you had no idea where to begin a conversation with a man like him. You opted to stick to the facts.

“I assume that you will be the one helping me with the flower arrangement?” Primo looked at you briefly without stopping his march.

“Yes, indeed. After my retirement I picked up gardening as a hobby. After a few years I can say that I have something of a green thumb.” You laughed at the comment —What a nice old man— You thought, and your mind went instantly to Matty. You needed to text him after, as well as to Sam. They were probably worried sick about you.

“It is a very nice hobby to have, pretty rewarding too. I have always loved flowers…” You stopped talking suddenly. Some siblings were coming your way and you didn’t want them to overhear your conversation so you kept quiet while Primo gave you a confused look. There was a feeling of displacement inside you when they greeted Primo with the warmest of smiles, but said nothing to you. Primo then understood your behaviour.

“What kind of manners are those?” Primo questioned, stopping in his tracks, making siblings tremble at his loud tone. “Greet our guest! We are polite in this church, siblings…” The group of siblings offered their salutations to you with a tone of regret and you laughed it off saying that it did not matter, but that you appreciated it. After a lot of apologies you continued on your way with Primo. That he had put the spotlight over you wasn’t a bother, you were instead thankful that he had noticed your struggle without you even saying a thing to him. No word was exchanged between the two of you until you reached you destination, but Primo didn’t care because he was instead met with a content smile adorning your lips.

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The place that had been chosen to complete the flowery task was a very Gothic-like greenhouse. It was framed by a very beautiful black metal which accentuated the structure’s height and pointy towers, feeling almost like a church.

“Welcome to my Garden of Nede…” Primo smiled.

“That is just Eden spelled backwards.” You teased.

“Well, here in the Satanic Church we are not as original as some might presume. We just like to mock Christians a bit. It is just a name though…” Primo explained as he opened the door to the building for you.

The greenhouse was also beautiful on the inside. The black contrasted with the greens of the plants and the browns of some wooden pillars that held the weight of the building. In the middle of it all, you observed the flowers you had so carefully chosen to fulfill Copia’s request. They were still intact, which was a blessing considering how much time they had spent traveling.

“When they arrived here yesterday the flowers looked a bit frail so I gave them some of my most nutritious soil and fertiliser. Hope you don’t mind.” Primo explained, kneeling down slowly and feeling the petals on his gloved fingers.

“Oh, of course not. Anything to keep them alive longer. They even look better than when I picked them up. I must ask you for that fertiliser recipe! It would certainly help me a lot.”

“Of course! Whatever you might need. About that, please tell me your plans about this flower arrangement and how might I be of assistance to you.” You nodded and handed him the notebook with your notes and sketches.

Primo inspected the little book, giving little nods as he read. At certain moments he got the book closer to his face, he probably needed glasses you thought. After finishing his thorough inspection of your plans he gestured for you to follow him. He led you to a big wooden table with some cute wooden green chairs, like those you find in cottages in the middle of the Highlands. You sat on one of the chairs and Primo did the same, then he spoke again.

“You have a very ambitious project ahead, it is best that we get comfortable. Would you like something to drink or a snack?”

“I haven’t had breakfast so a coffee would be absolutely delicious.”

“How do you take it?” You blushed a bit to the question.

“Em, warm coffee, cold milk, no sugar…”

“Really? My fratello takes it the same way…” You arched an eyebrow, questioning what he meant.

“Brother?”

“Yes, Cardinal Copia is my half-brother. I have two other brothers…” Then, suddenly, a light bulb turned on in your mind.

“You then are one of the previous singers of Ghost?! Copia mentioned you when he told me about the band.” You excitedly commented.

“Si, we picked up the project after our father retired. I was the first of us to carry on with the legacy. That seems like eons ago now.” Primo said with a tone of sadness and melancholy. You could see in his eyes that he missed it, he missed the project, he missed performing and making everyone sing and dance to his music. That needed to be left behind but now he had his plants. “Well”— Primo exhaled after a long silence “I will go ask one of the ghouls for that coffee and a tea for me. I will be right back.”

You were left there, alone amongst the flowers. You felt at peace, all the aromas and the warmth were evolving you like a warm blanket. It was as if in another life you had been a flower, delicate and beautiful, until someone had come and had plucked all your petals, making you wither and incapable of love. It had taken time to get your petals back, a lot of effort and time, but some of the petals were starting to grow anew. There were people out there that treated you with care and compassion, that was what made you flourish again into a beautiful flower, a rose you decided, because roses also have thorns. There was beauty to you but also danger, you didn’t let a lot of people get close to you, not many knew your true self. Those injured in the way bled before your eyes, ever regretting trying to get to know you, but you also bleed, even if they didn’t see it.

Primo came back, you spotted him from the corner of your eye. You dreaded to move as a tear was beginning to form in the corner of your eye, waiting for a sudden move to fall.

“It will take a bit, the kitchen was already closed but I still have some authority around here.” He showed off and you smiled, quickly removing the already formed tear making it look as if something had gotten into your eye.

“Thank you. You are all so nice around here.” Primo bitterly smiled.

“Well, we do still have manners if that is what you are implying. Not many people nowadays do, that is true. Shall we begin then?”

“Sure!” You responded with a nod, agreeing with his statement.

You worked perfectly together. Primo was delicate and skilled, putting together the flowers and leaves with an incomparable care. He truly loved plants. Your plans were followed to perfection and soon you had half of the first arrangement done. Just when you decided to take a break a tall and imposing man with skeleton makeup entered the greenhouse carrying two mugs, one of them steaming hot.

-“Fratello! They forgot to bring you the drinks. Tell me who you ordered them to and I will make sure to reprimand them.” The menacing man spoke. — He said fratello again…—

“Non preoccuparti (don’t bother), I am glad that you brought them instead, Secondo. I can introduce you to our guest now that you are here.” Primo explained. “This is Claire, she has been tasked with making the floral arrangement Copia ordered for tomorrow’s ritual. Claire, this is my brother, Secondo Emeritus.”

“Oh!” You exclaimed. “It’s a pleasure to meet you!” You smiled at him. Secondo placed the cups on the wooden table with care and grabbed your hand, bringing it to his lips just as Copia had done to you a few times before.

“The pleasure is all mine, piccolo fiore (little flower).” Secondo said and it made you blush. —How come the men of this family are all so flirtatious?— You wondered.

“Fratello, please.” Primo looked to Secondo raising his brow and Secondo let go of your hand.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Secondo responded with a knowing glance to his brother. You picked up the coffee mug and gave it a sip. “So, Claire… What are your intentions with my little brother?” You spitted out the coffee at the question.

“SECONDO!” Primo shouted, scolding him. Secondo just laughed at your reaction, getting all the answers he wanted with just a simple and quite disgusting action. Your face turned red and all words escaped your brain. A full on blue screen. “Leave her be, you are such a busybody! You only want to tease to then tell to your wife!” Secondo looked offended, but it seemed like Primo had hit the jackpot.

“And you are such a goody-two-shoes, fratello. Sometimes it feels impossible that we come from the same father. And no, I wasn’t going to tell Marzia, I was going to tell Terzo. He has been asking me about it all freaking week, it is driving me insane.” Secondo explained but just in that instant the door to the greenhouse opened again.

“You are such a fottuto stronzo, fratello (fucking asshole, brother)! Outing me like that?! I feel betrayed. I just wanted to know.” A third man with skeleton makeup spoke.

“You could have asked yourself, you moron!” Secondo spat back to the new member of the conversation. Was that how it felt to have a real family? —you wondered— People that you get to speak about your concerns and worries, to then be comforted and laugh it all off together? Honestly, it seemed like the greatest feeling in the world.

“I just worry about him! He has been so out of it these past few months that it was painful!” The last man to enter was probably the final brother you needed to meet. He had it all, the flirtatious looks, the attitude and the skull makeup. He was beautiful. His brothers were handsome but he had an ethereal beauty to him, like a fallen angel. He noticed you eyeing him because he gave you a cheeky wink. “My name is Terzo, cara, no need to advert your gaze, I don’t charge a single cent. This is all free.” He said gesturing to his body and it made you feel self conscious but you said nothing in return, your cheeks now red with embarrassment.“As it seems that the cat has eaten your tongue, I will take my shot and ask you something and maybe that will help you loosen up… Cara, do you like Copia?” You blushed even more. The peaceful moment of making a flower arrangement had deranged into an full-on interrogatory.

“I-” You only said a syllable but all three of the Emeritus brothers turned to look at you with curiosity. “I do like him.” There it was, the resolution they wanted from you. “He is a very nice person, a bit silly but also caring” Your gaze went to your feet. “He makes me feel seen and loved… Even though I haven’t known him for long, there is a feeling inside of me telling me that I need to keep him in my life, in any way possible. I don’t want to lose him. It is like we are meant to be…” The confession came out quickly, words mixing together, but the message was clear to them, you did care about their little fratello.

“Bene! I trust you, cara… Please don’t hurt Copia, he actually responds better to positive stimuli… If you get want I mean.” Terzo spoke and you hid your face in your hands, redder than you had ever been until that moment.

“Idiota (idiot), if you got nothing better to do than interrupting us, then take a sit and start helping.” Primo said, looking at his brothers with a disappointed stare.

“Va bene (ok)…” Both Secondo and Terzo exhaled at the same time and then he seated at the table. You laughed at the fact that they were so easy manipulated by their older brother.

Once everyone was ready you began to explain with a lot of detail what you wanted them to do. How the colours coordinated and what was the best way to connect the stems and leaves. It took Secondo a couple of tries to get it but Terzo was a natural, he had very skilled fingers but you refused to ask where he had acquired such skill. The four of you spent the whole day with the arrangement but food was brought to you at lunchtime so you could get a little break. The brothers were extremely nice to you, they told you about their respective eras as the front men for Ghost, what they liked to do and what they missed. You wondered if Copia would feel the same once is time as the head of Ghost was up. Judging by his brother’s explanations, it was a very demanding job but it also was quite addicting. When their time was up, the Emeritus brothers had to find something else to do, something to spend their days while the next brother in line enjoyed the spotlight. For Primo was gardening, Secondo confessed to have picked up woodcarving as a hobby—a nice distraction while his wife knitted— and Terzo was very fond of cooking.

“And what is your favourite animal, piccolina (little one)?” Secondo suddenly asked.

“Pigeons.” You responded. “I actually have to see a nest that Copia told me was in one of your trees. He hasn’t taken me to see it yet, though.” Secondo only hummed in acknowledgment. “What about you?” You asked back, trying to keep the conversation going.

“It will sound stereotypical, but I really like goats. They are chaotic sons of bitches but so very cute.” You and the two other brothers chuckled.

“Oh, Terzo!” You exclaimed and he hummed, very focused on his task. “I really like Cirice! I think that is one of yours? I haven’t heard to all your songs guys, but for now that is my favourite I think!” Terzo raised his head to look at you and smiled widely at the compliment.

“Thank you, cara. I won a Grammy for that album…” Terzo commented and Second exhaled in exasperation.

“Here we go again…”

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You had a very pleasant afternoon, putting the last finishing details to the arrangement. However, there were more flowers than anticipated so many of them were left without a purpose. You pondered what to do.

“Maybe you could do something extra for Copia?” Terzo suggested.

“Si, like a bouquet!”Primo exclaimed. “I am sure he would love that.” Your stomach fluttered at the idea. A precious bouquet for a precious person. Maybe that would help thanking Copia for everything he was doing for you.

“It is a great idea, I think there are even more flowers… What if I add a flower crown to the gift?” You suggested Terzo threw his hand at the air with excitement.

“YES! I want to see Copia with a flower crown… and then tease him for the rest of his days about it.”

“I don’t think he would care… He probably will like it.” Added Secondo.

“Maybe… I still want to see it!” Terzo exclaimed and Primo exhaled exasperatedly.

“Claire… by any chance… could you teach me how to do a flower crown? I think it would be a nice present for my wife.” You nodded vigorously, in reality Secondo was a softy, even if his looks suggested otherwise.

The rest of the afternoon was spent making the presents for Copia and an extra one for Secondo’s wife. The final products were two beautiful black flower crowns and an unexpectedly big bouquet with an assortment of all flower colours that you had picked (black, white and red). However, the bouquet was lacking something… a deeper meaning. You raised your concerns to Primo and he absented himself for a few minutes. What he brought back was a box full of forget-me-nots, a beautiful and delicate small blue flower that symbolises remembrance, devotion and true love. You looked at Primo and he nodded. You nodded back.

After a few minutes the bouquet was finished, a mesmerising collection of flowers. The plan was to hand the presents to Copia once the concert was over. You beamed with anticipation and excitement. Would he like them? Would he kiss you passionately in response? You had to wait until the end of the ritual to know.

The sun started to set when a ghoul came to fetch you.

“To dine? Already? I haven’t even changed… I want to look more presentable…” You said.

“Talking about looks… Where did you get that T-shirt cara?” Secondo asked.

“It was with the pile of clothes I was given… There wasn’t any other option. I actually like it a lot, it is very comfortable…” You explained.

“I can imagine… You don’t need to change. Copia will love that you wore his T-shirt…” Terzo added with a smirk.

“W-What?! His T-shirt?! He said nothing of the sort! I thought it was just a spared one form lost and found!” You exclaimed, heat raising to your cheeks once more.

“Yeah, he saw the opportunity I guess. But it is true, you don’t need to change, he will love it. Also, no need to worry about the arrangement and the presents, we will take care of them and carry them to the venue tomorrow.” Primo explained, and you nodded, a little lightheaded. “Go and have a fantastic dinner, I am sure our fratello has prepared something wonderful.” He concluded.

“Yeah, ok… I sure will. Will I see you tomorrow?” You asked the brothers. They looked at each other in silent reunion.

“We will figure something out, ok cara?” Terzo said and the other two nodded in affirmation. You had never felt so at home as you had done with them that day, it was life changing. Their constant laughs and their picking at each other, it was something straight out of a family movie — even if the subjects did not look family friendly— and you wanted to be part of something like that so badly… Maybe now you could have it, maybe you could stay with them. If they needed more flowers, if they needed anything from you… you could stay.

Saying your goodbyes to the Emeritus brothers you followed the ghoul, or better said ghoulette. Her name was Cumulus. She was voluptuously gorgeous and graceful, the silver mask also giving her an air of mystery — as it did for all the rest of the ghouls—. Before you went to the dinner, you asked if you could go back to your room to make a couple of calls. Cumulus obliged.

Back to your room your seated on your bed, phone in hand, shaking a bit. You needed to tell them that you were fine, but you dreaded to contact them in case something had happened. Turning on your screen revealed several messages from Sam and a couple dozens of calls from Matty. You decided to call him first.

“Thank goodness! Are you ok?! A customer told me what happened yesterday. I am going to murder that pretentious fucking priest!” His worry and anger brought tears to your eyes but you also smiled at the feeling of feeling cared about.

“Yes, I am ok… I don’t have much time to talk. Just know that I am in a safe place…”

“Can I know where exactly? Just so I know how to reach you in case something happens…” Matty said.

“I am staying with Cardinal Copia, Matty. It was the safest option…” You confessed.

“I don’t like that… I assume you can imagine. If the plans of that nasty priest revolve around destroying that Satanic church, maybe it isn’t the best place to stay, dear.” It was true, but you didn’t have a choice.

“I know… we will figure something out. I am safe for now.”

“I guess. Please keep me updated, ok?”

“Yeah…” you smiled “thank you for worrying, Matty.”

“How couldn’t I? You are like the daughter we never had…” A warm stream of tears descended through your cheeks.

“I am sorry, I shouldn’t have said that… even if it is true.” Matty said as a response to hearing your sobs.

“They are happy tears, thank you so much for caring, truthfully.”

“No worries, dear. Take care.”

“You too.”

Giving yourself no time to process the conversation with Matty, you called Sam.

“Jeez, Claire!!! Are you ok?!”

“…yes” you managed to say, some hiccups escaping you as you tried to breath steadily “I am fine now, Sam. Everything is ok.”

“Is that Cardinal treating you ok? When I saw those assistants of his I wasn’t quite sure if I had made the right decision calling him.”

“You did, you did. I am fine. Copia is treating me great, well I haven’t seen him much today, but I had a good time here.”

“I am glad… If ANYTHING happens… If he touches a single hair of your head, I swear…” Heat rose to your cheeks, thinking about what had happened yesterday, and that morning, and what you wanted to do to Copia that night…

“Yeah well, we are both adults…”

“Claire… you didn’t…”

“We didn’t even get to third base, I promise.”

“But you plan to…”

“I guess?”

“CLAIRE, USE PROTECTION!!” She screamed.

“SAM, PLEASE!!” You screamed back. Sam stood silent.

“We will…” You whispered. “I have to go no, I will try to talk to you tomorrow, but it is going to be pretty hectic…”

“Please do, and be careful ok?”

“Yes, thank you so much for caring about me…”

“We have to stick together against assholes… and you are pretty great.” You smiled at that.

“You are pretty great as well. Talk to you soon.”

“Bye Claire…”

You hanged the phone, you feelings stirring in your chest. You had good people in your life. You deserved that love. You were cared for. With new resolve and a swift motion you got up the bed and went straight to the door finding Cumulus there still waiting for you.

“Come on, it’s dinner time.”

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Cumulus opened the big doors to a private room next to the common dinning hall and then was Copia, seated at the only table in the room. The atmosphere was textbook romantic: red tablecloth, bottle of red wine cooling off with some ice, the only light of the room was that of some lit up black candles and a single red rose adorning the table.

The instant the door opened Copia was already looking at you, he was fully red and you assumed it had to do with you wearing his shirt. He tried to stand up quickly to greet you and he almost feel by stepping on the tablecloth, making the vase with the rose fumble a bit.

“Merda! Scusi… (Shit! Sorry…)” At his almost fall you rushed to get him, trying to avoid him hitting the ground. He luckily steadied himself before your assistance was needed.

“You ok?” You smiled at him. “That was dangerous…”

“Si, I am fine cara. Thank you… Hi!” Copia smiled at you brightly.

“Hi!” You said back, smiling even bigger, your heart filling bigger in your chest. He looked so beautiful in the candlelight… Eyes flickering, dimples on the corners of his mouth, freckles spread all over his face and his hair a bit ruffled after his biretta had fallen because to his unfortunate trip and almost fall.

“Are you hungry?” Copia asked.

“I am positively starving!” He chuckled.

“Then prepare to have the best meal of your life.” Copia took you to the desk and slid the chair for you to sit. You thanked him and he bowed in appreciation. “Did you have a good day, cara?” Copia asked putting a hand under his chin in curiosity once he was seated.

“I did. I met your brothers! They are very kind and a bit flirtatious, but mostly kind…” You answered and some of the colour on Copia’s face drained.

“You did? I mean… of course you did! Did they say anything inappropriate to you? I will have a word with them if that is the case.”

“No, it’s fine, we mostly chatted about ourselves. Oh! And I really like your shirt, your brothers told me it was yours. It is very comfy.” You said hugging yourself for a bit. Copia shifted in his seat with a cough.

“I-I am s-so very glad, cara.” Copia said nothing for a bit, the silence heavy between you two. Just as he was about to speak again a couple of ghouls entered the room carrying tasty looking plates of pasta al pesto.

The dinner was absolutely delectable. Apart from the pasta you also ate a very nice salad with fresh cheese, homemade bread and vanilla panna cotta as a dessert. Copia and you chatted about yourselves during the whole dinner, Copia purposefully avoiding his confession until the last dish. When the panna cotta was completely gone from your plate and you were left with a content slime he started to talk:

“I have been thinking about tomorrow’s concert for a while now, cara. How would we do it, where was it going to take place, how were we going to decorate it… That is when you came in. You see, I knew about you well before we officially met. I assume you remember my assistants, they are what we call here ghouls. Their origins are a bit unorthodox… lets just say that they inhabit a body that has lost its soul. That is how Imet you.” You blinked, trying to focus on everything he was saying, trying to make sense of it. “Sister Imperator insisted that we needed new ghouls and she put me in charge of finding the appropriate bodies. I was talking to a friend of mine at the crematorium and there I saw you, hugging an old man who had lost his wife.” Copia was there when you delivered the funeral ward to Matty? The shock was visible on your face, but you said nothing, allowing Copia to finish his story. “I was entranced by you, by how gentle and thoughtful you were and then I saw the funeral ward and I just knew. You were meant to create the decorations for the concert. It was as if the Dark One had spoken to me, clear as day.” You kept silent, your face unreadable at that point. “I walked in front of your store many, many times after that, trying to build up the courage to enter, but I never could. Each time..” He continued, but suddenly stopped as if he had made a mistake, completely red in the face. “I actually remember a few times that-” Copia stopped there again, a small laugh escaping him. “-that I saw you dancing around your store while you prepared bouquets, sei adorabile e mi sono innamorato di te ancora di più (you are adorable and I fell for you even more).” You looked at him, equal parts enamoured and confused. “In the end I didn’t gather the courage to go in as you can imagine, but I had to do something. That was when I sent the two sisters of sin to book your services. I was so happy when I learned that you had accepted that I couldn’t sleep for two days straight thinking that I would be able to talk to you at last… And now, here we are.” Copia looked at you, waiting for a response.

“I don’t know what to say Copia…” He looked a bit disappointed but also understanding.

“That is okie dokie, just take your time.”

You stayed silent, trying to make sense of everything. Copia’s assistants were basically zombies. Satan had ‘convinced’ him into hiring you. He knew of you for at least two months before you even spoke to him. He had seen you dancing in your store… He also had been truthful and it seemed that he had a crush on you since minute one. At the realization you blushed, deeply. Your face had become a furnace, shinning and ready to cook and egg.

“I-” you started saying and Copia looked at you with big hopeful eyes. “I am not going to lie to you Copia, all this is so out of my comfort zone…” you laughed “but I can see that you are genuine, that you have no malice regarding your feelings towards me. You are just an adorably awkward dork that has feelings for a girl… and that girl might have feelings for the dork as well…” you whispered but you knew that Copia had heard you loud and clear because his face instantly transformed into a beam of happiness and adoration.

“Tesoro mío (my treasure)“ he began, voice strong and steady “I adore you deeply and unconditionally, I am not afraid to tell you anymore! You are the most beautiful rose that these old tired eyes have ever witnessed and… I want to take care of you, make you laugh and make you smile so wide that you forget everything that has ever caused you any pain.” The beating of your heart drained most sounds around you but Copia’s voice was reaching you like thunder and lightning, striking you in place. “And if something hurts you in the future I want to be there next to you to help you back to your feet, to nurse you back to health, to be the shoulder you can lean to cry or to rest, to be the body you can hug whenever you feel tired or drained… I want to be all that for you, cara…” You simply nodded, tears pricking your eyes, you felt so overwhelmingly loved that you could have fainted in that very moment.

Copia rose to his feet and knelt beside you, grabbing your face with both hands.

“Can I kiss you, Claire?” He asked, his eyes glinting with love.

“Y-you s-silly l-little rat man, of c-course.” You managed to say in between sobs.

He reached for you, pulling his body upwards to meet your lips, appreciating the tingly sensation of your lips bruising his, his nose touching yours and his lungs breathing the same air as you did. With eagerness and hunger you cupped his face and closed the gap that existed between your mouths.

You had kissed Copia before, but this was a new type of kiss. He was putting all his feelings to that kiss, the same as you. There was no tongue, no deeper exploration of your mouths. It was not that kind of kiss. It was a kiss that sealed a promise, a promise that Copia was willing to dedicate his life to to fulfill it.

“It is quite late, maybe we should go to bed…” You said after breaking the kiss, eyes still closed and with content look on your face.

“It-it is…” Copia muttered with disappointment. “I should take you to your room, tomorrow is going to be a big day…” The attempt to flirt flew straight over his head.

“Copia… maybe I could sleep in your bed?” You said more directly. Copia froze, beads of sweat forming on his very red face.

Copia led you through the dark stone corridors, going up to what seem almost the last store of the abbey. During the whole journey Copia had stood in front of you, rushing the both of you towards your destination. That wasn’t enough fun for you, you wanted to tease him until he was just a puddle. Revenge for how bothered he had left you that very same morning.

“I- I- I… really?” You nodded to his question and with a quick jump only comparable to that of a child that just got told that there was pizza for dinner, Copia rose to his feet. “YEAH, em I mean, of course, cara…” Copia extended his hand and you took it with excitement.

“You know, I think that what I have enjoyed the most of this Ministry of yours is your showers…” You couldn’t see Copia’s face but you felt his steps slowing down just a bit. “Yeah, the heat is perfect… the pressure too, it hits all the right spots you know…” Copia chocked on his own spit. “It was just the perfect valve for how bothered somebody had left this morning, I had to do something… I just hope that nobody heard me…” You finished with a slutty tone and batting your eyelashes, even if Copia could not see you.

It was too much for him. Still grabbing your had he turned around and pushed you to the nearest wall, pinning your hand over your head and grabbing the other one and putting it over his growing member.

“Satana, what a tease you are, huh? You want me to fuck your pretty little cunt right here in the fucking cold stone walls where anybody could hear how needy you are? Or would you like to wait to get to my room and for me to fuck you senseless over and over again screaming my name?”

You didn’t recognise him at all, his tone was low, his white eye was the only one visible in the darkness of the corridor and his almost hard cock was pressing on your hand. With a little squeeze of your hand and a gulping sound on your part Copia released his grasp.

He put you down just as you arrived to a big mahogany door. The only barrier between you and his bed. Words were again something that you could speak so you did.

“What happened? Did the cat eat your tongue, dolcezza?” You were flabbergasted, glued to the ground. Your knees were shaky and the wetness of your core was becoming even uncomfortable to walk. At your sudden halt Copia decided to pick you up bridal style and carry you to his quarters.

“Can I come… in?” Your words were slow and your tone sensual. Copia’s keys fell to the ground.

“Copia, what are y-” the question couldn’t even leave your mouth. As soon as Copia had opened the door his mouth was on yours, hungry and possessive.

“Satana, sta succedendo davvero? Non essere sciocco e rimetterti in sesto! (Satanas, is it really happening? Don’t be a fool and get it together!)” Copia murmured in Italian while opening the door without looking at you, all his previous confidence gone, embarrassed that he had dropped his keys.

You had no need to ask, but you had the need to be his, to let him do whatever he desired to you. You had dinner but you were already hungry for the second dessert. You hadn’t even crossed the door when you parted in need of air but in Copia’s eyes you found the same hunger, there was also a tint of adoration and an insane amount of lust. His pupils almost covered his irises of how wide they had gotten making him look almost cat-like.

“Please, come on in.” Copia invited with faulty breaths, thoughts racing a mile per hour and heart pounding out of his chest. He could not believe that you were about to be his, he had dreamed about you for months, your face and body blessing his days and nights. His brothers had noticed his daydreaming and his lack of sleep. When he had finally confessed the cause of his ailment? his brothers had been supportive but still careful, warning him about the dangers outside of the congregation and how someone from the outside couldn’t probably be trusted. He had agreed with them then, but on the inside he really didn’t care. For all he cared you could take him to the depths of hell and he would thank you for it.

Shyness overtook you when you stepped into Copia’s room. It was modest but still elegant. The main piece of furniture was without a doubt the bed. It was obvious that Copia liked to sleep well. The bed was a queen size, the frame was a dark brown almost black colour with plenty of details and decorations carved into it. Shinny red sheets covered the mattress and on top there laid so many freaking pillow you almost considered it absurd. He was really a rat man.

Opposite to you, Copia regained his confidence once he entered his room. He was in his domain and he would do anything you ever asked of him. He saw how shy you were, how tiny you had become in that new environment so he decided to start slow.

“Take off your cape” You began, and Copia untangled himself from you, very slowly opening the cape of his cassock and letting it fall to the ground.

“Dolcezza, you are so beautiful” He said grabbing your hand and lacing the other around your waist, pressing himself into your back, almost like a nest “I want to pleasure you,” he chanted kissing your palm “I want to kiss every single inch of skin of your body” he continued by kissing the pulse in your wrist “I want you to feel so loved” he said, leaving kisses all over your arm until he reached your neck “but I also want for you to feel comfortable…” He kissed a spot on the curve of your neck that made you shiver in anticipation. “Could you tell me what to do, cara? I want to follow your instructions. Take the lead, per favore.” He whispered, his lips still on your neck, leaving kisses and tiny bites that for sure would show in the morning. You could only nod to his request. “Vene…”

“Continua (go on)” He said as you turned to look at him.

“Help me with my shoes” You ordered, sitting on your bed. He dropped to the ground and very slowly undid the laces of your sports finally getting your feet out. You groaned at the feeling of his firm hands on your feet. “Now the socks” He grinned, getting his mouth close to them and grabbing the fabric with his teeth, pulling slowly until both your feet were bare. You looked at him with a bit of a weird face.

“I do not have a feet fetish, love. I just want to appreciate every single part of you…” He whispered kissing your ankle this time and you blushed again. He stopped there, massaging your feet, patiently waiting for your next order.

“Take off your shirt” You said with a smile and Copia just nodded. Firstly, he pulled out his collar in one swift motion that made you grind your thighs in need. Then, his gloved fingers worked meticulously on his buttons and you could only marvel at the idea of how they would feel inside you. Would they even fit? The fabric seemed thick but also soft, you were really eager to try.

Once he finished, he pulled the shirt from his pants, he took both of his arms out and the piece of clothing fell delicately to the ground. Copia was left only with a pair of black suit pants and a white undershirt that showed the definition of his muscles and… part of his hairy chest —oh my Satan— A gold chain with an inverted crucifix was the acing on the cake for you, it dangled on top of his pecs and you just wanted to hold it in your mouth while you rode him senseless. Copia looked at you, still patient but now less patient because he felt more naked than you were, something needed to change.

“My pants… take them off…” The petition came of you in fragments, each word slow and at the end you dropped to the bed and lifted your legs for him to have an easier access. Copia got close to you so you opened your legs for him. He positioned himself between your legs and helped you with your pants. At the friction of your pants coming off his dick twitched, feeling it on your exposed skin.

You were left only on his shirt and your underwear. Copia’s eyes widened at the sight with lust as did his half hard cock, pulsing in his pants becoming and a full mast in an instant. His patience was almost gone, the need to touch you growing with each passing second. He practically crawled at you, laying on top of you he kissed every part of exposed skin that he could find.

“Be mine, Claire. You have poised my thoughts, every single second of every day I have thought about you, so please be fucking mine.” He growled when he reached your neck and you moaned for him.

“I am yours, Copia. I need you…” You said with desperation.

“Prove it, dolcezza.” In an instant you took Copia's gloved hand and guided it towards your aching and wet core. He could feel it even through the fabric of his leather gloves and he groaned at the knowledge of you wanting him so badly, as much as he wanted you.

“Sei peccato puro, ti loderò come meriti (you are pure sin, I will praise you like you deserve)” You didn’t understand what he said, but actions certainly speak louder than words.

He trailed down following the path of kisses he had given you on his way up, only this time you felt the fire on his lips and a tingly sensation lingering where he placed them, you were longing for more, almost suffering in anticipation and in need of more contact. Once he was back in between your legs Copia felt like he had found his true calling. You panties were drenched in your juices and the sight made his dick hurt. He parted the fabric with his fingers and took in the sight while also taking a big breath smelling the scent of you. Copia started to kiss you then, just where you wanted, but not how you wanted. The kissed were teasingly slow and almost ghost like, his lips gracing your folds with a small peck each time. You groaned impatiently and he chuckled. He wanted to give everything to you so he obliged, leaving his teasing aside. His kisses became more passionate, his whole face was in your pussy and you were sure that all his lipstick had to be gone at that point. He licked you bottom to top and then presses a fervent kiss to your bud. The motion made you gasp. Then, he went down again, putting his whole tongue in your entrance drinking you like a dying man lost in a desert.

“Please, Copia, more…” You pleaded and he hummed, entering you with one of his fingers. His mouth went back to your clit and his finger worked in and out of you. It felt thick and soft, he heat and juices of your pussy made it so easy for him to move. You were so open for him, taking him so well that he dared to insert a second finger. It was unexpected and you arched your back in pleasure. Copia’s other hand rose from a spot he had found on your leg to your belly, keeping you in place. It was too much for both of you. Copia kept a quick rhythm with his fingers and tongue, circling and kissing your clit. Your felt the tightness building up, something that he also felt around his finger so he continued his praising, humming into you. During the whole ordeal your forearms were covering your face but with the sounds that he was making you threw a hand to his hair and pulled vigorously, making Copia moan. That did it for you, you let yourself loose on his finger and mouth and he drank you fully, ending with a satisfying huff.

“Delizioso, cosi dolce (delicious, so sweet)” Copia said going back to kiss your mouth tasting yourself on his tongue and moustache.

“Copia” You murmured between uneven breaths “more…” Copia looked at you, his fully erect member had been neglected for too long. So, you helped him out of his pants and boxers. He had not lied when he had said that he was big, not only that but he was also thick and had a slight tilt to the left. The time in confinement had made it a dark shade of pink and precum was oozing from it.

“Cara, do you want me to…?” The question died on his lips when you spoke.

“I am on the pill, no worry… and I trust you…”

“I am clean, cara. Just wanted to know what you preferred.” You thanked him for that, but you wanted more, needed more, needed to feel only him. Reassuring him, you took your hands straight to his bare ass, guiding him towards your entrance once more.

Slowly he entered, fitting in you so perfectly that you almost wanted to cry of pure happiness.

“Cazzo (fuck)” Copia said in a whisper. He stretched your walls but stopped at a certain point letting you get used to him. Once you were ready you nodded and he continued pushing until he was buried in the depths of you. He stood there for a while, kissing your lips until you told him to move. He started slow, getting himself out a bit and then pushing in with a swift movement. He repeated the action, each time getting himself more and more out of you to then get deeper and deeper. Once he found a pace that made you shut your eyes he kept it, thrusting with his hips, knees deep in the mattress. To steady yourself you threw your legs on top of him, encircling him also with your arms, going straight for his neck.

You huffed and moaned under him and Copia felt so ablaze that he could have cum just by hearing you. While your mouth was open but your eyes were still shut you felt somethings dangling over your face. Satan had heard your silent prayers, he knew you wanted something in your mouth, so you took it in your and sucked, twirling it around like a lollipop. The taste was metallic so you knew for certain that it had to be the crucifix. In his own bliss, Copia took notice and looked directly to your eyes. As if feeling watched you opened your own and looked at him as well.

Copia’s hair was a mess, as was his makeup but he looked so beautiful, so perfect, so frustrated but also so at peace…

“You are so fucking perfect, Claire.” He said, each thrust more passionate. “And also so dirty, a dirty whore for me. Touching yourself in the shower thinking of me… completely naked, water dripping from your body… and now you are wearing my fucking shirt and you are going to cum wearing my fucking shirt.”

You smiled, wanting to give him something, to push him over the edge. You opened your mouth to show him your work. Copia produced a guttural moan at the sight of his crucifix soaked in your saliva. “Cazzo, fuck, fucking hell…”

After that, Copia’s thrusts became more passionate and erratic, the pace that he had set was long gone. He was chasing both of your releases but he was so close… he needed to wait for you to finish first, to feel you come undone around his cock, milking him into oblivion.

You pressed him harder into you and Copia used his last bits of strength to get to hit every single spot that could make you scream his name.

“C-Copia ah, please, I want- fuck me ah… ah” You moaned.

You needed nothing more, your body shaking in pleasure, feeling so light and happy. You released a breath you did not know you were holding, still lost in your bliss. Copia followed you soon after with his own release, the feeling of your walls pulsing around him too much to hold. He was right, you milked him so good that he almost wanted to die right there and then, inside of you.

“Do it, cara, for me. Do it.” Copia responded, almost out of breath.

You stayed like that for a while, Copia on top of you just like when you awoke that morning, his weight and warmth were a welcome present now that the room was begging to feel cold. He nested his head on your neck, threatening to fall asleep. A few minutes passed and Copia rolled to the side, spent and still breathless. It took a bit for him to get up, but he finally got it done, his back hurting like hell. The concert was going to be painful but he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Copia went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel to clean you.

He was delicate with his motions, cleaning his seed from where it has spilled on your thighs. You appreciated the aftercare and gave him a sleepy smile. The need for sleep was winning your desire to talk to Copia, to stay awake and look at him.

Somehow Copia managed to pull the covers of the bed over your body. Very slowly he went under the covers himself, trying not to bother you too much as he could see how tired you truly were. He pulled you against him and you snuggled him for a bit until you found the perfect position. Copia turned out the lights as best as he could and went back to you, caressing your hair and making you fall into a deep sleep.

“Buona note, amore mio (good night, my love).”

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At that very same moment, not too far away, two men were discussing something in a dark alley.

“Do you think this will work, father?”

“Oh, certainly. God punishes those who strain from his path. Those who are against him must be punished. His hand guides me, my child. I am just a mere too, but God’s tools do not fail. They must atone for their sins with their lives.”

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It is done woooooo!!! I hoped you enjoyed as always, this has been a challenge for me. I don’t usually write such long chapters, but inspiration overtook me. I am also not very proficient in writing smut so if anything felt weird I am sorry, I need to work on it.

I also know that the female character is more like an OC at this point so I will probably change tags and thinks like that in the near futute.

I will check the grammar and everything tomorrow again, I am very tired.

Thank you so so much for reading and have a good one!

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