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copias-sewer-rat · 6 months

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COPIA'S SEWER RAT RECOMMENDATIONS PT.1

This has been a long time comming! I wanted to take the time to create a long post not only with fic recommendations but also other stuff. The Ghost community is so talented that I needed time to gather all of the amazing projects and ideas that flutter around.

(This even took longer than anticipated because just when it was almost ready some of the authors in this list posted some freaking MASTERPIECES and I needed to add them as well, obviously.)

I plan to do a post like this from time to time with new discoveries, so please if you don't follow/know these creators, please check them out. Furthermore, if there is someone you think I have missed or that you would like for me to check out, please, let me know. I am always eager to know more amazing creators.

(please be aware that some of the fics and artists I will be talking about write some very nasty, yet amazing, stories/art so please always check their tags and tws before diving in).

next part | my masterpost

📝WRITING

Let's start with one of the backbones of this amazing community: @da-rulah and her gorgeous and deliciously nasty fics. Please go read Rituale Septem and Confessional if you haven't already. Her hcs and drabbles are also so so good, you should read everything she has written, you won't be dissapointed.

Now, the wonderful, amazing writer that is @her-satanic-wiles. I have become her personal and most ardent supporter this October (if you could not tell by how much I have reblogged and liked her stuff smh). Her Kinktober challenge this year has been an absolute delight so I leave you with her mastrerlist so you can check her out on your own.

Now, my beloved, the amazing writer that is @writingjourney with my favourite fic to date I Knew Nothing but Shadows. I honestly get such joy when she posts, it is pure perfection. She puts such detail in her writing that it always makes me so incredibly happy to read her stuff. I also leave you with her masterlist, please check her out! UPDATE: SHE JUST POSTED THE MOST PERFECT VAMPIRE SECONDO FIC, you must read it: Friday Nights at the Vinothek.

The great @bupia is next!!!! I honestly adore everything they write. My personal favs are Barista Preferita, Love Letter, Bloodlust, their kinktober series and their new work is Serendipity. I am always in awe with how they write honestly. I want to be y/n so much with their fics (lol, cringe). Please read everything of theirs!

How can I not mention the absolute, amazingly talented, cowboy lover that is @ramblingoak ??? Her whole universe of cowboys (I love cowboys like yeehaw all day you know?) is honestly one of my favs, AND THE WAY SHE WRITES, let me tell you, the DETAILS, the EMOTIONAL backstories, THE ROMANCE, THE DRAMA?! Please go read The Cardinal's Bride and the other stories of the same au if you haven't done so already. You are missing out on one of the best AUs this fandom has to offer. UPDATE: A NEW FIC?! SKATING COPIA?! TIGHT SUITS?! Need I say anything else? Go read her new series: Copia on ICE!

Then, @molly-ghuleh !! I just started reading her stuff and now I cannot stop?! Camellia is SO GOOD you must read it!! It deserves much more attention!!! THE DETAILS?? The love at first sight trope leaving me in shambles???!!! I am seriously invested and I cannot recommend her more! GO! NOW!

Next, my lovely ghestie @discountdemonwarehouse/@eyeslikelilith who is so funny and so so nasty😈💜! Please go follow her here and on Ao3 for her amazing fics (I love her WWDITSxGhost fic What We Do In The Ministry the most hehehehe iykyk)

@leezlelatch and her amazing drabbles bring me so much joy, please go check her out and read everthing she posts, it is wonderful and insanely entertaining. (I cannot choose only one recommendation help, read everything!!!)

What can I say about @earthry other that she is amazing and I that I am obsessed with her drabbles and asks? I have read Watermelon Kisses so many times that you could lock me up.

Go check @zombie-rott out in general! Her stories are very comforting and nice!!! AND THE WAY SHE WRITES??? I love love love it. I highly recomend reading Pawprints, it is adorable, you should ckeck it out.

Please go read @bethbruttenholm's Seduce Me... I fell in love with this fic, so so good, and her writing is *chef's kiss*.

@anamelessfool in general is a master, like, her Omega3 fics are so nice *wink*, extra kudos for Reciprocity muhahahaha (it is delicious)

AAAAAA @gravehags and her curator!reader x copia series??? I AM ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED? THE HALLOWEEN CHAPTER? I WAS GRINNING LIKE A MADWOMAN ALL THE TIME. She also writes a lot about the Ghouls and Ghoulettes and it is SO SO NICE!

@the-curator1 In The Darkness of your Dreams ??? AN ABSOLUTE MASTERPIECE oh my Satan, I LOVE LOVE IT!!!

🎨ART

This list is going to be long and I don't want to sound like a broken record or make this post eternal (because I could talk about all of them for ages if you let me) so I will make only a big recommendation for the following artists:

@vogelfreyh

@piaart

@vanmec

@comfysanda

@nocterish/@nocturnal-birb

@sirlsplayland

@risunsky

@blanchebees

@mardyart

@meowsaidmissy

@forgelokid

@novaiisk

@nekronyancer

@delulluart

@yollur

@quaildoodle

@oranpo

@doodleshrimps

@kabukiaku

@thew0man

@blackbird5154

Please, check all of them. They deserve all the recognition they can get. I adore how much love and effort they put in their art, WIPS or whaterver they decide to make. Every single one of them inspires me so much, I cannot explain with words how proud I feel to be able to look at their creations and share a community or even an interest with such talented creators.

👻OTHERS

This is the one that needs more creators. I need to find projects, creators that do other things such as theorising, gifs, big projects, whatever. Please, give me your suggestions and I will check them out and add them in following entries.

For now, I leave you with a couple of amazing people that deserve all the praise:

@stressghoul I honestly follow her EVERYWHERE. I love her tiktoks so much, she is so funny. The Brittany Brosky of the Ghost community you could say.

@slavghoul If you need any questions solved about our dear Satanic papas, go follow Slav. I have never seen a more dedicated person with such an amazing brain, it is honestly so inpiring to see what they have to say every single time. By the way, also check their videos on all the little isolated parts from Ghost songs, does not fail on lifting my feet from the ground as if possessed, every-single-time. You can check all the videos here.

@kabukiaku again??? YES! WHY?! BECAUSE I ADORE HER PAPA PLUSHIES I THINK THEY ARE THE CUTTEST!!!!

Lastly, I wanted to mention a YouTube creator that is making orchestral versions of Ghost songs. I found an orchrestral version of DATHOML on Tiktok and I had to find the whole song. Please check them out because they are doing more and it is amazing. Jamie Turton.

#gonst #the band ghost #ghost #the band ghost bc #ghost bc band #recommendation post #sewer rat recommends #amazing creators #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia #ghost bc #ghost band #papa emeritus iii #papa terzo #papa secondo

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z-socks · 3 months

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What's in a Name

Clones take great pride in their names. It's only natural that Cody would want to know about his General's.

Or Cody and Obi-Wan talk about the meaning and origins of their names. AO3

There were many things that came to light in the cool darkness of Obi-Wan’s quarters aboard the Negotiator. Shared in secret - although most of the vode seemed to know the true nature of his relationship with Cody - the dimly lit, small space of his room seemed to function as a kind of confessional, a sacred space where he and his beloved commander could whisper about their closely-guarded thoughts, feelings, worries, and hopes.

“Cody,” Obi-Wan began, gently nuzzling deeper into his commander’s neck, languid and at ease as he returned to Cody’s arms, body cooling from their previous activities. “Why did you choose your name?”

Cody kissed his forehead and pulled the sheets up around their waists, settling Obi-Wan onto his chest and slowly teasing his fingertips across the constellations of freckles on his jetti’s bare back. “It means glory in Mando’a.”

Obi-Wan blinked a moment. ‘Cody’ wasn’t a Mandalorian word and ‘glory’ was…

Oh.

“ Kote ,” Obi-Wan murmured.

Cody hummed and pulled him tighter.

“Have I…” Obi-Wan pushed up onto his elbow, “have I been saying it wrong this whole time?”

Cody grinned, burying his face into Obi-Wan’s neck. “That dorn and trill sound is close in the vode accent.” He kissed at his jaw. “And maybe even closer in yours.”

Obi-Wan frowned. “Why didn’t you ever correct me? I haven’t even spelled it correct-”

“Obi-Wan,” Cody’s eyes were molten gold in the cast light from the meditation candle Obi-Wan had left lit. “It’s… I… the once-removal is… protective.”

“What do you mean?”

Cody smiled sadly, eyes suddenly heavy. “Well Mandalore isn’t exactly on best terms with the Republic. And Clones…”

Obi-Wan dropped his head. Yes, the attitude towards Clones was atrocious at worst, indifferent at best. “A high-ranking Clone with a Mandalorian name wouldn’t be a good look for the GAR,” he concluded.

Cody nodded.

Obi-Wan settled back down into his arms, his fingers tracing over a blaster bolt scar near Cody’s collarbone. “Would you prefer I call you Cody or Kote ?”

“Cody.” But after a breath, after his hand rested solidly on the small of Obi-Wan’s back he added, “Maybe Kote when we’re here. Alone.”

Obi-Wan smiled and kissed Cody’s shoulder, letting his eyes droop shut at the feeling of warmth that spread through him while encircled in Cody’s arms.

“What about you?” Cody asked after a moment.

“Hmm?”

“What does your name mean?”

“Oh.” Obi-Wan tried not to stiffen too much at the question. He didn’t want Cody to know he’d hit a bit of a sore spot. But it was for naught as Cody tilted his chin up with a gentle finger.

“I’m sorry, cyare . I didn’t mean-”

“No, it’s quite alright.” He took a deep breath and released his ancient, engrained trepidation into the Force. “I was surrendered to the Jedi Temple at six months old. A note was pinned to my swaddlings that read Obi-Wan Kenobi . The Order mistook it as my name; Stewjon is not a Core World and very few travel to and from it making the language rather unknown. But I researched it one day many years later. Obi means no or not or none. Wan is to call. So, 'not called.'” He sighed, letting his fingers dance over Cody’s chest. “In other words, no name.”

Cody’s voice was barely above a whisper. “And Kenobi ?”

“ Ken is a suffix for family, a clan.”

“Clan none?”

Obi-Wan put on a tired and broken smile. “No name, No people.” Abandoned, his mind supplied, pulling at old feelings of unwantedness.

“A Foundling,” Cody breathed.

“What?”

“In Mandalorian culture you’d have been a Foundling.”

And oh that sounded so much nicer than abandoned and unwanted and all the other harsh words that circled through his mind at the thought of his name’s origin. He huffed a little laugh, “Perhaps that’s why I was drawn to the mission of protecting Satine on Mandalore.” He sighed and tightened his grip around Cody’s waist. “That or choosing a new name to go undercover.”

“What made you pick ‘Ben’?”

Obi-Wan chuckled quietly. “Well now, we’ve come full circle in this conversation.”

Cody raised a brow.

“‘Ben’ was a phonetic cousin to Byn B-Y-N, Stewjoni for a watchtower or sentinel.”

Cody grinned and landed a kiss to Obi-Wan’s cheek. “That’s quite fitting.” Another kiss. “Would you want me to call you Byn ?”

“Maybe when we’re here. Alone,” he echoed back Cody’s words from earlier. “But if it’s all the same to you, darling,” he began, scooting up closer and capturing Cody’s lips into a kiss, “I much prefer cyare .”

#star wars #the clone wars #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #codywan #cody x obi wan #tcw #tcw obi wan #tcw commander cody #cc 2224 #Stewjoni Obi-Wan Kenobi #CC-2224 | Cody's Name Is Kote #Pillow talk turned angsty #Cuddling & Snuggling

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death-in-a-handbasket · 1 year

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I just read chapter 6 of your Yukito fanfic on Ao3 and I love it so muchhh and the chemistry between Yukito and Reader is everything oml😭

I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed it !! I’ve loved making it so far and the dynamic between them is one of my favorite things about it <33

#banter and bitching between two odd mfs my beloved #also I’ve never gotten anon mail before !!#nice to meet you :D #discount confessional

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wordstome · 5 months

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I have VERY little exposure to catholicism outside of movies/TV so take my interpretation with a dollop of salt. this is a concept that's been plaguing me since your gorgeous essay on König and religion;

local nun offers to take care of König while he's forced to stay home for a injury, making him small meals, running errands, etc. he grows attached and starts attending church to see her more and then something something something she ends up giving him head in confessional.

Mandatory Hozier song to go along with this: Common Tongue

All reason flown as God looks on in abject apathy A squall and all of me is a prayer in perfect piety A moment's silence when my baby puts the mouth on me

Like a heathen clung to the homily Let the reason come on the common tongue of your loving me So summon on the pearl rosary Let the reason come on the common tongue of your loving me

me too tbh. I was raised Baptist 💀

This is a delicious idea and I cannot stop thinking about it. Luckily, dearest most beloved Salome @kneelingshadowsalome is working on a lil something something with nun mc (not to blow up her spot or anything LMAO) so we will be fed!!!

#as always a big fan of the hozier lyrics #answered #melancholic-thing

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tj-dragonblade · 3 months

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Victorian AU????? 👀

Victorian AU, my neglected beloved. 💔 This has been languishing for a year at this point and I am determined to pick it up again at some point. Whumpy hurt-comfort confessional get-together. The idea is that Hob and Morpheus are old friends serving together in one war or another, Morpheus in mid-level command and Hob his second. The violence and futility of war are getting to Morpheus and one night Hob finds him drinking in their tent, on the verge of a breakdown, absolutely despairing; his attempts to talk Morpheus back up out of the pit accidentally lead him too close to his own feelings, but it turns out Morpheus is not opposed to those feelings. There's concern about propriety and discovery risk and such but ultimately they take their comfort together and then it ends on a hopeful note of pillow talk, of how much Morpheus means to Hob, of making it through the war together and retiring to the country where they can be themselves away from the disapproving eyes of society.

A snippet, most of which was fledged out from bare bones just now on account of writing this up, so thank you!

~ Morpheus seized his arm as he sought to withdraw, pressed his cheek into Hob's retreating hand, eyes falling closed. "Do not forsake me. Not this night." His eyes fluttered open again; another tear rolled down his cheek, and Hob could not stop himself from catching it, wiping it carefully away with a gentle caress of his thumb, never mind he'd been trying to pull away.

An impossible task, that; he should have known better than to try.

"I have no wish to forsake you." Morpheus' lips parted and Hob was hard-pressed to keep from kissing him once more; having finally tasted of that rosebud mouth he knew he would never be free of the desire to taste it again, and again. He pressed his thumb softly to it instead, forestalling any words that might be forthcoming as he continued. "But we are in the middle of camp, with little expectation of privacy. If I—if we—should we indulge, and be discovered, I fear—" He exhaled sharply. "No risk is too great for your happiness, I will face any consequence to myself, but I would not have you brought to ruin because I could not resist to kiss you inadvisedly." His thumb moved to brush Morpheus' cheek again, helpless, tender.

"'Inadvisedly'." Morpheus' wide blue eyes bored into him, wet and shining with sorrow. "You refuse me, for my own protection."

Hob could not bring himself to say yes.

Morpheus turned his face in Hob's captive hand, lips dragging over the heel and eyes fluttering briefly shut. "I care not." He met Hob's gaze again, tears welling. "I care not; only let me have this, if just tonight. Let me have something good and bright and beautiful to ward off the dark. Let me have you, Hob. Let me pretend that you might be mine, if not for the duties that stand between us. Please."

It was the raw 'please' that did it, the casting off of Morpheus' usual pride, the anguished longing underneath, and Hob crashed back to him, helpless and aching, kissed him past the sharp intake of his breath, pressed fervent words to the evening-rough line of his jaw, up beneath the delicate shell of his ear.

"You need not pretend, darling; I would be yours, never mind the impropriety, for forever if you'd have me—"

A sharp sob tore out of Morpheus at that, and then Hob's head was seized in pale trembling hands and pulled round until Morpheus could kiss him properly again, mouth pleading, desperate, hungry in his fervor.

WIP List

#tagmemes #askmemes #thank you!#TJs Writing #Sandman #Dreamling #wip: Victorian AU

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weenhands · 1 year

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it. it kinda sucks cus im not the best at drawing frankie yet but.

dOoDLe

THAT IS SO CUTE^___^!!!! how long have u been drawing/doodling for? dnt shame urself, making art that makes you happy is what's most important

#confessional #revenge frankie my beloved...also this is him to scale

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flowerandblood · 1 year

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Wicked prayers, sweet penances (4)

[modern! priest • Aemond x Strong • female]

[warnings: sex content, smut, domination, religious guilt, incest]

[description: Aemond, a deeply religious person, enters the seminary, wanting to fight the thoughts, that have been poisoning his mind for years at the sight of his niece. He returns home as a priest, but the desire he has been running away from returns to him again. A story full of incest, sexual tension and religious guilt.]

Previous and next parts: Masterlist

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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Aemond thought he was now living in a Biblical paradise. He and she were like Adam and Eve, eating the forbidden fruit from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil every day. They both knew that as sinners they would be banished to the earth and cursed, but now, for a while longer, they could savor each other.

He had never been so happy, calm and fulfilled in his life. After their first time, he didn't dare touch her again that night, not wanting to hurt her. They decided, however, that they wanted to sleep naked, and feel the warmth of their bodies next to each other during sleep.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, burying his nose in her hair, inhaling her wonderful, beloved scent. He hadn't slept so soundly in a long time.

From then on, they made love to each other every night. He had the impression that they were insatiable in this regard and couldn't tear themselves away from each other. They knew that separation awaited them at the end of the road, and they longed to touch and caress each other constantly.

Aemond tried to memorize every inch of her body. Her beautiful, slender arms and long neck, which he always kissed in the morning, immediately after waking up. Her gentle hands that touched him with such tenderness, such devotion. Her long, beautiful hair, which he stroked softly as he cradled her against his chest, after another of their orgasms.

Her full, firm buttocks, which he kissed with reverence when she was still sleeping in bed and he was preparing to leave. Her long, shapely legs, which he stroked as she sat next to him on the couch, reading a book with him. Her soft, sweet breasts that he sucked and caressed with his tongue every night.

Her full, glossy lips that he kissed constantly, even when they were cleaning, preparing dinner, or talking as they lay down. Her big, beautiful, bright eyes that looked at him with a hot, tender feeling that he reciprocated with all of himself.

He realized with horror, alone in the parish office, looking through the papers, that if he could, he would keep her with him forever, as he did now. It seemed to him that they now lived beyond the limits of God's sight and that punishment would never reach them. Deep down, he knew that wasn't true and that he was putting her in danger.

Every afternoon he got around to telling her that they had to end this, that she should go home, erase his number, and try to forget him. But as soon as he crossed the threshold of the parsonage, saw her in the living room, spreading the plates, telling him what she had read or what she had watched, he melted.

He would then approach her, grab her by the nape and pull her brutally to him, kissing her hungrily, interrupting her mid-sentence. Heedless of her moaning about the food getting cold, he would pick her up by the buttocks and take her upstairs. Then he made love to her tenderly, slowly, kissing her whole face with reverence as he experienced fulfillment with her.

He finally thought he couldn't hold back any longer. Over the years, he'd done everything he could to hide himself, not to think about her, but as soon as he saw her, it turned out that any efforts were pointless. He was completely, undyingly in love with her.

He sat early in the morning in the confessional, thinking of her, sitting with his eye closed, the multi-colored sunlight falling on him through the stained-glass windows. It was one of the days when the faithful could come to confession, but practically no one ever showed up. The village was small, a large number of people came on Sunday before the holy mass.

He opened his eye when he heard the creaking sound of a wooden door opening. He heard footsteps towards the confessional and shifted in his seat, mentally preparing himself.

He was surprised to hear that instead of going inside and sitting on the kneeler on the other side, someone knocked on his door. He opened it, frowning, and was shocked to find his niece standing in front of him.

"What are you doing here?" He whispered in horror, staring at her with a beating heart. For some reason, he had the feeling that if anyone saw him looking at her, everything would come out.

She was wearing a black dress with daisies and sneakers. Her front strands of hair were tied back. She looked pretty, girly and fresh as always. She smiled slightly at him, picking up the bundle she had in her bag.

"You said you'd have to stay at the parish office longer today, but you left the salad I made for you on the table." She said, placing the package at his feet.

"I thought I'd take a walk around here. I wanted to see those beautiful stained glass windows you told me about." She spoke lightly and softly.

Aemond pursed his lips and sighed. The momentary pandemonium gave way to admiration at how beautiful she looked in the light falling from the church windows. He thought, that everyone had a right to come to church, and as long as no one saw her enter the vicarage, no one should suspect anything.

He leaned back comfortably against the wooden wall behind him, stroking his chin unhurriedly, watching her movements. She walked up the aisle, looking around, glancing at the representations of saints in beautiful multicolored glass.

The altar itself was small but very nice, mostly wooden, with wonderful carved ornaments. In the very center of it hung a large Baroque painting depicting the Mother of God with the Child. Her footsteps echoed through the church.

She finally turned back, slowly making her way towards him and the exit. She looked at him with a smile, and he felt his cock involuntarily throbbing in his pants. He smirked, the sight of her always made him hot. She walked over to him and held out her hand, which he took and kissed reverently.

"Do you want me to keep you company?" She asked with a smile, looking at him from under her long black eyelashes. "You said that at this time practically no one comes and you sit alone for many hours."

Aemond stared at her intently, stroking her hand gently with his thumb. He felt that he was already completely hard, because of what she had just told him. He wondered if she knew what it sounded like and if she did it on purpose. He tapped his tongue against the side of his cheek, looking at her defiantly.

"How would you want to keep me company, child?" He asked calmly and low, his gaze completely dark. He saw her blush and purse her lips, lowering her gaze. She always did that when she wanted him to take her to bed. She looked so innocent compared to what happened to her afterward, as she lay beneath him, moaning loudly.

"Any way you want it, Father." She whispered softly, looking up at him, ashamed of what she had called him. The sound of this word in his ears made him pull her to him suddenly, so that she fell to his lap, gasping for air. He closed the door behind him with a loud slam, looking at her expectantly.

"So?" He asked casually, looking at her with his head raised. He knew she could feel how hard he was underneath her. He heard her swallow loudly.

"T-tell me what to do, Father." She said softly, they were close together in a very tight space, his scent making her head spin. Aemond smiled dangerously, thinking incredulously that the situation had turned him on ridiculously.

"Lower your dress." He said low. His niece shivered all over, his hands gripping her buttocks tightly. Obediently, she grabbed the straps of her dress and let them down slightly.

"Lower." He said menacingly, squeezing her buttock tightly in his hand. She inhaled deeply, all red, and pulled her straps all the way down so that she was sitting bare-chested in front of him. He looked in adoration at her beautiful, small breasts and pink nipples, sticking out with desire.

"You came to church without a bra underneath? Do you think that's the proper attire for the house of God?" He grunted, taking her breast into his mouth, sucking and licking her nipple.

She moaned softly, trying to muffle any sounds, pressing his face tightly to her chest, entwining her fingers in his blond hair. He slapped her hard on the butt when he didn't hear a response.

"Answer me, child." He hissed, looking at her darkly. His niece swallowed loudly, rubbing involuntarily against the bulge under his cassock.

"N-no, I'm sorry." She mumbled, apparently turned on herself by what was happening to the limit, a drop of sweat gently trickling down her neck. Aemond grunted in satisfaction and licked it off. He slowly undid the buttons of his cassock where his pants had been, and began to undo them.

"I have a suitable penance for you, child." He said, releasing his swollen, throbbing, thick cock from his pants, looking at her expectantly. His free hand slid down her thigh and pushed the fabric of her panties aside.

She rose obediently, trembling all over, impaling herself on him, falling lightly on him and rising again, panting softly, not putting it all the way in.

"Is that what you want, Father?" She asked in a shaky voice as she felt his breathing get louder. He tilted his head back, his eye squeezed shut in pleasure, his lips slightly parted. "Will you give me absolution?"

Aemond pursed his lips, staring at her with eye dark with lust.

"Maybe. It depends on how much repentance you will show." He murmured.

"I regret my sin, Father." She whispered, sinking down on his cock until the very end, both of them gasping loudly at the wonderful sensation. His cock throbbed greedily inside her.

"I regret it very, very much" She moaned softly, riding his cock with each word she spoke and rising up and down, establishing a slow, steady rhythm. Their wet bodies slapped against each other, causing them both to gasp in pleasure.

They both shuddered when they heard the door to the church open. They looked at each other in horror.

"Fuck!" He whispered through clenched teeth, as his niece climbed off him quickly with a loud, wet sound. His cock throbbed all over. He was literally one step away from orgasm.

He ran a hand over his face, as he saw her slide off his lap and kneel in front of him, hiding, so that she couldn't be seen through the bars on the side. They both looked at each other terrified. They couldn't do anything, they heard soft footsteps towards the confessional and someone opened the door on the other side.

Aemond shook his head, burying his face in his hand, disbelieving what was happening. He covered his penis with the material of his cassock, clamping his mouth shut. Someone knelt on the other side, the wood bent under his weight with a loud creak.

"Praised be Lord Jesus Christ." They heard the gentle voice of an elderly woman.

"Now and forever." He answered quietly, his voice trembling slightly. He kept his hand on his face, trying to hide from the woman what was happening to him. He glanced down as he felt his niece lay her head on his lap, looking up at him. He stroked her face gently with his free hand.

"Forgive me, Father for I have sinned. My last confession was one week ago. I have offended God with following sins: I forgot to do the chaplet of divine mercy three times. I cursed twice, I also shouted at my husband." She spoke with a trembling voice, apparently very frightened by the meaning of her sins, fearing for her salvation.

Aemond couldn't keep his mouth from curling into a smile. He thought that such sins were nothing compared to his own. He shivered as he felt his niece start to rise and fall slightly.

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, half listening to what the woman was saying to him. His mouth parted in shock when he saw her hand between her thighs.

Her cheek was pressed against his thigh, her mouth was pressed together, and there was a barely audible, wet sound of rubbing against something from below. He felt his cock pound hard again. He parted his lips and revealed his swollen, throbbing cock to her again.

She gave him a hazy look. Her mouth parted as she realized what he wanted. She licked his cock lightly with her tongue, and he tilted his head back, squeezing his eye shut.

"…I can't get my granddaughter to pray with me every day either. I'm afraid for her soul, my daughter is not bringing her up properly…" She spoke, completely lost in her thoughts, not paying too much attention to him.

Aemond covered his face with his hand again, as he felt her slide his cock into her mouth, caressing him gently, unhurriedly, her tongue teasing his tip.

His hand went to her hair, forcing her to shove his dick down her throat. He felt her hand tighten on his thigh and let out a muffled breath, but no sound came out her. She sucked his cock with devotion, the part she couldn't fit she massaged with her hand, the other caressed herself between her thighs.

He stared at the sight with his mouth parted, feeling that his heart was pounding like crazy. He was about to come.

He thought, that what they were doing was wonderful, terrifying, disgusting and beautiful at the same time. Her mouth sped up, tightening on him, sucking on him and licking his cock alternately, massaging him quickly with a soft, wet sound.

He threw his head back, pressing his lips together, holding her hair tightly as he felt his cum gush straight down her throat. She shuddered and sucked in a breath, swallowed silently everything he poured into her, but made no sound. She was falling quickly onto her fingers, apparently having an orgasm herself. He looked at her with a mixture of pride, admiration, and love.

"I firmly resolve, with the help of Your grace, to sin no more and to avoid the near occasion of sin. Amen." He heard at last. He swallowed hard, breathing unevenly.

"As penance, you will pray the rosary three times." It was all he could get out. He lifted his hand from her hair to the bars, making the sign of the cross.

"I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit." He spoke low, his voice trembling slightly.

"Amen." Said the woman.

"Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good." He said solemnly.

"His mercy endures for ever."

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