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visiosatanae · 4 months

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Lead Us Not into Temptation

After a grueling day of Ministry work, all you wanted was a shower. But Cardinal Copia is not usually one to resist temptation, especially not with a creature as exquisite as yourself.

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3.7k

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Plus Size!Reader (Sister of Sin)

Ao3 Link Uncropped Art (NSFW)

All you had wanted was a shower.

The hottest part of the year had been quickly encroaching on the Ministry, and today's chores had felt more grueling than ever because of it. It had started with the unsavory task of cleaning up after the previous night's orgy. While you weren't someone who would turn your nose up at such an event, cleaning the aftermath was never something any of the Siblings wanted to be stuck with. That alone would have warranted at least a bath.

But after a quick meal it was time for kitchen duty. Today it was sweeping the floors - which became aggravating as the last strip of dirt refused to be swept into your dustpan - and cleaning the dishes. Even with wearing your rubber gloves, by the end you were wiping sweat from your brow, the scalding hot water not helping matters in the slightest.

And by late afternoon, you were in the greenhouse, possibly the worst place to be this time of year due to the humidity. After helping Papa Primo with repotting and watering the new seedlings (and a quick rinse of your hands with the hose) you were dripping in sweat and ready to be done for the day.

Unfortunately, fate is rarely so generous.

You were nearly halfway back to the dorms when you suddenly stopped short as you remembered that you had promised Sister Isabelle to cover for her duties with Cardinal Copia tonight.

Shit.

You flew through the corridors back towards the upper clergy wing, dodging Siblings and ghouls alike in a panic induced frenzy. By the time you made it to the Cardinal's chamber, your habit was sticking fast to your skin and it felt as if your lungs were on fire. Hands on your hips, you bent at the waist to try and catch your breath. But the door, much to your horror, suddenly opened to reveal the Cardinal in his striking red cassock. His expression was one of confusion and concern given your current state.

You quickly straightened back up. "A-Apologies for my tardiness, Your Eminence, I came as quickly as I could!" you panted, absolutely mortified that a member of the upper Clergy was seeing you like this.

Copia blinked at you in surprise before remembering himself. “A-Ah, si, si . Come in, Sorella.” He stepped out of the way as you awkwardly nodded and walked past him into his room. He watched you intently as you stepped inside, although you didn’t notice how his eyes lingered on the way your habit clung to your curves and ass. He managed to drag them away before you turned back to face him.

“I’m covering for Sister Isabelle today, sir, so please let me know how I can help you this evening.” You clasped your hands in front of yourself, trying to put on a bright and bubbly front to him, despite how exhausted you already were. You prayed to Lucifer that you didn't look too much of a mess.

His neatly trimmed mustache twitched ever so slightly as he tried to keep himself professional. In your current state you were so positively alluring to him and he was already struggling to stay focused. “Thank you, Sorella. Your assistance is much appreciated. Uh…” He looked around the room, trying to decipher what was needing to be done, his eyes finding the older books and tomes he had scattered around the room. “Ah! I was doing a bit of research and I seem to have gotten carried away.” He sheepishly gestured to the various places they had been haphazardly placed. “Would you please be so kind as to gather and return these books to the library, per favore ?”

You nodded and he went to sit at his private desk to continue his work, the fabric of his cassock swishing against his legs. As you began to collect the numerous volumes that he had been studying, you couldn’t help but wonder what his research had been as you glanced at the titles: A Practical Guide to Demons, The Devil Wants YOU, Accepting the Light, Hell and Its Teachers , and Communications for Dummies among others. Perhaps it all had to do with his next sermon…

Unbeknownst to you, Copia kept stealing glances your way as you ambled around the room. He felt himself growing hotter under the collar, a gloved finger tugging it down to let in some air as he swallowed thickly. He had merely been minding his own business and now this… voluptuous little thing had practically been handed to him on a silver platter. And despite your best efforts, he could see how flustered you already were. It had been a very warm day after all, no doubt your Sisterly duties had already worn you out to a degree. And now you were here to cover for another Sister’s task. How generous of you…

Cazzo , he wasn't sure if he'd be able to control himself around such a delicious little morsel as yourself like this. It looked like you weren't the only one the heat was affecting as he felt the pants beneath his cassock become tighter. His fingers clenched at the thought of even just tasting you…

“I think that's all of them. I'll return shortly, Cardinal.” He whipped around, your voice startling him out of his lascivious thoughts. He mumbled a few words of acknowledgement as you left, the solid door shutting behind you.

The moment your footsteps receded he was up from his desk, pacing the room as his manic thoughts threatened to boil over. The leather of his gloves squeaked as he wrung his hands together in agitation. It would be wrong of him to take advantage of his position like this. But then his mind wandered back to how your habit fit so snugly along every sensuous curve of your hips, thighs, and belly. The patch of sweat he had noticed just under your guimbe, where your breasts would be. Even how your ass looked as you had sashayed past him while collecting his books.

He forced himself to sit back down at his desk knowing you could be back at any minute. He removed his biretta and rubbed his temples, breathing through his nose to try and calm himself. Only a gift from Lucifer Himself would be as delectable as you. And it had been so long since he last-

The door opened once again, startling Copia out of his train of thought with a jolt, inadvertently knocking his bottle of ink off the desk. He shot up quickly before the ink could stain his cassock. “ Merda !” he swore as the dark liquid began to pool on the floor.

“Shit!” you blurted without thinking, “I'm so sorry, Your Eminence, let me clean that up right away!” You quickly ran to his connected bathroom to gather something to clean the mess with. Copia made sure to turn away from you at the risk of seeing his predicament. You came back quicker than expected with some cleaning supplies and he whirled around again, his cassock twirling around him and nearly tangling his legs. He decided to play it safe and took a seat on the edge of his bed, hands folded in his lap to cover the unseemly bulge.

You went to work in cleaning up the mess, now on your hands and knees to wipe up the ink from under the desk. Copia’s eyes widened seeing your new position. Oh Sathanus , surely this was being done on purpose?! He couldn’t help but stare as your ass swayed while you worked, sweat now beading on his brow. Surely at this point his paint was beginning to smear and he would be caught, but he couldn’t look away, couldn’t stop the lecherous thoughts that filled his mind of what he wanted to do to you in this exact moment.

All too soon, the moment was over as you stood back up. “Good news, Cardinal, I managed to clean up the ink before it reached the rug. I think with some vinegar I could-” You stopped, seeing his pained expression. “Your Eminence, are you alright?” You came up to him, his face red and he was sweating profusely. “Sir, are you ill?” You brought a hand up in an attempt to feel his temperature, but before you could he grabbed your wrist, making you jump.

“Sorella.” Your eyes widened. His voice was suddenly hoarse and had dropped in pitch. “Forgive me, but I can no longer help myself.”

With no other warning, he tugged you against him, his face burying immediately into the softness of your belly. You yelped, the feeling startling but not entirely unwelcome. However, you had no idea what to make of the Cardinal’s behavior. Little did you know, Copia was still fighting to hold himself back. He released your wrist, his hands wandering to your waist and holding you firmly against his face. Oh Satan below, he could smell you even now. His mouth watered with want to have your sweet cunt in his mouth already.

His hands gripped into the fabric of your habit, pulling away just enough to tilt his head up to look at you. Pure lust had his eyes glazing over as he gazed into your face. “Apologies for being so forward, dolcezza , but you are the most alluring creature the Dark Lord has had the beneficence of sending my way in a long time.” You felt your hem slowly hiking up but were too stunned to stop him. “Such a pretty little succubus you must be…” he mused, revealing more of your skin inch by agonizing inch. You felt your knees begin to tremble, threatening to buckle beneath you. Your hands gripped his shoulders for stability as he exposed more of you to his probing gaze.

The feeling of soft leather against your thighs caused your breath to quicken and small whimpers to escape your suddenly parched throat. “C-Cardinal,” you squeaked, “is this really-” Your words were cut off with a gasp as he placed a tender kiss above your soaking heat, over your underwear. The Cardinal was too far gone, already lost in the feel and smell of you. All it did was make him crave a taste, to savor you and all that Hell promised him for partaking in such glorious sin.

“ Per favore ,” he murmured, motioning for you to hold up the bunched up hem of your habit for him. You took it in one hand, the other still needing his shoulder for balance. Fingers dipped beneath the hem of your panties, carefully pulling them down your legs. Your body shivered as they pooled at your feet, Copia’s gaze never leaving the prize that was your quivering cunt in front of his face. He meticulously rubbed a single finger over your slit, reveling in how it easily slipped between your folds. You squeezed his shoulder, embarrassment flooding through you at how you were practically putty in his hands. As he pulled his hand away he groaned, seeing a trail of slick still connecting his finger to you. Within a moment it was in his mouth, his tongue laving over the leather pad as he sampled your flavor: sweet and tangy, but also salty from the sweat that no doubt gathered between your thighs as you went about your day.

He needed more. He needed all of you.

He grabbed at the hem of your habit again, having to tug it up as it was still stuck to you. You shivered when you felt Copia's breath on your slick skin, his leather gloves also sticking to the sweat that covered your body. As soon as you were devoid of all clothing his mouth was on your belly, immediately groaning and holding you close by the waist as he nipped and sucked anywhere he could. He delighted in your tiny yelps and whimpers. It spurred him on as he began to divulge himself of his own vestments, his mouth and tongue refusing to leave your body.

The rate at which he removed his clothes was agonizingly slow. He cursed the amount of buttons that kept everything in place. The torturous pace had you trembling for him, and the sight of your arousal coating your inner thighs only made his desire for you that much stronger. After what felt like an eternity, his red cassock was no more than a puddle of fabric on the floor, Copia now only in his undershirt and pants. You couldn't fathom how he could wear that many layers and not be in the same predicament as you were. Although it seemed there was worse he was currently going through…

Leather suddenly gripped your hips, urging you towards him onto the bed. “Straddle me, hm yes, just like that, dolcezza . My hell sent temptress,” he murmured almost to himself as he guided your thighs around his own. You gasped when you felt how hard he was beneath you, your body jolting and making you both groan in unison. He sighed, his eyes already glazed over as he leaned forward to take a pert nipple into his mouth. You couldn’t help but whine as he sucked it between his teeth, biting gently but not without ardor. Your hands clumsily grasped at his shirt, accidentally making one of the buttons go flying.

Copia couldn't have cared less in that moment, he was too lost in the taste and feel of you in his mouth, sucking harshly along your breasts with the intention of leaving marks - to claim. He still wasn't sure what had come over him, if it was a side effect of the heat or the influence of the Dark Lord Himself, but that was a moot point now. He could feel the cloth over his erection already becoming soaked between both his and your own arousal. And the way you ground that sweet pussy against him… he was dying to have it elsewhere…

“ Mia piccola diavoletta ,” he cooed, mouth coming up to suck a fresh mark onto your neck, “I need more of you. Here,” he practically pleaded, his gloved hand coming down to rub over your mound. His touch made you gasp as a skilled finger started to form teasing circles over your clit.

You nodded eagerly, eyes fluttering. “Please, Your Eminence,” words barely formed on your breath. You rolled your hips against his to further prove your enthusiasm for more. Maybe the heat was affecting you too…

You swore he growled as his lips claimed yours in a feverish frenzy of teeth and tongue. He coaxed you further up the bed, his lips never leaving yours. Somewhere in the tangle of limbs and sweat Copia had discarded his shirt leaving him in only his dress pants, which you continued to grind down onto, his erection rubbing perfectly against your aching core. His hands gripped and caressed you wherever they could before finally settling on your hips, helping you rock against him. You clung to him, your head falling to his shoulder; fingers running over his chest and appreciating the thickness of the hair covering it.

The two of you rutted together, letting the animalistic urges take over and allowing yourselves to simply enjoy each other's touch. The closer the two of you got, the more Copia leaned away, almost teasing as he tempted you to follow him. Before long he was laying flat beneath you, his hands lazily holding your hips as you continued to straddle him. The Cardinal was in complete awe of the creature above him, watching with half lidded eyes as you lost yourself in the feel of him. But he could tell it wasn't enough for you. You needed more, just like he did.

Tightening his grip, he slowly pulled your hips up, causing you to whine in frustration at the loss of friction. “No, no, Cardinal please-”

He hushed you softly. “Come closer, cara , I promise you'll like this.” He tugged at your thighs, moving you up towards his face. You felt your cheeks grow incredibly hot as you realized your most intimate place was now hovering directly over the Cardinal’s mouth. Once you understood his intentions, you felt your thighs shake with nervous excitement as heat pooled between them. Copia's hold on you suddenly wasn't enough as you clumsily grasped for the headboard to keep you steady. He chuckled darkly below you, craning his neck up to give you a quick swipe of his tongue. You yelped, feeling yourself become even wetter with his taunting.

“Come closer,” he purred again, his words merely a huff of breath with how eager he was to finally get his fill of you. His arms wrapped around the backs of your thighs, pulling you down towards his awaiting mouth.

“B-But, what if it's… too much?” Mortification flooded you at the thought of potentially injuring a member of the higher Clergy, or worse.

Copia's eyes softened slightly, even if his grip on you didn't. “If I am to meet our Dark Lord prematurely from such a tryst, I would be welcomed as a hero,” he grinned. “My only regret would be from not being able to make you finish again.”

You couldn't stop the small giggle that bubbled up from your throat. Slowly, you conceded in letting him pull you closer. You bit your lip as you watched him lower you down to his mouth, breath catching as his lips met with yours. His eyes fluttered closed with a moan as he was finally able to taste you directly, his tongue immediately lapping at your juices. He looked to be in complete ecstasy as he savored your complex flavor. This was as much a treat for him as it was for you.

And oh, how skilled he was. Even with his eyes closed he made sure to take note of every little noise and shudder that came from your body, focusing more on the areas that had you dripping even more for him. You saw his still gloved hands latch onto the tops of your thighs, holding you in place as he devoured you like forbidden fruit. Finally, his eyes opened, his eerie white one piercing you with such a carnal look that you actually gasped, feeling your stomach flip. Oh Sathanas , you nearly came right then and there. But Copia's mouth became more measured, teasing your clit with kisses and soft licks before eventually pulling away enough for him to breathe.

“ Mia piccola demonietta ,” his mustache tickled down below as he spoke, “ per favore , use me, cara .” He kissed and nipped at your folds. “Ride me,” he pleaded.

You groaned as he went back to his work, his hands moving to your hips to once again guide you to rock them. A loud gasp broke from you as his nose nestled perfectly against your clit. You tightened your grip on the headboard, using it to steady yourself as your hips involuntarily moved for you, as if seeking out the greater pleasure your mind was still too hesitant to partake in. Copia seemed pleased with your compliance, moaning into you as you finally took what you needed from him. His tongue settled down at your entrance before suddenly filling you, letting you fuck yourself onto it. You cried out in surprise at how big it felt inside you. It made you crave to be filled even more by him.

Your head fell back as you rutted against the Cardinal’s face, finally allowing your worries to fade away and simply succumb to the sinful pleasure he provided. It was wet, and messy, and slick, but all you cared about now was how good it felt. With a shaking hand, you ran your fingers through Copia's graying hair, using it as further leverage to grind yourself down onto him.

You were so lost in pleasure that you didn't feel one of his hands moving away, and you almost didn't hear the sound of a button being unclasped and a zipper being pulled down. But you definitely felt the sudden jerking motions of the Cardinal’s hand finally coming to ease the ache of his cock. The thought made you tremble and moan, just knowing that you had such a strong effect on him. You gripped his hair tighter and the jerking motions grew faster.

“So good, so c-close, fuck,” you panted, your hips moving in circles as you chased your orgasm. Through half lidded eyes you watched as he took the change with ease, eagerly pressing his tongue even further into you. Fuck, he looked so good beneath you like this.

Your hips moved faster, the heat in your belly nearly ready to be released. It felt like Copia was close too, his hand now flying against his cock. He moaned beneath you, as well what sounded like muffled whimpers. He was so focused on your own pleasure that he almost didn't realize you were tipping over the edge until he heard your pleasured cries coming loudly from above him. His eyes snapped open as he watched you come undone, relishing in how you suddenly gushed into his mouth. He drank you up greedily, gulping down the taste of your ecstasy.

He didn't last much longer either, your own orgasm helping send him over as well. You suddenly felt him stiffen beneath you, and then warm ropes of cum marking your back and ass. You gasped at the almost surreal feeling, the ebbing arousal making your mind hazy. Both of you stayed like that for a moment, not wanting the high to end. But you figured the Cardinal should probably be able to breathe again.

You groaned as your stiff muscles strained, pulling yourself off of him and collapsing against the headboard to his side, too tired and sore to care if you got his cum on it. You were pretty sure he wouldn't care either. It took quite some time for you to both catch your breath, simply finding peace in existing next to each other for the time being.

“So, is there anything else I can help you with, your Eminence?” Your voice was hoarse but there was still a playful edge to it after everything that had just happened.

Copia turned his head to look at you, his hair a mess and mustache plastered to his face, but that didn't stop the smile he gave you from looking any less lovely. “Ah, si . If it is not too much trouble, dolcezza , I was hoping to have some help testing out a new uh, bath bomb I think it's called.”

You gave a relieved sigh, happy to spend more time with the Cardinal if it meant finally being able to clean up. “Of course, sir, it would be my pleasure.”

#the band ghost #the band ghost fic #cardinal copia #sister of sin #smut #nsft #visific #ugh it feels so good to finally post this #a very self indulgent fic yes #but i wanted it to be perfect ❤

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