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#Deviant Side 🔞
jl-micasea-fics ¡ 8 months
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Prompt: ‘Next person that walks through that door, I'm going to fuck.’
Pairing: Lee Know x gender neutral reader
WC: 1.1k
Warnings: explicit sexual content, friends to fuck buddies, coffee shop antics, frank discussions on sex, angst, heavy sexual tension, dirty talk, reference to edging and dacryphilia, lee know is a menace and just wants to fuck 🔞
©️ copyright jl-micasea-fics September 2022, August 2023
[DO NOT REPOST, TRANSLATE, PLAGIARISE OR OTHERWISE REPURPOSE THIS WORK. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.]
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People watching is among your favourite hobbies; even more so when it’s with your ruthlessly savage best friend.
Inhabiting your favourite spot in your favourite place; the table closest to the front door in the local coffee shop, a caramel macchiato nestled warm in your hands.
You nudge Minho to draw his attention from his Insta feed, nodding at the college student that enters. Obvious that they are one; letterman jacket slung over their shoulders, bags under their eyes either a product of spirits or study, overindulgence in one.
“Would you? “ you propose, as is usual.
Minho wrinkles his nose, shakes his head after a beat. “Nah.”
“No?” you mimic, surprised.
“College students. All enthusiasm and no technique; trust me.”
You don’t doubt the truth of his statement. Minho’s never made any secret of his conquests and long, extensive sexual history. Though you find yourself less amenable to hearing about it all than you once were, despite this silly game you play. Perhaps that’s the fundamental difference between you; you can never go through with it, he never can’t.
You sigh quietly into your frothy coffee, observing the next person that enters. Clad in business attire, carries themselves with confidence. Fresh from a lunch meeting, perhaps.
“Now then,” Minho preens, straightens up a little, “this is a different story.”
“Like yourself a business person, huh?”
“Please, the business stuff is a total front. Beneath all that they’re all total deviants and perverts.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” you mumble, suddenly less invested.
Minho catches your mood; always does. Tucks his phone into his pocket, closes the booth distance to lean into your side. His warmth is a grounding presence, the soft pastel lavender of his jumper a gentle tickle on your arm.
“Next person that walks through that door, I'm going to fuck,” he quietly announces.
You choke on your macchiato, an unappealing mess of froth quickly covered by your hand, jostling Minho.
“Wh— Wow,” you cough, “seriously?"
“Sure. Why not? You should too.”
“You want me to fuck the next person that walks through the door?”
Minho huffs gently, fiddles with a thread on his sleeve.
“Would you?” he asks quietly.
You shrug, supposing you probably wouldn’t, no matter how appealing the idea of getting railed until you can’t think straight.
“Depends on the person?” he presses.
“I guess,” you muse, “isn’t it easier to screw people you already know?”
Minho’s gaze burns your temple, two dark, glimmering irises under a fan of thick lashes. You’re not ignorant to his physical appeals, of which there are many. He’s beautiful—objectively so—fit and lean, charismatic and dangerous when the mood strikes.
“W– What?” you stammer, nudging him to free you of his stare.
“Nothing,” he blinks, pursing his lips.
A moment of silence inexplicably suspended in tension, before Minho heaves a deep breath, shoves up from the booth seat.
“Where are you going?” you call after him, bewildered when he starts for the door.
He makes his way out of the coffee shop, takes a pace outside the front door before he spins on his heel, and comes right back in.
“What the hell are you doing?” you scoff as he heads back to you, throwing himself into the space beside you. Warm presence back where it should be, and Minho chews his lip as he says, “So, would you now?"
Confused, you cock your head at him. “Would I what?”
There’s a comfortable weight as he props his head on your shoulder, clears his throat to say, “I’m the next person through the door. Would you screw me?”
You almost choke on your breath with the bold proposition, about to lambast him for being so insane when gazes meet. An imperceptible darkness lies in the hazel of his irises, a yearning that makes your heart thunder against your ribs. Mouth runs dry as a lump of emotion forms in your constricting throat, a myriad of buried possibilities craning from their proverbial graves.
“Well?” he elbows you gently.
“I— You shouldn’t joke about things like that, Min. You’ll give me the wrong idea."
“Not joking.”
“Shut up—”
Minho sits up, brings his leg up to cross under him as he faces you, “Seriously, wouldn’t you even entertain it? You find me that unattractive?”
Flustered, you shake your head. “It’s... it isn’t that. You know you’re hot. You are hot, I mean.”
“Yeah?” the glint to his eye returns, a smirk tugging at his mouth. “So what’s the issue?”
“We’re friends,” bring your cooling mug of macchiato to your lips, hope you might disappear into it.
“Friends can fuck,” he shrugs.
“It’d get weird.”
“I wouldn’t let it.”
“You might not like what I’m into.”
Minho shakes his head. "I don't kink shame. Especially not when it's you."
Exasperated, you abandon your mug to the table, wondering how an innocent catch up ended in a frank conversation about potentially screwing each other.
“In fact, I bet I can call what you like,” Minho presents, smug.
Mortification tingles at your spine, arousal warming where it shouldn’t. Minho grins to bear teeth, slides closer across the seat, arm slung across the back. Outstretches his hand carefully, drags explorative fingertips from your bare knee to lower thigh, searching your face for any sign of discomfort.
He’ll find none.
“You like being teased, right?”
Shiver as the tingle of his touch travels straight to your groin that throbs in response, exacerbated by the taboo nature of your relationship prior to this; whatever this even is.
“Like being wound up and brought back down, edged until you’re begging for it,” he whispers.
“Min—”
He leans closer still, the puff of breath near your earlobe warm and laced with espresso. “You like being so strung out with need that you can’t think about anything else. Like pleading for cock, being fucked until you cry because it’s just so good—”
A breathy exclamation of need rattles from your chest, palms clammy as desire vibrates around your body. Minho splays a large hand over your upper thigh, now close enough to graze groin tenderly; could be accidental, if not for the proximity between you now.
“Want me to edge you, baby?” the offer rolls off tongue, sultry and thick.
“I... I don’t—”
“You can stop with the pretences. I’m done. I want to see how pretty you are sobbing for my cock, darling, and I know you want it too.”
Oh, god.
Fingertips bring your chin around, glassy gaze meeting smouldering defiance. Nibbles the swell of his plush bottom lip, drifts a glance to your own.
“So, friend,” he hums softly, “are we doing this?”
Surrendering to the yearning flicker in your chest, your core, diminishing rationality by the second comes easily. Crossing a line, almost definitely, but you can’t even bring yourself to care.
“Fuck. Yeah, we are.”
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ethereallocs ¡ 10 months
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Eyes On Me Pt 2.-Ser Criston Cole x Targaryen Princess
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Pairing: Ser Criston Cole x Targaryen Princess
Content/Warning: !!🔞 PLUS ONLY!!, age-gap, p in v penetration, angst, swearing, degradation, domestic violence and smut.
Word Count: 1.6k
Summary: Being deprived of true pleasure, you seek it for yourself…
It had been weeks since Ser Criston had, made love to you that night. He found himself longing for you as he stood just outside your door. You weren’t overindulging and knew that this affair couldn’t be something anyone could ever catch onto…ever. You would leave your chambers grazing your fingers past his just slightly so he knew that your affections were still burning for him. Luckily it seemed your husband, Aegon had occupied himself with another mistress and he was often gone and you were glad of it.
You were sitting under the Godswood reading a book. Peeking over the pages every now and then to watch him. His back turned, but even then he could feel your gaze burning into him. He slightly turned his head to see you out the side of his eye and he smiled just enough for you to see before he turned away. Oh Gods. This was torture you thought. In your frustration you got up and quickly walked off. Hurriedly he followed wondering what he did wrong.
Hitting sharp corners almost losing him he grabbed your arm pulling you into a secluded area. Barely any light within this hall as it was never used. Looking into your eyes his hardened gaze softened. “What is the matter, Princess?” You scoffed in disbelief. “How long has it been since the last time you visited me in my chambers, Ser Cole?” You spoke in a hushed yet irritated tone.
He to was frustrated, but he would not risk your life for his own pleasure. “Do you really think I don’t want to be with you, Y/N? I’ve thought of you before that night and I think of you still. But, I cannot let my feelings ruin your life.” The cool touch from his armored hand rubbed you flushed cheek. You nestled into his touch, looking into those golden eyes that pierced through your very soul. Without warning he pressed his lips against yours hungrily as if he could devour you. You moaned into his mouth, pulling him into you.
“I need you always, I want you always. You are all I think about day and night. Your in my dreams. My heart calls your name.” He whispered intensely in your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive flesh. You whimpered quietly trying keep your voice at bay. He hiked up your skirts gripping your plump ass groaning at how it felt in his hand.
He knew you only had just a few moments, but he needed you desperately. He could keep lying to himself trying to preserve his honor and yours. But, such a sun as this was too good to stop. He turned your back to him loosening his breeches and lifting your skirts realizing you had on no undergarments. Grabbing your throat he groaned into your ear. “What a slutty little deviant you are..” You tremble feeling his already hardened cock rubbing against your soaking slit. You pushed into him begging him to fill you and he obliged.
“Fuck…yesss.” He hissed at how good you held him inside you. Your warmth pulling him in. His hand held onto your hip pushing an arch into your lower back as he hurriedly pounded into you. The soft and quick sounds of his hips snapping against your ass filled the dimmed hall along with your delicious moans. He cooed in delight only to cover you mouth and pull you further into the darkness when the sounds of servants chattering caught his attention.
Even still he continued his assault on that soaking wet cunny of yours. You were in pure ecstasy trembling with each thrust. The way his cock stretched your cunt, the way he quieted you with him being the reason you were so vocal only made you want it more. Soon his strokes quickened as he felt his seed ready to spill and you on the edge of your orgasm. “Yes, give it to me, Princess…give it to me.” He beckoned and you unraveled, your cunt drenching his cock and his breeches and in turn he coated your walls with his seed. Today was not a safe day, but you could careless.
He kissed you passionately pulling away to let you fix your clothes back. You sighed knowing this wouldn’t happen for quite sometime again. He smiled letting you walk out first so no one suspected anything and he followed shortly after. You took the rest of the night in your room exhausted from such exertions.
Morning has came and you awoke with a smile, but something in the back of your mind told you to pull back your sheets and there they were clean sheets. You tried not to panic, but you were trying to breath quickly calling for him. He entered your room wondering if you were alright. Clearly seeing the pink faded from your face he pulled you toward him. “My Princess, what is going on?” You looked to him with tears in your eyes. “I haven’t bled. I think I might be with child..”
His eyes frantic trying to think of a solution and just when you were beginning to panic and hushed you with a kiss. “I have a plan..I need to speak with the Queen. I will return to you shortly.” His kiss calmed you and you watched him walk away. You locked yourself away in your room pacing back and forth until you heard a knock on the door. “Come in..” you called out and it was Queen Alicent.
She usually looked so cold, but looking at you now she seemed so warm; motherly. She grabbed your hands and pulled you in. “I’ve heard of what ails you my child. I know of my sons treatment towards you. And I wish you no more harm. I can get the maesters to make you a tea if you wish to stay or I can get the king to send you away and nullify this marriage so you may be free.” You hugged her tears welling in your eyes. You broke down in her arms thinking you would be condemned by her, but she understood.
“Ser Criston, said he would denounce his knighthood. I can get you on a boat to Dorne in a weeks time. The Targaryens have a friends there of course. And a house that will keep you.” You were in shock. “Why are you helping me? Your family despises mine.” She sighed seeing your mothers face in yours. “I should’ve never let your grandsire seal your fate like this. You’ve always been a sweet and honest girl, Y/N. You do not deserve the cruelty my son bestows upon you.”
“I will write my friends in Dorne so they will know to expect me and I will write my mother so she knows where I am.” She nodded to you and kissed your forehead before she took her leave. Shortly after Ser Criston came inside and the two of you worked on your plan. The days had dragged on and the week couldn’t pass by quick enough.
Everything so far had gone smoothly, with Aegon gone and you being one of Viserys’s favorites he ended the marriage without question. Finally, it was your last day in King’s Landing the boat waiting for you with all your things on board. You were giddy and excited, but a dark cloud would find its way to ruin it for you somehow. Night fell and you were dressed and ready to sneak off into the the night when Aegon barged in grabbing your wrists, slapping you across the face harshly.
“My dear… sweet…wife…you’re leaving me?” He said mockingly. He was seething and red with anger grabbing your chin squeezing his fingers into your cheeks. You cried out struggling. “I..I am no longer your wife, Aegon. Get off of me I need to go.” He laughed his free hand running down the bodice of your dress. “Oh no..not before I give you a parting gift, my love.
“No! No!!” You screaming finally mustering up the courage to fight him off you kneed him in the crotch and ran off through the secret passage way behind the painting in your room. You ran and did not look back scared to see him right behind you if you did. It seemed like the darkness continued forever until you saw the wooden door that led to the outside world.
Opening the door you saw Criston waiting for you he turned back smiling knowing it was you, but it quickly faded seeing your face stained with tears. Before he could speak you warned him. “We need to go..Aegon knows I’m leaving..he attacked me and tried to…I hurt him…” He nodded grabbing your hand lacing his fingers into yours. The two of you hidden beneath your hooded cloaks. He avoided all of the Knight’s watch knowing exactly where they were assigned.
You heard them whispering trying to find your where abouts, but soon you were home free seeing the great boat that was to take you to freedom. He looked back at you with a smile and you were glowing with excitement. The crew was now on their course and you were on deck watching your prison slowly fading away into the distance.
Criston wrapped his arms around you, the lack of armor was a bit strange for the both of you, but it felt good to be free of it all. “I’m going to make you so happy, my Princess. I’m still your sworn protector come what may. After you have our child we will travel all corners of the realm just us.” You turned to face him cupping his face in your soft hands kissing him sweetly.
The two of you were off to your happiness or you would hope for it at least. There was a dragon biding his time waiting to strike…
To be continued…
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ghoulette-knell ¡ 5 months
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Confessional Booth
Terzo x Fem!Reader
You’re confessing to Terzo… some very explicit dreams you’d had about him.
🔞MDNI🔞
TW: Oral (male receiving); Fingering (female receiving), Dirty Talk; Semi-Public Sex; Cum-Swap.
Word Count: 4,053
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Papa Emeritus III, also known as Terzo, sat silently as he waited for you to begin speaking. You and him were on opposite sides of the confessional booth, and he was ready to hear about the sins you must confess, no matter how deviant they might be.
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“What can I do for you, young one?” the Papa asked while leaning against the wall eagerly.
“Papa, I’ve been having dreams about… about you,” you whispered while pressing your ear against the wall to hear him better. He didn’t know who was on the other side of the wall, which is what made the confessional booth so affective— there was no shame because it remained anonymous.
"Dreams about me?"
Terzo raised his eyebrows. This piqued his interest as he wanted to hear more. He wondered what were the nature of these dreams. He could assume though… whenever talk was going on in a confessional booth, it usually wasn’t orthodox. This proved to interest Terzo even further.
"Please, go on," he replied. "Dreams of what nature?"
You hesitated slightly. It was embarrassing, but what made it easier was the fact that you were anonymous. There was definitely no going back now. He wouldn’t drop it until the words left your mouth.
“The… sexual nature, your unholiness,” you answered as a blush appeared on your face. You buried your face in your hands as you spoke, which slightly muffled your words.
"Interesting..." Terzo said, his voice dripping with temptation as he listened to you describe these dreams. He couldn’t help but smirk at your words, his hand hovering slightly over his crotch.
"Were the dreams pleasant? Tell me about them, sister.”
You blushed and squeaked slightly as Terzo spoke and asked such an important question and demanded to hear more. That was a question you were asking yourself too. Hell, you’d been with dozens of men and women in your life, but somehow, that dream with Terzo was more explicit and pleasuring than any experience with anyone before.
“Yes, Papa… they were very pleasant. Which is why I came to confessional today. I wish to understand why I feel this way.”
"Ah..."
Terzo grinned widely as his attention was captured by your words.
"Would you mind... uh... elaborating on these dreams for me, cara?” Terzo asked as he inched closer to the side of the confessional booth where he could hear you better. The anticipation for him was growing as well, his pulse picking up.
“Well,” you swallowed nervously, “It was you and I… in the confessional booth, ironically enough. You had me in on your side… I was sitting on your lap with your hand placed over my mouth so no one could hear me moan, groan, and scream... You fucked me while listening to the other Sisters of Sin’s confessions.”
Terzo was speechless... but not in a bad way. As the details of your dream began to sink in, a smirk spread across his face, along with a lustful gleam in his eyes.
He licked his teeth before whispering to you to "go on" through the wooden confessional booth walls with a subtle nod of encouragement.
You blushed deeply as Terzo obviously wanted to hear more. You felt a growth of both arousal and embarrassment as you continued to speak. Your boldness surprised you— perhaps Terzo’s words of encouragement were making you confident enough to continue this ‘confession.’
“That dream felt better than anything I had experienced in real life. If you’re anything like that in real life… I would be jealous of your partner, if you have a partner anyways.” Another blush graced your cheeks as you dared utter such words to your Papa.
"Oho! It sounds like you really enjoyed this dream," Terzo said as he let out a low growl of delight.
You had certainly stirred a fire within him— he seemed even more eager to continue this confession now. Of course, he was always eager to continue confessionals with his precious Sisters of Sin, but this unorthodox meeting has his blood pooling.
"Perhaps it would be possible to... replicate this dream in real life? How does that sound, young one?"
You gasped in surprise and stared at the wall separating Terzo and you. You blushed deeply and nodded, nervously grabbing at your habit, a tendency you showed when you were incredibly nervous, “I suppose that sounds nice, Papa. Is that what you want me to do?”
"Oh yes, it's what I want you to do."
Terzo let out a low growl of approval and anticipation as he leaned even closer, his head now resting on the wooden wall separating the two of you. The anti-pope couldn’t help but wonder excitedly which of his sisters was on the other side of this wall.
"I know you want it too. Why else would you confess this to me in secret? You wanted to tempt me into acting on these urges, yes?"
Your eyes widened as Terzo lightly accused you of purposely using this confession to get what you wanted, “I promise, Papa. This was not my original intention. I know Lucifer would’ve wanted me to confess such desires to you, and it would’ve been blasphemous to disobey our Dark One.”
"Ah, how dutiful and obedient," Terzo said with amusement in his voice as he stroked his chin with his gloved hand, "Lucifer would be proud of you, mia dolce.”
He looked to be lost in thought for a brief moment before he continued in a more suggestive tone, "If your dream is any indication, Lucifer clearly wants you to... satisfy... me. Your Papa is asking for your obedience once more. Can you give it?"
You felt a heat pooling in the pit of your stomach as Terzo asked you that burning question. Were you going to give him what he wanted?
The answer was yes. Undoubtedly so.
You groaned lightly while pawing at your pussy through your habit, “Y-Yes, Papa. I am yours to do whatever you wish.”
Terzo smirked as you gave your submissive reply. It was clear that he and you had an understanding, and you were only fulfilling the wishes of your Papa.
"Are you sure your body belongs to me, cara?" He purred into your ears through the wooden wall. "I don't want to hear any hesitation. Only complete submission and confidence in your desires.”
Your breath hitched in your throat as you tried to swallow the accumulation of saliva that was pooling in your mouth from Terzo’s words. No man nor woman had ever made you feel this turned on by just words alone.
Circumstances helped. It felt so deviant and blasphemous to be having this conversation with the anti-pope in his own confessional booth. Just the circumstances alone made you feel very hot, but also being able to have a chance to fuck Terzo was the tipping point.
Your fingers began to move faster against your wet pussy, moans threatening to leave your lips.
“Yes, Papa. I am confident that my body belongs to you. I am wholly yours to do whatever… whatever you wish. Make my confession a reality.”
"You know what I want."
Terzo's voice was lower in tone than usual as he looked dead centre at the wall where he knew you were seated behind; his multi-coloured eyes gleaming in the darkness.
"And I know you can't resist the temptation. You're already wet and begging for me to take you," he whispered. "I bet just the idea of it has you dripping. I can smell your arousal, mia tesora.”
Your eyes widened over how direct Papa was being. You felt your thighs begin to shake and burn over being called out for your lust by the man who was causing it.
“Fuck, Papa. Can I please… can I please come on your side of the confessional booth. I can’t wait much longer.”
"Yes, yes, of course!" Terzo replied eagerly as he unlocked the door that separated the two of you. His smile grew and his eyes glistened as he anticipated your arrival.
"Come to Papa," he said in an enticing voice as he gestured to you to enter the confessional booth beside him. As you walked in; your face red with embarrassment, lust, and desire, the smirk on his face just continued to grow.
He definitely hadn’t expected you to walk in.
He recognized you from mass and other ministry-related services. You were shy, only speaking when chanting Satanic texts and prayers to the Dark One. You were a very ‘only speak when spoken to’ individual, which was what surprised Terzo the most. He would’ve never suspected a Sister of Sin like yourself would have such dirty thoughts about her Papa.
He placed his hand on your thigh and rubbed it gently, “It is a pleasant surprise. I wasn’t expecting you, Sister (Y/N).”
You blushed lightly and closed the confessional booth doors behind you. Terzo’s gloved hands felt absolutely wonderful against your quivering thighs. If it wasn’t for your underwear, you knew your wetness would begin to pool over, “Lucifer blessed me with such desires, Papa. You only fuel them.”
You leaned your arms on the walls to hold yourself up, as you had to crouch due to the low ceiling of the booth. Terzo’s face was right at yours; only a few inches apart.
Terzo's lips curled into a mischievous smile as his gloved hands continued their journey up your thighs — the friction of the fabric felt even better than he and you both imagined.
"Your Papa has taught you well, cara. You're doing a great job of making me want you," he purred. "I'm glad I get to show you the way to darkness.”
He chuckled softly as you blushed from his words. His voice began to grow even more lustful as the moments passed. “Tell me how much you want it."
You groaned and swivelled your hips to meet his hands as they made their way further up your habit. You could feel how delicate his fingers were as they grazed your panties in a teasing manner. You shivered as his finger began stroking the outside of your panties.
“I need you so bad, Papa,” You moaned while staring down at him with such heavy, unbridled lust in your eyes, “I physically feel like I might pass out if your dick, your tongue, or your fingers aren’t inside of me.”
The words were coming out of your mouth all jumbled and breathily now that this was truly happening.
"So desperate," he whispered, making fun of your breathlessness while slowly sliding the glove off one of his fingers. He softly began pressing the bare digits on your skin. You could feel how warm his touch was, and with the slightest pressure, there was a slight chance of it burning your skin. But, that was what made it so good.
He chuckled a little.
You groaned lowly as his fingers began to trail up your skin. Somehow, Terzo removing his gloves made him seem more human.
He was always seen as Papa Emeritus III, never Terzo. He was the leader of the Satanic church— the anti-pope. He rarely exhibited humanistic expressions or emotions, and his skull paint always blocked facial expressions. This made him seem more human… more alive.
“P-Please, Papa,” you whispered as my arms began to shake as they held you up in this confessional booth.
He smirked at you, his remaining gloved hand quickly losing that glove as Terzo’s teeth clasped around the fabric; removing it from his digits. His hand found it’s way back to your hip and he quickly pulled you onto his lap. You squeaked as he did this; your face flushing red once again.
He moved his free hand further upwards to your chest as it lightly traced your cleavage line. His painted lips delicately kissed your exposed breasts, his fingers digging into your hip as he held you in place.
“P-Papa, please stop teasing me!” you whined as Terzo continued to pepper your breasts with soft kisses. Your pussy was basically screaming at this point to be touched, especially now since the man had pulled you into his lap.
You wanted nothing more than to fingered right now… to be bent over Terzo’s office desk and be rammed until you saw stars… or to have his dick forced down your throat until you were gasping for air.
"If you want it from Papa, it will be a struggle, cara. You must earn it," he said with a devious smile.
His painted lips kissed up to your neck where he bit down and held as he began to kiss down your cleavage; his fingers still exploring your hips and waist.
“Do you want me to blow you, Papa?” you asked bluntly while swivelling your hips into his exploring hand, “I will do whatever you want as long as I get you inside of me tonight.”
His eyes widened as he registered what you had just said to him. He slowly lifted his painted lips away from your neck; blackened smudges left behind on your skin, and looked into your eyes.
"Oh, that's what you want, cara?" He chuckled lustfully.
He brought his lips next to your ear, and in a sultry voice, he whispered, "Do you know how to use that beautiful mouth of yours, mia tesora?”
“I’ve had experience with it, Papa,” you giggled lightly while leaning into his lips as they grazed your ear; your lips enveloping with his, “I know how to make you feel good if that’s what you’re asking.”
"I knew you might have some... experience. But I think it was time to teach you how to do it right,” he said in a sultry, seductive tone. He kept his lips pressed against yours for a short moment before he gently pulled away, looking at you and stroking his chin with his gloved hand.
"Now, show me how good your mouth is, cara.”
You pecked his lips once more, then slid off his lap and onto the floor. Your knees held you propped up as your hands flew to Terzo’s belt. You quickly unbuckled his belt and helped the anti-pope push his pants down to his knees. His boxers already had a tent pitched in them, signifying how excited his body was for you.
You stared up at him with lust-filled eyes while pulling his boxers down, “You’re so big, Papa. I can tell.” You licked your lips as Terzo looked down hungrily at you.
The sight of your eyes looking up at him as you revealed his manhood did nothing short of make Terzo’s heart race and his lustful thoughts build even more.
"You are bold, cara," he chuckled softly as he watched you look at him with such lust and admiration.
"Show me what your mouth can do. Please your Papa.”
Immediately, without hesitation, you licked Terzo from his base all the way to the tip. It was agonizingly slow to get back at him for teasing you before. You placed your hands on Terzo’s bare thighs as you continued to kiss and lick his member, your eyes never leaving his.
Terzo looked down on you with an expression that spoke of surprise.
The painted lips on his face curled into a lustful smile, as he placed a hand on your head to hold you in place.
"Oh, cara..." he whispered seductively, "... that feels so good right now."
You giggled lightly as Terzo’s fingers intertwined with your hair; his arm lightly bouncing your mouth over his cock.
Unknown to the both of you at this moment, however, another Sister of Sin walked into the other side of the confessional booth, where you once were.
“Papa, I’ve come to confess,” she whispered as you continued to take Terzo in your mouth.
Terzo's eyes widened as he heard another voice speaking from the other side of the confessional booth. His smile grew wider as it became clear that this Sister of Sin was oblivious as to what was going on in the booth with his cock and your lips.
"Now, now, Sister... don't be shy," he said stoically to the newcomer. "Speak your problems to Papa, and your sins can be acknowledged." As he spoke his words, Terzo's free hand gripped onto your head firmly and his lips curled into a more lustful expression. His hips began to thrust into your mouth.
You fought the urge to choke as he did this. Your eyes bulged out as he moved. The last thing you wanted was for this oblivious sister to hear your choking and grow suspicious of what was happening through the wooden wall.
Your fingernails dug into Terzo’s thighs from the sudden presence of his dick hitting the back of your throat.
Terzo's eyes widened as you choked and dug your fingers deeper into his thighs. The fact that you weren't able to properly breathe turned him on even further. This was the feeling of domination that he relished in.
You heard several words exchanged from the other side, where the oblivious sister continued to speak to Terzo. Meanwhile your efforts of fighting that gag reflex began to grow stronger and stronger.
The fact that this was happening with someone mere inches away made this so much hotter. Your underwear was soaking wet at this point.
“Sometimes I wonder if Lucifer is really there for me,” the sister droned on as your mouth continued to sink down on Terzo’s twitching cock, “I know he loves all of us, but I have to wonder why he lets things happen.”
“Oh, sister,” Terzo muttered. You weren’t sure if he was replying to the sister on the other side of the confessional booth, or to the sister currently giving him the best blowjob of his life.
The sister on the other side continued speaking. Meanwhile, Terzo closed his eyes and his grunts of pleasure grew even louder.
"It is hard to understand The Dark One's works, sister. But you must remember that he has a plan. He is testing you, pushing you towards your limits."
The woman continued to speak and talk of the tests being placed on her and the other Sisters of Sin.
All while this sister and Terzo spoke about Lucifer, you continued giving him the best of your skills with your mouth. You could tell the anti-pope was close to cumming based on his involuntary muscle twitches in his hips.
After a few more magical moments of giving Terzo some of the best head of his life, you could tell Terzo was ready to reach his climax. His hands forced your mouth down; the head of his dick slamming painfully into the back of your throat as he came. Your gag reflex failed you and you sputtered and choked, making noises that would make Satan himself blush. Terzo’s moans from reaching his orgasm mixed in with your noises, creating a cesspool of pleasure.
You prayed the sister on the other side of the wall was too wrapped up in her own problems to hear the two of you.
Luckily enough, the sister on the other side of the wall continued to speak her confession to Papa while he experienced the most euphoric and lustful moments of his life inside the confessional booth.
The moans and sounds emanating from your side of the booth were... loud, to say the least. But the oblivious sister on the other side didn't have any clue as to what was going on. Terzo’s dick, for the most part, muted your gags.
“The Father of Darkness… he truly is… the embodiment of… pleasure,” Terzo moaned in euphoria, feeling you swallow his cum right down your throat as he exploded in your mouth.
It burned going down, but it was a good burn.
Without hesitation or allowing you any time to recover, Terzo’s hands wrapped around your hips and he hoisted you up and onto his lap. The man was eager, and he surely didn’t care about the other sister in the booth. He smashed his lips to yours, tasting himself on your lips.
His hands quickly discarded your panties; a chuckle vibrating in his throat as he did so.
He slipped a hand between your legs and brushed his fingers over your entrance. You felt his lips on your neck as he kissed you hungrily, a low growl emanating from deep within his throat.
“S-Shit, Terzo!” you groaned while cocking your head to the side to give the anti-pope more access to your sensitive skin.
Your hips twitched from pure and unbridled arousal as Terzo’s fingers danced over your clit; his thumb and pointer finger coming together to tease the sensitive bud.
As you were about to moan loudly, Terzo’s hand quickly clasped over your mouth, absorbing your moans.
Your body bucked in Papa's lap as he played with you. His lips left your neck as he whispered in your ear:
“Quiet, cara," he hissed seductively. "Can't let the sister hear us on the outside. That would be awfully… awkward to explain why I’m fucking you while I should be focusing on her problems.”
He pulled his fingers away and placed them against your face; painting your lips with your own slick. He quickly dunked his soaked fingers into your lips; your tongue dancing around his fingers eagerly. He then placed his hand back down and continued to tease your entrance.
Then, the first finger went in. You gasped in surprised and dug your teeth into the hand that was still over your mouth to mute your moans; not enough to draw blood but enough to be a bit painful.
Terzo's lips curled into an expression of pure delight when your teeth sunk into his fingers. The painted muscles of his mask flexed as his free hand continued to work its way inside of your sopping cunt.
“Papa, are you still listening to me?” the woman on the other side of the confessional booth asked. She had gone silent, likely listening to the noises Terzo and you were making.
“Of course, sister. I am always listening to the faithful when they need me,” Terzo replied deeply, a moan threatening to leave his mouth. “Your confession is almost done. Please continue.”
Terzo quickly added another finger, which he effortlessly slipped into you thanks to how wet you’d become. His thumb circled around your clit, summoning hungry grunts and growls from you.
You began grinding down on his hand. The friction and penetration was enough to cause a heat to pool in your abdomen. Terzo’s free hand came up and started stroking his cock as he kept fingering you. He lapped up the noises your were making; his lips hungrily kissing yours as you squealed.
Papa continued to stroke his dick against your pubic mound. He occasionally slapped the head against your swollen clit, causing your hips to involuntarily jerk forward. This caused Terzo to giggle, which quite frankly, was the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard.
His fingers began to make a scissoring movement inside of your cunt, which was the tipping point you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you came all over Terzo’s fingers.
The anti-pope sped up his own pleasure and stroked himself faster. As you finished cumming, the man himself came; his thick ropes of seed drenching your pubic hair. His lips met yours in pure ecstasy as the two of you came down from your climax.
“I think I’ll come back later, Papa…” the Sister of Sin muttered while standing up and leaving.
You giggled in amusement while kissing Terzo once more, “I doubt she will be coming back.”
“Eh. Not my fault she can’t enjoy one of Satan’s most wonderful blessings— lust. Her loss.”
Terzo playfully swiped your sensitive clit again with his thumb, “Meet me in my quarters tonight, cara. You have some more confessing to do, I’m afraid.”
A smile rose to your face, and you kissed his lips once more before climbing off his lap, your legs shaking from the over-exertion , “I will be there, Papa.”
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