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Chapter One- Waiting for the Night
I am laying here in bed trying to sleep. The silence only broken by the ticking of the bedside clock, reminding me that the longer sleep evades me the more exhausted I will be when I have to get up early tomorrow. I’m assigned to kitchen duty this week and I have to be up before Dawn to beat the breakfast rush and have everything prepared for my other Sisters for their morning meals.
My body is exhausted, but it’s my mind that won’t allow sleep to come to me. Tonight had been very exciting. Papa IV and his Ghouls had been away for several months conducting rituals across the country and they performed their last ritual last night near the Abbey. As a special treat all of the sisters got to go and witness this final ritual. After tonight Papa would be home for several weeks before going international with the rituals. He was kind enough to save the space directly in front of the stage for us Sisters so we could enjoy him in his full glory up close. Many of the sisters had never seen Papa perform before and they were in for a special treat. I had been to several rituals before, but had never been this close to the stage. It was a very heady experience. To see Papa up there, in full regalia and face paint performing so passionately. Words fail to accurately describe him while performing. He is equal parts seductive and sexual, making love to the audience while thrusting his glorious hips singing Mummy Dust, and caressing his microphone stand like its a long lost lover. Making everyone in the audience, male and female alike, sweaty and lightheaded with desire for him. Hence was his ability to bring his audience to their knees. But he also conveyed an air of mischief and sweetness. Making the audience laugh with his antics and making them want to just run up on stage and hug him like he was a little boy. In this way Papa made the audience fall in love and in lust with him. The combination of these two emotions was intoxicating. Being directly in front of the stage and getting such a close up view of him in his element was certainly doing something to me as well. Even though i have had several “encounters” with Papa IV in the past, seeing him shine on stage was a sight to behold. Full Papal face paint, blue sequined jacket, the sexiest pair of leather gloves ever to exist, making everyone around him desperate to know what they would feel like caressing their bare skin. And of course his black pants that look literally painted on. When he thrusts his hips it leaves VERY little to the imagination. By the end of the ritual the air is filled with the scent of sweat and pheromones that have been emanating from the crowd and Papa himself.
Thus I find myself lying awake reliving all of this with no hope of sleep as long as my mind wouldn’t let it go. But there’s something about Papa IV that attaches itself to your very soul and won’t let go. He gets in your mind and makes it impossible to think of anything else. This is also why he has been the most influential Papa to date, even though he is not technically part of the Emeritus bloodline. First as Cardinal Copia and then as Papa IV, he has managed to unite both sides of the church and membership has been at an all time high since he ascended to Papa.
After 2 long hours of tossing and turning I finally gave up any hope of sleep. Not only was my mind whirling with thoughts of Papa, but now my insides were clenching in agony thinking of the delicious ways I would ravage him if he ever gave me the chance. I felt that he would have at several points in time, but he always visibly held back and forced himself to leave my presence when things would get a little too… intense. I never understood what held him back. Was it me, or something in himself that made him leave me weak kneed and panting with desire unfulfilled? Truth be told, I have NEVER desired another human being so intensely in my life as I desire Papa. He has gotten under my skin, into my soul and I can honestly say that when he’s not around such as when he’s touring, I feel like a part of my very soul is missing. Deep down I know he feels the same way about me, but has held back his desires. And now knowing that he was home and in the Abbey in his chambers somewhere was making the flame of desire in my belly roar to life painfully. I needed to get some fresh air and walk off this feeling.
The gardens of the Abbey were the pride and joy of Papa I. He possessed an almost inhuman ability to make plants grow. And the gardens were quite extensive. Consisting of flowers of all varieties, hidden paths, Koi ponds and a hedge maze not unlike the one in the Shining, although not as grand it was equally difficult to find your way through. I had never really tried, the thought of getting lost in there caused in me an immediate claustrophobic attack. But the gardens presented many places where one could hide away from the world for a moment and drink in nature.
The air was cool and crisp in a comfortable way this October evening, and the moon was full, casting a dreamy bluish glow over everything. It was perfect. As I sat there in the quiet I began to remember the first time I met Papa IV, although at that time he was still Cardinal Copia…
When he first arrived at the Abbey I was fairly new to the Sisterhood myself and still getting used to the routine and the layout of the Abbey. I was tending some flower beds in the front of the Abbey (a rite of passage for all new Sisters. And you better pray to the Dark Lord Himself you didn’t kill any of Papa I’s prize black roses), when a black car with dark tinted windows pulled into the semicircular driveway of the Abbey. We had all heard rumors of the new Cardinal coming to live at the Abbey, but none of us had ever laid eyes on him or knew much about him. Only that he had worked his way up the ranks of the clergy in hopes he would be considered for Papa one day, knowing the Emeritus bloodline had no further progeny (although rumors were whispered in dark hallways that the Cardinal was actually the illegitimate son of Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil, but NO ONE would EVER consider saying that aloud).
I tried my best to not stare too hard at the approaching car, but my curiosity was screaming at me to look. So I found a spot that allowed me to see the car unobstructed and not be too obvious about it. The car pulled to a stop in front of the door and the Ghoul driving got out of the car and came to open the car door for the Cardinal. I held my breath as a single black boot emerged from the car. The Cardinal came fully out of the car and he was quite a sight to see. Dressed in a black cassock and mitre hat, his gold Grucifix shining brightly in the sun, he looked up and took in the sight of the Abbey. It was quite an impressive structure to behold for the first time. The first thing that I noticed about him was that he appeared to be painfully shy and unsure of himself. He carried himself with an air of a child that had been admonished throughout his life to be seen and not heard. My heart instantly went out to him and I had an intense desire to protect him at all costs and to care for him in any way I could. I have never felt that way before about what amounted to a complete stranger. But I knew that I would do anything to help this man.
As I stood there, lost in my own thoughts I felt eyes on me and realized that the Cardinal was looking directly at me. I blushed furiously at being caught, open mouthed staring at him. To his great credit he did not make me feel foolish about being caught. He simple looked at me, lightly nodded his head at me in greeting and walked up the steps to the Abbey. I don’t know why that simple nod went straight to my core and ignited such an intense flame, but at that moment I vowed to do what I could to get close to this man and make him happy.
The first week I saw very little of the Cardinal except at the evening meal, so tied up was he with getting adjusted to his new surroundings. So I was very surprised and happy to have a chance encounter with him late one evening shortly before lights out at the Abbey library. I had been there nearly all day drowning in ancient texts that I was working on restoring to their original state. So engrossed was I that when I heard a faint sound of a throat clearing my heart nearly jumped out of my chest and the parchment I was working on flew out of my hand and to the floor. I looked up to see Cardinal Copia, his face blushed a fiery red for scaring me, reaching down to fetch the parchment I had dropped. All the while mumbling his apologies for frightening me. “Mi scusi, I am so sorry to have frightened you! Please, let me help you.” He frantically began to try to pick up the dropped documents, but his hands were shaking so badly that he kept dropping them. A part of me almost wanted to giggle at his antics, but I knew that would be completely inappropriate. Not only would it be cruel to laugh at him, but he also garnered a certain degree of respect simply because he was a Cardinal. “It’s alright Cardinal,” I said, “ It’s my fault for being so jumpy. You just startled me, that’s all. No harm done.” I picked up the fallen texts and looked at him. His mismatched eyes looking so deeply into mine that I felt the breath leave my lungs in an audible gasp. I cleared my throat and asked, “Is there something I can help you with Cardinal?” He stood there, wringing his hands and looking sheepish “Si Sorella, there is a particular ritual that I am looking for and I am afraid that I do not even know where to begin to find it.” “Oh, I can certainly help you look for it. Which ritual are you looking for?” He looked down at his hands for a moment and when he once again looked in my eyes something had changed in his demeanor. He was standing up straighter and was no longer wringing his hands nervously. He confidently strode towards me, the only noise the sound of the cloth of his cassock as it swayed against his legs. He closed the distance between us in three strides and suddenly he was directly in front of me. He was slightly taller than me and he had to look down to peer into my eyes. He was so close that I could smell the incense on his clothing and his own personal scent that was musky and so very masculine. One whiff of that scent and my vision began to swim and I could feel my breath hitch in my chest. My heart was beating a rapid pace in my chest. Beating so hard I was convinced the Cardinal could hear it in the quiet library. He slowly reached down with one leather clad hand and lifted my chin so that I was looking up at him. “Mia Sorella, the hour is getting late. Perhaps we could arrange a time tomorrow to meet so you can show me around the library, Si?” With his hand under my chin and his mouth so close to mine I could do nothing except barely nod my assent. He leaned down to plant a chaste kiss on my cheek and turned to leave. The empty feeling and coldness that was left behind as he departed nearly made me cry out for him to stop and come back. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. “Get yourself together”, I thought to myself, confused and a little frightened at my reaction to him. I had never had that sort of intense reaction to anyone ever in my life. But then I remembered that we had arranged to meet up after the evening meal tomorrow and I could feel my stomach do flips in anticipation. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.
October is an especially busy time of the year in the church. Hunters Moon had just passed and preparations were underway for Samhain. The biggest celebration of the year. And this year there were rumors abounding about a very special announcement that was going to be made at midnight on Samhain. There were all kinds of theories about what that announcement would be including the potential for a new Papa. Papa III had been Papa for several years and was potentially being called to an even higher position within the church. It was all very exciting and a little nerve wracking as well. Change is difficult for humans, we become so comfortable in a routine that the thought of it changing can be very anxiety producing.
But my current state of anxiety had nothing to do with any of this, it had to do with my appointment with the Cardinal later this evening. The butterflies in my stomach were positively doing cartwheels and back flips. At the evening meal I barely ate a thing my nerves were so strong. For the most part I kept my head down looking at my plate of food. But every so often I would steal a glance to the head table in the room, where the Papa’s and the Cardinal sat eating their meals. It had been a few minutes since I last stole a glance. I slowly looked up from under my bangs, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible to find that the Cardinal was staring directly at me! I felt a flush of heat immediately rush to my neck and face. Whether because I was caught looking at him or the fact that HE was looking at ME, I do not know. I quickly turned away and tried to busy myself cleaning up my mostly uneaten meal. Suddenly I felt a warmth at my arm and looked up to see the Cardinal standing next to me. “Mia Sorella, may I help you clean up so we can get to our work in the library faster?” He was once again looking very sheepish and wringing his hands. The self assured and confident man from last night nowhere to be seen. “Thank you Cardinal, that’s very kind of you,” I responded. While I stood up and began gathering my things I noticed that Papa’s II and III were whispering to each other and looking in my direction. The Cardinal also noticed the scrutiny and picked up his pace in cleaning things up, head down and avoiding eye contact with the Papa’s. I wasn’t sure what that was all about, but I figured it was simply church politics and didn’t want to know really. I knew there was some division among the Papa’s about who would next ascend and the fact that the Cardinal was in the running for that prestigious title did not please all the Papa’s that came before. Once the table was cleaned up the Cardinal offered me his arm and said,”Shall we get to work, Si?” I took his arm and nodded my head.
The library is quiet at this time of night. Most of the Sisters having retired to their quarters or lingering in the dining room chatting amongst themselves and enjoying some dessert. And the small corner of the library that I usually found myself in was off the beaten path as well. I spent most of my time in the dusty bowels of the library dealing with ancient texts where no one else really went. There was a small desk in the corner with an antique lamp on it and a well worn black leather couch alongside the bannister that overlooked the main floor of the library. Across from the couch were shelves upon shelves of ancient tomes and scrolls. Some dating back to medieval times. The air in this part of the library was laced with dust and a musty odor coming from the tomes that was not unpleasant. I put my belongings on the desk and turned to the Cardinal. “So, what rituals are you looking for Cardinal?” He gave me a sheepish grin and replied,”Well, Mia Sorella, this must stay only between you and I, but I am studying up on the ritual of ascension. There is a very good chance that I may need to know it sooner rather than later.” And with that he gave me a knowing wink and patted my hand with his leather clad one. That simple touch was enough to send spikes of pleasure into my core. Shaking my head to clear the naughty thoughts away I quickly directed him to the proper scrolls.
I laid out the scrolls on the desk and we began to look them over. Standing side by side I could feel the heat emanating from him and once again that masculine smell that seemed to come from his every pore. I was getting so lightheaded smelling him that I had to breath through my mouth to be able to concentrate enough to help him through the translation. I sat down at the desk and I felt him move away towards the couch. I became so engrossed in the writing that I didn’t realize until I looked up that he had removed his cassock and draped it over the arm of the couch. He was standing there wearing a simple black shirt and black pants that looked spray painted on. My eyes roamed his frame, I was powerless to stop them. From his black leather boots, to his powerful thighs, to his crotch where his tight pants left little to the imagination, up to his stomach and chest, finally settling on his face. His mismatched eyes staring at me. The white iris glowing in the faint lamplight. He was a sight to behold. When he wasn’t squirming in anxious discomfort he could command a room. He sauntered over to the desk where I was sitting, his long legs propelling him quickly to stand behind me as I sat at the desk. He leaned over my right shoulder. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck making goose flesh break out all over my body. He reached over to point at something on the papers in front of me and the sight of that black leather gloved hand almost made be audibly gasp. I suddenly realized that he had asked me a question and I had no idea what it was. I shook myself out of my stupor and looked over my shoulder at him. “I’m sorry Cardinal, what did you say? I zoned out for a moment there.” And then I laughed in embarrassment at myself. The Cardinal looked down at me and said,”Bella Mia, are you alright? You look a little flushed and you’re sweating.” His words where ones of concern, but his tone and his demeanor indicated something more than simple concern. Before I could answer he straightened up and spun my chair around to face him. Sitting in the chair I was eye level with his crotch and I couldn’t help but notice an obvious bulge in his pants. I absentmindedly licked my lips at the sight. He reached down under my chin with his gloved hand and pulled my face up to look into his eyes. What I saw there stole the breath from my lungs. There was absolute fire in his eyes as he looked down at me. He ran his gloved hand through my hair and said,”Mia Sorella you are very bellissima, has anyone ever told you that before?” I shook my head no, not trusting my ability to speak at this moment. “Well you are… molto bello” I blushed at his compliment. No one had ever said that to me before and I liked it, A LOT. “Do you trust me Sorella?” I nodded yes to him and in that instant I saw his eyes fill with a lust like I have never seen before. I swallowed hard, feeling equal parts afraid and hornier than I can ever remember feeling in my entire life. I nearly cried out when I looked at him and he flashed the most lascivious grin I have ever seen. This was going to get interesting…
“Stand up” he said. His voice deep and gruff and laced with lust. My legs complied without me even willing them to. I stood before him and looked into his mismatched eyes. He looked away and walked (stalked was more like it) to the couch and sat down, legs spread wide, his arms resting on the back of the couch. “Come to me”, he growled. I made my way over to him on the couch, mindful of the uncomfortable sensation my underwear was making on my now sopping wet pussy. I needed relief in the worst way, but I pushed that aside as I stood before him. “Kneel”, his voice commanded, no arguments were to be had. I instinctively knew that failing to obey him would not be in my best favor. But I also felt safe. I knew in my soul that this man would never hurt me or allow me to be hurt in any way. I trusted him implicitly even though I barely knew him. It was a cosmic feeling.
I knelt in front of him, between his spread legs. I burned to run my hands up his thighs but I dare not do anything until I was told to. He reached out a gloved hand and stroked my cheek, his hand traveling from my cheek down to my neck where he grabbed a handful hair in his hand pulled me towards him. It hurt, but in the most erotic way possible. I did gasp out loud at that point. His mouth was up against my ear as he breathily said,”You want to make your Cardinal happy, no? Make him feel welcome, gradito?” I nodded furiously. My breath coming in short bursts. The feel of his breath on my ear and neck was delicious. My panties were nearly soaked through, but nothing could prepare me for what he said next. “I want to fuck that beautiful mouth of yours. Will you let Cardinal Copia do that? Will you let me fuck your mouth?” Not trusting my voice at that moment I nodded my agreement. “Good girl. And I want you to take me all in, do not hold back. I want to see my cock disappear down your throat.” With that statement he flashed another wicked smile that almost sent me over the edge. “Cara Mia, I would sooner cut off my arm than hurt you. if you need to stop you only need to tap my arm and I will stop, Si? You comprendere?” I almost laughed out loud at this tender gesture after the things he just said to me, but I was also touched by his caring. He released his grip on my hair and settled back into the couch, his arms outstretched behind him. I hesitated a moment, not sure if i needed to wait for him to guide me or if I should just go for it. While I mulled that over I heard him clear his throat. I looked up at him and he arched his eyebrow, looked between my face and the ever growing bulge in his pants, making his expectations very clear. That bulge was growing larger by the second and I experienced a brief moment of panic as to whether I could even come close to getting all of him in my mouth. But I shoved those thoughts aside and decided to just enjoy myself and whatever may come may cum.
I took a long, deep breath and I laid my hands on his legs on either side of me and just as I had imagined earlier ran my hands slowly over those glorious thighs. They were perfect, as I knew they would be. I inched closer to his ever growing erection. My hands grazed the bulge in his pants and I felt his breath hitch as he laid his head back against the couch. I slid my hands higher, to his waistband. My hand grazing the soft patch of hair on his abdomen that led to the promised land. I slowly began to unlace his pants. His breaths coming faster and shorter. I took my time, wanting to savor every minute detail. And truth be told, I was enjoying teasing him and making him crazy. I finally got to the last lace on his pants and the moment I undid that lace his cock was freed. I slowly ran my hand from its base all the way to the tip where there was a small droplet of pre cum. I caught the drop on my finger and then licked it off, earning a low growl from the Cardinal along the way. “Ragazza dolce, sweet girl, you are killing me.” I smirked to myself and leaned in closer. I ran my tongue along the same route my hand had just taken, from the base all the way to the tip. Drinking in every inch of him. His smell, his taste, it was the most intoxicating thing I had ever experienced. I put the head of his cock in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, teasing him into a frenzy. He put his hand over his own mouth to kept from groaning out loud and having someone hear us. With one last lusty look into his eyes I put him fully into my mouth. He filled every inch of my mouth and then some. I tried to relax my jaw and let him all the way in. I slowly took more and more of him into my mouth, until I felt him touch the very back of my throat. He groaned and I bobbed my head up and down a few times to get used to his size. Suddenly I felt his two hands grasp the sides of my head. He pulled me up and put a gloved hand to my throat with enough pressure to let me feel it, but not enough to hurt. He leaned in close to my face and kissed me long and hard, tasting himself on my lips. I squirmed under his gaze, the gloved hand at my throat, the hand grasping my hair, I rocked back on my heels looking for any friction to relieve the desperate need I felt in my groin. “Cara Mia, I am going to fuck that beautiful mouth now. Remember to tap if it is too much for you.” He released my throat and put his hands again on either side of my head and with a ferocity that shocked me for a moment he thrust his cock down my throat. He began a ferocious pace as his hands pulled my head down on his cock and his hips rose to meet his hands. For a brief moment I thought it might be too much and considered tapping out, but then I got my rhythm and met his ferocious thrusts with my own. I reached out with one hand to cup his balls while the other hand went to my own throbbing sex and did what I could to relieve the tension ready to explode. His thrusts became quicker and his breath shakier and I knew he was close. I feared for a moment how I would handle him cumming in my mouth when he growled at me,”Swallow it all, swallow all of me amore.” That was all the encouragement I needed to hear. As the hand that I was using to pleasure myself sped up and my own release was imminent he thrusted even more frantically into my throat and I felt him cum. He cock jerked inside my mouth several times as his seed spilled down my throat, warm and salty tasting I drank it all in. I heard a strangled gasp come from the Cardinal and he stilled. His breathing ragged and quick. I slowly slid his softening cock out of my mouth and sat back on my heels. it was then that I looked up past the Cardinal and across the room, in a darkened corner and I saw Papa III, also known as Terzo standing there watching us, his own erect cock in his hands as he stroked himself while he watched the Cardinal and I. I gasped and when Terzo realized he had been seen he quickly dropped out of sight. “Are you alright mi amore? Was I too rough with you?” I decided at that point not to tell the Cardinal that Papa III had seen us. I didn’t want to ruin the moment. And I knew Cardinal Copia would be mortified if he knew Terzo was jerking off watching us. Their relationship was complicated as it is, no need to make it more so. “No Cardinal, not at all. You were perfect.” He leaned down to kiss me and I returned the kiss greedily. He put himself back in his pants and smoothed out his hair with his gloved hands. “It is your turn, No?” he said with a devilish grin on his face. I smiled back and stood up, pushed him back in the couch and straddled him. It was then that we heard voices coming closer. I quickly jumped to my feet and straightened out my hair and clothing. The Cardinal did the same and I returned to sit at the desk trying to seem nonchalant while my heart thudded crazily in my chest. I could feel the color drain from my face as Terzo rounded the corner walking with Papa II. “I swear fratello, I thought I saw the Cardinale come in here earlier tonight.” That little shit, he knew exactly where the Cardinal was and what he was doing. He was just being an obnoxious dickhead. “Ah, there you are Cardinale!” Terzo exclaimed. Somehow in that fraction of a moment the Cardinal had managed to get up from the couch and put his cassock back on, looking completely put together with no hint that moments ago he was mercilessly fucking my mouth. “Sorella, can we steal the Cardinale from you? We have some business to attend to, si?” “Of course,” I said as I began to frantically gather my belongings. I don’t know how Cardinal Copia managed to look so calm when I felt on the edge of panic. I got myself together as best I could, said goodnight to the Cardinal and began to walk away when Terzo grabbed my arm. He looked in my eyes as his other hand wiped at the corner of my mouth. “You have a little smudge here Sorella, let me get that for you,” he said with a impish look in his mismatched eyes. He then licked the finger that he wiped my mouth with and said,”Buona notte Sorella. Pleasant dreams,eh?” With that he released my arm and winked his white eye at me. I practically ran to my room.