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Woods around The Ministry were wild and dark, mostly untouched by human hand. There were very few paths and only on the outskirts of it. There was a main road, so they got a communication with the human world, used daily but well-hidden because years of persecutions made the Satanic Church more than a little paranoic and the Ministry was supposed to be a safe haven for their congregation. And it was. Now was also a home of two Antichrists and one of them was testing his newly acquired skills and powers. It was why Copia ended up making his way through the forest, Swiss behind him, clearing the path for him a little, so the satanic Messiah wouldn’t fall on his face, tripping over the roots, or wouldn’t get said face hit with a low-hanging branch. Swiss liked his face as it was.
Copia was looking for Perpetua who took some of Ghouls with him to ‘spread his wings’ as he called it which actually meant he was itching all over to get loose with his Beast form. It happened from time to time, the irritating need to fly and roar, to test his power against Ghouls and nature, to see what he is actually able to do. It usually left forest with a new clearing made of fallen trees, marked with deep scratches of his claws, broken from the forceful hits of his tail. It was all neat and dandy, Perpetua was powerful, every time discovering something new about his form, incited by Ghouls. Papa, can you bite through this tree? Papa, can you breathe fire? Papa, can you…
The list of his abilities was long. Mostly it left twins a bit confused. What were they supposed to do now, as the Antichrists? No one had answers to that question, even Ghouls, even their Fallen Angels. Was there a plan of action for them? Why could Perpetua morph into a literal dragon for Blake’s prophecies? What should they do with it? Attack the Vatican or something? It was crumbling from its former power already, they only needed to wait it over. Scare the unbelievers? Neither of them wanted to rule with fear. And yet, there it was, a Beast of Hell, walking the earth.
The other thing was that Perpetua wasn’t fully himself when he changed. It was hard to describe for him but it was like a human, conscious part of his brain became suppressed somehow and he was led by pure instincts. They both fear it a little, they were afraid that he could lose himself, who he was, if he was in that form too long. Copia and Umbra were usually able to initiate his change back, just looking at his twin was enough for Perpetua to want to come back.
This time Perpetua and his little entourage were gone for more than eight hours and Copia started to worry. So he claimed he needed fresh air, changed from his Frater’s gear into a red track suit and went to the forest. He trusted that Swiss would lead him straight to their respective siblings, probably just so overenthusiastic about another act of destruction they were committing that they lost a track of time.
He could swear Umbra was even more unhinged than Swiss, just hid it better at the beginning, because the Seraph sometimes threw tree chunks for the Beast to catch like it was some fucking frisbee game and generally threated Perpetua like he was her pet, crooning how cute he was.
‘Cute’ was not the word Copia would use.
Copia heard the flapping of wings and looked around. The warm glow of the setting sun was more visible in between the lower branches in front of them so they were close to clearing and after a few more minutes of walking there it was. A side of destruction, trees uprooted in a few places, crashed with claws and sharp teeth, threw with inhuman force, some of it burned, smoke rising above it.
“V!” Copia shouted to the sky. “V! It’s me!”
It only took seconds before the cast of wind made by the massive bat-like wings touched him, making him close his eyes so no dust would get to them. Perpetua lowered his fly, hanging in the air just above the clearing, against the backdrop of the setting sun that painted sky red. There he was, a magnificent infernal force, the membrane of his wings spread, skin silver and black, bone-tail with a sharp edge ready to strike. He heard Ghouls landing around them but he couldn’t take his eyes from Perpetua, the glory of the Great Dragon. He landed before Copia, so much bigger than him, massive legs and arms able to bear the weight of wings and tail, sharp bones shimmering in silver puncturing his form, his face half skull and so many spikes and sharp edges to him.
Every time Copia saw him like this he felt the need to fall on his knees and worship. Wasn’t it a living image of Satan, their Unholy Father? Wasn’t it what the Antichrist was supposed to be? There was no fear in Copia. He knew Perpetua would never hurt him. He could imagine it too, the Beast picking him up with ease, throwing him on the ground, towering over him… He blushed, knowing that Ghouls saw what he imagined, very little privacy within the Pack. And maybe V knew it too, because he tilted his head, eyeing Copia, not changing yet.
Copia shivered under his gaze.
The Beast was on him in one smooth move and Copia had to lift his chin to look at him. He was truly enormous in this form, way over two meters tall, so Copia’s head was on level just above his belly, his wingspan enough to cover the clearing, sun shining through the thin membrane of it, making the intricate web of tiny veins visible. He was so beautiful. Copia couldn’t help himself, he needed to reach out and touch his brother, the warm marble of his chest.
“And behold a great red dragon, having seven heads and ten horns, and seven crowns upon his heads. And his tail drew the third part of the stars of heaven, and did cast them to the earth…” Copia whispered, his fingertips grazing Perpetua’s chest and belly, many sharp, silver bones puncturing the blackened skin there, as stars in the night sky. It was his brother, however hard it was to believe when he stood next to him. His heart sang for Perpetua, for his closeness, the comfort it brought, the intimacy of it.
And not only his heart, if Copia was honest there.
Even that, like everything between them, was reciprocated. His crotch was almost at the level of Copia’s face, so he got an up-close-and-personal view as a slit in his body dilated, exposing bright red flesh as his cock unsheathed, swelling to its full size. Copia could smell salt and sharp spicy musk of Beast’s desire. Perpetua’s cock as big and long as Copia’s forearm was hard, head smearing precum on his abdomen, just below the belly bottom.
“Oh fuck,” Copia said. “Did you have fun with Ghouls?”
He assumed the Beast fucked with their Ghouls in this form. He imagined it, stroking himself, waiting for his brother to come back from the woods.
“Did I interrupt something here?” He asked. His hands, almost absentmindedly, went to his brother’s cock. It was way too wide to grab it with just one, he needed both of them, sliding up and down the never ending length of it on both sides, his fingers stretching to embrace it all. Copia was getting ridiculously turned on by this, the power he felt over the Beast, even now, having all Perpetua’s focus on himself. He was enthralled by the smoothness of his skin there, the strong smell of the precum, already leaking, with a hint of burnt wood and sulphur. He wanted to taste it, to check if it has a different note to it than what V usually tasted like. He just needed to lean down a little, stick his tongue out and run it flatly over the slit. There was so much precum, it was inhuman by itself. The Beast threw his head back and roared, the sound of it echoing through the forest. Copia was lost in the feeling, getting high on the taste, rich and complicated, just bitter enough to make him aware what it was.
“Oh, you like it,” he murmured between the licks. He was dizzy with desire. “Okay, change back now so we can do something with it.”
He expected that Perpetua would do exactly that, become human again and fuck him on the forest floor. They did it many times before. They fucked in the middle of the stone circle before the congregation during the last Walpurgis Night, charging the magic of the Ministry’s wards, making the place sing louder for the lost souls seeking shelter, making it easier to find for the right people. But this time Perpetua had other plans. The Beast put hands on Copia’s arms – his claws as long as Copia’s fingers – and pushed him down, forcing him to kneel and to lay down.
“V, come on, what are you doing…” Copia protested weekly, not really fighting against it. He watched, his pulse quickening, when Perpetua ripped his pants off him, the sound of torn clothes bringing him back to reality. “Oh, wait a minute, you guys cannot keep doing it, I spent a fortune on my wardrobe already…”
His protests were silences when a thick tongue rolled out of Beast’s mouth, hanging low, reaching his belly. Copia shuddered at the sight of it. Maybe V just wanted to return the favor then. He relaxed, throwing off the rest of his ripped now clothes – another naked walk of shame back to the Ministry, brilliant, his brother better be flying him there in his arms after that – and laid there, impatient to feel his tongue on himself.
He didn’t wait long, because V leaned down, almost touching the ground with his chin and started to sniff him. The warm puff of his breath made Copia spread his legs to feel more of it. He could feel the sun on his skin too, and he gasped with Beast’s nose nudging gently his balls, pressing under it, savoring the smell of his desire. And he smelled like Perpetua too, he knew that, his brother fucked him hard in the morning, leaving him leaking from it for the entire day, just the way Copia liked best.
“V…” Copia gasped, lifting up his hips for more, more touch, more stimulation, more of his twin, his Beast, his brother in Satan.
Perpetua licked him finally, the tip of the tongue – wide like at least two human fingers – prodding at his hole. It slipped in easily, Copia still was well stretched from their constant fucking like rabbits all over the Ministry.
Copia moaned shamelessly at that, his skin became hot and sensitive, a tight knot settled low in his belly. The Beast’s tongue was fleshy, flexible, more like Ghoul’s tentacles he was used to. And it kept coming in, impossible long, going deeper and deeper in him, loosing him up. Copia’s jaw hung open as he let out the whole series of soundless whimpers. It was like the great Sin, the Serpent entered him through Perpetua’s mouth, pressed all over his rim, teeth grazing the skin, stabbing it a little.
Perpetua made a sound too, a low growl of primal satisfaction. It went through Copia’s body like a thunder, causing him to quiver. The tongue was moving in him, swelling and swarming, rubbing against his sensitive inner walls better than any cock could, filling him completely. There was no space in him that wasn’t touched by Perpetua. He was so close already, just a few strokes and he would come…
… Before he had time to touch himself, the Beast moved, withdrawing his tongue.
“No…” Copia moaned, moving his hips, chasing the feeling, mind hazed from the heat of his body. “Not fair, you can at least let me finish…”
He was flipped on his belly which knocked air out of his lungs for a moment. Clawed hands were on his body, sliding through his back, now covered in a thin veil of sweat and moisture of the grass he laid on. He was forced to spread his legs wide so the Beast could kneel in between them and felt a wet cockhead sliding up and down his crack, wetting it.
“Fuck no,” he said. “Not happening, V. It’s not going to fit, you asshole.”
Yeah, Copia maybe liked his cock big and scrumptious but there was a line even he wouldn’t cross. And that line was being split in half by the monster cock. He looked at Swiss for help but his Ghoul only smiled at him with his many, many teeth.
Pretend all you like beloved but this shit is exactly right up your alley
“Fine, sue me for being a size queen but… oh fuck… He will break me! He is a fucking Beast of Hell now!”
And what do you thing you are stop panicking and enjoy the experience maybe protest some more it sound so sweet when you do it
So yeah, Copia officially was in an abusive relationship with his guardian angel, he would send a letter of complaint to Lucifer Themselves. There was no way in Hell Copia could take the whole length in.
Perpetua stopped rubbing his cock on him and slid his tongue back in, drooling profusely on him, making him all wet, spit running down his crack, up to his balls, tickling. And Copia couldn’t stop himself from thrusting his hips, trying to fuck himself on the tongue more. He was so turned on it hurt.
“No,” he said again. “Perpetua, I’m telling you to stop. Listen to me, V.”
Oh he is listening to you your body begs for it Copia beloved
“Shut up, Swiss, you fucking imp, don’t listen to him, V, be rational for a second…”
Perpetua places his cockhead on his rim. It felt hot and heavy. Even gaping he couldn’t hook on it, it was too big. There was panic rushing through his veins, inciting the arousal that was burning him from the inside. Yeah, he was an Antichrist too, but he was worried if his body would take it and maybe Swiss was right, he was protesting for the drama of it, but damn, let him have his little fantasy. He mewled another long ‘nooo’ and made a token attempt at escaping his brother’s grip, just to feel how strong he was, keeping him firmly in place, ignoring his pleas, Satan’s Horns, maybe he didn’t even register or understand them in this state.
And then Perpetua pushed in.
It was so big, so much, stretching him out impossibly wide. He was gasping, breath heavy and quick, and between desperate gasps – he was moaning. Perpetua kept pushing, filling him up, a growing heavy pressure between his legs. There was pain too, although not as much as Copia had feared. It was underlying all the building up pleasure of being so helpless and completely taken, claimed, reduced to the warm, slick hole to fuck into.
“No, too much, take it out, take it out…” he moaned just to have his words ignored, besides a quiet chuckle from Swiss, that bastard. “V, please, you are hurting me…”
It felt like his insides were shoved out of the way of the monstrous cock, hot and pulsating in him, like he was being remade for the sheer purpose of taking his brother’s cock. Hair on his nape was standing up and his nerves burned with the need to escape from it, and he was so close to come. His belly bulged from the amount of flesh in him. The ridges of Beast’s length were rubbing inside him in the most delicious torture he ever subjected himself to. He panted, trying to adjust to the width of the cock but to no avail. It was simply too much.
The dragon gave him his power, his throne, and great authority, came to his delirious mind.
Perpetua started to move. Copia screamed from the sensation of it, mostly because there was no mercy, no hesitation in his brother’s movement. He set a punishing rhythm from the beginning, every thrusts brought Copia pain and pleasure mixed together, the most intoxicating concoction, and he was coming in a few seconds of it, seeing white and curling his toes, screaming until his throat was too sore for it.
But Perpetua didn’t stop then, growling at the every contraction Copia’s orgasm provided and kept going, a brutal, animalistic fucking, like Copia was mounted by the animal with only goal in mind: to come in him, to fill him with cum and breed him. The only thing that was holding Copia’s limp body in place was V’s hand on him, claws digging into his skin, keeping him in place, manhandling him like he weighed nothing and against the sheer size of the Beast he probably did. Copia could just let go, stop thinking and rest hand on his belly, feeling it bulging with every vicious shove of Beast’s cock back into him. There was Swiss voice in his head, telling him that he should trust his own power more and isn't that just nice, to be a tight fuckhole for a monster? Haven’t you dreamed about it? Swiss was teasing him, saying how good Copia looked like that, fucked out of his mind, how pretty his belly was, all swollen over the thick cock, how sweet his pleasure tasted on Ghouls’ tongue, sipping from him.
Copia shook his head, Swiss voice replacing his own thoughts, heat in his body long became unbearable.
“Please, stop…” He tried once again.
Perpetua’s tail curled above them, like a scorpion ready to strike, but instead of slashing it slid into Copia’s mouth, stretching his lips, giving him something to suck and silencing him. He started to suck and lick it on instinct, just a reflex for Perpetua putting anything in his mouth, really. It had to feel good for Perpetua too, Copia’s tongue going around the ridged end of his tail, because he kept fucking him and groaning. Copia came from it two more times, screaming around the tail, before the Beast grunted, going all the way in and stilling his hips, V throwed his head back and howled with a power of church bell announcing the judgment day. The Great Beast and his Bride, Clothed in Sun, under him.
And he was given a mouth speaking great things and blasphemies, Swiss reminded Copia. He is screaming your name loud enough to be heard in heaven
Copia felt his cock twitching in him, spurting cum all over his insides, copious amounts of, enough to be forced out of him by the grip of the cock. At this point Copia was so deep into a subspace he didn’t even remember his own name and the sensation of cum dripping out of him was enough for him to shutter in another orgasm, dry and painful, and more like a deep shiver than previous three storms that devastated his body. For a moment he thought it was over, a pleasant experience whatsoever, but also he would now be sleeping for three days straight. And no more bottoming for at least two weeks, yes, even for you Swiss, you menace.
He was laid down flat on his front, Perpetua still in him and he braced himself for the feeling of V sliding out of him but it never came. The Beast was still on top of him, licking the sweat of his shoulders, his low growls sounded almost like purring. And then Copia felt something even more impossible in his oversensitive hole.
Perpetua’s cock was swelling in him, at the base.
“Fuck, no,” Copia said in a broken voice. “Back out.”
There was dull pain in his shoulder, Perpetua’s fangs piercing the skin, his tongue lapping at the blood.
“V. Pull out.”
An enormous hand was placed flat on his back, keeping him still. Perpetua rocked his hips, the knot catching in Copia, already too big to remove. Satan, it was so big. Copia felt tears running down his face.
Uhm, Swiss sounded unsure. I didn’t know he could do that.
“I will fucking exorcise you, demoni” Copia muttered. With every small movement he could feel V’s cum moving around trapped insides of him. It was intimate and overwhelming. He appreciated how gentle Perpetua was with him overall, trying not to crush him under his weight, hips rocking slightly, pushing the knot back and forth in him, sending electric shots along his spine every time it pressed into an abused rim or over his prostate. It was no short but infernal miracle his body could take it without tearing, Antichrist’s powers working to accommodate his brother's needs at the moment.
Perpetua tongue moved from his shoulder up the neck to the corner of his mouth, followed by his lips, pressing kisses all over Copia. There was even more cum sputtering from the monstrous cock inside him and that also was alone enough to keep Copia delirious.
It lasted for hours.
Copia was too deep in his happy place for most of it to notice how time passed. He came a few more times but mostly it was a state of pure bliss in which he didn’t even need orgasms any more. He was full, his brother was all over him, wings sheltering from the sun and wind, and his lovely Ghouls were kneeling around them, watching over them in this vulnerable moment. From time to time Copia just fell asleep, calmed by constant gentle rocking.
When the knot finally subdued and he felt the giant shaft sliding out of him, followed by enough cum to form a pool under him, he became painfully aware of the situation. He mustered enough strength to look over his shoulder, at his brother, human now and equally exhausted as him.
“I will fucking kill you…” Copia said, his teeth chattering from the sudden cold, especially the one he could in between his legs. Fuck, it was like a cold, night air was filling him up to his lungs. On one hand, it was nice, soothing. On the other hand, it was just cold.
Dew and Swiss started to set fires around them, to warm them up and he was sure that in a moment there would be water for them to drink and some soft blankets.
“I’m sorry” Perpetua looked generally ashamed. “It never happened with Ghouls!”
“Is it your sorry ass way to say that I am so special that your cock popped new magical properties just for me?”
“I’m not the one with sorry ass here…” Perpetua chuckled.
“That’s it, I hope Ghouls let you sleep in the Pit because you are not going anywhere near me until I can sit again without grimacing from pain.”
“Swiss is right, you are overdramatic…”
“Don’t you dare to end this sentence, Pet.”
Perpetua laid down next to him, his fingers gathering hairs from Copia's forehead.
“Did I hurt you? Are you really mad?”
Copia sighted.
“No, I will be fine, I’m just uncomfortable right now and it was amazing, just… unexpected. Fuck. I guess I can cross bestiality from my bucket list now. The only thing left there is necrophilia, which is an excellent coincidence since I can now kill you and fuck your corpse.”
Perpetua laughed, not caring for his threats. He leaned for a kiss and Copia offered one without a fuss. He might complain but damn, he missed kissing his twin.
“Or I will let you fuck me anyway you want for the next few weeks to make it up to you,” V offered.
“You would let me do it anyway. Don’t you worry, I will come up with something better.”
“Sure you will, I love your imagination. And you, I love you.”
“I love you too, V. Only my ass hates you right now.”
They laughed still when Ghouls got to them with everything they might need right now. There was a promise of a warm bath back in the Ministry and Swiss’ sweet kisses right now, under the night sky.
Life was better than good for Copia. It was brilliant.