The First, Second And Third Sons...

The First, Second and Third sons...

Papa Nil/Nihil has three sons: Papa Emeritus the 1st, 2nd and 3rd. 'Papa Emeritus' is a title, and we were never told their birth names. So for all we know, those are very likely their REAL, actual birthnames. "Papa! Congratulations, it's a boy! What would you like to name him?" "I don't know what to name him. He is my first son. So... First?" I dare you to read that and not hear it in his voice! LOL

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Here’s a fun idea:

There are soooo many talented artists in this bandom. Like really you guys do such fantastic work thank you for it! And we know that the band appreciates fanart to the point of collaborating with them to make some awesome merch.

Wouldn’t it be flippin cool if Ghost collaborated with a group of these lovely artists to make an awesome Ghost Coloring Book or even maybe a Comic Book? Ugh just picture it!!

Aye Tobi, I know you read these.. put out a coloring book, fam

With Papa’s Guidance

Writing prompt from @anamelessmama

Prompts were Cardi, Papa III and stealing.

!This is VERY NSFW!

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It had been far too long. Mama had been gone for months with a group of Sisters, missionary work to spread the word of the Dark Lord. It was between tours but Papa Nihil refused to let him accompany them. That, is what led to his current situation, his cock buried deep in a sweet sinful young thing that growled orders and dominated him in her own way, but she wasn’t Mama.

Having made her cum several times he was aching for release. He began having trouble concentrating. He kept thinking of Mama and it made his cock twitch, painfully hard and engorged more with blood, making his body tense in anticipation and pain. He needed to hear it, he needed that command. He needed those words from sweet red lips, commanding him to cum. But this Sister wouldn’t do it, she was too focused on herself and he felt… left out of the coupling. The fact she insisted they do it on Mama’s bed didn’t help his tension either. He was shuddering and biting his lip when the door opened and startled him so badly he fell back, wet cock slapping sharply against his stomach.

Cardinal Copia scrambled to his knees, pushing away the sheets that tangled around his legs, head bowed as he struggled to catch his breath and mumble an apology. “Mama! W-welcome home! I-I–” His cheeks were burning red, his face felt like it was on fire. He shook in both fear and happiness, the pain forgotten for a moment at the thought of Mama punishing him. The thought almost made him drool, the meat between his knees did, leaving a wet mess on the sheets. A cool, soft gloved hand stopped his words and lifted his chin so he was staring at Papa III’s skull painted face. A smirk curving the man’s lips as he said, “Hmmm not Mama, Papa is here instead.”

The Sister was pulling the sheets to cover herself, suddenly demure and sweet, greeting Papa with batted eyelashes and a voice dripping with honey and promises. It was an act Papa saw through easily. He looked from her to Copia and asked him if this was the type of girl he liked to bury himself in when Mama wasn’t here to give him a hot wet place to play. They weren’t just words when Papa said them, he could use his voice to caress you anywhere you needed it. Not wanted, but needed. The imagery his words conjured had the two squirming, making Papa chuckle deep in his throat as he pulled the sheets from her and coaxed them both back into position.

He slipped behind Copia and pressed his harder body tight against his flushed back, so tight he could feel the muscles through the layers of cloth as they flexed. The Cardinal stammered as the gloved hands slid down his sides, Papa whispering so softly in his ear, complimenting him on a well toned body with impressive endowments. Papa leaned forward, pressing his weight against the other’s back and forcing Copia to lean over the panting Sister. the Third put his hands over Copia’s and slid them up the insides of the Sister’s thighs, over the top of her hip bones to grip her waist and pull her down onto his cock in one slow, smooth motion. The Cardinal bit back a moan but the girl wasn’t shy at all, it was obvious she liked the feeling of being entered and stretched open. Pulling the girl tight against Copia’s groin, they lifted her higher, resting her plump backside on Copia’s thighs so his cock was pulled down slightly, changing the angle and making the girl stretch and arch her back.

Papa tilted his head to press his painted lips against Copia’s ear again, whispering and coaxing him to move as the gloved hands moved from the girl’s body to the Cardinal’s, sliding softly over the slowly thrusting hips, down to lightly play against the root of his cock, pressing his fingers into it and stroking with the tips of his fingers before moving higher. He ground his groin against Copia’s bare ass, the feeling of his member hardening with every shift of his hips only made Copia breath harder. His body was being manipulated, Papa’s hands seemed to know all his hot spots without being told and between the Sister moaning and writhing on his cock, and Papa thrusting against him, guiding his body into her, he couldn’t help letting out a sweet moan.

The sound made Papa grin, whispering encouragement and feeding the Cardinal’s imagination with what would be done to him when they were alone. The pads of the soft gloved fingers rolled his tight little nipples firmly, almost hurting, just enough to send shocks of pleasure down his body to make his cock jump and swell inside the Sister as he arched over her, hands gripping fistfuls of the pillow. His hips rolled and thrust harder, shifting his weight and angle as Papa’s hips directed. He gasped when the hands went to his hips and gripped them tightly, nails digging through the soft cloth into his hip bones. Papa lifted away from his back to grind and thrust that thick, hard meat against the tense muscles of his ass, making Copia’s body jerk forward as if he were the one being plowed. Then Papa’s weight was against his sweating back again, bodies arching and grinding, showing the Cardinal what pleasures he had been missing.

The Third’s hands slid up over his sides, nails still digging into his flesh through the gloves as they scraped up his ribs and over his shoulder blades, over the back of his neck and forward over his throat where his fingers splayed and gripped his throat, squeezing slightly. Their bodies writhed and jerked in pleasure, Copia completely forgot the Sister screaming under him, muttering a prayer to the Dark Lord as her eyes rolled back in pleasure, her muscles tightening around his aching cock, making him squirm and gasp. The pressure on his throat was a completely different level of pleasure and he pressed into it, swallowing hard against the grip. It wasn’t choking, it was more the same feeling of his collar, tight in just the right places, soft and comforting. Dear Satan he’d never even imagined Papa III could do this. He’d heard the screams coming from his room so many times but never imagined such pleasure, without anything more than grinding and guiding and touching…

Copia opened his eyes and saw the Sister through a haze of pleasure, flushed bright red and gasping for air between moans and soft wails of pleasure, she writhed and spasmed beneath them and Papa’s weight only forced Copia deeper into her. Still, he couldn’t cum, he ached to, but he needed Mama… “Hnnn Mama… Mama… please…” The desperate plea wasn’t even a whisper, just a gasp of breath but Papa heard it and smiled, nibbling on the Cardinal’s ear to hear him cry out and feel him squirm, twisting and grinding against the cleft of the Cardinal’s ass so he felt Papa’s heat and throbbing on his taint. He had total control of himself despite the hard throbbing ache in his slacks, but he knew the Cardinal did not, and he loved it. Licking the curve of his ear, he growled Copia’s name in a deep, breathless whisper, a hot kiss over the wet, flushed cheek as he commanded the Cardinal to cum.

*whispers* No one can resist the hip thrusties of Papa Emeritus the Third... Including himself. *fans self* I think he loves doing it almost as much as we love watching him do it... *q*

Ghost - Mummy Dust [Aftershock 2016]

Ghost frontman Tobias Forge on the end of the charade

(TRANSLATED FROM GERMAN)

For many years, the frontman of the heavy metal hit band was just masked, known as Papa Emeritus or Cardinal Copia. Now Tobias Forge has put off the mask - not entirely voluntarily, as he tells in the NP interview.

Hanover

The guesswork has come to an end: The Swedish rock musician Tobias Forge(37) hides behind the mask of the Grammy-winner Ghost and the pseudonyms Papa Emeritus and Cardinal Copia. Before the start of the Ghost Germany Tour, we talked to Forge about charades in Rock'n'Roll.

I’m not talking to dad Emeritus or Cardinal Copia today, but to Tobias Forge . Was it liberating when your name became known?

Papa Emeritus would never have given an interview … 80% was liberating. Without wanting to complain: But if I could control it, I would have left it as it was. But if you have a band that grows and grows, even commercially, that does not go well with anonymity. It was probably inevitable.

It was not really voluntary - your name became known in a lawsuit …

That’s true. On the other hand, many fans already knew who I am. I had been recognized on the street before. Some media had become a bit of a charade . We had many cancellations handed to journalists who wanted to do something personal with me. And my job is to make Ghost as big as it gets.

You are on a good way …

Yes, and I asked myself, “Why do I say no to it so often? I’m not even anonymous anymore. ”

What was the original idea behind the “ charade ”, as you call it?

I grew up with rock, heavy metal , death metal at a time when there was no internet. I learned to worship bands I knew almost nothing about. Today you can read everything, not only on Wikipedia , but also in books - everyone has a book today. That was early, mid-90s not so. Of course , there were books about the Beatles or the Rolling Stones . But not about Lemmy or Mötley Crüe.

One pounced on every little thing one could learn about his favorite bands.

Exactly, and I wanted to go back there. When I had the idea over ten years ago, I did not think Ghost would become such a big commercial success. In the underground: Yes, I could imagine that. But not like this. I imagined Ghost less like a classical band, but more like an art installation or a theatrical production of mine, which gives a few guest performances in the same place, sometimes in a historical theater in Cologne , sometimes in a cabaret in Berlin . So it would have been absolutely possible to remain anonymous.

Now you have just given your first interview in France without masking. Do you expect this to change anything for you?

Not through this one TV show (laughs).

How did that happen?

I was asked. An important guest of the show had failed; you suddenly had ten minutes of airtime to fill. My first answer to the request was a no. But then I thought about it and came to the conclusion that I could easily put it this way - without drum rolls or big fanfares. Which opens us many possibilities. I want to have as many people as possible come to our shows and listen to our music. My point is not to promote myself, but Ghost. If such a move makes us better guests on a television program, then it should be.

Will this move affect your shows? From what you hear, it gets more theatrical than ever.

The step allows me to make the shows as I have always imagined. Even though I was thinking of an art installation back then, I always thought it was great, like an arena show with pyrotechnics , fire, changing costumes and a lot of effort. That takes time. “It’s a long way to the top if you want rock'n'roll” …

… to say it with AC / DC .

Exactly. And I am on this path. namely to properly rock and roll Hanover .

There are not many bands that do a similar job. One would be Rammstein , with whose guitarist Richard Kruspe and his solo project Emigrate you recently worked together. How did that happen?

I know Richard , and he asked me, quite simply. I was in Berlin anyway . He invited me to his house, played this track to me and asked me if I would like to sing on it. And I said, “Why not? Clear.”

Another such band is Kiss, who are now on their last tour after 46 years. What do you mean: how long will Ghost be?

47 years? No idea (laughs). I do not take anything for granted. Right now, I know what I’m going to do the rest of the year. I know what I would like to do for the next four or five years. As with any band, there will come a time when Ghost is not so popular anymore. Who knows what happens next 20, 30 years? I mean, I’m in my 70s in 37 years. I wish that I can still stand on stage. That means a lot of work.

But now that you have named your current album “Prequelle”, it seems like you are just beginning to see yourself …

Or like I’m moving backwards (laughs). There are many things I want to do with Ghost before we go on a farewell tour. But who knows if we’ll ever get that far?

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