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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.