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It’s your first day at the Ministry. You’ve been living as a Sister of Sin at the abbey for some time, learning the ways of Lord Satan and how to live in the moment.
“Nothing ever lasts forever.” You sigh and say as you stare at the door of the abbey. You’re sad to leave its safe confines. You’ll miss your Siblings in Sin, but you have a higher calling now, you just don’t really know what it is yet.
A black Cadillac limo pulls up, and a silver-masked gentleman gets out and opens the door for you. You notice his shiny black gloves with the symbol you’re very familiar with on them. The Grucifix.
“Getting there in style,” you think as you admire the car.
As you arrive at The Ministry, you take it all in. It’s magnificent in its size and architecture. It’s even more gothic than the abbey, and that’s saying a lot!
Sister Imperator is on the steps waiting for you.
“Well this won’t do at all” She says immediately.
“Wow, she’s a pleasant one.” You think to yourself.
“I’m… I’m sorry, Sister, what won’t do?” you respond.
“You will need the proper attire if you are going to work at The Ministry. The Cardinal is very particular about how the Siblings dress here.”
She quickly leads you to a room with a large closet.
“The Cardinal is partial to red, let’s get you fitted.” With not so much as a word, she lifts the black tunic off your body. She snaps her fingers, and a silver-masked ghoulette emerges from the shadows and silently begins to measure you.
She then walks to the closet and returns with your new tunic, which you will wear at The Ministry. Although your black tunic was split all the way up to your hip on both sides, it had some length for comfort. This… this has nothing. The red velvet dress falls just past the bottom of your rear. It has a keyhole cut out that shows your ample breasts with the grucufix hanging in the middle, resting on your cleavage.
You look in the mirror in astonishment. Even though you feel a little exposed, you do realize that you look GOOD. You rub the velvet with your hands and sigh with contentment at its luxurious feel. They replace your standard black veil with one of black and red lace.
“Now you look like a proper Ministry Sibling. The Cardinal will be pleased,” Sister Imperator says, matter-of-factly.
“Come” she says as she crooks a finger toward you. This woman is nothing but business.
You follow her to a large room. It’s an office of sorts, but it also seems to serve as something of a dressing room. There are large stained-glass windows behind a gold, ornate desk, piled high with papers. The light emanating through the windows shines rainbows upon the large pentagram inlaid into the floor.
There is a sitting area to the left of the desk with a black velvet chaise and two high-back chairs in front of a roaring fireplace. To the right, a large armoire and a dressing screen. This must be where The Cardinal gets ready for his rituals.
“Your job, while you are here at The Ministry, is to be the attendant to Cardinal Copia’s office. You must keep it clean, make sure the fire is stoked at all times, and, most importantly, be invisible while he is here working. He needs no distractions.” Imperator says to you, sternly.
“Yes Ma’m” You answer and bob a little curtsey. You do not need this woman on your bad side.
“You will have your own quarters 3 doors down, so you may attend the office whenever it is needed. You are free to do what you wish during your downtime.”
That sounds exciting to you. This huge, gorgeous Gothic building, full of beautiful people, just waiting to be explored in every way possible. You wonder if there’s a dungeon….
“Focus” you tell yourself.
“Well… I will leave you to it. Just remember, stay out of his way. He does not like to be disturbed.”
You bow your head a little bit as she leaves the room. You turn and take it all in. Where do you even begin?
You see some ashes under the desk and decide that’s your first task, to clean up that mess.
You find a small closet of cleaning supplies and get out a whisk broom and dust pan. You weasel your way down under the desk when you hear the doorknob turn.
Is that Cardinal Copia!?
What do you do? You’re not supposed to be seen!
He is humming a tune, and you hear him sing quietly to himself…
“While you sleep in Earthly delight…”
He suddenly stops as he sees you under the desk, ass up, cleaning the ashes.
“Oh!” He says nervously. “I did not know Imperator had a new attendant for my office.” He says in a light accent. Is that Italian?
He tries to look away as you back out, but he’s not doing a very good job.
Trying to cover yourself is futile. This tiny skirt only covers you while you’re standing.
“Well, at least I wore my good lace panties,” you think to yourself and eventually wiggle yourself from under the desk.
“Here, let me help you”. He walks quickly over to you and grabs your hand with his black gloved hand. The same gloves you saw on the driver earlier. The leather is supple and soft. He places his other hand under your elbow to help steady you.
“I’m so sorry Cardinal, I… I didn’t mean to be in your way.”
“Oh, please, call me Copia when we are here. I insist.” He takes your hand and kisses it lightly.
You look into his eyes. They’re mis-matched, one hazel and one white as snow, with rings of black framing them both. He is older, with a strong, prominent nose and a little dent in the middle of his chin. He is handsome in the weirdest way, and you find him enchanting.
He is wearing a very tight black suit with a pointed-tailed jacket You think it's what Lucifer himself would wear. He looks very dapper, and you’re impressed with his gentlemanly demeanor.
As you take him in, you notice that his prominent bulge in his tight pants is… moving. It’s hard not to look anywhere else.
“Uh.. excuse me for a moment, My Dear,” he says, embarrassed, and goes behind the dressing screen. You imagine he is adjusting himself, and you giggle to yourself. This man is a bit silly. It’s taken the pressure off your first day.
As he emerges from behind the screen, you can see him sizing you up. He is trying to be discreet, but, well, he is not. This man is quite adorable.
“So,” he says, swinging his arms and clapping his hands in front of himself. “First day, hunh?”
“Yep,” you answer. “Listen, Cardinal, I…”
“Ah ah, it’s Copia to you, remember?”
“Errr, Copia, I was told not to be seen or heard while attending your office. I apologise for being in your way. I’ll let myself out and head to my quarters so you can work in peace.” You say quickly, feeling nervous.
“Oh, please don’t go.” He says as he walks toward you and trips right over his own foot, landing at your feet.
He looks up sheepishly, then he notices he can see up your skirt. His hazel eye darkens and twinkles.
You realize this silly little man wants you.
He stands quickly and adjusts his jacket.
“Please stay, My Dear.” He takes your hand and kisses it, and leads you toward the desk. He shows you some papers. “I’ve been writing like hell this week. New songs for the congregation. Imperator thinks it is a waste of time, but it’s my passion. Would you read some of them and tell me what you think?”
You’re honored.
“Of course, Cardin…” He raises a finger and wags it and tuts. “Copia”.
You read the first lines of one of the songs. It’s impressive. You heard him singing it as he walked into the room.
“I am going on tour for the first time soon, and I wanted to debut this one.” He says as he leans over you and takes the page. He begins to sing it quietly to you.
WHILE YOU SLEEP IN EARTHLY DELIGHT
SOMEONE’S FLESH IS ROTTING TONIGHT
LIKE NO OTHER TO YOU
WHAT YOU’VE DONE YOU
CANNOT UNDO.
You look this man in his eyes. He is such a gentleman. You know he wants you, but he is holding himself back out of respect for you.
“I love that, Copia. You have such a wonderful voice.” You catch a whiff of his cologne. It’s spicy. It smells like pepper and musk with a touch of sweet tobacco. It’s intoxicating. You close your eyes and indulge yourself in his scent.
With your eyes closed, you feel his hand land gently on your hip and his arm snake around your back. He pulls you to him, tightly. You’re afraid to open your eyes because when you do, you know you’re going to give yourself to him.
What if Imperator finds out?
You feel the tickle of his moustache as he lowers his face down onto your neck. He is now smelling you. You hear him let out a quiet moan of pleasure.
“My Lord Satan, you smell so sweet, My Dear.”
You keep your eyes closed, taking in the sensations of touch and smell. You feel his little kisses go up and down your neck. They’re becoming more ravenous as he makes his way to your mouth and kisses you slowly and deeply. His tongue exploring yours, as he moans into your mouth.
“You taste even sweeter.” his voice is raspy with desire. You two are so close that you can feel his lust growing against you.
You open your eyes and see him looking at you with heavy-lidded eyes, hot with desire.
“Will you let me worship you, My Dear?” He whispers.
You nod yes, feeling the pounding heartbeat in your pussy responding to him.
As he returns to kissing you, he moves his hands to your skirt and reaches under. He caresses your ass with his soft-gloved hands and slowly removes your panties and they fall to your feet. He is so deliberate in his movements, wanting to savor every moment.
He positions his hands on the back side of your legs, holding you straddling against him. He lifts you up, perching you on the desk. All the while, he is still kissing you passionately.
“For such a small-framed man, he certainly is powerful.” You think to yourself.
He kneels before you, looking up at you in awe.
“My Dear, you are so beautiful.” He reaches under your skirt and feels your wet cunt. It feels like pure fire has touched you, and you moan for more.
He growls, trying to control himself.
He takes your feet and places them on his shoulders, and moves his face under your skirt. You lean back and close your eyes, feeling everything he is doing.
He licks the outside lips of your trembling cunt, slowly, like a cat licks its paws. He licks from one side, rounding up over your clit and licks slowly down the other side. You hear little sounds of pleasure emanating from him as he eats you up, slowly and sensually. Up, around, and down, with every pass moving more and more inward, tickling you senseless.
“Oh, My Dear, I didn’t think you could possibly taste any better than our kiss, but your cunt is like nectar to this thirsty little bee.” You giggle a bit as he tickles your clit with the tip of his tongue.
“He certainly has the gift of words”, you think as your core tightens with every stroke of his tongue.
He sucks on your sensitive, swollen center, and you swoon with pleasure. He sucks and lets go, sucks and lets go, varying the pressure until he finds just the right spot that makes you arch your back in ecstasy.
Once he finds it, he knows you’re ready for more. He tickles your opening with his gloved finger while continuing to stimulate your clit with his lips and tongue. He slips his middle finger into you and feels you inside. He gently explores you with his finger until he finds the other spot that drives you wild.
“My Dear, you are soaking for me”. He continues his oral lovemaking until you begin to lose it, jerking and twitching.
“Yes, YES, My Dear, cum into my mouth!” He urges you. You wail in ecstasy as you grab his head and grind into him, letting your whole core unwind into him. He laps at your slit, savoring every bit of you, moaning and groaning in absolute bliss.
He lets you convulse and catch your breath on the desk, kissing your thighs all over and running his hands up and down your legs softly. After a few minutes, he asks
"My Dear, can you take more?”
You nod, not able to speak at the moment.
He helps you to your feet.
“Bend over the desk,” he says forcefully. He means business now and he's ready to take charge.
“Yes, Cardinal,” you manage to whisper with eyes wide. You hear a little growl of satisfaction come from him. This time, it’s okay to call him by his official title.
You bend over the desk with your ass facing him as he grabs each cheek and squeezes. As he lets go, he jiggles your ass and smacks your right cheek. The leather glove stings, and a jolt of pleasure rips through your body.
He lets out a little satisfied laugh.
You hear him unzip his pants, but you can’t see what he is unleashing as you face the stained glass windows. You hear his pants drop to the floor, and your core begins to tighten again, in anticipation.
He takes his hand and rubs it up your sopping wet slit. He growls in absolute lust.
He begins stroking your clit again. Now that he knows the exact spot that makes you go wild, he will keep returning to it. Your knees buckle with pleasure.
He whispers in your ear. “My Dear, I do believe you want me…”
“Yes, Cardinal. I do. I want you.”
You feel him lay his cock on your backside. He moans as he feels the skin-on-skin connection.
“My cock looks so good between your cheeks.” He says with a raspy, quiet voice.
He moves the length of himself up and down your rear.
“My Dear, I am so hard for you.”
He slaps your left cheek with his hard member, making a loud *SMACK*. He moans with desire.
You want to turn around so badly. You want to see his cock, to size it up, to imagine what he will do with it.
He sees you begin to turn your head. He reaches down, grabs your dress, and pulls you to him.
“Ah, ah, no peeking,” he whispers in your ear and kisses your neck.
He distracts you with small kisses and nips at your earlobe. You can hear him stroking his cock with his other hand.
Suddenly, you feel him thrust into you hard, and the room almost goes black. Sweet Satan, it feels so good.
He pushes into you all the way to the hilt of his desire, filling you up as no one has before.
“Goddamn…” He curses quietly, as he holds himself all the way in you, thrusting just a bit more. You gasp in pleasure and in pain. His cock is so big it hurts you for a moment, but you want him so bad that you take him completely, pain or not.
“Oh, My Dear,” he grunts. You can hear him breathing heavily, trying to control himself. “You feel better than I could have ever imagined.”
He pushes you back down against the top of the desk and lays his hand on your back. His other hand is on your ass, steadying you.
“Stay down,” he demands as he starts moving within you. Slowly, he brings his hard cock back to your opening, almost removing himself. But then he thrusts into you again, HARD. He repeats this over and over. Slowly moving backwards, then thrusting hard. His hips are tilting as he thrusts, which helps to bury his cock into you even further.
This man knows what he is doing, and it feels so damn good. He is very deliberate in his fucking of you. He wants you both to feel everything.
“My Dear, I am going to remove myself from you.” He says.
You let out a mew of protest.
“Don’t worry, I will return to you. I want to see you.” He promises.
He does what he says and pulls his cock out of you. He lets out a little sigh of sadness.
He takes his hand from your back and allows you to turn around and see him, finally. He is naked and glorious. Although he is small in stature, he is muscular. He turns around and shows you everything. His tight little ass is the highlight of the show. You want to grab it and bite it.
He is watching you, watching him. His eyes are lust filled. He begins to stroke his big, beautiful member and you begin to salivate a little. You want him back in you, NOW.
“My Dear, your wetness feels so good on my cock.” He says. “Now, take off your dress. I must see you as you see me.” He gestures to his naked body with his free hand.
His words. They’re almost poetic at times.
You unclasp the back of the neckpiece that forms the top of the keyhole of your dress. The heavy Grucifix falls between your cleavage.
“Ohhhh” he groans, still pleasuring himself.
You reach down and pull your dress up, revealing your naked bottom half and slowly, very slowly pull it up over your head, revealing your breasts to him.
His eyes go wide as he takes you in, his white eye dilates and it is fascinating to you.
“Ohhhh My Dear, you are a sight to behold. I was right to worship you.”
He reaches out to you. He has lost his gloves along with the rest of his attire. It feels nice to hold his hand.
He leads you to the black velvet chaise and lays you down. The velvet is so soft on your skin that you do a little wiggle all over it and giggle in delight.
“You like the feel of the velvet, do you, My Dear?” He smiles adoringly at you.
“It feels soooo good on my naked body” you say, teasingly.
He growls and pretends to attack you and lays down beside you. He wiggles around too.
“Ohhhh, oh oh, yesssss, it IS nice” he agrees.
You are enamored with this man. He is so silly and so sweet and, well, the best lover you've ever had.
As if he reads your mind, his eyes turn dark and brooding. He leans over to kiss you deeply. You moan with pleasure as he lays his hand on your chest and slowly moves it down to your right nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers.
“Your tits are so perfect.” He says as he bends down and licks your left nipple, just as he did your pussy. Long and slow. Like you are an ice cream melting in his hands.
Then he blows on it, which makes you shudder with delight. He takes them both in his hands and licks every part of your ample chest. He squeezes them gently as he explores every bit of skin with his tongue.
It is making you incredibly hot. You move your hips back and forth, wanting him inside you. He notices and reaches down to your sweet spot and touches just the right place to make you cry out in pleasure. He circles with his finger while he also circles your nipple with his mouth, occasionally grazing it with his teeth. This makes you arch your back every time he does it.
He is working you up to another orgasm.
“Copia… I don't want to finish, not yet. Not without you.” You say as your words hitch with every stroke of his finger.
“My Dear, I told you I was going to worship you. This is only about your pleasure.” He responds.
“NO. You promised you would return to me.” You whine. You are getting so close.
You decide to take control.
You push him away, onto his back and straddle him. You take his cock in hand and put it right where you want it and sit down on him.
“Holy fucking mother of christ.” He curses as he holds on to your hips. “My Dear, you feel so fucking good around me.”
His cock is even deeper inside you in this position and you groan with desire. You begin to grind as he thrusts his hips.
He sits up and continues devouring your tits. You can tell he loves them so much and it makes you feel powerful.
You push him back down and ride him hard, hopping up and down on his rigid staff. You're having the best time and smiling through it all.
He has to close his eyes to control himself. He wants you to cum first.
Always the gentleman.
He reaches his hand back down to your clit and easily finds the spot. Oh how he has already learned your body.
“Do you like how I touch you, My Dear?”
You moan a very long “YEESSSSSSSS.” You feel your breasts and pinch one of your nipples. He is making you feel so damn good.
This makes him tickle you relentlessly until you feel your core tightening and building to completion.
“Yessss, yesss… good girl. Cum for me. Cum for your Cardinal.” He purrs as he grabs your hips and rocks you back and forth, harder and harder until you clench your walls around his cock.
“Fu… Fu..” You can't even form words. You lose all control, your body moves erratically as you peak.
He holds you on for dear life and continues to pound your trembling wet cunt. Groaning and… giggling? He is having so much fun he can't help but lean into that pleasure and enjoy all of it.
You are breathing erratically, but you try to keep up with him. You smile with him as he starts to buck wildly under you. You start riding him like a wild horse as your tits bounce in time with his movements.
“My Dear, your hot cunt is making me cum!” He says before spilling himself into you.
You keep riding him until he thrusts his final thrust into you.
You collapse on top of him and you both try and catch your breath. You listen to his heart beating as you lay your head on his chest.
He wraps his arms around you and holds you tight against him. He rubs your back softly.
“I don't want to come apart from you” he says sweetly in your ear.
Your heart melts.
Slowly, you feel him remove his cock from within you and you both sigh a sad little whimper. He lies you down beside him and grabs a blanket to lay over you both.
You spend some time in each other's embrace, legs entangled, arms around each other, staring into each other's eyes.
He pets your head and gives you little kisses all over your face. He kisses your eyelids, your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your chin, and eventually your top lip and then your bottom lip. He is so tender with you.
You feel him curl a piece of your hair around his finger. He looks into your eyes with a sense of admiration. He kisses you deeply.
“I could lay like this forever with you” he says, happy in his euphoric afterglow.
You look at the windows and see it is getting dark outside.
“It seems maybe we have been here forever.” you say with a little laugh.
Suddenly he realizes what time it is. He kisses you once more.
“My Dear, we have to get dressed. Imperator will be here any minute and my Mother will not like walking into this scene of our lovemaking.”
“MOTHER!? IMPERATOR IS YOUR MOTHER!?”
The End.