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Terzo had been acting differently lately. As one of his regular partners and bedmates, you had gotten to know him quite well - as of recently you were seeing him almost every night. But for the last week, you couldn’t help but feel his eyes trail your body each time you passed each other in the cloister. His breath caught when you sat next to him in a meeting. The way he clutched your pillow and inhaled your scent after you got up to shower one morning.
Maybe it was wishful thinking - you had never known Papa to be the type - but you were wondering if he was catching feelings? Or maybe he was going into heat. Did Papas go into heat? Nonetheless, butterflies filled your stomach as you recalled the last few nights you spent together. His helpless moans, breath against your collarbone, his hands around your neck. The images replayed in your mind. Fuck. A sound at the door disrupted your daydream and a note signed “- iii” slipped under the door of your dorm room inviting you to spend the night in the papal quarters.
Dressed in a satin black nightgown with lace trim, your footsteps echoed as you made your way down the candlelit corridor to Papa's rooms. Not a moment was wasted and Terzo was on you just seconds after hearing your knock, nipping at your jaw and running his hands along your sides, causing your dress to ride up your thigh.
“ Fuck , I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he growled into your ear and goosebumps prickled down your neck, pressing you further against the door. “ Lucifer , I want you so bad.” He pulled away an inch, looking you directly in the eyes. A wicked grin grew on his face. “Do you want me too, cara?” Speaking against your lips, sharing your breath.
“I want,” you started, closing your eyes and resting your forehead against his. “ So much.” You were starting to tremble in his arms, and he pulled you tight, your toes leaving the ground and causing you to wrap your arms around his neck.
Slipping his hands underneath your thighs, he wrapped your legs around your torso and carried you to his plush bed. Normally you may have laughed at his urgency, but that night, the energy between you was intense. Different. His eyes bore into yours until your back hit the bed, his knees framing your waist as he crawled over you. Dipping down, he nosed along your neck and breathed you in.
“You know what a prime mover is, si?” He rasped, already out of breath.
Knowing that just the sight and innocent feel of your skin made his body react in such a way had you throbbing. That, and his words. Your skin heated at the mention.
“Yes,” you breathed, running your hands down his back as he began to kiss along the column of your neck.
“Just imagine,” he began, his hands pushing up the sides of your nightgown and easing it over your head. He placed a warm hand across your belly. “If in a few months from now you were carrying our child. Growing plump, so full of me. Our bodies coming together as one…” He trailed off, fingers tracing over your skin. Unable to stop yourself, your back arched and hips pressed up into his touch.
“Please,” you whimpered. “I want to be yours. My body is begging for you.”
Terzo captured your lips in a searing kiss, humming into it as he slipped his arms beneath you to lift you against him - chest to chest. Biting your jaw and neck, his tongue trailing the shell of your ear before speaking.
“I am going to make you mine - claim your body forever. We’ll be tied as one eternally.”
Wrapping your legs around his waist, your body begged for him to take you, and you frantically tried pushing his trousers down his hips. In a mess of limbs and hot kisses, you undressed each other until Terzo was teasing your entrance, wetting himself. It was an agonizing pleasure, not enough but still delicious to feel his warm skin against you.
“Please,” you keened, tilting your hips up in an effort to get him to hurry up. You were sure he could see your muscles clenching for him. “Fill me, use my body. I can take it.”
Sliding between your lips, brushing past your clit once before entering you just barely, grinning down at you as he watched you writhe, body begging for more. The smile fell from his face when you squeezed around him, mouth falling open with a strangled moan. His restraint was fading.
“Can I have you?” He asked with a glint in his eye - respect, and love - and at that moment you trusted him more than anything. The future would forever see the two of you intertwined, paths tied together by an heir.
“I’ll take all of you. Everything you have to give.”
Slowly, he took you, filling you to the hilt as his eyes closed in ecstasy. You had slept together many times, but this time something felt different. Like you truly were hollow before, and he was filling a missing piece of you like you were made to fit together. Destined. It was a different kind of pleasure - not just physical. It was all-consuming. It took your breath away.
You scrambled for him, needing the contact. Needing him all around you. Wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders as he moved, carefully carving a space within you. Filling a void with each gentle thrust, keeping the waves of pleasure rolling. A hand caressed your cheek, mismatched eyes staring into yours, both filling you with warmth that boiled to a full fire when that same hand trailed down your sternum and further before making contact with your clit. As his hips sped up, his fingers traced circles and your pleasure was building, feeling so connected to him as your moans melted together into a song.
“Papa? You’re going to fill me, yes? Like I’ve never been filled before?” You were panting, scooting up on the bed each time your hips met.
“I’m going to make you mine. Claim you, fuck .” Groans punctuated each thrust. “Fill you until you are dripping with my seed.”
“Please, Papa.” As he quickened the pace, chasing his release, your orgasm was just out of reach. “Please, I’m so close,” you begged.
Standing and gathering you up, Terzo held you to him and your legs wrapped around his hips as he held you and fucked up into you, somehow settling even deeper within you. You cried out.
“Fuck! Papa, don’t stop!”
One hand buried in your hair, cradling the back of your head gingerly - a gesture so contradictory to the frantic movement of his hips. His eyes left yours for a moment to glance between you, watching where the two of you were connected, and with a particularly well-angled thrust he pushed you over the edge and your orgasm washed over you. Clenching around him, milking him for all he had, Terzo came with you, growling into your neck, holding you tightly against him.
Laying you back down, he pulled out and watched as you dripped, using a finger to gather it up and make sure not a drop was wasted. Sucking his fingers clean when he was done, he laid beside you, head propped up as he looked at you and placed a hand over your stomach.
“I can’t wait to watch you grow. An heir, right here.”
You felt sated, at peace, and so connected to Papa. Tilting your chin up, you looked up at him with a soft smile.
“I love you,” you whispered.
With a kiss, he responded.
“My dove,” another kiss. “Mama.” Kiss. “I love you.”