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Rain poured hard outside the ministry, as the daily mass came to an end. Sisters and Brothers of Sin alike sprinted from the chapel doors to the main building in an attempt to miss even a few drops from catching them. There you were, at the end of the pack, trailing along. Admittedly, you could say you were taking your time. You always loved the rain, especially hard downpours like this. So, you decided to take the long way to the offices, where you were expected to be after mass. You had worked as a general secretary for the ministry for a few months now. The promotion came surprisingly, you had just been the “chore girl” for the longest time, doing menial tasks for anyone in the ministry that requested you. You’d find out later that you had been personally recommended by Papa Nihil, of all people, to take this new position. It wasn’t that you and Nihil were strangers, but it came as a shock that he thought that highly of you. You had run to fetch him coffee, lunch, and other various things many times. Every time he was grateful.
“Oh, thank you very much, sister,” he’d say. “I’m too old to be running around getting all this shit by myself anymore.” You’d always laugh at his old man jokes, even though there were many other things you saw in him besides him being older. If you had to be honest with yourself, you had come to fancy the man. There was something about his not-giving-a-fuck demeanor that made you smile, and yet his kindness to you was not affected by that.
You take your time in the rain, every step of your heel making the puddles of water underneath your feet splash. You finally get to the back entrance to the office area, open the door, and step inside. You shake off the initial drops of water you feel on your skin and body, almost like a dog. After another unsuccessful shake of your body, you stop. As much as the walk felt good in the moment, you’d come to realize the consequences of your little stroll.
You’re soaking wet.
And you’re expected in Papa Nihil’s study in about 10 minutes.
You do the quick math in your head. “Okay I have this many minutes to walk to my chambers, get changed, etc.” You begin walking the path towards your room, head down, frantically in thought. When suddenly, your body makes contact with a figure in your way. You’re stunned for a moment as you look up to see what or who was in your way.
“Well isn’t this a pleasant surprise sister, you’re early.” The voice that can only belong to Papa Nihil rang in your ear as you looked up at him. His pale eyes piercing into your skull, as he smirks at you. “You also seem to be a little…wet.” You try your damndest not to blush at that comment, secretly praising Satan in your head that you were freezing enough not to get red.
“A-apologies you have to see me like this Papa,” you began, trying to find your words through your embarrassment. “Don’t worry, I’m going to get changed right away.” You begin to walk away, when you’re pulled back by a surprisingly strong grip on your upper arm. You gasp and turn to him.
“Nonsense, sister. You’re more than welcome to freshen up in my chambers. I insist.” Nihil says strongly, eyes still boring into your skull. He finally lets his iron grip go off your arm. You resist the urge to immediately knead it. You finally force a smile at him. It seems like he hasn’t given you much of a choice on the matter.
“Of course, Papa,” you begin softly. “Thank you very much.” Nihil rests the hand that just grabbed you on your lower back as he begins ushering you back towards his chambers. A short few steps and you’re in front of his door. He unlocks and pushes it open, motioning you to go first.
“Do not mention it, sister,” he finally responds. “This is what Papas are for, is it not?” A genuine smile appears on your face at his statement. You nod at him and walk inside.
The ornate decor of the living area always had you in awe. This wasn’t your first time in the older papa’s living quarters. You’ve delivered many things to him here over your time with the ministry. He continues leading you through the living area, to a closed door. “You can get yourself settled in here.” He opens the door and pushes it open for you. You smile at him.
“Thank you again, Papa,” you thank him. You enter the door into a quite grand bathroom. You approach a floor length mirror and examine yourself. Wow. You looked awful. Your hair had scrunched up into damp bundles, clothes still wet and clinging to your body in an uncomfortable way. You begin to remove your clothes, one article at a time. You kick them into a wet pile on the floor. Hopefully Papa wouldn’t mind if you used the shower in here. You quickly turn on the shower and hop in, making sure to get it as hot as you could handle. You stepped under the shower head and felt the immediate relief of the heat on your cold skin. After you were successfully warmed up, you turned off the shower and stepped out.
As you grab a big, fluffy towel off the shelf and wrap it around your body, you realize something.
You have nothing to change into.
You look down at the wet pile of clothing on the ground. There was no way you were putting those back on. Not unless you wanted to be freezing and catch cold, which you didn’t. You decide to crack the door open and call for Nihil, even if it terrified you to do so. You didn’t have much of a choice, you had no clothes.
“Umm, Papa?” You call out softly. Suddenly, Papa Nihil rounds the corner and is standing right in front of you. He looks at you peeking out from the door and gives a concerned look.
“What is the matter, sister? Is everything alright?” He asks. You give him a sincere smile, although secretly you were feeling the most embarrassed you had in a long while.
“Well, um, this is quite embarrassing. I do apologize in advance,” you start. “But I seem to have forgotten that I do not have a change of clothes with me. I only have this towel.” You look down at your bare feet, feeling your face heat up. You see Nihil look down for a moment, before looking directly at you. He smiles back, but something is a little different about his demeanor.
“Oh sister,” he begins. “Is that all?” He opens his arms. “Come to Papa, sister.”
You couldn’t do anything but obey. There was something about Nihil when he turned on that overbearing persona that was impossible to resist or break free from. Slowly, you opened the door, one hand holding your towel in place. You stepped out into the main area of his quarters, stepping in front of Nihil with light footsteps. You hold tightly onto the towel at your chest. You see his eyes fill with what can only be described as hunger as he eyes you up. He reaches up, and moves your arms to their sides, your towel now defenseless against possibly falling off. He smirks at you as your pupils widen at his actions.
“Oh Papa,” you began shakily. “I’m hardly presentable right now. I’d prefer you’d see me when I’m more put together.” You were scared, nervous, and for some reason, extremely turned on. It was exciting being this close to Nihil, but you were also at your most vulnerable, which made you almost shake in fear.
“Why, sister,” he says with forced sweetness. “You look beautiful already. You hardly need those clothes,” You are still frozen as he brings himself close to your ear. “Or even this towel for that matter.” The feeling of his breath sent shivers through your whole body, and his words made you blush a fiery red. He had never made advances at you like this. What was going on? And why were you so accepting of it?
“Papa, I-”
“Don’t think I don’t see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking, sister. I may be old, but I’m not fucking blind.”
His words shut you up immediately. This commanding side was a new sight for you. He was always so sweet and gentle until now. You try very hard not to make eye contact with him. You can feel his pale eyes fixated on your reactions to his words. You suddenly feel the back of his hand brush against your cheek. It is oddly relaxing, but only for a second. The next thing you knew, Nihil had grabbed your chin and forced you to make eye contact with him. You stare into his eyes in shock as he holds you by your jaw. He gives you another one of those damned smiles.
“Such a good little secretary,” he teases. “Always obeys and stays quiet. Although you won’t be quiet for much longer, I’m sure.” He releases his grip on you and steps behind you. The hair on your skin stands up as he brushes the hair off your neck and leans down. Suddenly, his lips are on your neck, sending electricity down your body. As he lightly leaves kisses down your neck, a slight whine leaves your mouth. Nihil stops his workings immediately and chuckles.
“See? What did I say?” He teases again. “I bet you’re a loud one.” Your face has not stopped blushing since the first time. He backs away and returns in front of you. He holds his hand out to you. “Let us move to the couch, yes?”
You have a delayed response, but finally reply.
“Yes, Papa.”
You take his hand, yours much smaller than his. He is cold to the touch, but there is some kind of warmth you feel. Who knows what he has in store for you, but you could not deny that you are the most turned on you’ve been in a while. He leads you to the big, red, decorative couch, and motions you to sit. Still shaking in your towel, you comply.
Instead of immediately joining you, Nihil makes his way to the small bar table across the room. He pulls out a glass with ice, seemingly out of nowhere, and a bottle of whiskey. He pours himself a glass, not offering you anything. As he is doing this, he breaks the silence once again.
“You know sister, I’ve had my eye on you for quite some time,” he says. “You are so innocent, despite being surrounded by Satanists.” He laughs at himself. “I have such an urge to taint that innocence.” He is suddenly serious and is looking at you. He begins walking back towards you, drink in hand. He takes a few sips. He sits next to you on the couch, putting his drink on the coffee table. He looks down at the towel still wrapped around your body. Nihil reaches out a hand to where the towel is folded above your chest. “I believe it is about time you took this off, don’t you?” All you could do is stare and nod.
“Use your words, little dove,” he says. His new pet name for you stirs something in your core. It’s hard to comprehend, but for some reason Nihil has made it very clear he wants to ruin you. And what’s harder to comprehend is that you want him to. So bad. You’ve never felt this amount of boiling lust before, especially not for someone like Papa Nihil.
“Yes, Papa,” you finally responded shakily. “Would you like to take it off of me?” You smile at him with your most innocent smile and open your arms. If this is the game he wants to play, time to play. He matches your smile with one of his own. He doesn’t speak as his frigid hands brush against your chest as he pulls the towel away from your body. You shift to give him the leverage he needs to take it off. Nihil’s eyes widen as he takes in the sight before him. There you are, in all your glory, naked and laying on his couch. Your sudden surge of confidence allows him to take in every inch of you. You can tell he enjoys your fearlessness by the way he immediately begins feeling up your bare thigh. You go to put a hand on his, but he smacks it away.
“Hands to yourself, dove,” he says with sudden sternness. “Let an old man enjoy the feeling of a young woman’s skin. It’s been far too long, you understand, pet.” You put your hands to your sides as he continues to touch your body. His hands eventually make their way up to your exposed breasts. His cold fingers kneed your breasts roughly. You let out a sharp whine when his finger brushes against one of your nipples, hardening immediately at the touch. He notices your response, and begins focusing on your nipples, pinching and rubbing them to get a rise out of you. You try hard not to moan as you begin to squirm at his touch, a few squeaks escape your lips.
“I want to hear you,” he breaks the silence. “I want to hear how your papa makes you feel.” His touches become more rough as he tortures sensitive buds. You let your moans and whines come through as he touches.
“Oh, Papa,” you cry. “Your fingers feel so good.” You surprise yourself with your vulgarity. Nihil chuckles at you. He suddenly removes his hands from you and you whine at loss of touch. Without warning, he bends down over you and takes a nipple into his mouth. You let out a sharp gasp as he swirls it in his mouth and gently sucks. Your reflex makes your hands go to his shoulders, but he immediately swats them away. With an obscene pop, he lets go of your nipple.
“I believe I said to keep your hands to yourself, pet?” His voice is stern again. He leans over to the shell of your ear and whispers. “Or are you secretly that much of a slut you cannot help but desire me?” His words make you moan. You would never admit it to him, but this degradation has you in shambles. You’ve always been told in your life how good you are, but in reality, you’re just as filthy as Nihil says. “I’ll take that as a yes, then.”
Nihil suddenly stands up from the couch and points at you. “Sit up and spread your legs.” You look at him, and it must have been too long of a stare because he gives you a loud “Now!” a few seconds later. That one word has you almost clenching your thighs in arousal. You immediately obey, now spreading your legs open on the edge of the couch. Nihil stands in between your legs before kneeling down slowly, his fingers grazing your thighs.
“You mentioned earlier you liked the way my fingers felt,” He says this as he kisses your inner thigh, sending electricity through you. “I may be old, but these fingers have made many women in the past feel an ecstasy you could only imagine.” His fingers suddenly come in contact with your lips, spreading them out to get a good view of your flesh. You and him both notice the slickness between your folds and you blush. One finger swipes your slit, now coated in your wetness. He brings the finger to his mouth and tastes you. He makes a hum of satisfaction as he licks his finger clean. “I’ve missed this taste, dove.” He quickly gets up and kisses your lips with force. “Can you taste how delicious you are? With that, I believe I am entitled to a second taste, don’t you?” At this point, you are visibly shaken with desire.
“Please Papa, I need it,” you moan softly. He smiles widely at you and he returns to his knees, bringing his face close to your folds once again.
“How could I say no to you, sister?” His thumb comes to rub your clit in a few small circles before he attaches his mouth to the bud. You cry in pleasure as he uses his tongue to move across your clit. Your hands come up to hold his head, but once again he immediately removes them, and holds your hands by your wrists against the seat of the couch. Coming up from his workings, he says “You and the damn touching, keep it up and I’ll send you on your way, naked and dripping.”
“Apologies, Papa.”
“That's better.” He immediately goes back to licking and sucking at your clit. Nihil removes a hand from one of your wrists and brings a finger down to your opening. He rubs it up and down your slit, slicking it up good enough to slowly push inside of you. You moan loudly as he sucks your clit and finds your g spot with ease. You are now a moaning, crying mess. He was right, for someone much older than you, he knew his way around a woman. He adds a second finger and is now relentlessly pumping in and out of you .
“Oh Papa, I- I’m close,” you warn him as you continue to squirm under him. Your eyes squeeze shut as you feel yourself build and build to that peak you so crave. And finally when you expect to peak, the feeling stops. You quickly look up to see Nihil move away from you and slip his fingers out of you. You watch as his coating fingers enter his mouth once again. When he finishes, he looks at you.
“Apologies, sister,” he says with a smirk. “The only place you’ll be coming is on Papa’s cock, understood?” You whine as you slowly nod your head. Nihil stands up, and uses his hands to pull you by the thighs closer to his pelvis. He then finally moves his robes out of the way, revealing his hard cock, the tip glistening and leaking. He admires the view under him as he grabs himself and gives a couple strokes. “Do you see what you do to me, Dove? This is what happens every time you’d leave after doing the tasks I’ve asked of you. I’ve thought about your sweet, innocent self quite a bit.” He uses his hands to spread open your folds again, visualizing where he is going to sheath his cock. He takes himself in his hand and rubs it against one of your folds, gently bumping your clit on the way. You whine at the contact, waiting for the eventual pleasure he is going to give you.
“Look at you, desperate for an old man’s cock,” he berates. “What would the ministry say if they saw you right now? I’m sure you’d be the talk of the town amongst your fellow sisters.” You couldn’t take it anymore, you were so full of arousal and desperation. You barely registered what was happening before you finally spoke up and told him what you wanted.
“Satanas, just shut up and fuck me already, Nihil!”
You let out a squeak as you realize you’ve spoken so out of turn. Nihil’s eyes widen and he gives you a devilish smirk.
“Papa, I-I’m so sorry I, I didn’t mean to-”
“Be quiet, before I change my mind.” This is all he says before he rams into you at full force. You let out a loud cry as he begins to thrust into you at an uncharacteristically dominating pace. You grab onto the back of the couch as he pounds into you. You can hear his grunts and moans as well as he works his magic on you. This is what you needed, for him to snap and give it to you. “You’re lucky I’ve become just as impatient,” his words are mixed in with his groans as he roughly fucks you. “I’ll remember your little outburst for next time you’re knocking at my door, pleading for my cock.” His words echo through your mind, the thought of a next time is enough itself to make you come. At this same time, you could feel yourself once again close to peak, hoping he won’t be edging you this time.
“Papa, I- oh god, I’m close again,” you moan and cry. “Please, please let me come.” You are begging at this point for release. He laughs at you once again.
“Well, since you asked so nicely this time, go ahead.” He then spits on his thumb and finds your clit, which has been aching for him this whole time. He keeps up his relentless pace of thrusting and circles your clit with his thumb. You could feel yourself clenching around him, only a few more thrusts until your peak. You could sense he was close too, his thrusts getting more sloppy and the grunts spilling from his lips. “Come for me, dove. Come for your Papa.” His words are all you need before you’re seeing hot white and your body peaks in pleasure. You moan his name loudly as he follows, spilling his cum inside you with a particularly loud groan. He holds you as you both ride out your orgasms, planting a hot kiss on your lips.
He pulls out of you and covers himself with his robes. He takes a seat next to you on the couch and grabs his drink that had been forgotten about on the table. He clears his throat and looks at you. “You’ve made an old man feel 50 years younger again. That is not a small accomplishment,” He breaks the silence. You’re still breathing heavily in recovery and all you can do is just stare at him and smile. “So, same time next week, sister?” You’re finally able to let out a few words.
“I’ll certainly put it in my schedule.”
In this moment, you’re so glad you stood out in the rain for too long earlier.