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"Oh, Sister (Y/N), thank you for coming!"
You gave a polite smile and a nod as you entered Sister Imperator's office. "How can I be of help, Sister Imperator?"
"I have good news for you. The position of Papa Emeritus III's clergy assistant is unoccupied as of recently. And I wanted to ask you to take the position, before anyone else", she explained.
"Oh! This position is usually very popular with the Sisters. I'm surprised you'd bother to ask me, when most Sisters would fist fight each other for this job", you admitted, giggling a little.
Sister Imperator laughed. "That is true. And that is also exactly why I thought I'd ask someone who is unlikely to get caught up in a physical fight over the position."
“Makes sense”, you replied.
“What do you say? Would you like to give it a try?”, she asked, smiling kindly.
You pondered for a little moment. The position was indeed very popular, however, no Sister kept the position for a long time. Sometimes there’d be a new assistant after a few days, or a few weeks. The longest time this position had been kept by the same Sister must have been about 4 or 5 weeks. Many siblings of sin were oblivious to this, or didn’t question it. It was just a thing you noticed. Normally this should’ve made the job unattractive to you, but you were actually pretty curious about the reason behind it.
“I will give it a try, Sister Imperator. Thank you for choosing me”, you said with a smile and bowed your head respectfully.
After a lengthy introduction of what your position as Papa’s clergy assistant would entail, Sister Imperator ordered you to take the rest of the day off, so you could start fresh the following morning.
And so you did. With a notebook in hand, you headed for Papa Emeritus III’s study first thing after breakfast. You were excited for this new job. For one, you felt a little bit of pride when you thought about how Sister Imperator had chosen you, out of all, personally. And besides that, your curiosity about working with Papa Terzo was through the roof. Why did every Sister want to work with him so badly, only to be stripped of the position after a short amount of time?
You arrived in front of his office. The large wooden door was engraved with the words 'Papa Emeritus III - Study chambers'. Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door three times.
"Yes, do enter", a deep voice somewhere behind the door said.
Gently, you opened the door and entered the room. Your eyes met his eyes, one white and the other one a mysterious green. When your gazes locked, the corners of his mouth moved upwards a bit. “Ah, Sister (Y/N). What a pleasant surprise. Did I forget my documents in the library again? Or is Sister Imperator sending a message?”, he chirped with a cheeky smirk on his face.
“Good morning, Papa. I see you remember my name”, you said gleefully, “But I’m afraid I’m here for neither of those.”
Papa Terzo raised his brows and leaned back in his office chair, lacing his fingers behind his head. “How could I forget your name, cara? Only last week you came running after me, handing me important documents I had accidentally in the dining hall. But that’s beside the point - why is it you’re here? I’m curious now.”
Your eyebrow twitched, remembering last week’s incident very well. Sometimes you cursed your own kindness, considering how it had led you to be late to your library duty.
“Sister Imperator has assigned me the position of your personal clergy assistant, Papa”, you said with a polite smile.
He raised from his desk with his arms open, his face sporting a warm smile. "Now that's what I call good news, Sister. Come on in, now. Take a seat. I will fetch my calendar."
You did as you'd been told, taking a seat in one of the armchairs on the opposite side of his desk, facing his office chair. There was some shuffling in the next room, and after a moment Terzo reappeared.
"Mi scusi, sorella. I'm back", he huffed, dropping his planner on the desk and then himself on his chair. He opened the thick notebook and scanned the pages. "This week should be relatively tame, if we're lucky. Good opportunity for you to get into the swing of things", he said and gave you a suggestive wink.
While you were feeling the urge to roll your eyes at him, you just smiled. "Wonderful. Sister Imperator gave me a small insight into what my tasks would be, but you should know best, after all."
He nodded. "Yes. Let us get started, then."
The variety of Papa Emeritus III's duties were overall manageable. Preparations for sermons and black mass, clergy meetings, confession. The occasional organization of business trips and external meetings. Sometimes there would be a lot of paperwork, and other times not as much. It was a diverse field, and you enjoyed taking part in many different tasks.
Just as always, Papa Terzo was an absolute flirt. You didn’t mind his remarks and his cheeky attitude, but you didn’t indulge in it either. You mainly kept your focus on getting your work done, or rather, in assisting him getting his work done. Working with him had seemed easy-going and uncomplicated at first, but as it soon turned out, it wouldn’t always be that way. He wasn’t a very patient man. He liked to get things done as effortlessly as possible, and grew frustrated if things didn’t go as smoothly as anticipated. On some days, his older brother Secondo would hand him some scripture work for his sermons, some of it in Latin. Paperwork grinded his gears immensely, and even though he'd try to hide it, it was obvious. You'd offer help and support however you could, assisting in transcription and in sorting the scriptures.
His moodiness could be a bother sometimes, but you tried to pay it no mind. So far, you were about 4 weeks into working for him. On worse days, he’d snap at you for smaller things, which startled you in the beginning. But on other days, he’d be as sweet as honey, like his usual charming self. He was always up for a good laugh. And for these days, you thought, it was worth it. Papa Terzo had trouble focusing, he struggled to take care of these many different things at once sometimes, and you could see that. After all, it was part of your job to help him with his work, and you did so diligently. Organizing and structuring the work process, helping him put his thoughts and ideas into action. At the end of the day, he’d be able to let his work rest with a satisfied smile on his face, thanking you for your efforts.
“Fabulous work, Sister (Y/N). I think we make a great team, no?”, he’d say, sometimes even giving you a small peck on the cheek. Those always made you blush, earning a heartful laugh from him. “Oh, Sister. Shouldn't you be used to me by now?”
After a while, you truly enjoyed his company. Aside from the stress and his mood swings, the two of you got along great. His relentless flirts were countered by witty and sarcastic comebacks from your side, sometimes ending in both of you crying tears of laughter. Poking fun at each other would almost become a daily ritual at some point, bringing some lighthearted moments into the day to counter the stress.
In the break times and on the weekends, you’d sometimes overhear other sisters talking to each other, wondering about whether the position as Papa Terzo’s assistant was currently still taken or not. They’d giggle and playfully fight about who would apply for the position next, not seldomly expressing their desires to have some intimate alone time with him.
It was another hectic day in the ministry. At this point, you’d been working as Papa Emeritus III’s clergy assistant for a little more than 7 weeks.
You were on your way back to the office, after taking part in a 2-hour-meeting in which you documented the discussed topics. Papa Emeritus II had just handed you some more papers to take back to his younger brother. It had already been a busy day, and this wouldn’t make it much better.
"Papa, I’m back”, you panted, as you entered his study, “Papa Secondo just handed me some more paperwork, I’m afraid.”
Your eyes wandered over to his desk, which was an unorganized mess. Then, your gaze traveled up to Papa Terzo, who was leaning with his arms on his desk, blankly staring holes into the tabletop. His brows were furrowed.
Not good , you thought. Not good at all.
You set aside the papers, and carefully approached his desk. Trying to get a glimpse of the paper’s contents, you let your gaze scoot over them. And honestly, it was just an absolute mess. You couldn’t even tell what exactly he was working on, it just seemed all over the place.
A grunt escaped his throat. “More paperwork. Great. Just what I needed.”
His eyes were so cold. Even though they didn’t look at you, they sent shivers down your spine. You felt a lump form in your throat.
“What did you start working on while I was gone? How can I help?”, you asked gently. You hoped that trying to break the silence would help the situation somehow.
He snorted, pulling his lips up in an attempt at a sarcastic smirk. “As you can probably see yourself ”, he scoffed, “I’ve been working on everything and nothing. Keeping track of all of this stuff at once is nearly impossible. How the fuck am I supposed to do this?!”
With every sentence he spoke, his voice grew louder and angrier.
You'd only been gone for about two hours, and he had managed to bring this much chaos upon himself.
"Papa, why didn’t you wait for me? We could have started together", you interjected.
His eyes went from side to side. He didn’t answer for a long moment, contemplating his response.
You jumped when he suddenly, in one swift move, cleared the tabletop of all its contents, sending them flying across the room. He slammed his hands back onto the table with a force that made the furniture tremble. Strands of his usually neatly combed back, black hair fell to his face, around his tightly knit together eyebrows.
You didn’t dare say another word. Thinking about what you could do to get him out of his troubled state of mind, you silently awaited his next move. His tense shoulders started to slump, and he dropped back into his office chair, clearly defeated. His papal paint always obstructed his facial expressions to a certain degree, so you’d never been able to fully and clearly read him. It was hard to see what he was thinking. He looked defeated, ashamed, angry, frustrated - all at once. But still, he didn't speak.
You decided to take a leap of faith, and walked around his desk and chair, gently laying your hands on his shoulders.
"Take a moment to relax, please. I will make us some tea", you spoke softly. He closed his eyes, seemingly relishing in your touch for a short while.
"I would like that very much, cara."
A few minutes later, you were back with a kettle full of tea, and a black porcelain tea set with golden ornaments.
Papa Terzo watched as you poured tea for both of you. "What kind of tea?"
"Chamomile", you answered, "It's said to be calming."
He nodded, and carefully grabbed the cup. His hands were a little shaky. You felt bad for him, seeing as he was apparently still very upset.
The two of you sat there and drank tea in silence for a while. With each sip, Papa seemed to calm down a little bit. You could tell by the look in his eyes that he started to ponder.
"You know, Sister", he began, "It's not your fault. This has nothing to do with you."
"I know, Papa. I know. It's alright."
You gave him a gentle smile.
He shook his head. "No, cara, it's not. It is not your fault and still, I get so upset and you have to live through it. It’s not right. But I can't help it."
Putting a hand on his forehead, he sighed. Another moment of silence followed.
"Sister (Y/N)?", he murmured.
"Yes?"
"Could you, perhaps… do that again? What you did before you went to get the tea, I mean."
You raised your brows in surprise, trying to remember what he might have been referring to. You had gone behind him to put your hands on his shoulders, but he couldn’t possibly mean that, could he?
He glanced at you through his fingers but quickly averted eye contact again.
It couldn’t have been anything else. Nothing apart from that made more sense in this exact moment, so you got up from your chair and walked behind him, gently placing your hands on his shoulders.
A satisfied hum left his throat as he leaned back and closed his eyes. You started massaging his shoulders gently, and his head rolled back over the chair's back. His eyes fluttered open after a moment, and he looked directly at you. There was something about his gaze that made your heart flutter, something you couldn’t quite decipher. You reciprocated his gaze, giving him another warm smile. The slight blush on your cheeks must have been clearly visible, but you didn’t mind him seeing.
He mumbled something unintelligible in Italian and hesitantly lifted his arm to reach for your cheek, where he placed his hand. Instinctively, you leaned into his touch. The leather of his glove was warmer than you'd expected, making your smile grow a little wider.
"Sister (Y/N)- I- … thank you", he whispered with a raspy voice.
Shaking your head, you chuckled. “Don’t thank me for that, Papa. I’m your personal assistant, after all.”
“And my personal assistant will do as I tell them?”, he asked.
“Of course. I’m here to support you.”
“Then sit with me, cara. Please”, he said.
You looked around for a chair you could pull up next to him, but he stopped you by taking a hold of your wrist.
“No, no. Right here”, he said and gestured towards his lap.
Your face went beet red and you nodded. Carefully, you took a seat on his thighs, trying not to put too much on him.
“You’re too careful, sorella. Too shy”, Papa Terzo chuckled and pulled you closer by grabbing your legs with his arm.
“Sorry, Papa. I didn’t want to be rude”, you admitted, giggling a little.
He responded with a kind smile, his eyes radiating warmth as he looked at you. He merely looked at you like this for a long moment, before he started speaking again.
“That’s one of the things I like about you, cara. You’re so… loyal, polite and diligent. You have stayed with me, all this time. Even today, you didn’t run away, like the other Sisters did.”
“The Sisters ran from you? How come?”, you asked, furrowing your brows.
“Well, to begin with, they only had one thing on their mind for the most part. And that barely had anything to do with work, if you know what I mean”, he said and smirked, “And don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I didn’t enjoy the… special attention. But work had to get done one way or another, and you know how I get when things get stressful.”
You nodded knowingly.
“So, that’s why they all quit relatively soon. We had our fun at first, then they didn’t want to put up with the workload or my moods. It’s not too complicated, really”, he said, shrugging.
“I see. But… has that never affected you?”, you asked carefully.
He thought about it for a moment. “I don’t think so. Why?”
“Well, I think personally, I would feel a little strange about it. The person who I work closest with switching constantly, that is. I wouldn’t be able to focus properly, I think. I mean, you’d have to get used to a different assistant with a different work style all the time-”, you explained, blabbering about. Terzo watched you with curious eyes, listening to your every word, nodding every now and then.
“Cara, I think you have a point there”, he mumbled and scratched his chin. “That would explain why I’ve been starting to feel a little more at ease recently.”
"Oh, really? You do? Even after today's-"
He smirked and slapped his hand over your mouth. "Yes", he hissed through his teeth, "Even after that, I can tell."
You giggled, and he lifted his palm from your face. "Cheeky Sister, you. Luckily I know you don't mean any harm. It's not every day that I talk to someone like this, about this, you know?"
Nodding, you bit your lip and looked away bashfully. "I know, Papa. Sorry."
Terzo laughed and shook his head. "Don't be, Sister. It's all forgiven and forgotten."
By the end of the day, you’d even managed to get a little bit of work done. Papa Emeritus III and you had struggled to make sense of all the papers but still, you’d worked through them with a good laugh. You bid each other good night, and he thanked you again for your hard work.
You spent the rest of the evening in your quarters, thinking about the events of the day, and especially your talk with Papa. It gave you a warm feeling to know that Papa had been willing to open up to you, and it also confirmed to you that you had been handling things the right way.
Papa Terzo on the other hand had watched you leave his office for the night feeling a little empty. The previous warmth of your body still lingered on him, yet it faded away quickly. Talking to you was uncomplicated. It felt natural. He had never been one to have any issues with conversations. Striking up some casual talk with the Sisters of sin had been a daily ritual of his, and with anyone else it never posed any problem either. But there was something about his assistant that made talking feel easy. No charisma trumps, no power play, no control, no structure. Just plain talking. And it felt so relaxing. And now, after this day especially, it felt so wrong to see you go. You should have been coming with him, warming his bedside instead of any other Sister he'd so carefreely taken all those countless times before.
Would you even have wanted him? A question he asked himself, so cruel and doubtful, but he couldn’t get around it. He cared, he really did. And he didn’t want things between you to get weird in case you didn’t. He wanted you close to him in whatever way would work. But he wouldn’t be able to suppress his growing desire, either.
Over the next few days, the two of you caught up on a lot of work and figured out a good workflow together. It wasn’t perfect, but it made things go a little smoother, and allowed for short breaks. The tension from before was gone soon before you knew it, and work had started being a lot of fun, rather than an inconvenience. Even to Papa Terzo.
As the weeks went by, your synchronized workflow only improved, parallel to your bond growing tighter. Life felt good.
You made your way through the halls back to Papa Emeritus III’s office, carrying a few folders clutched to your chest. A small group of Sisters crossed your path, and you greeted them with a friendly smile and a respectful nod. A few of them smiled, but it looked twisted and mocking. The others countered with an angry glare. One of them blocked your way by stopping in front of you. You looked at them curiously, waiting for them to speak.
“Sister (Y/N), you’re currently Papa Emeritus’ III assistant, am I right?”, she asked sternly.
You nodded. “Yes, that’s correct. Can I help with anything?”
The Sister in front of you scoffed, and looked at the other sisters for a brief second, who mimicked her expression. “You can ‘help’ by finally moving your ass off the throne. You’ve been hogging that position for how long now? Months? ”
Confusion must have been written all over your face. “I- uhm, yes. I think it’s been a few months. But why- why should I?-”
“Ever considered that the others would like to take a turn as well? Now I don’t know what it is that’s taking you so long. Either you just want to keep Papa on a short leash to yourself, or you’re taking awfully long to fuck him.”
“I- I’m not- we haven’t done anything like that”, you stammered in shock. Their boldness caught you completely off guard.
The Sister threw her arms up, rolling her eyes. “They haven’t even fucked”, she snorted at the others, who broke out into pitiful giggles.
“I don’t think the position of clergy assistant has its sole purpose in sex, Sister”, you said. “I believe the job should be treated with respect.”
She rolled her eyes again. “Sure. Papa Terzo is the most diligent Papa, as we all know”, she exclaimed, sarcasm thick in her voice.
“Diligent in terms of bedding the Sisters!”, one of the others threw in. The group started laughing.
You were dumbfounded by their disrespectful behavior and tone and thus at a loss of words.
“Papa Emeritus III certainly has his talents, and it’s mostly restricted to… getting physical with the Sisters”, she smirked, “I’m afraid that apart from this, he is not doing a lot for the clergy.”
“Sister, how can you talk about Papa like this? Are you seriously implying-”, you countered, but quickly got interrupted.
“Yes, Sister (Y/N). I am saying that all he is good for, is pleasing the Dark Lord through the sin of lust. Now would you please do us a favor and move on from that job? Obviously you’re not even intending to use it for all that it’s worth, and we’re tired of waiting”, the Sister hissed, pushing against the folders you were holding from the bottom, making them spill out from under your arms and drop to the floor. “And don’t be such a disgustingly diligent goody-two-shoes, Sister (Y/N). It does not suit a Sister of sin well.”
With that, the Sisters walked off, arrogantly swaying their hips. Absolutely flabbergasted by their audacity, you shook your head. You were only hoping that Papa Terzo hadn’t heard anything, but it was unlikely, since his study was around the corner and down the hall. As you picked up your folders, you saw a figure from the corner of your eye. Your eyes followed them as they left, and the only thing you could see was the bits of a golden and purple ornamented papal robe turning the corner. Oh no.
You finished picking up your folders, and walked back to Papa’s office. Hesitantly, you opened the door and stepped in. “I’m back, Papa. I’m sorry for the delay, some Sisters stopped me in the hallway.”
As you turned around, you were met with an unsettling sight. Papa Terzo was sitting at his desk, his face resting against his folded hands, elbows propped up on the tabletop. His eyes were staring into nothingness, but there was something dark within them. His headwear was sitting on the tabletop next to him, and a few strands of his hair were falling over his face.
You swallowed harshly. “Papa, is everything alright?”
He continued to stare blankly. “Sister, why is it you’re still working as my personal assistant?”
The question made a shiver run down your spine. “I’m- I’m sorry?”
“I heard the Sisters speak. I wanted to come look for you since you’d been gone longer than anticipated. I heard what they said about me. Every single word”, he said, his eyes growing darker with every word. Rage coated his tongue, but he tried to contain himself.
“Papa…”, you started. He cut you off with a single move of his hand.
“If the Sisters of sin collectively think all the same of me, how come you’re still here?”, he asked, slowly rising from his sitting position and walking around the table. “How come you’re still working with me, so diligently, and talking to me so friendly?”
He slowly walked towards you with heavy steps, and you backed away until your back hit a wall.
“And how come”, he hissed, slamming his hand flat onto the wall next to your head, “You haven’t even tried to touch me yet?”
He spoke in a voice that was so heavy with emotion, it tore your heart to pieces. The anger and hurt was clear as day in his eyes, and his expression was bitter. It hurt you to see him like this and all you wanted to do was offer him words of comfort and hold him, but you stood frozen. He leaned in closer.
“That one day you put your hands on my shoulders felt like everything I’ve ever wanted, and having you sit on my lap made me realize that being close to someone has never felt like this before, to me. You showed me so much patience, respect and kindness. And it confused me, Sister (Y/N). Because no Sister ever bothered with that before. And now I know why”, he disclosed, his voice growing shaky with the last sentence. All you could do was watch as he internally crumbled in front of you.
“I need you to tell me, Sister”, he continued, bringing his gloved hand to the side of your throat, gently caressing your jawline with his thumb. “Do you think I am merely good for fucking, as well?”
Tears stung in the corners of your eyes, as you shook your head violently. “No! Why would you even come to think that?”
“I thought those Sister’s words might have made you think. And tainted your vision, perhaps. But maybe, they are just telling the truth and I am here making a fool out of myself”, he murmured, his head hanging low.
You gently put your palms on either side of his face, carefully lifting his head back up to look at you. “Papa, I promise you, what these Sisters think of you does not concern me in the slightest. I have come to know you without any of their insights. And I have come to know you as an interesting and charismatic person, who I genuinely enjoy working with. Whatever they say, I do not care. And I won’t listen any further, because I know it’s not true.”
He let out a deep sigh and leaned into your touch. “I know, cara. I know you wouldn’t lie to me like that.”
You had never seen him look so brittle and defeated before. He looked as if he’d collapse at any given moment. “Sister?”, he murmured.
“Yes?”
“Hold me”, he breathed and fell against your chest. You managed to lead the two of you to a small sofa nearby, and gently sat both of you down. He rested against your torso, his head on your chest. You had wrapped your arms around him protectively, holding him as close as you could. His arms had wrapped around your waist loosely. Tenderly, you stroked his silky, black hair, earning a pleased hum from him.
After remaining in this position for a while, Papa Emeritus III spoke up again lazily, with his eyes still closed. “But Sister, I just realized something. How could you say that the other Sisters lied? You can’t even judge upon all of it.”
Your eyes widened in disbelief. “What are you talking about? They were the utmost disrespectful!”
“Yes, but they did say I was good at something ”, he murmured, smirking.
You blushed, realizing what he was talking about. “They did say that this was all you are good for, which I highly doubt, Papa. In fact, I know that you are good at other things as well.”
He pouted playfully. “If you say so, Sister. I believe we have some more work to tend to, though. Let’s get through with that first. And maybe, you’d like to spend the evening with me too, for a change?”
You giggled. “Yes, that sounds nice.”
After all work for the day had been finished, you got ready to leave Terzo’s study. “Sister”, he called after you. You turned your head.
“Meet me in my quarters at 8:30pm, yes? No need for the habit. Just wear whatever you wear in your free time on any other given day”, he said with a smile.
You nodded and closed the door behind you.
Later that evening, at 8:30pm sharp, you found yourself standing in front of the large double wing door to Papa Emeritus’ III quarters and knocked. You’d slipped into a comfortable, figure-hugging midi dress made out of a stretchy fabric, sporting a slit on one side to about mid-thigh. As you were standing there, waiting, you wondered whether your choice in wardrobe had been the right one. You had genuinely picked something comfortable you’d wear in your free time, not at all considering the nature of the dress’ cut. It was too late now, anyways.
The door opened, and Papa Terzo quickly pulled you inside. “It’s good to see you, Sister. Thank you for accepting my invitation.”
“What was that about?”, you asked after he let go of your arm.
“I wouldn’t want anyone to see you standing around near my quarters. Would be a little difficult to explain”, he disclosed with a wink. You rolled your eyes playfully.
“I got us a good bottle of wine, sorella”, he sang as he pranced over to a small table, where a bottle of red wine stood alongside two wine glasses. He poured two glasses, and carried them back to you with ecstatic steps, only now actually looking at you as a whole. His steps got slower and he whistled as he looked you up and down. "Oh Sister, you shouldn't have. Dressed up just for your Papa?"
You forced an embarrassed grin. "I actually just dressed up in whatever I'd wear on an evening off. The dress is more comfortable than it looks, actually", you explained, patting some dust off the sides.
The grin on Papa Terzo's face was as mischievous as ever. "I don't mind it, cara mia. Not one bit. In fact, I think you should wear it more often!", he chirped as he handed you one of the wine glasses.
Your lips formed a straight line as you took the glass from his hand. "I would love to, honestly. But there’s the thing about the dress code."
He scoffed. "Ah, that's no issue. You're my personal assistant, which means that actually , I can decide your personal dress code."
"Oh, really?"you asked, raising your brows.
"Yes. I can. Now, a toast?", he said with a wink, raising his glass. "To us being a great team. But mostly, to my wonderful assistant, sent to me as a blessing by The Dark Lord himself."
You let the glasses collide, producing an echoing clinking sound. His toast made you smile bashfully. Taking a big sip of wine, you hoped that it would ease you up a little.
Papa joined you in taking a sip of wine, his eyes never leaving you as he did. When the glass had left his lips again, he casually put his arm around your waist and led you towards an antique sofa, accompanied by two matching armchairs. They sported purple velours. Of course.
He invited you to take a seat, which you gladly accepted. Then, he sat down next to you, crossing his legs, extending his arms over the back of the sofa.
“Is purple your favourite colour, Papa?”, you asked, trying to strike up some casual conversation.
“Why yes, it is. I think it’s very alluring and luxurious. Why pick red or blue, if you can have both?”, he said with a chuckle.
You nodded in agreement. “It is a very nice colour.”
“So nice in fact, that I think it would look excellent on you , Sister”, he said in a low, rumbly voice, nearly causing you to choke on your wine.
“I’ve never gone for purple clothes, actually. Not because I dislike them, but because I never found items that I liked. I should go scouting then, no?”, you laughed.
He nodded firmly. “I’d even pick something out for you myself.”
“Don’t spoil me like that, Papa.”
Leaning closer, he smirked. “I would spoil you until you’re rotten, cara.”
You gave him a playful slap on the chest. “Now, now. Don’t get too cocky!”
With a playful pout, he started playing with your hair. “Won’t you just let me spoil you? Let me give you everything I have and more? Your resistance frustrates me, cara mia.”
“If you spoil me, you won’t have a diligent assistant anymore. I would probably turn into a bratty nightmare of a woman”, you countered.
“Fair point.”
You spent a little more time in playful banter, and when the wine in your glasses had run out, Papa Terzo poured you more.
With every sip, you felt a little lighter. You talked about everything you hadn’t previously been able to talk about, asking personal questions as well as telling stories out of your lives. It felt natural and easy-going. The glow in his eyes told you that he was enjoying himself a lot.
At some point, his gaze was drifting off into the crackling fire in the fireplace, and his expression grew worried.
“What’s wrong?”, you asked, slightly concerned by his sudden mood shift.
“I keep thinking, cara. I somehow cannot forget what these Sisters have said about me”, he mumbled, furrowing his brows.
“Papa…”, you said, putting your hand onto his shoulder.
“The sheer disrespect and insult is one thing. But the fact that apparently, they have been handing me around like a wandering trophy in such a calculated manner…it has me at a loss of words. You’d think that I’m the one in charge, since I’m Papa, obviously. But then…”, he groaned, “It is so revolting and disrespectful to the point that it hurts, Sister. It just hurts and I don’t want it to, but I can’t help it.”
You took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’m so sorry you had to hear that, Papa. I truly wish you didn’t.”
He shook his head. “Don’t be. At least I can see more clearly now. Besides, I do believe my days of shagging one sister after another are over.”
His eyes looked at you with such warmth, it made your heart flutter.
“Oh, well, I don’t want to be a bother- I mean, just go ahead and do whoever- I mean, whatever. It’s not like you have to stop having fun, just because you have a clergy assistant now that’s actually keeping the job for longer than a few weeks”, you stammered, smiling awkwardly.
“Silly Sister”, he rumbled, “You don’t understand, do you?”
You looked at him with big eyes.
He grabbed your jaw, and brought you face to face with him. “I no longer desire any of those Sisters, cara. You have shown me what my true focus should be, through kindness and patience and love. There is no-one I desire as much as I desire you, tesoro.”
He sealed his confession by tenderly pressing his lips onto yours. You melted into the kiss, gently resting your hand on his cheek. With a satisfied groan, he deepened the kiss, causing it to get more and more heated by the second. A whimper from you is all it took for him to drag you onto his lap and his hands feverishly stroked up and down your sides, while yours rested upon his shoulders. Papa Terzo pulled away, breathing heavily and looked into your eyes. It seemed as if he was looking for something. His white iris was searing holes into your soul, while his green iris gently sparkled in the low light of the fire.
“What is it?”, you breathed, cracking a smile.
“I just want to know what you’re thinking. Your eyes speak a lot, you know”, he murmured.
“So, what do they tell you?”
“They tell me… you’re excited . Usually your eyes are very honest, cara. But now I struggle to see through them… maybe there’s just too much happening in that pretty little mind of yours right now”, he chuckled. “But that’s alright. Do you think we should wait?”
“Wait? With what?”, you asked bluntly.
A deep chuckle escaped his throat, as his hand traveled to your bottom and gave it a rough squeeze, as he grinded his hips against you. “This, cara. Do you want to find out whether the Sisters have been right about one thing, or not?”
Your face turned a deep shade of red, but you nodded eagerly nonetheless.
“I know this is not very professional. But I do believe that it’s the most professional I’ve ever been, considering my previous assistants…”, he disclosed with a cocky grin. You gently smacked his forehead in response. “Rude!”
“You started it”, you countered, playfully sticking out your tongue.
“Be careful, bella. Or else I will make you put that tongue to good use”, he purred, pulling you a bit closer.
“I’d love to see that.”
After another heated making out session, Papa Terzo had picked you up, with your legs around his hips, and carried you to the next room - which turned out to be his bedroom. He dropped you onto deep purple silk sheets, and straightened up as he towered over you, taking in every bit of the sight. “As much as it pains me to say it, cara, but that dress has to leave. I wouldn’t want to ruin it.”
You quickly got up, lifted the dress over your head and tossed it aside, leaving you standing in your underwear. Today’s choice in underwear had been a burgundy lace set, and judging by his dilating pupils, Papa Emeritus III seemed to enjoy it.
“Nice”, was all he managed to say, as he let his hands grace your newly exposed skin.”Very nice, sorella.”
You went for another kiss, as you let your hand slowly travel down his belly all the way to his crotch, where you gently palmed his hardened bulge. This earned a deep groan from him, moreso as you started to open the zipper of his pants and reached underneath the waistband of his underwear. He hissed as your hand came in contact with his bare flesh, relishing in the feeling of you gently stroking him. Yet again he proved that patience was not his strength, when he proceeded to push down his underwear and let his erection spring free, allowing you better access. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying your touch. You used the opportunity to get onto your knees without him noticing, and proceeded to take him into your mouth fully all the way to the hilt, without a warning. You’d describe the noise he made as close to inhuman. His head whipped back and his eyes watched you curiously, moaning with every move of your tongue. “Molto bene, Sister”, he growled, carefully moving his hips in sync with your head. After a few more thrusts he grunted and pulled away from you, pulling you up by your neck and capturing you in another passionate kiss. He reached around and opened the clasp of your bra, letting it fall onto the ground. His mouth quickly found your chest, biting and sucking on your heated skin until he gently teased your nipple with his tongue, making you whimper. The heat between your legs had started to become unbearable and you longed for friction, which luckily, his hand started to give you. He rubbed you through your underwear, causing you to moan and whimper even more. You feared that your legs were close to giving in, and you held onto the bed post for support. Terzo’s lips formed a smile against your skin, before he raised his head to look at you, never ceasing to draw small circles between your legs. “Lay down for me, Sister. Get comfortable.”
You did as you’d been told, and crawled onto the purple silk sheets. Papa casually unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, and followed you. He kneeled between your legs and grabbed them to pull you closer abruptly, making you gasp as his evident desire rubbed against your clothed core. He grinded his hips into you lazily, growling loudly as he watched your desperate face heat up in pleasure. With a swift move, he grabbed your panties and pulled them off, leaving you completely bare beneath him. He leaned down, propping himself up on his arm by placing his hand next to your head on the mattress, and started tenderly stroking your bare flesh with his fingers. He dipped into your core for a moment and hummed, satisfied to feel how ready you were for him. “Perfect, cara. Perfect.”
Lowering down, he settled between your legs, lining up with your entrance. He propped himself up on his arms and as he slowly pushed into you, he kept his gaze locked to your face. You moaned, feeling him stretch you out bit by bit and when he finally bottomed out, your whole body was shaking. Terzo leaned down and peppered your face with kisses, showering you in words of praise and adoration. He carefully began to roll his hips against you, starting off with very tender thrusts. They were so full of raw passion that you feared they might drive you mad, if he kept going like this.
Papa’s eyes were glued to your face, still. He relished in seeing you mewl and moan beneath him, in knowing that it was him giving you this much pleasure, and only him. Nothing he’d ever had with any other Sister even came remotely close to what he was having right at this moment. He lifted one of your legs up and hoisted it over his hip, allowing him to reach further into you. Simultaneously, his thrusts picked up speed. He groaned as he pounded you deeper into the purple silk sheets. He wanted more, he wanted you whole, he would have tried to consume you as a whole if he could. Your scent filled his nose and your moans filled his ears, and it drove him close to the edge sooner than he wanted.
He went back to a few slow thrusts and stopped, leaning down to kiss you. “You’re doing amazing so far, Sister. Let’s switch things up a little bit, no?”
Before you could react, he pulled out and laid down next to you on his side, pulling you close to him so that you were laying on your side as well, putting the two of you into a spooning position. He lifted your leg gently, and entered you again, this time from behind. You moaned as he stretched you yet again, only this time your body didn’t take as much time to adjust. His arm reached around from underneath you and took a hold of your throat, while his other hand traveled down between your legs as he resumed thrusting. Soon, he had you as a moaning mess in front of him, as he pounded into you at a relentless speed, and his fingers traced tight circles around your bundle of nerves. You felt your release approach at a rapid speed, barely giving you time to warn him.
“Papa, I think I’m close”, you huffed.
“Come for me, sorella. Come for your Papa ”, he growled.
His words and his voice sent you over the edge. You nearly screamed from the intensity of your orgasm, small waves of pleasure pulsing through your body until the ecstatic feeling slowly began to subside.
Papa Emeritus III had been chasing his own release in the meantime, and feeling you clutch around him and squeeze him within the ruptures of your orgasm made him come undone as well. He buried his face in your hair as he half-groaned, half-yelled, and he drove himself to the hilt inside of you as he came. You could feel him throb inside you, causing you to whimper. Riding it off with a few last, lazy thrusts, he sighed deeply and mumbled some indistinct Italian under his breath.
Feeling him place a soft kiss on the side of your neck, you smiled.
“Ti amo, sorella”, he hummed into your ear. “And I will tell you so often that you will grow sick of it.”
“I feel the same, Papa”, you admitted in a soft tone. You could feel him smile against your skin, as his arms wrapped around you to embrace you tightly. His body wrapped around you possessively, and he kept pressing kisses onto your hair, forehead, cheeks and eyelids. “Ti amo, Sister. I love you. I love you so much, I could burst into a thousand pieces”, he mumbled in between his kisses, making you giggle. You spent a long moment laying together like this, in absolute bliss and without a care in the world.
“Papa, I think I should head back to my own room soon. The curfew is approaching, and you said nobody should see me here-”, you said, slowly rising up into a sitting position, looking for a clock.
“Don’t you dare, Sister”, he growled and pulled you back down, “Stay with me. I can bring to my quarters whoever I want. So please, cara. Stay the night.”
You smiled and snuggled up against him, deeply inhaling his scent.
“Please don’t quit your assistant job now, though. I heard it’s a custom amongst the sisters”, Papa Terzo said sleepily.
The last thing that sounded through the room was the sound of a slap, and a protesting groan from Papa. You giggled softly, and soon sleep took you over as well.