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Satan in hell, he was cocky up there. It was Cardinal Terzo’s turn to lead us in mass this morning, and I could tell he was enjoying it. All us Sisters were enjoying it, to be honest; it was obvious from the sighing and the giggling in the pews surrounding me. Though I was able to keep quiet, I was no less affected by the lascivious delivery of his sermon. My thighs clenching together on the hard pew beneath me, I tried to calm my breathing as I took in my surroundings.
It was nice here; I had only just transferred to this secluded wooded Abbey of Sin. I wanted to be near a small town again, breathe the fresh air and be among trees. Everyone was fairly friendly and the days went by smoothly; the Sisters were welcoming of me, and Sister Imperator ran a tight ship as well as she could manage.
Actually, that was part of the reason Cardinal Terzo stood out so much here. He seemed fun loving and reckless, a ball of energy among his more sombre associates. Papa Nihil could often be found haunting the library, dozing off in an easy chair as often as he actually read anything. Papa II was stern and reclusive, a harsh professor in the classroom though I had been told he had his favourite pupils, a select few Sisters he’d chosen to share his bed with, as well as the occasional closet in the spur of the moment as he marched grumpily down the hall. Archbishop Copia was rarely here, often travelling far from the Abbey, and when he was home for brief periods he usually secluded himself downstairs in his laboratory, a place forbidden to us Sisters by order of Imperator herself. The Archbishop didn’t seem all that interested in anyone here at all; I had only seen him talk willingly to Imperator a few times in passing. Usually he kept to himself, and if anyone heard his voice it was simply snapping out in irritation at Terzo’s antics.
Terzo, the charming young Cardinal of Satan. Constantly flirting, and from what I had heard from my new Sisters, constantly fucking. It was said that he collected orgasms as other men might collect ties or watches; so passionate was he about pleasure it was a wonder he had the studiousness to reach his station at all. By Lucifer, he was beautiful though. Lanky black hair that he often had to brush out of his eyes, and the poutiest mouth on a chiselled face with just the beginnings of some distinguished lines forming. The cleft in his chin I had observed recently made me particularly weak in the knees.
As the most recent Sister of Sin to arrive here, I had noticed Cardinal Terzo watching me, when he wasn’t lavishing his attentions on any sibling open to his advances. The black paint around his eyes only heightened the smolder in the one unchanged, and I felt the heat of his gaze upon me right now as I lounged there in the pew among my immoral Sisters, flushing warm in my veil and trying to pay attention.
“Unholy Lord, Fallen Angel of Light,” Terzo was proclaiming before us, “Hell and earth are full…” I watched him bite his bottom lip as he gestured towards us. “Just… filled up tightly with the warmth of his infernal… glory…” Some sisters could be heard snickering in the back, and I shifted in my seat. He noticed.
“Please ruin us,” was the refrain we murmured back to him, and he placed his gloved hand on his heart with an exaggerated gasp, closing his eyes for only a moment, as if overcome to be given such a challenge.
“Blessed is he who… comes…” Terzo continued, and I felt that last word right in my heated cunt, “in the name of Satan.”
“Please ruin us,” we said again, watching his hand slide down his body to briefly grasp his crotch. I leaned forward with a little inhale of breath, quickly looking up to the smug face above his black cassock. His eyes met mine and I looked away, embarrassed, thinking entirely too much of him instead of the theme of this morning’s homily. What was it again? Something about our senses and desires. I couldn’t remember. He almost made me cross; he was entirely too distracting, and I forced myself to look back up at him again, sitting up straight in the pew with a calmer visage but a wetter pussy.
“The mystery of faith,” Terzo stated, and after a breath we said the next words together.
“Ruin us, Destroyer of the World, for by your sigil and disobedience you have set us free.” We stood up in our pews and started to file towards the front for our unholy communion with the sensual Cardinal.
Terzo was ready to receive us by the time the first siblings stepped forward. As heightened as my senses were within me, I couldn’t help but notice his unique way of giving us the contact with Lucifer Incarnate. Everyone got some form of attention from him, whether it was an erotic dip of his thumb within their lips, or merely a sweet caress of their cheek. Some received his help with tucking a stray lock behind their ear, and some he held the hand of for a moment, giving a reassuring squeeze. For all his naughty reputation, if you took a minute to really watch this Cardinal in his engagement, it was obvious how he really seemed to care for his flock deeply, his love requiring no carnality to be secured. The realization brought a little smile to my lips, which I noticed him echoing as I knelt before him at my turn.
“A new beauty,” he said to me, lowly, “Are you enjoying mass this morning, bella sorella?”
I looked up into his face, mesmerized by the black paint adorning his upper lip. “My panties are soaked, Cardinal,” I whispered, and then I moved forward and sucked the wafer off the fingers he held out to me. I heard him gasp as I smoothly came up to my feet and stepped off to the side without sparing him a glance, going over to my fellow sister to take a sip of wine from her chalice. He wasn’t the only one in this chapel who could tease.
The rest of the mass went by quickly. “May the sins of Lucifer inspire you always,” he was saying, and we responded in turn.
“We are here to revel,” we muttered, and then everyone around me was offering each other their preferred Sign of Sin. Terzo came down to his congregation and tried to kiss and caress as many siblings as he could. Not noticing him making his way over to me, I had no sooner kissed those on either side than he was right there, extending his gloved hand near my blushing cheek.
He leaned in close so I could hear him above the chatter, his voice dripping with desire. “Will you take me, Sister... my offered Sign of Sin?”
Quickly, I nodded, and our lips met there, more urgently than I had intended. His hand cradled my face and I kept my balance by fingering his cassock buttons for a second. Both our tongues snaked out to sample the other, and this ruined the kiss as we broke apart with a mutual chuckle. Feeling a little flushed again, I turned away to go and hug some more of my fellow sisters, and Terzo continued down the line to attend to his giggling girls.
When mass was over most of us stood up with a sigh, the liveliest version of our weekly worship was over, and now it was time for breakfast or an early start for our chosen labours. It was funny, Cardinal Terzo wasn’t lingering behind today as I was told he liked to do, often doling out his first orgasm of the day upon the altar or the chancel steps to whoever wanted one while he was all revved up from service. I wandered with the other sisters down to the dining hall, listening to them chat amongst themselves, the popular topic being Terzo’s prowess in bed. Or the confessional. Or on the hood of Sister Imperator’s car in the dark garage, apparently, don’t breathe a word of it to her. Speaking of the black-haired Cardinal, my panties really were ruined for the day, and I thought I would run up to my room for a second to freshen up before I had some coffee and a bite to eat.
Slipping away before I was swept into the hall with the others, I jogged awkwardly back down the passageway towards the grand staircase that led to our rooms. Unexpectedly, I passed the scowling Archbishop with a surprised, “Your Grace!” brushing against him brusquely and causing myself to stumble. I hadn’t realized that he had returned from his latest trip, and I met his annoyed face with my own steady gaze. He looked down his nose at me with distain.
“Satanas, you’re a bold one!” he snapped, adjusting his grip on his cane. Satan knew why he carried it; he was a young man with no need of a crutch. Perhaps he simply liked the air of authority it gave him. I just stared at him blankly, cool and calm. “You’re not afraid of me, Sister?” he sneered, and still I said nothing. He took a step back. “You smell like cunt.” Turning away from me like he couldn’t be bothered further, he continued down the hall in a blur of white. He did look rather fine in that tight white suit, though a little impractical, but his personality certainly left much to be desired. No matter, I wasn’t here to impress him, by Lucifer.
Quickly, I came up the stairs, and made my way down the narrow hallway to my shared room in the simple sleeping wing. Swiftly opening the door, I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw Cardinal Terzo in there, of all people. He jumped as well, back from my dresser, and we stared at each other for a moment in shock as I pushed the door closed behind me. Registering that my top drawer was open, I noticed Terzo hastily stuffing something lacy inside. Back inside. My panties. I narrowed my eyes at him. “What are you doing?”
His face flushed dark with shame, a feat I didn’t think possible. “N… n… nothing, Sorella! I…”
I knew exactly what he had been doing, and I gave the poor man a smile. “Your Eminence, wouldn’t you rather…” Boldly, I hiked my skirt up right in front of him and pushed my panties down and off my legs, stepping out of them and holding them out. “… have these?” I continued, “You are the cause of their state.” Cardinal Terzo grinned warily at me, but I wasn’t done toying with him. “I should march downstairs and tell Sister Imperator what I caught you doing. That would be the right thing to do.” I looked him up and down; the way the fascia hugged his waist riled me up.
“No, no, mia sorella piu bella! Please don’t tell that woman…”
“Let me suck your cock,” I interjected, looking him in the face. He tilted his head, a naughtiness there behind the shock in his eyes. “And then I won’t tell on you,” I continued in a steady voice. Terzo shrugged, shaking his head a little in bewilderment, and I pointed over to the chair in a corner of the room. Exhaling, he strode over to it and sat down, spreading his knees and gesturing at his groin with a grin and a flourish. He watched me from under the hair fallen in his eyes as I slowly approached, my damp panties scrunched in my hand, and when I knelt at his feet he brushed the bothersome strands back. “You have been bothering me all morning,” I told him.
“I have been bothering you?!” he exclaimed, “You’ve been radiating your luminous beauty out from the pew since I began mass!”
“How flattering to me,” I told him sarcastically, “to inspire a pervert.”
Terzo smirked, getting more comfortable now in the chair. “Who’s indulging in perversion now, eh?”
“I’m not one of those shy village girls,” I said, undoing his sash to get to the buttons underneath, “and I don’t want a village boy.”
“Sorella,” Terzo said seriously, stopping my hands with his gloved one, “I don’t love anyone exclusively, you understand this?”
“I am aware, Cardinal,” I said, nodding, “I’m not looking for monogamy here.”
“Good, good, that’s good, sorella mia…” Terzo was leaning back, eyes closing as I freed his cock. He was already stiffening, and I wrapped my hand around him eagerly and pumped him a little to help him along. He had a gorgeous cock, just the right size to look comfortable, starting to stand up straight from his neatly trimmed pubic hair at the base. I ran my nails lightly through his treasure trail, feeling the coolness of his skin beneath, and he shuddered a bit at the sensation. “Aaah, Sorella, I am yours for the moment now, si?” I licked the tip of his cock in answer, bringing my tongue back and lapping at the sensitive underside. “Mmm, bene, that’s very nice, bella…”
My cunt and mouth were watering at the thought of pleasuring this lovely man, and soon I was taking him in, slick against my smooth tongue, to slide him back and forth as I sucked along his length. Relaxing around him, I fell into a nice rhythm, keeping the suction tight within my lips and enjoying the sound of him moaning above me. Twisting my fingers only a little at the bottom of his cock, I kept my other hand on his thigh for balance, clutching his robes a bit as I got more into it. Flicking my eyes up to his odd ones for a moment, I thrilled at the sight of the dark lust pooling there, his mouth slightly open as he started to pant.
Suddenly, I heard the door open behind me, but I didn’t bother to stop as I heard my new roommate’s voice, surprised. “Oh, I’m sorry Cardinal, forgive me! Sister, I just wanted to know how many more guimpes you’d like me to order for you.”
I hummed around Terzo’s cock as I held up two fingers without stopping. Terzo groaned into the ceiling at that, bucking his hips up a little in indulgence.
“Alright then, I’ll do that today,” Sister Leah continued, “Oh, and Your Eminence, I was going to come and find you next.” Terzo whined out his ecstasy above me, brushing his hair out of his face and trying to give her some of his attention. “Papa II is in bed with a fever,” she said, “so you’ll have to take his confession slot this afternoon, is that okay?”
“Can the Archbishop not do it today?” Terzo asked her through gritted teeth, “I believe he’s arrived… oh ahhh…” I was sucking him a little harder now, and bobbing my head just a smidgen faster.
I heard the smile in Leah’s sigh. “I already asked him, Your Eminence, and he told me to get fucked and make you do your job.” I chuckled a little around Terzo’s cock, and the jostle in the back of my throat made his thighs tense up in pleasure.
“Si! Si! I will do it, oh fuck that is so nice, Sister… ahh, thank you Sister Leah, fuck…”
“Thank you, Cardinal. I’ll see you downstairs soon, your morning meeting is starting,” Leah murmured, and I heard her leave the room, shutting the door behind her softly. I was really running my throat along him now, back and forth steadily, my nose brushing against his abdomen at every pass while my eyes watered. Terzo’s fingers came to my head, gently brushing back some loose hair that had escaped my veil.
“Oh, cara mia, you are so good to your Cardinal… you see how they run me ragged here, it is barely humane, by Lucifer… mmmm… ahhh…”
I pulled off his cock with a pop and a wicked smile, and looked up into his moaning face, so sweet with tension. “Will you shut up, Your Eminence?” I gasped, “I’ve never seen such a coddled Cardinal…” Snatching up my discarded panties, I rose up on my knees and stuffed them into his open mouth, still pumping his cock below. Terzo’s eyes rolled back as he whined around the satin, and I came down to suck him again, my mouth open and wet.
Before I could take him in again his cock twitched in my hand, flinging ropes of creamy cum up into my unready face. Terzo was groaning, his eyes alternately clenched shut in release and open wide in embarrassment. I just knelt there, still and trying not to gasp with each spurt painting me in white. When I thought he was finally done, his muffled breath exhaling in shaky gasps, I gently pumped out the last of his spend and bent my head to suck it off his messy cock. He was shuddering before me, shaking his head a little, and he took my panties out of his mouth and attempted to gently clean my face up, his smile apologetic as he wiped around my eyes, breathing heavily.
“I am so, so sorry, my most beautiful Sorella.”
I was tucking his softening cock away with care. “It’s okay, Cardinal, I don’t mind. You just surprised me a little, that’s all.” I giggled as he grasped my arms and hauled me up to sit in his lap. Cradling my ruined face in his gloves, he kissed me firmly on the mouth.
“You must come to my room tonight, bellissima, and I will give you more than a few surprises, I swear! But, they will be better than this one, I promise you…”
“Okay, Your Eminence. I will,” I said, sighing back into his arms.
“I look forward to it desperately, Sister… ahhh… fuck, Sorella, I cannot recall your name…” Terzo shrugged, embarrassed again, “I really am quite a shit Cardinal, aren’t I?”
“Not at all,” I assured him, “It’s Rae, short for Rachel. Sister Rae.”
“Sister Rae! I am so glad you have joined us.” Terzo ran his glove along my arm until he could take my hand, and he brought it to his lips to kiss the back dramatically.
“I am glad to be here, Your Eminence,” I said with a smile, “Thank you for welcoming me.” We laughed together in each other’s arms before we joined our lips to kiss again. Cardinal Terzo missed his morning meeting.