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The abbey library is quiet, peacefully so on this late afternoon. Most of the Siblings did their reading of books and studying of old tomes in here during the morning, before they had their own schedules to get to. Some had duties to get to with cleaning for the papas. Others were taking classes on the history of the church. Some had meetings with their ghoul friends out in the courtyards, or with a Papa they had taken up chatting with.
It made you smile to think of all the business everyone got up to here at the church; since Copia had taken over as Papa IV, nothing was as hurried as it had been. Everyone seemed more relaxed, in good moods. Especially the man himself. You hum out a breath. The abbey was such a nice place to be.
It had been on your to do list to return some books you had borrowed a few nights ago. You might as well stop by and do so before you had to get to the kitchens to help out some of the ghouls prepare the Papa's more specialized meals- they needed all the help they could get.
You look around, drinking in the soft golden glow of the sunset trickling in through the stained glass windows. Some gothic decor is illuminated, some hidden in the shadow of sunlight already passed. You smile again to yourself, holding the armful of books to your habit and heading down a row of shelves to the back. You stop when you hear the turning of a page.
Retracing your steps, you happen upon someone sitting with their feet up on one of the stretching velvet sofas by the window. Beside him, a steaming cup of tea. You almost don't want to disturb him; yet, it's such an inviting sight. "Papa?" you say.
Papa IV looks up from his book, almost startled from whatever he had been reading. "Sister. I apologize, I didn't hear you coming." He closes the book on his lap, inclining his head. "What can I do you for?" He picks up his tea. "Questions? Concerns? Suggestions?" He swears under his breath as he burns his mouth on his sip of tea. You laugh softly.
"No, Papa. I wouldn't dream of bothering you with work when you look so content." He relaxes his posture a little, giving you a grateful smile.
"I appreciate that. I love being at the top, but... it gets tiring. It's a long way to the top if you want to rock and roll, you know." He chuckles. "ACDC said it best, yes." You giggle, and rock forward on your toes.
"Can I get you anything to go with your tea while I'm here? Biscuits? Some cheese and wine? Cumulus' chocolate cookies?"
"How did you know I like her chocolate cookies?" Papa narrows his eyes.
"The half eaten ones left on the plate in the fridges in the morning have black and white stains on them," you smirk.
"Foiled again," he sighs. "I crave the sweets in the night, you see."
"Can't you just ask your ghouls to get some for you?" you ask. "Hell, you're Papa. THE Papa. You could have a fresh batch baked for you at midnight if you asked." He waves a hand.
"I don't want to bother anyone that late. Besides... I don't want anyone to know of my little weakness. Hush hush, alright? It is our secret, yeah?"
"Sure," you agree, even though everyone in the clergy knew of Papa's "secret" sweet tooth. You turn. "Anyway. Sorry to bother you, Papa. Enjoy your book." You curtsy and go to leave him be, but he speaks up again.
"It is no bother, Sister. What books do you have there?" He beckons you back, patting the sofa. "I am always interested in the literature my flock enjoys." You take a seat next to him, and show him. A bunch of ghost story collections. "I like your taste," Papa chuckles, reading the backs of them one by one. "These don't creep you out at night? Make it harder for you to fall asleep?"
"On the contrary, they help me sleep," you tell him. "I like to know that ghosts are all around me."
"Well you know, if you have ghosts..."
"You have everything," you finish with a laugh.
"Hmm." Papa pats the stack, gives them back to you. "Yes, I am very much the same. I find the scarier things are, the easier I can sleep. A good old fashioned branch knocking on the window. A hiss or two from the closet, belonging to some unbound demon. Reminds me of the darkness of our Lord and His presence all around us, and all what is exciting in the afterlife." You nod in agreement, and look down to his.
"How about you? What are you reading?" He hands you the book, and you read the title. The Fall of the Kaisarion Empire.
"The fall of Kaisarion interests me greatly," he tells you, rubbing his finger below his bottom lip thoughtfully. "So much so that I wrote a song about it." He takes the book back, smoothing a hand over it. "A people who were so proud, yet so corrupt. They tried to hide their sins beneath the false curtain of Christianity, but their goodness was poisoned. Everything under the righteous cause of freedom at the expense of others. Like those fuckers in trucks over in Canada." He shakes his head. "But it is not just the peoples who are selfish. Leaders then, just like today, are hypocrites. They don't care if their people burn." You readjust yourself to get comfortable, stretching out a bit.
"Is that what happened?"
"Yes." Papa traces the spine of the old history book. "Their emperor chose to kneel before God and pray for his own salvation while his people screamed in the streets. In the end, God did not save him." Papa shrugged. "It is interesting, to me. How history is rewritten to gloss over the evil. Historians would call a man like this righteous because he followed the dogma. It is selfish deeds like this that make you a hero to God and all those who worship him." Papa shakes his head, and you've barely even realized the position the two of you had slipped into during your philosophical discussion. Your head is now relaxed on his thigh, Papa's fingers gently brushing your hair from your face. When he finally turns back from looking out the window, he realizes this and retracts his hand as if he's touched a hot stove. "Ah... sorry. I am not only boring you, I am taking advantage."
"No," you quickly say, sitting up. "It was me. I'm sorry. I got too comfortable." He spends a second looking at you.
"I don't think either of us really want to go anywhere, do we, eh?"
You bite your lip. "I do. I want to move somewhere a little better." Papa's eyes drift down your body as you gently slide over into his lap. "I'm sorry Papa," you whisper, twisting your arms around his neck. "It's been so long since I've been touched... being this close to you, it's hard to resist."
Papa looks at you through darkened eyes. "Never apologize for getting in my lap, Sister. Now don't you dare move." He begins by bringing both of his hands up to hold you by your thighs. With your legs spread, one on either side of the esteemed Papa, the position only means less clothes between you two. You feel the twitch of his cock against your pussy, through your blue lace panties. "Good choice in colour," he growls, and moves one hand in between your legs. "You said it has been some time, Sister?" he asks, beginning to graze his fingers dangerously close, higher up your thigh. "Have you been desperate for a touch here?" He teases you with a circular rub along your hip bone, and you shudder. "How about here?" You jolt in shock as the pad of his finger comes in contact with your sweet spot, and he gives another circular rub.
"Oh Papa," you breathe.
"Here, perhaps..." He watches every twitch of your body as he slides the finger down to prod at the wet spot in your panties, where he knows you're clenching for him. He gives a gentle thrust of his fingers through the panties, teasing the fabric just inside you then out again. It makes the lace even more slick.
"Please," you moan, needy for him.
"You want your Papa?" he hums. "This is for me?"
"I would do anything to sit on your cock," you whine.
"Hush, now. We can't have anyone else in here overhearing our nefarious actions, hm?" He barely lets his lips touch your ear, instead pressing soft kisses down your neck. This alone is enough to make you grind down against him, desperate for any contact. You're already climbing toward your first orgasm. "It has been a while for me too," he admits, rolling his hips up to thankfully meet yours. "Keeping busy with the tour, new record. Church business. I have not properly had time to relieve myself of my carnal desires."
He punctuates this with a thrust, and you gasp. He rolls your ass around in his hand, and gives you a sharp smack. "I would love nothing more than to bury my cock inside your pussy, Sister, and fuck you until you're full of my warm seed. But today, we do something different, eh? I don't want to leave a mess on the couch." He bumps his hips up again, and you grind down desperately, barely able to keep your volume down as each rub of his clothed, hard cock against your clit makes you throb for more.
"I need you," you gasp.
"Ah," he groans, starting to fuck upward, "I'm... oh Sister..." His grey and brown hair falls forward in his face as he holds your hips, and you bounce over top of him now, reaching, grabbing, cresting. You tug on his hair as you finally rub just right, and cum hard against him, drenching the front of his lace up pants. He feels the warmth, and tenses up, stilling. To seal the deal, you put a hand down between you two to jerk his cock through his pants. That with the warmth of your wet cunt rubbing against him finally makes him cum, his spending oozing out of the tight fabric.
"Satanas," he mutters as you slip down to lick the cum from his pants.
You sit back up, wiping your lips, and giggle. "Well, Papa. It was nice talking books with you." You hand him back his discarded one on the fallen empire, get up and tug your habit down. "I suppose you'll want to get back to it." He tugs you back down.
"Kaisarion is interesting," he says, "But not that fucking interesting."