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Terzo was curled up on the couch in his apartment, flipping through channels and lazily picking at a carton of take-out. It was another boring Sunday night at the ministry. Perhaps he'd gotten spoiled by the excitement and adrenaline of going on tour, but he'd been struggling lately to see the appeal of life at the Abbey. The boredom was driving him a little stir-crazy.
Sighing, he settled on watching a rerun of the Great British Bake Off and tossed the remote on the cushion next to him. Less than five minutes later, he was completely spaced out and staring at the wall above the TV. If only there were something fun to do around this dour old place.
Suddenly, he heard what sounded like footsteps scampering past his front door. Terzo straightened in his seat, hoping for a visitor -- perhaps a lovely Sister of Sin or a muscular Ghoul. But instead of a knock, a piece of paper slid out from underneath the door and came to rest on his welcome mat.
“Huh?” He clamored off the couch, cake show long forgotten, and went to investigate the mysterious note. He bent down and snatched it up, holding it close to his nose to read the messy handwriting. His heart surged with excitement when he read the text.
HUGE ORGY HAPPENING BY THE BAPHOMET STATUE IN TEN MINUTES, BE THERE OR BE SQUARE!
Terzo grinned. "Oh fuck yeah!"
This is exactly the kind of fun he’d been yearning for.
He bounced over to his room and changed into his favorite robe – a silky purple thing so short it barely covered his ass – then skipped merrily out the door.
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Ten minutes later, Terzo was stationed at the Baphomet statue and there was absolutely zero sign of any orgy activity. He paced around and kicked some dandelions just in case he was early, but when another ten minutes passed and no one else arrived, he gave up hope and trudged home. Maybe he got his dates mixed up, or maybe some pesky Ghouls were playing a joke on him.
When he got back to his apartment, he threw himself on the couch in a flutter of purple silk, resigning himself to an evening of dissociating while pretending to watch the baking show.
That's when he heard something weird coming from his bedroom. It sounded like...like a loud thump followed by a muffled squeak.
Terzo sat bolt upright on the couch, peering curiously at his closed bedroom door. What the hell was that?
He hadn't invited anyone over last night to fuck, so the sound was unlikely to be a beleaguered guest rolling out of bed. Perhaps he'd forgotten to close his window and an animal lept inside? Or maybe a ghoul crawled in through an air vent again?
Only one way to find out…
Rolling off the couch, he went over to investigate. He approached the door quietly and pressed his ear to the wood, holding his breath so he could clearly hear everything going on inside.
His eyes widened.
Something was definitely moving around in there. Something clumsy and Italian, judging by the curses being muttered.
Suspecting some kind of ghoul-related bullshit, Terzo huffed and threw open the door, ready to stomp in there and remind them all that it was rude as fuck to barge into people's homes unannounced. So he was shocked by the sight of a rather diminutive man in a red cassock pawing through his dresser drawers.
“Cardinale?”
“MERDA!”
The man jumped to his feet like he'd just been electrocuted and whirled around to face Terzo with huge startled eyes. His hands flew behind his back and Terzo couldn't tell if the awkward Cardinal was doing it out of respect or attempting to hide something.
Terzo cocked his head, thoroughly perplexed to find the normally well-behaved Cardinal Copia in his room. “Copia? Why are you lurking around in my bedroom?”
Copia didn't answer. The poor man looked about ready to faint, his breath coming out fast and high-pitched as all color drained from his face.
Taking pity on him, Papa raised his hands in what he hoped was a calming gesture. “I'm not angry, Copia, and you're not in trouble. I'd simply like to know why you're randomly in my room going through my shit.”
Instead of answering, Copia bit his lip and glanced nervously at the door as if calculating whether or not he could make an escape. Unfortunately for him, Terzo was firmly planted in his escape route -- Terzo crossed his arms and widened his stance to drive home the point. Realizing there was no hope, the Cardinal let out a defeated sigh and dropped his chin to his chest. “Ah, shit.”
Then he pulled out the object he'd been hiding behind his back.
For a confusing couple of seconds, Terzo thought it was a small golden baseball bat. Then his brain caught up to what his eyes were seeing.
It was a monsterous dildo.
Not just any dildo, but a one-of-a-kind Ghildo prototype that frankly should have never seen the light of day. Seriously – he had no clue what the design team was smoking when they invented this thing. Calling it big was an understatement. The thing was at least a foot long and almost as girthy as Terzo's wrist at its widest point. Heavy and solidly built, it was an impressive piece, from the veins of its golden shaft to the tips of its miter-crowned heads.
Yes – heads. Plural. For this was no ordinary dildo: it was double-sided so two lusty Siblings -- or two absolute maniacs -- could fuck it at the same time.
“You broke into my place to steal a dildo?” Terzo asked incredulously.
“I wasn't stealing it!” The Cardinal protested, his nasally voice going shrill. “I was gonna put it back when I was, you know…finished.”
Terzo shook his head, laughing at the absurdity of the situation. “You could've just asked to borrow it, you know. I would’ve let you.”
Copia huffed and threw his hands in the air, inadvertently waving the dildo around. “And what was I supposed to say? ‘Hi, Papa, I got drunk with the ghouls and they told me you had a one-of-a-kind dildo so big it would make Satan himself blush like a Victorian maiden, can I please borrow it?’”
Terzo smirked, thoroughly enjoying the sight of the Cardinal getting all flustered. The poor sweet man was so easy to rile up. Maybe Terzo's evening wouldn't be so boring after all.
He let his smirk widen into a full-blown Cheshire Cat grin and took a few swaggering steps into the room, swinging one end of his robe’s belt in slow circles.
“Who would've thought,” he drawled impishly, “Imperator's golden boy committing multiple crimes to get his hands on my–”
“I didn't commit any crimes!” Copia sputtered, hands balling at his sides as his face turned as red as his cassock.
Terzo circled the Cardinal and counted off on his fingers. “Breaking and entering. Attempted theft. Lying to me about the orgy, which definitely should be illegal. Quite the rap sheet, eh?”
His eyes trailed over Copia's figure, voice dropping to a seductive purr. “Not to mention…the crime of looking so good in that cassock. Tell me, Cardinal, how do you get that belt so tight? Need a ghoul to put his foot on your back while he tightens the laces?”
Copia squeaked and the flush spread down to his collarbones. For once, the clever little Cardinal seemed tongue-tied.
Papa leaned his hip against his dresser, causing the already sinfully short robe to ride up on his hip. Copia's eyes flickered to the newly exposed skin and his pink tongue darted out to wet his lips.
“You know, Cardinale, I can think of a way you can make it up to me – if you're interested.”
Copia's eyes flickered from Terzo's bare hip to his face and narrowed in suspicion. “Oh? What did you have in mind, Papa?”
Terzo reached out and placed his hand over Copia's fist where it gripped the dildo. He caught the man's gaze and lifted a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, asking a silent question. Copia’s throat clicked audibly as he swallowed hard.
“Don't worry – I think it's something I think you'll find enjoyable.”
The Cardinal’s mouth dropped open and his face turned tomato red as he processed the implication of what Papa had just suggested.
Shyly, he nodded in agreement.
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Terzo kneeled between the Cardinal’s bare thighs, running his hands soothingly over his soft, lightly fuzzed skin. The now nude Cardinal reclined against a mountain of pillows, his pale skin pretty against the purple fabric, and nervously chewed his lip. His green eyes flitted to where the dildo lay on the bedspread next to a generously sized bottle of lube.
“Having second thoughts?” Terzo asked lightly.
Copia shook his head. “I'm just thinking…” He picked up the dildo and laid it vertically across his tummy pudge. “How's it all gonna fit?”
Terzo laughed, bemused by the display. “Believe me, it'll fit.”
Copia's gaze flickered to Terzo, eyes suddenly glinting with a hint of mischief. “You know this from experience?”
Terzo leaned down, brushing the dildo aside, and pressed his lips to the swell of Copia's belly, trailing kisses down the line of hair leading to his groin. “Si. I do.”
The Cardinal shivered delicately and brushed his fingers through Papa's dark hair. His breath hitched as he swallowed, parting his legs as Papa descended lower. “Show me how you did it,” he whispered.
Warm breath passed over the Cardinal's taint as Terzo’s hands pushed the man's thighs up towards his hips. “For you, tesoro? Gladly.”
Then that wicked mouth was against his entrance and all coherent thought left Copia's mind.
Papa's tongue flickered over him teasingly, darting out against his rim and never stepping in one spot for more than a moment. It was the most exquisite torture.
Copia's chest heaved and his hand shot out to tangle itself in Terzo's soft dark hair. Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, Terzo caught him off guard by switching to wide, firm swipes of his tongue. The Cardinal couldn't stop the loud, open-mouthed moan that escaped him. The Third hummed against him, clearly pleased, and the vibration ratcheted Copia’s nerves up another degree.
If Copia could think straight, he may have been embarrassed by how quickly Papa reduced him to a sweaty, quivering ball of nerve endings, but he couldn't bring himself to care when Papa's warm mouth felt so good. He melted into the plush mattress, the muscles in his thighs jerking as he rolled his hips and chased the sensation, whining steadily below his breath.
Papa lay a strong arm across Copia's hips to keep him somewhat anchored to the bed. “Wow, you're so sensitive!” He marveled.
Copia laughed sheepishly. “Eh…it's been a while since anyone's – ah – done this to me. Usually I just use toys.”
“Mmmhmm,” Terzo murmured, nuzzling against his taint. “Hence the attempted theft?”
“Ah – si,” he panted.
“Well…” Terzo sat back on his heels and placed his hands on Copia's knees. His makeup was smeared, his beautiful dark hair a complete mess. “You're invited back anytime you want to use them. I've got a lot more in there we can try together.”
Copia searched Papa's eyes and nodded, suddenly shy despite the intimacy of the situation. “I'd like that.”
“Bene.”
Eager to keep things going, Terzo poured some lube onto his fingers and set the bottle aside, making sure to keep it nearby for easy access. He was gonna need an ass load of the stuff, literally, to make this enjoyable for the petite Cardinal.
Once the lube was warmed up, Terzo dipped his hand between the man's parted thighs and brushed his fingertips against his entrance. Copia let out a breathy gasp and let his eyes flutter shut, clearly enjoying the light, teasing touches. He circled his entrance a few times, slicking up the area, before slowly pushing a finger inside, causing them to both groan in sync with one another.
“Lucifer, you're tight.” Terzo watched his finger sink up to the knuckle with rapt attention, loving the way the silky heat squeezed him as he drew back and pushed inside again. His mind wandered, wondering what it would feel like on his cock, and Satan if that wasn't a lovely mental image. Maybe Copia would let him fuck him next time.
“Feels good,” The Cardinal panted as he fell back against the pillows.
Taking his time, Terzo slowly pumped his fingers in and out, getting Copia used to the stretch before adding a second. Copia's breath sped up and a pink flush spread like wildfire from his face to his chest. By the third finger, Copia was whining steadily and squirming against the mattress. His eyes scrunched shut and he'd threaded a hand through his hair, tugging at the roots.
“Still okay?” Terzo asked softly.
“Fine…it's just…a lot,” he panted shakily, rolling his hips against Terzo's hand.
“You're doing so well, amore.”
The Cardinal’s pretty face flushed pink from the praise. “If you keep that up, I'm gonna cum.”
“Isn't that the point?” Terzo smirked and crooked his fingers inside of him.
“Not – ah, merda – not yet!”
Terzo chuckled. Taking the hint, he removed his fingers and picked up the dildo, hefting it between two hands. The thing was heavy . Mouth-wateringly so.
“Is this what you want?”
Copia’s eyes brightened when he noticed the toy. He licked his lips and nodded eagerly. “Si, Papa. Please give it to me.”
Papa dumped a generous amount of lube on the toy, using it to slick up the head and shaft. He pressed the head to Copia’s stretched entrance, taking note of how absolutely massive the toy looked in comparison to the Cardinal. He paused as a wave of uncharacteristic anxiety hit him – was this thing really gonna fit?
“Um, Cardinale, are you sure about–”
Copia let out a little puff of annoyance and took the toy in hand himself. Terzo watched in amazement as he pushed it up and into himself, tossing his head back with a loud, open-mouthed groan. The moment the toy bottomed out, Copia, amazingly, began to cum. He'd been so keyed up from the fingering that the sensation of the toy ramming past his prostate was enough to send him over the edge. He shivered and panted, crying out a series of broken “ahs” as his cock jerked and spattered his stomach in cum.
Terzo looked on in awe. “Bellissimo,” he whispered reverently.
When it was all over, Copia dropped back to the bed in a shaking pile of limbs.
“Si, I'm sure,” he replied belatedly.
Terzo let out a breathless little laugh. “Noted.”
Terzo’s own cock was almost painfully hard, just dying to get in on the action. With Copia momentarily sated, he wasted no time rolling onto his back and lubing up his fingers to prep himself. He shoved two in up to the knuckle with a pleased little hiss, eyes fluttering shut as he pumped them in and out. He was used to taking huge ghoul cocks, so his prep work should be far easier than Copia's.
When he next opened his eyes, he was greeted by the lovely sight of Copia watching him with glazed, half-lidded eyes. His hand slowly pumped his cock, already half-hard again.
Terzo's ass clenched on his fingers and he flashed a cocky smirk. “Ready for me, caro?”
Copia nodded emphatically, rising onto his elbows and drawing up his knees.
Moving carefully, Terzo scootched between the Cardinal’s legs and slotted himself close to his bottom. There was a bit of awkward maneuvering as Terzo reached between them to take hold of the toy. As soon as he was able to notch the head inside himself, they were in business. He sank down with a curse, throwing back his head as the toy stretched him open and filled him to the brim. Once it had bottomed out, he ttook a moment to adjust to the new feeling of fullness as Copia watched with blatant interest. The expression was wiped off his face when Terzo wriggled his hips and the end of the dildo that was buried deep inside Copia's ass dragged against his insides, intense and delicious.
“Oh,” the Cardinal moaned breathily, rolling his hips experimentally.
The movement caused the dildo to slide deeper into Terzo, who involuntarily bucked his hips, pushing it back into Copia. The Cardinal gasped and pushed back. The two of them fell into a rhythm as the room filled with the sounds of the mattress squeaking and their labored breathing.
“Holy hell,” Terzo groaned, nearly overwhelmed by the sensation. His skin had broken out into a sweat and his ass was clenching like crazy around the huge toy.
Then he finally, finally got a chance to touch his poor neglected dick. He hissed as he wrapped the head in a loose fist and thumbed at the slit, spreading the copious precum up and down his shaft as he worked himself.
Copia had been jerking off almost this entire time. If Terzo had a single cogent brain cell left in his head, he would praise the man for his impressive stamina and total lack of refractory period. He made a hazy mental note to thoroughly explore that delightful phenomenon in the future.
In the meantime, it was clear the little Cardinal was rapidly building up to a second orgasm.
“More!"
Eager to please his new lover, Terzo grasped the toy near the center and began jerking it back and forth, fucking both of them with it simultaneously.
“Yes – si, Papa.” Copia's hips bucked erratically and precum oozed and gushed from his tip, his cockhead so flushed it was nearly purple. Terzo groaned and his mouth watered from how badly he wanted to curl forward and lick it all off. Instead, he summoned every ounce of self-control in his body as he watched Copia jerk his cock fast and hard as Terzo fucked the toy into his beautiful ass.
“That's it, tesoro," he whispered shakily.
Terzo felt his own orgasm building fast, toes curling as his balls tightened up, ready to blow. He gritted his teeth, determined to have Copia come first.
“O-oh, Terzo, I'm–” the Cardinal’s back arched off the mattress with a cry as cum erupted from his dick, adding to the mess on his stomach from his first orgasm.
“Sei bello, amore, come for me," Terzo babbled. "Lucifer in hell, I wish I could kiss you right now."
Seconds later, Terzo was coming too, pushed over the edge by the sight of Copia falling apart.
He collapsed against the mattress, fighting for breath as he literally saw stars. The Cardinal wasn't faring much better based on the broken little sounds he made as he came down from his own incredible peak.
A few moments later, Terzo summoned the strength to pull the toy out of their wrecked asses. He winced and threw it to the floor where it rolled and hit the wall with an impressive thud. Whatever. He'll deal with it later – he scarcely had the strength to remain conscious right now, let alone tidy up his room. He vaguely recalled Copia offering him his undershirt to clean up with. With that taken care of, he collapsed back to the bed in a heap of jelly-like limbs and let his eyes flutter shut.
After a good half-hour or so of recovery, Copia managed to crawl over to Terzo and drop next to him. A shy smile lit up his face.
Terzo rolled to face him with a triumphant, albeit tired, smile of his own. “Wow, I can't believe we fucked that thing!”
Copia giggled breathlessly and tucked his body against Terzo's. “I can't even believe it was real! I thought maybe the Ghouls were messing with me.”
Papa smirked, a mischievous gleam in his mismatched eyes. “Well? Are you gonna tell them that you can now confirm with one-hundred-percent certainty that it's real?”
Copia blushed and tucked his face into Terzo's shoulder. “Eh, you know….I think it's best if this remains an Abbey urban legend.”
“Ah, perhaps you're right…” Terzo sighed playfully. “I don't need anybody else breaking in to investigate.”
Copia rolled onto his back with a pleased little hum. His curious eyes roamed around the room, coming to rest on Terzo's open dresser drawer. “So…what else have you got in there, Papa?”
Terzo smiled. “Give me fifteen minutes and I'd be happy to show you, amore. ”