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You didn't know why you had agreed to attend the party. Perhaps you were hoping to make friends? You had been at the ministry for a few months now and people had been largely welcoming, but you had yet to actually make a single friend. You’re shy, a little awkward and clumsy and you felt incredibly self conscious of how you looked, particularly in your habit. The other women had theirs nipped and tucked in all the right places, but your body shape meant that you filled out the biggest uniform on offer and that made you feel ashamed, so you just wore it as it was, unflattering and frumpy.
It was just a small gathering in one of the sister’s rooms. Music, food, some drinking games and then a movie night. You could do that, you thought. It was the first invitation you’d had, so you definitely didn't want to turn it down.
It hadn’t been too bad so far, but you still hadn’t managed to properly join a conversation, standing on the edges and then being inevitably blocked out. So you mostly just sat in the corner on your own, people watching. You noticed that one of the Bishops - Copia - was here too and was pretty much going through the same agony as yourself. He was older than a lot of the other Bushops and you were surprised to see him at the party too. You had tried to strike up conversations with him in the past, you bumped into him in the library a lot - but he had just made funny noises at you and got the hell out of there as fast as he could. Clearly he only had time for the hot siblings. It had hurt all the more because he seemed like the shy, awkward type too and you had heard siblings laughing behind their hands at him, like you were sure they did at you, so you expected some camaraderie. But no, so you had given up trying to make friends with him.
Before you knew it, a game of ‘spin the bottle’ had broken out. Everyone sat on the floor in a circle, you had scooted yourself as far back as possible, so there was only a narrow gap that the bottle would have to land on to slect you. You didn't want to join in, not really and you nearly excused yourself and left but this was a good compromise. The game had gone on a while and the bottle had mercifully not landed on you at all. Until now.
You instantly froze, you couldn’t palm it off on the sibling either side of you - it quite clearly pointed at you.
“Uggghhhhh” Bishop Amelio whined. “Why do I always have the bad luck?” Bishop Amelio was gorgeous, one of the siblings favourites. They called him ‘mini Terzo’ but he had none of Terzo’s grace, manners or kindness. In fact, he could be downright cruel. You flushed scarlet. Why did it have to be his turn? The sisters were giggling at him and his dramatics, some of the brothers egging him on at your expense.
“Can't be that bad Lio, just pretend you are making out with a marshmallow” was one of the nicer comments. Tears, hot and ashamed pricked at your eyes and you wanted to get up and run away but you were boxed in so instead you just looked at the floor, waiting for them to get bored and move on.
“You can’t skip, it's against the rules!”
“Well there is no way I’m kissing her. Not. A. Chance. Anyone wanna swap turns? I’ll do your chores for a week!” Now you were being bargained off against chores, this literally couldn't be more humiliating and you cursed yourself for thinking that this party was a good idea.
The silence in the room was palpable. They would have to move on soon surely, even the meanest of them must have a limit of how funny this could be.
“I will take your turn, Amelio. I shall keep my chores too” you heard a thickly accented voice say. Your head flew up in shock - no more humiliation please… You saw Bishop Copia awkwardly moving on to his hands and knees and ungracefully crawling on all fours over to you. You were baffled, and terrified. What was he going to do, was this to win favour with the other Bishops? Was he just going to demean you in front of the rest of the people to make himself look better? You tried to stutter out a protest, how it wasn’t necessary and they should just carry on with the game… and then Copia was kneeling in front of you.
He was smiling, was that… bashfully?
“Aww how cute, a piggy and a rat making out!” one sister exclaimed. That was it, the humiliation knife twisted in your chest and silent tears started flowing down your face.
Copia didn’t even flinch, just held his hands out to you. Your expression was one that simply read - ‘why?’ Your brain couldn’t make sense of it. Copia signalled to you with his gloved hand again, this time you noticed it was shaking. Fuck it, you thought. Lets just get on with this, let him finish this cruel scenario in whatever way he had planned and then get the hell out of here.
You sat up on your knees and reached your hand out to take his. He pulled you close to him and you were nearly nose to nose. He reached up his other hand and used his thumb to swipe away the tears on your cheek. You noticed his features, that sloped nose that came to an elegant point, the tiny moustache on his top lip, neatly and perfectly trimmed, the freckles on his blushed cheeks… he was so handsome…
“Ignore them Sorella, you are bellissima” he whispered. His body blocking out your view of most of the gawking circle. Of all the things you were expecting him to say or do, that was not it. You froze once again, waiting for the punchline, it never came, instead just a simple question.
“May I kiss you Sorella?”
“I.. uh… um… yes” you managed to stutter out and Copia pulled you to him, his lips meeting yours and he held you there. A quick peck would have sufficed to end the turn and move the game on but Copia was not going for quick… or even chaste it seemed. You melted into his mouth and he snaked a hand round the back of your neck, deepening the kiss further until you felt his tongue probing your lips. You opened your mouth to him and he tasted amazing, he must have been drinking something sweet and fruity tonight.
His other hand let go of yours and slid down to your hip, his fingers finding the soft roll of chubbiness covering your hip bone. Just as your insecurities nearly flooded your brain again he squeezed it and moaned into your mouth, pulling you against him. You felt, quite distinctly and obviously, a hard bulge against your stomach. Copia was enjoying this… enjoying you?
“Ewww this is just gross I can’t watch anymore” you heard, followed by fake gagging sounds and laughter. You pulled away from Copia, having forgotten that there was an audience.
“Well that's put me off this game forever” Amelio sneered. “Let's put a film on, something gory and gross as a palate cleanser after that?” The circle started to disperse and Copia simply sat back on his heels, adjusting his cassock with a shy look on his face.
“Uh.. Scusa my enthusiasm…” he pointed to his lips but you couldn't help think of his hard cock that pressed against you just moments before.
“I’m going to go” you said hurriedly as you stood up “This party was a mistake, I shouldn't have come.” Copia’s face turned to one of utter dejection. You quickly added, “Not because of you.” Your hand instinctively came up to touch your lips as you gave a little smile, before gesturing with your head over your shoulder “I just can’t be around them any more right now”. Relief flooded across his face and he scrambled to his feet.
“Sorella, please let me walk you back to your room?”
“Really?”
“It would be my piacere” Copia gave a little bow and held his hand out to you. What a fucking surreal night. Why not? You took his hand and he guided you out of the room like a gentleman from an old time film.
You walked in silence for a while, unsure of what you should say. Copia broke the silence.
“I am very sorry for how they treated you tonight Sorella.”
“I should have known better, I can never seem to make friends”
“Hmm, I know a lot about this,” Copia nodded stoically.
“At least you have your looks” You retorted. Copia stopped walking.
“Are you making a joke of me?” he asked, genuinely looking hurt. A look of confusion swept across your face. “I know my nickname here is the rat man, it is not because I keep rats as pets...”
“No!” You exclaim. “I actually think you are very handsome” you replied, unable to look at him whilst making the confession “and well, I’m this” you gesture up and down your body.
Without warning Copia was guiding you backwards into one of the alcoves in the hall until your back was pressed up against the stone.
“And by this, you mean a goddess, si?”
You let out an incredulous laugh “You have got to be kidding. I do not look anything like…” You couldn't even finish the sentence, your insecurities choking you. Copia’s lips hovered above your neck.
“I am very well read” he tenderly planted a kiss on your neck just under your jaw “and I can very much assure you” another kiss, this time on your collar bone “every inch of you is how a goddess is described in the books” his fingers hover on the hem of your habit’s neckline “and I have fantasised about worshipping your body like a Dea deserves.”
Your head is swimming in his confessions and from his touch. You let out a breath you didn’t realise you had been holding. His fingers were still tentatively dancing over the fabric and his expression was one of pleading for permission. You nodded at him and his fingers delicately came down to graze the outline of your breasts. Breasts that you felt plagued you. Too large for delicate fancy lingerie, that bounced painfully when you exercised, that gave you backache from just standing too much…
“These, these are magnifica” He said with a slight tremble in his voice, like it was taking all his restraint to just stand before you. “You have been torturing me for months with them. I am, shamefully, a perverted old man that cannot keep his eyes to himself. You always managed to catch me just as I was imagining what it would be like to be face down in them...” The tips of his ears glowed scarlet at the admission. Suddenly his previous dismissal of you any time you tried to strike up conversation made sense.
He continued to trace delicately around your breasts and it was agonising, you needed more contact and you thrust your chest into his hand, whining. Copia did not hesitate at the invitation and finally took a handful of your bust and groaned as he grabbed and kneaded your flesh through your habit. His lips were on yours again, rougher and with more passion than before. He released your breast and his hand slid around your back and down to your arse.
“And this…. Oh…. this outstanding culo” he grabbed a handful of the ample landscape of your backside, pulling you forward so your hips met, him straddling one of your thighs. His other hand balanced himself against the wall behind your head.
He let out a needy moan and rutted against your thigh. The feeling of his hard length against your leg sent an inferno of desire blazing at your core. All you could think was how impressive his cock must be if you could feel it through all this fabric. You leant in to devour his mouth once again, urging on Copia’s now more furious rutting against your leg.
“Merda! Che cazzo mi fai, mia dea?” He stumbled back a little. “Not like this, not in a hallway, please, let me take you back to my room so I can worship you properly?”
The way he looked at you, the way he spoke to you, the way his body was reacting to yours… As if there were going to be any other answer to that question than ‘yes’.