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Getting pulled to the side by Papa Secondo himself wasn't how Sister Obedience had intended to spend her Sunday afternoon, but there she was, sitting in his office, just the two of them. She was usually too cocky to let herself look nervous, but here, with him, there was very little she could do to prevent a little fidgeting. She crossed one leg over the other, fussing with the hem of her tunic. It left her bare up to mid-thigh, showing off her cathedral stocking tattoo. If she was going to fidget, she was going to look good doing it.
Secondo sat behind an expensive-looking dark wood desk, his elbows on its edge, his fingers threaded together, staring over them at her with eyes like a hawk. "We do this ritual for Lupercalia every year," he said, his tone grim. There was something like want moving behind his mismatched eyes, though.
Obedience asked, "And you're choosing me for it?"
"I am."
Being chosen as Papa's partner for the Lupercalia ritual was an honor, and she fought back a shiver. Covering it with a cheeky grin, she said, "I've definitely thought about being the one to do it."
"You are aware this is going to be seen by the entire congregation, yes, sorellina?"
Oh, him calling her that was never not going to get her hot and bothered, and keeping her voice as even as she could, Obedience said, "I like an audience."
"I thought you might." He could read her like a fucking book, couldn't he? One slut understood another. He added, "This is raw, Sorella Obbedienza. You understand?"
"I prefer it that way."
Secondo made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a snort. "Should've been using you for this every year," he muttered, though Obedience doubted it was all that difficult to get Siblings to agree to let him fuck them raw on the altar.
Lupercalia was two weeks later, and Obedience stood beside the altar in the chapel, gazing out at the congregation. Sister Imperator was in attendance, and Papas Nihil and Primo, and all the ghouls, and the many, many Siblings of Sin. Their countless eyes were on her.
Though she had plenty of experience being passed around at parties, she'd never been fucked in front of an audience of this size, but when Papa Secondo stepped away from the podium to stand beside her, all thought of anything but him fled her mind. Commanding a room like that seemed to come very naturally to him. He was dressed in full regalia, face paint and all, and when he stepped behind her to pull back her veil, she asked, "Am I allowed to kiss you during this?"
"You are."
Obedience shivered as her coif and bandeau were removed, then her guimpe. Secondo's gloved hands made quick work of the buttons of her tunic, ducking a moment later to grab for the hem, lifting it over her head and tossing it aside to be carefully gathered up and neatly folded by one of the novitiate nuns. And now the entire congregation has seen her naked. Great. At least she looked good: Her hair was glossy, her skin moisturized, her tattoo bright and freshly buffed, her piercings shiny and winking flirtatiously in the light.
Softly, so no one else could hear, he said, "Brava ragazza," and goosebumps broke out across her skin. "You get yourself warmed up for me, sorellina?"
"Yes, Papa."
And then his hands were on her, turning her to face him and meet his eyes while he chanted something in Latin that she didn't quite understand. It was hard to worry about what he was saying when his hands were suddenly on her hips, lifting her to sit on the edge of the altar, the velvet runner soft beneath her.
Obedience dutifully spread her legs, biting her lip when Secondo's gloved hands came to rest on her inner thighs, thumbing idly at sensitive skin. Even if she hadn't gotten warmed up before this, she'd still have been soaking wet by now. The runner, she thought, was definitely going to need replacing after the ritual.
"Eyes on me, Sorella," Secondo said, as if she could ever look anywhere else when he was in the room. He was captivating. "We do this together."
That was the catch: They had to cum together for the ritual to work. Obedience had seen it twice, and as proof of its success, a black rose bush placed before the podium would burst into bloom in seconds. It was beautiful.
It was also the farthest thing from her mind.
All Obedience could think of was the way Secondo was looking at her, and the feeling of his hands on her skin, and how carefully he parted his robes. He was naked beneath them, his cock already hard as he took it in hand. Obedience wanted more than anything to slide off the altar and wrap her lips around him, but that'd have to wait until next time they got together. And there would be a next time, she was sure. If the rumors were to be believed, Secondo only allowed his favorite Sisters to participate in this particular ritual.
With more gentleness than she'd expected from him, he slid inside, and her soft, keening moan echoed against the walls of the chapel. With a choked little gasp, he began working his hips in earnest. Keeping her eyes on him as she moved, Obedience leaned back to rest her elbows on the wood of the altar, pressing her thighs to Secondo's sides as he thrust deep.
He kept the pace slow, as if he was savoring the feeling of her around him, as if he hadn't had most of the Siblings beneath him like this. Yes, this was ritualistic, but it made her feel special just the same. There was nothing hotter than being wanted. He leaned forward a bit, gripping the edges of the altar as his hips worked against her, his breath coming harder now.
The sound of it, and of her breath, and of the sound of their bodies meeting was the only sound in the chapel. The congregation had fallen away entirely, and it was only them, bathed in the crimson light that poured in through the stained glass windows.
Obedience pushed herself up again, lifting one hand to the back of Secondo's neck and pulling him close for a kiss. His face paint was likely going to be completely ruined by the end of this, but judging by the way he licked into her mouth, he didn't mind.
The motion of his hips was smooth and practiced, long, deep strokes that had Obedience gasping against his lips. He wound an arm around her lower back, pulling her close so they were chest-to-chest, and she went gladly into his embrace. The hand he'd left grasping the edge of the altar slid closer to hers, and she threaded their fingers together.
Her gaze locked with his, Obedience breathed, "Fuck."
His mouth quirking up at one corner, so subtle she nearly missed it, Secondo asked, "Getting close, sorellina?"
Swallowing thickly, she managed to nod in reply.
"Touch yourself."
Who was she to go against his orders?
Obedience gasped at her own touch, rolling her hips against Secondo's, shivering hard when he gave a low, breathy moan in return. He sounded glorious. She was going to be hearing his voice every time she got herself off for the rest of her life.
His rhythm was getting sloppy now, his breathing heavy and warm against her neck, smearing his face paint across her skin. When he said, "Together," she could do nothing more than obey.
In perfect sync, they came, clinging close and muffling their sounds against each other's skin. Obedience felt like cotton candy, her body dissolving away into liquid sugar for Secondo to hungrily lap up.
He released her gently, easing her back onto the altar, and their gazes locked for a moment, sparking lightning between them.
And then they were looking away, and all the eyes of the congregation shifted to the potted rose bush that sat before the podium.
A moment passed in silence before one blossom bloomed, then a second, a third, a fourth, the tenth, all of them. It was gorgeous.
Secondo gave a breathless huff of laughter, and beneath him, half-giggling, Obedience panted, "Hell yeah."