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Copia had a secret he had never shared with anyone ever since he came to the clergy to become a satanic cardinal. Not even when he became Papa did he tell a single soul, especially then, since he feared for his position in the ministry if it was revealed. You, his long-term partner, also had no clue about any of this, surprisingly enough, since you were the person he told absolutely everything, with no exception. So what could his possibly inhumane secret be that would get him fired and result in a messy break-up between you two? Did he murder someone? No, way worse, in his opinion at least.

Copia was a trans man.

He had been passing for decades now, the surgery scars under his pecs being so faint you could barely see them anymore. He took testosterone everyday, not like when he started transitioning in form of shots, but now only as small spurts of gel on each thigh that he would rub in. No one doubted that he was a biological male, which put him at ease, though he had a little crisis when he was presented these very tight fitting pants to wear to his rituals. He had yet to get his genital reconstruction surgery. To be fair, he doubted he would ever get it done. He was old and so far along in his journey that not having a penis didn't bother him anymore. Except when he had to wear these pants. Which was why he used packers to stuff into the front of his pants. The crowd had gone wild the first time he had done that, seemingly buying his lie of having a huge cock under his clothes.

While he was comfortable with his vagina, he wasn't sure that others were. Not when he presented masculine in nearly every aspect of his life, or what was considered masculine in the eyes of the world. Papas were also highly known for whorish behaviour around the clergy, sleeping with everyone that spread their legs for them. But Copia wasn't the type for orgies and one night stands where the siblings were writhering from the sheer size of his bare cock in them, obviously because he had nothing he could stick anywhere except his fingers and since he thought sex to be a sensual thing. And there was nothing sensual for him if he had no bond with the person he was sleeping around with. Despite that, he was in a very happy and loving relationship with you, what more could he want?

What more could you want, though? You loved him, with all of your heart and soul. He was the most beautiful man you had ever met, the most considering and kind, too. That's why it was inevitable that you to longed to touch him. Not just hand holding and cuddling, no. Real, bare and passionate touching. Touching him in a way that would make him grip the sheets and sing the songs of carnal lust and sins.

You had yet to see him naked. Completely nude. For now, the most skin he had shown you was when he was getting ready for bed, standing in the room topless with only a loose pair of boxers on that rested delicately under his hipbone, the slight shadow of a happy trail growing from the waistband upwards to his belly button. It made your mouth water and your eyes wander down to what could be possibly hiding underneath these shorts.

So it was just a matter of time until you started flirting more heavily with him. Teased him, your voice low and sultry as it whispered words into his ear that made his breath hitch and his pussy throb. Though he would always decline and tell you he wasn't feeling quite ready for this yet. What was far from the actual truth. He wanted nothing more than to lose himself in desire and pleasure with you over and over again, yet he was scared. Scared that you would be grossed out by the fact he had a vagina and not a penis like you expected. Even more so, that you wouldn’t see him as a man after finding out and tell everyone in the clergy. Technically, he knew you weren't the type of person to do something like that. But he didn't want to risk it.

You respected his decision to wait a little longer, you felt bad for pressuring him. That was never your intention and you didn't want him to feel like you were only after his body. So you waited, not entirely still, you would still throw in some daring touches and arousing words and he caught himself giving in easier each time, stopping himself before he lost all kind of self-restraint.

While you thought he was completely opposed to the idea if having sex with you, that the thought was a huge turn-off for him, Copia was touching himself the second he was alone after you would try to seduce him. Today was no different.

He had fled into his office from your attempt to rile him up yet again, which worked, not that you would know about that. There was a stack of paperwork already waiting for him at his desk and even though he hated filling out paperwork, he thought it would be a perfect opportunity to calm his racing heart down and focus on something else, rather than imagining how you would make him cum multiple times in a row.

His mind had other plan though and kept playing pictures in his head that made his hands tremble and his signature come out shaky. He thought about your fingers slowly circling his hole before diving right in, knuckle deep and with no resistance from how utterly aroused he was. First it would be just your two fingers before he'd beg you to add another, and another, until you were wrecking his tight boy cunt with your fist-

"Cazzo..." he mumbled, a low whine forming in the back of his throat as his clit kept throbbing and pulsing, his pussy contracting with desire. It just wouldn’t stop. He could feel himself leaking into his underwear when he decided that he had to do something about it. His body felt so hot and sensitive, he was so desperate. Copia got rid of his red sweatpants and black boxers and prodded up his legs on his desk, spreading them open. If anybody would come into his office right now, they would be greeted with the sight of his glistening, twitching cunt that was just begging to be touched. Though he didn't worry too much about that, partly because he was way too horny to care right now and since people usually knocked and waited for his permisson before entering.

He slid the leather gloves off his fingers and placed them on his desk. With a deep breath, he began to gently circle his engorged clit with his middle and pointer finger. His breath hitched at that and he bit his lip, pleasure licking up his legs to pool in his stomach. Copia couldn't keep up with the slow and gentle movements for long, he needed more. He was jerking his clit off by now, mouth agape, shuddering a deep moan from his chest.

With the other hand he desperately collected the slick from his cunt with his fingers to lube them up before penetrating his quivering hole with them. They slid right in with a wet squelch, making Copia groan at the pleasurable stretch. He didn't waste a second to pump them in and out of him, his thrusts erratic and frantic.

Moving his hips a little forward on his chair, his fingers slipped deeper, brushing that sweet spot inside him that made him twitch. His thighs flexed while he bucked into his hands.

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You clutched a letter in your hands that was supposed to be delivered to Sister Imperator. You had not asked what it was about as it had been handed to you by Mr. Sultarian. Guessing that it contained the schedules for further shows next year, you quickly made your way through the ministry's halls, since Sister Imperator didn't like to be kept waiting.

You feared you were too late already, which was why you brushed past every Ghoul and sibling in a hurry. Passing Copias office, your body suddenly froze as you heard an ominous noise coming from behind the door. Was that...a moan? No, that couldn't be, right? You held your breath for a few seconds, patiently waiting to hear that sound again. There it was, a desperate whine that made your core tingle.

Your heart began to race, you didn't know what to do with this information right now. At first, you couldn't shake the thought that Copia might be having fun with someone in his office, your chest became tight. Though you didn't hear any additional voices, so you desperately hoped your mind was mistakenly thinking he was cheating on you. You looked back to the envelope in your hand and debated wether to investigate or let it drop and bring the letter to Sister Imperator, like you had planned.

Your nerves got the better of you and with one last glance in every direction, you bent down to look through the keyhole of his door. You had to stifle a gasp as you watched the scene before you. Copia with his head thrown back, his fingers disappearing deeply inside him as he wriggled them around to find that pleasurable spot again in a daze of bliss and desire. You weren't as suprised as you originally thought you would be after your suspicion had been confirmed. You had figured out pretty early in your relationship that he might be trans, especially after you found his testosterone gel in the cupboard in your shared bathroom and when you felt the faint scars on his chest with your fingertips when you cuddled. You just never asked him about it, it wasn’t like you had any problems with it. You loved him unconditionally and if he wanted to share that secret with you, then he would do that on his own. And you would be there to listen and assure him that it didn't matter to you what he once was. All that was important to you was who he was now and that you loved him just like that.

You were only suprised that it was actually true, even a tiny bit hurt that he didn't seem comfortable enough to tell you. He didn't had to, of course, but you feared that this was the reason he blocked all of your tries to seduce him.

"Mhmm, fuck! I'm so close" you heard him mumble breathlessly, his back arching. As he silently moaned your name along with the thrusts of his fingers, almost like a mantra, you were done for. Your eyes were glued to his shaking form, even more so on his slimy cunt that drooled slick all over, you licked your lips and couldn't help the quiet groan that formed in the back of your throat as you watched him.

"Oh- I'm gonna cum, gonna cum, yes- oh fuck!" he nearly screamed out, the hand that was toying with his clit coming up to cover his mouth. His other hand was trembling as it pumped away at his hole, that sweet delicious coil in his abdomen tightening just like the walls of his pussy around his fingers. Copias eyebrows were pinching up, eyes screwed shut and it seemed like he was holding his breath.

As he finally hit that release, his body convulsed, cunt gushing with arousal as he was riding his fingers through his orgasm, wailing into his hands. The sight was magnificent. Absolutely stunning, you had never seen something more beautiful than Copia losing himself to carnal pleasures. It was a shame this had been denied for you for so long.

Copia writhered in the aftershocks, panting, trying to catch his breath as he pulled his fingers from his hot cunt, hissing. He murmured some incoherent italian phrases, wiping his slick fingers clean on some napkins, still huffing, legs quivering.

Against your better judgement, you went inside. As Copia heard the door to his office close, he jumped, taking his legs from his desk in a flash before he even registered that it was you. Your eyes met and you swore you saw his heart break in his blown pupils, shame and embarrassment washing over his face.

"Copia..." you started, though he couldn't place your tone with the emotions that crossed through him, making his eyes water. Before you could say anything else, Copia quickly covered up and dressed himself in his sweatpants, striding over to you. He began desperately pushing you to the door, though not forcefully. He just couldn't handle it, didn't want to see your reaction, the disgust on your face. He could barely muster enough strength to not cry.

"Copia- wait. Wait, I am sorry" you tried to stutter out, hands on his shoulders to keep him from pushing you out the door. He sobbed out, the sound piercing through your chest. "Just go, please. Go away!" he cried out, hitting you in the chest with his palms like a small child that was throwing a tantrum. You kept holding him by his shoulders until he calmed down, letting his hands slide from your chest, sobbing. Exhausted, he let his head fall onto your shoulder, body quaking with violent sniffles. You gently shushed him, arms wrapping around him.

You didn't even know what to say in a situation like this, all you could come up with was "It's okay, you're okay. I love you, so much, nothing in the world could ever change that. I see you, Copia." you whispered into his ear, kissing his temple. Your words made him lift his head, lips trembling. No words were needed, it was like a mutual understanding that bound your two souls together, you both leaning in to kiss. Your noses squished from the urgency of the kiss, tounges sliding against the other with fierce hunger and blissful love that burned in both of your hearts.

"Let me show you just how much I love you" you mumbled against the soft curve of his lips, diving back into his mouth and holding him by his cheeks to guide the kiss. Copia moaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your neck, clinging to you desperately. While your lips joined in heated kisses, filled with longing and need, your hands snaked down to his thighs, tapping them with your fingers so he'd jump up against you. Without breaking the kiss, you carried him back to his desk, sliding him onto the smooth wood so you could stand between his legs. He spreaded them, out of instinct, needing you to have your way with him or he'd explode.

As if you two had done it a thousand times already, he lifted his weak arms over his head to make it easier for you to remove his shirt. You kissed his neck, littering the hot skin with wet patches of your lips, all the while you slipped your fingers under the waistband of his pants to pull them off.

Copia gasped as he felt your teeth nibbling at the soft flesh of his neck, blooming hickeys forming on his pale complexion. Your hands rubbed up and down his sides, inching lower to his hips. Though he had just climaxed, his clit started twitching to life again and you weren't even touching where he needed you the most. "Please.." he hiccuped, his blush spreading from his face down to his chest. Your kisses to his neck became urgend as he began to beg and as much as you would have loved to tease him, you just couldn't. Not today, you just wanted to see him unravel in the pleasure that you gave him.

You pulled his hips forward to the edge of the desk, holding him firm with one hand and letting your other slide through his folds. He was still so incredibly wet, it felt so hot and slimy against your fingers. Copia shuddered as your thumb rubbed his clit while your middle and ring finger circled his entrance.

Copias body twitched as you slid your fingers inside. It was so easy and swift, his hole already stretched and slick from his previous orgasm. Your fingers weren't necessarily bigger than his, yet it felt so different, so much better. "Oh please, yes" he sighed, his head falling onto your shoulder as he clinged to you, his nails digging into your back.

He felt your fingers so deep, as if they were made to fit inside him like that. You wriggled them around, scissoring them before pulling out and sliding right back in. The noises were so obscenely wet, it made you groan. His eyes were trained on were you were joined, watching how your fingers disappeared inside of him.

"Faster" he whined out, moaning highly with every pump of your fingers. You drilled them inside, making a waterpark out of his needy pussy. Copia whimpered at the pleasurable speed, your fingertips brushing his sweet spot, abusing it. "So fucking wet for me, wanna taste that drooling pussy" you growled, bending down to lick his nipples, pulling at them with your teeth. Copia was shaking so bad, the worry that someone might hear him moan this loud and come investigate was at the back of his mind, forgotten, while his whole body buzzed in pleasure.

You licked across the scars under his pecs, kissing around his nipples. You felt his nails scratching your back as a way to ground himself, though he began to lose the grip on himsef the harder you fingered him. You found spots inside him that he didn't know existed, spots that made his body burn with desire.

The coil in his stomach tightened again, sooner than he would have liked. But as you angled your fingers, there was another feeling alongside the pressure of his incoming climax. Something he had never felt before, it was like he needed to pee. Copia choked on a sob, it was dawning on him what was about to happen. "I think- I think I'm gonna- oh fuck!" that unfamiliar pressure was suddenly released. You pulled out your fingers as a huge squirt came out of him. Copia’s eyes rolled back into his head and his lips formed an ‘O’ shape. His face twitched with pleasure as he let out a loud moan. Tears began rolling down his cheek as he experienced the most intense pleasure of his life, his thighs shaking violently.

Your rubbed his clit with the palm of your hand, cheering as the liquid kept on gushing out. "Good boy, keep squirting for me, baby. Just like that" you groaned as his orgasm hit him mid-squirt, the walls of his cunt contracting and pushing out more liquid. His voice was loud as he moaned, spine arching, his hands clawing at you as his body shook. You slapped his wet cunt gently, the sound like rainboots jumping in a puddle after a rainy day.

You massaged his pussy slowly with your whole hand to get him through the aftershocks of his first ever squirt and his second orgasm.

Copias chest heaved, slumbing against your side. His thighs were trembling as you gently kept stroking him, not hard enough to overstimulate him.

"You did so well, my sweet darling boy." You smiled against his temple, kissing him there. He wasn't able to answer you, still trying to catch his breath from this mindbreaking experience. He had no idea how you managed to make him squirt like that. It was like you knew which buttons to press inside his body to make him beg for more.

You pulled your hand away from his soaked pussy and admired the streaks of slick and grool that conntected your fingers together. The slimy arousal glistened under the light of the office and you licked your lips before sucking your fingers clean, making a show out of it.

Copias breath hitched at the sight and he couldn't help the whine escaping his throat as he watched you, a smirk appearing on your lips.

Slipping from his side, you went down on your knees in front of the desk, spreading his legs with your hands. His clit was visibly throbbing again. You licked it, Copias thighs closing around your head in an instant, trembling. "No more, please, I can't take it, t-too much" he squealed, toes curling, though he was so desperate for more.

You chuckled against him, the vibrations making him shiver. "But I got to clean up that tasty boy cunt before we stop" you purred, diving back in, moaning at the taste of his perfect tight pussy. Your tounge slid between his sticky folds, slurping up his arousal amd sucking his big clit. You felt it pulse against your tounge as you circled it, making him moan in overstimulation. Yet he bucked his hips into your face, burying you in his pussy.

"Cazzo, please, I'm gonna cum again" his voice wavered, he was so sensitive already that he couldn't even take a few strokes of your tounge without getting close to the edge. "Cum in my mouth, beautiful" you groaned, the feeling of your tounge penetrating his hole sending him into a pleasurable frenzy, suffocating you between his thighs as he came.

The way you had treated him right now, with so much love and zero trace of disgust or remors, it made his heart swell with relief. You truely accepted him, making him feel warm inside. In this moment, he regreted that he hadn't told you about it. That, even though he loved and trusted you, he still was reluctant to share his secret in fear to be judged. But you were not like that. You just wanted him to feel good, to feel safe and seen. And you saw him. You saw him in his most vulnerable state and you had the ability to crush him to pieces, yet you wrapped him up in soft blankets like a delicate flower, swearing to protect him from all the hurtful things in the world. You loved him and he loved you, no lable would ever change that.