Papa Emeritus III x Reader [Short Story]

~"First Encounter" part.1 ♡

He was pure lust.

What he made me feel was pure lust.

His sensual melodious voice was reverberating in my ears, my mind totally fucked up by it.

I was completely spellbound by him.

When his lascivious gaze fell on me, I felt my body turn in a hot mess.

Was he really staring at me?

No, it was impossible. I wasn't the only one standing there, in front of the stage. There were thousands of people around me, and many other women, certainly more appealing than me.

He slowly walked right toward where I was standing.
His steps light and flexuous, almost feline.
As he mischievously approached, my mind went blank and my eyes widen at the realization; his gaze was clearly pointed at me.

Step by step, my body grew weaker and he became closer. His different-coloured eyes now even more visible.
Just his beauty could have made me faint, but I kept my feet solidly on the ground and my eyes boldly fixed in his.

As he reached me, he sinuously knelt down and took my hand. A heartbreaking action that made me jelly.
His green eye was glowing due to the white lights of the stage, so vivid and bright in comparison to his white one, as deadly looking as ever.

He held my hand in a tight grip while singing his last lyrics before the instrumental part of the song.
His eyes never left mine till the last word, when he gallantly moved his head closer and whispered in my ear, brushing his lips on my boiling skin.

"Come visit me backstage, my dear. I will be impatiently waiting for you."

Those words made me think I was dreaming, that all of this was a stupid reality-like dreaming, caused by my most craved desires.

For all the rest of the show, all I could think of were those whispered words and the sexual arousal he left me with just by brushing his skin on mine.

As the Ghouls played the conclusive notes of the final song, Papa threw me one last look, before disappearing behind the stage.
I was thrilled to reach him and let that amusing gaze set on me, once again.

Before I could have been drowned in the crowd, I sneaked out of it and cautiously vanished behind the black curtains that separated the stage from the backstage.

There were many people there, running from side to side, or eating, laughing, some other already disassembling stuff from the scene.
I was confused. There was no sight of the Ghouls nor of the Papa himself. Could he have just fooled me? Was it all a joke? Was he playing with me?

The chaos on the outside was the same I actually had on the inside too. I didn't know how to feel.
What if I even had imagined what he said? If not, he would have been impatiently waiting for me, somewhere here in the backstage. Wouldn't he?

I felt tears welling in my eyes but I tried to repress them at all costs. I didn't want to cry there, in front of everyone, even though no one was paying attention to me.

I frantically looked around one last time, but with no results, so I turned on my heels and started walking back. I would have searched for a bath and closed me in to sob and cry in hope to calm myself.
It was a dream and it would always be one.

A familiar gloved hand tightened around mine, making me stop and turn around.

There he was, Papa, in all his glory. Looking as fine as ever and as real as ever. So close to me. And with his hand holding mine.

-Have I made you wait too much, dear?- his lips gently pecked the back of my hand -I must apologise for my behaviour. A beautiful lady should never be left waiting..- he murmured sweetly, his eyes cautiously peering at my face. -..or crying because of a man's actions.-

His free hand reached my right cheek and caressed it gently, then it slowly slid under my chin, cupping it and making my face move closer to him. His thumb brushing lightly my lips.

-Yet I must say, your wet eyes make your gracious facial features stand out.-

-I..I'm sorry for looking like a crybaby in front of you Papa. I.. I just couldn't see you anywhere and I thought I would have not been able to at least ask you for a hug.- I shyly murmured, biting my bottom lip at the end.

I saw a glint in his eyes and he rested both his hands on my shoulders.
-A hug it's the least you could ask me for, my dear. Come here.- as he sweetly whispered that, his hands slipped on my hips and he gently but tightly embraced me fully with his arms. His body so close to mine I could feel his warmth through my clothes.

-Please, do not ever apologise for showing your purest feelings..- he whispered again right near my ear -..and, remember my dear, I always mean what I say.-

I selfishly squeezed myself in his arms a little more, wanting to fully taste that amazing sensation and making that special moment lasting.

-I could melt at any moment now.- he jokingly exclaimed, making me chuckle and relax, ending the embrace.

-Thank you very much Papa. This was the best minute ever of my life.- I said, happily smiling.

-Thank you for gracing me with such sweetness and..- his eyes rested a bit longer on my mouth - outstanding beauty.-

-Ohh, I don't deserve such compliments, Papa. I'm not beautif-
He instantly shushed me by laying his finger on my mouth.

-Don't ever say that. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid my eyes on. Believe me, my dear.-

His tone so serious and charming made me unable to talk back, and I obediently nodded my head.

-Now please, if you may follow me... Let's leave this chaotic place for a quieter one in which we can talk calmly and ..undisturbed.-

He gallantly outstretched his gloved hand and I instantly took it, without saying a word.

I would have followed him everywhere, even right through the flames of Hell, with no turning backs.
He smirked at my condescending behaviour and squeezed my hand before starting walking.