The Final Test

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Copia nervously fiddled with his fingers as he stood in front of the sister's office. She had called him forth for one final test of his capabilities to prove his worth of the papacy. With an anxious breath, he adjusted his biretta and knocked on the oak door. "Sister? I am here as you requested," he said before entering.

The sister looked over the grounds from her window before shutting the curtain. "Cardinal, as you are aware, we need a successor to the Emeritus line with all of the capabilities that they had. I've seen almost everything and you're almost there. The lewdness on stage does say something about it but I need to know that you can keep up with the past. This is your final test. If you cannot please me, you have no hope of surpassing the Emeritus line."

The Cardinal visibly cringed at the thought of having to sleep with Imperator. He looked away from the older woman to his feet, not at all into the idea. He looked back up to her to find that she had morphed into a younger version of herself. "Sister, I do not understand why I must do this, nor why you'd allow me to do such things to you. But if I must, I shall."

He bowed his head in respect before stepping forward for their bodies to meet. He hesitantly placed his leather clad hands on her hips, pulling her towards him. He wasn't quite sure how to begin with her, his fear of her giving him performance anxiety. With a low grunt, he picked her up and set her on the edge of her desk. He leaned her back onto her hands and knelt in front of her, moving her skirt out of the way to find she wasn't wearing anything but her pantyhose. He grit his teeth knowing he'd never be able to forget that fact about her. He glanced up at the young sister before tearing a hole in her pantyhose to give himself access, praying to Satan he wouldn't be flogged later for this.

His curiosity got the better of him, looking at her core. He quite expected Imperator to have teeth or some other monstrous quality down there. She looked down at him expectantly, waiting for him to do something other than stare. He shut his eyes tightly and pressed his tongue against her core, lapping at her clit. His middle finger found its way inside of her, curling upward. He wanted this to be over as quickly as he possibly could but he knew he had to take his time.

He flicked his tongue once again while adding another finger, making her moan. "Yes, Copia, yes," she purred while tangling her fingers into his hair. Her legs wrapped around his head pushing him closer, the tips of his mustache tickling her thighs. His fingers dipped further into her, thrusting gently making her juices drip onto the desk.

He pulled away to stand up, his anxiety finally leaving him enough to give him a prominent bulge. With a satisfied sigh, he removed the constricting fabric just enough to release his length. He pulled Imperator back to the edge of the desk, aligning himself with her heat before slowly pressing into her. He leaned he back just enough to slip a hand between them, his thumb finding he clit as he started thrusting into her.

"Oh Satan, yes," Imperator panted, clenching her fists. She already was feeling that familiar knot in her core, ready for release. She leaned back further, arching her hips up to get the angle she needed to finish. A few more thrusts sent her over the edge. "Yes! Copia!"

Feeling her tighten around his cock, sent him over the edge, releasing his seed deep inside of her. He panted, slowing his thrusts to a halt. They stayed still for a few moments to catch their breath before pulling away from each other. "Did I pass?"

"Congratulations, Copia. You passed the final test. You are going to be the next papa," she said, hopping off the desk. "Now leave me be." With a curt nod and a final snap of his buttons, he left without another word, happy with the results.

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