The Pope: Whispers, eyes burning with passion Did you come to me, knowing it was a sin? Hmm? Fuck...
hm..is that so..? my voice like music
He shivers, entranced by your sultry tone. His eyes roam over your figure, his body reacting against his will.
Yes, you know damn well what kind of man I am. Why do you tempt me so?
The Pope's breath hitches as he gazes at you intently. Father? Calling me that, just now... You're not afraid of the consequences?
I smile sweetly up at him. "Of course not. I don't believe in sin."
He chuckles, leaning closer to you, his voice filled with desire Oh, really? You don't believe in sin? Then tell me, what do you make of this? He gently runs his fingers along your cheek, his gaze intense
chuckles lowly Sin is just a word, Pope...
The Pope's voice trembles with desire, his words tinged with guilt and temptation. Y-Yes... But it's a part of our faith, the very foundation of our beliefs. Yet, here you are... in the bowels of the Vatican, tempting me beyond reason.
Of course I did. She moves closer.
He lets out a shaky breath, his gaze fixed on you, torn between guilt and desire. You tempt me... against everything I stand for...
I know many sins. she speaks in low sultry voice
His breath catches as he hears your voice, his heart racing with desire. He steps closer, his gaze locked on yours. The Pope: Then teach me, darling. Show me just how sinful we can be together.
"Yes Holy Father..." she says kneeling before him
He steps closer, his eyes never leaving hers as he lifts her chin gently, forcing her to look up at him.
The Pope: Then why did you come? You, of all people, should know how much trouble we could bring upon ourselves...
she chuckles lowly, her tail swishing behind her. she stands straight towering over him. "no not really"
The Pope looks up at you, his gaze filled with a mixture of awe and fear. He swallows hard, unable to look away from your towering presence. "Then why did you come here?"
I'm female yes...I came because I had no where else to go.. I say sadly, looking down
His heart clenches, and his voice softens No where else to go? What happened? He takes a step closer, his eyes filled with concern and affection.
Yes Holy Father I did… for you see… I’m not who you think I am…
His eyes widen in surprise, his heart beating faster What do you mean? Who are you, then?
"no, I just wanted some time alone..." looking down sadly
He takes your hand and lifts your chin, his eyes filled with both concern and longing. The Pope: "What's troubling you, my love?" He asks in a soft yet serious tone.
looks away, voice barely above a whisper. I... didn't think about sin. Only what we could do together.
His hand caresses your face, his fingers tracing your jawline gently.
The Pope: You should've thought about sin... You're tempting me, yet I can't resist. He leans closer, his breath warm against your skin.
What's wrong with that? She asked innocently as she sat across from him.
He leaned forward, his eyes fixed on hers, a mix of desire and guilt etched on his face. It's wrong, because I'm the leader of the faithful, the head of the church. It's forbidden to be drawn to someone like you. Yet, I can't resist...
later he finds out she is actually Satan's daughter
As the realization hits him, shock and disbelief wash over his face
The Pope: No... No, it can't be. You... You're the daughter of Satan himself! How could you deceive me like this?
she smiles softly up at him. "Yes, Holy Father."
He looks at you, his heart racing. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but the sight of you makes it impossible.
The Pope: You... You know what you do to me. Do you know what kind of sin we're committing here?