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Leaning back against the tub. Ash gently touched their bruised lips with gentle, newly pruned fingers. Willing their heart to calm. They rose from the cooled water, allowing water to run down their body, as they climbed out and walked over to their clothes. Casting a quick Prestidigitation to dry themselves. Ash paused. On top of their clothes, nearly rolled up was an aged scroll. A small note attached to the scroll.
Ash carefully picked up the note. "Do so as you wish.The words were written in an elegant script, blood red ink glittered from the paper in the candle light. Confusion pulled at their lips, as Ash reached for the scroll. They unrolled it. Nearly dropping it once they saw the contents. Here was the deal they made all those years ago. Raphael had somehow gotten ahold of it, and gave it to them. Ash gently placed the scroll down. They had a choice. Destroy it. Or keep it. Looking over the paper, they pulled their clothes back over their dry body. Their thoughts swirled, pondering their choice.
On the one hand they could ignore the offer. Play ignorant as to how they got the paperwork in the first place and hoped eather their patron never noticed the missing contract... or they would chalk it up to a meddling devil trying to make a power move. On the other hand, Ash remembered the familiar bite of the blade in their palm. If that was his response to them ignoring a request. Even after they had explained how important their actions had been. Ash dreaded to think of what was to come if their patron ever did find out. Ash closed their eyes. Listening to the steady crackle of the fire, of the muffled laughter of the patrons in the bar. They rolled the scroll up tight and took a deep breath. They would go hear Raphael out, listen to his offer. Only then would they decide on their choice. With a determined nod. Ash gathered the rest of their things, leaving to go meet the devil in the Brothel.
Ash headed to their room, gathering a few supplies they might need to visit the Brothel. They carefully put the scroll that housed their contact in the bag, before slinging it over their shoulder. They rushed out of their room, bumping into Karlach and Wyll in the hallway.
"Easy there soldier, what's the rush, you got a lead on something?" Kalrach held Ash, stopping the smaller Tiefling from falling over.
"I do. I'm going to go meet them." Ash paused, mentally kicking themselves for talking too much.
"Them?" Wyll shot Ash a confused look. "Shouldn’t we tag along, in case this meeting turns for the worst.
"Ah well, I think I should be fine." They shifted slightly on their feet. Karlach frowned and looked over the tiefling with worry.
"Ash I have been around you enough to know something up. " Karlach crossed her arms over their chest. "I'm not letting you pass till you tell us what's going on." She moved, blocking the hallway with her body.
Ash let out a soft curse and ran a hand over their face. "Fine," They sighed. "But we should get the others, It would be easier to tell you all at once." With a reassuring nod from Wyll, Karlach led the group to find the others.
The other party members had gathered in a small private living quarters that was attached to each of their rooms. Ash fidgeted with the strap of their bag as they felt the number of eyes watching. "Right. so There have been some... interesting events that have happened." Karlach gave Ash a thumbs up, in her own way reassuring the nervous Tiefling to carry on. Ash nodded, stealing themselves to continue. They pulled the sleeve of their left hand down, the fabric bunched around their forearm. Ash turned the palm to the group. Getting a few confused looks.
"It's gone."Shadowheart's brows furrowed with confusion. Leaning forward they ran a finger over where the jagged infernal scar was. "That's impossible, it was here a few days ago. I healed it myself." She glared at Ash and let go of their hand. "What is the meaning of this?"
Ash pulled their hand away from Shadowheart, setting to pull the weathered scroll out of their bag. They gently placed it on the table and opened it. The bright light of the infernal lettering shone upon their face.
"Bloody hells. That's a devil's contract." Wyll jumped from his feet, his eyes jumping from the contract to the Tiefling holding it open. "Where did you get that?" Wyll demanded.
"I was gifted it. By a devil who has poked his nose in on more than one occasion." Ash let the scroll rolled shut. "It's mine." They watched Wylls eyes widen.
"How the fuck did the smarmy git do that!" Karlach spluttered. Ash gave a small shrug and picked up the paper from the table.
"No Idea, all I know is apparently he's got rooms in Sharess" Caress, and has invited me to talk about a proposition." Ash tapped the contract against their palm gently. "I agreed to go. To hear what he has to say. If it's a better deal. Then, I'll take it. If not." They held up the contract. "I still have this."
Karlach's eyes narrowed as little puffs of fire burst from the valves in their skin. "I don't like this. I'm not sending you into a lion's den alone again." They banged their hands on the table. "I'm going with you."
Ash shook their heads slowly. "I don't want him to have the opportunity to use any of you as collateral. I'll go on my own. Won't be the first time I have bargained with a devil." The side of their lip quirked slightly.
"You were a bloody child when you signed your last deal." Karlach practically glowed with the building rage.
"And I am an adult now. "Ash cut of Karlach's rant. Their gaze locked to the raging Teiflings face. "I am more wise to the trickery of Devils. If I did not think I could work with this. I would not have agreed."Ash let out a sigh as Karlach'a rage burnt out. She stormed over and pulled the smaller Tiefling close to them. Her thick arms held them tight. As the heat of their infernal engine washed over them.
"I worry about you soldier." She muttered. Ash placed a reassuring hand on her back and patted it gently.
"I know, if i'm not back in three hours. You can hunt him down and kill him." Ash teased, earning a hearty chuckle from the hellion. She pulled back and patted Ash on the arm.
"I'll do more than kill the bastard. I'll skin the prick. " Karlach huffed. "But agreed. Three hours and we'll come grab you, if we hear nothing." Ash gave the group a reassuring smile. Before gathering their things and heading out.
The sun had dropped below the houses, as Ash made their way through the busy streets. Their booted feet lead them to the familiar path of Sharess" Caress. As the Tieflng entered the brothel the heady smell of alcohol and rich perfume washed over them. The ground floor of the brothel was busy. Customers of all creeds milled around, enjoying the pleasures and atmosphere provided. Ash made their way over to the bar. Ordering a shot of whiskey. Hoping the liquid courage would help.
"Well well, it's our favorite warlock." The cheery voice called from the seat next to them. Ash turned to see a well dressed dwarf perched on the stool. Their dark locks pooled over her shoulder and down their back. She winked at ash over the rim of her drink. "Must say I am pretty shocked you turned up." They cast a quick gaze around. "And on your own as well... You lost me a lot of soul coins." She downed the drink in one gulp. Shuddering as a slight tingle passed over her. "Very brave."
Ash downed their own drink. "I don't believe we have met." Ash put the shot glass down on the table.
"Oh I work for a mutual devil." She grinned. "He's in his room upstairs. "The devil's lair." She said with a mocking flourish. "You should pop up, he's waiting." She shot Ash a wink, before turning to order another drink. Ash felt their cheeks burn. They moved to head towards the stairs, hoping that moving quickly would hide the growing blush from anyone they passed. They nearly tripped on the top step. Their nerves got the better of them as they headed towards the door. Ash paused as they reached the dark wooden doors. An ornate, well polished , gold sign hangs next to the door frame. Ash took a deep breath before reaching a hand towards the door knob. Said door suddenly burst open. The room's owner swung the doors wide.
Raphael stepped slightly away from the door, throwing them open with a flourish. His normal attire of a fine tailored suit, replaced with a flowing black shirt and tight pants, that tucked into tall finely polished boots. He took in the sight of the short Tiefling in the doorway, a smug grin grew on his face. "So nice of you to join me... and alone too." He purred, gesturing to Ash to come inside. "But please, do come in."
Ash looked around the room as they entered. The large room, like the dining room in the House of Hope, was lushly decorated in matching decor. A large bed sat at the far end of the room. Covered in fine red and black sheets. Thick dark wood poles attached to the bed frame at each corner. A plush looking chaise lounge was angled to face towards the bed. A large table sat in the middle. An ornate crystal bowl full of various fruits sat in the middle of the table.
Ash paused and turned to face the Devil. "Did you ask for the room to be decorated like the House of Hope.. or was that a coincidence?"
Their comment earned a dry laugh from the devil as he shut the heavy doors with a wave of his hand. " Oh I did have my.. specifications when I first took up residence here." He wandered over to them, stopping at an arm's reach from the warlock. "But I do earn my keep. More than enough for the owner to comply with any of my demands." He motioned towards the table. "But we came here to talk business. And I always handle business first before discussing pleasure." He chuckled as Ash sat in one of the plush chairs at the table. Their cheeks started to sting slightly from how hot they were growing.
"We have a little deal to iron out. Tell me, little mouse, have you made your choice?" He tapped a long finger on the surface of the table.
"I have some questions before I make my choice." Ash watched the devil tilt their head at them. " I want to make sure I'm not entering into a worse deal than I started with."
"But of course." Raphael placed a hand on his chest. "And I shall strive to answer any and all queries. I am an honest devil in this regard. " Ash gave a sharp laugh at his comment.
"You stealing this contract is not going to come back to haunt me?" Ash pulled out said contract and sat it on the table in front of them. "I don't want to go through with this only to have him, once again take his anger out on me."
Raphael poured himself a drink, the deep wine filled the ornate crystal glass in front of him. "My Dear, as far as your patron knows. Someone creeped into the depths of his archives- and stole it while he was preoccupied." He swirled the wine, letting it breathe. "There is nothing that connects the two of us to the crime. That you can be assured. " He raised the glass in toast, before taking a sip.
Ash relaxed slightly into the chair. "So what is your offer?"
Raphael put the glass down and leaned closer. "My deal is simple. Once you burn that contract, all your infernal blessed gifts will burn from you. Leaving you defenceless to the cult you must fight. But this contract leaves you vulnerable. Vulnerable to be a puppet at Mephistopheles" whim. Who knows when he may once more take control. " He watched the colour drain from Ash's face. "But once again, I come offering salvation to your woes. If you turn the contract to ash, I shall offer my own bounty of powers. To assist you, in your campaign against the absolute." He waved a hand with a flourish. " But in return I demand payment. Access to your body shall do. " He grinned as Ash prickled at his demands.
"You want me to swap one puppet master for another." Ash "s eyes narrowed at his grinning face. "You mistake me for a fool. "
He held up a hand to silence the warlock. "I find no enjoyment in playing with puppets. Ventriloquism is an awful bore -No. I demand complete access to you. You shall come l when I call. "
Ash rose to their feet. "I can't just have you pop me about with no warning. What if I'm in a fight? I'm not going to put my friends in danger, just to pop off and answer your bloody call. " They watched the devil wave a hand dismissively.
"Very well." He sighed ."I shall only call upon you, should you, and your companions, not be in mortal peril." He snapped his fingers and a infernal contract spawned in a puff of fire. A black feathered quill darted across his parchment, no doubt making amendments. "There is more to this deal. An agreement that I feel you shall find beneficial, but first." He snapped his fingers sharpley once more. "There, no unwanted eyes to cloud your thoughts." For the first time in a long while, the constant commentary and nagging from the Emperor vanished. As if a wall had been put up between their connections. "The only voice I want you focused on-is mine." his voice turned into a deep purr, sending a slight shiver down Ash's spine.
"My other part of this- tantalising offer. Deep in that wondrous little trinket of yours, a Githyanki prince slumbers. Chains bind him, keeping him and his powers under the tentacled grasp of this Emperor. He twists this power, wielding it to grant you and your companions false hope. So you may deliver the elder brain into his hands. But- there is a way to free the sleeping prince. In one of my past explorations into the depths of Mephistopheles" volts, I stumbled on a curious thing. An Orphic hammer. Its strike can sunder any chains. Rending any captive free. I am willing to depart with such a treasure- for a price." Ash slowly sat back in their chair. Their full attention on the devil in front of them. " I, being the most generous devil I am. "He continued. " Am willing to offer said hammer to you now. In exchange, once you have defeated this elder brain that threatens us all, and free Ophreus from his cage. You will give the crown of Karsus to me. "
Ash grew sill. Gale had mentioned the Crown before. An ancient and powerful artefact that in the wrong hands could be disastrous. "What would you need an old relic for?" they asked, watching a sly smile spread slowly over his face. His eyes twinkled with mischief.
"Oh but that is for me to worry about. For now let's say, I shall use the crown to bring... order to the hells." He stood, snatching the parchment away from the quill as he did. "Do we have a deal?" He held out the contract for the tiefling to take. "Take your time to read it over."
Ash took the contract from his grip. Looking over it the words on the surface looked simple enough. There were no obvious loopholes he could exploit. So Ash mulled it over for a little while. Thinking of any avenue they could that the devil could trap them with. Confident they could work with the wording. Ash signed the paper. Their neat scowl is a stark contrast to the jagged infernal text. The scroll vanished in a crackle of fire. Leaving a small wisp of smoke in its wake. A smug look made its home on Raphael's face, as he picked up the contract and held it out towards Ash.
"You must do the honours, my dear." Ash nodded. They reached out a hand, at their touch the parchment burst in flame. Pale ash piled on the floor. The only remains of their contract.
A sharp clap sounded, as Raphael rubbed his hands together. "Well with business dealt with.. shall we move on to discuss-something far more pleasurable." Ash only just noticed the devil was closer now. His fingers curled around the back of the chairs frame. Leaning close, his hot breath fanned over their neck. " We are in a brothel-after all. " Ash bolted from the seat, earning a chuckle from the devil, as he followed their retreat.
"I should get back. If i'm not back in three hours. Kalrach will burn the place down. " Ash's back hit the edge of the table, his arms entrapping the Tiefling in place. Boxing them in with his body.
"Don't worry little pet" He clicked his fingers and a small hourglass appeared on the table next to them. Red sand trickled at a steady pace as time passed. "You shall be back before too long. " He captured Ash's chin with two fingers, before leaning in, stealing their lips with a hungry kiss. Raphael was burning with hunger, his lips scorched Ash's as he fed off them. His hand moving from the table top, to once again take hold of their neck. Ash let out a breathy moan. The noise fueled the hunger coursing through both of them. As the Devil began to manoeuvre them both towards the bed. Using the hand on their throat to lead them across the room.
Ash felt the edge of the bed hit against their legs, as Raphael pushed them down onto the soft sheets. The silk sheats slid under Ash as they sat looking up at the devil. They watched him step away with confusion, as he moved to take a seat in the chaise lounge close to the bed. The warlock let out a shocked gasp as a pair of hands reached out from the silk sheets. The silk rippled like a pool of water around the protruding hands, as a perfect copy of Raphael pulled its way, to sit next to Ash. His red hands ran over her clothed thigh. Sharp nails bit into their skin , as they looked over to the devil on the lounge. Raphael had dropped his human form, his wings gave a gentle flap as he arranged himself to get more comfortable.
"This here, my pet, is Haarlep. My very own Succubus." Haarleap moved kneeling at the edge of the bed. His grip was strong on their hips, as he pulled them to join him at the edge of the bed. His hands slid down to their thighs, before spreading them, only for him to settle himself between them. From behind him, they saw Raphael smirk. His eyes roamed over the two of them. His eyes dark with lust. " Every inch of him-a perfect glamour of myself."
Haarlep reached for the ties that closed Ash's pants, skilled fingers untied them before they could stop him. The succubus bit a kiss into the Tieflings hip, as he slowly pulled the material off their legs. Their boots had magically vanished. Ash could only watch as the copy of the devil bit more kisses down their thigh, opening their thighs wider, he stopped before he reached their core. His sharp nail brushed the outside of their underclothes, the thin material the only barrier between them. Ash arched their back with a moan, as his fingers moved with fervent strokes. His touch fed the heat building between their legs, but keeping outside the smallclothes. "Now, now Haarlep." Raphael sifted on the lounge, his hand coming to rest on the growing bulge in the crotch of his pants. "We don't have all night, perhaps next time I shall let you play. " Harleap's eyes twinkled at the promise, before he lunged, burying his face into Ash's centre.
"Oh Fuck! " Ash gasped, their breath catching in their throat as their hips fed off their centre. Ash had a few past lovers, they were no blushing virgin. But the succubus between their legs ate them like a man starved. He had thrown their legs over his shoulders. Their hands pinned Ash's writhing hips to the bed. They bucked their hips as much as they could in his grip, riding the wave of pleasure that flooded them. Their hands gripped the silk sheats, blindly trying to keep themselves grounded. His tongue swirled around their clit, two of his elegant fingers swiftly entered them. They moaned at the stretch, feeling his fingers hitting that sweet spot deep inside. Ash grew close to the edge of the precipice. Their breath came out in sharp pants, as their eyes fluttered shut. As quick as the onslaught started, The succubus pulled away from the inciting heat of her centre. Causing Ash to let out a soft whimper. He leaned back on his knees, Cleaning their taste from his fingers with a long forked tongue.
Their eyes hazily looked to the devil across from them. Raphael lazily glided his hand up and down his thick shaft, now free from the confines of his pants. His heated gaze fixed on the writhing Tiefing on his bed. Ash tried to pull themself on their arms.
"Oh my pet, if you wish to find your release- you must beg for it." He brushed his thumb over the tip of his cock. Smearing a small bead of pre-cum over its head. "I want to hear that sweet voice shout my name, let all know who owns you." Ash felt the Succubus's hands creeping up their body. Quickly he pulled the shirt over their head. The Warlock watched as his hands closed around their small breasts, the lazy brush of his tongue over their nipple caused their breath to hitch. The sharp teeth of the succubus nipped the swollen nipple, as he brought it into his mouth. Sucking on it hard. His free hand slipped back down to their core, delving back and bringing Ash close to the edge again, skilled fingers played them like a well tuned instrument. Pulling any moan they tried to hide from their bruised lips.
Ash writhed in pleasure, being brought to the edge once again, only for the succubus to pull away as soon as they grew too close. Causing Ash to grit their teeth in frustration. "Please" They finally gasped. "Please I.. I can't take it anymore."
The devil gestured towards Haarlep. The Succubus lifted the shaking warlock from the bed. Carrying Ash's quivering body, and manoeuvring them to sit on Raphael's lap. Their legs stretched over his muscular thighs. His tip of his thick member brushed against their belly button.
"Please what pet?" His hands gripped their hips, the bite of his nails in their skin earned a moan from Ash.
"Please. Please just fuck me" Ash begged, closing their eyes so they did not have to see Raphael grin triumphantly.
"See it was not that hard-was it." He teased, rubbing the tip of his cock against their clit. " But you can do better than that."
Ash whimpered, overstimulated and burning with lust. They almost did not notice Haarleap lean to whisper in their ear. He pulled back, as Ash squirmed in Raphael's lap, the succubus taking too toying with their nipples once more.
"Please...master, fuck me. " Ash begged, following the succubus's whispered advice. The grip on their hips tightened, as Raphael thrust himself fully into their wet heat. With one harsh snap of his hips his rigid cock speared deep inside Ash. They threw their heads back as they moaned loudly. Missing how Raphael's eyes turned fully black. His pace was brutal, sharp thrusts pushed himself deeper, carving himself deep inside the molten heat of the their core. Ash rocked their hips, trying to meet his frenzied thrusts with their own. Their release hit them hard. The small Tiefling fell forward against Raphael's broad chest, as they felt the swell of his release follow close behind their own. Closing their eyes, Ash rode the waves of release that rocked through them.
After a brief pause, Ash felt themselves lifted from Raphael's lap, giving a quiet moan at the loss of the fullness. Before they were lead back on the bed. The silk sheats clung to their sticky skin, as Haarlep positioned the exhausted Tiefling. He pressed Ash's knees up to their chest as he roughly entered them. Raphael has been right about them being a mirror image, each ridge of the succubus's cock was a perfect mirror of his masters. His hips snapped against Ash's, causing the room to be filled with the slap of their bodies meeting. The bloody creature brought Ash dangerously close to release twice more, only too slow to a painful pace. To edge them. Ash felt tears gently roll down their cheeks as the succubus finally relented and granted them release. His seed spilled, hot over their lower stomach, and he crook of their thighs. Ash leaned into the last wave, the room darkening as they screamed with pleasure.
When they awoke, every part of Ash ached, in delicious pain. With a groan they looked around the room. The Succubus was gone, leaving only the Devil and the Warlock in the room. At some point Raphael must have moved, his now naked form lay sprawled on the bed, Ash lay draped over him, the silk blanket resting low on their hips. His lazy hand traced the faint scars on their back. "As much as I would love nothing more than whisking you away to my luxurious rooms in the house of Hope. I dare not risk our dear Karlach's wrath." Raphael's voice rose Ash from their haze. They nodded, rising and starting to gather their clothing. A quick prestidigitation would have to do, the sticky feeling covering their legs still left behind, a reminder of the night's torment.
Raphael rose from the bed, not bothering to hide his nakedness as he crossed the room. He took Ash's chin in his hand, forcing the now clothed Tiefling to look at him. "Remember who you belong." He said with a smirk, eyeing the numerous bite marks that dotted their neck. Ash grew flushed, trying to cover the marks with their shirt collar. "I do hope we meet again soon." He dropped his hand allowing the Ash to leave.
Ash closed the door behind them a little harder than they meant to. Their legs still trembled from the after shock. Taking a breath, they turned to head down stairs. Ash made their way back towards the Elfsong tavern.
A wave of heat hit Ash, as they stumbled from the portal and into the large entrance hall of the House of Hope. It had not been hard pickpocketing the shop owner, and stealing the items needed for the ritual. What had been hard was convincing their companions that One person sneaking into a devil's house would be less noticed than all of them sneaking in. The plan was simple. Break in and make amendments to the contract they had signed, so they would not need to hand over the Crown of Karsus to the devil. The large entrance room the Tiefling stood in was impressive. The architecture was similar to the last time they were here. Carved faces of imps glared at them from the corners of the room, and peeked from the tops of polished marble pillars. The sharp edges and large archways were unlike anything they had seen before. This style must be hellish in origin they thought to themselves. Their gaze was drawn to an ornate wooden door that faced them, golden handles shined in the fire light. With quick steps, Ash crossed the polished marble floor.
As they tried to open the door a gust of warmth brushed against their side. Turning, Ash saw a glowing dwarf. Her auburn hair and eyes glowed with the infernal fires that fueled this realm. " You should not be here.. But you are." her eyes darted around the room, as if trying to spot something that the warlock could not see. "You need to be quick, quiet as a mouse. Or you’ll alert the cat. I can help." Her wide eyes darted back to Ash.
"Any help will be most accepted." They could not help but feel sorry for the dwarf. Her whole demeanour reeked of madness. The master of the house had clearly taken offence by something this poor woman did. With a soft click of their fingers, Ash’s clothes were changed. Gone were the dark sleeveless robes, and the dark undershirt that covered their arms and neck. In their stead were short pants that were torn at the shin. A warn long sleeve shirt wrapped around their torso, the plunging v of the shirt dipped low on their chest. Bear feet were greeted by the biting cold of the stone beneath their feet.
"This should help. Help you blend in, move like a shadow." The dwarf rubbed their hands nervously, before vanishing with a pop of sparks. With a gentle push, Ash cracked the door open.
The hallway carried on the show of opulence that Raphael was known for. The walls were covered in deep red wallpaper, golden patterns shifted in the light that danced from large chandeliers that hung from the ceiling. A matching red carpet ran along the length of the hall, its plush material soft beneath the Tieflings bare feet. As they walked along the hall, the haunted figures of those who must have also made deals with the devil wandered past. Ash paused in front of a large archway. It was the glittering surface that made up the doorway that drew the Tieflings attention. A curtain of the Weave rippled against the heat that permeated the halls. Giving teasing glimpses as to what lay beyond. Ash placed a small hand to the surface only to have the words "Not without permission." Whisper through their mind. Shaking the residue of the weave of their hand, Ash continued towards the Archives.
The doors to the Archives were pushed open, as a handful of debtors wandered the hall. The Archivist flitted about, muttering to himself as he went. Getting the information out of the stressed man was easy. A quick push into his whirling mind confirmed his fear for a certain Verillius Receptor.. Zariel's inquisitor. Ash grinned to themselves as their silver tongue easily convinced the man that they were in fact the Inquisitor he dreaded. With hurried platitudes the man offered the small Tiefling a scroll, his stuttering voice explaining that this would grant them entrance to the boudoir, where Raphael conducted his private meetings. So Ash found themselves back outside the Weave protected door. Touching their hand to the liquid magic barrier, they found it parted , the barrier brushing against them as they pushed through.
If what Ash had seen so far was opulent, then the Boudoir was that the Tiefling had only read about in stories of far ancient dragons and their hordes. A large clear water pool was the first thing to greet them, soft wisps of steam drifted from the pool, mingling with the heady incense that hung in the air. The heavy scents wrapped around Ash and ticked the back of their throat when they breathed. Causing their eyes to water slightly. Lush thick carpets lead the way over to a large fireplace. A roaring fire crackled, with no fuel to feed it. The magical flame filled the room with a warm glow. The walls were covered in risque paintings, a large portrait of the owner in his devil form, hung on the wall before the raised platform that housed the bed. The large expanse of a bed was covered in blood red silken sheats. Plush pillows were tossed haphazardly against the headboard.
A Warm hand brushed down the distracted Tieflings arm, causing them to jump and spin around. Only to be greeted by the room behind them. The hands trailed over their hips, resting on their waist, stopping the warlock from turning again.
"You are a very naughty little pet." A voice purred in Ash’s ear. Hot breath fanning over their cheek and causing a shiver to run through them. "Sneaking through the house while the cat's away." A large and familiar red hand spanned their lower abdomen. Long sharp claws scraped across the material of their shirt. "Whatever should I do with you, hmm?"
"Let me go and pretend this didn’t happen?" A deep laugh crackled from behind them. The clawed hand on their hip tightened, the claw like nails biting into their flesh.
"Oh- but where’s the fun in that." Ash was spun slowly, turning to face the glamoured form of Haarlep. The Incubus wore Raphael's form like a second skin. Polished dark leather harness was drawn tight across his bare red chest. His eyes shone with a mixture of lust and mischief. Leading Ash to feel their stomach drop in dread.
"You are a brave little Thief. Breaking in to no doubt steal something important." He leaned close, nuzzling into the blue grey skin of Ash’s cheek. "He would be furious if he found out. When he does, he will punish you." His laugh brushed against their skin. "And I would get to watch."
"I’m not here to steal anything." They were cut off by another harsh laugh from the Incubus.
"Liar." His eyes flared at the Tiefling. "I can smell your lies on you. Little Thief. I should punish you for your lying tongue." With a click of his long fingers, Ash found themselves lying on their side among the soft silks of the bed. Intricate thick red ropes secured their arms, crossed behind their back. Their Legs were bound as well, forcing the Tiefling into a knelt posture. The rope twisted across their chest, wrapping around their small breasts with a biting kiss. Ash struggled to get free of their bindings. Only to roll face first into the soft bedding.
"My my you should see yourself Little Thief-you truly are a sight." His hand brushed along the back of Ash’s bound thighs. The sting of his slap on their ass startled the warlock, drawing a startled gasp from their lips. " All wrapped up like a gift." The second slap filled the room, to be followed by the Incubus kneading the soft flesh with a large hand. Ash bit their lip trying their best to swallow any moans that would escape. In this position they were forced open to receive the Incubus's touch. Their feet kicked the air, with as much movement as the bounds allowed. It was then the Teifling noticed their tail had been included, joining their arms in the snug binds behind their back.
Haarlep’s hand creeped closer to Ash’s covered core. Pressing two fingers against their cloth covered centre the Incubus tutted. " Little Thief your punishment will only be worse if you don’t let me hear those delectable moans." Ash buried their face deeper into the covers, hoping to smother their growing blush. "Don’t be shy, it's not like I haven’t heard them before." He teased as he used his clawed hand to cut the fabric, revealing their core to his hungry gaze.
The intrusion of his warm thick fingers in the heat of their core, made Ash arch their back. A whispered moan slipped past their slightly bruised lips. The feeling of being full, but not full enough gripped the warlock as he skillfully moved within. Curling his fingers to beckon the growing heat closer. Pressing into a part of them that left the Tiefling seeing stars. His pace was maddening, drawing close to the edge, stopping before Ash could shatter under the heat of their passion. They did not know when their pants had been stripped from their legs. The warm air brushing over their goose bumped skin.
"Did you forget this was a punishment little Thief." His breath brushed over their pointed ear, as he brushed the loose strands of their raven black hair out of Ash’s face. So he could see the flushed lust glazed face of the Tiefling clearer. His strong grip took hold of their bound hands, using their grip to pull the warlock into a kneeling position on the sheets. His free hand brushed over their bound chest, stripping the last scrap of fabric with a wisp of weave. Leaving the Tiefling bare to his gaze.
"Won’t your master get pissed at you for touching his things." Ash tried their best to glare at the Incubus as he cupped their breasts in his large hand. The sharp bite of his nails bit into their nipple, as he pinched the sensitive bud.
"That would be the case normally. " He drawled, lazily flicking their nipple causing the Tiefling to gasp. "But I have been granted permission to play. And I shall enjoy my new toy." Ash shouted a startled gasp, as the warmth of his moth enclosed their abused nipple. Soothing the lingering sting with his wet tongue. His now free hand repeated the abuse on their neglected nipple. Ash lost themselves in the feeling of sharp fangs nipping their nipple, they leaned back into the strong grip that helped them in the kneeling position.The wet pop was the only warning, as he moved to lavish the other nipple in the burning warmth of his mouth. The constant attention on their sensitive buds, drew them once more to the edge. Before he pulled back, standing before the warlock, a smirk pressed on his lips.
"Fuck you Haarlep." Ash panted, earning their hair being grasped by their Incubus tormenter. His strong hold manoeuvring the Warlock’s face close to his straining member, imprisoned in tight pants.
"I hoped you would offer." His smirk widened as he released the throbbing length of his cock, lightly tapping it against Ash’s cheek. "Open up little Thief." He brushed the leaking tip against their plush lips, earning a glare from the trapped Tiefling. Ash started to protest, but was cut off by the thick length of him pushing past their lips. The grip on their head encouraged them to take it deeper. A sweet and musky taste hit their tongue, as the ridged length of him thrusted in and out of their lips. Haarlep’s slow thrust fucking Ash’s face, seeking his own pleasure in the warmth of the warlocks mouth. Narrowing their eyes. If he wanted to play tease, Ash could oblige. The Teifling ran their tongue over the thrusting member, matching his pace. Haarlep’s hips faltered before regaining his pace. The feel of their tongue earning purring moans to fill the room.
"You have a sinful mouth little Thief. First lies and now this." He gasped, holding Ash’s head close to his groin. Forcing them to swallow all of the hard length. The tip of his cock brushed the back of their throat. Ash tried to pull back, to stop themselves from gagging. But Haarlep refused to release the grip on the back of their head.
"You know our master feels how sinful your mouth is." He chuckled at the shock that filled Ash’s eyes. "Oh yes- he feels every lick, every quiver. The warmth of your mouth on his cock." He thrust deeper to make a point. "It drives him mad knowing what you do. But not being able to touch." His hips pull back, keeping the tip of his member between their lips.
"I wonder how far I can go before he is driven mad enough to leave his meeting." He murmured, hips continued thrusting into Ash’s mouth.
He continued using the warlock’s mouth as a fuck sleave. Using the raven strands wrapped in his hand to bob their head along the length of him. Ash’s mouth began to ache from the constant stretch around his thickness. Haarlep’s breathy cry was the only warning, as hot seed filled the Tieflings mouth. Ash nearly choked on it, as the Incubus kept his cock in their mouth. Forcing the warlock to swallow every drop.
The sharp crack that filled the room announced the master of the house’s return. Raphael stormed through the portal with determined strides. His face was a mix of anger and lust as he spied the cause of his annoyance. The important meeting he was in the middle of, was interrupted by the sweet feeling of soft lips surrounding his cock. The image of his little warlock, bound, and taking his length between their plush lips filled his mind, the sight nearly caused him to leave the meeting instantly. But he brushed the feeling aside. It was not until the unmissable feeling of his own pleasure building up until it burst, That sealed it. Thankfully he was a master of schooling his expression. A finely crafted mask from centuries of playing politics with devils had come in handy. Waving a dismissive hand at the devil, who was in the middle of discussing their plans for his ascension to Arch-Devil supreme, Raphael vanished with a flourish. Arriving in his Boudoir in a flurry of fire. He watched his little warlock’s eyes widen in panic as they spied him. The Incubus, whose cock was still in their mouth, grinned at him over his wide shoulder.
"I found a little Thief creeping through your halls." Haarlep let go of the grip in Ash’s hair. With a spluttering cough, their mouth slipped off his cock, the lack of any support caused them to fall sideways and land on the soft bedding. Ash's glazed gaze struggled to focus, as they tried to escape their bonds. The Incubus joined the Tiefling on the large bed, before pulling them onto his lap. Turning them so they looked at Raphaels’s heated gaze.
"Is that so little mouse?" He walked over to the pair. Running his red hand through Ash’s soft locks. Pulling their hair to look up into his face. "Well we can’t have that can we." He smirked as , with a sharp snap of his fingers, his clothes vanished.
"You will not come until I say." Raphael watched his warlock squirm in Haarlep’s lap. The incubus slipped a hand to toy with the bundle of nerves at their centre. The devil forced them to keep their gaze on him, as lazily circles were drawn over their nub.
Ash gasped. Trapped between the two forms of the same man, they felt their growing pleasure building once more. The constant edging was torture. "I made a mistake." They trailed off with a moan, as the hand circling their nub was joined by two digits slipping past their puffy lips of their centre.
"Oh you have made a mistake- as such you will be punished."Raphael leaned close. The smell of cherries, musk and a hint of sulphur wrapped around them. Drowning the Tiefling in his scent. "Pleasure is only for good little petswho don’t bite the hand that feeds."

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