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Tav’s lip curved in vexed embarrassment as her arms pushed against the water to put more distance between them. She felt the cool marbled step along the opposite side of the bath bump against her rear. She carefully placed her foot against the lowest step and moved to stand. All but ready to book it out of the bath naked as the day she was born.
She needed to figure out what happened after she blacked out.
"I wouldn’t do that if I were you."
Tav froze. "And why would I listen to you?" Something in Haarlep’s voice, now an imitation of Raphael’s, caused her to pause. The deep red of her eyes flicked up to meet the shimmering Golden hue of Haarlep’s.
"If you so much as step one foot outside this bath – Raphael will be here within an instant."
"I charmed the marble while you were resting – pet." Haarlep snapped, "Would you rather be with the Devil you know? Or the Devil you and your little group of buffoons tried to kill?"
Fuck. Tav’s internal curse ricocheted in her mind. All possible consequences of their actions played through her mind’s eye.
"Where are they?" Tav hissed.
An insidious smirk quirked the corner of Haarlep’s mouth. The Incubus finished peeling off their own drenched clothes and chucked them a top hers along the lip of the bath. Their form submerged – until just their eyes and nose hovered above the surface of the water; wings spread out and behind them. They treaded forward – like some Fiendish water monster from tales of old.
Their warm hands curled around her ankles and yanked her towards them. The water cushioned her fall, the strength of their pull spared her tailbone from colliding with the hard marbled step. Their grip released only so they could wrap around the soft flesh just above each knee and pull her legs around their waist.
Tav felt the heaviness of their cock graze the underside of her ass. The sensation of warm water and warmer flesh against her own newly rejuvenated form caused an involuntary pulse of arousal to flow through her.
Her body remembered the familiar feeling of her – alleged – one time lover.
Haarlep’s hands pet along the outside of each thigh then curled around the curve of her hips and ass to hold her against them. Tav’s hands flew up to their broad shoulders; Haarlep moved them back to their previous position – this time, with her straddling their lap. Their tail found its way around her waist to anchor her in place.
"Where are they, Haarlep?" Tav reiterated. Entities Above, she hoped they were alive, had managed to escape.
"That depends." Haarlep teased, claws tickling up her sides to graze the underside of her breasts.
"I am tired of the games, Fiend." Tav snapped, hands left their broad shoulders to shove away from them again. She yearned for her arcane magic.
Haarlep’s hands snatched up each wrist – grip flirting along the edge of pain. They pulled her arms down to each side. Yanked her forward, so suddenly, her bare breasts smashed against solid muscle. Haarlep swiftly secured both wrists into one hand and pinned them to their chest. Their freed hand groped up her side, cushioned the weight of one breast before sliding up towards her throat.
Tav tried to yank away; but their hold was solid.
A finger curled around a necklace she had not dawned previously – had never even owned.
Tav looked down in shock to see the initial "R’ dangling from the delicate chain entwined with the soft cushioned leather strap that extended to either side of her neck. Haarlep’s claw slipped through the hole of the "R’ and pulled. The tension caused the chain to tighten and in turn – pulled the soft straps of the leather choker tighter around her throat. The sensation reminiscent of when she had begged Haarlep to choke her during their encounter.
Arousal immediately pooled low and heavy – Tav felt her cheeks flush and eyes dilated, even as she raged internally.
Haarlep drank in every emotion, expression, which played along her features. The absolute gratification she saw filter in their eyes made her want to scratch them out.
"You –" Tav forced out, "You fucking collared me."
"Of course, I did." They stated as if it were the most logical thing to do. "Now, I believe we were talking about your...friends." Haarlep spat the word out. Their finger curled tighter, forcing Tav closer – less she wished to forfeit her breath.
"Where. Are. They?" She demanded again. Shoving the collar, and all its implications to the back of her mind. "What did you do to them?"
Haarlep’s nose brushed her cheek. They invaded her space to whisper against her ear. "Nothing yet, little thief." The hand shackling her wrists let go in favor of curling around her hip to drag her against them. They slanted their hips forward; pressed their desire intimately against her. "Their fate depends solely on you."
Tav’s body responded without her permission; mind blanking at Haarlep’s obvious insinuation. She inhaled shakily around the compression of her collar.
Head light, pulse frantic, her brain misfired – black spots danced along her vision.
"You want me to fuck you again?" Her own breath grazed Haarlep’s ear as she whispered against the Fiend curled over her. "For their freedom – they are alive? All of them?"
Haarlep leaned back, laughing low. The vibrations traveled through Tav in a way that was more erotic than she would care to admit.
"Oh, little mouse. We are going to fuck you either way." Haarlep’s eyes glistened with secrets unknown. "It’s what we want you to say – to do – that will save your little party."
Tav saw the covetousness within Haarlep’s eyes, tasted the barely concealed spite and jealousy in their words. A small trickle of dread curled up her spine, as molten heat churned in her core. The twisting, conflicting emotions triggered the colder undercurrent of avoidance anxiety – made her want to fade from existence; hide from what the Incubus was about to demand of her. Part of her knew what they were going to demand.
Yet she trudged forward – ever the soldier.
"And what would you have me do?" She whispered, dreading their response.
Haarlep yanked her closer yet. Pulled on those chains as if they were strings and she the doll attached to them. Warm lips teased along her own, no longer chapped, petal soft ones.
"Sweet, pretty, Tav." Haarlep whispered. "We are going to share you – desecrate you so irrevocably – and when you reek of us...when there is no doubt in his mind of just what atrocities you have committed and with whom – You are going to walk down into that dungeon." Haarlep took a moment to hum against her lips as if overcome with pleasure at the image. "Dressed in finery, all dolled up and magnificent; You are going to tell that Vampire – "
Tav whined in sorrow. Haarlep yanked her completely against them.
"You are going to tell Astarion – " They elaborated. "That you never loved him. You are going to tell him that it was all a ploy, and you are..." Haarlep paused, a hand coming up to brush a stray tear from her leaking eyes. "Oh yes, just like this – You are going to tell him that you belong to Raphael – and Me."
"I would never." Tav growled back, angry tears blurring her vision. Pearly whites clenched and flashed through her snarl.
"But you will." Haarlep ghosted a kiss along her clenched jaw. "Or Raphael will kill them – flay them, revive them, and torture them until they are broken little things; worse than that little Dwarf he kept locked up. When all their hope has been extinguished from existence – and it could take centuries – He will eviscerate them." Haarlep’s tongue flicked out to trace the cartilage of her ear. "Or maybe – we will gift Astarion back to his Master – you know of him, I believe. Cazador is a piece of work, wretched and power hungry as the ancient fool is."
Tav shook – thoughts broken as she played through thousands of alternate scenarios and outcomes. Frantic to find a solution that would allow her to spare Astarion from both devastating options. She could come up with nothing – There was no going back in time to make a different choice; a choice that avoided Raphael’s House of Hope.
Her hands came up to grip the wrist of Haarlep’s that held the chain of her collar. Fingers pressed tight into their fiery flesh as she readied herself to say the words she knew would haunt her for the rest of her existence.
"If I – " Tav bit her tongue until it bled; wanting to choke on the words. "If I do that – break it off with Astarion; you will let us go? You promise – I want it on a contract." Tav rasped out.
Haarlep laughed, the jovial sound so out of place with her inner despair. Their hand let go of her collar to entwine with the locks along the back of her neck. Warm lips pressed against hers, Fiendish tongue goading her lips until they parted and supped from her blood-stained tongue. There was a frenetic tone to the kiss – a trickle mutated into a thick heady rush that fermented in her veins; seeped through every atom of her being. That sense of acceptance, like one’s soulmate finally within grasp – it was Incubi venom injected thick and heavy through Haarlep’s lips and saliva.
Tav had forgotten.
It was an experience so intense, one’s mind tried to purge it from memory just in hope of coping.
Tav was damned.
With their kiss, her resolve crumbled. Gone was her sense of why she resisted in the first place. Because who could she love more than the entrancing creature before her. Astarion could never care for her more or love her more than Haarlep did. She was always meant for Haarlep and their Master – Raphael.
Haarlep leaned back, hand still curled in her hair. Golden gaze glinting knowingly as they took in her glazed over eyes.
"Little thief, I do not deal in contracts – My deals are sealed with a more..." Haarlep drawled, eyes darkened with hunger. "Personal touch."
Tav’s breath hitched.
The low rapacious moan that followed was music to Haarlep’s ears; the purest form of poetry their Master could never hope to comprehend. Every small gasp, hitched breath, husky sigh and scream from their little thief’s perfect mouth was a sonata – a siren’s call, which beckoned their condemned soul from the Abyss.
Haarlep growled possessively against her folds. Arm strewn around one of Tav’s thighs and across her pelvic bone; grip tight to hold her hips down while they feasted. They did not bother to hold her legs apart – they rather enjoyed when her battle honed thighs clenched tight around them as she writhed. Instead, their other hand – a perfect imitation of Tav’s – was thrust between their thighs; fingers circling and pinching their clit.
Haarlep moaned into Tav’s flesh. Tongue delved into her core then flattened to lick up the entirety of her. They suctioned their lips around her clit, rolled their tongue over that little bundle of nerves; sucked – and released with a lewd "smack.’ Lips gleaming and chin wet with the evidence of her arousal.
They had the best view in the house as their red gaze drifted over the trembling muscles of Tav’s abdomen, the slight jiggle of her breasts with each ragged breath. Her eyes were pinched tight, eyebrows drawn together and up, fingers fisted into the velvet duvet.
The collar, a single piece of soft, durable, blood red leather with its ends hugging either side of her neck connected by a single looped silver chain, was attached to the fortified leash Haarlep had a certain debtor weld to the mouth of Raphael’s Devil Head molding. The collar was pulled taunt enough to stimulate; one of their little thief’s more surprising kinks.
Haarlep chuckled low placing a kiss at the crest of Tav’s vulva. They stopped playing with their clit in favor of slowly pressing one finger, then two, into Tav. Scissored then twisted until they located the more sensitive patch just past her entrance; made sure to alternate petting with thrusting as their fingertips played along that spot. Entranced as the woman beneath them started to quiver – Haarlep savored every movement, every clenched muscle and shiver. They devoured every single noise they pulled from their little thief; they could do this for eternity – it mattered not if they reached their own end; they would feast either way.
In this setting, Haarlep was in their element. They were a musician and Tav – their instrument; they thrilled at pulling her strings. Discovering what made her tick. Haarlep could lay between her thighs for eternity as the world burned around them if it meant her screams would be their swan song.
Haarlep understood Raphael’s obsession with the would-be hero. Where there was once jealousy – territorial curiosity – as to what could possibly be so consuming about the little delicate mortal; there was now a gluttonous need to consume everything, she was; to own.
In order for them to own and indulge – Raphael first needed to claim; for they had been transmuted and glamoured until they were merely an extension of Mephistopheles’ bastard son.
Haarlep contemplated turning back into their Master.
Would he recognize the flavor of his little mouse? The whispered tease of what he could have had this whole time if he had only acted first?
Haarlep had intentionally turned back into Tav – not only so the little Drow would be overstimulated by paradoxical touches, but to avoid triggering Raphael’s arrival prematurely.
The Archdevil had been furious when he took off through that hellish portal.
Disappeared into the depths of one of the hells to hunt down a Cambion, Haarlep had never heard of. It seemed like a trivial errand; given his favored little mouse had been coerced into a rebellion and tried to kill them all.
Haarlep was not one to complain, would not look a gift horse in the mouth. They saw Raphael’s departure for what it was – an opportunity; the opening they needed.
Tav’s thighs pressed tight around them; her cunt fluttered and tightened. A desperate whine filled the air as Haarlep pulled away. Leaned back to kneel between Tav’s spread thighs as they looked over their work. They might have overdone it with their own venom induced thrall – but the poor dear had been so distraught with the terms of their new pact. They could see she would resist, more than indulge. If Raphael were to show up, and she was not properly prepared...
"Why – " her voice was hoarse from misuse.
"Patience, little thief." Haarlep hummed as they stretched their arms above their head in an attempt to release the tension from strained muscles. They relished the soft tickle of Tav’s hair, their own for the moment, as it brushed low along their spine. "I think it’s time we up the stakes – "
A loud crash bounced off the marbled walls and floor.
"Where the fuck is Ta – " Raphael’s roar echoed through the room cutting off Haarlep’s words.
Tav physically jerked as the door to Raphael’s bedchamber slammed open.
The furious boom and crack of solid wood against walls, too luxurious for the mortal plane, where enough to shatter her almost orgasm.
She had never heard Raphael curse before.
Her red eyes shot to the side; uncaring as that damned leash tugged on her shame inducing collar. She felt every muscle of Haarlep’s form tense between her thighs. Watched as their surprised expression – sprinkled in fear – melted away. hey covered their own uncertainty with sass and seduction.
It was a tactic Tav had seen before.
The triggered memory helped cleanse the more intoxicating effects of Haarlep’s deadly kiss – filling her with a melancholy so consuming she instantly shoved it down. She would face the somber fallout when everyone was safe; when she had time to reflect and mourn.
Raphael stood static. The Archdevil did not budge. Shoulders tense and eyes livid as he took in the display before him.
Tav could almost taste the moment that lividity twisted with arousal and lust. Those hellish eyes lingered far too long on her bare flesh highlighted by the parted red satin robe. Gold that turned molten as his gaze lingered on her face, exposed chest, and spread thighs.
Her hand flew up to cover herself, the other pulling the satin-y parted bathrobe around her form – not that it did any good; Haarlep still dawned her skin and was equally as nude.
"How kind of you to finally join us." The Incubus responded.
"You slept with her." Raphael stated. His usual dramatic tone flat and portentous. "When dearest pet, of mine... did you sleep with my, little mouse? I know it was not today – I would have felt it. When?"
Haarlep remained silent for but a moment.
That moment was all Tav needed, to know they were both in trouble – and by the looks of Raphael; there would be little Haarlep could do in terms of quelling their Master’s tantrum.
"While you were away on business." Haarlep’s pause added to the thickening tension in the room. "Before she stole the hammer."
The indignation in his vengeful yell was enough to make the hairs on Tav’s arms stand on end.
The atmosphere grew onerous and hot – like a sauna; and it almost hurt to breathe. The sulfuric taint in the air burnt her eyes as Raphael’s clothes faded to embers.
Red eye widened in terror as his spine arched and wings flicked out; Cambion form fading to his hellish fiend form – he was going to kill them.
Tav had not realized she moved. Instinctually tried to scramble up and right herself. She was far too indecent and still barred from the Weave – there was no way she would be able to take on Raphael in his Ascended form.
Haarlep immediately transformed into their usual Cambion form of Raphael. A large hand fell to press against Tav’s stomach to hold her in place – or ground themself.
Haarlep moved towards Raphael as if it were a normal – fucking – occurrence.
Tav discreetly scooted up towards the headboard; deftly snatched a slim hair pin she spotted stuck in the fibers of the duvet from where she had lain previously. Her fingers fumbled to locate the leash and tried to pick the lock binding the cool metal to the collar around her neck, as quietly as possible.
Her body shoved adrenaline so readily through her veins, her hands trembled.
What had she been thinking? Backed into a corner, drugged and ready to fuck Raphael’s consort – on his own bed – after she fought them.
She anticipated feeling dirty – remorse – for what she had been forced to do, ready to do, in order to barter for the lives of those she loved. The self-degradation never came. The incubi venom thrummed in her system, survival induced hormones, lingering arousal, and exhaustion. The staggering combination provided a much-needed fire wall.
Tav could make out the hushed whispers and snarls near the entrance of the room.
She did not know whether to be horrified or impressed that Haarlep understood Raphael in his Ascended form; she settled instead for grateful. Hoped the cruel Incubus could ease the rage of their even crueler Master.
Her pulse rushed in her ears, so loud she did not realize the whispers had ceased.
"And what do you have to say for yourself, Tav – the little mouse that snuck into my house, to slay me?" Raphael’s low growl, directed at her, stilled her heart.
Tav froze, muscles locked in place as Raphael turned to address her; Haarlep, in turn, moved to circle the bed. The Incubus once more calm and at ease; having guided their Master from the pit of his rage once more.