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Her hand dropped down, in an attempt to hide that she had been trying to escape her confines. Red eyes locked on the Archdevil. Raphael had reverted back to his human skin. His form very much devoid of clothing.
Tav swallowed visibly when she noticed his half-mast cock. The image somehow came across as more passively aggressive and violating than anything Haarlep had ever done.
"Nothing to say? No apologies for breaking into my home, fucking my incubus, stealing my hammer, and attempting to help one of my adversaries start a rebellion?" the Archdevil raised a brow, voice hushed and deadly. "I may have found it in my heart to revisit our previous contract, add some of your more ambitious appetites to the fine print – had you come to me first!" Raphael’s lips curled, golden irises flashing.
He collected himself, pausing only to remove each magically enchanted ring from his fingers. The expensive metal making a soft "click’ as they were set on one of his dressers. "I do believe this is the quietest you have ever been, little mouse," Raphael’s eyes shot up to Tav’s, eyebrow arched in challenge. "– Cat got your tongue?"
Tav’s jaw clenched at the slight. Her own ire rose to the forefront; taking the bait before she could think better of it. "You would have never renegotiated my terms." Tav rasped back, eyes narrowed. Irritated with the derogatory tone – the previous shock and fear at witnessing his Fiendish form quickly faded; she had seen worse.
"Well, now we will never know." He stated, offense evident in his mocking tone. "I have procured other ways to indebt your soul." He sighed. The finality in his voice; how sure he was of his statement, did not sit well with Tav; set internal alarms blaring.
"If that is the case, I – " Tav cut herself off. Unsure if words were just as binding as Raphael’s contracts. Tav pivoted, "what of Shadowheart, Karlach and Astar –"
Raphael’s hand shot up in the air. Palm flat and fingers straight, he silenced her with the simple gesture. The severity behind the gesture itself made Tav’s mouth shut with a loud snap.
"You will refrain from stating that name in my presence." His golden hued eyes seemed to grow more vivid with his words. The Cambion moved to swipe his rings into the palm of one hand. Walked to another slimmer cabinet and set the rings in a drawer.
"Haarlep and I have a pac – " Tav needed to keep talking – to negotiate – to distract him; prevent him from comprehending the depths of her betrayal.
"Of course, you do." Tav did not understand the expression Raphael shot Haarlep; but by the Incubus’ reaction, Tav gathered they understood loud and clear. Raphael continued to address Tav, "Haarlep is an extension of myself; however, especially, when it comes to you – little mouse." His tongue rolled over her moniker. "While my wayward concubine may have bartered my hammer for a taste...and your form – " Raphael bit out. " – I can promise you; we...you and I... have not settled on a binding agreement."
"Silence, little mouse. I am not done." Raphael turned his attention back towards her. "I may be persuaded to allow this pact. I cannot fault Haarlep for their momentary lapse in resolution – as hindersome as it is." His tone was all business. His lips twisted from a snarl into a smirk. "You will sign this."
A scroll materialized out of thin air.
"What is that? Another contract – I think n..."  Tav was not signing deals anymore without first combing through them with a fine-bristled brush, but if she could negotiate her companions’ freedom with Haarlep and Raphael; there may be hope. "what are the terms?"
Raphael’s skin flashed red at her inquiry.
Tav swore she saw flames flicker along his spine, darker shadows dance across his handsome face.
"You will sign it. There will be no arguing, reading, or negotiating. If you refuse – I will drag your pet Vampire up here, fuck you in front of him, deface him, and bleed him out until he is but a husk."
Tav’s insides curdled at the image. Moisture fled her mouth and lips fused together. She swallowed her barbed reply. The manic boost of confidence squashed as these Fiends snarled and snapped; severing chunks of her by focusing on her weakest point.
Haarlep sauntered over to Raphael, who placed the scroll in their palm. They then moved towards Tav. Slithered up next to her, handed her a pen and watched as she signed.
Tav did not bother looking at the contract – at this point, she did not even want to know what it entailed; there was no reason to. Astarion was their leverage, and he was a damned good pick. There was nothing she would not do to spare him – her friends.
"And little mouse?" Raphael’s deep timbre purred.
"What?" Tav’s voice cracked. The fight slowly drained from her.
"How does it feel – now that you are finally trapped in my claws?" The bastard smirked.
And just like that, all her previous metaphysical chains broke. Her petulance got the better of her, erased her worries and filled her with indignation.
"Fuck you." The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.
"That, is a clause, I would be more than happy to fulfill." Raphael looked triumphant; not at all bothered by her harsh words. Eyes stayed locked on Tav as he addressed his consort. "Haarlep, on the bed."
Haarlep sauntered back over to Tav, devious look back in place, fire in their own eyes. Their own golden hue, a farce of Raphael’s, danced over Tav’s features and took in her unease. She saw a moment of clarity settle in for the Incubus – maybe they understood her fear.
They crawled towards Tav as Raphael approached from the other side. A warm hand curled around her neck and tangled in her hair – Haarlep tilted their head at an angle that tactically concealed their face from Raphael’s view.
"I’ll make it easy for you, little thief." Their lips hushed. Mouth pressing needily against hers, tongue delved past her lips to entwine with her own. Haarlep tilted her head back, swept her worries away with another poisoned kiss.
Tav felt her muscles start to relax, her anxiety fading with the wind. Devotion and lust pooled within, bubbling up in her chest in a way that made it almost impossible to breathe, she wanted....she wanted –
"Stop!" Raphael commanded. Eyes narrowed; brows pinched.
Haarlep pulled away, saliva connecting their swollen lips for a brief moment. They turned towards Raphael, eyes questioning. Tav felt the hand in her hair curl tighter – she bit back her whine of discomfort.
"I want her cognizant – not complacent. My little mouse will know everything that happens to her – who is fucking her. She will be mentally present for it all – Get the potion."
Haarlep’s forearm, out of Raphael’s line of sight, tensed along Tav’s back. Their concealed response cued her in on something more sinister behind the scenes.
"Of course, Master." Haarlep reluctantly removed themselves from Tav.
Her soul ached at their departure; red eyes tracking the Incubus.
She already missed his warmth, somehow felt cold in this section of hell without Haarlep’s own fiendish heat. The Incubus walked over to a cabinet along one of the walls leading to the bath.
Tav flinched at the loud sound of Raphael’s snapping fingers – the chain on her collar disconnected immediately. Even spun under the web of Incubi seduction, Tav’s subconscious urged her to move from the bed. She slowly crawled backwards, slipped one leg off the soft mattress then the other; used her hands to push herself up into an upright position. Her robe parted to reveal the heaviness of her breasts, then she snatched the fabric around her.
Raphael tracked her every move. Uncaring and unconcerned for his nakedness; completely at home as he orchestrated Haarlep and Tav’s festering worries.
Tav looked to Haarlep as they pulled out a slim crystal bottle.
"Not that one – The silver one, three from your right."
Haarlep froze, eyes shooting to Raphael.
"Raphae –" They made no effort to hide their own turmoil at the Archdevil’s demand.
"Get. The. Potion. – the little mouse will need it."
"Of course." Haarlep stated tersely, hand snatching one of the small bottles full of glittering silver liquid.
They made their way back to Tav, who still hovered along the opposite side of the bed , across from Raphael. The giant mattress acting as a makeshift shield.
Haarlep approached Tav from behind, pulled her back against their chest – much to Raphael’s huff of irritation.
Tav thought the flash of jealousy across the Cambion’s features was fantasy; but the lingering fire in the depths of his eyes blatantly unhindered, confirmed her observation.
Her heart fluttered anew; as the realization that the Cambion wanted her, took root.
Haarlep looped an arm around her waist, their other lifted the bottle, placed the lip of the crystal to her lips and said "Drink."
Tav only managed to drink half the bottle before the bitter taste and rush of clarity broke Haarlep’s incubi lull of comfort. Her hands flew up to grip their wrist, pulled them and the bottle away from her mouth to turn her head.
It was revolting.
Haarlep’s arm released her waist, slid up under her arm, fingers gripped both sides of her jaw painfully, to hold her head in place against the outer curve of their clavicle. They leaned against her and whispered so low she could barely hear them. Their own muscles taunt with a twisted version of concern.
"You will drink down every last drop, Tav. Unless you do not want to survive the night."
Tav’s breath hitched a cold swirled in her chest as compulsory heat settled in her core at the ominous threat. At her body’s visceral reaction, Tav internally recoiled; could not grasp why something that should trigger her to run would instead cause arousal to spiral in her veins. She chalked it up to fight or fuck – given she did not have the option for flight.
Haarlep forced her head back and she let them.
Swallowed every bitter drop, reality settled around her like a cage made of barbed wires. She swallowed the last of the glittery fluid thickly and winced. Hands found the lapels of her satin robe and pulled the material tight around her curves. Strove to be the only creature in the room with a sense of decency – given the two bare Fiends.
"Good girl." Haarlep praised, form still tensed; but less so now.
They knew something Tav did not – and it frustrated her to no end.
"The blue bottle as well Haarlep." Raphael’s voice dipped.
"She is not – "
"For your benefit, my dear – not hers." Haarlep hushed a soft curse, gave Tav a gentle squeeze then moved towards the same cabinet to grab the blue bottle.
"Everything will be ok." They whispered before moving.
"Let’s not tell half truths to my little mouse." Raphael interrupted. "She did, after all, try to kill us. It is not a slight so...easily forgiven. He was toying with them. "Maybe if she begs."
Haarlep set the bottle by the bed and made themselves comfortable. Crawled into the center of the mattress and laid flat on their back, awaiting further instructions from their Master.
"Her form, I think for the first act – you did work so hard to achieve it. We would not want all your efforts to go to waste."
Haarlep morphed into Tav seamlessly. One foot pressed against the velvet to bend a knee, arms bent and palms up, fingers just brushing their temple.
Tav felt the crushed velvet press along her spine, baby hairs tickling her fingers and gentle heated breeze along the skin of her thigh, as if she were splayed on the bed.
Raphael walked around towards Tav; she tensed up as he arrived behind her. Infernally hot hands settled on her shoulders and slid the satin from them. The fine material grazed her skin with the pretense of a lovers touch and fell to the floor.
Her last piece of flimsy armor peeled away.
"Now, my reformed little Dark Elf, let’s see what sweet hymns we can pull from those lips." Raphael hushed against her ear. The heat of his breath caused gooseflesh to erupt over her skin. Her nipples pebbled; her teeth clenched. "If you feel any doubts – just remember my promise – I do pride myself on keeping them."
Her spine straightened as she allowed Raphael to gently guide her towards the bed. Haarlep’s fingers moved to play across the curves of her stomach and down between her thighs. The soft tickle caused arousal to take away the harsher edges of any fear; outrage still strummed true in her soul. "Make yourself comfortable on that gorgeous face, why don’t you."
Tav flushed at the command. Red eyes eclipsed by black pupils blown wide. Mortification mingled with a darker tide of desire.
She tried to convince herself she was doing this solely for her friends – for Astarion; yet the sinister traits of her lineage reminded her of previous more, hedonistic, masochistic, preferences.
Even if her mind were unwilling, her body would fold like liquefied precious metal – she despised herself.
"Now, Tav. I am not a patient God."
Tav crawled over to Haarlep. Plush velvet cushioned her knees as she steadied herself enough to straddle their face. Her body turned in the direction of the headboard. Haarlep smirked up at her from below, in her own face. Delicate fingers came to wrap around her thighs; they drew her form down the bed with them as they rearranged themselves in a position that gave Raphael access.
Their fingers pressed against the junction of her hip and thigh, thumbs rubbing comforting circles along the outside of her upper leg.
Haarlep forced her down. Their head came up to meet the downward motion of her hips. Tongue eagerly coming out to lick up the entirety of her and lavish her clit. Their hold forced her to move her hips, grinding her cunt against the visage of her own face as they ate her out.
Tav fell forward with a gasp. Hands clenched against the duvet, nails ripping into the fine material, eyes pressed tight, and lips parted. She could taste herself on her tongue, felt it against the very center of her being. The entire experience so mind-boggling she struggled between fascination and fervor.
Haarlep kept her distracted with their tongue and fingers – did not let her lift from them or move away. She was so bare, could not hide the horrifyingly exquisite sensation of being so openly on display; was too lost.
Tav did not feel Raphael part Haarlep’s thighs; mistook the touch for Haarlep’s own grip. She did not see the Cambion stroke himself as he watched their lewd display. There was no way she could have prepared herself, emotionally, mentally, physically, as his human hands carded through the baby hairs along the base of her neck.
Fingers tangled and hold vicious.
Raphael jerked her head back. Forced her to expose her throat, spine arched to the point of almost pain, breasts pointed up towards the ceiling at the sharp angle, as he leaned forward to nip along her exposed neck and jaw. Her lungs did not have the chance to expand with breath before his grip on Haarlep’s hip tightened, his own thrusting forward, burying the entirety of his girth in them – her.
Tav choked on her cry. Hips stuttered brokenly against Haarlep’s tongue at the phantom sensation of being stuffed, convoluted with the feel of herself feasting on her own cunt – the fucking tactility of it all melding together into one tidal wave of an experience.
Haarlep groaned against her. The vibrations did little to ebb the hammering of her heart and coil of molten lava settling in her womb.
Her muscles strained, skin burned with need and thighs trembled.
Raphael’s teeth grazed her neck. Tav tried to jerk forward, his teeth sharp even in his human appearance. He grazed over Astarion’s own fang marks. The hand in her hair yanked possessively at the delicate strands. The heat of his breath and body seeped through her back where his elbow and forearm pressed against her spine.
Tav’s core clenched; the darker cousin of primal arousal curled in her, caused her veins to burn and eyes to tear. She wanted to pull away, save the one part of Astarion she would have left. Yet her Lolth Cursed ways – Underdark hedonism – thrilled at the thought of a stronger, more virile, and malicious, entity claiming her.
Her breath faltered, lungs struggled to breathe around the collar, grip on her hair, teeth along the exposed portions of neck. She shakily exhaled through clenched teeth, fought the losing battle against the baneful swarm of conflicting emotions that pushed her closer to an orgasm the two Fiends were set on extorting from her.
"No –" She hushed. Red eyes obscured by eyelids pressed so tight the tears could not escape.
No to the loss of Astarion.
No to Raphael’s claim.
No to the climax approaching like a cataclysmic storm.
No to her evil aligned inclinations.
Tav knew if they ripped the first orgasm from her, the rest would be harder to stop. The odds forever tipped in their favor.
"Yes." Raphael groaned against her. Voice dark with promise, feral with his domination.
Raphael picked up his pace, thrusts steady, solid, deep. He filled and stretched; every hellish ridge, texture and twitch stimulated Tav in a way that made her head spin. Haarlep’s free hand slid down their stomach, over the soft curve of their pelvis. Fingers slipped along their labia, creating a V that slid around where Raphael fucked into her; gathered some of her arousal the slid back up to play at her clit. Tongue licking the entirety of her sex and lips locked around her clit. The Incubus moaned wantonly between her thighs – Tav felt everything.
"Haarlep." Raphael hissed against the junction of Tav’s neck and shoulder. "Make her come."
Haarlep followed their Master’s orders. Worked selfishly for their own end, and in the process pulled Tav along with them. Raphael pressed deeper. His own hand brushing Haarlep’s away to take their place at their clit. Haarlep’s hands flew to Tav’s waist and held her flush against their mouth.