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With a final thrust, Haarlep came around Raphael’s cock. Their orgasm forced Tav’s own end – pulled her along and down to the depths of sin with them without a second thought. The Incubus moaned against her, Tav screamed her end to the depths of this hell – her pleasured shout echoed out the giant windows leading to the molten lava fields below. |
Raphael chuckled against her throat, the only thing keeping her from collapsing back lifelessly was his harsh grip and support. |
"Good little mouse." He rasped and shoved her away. Tav fell forward, missed Haarlep’s head as she landed above them face forward into the red velvet duvet. Skin glistening with perspiration, limbs trembling and heart aflutter. Her quickening pulse triggering the effects of the potion Haarlep forced on her. A thickness settled in her veins, her skin lost its heat, the surrounding air lost its swelter – a slick need saturated her thighs. |
She felt concupiscent – more so than she should, but, painfully, her will was her own; lacked the soulless like devotion imbued by Haarlep’s kiss. |
Tav lay, her body wrecked with euphoria, mind twisted with internal malediction at Raphael’s brutal treatment – Haarlep’s assistance to his Master’s whims. She could not even put up a fight when Haarlep, now in Raphael’s Cambion skin, gripped her knees and dragged her down to the edge of the bed. |
Once more felt like a doll being toyed with by her cruel owner. |
Her rare crimson hair spread around her, blending with the hue of Raphael’s slightly darker duvet. Chest heaving and mind blanking. Haarlep arranged her knees to bend, thighs spread and settled against her. |
"Wait, Haarl – " She gasped, hand unsteadily raising to push weakly against their firm muscles. |
"There will be no waiting, little mouse." Raphael’s timbre was more animalistic – held an edge that hinted at his infernal heritage. His fingers – hellish in their heat – slid between her calf and thigh; tucked into the bend of her knee to hold her apart for his Incubus as he stood behind them. "This is a punishment – repentance – for your slights. A sacrament if you will." His words ended in a feral devilish growl. |
Tav’s eyes widened as Raphael morphed into his Ascended form behind Haarlep. The Fiend much too close and monstrous. The grip around her calf became talon like – boney and held the warmth of flames dancing against her skin. Tav did not burn. |
Haarlep’s face – Raphael’s Cambion image – blocked the bloodcurdling view of Raphael’s Fiend face; three faces merging into one, huge tusklike fangs, ridged horns that curled to frame the sides of his faces and fire raging from his spine. His wingspan blocked the light of this plane – covered Haarlep and Tav in shadows that made the one glowing eye she could see so vivid it pierced through her soul. The shadows accentuated Haarlep’s own shimmering gold. Somehow making their skin appear gore-ish and bloodied now that light had been snuffed out. |
It was poetic – even the simplest comfort of light hid in the wake of her debauched betrayal. Because that is what this was. A betrayal of Astarion’s trust, even if it were to save him a worse future. |
She rather he suffer heartache than enslavement under Cazador – she would trade her eternal soul to Raphael a thousand times over. Let him fuck her any way he wanted if it meant Astarion – eventually – would have a chance at happiness. Her former lover would live for eons, was strong enough – whether he believed it or not – to move on. |
With that last bittersweet thought, Tav shoved all thoughts of the Roguish Vampire away. |
There was no place for such softness here in Raphael’s bed, surrounded by Devils. |
On cue, Haarlep’s hand slid under Tav’s skull. Canted her head at an angle that allowed them to devour her lips. All harsh teeth and tongue – eased by a softer graze of lips before the cycle repeated. The savagery that Raphael demanded to feel from their Incubus mingled with brief glimpses of Haarlep’s own needs. |
Tav held the passing observation that Haarlep may be just as trapped as she was. |
One of the Raphael’s claws released Tav. There was a soft "pop’ in the distance, the distinct smell of an unfamiliar potion. Haarlep tensed above her, the thickness of their cock brushing her saturated folds. Haarlep bent over her, put their weight on the arm with their hand curled around the back of her neck. Their free hand moved to notch their cock against her center. Hips pushing in so just the head of them penetrated her. They held that position. Lips releasing her own abused ones so they could bury their face in her neck. |
Tav realized too late what was happening. |
Haarlep gasped against her. Raphael’s hellish claws gripped the backside of her upper calves once more. Haarlep pushed into her, slowly, as if wishing to spare her the discomfort Tav knew they were about to experience. |
The beast above them gurgled out a moan and shoved forward. Penetrated Haarlep and forced the Incubus’ cock to slam against Tav’s cervix. |
Both of Raphael’s pets gasped painfully in unison. |
Mephistopheles’ bastard Cambion fucked them with a feral abandon that pulled tears and a pleasure that tipped too far into the arena of pain. His claws contracted around Tav’s delicate calves, forcing her against Haarlep at the same instances he thrust forward into them, ripping a choked moan from the Incubus. |
Tav was spared the pain she could see on Haarlep’s face. Her mind flashed to Haarlep’s initial unspoken concerns, portrayed only by their body language and Raphael’s fury when he found out Haarlep slept with her. |
Tav knew this was Haarlep’s punishment and felt the martyristic need to save yet another soul from a cruel Master. |
She could see Raphael was lost in the complete masturbatory depravity of their thrupling. His one devil’s eye closed in something as close to rapture those of evil alignments could hope to achieve. |
She shuddered against Haarlep. Strained to come up with some semblance of a plan to spare them more discomfort as their Master used them as an instrument to fuck her – and them both to fuck him. |
On a harsher thrust, Haarlep opened their mouth, teeth pressed over the two pearled scars on her neck just under the collar. Tav felt a whispered graze of their sharp teeth – as they meant to bite down to muffle their own cry of painful rapture. |
Raphael’s claws flew from his grip on Tav to grip Haarlep’s hair, one curled between two of their horns. Raphael ripped their mouth away from her in a possessive fit of rage. His concentration was shattered, and his fiend form fell away to his Cambion one. |
"Don’t you fucking dare." Raphael snarled in warning. "You have already stepped out of line once, sweetling. I will not be so forgiving for the second." |
Tav could see the flutter of Haarlep’s pulse in their neck, felt them swell within her at the rough treatment. None of those physical reactions hid or excused the true pain in the depth of their transmuted golden gaze; half lidded and locked on her. |
Tav wondered what their true eye color had been – what Haarlep had looked like before they were gifted Raphael’s anagram. |
This would be one of the stupidest mistakes of her life. Tav gambled, bet her life, hoped; that Raphael, rage, tantrum, and all, would not kill her. |
She forced a laugh through her lips. Drew from the manic part of her that simmered beneath the surface of fear, injustice, and loss. Her emotions morphed and corrupted by the physical lust she had been forced to experience. |
Haarlep fell rigid, Raphael’s eyes snapped to hers over Haarlep’s limp wings, his own flexed out in a form of fiendish posturing. Tav felt Haarlep’s tail wrap around her bare ankle; almost like they knew what she was about to do. |
"Look at the great Raphael – so threatened by an Incubus, he lost it." Her word breathy and harsh. She let the Archdevil draw his own conclusion as to what she meant. Forced another raspy chuckle from her chest – Haarlep twitched inside her as she clenched involuntarily; the sensation mirrored on Raphael’s own cock – she trudged forward. "Tell me, oh formidable cat, where you declawed at the thought, I’d rather fuck a glamoured version of you than the real thing?" It was all low blows. Every word crafted to cut deep. They should leave her next verse as her epitaph should the Devil strike her down in her lewd state. "You truly are a cuck – a bottom, aren’t you? |
"Tav" Haarlep rebuked. Eyes filled with a new level of worry that made Tav instantly regret her verbal assault on Raphael’s pride. |
Raphael snarled. Teeth bared; eyebrows pinched in offense. He pulled himself from Haarlep. Tossed the Incubus to the side as he stormed back to the cabinet holding his array of potions; snatching a towel to clean himself. His wings curled against his back then flicked out, tail lashing from side to side – he was having an internal monologue. |
Haarlep made the move to go towards Tav. She was not sure if they meant to try to spirit her away or stand between his irate Master pushed too far. She would never know. |
"Get the fuck away from her." |
Haarlep froze, hands out looking at Tav with something akin to pity. |
"Haarlep – go sit on the lounge. We will show our little mouse how much of a bottom, I am." Raphael stalked back towards Tav. Approached the foot of the bed with another silver potion in hand. |
"No, Haarlep. Not another word. The little mouse made her own bed. Now, she is going to lay in mine." |
Tav instinctually tried to shuffle back at the ferociousness of Raphael’s approach. His hand whipped out. Finger catching the R on her collar, the letter too light to follow the momentum of her retreat fast enough. |
Tav almost choked as Rapheal’s claw pulled her closer by the chain, leather growing taunt. The heady combination of post coital arousal, the nightmarish monster fucking that followed, adrenaline and stimuli were doing bad things to Tav’s resolve. |
Raphael curled his finger, gave another harsh tug. Golden eyes danced with curiosity at the collar and her reaction as if it finally dawned on him just what Haarlep had done to her. He released the chain; fingers gripping her jaw to hold her in place. He uncorked the silvery bottle with the claw of his thumb. Lifted the lip to his mouth and tipped the liquid back. |
The fingers gripping her jaw shifted to press right before her masseter muscle – forcing her lips to part. Raphael slammed his mouth against hers. Lips taking advantage of her parted ones to force the liquid into her mouth. Tongue came out to press against hers, taste her and make her swallow everything he gave her. |
Tav struggled and choked at the onslaught. She abhorred the bitter liquid the caused her flesh to chill and thighs to grow even wetter with the evidence of her sudden arousal. |
"What is that fou – " Tav coughed. Raphael leaning back to snag her knees and pull her back across the bed until she was back in the position Haarlep had her in moments ago. |
"That, dear mouse, will prevent you from burning up at my touch." His grip on her knees tightened. He leaned over her, the shadows painted across his handsome features, his horns, wings, and flicking tail. There was a baroque beauty about the narcissistic Cambion Tav could not deny; those superficial observations and attraction could not quell the dread that his final whispered words stirred within her chest. "Will help you take me without permanent damage." |
Tav’s heart flew to her throat. Eyes shooting to the side to see Haarlep seated and stroking themselves at the display obediently. Golden gaze hazed with lust that chased away the previous pity Tav saw. |
"Don’t look so put out, little mouse." Raphael whispered against her neck. One hand gliding up her side to rest under her breast, fingers pressed over her pebbled nipple then kneaded her sensitive flesh. "You will soon learn, for all their charm and prose, Haarlep is just as cruel as I." |
Raphael’s grip flew to her thighs, spread her open and fucked into her as he adjusted his grip around her waist, pulling her down to meet his initial thrust. |
Her hands flew to his forearms, nails pressed deep into his crimson flesh. The ridges and grooves along his ribs bit into the softness of her inner thighs – more stimuli as his cock swelled and stretched. |
Raphael leaned over her, a bare thigh pushed against the back of her own. Lifting her leg up and allowing him a better angle to thrust deeper against her. He growled feral threats in her ear. Whispered promises that alternated from death threats and torture to sinful debauchery and poetic worship. |
Her head spun. Her pulse so loud she could barely hear Haarlep’s own hushed moans from behind them. |
Her legs bent, lifting higher and parting without any will of her own. Pleasure pulled her under, shame kept her afloat. |
She felt Raphael bump against her cervix at the new angle. The Archdevil moaned lewdly in her ear. The muscles of his back rippled as he leaned away. Form shimmering with embers and fluctuating between Fiendish and Cambion. |
Tav whimpered, brow pinched and fear ripe as his cock grew inside her. Expanded then shrunk as he shifted between his two forms; never fully falling into one or the other. She cried out as he instead settled into a half-Ascended version, spine aflame, skin less flexible – hardened with more ridges, horns sharp and twisted forward, eyes glowed a maniacal gold. His tail thicker and bony wound around her ankle and pulled her down against him. A claw came up to curl again into the closed loop of the "R’ dangling from her neck. |
He pulled the collar tight. Cut her air off just so – trapped her at the edge of suffocation. |
It caused her cunt to squeeze around him. Tav could hardly moan, let alone whimper at the action. A new fear curled as the base of him seemed to swell with his growing lust. |
He fucked into her, steadily. Through all his rage, lust, and hellish appearance – he remained completely in control while he wrecked her with his cock, word, and handling. |
The molten heat seeping from his skin should be burning her alive; yet it only added to her sensory experience. The warmth of him contrasted with the unnatural chill in the air. Her back arched, pulling against the chain with her shudder. Tav’s body was slowly becoming its own monster – she lacked the mental capacity to hold herself together under the decimation of everything she was. Reduced to a lusty mortal soul, sacrificing herself to the Devil. |
Raphael’s wings flicked out. Blocked her from Haarlep’s view; ensuring this moment was for them and them alone. A hand slid along the bend of her knee to curve around the fleshiest part of her ass. His other still toyed with the collar; taking away her breath only to give it back a moment later. His thumb brushed over the "R’ in reverence. |
Warm lips grazed over Tav’s cheek, pressed against the edge of her eyelid. Raphael’s nose brushed hers. His lips ghosted her swollen ones. The hand gripping her ass pressed her cunt flush against him, forced his cock in until Tav thought she would split in two. Tremors wracked the inner muscles of her thigh as her body fought for and against another orgasm. Her toes curled against the crushed velvet. |
"Will you beg prettily for me little mouse?" Raphael ground himself against her. Tone ragged with vocal cords a mix of humanoid and fiend. "Beg for my cock and my forgiveness." Another harsh thrusts, nails digging into her skin. "Can you feel my claws now, dearest mouse?" |
Tav’s curse caught in her throat. She writhed beneath the stretch and pressure, could only thank all the entities above and below that he had fed her that damned potion – was aware enough to know if he had not, she would have surely been ruined in a way that was nowhere near the painfully, appallingly erotic haze she was currently suspended in. |
She could taste the sub-space on the horizon. Part of her trembled at the thought of being so vulnerably lost before Raphael. |
Her chain jerked, breath cut off and Raphael started up his pace again. |
"Should I try to breed you, my darling Drow?" |
A new fear took root, swept away by another rush of slick from her cunt. She clenched around Raphael’s intrusion. Her womb grew hot in a way that made her feel as if she would disintegrate. |
"Would you enjoy that?" Raphael’s words destroyed her. His voice ragged, sinful with its demonic undertone. "Beg, Tav - and I may spare you from my truest form." He released his hold on the collar. |
Tav greedily sucked sulfuric air into her lungs. Chest heaving and muscles burned with their strain. She felt the perspiration along her forehead, spine and back of her knees. Her feet pushed against the velvet in an attempt to gain a small reprieve – Raphael was immovable. |
A clawed finger curled once more around the base of her neck. Talons nicked the flesh of her throat – the tang of coppery blood caused Raphael’s golden eyes to eclipse to vantablack. |
Tav saw what he was thinking; knew. |
"Beg me Tav." Raphael started to change fully in retaliation. Tav bit back a scream of pained pleasure at the stretch. The edges of her vision decorated with black spots. "Beg." The command was more ancient, rattled growl that vibrated through Tav’s breasts and settled low in the fabric of her anatomical makeup. |
A tear leaked from the corner of her eye. |
Raphael licked the evidence from her cheek. |
"Please – Raphael." A frantic gasp for breath. "Fucking Please!" She did not know the exact words the Cambion wanted, but she was falling, sinking into a vulnerable place she had only experienced once with another being. |
"Good girl." His voice cooed – less hellish, closer to his usual timbre. The humanoid sound did not last. |
Tav felt his cock grow; stretching her and hitting parts that had no business been stimulated this stimulated. The sudden intensity of it all, as he pulled from her; every textured vein and ridge dragged against her fluttering walls. Then he thrust back in, all of him. Filled her entirely, completely. His pelvis ground down against her clit at the same time – Tav shattered. |
Her thighs clamped around his wider form; eyes pressed tight to save her sanity from the vision in front of her. Her head tipped back, and nails racked down his back, fingers gliding through the flames of his spine without ramifications. Her muscles tensed as she fell over the crest of her orgasm. She shuttered around Raphael. The Archdevil managed a few more brutal thrusts before he pressed into her deep, teeth coming down on her neck over the milky scars. |
Tav’s soul wept. |
Tav undulated as the hellish heat of his release filled her. The excess gushing around his girth still seated deep within. |
Her muscles trembled in aftershock of coital rapture - body struggling to come down from its dangerous high. |
Tav moaned as Raphael's teeth released her neck. Infernal tongue lapped away the rivulets of blood; sealing the wound. |
Raphael reverted to his human form, soft lips hushed against her ear a spell to put her to sleep - compel her to rest. |
Raphael knelt above the vision below him. |
Etched the image of his little mouse, splayed out on his bed. Patches of skin where his Ascended form pressed more intently against the pallor of her own, a gentle hue of pink. Her hair, his favorite shade of red that matched her eyes stuck to her forehead and cheek, splayed around her like a bloody halo. |
"Hope, it always burns you in the end, little mouse." Raphael whispered to the sleeping form. |
He took a moment to bask in primal pride at the look of his seed seeping from her. He may have threatened to breed her; but it was an empty threat meant to strike fear. Most females died when bearing his kind, it is not a fate he wished upon his little mouse – he wanted to keep her. |
Raphael leaned forward to snatch up the leash attached to his headboard. Secured the lock around her collar then moved from the bed. He looked to Haarlep situated on the lounge. Eyes narrowed with a tad too much defiance. |
Raphael did not bother cleaning himself off. He walked over to his wardrobe and pulled out a favored robe. Secured the ties in place to hide his nudity but not the scent of his debauchery and desolation of Tav. |
"You are just going to leave her like that?" There was a layer to Haarlep’s voice that could be mistaken for concern. "You understand that damage you caused with your fit, don’t you? She will be harder to persuade now." |
"We will have all the time in existence to mend the actions of tonight." Raphael was unbothered, he had already taken that – least desirable hiccup – into consideration. "She is banned from the Weave until I grant her, her magic back – she signed the pact after all." |
"What of her previous patron? Should we expect them to come storming your estate for their lost soul?" Haarlep snapped. |
"That threat has been eliminated." |
"The Cambion." Haarlep concluded. Irritated breath pushed from their teeth. "And what of her end of the bargain? She cannot fulfill my pact in the state you left her in." |
"No, I suppose she can’t." Raphael snorted, smirk danced along his lips, the soft melodic hum of his favored battle song vibrating his chest as he walked towards the doors leading out of his bedchamber. |
"Where are you going?" The Incubus was incensed; Raphael supposed he would be as well, if he were denied his own end. |
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