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"Of course it does, but you shall have to get used to it quickly. Now, arms out, if you would, and step in here." They held out the leather harness, identical to the one they usually wore but fitted to the feminine form. They were quick to fit it now, not wasting any time to arouse her senses but instead focused entirely on making sure not a single hair was out of place. "There, can you move freely?" |
Tav flexed her limbs, feeling the decadent pressure of the well fitted harness clinging to every curve so very perfectly. It was strange to have something on her body yet feel more undressed than she had moments ago. "It feels just fine. What next?" |
"Next," Haarlep instructed, "you must make yourself comfortable on the bed. Appear entirely disinterested, no matter how you feel when he walks in through his little door." |
"Wait, where will you be?" She asked over her shoulder, even as she walked towards the bed. |
"I, Little Rat, will be hidden until the time is just right." They noted the look that crossed her face, as they began to walk away. "I will be |
, do not worry. He will not be permitted to go too far. Now, do remember everything that I taught you. I will give you the voice to speak to him, but you must use my body if you want to take everything from him. If you do well, I will make certain that you are well rewarded~" |
"Yes, Haarlep, anything you say." |
Tav clamped her hand over her mouth in shock, the voice had risen from her without her permission. |
she thought to herself as she laid upon the silk sheets to wait for the master of the house, |
maybe I will do exactly what you suggested and take my own reward. |
Raphael put the last of the papers in order, replacing the books upon their properly secured shelves. Plans of this magnitude were exhausting, and required meddling with powers that made even |
And of course, that little Harlot had been up to something again. He felt it, of course, but at least this time they had known it wouldn’t be quite as inappropriate timing. Not that he would let his displeasure be any less evident. |
Truth be told, when he left, he |
- despite the vile implication of the word - that Haarlep would be bored and do something about it. The master of the House of Hope himself had been agitated since the Little Mouse had crept into his |
bedchamber and allowed |
His brow furrowed. Haarlep had played him like a lute, plucking every string like a bard whose sole talent was to get on his every last nerve yet leave him frustratingly fucking |
. He wasn’t sure if it was the anger at his authority being disrespected or the excitement at what might be waiting that lit the fire under his feet, but he certainly picked up the pace as he locked the door to the library vault, stepped past the protective barriers, and waved his dimension door into place in front of him. |
He took just a moment to smooth down the silks of his shirt, inhaling deeply to fill his lungs deeper with rage before stepping back into his home. |
"What took you so long?" |
Tav spoke, in Haarlep’s voice, in their feminine body. Her wings were spread out behind her, tail flicking slightly with mock agitation, as she swirled wine lazily in a glass barely bothering to look over at the new arrival. Just like Haarlep told her. |
"I can take as long as I wish, |
And why, may I ask, have you chosen |
body tonight?" He walked over casually, sitting on the other end of the bed. |
Tav’s heart quickened a little, it was...different, to see him like this. |
"Technically, it is |
body, so I may decorate it as I wish. Or were you hoping I might have a different look for you to try out? Something decidedly more... |
She was suddenly glad that her skin was already bright red, the implication they made whilst speaking for her, from her... It was almost as exciting as the reaction she saw from Raphael. |
," he snarled, just a little too emphatically to be believable, "that would mean you made a |
with her and I gave you no such permission." |
"You didn’t?" Tav blurted out without thinking, but Haarlep quickly covered for her. |
"Why would you though? I wasn’t aware you thought so highly of yourself that you would |
permission to do what I like in |
"Well, out with it then. What is it that you’re up to?" Raphael glared at her. |
Even with his human form’s eyes, Tav could feel the hellfire burning within him. For a horrifying moment she worried that he might see through her guise, but he merely raised an eyebrow awaiting the reply. "Wouldn’t you like to know." She replied, her own obstinate streak leaking through and thoroughly enjoying the visible bristling in her sparring partner. |
Ah, this might actually be fun, to turn the tables... Alright, Haarlep, I agree. This will be its own reward. |
"Are we going to bicker all night, or do you have a point you’re going to reach eventually?" He was on the line between boredom and rage, the exact time that Haarlep had told Tav to step up the game. |
She drained the rest of her wine, offering him none and putting the glass on the table with a languid motion. |
"Undress. I tire of seeing your pompous silks hiding your body from me." |
Haarlep added the words to her voice, the air of command coming so naturally from the sultry tones of the Archduchess’s form she wore. "Take your time, Archduke, entertain me as payment for keeping me waiting." |
He hissed, the lines in his forehead deepening, but he obeyed like it was the most natural thing in the world. Tav watched closely, careful to maintain her air of indifference, as Raphael stood from the bed and began to loosen the fastenings of his finery. It was hardly the sultry display of a stripper, but Tav had missed the sight of him in their last...encounter...so she fully intended to savour the look of him. She licked her lips absent-mindedly as the top of his chest revealed itself to her. |
"Pent up tonight, are we, |
?" He continued to glare obstinately, whilst still doing exactly what had been asked. It was clear from the strain of the silks below his waist that he was entirely enjoying being ordered around, a realisation that further excited Tav. No, she would not be needing to steal a kiss from Haarlep to enjoy |
It was almost comical how many layers, ruffles, and clasps had to be undone and cast aside before Raphael was even |
naked. However, when his trousers finally slid down to his ankles there was nothing left beneath. Well, nothing except- |
"On your back, if you please." |
Tav’s mind blanked for a moment, not quite registering Haarlep’s next commands as they left her disguised lips, the memory of |
him returning with a startling clarity. Her borrowed cambion tail swished behind her of its own accord. |
"I thought you were complaining this was too dull, human form, laying comfortably-" |
"I didn’t say you would be comfortable, |
." Tav hissed, finding her own thoughts surprised her once again. She stood, moving to the side of the bed, looking for the items that Haarlep had set aside for her. The gag, of course, would not be needed. No, she wanted to hear every decibel of his reaction to her, and she did not mind hearing his voice one bit. |
"And you will remain in that form until I tell you." |
Haarlep added to the order whilst she pulled out what she wanted, reminding Tav that she had the choice of when to have him change for her. |
"Not using your magic today, I see? What, too tired to bother?" Raphael glared, even as he lay prone, naked, and completely at her mercy. |
that much effort? Know. Your. Place." She brought her tail down like a whip on his inner thigh, eliciting a prolonged groan. Her aim was far from perfect, the limb still feeling foreign to her, but she was still delighted by the response. It made her bolder as she knelt on the bed above him, savouring the feel of the leather cutting slightly into her thighs and how small he looked beneath her. She stretched out her wings and dangled the leather cuffs before him. |
Raphael remained silent, not giving her the satisfaction of a fight now, simply waiting. That would not do. She whipped her tail around again, striking somewhere far more sensitive and eliciting something close to a yowl from the previously proud and composed fiend. But he did not use the word, his word, the one Haarlep had told her was just like her own. He did not want her to stop. |
"Do not think to bore me, Archduke, or I shan’t bother even with this much, and you shall remain unsated." |
Haarlep’s warning resounded clearly, even if Tav had no intention of following through with it. However, it seemed to have the right effect. |
"Whatever happened to romance?" he growled, giving her the slight satisfaction of a fight as he pushed his hips up towards her. |
"I didn’t give you permission to touch me |
" she purred, leaning down to put her lips to his ear as her hands worked the buckle of the strap viciously tight around his first wrist, "you will have to prove to me that you want it, that you can |
it, and then I might |
giving you what you want." Her blood burned hot, almost like the body she inhabited was truly what it appeared to be, and relished the strained noise that escaped his throat as she bit his earlobe. |
"You," the sound came from between gritted teeth, "are playing with fire." |
"Water just isn’t as fun." She whispered into his ear, securing the second strap around his wrist and pulling it almost cruelly tight. The cuffs were attached together by a sturdy metal ring connected to a chain. A chain which she yanked sharply upwards to test her control on his arms. "Well, |
isn’t there something you want?" |
He strained his neck towards her as she sat back, keeping her lips just out of his reach, delighting at how hard he tried. His legs tried to seek purchase on the bed now too, desperate for any skin contact, but she denied him once more. "Bitch," he seethed, "you always have to have it |
way, don’t you?" |
"And that’s why you like it this way, Archduke." |
Haarlep responded through Tav, as she hooked her feet over his legs to pin them down beneath her. "Aren’t you bored of always trying to win?" That time she wasn’t sure if she was playing the part, or genuinely asking for herself. Something she quickly corrected by remembering what Haarlep said before. "Isn’t it more fun when you |
"It might be nice to see you lose, for a change." He muttered this time, straining at the bonds that held him as Tav traced along his jawline with a taloned finger. |
"Perhaps you just might," she mused, more to herself than for his benefit. She had very much enjoyed losing herself to the pleasures Haarlep could bring, but |
... This is what she wanted more. |
He was the one that would endlessly tease her, never dignifying her with her true name, only ever the nickname. She brought her tail down on his hip, drinking in his gasp as she dragged her teeth along the edge of his ear. |
He was the one that would flirt and try to seduce her with his mannerisms, peppered with hints of cruelty and threats. She let her lips brush past his, delighting at how he whimpered at being denied so much as a chaste kiss when she pulled away. |
He was the one that would constantly push her closer and closer towards a contract that clearly had too big a catch to agree to. She gripped his throat with a taloned hand, pushing his head onto the pillows as she rolled her hips to grind on his thigh. |
Who has control now, Raphael? Grand Archduke of Avernus, swaggering around like you own the place, and look at you. Putty in my hands. I could break you if I wanted to, but this... Oh this is so much better. |
Haarlep was watching closely, carefully concealed, and utterly |
They hadn’t imagined they might draw this side out of the Little Rat, and once again resolved not to underestimate her in the future. She was...inspired. Clumsy, perhaps, but she was finding her footing, and they were impressed. They held a little toy in their hand, wondering how long it would be before it was needed - after all, if she did want to go further, the illusion would be broken if Raphael did not feel what she felt. A replica would be enough, and Haarlep was almost impatient to use it. |
Tav was relentless. Every time she gave Raphael the satisfaction of touch, she pulled back. She kept her hold over him, literally and figuratively, with the carrot and the stick. It was surprising to her, how much she was delighting in drawing out the torment, watching his body react in pleasure to the slightest of touches. Her tail whipped and cracked, covering his human form in tiny welts that radiated their pain like heat. Her lips and fingers caressed, even as her claws and teeth raked and stopped barely short of drawing blood. |
Raphael was utterly enveloped. He seethed at being denied release, strained uselessly at his own feminine cambion form towering over him holding him in place, and fumed at never being given permission to change to his own cambion form. |
"What do you want?" The leather of her crude outfit dragged over him, the brief contact driving him to madness even as she demanded an answer with his own glowing eyes. |
"You know what I want, |
." He kept his pride even as he moaned at the contact when she pressed her hips down over his. " |
, are you not satisfied?" |
"Not until I hear you ask properly. |
" Haarlep interjected through her voice, as Tav had already begun to remove the underwear preventing him from getting what he wanted. She held herself above him, waiting for the response, still gripping the chain attached to his bound wrists in one hand. "Well? What will it be? What. Do. You. Want?" Her own words took over, demanding what was expected, punctuating each with a lash of her tail over bruised flesh. |
"H-" He groaned as her free hand reached down to add to his torment. "I want to fuck you, Haarlep. |
" There it was, the plaintive whimper, the begging, the final nail in his coffin that told Haarlep they had won, every single time. Tav felt her wings, the wings of the Archduchess, quiver in response to hearing that name. A shiver of pleasure, a feeling of deep satisfaction and pride. |
"Good, good...you’ve done so very well, Raphael." |
Haarlep allowed his name to be spoken aloud, Tav surprised to hear it leave her mouth, but knowing these words were also for her. The validation...it felt incredible. |
She shifted slightly and moved slowly, so slowly, drawing forth an extended noise somewhere between a whine and a growl as she allowed him to enter her fully. It was hard to hide her own reaction to feeling him, her borrowed form heating to a fever pitch with her own desire. |
Somewhere, unseen, Haarlep smiled. |
Tav had always imagined Raphael to want control at all times, she had thought that if their dance from her "dream" were ever to continue that he would want to |
. His pride was as formidable as his ego, and he seemed loathe to even consider the possibility of losing. Especially to someone he saw as beneath him. |
She looked down as she began to ride him slowly, drawing out the sensations for them both. |
He didn’t see Haarlep as beneath him. That was clear now. Haarlep was not even an equal. They were the one being that had his respect, his trust, and admiration perhaps. In this room, no matter what words were spoken, Haarlep’s were the final ones. |
Feeling just a hint of that power was intoxicating. |
"More." The wanton moan was another plea, he couldn’t do with just this. He needed |
. Not even permitted his full form, he was desperate for all he might be granted. |
Tav remembered more of Haarlep’s tuition, and brought her tail to his lips, wordlessly telling him her expectations. |
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