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Raphael’s lips and tongue caressed the tip of her tail, leaving it slicked and ready as she moved it back and sought entry, still a little clumsy as she tried to guide it in with her hand whilst still riding him.
"Stay still, Raphael. Soon."
Haarlep commanded, the last word as an instruction to Tav.
He gasped as the "Archduchess’s" cambion tail penetrated him, pressing and flexing, moving to find the exact point he needed-
Ah, there it is.
She savoured the way he moaned beneath her, breathless, desperate, about ready to let go at any moment...except he had been commanded to remain still, by the one voice he could not refuse. It was almost cruel, but some things were worth the wait.
She stopped her hips from moving for now, sliding her free hand between her legs to pleasure herself, teasing out the kind of orgasm that he was going to feel, pulsing, convulsing, gripping every inch of him as she was overcome with pleasure. Then right before the moment the climax could build to that shockwave, Haarlep gave one final command from Tav’s lips.
Just as the spasms of a hundred nerves and muscles began to cascade through Tav’s body, she felt something beneath her,
her, changing. The expansion nearly drove her into a frenzy, and it was all she could do to hold the concentration for the spell that held her disguised form as the cuffs broke and Raphael finally moved of his own will.
All the impatience, the teasing, drawing out the experience whilst denying him time and time again, it boiled to the surface. This was a side she hadn’t expected to see, but it delighted her. He gripped her hips with now free hands, using the leverage to slam hard into her over and over, selfishly pursuing his own release whilst inadvertently giving her everything she desired.
She gripped his cambion horns, now standing proudly like a crown from his head, and pulled him into the kiss she had denied him before. She felt the need to devour him whole whilst being devoured, giving in almost entirely to a reality far more satisfying than any time she had dreamed of this.
But even as they found release together, cascading headfirst into a shuddering bliss, she knew it wasn’t
that he wanted.
that filled the room with his roar of pleasure.
that had easily brought him to his knees.
that teased every sensation from his body.
that shook in the afterglow, not
that withdrew from him still slick and glistening, not
that tasted of cherry and ash-
"You were wonderful,"
Haarlep spoke through her again, voice low,
"if you’re not done, I have a treat for you..."
Tav wasn’t entirely sure who the words were for, but she could feel a new rise from the cambion beneath her, in more ways than one. She sat back from him, taking at least a moment to get her breath as she reclined against the foot of the bed. She tried to keep up appearances, knowing Haarlep would not likely tire from anything less than a week long orgy, but it was difficult.
Taking control was exhausting, the power that flowed through her had almost felt terrifying, yet even now it was hard to stop her legs shaking as she desperately desired
Tav was glad that Raphael had his back to her when he turned to face Haarlep - well, not
Oh you devious bitch,
 she thought as she looked at her own true body stepping into view, dressed in the exact same silken outfit that Raphael had conjured for her within her dream,
I should’ve known you’d pull a trick like this.
Haarlep put on an excellent show, looking apprehensive, yet refusing to flinch as Raphael’s own cambion tail flicked wickedly through the air. They would no longer be providing her words, either, but there would be no need for now.
"What in the hells are you doing here, Little Mouse? And precisely how long have you been lurking in the shadows?" He demanded, wings stretching out in a display of attempted intimidation even as he was sat entirely naked and glistening with the evidence of their recent actions. It would have looked absurd, had it actually been Tav stood there defiantly.
"I was invited," Haarlep replied in Tav’s own voice, perfectly replicating her every mannerism with ease, "and I thought you would find it rude of me to turn down an invitation from your own hand."
Tav spat in her mind, but nevertheless deeply intrigued by the way Raphael reacted. This show was entirely for her benefit, she realised. She was close enough to see every little muscle twitch, the way he leaned just a little closer, how his arms moved just subtly to hide his growing arousal from the Tav standing across from him.
she relented in her mind,
I will thank you later, Haarlep...
you choose to respect social etiquette? You still ignored my second question, Little Mouse, exactly how long have you been there?" He was visibly bristling, but once again his anger blended beautifully with lust into an intoxicating cocktail. Tav understood exactly why Haarlep had planned all of this now.
"Long enough." Haarlep-Tav smirked, putting a hand on one hip to accentuate how the dress clung to the lines of their body, her body. "Is this what you wanted, Haarlep?"
Shit, now I have to-
"It fits you very well indeed. I must say he has fine taste, Rat, to keep that dress in your exact size." Tav played her part as best as she could now, working out exactly how best to rile up Raphael further.  
"Of course, if you don’t want me here, I can just leave." Haarlep began to turn away, forcing Raphael to act.
"Wait." He snapped, altogether too quickly to deny his interest in her beyond this. "If you wanted to leave, you could have done so before. What is it you really want?" He wove a swift spell in the air, a Zone of Truth settling around the faux Tav unexpectedly.
, the real Tav realised,
they can’t lie now, only avoid the truth, which will make it more suspicious.
"I was interested." Haarlep replied, carefully turning back to face Raphael now as he stood up almost uncomfortably straight, no longer caring about how much of him was revealed.
"Interested doesn’t cut it. What do you want with
, Little Mouse? Is
what you desire? I can draw you out a contract in short order, if you’re that
" His tail swished more behind him, the mixed emotions fighting for control. Anticipation, frustration, and...the horrifying realisation that it was all coloured with the disgusting tone of
"I do not desire a contract from you." Haarlep replied, truthfully both for themselves and their portrayal of Tav. "What is it that
want, though? You could’ve sent me away the moment I stepped into view, and yet there you are, keeping me right where you want me."
"You insolent-" Raphael stepped towards her, tail striking the floor, "how
you presume to know what it is that I want!" He passed the barrier into the spell’s area now, glaring down at them.
"Are you sure you can deny it now,
?" Tav cut in from behind them, still reclining in the form of the Archduchess, seeing the perfect opportunity to slide the blade of her words between his ribs.
"I-" Raphael halted, the spell choking his lie. "You devious little- What is your game here, Haarlep?" He turned on his heel, while Haarlep gave Tav a loaded wink from where they stood behind him now.
"I was bored," Tav replied simply, "and so were you. This sounded like an entertaining idea. Do you disagree?"
He faltered again, another question he could not answer without a level of honesty he was not ready to embrace. Behind him Haarlep wrapped their arms around him, caressing his chiseled muscles. "Come on, now, why don’t we have a little fun? I would love to dance with you
this time. Don’t you want to be with me?"
How much does Haarlep know about that dream?
Tav didn’t have much time to consider the implications, immediately distracted by the hint of a groan from Raphael as Haarlep began to toy with his chest. She flinched, however, when his tail struck Haarlep’s rear. She
it, just as surely as if she were wearing her own body. 
Haarlep simply grinned at her with her own smile. 
recoil when I-"... The realisation dawned on Raphael at about the same moment Haarlep shifted to their masculine form, strong arms now securing the master of the house in place, their hand holding his chin in place to force him to really look closely at the Archduchess he had just slept with.
"Why don’t the three of us work this out, on the bed." Haarlep growled, now in their own voice, pressing against Raphael’s back while raking his chest with their claws. "We can have so much more fun now our toy is ready~" They caught Tav’s eye. "But don’t you lose your concentration just yet...I have always wondered what he might feel like to be utterly surrounded by
Raphael bit his lip as Haarlep twisted his arms together in front him, securing them with a swift spell. Mending, with a little extra power to it, welded the broken cuffs into one piece, binding his hands clasped together in the twisted appearance of a prayer. Another gesture and a silent Mage Hand deposited a collar with a chain attached into their hand.
"Don’t. Move." Haarlep whispered directly into his ear, causing the cambion’s wings to shudder as his incubus secured the collar around his neck like some kind of pet. "Wait." They commanded, an unspoken command of quite the opposite also given to Tav.
She sat up now, the first part of the game was over, but she still had an act to maintain. She stretched lazily as she stood from the bed, reaching the peak of her height, all three now technically reaching the exactly same scale and yet...Raphael looked
between them. Tav stalked towards him and raised his chin towards her with one claw, as Haarlep began to kiss his shoulders. "Tell me." She spoke directly into his eyes with her own command. "Tell me that you want me. I will not touch you if you do not agree."
Raphael groaned at the conflict, the desire clear for all to see, but unwilling to allow the Mouse to catch the Cat...and yet... "Fine." He relented, realising it mattered little when she had already taken so much of him that night, willingly given.
"Not good enough,
," Haarlep growled into his ear, "use your words, like a good
"You absolute-" Raphael’s complaints were silenced by a pair of tails striking him in tandem. "
Little Mouse, and you better not disappoint me."
The echo of power and control he tried to cling to was barely a whisper when he was so utterly trapped between two hedonistic deviants drunk on lust, but he had done what was asked. Tav grabbed his horns and pulled him in to a kiss, finding her tongue met with the same fiery passion and a strangled moan when Haarlep bit down on his shoulder.
His body was entirely theirs, his desire for them both clear and emanating from him like the heat of Avernus itself. Tav took the chain that Haarlep passed her, pulling Raphael towards the bed. She walked backwards, tugging him along with her by the collar around his neck, until she was sat back on the bed with legs apart and waiting.
Haarlep followed her lead and shoved the bound cambion to the ground, now truly looking like a heathen in prayer - hands bound and in the pose of supplication, knees on the floor ready for worship, entire body rigid with anticipation. "Go ahead," Haarlep looked to Tav, "take everything you want and more. You have
Looking down at Raphael on the floor, Tav felt another rush of intoxicating power. The permission and praise from Haarlep tipping the scales just as they intended. She pulled the leash, dragging his head towards her, thrusting his face between her legs with a single word to command him. "Eat."
It seemed the selfishness could be tamed out of him well, as the cambion did indeed follow the instructions. He even nudged at her thigh with his horns, silently suggesting she lift her legs over his shoulders to bring him in closer. She followed the direction, holding his shoulders tightly between her knees.
Haarlep took a moment to appreciate the sight. It was utterly
Seeing the Archduke bent double, face buried between the thighs of his own female form, for once giving pleasure without being able to feel it in himself like he could if it were Haarlep laying there with his tongue thrusting within them.
Their favourite little Rat was playing so beautifully, too, her gasps and moans with the voice of the Archduchess bringing a new level of excitement to them, erasing the last of their patience as they decided how to join in.
Raphael’s moan from between Tav’s legs was the most wanton noise she had ever heard. She glanced down and saw exactly
had drawn the sound from the lips that were still working hard to quicken her own breath.
Haarlep was on the floor behind him, one hand wickedly pulling the cambion’s tail, the other between their own legs just beneath the dress that had torn when they transformed...and their face was pressed right up to Raphael, clearly applying their own tongue with a level of skill that could impress a professional brothel.
Raphael’s wings shuddered above him, stretching out as if to seek some kind of purchase to hold on to. He could feel everything from Haarlep, even as they touched themselves he felt their fingers caressing, pulling,
Tav’s own cambion tail had been beneath her when she sat on the edge of the bed, which she now realised gave her a unique position as it brushed against Raphael’s torso unexpectedly. It wasn’t easy to use the foreign limb, but she was going to make the most of it whilst she still could.
Raphael groaned again, the two seeming intent on tormenting him until the end of his days, but he could not ask for
...until he felt the false tail of his little mouse begin to caress him. The extra sensation of touch grasping his length even as Haarlep worked its twin with a skilled hand was almost entirely too much. 
"No," Haarlep intoned from behind him, "no, not yet." They quickly secured the leather strap at his base, tightening it to prevent his release. "Earn it."
Tav closed her eyes in ecstasy. There was nothing in this room besides red skin and hot passion, the blood in their veins turning to pure lust, undiluted desire pulsing through them all as they were connected mouth to body, skin to skin, drowning in bliss. As the only one with her tongue not currently completely occupied, she gave voice to their collective experience.
The halls in the House of Hope echoed with the feral howl of cambion lungs screaming out a climax that had Korilla checking her hair for pieces of the ceiling. She frowned at the archivist, who simply shrugged, assuming everything was proceeding without unwanted incident. He silently handed her a scroll that would bar further sound from leaving that unholy room, the unspoken understanding that this could last a few more hours yet and they did not have any desire to hear it any longer. The distance between the rooms should have been more than enough, but apparently the incubus had gone completely feral.
The sheer intensity and power had shaken Tav to her core, and her grasp on the spell’s concentration melted away as the aftershock continued to pulse through her, the leashed cambion between her legs still working his tongue with an unhinged greed.
He could have devoured her, as her skin tone paled from the crimson tone, overpowered her as the tail and wings vanished around her, taken back control as the boost of strength from hardened muscles softened to her usual level. But he did no such thing.
Instead, as Haarlep relented from their own work on him and dragged him up from between her thighs by his horns, Raphael only looked at her with a quiet expectation, a longing, and a new level of desire as he considered the far less familiar body of the elf on his bed. 
As an answer to the piercing gaze, Tav pulled the collar’s chain once more, pulling him close as she sat up now to reach his lips. She could taste herself on his tongue, hot, sweet, mingling with the cherry smoke that emanated from his very being. She wanted to devour him, and to be devoured in return. When they broke for breath, she caught Haarlep’s eye, realising they had been stood slightly back watching the two of them, idly massaging Raphael’s cambion tail.
"Well," they said, pausing to bite Raphael’s shoulder to remind him who was in control, "I believe that
has indeed paid his proper respects to you now. Don’t you agree, Little Rat?"
Tav could only nod now, seeing the shift in power now that she no longer bore the incubus’s form. She wasn’t even certain she could stand if she needed to, her legs quivered from the lingering tension of the control she had held with such thrill. She could have been drunk on that feeling alone, but it could not last forever. They had risen the fire in his eyes to a raging inferno, and now, as he would have said had he the presence of mind remaining to do so,
"down come the claws."
Raphael looked down at her, the Little Mouse,
Little Mouse... Her pale skin was flush with pleasure, hair a beautiful mess above eyes that almost glowed as she looked back at him. Perhaps he should punish her for having the audacity to participate in this little trick, perhaps he should deny her anything she ever asked of him, now or in the future. Perhaps he should just end her right now as she sat helpless, breathless, gazing at him with a pure lust that made his breath catch in his throat.