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Tav was letting out moans of pleasure with increasing frequency and loudness. She was getting stoked higher and higher, feeling she might combust. She arched her back as his cock hit a spot inside her. "There!" She gasped.
He angled his hips to hit that spot just so. "That’s it my little spitfire. Give me your pleasure." He rolled his hips into hers causing a loud keening noise to escape her. "You look so good when you give yourself over to me. Think you can come for me?" He moved his hand down to tease her clit with blunt fingers.
She moaned feeling hotter than she had ever felt. "Yes, Please!" Tav spasmed around him as his fingers touched her swollen sensitive clit. "Oh gods Raphael!"
He smirked knowingly. "The gods aren’t here making you feel such bliss." He lightly bit her neck gauging her reaction. She arched harshly almost levitating off the bed. He bite her harder as he continued at a steady pace.
"Raphael!" She was shocked to find that the light pain only accentuated her pleasure. She let her head fall back allowing him more access to her pale throat. He growled in her ear causing a full body shiver to make its way through her violently. He released her throat.
"You test my restraint." He snarled picking up the pace. "I have wanted to taste you since we met." He confessed as he continued to fuck her. "I want to see you riding me one of these days. I want to see your perfect breasts bounce and feel your walls quiver around me." He felt her walls do just that. "Yes! Just like that. Perhaps one day you will take me in my true form. Let me claim you fully as myself wife."
She swore her eyes rolled to the back of her skull. "One day sure." She agreed lust drunk.
Raphael seemed smug and massaged her clit. "Come for me again wife." He felt her release coat his thighs and groin. He groaned filling her with himself. He thrust a few times through the mess he’d made inside her. "Tav." He moaned her name.
She shook with the aftershocks. He gently pulled out causing her to feel bereft without him there. Tav felt herself getting pulled into his warm, strong arms. She relaxed completely. Perhaps it wasn’t so bad. She kissed him gently. "I’ve never come so many times before. I feel complete." She rested her head in the crook of his neck.
He chuckled softly and stroked her bare back and pulled the covers over them. Her breasts were pressed into his chest. "You will know nothing but pleasure when you are with me little raven." He remembered how she had reacted to the idea of rougher sex.
She looked up at him. "I thought sex was supposed to hurt the first time."
"Not if done right Tav." The devil murmured softly. "Rest. We can always do it again in the morning if you are so inclined."
She grinned at him. "Perhaps. I might be too sore however." She could indeed feel soreness in muscles she had never used before.
Raphael chuckled softly. "Take all the time you need."
Tav was finished with her book finally and ready to practice the spells she’d learned. She took a deep breath and began to move casting in quick succession. She wasn’t unaware of her audience. Raphael had a particular presence and she rather enjoyed it now. She loved the way he touched her. It was clear he had centuries of practice. He could play her body like a lute. She kept going until she was almost out of spell slots and took a breath. Raphael approached her then. "That was an exquisite display." He smiled kissing her. She chased his lips with her own. He chuckled loving how much she had opened up to him since they had sex. He was correct that his little spitfire would grow to like the arrangement. He felt a summons from Korilla. Someone apparently was requesting an audience with him. "It seems we have a visitor. Come, as lady of the house you should join me. See my work."
She thought about it for a moment before taking his arm. "Alright. I have been curious." Tav walked with him feeling soothed by his presence. They walked into the room. Her smile turned downward. "Father." She gripped Raphael’s arm tighter.
Enver Gortash almost looked relieved to see his daughter in one piece. What did he expect her to be? Dead? "My heart. There you are. I was wondering if you would come home." He was ignoring the devil. He had an air about him: desperation she realized.
Her scowl deepened. "No. You sold me to a devil for power. Fuck you." She could feel Raphael radiating power. She let him go and stepped into the space more fully. "AND you were thinking of marrying me to Lord Thorn? One who’s wives never last more than a month due to being beaten to death!?" She was raging now. "I don’t know what is more insulting. That you used me for power or that you were almost guaranteeing my death!"
He waved his hand. "A mistake I am willing to correct." He grinned at his pissed off daughter. "I can pay for the marriage to be annulled."
She could sense her husband’s rage and walked over to him wrapping his arms around her so he wouldn’t tear this fool into a thousand pieces, yet. "He has treated me better than you ever have. He is caring, attentive. After mother died to cholera you have been nothing but cold and cruel!" She felt her magic being fueled by her rage. Necromancy bubbled at her fingertips. "Leave my house before I let go of my devilish husband and let him tear you apart for breaking the contract you had with him by asking for me back." At her father’s shocked expression she smirked. "He let me read it in its entirety. He hides nothing from me." She leaned up to kiss her pissed off husband. "All I need do is ask."
Enver backed up seeing rage settle onto Raphael’s face. "Leave and I might ignore the breach of contract. She is mine by both the laws of man and Avernus. I have already taken your daughter’s virtue with her own approval I might add. She came to me willingly." He purred the words with unconcealed lust and anger in his tone. "But you didn’t seem to care when we made the contract knowing I well would." Enver felt his face twist into disgust.
Raphael let go of his love and approached the foolish man, gaining soul charges. He towered over Enver Gortash. Gortash for his wisdom knew when it was time to retreat. He snarled. "Keep her then. She was nothing but trouble with her temper. Never a willing child." He left.
Tav had never seen Raphael like this. She walked up and gently put a hand on his wing. He snarled a bit before realizing it was her. He allowed himself to go back to his regular devil form. He turned and kissed her. She relaxed as he did. "He’s gone Raphael, my husband. I am still yours." She allowed him to embrace her. "I am not going anywhere."
Raphael kissed her shoulder soothing himself with her scent. "I apologize. I never meant for you to see me like that." He breathed. Slowly he regained his human form.
"Do not apologize. My father was being an idiot. He knew what he signed when he gave me away." Tav leaned up stealing his lips in a kiss causing the anger to drain away from him. "Come with me." She knew a surefire way to get his mind off her father for now. She led them to the bedroom and had him remove his shirt, boots, and get on the bed. She went to the bathroom to grab the lingerie she’s had Korilla order for her. It was a flimsy silk nightie with sheer fabric. She knew it only covered her important bits. She walked back into the room and saw his eyes immediately darken with lust. "I’ve been thinking Raphael. You spoke of me riding you the first night we shared together." She approached the bed and was pleased when he didn’t reach for her. He gripped the sheets like his life depended on it. The red nightie was something he could easily shred.
"You play a dangerous game wife." He almost growled the words. She felt a full body shiver go up her spine.
"You’ve always enjoyed my boldness." She straddled his swiftly rising, clothed cock. "What better way to get revenge than to allow me to defile myself by fucking my devilish husband?" She spoke the words possessively. "You are as much mine as I am yours. I refuse to be below you. I belong at your side."
Raphael groaned at the feeling of her rubbing against him. Her words shot straight to his cock. "Yes my love." He ran his hands up her exposed thighs. "I need you." He pressed his erection against her as she kissed down his chest. "Are you sure I’m the devil of the two of up little raven?" He groaned when she settled between his leg and began unlacing his pants. "What are you doing- Oh!" She took him into her mouth experimentally. He fought the urge to thrust into her warm mouth. "Watch your teeth." He warned.
She met his honey brown gaze and took him as far as she could before gagging and coming up. She swirled her tongue around the head trying and teasing her devil. "You taste good." She licked her lips before taking him as far as she could again. His hips twitched as he groaned her name. She was rather good at this for it being her first blowjob.
He threaded his hand through her hair. "Take me as far as you can and rest there, breathe through your nose." He let out a noise of pleasure as she did as he instructed. "Suck. Oh hells, I need you to suck." She did it and moaned as some of his pre-come touched her tongue. He let out more noises that sounded so sinful. She deemed her was ready for the main course and pulled up off him. She grinned at him.
"Pretty good for a first time sucking cock." She crawled back up his body. "Go on. Tear these flimsy things off me. I know you can." She put his hand on her pretty red panties. "Go on. Unwrap me." Raphael snarled doing just that, devil form rising to the surface with his overwhelming lust. He made his pants disappear as well. She rested her wet slit against his cock grinding there for a second. She gasped when the head caught her clit. She looked at him with hooded eyes. "Which form do you want me to ride beloved?" He shifted fully and let his wings flare out behind him.
"I need to see you impaled on me. You should be able to control how much of me you take little raven." She nodded at him and ran a hand up his large ridged member. It was mostly human shaped but there were bumps there that were purely infernal. She wondered how they would feel inside her.
She held him steady as she let the tip enter her willing body. Tav moaned as she slipped down his significantly larger cock. She wasn’t sure she could take the stretch but to her surprise she ended up flush with him. "Oh- I’m so full!" She writhed. "Didn’t think I could take all of you." She met his eyes.
Gold met green and his were glowing with demonic lust, and was that pride? "I knew you would. You must have been made for me." He held her hips still a moment. "Fuck, I was right. You look so good like this."
She shivered at the way his words touched her. "I need to move. I need to feel you." She moaned.
He released her hips and let her get moving. She began slowly pulling herself up and down the large member. She finally got her footing and started to take her pleasure from him. She moaned grinding on him between thrusts, letting her clit rub against those infernal ridges. She braced herself on his chest. Tav let her eyes fall shut as she moved.
Raphael was pleased to see her writhing on his cock like a pro. He let his head fall back as he watched the temptress in his lap. If only her father could see how she begged for his devilish cock. Perhaps he would bring up the idea of punishing Enver with dreams of his daughter impaled on Raphael’s cock. The devil ran his hands up Tav’s thighs. She moaned at the heat. "That’s it. Use me for your pleasure. I will come no matter what you do. Being inside you is one of the greater pleasures I have ever known."
She cried his name, coming on him from the way his voice caressed her ears. "Raphael!" She felt pure pleasure racing through her veins. She felt like she was on fire. She kept going chasing another peak. Raphael thrust up hard as she slammed down. Tav keened feeling multiple orgasms rush through her at once. She almost collapsed from the pleasure of it and Raphael knew her stamina was low. He flipped them over.
"As pleasurable as seeing you in my lap is, you are flagging. It’s my turn little raven." He began to fuck her, hard. She screamed having not expected it. She wasn’t unhappy with the change though. Tav arched into it, letting him feel her approval. "Fuck, you like it when I unleash my inner beast on your little body do you? Rest assured, I will abuse this knowledge well Tav."
She was unable to do anything as she screamed herself hoarse. She was reduced to senseless babble at his pace. For such a well worded woman to be reduced to incoherent speak was quite the accomplishment. Raphael felt her come hard for him. He slammed inside filling her with much more of himself than he did the last time. She cried out almost sobbing her pleasure as he fucked them both through their ends.
He stilled, still inside her quivering body. He rested his forehead on hers, horns bumping into her. "You didn’t use the watch word. I am so proud of you little raven." He had told her to say peach if she was too overwhelmed during sex. She hadn’t used it and he had abused her delicate body.
She shivered as she felt more cum spill inside her. "I trust you. You have kept your word to me. Even though you were seething at my father, you calmed down before touching me." Tav smiled feeling like she was floating. "Feels like I’m floating on cloud 9." She stroked his hair and subtly squeezed his cock with her walls. He grunted dangerously and kissed her shoulder.
"Minx." He growled.
She leaned her head back on the bed. "We should discuss how we should deal with Father’s breach of contract. You put that clause in that he couldn’t ask for me back." Tav felt Raphael pull out of her body, cum dripping from her well used slit. "Does he lose that power entirely?"
Raphael nodded. "Yes. So he sold you for nothing since he went against contract." The devil chuckled a bit. "I have another idea as well." He laid back on the bed with her in his arms. "How about we let him have one nightmare. He was properly disgusted by the idea of me claiming your delectable body." He stroked her face. "Why not give him graphic details as to what his daughter is capable of?"
Tav thought a moment. "Hmmm. You could do that? Make him dream about us?"
She let a slow grin form on her face. "Let him see how I got you to calm down then. After all, what is worse? A devil absolutely claiming your daughter, or your daughter claiming the devil for herself?" She traced idle shapes on his skin with her nail. "What do you think?"
Raphael stroked her hair. "I think you are a devious vixen. I shall do it forthwith." He snapped his fingers setting their plan into motion.
Gale’s been losing sleep lately. Not to say he hasn’t felt restless since his first nights landing in this mysterious and all-too green part of the Sword Coast: he missed the luxuries of his own bed, with his only company of Tara, who’s paws barely made a sound throughout the night. Now, he finds himself tossing and turning behind the thin fabric of his tent, the habitual night owls making their rounds around the campfire, playing games and speaking,
, about the day’s events. He begrudgingly wonders why they couldn’t speak of this earlier, perhaps over his dinner, as he moves to put yet another decorative pillow over his ears to disperse the noise.
"Hah!" A particularly loud laugh penetrates through anyways, Karlach’s feet stomping on the ground close to his camp as she makes her way towards the beach. Soon after, a hurd of feet follow like a stampeding flock of elk, and out of pure frustration, he throws the pillows off his ears and shoots up straight, now sitting in a huff. He didn’t even realize sweat had started to accumulate on his velvet tunic until the cold breeze of night blew gently behind him, causing a small shiver to shoot up his spine.
"Gods, save me," He grumbles temperamentally, having to stop himself from stomping outside in such a sour mood, ratting out all of his companions. He’d only known the lot of them for less than a tenday, and as much as he started to trust the group (well,
of the group), he still didn’t think it right to stomp on their good fun.
He tries once again to settle himself into his bedroll, nowhere near as soft as he’d like it to be, and ponders casting Silence over his tent to grant him temporary reprieve and peace of mind. He thinks of the logistics, like how long it would stay up should he fall asleep, if he can maintain concentration throughout his rest... However, as the trepidation of stampeding feet shakes the ground beneath him once more, the group making their way back to the campfire, he finds himself no longer being able to find any sort of peace in his tent. He pulls himself onto his feet, irate, and throws open his tent flaps, revealing the moon high in the sky and not
companion trying to sleep. Instead, they’re circled at the campfire, on its last legs with only a spark of fire still left blowing, laughter abound. As he made his way closer to the fire, he heard them debating over the logistics of a goblin fight.
He also notes that Astarion is nowhere to be seen.
"Oh, I could easily take 15!" Karlach insisted, one foot on the rocks lining the campfire, her leg unbothered from the heat. In a passing hypothesis, Gale wonders if she is the reason the campfire has yet to go out.
"I truly doubt that!" Wyll stammers, goblet in hand and a flush radiating from his now devilish skin. "Believe me, we have been all but struggling in vain at the gnolls, insolent and unintelligent creatures! The goblins, on the other hand–"
"You are not about to say that
are intelligent creatures!" Shadowheart bellows a hardy laugh from the depths of her lungs, hand over pale chest as she throws her head back. She, too, seems to be drunk off of wine, as Gale spots a goblet resting next to her ankles on the forest floor.
Now slightly embarrassed, Wyll continues in a means to defend his point. "Well I do believe that they are of some meager intelligence– they worship a God, they have the ability to speak–"
"So do some Ox, it seems." Lae’zel chimes in, standing a good step away from the campfire, arms crossed in discontent. Her eyes, however, gleam with a certain shimmer of amusement. Wyll looks around, finding himself quickly losing the battle amidst their peers, and a newfound urgency emerges from him, searching for someone to rush at his defense. In that same moment, he meets Gale’s eyes and latches on.
"Gale, my good friend!" He says in a sort of friendliness you can only achieve through drunken stupor. "Back me on this, will you?" Gale cocks an eyebrow, irritation ever-present due to his lack of beauty sleep.
"Wyll," He greets with a tight smile and tense shoulders. "As much as I would love to join this clash of wits, no doubt just as great and important as our prior battles, I simply came out here with a humble request of quiet." Gale bows his head slightly, mostly to hide his clearly frustrated grimace.
"Ah," Wyll looks up at the sky and a wash of realization spans his face. "I failed to realize how late it has gotten!"
," Gale insists, though it most certainly was not fine. "I simply wish all of us a good night’s rest. Who knows when we’ll next find ourselves with a peaceful night." His last comment came out darker than he intended. The mood shifts at the campfire, and Gale realized he had cast SIlence with no magic at all.
"Go easy on the poor souls, Gale," A familiar voice hummed behind him, so close to his neck that he could feel the cold breath tickle his ear. "They were only having a bit of fun," Astarion places a hand on Gale's shoulder before pushing past him and into the circle the group had found themselves in. Astarion glowed with a small flush, too, and Gale knew exactly what that meant– he had just come back from a hunt.
"Now, what’s this I hear about
?" Astarion mused, and Wyll jutted in with his argument before anyone else could start, speaking on the intelligence of goblins. Once again, the group bursted into their frenzied debacle over how smart the goblins are, and just how many Karlach could fight at once. Gale pinched his brow, and started to turn over to his tent to reset his restless night over again from the top, when he caught a glimmer of red eyes staring at him. He met the gaze, and Astarion shined with a shit-eating smirk. With a huff, he let his irritation-ridden face peer back at the spawn before slamming his tent behind him (well, as close to a slam as one could get with tent flaps.)
Now back at square one, he decided upon a bedtime story, choosing instead to wait out the drunken shouts and murmurs outside. With a small twist of his fingers, he summoned Dancing Lights, the dull yellow sparkle lighting his tent as he flipped through the borrowed,
stolen books he had collected over the past few days. Picking through the lack-luster piles of worn, leather-bound pages, he went with a book painted a dark burgundy color, the title faded and spine broken through the waves of time. The pages were worn, cracked and splintering in the corners, and he couldn’t help but take a deep whiff of the inside, letting the smell of a good book drown out the noise better than any decorative pillow could. The bedroll wrinkled under his folded legs, crossing them with careful precision as his flexibility was not what it used to be. A small grunt escaped him as he finally dropped his full weight onto the forest floor, leaning his back on the small crate he had behind him, storing his general bits and bobs. Now decidedly comfortable, he placed the book gently in his lap, opening the page and reading the title,
The Mysterious Woes of Sune’s Son.
Not even 20 pages in, and he realized that this was not at
the book he thought it was. Simultaneously, he thanked and cursed himself for not reading the pages of the books before stealing–
– them. He blamed it on the party’s need for speed during times of looting and plundering, not letting him accurately gauge the books he picks up. But, his newfound stubbornness left him continuing to power through the words.
"My angel..." The son of Sune whispered gently into the elvish ear of the maiden, caressing her cheek with a graceful hand. With his other hand, he trailed down her blouse, expertly untying the knots of her corset.
"We can’t," Alaine, the maiden, cried out in pleasure. "My father wouldn’t allow it..." She looked down at the floor, but he took her chin with his index finger and thumb, forcing her to face him.
"My darling," He continues. "We’re meant to be."
Gale almost doesn’t want to admit the blossoming warmth he felt in his abdomen. Growing restless, and almost out of options with falling asleep besides consuming a Potion of Sleep (which, before you ask, he did already try to search for– turns out it was harder to stumble across than you think in the wilderness), he shamefully moved his hand ever so slowly towards his growing erection.
Just a little bit,’
He hummed to himself, tucking his nose further into the book, letting the voices of the night trickle away as his focus turned towards the trashy romance. "
Palming the outside of his pants, he felt his cock twitch at the rough words. Pull, ache, twitch, the words dancing in his mind as his imagination ran wild. He pictured the maiden, the son of Sune, the godliness of it all– he was no stranger to the sin of the Holy, and that fact grew ever present as he started to picture himself and his lady, Mystra, in place of these faceless characters. Taking her in his arms, feeling her Holy presence like holding the sun itself, her magical scent intoxicating, every touch felt like lightning, and Gale felt himself starting to leak with precum at the thoughts.
Shame dissipating and reintroducing itself as lust, he now confidently dipped his hand underneath his waistband, fisting his cock with practiced precision as a shivering whine escaped him. Using his precum as lubrication, he flicked the tip with his calloused thumb, picturing his old lover doing it for him, caressing him gently from behind and leaving electric kisses on his jaw, neck, collarbone...
"They were only having a bit of fun..."
Eyes now firmly closed, his lady was starting to shift and shiver in his mind, the kisses losing their electrification and starting to feel
"Go easy on the poor souls, Gale..."
Gods, no! His face crinkled and he tried to bring back his old lover, trying to remember her scent, her taste, but all he could feel was a cold breath on his neck as the vampire spawn firmly placed himself in the wizard’s mind. Teeth dragging wantonly against his neck, cold hands leaving whispers of gentle touches on his chest, abdomen, and hips. Gale was now painfully hard, and he pictured the cold hands of the spawn grip the base of his cock, stopping him from his need to release.
Astarion’s white hair tickled his cheek as he raised his mouth to his ear. "
You have to beg for it, first."
Gale squirmed underneath his own touch, letting out a string of pleads, shamelessly begging the air for just a little more. Punishing himself, with no one around but a raunchy book and a wild imagination.
"Please," A final, whimpering plea from Gale, said with his eyes firmly closed and his legs now widened to make room for his sinful behavior, knees bent towards the sky. His hips twitched in the air, matching the thrusts of his hands, but without a command to will it so, he stopped himself from his growing release. "Please please please please..."
The voice, a mixture of Mystra and Astarion (or perhaps them both speaking at once), commanded. And he happily willed it into reality, letting the tides of pleasure wash him away as he groaned in ecstasy. His cock twitched as his release spilled out onto his velvet tunic, a final gasp for air entering his body before he felt the exhaustion of the day finally catch up to him. Blood rushed in his ears, pumping the last of the spike of dopamine through his blood, and he sighed a dreamy, tired sigh.
Thoroughly relaxed, his head hit his pillow with a sanguine thud. The last thing he felt was a tingling feeling on the back of his neck, and though his sleep-addled brain thought it but a breeze, the dancing lights glimmered back into red eyes.
Gale think over last night’s activities as he bathes in the creek. It was a reasonable time of morning, the sun already risen and breakfast already made. He found, however, that their party had decided to continue their festivities through the night, catching up on their rest far into the morning. He doubted they would be up for another couple hours yet.
Blessing and a curse, he notes, as he has the morning to himself to bathe in the creek. Cursed, however, to think about how his night had ended. Just what did that smirk mean? Was Astarion trying to mess with
specifically? They hadn’t talked much, mostly speaking in battle-terms as they planned their attacks or in group conversation, with a tease or two thrown his way. This was far from out of character for Astarion– he messes with everyone during their conversations on the road. But why specifically target him last night? Was he even intending to do that?
And why, Gods, did he think of him during the night?
Evidence of his misdeeds found themselves strewn out on the beachy sands, his tunic laying in the beaming sun after being
scrubbed by a rough-textured rock. Thankfully, you could barely tell what stained the shirt, even though velvet is a particularly hard nut to crack when it comes to stains. He cursed himself again for last night’s activities, blaming his delirium on lack of sleep. He usually wasn’t one to cast such intimate scenes into the waking world, even when he was taken in by his goddess, choosing instead the pleasure of others over himself. The most action he’d ever gotten previously by himself was when he woke up in a puddle of his own fluids during the night, no doubt a work of his cursed imagination and the freedom of a dream. Those sort of selfish pleasures were generally unheard of in Gale of Waterdeep’s time.