I B I S

some prompts exploring the affectionate side of lust. mature audiences only; do not interact if you are a minor. add +reverse to reverse the roles. combine prompts by sending multiple at once. only use these prompts to portray consensual scenarios.

[mwah.] sender kisses receiver slowly, keeping their mouths joined even while moving inside them.

[stroke.] sender gently runs their hands through receiver's hair during sex.

[nestle.] sender buries their face in receiver's neck, planting kisses against it mid-fuck.

[safety.] sender and receiver experiment together as friends.

[held.] sender intertwines their fingers with receivers while having sex.

[steady.] sender holds receiver's trembling hands down gently against the sheets.

[comfort.] sender makes love to receiver after a rough day.

[borrow.] sender wears receiver's shirt/sweater while they have sex.

[confession.] sender murmurs "i love you" against receiver's skin.

[tease.] sender peppers kisses at receiver's stomach before dipping lower.

[worship.] sender worships receiver's body / chest / thighs / arms / back with touch, kisses, and praise.

[tender.] sender gently traces their fingers along receiver's scars.

[guide.] sender moves receiver's hand where they need it most.

[check-in.] sender pauses every few thrusts to ensure receiver is handling things okay.

[grind.] sender ruts against receiver through their clothing.

[first.] sender, being more experienced, guides receiver through their first time.

[cup.] sender holds receiver's face in their hands and kisses them tenderly.

[hurried.] sender hikes receiver's clothing just far enough to push inside of them.

[savor.] sender deliberately slows their rhythm, intent on lasting as long as possible.

[vice.] sender holds receiver close while finishing inside of them.

He demanded because he'd earned it. She hadn't a clue the pressures that devils faced, nor the oppression when it came to their stringent rules and laws. She may have been a cambion, but she was of demonic ancestry. The Abyss had no rules. They had no pressure. They were chaos incarnate, whereas the Hells were all but place, status and hierarchy, and if you stepped a toe out of line, demotion was awaiting you.

Death was a kinder blessing, for every devil feared demotion more than anything else.

When she challenged him with a clack of her horns, Raphael had half a mind to press back, but he was disturbed by her rebellious nature and stupid bravado.

Demons...

He took a step back, waving his hand dismissively. "You would like that, wouldn't you? And I expect nothing more from a demon." He spoke the word as if it were bile on his tongue. "Your concept of the Nine Hells is disturbingly inaccurate, though if they educate your kind in the Abyss, I would be coloured surprised."

His tail flicked in annoyance. "Straight to the gory, a fight of claws and teeth. Naturally, that is your way of life. Here, we do things differently. We have tact. We have structure. We have rules." He stuck his nose up as if that made him better than her--and it did in his opinion.

"Oh yes, I could punish you without any consequences. I could hang you from the walls, I could have your innards plucked out, I could do anything I desire... But if you believe that I have not earned such privileges, you are sorely mistaken."

As Raphael pulled away from her challenge, her shoulders slumped in disappointment, eyes rolling as her tail smacked the ground in irritation.

"Ugh! You are SO boring!"

He was right of course, Ibis had no understanding of how the Hells worked and it frustrated her that he was right. The structure and rules were completely alien to her, and it still puzzled her why anyone would bow to another based on words alone.

As she glowered at Raphael for ruining her fun, she was reminded of why she was here in the first place. She needed to escape the Hells to reach the prime material. A feat she would never achieve if she continued to poke and prod the only devil who didn't kill her on sight.

Her frustration melted away as the thought occurred to her. In an instant, the fight she was begging for was forgotten as her posture righted, her face taking on an inquisitive expression. She looked at Raphael with genuine curiosity, as if she was trying her best to understand.

"Hm...you say that demons and devils are so different but I don't think that's true. I follow orders by those I know are more powerful than me. Don't you do the same?"

Ibis's head tilted, her brows furrowing as she worked her brain more than she usually would.

"Those...what are they called...archdevils? They are all powerful and made these rules didn't they? You only follow because of what they could do to you. Not so different from why I follow my own orders."

Her gaze trailed over Raphael, analyzing his posture, his outfit, and his expression. Ibis could see the muscle hidden behind fancy clothing. He certainly had the capacity to fight if he desired to. And yet even when she angered him he defaulted to words.

"The only difference I see is you're kind prefer words while mine prefer might. A much more boring choice, but I can't argue that it seems to work somehow."

Maybe she should pick up a book, if only she could read...

"Come now," Ibis placated, though her grin was no less shit-eating, "You haven't even heard what I have to say. Maybe I just wanted to get to know Zariel's new...asset."

In truth, Ibis was playing with fire by speaking with Karlach. She should have been keeping a low profile, if it got around that there was a demon skulking about the impenetrable citadel....well, Ibis would be nothing but a skid mark on the pavement.

It was only by the grace of her cambion nature that she was able to skirt past the guards. It had taken a lot to get to this point...Ibis needed to be careful.

"Why don't you at least hear me out? We may have more in common than you realize..."

She continued to march through the crowd - passing by dozens of building crew constantly working on the many walls around the 'city'. It was all dull noise to her at this point.

"Maybe I need to say it in Infernal to get through your thick skull - oftc aoo!" She snarled. "Why would I have any interest in what you have to say? So far up your own ass you can taste your own shit, are ya?" She insulted as she kept pushing through. Some shifted out of her way - recognising her rank inked upon her skin and knowing to whom she belonged to.

The insult slides off Ibis's back like blood on a lemure. She was used to being treated like dirt. Though it stung her pride a bit to be cast aside so fervently by the mortal.

"Oh we are not the same at all, I won't bullshit that to you."

Ibis grunted as she bumped into a devil, hissing back at it as she hurried to catch back up to the tiefling.

"But we have a common goal you and I," Her voice became hushed, leaning closer to the tiefling as she kept pace with her rushed movement. "I take it you don't want to be in this stinking cesspit do you? You're home is on the material plane, or am I wrong?"

This was a huge gamble Ibis was taking. She only hoped it wouldn't end up with her back in the pit of the Abyss.

Ibis cursed under her breath, darting to take cover behind the jagged rubble that littered the landscape. How had she been spotted so fast!? And here she thought her stealth had improved over the years...

The momentary irritation left her as her ears pricked. Though not her first language, she'd grasped the devil tongue after years of living and dying in Avernus. But this dialect was unfamiliar to her...

...which of course meant that this WAS a high ranking devil! Possibly some sort of envoy from another ring.

Her tail flicked with excitement, this was her chance!

With the grace of a panther, Ibis emerged from behind the rubble, languid and slow. Her massive wings made for an imposing silhouette, framing her robust body in the blazing Avernus light.

"Lost, are we?" she purred, voice rich and deep with an unmistakable Abyssal rumble. "That's a dangerous situation to be in, little devil...don't you know there be demons about?"

Body taut like a bowstring, Ibis's eyes never left her prey's, staring him down with the rapt attention of a predator. She could already feel the primal urge to rend, rip, tear into this devil, to forego keeping him alive to satiate her bloodlust.

A shiver washed down her spine as she took a shaky breath in to calm herself. Focus. You need this prey alive.

"You're in luck today devil! I happen to be in a merciful mood. Why don't you stand down and surrender yourself to me all nice like. Wouldn't want to lose your head now would we?"

when the cambion emerged he turned to properly face her, and it was certainly an intimidating scene. if he was younger maybe he'd even take a step back, but among the many things he lost his mind was probably in the list. he blinked at her, holding back the wince that wanted to form in his face. this is going to delay me.

the staring he could do without, but he was used to being glared, ogled, stared at as a prey. a piece of meat. he learned to listen, to let the devils talk all they wanted, and wait for the unspoken permission to talk. for his turn in the unending chess game that was living in the hells.

The lack of reaction from the devil made her face sour. No fear, no pleading. Just pliant surrender.

Boooorringggg.

"Ugh! You don't even want to put up a little fight? Fine, makes this easier I guess."

With a flap of her wings she's at his side in an instant. She grabs his wrists and folds them behind his back before looking around frantically for something to tie them with.

Really should of thought this out better.

"Ehhh you ain't gonna run are ya? I'll kill ya if you do. Just follow me like a good boy and you'll make it out of this alive."

Knocking his shoulder with her own, she moves past him, looking back expectantly for him to follow.

"Now! Who'd pay a pretty penny for your safe return? I know you gotta be worth something if you're out here on your own. Don't lie to me."

"Come now," Ibis placated, though her grin was no less shit-eating, "You haven't even heard what I have to say. Maybe I just wanted to get to know Zariel's new...asset."

In truth, Ibis was playing with fire by speaking with Karlach. She should have been keeping a low profile, if it got around that there was a demon skulking about the impenetrable citadel....well, Ibis would be nothing but a skid mark on the pavement.

It was only by the grace of her cambion nature that she was able to skirt past the guards. It had taken a lot to get to this point...Ibis needed to be careful.

"Why don't you at least hear me out? We may have more in common than you realize..."

TW: Yandere; Implied Kidnapping; Threatning (Violence; Noncon)

Avernus was an unforgiving landscape, the rough terrain scraping against the pads of Ibis's bare feet. She'd been trudging through this literal hell hole for over a month now, evading devil patrols as best she could. It was boring and tedious Ibis much preferred a fight, but it was a necessary precaution.

After falling to many a devil blade, forced to reform in the depths of the Abyss only to crawl her way back to Avernus again…she'd learned to be more cautious.

Despite her previous failings, Ibis's resolve was resolute.

She WOULD get to the material plane, no matter the cost.

Movement caught Ibis's eye in the distance. A green spec, moving out in the open.

A lone devil. All alone. With no back-up.

Perfect.

A vicious grin tore across the cambion's face, her body laying low as she prowled towards her new found prey. A devil isolated from it's pack was a rare find, usually traveling with an entourage of underlings and muscle to back them up. If this one was so confident by themselves…that must have meant they were high ranking. Valuable.

Fighting against devils directly had not worked out thus far…perhaps ransom would work in her favor.

Amay stood in silence for a second, scanning the horizon in front of him from where the portal had left him. He was used to moving around, his day to day was constant traveling for useless tasks that could be done more efficiently if anyone cared to read his own reports, but he was stuck in the 'unskilled labor' bracket of Cania. So now, here he was, sweat gathering in his brow as the sudden change in weather hit him because he was nowhere near where he needed to be. Would it kill the wizard to at least pay attention to where he was sending him? Or was it under someone else's orders that he now had to walk in this unforgiving heat?

At least he left his furs behind.

He straightened his back, squaring his shoulders and wiping the sweat off his face with the back of his hand. Though his skin didn't agree to it, the longer he walked in this climate the more he felt some kind of relief deep inside him. Like a knot he had carried his whole life was unwinding, a weight on top of his lungs was thawning.

Like many other things in his life, he decided to not give it much thought and shut it out in a locked cabinet in the depths of his mind. Something for later, thought later was closer to never.

The hairs at the back of his neck stood up and he thanked the distraction for a brief second. He stopped in his tracks, a hand over the leather bag where the paperwork was. His eyes, bright and yellow with specks of orange dancing across, pressed to the edges of his vision.

He readied a spell, but with his little training he decided to at least give 'diplomacy' a shot. The infernal dialect of Cania could not be beat out of him, though there was a hint of something else hanging at the edge of his intonation. Something older. Something else for later.

"I hope you're here to give me directions."

Ibis cursed under her breath, darting to take cover behind the jagged rubble that littered the landscape. How had she been spotted so fast!? And here she thought her stealth had improved over the years...

The momentary irritation left her as her ears pricked. Though not her first language, she'd grasped the devil tongue after years of living and dying in Avernus. But this dialect was unfamiliar to her...

...which of course meant that this WAS a high ranking devil! Possibly some sort of envoy from another ring.

Her tail flicked with excitement, this was her chance!

With the grace of a panther, Ibis emerged from behind the rubble, languid and slow. Her massive wings made for an imposing silhouette, framing her robust body in the blazing Avernus light.

"Lost, are we?" she purred, voice rich and deep with an unmistakable Abyssal rumble. "That's a dangerous situation to be in, little devil...don't you know there be demons about?"

Body taut like a bowstring, Ibis's eyes never left her prey's, staring him down with the rapt attention of a predator. She could already feel the primal urge to rend, rip, tear into this devil, to forego keeping him alive to satiate her bloodlust.

A shiver washed down her spine as she took a shaky breath in to calm herself. Focus. You need this prey alive.

"You're in luck today devil! I happen to be in a merciful mood. Why don't you stand down and surrender yourself to me all nice like. Wouldn't want to lose your head now would we?"

But upon hearing the once lively tavern grow quiet and eyes set on her, she faltered. Glancing around, she took stock of her surroundings. Far too busy for her to properly deal with this snake. She'd need to go along with whatever he had planned, she couldn't risk getting sent back down to the abyss after just clawing her way out. After all, this tavern was not her target.

Failure was not an option.

In an instant, her body relaxed, wings tucking neatly behind her. "I suppose I have grown hungry. If it's your pockets paying for my meal I'll happily oblige."

She sauntered to the chair opposite of the fiend, plopping down while propping her feet up on the table.

The cambion’s smile didn’t so much as twitch at the sight of her dirt-caked boots defiling oak. A long-suffering sigh escaped him, like an adult witnessing his walls being finger-painted by a toddler.

“A vulgar concern for the desperate. Order whatever your heart desires. My pockets are deeper than the Abyss from which you’ve so gracelessly crawled.”

He leaned forward, elbows resting on the table, poise a stark contrast to her slouch.

“However, I must confess, this display of. . . ” His gaze swept her from the bottom up “. . . rustic charm, makes me wonder: what purpose does it serve here?” 

His eyes sharpened, slicing through the pleasantries like shard of glass as he gestured vaguely to the lavish space around them.

“And how many mortals can you take at once?”

She wasted no time in flagging down one of the staff, pointing to items on the menu that looked to be the most expensive. The more zeros the better the food, right?

Honestly, she didn't need nor desire the food. But the annoyance that radiated from the devil across from her was just too satisfying to play with.

"Purpose? Well, why are any of us here in this chaotic unruly world of ours? Could I not have simply desired the atmosphere of such a delightful establishment?"

At the next question, her smile sharpened into a shit-eating grin. "My my Mr. Prim and Proper, inquiring about a girls nightly habits? You dog." A shrill piercing laugh erupted from her chest, apparently finding her own joke quite amusing.

"Ahh but you meant in a fight, right?"

She moved her feet off the table and leaned forwards, her posture reminiscent of a snake about to strike. "As many as I'm put up against. I don't falter, I don't fail. To fail is to die for beings like us."

Her head cocks to the side in an eerie motion, looking every bit the curious predator she truly is. Her eyes seemed to dilate as she appraises the devil before her.