BadPillow's adventure!

Haarlep rolled their eyes for the third time that day.

They applied oil on their hands and rubbed them together, a dejected sigh escaping their lips.

They got on the bed on top of the mortal, cracked their knuckles, and began kneading said mortal's back.

"I hope that sound doesn't mean you'll kill me." Tav said, their voice almost muffled with the sheets beneath them.

"I have every right to do so, little mouse." Haarlep half-hissed and half-purred at Tav's ear as they massaged their back. "But, you're here now. So I suggest you close that pretty mouth of yours and let me do my work."

Having a partnership of sorts with Raphael, Tav had the liberty to move freely within the House of Hope. And in Haarlep's disappointment, the mouse actually kept their word not to touch or pilfer anything, especially the contract they have with the Master of the House.

The Incubus have waited so long for this annoying mouse to make a blunder. Anything to make them stop visiting.

But, the deed was done. The mouse was able to steal the Crown of Karsus with their sticky, dainty fingers and had successfully delivered it to Raphael. Naturally, the Devil was exceedingly satisfied.

Now, Tav took it upon themselves to increase the frequency of their visits to the House of Hope.

But what do they do, exactly?

Nothing too extraordinary. In fact, they just lounge around the Archives, reading stuff. And when they get tired of that, they talk Haarlep's ears off to oblivion.

They're not particularly doing anything out of line.

And the worst part of it all, Raphael has warned, no... threatened Haarlep to not kill or even steal Tav's form. The Devil had made himself clear by almost ripping their wings in one of their wild Boudoir activities. Clearly, Raphael has grown very fond of the mouse, enough to attempt murder in their honor.

Haarlep was mortified when they heard a delicious moan coming from Tav as they unraveled a knot in their lower back.

"Oh, that feels good!"

"Stop that, please." Haarlep scolded, feeling both annoyed and most definitely proud of their handiwork.

"They were not wrong when they said Incubi are good masseurs." Tav ignored Haarlep's words and let out another unapologetic moan as another knot vanished under the Incubus' expert hands.

"You must have gone through horrors so unimaginable to have a body lacking of such... care." The Incubus lowered their head and went on massaging Tav's shoulders, their fingers working their way to relax the stiff muscles. "Do you know I could twist your neck in a heartbeat?

"Or better yet, do you know I can give you a death so pleasurable, you won't even know how you died?"

Tav hummed, eyes closed, clearly enjoying all the care the Incubus was providing them. "I know you will not kill me."

Haarlep hummed in return, the corner of their lips twitching in a weird sadistic smile. They applied pressure on a sore part of Tav's back, earning them another moan, louder this time.

"Hmm, you have such a delicious voice, little mouse. If only you could give yourself to me..." Their right hand went lower to where Tav's lower back dips, caressing their smooth skin, their sharp claws ghosting just above the mouse's bottom...

All of a sudden, Haarlep felt the hair on their back stand. The wind, though still warm, went down a few degrees. They felt someone staring at them from behind.

And when they glanced behind them, they saw...

"Your charms won't work on me, Haarlep. It can only work on one person, and that's not you." Tav brazenly announced as a satisfied yawn escaped their lips, not noticing when a figure that was much heavier than the Incubus took over its position on top of them.

The mouse waited for a snarky answer, and when there was none, they shrugged their shoulders and buried their face in the soft pillow.

It suddenly went silent, and the only thing Tav could hear was the relaxing sound of running water from the pool nearby. It unnerved them, but when they heard a bottle being opened above them, they relaxed a bit, thinking that perhaps Haarlep had just gone to fetch some oil.

Tav smiled, took a deep breath...

... and inhaled the strong scent of palmarosa and pepper.

His scent.

"Who can charm you, then, little mouse?" The Master of the House whispered too close to Tav's ear as he basically poured the cherry-scented oil all over their back. Their bare back. It sent shivers of fear... and arousal, down their spine.

"Oh, no..." Tav whined in their head, feeling their heart rate shoot up when they heard Raphael's low chuckle, realizing they had spoken the words quite loudly.

The Devil, having assumed Haarlep's position, grinned wickedly and swiftly seized both of Tav's wrists, forcefully stretching them to the headboard.

Tav sensed an unusual twinge in the depths of their abdomen and instinctively drew their thighs together in an odd reflex.

Raphael's hands gently met Tav's skin, initiating a soothing massage across their back.

"Now, who gave you the assumption that Haarlep would simply provide you with a little service? Quite naive and careless of you to think that an Incubus would not want something in return for this, little mouse."

Tav was about to voice their defense when Raphael suddenly made a move on their back, prompting a moan to escape their lips.

The little mouse closed their eyes and bit their lower lip, feeling their cheeks flush hot in embarrassment.

"Are we not going to talk?" Raphael, who clearly sounded like he was vastly enjoying himself, asked, feigning ignorance. "Very well, I very much prefer to work in silence."

The sensations that swept through Tav's mind as Raphael massaged their back were unbelievably intense and profoundly relaxing, bordering on sheer pleasure.

Yes, Haarlep was very good with their hands. Raphael on the other hand...

Tav bit the soft pillow beneath their head in a weak attempt to stop another moan from coming out.

As much as Tav hated to admit it, they couldn't help but think Raphael was far more skilled at this. His rough yet gentle hands moved in ways they could only dream of, unraveling all the knots and stress accumulated from the many battles they had fought a few days prior.

Tav was fighting so hard to keep their moans from escaping, and they were doing it quite fairly.

Until the Devil's fingers reached the sides of their plump breasts.

Tav, in sheer agony mixed with pure ecstasy, moaned against the pillow, feeling something hot, wet, and unfamiliar between their legs.

Raphael stopped massaging Tav, and they felt a pang of disappointment piercing their heart.

But, why...?

"Did I hurt you, little mouse?" The Devil asked, his voice so tempting. So seductive...

The mouse shook their head, unable to speak lest all their pleasures spill from their mouth and betray their true feelings.

"Shall I stop, then? It seems you're in pain."

"No!" The answer came out of their mouth like a raging waterfall.

Raphael lowered his head, his mouth almost brushing against Tav's earlobe, his hot breath fanning the flames of pleasure within them. "Do you, perhaps, enjoy my work? Hmm?"

"Y-yes.."

"I can't hear you, little mouse."

"Yes! I do enjoy it, Raphael."

"Good." The Devil stroked Tav's hair and placed his hand, this time, on their lower back, almost close to their bottom. "I will not have it any other way."

What happened next was a whirl of sensations that drowned Tav's mind in pure bliss. They grabbed the headboard with both hands. And finally acknowledging defeat, they raised their head and let out a long, sweet moan that sounded like music to Raphael's ears.

They thirsted for more. They knew the Devil was teasing them, touching all their sensitive parts then letting go when he realized they were enjoying the touch far too much.

Raphael has given and held back.

He gave Tav a new experience, something that was infernal and yet very stimulating.

It felt like they just shared a forbidden fruit...

An hour has passed. Tav could not smell anything but Raphael all over their body where his hands explored. No skin was left untouched, and no sound of pleasure was held back.

Tav felt satisfied.

Feeling such a total mess between their legs, they took the sheets and gingerly covered their body as they faced Raphael. But, he took it from their hands and pinned them against the bed.

They were, once again, at the Devil's mercy.

His eyes drinking in the sight of Tav's delicious, naked body, he spoke, his voice laced with unbridled passion and repressed longing:

"You haven't answered my question.

"Who can charm you, dear sweet little mouse?"

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