#fiendishfinesse

The Archduchess stepped towards Raphael, naked as his name day, bound and tied at the wrists while he sat on the bed, knees and pert little backside up. Just the way he should be. Presented for breeding. Haarlep was dressed in a pair of black heels and a pair of fishnet stockings that stopped at their thighs.

Between their legs stood a thick leather rod, strapped around her hips, erect and eager to enter the devil's tight little entrance. But first, a she-devil must get their little toy all worked up and ready for such a thick, mighty rod.

"Positively eager," Haarlep chimed, all confidence and dominance as they slapped Raphael's exposed rump with a flogger, the leather strips leaving red welts in their wake. She did it again before she put a knee to the bed, turning Raphael's face by pressing the flogger to a cheek. Yellow eyes looked at brown, the Archduchess' lips curling to a wicked smirk.

"Are you hungry, my dear puppet?" Her eyes fell to the fake phallus that stood at attention before his eyes. "You're about to have a feast, my dear. But first, we wouldn't want that lovely little backside of yours to feel like an aching virgin, would we? Open your mouth, darling, make it nice and wet so when it slips inside you, it won't be so agonising."

Haarlep didn't give Raphael any time to protest, as the incubus pressed the hard phallus into his lips and shoved it down his throat, holding him there by his hair, now clutched into her fist.

it  sends  a  thrill  through  her,  the  way  he  says  it,  almost  a  purr.  oh,  she  feels  as  though  she's  trespassing  in  lion's  den  unprepared  for  what  awaits,  but  she  doesn't  venture  empty-handed.  she  still  has  her  wits  about  her,  so  she  may  well  need  to  teach  him  a  thing  or  two  after  all.  alara  smiles  at  her  private  little jape. she can't help but tease.

( especially when words  are  their  battleground, the one place she might hope to equal him, &  sparring  comes  second nature  by now.  more  than  this  entanglement  does,  even  if  it  was  her  that  changed  the  terms of this doomed affair, determined to know the devil you know  in all ways before negotiations concluded. )

too late to turn back.

so, she doesn't. instead, alara leans into it, into him & all his heat, pressing a kiss to his pulse before finding the shell of his ear. she's already a little breathless, but pleased that she still manages to sound a little smug, regardless. ❝       i  wasn't  aware  instruction  was  something  you  needed.       ❞

she's playing with fire by pulling back just enough to look at him, but neither can she resist seeing just how he reacts, whether he's amused or annoyed, or somewhere in between. he's not hard to read.

but he is hard to resist. caught  in  the  dark  look  in  his  eyes,  years  of  cautionary  tales  spur  her  heart  to  a  relentless  gallop.  they  certainly  hadn't  prepared  her  for  finding  herself  wrapped  in  his  embrace,  although  he's  everything  one  might  expect from a devil  –  cloying  in  his  sweetness,  beautiful  &  red  &  undeniably  dangerous. 

&  somehow,  for  reasons  she  can't  entirely  account for,  he  wants  her. 

like  this,  apparently,  though  she's  not  so  sure  he  doesn't  want  her  dead, too.  she  can't  be  sure  of  anything  with  him  that  isn't  spelled  out  on  parchment,  especially  his  intentions.  only  that  he  has  ulterior  motives,  as  she  has  hers. 

you  know  what  they  say:  no  risk,  no  reward.

❝       very  well,       ❞  she  says,  smile  growing.  she's  got  an  idea, & there's  something  thrilling  in  knowing  he's  going  to  hate  it,  but  may  comply  anyway  for  the  promise  of  closing the  contract  she  dangles.  she's  already  swallowed  her  pride,  calling to him, time  to  see  if  he'll  choke  on  his. 

so,  instead  of  taking his  hands  & dragging them to  the  golden  clasps  of  her  dress,  her  hands,  splayed  against  the  hard  planes  of  his  chest,  gently  push.  down.  she  hasn't  got  the  strength  to  force him,  but  even better that it's entirely his choice.  will  he  kneel?

❝       i  always  find  when  learning  it’s  best  to  start  from  the  ground  up.       ❞