#raphael smut

With a nod, you got back into position, palms against the wall before you opened your mouth wide and took in the toy. Inch by inch slid into your mouth, making sure to keep your tongue flat. You had gotten fairly used to this part, the real problem coming when the tip of the dildo started to slide down the back of your throat.

As soon as you felt your first gag, you gasped as Caleb suddenly increased the pressure and continued to push you forward. But it didn't feel like it was his hands and when you looked up, you saw that the man had in fact placed both hands against the wall too- almost like he was balancing which meant:

The fucker was pushing your head forward with his knee!

"Take it. Take it. Come on. You can do it." Caleb growled, kneeing the back of your head while firmly pushing you forward. Unlike Sylus using his hands, you felt zero give against Caleb and had no choice but to go along. You continued to gag, eyes watering as the dildo slid down your throat more and more, until finally- finally- you felt the cold sensation of the wall against your lips.

You did it! You finally did it! You took down the whole dildo!!

"Good girl! There we go~" Caleb cheered as he took his leg away, allowing you to pull off of the fake cock. You heaved and gasped, taking in air and coughing, your lungs aching from the many attempts so far. You looked up and glared at Caleb, the man simply snorting as he pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket. He squatted down beside you, immediately starting to clean up your drool with his hanky.

"Don't look at me like that." he whined fakely, his free hand holding your head still from behind as he wiped up your mouth, "You did it, didn't you?"

"That she did." Sylus said proudly, his hand shamelessly wrapping around the saliva covered toy before pulling it off of the wall from where it was suctioned on, "Let's stop here and I'll clean this up. I'd like to use it again later."

You jumped at the 'later' statement, knowing full well what that meant.

"Alright, come here." Caleb said as Sylus walked away, the man looping his arm around your back and under your knees before he picked you up in a princess carry, carrying you like you weighed nothing to him. With a kiss to your head, he started to walk towards the others lounging at the couch. Oh yeah. You were in the living room of your apartment, your boyfriends having come over. How could you forget.

Xavier smiled from one end of the couch, his arms reaching out for you. Caleb gently dropped you down onto the white haired mans lap, Xavier wrapping his arms around you as he kissed your temple.

"Good job, honey." he cooed, nuzzling against your hair, "We were watching. You did so well!"

"Yeah," Raphael chimed in, scooting closer to Xavier on the couch so he could gently grab at your feet, immediately giving it a massage, "Remember at the beginning when you could barely take half of it? Look at you now."

"She's definitely getting better. Soon, you'll be ready to suck us off~" Caleb purred, ruffling your hair before he sat down on a separate love seat.

You huffed, preening under all the attention, "I still think this whole...training thing is dumb." you said, voice hoarse.

"Clearly it wasn't since it took you almost two weeks to even handle the toy." the fifth- and final- voice called out and you turned your head to see Zayne walking towards the group, a glass of water in hand. He bent down once he was close enough, gripping your chin gently before pulling at it. You opened your mouth obediently, Zayne's eyes scanning for a few seconds before nodding and letting go.

"Looks like you didn't hurt your throat this time. Good. Now drink up."

He pressed the glass of water against your lips but you pulled away with a pout.

"I can drink it by myself."

"I know." Was all Zayne said before his free hand cupped your jaw gently before once again pressing the glass to your lips. You huffed but ultimately remained silent as the Doctor tipped the glass, pouring the water into your mouth. Everyone watched as you drank the, Xavier planting sweet kisses to your temple while Zayne hummed once you finished. He wiped away a stray drop of water from your lips before walking back to the kitchen, passing by Sylus who was empty handed (for now). He smiled at you as he got behind you, bending down to loosely wrapping his arms around your shoulders before peppering your cheek with kisses. With Xavier on one side and Sylus on the other, you felt the blood rush to your face, making you feel dizzy from all the affection.

"You did so good, baby girl." Sylus purred, nibbling on your ear gently as you simply mumbled under your breath shyly, "Let's have you deep throat it a few more times before we move on, yeah?"

"Wh- but-" you whined, turning your head to look at the red eyed man, "I thought that was it! I don't need to practice anymore!"

"Do it consistently without hurting yourself," Zayne chimed in, having walked back to the living room, standing beside Sylus as he crossed his arms over his chest, "Then we can consider if you're ready to suck our cocks."

You whined, rolling your eyes in annoyance but you yelped as Raphael pinched your calf muscle. "Don't be bratty." he warned, making you pout.

"But I can handle it! I want to make you all feel good..."

"We know, pipsqueak and that's very sweet of you." Caleb said, his eyes never having left you, "But we're all bigger than that dildo. If you can't even suck the toy without crying, you're just going to get frustrated or hurt yourself when you take us."

"Besides, we don't mind waiting." Xavier said, his voice so gentle, warm breath fanning against your ear, "Your comfort matters more to us than pleasure."

"But..."

"Don't argue." Sylus demanded, making your words die in your throat, Rafayel snorted at your adorable pout, his hand traveling up your legs, his warm touch making you shiver. You pressed your thighs together, Raphael almost reaching them and your movement wasn't lost on anyone. From deepthroating the cock to being babied by them, it wasn't rocket science to figure out that you were needy.

"Aww, how silly of us." Xavier cooed, a hand coming up to your top and teasingly grabbing one of the thin straps before he started to gently pull it down one shoulder, "You've been such a good girl and we totally forgot to give you a reward."

"She does deserve something nice for following her training..." Caleb trailed off, his eyes dilating as he saw the cute flush on your face, gasping as Xavier started to kiss your exposed shoulder. But the contact was soon gone as Raphael grabbed you by the hips harshly before pulling, making you yelp as your position was changed. Your body slid down, your back now resting on Xavier's lap and your head leaning against the soft armrest, the sudden change making your top ruck up a bit and expose your tummy.

"Be gentle with her." Sylus scolded as you were suddenly slid out of his embrace.

"She can handle it." Raphael said with a roll of his eyes, "She's not made of glass."

"Thank you!" you said, "Finally, someone gets it."

"I'm always on your side, cutie." Raphael said, giving you a wink before hie smile turned more hungry, his fingers digging into the waistband of your shorts, "Now lets get these off of you, hmm? I need to taste you~"

You raised your hips with no protest, humming as Xavier started to pet your head, the man seemingly content with having you on his lap despite his usual jealous tendencies. But, as you expected, the others weren't as calm.

"Hey, you got to eat her out last time! It's my turn!" Caleb protested, shooting up from his seat before he grabbed Raphael by the back of his shirt and pulling him off of you and forcing him to stand. The artist hissed like a cat, batting away Caleb's hand.

"If anyone should do it, it's me." Sylus interjected, also standing upright, arms crossing over his chest, "I spent all that time training her today. I say I deserve a treat too."

"You already called dibs on stretching her out with the dildo." Raphael reminded, looking comically short compared to the other two but that did not deter him as he stood his ground, leaving you on the couch, needy. You looked over at the three arguing men, rolling your eyes at their theatrics.

"And?"

"And?" Raphael repeated like it was obvious, "You can't be greedy. That was the rule, remember?"

"Exactly, so I should be the one to eat her pussy this time." Caleb said but was immediately glared at by the other two.

"...Rock, Paper, Scissors." Raphael said, bringing his clenched hand up.

"I'm not playing a game over my right to eat out my girlfriend." Sylus proclaimed with a scoff.

"Fine, then you're disqualified." Raphel said with a flick of the wrist, dismissing Sylus, "Caleb?"

"You're on!"

"Now- hang on a second."

"Oh, so you're joining? Fine then. On three. Rock...Paper...Scissors!"

"Fuck- no wait- best of three!"

"Don't be a sore loser, Caleb. I thought you'd be used to losing by now."

"I'll show you who's a sore loser, crow boy."

"Ouch. I think that was more embarrassing for you than it was for me."

They competition was cut short as a shrill moan echoed through the room. Everyone's eyes snapped over to you only to find Zayne between your legs, the man dragging his tongue greedily from your dripping hole up to your cute clit, your shorts and panties discarded on the floor.

"Hey!" They all protested over each other, but Zayne simply shot them an icy cold glare, giving your clit a kiss before pulling away to say:

"Next time, focus more on her than each other."

Xavier couldn't help but snort, having changed positions so he was now leaning against the armrest of the couch with you sitting comfortably between his spread legs, your back in contact with his front. The position gave him a lot more freedom, especially when it came to pulling your top up so he could grope at your pretty tits~

The other three cursed under their breath but soon calmed down, their attention diverted at the pretty sight of you practically naked on the couch, being devoured by your lovers. Your face was flushed, eyebrows furrowed as your reached a hand down to thread it through Zayne's black locks, gripping onto it tightly as he ate you out.

You tossed your head back against Xavier's shoulder, your man kissing your neck as your body trembled from the pleasure. Zayne was a tease- not because he wanted to torture you- but simply because he liked to take his time. He took slow, deliberate licks of your pussy, his eyes glazed over like he was enjoying a delicious treat. His fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs and he made sure to keep your legs spread for him, his hot, wet tongue running up and down your slit, glasses getting a bit fogged up from the heat emanating from you. He groaned, drinking you down as he sealed his lips over your cunt and started to kiss her, lips and tongue working in tandem to make out with your pussy.

You mewled as the slobbering sound of Zayne devouring your kitty echoed through the air, your hips bucking into his mouth. You could barely focus though as Xavier ran his fingers teasingly over your nipples, his index finger drawing slow circles over your hard bud. Unlike Zayne who took things slow as he enjoyed it, Xavier took things slow to wind you up and make you cry-

A sadistic side to him that you never expected to exist.

"You're so cute, you know that?" he asked as he flicked a nipple, smiling at the way you whimpered, "My sweet honey~"

"She really is adorable like this." Raphael agreed, taking a seat beside you on the large couch that you specifically bought to accommodate multiple people, "I just want to paint your blushing face on a huge canvas, cutie."

"I'd definitely buy that." Syulus purred, standing beside Xavier as his hand gently cupped your face, "And hang it up in my bedroom so I can wake up to your slutty expression every day."

You were about to protest- say anything at all but Sylus quickly silenced you as he bent down and kissed you. You gasped against his lips, Sylus kissing you so sweetly it made your heart feel warm and your pussy gush around Zayne's face. He slipped his tongue into your mouth easily, thumb caressing your cheek even as he aggressively made out with you.

You jumped as you felt a warmth on your nipple, the familiar sensation of a bud being enveloped by something hot and wet. You didn't even need to look to know that Raphael was suckling on a nipple, the feeling of his mouth on your sensitive bud far too familiar at this point. You felt his groan against you, suckling on you like he was trying to milk you. His lips clamped around the fat of your breast, his teeth threatening to bite down as he sucked, each gulp making your toes curl. You barely processed the hardness pressing against your bare ass, Xavier letting out little grunts behind you as you unknowingly ground against him as you wiggled around from the various sensations.

You took a deep breath as Sylus eventually pulled away, a string of saliva breaking apart between your lips only for the man to gently shove two fingers inside your mouth. You looked up at him, eyes teary from the over stimulation but you were only met with dark eyes and an even darker smile, Sylus clearly loving this look on you. You sucked on his fingers obediently, his long digits gripping your tongue and exploring your mouth like it was a casual activity and the nonchalant attitude only made your pussy gush even more.

"How does she taste?" Caleb asked, having walked to the back of the couch, leaning over with his arms crossed and resting on the back as he greedily took in the sight of Zayne devouring your pussy.

"Mmph. Divine." was all the doctor said before he dove back in, making your shriek around Sylus's fingers as Zayne gently stuck his own finger inside you. It slid in easily thanks to how wet you were but you whined as it wasn't enough. You needed more. More. More!

"Let me play with her clit, come on." Caleb said and much to his enjoyment, Zayne seemed to comply. Their agreed upon rule of 'don't be greedy' was in full effect as Zayne pulled away but not before giving your pussy a deep kiss. You were grateful that your view was blocked by Sylus as you knew Zaynes face must be wet with your juices and it would be too embarrassing to see that.

Sylus bent down and kissed you again, not giving you a second to breathe which was just according to plan. Xavier grunted behind you as you body jolted from the feeling of someones rough finger swiping at your poor, sensitive clit, accidentally grinding more on Xavier's clothed erection. Caleb hummed happily as he simply reached a hand down to casually roll your clit around while Zayne slid another finger inside of you. Raphael increased the force of his suckling, the man still nursing on the same nipple while your other breast was in Xavier's hand, being pinched and pulled at mercilessly.

This was too much and yet not enough at the same time- it was killing you.

"Mmph- gonna- hah- gurk!" you gagged as Sylus pulled away just to shove his middle and ring finger back into your mouth, this time really pushing it deep and making you gag. He laughed in your face, loving that shade of red on you as he started to gently thrust his fingers in and out of your mouth in the same pace Zayne was doing to your pussy.

"She's close, boys." Sylus said, knowing what you wanted to say but everyone could tell even without you trying to announce it. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Zayne curled his fingers inside you, digging around for that spongy spot that they all just loved to bully. Caleb licked his lips as he moved his fingers faster, starting to rub your clit vigorously, droplets of your slick flying all over the place and making a mess.

Zayne bit his lower lip as he found your g-spot with ease, the matching cry you let out from the impact almost making him cum in his pants. He hissed at the borderline painful erection in his pants- all the other men sporting the same bulge. Was it difficult to not whip their cocks out and use your body the way you clearly wanted them to? Yes. Absolutely. Probably the hardest (no pun intended) challenge they've ever faced in their lives.

But you were an inexperienced little thing. Their sweet, adorably baby doll and they knew that if they jumped into acts of passion where you had to deal with five men at once, they might hurt you or you might push yourself and your body to the extreme. And so they were training you until one day, one glorious day, you can comfortably handle them.

But having you whimpering, whining and so eager for them always made them second guess their decision.

"Cum for us, pipsqueak." Caleb said, hand almost a blur with his fast he was swiping over your clit repeatedly, "you've earned it."

"Such a good girl. Our good girl." Xavier panted behind you, taking a gentle nibble of your ear as his hands traced down your curved before settling at your hips, gripping down on you tightly as he started to ground his own hips against you more incessantly, "Fuck- I think i'm going to cum too..."

"So easily? Don't tell me you're a two pump chump, Xavier." Raphel teased, finally pulling away from your nipple. Your poor boob was suckled raw, your bud peeking out swollen and covered with his saliva.

"You've been touching yourself while you sucked on her tits. You're probably going to cum before I do." Xavier snapped back and you couldn't help but snicker as Raphael froze, hand on his crotch from where he was groping himself, a look in his eyes like he was caught trying to steal a cookie from the jar.

"...Shut up." the artist bit back before he sealed his lips around your nipple again. Sylus laughed at their mini argument, deciding that he'd rather everyone enjoy your moans as he gently pulled his spit covered fingers out of your mouth. You looked up at him, a sight you were getting fairly familiar with and your eyes travelled lower, down to his erection practically fighting against the front of his pants.

"Down girl." Sylus teased as you stared at his hardness, bringing a handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe at his hand, "Focus on your own body."

"...I-It looked at me first." you quipped, unable to hold back your own huff of amusement at Sylus's laughter. But your huff quickly turned into a gasp as your body started to rush towards its peak. Zayne's finger's inside you- Caleb vigorously stimulating your clit- Raphael sucking on your breasts- Xavier humping you from behind- Sylus looking down at you like you were a treat he's waiting to devour-

"Cumming- ah- ah-- fuck- cumming!" You squealed, body trembling as you were pushed over the edge. You pleasure crashed into you violently, your legs shaking and thighs automatically pressing together but Caleb and Zayne worked in tandem to hold your knees apart.

"Don't fight it, pipsqueak~ Ride it out, baby."

"You deserve it, love. Such a good girl."

Your cunt squirted around their fingers, everyone cooing at you as you climaxed. Back arching, Raphel continued to mouth at your tit, only pulling back a bit so he could see your pleasure filled expression.

You sobbed as Xavier tightened his hold around you, tempering down your wiggling as he gasped behind you, his own whimpers only audible to you as he moaned against your ear softly. He jerked, biting your neck and taking in deep breaths of your scent before he gradually settled down. He must have cum as well if the slight dampness you felt under your butt was any indication.

You whined as you came down from your high, body relaxing and muscles releasing their tension. You mumbled protest as Zayne and Caleb continued to grind their hands against your cunt but they took mercy on you and pulled away gently. You felt your face get warmer at the state of their fingers, their skin pruned from how wet you were- Zayne's hand practically drenched.

But that didn't stop him from taking a long lick of his fingers, maintaining eye contact with you as he did.

Fuck- that made your pussy clench with desire.

If only they would shove those fat, aching cocks of their inside you but-

You almost started to purr as Sylus ran a hand through your hair before he started to pet you, fingers firm yet gentle on your scalp. His other hand was on his hip, a sassy pose that was a sharp contrast to how he was looking at you.

"Good job, sweetie. You okay?"

You nodded, your tongue feeling heavy in your mouth. But as usual, you looked around and save for Xavier and Raphael (who was doing a poor job of covering up his soiled pants) everyone was turned on and clearly desperate for something but-

"Let's get you some water." Caleb offered, straightening up before walking to the kitchen. "B-But you guys are..." you trailed off, reaching your hand out to the brunette. Caleb smiled before taking your hand in his and kissing your fingers, even nibbling on one gently, "Don't worry about us. We'll take care of it."

"But-"

"No buts." Zayne said sternly, "We need to get you cleaned up. After all of your 'training' today, I say you've earned a break."

You pouted but Sylus pinched your cheek, "The more you practice, the faster we'll be able to take things to the next stage, sweetheart. Just be patient."

"...Okay."

Xavier sighed behind you, chin propped up on your shoulder, "...I need a shower."

"Same here." Raphael said, sounding bashful as he snuggled between your tits, "How about we shower together, cutie?"

"You talking to me?" Xavier asked and Raphel clicked his tongue in irritation, making you giggle.

"A bath does sound good." you agreed, knowing full well your bathroom was big enough to accommodate everyone if need be.

"Then the three of you wash up," Sylus said as Caleb walked back with the glass of water (and just like Zayne, he insisted on feeding it to you himself) "And once you're finished- if you're up for it, of course- we can try our...other training."

Everyone jumped at that, looking at you expectedly. You gulped down the last of the water, Caleb tickling you under the chin before you nodded:

"Sounds like a plan."

The dynamic you shared with that angel was a strange one, indescribable and hard to explain, you couldn’t quite put a label on it. It had some aspects that shared the same traits of sex partners, yet he was obviously harbouring ulterior motives, and you wouldn’t call each other anything more familiar than strangers. You couldn’t tell if he got feelings for you, or if it was just a fleeting fancy. As for what you thought of him, only you would know the best.

Despite you being fully aware that what you were doing was fraternising, your encounters with that individual didn’t cease to exist, in fact it got you in a chokehold. An addiction you couldn’t quit. Can it be counted as betrayal to sleep with your enemies? If you asked the avatar of lust about it, he’d surely disagree. Whatever, no need to dwell on something that has happened already, you didn’t really care anymore. Maybe you did the first few times you acted on your own, but now— it has become natural, some kind of habit even. You hated how you got used to his presence.

Besides, if you found out the right thing to do in this situation was contradicting what your gut told you to do, you’d just ignore that silly moral compass. You didn’t own anyone anything, and if you wanted to keep seeing that seraph, then that’s your decision to make. With that being said, you found yourself in front of a familiar building. A tavern of some sort, with private rooms to stay the night located on the second floor. The moment you entered, the boss asked if you’ll book the ‘same as always’ without looking up from the counter.

That’s right, you’ve become a recurring customer before you knew it, could be due to you appreciating how this old men here knew how to shut his mouth. “Same as always.” You replied, and he tossed you a bundle of keys. “Ya’ know the way.” He didn’t even bother showing you to your room anymore, and you couldn’t help but snicker. To simply be treated for who you are, as any other living being, it has become a feeling so unfamiliar now, which is why you adored moments like these.

The attitudes shown to you in the past few weeks were two extreme. Obsessive love and carnal lust, or the most intense hatred you’ve ever received in your life. All of it directed towards a part of you that didn’t belong to you. Though the fact that the owner was tight-lipped wasn’t your only reason for choosing this establishment. Another example would be that they have a great cook who can prepare very delicious meat based dishes, or that you always get the biggest room with the best view.

With that came a pretty large balcony, with enough space to allow a certain blond haired angel to descend upon and land. This was your not-that-secretive way to smuggle him into a private space, alone with you, without being found out. Never did any bystanders witness your rendezvous, and for some reason it always worked. You’ve been puzzled about that for a while now, surely this couldnt only be a coincidence, right?

As always, you made your way up the squeaking stairs, unlocking the door like you normally do, only to see something out of the ordinary sitting on the tangled white sheets of the king-sized bed. Someone you didn’t expect to meet this soon. “Raphael? Here already? Did something happen?” You wondered openly, especially because he seemed troubled. How strange, you weren’t used to this view. The only expressions you were used to seeing from him were apathy, anger, or ecstasy.

After closing the door and making sure it was locked properly, you dropped the key onto the a nearby shelve and walked over to the male. From the moment you opened the door up until now, he’s been following you with his bloody red eyes, observing your every move. Like a predator carefully leering at its prey, waiting in silence. He almost didn’t stir at all as well, though he only managed to keep that facade going until you stood right in front of him.

“You aren’t answering, how rude.” You mocked, crossing your arms over your chest, glancing down at him as he mumbled, “…it’s nothing for the likes of you to worry about.” His tone was telling you a different story though, as well as his actions and body language. Why would he arrive so early if he wasn’t looking to met or talk to you? It wasn’t like he had any friends down in hell, and neither was he fond of this place.

You scoffed at his lie, tempted to grab a fistful of his hair and make him look at you properly, but deciding against it at the last second. Why? Because the seraphim reached out for you first, wrapping his arms around your waist and thudding his forehead against your pelvis. “What are you doing, want me to comfort you or something?” Your taunting wasn’t enough to make him stop, and he simply nuzzled closer to you, inhaling your scent. Weird, he was normally pretty reactive to your teasing, you didn’t know he could also act this nonchalant.

“Raphael?” You changed your earlier playful tone to a more serious one, staring down at the boy clinging to you so tightly. When he didn’t respond yet again, you cupped his chin and made him look at you, snapping his head upwards, surprised at the flustered sight of him. Cheeks flushed as he wore a confused expression, furrowing his brows and averting his gaze. Now you understood why he was trying to hide, but what got him so shy? Do angels go through heats, or was he pent up?

A million possibilities ran through your mind, until his quiet voice snapped you out of it. “I feel weird.” Was all he said, alongside his groans of annoyance, continuing with, “it’s not the same as pain, but akin to it.” You blinked, did he have an illness you didn’t know about? Or is it another one of hell’s strange days where random things happen? “You’ve got to describe it better if you want me to help.” The blondie gave you a small grin, mocking, “I don’t think you can help me.” He stayed silent for a while, taking a deep breath before mumbling, “and I’m not sure.”

“Not sure?” Why is he playing riddles with you now, how irritating. “Not sure how to put it into words, you know?” Was his response, and you truly wondered how you even bothered helping him. At least he took the hint that you were irritated, and thought about it deeply, before coming up with comparisons, “It feels like someone’s squeezing the blood out of my heart. At first it’d stop when I’m near you, but now it keeps getting worse.”

A tightening feeling in his chest, it sounds like something you’ve heard before. If it was actually what you suspected, then he was suffering from one hellish illness. “I thought I’d understand it if I spend more time with you, but I’m just more confused. Did you do something to me?” He accused you, a glare forming on his face.

Seeing him ask so innocently made you feel bad for what you were about to do. That ‘feeling’, or rather— emotion he felt, you weren’t ready to reciprocate it in any way. Now you got your answer on what he thought about you, though you also wished you were left in the dark about it. Ignorance is bliss, that’s how the saying goes. “Of course I didn’t do anything, I’m not sure why you feel that way.” For now, you decided to act clueless to avoid responsibility.

Someday, he will find out the truth all by himself, and you’ll be met with quite the difficult decisions. But until that time comes, you’ve got plenty of time to think your choices through, to be able to give him a proper answer.

“Maybe you ate something wrong?” You teased, changing the topic, “tell me Rara, what did you eat today?” Your thumb brushed over his bottom lip, pressing down slightly to reveal a snipped of his teeth. He replied without any hesitation, “some devils I met on the way here, and lamb skewers.” After hearing that, you couldn’t help but smile, your stay down here really screwed your head up a little. These things became a daily occurrence, and you didn’t even question the credibility of his words.

“Must be the lamb skewers. Want me to diagnose you?” This caught his attention, and the blondie scoffed at you, “you really think you can find the root of the problem? I’m a being far too complex for your mortal mind to comprehend, unlike primitive creatures such as humans and devils.” Look at him getting all cheeky, was he trying to provoke you? Well if that was his goal he carried it out successfully, which is why you challenged him, “why don’t you let me try then, let’s see if that’s the truth.”

He eyed you down with his exposed eye, a hint of amusement and scepticism buried beneath, and he smirked, “kekeke, alright, if you are so eager to make a fool out of yourself.” It appears your little seraphim needs to learn a lesson or two. “At least I’m not the one clinging onto another all pathetically right now.” You reminded him, and his cheeks flushed at the realisation he was still hugging your waist like some soggy kitten. He instantly pulled back and coughed unnaturally, glancing to the side again. That kind of needy display wasn’t befitting his position..!

You grinned at the small win, and ordered him to strip for you, with the reasoning, “I need to see your body for the checkup, no?” Raphael obeyed without any resistance, back to being the obedient thing he usually was. Even you weren’t sure why he’d act all bratty at the most random times. It didn’t take long until the seraph was sitting on the edge of the mattress, all nude and bare, revealing his toned body for your eyes to feast upon.

Pale, unblemished skin marked with nothing but piercings fresh or old, decorated with the occasional bandages. It’d be a lie to say he wasn’t objectively attractive, a tempting piece of meat. His flesh took on a rosy colour tone at some places, making him look even more seductive. You knew he didn’t show his naked form to anyone willingly but you and god, and you felt a sense of pride at that fact. He was such a closet pervert, sticking so many yank-able objects onto himself.

Not to mention how he wasn’t wearing a chastity belt, something every other angel abide to. He stopped doing that after his first orgasm on Christmas, brought to him by your hands. What a mess he was for you, that’s what makes toying with him all the more fun. “Good job.” You praised him, and reached your hand out. He immediately rubbed his cheek against your palm like some cat, scratching you slightly with his band-aids. His hair framed his perfectly sculptured face, evidence that he was a creation sculpted by the lord himself.

A diagnoses, huh, that means you’ll have to write something down, no? But where and with what… you didn’t have any paper at hand, which means you’ll have to find a different surface to scribble on. That’s when you remembered the markers you got from dantalian, still stuffed in your pockets, and decided to use the red one. It’ll surely complement his pretty eyes.

Raphael saw the pen in your hands, but he didn’t think much of it, until he felt a tug from you. The hand he was once nuzzling against made him tilt his head upwards, allowing you to gaze down at him. “Open your mouth, birdy.” You commanded, and his jaw moved before he thought it through, as if your commands were branded into his brain, making him act on instinct. Once his lips were parted enough, you stuck your thumb inside carefully, telling him he wasn’t allowed to bite you, just in case he got funny ideas.

“Stick your tongue out as well.” You said, and didn’t have to wait long until he completed his task. Such a cooperative thing, unlike many others you’ve spend the night with. Afterward, you used your thumb to press down on the middle part of his wer muscle, spreading his mouth wider apart. “Let me take a good look at you…” the way you handled him made it difficult for him to breath properly, so he tried to regular his breathing through his nose.

Even so he couldn’t help the small gaging sounds escaping him here and there, arms kept behind him, clenching the bedsheets to help stabilise his balance. What he also didn’t expect was for you to take this so seriously, gawking at him like he was an interesting experiment, manhandling him however you wanted. “Nghh- hnng! A-anNnh…” Don’t blame him if his body’s got other, dirtier ideas. The sounds just kept spilling out on their own!

After hearing all that, you began inspecting him in earnest, even if all of it was only an act. Running a finger over his canines, causing him to open his mouth even further. Strings of saliva stuck from his lips to your skin, and the prolonged period of staying in that position made him start drooling. He didn’t know why he felt so… heated at the sensation of you fumbling around in his oral cavity, resulting in shivers running down his spine. All of that didn’t go unnoticed under your watchful eye, and you popped the marker open.

“How interesting, you are showing some unusual symptoms.” You cooed, and wrote down ‘PERVERT’ in big letters, right across his chest. “I think I know what’s wrong with you.” Raphael inhaled sharply at the feeling of something cold sliding over his skin, tickling him slightly. When you deliberately ran the tip of the tool over his nipples, he couldn’t help but buckle, causing you to smear your writing. “Raphael, stop moving. I can’t take notes like this.”

So mean, you were the source of his trembling, yet you are scolding him? He tried to complain, but due to your current situation, nothing but incoherent babbling left his throat. “Shhh, birdy, don’t chirp so much.” You chuckled, and resumed your previous exploration of the insides of his mouth, touching his palates to tease a reaction out of him. All of this was so weird, he could feel his heart quicken and pound against his chest, the sensation arguably worse to endure than the tightening one.

“Your teeth are kind of sharp, like an animals.” You commented, and marked another vocab down, a humiliating name this time, ‘y/n’s cute pet’. He winced as he read that, shoulders tensing and raised to his ears. “Hmm? Don’t like it?” Since he reacted so strongly, you asked to make sure he was still on boat with everything, and he shook his head meekly. How embarrassing that title was… yet he technically didn’t hate it. “So you do enjoy this… hehe.” Another subtle laugh escaped you, and you wrote down ‘sinful’ onto his pelvis. “Such a naughty angel, aren’t you scared I’ll corrupt you?”

He didn’t get any time to react to your comment, due to you suddenly tilting his face into any direction you wanted. First to the left, then to the right, observing him like some specimen. “That part looks fine, oh but that one… hmm, and this—” you mad him throw his head back, leaning closer dramatically, “that doesn’t look all that good. From what I can see, you are…” You muttered, an entertained smile plastered on your face before you continued, “…nothing but a dirty slut for me.” With that being said, you recorded it as well, writing ‘whore’ onto his smooth belly.

The change between insults and praise mixed together into a deadly poison, threatening to overwhelm his mind. All these pleasures he only got when with you made his head spin, but he had to endure, this was just another one of gods trials, testing his resolve. Though af the contrast of the object digging into his flesh gently and the lewd words it’s left behind wasn’t enough to make him want to moan out, you just had to stick your fingers down his throat out of nowhere.

“HnNghh…?!? MmHhh…! ♡♥︎” the angel whined out around your digits, feeling them brush his uvula. He wanted to cough and choke, knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the bedcovers. At this rate the poor fabric’s going to tear. It just felt so good to have your skin on him, he had noticed this for a long time now, but he truly adored it when you two would conduct physical touches. Considering how aroused he’s become, it didn’t come as a surprise that he’d get a hard-on.

“Tsk tsk, filthy angel.” You whispered at the sight, and climbed onto the bed with one knee, placing it between his spread thighs. Lord, he really shouldn’t become so lustful over getting called ‘filthy’. After that, you leaned forward, rubbing his sex intentionally as the position made Raphael arch his back more and more, to the point his spine resembled a crescent form. You were towering over him while he had a beautiful arch, and you taunted, “getting turned on by being diagnosed? That’s not what it was for.”

Now you were lying through your teeth, no way you mean to say you did all that without the objective of getting him all hot and bothered. He could clearly see your smirk, and the way you were so engaged in everything. When he tried to protest, you ground your leg into his crotch some more, and he moaned in half-pain half-bliss, the vibrations of his voice muffled by your fingers. Precum stuck to your knees, and he was awfully excited. Skin glistening from the layer of sweat covering him, cheeks tainted in a dark crimson shade, toes curling from all the ecstasy coursing through him.

He like it, loved it even. The way you made him feel, the things you made him undergo, all of it were his firsts and he adored every second. That feeling of being plunged into a sea of pleasure, having it engulf and take over every part of his body… surely god created these mind-breaking sensations for the purpose of experiencing them, to have a taste of sweetness in this mundane life. And heavens did he adore basking in your warmth and light. “Y-y/nnn~ mhMm, huHh-haanngGhhh~ ♥︎♡♥︎” Don’t mind him moaning out your name, it’s proof that he’s enjoying himself~

Your fingers seeped deeper, down his trachea, triggering his reflexes. Which is why he began suffocating on them, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as a natural response. These soon began falling down, decorating his already debauched looking face, with his long bangs sticking to his forehead. He was acting so cute and docile, what a good little angel he was, you rewarded him by writing ‘good boy’ onto his collarbones, to which he shuddered in return.

“Nghhh— mHmfFfgg~ hnNghh…!! ♥︎♡♥︎” he groaned and whimpered at the stretch, trying to accommodate you accordingly, but his throat couldn’t stop spasming. Poor thing almost came in that moment, how humiliating that would have been! If he came this fast, he’d just be reinforcing the fact that he’s inexperienced! All the blissful ways his nerves messed with him, mentally or physically, was simply too much stimulation for a newbie. Sending so many waves of positive hormones travelling across every single part of his body, he really nearly reached the edge.

Raphael couldn’t believe how corrupted enlightened he’s become thanks to you, learning so many new ways to feel good. He wanted this precious moment to stretch a little longer, not wanting it to end just yet. But his impending climax was itching closer, you also knew due to how loud he’s become. “HnNghh, UhmM-mmfFgg~♡♡?!” Oh dear, hopefully you won’t get any noise complains.

He truly didn’t want to cum from something like this… from getting played and used with by you, yet he lost control over his own body. Sobbing under his breath as he felt the pressure on his dick getting stronger, and he tried to warn you about his impending climax, “mhhHuaww-haaHh, g-g-gunna’ c-cuuuUMmnHHh~!! ♡♥︎♡” his eyes rolled into the back of his skull as electricity ran through him, ropes of milky cum splurging out of his pathetic cock as it smeared your knee and his inner thighs, creating a sticky mess.

Such a messy wreck he was, shaking while his thick semen flowed down his shaft, plopping obscenely. The spit dripped onto his chest, now smeared with red ink. What a pity that it wasn’t water proof, this means you’ll have to repeat this process another time someday. Ah, are you finally satisfied? Now that he’s been turned into this withering ruin of a man? One day, you were going to be the death of him.

It took him a while to come down from his peak, a tear already forming in the bundle of cloth he was yanking at, you will have to pay the owner reparation cost later. Seeing the state he was in— reduced to a whiny, melting ruin, twitching in the aftermath of his own pleasure, still humping your legs all desperately… amazing, you pulled your fingers out of him, and glanced at the boy. You just had to write one last thing onto his sweat-covered body, and you had to be quick. The ink was starting to run, since his skin was moist, but you were still satisfied with the result even if it wasn’t perfect.

Scribbling down the sentence ‘property of y/n’, onto his torso, making sure to do it where there was still space. Now that your masterpiece was done, you close the marker and took a step back, admiring your fine handiwork. Saliva dripped all the way to his chin, obscene yet also quite cute words adorned his frame. His eyes were still glazed over from the bliss he just witnessed. It was simply heavenly, everything about him, from his appearance to his voice, such a stunning man.

When he recovered a little, he noticed how his limps were still shaking. He frowned at them, not liking the sight of him being so vulnerable. A heavy blush clouded his face, and he was pouting furiously. While raphael was rethinking all his life choices, you stared into the distance. There was much to do, was it really fine that you were out here slacking off fooling around? Since you were distracted right now, you didn’t realise the angel shifted his attention back to you again, staring at you intensely.

The moment you did get that intuitive feeling of someone watching you closely and turned your gaze back to the male, it was too late. Precisely because you weren’t focused, and he took advantage of that and lunged forward, taking you by surprise, stealing a deep kiss from you. This was one of his favourite things to do, and he smirked confidently as he murmured against your mouth, “I think I know what I want now.” You could still feel the phantom feels of his soft lips pressed onto yours, his warm breath tickling you ever so slightly.

“I finally understand why my heart is in its current state, to think your flimsy diagnosis’ were effective, consider me impressed.” Wait, now you were the one out of the loop. If he really did came to understand, does that mean he now knows that he was more fond of you than he expected? You didn’t like the sound of that, becoming more baffled at every sentence he spouted. This might become problematic later on, what to do?

While you were taken aback, lost in thought and still processing the events that happened up until now. Raphael grabbed his clothes and began putting them on simultaneously, which didn’t take long since his clothes were so baggy. As if destiny was keen on playing games with you, just as the blondie finished changing, a group of nobles outside surrounded the balcony, his only escape route. Right on clue, huh, did someone rattle him out? Was it you? No, most definitely not, he couldn’t imagine you hindering yourself like this.

Now was not the time to question such things though, this will require a change in his plans. Hmm… Didn’t matter, the details are just small stepping stones to the bigger picture anyway, nothing worth mentioning. After snapping out of your trance, you heard the noises coming from outside, thinking they sounded familiar, which is why you glanced towards the source of the voices: the balcony. The door to the exit was open, no wonder it was so loud— wait, since when was it open?

Out of nowhere the seraph picked you up and spread his wings, flapping them a few times before he flew out of the inn, dragging you along. Everything happened so quickly in the blink of an eye you barely got enough time to think, by the time you realised he was carrying you, your feet already left the ground, and you were soaring through the door into the clear blue sky. “W-woa— Raphael, what the heck are you doing?!” Your voice came out louder than intended due to the heat of the moment, panic breaking out since you were caught off guard.

Once you looked down to the ground, you were already too high up to stop him. If you fell from this distance, you could only hope you don’t survive it. You made out some faces of familiar devils, old acquaintances who desperately tried to get you back, to no avail. There wasn’t much they could do considering he was flying at such a roaring speed, with you in his arms. Any attacks would have a chance of hitting you, an in-comparison fragile human.

With their only two, and truthfully awful options weighed out, it was obvious they couldn’t do anything at the moment, only staring in disbelieve as he brought you all the way to the gentle clouds.

It seems you got kidnapped, by your enemy-to-fuck-buddy who developed feelings for you. Just great. Does that at least mean you’ll be able to do some sight-seeing in heaven?

Tags: @shianarou @ghostiegirl56 @thisisnotangel @ghostgoosygoose @aghren @i-dont-fooken-know @chuuya-brainrot @allys-strawberry-garden @thigh-o-saur @demonic-anon @fem-dom-roze @strawberry-snake-love @mulchdevours @sushimuesli @omkookie

Nini!rant 2.0

Rara my fav whb angel! Who also wears an eyepatch like my lovely anaxa!

This one doesn’t have that much smut compared to my other fics, it actually has more lore?!? Like zam I’m writing a continuation of the angel series haha. Thta Gabriel one will be the last part to it, I really hope I can finish everything on time this year. I’ve been writing like crazy… after this I need a damn break.

The reason why I’m fond of Raphael, hmm, I guess it’s cuz he’s my first angel card. I still don’t own any other angel cards since I dropped the game, but during the time I did play he was the only one I got from the three angels across three accounts. Appearance-wise I thought I’d like Michael the best, since I like femine looking guys with long hair, but first come first serve and Rara stole that spot lol

You rest the weight of your horned head into the silk cushion of his pillow, the scent fills your every breath… cherries and musk and sex… It’s arousing and comforting all at once, especially as your heart still thumps against your ribs, your tail still entwined loosely with his own.

It’s these moments that the great Archdevil who claimed in you in his bed eases. And despite the weight of a crown on his head, he now rests that head beside yours, breathing in your hair and lips whispering at the back of your neck.

Soft things.

Sweet things.

Thoughts his perfectly measured speech and carefully crafted syntax would never allow during his waking.

“Sweet mouse… all mine, my good little girl… my perfect fuck…”

You have to close your eyes to concentrate on his deep voice, barely distinguishing it from the almost snoring rasp in his chest.

Each hummed epitaph in praise of you only makes you that much hotter… more aroused… you can feel your slick wetting again, even with him still knotted inside you, those ridged locked deep into the grooves of your cunt. A perfect fit. The key to your lock, imprisoned as you are and impaled on his length. Even as he fades into sleep.

He rumbles again, dancing in and out of quasi-consciousness

“Mine… mine… my….”

You can’t help it, the way your back arches to feel his searing breath in your pointed ear, his heavy arm pinning you with heat to the silk that’s damp beneath you.

Silk that will only dampen more as your hips roll ever… so… slightly. You pause as his breathing hitches. You’ve only ever known him to be a heavy sleeper, once he reached that point after fucking you raw and often senseless.

Do you... dare seek more pleasure as he lays inside you, ridge buried in your cunt wall, stuffing you full of his seed? Do you dare to come again?

You let out a little moan, slightly stifled… but enough to make you pause as he shifts.

More discretion, perhaps, you decide, freeing your arm from under his to snake your fingers between your legs. A shudder races up your spine the second you find your clit… the second you finger tip brushes his still-hard length inside you where it disappears in your cunt. Hells… the thought, the feeling alone is enough to make your breathing accelerate and your belly coil with need again.

Just one more little orgrasm. He had teased you so much before… bringing you to the brink and pulling away again and again.

And again.

One orgasm had cooled you, but not quenched. So you circle your clit, sneaky and holding your breath. You try to keep it quiet under the blanket, turning your head into the pillow.

But the scent of him in his sheets and the feeling of your walls clenching and fluttering harder already in anticipation… a moan slips from your lips into the scarlet silk you’ve buried your face in.

That scent, his scent… his breath in your ear, his knotted cock locked in your spasming channel…

“Fuck…” you whisper into the bedding again before you come up for air. For a moment, you panic, your tail tensing as you realize it’s been rubbing in the sheet with your pleasure.

He shifts. Raphael lets out a small rumble, pulling you closer, and you fear too much to turn your head to look and meet a pair of black and yellow eyes…

So you, impaled coward that you are, you wait and listen to his breathing.

And yet, even as you listen to his breathing grow slow and steady again, your fingers circle and press and stroke and tease yourself.

Hot… hotter… you bite your lip as your wave of needy blissful heat builds in your belly. Your hips start to roll now, your fingers thrusting their friction over your clit, pulling at its hood, and teasing towards your entrance that’s stuffed with him.

You can almost hear his heart beating faster, the slightest roll and drag of his cock inside you, but you’re so close, orgasm so near you can taste it on your tongue and feel your walls clenching and releasing in anticipation.

“Yes… yes…” you barely whisper…. Just a few more thrusts of your fingers, and you spill around his cock inside you.

A strangled moan, a bucking body, you are nothing more than the plaything he’s used finally… finally taking the pleasure you need.

And then, his tail wraps its blunted end around your slowing wrist. A sinister chuckle in your ear, you hear him whisper, his body inching to enclose more around you.

"In a world of horrors where shadows loom, A tiny creature navigates through certain doom. A little mouse, determination in its eye, Hoping this will not be its last heard lullaby."

It would be a lie to say that very voice didn't send the most delightful of shivers down your spine each time it announced his presence to you - you hung on each syllable like he was speaking a new language you were desperate to understand. Though your back was turned to him as the corners of your lips twitched upward you could feel in your soul - the one that no longer belonged to you - that he knew.

Though you may have been doing your best to feign disinterest and even often annoyance at his dramatics, it was no secret that you found him amusing. Fortunately, he happened to feel rather the same, a creeping mirth building in his chest at this familiar performance you were putting on.

"Just when I was beginning to miss your theatrics."

It was only then he realized just how badly he'd yearned to hear your voice again in the time since it had last swam into his ears. Curiously - but perhaps not at all - he felt his mouth go temporarily dry as his next rehearsed verse fell from his mind momentarily. When his silence lingered you filled it gracefully as you knelt before a bucket of water, scrubbing your arms free of the blood that covered them as you worked off the most uncomfortable parts of your armor.

His stumble did not last forever - his practiced words would not go to waste.

"With the battle fought and her patron's foe slain, She has etched upon her weary soul so very much strain. With a gentleness most sincere, the Patron offers her rest. Her wearied body, soon at peace even in her mind, No longer bound by battles' fierce behest, Their worries, for a moment, left entirely behind.

For the strongest heroes, too, do need a moment's grace, To find their strength renewed in the tenderest embrace."

Though his continued lack of transparency was frustrating, particularly after the stretch of days you'd had at his bidding, you noticed the practice lilt in his words, the methodic delivery of his latest poem.

"Have you been practicing poetry for me again, my Lord?" your tone was filled to the brim with the very amusement you felt, amusement that was growing by the moment at the slight waver in his voice, the subtlest indication that now was one of few times his trademark control had faltered. "I must tell you, it really is quite sweet. I've never inspired such before."

Your pleasantries and a title you so rarely chose for him stirred a feeling oh-so rare and delicious in him, a tingle up his spine that spread a wicked grin across his face. Exhausted, and uncaring of the company at the moment you continued your work on seeking your own comfort, continuing to peel armor away from your figure and toss it to the side.

Maybe you knew the lack of attention would agonize him - maybe that was only just more amusement for you. Annoyingly, he was attempting to bury the desires as he always did around you, finding now that the feelings stirring were beginning to gnaw their way out from the inside.

"You flatter me with honorifics yet ignore my presence."

His words had the slightest bit of edge to them and yet the tone in which they were delivered could be described as little more than a purr. It was a tone you'd discovered was reserved to fall on your ears alone - he never spoke to you this way in company, though you didn't doubt others existed that were fortunate enough to hear it. It was delicious - made more-so by the sharpness to them, the gentle bite that warned his limits were being tested.

The fact you only heard it when you were alone meant you seldom travelled with companions for too long, discarding them when your interests were no longer the central focus. It was lonely, but few wanted to be at your side when they discovered the source of your power, and the moments like this reaffirmed your decision each and every time.

"In a land of shadows shrouded with a curse most horrific, Lies a weary hero, hoping her devil might be more specific. For if she doesn't soon rest, Her weary body will be for the shadows to ingest."

There was no denying the radiance and allure in his laughter - it rang out so beautifully it didn't fit in a place like this, it almost wasn't fair for such a joyous sound to ring out in such a cursed land. Now, you couldn't help yourself - you turned to face him with a light smile pulling at your lips, exhaustion written on your face accentuated by the blood of those you'd slain in his name.

It pulled at his heart, something that seldom occurred - you were truly always a sight like this, in his eyes at least.

"Your skills increase tenfold each time we meet," he complimented, the smile settling on his face matched by the pull of the wrinkles beside his eyes. "You were successful in your latest task."

It was a statement - not a question, the wordless affirmation of his continued faith in your abilities. Still, you could've given him a snarky response - the blood covering your body and armor wasn't enough of a clue for him? In truth, though, you'd began to enjoy the moments where he complimented you - even more the rare moment he actually thanked you.

"As always," your coy tone was the final act to try to hide the giddiness you felt now, as well as the fatigue that was slowly overtaking your body. When was the last time you had eaten? When he left would you simply remove the rest of your armor and do your best to build a fire and lay beside it, or would you simply make do with the cold ground beneath you now?

He could sense it; he knew exactly what was on your mind. In truth, your thoughts were mirrored in his - this was no place for someone of your caliber to rest, especially not when you'd been so very good for him already. He'd heard about your camp, of course, but seeing it for himself - well, it really was quite awful.

A snap of his fingers and once again you were in the House of Hope, the unmistakeable extravagant decor a much better sight than the lands you'd been traveling. Though it was a bathroom where you appeared it was already enough to almost bring tears to your eyes - it smelled delightful, a bath was already drawn with bubbles and filling the room with the warmest steam. Unsurprising was the small table beside it filled with fruits, meats, cheeses and wine that made a fresh rumble sound in your stomach.

"It is so very fortunate your generous patron is willing to reward a valiant effort, would you not agree?"

You huffed a breath through your nose as a smile spread further across your fae, heat rising in cheeks as you returned your gaze to his. "And who said devils are selfish?"

His beautiful laughter filled your ears again, the warmth radiating from the fireplace and the bath nothing compared to that which engulfed you just hearing the sound so entirely for you. His movements were smooth as he made his way to the small table, pouring a glass of wine with ease while his eyes stayed on you the entire time.

"You have undertaken quite the ordeal on my behalf, you deserve a proper display of my abundant appreciation," there was the unmistakable purr of sultriness beneath his tone, his strides predatory as he made his way back to you, eyes running up and down your entire frame again before settling on your eyes. "And a bath, though I do so worship the vision of my dark hero covered in the blood of my enemies."

"You show your appreciation by providing me my power."

"And yet," the pause lingered heavily - if you weren't so keen on enjoying everything he had to offer you there would probably be a quip about holding for drama, but now you only looked up at him with wide doe eyes - eager and expectant and deliciously obedient. "I find myself curiously wanting to provide you with more."

The look that was blooming in his eyes was a peculiar one - one of a fondness. He slipped behind you gracefully, one of his hands reaching to grasp your hip and turn you to face an ornate mirror before his arm fully encircled your waist, drawing you back toward his chest. His hand slipped up your body, avoiding any part that would have been too inappropriate to touch without express permission, to grasp your chin, holding your face gently but firmly as he angled it to look in the ornate mirror before you.

"The longer you have my power reflected in your eyes, the more beautiful you become. Wouldn't you agree? You are radiant."

Now it was impossible to pass off the heat that had risen in you as nothing more than the heat from the bath - with his hand just beneath your chin on your neck and his claws digging ever-so-slightly into your skin, the heat had begin to pool at your core. You were still trying to remain focused, to maintain the aura of strength you almost never allowed to falter…particularly around him. But with him pressed to your back and his eyes devouring you in the mirror like a feral animal with a long-awaited meal, there were certain signs from your body that gave you away.

The elevated heart rate. The blown pupils. The pull of your bottom lip between your teeth.

It didn't take any amount of perception to see the signs that were so plainly there, particularly not for a devil who was eager to look for them.

"As you've pointed out, I'm covered in blood."

"A testament to our combined strength, my pet," you were certain with the intensity with which he was staring into your eyes' reflection in the mirror that he had stopped blinking, finding an unchanging face each time your eyes closed briefly. "Do you mind?"

He was offering you the wine glass to free up his hand or to distract yours - it was impossible to tell, really. Regardless of the intent you reached for it, taking a drink and relishing the familiar fire this particular wine ignited in your throat and belly.

Meanwhile his free hand was lightly trailing over the bow to the back laces of your clothing, giving a subtle tug to seek permission as his eyes continued to burn into yours in the mirror. With a nod the laces fell free under the quick work of his fingers - it was somewhat endearing that you knew he could do this with the snap of his fingers, yet he was choosing to do it himself, to peel you apart with his own hands. What you'd been wearing pooled to the ground and revealed the aftermath of your battle in full, all of the bruises and scratches and burns that had no place there…unless they were given by him or on his word.

His hands found your shoulders first and with a familiar warmth your injuries became another part of your past, his eyes trailing up and down your body to ensure all that remained was evidence of injuries not belonging to you.

"Positively resplendent," his breath was hot on your neck as he angled his face closer to yours, his nose brushing behind your ear softly. "A painting of this image would be so suitable for a portrait of us, wouldn't you agree?"

Bravery - it was a characteristic of yours that he cherished nearly more than any other, one that provided endless entertainment (and often worry, though he was hardly eager to admit that). It was the very trait that sometimes pushed you to do or say the very last thing he expected, and yet you still managed to take him by surprise. Even now in his domain was one of those times, your face unwavering and intention resolute as you spoke.

"Not in this form."

All he'd offer in his momentary shock was a raised eyebrow before these features faded and he transformed to the figure he was meant for, wings stretching behind his back as he got more comfortable. This is how he was meant to look - how the two of you were supposed to appear together, the devil and his toy hero, you and the source of your growing power. It would take blindness not to see the radiance with which you two joined together, and even then it was palpable in the air.

Ignoring the many feelings and tensions that crackled between the two of you when you were together was difficult - and growing more impossible by the day.

"This is suitable for the foyer."

He continued to lean down behind you, swallowing you with his true height so he could press a singular kiss behind your ear before straightening his back, his hand that was still flat against your now fluttering stomach pulling you against him tighter. Your skin burned where his lips had graced it - tingling as though his the action was magic. Your body only continued to respond to him with all of the tell-tale signs: a rising temperature, parted lips, blown pupils, quicker breath.

He so adored that you were trying to maintain control - to maintain an unbothered façade.

"You prefer me this way."

It left his mouth as a statement, but you caught the subtle insecurity at the tail of the sentence, the way his words slightly trailed and his eyes flashed with a truth - and hope? - that was so rarely seen.

Was he afraid of your answer?

"You don't need to wear a mask around me," you were quick to silence his doubt and eager to put out a particular fire that threatened everything around it boiling beneath his surface. Your sincerity and sensitivity was hardly what had initially drawn him to you - he loved that you'd always been willing to tell him your mind without a care to whom you were speaking, even himself included at times. "You would know that I preferred you this way if you spoke to me yourself more often instead of sending your little spy."

Suddenly you understood the meaning of the phrase "devilish grin" in a new light.

"Do I detect jealousy, my dear?" he purred as he leaned down toward you again, his breath tickling the back of your ear and neck and his claws dug into your hip slightly. You tried to ignore the flare of heat within you, unwilling to admit it fully quite yet. "A flicker of envy, so very subtle but clear."

You huffed and rolled your eyes in response to his taunt, annoyed he could think of a rhyme so quickly and a charming one at that, and even more annoyed that it worked. Bards.

"Korilla does not enjoy the same…benefits you do," he continued when you offered nothing in response but the puff of air, a reticent hum vibrating in your chest as you raised the cool glass to your lips to take another drink. Your eyes met his in the mirror again as you realized how long they'd been focusing on his hands, allowing your gaze to stay connected as you continued to drink.

Of course, he was hardly one to leave a silence unfilled for long.

"And what of my own feelings?" he questioned, the twitch in his jaw accentuating the frustration behind his words that he was trying to tame. "So many people you meet these days and you haven't shared with a single one where you get your power…"

It was hard to focus on a conversation like this when his claws were now grazing lower down your thigh, red lines painting your skin the evidence the Cambion's claws had been there. In the mirror you could see how he lovingly soaked in the sight of each new mark - of each new claim of his territory. You'd have far more decorations from him by the time you returned to your own camp.

"What am I supposed to think other than you're ashamed of me?"

"No," the rejection of his insinuation came from your lips faster than any reply you'd given before by far, a fact that ticked his lips into a slight smile. Though the two of you teased anda taunted one another often, you were always well aware of the line before you stepped over it. "They wouldn't understand."

"They don't have to understand…they have to respect. Besides, it's not their soul to be bothered with, and you're hardly the only warlock in your little party."

"But they won't. With the Blade of Frontiers it is different…he had no choice, not really. I did - I could've chosen anything else…anyone else. And I chose you."

"Then you will make them."

You could hear the commanding tone he rarely needed to take with you begin to form in his words, a low grumble rumbling against your chest as he spoke. At this point you knew what little remained of his patience was so close to slipping away completely - but you still couldn't stop yourself from testing those tempestuous waters just a bit more.

After all, he needed you alive just as much as you needed him. Harm too serious coming your way was out of the question, and the proof you could take a bit of pain was in the stories that would be told about you and your adventures for years to come.

"It's just another contract to you. What difference does it make?"

The final impertinent word left your lips as his hand grabbed your chin, applying pressure and encouraging you to face him. He loomed over you in this form - a delicious fact - his skin noticeably hotter against yours as he leaned closer, trapping you between his body and the wall. Flames danced in his eyes, the raging inferno matching the temporary flare of anger he felt ignited in his chest. His grip on your face was resolute, thumb and forefinger grasping so hard your cheeks were squished together.

That would certainly keep you from further insult.

"I am so very fond of you, my impudent little mouse. Can you not see that is so?"

You'd been in many dangerous - increasingly so - situations recently, but the fact this one was one of the most was…invigorating. Invigorating in the same way as when he'd first approached you with a deal, in the way he'd complimented a job well done for the first time, in the way he was overjoyed when you returned from your kidnapping. In truth - because you were not foolish enough to deny what was a plainly writ fact - you were well aware you belonged to him in every aspect of the word. It was fun to test what boundaries a relationship like that presented.

Your heart was thudding against your chest harder and faster by the moment as he continued to regard you, fully aware you couldn't respond to his question through the hold he maintained on your face.

"I will not hear more of your ill-mannered mouth while I am being such a gracious host. You are far from 'just another' anything to me…"

There was a sincerity in his words that shattered any possibility of refute.

"…and I will not tolerate our attachment being hidden any longer."

A threat, or a promise? Both were equally exhilarating in their own way. With the expression on his face - furrowed brows, pinched nose, set jaw, and nostrils flaring with each breath - his feelings toward the situation were written plain on his face. He was done arguing - and you'd be foolish to push it.

"Perhaps I could have a collar fashioned for you that only I can remove."

His hand that still held your waist pulled you closer, a muscular tail winding around your lower legs to hold you against him. One of his legs slotted between your thighs as you pressed to him closer, hands clinging to his upper arms still. His face softened somewhat at the closeness, at the shaky breath that slipped past your lips as your eyes stayed oh-so focused on the way his curved into a wicked grin the more the thought blossomed in his mind.

"One that will burn you should you even try to remove it. Or perhaps better yet, a curse," as he spoke you found yourself drawn closer, entranced by the hardness in his pants that pressed to your waist now, chasing a kiss you weren't certain he'd give. "Or I could use hellfire to brand a symbol of my name beneath your eye - small enough not to ruin your beauty, large enough that everyone who sees you knows that you are mine."

He released his hold on your face only to drop his hand lower, lightly gripping your neck in a silent show of power. He regarded your expression carefully for any sign of distress and only grinned wider when he instead found observed your blown pupils and parted lips, his fingertips soaking in your accelerated pulse beneath them.

The fire in his tone sizzled for a moment, still lingering in each word but not quite as fearsome as even just a moment before. Sweet, almost - if you didn't know any better to see through the charm.

"Swear to me anew," he cooed, his thumb rubbing along the side of your neck as he spoke, eyes gazing at you with an expression that could only be described in adoration. The most temperamental volcano, fury subsided as fast as it'd come. When there was an offer to be presented, he could truly be oh-so-sweet. "An amendment to our existing contract. You are not to hide that we are joined together, or you will face consequences that will last forever."

Did it matter if you even truly had the option to refuse him when all you wanted to do was please him again? The proposition of more appreciation, the promise of his praise. That fact alone was enough to ensure your answer before you'd given it.

You nodded in understanding - specifics beyond what he'd stated weren't needed to convey the weight of his words.

"On one condition."

The bravery again - though your voice was more meek as you rightfully walked the fiery embers before you, navigating what you knew could still erupt again if you pressed too much harder again. To prove your point his eyebrow raised in annoyance, nose threatening to scrunch upward in frustration before you elaborated.

"We seal this contract with a kiss."

An expression that had almost been rage morphed into perplexity before a laugh burst from his chest, your mind lost in the sound and the view of his fangs, thoughts wandering somewhere fittingly sinful for your surroundings.

"And you talk about my theatrics."

Despite his taunting he brought you closer with his iron grip on your waist, the hand holding your neck still sliding up to your cheek as his thumb claw grazed along your bottom lip in passing. He looked at you like a child receiving a new toy, regarded you with an adoration often seen in temples.

And then, though there was still a subtle laugh shaking his chest, he held you reverently as he angled his head toward you. The rest of his expression as he approached would go unnoticed as your eyes slipped shut, holding your breath in anticipation…which he exploited for just a moment longer than was necessary before he finally gave you what you both wanted.

Your lips met like the strike of a match - the spark between flint and stone. It burned like frostbite and was over just as soon as it'd begun, taking your remaining breath with it.

It was a purr that rumbled in his chest as he ran his nose along your jaw that reminded you to breathe, his lips pressing a kiss over a pulse point on your neck pulling a gasp from your lungs as his hand slipped down the other side of your neck. Holding you like an artifact his fangs teased the skin on the spot for a moment as his grip on your waist tightened further, the tips of his claws threatening to break skin.

He withdrew before his composure melted, filling his chest with a deep breath to bring himself to full sense again.

"Come. I'm far from through with you, but you truly do need a bath."

It was…nice, which didn't quite seem wholly appropriate considering who he was and the fact the atmosphere had been threatening and tense only moments before. He sank into the tub first, motioning for you to join him by taking place between his legs. There was a voice in the back of your mind reminding you that all of this was because he wanted something - everything possible from you, and that he knew the best way to reach his goal was to manipulate.

The fact you were aware of it did little to stop you from enjoying it.

He made sure he ate and drank in a silence you didn't know he was capable of as his hands made work cleaning your body, a bath in the House of Hope proving to be a lavish experience as the water remained pristine and hot no matter how long it went on.

*(Though, it certainly could've just been the heat between your bodies sustaining the temperature).

It was the first time you'd truly relaxed since a tadpole had taken residence in your mind, the first moment of bliss in days. When his claws found your scalp and scratched against it lightly as he massaged soap into it he earned a thank you in the form of the sweetest moan that just couldn't be held back by your lips. You felt his cock twitch against your back at the sound, an appreciative hum rumbling in his chest.

"My, my…who knew you could sound so melodic, my dear," his tone was best described as a condescending coo, treasuring the way you melted in his hold and couldn't help yourself from being his to play with. "I want to hear much more of you."

One of his hands slipped from your head down to rest on your stomach as the other went even lower to the top of your thigh, pausing still to wait for your reaction. When you leaned your head back against his shoulder and closed your eyes he took his sign, chasing more of a reaction from you by running a single claw softly up your thigh toward your core. The small gasp that fell from your lips wasn't enough, his disapproval noted with a click of his tongue against his teeth. It was impossible to keep silent when one of his fingers connected to your clit, rubbing a swift circle quickly.

The cry that burst from your chest returned the smile to his face, a low laugh filling your ears again as he leaned forward to kiss your neck. Two of his fingers parted your folds as they slipped downward to your entrance, moans falling freely from your mouth you'd forgotten how to close. Taking advantage of the fact he leaned closer to claim your lips, reaching his free hand to hold the back of your head and ensure you couldn't pull away from him.

A dark possessiveness within him considered slipping his fingers into you to feel how your tight walls would grip him, though he knew it meant you would face the consequences of his claws. He could heal you, after all - but you'd always remember the feeling. He'd refrain on that particular thought…

For now.

Instead, he returned his attention to your clit, fingers circling the sensitive nub as his fingers tangled into your hair. He continued to kiss you past what your lungs could take, your eyes opening to attempt to gain his attention. His own eyes remained closed and he only held your head in a firmer grip - no doubt he knew though he couldn't see - and he continued that way until your vision was just starting to blur and your hole was clenching around nothing. Only then did he release you - releasing you fully by pulling his fingers away too - allowing you to take the breath you needed.

So close to the edge of release only to be pulled back away from it. It was a cruelty that made the first sound that left your lips when your breath returned to be a whimper.

"Please," you could barely get the shaking word through your lips, it could hardly be considered speaking when each letter was filled with a whine. "More."

"Now now, you will learn to take what I give you," he cooed, releasing his hold on your head to run the back of his fingers down the side of your face and neck, lightly pushing your head to the side to press a kiss beneath your ear. "With no questions asked. Won't you? You'll have to show me you can be patient."

You couldn't help the whimper that slipped past your lips again, your body singularly focused on its need for more. Your eyes are wide and desperate as you gazed at him, hands reaching to grasp at his thighs and squeeze. "'s not fair…"

Your ears were filled with his boisterous laugh again before he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, allowing his lips to stay against your skin as he spoke.

"Perhaps not for you, but it's perfectly lovely for me," you realized as he spoke that he was having fun, a giddiness in every word that proved it. Unrehearsed, without anger, without practiced intentions. Him. "Finish up in here at your leisure, then join me in the boudoir."

With a snap of his fingers he was gone and the option to beg for more removed you were alone, left to wonder exactly what awaited you when you did join him. The kind of excitement that matched the feelings of fear and anxiety bubbled in your stomach, making your movements a little clumsy as you navigated your way through one last wash of your body.

The feelings remained as you removed yourself from the water, realizing immediately you'd been left with no towel or robe or clothes to utilize on your walk. Feeling a flare of preemptive embarrassment you found your way to the hall, doing your best to navigate quickly as you muttered to yourself.

You were distracted in your search that you didn't notice Haarlep had stalked up to you from the dark after you'd passed until their voice filled your ears. "My, my, aren't you just delicious," he purred, continuing to walk closer toward you when you froze in your tracks. They circled you like a predator circled prey, like a painter studying their subject - it was enough to make your face burn again. "I wouldn't mind slipping into your image for the occasional rendezvous."

"Haarlep."

Their name left your lips as a gasp and they stopped in front of you with a wicked smile, handsome and proud and no doubt every bit as convincing as their Master, if not more. "So you do know me. How flattering."

You were cornered against a wall with one of their forearms resting next to your head, the other grasping your hip in fingers much gentler than the ones they were mimicking. They leaned closer until your lips were brushing together feather light, the anticipation of a kiss lingering heavy in the air and sending your heart rate skyrocketing again.

"Oh, what fun we will have together…"

Their sinful tongue left their mouth to lick the seam of your lips until they fell open, the muscle slipping into your mouth to kiss you fully and hungrily. As you swallowed their spit you started to feel new levels need, the definition of the word insatiable finally grasped in your mind. One of their knees knocked apart your legs as their hand left your thigh, slipping to examine how wet you were and finding their digits slid through your folds with embarrassing ease.

"Mm…but that will be for another time," there was a sincerity in their words that made them so believable and you were certain they were correct about it. "Tonight, your job is to make him a bit more tolerable for the rest of us. Be a good pet and behave, won't you?"

As they sauntered away in a pace that existed to entice you to follow they threw one last wink over their shoulder, pointing you in the direction of where you were meant to go. In a haze you made your way to your destination, opening the doors to find your Patron sitting on the grand bed with glistening satin sheets, lounging back against the headboard with his arms outstretched, waiting for your arrival. He'd covered himself with an expensive robe, the one he'd deprived you of.

The red of its fine fabric matched his burning aura perfectly.

He observed your clumsy movements as you closed the doors with light amusement until the two of you were once again alone, his eyes appreciating your clean form as you walked to the foot of the bed. With a smile he raised a hand to motion you forward with one finger, his features fittingly illuminated by the hellfires that illuminated the room.

He was beautiful. Enticing. This very room could become an easy prison with no locked door if you allowed your resolve to slip.

"Come," he invited in a delicious tone, using one hand to untie his robe and allow it to fall open. He patted his thigh afterward to further elaborate on his instruction, one you were more than willing to follow. "Crawl to me…show me what an obedient, eager little pup you can be."

You did exactly as he told you to, enjoying the feeling of the soft sheets against your skin as you made your way to him. You climbed into his lap and straddled his waist between your thighs, core hovering over his hard and throbbing cock that you now wanted more than logic should reasonably allow. He felt how wet you were when your thighs made contact with his skin, breathing in deep to take in the scent of your arousal.

"My, my, how very eager you are," he spoke of you as if he was being presented with the meal of a lifetime. It made you feel desired in ways you weren't sure you'd be able to experience with anyone else for the remainder of your life. "I have to wonder, did my naughty toy find you along the way?"

You nodded, the only response you found yourself capable of, grinding down against his waist in a way that allowed his length to slip through your folds and spread your slick. His hands grasped your hips to follow your movements, chest vibrating against yours with a quiet purr as he appreciated your movements.

"Oh, of course they did…sometimes they just can't help it, the sinful thing…"

Both of his hands found their way to your thighs to grab them roughly, not making any effort to be mindful about his claws in places it wouldn't seriously hurt you - something that would become a pattern for the rest of your time together. Under his fingertips he could feel the welts that raised as a result of his scratching, smiling a charming smile as he took in your expression.

Finding you perfectly needy for him he reached one hand to grab your jaw and pull you closer, leaving his face hovering inches from yours. His skin was noticeably hotter against yours now, the undeniable evidence that he was just as effected by your closeness as you were his. His other hand gave your ass a swat to encourage you to raise up on your knees again, licking his lips when he could then reach toward your core and run his fingers through your folds again.

It was easier to feel the arousal he - and Haarlep, now - had earned when you weren't submerged in a tub. His fingers took the distance from your hole to your swollen clit painfully slow, matching the deep inhale he filled his lungs with along the way. Lost in how his hands felt against your body again you hardly noticed his tail wrap around one of your legs to hold you against him tighter, ensuring there was no chance of you climbing off before he'd had his fill.

It was hardly something he needed to do, but the implications of it made the experience all the better for him - and for you too.

"Don't forget to speak to me, my dear," he cooed, no annoyance present in his voice though he was hardly happy he had to remind you as he exercised a bit of patience at your current state. "I simply adore hearing the desperation in your words."

"Please, I need…"

Though he'd requested them your words were cut off as he pulled you against him rougher, pressing his throbbing length up into her core as he does. Your sentence quickly turned into a moan, your hands grabbing at his shoulders so you could cling to him in every sense of the word.

"Do go on."

You hated that his taunting tone sent a shiver down your spine and a hot wave of arousal straight to your core. Your desperation flooded every word that came from your mouth. "I need more," you were begging without having to be asked for it, something he would thank you for at a later time. "Something…a-anything you'll give me."

"Anything I'll give you?"

Was that particular choice of words a mistake? You found you couldn't come to a rational answer as you became lost in the embers of his eyes. You nodded, grinding against him to further your consent and ensure the point was driven home - you wanted him in whatever capacity he'd provide, in any way that would earn you more of his favor.

You hadn't realized your lip was quivering and your eyes were slightly watering out of the desperation but he had, soaking in the sight of you so wanton and lustful for him. It was his favorite look on you by far, and he couldn't resist the opportunity to see how truly indecent he could make you behave.

And all for him.

"Then prove to me you deserve it. Prove to me you're worth the effort from me and then I will prove to you that you are mine."

You only leaned closer to entice him the rest of the distance between you. You reached between your bodies with one hand to grasp his cock and rub it through your folds again, lining it up with your entrance and teasing down onto the tip slightly to test what he'd allow. He raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to express a thought that disappeared as you began to sink onto him, maintaining the eye contact you knew he loved as you moaned out his name quietly. He forgave you when your eyes fluttered closed to focus on taking his length and girth, your forehead falling down against his shoulder as a heavy breath fell from your lips.

"That's it," he was quick to compliment your efforts to ensure you knew how much he appreciated it, hoping the praise would keep you from giving up. "You can take me. Do not get discouraged…"

Your head nodded as another steady breath left your chest, shifting your hips to find the right angle to take him in. Though his words were honied you knew he was hardly the patient type and to avoid a temper change you pushed yourself onto as much of his length as you could take, finally earning a groan from him that was worth the quick shot of pain that being stretched like this brought. One of his arms reached to wrap around your waist and his other hand found the back of your head, cradling you against his form. His wings soon joined, wrapping both of you in privacy and what felt like the ultimate safety.

Within his wings it would be impossible for anyone who entered to see how well you began to ride him after a long adjustment period, how after several minutes of grinding and shifting and allowing him to pump into you you began to take him perfectly. Though he maintained his hold on your head your lips were finding their way to any place they could reach on his neck, chest, and jaw, eagerly nibbling and licking and sucking - testing if you could mark him like he'd undoubtedly mark you.

He decided you were testing him when you bit into him hard, his surprise announced by a grunt and a squeeze from his hand holding your hip. He gave your hair a tug to pull you upward into a hungry kiss, your moans joining together in the room as your hands grabbed his horns to hold him against you.

This is how he wanted you for him forever.

As your tongues danced your movements slowed, his hands meeting on your upper back to press your chest closer to his. Allowing you a partial breath he pulled away from the kiss to watch your face twist in pleasure as his claws dragged slowly down your back, pressing harder the lower they reached as he experimented with what you'd allow. You were eager to prove exactly what he'd requested - you could take what he would give.

His own head dropped to claim one of your breasts in his mouth, his tongue circling your nipple and flicking the nub several times before he changed his efforts to suck hard enough to bruise, glad he could stay here without a real breath for longer than what you may have previously experienced. He only pulled away to bite a mark into the soft flesh that immediately spilled some blood - as you continued to ride him exactly how you liked you either didn't notice or you didn't mind, either of which were fine by him.

"Very good," he purred, remembering how well you normally responded to his praise. He was thanked by a quiet moan and your walls tightening, fluttering around his length as he struck just the right cord in you. "Should I allow you release before I have my way with you?"

You were nodding before his sentence was fully complete and begging incoherently as your face buried into his neck again, continuing to lavish the skin with kisses. Your thighs began to shake at the mere thought of release, at how it would feel to gush around his length and how he would moan feeling you constrict him.

Whatever words he chose to give you permission were not fully understood, only their intent mattered. Though he wanted to pump into you at his own pace he allowed you to find release in this position yourself, happy it didn't take much longer for your walls to clamp around him and your head to throw back in ecstasy, your screams undoubtedly filling every wall in the house despite the closed door.

He held you down on his length as you spasmed through the high, enjoying the feeling of your body against his and focusing on how you felt held in his arms. He was always going to take what he wanted from you after you'd found this release but the longer he soaked in how small you were against his frame the more his own carnal desire began to take over his thoughts, a feral need building that wouldn't be long ignored.

"You have hold of me like an addiction," he breathed out heavy, shifting his hips beneath you - earning a whimper - wondering how much you'd truly be able to take. "So…unh…tight…"

Before you had fully returned to your senses he was pushing you onto your back, staying inside you with little effort and pinning you down with one hand on your stomach. His other hand rested at the base of your throat with his forearm beside your head, and just as your mind began to fathom how dangerous the position you were in was he kissed you slowly, silencing reason once again.

You could feel how sensitive you were as he pumped his length into you a few times - slowly to test your reaction. He pulled away from the kiss to examine your face, finding it filled with pleasure and overstimulation - traces of pain were there but you gave no indication he needed to stop.

"Do you think you can take what I will give you?"

His lips moved against yours sensually as he spoke, and you opened your mouth to answer for only a sob to be released. Instead you just nodded, hoping it would be enough in the circumstances and looking into his eyes with a pleading expression. He pressed a kiss to your bottom lip and pushed every inch you could take into you roughly, earning another sob that was muffled as he bit into your bottom lip enough to cause it to swell. He pulled away from the action with a wicked grin and savored your expression for a moment longer before this position came to an end.

He pulled out of you slowly, moving to stand next to the bed. In your haze you listened to him give you instructions to get on your knees and elbows, instructions you followed hastily on shaky limbs as he stroked his length watching you obey. When you were finally presenting yourself to him exactly how he wanted he mounted behind you, still grasping his length in one hand as his other reached forward to circle your dripping hole with two fingers.

"Precious. I will try not to break you."

His fingers were gone and replaced with his cock swiftly, his restraint gone as he thrusted in as far as he could, still trying to press further when he reached the end and smiling when the most beautiful cry filled the room from you. He groaned out deep as his hand found your stomach, pressing against it to hold you upward, reaching his other hand to slip the fingers that were coated in your slick into your mouth.

"So small beneath me," he breathed out, leaning forward to press a kiss over one of the red welts he'd created on your back. He engulfed you in this position, you were at his complete mercy - all hope of being anything but his ever again gone. He would never give you up. "On your knees for me. Just where you should be."

He forgot to be somewhat gentle with you as he thrust into you at a feral pace - or perhaps he just didn't care how little you were able to move when he was through. He continued to kiss your neck, shoulders, and back in any place he could reach, his teeth marking your skin anywhere he could manage. His claws were just as helpful in regard to marking you, reaching to scratch at your thighs and back - until he focused his hand's attention on your ass, spanking and scratching and grabbing roughly as proved to give him additional leverage as he pounded into you.

He was already obsessed with the way you took him with moans and cries while ensuring you stayed in the position he'd molded you into, eyes transfixed on how your tight hole took his length. When this whole Absolute ordeal was taken care of at your hands, he'd happily take this sight every day.

"Look at you just taking me," his voice was shaking now, matching your legs once again. His hand left your stomach to squeeze your throat, accentuating the fact that you were truly just taking whatever he would give. "And you do it so well, you sweet thing."

Content with how marked you were for him his hands instead grasped your waist in the gentlest grasp he'd offered yet, not quite matching the ferocity at which he pounded into you. Through blurred vision you were half aware of the familiar figure that slipped into the room through the shadows, the incubus unable to keep away witnessing what was filling the House with the irresistible sounds of flesh smacking against flesh.

You didn't know if Raphael noticed - you didn't care. You doubted a complaint would be heard if you offered one, and they would leave after you'd reached your release and they'd heard your euphoria anyway.

(Though you did momentarily hope that sinful tongue they'd offered earlier could be put to a better use, though you knew your body would be spent by then).

"Give me another," he ordered, feeling how your body was tensing up again at the threat of release, eager to feel you snap again. "And I want to hear it…"

He reached to rub your clit again at a speed that matched his thrusts, eager to feel how tight you'd squeeze him when you came undone, already intoxicated by the way your velvet walls were fluttering around his length. He was taking what he wanted from your body at a roughness that would no doubt leave bruises for you to feel on the road to Baldur's Gate - he certainly wouldn't heal marks that were a gift from him covering your back and neck and causing you to walk with a limp that so clearly displayed you had coupled with him.

He let you fall to the bed fully, only finding he was able to pound into you harder as you laid flat on your stomach. Unwilling to have you pass out he grabbed your hair on the back of your head and pulled hard enough to force it back so you could continue to breathe, leaning his torso over yours until he could twist your head and claim your lips in a rough kiss. He was hungry - feral - fully lost in himself as he chased his own pleasure, releasing all inhibition as he found his release. The only warning it was coming was the sloppiness that overtook his thrusts as the end neared, a growl rumbling in his chest as he pulled away from your lips to instead bite into your shoulder.

His seed was molten as it filled you, overflowing past his length. As his release filled your womb his teeth broke your skin and he tasted your blood as he was lost in his pleasure. He'd crave its flavor that was entirely you just as often as he'd crave claiming your womb now, knowing the mark would show you were his.

He continued to pump into you slowly several more times, holding you still as you squirmed and whimpered from the overstimulation, hearing the shake in your breaths and sweet sounds that proved to him you were crying. When he decided to pull out completely his chest shook with a quiet, dark laugh, finding a comfortable position straddling over your ass. His hands were loving in the way a curator's were with art, running over your scratched and bitten back adoringly for several moments, fingertips tracing the marks that would last the longest. He leaned down to press a kiss to a particularly possessive bite mark before removing his weight from you, rolling you to your side to to check that you were still capable of coherency.

You blinked up at him with glassy eyes, tear-stained cheeks proving he had been right about your tears. He leaned to press a single gentle kiss to your forehead as he pulled the blanket over your weak body. Selfish of a creature as he was, he was still capable of some semblance of aftercare - though that was it, it was enough from someone like him to someone like you.

"Well done, my dear. A wonderful demonstration of your devotion to me."

This praise - this tone. The very reason you'd do anything he asked, become anything he needed you to become. Anything he asked of you in a moment like this you'd provide. Part of you wondered how long it would take for him to exploit that fact.

"Next time you've behaved for me I will have Haarlep join us. They can lick my seed clean from you as I watch how you look beneath me."

(You'd think more on that particular promise later, when your mind was capable of wrapping around anything other than Raphael's finger again).

His new tone was undeniable and impossible to ignore, the reverence steeping every syllable enough to drown in them. Appreciation, worship. It was difficult to decide if being beneath him or hearing this newfound depth of praise was more fulfilling. You nuzzled closer to him still just barely conscious, physically submitting to the exhaustion that overtook every inch of yourself.

You nodded your head lazily in agreement before burrowing your face in his neck, enjoying the familiar scent of cherries, musk and sulphur that had come to mean power and protection to you. If you were lucky those sinful notes would linger in your senses in the coming day.

Though he was far from one to cuddle, he wasn't one to complain when presented with any show of mutual adoration from you, and he allowed his tail to drape across your legs in a subtle concession to your own desires.

Beyond that, he was still, but he was content.

"Rest," you were intoxicated with this voice, one you couldn't help but wonder how few beings had heard it, one free of any performance - honest, soft. "You will need it before you continue your journey. When you wake you'll be in camp with your cohorts, and when you reach the city again you will return to me."

In your last moments of consciousness, you remained his eager little pup.

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"Such a pretty little thing, you are." Haarlep says, tracing his fingertips down your arm. "I can taste the innocence on you, you know. Smell the arousal you feel oh so shameful about..."

"I'm just here looking for Raphael." you say quietly, ignoring the way Haarlep effects you so. It's just because he's an incubus, you lie to yourself. Trying to cling to your last shred of innocence, holding your virginity dearly.

A dark chuckle escapes his mouth, "I can help with that, my dear." The words peek your curiosity, thinking he may seriously offer you aid- though one look, and you see his form shifting to that of Raphael's likeness.

"Is this what you would prefer?"

"That's not what I meant, I actually-" you begin to say, the words dying on your tongue when Haarlep's tail wraps around your waist and pulls you against his chest. You know it's not really Raphael, but it still looks like him all the same, and it makes your knees weak.

"Isn't it though? I can practically taste the way you drip for the cambion." Haarlep tries to coax you, beguiling you with soft caresses and lewd words. "Oh, how much fun we could have stripping away that innocence of yours..."

As much as you hate to admit it, his word are enthralling, enticing your body to give into his whiles. You do want this, and he knows it. His lips skim across your skin, dragging up to your mouth with a whisper of what could be to come, his forked tongue slithering out, and flicking across your lips.

The tip of your tongue darts out, wetting your lips- body electrified by his touch, his aphrodisiacal effect a human just from the quick lick of his tongue. Aphrodisiac or no, you would've caved eventually. Especially while he bares the facade of Raphael.

Your knees go weak, eyes fluttering as you stare at him, waves of arousal pulsing in your core. He catches your body when your knees go weak, pulling you into bed. "There we go..."

He makes quick work of your clothes, flipping you onto your stomach and pulling you up onto your knees for him- face shoved into the pillow beneath you. His tail tickles as he drags it across your skin, dragging it up to encircle your wrists behind your back.

Haarlep strokes his cock behind you with a sly grin on his face, knowing all too well that using the likeness of Raphael for this will send him phantom pleasure and make him come running. To see you, his favorite client, bent over and being fucked- stripped of your virginity by none other than his personal incubus.

You're to preoccupied by the feeling of Haarlep's clawed hands caressing your body, fingers dipping between your thighs to spread your abundant wetness, to notice the cloud of red, and the appearance of Raphael behind you. His pants tight, and a scowl on his face.

"What have we hear?" Raphael says, his voice startling you- but you cannot get out from under Haarlep, his grasp on you tight. He sees you squirm, and chuckles, plopping down in the seat beside the bed- undoing his pants. "oh no, don't stop on my account, little mouse. You will finish what's been started."

Haarlep enters you all at once, not caring to let you adjust to the stretch, and a pained moan claws its way up your throat, muffled by the pillow beneath you. Raphael's voice shudders from the sight, feeling as if he is inside of you- the indirect feeling of taking your innocence sends him reeling, which is not an easy thing to do.

The phantom pleasure he feels is almost as good as the real thing, thought not quite. His chest burns in jealousy that his incubus got to you first, to be the one to take your maidenhead. But this is enough for now, the feeling of your wet cunt- however much a mirage it might be. He'll have you next, he swears. Even if he has to pry you from Haarlep himself.

Oh, Raphael will let Haarlep have his fun with you. He'll watch as you shudder in pleasure under him, envisioning himself easily. Because it is practically him.

He sits there silently, mesmerized by the sight of you taking Haarlep to the hilt- body innocent no longer, lewd noises escaping you as pain turns to pleasure. The phantom pleasure urges him on, but he waits. Waits until the telltale signs of an approaching orgasm appears before climbing into bed with you and Haarlep.

He admires the way you're so fucked out from so little- drool dripping down your chin as you near an orgasm. Likely one of the first you've ever experienced from the way you shudder and moan like this, as if it's an unfamiliar feeling to you.

Much to your surprise, but not dismay- Raphael grabs one is your delicate hands, wrapping it around his cock. He watches the way your eyes widen, as he squeezes his hand around yours, jerking himself off with your soft hands.

Oh, it's so beautiful, the way you cry out when your orgasm takes you, waves of pleasure rushing over your body- shaking, and dripping for the two of them. Raphael can't help it, the way his hot cum spurts out, splattering across your face.

Haarlep chuckles at the sight, you completely ruined. He grabs you by the face, fingers gathering some cum off your face, and shoving his fingers in your mouth, pressing against your tongue. You whine around his digits, but he shushes you, tongue darting out to lick you clean.

"Yeah! Sooo busy!" you reply, even though you weren't busy at all. It was kinda like an inside joke between the two of you. Someone had to be busy so the other could interrupt their 'important work' with kisses. He sees you on the couch and smiles. You glance his way when his sits down, the springs in your old couch whine underneath his weight. Luckily you got it for dirt cheap, so you didn't care if it broke.

Almost like clockwork, you climb into his lap. One of his large hands grabs your waist, the other is placed on your back. "You look so pretty tonight," he says, though he said that every time he saw you. To Raph, you were always beautiful, no matter what you were wearing. You look down in your pajamas and shrugged "I don't look any different to how I normally do."

"Exactly," he mumbles, before pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is passionate and filled with affection. Your hands find his large shoulders as he softly bites on your bottom lip. You take the hint, parting your lips for him. His tongue tangles with yours, a soft groan leaving his throat. You feel yourself grow wetter as Raph picks you up effortlessly and starts carrying you to your bedroom without breaking the kiss.

He lays you down onto your bed, lips moving down your jaw and to your neck. He knew that he couldn't leave marks, a rule he instated himself because he didn't want his brothers or anyone else to find out. But every instinct screamed at him to cover your neck and chest in marks. Raph pulls your shirt up and over your head, tossing it carelessly. Then, he unclasped your bra with practiced ease. He watches your nipples harden into peaks.

Your bottoms are soon to follow, alongside your panties, both tossed to the side for you to find in the morning. Raph stares at your naked body for a second, just drinking it in. No matter how many times he sees you naked, he can't help but admire you. After he snaps out of his daze, he pulls down his baggy shorts, letting his thick cock spring free. You always look so small compared to his large size.

He rubs the tip against your pussy lips, getting your wetness all over it. A whine leaves your lips as he teases you. Your cunt begging to be filled by him. Raph catches on and lines himself up with your entrance. His free hand finds yours and grabs onto it. He slowly pushes his cock inside of you, letting you adjust inch by inch. You let out a content sigh as he kisses your forehead.

Once he bottoms out, his hands move to your hips, grabbing onto them. He slowly pulls out until just the tip is inside, then thrusts all the way back in, making you moan. Raph does this repeatedly, watching your face fill with pleasure. Your hands grip onto the bedsheets as his thrusts make your tits bounce.

Raph starts to speed up as your walls clamp down around him. He leans down, pressing his lips against yours once again. The two of you sloppily make out as he fucks you into the mattress. His kisses were passionate and filled with love while his thrusts nearly took the wind out of you. No matter how many times you two did this, you would never get used to the level of pleasure Raph could bring you to just from his cock alone.

He could feel you getting close to your peak, your walls fluttering around his length. It felt like heaven to him and he never wanted to stop. Your head tilts back into the pillow and he uses the opportunity to kiss your neck. "Fuck! Raph, I'm-" you could barely make out the sentence before you were coming undone on his cock. He groans, pulling out of you abruptly. Before you even have time to ask, cum is spurting out of his tip and onto your stomach.

Once you both have come down from your high he settles beside you. The two of you just lay there for a while, all sweaty and panting, the usually post nut clarity started to sink in. "Are you...?" he trails off, leaving the question open ended. "Yeah, I'm okay," you reply, knowing that he was looking for reassurance that he didn't hurt you. "Good," he turns on his side, planting a kiss on the top of your head "I'm glad."

Star's notes -> How long has it been since I wrote proper smut? Idk we're not going to think about that

(Thank you, sweet anon, for requesting!)

Be honest, 

It's been… What 30 minutes? 30 long minutes of you and your party standing outside of the abandoned village's gate listening (without interruptions, mind you) to Raphael go on and on about some cryptic warnings and strange tales. Honestly, you stopped paying attention ages ago when you had to tell Lae'zel via tadpole that, no, she can't cut his throat. Hells, even Gale is getting impatient, and he's as long-winded as they come. Everyone was over it, so putting on the leader pants, you go to silence the chatty cambion… of course, it didn't work when you, being a person of few words, tried the subtle approach and he was still trying to make his poetic points. Then your patience snaps. "Alright, we get it! Could you shut up already?!" Raphael goes silent from your burst of bluntness; it was rude and coarse… but he couldn't help how it made the slight smirk tug at the corner of his lips, something you immediately noticed. "Well, what kind of decorum is that? I try to give you sage words of wisdom, and this is my thanks, mouse?" he tsked his lips with a smile, his eyes lightening up at your annoyance… You roll your eyes, pushing past him with your party in tow. "Fuck off…" is all you utter before hearing a smooth laugh and a rushing flame. Seems like honesty worked.

2. Catching him by surprise, 

You are completely exhausted; your head and body scream and ache as you try to stretch your worn-out muscles. All your other companions have gone to rest for the night, something you are egar to do but the viscera and sweat that cling to you are too uncomfortable to ignore. So, gathering your things, you head down to the river for a cleansing soak to finally relax. However, as you head to your destination, a familiar figure leaning against a tree catches your attention and makes you roll your eyes... Raphael... "Well, mouse, you look completely worn down, not your usual bright eye look. You look miserable in fact." his voice purs as he walks beside you. With a sigh you continue on with him in tow mocking you. You don't need to look up to see that he's smirking at your annoyance. "I wouldn't say miserable, just not to be tested." you snip back, but Raphael only chuckles further, "I guess I should be careful when teasing you then..." He can tease you... but not with his words; you would want him to tease you with his hands... With his body... No, you can't be thinking like that for the annoying devil. Raphael starts his usual long-winded speeches, but not being in the mood, you ignore him. Finally getting to the river bank, you begin to undo your shirt, and as the fabric hits the ground and you undo your underclothes, that is when you hear silence? Turning, you See Raphael looking a bit surprised, and that just fuels you more. Stripped down you finally step into the water keeping your eye contact with him, he's finally quite and you can't help but feel smug. "Want to finish your rambling in the river with me?" You ask with a broad smile, perhaps showing off your assets just a bit to taunt him some more. Raphael thinks for a moment, his eyes drinking you in before responding, "Sorry, mouse, but I am afraid I have lost my train of thought... Another time, though..." With a snap, he's gone, leaving you to soak in silence. It's a bittersweet victory.

3. Interrupt Nicely 

You're in the middle of a celebration, one step closer to the city and another successful job of saving those you've become close to. Everyone in Last Light has been drinking, and you are feeling tipsy as you continue to drink more from the goblet filled with dry wine. Then you hear a familiar voice, "You're looking quite flushed, mouse... Careful not to indulge too much; your journey is far from over." Even drunk, you can tell who it is without looking, but you do (he's too pretty not too). Turning, you meet his smirk with a broad smile; warm and giggly, you can't help but feel unintimidated by him in this drunken haze. "If it isn't my stalker. Come to try and trick me out of my soul again?" Amused Raphael sits next to you, "I wouldn't dare try and take it from you in this state; it would be far too easy..." You giggle, leaning in close to him, taking a second to bask in his warmth and the curves and lines of his face before placing a finger to his lips, shushing him. "Shh, stop flirting with me, or I will think you're falling for me, devil." Raphael chuckles as he moves your hand and kisses your knuckles and your wrist. "Don't get cocky, mouse... That's what gets you mortals in trouble..." You lean in closer, resting your head on his chest, "Fine, fine, I won't be cocky; that's a better look on you anyways..." Raphael just lets you lean on him as he softly plays with your hair. He would never say it... but you might be right…

4. Interrupt Rudely 

He helped you... Why would a cambion like him have helped you? Of course, you knew his interest in your soul and aid in getting the crown, but you had been clear that you were not taking his deal... yet here he was, burning the wretch you were fighting to a crisp before they got the upper hand on you; he said he could be a savior of sorts, but this should be against his nature... As everyone is tending to their wounds, you are listening to him monologuing in, of course, the most flowery language. You start to wonder if this is always how he talks... Surely not; he must crack sometimes... Everyone has a weakness. Looking at his distinguished face, listening to his rich voice, you realize that he has a weakness for you—a weakness that has slowly grown on you as well. So, in a moment of impulse or maybe just wanting to shut him up yet again, you grab him by the collar, causing him to look down at you confused as you drag him closer and press your lips to his. It takes Raphael a moment to realize what's even happening before he's leaning into you, running his fingers through your hair. Then, when you slip your tongue through his lips to lick against his searing tongue, he groans, pulling you closer to his body as he takes in your taste (finally). After a few moments letting the passion overtake you both, you push him away. You look up at the shocked cambion, who seems to be at a loss for words. Smirking, you pat his cheek, "You talk too much." and though part of you wants to walk him back to your tent, you say goodnight and walk away. Raphael watches as you go to your tent, leaving him gawking at you. Meanwhile your companions watch with mouths agape at the scene that has just played out. "What the fuck is going on?" Karlach says while Gale stares unblinking, "I don't have the faintest clue..." Raphael eventually leaves, amused and eager to see you again. 

5. Keeping his mouth busy