He was supposed to be fair dealing, level headed in his contacts, this Raphael… but you did the one thing to set his temper ablaze, coming into his home… trying to steal his things…

Disturbing the order of a devil and violating his trust, not to mention your deal….

Now, three sets of eyes glow in the flickering heat, the drag of claws on the tiles coming inexorably closer until you feel the singeing steam of his breath on your face.

He stinks of charcoal and sulfur. Gone the sweetness of cherries and the sharpness of citrus to mask it all.

It violates your nose, assaults your senses.

Then, you make the single mistake of cracking one eye lid…

Bony and horrific, three faces in one disgusting skill glare at you, three tongues clean three maws… not all at once. Your eyes dart to follow each jaw as it unhinges, each pink tongue as it licks the bony mandible only to snap shut in rapid succession.

Then, you hear him speak… lower, like rocks grinding in an avalanche. He grumbles your name…. “My lost little mouse… that couldn’t escape my house…. Oh what to do with you, I wonder….”

A strange sort of clacking reverberates before you, as you realize he’s… laughing.

“You know… the old adage about playing with fire…” something hot, searing, wraps around your middle. His tail. Flames licking through the skeletal weave of his black bony exterior. “One is bound to get burned.”

Pain wracks your body as it’s lifted by that coil around your belly as he hoists you up and slams you against the wall. That center face presses against your pulse point, and you feel him smelling you.

Scenting you.

“I’ve been watching you, waiting for you… and now… you came into the devil’s lair, spoiling for a fight, and finally… you’re going to give the devil his due.”

That wash of breath on your skin steals the air from your lungs, a shakey, trembling exhale is all you have to offer in reply. Your eyes go wide at the sight of him. That smarmy devil, dark hair and eyes entirely replaced by this… You shudder as you take him in. All of him. This magnificent fiend. His devilishly handsome mortal veil, you didn’t trust, the Cambion was more interesting, but this…

“Hells,” you aptly curse as you feel the heat from his form melting into your flesh. “Raphael…” his name is barely more than a tickle as it scratches your throat, unwantedly slipping out.

You see his hideous head cock to one side, yellow eyes wreathed in flame wandering over your form, where he’s pinned you to the wall.

“The very same. The devil is ready to collect his due, and of course, there are many ways to be paid…” his deep voice chortles. Feeling you twitching in his grip, his fleshless nostrils sniffing as his heads press lower… lower… until that center head is snug against the apex of your thighs.

“Fuck…” you breath, but it’s enough. Your body does the rest of the effort to betray you as your press your thighs together for relief, hot and wet in your core and not from the heat of the hells.

That grinding laughter echoes again. “You should not smell so enticing while facing down your judgment and my wrath, little mouse.” The bony edges of his face rub into your belly, the cloth of your leathers tearing easily away from your flesh in gashes.

So easy. So thin. So dangerous. Monstrous.

Your hand fumbles at your hip, some last ditch effort at survival. Hilt in hand, your instincts react before your mind, driving that blade into his chest.

It looks so small the tip barely wedged in his ribs of blacked bone.

And he only laughs harder; one clawed hand lifts from your supple flesh to close around your shaking grip on the weapon.

Then he pushes, driving it into his body, all three maws gaping in a deep and guttural groan. “Oh… an excellent idea, little mouse. An amusing attempt at defense… if entirely futile.”

You gasp, jaw dropped as you can feel his heartbeat through the blade, the metal warming in your fist as you use it to hold yourself up.

But then the fiend only closes his clutches around you and moans… head arching back with the pleasure-pain as he purrs, “Oh, I didn’t know you planned such an exquisite introduction.” He levels those three faces at you again, yellow eyes of flame glinting with sadistic glee.

“Do it again…” he growls. “No hesitancy this time, little mouse. Stab me, cut me, maim me… wound me like you mean it.” His clawed hand grips around your own holding the weapon, pulling it back out.

Your jaw drops, as you scan his form. His dilated eyes, his heaving, bleeding chest, even something hard and copiously hot prods between your legs into the gusset of your leathers.

Raphael chuckles, grinding that hard heat up into you. “Do not insult me with leniency. You came into my house, you sought to end the master… finish your task and savor my wrath. Thrust!” he growls, one maw of his face opening and rolling out its tongue to lap at the sweat on your neck.

Your body obeys, but only because you loved the noise he made as the blade bit flesh. You press the dagger to his chest, locking eyes with the beast that pins you to the wall, and you thrust inside his chest slowly. Your own wanton moan slips from your mouth as you feel the blade sink into his flesh and your own body shiver with need.

That makes him both freeze and… hum. “Oh… little mouse, if I had known the sort of predator you would seek, I would have come with my contract, my offer for you in my maw.”

“Perhaps I would have accepted you… perhaps not,” you somehow manage to find a hint of wit through the veil of your fear and the shroud of your lust. “Guess we will never know.”

His monstrous laugh rumbles and shakes your bones as his cock grinds up your pelvis, its large, weeping head already past your navel. “Perhaps you wish to indulge in my wrath?” his voice almost echoes threefold as he grinds against you, as his tail wraps around your stomach and tightens.

You raise your head, lips parted as you try to wet them. “How wrathful are you?” you seem to whisper and purr at once…

…as if the idea excites you.

“Mmm, very…” he pants, thrusting against you, humping you faster, “very… wrathful.”

His claws reach for your waistband, making quick work of your leathers, the fabric parting to bare your soft, supple and very mortal flesh. He drags you higher up the wall, tail lifting you until your hips are at his eye level… his mouth level.

Three tongues slide from bony jaws, trailing steaming, scalding hot spittle up both your thighs and the thickest laves right through your dripping seam. A flurry of curses leave your lips, but none are sufficient to really convey just how good it feels. They lick and swirl and circle, everywhere all at once… and you curse again, knowing your body is his and your soul is damned for this bliss. Then you whimper his name, “Raphael…”

Lapping his maws, he lifts his head. With that bony mane of horns and tusks so close to your face, you’re more nervous to lose an eye than anything. It’s all too close for comfort. You press a kiss on the bleached white of his muzzle.

He grows impossibly hot, engulfing you in that inferno, making you sweat until your top sticks and clings to your curves and breasts. Then you hear your name in his unholy voice. His hips shift, that thick, blunted head of this cock now pushes against your cunt. The way you are soaked in sweat and… other things, it makes you blush with unabashed need and flush with desire.

“Go on then, devil,” you goad him, smiling and pulling him by the bony tusk of his face to kiss him. “Give me your judgment, condemn me to your wrath….”

“Music to my ears,” he replies dangerously fast before holding you tight and thrusting into you. It burns so deliciously, hips splitting to take him in.

You scream, not in terror or pain, but in the blissful pressure it is to be filled. Your mind races through your encounters with the devil before, ones rife with tension and flirtation, hints of desire and mutual lust, ones that always left you suddenly cold and aching for more.

And now, you have more, more than you thought you ever could handle. He pushes deep inside you, and, hanging your head, you gasp. Your eyes well with blissful tears to see just how much of him is still… unsheathed between your thighs.

Your nose fills with the scent of flame and sulfur, your body dripping with sweat so close to those flames that lick and dance beneath the cages of black winding bone of his body. With every thrust, your body opens, every press of him inside you he chuffs threefold in your face. You lift your head, breathless from the pressure and pain as you meet those unholy eyes.

“Mine…” he growls, hips snapping harder, his breath beating down at you as he pants with every thrust. Your walls would clench if they could do more than take his massive size inside you. You’re already so hot, the inferno of lust and pleasure tightens in your belly. “My mouse, my quarry, my prey.”

Any thought of contracts or purloined treasure are fucked from your thoughts. All is fire on your skins and in your cunt, and you struggle to breath as you feel the ridges raise along the width of his cock as he grows more insistent and sloppy.

Close to his orgasm.

You whine at the friction, at the foreign drag between your thighs, inside your belly. It sends you careening into climax, your screams echoing louder than the shrill whine of the souls bound to this place.

A roar above you from his middle-maw and his tail clenches hard and fast, almost cutting off your air supply. It’s steaming. Scalding. Hot inside you. His cum pulses and pushes to fill you, those ridges of his cock gripping into your walls and locking him in place, even as he gives a few final, deep-driving thrusts.

“Hells…” the curse leaves your lips before you can prevent the irony. Then, you look up with wide eyes at the sound that comes from the fiend before you. In you.

A strange noise settles in his throat. A low rumble. A laugh… that gives way to something gentle. Soft. As if he’s… purring.

“Such a good little mouse, a delicious morsel to submit to my wrath. Why… I have half a mind to keep you,” he growls his words even as he purrs still, the vibrations shaking your chest. “But there are many ways to… negotiate such an arrangement. You’ll have one final deal from me before it’s over.”

His lipless faces smile. “And I advise you to take it when it comes, my mouse.”

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