#mccnrxse // wanda

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@mccnrxse sent: ❛ tell me what you want. ❜ [ haarlep & wanda ]

With Raphael's voice still as their own, Haarlep laughed. Had they been in their true form, it would have been higher pitched and come out as a giggle. But Raphael didn't giggle, so Haarlep didn't either.

"Little mouse," they cooed. They brushed the back of their hand against her face so not to inflict any damage with their claws. It would be a shame to see such beautiful flesh torn open. "I believe I'm supposed to be asking that question." Haarlep wasn't made to be pleased, but to pleasure others. It was cute, though, that she was interested in their desires. Cute, but foolish.

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♡ [ from wanda for haarlep ]

Send ♡ to see what my muse thinks of yours LOW | ●●●●● | HIGH

●●●○○ | ATTRACTION

●●●○○ | AFFECTION

●●●○○ | INTEREST

●○○○○ | LOYALTY

●○○○○ | TRUST

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Haarlep laughed. Again. They didn't think it was possible for them to laugh this often in such a short period of time. But this little mortal kept surprising them. Maybe they would get to keep her. Haarlep knew how to beg.

They traded their painful grip for something softer. Lips pressed to the reddening flesh where their claws had just been. Little, feather light kisses on each wrist. "Hmm, sometimes," they answered. "There's so many options when it comes to sex. It's hard to pick a favorite." A quick swipe of the tip of their tongue over her pulse. "A rough partner can be thrilling. Someone to hold you down and make you beg. And you're completely at their mercy."

Their tail snaked around their body and lightly brushed her thigh. It was natural for devils and tieflings to entwine their tails during mating, but this wasn't instinctual. Haarlep moved with purpose.

It seemed a rather rhetorical question, yet Wanda still shrugged as an answer. She didn't think anyone would enjoy a lot of talking, especially reciting poems during sex, but to each their own.

Their touch was gentle, even when they pulled her closer. She got goosebumps from their touch and could feel her heartbeat quicken just a little bit. When Wanda came to the House of Hope she didn't really plan on trusting anyone she would meet there, but, based on who Haarlep was and on their nature, she trusted they knew a lot more about pleasure than her. She had to admit, it did sound kind of exciting. Until they got to calling partners not-so-nice names, that's when her own tail slightly flicked. A small gasp fell from her lips when their claws dug into her wrist. Shit. She actually liked it. ❝So, slapping your rear and calling you slut gets you going?❞ she asked in a playfully teasing tone without thinking, words left her lips before she could stop herself.

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Haarlep didn't have many options when it came to conversation. Raphael was who they spoke to most frequently. If they got the chance to leave the boudoir, they usually used it to pester the Eternal Debtors or the Archivist. But having someone here who didn't have ties to Raphael? The urge to gossip was too strong.

"Would anyone?" they asked with a dismissive wave of their hand. Their pleasures never mattered.

With a new smirk on their lips, they reached out to gently grasp her hands. Haarlep drew her closer to their body. "Talking during can be pleasurable if done correctly. You can tell your partner exactly what you're going to do to them." The pads of their fingertips gently traced the lines of her palm. "Maybe call them sweet names, like darling, or sweetheart." They softly petted over her pulse. "You could even call them things like slut, or whore." Their grin sharpened and claws dug into her wrist, careful to not break the skin, just to leave a stinging pain. "Pain and pleasure do go hand in hand, dear one."

❝That's...❞ she started, but couldn't really find the right words to describe what she was feeling. Disgust? Appalled? Hmm, that was not quite it. She would definitely hate it if it was her. The less talking the better, except for some things here and there. But it was not like she had to sleep with Raphael himself. ❝That actually sounds about right,❞ she shrugged, finally finishing her sentence, followed by a soft, small laugh. He definitely loved to recite poems – that she noticed rather quickly.

❝But the question is, you you enjoy that?❞ Her brow lifted and her gaze followed every step Haarlep made. There it was, that damned curiosity again. One day it will be the death of her.

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Brows raised at her confession. Haarlep often forgot just how different mortals were from devils. While they understood that some took pleasure in servicing others, it was usually to boost their own pride when it came to their talent in bed. And yet, here was this little mortal, telling them that sex was even better when their partner was able to enjoy it as well.

Haarlep considered playing devil's advocate, but decided against it.

The laugh that escaped came from deep in their belly. Raphael's stolen face flashed sharp, pointy teeth with a curling grin. "He would recite poems to me in bed," they confessed in a hushed whisper. "Timed perfectly for the final line to be when he finished."

They were dodging her questions and she was getting nowhere with this, and it was starting to annoy her just a bit. ❝Actually, it is, yes.❞ Oh, she was most definitely going to pay for this. But she was also tired of dancing around. ❝It is more enjoyable for me if the other person also gets pleasure out of it, especially if I can give it to them,❞ she revealed. Wanda hadn't indulged much in carnal desires, but from her own limited experience, she knew a few things that she quite enjoyed.

Her ears lowered a bit closer against her skull in displeasure, and she slightly winced in disgust at the mention of Raphael. It was on her, she started it, and she absolutely hated it. ❝His poems make me rather dry,❞ she said deadpan and smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes.

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Despite their expression never changing, their tail lightly flicked in annoyance. They fought the urge to roll fiery eyes at what was apparently some righteous mortal. "Is that what you want?" they purred. "To see me quivering with pleasure?" It was easy to avoid questions when you wore nothing but a leather harness.

"Why are we discussing Raphael? Unless, of course, you want to pretend." Haarlep was good at that. "I can be Raphael for you, recite you poems and offer you a deal for the greatest pleasure you have ever felt." A clawed hand trailed over their stomach. "A little mouse went sneaking / While the master was sleeping."

A shiver ran down her body at their touch. She didn't want to admit it, but she liked the touch. They sure were interested in her and her desires, but there was a curiosity of her own bubbling inside of her.

❝Has anyone ever been interested in you? In things that you like?❞ she asked, her gaze following Haarlep's every step. ❝I highly doubt Raphael cares about you.❞ Wanda was sure she was walking on thin ice, but something prompted her to ask these further questions. Perhaps soon there would be a new proverb - curiosity killed the fox.