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The Fine Print: Chapter 16

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Rating: 18+

Summary: Raphael seems distant and distracted, leading Tav to seek out what is going on with her husband.

Chapter 16: The Incubus

The halls of the House of Hope hummed with a strange power. Over the past several days the electric signature of the anomaly had grown stronger. Tav met the signals with the echoes of her own power searching for the origin and their purpose. Probing the arcane signature of warding magic felt like striking a brick wall with a soft limb. The power smelled like birch pitch and minerals. Tav’s arcane senses felt bruised and irritated the more she poked at the magical barriers. What was Raphael doing with so much warding magic around the halls?

Tav tested the handle on the door to Raphael’s study. It was locked and humming with the Weave of an arcane lock spell. Tav sighed irritably. The last time she had seen her dear husband was for a quick romp in their bedroom. Raphael had come to bed late but only stayed long enough for a quick fuck and quick kiss on his way out the door despite her repeated attempts to ask him what was keeping him so busy and why there was so much new warding magic guarding the House of Hope. The next morning she was greeted by a fresh set of logistics documents for her review on his side of the bed.

Asshole.

Tav knocked insistently on the locked door to Raphael’s study.

“Raphael, I know you’re in there. It’s late. You can’t keep up permanent residence in your study,” Tav admonished firmly.

Silence.

“Raphael, at least tell me what’s going on,” Tav pleaded futilely. She lamely dropped her fists to her sides in resignation. There was always the chance that Raphael was not at home, despite the servants repeatedly assuring her that he was present in the House of Hope. Raphael’s lack of any communication was leaving her uneasy.

Tav ran her fingers over her forehead. She could feel the tension building up to the tips of her fingertips and running down the back of her neck. If she wasn’t careful, she was going to give herself a stress headache and spend the next few days nursing a migraine in her bed.

On her return to her bedchamber, Tav passed the door to the boudoir. She paused for a moment in the corridor. A bath in the restoration pool would ease her burgeoning headache. She gingerly opened the door and entered.

Haarlep sat on the edge of the restoration pool. They absentmindedly brushed spilled water from the tiles on the edge of the pool back into the basin with the back of their hand. They wore a dark red fabric robe wrapped loosely around their waist with high slits that ran up both thighs and a waistband ornately decorated with gems and small golden discs. Warm water dripped in rivulets down their legs, soaking the crepe robe they had been wearing and causing it to stick it to their flesh.

“Little Wife, it’s a privilege to host you in my boudoir,” Haarlep greeted with a grin. They stood to greet her, the waistband of their robe sinking under the moisture and dipping low enough to be considered indecent on the mortal planes.

“Hello, Haarlep,” Tav greeted coolly. She stripped out of her robe and sat with her legs in the warm water up to her knees. “Is that robe new? I don’t think I’ve seen you wear anything other than leather in quite some time.”

Haarlep coyly examined the points on their claws before tracing them down the dark fabric in a mockingly demure gesture.

“Oh this little thing? I like to be well-dressed at times,” they traced their forked tongue over their lower lip, “it makes it much more exciting to be stripped down and raw. Though I can say that most of the time I prefer to be well-undressed.”

Tav slid into the warm water up to her neck and started to soak. She closed her eyes and tried to relax. Haarlep pulled a lever to adjust the temperature of the restoration pool. There was a hiss and a few dull clicks before the water temperature rose a few degrees. Thick wafts of steam rose from the water’s surface. They sat at the edge of the water behind her and poured some fragrant oils into the bath. The aroma carried a strong white floral scent of jasmine with underlying notes of spice and smoke. The incubus delicately traced around Tav’s throat before beginning to massage her shoulders with an artful touch.

“Little Wife, you are so very tense. It doesn’t seem like the Master has been taking care of you properly,” they mused like an afterthought.

“If you think I will tell you the juicy details of the last time Raphael and I made love, you are sorely mistaken.”

“My guess is that he stuffed your cunt full of his cock while you lay beneath him. How boring.”

Tav cocked an eye open to peer up at the incubus. She shook her head with a smile before blurting out the light chuckle she had been trying to hold in. They were, in fact, correct on their presumptions.

“Tell me what has made you so worked up, Little Wife,” Haarlep started again, finding a particularly tight spot on her back. With every massage from the incubus, Tav found it harder and harder to soak silently.

“A lady has to keep some secrets,” Tav fired back, crossing her legs under the water.

“I can be a great listener,” the incubus purred.

“That doesn’t surprise me,” Tav muttered curtly. Haarlep grabbed a loofah and gently washed Tav’s arms. They inspected every inch of skin and peered curiously at her fingers. They chuckled slightly as they investigated Tav’s nails for signs of wear or breakage. Despite their lustful posturing, it was becoming increasingly more obvious how easily the incubus has collected information over the millennia.

“No need to act so coy,” the incubus admonished lightly. “This is an amiable bath between friends.” Despite the sly smile on their face, Tav could see a deeply hidden layer of hurt at her mistrust. Tav watched Haarlep bathe her silently for a few minutes.

“Raphael has been a bit distracted lately,” she finally admitted.

“He becomes such a grump when he is overwhelmed,” they pouted deeply with an exaggerated scowl. Tav giggled at not-Raphael’s face pouting at the injustices of the Hells.

“I haven’t seen him much lately,” Tav sat upright in the water. She took the loofah from Haarlep.

Haarlep unlaced the robe they had been wearing and disinterestedly cast it aside. They slinked into the water next to her before grabbing another sponge and bathing themselves.

“The Master invited some visitors lately, most of them were Baatezu arcanists, ward specialists I believe.”

Tav wiggled her eyebrows at the incubus. “Did you get the chance to enjoy them?”

Haarlep licked their lips as they reminisced. “For one of them I got to be a half-Elf druid. I fucked him while moaning about the Treefather or some nonsense. I’m not sure the Treefather would approve of my use of vines and tentacles, but they did make for a fun evening. Just imagine the fun I could have had if I could wild shape. I could resolve so many new forbidden fantasies for our guests,” they growled with an ursine edge. “It’s always fascinating when Infernal arcanists state a desire to be dominated by a different type of power, especially something so mortal.”

“How many of the guests you entertain request mortal forms?” Tav asked, curious.

Haarlep lazily stroked their cock under the water. “The devils I entertain can find Hellish partners anytime they want. Mortal bedfellows are much less common, and most Archdevils aren’t very good at sharing their pets.”

Tav flashed a quick, biting look at the Incubus who chuckled at her indignation. “As you’ve made perfectly clear to the Master, Little Wife, you are not a pet, though if you had seen him before you signed your paterfamilias contract, you never would have accused him of keeping you like one.”

“Do you know what has been bothering Raphael?” Raphael had been ill-tempered and distant. He was hesitant to reveal much about what had been governing his mood.

Haarlep purred, “how badly do you wish to know, Little Wife?” They were well aware of Raphael’s prohibitions on playing with her.

“What is it going to cost me?”

Haarlep clutched a hard to their chest in mock fury. “You wound me, Little Wife. I was simply going to suggest we play a little game.”

Tav smirked. “A boudoir game?” The incubus’s fingers were lightly cupping Raphael’s testicles. It was impressive that Raphael managed to get so much of the Hells conquered while being constantly fondled.

“Alright,” Tav agreed. “I’ll play your game.”

Haarlep turned away from her in the restoration pool. “My former master, the very Lord of the Eighth, is furious over Raphael’s continued defiance. His emissaries returned from the House of Hope empty handed, while the Lord Mephistopheles expected them to return with a deal and a crown.”

“I can’t imagine Mephistopheles was very happy with Maalphus.”

“There was a great deal of screaming involved as he was devoured. Mephistopheles consumed all of his party in a fiery rage as he shredded them limb from limb. How humiliating that he was bested by his cambion son and his mortal wife.” The annihilation of Mephistopheles’s emissaries was really no great loss, as they didn’t seem to be that great at what they did in the first place.

“Does Mephistopheles know the nature of my relationship with his son?”

“Were you hoping to celebrate midsummer in your father-in-law’s circle of the Hells, Little Wife? No one outside of the House of Hope knows the true nature of your deal with Raphael, but the Lord of the Eighth desperately wants to read a copy of your contract.” The in-law that no one on Toril or in the Nine Hells of Baator ever wanted.

“How is Mephistopheles aggravating Raphael?” Tav looked down at her clenched fists and released the nervous tension that she had been carrying.

“Your Lord Husband has nearly defeated Zariel’s armies. She has few forces available left to defend her Citadel, except for a little mercenary force that was hired by the Lord of Cania.”

“Why did Mephistopheles hire mercenaries to support Zariel?”

Haarlep rose from the restoration pool and dried themself off. “That I do not know, Little Wife.” A pit opened up in Tav’s stomach as the realization dawned on her. Mephistopheles wants the Crown of Karsus back.

Tav hesitantly followed Haarlep’s lead and rose from the pool. She wrapped herself in a towel and bent down to gather her dress.

“Now, I believe you agreed to play a little game with me,” Haarlep gyrated their hips in wide, elegant circles with their wings lightly flapping behind them and their tail reaching to graze every piece of furniture within reach. They sauntered up to her and gently took the towel, leaving her standing naked in the boudoir.

Tav folded her arms across her chest to cover her breasts. Haarlep scowled at her hesitance.

“Little Wife, I know the master’s rules around fondling, licking, and fucking. We are going to play dress up.” They took Tav by the arm and dragged her across the boudoir to the wardrobe. The incubus pulled the doors of wardrobe open and began to rifle through the contents.

“If you want me to wear your smallclothes, I’m not a big fan of leather,” Tav deadpanned.

Haarlep cackled and held out a pair of dark linen trousers and a loose shirt. “Put these on,” they pulled Tav in front of a full-length mirror and had her watch herself as she dressed. The trousers were simple and well tailored but the white linen shirt was much too large. The front of the men’s shirt had a cord tie that always came undone no matter what knot Tav used to tie it. She used to wear these clothes in camp after she stepped foot off of the nautiloid.

Tav immediately understood the incubus’s game.

Tav traced her fingers down the front of the replica of her first set of camp clothes. She hadn't found a suitable dress to wear until they purchased one from the Zhent. Shadowheart later helped her alter and dye the dress boreal blue in the waters of Underdark.

“The Houses of Archdevils are always dripping with finery and luxury, so imagine my surprise, Little Wife, when the Master requested I become a human female dressed like a peasant in my boudoir.”

Tav studied the incubus’s grin. “You didn’t have my face then, whose guise did you wear?”

Haarlep wiggled their ass as they began to transform into a few different options. “You’re correct, I didn’t have your face.” A striking blonde woman with dark brown doe eyes smiled back at her, completely nude. Haarlep’s voice had changed and was low and sultry. “This is the first one that I wore for him, but he didn’t seem to like her very much. He didn’t request her a second time.” Haarlep gave her firm breasts a squeeze before their body changed again to a redhead. “None of the forms that I have seemed to satisfy him.” Haarlep cycled through a few more human faces with a wide variety of hair colors, skin colors, body types, eye colors, tattoos, and piercings. The incubus settled into the Archduchess’s cambion skin.

They pulled at the hem of Tav’s linen shirt. “This outfit is so dull, let’s find you something better to wear.”

Haarlep presented her with a white lace garment and watched intently while she dressed herself. The lace nightgown covered most of her torso and the hemline ran down to her mid-thigh. Tav traced her fingers over the soft floral lace detailing. The neckline was spritzed with a soft fruit and floral perfume with notes of peach and orchid. The incubus clapped with glee. “The Master pretended that you visited him in the Devil’s Den wearing only this.”

“Did he fold me over his desk when he had his way with me?” Tav teased.

“I recall you were on your back for that rendezvous, Little Bride. You and the master had just wed. He had me pretend that you were consummating your Infernal union in secret late at night. He wanted me to be sneaking around while your companions were asleep. I would tell him tales of how I spent my days adventuring while at night I would return to him.” The incubus played coy and virginal. “‘Do not worry, Jaheira, I just can’t sleep so I’m going to take a little walk.’” Haarlep giggled at their own lazy improvisation. “‘Wyll, I’m just going to the tavern to get some ale. I’ll be back in ten minutes smelling of sex and dripping with a load of hot Infernal cum.’”

Despite Tav’s best efforts, she belly laughed at Haarlep’s play-acting and mediocre script. The incubus shivered with pleasure at her delight; their claws lightly grazed her skin as they undressed her again to prepare for a new scene.

Haarlep searched through the wardrobe again and pulled out a large unmarked box. They opened the lid to show her the contents. The box was completely full of silvery links inlaid with diamonds and rubies. An ostentatious set of bracelets was clasped around Tav’s wrists and matched a heavy necklace that would be better described as a sorcerer's mantle. Clusters of gemstones and precious metal were woven into Tav’s hair. Haarlep completed the look with a simple silver chain looped around her hips that functioned as a skirt in name only.

“He had you sitting on his throne wearing only these. He wanted you to seduce him, and he went wild when you-” Haarlep stopped abruptly. “I think you should demonstrate for me, hmm?.”

They pulled out a chair. Tav gingerly sat down. “Is this good enough?”

Haarlep gave a deep, irritated groan. “No, you’re going to need to do better than that. You need to put some effort into it.” Tav bent over the armrests of the chair and spread her legs, giving the incubus a clear view of everything they were looking for. “That’s better, but it needs more enthusiasm, Little Wife.”

Tav closed her eyes and imagined Raphael sitting opposite of her in the boudoir. He would be intently watching her and studying every move of her body. She arched her back for her phantom husband and slowly circled her hips. Raphael would be leaning forward in his chair to get a better look.

Tav parted her folds for him and started to circle her clit in time with the rhythm of her hips. She moaned softly. His smile was smug, delighted that the anticipation of their joining was giving her so much pleasure that she couldn’t help but touch herself. “Just like that, Little Mouse.”

She pressed a finger inside herself and clenched tightly around it. “Moan for me, my dear.” She pressed on her clit firmly with the palm of her hand and let out a filthy noise. Raphael licked his lips. “I am everything you desire.”

Tav was dripping.

She opened her eyes and saw Haarlep in the Archduchess form grinning at her. “There, was that so hard?” they taunted easily. “It seems you and the Master both enjoy indulging in a bit of fantasy. You’ll have to tell me all the details of how you imagine him when you’re alone, hmm? I am desperate to know what sordid things you picture him doing to you.”

Haarlep quickly divested her of the jewelry. “Should I show you the master’s favorite outfit?”

“You’re going to show me regardless of what I say,” Tav responded with a smirk.

Haarlep giggled and held up a locked golden strongbox. Tav eyed the box skeptically. She was taken aback that anything worn in the boudoir would be stored locked away like a priceless treasure, especially since the gemstone outfit Haarlep had her wear appeared to have been stored haphazardly in an unmarked container.

The incubus produced a key and opened the lid, revealing the contents. The strongbox was lined with crushed dark red velvet. Inside was a simple pair of soft linen smallclothes.

“What is this?” Tav reached for strongbox and distinctly avoided touching the contents until the incubus revealed their exact origin.

“No one other than the master has ever touched them,” the incubus revealed with a shrug. Tav studied them again. They were her smallclothes.

“I know exactly where he got these,” Tav deadpanned.

“You didn’t present them to the Master as a gift?” Haarlep grinned deliciously. “How fascinating .” The incubus ran a claw over the rim of the box. “Imagine my surprise when he returned one day with a precious parcel from his favorite mortal. He gripped them tightly in his claws while we lay together, though your scent was much stronger then. I doubt the Master would object if you were to freshen it for him.”

Haarlep clucked their tongue as they stashed the golden panty box away. “I have something new for you to wear, Little Wife.” In a flurry of embers, Haarlep transformed back into their Archduke form. They shielded the new outfit away from Tav’s gaze when she tried to peek. “Eager, eager, Little Wife, aren’t you?” they chided playfully. “Do not fret, I know you’ll enjoy it.”

Haarlep emerged from the wardrobe clutching something tightly in their claws. Tav groaned, “Leather? Really?”

“I believe you’ll find this more to your tastes, Little Wife.”

Haarlep bent down to clasp two leather cuffs around her ankles, and Tav immediately started to suspect exactly what the incubus had in store for her. Her suspicions were confirmed when leather cuffs around her wrists accompanied the ankle restraints. The chains followed shortly thereafter. The incubus tutted playfully as they chained her hands behind her back and attached the ankles to the wrist bindings. “He’s had you this way too. He took you down to the dungeons and played with you. That was the first time I played you, I believe. He refused to indulge himself in any venom. That is probably for the best, anyway, since he came in a handful of thrusts with your name on his lips. The Master loves playtime with his Little Mouse .”

Haarlep placed her naked and chained form by the foot of the bed and sniffed the air gleefully. “I can see, Little Wife, that you also enjoy playtime with the Master or at least imagining him.”

Haarlep flopped onto the bed in the boudoir on their back and spread their legs wide. The incubus stroked Raphael’s cock firmly before rubbing the head with a few gentle strokes. Haarlep had a millennium’s worth of practice pleasing her husband, and Tav took notes as they pleasured Raphael. They cupped his testicles lightly before pumping their hand again. Raphael was rock hard and starting to drip precum.

A flurry of embers flashed in the boudoir with a familiar aroma of cherries and musk. “You absolute fool, I’ve told you time and time again not to pester me while I am working!” Raphael bellowed from the side of the bed, grasping Haarlep’s wrist in his claws. “I should nail your hands to the headboard for such insolence!”

Haarlep didn’t blink at the threat. They grinned menacingly.

“I’ve brought you a gift, Master. I took the liberty of wrapping it for you.” The incubus motioned slyly to a naked, chained Little Mouse kneeling bound at the foot of the bed.

Raphael’s gaze immediately softened from white hot rage into a blood red lust. Haarlep licked their lips at the impending meal.

“My, my Little Mouse,” Raphael purred. He circled her slowly before running a claw down her jaw. “What trap did you find yourself in?” Raphael’s pupils were blown wide with arousal. He snapped back to the naughty incubus teasing him on the bed. “I thought I told you not to touch her,” he lectured.

Haarlep shrugged. “There was no touching, Master,” Haarlep reported dutifully. “There was only looking, no touching.” Haarlep rose to their knees and began strip Raphael down agonizingly slowly. Tav gazed up into her husband’s eyes as he was completely disrobed, and Raphael’s gaze never faltered from hers, even as Haarlep’s hands began to stroke his cock. Raphael was completely hard and ready to be pleasured.

Tav struggled against the chains, wanting to be closer to her husband but found herself just out of reach. Raphael reached out and brushed his thumb over her lower lip. “Patience, Little Mouse,” he chastised.

Raphael lay face down on the bed of the boudoir. Haarlep pleasured themselves with reckless abandon and Raphael groaned into it. The incubus climbed on top of him and began to stroke his tail with a gentle touch. Within another few seconds, Haarlep's cock thrust deeply inside him and Raphael’s moan indicated that the incubus’s thrusting was not gentle.

The debauched sounds of flesh wetly slapping against flesh echoed throughout the boudoir, carrying over the soft gurgle of the fountains of the restoration pool. Tav watched helplessly as Haarlep pleasured Raphael. Their rhythm was firm and insistent. The incubus slapped Raphael’s hands away any time he reached for her. The entire time he was being pleasured by the incubus, Raphael’s eyes never left hers. Tav was growing hotter and wetter with each clap of Haarlep’s hips against Raphael’s ass.

After a few minutes, Raphael bellowed out a deep, primal moan as he came. Haarlep hissed delightedly and continued to ride Raphael through his orgasm. “Little Mouse,” Raphael moaned when he was finished, reaching out for her cheek. Haarlep purred deeply with pleasure. Raphael's lips met Tav's for a kiss. She found the entire situation completely erotic even though she was barely involved in the encounter.

Raphael rolled over on the bed, his skin lightly glistening with sweat. His cock was spent and softening. He made himself comfortable and waited for what he knew was coming next.

“You have been so very patient, Little Mouse,” Haarlep teased. “Now, it’s your turn.” They licked their lips with a light smack and picked her up. Haarlep posed her on the bed on her back. Tav ignored the light discomfort of her bound hands laying beneath her as the incubus stroked her thighs. The incubus swiped a claw gently between her legs and growled.

“She is so wet, Master. I think our Little Mouse enjoyed watching your pleasure.”

“Of course she did,” Raphael agreed with his eyes attentive but his cock spent. “My Little Mouse has an insatiable appetite.”

Haarlep grinned hungrily. “As do I, Master. I want to feast on your Little Mouse.”

Tav panted as Haarlep began to touch her everywhere. They started with gentle touches over her neck and jawline. The incubus’s forked tongue traced its way down the side of her throat. Tav could feel the coldness of their venom on her skin leaving behind a cool trail of heat that stung slightly. Tav wondered what it felt like to be lust drunk on incubus venom and whether Raphael would allow her to indulge herself on her own primal impulses. Tav let out a soft whimper as the Haarlep wrapped their tongue around her nipple and gave it a light nibble.

“Does that feel good, my darling?” Raphael taunted smugly as he watched her. Tav didn’t realize that she had closed her eyes. Raphael was staring at her. “Eyes on me, Little Mouse,” he ordered. “You will watch while you are pleasured.”

Tav strained against the chains still holding her ankles. She had unconsciously let her knees fall wide apart. Haarlep traced claws across the patches of scales on her abdomen and between her breasts. They moaned in delight as their tongue cooled and froze when it touched her scales.

“I should have collected more Dragonborn,” they purred. “This chill is delightful.” Haarlep wetly traced their tongue down the entire length of Tav's torso starting with her jawline, stopping just short of running their tongue over her clit. Tav whimpered. Raphael growled. Haarlep played with her. “I can’t wait to alternate between the chill of your ancestry and the heat of your cunt.” Haarlep buried their face between her legs but only lapped their tongue over the cold of the scales on her inner thighs, leaving her clit ignored. Tav tried to squeeze her legs together to get any amount of friction, but the incubus held her tightly to stop her.

Raphael was stroking himself hard again. He moaned in approval as Haarlep toyed with her. Tav’s eyes were locked on his. She waited for him to interrupt the incubus’s teasing, but he held fast. Haarlep pushed a finger inside her and Tav’s back arched with the sensation. Raphael’s face was smug. “You’ll get what you want, Little Mouse,” he growled.

Haarlep decided she had enough teasing and gave her one short trace of their tongue across her clit. Tav moaned breathlessly.

Raphael’s gaze narrowed and his mouth turned into a scowl. He rose to his knees and unceremoniously pushed the incubus onto the floor with a thud.

Raphael sheathed himself inside her and began to thrust relentlessly. “Raphael,” Tav moaned from beneath him. Her legs and arms were beginning to cramp from the bindings. Raphael held fast to her hips as he pounded into her.

“I am everything you desire, Little Mouse,” Raphael whispered in her ear and Tav came almost immediately. She closed her eyes shut tightly, and Raphael rode her through the aftershocks of her pleasure. Her release severed any final restraint on his composure, and he followed her into orgasm almost immediately before collapsing on top of her when he finished.

Raphael and Tav were tightly wrapped around each other, both panting and sweaty. Raphael’s mouth sought out hers and Tav met his kiss back with unchained ferocity. Haarlep firmly swiped a claw down Raphael’s back between his shoulder blades as they drank deep from the lust that thickened the air of the boudoir.

Haarlep let out a low, sly laugh as they supped from Raphael and Tav’s combined passions. “That was delicious. We should play again sometime.”

A/N: Thank you all for so much patience. A lot has been happening in my personal life over the last few months, which has made writing and other creative pursuits very very slow. I hope you enjoyed the update!

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