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dark smut piece that can be read alone from the longfic I'm working on (that may never see the light of day)

She has felt his gaze on her at every moment. She's done exactly what he told her: behaved, acted like a proper pet, quiet and submissive, regardless of how sickened by her own obedience she is. He hasn't been forced to use her collar once, which would have shown itself as an embarrassing lack of control for him. She has done everything right.

It doesn’t matter.

Other fiends and devils at this soiree aren't like Raphael. They touch without thought, utterly careless in their lust and greed. No patience, only entitlement and condescending amusement as they coo at and fondle the funny little mortal that funny little cambion is keeping as a pet. There is none of Raphael's measured cruelty or desire in those strangers’ hands, and it's an unpleasant shock for Tav to discover the difference.

Something she's learned about Raphael is that he is deeply possessive, hiding it beneath a veneer of disdain. He may show them off, is often all too pleased to do so, but he does not like to share his toys. He keeps decorum here, of course; he is tightly controlled, polite and put-together, always maintaining his air of aloofness and dignity, but Tav, unfortunately, knows him better now. Can see the tightness in his jaw, the occasional flick of his tail, the dark thoughts simmering in his abyssal eyes. He can't take his fury out on those who touched her without permission, but he can take it out on her. Tav was dreading this party before. Now she's dreading it ending.

Raphael is cordial when the time comes. Rests a hand between her shoulderblades, offering goodbyes with a thin smile as Tav's nerves jumble, fear and hate and anticipation melding into a knot in her chest.

They are barely two steps into the House of Hope when he is upon her, dragging her across the entrance hall to push her against one of the supporting pillars.

“Did you enjoy it, pet? All the attention, all the ‘ooh's and ah’s of Avernus’ elite as they ogled you in the fine wear I put you in?”

“You're a fucking lunatic,” Tav snaps back. “You're the one who insisted I had to go to this stupid party anyway! It's not my fault your ego is so fucking fragile!”

“You have no idea what you're babbling about,” Raphael sneers. Tav laughs, nasty and short.

“Don't I? Then how about this. You can't stand it, can you? That something might flourish and be appreciated without your influence. Something you want.” Tav grunts when he slams her head against the pillar again. Spots appear behind her eyes, enveloping his terrible, beautiful snarl in rings of white. Still, she doesn't stop. Cannot control her mouth, despite the miserable situation it has already put her in. Something about Raphael makes her this way. Makes her violent, wild. She spits at him; he fists her hair, claws dragging on her scalp as he yanks her head back, exposing the full length of her throat. That he hasn't responded yet, that he is bullying her with his strength and size because he's deeming her “tantrum” unworthy of a verbal recognition despite his own dememted behaviour, rankles Tav. She goads him just a bit more. “Go on. Break my neck, just like you broke Hope’s. Just like you'll do to every other pretty little thing you can't control.”

Still, he says nothing. His breathing is measured, but his tail thrashes like an angry snake. Tav sees the loathing in him, and the longing. She sees that he wants to kill her right now. And she sees, when his gaze drops to her collar and he traces it with the claws of his free hand, that he won't do it, because he knows it's what she wants.

This is when she cracks.

“I hate you! I fucking hate you!” She screams, kicks and bucks wildly, slapping and punching at his solid, unmoving form. How she longs to hurt him even a fraction of the way he's hurt her. “You're despicable! A sick and twisted bastard and I hate you! I wish you would die!”

Raphael takes all of her violence with a half-smile, his pupils expanding to completely swallow his burning irises. He presses closer, crushing her, chuckling when she digs her fingers into his cheeks and scratches at him like a rabid animal.

“You can't hurt me, my little mouse,” he jeers right into her ear, his voice silk and poison, “but by all means, keep trying.”

In this position, she can feel it: Raphael's erection, stiff and throbbing and nudging against her belly. The more she writhes the more she rubs it, something the devil is clearly enjoying.

“You repulse me,” Tav hisses after a sharp inhale. “Get off, get off me, right now!”

“No, pet, I don't think I will,” Raphael murmurs in reply. He catches her legs as she flails and fights, hoists them up and apart so he can push his bulk between them and keep them open. Her nice dress, his dress from his money to make her look pretty, tears a little, not designed for this level of stress. He is entirely domineering, caging her in with his massive infernal body; he even spreads his mighty wings like closing leather curtains on the show. His serpentine tongue remains at her ear, allowing him to deliver his sermons of sweet venom in a way she cannot ignore. “You see, no matter how much you scream and whine and beg - oh, how I delight in your begging - there is a dark and terrible truth festering inside you.” He says those words with a sarcastic drawl like he finds the idea very amusing. “A truth that I can see and smell: you like it when I treat you this way.”

He isn't wrong, no matter how much Tav wishes he were. She is slick between her thighs, short of breath from more than rage and fright. Her stomach roils with disgust and desire entwined. Tav would weep from the despair of it if she didn't know that would only excite Raphael further.

“It's your bloody fault, devil bastard,” she snarls instead, “you've ruined me.”

“Mmm…not yet I haven't,” he purrs, voice thick with lust. When she hears the clink of Raphael opening his belt, Tav struggles anew, refusing to just give in like that.

“No. No!” She snaps, bares her teeth.

“Yes.”

One simple word, empowered by hellish magic, and Tav feels the familiar dull but inescapable power of the collar doing its work. It takes the fight out of her, but it cannot take her hatred.

“I will kill you some day,” she promises.

Raphael simply laughs. Clicks his fingers and Tav's soggy underwear vanishes - likely hidden away somewhere for him to sniff and masturbate with like the nasty fuck he is, a fondly-remembered trophy of her suffering - and then he's inside her, stuffing her to the brim with his cock in one single sloppy push. It's agony, his dick fat and strangely ridged and far too big, and yet despite everything, everything, it feels good, too. Satisfying. Like the awful yawning hunger in her cunt can only be sated by him, and this is what makes Tav cry out. Makes her arch her back and clamp her knees around his waist. Despair. Emotional destruction. She hates him, and she wants him.

“Ngh…so wet. So tight,” Raphael groans, licks the shell of her ear leaving a hot trail of slobber in his wake, and Tav can't pretend the way she shudders is entirely in disgust. “Your body will always give me the truth your lying tongue refuses, my sweet pet. Truths I know you whispered to my incubus before you murdered him.”

Tav can't speak, doesn't dare open her mouth now. She will not scream for him. She bites the inner flesh of her cheek until she tastes blood; Raphael gives her nothing, no moment to breathe, because in the end this is not about her. It never will be. She is his toy, the warm and soft grip around his erection, and he will use her as he sees fit.

The devil is brutal. Each snap of his hips hard, desperate, sheathing his cock to the hilt every time. He is a mantra of little grunts and whines and shallow breaths, tilting on the balls of his feet to fuck deeper, harder. He isn't just fucking her, he's mating her, splitting her apart with the force of his rage and bestial lust and his violent claim of ownership. He is obliterating her. Tav, unmoored in the sea of pain and distant pleasure, cannot do anything but keep silent and endure.

Until he hefts her thighs up higher, changing his angle just slightly, and the blunt leaking head of his prick rubs against a spot inside her that makes stars bloom and the edges of her vision blur. She can't stifle the sharp gasping moan she makes in time. Raphael, like a wolf smelling blood, stills for a brief second. Then he chuckles, a deep, throaty sound, horrible and vindictive and sadistic in its delight, and Tav knows she has doomed herself.

He takes her this way again and again, selfish greedy thrusts, but each of them hits that spot, gracelessly wrenching pleasure from her screaming cunt, forcing the fire of impending orgasm to spark and grow. Forcing her to feel so fucking good, so bad, so good. Tav stuffs her knuckles into her mouth to stay quiet, but Raphael won't have that.

“No, dear. You don't get to deprive me of your lovely song of surrender,” he hisses, yanking her hand away, pinning her wrist in an iron hold. He is coming apart, sweat beading on his temples, hair falling out of place, a manic look in his black eyes.

“I hate you,” Tav chokes out.

“So you've said. Yet here you are, a mewling wet quim squirming on the end of my cock.” To demonstrate his point, Raphael rolls his hips with such strength Tav feels it in her guts. The devil snorts like a bull when she whimpers, clenches around him. When he speaks again, his voice is raw, almost inhuman. “Squeal for me, little mouse. Squeal.”

She does. Reluctant cries that bloom into unintelligible shrieks, babbling hiccuped sobs. Her mind recoils from the violent orgasm cresting the peak, but her body yearns for it. It is real, visceral, not a facsimile created by the collar for Raphael’s disturbed amusement. It's an explosion of ecstasy that begins in her womb, rockets up her spine to ignite every synapse in her brain, spreads through her blood and nerves, her bones and meat, curls her fingers and toes and contracts her muscles so she has no choice but to burn.

“Don't you dare look away from me,” Raphael snarls.

He consumes all of it, every twitch and keen and writhe, growling guttural and low in his throat feeling Tav's cunt squeeze and flutter, but it is the knowledge that he's won this battle that brings him his climax. When he comes, he throws his head back, eyes shut, his handsome face twisting into an expression both monstrous and gorgeous, wings spreading as his balls empty, rope after rope of molten cum squirting into Tav's womb. He stays like that for a while, letting his dick go soft inside her, just breathing harsh and fast as he basks in tremendous afterglow.

For Tav, it's deafening. She's gone limp, crying in silence, overwhelmed by her emotions and the betrayal of her body. He has beaten her down again. All she can do is tremble like the powerless little mouse she is. When he's ready, when he's soaked it all in enough, Raphael pulls his cock out. The chafe hurts. The sound is obscene. Almost immediately Tav can feel his infernal seed leaking from her gaping hole. She's nauseous with shame. He was the only thing holding her upright, so when he steps back he watches her slide to the ground. Stares for a long moment at his cum drooling from her swollen sex, at the tear tracks on her cheeks. Admiring his work. His tail sways gently to and fro, belying his satisfaction.

“Tell me again how much you hate me,” he coos at her, tucking his cock - still shining with her slick - back into his trousers. Smiles when she doesn't reply.

He has taken dignity from her today. Tomorrow he will take her tongue.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #raphael bg3 #bg3 raphael #baldurs gate 3 #raphael x tav #raphael the cambion #fanfic #cringe

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