#it was Haarlep fucking with Raphael

[atrueneutral]

So, what happened to Haarlep after Raphael and Tav realized it was the incubus's tampering with their prevention that resulted in Tav get pregnant? Or did someone set up Haarlep to look like the perpetrator?

P.S. This is not meant to be a fic or drabble request, I'm just curious.

Raphael goes back to the House of Hope (having forced Tav into the bed at the Devil's Den) and furiously marches up to the bed of the boudoir. Haarlep, being intuitive and insightful to their master's moods, cheekily asks when the "Littler Mouse" is expected to arrive.

With a snap of fingers, an infernal chastity belt appears on Haarlep.

"Whenever I am in this House, this belt will appear. I think six weeks is a decent length of time for this punishment, hm, Haarlep? Or would you prefer nine months? Should Tav decide to progress with the pregnancy, and should any misfortune befall her because of it, I will make you regret your existence."

It's a threat he will see to.

[littleplasticrat]

Wicked Embrace

Painted in Rebelle 7 and run through Nightshade, an anti-AI filter

High quality and printable version

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[dark-and-kawaii]

your writing makes me go so fucking feral dude oh my god

could i request a haarlep/reader and raphael/reader nsfw blurb or literally anything? i eat your writing up like it's my last meal

☆ Tʜᴇɪʀ Lᴏᴠᴇʟʏ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Tᴏʏ ☆

₊˚⊹♡ Pᴀɪʀɪɴɢs: Haarlep x F!Tav/Reader ✧ Raphael x F!Tav/Reader

₊˚⊹♡ Cᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ: NSFW ✧ Soft Haarlep Towards End ✧ Possessive Raphael ✧ Filling You With So Much Cum Your Tummy Feels Full ✧ Big Pretty Ridged Cocks ✧ Breeding You ✧ Creampie ✧ Stretching You Nicely

₊˚⊹♡ Nᴏᴛᴇ: Awh ♡ ♡ ♡ Thank You So Much For Enjoying My Work xoxo!!! I Did Both Because Both Of Them Are Perfection!!! I Hope You Love This My Dear ♡ ♡ ♡ May This Feed Your Soul And Your Horniness xoxo ♡ ♡ ♡

Hᴀᴀʀʟᴇᴘ

“Who said you can rest, dove~”

Haarlep lifted your limp body with ease, his nails kissing your hips as he held your abused hole above his thick cock. The creatures cum drooling from your twitching pussy, making quite the mess on his lap, “Is this really the best your body can do? How disappointing.” He pouts mockingly, “We were only just getting started, little love~”

The incubus’ lips pulled into a sharp grin as his tail curled around your thigh to spread your leg wider for him. The tip of his cock teasing your opening, pushing into the sloppy mess your body was.

You were so tired… So, so tired… Sore, and exhausted. You had lost count of how many times you came and how many times Haarlep did. But you still couldn't help but cry out as Haarlep impaled you on his beautiful veiny cock once again, your head lolled back before your body slumped forward onto his chest, “Ahhh~♡ Ha-Haarleeeerp~ Th-e tip of y-your dick and n’my cervix are touching n’kissing each other~~~♡ Aahh~ It h-hurts so s’good~! Y-Yur gonna rip m-my n’insides~ ♡ Aaahha~”

A low purr rumbled in Haarlep's chest at your words as he started bouncing you on his cock, “What a good little toy~ You're taking me so well, dove~! Such a lovely little plaything~” Your breast, smushed so wonderfully against his chest, rubbed against his warm skin with each thrust, and he could feel how those cute perky nipples had gotten hard against him, “even though we’ve had our fun so many times now, you still react so nicely~ and you’re still so wonderfully tight~” his tongue licks against your cheek, lapping at the sweat that drenched your lovely flushed skin, “it almost feels like my cock is being strangled~”

Your arms wrapped around Haarlep's neck, and you held on tight, trying your best to match his pace and movements, your insides stretched and stuffed, the head of his cock hitting the entrance of your womb with each bounce, “s’too rough. M-my insides ngh~ a-are being bullied~ ♡ I- I feel like I'm gonna diee~ aahh~! ♡♡ Y-you're g-gonna break m-me~♡” You could feel his cum from the previous rounds sloshing around in your gut, the excess bubbling out with each thrust.

The creature knew how to make you break, knew how to make those pretty eyes of yours glaze over and roll into the back of your skull until tears dripped down your cheeks. Knew how to make those soft little noises come from your lips as you were fucked dumb.

“I would never allow that, sweet dove~ What fun would I have if you were broken before our time was up~?” His tail loosened around your leg and slid up your body, the tip of it flicking and brushing against your skin, his eyes narrowing, “Besides, if you were to die, who would let me have my fill~? And then, who would make such delicious, delectable noises just for me, little dove~?”

You were unable to respond, his thrusts too much for your poor mind… Unable to feel the way his arms were now securely wrapped around you, keeping you close. How his tail curled protectively against your back, or the soft way his eyes gazed at you…

You were unable to see just how gentle and caring his expression was as he fucked you. How the way his mouth parted, the fangs that had previously torn through your flesh and left behind bloody, purple marks, now glistened with saliva as he whispered, cooed and moaned, sweet words just for you, his little dove… Yes you were, his little dove, the one who came to him and gave him your life and body.

His sweet, lovely, little dove.

Rᴀᴘʜᴀᴇʟ

Your face was pressed into his mattress, his clawed hand tangled in your tousled locks as his hips snap against you, each thrust eliciting a sharp gasp or moan from those pretty bruised lips of yours. He had his other large hand splayed across the small of your back, holding you in place. His ridged cock pushing the cum he dumped into you further until it takes up every inch of space, making you feel full and stuffed.

“R-Raphael~! Pleassse! W-wait!!” You whimper pathetically, voice cracking as he ruts harder against you.

He leans over you, his hot breath washing over your back, causing goosebumps to erupt over your heated skin, before he growls lowly, “You were clearly reveling in the moment just a moment ago; do not retreat into shyness now, my little bird.”

Little bird, or rather little songbird as he usually says… Was his most recent pet name for you simply because he enjoyed the way you sung his name like a songbird as your body convulsed with each orgasm he wrung out of you.

Raphael licked a long, slow stripe up your spine, chuckling as you shiver and squirmed beneath him, mewling softly, before he nuzzles your neck and whispers huskily in your ear, his voice deep and gravelly, his tone alone sending a rush of heat to your face, “You're mine, leaking my seed. Do you not yet comprehend? I aim to ensure that your womb is nourished on this day.”

Your lips fell open, your eyes widening and cheeks flushing as his words settled in the deepest parts of your mind. The very thought of being bred by this devil, of his warm seed taking root within your belly, it made your head dizzy, “I-I’m-I... I-I'm- m’your- y-yours~” You slur, tongue heavy as you speak, “S’good~ m’your property~”

Raphael chuckles and pulls away, only to flip you over onto your back and then grab your thighs and pull them up, his hands moving to hook them behind your knees, pressing them close to your chest, “Indeed, my lovely little songbird, you belong to me.”

His hand caresses your cheek, a thumb running across your lips, pulling the bottom one down, a string of saliva connecting the digit and your lip, “Your lips,” his nail bites into the supple flesh, dragging across, splitting it, and the metallic taste of blood coats your tongue, making him moan as he watches you lick it up, a dark, hungry look in his eye, “your tongue, ah such a pleasurable anatomy” he slips a digit onto your tongue, groaning as you swirl it around his thick finger, “your womb” his finger leaves your mouth with a wet plop and your saliva as it trails down between your breasts until he finds where your bodies are joined.

A small bulge present beneath your navel, and he presses his palm flat against it, making you arch your back as his cock throbs and twitches inside of you, “your soul…“ He grinds his hips, pushing his cock deeper and harder against that spot, making you squeal, the bulge growing more pronounced and causing your stomach to distend as the tip of his cock nudges against your cervix, “all of you belongs to me.”

[junorsky]

Yeah I hate him. But I'm shameless so it doesn't stop me

[bg3-brainwormed]

No one:

Me at 2 am: …Can you steal Haarlep from the House of Hope WITHOUT knocking him out by using improvised weapon and/or telekinesis and an excessive amount of patience + force?

[little-red-fool]

Haarlep sleeps nice and politely on their back with their arms folded over their chest and Raphael is probably similar, meanwhile Silvertongue sleeps like this.

[cambion-companion]

Mephistopheles "giving" Haarlep to Raphael in order to "distract naughty son".

It's just...a really shit thing to do, obviously. It strips Raphael of agency and power to a degree.

However, Raphael turned the situation in his favor as much as he could, and took his power back.

Which is another reason I LOVE the character. He really knows how to make the best out of a bad situation.

[eclecticmiasma]

Down Comes the Claw Ch. 1 (Raphael x GN!Reader)

Doomed, detected, and caught.

SFW (For now)

[Warnings/tags: gn!reader, not much in this chapter for warnings just general Raphael scariness, noncon/dubcon, ownership, imprisonment]

[Ch. 2]

Artist credit: @wrroniec on twitter

The Archivist’s curiosity isn’t well hidden underneath his thin veil of distrust. A mortal, alone, simply wandering the halls of one of the Hells’ most powerful Cambions because they wanted to...peruse his private collection of artifacts? Even a troll would smell treachery miles away.

Were it any other being, the Archivist would have had you sent screaming to holding cells until the master of the house could decide what plane of torment to shuttle you to next, but Korilla had been rather forceful in her instructions not to intervene.

“He’s got a plan for this one,” She’d grinned, the gleam in her dark eyes devilish in its own right, “Let them play while they can.”

Your lips are split from worrying them between your teeth. As if the Hells aren’t hot enough, the Archivist’s gaze has you sweating buckets. He alone could rip your throat to shreds with those fangs the minute your presence has been deemed unsavory, you’re sure of it. As a gleaming ruby locket catches your eye, you try to regard it coolly. You are nothing more than a purveyor of incredibly rare goods, and not at all trying to make your way toward the glittering contract sat front and center of Raphael’s trophy room. The phrase is a mantra you desperately wish to believe.

“Worn by Lumi, a cleric beholden to twilight…” Gods, is your voice trembling? You repeat the name again as if you’re trying to search your vast religious knowledge for the origin of this treasure. Not a single snippet of information comes to mind. Internally, you brace for the house itself to eat you alive.

Instead, Korilla barks out for the Archivist’s attention. Something about another contract ready to be sorted. The man regards you with a final furl of his brows before turning his back to you and attending to his duties. Adrenaline floods your veins and your fingers flex with anticipation. Get the contract, smash Hope’s chains, and get out.

Hope herself appears out of thin air and parrots your thoughts giddly, “Get the contract, smash Hope’s chains, and get out!” before nipping out of existence once again.

You don’t give yourself another chance to think. Without a sound, you prowl towards the center of the grand room and beeline straight for the contract. This is why they agreed to send you alone- Karlach, Shadowheart, the others. Years of prowling the streets of Baldur’s Gate made you nearly undetectable when you wanted to be, so much so that you had even startled Astarion for a laugh on long boring treks. Sure, Gale and Lae’zel nearly came to brawl over the decision, but after two days of quarrels the answer was final.

It could only be you.

The contract before you almost hums with power. Anxiety gnaws at your stomach as you check it over thrice for traps. Nothing. It seems wrong, somehow. A piece of parchment that potentially dictates the fate of Faerûn itself guarded by nothing but a few words. Something tells you to leave it and run, perhaps remnants of the Emperor’s hold on your psyche. Images of your companions, the Hammer, Hope’s face quickly override your doubts and you close your eyes, prepared.

“Give me my heart’s desire,” The words fall from your lips with ease, but nagging trepidation constricts around your heart. Without a sound, the glittering sphere surrounding your contract dissolves away. Before the Archivist can sense what has occurred, before you can convince yourself to turn heel and dash away from all of this, you snatch the page and tear it in two.

Everything plunges into silence. The eternal screams of the damned beyond the gilded walls, cries and whimpers and babbling of long-gone debtors, Korilla’s nagging- all of it gone in an instant. The air around you becomes oppressive, constricting, increasing degree by degree. Ashes fall from your fingertips as the shreds of your contract disintegrate. Get the contract, smash Hope’s chains, get out. You repeat it again and again in your head until your mantra is a scream, but your legs will not move.

“Fools...fools...how hard you have fought,” A familiar baritone echoes out across the empty archive accompanied by slow clapping. It can’t be, you want to shriek. Hope said he was planes away, that you had time.

“Brave, brave, but it's all been...for naught,” You can’t tell from where his voice is coming. It sounds both far and near, across the hall and right in your ears all at once. Even his footsteps, slow and commanding, don’t betray his location.

“True Souls that couldn't be bought,” He’s mocking you now, a gleeful lilt in his otherwise menacing tone. True Souls...the faces of your companions flip through your mind’s eye like pages of a tome. This isn’t how it’s all supposed to end, is it? Your lungs start to burn, unable to expand or contract to the fullest.

“Doomed...” Raphael himself is in the room now, you feel it. As he takes his sweet time sauntering up to you from behind, the magic that holds your limbs in place begins to be revealed. A holding spell, tendrils wrapped around your legs and snaked up your torso through your fingertips. It pulsates with a blinding purple glow. Sweat drips down your temples as the heat of the Hells becomes sweltering, as fear settles in your bones.

“...detected…” Gods, you will. Tyr, Mystra, Shar for Hells’ sake, you pray to every last one. Anything to bid your body run. As the screams of the damned filter back in, growing louder and louder with each step Raphael takes, it becomes devastatingly clear that not a single deity can hear you.

Raphael’s hands land on your shoulders. His fingertips, though gently splayed, might as well be digging into your skin. If you could move an inch, you would have jumped ten feet in the air. Instead you tremble like a rabbit held in the canines of a much larger beast. He leans down and aligns his lips with your ear, breath ghosting across your flesh, “...and caught.” If you could sob you would, but the fear won’t allow it. Instinct of prey that’s well and truly done for. Instead you tense, bracing for the impending pain of retribution.

“So,” the Devil muses, mile wide grin easily detected through the undercurrent of excitement in his tone, “this is the path you have chosen. Anything you and your group of sorry souls could have wanted would have been yours. Your names would have gone down in history as the heroes that saved Faerûn. Yet, you squandered it with a flick of your wrist. What do you have to say for yourself, oh fallen hero?”

Your mouth opens, but not a sound escapes. Nothing that surfaces in your reeling mind feels like it could ever be enough to reverse the tide of ruin you’ve brought upon yourself. Raphael waits patiently as you flounder. Your terror is a wine finer than any bought, and he has all of eternity to savor it.

“Please…” The pitiful, squeaking word escapes your throat more so than it coming out on purpose. Raphael chuckles darkly and moves to tuck a stray wisp of hair behind your ear.

“Oh, I do so love to hear you beg, little mouse. However, I think we can both agree that ‘please’ isn’t an answer. Perhaps if I tell you a story, you’ll be more inclined to...talk.”

Raphael pulls away from you and steps lithely to your front. With a snap of his fingers and a puff of flame, he transports the two of you to his dining room. Roaring flames lick the inside of the fireplace before you, silhouetting the Devil as he prepares to speak. The holding spell wraps tighter.

“You see, the Devil is a rather busy man. When I’m not gracing your merry band with my presence, I’m often attending long meetings with prospective clients, or checking up on those that have already promised me their souls. Perhaps I’m even doling out a punishment or two to a cheeky human that thinks it’s found a loophole. It’s all very important work, and requires quite a bit of cunning and concentration.”

The oppressive heat is getting to you. Raphael’s deep voice sounds like it’s ringing in your head, almost akin to the Emperor’s presence. He paces back and forth before you, gesturing his arms in theatrical movements as if performing a monologue. Each word sends your psyche farther into disarray.

“Hero,” Raphael claps loudly, bringing your attention back to him, “Since my tales seem to bore you, I’ll get straight to the point. I had a fairly important event to attend right before your flagrant disregard for our agreement. Now, imagine my surprise when right in the middle of securing a rather rare and valuable contract, I feel a...shudder, wrack my entire body.”

Glowing eyes level with yours as he leans in close. His brows are furrowed now, genuine anger contorting his features, “My skin began to feel hot, clammy. My concentration waned. Before I realized what was happening sheer ecstasy pooled in my abdomen and then-” He’s so close to you that you hear his breath catch, “It became apparent that someone was using my body.”

Your heart drops. It was the only way. The Archivist had given you access to Raphael’s bedroom with a little cunning, and the only thing standing between you and the contract was a rather familiar looking incubus. What harm could there have been in trading your body for the fate of your companions, your home? The incubus had warned you, though, in its own way. If everything it did with your form meant you would feel it on a different plane, it should have been obvious that Raphael’s form would feel it too.

“I...I didn’t-”

“I knew you would betray our agreement,” Raphael spits, lips hovering just in front of your own, “I knew that eventually I would find you here in my home, remnants of your misdeed in hand. Korilla and I machinated thousands of ways to tear you asunder, to torment you for breaking my one, most cardinal rule,” Raphael catches himself in his rage, and pulls back. He looks to the fire, light reflected in his eyes. Inhale, exhale. When his gaze meets yours again, all remnants of fury are gone.

“I was ready to kill you in an infinite number of ways. But I should have known better. The moment I met you, I knew you were...special. Of course you would throw a wrench in my plans, and do so beautifully. I almost commend you.”

As he smiles, your skin crawls. He moves in circles around you, thinking, plotting. After some time he comes to a stop, once again behind you.

“So, I propose a better solution. I’ve decided that I rather...enjoyed indulging in your body,” You swallow a protest as his chin rests in the crook of your neck, his left hand sliding down the curve of your waist and along the front of your thigh, “Form a new contract. Submit to me, and I won’t touch a hair on your companions’ heads. As much as I would love to take the place of that poor spawn’s master, I can control myself- for you.”

He squeezes your thigh and drags his lips across the straining muscles in your neck. Your sweat slicked skin sticks to his own, and you feel a deep rumble at your back as he revels in the sensation, “For all they know, the contract is still intact. I’ve captured you here,” He kisses your neck and you squirm, fighting back a gasp, “and their only option is to use the hammer,” another kiss, “or you perish.”

“No…I won't...” The answer comes as a piteous whimper. Raphael cackles against your skin, squeezes your body tight to his own, and tuts like he’s caught a naughty child with their hand in the cookie jar.

“Wrong answer, little mouse.”

[Chapter 2]

*do not post elsewhere without explicit permission. please consider reblogging, as Tumblr tends to hide more mature content!

[RULES] [MASTERLISTS] [AO3] [KO-FI]

[bg3sinbin]

[missygoesmeow]

so you put this into the game, larian, and yet i cannot fucketh the devil??? so disappointing and frankly just downright rude

[moxley]

i made a joke post about raphael being unconcerned, unbothered, moisturised, staying in his lane, etc when haarlep fucks someone else even though he can feel every second of it

except i am thinking about it so much actually 😳

because when you're given raphael's boudoir invite, you're told it's where he conducts business and pleasure. you're explictly told to share yourself with haarlep

if you give yourself over to haarlep entirely, they say that you're going to be a loving doll for them and their master, that you're going to pleasure all the beasts in the hells

why would he be concerned about haarlep fucking anyone in his house when it is always a good outcome for him. he's creaming his pants in some devil meeting(tm) on a different plane and maybe he gets a brand new toy

good lord the man may not get fucked by anyone except haarlep but he's into an endless list of gloriously fucked up shit

[atrueneutral]

Raphael returning to the House of Hope as a blushy mess after an encounter with his little mouse and Haarlep needling him about it to try to get a reaction. Maybe the incubus' initial attempts don't get much reaction beyond Raphael telling them to be quiet and so Haarlep suggests that maybe they should have their way with the moral to see what all the fuss is about, and that causes Raphael's composure to break for a moment as he snarls a 'Don't you dare' or something. Then Haarlep could just needle him further, commenting on and questioning the cambion's strong reaction.

From where they were provocatively positioned in bed, Haarlep’s tail flicked with interest at the sight of their ‘human’ master striding into the boudoir blustering and…

“Are you blushing?” they asked with a mixture of shock and glee.

Oh, what a wonderful development!

And an embarrassing sight - to see the proud, ambitious brat reduced to flushing in reaction to a mortal!

A particular mortal, at that…

The scorching scowl Raphael threw their way did not have the desired effect, and Haarlep watched with irksome delight writ on their face as their master went to his portrait.

Once his diary was in hand, Raphael stormed over to the balcony, sat down at a waiting chair (just out of sight), and summoned a magical quill with a snap.

He then began to write, his strokes furious and sharp.

“Straight to love poems?” Haarlep inquired. “Or is it… more lurid than that? Are you writing out that which you have yet to experience - but so desperately wish to?”

They could hear the quill pause…

And resume.

Haarlep grinned.

“Understandable; I’ve visualized it myself!” Haarlep rolled onto their back and tucked a hand behind their head - they could feel their cock twitch as a scene began to play out in their head. “Her naked body writhing under mine as I claimed ownership of her wet, tight hole. I’d fuck her until she was a babbling mess who only knew how to speak two things: invoke my name and beg for release!”

The quill had again stopped, and Haarlep could sense hellish fury radiating from the balcony.

“‘Haarlep! Please!’ she’d cry!” They closed their eyes and moaned deliciously as they gripped their hardness through the material of their scant apparel. “Oh, and I would answer her delirious cries - fuck her until I could feel her cunt flutter around my cock-”

They could hear what were now jingling bootsteps on marble.

“I’d swallow her ecstasy, capture her moans with my mouth to then empty my se–”

Suddenly, Raphael was on top of them with a hand squeezing their throat, pushing them into the silk sheets and soft mattress. Haarlep opened their eyes to stare into a murderous fire.

“Don’t you dare.”

“And why shouldn’t I?” Haarlep dared to ask. While it was not rare to see bouts of violent anger from their master, it was rare to have such violent anger directed at them to this degree.

They did awfully enjoy getting under his skin…

And under his skin they were; clawed fingers tightened cruelly - constricting air.

There was no lasting harm in this; Haarlep knew Raphael wouldn’t kill them, and they could find fun in breath play…

“Because she’s not yours,” their brat growled.

Dizziness was setting in…

“Is she yours?” they managed to retort.

“Yes.”

They glanced down to see Raphael was aroused. By what, Haarlep would guess their brat had been writing lurid tales involving his ‘ownership’ of the mortal who lately captured his thoughts and attention.

His erection noticed, their master sneered and let them go.

Haarlep took a few gasping breaths before asking their next question.

“Does she know who she belongs to?”

“She will,” Raphael replied, leaving the bed. “You are to suck me off as I finish my writing, and you will do so without making a sound…”

Haarlep heaved a sigh and crawled off the bed to follow their brat to the balcony.

If they were lucky, maybe the mortal would somehow find her way to the House…

A fantasy for another time.

[itsafreetrialofdeath]

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you”

[dark-and-kawaii]

「 ✦ Heir ✦ 」

₊˚⊹♡ Summary: The archdevil Zariel comes knocking on Raphael’s door to mock him about the crown. Only her arrival at his doorstep is met with quite a sight- you on your knees, pleasuring him with that tight throat of yours~ How cute, he found himself another pet~

₊˚⊹♡ Pairing: Raphael x FTav/Reader

₊˚⊹♡ Content: NSFW - Soft Raphael Towards Reader - Deep Throating The Devil’s Beautiful Cock - Lap Riding - Pregnancy - Drooling - Babbling His Name

₊˚⊹♡ Notes: I had this idea for the longest time but never wrote it until @sassyandsodone pushed me to write it and now here it is!!! Thanks to her!!! Thank you love bug ♡ ♡ ♡

You were aware that the archdevil, Zariel, would eventually make her presence known at his doorstep, anticipating that she would have much to say regarding the crown… However, you didn’t foresee her arrival being marked by mockery towards Raphael merely because he lacks an heir. Should he perish, all would simply revert to its original state…

As she entered through the grand doors, she discovered you kneeling at his feet while he sat in a chair. Your lips enveloped around his cock, your mouth sucking him down your throat, your cheeks hollowed. Zariel, thoroughly entertained he found himself another cute- charming pet, clicked her tongue and smirked, “The pleasures of a mortal is quite pleasant until you break them in half.” She laughs, “It’s going to be such a shame to see this pretty mouth no longer available for your cock.”

Raphael knows why she’s here, knows what she wants and he doesn't care to give it to her. The moment she appears, you try to pull off his cock but his hands tangle into your hair and with a rough jerk he yanks you down until his cock hits the back of your throat, “Zariel-“ he murmurs, his eyes fluttering shut as his head reclines against the chair as you try to suck him as deep as possible. That lovely, skillful tongue of yours performing its wondrous dance, tracing the length and swirling with exquisite precision. When he opens his eyes, they glimmer with a golden hue as he regards her, “What compels you to grace my abode so suddenly and without forewarning?”

“I had heard a little rumor about the crown of Karsus, so I thought I would come see for myself since it was such a humorous thing I heard.” Zariel smiles and walks closer to the both of you, watching as the wannabe archdevil moves your head up and down, fucking your face ever so slightly, she licks her lips, she hasn't tasted a mortal in a while... Raphael does indeed like sharing his playthings. Ah, she vividly recalls the sensation of Haarlep above her, the creatures blood trickling down her hands… The anticipation of having your blood on her hands next was almost irresistible~, “But what do I find? This pet sucking you down her throat, how amusing.

Raphael’s lashes flutter close as his lips part and his body arches a bit into your touch, his thighs widen more and he groans, a soft whimper leaving his lips before a smirk spreads across his face. His hands untangling from your hair to move to your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin softly, “A mere pet, you suggest?” He chuckles softly, his eyes gradually opening to meet yours with a penetrating gaze, “No, she is infinitely more than that, dear Zariel.”

As your lips leave his cock with a pop and a trail of spit and precome following- you turn your body and reveal to her your round, plump belly. You were barely even 4 months pregnant, but with a devils child, your stomach was already bulging. You were indeed far more than a simple pet to Raphael.

The archdevil just stands there- speechless, as you crawl onto his lap. And she watches as he helps you adjust so that you’re facing her, before lowering you down onto his cock. Your cunt stretching obscenely over his cock, taking every inch of him as his hands spread over your belly while you ride him, “Do you truly believe I would be so imprudent as to neglect securing an heir? Someone of my stature to assist in bearing the burdens of dominion?”

With a swift snap of his fingers, the crown of Karsus materializes upon his head. He leans in, resting his chin upon your shoulder, and murmurs, “My dear little muse shall indeed bring forth the most illustrious of heirs.” A sinister chuckle escapes his lips. “I eagerly anticipate the day they present me with your head as a token of their love.”

A pretty little smile graces your lips while bouncing on his cock, moaning and babbling his name, his hand caressing your round tummy, “Ah!~ R-ra-raphael!~ Gonna give yo-you an amazing child- ahhh, so-so strong and powerfu-ul!~ Y-your perfect little hei-heir!~ Nghn- ah~ gonna give you as many b-babies I caaaan~ A-ahhhh!~ P-please use my wom-b however you please!~ Ahh-hhn!~”

Your body is so easily influenced and willing beneath his fingertips, and you have such a beautiful voice, singing praises to him in a way that would make even the most experienced of whores jealous, his little song bird~. You are indeed the perfect little mouse for him, and as his fingers brush against the softness of your stomach he nips at your shoulder- his eyes never leaving Zariel's, as if to say- mine… As if daring her to make a move.

[frostybearpaws]

The Fine Print - Chapter 1: Dawn

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Raphael gets his hands on the Crown of Karsus. With his newfound power he begins his assault on the nine hells.

But this story isn't about Haarlep's brat.

In a strange twist of events, Raphael makes Haarlep his consort and from there they must learn to adjust to their new life.

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Sornin and Haarlep