#m // haarlep

[valentjin]

charm point: his nose scrunches :)

[deardarlingdevil]

I'm looking at Larian's artists' official render of these three and some screenshots and photos I borrowed from some mutuals (credits to @int9 for the side profile of Raph and @deggza for the real Raphael as Haarlep mod)

As someone who specializes in drawing portraits and characters I can't help but notice some differences because when I said I obsess over every line and pore on that bastard's face, I wasn't lying

Aside from looking younger than Raphael, Haarlep's male form lacks the dorsal hump on Raphael's nose bridge, and his is straighter. Haarlep's female form on the other hand resembles Raphael's features more, but more feminine.

Both M!Haarlep and Fem!Haarlep also lack Raphael's dimple on the bulb of his nose. Fem!Haarlep still has Raphael's cleft chin, but it's less noticeable.

Maybe it's just the lighting, but M!Haarlep's facial hair is also less coarse than Raphael. His bone structure is also softer and less angular than Raphael's.

Well, now we know which features Raphael is most insecure about

[loyalborn]

@ourpretender

Haarlep was starting to think that they hated mortals. They were weak, little things that lived for such a short period of time. And yet, for some reason, Haarlep was expected to be respectful and charm them. The whelps barely lived long enough to do anything, and yet, they were able to grace the halls of this mock House of Hope, replicated on the mortal plane, with their presence. And the incubus had to stand among them, dressed so prettily, and smile and say thank you when they stopped to compliment them.

They wanted to scream.

Normally, Haarlep enjoyed parties. Parties with other devils, parties that they didn't need to pretend during. And sometimes those devil filled parties were just brimmed with debauchery. They got the chance to be an incubus, and that's all they were expected to be. But mortals didn't understand that.

Instead, Haarlep was supposed to pretend. Among mortals, they were the pretty spouse of Raphael. No doubt a trophy wife, one only married to him for the life of luxury that came with it. And the cambion leaned into this, dressed them up in a gold dress that shimmered when they moved, that was a stark contrast to their blue gray skin. Their natural beauty, the pheromones that stuck to their skin, did a lot of the work.

Haarlep had excused themself from an extremely dull conversation under the guise of needing some air. Once on the balcony, they found that their hidden stash of cigarettes was empty. With a flash of anger, they tossed the metal cigarette case to the ground, where it struck on a corner and became dented. It was only then that they noticed another presence. "Oh, excuse me," they murmured, acting bashful.

[livebeginning]

Can I just say that it's a little bit weird that there's a "They/Them Pronouns for Haarlep" tag on ao3? Using the canon pronouns for a character shouldn't need its own tag imo

Also saw a couple fics with tags like "threesome - (Tav's gender)/M/M" involving Haarlep when the "threesome - (Tav's gender)/M/Other" tag also exist

[tavyliasin]

Short Fic - The Shrew Who Tamed The Incubus

This was a drabble request that ran a little long, and I'm glad it did. It was a nice little soft moment, not particularly my usual flavour but you know sometimes even the little Haarlep in my head needs to lay their head somewhere soft and take a rest from being a relentless muse~ Full piece below the cut! Not really spicy at all, but there's still sexual references, so I wouldn't call it SFW either. So have some sweet soft moments for a nice rest, loves, and I shall be back upon the morrow~

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Haarlep looked towards the shimmering doorway of the boudoir, an unexpected guest stood just beyond the barrier, nervously shifting his feet as his hands fussed at his outfit. Simple, plain, but comfortable, and his hair was neatly combed. The incubus could’ve been mistaken for thinking this young man was waiting for a first date, anxious about getting their parents’ approval to take them out. The sight amused them, so they waved away the barrier. “Come, there is little point in standing at my doorway, Little Shrew.” They beckoned towards the bed where they lay, wings spread and tail swishing lazily against the sheets. “Now, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” The man followed the command, stepping inside and walking across the room with soft footsteps. “Well, you see…the thing is…” “Is there any need to be so shy? I know why you are here, you wish to lay with me, and it would be my *pleasure* to feast~” They smirked, licking their lips at the prospect. “Actually, no.” He found his voice a bit more now, even beneath the powerful gaze of the incubus. “Or rather, yes, I do want to lay with you, just not like that.” “What other way is there? You are a meal walking up to the plate, and now you say I am not to even have a taste?” Haarlep’s brow furrowed, a darker edge creeping in to their voice. “You’re not hungry though, are you?” Shrew stated more than asked, staring them down, not even waiting for an answer. “You’ve fed, yet there you are waiting to give more of yourself again. When was the last time you felt touch that wasn’t all about lust?” “What’s the point in that?” The incubus seemed to only be able to answer with more and more questions, their look changing to one that was more perplexed than angry now. “You need more than just food, you deserve more than that. You could feed on anyone, drain them to a husk with only a thought for your own pleasure, but you don’t. You care - in your own way, I wouldn’t insult you by suggesting anything more - and…well, I care. About you. In my way.” He stepped a little closer, reaching out to the incubus, laying a soft hand on their face, stroking his thumb along their cheekbone. “Let me, just for a while. If you really want me to leave, I will.” Haarlep seemed completely lost for words for once. Not only had this timid creature approached them without desire behind his steps, he had asked for something nobody else ever had. Clients would request their kinks, to hear Raphael’s voice in their ear, or to feel the softer curves of the Archduchess, but never had one asked to simply be close without sex. It made no sense…but then perhaps the idea had some appeal after all, if nothing else the curiosity was beginning to eat at the back of their mind. “Fine,” they relented, shuffling back a little and gesturing to the space, “you may proceed.” Shrew quickly removed his boots, leaving them neatly stood by the bedside, folding some of his clothing next to them, only keeping a little clothing on his lower body. This wasn’t the time to be fully undressed, but he still wanted to feel the warmth of the incubus’ skin against him. He climbed up on to the high bed, kneeling at first to shuffle closer to the fiend. “I know this body isn’t really yours , but all the parts that are more you than him …they’re beautiful.” Shrew smiled and kissed the demon on his cheek as they seemed ever more lost for words. 

The incubus was caught between the need to be in control and the confusion at how this mere mortal had seen right through them. They were not Raphael, much as they looked like his younger form, there were just a couple of areas they changed. Not in ways that they thought anyone would notice, so to feel this…to have those parts praised softly… It made no sense. They lay still, allowing Shrew to continue. He snuggled in against Haarlep’s chest, carefully lifting their arm and draping it over his back like a blanket, wrapping his own arm around the fiend’s waist after. “You’re so…warm.” “Of course I am, Little Shrew, have you forgotten where you are? Who you are with?” “No,” he replied quietly, tracing soft lines along the slight ridges that ran from Haarlep’s back and along the edge of their hip. “I’m exactly where I want to be, with who I want to be. So…rest. Let me be your comfort, or the prey caught in your claws if that makes you feel more comfortable. And if you wake in the morning feeling hungry…well, we shall see.” “You are a strange creature.” Haarlep sighed, resting their chin atop the man’s head now, bringing their large wing across them and curling their legs up closer to seek more contact. Perhaps this wasn’t such a bad idea after all. He was soft, delicate in a way, and the light feeling of his touch was pleasant in a way they hadn’t anticipated. A light warmth danced across their skin wherever his fingers roamed, until eventually his hand stilled and his breath grew slower, deeper. “Dream well, Little Shrew. Perhaps I shall join you there after all.” The incubus whispered almost silently against the top of his head, their eyes closing at last as they nuzzled in closer with an instinct they would never understand.

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[smoothsayer]

Yurgir breaks his contract with Raphael and is left to negotiate anew.

•••

"There is a guttural rumbling as Yurgir chuckles, 'And yet I’m sure you wouldn’t be asking at all if it were truly such a ‘little’ favor, hm? I’m still not going to fuck you, Raphael. What would the rest of the Hells think if they knew how you begged and bartered for it? You’re pathetic.'

Across the room, the echo of Raphael’s laughter carries from his giddy twin. Haarlep’s tail bats against the mattress in mirth even as the real Raphael shoots a scathing glare in their direction."

[dark-and-kawaii]

You can pick who but I'm begging for more smut from you. Zevlor Rolan Haarlep Raphael whoever I just need it. Call me thirsty I don't care.

Shameless Smut

Haarlep x f!Tav/Reader - Zevlor x f!Tav/Reader - Raphael xf!Tav/Reader - Rolan x f!Tav/Reader - Dammon x f!Tav/Reader

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: I- I picked everyone and added Dammon because i'm horny and unhinged like that... AND BE THIRSTY WE LOVE A THIRSTY HOOMAN!!!

⋆˙⟡♡ NSFW | Haarlep Is The Best | Big Dick Zevy | Creampie | Dirty Talk | Breeding | Pregnancy | Choking | Tail Play | Public Sex | Lorroakan Is A Perv | Dammon Chokes You With His Tail | I Missed Stuff But Oh Well

Enjoy xoxo

Haarlep

“What would the city think, their precious little hero-“ Haarlep thrusted the rest of their cock inside you, “filled with an incubus’s seed.” They continue to ravish your cunt, stretching and filling you so well, you could only pant as you clenched the sheets.

“How would they react-“ Haarlep bent down, their teeth grazing against the back of your neck, their hand caressing your still flat tummy, “seeing their savior swollen with a demon’s child~” The incubus bit down gently, but enough to mark you, a dark red hickey blooming where their lips met your skin. You groaned, tightening up on their cock, the thought of bearing an incubus’s child, bearing a demon child, was strangely arousing.

Haarlep growled at the feeling of you squeezing down on them, and continued pounding into you, their hand tangling in your hair to press your face against the mattress, your ass high in the air. You let out a muffled moan as Haarlep ravished you, the head of their cock hitting that spongy spot inside you every time, and their tail rubbing your clit with a speed and skill that rivaled your own hand. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten and coil, your moans turning into desperate mewls.

“s’too- too much! I-I can’t- AH~!!”

Haarlep’s hand wraps around your throat as they slam into your sopping pussy, the bed creaking, “So pretty with my hand around your delicate little neck-“ headboard slamming into the wall and you just have to hang onto the sheets like your life depends on it.

"Do I scare you?" The incubus purred, letting the hand squishing your neck tighten around it, "Do I terrify you? You know what I am and what I can do." Their voice was low and their breathing harsh.

Haarlep’s breathing picked back up when you nodded- their hip knocking against you painfully when your hand came up and sealed around their wrist, pressing down. Wanting them to do it, to press harder, to push you around more and more, shamed in how good the feel of their hand squeezing your throat made you feel."Y-Yes! Y-you- nngh- a-ah~!” you gasped, "B-but you- f’m-make me f-feel- n-nngh- s’good- AH~!"

You were a mess beneath them, panting and moaning like a bitch in heat, the feeling of them filling you up making you see stars, “gu-gunna fill m-me~” you babbled, eyes rolling back. Haarlep chuckled darkly, their thrusts becoming sloppy.

"Pump you full- fill your womb with my seed- fill you till you're leaking-" Haarlep grinned against your flesh, "-until the hero’s stomach swells with my child- I'll make you a mother, a breeder for my little demons." They mutter, the tip of their tail flicking your clit just right, your thighs trembling and your vision whiting out.

"F-Fuck! Haarlep~!!" Your orgasm slammed into you, making you scream.

“Good! Cum- cum with me, little mortal-!"

"S'gonna- I-I-!! G-Gods, please!~" You sobbed your body going numb. Haarlep always teeters on losing themself at this part, always brought back though to reality by your nails digging into their wrist, and how sweetly you whimper their name.

"H-Haarlep~” you sob, wanting, needing their cum, "I-I want- I w-wanna b-be a m-mother, w-want you t-to f-fill me- g-give me a c-child~" You were crying now, the way your walls just clamp down around them, pulsing and gushing.

"I'll take such good care of you~" they coo, kissing your tears away as they paint your insides white. Their seed warm and thick, Haarlep pressed themself deeper inside you to push their cum even further. Their tip rubbing against your cervix, the incubus wanting to be sure their sperm finds a home in your womb.

Their goal to make sure the shape of their cock is imprinted into your gummy walls, wanting to ruin you for anyone else. 

Rolan

Rolan grabbed your arms, his face deepening in color as soon as his back hits the scroll shelf. He looked down at you, his lips parted in a slight snarl, his nostrils flaring, "Th-Thish is highly inappropriate-." He tries to protest, but you push forward, your lips meeting his. He stiffens for a moment before he relaxes- almost. Pushing you off of him, Rolan glares at you, his lips firm. "You're insufferable-." He groans, “You need to leave before Lorroakan retur-“.

You stare at the cut on his eyebrow, your eyes trailing to find the bruise on his cheek. The marks his mentor left behind… Your eyes darkened, and you press up against him, your chest rubbing against his.

"I'm not leaving until I know you're alright." You hiss, your eyes softening when you find his stare, your lips pursed, “besides~” You tiptoe your fingers up his chest, tracing over his heart, before finding his neck, then his chin. You lean in, gently pulling him forward. His breath hitching. "I want him to catch us~” You glide your nail against his throat, causing Rolan to swallow thickly, his adam's apple bobbing as his eyes flutter close and he sighs.

"You are… insufferable," he says, his voice a mere whisper. Your lips curl into a smirk as you pull him in for a kiss, pressing your body closer.

“Want him~” you trace his bottom lip with your tongue, nipping him gently, "to catch me~" you whisper, his breath deepening, before his hands find their way around your waist, gripping the fabric of your shirt, “to watch me take you~".

Rolan inhales sharply, his lips parting just enough for your tongue to slip through, the heat of his mouth causing your eyes to flutter closed. He groans, his hand cupping the back of your neck, his tongue brushing against yours. You pull back, a string of saliva connecting the both of you. His mouth following yours before you push him back again, “I want Lorroakan to hear my sweet Rolan’s moans~"

You tug up on his robe, "Want him to hear me cry your name~.” You bite your lip, “To watch you fill my dripping pussy with your delicious cum~" You glance up at Rolan, whose face is completely flushed, his lips parted, and eyes dark, “Wanna bruise his ego~”

"You are going to be the death of me," He spins the two of you, your back to the shelf now. His hips roll forward and you can feel the evidence of his arousal.

"I'll be your death." you whisper, pressing up against him.

Rolan groans, his lips ghosting against your neck, "And what a way to go," he mumbles, his breath hot. He kisses along your neck, his teeth grazing over your pulse. He reaches his hand out, and grabs the shelf above you, knocking a scroll onto the ground, "Lorroakan is going to find us." He warns, “ The man knows everything that happens in this tower."

You moan as he bites your neck, his fingers digging into your skin before pushing you down to the ground. Rolan’s hand forcefully flips your dress up, bunching it at your hips, his other hand reaching to rub the wet spot of your panties, "So wet already."

He pulls down your undergarments, his hand slipping between your slick folds, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in slow circles, his middle finger sliding into you, his index finger teasing the edge of your ass, "Such a degenerate," he purrs, his tail flicking behind him.

You moan, rocking your hips, feeling his fingers slide in and out, “Rolan~," you mewl, spreading your legs, your chest pressed into the wooden floor.

"Look at you, getting so wet, so loud." His fingers move faster, the lewd, wet noises filling the tower. You moan, reaching a hand back, grasping his arm. Rolan grunts, "Do you want Lorroakan to find us? Hear me make you a sloppy mess?" He growls, adding another finger, "Do you want him to see how good you're taking my fingers? Hear the noises you make?"

You nod, "Yes!" you mewl, "P-please~, rut into me, Rolan~."

He scoffs, his fingers leaving you, the wetness trickling down your thighs. You feel his cock slide between your slick folds, a low groan leaving his throat, "Such a needy thing," he mumbles, his lips trailing soft kisses along your back, "My needy thing." he growls, his hands wrapping around your waist, his tail coiling around your leg.

He pushes in, a small groan leaving his throat, his hips flush against your ass, his head pressed into your back, "So tight," he groans, his nails digging into your sides, "My beautiful girl."

He starts to move, pulling out until only the tip is left, and then roughly thrusting in. You gasp, pushing back against him, feeling his hips slap against your ass, "R-Rolan~" you moan, clawing the wood beneath you, "M-More~" you whine.

Rolan moves his hands to your breasts, groping and pinching throat the thin fabric of your dress, his thumbs rolling over your nipples, "How lewd of you, getting turned on by the thought of being caught." He teases while he rocks his hips, his tail tightening around your leg. He grunts, his thrusts growing erratic, his nails digging into the tender flesh of your breasts.

Rolan is too focused on you, his rough snaps causing scrolls to fall from the shelf beside you, but as you tilt your head you notice a pair of eyes staring at you, their cock in their hand.

You lock eyes with Lorroakan, who watches silently. The sight of him causes a chill to run up your spine, your back arching as Rolan pulls you up giving Looroakan a perfect view of his cock thrusting into you, your juices coating his cock making a mess on the floor. Rolan doesn't stop, his nails digging into the soft flesh of your breasts, his head buried in the crook of your neck. "Cum for me," He whispers in your ear, his hot breath fanning against your neck, his pace unrelenting, his cock hitting all the right places.

"M' s'so close~," You whine, your eyes never leaving Lorroakan’s, "C-Cumming~" you mewl, closing your eyes. Your body tenses, and the knot in your stomach snaps, your legs twitching as Rolan keeps thrusting, your walls clenching around his cock. Rolan's hips stutter, his thrusts growing sloppy, and a low groan leaves his throat, "D-Damn," he grunts, his cum spilling out, the warmth causing a shudder to run through your body.

You hear Lorroakan groan, his own cum covering his hands. His eyes meet yours, and you bite your lip, your hand reaching behind your to pull Rolan's face to yours. "Kiss me~," and he obliges, his hand slipping between your legs, rubbing your overstimulated clit, "Again?" He chuckles, "Such a dirty girl."

You would keep at it until Lorroakan had to come pull you off Rolan…

Raphael

"Sweet little mouse." Raphael whispers, taking in how fucked out you are beneath him, wheezing out how good he feels. 

"Do you like being pinned down like this, hm?" it's an almost teasing lilt. You think he’s laughing at your stupefied state, but in reality he’s marveling, basking in how good you are to him, greedily accepting his cock.

You nod your head, whimpering. The motion is a pathetic, weak jerk. A few strands of hair fall across your forehead. He takes note of how flushed your cheeks are, how glossy your eyes look.

The sight makes him groan. You feel so good, clenching and spasming around him with each thrust, making him throb and swell.

He has you trapped, completely. Raphael has broken you to the point where all you can do is take his cock, whimpering and crying as he drives it deeper into you, stretching your insides so that they fit his shape and no one else's ever again. Eradicating the memories of those who had been with you prior.

You think to yourself, there’s nothing more delicious than being pressed, pinned down onto his bed, bred like livestock, and barely able to suck in a shaky breath of air between each rough thrust.

The feeling of his cock plunging deep inside, filling you up, stretching you, is addicting. You don't know how many times he’s made you cum, only that it doesn't seem to stop. Unable to focus on anything else besides the cock splitting you open and the pleasure wracking through your body.

"M-more~!!" you wail against the sound of your squelching cunt, feeling his thick cock tug at your walls as he leaves. It’s a frenzy entanglement- you provoke him, spur him on to drive into you faster and harder, the way you wiggle and clench down onto his thick cock, creaming so hard that with each impact you can not only hear it- you feel it splatter down in between the folds of your stretched cunt, drip down the seam of your ass. 

The cambion more than willing to provide. He’ll keep you forever, a beautiful ornament for his bed, his own personal toy to fuck whenever he desires, a perfect suitor to give him children, an army of his own blood, a pretty little thing to keep by his side. 

Zevlor

“Mm~ Zevlor-” warm hands made their way up your thighs. You gasped at the feeling of your underwear being pulled to the side. The cool air nipped at your hot skin. 

"I- I missed you so much, Zevy.”

The tiefling let out a soft hum, "I’ve been quite busy, haven’t I?" his tail brushed against your folds, and your breath hitched.

He chuckled and pressed his thumb on your clit. He began rubbing it in circles and you mewled in delight.

"I apologize," he whispered in your ear.

His lips trailed hot kisses down your arm, his hands wondering over your entire body, pausing at your swollen belly and looking up at you.

You met his gaze with half lidded eyes and smiled, caressing his cheek. His eyes softened and a smile grew on his lips as he continued kissing lower and lower. Situating himself in between your thighs, he hooked your legs over his shoulders, as he buried his face in your pussy.

The heat of his tongue sent a shiver through your spine and a groan escaped your lips. You arched your back off the bed and grabbed his horns.

"Z-Zev~" his thick fingers held your cunt lip apart, his tongue making small circles around your clit before a finger probed at your dripping hole.

"S's~ hahhh~" Zevlor curled his fingers, feeling for the spongy spot that made you arch your back for him, careful not to scape your insides with his nails. Your hips bucked into his face but his other arm held you down and prevented you from moving, “I~ please~ please~! Zevlor! I-“ You blushed, holding your swollen belly, “N-need you~”

Zevlor pulled away from you and you whined at the loss. He looked at you and licked his lips. His horns glistened from the sweat on your hands, his lips and chin shiny from your juices.

He crawled on top of you and kissed your forehead, then your nose, then finally, his lips met yours. You sighed into the kiss, tasting yourself on him, his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth, your tongues dancing. His hand finding the swoll of your stomach where his child grows…

His child.

Zevlor still can’t get over it. The thought of it turns him on and he can feel his own cheek flush with embarrassment. He constantly thinks about how he filled you up so full of his cum it had gotten you pregnant, the sounds of you begging him to impregnate you still lingering. You were so beautiful like this, so plump and soft. He’d never admit it, but if he could, he’d put another child in you this second. 

“Fu~ S’so tigh-tight~~” you squirmed beneath him as he pushed into your sopping cunt. Despite bedding with him countless of times it was always such a stretch. Your toes curled and a long drawn out moan escaped your lips as your hole greedily took in his thick girth.

He let out a guttural groan as he felt your velvety walls envelop him. It had been a few days since the last time you two had sex and your insides hugged him so tightly, so nicely.

He slowly thrusted his hips, relishing in the wet heat of your cunt.

Dammon

"D-Dammon! I-I'm so sorry! I‘ll be a good girl, I swear!" Lying in the hay you struggle against the rope wrung around your wrists, but Dammon easily presses his foot over the both of your bound arms, forcing you to stay still. He kneels down beside you, his lip lower down to your ear, nose inhaling your scent as he talks down to you calmly and quietly, "Keep count.”

You take in a shaky breath before nodding in agreement, fingers balling up into tight fists as you brace yourself for impact. The first strike of his hand comes down hard, stinging the delicate flesh of your exposed bottom. A small yelp leaves your mouth and you instinctively move forward, “Ah~ O-One! Another strike and you cry out louder this time, tears welling up in your eyes, "fu’-Two!"

The next six strikes come in quickly, and by the end of it your tears and mascara paint your face, your lip tint smeared from burying your face against rough hay inside the barn… Your ass marked with his handprints, and Dammon finds himself running a fingertip over the sore flesh, smirking lightly to himself. "So desperate from my cock that you couldn't even control yourself in front of her, could you?"

"Y-Yes-!."

It was true, you always grew envious when Karlach was around, desperate to show her that Dammon belonged to you.

He pulls you up so that you're resting on your knees, your face now level with his crotch. Dammon’s calloused hand grips your jaw tight, forcing his thumb past your lips.

"Are you going to be good for me," he says darkly, and you can't help the whimper that rises when his coarse thumb and nail presses down on your tongue, saliva pooling. He takes his thumb from your mouth with a pop. His hand fishing his cock out of his slacks, "Go on, wrap those pretty lips of yours around me." and you open your mouth wide, tongue lolling out to lap at his cock.

Dammon's cock is impressive in size, thick and veiny with a bulbous head, and the sight of you kneeling before him, tied up, lips stained and eyes puffy from crying has him leaking pre cum.

Dammon's hand that had been gripping your jaw moved to grip a handful of your hair, his tail coiling around the base of your throat, choking you in a way that leaves you moaning around him.

The head of his cock hits the back of your throat, and you choke, eyes welling up with tears as you look up at Dammon who looks back down at you, smirking, "Can't have you forgetting that you’re the only one that belongs to me."

Dammon thrusts his hips forward, pushing his cock further down your throat, "This is mine." He struggles to keep his eyes open, heavy, breathy moans escaping him as you take more of his length, bobbing your head as you twist and slide your tongue around and under his cock, tracing every vein and ridge. 

Each time you take him deeper and farther you ignore the tight pressure on your throat. You're his to use right now, and despite the pain, you'll be his good little throat hole. His hips twitch a little, making your eyes water and throat tighten. Your breathing is heavy, the taste of him on your tongue the only thing you can focus on. Dammon’s tail squeezes your throat, and your moans vibrate around his cock and appendage.

He groans, voice heavy and strained, "So obedient when my cock stretches your throat.” 

It isn’t long until he begins fucking your mouth, pulling out and pushing back in deep, a loud groan escaping him when your nose bumps against his pelvis. The sounds of you choking and gasping for air has him lost in the moment. He can feel the way your throat bulges against his tail every time he thrusts forward.

You gag, saliva dripping down the corners of your mouth, tears and mascara running down your face. And yet you look so beautiful like this. You take everything he gives, your eyes fluttering closed in bliss as you feel your mind begin to cloud.

“Going to fill your stomach with my cum, make sure you never forget what we have, princess." His words come out in a strained growl, the pace of his thrusts growing erratic.

You whine around him and dig your nails into his thigh when he keeps fucking your face, your vision swaying and darkening. “Going t-to.” You can barely hear, trying to push him away by instinct. His hold on your neck and hair is too tight though, his hot cum shooting down your gullet and forcing you to swallow every drop.

Dammon releases you, watching you slump down on the ground while cum and drool leaks from the corners of your mouth, his tail wiping up some of the excess. He kneels down, pulling your limp form against him, holding you tightly against his chest as you take in large gulps of air.

"You are the only one for me, I promise." He swipes a stray hair from your face, “My one and only girl.”

You look up at him with a dazed expression, a smile on your lips as you rest your head on his shoulder. Dammon’s tail curling around you as he plants a soft kiss on the top of your head, a gentle purr emitting from his chest

[sakharine-den]

Masterlist

This is the sweet NSFW den accompanying Red Dead Sakharine (main blog).

📷 Haarlep/Raphael body reference screenshots 🎨

The Boudoir scene

Cambion!Raphael x Haarlep but not like you think

Human!Raphael x Haarlep

Human!Raphael x Haarlep Freecam extras

Haarlep's tail wiggle (uncensored)

Haarlep's tail wiggle (close-up)

Cambion!Raphael x Haarlep

Playtime's over!

The "Minthara scene" collection

Cambion!Raphael x Haarlep

Cambion!Raphael x Archduchess

Human!Raphael x Haarlep

Human!Raphael x Archduchess

Human!Raphael x m!Tav (Tiefling)

Human!Raphael x f!Tav (Human) [missing]

Halsin's meadow

Human!Raphael x f!Tav frolicking in the grass

Cambion!Raphael x Haarlep

Ascended Astarion's scene

Human!Raphael x m!Tav

Human!Raphael x f!Tav

Human!Raphael x Varvain (bottom Raph)

Various shots

Beach night

Human!Raphael x f!Tav

Cambion!Raphael x f!Tav

Raphael x m!Tav

Random gifs

Raphael's beautiful butt

POV: You're having the night of your life

m!Tiefling x m!Tiefling

Tie up the devil

The devil wears nada

Tentacles...

Body worship (Tickles stuff)

[scuttlingcrab]

The Devil's Archive

Behold! All the Raphael fiction I've written so far. You can find me on AO3 too!

I think of each story as a writing exercise and opportunity to grow, so I feel (and hope!) my pieces have gotten better since the initial fic.

I am always open to receiving prompts and getting more inspiration. The day I stop writing about Raphael will be a sad day indeed, and I don't intend on that happening any time soon.

In regards to the types of prompts:

I love everything focused on Raphael - from prompts about Raphael being a magnificent bastard, his internal monologues on various aspects throughout his dealings, to Raphael x Tav, Raphael's life in the Hells, etc.

I haven't done any NSFW, Durge, or Haarlep prompts yet, BUT I am always open to receiving them! It might take a while to churn those out, but I love devouring them and will try my best.

Miscellaneous

The Stranger

Bored at a party, Raphael seeks a delicious new soul.

A Night at the Symphony

Raphael goes to the symphony to check in on a client.  

Too Close for Comfort

What happens when Tav gets a little too close to the devil?

No Time for Love

Don't wish Raphael a Happy Valentine's Day...

Late Night Intruders

Tav thwarts an assassination attempt against Raphael during the wee hours of the morning. And from Raphael's perspective, everything is going according to plan.

A Perfect Fit

Raphael receives an unexpected gift from Tav.

Dressed to Kill

Raphael is caught off guard by his recent gift from Tav, so he decides to pay his little mouse a visit.

Hangover from Hell

Raphael wakes up with a hangover, only to find Tav sleeping on his chest. He desperately tries to make sense of the entire situation.

Dance with the Devil

Raphael attends the annual Baldur's Gate Masquerade Ball and accidentally runs into his little mouse.

Shadowy Deals

Raphael shares a drink with Tav at the Last Light Inn, hoping to entice her with a new proposition.

The Devil's Muse

Raphael gives Tav, his very favourite client, a generous gift after she signs his contract.

Fiendish Rewards

Raphael appears at Withers' party, hoping to finally collect the Crown of Karsus from Tav. However, an unexpected turn of events causes Raphael to re-think his plans.

A Devil's Lament

Raphael brings Tav to an abandoned chapel, hoping to complete one final task before he begins his conquests of the Hells.

Inferna Victoria

With the help of Tav, Raphael fights against Zariel for his seat in Avernus. Much to Raphael's dismay, the fight ends up being more difficult than he anticipated.

Trial by Fire

Tav makes a proposition for Raphael, offering to teach the Devil her craft of sewing in exchange for him relinquishing her creative ban. Raphael finds stitching a wee bit harder than he initially expected.

Only a Kiss

Raphael is fuming after Tav shows absolutely zero decorum, kissing him in the middle of an important meeting between prospective clients. How will the Devil manage? 

Practice Makes Perfect

Raphael takes matters into his own hands when Tav proves to be a less than cooperative model for his latest painting. He will do anything to create a masterpiece, even if that means teasing his little mouse into submission.

Mortals

Mortals is a collection of short stories about Raphael, where he meets various mortals who have impacted him someway or another throughout his existence, loosely tying into the main plot of Baldur's Gate 3. Each story is stand-alone.

The Curse of Lady Luck

Raphael calls upon his old friend, a priest, who he reluctantly made a deal with many years ago.

A Warlock is Born

Korrilla summons Raphael to aid her in a fight at the Devil’s Fee. Raphael recruits a new warlock to his cause.

A Warlock's Sacrifice

Raphael seeks the aid of his prized warlock after he finds an intruder has broken into his House of Hope. Raphael confronts Tav in the aftermath of combat.

The Great Hunt

In Search of a Hammer

Raphael learns from Korrilla that Tav foolishly sold the Orphic Hammer in an attempt to earn some last minute gold. Raphael hunts down the Hammer before his dreams are destroyed forever.

[thecampjuicebox]

The Devil You Do

Pairing: Ascendant Raphael x Tav(f) x Haarlep(m)

Rating: 18+, Minors DNI

POV: 2nd person

Warnings: SMUT, monster fucking, blood, pain for pleasure, whipping, stretching, scratching, overstimulation, double penetration

Searing pain rips through your core with each crack of the leather strap against your ass. Thwip! You cry out, head falling forward between your shoulders. Haarlep grins at your reactions, arm rearing back to land another deliciously hot blow to your bruised skin. Thwip! Trembling hands search the silk sheets beneath you for a place to hold onto. Anything to distract you from the well deserved lashes. Your legs tremble beneath you, barely holding up your bent over frame.

"You've stopped counting, Mouse. Shall I begin again?"

You shake your head furiously, sweat dripping from your brows and into your eyes, hair falling around your shoulders and face, slick with sweat.

"N-No.. That was f-fifteen.."

Haarlep leans down towards your smarting flesh, tongue flicking out to collect the little beads of blood forming along the whip lines. Without warning, another smack lands against your skin and you jolt forward, hoping to escape the force of the leather strap. Thwip!

"Sixteen!"

Tears well up in your glossy eyes, eyelashes dusted with little droplets of both tears and salty sweat. Raphael tuts from the corner of the room. He stands, approaching the scene with a slow walk, a cat stalking it's prey. Warm fingers trace along the globes of your ass. You hiss at the friction against your fresh wounds, practically purring now when Raphael's fingers dip to your dripping cunt.

"Don't let her fool you, Haarlep. Look at just how wet she is for us."

Raphael lifts his fingers, index and middle stretching apart to window pane your slick between them, the clear fluid stretching into a thin film. Haarlep groans at the sight, landing a harder lash to your left ass cheek, the very tip of the strap leaving a mark on the small of your back. Two more lashes follow in quick succession. Raphael reaches out and stops a fourth lash from connecting to your abused skin, grasping the leather strap and yanking it from Haarlep's hands quickly. Haarlep wines and sits on his knees obediently. The devil reaches down to grab a fistful of your hair, yanking your head up so the rest of your body follows. He presses your back to his chest and wraps a large hand around your throat, fingers pressing just enough to your arteries that your vision goes fuzzy. Hot lips coast along your earlobe.

"Ready to apologize for disobeying me?"

You chew your bottom lip in further defiance, a grin twisting your thin lips upwards. Haarlep giggles and points at you, grinding his hips into the firm mattress, cock straining against the small leather harness.

"Let me ruin her, Raphael. Please. Pretty please. She's not sorry. Let me make her sorry!"

You spit at the incubus and Raphael hisses into your ear, leather strap slapping swiftly against your outer thigh. A strained cry forces itself from your throat and he shoves you forward onto the bed, kicking your legs apart. Haarlep crawls towards you slowly, fingers walking their way up your arm, over your shoulder, and across your shoulder blades before snaking their way into your hair and shoving your face into the bed. You grunt at the force, hips bucking backwards towards Raphael. He lands another hit against your other thigh and you let out a muffled whine into the sheets, hands grasping in front of you to attempt to push yourself back up for air. Haarlep doubles down, pressing your face even harder into the mattress, a breathy chuckle rumbling in his chest at your pure suffering. The harsh sting of nails makes you cry out, Raphael scratching one long stripe down your spine, blood pooling in the dimples of your lower back. Haarlep growls to himself, palming at his painfully erect cock.

"Can I have her now? You've had plenty of fun.."

The incubus whines up at Raphael, earning a smack to his cheek. A quick hand reaches out to grasp the sides of his face, cheeks squishing together and lips puckering out.

"Wait. Your. Turn."

Raphael releases Haarlep's face with a rough shove and turns his attention back to you, hands rubbing up and down the sides of your thighs gently, extra pressure being applied to the swollen lines from the leather strap. In one swift motion, Raphael scoops you into his arms and tosses you fully onto the bed, body jostling around like a corpse. You grunt on impact, not daring to move any more than Raphael has already allowed you to. After the lashing you've received so far, and the plenty more to come, you consider disobeying Raphael regularly. Warm slick coats your inner thighs and you squeeze them together tightly, doing all you can to mask your enjoyment, your cunt throbbing for release. Raphael follows you up onto the bed, shedding his coat and shirt in the process. Rough hands force your legs down on either side of him, Haarlep joining in to help restrain your wrists above your head. You wiggle beneath the two men and whimper.

"I can't wait to stretch you out, little mouse."

Two pairs of warm lips immediately attach to your nipples, tongues and teeth fighting with the sensitive buds. You tilt your head, back bowing off of the bed, the hot pain from the marks on your ass making your legs shudder.

"Gods, p-please.."

"Gods? Aha! There are none of those here."

Haarlep chuckles against your breast and bites down roughly, leaving little pin holes in a perfect circle. Raphael eagerly kicks off his boots and leathers, angry red cock springing up, a bead of pre-cum collecting in the little slit at the tip. His hands move underneath your thighs and lift your legs up and apart as far as your hips will allow, exposing your sopping wet cunt to him. He licks his lips, thrusting his hips slowly to rub his cock against your hole.

"Beg for it, mouse."

Your hips buck upwards, begging for friction. You whine. Mewl. Cry out for his touch. You're so far beyond begging now. You need him to fuck you or you feel you might keel over.

"Please, Raphael. Please stretch me out. Make me pay for my sins."

"Oh, how delicious."

Heat rises in your spine and into your head, brain practically boiling in your skull. Raphael lands a rough smack to your clit before shoving his cock inside of you, every inch filling you up so well. Your walls tighten around him and he grunts loudly at the sudden grip. Oh, fuck. He's much larger than you anticipated. He bottoms out inside of you, the tip of his cock pressing into your cervix, sweet pain sending shockwaves deep into your belly. The air around you thickens. Time slows down. Raphael thrusts furiously into to your cunt, each movement stretching you more and more. Haarlep lays on his stomach to watch the delicious display, cooing into your ear to earn extra moans and whimpers from his words. His hand reaches down to rub agonizingly slow circles onto your clit, rearing back to occasionally land a harsh smack to the bundle of nerves. Each slap makes you tighten around Raphael and he digs his nails into your thighs, little rivulets of blood staining his fingernails. You pant heavily at the combinations of sounds and sensations. You want more. Crave more. Drool pools in the back of your throat as the devil fucks into you with delectable speed.

Haarlep sits up with a sudden idea, crawling to the end of the bed to whisper into Raphael's ear. With a grin, Raphael pulls away from you and you whine loudly at the sudden emptiness.

"N-No, please!"

"Patience, mouse. Patience. You'll thoroughly enjoy what is coming next, I swear it."

Haarlep's voice is thick and sweet like honey, gentle fingers keeping contact with your clit just enough to make you whimper. The air sizzles around you like a camp fire, heat and flames licking over your skin with a fury you've never known. You shield your eyes with your forearm. "A-Ah.." The heaviness around you makes you dizzy, lungs burning, skin seemingly melting where you lay. Haarlep claps in excitement as Raphael's human form shreds to pieces in front of you, a tall, flaming monster with massive wings and teeth to match climbing out of the husk. You gasp loudly, backing away from the edge of the bed and into Haarlep's open arms.

"Shh, little one. You're in for such a mouthwatering treat."

The large creature reaches out to you, claws burying themselves into the flesh of your plush thighs, anchoring there. You shriek at the sudden burn of pain and blood. Terror makes your heart thump audibly behind your chest as Haarlep holds you in place, the monster mounting you where Raphael once was. The boiling heat of his skin makes you writhe beneath him. Never have you been stricken with such fear as you are right now, the impending doom of being fucked into oblivion by this creature making you sweat profusely. And yet. You're aroused. Painfully and desperately aroused. Your teeth grasp onto your bottom lip and chew, wet eyes blinking up at the monster that took Raphael's place. You part your legs sheepishly, inviting it in. Haarlep groans happily, hand resuming its place on your clit, rubbing in clockwise circles. Head falling back against his chest, you close your eyes and wait. Wait for the pain. Glowing orange eyes scan over your body, taking inventory of the feast before them. You're positively soaked and ready. Just begging to be filled to the brim. The being in front of you moves in, lining it's massive cock up with your aching cunt. With a slow thrust it begins its descent into your depths, stretching you to capacity. You cry out, Haarlep whispering little praises into your ear as you take the pain gracefully. His hand continues to work your nub.

"Yes.. So good, mouse. So obedient. So ready for Raphael. Such a good little pet you are."

You mewl at his praises, eyes rolling back into your head. The pain is intense. Delicious. Paralyzing. Raphael removes his claws from your thighs and grasps your hips, tugging you closer to him, hips rolling into you with each small thrust. Your cunt shows much resistance to his size, fiery jolts of pain zapping your spine each time he plows into you. The mix of pain and pleasure nearly makes your heart stop. You reach for Haarlep's comforting embrace, only being met with his rough hands grabbing at your wrists and holding them down, forcing you to succumb to stillness.

"Don't move. Be a good girl and stay still."

The monster above you howls into the air, thrusts losing any sense of rhythm as it rapidly nears its end. His claws find purchase in the globes of your ass and without warning, he flips you over, Haarlep carefully moving himself out of the way. You lift your ass into the air, keening when the monstrous being slides out of you to adjust its position. You pant into the bed heavily. Raphael lifts you up and lies down on the blood soaked sheets where you once rested, placing you carefully on top of him. Your skin sizzles on contact with his and you hiss loudly. Little heat blisters speckle your skin and you whine in pain, moving yourself away from the source.

"Poor mouse.. Would the healing pool make this easier for you?"

You nod, chewing your lips apprehensively. Haarlep eyes the monster for a moment, earning a nod of approval. Careful hands lift you up into Haarlep's strong arms and he crosses the boudoir to the large pool of warm water near the front of the room. He lowers your trembling body into the water and you hiss at the temperature before settling on the bottom, eyes fluttering closed. The wounds on your back and ass begin to heal slowly, the harsh sting of the lashes dissipating. Your skin tingles in the healing liquid. "Better?" You nod enthusiastically, soaking for just a moment more before standing and ascending the stairs of the pool. Haarlep holds a helping hand out to you and you slide your fingers into his. You eagerly climb back into the bed to Haarlep's surprise, quickly mounting the monster that lies there. Without hesitation you line yourself up with the massive cock beneath you, sliding onto it with a thunderous groan. Haarlep moves behind you to hold you steady.

"Mm, so eager. What's changed? Such a brave little mouse you are. So proud of you."

You grin and grind your hips back and forth, jaw falling slack at the overwhelmingly painful stretch of your cunt, your slick not being enough lubricant for the monster's girth. Haarlep pops a thumb into his mouth, tongue swirling around the digit to moisten it with as much saliva as he can muster. You lean forward onto the monster, breasts sizzling against his molten chest. A loud yelp bursts from your throat as Haarlep forces his slick thumb into your puckered asshole, the digit sliding in and out with plenty of resistance. The monster beneath you growls emphatically, claws digging into your thighs where they once held purchase, blood spilling from the new puncture wounds. The speed of your hips picks up considerably, fucking yourself on the massive cock stretching you so deliciously. Haarlep replaces his thumb with his own aching cock, the sudden sensation making you cry out into the air, head falling between your shoulders as his presses his chest to your back. The three of you rock in tandem. A strong hand wraps around your throat making you straighten upwards, another reaching down to work your clit in painfully fast and rough motions. First in circles, then side to side, loud moans and whines melding together into incoherent babbles.

"That's it, pet. Scream for us. Let the Hells know who you belong to!"

The slaps of skin on skin echoes through the boudoir. Hips clash, claws rip through flesh, blood covers skin and sheets alike. Your vision blurs from the ecstasy. Raphael snaps beneath you, teeth chattering as he holds you down on his rigid cock. Suddenly, molten cum spews into your fluttering walls, the creature beneath you panting and growling in pure pleasure. You grin down at him, fingertips tracing the spikes and veins on his hot skin. Flames rise around you, skin scorching at the pure heat of it all. You cry out and Haarlep holds onto you tightly. Raphael's human form reappears beneath you, naked and completely spent. He pants loudly. You gape around his softened cock, cum, blood, and slick mixing together and dripping down his hips in a deliciously grotesque concoction. He smirks up at you and holds you in place as Haarlep continues to fuck into your ass, thrusts so rough they send you lurching forward. The incubus grasps a handful of your hair and yanks your head back, the fingers of his free hand still working furiously at your clit. That very familiar knot of pleasure winds in your belly. You scream but nothing comes out. Only hot air. Raphael chuckles loudly.

"She's so close, Haarlep. Finish her off. You're doing such a good job."

Haarlep moans loudly at Raphael's praise, hips halting as he suddenly spills his warm seed into your ass, continuing his harsh thrusts to throw you over the edge. Trembling hands grasp at anything to keep you steady and you gasp, orgasm crashing over your body, hot like the very hellfire that surrounds you. You buck your hips against Haarlep's still swirling fingers. Raphael lifts you off of him carefully and Haarlep slides his cock out of you, only to switch holes. He spins you around, sweaty bodies pressing together tightly and he continues to fuck into your spent cunt. Tears spill out of your eyes, loud sobs driving Haarlep to move harder. Faster. Hungrier. Bouncing you on his still adamantine cock, he steps off of the bed, moving towards the pool of healing. He lowers the two of you into the water, a gentle hiss sounding from the water cooling your scorching skin and making steam rise around your bodies. You grasp Haarlep's shoulders, begging and pleading for him to stop. To let you breathe. Anything to calm to intense overstimulation. And yet, another orgasm builds rapidly in your depths. Your walls tighten around him, milking him to his second climax. Raphael watches from the bed, fingers playing in the mixture pooled on his abdomen.

You're thrown over the edge without warning. Nails tearing at Haarlep's shoulders, blood trickling into the otherwise clear water around you. He grunts in ecstasy, cock twitching furiously inside of you as you grip onto him before falling completely limp in his arms. He chuckles and releases you to float in front of him. You blink your eyes up at the ceiling of the boudoir, blood rushing in your ears, the soothing water calming the violent pulsating in your core. A comfortable sigh escapes your heaving chest and you steady yourself in the pool, eyes flicking back and forth between Haarlep's tired body and Raphael, who is now sitting on the edge of the bed. He stands, moving towards the pool to descend into the blood tinted liquid, exhaling heavily at the comforting release of the ache in his muscles. You paddle towards him, nuzzling up to his warm chest, fingers toying with the course hair swaying in the gentle waves of the water. Strong arms press you into him and he places a gentle kiss on the top of your head. You sigh happily in your master's arms.

"Don't think I've forgiven you for what you've done. Rest up, mouse. You'll need it."

[loyalborn]

@vigilant-cleric // cont.

Pale, fiery eyes watched him closely. Haarlep took the drink without a word and lifted it to their lips. They were listening to him, they really were, but the foul taste of the beer had them spitting it back into the tankard. Wine was their main drink, more so than water, so the bitter taste had their nose crinkled and their lips curled in disgust. They moved the offending drink away from them.

Sipping their own goblet of wine, they refocused on what the mortal was telling them. The idea of going so long without intimate touches was foreign to them. Ever since they reached adulthood, sex had become a regular part of their life. The main part, really.

Haarlep let the question roll around in their brain. "A bit of both, I suppose," they answered honestly. "And, no - my nature doesn't change whether I'm in the Hells or not." They set the goblet down and ran the pad of one finger around the rim. "My kind, we need to have sex. Just like food and water, sexual energy keeps us alive." It was a bit odd explaining it to someone, something they had been taught about themself at a very young age. "We feed off orgasms, whether it's our own, with another participant, of course, or someone else's." They shrugged. "A man could lay over me and fuck his hand and his orgasm would feed me. But if I do it all alone, nothing." A pause. "I enjoy sex, too."

[sadcambion]

They'll be all you remember.

Raphaël x f!Tav (reader) x Haarlep

TW: Questionable consent (The reader is under substance), rough sex

You were in a large luxurious red four-poster bed. Your mind was fuzzy, you remembered nothing. Your pussy was hot, sore, a warm, creamy substance flowed between your legs.

The little mouse, wanting to outsmart the cat, went to the fox. But the fox was not what he claimed to be.

And whatever you wanted to do when you came here, you seemed to have failed miserably.

You were nothing but a sex-hungry thing, seeking to be defiled. Haarlep’s voice spoke triumphantly, a smirk on the face. He was lying on the bed next to your amorphous form on the bed.

"Well, I wonder what face Raphael will make when he sees his little mouse here, so desperate…"

You don’t know who you are. You don’t know what this place is. You don’t know anything. Haarlep has poisoned your mind, his saliva has a phenomenal effect on you. Your misty eyes faintly rise towards his. You’ve been used so much in the last few hours...

"Raphael? Who is he?"

The smile of the incubus grows. He seems to delight to see you in this pitiful state.

"You know him pretty well, little mouse."

This nickname awakens something in you, but your mind in limbo is not able to remember … A shiver runs through your spine.

"I do not remember…"

Your body, still trembly , is trying softly to get closer to the incubus. It seems that he was not dead-handed with his aphrodisiac… He stops you, his claws gently sticking into the soft skin of your wrist.

"He’ll be here any second, sweetie, you better keep some for him… he’s very possessive with you, you know."

Another chill runs through your body, you’re so exposed and vulnerable, oozing from Haarlep’s seed. Obviously, you are not aware of the danger, the risks. You’re just a cock-thirsty thing and your body is hot with desire despite your exhaustion. You don’t protest when Haarlep stops you.

Somewhere in your mind you try to remember your name, you also try to remember who Raphael is. But nothing, your head is like an empty shell.

A man arrives, his complexion is tanned, his eyes brown, brown hair, he is dressed richly. He looks at you raising an eyebrow, the rest of his expression was indecipherable when seeing you in this bed, naked with his incubus, completely ravaged. He approaches, his calm steps betrayed no emotions. He looks at Haarlep, his eyes fixed on you.

"What’s she doing here?"

He was looking at you, his eyes slightly surprised masked by his neutral expression. This thing… It wasn’t Tav, it wasn’t you.

Haarlep is smirking as you look at the two men, you are lost in the wave in your spirit.

"Our little thief seems to have failed..."

He frowns. Of course, what else would you do here? You had nothing to do here. He is both mad with rage when hearing that you had come to him to steal his hammer and also mad with rage that you fell into the claws of Haarlep. Nevertheless, he will use this to his advantage. He looks at you, you perceive a mad anger in his eyes but also regret. You do not understand. Who is this man? Why is he looking at you like this? Raphael speaks slowly, calmly, despite the rage that is boiling in him.

"I never thought you’d fall so low, Tav."

"I don’t understand, what have I done?"

You look up at the man, seemingly indifferent to being naked in front of him, full of incubus sperm. Haarlep observes in silence, contemplating your rather wide hips and your bouncy buttocks. 

You don’t remember anything, but something in your mind, something far away screams to you that this situation is not normal, that you shouldn’t like it. Raphael look hardly Haarlep.

"Why did you drug her?"

Haarlep smiles, it’s a bit provocative considering the sharp look of Raphael. The incubus sigh before leaning towards you, his lips hovering over yours.

"Master... isn’t it better when she’s totally malleable? So eager..."

He speaks softly, his voice being lewd. He crushes his lips on yours, all in front of his master. It makes its tongue penetrate into your mouth, its saliva sending you again tingling in the lower abdomen. You kiss him greedily, lost in the throes of pleasure. He drugs you a little more every second of the kiss... His tongue plays with yours.

He finally retreats, before looking at Raphael.

"See? Isn’t that better? She wants more..."

Raphael looks at the contemptuous creature who has just kissed his little mouse while undressing gently. It is clear that his intentions are just as sinful as those of Haarlep. You feel like you’re going crazy wet when you see that man you can’t remember, naked. The devil smiles wickedly looking at your quivering body of desir. You have nothing of that woman he respected. You just looked like a whore.

It takes its shape of cambion before your misty eyes, empty of all emotion, except excitement. He climbs on the bed, his hands touching your throat and breasts. Your red nipples have been hard for so long. Raphael seems to think at something.

"Mh.. When she is fully conscious, she will face her actions. But while waiting..."

He smiled ominously, his two hands pressing your breasts as you begin to moan, they were sensitive and painful because of the many solicitations of Haarlep.

"While waiting why not enjoy what I have at hand... That’s the least you can do, isn’t it, little mouse?"

Again this nickname... But you are too in the mist to raise the threat of his words. You don’t remember him, but he seems less fun than Haarlep. He seems more sneaky, more sinister. More... Diabolical.

Once again, your mind is screaming that nothing like this is normal.

"I did nothing. No?"

He laughs insidiously before turning you on your stomach, your soft body can do nothing to prevent it, and anyway you don’t want it, you want it, you want to be soiled by his demonic sperm, you want to feel his cock spread yours walls to their limits. He raises your hips, your ass in the air, fully exposed. Your pussy drips on the sheets.

"Oh, trust me, when I’m done having fun with you, you’ll remember..."

At the same time Haarlep who obviously hasn’t had enough of you is kneeling in front of your face, his length again hard, proudly erect.

Raphael positions himself behind you, the tip of his sex against your hole already mistreated and degoulinant of your juice and that of the incubus. You moan weakly at the sensation, Words try to come out of your mouth but Haarlep does not wait and pushes his cock in, making you silent.

You tighten the sheets under you, on your knees. Raphael also seems to be tired of being patient and he enters you in a hard and deep push by seizing your hips. Most of your screams are muffled against the cock of the incubus and unlike Raphael’s sloppy and angry blows, Haarlep is sweeter, at least, as much as he can be.

You feel the hard length of the devil entering deep within you. Your walls already dirty and already irritated because of the previous assaults tighten as a protest but given your muffled moaning and your buttocks which rise even more to allow him to take you deeply, it is clear that you want that. Your empty, drugged mind wants this. 

It violently hits your cervix and you almost bite Haarlep, the sensation makes you crazy. You can hear the cambion giggling behind you as the incubus grabs your hair hard, pumping his cock further down your throat. Haarlep speaks softly, between some moaning.

"Don’t bite, keep being a good girl for me..."

At the same time, the devil whose wings cast a sinister shadow on your naked and mistreated body plunders you relentlessly, hitting your collar to hurt you. It’s too deep, too strong, and you can smell it despite Haarlep’s aphrodisiac saliva.

The incubus holds your hair firmly and a trickle of saliva flows down your chin.

In the midst of the two evil creatures, you look like a wreck.

Your body trembles and almost begins to convulse, you can no longer, your body is hot. You are overstimulated on all sides and struggling.. And yet you still want it. Your hand slips between your legs to start rubbing your clitoris. Raphael firmly grasps your wrist, stopping you as you feel his cock throbbing in your warm walls, it is still against your cervix...

"You are really insatiable..."

He forcefully tightens your wrist with one hand and you feel that it will leave you bruises. At the sight of Haarlep’s soft moaning he also seems close, the tip of her sex rubbing your throat. Your throat hurts you. Your pussy too. You hear Raphael panting from time to time.

You feel them filling you simultaneously. Raphael’s burning seed was landing directly in your womb already so full because of Haarlep. Your orgasm strikes at the same time, imprisoning his cock in you, tears of pleasure bead at the corner of your eyes and Haarlep firmly holds your head, forcing you to swallow his precious seed while he ends up grunting.

Haarlep retreats, his body still quivering slightly while Raphael remains anchored deep inside you. His clawed hand goes through your messy hair, almost affectionately despite the circumstances and his hoarse voice is full of dark promises, you will not get away with it.

"Enjoy my dear, the rest will not be as pleasant..."

No, you shouldn’t like it, it’s wrong, so wrong, and yet... you find yourself wanting to be the whore of the devil and Haarlep.

[viennacherries]

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'The Hard Way': NSFW 3,409 words

'Last Chance': NSFW 2,363 words

'Lost in Translation': SFW 1,966 words

'Infernal Musings': NSFW 3,063 words

'A Lesson in Listening': SFW 1,284 words

'A Firm Hand': NSFW 2,001 words

'Quoth the Raven': NSFW 16,178 words

DAMMON/TAV

'Longing': NSFW 4,318 words

ZEVLOR/TAV

'Conception': NSFW 2,898 words

HALSIN/TAV

'All's Well That Ends Well': SFW 1,311 words

'Venus': SFW 753 words

GALE/TAV

'A Moment of Magic': SFW 1,876 words

'The Cost of Ambition': NSFW 1,461 words

HEADCANONS

'Haarlep, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor react to shy gn crush confessing their love' SFW

'Zevlor, Dammon, and Rolan having a M!Tav partner who’s big on acts of service and/or is a service top' NSFW

'Rolan, Zevlor, Dammon, and Gale with a partner who’s huge on giving them body worship' SFW

[inaconstantstateofchange]

don't come crying - a young!Raphael fic

An incredible rendition of young!Raphael by @shahs1221, here: please go check her out and give her some well-deserved adoration for it!

A/N: I'm gonna be so honest, I have no idea how to tag this in a comprehensible way, relationship-wise. Suffice to say, the Mephisto-lovers are... probably going to appreciate this more than I wish you would, and if you too are fifty leagues down the Niche Forgotten Realms Characters™ rabbit hole, you may also be enticed by the Baalphegor inclusion. 18+, please and thank you.

Summary:

Raphael blinks, attempting to reason past the howling fury within him. He has never before felt so truly attuned to his more fiendish instincts, working in concert with his mortal ones in a truly dangerous storm. He swore when he first came to this wretched plane that he would be its master one day, and he’ll be damned – well and truly – if he fails here. Or: Centuries prior to the events of the game, Raphael's return from a routine fetch quest on Mephistopheles's orders is interrupted by a summons to the throne room. His father has a lesson to impart to him, and he's going to ensure it sticks.

This is part of an ongoing story I've had in the back of my mind for several weeks now. Rather than another WIP longfic, I'll be posting additional segments from this 'verse in a series if/when I add more. If @sky-kiss has any say in it, I'm sure I will.

The only background info you really need is:

All characters are drawn from actual Forgotten Realms lore.

Raphael has recently been plucked from the Material Plane to join his father's court on Cania, in the Nine Hells.

Due to Raphael's stunted development, and an unwillingness to be shamed by his spawn's weakness, Mephistopheles has placed Raphael under the purview of his consort, Baalphegor.

Baalphegor's body is able to produce an empowering draught, too weak to hold much significance to true fiends, but sufficient to bolster Raphael's growth.

Finally, it is a pet headcanon I've incorporated into this 'verse that Baalphegor is the same individual later know as Haarlep, but you are welcome to use your own interpretation.

Raphael stumbles through the extravagant entrance doors to Mephistar, the flesh-shearing winds of Cania grabbing after him as he ducks behind the solid, enchanted stone. He’s done his best to cover all exposed skin, but there is always some that escapes his notice, leaving him bleeding out strength he can ill afford to lose. He loathes these “errands” his father sends him on, tasks purported to test his skill, devotion, and cunning. In reality, it feels more like busywork designed to keep him weak and subservient, reminding him of his contentious existence in the hierarchy and reinforcing his dependence on his father’s dubious goodwill.

The desiccated parchment that proved the focus of this most recent quest crinkles slightly, as he shifts his gaze up, the slight sound echoing across the cavernous hall as he looks with certainty for the being he knows to be waiting for his return, just as always. But — they’re not there.

He furrows his brow, an agitated and disquieting anger growing within his gut. He strides across the marble floor on frostbitten feet he can barely feel, shoving the parchment at the lone figure of Mephistopheles’s chamberlain Barbas, standing at attention at his post, and wearing his habitual sneer as he looks down at Raphael. Raphael ignores it for now, as ever, but files the snub away with all the other insults he will one day be strong enough to return tenfold.

“Where is m—the Lady Baalphegor?” He demands imperiously. They are almost always waiting for him upon his return to bestow his reward. That is the deal, the entire reason he engages in these banal fetch quests even though they are entirely beneath his rank and status. He pushes sharply at the errant thought of the pretty fiction it makes, knowing all the while that his true choice is to bow to his father’s whims or perish. True or not, it does no good to dwell on such matters, not when he will be changing them just as soon as he can manage.

Barbas’s sneer gouges even deeper into his face, growing a biting and nearly gleeful edge as he answers Raphael, “Well, young lord, as your august presence must surely have ascertained, the Lady is certainly not here.”

Raphael can feel his face going blotchy and red, and curses his mortal heritage once again for its constant betrayals. The ice-blue crystals in the eye sockets of the chamberlain harden and glint with glee at the sight. Raphael spins on his heel, marching furiously away, the parchment crumpling further within his fist. Barbas’s mocking voice rings out behind him, “Don’t forget to report to His Grace, little lord! He insisted it be done immediately upon your return.”

Raphael almost turns again to berate him, but manages to stop himself at the last moment, lest he lose even more face from the encounter. He’ll make his report as quickly as possible, then hunt down his wayward… Baalphegor, and claim his rightful recompense. The brilliant halls of Mephistar blur around him as he storms through them, focusing only on making his way to his father’s great hall with haste.

He doesn’t wait to be announced, merely pushes firmly on the doors, both with his physical form and, in a manner only recently attained, with the lashings of his own metaphysical aspect. They creak open, the sound like distant screams even on the well-kept mechanisms, and he steps through without hesitation, words of complaint already springing to his lips, when he stops dead in his tracks.

He’s found Baalphegor.

The succubus – and they are in full succubus form in this moment – is perched indolently on his father’s lap, where he sits on his ostentatious throne. But not just perched, no — impaled, as he finds when, with stricken eyes, he watches them move their body in a smooth, undulating motion up, degree by degree, before dropping back down, brilliant hair falling around them and catching the flickering hellfire-light as it glints off their red-brown skin. Soft, melodious moans are driven from their throat with each movement, as if pushed out by the — by the member within them. Their round breasts shift with the motion, the revitalizing milk within them welling up and dripping down their chest, squandered and disregarded.

He swallows, throat dry, his eyes and chest burning in stark opposition with one another.

His father casts an apathetic glance across the hall, and his eyes alight on Raphael, a cruel smirk curling at his lips. “Ah, the returning triumphant! What have you brought me this time?” His voice is nothing but mocking, no attempt made to couch his disregard for his unwanted and unloved spawn.

Raphael blinks, attempting to reason past the howling fury within him. He has never before felt so truly attuned to his more fiendish instincts, working in concert with his mortal ones in a truly dangerous storm. Everything within him is raging at the broken contract, even as it boils with jealousy at the manhandling of something that is his, and it is only the barest dregs of his staunch self-preservation that manage to keep him from attempting something truly foolish. He swore when he first came to this wretched plane that he would be its master one day, and he’ll be damned – well and truly – if he fails here.

He holds the parchment, now looking rather worse for wear, out before him on a finely trembling hand. He searches for the words he needs in a mind nearly whited out by rage.

“I… your cult in Waterdeep sends their obeisance, y–your Grace.” He curses his tongue for its fumbling, driving home further how well his father’s ploy is working to discomfit him.

“Oh,” Mephistopheles waves a careless hand. “That collection of rabble. You will leave it with my steward.”

Raphael ducks his head a bare inch, keeping his eyes away from Baalphegor as much as he can, and turns to leave.

His father’s voice rings out after him before he has completed even half his turn, sharpening with the first warning edges of his infamous temper. “Where do you think you are going, whelp? You have not yet been dismissed.”

Raphael turns back to face him, slow and careful, as the true danger of the situation sets in. He has rarely found himself in the presence of his father when these moods strike, and never without at least the tenuous support of Baalphegor behind him. And yet… he meets their gaze now, searching, and the barest fraction desperate, but there is nothing. Their red eyes meet his without flinching, cold as Cania’s glaciers. Trickles of the subtly shimmering draught spilling from their breasts have reached down to their hips now, soaking into the thatch of hair between their legs.

He tears his eyes away and forces his attention back to the far greater threat, scrambling for an answer that will satisfy his father.

“My apologies, your Grace.” The epithet comes easier this time, its passage eased by his awareness of his own precarious position. “I misunderstood your direction, and wished only to carry out your will with utmost alacrity.”

Mephistopheles rests his chin insouciantly on his hand, elbow propped against the arm of his throne. His voice, when he speaks, is sardonic and shows no signs of the ongoing actions of the succubus on his lap. “Oh very nicely salvaged, whelp. My wishes, however, are for you to remain just where you are, and appreciate the lesson I’ve prepared for you.”

Raphael swallows, the boiling heat within him growing fiercer, rage intertwined with other, less-savory feelings.

With little warning, Mephistopheles moves his hand to entangle within Baalphegor’s tresses, pulling the succubus fiercely down onto him as he wrenches their head back against his shoulder. A tremulous cry breaks from their throat, and Raphael only barely keeps himself from starting forward at the sound.

Mephistopheles brings his free hand forward and toys with Baalphegor’s breasts, pushed forward into the air from their current position. He twists pitilessly at them, prompting yet more cries as the liquid inside spills out in greater quantities, splashing, wasted, against the smooth skin of Baalphegor’s stomach. It runs in rivulets onto the throne, and down, to collect into puddles on the floor of the grand hall.

Raphael feels his stomach turn even as his mouth, well-trained by association, waters, unhindered by every other horrible aspect of this waking nightmare.

Mephistopheles wipes his hand dismissively on Baalphegor’s hair, leaving behind silvery streaks, then draws them up by their hair and hip, beginning to move within them in earnest as he continues his reproach. Raphael wants to close his eyes, his ears, every one of his senses, but knows such an admission of weakness would be worse than his undoing.

“You’ve prevailed enough upon my largess, and I am no longer willing to indulge your weakness.” Mephistopheles sneers. “You’ve proven more fortunate than any other cambion within the Hells, but from now on you will make your own way, or fail. Such is the way of Baator.”

The fires around the hall burn fiercer in alignment with their lord as he looks down at his unloved progeny. “Should you find yourself desperate for one last taste to stay your appetites, however, you may lap it from the floor like the whelp you are, and thank me for the concession.”

Raphael feels like he is become hellfire himself, the hatred he knew within him for his progenitor stoked to dizzyingly fierce new heights. Jaw aching with the effort of withholding the flood of vitriol within him, he grits out, “My thanks for your… beneficence. I would not dream of prevailing upon it further.”

Mephistopheles snorts, dismissive, then turns his attentions back to Baalphegor, by all accounts having forgotten Raphael’s entire existence.

Raphael stands, Baalphegor’s unfeeling eyes burning into his, until he is finally – finally – dismissed. All the while, the ambitions within him, already cast in carbon, are pressurized further and further, until they are as fearsome diamond, reflecting the blood and fire around him.

He will not remain his father’s lesser for long. He will see him deposed, and make him suffer for these indignities heaped upon his person.

By Asmodeus, he swears it.

[dark-and-kawaii]

Who would babytrap you out of the bg3 men 🙈

୨♡୧ Baby Trapping ୨♡୧

Halsin - Gale - Haarlep - Raphael - Gortash - Rolan

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: Yes. Absolutely Yes. I got you babes xoxo

⋆˙⟡♡ NSFW | Breeding | Creampie | Baby Trapping

╰› Halsin’s obsession with you reached dangerous heights, fueled by a possessive jealousy that consumed his every thought. He knows the depths of his actions are morally wrong, but his desire for you overrides any rationality that remains within him. The way that other Druid looks at you, their eyes hungering for your body, it stirs an animalistic rage within Halsin.

Feigning urgency on important matters, deceiving both you and the unsuspecting Druid whom he pulled you away from, Halsin leads you deep into the forest, where his intentions come to fruition. Overwhelmed by his uncontrollable lust, he takes you forcefully, ravishing you until you're reduced to a quivering, moaning mess. The ecstasy of the moment blinds you as he spills his seed inside you without restraint, his desire to impregnate you driving him further.

Halsin wrestles with the weight of his actions, he knows it’s wrong to wish you pregnant like this, but the beast inside him demands otherwise. You, his chosen mate, his partner, you are his alone and he’ll make sure all the others know this.

╰› Haarlep is both possessive & greedy, always wanting more, especially if you’re Raphael’s little mouse. Haarlep’s not afraid to claim you as their toy if you’ve truly caught their attention. Through a combination of enchantment and manipulation the incubus ensnares you, captivating your senses and dominating your every thought. They exploit your deepest desires, using their irresistible allure to draw you deeper into their web of possession.

Your mind becomes foggy, a euphoric haze engulfing you, but it feels so damn good. The pleasure is intoxicating, so intense that the means by which it is achieved becomes inconsequential. All you crave is more. Haarlep's beautiful cock slides effortlessly into your eager depths, fitting you perfectly, as if it were the only thing that could ever satiate your desires. They make you yearn for their touch, their love, their vile seed. They use you as they please, taking what they desire from your body while painting your gummy walls white, leaving you begging, pleading for Haarlep to cum deep within Raphael’s precious little mouse, “P-please~ Cum n’inside Raphael’s s’little m-mouse!~”

By the time you come to your senses it’ll be too late. You’re nice and bloated with the creatures cum, they’ve claimed you, your body belongs to Haarlep now, and you will serve them well as the mother of their demon spawn.

╰› Raphael is filled with insecurities and has been his whole life but never dares show it. Not until you feel how how desperate his thrusts become, it’s almost pitiful. He’s so desperate to fill you with his offspring, it’s his way of proving to the infernal realms that he is the strongest, capable of producing the finest progeny to aid in his conquests and ruling.

Master manipulator, skilled at using his charm he'll make sure to bend your will to his desires, will purposely breakdown your defenses, prey upon your deepest fears and own insecurities, exploiting them to gain complete control over your body and soul.

“You need me,” is all he says, his eyes fixated on the way your tight cunt accommodates him with each forceful thrust. Each time he goes deeper and deeper causing you to whimper and clench his luxurious sheets… You can feel the bulge in your stomach each time the head of his shaft brushes against your cervix. It becomes evident that he places his ambitions and pleasure above all else, including your own needs and desires.

╰› Gortash deeply adores and values your presence, which is why he indulges in serving you drinks until you reach a delightful state of inebriation. Although you had expressed how you don’t wish to have another child, Gortash holds a different perspective on the matter. Not only has Bane compelled him to father more offspring, but Gortash himself yearns to create more beautiful children with you. And so, he will pursue that desire.

You hate how good it feels to have his cock filling you up, how euphoric and mind numbing it is. The alcohol in your system heightens the pleasure, it’s what has you creaming and cumming around Enver’s cock as he violates you, fucking you as if you wanted this. Gortash thrusts into you with a fervor that momentarily blurs the lines of consent, disregarding your wishes and capitalizing on the intoxication he facilitated.

"My dear, you are meant to grant me the joy of having the children I long for," he grunts. You attempt to shake your head, genuinely striving to communicate your objections, but the overwhelming pleasure drowns your attempts, leaving your mind awash in a sea of pleasure. He captures your lips in a possessive kiss, his desire evident in the intensity of his embrace, while his fingers dig into the softness of your thighs, marking you until you bleed. Finally, he releases a torrent of his cum deep within your fertile womb, leaving the possibility of new life to blossom within you.

╰› Rolan never really liked the idea of children, especially to sire his own. They were loud, smelly and a massive responsibility. However, once you came into his life that all began to change… Especially after your precious visit to Lorroakan’s tower… The way that man took hold of your hand and kissed the back of it as if he was paying homage to a queen or goddess made Rolan want to tear him apart limb from limb, his tail whipping back and forth.

That night something snapped within Rolan, the tiefling wanted nothing more than to make sure you were his, not that he feared of losing you or anything but it was as if his body needed to ensure that no other male could take you away. After all, who would want you if you were swollen with a “Hell spawn’s” child?

Rolan had never released himself inside you, so you were shocked when you felt a thick warm substance coating your insides as well as the his cock. You gasped at the feeling, looking back up at Rolan who was biting his lip, he didn't look at all fazed by this. No, instead he looked as though a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

Rolan held your hips tightly as he pulled out of you, a small bit of his cum escaping and sliding down your inner thigh before thrusting back inside you. one load wasn’t enough, he needed to be sure…

╰› Gale is obsessed with creampies and breeding along with the idea of you carrying his children. He becomes consumed by the singular desire to impregnate you, their beloved. The images that flood his mind of you and him walking around Waterdeep, his hand on your swollen belly, it drives him insane.

He’d tell you there’s nothing to fear, that he won’t cum within you, instead he’ll decorate your perfect tummy with his cum… Only for him to lie and actually release his seed against your cervix. His grunts fill the room along with false apologies.

The kind of man to spike your drink so you sleep soundly as he fucks you nice and deep. It only takes a few mere moments until he's cumming deep inside you. Don't worry, he always does his best to clean you up so you aren't suspicious. The next morning he'd feign concern when you awake drowsy not feeling the best, a new cup of tea awaiting you in his hands.

[sky-kiss]

M Reader getting caught by Raphael (or Haarlep) in the HoH and being absolutely SHOCKED that "it isnt actually theft until i've left the building" is not swaying the devil's heart

A/n: Thank you, babe! Hopefully this works!

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Raphael/Haarlep/M!Reader: 18+

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Hindsight being what it is, you do realize you’ve made a mistake. It just takes a while to sink in, your shock and outrage overwhelming the softer, dawning horror. How could Raphael treat you this way? Betray your trust?

And then you remember two things in succession: he is a devil. You are in his house. Still, the protest bubbles forth all too easily, a touch of offense coloring your tone. There’s something else, not unlike a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Not guilt, per se. Something in that neighborhood. Haarlep caught you. Not in the act of stealing, no, that would have been a mercy. 

You’d slipped off after fucking Raphael’s incubus. The blissful soreness still lingered in your muscles; the tight clench of them around your cock a ghost of sensation you can't shake. Haarlep wore you down to the bones. In the afterglow, they struck. You struggle to support their weight, tired as you are, and they are not insubstantially sized. Haarlep had dragged you before your master, settled you on your hands and knees, and taken their seat upon your back. Their tail winds around your throat, a warning note of pressure whenever you attempt to look anywhere besides the Master of the House. 

You try again, voice hoarse. “I didn't take anything.” 

Raphael tips his head towards your tunic. A neat assortment of rings, gemstones, and baubles line the table. Everything you managed to slip in your pockets before you'd been caught. “Did you not?” 

You swallow, shifting in your bindings. The leather cuffs chafe against your wrists. Haarlep utters a dismissive noise, tail tightening around your throat. “Intent isn't…it's not the same. Didn't leave, did I? You still have everything.” 

“Oh-ho, semantics, is it? Delightful.” Raphael chuckles and the sound shoots straight to your cock, as effective as any touch. He drags two fingers around the rim of his wine glass. “I'd applaud the bravado, pet, but fear your argument rings hollow. You've already taken something from me.” 

He snaps his finger. The incubus rises. Haarlep moves behind you, movements smooth as any circling predatory. When they move in front of you, they’ve shifted into your form. Bare and lovely, dried sweat and cum smeared across their abdomen. 

“My virtue.” They flutter their eyelashes, snickering as they approach Raphael. 

“The Prince of Lies would struggle giving voice to that falsehood, pet,” Raphael says, and his incubus shrugs, slipping to their knees before him. “But the principal stands. You availed yourself of my hospitality. Hospitality I might have freely given…if only asked.” He hummed, tapping his chin. You watch, fear and arousal pooling in your belly, as the devil reaches out. He brushes the backs of his fingers down Haarlep’s throat, and the ghost of sensation, of heat, registers on your skin. “A shame.” 

Haarlep grins, practiced hands smoothing up their master’s thigh. You feel the flex of muscle under your palms, the scratch of fabric as they drag his trousers down just enough. They shuffle nearer, licking Raphael’s half-hard cock, and the taste of him fills your mouth. You swallow, shifting. 

“We can work something out,” you try. You struggle not to shift as Raphael’s tail slips between Haarlep’s legs. It curls upwards, stroking between his legs, up to push at their hole. You choke; Haarlep pushes back, even as you struggle not to react to the phantom pleasure. “Please. I didn’t know.” 

“Pretty falsehoods. Pretty excuses; I deal with the tangible, sweet boy.” He rocks into Haarlep’s mouth. You feel the weight of him on your tongue. And there is something else, something torrid and delicious, about watching him fuck your mouth, watching the lazy thrust of his tail into your body. The incubus groans with your voice. You screw your eyes shut, struggling against your bindings, achingly hard. It wasn’t fair; you hadn’t known, hadn’t thought.

“Haarlep,” the cambion's voice chases through you, low as a lover's, tinged with faux intimacy. The pleasure fades somewhat as the incubus leans back. Raphael’s claws sweep over the incubus’ cheek, featherlight, back to tangle your hair. You wince at the tableau, hunger warring with your sense of self-preservation. “Be a lamb, won't you? Show them how we treat the unwelcome guests.”