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A Feast Fit For A Fiend

Tav receives an invitation to a date. Refusing such a gesture from Raphael would be unwise, and she is delighted to find an entire banquet laid out in her honour, even as Haarlep plans a dessert for the three of them to share afterwards...

Written for the Tav'ern Discord Valentine Event, and I chose to write for Raphael, Haarlep and Tav because honestly they're some of my absolute favourites and this piece was delicious in more ways than one~

Also...perhaps you can tell, but of late I have been driven to gnawing at the walls at the very thought of the delightful ridges along a cambion's body~ Perhaps I'm a smudge jealous of Tav...

Pairing: Haarlep/Raphael/Tav SPICE Rating: 4/5 Content Warnings and Tags: Food Play, date, Valentine Fic, Light Bondage, Teasing, Cambion Ridges, Oral Sex, Group Sex, Tails, cambion tails, the other hot thing is the ridges on a cambion's body, Ridges, tail sex, power play

Spoilers Act 3 House of Hope Canon Compliance Complies with the canon in ATG @atavsguide only, otherwise there's little to no actual game story related things in here~ Other Notes This is my usual Tav from ATG, and technically it fits with "Agony and Adoration" as what Haarlep was doing before dropping in on Abdirak and He Who Was. Also - ART AT THE END OF THE FIC!

Song/Mood Horns by Bryce Fox

"Hey! In her heart, there's a hole There's a black mark on her soul In her hands is my heart And she won't let go 'til it's scarred Ha! Try to breathe, but I can't 'Cause the air she feeds me is damned Got a touch like a thorn 'Cause the girl, she's hiding horns

She got blood cold as ice And a heart made of stone But she keeps me alive She's the beast in my bones She gets everything she wants When she gets me alone Like it's nothin' She got two little horns And they get me a little bit"

SMUT BELOW THE CUT! Full Chapter also available on AO3 A Feast Fit For A Fiend - AO3

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A Feast Fit For A Fiend

Tav fussed with her outfit for the hundredth time in as many minutes. She’d done more than pull a rough comb through her hair too, trying to look as well put together as she could manage. The invitation upon the table, still bearing the scent of palmarosa, black pepper, cherry, and a well masked hint of infernal sulphur, was staring at her without eyes. Or perhaps it did have eyes? Who knew what a devil might add to such a thing. And what an invitation it was, too… “Dinner for three,” it promised, “you need bring only yourself.” Simple enough, but what was missing between the lines? What kind of meal should be expected? It certainly wouldn’t be a first if Tav were to end up on the table herself as a feast…but far be it from the fiends to be predictable . No, there had to be some other twist to this. And the almost hidden hint of cinnamon on the envelope had not escaped her keen senses either. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Her heels clicked on the wooden floorboards of the tavern. She had only been given a time and day, which meant that any moment now she would find herself- The shimmering doorway appeared with impeccable timing, bringing her restless pacing to a swift halt. Tav had just a moment to calm herself, smoothing down a few stray hairs and attempting to look casual as the ever-well-dressed devil she knew would be there stepped through the portal. Human form, she noted, and dressed in fine red and black silks - a little more relaxed and yet somehow more formal than Raphael’s usual blue and gold jacket with the high collar shirt beneath, and yet it was no less handsome. The colours were a perfect compliment to his human tones, the red sash reflecting like a hint of fire in deceptively brown eyes. “Good evening, Little Mouse. Would you care to join us for the evening?” He put on a flourishing bow, a gesture of far greater respect than the nickname would imply. “You know, despite all your poetry and theatrics, I hadn’t assumed you were much of a romantic.” Tav returned the bow with a slight curtsy, crimson skirts held to the side in her own display of pageantry that was a poor match for her tone. “Assumptions,” he replied with the hint of a smile, “are for fools. And you are far from a fool. Now, if you’re ready?”

She took the hand that was offered with another, far shallower, bow, surprised as the hint of a kiss brushed her fingertips. “I stand corrected, my lord.” Tav smirked at the hint of a wrinkle at the top of his nose, her tone teasing him further. “Do lead the way, I’ve been looking forward to this all day.” — Haarlep waited patiently. For the first five minutes. For everything beyond that, impatience took over. Their tail twitched behind them, frown deepening every time they had to resist the urge to tug at the finery that covered far too much of their heated crimson skin. A feast had been promised, but only if they followed the rules - and outside of their usual domain, the rules were no longer theirs to make. Seeing the pair step in through the doorway, arm in arm like a patriar walking beside his beloved, was almost more than they could stand. The fine clothes both were draped in accentuated their forms perfectly, muscles and curves defined and complemented by the finest tailoring that Raphael could blackmail. Their own outfit was a deep black, only hints of silver accents in a mimicry of their usual spiked harness that did not chafe with the restrictions of etiquette. I will continue to play along for now, Archduke, but if you do not make it worth my while- —

Raphael could see his incubus was glaring daggers at him. Or potentially something far more dangerous than mere daggers hid behind the fire in their eyes, but it mattered little. They had been bored, and they would get their entertainment. He, on the other hand, had felt frustration far deeper than simple boredom, and far harder to cure. For weeks now he had watched his Little Mouse scurry across the landscape, acting far more like a rabbit with others. Even at the Harlot’s parties, she had eyes for everyone else in the room, and that would not do. Now the only face she would see was his, and the reflected double in Haarlep’s form. The only little voice in her ears would be his too, the only, touch, taste- “This looks like far too much food for three people.” Tav’s words broke him from the circle of thoughts that threatened to consume him again. “And you say this isn’t any kind of trick?” “If I wanted to trick you, Mouse, it would not be so dull as a false feast. And I know you know better than to simply eat your fill without being certain, so here. Use it.” He passed her the scroll of Dispel Magic he had already prepared, knowing her reaction after she refused to eat from the tricked table at their first meeting. He watched with interest as her painted lips formed the words of the magic, weaving it through the air with the correct gestures as if she had practised. Even a rogue can learn a few parlour tricks… “Even the flowers are real?” The spell had been cast and dissipated just as swiftly, so Tav was now leaning towards the bouquet of roses - red, white, and a near-black hued blossom. “Yours, should you wish to brighten that dreary hovel you use for a temporary home. Though such pretty things are surely wasted upon your rather barbaric companions, wouldn’t you say?” He slid an arm around her waist, his other hand caressing her cheek and drawing her towards his lips stopping just shy of delivering the kiss the motion promised. “But I didn’t bring you here to smell the flowers. Come, take a seat.” —

Tav’s lips ached at being denied, and she could feel Haarlep’s eyes burning into her from the other side of the table. She tried to distract herself by examining the feast as she was led around by the arm gently pressing on her lower back. Everything looked fresh, every dish meant to be hot had steam curling from the top with a blend of aromas that raised her appetite further. Cold served foods bore the smallest drops of condensation on the edge of the platter, promising refreshing taste and fine quality. She swiftly found herself seated between the fiends, the air thick with the scent of cherry and the edge of cinnamon from her left. “So nice of you to join us, Rat~” Haarlep purred in her ear, voice as heated as the air that tickled her neck as they spoke. “Red or white, Little Mouse?” She turned to the other side - for a moment wondering if this was a trick question asking her to decide between the two of them, or perhaps between Raphael’s own forms - but quickly noticing the fine crystal glass in his fingers. “Red, I think.” She unthinkingly answered both questions with as much certainty as she could muster for either.

“Is that so~” Haarlep took the cue to lean a little closer, their hand drifting to her thigh. She realised they had no empty platter before them, only a glass that had already likely been filled and emptied several times while they waited. “Manners, Harlot , they cost nothing.” Raphael snapped, pushing the incubus’s hand back to its owner, his own fingers lingering perhaps a little too long on her leg before withdrawing. “We are here for a meal , and your own appetites will have to wait until we are done. Our most esteemed guest is to be treated as such.” With a click of his fingers, an eerily beautiful music began to fill the air. Tav tried to focus, being so close and in the middle of the two was distracting to say the least. Despite the size of the table, the gap between their seats was particularly narrow. She turned her attentions back to the food, picking out a few choice samples for her plate and accepting a few recommendations from Raphael who seemed oddly keen to serve her. Conversation passed easily, a mixture of their usual back and forth - though perhaps with a little less venom on their tongues for a change - and meaningless small talk. Yet between all of this, there was a quieter battle raging. Every time Raphael looked away or reached for a new dish to pass to Tav, Haarlep would steal the moment to whisper in her ear, kiss her neck, or several times she felt their tail teasingly slide from her ankle to her knee. Each time the cambion’s attention returned to her, the incubus withdrew their touch in a heartbeat as if it were never even there, a smirk of mock innocence playing at their lips.

Likewise, Raphael took his own opportunities in a subtle manner, one more suited to his theatrical airs and graces. Leaning across just so that his perfume would tickle at her nose, his neck almost close enough to touch, to kiss, but only for an instant that was snatched away swiftly. Other times he let his fingers linger against hers, exaggerating the touch as he passed a glass or some other new treat from the feast before them. Tav was torn. This was clearly a game, and for once she felt like the only one capable of winning it. Although a small part of her was certain such a streak of luck could not last… The competitive nature of both would soon escalate, the thought of which was maddeningly enticing. “No more, thank you. This was…well I don’t think I’ve ever tasted so many delicacies in my entire life.” Tav spoke truthfully, in over two centuries of life she hadn’t truly hadn’t had such an experience. “Of course not, poor thing~” Haarlep crooned, a fake note of care in their voice as they caressed her cheek more brazenly now. “How kind of the great Archduke to provide for you.” “Traditions should be adhered to, don’t you agree?” Raphael turned in his chair, knees touching her leg as deep brown eyes watched her face for a response. “Tradition? I don’t think I know what you mean…” Tav searched his frown for an answer, as if the crinkle at the top of his human-formed nose might somehow give her a clue. “Romance, Little Mouse, and the annual celebration thereof.” His voice carried a note of surprise as she realised she had paid little attention to any celebrations for some time. The last two events she had remembered to attend were both upon Haarlep’s own invitation too. The coin dropped, spinning for a moment before landing flat with her head wishing to be similarly face-down in embarrassment. “Hold on - this was a date?”

“Of course it was, Rat. I had not thought you to be so dull as to miss that little detail in the scented note he spent hours-” Haarlep was silenced as they ducked the empty bottle that soared over their head, catching it deftly in their tail. “Such a terrible host, and we haven’t even got to the dessert yet~” “That course will be served in a different venue, should our date be willing to accept further invitation.” His arm slid behind her, teasing with gentle touch, warmth spreading from his fingertips even as Haarlep sidled closer on the other side. “Well…it could be considered rude to leave before the meal is over.” She bit her lip subconsciously as the tip of Haarlep’s tail lifted the hem of her dress above her knee, their claws finding her inner thigh with ease soon after. “An excellent choice~” Their voice was a salacious whisper, followed by their tongue running along the edge of her ear, leaving with a gentle nip at the sensitive pointed tip. —

A few minutes later, the three were walking through the shimmering doorway to the boudoir. Haarlep grinned, at last it was time for their own meal. Preparation had taken much of the day, ensuring everything was exactly how they wanted it to be. One long table held a selection of platters and jugs, bottles and glasses between providing a full complement of delicacies, but their own favourites were not on the table. Or at least, not yet. “The rules have changed, as you are by now well aware, Little Rat.” They grinned, seeing the blush begin to rise in her pale cheeks, already imagining her neatly styled hair coming undone. “Now, Archduke , if you would be so kind as to assume your proper form.” Doing as he was bidden without question, Raphael’s wings unfurled behind him, tail stretching out and swishing slightly, crown of horns curling above him as he grew taller, a little stronger, skin now a matching crimson with Haarlep’s own. Tav was still beside him, blushing a deeper hue as she looked up between both of them. She was on the taller side for an elf, but that paled in comparison to the full height of a fiend. Her eyes drifted back to meet Haarlep’s gaze with an unspoken question. “You are still the guest of honour, Rat. Take a seat right here~” They indicated a chair set beside a smaller table, buckled straps on the arms and legs a stark contrast to the plush cushioning of the seat. “A throne fit for a thief, is it not?” She looked hesitant for a moment, before Raphael’s tail flicked wickedly with a stinging strike from behind. “Go on, Little Mouse, or have you lost your appetite so soon?” —

The question itself only served to raise Tav’s hunger, in more ways than one, as she took her seat. “Wait, there’s only one chair. What about Raphael?” “He has his own place to serve, Rat, don’t you worry about that~” Haarlep whispered in her ear, sending a shiver up her spine as they secured a strip of dark silk across her eyes, tied neatly behind her head. “All you need do is taste whatever passes your lips for now. Can you manage that, Little Thief?” She nodded, lips already slightly parted, two very different hungers competing for control over her appetite as she was fastened firmly with the straps, legs and arms secured to the chair. “A test then?” Raphael’s voice, calmer, slightly deeper. “An easy one to start, of course.” Haarlep’s reply, a lighter, musical, yet dangerous edge. A few moments later, something small and round was pressed against Tav’s lips. Cool, firm, and the fingers that pressed it into her mouth were firm and simple in their motion, lingering only a moment before leaving her to eat the morsel. “A cherry?” She attempted to give the answer she assumed they wanted, relieved at least that the stone had been removed prior to the tasting. “And whose hand delivered it?” The calm voice, close on her left side. “That would be you, Raphael.” “Very good, Little Mouse.” He rewarded her with a kiss, his own greed pressing his tongue deeper to taste the remains of the fruit from her own.

“So impatient, Archduke, ” Haarlep laughed, before the cambion’s lips were pulled unceremoniously away from Tav’s with an irritated hiss. “Wait just a while longer and you might be permitted a proper taste.” Tav could still taste him, lingering heat beginning to grow in her body as she playfully pulled at the restraints. “One bite and a kiss? Is that all?” She grinned, as she could almost hear the expressions the pair made as they turned to her.

“Manners maketh the Mouse .” “Hot or cold, Rat, your choice.” “Is both not an option?” She pushed them a little further with the tongue-in-cheek response, relishing the sharp claws suddenly gripping her chin. “Such an appetite, you should take care not to overeat so soon.” The deep voice accompanying the hold on her face travelled directly from her ear to the heat rising through her body.

“A lecture on greed is a fine thing coming from you, Raphael.” She smirked, missing the little clues that would’ve told her she was wrong. “Guess again, Rat~” Haarlep’s kiss was the confirmation of the mistake, their voice had almost perfectly mimicked Raphael a moment ago but their passion was unequivocally unique. The pressure, the heated taste of aphrodisiac cinnamon, their other hand leaning just hard enough on her shoulder to make a point. “Hot it is, then.” They murmured against her lips before moving away. The sweet poison from their tongue was quick to work, though it found little resistance with the libido that had already risen from the entire evening of teasing so far. She would’ve bemoaned the lack of vision, but the feel of something new radiating heat just before her mouth was too tantalising to refuse. A sweet aroma, and definitely more cinnamon this time.

“Haarlep,” she began, smirking as she felt the hand offering the morsel withdrew just slightly in offence, “it’s hardly fair to have Raphael offer me spiced apple, knowing the scent is just like your own.” She stretched forward to pull the slice from the fork with her teeth, enjoying the softened and sweetened flavours dancing across her tongue with the distant memory of childhood treats and the distinctly more recent memory of the incubus’s kiss. A smug tone returned to Raphael’s voice, one that Tav was all too familiar with. “I told you, the clever Little Mouse thinks she can outfox the cat-” “If the next words out of your mouth are about claws coming down you will be relieved of your privilege to use it.” Haarlep snapped, the sound of their tail slapping the devil’s rear barely muffled by the fine silks covering it. “You have no appreciation for poetry.” He mumbled, already further away from what Tav could tell by following his voice and footsteps.

“I appreciate good poetry just fine,” the incubus replied without hesitation, their next words a whisper in Tav’s ear. “It’s his I take issue with after hearing him practise it for hours on end.” Tav giggled even as Haarlep’s finger pressed to her lips. “Hush for now, Rat, we shall allow him dignity for a little longer. Let us continue the game a while as we were, you’re still hungry for more, are you not” She nodded, casting her mind back to the array of delicacies on the table. It had been a very long time since she was last able to truly indulge her sweet tooth. Travel and cheap living didn’t make many allowances for luxuries and delicate cooking techniques. —

Raphael followed the incubus’s silent directions throughout, feeling far less the dashing date he had at the beginning of the evening. Now was far more like he had been pressed into serving a mere mortal who should, by all rights, be beneath him. It was as infuriating as it was alluring, watching Tav squirm in her seat every time they teased her, seeing the delight in her smile with each taste of something new, feeling the heat rising from her skin every time Haarlep permitted him to get close…

However, their little game had barely begun, and the scant freedoms he had been allowed thus far were never meant to last.

“Sit.” They commanded pointing to the empty table beside his Little Mouse. She tilted her head in an unanswered query, while Haarlep made their preparations. Sitting was almost impossible on the table, the height of which was just awkward enough to keep him perched on the edge with his arms on the table behind him to brace himself. Haarlep, meanwhile, had produced a long metal bar with leather cuffs on the end which were quickly secured to his wrists ensuring his hands would remain spread behind him. His wings had no choice but to fold around his shoulders almost like a shawl, as ridiculous a notion as that was with the balls of his feet balancing on the floor beneath him.

Haarlep gripped Raphael’s horns as they stood in front of him for a moment. He almost snarled into their kiss, but quickly accepted their tongue’s invasion all the same. He barely even noticed the clothes vanishing from his body until their talons dug in with just enough pressure to break the skin on his shoulders. The incubus had the audacity to smirk as they removed the blindfold from Tav and secured it instead as a gag for the devil himself, stilling his tongue with obsidian silk.

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Tav blinked in the candle-light, realising as the cold air crept across her skin that the only one still clothed was Haarlep, their finery now significantly less put together and hanging loose and open at their chest. “Tell me, are you thirsty?” They drew her attention back with the simple question, as Raphael remained silently glowering. “A bit.” She realised as she answered that a drink would not be a terrible idea. “Red or white?” Their smile widened, a hint of sharp teeth betraying the devious edge to their plot. “White, this time.” She replied out of curiosity, wondering what they meant now. “Excellent choice, Rat, though this time perhaps I shall allow you a little of both as you requested earlier.” They paused, pulling a long sash of silk from around their waist. “But first we should sit you a little more comfortably.” For a moment, Tav wondered what they meant, but she didn’t have long to consider it. They freed her arms from the chair’s bindings, only to quickly tie them behind her back with the soft fabric. They pushed the chair, her legs still secured to it, around until she was facing Raphael, close enough to lean forwards and kiss him - although it was not his lips she would be able to reach from that height. “Patience, now - you shall have your taste of him once a suitable accompaniment has been prepared~” Haarlep was clearly enjoying the needy look on both of their faces, the effects of their aphrodisiac barely even necessary for the cambion and his favourite client as he oft called her. They stepped away for a moment before returning with a jug that looked almost comically small in their taloned fingers. “Usually, it would be the cat getting the cream, isn’t the irony delicious?”

Tav quickly cottoned on to the new game as the incubus began to pour a thin trickle of cream along the ridges that started up by Raphael’s ribs, curving down along his torso to his lower abdomen - just in reach of her mouth should she lean forwards. Which is precisely what she did, before the treat could go to waste. The cambion moaned softly through the silk holding his tongue down, preventing the complaint that would have arisen from the cold feeling of the cream that quickly coursed across his heated skin. He could only watch as Tav began to lick along from the lower end of the textured lines of his body, another quiet noise matching hers as she indulged in the treat of being able to use him like her personal serving dish.

Clawed fingers raked gently but firmly across her scalp, pressing her closer against skin that tasted of smoke and cherries, another stream of cool white running in a rivulet along his body as Haarlep wove their fingers through her hair. “Good, Little Thief, take all that you like.” They purred their approval close to her ear, the sound of their low voice sending a pleased shiver up her spine, ending in a low moan from her lips. When their hand left her hair, Tav could hear them moving back across the room as she continued to clean the last of the swiftly heating cream from Raphael’s body, delighting in how she could feel his pulse quicken beneath her tongue. She could easily have turned, taken something else into her mouth, licked along different ridges and tasted something altogether more savoury…but not without permission. She could feel their burning eyes behind her even as she tested her luck with a swift and subtle bite to Raphael’s hip. The cambion whined at the feel of her teeth just grazing his skin, trying in vain to press towards her for more even as her head was pulled back by the incubus’s tight grasp on her hair once more. “Next time, Rat,” they growled in amusement, “bite harder. ”

She watched as they brought another small container closer, the contents steaming this time. It was tilted slowly, her hair still gripped firmly to keep her back, trickling now not down the ridges of Raphael’s body, but along another ridged length that twitched at the sensation with another moan.

“He’s immune to the damage of heat,” Haarlep blew a slightly cooling breath across his tip, the magic within hardening the dark chocolate in an instant, “but he can still feel it.” Tav tried not to laugh as she realised the cambion’s crotch was reminiscent of certain fruits dipped in molten chocolate that were sold in Sharess’s Caress as a lewd treat.

“Well, Rat? I thought you were here to feast.” Their voice reminded her that she was no longer being held, their hands no longer entwined in her hair but instead gesturing to the next course of her personal banquet. “No biting this time, you must melt it.”

The chocolate was cold and hard as her lips wrapped around the tip. She could almost feel frost crystals on the surface, wondering how it might feel to Raphael who was little used to the cold. It was so very tempting to bite, but instead she decided it might be more fun to tease him. Rather than sinking every inch to the back of her throat as she might otherwise have done given the aphrodisiac coursing through her veins, instead she kept to only the tip.

The chocolate melted so achingly slowly on her tongue, it was several minutes before she could even taste the hot skin beneath.

“Very good~” Haarlep purred at her ear, bending close to kiss the pointed tip, moving her hair aside to continue along her neck and shoulder as she kept up the game.

Going just slightly deeper, to the first ridged line, Tav let the heat of her mouth and tongue melt away the hard shell encasing the cambion as he grumbled around his gag, desperately trying to press his hips closer. Meanwhile, Haarlep continued to reward her efforts with a tail sliding up her dress, finding the lack of undergarments the perfect invitation to begin caressing the pooling desire they found between her legs. The incubus seemed to always know what she wanted, and kept it just out of reach just like she was denying Raphael the full sensation he was so desperately whining for above her.

By the time all the chocolate had softened and melted away beneath provocative lips, the hint of another taste was adding to the flavour of his skin, mixing with the last of the treat upon her tongue as she dragged it oh so slowly up and down every ridge. Haarlep was keeping her on the edge, leaning over the precipice but never allowed to fall into bliss, her legs quivering and pulling at the restraints that held her to the chair.

“You need more, Rat, and I will allow you to take it soon.” Haarlep guided her head away from Raphael again, stealing her lips with a searing kiss that took her breath away as the cambion whimpered his disapproval. They laughed as they broke away from the kiss, sliding the chair back and wrapping their tail around Raphael’s base as they sank to their knees in front of Tav. “But first, a reward, for keeping him on his toes so very well~” Tav’s head rolled back the moment she felt the incubus slide their clawed fingers deep inside her, careful not to scratch, but determined for her to feel every motion of their hand. They licked and kissed a line up her inner thigh, holding their wings up and away so Raphael would see their head disappearing beneath the skirt of her dress, so he would not miss her mouth falling open as they finally gave her what she desired. They did not draw it out for long this time, taking only a short time to clean the mess that had been made from her arousal, a few light nips and bites as they reached the top of her leg. The tip of their tongue fluttered and vibrated against the most sensitive tip of her nerves as they added just a gentle sucking motion with their lips to draw out the most lurid moan. The sensations build quickly to a powerful crescendo, the motion of their fingers inside her drawing it out, pressing on through the waves that had her muscles bearing down on their knuckles with force. Behind, where she could not see through the cloud of lust that had her eyes fluttering shut, their tail was stroking the cambion’s length, moistened both by her own desire and the remnants of her saliva still hot on his skin. Had she opened her eyes and looked, she would’ve seen Raphael biting down harder on the silk. He was straining against his own desire to move, a compulsion that was fighting with the need to continue to do as he was bidden to get what he wanted most in the end.

By the time she had come down from the pinnacle of pleasure that Haarlep had risen deep within her core, Tav was breathing heavily, hardly even noticing the additional fingers within her stretching her through the afterglow. When they pulled back, cleaning their fingers with their tongue, she realised how desperately Raphael was glaring at them both. The need, the avarice in his eyes…

“There, you are unbound - for now.” Haarlep’s voice pulled her attention back, as she realised her arms and legs had both been freed, allowing her to sit back a little more comfortably for a moment as she caught her breath properly. “Tell me, Rat, can you climb?” She considered the question, and the odd timing of it, for a brief moment. “About as well as the next person?...” The meaning of their words quickly became more clear, as they pressed small chocolate treats onto the tips of Raphael’s horns. “Then I suggest you find your footholds with care, and steal your prize, Little Thief~” She assessed the cambions towering form more carefully, with a different gaze than the one he gave her. She was relatively tall for an elf, but he was still quite a bit taller even as he was partially reclined against the table. She reached up and took hold of his shoulders, feeling the tension in the muscles just below heated skin, and planted the first of her now-bare feet just above his knee.

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Raphael kept perfectly still, tensing just a little further, as she tested her weight on his thigh. Satisfied it wasn’t going to move, Tav hoisted herself up, her other foot finding a place on the opposite thigh. Her chest wavered at the height of his face as she shifted the grip of her hands carefully, deciding that it would be easier to straighten up and take the liqueurs with her lips instead. It was all he could do not to crane his neck forwards and taste the sweat beading on her chest, a desire made far worse as her hips were at the height of his face when she claimed her prize. With four pieces, it took more than a brief moment. He found himself using his tail to help brace himself on the table, the pain of her heels in his legs both grounding him and arousing further as Haarlep continued to tease at him with their own tail. Even the fabric of the gag bore her scent, though not as strongly as the thighs now almost touching his cheeks as she stretched to claim her last prize. Every fiber of his being wanted to break free from the restraints, take hold of her, turn them both around and slam her back onto the table he was still leaning against. It was maddening to be denied this freedom to take what he wanted, but the denial only tended to increase the pleasure at the end - a fact that made it all the more deliciously infuriating. —

Neither cambion nor elf noticed Haarlep transforming to the feminine form of the Archduchess, nor did either see them stepping around behind Tav waiting for just the right moment- They grinned as she took her last treat from the tip of Raphael’s horn, while below their tail still coiled around him from base to top like the thread of a screw. They waited a few seconds longer for Tav to swallow. Then they wrapped their arms around her hips, lifting her legs from under the knee so she was no longer standing on his thighs. It was the work of one swift motion to part them a little wider, settling them either side of the cambion’s crimson waist, and her up where their tail was mercilessly teasing his tip. —

Tav felt both the ridges of Raphael’s cambion form and the coil of Haarlep’s tail wrapped around it, suddenly understanding why they had taken such care to prepare her. It was almost too much, even with only a little pressing inside for now as the incubus held her, their bare chest - now somewhat softer and rounder than before - pressing against her back through the thin silk of her dress. “Slowly, Little Thief, we will go at your pace.” Their softened voice was soothing, the strength in their arms a comfort as much as they were a restriction holding her over her cambion lover. “As for you,” the next words came a little stronger, directed at Raphael instead, “put your own tail to good use. Unless you would rather I take her from you and only allow you to watch?” Raphael whined around the gag, nodding his assent to the demand, his own tail curling around from behind him to seek an entrance between the incubus’s legs.

Tav pitied him a moment, pulling the gag from between his teeth with one hand before using his horns as a grip to bring his lips to hers.

“Naughty naughty,” Haarlep purred in her ear, “but I should expect no less from our Thief. But perhaps, if you are able to be so bold as to take what you want, you can take more already.” Tav moaned into Raphael’s open mouth, almost biting his tongue as Haarlep pushed her down further onto him. The extra thickness of the tail wrapped along him was a lot to take in, in more ways than one, and it felt so… different . Still, they kept to their word, not going any further until she was ready, carefully letting her body rise and fall in a slow rhythm, adding just a little depth over time. —

Raphael had everything he had wanted and yet nothing he wanted, and none of it even mattered as his entire body was flooded with the sensation. The grip of Haarlep’s tail, the warmth of Tav’s body, the sound of her sweet voice echoing in the back of his throat as she continued to devour his ravenous kiss… Then there was the echo of his own tail thrusting within the incubus, phantom sensations travelling through nerves he did not have, setting his whole body - metaphorically - aflame. Their tail around him prevented some of the friction he craved, missing the feeling of his Little Mouse tightening around him so deliciously as she took everything she was given, almost all of it now. And yet, it also heightened the feeling as they began to move it. —

Tav felt another peak of sheer bliss rush through her body without a chance to draw breath as Haarlep’s tail began to move within her, right as she was completely filled, hips pressing flush to Raphael’s thighs every time the incubus moved her body. It would’ve been too, too intense, but as always they knew exactly what they could do to raise the pinnacle of pleasure through all of them. They soothed her with soft kisses along her shoulder and neck, permitted her to let her hands run freely across all of Raphael’s body, encouraged her to steal his lips time and time again. Their voice spoke hot in her ear, too, praising her, encouraging her, telling her to keep going every time she felt about ready to collapse. By the time the heat grew to the final chorus of their salacious overture, her throat was raw from the moans of pure pleasure, her muscles quivered with the tension- One final keening wail was drawn from her lungs as the cambion and the incubus added their voices to the song of undiluted desire. Her body was a mess. Hair clinging to sweat drenched skin, aching with complete and total satisfaction in every nerve that had lit up in ecstasy. She fell forwards onto Raphael’s chest, his arms wrapping around her the moment Haarlep freed them with a simple unlocking spell. “Little Mouse… You are too bold for your own good.” He sighed against her hair, wings curling around her as Haarlep withdrew their tail from inside, only leaving the devil and his date at the dinner table. “You did so very well, Rat.” They ran their hand softly down her back as they began to walk away. “Where do you think you’re going?” Raphael demanded, keeping his voice low for Tav’s sake as she was still so close to its source and utterly exhausted.

“That was a fine appetiser, Raphael, but had you forgotten you promised several other lonesome clients the pleasure of your company this evening?” Their voice shifted as they talked, marking the transformation back to being a closer mirror to Raphael’s devilish form. “I shall see them in the other rooms, you may tend to your date from here.” His mouth opened as if to argue, but his lips didn’t find the words. It was her voice now that fully swallowed back any disagreement. “Please, just for an hour. I won’t be any trouble, I promise.” She mumbled against his chest, nuzzling into the warmth of his skin.

“You already are , Little Mouse.” He began to carry her towards the pool, keeping her pale frame close against him with tender care. “Lucky for you, I don’t mind a little trouble sometimes.”

---------- ---------- ENDING NOTES ---------- ---------- Well, that was a little delicious and I finally got to focus on those ridges that I adore so much on the cambion body~ they were just ripe to use to pour something down...

Bonus artwork today, by a real artist!

Please do give a lot of love to @littleprincepaladin for these beautiful drawings~

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im reblogging this again because i need to inflict this on people and because I WAS THE ONE WHO SENT HER THE CONFESSION. im still screeching. STILL.

Devil Gets His Due - Dom Bottom Raphael

My deepest apologies if I have posted this before, however I couldn't find it and it is on AO3, and I believe it should make its way here too~ This was inspired by one of the dirty BG3 confessions that I found to be most inspirational~

"Confession: I want to service a power bottom Raphael telling me exactly how he likes it, instructing every detail, where getting the slightest thing wrong or taking too long leads to being punished..."

So...that's exactly what I went for. Smut below the cut darlings, CW and tags for collar and leash, power play, commands, degradation, light bondage, tail whipping.

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“I may have dubbed you Mouse, but I had not taken you for timid.” Raphael was growing impatient already, a growl creeping in to his voice as he fixed the collar around the other man’s neck. The word “Tav” glowed with infernal fire in the engraving. “There, now perhaps you will learn to listen to your master.”

Green eyes regarded the fire within the pupils of the devil’s own with only a little more hesitation. “You are absolutely sure? I had thought, well, I don’t know what I thought when you dragged me in here to be honest…”

“Stop thinking, Little Mouse, and start acting.” Raphael huffed, running his hand along his favourite client’s jaw and pressing a finger to his lips. “Start with these, and the insolent tongue behind them.”

With that, the human form of the cambion turned away leaning over his desk and spreading his legs slightly to expose himself. Tav swallowed hard and sank to his knees.

“You have full permission to touch me. Show your Master exactly how much you appreciate this rare opportunity.” His voice kept the balance between threat and seduction, as it often did, the edge of a growl and a purr rolling his words with those same shifting tides.

Tav finally found a little courage, running his hands up Raphael’s legs to his hips, sliding around to hold his rear. Somehow, even here the devil carried the strong scent - and taste - of cherries.

“More, you pitiful fool. Do you think me so weak as I cannot take the length of a mortal tongue? I can hardly feel you.” He continued to berate Tav, even as his tongue was buried deep inside. “Use your hands. Else I will remove your ability to do so.”

Tav slid his hands around and underneath Raphael, finally earning the hint of a moan, still working tirelessly to pleasure him as instructed. It was…not what they had expected, but they could hardly complain. Feeling his legs quiver just slightly was more than he had dreamed of…

“Not enough, Mouse. You need teaching, it seems.” Raphael reached back and grabbed Tav by the hair, pulling him back. “Perhaps you would do better with the devil you know best.”

A flash of infernal flame surrounded the cambion’s human form as Tav stumbled backwards from where he had been kneeling, landing on the ground where he could only look up at the devil’s form changing.

Wicked horns curled up into a crown atop hair that grew just slightly longer. Indeed his whole body took on a deep crimson hue, now a fair amount taller and marginally more muscular, huge wings spreading like a regal cloak behind him as a vicious tail whipped the floor behind him. “There. Is this more to your liking?” The devil glared down at his prey with eyes that blazed full of fire now. “I see that it is… Now, take this, and show me what you are actually capable of.”

Tav caught the small bottle of oil tossed over to him, quickly unstoppering it as Raphael returned to his position over the desk.

He didn’t take long to spread the oil over himself, allowing more onto his fingers to test the cambion’s endurance as soon as he was on his feet. It seemed there would be no allowance for hesitation, as the wicked tail swung in a wide arc and whipped Tav’s back, the hot sting of pain making him cry out.

“Oh how the Mouse likes to squeak when the trap snaps - do not waste my time any longer. You have already forsaken the use of your hands now. Give them to me.” Raphael’s command was accompanied by his tail wrapping around one of Tav’s wrists, pulling it around so he was embracing the cambion in a mockery of a lover.

Obediently, Tav brought his other arm around, earning only a slight noise from the cambion as he was now buried deep within him. Tav’s own moan at feeling the tight grip of the devil was loader, earning even more of a disapproving tut from beneath him.

“You are far too easy to please.” Raphael quickly bound his wrists in cuffs, keeping him secured atop the devil who bucked his hips back to draw another groan from the man above. “Now. Move. And do not insult me, if I do not feel this desk begin to break then you are not going to come close to satisfying my needs.”

Tav tried an experimental thrust, but was quickly met with another tail-whip to his rear. “I’m trying, but in this position-”

“Excuses, Little Mouse, do not suit you. Again. Harder.” The cambion was becoming ever more demanding, even as Tav tried to set a pace that would have had most of his former partners asking for mercy, room to breathe, whereas Raphael barely reacted at all.

“Fuck-” Tav felt the pressure building already. The devil was impossibly tight, gripping him, pulling him in every time he drew back, and the strike of his tail was ever more arousing as hot pain spread to burning lust lighting up every nerve.

“That is the idea. Perhaps I should call my personal incubus before I am bored to tears beneath you.” Despite his words, Tav could feel him reacting as he shifted angle slightly, finally hitting just the right spot to make the devil moan for just a moment before he regained his composure.

“Hold on, your personal what now?” Tav paused, for just a moment too long it seemed.

“And there goes that useless tongue of yours.” Raphael’s hand snapped in the air, a gag appearing in Tav’s mouth and preventing any further talking. A blindfold took his sight next. “Perhaps you should feel the heat of the hells if you are to pleasure me properly.”

The lack of the whipping tail was making Tav nervous, even as he continued to thrust his hips, almost bruising himself against the cambion with the force of his motions. He was soon to discover, however, that the devil’s threat of “heat” was not an idle one.

Raphael’s tail held the candle remarkably still as he was beginning to feel the efforts of his prey finally beginning to pay off, hitting deep inside him just how he had been desperate to feel it all day...all week…ever since he had met the strange adventurer and become enamoured with his tenacity. Not that he would ever tell him that. No, even bent over a desk being fucked mercilessly, the devil still held his infernal pride. So he would not beg for what he wanted, he would demand it.

Tav moaned loudly as the first splash of molten wax hit his back, by reflex his hips slammed forward as his back tried to straighten, a vain attempt to get away from the fiend he was bound to. Instead, his hands ached with the strain against the rope.

The next drops hit and trickled down his spine wickedly before cooling solid, painting him with the very colour of pain. The burn only last a moment, but with his senses blocked and his body bound, it was like feeling the hells themselves being poured onto his skin. Each fresh searing splash brought forth a new moan from him as he sank his face against the back of Raphael’s neck. “Good, good-” Finally his words were beginning to betray the building of pleasure, as more instructions followed. “Let me hear you, speak my name without a voice, call out so the whole of my house can hear just how much you love filling me, Little Mouse. Give me everything I ask of you and earn your reward.”

Tav could only obey, his body moving relentlessly and almost automated. The burn of the wax at first brought him back from the precipice, but the more he felt it like fire kissing his bare flesh the more he felt the pressure rise.

Raphael was beginning to come just slightly undone, the slight ragged edge to his breathing, the quiet moan barely audible over Tav’s own voice. But more telling was how he tightened, how the base of his wings quivered beneath Tav’s chest-

Tav smiled around the gag, biting down just hard enough to hold himself back so the devil was the first to release, following only moments later to drive the cambion’s climax through relentless overstimulation, almost pushing himself too far before his body went limp from the exertion.

“That-” Raphael muttered between gasping breaths, “-was thoroughly acceptable.” He released the bonds on Tav with a quick gesture, but rather than demanding he remove himself, instead he wrapped his tail around the man’s hips, holding him still a while longer.

“Acceptable?” Tav turned the word over in his mind before continuing. “I suppose that’s high praise from you.”

“It is indeed~” A very familiar voice called across the room from behind the pair, a more musical lilt to Raphael’s usual tone. “Now, do you mind telling me why you are buried deep within my favourite toy?”

--- END --- Honestly if anyone wanted to take this idea a little further for a full chapter work, be my guest darlings I have too many WIPs in my backlog to devote time to another of these for now.

PS - Hello, Little Prince, do go and get some water now darling and know I will cook very specifically for you as soon as I'm caught up~

#lia im eating your fucking writing #i am forever plagued

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