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Your body ached, held in the bindings, feeling the heat of the devil above you and the growl that travelled straight from his lips to your ear and down to your core where the other heat of lust continued to grow to impossible temperatures.
Raphael denied you still, watching your gaze drop to where his hand curled around his length. “I believe you told the incubus that you wanted me undiluted and raw,” his smile widened dangerously. “Bold, Little Mouse, and foolish to be unprepared.”
A slight sigh of relief left you as you noticed the small bottle that his tail carried to his hand, glistening liquid trickling over his fingertips that were soon ripping your undergarments into mere scraps of the silk they had once been before you felt the warmth of his touch where you wanted it most.
“Such fragile creatures you mortals are, see how quickly you begin to struggle in the trap that you made for yourself?” Raphael teased with the lightest trace of the oil sliding over your skin, drawing circles around your entrance as he continued to hold your gaze with blazing eyes.
Anticipation curled deeper through you, and though your body had felt the echoes of foreplay you had remained, thus far, untouched in the more literal physical sense in this room. Just like when you’d lain with Haarlep, you knew it wouldn’t be wise to push him to take you without any preparation first.
But you did want that.
For him to take you.
And he knew it too…
You bit your lip without thinking, wondering if he would grant you a kiss, if it would carry the same lie of passion, the same taste of hellish desire…
“Tell me, Mouse, what thoughts are running through that tadpole-riddled head of yours? Do you wish you were with the incubus again? Or perhaps that you had chosen more wisely and refused their advances?” He was setting another trap for you, but there didn’t seem to be any way to escape it, or the way his wings raised and folded to close in around you like a prison. “Speak, I will hear your answer.”
“I… I don’t think this is a trap,” you attempted to find a way out regardless, earning a quirked eyebrow that told you to continue. “A trap implies something I would wish to escape, and I don’t want to leave.”
He remained silent, the tip of one finger dipping inside you with short and brief motions between his endless teasing and denial.
Emboldened by his lack of rebuttal, you took a deep breath and looked deep into his eyes with an unblinking gaze. “And though I know that visiting Haarlep was a mistake…if it lead me here, I don’t regret it.”
“Clever, Little Mouse – but we will see how long that bravery lasts.” Raphael smiled, descending towards you yet veering away from your lips that ached to feel his kiss. Instead another bite was sucked harshly against your neck, directly on top of the first that still ached.
A whimper escaped your lips, the sharp pain drawing exactly the reaction he wanted as you heard the sinister laugh at your ear.
“I felt that, Mouse,” he licked the mark, applying enough pressure with his tongue for you to feel another stinging ache, “how wonderfully you quiver around my fingers. And it seems my voice is affecting you too, is it not?”
He knew. He had to know. Your whole body shivered as he continued to talk, teasing you with another finger beginning to open you to his desires.
“Is something the matter? Has the cat got your tongue?” More taunting, and his voice somehow becoming more rich and velvety as he used everything to his advantage. “I wonder, did the Harlot talk to you in such a manner?”
“N…no…” Your reply came stuttered, each syllable tickling your ear, vibrations traveling through your body like electricity. It was almost embarrassing that he knew how much he was affecting you, even his fingers changing their motions as he spoke in ever more seductive tones.
“Of course they wouldn’t – you see, Little Mouse, that is the difference between a pale imitation and the real deal. An echo can never hold the true tone, nor can a reflection properly show you all that you wish to see.” He moved back a little, gazing directly into your eyes, the fire within looking brighter, more dangerous. “The silver of the mirror is a distortion, imperfect.”
The memory of how Haarlep had lain with you tickled the back of your mind, how they had not spent such efforts to prepare you, how they had used their power to bring you pleasure rather than the way Raphael was reading your every gasp…
“You are beginning to understand, I see,” the cambion smiled his most devilish grin, “can you take another, I wonder?”
A third finger began to push into your body, drawing a louder moan as your mouth opened in some mixture of shock and pleasure.
“You need not speak any longer, I shall indulge my ears instead with these delightful squeaks of yours.” Raphael thrust harder with his hand, descending to bite another mark, though this time along your collarbone. “Patience, my Mouse, soon I will feel your reactions in more than just my fingers. And I know you will not disappoint me.”
The threat made you tighten around him, which in turn intensified the feeling of his fingers slowly fucking you open, your wrists pulling at the restraints with a louder cry at the harsh bite.
“Very good… I will hear you, and you will not dare to hold back your voice from me tonight. With every mark, and every sweet scream, all will know that you,” he bit again, slowing his hand motion to firm thrusts that punctuated each word, “belong,” another thrust, “to me.”
You came undone beneath him, unable to resist the power in his words that hummed through your very soul, pleasure cascading over you in waves that left you quivering around his fingers.
“One.” Raphael stated as simply as if he were counting books upon a shelf, or perhaps scrolls containing contracts for souls even more foolish than your own. “I will have more from you than this, Mouse. My name will be the only one upon your precious tongue, and I shall keep a ledger of your pleasures such that they will be repaid in kind.”
Barely able to control your breaths, you could only gaze up at him, whining slightly as he withdrew his hand from your body. The emptiness was unbearable, your hips trying to push upwards to meet him, to seek what you wanted…but a firm grip pushed you back down.
“So impatient,” his fingers drummed on your other hip, his own impatience beginning to show as it was clear when you glanced down that he was more than ready to take you.
“R…Raphael?” You found your voice by sheer desperation, almost ready to beg again but finding the words was far too difficult with the heat of arousal stifling already.
“Undiluted and raw, Little Mouse – this is your last chance to change your mind on that matter. I will not be plying you with the liar’s affection that the incubus delivers, you will get what you are given, and I will take what I want. Do you understand?”
Silently, you nodded. It should have been terrifying, your mind and body should have been screaming at you to break free and run without ever looking back…but you wanted the truth from him. The honesty of the greed that sparkled in his eyes.
“Then prepare yourself. I do not intend to show you mercy.” Without another word, Raphael slammed inside you.
The pressure of him was intense, ridges along his length rough against your walls, a ragged moan stuttering in your throat at the half-ruined orgasm from him reaching full depth then staying perfectly motionless within you.
“Two,” he counted it anyway, glancing down to where your bodies met. “Now still yourself – submit, and remember to whom you belong.”
Legs shaking, you nodded again – he had control, your arms were firmly bound, and his thighs pushed against yours preventing you from resisting in any other ways. Not that you wanted to, but having the very option snatched away only added to the heat that threatened to burn you from the inside out if you let it.
He withdrew slowly, transfixed on the way your expression changed.
You bit your lip.
He paused.
You gasped and he thrust back to full depth with a low growl that made your back arch towards him.
“Mortals can be such fragile things, so simple to toy with, so easy to break,” Raphael began to move at a more even pace, slowly but deliberately pulling out before filling you again, “but you… You have neither bent nor broken.”
Was he…proud of you? Some days you were no longer sure if it was your wits or pure luck that kept your heart beating, but right now his smile was what made it beat ever faster. Powerful, dangerous…
Something in the devil’s expression changed, the motions of his hips quickening, a deep growl rumbling through him like thunder as his tail whipped down on your thigh with lightning speed and precision. “You will not break, Mouse. Not unless I give you permission.”
It was all you could do to hold on, pulling at your restraints just to keep yourself grounded as Raphael fucked you harder and faster, each passing second deepening the lines on his face as he gave himself over to his own needs and desires, taking you, using you—
He roared and bit down upon your shoulder, a hot pulsing feeling like it stretched your walls even more as a rush of lust poured out in waves. The pain and pleasure weren’t quite enough to tip you over the edge, your orgasm almost cresting with him but withheld as he stilled himself.
Several long moments passed before Raphael looked up from the fresh mark he had left upon your shoulder, but he did not pull out. In fact, it seemed his desires had not cooled in the slightest.
“One for me,” he licked a drop of your blood from his lips. “Oh my sweet Little Mouse, you didn’t think that was all, did you?”
A quiet moan resounded in your throat as he began to move again already, lust overflowing hot against your thighs, his kiss stealing your voice from your tongue with renewed avarice.
The devil was made of greed, claiming you, devouring you, inscribing his name into every breath he took from your lungs. “Three,” Raphael growled, biting your lip as he rode out your climax without breaking his stride. “More to your debt.”
There was no warning before the bindings around your wrists released, your body flipped in his grip as if you were little more than the cambion’s plaything. He twisted your head on the pillow to seize your lips even as his arm encircled your waist to lift you into position.
Raphael pinned your arms with one large hand, the other curled beneath you both as a ballast for his fervent thrusts and to draw out further pleasures with skilled fingers. His tail coiled around your legs, keeping them tightly together, the slender tip twitching and quivering with the intensity of his desire.
If he had any patience before, it had long since burned up and evaporated in the heat of the moment. He relinquished his kiss only to bite down on the back of your neck as he filled you for a second time, this time bringing your climax to the fore along with him as you writhed desperately in his grasp.
“Two, and four,” he slowed to whisper in your ear, the hand beneath you dragging overstimulation to the brink of agony before relenting to a teasingly soft caress that made you whimper into the pillow. “How many before you cry for mercy, I wonder? Do not assume I will run out of power before then. I assure you, my very favourite client, that after countless centuries with an incubus in my bed, a mere mortal poses no challenge.”
You couldn’t decide if his words were a threat or a promise, but quickly decided it was more than likely both. “I…I won’t break,” you forced the words from a throat that was already becoming hoarse. “You said…not unless you allow it. So I won’t break.”
“Such bravado, clever Little Mouse – you would do well to continue such obedience.” He thrust sharply into you again, the slap of skin on skin ringing in your ears as the devil proved that mercy was not his intention.
Not that you would have asked for mercy. If it weren’t for the heat of his messy kiss stealing your tongue, and the force with which he fucked into you again, you might have considered asking for more.
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“Six, and nine for the nine hells my greedy Mouse has endured,” Raphael had stayed true to his word, filling you over and over, relentlessly dragging the pleasure from every nerve in your body.
It had been…you had no idea how many hours. If it weren’t for his insistence on counting, you would also have lost track of the orgasms that left your body quivering and limp in his arms.
Truly becoming little more than a plaything, your legs were wrapped around his hips, your face buried against his shoulder as he lifted you up and down, full and empty and full and—
“Raphael,” you moaned, muffled as he bounced you on his lap, arms and wings surrounding you in a crimson embrace.
Another rush of heat pumped into you, the throbbing of his pleasure bringing more whimpers of his name from your lips, greed deafening him to your words and what would have counted as a half on your side of the tally. “Seven times I have filled you, my Mouse,” Raphael’s fingers curled through your hair, pulling your head back from his shoulder to gaze into his eyes. “Tell me, then – who is it who is the true master of your pleasures?”
“Raphael,” you whispered, leaning towards the brief hint of a softer touch against your cheek.
“Whose name will you call out into the night as I finally break you one last time?”
“Raphael,” you whined, his tail flicking between your legs with an almost electric touch.
“To whom do you belong?”
“Raphael…”
Satisfied by your responses, he laid back on the bed, holding you over him, thrusting up into you as his claws raked over your hips. As exhausted as you were, the demand was clear – you were to be the instrument of your final downfall.
Much as you had been the moment you stepped foot into this room. Or the moment you put on the outfit he sent you, now ruined and torn on the floor. Or was your fate sealed from the first time you had laid eyes upon the devil’s handsome face?
His hair remained somehow mostly in place, wings splayed out behind him on the bed, his gaze fixed on every movement you made. You marvelled at how much of your chest his hand covered as his palm pressed over your heart, a brief but doubtless limited rush of energy reinvigorating you from the infernal magic he granted you.
You shifted your legs, bracing your hands on Raphael’s waist as you took over from him as best as you could. Muscles screamed their protest unheard, impossible arousal pushing you well beyond your limits as you rose and fell in a steady pace.
Perhaps by now you should have been numb, but the friction of perfect ridges continued to wring out every last second of pleasure from your body in exquisite bliss. Tension was already building again, your mind blank aside from the single and desperate need to write this night into your memories.
To etch the portrait of his expression into your dreams, so you would never forget the look on his face as you were the one to tip him over the edge.
This time you could see it – the flames in his eyes blazing brighter, his lips falling open with a low moan, the composure of his expression melting with the stutter of hips that kept him deep inside you as your orgasm crested one last time.
Hells, you were so full… You didn’t even realise that you had been repeating his name in a breathless prayer, your nails leaving brief marks on his crimson flesh that seemed to heal before it could even bleed, your bodies both covered in the evidence of shared passions.
Strength faded from your limbs, toppling forward onto his chest…where he caught you in his arms, wings folding in around you as he stroked your hair with a surprising tenderness.
“Now, Little Mouse, you may break.” Raphael held you closer, caring little for the aftermath of pleasure that grew cool in the air. And still, you were whispering his name, over and over, as if there was nothing else left in your mind or body beside Raphael. “Of course, once you are mended, you still owe me.”
You could hear the sinister smile in his voice, even as a brief wave of his hand teleported you into the room’s bath – a far cry from his healing pool, but warm and welcome nonetheless. “Ra…Raphael?” Still nothing but his name, though this time it came with a question.
“How should I have you repay me for my generosity, hmm?” He drummed his fingers lightly along your back, his tail subtly wrapping beneath your knees to bring your body to curl against his chest as he reclined in the scented waters. “Should you spend a few hours bound and kneeling beneath my desk? Or perhaps I could keep you upon my lap, much like this, the perfect trophy to display whilst I conduct my meetings?”
The rumble of his voice was somehow soothing, despite the far less relaxing implications of his words… But would that be so bad? To let yourself become the devil’s plaything for a few hours, to let him toy with you until he was satisfied?
“Ah, I could bring you back to Avernus for a time – you would make quite the work of art suspended from gold-woven ropes, waiting, wanting, until I finally grace you with my touch… Would you like that, my Mouse? To truly be caught within the cat’s claws?” One crimson finger lifted your chin to face him, his thumb tracing idly along your lips in thought. “I will not force an answer from you – I have my laws, you understand.”
Without thinking, you kissed his thumb. Again and again, you covered each finger in these little affections, hardly deserved by a devil but…but… “What are the terms?” You finally found words beyond his name, beyond the desire to remain floating in the afterglow.
A contract appeared in the air beside you, suspended by the same magic that brought a quill beside it with another swirl of fire. “A trade. I will not ask that which you do not wish to give, and I swear I shall remain bound to every word upon this page should you sign it.” Raphael’s expression looked sincere as you turned to face him directly, struggling not to reach for the quill before knowing the terms. “We have already agreed upon one such trade – the Crown of Karsus for my Orphic Hammer. And this? A far simpler contract.”
You searched his face for any sign of deception, finding again only honesty written on his brow. Of course he had to be hiding something, the whole truth was rarely favoured when just a part of it would do, but…
“Your soul, my sweet Little Mouse,” he smiled with saccharine praise, “what I wish to keep is your eternal soul, and in exchange you may have me, like tonight, whenever you wish so long as it is within my power to fulfil such a request.”
Wait…was…was Raphael really offering you sex on demand, whilst also giving you a place in Avernus after your mortal days were numbered? You squinted at the page, trying to find the part where he benefitted and you lost.
“This is what you wanted, is it not? The real deal.” Fire danced around his fingertips as he brought the quill to your trembling fingers. “Just a simple signature, and your future is assured.”
Perhaps this was his plan all along – to make you weak and desperate, to lure you close with pleasure until your body and soul craved just one more touch, your body quivering from a simple kiss to the edge of your ear as you turned to look at the contract once more… But… What did it matter whose plan it was?
You had wanted him for so long, believing the whole time that his act was nothing but that – an act to seduce you to his side – and yet… Raphael’s greed for you had felt genuine, at least. Your body ached from it still, the exquisite feeling of being completely filled by the devil’s own desires – and surely that couldn’t be a lie either. Fiend he might be, but the cambion was no incubus whose body was almost built out of deception and seduction entwined into a dangerous snare.
Your name poured onto the page with ink that glowed with the power, soft praise sealing your fate with a pleased shiver.
“Very good, my Mouse,” Raphael took the quill back from your fingers, kissing the back of your knuckles. “You will not regret this. But make no mistake, from this point on…”
The contract vanished, his hand cradling the back of your head as he brought your gaze to meet the fresh intensity in his eyes.
“From this day forwards, until the very end of time itself,” he smiled wider than ever, “you belong to me.”