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It all happened so quickly and you were still reeling. A mere moment ago– bandits had you cornered on the edge of Rivington. A rush of heat greeted your face as one of them threw a fire bolt. It made its way towards you— then, in a flash, all noise was silenced yet. The heat you felt before was still present but heightened. You blinked momentarily then realized– you were now in Avernus, in the middle of somewhere .
You let out a disgruntled sigh. “Hello, Raphael.”
A devilish laugh bounced off the walls in the House of Hope. Among the table full of delicacies, sat the horned bastard himself– Your patron, Raphael, with a proud grin plastered on his face. “Ah, the apple of my eye. My sweet pet, back home at last!” He welcomed as he swirled the wine in his glass. This wasn’t unusual for him, as he’s pretty keen on either making an appearance in your camp or forcing you to greet him in his humble abode. However, you were understandably, not in the mood to play the submissive warlock right now. “Couldn’t whatever you wanted have waited like… two ticks!? I’m kind of in the middle of something!”
While his grin dissipated, his confidence didn’t seem shaken– with a raised eyebrow, he clicked his tongue. “Such a tone. Is that any way to speak to me, my dear?” He stood from the table and approached you. He slowly raised his arm— his hand clasped into a fist and suddenly yanked back. You felt a tight sensation around your throat as your body was dragged forward.
You were now chest to chest, forced to look as he stared down at you— like a beast eyeing his new meal. “As to give an answer to your previous inquiry, I’m afraid it couldn’t. I require a… specific expertise.” He chuckled. The grip on your neck disappeared as his hand came down. You rolled your head to relieve the discomfort. “And what could that be?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.
He was silenced— a smirk was your only reply. A reply you could easily translate. “You can’t be serious…”
You were being rhetorical and knew he was serious, nor were you happy with it.
“You called me, putting my companions’ lives in danger, just so you could get your rocks off!?” You snapped. “What a barbaric description! A night of entertainment is all I request, and my lovely pet, you always provide. Don’t you~?” He said as his sharp nails gently brushed your cheek.
You tried to ignore the chill that went down your spine and rolled your eyes. You shouldn’t be shocked by this, it isn’t the first time he had the audacity to pull you away for what’s essentially a booty call. And it wasn’t as if you weren’t consenting, some rowdy fun could be a nice distraction, even if it was with a complete pillow princess like Raphael. However, your team was your top priority.
“Fine… but only if you send my friends back to camp and out of danger.”
He grinned and with a snap of a finger, it was done. You didn’t have any confirmation, but to give credit where it’s due, he wasn’t the type to go back on his word. “Now with the rabble out of the way— I have plans for us, my decadent morsel. Plans that I’m sure will pique your interests.” He murmured and he held his arm for you.
“And by that, do you mean you have a new toy you want to test out?” You questioned as you took his invitation. He guided you to the bedroom with a hum. “Let’s not spoil the surprise, hmm?”
It was indeed a toy. A strap-on, to be more specific. This was new territory— as sex with you two consisted of you riding him for two minutes while he laid back and enjoyed the show. It got the job done but wasn’t as exciting as you hoped it would be with a devil. You were curious to see how this would pan out.
You clipped the straps around your waist— you were both naked and on his soft bed, ready to make a mess of his stainless satin sheets. “You sure you’re up for this?” You asked as you slathered some slave on the plastic rod. “I’m touched by your consideration, precious.” He purred— you tried your best not to scoff. “Besides, what good is pleasure without a blend of pain? I trust you’ll make this worth the experimentation.”
You tittered. “Don’t put too much pressure on me.”
Your hands rested on his waist as he laid back. The cold sensation of the rod against his entrance caused a sigh to escape the lord’s mouth. You assumed he was expecting the usual— slow and sensual to waste your time then off you go back to camp as if nothing happened. Oh no, not this time, you thought. You weren’t sure what it was that gave you a sudden boost of confidence, but you wanted to absolutely ruin this man— and you didn’t care about the potential consequences.
You pressed the tip against his hole and, without any warning, pushed yourself in. You grabbed his legs as they hung over your arms— you had a perfect view of his face, and it was priceless.
“What are you—!?”
Your hips were now flushed against his thighs. His gasp caused a smirk to cross your face, a much better sound than his obnoxious ramblings. “I can’t disappoint my patron, now can I?” You teased. “You arrogant little—!”
His words melted into a moan as you started thrusting. His cock twitched with every push— a delicious sight that made you bite your lip. You were in complete control of his body— the quicker you moved, the tighter he gripped the sheets. The trickster demon, the devil that plays in riddles and rhymes, was nothing more than a moaning mess all because of you. You could get used to this…~
His right leg fell on the bed as you moved your arm forward. You gripped his cock with a snug squeeze and stroked him in time with your thrusts. His moans echoed in the room as it filled the House of Hope with Raphael’s wanton noises. Your gaze couldn’t leave his dick, which now dripped in pre-cum. You couldn’t help but snort— Harleep was right, he could never last long in bed. You were fine with that, though. You wanted to see just how hard he could fall.
“Cum for me, my love. Let all of Avernus know of our passion— let them know your mortal lover has made you into their slut…!”
Abruptly, he grabbed your waist and kept you close. His cries sounded like music to your ears as he came all over his chest and your hand. The sharp nails that dug into your backside should have bothered you, but they didn’t— you simply took your hand away and licked up all his juices. You pulled the strap on out as the devil’s body finally relaxed. He breathed deeply through his nose before speaking— “Well… I…”
You couldn’t help but grin— for once, he was the one lost for words. That’s definitely something you could brag about later. “I assume I performed well?” You taunted. His hands moved up your body— his claws grazed your skin deliciously. You couldn’t help but moan at the sensation. “Beautifully so, pet. You have quite the way with words.”
You crawled up his body— once you reached his face, he pressed his lips against yours. His hands continued to caress your body greedily. You weren’t used to this kind of affection from Raphael, but you sure as hells weren’t complaining. “I wonder what beautiful hymn I could make you sing for me.”
You could feel him try to guide you further up his body. If he wanted to do what you think he wanted to… the idea alone turned you on. Without a word, you pushed yourself upward until your hands gripped the bed frame and you hovered over his face.
“Come to me, my piquant little sin.”