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Putting this here while I edit ch 11.

Haunt Me ch 10 smut snippet

AO3 link - here

Rating: 18+ || Minors DNI

Pairing: Raphael / F!Tav / Haarlep [Haunt Me verse BS]

Warnings: dom/sub undertones | slipping into bad dom | edging | blood kink |makeshift gags | anal | double penetration

Full warning/tags on AO3 - snippet in undercut

(its long and I'm not sure how detailed I can get on this site so the whole thing is on ao3)

“I want to make it better…” Tav managed the words one at a time, in between brutal kisses.

Haarlep rasped a deep chuckle. Dark and deliciously twisted. The echoes of which settled along Tav’s veins like embers. “Oh, you will make it better – you both will.” A sharp loaded look at Raphael. Another nip along her neck. “I will take your repentance with submission, precious.”

“Of course, you will.” Raphael scoffed to their side in relief. His timbre dropping an octaval, husky with his own lust.

Tav wiggled out of Haarlep’s grasp. Landing on the balls of her feet, one hand fell against the edge of the bed to support herself. Her other pressed against Haarlep to shove them back a step and give her enough room to kneel.

This was…not something she did often – the act never demanded or pushed by either of her lovers. At one point in time, it was an act she rather enjoyed. Had given her satisfaction as she drew out pleasure from her partners. Something Astarion had spoiled for her. The ptsd it induced was involuntary…but in this moment Tav wanted to try – another mark expunged from her record of trauma.

Raphael and Haarlep both tensed at the action. Suddenly strung tight, like they expected her to break just from falling to her knees before them – sexual or otherwise.

Haarlep’s hand wound in her hair. Hesitation forefront in their gaze.

Their concern warmed Tav; made her feel safe in her decision to resume this particular position. It was not oral she was opposed to, so much as the kneeling. She wanted to do this, show this to them and bring pleasure to them as they did her.

“Little mouse…”

“Tav –“ Haarlep inquired. “This is not the type of submission I intended. We are aware... “ They would not voice it; neither would Raphael.

“I am sure – let me do this.”

“Any hint of a lapse  – “

“I know.” Her response was petulant – she did not want a reminder. She wanted to trust; to please; show them she was theirs in every sense.

Tav situated herself on her knees. Raphael’s baroque carpets cushioned her bones from the hard marble. One hand gripped the base of Haarlep’s cock while the other fell against the upper part of their thigh.

Their tangled grip in her hair tightened.

Raphael’s chest rattled a warning with his deep growl.

It only took a second – Tav did not even know what happened, did not intend for it to happen. The tremble in her fingers was completely involuntary; but it was enough for her fiends.

“Nope.” Haarlep stopped her. Swooped her up over their shoulder – unnecessarily –  and tossed her onto the bed. “There are other ways to do this, if you are so determined.” The sudden sense of vertigo chased the tremble from her fingers. Haarlep did not give her time to dwell on the small set back. Instead, they managed her as easily as if she were some doll. Positioned her so her head hung off the edge of the bed. Body splayed out, on her back, across the mattress.

Oh.

Tav was a bit irritated, she had not thought of this before. The new height put her at a much better position for access and control.

Happy with the new arrangement; Haarlep sunk down. Knees bent in a crouch; their hands brushed along the waves of hair cascading towards the floor. Glamoured eyes discreetly looking over her to Raphael, positioned on the opposite side of the bed. Tav felt the mattress dip under the weight of her cambion as he made himself comfortable by her ankles.

“I will have your submission, little dove.” Haarlep tipped their head to the side, hellish gold meeting the ruby of her own. “Your pain – that type – will not bring me pleasure.” They paused as if to collect themselves. “This is the only time tonight I will ask – “ Tav felt herself grow slick – arousal pooling low and deep. Raphael actions softened the severity of Haarlep’s tone. His fingers tickling senseless patterns up the inside of her calves, as they checked in on her. “Are you ok to continue?” Haarlep asked tightly.

“Yes.” Tav could see the restraint through the vestigial betrayal and ire. They were asking for consent, even after their unspoken threats. Foregoing their own desires, again, to make sure she was sound.

It was a kindness she had not been used to but should expect from them by now – it still shocked her. Their gesture kindled warmth where once there was only a void of algid despair.

Haarlep nodded once, fingers twirled within her loose curls, tugging gently.

“Does this position work for what you wanted?” Their question would be the final inquiry to her state of mind.

“Yes.” There was no hint of apprehension or doubt. The darkness of trauma could not reach her here – surprising enough.

“Then we will start here.” Haarlep struck, surprisingly soft lips slanted over her own in a lewd kiss. In turn, Raphael’s hand gripped her ankle. The firm grip pressed up, until the soft velvet tickled the sole of her foot. He encouraged her to bend her knees as sharp fangs nipped the inside of her opposite calf.

“I will be the only God you beseech tonight – sweet little thief.” Haarlep let the feral need bleed back into their gaze. Golden hues glimmered in a sea of black abyss – decorated with tiny shimmering flecks of red, like flames, Tav only just observed.

Haarlep stood.

Tav took initiative.

She lavished her hand from palm to fingertips in a way that drew near silent groans from both her fiends. Her spit acted as makeshift lube to pump Haarlep once, then twice. She wiggled back just a touch, so her head was at a better angle. Her tongue came out to swipe fully against their slit.

Haarlep’s cock bobbed at the sensation. Clawed hands fell against the bed to either side of her ribcage; their form curling over her, wings flicking out.

One of Tav’s hands gripped their hip; fingers pet along infernally decorated flesh. The other wrapped around their base, gripping the weight of them in her hand. The space between the tips of her finger and thumb gave her pause, their girth had always been intimidating. Tav was eager but knew they were too well endowed to just dive in. It would be best to ease into a full deep throat. This current angle, while better, was new to her and would take some getting used to. She mentally reminded herself that patience always paid off more in the long run when it came to sex.

Tav guided Haarlep to her lips. Tongue swirled around the head of their cock then pressed intently against the vein along the underside of them, before taking them into her mouth. The ribbed texture paired with the faded scent of cherry, and vaguely smoky salt of their skin gave an erotic flare to the act.

Raphael groaned in tandem with his incubus – Tav almost forgot Haarlep’s experience would mirror onto their master. Tav’s thighs instinctually pressed together around Raphael. The thrum of her own pleasure at the realization, made a darker part of herself tingle with her own sense authority.

Raphael’s attractive moan was cut off. The devilish purr muffled in a way that caused Tav to pull away to glance up at the pair.

Haarlep’s hand found one of Raphael’s horns. Their master had shifted to his cambion skin at some point during their spat. The sight alone was hot – enough that it encouraged Tav to continue. The visual of a slightly younger visage of Raphael making out with himself; now perfectly aged, did very damning things to Tav.

With the image burned into her mind, she went back to work. This time, pulling Haarlep closer. Head tilted and throat relaxed, she allowed her spit to pool enough to coat her lips and aid them in sliding across her tongue. Mindful of her fangs and teeth – although she bet they may be into a gentle graze – she avoided it. Something filed away for later if they were so interested.

Tav’s free hand wrapped around the width of them. She carefully squeezed and stroked the parts of their length she was unable to comfortably take at the moment.

There was a heady feel to controlling their pleasure like this. Powerful to the extent it kept her wet and ready. Every groan and hiss above her was a different language of praise that made fervor course through her. Her cheeks flushed as blood rushed to her head and lust curled within.

Tav felt a new sense of confidence bubble to the surface; she grew bold.

She carefully flexed her grip around Haarlep. Her other hand reached back so her fingers could dig into the muscles of their ass, pulling them flush against her. She made sure to breathe through her nose and relax her throat the best she could. Her tongue lavished the top of them. Writhed along the flesh she could get to before the girth of them pinned it down. When they were fully seated in her throat, she held them for a handful of seconds. Then repeated the process until she felt her gag reflex get accustomed to the sensation.

The muscles along Haarlep’s inner thighs quaked. The devilish rattled snarls and groans of both, Haarlep’s and Raphael’s, approval validated her actions.

The mattress dipped again as the large forms above her shifted.

The fiends rearranged until the soft breeze was shuttered, leaving her to feel as if she were surrounded by an inferno. Calloused hands descended to her form.

They touched her – finally.

Haarlep’s hands slid over her breasts. Fingers pinched her pearled nipples, then pet down her stomach to curl around each inner thigh. Warm hands drew her legs up and apart. Their steely grip pressed her knee into the mattress. Baring her, embarrassingly, to the world and Raphael. Displaying her as if she were some offering to be ruined.

Tav squeaked around Haarlep, when a second set of hands smoothed along the back of her thighs. Fingers trailed back down towards her center. A traced the outline of her, delving through her folds. She heard them both rumble at the evidence of how wet for them she was.

Their hushed whispers fell over her. Haarlep moved their hips without her guidance, hands still holding her knees to the mattress. Raphael took advanced of Haarlep’s assistance; he spread her open and licked her from cunt to clit in one go. Tongue flattened, the slight raised roughness of it – hellish and his own – made her moan around the cock in her mouth.

Haarlep cursed at the sensation.

Raphael snarled into her flesh at the shared experience. Lips sealed around her clit – finger penetrated her core.

Tav noted Haarlep and Raphael’s reaction, she hummed around their length experimentally. Her hand moved to gently cup their balls and massage. When she hallowed her cheeks and hummed again, Haarlep ripped themselves from her.

Raphael, too occupied to fully care, ate her like a beast starved. He drove her so quickly towards the precipice, her muscles contracted violently. Tav curled up, hands pressing against his horns in an attempt to push him away. Her thighs trembled from his pleasurable assault.

“Wait – “ Her rasped words were cut off by moans and shivers. His fingers slid from her, but his mouth stayed firm. Raphael licked and sucked while he secured her knees once more, this time pressing them up to her chest. He bent her in half and crawled over her, paying no mind to her rough grip on his horns.

Goddess be damned. She did not stand a chance.

“Raph –“ His name was cut off by the thick piece of silk Haarlep pressed between her parted lips. They wrapped the fabric around her head and secured it with a knot.

“That did not sound like my name.” There was an edge to Haarlep, power hungry and completely taken with their incubi nature.

Any response Tav tried to huff around the cloth quickly fled her mind.

Raphael shoved his tongue into her cunt – curled the appendage in a way that managed to brush that roughness against the sensitive spot along her upper wall. Tav’s eyes rolled at the feel.

Raphael had never eaten her out before – but by the stars was it a metamorphic, transformative, and rapturous experience.

Tav was going to touch Death’s gates again – for the third or fourth time.

The coil within her constricted. She could feel the microscopic contractions – the familiar precursors to an orgasm. Her cunt started to clench around Raphael’s tongue. The makeshift gag absorbed any of her desperately whimpered moans.

Haarlep’s face contorted, they leaned over her with a hiss, a hand shooting out to wrench Raphael off her by his horns. Tav mewled, chest heaving, perspiration gathering along her brow as the promise of an orgasm was stolen from her. Her hazy view of the room was quickly blocked as two sets of red membrane wings spread wide, secluding them all from the heat of Avernus. “That is quite enough, dear master, of ours.” Haarlep licked the glistening arousal from Raphael’s chin. Tav clenched around nothing at the vulgar sight. “That was not what we agreed on.”

Their conversation continued; tone nonchalant – down right casual – as they leaned over her. Matching eyes focused solely on each other.

“Is that so, dearest?” Raphael teased. His own cock fell heavy against her folds as he leaned in towards Haarlep. Hips dredged the entirety of his erection along her. The raised ridges and prominent veins distinct as they slid against her while he antagonized the incubus. He deliberately bumped her clit with every slow thrust as he held her down – pinned between them.

Tav knew they would not bring her any relief. She tried to discreetly move her hand lower to aid herself, put an end to Raphael’s torment of her.

Haarlep did not even have the decency to look down at her. Their hands immediately moved to ensnare her own and pin them back to the bed. Thumbs caressing the inside of each wrists in quiet admonition.

Tav groaned against the cloth in her mouth. She was rendered a voyeur to a discussion of her own ruin.

She squirmed below them. Her hips slanted against Raphael, desperate to gain some form of relief. A few pitiful muffled moans later, by the grace of everything unholy, her internal plights were answered.

There was a pressure against her entrance. A gentle push and the tip of something dexterous, thicker than a finger yet not a cock speared slowly into her.

A shallow thrust at first. When she did not resist, the object pressed deeper.

There was a sharp rasped snap of a foreign tongue followed by a silence. Tav watched Haarlep aggressively lean over her towards their cambion.

A knee came up to press into the palm of her hand, allowing them the freedom to grab at Raphael again to pull him closer. Their other hand pressed her wrist forcefully into the mattress with their weight. Both fiends’ lips smashed giving way to teeth and tongue as Haarlep thrilled at Raphael’s Infernally spoken confirmation.

Her two tormentors apparently came to an agreement on how to handle her.

Tav shuddered as the pressure within increased. The tapered object wiggled inside of her. Took care to hit sensitive zones Tav was not aware of. The movement caused her pelvis to automatically arch against it. She tried to match the pace it set. In response to her actions, the object withdrew, flicked hard across her clit then dipped back into her. Only then did Tav realize what the object – giving her quiet relief while Raphael distracted Haarlep – was.

His tail.

Raphael’s tail.

Goddess.

Tav’s eyes rolled, cheeks dark and rosy. Her shocked cry muffled by silk. Her legs cramped from being pressed to her chest. Strained from Raphael’s use of them as a perch, while he slid his warm cock against her and fucked her with his tail.

The thought alone threatened to undo her.

When her legs started to tremble as the ripples of another would be orgasm started to build, Haarlep finally noticed.

The incubus quickly hauled her from under Raphael. All snarls and false spurn, with a strength Tav had not expect. Raphael made no move to stop them. The ruler of Avernus simply reclined back on his haunches looking in every manor like the cat he claimed to be. His crimson tail flicked out – glistening; a devastating smirk painted across his handsome face.

Link if needed again: HM Chapter 10

Also, back on my BS

Ch 13 Sneak.

idk when it will get posted, but this chapter is gonna be a longer one. My inspo might get squashed after work and thesis stuff in the weeks coming, but this happening.

Haunt Me

Haunt me Chapter 1 - Because I am bored and I rarely post full chapters here.

Ao3 Link

Pairings: Haarlep/F!Tav/Raphael

Summary:

Haarlep heard Tav's cries echo in the Abyss and Raphael has come to collect her. In the end, Tav is not sure which devil is crueler; but she knows now which devils make her feel safe.

“We will take better care of you, sweet little mouse.” Their – Raphael’s hand – moved from its perch along the dip of her hip, pet across her womb and then up between the valley of her breasts to gently curl around the base of her throat. “I will never let either of them squash that delicious potential.”

Rating: 18+ | Explicit - Heed the rating and tags

TW: Past Abuse / Implied torture - Torture | Smut | Scars & Branding | Possessive Behavior | Explicit Sexual Content | PTSD

“And when hope has been whittled down to the very marrow of despair – that’s when you’ll come knocking on my door.”

― Raphael, Baldur's Gate 3

Tav lay tucked in decadent sheets. Curled around a perfectly fluffed long pillow. Head cradled at one end while her arms gripped the soft object to her chest like a lifeline.

Awareness trickled through her subconscious. The tender tickle along her outer thigh and hip caused goosebumps to tighten her skin. The repetitive caress of blunt nails and soft fingertips coaxed her from the nightmare that tormented her only moments prior.

The affectionate petting pulled her from the darkness of a despair that had yet to fade. The taste of it lingered like an old wound – scabbed over yet never healing. Her past mistakes were a stain that she would never be rid of. Her choices would haunt her for eternities to come.

As the echoes of her dream faded, Tav became aware of her body.

The heaviness in her limbs, the burn along her eyelids, the phantom feeling of soreness between her thighs – the barely distinguishable trace of sulfur in the air.

She groaned groggily, clutching the pillow tighter to her chest; wanting nothing more than to sink back into the calm that now settled through her mind.

Tav felt so…secure – protected, was the closest word she could think of.

She could not remember the last time she had not woken up to the sticky feeling of blood drying on her neck or the suffocatingly familiar hold of Astarion. The endless turbulent days and nights of his attentions as he sought to reform her to her previous state of complacency – almost destroyed her beyond repair.

Guilt still held firm, tainting the comfort that her newly obtained freedom should bring.

If one could call her arrangement freedom.

“Has our little thief woken from her slumber?” A familiar soft voice – her voice – breathed.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than pet me?” Tav rasped back. Sleep addled mind causing her filter to slip. Her brain pulled itself back to the present away from those past memories and regrets. Her centuries with Astarion warped her concept of time. He was both a distant visage and a vivid experience. However, that could still be the effects of their bond bleeding through whatever potions Raphael was constantly feeding her.

Tav was no longer at Astarion’s Palace; she was hidden away.

Tucked in another realm, safe in the House of Hope – or as safe as one could be surrounded by Devils.

“Naughty mouse.” Haarlep reprimanded, voice still hushed.  “You would do best to remember how to address your masters.” Fingers still traced patterns along her side leaving a tingle of magic in their wake. “I can still be cruel if need be.”

Tav realized Haarlep was tracing the scars left by Astarion. She chose to remain silent, let the incubus continue to follow the curving lines and sharp edges of the two spells carved into her skin. The second addition had long since healed over, less visible than the first, but shimmered like tattoos of celestial light when touched.

Tav did not understand Haarlep’s obsession with the old wounds. Raphael had been livid when he saw the damage. His reaction stirred an odd sense of comfort in her. Relieved by the simple fact that Raphael was not the one to plant the seed of complete ownership of her soul in Astarion’s mind.

Haarlep’s form shifted behind her.

The familiar tingle at the tips of her own fingers, phantom sensations that mirrored Haarlep’s, faded. Her own familiar hand grew larger, and the breasts against her back melted away into the hard muscular chest of Raphael.

Tav tensed for a brief moment before her body relaxed.

“There we are.” Haarlep murmured as they felt her lean into them. Then sighed, more a conversation with themselves than her, “We still have work to do. That insolent whelp doesn’t know how to properly take care of his toys.” A large hand tucked a loose wave behind her ear before resting against her waist. “You should have stayed with me.” Their deep voice muffled against her hair.

Tav remembered Haarlep’s offer when she snuck into Raphael’s domain to steal the Orphic Hammer.

She hated the grip her old master held over her, even now – the guilt that came with finally escaping consumed her at times. Her attachments to the Ascendant Vampire still held her in a chokehold. She was now sure it was a combination of the memory of what once was, mixed with the lingering effects of his compulsion. Further solidified by their bond, that prevented the haunting attachment from fading in full.

There was another unsettling suspicion that maybe it was Astarion’s will alone; even after all this time. His obsession potentially running deeper than Tav thought possible. Her new train of thought caused her breasts to hitch in an unnecessary breath.

Maybe he was –

As if sensing her thoughts, Haarlep ran their lips over Tav’s collar. Kissed the twin scars that marred her delicate neck. Horns pressed against her temple as they nuzzled their head against hers – a distraction.

She was with them now. Her two unlikely saviors that appeared when she was at her lowest.

“We will take better care of you, sweet little mouse.” Their – Raphael’s hand – moved from its perch along the dip of her hip, pet across her womb and then up between the valley of her breasts to gently curl around the base of her throat. “I will never let either of them squash that delicious potential.” Their last promise held a possessiveness the curled around Tav like a warm blanket. Secured her away in the mutual understanding that Haarlep ran their dynamic behind the scenes. They would be there to mend her wounds both physical and emotional as they have proven so far.  

They taught her that actions spoke more than words ever could.

Haarlep’s embrace danced along the edge of sexual without tipping the scale. Their main focus – as it had been – was familiarity; intimacy and trust.

Haarlep was working to drag her from the depths of the broken house she built around herself. With a practiced hand, soft caresses and meticulous care they carefully lured her from the ocean of her anguish.

Tav sealed her new contract with Raphael in sin when he whisked her away from her prison. Astarion foiled her attempt to summon Bhaal– the ritual ruined, and no Gods came to her rescue; no one responded to her desperate pleas.

Just when Tav was ready to give up – a devil responded instead.  

His was the first face other than her master’s that she had seen in – she could not recall. Tav was so starved of everything at that point, pleading constantly for any deity to answer her prayers, that she would have agreed to anything he asked.

Tav had been too desperate, could still not recall the exact stipulations of their current contract; but remembered giving herself over to him without a second thought then and there on the cell floor.

After Raphael secured her contract he vanished the chains from Tav’s raw ankle, slipped his arms under her shoulder and knees and hefted her up against his chest. Tav could only vaguely remember the taste of sulfur and burn of ash against her eyes as Raphael ripped the portal in the dank air and took her away.  

Astarion’s prized possession – stolen in the night.

Oh, how he must have raged.

Haarlep’s thumb brushed affectionately over her clavicle. The habit became a subconscious action when they felt her mind wander. The familiar touch acted as a shield intended to keep her anguish at bay.

Tav hummed to let Haarlep know she was fine. Her hand released its clutch on her pillow to rest against the forearm nestled between her breasts. Her fingers still tingled with their previous shared touch; she almost missed the intoxicating duality of Haarlep holding her while wearing her form.

She felt everything Haarlep felt. The sensation brought a selfishly narcissistic sense of comfort and in that moment Tav understood why Raphael transformed and glamoured Haarlep in his image.

Tav allowed the tension in her muscles to bleed away until she was lax in Haarlep’s embrace. Tucked into a cocoon of serenity as her mind wondered.

Later that night, after they thoroughly ravished her, she slipped in and out of conscious. Their coupling had been too much; she had been weaker than she looked.  Even so, Tav still recalled their hushed conversation vividly.

“She is too far gone.” Haarlep growled loud enough for Raphael to hear during her first night in their care.  “Our lost little dove won’t be any fun if we break what’s left of her.” The incubus’ fingers brushed the damp strands of hair from her temple with careful affection after Raphael set her on his bed. They huffed in false annoyance at her lack of response. Hips swayed with no regards to their nude state as they sauntered over to snag the long robe draped over the chaise lounge. Haarlep turned around, the degrading comment weaponized at the tip of their tongue turned to ash.

Haarlep’s sudden silence drew Raphael’s attention. Eyes falling to his concubine, as he took a sip of mulled wine from his cup.

The incubus took in the ragged state of their eagerly anticipated playmate. The haughty expression faded from their face to one of unfettered disbelief. Glamoured eyes traced over the scene displayed before them.

The velvet comforter clung to the thin material of Tav’s dress, causing it to bunch around her upper thighs.

Tav barely noticed; vision already blackened around the edges from the exertion on her body. A sheen of perspiration glittered on her skin. Limbs numb and tingling from the hellish euphoria of the combined attentions of both Raphael and Haarlep.

“Astarion did this to her?” Haarlep whistled low. All lighthearted sultry banter gone as their gaze fixated on her scars. “And you did not notice?” It was a bold question on Haarlep’s part; given neither thought to peel the erotic dress from her body before they shared her.

The consuming need to indulge clouded their usually high perception.

Raphael’s form turned as rigid as the statues carved in his likeness. Golden gaze flew over the markings; recognized parts of the scars. His features twisted in contempt, and he snarled his response to Haarlep in their shared infernal tongue.

Tav was still unsure if he switched languages for her benefit. For something to cause that type of visceral reaction in the cambion – whatever Astarion had done to her must have truly been blasphemous.

Raphael moved towards her slowly after their discovery; as if she were a caged animal – she was. The mattress dipped under the weight of him. His large hand reached out to touch her.

Tav’s flinch had been out of habit; completely unintentional. A traumatic reaction in response to years of Astarion’s depraved love.

Her immediate reaction was enough for Raphael to pause. His features distorted uncharacteristically with pity before falling stony and cold.

His hand cupped her face anyway. His grip firm and unyielding; meant to secure her attention and ground her through her haze. The unbearable warmth of him seeped through the chill of her skin.

“There was no decorum in these slights against you, little mouse.” His deep timber resonated through Tav’s as he spoke. “This damage is worse than I realized.” He released her chin, took a lingering look at the carvings decorating her side and shifted her dress down to hide them from view. “I will get my contract’s worth from you…and more I am afraid.” His eyes met Haarlep’s. “When we break her, we will not do so with such reckless disregard – Heal her.” Raphael stood from the bed and strode nude to his armoire to dress. “We can show restraint until she is ready – a small gift, in honor of our history.”

“It would be my pleasure, Master.” Haarlep said airily. “After all –“ His voice morphed into the familiar timbre of Tav’s own. “A dove with –“

“ – clipped wings is no fun at all.” Haarlep whispered the familiar words against her; pulling her from her musing. “Come now, pet.” They rolled Tav under them. Settled themselves comfortably between her parted thighs. Hips pressed flush against her core. Their golden gaze locked with her still red ones.

The new position made Tav hyper aware of the warmth pressed against her. Their hardened length brushed against her clit as she bent a knee causing the material of her nightgown to slide down her thigh making more room for the incubus’s hips. She could feel Haarlep’s muscles flex against her as they maintained their affectionate control.

They would never force her hand. Refused to push for anything further unless Tav was the one to initiate.

It was…sweet.

Tav knew their softness would not last forever, could still feel the phantom sensations of Raphael using Haarlep in her image. Remembered the sinful pleasure she endured her first night.

It was a reprieve she would have never been granted under the care of her previous master.

She was grateful.

Tav’s gaze traced down the contours of Haarlep’s glamoured face. Her hand rose up to follow the same trail her eyes took. Fingers brushed over sharp cheek bones and a strong jawline. Shakily traced down their throat. Red eyes fell to the pulse at their jugular – entranced by the gentle flutter of blood beneath their skin.

Her senses started to heighten, eyes dilated, and her throat became parched.

She forewent food for sleep.

Now the hunger was setting in.

Haarlep noticed her gaze; saw a thirst similar to theirs flicker in the depths of her eyes. They understood Tav’s need.

The pull of a vampire’s hunger was similar to that of their kind.

Incubi, succubi and vampires.

Blood and sex.

Kindred in a distant sense of the word.

With a deep chuckle they gripped Tav’s waist and rolled again. This time landing with their back against the pillows. Haarlep rearranged their favored playmate until she straddled their lap while they reclined against the plush headboard. The golden devil’s head cast above them reflected the glow of the fireplace onto Tav’s pale skin.

“Is my little dove hungry?” Haarlep’s voice hit a sultry note. Fed their own sensuality into the question. Sought to tease and pull forth other carnal desires from their pet.

Tav swallowed, head dipped in a small nod, shoved the unusual embarrassment of the admission away. She was no blushing virgin by any means – but this admission held a weight to it.

There was an electric anticipation in the air as Haarlep read her cues.

Slowly, tediously, Haarlep drew forth slivers of her old self. Dredged them from the depths of her agony and forced life back into her piece by piece.

The connection she felt to Haarlep was not one she could have ever anticipated. Their bargained tryst had been pushed to the back of her mind, only coming to light in snippets of bliss or phantom fingers that dug into her flesh during the more painful sessions; when Astarion forgot his strength.

A kindness she did not recognized at the time.

Haarlep’s hand came up to brush over Tav’s shoulders. Fingers hooked under the straps of her sheer nightgown and let the fabric drift down to her waist. Golden eyes darkened as the material slid away to reveal the soft skin below. Breasts now on display, legs parted and straddling their lap. Their tongue dipped out to lick their lips at the scene.

Haarlep moved, seemed to engulf her even though she was the one atop them. They leaned forward, closed the distance and thread their fingers in Tav’s luscious waves.

All Tav knew in that moment was those blazing gold irises, familiar heady scent distinctly belonging to Haarlep and the hellish warmth of their lips; barely grazing her own. The tempting brush of petal soft lips against her own slightly chapped ones acted as a ghost of a kiss intended to tempt – leaving its victim yearning for more.

“You know the rules, pet.” Haarlep purred; pausing until they saw clarity in Tav’s eyes. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Yes.” Tav stated, eyes locked back on the gentle thrum of blood flowing beneath Haarlep’s crimson skin.

“Tut-tut, little thief. Look at me.” Their voice rough with amusement. They got the answer they craved, but they wanted her explicit, enthusiastic, consent.

If not, they would end this now. Have a servant fetch another less enticing vial of their blood for her to drink from. They could not afford any further setbacks.

Tav forced her eyes to lock with gold, momentarily taken aback. Both shocked and relieved by the lack of glowing crimson.

“If we do this – Raphael will know – and he will come.” Haarlep’s fingers cradled her chin as his other hand pressed against her solar plexus. The warmth of a foreign emotion filled her deadened heart. It was love – pure and untainted by sorrow. Their tenderly spun lie of true love filled the empty bits of her soul; a different form of compulsion meant to ease the tension from her body but not cloud her mind. “You have traded one master for two far crueler ones.” Their voice was rough with restrained excitement.

Haarlep closed their eyes as if to collect themselves.

When they opened again there was a look of amity there that shook Tav to her core. Only now did it  occur to her that Haarlep was also bound to Raphael as much as she had been bound to Astarion. Both of them enslaved to power hungry masters…and for a moment, she doubted herself.

Was the devil she knew a better choice?

“Little thief.” Haarlep drew her attention back to them. “If you do this – there is no going back.” A red thumb traced her bottom lip. “You will be relinquishing your soul to us.” Another peculiar look of affection passed through Haarlep’s eyes. “You will suffer; beautifully.” Golden eyes shuttered as if savoring the image. Then snapped open with a newfound intensity. “We will break you into pretty little pieces – but we will not leave you for ruin…to rot in a carcass of what once was.” Their nose brushed Tav’s with practiced affection. “We take care of our toys, little dove, and I promise you. You will quiver in pleasure as we ravish you while piecing you back together.”

The depraved visual caused Tav’s thighs to clench against the corded muscle of Haarlep’s. A new wave of needy fire burned through her veins and settled in her core.

“I am ready.” Tav reaffirmed. “I want this.” The twinge in her heart at her betrayal of Astarion did not hold the same sway it once had. She was surprisingly at ease with falling into the incubus’ fiendish embrace.

She was aware of how Raphael was; narcissistic and selfish, always taking and rarely giving. Knew in contrast, Haarlep was ravenous and would give endlessly – thrilled by the pleasurable suffering it brought. Tav had no doubt there would be times when she regretted her choice; but during her stay a House of Hope they had shown her more care than Astarion had in centuries.

“Oh, sweet little dove – I knew you would be a tasty steal when I heard your cries echoing in the Abyss.” Haarlep’s eyes darkened with arousal. Heat curled through Tav in response and her fangs cut into her lip. “Let’s give our beloved Raphael something to rage over.” Haarlep’s hands slid up Tav’s thighs, bunching the sheer material around her waist and dipped below. Fiery fingers grazed her clit and parted her folds to find her ready and wanting.

Haarlep groaned in delight. Horns clanked against the golden buttons sewn into the velvet headboard. They lifted Tav’s hips as if she weighed nothing and settled her over the tip of their – Raphael’s – rigid length.

Tav’s hands fell to their chest to support herself, allowed her weight to assist Haarlep’s entry. She gasped as their thickness parted her folds; the intrusion made easier by how damned wet she was. Her knees slid along the sheets and her core fluttered exquisitely when they bottomed out. The stretch of Raphael’s cock still required getting use to – textured and devilish as it was – his girth was more than she had been accustomed to.

Haarlep’s fingers flexed along Tav’s hips. She could feel their thighs tense and muscles strain from the effort to prevent them from bucking up into her.

A dark thrill curled up her spine at the heady feel of being the cause of such a reaction.

“Go-od, girl.” Haarlep’s head titled back in ecstasy as they groaned. One hand had found its way to fist in her hair while the other held firm on her hip. Tav rocked forward experimentally and jolted as a fresh wave of rapture coursed through her stagnate veins.

Haarlep’s hips thrust against her. They hissed something in infernal before guiding Tav to their neck.

“No need to be gentle, sweetling – we won’t.”

Tav’s fangs pieced Haarlep’s jugular. The heady combination of fiendish blood laced with magic and Haarlep’s thick cock buried in her cunt was an experience she would never forget. The icing on the cake was the knowledge that Raphael would be experiencing every sinful thrust and touch through phantom sensations miles away.

For once, Tav felt powerful.

Haarlep gripped her to them. Arms tightening like bands of steal around her form, sharp devilish teeth nipping at her neck as they started a slow leisurely pace while she fed.  They bid their time; taking the care to build her up in preparation for when their master would come storming through the doors.

Raphael choked on his wine.

His fingers gripped the stem of the expensive gold goblet tightly. Golden eyes closed to hide his look of surprise from his host.

He could feel his little drow’s cunt flutter around his cock; had felt the cold pinch of fangs piercing his flesh soothed by the heady roll of arousal that followed a vampiric bite.

The muscles along Raphael’s jaw flexed. He would have to take a firm hand to both his pets when he got home.

Haarlep knew what his errands entailed today; been given an explicit set of rules to follow should anything change.

A wicked excitement coursed through him.

His little mouse had come out of her hibernation. He was only passingly concerned that by sharing her with Haarlep so soon, they had done further damage.

He should have realized when she easily caved to the contract he drew up. The agreement was, after all, entirely in his favor; the poor thing.

At the time, he was too overcome with a heady sense of triumph, knowing that he finally held the little hero trapped in his claws.

It had been centuries since he took another to his bed.

The exoticism and thrill lit his lust aflame only to be squandered by wrath when Haarlep noticed the extent of the damage Astarion dealt to her before he had.

His little mouse had not even made a peep of discomfort or discontent – she let them have their wicked way with her until they had their fill for the moment.  

It was a slip in judgement that Raphael would not allow to happen again – and now that his little mouse was finally ready to play – He swallowed down the feral train of thought.

The clearing of a throat broke his reverie.

“Is the wine not to your liking?” The arrogant tone of his host chimed from across the cluttered table.

A wicked smirk played at the corner of Raphael’s lips.

He thrilled at the new turn his meeting had taken.

Raphael tipped his goblet in toast to the vampire across the table. Completely uncaring of the slanted glare Astarion shot in his direction. “I find your tastes to be quite…delicious, Astarion.”

I'm begging. In all Raphael/Tav fics I've ever read, they always say stuff like "He smells like sulfur, and Tav loves it". Bitch, do you even know what sulfur smells like? Because now I'm going to assume you have a fart/shit fetish. It's not an exquisite fragrance that symbolises richness or some other fucking meaning that this people give it. It's shit. Literal shit. For the sake of us, do some research.

PSA: if you describe your sexy demons as "smelling sulphurous/like brimstone," that's not just vague mystical words.

Those are real smells.

They smell like farts.

Please know this. I'm begging you.