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You were unsure how you ended up in the situation, and your memories were hazy at best. The room was familiar; you remembered it from when you visited Sharess' Caress to gather information but also from when you met the devil that had become too familiar to you. Still, you couldn't deny that the moment of silence when you heard neither tadpole nor anything else in that matter was something you would like to feel again. The silence, which you didn't seem to find however hard you tried as you travelled across the lower city of Baldur's Gate. So far, Raphael was the only one who could grant you that silence. While you didn't want to admit it to your companions, a part of you wondered how you could meet him again and when the dwarf at Devil's Fee had offered you to open the portal straight to House of Hope, after a bit of what you wanted to call negotiations, you had to hide your excitement from your companions.
"Let's plan everything beforehand and come back later," you had told them. "It would be reckless to travel to Hells without a plan."
How well your companions bought your suggestion, you weren't sure. There was a logic behind not simply diving into Avernus, but with every word, you had to keep your thoughts focused on sounding convincing. From the first moments you had met the devil, he didn't seem too threatening to you. Whether that was because of the tadpole inserted into your eyesocket or you wanted to ensure that you were doing what you wanted on days when every single one could be your last. You had a plan, a simple plan, really. Wait until your companions were either asleep or didn't watch your every move, slip out of the camp, and break into the Devil's Fee. It wouldn't be your most complex task as long as the citizens of Baldur's Gate missed you.
You hadn't gotten that far on your plan, or at least you didn't remember that you did. The fact that you were, instead of Nine Hells, in Sharess' Caress room that had a lingering scent of sulfur, musk and cherries. The fact that you recognised the scent didn't matter. Not when you found yourself pointing the devil with a dagger, the blade resting on his throat, and him standing before you. You didn't remember why you ended up here or when you had pointed the dagger at him. Usually, the amnesia would be alarming, but the greater question at the time was why Raphael didn't push the blade away from his throat.
"Well, now, this is quite the predicament you've put us in, " Raphael said. "You, armed and seemingly decisive, and I, surprisingly, at the mercy of your blade. I'm curious about what brought my dear little thief to my doorstep with such... dramatic flair."
You had to blink because you didn't know if you had heard right what he had just said. There were so many things wrong with the situation: you, not remembering how you ended up there, why he seemed like he was simply toying with you, and why it felt like the two forces inside you battled if you wanted to shove the dagger to his throat or not.
"Let's skip the theatrics, shall we? Tell me, what is it that you're truly after? My company, perhaps? Or is it something more tangible you seek from our dealings? " He tilted his head slightly. "Speak freely, my dear. You know I'm more than just a devil; I'm the one who knows how to make that pretty little head of yours silent."
The blush rose to your face, and you hated how you could feel that. There wasn't a reason why every single one of Raphael's words felt like a spell when they left his lips. You found yourself staring into his eyes, deciphering if they had more of a brown or a golden hue. It was almost like your body moved on its own, and you were just watching from afar what was happening, unable to intervene or resist. Raphael's hand moved to the blade slowly, giving you enough time to dig it to his flesh if you wanted. Yet you didn't. You simply watched as he moved it down, without doing or saying anything, as your body felt like it was burning in the depths of Avernus.
"You don't truly wish to harm me, do you? " he asked. "This isn't the thirst for blood that brings you here, blade in hand. No, there's something else, isn't there? A deeper desire, perhaps a craving for something more."
Raphael placed the dagger on a nearby table, and you watched the blade lying there, unable to get your body to move.
"Why the drama? Why the theatrics? We both know that's not your style, not really. It's not violence you seek from me, but something else. Or maybe it's companionship that you are after, the kind that differs from such the ones around you can provide. Something that comes from deeper, something that burns so hot but what you simply cannot resist."
You looked at him once again and smelled the room. It felt familiar, but something didn't feel right. Your plan had been to get a moment of nothingness, and while you had that now, something else was missing. There was no reason why you walked closer to Raphael, so close that you could feel the fabric of his doublet and see its small details. You lifted your face up to meet his gaze. You felt Raphael's hand on your back and how your heart pounded on your chest. At that moment, suddenly, the world around you felt like collapsing. In seconds, everything went black.
***
Only the faint candlelight reminded you where you were, at the Lower City Inn, where you had set your camp to get a good night's rest. Judging by the book on your lap and the moonlight shimmering from the window, it had been a decent while since you had passed out. The brilliant plan of waiting until you would be alone had worked until the sleep had won over you, and you cursed how easily the soft bed and warmth won over you. What you cursed more was the dream you had just had, and why a dream such as that even existed in your brains. It would've been easy to blame the tadpole and how it made you see and feel things you shouldn't, but the fact is that what went through your thoughts was no tadpole but you alone. Yet still, being honest with the fact that what you had just dreamed of was solely you also made you admit that you saw more than a person to make a deal with when you thought of Raphael.
One part of you wanted to forget what you had just seen and how realistic everything had felt at that moment. Another one was slightly disappointed by how fast everything had ended, and if you had stayed asleep a moment or two longer, what would've happened? It was easy to speculate such situations as you walked across the cemetery, the hood hiding your face and daggers weighing on your waist. You'd get into the Devil's Fee even if you would need to climb the wall with your fingernails alone. If your brain was making you dream of the devil, you could also confront him, and you didn't want anyone looming over your shoulder as that happened.
***
The House of Hope was far more grand when you faced it alone instead of with all your companions beside you. Everything from the warmth of the Hells to the grand feast set on the table felt overwhelming, yet you didn't come to marvel at those or steal the Orphic Hammer, which was undoubtedly guarded heavier than what you could slip through. You could, instead, find the devil you were looking for if you wandered around long enough. The morning would come faster than you'd be back, but the note you left to your companions would give you a couple of extra hours. A fast run to the Wyrm's Crossing and back was more than enough time to solve what Raphael did to mess your head that badly.
As you move through the halls of the House of Hope, dodging the spirits telling you to turn away before it's too late, you hoped that there would be more than an instinct that was guiding you. You had seen Raphael multiple times, talked with him, and even helped him, but never travelled further than the grand hall of the House of Hope. Sometimes, you wished you had more time to talk with him before he disappeared into ashes or that you could ask questions without Shadowheart or Gale hearing them. If either of them saw you now, they would think that you had either lost your mind or were suicidal. You thought of why Raphael had intrigued you from the first moment you had met, but you didn't find an answer. For someone who had grown up entertaining people or pickpocketing them when it was your friends' turn to perform, Raphael was the most exciting person you had met on your journey. From how he spoke to how he dressed and looked like he could snap you half with a flick of his finger, he was indefinitely fascinating instead of dreadful. The air was thick with a mix of incense and brimstone, and the paintings on the walls felt like they were watching your every movement. Yet, oddly, the place seemed more welcoming than wanting to push you away if you didn't count the debtors.
The sound of your boots on the stone floor echoes in the halls, and you try to shake off the lingering images of Raphael's too-close presence, focusing instead on the real task at hand. After you found him, you would have time to figure out what your mind meant with that dream. Finally, you reached the heavy oak door of Raphael's study , standing slightly ajar, a sliver of golden light spilling into the hallway. You paused as your hand hovered over the handle, gathering your thoughts and thinking of all the possibilities of what could happen next. When you thought of it, you weren't even sure why you had wanted to come here so eagerly, especially alone. It didn't make any sense. You didn't make any sense.
You weren't even sure if you came to the House of Hope and if it was answers, confrontation or understanding. Maybe all three, or perhaps something entirely else. Pushing the door open, you stepped into the room. Judging by what you had seen Raphael's home before, it was exactly as you imagined it to be: shelves lined with ancient books, a large desk cluttered with scrolls and artefacts, and a massive window that overlooked the landscape of the Avernus. You breathed in the scent of the room, which was a mixture of old leather and wax, before your eyes met with the figure sitting beside the table, his gaze shifting from the tome to you.
"Back so soon? " Raphael inquired. "And without an invitation, nonetheless. To what do I owe the pleasure of this unexpected visit, dear mouse, and why shouldn't I send you to the deepest pits of Hells in this instant?"
He was not the version of Raphael you had seen in your dream, you had to remind yourself of that. Raphael, before you didn't ask you why you had left when he had wrapped his hand around you, but rather what you were doing at his house after declining to give him the Crown of Karsus in exchange for Orphic Hammer. He wasn't pleased to see you. He was furious to see the intruder in his house. Your heart raced as Raphael's eyes lingered upon you like he was deciding whether to burn you to cinders or make you run, only to chase after you.
"You know why I'm here, Raphael, " you said.
Your voice was steadier than you felt. With every step you took across the room, you wondered if you had made a mistake after all. Maybe the part of you that wasn't willing to test if touching the scorching hot surface of the Hells would burn you had been right after all. Still, the fact that Raphael felt like the most interesting person in the whole Faerun didn't change, no matter what you felt.
"Indeed, I can surmise a few reasons, yet I prefer to hear it from you directly, " Raphael said, leaning back in his chair. "You've come a long way, braving the depths of Hell itself. So tell me, little mouse. What drives such a daring soul to seek me out, alone and unguarded?"
With every step, you had to remind yourself of the facts, not forget your situation, and not get lost in your mind. This version of Raphael was a devil who not only intrigued you but also unnerved you, whose charm was as dangerous as it was compelling, yet who didn't know what you had just dreamed about.
"I came to understand how you do it, " you began, your hands resting on the cold surface of his desk as you leaned slightly forward. "Tell me how you make it quiet. Usually, it's like there is a constant voice in my head, and you're the only one who can make it stop. Why?"
"Ah, the silence, " he murmured. "A precious commodity, indeed. It's not merely the absence of sound but peace from the tumult within. Is that what you seek from me? Peace from your own mind?"
While knowing that you shouldn't, you nodded. If there was something that had been made very clear by every person, you didn't want to deal with devils or cambions, and thinking of Wyll made you wonder how big of a mistake you were making. No matter what you felt, you also wanted to know if Raphael's doublet would feel the same as it had in your dream or if his touch would be as warm as his fingertips trailed your spine.
"Yes. But I also want to know why you haunt me. If it's some of your, I don't know, devil magic, I want you to stop. Whatever you've done to me... or what I've allowed you to do, I want to know why you did that."
A slow smile spread across Raphael's face as he looked at your eyes. If his gaze had felt overwhelming in your dream, now it was that but a hundred times more.
"That I can assure you I have nothing to do. Whatever is going on in your head while I am away is only you, " Raphael answered.
You felt you had already said too much when you heard those words. Raphael didn't have to know, but a small part of you also wanted him to know. You looked at him, his hair curled behind his ears deep into his eyes and instantly pulled a dagger from your hip. The blade kissed Raphael's neck, laying gently against it as you watched how a smile rose to his lips.
" Oh, what a lovely little thing you are, never dull, always keeping me wondering what might be going on that pretty head of yours, " Raphael said in a voice that was as smooth and seductive as velvet. "Here you stand, dagger in hand, accusing me of invading your thoughts and your dreams, even as you hold me at the mercy of your blade. Tell me, is this how you treat all those who occupy your mind, or am I an exception?"
You tightened your grip on the dagger, but his words stirred something inside you. Rather than fear, you wanted to know how he made you feel everything you did. You wanted to stab him and see him bleed. You also wanted to feel his hands on your skin, his scent lingering on your skin, and most of all, how he made you forget everything else but what was before you. And most of all, you wanted to feel it in the flesh, not only when you closed your eyes and drifted deep into your slumber.
"It seems you are conflicted, my dear, " Raphael continued. "You seek answers, a reprieve from the noise inside your head. And yet, here you are, conjuring the storm you wish to escape. Isn't it ironic? You chase silence with the edge of a knife."
"Why are you so calm? Doesn't this, " you gestured to the dagger in his neck, "worry you at all?"
" My dear, if I were to flinch at every sharp object that came my way, I'd hardly be able to rule a treacherous domain. Besides, " he leaned slightly into the blade, his eyes never leaving yours, "I find a certain... amusement in being the focus of your emotions. Whether it's hate or something... deeper."
It would've been easy to drive the dagger to his flesh, yet you just couldn't. Deep down, you knew that Raphael was the only one who could give you what you wanted, and the longer you leaned close to him, the harder holding the dagger became.
"Stop playing games, Raphael. I must know why I can't get you out of my head. If you've done something to me, undo it. Now, " you demanded.
"What if I told you nothing I've done none of it. What if, instead, I remind you that right here, right now, you are enjoying your sacred silence, yet you don't even acknowledge it because you are only thinking about me? You are drawn to me, and while you tell me it is out of desperation or what I have done, there is more you want of me in reality. " Raphael paused, letting his words sink in. "But ask yourself, why would you dream of me, seek me out, if there wasn't something more? Perhaps it's not silence you seek but company. Someone who can drive away the shadows lurking in your mind."
You swallowed hard and watched as the dagger you held trembled slightly. Why was it so hard to do something that was so simple to you? Why was he right that, yet again, there wasn't the constant throbbing and swirling in your head, but only the silence that you had craved so badly?
"And if I drop this blade, what then? What happens if I admit there might be something more?"
Raphael's grin widened. "Then, my dear, you walk here and do exactly as I say. You promise to obey me, and I keep the parasite squirming in your head away as long as you want, without a contract or anything that forces you, but by your own free will. Because, my little mouse, you don't think of us as enemies, nor as prey and predator, but as two souls who simply want something from each other. "
There was only one option for you, no matter how much you wanted to deny it. The blood, guts and bodies would've been so simple, yet that moment, impossible to you, although you had seen them more than you cared to admit. You loved and hated at the same time how Raphael said all of those sweet things to you, and anyone would've told you not to do as he said, as he was a devil after all. Still, it was undeniable that he was everything you wanted and the only one who made it possible for you to forget everything that happened in the world around you. With him, you didn't have to be the hero or the one who would stop the Elder Brain and stop the inevitable doom of Faerun. With Raphael, you could be just yourself.
Raphael's hand reached the dagger and lowered it to the table, but you did nothing to stop him from doing that. Like in your dream, he unarmed you without resistance because, like in your dream, you had to admit something. You hadn't come to House of Hope because you wanted to silence the tadpole in your brain. You had come to Raphael because he was the one you wanted.
"Good little pet, " Raphael whispered. "Now you do as I said, come here, and don't run away. "
***
The cold wood of the desk pressed against your skin as you sat across Raphael. While sitting there, you were almost at the same eye level as him, and you weren't sure if what you did was the biggest mistake or the possibility of what you had had so far. Raphael had been right about the fact that when you were at his house, there wasn't the constant squirming of the tadpole in your head, but instead the nothingness that you had yearned for. Instead of being reminded of what happened at Nautiloid, you were awfully aware of how your heartbeat got louder, the blush rose to your cheeks, and your hands gripped the edge of the desk you sat on.
"What do you want, devil? " you asked and looked at Raphael.
Raphael's eyes gleamed as he leaned closer to you, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer so you couldn't but feel his body against your own. The touch you had felt in your dream had been gentle, but now, his hand felt more possessive than loving, yet you couldn't hate him for that. The Raphael before you wasn't the perfect version you had created in your head, but a real devil standing before you, in flesh and blood, seeing a mortal willing to do more than most to get his attention.
"Ah, my dear, " Raphael murmured. "What I want is quite simple, yet endlessly complex for a creature like you. I want you to explore the depths of what drives you to me and why you think you are something other than the souls before you. I want you to understand the nature of your desires and perhaps, in doing so, discover more about yourself than you ever anticipated."
His fingers traced a pattern on your side, making you aware of how close he was to you and how effortlessly he could do whatever he wanted if he so decided. It should've been a situation you didn't wish to, yet you couldn't get your eyes off him. Raphael's hands trailed on your body, and you wanted to touch him so badly, yet there was the last piece of your self-preservation instinct that forbade you to do so, although it disappeared more and more the longer you looked at the handsome devil before you.
"You see, unlike others of my kind, I find a certain... fulfilment when facing a mortal like you, who wishes to come to me rather than run away. And you, my intriguing visitor, are full of secrets and desires I want to see in exchange for what you crave. Wouldn't you agree? " Raphael continued. "Let me help you. If you obey, I can promise you don't have to think or listen to those voices that tell you to be something. Here, you can just feel and surrender without a need to fight or be strong."
Agreeing to accept Raphael's help while your companions were breathing on your back had been an easy decision. Now, alone and feeling his hands on your body, it was indefinitely harder to decline. You took a deep breath. You had come this far, deceived your friends, broke into Devil's Fee, travelled through Hells to be here, and listened to every single one of Raphael's words with anticipation rather than out of necessity.
"You talk so much yet tell so little, " you whispered. "And yet I can't get myself to say no. "
Your hands found their way to his doublet, feeling the fabric and trying to remember how it felt in your dream. It would've been easier if the fabric would've burned your hands or if Raphael's scent didn't make you want to sink your face into his chest, yet you had to admit that he felt even better in the flesh than in your imagination. Every golden detail under your fingertips, as you traced your fingers along his chest, made you not want to push him away but to rip the clothing off him and feel his warmth against yourself, and you wondered for the last time if there was any other person who could do the same as Raphael did. Out of everyone, the one who brought you comfort was a literal devil, the one who you shouldn't trust, but the one who you found yourself pulled to time and time again.
"Would you like me to do something else than drown you in sweet words? You can always ask nicely, I am not a devil in that sense, " Raphael whispered.
Rasphael's lips were so close to your ear that you could feel his warm breath against your skin, and you bit down not to make any noise. Would being kind to him make you a bad person? If it did, you must've been one after everything you had done so far, so maybe that would be the least of your crimes.
"Will you take my soul if I do that? " you asked.
"I would never do that in such a lowly way, dear mouse, " Raphael answered.
You bit your lip, giving yourself the last opportunity to run away. "You're my only option. "
"Oh darling, I won't allow you to say such things. I don't want you just because you don't have other options, although seeing you trying to resist me has been a treat. No, I want to hear that you want me . "
The situation where it was impossible for you to run away. Raphael's hand traced your chin, lifting it up and not allowing your gaze to wander away from him, not that you even wanted to. Even in his human form, he was beautiful.
"Please, " you whispered. "I want more than my fleeting dream. "
"That's the only thing I wanted to hear, " Raphael breathed.
Raphael's hand gripped your chin with more force and kept you in place as his lips met yours for a kiss that was surprisingly gentle. You had anticipated something that would devour you in an instant, yet the warmth of his lips was more comforting than threatening, and your hands pressed harder against Raphael's chest as you tasted him. Raphael's fingers tightened slightly in your hair, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss, and you didn't want to fight back, even though you probably should've when a devil touched you like that.
As the kiss broke, you felt like you were left breathless, your heart pounding in your chest and what little thoughts you had left spinning in your head in a manner that didn't allow you to catch any of them. If he had felt good in your dream, he was even more alluring in the mortal realm.
"I promised you to drive all of your thoughts away, and I hope that wasn't enough to satisfy you, " Raphael said.
You shook your head, too scared to admit what you were thinking out loud. There was plenty more you wanted of him, and you wouldn't settle for just a hug or a kiss now when you could have what you had yearned for before you. If this were how Raphael had gotten all of the tormented souls to work on his house, you'd gladly become one of them. Even more, if it meant that you could stay like this for eternity, away from the doom at the horizon of Faerun or the tadpole in your head.
Raphael's hands moved on your chest, undoing the buttons of the simple shirt you wore and tossing your cape behind you to the desk. The outfit you wore was simpler than the gear you wore at the combat, but you had to pray that you'd have something to wear afterwards, judging by how Raphael handled your clothing. You could've worn the most expensive silk shirt of what he cared about, and the buttons would still find themselves dropping to the floor of his study.
"I'm not running away, " you whispered.
"No, you aren't."
As the words left Raphael's lips, his hand pressed you down to the desk, and he ripped the shirt and simple pants you were wearing away. You had anticipated to feel cold, yet the warmth enveloped your body even when lying there, gazing at Raphael breathing heavily above you. You didn't know or care whether it was because of him or because you were in Avernus, and as Raphael pinned your hands over your head, you didn't have time to think about it.
A grin rose to Raphael's face. " You will stay there like a good little pet and not move an inch. "
Apparently, your shirt didn't matter, but when it came to his doublet, you didn't have any right to rip that away like he had done to your clothes. His tanned skin pressed against yours, his eyes meeting yours, and his hand returning to your wrists faster than you even realised, and in your position, there was nowhere for you to run. You felt how hot your body felt and how, even though you didn't want to admit it, you were dripping already, like your body was waiting for everything Raphael would do to you. While your head had been sweet and wanted a hug and possibly a kiss on the forehead, your body wanted everything he would give to you.
"Have you been waiting for a moment when you could have me? Dreaming of me while you travelled across Shadowlands? " Raphael whispered to your ear. "You could've asked when we met at the inn, and I would've gladly taken you right there and then, yet you wanted to play hero a few moments longer."
Raphael's fingers moved on your slit, touching you and making your back arc before you felt how his stiff cock replaced them moments later. While not even inside you, your eyes practically beg for him, and you can't imagine how hard it is to come up with words for what you want. You know what you want, you want him in all of the ways you can, yet it feels like all of the words disappear before they reach your lips.
"You don't have to speak, my dear. Just tell me that you want me, that you can't go any longer without me, " Raphael looks at your eyes as he speaks.
You nodded and felt how Raphael's cock sank in you in an instant, moving slowly to give you time to get used to his length. As much as you had liked to grab his hands or press your nails into his back, you couldn't, as you laid under him with your back against the wooden surface. From Raphael's face, it was evident that he was savouring every moment, taking his time and watching your face as your body took more of him with every thrust, allowing him to sink ever deeper into you. When you felt his cock pressing to you and rubbing your inner walls, you understood why people told you to stay away from the devils, as no human had ever felt like he did.
"Oh no, this is the beginning of our lovely evening, " Raphael laughed.
Your eyes widened as you saw the flames of Hells burning around him and his body changing before your eyes. The horns framed his face like a crown, the wings on his back, the red skin you had seen before, and the eyes that burned golden hues of Avernus. However, none of those mattered, as you also knew very well that on that form, Raphael was towering even Halsin, and your body felt what you had feared from the second you saw the first flames. While you had been able to take Raphael's cock before, now, you felt how it pressed against your inner walls, spreading you and making you get used to it while he was deep inside you. The way Raphael looked, you didn't help. On those eyes that had no pity in them, he knew exactly what he had done when you moaned around him. His cock pressed deep inside you, deeper than anyone had ever done before and probably ever will, as you wondered if you'd be able to take all of that. To your surprise, or fear, it seemed like you were, and as your body dripped under Raphael's, you felt how he started to move again, rubbing as his cock slid in and out of you, making your body remember his shape.
"I said you didn't have to think about anything, " Raphael said as he hit the deepest parts of you.
He was right, and you couldn't think even if you had wanted to. Everything from the Netherstones to the tadpole felt trivial, as your mind went blank every time you felt Raphael's cock, and the best you could do were small moans and breaths in-between his thrusts. Your body felt like it was on fire, yet you didn't know if it was because of him or because you were at Avernus, and stepping even one step out of his house would burn you to ashes. It didn't matter, as you couldn't move where you were, nor did you want to, as Raphael's cock pushed deeper into you with every thrust. You heard his voice in your ear, his deep breaths mirroring yours, and how his hands pressed you down to the desk. Raphael's breath was hot against your ear as he leaned closer, his voice a low growl.
"You've certainly ruined my studies for the evening, " he murmured. "But I suppose some distractions are worth indulging in."
He paused momentarily, and you felt your body waiting for him to continue, unwilling to settle what you had gotten so far. Then, without a word, with a swift motion, he snapped his fingers, and his study's familiar surroundings vanished instantly, replaced by the opulent, luxurious setting of his bed chamber. Rich, red velvet drapes hung from the walls, and a massive, intricately carved bed dominated the centre of the room. You barely had time to take in your new surroundings and appreciate the wooden surface killing your back before Raphael's hands were on you again, his nails trailing your body.
"There, much better. Now, let's continue without any further interruptions, " he murmured.
His fingers trailed down your body, leaving a path of fire in their wake as he positioned himself above you. The bed felt much nicer than his desk had as he cradled you and his weight settled over you. Raphael's gaze locked onto yours, his eyes not allowing you to escape, and he stared at you like a predator looking at his prey. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear.
"Remember, my dear, you came to me willingly. You wanted this, " he whispered. "And now, I intend to give you everything you desire and more."
Raphael's fingers trailed down your body, his touch sending shivers as they met your skin. You felt how his cock left your body, leaving behind a feeling of the cold air and the slick trailing down your leg, but you were almost sure that he was far from done with you. With a swift motion, he turned you onto your stomach, his hands guiding you until your back was arched and your hips raised. The bed's fabric pressed against your skin, and you felt like sinking into it. Your breaths came in shallow gasps as you felt Raphael's hand caressing your thighs before moving to your lips. Without hesitation, you took his finger to your mouth, tasting yourself on his skin, making you both ashamed and yearning for him. Raphael leaned over you, and you knew you had nowhere to run since you had let him this close to you.
"Such a beautiful sight, my dear. Obedient and ready, just as I like. "
His voice was a low, seductive murmur that sent a thrill down your spine. His hands moved to your hips, gripping them firmly as he positioned himself behind you, and you felt his warmth spread through you as he buried himself in you. You felt every inch of him as he began to move, drawing out the pleasure that felt even more overwhelming than before. It had been a small miracle that you could take him before, yet now, you wondered which god was willing to listen to your prayers as Raphael gave you little time to gather yourself. However, instead of any god, you found your body responding to him instinctively, moving in time with his rhythm, the sounds of your shared breaths and quiet moans filling the room. Raphael's hand moved to the small of your back, pressing you down as he increased his pace. The friction against your skin and the intense fullness within you combined into a mix of sensations that left you gasping and moaning, your mind consumed entirely by the present. His touch, his voice, his presence, all of it wove together to create an experience that transcended anything you had ever known. After a long while, the tadpole in your head was nowhere to be heard.
Raphael's movements were unrelenting, each thrust pushing you further into the bed. Just when you thought you had reached the peak of pleasure, you felt something new, a sensation both foreign and intoxicating. It took you a second to realise the slithering sensation on your back, but when you did, you turned your head, only to it be pressed down by Raphael's hand.
"Did I say that you can move? You've been so good this far, so don't start any trouble now, dear mouse, " he breathed.
His tail, which felt like a rope, wrapped around your thigh before trailing up your body. It moved with a life of its own, exploring and caressing, leaving a trail of heat wherever it touched, and you breathed deeply. Having Raphael push you down and split you with his cock, making you moan and having your slick run down your thighs was already a lot, so you couldn't but hope your body would stand even more.
"You didn't think I would let you off that easily, did you? " Raphael asked.
His tail continued its exploration, sliding between your legs and teasing your sensitive flesh, and you knew exactly what he was thinking about. Just as you were trying to say something, protesting to him, he silenced you with one swift thrust deep into your core, rendering your words into mere whimpers. Your body pressed against the bed, Raphael's body against yours as his tail moved with an almost sentient awareness, its tip circling and pressing against your hole. Even his cock had made you feel like your body was filled beyond the limit, so imagining what was to come almost sent you into a fight or run mode. Still, your body responded eagerly, craving the new sensation even as your mind struggled to keep up with the overwhelming pleasure. When his tail finally pushed into you with a slow, deliberate invasion, stretching and filling you in an entirely new way, you didn't want to fight him. The sensation was intense, a perfect blend of pleasure and a hint of pain that only heightened your arousal. It felt like your body had gone beyond what it should be able to take a long time ago, yet you didn't care. Whatever he wanted to do to you, how he wanted to ruin you, he could do that since he was the only one capable of making you free of what the Mind Flayers had done to you.
"Such a perfect little pet, " Raphael murmured. "So eager to take everything I give you. "
His thrusts continued, his cock stretching you and his tail moving ever deeper as you wondered how much more you could take. Just as you thought his tail had reached the deepest point, you felt how it moved away, only to push deeper in the next second. You didn't know if you should moan or cry or if what you felt was pleasure or pain, but it didn't matter. What mattered was that your mind was silent, and your body trembled with the effort to contain the intense waves of ecstasy crashing over you.
Raphael's grip on your hips tightened as he pressed to you, with each movement that was calculated to drive you closer to the edge. His tail moved with his thrusts, creating a rhythm that left you gasping and moaning his name before you realised what you had done. However, as soon as his name left your lips, you knew he was smirking at you as he picked up the speed, ready to drive you over the edge. The pressure built steadily, your body coiling tighter with each passing moment until it felt like you might shatter from the sheer intensity of it all. Raphael's relentless pace, his cock filling you completely, and his tail exploring you with unerring precision all combined to create a crescendo of pleasure that was impossible to resist. Your breaths came in short, sharp gasps, your body tensing and trembling as the pressure built to a breaking point.
"You are so close, aren't you? " Raphael's voice was like a whisper. "Let go, my dear. Surrender to the pleasure."
With his words, your body responded, a rush of heat flooding through you as your climax overtook you. Your muscles tightened around Raphael, your cries of ecstasy filling the air as waves of pleasure crashed over you, one after another. The intensity was almost too much to bear, your vision going white as every nerve in your body seemed to ignite with fire, and for a moment, you wondered if the devils of the Hells thought you were more of a banshee than a human. However, it seemed like Raphael still hadn't had enough of you as he continued to thrust into you, his movements becoming more urgent as he chased his own release. You could feel his rhythm falter slightly, his grip on your hips tightening as he neared his climax. His nails dug into your skin, his tail continued its relentless assault, and the way he pushed your body to the peak of pleasure again made you scream, even as your first orgasm still echoed through your body.
"Good pet. Take it all, " he moaned.
With one final, powerful thrust, Raphael buried himself deep within you, his cock pulsing as he found his release. The sensation of him filling you only heightened your own pleasure, sending another wave of ecstasy crashing over you as you felt how he filled you, yet didn't give you the option but to accept how his warmth pushed deep into your body. You convulsed around him, taking every drop of him as you rode out the aftershocks of your climax, feeling how his body pressed against yours. For a moment, the world seemed to stand still, the only sounds in the room your shared breaths and the rapid beating of your hearts. Slowly, you started to remember who you were, yet you still felt the warm, sated feeling that spread through your entire being. Raphael's breath was hot against your skin as he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder.
"You did well, my dear. Very well indeed."
As you lay there, your body still trembling from the aftermath of your release, you couldn't help but feel a sense of profound contentment. Raphael had given you exactly what you had sought, an escape from your mind, a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure. And in that moment, you felt truly at peace, free from the burdens of your journey and the constant threat of the tadpole within you. You didn't have to be afraid or constantly reminded of your situation when you were with him. Part of you wondered what would happen to Faerun if you never returned there.
"You belong to me now, " Raphael whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "Remember this moment, for it is only the beginning of what I can give you."
It seemed like if the devil could decide, he would more than gladly keep you here and whisper sweet things to your ear as he would make you into a mess time and time again. As you drifted into a state of blissful rest, you knew that you had found something you had been searching for all along, a place where you could truly be just you, free from the noise and chaos of the outside world. The fact that the place was where the devil was didn't matter to you, as you knew you would have the sweetest dreams the following night, as you weren't going to leave before dawn.