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HAARLEP

Mephisto had a few children. Some I've met, some I've heard of, some I've laid with. They all caused trouble after a while and needed to be taken care of, mingling in the affairs of their maker. 

I saw the displeased looks the court shared when the name “Raphael” was mentioned. The youngest of Mephisto's children. A bastard son, overreaching his station, thinking himself better than anyone at court. The almighty Raphael- always flying too close to the sun. 

 So to everyone’s joy, a few weeks after the crown of Karsus had been put in Mephistophele's vault, sweet and obedient Raphael finally snapped. Hard. The little pest had it coming, his ambition sticky sweet, has all but trapped him in the web of his own making. Rotten to the core cherry-flavoured bastard. The palace shook as the little cambion raged, in the midst of his tantrum. 

“You old fool, how can you lock away such a powerful weapon? You could end the blood war this instant Father! It’s not another toy I’d yet to see rotting in your archives!” Threatened the boy his voice so much like his Father’s, in tone and manner of speaking.

“I’ve had ENOUGH of your foolishness for one day Raphael, I’m warning you! You may be my child but do not mistake my mercy for weakness.” Mephisto snapped and a crunch could be heard echoing through the grand chamber accompanied by a pitiful wail from the little cambion - his wings flapping pathetically as he probably tried to get away from his father's wrath. 

Always curious, I leaned against the column of the Grand Hall leading to the throne room, from where a few explosions and whimpering could be heard. Nothing like a good spanking to keep the unruly boy away from the matters of “true” devils, his cambion nature making him an easy target for mockery and ostracism in the icy Canian society. It was in Archdevil's nature to avoid any unwanted distractions- his spawn included -his studies of hellfire being the only thing he really cared for, preserving and bettering its quality. 

As the grand door opened the little hellion limped out of the chamber, his jaw tight as if at any moment a whimper could escape those plush, red lips, now split in the corner, dribbling with hot, red blood. As the devil passed through the hall the air was filled with barely concealed amusement, a few fools snickered boldly, as the boy stared daggers at anyone who dared to laugh at Mephistophele's son. 

Little Cambion trying so hard to fit in with the big, bad devils. He was nothing but a snack to me. As he passed me, I smelled how sweetly his blood sang to me, hot and young, barely a few millennia old. Oh, he had that boyish charm about him, smelling of perfumes too strong, always trying a tad bit too much, making him look desperate for approval. On the surface just like his father, he was a creature of logic and knowledge. Reserved and cold as Cania itself. But his core, oh, his core was made of pure hellfire, just like his father uncontrollable and volatile, bursting into fits of rage. My little volcano, his smoke - my appetizer.

Did he excite me? Unbeknownst to him tempted the ancient incubus?

Yes. 

Like a piece of cake, that would be gluttonously devoured in the midst of a feast. Besides hate and love are such close friends, and by the looks of it, many struggled to figure out if they rather see the unruly boy impaled on their cocks or a glacier pike. Hah, debauchery at its finest. 

He wore a striking resemblance to his father, save for the pair of pretty doe eyes, now puffy and glistening in the halls of Holy Hell fire. His little huffs and puffs, clouded the icy air, as Raphael struggled to control himself and leave the soiree graciously. The dire wolves howled at the poor little devil as his tail twitched nervously, yet he held his head high 

“Farewell little Raphael” growled the massive gelugon, rattling its tail at the boy. “Run back to your rooms while you can child” The hall laughed at the commander's remarks, as the angry Raphael disappeared in a puff of red smoke.  

Frail - that was all he was to them, even a cambion of an archdevil, no matter how cunning and quick, could be easily struck down at any moment, Mephistophele's mercy being the only thing keeping Raphael alive. 

And Cania despised weakness, its harsh nature allowed only the strongest to survive. 

“I give him half a year Menzzoctros, with that attitude we’ll be licking his innards from the throne room floor in no time” said Cornugon addressing the commander. 

To reach your fullest potential is to understand yourself and in my profession- to know the secrets of the mind and body of others. To know your lover’s pleasure is to know their pain, and heartbreaks the bigger the better, whimpering in ecstasy, as you are the only thing that completes them, the only one that understands. Any fool can shapeshift, but few possess the charm to lure the client into the depths of their mind they feared to explore before they met ME.

So, it was a pleasant surprise when Mephistopheles summoned me, granting me an audience in his study. 

“Come child don’t be frightened, I have a proposition for you’d be a fool to reject” whispered the archdevil in his voice. 

He was 9 feet tall and strikingly handsome. His visage charming yet unnerving smile of self-superiority contrasted by his more monstrous features. His fiendish claws, bright, crimson-red skin, large, bat-like wings and impressive, curling ram horns all left his hellish heritage on proud display. Another source of contrast was his dead-white eyes against his long, straight, black hair, as well as his dramatic, flowing cape as dark as the deepest void. 

The offer was simple: Pay a visit to the Mephisto’s rambunctious spawn, use my charms for all they are worth, and conquer the „heart” of the unruly son. Distract him. Make him lose himself in pleasure, and crumble his plans, faithfully reporting back to his father. 

In my eyes, it was an act of mercy, a weird sort of affection only shared between a father and a son perhaps? Every other archdevil would rather see their offspring be killed if they defied them constantly, threatening to rebel against their maker. But not Mephistopheles. Perhaps he saw himself in young Raphael, his flawed overambition, his form and charm. The need to prove and conquer. The need for anything at all.

To me, it was nothing but a serious case of hereditary hubris.

“You see things clearly my dear Haarlep, I have no time for his games these days, not to punish, nor reward. But all of my children share the same faith. They get fucked over by themselves.” Mephisto proclaimed, his gaze still fixed on a tangerine vial in his grasp, as he swished the substance inside of it, adding a few droplets of a violet paste into it. A walking contradiction really. On the surface cold and calculating and oh, so boring, up to his elbows in potions, his horns peaking through the tomes of dark magic. But deep inside the Cold Lord was hot-headed and grandiose, ruled by carnal desires and dreams of domination and power, over his kin, over the hells and the love of his life - The Hellfire. 

“And this time, you want to see it taken care of literally-hah” I giggled demurely, the outcome of the meeting promising so much FUN, for my future. “It’s a delight working for you, Master. I shall set the scene this instant. It’s been a pleasure as always, Master.” I regarded the grand devil bowing, barely catching the gold key, that was tossed my way by the archdevil. A key to Raphael's private rooms. 

“He’s still in the archive, licking the glass separating him from the crown, ah, ever so willful my son. He should be back at any moment.” Finished the devil, waving his hand at me signaling that the meeting was over. 

Through the complex corridors, I approached the old tower occupied by Mephisto’s youngest son. 

Ink. 

Fresh parchment paper.

Cherries. 

I snuck into the study room, finding it yet empty, I plopped down on the chair near the grand desk. A bowl filled to the brim with peeled pomegranates caught my attention. I may have been childish, but then again I was dealing with a child, so against my better judgment I spat at the glistening red fruit, carefully mixing my saliva and pomegranate, with a big silver spoon, saturating every seed with my spit.  I stared at the painting above the fireplace - Raphael among the infernal flames smiling victoriously at me. Adorable. Like a kitten hissing at a very, very hungry dog. 

The master of the house was approaching. I could hear his confident steps down the hallway and the hesitant ones as he approached the door. I checked my reflection in the big silver spoon, as the door opened and the little cambion entered the room, not noticing me at all, his eyes plastered onto the stack of papers in his hands. Ever present this one. 

“So you're Mephistopheles’ naughty son!” My loud introduction did the trick. Raphael jumped startled, his reaction unbecoming of his heritage. Books and papers were flying in the air,  as  I put away the silver spoon and stood up and approached the cambion. 

“You’re a lot smaller than I thought you’d be,” I said while circling the devil, delighted to hear the distressed pounding of his infernal heart.

“What is the meaning of this, explain yourself in an instant! What are you doing in my home!? GUARDS!”  The little cambion snarled, taking a quick step back, creating too much distance between us for my liking. 

“Oh, hush, now little devil, don’t be shy! I waited too long to finally meet you. My name is Haarlep!” I said, bringing his hand to my lips, and kissing it gently, as he stared at me dumbfounded. “Gladly at your service.” I winked at the boy who looked flabbergasted for once. His eyes widened, but only for a moment, poorly hiding his embarrassment beneath an angry scowl. He snatched his hand from mine, hazel eyes blazing with fury.

“You’re acting too familiar for my liking… fiend.” He added after a moment of thought, propping his fists on hips and puffing up his chest, Raphael's sweet cherry breath now tainted with tart nervousness. 

“Pardon me for my good manners then.” I snickered, taking a step back, and raising my hands in the act of surrender. I waited to hear the guards racing down the hall ready to fight for their beloved master and found all telling silence. Raphael was a dead man in his fathers realm.

“There’s no need for that, darling I come to you as a friend, not an enemy. As for my forwardness- don’t tell me you haven’t met an incubus before little Raphael?” I purred, seeing a hint of a blush rising on Cambion's cheeks. “It’s only natural to appreciate a specimen as rare as you, don’t you agree?” I said while undressing him with my eyes. There was no point hiding what he was, a hungry cambion lured by his sweet scent. Lust never lied. I’ve caught his attention with that, feeding into the hereditary vanity and arrogance. 

“I’ve seen you, exiting Mephisto's Throne room, that took some balls, little Raphael. You’ve made quite an impression on me. Now, how about we talk some business child.” I asked as Raphael's eyes shone with interest. 

RAPHAEL

“I fail to see what kind of business with you I could benefit from, Haarlep. I have no use in someone so fickle of nature as an incubus. No hard feelings, you can still admire me from afar, but for now LEAVE!” I hissed at the man. The audacity! To enter his chambers unannounced! To do what!? Get into his pants? I think not! Any kind of relationship with succubus-like creatures was frowned upon by his father. They were fickle creatures, mindless and driven by lust. Everything his father despised. He avoided them at all costs, never laid, or persuaded one. Filthy creatures beneath his station.

Haarleps demeanor quickly changed. He showed me his fangs growling at me, his eyes almost black, with no hint of mercy in them, as he grabbed my chin with a clawed hand, spit hitting my face as he spoke calmly, towering over me imperiously. 

“You can hiss and scratch all you want, kitten but do not mistake me, I still can make a pretty feast out of your flesh boy. Where are your guards Raphael? Haven’t you called for them? Aren’t you in danger? Will I be able to control myself when you smell oh, so sweetly.” He buried his nose in the crook of my neck, his fangs scratching my skin not so gently. I tried to push him away only to fall back onto my desk, Haarleps's weight pinning me down, as he bit me, creating a pulsing wound in the crook of my neck.

“Get off me!” I screamed. “You’d be nothing but a pile of excrement when my father will hear of this!” I struggled to get away from the fiend, as he licked at the gash, his lizard-like tongue flicking against it. Tears blurred my vision, he was right, there were no guards to protect me. My father had made it clear I was as good as dead to him. My sadness seemed to fuel Incubus’s lust. Suddenly an involuntary mewl came out of my mouth, the sensation proving too much for me, I squeezed my legs and bit my tongue as I felt Haarlep grinding against my crotch, like an animal in heat. Disgusting freak. Disgusting. Fuck-ahhh.

“Good little boy, good. Relax, there you go, yesss you’re doing ssso well Raphael, do not fight me.” 

The incubus slid between my legs, his naked body against my clothed one. He was like a burning furnace, his tongue slipped into my mouth as I whined weakly. No, no, no! 

“Stop, stop it please, please-“ I finally seemed to find my voice, as I rutted against Incubus'shard length, fuck he felt huge, hard like a brick and wide like one too- 

“Please” I cried, overstimulated and confused. What did I plead for? His cock felt hot and heavy against my belly. “Haarlep, please,” I murmured, my mind slow and tired. What difference would a minute more make, being trapped beneath the incubus? I was done for. As good as dead. I hiccuped pathetically, surrendering to pleasure. 

“My, my look at you such a good boy, spread your legs. Wider. Wider!” He growled and bit the other side of my neck making me moan like a wanton whore, as I spread my legs further apart. 

“Let me suck your cock, little devil,” Haarlep whispered hotly against the shell of my ear, biting down the tip, as I stuttered my hips against his. “Say it, Raphael.” He spoke softly, voice husky and warm. “Say it.” Haarlep’s hand found my bulge and teased it with feather-light touches that had me on a crazed high.

“Suck my cock” I canted my hips right into his palm and buried my fingers in his long curls. 

“With pleasure little prince, I thought you’d never ask.” Chuckled Haarlep darkly. He thorns off my pants, my dick dribbling with precome, hitting my belly. The incubus looked at it hypnotized as if I just presented him with a fresh pie. His lizard-like tongue tasted the air around my length, the sight so erotic, that a few drops of precum poured out of me. Haarleps tongue dipped into it looking me straight in the eye, tasting my pleasure. I was breathing heavily, the rise and fall of my chest only increasing as I waited. 

“Well, what are you waiting for? I gave you my blessing, bon apétit you bastard” I glared at him crossing my arms annoyed.

“Hells, I just love taming little brats like you.” And that was all the warning I got before incubus swallowed my whole length in one go, slamming it into the back of his throat, one, two, three times, making me shoot my load down his hot, tight heaven in a matter of seconds. Pulling my hips as close as he could to his face, his long nose against my skin, not wasting a drop of my seed, my moans mixing with his. Afterwards, he released my cock, ever so gently, kissing it in a few places, licking off any excess spit or come.

“Thanks, I-I needed that '' I rasped, propped up on my elbows as I watched fascinated as he took care of me. It felt so nice. So good. I was good. I caught myself smiling dumbly at the incubus, as he got off the desk and stretched his huge wings casually, mesmerizing me with his succubus-like beauty. He was taller than me by almost a foot, his skin in various shades of blue, black long hair and a narrow face that promised mischief and debauchery. His black horns sharply curved upwards, the edges jagged. His elegant nose curved downward, sharp and pointy, giving him a noble look of superiority. And his smirk, exposing pointy fangs that caused me so much pleasure. 

“Let’s draw you a bath honey” Haarlep whispered gently, taking my hand into his, then pulled me hard against him, so that our chests collided with a loud smack. His other hand grabbed my chin, and I raised my head to meet his gaze. “The night is young and I’m still oh, so hungry for your cherry.” He sang playfully and buried his forked tongue in my mouth once again.

The End, for now,

Ta-ta.

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HAARLEP

We sat in the large, copper bath that gave a golden look to the scorching hot water. To any mortal, a quick dip would prove fatal, but to us infernal creatures it was pleasantly tingling the surface of our skin. The steam raised in the air, as a blizzard raged outside the window. 

“You do understand that you're done here? Without your father’s favour commanders will rally against you, and set a trap designed to destroy what's left of your reputation.” I broke the silence once again trying to reason with little cambion. Hells he was a mess, the point of this whole intervention was to relax and warm him up to the prospect of leaving Cania in one piece, settling in some dump and still doing what he loved most- meticulously collecting souls and being fabulous. A win-win situation. What I didn't have planned was babysitting an incoherent brat on the verge of crying. I've had enough of this idiocy for one night.

Raphael took a bold swing out of a brandy bottle, sluggishly leaning against the edges of a bathtub. Fire danced in the chimney, crackling lazily. He looked resigned and tired, lethargically exhaling every once in a while, his hazel eyes now dull, as If keeping them open was enough of a tedious task in itself. The boy had a talent for dramatics, I’d give him that. But I had enough of watching Raphael make a spectacle of himself for one day. Time to switch tactics-  sweeten the deal, so to speak. 

„You’re a smart thing” I flattered him, taking his hands into mine and setting the almost empty brandy on the floor. He smiled at me dumbly, his cherry-sweet essence now gone, replaced by a heavy scent of the distillery. Drunkenly hiccuping I held his face, our breaths mingling, as I continued. 

„Certainly too smart for this court I’d say.” His eyes followed my every move, as I caressed the flushed skin of his shoulders. His breathing slightly stuttered as he tried to suppress a needy whimper when ceased to touch him. Like a needy cat, but with none of its grace in his drunken state, Raphael moved closer to me, falling face-first into the water. I quickly pulled him out, grabbing him by the waist, fixing him on my lap, shamelessly giggling at the archdevil's son’s powerlessness as he grunted tiredly, now settling comfortably in the crook of my shoulder. My sweet naive boy. 

“Don’t sulk my prince, you have no reason to do so,” I said as I let the devil crumble in my grasp. “Who, was the man that captured the most souls in the past decade, hmm? Who was tasked with an impossible mission to recruit a dozen orthons and capture them within their contracts? Tell me Raphael, who was that?” I whispered, my tongue tickling the shell of his ear. I could see that the little cambion liked where this was going, a hint of a smile dancing on his pretty lips. „Could ‚that’ someone perhaps one day be the man to pave the way for the new order in hells?” I tickled his chin with my sharp claws, taking him out of his reverie. 

„Well I mean,” The words slurred from his mouth. “I wouldn’t say that I’m the man, but if there were a „man” hypothetically he might look a lot like me” giggled Raphael drunkenly, words sloshing from his lips, his finger pointing at himself in a theatrical gesture. Poor little fool, desperate for approval and sweet lies. But still so young and impressionable, an ideal piece of clay for me to mould in. Such an eager pup in desperate need of a master… 

I caressed his half-conscious body, lifting him like a child, his form hot and dry just minutes after taking him out of a fragrant bath. I took pity in his foolishness, but only for a moment. Endeared by the way he seemed to claw at me like a feral cat that doesn’t yet know how to ask and receive affection, I gently rubbed my spit behind his ear, making him shiver once again, lust clouding his fiendish gaze. He was showing me his belly in his drunken state, claws and fangs hidden, whimpering whenever I nipped the skin of his neck as I laid him out on a red silk cover of the bed. His wings twitched here and there as he got comfortable. He clearly needed someone to take care of him for a long time. Someone for whom little Cambion would perform his tricks, show just what a magnificent hellion he was. Show just how wrong they’ve all been about him, his father and his court, his cousins and siblings, the ones that lived, and ones long gone. 

I could be that person. I would be the chamber to hold all of his secrets, a home for his worries to rest in, burned in the infernal fire of passion. He just needed the right push. A taste of independence and power. A taste of freedom and glory. 

Hope. Such a tease. 

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HAARLEP

The bitter smell of fear awoke me from my nap. Stretching out my wings and limbs, I opened my eyes, and unconsciously let my serpent-like tongue smell the air and assess the situation. 

The poor cambion lying next to me was absolutely knocked out, breathing heavily, his red skin washed out and the fire within him dim. The Little Prince was indeed a fine meal. And there were almost no repercussions to what I did to him last night, and things may have gotten a little bit out of hand on my part. But then again the little brat was begging for it, screaming my name so loud, that there was no doubt in my mind that the palace halls were already raging with the newest gossip. 

  Oh, I haven’t eaten so well in almost a decade. And what a delightful specimen he was, still alive after what I put him through. He was greedy, and selfish in his own self-destruction, he wanted more and more, with no regard to his limits. He was immortal, but the human blood in him was undeniable, as well as his want to distance himself from his heritage, to prove himself above the limitations of what he was made of. Raphael could always reject his father, but he cannot escape his mother’s blood. He'll scream and try to wash it off of his fingers, but he'll never escape what he's made up of. 

I reached out to him, tucking away the curl that fell onto his eye. The cambion was having a rather unpleasant dream, from what I could tell, from the way he breathed and smelled. Maybe he was more fragile than I thought and I caused him some more damage than I thought… but then again, what a disgrace it would be for a spawn so formidable to lose his sanity to an incubus. Death in my arms would be a mercy for someone like him. But as romantic as it sounded, Mephistopheles had other plans for the spoiled son, and some weird attachment to his spawn. I could see the appeal and charm of the overeager boy, cunning and quick, the soon-to-be Duke of some hole-in-hells I was about to seduce. 

A blushing apple ready to be plucked. Precious and rare, an infinite meal ticket I was about to misuse as long as I could. 

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Sticking my spit-coated finger into Raphael's mouth was a dumb idea after exchanging way too many kisses previously. What could I say, I’m not a saint, I wasn’t particularly focused on keeping my lover alive at the moment when he begged me for more and more, as I still hungered. I sapped his energy hot and volcanic, feeling so alive as I fucked his throat with my fingers. Whatever dignity Raphael had left him half an hour ago, as he convulsed, tossing as he came from my kisses, screamed from my slaps and bites. Frankly, I have no idea what we were doing, wrapped around each other, humping air like a pair of stray dogs.  When Raphael moaned cross-eyed when I called him „my little plaything” I knew it was time to wrap things up. 

„You’re gonna be a good boy for me and let me have my fill won’t you?” I grabbed his hips, his dick slapping mine. I grabbed both of us into my hand giving a few tugs to our erections, stopping when I felt him twitch, his abs constricting, and before I knew it he was coming into my hand, dick still hard. Hells, the poor prince was about to experience the succubi hangover of his lifetime, come the morning. His cheeks flushed crimson red, as I chuckled at his lack of constraint. 

„I bet you’re dying for someone to fill you up Raphael, just bend you over and have their way with Mephisto’s spoiled little brat!” I laughed at the way the words made him stop in his tracks for a second before he returned to dry-humping me once again. „Open your legs, darling, you’re in for a treat” I hissed, and assessed my position between his legs. 

 Raphael nodded dumbly, gaze unfocused, anticipation dancing under his skin. Cambion’s chest heaved and his flushed red, hard cock  was leaking translucent precome against his belly. All because of me -  between his trembling legs. 

"Wider, honey." I dived in between his cheeks and licked  Raphael’s rim with just the tip of my tongue. Little Cambion moaned and did the exact opposite, squeezing his thighs around my ears, pinning me in place with the secure hold of his hand on my horns. 

„Naughty, naughty, I said wider.” Once again, I spread his quivering thighs, hiking them up higher. Looking up I saw Raphael’s flushed face, his big doe eyes full of wonder and curiosity. I stroked his thighs gently in soothing motions, as I leaned into his crotch. So hot and heavy yet so fragile and careful, he watched fascinated as I gently licked the flushed head of his cock earning myself an adorable twitch accompanied by a release of pearlescent precome. A wet trail of kisses led me to his balls as I nipped on them gently, swallowing them whole, as I rubbed my thumb on fiends frenulum, in a ticklish manner. 

“Ah, ah, don't stop please” squealed Raphael as he dribbled on his stomach, canting his hips towards my welcoming mouth. His moans were a symphony to my ears, varying from shy, excited and downright whorish. 

„Look at you little prince, begging so prettily for a mere servant of your father. What would he say if he ever saw you like this, hmm?” I said haughtily. One might say it was a stupid thing to do, but if I didn’t know the desires of my clients I wouldn’t be out of a job, I would be dead. And staring into his yellow eyes I saw a little spoiled boy in need of a hard spanking.

RAPHAEL 

„Be a good boy now and stay still,” Haarlep hummed into the crook of my thigh, nipping at the hot skin, leaving a fresh trail of hickeys down my leg. Playfully pressing into the tight rim of my ass with a thumb, They hummed in approval at the whine that tumbled from my lips. I was so turned on I could tell where I was, or if it was safe to let my guard down so much … I felt so much pleasure. From the tips of my horns to the end of my tail I needed to be fucked. 

Deciding I’d had enough waiting, I pushed the incubus's head into my ass and felt a hit tongue pressed flat to my hole as he started to lap at it like a dog. 

“Yes!” I screamed as Haarlep obliged, running his tongue along my rim again. Spreading my hole apart with his thumbs, Haarlep pressed his tongue into my asshole. He watched me thrash and moan underneath him, growling at any sign of disobedience when I tried to get away from his merciless tongue. Could I come from this alone? 

Haarlep pressed a finger in alongside his tongue, searching for the bundle of nerves that made me see stars and beg for more. Words cascaded out of my mouth, yet for the first time in my life I was sure of it, I was making no sense. I mumbled and screamed gibberish, so loudly that I felt my voice giving out after a while. Haarlep suddenly brushed against my prostate. Making me scream and raise my hips to the touch, whining and begging for more, harder, faster. But instead of an impending orgasm, I received a sharp smack against my ass.

HAARLEP

“Behave,” I growled. A thick string of saliva connected my lips and Raphael's fluttering slick hole. It winked at me cutely and I played with it for a while, before turning my brat around, and getting him on all fours. For a cambion, Raphael was incredibly sensitive, his skin perky and thick just begging to be marked. I dived my head once again, my lips closing around the puckered rim, hands palming his ass. Kissing it and tapping lightly, then relaxing it and giving it a few licks with my tongue laid flat I grabbed his cock and bent it backwards. Raphael whined pitifully, his head hitting the pillows as I milked his cock for all it was worth. 

„ Aaa, NO, no cumming for my little slut, come on, we will have to stop our playtime if you can't hold your own baby,” I said menacingly. I heard him scream into the pillow his frustration, sending him into hysterics. Gods! What a nasty little brat. 

I buried my face between his plump cheeks. The undignified squeaks left Cambion's lips, making me chuckle right onto his entrance, the vibrations turning him on even more. 

“Moore” blurted out Raphael, thrusting his ass onto my tongue, his back arched almost painfully. I gave his cock a few tugs and then squeezed it hard, making Raphael shriek, as his overstimulated body turned pain into pleasure. 

“Good little pet good, begging me so prettily for more” I whispered seductively, the praise warming up Raphael’s whole body, making him hotter to the touch. 

“Now don’t be shy, spread those cheeks for me. I need to see that precious little hole up close before I ruin it. Do you want Raphael? Show me how much you need it”

By now Raphael was a quivering mess, his face smushed into a pillow, his hands on each of his asscheeks, spreading himself open for me like the little slut he was. I gently trailed his entrance with my clawed finger, my spit thickly coating the hole, that fluttered adorably as I blew hot air on it. 

“Fuck you’re so sensitive” I growled as I lined my dick with his hole and teased his entrance slipping just the tip inside him a few times, making him a babbling mess, as he tried to impale himself onto my dick. The sweet scent of tears filled the air as I heard him snivelling into the pillows. He finally looked at me, his eyes red, bite marks all over his neck, his bottom lip split and quivering. And then he scowled at me and -

„Fuck me or you will regret it! Now!” He growled imperiously, his eyes blown out and crazed, his expression turning from helpless and needy to predatory in mere seconds. Well, shit. It just occurred to me how much spit I pumped into the bastard, basically coating him whole with it.  I knew I entered dangerous territory. After all, Raphael had his father’s temper and knack for losing his shit. But I was a professional. I felt the energy in the room shift as our lust turned into fury. 

With no warning I slammed into him, setting a merciless pace that was in no way friendly nor romantic and I began to drain him, my body devouring his powers bit by bit. He will learn his lesson the hard way. Bastard!  Who did he think he was! I shall bring Mephisto tied with a ribbon made out of his innards. Ungrateful! Spoiled! 

„Worthless little cambion!” I hissed, all boundaries forgotten as I closed my fingers around his throat, squeezing hard. „ Take it! Take it all!” I growled and bit his neck, drawing blood. 

 “Haarlep… oh, right there! Yes! Fuck me!” Screamed Raphael, and I felt his body twitch all over. With a free hand, I played with his nipples that I saw he was trying to rub against the bedding. I took his weeping cock into my hand and started jerking him off while pounding into his ass. Our flesh slapping, so hot I swear I saw sparks flying when I slammed into him particularly hard. I was about to cum soon. And he needed just a push to tip over the edge. 

„I wanted you from the moment I saw you” I rasped in between thrusts. „ I shall make you a king, my sweet prince.” And with that I changed my form into his as I felt myself coming, therefore giving Raphael the orgasm of his lifetime.

RAPHAEL 

I rushed through the corridors, guards bowing as I went deeper into the castle. 

I was done for.

Getting publicly humiliated by my father, disrespecting him and then inviting an incubus into my bed. A total loss of control followed by a pathetic display of powerlessness. All of my secret plans, goals and desires, fears and wants, were nicely laid on a golden platter for the incubus to partake in and have a taste. 

Letting a fucking spy into my bed. 

He was gone when I woke, my body almost instantly gripped by dread of what awaited me. Unfortunately getting thrown around the throne room would be the least of my worries in the current climate. The incubus, as lovely as they were… was a spy of my dear father. And daddy dearest would surely not approve the drunken promises of conquest that surly fell out of my lips last night. I had to flee. I had to beg. I had to deny and blame the incubus. 

I had to see my father. I had to avoid him at all costs. I had a plan. I had thousands of them! I had no plan. 

No plan. 

No plan. 

No way out. 

Panic settled in my chest, the headache I woke up with almost unbearable, splitting my skull open, I wanted to peel the skin back like a ripe orange. 

Maybe I could find the wretched thing, and accuse it of conspiring with Father’s beloved superior Asmodeus? After all, he was a creature of the Abyss, fickle in its nature, switching allegiances as they saw fit… and all of the succubi left abbeys first to have their training in Nessus…

A cold flash attacked my body, a vision manifested as clear as day on a hot summer, my eyes bulging out of my skull, as I choked on my own blood, spilling it onto the mosaic floor of the throne room. Crowds of laughter in the air and Mephisto's foul-mouthed heir, accusing his maker of stupidity - bested by a simple incubus. Father would have none of that. No pity for the fool.  

Right now I was late to a meeting with a client, my hair usually carefully laid out was now getting into my eyes, my body was exhausted from the romp with an incubus and my senses were dull as a butter knife. 

Just fucking great. 

Maybe there was no need to come back from the human world, I could just stick to being … Hells what the hell was I even thinking about, living among mortals like some scared little mouse! No! I was made for bigger things! Great victories and glory of triumph! I was made of pure hellfire, the very essence of Bator. I was, I was-

Face to face with Haarlep. 

In my bed. 

They were still asleep. Their face smushed into the pillow as their wings stirred slightly with every breath they took. 

I was lying on my side, confused still under a haze of our nightly make-out session. When I moved slightly all of my muscles hurt. My ass felt as if I let a battering ram through it. I felt it dribble some cum out onto the bedding. Disgusting. But weirdly I couldn’t care less for the state I was in. I stayed still for what felt like a century hoping for an answer to my troubles. Was it safe to be seen with them? Would father care? Would there be gossip in the afternoon when they will leave my quarters? Was I even important enough to be talked about?

Was I a dead man? 

The whole thing made me want to stay in bed forever. The bedding smelled faintly of Haarlep's comforting aroma, lulling me into a state of calm and confusion. I was so uncomfortable with my state, yet so resigned with my duties I let the sleep take over me, hoping for a more pleasant dream. Something in me roared to take action, but I let it die and simmer out as once again I came to a conclusion that whatever faith awaited me in the future, has been already sealed by my dear father. 

And I was so tired, so tired and washed out of ambition, I was sure if I looked in the mirror, there would be a stranger staring at me. I could only hope I would no longer care.