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Korilla observed from a distance, her eyes fixated on the sight before her. Your belly contorted with each forceful thrust of his cock, bulging with every penetration. The flush on your cheeks and the open, blissful expression on your face revealed your pleasure rather than discomfort. Your hand tightly grasped his arms, they reminded you of the texture that combined with wood and the solidity of bone. The fire from them never singing your delicate skin.

"R-Raphael!" you gasped, breathless, repeatedly uttering his name as if he were a god you worshiped. Korilla noticed how his gaze remained fixed on you, never wavering, like a wild predator dominating its prey. Raphael, in his ascended form, was an unknown entity, and she couldn't predict the final outcome. She had warned you to stay away from him, as Mephistopheles had never bestowed such a gift upon him before. Yet you defied her, approaching him and cradling his much larger face in your hands, kissing his tusk and proclaiming his beauty in this form.

She understood that one of the reasons he cherished you, his little mouse, was because you saw the beauty in him that others did not. You turned away even Haarlep, who was considered a more conventionally attractive version of Raphael. You truly loved Raphael for all that he was, even like this.

Beads of sweat formed on your skin, giving your body a radiant glow. Korilla had to admit, Raphael had excellent taste. Even the sounds of your soft moans and pleasure-filled cries, the way your body responded to his, made her envious of him, but only a tad in this moment.

It didn't take long for his pace to quicken, his large hands gripping your sides tightly, keeping you in place while he took his fill of you. His growls grew more pronounced, his hips moving with increasing speed, his testicles slapping against you forcefully. The outline of his cock was still visible through your distended belly, and she marveled at how you endured it all without screaming in agony.

"I-I want to be filled, please! I-Raphael!" Your nails dug into his infernal flesh, your legs attempting to wrap around him, but they soon went limp, falling to the sides as your vision blurred with sweat and a lust-induced haze.

Your arms fell limply above your head, your breath labored as your eyes continued to admire his exquisitely sculpted new face. Raphael was no longer just a handsome devil; he had transformed into a beautiful monster. You could feel the pulsations of his throbbing member inside you, hitting all the right spots, causing you to climax once more. This time, your eyes rolled back, a loud scream escaping your throat, and your toes curling as the waves of orgasm washed over you.

As your walls tightened around his cock, he showed no signs of slowing down. Instead, he leaned down and licked one of your sensitive nipples, his hot tongue grazing the tender bud, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. It felt as if your body was on the verge of breaking, yet you remain beneath him, never attempting to push him away. You trusted your devil more than any god, knowing he would protect you even from himself.

His large claws grazed the sides of your hips before slipping beneath you, effortlessly flipping you over onto your side. His cock angled perfectly to reach your most sensitive spots. Korilla watched intently as he wrapped his ascended hand around your fragile little neck, the claws lightly digging into your flesh. She knew it was wrong not to give you both privacy, but as soon as you removed your garments Korilla knew she’d have to stay  to ensure your safety. She knew Raphael would never forgive her if she allowed him to do something reckless.

The sounds that emanated from you, the screams and moans of pleasure, served as undeniable proof that he wasn't causing you harm. But still, he was a Devil, and anything could go awry. She watched as your hand gripped his, your head falling back, your eyes fluttering shut. "C-cum for me, m-my Raphael!!"

Raphael grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic, his tail swishing back and forth, knocking over opulent vases in the process. Your screams reverberated through the house, leaving no doubt that you had reached your peak once again. Raphael nuzzled into your shoulder, his tusks and bony face scraping against your skin. Korilla was certain you would be covered in cuts, but the healing bath would soothe those wounds.

A deep growl erupted from the devil, followed by a mighty roar. His grip on you tightened as his cock pulsed, finally releasing his thick, scorching seed deep inside your unprotected womb. Your stomach appeared several months pregnant, swollen from the copious amounts of cum. Your eyes drifted down to your swollen abdomen, your shaky hand caressing it as if there were a child growing within. The thought of bearing his child had crossed your mind several times before, and this experience only fueled that dream.

Korilla watched as his cock was milked, your cunt squeezing every last drop before the ascended Rapahel collapsed to the floor beside you. Careful not to crush you, his cock still buried inside of you. A low rumble vibrated against your back, his hands loosened their grip on you, his breathing beginning to even out. His bone tail wrapped around you in a protective manner, pulling you closer to him.

He was finally asleep, and you were exhausted. Korilla left the room with a sigh, knowing no one would dare enter and interrupt either of your slumber.

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As Raphael returned to his domain, an unsettling sight awaited him in the heart of his boudoir. There, amidst the opulence, was Haarlep, his personal incubus, cradling you in their arms within the large bath. Raphael's eyes scanned the water, a macabre blend of red and clear, tainted by the presence of blood. His gaze then shifted to his beloved little mouse, your hair clinging to your face, your skin glistening with sweat, and your breath laborious as your eyes remained closed.

But it was the sight of the tiny wrapped figure beside you on the bath’s edge, drenched in blood, that sent Raphael's rage spiraling to new heights. He didn't need to uncover it; he knew within his very core that his heir, his precious child, had been stolen away. With such a great loss, for the first time in centuries, his heart felt heavy.

"What happened?!" Raphael's voice seethed with malice, his clenched fist emphasizing his anger. Haarlep, usually insolent but now treading carefully, moved away from you and gently positioned you against the steps of the bath, ensuring some comfort. Approaching Raphael, Haarlep’s concealed their voice in a whisper so that you couldn’t hear, "It would seem that your dear tav has gone and lost your little pup-," Haarlep began, only to be interrupted by a warning glare from Raphael, “The lady of the house has miscarried," The incubus finally confessed.

Raphael's rage intensified, his words laced with venom, "I see that, you insolent creature! How did this come to pass?!" Aware of the consequences should they misstep, Haarlep treaded carefully, knowing their fate might just mirror Hope's in the basement.

In a snap, Haarlep summoned a cup, presenting it to Raphael. "Korilla brought this to my attention. A glass of deceit, a venom ever so sweet. It's tainted with juniper." Seizing the cup, Raphael brought it to his nose, confirming the presence of the insidious poison. It dawned on him that an intruder had violated his sanctuary, contaminating his precious little mouse, with this abhorrent act. Even as a devil, he recoiled at the thought of snuffing out the life within a mother's womb. This transgressor would pay a heavy price, both their soul and flesh, as Raphael vowed to exact a merciless retribution upon them.

It only took a couple of hours, but Raphael manages to track down the culprit, Korilla, once a cherished follower,  always by his side. Yet, for reasons unknown, she had chosen to betray him in the most vile of ways… As Korilla returned to his domain, Raphael awaited her, leaning casually against a pillar, his arms crossed in a display of controlled dominance. His face, seemingly normal, concealed the depths of his wrath. When she finally approached, he began to circle her like a predator sizing up its prey, his gaze never wavering.

“Tell me, dear Korilla, how was your day?”

Her voice was filled with falsehoods, twisting a tale to make it seem as if though she were gathering clients for him.

"Ah, ah," Raphael interjected, his tone laced with a sadistic delight. "The truth is far greater than that feeble lie of yours." His features twisted with a mix of disgust and fury, his nose scrunching in disdain. And in a snap of his fingers, the very cup from which you had sipped appeared before them.

"Justify this to me! Why I stumbled upon what is undeniably my possession, nestled within the grasp of Haarlep, grieving for the loss of my own flesh and blood? The stillbirth, wrapped in a cloth stained with the taint of blood!” He condemned her for the atrocious deed, declaring, "You invaded my sanctuary, forcefully snatching away my child from the very womb that belongs to me!”

Korilla stood her ground, her calm demeanor unwavering. "I did this for your own sake," she asserted. "That mortal was tainting your path to becoming the next ruler of the Nine Hells. I'm sorry, but it needed to be done."

“You thought you were acting in my best interest, did you?" Raphael's scowl shifts to a smile, "Your feeble attempt to protect me has only sealed your fate."

Korilla trembled, her once defiant spirit now reduced to a mere flicker of fear. She had underestimated the power and ferocity of Raphael's love for you, and now she would pay the price for her treachery. But even in the face of imminent punishment, a spark of hope ignited within her, "Raphael, you cannot blame me for this," Korilla pleaded, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and desperation. "I did what I believed was necessary to protect you, to protect House Hope.

Flames consumed him, "Your time has come to an end, Korilla,” Raphael growled, his voice resonating with a deep, otherworldly tone. "But fear not, for your sister shall keep you company as I flay you and adorn my abode with your entrails.”

As his true form emerged. He transformed into a monstrous fiend with wings unfurling from his back, a tail lashing behind him, and a wild mane of fire cascading around his head. His once simple horns morphed into a complex crown of infernal bone, framing his snouted face. Two additional faces erupted from his cheekbones, giving him a total of four menacing, orange eyes. His entire being radiated with the glow of infernal flame, and fearsome tusks jutted forth from each of his mouths.

Raphael approached, his towering figure casting a haunting shadow over Korilla. His claws extended, glinting ominously in the flickering light. He reached out, his talons grazing her trembling skin, causing her to shudder in fear and anticipation. With each touch, a searing pain coursed through her body, a mere taste of the agony that awaited her.

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Gazing outside his balcony, you watched as yet another red storm began to stir throughout Avernus. The wilted trees bend to the will of the fiery winds. The overcast clouding your view of the mountains, and with a deep sigh this dreary day has brought back memories you had thought you’d forgotten. A life full of pain and restrictions… But the devil took you away from it all, and gave you a new life with new meaning.

With a subtle startled expression as you felt your hand graze one of the small buttons on your wrist, you look down with a warm smile as you continue to run your hand along the soft cotton of Raphael’s opulent dress shirt. You nearly had forgotten that on days such as this you quite enjoy stealing his shirts. They always brought you such comfort and joy, who would’ve thought… A devil bringing you such comfort. It’s laughable really. Holding your arm to your lips you can smell the scent of cherries and sulfur, it relaxes your muscles and you can’t help but to thank him aloud to yourself, “Thank you, my devil.”

“For what, pray tell little mouse of mine ?”

And just like a tiny mouse, squealing wasn’t the right word for the noise you had just made… But with a tiny cute noise, you hastily turned around on his silken bed to face the devil himself, Raphael… He was always so handsome no matter the form he took, right now though he appeared human. His milk chocolate eyes watching you with interest, his hand resting on his chin. Everything about him was so grandiose and each time you looked him in the eyes your heart would skip a beat.

The Devil wasn’t perfect, he had his flaws just as everyone else did… He also had his own ambitions to rule the 9 hells… But, for whatever reason, those flaws made him even more special to you. Yes, he was the son of Mephistopheles. Yes, he is technically one of the “bad” guys, but… unlike the last villain that had captured you… Raphael was soft with you, treated you as if you were some sort of delicate flower that would  break apart if not careful. He had his souls he enjoyed to flail and torture, yet with you it was different… the devil had no need to put you through such horrors. He cherished and protected you like a dragon with its hoard of treasure.

“R-Raphael- I uh-… Thank you… For…”

Just his presence alone made you flustered, it couldn’t be helped.

“It would seem that the cat has caught this little mouse’s tongue.” A small laugh emanated from his chest, “How, precious .”

You grin at his response.

Damn near everyone would disagree with you, but in your eyes, Raphael wasn’t foul, not like Astarion was… This devil you came to know throughout your adventure didn’t hold you by a leash… Didn’t force you down whenever he pleased, or gauge your neck with his teeth to prove a point- Your flushed face reducing to a pale complexion as your hand cups where Astarion left his mark on you. A chill runs down your spine remembering when Astarion the Ascended chained you for days… All because you wanted to run out into the city for some fresh brioche and to say hello to Gale.

Raphael, a devil, son of Mephistopheles… Never chained you nor held you against your will. He let you run out into the real world…  Let you do as you pleased. You knew he’d make Korilla follow after you. But it wasn’t due to lack of trust, it was plainly because he wanted to keep you safe and out of the Vampires grasps.

Like a falling feather, you gracefully glide off Raphael’s bed. His shirt on you flowed at the bottom thanks to it being far too big on you making this scene before him look like it was out of a book- and into his chest you fell. Your arms wrapping around him while your cheek pressed against his arm that crossed against his chest.

“What’s better than a devil you do know?” You looked up at him questioning.

“By all means please do enlighten me.” His hand never left his face and his other arm stayed crossed over his chest as you embrace him.

“A devil thats your savior…” -You looked away from him, staring back out the balcony-, “I don’t think you’d ever find a quote like that in a book, but I’m thankful for you, Raphael. Truly. Thank you.” You press your face into him, your lashes fluttering close. 

Raphael would never tell you how he waited for your hope to whittled down to the very marrow of despair- how he waited for you to whimper his name between sobs while chained to the vampires personal bed. The Devil would also never admit how it pained him to see such a treasure being handled in such ways, yet he wanted you to call out to him. He’s still a devil after all… So he waited all that year, waited for you to call out his name for help, pleading to sign whatever it is he desired…

“You didn’t belong with such filth .” -you didn’t need to look up to know he was scrunching his face, you could hear it in his voice- “Fine beauty such as yourself belongs in a much more suitable home.” He finally moved his hand from his face to the top of your head. Petting you like some adored pet.

Raphael, from the moment he laid eyes on you, knew he'd make you apart of his plan forever someday. He just didn’t expect you to vanish all of a sudden… The damn vampire had ascended and taken you… All those years you were caged like some sort of animal. Nowhere to go, forced into things you wanted no part of… Living like a rat.

A rarity had shown its face as Raphael peered down at you, you didn’t see it and Raphael could only hope for once that Haarlep didn’t see the concern on his face.

Astarion still walks among the living, and Raphael can’t be everywhere…

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Your eyes fluttered open, your senses jolted to alertness by the unsettling warmth against your skin. As your eyes finally adjust, a vision of horror unfolds, your world stained red. The warm touch of blood sets alarms off within you. Disoriented and dazed, your gaze falls upon a corpse laying beside you, Haarlep…  Their body lifeless and their eyes devoid of the mischievous spark that once defined them.

Tears were beginning to well in your eyes as you reached out to Haarlep, your voice trembling with desperation. "Haarlep, please," you pleaded, your voice cracking. You nudged their stiff body, desperately hoping that this was some sick game. But there was nothing. Haarlep remained motionless, unresponsive to your pleas. A sob finally escapes you as you rest your head on their bloodied chest, your body trembling with anguish.

A sudden realization struck you, panic surging through you like a tidal wave, where was Raphael? Quickly you scrambled out of bed, your nightgown saturated in an ocean of blood. Confusion clouded your thoughts as you searched frantically for an explanation and for Raphael. "How could this happen?" You uttered, your voice trembling with fear and uncertainty.

The house of hope was shattered by a thunderous noise that echoed through the hallways and into the boudoir which drew your attention like a magnet. A knot of dread lodged itself in your throat as you rushed towards the source, your heart pounding with a potent mix of fear and desperation.

The scent of iron and decay lingered in the air, amplifying your uneasiness. You followed the trail of blood that painted a haunting path throughout the house. Each step felt heavier, as if every footfall carried the weight of impending doom. You had to find Raphael, no, you needed to find your devil- “Where are you!?” 

Swinging open the doors to the dining hall, your eyes widened with horror at the sight that greeted you. There in the middle of the hall was Raphael, bloody and defeated, hanging in the air in the merciless grasp of Mephistopheles… One of Raphael’s wings was mutilated and twisted at an unnatural angle, both his legs broken, his face tainted with bruises as Mephistopheles, his own father, squeezed tightly, threatening to consume him in an act of twisted possession. Tears streamed down your face just as your voice pierced the air, "Raphael!" You cried out to him, the anguish in your voice a clear reflection of your shattered soul. You yearned to rush to his side, to fight for him against the Arch Devil of Cania.

However, your reckless attempt to save him was thwarted as cold, pale hands encircled your waist, cruelly restraining you as the same cuff that cut off your powers was locked around your wrist in one fluid motion. Astarion materialized from the shadows, a sinister reminder from your darkest nightmares and past.

Holding you tightly, he pressed you against his chest, his grip unyielding. The touch of Astarion’s lips on your neck sent shivers of disgust through you, a taunting reminder of your shackled existence. "My dear pet," he whispered, amusement lacing his words. "Oh, how I've missed you." The echoes of the sacrificial ritual still lingered, the man you once knew still dead after the lives forfeited for his own gain. "Who would have thought that sacrificing those innocent souls during the ritual we performed would pave my way to Mephistopheles' favor?" His voice filled with sadistic pleasure as he reveled in the perks gained from the sacrificial acts.

The weight of despair deepened as Astarion's hand crept across your stomach, his caress froze upon realizing the small swell of your womb beneath his touch. Pure anger ignited within him and radiated from him as realization set in from the unexpected twist. "So the devil has tainted my perfect pet," he sneered, his disdain hanging heavy in the air. Your breath faltered, your heart breaking under the weight of his words. "But fear not, it’s a complication I can easily rectify." You ceased to breathe in that moment, your heart plummeted into an abyss of hopelessness as his words echoed through you as you realized his sinister intentions.

Haarlep’s blood trickled down your forehead, mimicking a tear-like pattern down your already tear-stained cheek as you watched Mephistopheles relish in sadistic pleasure. With ruthless brutality, he tore Raphael's mangled wing from his battered back… You tried to look away, but Astarion gripped your chin and forced you to watch, “Doesn’t this bring back such fond memories, my love?” You could hear Raphael’s anguished groans, each agonizing sound from him tearing through your very existence. In the cruelest turn of fate, a tragic finale loomed on the horizon as the curtains began to fall… Looking at Raphael you began to realize that your beloved devil was slipping away, extinguishing like a dying ember.

Astarion's head nestled against yours, his voice packed with twisted delight. "You know, if all you desired was a child, my little love, you need only have asked," he taunted, his hold on you tightening due to him digging his nails into your stomach, "Once we rid you of this abomination, we will bear our own offspring. A child worthy of an ascended vampire." Astarion laughs, “What a glorious honor for you! So many would offer up their soul to have such an offer from me.” He nipped at your ear, “Yet I’ve chosen you, it’s always been you.”

Your body trembled with repulsion against Astarion’s hold as the weight of your circumstances pressed down on you. More tears streamed down your face, mixing with the blood staining your face and nightgown. Clutching your stomach, you mourned for the life of your unborn child, for the love and happiness that had been torn away from you.

You found yourself stripped of hope and robbed of a future. And yet you couldn’t help the sullen laugh that threatened to escape, all hope gone while living in the house of hope, the irony…  Realization of your enslavement, the lives lost in the pursuit of power, and the innocent life growing within you... They all weaved a tapestry of unrelenting tragedy.

Now, as your tear stained cheeks merged with rivers of sorrow, you realized the cruel nature of your existence. In a world where betrayal and suffering reigned supreme, you were fated to be forever entwined in the grip of oppressive darkness. With every passing moment, your fractured heart whispered its final lament, painting a portrait of what could have been.

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He watched as you slept soundly, deep satisfaction on his face. There was a faint damp outline of your recently used sex, your hair a tumbled mess, and your bare form clearly wound tightly in his sheets. Tracing his fingers on your exposed back, Raphael felt just how smooth your skin was. It was like the first night he shared with you all over again, only this time he knew you wouldn’t stray. 

Thinking about the first time his skin came in contact with yours sent a shiver down his spine. It was the night he realized he wanted you at his side, as the lady of House Hope. It was a night he shouldn’t have enjoyed as much as he did, perhaps you placed a spell on him that very night.

Carefully creeping out of the bed he moved over to the chair across the room, his fingertips skimming down your body with a careful hand as he left your side. His chocolate eyes wandered over you, the sweat on your body from earlier giving you a subtle glow… Since when did he start to regard your beauty equal to that of a goddess he wondered? With crossed legs and his head resting atop his hand he thinks over yours and his tangled relationship.

You played hard to get in his game of cat and mouse, something Raphael enjoyed very much. The more you fought him on his every move the more he became entranced with you. Until that day happened… The day you came to his house and brought the chaos of your world into his. 

You attempted to steal the hammer after he was nothing but honest with you, his nose scrunching at the memory. You tried to bring the curtain down on his act, and- by all the nine hells you did… Down came your claws, my how the tables had turned. When it was time for you to bow and say your final goodbyes, no encore in your performance, or so he thought. You cut your final act short, and you couldn’t bring down the curtain on your grand finale. 

The way you had shouted, ‘enough!’ and casted teleportation on your party so it could be just the two of you. Without delay you collapsed to your knees and held his head in your lap, hastily looking through your bag for a potion.

Your hands bloodied and shaky as you poured the liquid down his throat, your forehead resting on his, ‘no more of this, I’m sorry Raphael, I’m so sorry. I never meant for this to happen.’ You had come to enjoy this devil and his games, came to realize you didn’t want to live a life without him. Even if it meant making a deal with him.

Despite that hiccup he could not recall another being more suited for him. You were strong, willing and insatiable. Even during the times he was away from you he recalls how you’d call out his name as he sat in his room looking through his glass ball.

How you’d sneak off away from your group to finger yourself as you thought of him. Your body responded to him in ways he had not known were possible before. He was accustomed to Haarlep, and he’s bedded with other souls, but the passion always burned out. Then you came to be, a fire so fierce it could never be extinguished.

…Everything had happened so fast that before he knew it you were coming and going as you pleased in his domain. Now, here you were… Once again.

“Raphael?” Your voice was faint indicating that you were barely awake with how exhausted you sounded. Leaning forward in the chair across from his bed, Raphael stands making his way back into the silk sheets. With a slight disturbance in the bed, you move ever so slightly to make room for him, “How are you still awake after all that?” You question his stamina which only makes him laugh. 

“Do you really doubt the stamina of a Devil, we can last much longer than you-” 

Cutting in, you arched your eyebrow staring directly at him, “Not according to Haarlep.” You give him a sly smirk knowing it’ll set him off.

Gripping your chin, Raphael forces you to look deep within his brown eyes, a dark chuckle emitting from deep within, “This cat still has claws, little mouse . Don’t be foolish.”

You were quite impish these days, you just couldn’t help yourself. It was so easy to upset this devil, simply because he was a jealous creature. You knew that Raphael knew of your past with Astarion, knew how he felt towards the white haired high elf… “You'd be amazed at the stamina a vampire has, kitty cat.” Leaning into him with his bruising fingers still on your chin, you nip at his lower lip.

His grip tightens on your chin while he hovers over you, a dark aura surrounding him. It was almost suffocating, but you just couldn’t stop. This was his karma for being so damn arrogant and forcing your hand that day when you broke into his house. “it’s a shame you never stayed for too long in the start, Raphael. To think what we could’ve accomplished together if you would’ve stayed the moment you met me.” Your fingers glide over his neck, “Did you know that at times I can still feel his fangs tear into my neck-” 

A flash of light and Raphael was on top of you within seconds, his wings stretching as his red hand wrapped around your delicate neck… His strong fingers restricting your oxygen while his nails dug into the sides of your throat. Your mouth hangs agape as an elicited groan escapes you. “Y-you’re th-the reas-on he l-laid hi-s hand-” You swore you felt your throat collapsing as the grip around your throat was unwavering, cutting off your air as he squeezed down harder. You could feel yourself going in and out of consciousness, your vision blurring.

You were purposely pushing his buttons, and all it was going to do was get you hurt. How could you deny yourself that though? You always enjoyed knowing that he had no problem laying his hands on you. Never minding that he’d be the one leaving marks on you. If anything, you wanted everyone to know you were claimed by such a man and allowed it to happen. What better way to establish how much he meant to you and what he meant to you.

Grabbing your leg with force with his free hand, he digs his nails into your tender flesh, blood slowly pooling around the tips of his nails. Your gasps for air hitting deaf ears while he repositions you to where he was snuggly tucked between your legs. Raphael was never on top when it came to Haarlep, why should he be when an incubus is nothing more than a slave to do the work. Nevertheless, when it came to you… Oh how he loved to make you scream, loved showing you just how much he can make you submit to him. 

With his hand, his claws continue to dig into the flesh of your thigh as he brings your leg up over his shoulder. Your hips lifting up while he keeps his hand pressed firmly against your throat. Your chest heaving. With one hard thrust he sheaths himself within you, causing you to let out a broken cry in ecstasy.

Raphael could see the way your chest heaved, the way your eyes rolled back, how you tried so desperately to speak. “The little vampling would never be able to give you the things i could.” he says while fucking your already messy cunt, “If i have to mark every inch of your flesh to erase that spawns lingering touch so be it.” 

He releases his hold on your neck, watching as the color floods back to your face. The blood from his nails on your thigh begins to ooze onto the bed. His eyes flicker between the two small holes the damn vampire left on your neck. Licking his lips, his tongue glides up and down the side of your neck over the scars before his fiendish teeth sink in, hard enough to break skin and banish Astarion’s previous bite. The moan you let out while his sharp teeth sink into your flesh causes his cock to twitch in pure delight. He would rebrand you as his.

Tearing his mouth away, Raphael’s eyes lock with yours as he licks his bloody lips. Thrusting hard and deep, his pace picks up, your body sliding up the bed.

“Shall I bring the little vampling here? Force him to watch as I take you for myself and show him that you belong to me and only me?” His eyes glowing brightly, a deep growl filling the room as his wings curl and his tail wraps around your other ankle. Your scent was intoxicating, like a sacrificial lamb waiting to be consumed. 

Your head shakes no, tears welling up in the corner of your eyes. This was too much, it was overwhelming, “A-all yours!!” You dug your nails into his arms, hard enough to draw blood of his own.

A low laugh escaped him, Raphael knew he was the only one to make you cum like this. Your blood and his dripping onto the sheets. He couldn't care less about the mess, the sight of his blood mixed with yours was more than enough to get him off.

He watches as your face twists in pleasure, the sound of his balls smacking against your ass echoed through the room. How your breasts bounced and your hands gripped his arms, trying to ground yourself. The way his name slipped from your lips, and how you begged for him to go deeper.

His thumb traces your lips, the pad of his finger gliding across your bottom lip before he slips his finger inside. Raphael watches as you eagerly suck on his finger, his hips still thrusting into you with a quickened pace. 

He couldn't even stand the thought of another touching you. Not after this night. 

The way you sucked his thumb caused Raphael to throb within your heat. His thrusts becoming more shallow and sloppy.

His cock throbbed and pulsed, the knot in his stomach tightening. Removing his thumb, his hand wraps around your throat once more. Your walls clenching around him.

Raphael could feel your body tremble, and your pulse fluttering beneath his fingertips. He could see the way your chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, the way the blood trickled down the side of your neck. You looked so beautiful, covered in blood and sweat, your cheeks flushed. His gaze travels over you, taking in the sight of you, memorizing every inch of your body. 

"Cum for me, little mouse ." He whispers, his voice husky and deep.

You're barely able to hold on any longer, the coil within you tightening and ready to snap. 

Raphael could feel the heat rising, and the pressure building. He wasn't sure how much longer he'd last, and with a few more thrusts, his body shuddered, his cock twitching as his seed coated your walls. Your eyes locked, watching each other's reactions.

His wings stretched, his back arching and a low guttural moan escaping his lips. You could feel his cock throb, his seed filling you. His hand never releasing its hold on your neck, the grip on your leg loosening as your body shook.

"R-raph...Raphael!!" You croak out, the sound of your voice cracking and barely audible.

Raphael watches as your eyes roll back, and your body convulses. You couldn't hold on any longer, your release finally hitting. Your muscles contract, your toes curling. Your entire body tenses, your thighs quivering, and your breath hitched.

"That's it..." He whispers, his voice deep.

His eyes glow, the sound of his name on your lips causing his cock to twitch again, his seed spilling out. His wings retract and his tail uncoils. He slowly pulls out, his cum leaking from your swollen lips.

Your body still trembling as he leans down, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. He can taste your blood on his lips, the tangy copper taste filling his mouth. You sigh into the kiss, the sensation sending a chill down his spine.

"Such a good girl."

Raphael couldn't recall the last time he felt like this, not since Haarlep. Even then, that was a different kind of relationship, one of business. This, what he had with you, was far beyond the norm. He was a devil, and yet you didn't seem to care. You weren't afraid of him, nor were you repulsed by him. You didn't judge him, didn't shun him, and you didn't try to change him. You played your own games with him, which to his surprise he enjoyed quite well. But most importantly, you wanted him for him. 

It had been a long time since he felt so content, so at ease. You were his everything. The thought of losing you was almost too much to bear. You were his mate, his queen. And he would do anything to keep you safe.

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Raphael tended to his duties amidst the solemn quietude of his archive. Engrossed in the scrutiny of a newly inked contract, the rustle of hurried steps reached his ears. With a practiced motion, and without a glance away from his script, he caught hold of his daughter's tail as she attempted to dart past.

The abrupt interruption of her sprint sent her tumbling, "gah!"

"Pray tell, to what urgent destination are you racing?" Raphael inquired, his attention steadfast upon the curling letters of the contract.

"Nooowhere..." came the sheepish, drawn-out reply.

Raphael's voice, still calm and measured, carried a note of paternal admonishment, "Venture not too far, and refrain from such reckless haste within the archive. These relics are delicate, their histories irreplaceable.”

The little devil, a mischievous glint in her eyes, nodded slowly, her tail now still in her father's firm but gentle grasp. With a reluctant sigh, she straightened up, her posture mimicking the elegance she so often saw in her father.

"Sorry, father," she said, her voice a mix of feigned contrition and lingering excitement. "I'll be more careful. But, um, can I ask you something?"

Raphael finally lifted his gaze, his eyes meeting hers with an intensity that belied his calm exterior. "Of course, child. You know you may always speak freely."

She shuffled her feet, the earlier urgency replaced with a sudden shyness. "Yoooou are going to meet with a client later, and I... I was wondering if maybe I could watch? I promise I'll be silent and still as a statue!"

A small, knowing smile crept onto Raphael's lips. "A client, you say? Very well. You may observe, but under two conditions: You shall not interrupt, and you shall learn. There is much to be gained from understanding the art of negotiation and the binding of contracts."

Her face lit up, a beaming smile cutting through her attempts at decorum. "Yes, father! Thank you! I'll be the best statue you've ever seen!"

Raphael released her tail, and with a gentle push, he encouraged her toward the door. "Go then, prepare yourself. But remember, should you break your promise, there will be consequences. We are, after all, a family of our word."

The Apple of his eyes nodded vigorously before darting off, this time with a skip rather than a sprint, her excitement barely contained as she vanished from the archive.

Raphael's eyes returned to the contract before him, the smile lingering a moment longer before the mask of the composed dealmaker settled back into place. He placed it down on the table so he could focus on you, the mother of his heir who slept soundly at his side on the opulent sofa, your head resting upon his lap as he stroked your head. His gaze shifted to the crown of karsus, the brown irises tracking its form, “A family of our word, indeed."

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Raphael's daughter returned to the House of Hope expecting the usual cacophony of the damned and the indebted. Instead, she was greeted by an uncanny silence that hung heavy in the air. A sense of unease prickled at the back of her neck as she called out, "Mother?" Silence was her only answer. "Haarlep?" she tried again, hoping for the usual sardonic reply, yet there was nothing. And finally, with a tremor in her voice, "F-Father?”

Her steps were cautious, timid as she made her way through the dining area, where only the soft crackling of the fireplace dared to disturb the quiet. It was a lonely sound, one that did little to comfort her growing concern.

It wasn't until she ascended the stairs to the grand hall that the silence shattered into a scene of horror. Blood mingled with lifeless bodies, staining the pristine marble with a grotesque tableau. She shrank back, fear gnawing at her insides, “It's okay... it's okay…” She tried to weave excuses, fabricating scenarios where her father's wrath was the culprit, a desperate attempt to shield her mind from the truth.

With each step towards the boudoir, the splashing sound beneath her feet grew louder. She glanced down to see water mixing with the crimson stains on the floor. The door veil that usually keeps strangers out of the room is now gone, revealing the source of the deluge; the healing bath overflowing, its contents spilling out in a ceaseless torrent…

Approaching the bed, her every fear was realized. The blood-soaked sheets were a grim canvas, and atop them lay her father, his once regal appearance now marred by disarray and violence. “F-father?..." Her voice was barely audible, a quiver of hope against the starkness of reality. Her trembling legs carried her closer as she begged him to respond. “P-please, father- say something…”

Her tears flowed freely as she reached his side. There was no rise and fall of his chest, no sign of the life that once filled him… “Father?" she whispered, her nudges growing frantic. “G-get up..." Desperation took hold as she climbed onto the bed, her small hands pushing against him, “p-please…” She tugged at his arm, “You ha-have to get up, mom will- mom will be home soon..."

She couldn't finish; the truth was too much to bear. Curling up next to Raphael, she laid her head against his chest, pulling his arm around her as if to shield herself with his presence, his blood now her own, as her sobs filled the room.

Footsteps approached, and a shard of hope pierced her grief. "Mom!?" But the sound that followed was not the comforting voice she longed for, but a dark, mocking laugh. Haarlep emerged, their expression one of false sympathy, "Fraid not, little one," Haarlep's voice was cool, detached.

Clutching her father, she looked up at Haarlep with eyes that begged for a miracle. "Ha-Haarlep! Help! Please! I don't know what to do- I- I-" Her voice faltered, her world shattering as Haarlep's smirk only twisted further, a silent testament to their betrayal.

And as Haarlep stepped closer, she saw how her fathers crown, the Crown of Karsus rested upon their head. The incubus grinned, her father's blood painting their lips, a sight so vile she felt the warmth drain from her body. Haarlep's tongue flicked out, lasciviously cleaning the blood away. Their command was cold, merciless. "Run from here, and never return."

Frozen by shock and grief, Raphael's daughter felt the very fabric of her world unraveling. The sanctuary of her home, the invincibility of her father, the loyalty she thought unbreakable, all were illusions now shattered. The House of Hope had fallen…

…

“NO!!”

Her eyes flew open, her breath coming in shallow gasps, her nightgown clinging to her skin, drenched in the sweat of terror. The nightmare had been so vivid, so visceral, that for a moment she remained still, half expecting to see the blood-soaked sheets and her father's lifeless eyes. But as the fog of fear dissipated, she realized she was in her own room, safe within the walls that had always been her sanctuary.

With a shaky exhale, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet finding the cold floor beneath them. The coolness of the stone was a small comfort, a reminder that this was reality, not the blood-soaked chambers of her nightmares.

Steeling herself, she rose and made her way out of her room. She needed to find her father, to see with her own eyes that he was safe, that the nightmare was just that, a  figment of her imagination.

When she reached the boudoir she hesitated. Her hand shaking half expecting to reveal the horrors from her nightmare. Taking a deep breath, she stepped inside.

The room was peaceful, bathed in the gentle glow of the candles and avenues. And there, in the large bed lay her father. His chest rose and fell with the steady rhythm of deep sleep, his face relaxed, free from the anguish that had twisted it in her nightmare.

She whispered, her voice barely audible, "Father?"

His eyes blinked open, and for a moment, they were clouded with sleep, searching for the source of the disturbance. When his gaze settled on his heir, clarity returned, and his expression softened..

"What troubles you, child?" he murmured, his voice thick with sleep and a bit of annoyance.

"I had a nightmare… Y-you… " she wipes a tear away as she confesses, the words of a child seeking solace in the presence of her father. "It felt so real."

Raphael lifted the sheets to his bed, "Just this once,"  inviting her into the sanctuary of his and your embrace. His tail curling around her in a protective gesture, as if to ward off any remnants of the night's horrors before one of his wings enveloped both his daughter and you.

She snuggled in between both you and her father, the steady beat of his heart a lullaby that promised safety.