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It was evening and Raphael had just finished sorting through some papers and now busied himself with plotting his inevitable takeover of the hells. Haarlep provided some “emotional support” and then declared they were bored and returned to the pool, splashing around and smoking their hookah. At least that was what they did at first.

“Haarlep …”

“Yes, my dearest?”

Raphael ignored the mocking tone.

“How do you think I will be able to focus if all I can hear is you touching yourself?”

He could hear the splash of water as Haarlep left the pool.

“Who said I wanted you to focus?”

The incubus came to a halt right behind him and Raphael could feel their hand on his hair, pulling it slightly.

“I can feel that you’re stressed. This-” They gestured in the direction of his notebook. “- is neither what you want, nor what you need.” Their fingers started to scratch his scalp and massage it.

Despite still having mixed feelings about the interruption, it felt too nice to not lean in.

“Do you want to know what would fix that pretty head of yours?”

“I am sure you’ll tell me anyway.”

“No, actually.” Haarlep’s hands retreated. “If you don’t want to play, I will find my own entertainment. Maybe I’ll go back to what I was doing... Or I could shift and harass the mouse. Hm… ”

Raphael turned his head and saw the incubus pretending to ponder their options. Just as Haarlep actually turned to leave the room, Raphael closed his notebook and stood up.

“No.”

And this is how they get you… always.

Haarlep stopped in his tracks. “Changed your mind, Archduke?”

“Perhaps…” Raphael shifted uncomfortably. He could just tell Haarlep to do their job or lose a limb- or two. But that kind of powerplay didn’t get him what he really wanted. He needed to ask for things and Haarlep knew that all too well.

“Perhaps I could use some distraction.”

“I am intrigued… Carry on.”

Haarlep leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on their lips.

Raphael made a few steps towards them, then stopped in his tracks. “You know exactly what I want, isn’t that what you claimed so proudly just a minute ago?”

Haarlep pushed themselves off the doorframe, folded their wings anew and closed the gap between them, looking down at him.

Raphael was in his human form, because doing chores and paperwork was much easier without a set of massive wings and claws, whilst Haarlep had been lounging in his devil shape. 

“Of course, but I want you to spell it out.”

Raphael felt their tail flick around his ankles. A simple touch that never failed to stir immediate arousal in him.

“And if I don’t?”

Raphael noticed very well how weak his defenses were. Pathetic.

“Still a brat, aren’t you?” Haarlep chuckled and placed their hand under his chin, their clawed thumb pressing on his bottom lip.

“Then you don’t get to play.”

They pulled him closer.

“And you do so want to play…”

Their bodies were now flush against each other and Haarlep could clearly feel what their soft voice and the self-assured handling did to him. Raphael remembered words that had been spoken by them long ago: “ You don’t know what you really want, but I do. I can feel it burning under your skin every time you come to me enraged, every time you're furious or drowning in disappointment. Everytime things don’t go your way and you wish… You wish someone would absolve you from that self loathing. Relieve you of yourself entirely. Just take, take, take everything away and leave your mind at peace. ”

He didn’t want to hear them back then but they were not freshly bound as Master and Slave anymore. Centuries had passed and Haarlep… Haarlep, he feared, knew him better than anyone else by now.

“Still ashamed, Raphael? Even after all this time?”

Haarlep moved their body against Raphael’s, grabbing his wrist at the same time.

Raphael’s heart thrummed. Almost every time he needed to fight through his internal barrier - This is a weakness and the hells are merciless. How could he behave like a common whore? How could he share his deepest desire with an incubus he knew was a spy for his father - 

Haarlep bent down and kissed his neck. The unexpected softness of the move pried a crack into Raphael’s defenses but he still resisted.

“You can pretend to be in control all the time, but you would never leave the bed sated. You know this.”

Their thumb on Raphael’s lower lip pushed into his mouth a little.

“I do.” Raphael heard himself answer. “I want-” He broke off again, unable to complete the sentence.

“Good boy. Go on.”

“I want you to take control.”

“You will be mine to command.”

Their breaths mingled, they were so close, he could drown in their scent of sweets and spices.

“For tonight and not a second longer.” Raphael pulled back just a little, holding Haarlep’s lidded gaze. 

They sighed. “Kiss me.”

Obediently Raphael tilted his head and pressed his lips on his incubus’ mouth. He had resisted their saliva for the longest time, now he just took it as a part of their routine. Haarlep opened their mouth, playing with his tongue, letting him taste them until he felt warm and hazy and so very needy. Then they let go of him.

“What-?”

“I just had the most exquisite thought.” Haarlep grinned. Their body disappeared in golden sparks, their shape shifting seamlessly into one that still wore his face, a bit softer perhaps, but with the harness bulging in different places.

Raphael’s eyes widened. “The Archduchess?”

“Surprised? I have been waiting for a chance to use her properly again. It is quite cruel of you to create her and let me use her so rarely.”

Haarlep let their hands wander over their female shape. Soft curves and lean muscle, small breasts and not as many ridges. They seized Raphael.

“Enough talking. Undress.”

The kiss made it easier to just go with the proposition. Raphael unbuttoned his doublet and stripped down pants and underwear, draping the clothes neatly over the chair. 

Then he waited.

He should not feel this exposed. Haarlep had seen his body countless times. Hells, they even wore his shape all day. Still… It felt different having the incubus eyes roam over his naked body, not doing anything, just waiting.

Finally they came closer. The archduchess was much taller than Raphael in his human form, so he was forced to look up at her face.

Haarlep caught his jaw.

“Delectable. This is how it should always be: You, following my every command. How nice you’d look in a collar with a leash. Or your pretty mouth shut with a gag.” Haarlep leaned in. “But not tonight. Another time.”

“Who said I will let you do this again?”

Haarlep didn’t even answer, they just rolled their eyes. “I don’t remember allowing you to talk. But since your mouth seems desperate for an occupation, I’ll give it one.”

Their hand moved to the back of Raphael’s head, grabbing his hair and pushing him forward until his face collided with their chest.

Their harness left access to their breasts and Raphael followed Haarlep’s guidance, tasting them, playing with their nipples, using his lips and tongue until they grew hard.

Haarlep let up a small sigh. Then they pulled his head back, their hand moving down between his legs.

“How hard you are for me.”

They spread the drop of precum that had formed at the tip, proceeding to let their sharp claw wander over the sensitive skin of his length.

Raphael shuddered involuntarily. Of course Haarlep noticed it.

“Second thoughts, my little brat?”, they asked mockingly.

Raphael shook his head.

“Good. Get down on the floor.”

Once he did, they knelt down next to him and gently pushed him forward so that he was on all fours, the stone floor hurting his knees.

“Lower. Show me your hole.”

Raphael felt heat flush his face and terrifyingly also his loins.

“Look who gets even harder when embarrassed.”

Haarlep didn’t sound surprised at all.

Raphael couldn’t see them anymore, he just felt their fingers roam over his lower back, his ass and his hole. Then, a sudden smack hit his backside. 

“Stop squirming.”

One of their fingertips, coated with some liquid, entered him. He could feel their claw scrape without hurting him.

“So tight… It has been a while.”

Raphael didn’t dare to move again, he just endured the feeling of getting finger fucked with claws that could easily rip him apart. His cock was so hard it was borderline painful. Haarlep added a second finger and angled them, pressing right against his prostate.

“Ah-!”

“Oh no, you’re not coming right here on the floor. Up!”

Raphael was pulled up and pushed against the bedframe.

“Haarlep…”

The incubus ignored him.

“Bend down like the whore you are!”

Raphael did as told, his breath quickend and his heartbeat thrumming through his whole body.

“Look who can be a good boy for me if only he is needy enough.”

All of a sudden an object pressed in between his cheeks, cool and large. Large enough to make him shift uncomfortably. Where did Haarlep even get all this gear so quickly?

“No no no, Archduke. No evading your duties. You will take me.”

Haarlep’s hot breath, their rough female voice hit his ear. They moved a bit lower and bit his neck.

Raphael gasped, knowing that their sharp teeth just left deep imprints.

“You will be a good boy for me, no?”

Raphael  didn’t answer and in turn he felt his hair pulled. Suddenly one of his arms was locked behind his back, forcing him to arch if he didn’t want to hurt.

“Will you not?” Haarlep repeated, slowly breaching him with the tip of their strap.

Raphael felt himself twitch and clench. His body opened for the intrusion, the stretch burning deliciously. He was trapped between the hard bedframe and Haarlep’s soft body. He needed more…

Haarlep held him in suspense, not granting him the relief of being entered fully, nor letting go.

Finally Raphael gave in.

“Yes! Yes, I will be good. Yes, please, Haarlep…” His voice shouldn’t sound as whiney but he was beyond caring. Finally they had him where they wanted. Incubi poison cursing through his veins, trapped and suspended with only one option left. To go with it.

Haarlep’s free hand grabbed his hip, their nails digging into his side and pulled him back against themselves, spearing him on the strap. They entered him relentlessly, making him feel every inch that his body took in. Raphael’s knees weakened. Now he was glad that Haarlep pushed him against the bed.

Once they were fully sheathed they pressed him down, making him groan as the overwhelming sensation of the new angle hit him with full force. He could feel the buckles of the harness pressing against his ass. But they just held him there, unmoving, buried so deep inside of him it almost hurt until Raphael struggled again. Of course it was utterly pointless and Raphael escaped a whine and surrendered.

“Ah, just like that” Haarlep’s voice whispered into his ear.

The words and the fullness almost sent him over the edge again. But Haarlep wasn’t done with him and they refused to touch his cock. Instead they finally started to move.

Raphael felt like his whole body fell into pieces under theirs. Pain? Pleasure? Fear? Nothing mattered anymore except for them taking him.

“Harder…”

“Fuck-” For a short moment he felt Haarlep losing their composure. They moaned, pulling his upper body up again, biting his neck, feeding on him, fucking him against the bedframe hard and relentlessly.

Whatever of his usual self remained, it  got crushed under the relentless thrusts until Raphael was nothing but hot and weak and needy, his only thoughts focused on wanting more, taking them better, being good, being whatever Haarlep wanted him to be.

Suddenly Haarlep pulled out.

Raphael cried out. The unexpected emptiness confused him. He turned around and found the Archduchess standing in front of him, tall and merciless and refusing his orgasm until she was pleased with him.

Raphael went on his knees all by himself. No words were needed, he would do anything for her.

Haarlep’s hand moved and the harness vanished.

Raphael felt himself being pressed against her vulva, dripping wet and infernally hot. Without thinking, he opened his mouth and licked up the wetness. Driven by the painful grip in his hair he was eager to please, their slick dripping down his chin.

He worked his tongue clumsily but eagerly whilst Haarlep denied him any touch, any friction at all. For once, Raphael didn’t mind.

He would have let Haarlep step on him at this point. Haarlep's moans indicated that they knew that. Their entrance clenched around his tongue. Raphael knew them well enough by now that he recognized they were close.

Suddenly Haarlep stopped him, pulling him up until they both fell on the bed, Haarlep on their back and Raphael trapped between their legs.

Not needing another order Raphael just went back to eating them out.

Haarlep’s right leg shifted until it pressed against his crotch, finally granting him some friction.

Raphael moaned with relief.

At the same time their tail snuck past his cock. Without resistance their tip slid into his wet and lose hole.

Raphael groaned and whined, the sound muffled by Haarlep’s folds. He lost focus, but it didn’t matter anymore. Haarlep already arched their back and came. Between getting tailfucked and rubbing against their thigh Raphael broke down just a moment later, collapsing on Haarlep’s twitching sex, feeling their aftershocks and helplessly shooting his load into the sheets below him.