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The House of Hope—How Ironic.
The word is an understatement considering all that you've witnessed—it was an absolute madhouse. Unfortunately for you, the dice of destiny didn't roll favorably on that day; You are now a slave to the Incubus whom you foolishly underestimated. You fought so hard against him but no willpower of any mortal could resist the natural charismatic magic of an Incubus. Not even you. It was like trying to fight the ocean but the waves of influential lust flooded your mind and the next thing you know—you drowned under him. Now he has your shape, and every day you feel—only god knows what—touch, lick and violate every inch of your body. What an embarrassment to have lost to a spitting image of Raphael, a pompous and infuriating piece of a devil. Gathering such intel was not worth the inconvenience of being tampered with on a daily basis and because of it, you now will yourself to stay sane. Unbeknownst to you, things were going to get worse. On one fine night, after a hearty meal with your companions. You felt the slightest tingle, a small sensation.
As the pace of your chewing slowed, you felt another sensation against one of your breast. You almost choke on your food as a warm and slick feeling runs over your breast. You realize what is happening and you are quick to down your food. "Excuse me, I believe I would like to spend the rest of dinner in my tent. I really must finish the next battle plan before dawn." you say and you gather another set of servings before heading back to your tent.
Once you have reached the safety and privacy of said tent, you immediately set the platter down on your desk and clutch at your chest. You bite your lip to conceal the moans that threaten to leave. Your legs shake, your face becomes sweaty and you feel a rush of white hot heat flood through your body as ghostly specter of hands prod at your thighs, and it's not too long until you feel fingers hook inside you. Your knees buckle and almost give out. For weeks it's been like this but tonight was the last straw. You cannot focus on this journey if your body is continuously being violated in a different plane of existence. So you've decided that it's about time to pay the devil another visit. After all, if he wants to even see the crown at all—he would need to meet your demands or you will feed it to Gale in front of him.
So without another moment to waste, you once again prop items on a summoning diagram you drew in the sand. Then it only takes a single step and you are once more in the home of Raphael. Except—you're not at the entrance. Your eyes dart to scan your surroundings and you realize—you've been transported in the Boudoir. Well at least your body is able to finally breath with all the pawing and prodding but when you take a step forward, you hear a familiar voice rumble in the bedroom. "Well, well. If it isn't the little mouse."
Fuck.
You almost let out a hiss and you turn around to see Haarlep on the bed once again, only—he wasn't the form of Raphael but rather you. He captured your form quite well, identical to the last detail. The voice you heard, was none other than yours. He has perfected you in every way. You aren't impressed by this though. "Haarlep, where is your master." you command. Haarlep gestures to look behind you and you do. There he is—Raphael sitting on a chair in front of the bed with a luxurious robe made with, possibly the finest silk to ever exist. It doesn't take a genius to know what's been happening in the room and figure out who has decided to indulge in your body. "Welcome back, little mouse." says Raphael with a smoldering expression across his face. "And what do I owe the pleasure to warrant such a—interruption."
You clear your throat and then you speak, "I'm here on a matter concerning.." your eyes flicker towards the replica of yourself, "..your pet."
He folds his hands together and with a glimmer from those glowing, devilish eyes he says, "Oh. I see. You're here to negotiate yourself out a vow you made towards Haarlep?"
"I'm not a fool. I know there isn't a way to back out of that."
"And yet—here you are."
You pause for a moment and your eyes turn to Haarlep then back to Raphael. "I'm here to propose a compromise. You want the crown of Karsus correct?"
He nods, "That is correct."
"Then if you want the crown intact, then I propose that you tighten that leash on your pet or else there may be a slip of the fingers and who knows where that crown might end up."
You hear a booming guffaw from Haarlep behind you as a smug Raphael chortles before replying, "Oh my dear, dear sweet child. It's not wise to make demands from me in general, let alone in my own home." he waves a finger at you and in response you let out a snarl. Then, he finally stands up and begins to walk towards you. His wings flexing and his tail swaying around. Now he is within inches of you and soon he cups your chin with just two fingers. "A deal's a deal. I cannot control a deal that I didn't make personally." You feel another set of fingers brush away strands of your hair from your face. You see him grin of admiration, "Such a pulchritudinous creature you are." he says, running a thumb over your lips. You smack his hand away from your face. "Don't touch me." you hiss.
"Oh but my dear, I already did."
"And several times over." chimes Haarlep. "He happens to like your—or should I say—our body." You watch Haarlep spread their legs, rather yours actually—shamelessly. "It's the first he's enjoyed in centuries. You should be honored. Half-elves don't normally catch his eyes the way you do and for once, I get to be someone new." Then you watch Haarlep's fingers glide across a replica of your core. "Such a lovely forest you have here, little druid." You stand there as Haarlep performs a myriad of exaggerated moans in perfect mimicry of your voice. Raphael seems pleased with this display but not you. You don't falter in this—sham display of yourself. Your gaze turns back to Raphael who has the biggest smug spread ear to ear. "Tell you what, little mouse. I have a proposition for you."
Oh gods. You already know where this is gonna lead to and you dread it. Fuck, Haarlep was a mistake to interact with. You should have just killed him.
He gestures "I will allow you graceful periods for your body to...shall we say, reprieve in peace. If.."
May Silvanus preserve you.
"...If you spend a few nights at a time of your choosing, entertaining us—yourself."
You take a moment to ponder to yourself. You calculate on this newly propose rearrangement. It does seem like a better alternate solution considering you would have control on most of the events but at the cost of sleeping with the devil himself. Karlach is going to be so pissed at you for this. Well you made this bed. Might as well sleep in it. With a deep and heavy sigh, you swallow your pride and you say, "So..you expect me to agree and your cost for such a proposal is that I bed you and Haarlep a couple of nights. Specifically of my choosing." your head turns to Haarlep and then back to Raphael, "I'm not quite confident that is the true cost considering if you wanted me—" you point to Haarlep, "—you already have the ideal version of me. One who cannot refuse you. I don't buy it. There is a twist somewhere."
A hearty laugh rumbles through his chest, and then a smirk appears as he proudly exclaims, “Oh it’s not that you can outright refuse me that appeals to me. It’s the fact that you won’t.” Suddenly his large hands pull you in by the hips and his smirk curls deviously as he whispers in your ear. “I felt everything through Haarlep. The way you bounced, the way you clenched against my cock and the depraved noises you must’ve made was undeniably…” he pulls you even closer and you feel his infernal heat radiating into your body, “..delicious.”
Your ears are burning. This devil wants your dignity as the cost. He wants to see you melt under him but—you’re not sure how this is going to work considering..his experience. On the other hand it might be easier—after all you are a master at getting men bigger than you to believe they are in charge.
You clear your throat and with reluctance in your voice you say, “Fine.”
He is pleased with your answer and he lets go of you. He then returns to his chair and his tail wags in anticipation. “Go on. Remove your clothes and when you’re done I want you to display yourself on the bed.”
Oh, so it would seems he is going to make it theatrical. How…quaint. You would have preferred that he would just take you on the bed and get it over with but this could work too. If you’re lucky he might not even do anything to you. You strip off everything, and now you are bare before him. You plant yourself on the bed and sit there, patiently.
“I said, display yourself.” He commands, and you roll your eyes in return. Then you slowly but surely spread your legs open. Your ears are burning from the embarrassing display as he watches. You can spy his arousal peeking from his robes. Then he gestures with a clawed finger to approach but he is not looking at you. Haarlep beckons his masters call and you realize—fuck you forgot about Haarlep.
You watch unenthusiastically as Haarlep, once again in your form, crawls and straddles Raphael. You witness this replica of yourself smirk at you before they turn their gaze to Raphael. There you see his hands clutching on the hips that mirrors the sensations you are about to experience. You watch as Haarlep plants your lips against Raphael and begins a passionate display of kissing. Your mouth feels hot and you try to distract yourself from this display of depravity. But then you feel something tingle in your lower region. You turn your gaze back and see that Raphael is teasing the entrance with two fingers. These same fingers enter Haarlep and in return, enter you. You feel a vibrant stirring sensation in your abdomen and you bite your lip to conceal any noises that threaten to come out. You watch in horror as Raphael hooks said fingers inside and begins to finger you. Your breathing becomes uneven as the action is being mirrored onto your body.
Your legs begin to tremble as your core begins to leak in betrayal. You fight to not give that man any leverage but his attack on your body is relentless. So what you do to counter is you keep focus. The duration of 15 minutes you keep that focus with an unwavering effort of willpower. You won’t come undone that easy. When you open your eyes you notice him. You can see him eyeing you from his cozy seat and knows you are willfully fighting it. He is a bit miffed that you are refusing him the noises he wants. Soon he stops his antics and waves Haarlep to get off. “Bold of you to be so vexatious in my presence.”
You can’t help but mockingly chortle, “You aren’t the first to say such a thing.”
"Such a disrespectful and willful little mouse.” Then with a snap of his fingers he makes a command, “Haarlep. Show our guest what happens to those who refuse to submit. In my image.”
Soon that smug of your fades away as you witness Haarlep obey and once again transforms into the form that took you in the first place. You watch as his large wings stretch and flutter about. His tail swaying and before you know it—he begins to climb on the bed and towards you. As a reaction you scoot back until your back meets the headboard. You are trapped once again and with devilish smirk, you are pulled right under him effortlessly. You are dragged across the sheets to the edge of the bed and soon over the lap of Haarlep, in the image of Raphael. You now lay on your stomach as Haarlep props you up accordingly and now your bare ass is elevated.
Your breathing becomes more uneven as you try to figure out what to do but before you could—SMACK!
You yelp from a sudden sting that ripples across your cheek. “D..Did you just hit me?!” You say bewildered. Then you feel another one before you could brace yourself and another yelp leaves your lips. “Naughty thing.” Haarlep says, “Those who act beastly deserve punishment.”
In consecutive number of times you are submitted to his punishment, crying out in pain from each hit that lands on your beloved ample butt—which by now has been marked with infernal hand prints. Your legs are trembling now more than ever from the assault you’ve just endured but it wasn’t over—far from it. As you lay face down, trying to wipe the tears of pain in the bed sheets—you feel yourself being pulled again. This time you have been propped with your lovely peach facing Raphael, who has the biggest smug imaginable.
Your poor cheeks radiate with heat and then once more, you are promptly adjusted like a doll and you find yourself on your back. Your head hangs at the edge of the bed and your view of Raphael is upside down but when you lift your head to see Haarlep, you see the way he is staring at you. You don’t like it. He has a look of hunger and his clawed fingers begin to travel across your body. Once you feel them past your abdomen, you close your legs as a reaction. “Oh little mouse, we’ve danced in the same arena before.” He whispers to you and you feel him grip your thighs. With a purr in his voice he says, “I’ve already marked you. I own you.” You forgotten how small you feel under the Incubus—but you must resist. You cannot allow this—you won’t allow him to win. But how long will you last a second time? Soon those large hands forcefully pry open your bronze legs and you feel his infernal breath against your skin. You try to push his head away with protest but then you feel a sudden jolt through your body. A familiar charm spell almost paralyzes you and for a moment you are in a clouded daze. He wastes no time in positioning himself between your legs—he clutches your thighs and finally his mouth is on you. You bite your lip again to conceal the noises as you struggle under him. He knows your body like the back of your hand.
His devilish tongue swirls around inside you. His greets every fleshy fold with a ravenous lathering. You feel his lips purse and kiss your fleshy Pearl—your body is ripping in lustful heat and you feel your abdomen tightening. Every step of the way you clutch and pull on his raven colored locks, protesting in small pleads of no’s and don’ts. You practically squirm under him and this amuses Raphael to see you in such a state. When Haarlep pulls you closer, his fingers dig deep into your thighs and you arc yourself the deeper you feel that tongue explore. Your head rests once again at the edge of the bed and your vision blurs as tears of the intense session well around your eyes. But through that blurry vision, you can still see Raphael. Who at this point has been enjoying the theatrics displayed and you can see clearly his full arousal displayed. Suddenly, your feel those large hands grab a hold of your ample behind and your lower half is elevated higher. That tongue of his plunges deeper and he finally manages to drag a guttural groan out of you. You can feel yourself climb higher, and higher until—he stops. You gasp from the sudden release and your lower body drops on the bed with a small bounce. You are covered in sweat as your chest heaves. You feel like your in a drunken stupor and when your head clears, you see Haarlep with an arrogant wet smug, and you watch as his tongue licks away your fluids from his lips. Your gaze returns to Raphael who then finally pushes aside part of his robe and then you hear another command from him, "Bring her to me."
You realize..this is only the beginning of this night of debauchery.