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Raphael Treatos!

@crystalizedbloodd You requested a Mephistopheles fic, and here it is! I do still have plans for a multichap, but until then, I hope you enjoy your treato.

Songbird

The arrival of Infernal slavers at his court was a welcome sight.  The Lord of the Eighth enjoyed examining the goods only to reject them and send them to lesser Hells or bring the poor fools to be tortured in his dungeons or stored in his menagerie.

Mephistopheles sat on his throne and motioned for the slavers to show him their fresh wares.  A chained man emerged from the box, struggling against his restraints.  It wasn’t long before the foolish man was cowering and trying to savor his own body heat.  The raging barbarian was a good find for the menagerie and his arenas, and Mephistopheles motioned for his valets to provide the slavers with coin.

The cambions monitoring the box prodded at the next poor fool with a stick.  Mephistopheles waited impatiently to see what else the slavers had brought him.  A disgraced paladin, perhaps?  Some sort of foolish commoner who was down on their luck?  With the amount of prodding it took to bring the next mortal forward, they had to be delectable.

A pale, frail young human woman stumbled out of the box.  The slaver’s lash nipped impatiently at the back of her ankles, and she stumbled forward.  She was barely dressed, whatever clothes she had been wearing prior having been shredded by the slavers or the other beings in the box.

Her bare feet stepped quickly on the ice of the court floor.  She said nothing, but didn’t shrink in his presence.  Mephistopheles looked the girl over before nodding again to his valet to pay for his newest slave.

The girl was shuddering in the chill of the Canian atmosphere.  Mephistopheles motioned her forwards with the curl of a claw.  The girl resisted, moving quickly and trying to prevent her poor, mortal flesh from freezing.  It only took a moment before one of Mephistopheles’s guards pushed her forwards.  She slipped on the ice and fell to her knees before his throne.

The Lord of the Eighth tutted before one of his servants picked the frozen girl up off the floor and pressed her into his lap.  It only took a snap before an Infernal fur sat in his hands and he wrapped it around his newest trinket.

“What skills and value do you have, girl?” the Archdevil asked.  “I hope you are worth the price that I paid for you.”

She sat firm and unmoving.  “I was a bardess, before, my Lord.”

Mephistopheles stroked the fur that covered her shivering form.  “And your instrument?”

“I sing, my Lord.”

Mephistopheles motioned impatiently for her to demonstrate.  The girl’s voice was initially shaky and dry, but it only took a few lines for her to relax as she sang, perched on his lap.

The mortal girl’s voice was pleasant.  Mephistopheles could see how she was successful enough to travel Toril before she was snatched up by Infernal slavers.

“I hope that pleases you, my Lord,” she murmured into his chest.  Mephistopheles snapped and she was taken away to his menagerie.  The archdevil would visit her the next time he wanted to view his trinkets.

A few days later, Mephistopheles wandered his dungeons and went to visit his pets.  The barbarian was pacing like a captured tiger.  That mortal would need to be tested in the arena, and soon.

Mephistopheles stopped in front of the cell that held his bardess.  The small creature was curled up in the Infernal fur, and seemed hesitant to come out of her cocoon.

When she saw him waiting outside of her bars, the bardess walked towards him quietly.  Her bare feet moved quickly over the icy floor to stop the potential for frostbite on the soles of her feet.  Mephistopheles stroked her face, and she seemed to melt into his touch, waiting for more warmth.

“How is my newest pet?” the archdevil inquired.

“Cold, my Lord,” she responded quietly.  He huffed.  Few of his prizes said anything other than that they were well treated when he strolled his menagerie.

Mephistopheles snapped to call over the keeper of his trinkets.  “See that a brazier is brought to her, and that she learns songs from the Hells.”  The order was taken easily, and Mephistopheles returned to his court.  It couldn’t be more than a day or two before his bardess would learn the songs he enjoyed.

The Lord of the Eighth visited her the following day at her cell.  A warm Hellfire brazier burned at the center of her cell.  She was still wearing the fur but seemed more content.

“My Lord,” his creature bowed to him.

“I wish for a song.”  Mephistopheles only needed to ask for it, and his bardess obliged.  She had learned the songs of the Hells in a short time, and the Lord of the Eighth was well pleased.

He sat in his court, ruling over Cania and asked for his guards to bring him the bardess.  She sat perched in his lap and would sing for him as he pleased.  A contented hum rumbled in his chest as she sang his favorites.

It was time for him to free the girl from her cage.

She sang sweetly below him as he took her in his bed.  Mephistopheles enjoyed the noises that she would make.  She was sweet.  He was warm.

Over and over again, she sang beneath him.

Mephistopheles kept her perched on his lap as he held court.  His mortal was becoming more and more fat and round.  She sang for him as often as he wished.  He patted her belly, eager to see what was contained within her.

The Lord of the Eighth could hear the cries of his songbird.  She was in a proper bed for her labors.  She was screaming and crying, her songs ringing through the Halls of Mephistar.

Mephistopheles knew this was her final song.  The scent of blood was heavy in the air.  He entered the birthing chamber and heard the cries of his newest child.  A cambion.

Tears lined the eyes of his songbird.  She was bleeding profusely as an infant was placed on her chest.  Mephistopheles watched as her skin paled and she began to slip away.

“A name?” she asked quickly.

“Raphael,” Mephistopheles responded.

Within a few moments, her song was permanently silenced.

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Infernal Jurisprudence: Chapter 6

Summary: Raphael crashes a Tiefling party.

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Rating: SFW. Fortunately? Unfortunately?

Chapter 6: The Party

Raphael was fully confident that Tav and her companions would be successful in their goal of finding the druid.  After all, Tavara was going to bring him the Crown of Karsus, and he could hardly expect to see a few goblins and a Hobgoblin present any sort of challenge.

It was almost boring to see the lack of effort required for his prized adventurers to carve through the hordes of pathetic beasts and the Hobgoblin.  Although, the sight of the burning Tiefling chopping the Drow into unrecognizable pieces with an axe and befriending some spiders in a pit provided a modest amount of entertainment.  It was nothing quite as sweet as watching giant spiders desiccate hordes of debtors, but it was entertainment nonetheless.

To what should have been no one’s great surprise, the dubious, friendly brown bear turned out to be the missing druid in disguise.  Raphael’s investments returned to the grove and a joyful celebratory party was planned for the entire grove that very evening.  Raphael found the suggestion of a joyful celebration tedious, but he was glad the adventurers would finally stop procrastinating on finding the Absolute and retrieving his Crown.  He was finding it frustrating to watch them haggle with Zhent, meddle with Hags, and waste their time rescuing wayward counselors from burning buildings.  Finally, they would stop wasting so much time and make haste to the Shadow Cursed lands.

Raphael had grown weary of watching his adventurers via his scrying mirror.  If Tavara was going to successfully retrieve the Crown of Karsus for him, he needed to get closer to her.  Korrilla would provide additional surveillance, of course, to ensure she wasn’t in true danger, but Raphael needed to become much more active in her travels.  He, the great Raphael, needed to guide the Little Mouse, so she would retrieve his Crown and gift him the Hells.

Raphael snapped and appeared in the thinning trees by the waters of the Chionthar, the ruckus of a party apparent from the clearing where the adventurers usually set up their tents.  He could smell woodsmoke and various peasant foods cooked over a campfire.  He followed the music of multiple lutes, a flute, and a lyre that couldn’t seem to stay on key.  He emerged from the woods at Tavara’s camp, which was crowded with Tieflings imbibing in drink and feasting on campfire roasts and stuffed flatbreads.

The Tieflings didn’t seem to pay any attention to him, and Raphael wandered easily through the party, observing the festivities.  He snapped and a goblet of wine appeared in his hands.  He sipped slowly, observing the cusp of debauchery.  Several pairs of Tieflings were clearly planning imminent carnal pleasures.  One of the warriors was tracing her forked tongue over the earlobe of another Tiefling as the two of them moaned softly and the tips of her fingers were slowly slipping into the waistband of his pants.

A female Asmodeus Tiefling was alternating between her assertions that she hadn’t yet consumed enough wine, that she needed to lay down, and that she needed her tongue shoved down her paramour’s throat.  Their seductions were blunt but effective, the mortals pairing off quickly and retreating to the woods to act on their lusts.

Raphael spotted Tavara deep in discussion with the vampire spawn.  He watched the pair closely, wondering what type of discussion the two were having.  Raphael recognized immediately the way the spawn was slinking up to her and seductively running his hands over her cheeks.  Raphael squeezed the goblet of wine he was holding tightly and the glass stem snapped and fell into the dirt below, the red wine dripping over his fingers and wetting the dry earth.

His Little Mouse gently withdrew from the spawn’s embrace, she gently placed her hands on his upper arms.  Raphael watched carefully.  The spawn’s face fell, and Raphael let go of a breath he had been holding.  It would have been unfortunate if he needed to drive a stake into the vampling’s chest.

The Little Mouse moved easily through the camp to the ursine druid.  Raphael fumed as he watched his Mouse brush the hair from the druid’s face.  She offered him a goblet and held a bottle out to him, but the druid wisely declined the offer.  Raphael was imagining what the bear would look like skinned and the pelt laying on the floor of his study.

Raphael’s jaw clenched as he watched his Little Mouse approach the donkey that pretended to be a wizard.  They were entrenched in conversation as Raphael hovered, watching his Mouse and the wizard chat from afar.  The wizard motioned to touch his Little Mouse several times but his hand always recoiled and retreated back to his lap.  Tavara turned away from the donkey with a blush, her form doubled over bashfully.  His Little Mouse rose from her seat near the wizard’s tent and quickly moved through the celebration at the camp.

Raphael was pleased that any attempts by his Little Mouse to seek carnal pleasures with her companions that evening had failed.  Should his Mouse desire a romantic companion, Raphael would be happy to indulge her in the House of Hope on his silk sheets.  Tavara was far too lovely for a quick rut on the forest floor.

Tavara sat down by herself on a log by the bank of the Chionthar.  She sat under the moonlight, slowly nursing a goblet of some alchemical concoction.  Raphael approached her quietly but didn’t sit down.  The Mouse turned around to see him standing in the sand of the riverbank.

“A Little Mouse saves a grove by retrieving a bear,” Raphael mused softly.  “The rescuer of the refugees saves a bear before celebrating the evening with a bat, a donkey, and a cat.”

Tavara swallowed a slight laugh.  “Cormyrian poems again?” she challenged him gently.

“I am familiar with many styles of verse, but that style seems to be more appropriate at present.  If I recall, you preferred a verse from the Dalelands?” Raphael teased.

“I imagined if I told you I preferred Ver’yll Wenkiir’s style, his verse would start to bloom from your mouth.” The sorceress gave a quick chuckle and a half smile.

“Should you prefer Abyssal poetry, I would learn to hiss with the proper emotion,” he cooed back to her.  Raphael took a seat on the log next to the Little Mouse.

“What are you doing here?” Tavara asked.  She raised her goblet to drink, but Raphael quickly snatched the goblet from her hands and poured its contents onto the sand bank in a viscous violet pool.  The Mouse gave him an immediate indignant look.

“That was my wine!” the Little Mouse objected angrily.  “I had to pay Mol exorbitant prices for that bottle!”

“It was tainted with a hag’s rot.  I assume you have no desire to experience personally what a hag curse feels like,” Raphael raised an eyebrow.

“No, I-” Tav started.  While the Hells were prone to bouts of excess, Raphael didn’t think overconsumption of hag poisons was fitting for and of his prized investments.  The Tieflings could consume whatever they wished.

Raphael moved his hands over Tavara’s forehead to purge her from the Hag’s poison she had already consumed. 

“I may recommend against consuming unknown hag potions in the future, or paying for them for that matter,” Raphael chuckled as Tavara blushed.  He snapped and a goblet of actual red wine appeared in his hands.  He handed it to the Little Mouse, who stared down at the token of his hospitality.  “The potion you were consuming was intended to cause internal bleeding.  I imagine you prefer for your blood to reside in your veins.”

“Thank you, Raphael,” Tavara said quietly, eyeing him warily.

Raphael snapped to refill his own wine goblet.  “What new adventures are in store for my most favored clients?” he inquired.  He already knew that the Underdark would provide a safer path, though he needed Tavara’s Gith companion to turn away from the Lich Queen.  He would need to subtly pressure her to gather her strength in the Underdark before facing the wrath of the Githyanki.

“You know as well as I do that there is still an additional tenant in my head,” Tavara laughed.  She took a tentative sip of the wine in her goblet.  She took a long, pensive look at the river waters in silence.

“Why did you send Korrilla to save me from Priestess Gut?” the sorceress asked as she stared out over the flowing Chionthar.

“I know what real power looks like, and it would have been quite a shame to have that power extinguished by a disgusting goblin in a prison cell.”  Raphael laughed and took another sip of wine.

“I imagine your associate told you what kind of trouble I had gotten into.”  She cocked her eyebrow before looking at him, trying to ascertain whether he had the full story of the situation: nudity, chains, and all.

“I recommend a counterspell next time someone tries to use Sleep on you, Little Mouse,” Raphael suggested sarcastically.  Tavara rolled her eyes at him.

“I only wish my magic wasn’t weakened by the tenant in my head.”  The Little Mouse turned away from Raphael slightly.  “I feel like I’m a child drowning in my magic again.”

“Then, I recommend that you learn to swim, Little Mouse.”  The sorceress turned to him but said nothing.

Raphael stood up from the log and turned to his Little Mouse.  “I imagine you require some rest before venturing into the dark.”  He needed her to visit the Underdark before the Creche, and perhaps she would take his suggestion to heart.  Raphael snapped and the rest of the wine bottle appeared in his hand.  He gave it to his sorceress.

“Pleasant dreams, Little Mouse,” Raphael said with a grin before returning to the House of Hope in a flurry of embers.

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I can appreciate characters other than Raphael sometimes too

I need oh so desperately to cockwarm halsin. literal hours of him using me as a blanket, his MASSIVE dick twitching inside of me, him sucking on my boobs as he whispers into my ears silly puns and promises to pound me and fill me with cum. he can get off on just the feeling of me around him. he cums in me sooo many times, just filling me with him creamy thick cum. I fall asleep on his dick and wake up to more loads filled inside of me and pooling around his dick. when I finally get off his dick, cum just flows out of me, a never ending river that he finger fucks back into me.

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Not an ask per say, but a message to say you unleashed a dormant thirst in me with "the fine print" and for that I thank you . Utterly obsessed with your writing of Raphael, and the level of craftsmanship you clearly put in your work. Much love and blessing upon your bloodline (pets included) for sharing your fic ♥️

Thank you! I'm incredibly flattered. I honestly really appreciate the fic support, and I know other authors do as well. It's a little nerve wracking to put creative works out on the internet, but I'm amazed at how wholesome and supportive the Raphael fandom is. We're all pretty much "Yes, bestie, let's all go fuck the devil man!" Out of context, it's pretty hilarious. In context, we have so much support for every flavor of Raphael: dark, brooding, romantic, dramatic, corny, loving, entitled, selfish, and completely unhinged.

It's a little weird that the Fine Print story is coming to a close, but I hope you enjoy so many things coming full circle. I appreciate the support so very much, and I hope you get to enjoy the ride of so many amazing Raphael fics.

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WIP Whenever!

It's amazing what vacations can do for getting your writing groove back. Enjoy this tasty TFP WIP treato.

“Yes, and we’ve been over this several times before.  If you want me to do that, you have to pleasure me first.”  Tav placed a quick peck on Raphael’s cheek as they lay naked and coiled in his bed.  Raphael’s claws tapped on her waist as he considered her argument.

“Fingers,” he provided his counteroffer.

“Tongue,” Tav insisted.  Her husband’s eyes narrowed.

“I am Archduke of Avernus, it should be enough for you just to be with me,” he said with a smug grin.

Tav kissed him and stroked his shaft firmly with her hands.  He arched into her touch.  “I am a greedy, greedy Little Mouse,” Tav answered him.  “I always want more.”

The two of them had barely left his room in almost a tenday.  Raphael temporarily canceled her lessons, and he definitely wasn’t making any progress on conquering Avernus while inside her.

Tav’s husband had convinced her for them to take a second, shorter honeymoon together.  In response, Tav had successfully negotiated that she would be provided nara root tea to prevent conception for as long as she wished.  Raphael was making quite good use of her nara root tea consumption.

He was learning her body, and Tav could tell that he hated that he wasn’t allowed to enter her until she was sufficiently satisfied with their foreplay.  He would use his fingers to pleasure her, and since Tav had told him he was a great kisser, he was only too keen to indulge.  It was never long before her husband wanted to at least grind against her or have her stroke him.

“You taste me, and I’ll taste you,” Tav reminded him, as his fingers dipped into her.  Raphael chuckled, thinking that the negotiation was still open.

“You are incredibly pliant like this, I shall just have to keep negotiating for what I want,” his mouth fell to her ear as Tav writhed and gasped around him.  “I just have to wait and find the proper motivation.”  He added another finger, and Tav moaned into his neck.  “I always get what I want in the end,” he purred.

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Nothing to see here, just Raphael putting the moves on his wife.

Gift for @mist1e (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

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Ugh I neeeeed him!

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Leave it to Raphael to prepare an Infernal marriage contract

Raphael is eft f'r Halloween. Art thee?* More under the cut!

*Raphael is ready for Halloween. Are you?

Wait! There is more!

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Thanks for sharing.

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Why no romance, Larian?

Raphael, Tav, and Haarlep. They shouldn't be a group but they absolutely should.

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Some people are more open about this. Hats off to them. But ascended fiend Raphael makes me so horny when I see him. I want to try just once…… even if it also my last try.

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Stupid sexy Raphael

Looks like someone didn’t sign the contract.

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Stupid sexy Raphael

Just third degree yearns for all my fictional husbands.

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Hells, those eyes.

“he’s evil! he tortures people! he’s literally a devil! blah blah blah”

ok but have you considered this:

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Raphael texts post (1/?) Because there will never be enough Raphael content out there Credit for some of this amazing screenshots goes to @red-dead-sakharine

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On Writing

I'm a little burned out from writing multichaps, and I'm going on vacation soon, so I'll be away for a bit. I haven't stopped writing TFP or IJ, but it's been a nice vacation to start working on all the prompt requests!

I have most of them outlined, with the exception of the Mephistopheles non-con @crystalizedbloodd, which I maintain is going to turn into a multichap fic!

The smut requests are going to be delightfully smutty, and the devil is going to be proud, obsessive, and smug, just as we like him!

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My constant struggle when writing PWP