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scuttlingcrab · 11 months ago

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What if Raphael sent Tav an embarrassing gift? Something he'd definitely find pleasure in, but Tav would be mortified to receive? xD

LOL. Thank you for sending me this one. I died writing this, had me grinning from beginning to end. x

Summary: Raphael gives Tav, his very favourite client, a generous gift after she signs his contract.

Notes: Some suggestive imagery from the devil we know and love.

Link to my other work in the Devil's Archive.

The Devil's Muse

(Image via keylana-dragon)

“I beg your indulgence. A brief word, before you depart.”

Raphael spoke in a low rumble, intending his voice for Tav but unperturbed whether or not the other companions overheard him.

Tav hesitated, her ears perking up as his voice shattered the silence. She hovered near the door of his suite in Sharess’ Caress, halfway through the threshold as she attempted to make her leave. Shadowheart, Astarion, and Karlach waited on the landing outside, the companions lingering like flies on a rotten corpse.

Raphael casually leaned against the desk, resting his hands on the smooth, rich rosewood. He lightly tapped his fingers on the surface, warming up his digits before the second performance began.

The little mouse was always the last to leave his company, lagging behind her companions. It was only for a moment, but that was long enough for Raphael to take note, keeping a detailed record after each encounter.

She tried to play coy, never giving Raphael the satisfaction of losing himself in those dark delectable eyes. He could often feel Tav’s gaze on him as soon as he turned his back to her, those eyes burning through his very body and spirit.

Despite her attempts of acting aloof, with her crossed arms and narrowed lips, she remained at the forefront of their conversations. Raphael would catch her leaning towards him, edging closer as he spoke his rhymes of wisdom and warning. Tav in turn spoke softly when she addressed Raphael, her words blunt yet voice cracking with emotion.

That confounded mortal fanned the flames of his desires the more detached she presented herself. She was becoming a nuisance; occupying every waking thought and following him freely into every dream. Raphael had an insatiable longing for carnality, his chest overflowing with passion. He had been reduced to his primal instincts, letting his lust for that woman lead his motivations instead of his ambitions for the Crown. He would need to be more cautious.

“There is one thing I wish to show you… now that the contract has been signed.”

Tav raised an eyebrow, biting her bottom lip as she watched Raphael, waiting for him to continue.

“What in the flaming Hells does he want now?” Karlach shouted, shoving her obnoxious face through the doorway. “C’mon soldier, we need to leave.”

Karlach placed a hand on Tav’s arm, trying to lure her outside. Tav remained cemented, grabbing Karlach’s hand in return.

“Hold on a minute.” Tav responded, “let’s hear what he has to say.”

“It would be in your best interest, little mouse, if it was just the two of us.” An edge of warning in Raphael’s tone.

“Oh, go on then, devil.” Karlach sneered.

“Come now, Karlach, no need to be unpleasant. Can we not speak with civility?”

Tav regarded the situation with curiosity, her intense stare shifting around the room. Raphael could just about hear the rusted cogs turning inside of that tadpoled infested brain of hers.

Tav nodded, walking to the centre of the suite.

“Alright, Raphael. I’m not interested in any more secrets. Whatever you have to say or show can be done in front of everyone.”

Karlach stomped her way into the room, standing close behind Tav. The Tiefling's infernal engine roared, the flames in her chest growing more chaotic as she shot Raphael a scathing glance. Shadowheart and Astarion shared a few hushed words as they followed Karlach, shuffling reluctantly back inside the Devil’s Den.

“So be it, if you insist.”

Raphael snapped his fingers and a large painting sizzled into view, suspended above them. The entire party gasped in unison.

“A gift for my new treasured client.”

The painting showcased Tav reclining on a leather chaise lounge against a dark grey backdrop, her body bending with pleasure. She was draped in a red robe, the sleeves falling loosely off her slender shoulders, stopping just above the hill of her breasts. Her eyes were closed and her lips wore a savoury smile, as if she was on the cusp of release. Her dark wavy hair poured off the edge of the furniture like a waterfall.

Raphael beamed, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk as he respected the painting in the very presence of his muse. He had painted Tav’s likeness from memory, hoping he would be able to do her justice by capturing her unique beauty on the canvas.

Whether Tav signed Raphael’s contract that afternoon was debatable, he would’ve delivered his gift to the little mouse regardless of the outcome.

He had worked diligently behind the scenes since their last rendezvous in the Shadow-Cursed Lands; sketching mockups, painting, re-painting, one failed canvas after another, until he successfully recreated the image that plagued his mind for what felt like an eternity.

Raphael knew it would never be perfect, he still found flaws as he stared at the painting; minor errors in the brushstrokes, a few shadows that could’ve perhaps been blended better. He only hoped it added to the charm and the little mouse would not notice.

Raphael returned his attention to his guests, immediately observing Tav. She was frozen in place, her eyes wide and fixed on the painting, as if she was hypnotised by it. There was something different to her face now, something Raphael always yearned to see from the mortal. A faint gleam in those eyes, a playful smile slowly crawling up her delicate lips the more she stared at the artwork. Had he stirred something in the little mouse? At long last?

“Perhaps, at a later time, we can admire it together, once the Crown is in my possession, yes? Until then, it will remain in my House of Hope. For safekeeping, naturally.”

“This has got to be a fucking joke, right?” Karlach shouted, getting in between Tav and Raphael. “I told you he was a creep!”

“I don’t know, it does capture her essence... in a drab, lifeless kind of way.” Shadowheart murmured, her cheeks blushing as she continued to gape at the painting.

“And here I was thinking only his poetry was questionable.” Astarion whispered, giggling like an ill-behaved schoolboy.

“I often forget how ignorant you mortals are. A pity.”

Raphael straightened his posture and kept his chin held high. He tightly clasped his hands behind his back, imagining what it would feel like to have his fingers around the companions' brittle necks, ridding them of their pitiful lives. Those foolish twits would feel his wrath in due time. Perhaps one, or two, would perish when they fought the Elder Brain. Yes, that would be most preferable.

Raphael instead approached Tav, ignoring the companions and their onslaught of criticisms. He turned to face the painting, standing beside her. Raphael could see Tav out of the corner of his eye, feeling the warmth radiating off her body as she continued to stare at the artwork.

“I never took you for a painter, Raphael.”

“I occasionally dabble in mortal amusements from time to time, when I’m feeling inclined.”

“And do you always give your clients such risqué gifts? These types of things are open to suggestions.”

“It’s an innocent gift, I assure you. But now I am most curious, what does this painting tell you?”

Raphael crossed his arms, his fingers trembling as he raised a hand to his chin, anticipating her answer.

“A promise of what could be? Maybe what more could be offered?”

“Very astute. I have been known to provide exceptional entertainment when certain deals have been met.”

Raphael tilted his head, taking an opportunity to lean towards Tav. It was a subtle gesture, but their bodies were now touching, linked together. With his arms still crossed, he removed an index finger from his lower extremity, lightly caressing Tav’s exposed forearm. The little mouse did not flinch at his touch but he saw her smile grow.

“One note though.” Tav whispered.

“Go on?”

“I think my jawline is a bit off, don’t you think?”

Raphael bit his tongue, unsure whether he wanted to incinerate the little mouse or take her by the neck and violently kiss her.

Raphael had Tav's signature but he’d only praise the occasion when that little mouse bestowed the Crown to him. Her contract didn’t amount to a hill of beans when compared to his grander schemes. Raphael would not rest until he had succeeded in his plight to unite the Nine Hells, until he faced Mephistopheles, and claimed his birthright.

Raphael had once made a promise to himself not to allow any distractions. It was too perilous, opening him up to failure and eternal punishment. But that damned little mouse found a way through his defences, crept through the cracks of what he thought was a sturdy foundation. The woman had caught Raphael in her snare. Until he held her in his arms, until she was his, she would continue to plague his dreams. Perhaps along the road to ascension, he would add Tav’s heart to his list of conquests.

“I will make sure to keep that in mind for my next piece.” Raphael noted, turning to face the rest of the party.

The silence was heavy, the awkwardness weighing on the companions. Raphael stared at each of them until they looked away, unable to handle the intense heat of his gaze without melting.

“You may take your leave. The room is getting far too crowded for my tastes.” Raphael waved the party off, walking back to his desk. He left the painting floating above him.

“Gods, I thought he’d never ask. Fucking prick.” Karlach whispered, practically sprinting out the room.

“Tav, you owe me a damned drink.” Astarion groaned.

Shadowheart had no words, but she curiously eyed the painting a final time before trailing after Astarion.

“Don’t disappoint me, little mouse. The fate of the world, our very futures, hang over your shoulders.”

Tav remained in the room, staring amorously into Raphael’s eyes. He held his breath, relishing the seconds he was allowed to devour her magnificence.

“Thank you." Tav mouthed, and quickly made her exit.

Raphael released a sigh, resting a hand on his desk to keep himself from combusting. That damned woman.

The curtain had fallen on this act, but it was not yet the finale. Change was brewing, mists of uncertainty clouding Raphael’s judgement, and for once, he was not fearful of what was to come.

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wakacreations · 5 months ago

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Kinktober Day 3: Raphael Breeding

Author's Note:

I don't usually write smut but what better month to learn how to during this month. I honestly spin a wheel to determine which infernal I write about so far it has been Raphael.

Pairing: Raphael x F! Tav/Reader

Content: NSFW - Dubcon, Choking, Breeding,

Word Count: 1215

Summary:

"Could the mouse honestly believe they can scurry away so easily?" Raphael catches Tav going back on their deal. What is the punishment for stealing back their contract in the House of Hope? Reminding them why they signed their name away the first time around. "The good thing is though, there's only one little voice you really should listen to. Mine."

“You were always my favorite client. Oh, how much you fought, begged and stole to keep your hide intact.” He purred.

“There is a tenaciousness to you little mouse.” The jingle of bells grew nearer with every step you took towards the portal.

“You have the audacity to defy the fates, to face the gods and to deny people of their rightful days of reckoning.” You feel the warmth of Hellfire pressed against your back.

“While I do not mind whatever chaos you leave in your wake, it is your realm after all. I am the Fox who warns and watches, a humble guide if you will.” The brush of a heated breath licks at your ear.

“Yet, you chose to not heed the caution I bestowed upon you. I went through all the pleasantries as I am but the most gracious host.” A giant arm envelops you from behind, wrapping itself tight around your waist.

“There is only so much I can tolerate.” He growled, feeling the rumble of his chest on your back.

“You will pay for all your manners of conduct in this home, mouse.” His claws come to grip your delicate throat squeezing in warning of what is to come. A dark chuckle fills your ear as you feel him twitch alive at your backside. Your lower muscles clench at the contact. You desperately claw at his firm hand feeling your head grow lighter. Your vision blurring at the edges.

“I can easily snap you with the twitch of my palm. I still have half the mind to do so.” He rolled his hips against your plush behind. Your vision darkens the smell of cherries and smoke fills your nostrils. Flames licked up your body singeding you as the heat roamed, stinging your skin. You shivered at the cool silk brushes underneath you.

“I am in the business of being a savior than just being a mere devil,” releasing their grip on your airways. You take a deep breath in, feeling a flush of warmth spread through you as the sudden blood rush to your head. Colors danced in your vision all wavering and vivid. The softness of his cheek brushes against yours.

“Do not move, less if you have any ounce of self preservation or do. The outcome will lead to my own pleasure in the end.” The devil spoke into your ear. The bed groaned. The pressure on your back disappears, a tail wraps your ankle dragging you to the edge of the bed.

“You enjoy our little games, mouse that much is evident. You fear what you crave.“ His hands grab fists full of your ass, your hips grind into the bedding.

“Always so eager to respond to temptation,” a smirk played on his lips as he parted your cheeks.

“Try as you might to escape me. Your arousal says otherwise,” rubbing his thick rod against your slick, coating his ridges.

“Admit you love my attention and pleasure,” sharply thrusting into you. You scream a high pitched wail clutching at the sheets. The searing stretch as his cock forces you to accommodate his hefty girth, his infernal ridges catching on your tight walls, pressing further till he's completely seated inside. A tremble shudders through you from a mix of your pain and arousal to his overwhelming punishing thrusts. Tears prickle in your eyes when you feel him kiss your cervix. You whimper into the silk.

“You will not hide from me, mouse.” A firm strike lands on your soft cheek, rippling before him. You yelp, feeling his heated hand print leaving his mark. His.

“Keep your head raised. You will not deny me,” rubbing his palm over your reddened cheek. He moves his hips inside you, pulling out and slamming back in. Through each long rough stroke, you feel him, all of him. The way his ridges rake against your quivering walls as you try to cling desperately for any amount of pleasure. A low groan escapes him in approval. His clawed hand reaches into your hair pulling you towards him.

“Derive any pleasure you can. Beg for it if you must. You will accept all that I am.” His voice gone ragged, his thrusts quickened as he chased his pleasure. You try to angle away from his punishing blows but his arm presses your hips down keeping you in place. Where you truly belong. A sudden rush of his burning seed spills into you, marking you within. Tears stream down your face as you feel him pump into you pushing his seed deeper.

“You know my appetite is insatiable, little mouse. You will come to enjoy it, won't you?” Another sharp strike to your cheek, you cry out. He moans, hips stuttering at your sudden clench.

“Yes! That is it, love. I will take you again and again till you know nothing else.” His tail whipping blow after blow on your backside littered your cheeks with bruising kisses. Moans fall from you in an endless stream, bracing yourself for each delicious sting. Your hips pressed back into the cambion's. His ragged breathing fills your ears.

“I will fill you to the brink, mouse. Your womb will know only I. You will ache, you will beg for my seed to take root deep inside of you. Isn't that what you want? To stay here within my walls?” Raphael pressed his weight into you. The warmth of his chest on your back. His arms come to wrap around you driving his cock to carve into you. The flap of his wings cast a shadow overhead. His face nuzzles into the crook of your shoulder.

“How long will you fight against me, Tav?” You whimpered, his fangs running against the column of your throat, sucking and biting as you shiver from pleasure.

“You are mine!” His hips moving in a feverish frenzy, sinking his teeth into you. There will be no else but him. You cry out as you feel him collide into you with full force. “Nothing but you,” as you feel the growing tension build from within.

“That's right, such a good little mouse. You will remember. You will learn. You will never forget,” he roared, emphasizing with each buck of his hips. Your senses are assaulted by him.

The burning heat of his body that presses and melds with your own, the deep rich sultry voice that coats his words of deprive temptations, the weight of their ribbed cock that sits heavy in your stomach demanding you take in their wide girth, and the intoxicating smell of sweet cherries linger on your skin. What is there left of you in this body of yours?

“Who do you belong to?” His hands come to deliver a harsh twist to your nipples. The tension within drives you mad. You raise your hips to grind against him, to gain whatever pleasure he generously bestowed onto you. You feel his claws press on your throat, the familiar weightlessness returns. Whatever he desires. Your toes clench as you come undone, feeling his engorged cock filling you once more, spilling out of your abused hole. An inhuman roar piercing through the air.

“Raphael,” you utter when their grip slackened. Three burning eyes stare down from above as your exhaustion takes hold.

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