#next prompt will be me writing the aforementioned Tav showing up tipsy to start this whole thing off lol

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What about our favorite cambion, Raphael, and his favorite misadventurer, Tav, having ended up in a 'friends with benefits' (allies with benefits?) thing with each other—no strings, no contracts—but then- Whoops! Romantic feelings developed! Now what? But what if it's Raphael who ends up being the one yearning and longing to pursue something more (Tav would be open to pursuing something romantic with Raphael, too, but they were also convinced that the fiend would never be interested in them that way so they didn't dwell on it or get their hopes up, just learned to be content with what they did have with him).

This arrangement between the two of them was meant to be a simple transaction: once a week, he would meet his favorite misadventurer at the Devil’s Den and they would partake in the mutually beneficial act of coitus.

It started three months ago; an unknown person (with a suspiciously-on-the-nose name) had made a late-night appointment, and it was a tipsy Tav who showed up for said late-night appointment. She threw herself into the room with the loud announcement that she would be entreating with him - not Imma Moussé. She went on to further blather that she ‘needed something specific’ and was ‘sober enough’ to make the ‘sober decision’ to ‘seek a certain devil in an official capacity’. When pressed for what it was she so fervently needed, his mouse replied with a less-than-sober sultry stare and made the slightly slurred declaration that she needed him, in bed - raw and undiluted.

It was his infernal nature that took advantage of the offer before him, and it was his infernal goodwill that provided her with what she needed; a raw and undiluted fucking with his infernal cock. He, too, profited from the session for he got to fulfill his own deep desire of laying with the woman he secretly craved (an opportunity he could only previously partake in through Haarlep's ownership of Her form).

In the hours after, when Tav suggested they perhaps make ‘this’ a ‘regular-thing’, Raphael supposed he forwent a contract as a favor for the mouse he was too damnably fond of; she’d given him the Crown, after all, but now that they were months into ‘this’, he could see he made a mistake.

A written agreement with stipulations should have been created and signed! Were it so, she’d have rules to adhere to as much as he! 

And what was meant to be simple wouldn’t be this chaotic, complicated mess!

What began as a scheduled, single night of the week was now two nights - at her roundabout request…

Where she would sheepishly and quickly leave afterwards, she was feeling emboldened to stay longer - to talk about things that did not at all pertain to what they were there to do and what they had recently done…

She touched him, caressed him too frequently these days! And he allowed it!

At least she had the wherewithal to not kiss him before they began and after they finished…

But sometimes she had that look, like she wanted to… (he wanted her to)...

(No, what he wanted was to own her and keep her to himself!)

It was an aggravation and a distraction to sit and wonder each day if there were others who she had similar arrangements with…

That vampire spawn, the Ravengard boy, the wizard, that druid who slept with everything and everyone in his path… (He should stealthily inquire about any past and present beaus…)

Yes, there should have been a contract! The stipulations being: she would meet him, they would fuck, she would leave, and that would be the end of it until the next scheduled date and time!

A knock at the door stirred Raphael from his thoughts, and he fixed himself to pose charmingly to accept his visitor.

The door to the Den opened and closed as Tav strode in without a care.

“I know, I know - I’m late! Got held up by a brawl that more and more people were becoming involved in - whether they liked it or not…” his mouse said exasperatedly. She spared him a smile and a glance before dropping her pack and beginning to undress. “I narrowly avoided getting involved myself, but one good hook laid the guy out, and his inebriated friends didn’t see who struck him, so they ended up jumping the person behind me...” Tav paused the unbuckling of her breastplate and worry flashed on her face. “Uh oh, I can’t recall if the person behind me was a gnome or a child…” The worry left the moment her fingers resumed their task. “We’ll go with gnome to make me feel better about not stopping to help...”

Oh, she amused him, and he enjoyed her company.

And the contract that didn’t exist would have stipulated: The devil known as Raphael agrees to not enjoy the person known as Tav too much, and the person known as Tav will be responsible in being not at all likable outside of the likable use of her body. 

“I’m talking too much, aren’t I?” she asked with a nervous laugh, standing there with her half-naked, likable body.

Blood flowed to his cock.

“I’m keen to hear more, yet why don’t you save any additional details you may have for after our appointment?” he asked, his hands coming up to undo his doublet.

Her expression brightened before being covered by something more seductive as she shimmied out of the rest of her clothes.

“Then let us commence with our appointment,” she purred. “Come take me, devil.”

The devil shed his doublet and strode to take his prey… his mouse…

(Maybe after, and just this once, he would ask her to stay until the morning…)

(Maybe, one day, ‘this’ would be more…)

[The Prequel]