#raphael2

[adrasian]

The instruction poured over Adrasia's mind like honey, further muddling his thoughts, melting the natural opposition that had him locked up as tightly as he could with the drug in his system. His costume had fallen away entirely, the celestial sprawled back against the purple cloth as Raphael pressed between his bare thighs, now splayed loose and wide. "W-Wait," Adrasia gasped, though it was far too late. His head fell back with a low sound of shock as the ghoul filled him, hands squeezing at Raphael's waist at the pulse of heat the motion pushed through him. He had tried shove him away before and once that had failed the slave found he couldn't detangle his fingers once more. He clutched to the ghoul's frame instead, shuddering, Raphael an anchor and the sea drowning the celestial all at once.

"Never?" Raphael tsked, almost sounding shocked. Maybe he shouldn't have given the general celestial nature. Regardless, that didn't stop him. In fact, it only encouraged the ghoul further who wanted to take another piece of divinity from this symbolic creature of purity and innocence. It didn't matter if anyone else had already toyed with Adrasia here at this point; in Raph's mind he'd be the first to truly deflower this angel by fucking him as his natural and moral opposition. "Well, I'll be gentle." His fingers withdrew from the slave and he worked his jeans open, using saliva to wet his aching cock craving a hot little fuck hole to fill. "Relax," Raph instructed Adrasia again with another hit of persuasion, guiding himself in between those legs and into that tight ring of muscle.

[pelomundodf]

Hospitais da região norte passarão por manutenção

Hospitais da região norte passarão por manutenção

Intervenções possibilitarão a abertura de mais de 50 leitos

A Região de Saúde Norte, formada por Sobradinho e Planaltina, está em um processo de recuperação estrutural das unidades de saúde. Os hospitais das duas cidades estão com manutenções em andamento e outras previstas para começar ainda este semestre. A ação faz parte de um esforço do Governo do Distrito Federal para oferecer melhor…

[councillor-roland]

Roland rolled his eyes as Raphael downplayed what he knew to be considerable talent but didn't bother commenting for once. "I always put it to good use." He smirked, though he knew the other councilman would disagree. Roland very much doubted this would happen again but he he inclined his head slightly anyway. "You as well." He left soon after, making sure he was presentable again before heading out into the public eye, feeling like it was past time he settled into a private box with his favourite witch.

END

"Not too bad, Rochefort," Raphael hummed, hungry gaze still settled on Roland as he watched him clean up. "Rather like your mouth when it's put to good use." He winked at the younger councilman as he stood up and adjusted his costume. "We should do this again sometime. Enjoy the rest of the tournament, councillor," he said as he headed back out into the public seating.

[adrasian]

Adrasia tried to resist but Raphael had picked up quickly exactly where to press those probing fingers to make the angel gasp. He didn't answer him either for a long moment, too wrapped up in keeping his teeth clenched to hold back the desperate whimpers spilling into his closed mouth at each awful, sweet spark of pleasure coaxed out by the ghoul's touch, his toes curling in his sandals as they slid uselessly against the floor. He shook his head fitfully, struggling for the words, "I was - never touched this way, before your castles," Adrasia panted; that much was true, it was Farid after all who had laid under him, coaxing the celestial between his thighs. He would endure far worse torments than this before speaking willingly of him to the ghoul, though, no matter if death kept his lost ward safe from Raphael.

"That doesn't really answer my question," Raphael hummed, curling his fingers inside of the squirming angel right against that magic button for more of that delicious reaction. He wouldn't stop, not until he got an honest response from Adrasia about his sexual history, his fingers still thrusting in and out, stimulating the bundle of nerves more and more to see just how much he could drive the celestial out of his mind before the main course.

[adrasian]

In the brief moment where Raphael's hand left him, Adrasia felt a different kind of panic start to well up beneath his sternum, anticipating exactly where the ghoul's wandering fingers would go next. The celestial had tried his damnedest to clean up the evidence of how Hunter had already used him that night, so many hours earlier it felt like another day entirely. But Raphael would know, Adrasia was certain of it, he simply would, no matter how thorough he'd tried to be. His addled mind couldn't make sense of the ghoul's questions, for a moment frighteningly convinced that Raphael somehow knew, too, that the angel had not come to slavery untouched either. The other man made short work of parting Adrasia's clasped thighs, weak as a kitten now, and Adrasia's hands bunched in Raphael's shirt reflexively as those fingers pressed inside of him. "I would - never, never choose to give myself to someone like you," He gritted out, a quaver in his voice as Raphael's probing touch glanced against something inside him that made the angel twitch and gasp, his hips canting off the cushions, the room swimming around him as he tried to wrap his mind around the feeling.

"Feisty," Raphael purred, only grinning wider as blood pooled into his own mouth. The scent of it filled his nose even as their lips separated, whatever wound Adrasia inflicted healing quickly afterwards. He tasted every ounce of emotion in the celestial's energy, none of those flavors the one that sang to his vice of choice, not this time apparently. Funny how that worked out, he thought. After a few more strokes he brought his fingers up to his mouth, swiping his tongue over them to wet them with saliva then settled them between the slave's legs again, lower this time. His index finger breached that tight entrance first to the knuckle and then back out, the digit brushing against the bundle of nerves and soon joined by his middle finger. "Shit, you are very tight, aren't you?" he chuckled. "Have you even been fucked yet or are you one of those angels that would prefer to remain a virgin?"

[adrasian]

Adrasia hadn't expected a kiss, it felt too intimate, too mutual for what the demon intended. Or maybe Raphael was getting off on pretending Adrasia truly did want this, or at least forcing the celestial to go through the motions of desire. Ever feeding his own ego. Adrasia's mouth was slack in surprise, helpless against the intrusion as he groaned against Raphael's lips. Whatever drug he had given him kept his blood hot, as if Adrasia couldn't come down from the brutal high of his peak entirely, squirming at the prickle of fresh stimulation as Raphael took him in hand. It was one thing to touch himself, uncoordinated and compelled, another to feel the ghoul's magic dancing across his sweat-damp skin, Adrasia trying to squeeze his thighs together and shuddering as the static lit his nerves, pulsing through him in gentle waves and coaxing him back to hardness far faster than it should have. Anger welled up alongside his disorientation and fear and Adrasia seized up suddenly, biting down as hard as he could on Raphael's intruding tongue with no thought in his mind but to make him stop. He could taste the blood as it flooded his mouth, unintended, and he jerked again with a guttural sound, head spinning, his lips smearing red against Raphael's cheek.

"Good boy," Raphael murmured, smugness still plastered all over his features. He never failed to get his way whenever he wanted something. He closed the distance then, sealing his mouth over Adrasia's in a claiming kiss, tongue pushing past lips to draw in all the flavors of arousal and hatred to feed on. One hand stayed firmly gripping underneath the celestial's jaw on his throat. The other wandered down, fingertips dancing playfully over soft skin and fabric until he reached between Adrasia's legs. His fingers curled around that soft cock underneath the costume, stroking it slowly back up to hardness. A touch of electricity magic in his grasp added a whole new level to it, sure that it would only increase the sensation and sensitivity for the delicious slave beneath him. His sin of choice wasn't lust but that didn't mean the ghoul lacked ways of evoking it with charisma and magic. Hatred and love often intersected with each other when it came to passion –– to Raph, they might as well be the same thing.

[councillor-roland]

Roland always liked hearing the sounds he could pull from a partner and this was no different, Raphael's groan pleasing him. He hummed as best he could at the nails digging into his scalp and kept swallowing around him, working his cock with his throat more than anything. Roland had hardly expected the warning but appreciated it, only working him harder until he felt Raphael cum, taking what he was given until the other man was spent. He pulled back slowly, eyes glinting as he took in the sight of Raphael undone because of him, releasing his cock from between his lips with a soft popping sound and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "There now. I'd say we're even, non?" He smirked and placed a kiss on Raphael's hip, running a hand over his abs one more time before he rose smoothly to his feet, brushing off his pants and looking down at the ghoul, clearly satisfied.

Now that certainly did the trick, Raphael groaning shamelessly out loud from the stimulation of Roland's throat wrapped around his cock. His nails dug into the younger councilman's scalp and his head fell back against the seat, enjoying the ministrations mixed with his imagination. Sure enough his cock swelled in Roland's mouth as he felt himself right on the precipice of climax. "There we go, keep going. Almost there," he murmured, slightly breathless as he gave the other a clearer warning. It wasn't long after that his orgasm hit him hard and he shot his load in the other's mouth, Raph arching his hips up again and again as he rode it out.

[councillor-roland]

Apparently Raphael wasn't terribly interested in cheeky banter as he refused to answer which was a shame. Roland loved that kind of banter. Not everyone appreciated such things and the ghoul was clearly more impatient for Roland to put his mouth to better use which the vampire did, eventually. The groan was satisfying, at least, and he gasped a little at the tug on his hair, welcoming the way Raphael rocked his hips and taking him in deeper. Not needing to breathe was certainly helpful in these situations. He bobbed his head faster a few more times then took him all the way in, feeling the head of Raphael's cock hit the back of his throat and swallowing around him, glancing up to watch the effect.

Raphael didn't answer Roland, not particularly finding his cheekiness very cute. This here to him wasn't a game; this was a mutual exchange of pleasure between equals. Hell, he hadn't expected to receive anything here when they'd started. Then again, there might've been a rush behind it as he thought of a certain other councilman dressed in elegant red and gold just like himself. Raph bit his bottom lip as he groaned through his teeth, eyes rolling up underneath fluttering lids for a moment as his imagination excited him more then than Roland's mouth. Not that the younger councilman wasn't doing the trick now that he had his cock between those lips, of course. His fingers tightened in those blond locks and he gave them a tug as he rocked his hips up to get more of that warm, wet heat around as much of his cock as possible.

[adrasian]

"You don't know anything about what I want," Adrasia insisted, bristling even as his words stumbled against each other, his tongue feeling clumsy in his mouth. He still felt far too hot, shivery with the aftershocks of climax, the room swaying dangerously around him as Raphael pushed even closer and took the celestial's jaw in his hand. Adrasia immediately made a noise of protest and tried to jerk away, the bright gleam of anger in his eyes suddenly going misty as the next wave of the ghoul's persuasion broke over his mind. Not a chance of resisting now, Adrasia's whole being one big exposed nerve for the master to poke and prod at for his entertainment.

"Please," It came out almost a sob, Adrasia still twisting against the cushions, nails digging into Raphael's forearm as his face contorted around the tarry words forcing themselves off his tongue, "I-I want you."

Even forced and unwanted Adrasia oozed sexual energy that Raphael inhaled greedily. There truly was nothing more delicious to him than what an angel defiled and needy under his hand produced and the slave here was a potent reminder of that. He didn't dare move away from Adrasia, easily fighting against the younger's shove as he leaned in closer. "I don't believe you want that," he hummed, smiling much like the cat that ate the canary. He wondered if Adrasia ever laid with a demon before and then he he was curious if such an act might make the celestial fall from grace. Perhaps, perhaps not –– only one way to find out.

He cupped the younger's jaw firmly as he leaned in closer and closer. "Tell me you want me," he ordered with another dose of persuasion, his breath ghosting over Adrasia's lips.

[adrasian]

Adrasia jolted back against the cushions with a gasp as the ghoul surged close, the hand he could control scrabbling at Raphael's shoulder with no strength behind it to hold the other at bay. His feet slid against the floor without finding purchase, back arching off of the sofa at the next stroke of his own hand as a whimper escaped the celestial, disgustingly fragile to his ears. He could not look away from Raphael all the while, even as sensation pooled hot and liquid in his limbs, his cock throbbing in the tight circle of his fist. Adrasia had no idea how long he struggled under the ghoul's stare before the pleasure crested; it felt like something wrenched out of him by force, painful in its intensity. He loathed him and he could not resist. The drug was too potent, the power behind Raphael's compulsion too total to be ignored. Adrasia trembled from head to toe, heat running through him in waves like the echo of Raphael's hellfire grazing over his skin as he finally spilled over his fingers, seized tight in the grips of horror and relief all at once.

He was still shaking, his hand unsteady as he finally found he could snatch it away from himself in the blurry wake of his orgasm. "Get away from me," He tried to struggle upright, pushing impotently at the master's broad chest -- he couldn't catch his breath; all Adrasia could think of was the image he made under Raphael's eyes, the seed streaked on his skin glistening under the club's lights. Their first encounter had reminded him of how strong his wrath could become, drunk and disoriented now under his enemy's bulk, all the angel felt was a feverish shame.

"Because I can." Did there have to be any more reason to that? It didn't matter who willingly desired Raphael, who he already had. He was a man who enjoyed flaunting his power, reminding those like Adrasia where they belonged in the world as his pretty little playthings to use and abuse as he saw fit. And Adrasia's standing as a celestial made him quite the prize for the wicked ghoul who sought to ruin holy things.

He dragged his tongue over his bottom lip, his gaze darkening with hunger watching Adrasia do as he commanded. How absolutely beautiful he looked dressed in nothing more than deliberately pinned cloth barely leaving anything to the imagination, his olive skin flushed with the heat of arousal, those sweet noises leaving enticing lips. All of it coming from the sight of a devil wearing an angel's wings. And mind control, however, the lack of resistance showed Raph that the sight was enough to get Adrasia going despite his attempts of denial.

He left the slave alone to carry out his order for a few moments and then couldn't resist. He closed the distance now, a gap of mere inches between their noses. Both hands gripped the back of the couch on either side of Adrasia's head while intently holding that gaze with his own. "That's it," he all but purred. "Keep going now. Keep going until you cum just for me."

[councillor-roland]

"I think you know very well it is." If the questions kept coming like that, though, Roland was likely to rescind the offer. He rolled his eyes as that smirk widened, tucking himself back in and doing his pants back up as they had the little exchange. "I wouldn't want you to think I'm in the habit of only taking without giving in return." They'd be even this way and Raphael couldn't claim Roland owed him anything, either. He unfolded himself from his seat and sank to his knees in front of Raphael, placing kisses and tracing his tongue over the older man's exposed abs as he untied the strip of fabric just managing to keep Raphael decent. When his cock was freed, Roland sank down further and ran his tongue along the length of it, teasing the head and then the underside, glancing up to see his reaction. He couldn't help but tease just a little, it was in his nature.

"Is that you offering to get on your knees for me, councillor?" Raphael asked, raising a brow as he pushed himself back to his feet. His gaze still stayed on Roland's features while his smirk grew wider. "Cause I sure wouldn't mind that at all. I think it's the least you could do, no?"

[councillor-roland]

Clearly that wasn't a name Raphael liked given the look shot his way and Roland made a note of it. He wondered at it but now clearly wasn't the time to ask. He'd be sure not to use it again, though Roland doubted this would be a regular occurrence between them. It didn't take long for Raphael to bring him over after the warning and Roland cried out as he did, back arching off the seat and fingers tight in the other councilman's hair as he rode it out. He fell back, panting and grinning. "I would say so." He loosened his hand in Raphael's hair and dropped it down to lightly caress his infuriatingly perfect face, always tactile with partners of any kind regardless of his real feelings. He debated making the offer he was considering, finding it very tempting just to leave now that he'd gotten something he wanted but..."Shall I return the favour?" It was only fair, really, and Roland couldn't help being a generous lover. He'd blame the post orgasmic bliss if anyone found out and asked.

Raphael shot Roland a look at being called a good boy. He'd let it slide this time since Roland didn't know but the warning glance ought to be enough for the younger councilman not to use that again should this happen another time. He could feel how close the other was, his cock swelling in his mouth as Raph bobbed, twisted, sucked, and swallowed to finish him off. Once Roland came he was sure to swallow every last drop that spilled down his throat and licked the last of it off the tip before finally pulling back. "Good enough of a sample for you, councillor?"

[adrasian]

No matter how the thought repulsed him, Adrasia could muster no resistance anymore. Raphael's voice slithered into his ears and an desperate sound of denial left the celestial's throat even as his hand dropped obediently from his chest. There was barely anything to remove; Adrasia was bare already beneath the robe, the fabric eager to fall from his body the moment he ceased to hold it up. "Why do this?" Adrasia tried to demand, voice hitching as he took himself in hand and the muscles in his thighs jumped as if to flinch from his own touch, "There are plenty who would have you if you asked, will... will you not be satisfied--" There had been more to say, but the words were lost to the first tremble of unwanted pleasure, breathless and despairing, Adrasia's head falling back against the cushions as he tried to no avail to break his eyes away from Raphael's malicious gaze.

"We'll see about that," Raphael said, grinning all the wilder. The expression on his face probably far more deranged underneath flashing neon breaking through the darkness. He never claimed to be holy, never saw himself as an angel despite his name matching a certain archangel in the Bible. No, he more fit the role of a god (his personal favorite) or a devil (more accurate), and he fully intended on living up to the latter this evening. Nothing was more satisfying than watching one of God's perfect little creatures succumb to his commands, to his wicked desires. He stayed right in Adrasia's view, red shining in his dark irises as that persuasion crept into his next words once more. "Take your cock out and stroke it, keep your eyes on me as you do. Don't stop until I tell you."

[adrasian]

Whatever it was was hitting Adrasia quickly, much more quickly than the drinks he had been talked into by Noah and Finn. The window of opportunity he had to disengage was narrowing rapidly, Adrasia summoning his strength with a snarl to try and yank free one last time. The effort only sent the room spinning around him, barely enough time to spit out a useless protest before Raphael was pulling him from the crowd, Adrasia clutching his robe tightly to his body to keep from losing it entirely. The stairs were the worst; he felt his center of gravity slipping, scrambling to get his feet underneath him again when he inevitably tripped and the ghoul continued dragging him without a second thought. The pleading look he shot the man guarding the staircase did nothing, the bouncer not even reacting to Raphael brushing past with his unwilling guest in tow.

Adrasia was awash with dread by the time he was thrust down onto the sofa, eyes roving wildly over the room and seeing it empty. He was breathing heavily, trying to collecting himself as the edges of his thoughts began to smear, both hands braced against the cushions and his head far too heavy on his shoulders. The celestial still had the wherewithal to look up at Raphael as he spoke, gaze falling to first to his severed wings. He shuddered immediately at the sight, shooting the ghoul a vicious glare from his hunched stance, hair falling messily around his flushed face. "You despoil them like everything else your kind touches," Adrasia grit out, chest heaving as he stared up into that loathed face, "But you - you cannot claim holiness like one of your war trophies. You can mock it, imitate it. You will never own it. Never."

"Nothing deadly, just something to loosen you up, get you into character," Raphael replied in a voice sweet as poison-laced honey. He wasn't blind or stupid; he'd immediately caught wind of substances the chief of police wouldn't approve of floating around his establishment and made a deal with one of the charming businessmen behind distribution. He scored a small stash for himself that he gave the bartender with a distinct order of how to mix it in drinks for "something stronger" when he wanted a fun toy to play with. Adrasia practically set himself up for it in the Dionysus costume; the ghoul would have to thank the mind behind this particular choice should he ever discover who it was.

For now, the idea of wearing Adrasia's severed wings while fucking him in his club took priority.

"Come now, you've been promoted to VIP status, angel," the councilman said, not giving the slave much choice as he dragged him off and up the stairs behind the gruff-looking bouncer ready to turn down anyone trying to sneak past. The VIP lounge had no other occupants at this time as Raph's slaves had gone off to do their own thing and Lucien wouldn't be finished with his personal time for another hour. He guided Adrasia over to the luxurious couch he'd claimed as his throne with a perfect view overlooking the rest of the club through the glass barrier. Raph shoved the slave down onto it though didn't join him just yet; he doubted the slave's reflexes and motor skills would work so effectively under the influence. He stood right in front of Adrasia, the white wings, still stained rusted brown with the celestial's own dried blood, proudly displayed for the slave to see the full picture. "I think your wings quite suit me, don't you?"

[adrasian]

The look in Adrasia's eyes only grew darker and darker as Raphael carried on with his little charade, slowly gathering the loose folds of his costume in hand to free up space around his feet and prepare for a swift exit before he voiced some of the vicious words bubbling up behind his teeth. "Your hospitality leaves much to be desired, ghoul. I believe I will search for better elsewhere." Or he would have, had the master not grabbed him first, Adrasia's eyes widening in ire as he automatically tried to tug his arm free to no avail.

There was no time to consider his options before some concoction was being shoved into Adrasia's grasp and Raphael's voice set like a hook in his mind. He resisted only the briefest moment, drink nearly sloshing over the rim as the celestial's hand jerked before the persuasion settled fully in. It burned going down too, Adrasia quivering in place as he drained the entire cup's worth obediently in one long pull. He barely registered the taste over the resentment that flooded him at being compelled so, his rising apprehension as Raphael seemed far too focused for a passing harassment. Adrasia staggered once the wretched thing was done, head already spinning from Raphael's influence and the force of it all hitting the celestial's stomach at once. Would the master actually be satisfied by this one show of power? "What... what did you give me?" Adrasia managed to demand unsteadily, trying without much thought to squirm out of Raphael's grasp again and not getting far.

There it was. That cold, calculated rage Adrasia displayed that one could blink and miss it. Raphael's face lit up like a Christmas tree with the reaction he wanted out of the pretty celestial he enjoyed toying with. Maybe he could have this one wrapped with gold ribbon underneath his tree this year...

"Who despises me here?" he asked feigning innocence. He made a show of glancing around, over his shoulder, searching for the target of these claims. Because truly if Adrasia despised him so much, he wouldn't still be standing here when he could've walked away without saying a word. "You seem to be having a bad time, come, let's fix that." The ghoul didn't give Adrasia a chance to decline, holding him firmly in place by the arm while he waved down a bartender to make a strong drink, the phrasing and passing glance between the two men clearly some kind of code. The request was before the celestial in a matter of moments and Raphael's order soaked in persuasion hit Adrasia's ear in a sultry growl: "Drink it."

[adrasian]

Adrasia had kept himself as close to the front of the venue as he could, just the right spot to keep an eye on both the dancefloor and the door. The whole evening was a mess and he had the feeling he'd be needing to keep his wits about him the best he could, which he was already failing at, much to his displeasure. The celestial hadn't managed to untangle himself from Noah's company without the cambion foisting a few drinks on him after all and Adrasia had thought he'd gotten away with it until he was alone again and could actually perceive what was going on in his body. That was another reason to stick close to the door: the little gusts of cold air as patrons came and went a wonderful relief on his overheated skin. He wasn't drunk, at least, he didn't think so, didn't feel nearly as discombobulated as the people around him were acting. It was just... his head didn't feel quite right, a little too light. If he stepped wrong on the purple fabric draping down around his feet, he was sure he'd accidentally pull the whole damn costume off.

Raphael interrupted him in the midst of this careful mental mathematics, Adrasia's gaze hazy and half-present before his chin jerked up in response and he saw the ghoul in all his ignominy. His lips curled in automatic distaste, but he didn't fully register the extent of Raphael's costume at first, too focused on the councilmen's face and his goading. He had already opened his mouth to shoot back a quick jab when he truly looked at Raphael's wings and froze. The roar in his ears then had nothing to do with Euphoria's clamor. That the ghoul would be so shameless... Adrasia thawed slowly from his rage, curling his fingers tight in the folds of his costume as if the flimsy fabric was any kind of boundary between them. "Is it ironic, councilman," He snarled up at him without a thought, "That a creature who sustains himself off his pride feels so compelled to shove himself where he's despised?"

Since Raphael and Lucien had agreed to meet up later once both done occupying their slaves for the evening, that left the ghoul with plenty of time to spare in making his rounds, both inside and out of his club Euphoria where he planned to spend most of his evening as the owner.

It wasn't hard to notice the celestial slave he'd had so much fun with last time, Adrasia dressed in a cloth that hid very little of his divine body and the slave seemed to be struggling with keeping up. He was about to have some new struggles as Raphael popped open a portal to collect the wings he'd plucked off the younger's back not too long ago and had them made into a costume piece. For now he removed his polo shirt and letterman jacket as he donned the white wings as if they were his own and moved towards his prey with a charming smile plastered on his features.

"Aren't you looking just absolutely heavenly this evening," the ghoul all but purred, immediately right in Adrasia's space. His dark eyes flickered deliberately over every inch of the exposed skin, lingering on what wasn't shown, and back up again. "You almost remind me of Dionysus. Is it ironic, angel, that you're dressed as a god?"

@adrasian