#raphael2

[adrasian]

Adrasia sucked in a sharp breath at the feeling of the demon puling out of him, still shivering from the shock of Raphael's fangs buried in his throat, pulling all the energy from him that the celestial had to give. His skin was damp everywhere, with sweat and seed and more, his costume crumpled messily underneath him. Raphael's body lifting away was another small shock and cool air was a powerful mercy for all that Adrasia still felt like he was burning up inside. The disorientation had a powerful grip on him, Adrasia's head lolling away with a weak sound of protest as Raphael's hand touched his cheek. It would be some time still before the effects of the drink left the angel for good. He could hear the ghoul's words, knew he was being taunted, and yet Adrasia found he had no more shame to give. Now, he was merely exhausted.

Perhaps the only defiance left to him was to stare into the cushions until Raphael left, offer the ghoul no more reactions. But that was all. Adrasia felt the last of the tension leave his body once he was finally alone, replaced by the weight of his anger and despair, giving way in turn to helplessness again. He could not stay there, not until the ghoul came back or another of the masters found him there. The angel would wait only as long as was necessary to until he could gather his soiled robe around him once more and stumble into the dark.

Absolutely divine. That was the only way he could sickly describe the sight of Adrasia lost in the throes of pleasure beneath him, because of him. The moment the slave came Raphael ducked down, sank his teeth into that exquisite neck, and swallowed mouthful after mouthful of blood and sexual energy. That all stopped along with his hips once the waves of his orgasm faded away and the ghoul lingered a moment, tongue dragging over the puncture wounds he left behind. He stood, withdrew himself from that heavenly heat, and tucked himself back into his pants leaving Adrasia alone for the first time since they ran into each other. Raph turned to face the security camera on the ceiling he knew was there and flashed it a little smirk and wink all for Lucien's benefit as his fledgling would be viewing this later. The Frenchman had asked him to destroy the celestial –– what better way than this?

"You've made quite the mess of yourself," he crooned, giving Adrasia a gentle pat on the cheek. He had no intention of sticking around to make sure the slave got himself cleaned up or taken care of. He'd find his way back to the castle somehow, it wasn't Raph's problem. "Take all the time you need, angel." The sneer accompanying that nickname ought to add a layer of insult behind it. "You deserve it."

[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.

[gwyndolence]

Gwyn found himself powerfully grateful in that moment that his sire had chosen to be with Rhys for Valentine's, if only for the fact that Roland wouldn't be coming through the crowd at any moment to demand what the hell Gwyn was doing. His eyes went wide as Raphael took his chin, round and shining behind his mask, the sith's mouth suddenly painfully dry. If the young master still blushed, he would've then and luminously so at the dizzy pang of lust that skewered him hearing those words. Gwyn had suggested it almost flippantly, but now he sunk to his knees in front of the elder vampire without a whisper of hesitation or complaint, gaze hot and fixed on Raphael's face.

He wasn't ashamed but he was - aware, vividly aware, of all the bodies around them, the people that knew the sith and might recognize him and might watch, even now as he thumbed over the button of the other's trousers just to catch Raphael's zipper in his teeth. The moment the fastening was worked open, Gwyn nuzzled his way inside the parted fabric, cheek rubbing against Raphael's groin as he murmured hungrily with his eyes still riveted upwards, "By your leave, councilman."

"Why not right here," Raphael suggested without a moment's thought. His expression didn't change, nor did he dare bat away Gwyn's exploring hands. He wondered how far the sith would go in thinking he got away with it. At some point he'd absolutely inform Roland of his fledgling's embarrassing misbehaviors but that would happen when he deemed the time right. It wasn't anything personal against Gwyn per se, just ammo for Raph to use to embarrass Roland through the people the Belgian councilman chose to surround himself with. There were more pawns in this game of life for Raph to play with than other pieces on the board; unfortunately Gwyn was in the majority.

He gently grasped the younger's chin between his thumb and forefinger, holding his gaze intently. "You've been hiding from everyone all night, darling," he all but purred. "It's time you show yourself as you give your gift to me. Show everyone what an eager little whore you are. Nothing to be ashamed of, no?"

[adrasian]

Adrasia tried to shut his eyes against the swirling lights and the sight of Raphael stretched out above him, the feeling of the sofa swaying beneath him like a ship with every thrust. It was all far too much, the angel reduced to some writhing, sweating thing -- it was nearly a relief when the compulsion hit. His peak took him all at once, his back arching off the cushions, voice giving with a gasp as Adrasia's thoughts scattered to pieces.

He couldn't remember himself or the man on top of him, not where he was or why. For a long moment, he could only feel the intimate throb of the other's cock spilling inside of him, flooding him, his own twitching almost violently as the angel painted his chest in white for the second time. It dragged out in fits and starts, a few bitten-off whimpers punctuating Adrasia's stuttering breaths as the blaze of sensation finally began to subside. He didn't try to form words again. He only shuddered, his lashes fluttering, his hands dragging down Raphael's chest as the rocking of the ghoul's hips continued. Some part of him feared it would never stop.

Raphael took Adrasia's sounds as purely pleasure, the moans and pleas like music to his ears. He knew the celestial didn't hate him as much as he liked to claim, otherwise he wouldn't be so hard, on the verge of bursting into a second orgasm like this. That revulsion wouldn't be mixed with lust and arousal now that Raph stopped using his powers on him. He kept going, hips snapping into the celestial slave and soon becoming erratic as pressure within his lower gut built hotter and tighter. His cock swelled inside the sweet, tight, not so virtuous ass clinging perfectly around him. Again, that thought of claiming a third slave crossed his mind if Adrasia kept holding his attention like this.

"I know you can't," he murmured low, sure Adrasia meant he couldn't contain his ecstasy any longer. Neither could Raph. "Cum for me," he ordered just as he hit his own climax and continued fucking his seed into the slave throughout the waves of orgasm.

[adrasian]

The ghoul's compulsion kept him pliant even as Adrasia's mind fought to comprehend what was happening. Quiet, hitching moans spilled from his lips with each thrust, equal parts overwhelming pleasure and distress. He could not get control of his body, any command over his limbs, the angel's feathers trailing down from Raphael's gruesome trophy to tickle his skin as the demon's cock carved deeper inside of him. Beyond any of the petty lechery he'd been pressed into before, this was forbidden, so deeply wrong, so profoundly against Adrasia's nature. "Please," The angel's hands scrabbled feverishly against Raphael's chest, his own length reddened and aching against his belly, "Please, I can't."

Raphael sighed in content settling within that tight heat. It hardly compared to the flames of holy fire that licked at him in their first rental not too long ago, Raph much preferring this sensation than that anyway. He saw no reason to acknowledge Adrasia's protests directly. "You feel just heavenly," he hummed, smirking cruelly down at the younger man. Slowly, he pulled his hips back and snapped them forward, building up a steady pace thrusting in and out of the celestial slave.

[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.

[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.

[gwyndolence]

There was the intrigue Gwyn needed, the opening. The brief spasm of budding fear subsided, the sith's smile growing more relaxed, more confident. He had Raphael had enjoyed such fun together last time, after all. It would hardly be a burden to 'entertain' the ghoul again, especially with the magic filling the ballroom with a gentle fog of ambient desire. "It is your gift, councilman," The sith purred, tipping his chin up higher to gaze into Raphael's face, eyes warm and guileless, "You should be able to receive it however you like. Right here in the open or tucked away in any dark corner you please." He let himself get the slightest measure more bold, working open the ghoul's tie to unbutton the very top of his dress shirt, tracing the hollow of the councilman's throat with the tip of a finger. "Or maybe you have something else in mind entirely. Some desire you've been nurturing in that handsome, fascinating head of yours..."

"Have you now?" Raphael hummed, allowing Gwyn's touch for the moment. His dark eyes twinkled, whether it was playful or threatening could be up for either interpretation. With this change of conversation direction, he decided not to bring up how he had the sith on a rune-marked camera stealing from his club or how he might share that with Roland. At least not right now. He wanted to see how far the young thing was willing to go to get himself out of trouble first. "What were you thinking, gorgeous? Would you rather tell me or show me in a more... private area?" There were plenty of playrooms just outside the ballroom not more than a few hundred steps away from the entry.

[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?"