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pursuitseternal · 1 month ago

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𝓢𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓼: 𝓖𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓸𝓷𝔂

Raphael x F!Reader x Haarlep |E| 2.1K

Summary: You fell for it, a taste of the Incubus’ blood. And now you hunger once point of insanity, chasing after the one thing for you to glut yourself on… and it smells good.

CW: Cum hunger, pussy spanking, Breeding no babies, sex pollen/incubus blood/fuck or die vibes, ABO vibes, scent kink, heat/forced heat, threesome, polycule, spit roast, mating press, throat fuck, facial

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Mistake… huge… egregious sin. And now, your body is not your own. Your mouth drools, endless amounts of spit leak from your lips even as you try to swallow.

You shouldn’t have listened to that incubus. What were you thinking? His spit is meant to make you aroused and willing… So why are you shocked that when Haarlep dared you, pestered you… goaded you into a sample of their blood from a fresh cut mark on their finger….

It had been tingly and sweet and spicy and hot all in one drip.

Your body burns hotter than the walls of the House, and a pit forms in your stomach. A hunger unlike anything you had ever known. That’s why you stand now in the feasting hall, your hands grabbing for the constant supply of food on its tables. Buns… cheese… meats… you take bites of all of them, finding them like ash on your tongue.

You spit them each out, one after another. Clearly not what you crave.

Hand shaking, belly growling, you are starving for more. For something… you don’t know what. But maybe, your body does as it hums with infernal hunger. You let your feet pull you towards the boudoir. Your nose fills with his scent, your master. Closing your eyes, his scent pulls you to where he sits on the balcony, the winds of Avernus sweeping his hair to one side. Unphased by the heat, he sits, one knee over the other, a book in his hand. Undoubtedly researching something for his next client or current one…

But you barely open your eyes as you approach. You drop to your knees, sniffing like an animal, drool on your chin, as one shaking hand pulls his legs down and apart.

“Sweetling…” he croons, questioning and warning all in one moniker for you. But his voice barely registers through your need to eat…. Your nostrils flare harder and harder as you bury your face into his groin, hands on the hard planes of his hips.

“Mmmm,” you hum, your stomach rumbling audibly. Drool leaks from your mouth as you open it to kiss the lines of his flaccid cock. Spit dampens the expensive fabric of his pants, your tongue licking a long stripe up his now hardening length. Then it hits you—the first drip of precum that gathers in his piss slit.

That’s what you need. What you crave with reckless abandon.

“Master…” you moan before your mouth latches to his clothed cockhead to suck that tiny pearl of cum through the fabric.

“My eager little mouse, what has gotten into you today. You look positively possessed… If I didn’t know better…”

He trails off, hand flying through the air to grip your hair and yank your open mouth to his nose. He gives it a single long inhale. “My my, you’ve managed to let Haarlep give you a sample of their blood…” he trails his words off into a chuckle. “Did they dare you to do it, I wonder?”

You nod, whining to return your face back where his scent is strongest. So close and yet out of reach as your body burns for him to fuck you, feed you his cock, come inside you until your belly swells. You don’t care….

Raphael can almost read the details of your thoughts as those brown eyes stare into your sweating face. His lips turn in a predacious grin. “You reek, my little whore of a mouse. You just couldn’t resist, and now your pathetic mortal body is in heat for the one thing it craves.” Another rolling chuckle punctuates his degradation as he stands. Fist in your hair, he pulls you to his bed.

His hold on you keeps you tight beside him like a leash. That’s what it feels like… “Such a good pup… keeping at her master’s side, whining…like a bitch in heat,” he just rumbles his laughter louder as he snaps his fingers to magic your clothing away.

Not that it mattered. Your arousal, so plentiful, seeps down your thighs, and you hiss the moment your searing flesh meets the air. Even the hot breezes of the hells feel cool on your body compared to how you are burning alive.

“Haarlep!” he bellows into the House, summoning the Incubus the old fashioned way, his deep voice grating in his silken voice box as he shouts even louder a second time.

The Incubus comes, saunters more like, their red fleshed Cambion form smirking as they draw closer. “Oh… has the master spoiled our little game?” they laugh, crueler than Raphael’s chuckle. “Can’t say I’m surprised… it’s not like me to plan something that might be so fun for us all.” They flash their yellow and black eyes to the Master. “Not like me at all…”

Raphael growls. “You’ve overstepped here, Haarlep,” he warns, setting your body on the bed face down.

Even the silken sheet beneath you feels cool, a moment of respite until your flesh warms it up. Then you let out a sad, pathetic whimper. “Please, master,” you lift your head to see them both staring down at you. One warm skinned mortal face, furrowed in careful consideration, and one mirror image in Cambion form, their shit-eating grin only widening as your gaze drops to their waists… their hips… their cocks.

You lick your lips. “Please,” voice cracking, you make yourself continue. “I can’t bear it…”

“And you won’t have to, my sweetling,” Raphael smiles, a slightly wicked twist to his already smirking lips. “The Incubus will lend me a hand in fixing your problem.”

“Lend you a cock more likely,” Haarlep laughs. “My blood sure does work a number on you pathetic mortals. It’s so much fun to see… and even more fun to cure.”

“Haarlep!” the Master snaps, “lay her on her back and be nice about it.”

A breathy laugh sounds over you; hot, leathery, clawed hands gently grab your shoulder and roll you on your back. You groan, the feeling of touch on your flesh directly is enough to make your walls flutter and your cunt clench enough to let a little gush of arousal leak. Eyes flutter shut. Your mouth fills with spit as your stomach groans, both ends of your body needing to be filled.

Instantly.

The slightest touch of smooth fingers over the curls of your mound, and your thighs fall apart. You buck your hips, lifting them to slam them on the bed, earning you another laugh from his throat… and a firm hand between your thighs… to slap your pussy. The wet collision bounces off the stone walls.

You scream at the wave of pleasure-pain that tears through you. He winds up, giving your drenched and swollen lips another slap firmly over your folds.

“Such a naughty mouse,” he croons, gently soothing your pussy lips and slipping two fingers into your drenched folds. “You gullible slut, falling for the oldest trick in the proverbial book.”

His chastisement falls on your deaf ears. All you hear is your own rushing blood, your hissing breath and the wet, slick squelches his fingers make inside you cunt as he starts to finger fuck you in earnest. He pulls desperate broken sighs from your lips, your eyes close as you just chase the promise of relief at the literal tips of his fingers.

Your noises grow more and more wanton… until you feel the red hot bulge of a cockhead on your lips.

“Please, Master, she’s so fucking loud,” Haarlap grumbles, that whine in their voice nagging. “Let me help make up for my happy mistake.”

Raphael just grunts his consent, maybe he nods or waves his other hand, but you’re too lost to open your eyes. All you know next is the push of that thick, ridge cock into your panting mouth and desperately slick throat. Those ridges catch on your teeth as they slide in and pull out, your mouth filling with extra slickness from your throat.

“You’d better fuck her soon, Master,” Haarlep prods, joking as they thrust a little faster and deeper. “At this rate she’ll pass out before tasting either of us. And if that happens…” they laugh and growl at once, “who knows if she will survive her heat…”

Your eyes roll back, body bucking, mouth screaming as you feel his fingers disappear from your aching cunt.

Then you scream in relief around that heated Cambion cock down your throat as Raphael fills you. A single stroke inside and he’s fully seated. A single groan from his chest, and he’s fucking you with abandon. Your body shivers, pushed and pulled like a carnival squeezebox. Their thrusts sometimes slam into you at once. Other times they alternate. And you, their glorious instrument of pleasure.

All sense of time is lost in the pounding of both ends, the only thing that grounds your body once more is the way your throat-slimed mouth suddenly fills with cum… hot and almost spicy, those ridges dragging in your mouth as Haarlep shoves that cock deeper still. “Swallow pet,” they groan, “it’ll ease the pain… or will it?”

A growl from Raphael between your thighs, and they change their tune. But only after a petulant huff. “Swallow it and you’ll feel better… you’ll glut yourself on us tonight, and then you’ll feel better… and then you’ll learn not to drink my blood unless you want this same heat in your blood and ache in your cunt.”

“Haarlep! That’s enough playing with my food,” Raphael hisses at him, his voice scratching, those velvet tones husky and rough as he stills his fucking inside you.

Keening, you reach for Raphael’s skin, grabbing haphazardly for more of his body. That fire in your blood is barely muted by the cum in your belly, and you lick your lips for more. “Master… please, I beg… fuck me… fill me,” you whine, desperate and pathetic.

Raphael’s body crushes yours, hands bending your legs to buckle against your chest, all while he shoves the Incubus out of reach. “Stand there and watch, Haarlep, touch yourself if you wish, but you’ve been far too naughty to come again before I do.”

The devil’s mouth crushes your own, his tongue sliding inside to lick you clean of the Incubus’s seed. “Good mouse, loyal mouse… stupid mouse for falling for their tricks,” he praises and degrades you in one velvet toned breath. “Master will help you, feed your mouth and nether lips with the nourishment you require…”

Arms wrap around your shoulders, his searing breath in your left ear as he mounts you. His rhythm is fast and deep and persistent. Thrust after thrust he knocks against your cervix, pulling and pushing in your swollen channel.

But you cry for more… your mouth spills a series of pleas, needy and pitiful and submissively sweet as he fucks into your hungry belly and aching cunt.

Rutting, he claims you with his cock… with a snarl he bites into your shoulder, and he maims you with his teeth. Your body is pure flame, hellfire itself. Your hips rock with what little space he gives you, riding his thrusts. Your cunt soaks up every drop of precum that leaks, you can feel that pearly fluid soaking into the heat of your body.

Faster and rough, he grunts and plunges your depths. More leaking cum… more to cool your heat. Until… he stutters, hips slamming your ass and thighs as his breath hitches.

It shoots into you, flooding your womb, his cum painting your insides and sating your hunger. Each spurt cools that inferno, but only barely.

You pant, screaming as you come in time with his release. Pulsing as if swallowing themselves, your walls milk him, sucking his cum deep to your gut. He stills a moment, licking the blood from his bite off his lips. His cherry-red, bloody smile takes up your whole field of vision.

Then he sticks his thumb in your mouth, jarring it open. “Here, Haarlep, since you’ve been so diligent in taking care of yourself, you can at least let that load be useful,” Raphael growls, his words breaking into a deep and delighted laugh.

Hot, sticky cum covers your chin, most of it landing in your mouth that he keeps pried open. Your tongue laps at it, gathering it from your open lips, your face, even the Master’s thumb that controls you.

He lets go of your face, lips crushing yours as he kisses you, cum over everything it feels. Your mind thrums less than before… your hands wander over his smooth, bared back, your chest tickled by the patches of soft curls that decorate Raphael’s chest….

And yet, your stomach still growls. Hungry for more.

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