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[whosmuts]

Okay I'm not gonna even lie to you this is like over 3k words of Raphael and Caedes smut with some cum inflation and breeding kink thrown in. And biting. And - well, anyway. Uh... enjoy?

Some would say that in a thin walled tent in the middle of a camp full of sharp eared companions was a bad place to do this. They would, most likely, be entirely right. But the desire had been building in Caedes for days, and the dragonborn’s body had certain needs that were most definitely not currently being fulfilled. Chalk it up to avoidance, an overabundance of caution, but he had been avoiding any kind of friendly company, nervous about what this urge burning inside him might end up doing… and that meant that any kind of romantic attraction had fallen by the wayside.

Hence the current scene.

It was late, dark, the fire long since banked and everyone retreated to their own bedrolls. Caedes squirmed; the fabrics had been laid out below them, and at some point he had been covered, but as time had gone on, they had thrown aside more and more. Now laying butt naked atop the blankets and pillows, legs spread wide and scales on full display, the dragonborn was pistoning two thick fingers in and out of his cunt. Body was trembling, tail thrashing, leaving furrows where it came into contact with ground. It felt like it had been hours, although truthfully he didn’t know how long they’d been at this – but no matter how close they came, riding the crest, knuckle to clit and fingers fucking hard, he couldn’t seem to climb up enough to actually hit the height of the crest.

A frustrated little whine escaped his lips, head tilting back, toes curling, so close, so damn close -

“Well, what do we have here?” the deep, buttery voice made the dragonborn jump just slightly, head snapping up, fingers curling just slightly, still buried deep inside him – careful with the claws, of course. Head swung around, seeing the shape that was currently shadowing their doorway. Caedes could see fairly well in the dark, but with the moonlight from behind, it took a moment – and perhaps that was at least partly due to how lost his brain was, still twitching as the coil loosened – to register just who he was looking at.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Caedes snapped out, as Raphael stepped into the tent fully. He was in the human disguise, dressed in the usual smart clothes, looking annoyingly clean and well put together for being out in the dirt of their messy camp. But, they had to admit, it wasn’t a place that they would have imagined him being. Pulling the fingers from their hole with a wet ‘shlk’ noise, Caedes sat up on their elbows. Honestly, he didn’t really give much of a damn about the other seeing him like this – because, staring at the cambion, Caedes’ thoughts had suddenly switched track. Raphael was a cocky asshole, caring about nothing more than himself and deals – and yet the mental image of his real form, horns, wings, claws – the thought made him twitch just slightly. And the dark eyes were drifting down slowly, making no secret of the way they were looking over the scaled form.

Caedes’ tail twitched, another furrow into the dirt. Their tongue darted out, licking over his teeth, not breaking eye contact with the devil. “Well,” he said, clearing his throat, just a tiny hint of something beyond the usual refinement in his tone, “I was coming to see if I might be able to make you reconsider your thoughts on the orphic hammer… but I see you are somewhat… distracted.” he let out a low chuckle, and Caedes’ legs twitched, just – ever so slightly. When he met their eyes again, for just a breath, Caedes wondered if Raphael could read his thoughts. Could see what Caedes was envisioning. “I don’t give a shit about any deals you want to offer me,” the dragonborn growled lowly, “If you have nothing to offer me, then get out. I’m busy.” he slid a hand down slowly, pressing it back against his clit and letting out a low moan, as quiet as he could manage.

Raphael took a half step forward, eyes fixated on the movements of the hand before he seemed to get control of himself again. Then his spine straightened, a hand lifting to gesture casually, “I’ve been told,” he said, slowly, “That there’s very little that can match in pleasure to the feeling of a demon’s forked tongue. The heat, the control… I wouldn’t know myself, of course, being rather differently equipped to yourself.” and he chuckled, low, dangerous. Caedes lifted their head again, twitching breathlessly – of course, it was a little different, having someone looking at him, but something about the cambion looking at him with raw hunger whilst they stroked their clit…

“Is there not something you could be doing that’s useful?” they growled out, “Ideally one that shuts you up.” and there was a low chuckle at that, Raphael moving closer, looking down at the spread form below him. “Now, now, dear, less of the attitude.” he tutted, shaking his head slowly, “But maybe there is something we can agree on. Something … mutually beneficial for us both.” he said, voice liquid, “After all, I’m a creature of deals, my dear. Nothing is without cost, but for this… how about just a mutual understanding? I can make a verbal deal as well as one without contract…” he paused, letting the words sink in. “Are you offering to f-” “Free you from that bind? Why, yes, I am,” Raphael whispered, “We shall have a perfectly balanced deal. Tit for tat, if you will.” he chuckled again, and it was still dangerous, but now a thrill ran down the dragonborn’s spine. “Shared pleasure, nothing more… a relief to both of us.”

Were they really considering it? That mental image of the cambion flashed in his head again, now envisioning sitting on that cock, riding it – and Caedes exhaled sharply. That dangerous grin got wider, Raphael clearly knowing he was on the right track - “Only if,” Caedes held up a sticky finger, “The others do not know. Not a word of this gets back to the camp.” “Mm, a vow of silence? Yes… that seems fair. Do we have a deal?” Raphael asked, head tilting slowly. Caedes hesitated – and then nodded. “Mutually assured pleasure,” he said. “And nobody knows.” “And nobody knows.” Caedes proffered a hand – and Raphael leant in, mouth opening, sucking the sticky fingers into his mouth, drawing back, jaw opening as he drew back, with a devilish grin. For all his human disguise, the tongue seemed to wrap unnaturally around his fingers, and Caedes moaned softly.

With a click of his fingers, he was suddenly not on his tent floor.

There was a thick, plush bed below him. Heat in the air, which spoke only of the hells; of course, he’d been transported to somewhere they could make as much noise as they wanted. It did send a tiny thrill through his chest. The fact this was a verbal contract, not a written one, that desire in the cambion’s eyes, the hunger, the twitching in his pants – yes, this was going to be mutually beneficial. The room was fairly dark, with heavy red curtains muffling noise, and there, in front of him, at the end of the bed…

“Oh, fuck.” Caedes whimpered, despite himself. Wings spread out as Raphael tilted his head backwards, a low laugh in the back of his throat. His horns curved up towards the ceiling, his tail whipped, and the dragonborn couldn’t help but look down to the hard cock that was standing to attention. It looked massive, ridged and textured in ways they were desperate to feel… but Raphael had other things in mind first, clearly. With his knees on the edge of the massive bed, the cambion pressed his hot hands into the white thighs. Slowly, he began to push. Caedes let out a deep growl – he was usually dominant, and it was strange to be pinned. But the hot hands pressed against the strong meat of his thighs, and the claws dug in, like a warning, and the sharp points of pain made Caedes let out another low, needy whine.

Mouth opened, showing off the sharp fangs. He could feel his hole drooling, desperate, as the tongue slowly slithered out. Just as forked as Raphael had said, and now it drifted, barely touching, over the achingly hot flesh of his spread lips. The tips seemed to have a mind all their own, as it began to stroke him, steadily getting deeper, until it flicked up, the deepest part of the fork catching either side and they groaned. Raphael laughed, a low rumble as the tongue kept up it’s movement, a little rougher…

It was so hot, the breath against him, mouth pressing closer and closer until suddenly the tongue was diving inside their tunnel. Legs twitched, drawing in around the head; his tail swung up, wrapping around one of the thicker horns, hanging on, and Raphael was laughing as he was working, finally drawing back for air. So close, so damn close, and Caedes snarled, desperately, but it was no good. He was inexorably drawing back, so much stronger than the dragonborn was, gently removing the tail. Hands settled either side of his hips, red on the red fabric, and the cambion made a point of licking the slick off his face.

“Delectable.” the voice was so much deeper, rough, rumbling right through his own broad chest, and sent a slight shiver down Caedes’ back. “But I think you can tolerate a little more, hm?” leaning back up, Raphael’s knees tucked under the backs of Caedes’, propping his hips up just a little – as if to see the twitching, drooling hole more clearly. One thick hand was stroking slowly up his cock, giving him a clearer look at it. Oh, fuck, it was incredible; as thick around as the dragonborn’s wrist, ridges rising up the length with an ever so slightly pointed tip, and a bulge at the base… the cambion was laughing at the hunger in Caedes’ eyes, now, leaning over. Reaching up, they pressed white clawed hands against the broad chest, trying to push him over, wanting to ride on it, but he wasn’t moving, no matter how much of their power was pushed against it.

“Tut tut, little mouse,” Raphael whispered, “Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn. But hasn’t anyone told you, that patience… is a virtue?” laughing at his own joke, he leant overhead, wings tenting, and Caedes arched his back now, jaw opening wider, legs twitching wider. “There we go, isn’t that so much easier?” he gently stroked one hand over the scaled jaw, tilting his head back slowly, baring the red toned neck. “Don’t worry. I’m going to take such excellent care of you…” he pressed the tip against their hole, slowly. The pre that drooled onto his lips was hot, already, against the naturally cooler dragonborn, but his cock, fuck. Oh, gods above and below, that was – incredible, twitching as he began to ease in. Caedes was definitely already a size queen; they had taken plenty of thick cocks, yes. But this felt like nothing before, as each ridge slid in, and he was so close, so fucking close, from the stretch and the push and whimpering, muttering, begging the other to please, please move. Their tail wrapped around Raphael’s, twitching erratically, as he chuckled – and then began to move.

A deep snarl of pleasure rocked out of their jaw. Arching, thrusting back up against him as hips moved excellently, as if Raphael was designed for nothing more than pleasure. The cambion’s jaw dipped, sharp teeth nipping against the bared neck, then getting rougher at the moans, Caedes’ claws digging into his back almost hard enough to break through the skin. The other got the message, it seemed, because now the teeth were properly biting into his neck flash, hanging on as he was fucked like an animal, the bed creaking as they bounced, the smell of woodsmoke and hot flesh and spices filling the air like an incense – Raphael’s motions were coming a little rougher too, now, a little more raw, as if he was close, and that cock was swelling, bulging, and it caught on his clit as Caedes stretched around it, his murmurs and whimpers getting louder, so close, so fucking close, the coil so tight inside him -

“Breed me,” he moaned, “Please, fuck, fill me, breed me, breed me --” he cried out, just as he was starting to crest – finally, finally about to cum – and then Raphael froze completely.

“No! No!” Caedes snarled out, grabbing the other’s shoulders, but he was laughing, wings twitching. “Please, fuck – Raphael -” he whined. But Raphael was looking away, to the corner of the room - “I think you heard that, didn’t you?” he said, chuckling lowly. “I most certainly did,” replied – Raphael? What? Caedes looked over, so lust addled he could barely think, body twitching around the stretched cock, clit aching, so fucking close – but there was the devil again, only in his human shape, still clothed, although his cock was hard enough to tent his pants.

“What?” the dragonborn mumbled, looking between them. “You’re – what?” “Ah, yes, how rude of me,” the human Raphael spoke. “Caedes, meet Harleep. My own dear incubus.” the other Raphael dipped his head, with a playful little giggle, sounding not a damn thing like the cambion, now. “He decided to give us a little hand tonight. But now, you… changing the terms of the agreement on the fly, hm? I must admit, I’m feeling somewhat generous today,” he chuckled, moving right to the edge of the bed now. “Did you mean it?” he whispered, leaning in.

“I -” Caedes’ was glad he couldn’t flush. The words had been unexpected, he hadn’t realised it himself until he’d felt the heat inside him, the aching burn of demon cock, and just how badly he wanted it. He should say no, he should – Harleep rolled his hips. Caedes cried out, arching his back, fuck, so close, “Yes! Yes, fuck, please, I need it – I need it -” he howled. Raphael chuckled, reaching out, pressing his hand against the dragonborn’s chest, trailing it down slowly, then pressing his palm flat against the lowest point of his belly. There was a sharp sear of raw heat, and then everything was on fire, all over – his whole body felt like it was balancing right on a knife edge, body twitching, clenching around that cock -

“You want to go first?” Harleep asked, head tilting slowly, and Raphael chuckled. He stepped back, shaking off the disguise, identical to the incubus’ mimicry now. As he slid out, Caedes whimpered, desperate – and then Raphael pushed inside him. The cock was exactly the same, if more slick with pre, only the movements were just a little less practiced – Caedes could feel himself drooling, lost in bliss. His hips were rough. The movements were ragged, wild. It felt almost better than the expert pushes of the incubus. Once, twice, and then on the third – Raphael grunted, a hand going around Caedes’ neck to pin him down as he bucked against that thick cock.

And Raphael was cumming. By the gods, he was cumming, his tip pressed as deep into Caedes as it could go. The mark on his lower belly glowed bright, but the dragonborn’s eyes were shut as he roared in pleasure, finally cumming himself. His body clenched down, feeling as each pulse of cum painted his deepest parts. Finally, Raphael began to draw away, claws scraping thin lines down the scaled chest as he eased out, a wet pop as the thickest part came loose. The cambion staggered back, sitting down heavily.

“Finish up for me, Harleep,” he said, voice casual, even if he was a little breathless, “Make sure they’re properly bred.” “Of course.” Harleep chuckled, dropping back into Raphael’s voice as he plugged Caedes’ back up. He squirmed, body over sensitive, as the incubus in disguise kept up a rough movement, battering the cum right into the deepest parts of him. His mind was lost in the fog, the utter pleasure of being used, being fucked… each thrust thrilled out over every inch of his body, nothing but raw orgasm. Bred. He was being bred. His mind flashed to a distant future, gravid with a hot, heavy egg, dragonborn tiefling, bhaalspawn devil, something that he didn’t think had ever existed before… he moaned as the mental image felt so fucking good, waddling around with the forbidden young inside him…

“Oh, little mouse,” ‘Raphael’ whispered, “Aren’t you going to look beautiful? Mm…” he bucked a few more times, too, and then he was cumming. It was far more than the first time – each spurt hot and thick, buried so far inside him, that Caedes was starting to feel the stretch. He fell into a stupor as Harleep worked him, and for every time he pulsed cum inside, they worked the dragonborn until he clenched and roared and finally began to beg for a rest…

“You asked for this.” he whispered, stroking a clawed fingertip over the steady growth on the white abdomen, muscles pushed away to a soft curve packed with hot cum. Just the sensation of the claw trailing over that bulge made Caedes cum, unexpectedly, twitching all over, tail limp now. “Oh, and look at that – now I have to give you another one. Remember, mouse…” he leant right in to Caedes’ ear. “Tit for tat. For everyone you have… Raphael gets another.” It wasn’t long before the dragonborn felt limp, brain lost in the soup of utter pleasure, whole body shuddering with the orgasm that didn’t seem to stop, and his belly bulging…

When he woke, it was slowly. His whole body was aching, still twitching spasmodically. He rolled over, pulling up a blanket from the bedroll… the smell of woodsmoke and the burble of voices dragged him towards reality. As Caedes opened his eyes, he took in the sight of his tent, warm light coming in through the gaps. A dream? Was that – another twisted dream, Bhaal’s idea of torment? Sighing, he started to sit up – then hesitated. Not only was he sore and twitchy… he slid down the blanket, looking at his previously ripped body. Hand trailing down too, he stroked it over the heavy swell of his belly, already looking pregnant with a clutch. The bottom half of the roll was soaked in sticky cum, clearly still leaking out of him… when he managed to waddle over to the mirror in the corner, he could see it all. Bite marks on his neck, scratches down his chest, blood on his claws…

And there, on the bottom of his belly, probably marking his womb – a softly pulsing mark he vaguely recognised.

Raphael’s mark, glowing with magic.

“Ah, fuck.”

[chessentans]

Chappell Roan really was like "I won't endorse Harris because of the continuing genocide and the fact that the Democrats aren't protecting trans people. I am voting for Harris but won't endorse. You should expect more from your politicians and that's what I want before I endorse anyone" and got absolutely insane amounts of hatred and vitriol for that not only normal, but morally righteous take. And then because of aforementioned insane amounts of hate had to cancel shows due to mental health and then got MORE HATE. Like wow! Starting to think you don't want principled and authentic celebrities, don't care about women's feelings, and don't understand how mental illness affects people! It will entirely be entitled fans fault if she steps back forever from releasing music

[cork-run]

the names of certain mob-involved trans women have been changed

[0sbrain]

alternatives for ai to design ocs

hero forge

picrew

the fucking sims 4

your local furry artist

bitmoji

shitty photoshoped collage

DeviantArt bases

zepeto

making edits of your favorite character

searching "dress up game" on the app store

learning how to draw

[tooquirkytolose]

Happy Mexican Independece Day from Hatsune Mikuacana

[supreme-leader-stoat]

Shout-out to the bumper sticker I saw the other day that made me feel one second of pure, incandescent rage, which I have replicated in complete accuracy below:

[o0kawaii0o]

ROMANCE DAWN TRIO

[sm-baby]

you heard him

[hinamie]

I'll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite

[thekidsfromyestergay]

Just saw a video like "um actually rocky horror isn't good queer representation because frank sexually assaults janet" girl he kills and eats people. It's called the rocky HORROR picture show not the rocky cute gay rep tw t-slur picture show

[wasyago]

quiet hours

closeups under the cut :]

i really like these

[radioactive-boba]

Behold!!! He is here!!!! I further fucked up my sleep schedule to get photos in natural lighting to show all the pretty details. Im so happy its done, i love him sm!!!! He sucked the soul straight out of my mortal body!!!!!!

[robo-beasty]

What's going on inside his head?

MY BOYS. Thinking of how Valentino found out Vox had a tongue had me CRY laughing so much omg

[orcusnoir]

So true