I was ready to risk it all for far worse characters than him

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CONTENT: NSFW! 18+ only please! Smut involving reader with an implied female anatomy, but they/them pronouns are used through out.

⚠️TW⚠️: NSFW content, obsessive Raphael.

INTRO: After receiving a taste of Tav from Haarlep abusing their form, Raphael can’t get enough. His sweet-tooth begins to crave the real thing.

A/N: I just know Raphael lives in between Tavs thighs. You’ll have to pull that man by the HORNS to get him to stop.

Haarlep begins to wonder if Raphael has gone into some sort of infernal rut. Ever since his favorite adventurer broke into his home and indulged with Haarlep, Raphael has been attached to them. Their form has been Tav for days, and they wonder if the mouse will march to this cursed manor and kill the two of them on the spot for those constant ghost touches. Haarlep knows Tav must be clenching every muscle in their body now, as Raphael buries his head between their thighs. It’s been hours, and Raphael is still licking, sucking, kissing, and biting. It’s enough to make a being as experienced as Haarlep overstimulated. They ball their fists into the sheets. It’s been centuries since Raphael indulged like this. They’ve never seen the devil make such a mess of himself between the thighs of their favorite adventurer.

The first time, Raphael finished untouched just at the mere taste of them! And it’s not even the real thing! But hells, how he groaned, tensed, and gripped their thighs as he finished untouched. If Haarlep didn’t hate him so much, they could almost be aroused by his desperation. The indents of his fingerprints lasted days, and they hoped Tav could see the devils face as he drank them like an exotic whiskey. As if he had been starved - on the brink of death - but the mere taste of Tav on his tongue brought him back to life.

Haarlep bites the hand they use to cover the noises they make as yet another orgasm washes over their illusion body. Raphael insisted Haarlep kept quiet, saying he wouldn’t hear a sound from them, not if it wasn’t the real Tav crying out. But the incubus can see the tent in his pants at the muffled noises, and he’s never stopped them from making those choked cries. Poor Tav, they must be absolutely exhausted with the devils constant feasting.

Raphaels head lifts from in between their legs, loose strands of the usually perfect hair fall stray in-front of his face, the brown eyes burn with pure hunger into the fake face of Tav. Their juices gleam on the devils managed stubble, highlighted by the dim candlelight. Raphael uses his hand to clean his chin and mouth, licking his fingers clean. “Our Tav must be tired. They may not survive if you start feasting again.” Haarlep says to the heavy-breathing devil, and he sees Raphael’s eyes darken at the reminder Tav can feel every single one of his touches. Those dark eyes narrow slightly in consideration. “Perhaps they will make their way to this refuge then, and seek the real thing for relief.” The devils warm breath fans over their entrance, and it makes them want to close their thighs in sensitivity. The corners of Raphaels mouth twitch up. He longs to see Tav this sensitive from his tongue, for his scalp to be sore from how hard they pulled on the strands.

But Haarlep knows the devil better than that. His statement may be coy and teasing, but they can see the true desperation in his brown eyes. How badly he wants them to come to him, to allow him to taste them in their true form. The incubus worries that Raphael wouldn’t let them go after they allowed him to feast. They also worry about Raphael’s humility. Who knows how fast that devil will finish untouched if it was truly the real Tav? He had to bite the inside of their thighs to stop himself from moaning into their entrance as he came undone while tasting them. The mark stayed there for days, adorned by his fingerprints.

The devil, still painfully hard, curls up next to Haarlep. They’ve offered several times to relieve him, but he surprised the incubus when he ripped their hand away, refusing to finish until it was the true Tav he had. A masochistic characteristic, but Haarlep was none to question him. Raphael shuts his eyes tightly, his breathing still heavy and needy against Tavs neck. It takes him awhile to simmer down after these long feasts, and sometimes he gives up in a fit of rage, starting all over again.

Raphael’s mind is filled with thoughts of Tav. Their scent on every inch of his body. His mouth tasting of them. And he fantasized about his long wait finally over, wondering when Tav will visit the den of the lion, willingly heading into its jaws.

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More random intimate positions/scenarios! Pt.2

Morally grey/villain characters this time!

Forewarnings: Dark content… including things like ownership, stalking, gore + obsession. Some pure fluff though :)

(I apologize for this being considerably longer compared to the others. I have been playing some more plus researching the lore. I feel more confident in my understanding of the characters and my writing.)

Gortash had his fingers wrapped around your chin as he beckoned you to look at him. You’re sat in his lap with your hands rested atop his shoulders. His expression is content with how closely pressed you are to his body. He could savor your warmth and read you so intimately. His brown eyes meet yours with a certain warmth laced in all the unwavering dominance. His lips quirk into a smirk as he watches your poorly built facade begin to crumble. His spare hand runs along the small of your back slowly… beckoningly. He'd be the hero of Baldurs Gate soon. He'd have all the power he dreamt of as a boy. Don't you wish to share that with him? His chest purrs when you keen into his touch. Good. He knew you could be a pretty thing for him. Such a formidable foe and he’d have you right by his side.

Minthara had her arms wrapped around your frame protectively. No matter how large or small you were in comparison. She was determined to hold you and plant some sort of reassurance into you. The way she regarded you was not that of any other. No, you were special to her and the woman realized it may not be so clear. She may be a cruel and a standard "drow", but beyond that there was an affection for you within her heart. She plants a kiss against the back of your shoulder-blades and it draws a shudder. Her muscles tighten around you as she presses her face into your shoulder, hot breath washing the junction of your neck and the flesh of your shoulder. You resist a second shudder. Unbeknownst to you, she’d follow you even if it was fruitless. Nothing was shaking her now that she was wrapped around you.

Orin's blade travels down your chest. It was gentle yet sharp... she wasn't particularly aiming to harm you but the thin streak of blood was enticing. The wound was so shallow it barely bubbled- just enough to alert her she broke the skin. Everything about the way she gazed at you was unhinged. You knew if she had pupils they'd be dilated. She draws her face downwards and laps at the tender flesh while you draw a shaky inhale. The whispers of praise and wishes for more barely reached your ears beyond the thrum of your heart. The slimy feel of her tongue worming it’s way up to your collarbones hitch your breath and you watch carefully. Each movement breeds more anticipation- she was soaking in your torment. She was wicked, truly, she devoted herself to you. You’d never understand her… but did you have to?

Ketheric’s hand laced with yours as you walked to his side. He was laid on his throne with open thighs as he acknowledged your presence. The man was aged and once a father. Well, technically still but Isobel regarded him with disowning. He long burned that bridge from his desperation and despair. You entered his life and turned things around. Everyone in Moonrise had never seen him so soft since he lost his daughter and wife. You took a seat on one of his thighs as he drew your hand to his face. His lips planted a gentle kiss on the back of your hand and then along your wrist. His beard tickled and caused you laugh, struggling against his hold as he stubbornly refused to let you go. When he finally did his lips were quirked upwards and there was a twinkling in his eye. He never thought he’d take a lover again… so he was glad when you broke down his walls. He’d once curse you for being persistent but now he’d praise you for it.

Raphael tugs on the invisible leash that was wrapped around your neck. You jerk forward on the bed as you kneeled with palms balancing you on the lush fabric. His wings were on grand display as his typically slicked hair tussled ever so slightly. Expression dark and expectant as you slowly crawled toward him. His brows furrowed as he tutted impatiently, a leg swinging out to hook around your thigh and jerk it underneath you. You collapsed as he drew you towards him with little patience. You now sprawled across his lower abdomen and crotch as his chest rumbles in amusement. Your skin burned with a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. The hold he had on you, literally and figuratively, elicited a deep part of your brain. One that wished so carnally to be claimed… to be owned. Raphael would see to that, he promised, with one hand stroking your hair. You were such a sweet thing… and if you weren’t so persistent he’d lock you up for himself.

Kar’niss thought of you as a blessing. Truly, a drider like him didn’t deserve such an angel. He was supposed to be punished for all eternity for his shortcomings. He failed once and will never see to being a normal drow again. That’s why it didn’t make sense for him to be rewarded- but who is he to look at a gift with ungratefulness? He always holds you so tenderly… his body shockingly cold. He’s restless today, you note, as his eight legs skitter and his hands curl at you. There’s a flittering look in his face. A hunger he tried to conceal. When you question, he answers truthfully, drider need to feed on blood to survive. Every four days or he’d succumb to weakness and eventually die an empty husk. You offer yourself and he checks you for any hesitancy before diving in. He pierces the flesh with his sharp nails before indulging in the crimson that flowed. Between suckles and licks, he praises you for your generosity. Endless ‘thank you’s’ flow as much as your blood. He’s sure he’d never fallen deeper in love… or was it infatuation?

Haarlep knew their affection for you was essentially forbidden. Raphael handed you as a toy to them. Nothing more and nothing less- they should regard you only for his entertainment. They somehow found themselves wanting to indulge in your mind rather than your flesh after some time. It was your softness that first stunned them and foiled their pure-desire. Raphael never touched themself with such… they could barely find the word. Gentleness? Regard? They’d lay with you after your shared bliss and inch their nails down the side of your hip as you detailed your life. With a hand propping their head; they seemed enchanted. Mesmerized by how simple yet complex of a creature you were to them. Haarlep was a succubus and spent their life serving that purpose. They almost felt jealous of the freedom you held in life. They couldn’t help but find themselves fantasizing a life where you two lived in better circumstances. It was all a fantasy, though, they knew it with a bittersweetness.

Durge had always watched you from afar. Stalking, following and admiring. You caught their gaze amongst the crowd as they deliberately chose their next victim. You would’ve been easy. You didn’t hold yourself with a particular air in the ranks of Baldur’s Gate. Another citizen lost to the crazed killings of a maniac. It wasn’t until you’d noticed you had a secret admirer did your hackles raise. You could feel a pair of eyes on you at the most inopportune times. Then, came the letters at your doorstep detailing how they defied their nature. You could’ve been another hung corpse but instead they wished to wrap their mind around your heart and their lips amongst your neck. A shiver ran through you… a mix of disgust and a strange intrigue? Surely it was the way the letters were so detailed and deranged. You would’ve ignored it all until the stalking emboldened. You saw their figure in the window at night and through the alleyways. It was only a matter of time before they struck and claimed you as theirs. You’d simply have to keep an eye over your shoulder and hold a dagger close. If you could even strike them, that was.

The crown is theirs to take.

First of three Raphael x Tav/Durge commissions for @/weeirdvileheart on IG! I had a lot of fun working on this power couple! 😈👑

SHADOW OF DURGE

part 1 of 3

here the first comic of my DURGE's backstory.

this was a story that stuck in my mind for a wile, and now here for you all!

my Durge is a big tiefling with pale green skin and red hair, homicidal maniac with a surprising sweet heart.

tell me in the comments what you think!

raph gives you a forehead kiss

Best Served Cold

A/N: I want the record to show that I love Haarlep. Spoilers for Patch 5.0 Epilogue. Using it for evil. Hiding under a gif. Maybe don't read if you don't like. Sex and violence. Short bit of something.

Haarlep/Durge (GN), Raphael/Durge GN: Best Served Cold (18+)

Oh, the spoils of war are ever so sweet. 

The thought flits through Haarlep’s head, a disconnected spark lost amidst a sea of pleasure. The incubus grips their lover’s hips tighter, fucking up into them as if it’s their last night in Hell. Raphael’s treasured pet comes to take their pleasure from the cambion’s form one last time. Torrid, debauched, and so blessedly delicious. 

I wondered when you’d visit me, my godling, breathed into the hollow of their throat. They’d shivered, eyes widening in wonder and lust—Haarlep’s favorite combination. The incubus bathes themselves in the bhaalspawn’s hunger. You seemed so fond of my little brat. 

“Oh, look at you.” Haarlep breathes. Raphael’s voice, dark and heady, fills the chamber. The bhaalspawn shivers. “Made for his cock, weren’t you? More’s the pity: you were never disappointed by the real thing.” 

They ride him harder, snarling into the frozen air. Haarlep laughs, shifting their touch inward, fingers splayed low on their belly. He likes the contrast of their skin, devil-red against mortal flesh. Haarlep licks their lower lip and thrusts his hips up. There is something so debauched about the way the godling takes him. Furious, punishing, oh, it’s good. Nails bite into his shoulder. The bhaalspawn dips their head, licking the hollow of their throat.

Teeth graze over their pulse. 

And then they bite. 

Haarlep groans, a rush of blood and heat as they break the skin. The bhaalspawn turns their head to the side, hissing into the ruined flesh. There’s pain, but they’ve had far worse during their tenure in Cania. And they still clench around him, move. 

“Mmm, hungry for him, were you?” 

The godling laughs, nosing the underside of his jaw. “No. No, sweetling, that was just for you.” 

They purr, “I’m flattered, pet.” 

“Dreamed of it.” They groan, pushing up and impaling themselves on his cock. Haarlep spreads their legs wider. They want to watch. “Dreamed of this.” 

The incubus chuckles, rocking. “And is it everything you desire?”

“Almost.” They tip their head back, mouth falling open in rapture. “Raphael!” 

Haarlep hisses, pushing up under them. “No. No, pet, you call my name.” 

The godling laughs, rolling their hips. “Raphael.” 

Any response dies on the incubus' tongue. The voice is as familiar as breathing, so much a part of them after centuries of life. Haarlep’s blood runs cold. “You called, little mouse?” 

Haarlep thrashes, suddenly needing to get free, get out. Raphael is there. A mangled reflection of himself, but still alive. His left eye is milky, flesh badly burned and scarred. The right corner of his mouth curls up in a sneer. The godling clenches around them, moaning.

“Oh, Haarlep. Whatever’s the matter? You were so keen on using my form before.” 

The bhaalspawn’s grip is more sure than death itself, tearing through the flesh, leaving long stripes of blood across his pecs. Haarlep hisses, pitches, gets no further. They try to speak, but the damned creature kisses them, swallowing the words along with their air. Raphael closes the distance between them, hands clasped at the small of his back. Dispassionate. The once prince strokes a hand down the godling’s back. 

Fear settles low in the incubus’ belly, coiling alongside the rush of pleasure. So close to the end. A feverish weight at the base of their spine. 

Raphael strokes Haarlep's cheek. His one good eye narrows. 

“Once upon a time, you left me to our little beast…” the bhaalspawn groans, reaching out to fist a hand in Raphael’s robe. “...and I am a cyclical creature. An eye for an eye, hmm? Only fair I return the favor.” 

“Raphael…” They choke out his name, vision blurring. The godling’s teeth are back at their throat, biting, tearing. Haarlep tries to catch their hands, but they are brutally strong. 

Their little brat chuckles, bending and pressing a chaste kiss to their mouth. “Adieu, darling. It’s been…unforgettable.” 

And Haarlep screams. 

lobotomized Durge starts to date Raphael and Gortash throws himself out of the window when he sees them together

CLOSED - BG3 COMMISSIONS!

they filled up way sooner than expected, i'll open them again when i get through them ^-^

DM or send an ask if you have questions!

(it is bg3 only but tavs and durges i can do!)

I will not be shamed or silenced

𝒜 𝒟𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁’𝓈 𝒮𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉-𝓉𝑜𝑜𝓉𝒽 (3)

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CONTENT: The final part of A Devil’s Sweet-tooth is here! This writing contains heavy smut, so 18+ only below the cut. Reader is implied to have FaB anatomy, but they/them pronouns are used throughout the passage. POV switches between the reader and Raphael!

⚠️TW⚠️: NSFW/18+! Obsessive behavior, desperate behavior, biting, Raphael is nuts.

A/N: My requests are opening now! I take them for all characters listed on my profile & request rules have been added. This work is not proofread!

Part 1 , Part 2

The feel of their hand as it closed around his was enough to drive him mad. For all his infernal life, Raphael had only known familiar touches - touches in the form of his own skin. Never had he known how desperately he craved the touch of another, someone other than himself. He can feel ripples of flame burn around his heart as he leads them to the main floor, the space clearing for pairs of dancers joining them. A low and slow note from a violin hangs in the air, before all Raphael can hear is the hypnotic music.

Tav steps in unison with Raphael, the music guiding each of their movements together. Has Raphael always had this look in his eyes? Has he always been this tense? Questions upon questions stack in their mind one after another as they stare into those brown eyes of his. They feel all consuming, as if they were staring into the eyes of a starving animal, prowling towards them. For a moment, his stare becomes too much between the two, and they turn their head towards the musicians. But a firm grasp finds itself on their jaw, their head being jerked back to Raphael, his hand holding their jaw in place as his gaze burns into their own eyes. It leaves Tav breathless, frozen, their feet only moving with his, if only to keep themself from falling.

Raphael is starving. His limbs moving on their own accord to hold Tav’s face in place. He aches to hold their head like this as he enters them, to see each and every wince in their features. His fingers curl around their jaw, tracing the bone, then his fingers move downwards, light touches on their neck. He can feel the goosebumps form, and he wants to sink his teeth into them right there in the middle of this crowded hall. The thought, the hunger, the pure and primal need to have them sends blood rushing down below his waistband, and his control slips with each moment that passes as he holds them like this.

The feel of Raphaels hand resting so near their neck has Tavs heartbeat quicken, a fire igniting in their body. His fingers twitch there, and they can tell the devil is restraining himself on a leash that’s about to snap. All those days of heat between their legs.. could it have been? Raphael guides them into a turn, ending with their back against his chest, their hips hitting something.. hard against his. Raphael’s breath hitches, and his grip on their waist tightens enough to leave marks on them. It’s enough to make the devil stumble, bumping into one of his guests behind them. His legs shaking with need. He lowers his head to the crook of their neck, his uneven and heaving breaths fanning against their skin, their back arching, their hips parting from him. But he pulls their body in, closer this time. Holding them right there as their dance slips farther and farther away from the crowded hall. Not a damned soul seems to notice.

Raphael can’t hold himself back anymore. Not when they’re this close. Not with their back of their hips pressed against him like this. He needs them, he needs to have the real thing now. With each slow movement, he’s leading them away from the crowded hall of his home. His remaining humility is thrown out the window and into the Styx, forever lost as he guides them more.. and more.. and more away to the crowd. Closer to him.

Tav willingly moves with him. Those nights of heated un satisfaction, those humiliating moments of moans slipping out from their mouth in the mid-day, it all burns up to this moment. This final tug on the string of their body. The curtains closing on Raphael’s long chase. He has them, and they have him. His hand slowly moves to shut the door of his large chambers, closing with a slam. Claws begin to form, digging into the wood of the door beside Tav as he pins them against it. Finally in privacy, certain that only he can hear Tav now. That their eyes will only remain on him. Tav watches Raphael’s throat bob up and down, the unsteady breaths that leave his mouth. “Have you felt me, all those days?” He asks, his voice strained as he speaks against their ear, running his teeth along it, then his mouth slowly moves down, sharp edges grazing the column of their neck. “Answer.” He bites into their neck, pushing them farther against the door, claws digging even further into the wooden material of it as their head leans back and they cry out. “Yes, yes I have!” They answer, hands finding the material of his doublet. No, that won’t do. With a free hand, he guides their hands up to his hair. “Pull.” He demands, the mark of his bite visible against their skin. Hesitantly, they do pull the strands of his hair, and Raphael lets out a groan against their neck. But it’s not enough, he needs more of this. More closeness. More touch. More pull from them. He slowly raises his head, eyes pinning into theirs, pinning them just as he cages them against the door. “I could not get enough. I will never get enough. Work unfinished from hours spent between your doubles legs. You have no idea how much I’ve craved the real thing.” He watches closely as Tav swallows, hands remaining in his hair. Their eyes searching his, and he lets them search. Lets them see the honesty in his need. Ever the insightful devil, he can see the surprise on their features. They didn’t know it was him. A low chuckle escapes his lips, sounding just like silk. “You made me needy, when I felt you and Haarlep together. Jealous, even. I haven’t been able to shake off such heated feelings. It was only a patch to the floodgates of my wants, to feast from afar. But now.. now I have you.” His hands graze their sides, resting on their hips as he pulls them away from the door. So many ideas. So many things he wants to do to them. So many things he wants to hear and feel from them. But right now, he just wants to bask in this view. The victory of finally having them. He lets go of their waist slowly, hands mourning the feel of their body, and he backs into a chair, head tilting back as he sits, his legs spreading wide. His hands wrest against the armchair, eyes remaining on Tav.

“Undress for me.” He demands from them again, and Tav can clearly see the devils untamed arousal from where he sits. His foot taps against the marble floor, impatiently waiting. Their eyes remain on his as their hands reach up to the ties of their fabric, loosening the strings and buttons. Their fabric slips down, revealing their collar bone, slipping down their arm. They can hear the devils grip tighten on the chair he sits at. They do the same to the other side, and Raphaels gaze lights their skin on fire.

Soon enough, their fabric pools at their feet, leaving nothing but their undergarments to hide their more intimate areas. Raphaels head tilts up, and he breaths in a long and sharp inhale. Tav is worried if he grips the fabric of the armchair any harder, the seams of it will snap, and his restraint with it.

“Touch yourself.” He says gruffly. Tav has never heard the devils voice so desperate and low. Just the tone of it sends waves of heat down below, and even more when Raphael chokes out a “Please.” Their eyes meet again, and there is pure pleading in his gaze. Their hands move through their hair, beginning to trail down lower, over their chest. Raphael lets out a groan in response to watching their touches. “I want to see how you do it, just so I know what I can do better with my own hands.” Their thighs clench together , and their hands still on their chest.

They seem hesitant, and Raphael is impatient. “Lower.” He orders them, and the power in his voice is enough to have their hands trailing down, just above their undergarments. “Lower.” He orders again, and Tav hears the break of fabric underneath his claws against the chair. Their hands grasp the cloth, slipping it down their legs. Raphaels eyes trail down to their region, and stay there. His chest rising and falling rapidly as Tav uses a hand to stroke there. His eyes memorizing each and every movement they make. He will be sure to come back to the memory in his lonely nights, chasing after release on his own body while he imagines them as they are now.

Tav lets out a moan, and in a flash the devil is out of his seat, one hand grasping their wrist to stop their movements, another on their back as he pushes them into his bed. They can feel the twitch of his member still painfully trapped within his pants as he hovers closely over them. The hand that grasps their wrist rises, and he licks the slick off their own fingers, a satisfied hum leaving his mouth, his eyes fluttering shut at the taste. He turns them over, on top of him this time, pulling the two of them to the center of his large bed. His hands release them, only moving to undo the pins on his doublet, the white undershirt remaining as he throws the cover to the side. His fingers move over the first few buttons of it as well, before stilling, then moving to Tavs thighs.

He pulls their thighs closer, greedy in his movements. “I will taste you, and I won’t stop until you are trembling above me, until I feel tears of pleasure fall into my hair that I’ll have you tugging on.” He urges them closer on top of them, nearing his face. He can feel the hesitant flex of their muscles in their thighs, the stilling of their body, and Raphael looks up at them, that burning hunger still evident in every inch of his face. He could almost finish from the view he sees, Tav above them, their bare chest rising and falling in unison with his own. Their hair messy from his pulling movements. He wants to make it even more of a mess, so he pulls their head down by their hair, his lips capturing theirs. The taste of their mouth is divine. What is it with Tav? Why must every part of them taste so good? So addicting? His teeth bite against their lip, and they open their mouth, his tongue slipping in. The sensation of their kiss is enough to have his hips bucking up against them, and they moan into his open mouth. The devil devours the sound, only pulling away once they are both out of air and on the verge of suffocation. Their heated breath’s mingle together, and Tav gives a slow nod to him of permission to continue. Raphael wastes no time, pulling their hips up with strength fitting of the son of an archdevil against his face. His hands curl around the flesh of both their thighs, looking into their eyes once more before he dives in.

The feel of his tongue against them has their body lit aflame. It’s so much more than what they’ve been feeling these past few days. Overwhelming, almost. Their hands ball into the soft fabric of Raphael’s white undershirt, and they let out moans above him. Groans escape Raphael from below. The devil does not dare hide how much he enjoys this. His hips grinding into nothing, his grip on their thighs tightening. He feasts like a man starved. More passionately than he ever thought possible for an infernal being. Like making love to a religious figure, he licks like a mad man. He can feel Tav shuddering, and he has to stop himself from reaching down to relieve his own arousal. It’s consuming him, from his feet, to the tip of his horns - the burn of pleasure. Their breaths are quickening above him, and finally, finally, do they pull the strands of his hair. And they pull hard as they come to their orgasm. Raphael can feel the waves himself, and he lets out a cry, his mouth moving to bite the inside of their thigh to silence himself as he finishes untouched. Cumming from the taste and feel of them. The real them. Tav releases over his mouth, their divine juices trailing down to his chin, even some down his neck. His teeth let go of the flesh of their thigh, coming down from his own strange high with heavy breaths. But he still wants more. Still craves to be inside them, not only with his tongue anymore. A step he didn’t take with Haarlep. A step he wanted to save. Forget feasting until they’re sobbing. He can play that game later. He needs to have them fully. And he needs to have it now.

He lifts from above them slowly, their juices still glistening on his chin in the candlelight of his chambers. Tav is still coming down from their high it seems, eyes still heavy and breaths still coming in with short bursts. But he can sense the feel from them too, the chase to the finale. “Can I undress you?” His mouse asks him, and Hells does he want them to do just that. They don’t even need to ask. “Yes. Quickly.” He quickly responds, guiding their hands over the intricate buttons of the white undershirt. It slips down from his arms, revealing his chest. Their hands glide down it, and his muscles tense- just as Tavs had when they touched him in such a way. Their hands mess with the waist band of his pants, and he helps them, finally releasing his member, the remnants of his early orgasm evident. Tavs hands pause, surprise on their features. “Did you..?” They begin to speak, and Raphael wishes he had taken Haarleps teasing words seriously. For he did. To simply silence them, he pulls them down for another heated kiss, slowly turning them over to be on top of them once more. This will be his first time ever doing such a thing, but he’s not nervous. Not when he knows how good Tav will feel around him. Not when he knows how badly they crave this themself. His kisses move lower, against their jaw and to their neck, resting his head in the crook of it. Slowly, he matches his hips up with theirs. One leg moving to spread their hips wider for him to fit better, hands slipping underneath their back to hold them closer against his body.

Tav has never felt such heat before. They never knew the sensations Raphael brought them were possible. Little did they know, neither did he. He acts like a wild animal, twisting them and turning them where he wants them most. Spreading their legs with his knee, nuzzling his head into their neck as one slow thrust he buries himself into them. “Fuck.” He curses, his breath becoming low moans himself as Tav squirms in his grasp, pain mixing with pleasure from the size of him. He should have used his fingers, he thinks, to stretch them wide enough. But it’s too late now, and he’s in too deep to stop. Raphael has to stutter out the incantation of a restraining spell, using it to freeze the lower half of his body. He knows he won’t be able to control himself from rutting into Tav, and he doesn’t want his little mouse to be in pain. Not tonight. He can still feel the throb of them around his cock, and he thanks himself for mustering the will and strength to cast that restraining infernal spell.

After mindless and high pitched moans, Tavs body aches for Raphael to dig himself deeper, the burn of his size subsiding and submitting to pure pleasure. They didn’t even understand what it was he muttered into their skin, too lost to wild sensations. But they begin to grind their hips down, and Raphael shudders, the sound of some sort of magical snap sounding out as he thrusts. And he thrusts again. And again. And again. He bites the flesh of Tavs neck, moans their name, palms every inch of their skin with his shaking hands. He revels in the sight of him beneath him like this. The way their face contorts in pleasure. By the end of tonight, Raphael expects his still crowded manner to be filled with artisans, painting and sculpting the sight he sees below. One wrong brush stroke or chip of stone that does not do his divine mouse justice, and Raphael may just hang them on hooks. His hips move in unison with their moans and his own. Louder they become together, and Raphael has to raise his head, speaking and huffing into their ear. "Just for me." He hits a spot within them that has their back arching, and he courses with pride. "Say it. Say it's just for me. Your moans, your body, your gaze. I need it to be mine." He almost pleads with them in-between moans to submit themself fully. The devil within him wanting to own every inch of them, in body and mind.

"It's yours, Raphael! Yours!" His mouse screams his name, and he's done for the moment it falls from their lips. He lets out a series of groans and moans with them, and the two are a symphony of pleasure with one another. He finishes inside, his member twitching still within them from the intensity of his orgasm. Their bodies gleam with sweat as they come down from their overwhelming high. Raphael does not pull out. He keeps himself in the most intimately close way with his mouse. Perhaps he'll never release them from his grasp, not even when their companions come wandering.

Tavs breath heave and slow, long awaited release running its course into exhaustion. Their eyes meeting his. They’ve felt those eyes of his on them the entire time, surely burning each sight of them into his long memory. They blink once. Twice. Sleep runs its claws along their body, still filled with Raphael, his scent lingering on their skin and the smell of their intimacy in the air. But before Tav submits to well earned sleep, they run a hand in his hair.

“Who knew the devil had such a sweet-tooth?”

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝕽𝖆𝖕𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖑

Two's company, but three's a party in the House of Hope 😈

Censored version of Raphael with my client's Durge Evanora and my Tav Fortune!

FULL VIEW 🔞

A beloved client, who we'll call the Archduchess because she would like to remain anonymous, gave me dealer's choice for the first NSFW comm she's getting from me. I might've taken my creativity a bit too far and made Raphael dangle like a chandelier over his dinner table

She also let me add my character Fortune because she noticed that I haven't drawn her in a while and to help ease my burnout 🥹 Andrew Wincott saying "get me on a leash" during Haruka's stream definitely motivated me into finishing this after it marinated for a few weeks in my hard drive 😂

This was so much fun to work on!

SHADOW OF DURGE 3/4

here the third part.

we are near the bitter end....

here for you a bit of my Durge oc

very 'nice' fellow when de doesn't want to kill you....

a valentine raph for my moots from yesterday 🌸