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Getting through the security at the Southern Checkpoint was a whole circus. It all started when the soldiers picked out Astarion for having a little bit too much inconspicuous blood on his chin, later questioning the arsenal of magic scrolls hidden inside Shadowheart’s pockets, finishing on your heavy crossbow matched with an equally heavy collection of arrows.
("It's for hunting. We are on a hunting trip." Wasn't an adequate response according to the chief guard. (and Halsin. He scoffed at you, that bastard.) Apparently, there aren't that many deer in the city. )
You let out a long sigh as your party was told to go to the back of the queue and wait for your chance to get scanned by the metal soldier. Whatever that meant.
It wasn't tiring like any other adventure your group has been on before. There was no physical exercise needed, no figuring out an ancient puzzle left by the gods, just sitting on your asses and waiting for the queue to go forward.
You were all covered in dust from the unkept road with your clothes needing a curious cleaning. Travelers surrounded you from every direction and their anxious chatter filled your ears. You let out a sigh, your shoulders tense for no real reason. Just what would you do for a warm bath and a soft bed..?
Halsin chose to sit on one of the gigantic backpacks he carried, filled with your camp supplies. His face was smoothed like he was trying to meditate, but you doubted he managed to find any peace with all that noise around.
His eyebrows twitched from time to time, especially after hearing an especially piercing shout let out by some child. You supposed even the Great Druid got used to the comfortable silence after spending so much time in the quiet grove. You raised your tired eyes from him and looked around.
You were surrounded by families begging to get inside the city, farmers with their animals trying to get just a little closer to the city's walls, and maybe the worst - Astarion with Shadowheart, who chose to entertain themselves with bickering at each other in their own mocking tones.
Ever since Shadowheart's visit to the Shar temple, the bond between them grew, going from long silences, occasionally stopped by passive-aggressive comments, to actual conversations. You looked at them both, a small smile dancing around your lips. You were glad they opened up to each other.
(Astarions commented on a dress a passing Dame wore, followed by Shadowheart muttering something about a whorehouse nearby. They both snicker happily.)
You could only roll your eyes in pretend offense.
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After what felt like hours, you finally got to be scanned by "the walking tin-can", as Astarion called them.
Your group got the delight of being greeted by Gortash himself, inviting you all to his own coronation. You managed to plaster on your most pleasant smile (which couldn't look all that convincing after all that waiting) and agree, which earned you another lengthy speech from Gortash.
With only a few eye-rolls from Astarion, you finally crossed the gates and began looking for accommodation. With all the refugees running from the absolute’s army, the courtyard was filled to the brim.
Astarion led you to one of the establishments on the side, convincing you of the quality of the “services” provided inside. You doubted that included a cozy bed and a warm dinner, but you would make do with anything offered.
Your companions wandered off in different directions. Shadowheart was grabbed behind a heavy, silk curtain by an eager-looking Halsin after being promised drow delights from the other world, while Astarion disappeared with someone looking suspiciously vampirish in some dark corner.
You were left with your half-empty drink at the crowded bar. Your mind was starting to feel a bit fuzzy, but it seemed there would be no companion to enjoy the night with today. Your thoughts returned to that bath fantasy from earlier…
“All that time I was waiting just for you darling”, a handsome dwarf woman said to you, sliding her drink closer to yours.
You looked at her surprised and gently raised your eyebrows. You weren’t expecting your night to end like this at all.
“Oh, not me darling, I’m flattered, but I’ve heard there’s someone.. very special waiting for you upstairs, fit just for your tastes.”
Oh, that got your interest. On your way here you’ve heard many stories about the experiences provided in sharess caress, which only made your mind wonder.
You took a last swing of your drink and thanked the dwarf for her recommendation, which only made her giggle a bit. You threw a coin for the bartender, who sent you a wink and wished you luck. You made your way to the top floor, wondering.
What could she possibly mean by this? Maybe it was a shapeshifter, who took the form your soul most desired? Or some kind of druid, creating illusions using potions and charms?
You couldn't care any less as you made your way across the wooden floors. Your body was buzzing with the need to move, sweat, and release. Your body was tense, begging to m o v e, grab and pull. You heard moans coming from rooms around you, which only made the heat in between your legs grow bigger.
You unbuttoned the top buttons of your shirt as you entered the room. It was spacious, not like anything you've seen in a brothel before. A soft sound of running water came from somewhere on your left. You noticed a bathtub large enough to fit 2 people, while a satin pink bed covered with rose petals stood in the back of the room
The air was heavy, sticking to you and surrounding your body, almost suffocating. You could have sworn the temperature in the room was a few degrees higher, making a thin layer of sweat cover your uncovered clavicles. It was almost hard to breathe, the smell of smoked cherry wood filling your head was making it hard to form a single coherent thought.
You almost chuckled when you saw him. His back was facing towards you, his figure arched casually, like always when he talked to you, but you would recognize that figure anywhere.
You had no idea how the woman knew your secret, but it was true that you fantasized about this certain devil before.
Raphael stood there in front of two cups and poured in some wine. His hair was as perfect as always, styled with no imperfection just as his outfit, which fit around his waist like a glove. You wanted to tear it off him and fuck him right there.
You supposed that your little fantasy was to never actually come to life, the real devil too busy with his hellish management and contract tricking to even consider something like this.
And most importantly, you were just one of many travelers he probably messed with, so why would he entertain your little one-sided crush?
The little bits of flirting here and there, mixed with the glint of his eyes when he managed to especially annoy you with one of his mysteries, used to fill your thoughts during lonely evening hours. You knew he enjoyed teasing you, but you supposed that was a part of his devil act, taking pleasure in making you groan or fluster after some of his carefully picked words. Well, you supposed it was your time to finally make it up to yourself for all those times, even if it wasn’t with the real devil.
Here, you got a chance to finally make it happen, to tug his hair out of place, tear at his perfectly fitted clothes, and make his voice sound anything but cunning and orchestrated.
You closed the door with a quiet slam, and the Raphael look-alike finally turned to face you. His face was as stern as the devil's except for his chocolate eyes, which looked lost in some far-away thought. They immediately landed on you as you quickly made your way to stand right in front of him.
"I always imagined you with the horns and wings in a situation like this, but it will have to do," you said as you grabbed him by the nape of the shirt and brought your lips together.
Raphael let out a gasp when your fingers landed on his neck, his whole body stiff for just a second before your lips melted together. His lips were scalding hot as you ran your tongue across them, trying to get him to deepen the kiss.
You were allowed just a second of pleasure before he grabbed you by the waist, turned you, and slammed you into the table behind you in less than a second.
"So authoritative" You left out a breathy giggle in a sarcastic voice. You always wondered how he would behave in a situation like this. You supposed your fantasy of making him beg for it on his knees was as unrealistic as the hells freezing over. But tonight you wanted power over him, you wanted to turn him into a moaning mess on the sheets, begging with your name on his lips.
You reached for his face again, only for Raphael to grab your hand mid-air, holding it in an iron embrace. His cheeks were covered by a faint blush. You wondered if the real Raphael even had the ability to do it.
"What. Are you doing." He let out with gritted teeth, every word spat out in a mix of confusion, anger, and.. curiosity?
You raised a brow at him, getting a closer look into his eyes. You had no idea how the druid knew how to impersonate Raphael so well. He copied his voice perfectly, every little detail from the offended tone to his posh accent matching. His words covered you like honey. It only made you more eager.
“I just wanted to make a new little deal with you” you muttered innocently while placing your other hand on top of his chest. It was firm underneath, covered by the soft fabric. You squeezed his pec a bit and looked at his face.
His expression wasn’t showing anything, but you noticed a glint in his eye. Dangerous. The one you always saw before getting yourself into an especially cruel, unfair situation. Your legs squeezed almost involuntarily, a small shudder going through your whole body. Dammit, you wanted to make him pay for all those times he fucked you over.
You grabbed him by the collar and misty-stepped you two to the silk-covered bed. You landed on top of him, startling his torso with your legs on his sides. You immediately dived back to bring your faces together. Your lips connected, this time with no hesitancy on his part.
You kissed hard, licking at his lips to open his lips for you. Raphael let you into his mouth and your tongues glided together, exploring each other, wrapping and licking. He tasted so sweet around you while you sucked and bit at his bottom lip.
Your fingers made their way to his hair. You pulled and scratched at his scalp, which made him growl into your mouth, annoyed. He tried to flip you around again, but you pinned him harder to the bed, making the kiss deeper. You could feel him tense his whole body under you while he fought for control.
Raphael's body was burning against you making you crazy. You pulled away from the kiss, breathless. Your hands made their way to his clothed shoulders while you tried to stabilize yourself. Suddenly, you began feeling… hazy? He kept a watchful eye over your struggle as if he expected everything. You felt an unstoppable urge to give in and surrender, as his smell filled your nostrils.
You could feel yourself soak through your underwear as you began uncontrollably grinding against his thick thigh. Raphael's hands grabbed hard at your hips, hard enough to leave bruises, and pulled you down on him, forcing a moan out of both of you.
The devil held you like you weighed nothing. He pulled your body back and forth against his hardened cock, still hidden in his pants. You felt yourself losing control, as Raphael began moving his hips in rhythm to your grinding. The friction felt so good, you could probably come just like this, untouched.. Your loud moans filled the air, as Raphael stared at your heaving chest with a mocking expression.
The hunger behind his eyes snapped you back to reality. You searched your clouded mind to find anything you told yourself before, but there was.. nothing. Your mind felt foggy, almost as if drunk, unable to focus on anything while Raphael slowly kneaded your ass. The thought of dominating the devil was critically forgotten as you gave in to the feeling of his hands spreading you. You felt his cock pulse under you and you let out a loud moan.
“Why don’t you undress for me, hmm? Since there was so much you wanted to show me.” Raphael said royally, but his eyes betrayed him. He devoured you, mapping every new detail of your skin as you unbuttoned your shirt. As if you were in a haze, you removed your blouse exposing your breasts to the hot air.
Raphael pulled himself up in one swift motion and wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking and licking while his other hand grabbed and squeezed your other breast.
You could feel the smallest movements of his tongue circling your hardened aureola. The devil’s tongue made you arch your back and push your chest harder into his face. Since when were you so sensitive..? You closed your eyes overwhelmed and squeezed your legs around him, as his merciless tongue played with you
He let off with a loud pop looking satisfied with himself. The next moment he was pushing you down between his legs and you came face to face with his leaking cock.
When did he remove his clothes..? The whole room seemed to be covered with mist, but you could only focus on his dick right in front of you. Your pants were missing too, but you were too busy staring to really worry about that. Any explanation of who the druid was or what his abilities did, didn't interest you in the slightest as you could feel your mouth water at the sight in front of you.
"Satisfy me, little lamb" he ordered, and who were you to not oblige?
You grabbed his length at the base, helping guide the tip into your mouth. You sucked obediently on the tip, savoring the taste he left in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the cock, leaving gentle licks and kisses across the whole length.
Raphael sneered, apparently dissatisfied with your rate of service. He grabbed you roughly by the back of the head, pushing you down until you choked. He watched tears form in the corners of your eyes as you tried to push him back, finally releasing you for a short breath, only to push himself into your mouth again.
Raphael kept a strong hold around your head as he began fucking your throat with no limits. You struggled for breath as his cock made its way deeper and deeper into your mouth.
You couldn't help the choked moans that left you with his every thrust. Your thighs were covered in your juices, just as the floor beneath you. The lack of air only made you loose yourself deeper and you reached with your hand to play with your clit.
Raphael stopped his movements within a moment, still looking rather unaffected by your little performance, except for a dark look that lingered in his eyes. He yanked your forearm and slapped it away, while his other hand wrapped around your throat threatingly.
"Did I say the little lamb was to touch itself too, hm? Or are you so eager to disappoint me already?" He squeezed your throat during those last words.
You whimpered after a wave of pleasure and shame hit you. You felt a sudden fear of disappointing him as if it was planted into your mind by the devil himself. You wanted to please him, make him feel good.
"I swear, let me show you I can do better, please" you begged him. You could only focus on the feeling of each of his fingers pushing and squeezing around your throat, leaving purple marks with every harder touch and making you squirm.
Your eyes found his chocolate one's and you felt bare, exposed, like he could see every inch of your pathetic, needy soul as you begged on your knees before him.
Raphael smiled in victory, his fingers let go of your neck and gently caressed your cheek.
"Good little lamb. I think you might even get a reward."
He grabbed your hair again and pushed his cock down your throat. This time you took it more smoothly and you swallowed around him, which made a quiet groan escape the devill's lips.
You felt his legs move and a leather boot brushed against your clit. The devil placed his foot right between your thighs, making you squirm after finally getting some friction. You locked eyes with him, as if unsure what to do. Or rather if you had permission to do what you desperately needed.
Raphael was looking down at you with a mocking smile spread across his features.
"Go on, take your reward."
There was no hesitation in you as you began grinding across the black, leather surface. The shoe would be ruined from your juices soaking into it with your every move, but you didn't care. It felt divine. You could hear noises coming from the man above- Raphael couldn't keep in his heavy breaths as you took him into his mouth and desperately rutted against his leg.
The pressure against your clit mixed with Raphael's chaotic thrusts finally pushed you over the edge, as you came all over him with loud moans muted only by his dick stuffing your mouth. You felt his thighs tense as he made a few final thrusts and finished inside you, holding your chin so you swallowed every last drop.
You licked your lips proudly, showing him your empty mouth. He chuckled, satisfied with you, and snapped his fingers. You felt your body weaken and before you could say anything you passed out, falling on the hardwood floor.
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Minutes or hours passed, you didn't know, as you awoke spread on the silk covers. Your body felt tired, but the haziness from before seemed to lessen a bit. Were you drugged? You began feeling panic when you made a move to stand up, only to discover that your wrists were bound to the headboard with some kind of enchanted rope. You pulled as hard as you could to no avail, when a movement on your left got your attention.
Raphael sat in a chair, toying with a glass of wine in his lap. His form has changed, now closer to his devilish look with red skin, horns, and leathery wings.
"Oh, good, you're finally awake. I was afraid I damaged my precious traveler, but I see you also don't want to miss the main course." He made his way toward the bed. His cock was half-hard again, thicker than before, and covered with darker ridges.
You shook your head in dismay. What even was happening?
"I think I've had enough, druid. Release me immediately." a wave of anxiety went through you as you noticed his raised eyebrow. He wagged his red tail impatiently.
"Are you playing daft or just pretending, little mouse? Because I really don't like when things are promised to me and then taken away" he said in a cruel tone while placing himself between your legs. You shuddered with a mixture of arousal and fear. Could it be the real..?
You didn't have time to finish your thought because of a hot tongue running across your folds. You trashed against your bindings but Raphael held you hard, his black claws digging into the plush of your hips. He began sucking at your clit while two fingers pushed into you, making you arch your back, trying your best to get away from him while simultaneously pushing your heat right into his face.
You moaned loudly, while he spread you out with his fingers. He made a few scissoring movements and curled his fingers right across your g-spot as if testing you out. You whined at the sudden loss when he pulled out, but the emptiness was quickly replaced by something bigger and rounder filling you while Raphael returned to eating you out with his tongue.
You looked down to see the tip of his red tail inserted into you. It was already too much for you, but then it began moving on its own like it was vibrating. You couldn’t stop your walls from spazming around it.
The sight of the devil greedily licking at your soaked pussy was enough to make you crazy. Raphael wanted to taste you on his tongue and he licked your folds like it was the last meal of his immortal life. He seemingly didn’t care about your pleasure at all, but eating you out appeared to be a special treat, even for him.
You couldn’t stop yourself any longer as you came, wriggling your legs as much as you could in his strong hold. Your chest was heaving and you tried to collect yourself, but the devil quickly grew impatient. He removed his tail and forcefully spread your legs further, so he could position his hips right in front of your awaiting hole.
“Please, wait!” you begged him, but Raphael pushed all the way inside you in one swift movement, making you see white, while his wings spread out a bit in a sudden loss of control.
He didn't give you time to adjust as he began thrusting, the room filled with the wet sounds of your bodies meeting and your loud moans. You could feel every ridge across his dick as he moved in and out of you. Your oversensitive walls squeezed around him uncontrollably as you could only lay there and take it. You felt the pleasure slowly building up again in your core.
Raphael was thrusting mercilessly into you, a small groan leaving his lips with every move. A thin sheet of sweat covered his crimson chest and his dark hair flew out of place.
His usual composure was lost, as he seemed as lost in the pleasure as you were while he burrowed in the heat between your legs.
He bent you in half, bringing your bodies together, as you two reached closer and closer to your climax. His horns hung dangerously close to your face but you didn't care as you pulled him for a messy kiss, tasting him one last time. You moaned into his mouth as you came, squeezing around him as if to pull him deeper inside of you.
He moaned into your mouth while he practically collapsed onto you, his wings shaking behind his back. You felt thick ropes of cum fill you as he finished with a groan, his hands clawing at your hips hard enough to draw blood.
In a second, the ropes binding you were released and you wrapped your hands around his neck to bring him closer, as he rested his forehead on your collarbone. You breathed each other in, the smell of sex and sweat filling the room. You held Raphael in your arms as you both tried to calm your breath. It felt almost surreal compared to the moments before. His wings surrounded you in a cocoon, making you feel like you were covered with a heavy blanket. Peaceful. Safe. The feeling burst the moment the Devil opened his mouth.
"Well, well, I really just wanted to talk to you about the orphic hammer, but it seems you had better ideas. Who knew that worm-infested brain of yours could come up with something quite as nice?" His royal tone was back, as he reappeared right next to the bed, now fully clothed and back to human form.
You laid there lifeless just staring at him. It really somehow seemed to be the real devil, with his real smile looking over your naked body. Maybe his smile looked a little less condescending than usual, but now you were one hundred percent certain that he was the real one.
Resigned, your head hit the pillows. What the fuck were you supposed to do after all that? You were praying that you didn't accidentally agree to some kind of pact during all your begging. Fuck.
Raphael fixed a button at his sleeve while his face showed an expression of a fat, satisfied cat that got the cream.
"I think I will leave you to it. The hammer will have to wait until the next time. And oh, be sure to ask your friend Emperor what he thought of your performance" he sent you a wicked smile as he disappeared, leaving you with one last burst of his cherry smell to fill your nostrils.