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The devil put his hand on the teen’s shoulder.
“Welcome to the House of Hope boy, your new home.”
The youth looked up at him, angry. Enraged really. It was amazing there was so much hate in such a sweet young face. Then, quickly, his face fell to impassivity. Still, he shrugged off the touch. Raphael smiled at this.
He was resilient. A fighter. All that more fun to break
He had begged his parents, pleaded, tried to bargain-- He had not cried- When they sold him to Raphael.
It had impressed the devil, used to children sniveling at the first whiff of him. More so he thought the teen brighter than the parents, as he had realized something was off about his guise, calling out he was not human almost immediately. Though, the sweet thing had not been able to detect exactly what Raphael truly was.
The parents- They’d tried to spin it for him. He’d be in service to a powerful warlock, an apprentice. He was getting into trouble too much on the streets. He said he was too smart for school, that it was boring. This was a good path for him, a unique one. He’d learn a lot. The boy was too bright for this though- he’d seen it for what it was right away.
Slavery.
“How much?”
The devil looked down at him, with a cheshire smile. He knew what the boy was asking, but he wanted him to say it, because for some reason that detail in particular bothered the child. Watching him be debased was going to be so much fun.
“How much….what?”
The teen swallowed thickly, his voice cracking slightly.
“How much was I worth? To my mom and dad.”
Raphael, still in his human guise leaned. The teen was tall for his age, a lanky little thing, but he was not at the height of Raphael, not even in this false form.
“You know I have always been of the opinion children are priceless. Their innocence, their kindness, the naivety.”
Raphael sighed.
“But I’ve been told you are none of those things. Skipping school, fighting, running with the thieves guild?! At your sweet nubile age…”
Raphael tsked, shaking his head.
“So, I put your value at about”
He wobbled his head a bit, waggled his fingers as if counting. The devil always had had a flair for the dramatic.
“….five thousand gold.”
The dark haired teen’s jaw was set, and he wore a sneer at that utterance. His fists were balled, and the devil could see his knuckles were going white.
“Good to know.”
He finally spat. He turned away, stalking towards one of the big window’s of the room. Raphael could hear the youth grinding his teeth from here.
Raphael didn’t stop him. He watched the youth jump just slightly, heard the boy’s stifled gasp.
Raphael grinned.
He turned around. His posture completely changed. His body language had already been defensive, but now he was almost folding inward. The teen’s arm’s were around his own waist, hugging himself. Not in a pitying manner. Protectively. As if he expected Raphael to jump on him, rip out his organs.
Oh Raphael could transform right now, pounce as those perceptive brown eyes bore into him. Make that drawn face scream with terror.
His head tilted to the noises coming from down the hall. The screams, the moans. His face remained drawn, but his eyes were wide beneath that curtain of messy black hair.
“When’re you gonna drop that disguise?”
The teen said softly, eyeing the devil through his mop. It was as if the little creature was reading Raphael’s mind. He was almost impressed with someone so young being so insightful. Though it did take a lot of the fun out of pouncing. His father was right. The brat was a know-it-all.
“….And what do you intend to do with me?”
Raphael chuckled. He was so……Well the boy was certainly no shrinking violent.
Raphael said nothing. He circled the skinny little thing. He had a lovely transitional body. Pretty fair skin, no facial hair yet but little pocks of human adolescence. Not a boy or a man, a gangly in-between. He was slightly muscled, tall- lean- but there was a good bit of baby-fat still in his face, his facial features were still soft, rounded. Perfect, just perfect for ruining.
The boy stared coldly at the devil, as he circled around. His brown eyes never wavered, defiant. The youth’s lip curled into another sneer even as he shrunk just slightly.
“You’re a smart boy. What do you think I intend to do with you?”
“Why do devils buy young boys?”
Raphael threw his head back, laughter ringing out into the halls. It wasn’t a sound they normally heard, and it echoed ominously against the quiet wails and moans from further down.
He was going to be fun, absolutely worth the gold. Hopeful ones, resilient ones, strong ones- those were Raphael’s absolute favorite. His favorite prisoner quite literally carried the house moniker.
“Oh, I won’t lie to you little mouse. I can smell the innocence all over you.”
The devil leaned in, inhaling.
“You’re a virgin. Of course that brought your value up to me.”
The boy scowled, as if this fact annoyed him more than it scared him. He hugged himself tighter.
“For me though?”
Raphael chuckled.
“Oh- don’t flatter yourself. You’re not my type.”
The boy’s shoulder’s sagged with relief. As always behind the bravado there was fear. It was delicious.
“You’ll work with my overseer Nubaldin, I’m sure he’ll have some tasks for you in up-keeping my house. You may help me or another one of your housemates from time to time as well, but he will be your superior in most things.”
The boy for the first time seemed to relax even slightly, a cautious optimism in his eyes. His arms dropped to his sides. That’s what Raphael loved to see. The boy’s reality wouldn’t be revealed to him all at once, let him believe a devil benevolent despite all he’s read- let that youthful hopefulness get the better of the boy despite himself- let that light burn- watch it be snuffed out. It was no fun to tamp it all down out once, the joy was in the torment, a slow-drip was always better than a quick burn.
Raphael paused, as if something that just slipped his mind came to the forefront.
“You know. Before we go to the ever stalwart Nubaldin, come, sit, break bread with me.”
The teen eyed the table suspiciously, overflowing with what looked like decadent dishes of all kinds. He approached it. With his foot he moved the table cloth, and revealed the skeleton beneath the table. Its foot had been sticking out from under the gilded fabric.
“I’m not hungry.”
Raphael snapped his fingers, and the table, once a bit chaotic was cleared- the bodies- gone.
“I understand. Humans and their sensibilities.”
“A drink then.”
A bottle and some glasses appeared between them. Good whiskey, top shelf. Raphael sits, and gestures for the youth to do the same.
“I don’t drink.”
The boy replied shortly, still standing. Raphael chuckled as he poured two crystalline glasses out.
“Really, roving the thieves hall, not one of their denizens gave you a taste? I just don’t believe it.”
He handed a glass to the teen, pointedly.
“I detest liars, lying is very unbecoming. Especially for a child. That’s half the reason you’re here, being naughty.”
The human rolled his eyes, snatching the drink and sitting at the very edge of his chair.
He sniffed it first, eyes never leaving the devil.
“Oh, you wound me~”
The fiend hums, hand going underneath his chin. Raphael sips his own drink.
“See, not poisoned.”
The boy finally, haltingly takes a sip. Harsh coughs immediately follow.
“Fuck. That burns.”
The boy manages, disgust apparent on his face. His hand runs against his own thin chest. Raphael watches this with interest. Haarlep was going to enjoy him immensely.
“Wyvern whiskey. Better than whatever swill they’ve been giving you at the guild.”
“I think I prefer the swill.”
“A distinctly working-class statement.”
The boy prickles at that, glowers at the devil. He takes another drink, forcing down another expression of disgust. It seems just as with the amount he was sold for, his station being poked at deeply bothers him. Raphael notes this- it was another trait to manipulate.
“You know if you ever intend to get a house like mine you’ll learn your liquors. Art, music, literature- fine living - those things distinguish the rich man from the poor.”
The boy doesn’t reply immediately, sweeping his hair out of his face. It falls back almost immediately.
“And you’re going to educate me?”
He mutters cynically. Still, his body language was relaxing, the alcohol doing its job.
“I could.”
Raphael grinned at the boy, leaning forward. The devil knows the answer to the next question before he even asks.
“Have you ever done a tasting?”
The child’s face is flushing just slightly, it makes his cheeks such a lovely shade of pink.
“No. What’s that?”
Raphael feigns shock at his statement.
“They really do teach nothing at those lower city schools. I guess they don’t expect peasants to become patriars.”
Five bottles of high-end liquors appear on the table beside the wyvern whiskey, and Raphael goes into a spiel about each one. With each bottle the devil pours the boy a small amount, and he sips it. Raphael loves the thoughtful faces the teen makes- It seems he’s really considering each one, letting the flavor settle in his mouth- Even as some struggle to go down.
The youth points at the bottle of mermaid whiskey once they’ve tried them all.
“I like that one.”
He says, and his speech is slurring slightly.
Raphael grins. Grabbing and turning the slender blue bottle in his hands. It glints, the silver mermaid twisting around it seemingly smirking up mischievously at the two men.
“It’s decent stock, not as strong as what I first gave you.”
Raphael hands the bottle to the teen, who runs his hand along the raised mermaid decal. The withdrawn youth nodded as he was handed it, and the boy seemed truly interested. He was listening intently in the same way he might a favored teacher in his old life. Raphael purposely made sure their hands touched for a moment too long, and he felt the boy’s heated skin- likely from the alcohol running through him. The boy didn’t pull away. He was beginning to trust the devil, poor thing. No matter how the young human tried to cover it, delicious nativity was there.
“I do like their drinks in Tethyr. The notes are a bit fruity for my personal tastes though. Whiskey should taste like whiskey. Burn like whiskey.”
“Do you want another glass?”
The youth looks at the devil in an odd way, and then down at his empty glass. He puts the mermaid whiskey down on the table next to it.
“….I think….I think I’ve had enough.”
Such self-control! At his age. Gods how boring. Still, the devil could see how flushed his pretty face was- it seemed the drink and the tasting was enough to get him where Raphael wanted.
He was drunk.
“Come. I want to show you something.”
The youth, with some concerted effort stands up after the devil, he wavers, but follows the man down the hall. As they pass debtors the boy starts walking closer to Raphael- almost against him, and the man can feel his body heat radiating. It was going to be so decadent to betray his trust, watch Haarlep debase the little thing.
“What did they do?”
The youth says softly, watching the unseeing tormented pass by with quiet horror.
“Debtors my dear sweet mouse, debtors. That is not your fate- you have not signed anything of your own volition.”
They stop at Raphael’s bedchamber.
“I will never, ever, sign any contract with a devil.”
The boy says quietly, firmly, taking in all of their torment with his lips pressed in a hard line. He kicks a voyeuristic debtor begging for a peek inside the room they’re stopped at. She’d been pulling on the youth’s raggedy robes. Raphael can’t help but chuckle. There’s that lovely rage simmering just below the surface.
The devil smiles.
“A mouse-like choice for a mouse-like boy.”
The youth scowls.
“After you.”
The teen is gently pushed through the strange translucent barrier, and he eyed the now visible baths suspiciously.
“What is…..”
“Haarlep my darling!”
Raphael calls in a lilting sing-song.
“I have a friend for you to meet.”
In a swift movement Haarlep appears, and he’s perfect as usual. Dark hair, muscled, chiseled- His gorgeous face grinning lecherously. A perfect mirror of Raphael in his prime. Though cambion’s of Raphael’s noble line aged glacially slow- the devil had been alive for hundreds upon hundreds of years now. The sight of his aging, the little crow’s feet, the forehead lines, the slight sunkenness of his eye sockets- They all deeply disturbed the devil. The last time Raphael had seen his father Mephistopheles face to face, (which he mostly avoided), he’d realized, with horror- Raphael looked older than him.
It was after that meeting his dear archdevil father sent the incubus, as if reading his thoughts, and the devil had fallen head over heels in- Well, love wasn’t the right word- they were devils. Lust, need, worship. Having Haarlep was like having his younger self, and it was truly precious. Raphael didn’t know if Haarlep returned even an inkling of those affections, and he didn’t care, as long as the incubus kept fucking him to sleep each night.
Just the sight of him made Raphael’s loins stir, but it wasn’t time for that. He wanted to show his appreciation, his love for the beautiful incubus his father had gifted him, and he knew his toy’s favorite thing in the world was fresh meat.
“This is Enver Flymm. He is a new servant within our hallowed house.”
The teen’s eyes widen at the sight of the incubus, his unhidden devilish form, his strappy underwear hiding little of his sculpted frame- and the obvious bulge straining against them.
He turns to Raphael, only to see his human guise has finally been removed as well. He smiles down at the boy, fangs glinting, and aggressively forces him to turn back around.
“Now that isn’t polite at all. Say hello.”
The youth nervously puts out his hand, as if to shake.
Both devil’s laugh over him, and he scowls slightly. The youth edges closer to Raphael. Poor mouse, he had no friends here. Raphael supposed he was going closer to the devil he knew, and he put his hand on the youth’s shoulder, a false comfort.
The incubus’s head tilts and he inhales.
“Oh Raphael, you didn’t.”
Haarlep approaches the two, examines the fearful teen.
“You know, I’ve never had a human virgin. I might just kill it on the spot, stunted little creature. Permanently rewire its brain chemistry….”
Enver’s face fell.
He looked up at Raphael, his face contorted in anger and fear.
“Y-you said you didn’t want me for that!”
The teen snarled, immediately moving away from the devils. He stumbled slightly from his own drunken state.
The devil tutted.
“Do not put words in my mouth mouse. It is most unbecoming.”
He watched as the teen shrunk away from both of them, pressing against a wall. He quivered with the intensity of a cornered animal.
“I said you being a virgin brought your value up, and I said I bought you for that, among other reasons. I said you were not MY type. Never once did I state you would not be used for sex by others.”
Haarlep chuckled. “He jumps at the word “sex”, darling. I will certainly end up breaking the repressed little creature.”
Raphael shrugs. “His soul is yours if he doesn’t have the strength to keep it.”
Haarlep laughed softly. “Oh. How delicious. You know, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were sweet on me old man.”
In any other case the words would enrage the devil beyond belief, but from Haarlep it only made the creature stir with want.
Haarlep slunk over to Raphael, laying his head against the older devil. Both of them were so in synch. Neither moved, letting Enver attempt to escape through the barrier from whence he came. They stood, staring at him with twin devilish smiles as he pounded on it, kicked it.
Of course the barrier did not let him back through, Raphael had the pass, and without him touching the boy the youth was stuck.
“We don’t have to jump right in you know. Why don’t we have a bath hm? Calm down?” Haarlep sing-songs, his tail twisting from side to side. Raphael can tell, even as the incubus says this- he wants the virgin boy- badly.
“I don’t want to…” He huffed, hands going to his knees as he caught his breath “….fuck you both….”
The human is panting from kicking, his face bright red. He’s drunk and overwhelmed and despite all his blustering- scared.
Haarlep steps forward, changing into the female form Raphael liked from time to time.
“Would you feel better if I looked like this?” He purred.
The teen looked up, taking the new form in. A flash of shame shades his reddened face. He looks down.
“I…I don’t know.”
Haarlep looks back at Raphael with a knowing wink and smile, and he changes yet again.
Back into Raphael’s male visage, but- human- and older. The human guise Raphael had worn bringing the boy into their lovely house.
Raphael felt a pang of lust, realizing that is what the boy wanted. It stroked his own ego in such an intense way.
“Come now, just sit in the bath-“
Enver’s eyes slide from Haarlep to Raphael. Raphael nods, encouragingly.
Perhaps it’s the alcohol, or his understanding he’s not getting out, but he slinks over to the large, opulent baths. He very purposely avoids getting close to the incubus as he goes. The boy throws his robes over his head, and haphazardly throws them to the side. Raphael smiles at the youth in his underclothes, eyes trained to the floor. He is a pretty boy isn’t he? Good taste at least.
The teen sinks into the hot, bubbling waters, and a little sigh escapes him, despite himself. The devil’s water is charmed with restoration, so of course he immediately feels more relaxed.
Haarlep follows after him, shifting out of his clothes and sinking into the warm waters. He puts his arm around the shivering creature and immediately the frigid boy melts.
The touch of the incubus immediately affects him and he’s somehow even redder, panting.
“Mmm….oh…”
He mumbles blearily, but as he tries to slide away the incubus pulls him into his arms, down onto his naked lap. The youth yelps as he’s pressed against the incubus’s hardness. The proud boy is a quivering thing now, his black hair wet and all over his face, his lips wet, half-parted. Raphael palmed himself over his pants. He hadn’t expected to be so affected by this- but, c’est la vie!
“Do you feel that?”
Haarlep loudly whispered, eyes sliding to Raphael touching himself as he spoke to
the shaking boy.
“I think you need to take responsibility for what you’re doing to me, you filthy little creature.” Haarlep chided.
The human let out a warbled moan in response, unable to focus or think on anything at all. Incubi were nothing to joke around with.
“Come help me dearest, I think this is a two man job.”
Haarlep says, turning slightly, his arm not wrapped around the wriggling boy coming to lay on the stone at the edge of the pool.
Raphael grins, he was likely going to join them anyway at some point- but an invitation is an invitation. As he’s walking over he shifts out of his clothes, kneels by the pool. Haarlep pulls him down into an impassioned kiss, tongues battling and arms entangled as he practically pulls Raphael into the water. The devil has to brace himself not to be pulled in. It feels strange kissing himself in this form but, it does scratch an itch. Besides, Haarlep feels as good as ever.
“Gah!”
Raphael disconnected from his lover, and chuckled at the sight of the human emerging from the water, gasping. It seems Haarlep had let go of the boy to kiss the devil, and the sweet mouse had gone underwater, unable to hold himself up, too high on the incubus’s charm to even be aware of his surroundings.
The boy scrambled out of the water, panting, his eyes wide and wild.
“W-what was that?”
Haarlep moves towards the other end of the pool, where the boy exited from. “What was what darling?”
“S-STAY AWAY FROM ME!”
“You’re hard as a rock, just get back in the bath and play with us…” The incubus coos softly.
The human looks down, and blushes at the sight of him buldging in his underclothes. Still, Enver continues to step away, back towards the wall. He looks at Raphael, for help, understanding.
“I-it did something to m-me. When it touched me. I-I had no control of m-myself.”
He said this with fear but also, a distinct undertone of self-loathing.
Raphael shrugged, wanting to get on with their game at this point.
“And?”
“And?!” The boy shakes his head emphatically, indigence in his voice.
“I thought you’d understand.” He huffs, sliding down against the wall. The teen leaves a little trail of water as his wet body slides into the floor. He huddles in fetal, his wet head against his knees.
“I-I won’t do that. I won’t let myself lose control to- to a shapeshifting freak.”
Haarlep shrugs, sinking back against the bath wall, arms stretched out casually on either side. He’d come in time. Where else would he go?
Raphael however, his jaw was set with anger. Haarlep was not a freak. What sass! The boy was a servant in this house, perhaps it was time to make that clear. He stood up from kneeling, striding over to the boy and grabbing him by the hair.
“Ah-! Ow!” The boy yelped, hands going up to try and protect his burning scalp.
“You don’t like his touch?”
Raphael snarled.
“What about mine?”
He slammed the boy forward into the marble, a sickening crack echoed out through the bed chambers.
“My nose!” The boy screamed, again trying to bring his hands to his face. He didn’t have a chance. Instead Raphael pulled him back towards the pool.
Haarlep sighed, not changing positions. “Oh lovely is there really a need for that? Don’t damage him before I have the form.”
Raphael wasn’t really listening, shoving the teen’s head into the water. The kid struggled against him hard, his arms going back and him kicking aggressively as he could, but he couldn’t get out of the devil’s grip.
The water splashed violently as the struggling boy thrashed about in the depths, gasping for air and desperately trying to break free from Raphael's iron grasp. The devil held him there for a few moments too long, enjoying his struggle before finally relenting and pulling him back out of the pool.
The boy coughed and spluttered, his lungs burning from the water he'd inhaled. Raphael let him go, and he fell to the ground below, gasping for breath and clutching at his chest. He turned to the side, shuddering and harshly coughing up water. Alcohol and a bit of lunch came up too as he heaved violently onto the marble. His face was discolored, no longer that pretty reddish-pink. Enver’s eyes too were red-rimmed and glassy when they finally opened, he looked up at Raphael hatefully, clutching his nose.
“You can either fall into my arms or his.”
Raphael says smoothly, his tail twisting and his wings fluttering as he gathers himself, returning to that false almost paternal smile he’d had when they’d been having drinks.
Enver’s face doesn’t change.
“I’d rather have a fucking ogre” He grumbles, rubbing his nose.
Raphael laughs before grabbing the boy and unceremoniously throwing him back into the water.
“Oh be so careful what you say in this house. Another time perhaps.”
Haarlep groaned. “You’re splashing me~” He chided with distaste, as the boy again emerges sputtering from the depths. He watches as Haarlep slides over and immediately swims to the other end of the pool. Raphael shakes his head, sinking into the bubbling waters himself.
“What did I say?” He said, irritated. He was losing his patience the way the child was playing games.
Enver is hugging himself, and though he isn’t making any sound, Raphael notes tears running down his face. He isn’t sure if it’s from the drowning, and the subsequent heaving water up, or if it’s from now, and this choice- but he feels his cock twitch at the sight.
“I-I don’t…..I don’t know!”
It’s as if the damn has broken, whatever strength the child was pulling from has shattered. Tears fall freely from his pretty face, as harsh hiccuping sobs rock his body- Showing his age exactly for what it was. Raphael wants to go over, lick the tears from his face- crack open the child’s rib cage and live inside his pain and his fear.
“I don’t want it to hurt.”
He finally whispers pathetically. Still bargaining, even in this state.
The devil’s eyes meet, and they again wear the same twin smiles.
“No one said it was going to hurt.” Haarlep coos, opening his arms to the boy.
“Come to me. You won’t even feel it.”
He sniffs, wiping his face.
“It was…it was too intense.”
“I will tone it down.” The incubus lies simply.
“Come, come-“ Haarlep continues, gesturing gently to the youth.
His tone is false, something in it Raphael isn’t sure of. It’s not his own voice. Someone else’s- Well, Haarlep has a repertoire- He served Raphael’s father’s court before being gifted to Raphael. Though Raphael never explored them, preferring to hear his own beautiful tenor. The voice was very calming, almost motherly.
The boy’s dark brown eyes are red-rimmed, puffy and more so, troubled. Finally he mutters something into his palm, before slinking over to the waiting arms of the incubus. For a moment the creature just holds the boy against his shoulder, head nuzzled into his neck. Haarlep pets his head, whispering sweet nothings in the boy’s ear as they lay in the water.
Within minutes though, Raphael can hear the boy’s strangled panting, and Haarlep is shifting, sucking on the boy’s thin neck, leaving red marks. Raphael shivers, almost wishing to be human, innocent. How intense does it feel for the youth to be under an incubus’s charms? To never have been with anyone else, and your first time be with a sex devil? Raphael wished he could feel it at that level, He slides his hand down, touching himself, lazily stroking as he watches Haarlep kiss and bite down the trembling boy’s neck and chest.
Haarlep tries to stand the boy up, but he quite literally can’t, the boy won’t. His eyes go to Raphael, an eyebrow raised. Raphael slips over, holding the boy for the incubus. He’s deadweight, head-lolling slightly forward, whimpering and mewling weakly as he rocks his hips into nothing. Raphael ruts himself against the boy, but he’s entirely dead to him, he might as well be a moving mannequin.
Haarlep licks his lips as he pulls down the boy’s underwear. His cock, nestled within a light dusting of dark pubic hair is rock hard, almost painfully so, leaking pre-cum in slow dribbles. It’s not so big, but Raphael imagines he’s still got some growing to do. Despite himself the devil finds himself leaning forward, leaving hickeys on the poor boy as well, on the back of his neck.
“Oh. He’s so beautiful. A truly lovely gift.”
The incubus purrs, slipping his cock into his mouth in one swallow. Immediately the boy screams, tensing. Raphael changes position, going from under the boy’s armpits to wrapping around him, chuckling.
“What a selfish brat.”
Haarlep pulls back only after sucking on the cock for a few minutes, even though it’s apparent the boy came within seconds of the incubus’s lips wrapping around his prick. Haarlep licks his lips, an expression of pure ecstasy on his face.
“Gods, he tastes…it’s just indescribable.”
Raphael feels a strange pang of jealousy at this remark, both wanting to taste, and wanting Haarlep to say the same about him. The incubus never had said such a thing about his cum.
“I just must be inside him.”
Raphael nods, sitting back. He changes the teen’s position again, adjusting him like a doll. Raphael twists him, bringing the boy stomach to stomach with him. Both their cock’s strain painfully- he can feel the teen quickly hardening again, as he pants like a bitch in heat into the devil’s neck.
“Wrap your hands around my neck boy, I’ll keep you stable.”
Raphael whispers. He’d assumed the child was dead to the world, but he grins as he feels the little thing do as he’s told. Haarlep approached, hard, his cock bobbing in the water as he moves. Raphael can’t see the incubus line up with the boy’s hole at this angle, but he can feel when the incubus presses in, feels the boy keen into his neck, practically seize as Haarlep starts to move. He pulls the boy back from the crook of his neck, forces him to kiss the devil as the incubus bottoms out within him. The teen is barely conscious, trembling- and he feels the moans, whimpers, little prayers being whispered into his mouth. Raphael shoves his tongue into the sweet heat, silencing the gasping rambling chaos spilling from it as he explores the wetted cavern.
Prayers though? He was certain he heard the name Lathander. How quaint. He really was just a peasant boy at heart.
Haarlep grins fiendishly as watches their exchange. The incubus measuredly pumps into the human, leaning over to kiss the other devil. Raphael lets the sobbing wretch fall back into his neck. The devil’s eyes lock as they kiss, and Raphael can feel the delicious pressure with each snap of the incubus’s hips. He groans, but it’s barely audible over the sound of the rushing water and Enver’s endless rambling whimpers and moans. Sandwiching the boy like this felt so good, he feels so small, so warm as he vibrates between them. Raphael begins to feel a bit heady himself, with the little vibrator against him. He reached down and started to pump his and the youth’s cock in time with Haarlep’s thrusts.
The devil shivered as he heard the boy let out a strangled, animalistic sob as Haarlep increased his speed. It’s like a sound he’s never heard before- and he feels the boy’s face and tortured cries against his neck. Wet- he’s shaking- crying from pleasure.
Raphael so badly wants to be in the boy’s body, and he grunts with desire as he feels Haarlep begin to drill into the boy at an animalistic pace, making the devil’s back slam against the bath wall with each thrust. It was good these were restoring waters, or it’d certainly leave the devil with an ache later.
Haarlep is biting down on the boy’s neck, and Raphael speeds up in time with the incubus’s violent pace. The devil feels his own release coiling within him as Enver shrieks again- and his cum spills out onto the devil’s cock, and both their stomachs.
Nails dig into him, and Raphael moans as he watches the incubus begin draining the boy. Hazily he wonders if the little creature will survive this, but it doesn’t really matter either way. He begins stroking himself with abandon, moaning into the limp body as Haarlep’s thrusts become erratic- Raphael’s eyes become half-lidded as he takes in the gorgeous sight; Himself as a human grinning, thrusting like an animal, his usually well-kept hair falling into his face as he ruts into the mewling wet pile barely clinging to- well him, the true him.
Raphael cums, growling low in his throat, shuddering as orgasm washes over him. At the same time Haarlep roars, and presses the other two hard against the bath wall as he releases. The devil’s lean together to kiss each other once more, their foreheads pressed together as they ride out their orgasms.
Both men are panting, and their eyes lock.
“An incredible gift my love. Just.”
The incubus shakes his head.
“Unbelievable.”
Raphael nods, catching his breath.
His head falls back against the stone.
After a few long moments. Raphael shifts to get up, the restoration waters doing their work. He feels fine- he prefers sex in the waters these days for that exact reason, and as he shifts he remembers the child on his lap. He moved him, pulling the teen out of the crook of his neck, but Enver’s neck doesn’t support him, and the humans head snaps downward.
Dead. Raphael thought rather regretfully. They’d barely gotten to breaking him in. Raphael had felt decades of potential hope, ego and pride to stomp on. Still, he couldn’t be too upset- it had been a gift for his beloved. His eyes snapped to Haarlep, who was now wearing the boy’s skin, parading around the bedroom with a cheeky grin.
It was a cute form. Raphael of course would not want to see much of it.
He throws the boy over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and shifts his clothes back on. He’ll feed him to his spectator. His dear pets needed to eat too, just like the other guests in his lovely house. The pets actually needed to eat more, most guests being just broken souls.
He was halfway down the hall to the prison when he felt the boy shifting against him. Raphael grinned. The brazenness! To survive that, he really was a fighter. He pulled the boy into his arms, from over his shoulder, and snapped his fingers in his face.
He looked down at the boy’s glassy-eyed, tear-soaked face. His hair was even messier than when he’d first bought the youth. He just looked ravished, well-fucked, beautiful really. His dark eyes took in the devil with long, deep thoughtful blinks, as if he was processing exactly where he was.
The boy snarled once awareness returned to him. It wasn’t verbal, he just suddenly bit the man’s finger so hard it bled.
Raphael dropped him and looked at his own blood in amazement. So much fight, after all that! He laughed. The devil felt giddy.
“You really will be a wonderful addition to this house. Breaking you. Ripping that spirit from the sweet little body. It’s going to be a treat.”
The creature on the ground was covering his decency best he could, eyes snapping up and down the halls with a wildness that made Raphael stir once more. He was looking for an escape. Oh, Raphael could barely contain himself, between his father’s gift, his prisoner Hope and this boy- happiness may have settled into this cold devil’s heart for good. Even without the crown, he might die happy.
“You know what? I think it’s time you met my overseer Nubaldin. I’m sure he has some fun activities he’d like to explore with you as I did.”
With that the devil snatched the feral little creature off the ground, dragging him toward the prison by the arm. Oh how he screamed, kicked, ranted and raved. Cursed and spit as he tried to twist away from the devil. For this to be the same phlegmatic little thing he’d picked up….but the devil had felt it right away. There was rage just beneath the surface- pulling it out of him was as natural as pulling songs from a songbird.
Raphael laughed as he strode.
“You know this is very unbecoming of someone who wants to be considered a gentlemen, sweet mouse.”
The litany of curse words coming from the boy were decidedly proletariat- The devil wasn’t even sure he’d heard some of them before. Raphael made a mental note to go to the thieves guild soon, there were always deals to be made amongst the sewer trash. Brush up on the new slang. He threw the boy into the prison, giving a knowing smile to the red-skinned gnome whipping a sobbing, chained-up dwarf.
“Nubaldin, this is Enver Flymm. He’s a new servant in this house. I’ve already started, but I have some business to attend to- why don’t you continue to welcome him to our lovely home?”
Nubaldin turns from the screeching creature chained, to his master and the naked, snarling cursing human on the ground. He clutches his barbed whip tighter.
“Aye. I can do that boss.”
“Perfect.”
He kneels down, squatting to stroke the boy’s hate-filled face. He immediately twists away.
“Enver it has been so lovely getting to know you. I leave you in capable hands.”
He stands, turning once more before slamming the prison door.
“And again-“
“Welcome to the House of Hope.”