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When you deal with a devil, you pay twice. That’s an expression you’ve had flung at you more than once, especially in recent memory. You’ve seen for yourself exactly what kind of ruination said deals bring about. Eternal servitude, being forced to commit awful deeds for fear of demonic repercussions, centuries of torment. From the moment you first locked eyes on the devil that’s been haunting your every step for a while, you knew immediately that he was not to be trusted.
Even so, you almost respect Raphael for pushing his luck.
As if asking for your soul in exchange for his help wasn’t grave enough, now he offers you an even greater bargain; the entire future of the Githyanki for all the power of a God, at least if Gale’s account is to be believed. To say you’re mistrustful of the devil’s intentions would be an understatement; to say that you aren’t considering it would be a lie.
You need that hammer. After everything Lae’Zel has been through, after what you yourself have put her through in desperate pursuit of a cure for the tadpole still squirming in your skull, you owe it to her to free Orpheus. Yet in her desperation you know she would willingly hand over Karsus’ crown, a mistake that could only spill out over into Faerun; once he’s done with the hells there would be no stopping him from taking the fight to your own realm, and you wouldn’t even put it it past him to try.
That’s why you’re still standing here, staring Raphael down as you consider your next move. Behind you, your companions await your decision with bated breath. You swear you can already hear what they have to say, from Lae’Zel’s outrage at your refusal to a firm pat on the back from Wyll. You want to tell them that it’s a hard choice, but it’s really not; you’re not about to give world-ending power to a man who has already tried to steal your very soul.
So, with a steadying breath, you break the silence of the room, all eyes on you. ‘I can’t accept that deal, Raphael. I’ll just have to find another way to free Orpheus.’ He’s already let slip that it’s in his House of Hope. Surely in a city the size of Baldur’s Gate, there will be someone who can help you… Extract it from him?
Raphael scoffs. ‘You really don’t know then you’ve been caught, do you little mouse? How many other ways do you think there are to break the Gith’s chains? Let me save you some time scrambling around in the dirt for answers; there is no other way. You either accept my deal, or you condemn Orpheus to rot in that prism for the rest of his miserable existence.’ Harsh as it sounds, that wouldn’t be the worst outcome for you personally, since his guards did try to kill you on sight…
No. You made a promise. You’ll steal the hammer if you have to, but maybe there is still a way to get it without resorting to such tactics; you just have to find something he wants as much as he wants godhood. That seems about as likely as finding a spare Orphic hammer laying around…
So, all you can do is sigh. ‘Then we’re done here. I don’t want to free him so desperately that I’ll condemn the rest of the world, and I’m sure you’re unwilling to negotiate your price, so that’s that.’ As soon as you leave, you’re finding a diabolist. Not the smartest move, robbing a demon, but no decision you’ve made since the illithid ship has been entirely sane.
A flicker of something does a fleeting dance in Raphael’s eyes. ‘Now hold on there a moment. Perhaps there is something else I would be willing to trade for the hammer. Something only you can give me. Send your friends away and let us speak privately a while. I think you’ll like this deal.’ Just the way he says it makes your stomach churn, and you’re not sure if that’s because of anxiety, or the man himself.
You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t find Raphael just the slightest bit attractive. You’re not entirely sure what it is about him that draws you in, wondering what that perfectly proper voice of his would sound like growling in your ear, or how those demonic claws would feel scraping against your skin. They aren’t thoughts that you should be having- especially not since he’s trying to get you alone to further negotiations- but you can’t help it if carnal curiosity lives in your head rent-free…
You’re pretty sure your companions want to protest the decision, but you silence them with a wave of your hand. ‘Just… Go downstairs and wait a while. I promise I won't agree to anything too drastic.’ You’ve made one successful deal with him in the past for Astarion’s sake. Maybe he has another orthon that needs to be sent back to the hells?
With their orders now given, your friends filter from the room, shooting you looks ranging from sympathetic to cautious as they close the door behind them. You watch as Raphael produces a bottle of wine, pouring a little of its contents into two nearby glasses with a cunning smile on his face. You’d try to detect his thoughts, but you get the feeling attempting anything like that will end any negotiations before they’ve even begun.
It’s with that in mind that you accept the glass the devil offers you, giving yourself a moment to softly sniff its contents. ‘It isn’t poisoned, you know. It would be such a waste to kill you when you’re still so useful to me. I just thought it might help facilitate a much more… Productive conversation between us. So please, have a little taste. I’m sure you’ll find it quite delightful.’ You shouldn’t. You should know much better than to imbibe anything handed to you by a devil. Is there a nearby plant pot you can dump the glass’ contents into when Raphael’s gaze finally falters.
Yet with your demonic host still staring expectantly at you, you feel all but forced to take a sip, astonished when the taste feels easy on your tongue. Did he guess your exact palate, or is this some kind of demon wine that can change its taste accordingly?
Raphael gives a smirk over his own glass, satisfied you complied with his silent demand. ‘There’s a good little mouse. Drink deep, for there is plenty, and I would so hate for you to deny yourself. Mortals have such a nasty habit of holding back on experiencing life’s full bouquet. A pity that you would waste such a fleeting existence with pointless rules and unnecessary restrictions. Who is to say what is sinful in this life? A priest in his temple, oh so high-and-mighty with his staunch beliefs? Maybe the aristocrat, stuffing his oversized gut while children die at his doorstep? Or do we learn the perils of sin at our mother’s teats, as she tells of all the things good boys and girls should never do?’ It doesn’t escape your notice that Raphael fleeting glances at your breasts during that last part, as if he’s undressing you through your armour already.
His gaze has you trembling a little, but you try to maintain your composure. ‘Does that little speech of yours have a point, or do you just like the sound of your own voice?’ Speaking of voices, yours falters slightly, as a prevailing chill creeps down your spine.
The fiery look in Raphael’s eye threatens to consume you. ‘Come now, I know you’re far from innocent. I can smell the sin on you, overpowering even the stench that illithid tadpole is spewing out. It is delicious. I want a taste.’ A… Taste? He means to taste you? In what way?
You take a deep sip of wine, in a desperate attempt to calm your nerves. ‘You want a taste of me? How so?’ With a devil, it’s always worth getting clarification, even if you’re pretty sure you know what it means; there’s enough sin in you to know when you’re being propositioned.
Raphael laughs humorlessly, taking a few steps closer to you and pouring more wine into your glass. ‘Oh, but it is exactly what that dirty brain of yours is thinking. I covet the feeling of that delectable body against mine. I want to bathe you in sin, make you fall from the highest of grace by letting a devil rut you like an animal. So, lend me your body, until I have taken my pleasure, and I’ll give you the hammer. That is my counter offer.’ Your face grows hot, outraged at the suggestion. Does he really think you’re going to have sex with him for that hammer?
… He might well be right.
After all, this is a reasonable middle ground. A few moments spent pleasuring Raphael is easier than hunting down and hiring a diabolist, and it’ll have zero far-reaching consequences, something that can’t be said of the crown. Besides, this could be the perfect time to indulge a few curiosities of your own, under the pretence of just doing what he's asked of you. As far as counter offers go, this is more reasonable than you were expecting.
Chewing his offer over a little more, you finally answer. ‘Would this be a formal contract, or a friendly agreement? What exactly are your terms?’ The last thing you want is to be tricked into becoming his eternal pleasure slave… You think.
Raphael drains the contents of his glass, placing it and the bottle to one side. ‘I don’t see the need for formalities between us. We have had a gentleman’s agreement before, and I very much delivered my side of the bargain. You can trust me to do it again. As for my terms, I simply wish to use you until I’m satisfied. Nothing terribly complex.’ He says that, but the open-endedness of the constraint has you nervous. How long will it take to satisfy him? Will he turn around and glibly inform you that he’ll never be satisfied? Devils rarely deal in absolutes, but you’re not making a deal unless you’re certain.
Following Raphael’s lead, you drain the rest of the wine, placing your glass with his. ‘You will have me no longer than three hours. You will not leave any injury that could cause scarring or maiming. If I am uncomfortable, you will stop, and we’ll find another way that both parties are comfortable with.’ You never thought you’d find yourself thrashing out the terms of sexual contact with a devil, but it’s not the strangest thing you’ve been through lately.
Your list of terms earns you a wicked smile. ‘Such a demanding harlot, aren’t you? I am comfortable with your terms, but I’d like to add a few of my own. I intend to reach climax multiple times, but I don’t owe you the same privilege. You can stop the entire affair whenever you please, but in doing so, you will forfeit the hammer. Payment will be given when I’m satisfied, or if we reach your rather arbitrary time limit. Finally, you are forbidden to stifle yourself. I want you mewling and moaning for me so loud you put the other whores to shame. Do we have a deal?’ You can’t see any part of that backfiring; it’s as clear a contract as you’re going to get from any demon.
Steeling your resolve, you nod. ‘We have a deal.’
With a snap of Raphael’s fingers, the room goes cold; it takes you a moment to realise it’s because your clothing has disappeared.
Whistling, Raphael hungrily takes in your appearance, stalking around your body to drink you in from all angles as you fight the urge to cover yourself. ‘Oh yes, You’ll do very nicely indeed. Maybe we should allow The Emperor back into that head of yours? It would be incredible, making him watch as I take what he wants. Oh, and he does want you. He wants to see how many tentacles he can shove inside you before you beg for mercy. A shame he’ll never find out.’ He stalks away then, and you dutifully follow, watching as he takes a seat on the edge of a large bed.
Unsurprisingly, Raphael gestures to a spot on the floor in front of him, his message clear; kneel for me. You do just that, positioning yourself between his still-clothed thighs and settling your hands on your thighs. He unfastens his trousers, and you watch as his cock springs free, hard and decisively human-looking. He pumps himself once as you watch, and you open your mouth, anticipating his next move.
Raphael gives you a pleased grin, wiping the head of his cock against your bottom lip. ‘I think you’re just as eager for this as I am. Feel free to touch yourself all you want, as long as it doesn’t distract you too much. This is just the appetiser, after all. You’ll need to be ready for the main course.’ That’s all the warning you get before he slips himself inside your mouth, grabbing a handful of your hair for purchase. You take him in as far as you can, trying to avoid running your teeth down his shaft.
Satisfied with your efforts, Raphael starts to pull out, leaving the tip on your lips before going in again. He starts to work himself rhythmically in and out, grabbing your hair and occasionally trying to go deeper. You wrap a hand around the base of his cock, earning yourself a moan from the already-dramatic man’s lips as you start to work him in tandem with your mouth.
Your free hand slips between your thighs, the evidence of your excitement already sticky against your thighs. Taking the devil’s advice, you start to tease yourself, caressing your clit in a way that feels juxtaposed to the rough treatment your mouth is currently receiving. You can only watch and remember how to breathe as Raphael’s eyes flutter closed, the man taking a moment to savour the sensation of being inside your mouth.
Raphael’s thrusts start to become erratic, his eyes reopening and his hand giving your hair a painful yank. ‘I don’t think you’ve earned a taste of me just yet. I’d much rather see that pretty face painted with my spend.’ With that, he pulls out, swatting your hand away and pumping himself furiously as you close your eyes, waiting for the inevitable.
You don’t have to wait longer. Only a few moments later, you feel something warm splash against your chin, dripping down onto your chest and thighs as it comes out in a series of consecutive bursts. A few drops land on your tongue, the warm glow of a cheeky defiance flowing through you as you get the taste he tried to deny you.
When at last Raphael is finished you open your eyes, thankful none of what he gave you made it so far as your eyelids. ‘Such a lovely little mouse. If I knew what a gifted mouth you have, that situation with your friend could have been resolved so much sooner. After all, what is the inconvenience of a trifling simple translation compared to such oral delight? It’s not quite worth losing out on Karsus’ crown for, but it’s an… Acceptable substitute. Now, stand.’ You do as you’re told with shaking legs, marked red from kneeling on the hard floor for too long.
Raphael immediately makes a grab for your breasts, cupping them from underneath before pushing them together, careful to avoid the mess he made. With a knowing look, he leans forward, capturing your nipples one after the other until he suckling them both at the same time. You risk weaving your hands into his hair, keeping his face close to you.
Your action makes Raphael release your breasts, his saliva cooling against your stiff peaks. ‘What did I tell you? This isn’t about your pleasure. I wanted to enjoy your body, but you just had to ruin it by being greedy. Hands and knees on the bed. Present yourself to your better.’ The way he says that sends such delightful shivers down your spine that you’re powerless to comply, unless the wine from earlier has finally come out to snatch the last of your reservations from you.
Kneeling on the bed, you spread your legs as far as you dare whilst still keeping balance, before using your hands to push your cheeks apart. ‘Is this what you want? To see how wet sucking your cock made me?’ You mean it to sound mocking, but it sounds more desperate, the soft pleasure you’d given yourself earlier now nothing compared to the ardent need with which your body demands to be touched.
Raphael’s fingers trace down your spine, and you fight back a shiver as one of them pokes at the small ring of muscle between your cheeks. ‘Suppose I wanted to take you here instead. What would you do?’ The tip of his finger pushes inside you, and you gasp, the sensation unexpected but… Delightful. Shouldn’t that sting?
Your shock must show in your face, because Raphael laughs, sinking his finger in deeper. ‘You said no lasting injuries, but you said nothing of improper use of infernal magic. A little demonic trickery works wonders on mortals. However, I think I shall have this for dessert, instead.’ He withdraws his finger then, and you shudder as a wave of magic sparks behind you, Raphael’s clothing now finally gone
The devil takes his place behind you, grabbing your hips firmly as he wastes no time pushing into you, your body stretching out with ease over the sudden intrusion.
The obscene squelch that rips through the air as Raphael starts to fuck you earnestly has you moaning with each snap of your hips, your hands no longer holding you open as they claw the bedsheets for purchase. Your demonic partner unleashes a roar of his own, thrusting with such unhinged vigour your body feels like nothing more than a toy. Even the way your nipples scratch against the sheets makes your head spin, your mind wondering if this can get any better.
You let out a scream of purest ecstasy as it does.
Without warning, Raphael sheds his disguise, the tip of his crimson wings tearing up the bed as his cock transforms inside you. Gone is the smooth skin of a mortal man, replaced instead by the bumps and ridges of a devilish cock. It stretches you out even further, the tip now threatening to batter your cervix as the new shape drags inside your cunt like nothing before, any other thoughts now utterly dominated by him.
You hear Raphael suckle at something breifly before there’s a sharp pressure at your other entrance. It takes a moment for you to realise it’s his tail, spit-slicked and creeping inside you. The lack of stimulation becomes too much as his cock and tail brush against each other inside you, only a layer of flesh separating them. You move one of your hands to tease your clit, edging yourself towards a climax.
Catching your action, Raphael grabs your hand, pinning it to the bed. ‘No. If you are going to climax, it’s from my cock alone. Is it not deep enough for you? Not ribbed enough for you? Or are you deliberately trying to hold onto your last scrap of pride, as you’ve finally realise you’ll have to tell your friends how you sucked a devil’s cock for a near-worthless trinket?’ It shouldn’t make you hot, being spoken to like that, but as you close your eyes, and your body clams down around his cock… You’re not ashamed. You’re getting fucked by a devil, and you feel damn proud.
You almost pass out from pleasure as you finally climax, your body shaking and mouth crying out so much that you almost miss Raphael finishing too, spilling himself inside you as his tail continues to fuck you.
As you struggle to stay on your knees, Raphael pulls out, watching as your combined fluids drip languidly from your freshly fucked hole. ‘The next time you stumble into my bed, I’m going to find myself a painter, and make sure they capture the image of you like this. Completely spent, full of devil seed… The little mouse is caught, but there is one final act.’ His cock springs to life again as he removes his tail, and you’d be asking yourself what kind of magic can make him recover so fast if you weren’t thoroughly shagged out and unable to think much of anything.
Raphael takes great care filling the last of your holes, a stark contrast from the ruthless rutting from moments ago. There’s almost a degree of tenderness, if devils are even capable of such a thing; most likely he’s just being careful to honour your agreement.
You feel Raphael’s hot breath against your neck as he leans in, his wings encasing you as best they can. ‘After this, I will be satisfied. I will give you the hammer, and you will go off to your friends, spinning them whatever story you please. I don’t expect you to tell them that a devil made a whore of you, even if we both know that’s the case.
‘You will think of me. Each time you bathe, or sleep, or even breathe. You will think of me, and remember what we did. When you stand victorious, the Gith prince freed and the brain nothing more than a splat on the road, you’ll think of me still. When you hold the crown in your hands, and remember this moment… You will come to me, and place it upon my head. In return, I will grant you the gift of immortality. Where others will beg and cower at my sight you will drool at my loins, satisfying the every whim of your new god. I will be the conqueror, and you my greatest conquest. You will live in my boudoir with my pet incubus, and you will know nothing but pleasure for the rest of time.’ He groans then, finishing a third and final time as you process his words, panting heavily at the picture he has painted for you.
An eternity of pleasure for the cost of the world as you know it; the ultimate act of both selfishness and temptation.
With a grunt, Raphael pulls out, standing tall and stretching. ‘I think I’m satisfied enough for now.’ He disappears, and for a moment you think he’s broken your bargain before he returns, an unfamiliar weapon in his hands. ‘Here. The Orphic hammer. I’m sure you’ll agree the cost was worth it.’ He places it on the bed beside you, and you smile; he kept his word on everything. No tricks, no traps. Just a tempting lure, to try and reel you into giving him what he wants; as if that will work.
Sitting up, you stretch too, falling back a little when something wet and warm lands over your breasts. ‘Clean yourself up, little mouse. You wouldn’t want everyone to know what we did now, would you?’ At this point, you’re sure the whole building knows, your friends included; you only hope they go easy on the judgemental stares.
Wiping yourself off, you finally stand, albeit on shaky legs. ‘Thanks. Please don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re surprisingly straightforward for a devil. No tricks, willing to compromise… I’m still never handing over that crown, but it’s nice to know some of your ilk are reasonable.’ Even if he’s done questionable things, he’s helped you and your group twice now; that’s almost impressive.
Yet the maniacal cackle Raphael lets out sends a chill throughout your body. ‘Oh my dear little mouse, the devil always wins. He just has to follow the rules, or rather lurk in the omissions.’ W-what does he mean by that? Are you missing something?
You ask him as much, and he merely waves his hand, reapplying his human disguise and restoring your clothing. ‘Nothing at all. Or everything. I suppose that’s up to you to decide. In any case, good luck for now. The fight against the elder brain is a fight for the very fate of Faerun, and I am so very fond of it here. There are so many darling creatures to play with.’ He disappears then- for good, this time- and you’re left with both your hard-fought trophy, and a feeling of unease that seems to grow with each passing moment. Are you missing something here, or was that one final trick from Raphael, an attempt to make you seek him out again to gain answers?
Whatever the cost, it doesn’t matter right now. You have a world to save, and you’re not going to let one horizontal dance with a devil change that.
Even if it may forever change you.