Raphael always loved heat week. He had the fortune of never experiencing it himself yet reaping all the benefits as an incubus who feasted upon sexual energy. And heat week in Krovs, as always, provided more than enough of a meal comparable to Thanksgiving. He’d already gotten his appetizer with his slaves a few rounds before he ventured out into the castle to assist the others worthy of his time and attention.
The moment he stepped out the door, however, he immediately recognized one scent nearby. How could he not? He’d experienced heat with the source of that scent for many, many years. He rushed towards it in a flash of supernatural speed, finding Aleixo all by himself and outside his master’s suite. In one swift movement, the demon had the phoenix by the throat and slammed him back up against the nearest wall. Raph pinned him there easily, a low noise rumbling in his throat as he inhaled the other’s desire and need wafting off of his skin.
“I’m surprised to see you out here, little bird,” he hummed, licking a slow line up his former slave’s neck all the way to his ear. From what he knew, Leon wasn’t the type to share. Those that didn’t share didn’t let their slaves wander around freely during heat week where all sorts of opportunities would await. Opportunities like Raph. “Has your dear master abandoned you already?”