Even with three slaves in heat, Raphael had plenty of time for himself and others. At the top of his list was, naturally, Lucien, whom he didn't seek out right away. And it seemed that his fledgling didn't come for him immediately either, likely too busy trying (and failing) to appease to the stubborn kresnik or getting bred by the new hellhound in his suite. Or perhaps it was that ice dragon Lucien had taken an interest in. Yes, he kept tabs on the Frenchman who had a knack for getting himself into dangerous predicaments. It was for his own good, really.
When the knock at his door finally came, Raphael answered it wearing nothing but black silk loungewear pants that fit him perfectly, much like the rest of his clothing. He didn't say anything for a moment as he stared down at his fledgling, oozing and burning with obvious need, and then clicked his tongue against his teeth.
"I see you finally remembered I exist." Heat or not, fighting was their foreplay.
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