Ephraal stares at Haarlep with jealousy. His rattlesnake-like tail rattling furiously, echoing between the walls of the house of hope.
"Haarlep."
He spat like the name itself was a profanity burning his tongue.
How was he supposed to compete against an incubus for Raphael attention? He could be anything Raphael wanted, like a copy of himself.
Random asks || always accepting
If the little tiefling thought that their rattling tail would frighten him, they were sorely mistaken. Haarlep's expression only played sweet and utterly innocent (cruel).
"Pet," the incubus responded, all tease in their tone. His own tail flicked idly against the bed. His bed. The best that him and Raphael fucked in when the devil needed to feel loved and tormented alike. Did that bruise Ephraal's ego? Haarlep hoped it did. But why fight when the two of them could fuck? Such wasted energy and potential when making love was sooo much more exciting and fulfilling.
A little pout crossed Haarlep's face as he patted his claws against the bed. "Oh, darling... don't give me that look. You look terribly dreadful with that little scowl. Turn that frown upside down, and enjoy the eternal pleasures I could give you, hm?" He chuckled wickedly, talons drawing across silk.
"Envy is saved for the cold depths of Cania, darling... Not here, in the blistering heat of passionate war-torn Avernus. Come to me, dare to taste pleasure incarnate."
