"When will you invite Shadowheart into bed with us, darling? She's very eager to take control." 🔥😘 (griefgoddess)
( !! 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 : explicit · nsft !! ) — 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 : 𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔥𝔞𝔢𝔩
𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 × haarlep (@dvilsdesire) × shadowheart (@griefgoddess)
2 devils unmaking a naughty little priestess :3c
Raphael was sprawled across the crimson chaise that he brought nearer to his own bed, a king observing his court. His golden eyes burned as they devoured the scene before him.
Haarlep, his perfect reflection, stood over the cleric—a pretty vision of defiant, quivering flesh. Shadowheart. A little, lost lamb brought to the altar. Perhaps not quite so lost; the woman was quite fond of his incubus, it appeared. This was better than any opera, more satisfying than any symphony. This was the music of a soul being unmade.
His tail, a restless extension of his will, slithered from beneath him, tracing idle patterns against the plush rug.
“My, are you shy now that I’m here, little priestess? Were you hoping your sneaking around would go unnoticed by the master of the house?” He crossed his legs with effortless grace. “Do go on. Consider this an order. Or perhaps you would rather be thrown to the hooks, like a common thief who dares to invade my home? To fuck my pet, no less.” He tilted his head, resting his chin on his left hand.
The devil’s attention then shifted fully to his incubus. “Haarlep” the baritone-voiced command was a mix of annoyance and arousal. Had the cleric not been to his tastes, things would be different. But why deny himself the pleasure of the show, much less allow Haarlep to have this prize all to himself?
His gaze locked onto the cleric’s face; he would enjoy breaking that. Not that it needed much. The little thing was already dripping.
“I want her on her knees. Use her pretty mouth. Drown out every last prayer she has with the taste of you.” He leaned forward slightly, his own erection straining against his trousers. “Make her gag on your cock, my pet. I want to watch her worship a real patron for a change.”
The tip of his tail twitched, a sharp, excited flick. “And when you’re done with that. . .turn her over. I want to see my own face reflected in her eyes.”
A snap of his finger, and a goblet of merlot wine appeared in his hand. Now, that was one of his favourite pastimes: watching Haarlep play around with his toys.
