A/N: WOOPS, HAD A TERRIBLE URGE. SMUT UNDER THE CUT.
Raphael x Haarlep, Raphael x F!Tav: Misuse You Terribly, 18+
It's never when she'd expect it; she understands that's the intent.
It's better like this, little thief, the other, her double, coos. It is anticipation without end; this is the unknown; it is the knife's edge she willingly pressed against all for the sake of potential.
It's never when she's making love. That'd be too simple.
It's never when she's sleeping; if Raphael haunts her dreams, it'll be on his terms.
But Tav feels fingers skate up her thighs in the morning. She feels warmth on her back in the evening. She feels nothing, nothing, nothing for hours.
He can be cruel, sweetling, her double says, laughing. Haarlep is omnipresent, clawing through her mind as they see fit. They'll get bored, Tav thinks; they have to.
Wouldn't you like that? But I'm ever so entertained, sweetness.
Tav shifts, breathes, focuses. The weight is back. Hands on her hips. And a secondary feeling, not expressly sexual but so intimate that she wants to scream. Raphael's hair, laced between her fingers. She feels the warmth of his scalp, the scratch of horns. Tav chews the inside of her cheek, dropping her chin to her chest. Someone shouts at the bard to play a different tune, and the tavern erupts into applause. No one looks her way; no one notices.
Helpful because this has been going on for hours. Tav's pulled taut as a bowstring, hissing at the phantom sensation of a tongue lapping at her core, pressing inside her, sweeping up to her clit. Raphael sucks at the bundle of nerves, scrapes his teeth across her flesh just enough to ache. Tongue again, drinking from Haarlep, getting drunk off them, basking in their cries, the way they twitch and writhe. They cup their breasts, rocking against his face, wanting more, wanting just a little…
He clucks his tongue, shifting back. Leaves Haarlep to come down from their high.
And then it's back to the game.
What does he want? Tav snarls, directing the thought towards Haarlep.
The incubus howls in return, with bright, raucous laughter. They pinch her nipple hard in retaliation, marking her start. Isn't it obvious, pet? You.
He could ask.
Him? Oh, never. And besides, this is far more fun, wouldn't you agree? Haarlep snickers and Tav feels hands press her thighs apart. The incubus' voice is thick with arousal. Prepare yourself, darling; he's serious about this tonight.
All the warning she gets before she feels something push inside her. Not the stretch or heat of Raphael's cock; she knows that all too well by now. This is different. Tav claws at the table, fighting down the urge to scream. Thin and then increasingly thick, pushing. His tail. Gods, it's the bastard's tail. Haarlep laughs; oh good, you got it. A pretty little trick, isn't it? Second warning, dear. Brace.
It fucks into her. Shallow at first and increasingly deep. Raphael spreads Haarlep's thighs, her thighs, to the point of pain, threatening to bend them double to take every inch they have to offer. Tav bites down on her fist to stay silent. Haarlep's cries fill every corner of her mind, breathing and so deliriously pleased.
Harder, princeling. Gods, you should feel how she wants you.
Raphael seems content to listen to a voice besides his own for once. The tail slips from her body (and the feeling of loss and emptiness crashes over her, doubled; even Haarlep's reaction is genuine).
Lips on her own, bruising, swallowing her air. His cock pressed to her entrance, stretching, pushing. Tav cants her hips, and feels Haarlep mirror the gesture.
And he pulls away.
Again and again.
And then the pleasure falls away entirely, but Haarlep's voice remains, cooing to her. How good he feels. Stretching them. He's so eager now. Oh, the stretch pet.
Tav assumes she's free.
She isn't.
There's one last moment. One final insult to injury. Haarlep must phase back into her form at the last moment possible. One second, she's sitting there; the next, she's stuffed full, screaming pleasure through her head and over her nerves. And the feeling of Raphael spilling inside her.
