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Skull, coin of Mammon, diamond, incense, infernal marble.
Skull, coin of Mammon, diamond, incense, infernal marble.
Skull, coin of Mammon, incense—
Wait, what was that again?
You narrowed your eyes as you glanced at the note that Helsik gave you.
But the irritating cursive simply stared back. Every curve of it seemed to dance between your gaze, avoiding to be read by your eyes.
Ugh.
In frustration, you crumbled the note the diabolist gave you. Annoyed. Perhaps you should have brought Gale along after all.
It wasn’t your fault that the note was written with the most unreadable kind of cursive you have ever seen. Like, it was hard enough to keep track of the anti-clockwise positioning for each item, for heavens’ sake!
Why do people still write in cursive anyways? They should’ve been more thankful that you’re taking on such a noble action to save the world.
Ugh. Whatever.
You shook your head and threw the paper away.
Annoyed, tired, and just wanting to get it all over with, you dropped the diamond to the center of the pentacle.
In response, the sigil glowed brighter than your eyes could prepare for. As the light blinded you, a large, dark, burning hole opened up beneath your legs, swallowing you whole.
…THUMP!
“Oof—!” you wheezed, the air knocked out of your lungs as you collided with something that was most certainly not cold stone.
For a dazed moment you lay sprawled, your cheek pressed against warmth that felt far too flesh-like to be flooring. You blinked hard, trying to make sense of the mistake.
The portal should have landed you in the House of Hope’s foyer…
…Not—!
—The surface beside you stirred, interrupting you. A low chuckle vibrated through the body you were still half-sprawled against.
Your eyes grew wide. Every muscle in your body went tense as you pushed yourself upright in a frantic scramble, springing away from the figure lounging there.
“R-Raphael?!” you blurted, heart hammering in your throat.
Stretched lazily against the velvet sheets was a familiar face, although out of the devil’s normal attire. The cambion’s dark hair was tousled. Their wings seemed to glow faintly under the orange skies of Avernus, tail flicking behind them. They propped themself up on one arm and tilted their head, smirk curling along their lips.
“Raphael? Ha! No,” they purred, voice sultry, although there was an undertone in their voice that sent shivers down your spine. “You will have a far crueller master than Raphael soon. I am Haarlep, his personal incubus. Glamoured and transfigured to look like him.”
…Gods above and fucking beyond—
—What the fuck did you stumble into?!
Your throat tightened as their gaze roamed over you, leering and assessing. The corner of their mouth curled higher when your breath stuttered.
“I must say,” Haarlep continued with a soft drawl, “I am delighted. A mortal, delivered to me not as one of my master’s weary clients but… as a gift, all for myself.”
The incubus held a hand across their chest as though honored, though their sharp grin along with their forked tongue licking their lips made you realize that Raphael doesn’t usually send them mortals for no reason.
“H-hold on!” you staggered back, mind racing. “It–... it seems like there has been a mistake!” you stammered. “There has to be!”
A catastrophic mistake, in fact.
Incubi fed not on food, not on flesh, but on the very essence of the soul itself—
—Which meant that it was bad news if the very incubus before you thought Raphael had sent you for them to feast on.
Panic started clawing its way up your spine.
Haarlep sat up, “Oh, little mortal,” they murmured, voice dripping with malice. “Fear would simply make you taste even more exquisite, you know?”
Your breath caught on your chest. One wrong move, you realised, and you would not leave this bed with your soul intact.
“Wait—wait, wait, wait, wait!” The words tumbled out of you in a desperate rush, both of your hands raised as if they might shield you from what was about to happen. Your heart pounded against your ribs, breath shallow, every muscle in your body taut with panic.
“Raphael didn’t send me *for* you! He… uh, he–…,” your voice cracked, eyes darting around in panic as your heart thrummed under Haarlep’s piercing gaze.
The incubus arched a brow. ”Oh?”
The look on their face seemed to be full of… interest in what you were about to say, and you hoped that it’s because they were halfway into buying the lie that was about to leave your very mouth.
“He didn’t, now, did he? Did he perhaps promise you a little gift? A dinner date, of some sort?” The incubus inched closer to you. You felt your breath hitch as their shoulder grazed ever so slightly against your robe.
“Oh–! Um, no! N-not at all!” you blurted, scrambling for the first story that came to mind. “He, uh, sent me… he sent me to retrieve the Orphic Hammer, you see!” Your laugh sounded shakier than you would like, averting your eyes from their assessing gaze.
“Is that so?”
You nodded quickly. “I told him I’d hand over the crown, and he said I should fetch the hammer myself. S-so, here I am!”
The lie slid off your tongue brittle as glass, your voice pitching higher with each word.
Haarlep’s expression immediately mellowed into a pout, though their eyes still gleamed with something that you can’t quite put a finger on. After a pause, they finally straightened up and sat slightly tilted away from the bedside, earning a sigh of relief from you.
“Well then,” the incubus waved their hand in what you hoped was not feigned ignorance to your badly told lie. “I suppose you won’t need me for the password. Go on, fetch what you came here for.”
Your stomach dropped. “The… what?”
“The password for the hammer,” Haarlep stretched the word, relishing on how quickly the word made the colour drain from your face.
Shit!
“Ah, about that—!” your laugh was frantic now, this time trying yet failing to mask fear. “I–… I think he told it to me and I… must have forgotten it... The displacement, you know, can make one very dizzy and forgetful... Silly me,” your voice cracked again as you stumbled on your words. “... Can you, um, perhaps, tell me the password?”
Haarlep’s laughter rang out, rich and…
…mocking.
In a flash, they pulled you towards the bed, faster than your eyes could follow. One moment they lounged on the bed. The next, their weight pressed you down into the velvet sheets, both wrists pinned above your head against their hand. The incubus’ face hovered over yours, breath warm against your cheek, grin wide enough to show glints of the fiend’s sharp teeth.
“Why don’t we make it fun then, hmm?” Haarlep purred. “A game. If you win, I’ll give you everything you desire,” their voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, vibrating against your skin.
“But if you lose…” you felt their hand trailing along the sides of your body, claws toying with the clasps of your robe just enough to make the hairs on your body stand on its ends. “Well, you’ll enjoy yourself even more.”
Heat shot through your cheeks, a betraying flush you couldn’t hide even as terror rooted you to the bed.
You held your breath.
Every part of you screamed to resist, to push them away, to fight back.
But, you need that stupid hammer.
And besides, what other choice do you have?
“... Fine.”
Haarlep smirked at your delicious invitation.
“An exciting choice.”
The incubus leaned in, close enough that their breath brushed your cheeks, warm and sweet of cinnamon and smoke. Their tail flicked against your leg playfully, softly caressing your calf.
Your pulse jumped. You felt it in your throat, your fingertips, and as much as you didn’t want to admit it… between your thighs.
Then their lips found yours in a soft claiming kiss. For a moment, you kept your lips tightly shut. But each time the incubus nibbled your lips with the gentle bites of their fangs, you felt yourself yearning for more.
Finally, you let your lips part.
And when their tongue finally met yours…
Oh.
Haarlep’s saliva tasted decadent. Rich and intoxicating. You have never tasted anything so warm and sweet like nectar before.
The contact of their spittle against your tongue left your head spinning, breath unsteady, as if they’ve slipped something molten into your veins. You felt the warmth pulsing through your heart, spreading under your skin. Pooling lower and lower before it finally settled there.
Your cheeks burned hot, and your body wanted for more of it.
No, your body needed more of them.
It was an oddly shameless, consuming need.
Finally, they pulled back just a breath.
Haarlep brushed their claws over your chin, tilting it for you to meet their gaze.
“Oh, sweet mortal,” they chuckled mockingly at the state of your flushed face, at the slight twitch of your hips. “I had expected you to struggle, to claw, to scream. But to give in so eagerly? Now that was a surprise.”
Give in…?
“Wh—,” you stammered, eyes blinking as you somehow gathered whatever shred of sense you had left within you. “What do you mean?”
Haarlep simply grinned. “Continue to play along, and you will know soon enough.”
You felt their claws softly graze lower and lower from your waist, tracing patterns through your robe that made your breath hitch. Each brush of their fingers sent shivers of need down your spine.
A slow, delicious pulse of heat continued to pool low in your stomach.
Your sex felt warm and slick, practically dripping against your undergarments.
Fuck. You bit your lip in frustration. What has gotten into you?
The moment their claws brushed against the innermost of your thighs, it was then when it all clicked for you.
The spittle!
“You—!”
You attempted to yank your hands off their grip, but their claws simply dug deeper into your skin, almost drawing blood. “You never said anything about the stupid aphrodisiac!” You yelled, eyes hot with anger, “That’s not fair!”
“Oh but it is,” Haarlep chuckled, their hot breath brushing the sensitive skin of your exposed neck. “You chose to agree to something before hearing all the rules—,” they cooed, lips brushing upwards to the curve of your jaw, savoring the decadent crumble of your pride.
You winced as you felt a lick across your cheek.
“—An amateur mistake.”
You grunted and thrashed in frustration, desperate to grab your dagger to fight this fiend. When that didn’t work, you bared your teeth in fury at how naively you'd played directly into their trap.
“Now, now,” Haarlep whispered. The incubus’ legs shifted to straddle you with their thighs, grip on your wrists tightening just enough to remind you of your position underneath them. “You know better than not to pay attention this time.”
With a snap, you felt any garments separating the two of you disappear in a flash of fire and smoke.
You clicked your teeth and looked away. Breath stuttering. Whatever that spittle had done to your senses was immediately amplified by the warmth of the incubus’ skin against your own.
“The rules of the game are simple…” they whispered, kissing parts of your clavicle, their weight felt foreboding against you. You felt their free hand tracing the line of your hips with their claws, before brushing towards the sensitive spot between your inner thighs.
“...You’ll try to resist me…” their forked tongue flicked against your earlobe, making your breath hitch
“...And I’ll try to break you…” their fangs grazed your throat, causing you to bite your lip to control your whimpers.
“...When you beg—when, not if—that’s when I end the game.”
Haarlep pulled back enough for you to see the glint in their golden eyes.
“Last long enough until I am satisfied, then maybe then I let you go to get that silly little hammer of yours,” the incubus licked their lips.
“So tell me, little mouse,” Haarlep murmured, tilting their head to savour the delicious state of your trembling body, “how long do you think you can last?”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
You shut your eyes and mentally prayed to any god who would listen to you.
The heat of the spittle within you burned like fire, suffocating you with need. You felt the wetness practically dripping unashamedly against your thighs from their touches alone. It was as if your entire body had been desperate to quench its thirst with their flesh—as if the incubus before you was the very life line of your existence, impossible to resist.
Good heavens, Tav!
Focus.
You are here for the hammer.
Nothing. Else.
And, you need to be alive to bring it back.
“Oh my,” the incubus drawled, eyes trained on your blushing flesh. Their digits slowly smearing your own slick against the folds of your sex. “You’re not going to give up so soon, now, are you?”
Your eyes snapped open and shot them a glare, mouth opening as you tried to curse them. But the moment they shifted lower, their mouth trailing hot, biting kisses over your inner thighs until their soft lips hovered just above your sex, making the series of curses you had in mind to be replaced by a stifled moan instead.
You hated how their touch was the very antidote to the poison that was their spittle.
“All that fight and bite…” Haarlep hummed, feeling prideful at the sight of your weakening will, tail thrashing in excitement, “...Only for you to succumb to your filthy need just from one touch of mine.”
The incubus’ eyes gleamed up at you as the tip of their forked tongue darted out to taste the slick clinging against your sensitive nub.
“You—Haa—!” Once again, your words ended up as a strangled series of whimpers.
Another lick.
The delightful shock of their tongue against your sex sent stars to your vision. It was unlike anything you have ever felt.
You felt tears of burn at the corners of your eyes at the throbbing each touch they seemed to ignite within you.
The spittle must have made you close so painfully, and pathetically quickly. It was truly unlike your own body to see it react so intensely just by the slightest touch of another’s tongue.
Haarlep continued to softly envelop that nub of yours, leaving kisses and soft bites along your sensitive skin and inner thighs. Each one of their actions clouding every nerve of your body and judgment.
But no matter how much your body desperately, painfully, tried to rut into their delicious mouth, Haarlep held you down effortlessly with one clawed hand pressing down your hips.
With a filthy grin, they licked you slowly in one long, teasing, delicious stroke, before pulling back.
“Sweet,” they said, their voice low and mocking. “But I think I’ll let you stew a little longer.”
No!
Your eyes widened at their words.
They can’t—! Right?!
That would be torture!
Your hips contorted in heat at the lack of their touch; out of your control. As if the harder you bucked your hips towards them, the more likely it was for the incubus to change their mind.
Haarlep chuckled, let out their tongue again as if to meet your sex, before pulling away just right when it was about to meet that sweet spot of yours once more.
“No, ple—!”
You gasped and immediately bit your lip.
The accidental slip of the forbidden word was almost enough to snap you out of the spittle’s charm.
“Oh? Was that a plea I heard?” Haarlep tilted their head, their smirk curling wickedly as their palms found itself against your inner thigh, squeezing you still just enough to make you wince.
You quickly shook your head.
But you knew better. A half plea was as good as a full plea.
Their eyes darkened at yet another one of your feeble attempts at lying.
“Do not lie to me.”
Your breath hitched as you felt their digits sliding between your folds, perhaps a bit harshly, curling slightly, hitting that spot within you just right.
With all of your might, you tensed every strand of muscles on your body. Not wanting to relent.
But their fingers stroked that spot of yours, ruthlessly, and deliciously slow. You closed your eyes as you felt your muscles quivering against their fingers; torn between wanting more and not wanting to let it show.
You squeezed your eyes shut.
Gods, Tav! You cannot let yourself lose to this game.
The stakes were far too high for you to lose without cost.
Thankfully, Haarlep pulled their digits out just as you almost convinced yourself that you may end up actually succumbing to their charms from their fingers alone.
Still. You groaned at the loss, muscles clenching from what was just taken from you.
Haarlep tutted, staring at their glistening fingers that were now slick with your own juices, “What a filthy, needy, mortal, hm?”
They brought their claws against your lips.
“Open,” they commanded.
You thinned your lips and shook your head, glaring at them. There was no way that you would be doing that!
It was then when you felt their tail replacing where their claws had been. The suddenness of it all made your lips tremble in delight.
“I said open.”
As their tail writhed deliciously within you, they shoved their claws past your tongue, forcing you to taste yourself.
“Lick it clean.”
With your mouth forced open, your tongue had no choice but to lick your own slick off their claws.
Satisfied, they forced their digits further down, making you choke and swallow around the intrusion.
“Remember this lesson the next time you try to deceive me, little liar,” the incubus warned. “On the edge, dripping for me, mouth full of your own mess… that is, if there is a next time.”
They yanked their fingers free, smearing the mixture of your own slick and saliva across your cheek. “For now, you’ll have to give me the prettiest ‘please’ I’ve heard before I let you come.”
Haarlep shifted their hips lower against your groin. Allowing you to finally catch a glimpse of the cambion’s cock. The member was firm and red, the tip of it darker than the rest. Its ridges seemed to follow the entire length, almost as if ribbed, across the underside of it.
With a roll of their hips, you felt the thick shaft tease your folds, replacing their tail. The shallow push never quite let itself enter where you needed it most.
“You’re a needy one, aren’t you?” Haarlep whispered mockingly. Their fangs grazed your ear, split tongue licking lower down your neck. “Surely if you want to come that badly one small brush would be enough, hm?”
The incubus’ cock continued to cover itself with your slick. This time, the length brushed the slightest bit against that spot. The fleeting touch immediately drove your head heavy, swallowing every last bit of sense within you.
It was then when the thick head slid just enough to almost stretch you, making you roll your eyes in ecstasy. Their ridges grinding against all of the points that you cared most about. Just with a few more thrusts, even if you had barely taken any part of their shaft, you were so sure that you were about to fall over the edge.
“So eager to take,” they teased, dragging their length against the very outermost of your walls slowly. This time, you felt their thumb along with it. Their digit stroked in that soft, perfect rhythm.
Your hips shook excitedly at the mixture of their touch and the teasing stretch of their length within you. The orgasm started to build hot and sharp in your gut, making each strand of your muscles quiver against their length.
Just as you felt it crest—the pulse of pleasure seconds away from finally tearing through you—they pulled away completely.
“No,” they snapped, slapping where their hand was hard enough to make you yelp.
You jolted at the pain that shocked through you, eyes pricking with hot tears from the suddenness of the pain.
“Haarlep, please!”
In shock, your eyes widened in realisation of the plea that slipped out of you.
“Not good enough.”
What?!
“No, no, you said that you would!” Tears pricked at your eyes and rolled down your cheeks from the pain, frustration, and the burning need.
At this point, the only thing in your mind was this and this alone. You had lost the game already, you didn’t care about anything else. All you wanted was just for what was dangled before you.
Haarlep’s grin widened. “I said that the game ends when you beg. A plea hardly counts as begging, don’t you think?” they leaned in toward you, their thumb dragging against your cheek.
They rocked against you slowly, mixing their precum and your slick together as one.
“Feel that?” Haarlep whispered, lips brushing yours. “I could slide in you fully, split you open, fuck you raw until you scream.” Their hips ground harder, length teasing your entrance with every motion. “But you haven’t begged nearly enough for that, mortal.”
Your body shook, hot tears slipping down your cheeks, your sex aching so badly you thought you might go mad.
More words of plea sputtered through your throat.
“Oh, my,” they hummed mockingly, their claws stroking up and down your waist. "All needy and trembling, begging oh-so-desperately just for my touch. I could play with you for eternity like this. Wouldn't you like that? Being my pretty little plaything?"
The incubus pulled you upright, forcing you onto their lap. You were far too blubbery to truly register the change until you felt their thigh sliding between your legs.
“Ride it,” Haarlep commanded, voice a low whisper. “Show me how much you need it.”
At first you hesitated, shame burrowing itself deep within you. But then their claws dug into your skin, forcing your hips down until your aching sex rubbed against the muscle and ridges of their thigh.
The friction, paired with their spittle that burned through your veins, was maddening.
It didn’t take you long to lose control over your own hips.
You rode their thigh faster and faster, helpless against the command, rutting like a dog against their leg with broken moans spilling from your throat. Your own juices slicked their thigh, your body burning with need, slowly rebuilding that tension back within you.
“That’s it,” Haarlep purred, tilting their thigh upwards to meet your frantic grinding. “Show me how desperate you are.”
You loathed how good it felt.
But even as shame burned through your chest, pleasure coiling tighter in your belly, it truly didn’t take long for you to find the perfect rhythm to reach at the very edge of your peak.
Your nails dug into their shoulders harder as your muscles clenched with the edge of release.
"Oh my," they chuckled, their grip on your hips still tight. "A trembling needy mortal, humping my thigh like it’s the only cock you’ll ever get. Is that all you wanted?”
“Please–... Gods. Yes, please—!” the words spilled from you barely with any coherence before you could stop them.
Haarlep’s claws dug into your hips as they dragged you back down onto the bed, pressing your chest flat against the velvet sheets. Your sex throbbed, leaking, every nerve screaming with need.
They settled behind you, their breath tickling the back of your neck. “If you are so desperate to hump my leg like the animal you are," they murmured, brushing the tip of their thick shaft over your slit, “... then arch your back and pant like one.”
With a push, they forced your back to arch lower. Exposing your swollen, throbbing, leaking sex.
The tip of their shaft pressed against your aching entrance. With a ruthless thrust, they slid in, spreading you open wider than you thought was possible. You gasped at the sudden burning stretch of the cambion’s ridges against your quivering walls.
Haarlep finally gave what they had long promised for, burying themselves to the hilt with a guttural grunt that vibrated directly against your skin.
A strangled sob tore from your throat.
Your fingers clawed uselessly at the velvet sheets as their hips snapped forward, continuing its merciless rhythm against your hip. Jolts of pleasure reverberating from the friction of their ribbed shaft within you.
Haarlep continued to pump, the motion agonizingly ruthless. Your hips bucked instinctively, trying to meet the fiend’s pattern, the walls of your entrance tightened helplessly under their intense rhythm.
Another brutal, jarring yank of your waist forced a broken whimper from your lips. The thrusts turned deeper than before. Their grip tightened until bruises formed on its surroundings.
Your limbs shook uncontrollably, barely being able to hold yourself up. Their merciless rhythm blurred your vision with a mix of tears, sweat, and sheer sensory overload.
“Vow that your body belongs to me,” Haarlep commanded through the haze of your undoing, their words brushing against your ear. “Your body will live and breathe, left alive as a living doll to obey the wishes of me and my master. But you must vow for it—to be enjoyed and used exactly how my master would see fit.”
Blinded by the thick haze of your need, against all senses that still echoed in your mind—
—you agreed to it.
The incubus grinned in pride.
“Once I have eaten your heart,” they growled, continuing their pumping motion within you again with that fast, rough, and violent force that jerked your entire frame forward, pulling your waist back just as equally hard. “You, as you know yourself, will be completely gone.”
Your knees trembled violently, your thighs shaking as you felt the overwhelming crest of your own release finally pulse through you. Each spasm blurred your mind as you rode out each second of your orgasm. Your internal muscles clamped desperately around their shaft in pulsing, helpless, hungry spasms.
Every nerve ending screamed with a pleasure so intense, leaving you utterly paralyzed, suspended in the peak of your own undoing.
Through the roars of your climax, you barely registered them leaning down, pulling you to face them. The incubus’ face was only inches from yours, their hot breath mingling with your own ragged one.
“You should know better than to lie to an incubus, little thief,” Haarlep murmured before finding their lips against your own.