𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐮𝐫'𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 || 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬 || 𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐱 𝐇𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐩

He flicks his hand towards the see through, magic door. The yellow colored light shifts into a solid, no one outside of the boudoir is able to look in. The cambion moves his eyes towards the two open doorframes; makeshift windows.

Raphael groans and summons two large, maroon curtains to cover the openings. Once the room is finally secluded, the devil flicks his wrist for the third time. A massive, silver mirror now glistens in front of his nude body, reflecting back his humanoid form that is bind in red rope.

Groaning in pleasure, he tightens the harness of rope around his chest, the demon can only chuckle at himself; the makeshift bondage gear made nearly matched his incubi's leather one.

Quickly, Raphael grabs one of the red pillows, straddling the slightly hard material before he summons more rope, tying it around his thighs and lower leg—binding the two together before wrapping it around the harness.

With his hands free, the cambion begins to stroke his hardened cock, his eyes didn't dare to look away from his tied up frame in the mirror as he stroked himself.

Moans pour from his mouth, grunting and shaking as he increases his pace. His thumb flicks over the tip of his cock, a small bead of precum oozes onto the finger pad, Raphael grunts and goes to buck his hips when the rope tying him stops him. He whines.

"Haar..." The cambion begins. "Oh! Fuck... Haarlep!" He groans in pleasure, the bottom of his cock rubs against the silk fabric of the pillow as his hand continues to stroke.

"Yes?" A voice purrs from behind the demon, Raphael looks from his hands to the reflection, meeting Haarlep's gaze.

"What are you doing in here." Raphael snaps, but his hands don't dare to stop.

"Uh-uh," They smirks and kneel behind the cambion, their wings flare out before their hands come down onto Raphael's hips, his index fingers slide under the blood-red rope, tugging him back again Haarlep's own, erect member. "No need to yell, well," Their smirk grows. "Unless you want to scream my name, pet." Haarlep bucks his hips against the devil's rear, his length sliding between Raphael's arse cheeks.

"I wasn't." The cambion states quickly, denying what the incubi has heard, even though he knew the truth. Of course Haarlep listened, it's what the cambion was after anyway.

"No?" They cock their eyebrow, their lips coming down to Raphael's neck before lightly nibbling on it. "Are you sure, pet?" They hum. "You know what happens when you lie." Haarlep warns with a smirk.

Raphael remains silent, he brings his left hand to his chest, gently rubbing his nipple. The cambion begins to ignore Haarlep's present, well, the best he can with the incubi's cock against his rear.

The demon continues to stroke his cock when he hears a loud sigh come from the devil behind him, Haarlep looks unamused.

"I am here for your likeness, Raphael," Their hands tighten on his hips. "Your pleasure." They continue. "If you wanted sex you should've asked." Haarlep purrs, his lips coming back to the cambion's neck before biting down, sucking a deep mark into the humanoid flesh.

"And you would've done exactly what I wanted? I know how you play, Haarlep." He glares at them in the mirror, but, his expression fades to pleasure as he can feel his release building, the need to cum urging to escape.

"Perhaps if you asked nicely," Haarlep grabs Raphael's wrists, taking his hands away from his groin. "I would listen." Their expression fades into a devilish grin. "But," They use their own magic to summon more of the rope, suspending the cambion's hands to the harness behind his back. "Unfortunately, you never want to." Haarlep then tugs on the rope, making sure it was in place before he looks up to meet Raphael's gaze again.