A statement of a soul | Raphael x Reader

4. A Proposal

'Devote yourself' You can hear the voice of Raphael calling to you. You blink, the image around you completely blurred. You are unable to make anything out of it. 'To the pleasure... eternal.'

Your head spins, you focus your brain on the touch of your hands. You can feel the heat, feel the pulsating pleasure, crashing over your body and mind like waves of the ocean. It feels as if you've reached your end, but no specific sensations are able to penetrate past the powerful spell. You can't grasp a single thread of free will, can't focus on anything besides the deliciously sinful magic of your current lover.

You can feel your head falling, the back stretching, lips parting as the shaky breath escapes them.

Wake up.

Your own voice passes through the fog, attempting to bring you back to Earth.

'This can be forever,' you hear a breathless, seductive tone coming from below you. All of your senses work together with your mind trying to break free from the incubus charm. They are trying to fulfill the master's will. They are trying to protect the house.

'Give me your soul, little mouse.'

You snap back from your trance, grasping the thin thread of control with all of your will. You feel the incubus inside of you, feel them around you, feel them lingering on your skin, their magic attempting to devour you whole. As the clarity comes back to you, you frown at the incubus. You are concerned about the temporary loss of your willpower and wonder how much time has passed since you mounted Haarlep's hips. You remember them wearing the harness back when this happened.

'You cannot have my soul, Haarlep,' you remind them. 'I can't stay with you.'

As you respond to the incubus, you can feel the last binding of their magic lift off, breaking the charming spell. You can finally feel their firm, but not squeezing grasp on your waist, aiding you up and down his length.

'Then what will it be?'

'You can have my body, but not my mind or soul.'

'Ah,' they groan and push their hips towards you. 'A fine choice.'

Their burning gaze slides from your eyes to your lips and you meet them halfway, pulling your faces into a heated kiss. Their wings extend to the sides and wrap around you, squeezing you tighter into their chest. Your fingertips trace the gorgeous lines on the sides of his ripped abdomen, earning a nice groan from Haarlep's throat.

'You're gorgeous,' you repeat into their mouth and they roll you onto your back, kissing you with the passion sparked anew.

'Will you ever visit me again?' Haarlep pushes their hips to you one last time.

'I will visit again. But not for that reason.'

Haarlep lowers their face to you and hovers above you, supporting themselves on their elbows.
'I wish you would find some time for me.'

You raise your eyebrows surprised at their words, because you didn't sense any lie behind them. You cup their face and trace their glamoured cheekbones with your thumbs.

They inspect your features carefully, then lift their left hand and snap their fingers. Haarlep disappears for a moment in a cloud of cinders and a second later, you see yourself staring back at you. Your clone smirks devilishly at you and you realize that because of his changed form, they are no longer inside of you. You honestly aren't sure if they ever were - you'd need to read about incubi and succubi later.

'Oh, what a delicious little mouse,' Haarlep says with your voice, then snaps back into Raphael's form. 'I can't wait to explore you, to experiment, see what makes you shiver and moan. And every time I make love with your body, you will know. A passing shiver, a sudden wave of pleasure - you will know.'