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https://archiveofourown.org/works/54119770/chapters/137687920#workskin By a_true_neutral Warning: This chapter has explicit content in it. please refer to the tags in the link fiction. Note: I am inexperienced when it comes to impressions, this is a means to develop a skill and this lovely author has allowed me to use their work for it.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/54119770/chapters/137687920#workskin By a_true_neutral Warning: This chapter has explicit content in it. please refer to the tags in the link fiction. Note: I am inexperienced when it comes to impressions, this is a means to develop a skill and this lovely author has allowed me to use their work for it.
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Raphael knows where his mouse and her companions are hiding. He confronts her in her tent and finds her pleasuring herself. They engage in a sexual encounter, but decide to go to a different location for privacy. They disappear together in a burst of fire and embers. O APPLE OF HIS EYE by True Neutral Chapter 12 BEDROOM FUN PART 2 It was because of Corilla's constant reconnaissance that Raphael knew where his little mouse and her companions were hiding out and licking their wounds. It was an encampment just outside Rivington, and Raphael walked into it as if he owned the land and each little makeshift tent that was built upon it. The vampire's spawn was the first to notice his arrival. What the devil are you doing here? His question, which had come out more with surprise than anger, caused other nearby members of the party to turn, look, and see who the devil in question was. Raphael's eyes darted to count heads, everyone seemed to be accounted for, either standing beside their personal tent or waiting around for the late night dinner that was cooking over the fire. Everyone was there, except for their mischievous wretch of a leader. I'd also like to know why you're here, Raphael, Mizzoro's pet said, stepping up with his hand on the hilt of his rapier. The wizard was scrutinizing him from the fire as he stirred what smelled to be a stew of some kind, and Zariel's rogue soldier was glaring at him from a distance. He would ignore the rest. Where is she? Raphael demanded of the vampire's spawn. Of them all, he established a rapport with Astarian, established trust. She's in her tent, Astarian replied, staring at him sideways, said she wasn't feeling well. And which hovel is hers? Astarian took too long to decide what he wanted to say or do. I can deduce the answer on my own, but your assistance would make my visit shorter, Raphael drawled. What do you want with Tav, Mizzoro's pet asked. It was then that a stifled cry sounded out from elsewhere in the camp, and Raphael glanced at the vampire's spawn with rage prickling under his skin. She's ill, you say, he inquired, knowing full well what ailed their leader. And to Mizzoro's pet. I have business with her regarding the contract she signed, and I advise that you do not try to stop me from discussing matters with my client. With that, Raphael brushed past them and headed towards the source of the cry. The tent was uniquely her, the exterior of the shelter was overflowing with a hodgepodge collection of stolen items ranging from useless to expensive. The lantern that would illuminate her area had been extinguished, and the canvas flap of the entrance was closed, but he could hear movement and strangled moans coming from inside. She was not sleeping or ill, and blood flowed to his cock. Raphael was grateful most of her companions had by now gathered around the fire, likely to speculate what business called him to their camp. To confirm his hunch, he could feel the gaze of a multitude of eyes at his back. Raphael stepped to the tent's entrance and ripped open the flap of his mouse's tent without warning or care. It was only a second, but the second was long enough for him to get a glimpse of her arched, spread legs and the fingers that pumped into her sex before the other hand slipped out from underneath her tunic to frantically throw the blanket of her bedroll over herself. The heady expression on her flushed features was quickly replaced with dawning recognition and his mouse's eyes widened. The scent of her arousal permeated the tent, and a tent was rapidly being built in his breeches. What the fuck are you doing here, she whispered, startled by his unexpected appearance. What were you doing in my house, Raphael challenged in return. He inhaled her aroma as subtly and deeply as he could. I don't know what you're talking about. Raphael's head tilted and his eyes bored into hers, doubting her ignorance when the repercussions of her tryst with his incubus were presently on display. Fine! Her concession was interrupted when she bit her lip and choked down a moan. He could discern subtle movements underneath the blanket as her eyelids fluttered close. I was there. I wanted to see your house in person. Are you fucking yourself as we speak? Her eyes opened and the sensuous look she gave him sent another wave of heat to his groin. No, that would be rude of me. That was his mouse's brazen and breathless response. Raphael entered the tent, flap closing behind him, and he tore the blanket away to find that his mouse was inarguably continuing to fuck herself while he was talking to her. What is the matter with you? She shouted as quietly as she could while simultaneously pulling her glistening fingers out from her sex and clamping her legs together. Get out of my tent! Oh, don't stop on my account, he retorted. There's no need for modesty when I could return to my house of hope this very instant and look upon every inch of your body. It's mine now. Her back arched as she was hit with what must have been a wave of pleasure. Well, I wouldn't have played around with Pallop had I known this would happen. Fuck. At this rate, he needed release just as much as she. Put your fingers back into your pretty little cunt, he demanded, his voice becoming a lustful and low purr. No, she exclaimed, indignant, vexing creature. You will do as I say or I will go back out and tell your party the specifics of your situation unless they already know. His mouth scowled. She slowly parted her legs and put her fingers back into her pretty little soaking wet cunt. Raphael's rage and reasoning for confronting her became consumed by lustful hunger. He was hypnotized and raptured by the sight before him, his little mouth pleasuring herself with fingers that rhythmically disappeared into her, her body writhing and squirming with pert, hardened nipples that were visible through the thin material of her tunic, her face, the way her lips parted and the way her eyes stared into his with want. You're still in my tent, Raphael, she stated huskily. Her scent overwhelmed his nostrils, his blood, already naturally hot, was on fire with desire. His mouth spit back another cry as her slick fingers moved the sensitive bud of her clit. My companions are going to talk. Her eyes glanced at his crotch and traced the taut line that pushed against fabric. Maybe a few of them will think we're fucking. She was twisting him around her finger. Yes, I suppose they will, he murmured as he watched her bite her lip and moan. And he would let her. Would you want to fuck me, Raphael? His answer was automatic, yes. She moaned again as if his confirmation was something she had needed to hear. Since signing the contract, I've imagined you fucking me while you wear the crown of Cassis on your head. A growl rumbled in his chest and his fingers twitched while his cock yearned to ravage her. Is that what she wanted? Did she want him to lose control? Did she want him to take her? Holup's been teasing me for a while, his mouth said, and I can't seem to come by myself. His mouth was dry. Do you want me to fuck you, little mouse? Yes, was her automatic response. She looked delirious, delicious. Raphael nearly came then and there. Her fingers were back in her cunt. Beg me to fuck you, little mouse, and I may oblige. Please, fuck me, Archdevil Supreme Raphael. End my agony. And he would. Nine hells, the strength and willpower, the control it took to not throw himself upon her. But a change in setting was necessary. For all the times he envisioned this scenario, none of them included taking the object of his desire on her unwashed bedroll that lay in the dirt of her tent with stolen goods while her companions were lingering outside, waiting for any excuse to attack. Get up, he ordered huskily. She frowned, blinking at him as she stilled her movements. Her sex-addled mind did not comprehend his meaning. We are going to the devil's den, unless you would like me to take you in this hobble, he asked sarcastically. I'm sure it's been a fantasy of your parties to eat while hearing the bliss-filled melodic sound of their leader being undone by a devil. Realization lit up somewhere behind her eyes. No. Come along, little mouse, he said. His eyes lingered between her thighs before they traveled up her body to meet her needful gaze. And I shall give you what you've long desired. What he's long desired. Not needing to be told twice, she stood on shaky legs whilst grabbing the breeches that had been cast aside and hastily put them on. She then found a piece of parchment from her pack, scribbled a note, and placed it upon her bedroll. I've let them know that you haven't kidnapped me, that we're... In a single step, his mouse was before him, discussing business elsewhere. She snaked a hand around his neck and pulled his head down to meet hers. They disappeared from the tent with a burst of fire and embers.
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