A roleplay portrayal of Raphael from the game Baldur's Gate 3, ranging from parody to multi-part. Not always canon, but in character unless otherwise indicated.
A triumphant hum left her and she leaned into a hungry kiss, claiming his lips with all the fire that kept fueling her desire.
It was certain the two wouldn't leave his office for long and the chair, the desk & various objects around would need a replacement.
As she tightened her grip on his hair, he flashed his teeth in an approving grin, the glint of the hearth catching on his canines.
When he spoke, there was a rasp to it, an unmistakeably aroused growl.
"Syl'varis, if you don't claim my lips or neck in the next few seconds..."
A squeeze of his hand, fingers in his hair tightening. Her lips curved into a smirk, bloody red smile he knew well.
"So, my sweet Devil... we have π ππππ." She murmured into his lips, mere inches away from a kiss.
She'd hear his pulse quicken, feel his blood run hot under his lips. Perhaps she'd feel something stiffen above her thigh.
Raphael let out a long exhale, as if he'd just taken a drag of a favorite drug and looked forward to savoring the high.
"Oh, the tales will be legendary."
A soft, almost playful hum as he considered her question. His fingers drummed across her shoulderblade as if he were debating.
Finally, he chuckled.
"My love, if we don't have the scholars coming up with theories centuries from now for either argument, what are we even doing?"
"That's why I took your hand when you offered it. I was always a better fit for the Devil."
Another kiss, pressed behind his ear and her fang grazed the skin with calculated gentleness.
"But, who corrupted whom?" A low chuckle, playful.
She'd feel the skin around his jaw tighten as he smiled.
It had always been what he'd tried to achieve with this House, after all. Who'd have ever known she'd not only share his bed, but his taste as well?
"Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven. Paradise is subjective."
Syl smiled, peppering few kisses along the pulse underneath his skin.
"What a beautiful paradox," she whispered into his ear, "paradise in Hells."
Maybe it was impossible, yes, but what they managed to built over the decades together was close to what one could call paradise.
Warlock and wife. The two contracts were now one and the same. If he had one to his name, it would always, only be her.
"I know," he assured quietly, fingers rubbing her back. His eyes closed as he felt her chill against his warmth.
"To retain paradise forever was impossible."
One's capacity to feel at ease amongst Fiends should probably be studied. But I am no less pleased and no less grateful for it.
It is rare for a Cambion to have anyone he considers a friend, let alone one such as myself; though, with my charm, you may have thought the opposite.
You'd like us to be even closer, would you?
You know, I find myself surprisingly amicable to the idea. We'll need to work out the terms of engagement, of course, but you've proven to be surprisingly welcome company in most instances. I daresay I enjoy having you around.
By Devil standards, it's practically disgusting. By my personal standards, we're quite intimate compared to the rapport I have with my more casual clientele.
[Oh boy y'all this new dose of Vyvanse might be a little too much until I can acclimate to it properly, my brain feels super hyper even though it feels like I can actually focus on multiple things at once for a change]
If you truly desire screams to leave you at their full potential, I could always offer a particularly hellish expertise of mine. Nothing like a little torture between friends.
I happen to have a private villa outside of Neverwinter with its own secluded beachfront. We can portal straight there, if you like. And, yes, I would change into something more comfortable in hot weather, if I were you, even if it's only to properly feel the breeze on your skin.
like being nice. sometimes. consider yourself very, very lucky.
now ! yes, the beach, the beach .. ah. how remote do you mean, when you say "remote" ? should i .. /change/ ?
Splendid.
A taste of freedom is in order, then. Come. You'll have my protection for as long as our beach outing lasts.
Should you feel inspired to commit, I will commit to my end of the bargain in full as well. Do we have an accord?
ah. i remember, maybe .. in exchange for the hammer, yes ? your assistance with prince orpheus' freedom ..
i'll make time, spare an ear, if the opportunity presents itself. i make no promises, but, i'll put in the effort should i need to. know that, at least.