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Raphael returned to his boudoir in a state of exquisite ruin.
He had not slept in days, fueled by nothing but caffeine and spite. Dark circles hollowed his eyes. His collar hung open, and his hair was disheveled. He shut the door behind him and crossed the room on unsteady feet.
He collapsed face down on the large red satin covered bed and immediately fell asleep.
He lifted his head, uncertain how—or when—he had awakened.
That was when he saw her.
Hope stood at the edge of the bed, watching him with an expression that hovered between fondness and mischief. He startled, snapping upright, already forming a cutting remark.
But the words caught in his throat.
She wore nothing but a thin, very sheer cerulean blue dress. It clung to her curvy form, her small perky breasts peeking through the fabric and her generous backside elegantly draped, revealing more with every movement in a way that made it impossible for him not to look. She smirked and circled him, approaching him from behind, as if ready to pounce.
"How did you -" he began, but she cut him off.
“I have seen the error of my ways,” she said in a soft voice, admiring his firm and yet plump athletic butt, so exposed and vulnerable. “I wish to make it up to you.” Her eyes darted back to his.
Her voice carried none of its usual defiance. Only warmth.
Admiration.
He swallowed. Praise was like catnip to him.
She came up behind him. He rolled on his back and sat up to face her. Before he could even react, she had closed the distance between them and held his large clawed hands in hers. The touch alone sent a shiver through him. He told himself to pull away. To speak. To reassert himself.
Instead, he let her hold his hands.
They were large—rugged, clawed, powerful. He took pride in the fear and admiration they inspired, yet some part of him still felt ashamed of them. She lifted one, kissed the knuckles, then the palm.
“You are brilliant,” she whispered “A genius. I was so foolish. Let me make it up to you.”
Her lips brushed his skin again, and his mind went blank.
She moved between his legs and pressed herself to him, her lips to his. Her hand rested on his crotch and her touch was gentle, almost absentminded, caressing his raging hard on through his breeches.
"You are so tense. Let me help you relax."
"P-please." was all he could say, submissively, barely stifling a moan.
She unbuttoned his breeches and his cock sprang free, throbbing. Not only that, but all of his clothing, and hers, had suddenly disappeared as well, as if evaporated.
She kissed him again, deeper this time, until he gasped and arched helplessly. Her hands traveled to his chest, thumbs brushing his nipples.
"Look at this perfect body. You are so perfect." she pressed her lips to one of his sensitive, hairy man-nipples and sucked.
This unleashed a wave of pleasure deep inside him that made him shake and quiver hard. His nipples were his weak spot, a direct gateway to his magic button. He shivered and moaned, no longer able to hold it back.
Then she knelt before him, unhurried, admiring his mighty rod - thick, girthy and veiny, not too long, just big enough to reach the right places, and with a lovely upwards curve. When she touched him with her mouth, nibbling and sucking at the tip and kissing along the shaft, his hands curled into the sheets as sensation overwhelmed him, wings fluttering behind him.
She drew back only to tease.
“My, my,” she said, squeezing, weighing his balls in her hands. “So full. No wonder you’re so impatient.”
Her hand traveled further down, brushing his perineum and rubbing his backdoor. When her fingers slipped inside him it was with such ease that it startled a sound from his throat. He flushed, mortified even in the dream, but she only smiled.
Her fingers searched until they found his prostate.
When she pressed it he cried out, body jolting as though struck. Pleasure surged, overwhelming, and she laughed softly at the way he shook, continuing to rub him in slow circular motions.
He moaned, eyes half closed.
She glanced up at him and stared right into his eyes.
"Don't worry. I have something better."
She took a step back and snapped her fingers.
The Mage Strap-On appeared. It was a phallic shaped appendage, blue, glowing and transparent, attached to her groin, an extension of her. She pulled a flask of special cleric oil and lubed it.
"It works like a wand" she explained, her slick hands sliding up and down the shaft "It is a fun way of casting healing spells. It's a bit like a suppository." she winked at him "I have always wanted to be your little nurse."
He felt himself melt. This was everything he had ever dreamed of. Paradise itself could scarcely have improved upon this.
He chuckled when she approached and massaged his butthole with the magical oil. He felt a spreading warmth that made him feel as if his pleasure had been heightened. Whenever her fingers touched, even just a quick graze, felt incredibly pleasurable.
He laid back moaning, his large fluttering wings spread over the bed. Such a large and ferocious beast, fanged, horned and clawed, brought to a quivering, pleading puddle by a little dwarf, and he loved every second of it.
With both of her oiled up palms on his thighs she spread his legs further and pushed them over his muscular stomach. His tail rested on the floor, between her legs, the tip curled.
He lay bare, completely exposed, quivering and aching, ready for her. She climbed on top of him.
He offered no resistance when she entered him. The strap filled him nicely and he enjoyed the soft vibrations. She leaned over him, hands on his narrow hips, admiring his perfect abs, with just the right amount of hair, the veins trailing his glistening crimson skin. She slid her fingers down the ridges on his hips and his v-lines.
It was as if his v-lines had v-lines.
He was such a well built man.
She began to thrust, enjoying the sounds of delight he made as he felt her fullness inside of him, the texture of the dildo stimulating his most sensitive areas. Fluid pooled over his belly and dripped onto the sheets. He leaked like a faucet.
"Missionary is your favorite, isn't it?" she leaned closer to him and he curled, inviting her further in, folded over himself. He nodded "Y-yes...".
"I could tell." she thrust harder.
His legs wrapped themselves around her. He curled up and pulled her closer. His tail could not stop wagging. His belly bulged slightly with her thrusts.
"Take me to heaven, cleric." he leaned back and moaned harder, surrendering himself in pure ecstasy.
Again and again he was overtaken by waves of pleasure that left him shaking all over.
He no longer had control of himself. It was as if he had ceased to exist altogether. Only his prostate and his cock remained.
Just as a wave shot through his whole body and overwhelmed him, another one built up right away. He felt completely spent, as if for that moment all the anger, spite, anxiety and grief and been exorcised out of him.
Sometimes she played with his nipples, others she went faster, others slower, others she touched him on the neck, or the lips, or his hips. Each unleashed waves of pleasure within him, every single one more pleasurable than the last.
The glowing blue oil dripped from his backdoor mixed with his sweat.
Although he was covered in sweat, he still smelled nice. Raphael always smelled nice, like sulfur, but not like rotten eggs, more like a nice exfoliating soap. He also smelled like cherries, which combined nicely.
"I could tell how badly you've been aching for this." she whispered tenderly in his ear and he babbled something incoherent in infernal.
His wings fluttered uncontrollably.
Having his prostate massaged always had him fluttering like a sparrow.
She grabbed his throbbing leaking cock and thrust harder. He felt himself climaxing and screamed, his claws digging into the sheets, his tail curled around her, and spurted thick white ropes all over his perfect, sweat soaked abs. Tears streaked his cheeks.
His cum squirted all over and landed mostly on his chest, with some landing in his chin.
She could feel him spasming and contracting around her as he came down from his orgasm and she stayed inside him a while longer, holding his cock.
He had shot his load all over his abs. _What a beautiful mess_ , she smiled, admiring her handiwork like a painter admiring a beautiful work of art.
He exhaled loudly, feeling completely sated.
He smiled a smile of pure bliss, eyes dreamy and half lidded, hair tousled and covered in sweat, arms and legs still trembling, his body relaxed and his balls completely empty.
He had become a quivering pancake.
He hadn't a care in the world and felt great about himself. An intense feeling of joy washed over him and all he could do was smile. His wings would not stop vibrating. Cum dripped from his chin.
His cock deflated in her palm, cum still dripping from it.
She eased herself out. Thick, glowing blue liquid poured out of him.
"What in the Hells is that" he panted, flushed, regaining some awareness.
"It's my faerie juice!" she chirped and patted his belly. She produced a butt plug with a pink crystal heart on the handle. "A little gift from me, for being such a good boy" she explained and inserted the plug.
She gave it a little pat and admired his cute, plump butt with the little butt plug in it, wavering with his contractions. He could not help but clenching around the plug, something he found oddly comforting.
How adorable he looked like this, she thought.
She leaned over him, wiped the dripping cum off of his chin with her cum covered fingers, and inserted them in his mouth. She could feel his sharp teeth grazing her but felt no fear.
He sucked her fingers clean.
She brushed his thick dark hair off of his face and cupped his cheek in her small dainty hand. He covered it in his, large, red and clawed. His eyes were glassy and his lips wet and parted in a slight smile.
"You look gorgeous like this..." she laughed "You always look gorgeous, but right now you look especially gorgeous..." She approached her lips to his "My sweet Raphael..." she kissed him, tasting his cum on his moist lips, and giving him a scratch behind the horns. He wagged his tail aggressively, happy.
Raphael woke up suddenly on the floor in a tangle of sheets with his still clothed. There was a wet spot in his breeches. His tail still wagged aggressively and his wings still fluttered uncontrollably. His prostate tingled and throbbed, a last ember of the delightful dream he had just awoken from.
He picked himself up from the floor, washed, changed his clothes in a haste, fixed his hair and walked with determined steps to his dungeon.
When he finally arrived he looked at her, in her infernal chains. He paused, looking down at her smugly, pausing for effect.
Then, he began his lecture. "Do you think me blind, enchantress? These honeyed tortures in the dark — they are yours, conjured to bamboozle me! I feel your claws in my slumber and your sweet venom in my veins, you cruel succubus in cleric's robes. Yet, know this: the keys rattle in _my_ hand."
"I'm not doing anything." she snorts "It's all in your head." she motioned with her finger next to her temple in circles "Try pulling it out of your backside someday."
"Unrepentant, sneering siren." he spat, wide eyed. There was an awkward pause. Despite trying to sound stern, he blushed and a boyish smile crept upon his lips, his tail began to wag and his wings vibrated, but only for a moment.
"Ahem." he composed himself "Do not forget who your master is, lest he remind you once again."
She rolled her eyes.
“Do not spurn me, Hope. Beneath the claws and hellfire I am a creature of affections and tenderness."
She narrowed her eyes. He approached tentatively.
"No. I am not a slave, and you cannot buy me or bully me."
"O Hope! My curse, my cure!" he cried theatrically, grabbing his hair "you are the whip that flays me and the balm that soothes the wound!" his voice cracked just slightly "I'm all strung out, my heart is fried, I just can't get you off my mind!"
"I say, in life, you're going to get what you give, but some things only the Gods can forgive" she sneered, and laughed at him.
Raphael beheld the mocking dwarf before him, his heart beating like a drum.
