Haunt Me

Haunt Me

Haunt me Chapter 1 - Because I am bored and I rarely post full chapters here.

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Pairings: Haarlep/F!Tav/Raphael

Summary:

Haarlep heard Tav's cries echo in the Abyss and Raphael has come to collect her. In the end, Tav is not sure which devil is crueler; but she knows now which devils make her feel safe.

“We will take better care of you, sweet little mouse.” Their – Raphael’s hand – moved from its perch along the dip of her hip, pet across her womb and then up between the valley of her breasts to gently curl around the base of her throat. “I will never let either of them squash that delicious potential.”

Rating: 18+ | Explicit - Heed the rating and tags

TW: Past Abuse / Implied torture - Torture | Smut | Scars & Branding | Possessive Behavior | Explicit Sexual Content | PTSD

“And when hope has been whittled down to the very marrow of despair – that’s when you’ll come knocking on my door.”

― Raphael, Baldur's Gate 3

Tav lay tucked in decadent sheets. Curled around a perfectly fluffed long pillow. Head cradled at one end while her arms gripped the soft object to her chest like a lifeline.

Awareness trickled through her subconscious. The tender tickle along her outer thigh and hip caused goosebumps to tighten her skin. The repetitive caress of blunt nails and soft fingertips coaxed her from the nightmare that tormented her only moments prior.

The affectionate petting pulled her from the darkness of a despair that had yet to fade. The taste of it lingered like an old wound – scabbed over yet never healing. Her past mistakes were a stain that she would never be rid of. Her choices would haunt her for eternities to come.

As the echoes of her dream faded, Tav became aware of her body.

The heaviness in her limbs, the burn along her eyelids, the phantom feeling of soreness between her thighs – the barely distinguishable trace of sulfur in the air.

She groaned groggily, clutching the pillow tighter to her chest; wanting nothing more than to sink back into the calm that now settled through her mind.

Tav felt so…secure – protected, was the closest word she could think of.

She could not remember the last time she had not woken up to the sticky feeling of blood drying on her neck or the suffocatingly familiar hold of Astarion. The endless turbulent days and nights of his attentions as he sought to reform her to her previous state of complacency – almost destroyed her beyond repair.

Guilt still held firm, tainting the comfort that her newly obtained freedom should bring.

If one could call her arrangement freedom.

“Has our little thief woken from her slumber?” A familiar soft voice – her voice – breathed.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than pet me?” Tav rasped back. Sleep addled mind causing her filter to slip. Her brain pulled itself back to the present away from those past memories and regrets. Her centuries with Astarion warped her concept of time. He was both a distant visage and a vivid experience. However, that could still be the effects of their bond bleeding through whatever potions Raphael was constantly feeding her.

Tav was no longer at Astarion’s Palace; she was hidden away.

Tucked in another realm, safe in the House of Hope – or as safe as one could be surrounded by Devils.

“Naughty mouse.” Haarlep reprimanded, voice still hushed.  “You would do best to remember how to address your masters.” Fingers still traced patterns along her side leaving a tingle of magic in their wake. “I can still be cruel if need be.”

Tav realized Haarlep was tracing the scars left by Astarion. She chose to remain silent, let the incubus continue to follow the curving lines and sharp edges of the two spells carved into her skin. The second addition had long since healed over, less visible than the first, but shimmered like tattoos of celestial light when touched.

Tav did not understand Haarlep’s obsession with the old wounds. Raphael had been livid when he saw the damage. His reaction stirred an odd sense of comfort in her. Relieved by the simple fact that Raphael was not the one to plant the seed of complete ownership of her soul in Astarion’s mind.

Haarlep’s form shifted behind her.

The familiar tingle at the tips of her own fingers, phantom sensations that mirrored Haarlep’s, faded. Her own familiar hand grew larger, and the breasts against her back melted away into the hard muscular chest of Raphael.

Tav tensed for a brief moment before her body relaxed.

“There we are.” Haarlep murmured as they felt her lean into them. Then sighed, more a conversation with themselves than her, “We still have work to do. That insolent whelp doesn’t know how to properly take care of his toys.” A large hand tucked a loose wave behind her ear before resting against her waist. “You should have stayed with me.” Their deep voice muffled against her hair.

Tav remembered Haarlep’s offer when she snuck into Raphael’s domain to steal the Orphic Hammer.

She hated the grip her old master held over her, even now – the guilt that came with finally escaping consumed her at times. Her attachments to the Ascendant Vampire still held her in a chokehold. She was now sure it was a combination of the memory of what once was, mixed with the lingering effects of his compulsion. Further solidified by their bond, that prevented the haunting attachment from fading in full.

There was another unsettling suspicion that maybe it was Astarion’s will alone; even after all this time. His obsession potentially running deeper than Tav thought possible. Her new train of thought caused her breasts to hitch in an unnecessary breath.

Maybe he was –

As if sensing her thoughts, Haarlep ran their lips over Tav’s collar. Kissed the twin scars that marred her delicate neck. Horns pressed against her temple as they nuzzled their head against hers – a distraction.

She was with them now. Her two unlikely saviors that appeared when she was at her lowest.

“We will take better care of you, sweet little mouse.” Their – Raphael’s hand – moved from its perch along the dip of her hip, pet across her womb and then up between the valley of her breasts to gently curl around the base of her throat. “I will never let either of them squash that delicious potential.” Their last promise held a possessiveness the curled around Tav like a warm blanket. Secured her away in the mutual understanding that Haarlep ran their dynamic behind the scenes. They would be there to mend her wounds both physical and emotional as they have proven so far.  

They taught her that actions spoke more than words ever could.

Haarlep’s embrace danced along the edge of sexual without tipping the scale. Their main focus – as it had been – was familiarity; intimacy and trust.

Haarlep was working to drag her from the depths of the broken house she built around herself. With a practiced hand, soft caresses and meticulous care they carefully lured her from the ocean of her anguish.

Tav sealed her new contract with Raphael in sin when he whisked her away from her prison. Astarion foiled her attempt to summon Bhaal– the ritual ruined, and no Gods came to her rescue; no one responded to her desperate pleas.

Just when Tav was ready to give up – a devil responded instead.  

His was the first face other than her master’s that she had seen in – she could not recall. Tav was so starved of everything at that point, pleading constantly for any deity to answer her prayers, that she would have agreed to anything he asked.

Tav had been too desperate, could still not recall the exact stipulations of their current contract; but remembered giving herself over to him without a second thought then and there on the cell floor.

After Raphael secured her contract he vanished the chains from Tav’s raw ankle, slipped his arms under her shoulder and knees and hefted her up against his chest. Tav could only vaguely remember the taste of sulfur and burn of ash against her eyes as Raphael ripped the portal in the dank air and took her away.  

Astarion’s prized possession – stolen in the night.

Oh, how he must have raged.

Haarlep’s thumb brushed affectionately over her clavicle. The habit became a subconscious action when they felt her mind wander. The familiar touch acted as a shield intended to keep her anguish at bay.

Tav hummed to let Haarlep know she was fine. Her hand released its clutch on her pillow to rest against the forearm nestled between her breasts. Her fingers still tingled with their previous shared touch; she almost missed the intoxicating duality of Haarlep holding her while wearing her form.

She felt everything Haarlep felt. The sensation brought a selfishly narcissistic sense of comfort and in that moment Tav understood why Raphael transformed and glamoured Haarlep in his image.

Tav allowed the tension in her muscles to bleed away until she was lax in Haarlep’s embrace. Tucked into a cocoon of serenity as her mind wondered.

Later that night, after they thoroughly ravished her, she slipped in and out of conscious. Their coupling had been too much; she had been weaker than she looked.  Even so, Tav still recalled their hushed conversation vividly.

“She is too far gone.” Haarlep growled loud enough for Raphael to hear during her first night in their care.  “Our lost little dove won’t be any fun if we break what’s left of her.” The incubus’ fingers brushed the damp strands of hair from her temple with careful affection after Raphael set her on his bed. They huffed in false annoyance at her lack of response. Hips swayed with no regards to their nude state as they sauntered over to snag the long robe draped over the chaise lounge. Haarlep turned around, the degrading comment weaponized at the tip of their tongue turned to ash.

Haarlep’s sudden silence drew Raphael’s attention. Eyes falling to his concubine, as he took a sip of mulled wine from his cup.

The incubus took in the ragged state of their eagerly anticipated playmate. The haughty expression faded from their face to one of unfettered disbelief. Glamoured eyes traced over the scene displayed before them.

The velvet comforter clung to the thin material of Tav’s dress, causing it to bunch around her upper thighs.

Tav barely noticed; vision already blackened around the edges from the exertion on her body. A sheen of perspiration glittered on her skin. Limbs numb and tingling from the hellish euphoria of the combined attentions of both Raphael and Haarlep.

“Astarion did this to her?” Haarlep whistled low. All lighthearted sultry banter gone as their gaze fixated on her scars. “And you did not notice?” It was a bold question on Haarlep’s part; given neither thought to peel the erotic dress from her body before they shared her.

The consuming need to indulge clouded their usually high perception.

Raphael’s form turned as rigid as the statues carved in his likeness. Golden gaze flew over the markings; recognized parts of the scars. His features twisted in contempt, and he snarled his response to Haarlep in their shared infernal tongue.

Tav was still unsure if he switched languages for her benefit. For something to cause that type of visceral reaction in the cambion – whatever Astarion had done to her must have truly been blasphemous.

Raphael moved towards her slowly after their discovery; as if she were a caged animal – she was. The mattress dipped under the weight of him. His large hand reached out to touch her.

Tav’s flinch had been out of habit; completely unintentional. A traumatic reaction in response to years of Astarion’s depraved love.

Her immediate reaction was enough for Raphael to pause. His features distorted uncharacteristically with pity before falling stony and cold.

His hand cupped her face anyway. His grip firm and unyielding; meant to secure her attention and ground her through her haze. The unbearable warmth of him seeped through the chill of her skin.

“There was no decorum in these slights against you, little mouse.” His deep timber resonated through Tav’s as he spoke. “This damage is worse than I realized.” He released her chin, took a lingering look at the carvings decorating her side and shifted her dress down to hide them from view. “I will get my contract’s worth from you…and more I am afraid.” His eyes met Haarlep’s. “When we break her, we will not do so with such reckless disregard – Heal her.” Raphael stood from the bed and strode nude to his armoire to dress. “We can show restraint until she is ready – a small gift, in honor of our history.”

“It would be my pleasure, Master.” Haarlep said airily. “After all –“ His voice morphed into the familiar timbre of Tav’s own. “A dove with –“

“ – clipped wings is no fun at all.” Haarlep whispered the familiar words against her; pulling her from her musing. “Come now, pet.” They rolled Tav under them. Settled themselves comfortably between her parted thighs. Hips pressed flush against her core. Their golden gaze locked with her still red ones.

The new position made Tav hyper aware of the warmth pressed against her. Their hardened length brushed against her clit as she bent a knee causing the material of her nightgown to slide down her thigh making more room for the incubus’s hips. She could feel Haarlep’s muscles flex against her as they maintained their affectionate control.

They would never force her hand. Refused to push for anything further unless Tav was the one to initiate.

It was…sweet.

Tav knew their softness would not last forever, could still feel the phantom sensations of Raphael using Haarlep in her image. Remembered the sinful pleasure she endured her first night.

It was a reprieve she would have never been granted under the care of her previous master.

She was grateful.

Tav’s gaze traced down the contours of Haarlep’s glamoured face. Her hand rose up to follow the same trail her eyes took. Fingers brushed over sharp cheek bones and a strong jawline. Shakily traced down their throat. Red eyes fell to the pulse at their jugular – entranced by the gentle flutter of blood beneath their skin.

Her senses started to heighten, eyes dilated, and her throat became parched.

She forewent food for sleep.

Now the hunger was setting in.

Haarlep noticed her gaze; saw a thirst similar to theirs flicker in the depths of her eyes. They understood Tav’s need.

The pull of a vampire’s hunger was similar to that of their kind.

Incubi, succubi and vampires.

Blood and sex.

Kindred in a distant sense of the word.

With a deep chuckle they gripped Tav’s waist and rolled again. This time landing with their back against the pillows. Haarlep rearranged their favored playmate until she straddled their lap while they reclined against the plush headboard. The golden devil’s head cast above them reflected the glow of the fireplace onto Tav’s pale skin.

“Is my little dove hungry?” Haarlep’s voice hit a sultry note. Fed their own sensuality into the question. Sought to tease and pull forth other carnal desires from their pet.

Tav swallowed, head dipped in a small nod, shoved the unusual embarrassment of the admission away. She was no blushing virgin by any means – but this admission held a weight to it.

There was an electric anticipation in the air as Haarlep read her cues.

Slowly, tediously, Haarlep drew forth slivers of her old self. Dredged them from the depths of her agony and forced life back into her piece by piece.

The connection she felt to Haarlep was not one she could have ever anticipated. Their bargained tryst had been pushed to the back of her mind, only coming to light in snippets of bliss or phantom fingers that dug into her flesh during the more painful sessions; when Astarion forgot his strength.

A kindness she did not recognized at the time.

Haarlep’s hand came up to brush over Tav’s shoulders. Fingers hooked under the straps of her sheer nightgown and let the fabric drift down to her waist. Golden eyes darkened as the material slid away to reveal the soft skin below. Breasts now on display, legs parted and straddling their lap. Their tongue dipped out to lick their lips at the scene.

Haarlep moved, seemed to engulf her even though she was the one atop them. They leaned forward, closed the distance and thread their fingers in Tav’s luscious waves.

All Tav knew in that moment was those blazing gold irises, familiar heady scent distinctly belonging to Haarlep and the hellish warmth of their lips; barely grazing her own. The tempting brush of petal soft lips against her own slightly chapped ones acted as a ghost of a kiss intended to tempt – leaving its victim yearning for more.

“You know the rules, pet.” Haarlep purred; pausing until they saw clarity in Tav’s eyes. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Yes.” Tav stated, eyes locked back on the gentle thrum of blood flowing beneath Haarlep’s crimson skin.

“Tut-tut, little thief. Look at me.” Their voice rough with amusement. They got the answer they craved, but they wanted her explicit, enthusiastic, consent.

If not, they would end this now. Have a servant fetch another less enticing vial of their blood for her to drink from. They could not afford any further setbacks.

Tav forced her eyes to lock with gold, momentarily taken aback. Both shocked and relieved by the lack of glowing crimson.

“If we do this – Raphael will know – and he will come.” Haarlep’s fingers cradled her chin as his other hand pressed against her solar plexus. The warmth of a foreign emotion filled her deadened heart. It was love – pure and untainted by sorrow. Their tenderly spun lie of true love filled the empty bits of her soul; a different form of compulsion meant to ease the tension from her body but not cloud her mind. “You have traded one master for two far crueler ones.” Their voice was rough with restrained excitement.

Haarlep closed their eyes as if to collect themselves.

When they opened again there was a look of amity there that shook Tav to her core. Only now did it  occur to her that Haarlep was also bound to Raphael as much as she had been bound to Astarion. Both of them enslaved to power hungry masters…and for a moment, she doubted herself.

Was the devil she knew a better choice?

“Little thief.” Haarlep drew her attention back to them. “If you do this – there is no going back.” A red thumb traced her bottom lip. “You will be relinquishing your soul to us.” Another peculiar look of affection passed through Haarlep’s eyes. “You will suffer; beautifully.” Golden eyes shuttered as if savoring the image. Then snapped open with a newfound intensity. “We will break you into pretty little pieces – but we will not leave you for ruin…to rot in a carcass of what once was.” Their nose brushed Tav’s with practiced affection. “We take care of our toys, little dove, and I promise you. You will quiver in pleasure as we ravish you while piecing you back together.”

The depraved visual caused Tav’s thighs to clench against the corded muscle of Haarlep’s. A new wave of needy fire burned through her veins and settled in her core.

“I am ready.” Tav reaffirmed. “I want this.” The twinge in her heart at her betrayal of Astarion did not hold the same sway it once had. She was surprisingly at ease with falling into the incubus’ fiendish embrace.

She was aware of how Raphael was; narcissistic and selfish, always taking and rarely giving. Knew in contrast, Haarlep was ravenous and would give endlessly – thrilled by the pleasurable suffering it brought. Tav had no doubt there would be times when she regretted her choice; but during her stay a House of Hope they had shown her more care than Astarion had in centuries.

“Oh, sweet little dove – I knew you would be a tasty steal when I heard your cries echoing in the Abyss.” Haarlep’s eyes darkened with arousal. Heat curled through Tav in response and her fangs cut into her lip. “Let’s give our beloved Raphael something to rage over.” Haarlep’s hands slid up Tav’s thighs, bunching the sheer material around her waist and dipped below. Fiery fingers grazed her clit and parted her folds to find her ready and wanting.

Haarlep groaned in delight. Horns clanked against the golden buttons sewn into the velvet headboard. They lifted Tav’s hips as if she weighed nothing and settled her over the tip of their – Raphael’s – rigid length.

Tav’s hands fell to their chest to support herself, allowed her weight to assist Haarlep’s entry. She gasped as their thickness parted her folds; the intrusion made easier by how damned wet she was. Her knees slid along the sheets and her core fluttered exquisitely when they bottomed out. The stretch of Raphael’s cock still required getting use to – textured and devilish as it was – his girth was more than she had been accustomed to.

Haarlep’s fingers flexed along Tav’s hips. She could feel their thighs tense and muscles strain from the effort to prevent them from bucking up into her.

A dark thrill curled up her spine at the heady feel of being the cause of such a reaction.

“Go-od, girl.” Haarlep’s head titled back in ecstasy as they groaned. One hand had found its way to fist in her hair while the other held firm on her hip. Tav rocked forward experimentally and jolted as a fresh wave of rapture coursed through her stagnate veins.

Haarlep’s hips thrust against her. They hissed something in infernal before guiding Tav to their neck.

“No need to be gentle, sweetling – we won’t.”

Tav’s fangs pieced Haarlep’s jugular. The heady combination of fiendish blood laced with magic and Haarlep’s thick cock buried in her cunt was an experience she would never forget. The icing on the cake was the knowledge that Raphael would be experiencing every sinful thrust and touch through phantom sensations miles away.

For once, Tav felt powerful.

Haarlep gripped her to them. Arms tightening like bands of steal around her form, sharp devilish teeth nipping at her neck as they started a slow leisurely pace while she fed.  They bid their time; taking the care to build her up in preparation for when their master would come storming through the doors.

Raphael choked on his wine.

His fingers gripped the stem of the expensive gold goblet tightly. Golden eyes closed to hide his look of surprise from his host.

He could feel his little drow’s cunt flutter around his cock; had felt the cold pinch of fangs piercing his flesh soothed by the heady roll of arousal that followed a vampiric bite.

The muscles along Raphael’s jaw flexed. He would have to take a firm hand to both his pets when he got home.

Haarlep knew what his errands entailed today; been given an explicit set of rules to follow should anything change.

A wicked excitement coursed through him.

His little mouse had come out of her hibernation. He was only passingly concerned that by sharing her with Haarlep so soon, they had done further damage.

He should have realized when she easily caved to the contract he drew up. The agreement was, after all, entirely in his favor; the poor thing.

At the time, he was too overcome with a heady sense of triumph, knowing that he finally held the little hero trapped in his claws.

It had been centuries since he took another to his bed.

The exoticism and thrill lit his lust aflame only to be squandered by wrath when Haarlep noticed the extent of the damage Astarion dealt to her before he had.

His little mouse had not even made a peep of discomfort or discontent – she let them have their wicked way with her until they had their fill for the moment.  

It was a slip in judgement that Raphael would not allow to happen again – and now that his little mouse was finally ready to play – He swallowed down the feral train of thought.

The clearing of a throat broke his reverie.

“Is the wine not to your liking?” The arrogant tone of his host chimed from across the cluttered table.

A wicked smirk played at the corner of Raphael’s lips.

He thrilled at the new turn his meeting had taken.

Raphael tipped his goblet in toast to the vampire across the table. Completely uncaring of the slanted glare Astarion shot in his direction. “I find your tastes to be quite…delicious, Astarion.”

WIP WEDNESDAY

thank you @tellmeallaboutit for tagging me. I am sharing three WIPs and I am tagging @haru-sen @dark-and-kawaii @aevallare

(no pressure as always)

These are suuuuuuuuper rough drafts as I am mostly bouncing between HM and Don't Wake Up atm.

(Raph/Haarlep, Raph/Haarlep/Tav, Astarion/Tav)

“There, there, little mouse.” Raphael rasped between sinful moans. His deep voice sleep ridden and endless. Haarlep mewled, her hand reaching behind to grip the muscle of Raphael’s thigh pressed against the back of her own. “Deeper – she loves it when you fuck her right –“ Tav’s back arched, her scream muffled by Astarion’s palm. Thighs trembled and her core clenched. She fought the phantom onslaught of Haarlep and Raphael’s coupling. A noisy exhale from her flared nostrils made the Ascendant Vampire behind her scoff. Astarion’s breath ruffled the wayward strand of hair along her temple. “Tsk tsk, pet.” His breath should have felt warm yet was cold as death. Even after he sacrificed all those souls. Seven thousand wasted un-lives for a botched ritual that failed to provide him the freedom he desired. Tav lips parted, her own pointed teeth grazed the fleshy palm pressed against her. Astarion jerked her back.

(Haarlep/Tav - Haarlep is wearing Astarion's skin)

“Oh, little love.” Astarion slipped his finger easily into her, the cold metal of his first ring pressed against her heated flesh. His fingertip curled up and dragged against her, forcing a cursed moan to rasp through her sneered lips. Astarion brought the glistening finger to his mouth and sucked the damning evidence off. Eyes closed to savor the taste of her. “If there is one thing I have dominion over, its desire.” He leaned over her; grip yanked her head back. “I know what makes you tick, precious thing.” The fingers of his free hand found her jaw and dug into her skin. “Your body betrays you, darling.” The mocked snarl of her pet name did not go unnoticed by Tav. He slanted his lips over hers, tongue shoved against the seam of her lips. Tav tried to snap her teeth at the intrusion; wanting to bite. Astarion’s lips curled, his forehead pressed against hers, furious with her continued rebellion. With a growl, Astarion ripped himself away. The fingers digging into her jaw tightened painfully, forcing her to open her mouth fully. Ethereal features contorted with his snarl. He leaned back, eyes ablaze and spat into her mouth. The palm of his hand quickly sealed over her lips. Her head secured by the fingers ripping at her hair, the hand muzzling her. “Swallow.”

(Haarlep/Tav)

“Your thieving will be the death of you.” Her new fiend flung her off their shoulders. Tav found herself bouncing on a plush mattress. Hues of red, gold and rich browns covered most surfaces. Aged stone was polished and intricately detailed; lavish. The sound of trickling, like a small fountain, played in the room. The hint of added humidity made the struggle of breath less taxing. The decrepit crypt air was replaced with the layered aroma of luxurious oils and fresh linen – a hidden trace of sex and incense. Her fiend’s eyes snapped to the small squeak that resonated from the opposite end of the room. They glared, snatching a pouch from thin air and chucking it in the direction of the sound. ‘Relax.’ The soft embrace of a voice whispered in her mind. Tav flopped backwards, head tilted back as her delayed reflexes tried to track its path. Lazily pushing her head into the soft bedding and arching her neck to look at the source of the squeak. Secretly relishing the feel of extravagance cushioning her. Her raw awareness picked up every brush of silk and velvet against her skin with each tiny movement. The toxins lulling her into a simmering druggy state of euphoria. A small scantily clad maid caught the sack. The sound of coin sliding against coin jingled through the suite. “I just fixed those!“ She complained, face twisting with irritation, Eyes flicking from the fiend to Tav. Then her spine snapped straight, the pretty hue of her skin turning pale. “M-master R-Raphael will be – “ The stuttered words stopped, eyes wide, hands taking in the weight of the coins. The girl’s jump from one extreme to the other hurt Tav’s head – but she recognized the pensive look. Understood, even with her venom induced fog, the value of coin in the heavy sack. “Raphael is in meetings all day.” Her fiend snapped. “Our deal remains unchanged. Half to your mistress. No disturbances. Not a word.”

Bruh

midnight snack 🩸

*hurls audio files into your enclosure*