
Master of Deals, Devilish Charmer, and your *favorite* fiend. "Let's make a deal" is my love language. The Pearl of my heart ♥️ @wineandveins
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[My dearest friends and beloveds,
Some little misfortune befell my account not long ago, and I seem to have lost all my private messages save for a handful of rather ancient conversations. My interlocutors remain, of course, but the messages themselves have vanished without-
so much as a farewell.
I fear the Hells themselves may be more forthcoming than whatever force has spirited them away, and I may never recover them. But should any of you wish to resume our correspondence - or simply grace my inbox with your presence, particularly if I’ve-
I can hardly contain my anticipation at the thought of sating your hunger, my dearest consort.🌹
Replying to @rapharchduke666
@rapharchduke666 get ready, darling, because I’m hell as hungry for you ❤️
You’ve yet to lay a claw upon your quarry,and already you’re squabbling over the feast?Oh, my ravenous little menaces!Such magnificent appetites,such tragically inadequate hunting skills. Do try to capture your supper before you embarrass yourselves by quarreling over the cutlery
If that was intended as a jest, my dear, I fear it has fallen spectacularly short of its mark. The harness that pleases my fancy is already adorning you. Why, then, would I stoop to don it myself merely for the privilege of admiring my own perfect body within it?-
Not quite to my taste, Haarlep.
There is hardly any need to so ceremoniously claim that which has already been offered unto you upon a golden platter, my treasure, my exquisite beloved Pearl.🌹
Me, coming for your juicy devilish ass, my darling consort. 💋 @rapharchduke666
Oh, my treasure, do not tease the devil - you know I have a most vivid imagination. With you, my dear, I much prefer the gentlest of attentions. But if it is a leash about your neck and the firm grasp of my hand upon it that you desire, I shall gladly indulge your little whim.
If it is a little coolness you crave from time to time, why not spend the weekend in Cania, my love?
It seemed to me that you found our amorous adventures among the glaciers rather… exhilarating last time.
*Raphael held Astarion in his arms as though he were a sacred artefact he had spent his entire conscious life yearning to possess. Once, he might have touched the Crown in much the same way, back when power was all he wanted. But the wondrous creature sitting before him now,-
him even more: this unfamiliar hunger to grant every whim of that wondrous creature, without giving so much as a thought to any contracts, bargains, or the carefully maintained façade he usually relied upon in moments like this.
For once, Raphael simply wanted to give Astarion-






