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littlelesbinonny · 10 months

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The Devil’s Den

Chapter 1: In Which The Devil Makes Her Choice

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu is head of an underground vampire coven.

And you fall, literally, into the middle of it.

Will the devils that reside there consume you?

Or does the Lady of the house have different plans?

You can read this also on Ao3 at:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

Another night.

Another sacrifice.

Another bloodied mess splattered on the dance floor.

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu sat high upon her throne in the dark depths of the nightclub, overlooking the myriad of vampires with muted indifference from her perch.

They were wasteful.

Tiring.

Her nerves wearing progressively thin.

The dim ember at the end of her cigarette billowed into bright orange as she took a drag through the long black onyx cabriole. Her icy slate eyes glimmered, reflecting the flicker of amber light under the large brim of her hat, her breath mimicking a rather bored dragon as the steady stream of smoke tumbled out between her gently parted crimson lips. The remaining smoke curled and puffed from her nostrils. She took a deep steady breath, tilting her head and twisting her neck gently to relieve the stagnation stored within her muscles.

Alcina relaxed into her throne, ignoring the beat and thrum and complete cacophony of sound these vampires called music.

Eventually the trap door in the ceiling burst open and in dropped another human body, scattering the dancing vampires. Alcina paid very little mind as her three daughters followed through the trap door not seconds after. Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela circled the discombobulated human briefly before turning sharply on their heels, rushing to the back of the room and climbing the marble steps to join their mother. The Lady greeted each of them with a peck on the cheek, a smile, and a soft caress to their pale cheeks. The three gathered around their mother, like lionesses guarding their pride leader, as the onslaught of bloodshed was about to begin.

The mass of vampires began to circle. Alcina took another long drag, crossed her legs and took a whiff of the air.

The scent of this human was strong, tickling her senses in a coaxing way, the pheromones brushing across her skin and sinking into her spine while her mouth began to water. She felt a pang of lust to taste this girl's flesh and blood. Her wild eyes peeled through the mob of vultures swirling around the girl, the grey of her eyes that was once soft and bold now aglow with a yellow as stark as the purest gold, carnal, and primal as her nostrils flared with her hunger.

The noise and reverb from the heavy bass and terrible screeching and scratching of whatever club music this was had your head thumping in tandem with the beat. Flashing red, white, and purple lights were making you nauseatingly dizzy, and if that weren't enough, the pale and sunken faces of far too many people rushing around you nearly made you topple back over onto the shiny black floor.

This felt like mosh pit hell.

You; just little you, alone, unbalanced, becoming very unnerved in the middle of this.

With your hand over your chest, you blinked your vision as clear as you could amid the assault from the lights, knees arguing with the cold floor beneath you as you swallowed with a tight dry throat.

These people didn't look like people. They were pale, grey in skin tone even, cheeks sunken in, chiseled cheek bones, pointy chins. All of them tall and sickly thin. Their clothing, from what you could make out, was quite clearly gothic. Black. Lace. Leather. Chains. Some outfits accented with a splash of blood red, emerald green, or deep purple. If they weren't bizarre enough the music seemed to dictate their every move; each beat and shift in pulse gave them new direction, rigid dancing to compliment the shrillness.

But all eyes were on you; all glowing, and dark, deep-set eyes, on you.

You remember very little. How'd you get here? Where had you been?

It didn't matter.

Your heart began beating faster as the seconds progressed. As if they could smell you coming into your own senses, the handful of dancers closest to you in the spinning ring converged at you. All you could comprehend at that moment was the tugging, ripping, and tearing of your clothes. You couldn't even decipher your screams amongst the chaos. It was happening too fast, or they were simply too fast, one movement of yours seemed to be equal to five of theirs.

Suddenly there was a loud crack that echoed and everything ceased. A muffled silence settled in. The hundred bodies around you parted like the Red Sea. Barely able to catch your breath, shaking, and swallowing your heart back into your chest, your eyes darted down the empty path now lined with these freaks.

There at the end of the long row stood a figure.

A tall figure.

The only one dressed in white.

You blinked again and again as the image grew clearer; a woman. Strikingly beautiful. Terrifyingly breathtaking.

You froze on your knees, arms and hands vainly gripping tightly to your shredded clothes to keep them falling from your body.

Alcina rose, handed her cabriole to Bela, and descended the steps gracefully before standing unmoved at the outskirts of the commotion. Time slowed as she felt the girl out through the crowd. Inhaling her fear and confusion, the sensual scent coated her black veins with insatiable need. With a swift motion she cracked her heel down onto the dance floor, piercing the chaos like thunder and dispersing everyone within seconds.

The golden glow of her eyes beamed as the vampires parted for her to see the prey that lay helpless on the floor.

The side of her mouth tugged upwards into a smirk as she began to take long, slow, strides to the young woman before her.

Oh, she is a beautiful little thing.

Alcina towered above her, noticing her wild eyes didn't break away from hers for a moment. Most could barely look upon her at all. But there was no fight in her eyes, no, it was curious, needful, pleading even.

Alcina bent gently at her waist, outstretching her arm and offering her hand.

Your breath had shallowed so much you weren't sure you were still breathing. You could move only your neck it seemed, only capable of keeping your vision set on her. Immobile under the gaze of this woman.

Barely registering what was taking place in your surroundings, when she offered you her hand it became very apparent how much taller she truly was than everyone around you. Even bent so slightly at her waist she still seemed to tower over all the others.

Again you swallowed. You pried a quivering hand away from your body to take hers.

Why?

You don't know.

She offered and you accepted. Like you had no control over her beckoning, you briefly considered if she commanded you do anything, you would obey, without a second thought.

Your heart rate increased tenfold as the leather of her glove met your flesh, her hold strong, firm, demanding, as she pulled you to your feet. The heat surging through you was about the only sensation you could feel outside her hand holding yours.

The shreds of your clothes you held up fell away and you thought no more about it. Your eyes were fixated in hers, stuck; she was an all-encompassing black hole and you were completely within her mercy.

She leaned in and instantly you could smell her perfume. Sandalwood, clove, and vanilla? It sent a wave of calm through you and you nearly felt your knees give. Her eyes bore through you in the closeness. So fierce. And gentle. Her skin, so fair, she could have nearly appeared to be fragile; was she made of the finest alabaster? Carved from the marble of the greatest sculptors to live and breathe? The raven black of her hair appeared so glossy, so touchable and soft. If your arms could have moved you were sure you'd reach out to stroke the curled locks tucked behind her ear. Her beauty was overpowering.

You watched silently as this woman began to remove a glove. Her long slender fingers were elegant and captivating as they moved towards your throat, one single digit tracing along your neck and down, it settled softly above your exposed sternum. Her skin was cool against yours. It sent shivers through your bones.

You opened your mouth to speak; what words you could have spoken didn't matter because none came.

She smiled.

It broke you.

Sucked the remaining air from your poor little lungs and your knees did buckle.

And she caught you.

A slow rumble of Alcina's chuckle permeated the tight sultry air. You were beautiful and she was drinking you in with pleasure. Such a fair young woman, what a pity to waste you on these vampires.

She felt the inevitable quake in your stature and happily collected your body as you collapsed under her gaze. Pulling you to her chest her large hand spread over the middle of your back, the other gently stroking the back of your head and down your hair. Your scent coursed through her with utter intoxication, her own heart thrummed eagerly as her fangs began to elongate, sucking your fragrance in through her gently parted mouth and she buried her face in the crook of your neck. Oh, how she wanted your blood.

And she would take it.

With as much restraint as she could manage Alcina gripped the back of your neck and leaned you back on her strong arm, keeping you at a 60 degree angle, dangerous gold eyes scouring every inch of you. You, who was nothing but a limp doll in her hold. Another smile took her lips while she indulged her fingertips as they again stroked the hot column of your throat, down your chest, between your breasts, snaking to your side where it perched, grabbing at your prickled flesh, eagerly eating you up with her palm.

There was nothing you could do in this moment; she was in charge and you happily submitted. You may as well be looking death in the face, through your lazily parted eyelids, and you felt nothing of which you assumed you should. No fear. No terror. No hesitation.

Your palms were rested ever so gently on this woman's buxom chest, watching her as she watched you, not a thought in your mind as she wandered over you with those golden moons, now eclipsed as her obsidian pupils had blown so wide. Her touch was thoughtful. Haughty. And you let her do as she pleased.

Those crimson lips parted a little wider, the edges lifting in a broader smile and there you noticed the pearl white fangs. Another shudder erupted within you. As she began to rise you felt the palm on your side slip underneath your thigh, hooking your leg over her hip as she continued to stare down at you. The brim of her hat shielded your eyes from the piercing lights from the club, all you could see were her stunning features in the shadow, every line and curve accentuated further.

She pulled you closer, her breath ghosting over your lips, hers were not so far and if you had had any control you would have leaned forward to close the space.

Alcina sensed your need, grazing her mouth so lightly over yours only a brush of red collected on your lips. Another chuckle rumbled through her chest and into you. Teeth began to ache and soon the need and insatiable hunger was too much. Alcina's eyes flashed brighter. One last look over your lovely face and her mouth descended to your neck.

The pain was wholly piercing at first, you know a moan thrashed from your throat, it was complimented by her own; the vibration of it rattled through your neck and chest. You clenched your eyes and your fingers gripped tightly to the woman's dress, mouth parted as you tried to breath through the pain. You could feel the pulse in your veins become swollen, aching, until a coolness eventually soothed through it. Her tongue and mouth were hot on your cooling flesh, whatever ounce of strength you had slipping away.

Your grip loosened.

Your breaths shallowed.

Your eyes closed.

All you could feel was the warmth from her body, her strong arms holding you firmly. Her perfume continued to draw you into her, calm you, pulling from you a seamless surrender.

Alcina relinquished her bite, leaned her head back and gasped down several lustful gulps of air, the fire of life brimming beneath her skin collecting a groan of pure satisfaction as she held you.

Oh, how I shall make you mine.

With several more breaths she collected herself and carefully peered back to you. A sleeping beauty in her grasp.

The glow of gold in her eyes faded back to icy slate. With reverence she pulled you to her once more, listening intently to the quiet, gentle beating of your heart.

Placing her lips next to your ear she whispered; "Mine."

Scooping the rest of you up in her arms, ignoring the gawking around her, she turned on her heels and sauntered back to her throne.

#the devil's den #alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu/reader #alcina dimitrescu/female reader #alcina dimitrescu/original female character #slow burn #vampire au #interview with the vampire meets underworld #lesbian #wlw #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #blood #f/f #fic #fanfic

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yahoo201027 · 11 months

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Day in Fandom History: June 13…

A shattered Team Squad is left reeling as Gary and Avocato head out to Invictus' inner sanctum to rescue Little Cato from Ash and Invictus while the rest of the crew power up the Hyper-Transdimensional Bridge once again. The Season 3 Finale and the Series Finale (for now until the graphic novel next year), “The Devil’s Den”, premiered on this day, 2 Years Ago.

#Day in Fandom History #2 Years Ago #Final Space #Season 3 #Episode 13 #The Devil's Den #Cartoon #Animation

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griseldagimpel · 2 years

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dduana's advice to would-be writers got me thinking about what the theme of each of my novels is.

The Tyrant, the Fairy, and the Au Pair is about who gets to be a hero. That's the thread that runs through the story.

The Devil's Den, which is still being edited, is about the anxieties of the pandemic and everything surrounding it.

And The Cabin on Deer Creek Lake, the Diana Wynne Jones homage novel I'm writing, is about how adults fail and hurt children.

#Writing #The tyrant The fairy and the au pair #The Devil's Den #The Cabin on Deer Creek Lake

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sandythereadingcafe · 15 days

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#books #deals #The Devil's Den #Penny Dee

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dead-n-cide · 1 month

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TODAY'S ANTHEM #488

#spotify #todaysanthem #music #music therapy #the devil's den #skrillex

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egophiliac · 3 months

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MOMO!!!!!!!!!!

#art #ride kamens #SANJOU!!!!!!!#not even den-o just momo #which is both 1) hilarious and 2) the state of den-o since 2010 or so let's be real #(rip ryoutarou you were a very good boy)#anyway i had to drop everything to draw araki immediately #IT'S STARTING GUYS THE HYPE IS REAL #okay. so like...he's just straight-up momo and not sword form or anything so WHAT are the RULES here #i-is sexy anime ika devil actually a possibility or

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sstan-hoe · 1 year

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒔 𝑫𝒆𝒏

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 — all you wanted was to go on vacation but your car didn't have the same idea. Almost breaking down in the middle of nowhere you luckily made it to a house with lights. A handsome stranger and his friends offer to help you. They're devilishly handsome…or almost demon like? Something about them entrances you.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 — fem!reader × incubus!andy barber/bucky barnes/steve kemp/steve rogers/nick fowler/ari levinson/ransom drysdale/lloyd hansen

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — SMUT, Minors dni, violence -> more specific things in the fic

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 — reblog and comment | depending on how good the series is coming on I will continue or stop

I do have a taglist however it has conditions that must be followed — you can follow @sstanhoe-updates for updated without anything

-> you can send in blurb/drabble requests or/and asks regarding the series!

♫︎ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝗂. 𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖡𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖣𝗈𝗐𝗇

𝗂𝗂. 𝖨 𝖬𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖡𝖾 𝖣𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝗂𝗂𝗂. 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖱𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖢𝗈𝗈𝗅

𝗂𝗏. 𝖢𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝖡𝖾𝖺𝗋

𝗏. 𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖢𝗈𝗈𝗄

𝗏𝗂. 𝖢𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖶𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁

𝗏𝗂𝗂. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖢𝖺𝗇 𝖦𝖾𝗍 𝖠 𝖣𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾

𝗏𝗂𝗂𝗂. 𝖳𝗈𝗈 𝖬𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖬𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒 𝖡𝗈𝗒

𝗂𝗑. 𝖠 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖳𝗈 𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄

𝗑. 𝖦𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖡𝗈𝗒?

𝗑𝗂. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖯𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖧𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽

𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑 | 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐏𝐀𝐃

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒/𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘 — linked to tags

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𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌/𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇

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rolanpilled · 5 months

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Would you happen to have any references for the Devil's Den in Sharess' Caress? If not, would you happen to know where I might be able to find one?

Hello! I've taken these for you, let me know if you'd like a closer view of anything.

Two beds - one in the main room, a smaller one by the pool

Incense and alcohol by the bath

Statue of woman(?) by front door

Bedrooms have paintings on walls of grapes and dancing women

"Invasion plans for Baldurs Gate" and some board game pieces on the desk in his bedroom

Mirror by the side door in bedroom

Wardrobes are filled with fancy clothing and wine

Book on his nightstand is "Supplication Scrapbook", the one below his mirror is "Devil Don't Rhyme - A Verse Epic" (in order below). He also has orders for "White Pawn", "White Knight", and "White Bishop", who are respected people in Baldur's Gate that he appears to be blackmailing with contracts

#devil's den #raphael #raphael bg3 #bg3 raphael #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #sharess caress #references #bg3 spoilers

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"It was an insult to be ignored for so long!" Haarlep has so much cat energy. I can honestly picture them pushing (breakable) stuff off tables in retaliation for being ignored for too long while also making eye contact with Raphael the entire time.

"... and the infernal quill snapped." WHY IS THAT SO HOT?!?!?

"What was to happen if Raphael’s confrontation included an equally flustered, moaning, orgasming little mouse!" Now I really want to read a follow up piece following Raphael's perspective as he is torn between raging lust and just rage when he finds the little mouse desperate and moaning (maybe she even entreats Raphael for help idk - then Haarlep could be all, 'See? Don't say I never do anything for you, brat.').

[PART I] It was because of Korrilla’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 of Rivington, and Raphael walked into it as if he owned the land and each little makeshift tent that was built upon it.

The vampire 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,” Mizora'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 spawn; of them all, he had established a rapport with Astarion - established trust.

“She’s in her tent,” Astarion replied, staring at him sideways. “Said she wasn’t feeling well…”

“And which hovel is hers?”

Astarion 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?” Mizora’s pet asked.

It was then that a stifled cry sounded out from elsewhere in the camp, and Raphael glanced at the vampire spawn with rage prickling under his skin.

“She’s ill, you say?” he inquired, knowing full well what ailed their leader. Then, to Mizora'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 her other hand slid 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! I-” Her concession was interrupted when she bit her lip and choked down a moan. He could discern subtle movement underneath the blanket as her eyelids fluttered closed. “I was there… I wanted, ah - 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, mm, would be rude of me,” 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, unarguably, 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 closed. “And 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. “Mm, well, I wouldn’t have - ah! Played around with Haarlep 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 mouse 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 - enraptured by the sight before him; his little mouse 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…

“Mm, 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 mouse bit back another cry as her slick fingers moved to 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.

“Do 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 Karsus 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?

“Haarlep’s been teasing me for awhile,” his mouse 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 of 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 hovel?” he asked sarcastically. “I’m sure it’s been a fantasy of your party's; to eat while hearing the bliss-filled, melodic sound of their leader coming 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.

#off to the devil's den #yes there will be a part three #raphael x tav #raphael bg3 #bg3 #raphael x tav fanfiction #baldur’s gate 3 #answered #drabble

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littlelesbinonny · 10 months

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The Devil’s Den

Chapter 6: In Which Lines Are Crossed, And Some Broken

::This chapter contains some violence, it's not explicit, but it's there so read at your own discretion::

You can read this also on Ao3 at:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

An entire week had passed and Alcina had not sought you out again.

That was an internal battle for the books.

She was growing more and more agitated as the days crept by like glacial molasses. Doing everything possible in her control to be more in the present with her daughters and unfortunate vampire business, and yet she still couldn't shake you. Guzzling blood wine wasn't doing her any favors and even Bela, a heavy drinker herself, mentioned off-handedly how quickly their wine cellar was becoming depleted.

Alcina made mental note to write her company director in Romania to put together a double shipment next week.

She didn't know how much longer she could do this; staying away from you, not knowing what you were doing every night, if you were alright. Distance was clearly making the heart grow fonder which is exactly the opposite of what she had wanted. She hardly knew you. Had been within close proximity of you twice, but it was surely enough to entice her this heavily. Unfortunately she would just have to bite the bullet for now.

The council was coming up and her time would soon be bombarded with whatever tomfoolery was reported by the clans.

What bullshit.

It was going to be a long, long week indeed.

Alcina would rather be fighting the lycans, rogue vampires, or dragons and ogres or any other creature in mythology than doing what she was right now.

She hated these council meetings. No, loathed would be the better word.

It was always the same complaints and reports. Nothing ever changed. Nothing ever changes with these vampires.

Alcina wasn't even trying to hide the pinching of the bridge of her nose under the brim of her large hat, nor her displeased huffs as they bickered and drawled this all on far longer than ever needed to be.

The large stone table that was built into the ground seated 11 for the council; 5 on each side and Alcina, the leader, at the head of the table. To her right was her most trusted confidant; Donna Beneviento. Mother Miranda had gifted her to her council around the same time she and Karl Heisenberg, the lycan thorn in her side, had ended the war and began their newfound peace between the clans. Mother Miranda had detested the peace treaty and had more or less sent Donna to be her informant than anything else, but Donna found her loyalties quickly being replaced to Alcina. She played the game well enough and things continued seamlessly.

Donna was the only vampire Alcina trusted, and her only friend. Her wisdom, powers, and insights were irreplaceable.

Seated next to Donna was her sister, Angie, who was easily the most chaotic vampire anyone had ever met. Alcina often wondered what Angie was like as a human, all at the same time grateful she hadn't endured that headache. But she was deadly, quite useful and smart, just like her sister.

Aside her was Salvatore Moreau; another council member appointed by Mother Miranda. Alcina cared very little for him as well, finding him to be slimy and sneaky, but she put up with him. He rarely spoke and when he did he was mousey and always unsure of himself. She wasn't sure there was a statement, question, or conversation he could make that didn't involve the mention of Mother Miranda. He was easily her most loyal child. It nauseated her.

Two lycans sat beside Salvatore; Vincent Madge, and Brutus Olivore. On the other side of the table were the vampires; Charles Gagnon, the newest addition to the council, Clarice Preston and Georg Fischer. Beside them was the last of the lycan appointees; Mitch Vonn and Karl Heisenberg, next to Alcina.

It was always a circus in this room.

At the mention of a fledgling refusing to learn restraint when it came to drinking from and killing humans, she finally tilted her head up to insert herself into the meeting. As was her job.

"If Victoria can't keep her little... man-thing on his leash, nice and tight, the consequences as set by this council will ensue and I will not repeat myself again. This is her final warning, do I make myself clear?" she uttered with sharp enunciation, eyeing every member, "I'll kill him myself. I'm exhausted by this repetitive nonsense. Everyone knows the laws. Abide by them, yes?"

"Does that also go for you, Lady Dimitrescu?" Charles piped up with a sly smile, "With the human pet on the side and all?"

The electricity in the room was palpable. The crackle in the utter silence wasn't pierced by even the slightest breath.

Not only could you hear the proverbial pin drop, you could hear the tip snap upon impact.

Everyone sat still as moss-growing stones, only their eyes dared move to look at the matriarch.

Alcina's own erupted with golden lava, the color quickly pushed to the rims by her dilated pupils of abyss black.

No one saw her move.

But suddenly the smashing of a skull on the stone table rang out through the room.

Charles wasn't able to make a sound as Alcina slammed his face into the table two more times before grabbing his neck with her free hand, and ripped his head from it in one swift tug.

Blood oozed from his limp body in the chair.

Alcina, face scrunched into a scowl that would turn the heartiest to stone, glared down at it. Charles' head remained secured in her hand by his hair, the tip tap of the blood dripping onto the floor echoing in the silent room like a leaking faucet.

Moving extremely slow, for her at least with her long legs, she returned to the head of the table, not taking her seat.

"I'm going to say this very carefully" she began, her voice low and smooth, "Donna... you may translate."

She tossed Charles's head on the table, the thunk jolting everyone as it plunked and rolled a little down the line, leaving a trail on blood behind it.

"Nu iau cu ușurință amenințările."

"I don't take lightly to threats."

"Nu iau ușor insinuarea."

"I don't take lightly to insinuation."

"Și nu iau ușor să fiu provocat în propriul meu consiliu."

"And I don't take lightly to being challenged in my own council."

"Dacă aveți nelămuriri, exprimați-le."

"If you have concerns, voice them."

"Dar dacă veți simți vreodată nevoia să mă huliți în fața acestui consiliu sau în fața oricui, aceasta va fi respingerea mea. Dacă simți nevoia să mă provoci, sper că ești la înălțime cu răspunsul meu."

"But if you ever feel the need to blaspheme me in front of this council, or to anyone, this will be my rebuttal. If you feel the need to challenge me, I hope you are up to the task of my response."

"Sunteți cu toții concediați."

"You are all dismissed."

Alcina straightened her spine, ran a hand over the front of her white dress, and left. The only sound that could be heard was the clicking of her heels on the wood floor, fading as everyone breathed again.

"Well damn!" Angie blurted, "I've always liked her, and everything she does just makes me like her more and more. What a fucking moron," she cackled looking at Charles' head.

Karl eyed Donna who was already up and out of her chair, following the matriarch through the huge towering double doors, "Well I think this concludes exhibit A on how NOT to push the supersized succubus's buttons."

"Hah! Succubus implies she'd fuck a man, Heisenberg!"

"Do you both have a death wish? She can easily hear both of you!" Mitch growled at Karl and Angie, "let's just get out of here in one piece."

Donna found Alcina in the main hall common room already filling a glass of blood wine and lighting a cigarette.

She was the only one ever brave enough to approach the matriarch when something went awry. And, truly, anyone else would have likely gotten slashed, but never Donna.

"Alcina..." her voice began soft and careful, "with all due respect, have you lost your mind?"

There was a pause as she puffed on her cabriole, a mindful tapping of her finger on her arm that was crossed under her chest while she studied the tapestry above the fireplace, "My temper got away from me," was all she offered, her face completely baren of any emotion at all.

Donna just stared at her.

"I... I don't mean to misstep - "

"Then don't, dear."

There was really nothing that could be done now, and Donna knew there wasn't much to say at this point. But, Alcina had always been reactive; it made her the cunning, unpredictable, and unchallenged ruler she was. Even if it meant never knowing what might come next, she was undeniably effective.

"Do you think, perhaps, next time you could at least try to refrain from beheading a council member? It's things like this that bring Mother Miranda's attention back to you, which I know you wish to avoid at all costs... I'm just trying to help you keep it that way."

It wasn't the strongest eyeroll Alcina had ever given her, but it was pungent.

Alcina side-eyed her, another long drag of smoke escaping her lips, "The road to hell is paved with good intentions, isn't that what they say?" flicking her ash into the fireplace Alcina reached for her glass and took a thoughtful sip. Donna really was the only one who could speak to her this way and not receive a harsh reaction. She knew Donna only ever had her best interests at heart.

"I promise nothing. And there are some lines that are not crossed. Charles skipped happily, and intentionally, over said lines today. I will tolerate that from no one."

Donna studied her friend carefully, she could sense the restlessness under the surface of her well put together facade. Council meetings were never her favorite, but this was different. She knew this involved the human. The two of them hadn't spoken yet about what was happening, but her daughters had come to her with the situation. If not now more than ever, Alcina needed her in her corner to help protect her from whatever it was going on. But did she dare bring it up right now?

No. Definitely not.

"I will speak with Mother Miranda and smooth things over. I know Salvatore will be running to her like the tattle tale he is, so heading him off at the pass might be best," she uttered, already annoyed at the sniveling man, "in the meantime, my door, as you know, is always open... use it, hm?"

Alcina graced her with full consideration now, giving her a nod and gentle crooked smile, "I shall, and thank you."

Downing the rest of her wine and clanking the goblet down hard on the fireplace mantle, she smacked her lips and hummed, "And on the subject of doors, I think I shall excuse myself for the rest of the evening. I think it would be best for all."

Donna watched her saunter off and sighed deeply. Alcina would do what Alcina was going to do, that was the whole of it. She would do everything in her power to save her from whatever she could, including herself, if at all possible.

Alcina dressed down in her usual black ensemble and quietly made her exit from the underground. Emerging from her favorite spot in Central Park, where you loved to linger no less. She stepped out into the night and planted her feet several paces from the entryway masqueraded as a utility storage.

"Aha! There you are... wondered when you'd be back."

Alcina's brows furrowed in confusion and her head slowly made a turn to where the voice had come.

There was a familiar homeless man she'd seen here many times over nestled at the base of a tree, legs flopped over each other, and a bottle of who knows what in his hand. She cocked a perfect brow.

"Yeah yeah, I know what you are, and that girl has been comin' here every night for four nights in a row, well, since yest - was it yesterday... Look, she's been here lookin' for you."

She blinked. What?

"You ain't gotta say nothin'," he slurred, "but yeah, I seen you, I seen you a lot, and I saw it, the two of you - I see stuff, I see a lot of stuff - and you're hard to fuckin' forget, lady... but maybe you should go find her... or maybe you should stop breakin' her heart."

Alcina was stumped by the entirety of this interaction.

He seemed to be happy with what he had to say, took another guzzle and leaned his head back against the bark and closed his eyes.

She shoved her hands into her jacket pockets and set off without a word.

Or maybe you should stop breaking her heart.

That stung.

You.

It's all she nearly thought about anymore.

#alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu/reader #alcina dimitrescu/female reader #alcina dimitrescu/original female character #donna beneviento #karl heisenberg #salvatore moreau #lesbian #wlw #f/f #fanfic #fic #slow burn #violence #blood #the devil's den #angie beneviento

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yahoo201027 · 2 years

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Day in Fandom History: June 13…

A shattered Team Squad is left reeling as Gary and Avocato head out to Invictus' inner sanctum to rescue Little Cato from Ash and Invictus while the rest of the crew power up the Hyper-Transdimensional Bridge once again. The Season 3 Finale and the Series Finale, “The Devil’s Den”, premiered on this day, A Year Ago.

#Day in Fandom History #1 Year Ago #Final Space #Season 3 #Episode 13 #The Devil's Den #Cartoon #Animation

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griseldagimpel · 9 months

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Happy Blorbo Blursday! Which one of your characters would benefit from modern medication the most? If your characters are modern, what medication would help them that they're not on?

All my novels currently have a modern (or modern-ish) setting, but Stacey, the protagonist of still-in-editing The Devil's Den, would benefit from anti-depressants. But the story is set during the first year of the Covid Crisis, and she lost her job due to Covid when the theatre production she was part of was suspended indefinitely, and no job means no health care.

I swear, the whole book isn't a bummer, but I did write it to cope with Covid-related anxieties. Stacey is having a shitty year, and THEN she is kidnapped by a shady corporation which uses her for an unethical experiment involving a brain-controlling slug.

Except the brain slug ALSO has depression.

#original fiction #The Devil's Den #Covid #covid 19 pandemic

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sandythereadingcafe · 1 year

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REVIEW TOUR

THE DEVIL’S DEN (De Kysa Mafia 1) by Penny Dee at The Reading Cafe:

‘The fast paced premise is dark, gritty and dramatic- the world building is detailed‘

http://www.thereadingcafe.com/the-devils-den-de-kysa-mafia-1-by-penny-dee-review-tour/

#books #review #book tours #The Devil's Den #De Kysa Mafia #Penny Dee #The reading Cafe

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aletterinthenameofsanity · 1 month

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Merthur fic/playlist!

So when I finally got back into fic writing back in early October (can't believe it's been that long!) I started out with this four-part Merthur fic (it's one continuous AU where each of the four parts tackles an event that should have happened: in order, a love confession, a magic reveal, a reconciliation with Morgana, and taking down Uther). It's deliciously angsty and tender and the playlist greatly reflects that.

Excerpt:

Arthur's gaze is unnerving. It is wretched. It is impossibly close as Arthur leans in and their lips connect, a salty communion, a bitter goodbye, the sweetest of surprises, the sourest of reminders.

Arthur's kiss digs. It burrows beneath Merlin's skin and into his heart and shoves its roots in and he gasps into it, knowing that he will never be able to hold onto it.

Arthur goes to pull up, to pull away, and Merlin's hand shoots out instinctively, without thought, to grab the back of his neck and pull him back.

Merlin is a weak, craven creature, he knows. He is owed nothing save the other side of his coin. His destiny says nothing about love. It says pretty much the opposite, in fact, condemns him to be a lonely shadow to the greatest King to ever walk Albion's stones.

He should let go. He should let Arthur have his future with Gwen, his Kingship without nasty ties to sorcerous servant men who have three strikes against them in terms of love.

But even as his fingers slacken, Arthur's grab his and hold tight, tugging him close, holding him closer.

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1-800-GRANDLINEBLING ♥ Call Me On My Shell Phone

To celebrate 1K+ followers, I opened up phone lines to the crews! Part 2 of 3 ~ X reader with Robin, Law, Shachi, and Zoro for @yamat0 @lady-of-endless @fandomsallthetime94 @zoros-sheath Part 1 | Part 3

You are now being connected to...

Purururu purururu puru—

Robin: Hello my dear, it's so good to hear your voice. The days are long but not as long as the time I've spent away from you. We'll be reaching land very soon and I would like to take you away for some quality girl time. I just know that you'll love what I have planned for you - we're so alike how can I not know your heart's desires? See you soon, sweetie!

You intended to meet Robin at the dockyard to pick her up, but the weather decided to turn before you could step foot outside your house. Unsure of how to meet up, you were pleasantly surprised when a knock on your front door revealed your girlfriend standing under an umbrella big enough for two. Her presence in itself was a present.

The sky itself seemed to shift in mood as the dreary clouds slowly shifted away to reveal a partially clouded sky and a slight rainbow over the bridge in your neighborhood.

"My my, I shouldn't be surprised that the weather would clear up for my beautiful partner," Robin cooed with a wink that made you weak in the knees.

She reached out to hold your hand, bringing it to her lips where she pressed a soft kiss to the back of your palm.

"Let's change into something more comfortable so you can properly enjoy the date I'm going to take you on."

Law: Hey, how have you been? Have you been keeping up with the research papers I've been sending you? Good, I wanted to talk to you about the results of one test for PTSD that I wanted to explore more in depth. That said, we'll be on dry land in a day or two - will you be free to meet up? Tch, just because we're dating doesn't mean I shouldn't ask and check in to make sure that's all right! Well good! I'll see you soon - don't forget to keep up with your training, I've been practicing too.

“With the woman in my arms who was supposed to be my enemy, I closed my eyes and let the darkness engulf me.” ― J.C. Böhme

Shachi: Hellllloooo my beloved! I'm sorry it's been 197,523,685 minutes since I've talked to you. Being in a submarine makes it hard to do long distance calls, I know you understand yet I can't help but feel bad about it. You know what will cheer us both up? If I visit you for a week or so...YEAH? I'm glad to hear that excites you - I'll be making port in a few days so I'll be at your door with the spoopy goods. See you soon my love!!!!!

She was like a fire, and despite the danger that I could see, I ran straight toward it and plunged into the flames without a second thought. My mind tricked me into thinking that the dangerous heat was comforting and secure. I could feel the heat singe my skin. I was lost in its beauty and danger, completely consumed by the flames ― J.C. Böhme

Zoro: Woman, for the last time I AM NOT LO-- *horn blaring* *announcer mentions drop off at a port in the opposite end of your residence* TCH. I TOOK A DETOUR! For reasons! That I am not telling you until I see you! No I don't need to be picked up, how else can I uh-surprise you with my gift? You can't! SO! I'll see you in....a day. Fine, I'll share my location when I'm on my way so you don't have a stroke - sheesh. *grumbles affectionately* Yeah I love you too. See you soon.

You were actually surprised when Zoro knocked on your front door, on the exact day and around the same time he said he'd be at your home. In his hand, a bouquet of your favorite flowers - flowers you knew weren't quite in season and now it made sense he was in a different port. Unless of course, he was there by accident and used the flowers as an excuse. Nope, not gonna dwell on that.

You invited him in for some lunch you carefully plated on the long wooden table in your dining room. He spent time telling you about his adventures, the loot he gathered, and the things he came across he thought you might enjoy. As the sun set behind your bay window, Zoro let out a yawn before bending down to pick up the orange cat nuzzling his leg.

"I'll be here for a while until the Captain decides to leave. Until then, how about you and I spend some quality time together? Starting tomorrow, we can go down to the spring lake and eat lunch, I can exercise and you can read and not ogle me like you pretend to," Zoro said with a smirk.

You playfully smacked his bicep, "I can ogle you anytime I want, HUSBAND."

#1-800-grandlinebling #call me on my shell phone event #follower milestone event #one piece fandom #swampstew events #straw hat pirates #heart pirates #trafalgar law #den den mushi customizations #nico robin #devil child nico robin #robin x reader #x reader #trafalgar law x reader #one piece shachi #roronoa zoro #pirate hunter zoro #roronoa zoro x reader

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