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It’s been hard for you to fall asleep lately.
You’re used to being able to succumb to the lull of sleep easily, and you’ve never had problems with sleeping all the way through the night. However, recently, certain thoughts have been keeping you awake, thoughts of intense purple eyes and slender gloved hands, thoughts of a gentle, teasing voice that wraps around you and transports you somewhere safer. Whenever you close your eyes, your mind inevitably wanders to him, making you flush a bright red and wrap your sheets tighter around yourself lest you give way to your body’s temptation.
The last time you summoned him to your chambers, you begged him to stay the night. Some wine had been left out after one of the royal couple’s many dinner parties, somehow overlooked by the staff, and you drank it, thirsty for that feeling of rebellion so infrequently felt by a princess. You didn’t have very much, no more than a glass - but this was the night you discovered your alcohol tolerance is pathetically low.
You recall stumbling into him, pleading for him to stay. One of his arms wrapped around you, hand capturing the small of your back to prevent you from falling, and despite how hazy your mind was you knew you were flushed an embarrassing red.
“Your Highness… you’re drunk.” Rafayel gently tilted your chin up with his other hand so you could look into his concerned eyes. “How much of the wine did you drink?”
“Not- not much!” You let out a small giggle. You knew it was the alcohol that intoxicated you, but being this close to him was having the same effect. “Ah, Rafayel, you look so… I want you…”
Emboldened by the wine and unable to hear his pulse speed up over the pounding of your own heartbeat, you reached a hand up and traced his jawline with your thumb, stopping just shy of touching his lips. You observed how helpless his sharp features appeared, how soft his lips would feel if you just…
“Your Highness.” Rafayel took hold of the hand that was currently caressing his face and slowly lowered it. His voice was calm, a sharp contrast to the turbulent ocean in his chest.
“As much as I want-“ He drew in a sharp breath and averted his gaze, letting go of your hand. “Your Highness, I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret in the morning.”
Your face fell in a pout, and you grabbed hold of his hand once more. “Alright, but… can you please stay? Just for tonight?” You met his gaze, silently pleading with your eyes. “Please, Rafayel?”
His face softened. “Okay. I’ll stay with you tonight.” He led you slowly to your bed, then bent down and pressed a chaste kiss to the back of your hand. “I’ll rest on the sofa in the corner. I’ll stay with you until the sun rises, I promise.”
With a wave of his hand, he extinguished the candles around the room, blanketing your chambers in darkness.
“Good night, my princess.”
You awoke to one of your maids knocking at the door, with Rafayel nowhere in sight. The only evidence that he had been there was the slight indent in the pillows resting on your sofa.
That was three days ago, and your mind has replayed every event from that night perhaps hundreds of times at this point. Were you too bold? Did you deter him from ever visiting you ever again, by revealing how badly you… how much you want…
You want to know how his hands would feel against your bare skin, how his fingers would leave a trail of fire in their wake, burning you up wherever they touched. You fantasize about his lips on your neck, kissing you, marking you…
But you know, without a shadow of a doubt, that these fantasies are destined to remain fantasies. For you are the crown princess of Philos, with a heart that maintains the balance of the world. You were born for a lifetime of solitude and confinement, in a society that puts your heart before your humanity. The kind of passion you long for in the darkest hours of the night feels impossibly far away.
But when Rafayel looks at you, why does it feel ever so slightly more possible?
Of course, maybe it’s just your mind playing tricks on you.
You lay on your back on your bed, absentmindedly playing with the beaded curtains hanging around you. Orange and red light streams in through the expansive windows lining your chambers, but the sunset’s glory fades into the background when you notice the fishtail lamp on your bedside table begin to glow.
“Rafayel?” You bolt upright and lean towards the lamp, pulse quickening. It only ever glows when you summon him, and you haven’t called on him for the past three days. Confused, you lean forward and touch the lamp.
The moment your finger makes contact with it, the lamp starts glowing increasingly brighter, until it becomes so blinding you’re forced to cover your eyes with your hands. When it finally dims down and you remove your hands from your face, you’re greeted with a tired-looking Rafayel standing in front of you.
“Rafayel!” You scoot to the edge of the bed and reach out a hand to touch him, as if you can’t believe he’s actually here. “How- how did you-“
“Your Highness.” Rafayel steps forward and lifts your hand to kiss it softly. “Please forgive the sudden intrusion… I simply wanted to see you.”
Your eyes widen, a faint blush already coloring your cheeks. “Rafayel, did anything happen? Are your people okay?” You brush one of his cheeks with the back of your hand, noticing how weary his eyes appear. “You look tired.”
He meets your eyes, his gaze speaking a thousand words in a language you fail to comprehend. “It’s alright, Your Highness; as I said, I simply wanted to see-“
His voice cuts off in a low groan and his hands move to clutch at his side.
“Rafayel!” You are on your feet and by his side in an instant. “How badly are you hurt?” You scan the room rapidly, trying to remember where you stored your emergency medical supplies in case something like this ever happened. “I have supplies- let me help you.”
Rafayel attempts to smile in gratitude but winces instead. He lifts his hands, revealing a dark bloodstain soaking the side of his assassin’s outfit.
You inhale sharply, suppressing a wave of rage at whoever inflicted this on him. “Wait here, I’m going to get medical supplies. In the meantime, are you able to remove your top?”
With a nod, Rafayel sits down on the side of the bed and begins disrobing, casting his purple cloak to the side and beginning to undo the belts holding his outfit together. Before you have time to fully comprehend what you’re about to see, you hurry into the adjoining bathroom and begin throwing open cabinets in search of supplies. Finding what you were looking for, you rush back into the bedroom just to freeze in your tracks.
The first thing you notice is the cut on his left side, presumably a knife wound. It’s… not very big, though, nor is it very deep. Rafayel must have left it unattended to for a long time for the bloodstain to spread so far.
But the second thing you notice, and the third, and the fourth, and the fifth-
Rafayel is gorgeous.
These thoughts aren’t appropriate for a princess to have-
You should be focusing on the task at hand-
This isn’t-
Your mind is properly hazy when you finally regain the control over your body to walk towards him, placing the basket of supplies on the bed beside him with a lowered gaze.
“I’ll need to clean your wound first. It’s likely going to hurt quite a bit.” You keep your eyes firmly downcasted as you take some cotton pads and alcohol out of the basket.
Rafayel lets out a light chuckle, mirth sparkling in his eyes when you look up and meet his gaze. “Your Highness, you’re… really red.”
A flash of indignation sparks in you at these words. “It’s because I was in a rush to help you! Don’t make me remind you who your caretaker is in this moment.”
“Caretaker, hm?” Rafayel winces as you dab at his wound with alcohol.
“Mm.” Your hand brushes against his thigh briefly, and you hear Rafayel’s breath catch in his throat. “How did you get injured, anyway?”
“It’s a long story, something Your Highness shouldn’t concern herself with,” Rafayel sighs. “It’s safe to say that your people still aren’t exactly friendly towards Lemurians.”
Rafayel looks up again to smile at you, his beautiful eyes crinkling. “Besides Your Highness, of course. I remain eternally indebted to you.”
You flush and look away, focusing on applying ointment to his wound. “You repaid me years ago when you showed me what freedom feels like.” You cap the ointment off and retrieve cloth bandages from the basket. “Hands up for me, please.”
Rafayel lifts both hands in the air, and you begin bandaging his midsection, your face so close to his your breaths almost intertwine. You try to not pay attention to his defined chest, to how his arm muscles flex when he raises them, to how his heartbeat-
You pause your bandaging and gently place a hand over his heart. His pulse is pounding, somehow even more intensely than yours is.
You look up to meet his eyes, keeping your hand to his chest, only to find them trained on your lips.
Rafayel finally notices you looking at him and averts his eyes, ears flushing a vivid red.
“Rafayel?” You secure his bandages and move to sit down next to him, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “Are you alright?”
He takes in a shuddering breath, and you notice how his eyes are glazed over ever so slightly. “I’m sorry, my princess… it appears that this time I’m the one under the influence.”
You cup the side of his face with one hand, brushing your thumb across his cheek, and he is quick to grab hold of it and nuzzle his face into your palm, breathing in your scent.
“Rafayel? Are you- are you drunk?” You’re unable to smell any alcohol on his breath.
He presses a tender kiss to your palm, and you temporarily forget how to breathe. “My princess, you intoxicate me.”
His voice takes on a strange, husky tone. “That night three days ago, when you were drunk… do you still feel the same way about me when you are sober?” Those piercing violet eyes search yours, and you swear you can see a hint of pleading in them. “I held back that night, but now, I-“
Rafayel reaches towards you and gently tucks a stray lock of hair back behind your ear, his gaze reverent. “Would this divine princess accept this lowly Lemurian as hers?”
You feel yourself get lightheaded, your senses overtaken by sheer elation at the knowledge that Rafayel wants you.
“Rafayel…” You run a thumb across his bottom lip, parting his mouth slightly and eliciting a quiet gasp from him. He looks so gorgeous like this, his face flushed pink and his wavy purple hair disheveled.
You’re so close to him you can make out the small moles on his face, one dotting his cheek and another gracing the side of his nose. You’re overpowered with the sudden urge to kiss them.
“I feel the same way about you now, and I will feel this way in my next lifetime, and the lifetime after that.” Your voice is a soft murmur as you intertwine your fingers with Rafayel’s and bring his hand to your pounding chest. “This heart of mine may belong to the people, but it will forever beat only for you.”
Rafayel exhales shakily, his expression one of wonder as he takes you in. “My princess, you-”
His free hand goes to caress the back of your head, gently pulling your face closer until you can feel your breath intermingle with his. You watch his gaze flicker down to your lips, then back up to meet your eyes.
“May I?”
If only he knew that asking was pointless, if only he knew how tightly he has your mind and body wrapped around his finger.
You swallow and nod your head. Rafayel leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, no more than a light brush of his lips against yours, gone before you have time to kiss him back.
He pulls back again to look into your eyes, an unspoken question hanging in the space between the two of you. You open your mouth to tell him not to hesitate, but in the next second you’re wrapping your arms around Rafayel’s neck and tugging him back toward you with an urgency unlike anything you’ve felt before. In the brief moment between when your eyes lose contact and your lips meet you sense the last remnants of his willpower burn away.
He kisses you like your lips are as sweet as syrup and he hasn’t tasted sugar in years. His lips have a fervor to them, a wanton need, and with every heated, passionate kiss he seems no closer to being satiated. You feel his tongue gingerly touch your lips, as if asking for permission, and you part them slightly to grant him access, letting out a quiet gasp as he licks into your mouth.
Rafayel’s left hand continues caressing the back of your head while his right arm snakes around you to hold your waist, pressing you tightly against his body. His bare skin is hot against you, almost feverish, and it sets you alight with desire.
Your hands wander, tracing the lines of his jaw, then sliding down to explore his neck, his collarbone, his shoulders. Seemingly unable to keep still, you roam further down his chest, accidentally brushing one of his-
Rafayel whimpers into your mouth, body stiffening under your touch.
You gasp and break the kiss, panting for air. Your mind feels hazy, clouded with lust and how good his lips felt against yours as you lean back to look at his face.
Rafayel looks like a wreck.
He looks at you through dazed, half-lidded eyes, his pupils dilated larger than you’ve ever seen them. His lips are wet and reddened from kissing you, and a vivid flush spreads from the apples of his cheeks to his ears. His breathing is shallow and his lips are parted slightly as he drinks you in, completely intoxicated on your scent. He looks gorgeous. He looks like a god, and you want him to ruin you.
Rafayel’s voice is slightly raspy when he speaks, his low, teasing tone dragging a full-body shudder out of you. Your knees feel weak, your breath shaky. “My princess, do you have any idea what you do to me?”
He gently pushes you down onto your bed, propping you onto a tasseled pillow. Rafayel’s voice drops to a low murmur as he positions his body over yours, straddling your hips with his muscled thighs, and leans in until his lips are right next to your ear. "Do you know the power you have over me?" He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his voice now a barely perceptible whisper. “My princess, my body is yours, so use me however you wish… I am yours.”
Your mind blanks out completely, your senses overtaken by how divine it feels to be under him. His words feel like they’ve caught fire within you, lighting you up with a searing pleasure of the kind only Rafayel can make you feel.
“Rafayel… I want-“
Your voice cuts off in a breathy moan as Rafayel nips gently at your neck. “What do you want, my princess?” He runs his tongue lightly over the same spot on your neck, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure down your spine. “Your wish is my command.”
Your breath hitches in your throat, your face burning with embarrassment. You can’t possibly tell him what you want, what you want him to do to you-
Rafayel lets out a light laugh, his lips trailing teasing kisses along the side of your neck, and you know you’ve never stood a chance.
“I want you to ruin me.”
Rafayel freezes when he hears your voice, breath hot and shallow on the side of your face. Eyes widening in surprise, he slowly pulls back to look at you. His face is cherry red, and a distant thought registers that you might tease him about it under different circumstances - maybe if your heart wasn’t racing so hard, if his eyes weren’t scanning your face with such intensity.
An eternity seems to pass before he exhales softly, his hand coming to caress your face. “My princess, when did you become so bold?” He closes his eyes and shakes his head slightly, letting out a slight noise of disapproval. “What shall I do with you?”
Leaning in again, Rafayel places a sweet kiss on your yielding lips, and you feel his mouth curve into a slight smirk against yours.
“As you wish.”
💜
If you know anything about Rafayel, it’s that he is a tease. A genuine, kind, loveable tease, but a tease nonetheless.
And here, in this moment, Rafayel’s lips and hands are doing nothing to alter your perception of him.
“I’ll start by kissing you here-“ He brushes a kiss on the corner of your jaw. “And here-” Another, this time across the arc of your collarbone. “And here.” His voice is a caressing murmur as his lips trace the neckline of your nightgown.
“Rafayel, please-“ You reach down towards the lower hem of the garment, desperate for some relief for the burning heat between your thighs, but you don’t get far before Rafayel’s hands grab yours and pin them down onto the bed.
“Where are you going?” His voice is gentle, but it carries a hint of mischief. "Relax, my princess. Let me take care of you.”
Releasing your hands, he slowly starts unbuttoning the nightgown’s front. The buttons don’t go all the way down, just to the bottom of your chest, but you suspect this may be more than enough for him.
“I’ll make you feel good, I promise,” Rafayel whispers, meeting your eyes, and your breath is once again stolen from your lungs by how alluring, how sensitive his gaze is. “Won’t you trust me?”
You look at him and nod shakily. You do trust him, with everything in you.
“Good girl.”
He finishes undoing the buttons and gently pulls the fabric down your shoulders, exposing your chest. The cool air of the room hits your breasts instantly, and you can’t help but feel vulnerable and slightly self-conscious under his heavy gaze.
“My princess, do you know how gorgeous you are?” Rafayel strokes a thumb across your cheek, and you wonder if he had somehow known what you were thinking. “Relax. Let me make you feel good,” he murmurs, leaning in and getting to work.
Rafayel’s hands roam across your chest as he presses sloppy, open-mouthed kisses across your collarbones. You hear yourself let out a breathy gasp as he gently scrapes his teeth against your sensitive skin, but you’re too out of it to bear it any mind, too high on his narcotic touch. His mouth and hands leave scorching trails of fire in their wake, making you feel almost feverish.
Rafayel caresses your breasts gently at first, rubbing his thumbs across your nipples every now and then and relishing in the small whimpers that escape your mouth. “Beautiful,” he whispers, breath hot against your skin. “I wonder how you would sound if I-“
Before you have time to react, he shifts lower on your body and licks a broad, wet stripe up one of your nipples.
Your back arches as a moan, louder and lewder than any sound you thought you could make rips out of you. Pleasure traces from his mouth on your breast directly down to your clit, and god your underwear feels soaked.
“Mm… you’re sensitive here,” Rafayel murmurs. He spares no time with letting you regain composure, instead wrapping his lips around one of your breasts while keeping the other warm with his hand. Small, choked-off moans escape your lips as he swirls his tongue around the nipple and sucks, the heat of his mouth making your mind hazy.
Making a satisfied noise, Rafayel pulls off with a quiet pop and turns his attention to the other breast. When he pulls off, a string of saliva connects his mouth to your wet, rosy nipple for a long moment before finally breaking.
Rafayel groans in satisfaction as he looks up to meet your eyes, lips red and wetted. “Was that good? Did you like that?”
Breathing heavily, you manage to nod your head. “I did,” you say with a shaking voice.
“Good. You’re being such a good girl for me,” Rafayel whispers, a new roughness in his voice. “Let’s get this off you, shall we?”
You’re all too eager to help Rafayel pull the nightgown over your head, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. Your wetness shows through the thin fabric, and you can tell Rafayel notices by the way his gaze on your body grows heavier. “Let’s get this off too, hm?”
You hook your thumbs through your underwear and pull them off your legs, completely exposing yourself.
“Look at you…” Rafayel murmurs, his voice quiet and almost reverent. “You’re so beautiful.”
Leaning forward, he captures your lips with his once again, groaning quietly as you lick into his mouth. When he pulls back to meet your eyes, he looks so gorgeous, so adoring that you wonder what you’ve ever done to make you worthy of his affection.
“We’re here to be safe, we’re here to be comfortable, yeah? If you ever feel uncomfortable or want me to stop for whatever reason, you let me know.” Rafayel places a tender kiss on your temple and smiles at you, his eyes crinkling. “Alright?”
You nod, returning his smile. “I promise.”
“That’s a good girl.”
Rafayel shifts lower down your body and positions his head between your legs. “Knees up for me, spread your legs - just like that. Good.”
Your body tenses up with anticipation from how close he is to you, how if he moved forward ever so slightly he could-
Rafayel leans in and kisses your clit lightly, the sensation causing your hips to jolt. Letting out a satisfied hum, he buries his face fully between your thighs and licks a wet, hot line all the way up your cunt. The surge of pleasure is so foreign to you and so intense that your knees buckle and your mouth goes slack, unable to voice anything more than a breathy whimper. Groaning quietly, Rafayel takes it slow at first, steadily lapping up your wetness. He sets a stable pace, the wet sounds of your cunt and your breathy moans soon filling up the room.
“Does that feel good?” Rafayel murmurs against you, voice slightly raspy. “Should I continue?”
You look down at Rafayel through a haze of pleasure, the only thought on your mind being how desperately you need more of him. “I beg of you - please.”
Rafayel hums with approval and resumes. His tongue is hot and nimble on your cunt, dipping between your folds and thrusting into your tight, wet hole. Moaning darkly, Rafayel picks up the pace, alternating between licking at your clit and thrusting into you.
His tongue circles around your clit, his spit and your wetness combined making a lewd, wet sound. When Rafayel wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, your hips buck into his face and a hoarse moan tears out of your throat from how fucking good it feels.
He pulls back for a short moment, but before you have time to wonder why he presses two fingers into your hole, made sloppy by his tongue’s ministrations. He curls his fingers inside you, causing your back to arch. “That’s right- arch that back for me.” Setting a steady pace with his hand, he turns his attention back to your clit, licking and sucking like he’s never tasted anything sweeter.
“Rafayel- I- ah- I’m close-“
Hot pleasure traces from his mouth on your cunt all the way to the balls of your feet, toe-curlingly good. At this rate, it won’t be long before you reach that delicious edge.
“Yes, just like that… roll those eyes like you do.” Rafayel groans and speeds up his pace, thrusting his fingers in and out of you with a renewed fervor. “Give it to me… make me proud.” He wraps his lips back around your clit and sucks, the cresting waves of pleasure making you completely unaware of how loud you’re being.
“Fuck, Rafayel- ah- ah-” Your hands find their way to Rafayel’s head and bury themselves in his hair, tugging hard at his purple locks as he takes you apart mercilessly with his fingers and his mouth.
“That’s it- pull at my hair- come for me.”
At the sound of his voice you let out a cracking cry of his name and come, shaking apart on his mouth as wave after wave of pleasure racks your body. Your hips buck into Rafayel’s face as stars explode behind your eyelids, but he is quick to hold them down as he takes you through your orgasm, letting out satisfied groans as he licks up every drop of your release. Some escapes his mouth and drips down your inner thighs, but he doesn’t let it go unnoticed, his silken tongue running from your cunt to your legs and lapping it up.
“That’s my girl,” Rafayel whispers with a sigh of contentment. “That’s my girl.”
You lay there as the last ripples of your orgasm flutter through you. Your legs feel weak, your body spent but utterly satisfied.
Breathing heavily and still reeling from your violent climax, you reach blindly towards Rafayel’s face and tug him towards you. “Kiss, please…”
Rafayel laughs softly and moves to kiss you. You wrap your arms around him and pull him tight against you, tasting yourself on his tongue.
“Rafayel, I want- I want you to feel good too,” you murmur against his mouth, voice shaking slightly. You want to make Rafayel shake with the same pleasure he made you feel with an urgency that scares you. You want to hear how pretty he sounds when he comes, when he falls apart.
“My princess, just being this close to you makes me feel good.” Rafayel pulls back slightly to rest his forehead against yours. “Do you want to continue? It’s okay if you don’t feel ready yet, we don’t have to do it now-”
You silence Rafayel with your lips, kissing him firmly and trying to silently convey to him the desire coursing through you. “I want you, Rafayel. I want all of you.”
You place a hand on his chest and smile at him. “I did mean it when I said I wanted you to ruin me.”
Rafayel inhales sharply, pulse speeding up against your hand. “Yes, my princess.” He brings your hand to his mouth and kisses it, running his tongue along it lightly. “And I meant it when I said your wish is my command.”
Letting go of your hand, he turns his attention to his pants, undoing the belt and pulling them off. Your eyes widen as you finally notice how hard his erection is straining against the fabric of his boxers, precum already soaking through the black cloth.
It isn’t long before Rafayel catches you staring. “You like what you see, hm?” He palms his cock through his underwear, groaning darkly as he finally gets that much-needed stimulation. “Shit, you make me so hard-“
You impatiently help him take his underwear off, letting out a quiet gasp as his cock frees itself. Eyes slightly glazed over, Rafayel grabs one of your hands and moves it to his crotch. “Stroke it, stroke it just like that- yes- yes-”
You don’t need to be told twice, wrapping your hand around his dripping cock and clumsily moving it up and down, smearing precum over its length. You don’t have much knowledge of what size is considered large for a dick, but it doesn’t take any amount of research to know that Rafayel is sizable. A drunken thought wondering how large he would feel inside you flits through your mind.
“Just like that, ngh, that’s a good girl- your hand feels so good on me,” Rafayel chokes out, his voice strained. His moans are low and breathy, increasing in volume as you tighten your clench. He sounds gorgeous.
“Shit, okay, stopstopstop-”
You quickly take your hand off Rafayel, and he sits back on his heels, breathing heavily. “Flip over for me, my princess,” he murmurs, shifting off of you. “Sit on my lap, please, sit on my lap.“
You scoot over so that Rafayel can prop himself up in your place, then climb onto him to straddle him with your legs.
“We’re gonna go slow, yeah?” Rafayel says, reaching up to caress the side of your face gently. “Here, raise yourself up a bit.“
You lean forward on your knees, raising yourself slightly over Rafayel.
“Now sit on my cock- slowly, go slowly.” He places his hands on your hips and guides you down until you feel his dick nudge at your entrance.
“Shit, you’re so wet-“ Rafayel groans as his cock slips in slightly further when you shift your hips. “Is this alright? Does it hurt?”
“I’m okay, it- it doesn’t hurt.” And you mean it. There is a slight stretch as your cunt accustoms itself to his size, but the amount of lubrication from his spit and your come makes the glide onto him smooth.
“You feel so good, fuck, you feel so good-” Rafayel’s teeth grit together as you sink further onto his cock, his chest rising and falling heavily. “Keep going, you’re doing so well.”
Every time you assure yourself that there can’t possibly be any more of him to take in, you are proven wrong. You feel so full, so thoroughly and completely filled up with him that when his cock is finally entirely buried into you you’re not sure if you remember how to move.
Then Rafayel shifts his hips, and his cock rubs against a certain spot deep inside you, and oh.
You aren’t even aware of how loudly you moaned until you hear him hum with satisfaction. “That’s it- let me make you feel good.”
Rafayel begins rolling his hips upwards into you, his thrusts shallow at first and then deepening as he works his cock slowly in and out of your cunt. “Set the pace with me, my princess,” Rafayel whispers through gritted teeth, his voice strained and his words punctuated with breathy gasps. The slow drag of his cock against the walls of your cunt feels so good - so mind-meltingly, so fucking good that your mouth falls slack and your eyes roll back in your head.
“Fuck, you feel so good, my gorgeous, sweet girl-” Rafayel’s voice is low and hungry, the furrow between his eyebrows evening out with helpless pleasure as he grinds slowly into you. “Ah, you sound so pretty, you’re so pretty-“
Every one of his choked-off praises and breathy affirmations go straight to your cunt. You’re dripping all over his lap, your liquid and his precum aiding in the slick sounds that pervade the air with every deep, unhurried thrust.
Rafayel pushes all the way in, deeper and deeper until his hips lay flush against yours, and begins to grind in a slow circle without pulling out. Your cunt squeezes around Rafayel’s cock as your g-spot gets thoroughly massaged, causing his muscles to jump into definition and a breathy whine to escape his mouth.
“Ngh- I’m sorry, love, I’m sorry-“
You gasp as Rafayel quickly pulls out of you, then fluidly flips you over onto your back and sinks his cock back into your cunt with a low groan. He quickens his pace, thrusting quickly and fervently, the head of his cock reaching deep, deep inside of you. The air around you fills with the sounds of your bed creaking and loud, unhindered moans.
“Kiss me,” Rafayel groans out, and you’re all too eager to meet his lips in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. Your bodies melt into one, intertwined behind the beaded curtains of your bed, sweaty and beautiful. Your chambers smell of lavender, sweat and sex, and you don’t think you’ve ever been anywhere close to this aroused.
Your body burns up from the inside, slow pulses of heat spreading throughout your body from where Rafayel is buried deep inside you. He swallows every one of your breathy moans, groaning into your mouth as you squeeze tighter around him.
“Rafayel, I’m going to- I can’t-“ Your words come out in the form of choked-off moans as pleasure continues to build. It’s unbridled and fiery, the type that threatens to make your eyes fall shut and roll back as you succumb fully to the feeling. What starts as a spark in your stomach soon crescendos to a blazing flame, and god it’s so much, too much-
This feeling of all-consuming ecstasy is too overwhelming, you don’t know what to do with it, where it’ll all go-
“Come for me,” Rafayel murmurs into your ear. “Be a good girl and come for me.”
The sound of his voice finally tips you over the edge and you cry out, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave. Your vision whites out completely as a fire unspools in your stomach in slow motion and sets all your nerves alight with a blazing pleasure. You whimper helplessly as your body shakes apart on Rafayel’s cock, wave after wave of orgasmic bliss crashing through you and leaving your body ravaged and weak.
“That’s it,” Rafayel hisses. “Squeeze my cock while you come, just like that.” Moaning darkly, he begins thrusting into you at a finishing pace. “Can I come in you?” His voice trails off in a high and desperate whimper as he rapidly approaches his climax. “Please let me come in you.”
You nod drunkenly. You want to feel him come in you and fill you up, with a fervor that threatens to choke you with its intensity.
“I’m going to- ah-” Rafayel chokes on a moan, his thrusts becoming sloppier and more frantic. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous, I love you-“
He shoves himself as deep inside you as he can go, a lengthy groan escaping Rafayel’s mouth as he throws his head back and comes. His cock shoots pump after pump of warm come into you, filling you up completely and beautifully.
A warm feeling of bliss spreads throughout your whole body from the sheer pleasure of finally being claimed by Rafayel, to be marked as his so intimately and thoroughly. You feel like you’re floating, happiness turning your mind hazy.
Rafayel lets his head fall forwards until his forehead touches yours, his chest rising and falling heavily. “God, I’ve never- I’ve never felt like that before,” he pants, eyes falling shut.
You let out a small noise of protest when Rafayel begins to pull out of you, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him tight against your body. “No, stay- stay inside me,” you murmur. Surprise flickers across Rafayel’s face for a split second, but quickly subsides to an expression of pure fondness.
“As you wish, my princess.” His hands go to caress your face, tenderly tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “But you’re not just my princess now, are you?” Rafayel smiles adoringly at you. “May I call you my lover?”
Your eyes widen with surprise, and you break into a delighted smile. “Yes! I- you have no idea how long-“ Words fail you and you tug his face towards yours to meet his lips in a deep, heated kiss. Your mouth forms the shape of Rafayel’s name against his lips, silent and reverent.
When you finally pull apart, Rafayel turns his face fully into your hair and nuzzles into you affectionately. “I love you,” he whispers, so quietly his voice is barely perceptible. “I love you so much.”
Your heart swells with adoration for the man in your arms, the kind, selfless man who makes you feel so human. “I love you too,” you whisper back, and you barely keep your voice from shaking.
In this moment, you aren’t the princess of Philos, nor is your heart any more special than any other heart. You’re simply a girl, laying in bed intertwined with her lover, and the only thing different about your heart is its devotion to a certain Lemurian. And here, sweaty and fucked-out with Rafayel’s body warm and solid in your arms, you find that you’ve never been happier.