Now this is a story bout a little gal that lives in a meme world and all day and all night and everything that she sees is just memes like her inside and outside. 30F
Hey all! Wanted to link my stuff all together for easy reference. Will update as I create :)
Fanfic!
RAFAYEL:
My Colour (AO3) - Rafayel loves to see her painted with his colour
Trial Complete (AO3) - The scientists at the LCBI are testing new pheromone weapons and Tamino is the unlucky test subject. He passes the trial but when they get home he takes it out on his dear supervisor
After Workout Massage (AO3) - Shameless body worship and blowjob after getting sweaty together
Attempt Number 9 (AO3) - Rafayel makes another attempt at putting a fishie in her tummy
Impressions in Leather (AO3) - Abysswalker is summoned by the Princess at night, but something is off about him tonight (THE MASK STAYS ON)
Devout Offering (AO3) - The Sea God is presented with an assortment of offerings, but He only wants one and He's been waiting to take it, until, that is, a special perfume makes Him lose control
Amuse-Bouche (AO3) - Things get a little spicy when Rafayel orders off-menu at his friend's new restuarant
All Return (Only on AO3) - Rafayel shows an escaped princess that there's more to life and they form an unlikely but mutually beneficial bond (29K words, medium burn, AU, plot with porn)
A Sweet Dream Owed (AO3) - The Sea God rests in the depths of the ocean and dreams of his past and future lives (not smut)
Scenic Viewpoint (AO3) - Rafayel takes her for a drive to see the view. They make memories while they're there
Pearl Dust (AO3) - Overstimulating Rafayel with as many toys as he could possibly imagine!
Vital Points (AO3) - Abysswalker shows the princess how a competent assassin can work even in darkness, she turns the tables on him
Mixed Media (AO3) - He turns her into a masterpiece with wax
Kinesthetic Learner (AO3) - She and Rafayel are both visiting the University, she sees a new side of him that has her intrigued
Sincerest Worship (AO3) - The God of Tides and his Most Devout Follower make their own ritual of worship
Fisherman's Knot (AO3) - She ties a net that catches a slippery fish and takes his breath away
My Love is Captivating Like the Sea (AO3) - The Sea witch is annoyed at her lemurian....wait... her Lemurian?
CALEB:
Dial Up Connection (AO3) - Caleb calls her from Skyhaven because he misses you and things get spicy
Lightly Salted with a Dash of Paprika (AO3) - Caleb is visiting Linkon but she's made herself busy with work. He helps make sure she relaxes properly.
Positive Reinforcement (AO3) - Clicker training Puppy!Caleb
Something Different (AO3) - He's willing to try anything once if its her asking.
A Man in Uniform (AO3) - Caleb dresses as a maid and she has an alternative way to compensate him
Action Figure (AO3) - Caleb is her toy to play with however she likes, and he would never complain about how she uses him.
SYLUS:
Only If You Want It (AO3)- She teases him on a joyride and he makes sure she gets exactly what she wants, as long as she asks for it nicely
Nightly Horror Show (AO3)- She finds out exactly the kind of man Tartarus is one night.
Taming Sylus (AO3) - Pegging a hedonistic brat
ZAYNE:
Just a Taste (AO3)- A familiar stranger shows up when they're getting intimate and he's been waiting to hold her
Special Care (AO3)- A mission at a ski resort spirals into overwork for her and Dr. Zayne, they finally get some time together but are both exhausted.
How Surgeons Tie Knots (AO3) - Shibari for beginners
Candid Portraits, Etched in Snow (AO3) - Her and Zayne have a getaway at a ski chalet and reminisce on their time together
Glucose Spike (AO3) - Zayne is working late and she brings him a pick-me-up at the Hospital, but she's the only sweet treat he needs
XAVIER:
Post-Credits Scene (AO3)- She doesn't pay attention to him enough while out on a date, he gets back at her once they get home
Fight or Flight (AO3) - Primal Play in the No Hunt Zone
Best Two Out of Three? (AO3) - wresting as foreplay for dryhumping in the gym
Tithes in Kind (AO3) - King of Darknight Xavier pays his dues to the Queen with his service
MULTI:
I'll drink to that! (AO3) - series of drabbles about taking bodyshots off of each of the LI's
A Special Day (AO3) - The LIs throw Zayne a birthday party, they know him a lot better than he thought they would (AU with no MC, just the LIs being bros)
A Baker's Dozen (AO3) - She wants to be a mother but decides to give everyone a chance to be the father
shipping a consensual, safe & sane pairing all the while i'm shaking my head in disapproval so the audience knows i still love wildly toxic abusive fictional dynamics
Nature Documentary: these deep sea creatures can withstand crushing pressures of thousands of pounds per square inch!
Me: they’re not withstanding a goddamn thing. The pressure is a part of them. Their interiors and exteriors are equalized. Just because your respiratory system is built around a pair of fragile poppable bubbles-
New painting done in watercolor and gouache! I feel like I'm learning a little more about traditional media every time and slowly getting a handle on it. :)
I am so sick and tired of having to charge stuff every day of my miserable life!! My phone, my watch, my headphones, my vibrator, my backup vibrator, my emergency vibrator, the ancient cursed amulet of darkness that whispers to me....it's too much!!!
HOLY SHIT GUYS, I WAS INSPIRED BY THIS POST TO TRY MAKE THE SONG AND YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT WHEN I DRAGGED THE TRAINING AUDIO OVER THE BACKING TRACK AND IT LINED UP PERFECTLY
Xavier must pay his dues to the Queen with his service.
CW: Sexually explicit content
tags: Femdom, striptease, body worship, sub leaning switch!Xavier, hand kink, glove kink, teasing, grinding, Xavier is a fucking genie with how he chooses to listen
Read on AO3 or under the cut!
Her hand hovers in the air before him, eyes full of steel.
"The proper way to greet a queen, is with a kiss," she states. He knows this, of course. Despite his solitude, Xavier has never lost the knowledge of etiquette from his royal upbringing.
Eyes like a night sky flash with light, a shooting star across a clear horizon.
He kneels. Heavy leather gloves holding her fingers with the tenderness one might use to gently brush a butterfly off their shoulder in a summer breeze. Despite the fabric between them, she can swear she feels the heat emanating from his skin.
Lips press delicately to her ring. Xavier's long hair slips from behind his ear, tickling against her wrist and shielding him from her view.
"Of course, My Queen. How may I be of service?" His soft voice whispers down her spine, and her fingers stiffen in his grasp.
The air she breathes weighs heavily in her chest, as if each breath carried the burden of Xavier's devotion. She withdraws her fingers and looks down on his kneeling form; his strict posture, the way his shoulders sagged almost imperceptibly under the weight of his armor, the heat of the blue flame in his gaze; hers to command.
"You may rise." Her tone is measured, lips carefully forming each word she speaks to him so that he may memorize and treasure each of them.
Xavier stands, his heavy garments dragging along the ground and rustling as he moves. She turns, the hem of her dress swishing in accompaniment. Taking a deep breath to embolden herself, she walks towards the bed. As she reaches the foot of the bed, she turns her head. Xavier stands where he had risen, not at attention, but with the composure of a soldier.
"Undress me." She commands,facing back away from him. She can hear his footsteps crossing the room, weighty but not clumsy.
"As you wish, My Queen." The words caress the shell of her ear as his hands rest lightly on her shoulders. The leather of his gloves creaks gently as his fingers curve to fit the shape of her.
The cool texture of the gloves grazes over her collarbone as he slides his fingers beneath the clasp that sits settled in the hollow of her throat. It comes undone with a soft click, and he lifts the cape up and away from her shoulders. He places it to the side with a reverent air, letting the long, sheer fabric slide through his hand with a hiss.
Returning to her, his hands grasp her upper arm. He runs his fingers down her skin, one hand coming to rest beneath her elbow, the other continuing onward to hold her gloved hand. Xavier delicately pinches her middle finger, sliding the material of the glove down the digit.
The hinges of his gauntlet rasp gently as he flexes his fingers; points of cold metal catching on the soft satin fabric of the glove. Her fingers tremble as the glove comes away with a hiss, gently tickling over her wrist and palm. Xavier's large fingers, made even more bulky by his glove and gauntlet, hold her delicately.
The glove slides away, revealing her hand, fingers more calloused and worn than those of a queen ought to be, by any means. The hands of someone used to wielding a sword, of someone thrust into royalty; not born into it. The pads of Xavier's fingers catch on the callouses, guiding her hand up to his eyes and taking in each line as if divining a future in each mark and crease. Candlelight flickers, warming her skin and glinting off the worn points of his gauntlet.
He leans over her shoulder, long hair tickling her collarbone, and kisses the tip of each finger. The first kiss makes her breath hitch in surprise. The second, the air shudders out of her chest. The third and forth each accompany another jagged inhale and exhale. He turns her hand to kiss her thumb and his tongue darts out to slide against her fingernail before enveloping the digit with his lips up to the first knuckle.
She swallows hard, knees wobbling. Her eyelids are heavy with lust as she turns her head to the side, looking away from his display of calculated subservience. Her hand lowers and the warmth of his body behind her disappears as he steps away, the ghost of his touch lingering as she flexes her hand.
Xavier folds the glove with the same sense of ceremony as the cape, placing it gently to the side before repeating every painstaking action on her other hand. Removing the glove, admiring each section of her skin like a jeweller inspecting the facets of a gem, and delicately kissing the tip of each finger. He remains quiet throughout, the sounds of their combined breathing filling the space with warm tension.
Stiff leather slides down her spine, gloved fingers looping through the ties of her dress and undoing the knot. She feels the ease of the fabric as the ties loosen around her ribs. The sound of silk ribbon sliding over steel whispers over her senses like a soothing hush.
Her back is bare as the dress falls away. It pools on the ground in a ripple of white fabric, like the reflection of a full moon on a pond. The cool air on her bare skin makes her shiver for a moment. She looks back over her shoulder, chin raised to watch him through her lower lashes. He awaits further instruction with a leashed desire burning in his deep blue eyes. She turns her whole body, bare with the exception of her bejewelled shoes.
Her feet step gingerly out of the dress, moving towards him with imperious clicks of her heels. He kneels dutifully, allowing her to perch her foot on the muscles of his thigh. His eyes are dark as he looks up at her; a lunar eclipse in a clear night sky. Her chest heaves, nipples pebbling on her bare breasts.
His hands move to the clasps on her shoe; impossibly dexterous as they unfasten the clasp lying against her ankle. Beaded straps fall away as his hand slides the shoe off her foot, they tickle against the arch of her foot and catch slightly on her toes.
A leather-gloved hand escorts her calf until her foot returns to the ground. He takes her other foot; metal gauntlet careful not to pinch her sensitive skin as he unclasps the fastener. Before he places it back on the ground, he brings her foot to his lips, ghosting a kiss over the top of her foot with his eyes fixed on her face.
She swallows as she meets his gaze with heat burning in her eyes. Her foot touches the cold floor, grounding her in this moment where only she and Xavier exist. Their breath synchronizes, lingering between them.
After a moment, she breaks the silence. She looks away, flexing her jaw, and points towards the closet.
"Fetch my dressing gown. This room is cold." Her eyes steal another look towards Xavier, butterflies flapping their wings rapidly in her stomach as she tries to gauge his reaction. Xavier rises, armor clinking against itself as he stands and moves across the room to fetch the gauzy purple dressing gown.
He returns, holding apart the shoulders and sliding the sleeves up her arms. His hands linger on her collarbone as he sets the garment on her. A gentle caress pulls her hair out to lie atop the back of the gown, making her earrings tinkle softly in her ears.
Strong hands slide down her waist, pulling the sash tight and fastening it with a perfect bow above her hip. He holds his hands there, so close to where he wants them to be. She may be strong, but he's far stronger than her. He could easily use those hands to dig into the flesh of her hips, to move her against him, to take her to bed and hold her hostage against his body until she begged him to let her free. Instead, they squeeze softly, once, as if testing the idea for themselves before retreating back into perfect obedience at Xavier's sides.
She steps away from him, exhilaration whirling through her as she keeps her flushed face turned away from his view. She pads up to the bed, taking a moment to gather her composure before turning back to watch him. She sits on the ottoman at the base of the bed and crosses her legs.
"Undress yourself," she commands, "Let me see."
Xavier smirks a bit as he meets her eye. "Of course. Whatever the queen desires."
The first thing he removes is his gloves; when he wears them they're pliable, dexterous, able to wield tools and to nimbly undo delicate fastenings. Only when he pulls them free is it apparent how heavy they weigh on him. Leather and studs and clinking plates of mail slide from his wrists and fall to the ground with hefty thuds. Pale hands peek from his sleeves, indented with pink seams from the gloves. He idly massages his palms in turn, glancing up to see her eyes fixed on the movement.
Xavier lets out a single chuffed chuckle. He kneels slowly to pick up the gloves, emphasizing each movement and turning them over in his hands. He steps towards her, chin raised in an impetuous display. She raises her eyebrows as her gaze moves up to his face.
"Something amusing?"
"Not at all. Your Majesty is quite obvious in revealing her proclivities." He smiles, a cheeky smile, and brings his hand to his own mouth. He maintains eye contact as he presses his thumb down on his lower lip, sliding his tongue along the tip of his fingernail. His smirk widens and his eyes dart down, taking in the sight of her flushed chest and bobbing throat; utterly transfixed at the sight.
Her eyes flash back up to meet his, steely and full of expectant arrogance. She snatches the gloves from his hand, covering his thumb with the gusset of the glove before kissing the leather softly. He startles, eyes widening as the ghost of her breath caresses his cheek. She withdraws with a coy smile.
"If that's so," she challenges, fingers trailing across the raised pattern on his metal gauntlet, "then you ought to be quite capable of keeping my attention."
Xavier doesn't back down; he keeps his eyes fixed on hers as he steps back, and slides his thumb in a line down his chin. He draws it down the center of his throat, and catches it beneath his collar, unfastening his cloak and letting it fall to the ground behind him. He watches as her eyes follow the movement, self-satisfaction playing on his lips.
His other hand settles at the buttons on his abdomen, fingers twining through the chains that lie atop his doublet. His index finger twirls spirals along the length of the chain until it draws tight and slips off the button at his waist. His thumb worries against the buttons before smoothly unfastening them. The coat opens, revealing the dark, skintight undershirt.
"I'm getting impatient, I'm going to need to entertain myself at this rate." She barely conceals her excitement, goading him. The pads of her fingers catch on the prominent ridge along the center of his gauntlet, sliding a decisive finger along it's length and raising her eyebrow up at him.
"I wouldn't want Your Majesty to lack proper stimulation," he agrees. His fingers twitch with a phantom response as he watches her fingernail catch on each hinge on the joints of the gauntlet.
She shifts, sliding the gauntlet between her legs, and positioning her core atop the long ridge in the center. The metal feels cold against the heat of her dripping folds, even through the flimsy fabric of her gown. She settles onto it; clit perched against the raised metal filigree on the arm of the gauntlet. Her eyes flutter as she grinds down, arousal soaking through the thin material of the dressing gown. A soft groan escapes her lips as she furrows her brow and concentrates back on the man before her.
A pink blush blooms up Xavier's neck and tinges his pale ears, which peek through his long strands of ash blond hair. His eyes are wide, soaking in the sight of her.
"I didn't tell you to stop yet," she reminds him, angling her hips and pulling her legs up beneath her to properly straddle the gauntlet. Xavier swallows hard, watching her hips slide down the length of it and streak the metal with her juices. He blinks to refocus, looking back into her eyes with determination.
His doublet is open at the chest and he slowly slides one arm out, then the other. The dark undershirt clings to his muscled arms and chest; outlining the planes of his body in the low light. His pants cinch at his waist, the fly now tight against his hardening length.
Xavier kneels again, sliding his hands down his thigh to the buckles of his greaves. The leather hisses through the fastener as it loosens and comes away. The metal releases from his shin and he stands to step out of his boot. The muscles of his calf flex as his pointed toes clear the top of the shoe and he gingerly steps back down, repeating the action on his other leg. His hands draw up the skintight leggings from the knee, unbuckling the leather garter belts encircling his muscular thighs. His fingers slide beneath the strap and his leg, making the meat of his thigh balloon slightly as he curls his fingers into a hook to pull it down his leg.
His hands cross at his waist, slipping beneath the waistband of his pants to find the hem of his shirt.
"Stop." Her voice is breathy as she squeezes her thighs around the gauntlet, eyes hungry. Her wide eyes devour the sight of him like a starving woman presented with a feast. Her hand slides up her abdomen to cup her breast. Her chest heaves as her fingers tweak her nipple through the fabric of her dressing gown. "That's enough."
Xavier raises an eyebrow but stays silent, smoothing down his shirt and waiting for her instruction. His light hair falls on his chest like silk tassels on a tapestry; they drape over him, adorning him like he himself is a part of this ancient bastion of forgotten times.
She leans back, beckoning with one finger as she slides up onto the bed. Xavier follows, stalking up to the bed with a predatory gleam in his eye. A thrill races through her,and her fingers clench against the plush fabric of the duvet. Her thighs slowly fall apart,making space for him. Outstretched fingers cup his face once he's in reach, thumb smoothing a line along his cheekbone.
"I await Your Majesty's orders." The words are saturated with coils of rippling desire, his azure irises engulfed in glimmering night.
Her fingers slide up his face to weave into his hair, clenching at the roots of his silky, ashen locks.
"You may taste me, until I find your mouth unsatisfactory." Her eyes are dark with hunger as she looks down on him.
Xavier licks his lips, a slight smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. "I should hope that means I remain here all night, My Queen."
He leans in and kisses her throat, tongue darting out to catch a bead of sweat and savouring it on his tongue. She shivers as his breath ghosts over her hot skin. With her hands still woven into his hair, she insistently pushes his head lower, beginning to get impatient.
"Your Majesty said I could taste her… is something the matter?" His tone is impish, eyes flicking to her face while stubbornly refusing to follow the guidance of her hand. He turns his head towards her outstretched arm, his tongue snaking out to lick a small wet circle on her forearm. "This part of you tastes delicious as well."
His eyes trail to hers sidelong, challenging her. Tongue sliding back over his own plush lips, pushing her so she tells him exactly what she wants; that she wants him, that she needs him.
Steel glints in her eyes, their resolves clash like crossed swords. Her eyes catch on a subtle hint behind his teasing gaze, and she softens. Redirecting to cooperate with him; swords flourishing to point in the same direction.
"In that case, you should be thorough." Her fingers loosen their grip on his hair while the other hand unties the sash at her waist. The robe falls open. The fabric catches on her pebbled nipples, making her inhale sharply and wince at the sensation.
Xavier's eyes feast on her body before him, swallowing hard. He glances back up to her, a moment of conflicted victory flashing across his eyes. He doesn't linger on it too long, dipping his head in a minuscule bow, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
His soft voice whispers over her senses, settling low in her stomach. She clenches her thighs around his waist and swallows hard. She doesn't have time to recover as Xavier's lowered head nestles against her chest and his lips encircle her nipple. She squeezes her eyes shut as he sucks and licks, tongue flicking and circling until her fingers clench in his hair.
He moves to the other breast, lavishing his tongue over it with equal attention to detail. He sucks against her skin; blossoming hickeys following his lips like a field of flowers coming into bloom. His tongue moves diligently over her skin, maliciously compliant with her remark that he should be thorough. Her back arches as his lips trail down her collarbone, her breath hitches as he kisses a ticklish spot along her ribs. She tenses, stomach twitching, as his lips trace a line down her abdomen, pausing at her belly button to look up at her with dark, hungry eyes.
He moves down her body, licking the sweat off her skin. His hair falls over her like a curtain, ensconcing him in privacy as he completes the tasting menu of her body. She writhes beneath him; almost delirious from the teasing. She bites her tongue, unwilling to cry out his name or beg for what she really wants. Her fingers sink into the plush cover on the bed, gripping into the fabric to ground herself from the soft affections of Xavier's lips.
Finally, he kneels on the ottoman at the base of the bed, eyes fixed on her face as he kisses her inner thigh. Her walls flutter around nothing as she props herself up on her elbows to watch him, mesmerized and out of breath. His gaze never leaves her face as he kisses his way up her inner thigh until his breath is puffing over her soaking wet slit.
He waits there a moment: one more chance for her to break and beg him to take her. His nose twitches as he inhales the scent of her. He swallows hard as his mouth waters.
That's what does it for her; the sight of Xavier's desire glistening in his eyes and dripping from his lips.
"I need you, I need your mouth to-!" She doesn't even get the full sentence out before he cuts off her pleading with a swipe of his tongue. Her eyes squeeze shut and a small sound escapes her lips, fingers clenching in the bedsheets again as Xavier dives into her.
As soon as the taste of her is on his tongue, his whole body melts in relief; like an over-tuned piano string that finally snapped. He groans into her, hips rutting against the foot of the bed as he hoists her legs above his shoulders for more leverage. She squeaks in surprise as she slides down the bed towards him.
Xavier's hands dig into the plush curve of her hips and ass, squeezing as he desperately claws her closer to him. He buries his face between her thighs; tongue making long strokes through her folds and slurping messily at her clit. She bucks against his face, trying to get leverage with her heels along his back. They slip against the fabric of his shirt, serving only to press her core more firmly against Xavier's nose and mouth. He groans into her, making her tremble, walls twitching around nothing.
She feels drawn tight, like a bowstring. He keeps his pacing, relentless as he devours her. Her toes flex, calf muscles tensing and spasming as her gasps increase in frequency and pitch.
Xavier is single-minded, his whole body dedicated to the task of exploring and pleasuring every inch of skin between her legs. His grip readjusts as he pulls her closer, nose nudging over her clit and sending sparks through her senses. His hair falls between them, tickling at the back of her thighs.
His tongue delves inside her, swirling and nudging her open before withdrawing. She jerks against him, her body aching for him to be deeper, for them to somehow be closer. She whines in frustration and squeezes her thighs around his head as he sucks on her clit.
Xavier lets out a breathless chuckle, but doesn't stop. His movements become more precise; driving her towards her climax with every swipe and kiss. She gasps as that tightness grows inside her, drawing further, further…
Until it releases.
Her back arches, and she stifles a scream. Xavier drinks at her, swallowing as she releases all over his mouth. He groans, vibrations buzzing over her sensitive nerves earning another twitch against his nose. He plants his lips on her, kissing and sucking as she comes down from her high but not stopping.
She blearily looks down to see him still eagerly licking through her puffy folds. Her brow furrows and she pushes back his bangs with her fingers. Xavier's eyes flash up at her like a wild animal guarding its meal.
Her fingers draw back, startled and she clears her throat. "Xavier…?"
He kisses her inner thigh, licking his lips before he speaks. "Your Majesty said I could taste her until she find my mouth unsatisfactory." Cobalt eyes glint with steel resolve, "It certainly seems like she still finds it satisfactory."
"You can't -!" Her plea is cut off as Xavier's teeth graze over her swollen clit, sending sparks through her vision.
"Your Majesty… there's no need to lie to me. Not when your body is so honest."
She grits her teeth, fighting back tears of overstimulation as he parts her pussy lips with his tongue, circling and swirling with an almost cruel vigor. He teases her: kissing softly before sucking hard. Her feet continue to fight for purchase on his back to push away from him but his fingers keep a firm, bruising grip on her hips.
Her orgasm crests into a second, less impressive, one. Waves of pleasure shudder up her spine as she groans, head tossed to the side.
Xavier doesn't stop.
She weakly smacks against the top of his head, he glances up at her mischievously.
"Your Majesty?"
Her eyelids are heavy as she looks down at him with a drunken gaze. "No more."
"I see… My mouth is unsatisfactory, is that it?" He prompts her. She nods. He lowers her to the bed, her legs flopping bonelessly to the side as he perches with his chin above her stomach. "If that's the case…"
The stretch of his fingers is so unexpected that she clamps down on them. Shock plays over her features as her walls twitch around the intrusion, finally feeling the fullness she had so craved. Xavier smirks as he whispers, "I should make sure to keep the Queen's attention."
His fingers curl and she comes again. His long digits reaching deep inside to that spongy spot that makes her unravel. He beckons her orgasm along with his movements, thumb circling her abused clit. Tears prick the corners of her eyes and she keens as her body spasms.
Xavier watches her body heave and twitch beneath him with a gaze saturated in lust. He licks his lips once more, desperate for any trace of her left on his skin. He withdraws his fingers, waiting until her eyes are back on him to suck them into his mouth to clean them off.
She's panting for breath, unable to muster any more arousal despite the erotic display that he puts on for her. Her body is covered in sweat and saliva, the air between them suffused with the smell of sex. Her fingers idly wind through his hair as she catches her breath.
"Is Your Majesty satisfied with my service?" He teases, voice cracking slightly.
She closes her eyes and nods, pulling him up to nestle into her chest.
"Entirely satisfied." She affirms.
His breathy chuckle wafts over her skin as he kisses her once more on the chest, wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling into her skin.
dividers by @/saradika-graphics
A/N
THIS IS FOR MY LOVE @gondowan WHO INSPIRED MANY OF THE HORNY BITS AND WHOSE REACTIONS TO EVERY SNIPPET MADE ME KEEP GOING TO MAKE THIS???? FOUR THOUSAND WORDS???
anyways (✪‿✪) hope yall enjoy ahaha
The Sea Witch is brewing a potion and is finding her Lemurian visitor more of an annoyance than usual.
When did she start thinking of him as her Lemurian…?
Tags: Femdom, Yandere!MC, Octopus mermaid sea witch, tentacles, Lemurian!Rafayel, double lemurian dick, merman slit (or mermussy, if you will), LOTS of suction hickeys
Read on Ao3 or under the cut!
The bottle jets across the room, smashing into the shelf. The contents disperse in the water with a puff before settling to the floor of the cavern. Irate grumbles echo down the entry to the cavern as the Sea Witch inspects and discards her reagents and ingredients.
Rafayel peeks his head into the cavern tentatively, dodging a preserved sea cucumber as it torpedoes past his nose. It continues in a line all the way out of the cavern, trailing bubbles in its wake. He watches it for a moment before turning his head back towards the woman in the cave.
She mutters under her breath, using her tentacles to pull herself along the shelves and hold bottles up for comparison as she ransacks her own materials in search of something specific. The elastic textured skin on her lower half flares fuchsia in frustration, the colour rippling down her body from her waist to the tips of each tentacle arm.
Rafayel smiles as he watches her, fondness beating in his heart. He swishes his tail to propel himself into the room. As he swims, she turns and throws another bottle at the entry to the cavern. This one Rafayel catches neatly against his chest, spinning in a small spiral before coming to a stop against the other side of the cave. He holds the bottle up to his eye to examine the contents; deep red sediment rests at the bottom of the bottle, glimmering in the faint bio-luminescent light in the cavern.
"You don't need to come back until the potion is done, you know," she shoots over her shoulder, expression stormy as she crosses her arms.
He hums in acknowledgement but doesn't defend himself. He shakes the bottle, making the sediment swirl before his eyes before placing it down on a nearby shelf.
"It doesn't go there." She glares at him, and a tentacle snakes towards him, curling expectantly. Instead of handing it to her, he picks it back up and swims over to her. He leans over her shoulder; his long hair tickles down her back and makes her shiver involuntarily.
His hand braces on her shoulder as he floats slightly above her, surveying the shelf of ingredients with an impish smile. He places the bottle down on an empty space between a jar of abalone and a large chunk of quartz crystal. She sighs, reaching up with her hand to grab it and move it to the correct place.
Rafayel intercepts her, snatching the bottle back and ducking around to her other side with the bottle.
"Your system stinks; you should colour code everything so it's easy to find." Playfulness glints in the magenta of his eyes. She stares at him blankly.
"Maybe you Lemurians can discern colour well enough at this depth, but my current system works just fine for my less advanced eyes," she states matter-of-factually. He lifts his chin and quirks his head to the side, preening at the backhanded compliment.
She rolls her eyes at him, billowing out her tentacle arms to approach him and holding out her hand for the bottle. He stretches his arm out behind him, out of her reach. She fixes him with a stare, tentacles curling in frustration beneath her. His smirk doesn't budge as his hip fins flutter him closer to her, until they're nose to nose in the small space. Her eyes narrow to challenging slits. He meets her gaze evenly, unwavering.
One of her tentacle arms sidles up to his arm, encircling his bicep and twining up to his elbow. His muscles flex, trying to pull away as another two tentacles anchor themselves against the wall behind him, pinning him in place. His expression flashes with uncertainty as he realizes he's been trapped. She quirks her head to the side, eyebrow raised, letting him take in the full situation.
Two of her tentacles encircle his body, holding tight to the cavern wall to hold them both in place. Another stretches along his arm, the tip nudging open his closed hand to fetch the stolen bottle from his grasp. Rafayel thrashes his body once, but in the small space he can't get enough leverage to disentangle himself from the roiling mass of the Sea Witch's body.
He swallows hard, a flush creeping over his cheeks and making the fins on his ears flutter. Her tentacle forces open his hand and curls around the bottle, knocking it towards her body. She plucks it out of the water with her hand and inspects it, shooting a chastising look at Rafayel who remains entrapped.
She leans in, pressing her chest into his face as she places the bottle on the shelf behind him. She feels him freeze and stop struggling as her breasts graze his nose through the gauzy fabric draped over her body. She smirks in self-satisfaction, watching the sediments settle in the bottle and using a taloned finger to push it safely to the back of the shelf. She backs off, still holding him against the wall as she looks down on him.
His expression sends a thrill through her: pupils blown wide and glinting with flashes of blue, cheeks flushed making the aquamarine scales on his cheekbones shimmer even more fiercely in the low light. A shiver of sunset hued coral flits over her skin, mottling her camouflage with a ruddy blush. She wants to see more of that look on him.
Her free tentacles curl around themselves in anticipation and her hand finds its way into his long purple hair. Her fingernail scratches a spiral against his scalp as she twirls his silky tresses around her finger. Rafayel swallows hard, eyelashes fluttering.
"I knew the Sea Witch of the Abyssal Rift was feared by many, but I didn't think she captured poor unfortunate souls for the mere crime of incorrectly sorting potion ingredients." His voice is low, holding onto that playful lilt but with an undercurrent of trepidation. This is new; the tension between them is taut, like the rigging of a ship in a gale.
Her suckers squeeze along his arm, detaching and leaving behind a spiralling tattoo of circular marks. The tip of her tentacle teases along the inside of his palm, making his fingers twitch together. His gills flare, pushing water out in warm bursts that swirl between their bodies. His long tongue darts out, licking his lips. Her eyes are fixed on his plush lips as they part, and the bob of his throat as he swallows.
She had admired his beauty from the first day she had met him, when he had come to her with that request to become human. When he had left to fetch the ingredients, she had felt a sense of loss: if he succeeded, this beautiful Lemurian would be gone. No more shimmering tail sparkling with bioluminescence, no more glinting scales in the deep sea depths glowing like stars in the sky, no more gauzy fins draped like translucent silk floating in the water, no more shining aquamarine eyes that flash with mischief.
That alone seems like a crime worth punishing: taking away this beauty from the sea for what? Some human girl? That doesn't seem fair. Lemurians are ruled by love, but it makes them foolish.
Her hand slides down to cup his cheek, caressing the side of his face. The pad of her finger smears the glowing paint that adorns his cheekbone, bleeding down from the corner of his eye like a glistening tear. His eyelashes are so long and dark as they bat against her skin, tickling the back of her thumb.
"This Sea Witch has several reasons to punish naughty Lemurians." She meets his eye, tentacles blooming between them as they crawl up his abdomen. Suckers latch onto his chest, the tips of her tentacles swirl across his skin, tracing along the glowing paint and tugging against the chains of his body jewellery. A tentacle wraps around the meat of his pectoral and squeezes, suckers latching onto his nipple. He gasps in surprise, sharp teeth biting down on his lower lip.
He looks back up at her through his lashes, eyes full of desire. A single droplet of crimson blood dissipates from his lip where his teeth broke through the skin. Her siphons flare at her hips, pushing warm water saturated with the scent of him through her gills. A shiver of icy blue ripples down her body as she takes a deep breath.
"Your Magnificence," he starts to protest, the words thick on his tongue, "I already have a lover."
A sobering shock washes through her emotions, like the chill of descending through a thermocline. Her skin darkens, clouding over with a deep, roiling burgundy. Her lips twitch into a sneer. That human girl is ungrateful. She doesn't deserve this immortal life, she doesn't know what Rafayel is giving up for her, and how could she? She's only a human.
Her gaze turns cruel as she looks down on her prey; a wriggling sardine caught in the tangled web of her tentacles. She should show him what he's giving up by confining himself to land in the name of this love.
She doesn't say anything to him. Keeping him firmly ensnared in her tentacle arms, she drops her hand from his face and turns her upper body to the shelf beside her. This jar is kept tightly sealed; within lies a single frond of bitter, fermented sea grass. Rafayel watches her, chest still heaving as he struggles futilely against her grasp. She shoots him one more sidelong look before encircling the jar with a tentacle and unscrewing the lid beneath his nose.
Her brow is set with determination as she wafts the jar beneath his nose, permeating the water with the diffused scent of the herb. Rafayel's eyes flash with momentary betrayal before he closes them, turning his head to the side away from the jar. Her heart twists with guilt for a moment, but she steels herself and forces the jar beneath his nose. It's for his own benefit.
After a moment, his struggles weaken, lacking any heat as his skin heats beneath her. Scorching heat radiates from his skin as his eyes blink open; his pupils eclipse the sunset hues of his eyes and absorb all the light in the room. He angles his jaw and light flashes at the back of his eye, predatory.
A slow smile creeps up her lips. Her Lemurian toy is finally ready to play with.
Tentacles unfurl as she slides over his body, teasing and touching wherever she pleases. Rafayel protests weakly, soft sounds bubbling from his lips as she lingers on sensitive spots with her suckers. His body becomes tattooed with red suction marks. His gills work overtime, sucking in violent breaths and forcing hot water against her skin. She slides her fingers gingerly through his gills, letting the soft skin close over the digits and seeing him spasm at the sensation.
Her siphons flare with arousal and she spares a tentacle to rim the opening to her own gills. She shivers, goosebumps prickling over her upper body as a shock of deep aquamarine flares down her lower body. One of her hands draws back to her own body as well, circling at her breast through the thin fabric that covers her chest. Her lips part and she swallows hard, watching Rafayel stop fighting the sensations and start to lean into her touch.
Feeling triumphant, she grasps his chin with her hand, pulling him back to face her.
"Are you sure you want to give this up for some human girl?" She goads him, thumb and forefinger squishing his cheeks together.
He blinks up at her, eyes fighting for lucidity as he answers, "She has a temper like a storm…just like you, Your Magnificence…"
Indignant, green jealousy flashes through her, and her fingernails dig into his cheeks as she stares at him.
"I don't need to hear what you have to say, after all. Let me show you the pleasures that you're forfeiting so you can make an educated decision."
One of her tentacles unfurls up his neck, tip teasing across his plush lips. He looks up at her with wide eyes as it pushes into his mouth and slides to the back of his throat. She groans as she feels the warmth of his hot mouth enveloping her tentacle arm. She thrusts further, compressing and filling the space in his mouth. He gurgles but doesn't fight, a small stream of bubbles escaping the side of his mouth as his lips are stretched to accommodate. He groans around the intrusion, swallowing and sucking obediently.
Seeing his body loosen, she maneouvres to his side. Both of his hands are pinned behind him, pushing his chest forward. His tail fin flutters uselessly at the floor of the cave, gossamer hip fins chasing the warmth of her body. Following the line of his body chains, those soft scales just below where skin becomes scale begin to part. Beads of arousal drip down his tail as his cocks begin to emerge.
She slides the tips of two tentacles down his body, playing at those soft, sensitive scales, and watching as his whole body jerks in response. Drool escapes the corner of his mouth, dissipating in the water between them. Her hand releases his face and scrapes a line down his throat and chest, leaving a red trail of raised skin. The pads of her fingers catch on those first few scales but continue downwards to the slowly opening slit.
She leans in, perching her lips below his ear to whisper, "A human body doesn't have this."
Her fingers slip down and part the scales fully, tentacles slipping past the opening to wrap around the concealed cocks. Rafayel groans, the sound muffled to her ears but vibrating against her senses as she thrusts her tentacle into his mouth shallowly. Her breath shudders out of her, body flashing with myriad colours. Her tentacles squeeze and squirm as they retrieve his two cocks from their protective encasement.
She uses her fingers to part the scales before bringing them together and sliding into the now empty slit. Rafayel bucks into her hand, pushing her fingers deeper against his sensitive walls. She curls her fingers, beckoning inside him as her tentacles continue to pump and squeeze his cocks. Her other hand wraps around him to tease at his nipples. He whines and squirms, eyes squeezed shut. Glimmering pearls form at the corners of his eyes and fall to the floor with soft taps.
"Shhh, see how beautiful you are? A gorgeous creature, with the most lovely scales," she coos in his ear, tongue darting out to lick his quivering ear fins. "A human can't even see all the colours that shine on your magnificent tail."
"Tell me," her voice is commanding, "what's the name of your lover? Maybe I should visit her, see why you're so enraptured by her. A human that earned the undying love of a Lemurian, to make him forfeit his people, his body, his self. She must be very special."
She withdraws from his mouth, her suckers pulling his lower lips down into a pout as she gives him a chance to speak. Rafayel blinks heavy eyelids as he looks at her, skin flushed and completely covered in scratches and blooms of hickeys.
"My love, she's captivating like the sea… her laugh is like the dancing sea spray," he gasps the words out, brow furrowing as she continues to play with him. Her tentacles squeeze and pump the slick lengths of his cocks, pointed tips slipping into the slit at the top of each. He bucks against her hand again, forcing her fingers deeper into himself as he humps against her.
"That's not what I asked for." She stops moving. Everything stops. The grip on his cocks loosens to a teasing graze, the suckers on his chest unlatch and tickle over his skin, her fingers withdraw from his slit trailing arousal fluid in a sticky bridge between her hand and his body.
He whines, as she repositions to hold him in place. A tentacle wraps around his throat, teasing at his lips.
"Tell me." Her voice is firm as her grip tightens on his neck. He looks up at her, pathetic, ruined, mind bleary from the fragrant herbs.
The word that spills from his lips is so unexpected, so joyous that her whole body shivers and squeezes around him. It's her name.
Every inch of her bunches and tenses, squeezing and swirling and sucking and sticking. The suddenness of it all makes him throw his head back, baring his throat as he comes. Glistening milt spurts between them as Rafayel moans. She tenses in elation as her own pleasure bursts within her, colours rippling over her skin as ecstasy shivers up her spine.
So overtaken, she grasps him, lips pressing over his and encompassing his mouth in a hungry kiss. He moans against her lips, long tongue snaking into her mouth and exploring her teeth. Her fingers knot in his long hair, tugging at the root as she latches onto him.
She feels the pearls of his tears fall against her nose and cheeks. Confused, she withdraws and searches his eyes. Rafayel looks up at her with wet eyes full of guilt, she doesn't even notice that he's freed his hand until it presses a bottle to her lips. She swallows in surprise and balloons across the room away from him.
"You can't remember yet. It's for the best." He watches her and more pearls litter the floor.
She flashes magenta, furious, but her movements are lethargic, slow. Her eyes blink and fall heavily.
"I'll sing to you tomorrow, my beloved bride."
dividers by @/cafekitsune
A/N
HIHIIIIII!!! I banged this out in one day to try to make it for Mermay, and I DID! but i forgot to post to tumblr until after midnight D:
In any case, i know this isn't everyone's cup of tea and I expect that! But i think that their relationship in this iteration is so gorgeous.... I also was incredibly inspired by this art by RelmOfNope on twitter!!!
https://x.com/RelmOfNope/status/2059724298407886852?s=20
The Sea Witch is brewing a potion and is finding her Lemurian visitor more of an annoyance than usual.
When did she start thinking of him as her Lemurian…?
Tags: Femdom, Yandere!MC, Octopus mermaid sea witch, tentacles, Lemurian!Rafayel, double lemurian dick, merman slit (or mermussy, if you will), LOTS of suction hickeys
Read on Ao3 or under the cut!
The bottle jets across the room, smashing into the shelf. The contents disperse in the water with a puff before settling to the floor of the cavern. Irate grumbles echo down the entry to the cavern as the Sea Witch inspects and discards her reagents and ingredients.
Rafayel peeks his head into the cavern tentatively, dodging a preserved sea cucumber as it torpedoes past his nose. It continues in a line all the way out of the cavern, trailing bubbles in its wake. He watches it for a moment before turning his head back towards the woman in the cave.
She mutters under her breath, using her tentacles to pull herself along the shelves and hold bottles up for comparison as she ransacks her own materials in search of something specific. The elastic textured skin on her lower half flares fuchsia in frustration, the colour rippling down her body from her waist to the tips of each tentacle arm.
Rafayel smiles as he watches her, fondness beating in his heart. He swishes his tail to propel himself into the room. As he swims, she turns and throws another bottle at the entry to the cavern. This one Rafayel catches neatly against his chest, spinning in a small spiral before coming to a stop against the other side of the cave. He holds the bottle up to his eye to examine the contents; deep red sediment rests at the bottom of the bottle, glimmering in the faint bio-luminescent light in the cavern.
"You don't need to come back until the potion is done, you know," she shoots over her shoulder, expression stormy as she crosses her arms.
He hums in acknowledgement but doesn't defend himself. He shakes the bottle, making the sediment swirl before his eyes before placing it down on a nearby shelf.
"It doesn't go there." She glares at him, and a tentacle snakes towards him, curling expectantly. Instead of handing it to her, he picks it back up and swims over to her. He leans over her shoulder; his long hair tickles down her back and makes her shiver involuntarily.
His hand braces on her shoulder as he floats slightly above her, surveying the shelf of ingredients with an impish smile. He places the bottle down on an empty space between a jar of abalone and a large chunk of quartz crystal. She sighs, reaching up with her hand to grab it and move it to the correct place.
Rafayel intercepts her, snatching the bottle back and ducking around to her other side with the bottle.
"Your system stinks; you should colour code everything so it's easy to find." Playfulness glints in the magenta of his eyes. She stares at him blankly.
"Maybe you Lemurians can discern colour well enough at this depth, but my current system works just fine for my less advanced eyes," she states matter-of-factually. He lifts his chin and quirks his head to the side, preening at the backhanded compliment.
She rolls her eyes at him, billowing out her tentacle arms to approach him and holding out her hand for the bottle. He stretches his arm out behind him, out of her reach. She fixes him with a stare, tentacles curling in frustration beneath her. His smirk doesn't budge as his hip fins flutter him closer to her, until they're nose to nose in the small space. Her eyes narrow to challenging slits. He meets her gaze evenly, unwavering.
One of her tentacle arms sidles up to his arm, encircling his bicep and twining up to his elbow. His muscles flex, trying to pull away as another two tentacles anchor themselves against the wall behind him, pinning him in place. His expression flashes with uncertainty as he realizes he's been trapped. She quirks her head to the side, eyebrow raised, letting him take in the full situation.
Two of her tentacles encircle his body, holding tight to the cavern wall to hold them both in place. Another stretches along his arm, the tip nudging open his closed hand to fetch the stolen bottle from his grasp. Rafayel thrashes his body once, but in the small space he can't get enough leverage to disentangle himself from the roiling mass of the Sea Witch's body.
He swallows hard, a flush creeping over his cheeks and making the fins on his ears flutter. Her tentacle forces open his hand and curls around the bottle, knocking it towards her body. She plucks it out of the water with her hand and inspects it, shooting a chastising look at Rafayel who remains entrapped.
She leans in, pressing her chest into his face as she places the bottle on the shelf behind him. She feels him freeze and stop struggling as her breasts graze his nose through the gauzy fabric draped over her body. She smirks in self-satisfaction, watching the sediments settle in the bottle and using a taloned finger to push it safely to the back of the shelf. She backs off, still holding him against the wall as she looks down on him.
His expression sends a thrill through her: pupils blown wide and glinting with flashes of blue, cheeks flushed making the aquamarine scales on his cheekbones shimmer even more fiercely in the low light. A shiver of sunset hued coral flits over her skin, mottling her camouflage with a ruddy blush. She wants to see more of that look on him.
Her free tentacles curl around themselves in anticipation and her hand finds its way into his long purple hair. Her fingernail scratches a spiral against his scalp as she twirls his silky tresses around her finger. Rafayel swallows hard, eyelashes fluttering.
"I knew the Sea Witch of the Abyssal Rift was feared by many, but I didn't think she captured poor unfortunate souls for the mere crime of incorrectly sorting potion ingredients." His voice is low, holding onto that playful lilt but with an undercurrent of trepidation. This is new; the tension between them is taut, like the rigging of a ship in a gale.
Her suckers squeeze along his arm, detaching and leaving behind a spiralling tattoo of circular marks. The tip of her tentacle teases along the inside of his palm, making his fingers twitch together. His gills flare, pushing water out in warm bursts that swirl between their bodies. His long tongue darts out, licking his lips. Her eyes are fixed on his plush lips as they part, and the bob of his throat as he swallows.
She had admired his beauty from the first day she had met him, when he had come to her with that request to become human. When he had left to fetch the ingredients, she had felt a sense of loss: if he succeeded, this beautiful Lemurian would be gone. No more shimmering tail sparkling with bioluminescence, no more glinting scales in the deep sea depths glowing like stars in the sky, no more gauzy fins draped like translucent silk floating in the water, no more shining aquamarine eyes that flash with mischief.
That alone seems like a crime worth punishing: taking away this beauty from the sea for what? Some human girl? That doesn't seem fair. Lemurians are ruled by love, but it makes them foolish.
Her hand slides down to cup his cheek, caressing the side of his face. The pad of her finger smears the glowing paint that adorns his cheekbone, bleeding down from the corner of his eye like a glistening tear. His eyelashes are so long and dark as they bat against her skin, tickling the back of her thumb.
"This Sea Witch has several reasons to punish naughty Lemurians." She meets his eye, tentacles blooming between them as they crawl up his abdomen. Suckers latch onto his chest, the tips of her tentacles swirl across his skin, tracing along the glowing paint and tugging against the chains of his body jewellery. A tentacle wraps around the meat of his pectoral and squeezes, suckers latching onto his nipple. He gasps in surprise, sharp teeth biting down on his lower lip.
He looks back up at her through his lashes, eyes full of desire. A single droplet of crimson blood dissipates from his lip where his teeth broke through the skin. Her siphons flare at her hips, pushing warm water saturated with the scent of him through her gills. A shiver of icy blue ripples down her body as she takes a deep breath.
"Your Magnificence," he starts to protest, the words thick on his tongue, "I already have a lover."
A sobering shock washes through her emotions, like the chill of descending through a thermocline. Her skin darkens, clouding over with a deep, roiling burgundy. Her lips twitch into a sneer. That human girl is ungrateful. She doesn't deserve this immortal life, she doesn't know what Rafayel is giving up for her, and how could she? She's only a human.
Her gaze turns cruel as she looks down on her prey; a wriggling sardine caught in the tangled web of her tentacles. She should show him what he's giving up by confining himself to land in the name of this love.
She doesn't say anything to him. Keeping him firmly ensnared in her tentacle arms, she drops her hand from his face and turns her upper body to the shelf beside her. This jar is kept tightly sealed; within lies a single frond of bitter, fermented sea grass. Rafayel watches her, chest still heaving as he struggles futilely against her grasp. She shoots him one more sidelong look before encircling the jar with a tentacle and unscrewing the lid beneath his nose.
Her brow is set with determination as she wafts the jar beneath his nose, permeating the water with the diffused scent of the herb. Rafayel's eyes flash with momentary betrayal before he closes them, turning his head to the side away from the jar. Her heart twists with guilt for a moment, but she steels herself and forces the jar beneath his nose. It's for his own benefit.
After a moment, his struggles weaken, lacking any heat as his skin heats beneath her. Scorching heat radiates from his skin as his eyes blink open; his pupils eclipse the sunset hues of his eyes and absorb all the light in the room. He angles his jaw and light flashes at the back of his eye, predatory.
A slow smile creeps up her lips. Her Lemurian toy is finally ready to play with.
Tentacles unfurl as she slides over his body, teasing and touching wherever she pleases. Rafayel protests weakly, soft sounds bubbling from his lips as she lingers on sensitive spots with her suckers. His body becomes tattooed with red suction marks. His gills work overtime, sucking in violent breaths and forcing hot water against her skin. She slides her fingers gingerly through his gills, letting the soft skin close over the digits and seeing him spasm at the sensation.
Her siphons flare with arousal and she spares a tentacle to rim the opening to her own gills. She shivers, goosebumps prickling over her upper body as a shock of deep aquamarine flares down her lower body. One of her hands draws back to her own body as well, circling at her breast through the thin fabric that covers her chest. Her lips part and she swallows hard, watching Rafayel stop fighting the sensations and start to lean into her touch.
Feeling triumphant, she grasps his chin with her hand, pulling him back to face her.
"Are you sure you want to give this up for some human girl?" She goads him, thumb and forefinger squishing his cheeks together.
He blinks up at her, eyes fighting for lucidity as he answers, "She has a temper like a storm…just like you, Your Magnificence…"
Indignant, green jealousy flashes through her, and her fingernails dig into his cheeks as she stares at him.
"I don't need to hear what you have to say, after all. Let me show you the pleasures that you're forfeiting so you can make an educated decision."
One of her tentacles unfurls up his neck, tip teasing across his plush lips. He looks up at her with wide eyes as it pushes into his mouth and slides to the back of his throat. She groans as she feels the warmth of his hot mouth enveloping her tentacle arm. She thrusts further, compressing and filling the space in his mouth. He gurgles but doesn't fight, a small stream of bubbles escaping the side of his mouth as his lips are stretched to accommodate. He groans around the intrusion, swallowing and sucking obediently.
Seeing his body loosen, she maneouvres to his side. Both of his hands are pinned behind him, pushing his chest forward. His tail fin flutters uselessly at the floor of the cave, gossamer hip fins chasing the warmth of her body. Following the line of his body chains, those soft scales just below where skin becomes scale begin to part. Beads of arousal drip down his tail as his cocks begin to emerge.
She slides the tips of two tentacles down his body, playing at those soft, sensitive scales, and watching as his whole body jerks in response. Drool escapes the corner of his mouth, dissipating in the water between them. Her hand releases his face and scrapes a line down his throat and chest, leaving a red trail of raised skin. The pads of her fingers catch on those first few scales but continue downwards to the slowly opening slit.
She leans in, perching her lips below his ear to whisper, "A human body doesn't have this."
Her fingers slip down and part the scales fully, tentacles slipping past the opening to wrap around the concealed cocks. Rafayel groans, the sound muffled to her ears but vibrating against her senses as she thrusts her tentacle into his mouth shallowly. Her breath shudders out of her, body flashing with myriad colours. Her tentacles squeeze and squirm as they retrieve his two cocks from their protective encasement.
She uses her fingers to part the scales before bringing them together and sliding into the now empty slit. Rafayel bucks into her hand, pushing her fingers deeper against his sensitive walls. She curls her fingers, beckoning inside him as her tentacles continue to pump and squeeze his cocks. Her other hand wraps around him to tease at his nipples. He whines and squirms, eyes squeezed shut. Glimmering pearls form at the corners of his eyes and fall to the floor with soft taps.
"Shhh, see how beautiful you are? A gorgeous creature, with the most lovely scales," she coos in his ear, tongue darting out to lick his quivering ear fins. "A human can't even see all the colours that shine on your magnificent tail."
"Tell me," her voice is commanding, "what's the name of your lover? Maybe I should visit her, see why you're so enraptured by her. A human that earned the undying love of a Lemurian, to make him forfeit his people, his body, his self. She must be very special."
She withdraws from his mouth, her suckers pulling his lower lips down into a pout as she gives him a chance to speak. Rafayel blinks heavy eyelids as he looks at her, skin flushed and completely covered in scratches and blooms of hickeys.
"My love, she's captivating like the sea… her laugh is like the dancing sea spray," he gasps the words out, brow furrowing as she continues to play with him. Her tentacles squeeze and pump the slick lengths of his cocks, pointed tips slipping into the slit at the top of each. He bucks against her hand again, forcing her fingers deeper into himself as he humps against her.
"That's not what I asked for." She stops moving. Everything stops. The grip on his cocks loosens to a teasing graze, the suckers on his chest unlatch and tickle over his skin, her fingers withdraw from his slit trailing arousal fluid in a sticky bridge between her hand and his body.
He whines, as she repositions to hold him in place. A tentacle wraps around his throat, teasing at his lips.
"Tell me." Her voice is firm as her grip tightens on his neck. He looks up at her, pathetic, ruined, mind bleary from the fragrant herbs.
The word that spills from his lips is so unexpected, so joyous that her whole body shivers and squeezes around him. It's her name.
Every inch of her bunches and tenses, squeezing and swirling and sucking and sticking. The suddenness of it all makes him throw his head back, baring his throat as he comes. Glistening milt spurts between them as Rafayel moans. She tenses in elation as her own pleasure bursts within her, colours rippling over her skin as ecstasy shivers up her spine.
So overtaken, she grasps him, lips pressing over his and encompassing his mouth in a hungry kiss. He moans against her lips, long tongue snaking into her mouth and exploring her teeth. Her fingers knot in his long hair, tugging at the root as she latches onto him.
She feels the pearls of his tears fall against her nose and cheeks. Confused, she withdraws and searches his eyes. Rafayel looks up at her with wet eyes full of guilt, she doesn't even notice that he's freed his hand until it presses a bottle to her lips. She swallows in surprise and balloons across the room away from him.
"You can't remember yet. It's for the best." He watches her and more pearls litter the floor.
She flashes magenta, furious, but her movements are lethargic, slow. Her eyes blink and fall heavily.
"I'll sing to you tomorrow, my beloved bride."
dividers by @/cafekitsune
A/N
HIHIIIIII!!! I banged this out in one day to try to make it for Mermay, and I DID! but i forgot to post to tumblr until after midnight D:
In any case, i know this isn't everyone's cup of tea and I expect that! But i think that their relationship in this iteration is so gorgeous.... I also was incredibly inspired by this art by RelmOfNope on twitter!!!
https://x.com/RelmOfNope/status/2059724298407886852?s=20
