I noticed yesterday that I apparently don't have a master thread of all the Lemuria pieces from Phase 1, so here they are again as a refreshes to see how far we've come since the Cretaceous.
â° summary: Rafayel's beloved bride is gone and he couldn't save her
â° pairing: Rafayel x reader
â° content: angst, no comfort, sea god rafayel, fem reader
â° w/c: 403
â° notes: Rafayel sea god of lemuria omg. when watching the trailer, at first i was horny but then i cried and then i kept seeing angsty stuff so heres this angsty drabble of mc dying đđ, peep the quotes from canon
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âStay. Stay with meâŠplease.â
Warm tears dripped from his dark eyes. The ocean swelled in sorrow beneath him as the sun beat down on his bare shoulders. Rafayel begged for you to hold on, to not let go. The limp weight of your body weighed heavily in his arms. The blood from the stab wound that he was forced to commit flooded into the water. It spread in a pool around Rafayelâs waist, staining his skin and scales. As if he needs another reminder of how he failed his beloved bride. The sound of the knife piercing your delicate flesh with his own hands is sure to mock him in his nightmares.
âOur bondâŠit cannot end this way! I wonât allow it!â Rafayel cried out, his heart aches like the oceanâs pressure is crushing his soul.
âI love you RafayelâŠâ The light from your eyes fades faster and faster. Rafayel is distraught. Pleading for you to keep living, desperate promises of healing you fall on your deaf ears as your heartbeat stops. He stops. The only sounds he can he are his own heavy breathing and the waves crashing against each other. His beloved bride. Is gone? Sheâs gone.
âNo! No no no!â The Sea God mournfully sobbed. Pressing your cooling body to his own, Rafayel tries to envelop you in his embrace one last time but the lack of movement and life within your mortal body only serves to remind him how he failed you. What kind of god is he if he cannot keep his love alive? He presses his face into your neck, if only to breathe you in again while his hands caress your hair.
He gets a few seconds of you in his embrace before your physical body withers. Your body turns to dust and fades away. Nothing is left of you. Rafayel weeps. His tears drip down his face, turning into opalescent pearls as they fall into the ocean by the dozen. He stays where you left him. Even as the sun rises and falls, even as the oceanâs tides move from high to low, Rafayel stays stuck in place. Any remnants of pink, gone. The signature Lemurian colour for happiness is drained from his body. His hair is tainted a dark blue. His scales shimmer a glossy blue, the pink sheen lost.
The Sea God waits for a long, long time, yet you never appear again.
just thinking about how rafayel would've gone against his cultural upbringing ââ lemuria's customs and values about peace, love and freedom that directly opposes warfare ââ and chose to personally avenge all the lemurians who were wronged or targeted... using violence, manipulation, killing, ranking 6th at the wanted list... my man is in pain all the time.
đâïœĄËââ đđ«§đŒ Ë°Messages from the bottom of the sea ° ËđŒđ«§đâ âËïœĄâđ
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disclaimer: Please remember, this is just a general reading from the collective, apply how it might resonate and take in consideration that tarot readings are not 100% real, you have the power to change your life and yourself anytime. Also please, regarding any kind of health issues this is no game, go to a doctor, I or spirit will never give you any advice regarding your health in this blog.
pile 1
Pile one, the first message that I got is mermaids want you to feel at home, to love yourself and set yourself free. Invest in yourself by letting go of any attachment to anyone or anything that might hinder your abilities or your ideas. You are an amazing beacon of light and there's people and habits that aren't helping your highest good!! trust your intuition when your body tells you something or someone isn't good for you long term and set strong boundaries. Remember a boundary is something like "look if you are going to do this, I don't like it and if you repeat it I'm not talking to you anymore" and they are not saying "please stop doing this". After stating your boundary if they do not want to listen, leave, you warned them, there's nothing more you can do about it! you'r safety and your wellbeing go first.
â.àłàż:đŒâ.àłàż:â
Pile 2
Pile 2, I sense you have a spiritual friend from another life who wants to reconnect with you. As the message is strong and god/the universe embraces you and helps you manage your situation, take time to breathe and take a leap of faith in this project or dream that you have. Everyone in the spiritual realm is rooting for you, mermaids, dragons and water elementals are all here to see you succeed in life, whether it is a dream, something you want to master or something like overcoming a fear, you have what it takes to do it. Trust in the universe and the divine, you are being supported!
â.àłàż:đŒâ.àłàż:â
Pile 3
Hi pile 3, I have a question, how are you expanding your mind right now? this isn't channeled, this comes from a book of answers... so If there's any question running your mind right now ( or something, whatever it is) How is it helping you expand? is it really useful for you? I have the feeling you are going through a deep transformation and spirit is protecting you and holding you so tight it might feel suffocating.On the bright side of this : you are not alone, they are there to help you find out what's going on and how do you want to transform! Remember to take your time, and progress slowly, it is better to take three steps than to take none in fear of doing it wrong.
Summary: Rafayel always considered him to be the shameless one in the relationship, but his trip has proved that you can give him a run for his money. And what is he to do when his girl gets all worked up, miles and miles away, and decides to tease him oh so shamelessly?
Word Count: 3,547 words
Warnings: sexual content (18+, mdni), painted nails, long distance, established relationship, mention of lemurian biology (heat), raf's a tad possessive
18+ Warnings: sexting, female masturbation, phone sex, male masturbation, mentions of sex toys (used by fem reader), handjob, hand kink (i guess?), reader is typically the quiet type during sex, rafayel's the loud one, rafayel calls reader nicknames (bride, cutie, sweetheart), dominant Raf
Notes: Filth! Inspired by the nail polish that I bought because it reminded me of raf, only to have this nasty thought right after.
â Continue below the fold â
By now, two weeks into this horribly long research trip turned nightmare without you by his side, Rafayel should have known better than to open your texts in public. Especially right before he had a meeting, one Thomas had made sure there was no getting out of. But he did, because he missed you, and it was late, so you were probably just about to go to bed and he couldn't not tell his cutie good nightâ
Rafayel's cheeks and ears went red and he shut his screen off very, very quickly. He covered the small yelp that slipped out of him with a cough behind his hand.
A few very agonizing moments passed, in which he discreetly looked around to make sure no one had been seated behind him and that not a single person in the cafe the meeting was happening at had seen you in all your beautiful, wet, naked glory.
His phone dinged. He read the notification, not daring to open his phone, knowing the video you had sent him would still be visible. Thank God he'd had the volume off.
bride <3: need you so much, rafa, miss you so much
Rafayel's heart clenched. But before he could respond, the door jingled open and Thomas and a man in a suit was striding toward him, hand outstretched. Rafayel quickly put his phone away and waved away the handshake, insisting that his visitor sitâcompletely out of friendliness, of course, and not to hide the raging boner he was sporting, and would be stuck with for the duration of the meeting.
~â~
Rafayel stumbled into his hotel room, palming himself through his pants at just the thought of opening your naughty text. You'd sent him a dozen more messages while he had been trapped in that meeting, and half a dozen more while he was driving back to the hotel. He hadn't dared open all of them, knowing that he'd crash the car if he did.
Now his phone was in his hand as he threw himself onto the bed. He wiggled to get comfortable as he unlocked his phone with shaking hands. There you were in your first video, legs spread for him, pussy positioned in the exact center of the screen. Two of your fingers were already inside of you, pumping slowly, lazily. Rafayel hastily turned up the volume on the video, the other hand unbuckling his belt and shoving his zipper down.
You were panting softly, but not loud enough to drown out the squelching sound of your pussy. Rafayel whined. And, as if you'd somehow heard him, you said, "Shit, Rafayel... I need you, baby, miss you." You pulled your fingers out of yourself and started rubbing your clit slowly. Rafayel's hand dived into his pants. "Wanna crawl into bed with you, Rafa. So tired of you bein' away from me for someâfor some artist. So tired of being apart..." You sighed softly, walls clenching around nothing. Your fingers rubbed over your folds. "Need your fucking cock..."
Rafayel's jaw was slack and he was only partly hearing your mumbling. His eyes were locked on your fingertipsâon your nails as you once again began rubbing your clit in that needy way of yours, far less effective than his own method but gorgeous to watch nonetheless.
But that wasn't important right. What was important was the color of your nails. Painted a soft, shimmery lilacâhis lilac. A shade just lighter than his hair. It was the color of the water reflecting off of his eyes. It was the color of the tie you'd bought him for his last exhibition. You had heels that color to match. It was the color of the wisteria that you'd surrounded yourselves with in spring.
It was the color of his love for you. The color he associated with you, and the color you associated with him. And it was on your nails as you pleasured yourself, moaning his name.
Hypnotized by the sight, Rafayel moved his hand along his cock at the same pace that you fucked yourself with your fingers. You were getting louder, whinier, as you grew more and more desperate.
"Rafayel," you whined, your hips twitching off the mattress before you caught yourself, wanting him to see you. The way you said his name had him groaning, eyes rolling back briefly, his tip drooling. Even without seeing the mess he was making, he knew these boxers were ruined.
Your hand was slapping against your pussy as you fucked yourself, panting. Though your sounds were minimal, your body was telling on itself. Your chest heaved, nipples visible through the shirt you were wearingâhis shirt, to be accurate. Every so often, tremors rippled through your thighs, and Rafayel was pleased to see that his love bites from the night before he left were still there, fading into pale bruises. Your labia were shining with your slick, which ribboned between all of your fingers.
Rafayel shoved his pants off, kicking them and his boxers somewhere into his hotel room. He gripped himself tight, hand squeezing at his hard cock. Pre-cum dribbled from the tip and coated his knuckles. He let out a loud, satisfied whimper as his thumb swiped over his head and brought the excess down. It wasn't your tongue, but it would do for now, and it still made his whole body shudder.
Your movements abruptly stopped and you huffed. You glared at the camera and he got the sudden feeling that he'd done something wrong, until he realized you looked like you were about to cry. "Can't do it," you complained. "I can't cum without you."
He gasped, back arching off the bed. He pumped himself faster, squeezed a little harder. "She needs me," he mumbled. "My gorgeous girl needs me."
The video ended there. He whined in protest as your sounds cut off. There were at least four other videos, the rest all highly descriptive naughty texts except for one voice note he was sure would have him cumming on the spot. But at that particular momentâ11:43:08, to be exactâRafayel didn't care about the stuff you'd sent him. He needed you in real time.
He hit the call button before he had the time to talk himself out of waking you up. The phone rang once and the guilt hit him, even as his hand groped at his dick. Surely she won't mind waking up to me needing her? She likes it at home... But isn't this the equivalent of a booty call?
But he needn't have worried. You picked up before the third ring and your voice was desperate as you gasped, "Rafayel!"
"Cutie," he whispered. "Youâ You're still awake?"
You moaned into the phone and the rare loudness from you sent a tingly thrill up Rafayel's spine. "Didn't you see my texts? I can't fucking sleep, Rafa, I'm too horny and I can't make myself cum. You've broken me."
"Oh, I haven't broken you, beloved," he cooed. "I've just made you perfect for me."
You groaned and Rafayel heard the sound of your hitting the mattress as you flopped. "Help me, you possessive fuck," you snapped, only playfully annoyed. "Help me cum."
He grinned, forcing himself to pull his hand away from his cock. He laid it on his thigh instead, digging his fingers into his flesh to stop himself. "You really can't do it without me?"
You huffed. "I've tried everything. All the usual methods. I've tried the vibrator, the dildo you had molded after yourself, shoving my face into your pillow, spraying your cologne in the room, using the old videos you've sent meânothing's working!"
Rafayel cooedâa soft, sympathetic, melodic sound Lemurians often reserved for their mates. "Oh, sweetheart... You just need to hear me, don't you?"
A moment of quiet, then a soft whimper that had him twitching without being touched. "Yeah, I... I thought it might help to...to hear you."
A grin split his face. "Don't be embarrassed, cutie. You know I'm more than happy to talk you through it... C'mon, talk to me. Tell me how much you need me."
You moaned, high and thin, and Rafayel reveled in the sound. "Haven't I done that already?" you complained. But when he just chuckled, low and demanding, you seemed to recognize the sound. Within seconds, you were babbling. "I'm... I'm layin' in bed, naked, on top of the covers. I've got your sweater next to meâI'm gonna have to wash it, I dropped the vibrator on it and its, uh, covered in meâ"
Rafayel groaned loudly, clutching his cock. His hips bucked into his hand, desperate. "Fuck, cutie, don'tâdon't wash it. I wanna smell you first."
Fabric rustled across the phone line. "Okay," you breathed, and Rafayel could just picture the way your chest had to be heaving. "Fuck, Rafa, my pussy's so wet. I'm so sensitive, but... Doesn't feel good without you."
"Oh, sweet girl," he murmured. "Let me take care of you, okay?" You hummed on the other side of the line and he stroked his cock once, imaging you humming with him in your mouth. "Are you wet enough to take my cock?"
You groaned and the sheets rustled again. Rafayel closed his eyes and saw you behind his lids, sprawled on his bed, clamping your legs together, throwing your head back, an arch in your spine. "Yes, yes, too wet!"
"No such thing, cutie," he murmured. "I'll drown in everything you give me."
You whined again and he laughed.
"Alright, alright, I'll stop teasing. I want you to take the dildo and slowlyâslowlyâslide it in, okay? Inch by inch, cutie."
It was quiet except for rustling as you moved, undoubtedly reaching for your dildo. It was rare that you obeyed him without question, but he loved when you did, when you were needy like this, when all you wanted was him.
You must have also moved the phone closer to your cunt, because soon all Rafayel could hear was the soft, wet squelch of your pussy welcoming in the toy. He gripped his cock, squeezing, a glob of pearly cum oozing from his tip.
"Fuck, cutie," he groaned, panting into the phone. "You sound... Gods, you sound fucking divine."
"It's halfway," you whispered.
"Good girl," he murmured. "Push it all the way, you can take it, you always do. But don't fuck yourself yet, alright?"
You huffed. "Whyâwhy not?" Oh, that stutter. You were desperate, weren't you? The thought made Rafayel's grin widen. He was sure he looked like a madman, fisting his cock as tight as he was, grin as big as it was.
"The dildo's not the main attraction, cutie," he said. "Your pretty fingers are the stars tonight."
You giggled, breathless. "You noticed the nails, huh? Whatcha think of 'em?"
Rafayel lowered his phone toward his pelvis, letting you hear the schlick, schlick, schlick! of his hand stroking his cock. Even with his phone far from his ear, he heard your moan, almost pornographic, in response.
"That's what I think," he breathed. "You've got my dick so hard it hurts."
"That...that makes two of us," you stuttered. "Fuck, Rafa, can I please just fuck myselfâ?"
"Not yet," he said. "I'm just giving you something to clench around when you finally cum, sweetheart."
Another whine slipped from your lips. "Make me cum, Rafa, baby, please."
Rafayel grinned. He gripped his dick at the base, watching more pearly pre-cum dribble down his length. "Take those pretty fingers of yours and put two on your clit for me," he instructed, "and start to circle. Slowly, sweetie, like I do when I'm warming you up."
"But I'm already warmed up," you mumbled.
"Trust me," he said. "It'll help. I always make you cum, don't I?"
"Yes," you whispered. Your breath hitched and he knew you'd found your clitâundoubtedly puffy and flushed from being played with for so long. "Tell...tell me what you're doing. Please?"
He chuckled. He watched himself jerk off, talking slowly. "I'm stroking myself for you, cutie. So hard it hurts, you know. Just wish I could sink into your pretty pussy, make us both feel so damn good." He groaned, missing the feeling of you even more. "Fuck, cutie... I'm fucking my hand. Dripping all over the place. You hear that?"
Once again, he set his phone on his abdomen. His cock jumped as he swiped his thumb over the tip, collecting the pre-cum and slicking it over himself. He fucked his hand quickly. You moaned and Rafayel quickly turned up the volume on his phone, all the way to the max.
"Fuck, Rafa," you groaned. "You sound...you sound..." You cut yourself off with another loud moan. He pictured your body twisting, your legs threatening to close without his hands to keep you spread open.
Rafayel chuckled. "You sound wrecked, sweetheart. Keep those fingers circling that pretty clit, okay? Fuck, I'm gonna suck on it for hours when I get home, I promise." You whimpered. Rafayel swore the sounds of you got louder, wetter. "Yeah, that's it. That's it. Just keep going, just keep... Ngh, fuck!" He bit his lip as his cock jumped in his hand.
You whined. "Rafa, if you cum before me, I swearâ"
"Not cumming," he promised. "Just imagining you clenching down on me. You clenching on that toy yet?"
"Yes," you admitted, shameless in the way you'd learned to be with him. It made his chest swell.
"Good, good," he huffed. He forced himself to stop his hand, flexing his fingers in the air above it. "Want you to be able to clench down on it when you cum. I know how much you like that."
"Do like that," you agreed, voice a little far away. Rafayel could just picture the way your eyes were getting glassy, the color high in your cheeks, the way your breasts were heaving.
His hand wrapped around his cock again. He squeezed the base, then the head. More cum dribbled out of him. What a waste, staining these hotel sheets. How my beloved bride would beg for it inside...
"Rafa, think I'm..."
"You're close, sweetheart," he murmured. "I can hear it. You're almost at that edge... Tell me what you're doing, tell me what works."
"Rocking my hips," you murmured. "Fuck, still rubbing my clit like you...like you told me. Oh, shit. Rafa, ah! I'm gonnaâ"
"That's it," he breathed. "You're almost there, you're doing so good."
"Feels so good," you moaned.
"Fuck yourself," he ordered. "Those deep, brief thrusts I do, cutie, just move that toy a little bit."
A brief moment of rustling, then a harsh, broken moan. Rafayel's eyes rolled into the back of his head, his hips jerking.
"Cumming!" you cried out.
"Lemme hear you," Rafayel begged. "Cutie, please, let me hear you."
Mercifully, you didn't try to quiet your cries. The little "ah, ah, ah!" that fell from your lips had him holding back his orgasm through gritted teeth.
"Cutie, I'm right behind you," he gasped. He wasn't sure you'd even heard or processed what he said before he was cumming, vision going white. He squeezed himself, jerking himself through his orgasm like you so often did. His cum splattered all over his hand and stomach.
The silence that followed from the both of you was deafening. He could vaguely hear your panting through the phone, aware of his own more than yours.
A very quiet "Rafa?" broke the silence.
"I'm here," he murmured. "Fuck, cutie, that was... Do you feel better?"
"Mhm," you said. "I'm...I'm so sleepy now."
Rafayel smiled. "Go to sleep, cutie. I'll be home soon, and I'll make it all up to you. I promise."
You hummed. "You better."
"I promise."
"Stay on the phone with me?"
"Of course."
~â~
You were waiting at the door when Rafayel arrived home, a suitcase and carry-on in tow. He dropped every bag he had to catch you as you ran into his arms.
With your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, you clung to him like a koala and let him carry you back into the house.
"Missed me, did you?" he murmured, kissing your temple.
"You have no idea," you said into his neck.
Rafayel grinned. "Oh, I think I do."
He set you down and shut the door behind him. You took his hand, placing yours very pointedly on top of his.
"Look, Rafa," you said when he only raised a brow at you. He looked down at your handâand felt his stomach flip at the sight of your nails, that same shimmery purple from your videos. Voice low, you added, "It's a fresh coat, just for you."
He groaned into a laugh. "Oh, cutie," he murmured. "This color is dangerous, I tell you. Be careful when I'm in heat, I can't promise I'll stop myself."
You grinned. "Who said I want you to stop yourself?"
He scooped you back up, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck. "Fuck, you're perfect."
He carried you to the bedroom and settled you gracefully amongst the blankets. He stepped back to admire you, centered perfectly in his bed, your hair splayed out.
My bride. My goddess.
"Let me take care of you," he whispered, beginning to kneel at the edge of the bed.
You sat up quickly. "Wait, no. Not yet." You patted the edge of the bed. "You first."
"Me first?"
You coaxed him to sit on the bed and knelt before him, your hands already pulling down his pants. "Let me return the favor from the other night."
"Oh, cutie, you don't have toâ"
"I want to."
So Rafayel didn't protest as you pulled his semi-hard cock out of his underwear and spit on your hand. You wrapped your hand around him and his eyes latched onto your nails.
Starting out slow, you began to stroke him. You gave a gentle kiss to his tip and he gasped, cock jumping.
"Missed you," you murmured, kitten licking the head, and he wasn't sure if you were talking to him or his dick. He wasn't sure he cared.
Rafayel's legs shifted, spreading wider, as you got closer. You rested your head against his knee, letting your hand do the work. Rafayel watched, mesmerized by the glittery flashes of your nails as your hand massaged his head and squeezed his shaft.
"You're fucking precious," Rafayel gasped, throwing his head back. "Ohhh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, cutieâ"
"Close already?" you teased.
He looked down at you, eyes lidded. You slowed your movements, letting him watch your nails more closely. Fuck, how had he never noticed that your hands were so pretty before?
"I needed you, too," he whispered. "You weren't the only one desperate."
You smiled. "C'mon, Rafa. Let go. Make a mess for me to clean up, yeah? Then you can make a mess out of me."
The thought brought a smirk to his face. "Oh, I will, cutie. I will."
You pressed a soft kiss to his inner thigh. Rafayel's eyes tracked the movement of your hand: fingers wrapping around his base, squeezing greedily, stroking up to his head and swiping at the cum beading before rolling down his length. Once, twice, three times he watched your hand move before the tight sensation began to become too much.
"Close," he gasped.
"Cum," you whispered, nearly begging him.
Rafayel cried out, hand finding your free hand as his body curled inward. His cock jumped in your hand, twitching fiercely as cum spurted from his tip. It oozed, covering your hand and splattering on his thighs.
He cried out, loud and whiney. His chest heaved and you grinned, pleased at how quickly you'd pulled him apart.
Struggling to get his breathing back to normal, Rafayel watched as you leaned forward. You licked his cum from his thighs and off of your hand. He moaned, cock twitching again.
Before you could truly clean your hand, he grabbed it, lifting it. He took two of your fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean. His eyelids fluttered.
You giggled. "You must really like this nail color, huh?"
Rafayel moaned. "I want you wearing it everywhere, everyday. Every piece of clothing you can find in this shade, it's yours. Bankrupt me, I don't care."
You giggled. "Well, then I guess you'll like your other surprise."
"Huh?"
You stood up and peeled off your shirt. Your breasts sat prettily in a lace bra the same shade as your nails, your pebbled nipples visible through the fabric. While Rafayel stared, slack-jawed, you shimmied out of your pants. Matching panties greeted his greedy eyes, tiny and thin and revealing, the gusset already visibly drenched.
"Holy...holy fuck," Rafayel whispered.
"You like it?"
Rafayel wrapped his arms around you and kissed your tummy, then threw you on the bed, crawling over you. "I hope you weren't expecting gentle after that reveal, sweetheart, because I don't think I can be."
You grinned up at him. "Oh, Rafa. Do your worst."
He smirked, eyes darkening. He crawled down your body, nuzzling into your belly. He sunk lower, stuffing his nose in your cunt and mouthing at you through your nearly nonexistent underwear.
"Ohhhh...!" you moaned.
It should not have been a surprise when he ripped your panties off with his teeth, but somehow, it was.
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And you shall get them nonnie!! I hadnât thought of them before, but when you sent in this ask I sat down and brainstormed for a hot minute, so here come the headcanons I have about Rafayelâs Lemurian formâŒïž NSFW ahead, obviously, monsterfucking tropes (literally nothing is realistic here), and reader is gender-neutral!
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Now, Rafayelâs Lemurian form has an entirely different lower half, obviously, so it does make sense that finer details of his anatomy change too
I would say that he has two⊠appendages, not cocks per se, and Iâll explain this in a minute
What does resemble a human cock, is really nothing short of absolutely pleasurably torturous, and would be quite literally physically impossible for a normal human to take
10 inches in length, and thatâs just me trying to censor things a little⊠so yes, no one can take him to the hilt (letâs be âironicallyârealistic, people)
Girth is pretty complicated, and hereâs why:
Heâs got a really wide, flared base, but itâs rather thin there, and then he grows narrow in width until his tip
After the flared base, heâs actually got a rounder circumference, so while the base feels more of a stretch, his actual length is what makes them feel so full once heâs buried inside them
Rafayelâs cock has a delicious upward curve near his tip, and itâs made all the better by the slightly angular curves to the mushroom-head
Bonus points for the thick vein that runs along the underside! Itâs almost ridge-like, and pairs perfectly with the slight ridges along the sides
Iâm a firm believer in the fact that everything related to Rafayel is insanely pretty, so yes, even his Lemurian cock is bathed in gorgeous shades of deep purple, lavender, and a sweet bubblegum pink that flushes a deeper fuschia when heâs past his breaking point of arousal
Now that weâve gotten his Lemurian cock out of the way, letâs talk about his secondâbut no less pleasurableââmemberâ so to speak
I imagine that he hides both under a well-hidden flap along his tailâs midline, right where his human crotch would be, so once thatâs pulled back and his cock coaxed into full hardness, you can find his second tentacle-like cock underneath it
Itâs thin, even more so than his human cock, is roughly 12 inches long (not very practical, but nothing about his devastatingly beautiful Lemurian form is) and a lot more flexible than you would thinkâwhich is good for its two uses
The first is prepping his beloved to take him, which is definitely no easy feat for anyone
He produces a lot of water-resistant slick there, which can help lubricate them easily in order to make the slide more comfortable for them, but it has the side effect of acting almost as an aphrodisiac, which (if in someone whose body canât take that) may lead to it being too draining to keep up with him and their combined insanely high libidos at the moment
The secondâwhich ties to the firstâis that it makes it easier to curl inside his lover and reach their most pleasurable sweet spot, causing them to naturally gush around him and pull orgasm after orgasm before he could even attempt to slip inside their warmth
Again, Rafayelâs Lemurian form is dictated by his biology more often than not, so itâs no surprise that his cum is thicker (to avoid being washed away) and comes out in copious amounts, all for breeding purposes
The Lemurian race was dying out long before they were threatened by external factors and such, so procreation was a very important part of their mating rituals
You can toss that aside though, because itâs purely biological and will only be determined by whether or not his partner can and/or would want something like that; for Rafayel now itâs simply an instinct to be closer and rut deeper into them, so much so that they canât tell where he ends and they begin
His cum looks quite pearlescent and actually pretty breathtaking, oddly enough; I truly believe it glimmers a little, especially if you look at it under the moonlight and catch the almost gem-like shimmers in its stickiness
Fair warning, itâs quite salty in terms of taste (though not hazardous in composition; heâs all about safety first you know!) and may be a little too much the first time his lover tries to swallow his release down
But thatâs nothing a few kitten licks at his pulsating tip wonât acclimate them to, even if it does earn a strangled, breathy moan from him and him shooting his second load of the night on their tongue đ«¶đœ
All in all, having sex or even just foreplay with Rafayelâs Lemurian form is overwhelming in the best ways possibleâand definitely not for the faint-hearted!!
