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The sun hovered low over the horizon, painting the sky in strokes of orange and pink as you sat at the beach cafe with Rafayel. The salty breeze ruffled your hair, carrying the distant crash of waves. Your phone screen glowed, playing that video you'd stumbled upon earlier sparking a trend where girls tried to outrun their boyfriends in a foot chase.
It was silly and Rafayel would probably say it was cringey and fake, he thought almost everything viral was staged. But… it sparked something in you as the background music played on repeat over and over again.
Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?
"Check out this super cringey video I just saw," you said, shoving the phone toward him.
Rafayel's eyes flicked to the screen, one eyebrow arching as he read the caption aloud: “running to see if my cop husband can catch me?”
He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, “why are you showing this to me?” He cocked his head to the side in question.
You shrugged and coughed a bit abashed by his reaction.
“No reason,” you answered, quickly pulling back your phone to unsend the other videos on the same trend you’d sent him earlier.
“Right,” he drawled, “and… why did you send me five other videos of the exact same trend earlier today?”
“Ahem,” you cleared your throat, “you saw those?”
“Of course,” he answered, “I watch every video Miss Hunter sends me.”
“Right. Uhm…” a pink flush worked up your chest.
“So…?” He prompted.
“So,” you trudged forward, brave soldier that you were, “why don’t we…” you waggled your eyebrows, “… try it? Race ya back to the house?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“What are you, a child?”
You moved to stand from your Adirondack chair.
“Sooooo… you won’t try to catch me if I run?” You challenged.
His eyes hardened with something indiscernible and his Adam’s apple bobbed with a dry swallow, the honeydew milk tea on his chair’s arm long forgotten.
His head shook back and forth slowly with clear deliberation when your quads tensed and you leaned forwards to get up out of the chair. His gaze locked onto yours with that clear, predatory glint he so rarely got around you these days. And suddenly any lingering embarrassment vanished.
He was warning you not to push him. But … self-preservation had never been your strong suit. Especially not when it came to teasing Rafayel.
"What, scared you'll lose?" you shot back, grinning. “Artist boyfriend who claims working out is for the spiritually unwell versus professional hunter… I don’t blame you.” His dual toned eyes flicked to you, sharp despite the lazy posture.
“Don’t,” he warned, though the corner of his mouth twitched.
“What?” you grinned, emboldened. “Being a sore loser already?”
“I’m serious.” His gaze darkened, something predatory threading through the amusement. “Don’t run.”
That should’ve been your cue to drop it, to forget this stupid online trend and distract Rafayel with something else until his features softened into their familiar lines.
Instead, you stood.
“Oh my god,” you laughed, already backing away. “You’re taking this way too seriously.”
He rose more slowly, chair scraping against the deck. “You won’t like how this ends.”
You didn’t answer him. Just turned and sprinted.
Sand sprayed beneath your boots as you bolted past the edge of the café, laughter bubbling out of you as you cut away from the Destiny Cafe’s beach location.
Rafayel's house wasn't far, maybe a half-mile sprint (if that) along the shore or a touch farther through the winding, dense woods bordering his property. The sea glittered temptingly, but you weren't dumb enough to pick that route. He'd drag you under before you hit the water.
Woods it was.
He knew the terrain better than you but maybe there was something else to use to your advantage.
You glanced back once.
Rafayel hadn’t moved. He stood at his full height, eerily still on the wooden deck, eyes tracking your movements with precision.
Facing forward, you broke through the treeline. The forest swallowed you quickly, sunlight breaking into fractured patterns through the canopy. Branches snapped at your sleeves, roots twisted underfoot, but adrenaline carried you forward.
It was several minutes before you heard it: the crunch of leaves under heavy steps. He was coming. And he was letting you know on purpose. Psychological warfare hoping you’d trip. Fat chance, you snorted to yourself.
The path narrowed, roots snaking across the ground like traps. You leapt over them, lungs burning, a laugh bubbling up despite the burn. A cluster of oaks loomed ahead, thick trunks perfect for what you had in mind.
You scrambled up the nearest one, fingers digging into rough bark, boots finding purchase on low branches. Up, up, up you went, higher than you'd planned, the ground dropping away until the cafe was a speck in the distance.
Wind whistled through the leaves, and you perched on a sturdy limb, catching your breath. From here, you could see his approach: shirt fluttering open, revealing the lean muscle he hid under paint-stained silk, violet hair tousled by the breeze.
He stopped at the base of the tree, head tilting back. For a moment, he pretended not to see you, casual as ever, with his hands in his pockets. "Lost already?" he called up, voice light, but his eyes betrayed him, darkening with hunger.
You stuck out your tongue, shifting for balance.
“What’s your plan now, cutie? We’re at a stalemate.”
“Seems like I won then.” You smiled, proud of your cunning. Rafayel complained incessantly about his various dislikes, heights among them.
“Hardly.”
"Come and get me, scaredy-cat."
“No need.” His hand lifted, palm glowing with a faint, ethereal violet light. Heat bloomed in the air, a shimmer of inextinguishable fire. The branch beneath you creaked as the joint where it was connected to the trunk of the tree began to burn. Smoke began to curl up, the distinct scent of burning bark filling your nose.
"Rafayel!" you yelped, gripping tighter as the wood blackened and snapped. You plummeted, stomach flipping, but he was there in an instant: arms catching you mid-fall, twisting to land with you cradled against his chest. The impact jarred you both, but he absorbed it, rolling to pin you beneath him on the forest floor.
Leaves crunched under your back as you squirmed, trying to buck him off. His weight pressed down, hips slotting between your thighs.
"Gotcha," he murmured, breath hot against your neck.
You twisted, knee nudging his side, but he grabbed your wrists, slamming them above your head with one hand. The other traced your jaw, thumb brushing your lips. "Trying to run again?" he challenged, fangs peeking as he grinned.
Heart hammering, you nodded, still defiant. "Try and stop me."
You slipped his grip and scrambled up, bolting deeper into the woods, uniform snagging on underbrush. Thorns tore at the fabric, exposing a strip of skin along your thigh, but you didn't slow. Had he let you go on purpose or… ?
The house shimmered in your mind surely reaching the threshold would count as winning. Adrenaline surged through your veins, sharpening every sense. The night air rushed in to cool your flushed skin, sweat sticky on your back and temples in the early summer night.
You could hear him behind you, his breathing, his footfalls, deliberate and unhurried. The need to win warred with your sick want to be caught and devoured by him.
Overgrown bushes and twisted vines formed a labyrinth under the stars. You wove through it, thorns snagging at the fabric of your uniform, tearing small rips that exposed flashes of skin on your thighs and arm. Your pulse thundered in your ears, a mix of fear and excitement twisting in your gut. Visibility decreased as the sun sunk lower in the sky and night set in in earnest.
You ducked under a low branch, lungs burning, and glanced back. There he was, a shadow melting into the darkness, nearly on your heels. Your legs burned as you picked up speed, keenly aware of him at your back as you ran. When on earth had Rafayel gotten this fast??
The look in his eyes was inhuman. It sent a shiver down your spine, straight to your core, where heat began to pool. You pushed harder, leaping over a fallen log, the impact jarring your bones. You felt vulnerable and exposed. His scent lingered on the wind: salt and lemon, mingled with something bitter and wild.
Suddenly he was close enough that you could hear his every breath, every grunt. You veered left, hoping to lose him again in the bramble but your foot caught on a root, and you stumbled, catching yourself against a tree trunk. Bark scraped your palms, rough and real, and before you could recover, he was there.
Rafayel lunged, his body slamming into yours from behind. You gasped as his arms wrapped around your waist, tackling you to a soft patch of thick grass. The impact knocked the air from your lungs, but he rolled at the last second, cushioning your fall with his frame. Pinned beneath him, you squirmed, Hunter training kicking in as you thrashed against his hold. His weight was unyielding, chest pressed to your back, hips grinding down to trap your legs.
"Mine," he snarled into your ear, voice rough and guttural, fangs grazing the shell. Any earlier playfulness from your first capture fully drained from his tone. His hands roamed, one fisting your hair to yank your head back, exposing your throat.
The other slid over your uniform, palming your breast, fingers digging into your hip hard enough to bruise.
You bucked against him, a wild grunt escaping your lips, but it only made him laugh, a dark, throaty sound that vibrated through your back.
He shifted, flipping you onto your back with effortless strength.
Grass tickled the back of your neck as he straddled your hips, his knees pinning your thighs apart. The smell of damp dirt and soft summer night air filled your senses. Your Hunter uniform shirt was half ruined now, hanging off one shoulder, your breasts heaving under strained buttons and grass stains with each ragged breath. Rafayel's eyes raked over you, pupils blown wide, lips curled in a predatory grin. Sweat glistened on his torso, highlighting the taut lines of his abs, barely buttoned shirt leaving little to the imagination. His V-line dipped toward his groin where his pants strained against his evident arousal.
You clawed at his chest, nails raking red lines down his pecs, drawing a hiss from him. He caught your wrists in one hand, slamming them above your head into the dirt.
"Fight all you want," he said, leaning down until his breath fanned your face. "It only makes me harder."
His free hand made swift work of your shirt’s buttons, one sharp talon emerging just to make surgically precise slices in the fabric of your bra, pulling it off even as you writhed and struggled beneath him to free your arms. Cool air kissed your nipples, hardening them instantly, and you whimpered involuntarily when his sharp talons teasingly grazed them.
Rafayel released your wrists only to grab your throat, squeezing just enough to make your vision blur at the edges. His other hand undid your belt and the button of your pants, talon quickly retracting to dive between your legs, fingers finding your pussy already slick with need. He plunged two inside without warning, curling them roughly against your walls. You cried out, hips jerking up to meet the intrusion.
"So wet for me already," he murmured, voice laced with amusement, “aren’t you embarrassed?” You made no reply but turned your head away cheeks burning at how turned on you were by losing to him like this.
“Nuh-uh,” the hand on your throat forced your jaw back up, “look at me when I make you come.”
He pumped his fingers faster, thumb circling your clit with unrelenting focus. Your body betrayed you, clenching around him, chasing the friction even as you twisted beneath his grip. Growls emanated from his chest, animalistic vibrations that made your skin prickle. He leaned in, fangs not breaking skin yet, just warning pressure.
You kicked out, heel connecting with his thigh, but he barely flinched. Instead, he withdrew his fingers, slick with your arousal, and smeared them across your lips.
"Taste."
You turned your head defiantly and pursed your lips closed. But he forced your jaw open, gripping the joints of your jaw with his thumb and middle finger, shoving the already wet digits in. The flavor of your own need dominated your senses, and you sucked an act of defiance from total submission, your eyes locked with his in a challenge.
He was still for a moment, warring with instinct as sanity flashed in and out of his dichromatic pink blue eyes.
That was, until you quirked one eyebrow up and bit down on his fingers. Hard.
With a disbelieving scoff, Rafayel surged forward, flipping you onto your stomach again. He yanked your hips up, pulled your uniform pants down your thighs and hauled your ass up so it was presented to him. You scrambled forward on hands and knees, trying to crawl away finally free of his weight, but his hand cracked down on your ass cheek. Hard. The sting bloomed into humiliating pleasure.
"Stay," he commanded. Still you tried to squirm away. Another slap, then his fingers were back, this time probing your ass, still slick from your pussy.
He pushed one into your hole, slow at first, letting you feel the burn, the fullness. You moaned into the grass, pushing back despite yourself.
"That's it," he grunted, adding a second finger, scissoring them to stretch you open. His other hand fisted your hair again, pulling your head up so you arched like a bow. The position left you exposed, vulnerable, every nerve alight, breasts rubbing into the grass and dirt Your head flopped forward onto the evening dew when he released your hair.
Rafayel unzipped his pants, the sound strangely loud in the quiet night. He rubbed his cock against your pussy first, teasing your entrance, coating himself in your wetness before thrusting in, deep, in one brutal stroke that buried him to the hilt. You squeaked involuntarily, the fullness overwhelming, walls tensing around him.
He didn't give you time to adjust. Hips snapping forward, he fucked you like a beast in rut, each pound driving you into the dirt. His fingers stayed in your ass, matching the rhythm, double-penetrating you with relentless force. Grunts and purrs tore from his throat, mingling with your gasps and the wet slap of skin on skin.
The pain mixed with pleasure, sending sparks through your body. You clawed at the ground, ass pushing back to meet his thrusts, lost in the primal haze. He slapped your ass again, the cracks echoing, reddening your skin.
"Mine. Mine to chase, mine to fuck, mine to break." His pace quickened, cock swelling inside you, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids.
You came first, shattering around him with a wail, pussy spasming, milking his length. Juices squirted out, soaking his balls as he continued pounding through your orgasm. He pulled his fingers from your ass, replacing them with his thumb, pressing in to heighten the sensation. "Again," he demanded, voice hoarse. "Come on my cock like the slut you are."
The dirty words fueled the fire, and you did, heat building and crashing into another climax, body trembling, tears pooling in your eyes at the intensity. Rafayel followed with a grunt, hips stuttering as he flooded your pussy with hot come, spurt after spurt filling you until it leaked down your thighs. He collapsed over you, still buried deep, biting your shoulder a little harder than he should.
For a moment, you both panted in the aftermath, bodies slick with sweat and earth. Then he pulled out slowly, a gush of his spend following, and flipped you onto your back once more. His eyes, still wild, softened just a fraction as he gathered you close, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
“Should we go home?” You asked, prepared to be carried back to his house and gently washed in a warm bath. But, forehead still pressed to yours, he shook his head minutely from left to right, forcing your head to rock along with his.
"Nuh-uh. Time for round two," he whispered, fangs glinting as he pulled back to release you and sit on his heels. He tilted his head mockingly and smirked. "Run."
You stumbled to your feet, hastily buttoning your pants and shirt before bolting again, half-hysterical laughter bubbling up through the exhaustion, the game reigniting the spark even as his come drenched your panties.
His footsteps thundered closer, relentless. Branches snapped in his wake, and that growl rumbled again, vibrating through the trees. Your muscles screamed, thighs shaking in the wake of your orgasms but the chase fueled you, heat building low in your belly.
The woods thinned, opening to his sprawling backyard. The saltwater pool gleamed under the fading sun, tiles warm from the day. You sprinted the last stretch, boots pounding the grass, the front door just in sight but he was too close, herding you towards the pool until you were forced to stop at its edge. His breath was heavy on your neck, fingers grazing your shirt.
"Rafayel! Wait! I'm still in uniform!" you gasped, half-laughing, half-pleading as you flailed at the edge trying to dodge his hands.
"Should've thought of that sooner, cutie," he replied, voice husky. His arms wrapped around your waist from behind, lifting you off your feet. You kicked uselessly at the air as he spun you seemingly effortlessly and tossed you in.
Water exploded around you, cool shock swallowing your cry. Your uniform plastered to your skin instantly, boots heavy as you surfaced, sputtering. Rafayel stood at the edge, stripping off his shirt with deliberate slowness, eyes raking over your soaked form. The white fabric turned translucent, outlining every curve, nipples pebbling from the chill, ruined bra long forgotten somewhere in the woods between the cafe and his house.
"Bastard," you muttered, wiping salt water from your eyes. You swam to the side, but he dove in fully clothed, slicing through the water like a shark.
He surfaced centimeters away, water streaming down his face, nearly all pink eyes locked on yours. No more teasing. His hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you flush against him. Lips crashed into yours, demanding, tongue sweeping in to claim. You moaned into the kiss, hands fisting his wet hair, legs wrapping around his waist as he treaded water. Your heavy waterlogged boots didn’t even register to him, the weight of your body nothing against the strength of his Lemurian genes.
Rafayel broke away just enough to growl, "Mine." His fingers dug into your ass, kneading through the clinging pants. You ground against him, feeling his cock harden beneath the fabric, thick and insistent.
Without warning, he yanked your shirt apart, too impatient to bother with the buttons this time. They popped off in rapid succession, plipping on the water’s surface before sinking to the bottom.
Cool air hit your bare breasts, but his mouth was there instantly, sucking a nipple hard where it bobbed half in the water, teeth grazing the peak. You arched, fingers scratching his shoulders, drawing red welts.
"Fight me," he urged, voice rough, echoing the primal pull. You shoved at his chest, and he laughed, spinning you to face the pool wall, “so cute.”
Hands braced on the edge, he pressed behind you, cock rutting against your ass through the layers.
"Too many clothes," he muttered, fingers fumbling with your belt. It sunk to the pool floor, pants shoved down your hips along with your underwear.
Rafayel freed himself next. His cock slapped against your skin, hot and hard again already, tip nudging your entrance. You pushed back, teasing, but he wrapped one forearm around your sternum, the other around your hips, teeth grazing the juncture between your neck and shoulder.
"Game over. You lost."
He thrust in, deep and sudden, stretching your pussy around his length. Water lapped at your waist as he set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping forward. Each drive hit that spot inside, making you cry out, walls clenching greedily.
"Fuck, how are you still so tight," he groaned. You bucked against him, meeting every plunge, the slosh or churning waters and the slap of wet skin mixing with your gasps.
He reached down with the hand around your hips, fingers finding your clit, rubbing featherlight circles that made your knees buckle, buoyed only by his grip around your torso. "Come for me," he demanded, fucking you deeper, harder despite the drag of water.
"Raf- it's too much," you whimpered, oversensitive, but he didn't stop. Hips rolled frantically,
"I won," he panted, “it’s time for me to claim my prize.”
Fangs sank into your neck then, breaking skin, blood welling as he sucked. Pain bloomed into ecstasy, your body shattering around him. Pussy spasming, milking his cock as you came hard, juices mixing with saltwater.
He followed with a ragged jerk, flooding you with hot spurts. You both trembled, locked together, his arms banding around your waist to hold you up. Minutes passed in heavy breaths, his lips trailing kisses over the bite, softening the edge and laving over it with his tongue.
He pulled out slowly, come leaking into the water and congealing in massive globs. But he wasn't done. He held you bridal style and swam both of you over to the pool bench, gently depositing you on it and spreading your legs. He dove beneath the surface, mouth on you at once.
His tongue lapped at your core, cleaning the mess you had made together with greedy swipes. You threaded fingers through his hair, guiding him as he sucked your clit, fangs grazing sensitive skin. "More," you begged, hips rocking.
Rafayel obliged, plunging his tongue inside, fucking you with it while fingers crawled up your body to pinch your nipples. Your hands gripped the edge of the pool as the second (or was it your fourth?) orgasm built fast and uncontrollable, crashing over you with a sob. He drank it down, humming approval. He pressed a kiss to your thigh and staying underwater, unlaced your boots. Tossing one, then the other outside of the pool back onto the slate walkway back to the house. Then he pulled your ruined uniform pants entirely off of your jelly loose legs.
Rising, he shed the rest of his own clothing, cock hard again. Your jaw dropped at the sight. You were no stranger to his insatiable Lemurian stamina but this was something else. He pulled you back towards him to the center of the deep end, hooking your legs over the crook of his elbows. He entered you once more, slower this time, savoring the slide, just rocking in and out with what little leverage he had in this position.
Thrusts deepened, bodies slick and sliding. His mouth claimed yours, swallowing your moans. "Caught you," he whispered between kisses, but there was love in it, “mine.”
His dual-toned eyes softened for a moment, that familiar sweetness flickering through. There he was. There was the boyfriend who painted the sea at sunset and whispered his affections at sunrise and won plushies and whined about the selection of seafood at the farmers’ market. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, thumb stroking your cheek. "You okay, cutie? That might have been … a bit much."
But even as he spoke, his grip tightened, fingers digging into your thighs. The shift was subtle at first, like a cloud shifting over the sun.
You nodded, dazed and sated, but something primal stirred again in his gaze at your assent, awakened by the chase, by the way you'd run from him. Left him again. Like all those times you'd forgotten him, erased him from your mind in cycles of pain he couldn't escape. Lemurian instincts surged, demanding he claim you fully, brand you so deep you'd never forget, never slip away.
Even if your mind broke, your body would never forget. "Good," he answered, voice dipping low, but his hips rocked once, grinding against your oversensitive walls. You whimpered, clenching around him, and he hissed, fangs peeking. "Because you started this. Daring me to chase you? Teasing me? Acting like prey? You asked for it, didn't you? My little ‘hunter,’ running just to get caught and fucked senseless."
He pulled back slightly, slipping free, come gushing from your pussy into the water. You gasped at the emptiness, but he didn't give you time to recover: scooping you up, he carried you deeper into the pool, water rising to your chests, then your necks. The cool depths tugged at you, but his arms were iron bands, possessive and unyielding.
"Rafayel," you breathed, half-protest, half-plea, as the last shreds of sanity drained from his face.
Panic flickered at the edge of your mind. But, he knew your limits... right?
He saw it then, that fear in your eyes, but it only fueled the predator in him, pupils narrowing to vertical slits, the first warning sign of what was about to come.
Panic flared brighter in you.
"Shh, I've got you," he crooned. His lips brushed yours, soft at first, then demanding. Tongue pushed in, and with it came the gift of breath, a rush of magic, filling your lungs like an endless oxygen. You could feel it settle, allowing you to hold the water as air, to dive into his world without drowning. He broke the kiss, smirking.
"There. I didn’t even make you beg for it, yeah? Don’t panic.”
He submerged you both in one fluid motion, the surface rippling above like a distant memory. The pool's depths weren't vast, but in his grasp, it felt infinite. The chlorine-tinged water buoying your naked bodies. You floated weightless, legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, but he pried them apart, pushing you against the pool's rough floor and pushing down on your abdomen to keep you from floating up. Bubbles escaped your lips in a silent gasp as his fingers traced your slit, gathering the leaking cum and futilely pushing it back in.
"Look at you," he growled, voice muffled but clear in the water, vibrating through your skin. Bubbles trailed from his mouth. "So greedy, pussy still dripping my seed. Ran from me, tried to leave me again didn’t you? Yeah tried to run just to get caught and fucked like you wanted. You're my slutty little Hunter, begging to be bred like the prey you are."
His hand fisted your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat. Fangs sank in again savagely, tearing a muffled cry from you that bubbled out. Blood swirled in the water, faint red tendrils, as he sucked hard, marking you inside and out.
“Gonna breed you so full of my pups. Everyone will see how full your little human body stretches to hold them, yeah?”
You thrashed, the primal urge to flee surging again, but he pinned your wrists with one hand, the other shoving two fingers into your pussy, curling roughly. They pumped fast, scissoring, stretching you open while his thumb ground your clit.
“Even if you forget again, your body won’t. I’ll leave my marks here,” he pulled his fingers out of your pussy and traced your belly, your breasts, “and here.”
He twisted and pinched your abused nipples. Pleasure twisted with pain, your body arching in the current he created with subtle flicks of his powerful legs. No. Wait. His legs had blurred, scales shimmering into existence as the shift began mostly unnoticed by you.
His human form melted away below the waist, thighs fusing into a powerful, iridescent tail. Long, sinuous, ending in a broad gossamer fluke that propelled him effortlessly. But it wasn't just the tail; from the slit at his base, two cocks emerged, thick and ridged, one longer than the other, both throbbing and hard. The sight hit you like a tidal wave, arousal spiking despite the fear.
"That's right," he snarled, releasing your neck to grab your chin, forcing you to look. "You woke this in me. My true form, for my mate. No more games. You take both, or you drown trying to run." His eyes gleamed with possessive fire. "Say it. Tell me you wanted this."
You nodded frantically, words spilling out, guilt tinging your admission slightly: "I-I did. Yes. Please, Rafayel, please fuck me." The admission fueled him, sharpening his need to own you.
He spun you in the water, back to his chest, tail coiling around your legs to spread them wide. One cock nudged your pussy, slick with your juices and his earlier load, while the other prodded your ass, tip breaching the tight ring. The now distant memory of his prep in the woods echoed vaguely in your mind. Had he already known this would happen? Was this what he meant in the cafe? When he said you wouldn’t like how it ended…?
He thrust up, both cocks spearing you at once, stretching your holes to their limit and stealing away any coherent thoughts you might have had. The burn was exquisite agony, walls clenching around the intrusions as he filled you completely, a thin wall of warm wet tissue separating his two hard cocks.
"You did this on purpose," he groaned. His tail tightened, holding you impaled as he rocked, the double penetration making you see stars, “wanted me to lose control, wanted me to fuck you on both my cocks like this, yeah? Desperate little thing that you are.”
Unable to speak coherent words you could only nod in agreement.
Water rushed in and out with each snap of his hips, friction building unbearably. One cock hit deep in your pussy, ridges dragging your g-spot, while the other pounded your ass. Too much, much too much. You shook your head but he only laughed cruelly and fucked you harder.
“Too late to back out now, cutie,” he purred, scoffing as you began sobbing at the intensity of the sensation.
“Too much--!”
You clawed at his arms, nails breaking skin, but he laughed again, this time a dark, throaty sound underwater.
"Naughty girl," he hissed, and with a flick of his tongue against your ear, he revoked the gift of breath. Magic withdrew like a wave chased away on the sand, lungs burning as water flooded in. Panic seized you, body convulsing, but he didn't stop. Instead his thrusts turned brutal, slamming both cocks home while you choked, drowning in sensation and in actuality.
"Feel that?" he taunted, fingers pressing on your lower body to make the intense sensation even more so and you sobbed, overstimulated. "This is what you get for running. Beg with your body, slut. Come on my cocks, prove to me that you want it."
The world narrowed to fire in your chest, to the relentless fucking splitting you open. Your pussy spasmed first, orgasm ripping through despite the asphyxiation, milking him as you bucked in his grip.
He pulled your hair by the root, twisting your head to meet his lips, granting breath back just as black spots danced in your vision, tongue forcing air into your mouth, His tail thrust wildly, both cocks pumping you full of hot come in twin floods simultaneously. You whined into the kiss, body shattering again, ass and pussy overflowing, the excess swirling around you like a filthy halo.
He cradled, arms and tail possessively wound around your limp form. Sweetness crept back as he nipped at you softly, sucking and licking over your swollen lips.
Rafayel lifted you effortlessly, tail transforming back into legs mid-water, his arms scooping under your knees and back, cradling your spent body against his chest. Water dripped from your skin in steady rivulets, soaking the tiles as he carried you toward the house, his bare feet padding softly on the warm stone path.
The night air cooled the slick mess between your thighs, his cum still leaking from your pussy and ass, leaving sticky trails down your legs. He pressed a kiss to your temple, his lips lingering, breath warm against your damp hair.
“Easy now,” he murmured, voice low and soothing, the earlier growl replaced by a gentle purr.
The glass door opened under a nudge from his elbow, and he stepped inside, the cool blast of air conditioning raising goosebumps on your naked skin. He bypassed the living room, heading straight for the bathroom, his hold firm but careful, not jostling your sore muscles. Setting you down on the edge of the wide bathtub, he turned on the faucet, testing the water with his fingers until it ran lukewarm. Steam began to rise as he grabbed a soft cloth from the shelf, dipping it into the filling basin.
Kneeling before you, he parted your legs gently, wiping the cloth along your inner thighs, cleaning away the drying cum and sweat with slow, deliberate strokes. The fabric glided over your swollen pussy lips, soothing the raw ache without pressing too hard, then moved to your ass, dabbing lightly at the tender entrance.
You sighed, leaning back against the cool tile wall, as he worked methodically, his free hand resting on your knee to steady you.
He rinsed the cloth and wiped your stomach, then your breasts, the touch turning affectionate as he circled your nipples with the damp edge, drawing a soft gasp from your lips.
But then the cloth reached your collarbone and his eyes assessed the wounds on your neck where he had marked you with his fangs. He looked up at you with huge, guilty eyes, shrinking back slightly to get antiseptic and clean cotton balls, disinfecting the cut quietly.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay Raf,” you answered, “I like it when you mark me.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Gently, he pressed a large bandage over the wound and pulled back. With a new cloth, he wiped the dirt from your face and kissed your forehead.
“All clean,” he said, satisfaction threading his tone, before standing to shut off the water. He dried you with a fluffy towel, patting your skin dry from head to toe, his hands lingering on your hips where bruises from his grip bloomed purple. Scooping you up again, he carried you to the bedroom, the large bed waiting with rumpled sheets. The night sky had turned entirely black, only dotted with stars visible through the glass dome over his bedroom.
He laid you down in the center, sliding in beside you, his body curling around yours from behind. His chest to your back, arm draped over your waist, leg hooking over yours to pin you close.
His fingers traced lazy patterns on your stomach, dipping lower now and then to brush your curls, possessive even now. He nuzzled into your hair, soft lips pressing kisses along the drying locks.
The rhythm of his breathing synced with yours, deep and even, lulling you as exhaustion pulled at your eyelids. His limbs coiled tightly around you, the muscle memory of his tail still present even in human form.
“Sleep, my beloved bride,” he whispered, hand cupping your breast gently, thumb stroking the side. Your eyes fluttered shut, body melting into his warmth, drifting off under the weight of his embrace.