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tojisbbg · 5 months ago

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gang baby

❝she told you she celibate, but she told me i can nail her shit!❞

♡ sylus, caleb, rafayel, zayne, xavier ♡

sypnosis: you're just a girl. yeah, you can't decide between five hot LI's presented to you in the popular otome game, love and deepspace, but that's okay. who said you can't have them all? literally.

wc: 11k (lots of smut beware)

a/n: valentines day special!! guys, don't question it, ok? i wrote this with my whole pussy. ok bai. (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)

reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated <3

content: all lads LI's x fem!reader (yes, you read right), gangbang, slight plot, reader gets transported in lads universe, smut (no details, find out hehe), all acts are consensual, not edited. disclaimer: not based off tomorrow's catch-22!!

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"fuck!" you yelled out in frustration, chucking your phone off your bed as the poor device fell on the floor with a loud thud. you could hear your best friend giggling from your laptop, making you shoot her a sharp glare.

"shut up." you sneer, but it only fueled her laughter more.

"damn, infold really hates you, bro." she pokes further at your miserable failure, making your shoulders slump in defeat as you grumble.

"i can't believe it. i've been grinding for two months straight to save up fifteen thousand diamonds for the valentines day banner! i was sure i'd pull them all, and you're telling me i only got two out of the five?? this is a fucking joke." you ranted, making your friend hum as she understood your anger.

"yeah, i'd be mad as hell too. but hey, at least you got sylus and caleb. just watch the rest on twitter or something." your best friend tried to comfort you, but it only made you pout.

"but i want them all." you sulked, making her roll her eyes.

"you're such a whore." she sighed, making you grin.

"duh, why choose one when i can have them all." you nonchalantly responded.

"yeah, yeah, forgot you had no shame." she shook her head in disbelief.

"man, i don't know what else to do. i literally milked the game dry, there's no other way i can get more diamonds for more pulls before the event ends. this is so unfair." you whined, fingers tangled in your hair.

"you can always-"

"no. i'm not giving those greedy hoes my money." you cut off her suggestion, your tone stern.

you were a poor college student who worked part-time at a stationery supply store (living the aesthetic life while crying over classes and fictional men); money's tight, and you're not about to spend hundreds on this because you know it'd become a horrible habit sooner or later.

despite being broke, your spending habits were outrageous.

"yeah girl, then i don't know what to tell ya. i'm chilling with my rafayel card. oh shit, it's almost three in the morning, bitch. we have class tomorrow, go to sleep." she yawned tiredly.

"you're leaving me just like that? after i went through so much pain and trauma? is this how deep our ten years of friendship runs? just say you hate me and want me to die a slow painful death." you dramatically rambled, making your best friend rub her temple in faux annoyance as she groaned at your stupidity.

"when i see you tomorrow, i'm gonna slap you. goodnight, hoe." with that, she hung up.

you closed the lid of your laptop and placed it on charge, stretching before standing up to go pick up your phone. you noticed the small cracks on your screen as you walked back to your bed.

you unlocked your phone, noticing how the lads server kicked you out. you exited the app, clicking on it again as you were met with caleb's face.

so l-long for longe-ge-... before fa-fa...dust

so long for-for-.... fading-fa..-dus..

so-so...lo...ng-..fading...

your eyebrows furrowed as you watched the app glitch horribly, the audio was choppy and produced crackling noises. the graphics were disoriented and there was a pop-up notification saying you needed to upgrade your memory.

you could feel your irritation rise once again, getting tired of this shit as you decided to deal with it tomorrow or something. however, every time you tried to exit the app, it wouldn't let you.

your phone literally froze.

"great. just fucking great." you sarcastically murmured.

not only did you not get the limited cards you wanted, you were broke (in the real world and in lads), you're screwed for your morning classes and your phone is currently on its last breath.

also, you were hungry as fuck right now, craving for some five guys.

"fuck this." you sighed in defeat, settling your phone next to you before laying down to sleep. you figured that eventually your phone would turn off once the battery died, so until then you just turned to the other side and ignored the device.

soon enough, fatigue took over your body as you were slipping away into a deep slumber.

unaware, your phone screen turned off momentarily, before flickering on once again as the screen crackled and glitched before stopping.

data retrieval complete, memory upgrade...

successful.

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you stirred in your sleep, eyebrows pinched together as you felt a cold breeze run across the bare skin of your thighs and arms.

nonetheless, you don't remember leaving your window open, it was the middle of february. you groaned, eyes still shut tight as your hand reached down, trying to locate your blanket.

"comfortable, sweetie?" you heard an oddly familiar, deep voice suddenly speak.

did someone break into your house? and why the hell did your mattress feel so hard and cold?

your eyes shot open, adjusting your blurry vision as you realized you were not in your bedroom. you were laying on the cold, dirt ground and it made you panic.

you helplessly sat up and noticed the long pair of legs in front of your body, making you look up as you saw the towering figure of a man. the night sky was dark, making it hard for you to make out his face.

"who are you? and what the hell am i doing out here?" you asked, but your voice barely came out as a whisper.

a deep chuckle rumbled from his chest, before he bent down to come eye-level with you. as soon as you met the bright, ruby red orbs of his foxy eyes; your jaw dropped in horror.

no. fucking. way.

"shouldn't i be the one asking you those questions, sweetie?" sylus smirked, head tilting as he keenly watched your facial expressions.

"you're not real. i'm dreaming, yeah, just a dream that feels too real." you blurt out, a breathy laugh scratching your dry throat, trying to calm yourself from freaking out as your heart leaped to your chest when he directly looked at you.

"a dream, you say? hmph, you're a strange one." he shook his head before grabbing your wrist, bringing your palm to his lips. the warmth of his rough hands, which were definitely double the size of yours, made you shiver due to the contrast of your cold ones. he bit the side of your palm before gently sucking on it, making you jolt from the sudden sensation.

sylus watched you with pure amusement glinting in his eyes.

"you're like a scared little kitten, so expressive." sylus commented, making you swallow harshly.

well, this definitely was not a dream, thanks to sylus's help for that confirmation.

but the question was.... how the hell did you end up here?

suddenly, there was rustling in the distance, making his eyes twitch as he became alert. sylus slightly shifted closer to you, now scanning the area for the intruder.

"miss bodyguard?" with a dramatic gasp, you heard rushed footsteps approach you. it was hard to miss the hues of indigo, pinks and blues in his eyes along with the striking dusky purple hair that was a little more visible thanks to the moonlight.

"r...rafayel?" it felt odd saying his name out loud, it almost made you feel a little schizophrenic.

just a bit.

"duh, who else would it be? what are you doing here in the N-109 zone at this hour. also, the hell are you wearing? so not creative or fashionable." rafayel questioned, of course, not forgetting to throw in his snarky little insults along with it.

"what's wrong with what i'm wearing?" you glared at him.

"it's the middle of february and you're dressed like it's a hundred degrees outside." the lemurian smirked down at you.

you cursed at yourself for going to bed in shorts and a thin shirt. well, to be fair, it's a cute snoopy set. also, who in the hell could've predicted this to happen!?

"she wanted to have a little sleepover with the wanderers that lurk around here." the dragon teased, making your face heat up.

"i did not." you mumbled under your breath.

"uh-huh, you're not really in the position to defend that claim." rafayel egged further.

"whatever, what are you doing here? you usually don't go out of your way to come to the N-109 zone." you tried to change the subject, remembering from his anecdotes that he usually has third party people as his "networks" to gain intel.

"just some business you shouldn't sweat your pretty little head over, cutie. but, you know, we should really talk about what your business is with the leader of onychinus." he cocked an eyebrow, his eyes flickering between you and sylus.

"it's nothing, uh, i don't even know him." you chuckled nervously, making sylus look at you with a sharp look.

"is that so, kitten? you wound me. and here i thought we had something more than just... acquaintances. i guess those nights of naughty touches, kisses and naked glances mean nothing to you, right?" sylus shamelessly bullet-pointed, his tone dropping an octave lower as your cheeks grew warm.

on the other hand, rafayel's eyes widened at the revelation.

"you fucked the leader of onychinus?! woah, woah, woah, pause. what about everything that happened between us?? we had sex in my bathtub, the hotel and don't forget-" he was flabbergasted, only to be cut off by sylus.

"you were messing around with this half-baked fish, sweetie? i'm disappointed in your taste. if you planned on two-timing, you could've selected a better opponent for me. this is just... offensive." he snarked, his red eyes beaming with irritation as he looked at rafayel, who's face grew dark from his brash words.

"what did you say to me, you fucking crow? half-baked fish? i'm the god of tides, a majestic lemurian. you dare to speak to me like that?" rafayel's voice became husky, languid footsteps towards the other man.

"h-hey, hey, let's all calm down. there's a very logical and reasonable explanation, i swear." you tried to mediate between them, but it didn't seem like they planned on giving a flying shit about what you had to say any time soon.

"y/n? there you are. i've been blowin' up your phone for hours. thought a wanderer got to you and i got worried about how i'd pay the rent by myself." xavier walked from the shadows, his words laced with a gentle joke as he approached you and the other two men.

holy fuck, this was not good.

"and who are you guys?" the ash-blonde male asked, eyes narrowing before looking down at you.

"xavier." you meeked, not even knowing what to say anymore.

"why are you seeing other guys, y/n? am i not enough? you know i don't like it when you hide things from me. i thought you learned your lesson after i punished you for choosing lumiere over me." xavier now towered over you, his voice laced with envy as you gulped.

fuck, fuck, fuck.

"xavier, i promise i can explain. this is all just a-" you tried to somehow pull an excuse out of your ass, but your brain was fogging up.

"pipsqueak?"

"y/n? what an odd place to be at during such an odd hour, you left your patient copy in my office."

two other figures emerged from the sides, making your eyes close in disbelief, wishing that you could somehow disappear from the face of earth right now.

why the fuck are they all here.

at the same time.

"you've got to be kidding me." you covered your face with the palm of your hands.

"caleb? i thought you were dead." zayne spoke in a monotone, glancing at his childhood friend.

"wow, i missed you too, zayne." caleb rolled his eyes, sarcasm dripping from his words. however, the small spark of tension barely lasted before caleb looked back at you.

"care to explain why you're in such a dangerous zone at this time? you know you can't hide from me, pipsqueak. what connections do you have here? who are you seeing? was locking you up in the attic not enough for you?" caleb lectured, his voice gruff before zayne decided to add on to the fire.

"you're utterly reckless, your heart condition isn't getting any better." zayned pushed the frame of his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

all five on them now circled you, bickering and arguing with each other along with bombarding you with questions. you balled your fists in annoyance and frustration.

"shut up! oh my fucking god, i don't know, okay?! i don't know how i ended up here, so stop asking me. fuckin' hell, i can't even get a moment to breathe or think because all of you little shits won't shut up for a second!" you snapped as you stood up, making all of them look at you with surprised eyes.

you gulped, feeling a little cornered as you have five insanely tall, broad and buff men look down at you; like helpless prey.

caleb was the first person to break the momentary silence, grabbing your arm to pull you towards him.

"let's go home, pipsqueak. i'll cook your favorite tonight since it's valentines day." he smiled, only for your other arm to be tugged backwards as you yelped.

"home? her home is with me, we're roommates. i think you got the wrong person." xavier calmly replied, but his words were laced with venom.

"she's going nowhere with either of you. she's my bodyguard and i need her to come back with me to my studio. y'know, in case some scary wanderers are lurkin' around." rafayel pushed xavier to the side, intertwining his fingers with yours before giving you a charming smile as he attempted to walk off; only to bump into someone.

"i don't think so. she's been out here for so long, i might need to give her an exam to make sure she's okay." zayne cleared his throat, pinching the bridge of his nose.

you felt like you were the rope being tugged in tug-of-war. sylus deeply sighed at the situation and before you knew it; in one smooth swoop you were now in the strong arms of the leader of onychinus.

"what fools. she's in the N-109 zone for a reason. for me, of course. come on, sweetie, you must be freezing. let's go inside." sylus look down at you with a gentle smile playing on his lips.

you groaned, squirming out of his hold as sylus let you, watching you get back on your feet.

"this is ridiculous! you all are acting like a bunch of kids, fighting over me like i'm some kind of toy. none of you own me!" you stood your ground.

"fine, then why don't you choose?" sylus scoffed, crossing his arms. you grew quiet, looking at each of them before averting your gaze to the ground.

"i... i can't." you whispered.

"you can't? or you don't want to?" xavier snickered.

"you're the one who's been toying with us. we deserve an explanation, no?" rafayel grinned.

"explanations are too time-consuming, actions speak louder than words. so, how are you gonna fix it, y/n?" hazel eyes peered at you with intensity through the glass lenses.

oh, you're so fucked.

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everything happened so fast, you didn't know who swiped your panties off or unclasped your bra.

you felt betrayed at how they evilly plotted against you, telepathically agreeing to punish you for your unfaithfulness. what happened to hating each other? so, here you were now, splayed on the soft mattress in sylus's room; like art on a display.

they drank in the sight of you, perky tits spilled out as the smooth glaze of your skin glimmered under the dim lighting of the room. their eyes were full of hunger, eye-fucking you as you grew shy under their intense gazes.

"s-stop staring at me like that." you whined, looking away as your face reddened at the attention.

you felt someone stroking your thighs, making you shudder as you looked in front of you, seeing caleb gripping the supple fat of your plush thighs.

"never knew you were such a dirty little slut, princess. all these years of knowing you... and to think you were capable of this? how naughty." caleb smirked, prying your thighs open as you gasped.

but, your lips would soon be sealed with zaynes as he kissed you roughly. his pillow-soft lips molded with yours, the smacking sound of saliva filled the room. a big, veiny hand came up to cup your cheek gently as he slid his tongue inside your mouth, licking the wet muscle before sucking it.

caleb used his thumb to spread your soaked folds apart, watching the lewd string of your arousal connect them both. your clit was puffy from being neglected, a sheen of wetness covering your cunt; making his mouth salivate. he leaned down, mouth hovering above your pussy.

"fuckin' beautiful." caleb swore under his breath, the warm air fanning above your aching cunt, giving you goosebumps. you moaned into zayne's mouth, feeling caleb's warm and wet tongue lick a fat stripe up your cunt.

"hope you didn't forget about us, cutie." rafayel pouted, licking at your nipple before wrapping his lips on the swollen pebble. sylus soon followed his footsteps, greedily kneading at your other tit before leaning down and pressing open-mouthed kisses on the soft mound.

meanwhile, xavier's lips were buried in your neck as he punished you with licks and bites on the expanse of your unmarked flesh.

"ngh~ xavier!" you whimpered against zayne's lips, the doctor now nibbling on your bottom lip.

he licked the side of your neck before softly clamping his teeth down, suckling and leaving a purplish bruise. as a soothing apology, xavier kitten-licked the fresh mark before moving down to your collarbone with wet kisses.

caleb continued to lap at your wet cunt, his saliva mixed with your juices dripped down his chin. the tip of his tongue circled your clit before suckling on it, making your legs tremble as a moan ripped out of your throat as you tried to close your legs.

"f-fuck.. hnghh.." you cried out, feeling him plant his palms on your inner thighs, forcing you to keep them open. caleb peered up at you from between your thighs, amethyst eyes glaring at you as his lips were glossy.

"don't interrupt me when i'm eating." he huskily spoke before slapping your dripping pussy, producing a wet 'pap!' noise. you yelped because of your increased sensitivity, not having enough time to recover before he dove back in.

with one last wet smooch, zayne released your lips before crawling down right next to his childhood friend. they exchanged a quick look, a mischievous smirk dancing on the colonel's lips.

"oh? was my tongue not enough for you, princess?" he lowly spoke, pinching your inner thigh as you bit your bottom lips.

"ahh... need z-zayne to help... please?" you begged, making him scoff. zayne couldn't help but grin with pride, your words stroking his ego a little.

"you heard her, move." zayne pushed caleb a little to squeeze himself between your legs, taking off his glasses before throwing them to the side. caleb, utterly betrayed, seethed with jealousy.

"so that's how you wanna play? fine." caleb accepted it as a challenge, but of course, he won't let neither of you get the last word.

zayne ignored his little childish outburst, digging in as his scarred hands rested on your lower stomach before his fingers stroked the expanse of it, gently moving to the side to hold your hips; caressing your smooth skin while tracing the faint stretch marks decorating it.

your puffy clit peaked out of your wet slit, making zayne lean down to press a wet smooch on it. you shuddered, mouth gaping open as your breathing quickened. zayne dragged his tongue up your sopping folds slow and languidly, the tip of his tongue digging into your wet pussy. the difference in how zayne and caleb ate you out was clear. caleb liked to eat your honeyed cunt like a starved dog, as if it was his last meal; unlike zayne, who liked to take his time and savor the taste of your sweet cunt.

"mhmmm.... zaynee~" you slurred his name, drunk in pleasure as he took his time to lap at your pussy, suckling and nibbling on your clit. amethyst eyes bore into the back of zayne's head, fuming with anger and envy.

caleb's fingers dug into your thighs, making you wince in pain but soon it deliciously simmered into the pleasure you were getting from zayne's tongue. the colonel snickered, watching how slick your pussy was from saliva and your juices, deciding to toy with you as revenge.

you felt the pads of caleb's middle and ring finger brush against your hole, probing the tight opening. you groan, feeling him push in both fingers at once.

"c-caleb!" you stuttered out, feeling him scissor his fingers in and out of your tight hole; the thickness and length of his digits rubbing you in all the right places.

suddenly, xavier roughly grabbed your jaw, squishing your chubby cheeks in his hands; forcing you to look at him. the expression on his face was dark, eyes clouded with lust and possessiveness.

"you seem to be enjoying yourself, dirty girl. you like having four other guys touch you, hm? this mouth is fucking filthy, maybe i should clean it, yeah?" he smirked, blue eyes sharply peering down at you.

"x-xav.." you were cut off by his grip tightening just a little more, making you wince.

"shhh... not another word, my dumb little girl. now i just wanna hear you gagging on my cock, 'kay?" xavier unbuckled his belt before unzipping his pants. he pulled the waistband of his boxers down, making his hard cock spring against his abs, your eyes widening at the sight.

his dick didn't have a lot of girth, but fuck it was long. xavier tapped the blush pink tip of his leaky cock on your lips, spreading his precum all over them like it was your own personal gloss. his thumb rested on your chin before pulling it down, forcing your mouth to open as he slid his cock in; the ash-blonde male let out a shaky sigh.

both sylus and rafayel continued to paw at your tits, biting and sucking on your nipples. with a lewd 'pop!', they released your swollen bud, eyeing their shared masterpiece as your tits were littered with hickies and trails of saliva.

"why don't you return the favor, sweetie? these cute little hands of yours seem empty." sylus gives you a toothy grin, bringing your hand to the tent forming on his pants, making you palm him through them. a deep groan escaped his lips as your hand stroked him through the rough fabric of his leather pants.

rafayel now sat on his knees by your other side, grabbing your wrist before bringing it up to his lips. he kissed the soft, warm flesh of your wrist; inhaling the scent of your skin as he let out a moan.

"you smell so fucking good. god, it's driving me insane." he breathed out, licking your pulse point before gently biting down on it. rafayel continued to sniff and kiss your wrist, using his other free hand to undo his pants and pull his aching cock out; stroking it as it throbbed in his palms. he teased his slit, spreading the sticky precum all over the tip.

your eager hands fumbled with sylus's belt as you tried to undo it, a little difficult because your mouth was still full of xavier's cock and forced you to maintain eye contact with him; as if looking at anyone else in this room would make his existence perish. but, sylus decided to be kind enough and help you because who is he to deny you?

you dug your hand inside his boxers, eyes widening as you realized that you couldn't even fully grasp his dick. he was fucking hung, thick and long, not lacking in any area. a guttural moan escaped his lips, feeling your soft fingers caressing his balls.

you took out his cock from the confinement of his boxers, stroking the shaft of it as your fingers teased the throbbing vein that ran on the underside curve of his dick. sylus threw his head back in pleasure, a soft whimper heard as his chest heaved.

"feels so fuckin' good, sweetie." he praised, your hand still lazily moving up and down his thick meat.

you felt the tip of zayne's nose nudging your clit, providing more stimulation as he continued his assault on your sopping wet cunt; his tongue flicking at a leisurely pace between your folds. caleb matched the rhythm of zayne's tongue, finger-fucking you with deep and hard strokes.

your moans were muffled by xavier's cock as he drove his hips into your mouth; your cheeks hollowing as you tried to not graze the skin of his dick with your teeth. you could hear the soft grunts and whimpers falling from his lips, eyes closed in bliss as he still had your cheeks firmly squished between his fingers.

"fuck yeah... you were made for this, takin' my cock so well." xavier breathed out, slender fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled your head closer.

you could feel the pressure of zaynes tongue slurping your clit along with caleb's fingers abusing your cervix collide. the familiar knot began to settle in your lower stomach, making your thighs tremble as your eyes screwed shut, toes curling in pleasure.

caleb could feel your walls contracting, you were definitely close and as much as he would love to see you cream all over his fingers; you've been cruelly unfair to him.

xavier lazily opened his eyes, cerulean orbs looking down at you half-lidded. he scoffed, watching your face flush as saliva trickled down the corner of your mouth. you opened your eyes briefly, he watched as they rolled back from the pleasure you were recieving from your childhood friends.

he pulled his cock out of your mouth, glaring down at you.

"nghhh~ p-please..!" you mumbled against his tip, crying out in pleasure as you tried to kick your leg forward to get away from the two men ravaging your pussy. however, both caleb and zayne pinned your legs down.

"focus on me." xavier scowled, and in one swift and hard thrust, his cock slid down your throat as far as you could take him. your eyes blew wide open, as you gagged on his dick. he was being nice earlier, but now you really pissed him off.

you had the nerve to think about those two when he was being kind enough to rinse that dirty mouth of yours with his cock?

"fuckin' ungrateful brat, ignoring me when i'm stuffing this filthy mouth full of my dick." he panted, fucking your face as tears streamed down your face and drool dripped down your chin.

zayne and caleb continued their combined attack, making you scream as your felt zayne sucking on your clit harder while caleb's fingers continued to rub against your walls at a faster pace.

suddenly, all sensation was lost as caleb pulled out his fingers while simultaneously grabbing onto the back of zayne's head with his free hand; yanking his hair back to unlatch his mouth from your weeping cunt. your eyes widened as tears streamed down your face, your hole pulsating at the feeling of nothing.

"only good girls get to cum." caleb darkly chuckled, zayne wincing in slight pain as he swatted the hand that yanked his hair.

"do that again and i'll fucking kill you." zayne murmured, making caleb roll his eyes.

"mmphh...!" your cries were muffled as xavier continued to use your throat as his personal fuckhole. he continued to shove his dick deeper, a small bulge forming on your throat as he pressed against it.

"there we go." xavier grinned sadistically, continuing to chase his high.

"h-hahhh... fuck, gonna cum." he panted, face flushing as he threw his head back, driving his hips forward. you could feel his cock twitch in your mouth, before he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you towards his lower stomach; shoving his cock deep in your throat one last time as your nose was buried in his soft pubes.

"shit.. shit- hnghh... take it- fuck, take it all." xavier moaned, his thick cum painting your throat as he came so much. your mouth became overloaded with his cum, leaking through the corner of your lips as you tried to swallow as much as you could. he pulled out, watching your gasp for air as you coughed.

"what do you say, slut?" he darkly asked.

"t-thank you." you breathed out, voice croaking.

"good girl." xavier smiled wickedly, stroking your bottom lip with his thumb, your tongue peeking out to lick it.

with the intense throat-fucking session with xavier and the cruel denial of your orgasm, you forgot about sylus who was still painfully hard in your hand.

"come on, sweetie, i know you could do better. want some help? yes, no, maybe so?" sylus whispered huskily, leaning down to bite your ear before kissing your temple.

"s-sorry.." you sniffled, still extremely sensitive.

"poor baby, don't cry. i'll help you." he cooed, grabbing your hand before spitting on it. the warm feeling of his spit made you shiver, he brought your hand to his cock; guiding you as you used your spit coated hand to grab his dick again.

this time, his hand firmly stayed on yours, tightening the grip. the silver haired male moaned, moving your joined hands up and down his throbbing cock; fucking your wet fist.

"hnghh... yeah, f-fuck..." sylus panted, thrusting his hips into the makeshift hole he made using your hand. his foxy eyes narrowed, bright ruby orbs rolling back as he rasped out swears from the absolute pleasure he was feeling.

rafayel hovered above your naked torso, his pretty cock resting on the valley between your tits. he grabbed his dick, giving it a few strokes, whimpering at his own touch before looking down at you.

"you're so beautiful." the lemurian whispered through labored breaths, face flushed as his mixed indigo eyes peeked at you through a half-lidded lust-filled stare.

rafayel swallowed harshly, guiding the tip of his leaky cock to your nipple; circling the hard bud as his precum coated it. your breath hitched, watching him use his hard cock to paint streaks of his precum all over the expanse of your hickey-littered chest.

he then spat on his hand, rubbing his spit all over his dick to lubricate it before settling it between your soft tits. using both of his hands, he squished your tits together to squeeze his warm cock between them. the whimper leaving his mouth was almost embarrassing from how loud and needy it was.

without a second more of hesitation, rafayel began to rut his hips forward, thrusting between your tits. he stroked your nipples before using his thumb and index finger, pinching the swollen buds and rolling them between his fingers.

"ahhh~ rafayel! f-feels good...!" you moaned, watching the blush pink tip of his cock peek through your cleavage every time he motioned his hips forward.

"hnghh... love your tits so much, cutie. so soft... so tasty and cute." he breathes out a small chuckled, eyebrows pinched in pleasure as he continued to thrust his cock between your boobs. his precum coated the valley of your tits, making it easier for him to slide between them.

while he continued his ministrations of using your titties to fuck himself, you focused on making sylus cum. you increased the pace of your hands, feeling his hand tightening the grip on yours, the vein on his cock pulsating as frequent deep whimpers left his lips. your thumb caught his slit, teasing it as he could feel his balls tighten.

"hmm... gonna make me cum, kitten." he groans, continuing to pump his cock using your hand until you felt the warm, thick wads of his cum dribble down your fingers. his hands slightly trembled, chest heaving as he tried to compose himself.

"fuck, that was... so hot." sylus chuckled, releasing your hand as he watched you bring your cum covered fingers to your mouth; licking his release as you hummed in approval.

he could feel himself get instantly hard again from such an erotic sight.

"you're mean, darling." he shook his head, making you grin.

you broke away your gaze from sylus, watching rafayel fall apart as he desperately groped your tits.

"h-hahhh... need y..-your help, cutie! please?" he pathetically begged, swallowing harshly as his hips stuttered. rafayel grabbed your wrist once more, smelling your scent and licking your flesh; groaning at how intoxicated you made him feel. the tip of his tongue traced your fingers before encasing them with his soft lips, sucking and biting on your digits; indigo eyes looking at you with a pleading look.

you smirked, knowing that it'd be easy to tease him. you were basically at all of their mercy, but knowing you still had just a little bit of power against him at least; it made your heart beat in your pussy.

"you poor thing, need my help?" you pouted, faux sympathy written all over your face. the others watched in amusement and rafayel's horny-fucked brain couldn't even have the dignity to feel embarrassed.

"p-please... promise i'll be good, so good." he breathed out and you smiled in satisfaction, sitting up before pushing him back. rafayel now sat on the mattress, hungry eyes watching you sit back on your knees.

you leaned down, squishing his cock between your tits before sliding them up and down. rafayel's eyes screwed shut in pleasure, countless of goans and whimpers slipping out of his tongue; showering you endlessly with praise.

"y-yeah cutie, just like that... nghhh~ gonna make me cum." rafayel shamelessly moaned, mouth gape open as his breathing was uneven. you stuck your tongue out, lapping at his tip before wrapping your lips around it; suckling on it as if it was a lollipop.

you rubbed your tits together on his shaft, using your mouth to suck the rest. your drool trickled down from his swollen tip to the squishy tight slit created by your tits; making his cock slide with ease. the sounds produced was obscene, shlick shlick shlick. rafayel could feel his body tremble in pleasure, stroking your hair as his balls twitched.

"gonna cum! h-hahhh... p-please, cutie!" his lips were swollen from how much he bit them. soon enough, his hot cum was painting your tits, dripping down your nipples as his cock throbbed.

"fuck.." rafayel sighed, stroking your cheek as he glanced at what he did.

mentally clicking a picture to remember for the rest of his life when he fucks his fist to the thought of you.

"better?" you innocently batted your eyelashes, looking up at him with a dazed expression.

"you little minx." his breath hitched as you turned your face to the side, catching his thumb between your lips to give it a small suck before biting it playfully.

"you seem to be enjoying yourself a little too much, brat." you heard a daring voice break the moment, looking up to see a mean caleb glowering down at you.

you swallowed harshly, looking at rafayel for some help, but the cheeky lemurian only grinned at you; eyes twinkling with trouble as he moved away.

"you like being used like this, don't you? have you forgotten who's in control here?" now, xavier came into view as he scoffed, taking in your pitiful state.

"i think it's time that you learn your place." caleb suddenly pushed you towards the ash-blonde haired male, making you gasp as you were now sitting on his waist; hands pressed against his bare chest. you could feel the curve of xavier's hard cock press against your ass, making you unknowingly grind against the throbbing length of it to seek for some friction.

"tch, look at you. you're like a fuckin' bitch in heat." xavier snickers, holding down your hips with a bruising grip, making you wince. you felt the tip of his dick slip between your wet folds, his hands maneuvering your hips to help you glide on him. a breathy whimper leaves your lips, feeling his sticky tip caress your achy clit.

you hear the clinking sound of caleb's belt being undone and in what felt like mere seconds; you could feel his warm body heat radiating behind you. his lips grazed your nape, the tip of his nose gliding on your skin. he left wet kisses all over your neck and shoulder, trailing down the deep passage of your spine; making you arch forwards from your increased sensitivity.

xavier on the other hand fondled your tits, pinching and twisting your nipples. his fingers moved down, brushing against your hips. suddenly, you felt his tip prodding your tight hole, making you gulp.

they were all so fucking big and thick, you were wondering how you'd take them all. god, you couldn't even use process of elimination to figure out who'd be less painful to take in.

however, all that thinking flew straight out of your ears as xavier planted his feet on the mattress; harshly thrusting upwards into you. a croaky moan ripped out of your throat, your head lolling back to caleb's chest as you breathed heavy.

although xavier wasn't that thick, he was long as fuck; he couldn't even bottom out fully inside your cunt. you could feel his tip kissing your cervix. while caleb continued to place bite marks and lick at his work, xavier paid no mind to his counterpart; fucking you at a brutal pace.

"hnghh~ a-aahh... xav! w-wait!" you tried to slow him down, but that only made him go faster. he grabbed your hands which were resting on his lower stomach, pulling you forwards as you fell on his chest; away from caleb's touch.

the colonel scowled at the loss of your skin, glaring at the ash-blonde male in front of him. xavier didn't care, his hand finding purchase to the supple fatty flesh on your ass, spanking you hard as you yelped in pain and pleasure. your eyes squeezed shut, trying to form coherent words.

"you know i hate it when you don't look at me while i'm fucking you. open your eyes, y/n." he tapped your face, forcing you to look down at him. you bit your lips, trying to prevent another moan from flying out of your mouth, feeling xavier's cock rub your wet velvety walls just right.

his tip continued to bruise your cervix, his thrusts were deep and hard as he made sure you felt every inch of him in you. a ring of cream began to form at the base of his shaft, your juices dripping down to coat his heavy balls as you felt your thighs burning.

"hope you didn't forget about me, princess." caleb whispered, hovering behind you as you felt him grope your ass cheek. your eyes widened as you felt him spread them, his index finger gently grazing your other untouched tight hole.

"nghh.. wait, caleb! h-hahhh, never did it there before." you confessed, making him chuckle.

"well then, i'm glad to be your first here. don't worry, i'll make sure you're ready for me." caleb's words did seem genuine but rather because of the fact that he was about to touch you and feel you somewhere no one ever has.

you nodded at his words, too fucked out to even care about anything else. you were more focused on cumming, your cunt puffy and weeping from being neglected the last time your orgasm was denied; thanks to caleb.

so, you definitely didn't wanna get on his bad side again.

caleb spat on his fingers, bring it down to your ass before spreading the sticky spit on your hole. you soon felt his wet digit push through the tight ring of muscle, making you wince in pain as you breathed heavily.

"f-fuck... hurts.." you whined, but it would soon dissipate as xavier continued to drill into your pussy, distracting you from the pain of having caleb's finger in your ass.

it took some time but eventually the colonel was able to finger-fuck your ass with two of his fingers, meanwhile, xavier thrusted up into your leaky pussy that sheathed his throbbing cock. the ash-blonde haired male rubbed your clit to provide some more stimulation, your body trembling once you felt caleb withdrawing his fingers from inside you.

caleb sat on his knees, spreading your ass once more before leaning in, the tip of his tongue dragging from where you and xavier were connected; all the way up to your ass hole.

"ah! caleb!" you cried out, feeling him land a glob of spit on the tight hole before pulling away. caleb grabbed the base of his cock, his tip was a reddish-purple; angrily weeping precum as he stroked himself a few times. you could hear him groan behind you before feeling his wet tip squish against your hole.

"c'mere." caleb commanded, a hand coming down to gently grab your jaw, pulling you back to him. he tilts your head up, making you look into his eyes; leaning down to press his lips on yours in a searing kiss.

that's when you felt the burning stretch of his fat tip pushing past the tight ring of muscle in your ass, a pained cry leaving your lips, only to be muffled as he swallowed it; not letting go of your lips. tears pricked your eyes, feeling him slowly feed his cock into your tight ass, inch by inch.

the kiss with caleb was rough and messy, full of tongue and spit. the wet smacking sound of his lips clashing with yours as he drinks in your moans was so erotic. as his cock was now thrusted deep in your ass, he was kind enough to let you adjust to his size. his hand still firmly grabbing your jaw in place to not break away from the kiss while the other played with your tits.

meanwhile, xavier continued to give you nice slow and soft thrusts in your cunt, paying close attention to stimulate your clit. you were so full of both of their cocks, your mind was blank.

all you thought of was dick, dick, dick.

it was embarrassing and greedy, how full they made you feel, how good the burn felt as they both stretched out your holes.

it was definitely a pornographic sight.

as you grew used to having both of them inside you, caleb was the first to quicken his pace, pistoning his hips into you as his cock began to rub your walls. following in suit, xavier tried to match his rhythm, fucking your cunt with more rigor. your mouth gaped wide open, unable to respond to caleb's kiss anymore as you were too cock drunk.

"a-a..ahh! nghh~ feels so good!" you cried out in pleasure, feeling them both rub against the thin barrier that separated the two. you could feel your lower stomach churn in pleasure, your eyes rolling back as you began to drool from the corner of your mouth.

"what a dumb little slut, fucked your brains out already?" you heard xavier darkly chuckle, pinching your clit as you yelped at the sudden sharp sensation.

"p-please... wanna cum so bad! x..-xav.." your throat was parched as you tried to control your breathing, your lower stomach tightening as you could feel the familiar build-up of your orgasm.

"tch, you're moaning his name when i'm stuffing you full of my dick? where are your manners, pipsqueak?" caleb's tone was gravely, glaring at you with a look that could only make your knees grow weak, his grip on your jaw tightening just a little to remind you he was still here; balls deep in you.

"s-sor.. hgnhh.. sorry! please, c..caleb.." you stammered out, feeling the alternating push and withdraw of their cocks syncing together; turning your brain into mush.

displeased with your switch up, xavier yanked you forwards by your arm, squishing your cheeks together.

"you deceitful vixen, running to him when you don't get what you want? i'm the one taking care of this slutty pussy and you have the nerve to beg him? the fuck is wrong with you." xavier seethed with anger, his hips bucking into yours with more intensity; making you wail out in pleasure.

"i'm sor-" you tried to helplessy apologize again, only to be pulled back by caleb; the start of a tug-of-war as if you were a toy.

"don't fucking apologize to him, princess. you're mine, so when i say that you can cum, then you cum." caleb whispered, making you shiver as you sniffled out a cry.

"please.. fuck, please- i can't! t..too much.." you whimpered, making them both scoff.

"you can take it." both caleb and xavier sneered, making you whine.

"ungrateful brat, wanting us both and now you're saying it's too much?" xavier slapped your clit, making you jolt. you felt caleb bite down on your shoulder, the cold metal of his dog tag pressed against your warm, flushed skin.

you felt them twitch inside you, throbbing thick cocks rubbing against your insides. caleb and xavier continued to slide in and out of you, making your body grow hot.

"fuck, fuck, please! s-so close..!" you breathed out, feeling xavier's thrusts grow sloppy as with one final hard thrust; he emptied his balls inside you. his thick, warm cum filled your cunt as you quivered, his hips still rolling back in you.

your head was spinning, both of their scents were intoxicating. their hands were groping, slapping and stroking every bit of skin exposed to their lustful eyes. both caleb and xavier's thrusts held no mercy, battering your cunt and ass as your thighs felt like jelly. you squealed, feeling your walls tightening as you desperately squirmed, trying to lift yourself off and escape.

"where are you going? don't run away, i'm not done yet." caleb yanked you back to him. caleb's grunts and groans got louder by your ear, his arm wrapping around your stomach to hold you down in place; his cock fully in your ass as he shot fat wads of his sticky cum.

before you could process anything, they sadistically exchanged a cruel smirk, pulling out of you as your holes gushed out an obscene amount of their mixed cum.

"n-no! no! hnghh.. w-why.." you sobbed at the loss of contact, the fullness of their cocks gone as your orgasm was destroyed for the second time.

"since we weren't enough, why don't you go ask the others." caleb pushed you to the side, making you collapse on the mattress as tears ran down your cheek.

you looked up and noticed sylus and rafayel looking down at you, an unwavering glint pinned on your ruined form as they waited for your next move. it was humiliating, how you were begging them to let you cum; but it was too much.

you were going insane, needing some relief.

you weakly crawled to sylus and rafayel, sniffling as your body began to shake. your thighs were dripping with xavier and caleb's cum, your messy holes pulsing and aching.

"sy.. raf.. please, make me cum. i-i... i promise i'll be a good girl." you desperately pleaded, fat teardrops running down your flushed cheeks; making them both groan as your pathetic state only made their cocks harden.

"poor little kitten, they were so mean to you, weren't they?" sylus cooed as he wiped your tears away, tone honeyed with gentleness but with an undertone of mischief.

you nodded helplessly, leaning into his touch as you nuzzled your cheeks into his palm. you kissed the inside of his hand, licking the warm and rough skin.

just like a kitten.

sylus grinned at your antics, amused at how compliant you were. however, he wasn't that mean; he'd humor you.

"need us to make her feel better, cutie?" rafayel teasingly spoke, long fingers running across your slit as you whimpered; the tip of his digits circling your clit.

"mmphh, y-yes... please.." you bit down on your lip, tasting the metallic taste of blood.

"alright, sweetie. we'll help you." sylus chortled, leaning against the headboard. he grabbed your hips, spinning you around in one fluid motion, your back now facing him. he then lifted you up before placing you on his waist, as if you weighed nothing.

you yelped as sylus hooked his beefy arms under your thighs, pulling them up to your head; putting you in a mean full nelson. the sudden pressure and stretch made your cunt gush out more of the cum that was fucked into you earlier, soaked pussy lips spread apart as you were now exposed and on display in a very vulnerable position.

"s-sylus!" you shyly meeked, making him hum.

"what? don't be selfish, sweetie. you know the fish is an artist, let him see this masterpiece." sylus bit your earlobe.

rafayel settled between sylus's legs, now in front of you as he shamelessly stared at your messy folds. he salivated as it took everything in him to not just lean down and makeout with your tempting cunt.

"stop lookin'." you whined, feeling how intense his gaze was. however, rafayel just gave you a breathy chuckle.

"why not? she's sooooo pretty." he licked his lips, flashing you a boyish grin, making your heart leap into your throat.

the lemurian lowered his head, pressing gentle kisses on your soft stomach, dragging his lips up your navel until he reached your tits. he sighed in bliss, smoothering his face between your boobs as he kissed and licked the mounds of flesh.

his dick rested on top of your pussy, sticky tip parting your folds as he rutted his hips; sliding the length of his cock against your slick covered cunt. his tip repeatedly nudged your clit, rubbing it as you moaned in bliss from the heavenly contact.

your hand found purchase in his dusky, purple hair; carding your fingers through his soft locks. you tugged on his hair, making him moan as the vibration rumbling from his lips were felt on your nipple as he sucked; making you choke out a moan.

the silver haired male kissed your temple, smiling.

"come on, sweetie, need you to hold your legs up for me so i can take care of you." his voice was groggy, releasing your legs before grabbing your hands to help you lift them as you obeyed.

"there you go, good girl." sylus praised, grabbing the base of his cock, swiping it a few times between your messy folds, nudging his tip on your hole. you moaned at the feel of his cock deliciously rubbing against your aching pussy.

"p-please... nghh- no more teasing." you were breathless, feeling rafayel once again capture your nipple in his mouth, suckling as if his purpose in life was to worship your tits.

"if you say so, sweetie." sylus compliantly shoved his inches in you, feeding your greedy hole his hard dick. your jaw dropped, eyes rolling back as his fat girth stretched your cunt; sliding in with ease because of your arousal along with xavier and caleb's shared cum.

rafayel watched your hole eagerly swallow up sylus's cock, gulping at the sight as his dick was painfully hard; globs of precum dripping onto your clit.

"so tight even after all that? how cute." sylus lets out a huff, slowly moving his hips upwards to give you some slow and deep strokes; tip squishing against your cervix.

"h-hnghh... fuck... feels so good, sy." you moaned, turning your head to the side to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. he happily accepted, sucking on your bottom lip before swiping his tongue against it for permission to explore your mouth.

his hands firmly grabbed your hips before planting his feet on the mattress, grounding both himself and you before pounding upwards into your dripping cunt. your mouth flew open from his sudden shift in pace, and he took that chance to shove his tongue in your mouth; exploring every cavern and crevice. both of your tongues mingled and tangled, sucking and licking as drool trickled down your chin.

"fuck, cutie... you look so hot like this; it's tempting. i can't let the crow have all the fun now, can i?" rafayel's fingers stroked your thigh, leaning down to kiss your plush thighs, gently biting the soft skin.

"ahhh... raf.." you whimpered, biting your lip as you feel his tip poke your ass hole. you released one of your legs, pressing your foot on his chest to stop him.

"hm?" the lemurian tilts his head in confusion at your sudden action, stopping his advances.

"n-not there... need you and sy at the same time.." you licked your dry lips, words barely coming out as a whisper. rafayel's eyes widened at your request, sylus's ruby orbs mirroring the same bewilderment.

"naughty girl, you want us both in this sweet cunt of yours? you think you can handle it?" sylus teased, a cocky smirk painted on his lips.

you nodded frantically, your foot running down rafayel's chest as you looked up at him with a cheeky smile; eyes barely open as you gazed at him with a dazed look.

"i can handle it, p-promise." you assured, making rafayel grin.

"well you heard her, crow. make some space." he grabbed the base of his shaft, now aligning his cock with your hole that was already occupied with sylus's thick cock. the silver haired male scoffed, rolling his eyes before momentarily stopping his thrusts; letting rafayel ease into you.

a screamish-moan ripped out of your throat, your walls clamping instinctively on both of their cocks; both men grunting in response as the space became tighter. your eyes swelled with tears, the salty warm fluid streaming down your cheeks as you tried to adjust to the painful stretch of having two giant cocks lodged in your cunt at the same time.

"shh... there, there, pretty girl. it's okay." rafayel tried to console you, his words barely making it to a full sentence before his voice betrayed him; a strangled whimper slipping off his tongue.

"i gotcha, sweetie." sylus mumbled against the skin of your nape, his hand snaking around your waist, fingers finding your clit as he began to rub soothing circles on the bundle of nerves to distract you.

the both of them allowed you to adjust to their cocks, providing additional stimulation to help you relax so that your walls aren't as tense. rafayel's teeth grazed your nipples, teasing and flicking the pebbled buds while sylus's fingers worked their magic to affectionately pinch and stroke your clit.

"nghh~ feels good... hnnghh- need more." you whined, moving your hips on your own accord, wincing as you could feel both of their dicks rubbing against your velvety wet walls.

"ya sure you're ready, cutie? we have all night." rafayel let out a shaky laugh, half-joking.

"moveee." you bucked your hips, making sylus chuckle.

"someone's impatient, not that i mind." with that being said, sylus once again began to slowly thrust into your pussy. he grunted, feeling his cock graze against rafayel's, the sensation feeling a little weird but he ignored that fact.

rafayel moaned at the sudden friction, his hand wrapping around your calf to push it by your head; mirroring your other leg which you still held up obediently. rafayel leaned closer, pressing against you before latching his lips onto your; kissing you senselessly.

you moaned into his mouth, feeling the both of them pistoning into your tight, dripping hole. rafayel hissed as he felt your fingers tug his hair, angling your jaw to deepend the kiss.

the room was full of wet skin slapping followed by the lewd sound of your pussy gushing out your juices; coating their cocks in your arousal as it dribbled down to their balls. rafayel's lips continued to suck and kiss at your swollen and bitten once; his tongue suckling with yours before pulling away as a string of saliva connected you two.

he pushed himself off of you, bringing the leg he held for you towards him. he kissed your ankle, running the tip of his tongue down to your calf before kitten-biting the flesh of it.

"mmphh... you taste so fucking sweet." rafayel swore under his breath, thrusting his cock deeper into your weeping hole. sylus followed in suit, both of their tips bruising your cervix.

"shit... you're taking us both so well, sweetie." sylus praised, now matching the movement of his fingers that were once leisurely rubbing your clit to the pace of his thrusts.

in seconds, everything shifted.

their gazes darkened, clouded with need and hunger. you squealed, feeling both sylus and rafayel thrusting in and out of your cunt with no mercy as their movement didn't falter.

not once.

they were so perfectly synced together, as if they were one.

"a-ahhhh~... f-fuck! please, please, please! so close... god! i'm gonna cum!" you choked on your tears as you sobbed, the pleasure you were feeling was intense.

your eyes rolled back, toes curled as you were gasping for air. both men grunted and moaned; focusing on chasing their high.

"how bad you want it, kitten?" sylus groaned, fucking his hips upward as you whimpered.

"so bad, fuck, need it so bad!" you desperately answered, convinced that you wouldn't survive another ruined orgasm.

"yeah? ask nicely, where are your manners, cutie?" rafayel snickered, driving his hips into your; pelvis meeting yours with brutal thrusts that made your body jerk.

"h-hahhhh... oh my god...- please, please, please. let me cum? i promise i'll be good, so fuckin' good. please raf... sy... need it so bad." you threw out every last ounce of dignity within yourself to beg them with your last bit of voice.

both men, clearly satisfied with your answer, feed your cunt with their cocks using an unforgiving pace of thrusts. rafayel's hips were a bit sloppier, but they were fast and needy, like he was scared that you'd disappear. in contrast, sylus's pace was slow but his thrusts were hard and deep; making sure his tip met your cervix with every movement of his hips.

"fuck, fuck, fuck..." the silver haired male let out a guttural moan, eyes screwed shut as he could feel his cock pulsate; vein twitching as blood flowed with adrenaline.

rafayel shamelessly moaned on top of you, panting like a dog as he continued to fuck his dick into your wet hole.

"open your mouth." he demanded and too fucked out to even decipher his intentions, you obeyed. rafayel spat into your mouth, the thick glob of spit coating your tongue before you swallowed it.

"good girl." rafayel grunted, feeling his balls tightening as he was close to cumming as well.

your stomach knotted, the build-up of your orgasm even more stronger as your gummy walls clamped down on their cocks viciously.

"auughh~ i'm cumming! fuck.. hnghh..." you choked out a moan, eyes screwed shut as hot liquid squirted out of your cunt; coating rafayel's lower abdomen. you creamed on their cocks, body twitching as you feel both of them creampie you; shoving their sticky and gooey cum deep into your womb.

your juices and their cum dripped down your thigh, coating sylus's balls as you could hear his breathing become uneven from the aftermath of such intense pleasure. rafayel collapsed on top of you, still mindful to not crush you with his entire weight.

"so tired..." he childishly whined, biting your nipple playfully as you huffed.

"you're heavy, raf, get off." you grumbled, making him pout as he smoothered his face between your boobs once again.

"nah, you're too soft." he argued, making you roll your eyes.

"i feel sticky and gross.." you mumbled, noticing how the room was a bit more quieter. xavier was passed out on the couch and caleb left the room a few minutes ago for whatever reason; zayne watching the whole scene intently from the edge of the bed.

you locked eyes with him, noticing the slight blush on his face. he cleared his throat, looking away.

"perhaps a hot shower might be nice." he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"yeah, it does sound tempting." you hummed.

"need some help, sweetie?" sylus offered, but his tone had a hint of mischief.

"i got it." zayne suddenly spoke up, walking over to where you were sandwhiched between rafayel and sylus. he pushed the groggy lemurian over, making him groan.

"hey! i was comfy." rafayel complained, making the doctor roll his eyes.

"it's my place, surely i know my bathroom better." sylus snickered, making zayne narrow his eyes.

"if i could perfom hundreds of heart surgeries, i'm sure i can figure out how to work your damn shower." zayne snarked back with an equal amount of bite, making the silver haired male smirk.

"touche, she's all yours, doc." sylus chuckled.

zayne sighed, scooping you up in his arms before heading into the bathroom; locking the door behind him.

"you look... fucked." he blurted out, making you laugh at his dry comment.

"wow, thanks, i didn't know." you playfully rolled your eyes, making him crack a small smile.

"that was... intense. after you shower, i could get you some painkillers to help with any soreness. can you stand?" zayne asked with a flicker of concern in his hazel orbs, settling you on your legs and lightly loosening his grip; only for your knees to wobble as you held onto his bicep for support.

"i guess not." he answered his own question, making you chuckle.

"mind helping me out, doc?" you asked, peering up at him with a girly smile. zayne felt his heart skip a beat, heat creeping up to his neck.

it's not like this would be his first time being intimate with you, but you still made him feel incredibly nervous.

"if you insist, then i don't mind." his tone was soft and gentle. you smiled at his agreement, taking off his glasses. you leaned onto the sink for support, watching him undo his tie before unbuttoning his shirt; revealing his chiseled chest.

fuck, his physique was like a greek god.

he undid his belt, zipping down his pants before kicking them off together with his boxers; his cock springing to life as his pinkish tip was a little swollen while dripping with precum. you leaned forwards, now pressed against him as your bare chest rubbed against his.

zayne groaned at the intimate skinship, his cock rubbing against your soft thighs. your hand reached down, grabbing the shaft as you experimentally gave it a few strokes.

"let me take care of you." your voice was a bare whisper, making him shudder. but, to your surprise, he shook his head.

"no, you don't have to do this for me, i'll get myself off or something. just ignore it, okay?" zayne tried to convince you, but it only made you frown.

"but i want to... i've been wanting to feel you the whole night." you pressed soft kisses along his jawline, making him swallow harshly as you saw his adam's apple bob.

"then let me make it up to you since that bastard pulled me away from you. i'll make you feel good, baby." he lifted your hips, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist as his cock was now nestled between your folds.

he walked inside the shower, pulling the glass doors to close it before turning on the water; adjusting the temperature. you cupped his face, pulling him closer to yours to seal his lips with yours.

zayne moaned into your mouth, molding his lips with yours as he softly kneaded your ass. your tongue poked his bottom lip, seeking for entry which he happily granted. you kissed him with a needy vigor, sucking his tongue as you stroked his wet jet black hair.

pulling away breathlessly, zayne looked down at you with swollen lips. he attacked your neck with kisses, making your whimper as you felt his tongue graze your flesh, softly tracing the hickies left on your skin with the tip of his tongue. he moved down to your tits, sucking your nipples as your hand held the back of his head; pushing him closer as you moaned.

"mhmm... feels so good, zayne." you praised, watching him tug your nipple between his teeth before giving it a deserving suck. he soon lets go of your swollen bud, hazel eyes meeting yours.

"i'll be gentle, okay?" he assured, making your chest feel warm and fuzzy as you nodded; wrapping your arms around his neck.

zayne grabbed the base of his cock, tapping your clit a few times, making you jolt. he smirked at how responsive your body was, aligning his tip with your hole. with a firm grip on your hips, he begin to sink you down on his hard cock, slowly shoving his inches inside you.

your mouth formed an 'o' shape as your eyes shut tight, feeling full as he bottomed out.

"s-so full.." you moaned, feeling him slowly thrust inside of you as the curve of his dick molded so perfectly in your wet walls. you clenched down on him, making him grunt at the sudden tightness.

"you feel so good, babygirl." zayne whispered, pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek and temple before sliding you up and down his dick. you rested your head on his shoulder, inhaling his scent as you kissed his neck.

this felt so new compared to what happened just minutes ago. the others fought over you like you were some piece of meat to claim; but zayne treated you like you were made of glass.

he was so gentle with his touches and strokes, you could almost cry.

zayne's tip nudged your cervix with every push of his hips, now having you pressed against the wall to have a better hold of you so that he can drive his hips into yours faster. your cunt weeped with arousal, gummy walls coated with his precum.

his thrusts were sharp yet slow, making sure it applied the right amount of pressure and friction to make you feel like you were seeing stars. his balls slapped against your ass, your nipple between his lips.

"hnghh.. love your cock, zyane. g-gonna cum.." you let out a shaky breath, clenching down on him as your increased sensitivity betrayed your body, not allowing you to hold onto your orgasm for too long.

"it's okay, baby. you can cum." he grunted against the wet skin of your tits and you didn't realize how intimate and erotic the whole sight was.

a choked out whimper escaped your throat, your cunt clamping down on him as you squirted all over his cock. your body twitched and trembled at your orgasm, panting as you leaned against his chest.

"shit, please... i need you to fill me up." you begged and that's all it took him to bust a fat load of his thick, hot cum inside your hole.

"fuck.." he swore and god it sounded so hot coming from his mouth.

the bathroom was filled with the sounds of uneven breathing and the running showerhead.

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you stirred awake, groaning as you now laid on your back. sunlight beamed into your room, making your eyes burn as you tried to crack one of them.

"fuckin' hell.." you cursed under your breath, adjusting your vision as you sat up on your bed. your head was swirling as you held it in pain, wincing.

it was all a dream.

you slapped yourself, not believing how delusional you became to believe that whatever the hell that was could be reality.

"yeah, i'm losing it." you sighed deeply, scratching your head. you tapped your phone screen, reading the time as your eyes blew wide open.

fuck, it was well past noon, meaning you missed your morning classes already.

"you're kidding me." you huffed out in annoyance, leaning back on the headboard as you unlocked your phone.

you saw the many, many, many missed calls from your best friend; making you snort.

as you swiped through your applications, your eyes fell on the love and deepspace icon. memories of your strange dream replayed fresh in your memory, your body weirdly aching.

you brushed off those thoughts, clicking the icon as you wondered if infold fixed those weird bugs and glitches by now. you were surprised to see the app back into shape, running in good quality as you logged in with ease.

"huh, weird." you mumbled to yourself, calmly collecting your daily’s.

until you realized you had five unread messages.

hey pipsqueak, hope you're not still mad at me for being a bit mean to ya. i'll cook for you when you come back :p

hope you're not missing me too much, sweetie. come back and i'll take you for a joyride.

cutieeee! i miss you already :C come back soon, okay? need my personal pillow back.

if your throat is still sore, come back so we can have hotpot together. it'll be my treat.

have you taken those painkillers like i told you to?

your jaw was wide open, not believing your eyes. these texts seemed way too real to be automated.

"what the fuck." you quickly opened your front camera, only to see the faint purplish marks decorating your neck.

holy shit, all of that was real.

a smirk etched on your face as you quickly tapped the facetime app, ringing the only person you knew could stand this news and have a silver of faith in you to be convinced.

"finally decided to call me back? thought you died in your sleep or something." your best friend nagged at you, making you chuckle.

"you won't believe what happened last night." you giggle, making her roll her eyes at you.

"let me guess, you had a dream about all the lads guys fucking your brains out." she responded with a bored voice.

"even better."

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a/n: hehe, if you made it to the end, kuddos to you cuz rereading through this was a pain the ass. if you couldn't tell by now, this was very self-indulgent, so i got carried away. hope you guys enjoyed it tho!!

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Interdimensional Epiphany l Rafayel

CHAPTER 5

Chapter 4 | Chapter 6 coming soon

Summary: A fortnight of compensated leave from your company was supposed to be a rejuvenating experience. Things take an unexpected turn when Rafayel, your choice of ML, starts becoming self-aware. His love knows no bounds, not even interdimensional ones.

Warning(s): Subject to change as we progress further into the story. The series has major character deaths, subdued manipulation, heavy angst with a happy(?) ending, slight yandere themes, fluff, did I mention angst? For this chapter: Major character death, torture, immolation, heavy references to blood and betrayal, graphic violence, arson, not myth or timeline accurate, maniacal characters.

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The manor that had been arranged for Rafayel to stay in for some time was a far cry from the home he’d known. Rafayel didn’t remember much of the drive there, only the long stretch of winding roads leading him further away from the smoldering wreckage of Mo Art Studio. His mind had been somewhere else, a deep, painful fog that seemed to darken everything in its path. He hadn’t asked for the relocation. But the decision had been made without his input, and he’d accepted it the same way he accepted the news of the fire — without resistance, too numb to care.

The manor sat on another hill overlooking Whitesand Bay, a sweeping view of the sea below, but Rafayel had no desire to look at it today. The water, once a calming reminder of his roots, now felt distant and infuriating. Instead, he sat in the center of the expansive study, staring at the high ceilings, his breath shallow. The space was overwhelming.

Rafayel let out a low exhale and sank into a plush armchair, spinning the chair absentmindedly. His fingers drummed on the armrest, the rhythmic sound filling the air like a ticking clock. Time passed, but nothing seemed to move forward. The anger, simmering beneath the surface, threatened to boil over again, but he clamped down on it.

He couldn’t act recklessly — not yet. He had to be patient. There were details to consider, a plan to form, and the last thing he needed was to lose control now. He needed answers, and he would get them, even if it took everything inside him to stay calm.

And then the door to the manor creaked open. Rafayel didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. His manager’s footsteps were hesitant, Thomas’s head appeared around the corner, his gaze wary, like he was approaching a bomb ready to explode.

“I, uh... I think you’ll want to see this.” Thomas said, his voice tight, as if he were trying to tread carefully. He moved toward Rafayel, a small USB drive held in his hand.

Rafayel didn’t say a word. Thomas’s expression was one of guilt — regret even. He hesitated for a moment, then set the drive on the table in front of Rafayel, as if afraid to get any closer. Without a word, Thomas turned and left the room, his footsteps fading into the quiet distance. He didn’t move for a long time. His fingers curled into fists as his eyes stayed fixed on the USB drive. After a few more moments of contemplation, he reached for it. The weight of it felt too small for what it was about to contain.

Rafayel didn’t waste a second. He shoved the pen drive into his computer, eyes already narrowing, waiting for the inevitable. A file popped up automatically on the screen, and for a moment, his heartbeat stuttered. Surveillance footage.

He clicked on it.

The timestamp on the video read a few hours before the fire. Rafayel leaned forward in his chair, his hands gripping the armrests tightly, his breath shallow as he watched the grainy footage unfold. The first part was uneventful. A few people walked past the building, chatting or on their phones. He clicked through, fast-forwarding the mundane snippets of time. The room around him was unnervingly silent, save for the occasional hum of his computer and the muffled sound of the sea outside.

And then — there she was.

Mikayla.

At first, the footage showed nothing unusual after her arrival. Mikayla, with her slender frame and determined gait, walking up to the door, stopping to adjust her hair. But then came the unmistakable glint of tools in her hands and a kerosene can beside her legs. A lockpick was delicately wedged into the door. Rafayel’s jaw tightened as he watched Mikayla, the woman he'd once trusted, invade his personal space with cold calculation.

The next few frames were more damning. He saw her slipping inside — the house quiet and empty, as it had been when he’d left. But the silence was broken only by the sound of kerosene splashing. Rafayel’s jaw tightened as he watched her pour it. Everywhere. In the living room. In the hallway.

His eyes blazed with a cold fury, flicking between each camera as she systematically soaked the rooms. Especially the studio. His studio. The place where he'd poured his heart out, the very space where he'd captured you — his muse, his obsession. The portraits of you, unfinished and aching with life, lying there, oblivious to what was coming.

He flicked to the kitchen cam next. She turned on the stove, the flame dancing briefly as she set something near it, perhaps setting it up to ignite the rest of the house. Then, the heaters. One by one, she activated them in rooms scattered throughout the building.

She was ensuring there was no way to contain it, Rafayel thought, anger bubbling in his chest.

The last angle — the yard camera — showed her walking down the pathway, her head held high. And then she stopped. Turned her head slightly, as if to watch her handiwork. And that was the last frame before the fire began to spread. It wasn’t just a spark. It was a rush of fire, a violent wave of heat, starting from the kitchen and spreading like wildfire, engulfing the entire structure.

Rafayel’s vision blazed blue again, the glow so bright it nearly illuminated the room. His hand slammed onto the desk, splintering the silence with a force that felt like it might tear him apart. His teeth gritted as he muttered under his breath, “It was her…”

The revelation hit like a hammer. His mind raced, thoughts colliding, trying to make sense of it all. Why? Why would she do this?

But no matter the reasoning, no matter how many times he replayed it, the truth was simple. Mikayla had burned everything he had ever cared about. She didn’t even consider the effort he had put into his works, or the fact that he cherished Mo as his home to some extent.

His powers flared again as his mind replayed the footage in an endless loop, each time seeing Mikayla’s face, each time imagining her walking away, untouched. But not for long.

She’ll pay.

He stood abruptly, the chair screeching across the floor as he rose. His heart pounded in his ears, as he dialled a number of a person he had kept in the back of his mind all these years. He presses the phone to his ear just as the line connects.

“Amund, it is time.”

Mikayla stood at the edge of the cliffside estate, her figure small against the vast expanse of Whitesand Bay. The wind tugged at the hem of her coat, lifting strands of her hair and carrying them into the salty air. She barely noticed. Her eyes were fixed on the horizon, glassy and unfocused, while her fingers tapped rhythmically against her phone screen — not with intent, but as if driven by muscle memory alone.

She had come here because of a short, cryptic message from Rafayel.

“I need what you’ve kept with you for too long.”

There had been no context, no greeting, just that single line. She had read it twice, then again, confusion twisting into unease. Whatever it meant, she couldn't ignore it. Rafayel didn’t speak in riddles unless there was weight behind them — and lately, his silences carried the mass of a storm.

Her heels had clicked up the stone pathway to the manor only to be met by Thomas. The door cracked open just enough for him to peer out — expression unreadable, lips a straight, disapproving line. His eyes were sunken with fatigue, and something else, something grim: a knowledge he didn’t want to hold.

“Rafayel’s not here,” he’d said curtly.

She opened her mouth, but before she could form a question, he added, “Don’t ask. He disappears like that. Always has.”

Then, without another word, the door had shut. So now she waited. The manor loomed behind her like a sleeping beast — windows tall and dark, its chimneys unmoving against the gray sky. She had texted Rafayel again two minutes ago, asking about his whereabouts and had gotten no reply yet.

Mikayla turned her gaze back to the ocean. It stretched endlessly, a field of rolling steel-blue waves that mirrored the heavy clouds above. Normally, this view brought her peace — the ebb and flow of the tide, the way the sunlight danced on the water’s surface. But today, something was different. The sea was no longer passive. It felt alive.

The wind sharpened, slicing across her cheeks. Down below, the shoreline churned, frothing violently as wave after wave collided with the rocks. The waters had turned from sapphire to slate, turbulent and restless, like a beast pacing within its cage.

Mikayla took a step back instinctively.

A sudden surge of water roared up the beach, crashing toward the cliff’s edge with startling speed. She barely had time to move, stepping sideways as the wave surged close — not quite high enough to drench her, but close enough to spit foam onto her shoes. She glanced down, cursing under her breath, but before the irritation could fully settle, she felt a shift.

It wasn't just a change in tide. It was as if the ocean had decided it no longer wished to sit still. A sudden hush settled, eerily quiet — and then the sea screamed. From the horizon, a towering swell rose, unnaturally fast. A tidal wave, dark as night and crowned with whitecaps like sharpened teeth, hurtled toward the shore. It curved like a spine, arching as if summoned by wrath.

Mikayla’s breath caught. Her feet froze. The sky dimmed as the wall of water rose above her, blotting out what little light remained.

Cold seized her legs first — then her waist, her chest — and then she was under. Dragged violently through the sand and into the frothing embrace of the sea. The world above vanished, replaced by a riot of bubbles, shadow, and cold pressure.

She fought, but it was futile. The ocean didn’t care for struggles. It twisted her limbs, spun her in currents that felt like iron cables wrapping around her. She tried to cry out, but the sea swallowed her voice.

Her fingers slackened. Her limbs, once flailing, drifted like ribbons in the dark. The light overhead — distant and warbled — faded until she could no longer tell up from down.

And far above, on the cliffs of Whitesand Bay, the sea hissed against the rocks, retreating slowly — as if it had claimed what it came for, and was now satisfied.

Mikayla blinked against the watery haze, slowly regaining control of her senses. She realized her wrists and ankles were bound, held by coils of glowing kelp-like chain, pulsing faintly in the water’s ethereal light. She opened her eyes, and the sight that greeted her stole the breath she hadn’t even known she could draw underwater.

The world around her shimmered with an otherworldly sheen — an ancient ruin, bathed in bioluminescent blues and deep violets, its crumbled stone columns etched with unfamiliar symbols. Coral bloomed from broken walls, and strange, luminous fish swam between the gaps like wandering thoughts.

And then it struck her.

She had seen this place before — not once, but countless times in dreams, always out of reach. And now, she was here.

As Mikayla’s thoughts scrambled to make sense of it all, a dark silhouette stretched across the ocean floor, and her body tensed. She raised her head instinctively, eyes adjusting to the approaching figure, and there — just a few feet away — was Rafayel.

Her initial tension dissolved into fragile relief.

“Rafayel,” she breathed, her voice soft, the sound somehow carrying through the water as clearly as it would on land. Seeing him — a familiar face in a sea of the surreal — steadied her, if only for a moment. “What is this place? Why are we here…? Is it some wanderer’s effect?”

She expected a trace of warmth in his eyes or a sarcastic quip. But none came.

Instead, he stopped before her, his presence impossibly still. Up close, she could see how changed he was — how far from the man she remembered. His usually dusky eyes were now a luminous ultramarine, glowing with a quiet, alien intensity. Fins, translucent and glimmering, curved elegantly along the shell of his ears, and scaled patterns — the same deep blue — trailed from beneath his jaw down his throat, disappearing under the folds of his garments. But more than his appearance, it was his expression that pierced her the most.

From the edge of her vision, she noticed another figure — an old man watching from behind one of the shattered columns. His expression twisted into a sneer the moment their eyes met, his amusement thinly veiled. He didn’t speak, but the mockery in his gaze said enough.

“You thought I would remain in the dark?” He said, voice as steady as stone, yet heavy with restrained fury. “You thought, perhaps, I wouldn’t find the person who was the cause of the absolute desecration of everything I ever built?”

“What are you talking about?” she asked, her tone still confused but shifting — touched with a thread of caution.

“You set sanctuary aflame, destroyed my life’s work.” His voice didn’t rise, but each word landed like a drop of molten lead. “You chose to destroy what you never had the patience to understand.”

The girl who had blinked at him with confusion only moments ago began to fade as something in her shifted. She clicked her tongue, her eyes narrowing. The softness drained from her features, replaced by a steely indifference. Her shoulders lifted with a breathless huff, chin tipping upward.

“Ah,” she murmured, her voice now cool and unhurried. “So you did find out.”

She tilted her head toward the chains binding her. “So that’s the reason I’m here, then? You believe a cage will humble me?” She gave a half-laugh — not mocking, but disdainful. “I won’t be treated like this, Rafayel. Not by you.”

“You speak as though you still have the right to be offended,” he said. “As though betrayal gives you the high ground.”

The water between them seemed to pulse with tension. Rafayel’s face twitched, barely — just enough to betray the tempest beneath the stillness. He turned from her, walking slowly toward the crumbled remains of a podium, his hands clasped behind his back like a judge before the verdict. He stood there for a breath and then turned to face her again.

“Although, you’re right,” he said, voice edged with cruel irony. “You’re my guest in the Island of Songs. I should be offering you hospitality.” He smiled, but it was simply a hollow curve of the mouth. “We’re close, aren’t we? You deserve the best.”

He paused, and the chains around her responded before he gave them voice. Her eyes widened a fraction as the bindings cinched tighter. The pressure multiplied, slamming against her skin, her bones. Mikayla hissed through her teeth, pain lancing through her limbs as the magical restraints dug deep into her.

She struggled, chest heaving, the sting of betrayal blooming sharper than any wound.

"Rafayel—"

Amund’s footsteps echoed solemnly against the sea-glass tiles of the submerged ruin as he approached Rafayel with measured grace. In his hands, he cradled something wrapped in silk — an object so sacred that even the coral seemed to lean away from it, as though aware of its resonance. With reverence, the old man drew back the translucent cloth to reveal a ceremonial dagger. Its blade shimmered with an unnatural luminance, forged from a metal no surface-world forge had ever touched — a sleek, obsidian-sheened platinum veined with veins of soft violet glow, like lightning locked in ice. The hilt curved like the spine of a mythical sea-serpent, etched in Lemurian runes that pulsed faintly as if they were breathing.

Rafayel stood silently, hands open and steady, accepting the dagger with both palms outstretched. The moment it touched his skin, the runes began to burn brighter, their glow syncing with the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Amund muttered in Lemurian, each syllable stirring unseen forces in the depths around them.

Rafayel turned, his gaze settled once more on Mikayla.

She hung suspended in the enchanted chains, arms spread slightly from her sides, her body bowed by the pressure of their grip. The kelp-like bonds writhed faintly, as though aware of their victim’s pain and drawing nourishment from it. Her breaths came shallow and uneven, each one a ragged effort. Her eyes, though glassy with strain, still held defiance — but it was a dying flame.

“How does it feel?” he asked, his voice velvet-wrapped iron. He let his lips curl into a smile that bore no warmth, only satisfaction. “Come on, Mikayla. Tolerate it. So much worse is still to come.”

The chains pulsed tighter in response and she hissed, blood blooming like scarlet ink in the water, curling in gentle spirals as if even her agony had been choreographed. Her voice broke as she choked out, “What do you want?”

Rafayel didn’t answer immediately. He began to walk toward her, stopping only inches from her, crouching slightly so that their eyes met. He lifted the dagger between them, tilting it gently so the gleam of its edge traced the outline of her cheek. The blade didn’t touch her, but it sang — a high, aching frequency that made her teeth ache.

“I want your heart,” he said softly. Then he chuckled, dry and unkind, before letting the hilt fall into a loose grip. He drew his free hand across his face in mock frustration, as though catching himself in a minor social faux pas.

“Oh — sorry,” he said with mocking sweetness. “My heart, actually.”

Mikayla’s face contorted with disbelief, color rising high on her cheeks even as the cold currents tried to drain the warmth from her skin. Her voice cracked as it rose into a scream, her words laced with venom and heartbreak.

“All this — all this — for a woman you don’t even know. A woman who doesn’t exist, Rafayel!”

Rafayel didn’t flinch. Instead, he chuckled mirthlessly, his eyes, still pulsing with that ultramarine glow, glinted with something unrecognizable to the man she once knew.

“Oh, but I do know her,” he stated, voice silked with certainty. “And she’s not just any woman, believe me.”

He tapped his chin thoughtfully with the tip of the ceremonial dagger, an idle gesture made cruel by the context — as if he were pondering nothing more serious than a piece of music or a half-finished poem. Mikayla’s breath caught as she watched him. She’s not real, her mind screamed. But he wasn’t hearing that now. He wasn’t hearing her at all.

He continued, voice almost pleasant: “And you don’t have to worry about whether I’ll meet her or not. After today,” — his smile widened, predatory — “you can be most certain that I will.”

“Although…” He tilted his head, feigning regret. “I can’t guarantee you’ll live to witness that.”

Her lips parted, but no sound came. For the first time, real fear bloomed in her chest. Not the fear of pain — no, she had endured that and more — but the fear of being forgotten. Of being eclipsed in the heart of a man who had once refused to stop seeing her, even when she pushed him away again and again. The man who once poured himself into painting her shadows now looked through her as though she were just another ruin left behind.

And this — this — over a fantasy? A woman who lived only in his brushstrokes and canvases?

Her eyes burned as angry, spiteful tears spilled into the water, turning her vision into a blur of motion and light. Her heart screamed against itself — against the punishment now being dealt by her own hands, from choices she had long buried beneath indifference and superiority.

But there was still one card left to play.

With trembling strength, she raised her chin. Her jaw was set, her voice breathy but resolute. She summoned power from the marrow of her bones, from the bond he had made with her long ago beneath moonlit tides.

Her voice struck through the water like a divine command:

“With the authority granted to me by the Ocean’s Covenant,” she began, gritting her teeth, “I order you to erase that wo—”

She never finished.

Rafayel spun. In an instant, the casual cruelty was gone — replaced by a sharp, ruthless urgency. The blade flashed through the water like a bolt of light summoned from the seabed, and in a single fluid motion, he swung the dagger toward her with terrifying precision. Her eyes widened and the words on her tongue dissolved like salt. A current followed in the weapon’s wake, rippling out like a shockwave.

The dagger sang through the water as it arced downward, and in a blink — before Mikayla could finish her forbidden command — the blade severed her tongue.

A rush of crimson bloomed, then disappeared into the depths in whorls of blood-tinged silence. No scream followed. There was only the choked gasp of a body shocked beyond endurance, and the widening of her eyes — first in disbelief, then in searing agony.

Her voice, the very instrument of her power, was gone.

Forever.

Rafayel stood over her, breathing slowly as the runes along the dagger’s hilt pulsed brighter, feeding on the severed command, on the fractured spell still echoing in the current like a fading heartbeat. The silence that followed was immense — not merely the absence of sound, but the suppression of something sacred. Mikayla’s breath trembled in short, helpless bursts as her blood mingled with the salt of the sea, her limbs twitching against the binds that refused to release her.

Rafayel’s face twisted, not in anger — but in disgust.

“Had I known you’d fall to this level…” he murmured, his voice a low thunder, rumbling with grief barely leashed beneath the fury. “Compelling me to forget something I held dear… to erase her from my soul…”

He stepped closer, the dagger still glowing faintly, its edge now marked with the remnants of her blood. His voice grew colder, more distant, as though each word was dragged from the bones of a long-dead truth.

“I should’ve never given you my heart. And to think—” he stopped, the weight of it pressing on him. His jaw clenched. “To think I sacrificed Lemuria for you.”

Mikayla's breath hitched as her eyes locked on him, still burning with a thousand unsaid pleas — for mercy, for reason, for some last tether to the man she once knew. But he no longer saw her as Mikayla. Not truly. She was just a traitor now, not his bride.

Rafayel raised the dagger high once more, but this time it was not meant to cut flesh. He brought it down slowly, deliberately, to the center of her chest — and instead of slicing skin, the blade carved through the metaphysical boundary of her being, opening a cavity not of blood and bone, but of essence.

A jagged rift shimmered into being — pulsing with threads of glowing blue, violet, and red, flickering like an aurora within her sternum. From this impossible wound, an orb of soft, flickering flame revealed itself — no larger than a closed fist, yet radiating with the terrible and beautiful force of something eternal.

It floated from her chest as if it knew its path.

Rafayel’s eyes reflected its light as he reached out, hands no longer trembling. The orb hovered above his palms for a heartbeat — two — as if weighing the soul of the man who dared claim it.

And then, with silent understanding, it sank into him.

The moment it touched his chest, it melted through flesh and fabric, embedding itself into the very core of his being. The reaction was instant. His body arched as the energy surged through him like a storm birthed in the marrow of the world. His spine illuminated with runic fire, fins along his ears flared wide and crystalline, and the scales along his neck shimmered into new patterns — no longer muted blue, but radiant indigo marked with gold.

A shockwave burst outward, distorting the water around them, shaking the coral, and splitting the stone at the base of the ruined altar behind them. Even Amund, watching from the shadows, took an instinctive step back, eyes narrowed as he whispered, “He’s ascended…”

Raw power now pulsed from Rafayel’s core, and the ruins seemed to hum in reverence. Mikayla sagged in her binds, eyes fluttering weakly. The mythical process that severed the eternal flame from its host was not instantaneous — nor painless. It gave her a few more moments. Just enough to feel what she had lost.

Rafayel approached her one last time, his steps leaving trails of light in the water. He crouched before her, calm now — like the sea after the storm, deceptively quiet.

His hand reached forward and gripped her chin, lifting her face gently but with finality.

“Time for you to pay fairly,” he said, his voice a cold psalm, spoken not out of hatred, but of necessity. “For what you’ve done.”

Her form, once sharp with pride, now trembled — not because she feared death, but because, in the final throes of her fading consciousness, she finally understood the cost of betrayal. Mikayla’s body convulsed as the last vestiges of her strength failed her. The chains no longer bound her in struggle, but in surrender. Her hollow eyes — drenched in unshed agony — met Rafayel’s one final time, pleading not for mercy, but for comprehension. But none was offered.

Tears welled and broke like bubbles drifting upward through the water as flames, unnatural and divine, began to kindle across Rafayel’s fingertips. He had no need to speak. The flames leapt from his hands like serpents of gold and blue, wrapping around Mikayla’s form in elegant cruelty. No ordinary fire could ignite beneath the ocean, but this was no earthly blaze. It was born of soul and sanctity — the wrath of Lemuria made manifest. It embraced her not with warmth, but with righteous fury, consuming the very foundation of what she was.

Mikayla did not scream. She could not. She simply wept as her form disintegrated into ash — ash that refused to scatter, instead crumbling downward like dust returning to the bones of the drowned.

And then there was silence. A silence so full it seemed even the water paused in reverence.

Amund stepped forward from the shadows, his expression unreadable, though his gaze lingered on the scorched shimmer that marked the spot where she had perished. He placed a hand on Rafayel’s shoulder without speaking, a gesture that acknowledged both the weight of what had been done — and the necessity of it.

Together, they turned from the ruins, leaving behind the last stain of Lemuria’s greatest betrayer.

The journey back to Whalefall City was quiet. But the city… was no longer what it once was. As they approached the oceanic capital of his kingdom, Rafayel saw it — the rebirth of Lemuria.

The shattered temples, once drowned and crumbling, were reforming. Coral wrapped around fractured columns, singing in strange frequencies, pulling ancient stones into place. Obelisks that had stood silent for centuries now hummed with light, their glyphs blazing once more with Lemurian. Schools of ethereal fish circled upward like garlands, drawn like celebrants in a holy procession.

The Temple, the very core of Lemuria, awaited them. Its ruined spires rose, healed, and reached like arms toward the surface, weeping with moss and gold. As they arrived at the gates, Amund — his weathered face now alight with reverence — bowed deeply and stepped aside, his voice barely a whisper: "Only Your Quintessence may enter now. This miracle… it belongs to you.”

Rafayel nodded once and crossed the threshold.

The inside was luminous and still. Water hung like silk, unmoving, as if the temple had claimed time itself and refused to let it pass. He followed the central aisle — flanked by statues of his predecessors, their eyes shut in peaceful slumber — until he reached the alcove at the altar’s heart.

From within his hands, he drew the eternal flame — now diminished to the size of a small ember, flickering softly in his palm. He crouched, bowed his head, and placed it upon the pedestal.

For a breath, nothing happened.

Then — the ember pulsed. Once. Twice. And with the third pulse, the entire temple came alive.

Light exploded outward in waves, weaving through the chamber like ink dropped in still water. The runes ignited along the floors and walls, and the Deep Sea responded with a low, harmonious thrum, a sound not heard since eons.

Outside, the ocean itself shifted. Not with violence — but with serenity. A warmth, impossible in these depths, spread through the waters like a returning soul. Lemuria had awakened. Its people would no longer wander as ghosts.

Rafayel turned to the temple doors, where he saw them — the last of Lemuria’s kin, drawn by instinct and magic. Faces he had long forgotten. Elders, children, warriors, lost souls. They were all there.

Some knelt. Others reached toward the light in awe, tears cutting silent trails through the saltwater. And then came the music — sung by the entirety of them in Lemurian, the underwater hymn rising from the marrow of the city itself. They rejoiced in their own way of the return of the God of the Seas.

Rafayel watched, standing still among their joy. And though his face held the composure of a guardian, his heart wavered. He glanced to his side, to the place where he would’ve made you stand.

You were the thread that bound him to his purpose — his muse, his savior, his epiphany. And now, with Lemuria’s resurrection and unlocking his true potential, he would find you. Beyond time and dimension, beyond even mortality if he must.

He would bring you here — beside him — to see the joy you inspired. And for the first time in centuries, Rafayel smiled — not with burden, nor sorrow, but hope.

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