#lemurian seed

[indiegirlcrystals]

In the world of crystals, few hold the enigmatic allure and spiritual potency of Lemurian Seed Crystals. These remarkable gems, steeped in ancient legend and revered for their metaphysical properties, stand as guardians of ancient wisdom and cosmic connection. Join us on an exploration of these extraordinary crystals and unlock the secrets they hold.

The legacy of Lemurian quartz crystals extends beyond their physical appearance and metaphysical properties. These crystals are believed to hold a profound connection to an ancient civilization called Lemuria, a lost land steeped in mystery and spirituality. The legacy of Lemurian quartz crystals revolves around several key aspects:

Ancient Wisdom and Knowledge: According to legend, Lemurian Seed Crystals were programmed by the inhabitants of Lemuria, who encoded them with spiritual and cosmic information. These crystals are said to act as repositories of ancient wisdom, holding the keys to accessing higher consciousness and ancient knowledge.

Spiritual Awakening and Evolution: Many believe that working with Lemurian Seed Crystals can trigger profound spiritual growth and awakening. They are thought to facilitate a connection to higher realms of consciousness, aiding in personal and spiritual evolution.

Healing and Energy Work: The energetic properties of Lemurian quartz crystals are associated with healing and energy balancing. They are believed to cleanse and activate chakras, promote emotional healing, and facilitate energy flow, aiding in holistic well-being.

Connection to Lemurian Energy: These crystals are considered to be attuned to the vibrations of Lemuria, acting as conduits to the spiritual energy of this ancient civilization. Working with them is believed to create a bridge to Lemurian energy, offering insights, guidance, and a deeper connection to the past.

Teaching and Learning Tools: Lemurian Seed Crystals are often regarded as spiritual teachers. Many people believe that they hold a unique ability to impart knowledge and guidance, serving as tools for personal introspection and spiritual understanding.

Spiritual Community and Unity: Some see these crystals as symbols of unity and connection to a greater spiritual community. They are believed to carry the collective wisdom of Lemuria, fostering a sense of oneness and shared consciousness among those who work with them.

The legacy of Lemurian quartz crystals transcends the physical realm, intertwining myth, spirituality, and ancient wisdom. Their allure lies in their mystical past and their perceived role as keys to unlocking deeper spiritual understanding and connection. Whether viewed as carriers of ancient knowledge or catalysts for personal growth, these crystals continue to captivate and inspire seekers on their spiritual journeys.

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Keep Talking

Your LADS man hitting it so well that you start speaking another language. Here's how I imagine they would react. [Requested by: tianalamb] A/N: Took some creative liberties as always CW: ‼️MDNI‼️fem!reader, afab!reader, p in v, raw dogging

Zayne

Type: Checks if you’re okay

Zayne is already incredibly touch starved so anytime the two of you are getting it in he is absolutely drowning in you. Nothing, but tangled limbs, faint snow particles that melt when they touch your heated skin, heavy breaths, searing wet kisses and whimpers of pleasure. Such a gentleman in the streets, but a real pussy pleaser in the sheets.

Here you are straddling him, dripping down his dick, watching him whimper under you. Unfortunately for you those thighs of yours are starting to burn. “Wooo hold on Zayne” The only thing he’s holding onto is your hips as he plants his feet and pistons up into you. The sudden change in power has you throwing your head back in ecstasy. Your sudden loud moans mingle with the string of foreign words. Zayne slows his pace and pulls you down; examining your face with concern “Is this okay? Did I go too fast?” You’re still trembling on the brink of another orgasm “No Zayne it was perfect keep going I'm close” He would waste no time snaking an arm around you and holding you close as he continued to bully your swollen pussy with those same vicious strokes that continuously massage your g spot.

Rafayel

Type: Speaks back to you in Lemurian

Rafayel is all red ears and shaky breaths yet somehow you always end up pinned underneath him. His lips never leaving your neck as he slid into you so tenderly. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close while he gave you long languid strokes. The way you gripped him already had him whimpering with each thrust, but the minute you started to beg him to go faster he thought he’d lost his damn mind. He’d slip his hand between your sweaty bodies, thumbing your clit while pounding your weeping pussy mercilessly. You jerked and squirmed under him as tears pricked your eyes.

When those foreign words reached his ears Rafayel would raise his head meeting your gaze and respond in Lemurian. Knowing that he’s hitting it so good you’ve reverted to your mother tongue would boost his ego immensely. He’d sit up pressing one of your legs down by your head and throwing the other over his shoulder so he can get even deeper — repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. That devilish smirk gracing his lips when he sees your eyes rolling from pleasure. “Raf- ngh! I’m cl- ah!” he’d lean down — folding you like a pretzel — taking your bottom lip between his teeth and giving you a sharp nip before whispering “I like when you speak in your mother tongue”

Xavier

Type: Gets turned on even more

Xavier was always insatiable when he got hot and bothered. He knows exactly what to do when it comes to making a mess of you. His goal would always be to have you begging for mercy while simultaneously begging for more. “One more baby just give me one more you can do it” his words were said through gritted teeth as he gave you rough calculated strokes. He would stare into your lust filled eyes as foreign words fell from your kiss swollen lips.

He had no clue what you were saying, but that silky voice of yours only turned him on even more. He gripped the fat of your hips and continued bullying your dripping cunt like he wants to mold the shape of your gummy walls to fit him and him only. Shudders rippling up his spine as your orgasm has your pussy spasming around him making him fall right over the edge with you.

His grip on you would become bruising as thick ropes of his cum filled you up. He’d pull out slowly watching his seed drip out of you. Just when you think you’re going to get a chance to catch your breath Xavier has you bent over the couch stretching you on his cock again. “Keep talking to me like that” he’d say breathless trailing wet kisses wherever his lips could reach.

Sylus

Type: Talks to you in the same language

It should be known by now that Sylus is a polyglot because he refuses to hire an interpreter for his business. He has the patience of a saint when it comes to prepping you. So when he has you pinned under him squirming and shaking from your second orgasm it’s not a surprise when foreign words roll off your tongue draped in pure bliss.

“You’re divine” He says slipping into your sopping cunt, audibly groaning as he sinks every inch into your welcoming heat. Once he bottoms out inside you he has to take deep breaths to stop himself from cumming too quick. His thumbs lovingly stroke your waist as he starts slowing moving. He’d already have you overstimulated so it didn’t take long before your third orgasm crashed over you.

His grip is turning harsh as he talks you through your third — his hips snapping into you at an even pace making your high last even longer. His breath is hot and choppy next to your ear; he’s trembling just as much as you. Sylus would have you so drunk on him that you didn’t even notice the entire time he was talking you through your orgasm he was speaking in the same language you were rambling in. You’d try your best to run, telling Sylus it’s too much. He’d hold you in place, singing your praises in your language as he added his fingers to the mix. Light spanking straight on your puffy clit had you practically screaming. His thrusts become sloppy right before spilling into you. Heavy ropes of cum painting your insides as Sylus holds you close whispering what feels like poetry into your ear.

Caleb

Type: Makes you repeat yourself over and over

Caleb could never get enough of you. The way his hands roamed from your boobs, to your hips, down to your thighs and slowly but surely making their way back to your waist. Your mind already going blank from the multiple orgasms he’d snatched from you. His thrusts are deep and slow “I could stay like this forever” he’d whimper as your cunt squeezed him mercilessly.

He perked up when those breathy foreign words dripped from your lips like honey. You pressed a hand against his stomach, covered in both your juices and his cum, whining for a quick break. Caleb has no idea what you’re saying, but the way you squirmed and whined under him only made his desire grow.

One moment you’re clawing at his back and next you’re flat on your stomach being pressed into the mattress. “Say it again” his breath is hot against your ear, but his tone has the heat in your core reigniting with a passion. His hand slipping under you and propping your chin up so he can hear you clearly as you ramble in your native language. He’d slip two of his long fingers into your mouth when you try to stifle a moan by biting your lip “Again” he’d demand. He licked and sucked on your neck while you drooled from both sets of lips, eyes rolling as he bullied his cock into you until you were whimpering uncontrollably; barely forming words. “Keep talking” Caleb really couldn’t get enough of you especially now.

[shomatoriashi]

03/13/25; 01:15pm

{ 18+ drabbles / headcanons }

[ the faces they make when they cum ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel, caleb

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

despite how you were currently on top of sylus, you had no control over your own movements as the onychinus bounces you up and down the length of his cock. using your body to chase his own eye, he sets an almost maddening pace, the squelching sounds of your walls eagerly taking him in makes his cock twitch several times.

with one last bruising thrust, he brings your hips down on him, allowing your walls to grip him before shooting his seed into you.

his eyes would narrow while his body shudders in response to the impending release, tossing his head back while allowing spurts of his cum to paint your walls white. his chest would expand in tune to his rapid breathing-

his mouth would be wide open, letting out a groan that sounds like your name coming out of his parted lips in broken syllables-

the pleasure would be all consuming for sylus, numbing his mind as his face would continually contort with pleasure, the sight of it all made for your eyes alone.

zayne would try to control his groans and expressions each time he releases inside of you, prodding himself in being a man that had a great deal is self-restraint-

however, each time he experiences such intimacy with you, the young surgeon found his restraint loosening little by little. with your walls wrapped oh so sweetly around his stiff cock, it takes him a herculean effort to hold back his moans, forcing zayne to bite down on his bottom lip whenever the pleasure became too much.

as you were being fucked into the bed, you would purposefully wrap your legs around his waist, forcing zayne to piston his hips deeper into you with his cockhead now pressed against your womb.

he bottoms out immediately, thrusts becoming deeper as he felt the way his cock seems to lengthen from deep inside of you, letting out a low hiss when his cum escapes from the mushroom tip of his cock before coating your insides. the expression on his features was now that of a man truly basking in heaven-

his eyes were clenched shut, with sweat running down his dark brows, focused solely on the feeling of your walls clenching around him, milking his cock for all he was worth while whispering your name over and over again like a reverent prayer.

xavier kept you pressed against the shower wall, with his cockhead rapidly pistoning in and out of your slick heat while settled beneath the shower spray.

the steam from the shower was making his mind go hazy-

yet perhaps moreso than that was the feeling of your aching cunt wrapped so tightly around him. despite the hundreds of times xavier has been intimate with you, he never could get used to how good you felt.

while he was using your slickness to help with stroking his cock, you became so lost in pleasure that you unconsciously began to tighten yourself around him. the sudden sensation of being gripped even tighter by you causes his hips to stutter, unable to hold back when he felt his cock began to twitch uncontrollably inside of you.

he groans, burying his face within the side of your neck while biting down on your sensitive skin. his eyebrows became deeply furrowed, focusing on the sensation of your slick heat surrounding him while pressing your front even further against the wall-

making sure that not even a single drop of his seed would spill out of you.

rafayel’s soft coos of your name along with his whispered praises made it harder for you to maintain your focus as you rode him. the palms of your hands were planted on his chest, your thrusts becoming sloppier as you felt your arousal dripping on to his cock with your every movement.

the young lemurian starts out being cocky, laying with his head rest comfortably on the pillows while watching you bouncing yourself up and down his cock.

however, when he trails his gaze down to where your bodies were connected and he could see your love juices running down the length of his cock-

he slowly began to lost his self control, now desperate to feel you spilling yourself onto him while drenching his cock.

his pants and your needy moans echo throughout his bedroom, with his hands now planted on your hips as he quickened the pace. meeting your sloppy thrusts with his own upward movements, rafayel watches you, noticing the way your eyes roll to the back of your head while letting out a shrill cry of his name-

spilling your arousal all over his cock when he pulls down your hips, impaling your center with his cock one last time before shooting his cum deep inside. his eyes remain open, with his mouth wide open in a groan. he does everything in his power to remain watching you, wishing to capture this moment-

to burn the memory of your hedonistic expression of pleasure so he could immortalize this moment with his art during the aftermath of your copulation.

caleb had you exactly where he wanted you, utterly bare and beneath him as he fucked himself into you, pressing you in a mating press. with both of your legs tossed over his shoulders, the colonel knew that he could reach that much deeper inside of you, ensuring that you could feel him-

could see the outline of his cock settled against your abdomen as he took you over and over again.

while his cock was nestled inside of you, caleb takes a moment to admire you. your hair was fanned out beneath you, with a thin trail of drool traveling down the corner of your lips as you continued to be dicked down and fucked dumb by him. something about the way your hazy expression met with his gaze was enough to make him snap-

his cocky voice echoes within your ear, calling out your name when he speeds up his thrusts, the intensity of it all making the bed squeak and bounce in response to his passionate movements. you didn’t stand a chance to his sudden change of pace, becoming almost brutal when he bullies your cunt-

making you arch your back against the bed as you came on his cock. caleb basks in your expression, smirking down at you while allowing you to ride out your release on his stiff cock. your mind was still in a haze, yet you were aware of how caleb had yet to come, his dick still rock hard while nestled deep within your sensitive walls.

your voice was hoarse from the sheer amount of times you’ve cried out to him, weakly asking him why he had yet to release-

yet when all he gives you was a knowing smirk angling his hips before repeatedly thrusting his cock in and out of you-

you knew that you were in for a long night, creating an almost insatiable monster when caleb showed no signs of stopping.

end notes: i’m so thirsty all the time, and for what 🙂‍↕️

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[unintentionalseductress]

9 with Rafayel

Breeding with Rafayel honestly sounds hot because of how passionate the man would get with you.

Breeding --------

You'd brought up making babies once. ONCE. And that was all it took to get Rafayel worked up. You're not sure if you had mentioned it while he was having a Lemurian rut (he was so private about them and still embarrassed) but the effect it was having on him was thoroughly enjoyable.

"Oh. So tight. So good," Rafayel moans in your ear and he thrusts in and out of your messy cunt. You're slick with his previous attempts to mate, his seed leaking out of you and covering the length of his cock.

His thumb finds your clit and he strokes it relentless circles, making you whine and buck your hips, seeking more friction. "Yeah, just like that baby. Oh I can feel you clenching my cock." He bites down on the crook of your neck as he fucks, and when he lets go there is a bruise, leaving the impression of his teeth.

"Mhm Rafayel please. Make me a mom. We'd have such cute Lemurian babies."

"Fuck," he hisses at your words. "You want to be mine forever hmm? Be my baby mama, be full of my cum and grow it?" You moan with need at his words and the smooth strokes of his thumb on your clit.

"You'll look so sexy with a round belly. Growing my baby." He bites the shell of your ear and you gasp. "Gotta knock you up. Gotta give you all of it." You cry out as you suddenly orgasm, the delicious feeling of ecstasy flooding your veins as youe clit spams and sends pleasure radiating through you.

"That's it. Suck me in deeper as you cum. Let my seed take root in you." Rafayel grits his teeth and his hips stutter as he feels himself being driven to the edge. "Gonna give you one more. Fill you with my babies. Gotta keep this cunt nice and wet until you're actually pregnant."

He pants, the noises turning feral, the sound of skin slapping on skin filling the air. Rafayel grunts as he feels his balls starting to contract, his body sweating until he gives himself to you with a moan, letting his seed slip into your messy channel to join his previous loads.

[lostmyshadesanon]

HCs About the L.A.D.S "Packages"

My head canons about what's going on beyond the border of their belts, and there will be spoilers for the main storyline and their myth story lines so be warned.

Xavier

• Decent sized just slightly above in length and thickness.

• Show-er in that his race doesn't grow or shrink at all they are just always at full mass even when fully spent.

• If you've ever seen Zhongli from Genshin Impact's Archon form where he has the gradient from dark to light skin on his arms. Same concept but on Xavier's penis going from his lighter skin to a dusky matte black-blue with flecks of white that glow like stardust. He has a knot at the base with a horse like circular head.

• He has to knot to be able to release seed, though he's still able to experience orgasm without, it's just dry, or expelling a lightly glowing lubricant like substance. The seed also carries some bioluminescence, and he expells all built up seed in one session before having to rest to produce more. Though as stated prior he retains the same size throughout so can keep going if he wishes to while waiting to be able to knot again, and can dry orgasm in the meantime. Due to it being all at once it is quite alot, enough to give anyone a bit of bloat due to being filled.

Zayne

* Grower in that when you saw it for the first time you were a little disappointed, but you could work with it, and then it got bigger.

• The only normal looking human one. A couple noticeable veins to work with for some pop.

* The perfect size, doesn't matter what the size is that's perfect for you whatever it is he is somehow that size. He's linked to your soul, and I feel like "she" would somehow make it happen. Just so that if you and he attempted the act it would be so amazing that everyone else wouldn't compare and you'd miss it for the rest of your lives.

* Average amount of seed for an adult healthy male, but due to his busy work life he does get a bit backed up sometimes. So occasionally you'll get a bit more than you were expecting depending on how long it's been between sessions.

Sylus

* You were expecting him to be big considering how many times he's pulled you into his lap, and how he fills out his pants, and he is, but it's also because he has two.

* Always at half mass, but still a grower. The man is girthy to the point it's a bit snug to wedge it inside. They are stacked on top of each other and of similar lengths. The top one being girthier then the lower one with bulging veins. The lower is more comparable to an average man in girth, but with a curve pointed towards the top length.

* In his human form outside of there being two they look like normal penises. While in his "other" form the upper sides gain ridges and the lowers sides bulge slightly outwards making them girthier, and in his "other" form they are retractable into a pouch like space near his crotch area.

* He has breeder balls and comes copious amounts and seems to need very little rest time between orgasms to produce more. Though it gives the illusion of an average amount as it's split between two penises. In his "other form" the lower one loses the ability to express seed as it becomes a locking mechanism and the base will swell a bit more to keep the top penis wedged inside, but that means that all the seed is concentrated in one area, along with an increased stamina, will result in long and messy sessions.

Rafayel

*In his human form he's the smallest of the bunch. Still decently sized but slightly skinner than average, makes up for it in being longer than average. The biggest grower in that it almost disappears when not erect, and the only curious thing is that if you stare at it long enough you'll swear you can see an almost off blue-purple tint. He needs the longest rest times between sessions, and produces the least amount of seed while in human form.

*In his Lemurian form he has a cloaca. He has both sets of gentalia, and they are both bioluminescent. His dick-like structure can extend out of the cloaca, and is more similar to a tentacle, and is very flexible. It is covered in an oil-like shimmery, luminescent, sticky slime-like lubricant. At the base of the tentacle are multiple smaller tendrils that will grasp and hold any copulation partner, and can extend from the base quite far to wrap around any appendages to hold them in place. He can control them to a point though some movement is pure instinct. Depending on the gender of his partner his anatomy allows for eggs to be deposited into his womb, or be deposited through his hollow tentacle into his partner. He still only produces minimal amounts of seed as the tentacle is quite long but flexible, as to not be uncomfortable, and meant to be right up against the entrance of any womb.

*In his Sea God form his genitals are a cross between his Lemurian and human form. As it appears more human in structure, though retains the flexible size, lubricant, glow and color of a Lemurian.

That's all hope that was at least legible.

[talonabraxas]

Atlantian (Atlantean) Record Keeper Pascal Blanché Lemurian Star Seed crystals are "master" crystals within the Crystal Kingdom. Within the planetary hologram they are linked to all other crystals.

They transmit to these crystals the message of Oneness and Unity and Love that was the key energy of Lemuria.

This is their work, to reactivate within the planetary matrix this ancient memory of Oneness and Unity so that it may become the way of life on the New Earth.

[daes0]

[M] Chapter 8: "I just want to relax in your arms."

Rafayel and all the ways he says he l̶̯̞̱̬̘̜̗̏͒̂̐̈͋̍̓ô̶̡͙̤̻̐̓͑̚͝v̴͕͖̙̦̩͚͓̠̌̄͂͒͜ȇ̵̪̆͐̒̈́͠s̶̬̬̼͆͛̚ you.

Pairing: {Rafayel x Reader}

Rating: {Explicit} {Sexual Content}

Word Count: {1.6k words, 12.7k for entire work}

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After a moment, you grab at Rafayel's arms and flip him over.

He looks at you in surprise, having not realized he was being flipped over until he was. "You gotta teach me that move."

You smile. "Maybe next time. For now, let's deal with these clothes, shall we?"

Rafayel obediently pulls his shirt off, revealing his toned abs. You've seen them before once or twice, Rafayel has never been shy about his body after all, but you've never seen them in this context. Which makes it all the more arousing.

"You'll need to get off for a moment so I can take off my pants," Rafayel mentions after a moment of you not moving from his lap.

"Hmm, I have a better idea."

You help him out of his pants, leaving him only in boxers. He has a clear erection bulging through them, a bit of precum leaking against the material. Even clothed, he seems big.

"Now what?" he asks with a clear mirth in his voice.

"Now…" You stare deeply into his eyes. "I make you feel like you made me feel."

Your hand grasps at his erection through his boxers and his breath immediately hitches.

You paw at him, feeling him grow, your thumb passing over where his tip would be.

"_____," he almost whimpers out your name. "Oh god, I need- If you don't stop-"

Sensing how close he is, you move his boxers down to his thighs, piercing the air with his full length revealed. The bulbous head is red with arousal, and a clear line of precum chases down his shaft.

You grab his dick in your hand and lower your face to it. "Can I?" you ask.

He nods his head, gulping. "I don't think I'll last long, though."

"Don't worry," you murmur, your lips against his cock. "I want to savor you. No need to rush things."

And with that, you open your mouth and take his tip in.

Rafayel gasps at the feeling.

You're gentle, knowing that he must be overstimulated, your tongue tracing the slit of his cock in slow gestures.

"_____, that feels so good!" he exclaims.

You smile around his dick, and then take more of it in. Slowly, until you're at the base. Then, you begin moving, bobbing your head up and down, sucking your lips to give a bit more pressure. One of your hands go lower, a soft grasp over his balls. He shudders, his breaths heavy.

"_____!" he tries to warn.

He comes, his hips lifting slightly and his seed shooting down your throat and overwhelming your mouth. You take it in, accepting all of him. Once he's done, you slowly pull back and swallow it down.

Rafayel is laying back, an arm over his eyes, panting heavily.

"Ready for round two?" you ask with a chuckle.

Rafayel lowers his arm and shakes his head. "I need a minute. Or more than a minute."

You lay down next to Rafayel and he takes you in his arms. There's a comfortable silence interrupted only by each other's breathing.

After a moment, he gets up and slots himself in between your legs.

"That was quick," you can't help but comment.

"Lemurians have a lower refractory period. Perk of the species."

You can't help but stare at him. "God, you're so hot."

"Perk of being Rafayel," he teases.

He grabs a condom from the nightstand and fumbles putting it on. You help make sure it's secured on, pulling it down with light fingers, but even that seems to activate Rafayel again. You lay back down.

Rafayel lowers his face to your thighs, giving gentle kisses close to your entrance yet so far away. The feeling of having him so close to your pussy brings a new wave or arousal, but you're much more interested in his dick over his pretty mouth.

"Ready to fuck me?" you ask, almost daring him.

"Gonna fuck you so good," he mumbles, lifting his head back up.'

He aligns his dick to your entrance. Rafayel feels your wetness pooling against his tip, the searing heat enveloping him, and he whines.

"Too much?"

"No, no," he shakes his head. "I want to, I just- you're just so lovely and I'm so turned on that I can't think."

"Then don't think," you whisper to him. "Just act."

Rafayel gathers some of the wetness on his tip and then pushes past your pussy lips. Slowly, he begins to enter you. His mouth falls open, his eyes fluttering shut, as he gets used to the feeling. It takes an excruciatingly long time but his full length finally enters you, his full shaft inside of you.

You realize now that he's a perfect size for you, reaching deep and stretching you but not so big that it hurts.

"Feels good," he mumbles. "You feel so good on my dick."

"You're thicker than I expected," you admit.

He smiles. Then he starts to move.

His dick passes by your spot, rubbing against it, a delicious friction. You envelop him, taking him all in, and you can't help but clench against his length.

"Mmm!" he tries not to moan at the feeling.

He's moving, slowly still, a gentle rhythm, but he starts to pick up.

"Feels so good, so good, _____, it feels so good!"

He pulls outs almost fully and then slams into you, the tip of his dick hitting your cervix.

"Rafayel!" you moan out.

He plunges himself deeper into you, again and again, feeling your flesh part and make way for his own. Rafayel leans down, his chest against you, pressing you down as you take him.

"_____, oh my god,  _____," he keeps whimpering out your name. "Gonna come, mmm!"

He meant to warn you before it happened, but you feel him swell within you. He sighs, content, and slowly pulls out. His seed is trapped within the confines of the condom, and he takes it off and ties it in a knot before putting another one on.

You smile up at him. "You're gonna keep going till you make me come again, right, Raf?"

Rafayel chuckles. His member has gone softer by a bit, but he seems so excited at the feeling that it quickly regains its original hardness.

He lowers himself on you, putting his weight on top of your body and making you feel cornered and yet somehow so safe within his arms. He tries to slip it in this position but it comes back out. He has to lift himself up to maneuver his hand between your two bodies to finally get inside you again.

Once back in, Rafayel huffs. He starts thrusting into you, forcing his dick deeper. He grunts as he fucks into you, faster than before, a growling need within him focused only on pleasure.

"Fuck, _____, you feel amazing," he can't help but say as he keeps fucking you.

You feel yourself get closer, that high so close, and you move your hips up to meet Rafayel's thrust.

You two are a mess of bodies, grasping at each other and seeking each other's comfort. Rafayel groans against you before speeding up. He starts fucking you faster, slamming his dick into your insides, a wild animalistic fervor in his movements. You can't help but moan at the feeling, clenching against his length, pulling him in again and again.

Rafayel suddenly gets out of you, moving back. "Can you turn around?" he asks, huffing, sweat falling down the sides of his face.

You do so without a second thought, jutting out your behind in presentation. He grabs at your ass as he aligns his hard dick against the entrance before shoving it back in with one thrust. You moan at the feeling, and he gives you no time to adjust before he moves again.

Rafayel rams his dick into you, desperately chasing that high. He kisses your back between thrusts. His thick cock plunges in and out of you, a constant numbing rhythm that passes by your sweet spot again and again.

"Raf- Rafayel!" you shout out before coming.

He slows down his movements just to feel you clench around him, practically moaning at the feeling. Once your orgasm calms down, he starts to move again, grunting, chasing that feeling. His dick feels swollen within you as he jostles your inside, in and out, again and again, again and again.

Until, finally, he comes with a shout. He groans against you, his face on your back as he slows his movements. You feel the condom swell and for a moment you wish it was all inside you. Oh well, there'll be time for that later.

Rafayel slowly pulls out of you. He takes off the condom and ties it in a knot.

"_____," he says your name in a breathless moan.

"Yes, Raf?" you say as you turn around to face him. Your pussy feels sticky with your fluids, but you'll take care of cleaning it in a moment.

He lowers his head to your bare chest before sighing, satisfied. You lay back down and he follows, your arms around him. "I just want to relax in your arms for a moment."

You smile against his hair. "You were amazing, Raf."

"Really?" he asks for confirmation in a timid voice.

"You made me come twice," you remind him, laughing softly.

Suddenly, Rafayel's thoughts shift. The thought of losing you, of you hating him, it's all so overwhelming. He thinks about how you'd view him if you knew, how disgusted you'd be at the things he's committed. He has to tell you.

The guilt grips his heart. It is not remorse. It is shame.

He sniffles. "I'm not crying."

"It's okay if you are," you say, unaware of his inner turmoil, and give him a kiss on the forehead.

"You're wonderful," he says as he cuddles you closer.

END OF CHAPTER 8

[harpagornis]

Lemuria: The Dreaded Titicula

Young Titicula emerging from an elephant wound. By Dave Garcia.

The island of Lemuria is home to a staggering mammalian megafauna, ruled over by large birds of prey. Yet, few creatures inspire as much fear in the prey mammals – including human beings – than the Titicula, Drepanorhamphus sarcokatastrofeas.

About the size of a sparrow, the Titicula is a very odd bird. A lemurornithid – a flying paleognath related to elephant birds and kiwis – it bears the hallmarks of this clade’s weirdness: pamprodactyl fuzzy feet, puffy degenerate hindwings, no tail feathers. It also has some weird traits of its own; alongside flamingos it is the only vertebrate in which the rictus extends past the orbit, almost reaching the nares in a fleshy “cheek”, in its case housing glands that produce a strong antiseptic, the birds licking over wounds in order to prevent infection and allow cellular regeneration. Males tend to be slightly larger than females and have black bands on their shoulders, but both sexes are generally not very dimorphic, both possessing a primarily brown spotted plummage with a white underside. They do, however, diverge in the beak.

Native to western Lemuria, the Titicula’s range extends across savannahs, scrubland, semi-desert and open forest biomes, reaching all the way to montane grassland mosaics. It is a mostly nomadic animal, though some montane populations are migratory, wintering in the lowlands. Bearing a long, slender beak, the Titicula is mostly a terrestrial forager, probing the ground for insects and other invertebrates, occasionally also feeding on seeds, small vertebrates and nectar. It is a largely crepuscular animal; it’s closest relatives are the nocturnal jeeper-creepers and the cathemeral anteater birds, from which it diverged around five million years ago, suggesting that the common ancestor between these taxa was already specialised to forage on lowlight conditions.

Titicula generally breed during monsoon months, which is where a dramatic shift from their usual lifestyle takes place. Males, which already have atypically serrated bills, develop longer keratinous “teeth” with distinctive inner grooves. During this period they produce a strange substance in their saliva, that often bubbles up, making them look rabid. These are adaptations to the bird’s atypical and terrifying breeding habits.

The first thing the male does after developing these features is search for a large mammal. Pretty much every lemurian mammal species that weights more than 50 kg is at risk, but the Titicula has a special prefference for elephants and large gondwanatheres. The male Titicula is rather picky about its target, usually preffering healthy males or lactating females. Once he finds a suitable target, the male flies up to it and bites, injecting the substance as rapidly as possible. Then he flies off, and waits. The saliva substance contains a strong neurotoxin that paralyses the victim for the span of an hour or more, inducing a state akin to sleep paralysis. The notoreceptors are left unaffected, and may actually become more sensitive.

Once the animal can’t fight back, the male begins his gruesome work, biting through the flesh with his serrated beak. Usually he takes advantage of already existing wounds, but he is perfectly capable of perforating thick hides on his own. Regardless, he will eat his way, creating a 30 cm deep tunnel, carefully angled as to not chance into vital organs or major blood vessels, yet lodged deep enough so that its impossible for the victim to crush him to death once he’s inside. As he eats, he licks the surrounding flesh, spreading his antiseptic substance to help the victim remain infection free and suffer less from bloodloss. At the end of the tunnel, he forms a cavity up to twice larger than himself.

Once this is done the male will emerge from the hole, remaining in the vicinity of the victim as the effects of the neurotoxin pass. As he follows about he emits infrasound calls barely perciptible to human ears, warding off rivals and attracting mates. Once a potential partner appears, the male will lead towards the victim. If the female aproves, they mate, and the male afterwards paralyses the victim, allowing her to enter and deposit one or two eggs. This may go on for a couple of days, where the male will copulate with about three or four females and gather up a small clutch, before he permanently enters the cavity. Sometimes a rival male may be drawn by the calls and kick him and his eggs out, leaving the exiled male to start again the next year.

If things go without interruptions, however, the male will stay inside the victim, incubating his eggs for about two months. Periodically he will leave to deposit his bodily waste outside of the whole, the entrance becoming postule-like and full of pus, and occasionally he will eat chunks of flesh from the victim. Most of the holes are strategically located in the vicinity of adipose tissues, the male favouring the victim’s fat over other tissues. In the first few weeks the male is rather cautious about feeding, avoiding harming the victim, but as the incubation period nears its end he will become less hesitant, often eating indiscriminately and beginning to expand the tunnel. A Babana specimen was discovered with a two meter long tunnel inside, the bird having eaten around in several loops.

After hatching the chicks will remain inside the host for a few days, the male kicking out the shells. Already born with flight feathers, they soon climb out of the tunnel, leaving the host to forage outside. The male follows after, leaving the victim at last, his keratinous “teeth” falling off. He will look after his young for another month or so, before they fly off to start their own lives. Sexual maturity is reached at around 5 years of age, and individuals may not breed up to a 2 year interval.

The Titicula’s terrifying and gruesome breeding habits is one of Lemuria’s most mysterious adaptations. Based on genetic data, the Titicula is a very recent species, probably having evolved in the Pliocene. The oldest unambiguous evidence is a possible early Pleistocene Cawlanga skeleton in northwestern Lemuria, possessing ribcage bite marks that fit the male Titicula’s tooth-like serrations. How this method of breeding came into being is unknown, something made even more jarring given how the Titicula doesn’t possess obvious marker habits like commensal parasite feeding, nor do its closest relatives. A hypothesis is that its ancestors might initially have laid eggs on corpses, switching to live animals to avoid predation from scavengers. However, this behaviour is not observed in its closest relatives, nor does it explain the acquisition of its venom.

Suffice to say, the bird’s violent activities do take a toll on the victim. Though the insides are rendered infection-free, the end postules may develop necrosis, younger animals may die of shock and adipose tissue deprivation, and the mental trauma is very severe, particularly in elephants. However, there is a surprising beneficial aspect to this lifecycle. Most of the victims have improved immunological systems, suffering from grave infections and parasites less frequently than non-targetted individuals, and it seems that the antiseptical substance may significantly decrease the risk of cancer. Animals that do survive the first infection are likely to live longer, healthier lives, and posterior Titicula attacks will generally be less fatal, as the birds preffer to use already opened wounds to creating new ones.

Because Titicula target human beings, it has been suggested to have been one of the reasons why early hominid populations were restricted to the wetter eastern peninsulas, their rainforest habitats less attractive to these parasite birds. To the various lemurian cultures, reverence and disgust mark human relationships with this bird. Archaeological evidence is rife with pathological telltales of Titicula infections, and some cultures even encourage them, believing that individuals strong enough to survive the process emerge stronger as a result. The spread of Sammangal farming allowed the spread of open environments in which these birds thrived, further expanding their range across Lemuria. Lemurian Buddhist texts refer to the Titicula as one of the five great diseases, seeing it as a great source of suffering. Yet, attempts to eradicate this bird, both under Indian and European colonial rule, have proven fruitless, as not only is it adaptable but various cultures continued to prommote its infections in medicine.

There are naturally various names for the Titicula across Lemuria’s languages. The name itself comes from a francophone version of Common Werer tik-tik-va, “flesh biter”, first reccorded by George Cuvier, and certainly popularised due to its similarities with “Dracula”. Other names include Soreopeia tavanga (“organ raker”), Wava icharaia (“who causes suffering”) and Lemurian Tamil ceypavala (“torturer”)

Truly one of Lemuria’s most intriguiging life forms, the Titicula is rightfully feared, but wonderfully demonstrates the extremes natural selection can provide.

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[unintentionalseductress]

I dont know wether this is consider as cuckholding or not BUT what if MC already married with one of the Li's but somehow she still couldnt stay away from Rafayel touches >_< and somehow the rendesvous make the sensation stronger?

Hello my dear! Thank you for coming over to my little corner of depravity. So to clarify here, MC is married to someone else (I couldn't do it with one of the LI's, I felt too guilty) but basically cucks the s/o with Rafayel. I went with the Gem Obsession setting with a sort of princess (And damn that card was so spicy!).

Cuckolding --------

The princess wasn't known for discretion, particularly when it involved satisfaction in the bedroom. The entire kingdom was aware when the crown prince of the neighboring country had tried to woo you that he would fail to keep your interest for very long.

Your eyes always belonged to the master of arms, the enslaved Lemurian who taught your people advanced military tactics and how to handle swords and flaming arrows. The differences in hierarchy would never allow you to wed him. But that didn't mean you couldn't have him in other ways.

After your wedding to the crown prince, you'd grown bored easily. The man was always in a rush to finish and never spent enough time on you. That was when you first found yourself at the door of the chambers of the master of arms and he'd willingly invited you into his bed.

Rafayel desired you, made you feel alive in ways that the crown prince couldn't. Initally, your little dalliances were done in secret in his chambers but as the marriage grew more distant, so did your desire to keep the affair private. You began inviting Rafayel into your personal chambers, not bothering to hide his clothes or the marks he'd left on your neck from earlier in the day.

Sometimes when your husband came to visit you, he'd pull his cock out of your sloppy cunt, his tip covered in Rafayel's seed. The crown prince was aware he wasn't your only intimate visitor but honestly it didn't bother him. His only goal had been to secure the alliance.

One day the crown prince returns to your shared chambers early, only to find you and Rafayel fiercely entwined with you riding on top of him as he suckled one of your bare nipples.

"You taste so delicious my love. Much sweeter than those grapes from earlier..." The crown prince looks down and sees the little orbs of fruit scattered all over the floor. It roots him, seeing the uninhibited, wanton way you moan and roll your hips, how needily you bounce on Rafayel's cock, your tits swinging with each move. A ring of cream is visible at the base of Rafayel's cock and he wonders how many times the both of you had orgasmed for that ring to form. The crown prince clears his throat and the couple's attention turns to him.

There's a moment of silence where both of them observe the crown prince's erection and you lock eyes with the man you married. Struggling, pathetic, unable to appreciate the the body that slept next to him every night, only seeing the beauty of it when another man worshipped it. Without breaking eye contact, you begin to fuck Rafayel again, ensuring your husband could see the way his cock slipped in and out of your wet hole, could hear the pleasure it brought you when Rafayel started playing with your clit, pushing you closer to the edge.

"Rafayel...show my useless husband how to make a woman orgasm..." you say with a keening voice, feeling your pussy tighten as you reached closer to your peak. His thumb works relentlessly on you and you writhe in his grip before succumbing to the pleasure of an intense orgasm, brought on by the satisfaction of seeing the shock on your poor husband's face. Rafayel follows shortly after, sending another fertile load straight into your womb.

You kiss Rafayel passionately before slipping off his spent cock, leaning forward to show your husband the sticky mess that's been left inside.

"You can have Rafayel's sloppy seconds if you want. I know it hasn't stopped you from dipping your dick in me before."

[thecrystalcave17]

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