#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.

[nanamiscocksleeve]

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.

[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."

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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

[oldestenemy]

Pork is just me every time I walk through a metaphysical shop and look at all the extremely overpriced/misleadingly named quartz.

Lemurian Seed Crystals my fucking Ass.

[gefdreamsofthesea]

Need a reality check:

"Lemurian seed crystals" are literally just quartz? They're quartzes with weird names that people sell for a lot because they are *super magical*?

[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.

[hurgablurg]

Hey, ancient aliens losers. Here’s a new archaeological conspiracy theory to counter your most favourites ones: White Mongrel Theory / Aliens Didn’t Like White People Theory

You crackpots always say “well obviously all these brown people were taught how to do everything by atlanteans/aliens/white people” but don’t seem to want to use that explanation for things done (or in most cases NOT done - where are all the megastructures and historical advancements, hm?) by primarily-Caucasian groups, like the English or American settlers.

Some of them may argue that “we are the ancient’s descendants and that we have to figure it out on our own is our worthiness-trial” blah blah blah. That doesn’t explain why there isn’t any indicator of what the end point of the trial is, or why with all the ‘research’ they’ve done, they haven't found anything to suggest an inheritance beyond supposition and applicability.

“Well, perhaps the evidence was destroyed by lizardmen/greys/lemurians/jews looking to obscure or usurp our birthright.”

Alright, so wouldn’t them succeeding in hiding that mean that THEY are the true “master race”? If it’s “survival of the fittest”, and you believe yourselves to be the fittest, then why are you losing? Clearly reality is rejecting your belief that what makes you you is what makes you better than the rest. Checkmate!!

:) What it really means in the context and frame-work of an ancient, advanced civilization or extraterrestrial seeding, is that white people were not part of the plan at all, and are in fact an undesirable anomaly that have done nothing but interfere in The Plan with their genocides and colonial actions against the Ancient’s intended inheritors (every other skin colour on earth), and in order for the Earth Experiment to succeed and Humanity to ascend, white people must be eradicated or relegated to the role of servant-race! :)

Disagree?

Well, it’s just a theory, and you can’t be mad if my harmless theory will accidentally advocate genocide with the language I use and the things I imply! I’m just asking questions!

The Conspiracy Mainstream wants to silence me, ridicule me and my work, because they don’t want to hear the TRUTH, and my truth is a danger to THEIR stagnant establishment!

- - - - - - - -

This is what you freaks sound like. None of this is true because none of what you believe is true either. There is no magical answer to our origins and the beginnings of humanity that places you at the top of a pedestal. Stop trying to look for one, stop trying to advocate your veiled white supremacy, because all your “arguments” just make you look ridiculous.

[worshipgodalone19]

Lemurian Seed Crystals History and Habits

[alexaloraetheris]

While it would certainly run into its own bundle of problems (many of which the actual Post Office is facing, even) it actually is a really good idea.

Unfortunately, the only way guys like Musk wouldn't be inclined to agressively lobby against the very idea of it would be to make personal data selling unprofitable. The only way to make it unprofitable would be to make it illegal (afaik, people who have better ideas please chime in!) And we're back to agressive lobbying against making that happen.

Not to go full Marxist here no matter how much I want to the only way we're getting non-profit social media a la AO3 but with pictures is if we destroy the capitalistic idea that the only thing that matters is The Line Goes Up.

Or you know. Invent actual Lemurian Seed Crystal memory storage so server costs can be measure in cents. I'm honestly not sure which is more likely to happen at this point.

"Tumblr should be user-owned" half you guys can't even stand AO3 having fundraising drives

[sunwitcher]

I started a journal, it will be mostly written in Spanish, if you understand spanish follow me if you want.

[nanamiscocksleeve]

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."

[talonabraxas]

Lemuria was an ancient civilisation that existed before the Atlantian experiment. In Lemuria the development of the human race was such that people lived a telepathic existence very connected to the emotional self, very connected to the Oneness of all. Unable to develop cognitive thought they lived in the present moment harnessing the divine energies. The Lemurians were very connected to Mother Earth and were carrying the codes of unconditional love.During Lemuria communication between humanity and the Star Being races was at its highest on Planet Earth. The ancient Lemurians were seeded by beings from Orion, Sirius, Pleiadians and Neptune. The Lemurian Dolphins held the codes and communication with the Dolphin realm and communication with the Whales was telepathic and intuitive. Humanity learned a lot from the Dolphin realm and still to this day, many humans remember this and feel great joy and elation when connecting with the Dolphin realm.Alphedia was a Lemurian Priestess named Arara and she has returned to the planet to aid with the Lemurian codes being reactivated upon Planet Earth. Many ancient Lemurians are reincarnating now with their healing knowledge and strong love for Mother Earth to aid her in her ascension process now. Lemurian Goddess Michael Camarra

[celina123903]

the fact that 1,716 people have purchased the "Lemurian Seed Crystal" for that price shocks me

So I wanted to know what kind of crystal could go in a wizard staff, right? so I googled “big crystal,” as one does, and got an Etsy ad for This

And as you all know I Am currently taking a geology class, so I am probably more emotionally invested in minerals than usual. But that is...very obviously not a natural crystal.

So I did some looking around on Etsy.

Now, these shops all seem to advertise to the “witchy”/“spiritual healing” type of person. And there are a lot of them. Crystals are a Big Thing on Etsy. And ALMOST ALL of them are obviously artificially cut into the same sort of prism with a triangular pyramid top, regardless of the actual sort of crystal it is supposed to be.

Even like, fucking, obsidian. Obsidian is volcanic glass, it doesn’t form crystals at all, it is not a crystal

I’m not throwing any shade at people who are into crystals for like witchy reasons, but it really seems like if crystals are spiritually important to you, you should know what a crystal is...right...?

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