It's been a while since my last NFSW work, but angry Siren Sea God Rafayel did something to me 🫣 so why not get it out of my head? Hope you enjoy it and it is not too rusty 🥲🩷

"Lay down, Rafayel." your order as you slip over Rafayels hips. You're in his spacious bathroom, in his giant bathtub to be exact. It's filled with lukewarm water and both of your figures, getting in a comfortable position. Rafayel lies underneath you, still fully dressed as you are, and he throws curious gazes at you but obliges to your order with a cocky grin.

"Oh? So you want me to be a good boy, then?" as he leans his back to the rim of the tub, his white dress shirt floating in the water around his slender waist that lost his hold in the waistband of his dark pants.

You smile back at him, also still fully covered in your clothes — a light yellow dress with a chain belt made of pearls. "Actually, yes." grabbing his beautiful hands gently and guiding them above his head to hold them there at the frame of the broad tile rim that goes around the whole tub — more kind of Jacuzzi than a mere bathtub to be honest. Big enough to hold at least eight people and oval-shaped, surrounded by ocean-blue tiles and ornaments.

Now you're close to his handsome face, hovering above observing his magnificent eyes that are like a sunset at sea. How much you love them, it's hard not to get drowned in them. And with an encouraging tone, you reveal your plan to him.

"We agreed to work on your traumas and anger issues, right? I've been pondering doing this for a while now and today's incident... let's say I'm determined now." trying to keep your tone light-hearted. You want this to be a success and Rafayels engagement is important for this to work.

The Lemurian under you tilts his head, small drops of water falling from the wet strands of his lilac hair into the waving liquid beyond. "Yeah, and?" he asks you, still not aware of what you are planning to do.

His hands are still in your soft grip, you give him a little peck on his cheek. "I prove to you that you can trust me, and we rewrite your bad memories with pleasant ones," you explain and wait for his reaction.

Rafayel furrows his brows, his eyes darken a bit, and there's a tiny flick of anxiety before his mimic turns into his usual sassy one. "And you need me to be a good boy, because...?" the sentence is left open, and you throw him a wide grin.

"You tell me what I had done in the past, the exact details, and I..." you get closer to the side of his throat, blowing air onto the shell of his ear which earns you some shudders from your boyfriend. "... make sure to let you forget the pain and gift you endless pleasures instead." gentle nibs on his earlobes as little moans escape his lips. He is already so sensitive to your touches from the heavy make-out session in the kitchen that you're certain this will work.

Breath hitching as he answers you with a hoarse voice. "You're sure this is the way to go, cutie?"

You ease back to look at him, to make sure he sees the sincerity in your face, and that he can fully trust you. "Absolutely, my love." and with a last assuring smile "Now, what did my past self do to you?"

You still hold his hands in a gentle grip, and they tighten around yours for a single second before relaxing again. You know it is risky to let him live through the painful past, but you have to try it. How else could you help him? Since a common therapy is impossible for a Lemurian, too dangerous that his heritage will be discovered.

Rafayel inhales and whispers roughly "You cut out my scales."

You nod, already expected this. "Show them to me," you demand gently, trying to give him all the safety he might need.

Rafayels bluish-pink eyes lock into yours and never before did he look so vulnerable, so terrified. "You can do this, fishy. Trust me, please," you beg him, pecking his perfect nose.

And he slowly closes his eyes, breathing in heavily. As he opens them again they are glowing in an ethereal blue light, no longer the ones of a man but from a mystic being that is more beautiful than a human could ever be. A second later cerulean fog grazes over the skin on his neck, revealing little scales, shining in the same color as his orbs. More and more appear, not only beyond his ear but on his cheeks under the corner of his enchanting eyes. Then the magic is gone again, leaving the lightly dim scales and the mirrors to his soul back to their usual sunset color.

You change the hold of his hands, taking both of them in one. Struggling a bit because they are so much bigger than yours but Rafayel helps you. One of the hands is now free to roam over the changed skin of his. Caressing his cheeks, he leans his head into your palm.

"Are you good?" you seek his consent to go further.

Rafayel hums and closes his eyes before he speaks "Yeah, I'm good."

"Perfect." you try to hide a grin as you lean into his neck, stroking one of the bigger scales with your closed mouth.

The reaction is instant as Rafayel snaps his eyes back open "What are you doing?" he nearly moans out, taken aback by your action.

You giggle at his skin. "What I said, rewriting your memories." a peck on the largest scale, followed by a slow lick of your tongue.

Rafayels head dips back, a loud whimper echoes through the spacious room. "You like it?" you ask innocently, hardly hiding the triumph in your voice.

That earns an annoyed glare from your boyfriend "Do you really need to ask?" and a lovely red hue starts to spread over his face all the way to his ears.

You back up, still his hands in your grip and sitting at his waist. You can feel his excitement building up in his lower parts at your butt and a roguish grin steals his way into your lips.

"Not really." wagging your brows at Rafayel and chuckling lighthearted before you need to be back to business again. "So tell me, what happened exactly?"

You don't leave his gaze as he starts to describe how his scales were cut off his skin, one by one, how your mad crazy laughter filled the air, and how his blood soaked the seawater at the beach where he was trapped. His description is brutal, and you're head gets dizzy just by imagining how much pain he had to endure. No wonder this haunts him until today.

As he finished his bloody tale, his voice hoarse and his face tensed it's your time to go to work. Determined to make him forget and just leave pleasure and good feelings behind. So you lean to him again, starting with a kiss on his tensed mouth, laying all your love and heart into it. Your lips stroke over his asking for consent and Rafayel obliges.

A trembling mouth starts to reciprocate the doing and fight for control as the kiss heats up, your head gets dizzy for different reasons now. Warmth surges within you, butterflies twirl around your belly, and your core starts to long for the man under you.

You lose the hold on Rafayels hands, and immediately they are in your hair, massaging your scalp and pulling your head closer to him with passion. Now it's your moans that fill the bathroom, and you're lost in the heat of his mouth as the Lemurian's tongue strokes above your bottom lip, asking for access that you happily grant.

And you are devoured by him, his tongue dancing, lips fitting perfectly with yours, and his hands starting to roam over your body and pull impatiently at the dress. An unhappy groan emanates from his throat, and you can't help but smile into the passionate kiss.

It brings you back to your senses and reminds you why you still have your clothes in a water-filled bathtub. With some soft force, you free yourself from the lips of your lover, not without a disagreeing whimper from Rafayel, glaring at you with passion-fueled eyes.

Capturing his hands and pinning them above his head again, you peck him at his nose. "Sorry, my love, but we have still some business to do." an excusing smile is sent toward him.

The Lemurian grunts disapproving but obeys your motion. "You're a meanie." he pouts, his flushed face turned sideways.

He's so adorable. You chuckle and sunset-colored eyes are glued to your mouth as you get closer to him again. "This is for you, remember? I will make you feel good, promise." another peck at his cheek.

You take a moment to admire Rafayels ethereal beauty with the blue scales decorating his pale smooth skin so harmonically. He's the most handsome man you've ever seen, and sometimes it's hard to believe that the Lemuria is yours, ever was and if you take his words to truth and the bond, also will be forever yours. As you are his, at least in this lifetime, and you vow to yourself that you'll always choose him in your future lives.

At your staring, he turns his head back to you, a curious gaze in the sunset of his eyes. "Why you're looking at me like that?"

And you smile at him tenderly and with all the adoration you feel. "Just admiring a work of art, my work of art."

His eyes widen before his usual sassy attitude sets in "Most art should be stored dry, you know? And not soaked in water as I do right now."

You think roll your eyes "Smartass" You chide warmly and add "Now be a good boy and stay still alright? And if you're feeling uncomfortable or getting too much at one point, just say stop and I'll release you immediately. Alright?"

"Yeah yeah." he just huffs, and you roll your hips a bit, letting his hard length get in touch with the clothed core, and he moans at the movement and squirms underneath you.

"I'm serious, Raf." you scold him now, being worried about his safety and comfort.

He looks at you now fully focused. "Alright alright. I got it, Miss Bodyguard. I'll say stop if I need a break." the last words are spoken sincerely, and you praise him.

"There we go!" and with a little mirth in your voice "Good boy."

That gets him blushing again, and you lean in to get to work, starting at his handsome face. You kiss every single scale you find on his cheeks, paired with slow strokes of your tongue. The little pieces embedded in his skin are smooth and a bit colder than the surroundings, and you take it slowly to caress them.

By the time you are done, Rafayel is crimson red and his eyes are closed shut, little sighs are paired with needy whimpers, begging you to stop teasing him and whines how he deserves such sinful torture. You don't react, fully aware that this is just his batty behavior.

However, you actually enjoy having him completely at your mercy, the more that he could easily free himself from your hold and still refrains from it. It's on purpose though, because if his trauma gets triggered you need to release him as fast as possible. That you've read in various reports in preparation for this. Still, you don't forget to check on him, making sure he feels comfortable and fine.

"Are we good?" you ask him, easing back to lock his gaze which he retorts with hooded lids and a little smile.

"I'm not that fragile, you know?" Of course, he still needs to tease you. Okay, time to shift up a gear, you think. Not that you are unfazed by his sounds and reactions, the heat inside you grows with each sigh and squirm of Rafayel, but this is about him and not you.

Now the scales on his neck are up to your sensual work. You kiss and lick your way along the curve of his throat where the blue specks nearly line up, sucking at the layer between, and — oh, how sensitive he is. Hips rocking into your crotch, heavy moans and whimpers leave his lips and the red of his skin even deepens.

Water is splashed around, Hands pushing against yours, but you hold them firm. Now is not the time to release him and with a smile at the crook of his neck, you turn your attention to one of the biggest scales there. You lick it again with joy and passion, earning another high-pitched sigh, and then you close your teeth around it slowly to pluck at it as gently as you can, adding a weensy teensy bit of pressure. You don't want to hurt him, just initiating the feeling of pulling on the scale, while his arousal is prominent.

But Rafayels reaction is enormous, he pushes you up with sudden strength, and you find yourself pinned beneath him, your hands now in a titanium grip, blue, cold eyes glaring at you with murderous intentions. The bath water sloshes around frantically and some gets in your mouth that you've opened out of surprise. His breathing is heavy and you are completely unmoving, waiting for him to calm down.

A cold hand moves to your throat, stroking it before it settles in the nape of your neck. You feel lifted a bit, so that you are now presented to him and leaving you even more vulnerable. Your heart beats in your chest, but you are not afraid. You expected this and so you wait for the right moment.

"Trying to get my scales mortal? It needs more than this to get one from the Sea God." his deep dominant voice wavers through the bathroom, echoing from the tiles and making the whole situation even more intimidating.

"Who said I want your scale, beloved? Look around, you're not in danger," you answer him calmly, trying to get some logical sense into him so that the Sea God accepts that you don't want to harm him.

Blue glowing eyes narrow, observing you and the surroundings before settling back to your face, confusion visible in the depths of their enchanting color.

"Kiss me, my Quintessence!" you beg him, making your voice sound seductive and needy.

The Sea God stares you down to ensure you're right before his teeth grace your presented throat. "As you wish, my follower." you cry out from pleasure as he sucks and nubs his way back to your lips.

Dominance radiates from him like the cold at his skin and you're once again devoured as Rafayel conquers the cave of your mouth with his tongue. And you give in, helpless for the waves of arousal that overwhelm your body and mind.

Wow, you didn't think it would be this intense. But the Sea God isn't done yet. As he kisses you senseless his hand frees your wrists and slips under the dress. Cold slender digits stroking along your thigh, letting you shudder and spreading goosebumps all over the skin. You moan into his mouth helplessly against him and an approving grumble adds to your own sounds of pleasure.

The divine entity lets up from your lips and the blue eyes are warmer now, observing you with primal hunger. You pant heavily, trying to gather your senses as he shoves up the bottom of your dress. With a forceful rip on your panty, it's torn to shreds and thrown out of the tub. It should scare you but all you can't think of is how sexy he looks and that you want more of that.

As if reading your mind, a predatory grin is sent your way. "What a beautiful sacrifice you are." a deep voice now laced with desire, sends pleasurable tingles down your spine. "Time to devour you whole." he sinks himself between your legs, the water splashes, and his violet hair is the only thing you see as his head dives down.

Cold kisses above your wet core before lips are set at the folds and the Sea God begins his divine feat. Now your lewd moans and screams of pleasure are the only thing aside from the rippling water that is heard throughout the bathroom.

You've been eaten in the most demanding and delicious way. Your brain is not able to work anymore as a cold tongue glides up and down your inner folds, chilly fingers slipping inside the clenching hole, setting up a ruthless pace.

You scream out your climax and Rafayels name into the emptiness of the echoing room. It leaves you trembling and weak as the fingers inside you ride out your high, now slower and softer.

In the afterglow, Rafayels head comes back up, and you look at him. With a few blinks his eyes turn into the sunset ones you know so well, and you relax completely. This was dangerous in the first place, but you expected something like that, it's the exact reason you did it. If this experiment has to be successful you need to make him uncomfortable at one point, just to prove to him, that he's safe now. What worked pretty well, considering your worn-out body.

"Rafayel?" you ask him lowly.

He inhales sharply and sinks his forehead to yours. "Sorry, that was.." he pauses for a second "Surprising." he finishes, still resting on his face.

And with a little soft kiss on his plush lips. "I'm fine, don't worry., you did great." you grin, still satisfied from the orgasm. "Are You okay?"

He lifts his head, granting you a tender look with a loving smile "I'm fine and you're a torturer." before kissing you with adoration.

You succumb to his attack, thinking he deserves a little pause and distraction, but as the kiss gets more heated you push him back gently with both your hands on his chest.

"Enough!" you laugh. "Now back to your position, my love."

Rafayels gets into his laying posture pliantly again but not without muttering. "You're not a torturer, you're just a bully."

You giggle at his attitude. God, how much you love him! Gliding onto his lap again you pull off the dress shirt that now clings to his defined torso. That earns you a cocky line. "Finally we're getting to the good part."

You chuckle slightly "Don't be so sure!" you tease him as you bring his arms and hands back to the now familiar hold above his head. "We're not done yet." and with a serious look into his eyes "I'm going to repeat that, so better enjoy it this time, okay? I won't hurt you, I just sucking and pulling gently. You're okay with that?"

Rafayel gulps but nods "Go ahead."

And so you start again, softly at first. You make sure to leave him in a flustered mess now, licking and kissing along his neck and his scales. Your one free hand now stroking his torso to add more friction and soon Rafayel squirms and moans under the lustful attacks again.

You leave his neck and kiss your way down on his pecks. As you reach your goal, the rosy buds, you lick over them and suck them in. And oh, how Rafayel likes it! Your gaze flicks up to him, the Lemurian now breathing heavily and flushed in the heat of the sensual work. His eyes are now glazed over in lust, observing you from half-lidded orbs. Your hand wanders down his delicious abs, caressing every hill and valley along the way as you continue to enjoy the little nipples that are hard under your lips.

You reach the waistband of his pants, and you pause in tormenting your boyfriend and open up his belt and zipper. The abs that are now left alone moving frantically up and down from Rafayels heavy breathing.

"Already enough with torturing me, Miss Bodyguard?" he teases you again.

And you look back up to him "Oh not in the slightest, Mister Rafayel. I've just started." And you're slipping up on his torso, rubbing your body along his, until you're flushed against him.

And without warning you kiss the scales on his neck again and at the same time, your hand slips into his underwear, searching for his hardened length. You grip it firmly as you know how he likes it and bite a large scale in his neck at the same time.

"Nggh- Ahh" Rafayel cries out of pleasure, no longer terrified that you rip out his scale, instead completely lost in the feeling of your hand on his rock-hard member.

Up and down you slowly stroke him, caressing with the thumb over his tip where some drops of pre-cum already gathered. A satisfied grin crawls into your lips, and you start gently picking on his scales again with some teeth. This time without him being terrified, instead his moans were even louder and more desperate.

"Oh fuck!" he whispers with a throaty voice that proves his arousal, and you let yourself relax a little, trying to enjoy the sensual experiences you grant your boyfriend.

You let up from your doing only to get a disappointed grunt from Rafayel. But before he can ask why you stopped so suddenly, you get off him and pull his pants down his legs along with his black boxers. His stone-hard member springs to freedom, and he whimpers at the sudden feel of water and space. Glazed-over eyes locking into yours with him panting and a completely aroused mess.

You release yourself from the soaked dress and with a fluid motion you're back on his lap. Your core is wet again and more than eager to feel him. You rub onto him, covering his cock with your arousal.

"Cutie!" Rafayel sighs loudly and your back on his neck, continuing to lick and scratch all of what your lips find. You're so hot now and filled with need, done with playing and therapy, you just want to feel him now.

One last rub, and you let yourself sink along his length, entering you slowly and filling you up to the brim. Rafayel finally frees himself from your hands, grabbing your hips and pulling you up and down his cock, lost to this pleasure.

"Kiss me" he demands, and you follow his order, no longer able to think straight now that you're riding him with greed. His mouth meets yours, sloppy and messily but you don't care. All you want is to get rid of the tension and finally make him come together with you.

The water is splashing around you vigorously as you hop up and down his cock, exchanging open-mouthed kisses.

"You feel awesome, haah- taking me so perfectly as always, princess." he moans and whimpers, completely lost in pleasure. And you're not better, bouncing on his lap, the tip of his girth touching your sweet spot in the best ways, and all the lewd noises full the bathroom along the crashing of the water.

"Oh god-... Rafayel..." You chant his name over and over, the heat in your body gathering in your lower core, driving you absolutely crazy.

"Yeah, come for me my precious little pearl" Rafayel coaxes you "I'm close too, please... Don't tease me any longer," he begs in your ear as he plunges you on his delicious cock. Your brain shuts down, you're a babbling mess and the knot inside you snaps at his words and you climax so hard, everything goes white.

A few deep thrusts later Rafayels follows suit inside you and as you're coming down from the high your head rests on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around your waist to support you.

"How you're feeling?" you ask him weakly, not able to lift yourself from his half-hard member.

Rafayel chuckles into your hair "Amazing, princess. But don't think we're done yet. You know it better, yeah?" with that, you are lifted out of the tub. As he carries you into the bedroom he whispers into your ear "Now let me take care of you, yeah?"