My various short stories, thoughts and headcannons about Love and Deepspace.
I publish them first in my tumblr blog ( link in bio), then with some delay here as well.
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"You excel in techniques but your execution lacks the passion, the desire. Or in short: you have to bring in emotions, you're Quintessence" That's what his teacher has told him as he received his grades for this year's lessons.
Rafayel wasn't amused and had only scoffed. "Is this how you talk to a god?" he retorts with a cold, dominant voice.
"No, your Quintessence" the woman who leads the seducing classes responded, not the slightest intimidated by the young man in front of her and with a smile, the one that she always reserves for her most stubborn students. she responds "As far as I know you're not quite our God yet." and with a softer voice "If you want to bind your future follower you have to get better. This is not about precise techniques, it's about transporting desires, awakening passion, build up desperation." and with a little sigh "This is not about peeling off a certain row of actions, your quintessence, it's about feeling the tension, the want. Listen to your desires and trust your guts, improvise, observe the reactions of your partner, and play with them. And use your voice. Intonation, volume... how you say something makes a huge difference and can add more tension. Try it next time!"
That all flows through Rafayels mind as he sits in class, a beautiful young Lemurian in his lap, his hands on her waist. She presses her back into his body and wiggles her ass over his crotch to get a reaction from him but it only causes him to feel annoyed.
Her arms are wrapped around his neck and she does her best to whisper filthy things in his ears but he isn't even listening. If only he could go and watch the real sun above the sea or at least, found solitude in the temple. But no, here he was, and he had to deal with this girl who thought she could rile up her God.
He doesn't even know her name, not that he minds. They're all the same when it comes to these things. He's a trophy, a prize they want to claim. Getting their God all flustered and flushed, but he doesn't care about any of them. Yes, they are his people and as their God, he loves his folk but not in this way. He has to protect them from harm and keep the flame alive that grants them warmth and light here in the deep sea - Not mingle in the sheets with them.
A little cough in front of him draws his attention back to the present and the teacher, the one who scolded him earlier, stands in front of him and gives him an expectant look. "You need to focus, your quintessence. Remember what I told you." and with a little playful wink "Do your best." before she turns around to grant some guidance to another couple.
Rafayel supresses a sigh, yeah right. Seducing is today's topic. So he turns his focus to the girl in his lap who hangs at his neck. She was beautiful, like every Lemurian. Long blue hair, like the sea on a stormy morning flows down her hair back, and her eyes in different shades of green like seaweed waving in the ocean current observing him through half-lidded eyes, apparently what she thinks is seductive.
He hold back another sigh that threatens to leave his body. Well, it seems there's no way he's getting out here without putting a bit of effort into this. But how should he FEEL something when all he wants is to go and have a nap?
"Rafayel..." the girl whispers into his ear with a low voice, trying to get his attention and one of her hands now roams over his chest, her nails scratching his skin lightly.
Closing his eyes, he tries to hide his eye roll. What an amateur! If this would lure a reaction out of anybody they wouldn't need such classes.
However, the female interprets his action as a positive reaction and encourages her to intensify her actions. That's when he grabs her wrist to stop this annoying feeling and a sudden idea follows he presses his nose against the slim limp, tracing it up the delicate skin from below the little curve in her elbow to the sensitive spot at her wrist. The girl's breath hitch and that is all he needs to know.
Still with eyes closed he imagines that this isn't a random girl on his lap in a class filled with others, doing everything to bring their partners to moan. No, this is his future mate, the one he will cherish in the future.
He opens his eyes back but only a little, tracing the fluttering pulse line on the pale skin with the tip of his tongue and puffing his breath in calculated hot breaths against the small limp in his hand. The breath of his classmate hitches and a dreamy sigh grazes his ears. Oh, this is going to be fun, he smiles to himself as he continues his administration.
Loosening the grip around her wrist he let his fingers wander up her hand, stroking over the little knuckles at the back of her hand. With his other hand, Rafayel guides her head to the side, bending her neck into full display for him. And she obeys, already putty in his lap, but he just got started.
And imagining this is his devoted follower he traces along the column of her throat with his nose, whispering praises and lovely nothings into her now red hot skin." "This is good, yeah? Let me take care of you," he whispers, voice low and deeper as usual.
Shivers ripple through the body of his partner as he arrives at the rosy lobe of her ear. Slow, featherlight kisses paired with just the right amount of hot breaths from him and a moan slips through the lips of the girl, her body completely limpless as he starts nibbling the little shell of her hearing organ.
That's when a loud bell rings, declaring the end of today's lesson. Rafayel blinks startled. For a moment he has lost himself in his fantasy but he gathers his wits fast and with a swift fluid emotion he shoves the Lemurian female from his lap.
The girl's face is completely flushed in a deep red hue and her green eyes are nearly invisible behind her blown-out pupils that are glazed with haze. She apparently is at a loss of her senses from this little play around and Rafayel can't hide a smug smirk as his teacher approaches to help his classmate up.
"Very good, your Quintessence." she proudly declares. "I know you had it in you. And next, we need to work on your bedroom manor." she sighs exasperated and pats the still-heated cheeks of the girl. "Shoving your lover from your lap like this is quite rude." a little strict glance in his direction.
But Rafayel only stands up and turns around to leave the lecture hall. "This isn't my lover." are the only words as he steps away.
