Love and Deepspace - Headcannons

🔞Spicytober 2025: 🐚Virginity loss🐚🔞

The third story for my Spicytober 2025!!

You're gently claimed by your Lemurian

"Don't worry, cutie," Rafayel assured you. Gentle and patient, he strokes your arms, his voice a soothing and tender caress for your anxious mind.

"I've got you. We're going at your pace, yeah?" as he slowly pries open your thighs with his knees to slot himself between them, presenting your most sacred parts bare to him.

You gulp nervously, trembling even a bit as he slips out of his underwear. He is not only big. Rafayel is huge down there. Intimidating so. Not that you ever had seen another man's dick to really make a comparison.
Are they all so big? How does this abomination fit in you?

"Look at my face," Your Boyfriend demands in a firm but still somehow gentle voice. And with a hesitation that has its roots in your fear, you do. The fire and love consume all of his gaze in the unique eyes, blue like a lively storm at sea and red like the setting sun.

"Heeey.." he whispers, Rafayel's voice bubbling over with adoration. His slender artist fingers caressing the side of your face, memorizing every curve, worshiping the softness under his fingertips. A harsh contradiction to the tips calloused from years of using them to create various art.

You gulp again, trying to erase the dryness in your mouth. "It's ... Huge," you stutter out, words nearly swallowed by the fear that threatens to take over your shuddering body.

Rafayel can't suppress a little smug snicker, carried with male pride, and the red hue in his face deepens.
"Well, thank you." Then calmer, affirming, "There's no need to be afraid. You were made for me, my beloved sweet Darling. And I'll make you feel good." Followed by a loving peck on your swollen lips from all that feverish kissing. "Promise."

You both had been making out for a while now till you felt ready for the next step. And suddenly you weren't sure if this was worth it.

"Hey..." comes his hushed call again. Your Lemurian leans his forehead against yours. "Close your eyes.
Relaaaax." and with that, you are eased back, gently forced to lie on your rear and let yourself sink into the softness of his bed. Sheets rustling, and you are blanketed by his warmth and the feel of smooth skin on your heated body.

Rafayel kisses you again, tenderly first. Plush lips dancing along yours to worship, to memorize. But soon it turns hungry and filled with his desire for you, ready to devour you. You return them with favor, the burning ache in your belly back with full force, stronger than before. You feel your abdomen spasm and your thighs closing around the painter's waist on their own accord.

A little whimper escapes your lover, and his tongue slips between your lips, daring you to an even more passionate dance. Falling in the heat of this, you lose yourself, and you forget about what you wanted to do in the first place. The greed, the blazing flames of wanton raging through you as Rafayel prods carefully at your moistened entrance with the tip of his cock. An unfamiliar feeling, hot and thick but not bad. You tense regardless, suddenly anxious again.

Remembering how big he is makes you shut close.
"Shhh," the Lemurian coos, trying to calm you down.
And some of his skilled fingers are between your folds, circling, stroking, and flipping that little sensitive bean so that you welcome him again.

"Aaah," A helpless moan, causing you to open up. And just like that, his round tip slips in, stretching you deliciously at your entrance. A groan from him is all you hear beside the rushing of blood and your heavy, bumping heart.

You cradle him closer to you, overwhelmed by the need for skin on skin. Anxiety and passion are fighting inside you, and your head gets dizzy.

"You're ... Doing... Great," he grunts out between heavy pants. Seems like it feels as good as it does to you. It fills you with glee that Rafayel struggles with his own pleasure. Getting a little confidence again, you nibble gently at his earlobe, being hungry for your fishie.

A high-pitched whimper is your reward before he bites your neck tenderly, soothed by restrained passion.
"Careful." A hot breath on your ear. "You're not aware what you'll awaken, Cutie." open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. The left behind wetness creates a cool contrast on your burning skin.

And you giggle, basking in your newfound power over him. It's giving his length more space to slip in unnoticed, gliding in a few inches until the Lemurian needs to stop by some sort of obstacle. The sudden pain makes you whimper, and you try to stop him from going further.

"Rafayel-" you cry out, clinging to his shoulders like your life depends on it.

Gentle strokes on the back of your hair. "I know, I know." The artist stills, letting you accommodate to his intrusion and relax again. Rafayel is not fully sheathed yet, and you already feel so full, stretched like his or your fingers could never do. And you just know he's not even halfway in. It's visible as you glance down. His pelvis is still so far away from you, his hardness glistening with your arousal in the dim light of the bedroom.

Little kisses at your temple, your cheeks, trailing along your jaw line. "I'm here. I got you, Cutie." And he's capturing your lips again, distracting you from the pressure inside your most sacred part. Filling you with butterflies and warmth instead. Loving nothing's are whispered into your hair, reverent pecks on your face until you giggle helplessly under his devoted attack.

Little kisses at your temple, your cheeks, trailing along your jaw line. "I'm here. I got you, Cutie." And he's capturing your lips again, distracting you from the pressure inside your most sacred part. Filling you with butterflies and warmth instead. Loving nothing's are whispered into your hair, reverent pecks on your face until you giggle helplessly under his devoted attack.
Open-mouthed kisses on your throat and greedy lips find yours in the end.

Whatever held him back is gone, and he works himself in. Bit by bit, Rafayel digs his way gently into your walls until you're breathless, and he bottoms out before you even realize it.

And then there's only heat, a burning inferno of desire.
And greed. An aching need for more. For something to devour, to consume.

Heavy pants fill the room, and you wiggle helplessly, unaware of how to satiate that blazing want in your core.

Rafayel moans in your ear, shamelessly and full of the same hunger. "Hah... You feel so good."

Then he turns you to face him, his ocean eyes dark.
Rounded and wide, the black pupils are blown out.
Filled with something beyond love. "Told you, you're made for me, yeah?" and he kisses you again. Starving, thirsty like a man searching for an oasis in the desert.
Greedy like a god for eternal devotion. And you grant it to him. Eagerly and determined to give everything he demands of you and to take all your god has to offer.

Until he moved.

Slowly, deliberately. Gliding out and sinking in.
Stroking your fluttering walls with the velvety steel of his impressive length.

And all coherent thoughts are fleeing you. Leaving you burning in the fires of passion and desire. An all-consuming inferno of need. You lose yourself only to be caught by Rafayel. And united with more than just bodies in heat, with your hearts and souls.

You're claimed in the most primal way and loved with the endless determination of a God. From now on, you're ruined for any other man. Only aching for your Sea God, the way he guides you into the Depths of Desire.