Somebody that I used to know

Everything burns in the flames of rage. The emptiness inside makes him wish he died on that night those long years ago and never returned. But all of that is silent, when the Sea God takes place. No more pain, and betrayal. Only the beating heart of the devoted follower he must reclaim. 

The first time he felt it, he came so fast and hard, he almost fainted. She was alone, he was sure of it. Maybe she was reliving stress or maybe just feeling horny after reading her smut fan fiction. Her little guilty pleasure he learned about on one night because she misclicked her chats and send him the link to one of those smuty stories. She deleted it quickly, but he was faster. He teased her mercilessly but ended up reading the story anyway. That is how he learned that she was into biting and marking. On the night he felt her pleasuring herself he texted her afterwords. Some innocent words, dumb stickers. Then he called her under some pretense that he couldn’t sleep. She answered right away with this breathless voice of hers. He almost came the second time on the spot. But in the end it didn’t go anywhere. She still texted and came when he called, but didn’t initiate anything remotely sexual. He decided that he waited enough. One perfect date, exquisite gift he bought her on the last trip to Venice, wine and sunset. And then he would tell her. Ask her out. It’s just that she disappeared on the night before. Went MIA for several days, didn’t return his texts or calls. He was worried to hell and back, disappointed in her timing. Abandoning him again. Leaving without a trace. He smashed everything to pieces in his workshop, trashed every single painting he laid his hands on. He cried ugly tears. In the fit of rage he could kill someone if not for her one simple text - On a mission with no contact. It’s not that her words calmed him down in the instant. But hey beggars can’t be choosers. But also maybe, just maybe his resentment for her careless actions grew a little stronger. So here’s the thing - he can feel her pain and her pleasure. But now he hate both. Because now, it’s not the pleasure she delivers herself. It’s the pleasure she receives. She doesn’t call or text anymore. Just once, only once after she returns from N109 Zone, she asks him to meet her. He feels some things has changed. Can feel it in his bones. But he goes anyway. Because he never denies her. MC meets him in Azure square, like the one hot summer day. But this time she’s wearing her coat. She’s also wearing that strange look of resignation on her pretty face. Fear curls in his gut. She doesn’t talk much at first, just some random things about weather, than her recent mission at work. Rafael doesn’t speak a word. This is not right, hi tells himself. This is not how it used to be. «What’s wrong?», he wants to ask. And apparently he does ask this, because she stops on her random story about protocores and looks at him. If he wasn’t so consumed with his fear, he would probably connect her random stories in one big explanation. All of a sudden she asks him the most unexpected question. - What did you get in return? 

Is it really wrong to desire her so much? It is, he thinks, because he gets off on the thought of the woman that doesn’t think of him in that way. She never showed any real interest aside from friendly outings and random play pretenses of being his bodyguard. In those past 800 years he really forsaken this side of himself. No woman could get him going. None. And now she’s back to torment his body and soul. No matter what she do or say, he thinks it’s most sexiest thing in the world. It’s like he’s crazed. He cuts off all contact with her after that one night when he almost gave way to his desires. On the ebb day he was so weak, he was almost not himself. But he desired her so much, told her things that he never would say if he was sane. Called her Master. She wasn’t particularly scared but a little bit disturbed? He didn’t trust his memories. And now didn’t trust his body as well. So he made little to no contact with her after that in hope, that this would smooth things out. Gave her freedom to choose. To come to him on her own, she deserved that. MC is a very smart girl, he told himself. Very smart and very gullible non the less. She trusts him and all he can think about is how she would look in the first rays of morning sun in his bed. Naked. So he waits. And miraculously she does come to him. But not because of him, but because she needs his help to get to the Nest. Rafael doesn’t deny her. Almost dies on that boat, almost dies from the attack from that ferocious beast (cat), almost lets her go. Because he loves her and grants her wishes. And her wish is not him. So he protects her from Wanderer and lets the water take her to the beach. She think she is drowning, he senses her fear. Nothing bad will happen to her, she will return to the beach safely, the waters of the sea will guide her. But the MC calls for him. The mark on his chest glows bright in the dull light from the skies above waters. His heart stops. Even if she’s forgotten everything, even if she’s not his in this world, he still can’t let go. His bride is calling so he must answer. The transformation to his true form feels like coming home. He catches her in his arms, draws her near his chest, near this glowing mark of their bond and promises that after this he will never let her go. All the dark whispers and desires in his mind come on the surface roaring. He will take what is his by right. Somethings changed after that incident. The bond that she awakened so carelessly gave him access to her emotions and feelings. When she is hurt on the mission, he feels her pain. When the pain is unbearable, he goes to find her. But MC is a very capable hunter, he trusts her strength so he doesn’t impose his help on her. Rafael trust her judgment. Besides, she is always with this partner of her, that blond guy with his glowing sword. Lumier, how befitting of his name he is. Of course he checked every bit of information on this guy. At the start Rafael was a little jealouse of him. Xavier lived in her apartment building, he was her trusted partner in Association. Rafael stalked that guy a little bit only to find some disturbing thing Xavier did in N 109 zone. Also by the looks of it, Xavier was very interested in MC. The looks he gave her were not innocent in the slightest. But unfortunatly for him, MC didn’t show any interest back. It pleased the dark beast in Rafael to no end. He even stooped so low as to linger with no particular reason at her apartment door one night after their outing. He knew Xavier would return home at that time and he would definitely come see MC, because they didn’t see each other for quite some time with him being on the missions by himself as MC has told Rafael. To say this «accidental» meeting was awkward is not to say anything at all. Stacking his claim on MC was childishness, but oh so satisfying. But her pain Rafael could endure. Her pleasure though? It was torture.

The city of Lincon was rising some open air exhibition in Azure square. Boring, really, all that people around with no sense of beauty. But he knew she wanted to attend, heard her speaking with her friend Tara about it and how she couldn’t afford tickets, because they were so expensive. So Rafael took that opportunity, bought tickets, invited her in his most casual and seemingly uninterested manner. He was very interested in this date, not the exhibition after all. She was so happy about it, even jumped and hugged him. So he was happy too. But the worst of all were not the blazing sun or annoying people around. It was her sundress. So light and beautiful, it hugged her body so alluringly, he needed to literally hold his own hand to not to touch her improperly. She would smile at him, take his hand to gide him through swarm of people, and all he would think of  was how she smelled so nice of her sweet perfume, how her legs in that short dress looked really nice and how tiny drops of sweat would roll down her neck and lower to her breasts. She smiled and laughed and brought him drinks and talked a mile a minute. He would laugh at her jokes, smile at her awed expressions and think how good it would be, how nice, if he could just take her home, take that damned dress off of her, how he would suck her breasts and make her moan his name. He does none of those things, of course. He takes her to the most expensive restaurant in the city, they drink wine and then he takes her home. Not his, but her apartment. He says his goodbyes and takes the taxi to the beach to collect his bearings. That night he pains her in that white dress. He doesn’t use his most exquisite paints or canvases, just takes what lies around his most recent unfinished piece. Because he knows that this paint will never see the light of the day and he will never talk to anyone about it. Because what he paints for his eyes and pleasure only. He starts with light strokes, he imagines her by the sea in that light dress. He paints her silhouette, outlines her face. Her beautiful captivating eyes, full lips parted in shallow inhale. He paints the straps of her dress and imagines as he slides them down her fragile shoulders. Her breasts are almost exposed, light evening breeze makes the goosebumps appear on her arms. Her nipples are hard, she looks at him like she wants. And in his imaginary world she does want him. And god does he want her too. He’s unable to deny himself any longer, those repressed feeling come surface one again. But this time he’s not about to say no to them. Rafael unbuttons his trousers, just enough to take his cock out. He slides of his shirt, rolls the nipple between his fingers and starts to leisurely fisting his cock. He imagines it’s her helm on him, imagines her breath on his lips. How she tells him how long she’s been waiting, how she longed for him, for his touch, for his love. How deeply she loves him back. How she would never abandon him again, that she would stay by his side forever. Because she is his and he is hers, that simple. Please roll like waves, he thinks that he almost feels her touch. He squeeze his hand on his leaking cock, his breaths become more erratic. He looks at the painting of her that he made, thinks about her in that dress, hears her moans and words of love and answers with long drown moan of his own. Hot come splashed on the canvas, marking his masterpiece with new colors. In his delirium he imagines how it’s her naked body is covered in his seed, how she looks at him with unfiltered desire and how she begs him to come inside her so that can be truly together. He smears his release on her image, marking her like she is his. Wishes it was real. In the morning he burns the painting in his flames.

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