#future raph x reader

Raphael wasn't sure how or why he ended up on his back underneath you. But he also couldn't really think. Not with your lips on his scaly skin.

He churrs weakly, feeling overwhelmed from all the kiss, lipstick stains smudged on his scales. He blinks in a daze, his tail thumping against the bed. Your lips trail down his neck, leaving more lipstick stains over the ones that you had already left.

"Baby..." He whines weakly, your lips trailing over his plastron. His shorts feel wet as his mind drifts to thoughts of where your lips might go next. His slit aches, threatening to drop as you tug on the waistband of his shorts.

You don't reply, tugging his shorts down to start kissing his hips. Raph spreads his legs, chirping quietly, his hips rising off the mattress. He whimpers, tail curling around your body, your lips finding his strong thighs.

He looks down, his breath hitching. He feels himself starting to drop, but he manages to stop before his cock can completely slip out. He fists the sheets, Raph's chest heaving as he holds himself back.

The celebration usually happened in your village, but this year they took it just outside the temple. The elders wanted to make sure you made it to the temple, so they drug your family, friends, and all the elders of the village through the desert. Tents were set up, the feast was smaller than previous years. You were adorned with more jewlery than any other sacrifice.

Your village would likely be going to war, so the elders had to make sure you got to the patron god. Strength and protection. Just what the village needed.

The stories you had heard had always made you nervous. The god was called a titan, hiding in shadows, scarred, misshapen. He had seen many wars and his body reflected that, always making those who lived anxious and paranoid. Not to mention hearing about this god's brothers. Each of them were dangerous in their own ways.

Of course you were a little scared, who wouldn't be? You're being sacrificed to a god that you'be been told is wildly dangerous and cruel your whole life. You were guided to the bridge, the village cheering behind you. You look up at the giant sandstone arch that signified the entrance of the sacred lands, the land of the god. Intricate details are carved into the walls, the bridge was made of old wood and rope, swinging in the breeze.

The villagers begin to sing, your sign to start crossing the bridge. Your arms are full of gifts for the deity, so you can't hold onto the rope. The wood and ropes creak as you walk across, the singing beginning to fade in the wind. You blink as the tunnel darkens, trying to step onto each plank firmly, the pit below echoing with noises you can't decipher.

Thankfully you see light at the end of the tunnel, taking a deep breath as you come out. The temple in front of you is nothing like you'd heard. Sandstone walls, lush greens, a few man-made pools with waterfalls. A paradise. You ascend the stairs, finding what you assume is the god's throne. Raphael doesn't seem to be in the temple itself, the whole place eerily quiet. You decide to use this to your advantage, quickly arranging the gifts you were to give the god. When it looks nice enough, you get up and wander around. It's a beautiful palace, stunning craftsmanship.

You make your way out to the garden, following the sound of water. You find a large pool with a waterfall. The water is clear, cold, still except for the waterfall. But that's when you notice something in the water. It's by the waterfall, letting it rain down on it's head. The form is large, but you can't make out exactly what it is as it's in a shadow.

"You're here… Join me." The form says, getting larger. It's stood up, wading through the water towards you. As the sunlight hits the form, you realize its the god you're to be sacrificed to. His robes hang loosely around his waist, soaked from the water. His body is heavily scarred and big. Bigger than you had thought. Raphael holds his hand out to you, his eyes soft. "You must be worn out. Join me."

You don't know why, but you take his hand. The god helps you into the water, the cool liquid instantly soaking into your robes. You gasp, the water is cold, colder than it should given it's in the sun, in the desert. Your hand tightens on his, letting him pull you deeper until the water is at your chest.

"I hope the journey wasn't too difficult." The deity whispers, letting go of your hand. He sinks onto his knees, now eye level with you.

"You're not like any of the stories I've heard." You blink at him, brows furrowing slightly. You watch the god swim away from you a little, but he stays close enough to talk.

"Those stories are… Myths."

"Myths?"

"No one has survived meeting with me unless I go to them." You back away from him slightly, feeling the fear you'd forgotten rising up again. Raphael stands, approaching you again. "I don't kill for no reason. I don't tend to kill my sacrifices unless they betray me."

"How does one betray a god?" You question, shrinking back away as he gently grabs your arm.

"Stealing from me, reveal information about me. Most sacrificed last a week before they begin sneaking off to tell their families about me." He answers, studying your face closely. "I assume you'll be smart enough to not do so. You seem more intelligent than my other guests."

"I was sent by my family, why would I want to go to them for help?" Your frown deepens, trying to look everywhere except at him. Your eyes eventually lock with his and you see everything you need to. He's not angry, his eyes are kind, maybe a bit tired.

"Will you stay with me? I can offer you a good life, protection, whatever you wish." He mutters, cupping your cheek. His hand is warm, you can feel the callouses as his thumb brushes your skin.

"Stay with you? As a servant?" You whisper, pulling away from his touch at first.

"As my queen." He corrects, his fingers sliding back into your hair. Your eyes widen, swallowing hard with a small nod. You hear a deep rumble in Raphael's chest, his grip in your hair tightening as he pulls you to him. His free hand moves, splaying between your shoulder blades.

There's a slight burning sensation beneath your robes, right where his hands lays. Your brows furrow, pain shooting down your spine. He shushes you softly, his hand moving to gently lay you back in the water. "What did you do to me?"

"Marked you as mine. If anyone dares to lay a hand on you, they will pay the price." He helps you stand again, leading you towards the edge of the pool. "It is getting late, we must dry off before it gets too cold."

You let him help you out of the pool, your robes significantly heavier on your frame as water drips from the fabric. Raphael, helps you out of the outer layers before he carries you towards the temple. You hold onto him, feeling him nuzzle into your neck as he walks through the halls.

You're set on your feet, his hands making work of the remaining robes that cover your body. Once you're bare, he lays you on the bed, making quick work of his robes as well. Soon he's hovering over you, his nose brushing up your neck. You shiver, feeling his warm breath on your skin, his teeth grazing your throat. "You're so warm."

You don't respond, swallowing hard when he pulls away. The sun is setting, casting the room in a warm orange glow. The deity's hands glide up your sides, exploring your body with gentle touches. You feel goosebumps rise on your arms, his lips finding your stomach. Raphael nips at your waist, your hips tilting up instinctly. He rumbles in reply, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

Raphael spreads your legs, pulling them onto his shoulders. He bites the inside of your thigh, trailing marks up to the apex. His tongue is rough, licking over your slit. Your hips buck at the attention, a quick gasp leaving your throat. Your fingers clench in the silk below you, thighs squeezing around his head. The god groans softly, burying his face between your legs.

You moan, your knuckles turning white with how hard you held the sheets. Raphael looks up at you, redoubling his efforts. You close your eyes, breast heaving as his tongue explores you. Your legs are already shaking and he isn't letting up. Not yet.

When you reach down to grab his head, he pulls away, his chin slick. The god crawls up your body, kissing you deeply. You feel the blunt head of his cock poking your thigh. You look down, swallowing at the size. "I'll go slow." He promises, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You take a deep breath, watching as he lines himself up. But he doesn't push forward, looking up at you, waiting for permission. "Yes. Please."

That's all he needs. With your permission, he slowly pushes into you. The moment you hiss, he pauses, hsi large hands massaging your thighs. Raphael murmurs soft praises though you can't seem to process what exactly he's saying. Your eyes close again, panting heavily as he eases in. He pulls you against him, pressing his nose against your neck.

"Breathe, I've got you." He groans silently, his breath heavy, fanning over your still damp skin. Raphael begins to roll his hips, his pace slow and gentle. He guides your hands to his shell, allowing you to hold onto him better. "You're doing so good."

You whimper, a small grunt eminating from him. His hips move a bit faster, your back arching off the bed. You feel full, too full. Like you're going to burst at the seams at any minute. But the deity above you is gentle, his words careful and comforting, his touch soft. Every nerve is on fire, every brush of his fingers, his lips, has you reeling.

Before you know it, you're shattering around him. Your hands move to his shoulders, nails lightly bitting into his skin. His claws do much the same to your hips as he groans loudly, filling you with his come. His pace slows, allowing you to relax, going limp onto the bed. Raphael pulls away, his eyes scanning your body for any injuries, making sure you're satsfied before he removes himself completely.

"Are you alright, my queen?" He asks quietly, kissing your stomach. His lips make their way upwards, but all you can do is nod. He hums in reply, kissing your cheek. "Rest. You will need it."

Raph hovers over you, gently pulling your hips up against his. Your hands roam over his body, hearing him whine softly. His tail wags as your hands slide down his plastron, playing with the waistband of his shorts.

He freezes for a moment before delving back into the kiss. He pulls you closer, gasping into your mouth when your hand slips into his pants. His hips buck slightly, he's already slipped from his cloaca so your fingers easily find his cock. You stroke him slowly, hearing him moan into your mouth.

Raph pulls back, panting heavily and looking down at you. You grin and roll both of you over again, his eyes wide. "Wh-What uh... Whatcha doin...?" He mumbles, his tail thumping with both anxiously and in excitement.

"I'm gonna ride you." You smile, settling on his lap. Raph swallows hard, his hands on your thighs.

"I've never..." He starts, but you quickly shush him.

"I'll take care of everything." You reply, leaning down to kiss his neck. Raph tilts his head back, your hips starting to roll against his. You feel the vibrations of his churrs as you kiss his throat, making you smile more.

You kiss your way down his body, pushing his pants off. You gently push his thighs apart to settle between them, kissing the base of his cock. His hips buck, a small chirp coming from him. You laugh to yourself, licking around his slit a little before making your way up his shaft.

"Y-You don't have to—" His words are cut off by a choked out moan as you take the tip into your mouth. He fists the sheets, his chest heaving as you try to take more. You take as much as you can, your head bobbing slowly. He whines, trying everything in his power to not buck his hips.

When you finally pull off, you're breathless and he's hanging on by a thread. You sit up, gently squeezing his thighs. You sit on his lap again, grinding down on him slowly. Raph watches you undress, his eyes raking down your body.

He feels anxious, but he trusts you completely. He watches you closely, feeling you rise off his lap. You like him up, pressing your hands to his plastron. Raph holds your hips, helping you sink down.

"Oh, so big..." You moan softly as he enters you. His breath hitches, your hands moving to his biceps. You close your eyes, slowly lifting yourself before sinking back down. "Feels so good, Raphie..."

Raph closes his eyes tight, his hips bucking slightly. He moans, feeling you slowly bounce on him. His tail thumps more, your fingers massaging his biceps as you ride him. He can't seem to speak, his head falling back against the pillows.

Raph's plastron presses against your back, one of his hands pressing against your stomach. He's panting in your ear, soft growls rumbling in his chest. You grip she sheets, his hips slapping against your ass.

"Th-This is what you get." He huffs, his voice trembling slightly. His claws dig into your hip and stomach, sitting up to get a better angle.

"Harder. I deserve it." You encourage, your head falling between your shoulders when his pace picks up. It's not much of an improvement, but you can definitely tell you'll be sore in the morning.

Your skin reddens as his thighs and plastron slap against your ass, his brows furrowing at the sight. Raph pushes his concern down, wanting to give you what you asked for.

He tilts your hips down, causing him to sink deeper. "You should've obeyed orders." He grits, getting further into character.

His thrusts become rougher, almost pulling all the way out before slamming back in. He hears you whine and moan underneath him, filling him with reassurance. He moves his hand from your stomach to your hip, pulling you back into his thrusts.

You claw at the sheets, trying to find something to hold onto as he roughly pounds into you. Your rear strings from his thighs and plastron, not you couldn't care less at this moment. Not when he drapes himself over you, arms wrapped around your waist.