xavier, one of the six possible love interests from the otome game love and deepspace, was next to you. there was barely any distance between the two of you, with him sitting close enough for you to feel his warm breath hovering by your ear.

close enough to feel his plush lips almost touching your heated skin.

“i–”

your feverish daze was cut short by the game interface blinking to life before your eyes, the well-known blueish rectangles of xavier’s route appearing in your field of view.

[meat skewers.]

[cotton candy.]

in the grand scheme of the game, it didn’t matter whether or not you paid attention to xavier’s question. the system was always there to guide you, popping up the two possible directions available for your festival date with xavier and effectively rerouting your previous unrestricted actions.

all these just to follow the necessary game path.

“what will it be, my star?”

xavier hummed once more as he gathered your hands into his, calloused fingers stroking the soft skin of your palms. this was one of the few actions the love interests do to allow you, the player, time to pick your choice.

such mannerisms were previously presented as words on the screen, mere descriptions; but since you have been transported into the realm of the game, you were automatically dragged into live pending sequences.

you were also automatically exposed to very realistic intimate interactions.

“hm?”

his voice was a gentle, warm vibration against your cheek, and it made your mind short-circuit. you were not wobbly because of the choices in front of you, as you were already accustomed to them, but because of the way his lips moved so delicately near your skin… you could almost taste the promise of his kiss, the one that usually happens during your third date with the love interests.

-> [meat skewers.]

    [cotton candy.]

you tipped your head back, pretending to look at the darkening sky, pulling away from xavier just enough to clear your thoughts and make a selection.

“meat skewers.” you finally responded, the words feeling like a forced script on your tongue, your true voice mingling with a more mechanical tune as you choose the most favorable option for xavier.

it always felt strange when choosing options from the system, as if your lips articulated the words without your mind participating. like a robot, just executing commands.

“meat skewers it is.” xavier smiled shortly, unaware of the game dominating his very being, exiting the animation he was forced into while you contemplated your two choices.

his fingers brushed yours briefly one last time, like a promise to return soon, before he melted into the crowd, leaving you alone on the park bench, beneath the sparkling aura of the pre-show fireworks.

the silence he left behind wasn’t as comfortable as it should’ve been — it was thick, heavy, similar to the air before a tumultuous storm.

why were you feeling so uneasy all of a sudden?

nothing noteworthy was supposed to happen during this date. it was too early for your relationship to be tested, too early for it to even have a solid, romantic label. only the lingering chance of a first kiss haunted the scenario, but even that was not certain, only determined by your choices and the affinity with xavier at the end of the chapter.

so what ruined the joyful atmosphere of the festival?

as if on cue, the answer made its presence felt. a pressure materialized behind you, familiar and yet terrifyingly uncanny, causing a shiver to prickle down your spine and blow goosebumps all over your skin.

you would learn soon that the what was actually a who.

“so you prefer saltiness now?” the eerie voice murmured into your ear, closing into you just like xavier’s. it was not warm like his though; it was cold, cutting, with a palpable sheen of malice thrown over it. “i remember you said you loved sweet things...”

is that–? impossible.

“am i wrong, my pearl?”

you fully whirled around at the familiar nickname, the short skirts of your dress flapping against your thighs from the sudden movement, completing half a turn and facing the other side of the park.

impossible.

it couldn’t be him, you thought to yourself while shifting your position. there was no way for rafayel, another one of the love interests, to be present during your date with xavier. there was no way for rafayel to appear, at any place or point in time, in xavier’s route.

there was no way for rafayel, whose route you’ve already finished, to subtract himself from the system’s rules and plunge into another route.

it must all be a glitch.

but your eyes, cloudy with confusion, struck the body frame of your previous love interest: rafayel qi was now standing before you, adorning an outfit you were well-accustomed to. by pure chance or something else you were arduously denying, his body was wrapped in a full-body attire that you’ve purchased...

as a matching set with your current dress.

glitch, glitch, glitch–

his smile was the same you remembered — gentle, charming, perfect, curling into an irresistible grin that evoked memories of love and devotion. but his eyes were strangers to yours. they were dark, hollow, like two pieces of charred coral; the pinks and blues and purples were nowhere to be seen, swallowed by the obsessive black of his pupils.

“rafayel?” your voice cracked, uncertainty and caution clawing at your throat, voicing out his name in order to identify him. was he really rafayel? “what are you doing here? this... this isn’t...”

your route, you wished to say, but didn’t, a tiny voice in your head stopping you from causing more errors by exposing the actuality of the otome game.

his expression didn’t falter at your inquiry, but it no longer offered warmth and comfort. his lips turned into a thin, cruel stretch, perverting the two rosy petals you used to kiss with passion in your previous run.

he was smiling at you like a cheshire cat, mockingly, condescendingly.

“what am i doing here?” he echoed, his voice a dark purr against the festive, talkative crowd. he took a step forward, his shoes hitting your own polished heels, and you instinctively drew them in, pushing back from the ground and anchoring your feet away from him.

“i’m cleaning up a mess. that’s what you are, isn’t it? a little, needy mess who got bored and decided to play with the next man she finds.”

his vitriolic words fell over your shoulders like acid, burning your skin with shameful accusations, and drawing a loud gasp from your lips. even the flowy material of the dress felt heavy now, pressing down on your chest and making the previous romantic thump beat at an alarming, frightening pace.

“what are you–? i didn’t–” you stammered, your mind racing with a million thoughts, trying to piece together what was going on.

this wasn’t in the script. nothing about this was.

rafayel was supposed to stick to his route, not overtake xavier’s.

“sweetheart… you know i hate liars.” he snapped, the purr vanishing into a venomous hiss. his hand shot out, fingers closing around your wrist like a steel band, adamant on not letting you run away from him again. “so don’t lie to me.”

“i–i d–don’t understand.” you mumbled, lips trembling, words slurring inside your mouth. your frantic eyes were jumping from rafayel’s frowning face to the harsh grip he had on your wrist, trying to find an explanation for his unusual behavior.

trying to bypass all this as a mere glitch.

that was the only possibility for this scene.

the crowd around you remained blissfully unaware of the nightmare unfolding in your corner of the festival. laughter and chatter swirled like colorful ribbons through the air, punctuated by the occasional crackle of a firework testing the darkening sky. none of them noticed the way your pulse hammered against your throat, or the way rafayel’s fingers tightened around your wrist like a handcuff snapping shut.

“ah, rafayel, please–” you tried to reason with him, but your voice wavered with uneasiness. “you’re hurting me.”

bringing up your perilous state, the way his fingers dug so harshly into your skin it bruised — it had to be enough to bring his softer side to the surface. and it looked fruitful at first, with his grip loosening significantly… but he didn’t release you. instead, he tilted his head, studying your face with an expression so cruel, it caused your stomach to drop.

it was the look of a collector examining a prized possession that had been carelessly handled by someone else.

“hurting you?” he repeated, and there it was! that familiar cadence in his voice, the one that used to make your heart flutter during his route. but now it sounded wrong, twisted into something acrid. “i would never hurt you, my pearl. i love you. i’ve loved you since the moment you first appeared in my world.”

his free hand came up to cup your cheek, and you flinched. the gesture was so reminiscent of the gentle rafayel you’d fallen for during his route, the one who painted sunsets for you and whispered sweet nothings by the sea. but this palm was cold against your heated skin, and his thumb traced your cheekbone with a possessiveness that made your skin shriek in fear.

“but you....” he continued, his voice dropping to a threatening whisper at your recoil. “you’ve been very, very bad, haven’t you? playing with another man, leading him on. letting him touch you.”

“i didn’t–” you started, but the words died in your throat.

what could you possibly say? that you were following the game’s mechanics? that none of this was real? the interface flickered in your peripheral vision like a silent reminder of the system governing this world.

but rafayel was standing right in front of you, loud and solid and seething, proof that the system’s rules meant nothing anymore.

“the festival.” rafayel murmured, glancing around at the oblivious crowd. his smile returned, but just as a faux stretch of the lips. “how romantic. xavier chose fireworks for your date?” he laughed, not expecting an actual answer from you; he was just highlighting the evidence of your betrayal.

“i would have chosen something more... intimate. a private gallery, perhaps. just the two of us. no crowds. no interruptions.”

your eyes darted around desperately, searching for an escape. the game interface flickered again, glitching at the edges of your vision. you saw xavier’s icon blinking in the corner, signaling his return — unlike rafayel, he was trapped on the path the game had scripted, with a few more minutes to overcome before reaching your current spot.

3 minutes remaining.

if he were to get here, you’d be locked in an animation.

if he were to get here, rafayel would be expulsed from the picture.

if he were to­–

“why so hopeful, my pearl? aww, is your knight in shining armor close?” he leaned into you, his tall frame blocking the light from the closest street lamp and drowning you in shadows. his snarl was visible from miles away, yet he felt the need to grip your face and drag you closer; your weirdly smushed lips were almost touching his bitter smile.

2 minutes remaining.

“no, no, no, we can’t have blondie ruining our fun again!”

“wait, raf–”

his fingers on your wrist went solid again, as if made from the strongest metal, clutching your arm at once and forcing your entire being up and away from your park bench. you struggled against his grip, pulling and hitting at his hand with all your might, but nothing seemed to work on rafayel.

fueled by possessiveness and jealousy, his digits nestled deep into your flesh, blooming deep bruises in their wake as he dragged you further and further away from yours and xavier’s spot.

“rafayel, stop! please, where– why–”

but he was silent… or silenced, his jaw locked tight in what looked like self-imposed restraint. he was holding himself back, legs speeding up as they dashed between the sea of people at the festival, a clear goal dominating his mind.

but what? what was rafayel chasing so arduously that he couldn’t even lash out at you?

“rafayel, let’s talk, please!”

the system spoke in rafayel’s stead.

2 minutes remaining… -> event on pause.

warning! you are too far from the designated event area. please return to your spot.

the words appeared in glowing blueish text, and you almost lost all the air in your lungs. was that his goal — to go as far away from the event spot so xavier would never progress on his return?

“w–what did you do?” your voice trembled as you asked, bracing your legs and forcing your heels to root into the ground. the jagged cobblestone pieces came to your rescue, allowing your heels shelter and aiding you in stopping rafayel’s incessant stride.

“please let me go.” you tried to break free from his harsh grip again, forcing yourself to meet his blown-out eyes. they were so dark now, the beautiful gradient you loved so much replaced by something fathomless and hungry. “you’re scaring me. this isn’t you.”

“not me?” his chuckle was sharp, hostile. “oh, sweetheart. this is exactly who i’ve always been. you just never had to see it.” he stepped closer, his hand lifting your wrist closer to his face, forcing it to cup his cheek in a loving gesture. “i was so patient with you. so gentle. i gave you my heart, my everything. and what did you do? you ran to another man’s arms the moment you grew bored.”

“that’s not how it happened–”

“you abandoned me.” his voice cracked, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of the rafayel you knew — the vulnerable artist who painted his feelings into every canvas. “and you want to do it again.” but his voice grew in intensity once more, as if the vulnerability from before was just a slip-up.

rafayel acted fast, caging you with his entire body, searching for your free hand with his own unused one. to take hold of both members and have you fully succumbing, at his mercy.

rafayel acted fast, but his situational awareness lessened. that’s why he didn’t intercepted your move.

that’s how he ended up with a stinging slap across the face.

your palm throbbed with the impact, fingers tingling from the force of the contact. rafayel’s head had snapped to the side, his cheek blooming with an angry red mark that stood out against his pale skin. for a moment, neither of you moved. the world seemed to hold its breath around you, the festival sounds fading into a dull hum.

“you are not the man i loved.”

the words tumbled from your lips before you could stop them, trembling with a mixture of fear and fury. your chest heaved, every breath feeling like shards of glass scraping against your lungs.

“ha, ha, ha, ha…”

rafayel slowly turned his head back towards you, and what you saw made your blood run cold. the red mark on his cheek was already beginning to darken into a bruise, bulging at the inner press of his tongue. but his expression wasn’t one of pain. no, it was something far more terrifying.

he was smiling.

“you little minx.” he spat, hand finally freeing your wrist to feel around his affected cheek. “you’ll regret this.”

he mumbled some more threats, but you were no longer there to listen, already turning around and picking up the pace. you stumbled slightly on your heels, something between adrenaline and terror latching onto your body, and you decided on the spot to discard them for the greater good — meeting with xavier at your spot as fast as possible!

bare footed, only with your thin tights protecting your soles, you ran between the people celebrating the firework festival, twisting and turning between the groups and mixing in with the crowd. but you made the mistake of turning back, to check on rafayel and see what putrid plan he was pursuing.

and to your surprise, rafayel wasn’t chasing you. he was simply standing there, watching you flee with that same unsettling smile, his vengeful hand raised to carefully touch the bruise forming on his cheek. it was as if he was savoring the moment, relishing in the chase.

in the way you ran away so so scared.

his behaviour was unsettling… but so were the surroundings.

“what??”

the people around you… they weren’t moving anymore. a vendor was frozen mid-laugh, his hand extended towards a customer who was equally still, her mouth open in delight that would never be voiced. a child running past was suspended in mid-stride, a sparkler frozen in his raised hand.

they had all stopped. like someone had pressed pause on the entire world.

the event, you realized with dawning horror. you were not in the right spot, so the entire world was on pause.

did rafayel knew about this?

… there was no point in asking him that.

so you pushed through the frozen crowd, your feet lapping against the cobblestones in a rhythm that felt far too loud in the sudden silence. the bench, the one you’ve occupied at the beginning of your date, was in sight. as long as you got back to the spot where xavier had to return with the meat skewers, to where the scene was supposed to continue, the world would return to normal.

and maybe rafayel would disappear.

maybe this nightmare would end.

you were twenty feet away. ten feet. your hand reached out towards the stone slats of the bench, fingers stretching with excitement and relief–

an arm hooked around your waist, and a hand clamped over your mouth before you could react.

2 minutes remaining… -> event on pause.

you were yanked backwards, your tights-clad feet scraping against the cobblestones as rafayel dragged you behind the nearest festival stall. the painted wood of the booth loomed above you, colorful banners advertising games and prizes frozen in the fluttering lull of a dead wind.

“shh, my pearl.” rafayel murmured against your ear as he pressed your back further into his own body, his breath hot and uneven against your agitated pulse point. “you didn’t really think i’d let you get away, did you?”

you thrashed against him, your muffled screams swallowed by the palm pressed firmly against your lips. his other arm was an unmoving belt around your waist, pinning you against his chest. you could feel his heartbeat through his shirt — rapid, erratic, nothing like the calm, composed rhythm you remembered from his route.

“stop fighting me.” he hissed through gritted teeth, irritation palpable in his voice. the hand blocking your mouth descended, choosing to catch your chin and turn your head to the side. “you can’t escape me, no matter how much you try.”

and then–

“ugh!”

you felt the rough wooden surface of the stall bite into your back as rafayel spun you around, the world blurring into a smear of festival lights and frozen faces. the impact knocked the breath from your lungs, and before you could stabilize yourself, his hands were on your waist — gripping, crushing, claiming.

“go awa–” you started, but the words dissolved into a choked sound as his mouth descended on yours.

there was nothing gentle about it. no tenderness, no hesitant exploration like the soft kisses from his previous self. he was conquering you. his lips crashed against yours with a fury that turned your knees to jelly, and when you tried to pull away, his hand shot up to tangle in your hair, holding you in place with merciless precision.

this wasn’t him. this wasn’t the rafayel you loved.

but his tongue pressed against the seam of your lips deliciously, demanding entry, and some traitorous part in you allowed him in. he swallowed your whimper as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with possessive strokes that left no corner untouched, no part of you unclaimed.

“you were mine first.” the words were purred against your lips, barely coherent, lost in the wet sounds of the kiss. his teeth grazed your lower lip, tugging at it hard enough to make you gasp. “you chose me. you loved me. and then you–”

he broke the kiss abruptly, but his hands didn’t relent. one stayed fisted in your hair, tilting your head back at an angle that bared your throat to him. the other began its slow, devastating journey across your body, dancing over your collarbone, cupping the swell of your breasts, molding down the curve of your waist until his fingers dug into the dip of your hip.

“then you just decided you wanted more.” his voice cracked, and for a moment, the mask of cruelty slipped to reveal something raw and bleeding beneath. “you woke up one morning and erased me like i was nothing.”

“that’s not it.” you started, but his hand pulled at your hair harshly, cutting off your protest with a whimper.

“quiet.” the single word was sharp enough to draw blood. “don’t soil your pretty lips with lies, sweetheart.”

his hand moved from your hip to your thigh, gripping the visible tights, where your dress had ridden up. his fingers dug in, painfully so, offering pressure that drew another high-pitched moan from your throat. it was hard to resist him, with his lean body pressing you into the wood of the stall, his scent flooding your senses, his warmth seeping through your thin dress like a fever you couldn’t shake.

with his cock tenting in his pants, poking at your legs with every move.

“rafayel.” his name came out as barely a whisper, broken and trembling, and you couldn’t tell if fear was the only thing fueling it.

“shh.” he cooed as he leaned in, pulling the roots of your head further into the stall and forcing your wet lips to be on display. “i’m going to make you remember. i’m going to make you remember exactly who you belong to.”

his mouth found yours again, and this time he was adamant in changing your mind. his hand also continued their exploration, mapping every curve of your body with the desperation of a man who had been starved. fingers traced the line of your spine, the dip of your waist, the flare of your hips. he gripped the fabric of your dress, bunching it upwards inch by inch, until your bottom half was fully exposed.

only your skin-coloured tights and your panties keeping your frail dignity.

“you’re mine.” his lips trailed from your mouth to your jaw, down the column of your throat, wetting the skin in their wake and prepping it for marking. “i spent so much time learning every sound you make, every place you like to be touched. i’ve memorized the way you shiver when i kiss you–”

his mouth found the spot just below your ear, the place that always made you gasp during your previous escapades. and you gasped now too, a sharp inhale that betrayed you completely.

“there.” his voice was triumphant, dark with satisfaction, wet lips curling into a smirk against your skin. “i knew you remembered. i knew you couldn’t forget.”

his teeth punctured the sensitive flesh of your neck, and your hands, which had been frozen at your sides, finally moved. but not to push him away or fight… your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, clutching it with the same desperate intensity he was showing you, pulling him in and silently begging for his lips on your throat.

“raf, ah– please.” the words escaped before you could stop them, a broken confirmation that made him pull back just enough to meet your hazy eyes.

“you just needed a stimulant.” his tongue slipped out to circle the bite mark, smearing the evidence of his ministration across your skin. “to remind you that you can’t just leave me. you can’t choose someone else. you’re mine, my pearl. you’ve always been mine.”

his lips found yours again, and this time you kissed him back unprompted.

somewhere in the chaos of fear and confusion, the muscle memory of his route had taken over. your body remembered him even when your mind was screaming that this was wrong, that this wasn’t how the game was supposed to go.

and he felt it. he tasted it.

“there she is.” he breathed against your lips, a mingle of relief and pride. “there’s my sweet girl. i knew you were still in there.”

his hand left your hair, sliding down to grip your waist as he pressed you harder into the stall. the wall creaked behind you, and somewhere in the frozen distance, you heard the faint crackle of a firework that would never explode. even with his body molded against yours, with the heat of him seeping through your dress like scorching fire, the system called once more.

screaming about your abandoned event.

“xavier–” you mumbled out loud as the icon blinked to life briefly, and immediately regretted it.

rafayel’s grip tightened the moment his name was let out. his eyes flashed with something dangerous, and the soft warmth of the moment shattered like glass.

“don’t...” he hissed, a threat and a warning at once. “don’t you dare say his name while i’m kissing you.”

“n–no, i just–”

“shut it.” he cut you off with another kiss, a shorter yet more punishing press of his lips. he looked like he wanted to devour you whole. “you don’t get to play on both ends. you don’t get to be a needy whore and then expect mercy.”

his hand returned to your tights, digging his nails into the thin material… and effectively ripping it open with a whirring sound.

“ngh, raf–”

you let out as his hands came down on you, slapping the bare, meaty flesh and letting it giggle beneath his calloused palm. then he crawled higher, his fingers tentatively grazing the edge of your flimsy underwear, taunting you. you were trembling beneath him, in newfound fear and scorching pleasure, a strangled sound catching in your throat from the sudden turn of events.

“kissing is not enough, huh?” his lips hovered over yours, so close you could feel the movement of them as he spoke. “you need more, a deeper reminder of our love.”

deeper had an entirely different twist; you could tell from the way his right palm spread over your lower tummy, thumb nestled at the base of your pussy while his pinky finger reached up, towards your belly button.

“am i wrong, my pearl?”

.

.

.

“n–no, rafayel.”

the pause stretched between you, and rafayel’s smile returned at your compliance — that smug, knowing smile that made your stomach flip.

“exactly.” he murmured. “that’s exactly what i thought.”

his pinky pressed harder against your navel, punctuating the deepest spot he was to reach, and you felt the heat of his promise seeping through the thin fabric of your dress. his left hand, which had been gripping your thigh with bruising intensity, relaxed its hold, allowing the pads of his fingers to inch higher.

passing the jagged material of your ripped tights and zeroing into your drenched panties.

“fuck, you’re so wet already.” he breathed, his eyes raking over your face, cataloging every micro-expression with predatory precision as he finally touched you where you wanted. “all this just from a few kisses?”

his hand traveled higher, palm flattening against your pussy through the damp fabric of your panties. the pressure was maddening: just enough to make you feel it, not enough to give you what you craved. your hips twitched involuntarily, pushing into his hand and seeking more.

his smile sharpened into a cruel curve at your needy movements.

 “ah–ah.” he tutted, clicking his tongue at your eagerness. “behave, my pearl. good girls wait. good girls beg.”

heat flooded your cheeks at his command, a mixture of humiliation and desire swirling around your head. your fingers curled tighter into the fabric of his shirt, knuckles white with the effort of holding yourself together.

but the pulsing feeling between your legs spoke louder than logic.

“please.” you mouthed between whines, a quiet surrender you dreaded and loved at the same time. “ngh–”

press.

“please what?” his thumb found your clit through the soaked cotton, pushing down in a slow, torturous circle. your breath hitched, a broken little sound escaping your throat. “use your words, sweetheart. i know you can. you had plenty of them earlier, didn’t you? chatting away with xavier.”

his name was like a blade, sharp and venomous, cutting into you in the most degrading ways. you felt the shift in him immediately: the playful cruelty from before hardened into a darker version, a version that made your body stutter with a different kind of fear.

“i–” you started, but he cut you off with a sharp pinch to your clit. your sentence was turned into a sharp gasp, your head tilting backwards and hitting the wood with a loud thud.

“i changed my mind.” he said between gritted teeth, voice deceptively soft against his visible dissatisfaction at remembering xavier. “you don’t get to speak right now. not after what you did.”

his fingers found the waistband of your panties once more, and with a swift, brutal motion, he pulled them aside. cool air kissed your exposed, sensitive flesh, and you shivered violently, your legs trembling beneath you.

“you stood there…” he continued, his thumb tracing the seam of your folds, parting the slick lips fully and letting your swollen clit peek out. smothering your arousal all over your skin as if marking territory. “holding his hand. smiling at him. like you belonged to him. like you forgot who you really belong to.”

his middle finger dipped lower and found your entrance, slipping in just enough to make you jolt, then retreating before you could clench around him. a frustrated whimper escaped your lips, and he laughed at your desperation.

“did you think about this?” he approached your pussy again, two fingers gathering against your gaping hole, not entering, just resting there, taunting you. “did you think about xavier touching you the way i’m touching you now? did you imagine his fingers inside this dirty little cunt while you held hands?”

“no.” the denial came out breathless, desperate, your chest rising and falling again and again. “rafayel, please, trust me–”

“liar.” he spat the word, and his fingers plunged inside you fully without warning. you choked on a moan, your back arching off the rough wood of the stall as he pumped them in and out with punishing speed. “you’re such a liar, sweetheart. but i can fix that; i’ll fuck the lies right out of you.”

his fingers curled inside you, finding that gummy spot that made stars burst behind your eyes. and you sobbed his name — a broken, pathetic sound that only seemed to fuel his fury. his thumb found your twitching clit once more, resuming its harsh circles as he drove you towards climax.

“you’re mine.” he growled against your throat, teeth scraping the sensitive skin with the intention of marking. “say it. say you’re mine alone.”

“i’m–” your voice fractured as his fingers hit deeper and deeper. “i’m yours, rafayel, please–”

“begging again, my pearl?” his pace slowed all of a sudden, turning cruel and teasing, his fingers dragging against your walls with calculated slowness. “tell me what you want, sweet girl. and maybe — maybe — i’ll give it to you.”

your mind was a hazy, a blur of pleasure and humiliation that overlapped and combined dominating your very being. the pressure was building in your core, a coil tightening with every stroke of his fingers, every rasp of his voice against your skin.

you were close, so close.

“please let me cum.” you pleaded, the words spilling out like a confession. “please, rafayel, i need it, i need–”

“and what makes you think you deserve it?” he withdrew his fingers entirely, leaving your pussy empty and aching. a choked sob of protest tore from your throat, nails scraping at him, but he ignored you, choosing to grasp your thigh with his slicked hand. “what makes you think you deserve to cum after parading yourself in front of xavier?”

his hand jumped away from your leg, only to come back down harder — as a cutting slap.

“it doesn’t matter whose fingers are inside you as long as you finish, hm?” his breath fanned hot against your ear as he spilled a plethora of vitriolic words, prodding once more at your dignity and loyalty. “i might have to fuck you after all. break in your tight little cunt and make sure you remember me for good.”

“ugh– raf– please–”

“you like that, don’t you?” he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze a storm of dark possessiveness. “dirty fucking whore.”

the heat of his body was prominent against your semi-naked frame, a searing line of possession that dug and scorched your exposed skin with every touch. his left hand, firm and demanding, curled around your thigh, grasping your asscheek and hoisting your leg high against his hip. exposing you fully to the cool, frozen air of the festival.

the rough wood of the wall bit into your shoulder blades harsher in the new position, a somewhat grounding pain against the overwhelming ache of his touch.

“look at me, sweetheart.”

you felt why, then.

the thick, heavy shape of his cock, still confined by the straining fabric of his dress pants, was an undeniable intruder that nudged against your inner thigh, opening you for him. a choked gasp escaped your throat when it made contact with your abandoned cunt, your hips twitching involuntarily towards the thing that was to pleasure you immensely.

“tsk, tsk, tsk.” he clicked his tongue, a soft, chiding sound that reverberated through the quiet of the glitched game.

but you whimpered more, your hips bucking against his bulge, desperate for any friction. there was no relief to be earned though.

only a cruel chuckle.

“so pathetic, my pearl.” he said, his voice dropping to a low, intimate purr. with your leg nicely wrapped around his hip, he removed his hands from your lower half, rerouting to your neglected upper body. with delicate fingers, respectful for the dress that matched his outfit, he unbuttoned the clasps hiding your cleavage. letting his hungry eyes devour your tits.  “such a perfect little whore. and all mine.”

rafayel guided his aching fingers to your perky nipples, grasping the hardening nubs and pinching just enough to hear you cry out, just enough to see your back arching in ecstasy.

“now…”  with a final squeeze of your tits, he set them free, allowing them to poke out the unbuttoned v-cut of the dress. “i’m going to give you what you want. but you’re going to take every inch of it, and you’re going to thank me for it. understand?”

“y–yes.” you breathed, almost on autopilot, no longer able to discern what was happening. you just needed relief. “yes, rafayel.”

at last, his attention moved down to his waistband. with a teasing motion, he unbuttoned his dress pants and pushed them down, freeing his bare cock to the air. it was thick and heavy, the tip flushed a deep, angry red, glistening with a hefty amount of precum. his balls sat heavy at the base, partially hidden by purple pubic hair.

“oh, shit!”

he grasped his aching length, giving it a few tentative pumps as he positioned himself above your cunt.

and you watched, almost drooling, as he dipped the head between your folds, teasing your engorged clit with a slow, languid drag. the sensation was electrifying, stimulating the nerves that have been denied relief just a few moments ago.

you moaned and shook, your body trembling in anticipation.

“such a needy thing.” he crooned, his voice laced with a mixture of disdain and adoration. “look at you, shaking for my cock. you’ll take it so well, won’t you? you’ll take it like you always did, sweetheart.”

“mhm– will, raf–el.” you confirmed, the words tumbling out in a frantic rush. “please fuck me. please, i can’t– i need you inside me, please–”

he positioned the mushroomy head of his cock at your entrance, the pressure a promise of the fullness to come. you held your breath, your entire body screaming for him to finally, finally thrust inside. but as he went to push into you, your ruined panties, still bunched to the side, slipped down and blocked your entrance.

“fuck!” he hissed, the curse blooming on his lips in an instant. his eyes, dark and stormy moments before, now burned with an incandescent rage.

in a flash, his sleek dagger materialized in his hand, its blade suspiciously stained with something crimson and ominous. it was the same blade you’d seen him wield before, a weapon that was always used in battle.

what was he–?

with a furious grunt, he dragged your panties forcefully to the side, digging the material into your hip… to pin them against the wooden wall. and then, with a savage lunge, he plunged the dagger through the fabric, trapping them to the wood.

the sound of the blade biting into the wood resonated loudly, a sharp, violent crack that echoed across the system of the game.

“ngh, ah–”

the panties were now held hostage by his dagger, the blade so close to your heated skin you could feel the danger of bloodied cuts and scratches. but the looming danger also bubbled that nefarious arousal in your tummy — the act was so possessive, so corrupting.

rafayel had literally pinned your underwear to the wall with his bloody blade, a macabre trophy of his ownership.

“there.” he grunted, hoping no other obstacle would appear. “now the way is clear.”

as if nothing happened, his hand returned to your thigh, hoisting it higher against his hip, his grip rough and unwavering. he lined himself up with your entrance once more, the tip of his cock nudging against your parted folds.

there was no more teasing, no more slow torture. this time, he was going to take what was his.

“eyes on me, sweetheart.” he commanded, his voice reaching a desperate growl. his orbs, swallowed by the black of his lustful pupils, stared into your matching eyes, full of a possessive fire that needed to be quenched. “i want you to watch me fuck you stupid.”

and with that, he thrusted inside.

he filled you in one slick, brutal stroke, stretching your walls wide around his thick cock, making your tummy bulge visibly from the intrusion. the sensation was irresistible, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure that stole the air from your lungs. you cried out, your nails digging into his clothed shoulders as he began to move. his pace was punishing and relentless from the very first thrust, wishing to leave his imprint on your poor pussy.

“fuck.” he groaned, his head falling forward to rest his forehead against yours. “so tight. so fucking perfect, just like i remember it. this pussy was belongs to me.”

he didn’t wait for you to adjust, didn’t give you time to stabilize yourself. he pistoned into you with a desperate, animalistic need, each jut of his hips driving you harder against the rough wood of the stall. the sound of his sensitive skin slapping against yours filled the air, a filthy, wet rhythm that was punctuated by your broken moans and his husky grunts.

“r–raf, so good.”

the dagger vibrated with every thrust, ringing next to your hip as a reminder of rafayel’s devotion to you. your ruined panties were tight against your skin, soiled by your combined arousal, stretched beyond possibilities by the bloody knife. the sight of them — a symbol of your most intimate and vulnerable side, pinned there by his sturdy claim at ownership — was quite representative of the relationship between you two.

“that’s right.” he praised, his hand moving from your thighs to grip your jaw, forcing you to look at where you two were connected: your battered pussy greedily devouring his slobbering length. “taking my cock just like you should. this is all you’re good for, isn’t it? being my perfect little cocksleeve.”

tears bloomed across your waterline, his stinging words prickling at you, but you still nodded, unable to form words against his verdicts. his thumb, still sticky from fingering you, found your clit once more, rubbing figure eights that pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

“please.” you choked out, your voice a ragged sob. “please, rafayel, i’m so close. please let me–”

“you can cum when i tell you to.” he cut you off, snarling at your unceasing, ungrateful requests. he slowed his pace, his thrusts becoming deeper, more precise, hitting your cervix repeatedly. “but first, i want to hear you say it again.”

“say wh–hat?” you gasped, your mind too hazy to remember what was he hinting at.

“tell me who you belong to.” he demanded, his hand digging into your jaw to make you more attentive. “tell me who this cunt belongs to.”

“you.” you sobbed, the word broken and desperate, tears freely falling across your cheeks and cascading down his hand. “you, rafayel. i’m yours. this pussy is yours, it’s all yours, please–”

“good fucking girl.” he purred, and his voice finally shimmered with satisfaction. humming in approval, he resumed his brutal pace, slamming into you with renewed vigor. “now cum. cum for me. let me feel you lose yourself to me.”

the command was all you needed. your orgasm crashed over you like a humongous wave, your body convulsing against his as you cried out his name. your inner walls clamped down on his cock, milking him dry as he continued to thrust through your climax, his own release not far behind.

“thank you, tha–k y–u, thk u–”

“fuck.” he moaned, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep inside you one last time. “fuck, yes. that’s it. take it, take every last drop.”

hot spurts of seed flooded your insides, rafayel successfully reclaiming what was once his. his hips didn’t stop even after reaching climax, balls tightening yet unceasingly slamming against your pussy as he sought your overstimulation.

alas, his movements gradually slowed until he was just holding himself inside you, his lips pressed against yours, feeding on your whines.

the silence that followed was broken only by the sound of your labored breathing and the soft rustle of the clothes as they fell back into place. he pulled out slowly, his cock slipping from your oversensitive flesh with a squelching pop, creamy cum escaping soon after. in spite of the ministrations you’ve suffered, you whimpered at the loss, at the feeling of emptiness that was almost as overwhelming as the fullness you’ve experienced seconds ago.

“now you get it, my pearl? no matter what you do…” his gaze was still intense, still possessive, as if his fervor wasn’t quenched. “or what you say…” he then looked at the dagger, still pinning your panties to the wall.

with all your trembling and quivering, the material encouraged the blade to cut into the panties — they were utterly ruined, dissected at the seam, only relying on the back section. yet, even cut up, the dagger was sturdy, pinning the remnants of your panties nicely into the wall.

“you cannot escape me.”

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driven by lust and mischief, you somehow ended up sneaking rafayel into your home. and the only way to bypass granny's nosy self was to have him dress up as a woman — pretty brown wig covering his purple strands of hair, clumsy make-up look caking his face, ruffled skirt and long-sleeved top cladding his (thankfully) delicate frame.

the entire disguise should've turned you off, but even with a frail, synthetic wig, and a concerning amount of blush, rafayel's charm works.

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"granny didn't suspect a thing." rafayel muttered cheekily between fervent kisses, a knowing smirk stretching across his wet lips as he tucked an unruly wig strand behind his ear. "she'd ah– faint if she saw–"

"ugh, r–raf..."

"–my hand in your panties like this." he purred the ending of the sentence into your ear, somewhat preserving the secrecy of your illicit meeting.

but his fingers, so treacherous, plunged deeper into your slick cunt, pressing the calloused pads right onto your gummy walls and earning a loud gasp from your mouth.

"ah–ah, you gotta stay quiet. you wouldn't want to worry sweet granny, do you, cutie?"

"n–ngh–o, n–no."

as if he wasn't the cause of your struggles, with his nimble digits pistoning in and out of your pussy, forcing pornographic squelches and loud moans to permeate the room, he spoke up once more:

"poor thing... let me help you out." and sealed his lips over yours in a slobbering wet kiss.

your eyes were closed, too caught up in the delicious feeling that was bubbling in your tummy, too focused on the double pleasure your boyfriend was fostering with his wandering tongue and his merciless fingers.

but his eyes were open, sharp and attentive, watching the forgotten entrance of your bedroom like a hawk. looking for the danger that lulled behind the adjacent door.

looking at the danger hiding behind the door.

your caleb has been there for some time now, watching dutifully over his little sister like grandma instructed. but, unlike her requests for safety and care, caleb didn't barge in to save you.

caleb stood as a quiet observer, a selfish voyeur that was relishing the depraved state you were in.

a deprived state he could never fuel on his own.

your family was strict, but rafayel might just know his way around it, taming both your granny and your brother.

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the natural fence of weather-worn rocks and lush vegetation created a provocative veil of secrecy. through gaps in the foliage, you caught glimpses of tanned bodies moving freely, no longer tangled in synthetic pieces of swimwear.

curiosity and… excitement.

“going for a walk!” you called to your friends, but they were too engrossed in their volleyball game to hear your words.

without a second thought, your feet carried you along the waterline until you reached the edge of the rocky barrier. a narrow path wound between two large boulders, partially hidden by overhanging palm branches. your heart hammered against your ribs as you slipped through, emerging on the other side shortly after.

the nudist beach was smaller than your resort’s stretch of sand, more intimate, with clusters of bare sunbathers scattered along the shore. most paid you no mind — just another lost tourist, they probably assumed.

but one man noticed you.

he lay on a striped towel close to the rocky parting, propped up on his elbows, a lazy smile playing on his rosy lips. his purple hair caught the sunlight like a fresh iris, and his dual-coloured eyes gleamed with mischief as they traveled the length of your clothed body. he was beautiful, ethereal in a way only mythical sirens were —sharp cheekbones, a jaw that could cut glass, and a lean yet elegant physique that spoke of someone who spent considerable time caring for his body.

your gaze traveled downwards despite your best restraints, following the scarce happy trail… and your mouth went dry.

even soft, what was between his thighs was impressive — a thick cock nestled in a drizzle of fine, purple hairs, heavy and undeniable against his muscular thigh. the sight of it, together with a faint twitch, sent a bolt of scorching heat straight to your cunt, and you felt your bikini bottoms grow damp from something that wasn’t sea water.

he beckoned you to step closer, to venture deeper into the nudist beach… away from the crowded shoreline and closer to his more reclusive patch of sand.

“well, well, well.” he called out when you were finally close enough, his voice a smooth, melodic tune that lulled you in. “what do we have here? a little voyeur who lost her way?”

you should have turned around at that accusation. should have apologized for your disrespect and retreated to the safety of your friends, your resort and your boring, clothed existence.

instead, you took a step closer, swiping your tongue over your dry lips to speak up.

“i… was just curious.” you managed, hating how breathless you sounded under his powerful, unmoving gaze.

“curious.” he repeated, extending both arms and pushing upwards, sitting up fully. the movement made his cock shift against his thigh, and you watched it, transfixed. “curious about what, exactly? about how it feels to be free of garments? or about how it feels to be watched?”

he rose to his feet with fluid grace, completely comfortable in his nakedness. the breeze caught his hair, and he ran a hand through it casually, his body movements open and unrestricted.

he was on display for everyone.

and, especially, on display for you.

“i’m rafayel... and i think you’re a very naughty girl, wandering over here when you know you shouldn’t.”

he took a step closer, and then another, his soft cock rocking along his trotting legs, walking towards you until you could smell the salt of the sea and the aromatics of the shining sun rays on his skin.

your flesh tingled with awareness, goosebumps almost blooming all over.

“tell me.” he murmured, reaching out to trace the strap of your bikini top with one finger. bold, uncaring, as if he knew you wouldn’t push him away. “do you always stare at strangers’ cocks like that? or am i just special?”

“rafayel–”

“that’s right, cutie! i am honestly shocked you remembered my name… with you being soooo distracted.” he chuckled lightly, coating the insult in his sugary voice. “i like the way it sounds on your lips.” his hand trailed up your throat, following the curve of your neck and landing on your chin. slowly caressing your lower lip with his thumb.

“i saw you watching me from over there. saw you literally shiver when you looked at my cock. is that why you’re here?” he leaned in, face tilting downwards into your ear, whispering the key questions. “you wanted to touch it, didn’t you? wanted to put your mouth on a stranger’s dick.”

you should have protested. you should have been offended by rafayel’s assumptions, slapping his daring hand away and running back to your friends.

yet you nodded, thinking with your pussy instead of your brain, leaning into his hand and parting your lips. maintaining eye contact with him, you engulfed his thumb and sucked — drawing a beautiful moan from rafayel’s own hungry lips.

his groan was low and pleased. “such an honest little thing... i like that.” his other hand cupped the swell of your breast through the thin fabric of your swimwear, digit circling your nipple until it pebbled against the material. “i will be honest too– i can’t wait to see those beautiful tits properly.”

“h–here?” you stammered, glancing around, suddenly aware of the public setting that would be perceiving you. there were people scattered along the shoreline, and some were close enough to see you two messing around, if they looked thoroughly.

you will be exposed too and–

“don’t worry about them, cutie.” rafayel reassured, his voice dropping to a brooding, dangerous whisper, his words between comfort and threat. “they’re all too absorbed in their own pleasure to care about ours. but there is something... thrilling about the possibility, isn’t there?”

“ahh–”

you gasped and you could see him grinning wider at your reaction, sharp teeth peeking beautifully from beneath. “the possibility of someone looking over and seeing you slutted out for a stranger?”

“that’s…”

his hands slid away and up to your shoulders, applying gentle pressure and redirecting your posture. “you want it, no? on your knees, then. show me how much you crave my cock.”

with that gentle push, you dropped to your knees in the warm sand, looking up at him with your doe eyes and flushed cheeks. from this angle, his cock was even more imposing — heavy yet still soft against his balls, the head partially visible beneath the foreskin. your mouth watered at the thought of tasting him, of feeling him grow hard on your tongue.

particularly now, in public.

“go on.” he encouraged, his voice soft but commanding. “see if it was worth sneaking in here.”

you leaned forward, your hands finding his strong thighs for balance. the skin was warm from the sun, the muscle firm beneath your palms. you pressed a tentative kiss to the inside of his thigh first, and he let out a small, pleased sound.

“such a good girl.” he praised. “and so needy, too. how long have you wanted this, hm? since you first stepped onto the nudist beach?”

you hummed in approval, your mouth already hovering near his cock, lips wet and warm with excitement. the scent of him filled your senses — the salt, his sun-kissed skin, the faint musk of arousal, all mingled together in a mesmerizing aroma.

“use your words.” he prompted, one hand threading through your hair, nails scraping at your scalp. “tell me what you want.”

“i want your cock in my mouth.” you answered, the words coming out breathless. “please.” and with that you nuzzled into his thigh, rubbing your cheek as you begged for rafayel to give into your desires.

or his desires.

“mhmm, polite too. i’m impressed.” his grip in your hair tightened just slightly, dragging you a tad closer to his cock. “go ahead then, make me feel good, pretty girl.”

you took him into your mouth without a second thought, encapsulating him between your lips and slurping it inside your warm mouth. he was impossibly soft against your tongue, but he grew harder as you sucked, his length filling your mouth as your tongue traced along the sides.

“nmph.”

the hard weight of him was exquisite, and you moaned around him, your own arousal spiking as it became more and more difficult to breath with him fully erect down your airpipe.

“look at you.” he murmured, his voice low and rough, affected by your eagerness to please. his chest rumbled with every swipe of your tongue, with every hollowing of your cheeks, groans and moans joining the wet noises of your mouth.

“sucking a stranger’s cock like it’s the only thing you’ve ever wanted. so eager. so desperate.”

his hand left your hair to work at the knot of your bikini top behind your neck. the strings gave way easily under his dexterous fingers, and the fabric fell away, baring your breasts to the warm sea air and the possibility of any wandering eyes.

“there we go.” he breathed, his fingers finding your naked nipple and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, giving it the treatment it deserved since the beginning. “stunning. i knew they’d be perfect.”

you moaned around his cock, throat constricting tighter around it with each pinch and tumble of your nipples. the heaviness of rafayel on your tongue, together with his nimble digits toying with your tits created an overwhelming flash of pleasure. and fuck, if it wasn’t exactly what you were chasing — the thrill of a summer adventure.

“ngh– ra–f–el.”

he was painfully hard now, straining against your tongue, blocking it from full articulation, and you could feel the pulse of his boiling blood through the sensitive flesh.

ringing alongside your own throbbing clit.

“fuck, you’re divine.” he purred, his voice dark with pleasure, eyes condescendingly admiring your knelt form. “naked on a nudist beach, sucking a stranger’s cock, and hoping someone sees you… aren’t you? you want them to see what a slut you are.”

his words should have offended you. but instead, they created electrifying sparks all over your skin, and you moaned in agreement around his bullying cock.

“haha–” he laughed, a sound wicked yet delighted, so very pleased by your servitude and neediness. “knew it. you’re a naughty one, aren’t you? parading around in that tiny bikini, pretending you don’t want to be naked. but you do.”

“ugh– ye–shit–”

“you want them all to see what i’m doing to you.”

his hips began to move, a restless, unmeasured thrusting that pressed his cock deeper down your throat. his hand flew back into your hair, grasping at the roots and making you mold after his needs, letting him take what he wanted.

“that’s it.” he tutted, satisfied by the way your lips gaped around his cock, loving how your saliva and his precum was frothing at your mouth. “you take it so well, pretty. like you were made for this. made to be on your knees for a stranger who truly appreciates you.”

the hand on your breast squeezed harder, and your nipple ached sweetly beneath it. he pinched it tighter, and you gasped around his cock, squeezing your cheeks and creating a harsher suction around him.

“you like that?” he asked, pinching again, making your thighs quiver in the sand from the pleasure. “you like when i play with your pretty tits while you suck me off? tell me, cutie.”

you nodded frantically, unable to speak with your mouth full of cock. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as he pushed deeper, your throat working wonders around him as your nose hit his happy trail.

“such a slut.” he muttered between moans, his voice strained now with his own pleasure. “so beautiful, on your knees in the sand, taking every inch i give you. i’m going to cum down your throat, cutie, and you’re going to swallow every drop like the good girl you are.”

“ra’af– ngh–”

“we wouldn’t want to litter at the beach, would we?”

the sensation built between your legs, your thighs clenching together as you sucked him harder, bobbing your head in tandem with his own thrusts. the rough texture of his fingers on your nipples, the saltiness of him on your tongue, the openness of it all — the potential for anyone to see you like this — it was all too much.

your dominant hand abandoned its spot on his thigh and travelled into your bikini bottoms.

“s–shit, you’re touching yourself, aren’t you?” he laughed breathlessly, head lolling back from how hot you were. “just from sucking my cock? what a perfect little thing you are.”

his hips thrusted forward one last time, and, with a shudder, he spilled load after load, hot and thick, down your bruised throat. the feeling of his thick, creamy cum sent you over the edge, your body quivering to orgasm, your ecstatic moans muffled around his spent cock.

he held you glued to his navel for a moment more, his hand gentle in your hair, before sliding out with a wet pop. with disheveled hair, stained lips and glossy eyes, you looked up at him, following the way his sloppy cock exited your mouth.

you were sooo dazed with lust.

“not bad for a first meeting, cutie.” he breathed out, his smirk no longer smug, shaking from the amazing orgasm you gave him. “how about i return the favour? give that sopping wet pussy what it deserves?”

you nodded absentmindedly, your voice gone, your head now spinning with the promise of more pleasure. oh, to have this handsome stranger’s mouth on your cunt? or, even better, to feel his cock deep inside your guts, kissing your cer–

“but we do it on your beach.”

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