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Lemurian Nights: Omegaverse Version

Synopsis: This is a full-length version of my ‘Into The Slick’ of it Drabble! Alpha!Rafayel is fighting his Rut which involves you, a bathtub, and double the trouble.

Warnings: Omegaverse,Merfolk Sexy Time, Bath tub Smex, Double Merfolk D’s, Talk of Oviposition, possible spoilers for RAF’s myth, Breeding quink.

The soft lull of the classical music playing over the old record player filled the bathroom. The open area gave way to the foggy glass mirror that separated the massive bath tub from the rest of the lavatory.

From the frosted glass, a shimmering blue fin flicked in irritation. You rounded the corner with the fresh fruit your loving mate had requested. The bathtub, although big enough to fit 5 more people, was still just a bit too small for the massive Lemurian.

Despite his intimidating size, the claws on his webbed hands and the way his fangs glinted in the moonlight, he was pouting.

“I came as fast as I could. Do you know how hard it is to find strawberries out of season?” You put down the paper bag and scooped the container of strawberries out. “Here, your Highness.” He looks at the plastic container as if it were poison itself.

“You know I don’t touch such…awful things.” Oh even in the throes of Rut he is a Drama King. You sigh and pluck out a strawberry, pulling off the green stem. You hold it to his lips and he takes a small bite. The red juice stained his fans, the tiniest bit of juice leaking from his mouth.

He takes his time with the strawberry. It’s…intimate. And for some reason he doesn’t take his eyes off of you when his tongue pushes forth past the sweet juices and flicks up-

“Rafayel! No!” You scold, your face exploding in a blush.

Rafayel’s pout deepens and he eats the rest of the strawberry in a single bite, fangs barely nipping at your finger tips. “No fuwm.” He mumbles with a mouth full of berry. He swallows the treat, his pink tongue darting to clean the corner of his mouth.

His smell, the musk of an Alpha but somehow more…floral….permeates the bathroom. “Do you know why I chose strawberries?” He hums, grasping your sleeper to pull your hand to his mouth. His tongue licks between your fingers, being careful to get every last drop.

“They smell like your sweet cunt.” Rafayel wasn’t above using expletives, but it never lessened the shock of the Alpha growl behind his voice. “Taste like it t-“

“Rafayel, no. You made me promise.” But you were just a sweet, simple Omega! An Omega who would be going against the laws of nature if you ignored his command, right?

No. No, Rafayel wasn’t a normal Alpha. The large, merman-like tail flicking over the side of the tub was evidence enough of that.

But his grip was unyielding. The blue eyes tinged with pink star who down like prey. His hand guided yours against the toned muscles of his abs.

“Just a touch- no-more.” His mind was warring with himself. He wanted all of you. If he weren’t in such a godforsaken bathtub-

His hand guided yours to the slit on his tail, right where his normal groin would be. There, a slit you had never really noticed, rested. Usually such an office would be closed tight, but for an Alpha in Rut, it was nearly impossible.

But the sweet noise that fell from Rafayel’s lips was intoxicating.

“Please…” His whisper was breathless. He guided your finger tips up and down the slit, his free claw scratching into the porcelain tub. “Almost-…”

The slit blossomed like a flower. From it, bloomed not one, but two cocks. Not the stereotypical lengths that other Alpha’s proudly presented like an honor. No, these ones were longer, tendril like and smooth.

Rafayel’s arched spine returned to a relax position, panting as if he had ran a marathon. A thin sheen of sweat glistened against his already wet chest.

He looks up at your through lidded eyes, his grip on your wrist tightening just slightly.

“You can’t just leave me like this.” He whines pitifully. He leans over the edge of the tub towards you. What water droplets collecting on your skirt. “It would be so unfair, Miss Bodyguard. Aren’t you here to protect me?” His voice is nearly a purr now.

Those mischievous eyes now flashed with something new, a hunger.

His body shuddered violently as the twin organs emerged, already hard and leaking pre-cum. The larger one was thick and veiny, while the smaller was slender and more sensitive. Both twitched and pulsed with need. “I can't... can't hold them back... please, my love, help me...”

What sort of mate would you be if you left him in such a condition?

His voice was a desperate whine now, his entire body trembling with the effort of holding back his release. The twin cocks slapped against the water's surface, dripping with clear liquid. “I'll go insane if you don't. Please... just wrap your hand around them... squeeze them, anything.”

You let him guide your hand back around his cock. The thickness far too much for just one hand. “Just a touch, okay?” You whisper.

He nodded frantically, his eyes pleading and desperate. His breath hitched as your hand hovered over his leaking cocks, the anticipation almost too much to bear. When your fingers finally wrapped around his twin organs, he let out a guttural moan, his hips bucking into your touch.

The moment your hand made contact, his body relaxed slightly, but the need was still overwhelming. He watched you through heavy-lidded eyes as you stroked him slowly, his tail swishing in the water. "More... please, faster!” His voice was strained, filled with desperate desire.

His chest heaved as he panted heavily, his hips moving in time with your strokes. The larger cock throbbed in your palm, while the smaller one twitched and leaked constantly. He could feel the pressure building inside him, his orgasm approaching quickly. “I'm... I'm close-please Cutie-“

With a choked cry, his body tensed and his twin cocks pulsed violently in your hand. Rope after rope of thick, pearly cum spilled into the water, staining it white. The smaller cock squirted weaker bursts while the larger one emptied itself completely, draining him dry.

You cooed at him as his tail thrashed violently, his face flushed as a blush sat under his eyes. “Good boy. Feel better?”

He collapsed back into the tub, boneless and spent, his twin cocks twitching weakly as the last drops of cum leaked out. A shuddering sigh escaped him at your praise, his cotton-candy eyes drooped with satisfaction and embarrassment. “Not fair..." he murmured weakly.

He was far from done. His Rut was building up faster than before. He needed to knit, needed to breed. And fuck, you smelled delicious.

His body began to tremble again almost immediately after the first release. The scent of your arousal filled the air like a sweet perfume, driving him wild once more. His cocks started to harden again despite just having emptied himself completely. "Need..." he moaned softly.

His eyes locked onto yours, filled with desperate hunger. He started to move towards you in the water, his tail wrapping around your leg possessively. “Need to breed.l His voice was low and growling now, the scent of his rut filling the room. “Need my cocks inside you.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. You could run if you wanted to. In this state, he was confined to the tub. Rafayel seemed to see the hesitance on your gaze.

His eyes searched yours intensely, understanding your hesitation. With deliberate slowness, he leaned against the edge of the tub, showing he wouldn't lunge. "Fuck..." He ran a hand through his wet hair, breathing heavily. “Come-come here... or leave."

He was trying to hold himself back, if only for a moment. But he was a creature of habit, a hunter. So when you dropped your guard and leaned forward, the merman lunged.

His strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into the tub with him. Water splashed everywhere as he tackled you backwards onto the smooth marble floor of the tub. His twin cocks pressed urgently against your stomach and hips as he pinned you down, golden eyes wild with rut-driven need. “Caught ya.”

Your skirt was hiked up your legs, the water was up close to your ears. An inch or two more and your head would be submerged. Rafayel was always sort of intimidating. His cocky attitude, witty mind and his unwillingness to back down was the charm that drove you to him.

But now as he was leaned above you, overshadowing your body, you never felt so afraid aroused.

The two tendril-like cocks pressed insistently even through the thing cotton of your panties. You clung to the scales on his arms, yelping under his weight.

“Raf-! I-a-ah! Wait-!”

“No waiting.” He growled against the plane of your throat. His nose bumped against the thin bandage covering your scent glands. They were swollen, pulsating, barely contained under the bandage. “Off.” He growled.

Your shaking fingers peeled away the scent patches and Rafayel nearly came at that very moment. His tail flipped against the water, splashing water into the bathroom floor as he dove in.

His fangs nipped, sucked, threatened to pierce the flesh of your throat. His cocks rutted against the soaked fabric of your underwear. Rafayel took a deep whiff of your throat, his arms keeping his upper body upright around your shoulders.

“You smell divine~.” He purred. His tongue-had it always been so sharp?-lapped at your scent gland. “Let me in, little human. I promise I won’t bite too hard.” With a hand on your hip, he flipped you both over. You were now straddling his tail, the thick, muscled flesh rippling between your thighs.

His webbed claw tears through the fabric as if it’s nothing but paper. “Ah, there she is. So fuckin’ pretty.” The way your glistening walls met his line of sight was something no amount of expensive paint could capture again. You were slowly losing yourself to him. His pretty words, pretty cock and those sweet pheromones were far too much.

“Rafayel, need-need you-“

“I know what you need, Cutie. Sit up for me.” With a clawed hand on your lower back he pushed you forward enough for his larger cock to slowly-. “Bigggg stretch, Sweetheart.”

And GOD was it a big stretch. He was filling every nook and cranny of your cunt. The smooth service of his length gave little resistance. Just when you thought in there couldn’t be more, yet another inch wormed its way inside.

Rafayel’s mouth fell open. His Rut was doing more talking than his mind was. “Beautiful, Beautiful-My Beautiful Girl-“ His common tongue became intermingled with words you could only assume was Ancient Lemurian.

But your brain was too frazzled to differentiate the two. When your plush lips finally made contact with the slimy slit at the base of his length, your mind was numb.

Rafayel was an impatient soul. Without giving you a second to adjust, he was using that sinful tail as leverage to drive up into you. “Raf! I-ahhh, shit!”

Rafayel growled, sharp fangs nipping at the flesh of your shoulder. “Watch your mouth, pretty art pieces shouldn’t speak such filth.”

How did he expect you to act when he was drilling into you at a pace that should be impossible for his merfolk tail in a cramped tub. His claws shredded through your remaining clothing. The pieces floated in what was left of the bath water.

Rafayel was bursting at the seams. “That’s right, right there-you look so good taking my cock.” He praised. His cock rammed into your over sensitive cervix. He bullied his way in, your juices coating the pink flesh. But then-oh.

“No! Raf, just one! I can’t-“

“Hush, deep breath My Lady,” his lips encircled your nipple, the second cock, eager and leaking, insistently nudged right by his first one. “Relax Cutie, don’t take my precious jewels now.”

You get him back later for his teasing. But right now, all you could focus on was the delicious burning as his second cock forced its way inside. Lemurian Omega’s could’ve easily taken both of his lengths with practiced ease. But a tight thing like you needed to be coerced. Pleaded with.

“Look how well you accept me. Your body knows who it’s true God is, hm?” He looked like a hungry animal as he watched you sob, babble even, over the stretch. “Oh Hush, you can take it.”

With a final, firm thrust, both lengths were buried to the hilt. A white flash blinded your vision. So hot, the heat in your lower tummy. You hadn’t even realized what had happened until Rafayel’s shocked laughter echoed in the bathroom.

“Did you just-? Oh Cutie, look at you! My little waterworks!” When you had the courage to peel open your eyes, his abdomen above his tail wasn’t soaked in water, but your juices.

Your face erupted in a deep blush and you wanted nothing more than to disappear. But Rafayel wouldn’t let that happen. You tried covering your face, but Rafayel pulled away your hands and kissed each palm.

“Don’t be embarrassed, we have so much to accomplish.” He held your wrist in one hand against your lower stomach, the other digging his claws into your hip.

The bathroom became a symphony of eager cries, growls of pleasure and the splashing of water.

Rafayel’s multi-colored eyes were glazed with need. This was right where he belonged. In his true form, rutting up into his Beloved Bride, breeding a sweet cunt he’d wait another 600 years to taste.

The ache in your stomach built up again. Each length took its turn battering into your more than willing pussy. The slick noises edged you both on. The smell of sex and pheromones overwhelmed the bathroom.

Your gummy walls are just as mean to his poor cocks. Milking him for every drop he would seem release like tidal waves into your orfice.

“Kiss me.”

The Demand of a Sea God couldn’t be ignored. Your mouths meshed in a battle for dominance. Humans had sharp teeth in ruts and heat, but nothing compared to the massive fangs resting in his jaw. Your lips with nipped at, bruised and one even split from his kisses but you couldn’t care less.

Rafayel let go of your wrist to grip the edge of the tub. His hair clung to his forehead as he panted. “Gonna fill you so full-“ You chest tightened at his words. You weren’t on any protection. He was in Rut, and god knows how potent Lemurian males were in Rut.

“N-no, hold on-“

“What?” He pouts, that innocent face would be so adorable if he wasn’t driving up into you like his life depended on it. “Don’t you want my pretty eggs? Oh we’d have such cute hatchlings.” His claw presses in your lower abdomen-where you could feel his cock-and where his eggs would lay. “I’ll take you to the sea to lay them. I’ll be the one feeding you fruits. I’ll be the one singing them Lemurian lullaby’s. I’ll be the one worshipping you-.”

“Cum in me.”

“What?”

“Breed me.”

How could he deny his Queen?

Rafayel didn’t need to be told twice. The command itself sent him tumbling into a spiral. The remaining bath water was splashed across the marble floors. His eyes rolled back, a ferocious growl echoing in your ears. Your walls clamped down around his dual cocks as you both reached the peak.

The first few spurts were expected, but when it kept going- “Raf!”

He wrapped his arms around you, refusing to let you escape him so quickly. “Easy Girl, they’re not done yet.” How much cum could he possibly have?!

Each spurt sent a warm feeling in your tummy that had you sobbing from pleasure. Your aching walls weren’t helping. When Rafayel gave one final groan and released you to lay against his chest, the iridescent cum trickled down your shaking thighs. It resembled pearls, all shiny and reflecting in the sunset peeking through the windows.

“Rest now, My Love. My Beautiful Queen.”

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