Love and Deepspace - Headcannons

🔞🐚 Lemurian School of Love 🐚🔞

The young sea god enters a huge lecture hall, round and filled with seats around the walls for sitting and watching the lessons that are told in the middle of the spacious room.

There's either a simple stool or a cozy sofa and sometimes even a rounded bed in the center, in clear view from every angle for everyone.

The lectures being held in this hall are special and mandatory for every Lemurian who comes of age, preparing them for all the things they need to know about the pleasures and dangers of the physical ways of love.

Sometimes the coaches show how to brush the hair of their partners sensually, and how simple acts of stroking and caressing can turn into sensual ways of arousing each other. At other times big charts are shown, explaining in detail the anatomy of the male and female body, mapping all the erogenous zones. For both of their forms, humanly and non-humanly.

And in the more advanced classes, hands-on practices are made. The students need to train on the techniques they are shown by their teachers to ensure they know what they're doing when they once have chosen their mates. Sometimes even mated couples come to the lessons, demonstrating in live sessions the various arts of pleasure and passion: the way of bonding with your partners, painting on their skin in the most pleasurable ways, and even having sex right in front of the audience. These are the most visited lessons, only for the students who are ready to learn these things.

Lemurians mate only once in their life, so it is really important to ensure the happiness and satisfaction of their lovers.

Rafayel is shy and not comfortable with being so intimate with others who aren't his beloved, but it needs to be done. No exception for the upcoming God of the Sea.

And of course, everyone is eager to be his partner in these practical tests, wanting to be seduced by the most handsome Lemurian. The mighty Sea God always excels in his studies, and the teachers are more than proud that he is so eager to learn.

"Rafayel, do you want to be my partner in the upcoming wax play lesson?" a pretty young woman stands right in front of him, fiddling nervously with their hands as she asks the intimating but most handsome male Lemurian in front of her.

"No." the young Sea God answers with a cold indifferent voice "You were already my partner in the last." and walks away with a cold grace. The female student is left behind as she struggles to keep her tears from his harsh refusal.

Everyone knows this fact, the Sea God is swarmed by young Lemurians both male and female, hoping they are chosen to be his mate and in the knowledge of his rule to choose his partner for various lessons only once. And every one of them hopes that this time he will decide differently, that they'll be able to spark the fire of love in his unrelenting heart. And Every time they fail, the heart of their god can't be caught this easily.

None of his classmates can catch his interest of Rafayel outside the lessons, he is only interested in meeting his devoted follower, and every one of his class partners is left nonchalantly as soon as the hour of practical tests is over. Often it happens that in one second they are melting in his arms as he is practicing to seduce them, making them squirm and fiddle on his lap as he whispers and breaths in their necks in the most arousing ways only to be left in the next seconds as the practice is officially called to an end.

This time it's a junior classmate, a quite handsome young man as Rafayel admits quietly as he strokes and kneads the acupressure points that let the young Lemurian that lies between his thighs melt and sigh in the thin mattress underneath. Rafayel exactly knows where to press to raise the flow of blood and arousal. Soon his partner trembles and squirms with need and a very obvious hard-on.

"Y- your quintessence..." an obscene moan slips from the lips of his classmate "p- please..."

But Rafayel doesn't answer, he doesn't care about the wants or needs of his classmates, or just as long as he needs to make the person underneath him come to pass this lecture with the best grades. And so he just continues, letting his skilled fingers slide and massage along all the sensitive spots of the male that whimpers underneath him, and soon the young classmate is the victim of the trained Sea God and a white creamy fluid shoots away between the legs of the inexperience male which trembles in the aftershock of his climax.

"Well, that was fast, wasn't it?" Rafayel states matter of factly, not in the slightest touched by the flushed picture of the naked body between his legs. With a heavy sigh, the Sea God rises into a more comfortable position from the spent body. "At least you could try to be a challenge." disappointment was loud in the tone of the deity's voice.

As soon as the teacher calls it a day his classmate is being shoved somehow rudely from between his legs and Rafayel leaves without another word, not even sparing a glance back at the younger who still lays there with a flushed face and glazed-over eyes.

Some day he will need to do this all to his follower, the one person he needs to seduce and wrap around his finger in a way that they devote their whole being to him. Nobody knows if it will be a male or female, and Lemurians in general are very open with homosexuality. And Rafayel himself catches himself thinking of the one time he dreamt of that young woman with the skirt that flowed in the sea breeze at the beach. Is she his mated beloved? Or his devoted follower?

The next lesson is in the art of shibari, how to bind and shackle a person to give them pleasure in a secure hold with ropes and silken threads. They are given special dolls to practice, nobody wants the danger to get one of the students hurt. The Sea God binds his doll perfectly as always, and his teacher is full of praise as a girl right to his side is whispering to him.

"Your quintessence, I would love to get your help with this in a private lesson." she bats her lashes in a very obvious attempt to flirt with him.

He just sighs in exasperation, another attempt to catch his attention when all he can think of is his future. "You need to ask someone else for help with this art." he scoffs at her with an indifferent voice. "I'm not interested."

After this, the female Lemurian blushes and refuses to look at him once more.

That all wavers through Rafayels mind as he buries himself in your heated body, remembering everything that he has been told in the hours of these classes back in Lemuria when he was young and innocent.

Finally, he can bring all this unused knowledge into practice, worshipping and cherishing the body of his beloved in the most skilled and devoted ways.

Nothing do you know of his determination to let you squirm, tremble, moaning his name as he maps your body like the most beautiful art that ever existed.

Nothing do you know how he eagerly tries every technique with his tongue to learn which brings you to the highest peaks, which let you chant his name over and over.

Nothing do you know of all the hidden secrets in his mind that let you whimper and tremble with the need for him.

And the last thought in your mind, before he ravishes you in between the sheets and your brain short circuits from the insane pleasure, is, how can he know? Where did he learn all this?

Nothing do you know about the best student in the arts of love, the most devoted learner in the ancient ways of pleasure and passion.

"Ngghh- Rafayel...!" as you're close to another climax, one of so many he coaxed out of your body.

"I know I know.." merely whispered words between ragged breathing. "Cum for me once more. I know you can do it Cutie." as he rolls his hips into you, his stamina and determination are still strong. The hunger for you is still not satisfied. "Just one more... only one..." as his voice fades into pants, whimpers, and high-pitched moans as his body is pressed into yours, his lips wandering over every inch of skin he can find and filling you so deliciously with his hardness that hits every sweet spot inside your warm plush walls.

But it's never only once more, you learned it after all this month you are together now. The Lemurian that holds your heart is insatiable when it comes to these things. But your brain and willpower are long gone under ruthless attacks on your body and senses, your skin plastered with his marks and your legs sore from the intense loving of your boyfriend. When he finally pumps his seed into your wet core and slumps into your fucked out form, whispering unknown words in his native tongue in your ear, your brain is only filled with the essence of him.

Who is now the God and the devoted Follower?

When the former human sacrifice cries the name of their lover in the dark hour of the night like a prayer to their only god.

When the Lemurian worships the body of his beloved like they are the deity, devoted to gifting them the most pleasure, and sacrifices his sanity to ruin them for every other living being on this planet.