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Sacrificed to the Depths and Claimed by the Abyss

Cold.

That was the first thing I felt.

Not the kind that bites all at once, but the kind that seeped slowly into my skin, curling around my limbs as I felt myself sinking deeper… and deeper.

I was underwater. Thrown into the sea.

I realized it before I even opened my eyes.

The thought should have brought panic, but something was wrong. Or strange. Because I somehow could see around me.

Dim light pulsed through the darkness, soft and shifting, as if the ocean itself was breathing. Ruins stretched endlessly around me, ancient stones swallowed by time, carved pillars wrapped in drifting strands of glowing flora. Bioluminescent veins of blue, yellow, and violet flickered along broken walls, casting everything in an otherworldly glow.

It was beautiful.

Terrifying.

Unreal.

My body drifted downward, slow and heavy. The pressure in my ears increased a little, but it was still bearable.

Chains around my wrists…

Heavy enough to pull me under gently.

Their weight pulled at my arms, bound tightly behind my back, dragging me deeper into the abyss. White fabric brushed against my skin like butterflies’ wings, light and useless against the cold. They had dressed me for this. Soft lace, thin silk, something meant to look like an offering rather than an execution.

Of course they did. The bitter thought curled in my mind.

They said the Sea God was real.

That I was chosen.

That this was just another offering.

But I never believed them… Not once.

This was never about a god.

It was about me.

About what I am.

A threat.

A girl who feels too much, who knows too much. Who absorbs what should remain hidden. Their fear, their anger, their lust, their secrets… all of it bleeding into me whether I wanted it or not.

The truth is, I never hurt anyone. Actually, I was the one who suffered from it. From the side effects of this… gift.

Or curse, depending on how one sees it.

But that didn’t matter.

This was easier.

Cleaner.

Call it a sacrifice, and no one has to feel guilty.

My chest tightened as the memory settled, heavy as the chains pulling me down.

There was something in my mouth.

A small device that provided me a little air.

Limited.

Not enough.

Panic flickered, sharp and sudden.

How long was I unconscious? How much time do I have left?

The ruins grew darker as I sank further, the light dimming into something deeper, more ancient… and somehow, more alive.

When I finally reached the bottom, I felt my bare feet touch sand and some small rocks. I cannot swim… but even if I could, I wouldn’t be able to with my arms trapped with such heavy chains behind my back.

I’m gonna die here…. Fuck, I’m gonna drown down here!

I felt my heart slamming against my chest, I’d have tears in my eyes if I weren’t in the water. Panicking inside, I looked around my trembling form. The ruins were beautiful, I could give them that. There were so many delicate details carved in stone. Some of them actually glowed faintly. I forced myself to walk in the direction where it was better illuminated. Something pulled me to take a closer look.

All I could hear was the loud silence only the sea can provide, but then I heard a sound… Low and deep, like metal scraping against metal.

Chains…  but not mine.

There’s something else here.

I froze in place, concentrating on the feeling reaching out to me. Slowly, I lifted my gaze and turned to my left. There was something there. I walked very little before I stopped squinting to see better.  Some algae… small fish…

And then I saw him.

For a moment, everything else disappeared. The ruins. The water. The cold. All of it faded into nothing.

Because he was there.

Massive. Unmoving. Bound like something that should never have been contained. Heavy golden chains coiled around his wrists, anchored to the ruins, glowing faintly with something that felt… wrong. Ancient. Restrictive.

Not dead.

My breath caught.

He was real.

The God was fucking real, my mind screamed at me.

And worse… He was very much awake.

His presence pressed against me before he even moved, suffocating me in a way the ocean wasn’t, even in my startled state. It felt like something vast. Something starving. No, ravenous… Something that has been alone for far too long.

When his eyes met mine, something inside me shattered.

I could feel the curiosity gnawing at him. He looked at me with something akin to hatred and superiority. And, damn… He was the most beautiful being I have ever seen.
I had never seen anything like him.

For a moment, I couldn’t even breathe. Not because of the water, not because of the device in my mouth, but because of him.

He was… otherworldly.

Intimidating…

Not just in size, though he towered over me easily. His presence stretched far beyond the limits of his body. It was the kind of power that didn’t need to move to be felt. It simply existed, and everything around it bent. I have never felt that kind of energy before.

And it was quite overwhelming to someone like me.

His hair drifted smoothly in the water like strands of silk, impossibly long, a deep shade of purple-violet that caught the dim light and softened into something almost iridescent. It framed his face in slow, weightless motion, brushing against his shoulders, his chest, flowing endlessly as if the ocean itself refused to let it settle.

And his eyes. I stared before I could stop myself.

Actually, I couldn’t stop staring.

They weren’t one color. They shifted. A gradient of soft pink melting into blue, like the horizon where sea and sky meet, except there was nothing gentle about the way they looked at me now. There was awareness there… sharp and ancient…

His features were beautiful in a way that felt unreal. Delicate lines, almost ethereal, but there was an unmistakable strength beneath them. The kind of beauty that didn’t soften him, but made him more dangerous.

My gaze drifted lower before I could think better of it.

His form was impossibly refined. He was all clean lines and lethal grace, sculpted with a precision that felt unreal. As if he had been shaped by something older than time itself. Power rested in him so naturally that it felt wrong to even compare it to anything mortal.

And there were markings across his skin, which I wasn’t sure if they were tattoos or something else entirely. They traced along his arms, his torso, curling over muscle in intricate patterns that seemed to glow faintly in the darkness. But when I tried to focus on them, they shifted, subtle and almost imperceptible, as if they were alive, as if they reacted to the way I looked at them.

I couldn’t understand them.

But I felt them.

Something deep in my chest tightened, like my own senses were reaching toward them without my permission.

And then I looked lower and noticed the tail. I hadn’t even seen it at first, too consumed by everything else. But once I did, I couldn’t look away. It was long. Powerful. Coiling slowly behind him.

Beautiful.

The way it moved with controlled, effortless force. The way the water itself seemed to shift around it, as if yielding.

He was bound, and yet nothing about him felt restrained. If anything, it felt like everything else was.

And I realized, with a slow, sinking dread, this was not a god meant to be worshipped.

This was a god meant to be feared.

“Have you come to laugh at the trapped god?” His powerful voice rumbled through the water. “Or have you come seeking something else?”

The ancient chains clinked and groaned as the god shifted his weight against the two monoliths that held them, his piercing eyes narrowing as he studied my small figure before him. I knew my fear was palpable. To him, I was probably just a fragile thing caught in the crushing depths of his prison.

And yet, something about me seemed to draw his gaze. Perhaps some kind of spark in my wide eyes, or the way my auburn hair drifted like seaweed in the current?

No…

I concentrated on his energy, and then I felt it…  It was the way I was being cautious. It intrigued him.

He stayed still, but his eyes moved… Studying my form with more attention this time.

"You are no mere mortal," he said, his voice carrying through the water with divine authority. His expression shifted to a confused one, as if he was trying to understand something about me. "Your soul carries echoes of other lives. Pain, sorrow, joy... How?" He could sense the residual emotions clinging to my aura like barnacles on a shipwreck.

He leaned forward slightly, testing the limits of his chains. The celestial metal bit into his skin but held firm.

I held still. Unmoving like a scared animal would be, only my eyes moved toward his binding chains and then back to his eyes.

Silence lingered between us, thick and unyielding, as his gaze traced me just as intently as mine traced him. Though my heart was slamming hard against my ribs…

It was all so crazy, I forgot for a moment that I’d be dead as soon as my oxygen was over.

His eyes never left my form, tracing the delicate lines of my body as the current kept playing with the fabric of my dress, flashing him my creamy thighs and curves. The delicate fabric from my C-cup bra was visible as the now see-through dress hugged my curves perfectly every now and then.

I noticed how his eyes followed those details like they pulled him in, and I flushed at the attention, taking a small step back.

Was that hunger I saw in his eyes?  I squirmed my arms behind my back, desperate to free myself, but to no avail... my chains were too strong for a mortal woman like me.

A low, rumbling chuckle escaped his throat, the sound vibrating through the water like a distant earthquake. And the way I flinched only seemed to amuse him further.

"Your fear is intoxicating, little mortal," he murmured, his voice taking on a more intimate tone. "Like the taste of fresh rain on my tongue. You fear me, yet you do not flee. That is... interesting."

He shifted his weight again, the chains groaning in protest. The movement caused his powerful tail to swish behind him, sending ripples through the water that made my dress cling even more tightly to my skin.

"I’m Rafayel, as you probably know as the sea god. Now, tell me your name. I don’t wish to address you as 'offering'." His gaze lingered on the visible curve of my breasts beneath the thin material.

I glared at him.

Is he fucking joking? How am I supposed to speak underwater?

Rafayel's lips curled into a smirk, a flash of amusement in his pink-bluish eyes. "Foolish mortal," he made a subtle gesture with his chin, and suddenly the small breathing device in my mouth fell from my mouth as if hit by a solid current, before being carried away.

"You have spirit, I'll grant you that," he continued. "Most who stumbled upon this place either wept in shock or fled. Your glare is... refreshing."

I observed how he shifted again, the motion causing his impressive chest muscles to flex under the shifting patterns of his tattoos.

"Now that you can talk, tell me your name. And perhaps explain why a mortal ended up as a sacrifice for an imprisoned forgotten god."

He looked so peaceful; meanwhile, I held my breath, panicking.

Oh, God! I'm gonna drown!

I'm not a mermaid!!

I struggled harder to wrench my arms free, but the effort only drove the air from my lungs in a frantic stream of bubbles. The movement rippled through the water and through me. My auburn hair fanned out in drifting waves, and my dress followed, the fabric lifting and folding with every motion.

For a fleeting moment, the neckline slipped wider, exposing the delicate lace beneath, clinging to the curves of my breasts. Lower still, the shifting fabric parted just enough to reveal the bare line of my thighs before settling again, as though trying to hide what it had already betrayed.

Rafayel hadn’t moved, hadn’t so much as blinked during my frantic struggle. His gaze remained fixed on me, slow and deliberate, tracing every place the water had revealed with a quiet, unnerving precision.

Not startled. And definitely not apologetic…

"You're still not listening to me.” The god's eyes flashed with interest, and he smirked at my foolishness. “Stop!"

The command hit me before I could resist it. My body locked instantly, every muscle going rigid as if something inside me had been seized. My eyes snapped to his.

"I have used my power to grant you the ability to breathe underwater."

I shook my head, small and frantic, sure that I wasn't able to.

No. No, that’s not possible.

I'm gonna die...

The thought came sharper this time. My chest tightened painfully, my lungs already starting to burn, my body bracing for something it knew was coming.

The god sighed, irritated, "Come here, and I'll show you."

But the pressure in my chest was becoming unbearable now, clawing, desperate. I had no choice.

So I moved.

Each step felt wrong. Slow. Heavy. Like I was already sinking into something deeper than the ocean itself. And the closer I got, the more overwhelming he became.

My eyes widened despite everything.

He was bigger up close. Not just taller. Larger in a way that made my body feel… small. Fragile. Exposed.

"Good. Now breathe. No buts... just obey."

Was this god insane?

If I could breathe underwater, I wouldn’t be fighting it. I would feel it, wouldn’t I?

The thought faltered as something inside me shifted.

The numbness cracked.

It broke open so suddenly it almost hurt, and everything I had pushed down came rushing back. The grief. The exhaustion. The quiet, constant ache of being me. Of being this… thing they threw away.

And I knew he could feel it.

The fight drained out of my body all at once.

It wasn’t as if living had ever been kind to someone cursed like me.

If I was going to drown anyway… I could at least stop fighting it.

A sudden current surged through the water, sharp, slamming into me before I could react. My body lurched forward, completely unbalanced, and with my arms bound, I had nothing to catch myself with.

I crashed into him… and instinctively dragged in a breath.

Water filled my lungs, cold and merciless.

It forced its way inside me, flooding everything, stealing the last piece of control I had. My body reacted instantly, violently rejecting it. I convulsed against him, choking, panicking, every instinct screaming that this was wrong, that I wasn’t meant for this.

Rafayel’s eyes widened. Something in his expression shifted, sharp and immediate. His power was too faint. Whatever he had tried to do, it hadn’t reached me. Maybe it never could.

He pulled me against him abruptly, chains clanking as his hand slid behind my neck, forcing my face up toward his. His grip wasn’t rough, but it was urgent. And somehow, through the panic tearing through my body, I noticed it…

The way he held me.

The way his touch felt… Steady. Strong…

It felt… nice.

The thought slipped in without permission, fragile and stupid and aching.

It would be so nice to have someone actually worried about me…

“I’m sorry,” he said, the words low, strained. “I didn’t realize I was this weakened.”

His grip tightened slightly, not enough to hurt, just enough to keep me there. His eyes flared into a brilliant blue, sharp with something that almost looked like urgency.

My body convulsed again against him, weaker now, slower, my strength fading. That was it… Darkness was coming. Everything around me seemed to slow down and grow distant.

His tail moved around me, coiling instinctively, anchoring me against his chest. Somehow, I could feel the solid press of him everywhere now, his presence closing in, overwhelming in a completely different way.

He pressed his forehead to mine.

The contact sent a strange shiver through me, deeper than the cold ever could.

"I'm trying to give you my gift again, but the ancient chains... they have been draining my power for centuries." His voice dropped, frustration threading through it, vibrating low against my skin.

The water around us shimmered faintly, a soft blue light blooming between us as he poured what remained of his power into me.

I felt it. Something faint and distant.

Like something reaching for me but never quite touching.

But it didn’t work.

My vision flickered.

His last option was... His gaze dropped to my lips. The realization barely had time to form.

A flicker of hesitation crossed his expression.

Gone just as quickly.

And then he closed the distance.

A low hum vibrated through him as light bloomed around us, brighter this time… finally responding. Still moving his lips over mine, he opened his eyes and noticed the color coming back to my cheeks as well as something else.

I felt it before I understood it.

Something slipping into me.

Dark, flickering strands of red and black bled from him into my body, threading through the space between us like something inevitable… like it had always been meant to happen.

It burned. Not painfully… but it was too much.

Too deep.

With each second, something inside me stretched to hold it, to take it in, even as my body trembled against his.

And I could tell he felt it too.

I felt him feel it.

The shift.

The imbalance tipping.

His chest rose against mine, slower now… lighter.

Relieved.

And the longer his lips stayed on mine, the more that relief deepened, settling into something dangerously close to need.

Because that’s how my curse worked.

His hold tightened around me, not out of force, but instinct… like I was something he couldn’t afford to lose now. Something fresh. Something addictive. Like the first breath after drowning… like rain on parched skin

It felt as if letting go wasn’t an option anymore.

It made something twist painfully in my chest.

The kiss deepened, not in hunger alone, but in something more conflicted. Messier. Need tangled with something dangerously close to want… and that made it worse.

For the first time in centuries, his chest felt… unburdened.

And I was the one carrying it now.

My body reacted before my mind could catch up, breath returning in uneven, shaky waves. My lungs burned, expanding again, and awareness followed… 

Him.

Our closeness.

His mouth still on mine.

The way he hadn’t pulled away.

The way he was still taking… still consuming me like I was something he had already decided to keep.

I stirred weakly against him, a startled breath catching in my throat as it all settled at once.

This was real.

Rafayel's eyes flew open at the sound, something sharp flashing through them before it melted into something darker. A low growl vibrated through his chest, and I felt it where our bodies pressed together.

Felt the way his lips curved against mine…

The red and black energy between us thickened, swirling faster now, pulling tighter, like it didn’t want to break.

I tried to push away. Or at least I thought I did.

My body barely listened to me, weak and unsteady, but I struggled against him anyway, needing space, needing air, needing to think.

But my efforts only made him tighten his hold.

"Shh, little mortal," he murmured against my lips, his voice rough, heavy with something that made my skin prickle. "Stop fighting me. This is the only way to save you."

Save me… The word twisted strangely inside me.

His tail wrapped more securely around me, pulling me flush against him, leaving no space, no distance, no escape. I could feel everything now. The solid line of his body, the heat of him despite the water, the way he held me like I belonged there.

The chains clanked as he shifted, his hand sliding to the back of my head, fingers threading into my hair, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.

"You taste even better than I imagined," he breathed, his teeth grazing my lips, not quite gentle, not quite rough… just enough to make my breath catch again.

The energy around us flared brighter, and then he deepened the kiss.

His tongue slipped into my mouth, with languid, possessive strokes … testing… and then more certain, more deliberate, moving with a confidence that made my stomach tighten in a way that had nothing to do with fear.

I whimpered before I could stop it, the sound betraying me instantly.

I tried to pull my arms free, to push him away, but the chains held firm, and my body… my body didn’t follow through the way I wanted it to. I was still too weak, too overwhelmed...

I bit his lower lip, hard enough to make a point.

Or at least I tried to.

For a split second, he stilled, something flashing across his face… surprise.

And then it changed. A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips against mine.

Predatory.

Pleased.

He liked it…

Of course he did.

He was a god deprived of touch, of sensation… sexually and emotionally starved… finally finding something that pushed back. A woman with a strange gift.

That smile did something to me… Something I didn’t understand, and that wasn’t entirely mine because it mixed with everything else he was still pouring into me.

The loneliness, the rage, the endless, suffocating emptiness he had endured for centuries all crashed into me at once, flooding through every inch of my body and drowning me from the inside out.

It was too much, too vast, too heavy for something as small and fragile as me to hold, and yet I did. I had no choice.

Memories scraped against my mind like broken glass, flashes of betrayal, of isolation, of something once whole slowly decaying into nothing but pain, and beneath it all, there was something deeper, something rawer… hunger.

So much hunger it made my chest tighten painfully as I absorbed it, every piece of it sinking into me whether I wanted it or not, settling under my skin, inside my bones, becoming part of me.

My gift was a blessing and a curse. I was taking it all from him, pulling it out of him piece by piece, freeing him… and that was exactly why he was losing himself in me.

I felt it the moment it happened.

Suddenly, as if realizing what was happening, his entire body went rigid against mine. The shift was immediate and overwhelming, his control snapping under the sheer force of it. His fingers tightened in my hair, almost painfully now, no longer careful, no longer measured, and the energy around us reacted with him, flickering violently as red and black twisted faster, brighter, casting broken, erratic shadows across the ruins.

For a moment, he tore his mouth from mine, his breath coming sharp and uneven even in a place where breathing didn’t exist, and when his forehead pressed against mine again, it felt different… raw, unsteady, like something inside him had cracked open.

"What... what are you doing to me?" His voice wasn’t controlled anymore. It broke, rough and uneven, laced with something akin to relief. “You’re stealing my powers.”

The words hit me harder than they should have, but I barely had time to process them before the chains around his wrists flared suddenly, glowing brighter, hotter, reacting to something neither of us could stop anymore.

I felt it instantly, the transfer intensifying as more of his divine essence forced its way into me, flooding through every inch of my body, too much, too fast, stretching me past what I could hold.

"This isn't possible, no mortal has ever touched my memories before," he breathed, his lips still brushing mine between words, like even now he couldn’t fully pull away, like something in him refused to let go.

And beneath everything… I felt it. Something quiet settling inside him. Something that felt dangerously close to peace…

And then it snapped.

The connection shattered in a violent burst of light, the force of it ripping us apart before I could even react. Rafayel tore away from me as the energy between us lashed out wildly, unstable and uncontrolled, and the chains reacted instantly.

I barely had time to understand what was happening before something yanked me back, hard enough to rip a broken sound from my throat. The human chains around my wrists shattered like they were nothing, replaced in the same instant by something else… something stronger.

The golden chains now coiled around me like they were alive, wrapping tight around my wrists, pulling my arms apart and lifting me, holding me suspended with an unyielding force that left me completely exposed.

Displayed.

Like an offering.

Or a sacrifice…

At least I could breathe.

No longer pinned behind my back, my arms trembled with the faint freedom I’d been given, but it did nothing to quiet the dread that started to settle deep in my chest at the realization that my gift hadn’t saved me.

It had traded.

A sound tore through the space, raw and broken, echoing through the ruins, before I realized it was actually coming from me. The scream collapsed into uneven whimpers, my body shaking as the weight of everything I had taken in settled deeper and deeper into my chest, pressing down on me from the inside.

And still… I could feel him, like something etched beneath my skin, woven into me in a way that wouldn’t come undone, his presence lingering along my nerves, his emotions bleeding into mine, his touch still there even where he wasn’t.

And his hands hadn’t left me.

They moved slowly over my body, almost absentmindedly, as if he didn’t even realize what he was doing, or maybe as if he needed it, grounding himself in something real for the first time in centuries. My hips, my waist, my back… his touch drifted without direction, unsteady, hesitant in a way that didn’t match his size or his power, like someone relearning sensation after being deprived of it for far too long.

He was free.

Free from the chains, free from the weight that had consumed him for so long. And yet, what he didn't realize was that he hadn’t lost everything... The power was still there, buried beneath what I had taken, quieter now, cleaner… but still his.

“I-I…” My voice faltered, breath uneven, fragile as I tried again. “I can talk?”

The words came out softer than I expected, disbelieving, my head tipping weakly against his shoulder as the aftermath settled over both of us, my body still trying to catch up with everything that had just happened.

Rafayel’s hands didn’t stop.

If anything, they changed.

There was something restless in the way he touched me now, something more deliberate beneath the haze, his fingers dragging along my skin with a possessive curiosity that shifted between something almost reverent and something far more demanding. Newly freed, he seemed unsteady in his own senses, like every brush of contact overwhelmed him, like he couldn’t decide whether to savor it… or consume it.

His tail slid languidly between my legs, the smooth scales pressing against my skin in a way that was both soothing and deeply unsettling. Through the thin fabric of my dress, he traced the lines of my body slowly, deliberately, as though as though he was memorizing every inch of me.

My breath caught.

"You're still so warm," he murmured against my neck. His voice was low, roughened by something deeper than relief, omething that made my stomach tighten without permission. His lips hovered there, grazing just enough to send a slow, involuntary shiver through me. “So soft... I had forgotten what real feels like.”

His eyes were still glowing, but unfocused now, heavy with something that made it worse… not careless, not distant, but consumed. He looked at me like I was something to be studied, something to be taken in completely, his gaze drifting over the way I was held there, suspended, my hair floating around me, the golden chains framing my body like something meant to be admired…

Or claimed.

His hands slid upward, slow and unhurried, until they settled over my chest, lingering there, not grasping, but feeling. As if confirming that I was indeed real. The thin lace beneath his touch only seemed to sharpen his awareness, his fingers flexing slightly, testing, exploring.

My lower belly tightened before I could stop it.

“These chains… They're binding you for me now,” he murmured, distracted now, his attention flickering between the restraints and my body, his grip tightening just enough to betray that whatever clarity he had left was slipping further away.

"W-what are you doing?" I managed, my voice weak, unsteady, my breath faltering as the weight of everything I had absorbed pressed down on me again, heavy and disorienting.  Even the golden chains felt alive against my skin, humming faintly, like they were feeding on something… maybe on me.

His tail shifted higher.

Slow.

Deliberate.

And the sharp gasp that escaped me wasn’t something I could control.

Rafayel noticed immediately.

Of course he did.

His gaze darkened, something unmistakably predatory flickering beneath the blue as he took in every reaction, every small movement of my body like it belonged to him already.

“What am I doing?” he repeated, his voice low, edged with something that made my pulse stutter, a faint, knowing curve touching his lips. "I'm claiming what's mine."

This time, his hands didn’t hesitate.

They moved with certainty, kneading my breasts more firmly, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks through the fabric that suddenly felt far too thin, far too useless to hide anything. The chains shifted slightly with his weight as he leaned closer, his presence closing in again, overwhelming in a way that made it hard to think.

His voice dropped near my ear.

“You carry my power now,” he murmured, quieter, but heavier somehow, each word sinking deeper than it should have. “Do you really think I would leave you untouched?”

The brush of his breath alone sent another shiver through me, slow and deep, his words settling somewhere far beneath the surface, in a place I didn’t want to acknowledge… but couldn’t ignore.

My voice faltered under his touch, slipping from me before I could hold onto it, my breath catching as my body reacted in ways I couldn’t control.

“You said I wasn’t an offering,” I managed, twisting weakly against him, though the movement only made me more aware of him, of everything. “I-I didn’t steal your essence. I swear.”

A soft, frightened whimper escaped me when I felt the faint graze of his claws dragging slowly from my hips to my lower stomach, the touch light, almost gentle… and yet it left a trail of goosebumps that spread far deeper than it should have.

“I-if I took your pain away… shouldn’t you be grateful?” I tried again, but the words came out weaker than I wanted, thinner, like they were being swallowed by everything else happening inside me. “I’m not yours to claim.”

He stilled.

Just for a moment.

But it was enough to make something in my chest tighten with a fragile, fleeting hope that I had reached him… that something I said had broken through whatever this was.

Then his touch returned.

Slower.

More deliberate.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice rough, thickened by something that made my stomach twist in a way I didn’t want to understand.

I felt his gaze before I forced myself to meet it, heavy and consuming as it dragged over me, taking in every detail of my body held in place, suspended, exposed in ways I couldn’t hide from… couldn’t escape.

“Dressed like this,” he continued, softer now, almost thoughtful, like he was savoring the image, “bound and thrown into the dark abyss as an offering to the god of the sea…”

His lips curved faintly, something dangerous settling beneath the expression.

“You're mine to do as I please.”

The words didn’t sound rushed.

Didn’t sound impulsive.

They settled slowly, like something he had already decided.

“Tell me,” he added, quieter now, his voice lowering just enough to send a shiver down my spine, “what else was I supposed to think?”

A sharp breath caught in my throat as his tail shifted again, pressing closer to the apex of my legs with slow, deliberate intent, the movement unhurried… controlled.

He wasn’t rushing. And that made it worse.

Because it meant he was choosing this.

My lips parted, but no words came this time, my thoughts scattering as my body reacted before I could stop it, tension coiling low in my belly in a way that didn’t belong to me… or maybe it did, and that terrified me even more.

He felt it.

Of course he did.

Something in his expression changed, subtle but unmistakable, his gaze sharpening as if he had just confirmed something he already suspected.

Not just desire.

Awareness.

His hands moved again, no longer searching, no longer uncertain, but certain now… like he had learned enough, like he understood exactly how I would respond.

Rafayel’s touch grew more deliberate, tracing the curves of my body with a possessive hunger that only seemed to deepen with every reaction he pulled from me. His blue eyes, still glowing faintly, were heavier now, glazed with something darker, centuries of loneliness and frustration bleeding through in the way he looked at me… like I was both salvation and something to consume.

"Grateful?" he scoffed, his voice rough, edged with something sharper that made my pulse stutter. "You think I should thank you for stealing my power and leaving me weak?"

His tail pressed more insistently between my legs, the smooth scales dragging against the thin fabric of my panties in slow, deliberate movements that made my breath hitch again, my body tightening despite myself.

 "You have no idea what it feels like to be trapped for millennia, little mortal... To have every piece of your soul stripped away until you're nothing but pain and rage."

His hands slid from my chest down to my hips, gripping them more firmly this time, anchoring me in place as if I could go anywhere, as if I wasn’t already completely at his mercy.

"And now you stand here," he murmured, his gaze dragging over me again, slower this time, heavier, "bound and trembling… looking like something sent to torment me further."

“I-I…” My voice broke, my thoughts slipping as his touch blurred everything, my body reacting faster than I could understand. “I only absorbed the pain and rage… only energy… not your powers—”

My words dissolved into a sharp gasp as I felt his hand slip beneath the delicate fabric, the contact sudden, overwhelming in a way that made my entire body tense.

“D-don’t touch… ngh… there…” I whimpered, tugging at the chains to free myself. The protest weak, unsteady, even to my own ears.

Because my body didn’t pull away.

It arched…

The reaction betrayed me instantly.

And Rafayel noticed.

Of course he did.

A slow, knowing smirk curved his lips as he watched me, as if every response I tried to hide only confirmed something to him.

"P-please! You're only feeling weak because of the chains, it wasn't me..." I tried again, but even I could hear how fragile it sounded, how little conviction was left in it.

His fingers pressed more deliberately, testing, exploring in a way that made my breath catch again, my body reacting before I could stop it, a sharp, helpless sound slipping from my lips.

“No… no…”

But it didn’t sound like refusal anymore.

Not completely.

I was sent here to die.

To be an offering to him.

To this god… Is that my destiny?

The thought twisted painfully in my chest, mixing with everything I had absorbed from him, the weight of it pressing down on me until it was hard to separate what was mine and what wasn’t anymore.

My heart felt heavy.

Too heavy.

My gift is a curse.

The realization came with a soft whimper as his movements became more deliberate, more controlled, each motion sending unfamiliar sensations through me, building something I didn’t understand, something I didn’t want… and yet couldn’t stop.

Rafayel’s smirk deepened at every reaction, his gaze darkening as he watched me unravel, as if this was exactly what he had been waiting for. He pressed two fingers at my entrance, pumping slowly as he forced his entrance, each movement stretching the thin, lacy fabric from my panties.

"Weak?" he murmured, a low laugh escaping him, the sound vibrating through the water and through me. "You think I'm weak because of these chains?"

He ignored my pleas, not hesitating as his fingers went deeper, overwhelming me with the foreign sensation.

"No, little one. This is what it feels like to be free for the first time in centuries." His voice dropped lower, closer, his lips brushing near my neck again as his movements continued, steady, deliberate, unrelenting in a way that made it impossible to ignore what was happening to me.

"Your body doesn't lie," he murmured, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my neck in a slow, deliberate nip that sent a shiver down my spine. "It responds to me even as your mouth begs for mercy."

His free hand rose to my chin, gripping it firmly enough to force my gaze back to his, leaving no room to look away, no space to hide from the weight of those eyes. "Destiny?" he continued, his voice lower now, rougher, thick with something that felt too close to certainty. "Perhaps this was always your destiny… to be the one who breaks me… and then becomes mine."

His thumb brushed slowly over my lower lip, possessive, testing, as if memorizing the shape of it.

I forced my legs closed in a desperate attempt to stop him, to regain some control, but the movement only trapped him more firmly, making my body react in a way that betrayed me instantly. The tension coiled tighter inside me, my core tightening around him, and I saw the shift in his expression the moment he felt it, the way his lips parted slightly before he licked them, slow and deliberate.

"Maybe you didn’t deserve to be thrown to me as an offering," he murmured, his voice almost thoughtful now, though there was nothing gentle in the way his eyes darkened, "but here you are… and now I’m free…"

The words settled heavily between us, but I barely had time to process them before the way he curled his fingers to caress my G-spot and made my breath catch again, my body reacting before I could stop it.

I shivered, and he noticed.

That dark smirk returned, sharper this time, his gaze clouded with something raw, unrestrained, something that made my stomach twist in a way that had nothing to do with fear alone.

"You smell divine," he purred, his voice dropping closer to my ear, softer, more intimate. "I see they prepared you… How thoughtful of them."

The words sent a strange heat through me, unwelcome and yet impossible to ignore, pooling low in my belly, building with every second I remained like this… exposed, held, unable to escape him or myself.

"P-please… stop… oh, God!" My back arched before I could stop it, the reaction slipping out of me like it belonged to someone else, my body responding in ways that didn’t match the panic still clawing at my thoughts.

Rafayel’s smirk deepened at that, something dangerously pleased flashing across his face as he watched me. My inner walls clamped down around his fingers, and the tight heat drove him mad with lust.  The perfume clinging to my skin only amplified the intoxicating scent of my arousal, a fragrance he'd been denied for millennia.

"God?" he repeated, a low chuckle escaping him, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Call me that again… when you understand what it means." His thumb circled my clit while his fingers continued their teasing inside me. “When I'm buried deep inside you…”

His presence pressed closer, overwhelming in a way that made it hard to think, his attention entirely on me now, on every breath, every movement, every sound I failed to hold back.

"You can fight me all you want, mortal. Your body already knows who it belongs to now," he murmured, his lips brushing dangerously close to my skin again. "Every whimper, every arch of your back… It's all proof that you were meant for this."

The words sank deeper than they should have.

Because part of me feared he was right.

I tugged at the chains again, desperate, needing something to ground me, to remind me I still had control… but they held firm, unyielding, just like him.

And the worst part was that the more I struggled, the more my body reacted. The tension inside me built and twisted, growing sharper, heavier, until it felt like I couldn’t breathe around it, like something inside me was unraveling piece by piece.

"Look at you," he murmured again, his voice thick with something that sounded almost reverent now, though the way he looked at me was anything but gentle. "So responsive…"

Heat flooded my face, my chest rising unevenly as I tried to steady myself, to hold onto something that still felt like me. But I was slipping… little by little.

How tempting it was to let go.

To stop fighting and let myself fall into it… into him.

The thought terrified me because it didn’t feel entirely wrong. My body was trembling from arousal, caught between resistance and something that tightened in my chest just as sharply as the chains around my wrists.

I could still feel him inside me.

Not just his touch.

Everything.

His emotions.

His hunger.

The way they tangled with mine until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

I heard his husky babbles in my ear. Dark promises of how many times he'd take me... of how he'd take me... of his two appendages...

"Oh, god..." I whimpered again, softer this time, weaker, my body shifting despite myself.

Rafayel’s gaze darkened further at the sound, something possessive settling deeper into his expression as he watched me unravel under him.

"That's it," he cooed, coaxing me to let go completely. "Let me hear how much you need me."

A broken moan slipped from my lips, and he leaned back slightly to admire the view. My auburn hair wild and tangled from the water, pale skin flushed pink with arousal, the way my breasts heaved with each desperate breath.

"You're perfect," he rasped, knowing the fight was leaving me even as my mind screamed to resist. He could feel every hesitation, every crack in my resistance. And he was enjoying every moment I slipped closer to him. "Perfect for a god who's been starving for centuries."

The way he said it made something twist inside me, but it wasn’t just fear. It was something else… it felt like anticipation… which is far more dangerous.

Adrenaline surged through me when I noticed the shift in his focus, the way his gaze dropped, sharpening with intent, something predatory flickering behind it.

Without warning, he withdrew his fingers from my core and gripped the sides of my lacy panties.

“No… no…” I protested, the words coming out weaker than I wanted, my body already knowing I couldn’t get away, that I was trapped between him and the cold, unyielding stone behind me.

His eyes flashed at my resistance, not with hesitation, but with something that only seemed to deepen his interest, his grip tightening slightly as if my protests only confirmed something to him.

“No?” he echoed softly, almost amused, his voice carrying that same dangerous edge. “You think you have a choice?”

He leaned closer, his gaze locking onto mine with something absolute, something that left no room for argument, no room for escape.

“I’ve waited millennia for this moment,” he murmured. “I will not be denied.”

The words sent a chill through me that had nothing to do with the water, settling deep in my chest just as his grip tightened, and before I could even react, the delicate fabric gave way under his strength. The sharp sound of tearing lace echoed through the ruins, too loud, too final, as he discarded what little had shielded me, leaving me completely exposed to the cold… and to him.

"Much better," he purred, his eyes dragging slowly over me with open, possessive satisfaction, taking his time as if he intended to memorize every inch. His tail shifted again, pressing against me without anything left in between, the contact sudden, direct, and far more overwhelming than before.

A broken sound slipped past my lips, caught somewhere between a whimper and a breath, my body reacting before I could stop it, betraying me instantly.

This god… Rafayel… He wasn’t human.

The thought hit me all at once, sharp and disorienting, my mind scrambling to keep up even as my body burned with sensation. A lemurian… two appendages… the realization spiraled through me, tangled with everything else, with fear, with confusion, with something dangerously close to anticipation.

There was no way I could endure that.

No way my body—

"This is rap-ah!!" The protest shattered into a gasp as his hands locked around my waist, firm and unyielding, pulling me against the hidden bump along his tail base. Exactly where he wanted me, as that unfamiliar pressure sent a sharp wave of sensation through me, stealing the rest of my words.

"I don't think that can be said between an offering and a god," he hissed, his voice strained in a way that made something in my chest tighten, his control slipping just enough to reveal how much he was feeling too. "Rap-ah?" he echoed, almost mocking, though it came out rougher now, edged with something darker. "You're reacting to me. You can’t deny it.”

His grip shifted, firmer, anchoring me in place as my body betrayed me again, responding despite the panic still threading through my thoughts.

"Your body tells the truth even when you don’t."

I shook my head weakly, breath uneven, trying to hold onto something, anything that still felt like control, but it was slipping through my fingers faster than I could grasp it.

His hands moved lower, holding me in place, guiding me without force but without question either, and every small shift sent another ripple through me, another reaction I couldn’t hide.

"Feel that?" he murmured, his voice dropping, thick with something that made my pulse stutter. "That’s what centuries of loneliness do to a god… and now you feel it too.”

He wasn’t wrong. Those words settle heavily inside me, mixing with everything I had already taken from him, the weight of his emotions still lingering under my skin, still alive inside me.

“I'm going to claim you until you forget your own name."

The god leaned forward, capturing one of my nipples between his teeth through the fabric of my dress. He bit down gently while continuing the rhythmic motions with his tail, watching how my face contorted with conflicting emotions, and my body trembled because of him.

Every time our eyes met, something twisted tighter in my chest, heat rising to my face despite everything, my breath coming faster, uneven, as if my body had already made the decision for me.

The ancient chains began to glow faintly, their energy humming against my skin, and with it, something inside me shifted again.

The little fight I still had left started slipping away.

Growing weaker.

Blurred.

What is happening to me?

The thought came desperate, even as another reaction betrayed me, even as my body leaned into something I should have been pulling away from. And suddenly, my heart skipped a beat.

 A sharp, sudden jolt of awareness cutting through everything.

The side-effects…  

My stupid gift…

The realization hit hard enough to make me flinch, my breath catching as the weight of everything I had absorbed began to press down on me again, heavier now, deeper, more dangerous.

It would soon crush me down. And I knew how bad it could be. I have even nicknamed it…

The Death's hand.

And I knew what was coming.

I had felt it before… that crushing, suffocating weight, the kind that made it hard to breathe, hard to think, hard to exist. The kind that left me hollow afterward, empty, broken in a way that took time to piece back together.

But that was when I absorbed fragments… bits of energy.

This time it wasn’t just fragments.

It was centuries.

Centuries of pain. Of rage. Of loneliness.

My thoughts spiraled, clashing violently against everything my body was feeling, against the way he touched me, against the way I responded despite it all.

Would I even survive this?

Would I break first… or him?

The question lingered, heavy and terrifying, even as another sound slipped from my lips, softer now, weaker, pulled from me without permission.

His teeth grazed my skin again, sharp enough to pull me back, to drag my attention back to him, to the present, to the overwhelming reality of him.

“I-I have two questions,” I gasped, the words uneven, fragile, barely holding together as I clung to them like they were the only thing keeping me grounded.

Rafayel paused his ministrations, his blue eyes narrowing slightly as curiosity flickered through them while he studied my flushed face. The ancient chains pulsed faintly around us, their golden light humming against my skin, and I could feel it… the way they seemed to amplify everything. The pleasure. The pressure. The weight of what I had taken from him.

"Questions?" he repeated, his voice edged with something dangerous, though there was something else beneath it now… intrigue. "You dare interrupt a god while he's claiming what's rightfully his?"

The threat was there, unmistakable… but so was the interest.

His tail slowed, not stopping entirely, maintaining that constant, distracting contact as if he refused to let me forget where I was… who I was with.

"Ask quickly," he added, impatience creeping into his tone. "My patience wears thin when I'm this aroused."

I licked my lips without thinking, the motion instinctive… and his gaze dropped instantly, following it with an intensity that made my breath hitch.

I could feel it… The way my body responded.

And the way that response reached him.

“Actually… It’s three questions…” I murmured, my voice softer now, less defiant than before, my thoughts slipping slightly as I struggled to keep them together. “One… what do you actually want with me? Just… release?”

I exhaled shakily when he leaned closer, his lips brushing mine again, softer this time… not stopping me, but not letting me forget him either… leaving just enough room to allow me to talk.

“T-two…” I continued, my breath uneven, my body betraying me again as awareness pooled low in my stomach. “Would you be willing to free me after you have what you need… or will you leave me here to die… alone…?”

The reaction was immediate.

Sharp.

His teeth caught my lower lip harder this time, and the sudden pressure pulled a soft sound from me before I could stop it, my body tensing instinctively.

“And three… ah—!”

His grip shifted, tightening, no longer patient… No longer controlled.

“Leave you to die?” he snarled against my mouth, the words rough, edged with something that felt too close to anger. “After everything you've taken from me? My pain… my power… my sanity…”

His hand tangled into my hair, pulling my head back just enough to expose my throat, the movement possessive, almost punishing.

“You think a god releases his savior only to watch her suffer?” he continued, his voice lower now, heavier. “No, little mortal… when I'm finished with you… You'll belong to me completely.”

The words settled over me, heavy… final.

And I didn’t know what to do with that.

What did that even mean?

I stared at him, my thoughts scattered, my body still reacting in ways I couldn’t control as he hovered close, his presence overwhelming in every possible way.

His tattoos pulsed faintly beneath his skin, glowing in soft, shifting patterns, and for a moment… I got distracted.

They were beautiful.

Mesmerizing.

Alive.

"What I want…"

I blinked, still watching them.

“What you want…?” I echoed weakly, my voice softer now, giving him space to continue, some small part of me clinging to the possibility that there was still something reasonable in all of this… that maybe, just maybe, he would let me go once he was satisfied.

His expression shifted.

Just slightly.

The tension in his features softened as he noticed where I was looking, something quieter flickering through his gaze, almost… pleased.

"Yes… what I want," he murmured, his tone lowering, losing some of that sharp edge. “For centuries, I've been nothing but a prisoner… chained, forgotten… starved of touch, of warmth.” His thumb brushed slowly along my jawline, the touch almost gentle now, and that contrast made my chest tighten. “Now that you've broken my bonds… I intend to experience everything I was denied.”

His tail continued its steady rhythm between my legs, but the movements became less frantic and more deliberate. Like he was savoring it, learning me instead of just taking.

“I want to feel something real beneath me,” he continued, his gaze locking onto mine again, searching, intense. “I want to hear my name spoken in pleasure… not in prayer.”

There was something raw in that. Something that slipped past my defenses before I could stop it.

He leaned in closer, his blue eyes searching mine intently. I could see the pink in them coming back.

I bit my lip to keep from reacting, my breath uneven as my body continued to betray me, heat pooling low despite everything.

So… that’s all I am to him.

A body.

Something to fill the emptiness.

The thought came bitter, heavy… and it hurt more than I expected.

The ache in my chest deepened, sharper now, the weight of everything I had absorbed pressing down on me again.

The Death’s hand.

Of course… It always came like this.

I could feel it building.

I’ll accept my fate with grace then…

The thought settled quietly this time.

Not panicked.

Not desperate.

Just… accepted.

“My third question…”

Something in my tone must have changed.

Because his expression did too.

His gaze sharpened instantly, the earlier haze of desire cutting through with something more focused as he studied me, sensing the shift.

“The third question,” he prompted, more roughly now, his hands tightening slightly on my hips. “Say it before whatever you absorbed starts tearing you apart.”

There was something almost… tense in the way he said it. Something that hadn’t been there before.

I frowned slightly, confused by that, studying him for a brief second. “You noticed…” I murmured softly.

His tail slowed again, the movement no longer demanding, almost… steadying. Supportive.

“Speak,” he urged, impatience threading back into his voice. “You may survive this, but you're clearly reaching your limit with mine.”

I smiled faintly. Not because I felt okay.

But because, for some reason… I wasn’t afraid anymore.

“Don’t worry,” I said softly, my voice steadier than I expected. “My gift doesn’t kill me… it just hurts my mind… my soul… sometimes my heart feels like it’s being crushed from the inside…”

I paused, watching him.

“You’re feeling this so strongly because I took that weight from you… right?”

His eyes locked onto mine again, intense, searching… and for a moment, I let myself look at him properly.

Really look.

Beautiful.

Dangerous.

Overwhelming.

Accepting my fate didn’t feel as terrifying anymore.

Or maybe… my overaroused body was changing my mind for me.

My gaze drifted downward before I could stop myself, curiosity mixing with everything else, my breath catching as my thoughts spiraled again, faster this time, tangled with fear and curiosity.

Two…

He said two.

How would that even…?

My heart raced, my mind running in circles, unable to settle on anything, every possibility worse… or more overwhelming… than the last.

“My third question is…” I swallowed, my throat felt suddenly dry despite everything. “Will it hurt… when you take me? I…” The words came out softer now.

I hesitated for a second, heat rising to my face despite myself.

“I think…” I whispered, my voice faltering slightly, “I want to know… so I can be prepared.”

Rafayel’s expression shifted at that, something softer slipping through the sharp edges of his gaze as he took in the mix of fear and something far more complicated in my voice. It seemed to catch him off guard… and for a moment, it showed.

“Hurt?” he repeated, quieter now, the earlier aggression fading into something more controlled. “Perhaps… at first.” His tail slowed completely, no longer demanding, settling instead around me in a way that felt almost grounding. “But I won’t take you like a mindless beast.”

The contrast in his tone made my chest tighten.

He leaned closer, resting his forehead against mine again, his eyes searching my face as if trying to read something deeper than my words. “Lemurians are not built like human men,” he continued, his voice lower, steadier now. “We are stronger… made to endure pressure, depth… extremes your kind would never survive.”

His hand came up to cup my cheek, his touch unexpectedly gentle.

“My body reflects that,” he added, more carefully this time, as if choosing his words. “There are… differences.”

A faint warmth spread across my face despite everything.

“D-different… how?” I asked, my voice softer now, curiosity slipping through the fear.

His gaze lingered on mine for a moment longer before he answered, more measured now, almost cautious.

“Enough that I will need to be careful with you,” he said simply.

That alone made my stomach tighten. The truth was that he didn’t find the need to scare me with details about how his members were built for deeper penetration.

“O-ok…” I whispered, my breath catching slightly as his lips brushed my shoulder again, softer this time… hesitant, like even he wasn’t used to it.

The gentle touch of his lips on my shoulder seemed to surprise even Rafayel himself, the centuries of isolation making simple affection feel like a foreign language. His pink-bluish eyes softened as he watched the blush spread across my cheeks, finding my innocence both endearing and frustrating.

It was funny how I could still feel him and most of his emotions. Not just desire…

But everything.

“Yes… careful,” he murmured, almost to himself, his voice dropping into something quieter, something steadier. “You’ve already taken more than most could endure.”

His hands framed my face again, his thumbs brushing lightly along my jawline, and for a moment. "I promise you, little mortal, I won't hurt you if you let me take my time."

It didn’t feel like he was about to take anything. It actually felt like he was… holding me together.

“I don’t intend to break you,” he added, his gaze steady on mine.

That shouldn’t have comforted me.

And yet… it did.

A slow breath left my lips as I tugged faintly at the chains, not to escape this time… just feeling them.

“Okay…” I murmured, my voice softer now, steadier than before. “I… I’m ready.”

The words settled between us.

Real.

Final.

Rafayel’s lips curved slowly in approval, something darker returning beneath the surface, though it no longer felt as wild and uncontrolled as before.

“You’re brave,” he murmured, leaning in to capture my lips again, the word brushing against my mouth. "So brave to face a god and still offer yourself willingly."

The kiss deepened almost instantly, not rushed, but full… heavy with everything he had held back, his presence surrounding me, pressing in from every side.

“And warm...” A low sound escaped him, rough and satisfied, as if even this… just this… was something he had been denied for far too long. “I like that,” he added softly against my lips.

I felt it again.

That shift.

Not just desire.

Something closer to need…

His hands slid from my face down to my shoulders, pushing the wet fabric of my dress aside to bare more of my skin to the cold water. His hold tightened slightly, lifting me just enough to keep me close, his body aligning with mine in a way that made my breath catch again, my thoughts scattering as sensation replaced them.

I felt his hidden appendage throbbing insistently against my thigh through the thin scales of his lower half.

"You have no idea what you've done," he murmured.

"I didn't... do anything..." I managed between uneven breaths, though even as I said it, I could feel the truth wasn’t that simple anymore. Because I did.

I took something from him.

And now… he was taking something from me.

I could feel his hardness, and it made me both scared and anxious.

His hands moved lower, firmer now, no longer hesitant, and I could feel the shift in him again… that careful control balancing something far more primal beneath it. He grabbed me by my buttocks, and when he pulled me against his hardness again, I felt when it slipped free from the scales.

"Shhh, don't look down," he murmured, brushing his lips against mine again, softer this time, almost coaxing. “Don’t think too much.”

Easy for him to say.

I hissed when I felt the smooth skin play between my labia. The quiet sound escaping me as sensation pulled me under again, my body reacting before I could stop it, even as my thoughts tried to hold on.

“L-Luthien…” I breathed, the name slipping out between breaths, grounding me just enough. “That’s… my name.”

He stilled for a fraction of a second. Then repeated it.

“Luthien.”

The way he said it… It sounded like something sacred… something claimed.

“It suits you,” he added, his voice lower now, almost reverent beneath the hunger. "It's beautiful."

Heat rushed to my face again, my body shifting instinctively, not to pull away this time… but to adjust, to find some kind of balance between everything I was feeling.

Things that were getting harder to deny.

I swallowed, my thoughts still racing, but slower now, less frantic, tangled instead with a strange, growing acceptance.

Maybe…

Maybe this wasn’t just something happening to me anymore.

Maybe I was… choosing it.

The realization should have terrified me. But instead, it settled quietly in my chest, heavy and undeniable.

It couldn’t be that bad… right?

Maybe it was just because he was distracting me from what I called the Death’s hand… pulling me away from that crushing weight threatening to consume me. As long as he didn’t make me feel small… or broken… then maybe it would be okay.

He could do whatever he wanted.

The thought should have frightened me. Instead, it felt… easier.

“You accept your fate so readily,” he murmured against my neck, his lips brushing slowly over my skin, softer now, almost curious. “Most mortals would be screaming… begging for mercy.”

His tail moved in slow, deliberate circles, the sensation more pronounced now, more intimate, making my breath hitch again despite myself.

“But you…” He continued, his voice lowering, thickening, “you embrace it like something meant for you… like a gift.” The god's breathing grew heavier as he fought to maintain control, his instincts warring between centuries of pent-up hunger and the surprising tenderness I inspired in him. "Tell me something about yourself, Luthien," he requested huskily.

A shiver ran through me, deep and slow.

I closed my eyes, a quiet moan escaping me before I could stop it. “I… I can feel you,” I admitted, my voice uneven, breath catching between words. “Your emotions… your despair… and your need…”

The last word came out softer.

More dangerous.

“I can tell how close you are to losing control,” I gasped. “You won't be able to hold on much longer.”

His reaction was immediate.

A low hum vibrated through him as he pressed me harder against the pillar, the chains clanking loudly around me, the sound echoing through the ruins as if marking every shift between us.

“Your turn…” I whispered, barely holding onto the thread of thought.

Rafayel stilled.

For a moment, real surprise crossed his face, sharp and unguarded.

“You can actually sense me?” he murmured, quieter now, something thoughtful slipping into his tone. “Fascinating… dangerous… and slightly unsettling.” His movements slowed, just enough to give me space to breathe… or maybe to study me better.

To understand what I was.

He leaned back slightly, studying me intently. "Very well, Luthien," he conceded after a moment. " If you wish to know me… Hmm." He tapped a finger against his chin thoughtfully, his gaze steady, almost distant for a moment.

"I am not merely a god of the sea," he revealed softly. "I am the embodiment of the ocean itself. Its currents, its storms, its depths and mysteries. The sea sings through my veins, and I through it."

The blue in his pink-and-blue eyes glowed with a striking intensity.

"And now… You are touching that."

A shiver ran through me, not entirely from fear.

“So…” I murmured, my forehead resting lightly against his shoulder as my thoughts tried to catch up, “when you claim me…”

The words came out softer than I intended.

“Is it like… the ocean itself claiming me?”

He let out a low, amused breath, the sound vibrating against my skin.

And suddenly I felt self-conscious. Did I say something stupid?

“I do sense everything,” I added quickly, trying to explain, my voice quieter now. “That’s my gift… or my curse. I take in what others carry… the good stays… but the bad…”

I swallowed.

“I hold it for them.”

His gaze sharpened instantly.

“You feel lighter, don’t you?” I asked softly.

“I do,” he answered, his voice lower now, rougher… and I could feel it. The tension building again… about to snap.

But different this time... it felt more focused.

Rafayel watched me in silence for a moment, something shifting behind his eyes, something deeper than hunger.

“The ocean claiming you…” He murmured, almost to himself. “I like that.”

His hands slid slowly up my back, tracing my spine in a way that made me shiver, not just from the touch… but from the intent behind it.

“When I take you,” he continued, his voice dropping further, “it will feel like that… like being pulled under… surrounded… filled with something far greater than yourself.”

My breath caught.

“You are not like the others who have sought me out,” he added more quietly, his forehead brushing my hair now. “They came to me with greed… or desperation.”

His hold tightened slightly.

“But you… You take my pain and make it yours.”

The words landed deeper than they should have.

And for a moment… his breathing steadied, and I felt the tension leaving him through me.

I exhaled softly, my body trembling under the weight of everything I had absorbed, everything still moving inside me.

“I’ve never taken this much at once…” I admitted, my voice quieter now.

His gaze lingered on me, something softer hidden beneath the hunger.

Was he… starting to care?

The thought came unexpected.

And dangerous.

“Anyway…” I murmured weakly, trying to steady myself. “Thank you… for not letting me drown. And… for saying you’ll try not to hurt me when you… you know…” My voice trailed off.

The weight in my chest pulsed again, sharper now, the Death’s hand creeping back in.

His body shifted, and I felt it immediately.

That pressure.

That need.

Rafayel’s member pulsed anxiously against my thigh. There wasn't much time left.

I glanced at the chains around my wrists, still glowing faintly. Would he still take me if I were free?

Or was this all easier because I couldn’t run? And if I tried to flee, would he take me forcefully too?

The thought lingered… but didn’t stop me.

Because I already knew the answer.

He had made it crystal clear that I was his to do as he pleased.

I swallowed, gathering what little courage I had left.

“Okay… god,” I whispered, my voice steady despite everything. “I’m ready.”

Something in him snapped. The softness vanished as his expression shifted from tender admiration to a raw, undeniable hunger at my declaration.

"You have no idea what you're asking for," he growled, his voice dropping lower, thicker, vibrating through me. The pressure of him against me intensified, deliberate now, unmistakable as the smooth skin of his hardness pressed more insistently against my slick entrance, the tip already coated in pre-cum.

"But I will honor your courage."

The water around us surged violently as his power flared, and in the next instant, the chains shattered in a burst of golden light, fragments dissolving into the sea like they had never existed.

Freedom.

For a heartbeat… I felt it.

And then his arms were around me.

Strong.

Unyielding.

Pulling me close before I could even process it.

“You… freed me?” I whispered, confusion slipping through the haze as we floated together, his body anchoring mine, holding me effortlessly.

I had thought he would take advantage of me while I was still bound… His gaze narrowed slightly at my reaction, something almost offended flickering beneath the desire.

“Did you truly believe I would take you while you were helpless?” he asked, his voice edged now, sharper than before. "l’m not a monster.”

The words hit differently.

“You offered yourself,” he continued, quieter now, more controlled. “Did you not?”

I nodded.

Slowly.

“So I will take you as my equal,” he said, his hands rising to cup my face, firm but steady. “Not as something bound to a pillar.”

His gaze locked onto mine, intense, searching.

“Look at me.”

I did.

“See the difference,” he murmured. “Between a monster… and a god that chooses you.”

My breath caught.

"I see you..." I whispered, my hand lifting slowly, hesitating for just a second before touching his face for the first time, now that I was no longer bound.

He leaned into my touch subtly.

But I felt it.

Not just the movement… the need behind it, raw and unguarded, brushing against my senses like a second heartbeat.

“If I hadn’t surrendered… if I hadn’t accepted that we’re going to…” I faltered, my voice softer now, heat rising to my face, “…you know… would you have kept me in chains until you were done?”

The silent, heavy, and honest look he gave me back was answer enough.

A breath left him slowly, something tightening in his expression as his hands slid beneath the fabric of my dress, teasing along my skin again, pulling a quiet reaction from me before I could stop it. His eyes flickered, pink and blue flashing with something conflicted.

“Yes,” he admitted.

The word came low.

Unadorned.

“I would have.”

His hands slowed, not stopping, but changing… less driven, more deliberate, as if he was trying to measure himself now.

“Centuries alone do not leave a god with restraint,” he continued, quieter. “I would have taken what I needed… whether you gave it or not.”

The truth settled between us, heavy and undeniable.

And still… I wasn’t surprised.

Because I had felt it before… I felt it inside him.

"But you surrendered," he continued softly, leaning his forehead against mine again. It felt so intimate… like we really connected. "You decided to trust me with your body and your soul. That changes things." His tail moved slowly along my legs, no longer demanding… almost reverent.

“That,” he whispered, “changes everything.”

And before I could respond, his mouth was on mine again. This time, there was no hesitation. No careful restraint.

The kiss hit deeper, fuller, driven by something that had been building for far too long, his control fraying at the edges as his hands moved over me with renewed urgency.

I felt myself melt into it before I could stop it.

“Thank you,” he muttered against my lips, the words rough, uneven. “For not running from me… from what I am.”

His hands roamed restlessly over my body, mapping every curve and dip as if memorizing the shape of salvation. The water around us churned with his increased excitement, bioluminescent creatures scattering from the raw divine energy radiating from his form.

I felt his need pulsing insistently between my legs, pressing harder against my slick folds, impossible to ignore. My breath caught as I shifted slightly, instinctively trying to understand what I was feeling, my gaze dropping.

His hold tightened instantly.

"No," The command was sharper this time. His hand lifted to my chin, guiding my gaze back up to his, leaving no room for argument. “Not yet,” he said, his voice lower now, threaded with warning.

There was something different in his eyes.

Something closer to losing control.

“If you see everything now… your fear will return,” he continued, his tone tightening despite himself. “You’ll start thinking instead of feeling… and I'll lose the fragile control I'm fighting for."

The admission was too honest… And raw.

“I need you here,” he murmured, his lips brushing mine again, softer, but no less intense. “With me. Not inside your own head.”

I exhaled slowly, my body already responding again despite the chaos in my thoughts. Despite the fear and everything else. I nodded faintly, a quiet sound slipping from me as I leaned into him again, letting the sensation take over where my thoughts failed.

He felt it.

Of course he did.

A low, pleased sound left him, his confidence sharpening again as his hands moved higher, more certain now, his touch firm and knowing.

“Good,” he murmured, his voice thick with approval. “Let go.”

His hands slid under my dress and went upward to cup the swell of my breasts. The contact made me dizzy, and I couldn’t help but close my eyes, lost under his touch.

The god's tail adjusted its position, lifting me higher against him so the smooth head of his hardness could press more intimately against my entrance.

“You respond so easily,” he said quietly, almost to himself, though I knew he wanted me to hear it. “Every breath… every movement…”

I shivered under his touch, my grip tightening on his shoulders as something coiled tighter inside me, my body reacting faster now, more openly, even as my mind tried to catch up.

I could feel both of him.

That difference.

That unknown.

And it made my heart race.

His two members teased me, and I had no idea how he would claim me with them. I held myself on his shoulders, pulling him tightly while I prepared myself for what was coming.

“I… I’ll trust you…” I whispered, my voice unsteady but real this time. “Lemurian god…”

“Rafayel,” he corrected immediately, breath catching slightly as his lips brushed mine again. “Say my name.”

There was something in the way he said it.

Something closer to need.

“Rafayel…” I repeated softly.

His reaction was immediate.

A sharp inhale.

A shift in his entire body.

“Good,” he breathed, his voice dropping lower, rougher now. “Now listen carefully…” There was a warning there with something darker beneath it. "Please endure the pain at first," he said huskily. The desire was starting to get the best of him.

“Once I start…” he continued, his grip tightening slightly, “I won’t be able to stop.”

My breath hitched.

“And if you try to run…”

I swallowed, my fingers tightening slightly against him.

“If I try to run?” I echoed, softer.

His lips curved slowly.

Dangerously.

“Then you’ll meet the part of me that still remembers how to hunt.”

A chill ran down my spine.

“Oh…”

His smirk deepened slightly.

“Yes,” he murmured. “Oh.”

I held his gaze for a moment longer… then nodded slowly.

“Okay.”

That was all it took.

Something in him snapped into place.

Rafayel's blue eyes darkened with predatory satisfaction at my agreement. "Good girl," he growled, the words laced with possessive approval.

His hands slid down to grip my hips again, positioning me more directly over one of his throbbing appendages, the heated pressure of his body against mine impossible to ignore now. The smooth, slick head pressed insistently against my entrance, already coated in his divine fluids.

"Last chance to run," he murmured against my ear, his voice low, rough, vibrating through me. "Because once I start… There is no turning back. The ocean inside me will demand everything."

The warning sent a shiver down my spine.

And yet… I didn’t move.

His hold tightened slightly, testing, waiting… but I only clung to him more.

The tail coiled tighter between my legs, pressing slowly against my folds.

"W-wait!” I gasped, my breath catching as I became painfully aware of just how much of him was down there. “You're really going to use both of—"

A smirk curved his lips, dark and knowing.

“Not at first,” he murmured, almost amused by the panic flickering through me. “You need to learn me first. But as soon as you do…”

His words alone made heat rush through me, my mind betraying me with images I wasn’t ready for.

“I see that curiosity,” he added, softer now, his gaze sharpening as it lingered on my face. “Don’t be afraid of it.”

His hands rose again, cupping my face, grounding me.

"Let's start with just one," he suggested softly, his tone shifting back to something more reassuring.  "I'll be gentle at first. Let you feel how good it can be before we explore everything else."

His thumbs kept stroking along my flushed cheeks as he studied my reactions.

“Breathe,” he instructed quietly, one arm surrounding my waist to anchor himself. “Stay with me.”

I tried.

God, I tried.

But the moment he began to move, everything inside me tightened, the unfamiliar stretch pulling a broken sound from my throat as my body reacted instinctively.

“Shh… that’s it,” he murmured, his voice lower now, strained with restraint. “Just breathe.”

I felt the tip forcing me open, the stretch was stark. Pain surged and grew the more he entered. I swallowed my whimpers as he started thrusting slowly, risking going deeper little by little.

I clung to him, fingers tightening against his shoulders as sensation overwhelmed me, sharp at first… then deeper, heavier, spreading through me in waves I couldn’t escape.

“Rafayel…” I whimpered, his name slipping out like a plea, like something grounding me before I could fall apart completely.

The reaction in him was immediate.

A sharp inhale.

A tremor through his entire body.

“Don’t say my name like that…” he groaned, his control visibly straining as he tried to slow himself, to keep steady. “You’re going to make me lose it.”

His jaw clenched as he moved again, more carefully, more deliberately, but I could feel it… How close he was to snapping. Every flicker of pain in my expression seemed to push him further, not away… but deeper into something primal, something he was barely holding back.

“Gods… you feel…” he breathed, his voice breaking slightly, his grip tightening just enough to steady himself. “So perfect.”

The water around us warmed, currents tightening as his power reacted, feeding into the intensity building between us. His secondary appendage throbbed anxiously against my thigh, demanding attention it couldn't yet receive.

 He used his grip on my hips to angle himself in a way that would create some friction on my clit.

“You’re doing so well,” he added through gritted teeth, trying to hold onto control. “Just stay with me… don’t pull away.”

I didn’t think I could if I tried. I pulled him tightly, whimpering and moaning next to his ear. My body was already responding, adjusting, pulling him deeper into a sensation that blurred the line between pain and pleasure.

"You're driving me mad with those little sounds you make," he pushed a bit further, the confession slipping out raw and unfiltered.

His restraint cracked a little more.

His movements grew stronger.

Less careful, somehow still controlled…

But barely.

"Every whimper, every moan…” he continued, his voice rougher now, deeper, something primal slipping through with every word. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

I gasped as the sensation shifted again, sharper, deeper, my body arching instinctively against him as something inside me coiled tighter.

He breathed against my neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin. "So warm and welcoming…"

I gasped when he thrusted deeper.  “Rafayel…” I whispered again, softer this time, leaning into him, seeking his lips without thinking.

And that was it.

That was the breaking point.

His control shattered.

The kiss he gave me was nothing like before… This was fierce, consuming, his hands gripping me harder as his movements lost that careful restraint, turning into something driven, urgent, desperate.

“Say it again,” he demanded against my mouth, his voice dark, trembling with need.

Everything around us blurred.

The water.

The ruins.

Everything except him and the way he moved.

The way he claimed every reaction from me like it belonged to him.

And the more he lost control, the more something inside me gave in too.

I could feel him unraveling as my body began to respond with equal passion, meeting each thrust with a soft moan or a squeeze of my inner muscles.

His grip tightened, claws digging into my skin just enough to mark, to ground himself in something real as his power flared wildly around us.

“I need you,” he growled, the words no longer controlled, no longer measured. “All of you.”

The darkness in his voice should have scared me, but it didn’t.

Because I could see the truth behind it.

The need.

The obsession.

And something in me answered it.

His secondary appendage pressed more insistently against my thigh, leaking pre-ejaculate that mixed with the water swirling around our joined bodies.

"Hold me tighter," I whispered, deciding to lean into the intimacy.

Rafayel's eyes softened instantly at my request, the raw hunger in his expression melting away to reveal something deeper and more vulnerable. "Always," he promised.

His grip on my waist became absolute, pulling me flush against his chest as he adjusted our position. The movement drove him deeper, eliciting a sharp gasp from both of us.

"There now," he murmured against my temple, his voice filled with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the divine power radiating off his skin. "Better?"

His other hand came up to cup the back of my neck, tilting my head for a softer, slower kiss. His thrusts matched the rhythm of the kiss, becoming more deliberate and intimate rather than frantic.

"You feel so perfect around me," he whispered against my lips. "Like you were made to fit here."

I tightened my hold on him, moaning into the slow, sensual kiss in tandem with each thrust. I felt a feverish tension growing inside me.

"That's it," he took advantage of my body relaxing and pressed further until he hit my cervix.

My back and neck arched instantly as I gasped.

He hummed in approval.

"You like that, don't you?" Holding me by my hips, he did it again with a little more force.

"Oh, god!"

Rafayel's grip on my hips tightened possessively, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watched my every reaction. "That's it," he growled, his voice thick with arousal. "Let me hear you scream for me."

He shifted so he could hit that sensitive spot inside me with more force and precision.

"You're so close already," he observed huskily, his own breathing growing ragged as he fought to maintain control over his centuries-old instincts. "I can feel you tightening around me."

I could tell his restraint was crumbling as he started picking up his pace. I cried out louder whenever he went deeper into my cervix. I could tell it spurred him on, but I couldn't help it. His more animalistic side was beginning to show, his nails were longer, almost like claws.

I felt my brain melting with each thrust, not registering when his second member started playing on my behind. Normally, that would make me freeze, but I was so aroused and climbing deliciously toward release that it secretly aroused me.

Pain and pleasure scrambled my limits.

The sight of me losing myself completely sent Rafayel's control spiraling into oblivion. His eyes flashed with primal hunger as he watched me climb toward release, his own climax building rapidly.

He growled against my mouth, his voice taking on a deeper, more guttural quality. "So responsive, so brave." His nails elongated into sharp claws that dug into the flesh of my hips hard enough to leave marks. The glowing marks burned brighter as divine energy coursed through his veins like wildfire.

His secondary appendage pressed more insistently against the entrance to my backside, slick with his fluids and pulsing with need. "I need to take all of you," he confessed raggedly between thrusts. "I need to claim every part of you.”

I gasped at the foreign sensations, his possessive grasp on my hips unyielding.

"No, please", I begged, even though I was lost in the sensations. "It will hurt," my last fragment of a rational thought told him.

"No?"

I studied the way his jaw tightened. His needy moan told me he was trying to restrain himself. 

"I don't wanna hurt you," he panted, biting my neck, reducing his pace.

I held his head dearly, caressing him and in awe at what I was seeing.

He swayed his hips in circular motions, making me clench in response.

"As I have told you before," he grunted, his hips snapped forth in a punishing thrust, "I'm not gonna stop." He dove for another feverish kiss.

I cried out into the kiss, my belly coiling tighter. I was climbing closer and closer to the edge.

He tested his secondary appendage further, my body tensing slightly.

"Shhh, try to relax," I felt it forcing its way, and whined.

I was already so full with the first one. And yet, my hips moved on their own to tease the god.

Rafayel's breath hitched at the sight of my hips moving instinctively against his secondary appendage, the motion sending a jolt of pure ecstasy through his divine form. "You're killing me," he groaned against my lips, his voice shaking with restraint.

His tail coiled tighter, lifting me slightly so he could press into both entrances at once.

"You're so tight," he whispered roughly, testing the resistance of my muscles. The god's primary appendage throbbed inside my pussy in response to the new sensation, the dual pleasure nearly overwhelming his control. "I can feel you stretching around me."

"It's... too much!"

The sound of my cry sent a wave of energy crashing through Rafayel's entire being. His eyes flared with raw, untamed lust as he felt my body clenching desperately around both of his appendages.

"Too much? Or exactly right?" he growled against my throat, his voice vibrating with power. "Your body knows what it needs even if your mind is screaming."

His movements became more urgent, driving into me with deep, measured strokes that pushed me relentlessly toward the peak. I held him tight, my hands squeezing his shoulders as the sea god abandoned all pretense of gentleness.

"I'm going to fill you completely," he promised darkly, his claws digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. "Front and back until you're dripping with my seed. Until everyone who ever sees you knows who owns you."

That side of him did something to me. I was putty so he could do anything to me at the moment. And I understood then that I wanted that.

"Oh.. Oh!"  The sound broke from me, sharp, uncontrolled, my body tightening as everything inside me spiraled toward something overwhelming.

He smirked darkly, proud that he was the one doing that to me. "Oh, huh?!"

The kisses on my neck felt tender in comparison to his thrusts. My whole body swayed with his.

“That’s it…” he growled. “Let go for me.”

He kept his pace steady, and soon after, I climbed over the edge with loud cries of pleasure. My walls squeezing and milking him as I convulsed in his arms.

His eyes widened, bliss washing over his features as my body tightened around him, pulling him over the edge with me. A deep, unrestrained sound tore from his throat, raw and beautiful, echoing through the ruins as he lost himself completely.

He buried his face against my neck, his breath uneven, his body shuddering against mine as wave after wave of release overtook him. His tail tightened possessively against me, holding me captive against his chest while he poured himself into me completely.

I held onto him tightly, my fingers pressing into his skin as my body trembled in the aftermath, every nerve still alight, every breath uneven. But what struck me the most wasn’t the sensation… it was the silence inside me.

The weight I had carried, the crushing ache that always followed after taking in so much from others… it was gone. Completely gone. My thoughts slowed, confusion slipping through the haze as I pulled back just enough to look at him, trying to understand what had happened.

That wasn’t supposed to happen.

I had taken everything from him.

I should have been breaking.

Instead, I felt… light. Warm. Whole in a way I had never experienced before, and something else lingered beneath it, something softer, something dangerously close to affection. The realization settled slowly, heavily, and I swallowed against it, the thought forming without permission.

I was doomed.

How does one go back from being claimed by a god?

I felt his devilish smile on my neck before I registered the words. “Your legs are shaking so hard," he murmured low against my skin, threaded with quiet amusement, breaking through my thoughts as I felt the faint vibration of his breath along my neck.

Heat rushed to my face immediately. “I-I…”

A soft chuckle followed, deeper this time, the sound resonating through both of us as he pulled back just enough to study my face, his gaze no longer as sharp, but no less intense. There was something new there now, something calmer, something that made my chest tighten in a different way. I could feel an emotion sprouting inside my heart.

“Don’t deny it,” he murmured, his thumb brushing a strand of hair from my forehead with unexpected gentleness. “Your body knows exactly what it feels.”

The god's tail adjusted its position around, supporting my trembling form as he continued to hold me close. The water around us had calmed to a gentle swirl, reflecting the peaceful energy now radiating from our connected forms.

“Easy for you to say,” I muttered, a breath of defiance slipping through as I lightly tapped his chest, surprised at my own boldness. “You’re not the one dealing with it.”

His laugh filled our surroundings. I found out liked that sound quite a lot.

“What now?” I asked after a moment, my voice quieter, more grounded than before. “Will you take me back to shore?”

The shift in him was immediate.

Sharp enough to feel.

“Back?” he repeated, his tone darkening as his gaze narrowed slightly. “To the ones who threw you away?”

His hold tightened subtly, but not enough to hurt… just enough to remind me of the certainty behind his words.

“Never.” The answer came without hesitation.

Without doubt.

“Then…?” I asked, softer now, uncertain again.

His lips brushed near my ear, his voice lowering, steadier now.

“I’ll take you somewhere else. Somewhere safe.”

He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze again, something more grounded settling into his expression.

“You can breathe here because of me,” he continued, calmer now. “But your body is still mortal.”

I nodded slowly, following his words.

“I can walk among your kind,” he added. “We’ll find a place where both of us can exist.”

I blinked at him, the word forming before I could stop it.

“We?”

A slow smile spread across his lips, something both amused and certain.

“You didn’t think this was over, did you?”

My breath caught at that, something tightening low in my chest.

“I’ve waited centuries,” he continued, his voice dropping again, heavier now, filled with intent. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Heat rose again, my body reacting before my mind could even catch up.

"Ahh... So, you meant it,” I murmured, half-teasing, half breathless. “You're gonna claim me until I forget my name or something like that," I tried paraphrasing him.

His smile deepened, something pleased flickering in his eyes.

“You remembered,” He paused. And then added softer, but no less possessive. “Good girl.”

The words sent a sharper shiver through me this time, settling deeper than before.

His hands rose again to cup my face, tilting it upward as he claimed my lips in a slower kiss, one that felt different from before… less frantic, but heavier, more deliberate, as if sealing something between us.

“I won’t stop,” he murmured against my mouth. “Not until every part of you remembers me.”

The promise settled inside me, deep and unshakable.

And I didn’t pull away.

His tail moved beneath us, strong and steady as he began guiding us upward through the water, the ruins fading behind us as the ocean opened around us, vast and endless, moonlight filtering down in soft, shifting patterns.

“We’ll start somewhere softer next time,” he murmured against my lips. “A place worthy of what I intend to do to you.”

My eyes widened slightly, and he noticed immediately, a quiet chuckle escaping him.

“You’ll understand soon enough.”

There was something in his tone that made my stomach tighten again.

“Maybe forgetting how to use your legs will come first,” he added lightly.

“Rafayel!”

He laughed again.

And this time… I didn’t resist the way my lips curved in response.

“You’re mine now,” he said, softer this time.

It wasn’t a threat. It was a certainty.

The word echoed through me… settling deep, wrapping around something inside my chest.

Mine.

And then, quieter still… something deeper that was not spoken, but felt.

Bride.

The word lingered, warm and consuming, spreading through me in a way I couldn’t explain.

“Bride…?” I whispered, testing it, uncertain.

His expression softened in a way that made my breath catch.

“In every way that matters,” he said, pressing a gentler kiss to my forehead. “A god does not forget the one who freed him.”

The surface drew closer, light breaking through the water above us, the world I had known waiting somewhere beyond it… distant now, almost unreal.

I looked at him again, really looked, and something inside me settled into place.

If I belonged to him…

Then he belonged to me too.

My fingers curled slightly against him, holding on… not out of fear this time, but by choice.

He slowed as we neared the surface, his arms tightening around me, protective now, his gaze never leaving mine.

“Don’t cry,” he murmured softly, brushing away a tear I hadn’t even noticed. “I'll make sure no one can ever hurt you again.”

His voice lowered.

“From now on… You are Luthien.” He paused and then said more softly. “My beautiful bride.”

The water broke around us as we surfaced, the night air brushing against my skin for the first time… but it felt different now.

Because the world above had no idea of what had just been unleashed.