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Rakshasa Boyfriend: Gael (complete)
🕑 Added 2020-06-16 19:00:03 +0000 UTC
Recently, you’ve started seeing someone you met on a dating app. He’s a Rakshasa, charming, sweet, and very handsome, and he has a good career. It’s a surprise to you that someone like Gael is so interested in you. He co-owns a wellness center where he works as a yoga instructor. For a while now, Gael has been asking you to attend his class on the weekends. You’ve had excuses for each one - you’re visiting friends or your mother, you’re shopping. But this weekend you have nothing going on except for laundry, so you can’t exactly turn him down.
“I just don’t wanna embarrass you in the class. I’ve never done yoga before,” you tell him.
“I see beginners all the time, so it’s not embarrassing,” he chuckles. He has on a bright smile, seemingly excited just to have you there. “That’s my job as an instructor!”
“But still...” There are other things weighing a little heavy on your mind. After all, Gael is fit, and you are, well, not.
Gael steals a kiss as he brings your dishes to the sink. “I can even sign you up for a massage after the class. You’ll be in heaven. Once that’s done, if you can still walk, I’ll take you to that tea place you like.”
You smile shyly and touch his face. His bright orange fur is so soft against your palm. “You don’t have to do all that. I’ll come to the class regardless.”
Gael kisses you again. “I’ll help you. Don’t worry. I’m a good teacher.”
“I’m sure you are.” You return the kiss, then have to stop. Both you and Gael agreed to take things slow and not to rush anything. That is getting harder as you two grow closer, not to mention that Gael is incredibly sexy. Each time you’re alone together, it's a struggle to keep your hands to yourself. Soon though, you and Gael are planning a trip together.
One day after work, you go out and buy some clothes for the class. Gael gave you a yoga mat ages ago, back when he first asked you to try coming. You don’t really have any workout clothes, even though over half your wardrobe consists of leggings. You want to wear something cute and new for your boyfriend.
On Saturday, you’re a bit excited for the class. Walking into the building and towards the back, you see quite a few people are already there. You choose a spot towards the back of the room, as the front is already taken up, and begin setting up your mat. As you do, you notice the front of the class is mostly occupied by very beautiful women.
“New here?” A woman takes the spot beside you. “Gael is a wonderful teacher. You’ll enjoy his classes.”
“I hope so,” you sigh.
“How did you hear about it?” she asks.
You suddenly grow nervous and feel your face flush.
“Gael’s really popular.” She points to the front. “Usually draws a crowd like that all the time. Don’t be frightened of them, though. They just know about the rumors.”
You furrow your brow and frown deeply. “Rumors? What rumors?”
She gives you a look and sighs. “Just rumors, mind you. I don’t even think they’re true anymore. But - keep this under your hat - some says that Gael is a master of Tantric sex.”
Your eyes almost pop out of your head, but you try to contain your reaction.
“Used to practice, so to speak, on his favorites in class.” She shakes her head. “Gael is charming, but I don’t know about all that. These days he doesn’t seem to have eyes for anyone.”
You’re a bit bothered by this. You know that Gael asked to take things slow, but could this be a factor in it? Your mind is racing, and when Gael finally comes into the classroom you’re slightly alarmed. He smiles around the room, but his face lights up when he sees you in the back.
You’re afraid to wave, or do anything to alert the lady next to you that you know Gael. Class begins with a breathing exercise and a relaxing of the body. Then Gael moves into easy poses which flow into one another. They build slowly, becoming more difficult as time goes on. Some you find you can do rather well, but others are so difficult that you nearly topple over.
Gael moves through the classroom to help people, until he eventually comes to you. He helps you adjust your pose and instructs you in how to relax yourself. “It’s all small steps. You won’t do everything well at once. Everything happens in time. There we go.” His hands around your waist feel reaffirming, and looking into his eyes you can’t help but smile.
The class ends with a savasana, which feels like naptime in kindergarten for some reason. You lay back and relax, setting a weighted satchel over your eyes. Gael walks around the room speaking gently, sometimes rubbing arms or spraying some scented mist. At last he comes to you, placing his hands on your shoulders and rubbing.
“You did very well. I hope you continue to come.” His words almost make you giggle, but you hold it all in.
Once he dismisses the class, the students surround him like vultures on carrion. He stands there, smiling and chuckling as the pretty girls from the front of the class hold his attention. You start to gather your things when you hear him speak over them.
“I’ll finish talking to you in just a moment, but I need to say goodbye to my girlfriend first.” The words send small sparks of satisfaction down your spine. You look up as he approaches, meeting him for a kiss.
“I can still get you that massage,” he says with a grin.
“I’m a little sweaty. I think I’ll just go home and wait in the shower for you to call me.” You kiss him again, feeling a bit smug. “Oh, also,” you whisper, “I heard a rumor about you.”
“Already? You’ve only been here once!” he chuckles.
You nod. “I’d rather talk about in private.”
He frowns. “That bad, huh?”
“Not bad, just a bit of a shock.” You smooth down some of the fur on his cheek. “I don’t think there is anything to worry about, but I do have questions.”
Gael nods, seeming a bit nervous now. “Seriously, if you’re worried, I can talk to you now. It makes me worried that you heard something.”
“It’s just a rumor. I won’t worry about it until I hear you try to explain your way out of it.” You smile at him and kiss him again. “I’ll see you at my place later?”
“You bet.” Gael grins. As he turns back to the other girls you see a dissatisfied look on their faces, but they continue to steal his attention regardless. You feel a bit proud of yourself, so you go and get a treat before heading home.
Once home, you hop into the shower. As you’re getting out and starting your skincare, you get a text from Gael. “I’ll be heading your way soon. I’m going to get us some lunch, what would you like?”
You feel guilty for getting that coconut cream latte and pastry. “Whatever you get, I’ll be happy with it.”
“It’ll probably be sushi.”
“That’s fine. See you soon.”
You get dressed in something comfortable as you wait for Gael to show up. Once he’s at the door and you let him in, you have to gather up the nerve to ask him about the rumor. “So, what did you get?” you ask as you look into the takeout bag.
“Just the usual.” He comes up behind you, placing his hands around your waist. His lips brush against the nap of your neck and you turn to putty.
“H-hey now. You reach back and grab his head. “We still have to talk.”
“I know.” He licks your neck. “You just looked yummy.”
You giggle and turn around. “Okay, so...” You take in a deep breath. “The lady I was sitting next to said quite a few things about you.”
Gael arches his brow. “Surprising. Do go on.”
You nod. “Well, she said that you were a master of Tantric sex.”
He gives nothing away, he just listens. You bite your cheek as you ready yourself for the next part. “She also said that... it was rumored that you used to do that with your favorites from the class.” You sit and wait for his reaction, wondering if he’ll get angry or nervous about it.
Gael frowns and drops his gaze before he looks back at you. “It was a long time ago,” he murmurs. “I… used to. But that’s one reason I take things slow now. I got too caught up in that. I thought I was some gift to people because of it. I hated the person I was then.” He takes your hand and squeezes it. “I don’t want my relationships to be defined by sex. I want the sex to be something the relationship defines. Hence going slow.”
You sigh with relief. “So you were a slut?” you tease to lighten the mood.
Gael grins. “Don’t slut-shame, especially when I could be your slut.”
You snort and can’t stop laughing. “Please, never say that again.”
Gael grabs you by the waist and sets you on the counter. You wrap your arms around him, giggling between kisses. Then you sit down for lunch, enjoying the sushi that Gael has picked out.
“What exactly is tantric sex?” you ask. “I mean, I’ve heard the term lobbed about for a long time, but I’ve never really known what it was.”
Gael licks the corner of his mouth. “Well,” he chuckles. “It derives from Tantra which is, in a way, a religious and spiritual practice. Most people here know it mainly for the sex aspect.” He inches in closer to you. “It’s all about using everyday things as a form of meditation, or at least entering into it with awareness to achieve personal transformation.”
“Sounds intense,” you murmur.
He nods with a gentle smile. “It very well can be.” He takes his hand and rubs it up your arm. “The idea behind the Tantric sex, though, is that when you practice it with that connection and awareness, it can be a path towards enlightenment.”
“Is that what you were doing?” you ask shyly.
He chuckles. “I thought I was. I now realize I was only into it for selfish reasons.” His hand smooths back down your arm. “Tantric sex is very slow, very intimate. It’s focused more on breathing, touching, eye contact, and that deep intimacy with your partner. Orgasm isn’t the goal of it either, rather the prolonging of it in order to feel a deep, all-encompassing connection.”
You swallow the lump in your throat. “That’s nothing even close to what I assumed. Quite the opposite, really,” you chuckle nervously.
“It’s all about going slow, breathing, very much what I teach in my class. Only this is about contact, about skin, two bodies pressed together and feeling each other’s pulse. You breathe together, see one another. You feel each other deeply.” His fingers slip under your chin, and you realize your nipples have gotten hard. “You take your time, you don’t rush. You allow yourself to feel everything in that moment. It’s not for the impatient,” he smirks. “But I’ve never had any complaints.”
“I’m sure,” you say breathlessly.
Gael kisses your cheek, then pulls back and continues to eat like nothing happened at all. You know you’re red-faced and excited, and getting turned on by his words just proves what he’s capable of doing to you.
“Are you not hungry?” He has a teasing smirk on his lips. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
“I actually had a treat after class.” You stand up and open a window to let some fresh air in.
“You don’t have to hide that from me,” Gael chuckles. “I thought I smelled coconut.” He finishes off his lunch, then cleans up. “What are your plans for the rest of the day?” he asks.
“Nothing, really,” you huff. “Just stupid old laundry.” You look him over, taking in his body and then his face. His eyes are focused on you, and his whole body is aimed at you. You’ve never noticed that before in anyone.
“I can help you fold if you like.”
You look towards the laundry basket, and then back to Gael. “Actually, while I have you, do you mind helping me with a few of those yoga poses?”
His eyes light up. “Did you really enjoy the class?”
“Not my usual cup of tea, but the teacher is sexy, so I may start going more.” You stride up to him. “Is there an easier way to go into the Goddess Pose?” you ask.
“You have to sort of ease into it.” He moves behind you, placing his hands around your waist. “It’s sort of like a squat. But you have to remember to be mindful of your body. While you take the pose, listen to your body. Feel it.”
He helps ease you down into the Goddess Pose, his hands still on you. You take in a slow breath as you ease down, his chest pressed against your back. His hands move around your hips and down your legs.
“Let’s try something easier. Try the Cat Pose.” He moves with you still as you go on all fours. His hands guide you as you arch your back. He’s so close you can feel his breathing on the back of your neck. He takes you through a couple of more poses, easing you down into what he calls the Child’s Pose. His hands are on your back under your shirt, and you can feel his erection pressed against your rear. The room feels hot, and your body is melting. The more he touches, the more you feel. He guides you back up, making you sit with your legs crossed. He positions himself behind you, removing your shirt from over your head. He gently runs his hands up your chest as he instructs you to breathe. His whispers flood into your ear, traveling down your spine and making you so aware of everything.
“Wait. Should we stop? Are we going too far now?” You turn your head to look back at him. “Is this alright?”
Gael kisses your shoulder. “If you’re willing, I only want to share this with you from here on out. Will you accept this moment with me?”
You nod and kiss him. He touches you, every inch. His strong hands rub down your chest and over your thighs squeezing and palpating, growing ever close to your loins but never touching there directly. You both undress, facing one another and breathing. You gaze deeply into his eyes, taking a seat in his lap. You shiver with each new touch, breathing deeply when he does.
“Listen to me.” His voice makes you tingle. “Imagine the energy in your loins flowing through your spine and into the rest of your body like a river. Now, imagine it pouring like a waterfall from the top of your head and over me.” He kisses you, breathing into you. You cling to him, wanting not an inch of air between you. You feel his power coursing through you even though you have not joined yet. His cock prods as you, but he does not beg yet for entrance.
Gael shivers and his cock twitches. “That’s good. Can you feel that?”
“It’s a lot,” you chuckle. “I didn’t expect that.”
Gael takes hold of your hips again, slowly guiding you as his cock moves into place. “Think of your pelvis as a pump for that energy, not just a means to fuck,” he moans into your ear. As he slowly begins to penetrate, you focus on your movements. Each one is deliberate and slow. As you feel more of him inside it becomes harder to focus, but he directs your attention.
“Slow down, focus on your breathing,” he pants. “Look at me, only me.” He holds your face between his hands. “There’s nothing else in this world, only us, only this. Your skin, my skin. This is not about the destination, this is a journey.”
Inside you, he’s pulsing, and it ripples throughout your entire body. You both move slowly, deliberately. Everything feels connected and endless as you let that river inside you flow. You feel that familiar, overwhelming peak several times, but it soon floats away with the river. It isn’t frustrating, as you assume it would be, but comforting.
“I’m ready,” Gael eventually gasps for breath. “Come with me.”
You cling to him, ready for that final moment. It is not what you are used to. This is different. Breathing with him, moving with him, that ultimate climax leaves both your mind and body in a golden haze for some time. You’re melted into him, and it takes time to recollect.
“You alright?” he whispers after some time.
“I think,” you chuckle. “I’m not sure yet.”
Gael kisses your shoulder and arms. “You’re a natural. This was a first for me.”
“Hm?” You turn and look at him incredulously.
“That feeling...” He puts his hands over his chest. “That unity. It was something I thought I could achieve, but until now, I realized I‘d only tasted it. With you, I had it. I really had it. I never wanted it to end.”
You smile and curl up against him. “Then why did it?”
“So we could do it again.” He kisses you and strokes your hair from your face. “If that’s alright with you.”
“I think I could get used to this.” You snuggle his chest while he rubs your back. “That was really wonderful. Thank you for showing me.”
“No, thank you. I couldn’t have done it without you.” He kisses the top of your head and lays there, relaxed. “You’re the only one I want this way.”
“Same,” you whisper. “I’m glad this happened.”
