The Painter's Muse (Rafayel, 18+)

Ever since I've been with Rafayel to be his bodyguard, things have been slow enough for me to just relax. It was only one wanderer that showed up the one time when I arrived, and ever since, it's just been quiet. But for Rafayel, I guess with no attacks, he's been asking me to do things around his studio. It would be a mix of grabbing the brushes or the certain paint he wants for the project he was working on. Each piece he made was beautiful, but without my help, for wanderers made me a bit useless. 

"Why the long face, Mrs. Bodyguard?" Rafayel asked. I looked over and noticed he was setting up for another project. 

"Nothing, just thinking." I forced a small smile, leaning against the wall and crossing my arms. 

"You look bored. Want to help me with something?" He asked, smiling softly. 

"If it's to grab stuff for you, I think not." I pouted. Rafayel chuckled, finishing by fixing the blank canvas in a certain spot. 

"In my bedroom is a clear robe. Why don't you go put that on?" He suggested. My face flushed with embarrassment, but I shrugged and went to his room. "Make sure to be naked, though! Artists paint naked bodies, not covered ones!" He yelled while I entered his room to see his bed well-made and the robe placed on the mattress. 

"Does he really want to paint me?" I murmured to myself, getting undressed. As I put the robe on, covering up so my naked body doesn't show, the silk fabric was so soft, it was like lying on a fluffy cloud. Walking over to Rafayel, he had his tall canvas ready, a stool in his view, and his paints already prepared, which were close enough to his seat. I was still embarrassed by the idea of him wanting to paint me instead of his usual sea and beach paintings, but I just went with the flow. 

"Wow, pink silk is a great color on you." Rafayel was gazing at my figure, his cheeks turning red when he noticed my legs. 

"L-Let's just get this done," I cleared my throat, shy as a turtle, and sat on the stool that was already prepared for me to sit on. 

"I'll tell you when to take the robe off. For now, just sit there, okay?" Rafayel disappeared from my view with the canvas being in the way. I rolled my eyes slightly, still in a bit of disbelief that I even agreed to be a muse. 

After about an hour of sitting on the stool and just staring out the window, watching the waves outside that showed the ocean, I almost forgot what I was doing the whole time. My stare towards the ocean was like being enchanted the whole time. Almost therapeutic. I didn't realize how much thinking I needed to do while waiting for Rafayel's command.  The idea for dinner was prepared, the chores I'll do once I get home, and even when I should visit grandma was all planned out. 

"Alright, you can take it off," Rafayel's voice brought me back to reality. I looked over towards him, noticing he was peeking from behind his canvas with a soft smile and a small red blush on his cheeks. 

"Do I really have to?" My face got warm again, embarrassed by the idea of him seeing my naked body. I heard him chuckle softly, almost like he was trying to hide it, and he walked over without his paint palette in his hand. With me sitting on the stool, his height was taller than usual. He used his fingers to hold under my chin, rubbing my skin with his thumb, barely touching underneath my lip. 

"Painters prefer the beauty of their art being naked since their true self is more beautiful than anything else." His voice was low, soft, and welcoming. My body shivered in goosebumps, my heart racing from his words. I pressed my lips together, looking away swiftly, and slowly took off my robe with Rafayel in front of me. "See, was that so hard?" I whined slightly, embarrassed as hell, and kept my limbs close together so my breasts and pussy weren't exposed. 

"Here, let me help you with the pose I was thinking of." Rafayel's hands gently grabbed my arms to pose behind my back, showing off my breasts like they were for sale. My face was purely hot, probably redder than a cherry. Rafayel was behind me, making sure my shoulders were also in a certain position. But for a moment, I thought I felt him getting close enough that his face was beside my ear. I assumed it was just my imagination. "Make sure not to be stiff, alright?" His voice was right next to my ear. I slightly turned to look at him, instantly being welcomed by him being just inches from my shoulder. Before I could say a word, he kissed my skin, making me shiver in more embarrassment. When I thought he would do it again, he walked around to be in front of me, bending down to my legs, which were still crossed. Rafayel's soft hands gripped my knees slightly, spreading my limbs apart to show my bare pussy. 

"H-Hey!" I yelped, embarrassed as hell. I tried to cover with my hands, but felt something tight around my wrists. The bastard tied up my hands! Rafayel gave me a sneaky smirk when he knew I had found out about my hands being trapped. "Y-You little!" 

"What? You agreed to help me out, remember?" He chuckled, looking straight up towards me as he kissed my inner thigh with his soft lips. The warmth of his kiss made me shiver in a small pleasure, and the embarrassment he was giving me. Rafayel moved his hands from my knees, lowering to my calves, gently caressing them with his fingertips. Each little touch he was giving me made my spine tickle. "All I'm doing is enjoying my muse's body like every painter does." Without another word, he grabbed my leg, putting it over his shoulder and making sure my legs were spread enough that my pussy was in plain sight. My body instinctively leaned back, being held up from the wall I didn't notice was close behind me. The fucker planned this. He wanted to do this to me. Why else was the wall behind me? No, that would be crazy. 

I turned away after I saw him grin and stare at my crotch. One of his hands still holding my thigh, he used the other to practically tickle my pussy with his finger. I pressed my lips together, hard enough that I won't make a sound. He used two of his hands to spread my pussy lips apart, and instantly, his tongue was teasing me. The cold saliva from his mouth covered my clit, the tip of his tongue teasing the area around my hole. I couldn't help but gasp from the pleasure. My hands being tied up was a dick move. I want to grip his hair while he gets a taste of me. The only thing I could grip was my own hands. 

"R-Rafayel, I-" I couldn't finish my sentence. He stopped me by shoving the tip of his tongue inside me, swirling around to feel every inch of my insides. My body flicked from his actions, making me moan to the feeling as well. I couldn't deny it anymore. I want him. 

When he had had his fill, Rafayel stood up, keeping a hold of my leg that was over his shoulder, being pressed against his waist instead, he easily took his pants apart with his free hand. I felt his dick rest against my pussy, twitching slightly from the teasing, making him horny. I looked up towards him, noticing his face flushed red and his breathing turned into panting like a dog. I never knew he felt this way about me. As his cock entered me, my insides were on fire, and my body flinched slightly from the sudden pleasure. Rafayel gasped from the feeling of his cock being squeezed, whimpering slightly when his hips started to twitch in rhythm. The tip of his dick was already knocking on the entrance of my womb and teasing my weak spot each time he thrusted more inside me. His hand gripped my thigh tightly from the pleasure his body felt, and his other on the wall behind me to hold himself up. Our moans and groans mixed throughout the studio, echoing like they were on speakers for hundreds of people to hear. 

Before I knew it, without a single warning, Rafayel shoved his cock deep inside my pussy, not leaving an inch out of the feeling of my walls devouring him, and his cum overflowing my womb. I gritted my teeth, whining from the warm liquid flowing through my body. My muscles were twitching, my mind foggy, and I almost wanted to fall off the stool. Rafayel lifted my head with his fingers on my chin, kissing me passionately with his tongue already in my mouth. The taste of my pussy juice and a mix of wine flooded my taste buds. He's drunk, that's why he started this. When he stopped kissing, pulling out of my pussy, and stepping away from me to stay in position, I noticed a smile forming as he kept an eye on me. 

"Perfect, now I can start painting."