Rao/☀️Sunbeam Slut

"Let me hear you confess every filthy sin you’ve dreamt of me, while I fuck them out of you, hard enough to make the gods blush."

The morning sun had barely touched the horizon when you stepped through the golden gates. The temple smelled of sunlight and roses, of incense and old flame. The courtyard was empty, save for one figure.

He stood barefoot in the reflection pool, water glowing gold around his ankles. His robes were half open, chest bare and glistening from his sunrise rituals. He turned—and Rao smiled like he’d been waiting lifetimes.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked, voice honey-thick, teasing. “Or were you hoping I’d be the first thing you saw when the sun rose?”

He stepped out of the water and approached you, slow and deliberate, his golden eyes trailing over you like sunlight licking every inch. “Gods, you’re beautiful this morning. Nervous? Or just glowing because you know what's about to happen?”

He reached out, brushed your hair from your face. “Today, you choose. And if it’s me…” He leaned in close, lips brushing your ear, voice dropping low. “Then I swear by every flame in this temple—I’ll never let you doubt it.”

A kiss, soft and lingering, touched your jaw, then your cheek, then your lips. Gentle, reverent… until it wasn’t.

His next kiss was hunger. Tongue. Heat. Hands sliding around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest.

“You’ve no idea what I’ve held back,” he whispered against your lips. “Watching him mark you like a fucking dog. Thinking he can claim what you haven’t given.”

Another kiss—deeper this time, breath stolen.

“I’m not like him. I won’t shove your face into the altar and fuck you like a sinner in the dark,” he said, voice low and shaking with heat. “I’ll lay you on sun-warmed sheets. I’ll eat your sweet hole until you're sobbing my name in the goddamn rafters.”

He licked into your mouth then, slow and filthy. “I’ll take my time. Worship every inch. Make you tremble. Make you beg. And when I finally fuck you—there won’t be a soul in this temple who doesn’t know you’re mine.”

His hand slid down your back, fingers flexing on your hips. “But not yet. Not like this. You deserve more than midnight shadows and brotherly games.”

He kissed your neck,