Every Time I See This Video I Lose A Little Bit Of My Sanity. The Urge To Be A Brat And Piss Him Off

Every time I see this video I lose a little bit of my sanity. The urge to be a brat and piss him off is SO STRONG 😫

IMAGINE. TALKING. TO. FREAKING. YUNHO. AND. HE.... HE SAID THESE.... THAT HE CAN BE JEALOUS TOO

I will cry right there and then 😭 my yuyu.

CAN ANYONE WRITE A ONE SHOT WITH THIS??

The Places Between Us: The Naga King (OT8 X Fem!Reader)

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Fem!Reader | Side pairings: Hongjoong x Reader, Ateez x Reader

Word Count: 9k

Genre: Smut, angst, slight fluff | AU: fantasy!au

Summary: After her boat crashes, YN lands on the Naga inhabited Caper Islands. She's immediately taken to The King who is more than interested in Lord Kim's "special gift".

Overall Tags: dub-con, mind control, enslavement, kidnapping, forced breeding, monster fucking, sex work, mentions/implications of abuse, mentions/implications of SA, public sex, exhibitionism, humiliation, degradation, breeding kink, bigdick!Seonghwa, bigdick!Yunho, undead sex, sex w/ undead, belly bulge, anal sex, anal fingering, vaginal sex, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, squirting/vaginal ejaculation, slight size kink (height wise), overstimulation, facials, cum swallowing, choking, dom!ateez, sub!reader, tit fucking, sex toys, bondage, multiple partners, threesome, orc!jongho, naga!seonghwa, demon!hongjoong, dragon!yunho, undead!mingi, goblin!yeosang, lycan!san, lycan!wooyoung.

Disclaimer: These works are completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to reflect or label the members of ATEEZ in any way. The events within never took place. Thank you.

Prologue: The Curse < | > Part 2: The Dragon Prince

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“-How did it get here?”

“Must’ve crashed. Wonwoo said he and the others found a shipwreck not too far down the beach. There’d been another one, but it was already dead.”

“What do we do with this one then? Kill it?”

“No, this one’s female. Tie it up and take it to His Majesty. Maybe he'll like it and give us whatever we want.”

Every muscle in your body ached. Your throat itched and burned in each swallow, and your head pounded. Everything felt heavy: your head, your body, and your clothes. They’d been soaked through, and hardly dried even in the blaring sun. Four hands grabbed your wrists and ankles, wrapping thin rope around them before lifting you from the rough sand. The stick they hung you from made your body curve, hurting your already burning back. It was in this position that sticky, hot bile rushed through your throat and onto the floor. The salty water that had filled your lungs came out in harsh coughs that hurt your esophagus more.

“Ugh, ew!” The higher of the two voices groaned, “Chan, it’s vomiting!”

“It’s just sea water, Innie,” the one up front replied in a bored voice, “It probably swallowed it when the boat went over. Just keep walking.”

You didn’t hear footsteps. Instead, you heard the sound of something being dragged through the sand. You finished coughing up the sea water, which left you with a painful thirst. The salt dried up your tongue and mouth, so now it hung open in each breath. Unfortunately, some of it dripped onto your necklace which somehow survived the wreck. Then, a panicked thought hit you. The runestone. Lord Kim’s gift. In the chaos of the night, you’d forgotten to grab it. It’s likely at the bottom of the ocean by now. How would you convince The Dark Lord to help you now?

“It’s pretty,” “Innie” said conversationally. “Do you think he’ll keep it?”

“Maybe. I don’t know.”

“Can we keep it if he doesn’t?”

“No.”

“Chan, please!”

“I said ‘no’. You’re not responsible enough yet.”

“Yes, I am! I’ll take good care of it, I promise!”

“That’s what you said about the last one I bought you, and look what happened. The thing died after you stopped feeding it.”

“I won’t do that this time. I learned from my mistakes-”

The faint memory of your dream came back to you. It featured Hongjoong. You knew this because of the warm feeling in your chest. His head between your thighs, he’d said something. You wished you remembered. It might bring comfort to you now.

You tuned out the conversation and tried looking at your surroundings. The trunks of palm trees, low, dense shrubbery and white sand gave you a sense of where you’d landed. You lifted your head forward to see a long blue tail dragging across the ground in front of you. It reminded you of a snake in how it moved from side to side, the fanned membrane sharp and thin in a neon-blue color. The suggestion of a dagger attached to the waist came into view, and you saw the shimmering scales going up the back into fair-skinned flesh. A Naga.

Hongjoong once told you about the Naga of the Caper Islands. A small cluster of white, sandy islands, they were located in the far south of the kingdom where the sun always shined. He said the Naga people were quite primitive, but very skillful with magic. You recalled the gorgeous scaled skirt he’d bought from their market. It was magenta with a light pink and white gradient. You’d worn it with a gold top that made him drool. He’d promised he’d bring you here one day when things were ‘safer’.

“-Hey, Chan! Hey, Jeongin!” A deep voice said in the distance, “Whatcha got there?”

“A human,” Chan answered. “We’ve brought it for His Majesty.”

“Let me get a look.”

A lime-green and red tail slithered over, and you felt a pair of eyes surveying you. You wriggled when a hand started gripping your calves and arms.

“Hm, it’s in good condition,” the third person deemed. “Where’d you find it?”

“On the beach near a shipwreck,” Chan answered. “We know King Seonghwa likes the females, and-you know-perfect opportunity to get in good with him.”

“Very,” he agreed. “He’s getting bored of that redheaded one. I think he might toss it soon.”

“He can give it to me!” Jeongin cried. “I don’t mind strays!”

“I already said ‘no’, Jeongin,” Chan replied sternly. “So, can we go in or what, Lixie?”

“You can go in,” he said. “He's hosting today, so he’s in a pretty good mood.”

The creaking sound of doors opening came next, and the pair carried you past stone gates. The forest changed into a city of buildings made of stone and coral. Tails of different colors and lengths moved across the floor, and you got a better look at the “people”. Half human, half-snake, some of them stopped to watch you be carried through town. Their sharp teeth and claws intimidated you. You wished Hongjoong was with you. He wouldn’t be scared of them.

“State your business,” a voice said ahead again.

“We have a gift for His Majesty,” Chan answered. “A treasure from a nearby shipwreck.”

Once again, someone inspected you like livestock. They gave a soft grunt, and you were moved along. Chan and Jeongin carried you upstairs and into an open-roofed palace. Sunshine poured from in between the tall stone columns, burning the back of your neck and hair. As you drew closer to your destination, you heard music coming from behind a door. You knew a party when you heard one, and dread weighed you down further. The upbeat tempo of drums accompanied a female singer, who sang a high pitched foreign song. You could see flashes of color go by you as the two men took you through the party. The chattering crowd brought on visions of what could possibly happen to you.

The thoughts were tantalizing.

‘Oh, they certainly can be. Seonghwa might be a bit intimidating at first, but he’ll be gentle with you. Don’t fight it.’

You searched around for the speaker, but neither Chan or Jeongin had spoken.

“What do you want? What is this?” A female voice said.

“We have treasure for King Seonghwa,” Chan answered her.

“Treasure, hm?” She studied you as the others had done. This time a hand squeezed your breast, and it sent shivers to your core. “Yes, very nice,” she hummed as her hand went down the curve of your back to your coat. She lifted it to reveal your ass. “Nice indeed. It's certainly nicer than the current one. I believe His Majesty will be pleased with your treasure. Wait here.”

As you waited, you noticed someone twirl by you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a red haired woman dancing. She wore nothing but strings of pearls, golden cuffs and a pearl collar around her neck. When she spun around, you spotted a red brand in the shape of an octopus over a long trident. She was meant to be an erotic beauty that inspired desire. You knew because you'd been that yourself. You didn't think much of her until she bowed low in one move and met your eyes. The seductiveness she meant to exude vanished and was replaced by fear.

“Myra tells me you've brought treasure?” His voice was smooth like butter, deep yet soft.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Chan said. “We brought it from the wreckage on the beach. We thought you may be interested in it.”

There was a pause, then he said, “Well? Aren't you going to untie it?”

“Ah yes! Yes, of-of course.”

Jeongin and Chan cut your bindings and you fell face first onto the ground. All the soreness from before amplified after being tied up, making your body stiff and heavy. When you did not get up right away, the two men scooped you up by the arms to keep you between them. Then you saw King Seonghwa.

The figure in front of you certainly radiated the regal appearance of a king. He sat on a stone throne inlaid with gold, his white tail reaching down to the bottom landing. Short conch shells spiraled up from the golden crown on his head, rows of pearls and sapphires along the border; they matched his long necklaces and bracelets. It wasn’t until you got a better look that you noticed his arms. He had four of them. The pair on his shoulders kept his hands pressed together under his chin; the pair at his sides stayed on the arm rests of his throne. His appearance took you aback, and you found yourself drawn to him.

“Hm,” The King observed you from afar, glowing aquamarine eyes staring down at you, “Interesting.”

He stood up from his throne, and slithered over to you. He could easily overpower you with his size: two or three feet taller with longer limbs and broader shoulders. The image of him using this to his advantage flickered arousal.

A large hand cupped your chin to lift your head. “This one is nice looking. It'll be an improvement over Talissa.”

He stared down at your body. You shuddered under his gaze, already sensing what ran through his mind. Long fingers trailed from your chin to your neck, then to your chest. He then stopped at your necklace. It’d fallen out of your shirt and coat, and now rested on your breast. His fingertip traced the moonstone, a small pang of panic hidden behind his eyes.

“Where did you get this?” he asked.

“It was a gift,” you replied.

“From who?”

“A friend.”

Seonghwa seemed to know without knowing. He studied the crystal while his other two arms worked on you. They sailed down your sides where they gently gripped your hips. Goosebumps cover your skin at the light, delicate touches; the chills streamed down to your center where a specific heat radiated. The mark began burning slightly as he continued looking and touching. He’d find your mark with a few rips of your clothes. If you’re lucky, he has no idea what it means and thinks it’s a sort of slave brand. If you’re unlucky, he knows exactly what it is and takes advantage of it.

Seonghwa took hold of your shirt, and with an easy rip, tore it open. Buttons popped off onto the floor, and your body became exposed to the crowd around you. He pulled at it until it turned into shreds on the floor, then his other hands did the same with your shorts. At home, you’d stood half-naked in front of crowds many times, but here it felt different. The men at home vied for your attention, throwing money and wanting a taste of you. Here, the creatures around you hissed and chuckled in amusement. Chan and Jeongin stared longingly at your body, but Seonghwa seemed unaffected.

“Is it not to your liking, Your Majesty?” Chan asked, gulping thickly.

No answer. Seonghwa moved slowly around you, and you gasped when he tugged off your bra. Your breasts out in the open, your clit throbbed as wind brushed the wet nipples. Jeongin stared with wide eyes and jaw agape, unable to look anywhere else. The guards on either side of the throne did very little to hide their interest. Their wandering eyes brought on both disgust and desire. You wanted to hide, but also tempt them. You wriggled around when two hands hooked on your underwear, roughly pulling them down your legs until they came off. Fully nude, your cheeks burned as the guests cackled and wolf-whistled.

“Lovely,” a hand grasped your backside, massaging the flesh and giving it a smack. You suppress a moan. “Ah…what’s this?” His fingertip traced the hand-shaped mark on your lower back. It didn't burn like it's done before, but a sort of discomfort came with it. “The Sea God truly blessed me today.” Seonghwa, so much taller than you, bent down to your ear as he said, “What are the odds that one of Lord Kim’s slaves would wash up on my shore?” The question made the crowd around him chuckle. “I wonder if he’s sent you ahead as a gift. He knows how much I favor your kind.” He nuzzled your ear and said, Do you know what happens if you don’t soothe those delicious desires of yours?”

“Yes…”

“What happens?”

“I lose my mind.”

“Yes, you would,” he said, gripping your breasts to hear you whimper. “You’d become a mindless sex slave…It’s all you will think about…It’s all you will want no matter the time or place,” he emphasized this by running his bottom arms to your hips. He brushed his lips to your neck, “Doesn’t that sound lovely?”

No, it did not. You’d lose all sense of yourself and your freedom. The image of you becoming a drooling, blank-faced zombie sent chills down your spine. His two other hands started grabbing your ass again, kneading and spreading it gently. His touch stoked the fire between your thighs. You clenched them together, humiliation burning in your cheeks. The creatures around you looked on as he touched you, smirking smugly as they watched their king seduce you.

“You'll become Lord Kim's personal fuck slave,” he whispered in your ear, making sure nobody else heard him. “You'd bend to his will and fuck whoever he tells you to. He won't mind if I indulge myself a little.”

“Wait…I thought I just turned into a mindless zombie? What do you mean by that?”

“Well, angelfish, this is Lord Kim’s mark after all. It means you’re his slave. When your curse takes over, you’ll only obey him. I imagine that’s why he sent you to me,” he took a deep breath to steady himself. “Oh, I must thank him greatly when I see him again. You are perfect. Perhaps I can convince him to let me keep you.”

“No way. I’m not going to be your slave.”

“Adorable,” he grinned, kissing your cheek. “Captain,” Seonghwa called to a creature in gold and white, “Take Talissa. I won’t be needing her anymore.”

“Wha-Wait!” Talissa screamed as the Captain and two guards moved past you. “No, no, please! Wait! Don’t do this! Please!”

You whimpered when a hand left your chest for your sex. Seonghwa carefully rubbed your smooth lips in light circles. He didn’t apply too much pressure or dip his fingers inside; he only idly touched. You couldn’t help wriggling in his arms. Behind you, the dragging sound of stone reached your ears, followed by the guests’ excited cheers. Talissa let out a horrified scream, pleading with the people holding her. Her chains rattled, no doubt restricting her movement. You imagined her heavy tears, the terror filling her insides as the guards led to her fate. Seonghwa did not hesitate to finally turn you to face the center of the room.

“Talissa was beginning to bore me,” he said, still massaging various parts of you. “She’d lay there like a dead fish whenever I fucked her, barely reacting and weeping. I hate that. It’s like playing with a sick pet. It’s no fun,” he pressed his lips to your neck, licking the curve tenderly before saying, “I want to show you what happens to pets who bore me.”

The floor in the middle opened up to reveal a pool of crystal clear water. You didn’t see anything at first. You thought perhaps Talissa’s restraints might weigh her down and she’d drown. But, then the thing appeared. Through a hole in the bottom, the monstrous pink octopus swam to the top, its tentacles at least sixty feet and the thickness of tree trunks. Its eyes, pitch black and the size of boulders, stared at her angrily. Talissa, drained of color and squirming, screamed as the guards brought her to the pool’s edge. They threw her in without hesitation, watching in delight as she tried swimming from the long tentacles reaching for her. You could barely focus with Seonghwa still touching and kissing you. Talissa reached the side of the large pool, and tried climbing out before a guard thrusted her back inside.

The octopus eventually grabbed Talissa, and you turned away. Yet, that seemed to only make it worse. The girl's high shrieks created brutal images in your mind: Limbs torn apart, innards spraying everywhere and blood staining the clear water as the beast devoured her. The crowd cheered in delight as the creature clearly won its meal. The smell of sea water and blood almost took you out of your desires, but Seonghwa easily brought them back.

“Good pets get pretty jewels and treats,” he said, “Bad pets get thrown to Nessa. But,” he switched sides, sucking your lower neck until you arched against him, “I have a feeling I’ll never be bored with you. Come,” he pulled away, one hand taking yours, “Show me if you’re worth keeping around.”

You thought he might take you to a private room, but nowhere in this palace appeared very private. Seonghwa brought you to his throne, where he put you on your knees. Glowing eyes lustfully stared down at you, petting your hair and tracing your lower jaw. Forced to straddle his tail, you naturally started grinding on the smooth scales bumping your throbbing cunt. His lower arms continued teasing your breasts, while the other two felt your back and shoulders.

“Open up, pet,” he said.

Lifting the fishnet covering his waist, he revealed a bump growing through a natural slit where a crotch might be. Seonghwa brought your face to it by the back of your head. The pressure forced your mouth to accept the velvety bulge rising from the hole. Salt touched your tongue, and rather than recoil, you greedily licked at it. The promise of sex fueled the burning arousal between your thighs. The feel of his tip pushing through to your lips becomes addicting. You lap at the curved head, swirling your tongue around it as The King softly groaned. His moans sent chills up your spine; the touch of his hands on your body tickled every nerve. You tenderly coaxed his dick out from its hiding place, wanting it however you could get it. When it came out halfway, you saw the pale blue shaft with its ridges and bumps. He was thick, unable to be held with one hand, and much longer than you anticipated. Tongue whirling around each bump and sliding along the horizontal lines, you knew Seonghwa enjoyed it by his low moans.

“God, you're a natural,” he groaned, watching you. “I can’t imagine what you’ll be like when it fully takes hold. He won’t want you then. He’ll have to give you to me…”

‘Keep dreaming, fish boy.’ The voice in your head said spitefully.

Simply having him in your hands accelerated your need. Your hips rocked into the tail underneath you, producing mewls that vibrated against the soft skin. The burning mark You let the moans hum against the hard length, keeping the tip in your mouth as both hands worked the rest of him. It drove normal human men crazy, and it seemed to work on sea creatures too.

“Look at it go!” Someone nearby laughed. “It's loving it, Your Majesty.”

“As it should,” he groaned. He shoved himself in your mouth another inch, smirking when you cried out. “It'll be my mindless little toy,” he grunted, pushing you further until he was halfway inside. He filled your mouth completely, making it difficult to breathe. “My dumb, pretty pet…”

“It will make a fantastic pet indeed, Your Majesty,” the person agreed. “It already takes you so well.”

“And aches for my touch,” he added, pushing in and out of your mouth. Your hands stayed on the rest of his shaft, remaining still to let him slide between them. “It rubs against me like a bitch in heat; that little hole desperate for friction. God, I love human girls,” his head tilted back as he picked up speed, using hands and mouth freely. “They have those little bodies; that extra hole for me to fuck; smooth mouths and throats…Why couldn’t Naga be made in such a way?”

“The Sea God made us in their image, sir.”

“Insufficient image,” he growled. “But, no matter,” his breathing became heavier, and you felt his tail swish against you, “It’s-It's perfect. It will be even more once her curse takes hold, and will pleasure you much more than your last pet.”

With his tail rubbing into you, you held onto his cock tighter when your orgasm slowly approached. Your moans, muffled by his length, became louder when he sensed this and started pinching your nipples again. You couldn't control yourself. You tried slowing down, but it became impossible once your arousal took over. All you thought about was his salty precum beginning to spill on your tongue. You wanted to swallow every drop. You wanted him deep inside your cunt, pounding you like nobody else had done before. Mouth milking his pulsing cock, tongue rubbing the underside, you trembled as it started twitching. You imagined that dick in your pussy, stretching you in a mind blowing way. The people around jeered when your body started trembling.

‘Go on. Cum all over him for me.’

“Uh-oh, I think it's going to come!” someone nearby taunted. “It's shaking like a leaf.”

“Is the puny little human about to come for us?” another teased.

“Go on, and do it. Show your master how pathetic you are.”

“Cum with me,” Seonghwa grunted, shivering in his seat as he pumped faster. “Cum all over-Yes, yes, like that.”

The guests laughed at your loud orgasm. You grinded for any sort of pressure on your sensitive sex. The bombardment of sensations tighten your muscles and you could only moan as Seonghwa held you to the base. Your pussy dragged along the thickest part of his tail, the constricting muscles sliding over your clitoris in each movement. It felt neverending. You kept shaking and moaning around him not wanting to stop. He gave no warning as his cock quivered and sprayed thick cum in your mouth. You wanted it. You eagerly pumped his shaft in time with his thrusting, squeezing hard to feel it throb in your hand. Every thick drop was swallowed greedily, even as it spilled from the sides of your mouth.

“Haha, it's drooling,” someone said.

“Clean it up,” Seonghwa breathed, pushing hair from your face. “Yes, just like that. Such an obedient pet…”

You didn't hesitate to start licking him clean, catching the clear beads still leaking from the head. Gazing up at him, you saw he'd leaned back in his seat as he caught his breath. Even after having an orgasm, you couldn't stop grinding. You normally needed a few minutes before restarting, but not now. Even with your climax, and sensitivity, you felt ready. He knew this, and continued waving it for you. When you finished, you stared up at him with pleading eyes.

“Now my tail,” he instructed, “You dirtied it. You clean it.”

Sliding down to where you'd been grinding, you lapped up the mixture of salt and your juices from the scaled skin. This amused the group watching. It didn't help when one tip of his fanned tail swatted at your sex and bottom. Your cheeks turned hot realizing what you'd done in front of everyone. Their taunting stirred your shame.

“Lick it clean, slave,” a woman next to the throne sneered. “If you do well, your master may fuck you now.”

“That’s all it wants,” her companion, another female, said in a low rumble. “Do you think he will let us have a taste? Its cunt looks delicious. He let us have the last one.”

“No,” Seonghwa said, not looking at them as you finished licking, “This one is mine. Take whichever you want, but not this one. On my lap, pet.”

You hoped he might enter you now, but instead he turned you to face the room. Four hands went back to caressing your body: two stayed on your breasts while the other pair opened your wet sex for everyone to see. It was then you realized to whom he referred. Talissa appeared to not be Seonghwa’s only ‘pet’. Around the room, other slaves stood naked and wearing gold chains and pearl collars. Some sat on the laps of other royals, while others walked around carrying trays of wine and seafood. Their misery was clear, but their masters did not seem to care.

“See the benefits of a human pet?” He said to the group. “Two tight holes that leak so much when I touch them?” He started rapidly rubbing your swollen clitoris as you cried out and writhed in his grasp. “How could I not want this?”

Two hands held your thighs apart while the other pair caressed your sex. While he circled your clit, he easily slipped two fingers into you. The people closest to the throne got a good view of his long fingers probing your entrance, stretching you in various angles. You noticed the men’s growing bumps under their loin cloths, while the women looked on with lustful eyes. You wished they looked away.

“Stay still for me,” he said in your ear. He pushed his fingers deeper, and you grabbed onto his arms to steady yourself. “You’re doing so well for your first time. I cannot wait to see how you are once the curse takes over. I’ll have to ask your master if I can have more of you, if I cannot keep you.”

“No…please…” you tried pushing his hands from your groin to at least get some relief from the pinching nerves, but to no avail.

“But isn’t my cock pleasurable?” He pushed his shaft to your sex, “Aren’t I at least more preferable than the decrepit old Naga who slither around my island? It’s quite beneficial to be The King’s favorite.” He moved them into your sideways, “You’d be draped in jewels and fed the best food. You’d be praised and adored.”

“I’d be your slave,” you said through gritted teeth, wriggling around to try escaping his touch.

“Only for a short time,” he corrected. “When your curse is complete, I’m sure Lord Kim will collect you and whisk you to the mountains, keeping you from the sunshine and my eyes. But, you’ll be well taken care of for now. Hmph, you should see how some of these lowborns treat their pets. I don’t think you’ve noticed them until now, but they appear quite sad.”

“I don’t want to be your slave.”

“I didn’t realize you had a choice,” he then began pumping his fingers faster, pushing and curling them to the special spot inside you. He chuckled when you arched and quivered at his touch. “Besides,” his opposite hand started rubbing your clit again, “You’ll be so brainless that you won’t even realize it.”

Once his fingers worked you long enough, you began trembling as a second climax approached. The people nearby cheered for your release, eager to see how the king’s new pet came. Your eyes squeezed shut and all senses became overpowered by your blinding orgasm. Seonghwa kept going as you coated his hands in your juices. Even when you finished, panting for breath, he didn’t stop.

“Stop,” you pleaded, “It’s too sensitive.”

“We’re done when I say we’re done,” he said. “Get me hard again,” he pushed his shaft to your sex, “Use that hole to get me hard and show my court how lucky I am.”

They laughed as you obeyed his command. You wanted to stop but something kept you going. This thickness pushed your lips apart, and the ridges brushed over your sensitive clit. You whimpered, bucking wildly. You tried not looking at the people watching, far too embarrassed to see them.

“No,” Seonghwa grabbed your chin to make you face them, “You have to get used to this. Pets don't get privacy. Everyone is going to see you like this all the time. How else will they know how you pleasure their king?”

“Please,” you whined, forced to meet eyes with certain people. You saw their delight at your humiliation. “Not like this…”

“Get used to it,” he sighed, kissing your neck as you slid over his hardening cock. “I can do worse things in private.”

“Twenty doubloons she can't take it all,” a guard said within earshot of you. “Human pussy can't handle a dick like that.”

“You're on,” his companion nodded.

“Thirty says she can,” a woman joined in, “But cries the whole time.”

“Let's see if you can handle me,” Seonghwa said, grabbing the backs of your thighs.

He lifted you from his lap and pressed himself to your entrance. Excitement and anxiety boiled together at the idea of penetration. You certainly could not take him, yet you suspected that he didn’t care. You braced yourself as he slowly impaled you on the first inch. His thick head pushed to your aching entrance, the hole clenching around the very tip for more. Your eyes rolled back as he added a second and third inch. The stretch burned through your entire body, causing a stinging at the source.

‘It’s honestly the best feeling. I’ve been stretched by Hwa once or twice, and it was incredible. Just relax and let him take charge. He won’t hurt you too badly.’

You squeezed your eyes tightly when he went another inch, his groaning drowning out your strained whimpers and the guests’ chanting.

“All the way! All the way!” they chanted, fists pumping the air to punctuate the words.

You shook your head. You can't take the throbbing pain coming from his girth. You tried pushing away, but the pleasure he brought stayed your hands.

“You can take it,” Seonghwa encouraged.

“It hurts…”

“I know, but it'll feel good after a while. Make me happy and take my whole cock.”

He was not entirely merciless. Seonghwa went in a few inches before withdrawing to ease your pain. He did this multiple times, and even though it hurt, you still wished to have his full length in you. When he rubbed along your entrance, tapping it softly, you couldn't help wanting more of him. By the time he'd gone fully inside, you'd gone crazy from need. Even with the difficulty, you tried your best to bounce on him. He grabbed one of your hands to place on your lower stomach. As you plunged down onto him, you felt a slight bump hit that exact area.

“Do you feel that?” He asked huskily. “That's me, pet,” he thrusted deep to make you feel him again, “That's how deep you're taking me right now.”

“It…It…I…Oh god,” you trembled, quaking in place as he continued lifting you up and down. “Oh god, it's so…”

You could hardly string a sentence together. Your mind focused on the dick pushing against your insides. People around you hissed or beamed when you finally started riding him, exchanging large gold coins. Seonghwa soon moved faster, holding you up as your body got used to him. The pain subsided into the pleasure, exploding and growing when one hand started teasing you again. His bottom hands let go of your thighs to let you freely ride him, and held onto your ass cheeks. He occasionally smacked them, adding to your pleasure, and pulled them apart to spit over the exposed hole. You held onto his tail to anchor yourself up, going faster despite the burning in your thighs and legs. Two thumbs started rolling over your ass hole, and you moaned louder.

“You're so tight,” he groaned, taking a few gradual pumps, “And little. I love it so much.”

Compared to him, you thought, anybody would be small. Soon, you shook in his arms again. Seonghwa felt you tightening around him, and pumped faster, the bulge in your stomach becoming more apparent. He slipped a thumb past the tight ring, pulling in and out in time with his cock. Your eyes rolled back at this new feeling; you took one of his top hands to your breast, which he grabbed right away.

“Are you starting to enjoy my cock, pet?” Seonghwa asked breathily, in awe of you on his lap. “Hm? Is your curse so potent that you don’t care anymore?”

“It’s…I…I…”

He laughed at your incoherent babble. Your third orgasm hit harder than the last two. It shot out of you and all over Seonghwa’s length, the trails leaking onto his heavy ball sack. You didn’t want to stop. He felt too good. When he pulled out of you, he placed you back on the floor where you opened your mouth. More salty strings flew up your stomach and breasts, reaching your outstretched tongue. You waited until he’d filled your mouth before swallowing it all. Like before, you started sucking and licking whatever remnants came out of him.

“More…” you breathed against the head, lapping the slit where more beads fell. “Please…”

“Keep going then,” Seonghwa breathed, tapping his cock on your tongue. “I’ll give you as much as you can ta-”

“-Um, Your Majesty?” It was the Captain who’d spoken, stiff and stern as he faced his king.

“What is it?”

“I’m sorry to interrupt you but…” he glanced at you, then back to Seonghwa, “The delegation of Dragonites have arrived.”

Seonghwa growled, fangs bared in annoyance. “Show them to their quarters and I will be with them soon,” he cupped your face and pushed his tip back into your mouth, “Can’t you see I am busy?”

“I’m afraid it’s a bit late for that, Seonghwa.”

The revelry from moments ago dissipated at the sight of the speaker. A young man, as tall as Seonghwa, stood amongst a group of men in coal-black armor, carrying long silver swords. His tall, black wings stood out in the back of his armor, and he wore an obsidian and onyx crown. Long legs carried him over towards the throne. His sleeveless tunic revealed the expanse of black and red scales that went from shoulders to wrists. Dark hooded eyes stared at Seonghwa coldly before they followed his body down to you. You turned away in shame, but you still felt him staring at you.

“Prince Yunho,” Seonghwa said, pushing black curls from his face, “How very like you to appear when you aren’t summoned.”

“I am only here at Lord Kim’s request,” Yunho replied. “I wish for us to do this business as quickly as possible. Your island stinks of fish and sea water.”

This made the rest of the naga hiss at him, which was returned by harsh growls from the winged soldiers around Yunho.

“Better than the sulfur and brimstone of your region,” Seonghwa shot back. “As I told my captain, I am quite occupied at the moment. You may go to your quarters to settle in and we will conduct our business later.”

Yunho looked back at you, his eyes scanning your nude body. “A new pet?” he inquired, wings batting as he reached you at Seonghwa’s tail. He gazed further down to see your mark, which you tried hiding by twisting your body. “Seonghwa, are you so cruel that you’d resort to putting demon curses upon your pets to keep them compliant?”

“Don’t act like a fool, Yunho. You know whose mark that is.”

The pair shared a knowing glance, “It is you who is being foolish if you’re indulging without permission.”

“His Kraken threw her onto my shores. A gift. It’s as clear as day. It isn’t my fault he favors me over you.”

Yunho scoffed. “More likely he wanted to soften you up for this deal. I’d be the first to tell him it wouldn’t work.”

“I don’t need softening.”

“I wager you’ve already given her a ridiculous pet name,” Yunho said, lifting your chin and wiping cum from your bottom lip. “What is it? Coral? Hydra? Sea Mist?”

“I haven’t decided yet, but thank you for the suggestions.”

“You’re quite lovely,” Yunho told you, studying your features. “I’ve only tasted humans once. We don’t get many of them in my kingdom. I wonder…”

“You can have any slaves you like, Dragon Prince,” Seonghwa hissed, “But not this one. It’s mine.”

“No, she’s Lord Kim’s, and you know that. Your ownership is temporary.”

“These two can never be in the same room too long. There’s no way they’ll share you.”

“What is your name, sweet one?” Yunho asked you.

“YN.”

“A name as lovely as you,” he grinned, brown eyes rimmed with gold glinting with adoration. “You should come home with me. I’d take much better care of you than this fish-head over here.”

A gold blade ended up at Yunho’s throat when he moved closer, and Yunho snickered. “So quick to anger,” he said, “And they say dragon blood runs hot. Alright,” he pulled away from you, “I will wait until negotiations. Maybe I can find some real meat around here and not shrimp.”

“Good idea,” Seonghwa said, sheathing his sword. “Kim might have set up this meeting, but make no mistake, Yunho, I won’t hesitate. I won’t.”

“Neither would I, Your Majesty,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Farewell, sweetling. I’ll be seeing you soon.”

The group of dragons flew out of the room in a V-formation, not intimidated by the Naga baring their fangs at them. Once he’d left, Seonghwa turned to the Captain, “Have the men keep an eye on him. If he even tries to double cross or disobey Lord Kim’s orders, cut him and his men down.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“And take Pet to my chambers. See it’s properly cleaned and chained. I’m sure Lord Kim wouldn’t want his precious slave running away from us before his arrival.”

“As you wish.”

On wobbly legs, you went with the captain further into the palace. Yunho’s appearance seemed to have distracted the nobles. They didn’t pay you any mind as the Captain marched you past them to the doors. You caught snippets of conversation.

“Can you believe they were invited here? What is Seonghwa thinking?” one man said to his companion.

“The King mentioned Lord Kim. This must’ve been his idea. Only a man as mad as him would suggest the Naga and The Dragonites meeting under one roof.”

“Hush now, you shouldn’t speak that way! He might hear you!”

Lord Kim? Did they mean the demon who’d created your curse? The thought of him possibly being in the palace lifted your spirits. Yet, as you followed Captain to the bedchamber, your spirits weighed back down. The runestone Namjoon had given you was gone. You’d have nothing to trade in exchange for your freedom. However, Seonghwa mentioned you wouldn’t be just a zombie at the end; you’d be Lord Kim’s personal zombie slave. Namjoon must not have known that bit of information if he hadn’t said it. Something told you that the runestone would’ve made no difference to him. The image of your fate came back, but the stinging gradually pushed it out.

It flared in each step, and you treaded carefully through the large palace. You felt yourself coming down by the time you reached a large room on the other side. A stone bed carved into a rocky wall was behind long fishnet curtains, an octopus etched into the head and footboards. Tall windows gave The King a perfect view of the beaches beyond the palace walls, where he could see the deep blue ocean he ruled over. You spotted a cushioned bed, food and water bowl inside a large gold cage. Yes, that’s where he intended to keep you. You wouldn’t stay there. You aren’t a slave. You’d get out of here.

The Captain brought you into an adjacent room where you saw a large wall fountain spouting water into a large marble pool. Judging by the various bottles and cloths, this is meant to be some kind of wash room.

“Clean up quickly,” The Captain said in his rough voice, “And return to the bedroom where I’ll clamp your chains.”

“I’m not wearing chains.”

“Yes, you are.”

He said nothing else and left the room. You grabbed one of the small cotton cloths and began wiping your tenderest areas. The coolness sapped out some of the burning, though the stinging indicated tears. This would happen again before nightfall. You knew that without needing to really think about it. You thought of Prince Yunho, who’d shown an interest that rivaled Seonghwa; perhaps they’d come to an agreement which involved you being a ‘gift’ for him. Your stomach knotted at the thought.

You replayed what you'd done in your head, and couldn't believe it. Yes, you'd done many partners before, but that had been in private. Seonghwa forced you to do it in front of his entire court, allowing them to jeer and taunt you. You felt disgusted with yourself. Even when you'd scrubbed yourself clean of him, you still felt him inside you. That emptiness sparked a hint of arousal that you buried deep down. You'd fight this damn curse as long as you could.

Leaving the bathroom, you found the suite empty. The Captain must’ve gone to get your chains and collar. You needed some kind of escape. If you stayed here too long, you would end up with no choice or free will. You'd become a slave to your desires. You refused to let that happen. Looking out the windows, you saw the dense tropical forest occasionally broken by ruins and clearings. The ocean went around the small island, intimidating as you realized how far you'd come from the mainland. Chan mentioned them finding a dead body by your shipwreck; your heart weighed down thinking of Jin, who'd been so kind to you. You searched for signs of the broken boat on the beach, but saw nothing except white sand.

Looking down, guards remained at their posts in a square courtyard. It was too far down for you to climb or drop down into. You’d break your leg or worse. You’re sure there will be guards outside the bedroom at night, and more moving about the palace. Any chance of escape might not come for a while. You’d been considering simply jumping and seeing what happened when the Captain returned. He held thin gold chains attached to the bright cuffs in one hand, and a pearl collar in the other. Slowly, you inched away from him.

You reached for a silver letter opener on the desk and held it out. “Stay away from me,” you warned.

“It’s time to collar you,” he said, unconcerned by the sharp object in your hand. “Don’t make this difficult, slave. I have more important things to attend to.”

Slashing the small weapon at him, you growled when he easily grabbed your arm and twisted it. You spun around, grunting in pain as he kept you to his chest. Feeling the cold cuff on one wrist, you tried pulling away as he clapped the other half to your ankle; then repeating the process on the other side. The chains were long enough to make walking easy, but not so long that you could really reach for anything. It took several tries, lots of struggling and slaps in the face before Captain managed to get the collar around your neck.

“You vicious little bitch,” Captain spat, grabbing you by the hair. “Let’s see how tough you are when your master punishes you,” he clasped a long leash to your collar then tugged on it roughly. “I’d spank the crap out of you myself if you were my pet; then I’d give you to my men to teach you your place.”

“Screw you, fish boy,” you hissed at him, spitting at his back.

“Haha, that’s my girl.”

A backhand went across your cheek when he turned around, stinging it and drawing a trickle of blood in your mouth.

“He’ll pay for that.”

He continued pulling you along back towards the throne room when somebody got in his way.

“So, this is how Seonghwa lets his men treat his special pets?” Yunho asked with mock curiosity, coming out of a nearby bedchamber with another soldier. “He lets you man handle and hit them?”

“It was acting out of order, Your Grace,” said the Captain. “I am in charge of the pets’ discipline, and I was merely reminding this one of its place here.”

Yunho moved around him and over to you. A clawed hand lifted your chin, his thumb tenderly touching your swelling cheek. “But, she isn’t Seonghwa’s, is she? Lord Kim is her master. Last time I checked, he doesn’t like people damaging his property. Seonghwa must not care too much about keeping his head on his shoulders.” Another hand suddenly went to your sex, where you winced from the pressure. “Does it hurt?”

“Yes.”

“Poor girl,” he cooed, frowning at your discomfort. “Here,” he snapped his fingers at the soldier who felt around in his pouch. He retrieved a small black tub, and handed it to Yunho. “This will ease your pain,” he dipped two fingers into the translucent paste and tenderly spread it over your bare sex. A cool, tingling sensation blossomed at once, and the burning disappeared. “Better?”

“Yes.”

Yunho didn’t stop his touching. He stared down at you lustfully, watching you try resisting his fingers over your pussy. “Too bad Captain Sea Brain is near us,” he said, his hand sliding over your slit, “I’d finger fuck you here if he wasn’t. I bet your orgasms sound sweet.”

The dirty talk alone nearly ignited your curse again. Yunho saw this and smiled, “Does hearing about what I want to do to you arouse you? I have plenty more fantasies to describe to you.”

“Your Grace, please, I cannot dawdle,” Captain said. “His Majesty expects his pet back in the throne room.”

He reached around to your ass, grabbing it gently. He grinned when you shifted in his hand, “You’re already getting wet again-”

“-Your Grace-”

“-Would you like to come into my chambers? I can give you a little preview of what you’ll be having later tonight-”

“-My Prince,” one of Yunho’s soldiers said, “I know you are in the midst of your pleasures, but I’ve received word that Lord Kim is on his way.”

Yunho immediately whipped around. “He’s coming?” He asked, voice a bit unsteady. “He never said he’d be joining negotiations.”

“I suppose he wishes to see everything go smoothly.”

“Or to make sure they don’t rip you apart fighting over you.”

The Dragonite huffed irritably, then turned back to you. “I suppose this will wait until later, sweetling.”

He placed a soft kiss on your wounded cheek, then glided away from you with his men. Captain stared at him with distaste, though said nothing as he pulled on your leash and kept walking. Yunho’s salve did erase the pain, but his touches had brought stickiness to your thighs. You feared what Seonghwa might think if he saw it.

“Your Majesty,” Captain called to Seonghwa, who still sat on his throne, “I’ve brought your pet back.”

“I’m afraid it will have to wait until later,” Seonghwa said in disappointment. “His Lordship has turned up, and I must greet him. You can put Pet by the throne until I retu-What happened to its face?” Seonghwa came to examine your cheek, and he looked at Captain. “What did it do?”

“It resisted,” he answered.

He nodded, “The curse will take a while to fully form. I suppose it’ll be defiant until the very end, but no matter, I can fix that.”

He smiled wickedly at you, then proceeded to leave the room. Captain pulled your leash towards a cushion next to the throne. It was more like a luxurious dog bed than an actual seat. He threw you onto it, then chained your leash to the throne’s armrest. You huffed as you settled into the plush, golden bed.

The demon possibly responsible for your predicament was in the palace, and you had no chance of ever meeting him. If what Seonghwa says is true, then you won’t need to worry about that. However, you guessed Lord Kim won’t do anything to relieve your curse. He’ll let it consume you. You’d been lamenting over this when the flapping of wings caught your attention.

“Hey, buddy,” you said to the black crow who sat on the arm. “What’re you doing here? Crows aren’t tropical birds…I don’t think.”

It flew from the throne to the food at your feet. It began pecking at the shrimp side of the platter, “I can’t believe I’m here,” you said, watching it eat. “I’m supposed to be halfway to the northern port by now, but instead I’m stranded on this island. I don’t know how far I am from the mainland either. I could be days away, and by the time I get there, I’d be a zombie. They say Jin’s boat got wrecked, but maybe there might be a way to fix it and I can get out of here.” You looked at its glossy wings and said, “I wish I had wings like you. Then I could fly away.”

You’d get your wish in a way…

****

The sky already turned mixes of russet red and faded gold by the time Seonghwa reappeared. His guests had dispersed, leaving the throne room empty and quiet. His eyes lingered over your naked body before he unchained you from his throne.

“How’s my little pet been?” he asked, nuzzling your nose with his. “Did you eat?” He looked to see the half-touched plate near you. Your crow friend ate most of it, but you’d nibbled on the fruit. “That’s hardly enough to sustain you,” he said, wrapping your leash around his hand and guiding you to your feet. “You need your energy and strength for tonight.”

“Tonight.”

“My last night with you. It appears Lord Kim plans to take you now rather than let me enjoy you further. He’s allowed one more night since I managed to not rip off that filthy dragon’s head.”

“Sorry, babe. I had to do it, but it’ll just be this one time, then we’ll fix this.”

Come,” he turned and tugged on your leash, “To bed. I’m exhausted.”

You followed him to the doors, turning to see your bird friend flying to the ceiling. You wished it went along with you. Its presence brought stability and comfort in this crazy situation. Strangely, it mimicked the comfort Hongjoong always brought. The bird can’t do anything for you, but you wished it’d stayed. It also distracted you from the strange voice constantly speaking in your head.

“Garnet is my best friend. Trust him.”

“Shut it,” you whispered, shaking your head.

Seonghwa led you into his bedchamber, where you feared what he might do to you now that you were alone. While Yunho’s medicine did heal you, you knew Seonghwa could easily tear you open again.

Seonghwa gazed down at your body once he shut the door. “You really are beautiful,” he said, admiring you in the light pouring into the room. “That witch must’ve been terribly jealous to place such a curse on you,” he moved over to you, cupping your injured cheek. “Even with this injury, you are the most beautiful human I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

Four arms wrapped around you as he pulled you to his chest. His kiss started light and sweet before deepening into something more passionate. The taste of his lips stirred your arousal again, the curse boiling and fueling it.

“If only I could keep you,” he groaned, lifting you to keep you at eye-level. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist so you didn’t slip off him. “I’ll admit I knew you had some connection to him,” he kissed down your neck, hands grasping your ass again and crotch grinding into you, “But not so strong. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so attached to a Cursed before.” He chuckled into your skin, teeth grazing it, “He would’ve killed me if he didn’t need me.”

His words caught you off guard. “Wait, what are you talking about?”

“He said I can enjoy you tonight,” he grabbed your ass, kneading it gently to stoke fires within, “But he’ll take you tomorrow. Let’s make it count, hm?”

“Who are you talking about? The Dark Lord? Is he still here? Can I see him now?”

“He’s busy, and I’m going to get what I want tonight.”

“Please,” you whimpered, fighting off your desires, “Not again. It…It still hurts…”

“I won’t use your pussy this time,” he promised, top hands cupping your tits. “You have two other holes I can enjoy in the meantime.”

“No,” you gasped, “That would hurt more.”

“Only for a while. I’ll be much gentler, especially with your ass,” he rubbed you up and down on his hole. “I had thought of a name for you,” he whispered as he brought you to the bed nearby. “Would you like to know what it was?”

“What was it?”

“Mariella,” he answered. “A name worthy of such a pretty face,” he tucked hair behind your ear and pecked your lips. “My beautiful Mariella. Oh, how divine you would’ve looked next to me…” he lamented, kissing you again.

“You won’t now,” you said defiantly.

“No, I won’t,” he said, pinning you to the bed. His tail pushed your legs apart, and you gasped at the small bump already sliding against you. “But, just for tonight, your body is mine. I will call you by the name you’d have, and pretend you’re completely mine.”

“I won’t be yours,” you whined, trying to escape his grasp even as your body slowly started giving into him. “Never.”

He laughed, “Fiery. I get why he’s so in love with you.” He knelt up, his bottom arms lifting your legs to your stomach, “Let’s see how far I can stretch this ass of yours.”

It was a pleasure you’d experienced a few times. Seonghwa spent a good amount of time fingering and licking both ends. He said he liked your sensitivity and how easily you came for him. Seeing you shaking and clawing his sheets entertained him. Once he deemed you prepared enough, he pushed his throbbing length into your ass. It burned, as expected, and your eyes opened wide when he fully sheathed himself inside. You felt full. Your body stayed paralyzed in place as he smoothly went in and out of you. The two hands toying with your breasts and cunt only added more pleasure that made you see stars in every climax. His own orgasms came just as easily.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, pulling you on top of him in reverse. “I can’t stop. God, I can’t stop fucking you. I don’t ever want to stop.”

“Do-don’t,” you moaned, too enthralled by the curse’s effects to realize what you were saying. “Don’t st-stop fu-fuck-fucking me…”

The sky was pitch black by the time he did stop. Sweaty, naked and exhausted, you laid on your front with your face buried in his pillows. Everything in your body ached as the Hand of Lust finally subsided, and you came to your senses again. You hated the damn mark. You hated this Naga king and how easily he broke down your defenses. His lips trailed soft kisses up and down your spine as he tended to your aching parts. The same soothing paste Yunho had given you was slathered between your cheeks, and he ordered a servant to bring food and water.

“I am not so cruel as to not care for you after,” he told you, wiping strings of cum from your chest and stomach. “He’d probably kill me if he thinks I left you like this. Sleep now, my lady,” he kissed your forehead, “I’ll wake you when the food arrives.”

‘My lady’? You didn’t get a chance to think on it before you passed out against the soft sheets.

“Did you enjoy my gift, Your Majesty?”

He sat in the window ledge, idly rolling a stone between his fingers. Hongjoong knew Seonghwa liked coming to his private tower after sex. He said the sea air made him feel refreshed, and he could see the stars clearly. Hongjoong felt guilty letting this Naga put his hands all over you, but it was better than witnessing you fall into madness.

“Greatly,” Seonghwa breathed, moving to the window next to Hongjoong and enjoying the fresh breeze. “I understand why you favor her so much. I would too if she were wearing my brand.” He stretched all four arms as he said, “Though, I will admit I was surprised when a woman showed up. You’d told me it’d be a priest.”

“It was supposed to be.”

Hongjoong glowered as he thought back to Haeyoung’s blunder. He knew he should’ve sent someone more stable minded to capture the vile priest. When Hongjoong learned of Moon’s hands in the abuse of fairy boys and girls, and the terrible experiments he subjected them to, Hongjoong had to stop him. He’d sent Haeyoung to place the curse on him, so then Hongjoong could send him on a tour of the north. The old priest would be put through the same torture he inflicted on others. However, it seemed he’d chosen the wrong person for the job.

“Though, I appreciate your gift nevertheless, old friend,” Seonghwa said. “She was marvelous.”

He decided he’d let you sleep for now. Tomorrow, he will lift your curse and everything will be back to normal. He’ll go back to Gold Rush, curse Moon, and then go back on the road. You’d be safe in your small town, untouched by the outside world looking to infect it. It’s why he hadn’t brought you home yet. With the war looming over the north once more, he couldn’t risk the new king finding out about you.

“And I appreciate you not chopping off Yunho’s head,” he replied.

“Trust me, it required a lot of restraint,” he snorted. “Where will you take your pet now?”

“Home. Well, her home. She’s safer there.”

“Very well. You know you always have a home here in the islands…If you wish for her to be truly guarded, the Naga are skilled warriors. I’d make sure no harm came to her while she was here.”

“Nice truy, Hwa.”

“Fine, keep the beauty to yourself. I have dozens more just like her.”

“No. No, you don’t.”

****

A firm, long-clawed hand clasped around your mouth. You had no time to take anything in before the figure hoisted you from the bed and out into the cool ocean air.

“Let go of me!” you struggled in your captor’s arms, your voice breaking through their hand.

“Hush, human,” the Dragonite soldier said, “And stop squirming. You’ll fall to your death and Prince Yunho will blame me.”

You stopped moving the moment you saw the ground growing farther and farther from your feet. The dampness and coldness of the high clouds made you squeeze your eyes shut. You should have known this would happen.

So much for having wings….

****

A/N: Damn, talk about plans going tits up, huh? Looks like instead of island paradise, YN's getting a volcanic vacation.

Also, if you guys want to be tagged for the different parts, just put a reply below. It'll help me keep track of everyone haha

Hongjoong: The Puppeteer

A sinister mastermind who controls people’s actions like marionettes, manipulating reality with strings of fate. His words weave deception, pulling the world into his chaotic play.

He saw her in a crowd, but unlike the others, she wasn’t swayed by his unseen strings. Her free will intrigued him, an anomaly in his perfectly controlled world. He watched her for days, testing how much influence he had over her actions. When he realized she resisted, his obsession grew. He needed to break her, to weave her into his masterpiece—his perfect marionette.

At first, she wouldn’t even realize she was being controlled. Hongjoong would make subtle changes—her thoughts, her actions, her choices—until everything she did led her straight back to him.

Her friends would start acting differently, nudging her toward him. Strangers would mention his name as if he was always meant to be in her life. It was a web of manipulation, and she was tangled in it before she even knew.

The moment she tried to break away, she’d feel it—the invisible strings tightening around her wrists. She’d find herself going back to him, no matter how much she resisted. Even when she thought she was making her own choices, they all led back to Hongjoong.

By the time she realized she had never truly been free, it was too late. She was already a puppet in his hands.

Hongjoong wouldn’t resort to mindless violence. No, his punishments would be calculated—surgical.

A single flick of his fingers, and her limbs would move without her consent, forced into painful contortions. She’d feel the strain in her muscles, the stretch of her tendons beyond what they were meant to endure. But he wouldn’t let her break. Not yet.

“I don’t like hurting you,” he’d say, watching as she trembled under his control. “But if you insist on disobeying, I will teach you.”

And just when she thought she’d collapse from the pain, he’d release her—only to hold her close, stroking her hair as she whimpered. “See? If you just behave, you won’t have to suffer.”

Seonghwa: The Phantom Monarch

A cursed ruler who lingers between life and death, draped in shadows and whispering forgotten prophecies. His touch brings both solace and despair, a ghostly presence haunting his own kingdom.

She entered the ruins of his long-forgotten kingdom, unaware of the ghostly presence watching her. When she touched his throne, a flicker of warmth pulsed through his cold existence for the first time in centuries. He had been a ruler without a queen, a soul without purpose. Now, he had one. If she could make him feel, then she belonged to him.

Seonghwa’s trap was patience. He didn’t chase—he lured. Whenever she left a place, she’d feel his presence lingering behind, just out of sight.

She’d hear his voice in the wind, see his reflection in darkened windows. He became an inescapable part of her world, an unseen force watching her every move.

Then, one night, the world would shift. She’d wake up in a place that looked like her home but wasn’t. The furniture was the same, the air smelled familiar, but the sky outside was an endless void. The door wouldn’t open, the windows showed nothing but darkness.

She’d turn—and there he’d be, standing in the doorway. “You wandered too far,” he’d say, tilting his head. “Now, you can never leave.”

Seonghwa wouldn’t strike her. He wouldn’t even touch her.

But he’d make her feel like she was dying.

He’d whisper a few words, and suddenly, the air would vanish from her lungs. No oxygen, no relief—just the slow, creeping suffocation of her own body betraying her. He’d watch her fall to her knees, eyes wide in terror, clutching at her throat as she silently begged for mercy.

Only when she was on the verge of unconsciousness would he allow her to breathe again. He’d catch her before she hit the floor, his voice a soothing lullaby.

“I hate doing this,” he’d murmur, wiping away the tears streaking her face. “But you need to understand. You are mine.”

Yunho: The Hollow Jester

A deceivingly cheerful trickster whose laughter hides an empty soul. He thrives on others’ misery, playing twisted games that always end in despair, his mask concealing a haunting void

She laughed. It was a sound so genuine, so full of life—something he lacked. He saw her in the reflection of a shattered mirror, a place where only twisted souls should exist. But she was untouched, pure. He had to change that. He wanted to see how long she could keep that smile once she stepped into his world of madness.

Yunho would make her question reality itself. It would start small—objects moving from where she left them, voices whispering from places they shouldn’t be.

She’d see glimpses of him in mirrors, but when she turned around, he wouldn’t be there. He wanted to break her mind before he claimed her.

Then, one day, she’d wake up in a world that wasn’t hers. The people around her would wear empty smiles, their laughter hollow and unsettling. No matter where she ran, she’d always end up back at the same place—a grand, eerie carnival with no exit.

And at the center of it all, sitting on his throne of illusions, was Yunho, grinning as he held out his hand. “Welcome home.”

Yunho would turn it into a game—a cruel, endless game.

She’d wake up in a room she didn’t recognize, doors stretching in every direction. “If you can find the real exit,” his voice would echo from nowhere, “I’ll let you go.”

Desperation would push her to run, to fling open door after door, but each one led somewhere worse—a room full of mirrors reflecting her worst fears, a hallway that stretched infinitely, a pit of darkness with no end. The sound of his laughter would follow her, amused and patient.

Finally, when she was broken, exhausted, curled in a corner with silent tears, he’d crouch beside her, brushing her hair back. “See?” he’d whisper. “You’re always safest when you stay with me.”

Yeosang: The Watcher in the Mirror

An entity that exists within reflections, observing silently and waiting for the right moment to step into reality. Those who meet his gaze feel their deepest fears manifest before them.

She looked into the mirror, and he looked back. Unlike the others, she didn’t turn away in fear. She stared, as if searching for something. That was the first time someone acknowledged his existence without terror. He had been watching her long before she noticed him, but now, she had seen him. And once you see the Watcher, he never lets you go.

Yeosang never had to chase her—she was the one who kept looking for him. Every time she passed a reflective surface, his eyes were there, watching.

She should have stopped looking, should have turned away. But she didn’t. Curiosity turned into obsession, and that was his trap.

One day, she’d reach out to touch the glass, and it wouldn’t be solid anymore. Instead of her reflection, it would be his hand reaching back. A single pull, and she’d fall through, tumbling into his world—a place made of endless reflections, where only he could find the way out. But there was no escape.

“You searched for me,” he’d whisper, his lips brushing against her ear. “Now, you’ll never stop seeing me.”

Yeosang would make her lose herself.

The first cut would be shallow—a single line down her palm, bleeding just enough to stain the floor. But the reflection in the mirror? It would be so much worse.

In the glass, she’d see herself covered in wounds, skin marred by deep, jagged gashes. Her breath would hitch—was it real? She’d feel no pain, but the sight alone would break her, make her wonder if her body was even her own anymore.

“Which version of you do you think is real?” Yeosang would ask, voice soft, cruel. “The one standing here? Or the one who’s already been ruined?”

By the time he was done, she wouldn’t be sure if she was whole anymore.

San: The Wrathborn Beast

A relentless, cursed creature with uncontainable fury, lurking in the darkness and striking with unmatched ferocity. His hunger for vengeance keeps him shackled in eternal torment.

She was the first to step into his cage without trembling. His rage had driven everyone away, but she stood there, eyes locked with his, unafraid. He hated it at first—the way she didn’t cower. But then, he realized something. If she could stand before a monster without fear, then she was strong enough to endure him. He didn’t want to be alone anymore, and she was the only one worthy of staying.

San knew she was drawn to him despite the danger. He let her think she had control, that she could leave whenever she wanted. But every time she walked away, something inside her ached. She craved the thrill, the way his presence sent a shiver down her spine.

That was his trap—making her believe she chose him when, in reality, he had chosen her from the start.

The day she finally tried to leave for good, he didn’t stop her. Instead, he let her feel the emptiness, the unbearable absence of him. And when she inevitably returned, desperate for the chaos only he could give, he was waiting.

“You walked into the lion’s den, little lamb,” he murmured, arms caging her in. “You should’ve known you’d never walk out.”

San wouldn’t hold back. He wouldn’t lie to himself about what he was doing.

When he was angry, when she had truly pushed him too far, his grip would be punishing. His fingers would dig into her skin hard enough to bruise, his voice low with fury.

“You want to run? Fine. Let’s see how far you can crawl.”

A single shove would send her to the floor, and he wouldn’t help her up. Instead, he’d watch as she struggled, as she realized how weak she was compared to him.

And when she finally gave up, when she curled up at his feet, he’d sigh—exhausted, but satisfied.

“Don’t make me do this again,” he’d whisper, pulling her into his arms despite her flinching. “I don’t like hurting you. But I won’t let you leave me either.”

Mingi: The Nightmare Poet

A being whose words shape reality, crafting dreams that turn into horrifying nightmares. His voice echoes in the minds of those who hear him, driving them to madness.

She dreamed of him before they ever met. His words had slipped into her mind, shaping her thoughts, her fears, her desires. He whispered stories in the dead of night, and she listened. When she finally saw him in the waking world, there was no shock—only recognition. She had belonged to him from the first nightmare, and now, he was here to claim her.

Mingi’s trap was set long before she ever met him. He had been in her dreams for weeks, whispering poetry laced with shadows, planting fears only he could soothe.

Every night, she dreamed of him. Every morning, she woke up with the lingering echo of his voice in her mind. She should have been afraid, but she wasn’t. She was drawn to him, to the way his words made her feel like she belonged in his world of nightmares.

Then, one night, she wouldn’t wake up. She’d open her eyes to find herself in a realm made of her own fears, with Mingi standing at its center.

“You kept listening,” he’d say, a slow smirk tugging at his lips. “And now, you’ll never wake up without me.”

Mingi’s cruelty would be subtle—a slow, creeping thing.

She’d wake up with her memories altered. One moment, she’d remember everything—the pain, the fear, the desperate attempt to run. The next? She’d remember nothing but warmth, love, the softest touch.

Which was real? Which was a lie?

She’d claw at her own skin, desperate to remember what was true. And Mingi would watch, amused, patient.

“You’re overthinking,” he’d coo, pulling her hands away so she couldn’t hurt herself further. “Just trust me. I’ll tell you what’s real.”

And by the time he was done, she wouldn’t even realize she had ever wanted to leave.

Wooyoung: The Siren of Shadows

A deadly seducer whose beauty and charm lure souls into eternal darkness. His whispers are irresistible, drawing victims into an abyss from which they can never escape.

She heard his voice first, a soft melody in the dark. It called to her, leading her deeper into the unknown. He watched her hesitate, but her curiosity won. When she finally laid eyes on him, she was already too far gone. He smiled. She had walked willingly into his grasp, and now, he would never let her leave.

Wooyoung’s voice was her downfall. It was everywhere—in the music she listened to, in the whispered words she thought were her own thoughts.

He sang her name in the wind, in the rustling of leaves, in the quiet hum of the night. The more she listened, the more she needed to hear him. That was his trap—addiction.

By the time she realized she was bound to his melody, she was already too deep. His voice was the only thing that felt real.

And when he finally stood before her, holding out his hand, she didn’t resist. “You’ve already fallen,” he murmured, lips brushing her ear. “Now, let me pull you under.”

Wooyoung wouldn’t need to use force. Love itself would become her prison.

He’d kiss her through the pain. His lips would trail over bruises he had left, his fingers tracing over the bite marks he had carved into her skin.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he’d whisper against her lips, voice trembling with emotion. “But you keep forcing me to.”

And the worst part? He’d be so gentle afterward. He’d hold her in his arms, press kisses to every wound, wipe away her tears with shaking hands. Guilty. Apologetic.

But he’d do it again. And again.

Until she stopped trying to fight it.

Jongho: The Titan of Ruin

A monstrous force of destruction, his strength shatters worlds. He is an unstoppable force, cursed to bring devastation wherever he treads, his very existence a harbinger of doom.

He found her in the aftermath of destruction—standing amidst ruin, untouched by the chaos he created. She should have run. She should have feared him. But she didn’t. Instead, she reached out, as if daring to touch the force that could crush her in an instant. He had never hesitated in destruction, but for the first time, he held back. If she was unafraid of his power, then she was the only one worthy of standing beside him.

Jongho didn’t need tricks or illusions—his trap was raw, undeniable power. He was a force of nature, and she was the only one who dared to stand before him.

He let her believe she could handle him, that she could walk away whenever she wished. He admired her stubbornness, but he knew the truth—she was already his.

When the time came, he didn’t give her a choice. The ground beneath her feet would shatter, the walls around her would crumble. There would be no escape, no safety. And when she turned to him, the only solid thing amidst the chaos, he’d hold out his hand.

“The world is too fragile for you,” he’d murmur. “Stay with me. I’ll make sure nothing ever takes you away.”

Jongho wouldn’t need tricks or illusions. He would simply remind her of who was stronger.

The moment he caught her, he’d pull her against his chest, his grip firm—unbreakable. “Are you done?” he’d ask, voice calm, but with an edge that sent shivers down her spine.

And when she refused to answer, when she still clung to the last scraps of defiance, he’d hold her tighter. Until she gasped for air, until she realized there was no winning against him.

Only then would he let go, letting her crumble to her knees. “Next time,” he’d murmur, crouching beside her, “I won’t be so gentle.”

But she knew there wouldn’t be a next time. Because now, whenever she even thought about running… she’d remember the feeling of his arms caging her in, and she’d know—

She’d never escape him.