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The number burned in your mind, imposing and unforgettable.
31.
The 31st of October.
You’d faced that date every year for as long as you could remember, hearing it repeated all around you endlessly, not you’d ever be able to forget what it meant even without the reminders.
Some people found joy in All Hallows Eve, delighted by a preceding month of spooky decorations and the impending promise of candy, costumes, and general mischief. Seeing the familiar flashes of black and orange colors throughout the world around you had always felt more awful than exciting. It would have been nice to enjoy it for what it was, embrace the night of Halloween, celebrate all the macabre revelry to be found just as your family undoubtedly would. Such festivities were beyond you, however. No, they’d never been meant for you, though they’d consistently been about you.
Your family could celebrate, toast to success and wealth and the sacrifice they expected you to make, just as so many young women in your family had decades upon decades before your birth. The time had finally drawn near for you to do what had been deemed your part since you’d been chosen on the day you’d come into the world. You would soon meet The Benefactor.
“You’ll be beautiful tonight. The prettiest our family has ever offered before. He’ll be exceptionally pleased this time and we’ll all be blessed by his happiness, as we always have.”
You stared ahead, seeing the movements of your mother prattling around behind you in the reflection of your vanity mirror, but you hardly cared to watch her. For all her efforts to have a conversation, her words were more directed at you than to you, expecting no response other than agreeable hums and the like. It’d been like that your entire life, anticipated subservience and good behavior, your own mind and feelings something only you would ever be concerned with. Your gaze lowered, glancing at the array of accessories stretched out before you, glittering gems and precious metals worth more than many made in one year right in front of you. They could’ve all been sold, the money donated to people who needed the cash so much more than your own stupidly rich family ever would, but instead, they’d sat in display cases and velvet-lined drawers, scarcely used until your mother found a desire for them. The thought of any of them adorning your body made you cringe, but you knew that you’d have no say in the matter, your opinions sure to fall on deaf ears just as they had every single time you’d attempted to voice them.
“Your dress should certainly be white. White and pristine.”
The comment had your eyes rolling, your mother too busy fretting over gown after gown to notice your annoyance. As if you needed some overdone, ludicrous symbol to remind the demon you’d be fucking that night that you’d never had sex before. Being a virgin had been the expectation for ages, ridiculous and puritan as it was. It had been for your great grandmother and your aunt, so naturally the same would be expected of you; an antiquated notion of supposed virtue the 'gift’ you had to give to continue your family’s wealthy, greedy legacy. You could feel your eyes rolling all over again at the thought.
On one hand, you supposed you ought to consider yourself lucky. You’d been born into a family with an excess of wealth and you’d never had to suffer the struggle of not being able to eat or see a doctor when you were sick. You’d had exceptional tutors and a luxurious home to grow up in. Had you been one to ask for anything in the sense of material possessions, you had no doubt it could’ve been given to you without any trouble. You were in many ways pampered and protected the way few ever were.
Yet, you were also guarded. Your entire life had been under firm lock and key, strictly scheduled and observed. There was no room in your day to day for friendships, nobody outside of your family and well-paid employees trusted to be near you, the possibility of 'corruption’ too great a concern. You’d been watched every minute of every day, whether sleeping or bathing, to ensure that you never indulged in anything that would make you 'less pure’ than what was expected. You’d been placed in a locked box, reminded at every given moment of what you were meant to do, your life tethered to what you’d been chosen for with freedom only ever being an option after you’d done your duty to your family.
You hated it and you always had. You’d felt angry every day, for the women before you and for yourself. You’d tried to keep the anger out of you, tried not to be filled with bitterness and loathing towards so much of your bloodline, but you’d failed countless times. You’d cursed them for their expectations of complacency as often as you’d cursed yourself for feeling so powerless, becoming tired and resigned to do what you’d always been told you had to.
All because your ridiculously, hopelessly, needlessly wealthy family wanted to stay that way forever, reap the benefits of a demon’s influence rather than work for it themselves.
“No, not this one. Closer to off-white. That won’t do.”
“I don’t the Benefactor will care, mother.”
You turned in your seat to face her, fixing her with a look as blasé as the tone of your voice had been, too fed up to keep listening to her needless fretting over the most inconsequential thing ever.
“He’s been getting a steady delivery of virgins forever, so I doubt he’s gonna need me to wear something that screams “I’ve never had sex!” when he already knows that’s what he’s going to get.”
“It’s tradition, YN.”
“A stupid tradition. Not that anybody, but me seems to think so.”
Your mother gawked at you for a moment, looking near to aghast that you’d ever dare to rebuke or question the good old demon fucking family tradition, buying into the entire affair just as badly as everyone else you were tragically related to. Why wouldn’t she? It kept her in a happy, leisurely life of jet-setting and wasting money on cars she’d never drive, homes she’d maybe visit once every few years, leaving her child to remain in the same pretty prison until someday you too could start indulging in a vapid life of careless riches. It made you sick just thinking about it.
“It’s an important tradition! One that our family has kept and which has kept us successful, happy, for ages.”
“You would think, what with the tradition being around for so long, that maybe somebody would consider talking to the Benefactor about the rules. I mean, why does it have to be female virgins? Are male virgins not good enough or is it a weird misogyny thing? And why virgins? I don’t think the fact that I’ve never been touched, even by myself, in any sexual capacity magically makes me more or less pure. If I murdered someone tonight before the Offering Ceremony, but still hadn’t had sex, would I still be considered 'pure’? I doubt that very much.”
“The traditions are as they are because that’s how it’s always been. They have never, ever failed and we’ve been blessed beyond measure. It’s pointless to question the way of things, YN, and I’m frankly disappointed in you for this sudden hostility.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t call it sudden. I’d consider it more of a 'boiling up over years of repression and cult-like nonsense’ sort of hostility.”
Expression souring further, making her beautiful face look pinched and beyond its typical mask of refiner, your mother strode over to where you sat, a manicured hand gripping your chin to tilt your face up towards her own. The grip wasn’t especially painful, but it was a far cry from gentle, showing her displeasure as clearly as the cold look in her eyes.
“You’ve wanted for nothing. You’ve no right to complain.”
“I’ve wanted to live my life. I’ve wanted our family to actually work to keep what we all have rather than lazing about and letting some sort of luck magic keep us afloat. I’ve wanted you and father to love me, be around me, rather than treat me like an asset to be used and then forgotten about once I’ve served my purpose. All of this…”
You waved a hand at the large, lavish room around you and all the personal touches it lacked before then gestured towards the rack of gowns, the prospective garb of an upcoming fate you wished no one had ever had to face.
“…I’ve never wanted it.”
For a moment, the look in her eyes was inscrutable as she regarded you, not a single emotion tangible. Her grip softened, gentling before it fell away altogether, and you wondered if maybe she’d actually started to give your words and feelings thought. In all your life, no one ever had and the prospect of being heard, finally, filled you with a spark of hope you hadn’t felt before. It died quietly, fizzling out as she sighed and fixed you with a tired look, whirling around with a flourish of perfectly coiffed hair and cloying perfume.
“You’ll do what’s expected, YN. Everyone before you has and you’re not so special that you should be an exception. Our family will toast you, praise you at the gathering tonight and after, once it’s done and you’ve made us proud, you can do whatever you see fit to. Leave if that’s what you want so badly. As long as you don’t disappoint me, I couldn’t care less about what you do with yourself after tonight.”
She may as well have slapped you across the face for how much the dismissal had hurt, but even despite the pain of it you were far from surprised, watching her retreat from the room without looking back even once. Your mother had hardly ever been a part of your life, making appearances only at family gatherings or other events where she had to put on the farce of a loving mother, ignoring you just as surely as your father had. You’d spent more time with maids and bodyguards, the people who had kept a watchful and strict eye over every breath you took then you ever had those who had brought you into the world. You weren’t so much a daughter to them as you were a tool for their own greed, no different from the rest of your extended family.
The urge to cry or curse, break something, made your hands shake and your eyes nearly burn. You cast a glance towards the woman standing on the far side of the room, her eyes practically bored as she stared at you, watched you like a hawk without a visible stitch of care when you were just a paycheck to earn. You couldn’t quite blame her for the lack of concern, but it bothered you nevertheless, made you turn back towards your own reflection with a shaky breath as you tried to reign your feelings in. A knock at the door brought a flurry of professionals in to surround you, speaking of bathing and scrubbing, perfuming and waxing. Soon, you’d be prim and dressed, looking and feeling like a doll, a prize rather than a person, and the anger the whole process gave you stewed beneath the surface, hidden behind a mask devoid of visible emotion.
You had a feeling if you tried to run, they’d simply catch you and bring you back. They’d let you go as willingly as you could or they’d force you into the Offering Room no matter how much you kicked and screamed, more monstrous than the demon that awaited you.
Or, perhaps there might be another alternative.
Someone, long ago, had struck up a bargain. What rule was there that said another couldn’t be made? Who said that the way of things couldn’t be changed? If you were your family’s bargaining chip, the currency they paid for their prosperity, why couldn’t you cash in your lot for your own means rather than theirs? As the hours ticked on and you were made presentable for your sacrifice, you ruminated over the plan you’d come up with until it seemed more and more like the best course of action you could take.
You’d make a deal with the Benefactor, one offered of your own volition, and you would be willing as you paid the price, gave him your body.
First, however, you had every intention of giving him a very large piece of your mind.
- -
In the middle of the long procession, you stood out like a sore thumb; a single figure in white amongst bodies cloaked in black and red. The cobblestone path was even and stable beneath your bare feet, but partly cold in the chilly October air, a soft breeze nearly making you shiver. You longed for a jacket, even a silly, archaic cloak like everyone else had been allowed to wear, but your arms remained exposed to the wind, the gown covering your form sleeveless. The skirt trailed far behind you, looking and feeling nearly akin to a wedding gown, and somehow the prospect of likening the sickening ceremony before you to a marriage made the entire thing all the more vile. Or at least it had been before you’d made the quiet decision to throw a wrench into the entire thing.
So many of the faces surrounding you had been unfamiliar, belonging to relatives who all blurred together in their selfishness and avarice. Most had hardly even looked you in the eye as they greeted you that night in the dining hall where the usual family feast would take place, praising you for your bravery, your sacrifice. Dozens had claimed to be proud of you, but to you, every comment was nothing more than empty lip service, not a single word coming from a place of genuine love or care. You’d neither smiled nor responded, staring at everyone without expressing emotion, hoping that your silence disarmed them or at the very least freaked them out. If it did, they scarcely showed a sign of it, but you amused yourself with the thought that you’d put them off, hoping that their wining and dining that night was less enjoyable than they’d planned. If luck was on your side, you’d end up having a much better time than anyone else at the estate provided the Benefactor was as generous with his sexual prowess as he had been with the magic he’d cast over your family’s legacy.
The sun had almost entirely set, the sky above dark with the fall of night, and you glanced up to glimpse a blanket of stars peeking through the passage of thin clouds, the moon more brilliant than the torches that lined the path. The Offering Room stood just ahead, a tall stone building fairly nondescript from the outside. The only windows it possessed were on the slanted sections of its roof, built to allow moonlight to seep into its darkness. The only way in or out had always been a single large door, painted red and capable of being locked only from the outside, another reminder of how cruel your family was to set up a place where one could not escape until sunrise, until their duty had been done. The door creaked open, so much louder than the soft whispers you heard all around you, and you lifted your head to stare into the darkness you would soon tread into, watching it draw closer and closer, fighting back whatever fear you still had left.
You drew to a halt just short of moving inside, turning around to face the procession of relatives and strangers standing behind you, judging them with cool eyes as your grandfather moved to stand at your side, holding his hands up high. He’d dressed in a thicker robe then all the rest, it’s hood heavy and long, making him look every bit like the cult leader you were content to liken him to.
“My dearest family, again we gather here tonight to pay our thanks to our Benefactor. It is through his power, his unparalleled influence, that our family has thrived for generations. On this night, on All Hallows Eve, we present to him our Gift, and through the completion of the Offering Ceremony shall our glorious, bountiful legacy continue on.”
The old man prattled on, speaking of praises and thanks, never once referring to you by name, and you nearly found yourself wanting to tap your foot in impatience waiting for all the pomp and ceremony nonsense to just be done with. For as much as you’d dreaded this night for the whole of your life, you were anxious to just be on with it rather than listen to your grandfather ramble and stare at the sea of callousness before you. By the time he was done, you had to fight not to sag with relief, turning your back to everyone to once again face the darkness ahead.
“Let the ceremony begin!”
You stepped forward, treading along slowly, and the second you were far enough inside the doors slammed shut behind you with a loud finality, locks clicking into place. Any thoughts you may have entertained of changing your mind would have become fruitless with those doors sealed and guarded from the outside, leaving you with only the option to move on with your plan. As you wandered onward, down the lengthy hall, you found that it led into one large, open room. The windows above cast moonlight into the space, but it was not quite enough to keep the entire chamber from seeming far too dark for your liking. Even so, the faint illumination allowed you to see the only interesting point in the entire room, feet leading you towards it to discover what looked to be a large stone pedestal covered in a long, white cloth. It wasn’t especially high, but it was wide and long as well as flat, giving you a fair idea of what its purpose might be for.
“Wow. Rich as this family is they couldn’t even foot the bill for an actual bed,” you groused, hiking up your silky skirt as you climbed up on to the plinth, sitting with your legs dangling over the side.
Falling silent, you decided to glance about once more, finding with another few looks around that there was truly nothing of any interest to see. Clapping your hands once, you listened to the sound echoing up to the high ceiling, trailing off slowly into further silence. A minute, perhaps two passed, and you realized with some frustration and a heavy sigh that you’d apparently have to wait. After about five, you took to lightly swinging your feet, reaching your fingers to the back of your neck to unclasp the overly lavish diamond necklace which had been selected for you. It glittered even in the minimal light as it clattered to the floor, followed soon by bracelets and earrings until every needless piece of expensive jewelry had been left to lay on the stone.
They shone in the moonlight for five minutes more, impatience eating away at you steadily, making it very hard for you to not give into the desire to start calling out for the damn demon to just show his face. Just when you’d nearly decided to relent to that compulsion, you felt a soft breeze rush through the room, disrupting the still air, and to your surprise it was warm. Lifting your head, you glanced around, seeking out shapes in the shadows that cloaked the far off corners of the chamber, brow furrowing and then lifting as torches began to spark here and there all on their own, adding a soft, flickering light to the place. You almost groaned with relief, straightening the slouched posture your boredom had caused.
“Took you long enough!” you called out, looking this way and that, still seeing hide nor hair of anyone.
At least at first.
“Impatient to meet me, are you, my little gift?”
The voice came from somewhere behind you, tones deep and almost honeyed, prompting you to turn towards it, staring in surprise at what you saw. He was tall for certain, but not inhumanly so and he looked more man than monster, head bowed with his face partly obscured by the brim of what looked to be a Panama hat. The suit he wore was crisp and white, tailored yet still a little loose fitting as not to give you a wholly clear picture of his physique, and he leaned slightly on a gold-tipped cane. You spied rings on his fingers and upon closer inspection, you realized that there was a soft windowpane pattern to his attire, though he stood too far for you to determine the color of the striping. Slowly, he lifted his head, letting you see the almost casual smirk gracing his full lips, and even at the distance, you could see it when his eyes briefly flashed red. Human though he looked, that was confirmation enough to you that he was indeed the demon you’d been waiting for.
“Well, this was a bit anti-climactic.”
“I take it you were expecting something different?”
“Yes. I was waiting for horns, hooves…the usual suspects when one thinks 'demon’.”
“I could make that happen, but I prefer this form actually. It’s rather handsome, wouldn’t you say?”
“Hard to tell really when you’re halfway across the room.”
You slipped off the slab slowly, adjusting your skirt to make sure you weren’t stepping on any of the fabric, tossing it to trail behind you as you moved around the pedestal. Your steps were quick and sure as you made your way towards him, the incredibly human appearance of him seeming to help put you at enough ease to be brave, feeling too nettled to be anything other than fearless as you strode up to the demonic creature. You stopped close to him, half a pace between your bodies, jerking your hand up to point one finger at him with as much furious intent as you could, noting the way his eyes nearly crossed for a moment as he peered down at the digit curiously just before he looked upon your frowning face.
“I’ve had so many things that I’ve wanted to say to you for years that I don’t even know where to begin!”
“Hmmm. Perhaps start with the first thing that comes to mind and work from there?”
He looked almost bemused, irritatingly handsome face still smirking as he tilted his head, continuing to lean on his cane with the other hand stuffed into the pocket of his slacks, the very picture of casual. That only pissed you off more.
“First of all, your tastes are unbelievably ridiculous and I can’t believe that you buy into some silly, overly conservative ideal that virgins are somehow these innocent, pure little things! Just because you’re the first person…being…whatever that I’ll be having sex with doesn’t mean that it’s going to be what taints me! I’m already plenty tainted and dirty, so you can take that antiquated nonsense and-”
You fell silent, jaw dropping as the Benefactor threw his head back and laughed, the sound of it loud and uninhibited. He moved off his cane to stand up straight, tucking it under his arm as he practically cackled, so amused that it annoyed the absolute hell out of you. It would have been a pleasant, contagious laugh otherwise.
“Stop laughing at me!”
“I’m not laughing at you, little gift. Not at you at all. It’s what you said.”
At your expression, a visible mix of vexation and confusion, he continued.
“You are plenty pure, darling. Not completely, of course. No one who hasn’t just been born ever is. But, you are nevertheless a fairly pure, good soul and it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that you’ve never had a cock inside you. Virginity means very little as far as virtue or even anything is really concerned. It only means what each person wants or chooses for it to mean.”
“Oh wow. Really?”
“Yes. I’ve met plenty of people who thought themselves good or pious, righteous even, and they were as corrupt as any demon. The purest person I’ve ever met, in truth, was centuries ago…a woman who sold her body day in and day out to feed her family, who gave half of what she earned to people who weren’t even hers to care for. Never hurt a soul, never told a hurtful lie. Never met a more pristine soul and she had more than her fair share of lovers.”
Had there been flies in the room, you’d have likely swallowed them all with how long your mouth stayed dropped wide open, eventually snapping it shut with a growing smile. Years of refuted opinions having been vindicated, you couldn’t help jumping up and down a few times, feeling so happy to have been right, to have spoken to someone who not only agreed with your assessments but had even gone so far as to confirm the validity of them.
“Thank you! I’ve been thinking this for years! I’ve tried to tell my family a few times and they never wanted to listen! Wait…hang on…if you don’t buy into the whole 'virginity equals purity’ spiel then…why the heck have you been expecting a diet of virgins all these years?”
“That was never a stipulation of mine, in truth.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Let’s have a seat and chat, shall we?”
The Benefactor turned away from you, cane clicking against the ground now and again with his steps, and you watched as he meandered over to a set of matching chairs, their seats looking plush and inviting. You’d been absolutely positive that they hadn’t been there before, baffled by their appearance, and the demon turned to regard you in amusement, gesturing to the chair opposite of that which he’d come to stand by. Mutely, you followed after him.
“Demon,” he reminded you, waiting until you’d cautiously settled into your chair before he followed suit in its twin. “I have a number of tricks at my disposal.”
“Riiiiight. Chair conjuring, torch lighting, wind producing…you’re just full of random surprises.”
“Oh, but you’ve barely scratched the surface, little gift. So, your family?”
“Yes, my family.”
He slipped the hat from his head, drawing your attention to his perfect trimmed and styled hair, platinum blonde in color. It looked soft in spite of its hue, somehow went so well with the rich color of his skin and his eyes, dark whenever they weren’t prone to shifting into crimson. He set his hat down upon a small table resting between the chairs, seeming to miss your double-take as you noticed the suddenly appearing piece of furniture, settling one ankle atop his knee before he began.
“The first of your bloodline who summoned me long, long before you’d ever been born had been willing to pay any price for wealth and prosperity, so I proposed to him that for one night, on All Hallows Eve, he would give a member of his family to me. It was a coincidence that she’d been a virgin and sleeping with her hadn’t been my intention at all. Human lives are painfully short, so the whole of a night is actually a large chunk of time to give up to a demon when your kind has so little of it to offer. Her company alone sufficed plenty. The fact that she gave herself to me sexually was merely a very lovely bonus.”
“So, you never expected some sort of virgin sacrifice for every Offering Ceremony?”
“No. I’ve never expected sex in general. It may surprise you to learn that many of the offerings I’ve been presented with over the centuries have never known my touch. Dozens were too afraid to even come close to me on their own and contrary to what tales might tell you, we demons want our partners willing. I’d have figured that they’d have relayed that to the others, debunked the assumption of my wants every time there’s never been any sort of consummation, but your family is…”
“Full of greedy, blithering idiots who are too stuck in their ways to learn some sense?”
“More blunt than I’d actually intended to put it, but very true.”
He hadn’t stopped smiling for a minute since he’d first appeared, but there was a definite sort of approval to the way he grinned at you, dimples in his cheeks that made him look almost boyish and far, far too sweet for someone who was apparently from hell, the underworld, or whatever dark realm may have sired him. You had to admit, the attractiveness of him seemed far easier to notice and accept after hearing him shed a little light on part of your family history even if it was incredibly possible, given what he was, that he’d simply been lying about the whole damn thing.
For the sake of your own plans, you elected to give him the benefit of the doubt.
“Have many of the women before been like me?”
“Not at all. You, little gift, are a first. I’ve encountered plenty who feared me, many who worshiped me, dozens who lusted after me, but none who have ever come at me full of fire and accusation. You’re the bravest yet.”
“And how much has that irritated you?”
“It’s done nothing of the sort. I like it. If anything, you interest me.”
He leaned his elbow against the arm of his chair, settling his chin to rest in the palm of his hand as he looked you over and you almost felt a little self-conscious to have him appearing as interested in you as he claimed to be. You supposed that having him find you so intriguing might very well work to your benefit, so you did your best not to bristle under his intense stare or the way his smirk began to show teeth.
“By all rights, you ought to be as corrupt and greedy as the rest of your kin, but I can see it in you; a desire to be better than all that. I can even glean that you want them to be better despite bearing them no love and regardless of the fact that it might be fruitless. I can feel a number of qualities in you that your relatives seldom possess…kindness, a will to work for what you want…but also defiance as well. You are very, very different from anyone who has ever stepped into this chamber.”
You stood up, taking a few steps away from the chair to collect yourself after the flurry of praises he’d heaped upon you. The entirety of your life had been spent hearing lies, receiving complimentary words and sighs of appreciation that had been devoid of anything really genuine, so you’d developed a skill for being able to tell when honeyed words were all sweetness and no truth. Nothing that the Benefactor had said had felt akin to falsehood or some sort of idle flattery. They’d felt real as if he’d absolutely meant them, and it was starling to be spoken of so highly in a way that hadn’t felt like a forced nicety. It was as welcoming as it was a little off-putting and you felt as if you needed a moment to collect yourself in the wake of it, seeking out some sort of calm in the aftermath of his warm, dulcet tones.
Spinning around, you found that the demon had remained seated, still watching you as if heavily intrigued by what might come next, what actions or words you might have to share with him now. Your discussion and his revelations, his compliments, had distracted you from your original intentions and you wanted to test your luck, see just how much you could take your own fate into your hands. Taking in a steadying breath, you stared straight into his eyes from across the distance, squaring your shoulders to make yourself look as bold as you felt, making sure that you spoke with clarity and stability as you put your plan into motion.
“I came here, according to everyone else and I’m sure as you’re expecting, to fulfill the duty that was passed down to me, but if you can see that I’ve got a rebellious side to my nature then you should know that I’m not one who wants to continue toeing the line.”
“I suspected as much. So tell me then, what more it is that you’ve wanted to say to me. I’m waiting.”
“I want to make a deal of my own.”
His eyes lit up at those words, blooming with a vivid carmine that seemed to glow. The torch light around him faded, cloaking him entirely in shadow, but you could still see the brightness of those red eyes staring back at you. They disappeared with a blink and his form wandered away from that dark place, striding towards you with irises returned to their less imposing brown, hat and cane left behind, hands hidden in his pockets. You neither backed away nor cowered as he drew closer, stopping before you, body much nearer than it had yet been while still not touching you, the height of him requiring you to crane your neck back to meet his eyes, and you did so without hesitation.
“They gave me up as an offering, as a gift, for their own purposes, but I belong to myself. So on my terms, I’m offering myself to you in exchange for your former pact to end. End it, so that I will be the last person who ever has to set foot in this room. Take away the magic that grants my family all that they’ve gotten up to this point. Take it away, so they have to work to keep all they have, just like anyone else.”
“It will apply to you as well, you know, if I take that magic away. If they lose it all due to their own failings, you too will suffer that.”
“I don’t care. I don’t want what I haven’t earned or made for myself. Hopefully, they’ll be smart enough, work hard enough to keep it all. They shouldn’t have it continually handed to them.”
“I can give you this. But, the price I’ll expect is only your time. Not your body or anything else. Just the same as I’ve always expected of everyone before you. No more or less.”
“And if I want to give you my body?”
The Benefactor moved so quickly your eyes couldn’t follow it, a whisper of wind rushing around you and suddenly he was no longer before you, but standing at your back. You felt it as he leaned down, lips hovering near your ear yet never touching you, shivering at the warm feel of his breath. He extended an arm, holding his hand up before you so you could see it, the pads of his thumb and middle finger pressing together.
“Then I will make you feel more pleasure than you’ve ever thought possible.”
He snapped his fingers, the sound echoing loudly in the chamber, but you were numb to it as a rush of sensation flooded your entire body, overwhelming and indescribable. It felt like fireworks beneath your skin, a shuddering that overtook you, the place between your legs pulsing with potent bliss, and you cried out at the way it felt. Your knees gave out as it rushed over you, coming in powerful waves, and the demon at your back looped an arm around your waist to catch you before you could fall, lowering himself with you until you were both settled on your knees. He held you as you trembled and whimpered, core feeling so warm and slick. His lips brushed your cheek, the shell of your ear, and you couldn’t help reclining back against his chest, practically in his lap, overcome with the incredible feeling of experiencing your first orgasm ever.
“A little magic on my part. I could snap my fingers again and again, have you cumming all throughout the night until your legs would be rendered useless by morning and I’d be able to do it without ever having to touch you. But, I have a feeling that would be too easy for your liking.”
You shivered, slowly shifting until you were closer to facing him, and you reached up to grip your fingers into his hair, lips nearly touching his as you panted. Slowly, you managed to flash him a breathless smile, kissing him lightly and you found that you loved the way his smirk grew wider, dimples deepening.
“I want to touch you. I want you to touch me. I want to experience everything I’ve been denied my whole life and when I walk out of here in the morning, I want to still feel the memory of you inside me.”
“There is one another price that I require first.”
His hand, large and warm, trailed over the expanse of your back, its twin stroking down the side of your neck to feel the rapid pounding of your pulse. Even that, simple as it was, made you feel freer and more alive than you ever had before.
“What is it?”
“Give me your name.”
“YN. It’s YN,” you whispered, happy to pay such a price. “What’s yours? Or am I going to be moaning 'Benefactor’ all night.”
He chuckled and the sound was somehow the sweetest thing you thought you’d ever heard.
“Namjoon.”
He kissed you then, without restraint or softness, plump lips sealing against yours to make your eyes close and your erratic heart continue at its quickened pace. A lack of experience or knowledge seemed to mean nothing, instinct enough to help you figure out what you wanted, lips parting to welcome a deeper kiss and Namjoon gave you what you craved without pause. The feel of his tongue slipping into your mouth was impossibly sweet and you wondered as your own glided against it, let him show you what to do, if the taste of him was another bit of his magic. You couldn’t define what it was, depict how he tasted exactly, deciding that his name was a suitable enough description and you promised yourself you’d commit the perfection of his mouth to memory, lingering in your mind for the rest of your days.
Your fingers carded through his hair, marveling at how soft it was, just as soft as it had looked, and you swore he nearly purred at the way your nails scraped along his scalp, the sound making you long for more, greedy for every blissful experience you had coming to you. His hands kneaded your hips and massaged your back, fingers deft and skillful, making you melt completely, leaning wholly into the stability of his tall form. You felt dazed and even happy when he pulled away from the kiss, gazing down at you with a look that you swore seemed almost affectionate, perhaps even fond, one of his hands moving to your face just so that he could trace your kiss-swollen lips with his thumb.
“One orgasm, one kiss, and you’re already so far gone for me. Having you tonight will be the sweetest satisfaction I’ve had in ages. I can’t wait to show you every thing you’ve been missing.”
“I can’t wait for you to show me either.”
“Let’s not keep each other waiting then.”
He scooped you up into his arms like you weighed about as much as a dry fall leaf, cradling your body to his chest as if you were something he deemed precious to him. Namjoon turned to walk towards the nearby plinth, taking a few steps near to it before he drew to a halt, pursing his lips at the sight.
“I see nothing has changed. With as much wealth as my power has granted your family, you would think they would at least dedicate something to having a bed installed in here.”
“Right?! Bunch of jerks…”
Shaking his head, he let the undersides of your knees rest against his wrist, temporarily freeing his hand for a snap of his fingers, and you’d initially been drawn to that motion, tensing as you wondered if he’d use his magic to make you cum again. Feeling the reaction of your body, Namjoon let out a soft laugh. He looked ahead and nodded to direct your gaze, eyes following to see that the stone pedestal had been replaced by a proper bed. It looked incredibly soft, covered in a beautiful crimson duvet and several pillows that looked well-stuffed and fluffy. Had you been tired rather than incomparably horny, your first thought would have been how easy it might be to fall asleep on such a luxurious bed. Instead, all your brain could focus on was how nice and sturdy the frame looked, likely able to withstand how thoroughly you’d soon be fucked upon it.
Namjoon crossed the remaining distance to set you gently down upon the edge, your bottom sinking into the plush mattress, and he stood back from you, reaching up to start sliding off his blazer. You sat still, watching him and giving your undivided attention, one of his brows lifting as his hands reached for the buttons of his shirt.
“You could just magic your clothes off, couldn’t you?”
“Now where’s the fun in that? I’ll note that you could just as easily help me take them off as well.”
“Why do that when I can enjoy the show?”
At that, he started to unbutton his shirt slowly, taking all the time in the world, and his eyes held your gaze the whole while until you realized he was close to done, looking down to watch as the shirt was untucked from his slacks, both sides coming open. He pushed the garment back, material gliding down his arms until he was free of them, and you felt awed by the sight of him. His body was as perfect to you as his face, slightly muscular and defined, but not overly large or bulky, his frame more compact and suited to the height he possessed. You found yourself biting your lip without even thinking about it, staring at the lines of his hips and the way they formed a perfect v, directing your eyes to the top of his slacks. Your hands were reaching out for him before you knew it, fingers curling into the band of his pants to drag his body closer, between your parted thighs. You wanted to undress him further, see and feel your fingers tracing every defined yet not overstated dip and swell of muscle across his abdomen, wondering how he might taste.
“You can tell me what you want, YN. You don’t have to be afraid to voice your desires with me.”
Being able to speak your wants aloud without being admonished for them was entirely new to you, scary for a moment before he’d whispered his reassurances. Feeling somehow safer with a demon than you ever had with anyone else, capable of voicing your wants and needs as you saw fit, you resolved to do precisely that, speaking with confidence.
“I want you in my mouth.”
“You want to suck my cock, sweetness? Take it between those pretty lips?”
“Yes.”
“Then, by all means, do as you like.”
Free to enjoy yourself as you liked and excited because of it, the fingers you’d settled at his waist began to move against the material with more purpose, opening the front of his trousers eagerly. Namjoon made no move to help you, watching you with that same bemused little grin as he kept his hands at his sides to let you do as you pleased, his slacks falling to the floor with a swift shove of your hands. He’d been wearing nothing in the way of underwear and it surprised you that you’d not been able to see the shape of him before you had him naked, lips parting in shock at the size of his cock. It hung between his legs reddened with arousal, an incredibly girthy, solid cock that looked almost heavy. You gently cradled the underside in your palm, feeling the warmth and weight of it, touch gently moving down so that you could grip your fist around its base to find that your fingertips barely met about the circumference. A tiny part of you wondered how bad it would ache to try taking something so full, so thick inside you, but you were anxious to discover that pain however great or minimal it might be, the thought of him filling you up making your sensitive cunt grow all the more slick with need.
You explored him for a few moments, mapping out his shape and the velvety soft feeling of his flesh, tracing veins and curiously drawing your thumb against a tiny bead of slick gathering at the broad tip, questing down further to cup his pair in your hand, massaging them as you brought your other hand in to play. You kept it up, one hand exploring the softness beneath his shaft as the other stroked slowly from the tip and down, pleasuring him with your curiosity, pussy aching harder as the sight of more wetness weeping from the tiny slit crowning his cock. Namjoon’s hips faintly twitched as you had your fun acquainting yourself with his body, but he kept them as still as he could as not to control the pace, letting out barely discernible breaths in response to your touches. Glancing up at his face, you found that you liked the way that his eyes had become lidded with his own desire, plush lips parted, eyes a beautiful, earthy tone.
It wasn’t enough and you wanted more, slipping down from the bed to lower yourself to your knees before him, tongue lapping at the growing pearls of white dripping down to follow the capped curve of his cock head. It was warm and mildly salty on your tongue, neither bad nor good, yet you liked it just the same, taking your time licking up every droplet, wet muscle circling all around the tip until finally, Namjoon groaned. The sound was what many likely would’ve called sinful, but you thought it was better than music to your ears, eyes drifting up to see him looking down at you, chest starting to rise and fall with a bit more speed.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Are you having fun getting your first taste of my cock?”
“I’ll like it more if you keep making those sounds for me.”
“Trust me, there’s plenty more to come if you continue. I’ve never been one to be quiet at times like these.”
“Happy to hear it.”
You wanted to experience more of him, taking one long and teasingly slow lave all upward along the underside of his dick, relishing the feel of him before you opened your mouth, lips parting around the tip to let him slip inside. It was a heavy weight resting on your tongue, thickness stretching your lips as you eased forward, trying to take him as far as you could, and you whined softly around his prick due to the struggle. You drew back to lick and suck at his head, pumping the rest of him in a tight fist made slippery, your mouth having moistened his flesh, pressing forward to try taking him a little deeper on the next attempt. It burned when he hit the back of your throat, eyes watering as you looked up at him, trying to let him sink deeper only to find that it was too much, pulling off of his cock with wet lips as you panted and coughed lightly.
“Don’t take more than you can handle or you want. Everything you’ve done thus far already feels exquisite. Even just watching you fill your mouth with as much of my cock as you can is satisfying me, YN.”
“But I want it deep…as deep as I can take it.”
“I will be. Soon.”
He reached down to wipe a path of slickness slipping past the corner of your mouth to trail towards your chin, gently rocking his hips forward to feel the brush of your soft lips against his dick and you let them open to take him back inside, sucking and slurping with messy, loud enthusiasm.
“When I’m inside your tight little cunt, I’ll go as deep as you want.”
The thought made you feel like you were burning, every part of your body craving touch, whether your own or his. After he’d used his magic to make you cum, given you that first true taste of how good your body could feel, you needed more badly, finding that you’d begun to moan as you took his cock as deep as you felt you could, working your hands to ensure that you left no part of his length unattended, inspiring him to let you hear more of those amazing sounds of his. Namjoon far from disappointed you, head thrown back as he groaned even louder, the sound deep and enticing, making you all the more aware of your breasts and your pussy, thighs clenching together again and again in response to every huff of breath he made, each grunt of pleasure he let you hear.
“Love it like this. Loud and wet and so fucking messy…hands and lips so soft…tasting me like you’ve never loved anything more than how my cock feels. Could get off from the sound of this alone. Would love to feel you swallowing my cum.”
You wanted to. Fuck, but you wanted to, wondering how good it would be to hear him fall apart while you had your mouth on him, feeding you every thick drop of cum he had to give, his eyes glowing red as he watched your throat work it down. The thought of it fueled the sparks of faint pleasure you experienced every time you squeezed your thighs together, clenching around nothing while desperately needing to feel something more. Still so sensitive and needy, the pressure was just enough to send you over the edge again, a softer orgasm that felt good yet hadn’t fulfilled you completely drawing your mouth from his length, hand working him fast as your eyes closed and his name came as a whining cry from your lips.
He had you on your feet before your shudders had even ended, turning you around to press you towards the bed, and your empty hands were soon gripping the edge of the mattress, hearing the sound of fabric tearing as your dress was ripped to shreds, left in silky tatters around your feet. Your panties, drenched and useless were gone just as quickly, bare core exposed to the open air only to be covered again by something else, by the firm warmth of his thigh pressing between both of yours. His arms wound around your body, hands cupping your breasts as his mouth found the backs of your shoulders, letting you hear every kiss he planted on your skin. You felt the flick and rub and pinching of his fingers against your nipples all the way down to your cunt, whimpering at how good it felt as he ground his thigh up into your heat, stimulating you directly for the first time. There’d been an instant gratification when he’d used his magic to make you fall apart, but the lack of a build up, a slowly overwhelming climb, had kept it from feeling half as incredible as what you were experiencing at that moment. The pressure of his muscular leg against your clit was nothing short of divine, his lips nearly sweet in their worship of your skin, but too soft, not quite what you needed, body greedy for something else.
“Harder, please. I want to see you all over my skin tomorrow. I wanna still be able to feel all of it.”
“Like this?” he asked you seconds before you felt the pressure of his lips sucking deeper colors into the side of your neck, his teeth scraping along to your shoulder to bite down without puncturing the flesh. “You want me to mark you all over, let everyone see how well I fucked you? How thoroughly I sated you?”
“Yes!”
“Fuck, you’re a temptation, YN. I’d keep you if I knew you wanted to be kept.”
You felt him leaving the proof of his presence everywhere he could reach, blooms from suction and bites creating constellations all across your shoulders and your throat, like he was mapping his own galaxy on your skin. You hoped to feel the marks on your chest and your stomach, all over your thighs, wanting to see his handiwork for days and days after he’d gone from your life, craving a memory you could see and reflect on joyfully as you strode to leave your old life behind you. The loss of his thigh had your hands covering the backs of his, trying to keep his hands on your breasts for fear that he’d end that caress too, letting out a surprised gasp as the thick weight of his cock nudged between your legs, shaft settling to rest against the seam of your pussy.
“Close your thighs around it,” he told you and you did as he asked, uncertain of what to expect until he started moving.
Your own wetness had left your inner thighs slippery, letting his dick glide back and forth across your core with smooth movements, the tip of his erection nudging your clit with every pass. It created an amazing sort of friction, even better than what his thigh had provided, and you found your hips soon moving, rocking slowly to increase the pleasure. He was so long that you could see the head of his prick pressing up from between your clenched thighs every time he angled his pelvis forward, see it brushing the swollen bud crowning your sex again and again, glimpsing his hands as one moved to settle against your stomach while the other remained attentive to your breasts.
“Every part of you is so soft, so warm. I’ll bet it’s even better inside you. I wonder what I should give you next, what I should fill you with first. My fingers maybe? Perhaps my tongue?”
“Your cock?”
“Soon enough. I promised you more pleasure than you thought possible and there’s much of it that I can show you well before I split you open on my cock.”
You leaned your body against his chest, feeling steadied by his body and his hold on you, wholly accepting of the kiss he gave you when you turned your head to the side to seek his mouth. Every moan you let out was half silenced by the presence of his tongue caressing yours, each brush or suction of his lips, and when you first felt a gentle tug of his teeth you thought it was the sweetest pain you’d ever experienced. You hadn’t known that pain even could feel that way. You reached down with one hand, cupping it around the head of his cock to stroke him further, letting the wet slide of your folds and your fist pleasure him even more, your hips moving with more intent, desperate to seek out the growing release you could feel building all over again, certain to be better than the two you’d had thus far.
“Good as this feels, I want you spread out on the bed for me. I know you’re close and I need to taste it when you cum this time.”
It was hard to make yourself still, partly wanting to refuse him when stopping what felt so damn good was so difficult, but you knew you needed the experience of such a beautiful, plush mouth covering your core to lap up every bit of wet that coated you. Releasing your grip just as he released his, you fell forward onto the bed and crawled onto it with shaking limbs, turning to flop heavily on your back, knees bent and upraised, thighs stretched wide open without a stitch of embarrassment. You wanted him to see how wet and puffy your folds were, how your clit had peaked in its swollen state, and you felt a surge of immense confidence to see the way his eyes burned as he stared at you, tongue drawing across his lips.
“You are your own, sweet thing. Not theirs to give to me. But, make no mistake, I will consider getting to feel you cumming against my mouth a gift nevertheless.”
He laid himself out on the bed, stretched out across it with his belly and cock to the sheets, thumbs framing your folds to gently draw them open, smirking at the sight of your sopping entrance, watching it convulse with the want of something slipping inside.
“So ready to be fucked raw, clenching all needy and wanting, trying to beckon me inside. You’re dripping, YN. Getting wetter just from feeling my breath on your cunt. I can tell you’re going to taste so fucking good.”
His tongue lapped at you just once, taking one slow, savoring taste of your pussy and when he moved on to slip his tongue inside you, such a soft, wet feeling, you heard him moaning at the flavor of you. Your hips bucked immediately, begging him for more, swearing his tongue felt longer than a normal human’s for a moment as it stroked a steady in and out, your slick coating it, covering his lips and his chin in minutes. His mouth was shining with wetness when he drew back, glancing up from between your thighs all lascivious grins and appraising looks, large hands stroking lazy circles across your stomach to sooth the jittery shaking he felt in you, your want so pronounced it felt nearly taxing.
“Relax for me. Let me make you feel better. I promise, what comes next will have you screaming my name.”
You let your tension ease as much as you could when it felt as if you were touching a live wire, so anxious and ready that you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold on before you started begging Namjoon to go straight to fucking you. His hands settled on your hips, holding you as his mouth returned to your sex, pressing a gentle kiss directly to your clit just to feel you jolt with anticipation, eyes shutting to savor it when he sucked the bud between his lips. The light suction felt like you imagined heaven was meant to, your hands searching across the bed all around you to find something to hold, anything to stabilize you when his tongue started working all over your clit, firm and feverish laves sending you reeling. You tugged at the sheets for a time, feet moving back and forth across the bed as he licked and tasted, teasing you every time he paused to suck or nip more bruises across your inner thighs, each one seeming to make a nonsensical road map which guided him back to your pussy.
“They only call things sinful when they’re too good to be true, when they feel too exquisite to be anything other than damning. If that were true, if this alone could condemn you, would you want me to stop?”
“No! Don’t you dare stop!”
He looked approving rather than put off by the commanding tone of your voice, seeming pleased as he kept eye contact, letting you see his tongue lap at your clit slow as could be from top to bottom, one of his hands leaving your hip to settle between your thighs. You couldn’t look away as he repeated the agonizingly slow stroke, taking care as he started to fill you up with one long finger at the same time, slipping in until buried to the last knuckle. It felt so good, made you seize up around it to bid that he provide you with more, the easy glide of that digit’s in and out making you feel fluttering in the pit of your stomach.
“It’s all lies that things like this are wrong. Your gorgeous cunt…the way it tastes so sweet…there’s nothing in this world or the next that can compare to it.”
He gave you a second finger and then a third, easing each one into you, eyes only on your face when they weren’t glued with near devoted attention to the view before him, watching your pussy stretch and accept his fingers just right. Even the subtle burn of it felt like nothing at all, easily ignored when the pleasure was significantly stronger, spiking higher whenever he leaned in to let you hear his mouth lavish your clit with wet caresses. He pulled away with a wet pop every time, just to watch his fingers fuck you for a while, let you hear his voice as he heard the bliss in yours, whines and mewls begging him to never stop.
“You’re so tight, but your pretty pussy is swallowing my fingers up, taking them so well…just as well as you’ll take my cock. I’m a greedy demon, YN, but I’ve always been patient. You feel so good already that you’re nearly making me lose control. I’m already dying to be inside you, fuck you so deep that you’ll feel me for the rest of your life. You make me want to ruin you for everyone who will come after me.”
“Then ruin me. Make it so I can never forget how good you make me feel.”
“You really want that?”
You sat up on your elbows, reaching out to comb your fingers through his hair, gentle and affectionate until you gripped the strands a little tighter, letting him feel you clamp down so hard his fingers went still inside your core. You arched your hips up towards his face, showing him your willingness, your want, moving your legs to rest over his shoulders.
“I do. Make me cum, Namjoon. Until I can’t take it anymore.”
He seemed to not want to deny you, groaning as he sealed his lips around your clit and pumped his fingers at a rapid tempo, every sound he made as blissful and loud as your own, body falling back to the mattress to ride out the pleasure that only took you higher, the steady build of your orgasm shifting to a swift climb. It had your hands moving across your chest, desperately gripping his hair and the sheets, unable to settle on what you needed to hold more. Your pussy was so wet that his fingers created a slick sound matched only by his mouth, pushing you along faster and faster until you were cumming before you were even fully prepared for it. Your back arched off the bed, his name a scream so loud that you heard the reverberation of it all around you for endless minutes when the pleasure had his name on your lips again and again. Namjoon neither slowed nor relented, not even when you started shaking from how it had begun to feel like too much, even the faint touch of the rings he wore brushing your folds feeling like they could send you into sensory overload. You felt how wet his fingers were when he finally pulled them out, hands gripping the backs of your knees to push your legs up until they were touching your shoulders as he folded you, mouth following your cunt as the position changed just so he could keep tasting you. The overstimulation bordered on painful, but it was an exquisite pain and you couldn’t make yourself ask him to stop yet, watching him in a haze as his head moved from side to side, mouth sealed over your pussy, licking your clit and slurping up all of your slick like he needed it to survive, his mouth practically drenched when he finally found the will to pull away.
Namjoon stared down at you once he was done, expression nearly dazed as he panted, dragging his tongue across his glossy lips, your skin perspiring while his was nowhere near it. He turned his head to make a show of wiping his face clean on the inside of your thighs, peppered still with so many marks, legs drawn down to lay flat upon the mattress and he crawled the rest of the way over you. His cock remained firm and wanting against your stomach as he kissed you, fed you the taste of your own body, his arms around you, feeling how you quivered still in the aftermath of all the pleasure he’d provided. You felt weary and spent, unsure if you had any strength left in you, but the lingering pulse between your legs made you want more still, as if all your years of never being allowed such experiences had filled you with a yearning that could not be easily sated. Namjoon seemed to want to let you collect yourself, offering no sign of trying to move things further just yet, contenting himself regardless of his own lack of complete satisfaction with letting his kisses grow softer, so gentle you found yourself sighing out your enjoyment between each light peck.
The amount of time which had passed felt uncertain to you, but by the time Namjoon finally pushed himself up enough to look down at you, one hand ghosting a feather-light caress along the apple of your cheek, you felt less shaky yet no less aroused.
“You want more,” he whispered with a delighted grin, words more statement than question.
“I do.”
“And what is it that you want next, YN?”
Your hands move to his shoulders, giving him the lightest push until he sat up before you, leaving you free to do the same.
“Lay on your back.”
Namjoon turned and let himself fall, reclined comfortably against the mountain of pillows, one arm flung up by his head while the other settled across his abdomen to make him look like the picture of comfort and relaxation. His pale hair and the near glowing color of his skin stood out beautifully against the crimson of the bedding, making him look like pure sin as he laid before you nude and still erect, moving his hand lower to give his cock one lazy stroke. Had you not been so anxious for things to continue on, you thought you might have been happy to simply sit and enjoy the show he might provide, watch him stroke his cock until you could see the spill of his cum dotting all across his chest. Instead, you swung a leg over his hips and settled yourself down to rest atop his thighs just below his length, watching the intrigued look that came upon his features.
“Want to ride me, sweetness?”
When you nodded, feeling not a stitch of fear at the thought, Namjoon crooked one long, ring-clad finger at you, a come hither invitation to do as you pleased.
“Then, by all means, come and seat yourself down on my cock. Take everything you want for yourself.”
You lifted up, walking on your knees until your pelvis was aligned with his, core hovering just above his dick. Namjoon’s hand stayed in place, gripping the base to help you find where to go, and you spread your slippery folds open with two fingers, shifting down just enough to feel the tip nudging against your entrance. It took time to shift and maneuver yourself, find the right angle to allow your body to start taking him properly, a gasp of near surprise flying from your lips as you felt him slowly easing inside, the tip starting to part your cunt wide. You reached down to brace your hands against Namjoon’s shoulders for balance, his hands reaching for you, helping to stabilize you further as your thighs tensed.
“Slowly, YN. Let me feel you take it inside slowly, so we can both savor every inch.”
You nodded your head, determined to ignore whatever pain might come, Namjoon’s hands gentle where they’d settled, one on your hip while the other had come to rest against your lower abdomen, close to your mound. Bit by bit, you let gravity lead you down, feeling it as you speared yourself on his cock, inner walls stretched wide around the broadness of it, but remarkably there seemed not to be a single bit of pain, not even mild discomfort. Namjoon’s palm felt abnormally warm where it rested above your sex and you watched as his eyes sparked crimson again, his smile knowing as he watched you, letting you know that he would take care of you, allow for nothing, but pleasure that night. You felt relieved by that, all the more appreciative of the capabilities of his magic, lowering yourself further and further until you were full to the brim, seated completely on the whole of his cock. You stilled to savor the feeling, moving your hands to cover his as both settled on your hips, letting your head angle back with the softest sigh at how perfect he felt inside you.
“You feel so good,” you told him, rocking your hips back and forth slowly, wanting to see how it felt, and he rewarded you with a low groan, leading your eyes back down to his face.
Namjoon’s almost laid-back aura had slightly faded, grin long gone as his mouth dropped open, pleasure written so clearly in his eyes, their color showing no signs of returning to their less imposing brown. You wondered if your expression was the same, the feel of his cock moving just slightly within you, utterly gloved by your cunt, was somehow even better than the feel of his fingers and mouth combined. It was a very different kind of pleasure, but also a different kind of extraordinary made all the more fulfilling by the knowledge that it was a bliss you’d taken for yourself, a symbol of forgotten limitations and broken shackles. You were free, well and truly free, and the feeling was beyond exquisite, made you lean down to kiss him, hips continuing their gentle rolling, loving the mix of sensations as his prick rubbed you just right and his lips touched yours with incredible tenderness.
“Can I keep going?”
“Do whatever feels right, YN. You’re free to experience everything you crave, so do what pleases you. Fuck yourself on me. Ride my cock slow or fast, cum as much as you can, and I promise you I’ll relish every moment. I love watching you give yourself over to your desires. I could watch you like this for eternity and never feel tired of it.”
You pushed yourself upright again, returning to your previous pose of pressing your hands to his chest, thighs tensing as you drew your hips up and let them fall, moaning sweetly as he filled you up again. Moving on him, lifting and dropping, feeling his cock parting you, again and again, you worked to find what you liked best while loving all of it, delighted in every second of the pleasure. You ground your hips down every time he hilted within you, worked your pussy over him until you could hear your hips slapping against his and feel a burning ache in your thighs. You rocked your hips as you had before, relishing the friction and the continued stretch. Leaning back, hands gripping his firm thighs, you bounced upon him and the angle was so amazing it had your legs trembling wildly, and you were nearly afraid you might pass out from the intensity of it all when one of Namjoon’s thumbs settled against your clit. The caress had you seeing stars, fingernails digging deep into his skin as you tried not to let your pace falter, feeling like your arms might give out as an orgasm crept up on you, the pleasure of it settling so deep within you that it seemed unending once it came upon you.
Namjoon sat up quickly, arms wrapping around you to pull you into his chest before you could fall back, rolling his hips beneath yours to ensure that the release was not as quick to taper off as it had been to arrive. You wrapped yourself around him, holding on and letting your head tuck into the side of his neck, shuddering breaths touching his skin as your pussy wavered around the twitching fullness of his dick, listening to the way he groaned between kisses pressed to your perspiring skin.
“So good, YN. You squeeze my cock so sweetly, like you’re trying to milk me dry until you’ve taken every drop of cum I can give you.”
“Want it,” you whispered, shaking hands wandering across the wide expanse of his back, trying to hold on. “Want your cum.”
“I’ll give it to you. Fill you until it’s dripping out of you for days. Once I’ve sated you fully.”
He laid you back, turning to ensure that you were nestled among the pillows, looking you over as you were settled before him, still trembling with the aftershocks of your climax, and you let him hold your thighs open, let sanguine eyes fixate on where he was still buried deep within you.
“I want to feel you cumming on my cock, over and over, watch myself sinking inside this beautiful, tight pussy until we’ve both had our fill and I can enjoy seeing how my cum spills out.”
You clenched him tight at the thought, wanting to feel everything he’d described, wondering how wonderful it might be to have him emptying himself into you, making an even bigger mess of you, and Namjoon groaned at the feel of you tightening further, a breathless chuckle sounding as he flashed a smile.
“You like that. I can feel how much.”
Namjoon drew one of your legs to drape over his hip, gripping the other to hike it up higher until it was settled over his shoulder, planting his hands beside your hips to keep his weight from smothering you, greedily swallowing up your moans as he started to move. He fucked his length into you at an even pace, pressing deep and rolling his hips with each thrust, leaving your hands free to touch him. You took complete advantage of that lack of restriction, caressing every inch of his chest, moving behind him to rake your nails down his back whenever he sank in deep and ground his hips in a way to ensure that you felt pressure on your clit. Angry, red lines decorated his back with every pass of your hands, signaling how good he was making you feel, and though they disappeared within seconds, healed almost immediately, the pleasure they signified never diminished. You could feel the way his ass tensed as you reached down to hold it, as if to drag him deeper still if it were possible, gripping the firm flesh until you wanted to move on, so focused on what you felt that you could never seem to settle on where you wanted your hands to stay.
No matter how good you felt, you knew that Namjoon felt just as good, hearing it with every wet smack of your bodies coming together and each guttural sound that lodged in his throat, practically vibrating in his chest when neither of you could last long before you were kissing again, feeling more addicted it seemed to the feel of his lips against your own than anything else. He made you feel amazing, unhinged and exultant, but it was your own desire that led you above all else, prompted you to give in to a temptation you’d never been allowed before, and you broke away from his mouth with a sharp gasp the second your own fingers touched your clit. He looked down to the place where you were joined, groaning long and low at the sight of you stroking yourself, eyes ultimately darting back to your face to enjoy the view your visible expressions of ecstasy provided.
“I wonder if you’ll think of me when you do this again…remember this night months, years down the road when you’re between lovers and you have only your own hands to pleasure you…”
Those words made you wonder if he might think of you as well, remember the deal you’d made and the way it had felt to be inside you as centuries passed, long after you were gone. It seemed unlikely, but you chose to believe that he would, wanted to entertain that possibility if only because you knew how right he was, how unforgettable he would always be. You wanted to make certain that your memory lingered in his mind, moving your hand from your clit to reach for him, craving the return of his mouth, aching to give him the taste of you all over again. You held his face, caressing his jawline and feeling the coolness of his earrings brushing the backs of your hands, angling your head to ensure that you could kiss him deeply, pleased by the way he pumped himself into you harder.
It was sudden and almost startling when Namjoon pulled out of you, hands hurried as they turned you over, moving you to your hands and knees. The emptiness you felt with the loss of him lasted only for a few seconds, chased away by the welcome return of his cock sinking back inside, and you released a keening cry at the feel of him sinking deeper than he had yet. The pace he set was quick and almost brutal, but it felt better still and you were amazed anew that you were even capable of feeling more pleasure than you already had thus far. The angle and depth had you gripping pillows so hard you wondered if it might be possible for your nails to pierce the fabric, cock rubbing along your g-spot with every thrust, the weight of his sack smacking your clit with every forward press. Your wetness coated the sheets beneath you, arousal and the proof of every orgasm he’d given you a near steady drip from your full cunt, the lingering hyper-sensitivity from how many times you’d cum so strong you weren’t positive how much longer you’d last before another took hold of you.
“Close…so fucking close…and you’ll cum with me, won’t you? I can feel you trembling…tightening…so ready to let go again…”
His hands gripped your hips so hard you were positive you’d find bruises there in the morning, but they would simply be more marks to join the rest you’d craved, more reminders of how much you’d enjoyed each other. He pulled you back towards him, dragging you into every thrust and you braced yourself on your arms, pushed back with as much strength as you had left, wanting to help him along, lead him to his release just as he was bringing you to yours. He sounded nearly feral behind you, groaning and growling, panting out profanities and praise in equal measure.
“Namjoon!”
His mirroring call of your name was softer and rougher, fading into a deeper sort of groan that sounded inhuman, making him seem every bit the demon that he was as he slammed forward and emptied himself inside you. You moaned at the feel of him pouring into you, cock nearly seeming to swell as it throbbed and he went still, staying as deep as he could while he found his end. It was warm, so incredibly warm, and the spill of his cum into the wet well of your fluttering pussy had you at the mercy of another orgasm, unrelenting in how it tore through you, leaving you close to faint as the tight knot within unraveled spectacularly. It was almost too much at first, had you writhing as you seemed to splinter into a thousand pieces, but Namjoon’s hands made you feel stable, his fingers feeling as if they’d started to tremble against your skin. He started to move again after a while, fucking his cock into you slowly, dragging out your mutual pleasure, letting it linger within until you felt the last thick pulse of his cum. Your core clenched hard one final time, trying to keep him in, until you finally felt the tension that seemed to cloak you from head to toe start to ease. Namjoon’s cock was soaked and slow to soften when he pulled back, easing out with care, and you let out an exhausted sigh as some of the thickness of his cum spilled out, hating to lose even a single drop.
You felt too worn out to do anything more than try to focus on breathing, thankful when Namjoon scooped you up, maneuvering both of your bodies until he’d settled his back to recline against the pillows, laying you comfortably atop his chest. It was an incredibly cozy place to be, you discovered immediately, and you found yourself smiling at how relaxed it made you to lay there upon him, feeling his hands wandering over your body with a sort of tenderness to every touch.
“Not going to fall asleep on me right away, are you? We still have plenty of hours left before sunrise.”
“I’m just resting my eyes. And everything else.”
He let out a soft chuckle, fingertips tracing each mark he’d left across your neck and shoulders, caress so gentle that it felt incredibly lulling. In truth, you could have fallen asleep if you’d felt ready to, the promise of resting in his warm arms so welcoming, making it beyond difficult to open your eyes once they’d fallen shut. It was the feeling of his cock resting against your belly, growing stiff again, that had you snapping out of your weary daze, tilting your head to fix him with a surprised look.
“No need to look so shocked. One of the many benefits of being a demon is the stamina we possess. I have a very swift recovery period, particularly when I’ve found someone especially intoxicating.”
Your core tingled at the thought of more, no matter how heavily exhaustion had begun to settle in, and you warred with the desire to have him again or rest, wishing that the hours you had before sunrise could last longer. You couldn’t presume to think that you’d see him again after that night, fully aware that sleeping with him had been merely a bonus attached to the deal you’d made, the most prevalent of your wants already sated. For as long as Namjoon had been around, you doubted his arrangement with your family was the only one, the only focus he had, so you hardly expected him to be a lingering fixture in your life, not after finally being set free from the ties which had initially bound you. As far as memories went, however, he would certainly be a good one.
“I won’t say I don’t want more, because I absolutely do. But, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t feeling mostly boneless right now.”
“I’d be surprised if you weren’t after how many times you came. If need be, I’m more than content to let you lay back and relax while I fuck you into this mattress. Or…”
He gripped your ass, dragging you further up his body until you could feel his cock settling between your legs, resting along your slit as it had been earlier that night, and the subtle shift had him grinding ever so slightly against your clit, his expression beyond pleased at the way you shivered in response.
“…you can lay here relaxed as can be on top of me while I make us both cum again.”
You answered him with your body, maneuvering yourself up just enough to slip a hand between you, gripping his cock to fit him against your cunt, feeling him slip in so well with the added slick provided by his cum. You laid yourself down upon him, cheek pillowed on his shoulder, eyes closing in contentment at the gentle bliss of him rocking in and out at an incredibly leisurely pace.
“I’ll need a break to rest at some point, but later. I wanna enjoy this as much as I can tonight before we both leave this place.”
Saying goodbye would be hard when you could confess to feelings of fondness for the demon inside you, who led you into one of many more sweet kisses to come. The imposing, almost loathsome idea of him you’d always carried had shifted with the events of that night until he’d become Namjoon, only Namjoon, and not the Benefactor you’d always known him to be. He’d been a part of your life forever while also being very temporary in so many ways, a fleeting lover whose presence you would always feel after that night due to what he’d given you, what you’d sought for yourself.
He’d be gone, but in that absence would come the life you’d always hoped for, uncertain yet still your own, and as much as you wanted to savor that night you also knew deep down that you couldn’t wait for sunrise.
You couldn’t wait to see where your freedom would lead you.
- -
“So, what are you dressing up as?”
“In all honesty, I haven’t really given it that much thought. Can’t exactly afford to go waste money on a costume.”
“Eh, you don’t need to go store-bought. You can just throw some stuff together from our closets and do something with your makeup.”
“Got any suggestions?”
“Not really, but we’ll figure it out later when we get home. Jimin’ll probably have some pretty good suggestions. He’s great at pulling last-minute costume ideas out of his ass.”
“And also at putting things in yours.”
“Oh shut up, YN!”
You couldn’t see your roommate, but you knew she had to have started blushing from your playful teasing, her slightly squeaky tone of voice letting you know that she was at least a little embarrassed. The tinge of laughter which followed her words showed you that you hadn’t truly upset her and you accepted the playful insults which came with a smile. Joking around had been fairly easy with Sunny since the moment your paths had crossed, when you’d met her in a shared class and she’d immediately taken you under her wing.
You’d been nervous and a little shy once you’d started your university life, unused to being in a new place and seeking out your own goals, having taken a fair deal of time to gain your footing. On some levels, you’d been unprepared for the difficulties you’d inevitably had to face once you’d left your childhood home behind and moved into your first campus dorm room, startled by the changes. Your parents had shown little care for your choice to seek out further education and determine your future career path, mildly perplexed by your insistence that you had no desire for the help their money would provide. In fact, they’d been close to indifferent for the most part, having little need to pay you any further mind when they thought you’d done your duty to the family, and it had been little surprise to you that you’d spoken to them only once since your departure. There’d been pain in that, in gaining further proof that they neither loved nor cared for you, but it had been fleeting in the wake of your new journey.
Leading your own life, without the influence or wealth your relations would have provided you, ensured that you’d indeed had to work especially hard, harder than you ever had. You’d come to understand just how much of Namjoon’s power had influenced your life as you’d started taking classes. In the past, you’d always studied vigorously, but assignments and exams had given you little trouble, anything you swore you’d struggled with seeming to click in your mind with a startling clarity whenever you’d taken a test, ensuring that you’d never once failed. Without his magic to guide you, there’d come points where those difficult pieces of information had been a struggle to remember without dedicating hours to your studies and every passing grade you’d received hadn’t been nearly as perfect as you’d grown accustomed to. Nevertheless, it gave you a sense of pride to have made it through by your own merit, reminded you all over again how free you’d truly become.
It had been challenging assimilating to the changes in your new life, the struggle of working tiresome jobs just to get by and finding yourself exhausted from little sleep. There’d even been moments where you’d struggled with thoughts of how worth it everything was, where you’d actually ached to still have even a small portion of the fortune you’d been born into. In the end, your own resolve and stubbornness had won out, leading you to keep trying no matter how hard it all felt until bit by bit, you discovered new things to offset the struggles you faced.
Befriending Sunny had been one marvelous change. As the first friend you’d ever really had, she’d brightened up your rougher days with her warm presence and shown you how amazing it could be to not only have someone to really talk to, laugh with, but also someone to lean on. Through her, you’d learned how to let yourself be open and vulnerable, come out of your shell, while also putting the empathic part of your own nature to good use by being there to lift her up when she felt down. By the time your second year of college had begun, you’d been welcomed into the apartment she shared with her boyfriend, Jimin, and living with the two of them had been the happiest home you’d ever had. As a duo, they’d led you to make several other friends and take time away from your studies every so often to just have a little fun, keeping a watchful eye on you during your first college party before setting you free once they were sure you’d found your footing.
Balancing your responsibilities and your indulgences had become infinitely easier by year two, to the point that you’d begun to feel all the more confident and alive. You’d filled your phone with contacts who you were happy to chat with and visit on the regular, like Seokjin and Hoseok, who’d always had you laughing. Your friends had helped you to try new things without pushing, leading to your first forays into drinking and hooking up. Sex had become a very enjoyable aspect of your new life, leading to plenty of casual or repeat connections, some immensely satisfying while others had been more lackluster. You’d let yourself explore your sexuality, kiss whoever you wanted to kiss who was willing to kiss you, and you’d even taken to occasionally having romps with Sunny and Jimin, delighted that doing so had never made things feel weird or uncomfortable between the three of you.
As you spent time finding yourself, blooming into the person you’d always hoped to be, you’d taken only brief moments to reflect on the family you’d left behind, wondering how they were faring. A bit of research had shown that some of the businesses attached to your family name had begun to struggle from mismanagement, another sure sign that Namjoon had kept to the deal you’d made. As cruel as it might have been, you took some smug delight in knowing that they’d have to start trying, really trying, to remain on top and it made you ponder as to if they’d begun to blame you for the signs of their misfortune. The last conversation you’d ever had with any of your relatives had been a short, terse conversation with your father, where he had indeed blamed you for failing to satisfy the Benefactor, accused you of being the cause for the trouble your family had begun to suffer. It had been tempting to brag and tell him the truth, but you’d had no desire to enter into a prolonged fight, telling him simply that you’d been told on the night of the Offering Ceremony that nothing could last forever, the Benefactor having stated that his influence would end with you as his final gift. The sound of a dial tone in your ear had been the exact finality you’d been waiting for and you’d thought little of your relatives since that last call.
“Is Hobi hosting the Halloween party this year?”
“Yep. The one last year was so great that everybody demanded he repeat it this year. I just hope I don’t get as obliterated this time.”
“Well, considering you were too drunk for sex after the party was over, I’m pretty sure Jimin will make sure you pace yourself.”
“This is true. Can’t have my boy being sad that he didn’t get to feel me grabbing his great pumpkin all night.”
“If that’s a reference to something, I don’t get it.”
“We’re watching some Charlie Brown when you get home. God, my poor, sheltered YN.”
“Oh shush. Anyway, I’ve gotta stop by the library to return a few books, so I’m gonna go. I’ll see you in a few hours.”
Sunny bid you goodbye and you ended the call, smiling briefly down at her name on the contact screen. You had a mountain of studying to do and assignments to finish before the party in a few days, but you were confident you’d manage it all, feeling warm with the thought of actually being excited about Halloween. You put your phone away, lifting your head to stare out across the campus lawns and all the fall colors that littered the trees, finding that the season made you happier than any other even despite the growing chill in the air, feeling it clinging to your fingertips. Lifting your hands, you started to blow onto them to try chasing away the icy feeling, pausing as someone held a coffee cup before your eyes, steam rising from the opening. It startled you, particularly when you hadn’t noticed someone taking a seat on the bench beside you, jerking your head to the side to stare in awe at the sight before you.
“I know it won’t warm you as well as my touch has, but I figured you might appreciate it nevertheless.”
He looked the same and yet so different, but you knew without a doubt that the man before you was Namjoon. His hair had become darker, a rich shade of brown, and he’d taken to wearing something other than the suit you’d remembered, a pair of dark slacks and a simple button-down beneath a long, wool coat. The glasses perched on the bridge of his nose suited him no matter how much you knew he had no need of them and you felt your heart nearly stop at the briefest burn of red behind the thin lenses, a slow smile working its way across your lips. Uncertain of what to say, you could only regard him in quiet wonderment as you took the drink he offered, cupping your hands around its warmth while he moved to take a sip of his own presumably caffeinated beverage.
“I’ll admit, I’ve been a little sad that you’re not taking my class.”
Snapping out of your near daze, you felt your expression growing incredulous as you took in his comment, turning so that you were facing him a bit more, wondering if you were experiencing some sort of strange, sudden fever dream.
“I’m sorry, wait. Hang on. Let me process this for a moment. You…you’re a professor here?”
“Of theology, yes.”
You snorted immediately, Namjoon’s growing grin showing that he was pleased by your reaction, no doubt finding just as much amusement of his own in the irony of a demon teaching a course which dabbled in studies of religion and the divine. It was borderline comical really to think about it, imagining how many of his students went to his class every day without ever knowing that they were sharing discussions about faith and God with someone who wasn’t human, who had no doubt chosen the subject purely for the entertainment it gave him.
“I can’t say I’m not surprised by what you’re teaching. I’m more surprised that you’re here teaching in the first place. Which, yeah, why and for how long? Also, hello. It’s been a while and it’s nice to see you.”
It truly was nice to see him if not a bit confusing and incredibly surreal, his face one you’d been certain would remain a wonderful memory. Having him sat beside you, appearing beyond relaxed as he sipped his warm beverage, looking every bit the college professor he claimed to be, had been the last thing you’d ever expected to experience. To say that you weren’t happy, however, would’ve been a total lie. Meeting him again felt amazing, chasing away what remained of the autumn chill until you felt warmth filling you to the brim, starting from your stomach and spreading out all the way to the fingertips clutching the drink he’d given you.
“The past year. The previous occult professor sadly passed away. Not my doing, I assure you. Without him, the university was surely lacking a very needed staff member and far be it for me to miss an opportunity to be blasphemous by earning a living I don’t need discussing religious culture.”
“Naturally.”
He eyed you over, gaze bleeding slowly into a soft brown as he regarded you from head to toe, licking his lips after another sip of his drink and you couldn’t help the way your thighs clenched at the sight.
“Two years is a drop in the bucket for a demon. We live forever and all that. But, somehow, I’ve felt every minute pass by with an agonizing slowness, like time started to move for me as it does for a mortal, ever since I left you sleeping in that room the night we met.”
Surprised yet flattered, heart beating a little faster, you dared to scoot just a little bit closer while still keeping what you supposed would be deemed a respectable distance between your body and his, smiling to let him see how incredibly pleased you were by his revelation.
“You missed me.”
“I did. I have.”
“Even if I’ve changed since we last met?”
Namjoon smiled, the expression soft and warm even when there was an edge of deviousness to it, the familiar sight of his dimples making you ache to kiss him.
“You have changed, YN. In many ways.”
“Bad ways?”
“No. You’re more confident, happier, freer than you were the night we met. The light you had about you is a little brighter than it was before. It shows how hard you’ve worked, how much kinder you’ve become. If memory serves, your choice in career adds to that light. Social work, was it?”
“You’ve been spying on me?”
“Here and there. I couldn’t help keeping tabs on my favorite human.”
You almost wanted to scoff, tell him that you were sure he said that to everyone he made a deal with, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, unable to help believing that what he’d said and the affection you gleaned from his eyes was genuine. Wishful thinking on your part maybe, but really, where was the harm in it?
“I hope you haven’t begun wondering if the way you’ve begun to experience and explore life has left you tainted.”
“Nope. I’d think if anything has made me less of a good person, it was our meeting. Making a deal with a demon, potentially setting my family up for ruin, largely in part for my own selfish need for freedom…”
“They were already set up for ruin, YN. Since the day your family started reveling in the gifts my power afforded them, they’ve all been doomed. What they do now that my power is gone will define what becomes of them when their time in this world ends.”
“What about me, though? What I’m choosing to do with my life doesn’t change that I made a deal with you.”
Namjoon leaned in a little closer, not near enough to touch you, but just enough that you could feel the warmth that radiated off of him, smell the gentle cologne he wore.
“If your association with me has damned you then I’ll simply save you from it.”
“Can you even do that?”
“I’m a demon, darling. I always do exactly as I please.”
Whether there was any truth to his words, you couldn’t really say, but there were worse thoughts to have than a demon wanting to keep you safe from possible eternal torment. Namjoon lifted a hand to trail his fingers along your cheek, a light touch making you forget notions of the afterlife and instead focus on the present, on how good his caress felt.
“You’re a professor, Namjoon. Even if I’m not taking your class, isn’t it against the rules for you to be this friendly with a student?”
He smirked, a flash of pristine teeth bearing the promise of lustful intentions, and the want you’d had for him two years ago returned with a vengeance, reminding you of all the times you’d longed for him, remembered him during nights when you’d been alone in your bed or sharing company with a less than competent lover.
“Breaking rules is one of my favorite ways to spend time and I think breaking that particular rule would be especially fun while trying to find out how quiet you can be as I fuck you between the shelves in the library.”
You knew he’d have you so wet that you’d soak through your panties and leggings alike, the longing for the feel of him making you stand up straight away, pulling your messenger bag onto your shoulder. You turned, taking a few steps down the sidewalk, and you paused to glance back at him, seeing that he was watching you, waiting for an invitation. Biting your bottom lip, you nodded your head, remaining still until he was at your side and you walked with your arms close to brushing.
“Just so you know, I’m not going to let you distract me from my studies, no matter how many rules you want me to break with you.”
“I expected nothing less from you, YN.”
Namjoon snapped his fingers and you felt a sudden surge of pleasure course through you, soft yet still enough to make you nearly stumble, steadied by the arm he held out for you to grasp on to. You shot him a dirty look for a moment, feeling it melt away with a snort at how pleased he looked with himself.
“I’ll simply make sure that you spend as much of your free time as possible dripping with my cum.”
“Pervert.”
“Demon,” he reminded you as if you could ever forget.
Your college life, it seemed, would only get better and better.