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Today Dokja woke up and chose revenge.
His target? His lover, Jinwoo.
Jinwoo’s crime? Winning.
Okay, time for some explanation. When Dokja said winning, he meant in their little game of teasing. Something that he did not mind, and fully participated in. It was a great way for him, personally, to ease his way into romance. Without either freaking out or allow his poor self esteem to come rear its ugly head. He knew how to poke and prod. They both did. This became a good chunk of the foundation of their relationship. They did this until either man got a reaction they sought out. Only to then go a touch further, for the heck of it. It was fun. Basically, a game to see who could make the other blush or fluster to the point they couldn’t respond back fast enough. It was incredibly rare for there to be hard feelings. It was a good and safe outlet for any insecurities, uncertainty, or to simply give into a more playful side.
It was freeing to be with someone that understood hardships, and who likewise wanted to let loose a bit. To forget about their haunting past, until they couldn’t.
Yet, lately, there was a slight problem. One that Dokja demanded to get fixed. As stated before, Jinwoo was winning this tug of war. Meaning, the Constellation had been on the losing side, which was unacceptable. Between being a Constellation, a Demon King, and going through Scenarios, it all did a thorough job to drill into him a competitive side. One that he never had before. Not until the world flipped on its head and he had to survive, while keeping his companions alive.
This status was about to change, and he was going to die on this hill. Now, all he needed was a game plan.
It didn’t take long to come up with one. Perhaps his little cackle should have been a warning sign, but there was nobody around, so too bad too sad.
Sorry Jinwoo-ya, he sent out the mocking prayer, you had it coming.
-ooOOoo-
Perhaps it wasn’t his brightest idea for his plans to take place while the couple were in a dungeon.
Really, he should have expected for things to escalate somewhere down the line.
Jinwoo wanted to get his hands on some more powerful monsters, which was a normal occurrence. Thus, they came to a high-level dungeon, an A rank that was on the higher end. Not anywhere near an S rank. Yet, it was not a place that a normal team would go to, and not expect to lose at least a couple of limbs within the first 5 minutes. The younger man cared little what sort of creatures he’d get, as long as they were useful. Dokja got dragged along, but aside from some verbal protests, agreed to go on the trip. A mini date, of sort, if one could count killing monsters as romantic. Well, considering that it was them that was being talked about, it checked out. Jinwoo got enthusiastic over the idea, and Dokja didn’t have the heart to change their setting.
Perhaps Dokja should have been a tad concerned that it wasn’t the content of the date that bothered him, but more that he felt too lazy to hunt down some monsters.
When they stepped through the gate, they entered a mountainous volcanic territory. From where they stood, they were surrounded by hills and mountains that encased them in. A particularly massive one could be found in the distance, which they clocked in as a possible main boss territory. Hot lava gradually made its way through cracks on the earth’s surface, feeding into what appeared to be a molten firefall. Its width must be at least, if not twice as wide, as the Niagara Falls. Its height appeared to be endless, with lava and fire vanishing somewhere down below. Bottom unable to be seen. Scorching and suffocating air tried to box the men in, but neither took notice. Merely dismissed it without even a glance or comment. Not even breaking a sweat, due to their abilities. Though, the environment had managed to extort some sort of reaction, as their noses crunched up when sulfur assaulted their sense of smell.
No monsters, at first.
Then, the ground shook. Cracks appeared underneath their feet. Lava greedily filled in the new space with great speed.
Both jumped away right as the molten earth underneath their feet shattered. Grey and dark brown eyes stared down, as a humongous purple worm made its way upwards, towards them. Its jaw wide open, filled with rows of sharp teeth that could be seen descending inwards. Without a word, Jinwoo pulled out his knife and slashed it to pieces. Slimy, green goo exploded everywhere, as pieces silently fell. When they landed, they felt the earth shake once more. Within seconds, hundreds of the same species popped out, towering over the men. Jaws as wide open as the first.
Now, a normal reaction that anyone would get would be the usual fight and flight mode. Possibly piss themselves while at it, or faint. Perhaps both, at the same time. Yet, its eerie image didn’t get anymore of a response than the environment did. In other words, ignored. Dokja stole a gaze at his lover, whose shoulders hunched forward a bit. From his angle, he could see half of Jinwoo’s face clear as day, which appeared to be sulking.
“What’s the matter with you? Don’t like worms?”
Dokja threw a jab.
“I already killed a bunch of them before. They’re useless and won’t contribute to the army in any way.”
Okay, now that was a dark scowl. Yeesh, to get angry over a bunch of oversized worms. Dokja tapped his chin in thought, contemplating on what to say or do. Then, he grinned. Familiar tingling sensation settled on his head as horns grew. Back ached and groaned, as dark and large wings wrestled their way out. Not once did he make a noise, all too used to it.
It was at that moment that one of the worms attacked once more, with its target being the Monarch. Before the younger man could do anything, the now Demon King wasted no time to eliminate the pest with a single slash of his nails. Exact same thing happened to this worm that did to the previous. As its pieces fell around them, both men stood extremely close. Almost chest to chest, as the older man towered over his lover in his new form. Unable to resist the darker emotions and bold confidence that came with this form, Dokja didn’t stop his next actions. Silently, a long nail ran down a fair toned cheek. Light enough to leave a shallow scratch, and for blood to seep out sluggishly. It healed in less than a second, as expected. Brushing off the excess blood with a thumb, he made a show of licking it. Wide eyes stared up, zeroing in on that finger, before they traveled towards the face. How those half lid eyes gazed down with a sultry and lazy smirk.
Jinwoo’s nostrils flared. Dark pupils almost engulfed the grey hue around them. Cheeks and ears flushed brightly. Demonic eyes stared at the fair toned throat, not having missed its movement as it swallowed a silent gulp.
Bingo, Dokja cheered. Smirk only widened, now with a touch of hunger and competitiveness.
“Bet I can kill more than you.”
It seemed to have snapped the Monarch out of his state. Grey eyes narrowed at the challenge.
“You’re on.”
With that wager put into place, they went on what could only be described as a murder rampage. If anyone watched from the sidelines, they’d feel bad for the purple worms over the extermination of their species. If they stood there a little longer, they’d also determine that the actual monsters were the two men. They sped through hundreds of creatures without a single pause of thought or contemplation over their actions. Grinning, as knives and sharp nails ripped flesh apart.
Dokja decided to take it a step further, no longer interested in playing fair.
The Demon King stayed close to his lover. Quite often, making the final blow of what otherwise wasn’t his prey. During those times, he shamelessly invaded Jinwoo’s personal space. Fingers brushed against exposed skin, particularly neck. Feeling how the body under his touch stiffened in surprise. Pressing against a pulse, and feeling it jump and accelerate more each time. Playful puffs of air onto a reddening ear. When feeling heavy eyes on his person while keeping his distance, he turned to meet and hold them. All in the while he ripped another monster in half without breaking a sweat. Smiling cheekily as he flew away, whenever Jinwoo took a step closer towards his direction.
If this were any other times, Dokja would be utterly horrified by his actions. Unable to comprehend what it’d take for it to be him to make the first moves, and not Jinwoo. He had a hard time even holding hands in public. In what realm was it possible for him to boldly do any of this, and somehow get away with it? Was it because it was only them, that it became easier? No, even when home alone, he was quite shy. No matter that they were together for a few years at this point.
It could be that it was because of his Demon King form, which was… not quite as innocent. Sometimes, when it got used around Jinwoo, it started to whisper filthy ideas into his mind. Demanding, calling, yearning for its mate. When Dokja first realized this, he was so mortified that he completely avoided Jinwoo’s presence for weeks. If he knew that this would happen, he’d never have completed the scenarios that led to this form as a reward. Why was it that whenever in this form around Jinwoo, this whole other side came out? When he was with his companions, it wasn’t like this at all! Stupid form! He was going to die of embarrassment one day.
Yet, one had to ask, if Dokja felt so strongly about all of this, then why did he continue this game? Answer: Perhaps his spite was stronger than his shame. If anything, despite the form, he found himself having too much fun messing around with the Monarch. His mate.
A mate that made a grab for him every time he got too close. Close enough to brush lips with, whether against the other’s lips, ears, or neck. Brazenly, ruffle hair until it stuck in random directions. Wrap arms around a neck from behind, his front flushed against a strong back. Whispering into an ear, crooning nonsensical and mocking things, like how he had killed more monsters than Jinwoo had. Questioning what this said about Jinwoo. Completely ignoring the fact that he stole at least half of the purple worms via distraction. All this, while somehow able to waltz out of a hold that tried its best to keep him in place.
Biting the inside of his cheek, a hot flush ran through his body. At both victory and their little dance. Feeling even bolder, he ran a tongue up a neck towards an ear. Loudly, whining needily into it, before biting a lobe harshly and flying away.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. He really wanted this to continue. He wanted, needed, to be captured like some kind of game. To be ravaged until he screamed so loud and long, that it’d give out completely and leave him voiceless for at least a few days. To be fucked against any surface, even if it was in a dungeon of all places, until he couldn’t walk. No, he wanted to tease even during that activity. To tell Jinwoo what to do. To persuade him into doing what he wanted. Only allow Jinwoo to deprive pleasure through this manner- from his body.
There was something else that he needed, deep inside. Nay, craved for, even. More than what they usually did. More than what Jinwoo usually gave.
Whatever it was, he needed to drive Jinwoo even crazier, until he got what he wanted. Every part of him, human, Constellation, and Demon King, demanded it.
“Kim Dokja”
Jinwoo gritted out through his teeth, slow and deep. Almost feral. Now purple eyes blazed as they stared up at Dokja, after another failed attempt at grabbing him. Suppressing a shiver and rubbing his thighs together to try and relieve some pressure, Dokja tilted his head. Cheek leaned against a finger. Faking a pout, whose shape kept breaking by the twitches of the lips. Threatening to break into a tooth filled smile and cackle.
“Hm,” He hummed nonchalantly. Heated brown eyes twinkling down. “You seem pretty angry over there, Jinwoo-ya. Is everything okay?”
More horny than angry. Horngry? Would that be the word? Yeah, that seemed about right.
Yes, give me more. Use it.
“Come here. Now.”
Came the command. Eye contact not breaking once, even as the Monarch used his Ruler’s Authority to crush a purple worm that tried to attack him from behind. Dokja bit down a moan at the show of power. Shit, he needed to stay focus. He couldn’t lose in this cat and mouse game.
Another taunting hum, furrowing eyebrows as he made a show of thinking hard. Lazily, flying in mid air and far away from reach.
“Don’t wanna.”
Acting like a brat, Dokja turned his back and flew away into a random direction. It wasn’t on the way to the biggest mountain, where now it became clear that it was where the main boss resided. Its waves of mana rolled off the slope and down to the earth towards them. Pulsing, with every kill. Now there were barely any left. Sea of dead bodies replaced living, as they covered the molted earth with flesh and gore. Whatever was left, Jinwoo could deal with. Not like he’d make up for the numbers and catch up for the bet, Dokja thought smugly. Within seconds of flying away, he heard bones crushing and flesh rip apart. Huh, correction, it seemed that nothing was going to be left alive. Throwing a look over his shoulder, Dokja witnessed probably the most vicious killings yet. Yes, somehow, that was still a possibility.
Jinwoo wasn’t even using his knife at this point! It was all by hand and mana alone.
Damn Jinwoo, you don’t need to take your horngry state out on those stupid worms. What did they ever do to you? Dokja was certain he even saw a few trying to run away, and yet because they came his way, their lives were coldly forfeited.
Dokja’s snickering didn’t last long.
BOOM!
Molten earth surface shook, with even more cracks appearing. This, followed by an intense pressure. Flipping onto his back completely in midair, he looks fully back and staggers, nearly falling from shock. Brown eyes wide and mouth left gapping open. Right there, on top of a mountain of dead bodies, stood a very different looking Jinwoo. One that no longer had a human appearance, but instead brought out his Monarch form, with black armour and long black hair. Dark mana visibly came off his body in lazy, but ominous, waves. Firey, purple eyes stared straight into his soul, even from far away.
Two words came to Dokja’s mind.
Oh FUCK!
In an almost cartoonish manner, Dokja turned back around and flew like his life depended on it towards the various mountains. Probably the fastest he had ever gone. If anyone saw him at this moment, only those with high skillset could capture a blur, but only just. It helped little that he sensed his lover’s presence following close behind. Shit, he didn’t expect for this to happen. Only having heard about it before, this was the first time he witnessed Jinwoo bringing out that form. For him to do that over minor teasing was beyond excessive. I am so going to lecture that asshole about this later! For now, he had priorities, with the one at the top being the need to run and hide.
Screw this game, his life and virtue were on the line!
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Before Dokja knew it, a body slammed into him and sent them flying into one of the mountains. Thankfully, it was into one of the caves, rather than a slope of rock and lava.
The Demon King groaned from where he laid on the ground. Brown eyes cracked open to see that above him was none other than a wild and untamed looking Jinwoo. Paling to an unhealthy degree, when hands slammed on either side of his head. Fingers dug into the dry warm ground like butter, leaving crackling noises beside his ears. Towering over him, now back to being the larger one of the duos, unlike awhile ago. The Monarch invaded his space, faces so close together that their noses bumped none too gently.
“This was not part of our bet.”
There was that inhumane undertone again, in between the rumblings that came deep within Jinwoo’s chest. So soft, and yet held much danger. Dokja’s body flushed. Warmth set heavy in the pit of his stomach, where his core would be. A small whine escaped him, feeling this heat slowly spread throughout his body, much like before. In a way that it became harder to ignore. The man above hissed, pupils dilated until the purple hue around the iris completely disappeared. Without a word, his lips got attacked with harsh bites, nibbles, and kisses. Both panting heavily.
…
Wait, Dokja thought, maybe I can still turn this in my favour. With how crazy the bastard looks, it may be easier to get what I want.
Yes, he could do that.
A hand reached out to cup a cheek. For a moment, guiding Jinwoo away from his mouth and down to his throat. To specific spots, which drew out loud moans and purrs from him. No longer caring or ashamed over their actions. Jinwoo followed eagerly and obediently. Complaint from a moment ago now forgotten, in favour of paying attention to something more noteworthy. Huh, not only was this going to be easy, but most definitely entertaining too. It wasn’t often that the other acted like this. Long, clawed fingers caressed through long black hair. Cooing into an ear, to try and drive the other delirious. It worked, as teeth harshly dug into flesh, easily drawing out blood.
The caress turned into a fistful of grip, yanking the head above him back. Jinwoo involuntarily groaned. Hazy eyes glared down, but a stronger jerk had them go blank with pleasure.
“What do you think you are doing?” Dokja darkly hissed. “Going at my neck like some rabid dog.”
Ignoring the fact that he guided Jinwoo there, but who was keeping track?
Fingers flexed out from the hair and towards the nap of the neck, then hooked them together with what was already in his firm grip. Right as he received another grunt, he threw the man off him and changed their positions, with him on top. Now, the funny thing about this armour he had discovered, was that it wasn’t what one expected. It felt like metal, and yet, it was far too flexible and thin. Basically, nothing more than second layer of skin, surrounding a man that was already hard to injure. Meaning, that as he straddled the Monarch’s hips, he felt a particular object poke at his backside. It was impossible to hide or ignore.
Large hands flew to his hips, digging so hard that it most definitely would leave some bruises. No matter that Dokja was in this form. In retaliation, Jinwoo’s face got grabbed with long nails, digging painfully into his cheeks. Forcing him to look at the Demon King above. Long hair fanned out underneath, making Jinwoo appear more enchanting and forbidden. Dark and hungry eyes stared back at Dokja. Following every small movement, waiting for an opportunity to bounce, with little care to his disadvantageous position. The body beneath felt as cold as death, and yet, it was perfect. Against the boiling atmosphere, it made Dokja want to curl against the hard body and never let go. Purring in gratification.
Everything was perfect. Jinwoo was perfect, no matter the form. A small voice in the back of his mind, probably from his demonic side, purred with satisfaction and victorious. That this, Jinwoo, was his. Once more, demanding to be taken and dominated like never before, but still too mischievous to allow for it to happen right away. After all, they never had sex in these forms. The sinful images, the what-ifs, were far too tempting to allow for this to end so soon.
“Dokja-”
“Hm, I wonder. Are you just a pretty whore here for me to use, or will you be a good little lover instead?”
Dokja mused.
Jinwoo didn’t answer.
“How about we test it out with a little kiss, hm?”
Dokja smirked, leaning forward. With a heart that steadily sped up, unable to fool himself and the excitement that surged through his veins, warm and soft lips met with a mere brush. In a slow and agonizing pace, they pulled apart, then pressed harder into a proper and sweaty kiss. A palm pressed against a black chest plate, feeling as the heart underneath matched his in speed. Dark mana curled around his touch, gentle. In the meanwhile, a hand let go of his hip in favour of making its way up his white jacket and into his dress shirt. Unbelievably icy plated fingers brushed against the small part of his back, almost making him arch into the touch. With it in place, he got pulled down, until both bodies got pressed together. So close until there was no air left between them. Dokja whimpered. Dark wings shuddered then spread out wide, almost engulfing them into complete darkness, as they blocked out the little light that came through the entrance of the cave.
Jinwoo pressed his tongue against his partner’s lips with kitten-like nibbles. Eager, begging, but cautious. Wanting a repeat of earlier, but it seemed that you could teach a Monarch how to follow a command. To reward this, Dokja ran much gentler fingers through his dark, long hair. Almost massaging the scalp. It all felt so smooth against his skin, not unlike silk. Unable to resist it, he repeated these actions to not lose this sensation. No knots present to resist. Before he knew it, the body beneath his started to shake. Most likely with spiked desire, from what he could tell of the further hardening against his buttocks.
Inwardly impressed, with the tight hold Jinwoo had on himself, by not making any sudden moves.
Their kiss broke due to Dokja’s widening smirk. A saliva bridge connecting between the two. Half lidded eyes stared at each other. Both filled with endless passion and desire, but neither making a move.
Oh, he really liked the way this was going.
“It appears that we have a good little lover.” Dokja breathed out a praise. Bowing his head, he nibbled at a jawline, followed by a featherlight kiss against the spot. “A little touchy, but much better than before.”
Jinwoo’s breath hitched. The younger man’s Adam’s apple bobbed with a quiet gulp.
“You…” The man below started with a raspy voice. “Are a maniac.”
Rumble of chuckles sounded in response, but nothing else. Throwing down a lopsided smile, Dokja sat up straight. A pale hand begun to unbutton his shirt. Slow, and relaxed, as if merely taking off clothes after a long day. Purple eyes hungrily followed the movement. Lips involuntarily twitched, revealing sharper teeth, when they saw more pale canvas right in front of them. Open for the taking.
“It’s hot in here, don’t you think?” Dokja asked, as if talking about the weather. Childishly pouting. “I don’t like this place.”
Jinwoo’s entire body twitched. Hands, now both returned to the waist, smoothed downwards to grab fistful of thigh each. Widening them a tad, to reveal that he wasn’t the only one affected by their situation. Dokja was equally as hard, with the evidence straining against the fabric of his pants. Ignoring these actions, the man above shrugged off his jacket and shirt. Arching his back to make a show, while acting ignorant to how his actions impacted the Monarch. Now, the only thing on his upper body were the wings, whose flutters grew by the actions of the large hands.
Jinwoo sighed, then chuckles incredulously.
“Of course, your damn wings tell more of the truth than you.”
In revenge for that comment, Dokja suddenly set his entire weight on the plated member. The larger man threw his head back and groaned loudly in surprise.
“Brat” Dokja snarked down, slapping the hands that were on his thighs away. “Here I was going to reward you, but then you had to open your mouth.”
“Wait-”
“I don’t want to hear it.”
“Dokja-”
“I suppose I’ll just go and leave you like this-”
“Mate”
Silence.
The air between them stilled, as if holding its breath. Every spark that happened, now dwindled into a simmer, with something much darker and note of interest mixed it. As if some sort of explosion waited to happen. Brown eyes narrowed down, full of intrigue and interest. All teasing subsided.
Now, correct Dokja if he was wrong, but he never brought up these whacky instincts that he had around Jinwoo while in this form. Neither had Jinwoo ever called him this before. So, this begged the question: How could it be that they shared the same mentality about this one specific concept? Was there something to these forms, more than additional power and prowess? Personally, he became more aware with time that his Demon King form came with some side effects of personality, mental, and instinctual changes. Could it be that the Monarch form was the same, in that sense?
From the flustered and almost shameful look from the said Monarch, perhaps it was.
He had to test this. Make sure that they were on the same page, before anything else happened. Running a finger from the chest plate down to where the navel would be, Dokja leaned in. Cat-like in his movements. Biting an ear roughly, he purred into it.
“Mate”
Jinwoo let out the most animalistic growl yet. Narrow pupils shifted into slits. Somehow, the purple glow shone even brighter than ever before, practically glowing in the cave. Dark mana came off in waves, almost engulfing them completely into a cool, protective bubble. Plated hands once more grabbed onto hips, roughly pulling them down while thrusting upwards to rub against Dokja’s clothed member. Dokja cried out, momentarily losing himself to the spike of pleasure. Scrambling to hold on, right as that action got repeated, not caring for the clothes and thin metal in between. Then again, and again, and again.
Before Dokja knew it, his world spun. Now, facing the cave’s ceiling.
Once more came a thrust, forceful and determined. Mindlessly, Dokja dug his fingers into the ground, leaving deep holes and scratches onto the surface. Dark brown eyes looked up at the tall form of his lover… mate. The way he looked down upon his shaky form like a meal ready to be devoured. How those strong hands grabbed at his pants and boxers, ripping them to shreds until they became unwearable. That with only a single thought, the armour surrounding Jinwoo’s member got willed away from existence, exposing its much larger than usual size.
Now, usually, Dokja needed a lot of preparation on a good day to accommodate Jinwoo. It took them both to get involved, time, and at least half a bottle of lube for nothing to get torn. This?
His human and Constellation sides screamed fuck no!
His Demon King side, which was currently up-front dominating everything, salivated. Crazed. Hungry. Fully determined to take every inch inside, even if it was impossible.
While distracted by the war in his mind, Dokja became unaware at the sudden sharp look that Jinwoo threw down at where their bodies flushed together. Pulling away only a tad, a hand got shoved in between them. The Demon King squeaked in surprise when metallic fingers brushed against his anus. Wait, something felt different. What was going on? His mind tried to decipher the experience, but it continued to go blank as skillful fingers rubbed against it. At some point, a single finger pushed its way inside with extreme caution. Rather than it be painful from going in dry, it felt… unusual. Again, it was hard to explain. All he knew at this point, was that this caused an electric-like sensation to shoot through his body, which made him arch off the floor and loudly keen. Wings stretched out to their fullest length. A deafening sound echoed through the cave as they slammed against the ground, destroying it even further. Hips pushed back against the hand, to try and shove the finger deeper.
Unfortunately, it didn’t last long.
Dokja whined needlingly when it pulled out. Jinwoo brought it up to his face to study the substance.
“You’re wet.”
Came the deadpan statement.
Wait… what? Dokja must have misheard, because what the fuck does he mean that he was wet? Shakingly, a pale hand reached out to touch the same area. Pressing against the anus, it made a squelch-like sound. Something wet came out. It felt similar to lube, but not quite. More slippery, and came in small waves the more that area got played with. Curious and unable to help himself, Dokja didn’t stop with the experimentation. Whimpering, shivering, and arching on the warm ground, while running a finger in a circle motion around the outside. Gathering the wetness onto his fingers, to help with the exploration. Once more, he carefully pushed a finger inside. It was easy, too easy, the way these muscles simply caved in with no resistance.
What was with this bizarre change? Was this a normal thing among Demon Kings? It felt and acted similar to what he heard women had when they were turned on. If that was the case, then perhaps they didn’t need to worry about lube after all.
Sudden tightness dug into his calves.
Dokja snapped out of his pleasured and confused mind. Mind grew clearer, as he finally noticed Jinwoo holding onto his calves, spreading his legs wide open. Lifting his pelvis off the ground, for easier view. With a ravenous gaze, purple eyes stared intensely on his hand, where he played with himself. Pausing for a second, Dokja thrusted two fingers in this time, allowing for a louder gasp of pleasure at the stretch. It didn’t hurt, at all. Not even a single discomfort at what otherwise would have been an uncomfortable stretch. Was he that turned on by their chase and foreplay that his body just wanted to get fucked on the spot? As suspected, the hands on his calves tightened their hold. A deep growl vibrated in Jinwoo’s chest.
Subconsciously, Dokja licked his dry lips. An idea came to mind.
Pulling his fingers out, he raised them towards the snarled mouth. Without even being told, it opened to take them in and lapped at them like a starving man.
“You’re so good to me, aren’t you?” He murmured, looking up with half closed eyes. A hum sounded around his fingers. “Go on, what are you waiting for? Touch me. Make me feel good.”
Like a dam breaking, every tight fiber of control that Jinwoo had shattered. Not waiting for further instructions or changing of the mind, the Monarch dove in for what could only be, the most breathtaking and mind-blowing kiss yet. Bodies pressed together once more, while their members rubbed against each other. Jinwoo used this position to thrust mindlessly, with no clear goal in mind. Their lips parted with loud gasps and other downright filthy sounds. Dokja threw his head back, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Teeth attacked pale skin, from the neck down to the chest.
With each suck and bite, Jinwoo panted.
“My mate. Mine, mine, mine.”
“Yours”
The man below whined. Breathless, when a tongue circled around a nipple before biting it roughly. At the exact same time, a plated hand grabbed both members into a single firm hold, rubbing them while the thrusting continued. Dokja sobbed and panted, unable to make a single coherent word. Blindly, he grabbed onto long hair and tugged on it roughly. Unsure what he was trying to do, outside of doing his best to hold onto reality and his sanity. That only made the bites rougher, leaving saliva and blood in their path. Jinwoo’s sharp canine teeth ran across his neck, following the path of a large vein. One wrong move, and that bite could rip his throat right open.
It should be threatening. It was a warning.
Dokja wept even harder, unbelievably more turned on than before. Jerking the head closer, encouraging those teeth to dig in. A groan vibrated against his throat, before doing as told and biting down harder. Still not enough to break skin in such a delicate location, but anymore force and it would. Jinwoo was strong enough to break it, and they both knew it.
The hold below grew wetter as precum pumped out of both slits, making the hand job easier and less rough on their skin. Cold thumb rubbed against his slit in particular, encouraging its flow. Heavy set of balls slammed against his anus, which made ungodly wet noises as more fluid came out. Dokja’s core steadily grew hotter and tighter. A warning of the explosion that was to come. It was right there, in the corner, ready to pop out and take him out of commission.
What was Jinwoo trying to do?
Is this asshole trying to torture me?!
“S-Stooooooop-”
Desperate pleas fell on deaf ears. Of course, because Jinwoo was a bastard, he took that as further encouragement and sped up. That tightness in his stomach continued, until it couldn’t be held back anymore.
Dokja screamed on top of his lungs, ears ringing from the sheer force as it echoed throughout the cave. Twitching, writhing, and arching on the ground. Sperm shot out of his member, again and again, with the help of the large hand. It continued to pump, not letting up even for a second until every drop was out and he was a sobbing mess from overstimulation. Finally, after a few extra pumps, he got let go.
“Beautiful.” Jinwoo murmured into his ear, praising his blushing and panting lover. Tilting his head, he pressed a kiss against a temple. “So good to me. Should have seen yourself. Breathtaking.”
The Demon King made a protesting sound, slapping weakly at the Monarch above to keep his mouth shut. If that bastard continued, he’d die sooner of embarrassment! Of course, it went ignored when seeing the man above chuckle. Pressing one last kiss against his panting mouth, Jinwoo moved down towards the stomach. Facing the mess on his pale stomach, he stuck his tongue out and went about cleaning it. Growling deeply at the taste, like he got served a five-star course meal rather than cum. Taking his time, he lapped at each drop, making sure that nothing went to waste. Sighing, as if savoring its flavour. Dokja wanted to feel mortified, but was too out of it to really care. Merely humming at the low buzz of pleasure, bowing into the slow and gentle tongue. Much like the rest of the Monarch, it felt cold. Soothing, against his hot and sweaty skin.
It continued to go down south, passing by his twitching and spent member.
Not that it’d stay soft for long. The duo never finished with a single round. It’d come around.
Yet, Jinwoo continued… and continued… and continued. Wait, what is he-?!
Dokja choked wetly when that tongue pressed against his anus. Much like the cum on his stomach, it lapped hungrily at the discharge. Except, this felt unlike any other time Jinwoo did this in the past. Much more sensitive. Panicking, he tried to close his legs to stop this, even proceeding to kick the strong armoured back. Yet, his thighs got grabbed and forced wide apart. Now helpless in that strong hold, all he could do was lay there and take it.
Dokja sobbed loudly. Pearly droplets weaved through thick eyelashes and out of the corner of his eyes. They traveled down the sides, until they fell onto the dry ground. Evaporating as soon as they made contact. Shaky hands waved around, unsure what to do. Finally giving in, they grabbed the head between his legs and tugged it closer. Instincts and lust finally won out against fear of the new unknown. Jinwoo hummed with approval. Of course, because he was a brat, the younger man didn’t stay there for much longer. Pulling away, to replace his tongue with a thick finger once more. Greedily, it got sucked in with little resistance. Both men moaned.
“You taste so good.” Jinwoo sighed, blissed out, while thrusting his finger in and out lazily. Curling inside every time it got pushed inside, where it rubbed insistently against the prostate that had Dokja moan. “It’s driving me crazy. You are driving me crazy.”
A second finger pushed through and started to scissor the muscle. Rather than there be a pinch of pain at the stretch, a wave of arousal washed over him. He wailed on top of his lungs.
“More ngh, please, Jinwoo- ah!”
Jinwoo hushed him gently, kissing a trembling thigh.
“Just a little bit more. Need to prepare you properly.”
“Evil- evil-!”
Dokja’s own voice cut off with mewl, feeling a third finger push through. Wait, wasn’t this going too fast? It took awhile for them to get to this stage. Either that, or his sense of time was completely screwed up at this point. It helped little that these fingers continued to relentlessly rub against his prostate. At times staying there for long periods, just to drive him crazier and wetter. A tongue nibbled at the ring around the fingers, accepting every new drop that came out.
Dokja was unsure how much time passed. All he was aware of was that the movements became more erratic with time, with higher accuracy and intensity. Muscles stretched and relaxed. At this point, all he wanted was one thing. That one thing that was too far away and wasn’t fucking him stupid like he wanted it to. He didn’t care for whatever bullshit reasons that his lover had. Dokja was certain of only one thing. That if he had to wait any longer, he’d be the one to lose in their little game, because he’d be too busy killing this motherfucker-!
“That’s enough-!”
“I don’t think you understand your situation.” Jinwoo darkly stated, all playfulness gone. Clearly having had enough of the brat-like behaviour. Sitting up with a wild look. “If I had it my way, I would have taken you right here and now. Not caring if you can handle me or not.”
Yesssss, that little voice in the back of Dokja’s mind hissed. He tightened around the fingers with a vase-like grip, flushed and shivering hard. His now stiff member twitched. Noticeable enough that those crazed and lustful purple eyes sharply looked down. Deciding to play with his lover, the Demon King reached down and grabbed Jinwoo’s much larger member, giving it slow and firm pumps. Brown eyes slowly blinked, sensual and alluring. Head tilting to the side, revealing his marked neck.
“Who said I can’t take it?”
“You-!”
Jinwoo hissed, utterly bewildered, and losing it. Dokja knew, at that moment, that he had finally done it. He won their little game by driving the other to such insanity that every single caution got thrown to the wind. The best part? Neither cared. He got proven right when fingers pulled out and quickly got replaced with something much larger and thicker. With a single thrust, its entire length plunged all the way in with no mercy. Dokja gasped, feeling all the air punched out of his lungs. Mouth gapped even wider into a silent scream, when rather than waiting for him to adjust, Jinwoo started to move rapidly. Exactly as was promised.
Wet slapping noises rebounded off the cave walls. If anyone were to walk close by, it’d be obvious what was going on.
Almost all light disappeared, as dark mana circled them. Engulfing them in a cool and comforting environment, while telling anything left alive in the dungeon to fuck off. That the Monarch was with his mate, fucking and marking him, and he’d rip anyone’s throats if they dared to take a step closer to them.
Trying to get some sense of control, long legs wrapped around a strong and wide waist, locking at the ankles. Ankles that dug into the armoured ass, forcing the man above even closer until he could do nothing but move in quick, short, movements. Every other one ended with harsh grinding against the pelvis, to make sure that every single inch of the member was felt. Hands grabbed a thin waist, pressing him to meet the inhumane speed and force.
Dokja was sobbing, mewling, and moaning loudly. Thrashing around once more, with his wings almost slapping the Monarch above from flapping about so much. Words became incoherent and unrecognizable, more gibberish babbles than anything else.
Jinwoo panted hard. Sweat shown bright even in the darkness. Leaning forward once more, he snapped his teeth a hair width away from the skin of his neck. Ordering, Dokja realized. Throwing his head back until it became painful, he fully bared it. Hearing a growl of approval, teeth dug into the meat where the neck and shoulder met. Hard enough to break the skin and for blood to leak out steadily.
Without thought and out of pure instincts, Dokja returned the favour. Whining at the rich iron that slowly filled his mouth, gulping it down like some vampire and feeling high. So delirious and turned on, that he started to think about more positions to get fucked in. Of being pinned down, and unable to move no matter what. Dominated even more than he currently was, until he couldn’t think about anything outside of the member inside him.
Mate, mate, mate.
Mine, mine, mine.
Wait, what? Yes, those were his thoughts, and yet… they weren’t. Something was different about their tone. Blinking owlishly, both men let go of each other’s throats at the same time and pulled back. Movements slowed down, until they were nothing more than rocking back and forth in a sluggish manner. Brown met confused hazy purple.
Dokja licked his bloody lips.
“Did… did you hear that?”
“M-Mm”
Silence…
“Was that you that said ‘mate’ and ‘mine’?”
All a sudden the haziness vanished, replaced with renewed intrigue and sharpness. Rather than answer his question, slowly, Jinwoo smirked. For whatever reason, looking far too pleased with himself. Hands grabbed pale legs, dislodging them from their tight hold against his back. A squelch sounded when he pulled out completely.
“It seems we can read each other’s minds now.” Brown eyes widened with horror realization. Not only about knowing where this was going, but also- “Now I will know about your little plans in the future, so there shouldn’t be a repeat of your little prank. But currently, I’m concerned about something far more important.”
Effortlessly, Dokja got flipped onto his front. Hands pinned on either side of his head, and a firm cold front pressed against his naked warm back, pressing down on his wings. A slow and sweet keen left him, feeling how that chest rubbed right at the center of his wings. Lips brushed against his reddening ear, whispering in a filthy husky voice.
“I saw those little images in your head. If you want it so badly, you should have said so.”
That was the only warning he received, before he got filled up once more to the brim. This time, it felt like it almost reached his stomach, from how much deeper it was. Pace resumed. Turned vicious with no consistent tempo or goal outside of railing him.
Dokja screamed so loud that his eardrums popped. Everything that he had thought of and imaged since starting to tease his lover, his mate, finally came true. Only problem was, it was hard to keep up, and yet… he didn’t want it to stop. No matter what, he begged the man above through their newfound telepathy, he was not to stop. Instead, it had to be harder, faster, and more violent. To ignore him as he cried his eyes out. To pay no mind for the fact that his voice finally gave out completely, becoming mute in the process. To ignore the way he drooled on the ground, face smooshed on one side.
Don’t stop. Please, please, don’t stop. Make me yours.
Dokja was no longer sure where these thoughts came from, whether it be him, or his Demon King side. At some point, it seemed that every side came to an agreement, where all they wanted was for this to never end. To be taken fully by the one that they deemed as ‘the one’. Partner, lover, mate. It mattered little what the title was. If it was done by this one specific person, that was all that mattered.
Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes turned to hours. Hours turned into eternity.
Time mattered little here.
Positions changed so often that they became intertwined with time itself.
Dokja could do nothing more than sigh and sob as he orgasmed, then again, and again. Not once did Jinwoo follow him. More determined to bring his mate pleasure, than any for himself.
So good to me, Dokja-ya. You should see yourself. So beautiful. Gorgeous. Mine. My mate.
Dokja heard the whispers in his mind, full of love, adoration, and admiration. Matching those purple eyes from where he saw, as he got bounced on the large member by two large hands. Felt the soft and panting kisses pressed against the wound on his neck, and everywhere else within reach. Lips met with more tongues and teeth than any sweetness. Breath hitched, when for the umptieth time he orgasmed.
Cum inside me. Now.
Jinwoo whined at the filthy coaxing, eyes fluttered closed with contentedness and bliss. One, two, three thrusts later, and he did. The Monarch cummed, a lot. It felt endless. Dokja curled into his chest, shaking, whimpering, at the tundra like coldness that painted his insides. It felt like he was melting, between the opposing extreme temperatures of their bodies. Yet, his walls continued to milk the firm member, trying to get the most out of it. Strong arms wrapped around his shaky shoulder and back, supportive and gentle with their hold, even with the continuous grinding.
After awhile, Jinwoo shifted them until they laid down on their sides. Not once allowing them to disconnect down below. Dokja curled into his chest.
Both panted, desperate to try and replace the air in their lungs. Completely zapped of energy after such a long and intense activity. Otherworldly forms slowly disappeared, leaving behind their fully naked human bodies. Along with that, the dark mana wall finally evaporated. Volcanic heat greedily filled in the cold space around them, making both shiver and huddle closer. Shakily, Jinwoo uncurled an arm to wave a hand about. Not a moment later, presenting a familiar object to Dokja. Open. Tasteless and colourless.
“Drink”
Not needing to be told twice, Dokja drank the entire water bottle, and then another. Needs clearly read through their telepathy. Only after his thirst got quenched, did the younger man do the same thing for himself.
I can’t believe we had sex in a dungeon of all places and used those forms.
Dokja thought incredulously at his lover… mate? Was that what they were now? It was really confusing. Ok, maybe it was time to visit the saner Demon Kings to get clear answers, because this whole thing made no sense to him. His entire mentality changed, and now he wasn’t sure what was up or down. Jinwoo chuckled hoarsely, kissing his nose. Fondness bled into their link.
“It’s your fault, driving me insane like that.”
Dokja pouted, burying his face into the toned chest.
Shut up…
“Mm,” Of course, he’d gone ignored. “You may have won this little war of yours, but there will always be more.” Then, smugness. “I think I got more out of this than you did, so can’t really say that you won, now can you?”
It didn’t take much to figure out what Jinwoo meant by that. On the younger man’s end, Dokja’s mind became an open book for him to read. Any and every plan that Dokja ought to have in the future, was going to be seen. Every thought, innocent or dirty, were forever heard. True feelings and emotions were displayed to be looked upon and studied, as if they were worn on his sleeves. That was it. No privacy. No more plans that otherwise would have been hidden from everyone around him.
Shit!
…
Eh, it was worth it.
“Hm, how about another round, while we’re like this?”
Jinwoo’s comment earned him a sound slap upside the head.