Imagine being Vincent Whittman's Wife before he died.
Imagine bringing him homecooked meals, carefully washing and pressing his suits, being his biggest supporter.
Imagine your grief when he dies, and you have to go on living without him.
Imagine going to Heaven when you die, and searching for Vincent. Looking around every corner. Asking St Peter.
Imagine your shock when you see your Vincent threatening to storm the gates of heaven.
What would you do then?
May you spare me your wisdom? How does one draw anatomy even with references without it looking so stiff 😔? I really admire your art and I'm amazed by how you draw anatomy and dynamic poses. I was wondering what are your tips?
Anonymous asked:
Hi! I love how dynamic some of the poses in your art look. I was wondering if you use any reference or site in particular for them? I currently use adorkastock and doll atelier the most but I'm always looking to get more resources!
Thank you both for your questions, Anons, and sorry for such a long delay. As always, my wish to reply properly makes me slow… But I am very happy that you think so highly of me in terms of my art knowledge, it’s very flattering and very important to me. I would love to share things that I know more often, so these questions give me a good opportunity to try myself in explaining these things.
I’m replying to you in the same post because your questions are a bit different, but are still roughly around the same topic. I’ll do my best to answer both of you fully.
The thing is, I very rarely use references for anatomy and poses for my drawing. It’s usually a bitch to find a proper reference picture with the correct angle, physique, pose, etc, so I never really bother doing that lol
What I do instead is using references when I study, to make sure that all the poses and angles necessary are already in my head by the time I sit down to draw something. It sounds like having an active database in your head, but it’s really not that cool or exciting; it’s just being used to seeing and sketching a bunch of poses and adjusting them according to what you need. It won’t always be 100% accurate in terms of anatomy, but the older I get, the more I understand that while correct anatomy matters a lot, it’s not what makes the drawing look good or not wooden.
If I had to describe it, I’d say that it’s really not about being 100% photorealistic, it’s about feeling real (well, it depends of course, to a lot of artists it’s important to be photorealistic as well!). You don’t just portray reality, you enhance it, make it more tangible and visually interesting. And when you work with photo references, sometimes you focus so much on making it look correct that you “lose” this picture you initially had in your head.
So, what to do, not use references at all? Nope, not exactly. Like I said, I personally mostly use photo references when I study: I open up a bunch of pictures, and either spend some time sketching and analysing them in a slow and meticulous manner, or just do very quick 5-10 minute figure studies. Both are very helpful when building your visual library and developing your skill. And at first it’s going to feel like you’re not doing much, but as long as you have a good rhythm with your figure studies, and as long as you think and analyse while doing regular pose studies, it should make it easier for you to free sketch poses that look interesting, fluid and not even all that bad anatomy-wise. Because essentially what you’re doing is creating a unique-to-you language that translates your ideas into drawings and helps you express what you’re seeing in your head via sketching. I hope that makes sense? At least this is what helped me a lot.
What’s important to remember though is that this “library” needs to get refreshed every once in a while. Earlier this year I started feeling like my poses are super repetitive and stiff, and I really hated looking at my sketches for a moment there, so we decided that I should take a couple of days off my regular sketching and focus on studies instead. I am still a bit rusty and should do more studies, but it instantly gave me a great boost and more material to chew on when I sketch.
When it comes to specific places for photo references, yeah I use adorkastock as well from time to time, but a lot of times I just uhh google the pose/theme I’m interested in because I’m lazy… or just google “random pose generator” when I’m not looking for anything specific. Maybe I should look for places with photo references or start using pinterest more just in case, but this is everything that I’ve used this far. Tons of pictures, all kinds of pictures, but not from one specific source. Or, except from this site, I used it a lot when I studied head turns… it genuinely helped me a lot!
Also, sometimes I use screenshots from movies and videos as reference material to study; they’re very good at showing people doing things more naturally than stock photos. It’s not always the case, but maybe because there is movement involved, it feels more real and translates into movement in your head easier.
Also also, study your favourite artists, especially those who are super fluid with the poses and bodies they depict.
So to sum up, anything can be reference material. I use everything, but mostly for studies, so I’m not super reliant on existing poses when I draw!
It’s convenient to have a big catalogue of poses (like adorkastock), but it could also be overwhelming and eat way your time while you look for a perfect pose, so so far I’ve been mostly just googling stuff that I need at the moment (“oh no I forgot how an armpit looks”) + using different random pose generators. And this specific site for the face angles. (although mostly the head model, not the photos lol)
Now I’ll try to actually list some tips about achieving non-stiff dynamic poses, from someone who still struggles with it to this day (me 🫡 )
This is pretty much what the post’s been about this far, but once again: study, and don’t just study photos, study art as well. It makes it easier for your brain to draw your own stuff.
Pose comes first, ignore the details at first. You can pay attention to details when you’re satisfied with the pose: everything should add to the movement, not hide it (i.e. if a shirt or hair make the movement less visible, consider drawing them in a different way. When possible of course)
Physics and the environment matter a lot! If a character jumps on a couch and it makes the couch sink under their weight, show it – it’ll instantly make the pose read better.
Exaggerate a lot: sometimes a pose that makes no sense looks better. Don’t be afraid to experiment as long as you keep basic proportions in mind: you can fix the mistakes later.
I think that’s it for now. If you have any questions (if you’re still here…), please don’t hesitate to ask me – I’ll do my best not to take several months to reply this time.
Also! I actually recorded a video quite a long time ago about how I go around anatomy and “building” bodies and proportions, and even though it’s hilarious to watch now because of how bad the anatomy itself is, I still use all the tips that are mentioned there.
So you can take a look if you want!
Once again, sorry for taking this long, and thank you for your questions.
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Playlist: Animal Impulses by IAMX, Muse by Isabel LaRosa, The Death Of Peace of Mind by Bad Omens, I'm still alone by sorry, alone, Drive You Insane by Daniel De Angelo (Links lead to Spotify.)
Words: 5.5k
Summary: The reader is ovulating, and it sends the boys into a monstrous rut which reveals their true forms.
Tags: First person, female reader, monsterfucking, demon, incubus, teratophilia, knotting, cocks with knots, cocks with barbs, breeding, creampies, rutting, Dacryphilia, mean Baby, mates, multiple mates, poly relationships, pregnancy is end game,
A/N: @pinkpuppipawz and I are working on this together as a collaboration! (They are also acting as my beta reader!) I am writing the smutty parts while they write the cute fluffy bits that happen after this series of smut. <3 Yes, it's a small series. Each chapter features one of the Saja Boys in their "true form" based on the concept work of Ami Thompson. Make sure to check out their Masterlist for all their parts.
This fic is purely for fun and indulgence, so please don't read if you're disturbed by anything monsterfucking related. PAY ATTENTION TO THE TAGS! There are some general ones then some special ones for each Saja Boy.
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BABY:
I reluctantly dragged my feet through the apartment, my other bandmates already in front of me. We had just got out of an intense rehearsal where all of us had fucked up in some way, whether it be timing or the chorography off by a second. I could already see Jinu fuming like a water heater that was ready to explode. He was going to have some stern words ready for us once we got to the kitchen, which was more like a lecture hall at this point. I kinda wanted to just skip out on it.
I might as well. Abby fucked up the worst out of all of us, messing up his own dance moves. This in turn would throw Romance off, and eventually all of us. So maybe Jinu might be so focused yelling at him that he might not even notice my absence.
That would just be my luck, really. Not that I really gave a fuck on what Jinu had to say.
I stopped somewhere in the living room of the Penthouse we all lived in along with our mate, whom we all shared. I wondered where she was right now since she didn't come with us to rehearsals today. Maybe she should have then maybe Jinu wouldn't be a dick right now.
I watched the heads of my Bandmates disappear into the kitchen and decided to not follow. Instead, I snuck off to my room, throwing my bags on the bed. I wanted to find our mate. She'd make me feel better and maybe if I pouted my bottom lip at her enough then maybe she could calm the unholy wrath of Jinu's anger with a blowjob or something. He always melted instantly when she gave him that famous pouty bottom lip of hers.
I waited a moment, poking my head out of my room cautiously.
No Jinu hunting me down to drag me to the kitchen to give me an earful. I might actually get away with this.
I tiptoed my way into my mate's room. While we all slept together, we still had our own spaces to escape to when we wanted alone time. Our mate's room was at the end of the hallway while ours were on either the right or left side of her door. Mine and Jinu's were the closest but luckily right now he was busy somewhere else. I knew she was still in the Penthouse when I heard her music quietly playing from the other side of the door. She enjoyed soft Lofi type of music, as much to my dismay (I teased her a lot for liking weird music more than her own mate's, and she always smacked me for it.)
As I opened the door, I paused when a strange smell filled my nostrils. Nothing that was bad…Just something different, something I wasn't used to.
Lifting my nose to the air, I inhaled deeply. It was like warm baked bread? But also fruity and floral…I couldn't quite distinguish it. If Mystery was with me, he would be able to tell what the scent was in a minute.
Did my mate find a few incense and light it? Strange.
I didn't want to alert Jinu so I opened the door without knocking on it. My pretty mate was right across the room, sitting at her vanity. A large pink one, which was a gift from Romance around on all ours first anniversary. I had been jealous that Romance's gift was loved the most though I am long over it right now. I saw her reflection in the mirror, seeing her face bare of makeup and in its most natural state. She ran her brush through her hair.
She was so goddamn beautiful and perfect.
Instantly, she noticed me through the reflection of the mirror. Flashing me a smile, she lowered the brush and turned her body halfway in her chair, giving me the most perfect smile face-to-face
"Hey, you're back," she said softly, extending a hand toward me, "How was rehearsal?"
"It was just fine," I responded, not really in the mood to tell her that Jinu was being a moody dick right now. I know that I said she should suck his dick earlier…But I changed my mind. I kind of want her to suck mine now. "We still need lots of practice to get this new song perfected before the next show. Abby made it a lot more complicated than it needed to be."
"Hey, I know that together, all of you can do it. I believe in you all." Ever our biggest fan she was...
I smiled. "Thanks. You should have seen us though. I'm still better than all of them." My smile transitioned into a cocky smirk.
As I approached her, that same strange smell hit me again. It came in small waves outside the bedroom, but in it…It was intense and constant now. I tried to take secret glances around the room to find the source but I saw no incense or candles. Nothing that would be putting off such an intense smell right now…
Now, I stood next to her and laid her hand in mine. She was so tiny compared to me (which meant Jinu and Abby were massive compared to her). I joined her on the backless bench that matched the same color of the vanity. She faced me, fingers locking with mine. Now that I sat next to her, I could tell now that whatever the hell that this smell was, it was coming from her. She was the source. And goddamn, it was so good.
I pressed my nose against her neck and breathed, letting her scent fill me up. She tilted herself just for me, even moving her hair out of the way.
"You smell so good, did you find a new perfume."
"Hmmm…No, but I did shower earlier. You might just be smelling my body scrub, Baby."
No, it wasn't that. If it was simply shampoo or body wash, then my body wouldn't be reacting the way it was right now.
The moment that I got the scent straight from the source, it was as though something in my body awakened. Deep down in the pit that was my lower abdomen.
Who am I kidding?
It was coming straight from my groin, which was on fire within seconds in the presence of my mate.
But this time it was…Different.
A certain primal urge filled me.
My mate must have noticed because her smile faded and she framed my face gently with her hands. Her thumbs stroked my cheeks.
"Baby, are you okay—? Your patterns are flashing on and off. I've never seen them do that before."
"What?" My eyes widened. What the hell did she mean that my patterns were pulsing?
"They're changing colors…" She frowned. I could feel where she stroked at a certain pattern that was on my cheeks.
I turned my head to look in the mirror, and sure enough the patterns that were my status of being a demon pulsed brightly on my cheeks. They went from their normal dark purple to pure black, then the lightest purple. I placed my hands over the hands of my mate, slowly removing them from my face, checking out the patterns that lined over my chin like scars. The only time I had seen patterns change colors like this and pulse was Rumi at that damn show she beat us at…But never on my Bandmates and me.
Shit, I've been alive for a long time, but even then I've never seen this before.
I traced a finger along a pattern that extended from my neck. No, I traced a claw. Was I transforming into a demon against my will?
"Here, I'm going to get you some water." My mate stood from her place on the vanity bench. I let her leave to the bathroom connected to her bedroom. The moment she stepped out the barrier of the bedroom, my body pulsed more. The ache in my groin grew worst. Painful almost.
I stood and slammed my hands against the vanity, doing my best to not dig my sharp talons into the pretty rose wood of the furniture. Jinu was already out for my ass, and I didn't need Romance coming for me too.
Before my very eyes, in the reflection of the mirror, I transformed. My humanoid appearance fell and I became something much more monstrous. It wasn't painful, but it made my body feel strange. Like my bones were cracking but it wasn't painful. My face split down the middle, and three bright red and yellow eyes stared back at me. My teeth extended, along with my arms, which became longer and more. My talons grew 3 sizes. My head almost touched the ceiling as most of my clothes shredded instantly. My hair was gone.
I wasn't scared.
I had merely changed into my true form. A form I hadn't seen in a long time, since becoming a Saja Boy. It was only shocking to see that form tower over the vanity. It was even more shocking to see how aroused I was, my cock standing up proudly.
My eyes widened.
My mate had never seen this form before.
And she was about to return.
I spun around, quickly trying to shut the door before she returned.
But then she stood in the doorway right in front of me. And seeing her made my even harder cock twitch, tapping against my lower stomach.
In this form I quickly realized one thing.
My mate was ovulating and she was sending me into a primal rut.
READER:
Seeing a monster in the room where my lover once stood sent me into a mini flight or fight mode, and instead I fucking freeze, my legs unable to move from the spot. Where was Baby? Where did my mate go?
The glass in my hands dropped.
The creature lunged forward with speed I had never seen before in any sort of creature. One of its large palms wrapped around my waist while the other one snatched the glass out of midair, preventing the shattering sound of glass that I expected.
The door shut quietly, barely, clicking as the creature locked it. I caught on pretty quickly that this creature, whatever it was, wasn't trying to alert the others in the Penthouse. If Baby had come home, then they must be home too. All I had to do was scream… I didn't want it to eat me. I wanted to live. I wanted to tell my mates I loved them one final time.
It still clung to me, the claws tickling my side.
I inhaled sharply, about to scream my lungs out. Just as I am about to release the long stream of screams, the monster stopped me, slapping a palm over my mouth.
"Don't scream. If you alert the others, I'll bite that pretty neck of yours," it snarled at me, sending a shiver down my spine.
Both hands of the monster grasped my shoulders, forcing me to turn toward it, keeping me pinned to the spot. I'm met with the sight with the monster's cock. Large and thick. Veins were nearly the thickness of my fingers. At the base was a knot that I only thought existed in fanart or dildos. Barbs lined down the underside of the shaft, which was a certain black and teal color. They even were on the round bits of the knot, looking sharp and soft at the same time. Like it would simultaneously stab me but caress my walls if it was stuck inside me.
Wait…Teal…
Bits and pieces of a pink sweater belonging to Baby scattered it's body and on the floor. Like it had been wearing it when the seams burst.
"B-Baby?" I gulped and gawked at his eyes, unsure of which one I should be looking at when addressing it. "Baby, is that you?" My shoulders would remain tense until it gave me an answer.
The hands squeezed me, but it wasn't painful. More like it was trying to keep me secure and grounded to the spot, really.
The monster's head slightly bobbed up and down, confirming my suspicions. It truly was Baby.
Pulling me closer until I pressed against his chest, Baby scrutinized me. In this form, it's nearly impossible to tell what the male was feeling, but his tone was clear to me as he snarled in my face.
"You're ovulating, and now I'm in a fucking rut," he growled in my face, turning me toward my bed and throwing me against it. I land on my stomach and flipped around. I barely have time to sit up on my elbows before he climbed on top of me and thrusted his barbed cock in front of my face while motioning one of his hands toward it. I gasped, turning sightly while raising a hand toward my mouth.
"Look what you did to me. I couldn't control myself when I smelled that sweet egg inside you." He slowly grasped the raised hand and stroked the base of his cock, up the shaft, and to the tip. His cock was blackened like the other parts of his skin but the tip was the teal color that hinted me of his identity. I could already see a bead of precum at the tip, more coming out as he stroked himself up and down, squeezing those massive veins of his. A dollop that was thicker than the tip of my thumb dripped on my cheek. For some reason, I expected it to hurt, like it was some sort of acid, but it didn't…
"Are you going to say something?" Baby snapped, "Maybe even fucking apologize to me for putting me in this situation?"
Why was this turning me on? Didn't normal people get scared of this shit?
I couldn't speak. My cunt was leaking. Slowly, I shook my head instead. Dumb idea.
"Fine then! I'm going to punish you then breed that sweet egg inside you. You'll be carrying my demon pup by the end of the week." His nostrils flared before he moved that face of his in front of mine, like he was focusing. "I can smell the arousal seeping out of you. You're such a monster slut. If I had known, I would have brought this form out sooner.
When one of his long clawed fingers slipped under the folds of my pants, hooking into the fabric to pull it back, there were erotic strings of arousal connecting the clothing to my cunt. I watched as my thighs instinctively clenched together. His other hand held me by my throat.
Baby smirked. I'm not sure how. His mouth was disfigured with teeth poking out.
I inhaled deeply and clawed at the hand that was still wrapped around my throat. I couldn't take my eyes off that of the monster that stood before me. Of my mate.
"Silent treatment, eh? That won't last long. I'll make you scream until your throat bleeds. This is what happens when you mate with monster demons like us. We all have forms like this. Mystery. Jinu. Abby. Even that disgustingly sweet Romance." He scoffed.
Baby tightened his hand around my throat, pushing me further up the bed until my head hit the headboard. He held me in place easily before tearing at my clothes with his other clawed hand.
"You don't need these anymore," he growled.
My clothes ripped, turning into shreds on the sides of the bed and floor. It honestly resembled like a lawnmower had blown through the room and over my dirty laundry.
"Your cunt is begging for my cock. You want my pups, don't you?" He snarled. "You're wanting me to breed that egg, I can smell it on you."
A hand came down, slapping against the side of my thigh, making me cry out. Pent up tears whelmed in my eyes, slipping down my cheeks.
"Mmmmm, I don't want to be gentle with you, but at the same time I don't want to hurt you," Baby cooed maliciously. Without using his hands, he slipped his shaft between my folds, forcing me to feel those barbs along my labia and cunt. It confirmed my earlier suspicions of being somehow both hard and soft. They didn't cut me, but they were firm and created a new erotic sensation up and down my stomach. "But I know that even the largest cocks in our human forms are barely the size of this one. M'gnna have to stretch you."
Claws abruptly dug into my cheeks. There was a pinprick of pain as the ends of his talons slightly broke the skin. All I could do was moan as Baby brought me up so our eyes met with each other. "But mark my words," he threatened me, "That doesn't mean you're at my mercy. One day this cock is going to tear you open. It's going to make you bleed. Do you understand?" He shook my head.
"I-I understand. Baby, please, I want it. I want it because it's you."
His eyes widened, but only for a millisecond. "Good girl."
Baby was surprisingly the cruelest lover out of all the Saja Boys. Almost worst than Jinu. Baby didn't mind making me cry. In fact, he got off when I cried.
And I didn't mind shedding a few tears for him.
"What do you want me to do to you before I breed your egg?"
I nodded my head, my words barely coming out. My jaw ached because whenever it moved, it pushed Baby's claws deeper into my flesh. "I want you to break me, Baby."
"That's what I thought. Good girl."
Baby's fingers ran through my hair. He yanked me up until I was kneeling in front of his monstrous form. His hand tightened through my strands before he forced my head down. He pushed his cock between my breasts and thrusted forward. The teal tip met my lips, forcing my mouth open. I could feel the barbs claw between the dip of my breasts.
"What do good girls do?" Baby kept his grip on the top of my head firm. His entire palm covered the entire top of my head. He kept a fast pace, thrusting through my breasts.
"They lick the tip and suck on the slit," I spoke, knowing the answer by heart.
"Then you know what to do. Do it."
I stuck my tongue out and lapped at the slit. My tongue dipped into the slit a little before I wrapped my mouth around the tip.
It didn't fit.
I tried again and it still didn't fit in my mouth.
"Aw, you look so pathetic trying to wrap your tiny little mouth around my cock. Maybe you should give up right now. I think I might tie you to the bed and go rut it out with Mystery."
I don't want that but I don't know how this cock is going to fit inside my mouth, let alone my cunt. And considering how fast and hard Baby liked to fuck, it was going to bruise me from the inside out.
But I was determined.
I was going to take this cock. I was going to make Baby praise me by the end of the night.
Praises from Baby were rare, so they were the best kinds of rewards after a long evening of rough sex. He would eat those words of his.
I try to make up for the lack of my mouth being on his cock with the friction of my hands. I wrapped one around the shaft of his cock, barely able to close the ring with my fingers. I stroked him up and down. One of my thumbs press against a barb closer to his knot. His entire cock shudders and twitches, and an actual moan escapes from his throat.
"There you go, babe. You're getting the hang of it. Touch my knot. I want you to feel the thing that's going to keep me locked inside you until that egg of yours is fertilized. Those barbs are going to burrow into the sensitive skin of your cunt and hold me inside you."
Baby must have sensed the terror that jumped up my spine. A terror that somehow made my nipples harden with pleasure. My mate smirked and reached for my hair, tugging on the ends of the strands before twirling it between his fingers. "Don't worry. The barbs will only hurt for a second, then your body will be writhing in pure ecstasy. Watch."
"Baby—"
Before I could fully protest, Baby shoved my head down on his cock. I gagged when the tip touched the back of my throat and pushed even further. Overwhelming tears slip from my eyes. This is almost too much for me, and I nearly pat Baby's thigh to give up.
But I would rather eat his cock than my own words.
My throat constricted and I suction Baby's cock. He subtly spread his legs, leaning back lazily on the bed. His hand guided me up and down, choosing the pace of what he wanted me to suck him off at. Tears build up in my eyes and snot nearly runs down my nose, but I know it's exactly what Baby likes.
Baby moaned, but it sounded more like a growl. "Fuck, babe, I should make you cry a river just so I can use your tears as lube for your tight ass."
My mate stopped bobbing my head up and down his shaft instead thrusted deep into my throat, making a bulge form deep in my esophagus.
Slick ran between my thighs. This was so fucked up. Maybe I'm fucked up for enjoying it.
That's what you get for copulating and mating with demons. It corrupted you enough to do shit like this.
Baby slapped my ass and grabbed the tender flesh. I nearly clamp my teeth down on his cock out of pure instinct but my jaw can barely move.
Before I knew it, two of Baby's talons slipped inside my cunt. His fingers are so long, they touched the end right up to my cervix. I swear he was circling his finger at that small entrance that would dilate and reveal my womb where the supposed egg resided. I hadn't even known I ovulated until he told me I was. The nails are so sharp that I can feel them slice against my walls. At this point, I wasn't sure if my arousal or my blood was going to be what lubed me up for Baby's massive cock.
"Mmmm, do you see that?" Baby groaned. He used his free hand to grab my chin and forced me to look down where he was fingering me, tilting my head enough to look but keep his cock firm in my mouth. "My fingers are basically bulging you already."
As I looked down, Baby moved his fingers inside me. A small bump formed in my lower abdomen, making me whimper, my cunt tightening around his fingers. He pushed his talons up a few more times to tease me before they opened in a scissor-like motion, stretching my walls.
"You're lucky I don't want to entirely break your poor, fragile human body and your even weaker cunt. Or I would thrust inside you right now without even using my fingers. Say thank you," he demanded while painfully thrusting his fingers knuckle-deep inside me, adding a couple more until I felt a painful stretch around my entrance. He plucked my head back enough so I could thank him.
"Th-Thank you, Baby," I sobbed. The tears were reaching my neck now, wetness falling around my breasts and hard nipples.
My mate's demonic face shifted closer to mine. A long tongue escaped the mouth, dodging red teeth before it licked the tears off my face.
"Delicious."
His tongue dove into my mouth. It basically was a tentacle given it's size and length. It was significantly longer than his cock but thinner. Closing my mouth around it, I easily sucked on the long appendage.
We remained in that pose for a long time. Baby would add and take away fingers as he pleased as I bobbed my head up and down on the tongue like it was a cock. The burning sensation in my cunt slowly melted away into pleasure. His tongue dared to creep deeper into my throat but never far enough to choke me. I trusted that he wouldn't do anything that would kill me. By the time I started grinding my hips against his fingers, Baby finally pulled everything out of me.
My cunt fluttered around nothing, the hole obscenely stretched. My mouth drooled from all the spit that gathered up.
Baby seized both of my thighs and forced them open with both of his hands. He tutted when he observed between my legs. His red eyes flicked up to mine. "The stretch isn't good enough but it will have to do. I can't hold back anymore."
Pushing my right leg until the knee was next to my head, he moved his hand to my face as a warning. "Keep your leg there babe or I'll slap your cunt," he threatened once more. I tried my best to hold my limb in place, even as it began to shake.
Baby clutched his cock and rubbed the tip of it against my hole. Whatever arousal that was there pooled on his tip. I waited in anticipation before he pushed in. The burning instantly returned and I nearly caved in on myself. I'm about to let go of my leg but Baby slammed his palm against it once more. Enough of his cock was inside me that he didn't need to guide it anymore.
The tip was inside of me now, bulging my entire canal.
Then the shaft. I could feel his veins pulse against my sensitive walls.
I'm barely to the base of his cock before he reached the end of me. I could see where he rested inside me in one long bulge up to my tiny stomach, pushing some of my organs forward. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, which fell back against my pillow.
A frustrated grunt escaped his throat. "I was hoping that I could fit more inside you. I suppose this will do.
I almost want to apologize. But it's not like it's actually my fault I'm so small compared to these demons. I'm pretty average for a female human.
"Your cunt looks amazing by the way. It's all puffy and red. Does it feel sore?"
I nodded my head.
"Good. I'll kiss it better once you be a good girl and take my entire cock."
He pressed his thumbs into the inside of my knee, finding a good grip before he dragged his cock out of me. His eyes watched his own movement inside me before he snapped his hips forward, making my body jump.
"Fuck!" I cried out, covering my face with my hands.
"I'll truly rearrange your insides," Baby laughed, hips snapping forward again before he tugged away. His pace quickened, barely giving me anytime to adjust. "If you plan on fucking the others, then you'll need this stretch."
Then again, I don't know if I would fully get used to this stretch right away. I needed time.
Baby pressed his whole body weight into me, his cock reaching a little deeper. He folded me, his pace becoming relentless. He would push as much as he could inside me then pull all the way out then push back in once more, repeating the whole process in the matter of seconds. Normally when Baby did this, it was fast and pleasurable. But with the barbs dragging along my walls, this was plain brutal the way he fucked me. But I didn't want him to stop.
I could hear how my arousal coated his cock. Whether it was painful or not, my body and my soul loved it.
"You're about to orgasm," he moaned against my neck. His long and crooked teeth caressed against my jugular. "I can feel it in the way you flutter around my cock. You're gonna have to cum a few more times if you want to fit my knot inside you, pretty girl."
As if to prove his point, he slammed inside me and grinded against his hips against my pelvis. I hissed and arched my back, feeling the resistance in the way my body couldn't accept any more of him.
"Baby, please…"
He grunted and grabbed my head, slowing his bucking movements. "You know I hate begging. It's petty. Either keep your pretty mouth quiet or thank me for giving you the best sex experience in your life."
"T-Thank you, Baby…"
"That's what I thought."
Baby continued his fast pace, my body hardly able to keep up.
Then I reached the peak, cumming around him. My orgasm touched me from head to toe.
Then it would bless me four more times. Baby laughed and praised me with each one. With each orgasm, I fit a little more of him inside me.
"I'm getting so close. And look, babe, you managed to fit another inch of my cock in you. I told you the orgasms would help." He laughed in my face before he grabbed at my waist and pulled me down as his hips pushed up.
He lifted me so I was now riding him, his hands pulling and pushing me up and down on his cock. My legs were still bent, my ankles on his shoulders. I was nose to face with Baby as he growled. His tongue darted out of his mouth, entering mine. His tongue went down my throat once more, thrusting in and out as he hauled me up and down on his cock.
Instantly, my numb pussy lips meet with the base of his cock. But Baby was still pushing against me. He was trying to shove that knot inside me. All of my breath was knocked out of me when the large knot tore into me and rested right along my entrance, fitting but barely.
There was no screaming. I could barely make a sound. I had a death grip on the sheets underneath me But there was the sound of gushing liquid as I squirted instantly all over Baby and myself. At the same time, I could feel him fill me up with his warm seed. I swear I could feel it spread throughout my entire body, though in reality I knew it was just my womb.
Baby laughed and focused on my face. I knew I was flustered, crying, and sweating. But I swear that the demon above me softened just seeing how ruined he made me. His hips bucked against me a few times, but he didn't continue his fast thrusting.
"You're such a naughty girl. But now you're a naughty and pregnant girl."
My next words barely tumble out of my lips, "W-What are the others going to think?"
Baby sighed, moving his hands up so they stroked and caressed my face. Once again, the softness of his movements were unusual and different. But appreciated. Maybe the ruts just made him mean. I was really missing Romance's aftercare right about now.
"They're probably going to be mad at first. Not at you but at me. They don't like us showing these forms, let alone to our mate. But I think they might soften once they see a little you running around. They won't be a fan that it's part me, but they'll love it because it's a part of you."
His hand intimately touched my abdomen. Even if I could barely read the expression on this new face, I could still tell that there was a little longing in his eyes. Who knew that Baby wanted a baby.
My body felt heavy. I just wanted to close my eyes and sleep.
"Rest, dear. It might take a while for the knot to deflate inside you."
I nodded my head.
At first, it was hard to get comfortable with the knot inside me, but Baby shifted us into a more bearable position on our sides. He spooned me from behind, idly stroking my breasts. The sweet caressing lulled me to sleep, where I slept heavy for an indeterminate amount of time. Who knew that all it took to feel full was to break a little first.
When I awoke, I realized that Baby wasn't in my guts anymore. He wasn't next to me, and in fact I was now lying on my back. However, I could feel something squirming between my legs. And when I inspected the area, I saw silver hair.
Mystery was holding my legs open and he was furiously lapping Baby's cum out of my cunt.
TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2. "MYSTERY."
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Summary: Five doors stand before you. Each door will either lead you to your salvation...or your doom.
<- PREV || FROM THE BEGINNING
Your lips parted, and at once your eyes burned with the threat of tears. The air in the room seemed heavier than stone, suffocating you in silence. You could feel the warmth of Jinu’s breath mingling with yours, the closeness that once felt like sanctuary now tainted by the faceless priestess’s unyielding disapproval that clung to the air like smoke.
“Why did you betray me?” The words left you in a trembling whisper, frail and weak, as though you were being pulled backward in time. Your body remembered. The moment of collapse. Crimson spilling from the wound in your stomach, the horror in your eyes as Jinu’s fingers were drenched in your blood.
Jinu’s gaze flickered, widening slowly. His lips curved into a smile that faltered almost immediately, twisting into anguish. “I… I didn’t… I…” His voice cracked under the weight of panic, panic that poured from his soul like poison. His hand lifted instinctively, fingers gnarled, inhuman, reaching for you. Yet when his eyes fell upon the monstrous shape of his hand, he recoiled violently, as though he had pressed it into searing acid.
“N-no, that’s not…” His mouth trembled, words stuttering and breaking apart. His eyes dropped, searching the void between you, searching for the salvation of a perfect excuse, or perhaps the safety of a gentle lie. But nothing came. He did not need to speak.
His silence betrayed him.
Your tears began to fall in earnest, soft trails slipping down your cheeks as memories rose in an unstoppable tide. They clawed their way into your chest, reminding you of what you once carried, what you once were.
Your duty.
Your power.
Your past.
“I trusted you,” the words left your lips in fragments, a whisper so fragile it nearly broke apart in the air. “I…” Your fist clenched the sheets beneath you, the fabric twisting beneath your fingers as another tear landed on your skin. “I trusted a demon. Even though…” Your voice broke again, another hot tear dropping. “I should have known better.”
The sound struck him like a blade. His head snapped upward, his eyes blazing with tears that threatened to spill, shimmering like a storm barely contained. “No. No, priestess, no.” His hands, desperate and clawed, closed over your trembling ones, ignoring the way your tears slicked his skin. “No. "You can always trust me," he spoke in a raspy voice, looking into your face and pleading.
Your chest tightened until it felt as though it might collapse inward. Despite the tears blurring your vision, your jaw locked, your teeth grinding together. Anger flared through your grief, burning and merciless, stoking the storm within your heart.
“Then tell me the truth.”
Your words hissed like venom, each syllable sharp enough to cut. Power surged from the well inside you, bursting outward with unstoppable force. It travelled through your hand and into his, exploding into the room as a searing wave of pure white light.
Jinu lifted his gaze to the starless heavens, the sky above was nothing more than an endless black canvas that pressed down upon the underworld. Yet sometimes, when his eyes lingered long enough, he could see it. Threads of golden light, delicate and thin as spider silk, shimmering faintly in the dark. They stretched outward like an infinite net, and he knew what they were. The Honmoon. The eternal tether between the priestess and the underworld.
Among the damned, it was a saying carved into memory, whispered like scripture: The Honmoon is tied to the priestess’ life. Destroy her, and you will be set free.
Once, Jinu had been the loyal commander of Gwima, king of the underworld. Yet with each passing generation of priestess, Gwima's strength waned. His body, once a roaring inferno, had become little more than a smoldering vessel. Jinu knew the underworld would collapse into ruin and be engulfed in a never-ending, oppressive darkness if Gwima's fire ever went out entirely.
The mission had been simple in word, almost laughable in its clarity. Find the weakness of the priestess. Break the Honmoon. Shatter the tether. With her destroyed, the demons would rise from the lowest wretches to the mightiest lords, spilling across the living world like a plague. The skies above would blacken, the soil would rot, and the underworld would claim what was once denied.
If he succeeded… A smirk crept across his lips at the thought. If he succeeded, peace would finally come. No more torment. No more shame. No more gnawing guilt that ate him alive from within. His regrets would finally burn away into nothing.
And so he broke through the veil.
The barrier between the realms cracked beneath the pressure of his power, and he stepped into the world of the living. His infernal form cloaked itself in a mask of humanity. He had to laugh at how pitifully easy it was. Mortals, blinded and bewitched by beauty, drunk on lust and charm, welcomed him as if he were one of their own. His smile alone was enough to bend them. His false warmth enough to secure their trust.
He wove himself into the royal court with practiced grace, his rise effortless. Gwima’s influence had already slithered its way into the veins of human nobility, his pawns scattered among the aristocracy. Higher and higher Jinu climbed, until he stood at the emperor’s side, his mask flawless, another viper hidden in plain sight.
And the priestess… sweet, naive priestess. So pitiful in her innocence. You would never see it until the snare had already closed around your neck. By the time you realized how deeply you were surrounded by your enemies, it would be far too late.
Yet for all his cunning, for all his carefully laid plans, there was a problem.
You were never alone.
Wherever you went, holy knights shadowed your every step. They guarded you as you prayed, as you purified the land, as you sealed the wounds in the world where demons threatened to slip through. With every blessing, with every ritual, you strengthened the barriers that kept his kind at bay. You wrapped the earth in light, and Gwima's fire hissed and sputtered beneath it.
Patience. He had to be patient. He repeated the word until it seared into his mind. One mistake. That was all he needed. One slip in your guard. One falter in your resolve.
So he waited. He played his part, pretending to be the emperor’s faithful servant. He sowed seeds of distrust among the noble houses, whispering poison into eager ears, feeding their greed, their envy, their ambition. He nurtured corruption like a careful gardener, preparing the soil for the priestess to fall.
But no matter what he did, no matter how carefully he plotted, it all came undone the moment you arrived.
Every time you walked into the city, every time your voice lifted in sacred song, every time your blessings spilled into the streets like sunlight breaking through frost, his efforts turned to ash. The malice he sowed, the corruption he nurtured, the suspicion he sharpened in men’s hearts, all withered like weeds in spring.
Because when you smiled, when your light touched them, their hearts bloomed. And all the shadows he had cultivated died beneath your radiance.
Patience.
He repeated the word like a prayer, but even patience had begun to abandon him. Each night that passed without the priestess’s death gnawed at his sanity. Sleep never came without the echo of screams, the cries of those he had failed to silence, the laughter of his own past mistakes mocking him from the shadows.
And it was not only his patience fraying. Gwima’s, too, had worn thin. Jinu could feel it in the tremor of the underworld, in the bitter heat of its flames, in the merciless pressure tightening around his heart. His king had begun to unleash his soldiers into the human realm with reckless aggression, unleashing havoc and bloodshed as if to say he had stalled too long. Then, for the first time in five years, Gwima spoke to him directly. The voice was a cold knife of command whispering into the marrow of his bones.
Head north of the capital. Slaughter the remaining holy knights. Find the priestess. End her life. End this war.
It was not a request. It was law.
Jinu’s lips twisted into a grin as he let his power consume him. The world blurred, space bent, and instantly he stood at the heart of the carnage. The battlefield reeked of iron and smoke, corpses torn apart like broken dolls scattered across the ground.
The lone soldier stood trembling, aqua hair matted with sweat and blood, his blade slick in his fists. His eyes, sharp as ice, flicked from side to side as he tried to track any more enemies that may be closing in. Jinu recognized him immediately. The prodigy. The captain of the holy knights. The priestess’s shadow, her protector, a boy who had carved through over a thousand demons as though he were born for slaughter.
But the sight before him now was almost laughable.
Jinu’s chuckle broke the silence, low and cruel, as his gaze dropped to the corruption spreading across the knight’s skin. Dark purple veins crawled beneath the surface like rot, an unholy mark creeping up his neck, a visible brand of betrayal.
“Checkmate,” Jinu murmured to himself. The boy had bargained with Gwima. He had bartered his soul in exchange for the strength to kill others of Jinu’s kind. And now, no matter what valour remained in him, his soul was already chained. He would never reach the heavens. Never find peace. His eternity would be purgatory.
In a blink, Jinu appeared before him, his movement faster than thought. The knight’s eyes widened, his grip faltering for a heartbeat. Jinu smiled as though savouring the moment.
“Look at what you’ve done,” he said, his voice dripping with mockery. “Your brothers lie scattered in pieces, and yet you dare hold that sword as if you are still the priestess' saviour.”
The soldier’s jaw clenched. He bared his teeth like a beast cornered, his blade jerking upward in a desperate guard. “I am nothing like them,” he spat, fury cracking through the pain that bound him. “All I need to do is kill you, and the priestess will purify this land.”
Jinu tilted his head, studying the way the boy’s legs quivered beneath him, the tremor that ran through his arm with every twitch of the blade. The strength that had once made him a legend had burned away, leaving only scraps of defiance. His eyes lost their clarity, his vision unfocused, yet he still glared as if hatred alone could keep him standing.
“The moment you surrendered your soul,” Jinu said softly, taking one step forward. Then another. His fingers curled, nails lengthening into claws, gleaming with predatory hunger. “That was the moment you lost the right to stand at your beloved priestess' side.”
The words landed like a blade. The knight’s eyes widened, shock flooding them, his body loosening as though the truth itself had ripped through sinew and bone. His grip faltered. His strength bled out of him.
Before he could recover, Jinu struck. His hand cut through the air like lightning, claws piercing steel, flesh, and bone. They drove deep into the knight’s chest, the sound a sickening crack followed by the rush of breath forced from his lungs.
Jinu’s grin widened as the light in the boy’s eyes began to flicker.
“Suffer for all eternity,” Jinu’s voice was colder than stone, each word striking like iron. “Carry the knowledge that you have forsaken the very teachings of the priestess you once worshipped.”
Blood spilled from the knight’s lips in torrents, a crimson waterfall staining his armour and the ground beneath him. His body trembled with the effort to cling to life, yet still, his hands rose, fingers clutching desperately at Jinu’s wrist. His grip was weak, but filled with stubborn fire, as though sheer will might halt the inevitable.
It was useless.
With casual ease, Jinu tore his hand free, crimson dripping from his claws in grotesque rivulets. The soldier collapsed at his feet, body folding lifelessly into the dirt. Jinu moved to step over him, his focus fixed on the hunt, on the priestess who would surely now be alone, stripped of her guardian and ripe for slaughter.
But then he felt it.
Something tugged at him. His gaze dropped. The knight’s trembling hand still clung stubbornly to the hem of his pants.
A scoff left Jinu’s lips, sharp and humorless. Did the fool not realize his body was already breaking apart? Gwima’s curse had taken hold, and the corruption consumed him inch by inch. Flesh withered. Bone crumbled. Already he was nothing more than a dying ember.
Power. Wealth. Status. That was always Gwima’s promise. That was always what lured mortals into ruin. Time and time again, humanity reached for the bait, believing they could wield the darkness without being swallowed whole. And here lay the consequence, unravelling before Jinu’s eyes.
The knight’s hand remained fastened to him even as his chest ceased to rise. Even as his soul slipped away. Even as his body disintegrated into dust, leaving nothing but remnants consumed by the curse. Even then, even as the last fragments of his existence dissolved into the wind, his hand lingered, clinging to Jinu as though it alone might hold him back. Until, at last, that too faded into nothing.
For reasons, he could not name, Jinu paused. He stood still, staring down at the empty space where the soldier had once been. He had no reason to hesitate. He had no reason to stop. His mission was clear. The priestess must die. His freedom depended on it. And yet… he lingered.
Why?
The question gnawed at him, though he tried to bury it. He reminded himself that he had eternity to contend with. Eternity made self-interest the only truth worth clinging to. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else ever had.
His eyes darkened as he inhaled slowly. The mask of humanity cloaked him once more, skin smoothing, claws retreating. Step after step, he moved north, his senses sharpening as the air changed.
It was cleaner here. Purified. The very wind stung his skin, making it itch as though needles pricked his flesh. He followed the trail like a predator stalking prey, and soon the ruins rose before him. A temple, collapsed into rubble and dust. Its broken pillars lay scattered, and at the centre stood the weathered statue of the priestess. Her face had long since crumbled, leaving only fragments of divinity behind.
He was about to move when he heard it.
A sound, soft and fragile, breaking the silence like glass. A sob, trembling and choking.
His eyes cut sharply toward it.
Behind the ruined statue, a figure came into view. A hanbok, ivory fabric threaded with gold, the fabric dulled with wear but still radiant in its simplicity.
A manic grin split across his face, stretching wide, uncontainable. Finally. Finally, the priestess. Once he tore you apart, once your blood stained his claws, the weight of his chains would shatter.
He would be free.
His body coiled with anticipation, his hand beginning to twist and deform. Fingers lengthened, skin stretched, claws gleamed, grotesque and eager to taste flesh. He stepped forward, ready to end it.
But then you lifted your head.
Your eyes met his, wide and luminous despite the tears.
“Baby?”
Your voice was soft. Melodious. Gentle. It washed over him like the tide, calm and eternal, a sound that silenced the storm in his chest for a fleeting moment.
Without realizing it, Jinu’s breath caught. His claws—those wretched symbols of his true nature—shifted back, hidden quickly behind his back as though he were ashamed.
Kill her.
The voice slithered through his skull, sharp and urgent, a command forged of iron.
“Priestess,” Jinu whispered instead, his lips curving into something that tried to resemble gentleness. The smile did not reach his eyes.
At the sound of the name you had spoken, your head bowed quickly, almost in shame. “I… I’m sorry. You’re Jinu, right?” Your lips tried to form a smile, but it wavered, broken by grief. Your eyes, rimmed red and swollen, betrayed you as the first of many tears slid down your cheeks. “I… I was with Ba—” Your voice broke, your teeth biting down on your lip before you corrected yourself. “I was with the Captain, and he…” Your trembling hands folded together tightly, fingers entwined as if in prayer. “Have you seen him?”
Kill her.
The voice persisted, stronger now, insistent.
Jinu’s claws twitched. He wanted to obey, wanted to silence the fragile music of your voice forever, yet his body betrayed him. Something in his chest, something unnamable, pressed down on his heart and stilled his hand. He had heard of the priestess’s power before, whispers of your light that could quell even the vilest of creatures. Now, standing in your presence, he felt it. Suffocating, humiliating, the weight of humanity pressed down on him.
It was unbearable.
He stepped forward. Then another. And another. Until, at last, his knees touched the ground before you.
Kill her!
The voice erupted, thunder splitting his mind. His head throbbed violently, his vision blurred, and for a moment, he thought his skull might shatter beneath the pressure. His hands clenched, claws scraping against stone.
But then…
Softness.
When his eyes fluttered open, a gentle warmth was pressed against his face. Your palm. Cool and light, resting on his cheek as if you held something fragile instead of a monster. Sunlight seemed to pool from your hand, flowing into him, drowning out the noise.
Quiet.
Relief.
Peace.
The storm within him stilled, silenced with a single touch. A sensation he had abandoned long ago, a dream he had never allowed himself to hope for, was offered freely to him by you. A bitter laugh spilled from his throat, low, and trembling. The voice that had commanded him so relentlessly was gone, swallowed whole by the purity of your touch.
You startled at the sound and drew back quickly, your face colouring with embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” you stammered, your laugh nervous, your hand rising to scratch your cheek in a shy habit. “B— I mean, the Captain always told me not to use my powers carelessly, but…” Your voice softened, your smile shy, yet slowly blossoming into something genuine. “But you looked like you were in pain. I can’t… ignore that.”
Naive. Utterly naive. The thought coiled in Jinu’s mind even as his chest tightened. Surely, you must have felt it. Surely, you must have known the truth of him. He was a demon. His presence alone was poisoned with malice. His intentions, from the very moment he had set eyes on you, had been drenched in blood.
And yet, you smiled at him.
With sudden brightness, you rose to your feet, ivory hanbok catching the dim light, golden threads shimmering faintly even in ruin. “If you found me, then that means the Captain was successful, right?” you asked, your cheerfulness almost jarring against the broken stones and crumbled statue around you.
He studied you in silence, eyes narrowing slightly. He needed your trust. He reminded himself that this warmth was nothing but influence, a trick of your power worming into his mind, bending him away from his true purpose. That had to be the reason.
That was why he could not kill you. Not yet.
Until he uncovered how to shatter the chains of your power, he would stay close.
Closer than anyone.
Donning his most sympathetic mask, Jinu forced his hand to shift back into its human shape before resting it gently on your trembling shoulder. His voice was heavy with false grief. “I am sorry, Priestess.” He lowered his head, eyes closing as if in reverence. “On my way here, I saw only the fallen.”
He felt the tension coil through your body before he heard the small, broken gasp escape your lips.
“Th… that cannot be.” Your voice cracked as tears swelled, glistening in your eyes. “The Captain is the strongest man I know. He promised. He promised he would come back.” With desperation clawing at your words, you shoved past him and stumbled forward, your white hanbok billowing like a ghost’s shroud in the dark wind.
It was effortless for him to follow, his steps silent as you ran into the field of death. You stopped among the bodies of the slain, your fragile figure framed by carnage. The purity of your robes glowed against the blood-soaked soil, an untainted light drowning in ruin. You found the Captain's sword lying at your feet, silent proof of his defeat.
Your knees gave way, and you sank into the dirt, hands trembling as they covered your mouth to strangle the sound of anguish tearing from your soul. But nothing could smother the raw devastation etched into your every line.
Before Jinu could move, he heard it again. The serpent hiss of Gwima’s voice coiled in his mind.
The priestess’s power is still intact, still too strong. When her barrier falters, you will strike. Until then, build her trust.
The voice chuckled, its darkness crawling like rot through his skull, before fading into silence.
Confusion churned within him. Anger. Regret. A grief he should not feel. All of it knotted together into a storm that made no sense. Yet at the centre of it, one truth stood clear, gleaming with cruel honesty.
Selfishness.
He was already damned. His soul had already been sold, bartered away to shadows and fire. Nothing more could condemn him than what he already was.
So he did what demons did best. He played his part. He became the mask. The loyal advisor to the emperor. The devout protector of the priestess. He embodied it so convincingly that when you leaned against him for support, shattered by despair, your tears wetting his robe, even he almost believed the lie.
When the world burned hotter with every passing night, when demons clawed further into human lands, he whispered soft words against your ear. “You can always trust me, Priestess.”
And like the naive fool you were, you looked into his eyes and smiled through the wreckage of your sorrow. Your lips parted on a breath that tasted of unwavering faith. “I know.”
From that moment, he became your beacon. He replaced the fallen Captain, proving again and again that his strength could guard you. You clung to him when the storms grew harsher, never suspecting that the tide of war was being orchestrated around you, every powerful position replaced by Gwima’s men, every victory slowly dismantled. You poured yourself into cleansing the land, never realizing that your prayers and blessings were nothing more than buckets drawn from an ocean of malice that could never be drained.
And yet, Jinu’s dark eyes lingered on you. Watching your devotion. Watching your smile, luminous despite despair. Watching the fragile, unyielding courage that made you unbearably human.
Sometimes, in the secret hours of night, he allowed himself to wonder. What would it be like to be human again?
A thought, so fragile at first, that he crushed it with scorn. But the thought returned. It lingered. It softened. It grew. Until it became a dream.
And soon, it was no longer a dream. It became something far more dangerous. A daydream that took root even while he stood beside you, whispering his vows of loyalty.
But all too soon, it shattered—his mission, his fragile dream, everything—when a demon dared to attack the priestess during one of your cleansing rituals.
What struck him with horror was not only that the creature breached the sacred barrier, a barrier meant to sap a demon’s strength to nothing, but that for one fleeting moment, it nearly succeeded in reaching you.
He did not think. His body moved before his mind caught up. In a heartbeat, he stood before you, teleporting into the fray, his hands shifting into claws that ripped through the demon’s flesh as if it were paper. He tore it apart with feral violence, blood staining his skin, the ground, the air.
And in that instant, two truths revealed themselves.
The first: you saw him in his full demon form.
The second: your power was waning.
He expected your scream. He braced for your rejection, for your horrified eyes to turn away from him as though he were filth. Yet instead, you smiled. A soft, radiant, devastating smile. You whispered your thanks as if he had been nothing less than a knight in shining armour. As if he were not grotesque, not damned, not a demon sent to end you.
That smile struck deeper than any blade.
When he asked why you did not recoil, why you looked at him as though he were still worthy, you simply said:
“I have always known you were a demon, Jinu.” You laughed then, a light, airy sound that should not have existed in such a cruel world. “But I trust you.”
Something inside him shifted—no, broke open. His daydreams grew teeth, grew wings, and became something dangerous.
They grew into hope.
Hope for a future. Hope for a future with you.
And that hope transformed into something far more terrifying. It blossomed into want, into hunger, into a desire so deep it hollowed him out and left him trembling.
And when he gave in, when he finally surrendered to that want, he realized, as every fool does before their ruin, that he had chosen love above all else.
That was his downfall.
For when your barrier at last collapsed, and you gave your love back to him with unshaken faith, the voices returned. Dark. Frenzied. Rabid. They crawled into his skull and whispered until his every thought bled.
They reminded him.
If she knew the truth, if she knew it was his hands that killed her beloved captain, coldly and without mercy, she would recoil. If she knew him to be her murderer, she would hate him. She would curse his name.
And before he could shut them out, before he could silence them, it was too late.
One moment, he was draping your robes gently over your bare shoulders, his hands tender, his chest aching with love. The next, he stood frozen before you, staring as blood dripped from your lips. He could not move, could not breathe, as your body crumpled in front of him. His throat tore with a soundless scream, his lips trembling as he raised his hand and saw what had damned him.
Claws. His claws.
Stained with your blood.
“P-priestess… p-priestess… a-ahhhhhh!” The scream ripped from his throat, raw and jagged, splitting his chest open with agony. “No, no, no, I didn’t—” His voice broke, shattering under the weight of grief. Tears blurred his vision, hot and stinging, while anguish and terror churned inside him like bile rising, choking, burning. He cradled you against him, clutching you to his chest as if he could shield you from what had already been done. The warmth of your blood soaked into his skin, each drop a brand, a reminder, a punishment, coating him in regret he could never wash away.
Why? How? He never wanted this. He never wanted to hurt you. His claws, his body, his cursed existence—it had betrayed him.
He had betrayed you.
And then it came, that voice, crashing through his mind louder than ever before. Gwima. His laughter filled every crevice of Jinu’s skull, rattling his bones, deafening and triumphant.
“Good work, boy,” Gwima purred, his words like poison spilling into his ears.
The world shifted. It looked like the heavens were crying as Jinu watched the threads of light he had always seen from below wilt, twist, and fall apart into strands of black and red.
“Priestess…” Jinu whimpered, his voice breaking apart like glass. His tears fell freely, streaming down his face, burning trails into his skin. All his life, he had chosen wrong. Selfishness. Cowardice. Wasn’t that why he had become a demon? Wasn’t that why he had abandoned his family, why he stood cursed, why everything he touched turned to ash? His head bent low over you, trembling and desperate, as if his warmth could coax life back into your cooling body.
There was one chance. One place. A sacred land, untouched, where you travelled once a year to offer prayers to the priestesses before you. A lake that whispered of healing waters, blessed by the divine. A fragile hope. Impossible. But the only hope Jinu had left.
“You’re making a mistake, boy,” Gwima’s voice spat venom inside his head.
Jinu’s jaw clenched, his teeth grinding, and he ignored the voice that had haunted him all his life. With a guttural cry, he gathered you in his arms and surged forward, his body trembling yet driven by frantic desperation.
“You will never make it there,” Gwima whispered, cruel delight coating every syllable. “Our kind is not welcome. That land will tear you apart. But… oh, how I will enjoy watching you try.” The echoes of his laughter were merciless.
“Silence,” Jinu hissed, though the word came broken, strangled. His legs pumped harder, faster. Each second was slipping like sand through his bloody fingers. As he pressed you close, he could feel your heart's weakening, faltering beat. Panic raced wild in his chest, each thud a hammer of fear.
“Priestess, I…” his voice cracked, desperate, as he stumbled forward, “I’m sorry.” The plea spilled from him again and again, a prayer, a confession, a plea for forgiveness he knew you would never hear.
A demon like him had no right to happiness. He had thrown his humanity away, clawed into the abyss with his hands. He knew it. He knew it, yet still… he had hoped. He had dreamed. Foolishly, recklessly, he had loved.
The moment his foot crossed the boundary into the sacred land, agony consumed him. His lungs were crushed and scorched by the dense air of purification that choked his throat. His skin blistered instantly, flesh searing as though scalding water had been poured over every inch of him. The air tore at his being, shredding every fibre of his cursed form.
A guttural shriek tore from his lips, inhuman, gutted, piercing the silent land. “AHHHHHHHHHHH!” He fought, trembling, to keep you in his arms as his body seized, and his knees crashed into the floor. He refused to drop you. He refused to let go. Even as his body was flayed open by divine fire, he clung to you, his scream mingling with the desperate cry of his heart.
Still beyond the agony, beyond the torment gnawing at his very marrow, he forced himself upright. His legs shook violently, his body convulsed with pain, yet he staggered forward. He could not stop. He could not falter. The peak of the mountain was his only salvation, the priestess’s only chance.
But the holy energy was merciless. Each step further was an execution. His flesh blistered and tore beneath its light. With a sickening crackle, white-hot flames erupted from his skin, licking upward, devouring him alive. His body seized as his sight dropped low, and horror gripped him when he saw it—his legs had been burned away, nothing but ruined stumps struggling to drag him onward. And you—his priestess, his love—lay motionless on the ground, blood blooming across your white garments like a wound on snow.
His left eye dimmed into darkness, vision consumed by shadow, but his senses remained sharp enough to smell the acrid stench of his flesh burning. Still, he crawled. His body blackened and broke apart, but his will remained. He dragged himself with ruined hands, the fingers cracking, crumbling into ash with every desperate scrape against the holy soil.
“L-love…” he rasped, his voice shredded raw, little more than a whisper strangled by fire. “I’ll… I’ll make this right.”
He reached for you, but his hands dissolved into nothing, leaving only stubs of ash that fell from his wrists. Still, he did not stop. He could not surrender. Not now. Not when your fading light was all he had left.
If there was even a shred of mercy in this world, he begged it to let him cling to hope. Hope that a wretched thing like him could reach you. Hope that a monster could believe in salvation.
“I’ll…fix this,” he gasped, dragging his burning carcass closer, though his arm blistered, split, and crumbled away before his very eyes. “Just like we promised…” His voice cracked, breaking into a sob that tore his throat apart. His words were desperate prayers, fragile fragments of dreams long denied. “I will build a world where… I could… protect… your… happine—”
The tears streaming down his face sizzled the moment they fell, burning away before they could stain the earth. It was as if the holy land itself forbade a creature like him from grieving.
And still, even as his body disintegrated, stripped to ash and scattered on the merciless wind, his gaze never left you. His last breath, his last thought, his last fragment of existence was carved with your name, your face, your light.
Forgotten by the world, but not by his love.
Slowly, your eyes fluttered open. Your cheeks glistened with the tracks of salty tears as you searched for him, desperate for some sign of life, some tether to this world. You were back in the realm—his realm—the place that had been tainted by pain, regret, and love.
“Priestess…” Jinu’s voice was raw and ragged with grief. His hand lifted tremblingly to cup your cheek, warm and weak, and his eyes shone with tears that refused to fall. “I’m… sorry,” he whispered, every word soaked in devastating pain. “I’m sorry, priestess…”
And then, finally, a single tear broke free, trailing down his face. His other hand rose slowly to cradle your face, a desperate gesture, as though he might vanish if he let go. “I know I don’t deserve you,” he murmured, voice low and ragged, cracking under the weight of everything. “So… please... forsake me.”
His forehead pressed against yours, breath mingling, lips forcing a fragile, watery smile. “Forsake me here and now, and…” He let out a shaky, broken chuckle, the sound wet with sorrow. “You’ll be free. Free from me… free from… misery.” His thumb brushed away a tear rolling down your cheek, gentle, lingering and impossibly tender.
And suddenly, clarity struck you. You understood. You understood where you were, why your spirit lingered, why you were caught between worlds. Regret. Pain. Love unfulfilled.
If you forsook him… could your heart breathe again? Could your soul finally lift, unburdened by the weight of betrayal, by the scars of his past? Could you forgive, or would you choose the freedom of release over the ache of attachment?
Your gaze stayed locked on his, trembling and raw, caught between the pull of love and the promise of liberation.
What should you do?
Forsake Jinu
Forgive Jinu
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Guess who still has hair? This guy😎 this was an amazing read. See people? We still get good quality content without the need to fucking die. That being said, I'm honestly lost with this one. I'm not sure which one to chose
A/N: So, I think it's safe to say, some people vote with their 🍑 and you know what? Fucking respect. Smut is queen ✨️
Summary: Five doors stand before you. Each door will either lead you to your salvation...or your doom.
CW: emotional smut, p in v, multiple orgasm, oral sex (m!receiving), rough sex, cream pie, mental spiral, self harm
<- PREV || FROM THE BEGINNING
The truth sat heavy in your throat, thick and suffocating, refusing to be born into sound. It clawed at the back of your tongue, but the moment your lips parted, the will to speak withered away, shrivelling until there was nothing left.
You raised your eyes to Jinu's eyes, which were once warm, brown, and human but are now internally illuminated by a steady, slow pulse of molten orange. The glow breathed with him, in and out, each flicker stronger than the last. His skin, once unmarked, yielded to the creeping stain of his heritage. Purple veins threaded beneath the surface, and the taint crawled outward, claiming him without mercy.
The pounding in your chest wouldn’t stop. The air burned to inhale. Fear pressed against your ribs, but grief was there too, buried beneath it, grinding like glass in your lungs.
You raised your hand. Your fingers trembled as they brushed his cheek, and his body stilled as though you’d frozen him in place. Then, slowly, he leaned into your palm. The shift in his breath was so slight, so fragile, it felt like you were holding the last flicker of him before the darkness swallowed it whole.
Your forehead rested against his. The tears had stopped, but the world stayed blurred and hazy, the edges running like smeared ink.
“Jinu.” His name escaped you as little more than a breath, weighted like a prayer.
“My love,” he answered, clear and certain, the words pressing into your bones until it hurt to stay here, until it hurt to keep looking at him.
Your lips quivered. You tried to smile. It faltered, breaking apart with a wet, brittle laugh, a sound too thin to survive the air between you.
“I missed you.” The words cracked as soon as they left you, and fresh tears cut hot lines down your skin. Your lips hovered over his. “Please… don’t stop.”
Something jolted through him. His muscles coiled, his breath stuttered, and his gaze locked on yours with an intensity that felt like being gripped by the throat. The orange in his eyes consumed what little brown remained until there was nothing human left.
“Jinu,” you said again, voice trembling, another tear slipping free.
The marks bloomed across him faster now—purple and jagged, spreading like shattering glass, each fragment cutting deeper into the man he used to be.
His hands framed your face, gentle enough to break you, and then his lips were on yours. Once. Twice. Again and again, each kiss more urgent than the last, as if he could smother the truth between them.
When he pulled back, his voice was rough, close to breaking. “I promise… you’ll be safe here. With me…” The promise bent, warped, turned sharp as his lips stretched wider, the curve of his mouth pulling into something that was no longer entirely human. “For all eternity, priestess. I’ll keep you safe right here.”
You felt like something deep inside you gave way. At first, it was soft, like the sound of thin ice breaking under your feet, but it got worse and worse until it felt like nothing was holding you together.
You nodded, humming low, and closed your eyes.
He pushed you back, covering your bare form with his heat. His arm braced beside your head. The weight of him was all around you, the smell of him, the burning of his skin. You could no longer see the Jinu who once stood steadfast at your side.
The blunt, swollen head of his cock pressed hard against your soaked entrance, his hips grinding just enough to make you feel how much you were already straining to take him. The heat radiating from him made your thighs twitch around his waist. “A reunion,” he muttered, voice thick and guttural, his breath hot against your lips. He pushed forward, not with patience, but with the cruel slowness of a predator savouring the first bite. Inch by inch, your body was forced open for him, your slick stretching to wrap around every ridge, every throbbing vein. “To us… once more.”
Your gasp broke into a ragged cry as your back arched. He filled you deeper and deeper until the base of him ground against your swollen folds, the heavy weight of his cock throbbing inside you. Your walls clenched desperately around him, trying to adjust to the unbearable heat, but he wasn’t giving you time. He stayed buried to the hilt, chest rising and falling, like he was holding back from devouring you whole.
The faint warmth in his eyes was gone. Now, it was burned away by the raw hunger twisting his features. His lips peeled into a grin that was nothing but teeth, a dark chuckle rolling from his chest like it was pulled from something older and far less human.
His hips tore back and slammed forward in one brutal thrust that punched a sharp cry from your throat. The pleasure was raw, jagged, threaded with pain, and it only made him groan low and deep as if the sound of your hurt fed him.
His hands—once human—clamped down on you, claws digging into your flesh, holding you in place as if you were prey that might try to run. The bite of pain bloomed hot across your shoulders, the sharp sting swallowed by the molten wave of pleasure that followed each thrust.
He pulled out to the head, then drove back in with a snarl, hips crashing into you, grinding his pelvis against your clit with every punishing stroke. Your legs opened wider, your body betraying you, welcoming the brutal rhythm.
The sound of your slick cunt echoed between you, each wet slap loud and shameless. You could feel the thick crown of him pounding at your cervix, every thrust a hard, deliberate claim.
“I’ve been waiting,” he growled, the words barely human, vibrating low in his throat. “Waiting to fuck you again, priestess.” His hips snapped faster, each stroke so deep it left you gasping, your fingers clawing at the bedding for something to hold on to.
The pressure in your belly coiled tight, unbearable. “J-Jinu—” His name broke in a moan as your body locked around him, your orgasm hitting like a surge of white heat. Your walls convulsed, clutching him in greedy pulses, but he didn’t relent. He fucked you harder, through every tremor, through your breathless sobs, using your spasms to wring more pleasure from you.
The wet squelch of your cunt was filthy in your ears, your slick dripping down to coat his heavy balls. With a rough growl, he tore himself from you, leaving you empty and trembling. His cock stood hard and flushed, smeared with your cream, twitching with every beat of his pulse.
He dragged his tongue across his lower lip, gaze crawling over your heaving chest before dropping to your glistening, fluttering cunt. The hunger in his eyes was no longer just lust. It was possession, the look of something that had claimed you and would never let you go.
He manhandled you like you weighed nothing, flipping and dragging you until your chest hit the sheets and your knees sank into the mattress. A sharp tug on your hair yanked your head back, your breath catching in your throat. His other hand hooked hard under your hip, hauling you up, and then he drove his cock back into you with one brutal thrust that punched the air from your lungs.
The shock lit up your spine, sharp and electric, forcing a yelp from you that melted into a long, needy moan. The new angle had him so deep and tight, it felt like he was splitting you open. Your ass slapped against his hips with every savage stroke, the force rocking you forward only for him to drag you back by your hair, keeping you right where he wanted you.
He bent over you, pressing your back into a deep bow, until his other hand slid under your chest. Claws grazed your skin before he found your nipple, pinching and rolling it between sharp fingers until you whimpered.
“It’s… too much—” The words came out half-sob, half-plea, but he didn’t stop.
He yanked you upright until your spine pressed to the solid wall of his chest. His sharp teeth grazed your ear, his breath fanning hot across your skin. “You can take all of me,” he growled, his voice dropping into something primal. “You always have.” He drove into you with a grunt, hitting your g-spot so perfectly your mind emptied, every thought evaporating until there was nothing but him and the aching, pulsing need between your legs.
Both hands moved to your breasts, kneading them roughly, squeezing until your nipples ached. The thick head of his cock pressed and rubbed over your g-spot again and again, the pleasure winding tight inside you. You bit your lip, choking on a gasp, your stomach clenching as another orgasm built dangerously close to the first.
His hand slid down your belly, fingers finding your swollen clit and circling it with maddening precision. You jerked, thighs trembling, every nerve screaming from the overload. Your hands clawed at his arms—thick, hard muscle under your fingertips—trying to anchor yourself while he fucked your cunt and teased your clit at the same time.
It was too much, too quick, and before you knew it, you shattered with a cry, heat flooding through you as wetness spilled down your thighs. The pleasure was so sharp it made your vision blur, your body shaking against his.
A low, breathy chuckle rumbled against your back as you sobbed from the intensity. Then he shoved you forward, pressing your face into the bed. Your hips stayed high, helpless, and his grip tightened on your waist before he slammed back into you.
The scream that tore from your throat morphed into a shameless moan, saliva slipping from the corner of your mouth. The world blurred at the edges, every sense narrowed to the brutal rhythm of his cock driving into you.
The sound of skin smacking skin filled the room—whether from his hips pounding against you or his palm coming down to spank your ass, you couldn’t tell anymore. Everything was heat, sound, and sensation, until you were floating, weightless, carried on another crashing wave of raw, mindless pleasure.
Your lips curved into a dazed, fucked-out smile, trembling as his cock stretched you to the limit, dragging over every sensitive ridge inside you. Each deep thrust rubbed your raw, fluttering walls until you were shivering from overstimulation, the pleasure so sharp it felt like your body couldn’t contain it.
“My love… my love,” he groaned, his voice breaking into something guttural and dangerous. His thrusts turned erratic. Two brutal slams knocked the breath from your chest before he buried himself to the hilt, locked deep.
You felt him swell inside you, the thick, insistent pulse of his cock twitching as he spilled himself, the molten flood spreading through you in slow, decadent waves. Your spine bowed, nails curling into the sheets, the fullness and heat so intense it made your vision haze.
When he finally slid out, your walls clenched desperately around nothing, the gush of his seed leaking from you in thick, wet dribbles down your thighs.
Before you could even catch your breath, he shifted your body, brushing your hair back to see your face. His eyes burned like suns too close, too bright to survive, and his voice was a low, feral rasp. “More.”
Then his cock was in front of you, glistening with your combined release, thick and flushed, still half-hard. Your mouth opened before you could think as the earthy, musky, intoxicating smell of him hit you. You licked him clean like something starved, swirling your tongue around the head, savouring the taste of him and yourself in one filthy mouthful.
He thrust into your mouth even before he’d fully hardened again, his pace shallow but hungry, his length thickening against your tongue. You swallowed around him greedily, the slick heat of your throat coaxing him back to full, aching hardness.
Your pussy was still lazily dripping with his cum when you leaned back, spreading your thighs wide and pulling your swollen folds apart with trembling fingers. The mess between your legs glistened under his gaze.
“Please,” you breathed, your voice shaking, your hole fluttering at nothing. “Fill me again… keep me full forever.”
Something inside him snapped. His two thick, claw-tipped fingers pressed against you, enveloping the air with the obscene squelch of his own cum. You tipped your head back, throat bared, moaning as he scissored you open, the stretch deliberate and cruel.
“Look at you,” he growled, his voice curling low and dangerous. “You gave your heart to me without hesitation… and now you’re nothing but my perfect little hole to ruin.”
His palm ground against your swollen clit, sending a violent shudder through your body. Your legs trembled, your cunt clenching desperately around his fingers, milking them for more.
When you looked up at him, eyes glassy, you smiled—bright and airy despite the filth dripping down your thighs. “More… more…” you whispered, the words spilling out like prayer.
“If you drown in me,” he murmured, pressing in deeper, “there’ll be nothing left of you but mine.”
You cried out, your body tightening around his fingers, only for him to pull them away suddenly.
The loss was a knife, but it became something better when he shoved his cum-coated fingers past your lips, pressing them down against your tongue until you moaned around the taste.
The heavy, hot crown of his cock nudged your folds before slamming forward, splitting you open in one brutal thrust. He fucked your mouth with his fingers while pounding your cunt with the thick, relentless drive of someone intent on claiming every inch of you.
Every thrust pressed his length so deep it felt like he was rearranging you, and every push of his fingers in your mouth tasted of your own submission. Your mind floated, untethered, lost entirely to him.
You weren’t just being fucked. You were being devoured, body and soul, until there was no space left for anything but Jinu.
But, even in a place of eternal pleasure, there were moments where the haze thinned...moments to breathe, to feel the silence press in.
When your eyes fluttered open in that timeless void, you turned your head to find Jinu sleeping beside you. The calm of his bare chest rose and fell, but the rest of him… was entirely swallowed in his curse now, every inch blackened and crawling with the diseased markings.
Between your thighs, the tacky drag of drying seed clung to your skin, a grim reminder of what had been taken, what you had given.
Your body felt hollow when you slipped off the bed, each step on the cold floor pulling you further from warmth. The statue stood in the centre of the chamber. The priestess’s stone form, where her face was long since torn away and nothing but a jagged void where divinity once looked back, remained.
You reached out, fingertips brushing the weather-worn stone. Maybe you wanted grounding. Maybe you wanted forgiveness. Instead, tears began to well unbidden.
And then the voice came.
That cruel, venom-laced whisper.
“You had a duty.”
“You failed.”
“You traitor.”
The air itself seemed to blister against your skin. You staggered back, knees buckling, hands clamping over your ears as though you could shut it out. The words wrapped around you, tightening, repeating, repeating, repeating until they became your only air.
You shut your eyes, but the memories came anyway. A flash of agony searing through you. Jinu’s hands slick with blood—your blood—your gaze locking with his just before everything went dark.
Over and over. The betrayal bloomed again and again in your mind like petals of rot unfurling.
Jinu betr—
The thought was ripped away by a sudden cackle. High-pitched. Unhinged. Your spine stiffened before you realized—
It was you.
You were the one laughing.
A crack splintered inside you, loud and jagged. Painful and yet... intoxicating.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The sound scraped your throat raw.
Tainted.
Defiled.
Your skin shifted, veins blooming with black corruption. The same curse that swallowed men whole now crawled over you like a lover’s hand.
You, the priestess.
The light of your people.
Their hope.
Now.
Extinguished.
You could taste the metallic tang of ruin as you laughed harder, shoulders shaking, nails lengthening into blades.
You had given your heart. Again. Again. And for what?
You turned to the statue’s faceless visage—empty sockets where eyes should be, lips eroded into silence.
No grace.
No god.
No salvation.
Your blackened hands flexed, claws catching the dim light. The whispers pressed tighter into your skull, dripping poison and truth in equal measure. You laughed harder to drown them, but they only grew louder—THE TRUTH, THE TRUTH, THE TRUTH—until you felt you might rip your own head apart.
“My love…?”
Jinu’s voice cut through the static, slicing straight into your madness.
Love.
The word didn’t sound right anymore. It scraped in your ears like broken glass, soft at first, then shrill and cutting.
Did he really?
If he did… then—
No.
No, no, no, no, no.
“You… love me, right, Jinu?” The sound of your dry, cracked voice startled you; it shook like your throat had broken. Your tears streamed faster, blurring him into nothing but shape and shadow. “You lo–love me… right?”
A breath.
Then you laughed once more.
Too loud, too sharp, spilling like bile from your chest until it burned, until it scraped at the back of your throat, until your ribs felt ready to snap from the force of it.
He betra—
“AHHHHHHHHHHH!”
It ripped out of you like you were being skinned alive from the inside. You didn’t know whose scream it was—yours, his, or some other thing that had taken root in your head.
Your claws rose without command, curved black and gleaming, and drove into your eyes. Once. Twice. Again. And again. The wet, muted thunk of each puncture mixed with the rush of your own breath. Pain tried to exist, but it was smothered beneath the pounding pulse in your skull, the whispering static that flooded your mind.
You didn’t need to see.
The priestess statue didn’t see.
The priestess statue didn’t speak.
The priestess statue didn’t think.
You didn’t need sight.
You didn’t need words.
You didn’t need thought.
All you needed was the belief.
The belief that he loves you.
Now.
Still.
Always.
You could hold that, cradle it, worship it. If only you cut deep enough to hollow out everything else.
So you kept going.
Skin peeling beneath your claws, warm wetness slipping down your cheeks like new tears. Your body shuddered with each rip, each loss, each piece of yourself you left on the cold floor.
The whispers grew louder—truth, truth, truth—and the laughter tried to drown them out, high and unhinged, until you weren’t sure if it was your mouth moving or if the sound came from somewhere beneath your skin.
The darkness thickened, swallowing shapes, swallowing air.
You knelt, swaying, hands slick, breath ragged.
Until...
No sight.
No sound.
No thought.
Only the unbroken truth curling its fingers around you like a lover’s embrace.
Not in the light.
Never again in the light.
Only in the perfect, suffocating dark.
When your eyes opened, Jinu was sitting next to your bed, still. His presence was heavy in the air. Somewhere deep inside, a fragile shard of yourself shattered and slipped away, lost in the vast hollow left behind.
Your mind felt fractured, like you’d stepped through a warped mirror where everything was distorted and wrong, a world where colours bled and sounds twisted into echoes you barely recognized.
Then, without warning, Jinu leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours.
And you… you broke.
Tears spilled freely, streaming down your cheeks as you wept for the pieces stolen, for the future that slipped through your fingers like smoke. You cried for the love that once felt so certain, but now seemed just out of reach...shattered and fragile.
When he finally pulled away, your lips trembled, your heart heavy with aching loss. And with a voice raw and fragile, you finally gave shape to the silence in your soul, voicing the truth that had been buried deep inside all along.
You said:
I should've never trusted you.
Why did you betray me?
Voting ended onAug 14, 2025
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A/N: So, I think it's safe to say, some people vote with their 🍑 and you know what? Fucking respect. Smut is queen ✨️
Summary: Five doors stand before you. Each door will either lead you to your salvation...or your doom.
CW: emotional smut, p in v, multiple orgasm, oral sex (m!receiving), rough sex, cream pie, mental spiral, self harm
<- PREV || FROM THE BEGINNING
The truth sat heavy in your throat, thick and suffocating, refusing to be born into sound. It clawed at the back of your tongue, but the moment your lips parted, the will to speak withered away, shrivelling until there was nothing left.
You raised your eyes to Jinu's eyes, which were once warm, brown, and human but are now internally illuminated by a steady, slow pulse of molten orange. The glow breathed with him, in and out, each flicker stronger than the last. His skin, once unmarked, yielded to the creeping stain of his heritage. Purple veins threaded beneath the surface, and the taint crawled outward, claiming him without mercy.
The pounding in your chest wouldn’t stop. The air burned to inhale. Fear pressed against your ribs, but grief was there too, buried beneath it, grinding like glass in your lungs.
You raised your hand. Your fingers trembled as they brushed his cheek, and his body stilled as though you’d frozen him in place. Then, slowly, he leaned into your palm. The shift in his breath was so slight, so fragile, it felt like you were holding the last flicker of him before the darkness swallowed it whole.
Your forehead rested against his. The tears had stopped, but the world stayed blurred and hazy, the edges running like smeared ink.
“Jinu.” His name escaped you as little more than a breath, weighted like a prayer.
“My love,” he answered, clear and certain, the words pressing into your bones until it hurt to stay here, until it hurt to keep looking at him.
Your lips quivered. You tried to smile. It faltered, breaking apart with a wet, brittle laugh, a sound too thin to survive the air between you.
“I missed you.” The words cracked as soon as they left you, and fresh tears cut hot lines down your skin. Your lips hovered over his. “Please… don’t stop.”
Something jolted through him. His muscles coiled, his breath stuttered, and his gaze locked on yours with an intensity that felt like being gripped by the throat. The orange in his eyes consumed what little brown remained until there was nothing human left.
“Jinu,” you said again, voice trembling, another tear slipping free.
The marks bloomed across him faster now—purple and jagged, spreading like shattering glass, each fragment cutting deeper into the man he used to be.
His hands framed your face, gentle enough to break you, and then his lips were on yours. Once. Twice. Again and again, each kiss more urgent than the last, as if he could smother the truth between them.
When he pulled back, his voice was rough, close to breaking. “I promise… you’ll be safe here. With me…” The promise bent, warped, turned sharp as his lips stretched wider, the curve of his mouth pulling into something that was no longer entirely human. “For all eternity, priestess. I’ll keep you safe right here.”
You felt like something deep inside you gave way. At first, it was soft, like the sound of thin ice breaking under your feet, but it got worse and worse until it felt like nothing was holding you together.
You nodded, humming low, and closed your eyes.
He pushed you back, covering your bare form with his heat. His arm braced beside your head. The weight of him was all around you, the smell of him, the burning of his skin. You could no longer see the Jinu who once stood steadfast at your side.
The blunt, swollen head of his cock pressed hard against your soaked entrance, his hips grinding just enough to make you feel how much you were already straining to take him. The heat radiating from him made your thighs twitch around his waist. “A reunion,” he muttered, voice thick and guttural, his breath hot against your lips. He pushed forward, not with patience, but with the cruel slowness of a predator savouring the first bite. Inch by inch, your body was forced open for him, your slick stretching to wrap around every ridge, every throbbing vein. “To us… once more.”
Your gasp broke into a ragged cry as your back arched. He filled you deeper and deeper until the base of him ground against your swollen folds, the heavy weight of his cock throbbing inside you. Your walls clenched desperately around him, trying to adjust to the unbearable heat, but he wasn’t giving you time. He stayed buried to the hilt, chest rising and falling, like he was holding back from devouring you whole.
The faint warmth in his eyes was gone. Now, it was burned away by the raw hunger twisting his features. His lips peeled into a grin that was nothing but teeth, a dark chuckle rolling from his chest like it was pulled from something older and far less human.
His hips tore back and slammed forward in one brutal thrust that punched a sharp cry from your throat. The pleasure was raw, jagged, threaded with pain, and it only made him groan low and deep as if the sound of your hurt fed him.
His hands—once human—clamped down on you, claws digging into your flesh, holding you in place as if you were prey that might try to run. The bite of pain bloomed hot across your shoulders, the sharp sting swallowed by the molten wave of pleasure that followed each thrust.
He pulled out to the head, then drove back in with a snarl, hips crashing into you, grinding his pelvis against your clit with every punishing stroke. Your legs opened wider, your body betraying you, welcoming the brutal rhythm.
The sound of your slick cunt echoed between you, each wet slap loud and shameless. You could feel the thick crown of him pounding at your cervix, every thrust a hard, deliberate claim.
“I’ve been waiting,” he growled, the words barely human, vibrating low in his throat. “Waiting to fuck you again, priestess.” His hips snapped faster, each stroke so deep it left you gasping, your fingers clawing at the bedding for something to hold on to.
The pressure in your belly coiled tight, unbearable. “J-Jinu—” His name broke in a moan as your body locked around him, your orgasm hitting like a surge of white heat. Your walls convulsed, clutching him in greedy pulses, but he didn’t relent. He fucked you harder, through every tremor, through your breathless sobs, using your spasms to wring more pleasure from you.
The wet squelch of your cunt was filthy in your ears, your slick dripping down to coat his heavy balls. With a rough growl, he tore himself from you, leaving you empty and trembling. His cock stood hard and flushed, smeared with your cream, twitching with every beat of his pulse.
He dragged his tongue across his lower lip, gaze crawling over your heaving chest before dropping to your glistening, fluttering cunt. The hunger in his eyes was no longer just lust. It was possession, the look of something that had claimed you and would never let you go.
He manhandled you like you weighed nothing, flipping and dragging you until your chest hit the sheets and your knees sank into the mattress. A sharp tug on your hair yanked your head back, your breath catching in your throat. His other hand hooked hard under your hip, hauling you up, and then he drove his cock back into you with one brutal thrust that punched the air from your lungs.
The shock lit up your spine, sharp and electric, forcing a yelp from you that melted into a long, needy moan. The new angle had him so deep and tight, it felt like he was splitting you open. Your ass slapped against his hips with every savage stroke, the force rocking you forward only for him to drag you back by your hair, keeping you right where he wanted you.
He bent over you, pressing your back into a deep bow, until his other hand slid under your chest. Claws grazed your skin before he found your nipple, pinching and rolling it between sharp fingers until you whimpered.
“It’s… too much—” The words came out half-sob, half-plea, but he didn’t stop.
He yanked you upright until your spine pressed to the solid wall of his chest. His sharp teeth grazed your ear, his breath fanning hot across your skin. “You can take all of me,” he growled, his voice dropping into something primal. “You always have.” He drove into you with a grunt, hitting your g-spot so perfectly your mind emptied, every thought evaporating until there was nothing but him and the aching, pulsing need between your legs.
Both hands moved to your breasts, kneading them roughly, squeezing until your nipples ached. The thick head of his cock pressed and rubbed over your g-spot again and again, the pleasure winding tight inside you. You bit your lip, choking on a gasp, your stomach clenching as another orgasm built dangerously close to the first.
His hand slid down your belly, fingers finding your swollen clit and circling it with maddening precision. You jerked, thighs trembling, every nerve screaming from the overload. Your hands clawed at his arms—thick, hard muscle under your fingertips—trying to anchor yourself while he fucked your cunt and teased your clit at the same time.
It was too much, too quick, and before you knew it, you shattered with a cry, heat flooding through you as wetness spilled down your thighs. The pleasure was so sharp it made your vision blur, your body shaking against his.
A low, breathy chuckle rumbled against your back as you sobbed from the intensity. Then he shoved you forward, pressing your face into the bed. Your hips stayed high, helpless, and his grip tightened on your waist before he slammed back into you.
The scream that tore from your throat morphed into a shameless moan, saliva slipping from the corner of your mouth. The world blurred at the edges, every sense narrowed to the brutal rhythm of his cock driving into you.
The sound of skin smacking skin filled the room—whether from his hips pounding against you or his palm coming down to spank your ass, you couldn’t tell anymore. Everything was heat, sound, and sensation, until you were floating, weightless, carried on another crashing wave of raw, mindless pleasure.
Your lips curved into a dazed, fucked-out smile, trembling as his cock stretched you to the limit, dragging over every sensitive ridge inside you. Each deep thrust rubbed your raw, fluttering walls until you were shivering from overstimulation, the pleasure so sharp it felt like your body couldn’t contain it.
“My love… my love,” he groaned, his voice breaking into something guttural and dangerous. His thrusts turned erratic. Two brutal slams knocked the breath from your chest before he buried himself to the hilt, locked deep.
You felt him swell inside you, the thick, insistent pulse of his cock twitching as he spilled himself, the molten flood spreading through you in slow, decadent waves. Your spine bowed, nails curling into the sheets, the fullness and heat so intense it made your vision haze.
When he finally slid out, your walls clenched desperately around nothing, the gush of his seed leaking from you in thick, wet dribbles down your thighs.
Before you could even catch your breath, he shifted your body, brushing your hair back to see your face. His eyes burned like suns too close, too bright to survive, and his voice was a low, feral rasp. “More.”
Then his cock was in front of you, glistening with your combined release, thick and flushed, still half-hard. Your mouth opened before you could think as the earthy, musky, intoxicating smell of him hit you. You licked him clean like something starved, swirling your tongue around the head, savouring the taste of him and yourself in one filthy mouthful.
He thrust into your mouth even before he’d fully hardened again, his pace shallow but hungry, his length thickening against your tongue. You swallowed around him greedily, the slick heat of your throat coaxing him back to full, aching hardness.
Your pussy was still lazily dripping with his cum when you leaned back, spreading your thighs wide and pulling your swollen folds apart with trembling fingers. The mess between your legs glistened under his gaze.
“Please,” you breathed, your voice shaking, your hole fluttering at nothing. “Fill me again… keep me full forever.”
Something inside him snapped. His two thick, claw-tipped fingers pressed against you, enveloping the air with the obscene squelch of his own cum. You tipped your head back, throat bared, moaning as he scissored you open, the stretch deliberate and cruel.
“Look at you,” he growled, his voice curling low and dangerous. “You gave your heart to me without hesitation… and now you’re nothing but my perfect little hole to ruin.”
His palm ground against your swollen clit, sending a violent shudder through your body. Your legs trembled, your cunt clenching desperately around his fingers, milking them for more.
When you looked up at him, eyes glassy, you smiled—bright and airy despite the filth dripping down your thighs. “More… more…” you whispered, the words spilling out like prayer.
“If you drown in me,” he murmured, pressing in deeper, “there’ll be nothing left of you but mine.”
You cried out, your body tightening around his fingers, only for him to pull them away suddenly.
The loss was a knife, but it became something better when he shoved his cum-coated fingers past your lips, pressing them down against your tongue until you moaned around the taste.
The heavy, hot crown of his cock nudged your folds before slamming forward, splitting you open in one brutal thrust. He fucked your mouth with his fingers while pounding your cunt with the thick, relentless drive of someone intent on claiming every inch of you.
Every thrust pressed his length so deep it felt like he was rearranging you, and every push of his fingers in your mouth tasted of your own submission. Your mind floated, untethered, lost entirely to him.
You weren’t just being fucked. You were being devoured, body and soul, until there was no space left for anything but Jinu.
But, even in a place of eternal pleasure, there were moments where the haze thinned...moments to breathe, to feel the silence press in.
When your eyes fluttered open in that timeless void, you turned your head to find Jinu sleeping beside you. The calm of his bare chest rose and fell, but the rest of him… was entirely swallowed in his curse now, every inch blackened and crawling with the diseased markings.
Between your thighs, the tacky drag of drying seed clung to your skin, a grim reminder of what had been taken, what you had given.
Your body felt hollow when you slipped off the bed, each step on the cold floor pulling you further from warmth. The statue stood in the centre of the chamber. The priestess’s stone form, where her face was long since torn away and nothing but a jagged void where divinity once looked back, remained.
You reached out, fingertips brushing the weather-worn stone. Maybe you wanted grounding. Maybe you wanted forgiveness. Instead, tears began to well unbidden.
And then the voice came.
That cruel, venom-laced whisper.
“You had a duty.”
“You failed.”
“You traitor.”
The air itself seemed to blister against your skin. You staggered back, knees buckling, hands clamping over your ears as though you could shut it out. The words wrapped around you, tightening, repeating, repeating, repeating until they became your only air.
You shut your eyes, but the memories came anyway. A flash of agony searing through you. Jinu’s hands slick with blood—your blood—your gaze locking with his just before everything went dark.
Over and over. The betrayal bloomed again and again in your mind like petals of rot unfurling.
Jinu betr—
The thought was ripped away by a sudden cackle. High-pitched. Unhinged. Your spine stiffened before you realized—
It was you.
You were the one laughing.
A crack splintered inside you, loud and jagged. Painful and yet... intoxicating.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The sound scraped your throat raw.
Tainted.
Defiled.
Your skin shifted, veins blooming with black corruption. The same curse that swallowed men whole now crawled over you like a lover’s hand.
You, the priestess.
The light of your people.
Their hope.
Now.
Extinguished.
You could taste the metallic tang of ruin as you laughed harder, shoulders shaking, nails lengthening into blades.
You had given your heart. Again. Again. And for what?
You turned to the statue’s faceless visage—empty sockets where eyes should be, lips eroded into silence.
No grace.
No god.
No salvation.
Your blackened hands flexed, claws catching the dim light. The whispers pressed tighter into your skull, dripping poison and truth in equal measure. You laughed harder to drown them, but they only grew louder—THE TRUTH, THE TRUTH, THE TRUTH—until you felt you might rip your own head apart.
“My love…?”
Jinu’s voice cut through the static, slicing straight into your madness.
Love.
The word didn’t sound right anymore. It scraped in your ears like broken glass, soft at first, then shrill and cutting.
Did he really?
If he did… then—
No.
No, no, no, no, no.
“You… love me, right, Jinu?” The sound of your dry, cracked voice startled you; it shook like your throat had broken. Your tears streamed faster, blurring him into nothing but shape and shadow. “You lo–love me… right?”
A breath.
Then you laughed once more.
Too loud, too sharp, spilling like bile from your chest until it burned, until it scraped at the back of your throat, until your ribs felt ready to snap from the force of it.
He betra—
“AHHHHHHHHHHH!”
It ripped out of you like you were being skinned alive from the inside. You didn’t know whose scream it was—yours, his, or some other thing that had taken root in your head.
Your claws rose without command, curved black and gleaming, and drove into your eyes. Once. Twice. Again. And again. The wet, muted thunk of each puncture mixed with the rush of your own breath. Pain tried to exist, but it was smothered beneath the pounding pulse in your skull, the whispering static that flooded your mind.
You didn’t need to see.
The priestess statue didn’t see.
The priestess statue didn’t speak.
The priestess statue didn’t think.
You didn’t need sight.
You didn’t need words.
You didn’t need thought.
All you needed was the belief.
The belief that he loves you.
Now.
Still.
Always.
You could hold that, cradle it, worship it. If only you cut deep enough to hollow out everything else.
So you kept going.
Skin peeling beneath your claws, warm wetness slipping down your cheeks like new tears. Your body shuddered with each rip, each loss, each piece of yourself you left on the cold floor.
The whispers grew louder—truth, truth, truth—and the laughter tried to drown them out, high and unhinged, until you weren’t sure if it was your mouth moving or if the sound came from somewhere beneath your skin.
The darkness thickened, swallowing shapes, swallowing air.
You knelt, swaying, hands slick, breath ragged.
Until...
No sight.
No sound.
No thought.
Only the unbroken truth curling its fingers around you like a lover’s embrace.
Not in the light.
Never again in the light.
Only in the perfect, suffocating dark.
When your eyes opened, Jinu was sitting next to your bed, still. His presence was heavy in the air. Somewhere deep inside, a fragile shard of yourself shattered and slipped away, lost in the vast hollow left behind.
Your mind felt fractured, like you’d stepped through a warped mirror where everything was distorted and wrong, a world where colours bled and sounds twisted into echoes you barely recognized.
Then, without warning, Jinu leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours.
And you… you broke.
Tears spilled freely, streaming down your cheeks as you wept for the pieces stolen, for the future that slipped through your fingers like smoke. You cried for the love that once felt so certain, but now seemed just out of reach...shattered and fragile.
When he finally pulled away, your lips trembled, your heart heavy with aching loss. And with a voice raw and fragile, you finally gave shape to the silence in your soul, voicing the truth that had been buried deep inside all along.
You said:
I should've never trusted you.
Why did you betray me?
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A/N: Now...are we ready to truly feel the weight of your decision?
Rules: You have five tries to try and unlock the true ending. After five failed attempts, that's a permanent game over. Each door will lead you to several options. Choose wisely. And most importantly, have fun!
Summary: Five doors stand before you. Each door will either lead you to your salvation...or your doom.
CW: emotional smut, p in v
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The door loomed before you, its charred surface exuding the acrid scent of ash and smoldered fire. A crushing melancholy sat on your chest like a stone slab, and underneath it churned a guilt so vast it swallowed thought and breath alike. You trembled as you stood there, not from cold, but from an unreachable memory. Your body remembered what your mind refused to recall. Another door. Another time. A pain that had cracked you open and hollowed you out.
Your stomach twisted, nausea rising like bile from some ancient wound inside you. But still, you swallowed it. You pressed the fear down like a lid on boiling water, even as your hand, hesitant and shivering, reached out.
As soon as your fingers touched the tarnished brass handle, the door trembled, vibrating with a peculiar hum that resonated throughout your body. Then the light, bright and devouring, rushed forward, filling your vision and engulfing everything else. You gasped, eyes squeezed shut against the blinding brightness as your very soul felt pulled thin, stretched taut like silk on a loom.
And then—
A scent. Lavender. Soft and comforting. It drifted through your senses like a lullaby. Your eyes fluttered open. The sunlight poured through a tall window, warm and golden, kissing your skin. You stood quietly beside it, no longer trembling, no longer lost. Your body moved with tranquil grace, as if it belonged here.
You wore a hanbok of the purest white, delicate as snow under moonlight. Golden dragons were stitched along the sleeves, dancing with each movement you made. Your hair flowed freely down your back, damp from a recent bath, the scent of soap and lavender mingling in the air. Peace clung to your limbs like silk.
“Priestess.”
The voice was a whisper of warmth, low and reverent. It slipped through the air like honey.
You turned, and your breath caught.
Joy bloomed. Unrestrained, radiant, and blinding in its purity. A smile stretched across your lips before you realized it. He was there, kneeling before you, clad in a black hanbok that contrasted the pale white and gold in your own. His ebony hair fell slightly over his brow, swept to the side in that same boyish way you remembered.
“Jinu!” His name escaped your lips with a breathless laugh, your arms reaching for him as naturally as your heartbeat. Like you'd done it a thousand times before. Like your soul knew.
He rose slowly, reverently, as if the moment itself was holy. Then his arms were around you, grounding, solid, and warm. You buried your face against his chest and breathed in his scent, of a mountain with fresh river flowing, warmth, and something that was only his. You melted. Completely.
His lips pressed to the crown of your head, a silent prayer. “You’re far too generous with your affection, Priestess,” he murmured, amusement laced in gentle warning.
You tilted your face up to meet his gaze, a small pout tugging at your lips. “Not with everyone,” you whispered. “You’re…” Your voice softened, eyes locking with his. “You’re special to me.”
Something flickered across his face. A shadow of an unnamed emotion followed by something softer. Pain. Longing. His golden-flecked eyes seemed to shimmer, catching the sunlight like cracked glass. Then his hands cupped your face, gentle and steady, like you were something sacred. Something he had once broken and would never dare to again.
His lips brushed yours, and the world stilled.
“I don’t deserve this,” he breathed, voice rough with emotion. “I don’t deserve you.”
His thumb traced your cheek, tender and reverent, before you could say anything. “But if you offer it freely,” he whispered, “I will never turn it away.”
His kiss deepened, and with it, the aching restraint unravelled. His hands slid down, slow and deliberate, peeling back the layers of silk that separated you. Heat flared between you as he pressed his hips against yours, his need unmistakable. The air turned heavy with desire, the sacred and the sinful dancing between heartbeats, and for that moment… nothing else existed but the two of you.
You undid the knot of his hanbok, each layer slipping off like petals in the wind. The silk whispered down his arms and legs, pooling at his feet in delicate waves.
A shiver coursed over your bare skin, not from the air, but from the weight of his gaze and the growing warmth radiating from his body, now so close, so impossibly near.
Jinu moved closer, his presence wrapping around you like heat from a sacred fire. Your fingers reached up to brush aside the strands of his inky black hair, sweeping them from his brow. You looked into his deep brown eyes that had gold glints in them.
Your touch trailed lower, across the ridge of his collarbone, then further, over the strength of his chest.
“I always thought…” you murmured, fingers pausing over his heart, “…that I couldn’t trust demons.”
He said nothing at first, only leaned in, lips brushing your shoulder with aching tenderness. His sigh was long, contented, as though your skin offered him a kind of sanctuary he'd never known. His bare body moulded to yours, warmth enveloping every inch of you.
“You can always trust me,” he whispered, and there was no plea in his voice, only truth. With hands that trembled just slightly, he guided you toward the futon, helping you lie down, reverent in every movement.
He hovered above you, arms bracketing your head, his face so close you could feel his breath on your lips.
You smiled, a soft, sad thing, as your legs rose to cradle his hips. “When I lost…” The names lingered on the edge of your lips, yet your mind refused to remember them. Too painful. Too distant. “I swore, to them… that I would rid this world of evil.”
Your arms wrapped around him like vines seeking something solid, your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck. You could hear his heartbeat slowly and steadily there, anchoring and quieting.
“You will,” he said, and his voice trembled just as his body did. The tip of his cock nudged against your folds, teasing your entrance with a reverence that made you gasp. Then, with exhale and intent, he pressed forward.
Your breath caught. A soft, broken sound slipped past your lips as your body yielded, opened to him. He filled you slowly, inch by inch, until he was seated deep inside, his breath stuttering in your ear.
“Only those who can live beside humans…” he murmured, voice husky and raw, “…will be spared by you.”
Then, as his hips started to move, he gave you a tender, desperate kiss as his words turned into a gentle moan. His cock dragged along your inner walls, scraping against the most sensitive places, and each thrust stoked a fire deep in your core.
“Jinu…” you gasped, your moan catching in the back of your throat as the pressure built with every slow, deliberate roll of his hips.
His hands roamed your body with unspoken worship. He cupped your breasts, kneading them gently, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they pebbled under his touch. His pelvis ground against your clit with every thrust, sending sharp pulses of pleasure ricocheting through your spine.
“Let me give you what you desire,” he groaned, his voice a rasp of need. He caught your wrists in one large hand and gently pinned them above your head. His other hand braced at your waist, holding you still as he buried himself deeper, grunting with the effort of restraint.
“You can trust me,” he moaned again, the words repeated like a prayer, a vow. Your body bowed beneath him, legs spreading wider, needing more, needing all of him. The slick sound of skin against skin filled the quiet chamber, broken only by your whimpers and his ragged breath.
You clung to him, not just physically, but soul to soul as your body ached with every thrust while your heart whispered things your lips could not speak.
That you trusted him.
That he was your peace.
That in a world where demons waged war against everything you were meant to protect, he had become your exception.
Your salvation.
His mouth found your breast with a desperate hunger, lips sealing around your swollen nipple. He sucked deeply, each pull a decadent stroke of fire that travelled straight to your core. A symphony of wet, obscene sounds filled the air. Each slurp, each breath, each low groan composing a melody of lust and longing that rang in your ears like sacred blasphemy.
“I… I d-do…” you sobbed, your voice trembling with more than just pleasure. It was surrender. Your heart, your body, they were unravelling beneath his touch, melting into him like wax drawn too close to flame.
You knew what you were doing was forbidden. A priestess, beloved by the gods, entwined in the arms of a demon. It was a sacrilege. A betrayal of all the divine vows you once lived by.
And yet… how could it be wrong?
When the Honmoon had torn open the veil between worlds and unleashed chaos, when demons ravaged the earth, rending spirit and flesh alike, it was Jinu who stood by your side. When villages burned, when temples fell, and even your most loyal worshippers were slaughtered, it was he who turned against his own kind to fight for yours.
For you.
Now, his hips slammed into yours with ruthless rhythm, grunting as he fucked you hard and deep. His mouth moved to your other breast, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before his teeth grazed it, and he sucked. His grip on your wrists tightened, anchoring you beneath him as your body writhed in response.
When you had been at your lowest… when the world felt like a graveyard… he had been your only light.
He had always been there.
So…
So, you gave in.
Your hips tilted up, desperate to feel more, to take more. Each thrust dragged his cock against the sensitive walls of your cunt, and every downward stroke brushed your clit sent sparks of pleasure and set fire to your nerves. Your body quivered, stomach tightening, walls fluttering.
“J-Jinu—” you choked out, voice high, helpless. Your arms strained in his hold, not in protest, but in sheer desperation, your body demanding more even as you felt yourself breaking apart.
Your breath hitched, your back arched, and your heels dug into the bed. The pressure mounted, pleasure coiling in your gut like a tightened bowstring, drawn to its limit.
Suddenly.
A growl.
Low.
Demonic.
His lips left your breast with a wet pop, and when your dazed eyes found his, a chill of awe coursed through you.
His pupils had narrowed, slitted like a blade’s edge. That soft brown now glowed with an unnatural brilliance of deep gold. The miasma of his demonic power crept along his skin, like dark roots spreading beneath the surface, pulsing with restrained fury.
“Give in to me,” he whispered, voice low and rough, more demon than man, as his lips brushed your ear. “Give me your heart… and I’ll give you mine.”
And then he thrust. One powerful push—deep, holding himself inside you to the hilt as he rocked his hips in slow circles, his pelvis grinding deliciously against your clit.
Pinned beneath him, unable to move, your wrists trapped, all you could do was breathe his name like a prayer and press the side of your face to his. Your lips hovered beside his ear, your voice thick with tears and trembling emotion.
“S-silly man,” you whispered brokenly, “you already have it…”
His entire body went still.
No breath. No movement. It was as if time itself had frozen within him.
“…Jinu?” you whispered again, gently.
The sound of his name cracked something open. He inhaled sharply, then slowly released your wrists. One hand threaded into your hair, the other cradled your jaw as he looked at you.
Slowly, he kissed you as if they were his vows; his promise to stay by your side.
His tongue moved against yours in slow, sensual waves, coaxing, savouring. He kissed you like you were the only sacred thing in this ruined world. And as your lips melted into his, he began to move again, deep and slow, the way he knew you liked. Each thrust was deliberate, reverent. Like prayer.
Like love.
His mouth devoured every moan you gave him, swallowing each cry. You clung to him, fingers digging into the firm muscle of his back, as your release crested. And when it came, it came like a storm.
You shattered beneath him, body arching, back bowing, your soul unravelling in his hands as you came. The pleasure was blinding, white-hot, like a thousand threads of light exploding behind your eyes. Your breath broke in a sob, mouth still locked to his, as your body trembled from the aftershocks.
A guttural sound tore from his throat as his lips finally broke from yours, his forehead pressing to yours, breath shallow, trembling. His hips stuttered as he buried himself deep inside you, spilling into your warmth with a low, aching gasp. His entire body quivered, a sheen of sweat glistening on his skin like morning dew, catching the filtered sunlight that bled through the rice paper walls in pale golden ribbons.
He stayed there, unmoving for a moment, cock still deep, still twitching inside you, as though afraid that letting go might break whatever fragile miracle had bloomed between you.
Then, slowly, his eyes opened. The amber of them dulled into tenderness, a quiet reverence softening his features. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, barely a graze, as if afraid to startle you with too much affection.
“I apologize,” Jinu whispered, another kiss following close behind, this one lingering against your cheek. “To sully your body again so soon after you’ve bathed…”
You let out a quiet chuckle, breathless and amused, your eyes still half-lidded with contentment. “That’s never stopped you before,” you teased, the words slipping between swollen lips like silk.
A rare smile curved his mouth, faint and fond. “May I join you this time?”
Your hand reached up, fingers brushing the hair from his damp forehead. “Always,” you murmured, before sealing your answer with a slow, sensual kiss. One that made your breath catch and your heart flutter all over again.
But eventually, the afterglow began to fade. You felt his seed begin to slide down your thigh, warm and thick, and the intimacy of it made your cheeks flush. As you tried to rise, your legs trembled, but Jinu was already there. Strong hands caught you gently, steadying you with practiced ease.
You barely had time to breathe before he was reaching for your hanbok lying in a soft pile on the floor. He wrapped the lower skirt carefully around your waist, his movements meticulous, almost ceremonial. Then, with the same gentle hands, he draped the upper layer over your shoulders, careful not to tug too harshly against your skin.
You watched him with a swelling heart, warmth blooming inside you at the sight. He always dressed you first. Always looked at you like you were something divine.
You laughed softly, biting back a grin, just as he leaned in to kiss you again.
But then—
A sharp, white-hot pain sliced through your abdomen.
“Ah—!” You gasped, eyes flying wide. Breath caught in your throat as your vision blurred with sudden panic.
Your gaze dropped.
Red. So much red.
It bloomed like camellia flowers, spreading across the pristine white of your skirt, vibrant and merciless.
And then you saw it.
Jinu’s hand.
No longer human.
Gnarled. Twisted. Long, clawed fingers—blackened and inhuman, dripping crimson to the ground, heavy and slow.
“Ji—” Your voice broke, your lips trembling as your heart thudded against your ribs.
But before the name could fully leave your mouth…
Darkness.
Your body jolted as you woke with a gasp, cold sweat chilling your skin. You were no longer in the sunlit room. No longer wrapped in his warmth. The air was thick, damp, and smelled faintly of rot.
You sat in a room of wood and stone. Torches lined the walls, flickering fire casting long shadows. In the centre stood a marble statue, once a depiction of the last priestess.
But it was filthy. Cracked.
Covered in moss.
Her face was broken away entirely, as if time and something darker had deliberately tried to erase her.
Your heartbeat thundered in your ears. The dream still clung to your skin like mist, sticky and cold. You brought your trembling hands to your stomach, as if to check if the wound was truly gone.
No blood.
No warmth.
Just you and the remnants of a memory that felt too vivid to be a dream.
You lay on a bed too soft, too still.
Black silk sheets clung to your skin like a second, suffocating layer. Four towering pillars loomed at each corner of the bed, draped in translucent black veils that swayed slightly, as if breathing. It reminded you of a funeral.
There was warmth beside you.
You gasped, sharp and trembling, as your eyes snapped open.
Jinu.
He lay there, inches from you, his bare chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths. You were both exposed completely, and your arms flew to your chest, trying to shield yourself, as if modesty could protect you from the overwhelming storm of memories…and suffering.
“My love,” he whispered, his voice a low rasp, familiar and foreign all at once. Your hair was brushed back from your damp forehead by a clawed hand that was both inhuman and unbearably gentle.
It made your skin crawl.
“I’ve been waiting for you…” he murmured, slowly rising to sit beside you. He clasped your face with his large, powerful hands. It should have felt like an embrace. It should have felt safe.
Instead, it felt like a cage.
“Waiting so long… just to see you again.” When he looked into your eyes, they were soft, pleading, and broken.
Then he kissed you.
His lips were cold. So cold.
Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes.
You didn’t kiss him back, but you didn’t pull away either. You trembled beneath him, your body torn between the comfort of his touch and the agony his presence evoked. His lips lingered too long, tasting your silence, your tears, your breath.
Then your tears came out slowly and steadily, like a dam breaking.
When he finally drew away, your lips parted, not with resistance. Not with forgiveness.
But with truth:
I should've never trusted you.
Why did you betray me?
I missed you...please don't stop.
Voting ended onAug 9, 2025
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What the FUCK!? Somebody is getting ran over with an 18 wheeler. This is why some people shouldn't be allowed to make decisions cause this is some bull shit. I've never been so fucking mad at the world.
A/N: Now...are we ready to truly feel the weight of your decision?
Rules: You have five tries to try and unlock the true ending. After five failed attempts, that's a permanent game over. Each door will lead you to several options. Choose wisely. And most importantly, have fun!
Summary: Five doors stand before you. Each door will either lead you to your salvation...or your doom.
CW: emotional smut, p in v
<- PREV || FROM THE BEGINNING
The door loomed before you, its charred surface exuding the acrid scent of ash and smoldered fire. A crushing melancholy sat on your chest like a stone slab, and underneath it churned a guilt so vast it swallowed thought and breath alike. You trembled as you stood there, not from cold, but from an unreachable memory. Your body remembered what your mind refused to recall. Another door. Another time. A pain that had cracked you open and hollowed you out.
Your stomach twisted, nausea rising like bile from some ancient wound inside you. But still, you swallowed it. You pressed the fear down like a lid on boiling water, even as your hand, hesitant and shivering, reached out.
As soon as your fingers touched the tarnished brass handle, the door trembled, vibrating with a peculiar hum that resonated throughout your body. Then the light, bright and devouring, rushed forward, filling your vision and engulfing everything else. You gasped, eyes squeezed shut against the blinding brightness as your very soul felt pulled thin, stretched taut like silk on a loom.
And then—
A scent. Lavender. Soft and comforting. It drifted through your senses like a lullaby. Your eyes fluttered open. The sunlight poured through a tall window, warm and golden, kissing your skin. You stood quietly beside it, no longer trembling, no longer lost. Your body moved with tranquil grace, as if it belonged here.
You wore a hanbok of the purest white, delicate as snow under moonlight. Golden dragons were stitched along the sleeves, dancing with each movement you made. Your hair flowed freely down your back, damp from a recent bath, the scent of soap and lavender mingling in the air. Peace clung to your limbs like silk.
“Priestess.”
The voice was a whisper of warmth, low and reverent. It slipped through the air like honey.
You turned, and your breath caught.
Joy bloomed. Unrestrained, radiant, and blinding in its purity. A smile stretched across your lips before you realized it. He was there, kneeling before you, clad in a black hanbok that contrasted the pale white and gold in your own. His ebony hair fell slightly over his brow, swept to the side in that same boyish way you remembered.
“Jinu!” His name escaped your lips with a breathless laugh, your arms reaching for him as naturally as your heartbeat. Like you'd done it a thousand times before. Like your soul knew.
He rose slowly, reverently, as if the moment itself was holy. Then his arms were around you, grounding, solid, and warm. You buried your face against his chest and breathed in his scent, of a mountain with fresh river flowing, warmth, and something that was only his. You melted. Completely.
His lips pressed to the crown of your head, a silent prayer. “You’re far too generous with your affection, Priestess,” he murmured, amusement laced in gentle warning.
You tilted your face up to meet his gaze, a small pout tugging at your lips. “Not with everyone,” you whispered. “You’re…” Your voice softened, eyes locking with his. “You’re special to me.”
Something flickered across his face. A shadow of an unnamed emotion followed by something softer. Pain. Longing. His golden-flecked eyes seemed to shimmer, catching the sunlight like cracked glass. Then his hands cupped your face, gentle and steady, like you were something sacred. Something he had once broken and would never dare to again.
His lips brushed yours, and the world stilled.
“I don’t deserve this,” he breathed, voice rough with emotion. “I don’t deserve you.”
His thumb traced your cheek, tender and reverent, before you could say anything. “But if you offer it freely,” he whispered, “I will never turn it away.”
His kiss deepened, and with it, the aching restraint unravelled. His hands slid down, slow and deliberate, peeling back the layers of silk that separated you. Heat flared between you as he pressed his hips against yours, his need unmistakable. The air turned heavy with desire, the sacred and the sinful dancing between heartbeats, and for that moment… nothing else existed but the two of you.
You undid the knot of his hanbok, each layer slipping off like petals in the wind. The silk whispered down his arms and legs, pooling at his feet in delicate waves.
A shiver coursed over your bare skin, not from the air, but from the weight of his gaze and the growing warmth radiating from his body, now so close, so impossibly near.
Jinu moved closer, his presence wrapping around you like heat from a sacred fire. Your fingers reached up to brush aside the strands of his inky black hair, sweeping them from his brow. You looked into his deep brown eyes that had gold glints in them.
Your touch trailed lower, across the ridge of his collarbone, then further, over the strength of his chest.
“I always thought…” you murmured, fingers pausing over his heart, “…that I couldn’t trust demons.”
He said nothing at first, only leaned in, lips brushing your shoulder with aching tenderness. His sigh was long, contented, as though your skin offered him a kind of sanctuary he'd never known. His bare body moulded to yours, warmth enveloping every inch of you.
“You can always trust me,” he whispered, and there was no plea in his voice, only truth. With hands that trembled just slightly, he guided you toward the futon, helping you lie down, reverent in every movement.
He hovered above you, arms bracketing your head, his face so close you could feel his breath on your lips.
You smiled, a soft, sad thing, as your legs rose to cradle his hips. “When I lost…” The names lingered on the edge of your lips, yet your mind refused to remember them. Too painful. Too distant. “I swore, to them… that I would rid this world of evil.”
Your arms wrapped around him like vines seeking something solid, your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck. You could hear his heartbeat slowly and steadily there, anchoring and quieting.
“You will,” he said, and his voice trembled just as his body did. The tip of his cock nudged against your folds, teasing your entrance with a reverence that made you gasp. Then, with exhale and intent, he pressed forward.
Your breath caught. A soft, broken sound slipped past your lips as your body yielded, opened to him. He filled you slowly, inch by inch, until he was seated deep inside, his breath stuttering in your ear.
“Only those who can live beside humans…” he murmured, voice husky and raw, “…will be spared by you.”
Then, as his hips started to move, he gave you a tender, desperate kiss as his words turned into a gentle moan. His cock dragged along your inner walls, scraping against the most sensitive places, and each thrust stoked a fire deep in your core.
“Jinu…” you gasped, your moan catching in the back of your throat as the pressure built with every slow, deliberate roll of his hips.
His hands roamed your body with unspoken worship. He cupped your breasts, kneading them gently, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they pebbled under his touch. His pelvis ground against your clit with every thrust, sending sharp pulses of pleasure ricocheting through your spine.
“Let me give you what you desire,” he groaned, his voice a rasp of need. He caught your wrists in one large hand and gently pinned them above your head. His other hand braced at your waist, holding you still as he buried himself deeper, grunting with the effort of restraint.
“You can trust me,” he moaned again, the words repeated like a prayer, a vow. Your body bowed beneath him, legs spreading wider, needing more, needing all of him. The slick sound of skin against skin filled the quiet chamber, broken only by your whimpers and his ragged breath.
You clung to him, not just physically, but soul to soul as your body ached with every thrust while your heart whispered things your lips could not speak.
That you trusted him.
That he was your peace.
That in a world where demons waged war against everything you were meant to protect, he had become your exception.
Your salvation.
His mouth found your breast with a desperate hunger, lips sealing around your swollen nipple. He sucked deeply, each pull a decadent stroke of fire that travelled straight to your core. A symphony of wet, obscene sounds filled the air. Each slurp, each breath, each low groan composing a melody of lust and longing that rang in your ears like sacred blasphemy.
“I… I d-do…” you sobbed, your voice trembling with more than just pleasure. It was surrender. Your heart, your body, they were unravelling beneath his touch, melting into him like wax drawn too close to flame.
You knew what you were doing was forbidden. A priestess, beloved by the gods, entwined in the arms of a demon. It was a sacrilege. A betrayal of all the divine vows you once lived by.
And yet… how could it be wrong?
When the Honmoon had torn open the veil between worlds and unleashed chaos, when demons ravaged the earth, rending spirit and flesh alike, it was Jinu who stood by your side. When villages burned, when temples fell, and even your most loyal worshippers were slaughtered, it was he who turned against his own kind to fight for yours.
For you.
Now, his hips slammed into yours with ruthless rhythm, grunting as he fucked you hard and deep. His mouth moved to your other breast, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before his teeth grazed it, and he sucked. His grip on your wrists tightened, anchoring you beneath him as your body writhed in response.
When you had been at your lowest… when the world felt like a graveyard… he had been your only light.
He had always been there.
So…
So, you gave in.
Your hips tilted up, desperate to feel more, to take more. Each thrust dragged his cock against the sensitive walls of your cunt, and every downward stroke brushed your clit sent sparks of pleasure and set fire to your nerves. Your body quivered, stomach tightening, walls fluttering.
“J-Jinu—” you choked out, voice high, helpless. Your arms strained in his hold, not in protest, but in sheer desperation, your body demanding more even as you felt yourself breaking apart.
Your breath hitched, your back arched, and your heels dug into the bed. The pressure mounted, pleasure coiling in your gut like a tightened bowstring, drawn to its limit.
Suddenly.
A growl.
Low.
Demonic.
His lips left your breast with a wet pop, and when your dazed eyes found his, a chill of awe coursed through you.
His pupils had narrowed, slitted like a blade’s edge. That soft brown now glowed with an unnatural brilliance of deep gold. The miasma of his demonic power crept along his skin, like dark roots spreading beneath the surface, pulsing with restrained fury.
“Give in to me,” he whispered, voice low and rough, more demon than man, as his lips brushed your ear. “Give me your heart… and I’ll give you mine.”
And then he thrust. One powerful push—deep, holding himself inside you to the hilt as he rocked his hips in slow circles, his pelvis grinding deliciously against your clit.
Pinned beneath him, unable to move, your wrists trapped, all you could do was breathe his name like a prayer and press the side of your face to his. Your lips hovered beside his ear, your voice thick with tears and trembling emotion.
“S-silly man,” you whispered brokenly, “you already have it…”
His entire body went still.
No breath. No movement. It was as if time itself had frozen within him.
“…Jinu?” you whispered again, gently.
The sound of his name cracked something open. He inhaled sharply, then slowly released your wrists. One hand threaded into your hair, the other cradled your jaw as he looked at you.
Slowly, he kissed you as if they were his vows; his promise to stay by your side.
His tongue moved against yours in slow, sensual waves, coaxing, savouring. He kissed you like you were the only sacred thing in this ruined world. And as your lips melted into his, he began to move again, deep and slow, the way he knew you liked. Each thrust was deliberate, reverent. Like prayer.
Like love.
His mouth devoured every moan you gave him, swallowing each cry. You clung to him, fingers digging into the firm muscle of his back, as your release crested. And when it came, it came like a storm.
You shattered beneath him, body arching, back bowing, your soul unravelling in his hands as you came. The pleasure was blinding, white-hot, like a thousand threads of light exploding behind your eyes. Your breath broke in a sob, mouth still locked to his, as your body trembled from the aftershocks.
A guttural sound tore from his throat as his lips finally broke from yours, his forehead pressing to yours, breath shallow, trembling. His hips stuttered as he buried himself deep inside you, spilling into your warmth with a low, aching gasp. His entire body quivered, a sheen of sweat glistening on his skin like morning dew, catching the filtered sunlight that bled through the rice paper walls in pale golden ribbons.
He stayed there, unmoving for a moment, cock still deep, still twitching inside you, as though afraid that letting go might break whatever fragile miracle had bloomed between you.
Then, slowly, his eyes opened. The amber of them dulled into tenderness, a quiet reverence softening his features. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, barely a graze, as if afraid to startle you with too much affection.
“I apologize,” Jinu whispered, another kiss following close behind, this one lingering against your cheek. “To sully your body again so soon after you’ve bathed…”
You let out a quiet chuckle, breathless and amused, your eyes still half-lidded with contentment. “That’s never stopped you before,” you teased, the words slipping between swollen lips like silk.
A rare smile curved his mouth, faint and fond. “May I join you this time?”
Your hand reached up, fingers brushing the hair from his damp forehead. “Always,” you murmured, before sealing your answer with a slow, sensual kiss. One that made your breath catch and your heart flutter all over again.
But eventually, the afterglow began to fade. You felt his seed begin to slide down your thigh, warm and thick, and the intimacy of it made your cheeks flush. As you tried to rise, your legs trembled, but Jinu was already there. Strong hands caught you gently, steadying you with practiced ease.
You barely had time to breathe before he was reaching for your hanbok lying in a soft pile on the floor. He wrapped the lower skirt carefully around your waist, his movements meticulous, almost ceremonial. Then, with the same gentle hands, he draped the upper layer over your shoulders, careful not to tug too harshly against your skin.
You watched him with a swelling heart, warmth blooming inside you at the sight. He always dressed you first. Always looked at you like you were something divine.
You laughed softly, biting back a grin, just as he leaned in to kiss you again.
But then—
A sharp, white-hot pain sliced through your abdomen.
“Ah—!” You gasped, eyes flying wide. Breath caught in your throat as your vision blurred with sudden panic.
Your gaze dropped.
Red. So much red.
It bloomed like camellia flowers, spreading across the pristine white of your skirt, vibrant and merciless.
And then you saw it.
Jinu’s hand.
No longer human.
Gnarled. Twisted. Long, clawed fingers—blackened and inhuman, dripping crimson to the ground, heavy and slow.
“Ji—” Your voice broke, your lips trembling as your heart thudded against your ribs.
But before the name could fully leave your mouth…
Darkness.
Your body jolted as you woke with a gasp, cold sweat chilling your skin. You were no longer in the sunlit room. No longer wrapped in his warmth. The air was thick, damp, and smelled faintly of rot.
You sat in a room of wood and stone. Torches lined the walls, flickering fire casting long shadows. In the centre stood a marble statue, once a depiction of the last priestess.
But it was filthy. Cracked.
Covered in moss.
Her face was broken away entirely, as if time and something darker had deliberately tried to erase her.
Your heartbeat thundered in your ears. The dream still clung to your skin like mist, sticky and cold. You brought your trembling hands to your stomach, as if to check if the wound was truly gone.
No blood.
No warmth.
Just you and the remnants of a memory that felt too vivid to be a dream.
You lay on a bed too soft, too still.
Black silk sheets clung to your skin like a second, suffocating layer. Four towering pillars loomed at each corner of the bed, draped in translucent black veils that swayed slightly, as if breathing. It reminded you of a funeral.
There was warmth beside you.
You gasped, sharp and trembling, as your eyes snapped open.
Jinu.
He lay there, inches from you, his bare chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths. You were both exposed completely, and your arms flew to your chest, trying to shield yourself, as if modesty could protect you from the overwhelming storm of memories…and suffering.
“My love,” he whispered, his voice a low rasp, familiar and foreign all at once. Your hair was brushed back from your damp forehead by a clawed hand that was both inhuman and unbearably gentle.
It made your skin crawl.
“I’ve been waiting for you…” he murmured, slowly rising to sit beside you. He clasped your face with his large, powerful hands. It should have felt like an embrace. It should have felt safe.
Instead, it felt like a cage.
“Waiting so long… just to see you again.” When he looked into your eyes, they were soft, pleading, and broken.
Then he kissed you.
His lips were cold. So cold.
Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes.
You didn’t kiss him back, but you didn’t pull away either. You trembled beneath him, your body torn between the comfort of his touch and the agony his presence evoked. His lips lingered too long, tasting your silence, your tears, your breath.
Then your tears came out slowly and steadily, like a dam breaking.
When he finally drew away, your lips parted, not with resistance. Not with forgiveness.
But with truth:
I should've never trusted you.
Why did you betray me?
I missed you...please don't stop.
Voting ended onAug 9, 2025
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Y'all I came back here to check the poll n y'all are sooo horny 😭 don't vote for the third option, pretty sure it's gonna get us killed- like 😭 Jinu clearly betrayed reader, we need to find out why 😭 Justttttt
I get being horny. BUT WE CANT FUCK THEM ALL IF WE KEEP DYING! THINK ABOUT THE END GOAL GUYS: POSSIBLY BANG ALL THE SAJA BOYS AND TAKE THEM ALL AT ONCE
But we can't get that if yall keep thinking with whatever is in your trousers🤯🤯🤯🤯
