Most of the empire was terrified of him, and rightly so. Emperor Min was a vicious and violent man, one you would hear diabolical rumours of but dare not question the validity of them. His narcissism and arrogance ruled the entire kingdom; perhaps that would be his downfall?
***DO NOT READ IF SQUEAMISH OR EASILY DISTURBED. This is based off Korean folklore.***
Most of the empire was terrified of him, and rightly so. Emperor Min was a vicious and violent man, one you would hear diabolical rumours of but dare not question the validity of them. Perhaps out of disbelief, but mostly out of fear; fear that they were indeed correct.
The Emperor relished in it, bathed in the fear like it were a finely aged liquor. Fear gave him his throne, and fear will keep him on it.
Emperor Min sat atop his throne, leg crossed over and lip resting on his finger as he watched with intensely focussed eyes; two guards were dragging a man into his chambers, his head bowed and wrapped in a tatty blindfold. His bare feet dragged across the floor, not even bothering to try and steady himself. The Emperor may have thought the man were already dead, if it weren’t for the smirk on his face.
The guards threw him to the floor at the bottom of the steps leading to Emperor Min’s throne, taking place either side of the man and bowing to their king. Min nodded slightly, a signal to them both that they may speak.
“A common thief, your highness. He was found attempting to break into the maid’s quarters.”
The criminal sat himself up on his knees, in no rush to impress. That same smirk on his lips was infuriating Emperor Min.
He stood up suddenly, reaching beside him without a glance at all to pick up the sword his staff held out for him, swiping it out of its casing with a quick metallic twang. He stomped down the steps and lay the tip of the blade flat on the criminal’s shoulder.
“Why do you smirk at your predicament, thief? Are you unaware of your impending death? Do you not know whose palace you attempted to break into?” he spat. The criminal laughed but said nothing. Min’s blood boiled. How dare he…
“You think this amusing? You will lose your head. Guard, allow him his sight. Let him take one final look at his king before his head rolls down the palace steps.”
One of the guards stepped forward without hesitation, untying the knot and revealing the man’s face in full. He threaded his fingers through his black hair and snapped his head back; the criminal was no unable to hide
Emperor Min froze, his grip on his sword loosening enough for the heavy metal to clang to the floor. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped, the sight before him surely witchcraft.
The man on his knees – the criminal – bore a startling resemblance to the Emperor. Those same lips as his, jawline, nose, eyes, right down to the long scar on his right eye; a wound he had acquired in battle. The only difference in them was their hair. Emperor Min’s was long, regal and almost white. And this man’s was short, black as midnight and messy.
But every other detail was exactly the same.
“What are you…?” he whispered below his breath, the criminal continuing to smirk as he held eye contact with the Emperor. He stayed silent, the quiet unnerving all of the palace staff in the room. Emperor Min crouched in front of him, studying the tiny details of his face over and over in his head.
He had never been frightened before, never been rattled but this… This chilled him to the bone.
“Get out,” he growled, staring into the eyes of his identical counterpart. The two guards leapt into action, hooking their arms under his and beginning to drag him away again for execution by another hand. But Min stopped them.
“NO!” They turned, shocked by the sound of the Emperor’s command. “I meant you. Guards, staff. Get out.”
The guards shared a look of uncertainty, silently exchanging a look that asked each other if they should really do as he had told them. But they were forgetting; you do not argue with Emperor Min.
“I said OUT. NOW.” His voice bellowed from the walls, echoing like ripples in a lily pond. The guards dropped the man again, bowing to their leader and hastily leaving the king’s chambers. Min turned to the staff surrounding his throne atop the steps. “ALL OF YOU.”
They scuttled off just as fast, bowing as they passed him and leaving him alone with the mysterious man, ropes still binding his wrists.
“Who are you?” the Emperor asked, picking his sword up and stepping in between the legs of the criminal.
“Yoongi,” he mumbled, in a voice the Emperor could only describe as /stolen/.
“No, that’s my name. Tell me who you are. /What/ you are.”
“Min Yoongi, petty thief,” the man scoffed, laughing again.
“Why do you look like me?” He was getting beyond frustrated, his fist twitching with his sword quaking in his grip.
“Because that’s the image I chose,” he smirked, staring up at the king. Min was confused. How does one choose an image to imitate?
“What sorcery is this? Why are you here?” His growl was back, emanating from him as he held the sharp of the blade to the thief’s neck as a threat. He laughed louder than he had before.
“You’re a fool, Emperor Min. Don’t you get it? The violent narcissist with the untamed blood lust doesn’t understand why a kumiho has shown up in his chambers? I’m no thief, my king.”
Emperor Min knew exactly who the kumiho were. The stories had been passed down from dynasty to dynasty; shapeshifters who took the form of beautiful women to seduce and devour.
“But… Your image is male. It is me…”
“I chose the form most likely to attract a man such as yourself. I may be male, but my king… that is what you like. You have no secrets from me, nothing to hide. The form you would find most attractive, Emperor Min, is yourself.”
Min was frozen on the spot. The man before him spoke so calmly, so seductively, that he found himself conflicted. Of course, the kumiho had been right. The king was indeed tempted by the idea, but temptation from a kumiho was a sure way to the grave.
As he thought, the creature stood from the floor, pushing the blade of the sword away from his neck with one finger, and staring deeply into the eyes of the king. Before he could react at all, the shapeshifter was pressing his lips to Min’s with a tenderness that quickly evolved into a deep hunger.
It ignited flames in his stomach at the very notion that he was in fact, kissing himself and not a creature of evil intent. It was as if he were instantly hypnotised.
The sword fell to the floor once again with a clatter, the king’s hands gripping onto the rags of the man before him, pulling their bodies together with such vigour. The creature had been able to seduce his prey perfectly, just as he had intended when he leapt over the palace walls earlier that day.
Emperor Min dragged Yoongi to his private dwelling, reconnecting their lips desperately when they reached the king’s bedroom. The creature took charge in a way that the King should have found offensive, even grotesquely humiliating but he allowed it without much thought. He was unaware of it, but he was completely under the spell of the shapeshifter.
The rags of the man before him found their way to the floor, along with the royal gonryongpo robes until both versions for the kid were nude and desperately fumbling for the other.
The creature pushed the king to the bed hovering over him as their lips reconnected. The king willingly spread his legs for the kumiho, grinding his hardened length against the other’s.
No words were exchanged, none at all. For now, the pair spoke in only actions, hands roaming wildly, exploring, teasing.
The creature spat globs of saliva into his palm over and over, smearing the liquid against the king’s fluttering hole, pushing in a single finger to hear the pretty moans of the evil Emperor beneath him. The emperor was entranced, completely lost in the glory that the shapeshifter had promised he would feel with nothing more than a look.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself, my king,” the creature teased, slipping a second finger past the tight rim of the whimpering king.
“Give yourself to me. As your king, I demand it,” he commanded, heavy breathing softening his instruction.
“I would never deny you, your highness…” the creature smiled, and Emperor Min stared at his face with lust in his eyes as he felt the tip of his cock squeezing itself into him. It wasn’t long before Yoongi had pushed himself inside completely, filling his prey.
The king moaned, his hands gripping the wrists either side of his head that held up the shapeshifter. He rolled his hips up from where he lay, meeting the hips of his partner and rocking against him. The creature took it upon himself to begin his thrusts, and they were far from gentle.
After all, this was exactly what the kumiho desired. He had succeeded in his seduction and proceeded to claim his prize unceremoniously.
Skin slapped against skin, hips clashing and tongues wagging. The king moaned wantonly with each hit to his prostate, body being shunted up the bed with each harsh thrust.
“So good, my king. So good,” the creature repeated like a mantra, a chant as if it were part of some kind of ritual.
It was the King who lost his resolve the fastest, spilling a large load of semen onto his pale stomach, cock twitching and dripping. The creature refused to slow however, now fuelled by the image of the king coming unhinged. It drove the animal in him wide with lust, hips battering into the Emperor.
“You’ll taste so good, your highness. The most delicious meal. I’ve watched for so long, wanted you for so long. Your scent, the way it lingers in the air… Fuck, I need it. I need it so bad,” the creature was of course promising Min’s demise, and yet he was so fucked out below him he was unaware of the implication of those words.
As he began to regain control of his thoughts, trying to get back from the creature completely dominating every being of his presence, the monster came hard inside him, roaring like the demon he was. He threw his head back, deep resonance rolling from his tongue as his load filled the man below him.
And then in one quick hit, his fist punched through the chest of the king, fingers wrapping around the still beating heart and ripping it from his ribcage with a loud crack. The king could do nothing but scream and writhe until the blood in his body stopped pumping, the oxygen depleting from his brain all too fast.
And then the king was gone.
A reign of terror and fear was over.
The not so evil kumiho felt nothing but satisfaction for the work he had completed. Of course, he had his own selfish desires to satiate, but setting his sights on Emperor Min had been a service he wished to provide for the kingdom. And now he could hold his head high, return to his own form, and devour his meal.
Starting, of course, with the ruthless killer’s heart in his hand.
alexa, play People by Agust D
* 사람들은 변하지 나도 변했듯이 / People change, like I did
세상살이 영원한 건 없어 / Nothing stays the same in life
다 지나가는 해프닝 / Everything is an event that passes eventually *
