"THE BLEEDING NOIRE":
CHAPTER 8 : "Kindness is fatal "
"Destined soulmates/Royalty AU"
"YANDERE DEMONIC ROYALTY ATEEZ OT8 X WITCH/MEDIC READER"
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Trigger warning:contains dark and non con elements/torture/death and several others
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<General Warnings:Dark AU,slow burn,smut eventually,non con/dub con elements,magic,coercion,manipulation,possessiveness,obsessiveness,literally more unhinged as it gets by,contains mature themes and dark contents,fighting scenes and if I forget anything..drop a message.>
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<Chapter contains Smut under the cut>
[MDNI;DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST]
Not proofread, English is not my first language so, apologies for any grammar or spelling mistakes.
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[A/N: Hello my lovely readers! I'm back and banging with the new chapter of "The Bleeding Noire". I thank each and every single reader who was patient and anticipated the release of this new chapter and encouraged me to write again. LOVE YA'LL, Mwah! <3. Happy reading!]
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Rain pattered against the grounds of the grand palace of sertyok making the already looming nightly fog seem more ghostly.
The scent of ranunculuses drifts through the air of the east wing of the palace which is renowned to belong to none other than the eldest prince.
Footsteps.
Careful footsteps sounded over the pouring rain.
So careful that anyone would miss it.
But Wooyoung's head raises slowly from his chained up position and with his eyebrows pinched together in curiosity, he looks at the person who now enters into what is known to be one of the most intricate and hidden dungeons, the 8 princes own.
"Seonghwa hyung?",Wooyoung blinks for a second before his lips curve into a knowing smirk.
"Ha. When did you come back, Yunho?",Wooyoung says relaxing as he lays back against the walls lazily, his hands outstretched above him because of the chains, looking up at "Seonghwa" through his lashes.
Yunho crouches down to Wooyoung's level, transforming into himself and combing his fingers through the younger' head. The action casually intimate and so out of place, to be done at the dungeons and that too to his chained up brother.
Wooyoung observes Yunho as he continues stroking him. There is an unmistakable scent of something on Yunho and the said 'something' must be the cause of the unconsious smug expression he wears is and that's what Wooyoung concludes in his mind.
"You look like you did something", Wooyoung says in a tone of matter of fact.
"Spill"
"Nothing gets past you, huh?", Yunho lets his hands fall away from his head as he smiles at Wooyoung, but the younger one knows better than to actually believe it.
Silence stretches among them.
Because Wooyoung knows Yunho did something and Yunho knows that Wooyoung knows that he did something.
And they both know it has something to do with you.
"Why are you here?", Wooyoung's expression is guarded but no less curious as to why Yunho is here of all places and at this time that is.
Yunho chuckles.
"Aww, come on. I'm here because I'm worried about you", Yunho says, still smiling.
"Well, then let me ask you like this. Why aren't you in Hongjoong Hyung's room with her and what are you doing here when you surely know that Hongjoong hyung locked me up here?", Wooyoung asks,his jaws flexing highlighting his hollow cheeks making his expression look murderous.
"Ah, so you mean to tell me that it was Hongjoong hyung who did this?", Yunho exclaims with a piece of flesh in his hands, the part long dried out of blood and looking frilly and shrewd.
"No, that was Yeosang. He was already furious because of his argument with Hongjoong hyung and then I kissed her. And thus lost my tongue in the process, but hey I'm a velmorrin. So, no biggie", Wooyoung says clicking his tongue against his inner cheeks, the faint black and red veiny tissues along his jawline and the column of his throat indicating his already regenerated new tongue.
"That's totally on you, you know how Yeosang is when he's past his limit of tolerance to all our bullshit and yet you and Hongjoong hyung have a knack for bringing the worst out of him" Yunho says as he crushes Wooyoung's previously ripped out tongue in his palms. The shriveled up flesh turning into ash in no time.
"Ouch!. Hey! Have some courtesy! How could you do that to my tongue infront of me and so carelessly too?!", Wooyoung has a mock bewildered expression on his face, his face twisting into a look of utter horror and dramatic betrayal.
Yunho stands up and dusts himself off, his head raised towards the roof as he sighs.
"Did they tell you when they'll let you go?", Yunho looks over at Wooyoung as the latter just stares up at him with a blank expression and that is all the answer Yunho needs.
He sighs.
"Woo", Yunho calls out softly trying to provide whatever comfort he could at the moment. "Why do you look like-", Yunho' words are cut off by a resounding growl of frustration coming from none other than Wooyoung.
"God, I miss her so bad", Wooyoung's voice croaks out in a raw tone signalling the said man's distress at not being able to be with you. Yunho blinks before an airy chuckle escapes him.
"I was worried for a second, you little shit", Yunhos says, his voice carrying his amusement at the younger' very obvious distress caused by missing you.
A dry chuckle escapes Wooyoung from his kneeling position.
"You should be worried, Yunho", He says blankly, his tone not giving away whatever he means by that sentence. But alarms start ringing in Yunho's head as his eyes narrow towards Wooyoung.
He knows that tone.
It's the same tone Wooyoung uses whenever he's about to wreck havoc upon anyone and anything on his way.
The sound of Chains clinking together pulls Yunho out of his momentary daze as his whole body locks up, his hands freezing in their position by his torso.
In the corner of the room where he was previously chained, stands Wooyoung, the chains are at his feet.
Not the normal chains made of steel or iron or even titanium that they typically use for their own prisoners or humans.
The chains made by infusing 1000 angel's blood, lays uselessly by his feet, as Wooyoung cracks his neck, looking at Yunho with a devilish smirk.
"You know, you're impressive and You're fast when it comes to making moves, I have to give you that. I had an idea that you would do something,but never did I think you'll actually spoon feed her a Lamia's heart", Wooyoung says leaning casually and far too relaxed against the dungeon walls, picking at his finger nail beds.
The airy swoosh of a dagger flying and landing directly upon his chest makes Wooyoung shut up and look at the embedded metal in his ribs. With a chuckle, he extracts it out of his body with a single tug, confirming Yunho's suspicion.
"Where the actual hell are you right now?", the question Yunho asks is directed towards the actual Wooyoung through their shared mindlink, not at the Wooyoung standing infront of him.
Precisely one of the many clones Wooyoung himself creates out of himself for himself.
"Tsk, sometimes I wish you aren't as smart as you are but I'm still proud of you, my brother", Wooyoung's voice sounds distant in the link signalling that he's far away from wherever Yunho is, meaning he's far away from the east wing, as the clone infront of Yunho vanishes into thin air.
"WHERE.ARE.YOU?", The question rumbles out of Yunho, as he grits his teeth in frustration by the way Wooyoung is trying to dodge his question.
"You know exactly where I am. Come find me and maybe then you can see the real her", Wooyoung says, his tone giving no way to counter arguments as he adds, "And oh, i was told, the lamia heart was delicious. I've heard its considered a delicacy among the people of the North but it's my shadow's first time tasting it, thanks to you".
Wooyoung laughs as a loud crash is heard through his private mindlink with Yunho as his voice fades out signalling he ended their link. All while, Yunho looks at the now destroyed dungeon wall infront of him while his jaw flexes in pure ferocity at the audacious tone of his younger brother.
He's all used to it. But still, as he thinks of the way he bloodied his hands to get the Lamia's heart only for Wooyoung's another clone he made out of your form drink it, makes him furious.
How stupid of him.
All his work has gone down the drain, thanks to Wooyoung and his antics.
His very clever antics.
He's always known that all of his half brothers were as formidable as himself. Some more crueler. Some more subtler. Some more cunning. Some more chaotic.
But the thing is,Wooyoung is both Cunning and chaotic.
A deathly combo.
He knows that all his brothers are posessive and insane when it comes to the objects of their desires and possession.
And he knows for a fact that it won't be easy to win your favor.
Not with all of his brothers around.
And all of them even though some of them won't blatantly admit it, know it in their bones, that they'll absolutely kill for you, including themselves, and push themselves to demise if it comes down to it.
With that thought in mind, Yunho walks towards the now abandoned chambers of what used to be the residence of Concubine Jung, Wooyoung's mother.
The place doesn’t look like it's been abandoned at all. If he himself didn't witness the events that took place here, he would've thought that someone is actually still residing here.
Which is not exactly wrong, because Wooyoung loves this place.
He pushes the last corner's right door open and comes face to face with Ohn Duan, the personal knight who's also Wooyoung's sworn servant.
Yunho's face gives away no expression as Duan bows in greeting and points towards the balcony in the far end of the other side of the place.
"Took you long enough. I almost thought you weren't coming", Wooyoung's face mirrors the same blankness Yunho wears as he leans towards the decorative railings of the balcony.
"Where's she?", Yunho's voice is still blank and seemingly uninterested but betrays slight anticipation he tried and failed to reign in, because when it comes to you all of them lose their usual composure.
"Sleeping. My bite knocked her out. It's a given since Seonghwa hyung only marked her recently, but I'm not gonna let myself be at the hyungs' mercy waiting for my turn which may never come if they decide so", Wooyoung leans back, his robe open around his torso showcasing the hard muscles along the lines of his upper body as he spins a bark of osmanthus tree between his fingers.
That was the moment Yunho's eyes find the red and purple marks blooming along the column of Wooyoung's throat and the scratch marks near the nape of his neck and the very obvious scratch marks Wooyoung wears on his back.
Silence stretches between them as crickets crokle in a distance.
One look at Wooyoung and even an idiot would know what happened.
And Yunho is no idiot.
"I miscalculated the timings and intervals of the bond bites. Seems like i overestimated their patience. Seonghwa must have bitten her within 72 hours of Hongjoong biting her, isn't it?", Yunho exclaims, a solemn expression in his face which does not quite match the intensity of his thoughts which are racing miles per seconds.
Wooyoung does nothing but stretch like a lazy cat, deliberately showing off the marks you left on him after the events that happened in this very residence which took place after he teleported you from Hongjoong's room when his elder brothers and yeosang left the room after Seonghwa impatiently bit you, talking in hushed voices as to not disturb you.
All while the real Wooyoung was under your bed waiting patiently to whisk you away.
They thought they threw him into the dungeons and chained him up to teach him a lesson on patience as per Yeosang's words.
Little did the three of them know, it was Wooyoung's shadow clone that he created that was chained up.
And, the minute he entered your room earlier, he deliberately made a clone out of himself and all the events that followed was as per what Wooyoung precalculated his brothers would do.
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[After Hongjoong,Seonghwa and Yeosang left]
Wooyoung crawls out from under the bed and scoops your unconsious form from the bed and lays your head comfortably against his chest and teleports to a place he wanted to keep you in.
If he can, He'll keep you there forever.
His late mother's residence.
But, the moment he teleported back to his mother's chambers with you in his arms, you woke with a flinch. Sweat drenching every crevice of your body and Wooyoung knew exactly what what happening.
He anticipated it.
He knows.
Everyone in sertyok and in the demonic realm knows, that the bite between mates should be done with proper care and if it comes down to a person having several mates, precautionary time intervals between each bites should be given.
If not, the person experiences what is known as "Bond aspiration/frenzy" Where they go into a maniacal state of intense and aggrevating sexual hunger.
For their mates precisely.
And Seonghwa, Yeosang and Hongjoong overestimated that the said aspiration would start only after a day.
They seemed to have skimmed over the fact that it was only applicable to Normal peasants and other creatures.
Not to the one who belonged to the most powerful witch lineage.
You opened your eyes to look into familiar obsidian ones staring right back at you and you nothing but all jump out of his arms, panting and looking around, but your mind feels strangely foggy and you can't think at all, you start pulling at your own hair at the strange feeling that's spreading all over your body radiating the strongest near your collarbones where your bond mark is located.
You lift your head up to look at the person who was holding you in his arms.
Wooyoung was'nt he? That's what you remember his name being.
"What the actual heck is wrong with me-" an unconsious groan tears out of your throat as another wave of heat spreads through your body while a voice inside your head starts chanting.
Bond.Mate.Bond.Mate.
You clutch your head with a wince.
Fucking hell.
Another set of hands wrap around yours gently massaging your temples.
You look up at him.
And you blink once and then twice.
You must have gone insane.
That's it.
Because how else can you explain this strange feeling of your heart fluttering and thumping against your chest all of a sudden at his gentle demeanor?.
Why does he look attractive to you and too in this situation?
You don't have any explanation and you dont think about anything when you pulled him to you, crashing your lips against his on pure instinct.
To your surprise, he doesn't seem fazed at all at your strange behaviour. Even more surprisingly, he threads his fingers into your hair pulling you closer as your lips start moving against each other's.
You move backwards until your legs hit the edge of a wooden table that looks grandiose with stacks of papers and ink at the middle.
But Wooyoung doesn’t seem to care about anything other than you.
He swipes his palms against the surface of the table and the sound of the ink pettle clattering to the ground along with the scattered papers that now lays on the floor in a mess registers in some faraway part of your brain as he breaks the kiss, swiping his thumb along your lower lip with a grin and lifts you up making you sit at the table as he makes himself stand comfortably between your parted legs.
"Something's wrong with me", your voice comes out in a whisper in the far too- quiet- for -your- comfort chambers.
"Hmm?", Wooyoung, all but hums, acting oblivious against your lips as he moves down to your throat, leaving kisses along the path of his lips.
Your mind is a mess.
You don’t know what's happening and why it's happening but as you look down at your fingers when you feel some sort of wetness seeping through them, you freeze.
Blood.
You have blood on your hands and you look at his neck.
He's bleeding.
The area near the nape of his neck is bleeding only a little, but still you very obviously feel the wetness of the blood.
It's weird.
You're not disgusted at all.
And then another wave of tge same feeling passes and Something snaps inside you as your eyes go blank and then at the next moment, darkens.
You don’t register your own hands clawing at his shirt, basically ripping it out of impatience, as you latch your lips to his throat, biting and Licking.
You bite his earlobe and trace your tongue along his jawline and taste something sweet with hints of metal. You blink hazedly, and look what tastes so sweet on your tongue and to your horror realize, it's his blood.
Wooyoung just grins and pushes your head towards where your nails made their mark encouraging you to drink.
You hesitate for a moment.
But the taste of his blood still on your tongue pushes you to lap at his neck, as you lick him clean.
No time to be disgusted when his blood tastes good to you.
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A satisfied moan tears out of his mouth at your eager lapping at his neck before he's pulling your head off from his neck,kissing you feverishly.
His lips trace a path along your throat. Another moan sounds and bounces off the walls, but this time, from you, as he nibbles the skin.
You stare dazedly at him for a moment before pulling him in for another kiss, as you open your legs wider rubbing your core against his body, seeking friction. Wooyoung follows suit, as he starts rubbing his clothed cock against your clothed thighs.
"Ah, W-wooyoung", you're literally shaking against him, delirious because of the unknown sensations spreading through your body.
His pupils dilate at your shaky tone as his canines start protruding, his eyes going the typical velmorrin black. A soft 'uff' escapes you as you glide through air and land back in a mattress. You lift your head up to see the massive chandelier above glinting with lights but somehow the room is still dim lighted.
You're in another room.
Wooyoung stands at the edge of the bed, your foot in his hold, as he kisses each and every single one of your toes,looking every bit of a devotee worshipping his goddess at the altar.
The scene is poetic.
You lean up, clawing at his shirt as he helps you by ripping it open and throwing the tethering scraps of what used to be his shirt away to some corner of the room.
His room.
The room he spent most of his early years in.
The room where he hid, cowering in fear as the grand king's guards a.k.a his beloved father's guards continued slashing his mother's back open with a sharp edged cord.
Tears blur his vision as he rests his forehead in your heel.
The first drops of his tears coat the soles of your foot as he unbuttons his pants and soon leaves them to join the rest of his discarded clothes.
You get no warning.
You feel the air shifting and a soft sound escapes you and your clothes are gone in an instant as he starts getting visibly more impatient by the minute.
Cool air hits your body as you shiver lightly.
Your hair falls in a halo around your head in your position among the pillows as he looks at you adoringly with twisted infatuation and,slowly, while maintaining eye contact to make sure you're looking at him and only him, lowers his head to your now exposed bare pussy.
His tongue darts out to lick a fat and greedy stripe from your hole to your clit.
The taste of you is heavenly on his tongue and with a raw and guttural moan he dives in again but this time he does not hold himself back as he licks,sucks and even nibbles at your most intimate area like he's making out with your pussy.
Your head is thrown back, back arched like a bow as dirty moans spill free out of your lips. Unguarded and desperate. Your hands find purchase in his head which only seems to motivate him to do more. Your release gushes out of you without any warning and only when he lifts his head up to look at you dazedly, do you register the amount of liquid coating his chin, face and some even on his neck; dribbling down past his chest.
"Never did I imagine such heavenly virtue be bestowed upon me nor did i ever think i was ever worthy, angel. But fuck me, if its not the sexiest thing I've had the pleasure of witnessing in my life, I don't know what is. Seems like You're a squirter, huh?", a mischievous grin makes it's way onto his face as he crawls up and comes face to face to you as his hands start slowly massaging your breasts, his fingers pinching at your nipple, rolling them and toying with them, making you yelp.
The sensations are too much and your body is too hot. You can't take it anymore.
"Please. Please just do something. I don't think I can take it anymore. Why does it seem to worsen when I-", a hiccup escapes you. "When I cum?", you say as you grit your teeth as another wave of heat passes from your neck to your lower body.
The pain is throbbing and unrelenting as it rolls out all throughout your body.
It's making you insane.
The pain is unlike anything you've witnessed before. It is annoying in a way. Not quite going away and only keeps increasing as the clock ticks.
He chuckles as his lips form a pout as he coos at you, wiping the sweat dripping off your forehead with gentle hands as he shushes you, whispering words of comfort. But even through your lust fogged mind, you can clearly see his actions do not match the dark, satisfied gleam in his eyes, like he enjoys you being at his mercy.
Two of his fingers finds your wet core as he starts spearing them through your hole. An airy 'ah' escapes you, as pleasure spreads throughout your body and unbridled moans from you follow the sounds of his fingers sloshing against your hole.
Wooyoung is officially a goner.
He starts blabbering like a madman.
"I love you. I love you. I love you, my sweet little angel. Say it back. Say you love me. Say.it", His face is inches from yours and fingers stop their minsitrations all together,stilling inside you,as dark eyes gleaming in the moonlight stay fixated on your form, waiting for you to say the words.
The underlying threat is very clear.
If you don't say what he wants you to say, He'll stop.
You try to not answer. Key word: TRY.
You try looking away to gather some semblance of your remaining sanity.
But Wooyoung is already tethering on edge.
He smooshes your cheeks between his fingers as his wildly unhinged eyes find yours, daring you to look away from him again.
"Say.it.Angel. Come on, say it baby. It's just a few words. They'll make me happy, If you say them. I'll be very happy, Pretty please?", his eyes though dark, holds hints of intense and impatient longing as he tries to break your stubborn intent,emotionally manipulating you.
Even though he's manipulating you and coaxing you and you're very well aware of it even in your lust driven haze, he looks like a desperate pup, looking at you like that.
Maybe that's why you're resolve breaks and the words tumble out of you without caution.
"Love you-", only a millisecond passes before his mouth is onto you, lips finding purchase near the base of your throat, sharp canines sinking in as he thrusts his cock inside your pussy without any warning. Your body does it again. It seizes up and your mouth falls open in a loud scream which soon turns into a broken pitch of pleasure as he stuffs your hole to the max, stretching it beyond what you knew was possible.
He pulls away with a groan licking at his lips where the remnants of your blood remain as the new bond mark blooms.
His mark.
He pulls his cock out all way only to thrust it back inside you more brutally as strings of satisfied laughter escapes him from above you.
Your jaw slackens as drool slips past your lips as mind numbing pleasure overtakes your senses and a series of low pitched sounds of pleasure escape you.
Your legs wraps themselves around his waist accommodating him to go deeper as his hands find your still bloody throat squeezing and choking lightly. Wooyoung knows for a fact, that If he were to use even half of his strength, He'll end up breaking your neck.
So he's careful and mindful.
The room is filled with sounds of skin slapping against each other as the room emits a strong redolent of sex.
He pulls your body up towards him, still thrusting inside you like a raged bull; smashing his lips against yours in a wet kiss.
"Cum for me angel. Cum for your Wooyoung", he says in a whiny,breathy tone, nose touching yours in a way that makes your stomach do flips.
"Fuck- ngh", that's all the answer he gets as your release gushes out of you coating his cock, down to his balls, glistening and making it more slippery.
He follows, with his own release shooting out of him in spurts as strings of curses fall from his lips; his cum getting embedded directly into your womb.
Your mind crashes at last,as you go limbless from the mind numbing orgasm and the series of events that took place tonight. He catches you before your spine decides to give up on your stature as he lays you back gently, making sure you're surrounded by soft pillows and pulling the weighted blanket on top of your naked body.
After kissing your forehead and throwing a robe on himself, he goes to the balcony situated in the other part of the residence because he knows for a fact that Yunho will find him in no time.
It's long overdue for Yunho to arrive.
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"Fine. Stop showing off, asshole", Yunho hits the backside of Wooyoung's head at the younger' deliberate display of showing off the fresh marks you left on him.
Yunho wouldn't admit it even if he swallows a truth serum.
But Wooyoung's level of trickery and cunning does impress him in the slightest.
"Ha. You wish you were me, huh?", Wooyoung taunts,with one of the most obvious shit eating grins stretched on his face, making him look like a lunatic.
"So, What do you plan on doing now?", Yunho probes slightly, anticipation bleeding into his tone because of the small possibility of getting his hands on you and keeping you for himself for a time being, if Wooyoung decided to let a bit loose on his hold over you,since he already claimed you.
"Nothing. She's back at Hongjoong Hyung's room", Wooyoung says plainly, looking to the far end on the balcony, his arms holding the railings.
"You did what?!", Yunho's face breaks as pure disappointment paints his features.
He thought he would get some time with you. Some undisturbed peace and quiet so he could leisurely admire you and observe you. That dream was shattered by Wooyoung's relevation that he teleported you back to Hongjoong’s room.
Wooyoung snickers at Yunho's blatant disappointment. The midnight air is cool against both their skin.
He straightens up.
"Now, it's time for me to go. I have something important to do. Try to have a good night", Wooyoung says fixing his robe which has fallen open as he tucks the osmanthus bark inside his pockets for safekeeping and vanishes into thin air, teleporting to who knows where.
But Yunho has an idea as to where Wooyoung disappeared off to.
And thus decides to leave him alone.
Yunho stands alone in the balcony of the garindoise residence of what used to be Wooyoung's home.
It still is his home.
But some things are better left not being reminded about.
And this is one of those things, for Wooyoung.
"Happy birthday, Concubine Jung", the words tumble out of Yunho in a soundless whisper which disappears into the sounds of the night as he looks at the moon lit sky.
"It's been a century since your death. Your son is wrecking havoc upon everything and everyone. Very unlike of how you wanted him to turn out. But the rest of us aren't any better. Somehow this time, he and the rest of us found someone worth keeping by our sides. Please grant us your blessings and protection. And, please protect her too, even from us if it comes down to it", the breeze flows from the garden below the balcony carrying Yunho's whispered words along with it.
The gentle breeze feels like a gentle caress against his cheeks, exactly like the ones of reassurance, Mother Jung or Concubine Jung, used to give them all.
She was an angel among the people of the sertyok court.
And maybe that's why she was executed.
Because in a kingdom like sertyok, being kind gets you killed.
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Only in sertyok, Kindness is fatal.
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