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Lilium
High above the silvery moon witnessed delights and horrors, the only one to lay its prying eyes upon the estate, secluded from all society, far from all perils and gossip. It laid within the protective lap of towering cedar trees and dense thicket. In silence and solace, peaceful from the tip of its chimney to the flooring of the basement. A locus of undead life, bodiless whispers and hisses. Molten shadows that casted themselves across walls and ceilings, menacing and perilous. For many such an estate with ravens high above, singing the most morbid lullabies, would be a nightmare turned into reality but since long Jimin had made himself at home where he was not alone. Neither during the day nor at night when all silenced and ghosts wandered alongside with demons. In the shadows around every corner they dwelled and murmured in languages Jimin couldn’t understand. Albeit he cared little about such details as he enjoyed himself just as much as they did. There was a peculiar mysteriosity that laid itself thickly over the estate and held all far from it and the dense forest that wound itself around it.
Neither journalists nor angered family members had tried to break the silence within his odd home. Perhaps it was the estate’s master’s power, his presence that made all who trespassed anxious and uncomfortable to the point where they fled from where they had stood mere seconds ago. Surely Jimin would have loved to catch a glimpse of the newspapers after his family had been found guilty but the money, his earned wealth, that had returned to him soon after they had been thrown into prison, was soothing enough. Perhaps it was also a blessing to not be aware of how society viewed him and ripped him apart as the treacherous son. The last thing he wanted was to be seen as the poor little thing who could not protect himself and was in dire need of a saviour to help him. Surely many had tried to reach for him in order to trick him out of his fortune. His lawyers had ardently warned him of any person connecting with him right after the court had ended and his parents were imprisoned along with his cousin and aunt. Thus the estate and its horrifying nature had come as a blessing, a calm sigh of relief and protection that was unlike any others could ever give him.
Even though the rightful owners of the house had said their farewells, Jimin had kept a close contact with the two of them. Jungkook and Hoseok had turned into wonderful friends, who weirdly had not been put off by the estate itself. Little had Jimin known that the two of them were all too aware of their ancestor and other of his likes housing within the estate. Both had experienced it first hand, seen all the ghosts and Taehyung himself who watched over the estate like a vulture, ready to strike whoever dared to trespass. They told him stories about Taehyung, gruesome and horrendous ones. Albeit none had made him shiver in fear but rather delight as his vengeance had pulled itself through years. He had made every inhabitant's life a living hell, some even died within his vicinity.
Surely Jimin should have felt saddened about the lost lives like any other person would, but he wasn’t. Instead he had cackled and smirked in delight, knowing well that his beloved had tortured those who had betrayed him and stolen all that had been his and his family’s. In yearning he had gazed at the portrait of the once so notorious Kim Taehyung. A beautiful man who had dreams as vivid as the morning glory of shifting colours and the bright warming sun. More and more about him came to light and Jimin had enjoyed it greatly and cherished all paintings whether big or small they had brought with them. Taehyung was one to love arts in all forms. From dance to music and painting. All was his and he had thus surrounded himself with them. No wonder the estate was brimming with things he had never seen before. It was a portal to a different world, one where history was made and tales were whispered to one another. Jungkook had said too much at one point where Jimin had questioned them intently, making their tongues weave together till they had confessed. They knew of their ancestor being closeby and especially Jimin’s role in all.
Hoseok had mused and foreshadowed that perhaps it had been fate that a retired opera singer had found his hole in the arms of a man who had loved arts in such a fond way. An indirect blessing, Jimin still cherished greatly despite months having passed since he had last seen the both. The newlyweds were on journeys a lot and little at home, both had made the best of their life and so did Jimin, who had made leather and a crow’s beak his solace and tranquility. Many would condemn him for such a thing, to life amongst ghosts akin to a bride wed off into a life one could not escape from, to lay with a devil who was fairly able to murder him with a snap of his finger if the weeping madam within the hallways didn’t. Jimin hummed, lavished in his life amongst all that society would deem as too dangerous. Many would have burned the house down already but Jimin felt comfort in the soft weeping and creaking of the flooring whenever one of the many ghosts passed him and elicited a shudder to creep through him as coldness waffed off from their bodiless souls.
Though sometimes he doubted that many of them even owned some. Too horrific had they been on his first night in the estate. He still remembered it vividly. Being hunted through the hallways till the man of the estate revealed itself and delighted the both of them through sinful touches. Jimin’s mouth dried from the memory. It had been both arousing and terrifying. But he didn’t complain, at the end he had laid with Taehyung willingly despite his mouth saying something completely different. Jimin had been so embarrassed and ashamed, so shy and pristine. Now he was doused in the scent of herbs and leather, of smoke and burned flesh and he’d not want it any different. Marked by his beloved.
Even though all had been resolved and life was much more dulcet than ever before, Jimin felt his mood just slightly off. Taehyung’s appearances had increased yet they were scarce. The longer he dwelled in Taehyung’s company the more he kissed him despite only being a day or two apart. With their love and a flourishing life together many obstacles had formed themselves. Jimin had learned that being with Taehyung was different from Hoseok and Jungkook’s relationship and those he had before. If he were a human, he would have been able to meet Taehyung whenever he wanted to. In reality however he had to wait for him to return from the pits of hell. Things many did with their lovers, they couldn’t. They couldn’t visit the town and neither go to restaurants or operas. Galas were nothing they could ever see. Their time was limited and so was the areas in which they could dwell as Taehyung wasn’t only bound to the appearance of a plague doctor but also to the loudly creaking house.
It has brought him joy but also sadness as Jimin feared what would happen to Taehyung once the house fell apart or he died. Would his beloved roam alone once more, plunged into cold and merciless solitude? No children to watch over, no family closeby. Perhaps he could give the house back to Jungkook and Hoseok once he felt his life crease. Bitterness and hatred towards his few possibilities had bloomed within him despite Taehyung’s reassurance and many promises. Their relationship would never be normal but normal wasn’t what Jimin wanted anyway. Health was another topic, Jimin dreaded. Surely it turned better with the right therapy as well as medicine. However he was far from healthy, far from the singer he had once been albeit he wasn’t as sick anymore as before. Still breathless and weak, but better. He still could only sing through broken noises and running was far off from something he was able to do. But mild dancing that required not much motion, he could do. Taking a walk through the gardens as well as the woods were also a new hobby of his however not without his inhalator. What still suffered was his mental health however, he wondered whether he’d ever be the cheerful man from long ago again.
Tonight was one of those Jimin spent in the company of ghosts and the moon high above. Usually he’d just lay on the couch, engulfed by blankets in front of the fireplace with a book in hand and the monotonous weeping of the peaking winds and creaking woods. Soft footsteps that would echo across the hallways as the invisible ghosts residing in the estate made themselves comfortable within the warm dim light. But tonight Jimin felt brazen, restless to the point where he could no longer stand still and had to move. He had to do something other than read and just enjoy the solace while gandering at Taehyung’s portrait in earnest yearning as he missed him horribly whenever he was absent and nowhere to be seen. His presence was one that had always kept all living in the estate in balance. A rock on the shore that broke all storms and wild waves.
Relentless and forever, Taehyung radiated confidence and power beyond imagination. He took Jimin’s breath away in every way possible till he was left but a disheveled mess. Memories kept him on the edge, close to shivering wherever he strutt. He and Taehyung had certainly enjoyed their sanctuary and the closeness they shared, unspeakable and private. Only for them and no one else. Clad in his most beautiful garments, plunged in onyx and black, Jimin strut slowly through the seemingly endless hallways, that were tightly interwoven into a little labyrinth he had memorized from top to bottom, every single nook and cranny that existed within the estate that once had been his pretty coffin but turned into a warming home, he could picture himself growing old within. Lavish as he wanted to be dressed tonight, Jimin had chosen a black button up shirt with bishop sleeves and ruffled hems and a vest embroidered with silver and pearls that twinkled alongside white gems. Black pants and heeled shoes rounded up the look many would fawn over if he’d wear it in one of the sumptuous operas he had once sung within. His heart clenched upon imagining himself back on stage.
Taehyung had been right, an artist died twice. The first death however was the worst one, when one stopped what one was once so passionate about. A black swan, that’s what he had called him while pressing kisses along his throat. His skin tingled with sensation whenever Taehyung had placed whispered compliment after compliment onto it the last time he had rested within his arms. He missed it, Jimin’s throat felt as if tied shut, on the brink of crying from the loneliness he felt. Though what comforted him was the possibility that Taehyung would return tonight and see him in all of his artistic glory. A sigh passed his rosy plump lips as he gandered out of the many large windows.
Crows peered at him, intently and sharp. Their eyes were akin to pin-needles, their gazes burned on the back of his head. Without a second gaze back, Jimin averted his back towards them and continued his journey towards his destination. He had found it by accident. A large ballroom, absent from all life as cobwebs had pulled themselves through all that stood within to the point of Jimin dreading even stepping aside. Cleaning that room up had taken weeks of ardent work. He had refused to call for help as he didn’t dare to bring anyone into the vicinity of the estate. Who knew what could happen to people aside from him and Taehyung’s descendants? The monsters that lurked within the wooden flooring and the ceilings above were murderous and frightening, surely they’d strike as soon as an easy victim found themselves in their claws.
The hassle and tears were worth it however. There were still a lot of cobwebs within the room. What counted was that it looked much better than before. Swallowing he rounded the corner, back tense and mind scattered into all four winds. The floorings creaked, doors slammed shut in the distance. Children's laughter resounded all around him. The house breathed loudly, expanded almost immediately in front of his eyes. An uproar unlike any. Cold winds and stifling silence. The atmosphere flipped upside down. Never before after his first night within the estate had he experienced such a thing. To his luck nothing of it felt malicious or ill-mannered towards him. Jimin had dreamed restlessly at night, of times like these when the spirits were living loudly within the estate.
Now his many dreams had come alive within split seconds. The moon peaked high up on the clear night sky and laid its silvery veil amongst all that lurked within it. Jimin’s appearance however was obscured by a long black veil with lace framing the hems and parts of it. It looked like a wedding veil, long and beautiful. When he had found it he couldn’t keep himself from taking it with him. The attic had shown treasures of older times. Paintings and other things made by Taehyung himself and old garments that had been all banished to the once locked space. Perhaps it had caused things to shift within the once so peaceful and silent mansion. Yes, tonight was indeed different. He could feel it in the marrow of his bones and the depths of his soul, that shuddered relentlessly. The prompt activity was unnerving and eerie, too sudden in a burst to be normal. Jimin frowned, fiddling nervously with his laced gloves while he wandered around.
He stood still just as he stepped closer towards the ballroom’s double winged doors. Inhaling sharply he noticed it then. The paintings, the curtains. All moved in an instant, merged into the silvery shine that broke through the grand window front and diminished all warmth that shone through the dim wall lamps. Curiously he tilted his head, watched as he walked aside. Spirits of children ran through the hallways, right past him to the point where he’d feel the vibration within the ground as well as the cool breeze their rushing bodies had created. Blinking he started, sharpened his ears in order to find even the slightest oddity. No weeping, no unnerving sobs. Although the haggard monster that had haunted him on his first night was nowhere to be seen, Jimin was careful and stepped forward reluctantly.
Maybe visiting the ballroom hadn’t been a good idea after all. Perhaps he should have stayed within the warm living room or his private quarters. His breathing quickened, heartbeat picked up while his pulse skyrocketed. Muffled music echoed through the hallways. Gandering around he searched for the origin of the noise, however could only find the direction of the source. The ballroom. Odd and eerie, Jimin stared at the door silently and listened to the melodies that invited all wide and far to join for a dance or at least sway one's bodies softly to and fro.
There was no way out now. No matter what would happen in the next minutes or hours, it was already too late to turn his back towards his plans and return into the safety of his bed. He dolled up and dressed pristinely in order to enjoy his time by himself. A little bit of paranormal activities and ghosts around him surely would not change that. Jimin gathered all of his courage and hesitantly stepped closer. His muscles pulled taut, refusing to work like he wanted. His body protested, almost keeping him fully rooted to the spot. His neck hair bristled. Jimin licked across his lips and grabbed the door’s handles. A click, then another.
A painful heave and the door swung open. Breathlessly he stood there rigid as a marble statue, shocked beyond belief. His face paled, his mouth stood agape. Almost all strength drained from his body in a split second. His knees threatened to give out beneath him, they trembled like aspen leaves to the point of him being unable to control it fully. Not even suppressing the shaking of his limbs turned successful. He was the picture of horror and distress. Scared to the bottom of his heart, his guts flipped and clenched. Though he was also mesmerized and confused. Which feelings outweighed which, he couldn’t pinpoint that moment. The sight robbed him of his thoughts and all resistance within him. Macabre in every way. A view one would find in literature created to shock and scare their readers.
Cobwebs had formed a veil above close to the painted ceiling and covered all chandeliers in lacey white. Fragile and gracious, delicate threads hung from the grand objects. Those however weren’t the reason for his fright. What caused him to lose all colour within his dulcetly dolled up face were the many ghosts that resided within the ballroom along with musicians that had made themselves comfortable in the corner adjacent to the large window front framed by half ripped maroon curtains. They played their instruments with such vigor and joy, the melodies bloomed across the room, loud and touching. Despite his fear he felt like joining. His muscles itched to move into the ballroom and let himself get swayed to and fro by sweet music that cheered all closeby up into moods much better. A ghostly celebration, a kind of picture he had never reckoned on witnessing.
No one was bothered by him barging in or his sudden appearance. It seemed as if they either were unable to notice him or were simply good at ignoring an intruder, if they even thought of him as one after all he was the beloved of the mansion’s owner. Jimin wondered whether that was why the spirits and demons housing alongside him creased to hunt and scare him. Were they truly that frightened by Taehyung? Frowning, he pursed his lips and gandered around. Half translucent petticoats swept across the floor, the ghosts danced akin to molten figures made of smoke or fog. He tilted his head and stepped inside just then. Still none of them paid him any attention and thus Jimin took their blindness as leverage to walk further inside albeit his body still ruffled up against his motions. Finally in the midst of the locus, Jimin turned twice and thrice and inhaled deeply. He was just slightly out of breath, gladly exercises and medicine had helped him recover, even if only slightly. He felt much better than before.
A macabre masquerade, that’s what Jimin would call such an event. It must be a seldom occurrence as he had never seen such a thing before. Albeit he didn’t let his mood dampen any further, not from the ghosts that danced waltz around him and neither from the absence of his beloved. Tonight should be his. He let music flow through him, imagining the song one could sing to such melodies. Jolly and saccharine, perfect for a pair to dance within. A sigh left him, his body warmed up, muscles loosened up. Closing his eyes he let himself float. His body swayed from left to right, till he started his first steps tentatively. One after the other, dipping his toes into unknown waters. Fear was an everlasting company as sickness was.
He could not escape his breathlessness no matter how much he tried and how ardently he took his medicine. Another sigh, a little gasp, he felt free while being there and dancing to music that should not exist in the first place. Free like a bird, even a black swan could be gracious in its own way. He was worth all and even more than he could imagine, whether he could still sing or not. Truths he only half-heartedly believed though Taehyung’s reassurance was enough to silence almost all doubt within him. Having someone close who protected and supported him was something new but entirely welcome. Jimin couldn’t imagine a life without his beloved. He was all he had wished for and beyond. Taehyung was absolutely magnificent in every way possible. His heart clenched, his lower lips wobbled while the soft little smile that had pulled itself across his expression faltered. Abruptly, no warning uttered, all faded once more.
The lights, the musicians and people who had just seconds ago danced so happily. All was gone and left was he within the darkness, cut through by silvery moonlight that shone through the grand window front. It engulfed him whole, kissed his body wherever it glittered onto. The marble floor reflected its light, casted it across the walls and illuminated the room with its own charm and softness. Swallowing, Jimin gandered around nervously till he heard it. The tell-tale sign of the man of the house returning. The monotonous thumping of a cane and heavy footfall. It never failed to elicit a shudder to lick down along his spine. His body trembled, while his jaws clenched together. The door opened with a slow creak and for once Jimin felt too bashful to peer over his shoulder thus he called out into the room. His voice echoed off the walls like long forgotten melodies, shaly and delicate as petals,“ You have come at last.”
“This veil. Where did you get it from, sweetling?”, what an odd welcome. Jimin blinked a few times, a little hurt by getting no kiss or any other kinds of gentleness they shared so often whenever Taehyung returned. He sighed and tilted his head, laced hands slid over the veil yet didn’t pull it off his head. He looked a little like a jilted bride however Jimin could live with it as otherwise he looked just as pristine as always. Finally he gathered enough courage to turn around and bit his lower lip. The sight would be morbid to many. A man stood there, molten features and clad in leather from head to toe, only half of his face shown with scars all across his lips.
But for Jimin it was the most glorious sight he had ever seen. He had to beg himself and literally force his body to stay rooted where he stood, else he would have run to Taehyung and fallen into his arms. But this time he wanted to refuse such action and stay put. He gazed at Taehyung who had abandoned the plague doctor’s mask all along. A rare thing to happen, Jimin somewhat missed the beak. Swallowing, he bit his lower lip. He wanted to kiss Taehyung’s pair so badly, his mind was screaming at him to move. Jimin wanted to lick and suckle at his lower one and melt right against his chest. Nervously he swayed from foot to foot.
Jimin was admittedly curious about Taehyung’s interest in the veil. It was a beautiful one with many details and gems. One that Jimin had been hesitant about wearing but he hadn’t been able to quench his desire and thus now stood with it obscuring his features in front of his beloved. A small sigh escaped him, a shiver followed closeby before he answered in between stuttering and hiccups while Taehyung nodded his head mutely, obviously he listened to him intently,“ I have found it in the attic within a dusted up chest, why are you asking? Isn’t it a beautiful one?”
“It indeed is, it belonged to my fiancé.”, a sour smile pulled itself across Taehyung’s molten face, lips cracked here and there. The scars were all too prominent now. Meanwhile Jimin’s expression dropped, horror tugged itself across his. His face paled once more, while his legs lost almost all of their strength. Wherever the veil touched his skin, it itched and burned. Why was such a piece still within the estate and for what had he kept it so close? Jimin shook his head and grabbed the veil at once. It slipped from the top of his head and tousled his locks just slightly. It was indeed a beautiful piece of clothing but a cursed one. A horrendous requiem to a murder and treachery that ran through his veins as his bloodline was fault in all the pain Taehyung as well as his family had gone through.
No matter how much time they spent together, Jimin was still in awe that Taehyung could love him so freely despite him being his former fiancé’s descendant. His soul was tainted before his mother had been murdered for him to be raised as a piggy bank for a family who had leached off him and treated him as if he was nothing the moment he could not longer provide a fortune for them to throw out of the window for lavish luxuries none of them truly needed. Swallowing, he raised the veil towards Taehyung and eyed the piece of lace before mumbling devastated at the reveal of its former owner. Jimin should have known, should have thought carefully about it. He just hoped he had not ripped any wounds open and hurt Taehyung in one of the worst possible ways,“ I am sorry, I didn’t know. It would be best to burn it.”
“No, wear it. Wear it so her spirit will be unable to rest fully. Shall she wander within the pits of hell, restless and lost as she burns little by little as I once have.”, Taehyung’s answer was laced with something unspeakable and grotesque. Jimin however couldn’t bring himself to judge him and watched Taehyung approach like a vulture on the hunt, circling a wounded fawn as it waited for its sure demise. Jimin swallowed, stepped back once. Not out of fear but pure instinct. The atmosphere had flipped, shifted into unknown territories. Never had Taehyung approached him like that. Usually he was still wearing his mask and talking through it, muffled and almost inaudible. But tonight he looked ravenous, like a beast about to pounce him and rip him slice by slice. Feral and beastly, unpredictable to the core of his wretched soul.
Taehyung was a wildcard, no one could tame not even him and the softness of his human love. No words spoken, he lurked around him. Like a lion he circled around him, eyes darkened. The corners of his lips twitched while Jimin stepped further back. His nervousness was no implication of fear, no there was something completely and utterly opposite igniting within him. A familiar warmth that suffused through him and pooled in the pits of his stomach. It was sinful in ways nothing holy would ever be able to cleanse him off. Taehyung had defiled him, played with him akin to a doll. His back was met with cold glass, no way to escape as Taehyung approached on quickened steps. The shadows behind him moved, molten tendrils that reached upwards into the mess of cobwebs. They reached forward towards him and swallowed all of the moonlight. Darkness, he faced it with goosebumps spreading across his skin just as he commented a little more jollying and taunting than intended,“ People would say you’re a bitter man, Taehyung.”
“Well, I am, sweetling. Everyone in this household is, even you. Now let me gaze at you, my swan. I have not seen you in what feels like eons. Absolutely marvelous. Would you grant me a dance?”, Taehyung murmured softly against his ear. He towered over Jimin and trapped him against the window. The shadows behind them shuddered, increasing their own approach vigorously. Taehyung’s appearance must have caused the ghosts to be more active than usual, there was no other explanation. A show of powers Jimin had yet to see. Never would he have assumed that Taehyung owned such strength. A demon, he had called himself, and for the first time Jimin understood perfectly what he had meant. But he had underestimated his beastliness. Taehyung was a devil incarnate. One dulcet and honeyed but also filled with scalding fires that swallowed all closeby. And Jimin of all people, one who had always been ardently cautious about anything and everyone, wanted nothing more than to be burned whole by the man he loved to bits.
Taehyung leaned closer without another word. Chest pressed against chest, they stood there. The veil was still clutched within his fist, so tight his knuckles turned white and the tips of his finger ached. He wanted to toss it far away from them but Taehyung had other ideas and pried it from his hands. He laid it back over Jimin’s head. Soft lace kissed his face, obscured it slightly. Though Jimin doubted that Taehyung’s view was prevented by it. His eyes shone with peril and insatiable hunger. Jimin gulped, shifted from foot to foot as he bit his lower lip and hoped for the tension that seemed to pull taut with each passing second to snap finally. Jimin felt breathless despite just standing. The close proximity took a toll on him as it tugged at the knot in the pits of his stomach. Whimpering, he moved his head and averted his gaze towards the left,“ I look like a jilted bride. It’s been only a night or two. How could I ever deny you a dance, Taehyung? Though just a slow and short one. I am feeling a little breathless.”
A small nod and a wave of his hand was Taehyung’s only answer. He pulled away without a single word uttered and bowed akin to men from centuries ago. One hand reached out towards him, invited Jimin to lay his palm into his. His heart skipped a beat, he exhaled and relaxed. Albeit his muscles stayed somewhat tense. There was something in all of this Jimin couldn’t quite trust. Something was off, peculiar and out of the ordinary. And still he laid his hand into Taehyung’s and let him lead him towards the middle of the ballroom.
It revealed itself to be much more than just cobwebs and lost souls drowned in shadows. A look around and one above sealed his opinion of this odd night and all that surrounded it. The cobwebs were the same as before but now skeletons were hanging from them wearing pale golden crowns and veils. Jimin swallowed at the sight. Shadows rose from the walls as arms and hands that reached towards them made him jump into Taehyung’s arms out of fear, who seemed to not be bothered by the change in scenery at all. As if it was completely normal to happen. Jimin looked left and right in panic, fearing that he’d get groped and pulled into hell by any of these beings. His voice shook while he pressed himself against Taehyung who swayed his body to and fro, slowly turning into a macabre waltz,“ Taehyung, what’s happening.”
“Once a year I am free from my shackles. Once a year I am allowed to show you all of me. And I can’t wait to show you all of the hunger I felt while gone from you. Are you scared of me, sweetling?”, he purred against his ears with such carelessness, it shocked Jimin to the core of his shivering soul. Free from his shackles, free to roam as he pleased for a night once a year. Was this all Taehyung? From the dancing ghosts to the horrifying sight around them? Jimin swallowed, in awe that he was able to at least take off a bit more of his garments for once. Swallowing, he stared at Taehyung and his flaming iris. He truly was a ghost’s bride and looked like one with the veil draped over him. Scared of Taehyung. Jimin had once been frightened of him but now? No, he could never be even if the house itself turned into a labyrinth of terrors and monsters. He could never be scared of him again. Taehyung had proven that he was no mindless beast but still the lovely man he once had been.
So his answer came with little reluctance. Jimin shook his head with a small smile across his lips. He tried his best to ignore what happened around them and thus pressed himself closer to Taehyung. Their steps were slow and small, the right pace for him to dance without the fear of breathlessness plaguing him. Comfortable but still a little tense, he rested within Taehyung’s arms. He held him tightly close to him as if he feared that Jimin would disappear once he let go. One arm wound around him while his other palm held Jimin’s firmly. All melted away, the creaking of wood, the pained moans around them. He only saw and felt Taehyung. His eyes widened in surprise, lips parted immediately. Taehyung’s arm dipped, hand pressed flat onto the small of his back. Lower and lower, it slid towards his bottom and tugged him closer below his towering beloved who eyed him once more like a lion would its fragile prey.
Trapped within gentleness and warmth, Jimin blinked sheepishly. Astonished by the sudden actions and dip in atmosphere. Intimacy had been shared at all sorts of places and times but here and on a day like that? Was it truly what he wanted or was he merely taunting him, knowing how responsive Jimin was to even the smallest of his touches. Another tug, his front pressed fully against Taehyung’s while he squeezed his hand and laced their fingers together. The shadows bristled and increased in ferocity before they pulled completely back into Taehyung’s shadow. Jimin swallowed, his throat felt akin to tied shut while his heart raced and pulse skyrocketed. Inhaling shakily, he whimpered out in an attempt to sooth the gluttony that glistered within Taehyung’s good eye,“ Taehyung, what are you doing?”
“Enjoying myself. You look ravishing, sweetling.”, nothing but a dulcet whisper that fanned out warmly against his flushed cheek. Jimin’s eyes widened further, rivaling saucers in size. They felt as if they threatened to fall out of their sockets any time. Breathless. Absolutely flabbergasted, Taehyung had taken him by surprise and seduced him with so little words. His actions alone had been enough for heat to pool in his lower stomach. The knot within its pits tightened upon him exhaling in a full body shudder. His eyelids fluttered shut just as a scarred pair of lips pressed fleeting and yet tender kisses along his reddened skin through the sheer veil. Tendrils were the cherry on top of the dessert. They emerged from underneath Taehyung's shirt and waistcoat. Somewhere along his back their entrances should be, however Jimin doubted his assumption. The last time he had scratches along his spine, he had felt no slits or openings. The onyx appendages were part of Taehyung’s body and grew wherever their owner pleased. Jimin swallowed, feeling the familiar firmness squeezing his upper thighs and waist.
Slowly but surely they wound themselves around him and slithered across his body while Taehyung eyed him with such hunger and thirst, for the first time he feared that he’d literally eat him. His eyelids fluttered open, more tendrils wrapped around him, some tugged his arms off Taehyung into the air, elbows bent and wrists facing to the back. Jimin bit his lower lip, whimpered upon Taehyung letting his hands roam free. Up and down his sides, across his clothed stomach to his chest. The appendages squeezed his thighs. Taehyung tilted his head back and groaned whereas the skeletons above rattled. The house creaked, wood cracked upon the vibrations that cause all to clutter and shake in close proximity. Yes. It was obvious now, Jimin’s decision to doll up and make himself a nice evening had been the right one. Pride blossomed within him upon having the same effect on Taehyung as the other on him.
Coyly he wet his plump lips, taunted the beast who towered over him just a little. But it was enough for Taehyung to lean closer and whisper against his ear before he tore through his waistcoats and shirt in order to touch him further. His voice turned into a purr, a deep guttural rumble that reminded Jimin of the noises of a satisfied tiger,” You look absolutely magnificent. How could I ever keep my hands to myself when you’re laying so sweetly within my arms, sweetling. It’s almost as if you’re asking to be gobbled down whole.”
“What happened to the dance you wanted so badly?”, he whispered huskily, cheeks flaming red. They burned from the blood that rushed upwards but also south, where it pooled and warmed him up for what would soon come. He licked his lips once more, tried to pinpoint Taehyung’s gaze as well as understand his sinful intentions. He didn’t answer and instead pulled him closer onto the tip of his feet. Thicker tendrils crept over his limbs, holding him trapped upwards against Taehyung whose chest rumbled with delight. Boisterous chuckling resounded. Goosebumps spread across his skin, his neck hair bristled. Jimin blinked a few times and swallowed. Taehyung’s actions were answer enough. The tables had turned. Whereas he had been the one taunting his beloved, he was now victim to his own cheekiness. The first thing he felt were hands sliding across his chest, rough leather caressed his soft skin, eliciting a mewl from him. His body writhed albeit it stayed in place. Breathless, speechless. His mind was blank. All thoughts gone, all protests died down while warmth engulfed him.
The knot within his stomach coiled, like fire it licked across his nape. Would he take him right there in the open with all the bodiless residents of the estate aware and more active than usual? It seemed that this was the case and as horrible as Jimin felt for it, he had to admit that it was absolutely arousing. The mere thought of being taken in the open for anyone to see. Like a bride on their wedding night. Jimin gasped out in surprise, rough fingers pinched and rolled his sensitive nipples, hardened them beneath the intent ministration. Taehyung knew where to touch him in order to unravel him within split seconds. The terrors around them long forgotten, Jimin let himself fall into sin and lust. His blood burned hot within his veins, legs parted just slightly for the tendrils to wrap around each thigh individually. Laughter and snorting resounded followed by a low moan, Taehyung taunted him further while whispering in hisses, obviously just as aroused as him if not worse,“ Let’s dance in a different way, sweetling. You’ll enjoy it much more than me as beautifully as you’ve dressed. Like a pristine angel offering itself as sacrifice for the devil.”
“The devil may feast upon my flesh as I have long since left the path of a saint. I have chosen my absolution wholeheartedly, love. I belong to you and your darkness, your demons and ghosts. Let me be the bride you have craved for all this time.”, Jimin replied with no hesitation. His words carried a type of heaviness that rolled off his heart like a stone of a cliff. His chest felt lighter, less restricted than before. His confession carried all he felt for Taehyung and beyond. A promise for a future together. A confirmation of what Taehyung wanted of him, an agreement to his many questions and dreams. Jimin was his and would always give himself to Taehyung as he could no longer imagine his life to be different. He wanted him and only him till death parted and afterlife reunited them. Love in its purest and most unpredictable form. Jimin adored him, he truly did.
He wasn’t afraid within Taehyung’s company. Not even when all sagged and the atmosphere dipped. The wood around them creaked further as the hands that had shot out from the sides vanished only to creep out from beneath him. He gasped at the first touch of cold palms across his limbs, squeezing and caressing his body, while the tendrils tightened around his thighs and arms. Jimin would lie if he said that he wasn’t mildly frightened at the changes. Above them the skeletons rattled as if they were alive and watched the sinful sight with peaked interest. The redness on his face increased, darkened visibly. Embarrassed, he squeezed his eyes shut. It was arousing and yet he felt shame for such desires. For such noises leaving his swollen lips. Taehyung had little patience that night, he was greedy and far easier to rile up than ever before. Even the slightest noise and shift within his body had consequences for Taehyung who donned a heavy bulge. One that had his mouth dry up and mind race into spaces rampant and shamelessly immoral.
Was it the veil he wore or was it the powers that rushed through his system without a single bit of restrain as all shackles had fallen off his soul just for a single night? Whatever had Taehyung’s blood boiling with lust, Jimin felt no different. His skin itched wherever it was still clad in garments. He wanted them off, whether ripped apart by Taehyung or not, Jimin didn’t care as long as he was naked and completely revealed to Taehyung’s prying eyes. Swallowing, he wiggled around. The cold hands that had emerged from beneath touched his chest, twisted his nipples so painfully delicious, Jimin’s head fell back. A loud prolonged moan escaped him just then, hips bucking upwards into the air.
Leather clad fingers ghosted down his stomach towards his crotch. One cupped it while the other squeezed his hip. Taehyung chuckled and pressed the heels of his palm against Jimin’s arousal. He had him right where he wanted, trapped and ready to be tortured in the most beautiful ways. Small tears brimmed at the corners of his eyes, Jimin blinked them away albeit it only added to both of their arousal. Taehyung loved to see him cry and fall apart. Loud rumbling echoed within the ballroom, deep and guttural, feral in ways that had him shuddering in delight,“ You’re so beautiful, sweetling. I am in awe that you’re mine. Do not be afraid.”
“I am not, please. I want them off. I need to feel you.”, just as usual Jimin didn’t get what he asked for immediately. Taehyung loved to tease and take his time, to enjoy himself while taunting Jimin till he begged and cried for him, till he was at the brink of going insane. He could taste it on the tip of his tongue, suffus across his palate. All that would follow and come. Tendrils reached out, caressed his stomach with their slick surface. One in particular, noisy and highly interested sneaked beneath the veil and rubbed his cheeks, softly at first before it flicked against his lips. First a slide, then a prod. Their gazes met. Jimin shivered, his neck hair bristled before he parted his lips, not once did his gaze falter. A loud groan slipped Taehyung. He reciprocated Jimin’s cheeky mute teasing with a firm squeeze to his thighs that he parted quickly in order to step between them. A place snuggly made for Taehyung. Jimin whined at the sight, gandered at his beloved who looked just as ravishing as before.
Many would deny it considering his appearance not being that of a normal human but for Jimin he was the most beautiful man in existence. The tendril wiggled against his lips slipped inside without any resistance coming from him. He took it willingly, let it slide deeper. Jimin enjoyed the weight, loved the taste across his palate. Smooth and cold, but also not icy. A comfortable kind of temperature. Jimin relaxed within the touches of ghostly hands and tendrils increasing in size and number. They wrapped around him, caressed his skin wherever it was revealed to cold air. But he felt none of it with his body heated up to no end. He felt like melting away and mewled against the tendril heavily laying on his tongue. The vibrations gained him a throaty and pleased moan from Taehyung who fell onto his knees in front of him. His expression was neutral, unreadable but moments later Jimin understood what Taehyung had meant with his cryptic plea earlier. He leaned closer and let his hands wander till he ripped his pants, frayed and in pieces.
Slice after slice, they came off till he was left in no more but the veil. A bride about to be defiled by their beloved. Yes, that was him. He didn’t mind it at all. Neither the implication nor the title of being a ghost’s bride. Scarred lips pressed to his hips down to his thigh, marked his skin with bites and greedy suckles. Bruises would blood wherever Taehyung touches and teased him. His tongue slid across sensitive spots that caused Jimin to roll his eyes back in delight. Rough hands slid across his calves, massaged them possessively. Yes. he was in both heaven and hell. He belonged right there in Taehyung’s clawed hands.
“You look absolutely beautiful. I can’t get enough of you, sweetling. Oh, how lucky I am that such sweet canary has fallen into my hands. Neither disgusted nor scared by me. Sing for me, Jimin.”, another low moan echoed within the ballroom accompanied by bones cracking and the noise of ripping tissue. Jimin’s gaze flickered downwards, examining Taehyung’s features. His jaw unhinged. A long rough tongue slid out of his mouth, thick and doused in black saliva. It dripped from its tip down onto the marble floor. Jimin remembered it, knowing how good it would feel once it was inside of him. His cock hardened, twitched against his stomach. Precum beaded at its tip and smeared against the hardened muscle beneath. Taehyung leaned down and grabbed his buttocks firmly, he squeezed them before parting them without a second thought. His tongue flicked against Jimin’s revealed entrance, slicked it up for what was about to follow. Jimin’s breathing quickened, hasty and rushed.
He anticipated it, begged for it with the sweetest of whines. His body shuddered, writhed beneath Taehyung’s ardent ministration. The tip flicked once then twice before it finally breached the tight ring muscle. Slowly it reached deeper, wound around itself and rubbed against his heated walls. Slick sounds resounded, rung within his ears alongside with his own moans and Taehyung’s groans of absolute pleasure. He feasted upon him, had him wriggle and whine, rightout fight against the restraints. The tendrils around his limbs tightened just as more shadowy hands reached towards his body. They squeezed and slid against his skin, pinched and caressed it. Jimin shook his head, already on the edge as warmth increased around him. Sweat glistered across his skin, kissed by silvery moonlight. Slowly he relaxed further, brain overridden with scents and touches. His senses were all over, no more understandable.
All melted away in a whirlwind of events and noise. His mouth agape, the tendril inside started to move. Slow careful thrusts that mimicked those of Taehyung’s tongue as it stretched him out for more to follow later. Hands caressed his cheeks, fingers ran through his hair. It was too much and yet too little. He could only suckle at the tendril and take what was given to him. Gluttony sank into his system, insatiable and filled with such hunger, he doubted it could ever be quenched. He wished he could live like that, from air and having Taehyung’s arousal shoved deep into him. Jimin’s eyelids fluttered shut, his back arched. Futility he attempted to grab onto anything albeit his eager hands were only met with air. It felt as if he had tasted from the forbidden fruit and had plunged himself into hells deeper than anyone could imagine yet he didn’t regret it. He would swallow it whole, seed included just as Persephone had. And he would not want to rise to the surface ever again as long as it meant to be by Taehyung’s side, malicious ghost or not. Jimin had fallen, tainted his pristine wings and painted them in the colours of death and sin.
Taehyung groaned in answer. He probably still watched him like a hawk while fucking him senseless with his tongue and soft caresses against his thighs. Jimin whined, shook his head in order to push the tendril out of his mouth. To his luck Taehyung understood, he always did. It slipped out with a bit of hesitation and wrapped loosely around his throat instead. Jimin inhaled deeply, trying to catch his breath. His eyes opened only to be met with a sight that had his cock twitch relentlessly. He felt like bursting just then. Taehyung on his knees, enjoying himself to the highest extents, while he held and tasted him. His tongue moved like a madman’s, addicted to Jimin and the slickened up heat within him.
A pleased sigh passed his dry lips. He wet them quickly before averting his gaze to the ceiling. The scenedy above hadn’t changed much, but there was a significant difference. No more were the lace and gold around the skeletons shining. They turned to silver and onyx, the chandeliers above lit by flames made of souls. Possibly the ones who had died at Taehyung’s merciless claws. Another pleased sigh passed him, his back arched once more, hips stuttered before they rolled just slightly. Though their movements were short and limited. Taehyung grabbed him by his hips, so harsh he was sure they’d bruise. Though Jimin didn’t dislike it. He loved the roughness of Taehyung’s leather clad hands on his body. More of Taehyung’s tongue slipped inside of him, twirled and flicked, touching places no one else would ever. The knot within the pits of his stomach tightened, more precum leaked from the tip of his length.
Slick noises accompanied by throaty groans and dripping of saliva were enough for Jimin to turn livid and insane with pleasure. His body shook, eyes rolled back. He shook his head and moaned louder than ever before. Curled toes and stretched out legs, they cramped and yet he couldn’t care less about the pain that struck him. Jimin gasped for air, his eyes rivaled saucers in size. Scalding hot, that’s how it felt, as if he was burning from inside out. He could take no more, else he’d unraveled. Hair mussed and eyes moist with tears, he hiccuped in between gasps and whines,”Please, please, Taehyung. I need more. I need you. I want you.”
And you’ll have me , his eyes spoke volumes. A silent promise shared between lovers who didn’t need to speak in order to understand one another. It was a blessing as Jimin doubted that he’d be able to utter even the slightest coherent sentence afterwards. Pleading for Taehyung to fuck him had already taken all of him. His tongue felt swollen and limp, his mind blank and filled by cotton. He was high on sinful satisfaction. One thrust, another followed. To Jimin’s horror Taehyung simply continued to loosen him up with his tongue instead of fucking him right then. Confused, his brows knit together before he stared at his beloved only to gasp once a small slap stung against his thigh.
A warning to be less impatient. He knew he was far from ready to take Taehyung after all he was well equipped. But Jimin was greedy, wanted more and more until he choked on his own wishes and desires. A tentative wiggle of his hips, sealed the deal for him. He’d not get taken any time soon. Taehyung’s slick tongue slipped out of him just before his jaw went back into place with bone chilling cracks and almost inaudible groans. Empty and gaping, he clenched around nothing. Jimin was more than dissatisfied by the new sensation or rather the lack thereof. About to complain Jimin opened his mouth and slammed it shut once tendrils wiggled across his slickened hole. Three in number, combined much thicker than Taehyung’s tongue. Taehyung watched in interest, gazed right into Jimin’s eyes while he rubbed his hips. Jimin gasped in shock when the first one breached his ring muscle, immediately followed by a second one.
The stretch stung but was acceptable. He grit his teeth, tried to relax albeit it turned more than difficult with another tendril wrapping itself around his hardened cock. Thin and delicate. The tip of his arousal was red, asking for release, Jimin didn’t know for how much longer he could suppress it. He could taste it on the tip of his tongue, the mind numbing and blinding pleasure. Especially once the tendrils inside of him grew more confident and rubbed against his walls as well as his prostate. It was maddening in so many ways. Jimin was speechless and couldn't even complain any more. The small tendril around his cock wrapped around the base, squeezed it harshly in order to prevent him from coming. The tip of the tendril however had much more plans than Jimin had first assumed. It slid against the slit of his tip, causing him to jolt within Taehyung’s tight grasp. Amused laughter resounded, eliciting an embarrassed mewl from Jimin who could only take and whine. It slipped inside and started to thrust in and out immediately.
The sensation wasn’t unfamiliar but it still took him by surprise whenever Taehyung decided to add some extra torturous teasing. His head tilted back. One might have assumed the veil would have slipped from his head by now but it clung heavily to its place. Taehyung eyed him, hunger blazing within his expression. His body shifted, bones cracked and hands squeezed his hips even further. The pain was delicious, Taehyung’s disheveled state even more. Jimin’s mouth watered at the sight, he knew all too well that Taehyung used great strength to hold back in order to not fuck him into the harsh ground right then. Too often had he confessed his desires, told Jimin how much power he had over him despite being only a mere human while he himself was a demon capable of murdering and casting his shadows across the estate and all surrounding it. Ravens cackled outside, loud harbingers of the sins to be committed.
Pleasure, lust, breathlessness. All plagued Jimin while Taehyung took his sweet time. Another tentacle prodded at his rim, slipped side after some fiddling. Another stinging stretch albeit Jimin could ignore it easily as distraction was plenty with Taehyung towering over him. His rough fingertips slid over his inner thighs, left ghostly touches here and there while he kissed his stomach upwards to his chest. The hands that rubbed against his hardened nubs increased their actions. Some reached upwards and raised the veil enough for Taehyung’s head to slip beneath. Jimin’s toes curled, their breaths tangled. With a blink of an eye their lips pressed together, greedy and restless. They slid against each other. Jimin wasn’t hesitant at all, he opened his lips for Taehyung’s tongue and moaned once it flicked against his own. He could taste himself on Taehyung’s palate coupled with his beloved’s own taste. It was his favourite to the point where he’d love to simply kiss Taehyung for days and years, he didn’t need anything more.
Their wildness simmered down once their hunger had been sated. Rough kissing turned into slow and patient one. Though he could not complain, he enjoyed it greatly. The change of pace, the alluring scent that engulfed him. Taehyung pulled at his lower lip with his teeth before he licked over it and pressed his lips onto Jimin’s once more. Jimin felt drunk to the point of no return. He could barely keep himself afloat on the waves of pleasure that shot through him and had his cock twitch. He tightened around the three tendrils deep within him, gaining him a low groan from Taehyung who squeezed his eyes shut. His brows knit together. Jimin sighed and leaned away in order to kiss his scarred cheek. Small laughter and lopsided smiles, intimacy shared so dulcetly, one might almost forget what sinful act they committed. The tendril within his cock increased its speed albeit it was still careful as to not hurt him in any way.
One flick of the ones inside of him and Jimin was howling. Mercilessly they brushed against his prostate once the bundle of nerves had been found. Taehyung had little pity on him. His toes curled and stretched, his eyes rolled back while his mouth parted into a silent scream. His body writhed and shook while the tendril around his cock tightened its grip painfully. Tears slid down his cheeks, wet them along the way and Taehyung couldn’t but lick them off like he always did. A kind of routine that never failed to drive him crazy. Jimin felt small, dwarfed even further. Helpless and fragile, a little doll to ravage and he loved every second of if. The knot within him tightened to the point of threatening to burst any second. As soon as the blinding pleasure had come, it also faded. All tendrils slipped out of him, leaving him hanging within Taehyung’s grasp. His hardened cock ached, fell flat against his stomach. Jimin panted for air, sobbed out and mumbled gibberish. His tongue twisted, his words melted together into an incoherent mess of syllables. Edging him in such a way was too much, too painful.
Finally he seemed to have aroused Taehyung’s pity. The sound of a belt unbuckling roused all around them. The hands on his body tightened their gips. Those that had pinched and twisted his nipples changed their movements to that of rubbing. Meanwhile the tendrils wrapped around his limbs even further. They spread his thigh and squeezed them, a small warning to relax in order to not hurt himself. Jimin inhaled sharply, closed his eyes and let his head fall back. Heavy and warm, Taehyung’s arousal rested between his legs. It rubbed against his slicked up entrance. Jimin’s mouth watered and dried up repeatedly as if he swallowed hot sand instead of water, both satisfying his hunger but also increasing his thirst. Slicked up by copious amounts of salvia that was nowhere close to a human’s, it rubbed and prodded repeatedly against his puffy entrance. It clenched around nothing as if to coax him into finally taking him.
A low groan escaped Taehyung, he thrusted forward, rolled his hips for Jimin to feel his whole length, from the base to the tip. And oh how much he wanted it, he’d beg on his knees with his forehead pressed to the floor for it. He needed Taehyung like he needed air. Jimin whimpered, wiggled his hips the best he could. No more patience left, he wanted nothing more than to flip them around and impale himself on Taehyung’s arousal before riding him as if his very life depended on it. He gazed at Taehyung and whined even louder, pathetic and broken. He should be embarrassed and ashamed and yet he could only think about getting Taehyung’s cock into him,” Please, please no more teasing. Taehyung, please. Enough.”
“You’re so impatient, sweetling. But you’re right. Enough. We have got enough time ahead and surely I do prefer a different scenery for such moments.”, Taehyung murmured against his cheek and licked across his jaw just seconds later. His lips moved, accompanied by soft nibbles. Here and there he stopped in order to suck vibrant marks onto Jimin’s skin. One by one, his neck coloured with bite marks in places where Jimin would have trouble hiding them at all. But that perhaps was exactly what Taehyung wanted. To mark him as his for any human to see, to ward them off from his beloved canary. Jimin moaned at the thought, loved the mild possessiveness that coursed through Taehyung’s veins.
He was just perfect, Jimin was in awe. With only a small warning and an apology, Taehyung finally lined up and prodded against his entrance. His patience must have grown thin with the taste of Jimin’s sweaty skin on his palate. Jimin only nodded and tried to relax as best as he could. No matter how much time they took and how often they laid with another, it would always sting just slightly. The stretch was glorious. A wonderful mixture of pleasure and pain. At first it felt good. The tip slipped inside with little problems. However once Taehyung pushed his massive length inside, he stopped and kissed Jimin’s teary eyes. It still felt good yet the pain outweighed all. Tendrils slipped closer towards his cock once more. Two wrapped around it and stroked it each into a different direction. Jimin howled, threw his head back once more while his body jolted against. His toes curled, rim clenched around Taehyung’s cock. A painful hiss resounded, Jimin assumed it was Taehyung who did all in order to hold himself back. Little by little, inch by inch with a new coat of sticky black saliva, he pushed into Jimin. He filled him up to the brim. Hot and heavy his arousal weighed his insides down.
The bulge that formed inside of him was prominent and increased in size the further Taehyung thrusted into him. He wanted to touch it, press against the swell on his stomach. To his surprise Taehyung seemed to think similarly and pressed his palm flat against it. Both moaned in unison, riled up by the sensation. Jimin couldn’t wait till Taehyung took him in earnest and he would be able to watch the bulge move with each of his powerful thrusts. Finally bottomed out, Jimin cursed in relief and pleasure. Satiated and yet not. His hunger peaked the moment he had been stuffed full. Mutely Jimin peered upwards at Taehyung who looked both relieved and haunted. His jaws were clenched, his hands squeezed his hips harshly. He must be holding back for the sake of Jimin, who blushed at the obvious action of endearment. Many would have just fucked into him with little thought given to anything as long as they had a hole to fill. But Taehyung was different, he was a blessing. Jimin licked his lips and swallowed, his throat was dry and thus his voice cracked more often than he liked,” It’s okay. I am fine. It feels good. Please, Taehyung, claim
me.”
“How could I deny such a saccharine request? You’re honey and milk, you’re gold and diamonds, sweetling, and so much more. I love you.”, Taehyung whispered just then and leaned down. Gently he grabbed the veil and pushed it off Jimin’s head. It cascaded downwards onto the ground where it pooled beneath him in between greedy shadow hands and tendrils. All was followed by a kiss, soft and dulcet. A slow dance of lips and tongue before Taehyung pulled away. Once more he grabbed Jimin’s hips, the tendrils around his cock sped up their pace and tickled a series of loud gasps and moans out of him. His breath got stuck within his throat, with little warning Taehyung slipped halfway out in order to thrust into him. Spot on his length rubbed against his prostate, massaged it relentlessly. Hesitant and slow thrusts turned into powerful and quick ones within moments.
They jolted Jimin, made him wiggle and shift his hips. Jimin moaned loudly, shy at first till he could no longer hold his noises back and lost himself within the endless pleasure. Taehyung however only added onto his arousal, too riled up to care any longer and pressed his palm back onto Jimin’s stomach, who screamed like a banshee about to be murdered. His head shook from side to side, his back arched and toes curled while his legs kicked out to the side before they pulled back once more. His toes stretched, Jimin tried to desperately grab onto anything but again was left grasping the air. The tendrils and hands shifted his position, making it easier for Taehyung to reach deeper into him. It was mind numbing, Jimin wondered whether his brain would be any good afterwards. He doubted that he’d be able to think at all as already all creased within him. A mindless doll to fuck into, he loved every second of it.
Being used like this. He wanted more and more, unable to hold himself back. He begged and cried, whined and cursed for more than he could take. And more he got with Taehyung’s patience finally snapping. His hips moved forward, brutal with no reluctance and hesitation. He impaled Jimin on his cock with no mercy. The knot within him tightened, the pooling warmth turned into a blazing inferno. He could feel it creep up to him. From his stomach down to his groin, all pulled and ached. Jimin tightened around Taehyung before he lost himself. White spluttered across his stomach, painted parts of his chest with semen while he thrusted relentlessly into the tentacles that had tightened their grip. A loud groan escaped him followed by breathless panting. His hips moved and didn’t crease with Taehyung still pounding into him, driving Jimin right into overstimulation.
Oh how he wished to have a tendril inside of his mouth just them. He screamed as if someone butchered him. If this was hell, he’d kiss it hello each night. It didn’t take long for Taehyung to follow and spill inside of him, endless and long. He rode his orgasm out and let Jimin’s pulsing rim milk even the smallest drop out of him. Both breathless and tired, Taehyung grabbed Jimin by his upper arms and pulled him closer. He rested his limp arms on his shoulder. Jimin wanted to complain, scared of Taehyung slipping out of him too early for his taste, but tiredness outweighed all. His mouth and tongue weren’t good for anything anymore. It was mesmerizing as well as shocking how much strength Taehyung had still left albeit if he considered his earlier implications, he wasn’t done with Jimin yet.
Jimin swallowed, clung weakly to Taehyung who held him up, pressed flat against his chest with his cock still buried inside of him. Most of the tendrils disappeared. Only a few stayed in order to keep him in place. All around them fell apart. The skeletons high above that had watched them alongside remnants of souls had vanished. The shadowy hands that had held him and caressed his body had turned into thin air as well. Left was a plain and normal ballroom. It was astonishing how quickly sceneries and atmosphere could flip within their home but Jimin wouldn’t want it any different. He had found comfort within the change. Swallowing, he nuzzled his nose against Taehyung’s neck. Once more the flat sound of a cane against wood resounded, this time however not alone as Jimin whimpered with each jolst of Taehyung’s cock inside of him. Jimin was neither embarrassed nor ashamed, to hell with all the ghosts who dared to judge him and their master. Breathlessly he pressed his lips to his neck and whispered content and excited for what would follow next,“ I love you too, Taehyung, beyond this realm and all hells below.”