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For once there is no beauty in his actions. No logic, no artistic ambition… simply a blind and uncontrollable desire. The maven is such a beautiful piece of art, and he tells himself that he has taken her in order to paint her and make her eternally beautiful, but Jhin knows it's a lie. He's not going to kill her. He paces beside her, fingers twitching uncontrollably, shaking his head back and forth trying to think think think... but he can't because then he looks at her and he is taken, enraptured, once again.
Sona’s eyes are glistening with tears, and he can't resist the urge to lean forward and wipe them from her snow-white skin– She gasps so beautifully, no sound falling from her pink, petal-like lips. She is absolutely terrified but no no that's wrong, because for once Jhin does not want to be feared and admired. Only admired .
The marksman clamps his hand over her mouth to stop her silent pleas for mercy, and she flinches violently as if he has hit her. He cannot hear her, no one can, but he knows that she is asking to be freed in her own way -with her eyes alone- and he simply cannot let her think this way. He can't stand the thought of her wanting to leave.
Sona stops moving, her curvy, perfect body is shaking. Her crystal blue eyes are gazing directly into his and there is so much fear reflected back at him. He moves his hand, and she doesn't open her mouth in protest again. Instead, tears stream down her cheeks like twin rivers. That is even worse.
"Shh, no no, my beautiful flower there is no need to cry. I will not hurt you," Jhin purrs, his voice like dangerous velvet. Her crying slows, and he feels odd when he watches her swallow visibly, and the delicious movement of her throat bobbing makes him hot below his waist just like when he kills. He moves his hand down, pressing it to his length to try to soothe the unfamiliar, throbbing ache. Unfamiliar, because before Sona, it was never like this. Jhin shivers.
Sona looks down. Her eyes widen when she catches sight of his sinful ministrations, and he narrows his eyes in confusion, and looks where she’s looking and seeing the fear in her face he steps away and raises his hands in surrender.
"I will not hurt you," he repeats it as a whisper, and despite him not wanting it to be, he knows his words are true. He won't kill her like all the others. He can't. "I…" Jhin’s heart pounds. He wants to take the maven’s soft, angelic face in his hands. He wants to feel her lips against his as their mouths meet , for once he desires physical contact, needs it. He pants, praying to father in his head, praying for an escape from this change.
‘Father, please give me answers. I know not what this feeling is but it is uncontrollable, insatiable. What do I do?’ Jhin knows what his father would do. He would have ended Sona’s life - Then and there, the moment he felt he was losing control. But Jhin can't bring himself to hurt something so beautiful.
Jhin turns to look at her. Her hands are tied behind her back, and he had placed her not so graciously on his bed. Her pretty little dress is clinging gently to her full curves, the top falling and revealing the top of creamy white breasts - a part of the body he has never had any particular interest in before. Jhin unties her hair, wanting to see how it falls. Soon her blue locks are piled onto her fair, slender shoulders.
Sona is still staring between his legs, and for some reason he briefly feels ashamed - embarrassed, even. He is about to open his mouth to tell her to turn her gaze away when a voice calls out to him. His employer.
"Deadeye. You have a new target." Jhin strides towards the door to his quarters. He opens it. The man, clad in all-dark attire, was on the other side with a cold, blank expression.
"Ah, so the fun begins again. Pardon me, I have a guest, could we make this quick?"
The man's eyebrows quirk, then his eyes flick behind Jhin and briefly widen. "That is-"
"Nono that is against the rules" Jhin interrupts firmly, shaking his head, eyes narrowing behind his mask. "I do what I please in my free time. That is part of the bargain. I kill who you want, in exchange I get to kill and I get whatever comforts I choose." He lifts his gun from its holster, and raises it between the man's eyes. Jhin has to give him credit, he keeps a straight face through it all, though his body is tense. The man's mouth is an angry, straight line. Not batting an eyelash, the man raised his hand and swatted the gun away.
"Understood."
Jhin holsters the weapon, smiling in cold amusement.
"I will tell you about your new task, Deadeye. Come with me."
"I will be there when I finish what I'm doing," He turns his back to the man. "It shouldn't take more than a few minutes." His mysterious employer doesn't say a word, probably glad to be free of his company. The door clicks gently shut behind him.
Jhin turns away from the door. His home is rather majestic, elegant. One huge room, and a single small bathroom. That is why there really was no place to put her.
Sona is laying exactly where he left her, face still a mask of terror and shining from where her tears had fallen. She seems crestfallen, obviously she thought the man had come to free her. Perhaps they even knew each other, the maven was a well-known musician, but now she knew that there was no one that could save her. Jhin is allowed to play with whoever he wants, and however he chooses.
He wants to untie her so that she can move around freely but he knows without a doubt that she would flee once she got the chance. He kneels beside her, stroking the beautiful maven’s face with his gloved hand. His eyes burrow deep into hers again, and Sona shakes her head and opens her mouth in protest as he moves closer. He pulls his mask from his face, and their mouths meet slowly.
He doesn't really know what he's doing. His tongue invades her mouth, and she squirms against him, her large chest so soft and gentle against his. "Shhh, stop it my flower, stop~" Sona's teeth snapped, and Jhin just managed to realize what was happening and stop it. His tongue had almost been sliced clean off by her teeth. Laughing softly, Jhin holds her cheeks in his hand, squeezing tightly - abusing her jowls and forcing her mouth to stay open as he stares into her eyes. Her blue orbs burn fiercely with life, with rebellion.
He should be mad. Sona tried to bite his tongue off. Instead, he is delighted. His delicate flower is not so delicate, is she? He holds her mouth open as he continues what he was doing before she tried to so rudely interrupt. He will take what he pleases.
Jhin tastes every inch of her mouth with his tongue, sure that he has a filthy technique but unable to bring himself to care. This is his first kiss, all that matters is Sona’s warm mouth against his. She tries to keep her tongue away from his but once they meet, she can't. He sucks on hers. Their tongues graze, wet and warm, tangling together. It's as if he's been struck by lightning, his entire body is tingling with the pleasure coursing through him. She tastes so delicious. Jhin cannot help himself. He kneels above her on the bed and presses his lower half into her hip. He feels as if he might lose his mind. More than he already has. Their tongues are brushing so roughly, her own reluctantly starting to dance with his, her face red, eyes wide and frightened like a doe’s.
He whimpers, and then realizes he is humping her like a dog in heat. He jerks away- he’s completely lost control. Between his legs, the throb has become an insistent pounding sensation. It hurts when he moves, begging to be touched, but there is an appeal to forcing himself to wait - denying himself this bliss. There is work to be done before he can commit himself to Sona.
"I will be back soon, darling," Jhin states in a gentle tone, wiping at his mouth with the back of his gloved hand. He wipes perspiration from his brow, clearing his throat. She is looking back at him, panicked and anxious. Despite her protests she had kissed him back. That makes him feel alive, like a new man. Jhin moves her gently. Quickly, he unties her hands from her back, and reties them in the front.
"Do not make me regret giving you comfort," Jhin murmurs dangerously, tone a little icy. "I’ve already caught you once, my little muse... I’m sparing you. But if I return and discover you've slipped away, then," Jhin raises his hand, and touches the side of her skull. "... a bullet will be put in here."
He will not kill her, but it’s obvious she thinks his threat is serious because she shudders with terror and dread, and the tears begin anew. Smiling, Jhin pulls the blankets over her, making a comfortable spot for her head to rest on his pile of pillows.
"I will be back with dinner," Jhin calls out to her from the doorway. She stares back at him, all teary-eyed. She is begging to be free with her eyes, but he refuses. "Do not worry. You're very safe here." He raises his mask and slips it back on his face. He stops with one foot out the door. "Safe from everyone… but me. When you decide what you're going to do while I'm away," he narrows his eyes, looking back at her, "think carefully."
Sona doesn't react, other than a little shiver. She is obviously scared out of her wits. He doesn't want her to be, not while he is away and unable to comfort her, but he has no choice. He cannot risk her fleeing. No doubt the others would let her escape if given the chance, and then he'd have to go through all the work of traveling to Demacia to get her back.
The deed does not bring as much satisfaction as it usually does. Alarmingly enough, when Jhin is killing the man, he cannot tear his thoughts away from the maven. He puts his "brushes” away and begins the long trip home. His heart pounds knowing that she is there waiting, and pounds further when he realizes that she could not be. Had she somehow escaped while he was gone? He heads home with utter haste.
He buys dinner for both of them, bringing to his room a full platter of vegetables, sweetmeats, and fruits. The maven is asleep when he enters, and he stops - frozen in place. She is beautiful when she is awake, but when she is asleep she is an utter goddess. Ethereal and untouchable, eyelashes glittering with what remained of her tears. But touchable, after all. He lifts the blankets and grits his teeth as heat flows through him at the sight of her body. He wants to make it stop, but it feels so wonderful. She awakens, jerking, as he cups her face and draws it upward.
He stares into her eyes, and hers burn back into his, both unmoving. "I'm going to untie your hands."
Sona nods slowly. She stares at her wrists when they are freed, and he almost feels bad for having to tie her up. But not quite. He puts the platter of food down near the bedside.
He undresses, pulling off his gear. He has always been tall and skinny, especially as a child. Sona's eyes avert when he notices that she is staring, and he smiles calmly. "It is okay to stare. I am a work of exceptional beauty." She looks back at him, slender blue brows furrowed as if wondering if he was joking. He is not. Her eyes do not shift away again, even as he removes his underclothes. Her tongue travels across her lips, unconsciously. He cannot help it, he chuckles.
Yes, this is what women love, isn’t it? This… length. All women want it. To make children. They want to feel it inside of them. He gazes down now, holding his own naked length in his hand. It is not quite soft, but not quite hard, stuck somewhere in between. But as he feels Sona gazing at it, it stirs. His eyes meet hers again. His next thought is sudden, intrusive. He wants to have sexual intercourse with her, wants to procreate. He is going to.
She must read his intent in his eyes, because as Jhin strides towards her, she pushes herself backwards on the bed. Trying to escape from him, but with nowhere to go. He captures her ankles in his strong hands and tugs her across the bed back toward him. A shudder tears down his lanky frame, and he closes his eyes as he feels her trying to escape his grip. He can hear it in his head. He swears he can.
‘No, no, no! Please stop... please don’t...’ Perhaps Jhin is imagining it, but the faint whispers urge him onward. Suddenly, her freed hand meets his face with a loud clap. His head flies to the side, shock flooding him like a splash of cold water. He snaps his gaze back toward her, tilting his head slightly. She shivers, hiding her body with her hands and sobbing.
"It is always interesting," Jhin says slowly, "how humans still resist even when they know it is the end. They sob, crawl away, beg for forgiveness that I cannot give them. They scream and squirm, like pathetic little insects just waiting to be squished beneath my boot. Oddly enough, it is the same case here."
Jhin buries his fingers in Sona’s soft, blue hair, and slams her back against the mattress. Her head hits the pillow, long tresses a perfect sea of blue around her lovely face. The rapidly flowing tears make her face even prettier. The material of her dress shreds easily as he tears it from her frame, revealing large breasts, wide hips, and a neatly-trimmed innocence. For a moment, Jhin can do nothing but stare at that sweet spot between her thighs, his eyes widening. "Sona… you are so beautiful."
Jhin runs his hands along her frame. Over the large, soft breasts, over her hard nipples. He leans down and captures one in his mouth, sucking like a babe. He splits her thighs apart with one knee, enjoying how she tries to escape and pushes at his body with her weak, womanly hands. He suckles hard, enjoying the feeling of her nipple in his mouth. He presses his erect manhood against her thigh.
Her fingers suddenly tighten and tug at his hair, a last-ditch attempt to hurt him enough to get him to stop. He will not stop. He manages to find her womanhood with his cock, and Jhin gasps, eyes widening, as he sinks inside. Everything is so hot and moist. She wraps perfectly around him. So... this is sex. It is better than anything he expected, but he knows it is because of who is beneath him. Jhin could be satisfied with no one else. Gripping her hips, he begins to pump his own.
Sona tries to hit him, but then her hands fall upon his bare back, and her nails dig in. Her mouth makes an ‘o’ as he pumps steadily inside her. Suddenly she is tearing down his back with her nails, and she is shaking her hips right back at him. Their bodies are merging together. He may be inexperienced but he knows - knows that she wants him too. She is dripping, his thrusts are starting to sound wet, the slick folds embracing his member clinging. Her hands are at conflict with her mind. One moment she is pounding at his back with hatred, trying to force him off, the next she is clawing at him not to hurt him but instead to release some of her own pent-up desires.
Sona desires him. His body. Even if she hates him desire is the one thing needed among two mating animals. Jhin has heard of men ejaculating quickly, but he finds it easy to hold himself back. He is too addicted to watching the sensations flicker across Sona's face, greedily drinking those reactions down, to worry about his own pleasure. Her lips fall open, a bit of saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. Sona's eyes squeeze shut, sweat on her brow, nails scratching desperately at his back. Then her blue eyes suddenly snap wide-open, and she grabs his face with one hand. Holding his chin, Sona guides his face close, then their mouths are pressed together. Something changes in her womanhood.
Suddenly, she is tightening, and her slender arms wrap around his neck. He finds himself kissing her hard. Her body writhes against him. Clap, clap - he moans, he can feel his erection pulsing inside her, his lanky body throbbing with the threat of the looming pleasure. Her body is so warm against him, around him. He can’t hold back when Sona stares up at him, her long-lashed blue orbs pleading silently for forgiveness. He realizes why she wants forgiveness when he feels her start to gush, mouth falling wide open- her body locks up. His sweet Sona is coming. Her body has betrayed her. That’s what this new tightness is. He has made his sweet victim, his beloved and beautiful prey, into a woman.
That undoes him. Jhin shouts. He can't breathe as an orgasm tears throw him. He bursts inside her, lost in the sensation of wetness spilling down his manhood and onto his groin. The amount that he pours into her is impressive, and she shivers, eyes wide with horror. He collapses onto her when he is done, panting heavily. He presses his head against her rapidly rising, heavy breasts. There is so much shame on Sona’s face, in her eyes. No doubt she is horrified that she orgasmed on her rapist’s cock, that Jhin’s seed is now spilling inside her womb, but all that matters to Jhin is that Sona in his arms.
He cannot bring himself to care when tears pour down her porcelain cheeks. Jhin smiles.