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The tiger and the bird appear late at night, when Rumi’s thoughts swirl in her mind, preventing sleep from taking her. Her marks glow, feeding off their demonic reflection. The tiger has another message from Jinu on its tongue.
It’s a compulsion, the way her body lifts itself from her soft pillow and warm sheets. She should stay home. She should be working on the song. She should be doing anything other than changing out of her pajamas, checking her face in the mirror for imperfections. Not that he would care. Not that anything she wears tonight will stay on.
A sweater with a hood, long pants, and sunglasses. It should be enough to give her some anonymity through the night, to cover up her marks until he strips her down to look.
She follows the tiger through the dark streets, leaping over stairwells and rooftops. It doesn’t need to lead her. She knows the way very well. Through an alley, past the shrine at the bottom of the hill, there is a hiding place for them in the sacred woods, protected land in the middle of the city.
She’s sworn to protect this place, but tonight, she’ll desecrate it. She has no choice, really. She’s the very thing she’s expected to destroy. What’s a night of self destruction compared to an eternity in the demon realm?
He’s there already, in the empty cabin, waiting for her. She’s late. She’s always late, fighting with herself every step that leads her toward him.
This is wrong. This is a betrayal. This is what she deserves.
“Jinu,” she says, closing the cabin door behind her as she steps inside.
“I didn’t think you would come tonight.” His eyes bright gold in the darkness. Her body pulses in his proximity, her marks a deep, glowing violet.
“Why? Because I told you the last time was really going to be the last time?” She tries to smile, to lighten the mood. But she’s never been the funny type.
He huffs anyway, somewhere halfway between a chuckle and a scoff. “Yeah, that. And because you were so blissed out of your mind that you told me I must be Gwi-Ma fucking you himself.”
She bites in the inside of her cheek, embarrassed. Yeah, she did say that. She said a lot of things last time that she regrets. She’s ready to regret it all over again. “Shut up, Jinu.”
He crooks a smile at her. “Come and make me.”
She rolls her eyes, annoyed more at herself for being charmed by his stupid lines. His stupid, plush lips that she presses into. She’s done this so many times now that even her guilt is a wicked comfort.
His hands are on her waist, so big that she imagines him crushing her. Almost wishes for it instead when he slides his fingers down her ass and squeezes. She moans into his mouth, her fingers sliding into his hair.
“I hate you,” she says, trying to break away from him. He yanks on her braid to expose the sensitive skin on her neck, biting into her marks there and sucking. If he leaves any bruises, then at least she’s already accustomed to covering them up.
“No, I don’t think you do.” He pushes her hips down, her legs spreading over one of his massive thighs. The way her core aches for him is out of her control. The way she squirms, chasing the knotted pleasure in her belly, is just as unfortunate.
“Jinu,” she gasps, when he flexes his quad.
“Why do you always come here with every inch of your body covered?” he asks, sounding frustrated, as he has to make space between them to pull the baggy sweater off her.
Because it feels better when you can finally see me, all of me, she doesn’t say. She never helps him undress her. She can’t choose it herself, revealing her marks. She needs him to do it for her.
She kisses him again as soon as the cold air hits her torso. A short-lived distraction, she knows, but her hiding is a reflexive habit.
Stalling for more time, she puts a hand on the firm tent of his crotch, stroking him through the fabric of his jeans.
“Fuck. Rumi,” he groans into her mouth. It’s nice, knowing that she can make him come undone too.
“Close your eyes,” she tells him, fingers undoing the buttons at his waist. He stares hard at her face in refusal. “C’mon. You’ll like it.”
She frees his cock, the tip of it already dripping onto the crook of her hand. “Close your eyes,” she coaxes him, swirling a thumb over his tip.
He does so involuntarily, his head falling back as he leans on his hands. She drops to her knees.
It’s like a medicine, the way he fits down her throat. This helps her sing, she tells herself. Ever since she’s been with him, her voice is back. She just needs to keep this up for a little while longer, keep it hidden until she can make herself right.
Until then, it’s fine if she does a little wrong. She massages his shaft with her tongue, sucking. Pumping her mouth and her hand in synchronized rhythm. She’s sure that the juices leaking out of him will do more for her than any tonic Healer Han can sell her.
Jinu nearly ruts into her mouth, and she presses her thighs together, tempted to reach down and touch herself through it. He doesn’t let her go on for too long though, pulling her off him by her braid again and lifting her up off the ground like she’s weightless.
He deposits her onto the bed on her back, standing to kick off his jeans before tending to her. His marks glow, leaving sharp patterns on his shoulders, his abs, even lighting up his cock, but he doesn’t care. He is what he is, he accepts it.
He’ll be inside her soon, and then for however long this lasts, her body will make sense.
He gets into bed with her, a hand already under the elastic waistband of her pants before he’s even fully laid down. The squelch her body makes when he parts her lips down there should shame her, but it just reminds her of how much she wants him. How good this feels despite what she knows. How could something that lights her body on fire be so wrong?
He teases her clit with gentle strokes, his mouth on her chest, sucking on her tit. Her marks glow brighter wherever he touches her.
He knows exactly how much pressure, how fast, will make her unravel without pushing her over the edge. “Show yourself to me,” he says, pausing.
“Hmm?” she mumbles, trying to press his hand into her, chasing her pleasure.
“Take off your sweats, Rumi.”
He’s onto her. He knows what she’s been doing. “No, Jinu, please,” she begs, lifting her hips in search of his fingers again.
“Take them off yourself, and I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck you so good that you forget you’re a hunter.” He swirls his middle finger around her core once, twice, then pulls away again, leaving her so close and aching.
“I—Jinu. Please.” He should know that she can’t. He should know their silent agreement by now. This only works if she can trick herself into believing that she had no choice.
He pulls his hand away, and a choked cry bursts from her throat. “Feel how hard I am for you.” He covers her hand with his rough palm, bringing it to his length. He’s huge, massive and throbbing. “Imagine this inside you, baby. You want that, don’t you?”
She shakes her head. She can’t do it. She won’t.
“What’s wrong? You won’t do it because I’m a disgusting demon? Or you won’t do it because you can’t admit that you’re one, too.”
She hiccups, realizing that tears are streaming down her temples. She opens her eyes, didn’t even know they were closed. The glow in his irises have faded. He looks so human that he might even seem hurt.
“I—“ I need this. I want it. I’m a demon, too. I’m just like you. I want you to see me.
All the words are caught, unable to form past the barrier of her shame.
He whispers her name, breath light against the skin of her belly. He toys with her waistband but doesn’t pull it down like she needs. He lays on his front between her legs and bends down, licking her over the already damp cotton.
“I need you so bad, Rumi. Pull your pants down so I can have you.” He rolls her clit between his teeth, or as much of it as he can, and she comes. Legs wrapping around his neck, forcing his face to give her the pressure she needs.
It’s not enough. Of course it’s not. Not when she knows how much better it can be. He pushes her hips down onto the bed as she bucks beneath him, a hand wrapped around his cock as she rides the tiny wave of her orgasm.
“Rumi…” he grunts, “take your pants off now or I’ll come and it’ll be over before it starts.”
Delirious with need, panicked, she obeys. In a single swift motion, she pulls the damp pants from herself, kicking them onto the floor.
“Jinu,” she pants, hands clutching at the firm flesh over his hips, “put it in. Put it in.”
He doesn’t for a long moment, his eyes sweeping over her. Her marks, they’re everywhere, somehow brighter now, like they want to be seen. He stares at her body for so long that she has to force herself to stay still, has to remind herself that squirming would only make matters worse.
He kisses her again, cupping her cheeks. His tongue in her mouth, delicate and probing. His nose rubbing into the side of her cheek.
“Anytime now,” she huffs, turning away from him. Her cheeks are warm, but so is the rest of her.
He has the nerve to chuckle before he slots himself inside her, so deep she thinks she can feel him in her soul, or her uterus, whichever is farther in.
He doesn’t give her even a second to adjust, pulling out and slamming back in over and over until she’s screaming.
“I love—“ Thrust. His hips digging into hers. “—your tight demon cunt. Fuck, you’re so wet,” he pants into her ear.
That’s all she wants to be tonight. Not a hunter, not a girl responsible for saving the world, not even a singer or a kpop star. Just a tight cunt for him to fuck.
It’s all she can do to hold herself spread wide, allow him to use her body. It’s as pleasurable as it is painful. He's as beautiful as he is evil. She wants this as much as she hates herself for it.
He fucks her for so long that she feels her body breaking and being put back together. Again and again and again. He says dirty, insane things in her ear, punctuated by her name and his grunts, making her gush so that he can keep fucking her for as long as he wants.
He doesn’t come until she’s begging him to, her legs trembling, her mind at its very limit. Any more pleasure than this, and she won’t even be part human anymore. She’ll be entirely his. But she supposes that’s what he wants.
He wants her naked and vulnerable, easy to manipulate. He wants her to be out of her fucking mind for him. And he’s done it, again. He’ll keep doing it, too, so long as she hasn’t sealed away this part of herself yet.
Rumi knows that one day, soon, she will have to kill whatever this is between them. This part of her that’s his. She will strengthen the Honmoon, and then she won’t need to reveal anything. Because she won’t need to hide. One day, soon, she will be fully human. She has to believe that.
But tonight, Jinu will kiss her so softly that she forgets what she wants. Tonight, they are just two demons finding shelter, together, beneath the quiet of the trees.