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Lace flutters like whispers against his eyelids, while smooth, strong hands seize his thighs—unyielding yet tender—parting them, a silent invitation for the devil above to descend deeper into the sin of his fruits.
Dan trembles, whimpering, as molten heat floods through his veins, spine bowing beneath the horrible pleasure blooming between his hips. The empty shell of his mind drifts, hollow and weightless, unable to grasp a single, coherent thought—yet shame lingers, enough to choke back the moan that rips from his throat at an agonizingly slow thrust. “Mmmh—!”
His head snaps to the side, desperate to anchor himself, trying to stay grounded through this ordeal. But firm fingers catch his chin, guiding him back. The demon above him moves without mercy, driving deeper, continuing to slide into him without remorse, the wet slap of their bodies echoing in the fevered hush. Lips ghost along the shell of his ear, a cruel caress, and Dan cries beneath the weight of it, fragile limbs quivering from the overwhelming pressure of the man bearing down on him.
“You know better than to silence yourself,” a low voice growls deeply, nails digging into his jaw hard enough that it stings. “Your body responds so well to me after all this time. I want to hear how I have ruined you,” another hard thrust that leaves the angel breathless, gasping. “Torn you apart from the inside. They will never take you back. Not when you're such a filthy thing for me.”
“Jaekyung,“ Dan is too weak to say anything else in response, cheeks flushed a siren red and lips plumped from bruising kisses. He shakes his head, attempting to deny the pleasure, but his body squeezes down on the thick cock ramming into his stomach. He wants to refute the man, reject the truth in those words if only to give him some semblance of hope. Dan had forgotten how the warmth of sunshine felt on his skin—how the fresh air of a lush garden would rustle through his hair or how the chirps of newly hatched birds echoed through the treetops.
All he knows now is this man, this demon, and the cold shadowed prison of his chambers. He imagines that the dark folds of the bedcloth must have branded his skin, an indelible mark of his captivity. If not that, then the traces of their violent unions—each thrust, each bruise, a reminder of the torment woven into his days. Though time has tempered the harshness of their encounters, their frequency and intensity waning with the months, the scars linger.
Dan wonders if the demon has gained some empathy over the months, if he has softened in his presence. Yet, there are fleeting but sharp moments when the answer becomes clear: no. Whether it’s from misconstrued words or misread gestures, the anger remains with the slightest misstep.
“They don’t want a tainted angel up there,” Jaekyung scoffs loudly, grunting between each word with every roll of his hips, twitching inside Dan at every gush of wetness that pours over a swollen hole stuffed full. “You think I wouldn’t know what you are up to down here when I am off tending to my duties? I allow you a roof over your head, provide food to you on a silver platter, elegant clothing tailored to your body.”
A large hand reaches underneath the white, ruffled linen of his dress, groping at the flesh underneath it whilst the other presses his thighs further back, and Dan whines at the burn of the stretch, unable to breathe as the devil somehow reaches further inside him—the position leaves him lightheaded. Tossing his head back against the silk pillows underneath him, Dan can only focus on how full he feels, fingernails scratching down firm, muscular biceps.
“I leave you here, unchained, expecting for you to stay in the confines of our chamber, safe from everyone who wants to hurt you,” Jaekyung hisses with mirth. “And yet, none of it is enough for you. You still long to escape and run back to the very place that would cast you out. How greedy.”
Dan shakes his head, eyes shut closed with a fresh array of tears, lips wobbling through a tiny sob. He wants to push against the demon like he used to when he was first brought here, kick and cry and reject his advances, but Dan can only hold him closer, both his heart and cunt fluttering under his burning touch. “N-No, I am—ah!—grateful, I swear!” He speaks through a plethora of wanton moans, attempting to assuage the man’s frustrations.
Hands tighten around his thighs with a fiery hold, practically branding him with instantaneous bruises, black claws elongating to sharpened points and breaking the tension on milky flesh. Red, hot blood trickles down veiny wrists, urging the demon to lean down and lap at it, but Jaekyung remains steadfast in his ministrations. “I find it difficult to believe. If you are so content, why do you wander about and speak with those lowly, pitiful souls if not to intentionally enrage me?”
Dan blinks wearily, his vision clouded by weary exhaustion and intoxicating bliss. His face was streaked with tears that pooled in puddles upon the pillow beneath his cheek, and the sheets beneath his hips were stained with the remnants of their union. The sounds of the demon—each wet, rhythmic thrust—as he pulled out to the tip of a bulbous head before sliding back in, over and over, leave him boiling with embarrassment, but the shame does not hinder his welcoming acceptance of it, cunt squelching loudly with every painful thrust, walls fluttering around the massive girth, molding around bulging veins.
His body has become the perfect sleeve for it.
Black eyes gaze at him, the demon leaning down to brush the tips of their noses together in an act far too soft compared to the brutality of their intercourse. Dan hiccups, unable to turn away as fingers wrap coyly around his throat. A deep, guttural growl erupts from Jaekyung, “Don’t try to pull back from me.”
He halts his restlessness, staring widely into eyes as dark as the abyss itself—depths that reflect no light, no hope, only an endless void, a place where even the bravest might lose themselves in terror. And yet, over the months, Dan has come to find some strange solace within that gaze, however unsettling it may be. He had hated that lifeless stare for so long, praying that one day it might find him undesirable, but there are times when it softens into something almost affectionate. Though, perhaps he has gone mad from being trapped so long in this place
How could this demon cradle him with such affection when he ravages him with such relentless fervor? The days bleed into one another, ceaselessly and rhythmically, from the moment he awakens, only to find the demon's heat beside him, or from the instant Jaekyung returns from abandoned duties, silver doors swinging wide with thunderous impatience. Dan is seized, pressed back against the sheets by a fury that cares little for the fragile wings crumpled beneath them, bent and trembling in an awkward repose.
It is part of his routine now, and Dan is ashamed that he has grown accustomed to it. He knows he must grit his teeth and endure it until Jaekyung grows tired of him, so he stopped fighting ages ago, if only to quicken the process.
His body, however, has certainly…
Fingers squeeze the sides of his neck lightly as hips stutter against his own, grinding up into his womb with little inhibition. The sensation elicits a loud whine from the angel, mouth falling open. “No better than a filthy whore. Are you certain you are not a succubus in disguise? Your cunt is soaking wet. Sucking on my cock of its volition. The room is filled with your stench—it’s vile.”
To emphasize, Jaekyung pulls back, and Dan does not have to see it to know that his walls cling to the man’s cock, fluttering around it and begging it to stay inside. Strands of his arousal, thick and gooey, connect them as they smear on the demon’s skin. Dan flusters, hiding behind his hands.
He doesn’t want to know how much he enjoys this.
He doesn’t want to know how much he has come to love being defiled like this—held down by his arms and taken with such force.
Dan used to have shame. He had been so loyally tied to the foundation and laws of heaven, of God’s word. Ever since he came into existence, he had always sought to maintain his morals and ethics, his purity and obedience. He wonders how deeply he has fallen to give such a horribly lewd and mortifying reaction to this monstrosity. He prays that his home will forgive him for allowing himself to become so depraved, so perverted, and so obedient to this man.
“Don’t hide from me, cherub. You know better than to deny me what I desire, hm? We have danced this dance before. I do not take kindly to childish petulance.” Jaekyung's voice softens then, a surprising warmth lacing the words. He gently tugs at the angel's thin wrists, grinning wolfishly at the flushed cheeks and fresh tears that greet him.
The hard, heavy cock squeezed into a tight entrance twitches immediately, expanding in size and stretching apart fleshy walls until the angel is sobbing. Dan whimpers, legs falling open without control. He bites his own quivering lip, pulling it into his mouth as a means of consolation.
“You take to it like a moth to a flame,” Jaekyung exhales heavily, his eyebrows furrowing with a sudden, intense concentration. Those dark eyes stare intently at him, boring down with an inescapable weight. His narrow hips hold still for a moment, granting the angel a moment of respite.
Dan sniffles pathetically, attempting to wipe at the tears trailing down his red cheeks. He sobs, chest heaving at the overwhelming and conflicting emotions that tug at his heart. Unable to concentrate, Dan hardly notices the large hand, once clinging to his neck, brushing away damp hair from his face. “I-I am sorry…” He sobs, his body aflame. His wings quiver with a betraying euphoria. “It feels—mmh—different for some reason. I can’t, ah, stop—“
Stop crying. Stop moaning. Stop spreading his legs.
Dan cannot control any of it.
His lashes clump together as he attempts to peer up at the demon above him, but his vision is so blurred that he cannot properly see him. It disappoints him. A part of him wants to see Jaekyung. His pale complexion and handsome features—that sinister, hypnotizing grin that never fails to make Dan’s heart stutter. The angel cannot deny that even he is not above a demon’s seduction.
He has fallen prey to Jaekyung.
Perhaps it is his waning sanity over timeless days or the excruciating pleasure of Jaekyung inside him, but Dan grants himself a bit of selfishness and reaches to cradle the man’s face.
Jaekyung has said it many times already—and perhaps he is right—that heaven will punish him without remorse should he return. Dan has already allowed Jaekyung to defile him. He will be punished for this, regardless. Would it be so wrong of him to indulge any further knowing this?
Until he returns to face his torturous punishment, he can give himself this.
He tugs Jaekyung down into a shy, little kiss—their lips barely touching in the warmth of each other’s breath. It’s a small thing, so bashful and hesitant. Even if he cannot find the strength to press any harder or muster the voice to beg for more, Dan is happy with this. He instinctively clenches down at the same time that he offers another meager kiss, accepting his own longing for a loving affection, though he may never receive it.
It does not bode well for him to want such grand gestures from a demon who could not care less for him—who silently leaves in the middle of the night and returns with little to say, reeking of coppery, metallic iron that makes the angel nauseous. There is a silent rage underneath his flesh, and Dan can feel it even now, but it simmers low, satiated only by sex. True to his own words, Dan is grateful for the mercies that Jaekyung has given him.
Those sharp claws had held him when any other hellspawn would have broken him apart piece by piece, mutilating him for their own enjoyment. Dan had feared the worst when he first met this world-devouring being. Yet, here he lies, asleep in the demon’s bed each night, wrapped in an unexpected peace, untouched by the horrors he once feared.
He had been force-fed after a week of starvation. Black talons pried his lips open ruthlessly and shoved piles of raw, bloody meat past his teeth down into his esophagus. Dan wailed the entire time, fighting against the demon with weak, powerless shoves, but Jaekyung held him tight without struggle. He hated himself for thinking he would have gotten away with it.
He had been dressed in clean, newly woven nightgowns that clung to his waist and sternum perfectly. The inherent sensuality of it left him cocooned in their bed, large wings covering the sheer material that barely hid the pink skin of his legs. He sank into himself, shoulders hunching together to cover his exposed clavicle. He had never felt so vulnerable. Yet the pleased, fiery stare he received from dark eyes left him lowering his wings for approval, welcoming the demon’s possessive touches.
Those same talons had plucked feathers from his arms when Dan behaved poorly—speaking to those he shouldn’t, lingering in the hallways and library when Jaekyung was away, wistfully staring at the starry night sky with an expression that the demon was not fond of. Each of those mistakes rewarded Dan with a sharp, painful sting of a lost feather and a verbal onslaught that sent the angel running back to their room on his own accord.
But that was all Jaekyung would ever do.
Dan did not truly understand the extent of the demon’s power. He was not sure if it was capable of comprehension. He had never come across such a controlling and oppressive existence before. The air itself contorted around the demon’s presence. Those eyes—horrifyingly black—pulsated with the sickly hue of a dying star during bursts of unbridled fury. Jaekyung was a monster unlike any other. He was unlike anything that Dan knew of.
All Jaekyung asked of him was to never leave. To never do what would otherwise imply a yearning for somewhere else other than here—in his bed, in his arms.
Such a simple request.
Lying underneath the demon now, Dan cannot fathom why he had struggled to listen before, why he tried to resist this man with all of his might, not when he felt so, so deliciously good inside of him.
With a tight throat, Dan struggles to speak. “I am so grateful, truly… I promise to listen. Won’t—aah—speak to anyone else. You,” he pants heavily, grasping at a taut bicep, his fingernails scratching deeply into firm muscles. His body reacts viscerally to a sudden smack, eyes rolling back while a murky slick gushes from his entrance, coating the demon in his essence. “You have done so much for me. I would be foolish not to see it—not to be thankful, but there is nothing I can give you in return—nothing of value—I, ah, am sorry,” Dan murmurs quietly, soft-spoken and gentle. He lies there, a vision of true mercy. Even in the shadowy veil of a candle-lit haze, the angel is benevolent and divine, a maternal presence that holds Jaekyung in trembling arms. There is a sanctity both in the feather-light hold of his palms and the searing heat of his cunt.
It is enough to drive a god mad.
Dan chokes out a broken moan at a hard and cruel thrust, aching from the assault. But the heightened nerves of his puffy, swollen entrance buzz mutedly with overstimulation. He cannot do anything else except take it. Surrendering, he shuts his eyes with mind-numbing indulgence, releasing uncontrolled whimpers and breathy gasps—all of which are consumed by the demon. His nails carve into perfect, unscarred flesh. “Mmh! Jaekyung, please—“
“God must have been a fool to create a thing like you and not keep you for Himself,” Jaekyung snarls, pistoning into the angel as he holds him down by his marred thighs. Dan keens high. “He should have kept a better watch on you. Pure stupidity to grant such a beautiful thing unrestrained freedom.” he slowly drags his cock out, slamming back in with furious intent. "It was only a matter of time before someone—something—took you for their own. Broke you in. Fucked you. Wedded you. Bred you.”
The angel cannot retort. Large doe eyes blink at Jaekyung with worship.
“You are mine,” Jaekyung mutters, unrelenting. “Mine. I am the one who took you first and molded you to my liking—can’t you feel it? The way your cunt perfectly fits around my cock. You used to bleed and bawl like a babe, remember? Struggled so hard to let me in.” A low chuckle. “But look at you now,” a rough hand wipes away sweaty bangs, and Dan immediately nuzzles against it. “Such a desperate little thing for me.”
“Mmh…”
“I am the one who broke you in, the one who fucked your untouched, unstretched, maiden pussy. Made you weep endlessly because you felt me in your stomach for days afterward. Nothing else has given me such pride—to be the one fucking open your womb until you are bedridden.”
Dan clenches down in reaction, unable to control his body.
“I have broken you in, yes, but I have yet to properly wed you,” the demon hums pensively, though his hips do not hesitate to chase after his pleasure, ramming into that delectable velvet-soft heat with a newfound appetite. “To no fault of my own—you refuse each time. Perhaps I have not made it obvious enough, but I shall remind you as many times as I need to. You are mine.”
“Mmh!” The angel’s thighs shake violently, twitching as Dan finally reaches the precipice of his pleasure, feathers bristling against the black sheets with a strained whine, hips jerking to meet Jaekyung halfway, viscous liquid pooling over the bulge where a thick cock squeezes itself into a swollen hole. It spills past their connection, dripping onto clean sheets. “Jae—!“ He stammers uselessly, nails dragging down a muscular back. “Jaekyung—aah!”
“My patience runs thin, cherub. I will wed you whether you want it or not. You should know that your rejection means nothing to me—it never stopped me before, has it?” He holds a delicate face steady, tongue flickering out to lap at the surge of new tears. These taste sickeningly sweet, a stark difference from their first engagement. Jaekyung grins at the broken mewls from the oversensitivity. “I won’t wait for you to be ready.”
With fervor, Jaekyung throws the angel’s thighs back until he’s folded in half, pressing into him with his weight until the head of his shaft is surely kissing the entrance of the angel's womb, ripping apart his cervix in the process—his stomach tightens and coils, heart pounding as he rams into the limp angel, mind unraveling into a drooling mess because Dan’s cunt is sinful—tender and juicy and so searingly hot that it drives him over the edge, spilling his seed deep inside the angel. His frail, bruised body has no other choice but to keep it.
“Haa—Jaekyung, it—!“ Dan hiccups, convulsing as the demon continues to pump his shaft inside, folds raw and slick with their fluids. “It hurts…”
“What hurts?” The demon inquires coolly, but his voice is tense. He’s rocking back and forth now, seemingly attempting to shove the excess cum back into his hole.
“My—my tummy,” he slurs, fingers grasping onto damp skin desperately. Dan vibrates when a large palm rests against his stomach, pressing on it gently. He covers Jaekyung’s hand with his own, keeping it in place. “Tummy hurts…”
Their lips graze together.
The angel chases after the demon, seeking comfort.
“It is because you took me so well, cherub.” Jaekyung nuzzles against his temple, blackness seeping into his white sclera like bleeding ink, a sign of contentment. Dan preens at the praise, wings fluttering beside him with muted excitement. “You lay there, sweet and yielding, letting me take you as I please, as fiercely as I desire. The fire in you, that urge to resist, fades with each passing day. It delights me to see it. What else aches, cherub? Tell me.”
Dan should not listen to the man’s tempting words. He knows they are manipulative, meant to keep him here for however long the demon decides, but the praise fills him with an unexplainable joy unlike anything else. He is certain that he hasn’t felt this blissful in eons—Jaekyung’s voice and touch and smell left him craving more. “My… My—it hurts where you rest within me.”
A chuckle erupts from a broad chest. “Oh, such a bashful thing, aren’t you? It is your cunt that hurts, hm? I do not believe you. Not when you tremble the way you do, clinging to my cock like a vice.” Jaekyung gives a small, experimental thrust, eliciting a choked, pitiful whimper.
Dan's thighs squeeze the demon’s waist, quivering. “Must you… stay inside? It aches horribly.”
“Do not think about persuading me otherwise,” Jaekyung states coldly, glaring at the tearful angel with a raised, incredulous eyebrow. “How shall I ever wed you if you cannot keep me inside you? Perhaps I should find a more fitting bride. One who will stay silent and let me do as I please.” He breaks contact then, neck craning to peer past the angel. Jaekyung can not go any further until delicate hands reach for him, pulling him back in desperation. The panicked expression that greets him boils his blood with a deep, carnal need.
“No! I will be good—I promise,” Dan frets, scrambling to keep the demon in place, almost afraid that Jaekyung will truly leave then and there. His cheeks blossom a sinful red as he realizes the haste in his movements and the weight of his words. The angel freezes.
“Then you will be my bride.” Jaekyung does not ask. He declares it as though it were already written into history. As if their bond has already been permanently etched into the fabric of their souls. He states it without room for question or opposition. What the demon desires, he must only voice it into existence to receive it. This matter seems to be no different.
Dan squeaks as hands snake below the sheer material of his nightgown to grope pervertedly at his flesh.
“If you are expected to fulfill that role, then as my future bride, you will do a better job at keeping yourself where you belong and not wander about as you please. You will not bring attention to yourself by conversing with my servants—they exist solely to serve, to ensure you make no attempt to flee. Their focus must remain undisturbed. Do you understand? They do not require the presence of a coy little vixen such as yourself tempting them. I would sooner spill their blood than allow their gaze to wander toward you."
Swallowing down the mixture of fear and arousal, Dan nods meagerly.
“I know you would hate to make anyone suffer.”
Another nod.
“Then keep those tempting lips of yours closed and only acknowledge me. Is that understood?”
“Yes.”
The smile Jaekyung gives him is unrecognizable, the purest thing Dan has seen in these dark confines. It makes him believe that there must be some good in evil. After all, that was the very foundation upon which heaven presided.
And vice-versa.
There was evil in good.
Dan did not know if Jaekyung was corrupting him, either in his manipulative words or sinful acts of lust, but there had been doubts creeping in the background of his mind—of God, of heaven. The guilt ate at him each time his faith swayed, but Dan was not so sure that he wanted to return to a place that would punish him without hesitation, without listening, without understanding.
The seraphs would come down on him with a wrath unlike anything he had witnessed here.
Cradled within the strength of broad, powerful arms, kept warm and satiated, Dan feels a flicker of something he’s longed for—a sense of safety. Here, in this bed, he dares to believe this could be where he truly belongs. This Hell, a surprising oasis, could be a haven from the wrath of his Creator, of his siblings.
When Jaekyung seizes his waist, effortlessly flipping them over, Dan’s back meets the soft embrace of the mattress. With a gentle tug at the curve of his spine, Jaekyung pulls him closer, black talons tracing soothing circles upon the dimples of his back. Each firm stroke reaffirms the beliefs that have taken root.
He rests against the man’s bare chest, pressing his face into the crook of his neck. He smells a nauseating stench of decaying flowers, but Dan inhales it like it is oxygen itself, as though he needed it lest he wither away.
Pressing a soft kiss against the man’s neck, Dan clings to him like a lifeline—eager to shower him with the budding love growing within his heart. He leans up, trailing his swollen lips along a strong jawline and sharp chin, lingering after each peck in hopes that his appreciation for Jaekyung is apparent. It is a slow, methodical admiration.
As he continues to press his lips over high cheekbones and thick eyebrows, his hips shift with every movement, eliciting a low snarl from the resting demon—black eyes stare at him pensively. Dan flushes under the heavy gaze, self-conscious, but the fuzziness in his mind does not stop him from showering Jaekyung with devotion. Nor does it stop his hips from grinding down on the large, swelling cock still shoved inside him. His wings rouse behind him, trembling as he embarrassingly takes their position into stride, slowly riding the demon with a timid fervor.
“Haa—“ He pants hotly, unable to control himself.
Talons tear into his nightgown, piercing his back. Jaekyung laps a long, wet stripe along the length of his throat, yanking at the roots of damp, brown hair. “Look at you—riding my cock like a proper wife. Seems to me like you have had quite the change of heart, and a surge of confidence. I have not seen you like this before, sitting on my lap like you belong there. Like you want my seed in you for it to take. Like you want to mother my spawn.” Jaekyung grips his hair tighter. “Do not think about teasing me like this and then stopping on your own accord. I will finish what you started.”
Dan grinds down with a hiccup, fighting against the pull of his scalp to kiss the corner of lips. He’s taken aback when Jaekyung meets him more than halfway, pressing their mouths together heatedly, tongue easily slipping him. Gripping slender hips, Jaekyung forces the angel down until the base of his shaft is nestled deep inside throbbing walls, pulling a broken moan from the both of them, breaths intermingling. “Nng—Jaekyung!” Dan mewls.
“You’d best finish what you started, cherub, unless you want me to. It will not be gentle, and it will not be on your terms.” Narrow hips thrust upward, slamming wetly into an abused, battered womb, eliciting a sob from the angel. “But since you have begun to accept me and my offer, I shall grant you this one thing.” Jaekyung mouths at a protruding collarbone. “Continue to obey, to beg for me, and I will allow you a plethora of luxuries—grant you any wish you may desire. You only have to be mine, and I will protect you.”
Dan falls limp against the demon’s body, boneless and weak, but he has just enough strength to continue pleasuring the both of them. It takes every ounce of focus he can muster. His wings rest against the black sheets, fluttering and rousing as a sign of agreement. He wants to be Jaekyung’s possession, though it frightens him to think about it. The arms encircling his fragile waist—strong and unyielding—pull him closer, binding them as one. Each guiding touch, firm yet reverent, dissolves the last traces of doubt, urging Dan deeper into the sinful rhythm of opening himself upon the demon.
His inhibition dissipates the second Jaekyung cradles him desperately close—Dan feels the demon’s heightened emotions as they near completion, and its force leaves him clinging to the man.
Divine, all-consuming love.
“I have been yours—Jaekyung, I… I want you,” Dan confesses freely and openly. The fear of heaven’s immediate reparations for saying such a thing disappears as Jaekyung embraces him, swallowing him whole. “I am sorry for—ahh, taking so long—I just…” He can’t stop the new batch of tears from forming at his lashes, and they spill over so easily when the demon holds his cheeks. Black eyes feel like home, like warmth. “I worry that they will find out—that they will know what I have confessed. If they realize, then they will take me—make it so I can never…” His throat seizes.
“They will never find out.”
Dan simpers. A thumb strokes the sensitive skin underneath teary eyes, attempting to slow the diamonds dripping down his face. “They can be so cruel.”
“I will never let them know. They can choose to kill any mortal soul on a whim or decide what pitiful human gets the poorest luck, but they will not touch you. I will never allow it.”
Talons stroke at his wings, and Dan preens, arching into the demon.
“They will never touch these precious wings of yours. No blade will ever graze your porcelain skin—none who value their lives will dare try. Should they even dream of it, their end will be slow and agonizing.” Jaekyung taps the underside of his chin comfortingly, noses brushing together intimately. “I promise this to you, my little cherub. As long as you remain by my side, no harm will ever reach you.”
Dan clings tightly, arms wrapped around the demon’s form as if anchoring himself to the promise. “I will stay with you. I will listen—I promise, Jaekyung. I want to be good for you… I—I will stay.” His voice trembles, yet the press of his lips, light and tender, speaks more than his words. "I only hope you won’t grow weary of me…"
The demon purrs, smiling. “I have had my eye on you for quite some time. If I must state the obvious, then so be it; I will never tire of you. I have waited too long to hold you as I do now.”
The angel hums softly, curiosity flickering, yet he does not press.
“You have no sense of awareness, hm? The trouble I have gone through to make you mine, and you lack any knowledge of it.” Jaekyung lightly scoffs. “Regardless, you are here now, and true to my word, I will wed you before the next solstice.” A large, rough palm slides from Dan’s back to his front, cradling his flat stomach with an unspoken desire. His touch lingers, eager and possessive. “And soon after, I will ensure that you bear my child."
Dan flushes, blinking widely at the smirking demon. His wings flutter, betraying his embarrassment, yet he does not retreat. Instead, Jaekyung’s warmth draws him closer, grounding him. The thought—the vision Jaekyung paints—is strangely comforting. “Will I… be capable of such a thing?”
“What do you believe this womb of yours was crafted for? That God of yours is no saint. He is far worse than any hellspawn of my creation—it would take you lifetimes to truly grasp the intent of his design.”
“But… I meant...”
Jaekyung exhales sharply, frustration glinting behind bared fangs. “I grant you mercy by saying no more. All you must know is this—when the time comes, I will put my child within you once I have properly made you mine. You are strong enough to carry it, to guard it. It’s nearly time I named an heir,” he murmurs, brushing soft brown hair from delicate features, gently tucking it behind a reddened ear, “and at last, I have found the perfect soul to bear one for me.”
Dan lowers his gaze, a shy smile forming as he leans into the demon’s warmth.
“Your place is here. Loneliness will touch you no longer.”
The angel nods and utters the words that the demon has long awaited to hear—
Yes, my lord.