{series} Empire of Midnight: Immortal Service
Immortal Service
→ Jonghyun/Key; NC-17
A thousand years is a long time to be alone.
I was trembling as I knelt at his feet the first time he touched me.
His pale and slim fingers grazed across my skin. His touch was cold, but it felt scorching hot on my skin.
Being raised as an attendant in the royal palace after my parents died, I saw him uncountable times - always beautiful, always unchanging.
People addressed him as the queen and not king. It was a proper title for his beauty. I always saw him at a distance, never too close because he was breathtaking.
That day, his personal attendant was ill, and there were demanding foreign dignitaries at the palace. Everyone was busy, but when he called for tea, someone had to deliver. A cook shoved a silver platter into my hand and told me to bring it to the queen.
I stared attentively at his feet while trying to hold the tray up with my shaking hands. His robe draped over body, falling down to his long legs. His pale skin was framed by the layers of black silk. My eyes never gazed upon something as beautiful as his legs. However, I was terrified to look any higher.
His long fingers lightly brushed my cheek and I immediately brought my head up to meet his eyes. He looked human up close, but his almond eyes were sharp, captivating with his jet black hair. Looking into his eyes stirred every part of my body. He seemed hungry; his eyes lit with predatory lust.
“I’m not going to eat you alive,” he said, in a voice so deep. “I take the willing.”
“Yes…” I couldn’t have moved to save my life, stuck to the ground, trapped by his stare.
I dropped the tray with little grace on a small table near his elbow. I withdrew as quickly as possible, still shaking.
That night, I dreamed of him. I dreamed that I was willing to sacrifice myself at the blood ceremony where he took blood and life from one man. I dreamed of his fingertips on my cheek, dreamed of giving my life to him. I woke up, my bed sheets wet with dark pleasure.
After that day, I volunteered my services every time duties were required near him.
When I turned 20, his personal attendant passed away. When he chose me as a replacement, I was a mixture of emotions - scared and excited. I planned and trained for this very day. I dreamed of him almost every night as well.
The first year, I began to learn his moods, subtle expressions. I knew his every thought just by his shifts in expressions and posture. When he leaned back in his chair, he wanted a massage. The only time I can run my hands down his back, tracing every muscle through his silk robe. He would let out every moan that surfaced and throw his head back. He wouldn’t sleep at night and sat by the kitchen where the forbidden treasury was.
I was chosen to prepare him for the ceremony. I watched him as he move reluctantly. He spoke fewer words than usual, and he would only stare at me for a long period of time.
I knew that he would choose the volunteer judging by looks. The men he chose did not just die. He took them to his bed and fucked them hard, and also gave them great pleasure in return before taking their blood and life. He didn’t look like he anticipated this night of pleasure.
“I’m sorry.” I was ashamed of my helplessness as I faced his needs.
“You don’t need to be sorry.”
“But Ki-, my queen,” I choked, “You only take the willing. There are so many to choose from.”
His dark gaze turned towards me. “That’s not the problem.”
I saw him weep two days before the ceremony, and it was deep into the night. He was sitting in his dark chamber, body slumped in his chair. As I knelt at his feet to remove satin slippers, a drop of moisture fell on my cheek. I looked up and his eyes reflected back at me the dim light from the window.
“Kibum?” I completely forgot that he was my master. I just wanted to hold him in my arms.
He closed his eyes and became a dark shape in the room. He leaned back, signaling me to massage his back. My hands worked, but stronger than any time before. My emotions channeled through my hands. I wanted to tell him that I’m there for him, even though I’m just a servant.
“A thousand years is a long time to be alone,” he whispered and his velvet voice broke with pain.
My hands traveled from his shoulders down to his arms, then locking, embracing him in a hug. “You’re not alone.”
I didn’t know what boldness I had in me to utter such words, but he turned his head to me. His delicate hand lifted my chin and pulled me towards him. He kissed with oceans of emotion, his tongue dancing with mine. He kissed as if it was his last breath.
His fangs protracted and it cut my lower lip. I pulled away on instinct, eyes locked with his. He stared at me with hunger that was not human.
He blinked and I broke free. I quickly let go and bowed, retreating out the door. I saw him lick traces of my blood from his lips from the corner of my eye. He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip.
The day of the ceremony came and I helped him to dress in his finest. I was the one reluctant to move. My desires were boiling as he stands before my eyes.
“I know I have no right, but I want you to choose me today.”
“You?” His voice sounded surprised by my request. “Jonghyun, I can’t let you die.” My name has never escaped his royal lips and hearing it intensified my longing.
“But I want to die for you.”
He sat down, suddenly plagued with fatigued. “Go outside and wait.”
I stood for what seemed like forever. The crowd started to become restless as he delayed his appearance. But he appeared, walking head high and serene.
He chanted the names of all the men who sacrificed their lives and I listened, knowing that my name will be on that list.
At the end, he walked to me just as I had dreamed so many times. He pointed to me, but didn’t ask the usual ceremonial questions. He turned and walked back into his chamber and I followed close behind him. As he closed the door, I realized that tomorrow morning, my body would be carried out and buried. Tomorrow night, someone else will be undressing him and caressing his body.
Tomorrow, I’d be gone, but now, tonight. Tonight. I looked at him as he turned around and approached me. Tonight, he’d touch me, touch every inch of my body. Tonight was the rest of my life and it was all that mattered.
He cupped my face and brushed my cheeks. He stepped closer in, but I stood still. He grabbed my hand and licked my wrist, flicking his tongue on the thin skin that covered my veins.
My free hand went round his waist, pulling him closer to me. I wanted to devour him rather than the other way round. Fire filled me.
I broke free from his grasp to throw down his coat, then to remove his shirt. The pale skin I saw every night seemed even more delicious up close. I backed him up against the wall and he shuddered. His hand turned to a fist in my hair, pulling me against him.
I attacked his neck, sucking his skin that was sweet and soft. My hands trail down his chest, across his ribs and stomach to his hips. I worked to unbuckle his pants which slid off his body. I kissed and licked every part of his chest down to his hips and between.
“Jonghyun,” he moaned as he spread his legs apart. I clamped my mouth on his cock and slid my tongue up and down. It wasn’t a tentative teasing touch, but a strong caress. His hands gripped my hair and pulled me in hard. He groaned his pleasure as I worked my tongue. His cries were loud enough to be heard outside the chamber.
When I realized he was near his crucial moment, I stopped and trailed my way upwards. He moaned as he grinded against my erection. His eyes, half-closed, looked at me as if I were the only thing of importance in the universe. His lips parted to let panting breaths through and his fangs were bare and sharp.
My desire was agonizing. I wanted to monopolize him.
He took hold of my shirt and lifted me towards him. He covered my mouth with his and kissed me deep and hard.
My mouth filled with his tongue, my lips bruised against his fangs. I moaned in a mix of passion and pain, pleasure, and fear. My legs trembled with weakness. But he placed his hand on my lower back for more friction as he continued to grind.
He walked to the bed, taking me with him. It was as if we danced, but I floated more than followed - his helpless toy. When I felt the edge of the bed against the back of knees, he stopped and released me for a moment. He took hold of the front of my shirt with both hands and pulled until the fabric strained and finally tore.
He ripped off my clothes, eyes telling me he was hungry and he wanted a fuck. His gaze scorched my skin with the heat of his desire. His hand tilted my head so he could taste my throat.
I prepared for death, but his lips and tongue, not fangs, traced lines along my jaw and neck down to my collarbone. His hands explored by body, starving for touch. His occasional nips and brushes from his teeth brought my skin alive to a heighted level of sensitivity.
He pushed to me edge and I flipped him down on the bed. I quickly grabbed the vanilla scented lotion from the table by the bed and whipped up the cream with one finger.
“Kibum, this is going to hurt.”
I slipped my finger around tense muscles and he threw back his head crying pleasure and pain. His hips instinctively thrust and I easily slipped in more. As I rock my fingers within him, I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I climbed on top of him, his hands gripped my backside. They pulled me into his open body in one powerful stroke. He wanted it more than I did.
I rammed into him harder, rocking my hips and grinding my body against his. He rocked back to meet my every thrust. My body slammed into his as he cried sounds of ecstasy.
The moment when I tilted my head mindlessly, we both gave in. I came inside him as his fangs dug into my skin and punctured it. Crimson blood flooded his mouth and he sucked hard, tongue licking over the wound. He drank until I was drained dry.
I was weak and empty as I fell with my back on the bed, hanging on to the edge of consciousness. I shivered and held onto him, tracing every part of his face so I can die with his image in my head. He climbs on top of me to warm my freezing body.
Warm liquid poured into my mouth and I drank it greedily. I drifted off to nowhere in his arms, saving the last sweet whispers he gave me. “Jonghyun, I love you.”
Dying wasn’t so bad. It felt like I was floating among darkness, drifting off into deep slumber.
I woke up to a dazzling bright light. I jerked my body up, scared that I was late to attend Kibum. But I stopped myself when I remembered where I was and why I was there.
“You’re awake.” He smiled.
I looked at him and could only blink, making sure that last night wasn’t a dream. “I don’t understand.”
“Jjong,” he takes my hand, “how does eternity with me sound to you?” He nuzzled my neck, planting gentle kisses down my throat.
“It sounds like perfection.”
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Um...yeah
I haven't written smut in a while, so I hope that wasn't horrid.
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→ Jonghyun/Key; NC-17
A thousand years is a long time to be alone.
I was trembling as I knelt at his feet the first time he touched me.
His pale and slim fingers grazed across my skin. His touch was cold, but it felt scorching hot on my skin.
Being raised as an attendant in the royal palace after my parents died, I saw him uncountable times - always beautiful, always unchanging.
People addressed him as the queen and not king. It was a proper title for his beauty. I always saw him at a distance, never too close because he was breathtaking.
That day, his personal attendant was ill, and there were demanding foreign dignitaries at the palace. Everyone was busy, but when he called for tea, someone had to deliver. A cook shoved a silver platter into my hand and told me to bring it to the queen.
I stared attentively at his feet while trying to hold the tray up with my shaking hands. His robe draped over body, falling down to his long legs. His pale skin was framed by the layers of black silk. My eyes never gazed upon something as beautiful as his legs. However, I was terrified to look any higher.
His long fingers lightly brushed my cheek and I immediately brought my head up to meet his eyes. He looked human up close, but his almond eyes were sharp, captivating with his jet black hair. Looking into his eyes stirred every part of my body. He seemed hungry; his eyes lit with predatory lust.
“I’m not going to eat you alive,” he said, in a voice so deep. “I take the willing.”
“Yes…” I couldn’t have moved to save my life, stuck to the ground, trapped by his stare.
I dropped the tray with little grace on a small table near his elbow. I withdrew as quickly as possible, still shaking.
That night, I dreamed of him. I dreamed that I was willing to sacrifice myself at the blood ceremony where he took blood and life from one man. I dreamed of his fingertips on my cheek, dreamed of giving my life to him. I woke up, my bed sheets wet with dark pleasure.
After that day, I volunteered my services every time duties were required near him.
When I turned 20, his personal attendant passed away. When he chose me as a replacement, I was a mixture of emotions - scared and excited. I planned and trained for this very day. I dreamed of him almost every night as well.
The first year, I began to learn his moods, subtle expressions. I knew his every thought just by his shifts in expressions and posture. When he leaned back in his chair, he wanted a massage. The only time I can run my hands down his back, tracing every muscle through his silk robe. He would let out every moan that surfaced and throw his head back. He wouldn’t sleep at night and sat by the kitchen where the forbidden treasury was.
I was chosen to prepare him for the ceremony. I watched him as he move reluctantly. He spoke fewer words than usual, and he would only stare at me for a long period of time.
I knew that he would choose the volunteer judging by looks. The men he chose did not just die. He took them to his bed and fucked them hard, and also gave them great pleasure in return before taking their blood and life. He didn’t look like he anticipated this night of pleasure.
“I’m sorry.” I was ashamed of my helplessness as I faced his needs.
“You don’t need to be sorry.”
“But Ki-, my queen,” I choked, “You only take the willing. There are so many to choose from.”
His dark gaze turned towards me. “That’s not the problem.”
I saw him weep two days before the ceremony, and it was deep into the night. He was sitting in his dark chamber, body slumped in his chair. As I knelt at his feet to remove satin slippers, a drop of moisture fell on my cheek. I looked up and his eyes reflected back at me the dim light from the window.
“Kibum?” I completely forgot that he was my master. I just wanted to hold him in my arms.
He closed his eyes and became a dark shape in the room. He leaned back, signaling me to massage his back. My hands worked, but stronger than any time before. My emotions channeled through my hands. I wanted to tell him that I’m there for him, even though I’m just a servant.
“A thousand years is a long time to be alone,” he whispered and his velvet voice broke with pain.
My hands traveled from his shoulders down to his arms, then locking, embracing him in a hug. “You’re not alone.”
I didn’t know what boldness I had in me to utter such words, but he turned his head to me. His delicate hand lifted my chin and pulled me towards him. He kissed with oceans of emotion, his tongue dancing with mine. He kissed as if it was his last breath.
His fangs protracted and it cut my lower lip. I pulled away on instinct, eyes locked with his. He stared at me with hunger that was not human.
He blinked and I broke free. I quickly let go and bowed, retreating out the door. I saw him lick traces of my blood from his lips from the corner of my eye. He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip.
The day of the ceremony came and I helped him to dress in his finest. I was the one reluctant to move. My desires were boiling as he stands before my eyes.
“I know I have no right, but I want you to choose me today.”
“You?” His voice sounded surprised by my request. “Jonghyun, I can’t let you die.” My name has never escaped his royal lips and hearing it intensified my longing.
“But I want to die for you.”
He sat down, suddenly plagued with fatigued. “Go outside and wait.”
I stood for what seemed like forever. The crowd started to become restless as he delayed his appearance. But he appeared, walking head high and serene.
He chanted the names of all the men who sacrificed their lives and I listened, knowing that my name will be on that list.
At the end, he walked to me just as I had dreamed so many times. He pointed to me, but didn’t ask the usual ceremonial questions. He turned and walked back into his chamber and I followed close behind him. As he closed the door, I realized that tomorrow morning, my body would be carried out and buried. Tomorrow night, someone else will be undressing him and caressing his body.
Tomorrow, I’d be gone, but now, tonight. Tonight. I looked at him as he turned around and approached me. Tonight, he’d touch me, touch every inch of my body. Tonight was the rest of my life and it was all that mattered.
He cupped my face and brushed my cheeks. He stepped closer in, but I stood still. He grabbed my hand and licked my wrist, flicking his tongue on the thin skin that covered my veins.
My free hand went round his waist, pulling him closer to me. I wanted to devour him rather than the other way round. Fire filled me.
I broke free from his grasp to throw down his coat, then to remove his shirt. The pale skin I saw every night seemed even more delicious up close. I backed him up against the wall and he shuddered. His hand turned to a fist in my hair, pulling me against him.
I attacked his neck, sucking his skin that was sweet and soft. My hands trail down his chest, across his ribs and stomach to his hips. I worked to unbuckle his pants which slid off his body. I kissed and licked every part of his chest down to his hips and between.
“Jonghyun,” he moaned as he spread his legs apart. I clamped my mouth on his cock and slid my tongue up and down. It wasn’t a tentative teasing touch, but a strong caress. His hands gripped my hair and pulled me in hard. He groaned his pleasure as I worked my tongue. His cries were loud enough to be heard outside the chamber.
When I realized he was near his crucial moment, I stopped and trailed my way upwards. He moaned as he grinded against my erection. His eyes, half-closed, looked at me as if I were the only thing of importance in the universe. His lips parted to let panting breaths through and his fangs were bare and sharp.
My desire was agonizing. I wanted to monopolize him.
He took hold of my shirt and lifted me towards him. He covered my mouth with his and kissed me deep and hard.
My mouth filled with his tongue, my lips bruised against his fangs. I moaned in a mix of passion and pain, pleasure, and fear. My legs trembled with weakness. But he placed his hand on my lower back for more friction as he continued to grind.
He walked to the bed, taking me with him. It was as if we danced, but I floated more than followed - his helpless toy. When I felt the edge of the bed against the back of knees, he stopped and released me for a moment. He took hold of the front of my shirt with both hands and pulled until the fabric strained and finally tore.
He ripped off my clothes, eyes telling me he was hungry and he wanted a fuck. His gaze scorched my skin with the heat of his desire. His hand tilted my head so he could taste my throat.
I prepared for death, but his lips and tongue, not fangs, traced lines along my jaw and neck down to my collarbone. His hands explored by body, starving for touch. His occasional nips and brushes from his teeth brought my skin alive to a heighted level of sensitivity.
He pushed to me edge and I flipped him down on the bed. I quickly grabbed the vanilla scented lotion from the table by the bed and whipped up the cream with one finger.
“Kibum, this is going to hurt.”
I slipped my finger around tense muscles and he threw back his head crying pleasure and pain. His hips instinctively thrust and I easily slipped in more. As I rock my fingers within him, I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I climbed on top of him, his hands gripped my backside. They pulled me into his open body in one powerful stroke. He wanted it more than I did.
I rammed into him harder, rocking my hips and grinding my body against his. He rocked back to meet my every thrust. My body slammed into his as he cried sounds of ecstasy.
The moment when I tilted my head mindlessly, we both gave in. I came inside him as his fangs dug into my skin and punctured it. Crimson blood flooded his mouth and he sucked hard, tongue licking over the wound. He drank until I was drained dry.
I was weak and empty as I fell with my back on the bed, hanging on to the edge of consciousness. I shivered and held onto him, tracing every part of his face so I can die with his image in my head. He climbs on top of me to warm my freezing body.
Warm liquid poured into my mouth and I drank it greedily. I drifted off to nowhere in his arms, saving the last sweet whispers he gave me. “Jonghyun, I love you.”
Dying wasn’t so bad. It felt like I was floating among darkness, drifting off into deep slumber.
I woke up to a dazzling bright light. I jerked my body up, scared that I was late to attend Kibum. But I stopped myself when I remembered where I was and why I was there.
“You’re awake.” He smiled.
I looked at him and could only blink, making sure that last night wasn’t a dream. “I don’t understand.”
“Jjong,” he takes my hand, “how does eternity with me sound to you?” He nuzzled my neck, planting gentle kisses down my throat.
“It sounds like perfection.”
____________
Um...yeah
I haven't written smut in a while, so I hope that wasn't horrid.
feedback post