P.R.O.U.D. : From the depths of Hell
Title: P.R.O.U.D.: From the depths of Hell
Author: onthethruway01
Pairing: Yoochun x Lilith, Yoosu
Rating: NC-17 overall
Genre: smut, angst, fantasy, AU
Length: To be determined
A/N: this is fairly long.
Summary: This is a prequel to P.R.O.U.D.; how Lilith met Yoochun etc. There will be a sequel, as well. If you have not read P.R.O.U.D., I suggest you do so or you may be confused.
Warning: This is going to be gritty and dark; mostly Lilith and Yoochun; Junsu is a secondary character to some extent. I will be using some literary license and retelling the story more or less with Lilith as the main character. I probably will only be posting it here, as I don't think there will be enough Yoochun x Junsu for the Yoosu community. I hope you will give this a chance and if you read it, please let me know what you think of it. I've wanted to write this for a long time. Thanks.
The stench that permeated her surroundings was unbearable. Muffled in her cloak she tried her best to ignore the putrid air; thick and heavy with the odor of refuse and rotting flesh. Her gorge rose in her throat; she thought that by now she would have adjusted to the smells of the lower levels, but the odor was too strong. Trying her best not to gag, she made her way past the throng of lesser demons that meandered this way and that; like zombies their eyes glassed over; their bodies bent and twisted; clawed feet shuffling in the muck and mire.
Aware of greedy eyes set upon her slender form, she quickened her pace until the narrow paths of the catacombs lead her to an open square. The nasty smells of the alleyways dissipated and were replaced by a mixture of heady spices and the fragrance of burning incense. She breathed deeply, and sighed.
The square was like a market place; demons of all kinds, shapes and sizes exchanging their wares; slaves for gold; food and drink sold from make shift stalls; strange and exotic beasts in cages admired by rich nobles from the upper levels. A whisper of a merchant into a rich patron’s ear made every one aware of the tiny female’s presence. The crowd grew silent as she walked past them; hidden beneath her cloak of fine silk she smiled; nodding to them all as they bowed deeply. It was the way they always greeted her, for her name was Lilith, and she was the only child of their lord and master, Satan.
The demon Lilith strode past the gawkers as the square emptied out onto a long cobblestone street. The street ended abruptly; the worn path leading up to the entrance of a cave carved out of solid rock. Two guards stood vigilant; they bade her welcome as she made her way inside; her eyes adjusting to the darkness. Guided by lit sconces which illuminated the cavern, she ignored the thousands of skulls which lined the passage; a reminder to all that this was a place of gruesome brutality and death.
As she descended into the depths; the eerie silence of the tunnel was broken as voices began to echo off the walls. The further down she travelled, the louder the shouts became until the pathway opened up to a crowded stadium-like structure. Demons in various forms sat upon bleachers cut from stone. The seats were tiered and overlooked an arena; the floor covered in sand and blood. It was called “the pit,” and it was here that the gladiators came to fight and die.
“She’s here,” a stout and burly demon spoke softly to his companion, a young and slender male, his face hidden beneath a muzzle.
“Just in time,” the masked fighter answered.
The older demon tied his young friend’s long hair in a ponytail and then secured a metal gorget around the fighter’s neck. Spiked gauntlets came next; his weapon of choice. The wiry gladiator did not care for spears or swords; his fists and his quickness were his best defense.
“You’ve been spotted,” the older demon smiled while rubbing oil all over his companion’s body. .
Lilith strode by, her head turning slightly to meet the fighter’s gaze. Mesmerized by his form, she almost tripped. The young male suppressed a laugh; his eyes never leaving hers; dark and intoxicating, they sent a shiver up her spine.
The gladiator licked his lips beneath his leather muzzle.
“She wants me,” he whispered beneath his mask.
His friend chortled.
The slender male’s breath hitched in his throat as he caught a glimpse of the beauty beneath the silken robes. His pulse raced, a fact easily noticed by his friend and trainer.
“Calm yourself. Your heart is racing. It will beat fast enough during the fight. I don’t want to carry your sorry carcass out of the arena before the first blow. I will be the laughing stock of this place should your heart cease to pump because of love sickness.”
The fighter raised an eyebrow.
“Who said anything about love?”
The two friends burst out laughing, but their merriment was short lived as the gladiator’s opponent entered the ring. He smiled wickedly at the slender fighter; large and imposing, he was more than a match for his masked foe.
The two demons faced each other and the crowd grew silent. Satan’s daughter walked away from the ring, for she could not watch. Even though she was the Devil’s daughter, she had no stomach for blood sport.
“Will you not stay, Milady?” a gangled creature entreated her.
She shook her head and made her way past the onlookers whose shouts escalated as the fight commenced. Her body shuddered as the blood thirsty crowd cheered the two combatants who struggled to kill each other. She walked until the noise was barely audible. There, in a far corner away from prying eyes, the daughter of Satan leaned against a wall and slid to the ground. Muffled beneath her silken cloak, she wept; praying to some faceless deity to save the one she loved.
Moments turned to minutes and then all was silent. Drying her eyes, she struggled to her feet and returned to the center of the arena. She was stopped by the same gnarled demon who tugged at the hem of her garment.
“You missed a good fight, young miss,” the creature cackled. “That young wiry fellow fought like a thing possessed.”
Lilith’s lower lip trembled.
“Did he die?” she asked, her heart pounding in her throat.
The twisted creature cackled, and with a bony finger pointed in the opposite direction.
“See for yourself.”
Satan’s daughter turned toward the pit. Clutching her cloak, she managed to keep herself from falling. Limping in front of her was the slender young fighter, his body covered in cuts and gashes; blood running in rivulets down his lanky frame.
He staggered over to the open doorway of his simple lodging, his almond eyes constantly fixated upon hers. He continued to stare as his friend and mentor removed his armor and clothing, tossing each piece inside the dwelling until he stood naked before her. She blushed at the site of his bare body, her cheeks flushed with heat. Despite her famous father, the demon Lilith was a novice; young and innocent, she had yet to taste the pleasures of the flesh.
Water was poured over the fighter’s head and despite his pain he remained steadfast, even though the liquid stung his torn flesh. The crowd which had gathered to congratulate him soon parted, leaving the elegant lady and the victorious fighter alone. The gladiator nodded to his friend who bowed deeply to the princess of the realm, and took his leave.
“Did you watch?’ he asked her, his voice deep and raspy.
She bit her lower lip, her eyes following a trail of water as it dribbled passed his cherry-red lips.
She shook her head.
“Are you badly hurt?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
“Speak up girl,” he yelled at her, not caring that she was the highest of all the nobles save one.
She lowered her head, but long fingers reached out and dared to lift her chin.
No one touched Satan’s daughter.
“You are impertinent dog,” she scolded him. “How dare you touch me.”
His thumb swiped along her lower lip.
“Isn’t that what you want?
Lilith tried desperately not to stare at the length of flesh which grew hard between his legs.
“I,” she stammered, but could not finish her sentence.
A strong arm grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her inside his simple dwelling. She protested, but his mouth upon her lips stifled her cries. Lilith struggled at first, but soon melted into his arms as the kiss deepened. She moaned as he brought her to the floor, hastily removing her cloak and her simple garment.
“Please,” she begged him as his hardened length pressed up against her skin.
“Please what?’ he teased her; knowing full well she was still a virgin.
He ran his fingers through her silken hair and inhaled her scent. He wrinkled his nose as he recognized the fragrance that distinguished her as a half-breed.
“You reek of angel.”
Lilith narrowed her eyes at him.
“You are a fool to mock my parentage pit fiend.”
The gladiator growled in defiance.
“You are the fool. Only a fool would love a pit fiend.”
Tears welled in the girls eyes.
“I cannot change the manner of my birth. I was a babe when the angels made my mother give me up. If it weren’t for my father..”
She turned her back to him and began to weep.
Gentle hands touched her back.
“I was abandoned too. I was left to die in the catacombs when I was barely out of swaddling clothes. This is the way of our realm. Sometimes we are struck down and oft times the Fates smile upon us. We make the best of what is given to us.”
Lilith faced him once more, his fingers stretched out to dry her tears.
“I know what you want of me. You want me to leave here and go with you. You want to bond with me. But how can I? I am not of noble birth. Your father will not accept me.”
The demon girl narrowed the gap between them. With trembling hands she caressed his heated skin, the young fighter shivering as he felt her breath upon his face. His eyes fluttered closed as she pressed her body to his; he winced in pain and she hesitated.
“You are injured. Will you at least let me tend to your wounds before they become infected?”
The fighter rolled his eyes.
“You cannot tease me like this girl. My shaft is hard and ready for you. Give up your maidenhead to me here and now or be banished from my sight forever.”
Lilith looked in to the eyes of her would be lover and felt a twinge of remorse.
“He doesn’t love me,” she told herself. “He’ll never love me. Why do I torture myself?”
She scrambled away from him and picked up her clothes, hastily trying to dress herself. But he stopped her; dragged her to the ground and forced himself upon her.
“Is this not what you wanted? Do you not desire me?”
She twisted and turned within his grasp, but despite his many injuries he prevailed
“Come my sweet,” he entreated her, “let me give you what you want.”
The penetration made her cry out, but the pain soon turned to pleasure as he rocked his body forward with slow, even strokes. He caressed her; planted soft wet kisses upon her skin. She quivered as her insides clenched upon his wide girth.
“Come for me girl,” he ordered her with gritted teeth. “Come love your impertinent dog; your pit fiend. Come for me my little half-breed bitch.”
“Yoochun,” she cried out; his name escaping her lips for the first time.
He growled at her as she called for him over and over again. He flinched as her fangs scraped across his neck.
“No biting,” he chastised her, knowing full well she would make an attempt to bond with him.
Her tongue flicked out to taste sweat and blood.
“Would it be so bad to bond with me? What are you afraid of?”
His thrusts came deep and hard, making her cry out.
“I fear nothing, least of all a half-breed bitch like you.”
His words were like poison to her ears. They stung her and filled her heart with venom.
“I will have you,” she told him as he flipped her on her hands and knees; hair pulled hard, yanking back her head. He extended a sharpened claw and sliced off a lock of her jet black hair.
“You will be mine,” she swore at the top of her lungs as he entered her from behind; his ample width plunging relentlessly within her.
Despite her anger, her body convulsed in rapture; nature took its course and she came hard, her juices running the length of him; her body no longer able to hold out. His release came soon after; violent spasm shook his slender frame; claws raking down her back and drawing blood. Pitching forward he spilled his demon seed deep within her. As he caught his breath he released her; his cum running down her thighs.
“Do you still love your pit fiend?” he asked her mockingly.
She stared him down and with a voice as smooth as silk, she answered him.
“Forever.”
She crawled across the floor and gathered up her garments. He watched her dress; licking his lips as he memorized every curve of her body before they were covered in silk.
“I will come back,” she told him.
He smirked.
“I have no doubt of that. I’ve left my mark upon you. You are my whore now.”
He lifted her dress and slapped her hard upon her ass.
She faced him and placed her palm flat upon his chest; his pulse racing beneath her fingers.
“I will win your heart.”
The wiry fighter narrowed his eyes at her.
“Go,” he told her.
Fastening her cloak she ran off into tunnel, murmuring to herself as if she were insane.
“You will be mine, Yoochun, I swear it.”
As she faded from view he remembered the piece of hair he cut in anger. He picked it up and twirled the silken locks within his fingers. He made a simple braid and then brought the strands to his nose. Inhaling deeply he shivered; her fragrance making him stiff once more. Lying down upon the floor he stroked himself, imagining the petite beauty before him; riding him; writhing in ecstasy as she impaled herself upon his ample length.
“So tight,’ he gasped as he remembered how good it felt to be inside her. He gripped the braid in one hand while the other fisted his shaft and pumped hard until he came once more, the name of his half-breed whore escaping his lips.
Author: onthethruway01
Pairing: Yoochun x Lilith, Yoosu
Rating: NC-17 overall
Genre: smut, angst, fantasy, AU
Length: To be determined
A/N: this is fairly long.
Summary: This is a prequel to P.R.O.U.D.; how Lilith met Yoochun etc. There will be a sequel, as well. If you have not read P.R.O.U.D., I suggest you do so or you may be confused.
Warning: This is going to be gritty and dark; mostly Lilith and Yoochun; Junsu is a secondary character to some extent. I will be using some literary license and retelling the story more or less with Lilith as the main character. I probably will only be posting it here, as I don't think there will be enough Yoochun x Junsu for the Yoosu community. I hope you will give this a chance and if you read it, please let me know what you think of it. I've wanted to write this for a long time. Thanks.
The stench that permeated her surroundings was unbearable. Muffled in her cloak she tried her best to ignore the putrid air; thick and heavy with the odor of refuse and rotting flesh. Her gorge rose in her throat; she thought that by now she would have adjusted to the smells of the lower levels, but the odor was too strong. Trying her best not to gag, she made her way past the throng of lesser demons that meandered this way and that; like zombies their eyes glassed over; their bodies bent and twisted; clawed feet shuffling in the muck and mire.
Aware of greedy eyes set upon her slender form, she quickened her pace until the narrow paths of the catacombs lead her to an open square. The nasty smells of the alleyways dissipated and were replaced by a mixture of heady spices and the fragrance of burning incense. She breathed deeply, and sighed.
The square was like a market place; demons of all kinds, shapes and sizes exchanging their wares; slaves for gold; food and drink sold from make shift stalls; strange and exotic beasts in cages admired by rich nobles from the upper levels. A whisper of a merchant into a rich patron’s ear made every one aware of the tiny female’s presence. The crowd grew silent as she walked past them; hidden beneath her cloak of fine silk she smiled; nodding to them all as they bowed deeply. It was the way they always greeted her, for her name was Lilith, and she was the only child of their lord and master, Satan.
The demon Lilith strode past the gawkers as the square emptied out onto a long cobblestone street. The street ended abruptly; the worn path leading up to the entrance of a cave carved out of solid rock. Two guards stood vigilant; they bade her welcome as she made her way inside; her eyes adjusting to the darkness. Guided by lit sconces which illuminated the cavern, she ignored the thousands of skulls which lined the passage; a reminder to all that this was a place of gruesome brutality and death.
As she descended into the depths; the eerie silence of the tunnel was broken as voices began to echo off the walls. The further down she travelled, the louder the shouts became until the pathway opened up to a crowded stadium-like structure. Demons in various forms sat upon bleachers cut from stone. The seats were tiered and overlooked an arena; the floor covered in sand and blood. It was called “the pit,” and it was here that the gladiators came to fight and die.
“She’s here,” a stout and burly demon spoke softly to his companion, a young and slender male, his face hidden beneath a muzzle.
“Just in time,” the masked fighter answered.
The older demon tied his young friend’s long hair in a ponytail and then secured a metal gorget around the fighter’s neck. Spiked gauntlets came next; his weapon of choice. The wiry gladiator did not care for spears or swords; his fists and his quickness were his best defense.
“You’ve been spotted,” the older demon smiled while rubbing oil all over his companion’s body. .
Lilith strode by, her head turning slightly to meet the fighter’s gaze. Mesmerized by his form, she almost tripped. The young male suppressed a laugh; his eyes never leaving hers; dark and intoxicating, they sent a shiver up her spine.
The gladiator licked his lips beneath his leather muzzle.
“She wants me,” he whispered beneath his mask.
His friend chortled.
The slender male’s breath hitched in his throat as he caught a glimpse of the beauty beneath the silken robes. His pulse raced, a fact easily noticed by his friend and trainer.
“Calm yourself. Your heart is racing. It will beat fast enough during the fight. I don’t want to carry your sorry carcass out of the arena before the first blow. I will be the laughing stock of this place should your heart cease to pump because of love sickness.”
The fighter raised an eyebrow.
“Who said anything about love?”
The two friends burst out laughing, but their merriment was short lived as the gladiator’s opponent entered the ring. He smiled wickedly at the slender fighter; large and imposing, he was more than a match for his masked foe.
The two demons faced each other and the crowd grew silent. Satan’s daughter walked away from the ring, for she could not watch. Even though she was the Devil’s daughter, she had no stomach for blood sport.
“Will you not stay, Milady?” a gangled creature entreated her.
She shook her head and made her way past the onlookers whose shouts escalated as the fight commenced. Her body shuddered as the blood thirsty crowd cheered the two combatants who struggled to kill each other. She walked until the noise was barely audible. There, in a far corner away from prying eyes, the daughter of Satan leaned against a wall and slid to the ground. Muffled beneath her silken cloak, she wept; praying to some faceless deity to save the one she loved.
Moments turned to minutes and then all was silent. Drying her eyes, she struggled to her feet and returned to the center of the arena. She was stopped by the same gnarled demon who tugged at the hem of her garment.
“You missed a good fight, young miss,” the creature cackled. “That young wiry fellow fought like a thing possessed.”
Lilith’s lower lip trembled.
“Did he die?” she asked, her heart pounding in her throat.
The twisted creature cackled, and with a bony finger pointed in the opposite direction.
“See for yourself.”
Satan’s daughter turned toward the pit. Clutching her cloak, she managed to keep herself from falling. Limping in front of her was the slender young fighter, his body covered in cuts and gashes; blood running in rivulets down his lanky frame.
He staggered over to the open doorway of his simple lodging, his almond eyes constantly fixated upon hers. He continued to stare as his friend and mentor removed his armor and clothing, tossing each piece inside the dwelling until he stood naked before her. She blushed at the site of his bare body, her cheeks flushed with heat. Despite her famous father, the demon Lilith was a novice; young and innocent, she had yet to taste the pleasures of the flesh.
Water was poured over the fighter’s head and despite his pain he remained steadfast, even though the liquid stung his torn flesh. The crowd which had gathered to congratulate him soon parted, leaving the elegant lady and the victorious fighter alone. The gladiator nodded to his friend who bowed deeply to the princess of the realm, and took his leave.
“Did you watch?’ he asked her, his voice deep and raspy.
She bit her lower lip, her eyes following a trail of water as it dribbled passed his cherry-red lips.
She shook her head.
“Are you badly hurt?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
“Speak up girl,” he yelled at her, not caring that she was the highest of all the nobles save one.
She lowered her head, but long fingers reached out and dared to lift her chin.
No one touched Satan’s daughter.
“You are impertinent dog,” she scolded him. “How dare you touch me.”
His thumb swiped along her lower lip.
“Isn’t that what you want?
Lilith tried desperately not to stare at the length of flesh which grew hard between his legs.
“I,” she stammered, but could not finish her sentence.
A strong arm grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her inside his simple dwelling. She protested, but his mouth upon her lips stifled her cries. Lilith struggled at first, but soon melted into his arms as the kiss deepened. She moaned as he brought her to the floor, hastily removing her cloak and her simple garment.
“Please,” she begged him as his hardened length pressed up against her skin.
“Please what?’ he teased her; knowing full well she was still a virgin.
He ran his fingers through her silken hair and inhaled her scent. He wrinkled his nose as he recognized the fragrance that distinguished her as a half-breed.
“You reek of angel.”
Lilith narrowed her eyes at him.
“You are a fool to mock my parentage pit fiend.”
The gladiator growled in defiance.
“You are the fool. Only a fool would love a pit fiend.”
Tears welled in the girls eyes.
“I cannot change the manner of my birth. I was a babe when the angels made my mother give me up. If it weren’t for my father..”
She turned her back to him and began to weep.
Gentle hands touched her back.
“I was abandoned too. I was left to die in the catacombs when I was barely out of swaddling clothes. This is the way of our realm. Sometimes we are struck down and oft times the Fates smile upon us. We make the best of what is given to us.”
Lilith faced him once more, his fingers stretched out to dry her tears.
“I know what you want of me. You want me to leave here and go with you. You want to bond with me. But how can I? I am not of noble birth. Your father will not accept me.”
The demon girl narrowed the gap between them. With trembling hands she caressed his heated skin, the young fighter shivering as he felt her breath upon his face. His eyes fluttered closed as she pressed her body to his; he winced in pain and she hesitated.
“You are injured. Will you at least let me tend to your wounds before they become infected?”
The fighter rolled his eyes.
“You cannot tease me like this girl. My shaft is hard and ready for you. Give up your maidenhead to me here and now or be banished from my sight forever.”
Lilith looked in to the eyes of her would be lover and felt a twinge of remorse.
“He doesn’t love me,” she told herself. “He’ll never love me. Why do I torture myself?”
She scrambled away from him and picked up her clothes, hastily trying to dress herself. But he stopped her; dragged her to the ground and forced himself upon her.
“Is this not what you wanted? Do you not desire me?”
She twisted and turned within his grasp, but despite his many injuries he prevailed
“Come my sweet,” he entreated her, “let me give you what you want.”
The penetration made her cry out, but the pain soon turned to pleasure as he rocked his body forward with slow, even strokes. He caressed her; planted soft wet kisses upon her skin. She quivered as her insides clenched upon his wide girth.
“Come for me girl,” he ordered her with gritted teeth. “Come love your impertinent dog; your pit fiend. Come for me my little half-breed bitch.”
“Yoochun,” she cried out; his name escaping her lips for the first time.
He growled at her as she called for him over and over again. He flinched as her fangs scraped across his neck.
“No biting,” he chastised her, knowing full well she would make an attempt to bond with him.
Her tongue flicked out to taste sweat and blood.
“Would it be so bad to bond with me? What are you afraid of?”
His thrusts came deep and hard, making her cry out.
“I fear nothing, least of all a half-breed bitch like you.”
His words were like poison to her ears. They stung her and filled her heart with venom.
“I will have you,” she told him as he flipped her on her hands and knees; hair pulled hard, yanking back her head. He extended a sharpened claw and sliced off a lock of her jet black hair.
“You will be mine,” she swore at the top of her lungs as he entered her from behind; his ample width plunging relentlessly within her.
Despite her anger, her body convulsed in rapture; nature took its course and she came hard, her juices running the length of him; her body no longer able to hold out. His release came soon after; violent spasm shook his slender frame; claws raking down her back and drawing blood. Pitching forward he spilled his demon seed deep within her. As he caught his breath he released her; his cum running down her thighs.
“Do you still love your pit fiend?” he asked her mockingly.
She stared him down and with a voice as smooth as silk, she answered him.
“Forever.”
She crawled across the floor and gathered up her garments. He watched her dress; licking his lips as he memorized every curve of her body before they were covered in silk.
“I will come back,” she told him.
He smirked.
“I have no doubt of that. I’ve left my mark upon you. You are my whore now.”
He lifted her dress and slapped her hard upon her ass.
She faced him and placed her palm flat upon his chest; his pulse racing beneath her fingers.
“I will win your heart.”
The wiry fighter narrowed his eyes at her.
“Go,” he told her.
Fastening her cloak she ran off into tunnel, murmuring to herself as if she were insane.
“You will be mine, Yoochun, I swear it.”
As she faded from view he remembered the piece of hair he cut in anger. He picked it up and twirled the silken locks within his fingers. He made a simple braid and then brought the strands to his nose. Inhaling deeply he shivered; her fragrance making him stiff once more. Lying down upon the floor he stroked himself, imagining the petite beauty before him; riding him; writhing in ecstasy as she impaled herself upon his ample length.
“So tight,’ he gasped as he remembered how good it felt to be inside her. He gripped the braid in one hand while the other fisted his shaft and pumped hard until he came once more, the name of his half-breed whore escaping his lips.