A/N: This chapter takes place right after Chapter 38 of I'd Eat Your Heart.
Because I couldn't leave them alone in a romantic hotel room and not have them do things lol
Tags: a little bit of vaginal discomfort, consensual mind control (see also: aphrodisiac/lust spell; pelvic muscle control), vaginal sex, a little bit of clit spanking (with a leather belt), hair pulling, heavy dom/sub vibes, a lot of teasing, simultaneous orgasm [also, there is no 'safe word,' but there is a 'magic word,' and if you say the magic word, Rang will give you cuddles ;) ]
Ga Eul was right at the point in her human lifespan when the tendrils of her youth still clung to her, and when she dressed a certain way, in her headbands and skirt-legging combinations, Rang could see her as she must have looked in high school. But as she was dressed now, with her bared shoulders and smoldering eye makeup and full-bodied curls, Rang saw her as the mature beauty she would be in a few years, her curves filled out and her face sharpened and sophisticated. The same twinkle in her eye that often signaled childish delight now looked impish in the sultry string lights of their hotel bedroom.
Well, they were having a pillow fight, and he was chasing her.
But what was she going to do now that he'd cornered her and snatched away her last defense? Now that he'd ripped her pillow open and spilled its fluffy guts all over the pillows under their feet?
Panting, Ga Eul darted her eyes to the side, as though she might try to escape.
Only she didn't. She didn't try anything. She didn't move. She let Rang creep closer and closer, her eyes shining with mirth.
At the last second, she barreled the full force of her body into him, catching him off guard. He stumbled back, and she lunged for the bed. Though he caught her by the waist, she swung a pillow around and whacked him squarely on the head.
In retaliation, he picked her up and threw her and the pillow onto the bed, quickly following with his own pillow. Though Ga Eul got in a few good hits after that, what mostly followed was him pummeling her body with pillow after pillow, then multiple pillows at once, until she collapsed in a fit of laughter and protests. She rolled off the bed and tried to run away again, but Rang was too fast for her, and in such a small room, she only ended up in the same corner, at the mercy of a fox who had worked up quite an appetite for her.
Ga Eul's curls were hopelessly tangled, so, of course, Rang had to twine them around his fingers and give them a firm tug. Of course, he had to force Ga Eul to tip her head back and look up at him as he further invaded her space.
"I won," he informed her.
Ga Eul stuck out her tongue.
Her dress had gotten pulled down during the tousle, leaving her breasts half-exposed. It would only take a twist and a light tug for them to pop out—soft and peaked and begging for attention. Unfortunately, Ga Eul adjusted her dress before that could happen. Her chest heaved as she continued breathing heavily, and her mascara was smudged all under her eyes, and her hair...her hair looked like someone had twisted it and yanked it and clawed at it and rubbed it against the carpet.
Simply put, she looked like she'd just had either an intense pillow fight with a fox highly trained in hand-to-hand combat or...very rough sex.
The overhead lights were off, and in the soft lighting, clenching her hair in his fist, Rang suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to fuck her throat until the rest of her makeup ran. Or spank her until her ass glowed red under his palm.
But this was Ga Eul, so he let go of her hair. He didn't want to hurt her, and he feared getting carried away and forgetting that her human body could only take so much. Better to stick with lower risk activities—a teasing hair tug or a few bites on her neck.
Still, he wanted to do something to her. She looked exquisite and sweet, like an azalea waiting to be plucked and savored. And now, when he looked at her looking so vulnerable, he didn't have to wonder if he'd done something horrible to her in the past. In the present, he could just enjoy her. Feast on her. Toy with her, but ultimately, be good to her.
"You said you like me having power over you," he noted, brushing stray hairs out of her face. He cupped her chin and rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip, forcing her mouth open. "Should I manipulate you now?"
"Should I manipulate you now?" Rang's tone was both threatening and hopeful; the dark edges of his voice whispered along her skin like velvet, and the pressure of his thumb on her lip made Ga Eul weak with longing.
"Yes," she readily agreed, glad that the tension that had built up at dinner would find a resolution.
The corners of Rang's mouth quirked up in amusement. Perhaps he was finding her cute again.
His hair was attractively disheveled, but he still wore his black dress shirt and pants, and his choker gleamed around his neck in the intimate lighting.
Cocking his head, he slid his hand up the inside of her thigh until he entered her skirt. He hooked his fingers inside her panties but didn't touch her.
She swallowed. Her clit pulsed.
Rang smile twisted into a smirk.
"Open your legs, and hold very still," he ordered. "Don't fucking move."
Ga Eul parted her legs obediently and waited patiently for what she knew would come next. Her panties were wrenched away from her core, then tugged from her waist. The black lace fell away from her, and when Rang held her panties up, she saw that he'd sliced through yet another pair of her underwear with his claws.
Wicked fox.
She instantly grew damp.
Rang tossed the useless scrap on the floor, then hitched her skirt up around her waist. He picked her up and pinned her against the wall so that she straddled him, the cool metal of his belt buckle pressing against her folds. His palms gripped her ass firmly as he settled her against the pillows lining the wall, and there she felt comfortable and vulnerable and needy all at once. Fisting her hands in his hair, she allowed him to pry her mouth open with his tongue and kiss her until she ran out of air. His belt buckle dug into her delicate skin at a sharp angle, but she enjoyed its pressure and coldness.
Abruptly, both of these things were taken from her as Rang tore his mouth from hers and set her back down. He unlatched his belt and slipped it off, but rather than tossing it on the floor, he took the tip of the belt in his hand and said softly, "Open your legs."
Ga Eul's legs were already open, but she opened them wider.
"Good little human," Rang remarked, dragging the soft leather over her folds up to her clit. "Do you like this?"
Ga Eul nodded, then remembered he liked it when she used words.
"Yes."
"Good." He brought the rough pad of his thumb to rest on the hood of her clit. "I wonder what else Ga Eul likes." He rubbed her, coaxing her clit out until it was swollen and exposed. He tapped the tip of his belt against her clit, and it ached. Pressing his mouth to her ear so that his hot breath whispered over it, he murmured, "Do you like it if I do this?" He tapped her clit with the leather again.
"Yes," Ga Eul whispered. It didn't hurt at all but in fact provided a pleasant tingling sensation.
"Should I do it harder?"
"Yes."
Another tap. Slightly harder.
"Harder?"
"Yes."
Another tap. It stung a little, but Ga Eul felt she could take a little more. However, Rang didn't ask again. Instead, he gently carded the rough edge of the belt through her folds and over her clit.
"Is this good?"
"Yes."
"Good." Rang made another pass through her folds. "Good little human." Another pass. "You'd take anything of mine inside you, wouldn't you?" He chuckled darkly, and Ga Eul blushed and swallowed, feeling that it was true.
Rang held his belt tip up, and Ga Eul saw her wetness glistening on it.
He tsked at her.
"You got my belt all dirty. The bad fox will have to punish you now." As he said this, his fox eye exposed itself. He tossed the belt aside and tugged her by her wrists away from the wall.
Once there was room, Rang began circling her.
"You know, I can make people go crazy with this eye," he announced, languidly pacing around her like she was a victim he was threatening. When Ga Eul smiled at his posturing, he felt a flood of affection for her. Such a willing victim, his little human.
Emboldened, he continued, "I can make people feel all sorts of things. Fear. Guilt. Grief. Hunger." He paused and leaned in towards her ear, whispering, "Do you think I should make Ga Eul feel things?"
"What kinds of things?"
"Only good things," Rang assured her, straightening up. Eagerly, he asked, "Does Ga Eul know what an aphrodisiac is?"
Ga Eul nodded.
Rang tucked her hair behind her ear, then traced the shell of it with his thumb.
"Does Ga Eul want to feel what it does?"
Ga Eul hesitated a moment, then nodded again.
Rang frowned.
"Say 'yes' or 'no.' You can say 'no' if you want."
"I don't want to say 'no,'" she answered softly. "I want to feel it."
Rang squinted.
"Fine. But remember your magic word. What is your magic word?" Rang pointed sternly at her.
"Cat."
"And what happens when you say it?" he demanded.
"You lose all your powers, and we cuddle."
"Very good," Rang answered approvingly. "Don't forget it. Do you know how many humans wish they had known that word?"
"You think that many humans wanted to cuddle with you?" she replied doubtfully.
Rang shot her a sharp look, and she laughed at her own joke.
"Why, you...Against the wall!" He pointed. "Go!"
Ga Eul complied, still snickering. She sank into the wall, which looked and felt like a bed with all the pillows covering it.
Rang stalked towards her, stopping with his toes nearly touching hers. Impatiently, Ga Eul opened her legs and wrapped her arms around his waist.
Pulling him firmly into her body, she tilted her head up and said, "Okay, my pet fox. You can make me feel things now." The squeeze of her hand on his ass made Rang jolt, ever so slightly, and Ga Eul smiled at him as though they were playing a game that she was making up rules for as they went along.
Well, they were playing a game. They were playing Rang's game, and hand-on-Rang's-ass was not part of it.
Though it did feel nice.
Rang swallowed; he cleared his throat.
He thought about removing Ga Eul's hand.
He did not.
Wasting no more time, Rang centered his concentration on Ga Eul's eyes. He wound his hand in her hair and gave it another tug to remind her who was in charge.
Ga Eul's breath hitched, but the trust in her eyes did not change. Rang eased the tiniest bit of lust towards her, and the effect was instantaneous. Ga Eul's breathing sped up, and her pupils dilated more than they already were, as wide as they could go. When he kissed her neck, she let out a plaintive whimper.
"Does Ga Eul want something?" he teased.
A kiss on her earlobe. Another whimper.
"I wonder what Ga Eul wants." He breathed in her ear, and she clenched the back of his dress shirt in her fists, tugging it free of his pants. He nipped at her neck, and she made a needy grunt.
Deciding that was enough for now, he snapped his fingers in front of her eyes, and the spell cleared, but her body remained clearly aroused. Rang tried to step back to give her air, but she clung to him, and he had to wait several minutes for her breathing to calm back down.
"Th-that was…" Ga Eul remarked, then trailed off. Her eyes remained dilated, but she seemed to have regained her senses.
"That was what?" Rang asked.
"I don't know how to describe it...But I liked it. Can we do it again?" she asked anxiously.
Rang chuckled.
"Of course," he answered. Little did she know, that had only been the first level. A normal amount of arousal, really, simply injected when he pleased. He hadn't had total control over her mind; he'd only given it a suggestion. If he wanted, though, he could make her think of absolutely nothing but sex; he could have her ripping his clothes off and pouncing on him and riding him like her life depended on it.
He did not do this, though he salivated over the idea of seeing his normally demure human so depraved, pursuing her basest desires with abandon.
Perhaps another day.
Rang sank into her subconscious once more, and Ga Eul gasped at the sudden onslaught of desire. He pressed his body tight against hers and forced her chin up so that he could stare continuously into her eyes, and it was intoxicating, the amount of trust she gave him; it was a far greater rush than simply having power over her. His thoughts weren't his thoughts anymore; they were hers. And her body rubbing against his wasn't hers; it was his. Everything she would do had already been charted by him, and every time she needed something from him, he was there before she asked because he already knew.
Ga Eul, being a teacher, probably had a word for 'a manipulation that isn't a manipulation,' but he couldn't come up with one. He only knew that he bled into her, and her veins accepted his blood as her own. It wasn't a surrender, like he'd overpowered her and she didn't have a choice; she had a choice, and she flung open her gates and said, 'Come in. Come in. I'd like it if you hung your banners here.'
Okay, my pet fox. You can make me feel things now.
Excited by her trust in him, Rang made her feel more and more things; he unspooled his desires for her like a silk ribbon that wrapped around her own desires, completing them. He made her squirm and moan and twist her hands in his clothing until he was compelled to take off his shirt, then his pants. She guided his hands to the catch of her zipper, to her breasts when her dress had fallen off her hips, to her hips, to the crease in her thighs, to the wetness between her thighs, the wetness that he'd created. He dipped his fingers into her folds and brought them up to her lips, her sweetness drenching them. Taking them in her mouth, she moaned in satisfaction as she sucked her own juices and bit his fingers ravenously, and when Rang snapped her out of it, she held his fingers in her mouth until he forcibly removed them.
Rang's wet fingers grazed Ga Eul's nipple, and she shuddered, her eyes closing automatically. Her hands found his boxers, and she impatiently slid them down his legs. His cock bobbed against her stomach, glistening with precum, as he pressed his body to hers, the smooth skin of her abdomen meeting his scar.
"Does Ga Eul want this? Is this what Ga Eul wants?" Rang touched the smooth head of his cock to her folds, and Ga Eul whimpered from how sensitive her folds were as his cock brushed her skin teasingly. Her whole body ached and burned and tingled from the lingering effects of the lust spell Rang had put her under, and she felt like if she didn't get Rang's cock in her soon, she would start sobbing from the emptiness.
"Yes," she pleaded, but he didn't enter her.
"Are you sure? I don't think you want it bad enough," he teased.
"I want it. I want it," Ga Eul begged. "Rang," she pleaded helplessly. "Please."
"Please what?"
"Please, please, please, please…" Ga Eul broke off, her breaths coming in short, uneven gasps. He spread her folds open with his fingers and touched the velvety head of his cock to her entrance. Her insides were so empty. They'd never felt so achingly empty. She was trembling all over.
"Please what?"
"Please be inside me," she begged, squeezing her eyes shut, a tear escaping her. A mangled sob broke from her throat. She clawed at his shoulders. She could hardly breathe, much less speak, as she ran her fingers up and down Rang's bare back, tracing the bones in his broad shoulders and then his spine and then the curve of his ass.
Without asking, Ga Eul snatched Rang's cock out of his hand and tugged it between her legs; she pressed it to her folds, and he grunted, feeling her wetness on the tip of his cock. Feeling her handle his cock like she owned it sent a jolt of excitement through him, and his cock ached and grew harder in her hands. Suddenly, he wanted to feel her hands squeezing his ass again, her finger dipping down to his hole and circling...circling…
The intensity in her eyes burned him as she desperately tried to fit his head inside of her; his head twitched at her warmth, her soft folds, how wet...she was so wet...he wanted to sink into her...mindlessly…
Ga Eul guided him in a little bit further...just a little bit more...and then she stopped, frustration creasing her face. He felt the moment her muscles tightened, and the tension returned to her body. She tried pushing him in a few more times but finally let his member fall out.
"You can do it," he rasped. "You were doing good."
Ga Eul shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes.
"You can do it," he urged, placing her hand back on his cock.
"I want to do it. I want it so much...but my body doesn't cooperate." Ga Eul hid her face in her hands. "I wish I was a fox. Then things would be easy." She sniffled, and that was not how Rang had planned on ending the evening, with her crying because, after all that, she couldn't get him in all the way in. But she tensed up sometimes like she was doing now, making it impossible for him to do anything without hurting her. With foxes, it was easy; a bullet couldn't cause any damage, much less a penis. But Ga Eul wasn't a fox, and Rang didn't want her to be a fox. If she was, she wouldn't have been Ga Eul.
Ga Eul felt rather useless at times like this, when her body didn't work the way it was supposed to for a human, much less a fox. She'd hidden her face in her hands so she'd feel less exposed and embarrassed, but Rang soon tugged them down.
"You don't need to be a fox," he reprimanded. "You just need to have a fox boyfriend," he assured her with complete self-confidence. "I have an idea, but you have to totally trust me. Do you trust me?"
Ga Eul nodded, tears streaking her face.
"Okay, then let's do this together." He placed her hand back around his cock and guided it to her folds. "You put it in, and I'll make sure it has somewhere to go." He winked.
"I…" Ga Eul blinked, not understanding.
"Just put it in when I tell you to put it in, okay?" Rang cocked his head, managing to look playful and concerned at once.
"Okay," Ga Eul replied.
"Open for me," he commanded gently, his fox eye gleaming. "That's it." She felt another tingling wave of magic envelope her, but this one was softer, more concentrated. "Open up for me," he murmured, and her pelvic muscles began relaxing again—she felt them loosening, supplying ample space for his cock. "I want you as wet as you can get," he rasped, his fiery eye glowing, and arousal seeped out of her, dripping down her thighs and soaking her core. He must have felt it on his cock because he closed his eyes momentarily, and his mouth twitched. He grunted, then opened his eyes.
"Good little human," he rasped. "You're making my cock so wet already. Stay open for me, just like that. That's a good human. Now put it in."
It took a second for his words to register, but when they did, Ga Eul pressed his velvety head to her entrance, and she felt like her whole body had opened up for him—it was just waiting, wet and willing to accept him. He pressed her forehead against hers, and she saw herself reflected in the fiery center of his eye. She saw herself held there, embraced there. She saw herself falling into his eye and sinking into it and slipping into its warm depths. Her body opened, and she shoved him balls deep into her all at once.
"Fuck, yes," Rang muttered, having produced his desired effect. No frustration for him. No discomfort for Ga Eul. Usually, it took Rang a couple of tries to enter Ga Eul fully, if he could enter her fully, but this time there was no resistance, and he sunk into her seamlessly, her wetness squelching around him and dripping down his balls. Cupping her ass, he lifted Ga Eul up so that she was entirely off the ground, clinging to his shoulders.
He'd had a fantasy like this where he'd fucked Ga Eul against a wall to prove she was his. Only it wasn't like this. Not like this.
"We did it," Ga Eul said, her eyes shining with happiness as she squeezed her arms around his neck.
"Yes, we did," Rang mumbled, pressing his forehead to hers. "Should we keep going? Please say 'yes.'"
"Yes," Ga Eul gushed, grinning.
Rang's grip on her hips tightened.
His strength made it easy to hold her there, making her take all of him, and with the pillows behind her, he was less concerned about injuring her. Finding he was able to glide smoothly in and out, he wasted no time picking up speed and force. He felt lightheaded as he thrust into her, high off of teasing her and the way her silken walls gripped him but didn't resist him. She was so snug and wet and perfect. In no time, he could feel his release coming, but there was one last thing he wanted to do.
Normally, he liked to sink his teeth into her neck as he pulsed inside her, but tonight he found himself drawn to her eyes—that wide open expanse of love and trust and desire. So much desire. All for him. Some he'd put there. And some...he knew he had not.
"Cum with me," he rasped, and her response was instantaneous, as though he'd flicked on a light switch. She shuddered and cried out, and her head lolled back as her muscles clenched around him. His own orgasm quickly followed, spurred on by her walls massaging his cock. They clutched each other tighter and tighter as they rode out the simultaneous wave. Nails digging into skin. Muscles clenching muscles. Panting in each other's faces, their foreheads pressed together, their mouths helplessly agape…
A/N: I kept thinking of these lines from Pablo Neruda ("Sonnet XVII"):
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
