The Migong, Kingdom of Shobu

Present: Late Spring, 1472

“W-Wait!” Seiji blurted as the girl pushed him back down on the stone slab. “What are you doing?” he demanded as she straddled his thighs, and then bent her head to feather a kiss under his ear, and then down his throat, and over his chest. Her long dark hair dragged over his skin, and where it touched him, it felt like he was on fire.

She looked up, dark eyes filled with mischief, teeth flashing.

“I’m seducing you, my dear demon,” she said, nipping him just above his nipple. “You have to take responsibility for what you did last time. Since you took your pleasure with my body without regard, it’s my turn!”

When she bit him again, he let out an inadvertent whine and then flushed furiously at the sound, feeling like his head was slowly boiling. He wanted to stop her, but his body was still sluggish and unresponsive, except for one place.

“Oh,” she breathed, feeling his erection jutting insistently against her thigh. “Good boy…”

He groaned, covering his eyes with his wrist. This…who is she? Why is she like this…?

“You’re…so aggressive…” he groaned, almost to himself, as she drew his hand away from his face.

However, she was completely unrepentant, taken by the delightful flush spreading across his skin.

“So red! That colour pink on your white skin…those ruby red eyes…” she murmured before capturing his lips. “I want more…”

Their tongues tangled and dueled and Seiji felt like he was becoming drunk, sipping on her heavenly sweetness. He noted that her eyes were half-lidded, filled with pleasure and the idea that she desired him aroused him even more.

“Iseulbi…” he panted, heart hammering, as their lips parted.

She laughed, making a derisive ‘pffft’ sound. Perhaps, if she had realized it then, she wouldn’t have so easily dismissed the idea that he knew her brother’s childhood name.

“I’m called Feiyan…Say it,” she said, sitting up as he propped himself up on his elbows. 

Feiyan…thought Seiji. What a beautiful name…

With Akuma’s influence gone, it felt like a giant weight had been lifted from Seiji’s chest. Despite the slowness of his body, his mind was clear in a way that it had not been since he’d first transformed. There was no blood frenzy, no tearing violence eating at his insides. Nothing like that. Instead, he felt himself filled with yearning for the person in front of him…the person who reminded him of his childhood love.

Giving himself up to the illusion, Seiji admired her body, noticing how perfectly formed her limbs were, how slender she was…and yet battle hardened. He trailed his fingers over her muscles and the little scars that marked her as a warrior…there was nothing too terrible, but he could tell that she was tough…and yet that strength was belied by the alluring softness of her eyes.

“Fei…Feiyan,” he whispered, rolling the sound off his tongue, testing it, liking how the words felt in his mouth.

He slowly stroked his fingers down her sternum, pausing to feel the thump of her heart under his hand and then trailed his fingers down to her narrow waist. She trembled under his touch, eyes closing briefly as if the gentle caress was the most arousing thing. He felt a possessive streak course through him, making his chest tight.

“You’re making me crazy, Feiyan…” he whispered, huskily. “What about you…? Do you like it?”

She shook her head, even though his fingers moving lower made her cry out softly.

“Then, it’s my turn to please you…” he chuckled, tugging her down to him by her long hair. He flipped her suddenly, rolling her under him. The early sluggishness had gradually dissipated and he almost felt like he had full control of his body now. It seemed that Akuma’s hold on him had completely worn off. 

The girl glared at him, suddenly at a disadvantage. She squirmed, not willing to submit. Nor did he wish for that.

“Well then…what shall we do about this?” he asked, eyes twinkling. He nudged his length against her entrance and found himself slipping against her wet folds. “Hmmmn…?”

She tried to cover her gasp, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head against the stone slab.

“No. Let me hear it…the sound of your pleasure,” he whispered, still sliding against her.

Staring up into the glittering ruby eyes, Feiyan felt her face flame in a way that it had never done with Gen or Hajoon.

“W-wait!”

See! I can tease you too, he thought. Kissing her again, he teased her slowly. Determined to pleasure her, he slipped against her until the head of his cock was slick with her wetness. The sound of their bodies rubbing together made a lewd sucking sound.

Her breath caught and she arched under him. They were both panting now.

“Feiyan…” he whispered, ruby red eyes glowing. “What do you want of me?” he asked.

“I…ah…” she cried, caught up in the rush of sensations, but her mouth was stubborn.

“Yes?” he encouraged, red eyes molten.

“I…”

I want you…she thought.

“Tell me,” he demanded. He slipped the head of his cock just inside and then slowly retreated. Her body was tense, strung as taut as a bow as he rubbed his thumb against the sweet pearl of flesh that crowned her flower.

“I…” she began, but as he did it again, her words trailing off into a moan as he teased her. Finding it unbearable, she unconsciously shifted her hips upward trying to capture him, but he put his weight on her while pulling back his hips, stilling her movements, pinning her.

“What do you want?” he asked, matching her stubbornness. He nipped the skin just above her collar bone, enjoying her delicate shudder.

So beautiful.

Her black eyes were great dark pools as she stared up at him, liquid as a doe’s.

“I want you inside…” she whispered, surrendering to desire.

Satisfied with her answer, Seiji pressed ahead, gently parting her folds as he slowly, carefully, sank himself into her wet heat. Her body opened easily, welcoming him, enveloping him in her tightness.

“Agh!” she cried, as he sank his full length into her until they were hip to hip. She arched and he slipped one hand under her back to support her, leaning forward to cup her neck and head, threading his fingers through her dark, silky hair, as he gradually quickened his thrusts.

“Feiyan…” he murmured, crushing her to him. Seiji drew back and slammed his hips forward again. He felt a rush of satisfaction as her mouth opened in soundless ecstasy. 

Feiyan wrapped her arms around his neck and back as they slowly adjusted to each other’s rhythm. Even though she’d let him in, she did not yield, seeking to take as much as she gave…seeking to meld her body with his as equals. Wanting to possess him in every way, Feiyan yanked his mouth down to hers, sucking and biting at his lower lip. 

“Mmmph!” he jerked when she drew blood, driving him to hammer into her more fiercely. 

We might be doing this, but I’m not willing to give in to you completely…she thought, smiling as he groaned.

Pleasure climbed up from where their bodies were connected and she dug her nails into his back. She revelled in the sense of control. When she entered the dream, she’d been confused for only a moment. Unlike the last dream, everything seemed to move according to her will. Ever since she had obtained the divine fire, she felt like another level of her consciousness had opened. It was like the divine fire was protecting her. 

What am I? Who is Hong Yi?

“Don’t think of anything else!” the demon growled, wrenching her back to what they were doing. “Stay with me. Here…” he whispered, nipping her collarbone hard.

“Ow…Alright,” she breathed as he gave her a puppy dog look, then nuzzled her as if he regretted biting her.

Although the dark shadow had been annoying to deal with, the beautiful silver haired demon was much more tractable this time…but his personality was drastically different. At one point, he’d even blushed. His lovemaking was no less ardent than before, but she felt like this was a cuter version of him. Clinging to her so desperately, his achingly tender expression tugged at her heart.

Wait…my heart?

She shivered, but before she could fully explore that thought, he withdrew from her, leaving her bereft.

“Wh—?”

“It’s not enough…” he muttered, climbing down from the stone bed. Yanking her to the edge, he stood, grasped her hips and plunged himself into her, hooking her knees over his shoulders to give him fuller access to her. 

She cried out digging her nails into his upper arms.

Molten heat swirled inside him. Seiji didn’t just want this woman’s body. He wanted her full attention, he wanted everything about her to belong to him.

“You’re mine!” he said in a low voice. “Mine!”

Give me your heart…

“What…did you say?” Feiyan asked, shivering. She felt fear suddenly cut through her like a bolt of lightning.

Seiji abruptly realised that he’d spoken aloud.

Kissing the inside of her knee, he hooked her legs around his hips and leaned forward to kiss her forehead.

“I want all of you, including your heart,” he whispered against her damp neck.

His voice was gentle, but commanding, insistent.

“My heart…?”Feiyan whispered doubtfully as if tasting the word for the first time. Her expression was troubled.

I left my heart in Shuto…a voice whispered into her ear. “…Shuto?”

“What is it? What’s wrong?” he asked, perturbed by her suddenly crumbling expression. He stopped immediately. “Am I hurting you?”

Flames flickered in her eyes and they filled with tears as she stared up at him. A huge sense of grief well up inside her.

“I…I lost my heart…” she choked out, gasping from the overwhelming feeling of loss.

“W-What..?” he blurted. Stunned, he looked down and realized there was now a gaping hole in her chest.

“No!” he howled, as blood streamed down onto the stone bed from the place where her heart should have been.

No, no, no!

He clutched at her, hearing the rattling of her breath in her throat, as her eyes drained of life.

Seiji screamed.