A/N:  NSFW chapter. ☺  I'll be on vacation next week, so if for some reason  should hit 1.5k votes I won't be doing a celebration chapter next week simply because I will be too busy.  Sorry.

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Posted 7/29/22

I thought it would be in the ring where my Wrath would finally dissolve. Instead each and every fight raised my Wrath to higher levels. It was close to the horrible levels that it can reach during Hell Week, which makes me worry that this Hell Week coming up in a couple of weeks might end up being far worse than it has ever been. Of course there has to be some kind of balance. Finding peace by looking into my mate's eyes doesn't mean that Wrath won't stir me up again.

That's what happened though. It didn't seem to matter that her eyes shimmered with anger, or that they were currently a pretty purplish-blue color instead of her natural unique eyes, the moment I looked into her eyes a peace settled within me. It felt like rays of light had literally traveled inside me to the spot where that extreme anger resides. Then it was like those rays of light calmed and healed my soul. It was probably some kind of mate bond magic that traveled through our connection, although I couldn't be certain since we weren't technically bonded yet. However, the 'light' I felt in that moment must have inspired something within me. It spawned the endearment that immediately came to mind.

I didn't plan on calling her Sunshine at that moment. It just slipped from my mouth when I saw her looking shocked that I was able to read her expression. Now I feel like my tongue is cleaving to the roof of my mouth as brain function has seemed to completely and utterly stopped working. I should have expected her to start stripping, and sure some part of me did. I just didn't expect her bra to be completely transparent. The pink cups were embellished with flowers and cherries, which I found ironic as fuck due to her large dark pink nipples that reminded me of cherries themselves. Fuck, now I'm wondering if the panties match, and if they are just as transparent.

It takes a second for me to fully register her words. "I'm pretty sure you are going to want to take off your clothes to get in the shower, Namjoon."

I'm definitely a bumbling buffoon at this point because I unintelligently utter, "Oh...yeah..." I'm not wearing a shirt. Why would I when it would be drenched with sweat by the end of one match? Let alone the countless ones I entered today. Thinking about something sensible for a moment has my brain functioning again, alongside my cock. We both have better ideas. "I have a lot less clothing than you do. Perhaps you should get a head start."

She smirks at me, and I realize in that moment that I should have known better. Instead of going for her pants, like I had hoped, she goes for her shoes and socks next. Once those are gone. "I think that's enough of a head start, sir. Now remove those shorts, before I come over and remove them for you."

My cock twitches at the word 'sir.' It's not the word though that has me turned on as much as the memory of some very specific kinky ideas that played through my mate's mind a few times. I'm not about to bring up the fact I know all about her teacher's pet ideas that she had briefly daydreamed about on repeat right now though. If I were to ever visit that particular role play in the future we are going to have to go all out. She would definitely have to wear a button down shirt that was so tight the buttons would barely band the fabric together; and the fabric would strain against those buttons binding it together so there would be teasing gaps between those fastenings showing teasing hints of her pearly skin and what she was or wasn't wearing underneath. She would also have to wear a pleated skirt, preferably plaid, that was only just long enough for the hem to trail just underneath the curve where her ass cheeks and upper thigh meet. I definitely had enough time to get exceptionally creative with the costume she should wear.

I shrug my shoulders, because nudity doesn't bother me in the slightest, and I did already warn her about my size. So she should more than expect it. Just to be a rascal I take off my shoes and socks first. Then I look up at her. "How about on the count of three we both remove our bottoms?"

She nibbles her bottom lip for a moment before tracing her tongue over it to soothe the ache, and I grow even harder at the sight of the action. "Sure, but I'll do the counting."

"By all means."

"One...Two...Three." I watch her eyes dilate for a moment when she traces her eyes all over me. My boxer briefs would not be able to hide the evidence of what she does to me; my basketball shorts barely did. Then I rake my eyes all over her to take in the small scraps of transparent clothing covering her body. Identical, just like I was wondering and hoping.

I don't know how these things could provide any kind of support though. They are legitimately some lacey kind of fabric and thread, but I'm more than thankful that she wore something like this before our first time together. There's no way we are going to be leaving here until after I have felt what it's like to be inside her tight body.

I walk toward her to shorten the gap between us. "I don't want to get sweat and blood on you, but I want to do something before you remove your bra and panties."

"Oh?" She asks before I bend slightly at my knees and lean in to take her beaded nipple into my mouth. She gasps at the dual sensation of my mouth and the fabric pulling tighter against her budded flesh. I pull back a little to circle the tip of my tongue around it. A whimper like moan pulls from her mouth at the sensation. I move my lips closer once more to take a long draw and let it pop from my mouth as I pull away. I notice her knees are shaking as I get up. That means I will definitely have to make sure I help support her for the next idea that I have in mind.

I walk away and pull my underwear down as I do so she can appreciate a view of my ass on the way to the showers. The water heater here sucks so I have to turn the faucet on and wait for quite awhile. I don't complain though because that gives me time to turn around and fist my cock as I watch her follow my path to make her way over to me. The little light that is in here dances over her pale skin, almost making it seem like it shimmers. I wouldn't be surprised if it had a natural faint shimmery glow. It's been said that some Sidhe royalty do after all. "Sunshine, you're gorgeous." I stroke my fisted hand up and down my length. If I can't touch her yet then touching myself is the next best thing. I trail my eyes over each inch of skin. Her breasts are breathtaking. I can't wait to cup them and test their weight in my hands. They are just the perfect size and shape. Much like the shape of the cup of a champagne coupe, which was reportedly formed from a mold of Marie Antoinette's breasts. That fact isn't true, and Ever's are definitely far more perfect than the former Queen of France's ever were.

My eyes linger over the slightly toned muscles of her abdomen. Perfection. Absolute perfection. Her dancing has kept her toned and slim. I know if I gaze further down at her thighs that the muscles there will be thick and tight, after all I have seen them both due to the tiny shorts she wears sometimes as well as her bathing suit. It's her triangular pelvis and the small scattering of hair there that has me most intrigued. It's been awhile since I have been with a Succubus myself. I had forgotten that they naturally grow very little hair in their pelvic region. Due to the gap in her thighs as she walks I can see hints of her bare sex as she comes closer to me. I can't wait to touch her, to taste her. I groan at the thought of having to wait a moment more. So I reach over and test the water again, hoping to get this shower over with.

Luckily it's lukewarm, so I don't hesitate to start getting clean. I don't fuck with my hair because I know she is going to need to wash hers also after it gets wet otherwise it's going to be a knotted mess. That would just be more time between now and the moment I have her up against the tiled wall.

I know that my skin is becoming red due to how hard I am scrubbing, but I feel like the sweat and blood from my enemies has practically embedded itself in my skin at this point. There is no way I am letting that taint a single part of her. After about fifteen minutes the water is finally warmer, and I pull her close.

I don't even hesitate to tangle one of my hands into her hair and pull her lips to mine. It's been too long since I have kissed her, and I don't remember to ask her if she is hungry or not before our lips touch. I get my answer though after I nibble on her lower lip. She gasps, and there is nothing there but her breath panting against my face. I cup her left breast with my other hand, and, just as I thought, she fits perfectly in my palm. I moan against her lips as I ascertain that my mate is perfect for me in every way. I dance my hand against the skin of her breast; the spot underneath where the swell starts to form upward, to the inside against her breastbone, the upper swell at the top most part of her breast. I explore every inch with my fingertips before I take her nipple between my index finger and thumb. I pinch it ever so lightly and apply more pressure to test how much it will take before she whimpers against me.

The moment that sound comes out of her mouth I switch up our locations. I picked the corner showerhead for a reason, and that reason is the wall to my right. I push her up against it before going down to my knees in front of her. "What..what are you doing?"

"You'll see." I give her a smirk that is filled with promise as I lift her left leg over my shoulder. She totters on her right leg for a second. "Brace yourself against the wall for support, Sunshine." I say before I reach out and part her with my fingers. She's wet and pliant as I stroke up her center, when I insert a finger inside of her the walls of her channel tighten around it due to her immediate surprise at the intrusion. Once she relaxes I tunnel my finger into her a few times before I pull away.

"Nooo." For a moment I think she is telling me to stop, before I catch onto the desire laced whimper in her voice.

I don't think she realizes that she verbally complained, but I still brush my lips against her upper thigh and look up at her. "I'm not going anywhere." I reassure her before I replace the solitary finger with a second. I watch as my fingers thrust into her channel deeply over and over again before I look her in the eyes once more.

I grab her right hand and place it at the back of my head. "Hold on, Sunshine." I use my thumb to apply the first bit of pressure to her clit. I stroke it out from hiding behind its hood to gaze at it for a moment before I lean in and tease it with my tongue.

"Aaah." The long incomprehensible sound comes from her mouth and her fingers dig into my hair as she pushes me toward her.

Oh my sweet Sunshine, it's not going to be that easy. I tease her with long strokes of my tongue, all the while still tunneling my fingers in her channel. If I weren't worried about her balance I would use my other hand to tease her breast as well. When she seems to grow accustomed to the long strokes of my tongue I change it up and take teasing little flicks against the pearl shaped nub that gives her so much pleasure. Her breaths start to grow shorter and she tightens around my fingers. I know she's close now, and she is probably going to complain in a second, but... I pull my fingers and mouth away.

She blinks at me in confusion. "What? You stopped?"

He releases my leg, and stands up from where he was crouching on the tiled floor. If it weren't for the fact that he literally stopped right before my orgasm was about to crash through me, then I would probably be sympathetic to the grooves that are probably embedded into his knee right now. Hell, I'd probably see if I could take that pain away with my healing magic. Of course I don't even consider that because of my mixed bag of confusion and annoyance regarding the fact that he stopped.

"Don't worry, Sunshine. We are just getting started." He offers a placating smile before he starts explaining himself. "I know it's been five years since you've been with anyone, and that he was your first and only lover. I didn't want you to tighten up again after your first orgasm. I'd have to work a lot more to make your body pliant again if I had, and while I wouldn't mind pleasuring you over and over again we are in a semi-public space. We don't have the time to be that leisurely."

Yeah, and we are also already pruning up to the amount of water running over our bodies as well. Okay, I see his point. The brief moment of pause gives me some clarity I didn't think to ask about before. "Um. What about protection?"

"No worries, Sunshine. Fae and Demons don't carry or become afflicted by STIs or STDs, and regarding pregnancy well due to my Fae lineage I'm able to protect that from happening by willpower alone." He pauses for a second. "Had that been something a female Fae would control, well then we would probably have to worry. Demons are exceptionally fertile, and because you are half Fae and half Demon there's no telling whether your willpower could have prevented pregnancy or not." He strokes his long hard cock again, and it proves to me that the conversation hasn't diminished his arousal in the slightest.

I place my hand over his, not to stop him but to assist him and glide over his satiny skin. He groans out loud at my touch, and after making a few repetitious passes over his skin he knocks my hand away then lifts me into his arms. My legs automatically lock around his hips, and I croon in rapture at the first touch of the tip of his cock against my core.

It's been so long to feel that touch that I forgot how curiously wondrous it felt. I remind myself to relax my body as much as possible. He's both long and girthy. He inches inside me just past the tip and I already feel the stretch. He pauses to pull back out slightly before pushing back in the same length.

It's then I realize that my orgasm is right there still. It hasn't diminished, and he must have realized that too. Instead of thrusting into me to the hilt he continues to tease me with those shallow strokes. I cry out, not even caring about the echo that reverberates around me in the hollow space. I feel like every single one of my atoms has shattered apart and are scattered within the universe for a moment. It's only his grunt that makes me realize I tightened around him during that moment so I relax once more.

He still hesitates to thrust fully into me. This time I am probably taking about half of his length, and I don't expect to cry out as another, smaller orgasm catches me unaware. This time it isn't like my atoms burst apart, it's more like a sense of peace and utter bliss comes over me.

Namjoon takes my lips with his. I didn't even realize we were simply breathing in each other's space. It was like our lips were already slotting against each other, or that's what it felt like to me at least. I want to tell him to just fuck me already; that I want to feel all of him. With my lips occupied I don't have a way to say the words, and I wish our telepathy weren't broken in this space. Apparently, I need no words, or at least we are on the same wavelength because I whimper in his mouth at the onslaught of his long hard thrust. The touch of his entire length inside of me is almost like the first orgasm, although it's not an orgasm at all. It's our bond. I can almost feel it like transparent gently illuminated threads holding us together. He's still within me for a moment, and I don't have to ask if he feels it too. I see it. The look of wonderment in his eyes. "I didn't know the bond would feel like this, but this is definitely a Fae based bond." I arch an eyebrow at him, silently communicating my curiosity. He half chuckles and we both groan at what it does to our bodies due to our physical connection. He shakes his head and tries his best to explain. "I don't know how I know. I just do."

I smile. "Good to know, but perhaps we can get back to the part where you were fucking me again?"

He shook his head before pecking my lips. "Not fucking. Not this time, Ever. This time, despite being in public, I'm making love to you."

I hadn't realized there was a difference, perhaps it was my lack of experience. When he slowly thrust back and forth within me I understood. I don't know if it was the bond, something about being part Succubus, or how well loved my body already felt but I was already starting to feel the beginnings of another orgasm. This time it was like my atoms were dancing around me already. They were small particles in the air, and that bliss I felt with the second is echoed in the sensation. When I hit that peak once again I cry out sharply and joyously. Those particles seem to slam back into my body, and for a very brief moment the world seems to turn dark. Once I regain my sight, I see how restrained Namjoon is. My hands were wrapped around his neck of their own accord, so I brought one down to his chest and rubbed against his breast bone. "Please, I want to see you come apart too."

The slow sensual loving he was giving me is a thought of the past. His hips piston as he moves rapidly within me. I widen my eyes in surprise and as he stiffens when he reaches his climax I find myself following him. This one was like tumbling off a cliff and into an abyss of sweet sensation. I leave my one hand on his chest and move the other to his cheek. I lean down and plant my lips on his. Our kisses are sweet and loving. I know it's fate to fall for this man, but I also know I am not completely there yet. Despite that the words are hovering in my mind as I kiss him. I don't know if I am thankful that he can't hear me as I mentally repeatedly chant, I love you.

He pulls out but he leans his head against my shoulder for a moment. "Namjoon?"

"Hmm?"

"We should probably finish getting cleaned up." I groan for a second. "Not to mention my legs are kind of cramping right now."

He pulls away with a panicked expression on his face. "Oh shit. Sorry." He says before assisting me back to my feet.

I giggle. "I'm most definitely not."

He glares at me and lightly spanks my ass which makes me yelp in surprised response. "Not about that, Sunshine."

It's sweet and tender how he cleans me. Then, after he helps me shampoo and condition my hair. It's when we are rinsing the conditioner from my hair that he shows me a trick with his dick. Tricky dick? Nope, I don't want to think those words together again.

He can partially shift his penis. "I'm not supposed to necessarily be able to do this now, or at least not be like this now. I should only be able to shift my dick like this when it's inside you, but being a shifter and not actually part lion helps. Male felines have these penile spines while they mate. I'm just showing you in case you are curious to try it sometime. It's not something I have to do."

I'm not sure how I feel about this. I mean it sort of means he lied that he wasn't exactly 100% normal in the penis department. Then something occurs to me. "Wait. You said male felines?" I can feel my eyebrows raise higher on my forehead. So, this is something I can expect with Yoongi as well. Hmm. Not sure if I feel lucky or concerned.

"Um. I guess we will have to wait and see how I feel about that idea later."

He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. "You have an extended lifetime to decide."