"He did it all to spare me from
The awful things in life that comes
And he cries and cries
I know he knows
that he's killing me for mercy"

Murder Song - Aurora

Spice -o- meter: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ (this is somehow more explicit than anything else I've ever written. You've been warned!)

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"Setareh?! Let go of her Jimin!" Leila's voice ripped out of her, as if the years of bad blood between them were washed away with the threat of her youngest sister's being spilt into the snow.

Nothing mattered, other than the thirsty look in his eyes, his fangs to close to her small neck. Her sister quaked like a shattered lake, her fearful gaze begging her sister for help.

The man did not let her go. His eyebrow raising, as his grip on her sister's waist tightened. Jeongguk looked uncomfortable, his hand outstretched towards the pair. Leila was furious, as the man continued to toy with her.

Jimin clicked his teeth, looking at the three tense being around him, finally settling on Leila when he made Setareh yelp, pulling on her hair harder, "One play at being good, and you trust her already? That's not very smart of you Leila. She treated you like a dog, and now she's been captured like one."

Setareh started to cry, his words sinking in. It was clear she felt guilty, felt as if she deserved Jimin's vitrol. But Leila couldn't hate her. Not anymore.

The princess was losing control. From her toes, to the top of her head, she felt her internal energy surge. Her chest was bright under her wool and fur clothing, the light of the moon refracting from her fingertips.

"She's my sister. If you hurt her, I will make you regret any ounce of pain you caused her."

As Jimin laughed, the harsh sound filling the night air, she felt the prince brush a finger against her back. It was his sign to let her know  she would control the situation, not him. That he was still there if she needed him. She appreciated that he wasn't inserting himself, or telling her to calm down. To dampen her magic, or to make herself smaller to not anger his best friend. He let her rage. No matter how far it took her.

"I thought you were better than that Leila." Jimin said, looking genuinely disappointed by what she said. Leila did not know why, but she didn't have time to figure out at the moment. He would be dealt with later. She just needed him to let her go.

She felt the prince's fist tighten at her spine, and knew she would have little time before he lost to his own anger at Jimin's disrespect towards her. He was already holding himself back now.

Leila kept her voice chill, level as she stared the man down, "I don't know what the fuck has gotten into you, but obviously the lack of blood has gotten to your brain. Was I not clear enough the first time? Let go of my sister or you will be demoted from your position as advisor to kitchen help, and no amount of history between you and the prince or pathetic groveling to me will bring you back up."

The bloodied man lost all of his humor. His eyes shined like shaved sea glass in the night, for a second all of his hatred directed at her. She knew she had won, because she knew he hated being reminded that he was anyone's subordinate. A chill went down her spine at his malice, confused as to why someone who now she considered a friend would do this. She was reminded of the mangey cats in her village, who would bring back dead mice to their owner's doorstep. Only to be shooed away by the people who did not appreciate the kill. If this was his way of being loyal to her, it was not appreciated, and he would soon know it.

The man took a deep breath, craning his head, before roughly shoving Setareh out and away from him. The girl fell harshly into the snow, her hair falling over her face as her tanned hands gripped at the soft snow, grateful. She scrambled onto her back, as the man watched, his amusement returning as he calculated how afraid she was.

Leila ran forward, ready to hold her sister. Not paying attention as the Prince stepped away, the snow crunching loudly under his feet as he went to deal with his childhood friend. She didn't have to watch, she knew he'd be dealt with in the proper manner.

Only one figure remained near them, the red adorned man standing in what seemed like shock only a few feet away.

"What are you doing all the way out here, don't you know how dangerous it is for you?!" Leila questioned worriedly as she fell to her knees, grasping her sister's face in her much warmer hands.

Her usually vibrant sister looked up at her with tears frozen onto her long lashes, her usually warm skin pallid. Her full lips were chapped, her black hair matted with dirt and snow. Her nose was red and running, face contorted in an expression of misery. Her clothes were not suitable for this weather, the same fabrics she would where at home.

First, she was going to kill Jimin.

Then, she was going to kill her sister for even thinking to venture out here by herself unprepared and inexperienced.

Setareh took several moments to respond, sounding frail, "It wasn't a choice. I was exiled."

Then it all made sense. Leila's back straightened, eyes brimming with anger and sadness. Oh, the poor thing. She knew the feeling all too well.

"Because of me?" Leila's question was fragile, full of guilt.

Setareh shook her head, her amber eyes dim with the feeling of betrayal, as if she could barely believe what happened herself, "Azita found out that I helped you. She saw me coming back from your carriage and questioned me until I couldn't lie anymore. I didn't think she'd betray me. Within the hour she had told Elder Fareena, who gathered the council and made the decision to punish me for giving you the first part of the curse. I was sent here to be-"

Her sister stopped speaking, lips pursed as she stared into the frozen ground. So quick to be pushed out by her own village, her own family because she tried to help. They turned they backs on her faster than quicksand, and expected her to sink. To die. To be nothing without them.

Leila would not allow that. Not for someone who risked everything they knew and loved for a sister they had barely known. Leila had always thought Setareh to be a meek coward, but strength did not always come from power. It came from fighting back, even when knowing one would lose.

"Sacrificed? Well that makes two of us." Leila finished lightly, sending her younger sister a small smile.

The black haired beauty nodded shyly, sending her back a similar expression. She was shaking too hard, but at least it wasn't out of fear of Leila. Not anymore.

There was a loud slam of the carriage, forcing the princess to look away. Taehyung looked furious, but was fighting his expression to remain collected as he jogged over. Probably not to frighten her already shocked sibling. As he stepped close to her side, crouching down to inspect Setareh for any marks, her heart warmed.

She ignored the bubbling feeling as Taehyung fussed over her, looking past the man's broad black outline.

"Jeongguk, can you grab me the blanket that's beside you, she needs-"

Before she could even finish, the man already grabbed material from the side of the fire.

"Here." He answered in a hurried manner. The man was quickly at her sister's side, wrapping her in the large sheet of wool. Setareh thanked him shyly, nodding her head with a small smile as she avoided looking him in the eye.

Jeongguk continued to situate the blanket over her shoulders, making sure it didn't slip. His usually uninterested expression one marred with careful patience, his eyes flicking over her frame. His fiddling caused Taehyung to have to shift closer to Leila, displaced as the man then pulled pieces of twig out of Setareh's hair.

When the youngest Anvari girl looked up, her amber eyes grateful, Jeongguk seemed to freeze. Caught like a fly in her gaze.

"Thank you." She said, her voice honeyed.

The man recoiled, throat bobbing, "Of course. I'll help you with anything."

He replied so gently, the princess wondered if the man had been swapped out for another in the woods. It seemed like the prince thought the same as her.

Leila stared between the two, catching Taehyung's look of shock with her own meddling smile.

It looked they would had defeated one opponent already, and they didn't have to lift a finger.

Leila and Jeongguk helped her sister up, and Taehyung told them Jimin would remain in the car where he could watch him. He offered for him to be strapped with a rope and dragged with the carriage, which made Setareh smile but responded that there was no need for that. Leila asked if she was okay to ride on the horses at the front with Jeongguk, which made her blush. She nodded, saying she felt safe, which made the younger noble beam. As they went to the front of the carriage, Leila felt the situation settle in her stomach.

Tiny snowflakes fell, some catching her eyes and lips. She turned to Taehyung, who's expression was disturbed even in the moonlight. His eyes found her own, and she knew they softened with sympathy as he took in her beaten expression.

"They left her to die." The words felt heavy on her tongue, formed a lump in her throat.

All because she asked for the first part of the curse. If they hadn't been here...

Taehyung let his gloved hand brush the back of her own, expression grave, "Don't. You could have never predicted this. No matter what could've happened, it wouldn't be your fault. Let's just be grateful that we were here to find her."

They walked closer to the carriage, Taehyung pulling open the door to let her in first.

She turned, feeling another swell of anger in her veins, "I can't help but feel like I've taken her selfishly with me."

The prince shook his head, "It would not be selfish. Now, she'll know real kindness. Real love. She'll find it in you."

So many questions swirled before her. Were too many years lost between them? Would Setareh resent her? Would she wish for Azita, and long for the days she was home? As much as she learned to care for people, would it be enough to be family? To be a sister? It was all too much to take in right now. And much too cold.

Leila climbed her way into the carriage, deciding to focus on the present. Which was murderous intent towards the seemingly blood crazed advisor.

As Taehyung climbed in after her, promptly shutting the door, she settled on the bench. Utterly enraged to find that the advisor was napping along the entire side of one bench. Her body lurched as the horses started moving, catching herself on Taehyung's thigh as his hand wrapped around her waist.

As her skin with his touch, her eyes remained laser focused on Jimin. Blood still ran down his lips, now dried as slept.

She attempted to get up and ruin his beauty sleep, but Taehyung's arm remained around her with an iron grip. Pulling her back with a huff, her wavy hair falling all around her as she somehow ended up even closer to him, her side pressed against his front.

He shot her an innocent look as she focused her fury onto him.

"Why won't you let me wake him up? Don't tell me you're protecting him." She growled out, ready to claw at the princes arms in order to fight her way out.

The man laughed darkly, gripping her even tighter. From the pounding in his chest, it seemed he liked it when she fought against him. From the racing of her heart, it seemed she liked when he held her fast, anchoring her with his inhuman strength.

"Fuck no. He was acting like an angry guard dog, like your his to protect. Watching him fail at being your bitch was satisfying beyond measure. Our starvation is making it worse, but I have never said him to be a good man. He is my close friend, but he is also a maniac." Taehyung answered simply, his breath skating over her ear and causing her to shiver.

He was definitely trying to distract her. Leila was having a tough time deciding she wanted to be distracted. So she continued her offense.

"And you let him around me all the time? When I am practically naked." Leila feigned being scandalized, letting her fur fall off her shoulder as the man held her.

Leila watched hungrily as his eyes dropped to her bare shoulder, drinking her in. Distracting him was enticing too. Maybe it would be enough for his grip to loosen up, and then she could torture Jimin out of his slumber.

But she watched her plan unfold in his intelligent eyes. Taehyung gaze her an incredulous look, placing the shoulder of her dress back into place with his teeth, never breaking eye contact. His eyes were dark and bright with teasing, and she started to pant at the action, feeling light headed as his hold on her waist did not falter. It seemed he would not even lift his hands and give her the chance to escape.

Leila was entranced as he let go of the fabric, swiping his tongue across his pink lips. They quirked up in a knowing smile, feeling where her attention remained.

Taehyung pulled her closer, and Leila felt her body being slightly lifted as he fixed himself in the corner of the carriage. Her pulled her body after, somehow setting them up so she rested between his thighs. Her breath catching in her throat as he lifted her back completely against his front, his arm still a band around her waist. She felt all of him now, as his hardness dug in to her back, stealing away any words she had.

Taehyung rested his chin on her shoulder, his other hand rubbing circles on her thigh. Reaching lower and lower, playing with the hem of her dress.

His simple touches, just the feel of his hard body against hers was enough to make her lose all sense. When his lips brushed against her ears in a breathy whisper, she was practically purring.

"As I recall that was your decision once you arrived. Though I know he would never put his hands on you, not unless you asked. Still, it was your idea to request him to be your handmaiden. Not mine. Never mine. In fact, it turned me on entirely too much to watch you put him in his place." His voice rasped against her ear, as his hand began to pull up the layers of her skirt. Groaning when he finally made it to her skin, his hands skating over her the garters she wore to hold up her tights. When he snapped one of them against her thigh, she couldn't help the yelp that left her lips, the blush that spread from her cheeks to her throat. He continued, tone strained as his finger grazed the hem near her inner thigh, "You are irresistible most of the time. But when you're out for blood? It took everything in me not to claim you right in front of him."

Leila was a mess, squirming within his arms. Holding back whimpers as each swipe of his long fingers came closer to her center. Her hips were arching voluntarily towards him. She was throbbing, blood pulsating wildly despite her propriety.

"Taehyung, we can't." She muttered, the words not even making sense to her own ears.

The prince hummed, a noncommittal noise. His fingers stopping at her inner thigh, his cold rings making her bite at her lip.

Then, he adjusted his grip around her waist, using his thumb and forefinger to caress the peak of her breath. Leila arched back against him, a gasp of surprise leaving her lips. And as her thighs widened, his fingers finally dipped along her wetness. She almost cried out as his fingers caressed the seem, intentionally missing her most sensitive part.

Taehyung's lips parted at her ear, words languid, enticing. Demanding, "I can't what? Make you feel good for being powerful, strong? For being the ruler you were meant to be?"

"We still can't?" It came out as a question, and she barely remembered why she was protesting in the first place as he dipped one finger into her.

She wondered who was receiving more pleasure, as the man moaned into her ear as he entered her, letting himself sink in and out. The coldness of his rings contrasting with the combined warmth of their flesh.

Leila's eyes almost fell back into her head as he let her adjust, before sinking in another finger. Curling his fingers towards the front, and hitting an area within her that made her lurch at every movement.

Taehyung's voice took on a more possessive edge as she bit her lip to hold back her cries, his speed increasing as plunged into her, "I can. I'm pleasuring you right now, rewarding you for being vicious. Do you want me to stop? I'm not sure if I can. You feel too good right now, you were already ready for me."

Leila craned her neck, the back of her skull resting on his shoulder. Her eyes making the mistake of flicking to the right, reminding her of the being that slept beside them. The one that could wake at any moment due to his heightened senses.

"But he's right there!" Leila whisper yelled, just as used more of her wetness to slick back inside her.

She was sure if he stopped, she would regret the decision. Her clit was pounding with heat, and if he didn't touch it soon, she might actually lose her mind. Her worry at being caught was losing to the feeling of him.

The princess felt the man stiffen behind her, and wondered if she upset him. She was about to assure him that it was just her shyness. But instead of pushing her away, he doubled on his efforts.

She gasped when his fangs grazed along her neck,  coupled with the sensation of his fingers undulating. Biting her lip until she felt blood spring to the surface so she made no noise.

Taehyung was all heat as she spoke against her neck between haphazard kisses, "You don't want to me to claim you in front of him? You don't want to be mine?" She protested as he removed himself from inside her, her center pulsating and feeling empty. Her frustration fading when he cupped his large hand around her front, holding tight as he spoke gruffly to her, "Because this is mine. Every part of you is mine. Mine."

Holy fuck.

His covetous words burned through her, he was losing it. And every rational thought was swept from her mind as she was conquered by lust for the prince.

(A/N: I literally almost threw up here cuz it was too much imagining someone doing this, like it literally made me nauseous in a good way idk does that happen to anyone else? It's so cave man feral not sure if its totally feminist but who cares sometimes when its hot. Anyways-)

"Yes." Leila said breathily, giving him permission as she wriggled against his hand. Putting pressure where she needed him.

The man nipped at her neck once more, tracing his tongue along a vein. She wished she could see his beautiful face right now, but his touch was just enough.

"Thank the fucking deities." He groaned out, finding her underneath her clothing once again. Shivering when he felt just how aroused she was from his want for her.

Even as he said it, he respected her privacy. The man lifted from her chest, only to grab a blanket that rested on the ledge behind their heads. He quickly spread the material over them.

The prince touched her with a new vengeance, still building her up. His pace was hard and fast as he plunged himself to the knuckle into her, forcing her body to quake every time he reached deeper.

"Oh, oh-" She gasped out throatily, practically moving up his chest as she back further into him.

The prince pulled out of her, sending a quick slap to her center. She felt shock at first, and then deep attraction at the man's ability to take control. The feeling sent a sting to her most sensitive part, the slight pain feeling too good to stop the moan from leaving her bitten lips.

He soothed over the skin, rubbing the large palm of his hand over her slick skin, "Shhh, Leila. Or else I'm going to have to stop. And you don't want me to stop, do you?"

She'd rather die, "Please don't."

The man swallowed her whimpers as his free hand wound itself in her dark chestnut hair. He tugged on it, causing her hand to fall back even further on him. He wanted to watch her face as he pleasured her.

"Mhmm. So stay quiet for me Ignis."

She nodded, eyes falling shut as he placed to fingers into her again. This time, he was relentless. Driven by jealousy, and maddening devotion. Her mouth fell open in silent ecstasy as the man used only a fraction of his inhuman strength to feed her satiation.

It was all over when he finally used his thumb in conjunction, swiping over her swollen clit.
Leila couldn't hold back, not when the pulse of pleasure wracked through her as he applied pressure. Using her slickness to swirl around the area.

Taehyung's larger hand wrapped around her mouth, tight enough to muffle some of her cries. She felt herself thrumming with heat as he held onto her, his grasp tight around her chin as his palm remained over her mouth.

She lost lucidity when he growled with knowing desire into her ear, "Only I get to hear what you sound like when you come."

With his hot, dominating words all the tension in her body snapped. He wanted her all to himself, he wanted her. The feeling swarmed her body, locking it up and stealing her breath and her vision as she rocked against his hand. Her loud cry was muffled into his palm, tears sprouting in her eyes as her center clenched around him.

He bit down on her neck, tongue swirling over the skin lazily as she climaxed, "Leila, Leila-"

There pants mingled in the quiet carriage. Their companion remained with his eyes closed, lost in sleep. His hand pulled out from under her skirts regrettably, holding her waist in a soft embrace.

Leila regained her thoughts, her vision, even after it all was shattered.

She wanted to feel his hands. His lips. As his hardness pressed into her back, she wanted to create the same rapture in him. Watch him come apart from her touch.

Leila turned around in his grasp, to see his lips tilted in a satisfied smile. His eyes heavy as he gazed upon her, his cheeks flooded with red. His black hair was messy, and gods how much she wanted to run her fingers through it. He was ravishing.

Why not do what I want? What we both want?

She didn't let him pull back, or rest. Leila pulled away from his grasp, ignoring the hurt that flashed over his expression.

She was on him, pouncing like he had hunted the deer, straddling his lap within seconds. When his eyes widened with delighted shock, and he tried to place his hands on her hips, she grabbed his wrists and pressed them flat into the carriage door.

Leila was sat atop him, her height slightly above him now as she loomed over him. His head fell back, so that he could look up at her with his ember filled eyes. Inquiring of her position and motive.

Deranged? Possibly.

But she didn't care. Nothing mattered, but him.

The fevered princess swallowed his shock, taking his mouth with hers in a vengeance. The man moaned into her mouth, his neck urging him harder into the kiss. Leila kissed him frantically, grinding into his length hard between them. They moaned together, a chorus of biting and open mouths and groans as she moved against his lap. Sloppy and desperate. He let her keep his wrists in her hands, which allowed her to angle her hips just the right amount.

They tangled their mouths, his tongue caressing hers. She imagined that's how he fucked, with passionate and hard movements into her mouth. Some slow and languid, some that massaged against her lips just as desperately as she was.

He angled his neck, starting to kiss her even more aggressively. Losing all sense as he licked at her lips in an awe inducing manner.

Leila couldn't help it, between his demanding mouth and the friction underneath her, his hips bucking up to meet her own, she fell apart again. Taehyung panted under her as she cried into his mouth, their lips still connected. Her name leaving his lips like it caused him pain. He pulled his wrists away from her, holding onto her hips with a tight grip as she rode out the rest of her peak.

Leila let her head fall back, her chest heaving sharply. Her hair was stuck to her glistening face, and the prince before her who gazed at her with a dazed expression was not fairing any better.

That was not supposed to happen.

This is all supposed to be for him.

Leila pulled away, watching his eyes darken hungrily. His lips were swollen and cherry like and she wanted nothing more than to place her mouth back over his. But she needed to do this.

Wanted to do it. Desperately.

Her eyes met him in a challenge, as she slid further down his hips. She watched excitedly as she now rested further down his leg, as recognition flared in his eyes.

It was even more exciting to see the pure hunger that lay within him as her finger rasped along his hardness that bulged against the dark leather.

"Let me touch you." Leila seduced him, now placing the entire palm of her hand on him through the material.

He was warm, so warm.

He hissed, watching her through his lashes. Expression contorted with conflict.

"You don't have to." He answered huskily, broken. Giving her a choice, no matter what he yearned for.

"I want to."

"What if he wakes up?"

Her gaze remained on him, even as his eyes flicker in an aggravated manner towards the sleeping advisor.

Leila shrugged, biting at her lip. Watching as he eyes snapped back to her mouth at the gesture. She kept contact, playing with this strings that held the top of his pants together. And then pulled. The top fell open, and the prince let out a gasp, though he was still covered by another lighted fabric.

Their eyes remained connected, even as she leaned forward, placing a kiss on him. He jerked, his whole body responding to the one simple touch.

And Leila was addicted, "I don't care. I really don't fucking care."

"I do."  The man seethed out between gritted teeth, looking as frustrated as he was needy.

So now he decides to be prudent?

"You didn't five minutes ago with your fingers inside me." Leila reminded him, watching him twitch as she ran another trail down his front with a gentle finger.

The man's words were coming out shortly, without much conviction as she continued to touch him, "Under a blanket. He can't see you. If he opens his eyes now, I might have to kill him so he doesn't get any ideas."

The girl shrugged her shoulders, "So kill him."

Of course she didn't truly mean it, but it was enough to make both of them smirk. The man let out a deep breath, as if he were wondering how he was truly allowing it, before nodding his head at her.

Leila grabbed at the hem of his underwear, pulling as her heart pounded in her chest. The adrenaline was coursing through her veins, preparing her for the unknown.

She pulled him out, surprised by the soft velvet of his skin. The hardness of it in her palm. She was a little intimidated now seeing it's size, the veins and the rounded top. He groaned as she stared at him, a light by the simple touch as she held his heat in her palm at the base. She remained quiet, just staring as her cheeks heated.

She really didn't think this through. The nerves finally settled in, and she discovered something worse than the idea of not pleasuring him.

Possibly being bad at it.

"You really don't have to do this if you're not ready." The prince reassures, sitting up with his elbow behind him. He was watching her carefully, as if he would put a stop to it.

But Leila didn't give up easily, she was stubborn.

And, she usually was good at everything. So why would this be any different.

She let her lips curl up in what she hoped was a seductive smile, and slowly made a circle with her hand. Her answer to him was a slow, pump up and down his length.

Taehyung peered down at her, his fists balled tightly as she touched him, "Fuck, Leila."

His deep groan of her name thrilled her, fluttering her stomach and sending heat to her center again. She wanted more from him. More reactions. Wanted him to feel good. Better than he had with anyone else.

"I've never done this before." She said, as she used her hand against him again.

The man strained his hips, his eyes coming to meet her with all the will he had left in his body. Even as he panted under her simple touches, "Only do what you're comfortable with. Nothing more. Anything you do will be perfect."

Leila almost moaned, shifting her hand up and down. Feeling just how smooth, and hot he was. Tracing along a vein toward the back, that made him curse and thrust into her hand. He could be so domineering, and in the same breath so sweet.

It gave her enough of a push to be bold. She gripped him harder, watching moisture collect at the rounded top.

"I want to taste you." She whispered, almost to herself.

Taehyung sat closer, his mouth open with quick breaths as he grabbed the ends of her hair. Tracing along her back until he let his grip settle at her nape, fingers tangled in her main.

"You really will be the death of me Leila." He laughed out between breaths.

She smiled broadly, happy to be his petite mort. Settling her hand at the base of him, she licked once up the side of his length. From the base near her thumb, to the top where pearls were forming.

His grip in her hair became tighter, his eyes narrowed. It was now his turn to bite into his lips to quiet any noise. But he squirmed beneath her, riled by one simple lick.

Oh, yes.

Then, she wrapped her plump lips over his crown. Watching his eyes darken from ember to a deeper midnight, raking on the sight of her mouth fully on him. His lips parted in a sigh as she used her tongue to trace around the entire top, spending more time lapping up the moisture by the slit.

As she began to slowly open her mouth more, sliding up and down the length while using her tongue, his hand went with her. Not pushing, just guiding as he held her hair so that he clearly see him going into her mouth.

The man moaned deeply, the sound finding its way between her thighs as he praised her, "You're doing so good, so good my Ignis."

"Be quiet, or I'll stop." Leila said, only lifting her mouth momentarily.

She was just jesting. She'd never stop. She liked how he became even harder in her mouth. How soft he was, how he even tasted good.

"You'll do no such thing." He said, losing all amusements, while tightening his grip in her hair.

She smiled lazily, before sucking on the skin of his thigh. The man jolted forward, a noise rising in his throat that made her regret telling him to be quiet. She looked up at him through her lashes, licking until she nipped at his navel. Wrapping her hand around him again, teasing as she kissed around him.

The man's eyes were wild as he sat up, losing any semblance of the calm and collected prince. Leila groaned as he used the pad of his thumb to caress her mouth, using her hair to force her head back.

She was wet, pounding again as he lifted her back to his dick. Finished with her teasing, he gently guided her to the tip. He laughed arrogantly as she swiped her tongue out, only gently licking. She wanted him to lose him, to need her mouth on him. That primal heat she felt when he touched her.

Leila ripped it from him when she gently grazed his length with her teeth. A deep growl left his throat, and he pulled her hair even harder, making her cry out with pleasure. She loved it when he did that.

He questioned her with his eyes, still a gentleman before else. When she nodded, he used his grip on her to place her mouth gently on him.

When he began to move his hips in and out, making her mouth accept him. It felt even better, as he used her mouth. Keeping her steady with her hair, his intense eyes never leaving hers as she sucked on him. Her tongue moved over his velvet skin as she sucked in her cheeks, his cheeks increasingly growing red. Sweat sprouting on his brow as his nostrils flared.

"Take all of me, its yours." The prince whispered softly, before commanding her, "All of it."

There was endless moans as she listened, letting him hit the back of her throat. Her name, a million curses. His hips started to move without restraint as he plunged back into her mouth, and Leila couldn't get enough. Even as her eyes watered, and her jaw began to tire.

"Just like that Ignis." He said, brown furrowed with pleasure.

When he used his other hand to touch along her face, a soft gentle caress to reassure. A show of admiration. He held onto her cheek, grazing her skin.

"You look so pretty wrapped around me." He chokes wantonly, eyes glazed as he traced his fingers over her busy, wet mouth. Thumbing at the bottom lip as she moved up and down.

The prince leaned down, holding her neck so that he could speak into her ear. The prince was unhinged, voice low and it felt like his hands were still pressed to her center as he whispered huskily, "Your tongue feels so good. Keep going, just like that. Your dirty little wet mouth, your heat. Imagine how good it will feel inside you Leila, when I fuck you instead of your throat."

Her breath caught, her body surging with emotion, "Taehyung-"

And then he was coming, his name on her tongue sending him over the edge. The man grunted, her name but again finding it's home upon his sweet mouth. His pretty eyes of ink screwed shut, his fangs involuntarily biting into his lips. It was the prettiest thing she'd ever seen, and she kept sucking. Wanting to pull more out of him. He tried to pull her mouth away, but she held on, wanting to taste every part of him. She swallowed his saltiness, enjoying the absolutely consuming look he gave her when he realized she took him all. He jerked his hips once more, face contorting before he fell back into the seat.

The prince's chest exhaled swiftly, but his hand remained in her hair. Softly twirling at the strands. His other thumb swept across her cheekbone, her mouth, smoothing away any mess that was left over. She blushed, nuzzling closer into his palm.

A soft smile touched his lips. A melancholy. A joy. Something that held every emotion in between as he just held her. Looked at her as if he'd never gazed upon anyone before.

"You're too beautiful. Sometimes, sometimes it's-" The words poured out of him with nowhere to go. Morphing into the look of reverence in his expression. Like she was made for him.

As if he couldn't believe what just happened.

That she happened.

Leila felt just as breathless, just as taken with him. But they couldn't cross the line that they already toiled with. It would have to wait, with the poem and the curse.

She lifted herself up, schooling her expression into one that only showed happiness. She crossed her arms over his chest, resting her chin and looking up at him. He adjusted so that he could continue to play with the tiny curls that sprouted around her face.

"How was it?" She asked, giddy. Hiding the deeper feeling that brewed in her chest.

Affection. Longing. The desire to do it all over again. The wish to hold him, to let him drive into her. It poured over her, molten and icy.

She did want all of him. She thought of the way he claimed her as his own. Banishing all thoughts that it wasn't true.

Mine.

Leila kept the lazy smile on her face, to hide her shivers.

There was no climbing back up the cliff they leaped over. Not after today. All they could do was pretend.

The man lost some of his existential seriousness, rolling his eyes at her as he wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her fastened to his chest, "You know it was amazing. Now sleep, you're going to be tired."

The man touched the back of her head, forcing her face to nestle into his chest. She pouted, shooting him a glare he probably couldn't even see.

"I don't want to." Leila protested, moving teasingly against him.

Shocked to see the man was already hardening underneath her again. But she wouldn't convince him, not this time.

Instead he sat up, and used the discarded blanket to wrap her tightly to him. Making it almost impossible to squirm and tease him.

There was pressure on her head as he leaned down, settling into the seat. Leila's heart fluttered pathetically, as she realized he had kissed her crown.

The man let his cheek rest there after, his voice groggy with exhaustion, "Sleep, or I'm going to take you right here, right now. No matter who sees us."

Leila felt her stomach tighten, her thighs pressing together, at enticing threat.

Even so, when she closed her eyes and pressed closer to the prince's chest, his warm embrace around her, she fell asleep peacefully. Wondering if it was a dream when the prince hugged her even tighter to him, his lips peppering small kisses around her face as she slept.

When she woke up, she was disappointed to see the castle. It made sure that their adventure, their aloneness that they felt in the carriage would end. Now they had to worry about backstabbing, treachery, and peering eyes.

Taehyung took in her expression as she lifted her head, smiling as she frowned at him. He whispered for her to move to the corner, and pretend to be sleeping.

She mewled, to groggy from sleep to make sense of anything. He sighed, looking just as disappointed to have to wake her up. To remove her from her cozy spot on his lap and chest.

"Trust me, I want you to move even less than you do."

Leila shook her head.

Impossible.

They hadn't had a moment, just touching, since the night she slept in his bed. She needed this. It was an essential, like drinking water or eating food.

The prince sighed, a gray clouding his eyes as he gave her body one last squeeze. She couldn't protest, not as he lifted her up with all his strength, holding her close until he placed her in the corner. Leila stared up at him with betrayal as he adjusted the blanket, making it look like she'd been there the whole time.

"I'm sorry." He murmured, tapping her bottom lip with his thumb.

His favorite thing to do. Her favorite thing he did.

There eyes fixed on each other, unwilling to move.

Claim me. Forget about all this. Forget about everyone. Who cares if we are damned to darkness? If the light burns everyone but us.

The words died before she could even speak them.

The advisor flew awake, an annoyed grumble in his throat. He wiped at his eyes, turning to see Taehyung hovering over Leila.

And glaring.

Leila sent daggers back. With her foul mood, she was in no place to deal with his attitude. As if he were the one with a right to be angry.

Taehyung gestured for the advisor to leave first, his glare downright terrifying. His authoritative quiet doing bad, bad things to her body.

The advisor rolled his eyes, knowing he was in deep shit when they all settled. The prince would make sure of it.

He stepped out of the carriage. Walking swiftly, away from them. It was only when he flashed under a magicked light that she saw something.

Taehyung grabbed her arm before she could leave the carriage, fixing her with his gaze, "have to stay back to talk with Jeongguk and help make arrangements for your sister. Be careful."

Leila nodded, knowing his warning against his best friend was serious. But she didn't need it. She planned on going right back out to him after she questioned the impulsive man.

The princess trailed after him, trying to keep up. He made it to the gates before she was able to stop him. She squinted her eyes, making sure she wasn't seeing thing before she called out to the man.

"Jimin!"

He stopped, his back faced to her. She only saw a sliver of his jaw as he shifted slightly towards her.

And there it was. A strange trail of brown on Jimin's neck. It looked like a trail of liquid, running down into his uniform.

Her voice was biting, "There is something on you. Probably the blood of all your victims"

It didn't look like blood.

The man turned, his eyes blazing, "It's dried blood, don't even think to touch me."

She reeled back, shocked by his audacity. He was the one who screwed up, and yet he backed away from her as if she threatened his sibling. Even with her hands had been pinned to her sides.

Leila became colder, knowing this situation would not be easy to resolve, "I wasn't going to touch you. And after today, you did a good job at making sure I will never. Send your sister to my rooms until you learn how to treat a friend."

"I wouldn't be so sure." The advisor's eyes flashed wildly, before turning away from her and disappearing down a hall.

Leila ignored the sick feeling in her stomach as she watched her friend flee.

It would sort itself out, in time. It had to.

*******
Lily

He finally noticed her today.

She felt her heart sing as she thought of Namjoon. The way his eyes widened when he met her own. After years of trying to gain his attention, it finally worked.

Well, she had gotten his attention many times before. But as friends. Today, was different.

Lily remembered her talk with Leila, thinking up ways to encourage a man. Leila had told her that during her training, she learned that men were visual creatures. They had giggles all night until they came up with the perfect ploy.

He had been talking with the other nobles, bantering about nothing important in one of the fete rooms.

When Lily oh so elegantly crashed into his glass of wine. And thank god it was wine, blood was way more difficult to remove from clothes.

Namjoon had fussed, his cheeks blushing red as he looked at what he had done. Little did he know. Lily had laughed coyly, taking out her favorite handkerchief. And slowly cleaned the liquid off her chest.

And she'd seen it. The heat in his eyes as she trailed over her breasts. Right before he shook his head, looking over her as he stammered another apology.

How cute. He'd been so flustered.

She replayed the moment, over and over again. She couldn't wait for Leila to return so she could tell her she was a genius.

The young woman's mood soured when she ran into something hard, obviously too distracted to pay attention to what was in front of her.

Her aggravation softened when she looked up to find her brother. A very anxious, and cranky looking version of her brother. Interesting, considering they had just gotten back from a hunting trip.

Perfect! She could have a sleepover with Leila.

She went to sidestep her brother, "Excuse me, I have to-"

His hands locked on her shoulders. Keeping her in place. The same look in his eyes the night that he had used his magic on her.

"Lily, I must speak with you." Her brother insisted, his lips pressed into a harsh line.

Lily tried not to tremble. Her brother was troubled. Unable to handle the circumstances of their life like she had. Even when he lashed out at her, she never retaliated. Sometimes the harshest of people just needed love.

"Now?" She questioned, swallowing nervously. Today had been good to be ruined by one of his foul moods.

As much as she loved him, it could wait.

His brows furrowed, a sad frown showing on his fair face, "Would you deny your brother? Your twin?"

Lily knew she was done for then. How could she? When he had given up so much for her. All they had was each other.

"Never." She said with conviction, gesturing for him to lead the way.

The sadness evaporated from his face as he sent her a genuine smile, her mischievous brother back at the forefront. The one she liked the most.

"Splendid."

When they made it to his chamber, he shut the door tightly. Using some of his magic that he kept hidden from everyone but her to dampen the sound.

She sat with a huff on his bed, growing increasingly suspicious as he checked for any gaps between the door and the wall.

Lily played with strands of her hazelnut brown hair, the color still saturated. Her patience grew thin when he continued to just stand by the door, his shoulders hunched in thought.

"What is it dear brother? We haven't spoken much. Not since you threatened me with your shadow."

She wasn't mad. She just wasn't pleased with the distance between them. His anger was just another part of him, as was the weakness he despised in her.

The man turned to her, genuine regret in his eyes. He was worrying her, his hair a mess. Blood still dried at the corner of his mouth, looking unruly. And so much unlike himself.

"I apologize. You know I care about you above all else."

"Yes, you've always been a good sibling to me." She agreed carefully.

The man stepped closer, crossing his arms in front of him. Close enough that she had to strain to see his face above her. His eyes pleading as his face remained without emotion.

"Which brings me to the purpose of our talk. Lily, I must ask you something of you, something important. Dire."

Lily perked up, reaching out to lay a hand on his crossed arms, "What is it you need?"

He smiled, patting her hand like any older brother would. Then the smile dropped, a new focus entering his face. One she recognized all too well.

He was plotting.

"You see Leila more than I do. You're closer to her, in a physical sense. I'm sure you even bathe together at this point. Which is perfect, she trusts you. More than Taehyung. More than me."

"Jimin-" Lily did not want to let him finish. She closed her eyes, holding her breath. Hoping this was just a dream.

She knew her brother. She knew him.

What he was about to ask of her, would break her.

He ignored her distress. Moving away from her to grab something from a locked chest at his desk. She felt bile rise in her throat as he made his way back. It's like he could see the hysteria rising within her, and he knew to remain even more calm.

"I'm not finished," The man lifts up a vial of dark liquid, the contents swishing like the inside of her stomach, "She trusts you. So she won't expect it when you poison her for me. To weaken her, to keep her disarmed."

"That's treason."

"Precisely." The word left his mouth, as if he found it delicious. His face curled in a smile.

"No, no!" Lily yelled out, her cheat heaving with turmoil. She let out an incredulous giggle, on the brink of insanity, "Is this truly what you ask of me? I could never do that to her, to anyone. But to Leila? What the fuck is going on with you, have you lost your mind?"

She got up from the bed.

He had been warped. But he hadn't been evil. What happened? What happened to her poor brother?

Jimin had already blocked her exit to the door. So she stood, trembling like a leaf before him. She shook her head, begging him to stop.

But he wouldn't. His eyes were beginning to rim with the red of angry tears, his hand pounding at his chest, "I saved you."

And she had been grateful for it everyday since. But this was too much to ask.

"You're my brother, my blood. That's-" She started to say, before the heaving sobs took over control of her voice.

You are supposed to save me.

Jimin tutted, opening his arms. She quickly stepped into them, knowing no other comfort.

He squeezed her tightly as she wept, "Shh, don't cry. I saved you. And now it's time for your restitution."

She froze in his arms. Ripped herself away from the only embrace of family she'd ever known.

"No." It was brittle, but she had said it. Denied him.

She'd never told him no before.

Jimin's eyes flashed in a dangerous manner, his eyes bloodshot.

"You will help me."

She shook her head, tightening her hands into fists. Needing to escape this room. To pretend this was never said.

Lily yelled between her heaving sobs, "I said no, Jimin. I won't betray my friend, or the prince. He's like our brother for goddesses sake. After all these years, how could you turn your back on him?! Why? Just why, I don't understand where all of this is coming from? And if you care for Leila why would you-"

He looked down his nose at her with crawling disgust. He always looked at her like that when she appeared feeble to him. But the gaze softened the more he took in her tears, her nerves that made her whole body shiver.

"Do you want to know why you were almost murdered as a child?" The man asked softly, as if it wasn't the mystery that had been kept from ber her entire life.

Why someone had tried to kill her. Why their parents abandoned them. She'd asked him year after year, but he always told her she was too young to know.

Lily bit at him angrily through the tears, "Of course I do. You know I want that more than anything. But I don't care, tell me or don't. It won't matter, because you won't force my hand."

She started to walk towards the door. Not caring for once if she disappointed him. But his next words stopped her in her tracks, lifting the hair from the back of her neck.

"I won't have to convince you of anything, if you know the truth."

Fuck.

When she turned around her brother was smiling. Lily planted her feet near the door, in case she needed to escape. Her heart pounded as she finally would learn what she wanted to know her entire life. The missing piece that would hopefully answer all of her questions.

"I'll be the judge of that. Tell me." Lily asked, still feeling in control.

Not knowing he had her exactly where he meant for her to be .

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(A/N: well....you all weren't expecting that, were you? HHAhAHHHHAHH. This might actually be the best spicy scene I've ever written.

I told you this chapter was gonna be a banger. NGL I got a little carried away with this one. It was a little too realistic/descriptive. I actually had to take breaks to squeal into my hands while writing it. My bad 😈

He liked seeing her yell and threaten Jimin a little too much. Again this is fantasy so I bend on my morals a bit. Taehyung's character isn't the knight in shining armor, perfect person that JM was in Silk Sheets. He's also not fantasy toxic (like his best friend) in the story. Pretty much all the characters are morally gray, even Leila at certain moments. Its up to the readers/character perspectives who you guys side with.

How did everyone enjoy the chapter?

You see that traitor shit at the end? Y'all just waiiiiitttt it's gonna be amazing you all will love it!!!!!! What do you think Jimin said to Lily? Theories, comments, concerns as always???