The King of Cats
Title: The King of Cats
Author: Ink_River10
Pairing: HanChul & OC female
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Swearing, Sex
Genre: One shot, AU
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior - this fic is for entertainment only!
Summary: Heechul is a King in ancient Egypt, and a mysterious man from China comes to change Heechul’s life forever.
Author’s Note: It is VERY important to say that this entire fic is mine. The plot, however, is only partly mine. There is a significant part of this plot that is NOT my idea. It comes from a series of books by Jacqueline Carey called “Namaah’s Kiss”. Click here more info on this series. I highly recommend these books to anyone and everyone! They’re beautiful and sensual and gorgeous. I also will say that this fic was a gift for a dear friend who did a very detailed Tarot reading for me and asked for a threesome fic with a specific smut detail. So thank you to my friend Shen Tat for the reading. This is also why the fic takes place in Egypt, as that is the pantheon he works with most. All the Gods and Goddesses mentioned in the fic are real Egyptian deities. :)
The King of Cats sat upon his throne, his eyes taking in the splendor around him. The room was full of people. His people. He was King of this empire, and these people had come to see him. It was Saturday, and they had come, as they always came, to bring gifts, seek mediation, and to settle disputes. Today, there were more than usual and Heechul knew it was because of his odd….affliction. He knew they would come with offers of tea and medicine, with magic, with prayers and gifts blessed by the gods. He also knew none of those things would work.
He stroked the head of Kehpri, his faithful cat, and she purred contentedly. Her eyes also surveyed the crowd, and he chuckled to himself, knowing she was sniffing the air for the treats of fish and milk he knew were out there waiting for her.
Heechul Elsayed, nicknamed the ‘King of Cats’, turned his head and looked over at his wife, Jahi. Her cat Oseye was curled in her lap, purring loudly. Jahi smiled a little as she saw Heechul looking at her.
“There is quite a crowd today.” She murmured.
“They all think they can solve the problem.” Heechul snorted, knowing it was useless. It had been over two months since it had happened, and no one had yet been able to help him. He grimaced, looking to his left. Sunshine poured through the long windows, and Heechul prayed that this time would be different, and that maybe there would be someone with the cure. The thing within him began to shift and Heechul clenched his jaw, willing himself to stillness. Whatever it was that was trapped inside him was fighting to get out, and Heechul had trained himself to control what it did to him.
Jahi must have seen him tense up, as her warm hand came to rest gently on his own. “Patience, husband.” She said softly. “There may be someone in the crowd today with answers, or a cure.”
Heechul nodded and sighed, then leaned forward to address the first visitor, putting aside his own discomfort in favor of his responsibilities as King.
The hours passed slowly as the sun’s rays gave over to shadows. They had all come bearing gifts (some extravagant, some simple) and he had graciously accepted them all, and in turn listened to their troubles. By the time the last of them was approaching the steps, his body burned and his mind was a fog. He wanted food and drink, and to sleep.
When the woman standing in front of him had bowed low, he spotted yet another behind her. He glanced at his guard in question, but the man only shrugged. Heechul sighed then smiled as she gifted him with soap she had made herself. He agreed to bless the union of her son and a local girl, and she kissed his hand in thanks. Heechul smiled as she went away, looking pleased.
He lifted his head to greet his last visitor, but then froze. A rage that was both his and not his blossomed inside him.
“YOU!” He shouted, pointed at the man standing in front of him. The man lifted his eyes to Heechul. They were a deep, dark brown and slanted slightly. He was tall, but his clothing indicated that he was not Egyptian. He was carrying a dusty looking sack upon his back, and he was holding a staff. He was leaning on it slightly, looking tired and travel-worn. At Heechul’s shout however, he merely looked surprised.
Instantly the guards stepped forward, surrounding Heechul to protect him, but the man did not move.
“Your highness…” the man began, his voice heavily accented. “I would speak with you.”
“You are the one who did this to me!” Heechul shouted angrily. At his side, Kehpri hissed and arched her back.
“Heechul, wait!” Jahi called. He turned to look at her incredulously. “He is not the same man. Look closer.” She said, coming to stand next to him. Together they looked down at him. The guards did not move, but Heechul peered at him. It was not obvious at first, but now that he looked at the man, he could tell that this was not the same man who had betrayed him and afflicted him with this…thing. This man’s shoulders were broader, and his hair was longer.
Without waiting, Heechul strode down the stairs. The guards parted to allow him past, and they waited at the ready in case the foreigner made a move to hurt the King. But he did not. He stood straighter, his eyes meeting the King’s. His gaze did not waver as Heechul came in front of him, his body shaking with power and the force of keeping this thing at bay.
Jahi joined him a moment later. “Look, he has no scar.” She said quietly. Heechul had also noticed that there was no scar on the man’s face, and yet he looked nearly identical to the man who had come only two months ago and left behind a power hidden inside Heechul’s body that he could not control.
“Who are you?” Heechul demanded.
“My name is Han Geng.” The man said, and although his bearing was still straight and calm, his words were said with difficulty. It was obvious he was trying hard to say the correct words in a language that was not his own.
“A man came two months ago that looks very much like you, and he…” Heechul began, but there were guards here, and this was a secret only he and Jahi knew of. Thankfully, the man saved him from having to reveal it by speaking once more.
“That man was my brother, and he has stolen something of great power. I am tracking him to find it now so that I may return it to its rightful place.”
Heechul turned and looked at his wife to see that her expression of surprise equaled his own. He turned back to the man with the slanted eyes and exhaled. The thing inside him had awoken, and it was taking all his concentration to control it.
“Come with me.” He said, and turned around to walk away. He did not look back to make sure the man was following him.
Once they were inside his private chambers, he closed the door and excused the servant waiting there. He turned to look at Jahi and she smiled. She came forward, kissed him sweetly and whispered, “I will be waiting. Send for me when you are ready.”
Heechul nodded gratefully. His wife was a beautiful and graceful creature, and he knew that without her, he would have gone mad after it had happened. She had calmed the beast within him with her honey voice and her lips, and he had sated his need with her more times than he could count. He watched as she disappeared through the door in a flow dark hair and white linen.
He turned to face the foreigner. “You say your name is Han Geng.” He said, and the man nodded. “Where are you from?”
“I have come from China.” The man said quietly, and Heechul stared at him for a moment in stunned silence. “As I have said before, I am tracking my brother. I think you must have seen him before, yes?” Han Geng asked, his words still broken with odd tones and pauses.
“China? You have come a very long way.” Heechul said. He turned and picked up a goblet, filled it with cool clear water and handed it to the Chinaman. He took it gratefully and swallowed it all. He bowed at the waist in thanks, and Heechul nodded at the gesture. “I think we must sit and discuss this. What is it that your brother has stolen?” He asked, wondering if he was finally going to find out what the thing was that was coiling and uncoiling inside of him at the mere presence of this man. He pointed to a chair and watched as the Chinaman set his bag on the floor, his staff propped against the wall and removed his shoes. Heechul watched in amusement as the man peeled off a few layers of dusty clothing until he was in a thin linen shirt and pants tied with rope.
“It is too warm here.” Han Geng said, a small smile playing about his lips. Heechul nodded. Han Geng sat gracefully opposite him and looked into Heechul’s eyes. “What did my brother tell you?” He asked, and Heechul was taken aback by the direct avoidance of his own question. As king, he was not accustomed to this, but he took a deep breath and decided to allow the Chinaman this one time of disrespect.
“He told me nothing.” Heechul admitted. He looked at the man across from him and wondered if he should let him see it. Han Geng nodded and looked away at the now setting sun through the high windows of the room.
“If I tell you, will you help me find it and return it?”
“If you tell me what IT is, I will.” Heechul answered smoothly. Again there was a moment of silence while Han Geng calculated the risks. Heechul knew this look well, as it was so often on his own face. Finally, Han Geng looked at him again, those dark brown eyes now calm with his decision.
“Long ago my family was chosen to keep secret and protect an ancient magic. They are beings of incredible light and power. Our family has done this for as long as I can remember. My brother is a year older than me, and he has never wanted this responsibility. He has wanted power over rather than the power that comes with sacred responsibility. He wanted to control people to get what he wants. He wanted what this being could give him, so when it was asleep, he encased it within a pearl and stole it. I have been following his trail ever since.”
Heechul regarded the Chinese man across from him, carefully choosing his words. “You have told me your story, yet you have not told me everything.” He said, rising to take the torch from the wall and lighting it with a flint. It sparked to life and he walked about the room, setting the others ablaze. The room lightened considerably. Han Geng watched him as he set the last torch in the bracket. He leaned down and stroked Kehpri’s soft fur. “If I am to help you…” he said, straightening up again, “You will need to tell me what these beings are.”
Han Geng watched the King for a moment, once more judging whether or not to reveal the final truth. He took yet another deep breath and stood as well. Heechul was not surprised to see him rise, as it is what he would have done. Eye to eye they stood, and the King waited to hear what it was that had been trapped inside him for two months.
“It was a dragon, your highness.” Han Geng said softly. “An ancient Ch’in dragon, as old as the earth itself. Without it’s light, our world will fall into war and poverty. I must find it, or die trying.”
Heechul felt the thing inside him rise up, uncoil and begin to sing. Heat flushed through him and he trembled with the force of the dragon’s song. For what seemed like hours encased in seconds, Heechul begged the dragon inside him not to tear him limb from limb to escape. His skin began to erupt in gooseflesh, and he heard Kehpri’s claws scrabbling on the floor to escape. Guilt racked him for scaring his beloved cat, but he had never before felt such power emanating from within him.
With immense concentration and control, he closed his eyes and breathed in and out quietly. When he opened them, Han Geng was staring at him in openmouthed shock. Heechul spoke, his voice miraculously not shaking. “Your quest is only half over. The dragon is here, inside me.”
~~
They talked long into the night. Once Heechul understood what it was living inside him, he was able to speak to the dragon and explain. As soon as the dragon knew what was happening, and that they were discussing how to free him, he released the grip he had upon Heechul’s body and allowed him the first freedom from discomfort he had had in months.
“What did my brother do to trap the dragon inside you?” Han Geng asked, still looking stunned that such a thing had happened.
“I do not think it was his intention to do so.” Heechul said, feeling hesitant about telling the full story lest this man judge him. The ways of his people were different than those of other countries, and he was uncertain that Han Geng would understand. “He had come to the palace and we were curious about him. Jahi and I….took him to our bed.” He said, watching Han Geng’s face for any sign of surprise.
Han Geng only laughed a little, shaking his head. “Jiao is very handsome, and very charming. It does not surprise me that you did so.”
Heechul thought that the man sitting in front of him was more handsome than his brother by far, but he did not say so. “It was….entertaining.” He said, unwilling to get into the details. “But when we awoke in the morning, I felt a presence inside me that was not…me. And Jiao was gone.”
Han Geng shook his head. “He must have lost control of the magic it took to contain the dragon in the pearl while he was with you and your wife.”
Heechul poured his new friend a glass of wine and sat back, eyeing him. Han Geng took the glass and drank some, and Heechul could tell from the look on his face that he liked the taste. “You are taking this rather well. Do you have the same desires as your brother?”
Han Geng nearly choked on his wine as he stared at the King in surprise. His face blushed deep red and Heechul could not help the smirk that widened into a smile.
“Your highness, I am but a humble…” Han Geng began, but the King cut him off smoothly.
“You come here seeking the dragon, and the dragon is within me. Do you have the skill to get him out?” He asked bluntly. Han Geng swallowed the rest of his wine and set the goblet down on a nearby table. He looked at the Egyptian King as if he were searching within him. Heechul was wise enough to see what he was doing. “You wish to see him. You wish for proof that what I say is true.”
“Yes.” Han Geng answered truthfully. Heechul closed his eyes, calling to the dragon to show himself to the Chinaman without destroying his body in the process. Several minutes passed as Heechul allowed the dragon to fully take him over and possess him. When he opened his eyes, the room looked completely different. The colors were brighter, more fierce than he had ever seen them with human eyes. Han Geng stood immediately and fell to his knees, bowing down low before the dragon. He spoke swiftly in a tongue that the dragon understood, but Heechul did not. Moments later, the room returned to normal, yet Han Geng was still prostrate on the floor, his forehead touching stone as he continued to murmur in Chinese.
“Rise.” Heechul said, pulling the man to his feet. “Do you believe me now?”
“Yes.” Han Geng murmured, and there were tears shining in his eyes. “Thank you. I believe I can help you. I believe I can bring the dragon home.”
“Good.” Heechul said wearily. “But we shall do this tomorrow, when I have more strength. I will summon my servant Nkosi to show you the bathhouse, and he will also find a room for you in the palace.”
Once more, Han Geng bowed low. “Thank you, your highness.” He said quietly.
“If we are to share this most dangerous of magical rituals, I ask that you call me Heechul.” He smiled, and when Han Geng smiled back at him, Heechul wondered if the ritual would not bring him as much pleasure as it would pain.
~~
“So it is a dragon within you.” Jahi murmured, her fingers tracing intricate patterns upon his skin in the pale light of morning. “He is a voracious one, then.” She smiled. Heechul kissed his wife lazily, his fingers grazing over one dusk colored nipple. She sighed and arched to meet him, her eyelids fluttering in desire.
“Will you miss it when it’s gone?” Heechul asked, rolling over and pinning her beneath him. She laughed, a musical, joyous laugh that filled his heart with peace. She opened her legs to him and wound her arms around his neck.
“No, it will still be you.” She said, her lips finding his in the pale light as he slid inside of her, thrusting his phallus into her again and again. She cried out with her release and pulled him fully into her. He buried his face into her silken hair and emptied his seed inside her, riding the waves of pleasure that burst from within him. They fell back to the bed and she stretched like a cat beside him. She stroked his hair thoughtfully and said, “I wonder if he will be a good lover for you.”
“His brother was memorable.” Heechul shrugged, sitting up in bed and standing naked in the warm light. She watched him as he gave Kehpri a familiar scratch on the ears. “But I have a feeling Han Geng will be more so.”
“Oh?” She smiled wickedly. Heechul chuckled and pulled on a robe.
“I’m going to go see how he is now. Now that the dragon knows he’ll be free soon, he is anxious to go.” Heechul said, and then lowered his voice even more. “And I will be glad when he does, though sad to see Han Geng go with him.”
Jahi watched her husband as he left the room and wondered how much of her husband’s heart was already stolen by the mysterious Chinaman.
~~
When he entered the room, Han Geng was already dressed in clean clothes and looking out the window. The sun was shining brightly again, and Heechul smiled, praying that the Gods would be with him today. As always, the dragon disliked his unknown Gods, and there was a shifting discomfort within him.
“Peace, dragon.” Heechul murmured. “You will be free soon.”
“Good morning.” Han Geng said, bowing once more. “Thank you for your hospitality, your highness. The room was comfortable. And the bed….” He hesitated, and then laughed a little. “I am not accustomed to such luxury.”
Heechul glanced at the bed and was surprised to see that it was a simple one - nothing like the bed he shared in his rooms with Jahi. He suppressed a laugh and shook his head. “You must be hungry, yes?”
Han Geng nodded, and Heechul beckoned him to follow. They joined Jahi and some of the members of their family. They dined well, and everyone seemed curious about the foreigner. Han Geng was polite and struggled a little with the language, but all in all he was a much better companion than Jiao had been. Heechul found himself watching the way the Chinese man moved, how the muscles in his shoulders moved beneath the simple linen shirt, and how well defined his thighs looked under the fabric of his trousers. His mind wandered, and only when Jahi cleared her throat and pinched him under the table did he realize he had been staring.
He ended their meal quickly and made his thanks and excuses with the others. Han Geng followed him to the same room they had spoken in the night before. The servants had extinguished the torches and replaced them with fresh ones for the evening. The wine had also been replenished, and the room was cool in the heat of the day.
“I would like to speak with you about how you plan on doing this.” Heechul asked mildly, watching him. As expected, Han Geng’s face turned crimson for a moment, and he took a long, deep breath.
“I am not sure, my Lord, but I have some ideas. If I am correct, the pearl is hidden inside you. I must find it and remove it.”
Heechul could not help smile at the uncomfortable way that Han Geng spoke of this. “Will it be…difficult?” He asked. Han Geng nodded, his eyes not quite meeting Heechul’s. “Will it be…uncomfortable?” Again Han Geng nodded, still looking away.
Heechul was a King of Egypt, and was accustomed to taking what he wanted. He walked to stand beside Han Geng and took his chin, lifting it so that his eyes met his own.
“Do you find the idea of being intimate with me not to your liking?” He asked, his voice low with meaning. Instantly Han Geng’s eyes widened, and his mouth opened in surprise.
“What? No!” He said, looking embarrassed and alarmed. “No, your highness. The thought does not……….does not…” he stammered, trying to find the right words in his flustered state. Heechul smiled and leaned in, trailing his tongue along the perfect bow of Han Geng’s lips.
“Good.” He whispered. He heard a soft sigh and knew the answer to his question. Han Geng did not withdraw, but instead matched the kiss with his own. In just moments, the heat and desire was roaring to life and within him, the dragon rumbled in anticipation. Heechul stepped away, knowing he would need time to prepare. This man had already set his blood afire and it was not yet midday.
“What…” Han Geng began, his face still flushed from the kiss. “What of your wife?”
“What of her?” Heechul said, gulping down a huge glass of wine to calm himself.
“Will she….does she…”
“Jahi will join us only if you are willing to have her there. Otherwise we will be alone.”
“Oh.” Han Geng said, and the look on his face might have been comical had this been a different situation. Heechul could tell he was confused as to which he would prefer. Having Jahi there might feel awkward for Han Geng, but having her there would also enrich the experience, and Heechul knew well enough that his wife would do everything in her power to make sure they were both sated and happy when this was all over. And the dragon? Who knew what would happen when he was finally set free. Having another person there who knew the whole story might be beneficial.
“I will let you decide.” Heechul said, drawing his hand over the Chinaman’s warm, pale cheek. “In the meantime, I have business to attend to. I shall see you this evening.” He said. And with that, he left the room.
~~
Heechul could not recall having such a long day, or one filled with more irritating, trivial things. It seemed that Ra was mocking him by staying in the sky for more time than he should. Heechul made prayers to Nephthys for night to come, for the moon to bless the joining that he so badly wanted. He made prayers to the Goddess Bast. He listened to his advisors, rode upon his horse throughout the city, fed Kehpri, Oseye and their other beloved pets, and waited for night to fall.
Dinner was torture, yet sweet and delicious. In honor of their guest, the cooks and servants had laid out a sumptuous feast. The wine flowed, the laughter rang through the hall, and within him, the dragon coiled endlessly, waited for release. More than once he caught Han Geng’s eyes across the table. This time however, the shyness was gone. There was a light in the Chinaman’s eyes…an unspoken promise that Heechul could feel even in the midst of the revelers.
Finally, when they had had enough to eat and drink, one by one the table emptied, leaving only the King, his Queen and their foreign guest.
Jahi rose to her feet first, her graceful, lithe body brushing against Heechul’s as she moved. “You are our honored guest this evening, Han Geng of China. Come with me now.” She said. Han Geng nodded and rose. Heechul followed his wife and his soon-to-be lover to their bedchamber.
Ever the gracious hostess, Jahi had the torches already lit and the room was warm and comfortable. There were beeswax candles and jugs of wine nearby. When the door was closed, she came to stand next to Heechul, facing Han Geng.
“What is your decision?” She asked him kindly.
“My lady, I would not part you from your husband on such an important night.” Han Geng spoke softly, and Jahi’s eyes sparkled with delight.
“Then I will strive to make it memorable.” She smiled. Heechul stepped forward and pulled the Chinaman towards him, enveloping him in his arms. The dragon roared in approval as he kissed him, releasing hours and hours of pent up desire. Heechul pushed him back down onto the bed, covering the slender man’s body with his own. Behind him, he could feel Jahi’s fingers loosening his clothing, and he moved to let her.
It was apparent that Han Geng had been feeling the same way all during the daylight hours, as he kissed Heechul back with fervor. He opened his body to him, allowing Heechul to take the lead. With Jahi’s help he was soon naked and was setting to work on Han Geng’s clothing as well.
“The dragon is eager.” Heechul murmured, his tongue licking fire along Han Geng’s shoulder to his neck. The other responded by arching against him, the rigid length of his cock already hard against Heechul’s thigh. “I am eager too.”
Han Geng moaned helplessly as Heechul’s deft fingers closed over him, stroking him slowly and torturously. Heechul felt a surge of lust and power to see him surrender so easily. He knew Han Geng had believed this would be a coupling only for the purpose of releasing the dragon, but Heechul did not want to let him go so soon. He knew how well his fingers worked and if he was not careful, he would send Han Geng over the edge too soon. No, he would make this last.
Behind him, Jahi was applying oils to his skin, making everything even more deliciously heated. She kissed her way along his spine to the back of his neck, her breasts pressed against his lower back. Heechul groaned at the sensation as Han Geng’s fingers reached between them.
“I have waited all day for this.” Heechul hissed as Han Geng’s fingers stroked him, matching the rhythm he himself was setting. He wanted more, but he knew if they kept on like this, their release would come too soon.
He pulled back and hummed in amusement when Han Geng cried out at the loss of pressure. His hands reached out in the dim light, finding Heechul and pulling him back in for a kiss. “I was not done yet.” He ground out between clenched teeth, and Heechul shivered at the commanding tone. Jahi smiled, licking her lips as she lowered her mouth to Han Geng’s arousal.
The yell that escaped him was muffled by Heechul’s mouth, and he nipped his lip as Jahi’s mouth worked upon him.
“We were not done yet either.” He chuckled as Han Geng writhed helplessly under him. He badly wanted to bury himself inside him, but it was too soon. Jahi rose, graceful as a cat, her skin gleaming in the firelight. She was both beautiful and wicked as she impaled herself onto Han Geng’s cock. She threw back her head and moaned as he filled her, and Heechul was again amazed at the beauty of his wife as she rode the other man, her hips moving in an ancient rhythm that shook her body with pleasure. As if on instinct, Heechul suckled her breasts as she rode Han Geng to her orgasm, her sharp cry piercing the room and echoing off the walls.
She rolled off him, her eyes drowsy with the aftermath, but Han Geng merely gasped, his own release not yet fulfilled. “Please…” He whispered. Heechul smiled a wicked grin and settled himself back over Han Geng’s sweat slick body. The friction was making them both crazy, and within him the dragon keened and sang for freedom. He kissed the Chinese man thoroughly, building the intensity higher and higher again until Han Geng was gasping and writhing underneath him.
Heechul could no longer control himself or the dragon. “Now…..I want you to do this now. I want you inside me now, all of you.”
There was a low growl and then Heechul was being rolled sideways, his hands coming to rest on Jahi’s hips. Her eyes were dark with desire as she watched Han Geng move quickly, lifting Heechul’s knees to come to rest between them. The hard ridge of his cock pressed hotly against Heechul’s entrance, and then all coherent thought left him. Moaning with need, he begged helplessly as Han Geng prepared him. The oil Jahi had given him made the pressure of his desire even hotter and he was being dragged away with it.
He felt Han Geng’s hands slide once more under his knees and lift, and he was exposed, wide open, vulnerable and waiting. When Han Geng slide inside him, he let out a wordless howl that was echoed in his head by the dragon. Slowly, torturously, Han Geng began to fuck him, burying himself to the hilt and then withdrawing, pushing back in until Heechul’s mind was a white, thrumming haze of pleasure.
Faster and faster he went, and Heechul could feel Jahi kissing him here and there, her sweet scent adding to the delicious dragon song inside his head. With effort he opened his eyes to see Han Geng above him, his chest glistening with sweat and oil, his eyes dark with lust and desire. He was more beautiful than any man Heechul had ever known. Love seemed to break open his chest unbidden as the other man thrust inside him, the tip of his cock seeming to break through what defenses Heechul had left.
And then he could feel it loosening inside him, his heart was opening, his eyes opening, expanding to see as the dragon saw. He could feel the dragon vibrating inside him, and the ache of it was almost too much to bear.
He felt Jahi’s skilled fingers close around his cock, stroking him towards the edge of madness and he howled, screamed, the sound tearing out of his throat as he came, the dragon roaring and clawing its way out of him. He felt Han Geng come, buried deep inside him, the hot seed filling him full.
“Now….now….I have to do it now…” Han Geng gasped, pulling away. Heechul cried out as the heat of Han Geng’s cock left him, and the separation felt like a knife through his chest.
“No…please…” He reached for him, but Han Geng’s body was against him again, his hands covering him, warm and slick and wet, sliding inside him as if they knew where to be. Heechul let out a gasp of shock as Han Geng’s fingers curved and twisted inside him, and then he cried out again as wave after wave of white hot pain and pleasure rippled over his skin, leaving him breathless. And still Han Geng went further, past the boundaries that any man or woman had ever gone before. Heechul could feel the pressure like a vise closing in on him, and he dragged in air like a drowning man.
“Stay with me.” Han Geng whispered, his voice sounded like a life line in a storm of sensation.
“Heechul, stay with us, breathe, love.” Jahi spoke, and the music of her voice was calming, soothing, reaching past the burn and the pleasure to ground him. He tried to breathe, every breath was like fire and ice inside him. And still Han Geng pressed further, his fingers inside Heechul’s body, slick with oil to make the passage easier.
And then, like a dam bursting open, there was a high pitched sound that erupted from Heechul’s lips as Han Geng’s fingers closed around the dragon pearl within him. Slowly, turning, twisting, coaxing, pressing, urging, the dragon pearl burning like wildfire inside his body, Han Geng grasped the pearl and pulled gently.
A shearing, burning sensation filled him, the ache of loss, the grief, the power of the ancient creature left him and he fell back on the bed, his face wet with tears. Immediately his two lovers were there, their voices and their lips drawing him back to them.
The dragon was gone.
There was gentleness, and the feeling of silk and linen, and then a blinding bright light. He could see Han Geng above him, the pearl clenched tightly in his fist. It was emitting so much light that it was turning the rest into shadow. Quickly Han Geng stood, his glorious naked form sprinting across the room as he searched for his clothing. He found and located a small bag within the pocket of his trousers and lowered the pearl lovingly into it. Immediately the light dimmed again, and Heechul felt himself sag back into the bed, his wife wrapped around him like a soothing cloak.
“Are you all right?” She asked softly. Heechul could only nod. He had not expected to feel such a feeling of loss now that the dragon was gone. And then the bed dipped, and Han Geng was there, his strong arms encasing Heechul in them.
“You did it.” Han Geng kissed his lips, a balm to his grief. Heechul nodded, his eyelids heavy from the exertion. Lovingly resting between the two of them, Heechul fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
~~
“Are you leaving so soon?” Heechul asked, his tone carefully hiding his sadness. Han Geng knew though. Heechul felt that Han Geng would always know exactly what he was thinking from now on.
“I have to return the pearl to China and set the dragon free.” Han Geng said quietly, and he too looked sorrowful about leaving.
Jahi stood from her throne, Oseye at her feet. The cat miaowed a mournful cry that echoed in Heechul’s heart. Jahi walked gracefully down the steps and bestowed a chaste kiss upon Han Geng’s pale cheek. “You are welcome here anytime you wish to return. And we hope you do.”
Han Geng smiled at her and nodded. Heechul stood as well, his body still aching with the aftershocks of their lovemaking and the dragon’s leaving. He stood straight, his spine rigid as his heart mourned. He too walked regally down the steps and stood in front of his Chinaman, bracing himself for their goodbyes.
“I owe you more than I can say.” Heechul said quietly, so that no other than the three of them heard it. “And I will miss you more than you will ever know.”
“If our Gods will it, I will return someday.” Han Geng said softly. He embraced Heechul and stepped back, bowing to them both. The action made Heechul’s heart twist painfully, knowing he may never see him again. Han Geng turned slowly, the dragon pearl encased safely in a box within his bag.
They watched as he walked away out of the palace, but never out of the heart of the King of Cats.
The End
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Author: Ink_River10
Pairing: HanChul & OC female
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Swearing, Sex
Genre: One shot, AU
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior - this fic is for entertainment only!
Summary: Heechul is a King in ancient Egypt, and a mysterious man from China comes to change Heechul’s life forever.
Author’s Note: It is VERY important to say that this entire fic is mine. The plot, however, is only partly mine. There is a significant part of this plot that is NOT my idea. It comes from a series of books by Jacqueline Carey called “Namaah’s Kiss”. Click here more info on this series. I highly recommend these books to anyone and everyone! They’re beautiful and sensual and gorgeous. I also will say that this fic was a gift for a dear friend who did a very detailed Tarot reading for me and asked for a threesome fic with a specific smut detail. So thank you to my friend Shen Tat for the reading. This is also why the fic takes place in Egypt, as that is the pantheon he works with most. All the Gods and Goddesses mentioned in the fic are real Egyptian deities. :)
The King of Cats sat upon his throne, his eyes taking in the splendor around him. The room was full of people. His people. He was King of this empire, and these people had come to see him. It was Saturday, and they had come, as they always came, to bring gifts, seek mediation, and to settle disputes. Today, there were more than usual and Heechul knew it was because of his odd….affliction. He knew they would come with offers of tea and medicine, with magic, with prayers and gifts blessed by the gods. He also knew none of those things would work.
He stroked the head of Kehpri, his faithful cat, and she purred contentedly. Her eyes also surveyed the crowd, and he chuckled to himself, knowing she was sniffing the air for the treats of fish and milk he knew were out there waiting for her.
Heechul Elsayed, nicknamed the ‘King of Cats’, turned his head and looked over at his wife, Jahi. Her cat Oseye was curled in her lap, purring loudly. Jahi smiled a little as she saw Heechul looking at her.
“There is quite a crowd today.” She murmured.
“They all think they can solve the problem.” Heechul snorted, knowing it was useless. It had been over two months since it had happened, and no one had yet been able to help him. He grimaced, looking to his left. Sunshine poured through the long windows, and Heechul prayed that this time would be different, and that maybe there would be someone with the cure. The thing within him began to shift and Heechul clenched his jaw, willing himself to stillness. Whatever it was that was trapped inside him was fighting to get out, and Heechul had trained himself to control what it did to him.
Jahi must have seen him tense up, as her warm hand came to rest gently on his own. “Patience, husband.” She said softly. “There may be someone in the crowd today with answers, or a cure.”
Heechul nodded and sighed, then leaned forward to address the first visitor, putting aside his own discomfort in favor of his responsibilities as King.
The hours passed slowly as the sun’s rays gave over to shadows. They had all come bearing gifts (some extravagant, some simple) and he had graciously accepted them all, and in turn listened to their troubles. By the time the last of them was approaching the steps, his body burned and his mind was a fog. He wanted food and drink, and to sleep.
When the woman standing in front of him had bowed low, he spotted yet another behind her. He glanced at his guard in question, but the man only shrugged. Heechul sighed then smiled as she gifted him with soap she had made herself. He agreed to bless the union of her son and a local girl, and she kissed his hand in thanks. Heechul smiled as she went away, looking pleased.
He lifted his head to greet his last visitor, but then froze. A rage that was both his and not his blossomed inside him.
“YOU!” He shouted, pointed at the man standing in front of him. The man lifted his eyes to Heechul. They were a deep, dark brown and slanted slightly. He was tall, but his clothing indicated that he was not Egyptian. He was carrying a dusty looking sack upon his back, and he was holding a staff. He was leaning on it slightly, looking tired and travel-worn. At Heechul’s shout however, he merely looked surprised.
Instantly the guards stepped forward, surrounding Heechul to protect him, but the man did not move.
“Your highness…” the man began, his voice heavily accented. “I would speak with you.”
“You are the one who did this to me!” Heechul shouted angrily. At his side, Kehpri hissed and arched her back.
“Heechul, wait!” Jahi called. He turned to look at her incredulously. “He is not the same man. Look closer.” She said, coming to stand next to him. Together they looked down at him. The guards did not move, but Heechul peered at him. It was not obvious at first, but now that he looked at the man, he could tell that this was not the same man who had betrayed him and afflicted him with this…thing. This man’s shoulders were broader, and his hair was longer.
Without waiting, Heechul strode down the stairs. The guards parted to allow him past, and they waited at the ready in case the foreigner made a move to hurt the King. But he did not. He stood straighter, his eyes meeting the King’s. His gaze did not waver as Heechul came in front of him, his body shaking with power and the force of keeping this thing at bay.
Jahi joined him a moment later. “Look, he has no scar.” She said quietly. Heechul had also noticed that there was no scar on the man’s face, and yet he looked nearly identical to the man who had come only two months ago and left behind a power hidden inside Heechul’s body that he could not control.
“Who are you?” Heechul demanded.
“My name is Han Geng.” The man said, and although his bearing was still straight and calm, his words were said with difficulty. It was obvious he was trying hard to say the correct words in a language that was not his own.
“A man came two months ago that looks very much like you, and he…” Heechul began, but there were guards here, and this was a secret only he and Jahi knew of. Thankfully, the man saved him from having to reveal it by speaking once more.
“That man was my brother, and he has stolen something of great power. I am tracking him to find it now so that I may return it to its rightful place.”
Heechul turned and looked at his wife to see that her expression of surprise equaled his own. He turned back to the man with the slanted eyes and exhaled. The thing inside him had awoken, and it was taking all his concentration to control it.
“Come with me.” He said, and turned around to walk away. He did not look back to make sure the man was following him.
Once they were inside his private chambers, he closed the door and excused the servant waiting there. He turned to look at Jahi and she smiled. She came forward, kissed him sweetly and whispered, “I will be waiting. Send for me when you are ready.”
Heechul nodded gratefully. His wife was a beautiful and graceful creature, and he knew that without her, he would have gone mad after it had happened. She had calmed the beast within him with her honey voice and her lips, and he had sated his need with her more times than he could count. He watched as she disappeared through the door in a flow dark hair and white linen.
He turned to face the foreigner. “You say your name is Han Geng.” He said, and the man nodded. “Where are you from?”
“I have come from China.” The man said quietly, and Heechul stared at him for a moment in stunned silence. “As I have said before, I am tracking my brother. I think you must have seen him before, yes?” Han Geng asked, his words still broken with odd tones and pauses.
“China? You have come a very long way.” Heechul said. He turned and picked up a goblet, filled it with cool clear water and handed it to the Chinaman. He took it gratefully and swallowed it all. He bowed at the waist in thanks, and Heechul nodded at the gesture. “I think we must sit and discuss this. What is it that your brother has stolen?” He asked, wondering if he was finally going to find out what the thing was that was coiling and uncoiling inside of him at the mere presence of this man. He pointed to a chair and watched as the Chinaman set his bag on the floor, his staff propped against the wall and removed his shoes. Heechul watched in amusement as the man peeled off a few layers of dusty clothing until he was in a thin linen shirt and pants tied with rope.
“It is too warm here.” Han Geng said, a small smile playing about his lips. Heechul nodded. Han Geng sat gracefully opposite him and looked into Heechul’s eyes. “What did my brother tell you?” He asked, and Heechul was taken aback by the direct avoidance of his own question. As king, he was not accustomed to this, but he took a deep breath and decided to allow the Chinaman this one time of disrespect.
“He told me nothing.” Heechul admitted. He looked at the man across from him and wondered if he should let him see it. Han Geng nodded and looked away at the now setting sun through the high windows of the room.
“If I tell you, will you help me find it and return it?”
“If you tell me what IT is, I will.” Heechul answered smoothly. Again there was a moment of silence while Han Geng calculated the risks. Heechul knew this look well, as it was so often on his own face. Finally, Han Geng looked at him again, those dark brown eyes now calm with his decision.
“Long ago my family was chosen to keep secret and protect an ancient magic. They are beings of incredible light and power. Our family has done this for as long as I can remember. My brother is a year older than me, and he has never wanted this responsibility. He has wanted power over rather than the power that comes with sacred responsibility. He wanted to control people to get what he wants. He wanted what this being could give him, so when it was asleep, he encased it within a pearl and stole it. I have been following his trail ever since.”
Heechul regarded the Chinese man across from him, carefully choosing his words. “You have told me your story, yet you have not told me everything.” He said, rising to take the torch from the wall and lighting it with a flint. It sparked to life and he walked about the room, setting the others ablaze. The room lightened considerably. Han Geng watched him as he set the last torch in the bracket. He leaned down and stroked Kehpri’s soft fur. “If I am to help you…” he said, straightening up again, “You will need to tell me what these beings are.”
Han Geng watched the King for a moment, once more judging whether or not to reveal the final truth. He took yet another deep breath and stood as well. Heechul was not surprised to see him rise, as it is what he would have done. Eye to eye they stood, and the King waited to hear what it was that had been trapped inside him for two months.
“It was a dragon, your highness.” Han Geng said softly. “An ancient Ch’in dragon, as old as the earth itself. Without it’s light, our world will fall into war and poverty. I must find it, or die trying.”
Heechul felt the thing inside him rise up, uncoil and begin to sing. Heat flushed through him and he trembled with the force of the dragon’s song. For what seemed like hours encased in seconds, Heechul begged the dragon inside him not to tear him limb from limb to escape. His skin began to erupt in gooseflesh, and he heard Kehpri’s claws scrabbling on the floor to escape. Guilt racked him for scaring his beloved cat, but he had never before felt such power emanating from within him.
With immense concentration and control, he closed his eyes and breathed in and out quietly. When he opened them, Han Geng was staring at him in openmouthed shock. Heechul spoke, his voice miraculously not shaking. “Your quest is only half over. The dragon is here, inside me.”
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They talked long into the night. Once Heechul understood what it was living inside him, he was able to speak to the dragon and explain. As soon as the dragon knew what was happening, and that they were discussing how to free him, he released the grip he had upon Heechul’s body and allowed him the first freedom from discomfort he had had in months.
“What did my brother do to trap the dragon inside you?” Han Geng asked, still looking stunned that such a thing had happened.
“I do not think it was his intention to do so.” Heechul said, feeling hesitant about telling the full story lest this man judge him. The ways of his people were different than those of other countries, and he was uncertain that Han Geng would understand. “He had come to the palace and we were curious about him. Jahi and I….took him to our bed.” He said, watching Han Geng’s face for any sign of surprise.
Han Geng only laughed a little, shaking his head. “Jiao is very handsome, and very charming. It does not surprise me that you did so.”
Heechul thought that the man sitting in front of him was more handsome than his brother by far, but he did not say so. “It was….entertaining.” He said, unwilling to get into the details. “But when we awoke in the morning, I felt a presence inside me that was not…me. And Jiao was gone.”
Han Geng shook his head. “He must have lost control of the magic it took to contain the dragon in the pearl while he was with you and your wife.”
Heechul poured his new friend a glass of wine and sat back, eyeing him. Han Geng took the glass and drank some, and Heechul could tell from the look on his face that he liked the taste. “You are taking this rather well. Do you have the same desires as your brother?”
Han Geng nearly choked on his wine as he stared at the King in surprise. His face blushed deep red and Heechul could not help the smirk that widened into a smile.
“Your highness, I am but a humble…” Han Geng began, but the King cut him off smoothly.
“You come here seeking the dragon, and the dragon is within me. Do you have the skill to get him out?” He asked bluntly. Han Geng swallowed the rest of his wine and set the goblet down on a nearby table. He looked at the Egyptian King as if he were searching within him. Heechul was wise enough to see what he was doing. “You wish to see him. You wish for proof that what I say is true.”
“Yes.” Han Geng answered truthfully. Heechul closed his eyes, calling to the dragon to show himself to the Chinaman without destroying his body in the process. Several minutes passed as Heechul allowed the dragon to fully take him over and possess him. When he opened his eyes, the room looked completely different. The colors were brighter, more fierce than he had ever seen them with human eyes. Han Geng stood immediately and fell to his knees, bowing down low before the dragon. He spoke swiftly in a tongue that the dragon understood, but Heechul did not. Moments later, the room returned to normal, yet Han Geng was still prostrate on the floor, his forehead touching stone as he continued to murmur in Chinese.
“Rise.” Heechul said, pulling the man to his feet. “Do you believe me now?”
“Yes.” Han Geng murmured, and there were tears shining in his eyes. “Thank you. I believe I can help you. I believe I can bring the dragon home.”
“Good.” Heechul said wearily. “But we shall do this tomorrow, when I have more strength. I will summon my servant Nkosi to show you the bathhouse, and he will also find a room for you in the palace.”
Once more, Han Geng bowed low. “Thank you, your highness.” He said quietly.
“If we are to share this most dangerous of magical rituals, I ask that you call me Heechul.” He smiled, and when Han Geng smiled back at him, Heechul wondered if the ritual would not bring him as much pleasure as it would pain.
~~
“So it is a dragon within you.” Jahi murmured, her fingers tracing intricate patterns upon his skin in the pale light of morning. “He is a voracious one, then.” She smiled. Heechul kissed his wife lazily, his fingers grazing over one dusk colored nipple. She sighed and arched to meet him, her eyelids fluttering in desire.
“Will you miss it when it’s gone?” Heechul asked, rolling over and pinning her beneath him. She laughed, a musical, joyous laugh that filled his heart with peace. She opened her legs to him and wound her arms around his neck.
“No, it will still be you.” She said, her lips finding his in the pale light as he slid inside of her, thrusting his phallus into her again and again. She cried out with her release and pulled him fully into her. He buried his face into her silken hair and emptied his seed inside her, riding the waves of pleasure that burst from within him. They fell back to the bed and she stretched like a cat beside him. She stroked his hair thoughtfully and said, “I wonder if he will be a good lover for you.”
“His brother was memorable.” Heechul shrugged, sitting up in bed and standing naked in the warm light. She watched him as he gave Kehpri a familiar scratch on the ears. “But I have a feeling Han Geng will be more so.”
“Oh?” She smiled wickedly. Heechul chuckled and pulled on a robe.
“I’m going to go see how he is now. Now that the dragon knows he’ll be free soon, he is anxious to go.” Heechul said, and then lowered his voice even more. “And I will be glad when he does, though sad to see Han Geng go with him.”
Jahi watched her husband as he left the room and wondered how much of her husband’s heart was already stolen by the mysterious Chinaman.
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When he entered the room, Han Geng was already dressed in clean clothes and looking out the window. The sun was shining brightly again, and Heechul smiled, praying that the Gods would be with him today. As always, the dragon disliked his unknown Gods, and there was a shifting discomfort within him.
“Peace, dragon.” Heechul murmured. “You will be free soon.”
“Good morning.” Han Geng said, bowing once more. “Thank you for your hospitality, your highness. The room was comfortable. And the bed….” He hesitated, and then laughed a little. “I am not accustomed to such luxury.”
Heechul glanced at the bed and was surprised to see that it was a simple one - nothing like the bed he shared in his rooms with Jahi. He suppressed a laugh and shook his head. “You must be hungry, yes?”
Han Geng nodded, and Heechul beckoned him to follow. They joined Jahi and some of the members of their family. They dined well, and everyone seemed curious about the foreigner. Han Geng was polite and struggled a little with the language, but all in all he was a much better companion than Jiao had been. Heechul found himself watching the way the Chinese man moved, how the muscles in his shoulders moved beneath the simple linen shirt, and how well defined his thighs looked under the fabric of his trousers. His mind wandered, and only when Jahi cleared her throat and pinched him under the table did he realize he had been staring.
He ended their meal quickly and made his thanks and excuses with the others. Han Geng followed him to the same room they had spoken in the night before. The servants had extinguished the torches and replaced them with fresh ones for the evening. The wine had also been replenished, and the room was cool in the heat of the day.
“I would like to speak with you about how you plan on doing this.” Heechul asked mildly, watching him. As expected, Han Geng’s face turned crimson for a moment, and he took a long, deep breath.
“I am not sure, my Lord, but I have some ideas. If I am correct, the pearl is hidden inside you. I must find it and remove it.”
Heechul could not help smile at the uncomfortable way that Han Geng spoke of this. “Will it be…difficult?” He asked. Han Geng nodded, his eyes not quite meeting Heechul’s. “Will it be…uncomfortable?” Again Han Geng nodded, still looking away.
Heechul was a King of Egypt, and was accustomed to taking what he wanted. He walked to stand beside Han Geng and took his chin, lifting it so that his eyes met his own.
“Do you find the idea of being intimate with me not to your liking?” He asked, his voice low with meaning. Instantly Han Geng’s eyes widened, and his mouth opened in surprise.
“What? No!” He said, looking embarrassed and alarmed. “No, your highness. The thought does not……….does not…” he stammered, trying to find the right words in his flustered state. Heechul smiled and leaned in, trailing his tongue along the perfect bow of Han Geng’s lips.
“Good.” He whispered. He heard a soft sigh and knew the answer to his question. Han Geng did not withdraw, but instead matched the kiss with his own. In just moments, the heat and desire was roaring to life and within him, the dragon rumbled in anticipation. Heechul stepped away, knowing he would need time to prepare. This man had already set his blood afire and it was not yet midday.
“What…” Han Geng began, his face still flushed from the kiss. “What of your wife?”
“What of her?” Heechul said, gulping down a huge glass of wine to calm himself.
“Will she….does she…”
“Jahi will join us only if you are willing to have her there. Otherwise we will be alone.”
“Oh.” Han Geng said, and the look on his face might have been comical had this been a different situation. Heechul could tell he was confused as to which he would prefer. Having Jahi there might feel awkward for Han Geng, but having her there would also enrich the experience, and Heechul knew well enough that his wife would do everything in her power to make sure they were both sated and happy when this was all over. And the dragon? Who knew what would happen when he was finally set free. Having another person there who knew the whole story might be beneficial.
“I will let you decide.” Heechul said, drawing his hand over the Chinaman’s warm, pale cheek. “In the meantime, I have business to attend to. I shall see you this evening.” He said. And with that, he left the room.
~~
Heechul could not recall having such a long day, or one filled with more irritating, trivial things. It seemed that Ra was mocking him by staying in the sky for more time than he should. Heechul made prayers to Nephthys for night to come, for the moon to bless the joining that he so badly wanted. He made prayers to the Goddess Bast. He listened to his advisors, rode upon his horse throughout the city, fed Kehpri, Oseye and their other beloved pets, and waited for night to fall.
Dinner was torture, yet sweet and delicious. In honor of their guest, the cooks and servants had laid out a sumptuous feast. The wine flowed, the laughter rang through the hall, and within him, the dragon coiled endlessly, waited for release. More than once he caught Han Geng’s eyes across the table. This time however, the shyness was gone. There was a light in the Chinaman’s eyes…an unspoken promise that Heechul could feel even in the midst of the revelers.
Finally, when they had had enough to eat and drink, one by one the table emptied, leaving only the King, his Queen and their foreign guest.
Jahi rose to her feet first, her graceful, lithe body brushing against Heechul’s as she moved. “You are our honored guest this evening, Han Geng of China. Come with me now.” She said. Han Geng nodded and rose. Heechul followed his wife and his soon-to-be lover to their bedchamber.
Ever the gracious hostess, Jahi had the torches already lit and the room was warm and comfortable. There were beeswax candles and jugs of wine nearby. When the door was closed, she came to stand next to Heechul, facing Han Geng.
“What is your decision?” She asked him kindly.
“My lady, I would not part you from your husband on such an important night.” Han Geng spoke softly, and Jahi’s eyes sparkled with delight.
“Then I will strive to make it memorable.” She smiled. Heechul stepped forward and pulled the Chinaman towards him, enveloping him in his arms. The dragon roared in approval as he kissed him, releasing hours and hours of pent up desire. Heechul pushed him back down onto the bed, covering the slender man’s body with his own. Behind him, he could feel Jahi’s fingers loosening his clothing, and he moved to let her.
It was apparent that Han Geng had been feeling the same way all during the daylight hours, as he kissed Heechul back with fervor. He opened his body to him, allowing Heechul to take the lead. With Jahi’s help he was soon naked and was setting to work on Han Geng’s clothing as well.
“The dragon is eager.” Heechul murmured, his tongue licking fire along Han Geng’s shoulder to his neck. The other responded by arching against him, the rigid length of his cock already hard against Heechul’s thigh. “I am eager too.”
Han Geng moaned helplessly as Heechul’s deft fingers closed over him, stroking him slowly and torturously. Heechul felt a surge of lust and power to see him surrender so easily. He knew Han Geng had believed this would be a coupling only for the purpose of releasing the dragon, but Heechul did not want to let him go so soon. He knew how well his fingers worked and if he was not careful, he would send Han Geng over the edge too soon. No, he would make this last.
Behind him, Jahi was applying oils to his skin, making everything even more deliciously heated. She kissed her way along his spine to the back of his neck, her breasts pressed against his lower back. Heechul groaned at the sensation as Han Geng’s fingers reached between them.
“I have waited all day for this.” Heechul hissed as Han Geng’s fingers stroked him, matching the rhythm he himself was setting. He wanted more, but he knew if they kept on like this, their release would come too soon.
He pulled back and hummed in amusement when Han Geng cried out at the loss of pressure. His hands reached out in the dim light, finding Heechul and pulling him back in for a kiss. “I was not done yet.” He ground out between clenched teeth, and Heechul shivered at the commanding tone. Jahi smiled, licking her lips as she lowered her mouth to Han Geng’s arousal.
The yell that escaped him was muffled by Heechul’s mouth, and he nipped his lip as Jahi’s mouth worked upon him.
“We were not done yet either.” He chuckled as Han Geng writhed helplessly under him. He badly wanted to bury himself inside him, but it was too soon. Jahi rose, graceful as a cat, her skin gleaming in the firelight. She was both beautiful and wicked as she impaled herself onto Han Geng’s cock. She threw back her head and moaned as he filled her, and Heechul was again amazed at the beauty of his wife as she rode the other man, her hips moving in an ancient rhythm that shook her body with pleasure. As if on instinct, Heechul suckled her breasts as she rode Han Geng to her orgasm, her sharp cry piercing the room and echoing off the walls.
She rolled off him, her eyes drowsy with the aftermath, but Han Geng merely gasped, his own release not yet fulfilled. “Please…” He whispered. Heechul smiled a wicked grin and settled himself back over Han Geng’s sweat slick body. The friction was making them both crazy, and within him the dragon keened and sang for freedom. He kissed the Chinese man thoroughly, building the intensity higher and higher again until Han Geng was gasping and writhing underneath him.
Heechul could no longer control himself or the dragon. “Now…..I want you to do this now. I want you inside me now, all of you.”
There was a low growl and then Heechul was being rolled sideways, his hands coming to rest on Jahi’s hips. Her eyes were dark with desire as she watched Han Geng move quickly, lifting Heechul’s knees to come to rest between them. The hard ridge of his cock pressed hotly against Heechul’s entrance, and then all coherent thought left him. Moaning with need, he begged helplessly as Han Geng prepared him. The oil Jahi had given him made the pressure of his desire even hotter and he was being dragged away with it.
He felt Han Geng’s hands slide once more under his knees and lift, and he was exposed, wide open, vulnerable and waiting. When Han Geng slide inside him, he let out a wordless howl that was echoed in his head by the dragon. Slowly, torturously, Han Geng began to fuck him, burying himself to the hilt and then withdrawing, pushing back in until Heechul’s mind was a white, thrumming haze of pleasure.
Faster and faster he went, and Heechul could feel Jahi kissing him here and there, her sweet scent adding to the delicious dragon song inside his head. With effort he opened his eyes to see Han Geng above him, his chest glistening with sweat and oil, his eyes dark with lust and desire. He was more beautiful than any man Heechul had ever known. Love seemed to break open his chest unbidden as the other man thrust inside him, the tip of his cock seeming to break through what defenses Heechul had left.
And then he could feel it loosening inside him, his heart was opening, his eyes opening, expanding to see as the dragon saw. He could feel the dragon vibrating inside him, and the ache of it was almost too much to bear.
He felt Jahi’s skilled fingers close around his cock, stroking him towards the edge of madness and he howled, screamed, the sound tearing out of his throat as he came, the dragon roaring and clawing its way out of him. He felt Han Geng come, buried deep inside him, the hot seed filling him full.
“Now….now….I have to do it now…” Han Geng gasped, pulling away. Heechul cried out as the heat of Han Geng’s cock left him, and the separation felt like a knife through his chest.
“No…please…” He reached for him, but Han Geng’s body was against him again, his hands covering him, warm and slick and wet, sliding inside him as if they knew where to be. Heechul let out a gasp of shock as Han Geng’s fingers curved and twisted inside him, and then he cried out again as wave after wave of white hot pain and pleasure rippled over his skin, leaving him breathless. And still Han Geng went further, past the boundaries that any man or woman had ever gone before. Heechul could feel the pressure like a vise closing in on him, and he dragged in air like a drowning man.
“Stay with me.” Han Geng whispered, his voice sounded like a life line in a storm of sensation.
“Heechul, stay with us, breathe, love.” Jahi spoke, and the music of her voice was calming, soothing, reaching past the burn and the pleasure to ground him. He tried to breathe, every breath was like fire and ice inside him. And still Han Geng pressed further, his fingers inside Heechul’s body, slick with oil to make the passage easier.
And then, like a dam bursting open, there was a high pitched sound that erupted from Heechul’s lips as Han Geng’s fingers closed around the dragon pearl within him. Slowly, turning, twisting, coaxing, pressing, urging, the dragon pearl burning like wildfire inside his body, Han Geng grasped the pearl and pulled gently.
A shearing, burning sensation filled him, the ache of loss, the grief, the power of the ancient creature left him and he fell back on the bed, his face wet with tears. Immediately his two lovers were there, their voices and their lips drawing him back to them.
The dragon was gone.
There was gentleness, and the feeling of silk and linen, and then a blinding bright light. He could see Han Geng above him, the pearl clenched tightly in his fist. It was emitting so much light that it was turning the rest into shadow. Quickly Han Geng stood, his glorious naked form sprinting across the room as he searched for his clothing. He found and located a small bag within the pocket of his trousers and lowered the pearl lovingly into it. Immediately the light dimmed again, and Heechul felt himself sag back into the bed, his wife wrapped around him like a soothing cloak.
“Are you all right?” She asked softly. Heechul could only nod. He had not expected to feel such a feeling of loss now that the dragon was gone. And then the bed dipped, and Han Geng was there, his strong arms encasing Heechul in them.
“You did it.” Han Geng kissed his lips, a balm to his grief. Heechul nodded, his eyelids heavy from the exertion. Lovingly resting between the two of them, Heechul fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
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“Are you leaving so soon?” Heechul asked, his tone carefully hiding his sadness. Han Geng knew though. Heechul felt that Han Geng would always know exactly what he was thinking from now on.
“I have to return the pearl to China and set the dragon free.” Han Geng said quietly, and he too looked sorrowful about leaving.
Jahi stood from her throne, Oseye at her feet. The cat miaowed a mournful cry that echoed in Heechul’s heart. Jahi walked gracefully down the steps and bestowed a chaste kiss upon Han Geng’s pale cheek. “You are welcome here anytime you wish to return. And we hope you do.”
Han Geng smiled at her and nodded. Heechul stood as well, his body still aching with the aftershocks of their lovemaking and the dragon’s leaving. He stood straight, his spine rigid as his heart mourned. He too walked regally down the steps and stood in front of his Chinaman, bracing himself for their goodbyes.
“I owe you more than I can say.” Heechul said quietly, so that no other than the three of them heard it. “And I will miss you more than you will ever know.”
“If our Gods will it, I will return someday.” Han Geng said softly. He embraced Heechul and stepped back, bowing to them both. The action made Heechul’s heart twist painfully, knowing he may never see him again. Han Geng turned slowly, the dragon pearl encased safely in a box within his bag.
They watched as he walked away out of the palace, but never out of the heart of the King of Cats.
The End
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