The Porcelain TreasureThe sequel Part 7 - The awakening
The Porcelain Treasure - the sequel part 7
Author: onthethruway
Genre: smut, het, supernatural, angst
Rating: nc-17
Pairings: Yoosumin, Yunjae, Yoochun x ?
Summary: Yoochun’s memories of his past life as a prince are being revealed to him in his dreams.
Warning: explicit heterosexual scenes (sorry, it’s important for the story).
A cool breeze blew across his bare chest. He waited; heart beating hard and fast; waiting for her. Stretched out upon his bed, the prince was a sight to behold; long dark hair flowing past his broad shoulders; yet the rest of his body seemed so slim and even delicate. His features were regal; face almost beautiful; dark almond eyes and full cherry-red lips. He licked them in anticipation of what was to come; his first night with his bride.
The attendants lead her in; tall and elegant; she was everything he could ever wish for. He sucked in his breath as her silken robe was removed.
The servants left them alone, giggling as they closed the door behind them. The princess smiled at her husband; he swallowed hard; her beauty making his heart skip a beat.
“Do I please you milord?”
The price nodded his head.
“Yes, you please me very much.”
He extended his hand and she took it; curling up next to him in the bed.
“I have a confession to make to you my prince.”
The young man raised an eyebrow.
“What is it?”
She leaned into him and whispered.
“I’m not a virgin.”
Her words stung him. He narrowed his eyes and stared her down.
“Who has dared to touch you?”
His anger made her smile. Not amused he turned his back to her and moped like a little child.
“Yoochun?”
She reached out and stroked his back, her touch making him flinch.
“Things are different where I’m from. I was trained how to love a man. There is nothing more than that.”
He turned to face her; tears welling in his eyes. Beautiful fingers wiped the droplets away.
“Yoochun, it’s ok.”
He sniffled and lowered his head.
“It’s just that you are my wife. I am supposed to be your first.”
“Are you still a virgin Yoochun?”
The prince blushed. His wife stared in amusement as his skin flushed.
“This is going to be interesting.”
The princess kissed him softly; he mewled as her tongue slid between his teeth. His body shuddered as she drew back the covers, exposing his rigid length. He gasped as she touched it; hands stroking his sensitive flesh in a slow and steady motion. His bride pressed him down onto the bed; her mouth and tongue exploring his pale body; slurping, sucking, nipping playfully. He was beside himself. He laid back and let her play; fingers mouth and tongue assaulting him; sensations too good to be true building up inside him from his core. He cried out as she took his full length in her mouth. Instinctively; his hands reached out and grabbed her hair; legs quaking as she bobbed up and down upon him. The princess knew he wouldn’t last long; she released his swollen cock from her mouth and straddled him. With a slow and steady motion she impaled herself upon him; his heart lurching in his chest. She guided his hands to her hips and together they made love for the first time. His bride loved him long and hard that night until he was sore; his flesh and bones aching; sweat dripping from every pore. He finally reached the end; hips bucking forward as his release came. He shrieked in ecstasy, spilling deep inside her.
The prince wept tears of joy.
“I will love you forever,” he told her. “I will love you forever.”
The doll awoke from his dream; a silent scream coming from his wounded throat. Still in the hospital, it was too painful for him to speak. He gasped for air; heart fluttering wildly; an arm reaching out for something.
A firm grip took him by the hand.
He looked up and smiled.
Despite his pain, the doll managed to whisper his true love’s name.
“Junsu.”
A sweet and gentle face greeted him. Junsu smiled back then planted a soft kiss upon his lover’s brow.
“You’ve had another dream Chun. It’s ok. You’ll be fine.”
The doll shook his head.
“No,” he said, his voice low and raw. He didn’t care how much it hurt; he had to tell Junsu the truth.
“Not a dream; a memory. It’s all coming back to me now. This is all my fault. She was my wife. I was duty bound to love, honor and cherish her. I betrayed her when I fell for you. I dragged myself into the pit of Hell and I took you and her with me. She lost her mind because of my selfishness. As a result, we all died. We were meant to die and stay that way; a tragedy from an age gone by. I brought this curse upon us all. I must break it somehow.”
Junsu was stirred by the doll’s words. He spoke so eloquently. Gone was the innocent doll that came to life in a glass case. Yoochun truly was a prince.
“We are in this together Chun. We will break the curse together.”
Yoochun shook his head.
“Run away Junsu. Get as far away as you can. I will not let any harm come to you.”
Junsu reached out and touched the doll’s face; Yoochun’s body quivering.
“I will not leave you.”
Yoochun batted his hand away.
“Go. I don’t want you here. Leave me now. Leave me forever and never come back. I don’t want you anymore. Get out!”
Yoochun screamed at the top of his lungs; Junsu watching in horror as the bandages around his lovers neck began turn red with blood.
Junsu was pushed out of the way as nurses and doctors ran into the room. They tried to calm their patient down, but to no avail. He continued to scream insults at Junsu; fresh blood seeping through his wound as he pulled his stitches.
“I hate you Junsu. I hate you!”
Junsu watched through tearful eyes as his beloved coughed violently, droplets of blood appearing in the corner of his beautiful mouth. The doll’s eyes never left his. He narrowed his gaze; staring Junsu down, the doll seething with anger.
Junsu left the room. Closing the door he stood against the wall. Unable to stand, he slid to the floor and wept.
“Yes my love, I feel your pain. I will soothe it. I will take you back and we shall start anew. I will forgive you, my love. You will be mine once again, but the others must pay for their treachery; they will all be punished, one by one……”
Author: onthethruway
Genre: smut, het, supernatural, angst
Rating: nc-17
Pairings: Yoosumin, Yunjae, Yoochun x ?
Summary: Yoochun’s memories of his past life as a prince are being revealed to him in his dreams.
Warning: explicit heterosexual scenes (sorry, it’s important for the story).
A cool breeze blew across his bare chest. He waited; heart beating hard and fast; waiting for her. Stretched out upon his bed, the prince was a sight to behold; long dark hair flowing past his broad shoulders; yet the rest of his body seemed so slim and even delicate. His features were regal; face almost beautiful; dark almond eyes and full cherry-red lips. He licked them in anticipation of what was to come; his first night with his bride.
The attendants lead her in; tall and elegant; she was everything he could ever wish for. He sucked in his breath as her silken robe was removed.
The servants left them alone, giggling as they closed the door behind them. The princess smiled at her husband; he swallowed hard; her beauty making his heart skip a beat.
“Do I please you milord?”
The price nodded his head.
“Yes, you please me very much.”
He extended his hand and she took it; curling up next to him in the bed.
“I have a confession to make to you my prince.”
The young man raised an eyebrow.
“What is it?”
She leaned into him and whispered.
“I’m not a virgin.”
Her words stung him. He narrowed his eyes and stared her down.
“Who has dared to touch you?”
His anger made her smile. Not amused he turned his back to her and moped like a little child.
“Yoochun?”
She reached out and stroked his back, her touch making him flinch.
“Things are different where I’m from. I was trained how to love a man. There is nothing more than that.”
He turned to face her; tears welling in his eyes. Beautiful fingers wiped the droplets away.
“Yoochun, it’s ok.”
He sniffled and lowered his head.
“It’s just that you are my wife. I am supposed to be your first.”
“Are you still a virgin Yoochun?”
The prince blushed. His wife stared in amusement as his skin flushed.
“This is going to be interesting.”
The princess kissed him softly; he mewled as her tongue slid between his teeth. His body shuddered as she drew back the covers, exposing his rigid length. He gasped as she touched it; hands stroking his sensitive flesh in a slow and steady motion. His bride pressed him down onto the bed; her mouth and tongue exploring his pale body; slurping, sucking, nipping playfully. He was beside himself. He laid back and let her play; fingers mouth and tongue assaulting him; sensations too good to be true building up inside him from his core. He cried out as she took his full length in her mouth. Instinctively; his hands reached out and grabbed her hair; legs quaking as she bobbed up and down upon him. The princess knew he wouldn’t last long; she released his swollen cock from her mouth and straddled him. With a slow and steady motion she impaled herself upon him; his heart lurching in his chest. She guided his hands to her hips and together they made love for the first time. His bride loved him long and hard that night until he was sore; his flesh and bones aching; sweat dripping from every pore. He finally reached the end; hips bucking forward as his release came. He shrieked in ecstasy, spilling deep inside her.
The prince wept tears of joy.
“I will love you forever,” he told her. “I will love you forever.”
The doll awoke from his dream; a silent scream coming from his wounded throat. Still in the hospital, it was too painful for him to speak. He gasped for air; heart fluttering wildly; an arm reaching out for something.
A firm grip took him by the hand.
He looked up and smiled.
Despite his pain, the doll managed to whisper his true love’s name.
“Junsu.”
A sweet and gentle face greeted him. Junsu smiled back then planted a soft kiss upon his lover’s brow.
“You’ve had another dream Chun. It’s ok. You’ll be fine.”
The doll shook his head.
“No,” he said, his voice low and raw. He didn’t care how much it hurt; he had to tell Junsu the truth.
“Not a dream; a memory. It’s all coming back to me now. This is all my fault. She was my wife. I was duty bound to love, honor and cherish her. I betrayed her when I fell for you. I dragged myself into the pit of Hell and I took you and her with me. She lost her mind because of my selfishness. As a result, we all died. We were meant to die and stay that way; a tragedy from an age gone by. I brought this curse upon us all. I must break it somehow.”
Junsu was stirred by the doll’s words. He spoke so eloquently. Gone was the innocent doll that came to life in a glass case. Yoochun truly was a prince.
“We are in this together Chun. We will break the curse together.”
Yoochun shook his head.
“Run away Junsu. Get as far away as you can. I will not let any harm come to you.”
Junsu reached out and touched the doll’s face; Yoochun’s body quivering.
“I will not leave you.”
Yoochun batted his hand away.
“Go. I don’t want you here. Leave me now. Leave me forever and never come back. I don’t want you anymore. Get out!”
Yoochun screamed at the top of his lungs; Junsu watching in horror as the bandages around his lovers neck began turn red with blood.
Junsu was pushed out of the way as nurses and doctors ran into the room. They tried to calm their patient down, but to no avail. He continued to scream insults at Junsu; fresh blood seeping through his wound as he pulled his stitches.
“I hate you Junsu. I hate you!”
Junsu watched through tearful eyes as his beloved coughed violently, droplets of blood appearing in the corner of his beautiful mouth. The doll’s eyes never left his. He narrowed his gaze; staring Junsu down, the doll seething with anger.
Junsu left the room. Closing the door he stood against the wall. Unable to stand, he slid to the floor and wept.
“Yes my love, I feel your pain. I will soothe it. I will take you back and we shall start anew. I will forgive you, my love. You will be mine once again, but the others must pay for their treachery; they will all be punished, one by one……”