P.R.O.U.D. 13 - THE DEVIL'S DAUGHTER
P.R.O.U.D. CHAPTER 13
Title: The Devil’s Daughter
Author: onthethruway01
Length: chapter 13 of ?
Genre; smut, het, supernatural, angst, fantasy, mild gore
Pairings: Yoosu, Yoochun x female oc.
Rating: R?
Summary: Junsu is a scientist in charge of two very naughty demons.
Warning: het and flashbacks which are necessary for the story. Gore
The demon sat huddled in the corner, his body tired and weak. Bound in chains, he was being punished for defying his master. The angel he was responsible for dove off a cliff, never to be seen again.
Satan was not amused.
Now he was chained to a wall; shackles upon his wrists and ankles as he awaited his fate.
The heavy oak door creaked open; peaking out from his wings he saw a small figure approach him. He turned away as soon as he realized who it was.
The demon dare not look into her eyes; they would burn his soul. She was, after all, Satan’s daughter.
He lowered his eyes out of respect and waited for her to speak.
The tiny female sat down beside him on the dirt floor; instinctively he moved away from her; chains rattling as he pressed his side against the dungeon wall.
He flinched as she touched his back; wounds still fresh from the lashes he had received as punishment for his failure.
He groaned as he felt something warm against his back; the female’s tongue licking his wounds clean; a surprising gesture for one so high in status. Gentle kisses were pressed up and down his spine; the tiny female moaning with each touch of her lips.
"Yoochun" she called out to him in her soft voice; the male pulling away from her once more, not caring if he angered her.
It did not matter; he had received a death sentence. Soon he would be torn apart; his screams echoing off the dungeon walls. What remained of his broken body would be fed to the Hell Hounds or tossed into the fiery chasm below.
"Yoochun."
The tiny female straddled him; her lithe body pressing him onto the dungeon floor, the chains scraping against the iron loop which contained them.
Her dusky skin seemed to glow in the dark as she writhed on top of him. He gritted his teeth as she began to grind her hips into his body.
"Damn you, Lilith," he cried out to her, but there was no stopping the Devil's Daughter; she was a bitch in heat.
He pulled at his chains, but all they did was cut into his wrists.
Her mouth engulfed his; tongue forced between his lips thrusting hard and fast. while clawed hands grasped strands of his dark hair.
She released him momentarily from the kiss; breathless he yelled at her defiantly.
"Is this part of my torture? Did your father send you down here to humiliate me further? I don't love you girl."
The demon wench sat up and looked the male straight in the eye.
"Yes, I know. You love the angel."
Yoochun nodded his head.
"I love him with all my heart."
A sharpened claw dug into his skin, making him wince in pain; bright red blood dripping from the wound.
"Give your heart to me, and my father will spare your life."
The razor-like nail dug deeper into his flesh; the female's yellow eyes growing wide as Yoochun's vital fluids ran in deep rivulets down his slender body. She licked her lips in anticipation of tasting his heart's blood.
"You may take my body, but you will never have my heart."
The demon Lilith shrieked at the top of her lungs; her fangs plunging into her victim's throat.
"What a stupid way to die," the male said to himself; eyes fluttering closed; tears falling off of delicate lashes.
As the female slid on top of him, he hardened within her body.
"Fuck me; I'm such a whore."
As her insides constricted around his length, he came full force, then promptly passed out.
"Yoochun!"
Scientist Kim Junsu awoke in a cold sweat.
Calming his breathing he looked around him and found that he was safe in his bed.
"What the Hell. Did I have another dream?"
A rustling in front of him made him aware of another presence.
His eyes adjusted to the dark; squinting, he breathed a deep sigh of relief as he recognized his good friend.
"Jae, what are you doing in my room?"
The anthropologist sat motionless in his chair.
"You had another bad dream Junsu," he told his friend, his voice almost monotone.
"Take a shower and get dressed. I think we should go out for breakfast this morning."
Junsu raised an eyebrow; his friend was acting sort of strange today.
The scientist shrugged his shoulders and did what his friend said. As they walked out the doors of P.R.O.U.D. and into the country air, Jae turned to his friend and spoke.
"Junsu, we need to talk."
Deep within his padded cell, the demon Yoochun smiled; a downy white feather held gently in his clawed hands.
Title: The Devil’s Daughter
Author: onthethruway01
Length: chapter 13 of ?
Genre; smut, het, supernatural, angst, fantasy, mild gore
Pairings: Yoosu, Yoochun x female oc.
Rating: R?
Summary: Junsu is a scientist in charge of two very naughty demons.
Warning: het and flashbacks which are necessary for the story. Gore
The demon sat huddled in the corner, his body tired and weak. Bound in chains, he was being punished for defying his master. The angel he was responsible for dove off a cliff, never to be seen again.
Satan was not amused.
Now he was chained to a wall; shackles upon his wrists and ankles as he awaited his fate.
The heavy oak door creaked open; peaking out from his wings he saw a small figure approach him. He turned away as soon as he realized who it was.
The demon dare not look into her eyes; they would burn his soul. She was, after all, Satan’s daughter.
He lowered his eyes out of respect and waited for her to speak.
The tiny female sat down beside him on the dirt floor; instinctively he moved away from her; chains rattling as he pressed his side against the dungeon wall.
He flinched as she touched his back; wounds still fresh from the lashes he had received as punishment for his failure.
He groaned as he felt something warm against his back; the female’s tongue licking his wounds clean; a surprising gesture for one so high in status. Gentle kisses were pressed up and down his spine; the tiny female moaning with each touch of her lips.
"Yoochun" she called out to him in her soft voice; the male pulling away from her once more, not caring if he angered her.
It did not matter; he had received a death sentence. Soon he would be torn apart; his screams echoing off the dungeon walls. What remained of his broken body would be fed to the Hell Hounds or tossed into the fiery chasm below.
"Yoochun."
The tiny female straddled him; her lithe body pressing him onto the dungeon floor, the chains scraping against the iron loop which contained them.
Her dusky skin seemed to glow in the dark as she writhed on top of him. He gritted his teeth as she began to grind her hips into his body.
"Damn you, Lilith," he cried out to her, but there was no stopping the Devil's Daughter; she was a bitch in heat.
He pulled at his chains, but all they did was cut into his wrists.
Her mouth engulfed his; tongue forced between his lips thrusting hard and fast. while clawed hands grasped strands of his dark hair.
She released him momentarily from the kiss; breathless he yelled at her defiantly.
"Is this part of my torture? Did your father send you down here to humiliate me further? I don't love you girl."
The demon wench sat up and looked the male straight in the eye.
"Yes, I know. You love the angel."
Yoochun nodded his head.
"I love him with all my heart."
A sharpened claw dug into his skin, making him wince in pain; bright red blood dripping from the wound.
"Give your heart to me, and my father will spare your life."
The razor-like nail dug deeper into his flesh; the female's yellow eyes growing wide as Yoochun's vital fluids ran in deep rivulets down his slender body. She licked her lips in anticipation of tasting his heart's blood.
"You may take my body, but you will never have my heart."
The demon Lilith shrieked at the top of her lungs; her fangs plunging into her victim's throat.
"What a stupid way to die," the male said to himself; eyes fluttering closed; tears falling off of delicate lashes.
As the female slid on top of him, he hardened within her body.
"Fuck me; I'm such a whore."
As her insides constricted around his length, he came full force, then promptly passed out.
"Yoochun!"
Scientist Kim Junsu awoke in a cold sweat.
Calming his breathing he looked around him and found that he was safe in his bed.
"What the Hell. Did I have another dream?"
A rustling in front of him made him aware of another presence.
His eyes adjusted to the dark; squinting, he breathed a deep sigh of relief as he recognized his good friend.
"Jae, what are you doing in my room?"
The anthropologist sat motionless in his chair.
"You had another bad dream Junsu," he told his friend, his voice almost monotone.
"Take a shower and get dressed. I think we should go out for breakfast this morning."
Junsu raised an eyebrow; his friend was acting sort of strange today.
The scientist shrugged his shoulders and did what his friend said. As they walked out the doors of P.R.O.U.D. and into the country air, Jae turned to his friend and spoke.
"Junsu, we need to talk."
Deep within his padded cell, the demon Yoochun smiled; a downy white feather held gently in his clawed hands.