#dark!jinu

Rumi wasn’t sure what she expected from the layout of the demon realm. She supposed the image she had in her mind was of brainless beings wandering the barren plains she’d landed in. With that image so concrete, she was naturally surprised when Jinu teleported away from their vast audience and what one might consider a proper home, save the lack of what one would consider human conveniences. Still one could consider a roof walls and furniture the makings of a proper home.

She scanned the main room one last time before her captor tugged her down a long hall, stopping at the second to last door that opened to reveal a large bedroom, the color scheme clearly masculine. “This will be my prison then?”

A kept pet, meant to wait for him to return from a day of meting out judgment.

He frowned, gripping her chin just firmly enough to force her eyes back up to his. “So dramatic. You’ll have your freedom to roam, so long as you come when called.”

Rumi flinched back from his hold. “I’m not a dog to order about.”

His teeth flashed in a cruel smile. “No, just a spoiled girl who’s never been taught to obey. Luckily, such faults can be corrected. A firm hand will put you on the right path.”

His hand rose from her face, not to strike, but to thread through the roots of her braid, his tight fist pulling enough to sting her scalp. One moment she was standing tall, holding her ground, the next she was on her knees, twisting against his grip. “You’ll learn your place, my dear Rumi, or you’ll learn what I’m truly capable of.”

~~~~~

In the end, her downfall was swift. First, it was contained in the demon realm. She became the pet and puppet he commanded, a pretty doll perched on his lap as he toyed with the demons below. A quiet, compliant plaything who turned a blind eye to the souls streaming into his territory. The Saja Boys reappeared shortly after the Idol Awards. A few instant hits and a short tour. Rumi tried to ignore how the souls began to multiply. Her only comfort was that the demon in her wasn’t influenced by her new home. That she could turn her head still and he didn’t force her to feed with them.

Yet.

She didn’t imagine he’d keep his games so simple for much longer.

“Come here,” he ordered one day, almost two months into her sentence, if she’d tracked the marching of time correctly. Rumi tried to pretend she couldn’t hear the quiet command over the rumbling of the crowd, but Jinu was smarter than that. “Don’t make me repeat myself, pet. You know what that earns you.”

She shivered. Something more creative than publicly taking his cock. She rose from where she knelt beside his throne—his favorite place to put her now—her degradation clear while he still had the luxury of touching her at his leisure.

Seated to face the crowd, Rumi braced her hands against either arm of the throne as her keeper began the familiar motions of lifting her skimpy dress hem and freeing his impressive length. “You’ve done so well—” His praise was gruff, his grip firm around her waist as he forced her to open for him. He loved this, watching her squirm and pant as she struggled to take his girth unprepared. “—accepting your fate here. That’s why I want to reward you.”

Down flush to his pelvis, Rumi groaned, drawing the attention of a few demons nearby, despite this being a regular show. “What-Ugh, what reward?” He smiled against the back of her neck, one long finger tracing lazy circles against her clit. She was already soaking him. “I think it’s time for a taste of your world. As much as I’d love to keep you all to myself, we can’t waste such potential. Just imagine the audience you’d pull standing solo.”

Part of her revolted at the thought. Singing without her girls beside her was unimaginable. But a much bigger part of her needed to feel the sun on her face again. “They abandoned you,” Jinu coaxed, as if reading that note of hesitation. “Think of the fans. So confused by the Huntrix's disappearance. They’d love to see the strongest voice step back on stage. Take hold of the success she deserves.” Sweet poison in her ear. And dizzy with pleasure, she couldn’t see the trap before she’d stepped right in it.

~~~~~

Rumi didn’t believe in overnight sensations. Not when her past career had been built on rigorous vocal and dance training. But whatever demon voodoo the Saja Boys had used to rise to stardom with their debut served her solo fame at the same speed. Packed stadiums night after night and no slander for her “hiatus” or dropping Mira and Zoey. If the charts were to be believed, her beloved origin band had officially been labeled as “has beens” by their once-booming fan base.

Still off celebrity radar, Rumi didn’t know how they were taking it all, if they were even alive after the mass influx in missing person cases.

The usual scrutiny regarding her dating life was lacking as well. Rather than scathing speculation in the gossip columns over how two once-competitive idols were in a public relationship, they became nothing short of the newest it couple, Rumi pretty and vocally talented and Jinu the charismatic new band lead, charming everyone he spoke to. No one could see the snake in the grass, and that was all thanks to whatever demon magic and manipulation he managed to weave into their careers.

When the stage lights shut off… it was a blessing and a curse. Night after night, she was given a reminder of who controlled her fate in the human world. A snap of his fingers and it could all become a far off fantasy. Every bit of praise off that forked tongue came with a claiming touch. Rough or gentle, the message was the same. She was a star again, but still an owned one.

She heard his footsteps outside her dressing room, the door swinging open and shut on silent hinges. “Your biggest audience yet. Not a single empty seat.”

Rumi blinked, meeting his eyes in the mirror before continuing to wipe away her stage makeup. “Yes. Lovely.”

He leaned back against the door, watching, but not rushing her process. When she put everything back in its right place, he slowly straightened. “I’m proud of you.”

“I’m playing your twisted games. Of course you’re proud,” she scoffed.

He chuckled, softly working her hair out of its long braid and peeling her out of her costume. “Such a mouth on you. I really should do something about it, but lucky for you I’m in a generous mood.”

She truly did have a retort ready, but it was hard to voice when Jinu had already put her down on her back with his head between her legs. She groaned, quickly covering her mouth in case any of their staff was moving through the hall. Usually he had enough patience to bring her somewhere more private before things got heated. What had come over him tonight?

He glanced up, huffing against her core before reaching to pin her wrists against her stomach. “You know better, little hunter.”

“There are people still—”

“So let them hear what I do to you. They know who you belong to.”

He returned to his task with a sharp grin and renewed devotion. Rumi was putty in his hands, a trembling mess beneath his clever fingers and tongue. Still, for a man who claimed to feel generous, he seemed to be in the mood to tease, slowing his ministrations any time she tried to twist her hands to grip his hair or shifted her hips beneath him.

“Jinu. I need…”

He pushed two fingers deep, curling inside her while his lips wrapped around her clit. An unfailing combination that had her crying his name. “Good girl,” he growled. “Tell them who owns this sweet, drippy cunt.”

Rumi whimpered beneath him, just able to recognize the sound of his clothes joining hers on the floor before he moved further up the chaise, slick fingers tracing her lower lip in a silent order to suck them clean. “That’s it,” he purred, nudging her legs open once again and lining his hips against hers, sliding in to the hilt. He set a slow pace grinding against her, seeming to savor each garbled sound the motion drew.

“Such a good pet. Take my cock so well. Made for this,” he groaned, pulling his fingers back from her mouth to tug at one nipple as his hips stuttered. “Made to be kept full. Fucked until I know you’re properly bred, hm? Maybe then you’ll see what I see in you. When our baby comes out with patterns just like yours.”

Rumi shuddered, shaking her head even as his words had her clenching around him. She hadn’t been on any sort of contraceptive since he’d taken her from the Hunter’s shrine. His intentions had always been clear, especially having instated her as his queen, however little respect that title carried in her reality. But to hear it so directly was having quite the unexpected affect on her. A few harsh circles over her clit and she was coming again, this time feeling her captor spill deep inside her.

Part II

Jinu had been quite pleased to see how quickly Rumi had realized her lack of power in her new life. The promised consequences of any sort of rebellion were of course the main factor keeping his pet in check. With the state of the Honmoon and her removal from the trio of Hunters, she knew the odds. He’d take the victory however it came. 

He didn’t get to spend as much time with her as he’d like, now favored by the demon king. The voices had gone, as promised, but his service would be eternal. 

Peeling out of his overshirt, Jinu just peeked into the nursery to check on the child resting there. He would risk waking her with his touch—not when she was so troublesome to put down. But he gave himself a moment to take her in, admiring the patterns along her exposed skin, growing more prominent each day. 

He could tell that the fact she was marked so clearly still bothered her mother. That she could stand to think of the human blood fading with each generation to follow, but time would teach her to accept that too.

Cracking the nursery door, Jinu returned to the master bedroom and peeled out of the rest of his clothing, watching his pet draw one slow breath after the next in her deep sleep. He didn’t need to wake her to take his pleasure this evening. Careful of how his weight shifted the mattress, Jinu settled in behind her, slowly dragging two fingers through her exposed folds and instantly feeling her body react to his touch. The short hem of her nightdress had already ridden up as she shifted in her sleep, leaving easy access. 

He took a few moments to slowly stretch her on his fingers, savoring the soft sounds she couldn’t hide in her state. It was one reason he loved taking her like this. He removed his fingers, repositioning her leg just slightly as he replaced them with his hard length, claiming her in one slow stroke. Rumi let out a groan, but didn’t quite gain conciousness. He gave her a moment to settle again before slowly rolling his hips, a steady drag—in, out, in, out.

She grew slicker, cunt fluttering in response. The next time she moved it was to raise her head, a broken moan passing her lips just before his name. “Shh. Go back to sleep, love,” He instructed, guiding her to lie on her front so he could sink deeper into that precious heat. “I just need to have you before I do.”

“Sore,” she pouted, the single word of protest muffled by her pillow. And perhaps that was true, but Jinu felt little guilt for ignoring her complaints. The delivery of their child had gone smoothly those months ago, and since her body had healed he’d had no qualms resuming such intimacy. Her demon blood meant her body was stronger than most, and the human part of her improved her fertility. Jinu saw no issue with back to back pregnancy unless her health declined in some way. “Jinu.”

He slipped one hand under her neck to wrap around her throat. “Hush, little one. You know your resistance does you little good.” He tightened his grip, savoring the fluttering pulls at his fingertips and the squeezing of her cunt around him. “Close your eyes.” Still barely awake, she was easy enough to subdue, practically melting back into the bed even as he folded her legs beneath her and shifted his grip to her hips. “Good girl. You like to fuss, but you can still accept your role, can’t you? You know where you belong when it comes down to it.”

He didn’t let her come that night—a small consequence for her brief moment of recalcitrance. Charming as her following pleas were, Jinu took a cruel satisfacting in leaving her to warm his cock, stuffed with his seed and aching for her own relief.

The next morning Jinu woke to a soft tongue running the length of his shaft—an apology if he’d ever seen one. He chuckled, reaching down to thread his fingers through her hair and guide her halfway down. “In a better mood, are we, pet?” 

She groaned softly, but didn’t try to withdraw. “Keep going then,” he said. “All the way down and you’ll get what your aching for.”  Jinu had no intention of guiding her further. He knew how she felt about kneeling for him. How she saw oral service to be a chore. The fact she’d chosen it has her manner of earning the orgasm he’d denied her the night before was a surprise in itself. But if she thought he was going to just hand it to her, that illusion needed to be remedied. The slightest pressure at the back of her head had her moving again, pausing when his tip nudged the back of her throat.

“Relax,” he murmured. “Open for me. You need to learn, little one.” She leaned forward, immediately gagging and trying to pull off.” He clicked his tongue, tightening his grip. He wasn’t going to help her, but giving her room to retreat wouldn’t do them any favors either. “Again,” he urged, ignoring the sharp bite of her nails at his thighs. It took an age to get her all the way down, nose pressed to his happy trail, eyes wide and watering. “That’s a good girl. Such a pretty sight with my cock down your throat.” A pitiful sound left her when his hand wrapped around the slight bulge there. “You feel so good, sweetheart."

He shifted his hips then, withdrawing a few inches before pushing back in. He used her mouth so rarely, granting her that reprieve. His priorities drew him elsewhere, naturally. That would most definitely be changing. “I’m close,” he warned. “You’re going to swallow for me. Every drop. Eyes here,” he added when she squeezed them shut. “You don’t look away from me.”

She really was a vision like this. One he’d never tire of. Especially seeing the spark of anger behind those tears. His last few thrusts grew a bit rougher before his spilled down her throat. Grip relaxing, he finally let Rumi withdraw, taking in a deep breath.

Part I

Jinu

The plan had been simple, for as long as it had taken Jinu to formulate and execute it. Create a boy band to ‘debut’, infiltrate the top competitors’ fanbase to steal their massive following, and feast on the many souls Huntrix and their predecessors had so fiercely protected.

He had considered making a final point by killing the troublesome trio, of course, but then he’d found out about their fierce leader’s little secret. Their public ruin and break up—the destruction of the Honmoon by their own hands—had been far more satisfying a fate to create.

The one thing he didn’t count on was his own waivering. Because the half-demon had gotten under his skin—showed him what he could have if he played his hand right.

Or rather what he could take.

Like dominoes falling in place, Rumi honestly had done the hardest part for him, creating the rift between herself and her band mates. All he had to do was widen it a bit. Fiercely loyal as they were, they were far less likely to come to her rescue if she was fully incriminated

“Jinu—”

“Jinu?” One of the girls gasped. “You’re working with him?”

“No,” Rumi groaned. “No, I was using him.”

It was then he decided to reveal himself, smoothly stepping out of the shadows and up behind the trembling woman desperate to defend herself and regain her friends touch. He let his hand close over her bare shoulder, choosing to ignore the weapons immediately summoned upon his arrival. Rumi’s trembling ceased, muscles tense beneath his touch. “Now, haven’t you told your friends enough lies, my dear?”

She ripped free of his loose hold. “Don’t you dare—”

“The act is up, Rumi. Say your goodbyes, if they’ll allow it. It’s time we go home.”

“Home?” Zoey asked, voice breaking, eyes welling with tears of betrayal.

“Don’t listen to him. This was never what I planned. I wanted to fix this. Fix me. Zoey, Mira, please.”

Rumi approached. Her sister hunters retreated, trust broken. “There is no fixing this,” Mira told her. And taking Zoey’s hand in hers, she turned her back on the woman she’d once called a friend.

~~~~~

Rumi

They were gone. Her closest friends had left her there after hearing Jinu’s fabrications regarding the incident at the Idol Awards. As for Rumi… she was just numb. Part of her always knew the secret she harbored could spell this fate, but to watch it unfold in real time had been excruciating. 

“Now that that’s out of the way,” Jinu purred, cold fingers wrapping around the back of Rumi’s neck, “we can put all of this nasty betrayal in the past. Start fresh, free of those who cannot accept their new reality.”

“I want no part in your schemes.” 

Jinu chuckled, smoothing down a section of her ruined braid. “Perhaps you don’t. But even the most stubborn creatures can be broken.”

One moment they were in the award venues underbelly, the next she found herself pulled into Jinu’s arms and transported to another realm. Let go of me,” she spat the moment her feet found the ground again. “This is all because of you. I trusted you!”

“Your first mistake,” he returned.

And she was a fool for not seeing it. Everyone has their own agenda, human or demon. She thought their victory—her freedom—was at her fingertips. When all along she’d laid the grounds for her own downfall, not explaining her long struggle.

A finger hooked under her chin, ever so lightly. All she found in his eyes was false pity. “I’ve been set on this course for longer than you could imagine. You erred in thinking you could sway me from it. Let’s consider it a lesson learned and move on to your new role.” Her eyes narrowed and Jinu adjusted his grip to come around the back of her neck. He leaned down, lips hovering over hers. “So long as you don’t resist it, I won’t have to send a hoard to hunt down your little friends.”

She flinched, but didn’t pull free of his hold again. Didn’t deny him when he slotted his mouth against hers, long fingers twisting in the roots of her braid. 

In a world with the Honmoon destroyed, demons already snatching innocents off the streets, what could she do to fight this fate? Rumi hadn’t taken in the room when they arrived, too angry to care. She hadn’t even registered they were indoors until her back hit a wall of glass she imagined overlooked Gwi-ma’s lifeless territory beyond.

Despite understanding just how helpless she was here with no weapon or means of escape, Rumi seemed to be taking too long to respond to his kiss, the surprising tenderness giving way to a sharp bite to her lower lip. She hissed, but hesitantly opened to him enough he could deepen the kiss, tongue sweeping out to further sample the taste of her.

Shifting his lower body, he moved one hand down to knock her knees apart until he could press in closer, her center flush against his hard thigh. She gasped as the fabric between them rubbed against her clit.

“That’s it,” Jinu crooned, pulling back enough to watch her face. “Good girl. How sweet you’ll look,” he continued to muse, "when I have split open on my cock.” Rumi shivered, shaking her head. “You say no now, but a determined girl like you needs a purpose to stay sane. Once you have the first one, you’ll understand better. Come to accept it.”

His words chilled her to the bone. “The first what?” She knew the answer. Honestly wasn’t sure if she could stand to hear him confirm it. He eased her down from the floor to ceiling window, slowly working her out of the costume pieces the demons on stage hadn’t stripped her of. Her patterns lit an angry purple and red in her distress, but the sight only seemed to amuse her adversary.

Stripped down to her skin, she was herded down a dark hall and into what was clearly his bedroom. “Jinu, please.”

“Follow my rules,” he reminded her while gathering a length of fabric from the dresser nearby, “and those you love remain safe. Get on the bed, Rumi.”

She did as he ordered, watching him begin to undress himself to reveal hard planes of muscle. He paused after revealing hus upper body to approach the bed and raise her arms where he could bind them to one of the vertical bars making up the headboard. After securing the knots and testing the tension around her wrists, he stepped back with a smirk to finish undressing. 

His hand slowly closed around one ankle when he was finished, squeezing softly as if to comfort her. “Such a pretty sight like this, my Rumi. Just need you to relax for me.” That hand traveled up, taking her heart rate with it. Every inch it climbed brought him closer to her core, slowly growing wetter by the second, to her mortification. She shouldn’t be enjoying this. Finally making contact, Jinu chuckled, watching her face for even the slightest reaction. Two fingers, thick and long curled inside of her, drawing out a gasp. “Already wet for me and I’m supposed to believe you don’t want to be my little breeder.” 

He withdrew his hand almost immediately, apparently having no intention to prepare her further before parting her legs and lining up against her core. She bit her lip hard, refusing to cry out at the steady burning as Jinu carved out a place for himself inside of her. “Not going to let me hear you?” he asked when he was fully seated. “How long do you think you can keep that up, little hunter?”

Rumi scowled, each manner of addressing her grating more than the last. He laughed again, bending to kiss the side of her neck. His voice was almost fond when he said, “You’ll learn, pet. Sooner or later.” His teeth scraped along the tender skin beneath her jawline, sending a full shudder through her body. One calloused hand followed in its wake, stopping to rest over her belly and apply the slightest pressure as Jinu began thrusting in and out of her. “The most perfect cunt,” he groaned, his other hand lifting one of her legs over his shoulder.

Rumi whimpered with his next stroke, deep enough to make her brain go a little fuzzy in combination with the . “Jinu, please don’t—”

He was done hearing her protests. The hand pressing down over where he moved inside of her rose again to wrap around her throat, squeezing enough that the words died on her tongue, air coming in a hair slower. Oh, God. “Still under the impression you get a say in this, pet? That you belong anywhere but here beneath me with your legs spread? Perhaps I’ve been too gentle with you if that remains the case." The promise layered atop those words sent a little shock through her, made worse by the harsh circling of his thumb over her clit when his hand migrated from her hipbone.

Feeling her climax begin to build with the next thrust of his hips, Rumi let out a whine of protest, pulling against her restraints. “Jinu. Jinu, wait.”

Holding his fast rhythm, he flicked her clit hard, sending her right over the edge, incoherent through each wave of pleasure as he continued fucking her through it. “Good girl. Gonna give me another before I fill you up.” She shook her head. “None of that. You can do it, sweet girl. One more.” He’d started building the second before her first had run its course. “Come on, Rumi. Give it to me.” She came again, groaning at squelching of their mixed fluids between her thighs. “Fuck. I could get used to that,” Jinu growled, pressing a fleeting kiss between her breasts.

Rumi didn’t say anything in response. Didn’t know where to go from there, honestly. Instead she focused on steadying her breathing and waiting for whatever came next. After a long moment, he raised his hands to untie her, kissing each wrist, before rubbing gently circles into each of them. “You did so well, my Rumi.”

She didn’t trust herself to look at him, let alone speak. Soft words and tender touches. None of it represented the cruelty he’d shown in his manipulation of her band mates. She knew the truth, and she refused to fall for this side of him as long as he was capable of that cruelty. Still, she was too tired from the events of the evening, performative and otherwise, to try and withdraw. He didn’t seem in any hurry to let her, either, still buried inside her even after turning on his back.

She shifted, the wetness between them an unfamiliar sensation. “Be still, pet,” he soothed, hands tightening around her waist. “Try to rest.”

~~~~~

Rumi didn’t knew if she came to accept her new role. If she ever truly could, after being raised as she was. But when she held her first child—a carbon copy of her father, save the eyes that were clearly Rumi’s—it was not hatred she felt.

For that, at least she was grateful. Through the later months of her pregnancy and these precious weeks since the birth, Jinu had shown a fierce protective nature, essentially enforcing a house arrest.

Invaluable as he had become to Gwi-ma after the downfall of Huntrix, his return home was often late. At times, the solitude could be a blessing. For the most part… she was lonely.

It had been almost a year since the incident, but the past several before that had been full to the brim with happy memories between her and Mira and Zoey. A long held secret and a few clever lies had erased it all. That part of her past was one that remained unspoken. So long as she behaved, they were safe. She couldn't risk drawing attention back to the girls, no matter how the distance pained her.