#returnofthecrazydemon

Your hands wring together in front of you as Jaha stands brooding by the window of his meeting room. Ever since his fight with the Masters of unknown origins began, he had ordered the evacuation of many, and even his Generals were sent away to the front lines. He only brought a handful of his subordinates along. You, were not one of them, though. You had been instructed to stay at the Jaha Inn, but evidently, you did not heed his word.

You sat down by the table nearest to him, making yourself at home despite the uncomfortable quietude prevailing within the room. The disciples must have been wondering how exceptionally idiotic you must be for provoking Jaha like that, even if you are his beloved.

You should’ve kept quiet, you should have understood that today had been particularly unkind to him, with the Masters hot on his tracks and his subordinates lacking competency, which he had to salvage before the battle. If only you had assessed the situation prior to this, you wouldn’t be on your back, pressed against the table, panties forcibly tugged and clinging precariously around one of your ankles, and legs trembling as Jaha entered your pussy, forcing his cock into your dripping hole.

Your hips swayed vigorously and pushed against his pelvis with the intention of pushing him away. However, your action only contributed to his pleasure; his quiet sigh in your ear being evidence of it. Your eyes closed tightly as his hands fluttered to your waist and pulled you against him, rendering you unable to move.

"J-Jaha...” His name had barely slipped past your lips when he thrusted forward. Your ass jiggled obscenely at his abrupt movement. A long, drawn-out moan reeled out of your mouth as your beloved retracted from your pussy, dragging his length along your walls. You whimpered when he suddenly bucked forward again, stretching your opening wide open. You felt every inch of him inside you.

“Ah,” Jaha threw his head back as he began to settle in a relentless pace, pumping his cock in and out of you faster by every passing second. “It’s been so long since I’ve been inside you.”

The squelching noises echoing in the room are deafening, and the moans that started to dribble out of you intermingled with the lewd noises. Jaha dug his fingers into your skin and without disrupting his merciless fucking, he pried open your hanfu with his other hand. Your bra, woven in expensive fabric, was exposed to his sights. His palm descended over one of your breasts, mauling the soft flesh.

“I forgot how nice these feel.” Jaha squeezed your nipple between his fingers. He tugged and twisted at the small nub. You attempted to stifle your noises by biting your lower lip, but upon seeing your endeavor, Jaha clicked his tongue in dismay. “Perhaps I’ve been a little too negligent of you lately. You’ve forgotten how much I hate you being quiet when I’m fucking you.”

At last, a moan finally broke through your resolve after Jaha bent over your frame and pushed his hips against yours, driving the head of his cock deeper inside of you in the process. His tip brushed against your sensitive spot, causing your moan to resonate louder in the room. You felt a vivid flutter in the pit of your stomach as Jaha thrusted in and out of you, every snap of his hips stroking your most sensitive spot.

“Ah... wait—,” You exhaled. “Too deep.”

A smirk painted over Jaha’s youthful countenance as he studied your flushed expression, triumph apparent on his face. “That’s the way you like it.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a statement – one that you could not refute. His lips purchased over your neck. His teeth nibbled on the tender flesh, grazing over a small portion. A sharp surge of pain ran through your spine and to your injured skin as his canines punctured through your flesh. You could feel the sensation of your warm blood oozing out of you.

Jaha hummed at the sight, his eyes half lidded as he dipped his head once again to lap your blood. As he pulled away, he whispered. “You taste the same.”

The metallic taste of your blood must have heightened his arousal for you. You instantly felt him throb inside of you, his hardening cock expanding your velvety walls. “Do you like this, my love? Do you like being fucked in front of my men?”

His words dwelled in your head for an excruciatingly prolonged moment, incapable of comprehending the meaning of his statement. However, horror dawned over you and the vibrant color of vermillion painted your cheeks as it finally clicked.

Your gaze was torn from your Jaha to the disciples residing in the same room as you. Their stances did not alter from how you’d seen them the time you arrived. Their heads remained steady and set forward, but their masks (which only the Generals and the few elite disciples Jaha now had acquired wore) completely concealed every striking feature that could potentially expose their identity. You had no way of knowing if their gaze was settled upon you. But you knew better. Even if they retained any respect for you as an individual or as the lover of their superior, they couldn’t help it if their eyes strayed to you and Jaha, watching as he abusesd your cunt to release his frustrations and pent-up anger.

You bit your bottom lip. Don’t look at me.

“No, wait– ”

Your hands, quivering from the mortifying realization of your current predicament, moved against your volition. They darted towards Jaha, intent on taking hold of his shoulders and shoving him off but he caught on to you before you could initiate. His hand let go of your breast and captured your wrists in a single, swift swipe.

You grunted and mewled, dilated irises looking back at the small audience and then back to your beloved. “I have to cover up.” You mumbled to him, swallowing the growing lump in your throat. “They can see me, Jaha!” Your arms strained in effort as they tried to get your lover to unhand you but to no avail. His grip tightened at your struggle.

“Shut up.” Jaha muttered. He removed his other hand from your waist and wrapped it around your throat stringently, impeding your breathing. Air was immediately cut off as he choked you. You could feel his fingers drag against your delicate skin and your eyes stung. “Cum sluts don’t talk. So, don’t talk.”

Thick tears that had emerged from the corners of your eyes streamed down the sides of your red tinted visage as you were helplessly fucked against the table. Each time he thrusted in you, your back skid against the smooth surface of the desk. A mewl laced in agony filtered out of your mouth at the feeling of your flesh scraping against the table, but Jaha ignored your sounds. Either he found a sickening pleasure from your agony, or he simply couldn’t care less for your comfort, which was difficult to believe since he had been nothing but kind to you ever since you two first met.

An endless stream of moans slipped past your lips as his fat cock plunged deeper and deeper into your soaping cunt. The tip of his cock roughly kissed your cervix at each thrust.

You haven’t seen your partner display his prowess before, but you have caught wind of how powerful, and skilled he was despite his youthful appearance. A force to be reckoned with, his disciples and servants often described him when fighting was involved within the discussion. It wasn’t quite surprising that your scuffle against him was nothing but mere play to him. His grasp around your neck and wrists were vice like. The pain from his touch was agonizing, but a small part of you, embarrassingly enough, couldn’t help but be aroused by his power.

How were you getting turned on in a situation like this?

“Jaha, l-let... ah!... go of me.” Your exclamation did nothing to deter Jaha’s resolve. In fact, your protest urged him on.

Jaha pinned your hands over your head and finally, lets go of your throat. You breathed in deeply as soon as his fingers liberated your passageway, filling your lungs with the air he had denied you of.

“Let go of you?” An amused, almost sardonic chortle pushed past his jeering lips. “I don’t think your pussy wants me to.”

As to prove his point, the same hand which had held your neck moved in between your legs. You gasped in surprise as his digits pressed firmly against your clit and rubbed circular motions around your sensitive area. Despite yourself, a long-winded moan permeated into the room, combining with the lecherous sounds of your sloshing essence.

“See? You don’t want me to let go of you. In fact, you like this, don’t you?” Jaha stilled himself, carefully inserting his cock fully inside of you. You pussy spasmed around his long length. “Being fucked on a table, in front of strangers? Even a tramp has the decency to find some place private to get her stupid cunt plugged with cocks.”

Tears filled your eyes as his words sunk in. Degradation had not once found its way to Jaha’s lips before. He had always regarded you with love and respect, and not even in your worst rows did he insult you in any way. It was at that moment that all those warnings you did not heed from his disciples sunk in. They warned you of his crazy side, they warned you that he was a mad demon who should not be provoked. And yet, you did just that.

A sob wracked through your perspiring and panting frame. Your lips quivered as you pushed through the pleasure his cock and fingers were giving you. “Don’t – ” You groaned. “ – talk to me... ahh... like that!” You wished to salvage what little self-respect you had at the moment.   

“Haha.” Jaha laughed as he looked down at your dishevelled self. He leaned down and planted his lips against yours. There was no touch of delicateness in his actions, something you were not used to, and you doubted you ever would be. Thus, you move your head – or at least tried to – away from him but your motions must have encouraged him more. You felt him press harder against you and noticed the significant change of pace in his thrusts. Once he drew away from you, with a long string of saliva connecting your drooling lips, he smiled down at you. “You’re my wife-to-be. I can do and say whatever I want to you. Whether I call you a slut or treat you like a cock sleeve, it’s up to me and you’ll like it.”

A tear cascaded down your face. You couldn’t tell whether it was because you were hurt by his statement or excited. He cooed as he caught sight of your sorrows. “Oh, don’t give me your crocodile tears. It doesn’t look good on your pretty face.” Jaha took his hand away from your pussy – you struggled not to whine in protest – and dragged his thumb across your cheek. The dampness on your face was successfully wiped away, but you could smell your own cum smearing against your skin. “Better stop crying or I’m going to give you something else to cry about.”

You wanted to calm down after you heard him, to keep your tears at bay, but you weren’t quick enough. Or better yet, Jaha didn’t give you an ample amount of time to compose yourself. He clicked his tongue in disappointment. “No? Have it your way then.”

His hand grabbed a handful of your locks and pulled your head up and off the surface of the desk. You clamoured in pain, but it was replaced with a shrill groan as Jaha pushed into you, the head of his girth knocking against your cervix in the process. The gentleness that you have always perceived in your intimate moments together vanquished, leaving but the carnal need to get you drunk on his cock. He held no empathy for you at present time. You could tell by how intent he was in ruining your insides. But what mortified you was how your body responded eagerly to how disgustingly he was treating you. Your nipples hardened and your pussy clamped around his penis, gripping him greedily every time he pulled away.

A smirk made its way to his lips. “Did you just tighten around my cock?” He chuckled. Your body stiffened, surprised that he had noticed your walls contracting around him. “Do you like being treated like this? Like a whore?” His pelvis halted from slapping against you and boisterous laughter resounded within the room. Your wet eyes turned to observe if some of the disciples had forsaken their initial stance and have shamelessly watched Jaha plug your cunt, but Jaha gripped your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look into his eyes. “If I had known sooner...”

He inclined his body over yours completely. His chest slotted firmly over your own, compressing your lungs in the process. Your mouth opened to breathe. Jaha took this chance to shove his tongue inside you once more, licking and exploring your mouth.

Your wrists shifted under his grasp, trying to free them from his restrain. His tongue moved rapidly inside your mouth, leaving not even a single space uncharted of his dominance. A shudder ran down your spine as his tongue curled around your own, toying with it. You whimpered against his mouth.

“Ah!” Jaha abruptly disconnected himself from the kiss. You remained lying on the table, still taking every pleasurable thrust his cock gave. “You’re so cute like this. Are you sure you didn’t come just because you missed having your pussy screwed and filled?”

Without waiting for your reply, Jaha dove to the crook of your neck. You felt his teeth graze over your skin. He was taunting you.

At long last, his teeth sunk in your soft flesh, puncturing small lacerations against you. The pain that followed was instantaneous. If you hadn’t been in a state of haze, you would’ve been releasing a humiliating string of whimpers and wails. The pleasure and pain overlapped one another. Liquid of the color of crimson leaked from the very flesh your beloved had torn.

You felt Jaha throb inside you. The taste of your saliva and blood mixed in his tastebuds, prompting him to the edge of euphoria.

You took a gander at the disciples present in the room again and although you had suspected already, your eyes widened as you discovered all of them observing you from their respective distance. Your line-of-sight trailed down to their lower garments. The fabric of their clothing was annoyingly thick, and the folds made it almost impossible for you to assess their current condition. The outline may have been discreet, but you could tell that seeing you in your torn open hanfu with their superior using you as his cock sleeve riled them up.

You didn’t want to feel aroused by this, but something within you was enjoying this situation. You tightened around his length despite your own chastise to yourself. He let out a broken sigh of pleasure and wasted no time lapping up your blood. The manner he licked and sucked on your skin was no different from when he had his mouth eating you out.

“You know, [Y/N]. You can’t just come here anytime you want anymore. Not even if you’re my fiancé.” Whispered Jaha into your ear. He stilled his hips for a short while, and his momentary pause felt like an eternity to you. The knot in the pit of your stomach slowly untangled.

You whined in disapproval. With your body moving against your will, your ass pushed back against him. You narrowed your eyes, and bit your lower lip as you took more of his cock. A sense of triumph curtained you as you heard him choke in his own spit when your slit pressed against his balls. You rotated your hips, smearing them with your cum.

“Fuck me, [Y/N].” He exhaled, as he whispered, eyes fluttering to a close. “You have no clue how dangerous it is that you even left home. Times have changed. You can’t do whatever you want just because you feel like it.”

Jaha resumed his thrusts. Somehow, the temporary halt had been a silent way for him to recuperate. The speed at which he pumped into you was quicker, rocking your body up against the table and creating a terribly painful friction against your back. You felt his balls hitting your clit every now and then. Without warning, his fingers released your hair and your head thudded against the table. Before you could register the piercing pain that accumulated at a portion of your skull, his digits travelled back to your thighs, and they stroked your clit softly. You mewled at the sudden feeling, to which he smirked. “And yet you disobeyed my orders to stay at home. And for what exactly, huh?”

His fingers worked wonders on you. They rubbed and stroked furiously, intensifying the build-up in the pit of your stomach. The overwhelming satisfaction was addicting, enough to make you cross-eyed.

“To ask me if I’m alright?” He took his hand away from your union and clutched a bouncing tit, squeezing it. His cock twitched uncontrollably inside you and yet his face showed no signs of nearing release. “You risked your safety for something like that? Did you even think it through?”

Jaha pounded harder inside you, fiercer and more desperate than ever – desperately trying to gratify himself, to hurt you, and make you feel just about everything he desired you to feel.

Your legs trembled as a familiar coil slowly formed within your stomach. Jaha’s cock never ceased its abuse in your hole. His ridges dragged along your insides and his tip bruised your cervix every time his hips snapped forward. Ripples of pleasure coursed throughout your body just as a never-ceasing string of mewls and moans elicited from your drooling mouth.

“Jaha, please...” Your breathless begging came out in a form of a whisper. “I-I can’t – ”

You didn’t think he’d listen to you. You’ve already surmised that nothing you’ll say will ever prompt him back to the man he was to you. But you tried to hide your disappointment when he turned rigid and let go of your wrists. You winced as he slammed his hands on either side of your head.

“Hm?” Your heart raced as Jaha spoke. “What did you say again?”

The words that you had prepared to bellow got hitched in your throat. Uncertainty encompassed your figure as you strove to find an appropriate answer to him that would not result in a harsher punishment – and you dreaded ever knowing what exactly harsher meant for someone like Jaha. Supplying him with an answer that did not satisfy him would give him an opening to make a mockery out of you and have you screaming at the top of your lungs.

Jaha straightened his back and cast his scorching glower over his shoulders, towards his disciples.

“If you have something to say to me or to my fiancé, spit it out.”

His statement sent you into a frenzy of puzzlement. If Jaha had just been a wee harder than he had been now – and God knows in what degree of delirium he would’ve brought you if so – had he abandoned all inhibitions restricting him from making you cry and plead for his cock or his mercy, what little remained of your intellect would be down in the drain and nothing, but his name would be rolling out of your mouth. But you merely laid there, clothing and legs forced open, swallowing a cock whole, and with your juices dripping down your inner thighs.

It occurred to you only after a moment of composing yourself. He was not regarding you when he spoke.

Overcome with Jaha’s length pulsing and twitching inside your cunt, it nearly slipped your mind that the two of you were not alone in the room, and numerous prying and privy pair of eyes were observing your public indecency.

You did not know whether the whine that you produced was from relief or protest when your beloved pulled his cock out of you. He moved away from you swiftly as he slipped his wet dick back in his pants, not once taking his eyes off a particular disciple.

Your gaping pussy was in a perfect position for them to view. Your legs spread wide open, your sore hole leaking with globs of Jaha’s precum and trailing down your puckered ass, clit lathered in your combined essence, cheeks flushed, labored breathing, and tongue sticking out – their heated gazes pierced through your skin. Your vagina spasmed as your mind wandered to what wicked fantasies were raging in their minds.

The silence was heavy and suffocating - you couldn’t even hear the breath of any disciple, just your own mess of a state.

Jaha glanced at your form. For the years you had known him, you thought you could read your husband-to-be with ease. But right now, you couldn’t tell anything about him. His irises were blank, and his expression was laced with no dust of emotion. Perhaps this is what they meant when they called him a mad demon?

He took in the mess he made out of you, and his tongue ran along his lower lip. He placed the tip of his forefinger over your collarbone and slowly, he brought it down to the valley of your breasts, along one of your nipples, and finally settled on your lower belly. A shiver surged down your spine at the sensation of his touch.

Your body moved of its own accord. Your hands, though your wrists throbbed in pain, shakily pressed against the table to raise yourself up but Jaha secured his palm against your stomach, fixating you against the desk before you could even lift a single strand of your hair from its sprawled state. The corners of his eyes had slit, and fury graced what was once a blank canvas of an expression.

“Stay.” He commanded. He said nothing in addition to his simple order, but the threat behind his strict tone was enough for you to swallow your pride and resign to him.

His footsteps were concise and rapid, and before you could understand the situation, a commotion occurred outside your line of vision. Curiosity, ever the mischievous counteragent of discipline, compelled you to prop yourself on your arms and sit up on the table. Your arms moved to enact your will, but your blood ran cold as a sharp holler of pain reached your ear, followed by a distinct sound to a body plummeting to the ground.

No doubt it was the handiwork of Jaha. The little resolve you had accumulated in that short time of peace had vanquished. You lost the feeling of control over your body, and you opted to close your eyes to play blind of the happening just several meters from your nakedness.

“You’re the one who spoke earlier, right?” You winced as your ears picked up the sound of a kick and a tumbling body. A deep voice groaned in agony. “I want to hear what you said again. Can you repeat it?”

You waited for him to reiterate whatever he had said, but silence prevailed. Apprehension ate away at the back of your head.

You heard shuffling, hushed mumbles, and staggering footsteps – and then, you felt a presence close to you and another at the other side of the table.

Regardless of the fear gripping your heart, you fluttered open your eyes. The first thing that welcomed you back to reality was the familiar, handsome face of your husband. He curled a lock of your hair around his index finger. The way he coiled your tresses around his finger was tantalizing. He cocked his head to one side, watching quietly as your strands unfurled from his digit. “How does it feel to stand so close to my whore of a wife?”

“I don’t know, sir.”

Your whole body stiffened as you heard the voice of another man so close by, just by the opposite side of where you were forced to lie. You craned your head up, disregarding the numb pain you were putting on the top of your skull. A disciple – in all his masked glory – stood rigidly before you and Jaha, arms straightened at his sides and gaze forward – or so you wished to believe.

Your heartbeat accelerated. You could almost feel it thrumming in your throat. Having people watch you be screwed was one thing but having another man so close to you in your current state was another. Shame clouded over you. A noblewoman with her tits out, soaping pussy hungry for a cock to fill it, and completely vulnerable for any man to take advantage of – just what would your family say if they saw you like this?

Jaha let out a scoff. “I don’t believe you.” He asserted, glare sharpening. The disciple visibly swallowed. “What did you say about me and my fiancé earlier?”

You eased back to your former position, pupils darting from one direction to another. You did not know the identity of the man behind you. Concern for his safety should have been the last thing on your mind but you could not help feeling sympathy for him. Even strangers who you had thought were sitting at the top of power and control regarded your partner in a light of respect and fear. A lower-ranking underling like him would not survive a single swipe Jaha would deliver.

A clearing of throat. “I-I don’t know anymore, sir.” An obvious lie.

Jaha heaved out a sigh. His brows knitted together. “You don’t know a lot of things, do you? It’s a wonder how you managed to join my sect. Seongtae must have been out of his mind to consider you competent enough to deal with larger matters when you can’t even remember something you said just a moment ago.”

You felt the gentle hand of your partner trailing down the side of your face, as though admiring your beauty. You shuddered at the feeling. His touch wasn’t as warm as when he laid with you in the dead of night. It felt cold, almost unwelcoming, and yet it was delicate. How very confounding.

“You said that I shouldn’t treat my beloved like this.” Uttered Jaha, finally. “Interesting that you think that because I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

His motion was swift. His nails burrowed deeply into your skin as he clenched your jaw. “Look at her.” He moved your face in a direction. Your eyes locked with the masked face of the disciple. “Does she look like she hates being used like this? She’s my wife-to-be. You don’t have a say in how I treat her. Whether I want her to be my own personal slut or not, it’s not up to you.”

Your breath caught in your throat as Jaha snaked his palm between your thigh and cupped your heat. Immediately, your cum coated his hand. You folded your legs together impulsively, trying to keep his hand from acquiring a vaster coverage of your pussy.

A scoff tumbled out of his scowling lips. “Hey, cut that out.” A gasp escaped your mouth as he palmed your clit in response to your rejection. Your body became rigid. In that short amount of time of your stillness, Jaha managed to find the perfect access to your pussy hole. He stroked your clit faster, broadening the mess at your nether lips. Your nipples hardened at his actions. The vanishing pulse of pleasure returned, knotting once again at your lower belly.

Satisfaction gleamed in his eyes. Your heart leapt against your ribcage as a rush of dread struck you. Fighting through the pain circulating around your wrists, your hands enveloped one of his and your front leaned forward, gradually lifting your back from the table. “Jaha, whatever you’re thinking, please,” You implored. “D-Don’t do it – I’m sorry – ”

A yelp pierced through your mouth, followed by a deep intake of air as Jaha slammed you back against the surface. Your breasts bounced at the harsh contact and drifting through the silence of the air was an obscene sound of your pussy squirting.

Jaha threw his head back as laughter rumbled through his chest and filtered out of his mouth. Scarlet shadowed over your cheeks as your eyes stared off to anywhere but to any pair of eyes in the room. The burning gazes from the disciples over your slovenly frame heightened. If Jaha were not here in the room to deter them...

“What a disgusting sound! I knew you were getting off on being watched like this!” He snickered. He cast his sights back on the disciple by the table, an eyebrow raised. “Do you see him, my darling? He seems very, very interested in getting to know you. What better way to make acquittance than being intimate?” Yet another loud gasp tore from your throat as Jaha peeled away from your cunt and smacked it once. A rather disturbing sound of your juices splattering against you and his hand entered your ears. “And it looks to me that you share the same sentiment.”

A confusing feeling erupted from within you. Fear and thrill of what was to come. You have never laid with another man before, much less a stranger whose identity you do not know of. But as you continue to run over the idea, the more menacingly it seemed to loom over you. You are a nobleman whose parents expect you to bring honor to them in any way. Letting a man who is not your husband have his way with you will not only reflect on you, but the reputation of your clan.

Jaha leaned down until you felt his hot breath fan over your ear. He whispered. “Relax, [Y/N]. I’m not going to let him fuck you.” You didn’t know whether to take comfort from his words or not. “Just let me have this for now.”

He poised himself back to his original height. Your eyes dilated as he brought his slick-covered hand to his mouth. His tongue slowly wrapped around every inch of his fingers, tasting you in every lap of his pink muscle.

Jaha’s black hair bounced as he moved his head back, humming in absolute delight. “Ahh,” He moaned, tone laced with honey and ecstasy. “You taste so good, my darling.” He studied the disciple near the table with an innocent smile – the kind that was so innocent that a sense of foreboding trickled from it. “I’m sure you’re just dying to have a taste of her.”

The disciple cleared his throat with a firm cough. His jaw twitched. “You’re mistaken, sir. I don’t wish to... taint anything precious to you.”

“Oh, come on, don’t give me that kiss attitude. You don’t get to play Mister Respectful after what you said earlier.” Abandoning his place beside you, Jaha rounded the desk and took a step forward until he stood beside the disciple. It was outstandingly comical, the scene presented before you – a tall man breaking in sweat at the presence of a man shorter than him, whose face was woven in youth and innocence. Anyone who didn’t know better would easily be deceived. But the circumstances were dire, not only for you.

Jaha set his left palm on the smooth surface of the table and distributed his weight on his left arm. His head tilted to the side. In a flash, Jaha’s hand grasped roughly a handful of his subordinate’s hair and forced the poor male to level with him until their noses brushed against each other. You did not know if your eardrums deceived you, but you could’ve sworn a whimper of fright washed over the disciple’s quaking lips as Jaha appraised him in lights of displeasure and irritation.

“I’m feeling quite generous today.” Jaha declared out of nowhere. “Why don’t you get to know my fiancé? It’s a privilege I don’t give to many, so be grateful.” With a harsh shove, the disciple staggered ever so slightly, trying hopelessly to regain his equilibrium that his superior had thrown off.

With the colors he was shamelessly flaunting before you at this moment, it didn’t take you quite a lot of time to deduce what sick scheme he had formulated in his mind. The adrenaline that pumped through your veins goaded your body to move even if the danger that was your partner observed you under a sharp gaze. Your legs shifted and slipped against the wood and your hands desperately tried to make a purchase on any leverage as the need to engulfed your senses and rationality.

Tantalizing red hues rolled at your pathetic display. “Huh.” Jaha hummed.

Your eyes glimmered with hope as you finally found your balance and body coordination. You sat up on the table, and just as you were about to place all your weight on your feet, a hand enveloped your arm and pulled you until your back was slotted against a firm chest.

“I love how you think you can escape. You looked so cute smiling a bit there.” Jaha chuckled in your ear. He planted a soft kiss on your exposed neck as his hands snaked to your chest, cupping your tits and squeezing them.

“Jaha, stop,” You felt dampness at the sides of your face again. “Haven’t you done enough?”

But to you, it seemed that your plea passed through one ear to the other as Jaha locked his arms over your waist, hands sliding lower and lower until you felt him touch your pussy. A broken and strained moan broke through your lips as his fingers slid in and out of your hole. Your fingers scratched against his clothes until they curled tightly on the cloth. Your inner thighs and bunched hanfu were covered in your thick juices.

Oh God, what will the people think of me now?

“So wet.” Muttered Jaha. “For me? Or for that disciple of mine?”

Without waiting for your answer, you were shocked to feel Jaha’s forefinger draw a soft line on your slit. He dragged it along several more times, varnishing his digit completely of your wetness. He faced the disciple with a beaming smile. “Here, go ahead and have a taste.”

You averted your gaze away, praying to whatever God that was willing to bestow even the smallest of mercy over you. A small part of you wanted to avert your gaze back, and see the exchange, but another part of you wished to remain in the darkness and the little solitude you had and wait for refusal or acceptance of the disciple to his Masters order.

Perhaps it was insensitive of you but whatever misfortune fell over him, you silently aspired for it to happen sooner. You promised yourself, even outside of your vows, that no other man would lay a hand on you other than he who you chose to marry, and now the very man you’ve promised your life and loyalty to is offering you to another man.

Disgust tugged at your heartstrings. Never in your life have you been more repulsed with yourself and with the man you loved.

“Oh?” You winced as boisterous laughter from your betrothed bounded against the walls of his workspace. It’s shrill and menacing, just like him. “You didn’t – oh, this is hilarious! You actually tried to lick my finger?”

Momentary relief washed over you. Jaha took a second to pause, surveying his subordinates, as though waiting for some of them to speak up against him, but he was welcomed only with terse quietude. All eyes averted from the mad demon, and the corner of his lips curved up.

He appraised the disciple whose head was lowered in humiliation. The rigidness that he had once exuded had disappeared, instead replaced with total surrender.

Jaha popped his finger in his mouth, licking your juices off. “That was stupid, but at least I know you have guts. Maybe you do have some qualities to become a martial artist.”

You craned your head to look at Jaha. Your heart palpitated faster when you found him staring at you, a jeering sneer painted over his visage. With one hand, he gripped your throat tight. A choking sound stumbled out of your mouth as you struggled to inhale. Slowly, very slowly – one could easily be fooled into assuming he was being delicate with you – he guided you to your feet.

With all the stimulation you had received, your control over your body had disoriented and combined with the constriction on your throat, you struggled to find your balance. However, all your efforts were in vain as Jaha released you. Without the leverage his hold provided, your knees gave way and your whole body fell limply on the ground. You hissed in pain as your knee scraped against the wooden floors.

Jaha claimed his position in front of you and kneeled. You veered your head away from him and your hands hurriedly scrunched the front of your hanfu to cover your breasts. Jaha exhaled through his nose. “Don’t piss me off.” His fingers gripped one hand of yours tightly and tore it away from your chest. Your breast bounced back into view. He did the same procedure to your other hand until your breasts were both revealed to everyone again.

Jaha lowered his head until his nose brushed against your own. His cutting gaze scrutinized your wide, teary eyes. And he laughed.

“You’re so cute.”

To your utter surprise, his lips fell upon yours, silencing any sobs you could’ve made. Comforting warmth spread throughout your body and you found yourself reciprocating his affection. This wasn’t something you anticipated, not after everything he’s done so far.

Jaha has always had the ability to string you back to him, no matter what.

He withdrew from you. “Calm down. I’m not going to let him touch you.” He consoled. You looked into his eyes. You searched for any hint of dishonesty or hidden cruelty beneath the eyes you’ve come to love so much. Words couldn’t express the relief that struck your heart when you found none. Was it stupid for you to trust him blindly like that? Yes. But it wasn’t like you had any choice.

Your lips parted to question what he was going to do next, but Jaha stood back up and retreated from you. He ventured towards the disciple whose joints knotted in apprehension as your fiancé approached him. Your hands came to cover your private parts – although it was a little too late for that. As you scanned the room, you noticed that the other disciples either had their heads hung low or shifted to the side, looking at the walls or the floor. None of them were looking at you.

“Move!”

You turned back to your fiancé and the disciple he had been having a grand time toying with. Your chest tightened in apprehension as Jaha shoved the man towards you. His left foot caught on his right foot, and he lost his balance. You closed your eyes and shifted your body as far as you could when the disciple fell in front of you.

The mad demon got on one knee next to him, gripping his curls. “Watch closely, okay?”

The disciple simply nodded in submission.

Jaha turned to you. “Open your legs.”

Your eyes widened. “What? No – ”

“I didn’t ask.” Your blood ran cold at the tone of his voice. “I said open your legs.”

Without another word, you lifted your hanfu skirt and slowly opened your legs. Redness took over your cheeks as you heard the audible squelch as your opening spread.

“You see that?” Jaha glances at the disciple. “Do you like that? Do you want to put your cock inside her?”

The disciple was visibly frozen. Even with his mask, you could feel his heated stare on you. A noticeable bulge tented the fabric of his lower garment.

Despite yourself, a shot of arousal coursed through your system. Your mind swirled with ideas that should’ve made you sick but didn’t. Something about the thought of taking another man with your husband-to-be watching tightened the coil at your abdomen.

You wanted to avert your eyes from the erection the disciple possessed but you couldn’t find it in yourself to move. You gulped.

Having a stranger’s cock enter you, forcing your hole to accommodate his girth and pleasure him as your fiancé watched nearby, the other nameless disciples unable to do anything but spare glances your way, smothering back their own arousals as their fellow fucked their superior’s woman...

Jaha spoke. “Wider.”

You did as told without hesitation. Using his other hand, Jaha places two fingers over your pussy lips. You bit your lower lip as he stroked your clit. With his index and middle finger, he pried them, revealing more of your drenched hole to everyone in the room.

“Ahh,” Your shoulders tensed when a finger penetrated your pussy. Your toes curled as he thrusted in and out experimentally, as if assessing your cunt.

“Nice and wet, just for you.” Jaha took his finger out of you and toyed with your stickiness. “Isn’t my wife just so darling? Even to men she doesn’t know, she prepares herself. Makes me wonder how many times she’s been aroused by having her male servants surround her.”

The disciple’s head bobbed as Jaha let go of his hair. He stood up as he stuck his finger in his mouth, sucking your cum off. “Well?” Jaha chimed, smiling down at the two of you. “What are you waiting for?”

You thought your neck would snap as you turned to face the disciple. You did not know what was happening behind his mask. But you did know that though his fear prevailed, he couldn’t ignore the twitching and growing bulge in his pants.

Controlled by his fear, and the throb between his legs, the disciple – with quivering hands – shakily undid his belt and pulled his pants down to his thighs. Your pussy pulsed at the sight of a large cock springing eagerly at your face. Veins ran along the base of his massive girth with precum drooling down its sides from its blood engorged tip.

It’s big – you thought – but not as big as Jaha.

His Adam’s Apple bobbed up and down as he did a once over at your form – sitting prettily below him, nipples hard, and legs spread wide open with a wet pussy begging to be fucked. You must have been quite a sight to behold, you realized, as you heard the disciple heave a shuddering sigh.

He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked himself a few times. A thick, pearl of precum formed at his head. His palm gathered his slickness and lathered it all over his entire length.

You stared intently at him. Your tongue wiggled inside of your mouth, wishing to lick the disciple silly. But soon enough, horror dawned over you when you processed your own thoughts. This wasn’t like you. Turned on from another man’s cock – God knows what Jaha would do if he discovered you liking this.

You took a gander at your fiancé.

“Jaha.” You whispered. “Must we do this?”

Jaha exhaled sharply through this nose. A smirk danced over his lips. “But you’re liking this!” He declared. “Why would I want to stop?”

Your attention reverted back to the disciple when you heard his breathing grow heavier. He stood before you with his hard cock in his hand, still pumping and producing precum. It stood proudly close to your face that you could smell the disgusting odor of his dick.

“Don’t drool too much, [Y/N].” You heard Jaha say jokingly.

The disciple gulped. “I’m sorry, ma’am.”

A puzzling mix of terror and desire developed within you as the disciple murmured his apology and at the same time, he got on his knees and aligned his cock at your entrance. Your hands moved to push away but the icy glare Jaha sent you forced you to stop.

Depite Jaha saying that he would not let the man touch you, it seemed like he was truly gonna go through with this. The only thing you could do was hope for this to end as soon as possible.

You shut your eyes tightly and waited for the inevitable feeling of the head of his cock prod against your nether but... nothing happened. A scream of hurt and fear and a body falling on the floor prompted you to open your eyes.

The first thing that you saw was Jaha standing before you, his back facing you. Your line-of-sight trailed down and you saw the disciple sprawled on the floor, his mask discarded somewhere under the table and his hands clutching a part of his face. The lust he had felt dissipated as Jaha towered over him.

“Ah, it appalls me just how far your stupidity can go.”

Jaha circled around the disciple, and finally you saw his expression. A smile – no. What you saw playing over Jaha’s face was the furthest thing from a smile. It resembled one, but the darkness behind it wouldn’t consider it a smile.

Your nails dug into your palms as you watched Jaha from your respective distance. Never have you seen him so intimidating, so frightening. Seeing him like this, you didn’t think you’d like. The heat in your stomach was so intense. You rubbed your thighs together as you continued watching him.

You didn’t flinch when Jaha pressed his foot against the disciple’s abdomen. “What made you think you can fuck my wife?” His question was simple and yet held so much authority in its inflexion.

“But you said–”

Jaha pressed more on his abdomen, successfully eliciting a whimper from the lower rank. “Think about it, you fucker. You’ve worked under me for so long and you can’t tell if I’ll really allow you to fuck my wife?” The atmosphere and temperature, dreadful it had already been, dropped to the point where everyone but you feared for their lives. Jaha’s gaze landed on the other man’s cock, and laughter bubbled out of his mouth. “Take a good look at yourself. Do you think that can pleasure her?” He threw his head back, still laughing. “I doubt she’d even feel a thing if you put it in her.”

The disciple heeded no mind to the mortifying degradation his superior said to him and attempted to compose himself. 

"Please, sir, forgive me!"

Jaha clicked his tongue. “Now you’re begging for forgiveness?” He shook his head. “Listen... I understand that you have been born stupid, but did you really think I wouldn’t recognize my own disciples?”

Your eyes widened as you saw Jaha grip the man’s throat and lift him up into the air. “Whoever sent you here... must be as stupid as you are. You really thought I wouldn’t notice you milking the others for information? How ridiculous.”

You could feel your heartbeat thundering against your eardrums as Jaha flexed his hand. So, the reason Jaha was being so cruel to this one man was because he was a spy. But still...

Quickly, you rose to your feet, ignoring how you stumbled as you did. “Jaha, don’t– ”

Jaha ignored you once more. He narrowed his eyes at the "disciple”, the smile dropping from his face. “Well... anyway, if you survive, I’ll consider forgiving you.”

It all happened too fast. Jaha gripping the man’s throat tighter, the blinding flash of lightning, the blood curling scream tearing through the silence, promptly followed by the thud of a lifeless body.

You felt your legs give out once more, and soon enough found yourself on the ground. Your eyes remained rooted on the man’s corpse.

Jaha fluttered his hand, mimicking a motion of a nobleman ridding himself off the dirt that got on his hand. “Take this thing out and get out of here.”

The other disciples have not yet even taken a step forward to enact his order when Jaha suddenly took a lock of your hair in his hold. You turned to look at him only to be greeted by his massive dock slapping against your face, smearing your cheek with precum.

“Now,” Jaha smirked, eyes glinting with lust. “Suck.”

You didn’t have to be asked twice. Your mouth took him whole quickly, slurping sloppily at his cock. His hand ran through your hair and his head moved back. He pushed your head forward, forcing you to take him in deeper. The sound of you choking filled the room. Not even the heavy footsteps of the disciples as they dragged away their “colleague” from the room could compete with the obscene sounds you were making.

“Fuck, fuck, just like that.” He released your hair and stroked your locks once again. You looked up at Jaha. This wasn’t the first time you’ve sucked him off. You’ve lost count of the times he’s requested you to suck him when he was stressed over matters, he never told you of. But even so, you never get tired of seeing him like this – flushed face, furrowed eyebrows, and completely at your mercy.

You pulled away from his cock and ran your tongue over the ridges. You left long strips of saliva on the base and proceeded to give kitty licks and the occasional sharp suck on the head of his cock. You rubbed your thighs together, trying to alleviate your lust. You didn’t hear the door close, but you knew it did when Jaha pulled your mouth from his cock and forced you to your feet.

You haven’t even fully recovered from the haze of lust from sucking, but already he had you against the wall. With one hand clutching your jaw, he used the other to lift your hanfu, showing your pussy to him.

“Jaha!... Wait – fuck!”

He didn’t have the time to listen to you. He pushed the head of his cock past your pussy lips, and with one single thrust, he’d bottomed out inside of you again.  

Jaha pounded into you hard. He did not let you adjust to his intrusion, leaving you mewling and dragging your nails on his back. The sound of his hips smacking against yours have once again filled the room, much like earlier. The only difference was that this time there were no foreign eyes watching the two of you. A series of moans escaped your mouth as your pussy fluttered and gripped your fiancée’s cock. Your precum was scattering all over your thighs at his every thrust. Jaha bit and sucked at your skin, marring your flesh with his possessive marks. He had always been this way. Leaving love bites on any place he could to show his possession over you.

“You should’ve seen the look on your face when that guy showed his cock to you.” You wailed pitifully as Jaha took your breasts in his hands. Without faltering in his pace, he fondled and mauled with your hardened and sensitive nubs. His combined ministrations caused your eyes to roll back and your tongue to slip out of your mouth.

He inhaled sharply. He gazed deeply in your eyes. “You wanted him inside of you.”

“No...! ”

One of his hands released your tit and came down to slap your ass. You whimpered in pleasure.

“Don’t even lie. I know what I saw.” He pressed his heaving chest against yours. Your breasts squishing against him. “Why do you think I killed him?”

You gasped, but you didn’t know whether it was from the shock of his confession or the harsh slamming of his hips against yours. “You killed him because–”

You assumed it was because he was a spy, but...

“ – because I was jealous, that’s right.” He breathed out, half lidded eyes gazing heatedly at you. “You don’t want to know what else I’ll do when you make me jealous.”

You felt his cock throb inside you. You moaned, and you began to meet his movement, moving your hips up and down as much as you could in your current position.

“Jaha...” You moaned his name. You kept getting pushed to the edge of euphoria.  

“Shit, you’re gripping me so tight.” Jaha took your ass in his hands and bounced you on his cock along the rhythm of his thrusts. “Are you going to cum?”

Your capability to speak was stolen from you – all too drunk on the way his cock kept brushing on a spongy spot in your pussy – so your head could only nod in answer.

“Cum with me then, [Y/N]. Show me how good I’m making you feel!”

The coil in your abdomen unravelled, and so did you. Your release rocked your whole body. Your body arched against Jaha, and your hips rode him faster, prolonging your release. Jaha spluttered in surprise, his hands digging into your ass as he followed. You swore you would find bruises the next day. Strings of his thick load shot inside your pussy one after another, slowly filling you to the brim until warmth spread across your abdomen.

He moaned in your ear. You shuddered when his hot breath fanned your neck. His voice was deep. You could never get used to him moaning like that so close to you.

“Take it all in, baby. Take my cum, take it.” Jaha whispered in your ear. You whined as he released deep inside you. His head fell on your shoulder as he filled you up. He pumped his deflating cock in and out of you, making sure none of his cum went to waste. All your cunt could do was greedily milk all his cum, as it was used to doing.

You could feel your legs tremble every now and then as globs of his load drooled out from your union, snaking down your inner thigh and plopping noisily against the ground.

Ripples of pleasure from your release slowly exited your body, and the unbearable weight of fatigue dawned over you. Your legs straightened and your arms coiled around your partner’s neck. You rested your head over the crook of his neck and slumped your entire weight against him.

Jaha wrapped his arms around you. A hum thrummed in his throat. “Tired?”

You nodded once. “Mm.. yes.”

“Well, that’s too bad.” A strangled gasp flourished from your lips and your irises expanded when you felt your walls expand as Jaha gradually hardened inside of you again. Still sensitive from your recent orgasm, your body did not take too long to elicit an enthusiastic response to the stimulus, and you began clenching around his girth. He took hold of your chin between his fingers, a broad smirk that sent shivers down your spine etching across his face.

“I’m not done with you yet.”