#tranquilreign

You were beautiful, dressed in a simple cloth robe, adorned with silk and lace. A small rope was tied underneath your bust, it accentuating the curve of your breasts. Namjoon knew from then, that he wanted you, and nothing was going to get in his way.

Descending from the heavens he presented himself to you, the sight catching you off guard. You gasped, not expecting any god to show themselves for you. It was no surprise that gods and goddesses were large beings, but you hadn't expected them to be this big.

"Good evening," Namjoon spoke, voice like silk.

You said nothing, instead dropping to your knees and bowing, showing the highest respect for the king of the gods. He let out a low chuckle, shrinking himself down to your size and helping you stand.

"Please, you do not need to bow to me."

"F-forgive me your holiness, it is rare to receive an unannounced visit from any god, let alone yourself."

"I see. Well I believe it's about time us gods visit more often, which is why I am here today," Namjoon explained. "I wanted to show someone what heaven was like- to help encourage them to do more good in life so when their time comes, they can enter peacefully through the gates into tranquility and comfort."

"And you are my first choice."

There was a short silence. You were trying to comprehend what you were hearing. The mighty lord Namjoon, the leader of all gods and goddesses, was granting his subjects glimpses into what their afterlife could be.

Yet, this was all simply a lie to Namjoon. A way to lure you in, convince you that you were special and that showering you with this privilege would have you submit to him entirely.

"Allow me to escort you up," Namjoon offered, holding out his hand in a gentlemanly manner.

You hesitated, but ultimately agreed, sliding your hand into his. He smirked, hiding his true intent behind gentle eyes, bringing you up into the heavens. Namjoon returned to his original size, sitting down in his throne.

You were in awe at the sight before you. Gold and white blended seamlessly in the interior design, conveying its angelic appearance.

"This is my home, I hope you don't mind me just showing you this. I don't think the other gods and goddesses would appreciate me bringing a human into their homes."

"It's beautiful," you gaped, barely taking in Namjoon's words.

A small waterfall descended into a bath, the water looking like crystals as it glistened against the sunlight. Namjoon watched you closely, concealing his grin.

"Would you like to take a bath?"

You head spun around to him, blushing at his question. You stuttered over your words, unsure how to reply. The thought of him watching you as you bathed had your stomach twist in anticipation, yet no man, or god- in this case- had seen you at your most vulnerable.

"P-please forgive me your holiness, I wouldn't want to taint your home-"

"You wouldn't be tainting anything, my subject, you are beautiful," Namjoon spoke truthfully. "Shall I join you? Will that make you feel more comfortable?"

The idea had you flush even more than before. You averted your gaze, playing with the silk of your dress. Your discomfort and embarrassment hadn't gone unnoticed, and it suddenly clicked why you were so hesitant.

"Ah, I understand. You humans do not engage in these kinds of... activities unless you are- what do you called it? Married?"

You nodded shyly, looking at the ground. Namjoon leaned down from his throne, his god-like finger resting under your chin, and making you look at him.

"Well here, in heaven, there are no laws put into place for these things. And since you are here, that freedom applies to you too," Namjoon spoke softly, though his kind-hearted tone hid the burning desire he had for you.

Namjoon shrunk back down to human size, tracing his hand up the side of your left arm, to the silk that draped over your shoulder down your breasts. Gently, he pulled the cloth off your shoulder, allowing your garment to pool at your ankles, revealing yourself entirely.

Namjoon had to suppress the moan that sat at the back of his throat, subtly palming himself through his tunic. Your gaze shifted towards the bath, wanting nothing more than to be in there at that moment.

"May I go into the bath, you're holiness?" you asked shyly.

"Of course, my subject," Namjoon answered, voice laced with desire. "I shall join you momentarily."

You bowed, thanking him. Stepping out of your dress, you walked over to the bath, submerging yourself within the water. You couldn't help but watch as Namjoon sauntered away, grabbing two human-sized chalices and walking back over to the bath.

"Here, have some wine. It'll help relax you."

Mumbling a quiet thanks, you grabbed the chalice with both hands, bringing the liquid up to your nose and sniffing. It smelled like regular wine, except it's fruitiness seemed to be more sweet, as if delicate hands had worked the mixture into its final product.

The water sloshing next to you pulled your attention away from the sweet scent and to Namjoon, who was sitting on the opposite side of the bath, arms resting on the edge.

Your cheeks flushed as your eyes wandered shamelessly down his muscular body, finally landing upon his hardened length. Subconsciously you licked your lips, eyes unwavering from him.

Namjoon knew you were watching him, and he relished in it. He could imagine all the lewd thoughts you were having of him. Your pretty lips wrapped around his cock as he throat fucked you, or how you would come undone on his length. The thoughts had him biting his lip, wanting nothing more than to take you then and there.

But he needed to be patient, allow you to warm up to him, to get comfortable enough where you would completely surrender yourself to him, entirely.

"You're staring," Namjoon finally spoke, his words pulling you out of your trance.

"My apologies," you squeaked, bowing your heard apologetically.

Namjoon chuckled, moving to stand up. You watched as he approached you, stopping right in front of you. Trying your best to not stare you looked back down to your chalice of wine.

"If you want to touch me, you need only ask, my subject."

Namjoon's words startled you. So much so that you tumbled over your words. He chuckled, gently grasping your hand and guiding you to wrap your fingers around him.

"You need not worry about your innocence. It is not a sin to touch a god in this way."

"I'm sorry," you mumbled. "I just don't know what to do. I wouldn't want to disappoint you. That, and I'm also still..." you trailed off.

"A virgin?" Namjoon asked, his tone playful. "I know. But I shall guide you through, if you'll allow me too."

You finally looked at him. His eyes were gentle and held understanding. His encouragement, boosted your confidence a little, and your grip tightened a little around him.

Namjoon smiled, guiding your hand up and down his length. He let out a sigh of content, his head falling back at the sensation. Letting his hand fall to his side, you continued, keeping the same pace.

There was something about you that Namjoon found so alluring, yet he was unsure what it was. Maybe your innocence that he so desperately wanted to taint, or your inexperience. Either way, he wanted to ruin you in everyway imaginable.

"Just like that my subject, you're doing so well for me," Namjoon breathed, head falling forward to look at you.

The sight of you almost pushed him to his limit. You were looking up at him, eyes full of innocence, but the desire to please. He gently pulled your hand away, the action having you worry that you may had done something wrong.

He chuckled, "do not be disheartened, I am simply getting us more comfortable."

Namjoon sat down next to you, the warm water brushing against your nipples, the sensation making you shiver. The action hadn't gone unnoticed by the god. He grinned at how sensitive you were, though humans always were when it came to sex.

"Come here, my subject."

You allowed him to guide your body over him, so you now straddling his hips. You couldn't help but squirm at the feeling of his cock rubbing against your clit, the action having you release a small moan.

Namjoon only grinned, gently grasping your hips and controlling your movements over his length. You subconsciously began to roll your hips in rhythm with him, your hands now placed upon his shoulders.

The god only grinned, watching as you succumbed to your own desires. You head fell back, eyes closed as small mewls left your lips. Your breasts bounced slightly, and Namjoon couldn't help himself. Once of his hands moved from your hip, tracing slowly up your stomach and grasping your right breast. Gently, he kneaded the flesh, letting his thumb gently brush over your nipple.

"Oh, my," you gasped, back arching, a sign you enjoyed his touch.

"Being so good for me, my loyal subject. So reactive to my touch," Namjoon whispered, fingers gently pinching your nipple now.

You jerked at the feeling, but enjoyed it nonetheless, your chest heaving from the pleasure. Finally giving into his temptation, Namjoon leaned forward, attaching his lips to your hardened nipple. He flicked his tongue over the bud, changing his technique and speed every so often.

You couldn't speak, consumed by the pleasure. The burning pool in your lower stomach increased, the sensation being something unlike you had ever felt, and you wanted to reach the end of it.

Your movements, increased, now chasing your high. The water, splashed over the edges of the bath, wetting the floor as your movements became for desperate.

"Cum for me, my subject, cum all over me," Namjoon whispered against your chest, taking the opportunity to move to your other breast.

With one final moan, the burning pool burst. Your body trembled as the unfamiliar feeling washed over you.

"So good for me, so perfect," Namjoon mumbled, pulling away from your chest.

He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, taking the opportunity to pull you into a kiss, yet, you hesitated. Namjoon frowned, not because he was angry, but confused.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, I just-"

"You need not apologise. I just thought I could get a kiss, after making you feel as good as you did," Namjoon sulked, feigning hurt.

His act worked as well, the guilt bubbling up inside of you. He, indeed, did make you feel good. Exceptional. Yet why did you hesitate?

Pushing aside the nerves, you leaned in, wrapping your arms around his neck, immediately deepening the kiss. He smiled against your lips, his hands falling upon your hips once again. Lifting you slightly, he aligned his cock with your entrance.

"Just relax for me. This may hurt a little," Namjoon soothed, planting kissed against your shoulder.

You nodded in consent, taking deep breaths and preparing yourself for the pain. Namjoon guided you onto him, gently pushing you further down.

The feeling of him stretching your walls burned. Your eyes screwed shut and you instinctively leaned into Namjoon, nails digging into his shoulders. He kissed your head, whispering praises of how well you were taking him.

When he was finally all the way in, he sat still, allowing you to adjust to his size, and length. He was so big, it felt as though you were going to burst. You panted, taking deep breaths to help relax more.

Eventually, the pain subsided, and slowly you moved. It was still a little painful, but that soon turned into pleasure as you grinded into him.

"That's it," Namjoon cooed.

His hips would thrust up slightly, every so often, the feeling of your walls tightening around leaving him in ecstasy. Your movements soon changed, now lifting yourself up and sinking back down onto him.

Namjoon whispered nothing but praises to you, his words growing your confidence even further. Except now, Namjoon was back in control, holding your hips in place as he thrusted up into you.

"Oh, gosh," you mewled, back arching.

Every thrust, he hit against your g-spot, bringing you closer to your high with each one. Namjoon watched you begin to slowly come undone on him, and he wanted to be there with you too.

His movements became rougher, water splashing over the edges of the bath even more than before. You were a mess, moaning profanities that, typically, Namjoon would be apposed to. But hearing them from you, while you sounded so beautiful, made him feral.

His orgasm was approaching fast, thrusting up one final time. You both moaned in unison, your orgasms washing over you. Your chest heaved, trying to catch your breath. Namjoon held you still, both of you sensitive.

"Stand up for me, my subject," Namjoon ordered.

With shaky legs, you stood, holding onto the gods shoulders for balance. Namjoon couldn't help but bit his lip, watching as your mixed orgasms ran down your leg.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

You stepped off of him, sinking back down next to him. You pulled your knees up to your chest, concealing your body from him. The pleasure had subsided, and you couldn't help but feel ashamed for seeming to eager for him. Namjoon sensed your shame, turning to face you.

"You need not feel shame, my subject. You are blessed to have been with a god, especially me," Namjoon boasted.

"I do not feel shame for being with you, your holiness. My eagerness to please..." you trailed off.

"Your eagerness," Namjoon began, placing his hand of your cheek, "showed me your love for me. There is no shame in that."

His words made you smile, but it was soon cut short.

"But I'm afraid I must take you home. I shall allow you to wash up and dry off. Once you are ready, I shall take you home."

Your heart dropped slightly, though you didn't expect anything from him. He was doing you a kindness, showing you what heaven looked like, and of course, so much more. Yet a part of you couldn't help but feel upset at your departure.

Namjoon had stood out of the bath, allowing you to fully clean up and put your garment back on. He watched you the whole time, finding your beauty to be breathtaking.

"I would like to call upon you again in the future, if you were to return to my temple," Namjoon confessed.

"O-of course, your holiness," you stuttered. "I visit your temple nearly every day."

Namjoon grinned.

"Then we may be seeing each other again sooner than we thought."

The wind howled as he continued, finally reaching the village. It was small, very small. It looked if no more than fifty people lived there. Jungkook's presence hadn't gone unnoticed. Mothers rushed their children into their homes, while men sneered at the newcomer.

"You sure you're in the right place, boy?" one of them asked, a bottle of booze in hand.

Jungkook ignored the man, continuing into the center of the village. In front of him stood a large log cabin, most likely the home of the village mayor. His theory was correct when an middle aged man stepped out from the building.

"Are you the witch hunter that answered our plea?!" the man asked frantically.

"Yes, sir. That would be me," Jungkook responded politely.

"Thank you, oh, thank you for saving us."

"I haven't saved you yet, do not celebrate too early," Jungkook warned, his tone unwavering.

"I- yes, of course. Please, allow me to take your steed, I shall put him in the stables, while my daughter," the man stepped aside, gesturing to the woman behind him, "she shall take you inside to get you cleaned up after such a long journey."

Jungkook nodded, gentle patting his horse one more time in reassurance, before handing the reigns over to the man.

"We really appreciate you coming all this way to find this witch, my name is Y/n," you introduced, curtseying politely.

"Jungkook," he replied, bowing slightly in return, as to not be rude. "Please, lead the way."

You nodded, turning on your heel and heading inside of your home. Jungkook followed closely, analyzing every detail of the cabin, for anything that would seem out of the ordinary.

"Do you know how long it has been since this witch started tormenting your town?" Jungkook asked.

He would need every possible clue and lead that could help him uncover the location of this filth.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not entirely sure. The disappearances started around two months ago, but she could have been here long before that," you explained, opening one of the doors.

Inside, there sat a bath, already filled with hot water, and a double bed that sat at the other side. The room was large, big enough to comfortably fit two people.

"I apologise, but we have to share the bathtub, you'll be taking rest in my room, and I shall be sleeping on the chair in the living area," you explained, looking down at your fingers.

He watched as you nervously picked at your cuticles, noticing fresh blood seep from the small wounds. He ruled you out as not being a witch then, and there, for witches who bled, would heal in a matter of seconds.

"Please, let me take your belongings, so you can bathe," you offered, holding out your hands.

"No, I'll handle it."

Jungkook hauled his sword and crossbow off his back, leaning them against the wall, under one of the windows. He wasted no time stripping his clothes off, unaware of your reddening cheeks. He watched as you turned away.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his suspicion of you growing again.

"Y-yes, I am. I just haven't seen a man..." you trailed off, too embarrassed to finish your sentence.

"Ah, I see," Jungkook replied, figuring out what you meant. "I shall climb in quickly, but I have many more questions to ask of you. If it would make you comfortable, you may sit behind me while I bathe."

"Yes, o-of course."

Jungkook swiftly submerged himself in the water, it's heat relaxing his aching muscles. He let out a sigh of relief, indicating you could move around him.

Sitting in a chair behind him, you couldn't help but let your eyes wander of his muscular back, and broad shoulders. You noticed the many scars that lay across his skin and subconsciously moved your hand outwards, fingertips gently pressing against his shoulder blade. He flinched slightly at your touch, causing you to retract your hand.

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't-"

"It's fine. I just wasn't expecting it," he replied. "You can touch me."

Now, with his permission, you leaned back in pressing you hand flush against his back. Jungkook couldn’t understand it, but your presence, your touch, there was something alluring about you.

"Tell me, has anyone in the village been acting strangely, maybe staying out later than they normally would, is skittish?"

"Uh, well... I guess..." you voice faded away as your hands worked his shoulders, massaging the muscles.

Jungkook bent his knees and let his arms rest on the rim of the bathtub. With closed eyes, his head fell back, a low rasp emitting from his throat. You watched as he enjoyed your touch, though your gaze held no emotion.

Jungkook's eyes opened, and almost as if you flipped a switch, your gaze was soft, holding innocence. He felt as though his senses returned to him when your touch disappeared, like the fog that clouded his mind was lifted. You shifted away quickly, standing up and smoothing out your dress as best you could.

"I'll leave you to properly relax. Please, if you need any assistance, let me know."

You went to curtsey one more time, accidentally knocking Jungkook's sword over in the process. The witch hunter was quick to move, stepping out of the bath and making his way towards you.

Before you could grab a hold of the blade, his hand grasped your wrist firmly, the sudden strength making you wince. He immediately loosened his grip, removing his hand from you and picking up his sword.

"Sorry, I didn't want you to cut yourself," he explained.

Your eyes were glued to his chest, which revealed the many more scars that were submerged in the bath water moments ago. His eyes followed your gaze, a small grin tugging at his lips at your obvious ogling.

"You know, you need only ask if you are curious."

Finally, you made eye contact with him. His gaze confident, and hidden behind that, cockiness. For a moment, Jungkook watched a challenging look flash behind your eyes, but it disappeared as quickly as it came.

So she's not as innocent as she makes out to be.

"Maybe another time?" you suggested. "You've only just arrived, can't have you telling me all your stories," you teased.

You stood up, turning towards the door. Without another word you were gone, leaving Jungkook alone. He rose from the ground, standing the sword back up against the wall, only noticing then the prominent erection he was displaying.

With a grunt, he moved back to the bath, now properly washing himself and trying anything he could to remove you from his thoughts.

A full week had gone by, and nothing had happened. It was evident that a witch knew of Jungkook being there, for she was laying low, something he viewed as cowardly. Yet a part of him was relieved she had not attempted anything, for he was far too distracted by you to properly focus on the job he signed up for.

Throughout the week, he had seen you helping out the villagers with everyday chores, playing with the children to allow their mothers to have a nap and even going out to the well to fetch more water.

Though he didn't like you going alone, so he would often accompany you, since the well was a little walk away from the village.

The first time something serious had happened within the village, was when someone's home had accidentally caught fire. He was sat in the mayor's cabin, sharpening his sword when one of the children burst through the door.

"Please, sir! My house is on fire! My mother is trapped in there and Miss Y/n went in to help her"

Everything in Jungkook's hand fell to the floor, as he bolted out of the house. One of the smaller homes was fully engulfed in flames, and he wasted no time rushing to where the front door used to be. Just as he was ready to enter, he heard it. The faint cackle of a witch.

She had done this, and this was no ordinary fire.

"I need everyone to stay put!" he demanded. "No one is to enter but me, this is witches fire, far more dangerous than regular fire."

With those final words, he subconsciously played the small bag of sage that was tied around his neck, and entered the home. He shouted your name tirelessly, navigating through the burning building.

Reaching the end of the hallway, he turned right to see you trying to pull the women out from underneath some rubble, crying and shouting in frustration. He quickly moved towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up.

"No! Please! Let me save her, we can't lose someone else!" you cried out, trashing against him.

"Y/n, look at her," he waited for you to calm down and look at the woman's lifeless body. "I'm sorry, but she's gone, and if we stay here any longer, we'll be joining her."

When your body went limp from the realization, Jungkook took the opportunity to pull you out of the house, the crowd rushing around the both of you to check for any injuries.

"Stand back!" Jungkook barked. "She's just in shock. I'm sorry but when I reached Y/n, the woman was already dead."

Sobs echoed throughout the crowd, mourning the loss of another innocent soul. Jungkook said no more, lifting you up properly and carrying you back into your home. He watched you out of the corner of his eye, noticing the tears spilling down your face. His heart ached at your despair, bringing you into his temporary room.

"Are you hurt?" Jungkook asked, placing his forefinger under your chin and moving your head around to check for any injuries.

He examined any other exposed areas, such as your neck and upper chest. It was only when he checked your arms did he see it. A burn travelled down the back of your upper arm, it wasn't large, but it was noticeable. Wasting no time he ripped off the sage around his neck and untied it.

You were pulled out of your haze at his actions, watching as he untied the small bag.

"What is that?"

"Sage," Jungkook responded. "That fire was witches fire, the only way to stop the spread is with herbs, or garlic."

"I-I can't have sage."

Jungkook paused, looking up at you.

"I'm allergic," you continued. "Ever since I was a kid, we used to grow sage in one of the fields, and I loved to play around that area. Everyone thought I had contracted the plague. Do you have garlic?"

Jungkook felt his chest delate in relief. He nodded at your words, and grabbed a small jar or garlic he carried in his trousers. He quickly tipped the jar, pouring the contents onto his hand and then breaking it open, releasing the potent smell and juices of the garlic.

"You ready? This will hurt because it's cursed fire."

You nodded, though your eyes seemed unsure. With that reassurance, Jungkook forcefully rubbed the garlic into your arm, the pain having you tense up immediately and let out an agonizing cry.

Jungkook muttered apologies under his breath, pushing the garlic further into your arm. Your eyes were screwed shut, breathing uneven as you tried to endure the pain.

Finally finished, he pulled away. A choked gasp escaped your lips, head falling forward to rest against his shoulder.

"You weren't kidding about that pain," you panted, trying to make light of the situation.

Jungkook couldn't help but grin at your words. He gently pushed you back, and stood up.

"I'll get a bath ready for you, you'll went to bathe the wound and remove any garlic residue. Then we can bandage it."

You nodded, watching as he grabbed some buckets of water you both had brought back earlier that morning and poured it into the cauldron that sat over the fireplace.

The water was quick to heat up, almost bubbling over the cauldron. Jungkook lifted it carefully, hands bound in cloth to stop any burning. Pouring the water into the bath, he put the cauldron to the side, testing the water every now and then to make sure the temperature was manageable.

"Right, the water should be fine now," Jungkook spoke, turning around to look at you.

He quickly averted his gaze, noticing you were now fully naked, your dress pooling at your ankles. You couldn't help but laugh at him.

"Have you never seen a naked woman, Jungkook?" you teased.

"I have, I'm just being respectful," he responded, stepping away from the bath to allow you to step in.

Hearing the swish of the water, Jungkook turned back around, unable to take his eyes away from your breasts that sat above the water. He swallowed, feeling himself grow hard as he shamelessly watched you.

While you cleaned out your burn, you couldn't help but hide your grin, knowing full well the effect you were currently having on him. Only once you had fully cleaned your wound did you look up at him, eyes falling on his very noticeably bulge.

"Are you okay?" you asked, feigning innocence, eyes gesturing towards his... problem.

"Yes," he responded quickly. "I just-"

"Do you want me to help?"

He was taken aback by your sudden boldness, hiding it well with a soft chuckle.

"No, this is a perfectly normal-"

He was cut off again when you stepped up and out of the bath, the water glistening against your skin as it dripped down your body. Jungkook's breath hitched, watching as you sauntered over to him and sank down onto your knees in front of him.

"You really don't have to," Jungkook informed, not wanting you to feel forced.

"But I want too," you responded, voice innocent.

You pulled at the string of his trousers, which was holding them up, and slowly pulled them down his muscular thighs, leaving him in anticipation. He watched you closely as you wrapped your hand around his cock, pumping him a few times, testing how sensitive he was.

A quiet groan left his lips, having you grin a little. With no hesitation, you brought your mouth to his length, wrapping your lips around the tip and swirling your tongue around it.

"Fuck, holy shit," he panted, reaching out and grabbing hold of the bathtub, to keep his legs buckling from the pleasure.

You slowly edged your head further down his length with each bob of your head, testing how much you could comfortably take. You looked up at him through your lashes. His head was thrown back, eyes closed and mouth open, a string of pants echoing throughout the room.

Mouth now adjusted to his size and length, you relaxed your throat and pushed all the way down, taking him fully. Jungkook groaned as he felt his cock slide further into your mouth, pressing against the back of your throat, and then further. The sensation caught him by surprise, having him pull away a little.

You gagged at his movement, fully pulling off him, instead wrapping your hand back round his length, your saliva mixed with his precum mixing together, lubricating him further.

"Did you not like that?" you asked.

"God, no, I loved it. I just wasn't expecting it," he answered truthfully, looking down at you.

Letting out a playful huff, you stood up and walked over to the bed and sat down, your legs were bent, feet placed on the mattress, exposing your soaked cunt to him.

Jungkook swallowed hard, watching you display yourself for him. His cock twitched, but he didn't move, waiting for your verbal consent.

You tilted your head, teasing him. Moving your hand in between your legs, you ran your fingers slowly up and down your entrance, gathering your juices on your fingers. Bringing them back up to your mouth you looked from your fingers to Jungkook.

"Are you going to fuck me or not?" you asked, finally putting your fingers into your mouth and sucking.

Jungkook didn't need further instruction. He paced towards you, removing his jacket and shirt in the process, now fully naked. You sat up, allowing him to place both his hands under your jaw, pulling you into a passionate kiss.

You let out a sigh of content, stroking his length again as he continued to kiss you. He grunted, pulling away and looking at you with hunger in his eyes.

"Turn over," he demanded, not giving you anytime to process his request as he flipped you over onto your stomach, now bent over the bed.

Jungkook held your wrists at the small of your back, being careful to not irritate your burn, but also to keep you from squirming. Cock in hand, he ran his tip through your folds, your juices coating him.

You let out a soft moan as he pushed into you, feeling him stretch your walls until he bottomed out. Your pinned hand grabbed a hold of his wrist as he moved, pulling almost all the way out, then pushing all the way back in quickly.

He grunted with each thrust, the feeling of you tightening around him sending him into a state of euphoria.

"God, you feel so fucking amazing," he panted.

You mewled in response, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge. Jungkook's head clouded, all of a sudden feeling as if he was floating. He couldn't help but admire how fucked you, watching his length disappear inside of you with each thrust.

The scratching of your nails against his wrist pulled him from his haze, confusion evident as he swore he was seeing tattoos appearing all across your back.

"Are you okay?"

Your voice pulled him out of his daze, noticing his pace had slowed. Blinking he looked back at your skin, no tattoos in sight. He stuttered over his words, thinking he was just paranoid about the witch. But he already ruled you out. You could touch garlic, and your skin wasn't healing like a witches could.

He felt you pull away from him, his cock slapping against his lower stomach as you pulled him forward.

"Let me," you spoke seductively, standing up and pushing him down onto the bed.

You crawled over him, and aligned yourself with his length, slowly sinking down onto him. You both let out a sigh in unison, the familiar feeling of him stretching you returning.

You wasted no time grinding on top of him, his tip hitting against your g-spot, the feeling having a string of moans and whispered curses escape your lips.

Jungkook's head fell back, hitting against the headboard as you began to bounce on him. His hands found your waist, guiding you up and down slightly. You tried to keep up with his increasing pace, but your legs began to ache the more you moved. With your ministrations growing sluggish, he soon grew impatient, and thrusted upwards roughly.

"Oh my god," you gasped, back arching and head falling backwards from how deep he penetrated.

Finally looking back at you, he eyed you hungrily, watching as your breasts bounced with each thrust. His hand slid from your waist up to your nipple, lightly brushing it with his thumb. You shivered from the contact, grasping his wrist and pinning it above his head.

His movements stopped, nothing but quiet pants reverberating throughout the room.

"Ah, ah," you taunted teasingly. "I have control."

You grabbed his other hand and pinned it up with the other one, making you lean forward. The new angle hit against your g-spot better than before, the feeling having your orgasm hit you suddenly.

Your walls tightening around Jungkook had his eyes roll to the back of his head. He felt the increase of sensitivity, knowing he grew closer to his high. Wanting to watch you as he finished inside, his eyes fell upon you, except this time, you looked different.

You're body was completely covered in tattoos.

Thinking it was just a trick of the light again he blinked, except this time they didn't disappear. Finally you looked down at him as he orgasmed, eyes a crimson red, and an evil grin plastered across your face.

The realization finally hit him, as he went to lunge at you. He jerked back immediately, his head hitting against the headboard. Confused, he look to his hands, which were bound by the wooden decor of the bed.

You climbed off him quickly, standing up and watching as he struggled against the restraints.

"Ah, be careful now. We wouldn't want your wrists to snap would we?" you taunted.

The wood tightened further around Jungkook's wrists with a wave of your hand. He winced at the pain, but kept his glare sorely on you. You tilted your head, admiring him with a cheeky grin.

"What do you want with the people and the village?" Jungkook asked, wasting know time getting to the point.

You laughed.

"Nothing really," you replied, honestly.

"So you killed that woman, that mother for no reason?!" Jungkook barked, fury evident in his eyes.

You laughed again.

"Please, that woman deserved death. Did you know she was physically abusing her children? And I don't mean simply hitting them. Personally, I think death by fire was a perfect end for her. Considering she would brand her children with a hot iron as punishment."

Jungkook remained silent, eyes shifting down to the mixed orgasms running down your left leg. His cock twitched once again, and it frustrated him that even though he now knew what you were, his body still wanted you.

"I've heard so much about you Jungkook. The famous witch hunter who has never failed in purging the witch filth that plagues the land. I must say, I'm rather disappointed."

"I'm not looking for your approval," Jungkook snarled, eyes narrowing at your words.

"You are just like any man," you sighed, leaning forward a little, your breasts bouncing as you did so. "Any woman who opens her legs to you, and all logical thinking goes out the window."

"Though I will admit, it was rather enjoyable watching you so willingly submit to my touch."

"So you've been bewitching me?" Jungkook snapped.

"If you want to put it that way, then yes, I've been bewitching you," you teased. "I can't really blame myself, you simple looked too delicious."

"Meaning?"

"I mean that I didn't simply sleep with you to kill you. Actually, it's quite the opposite," you explained, turning around.

Jungkook couldn't help but be amazed at the healing abilities of witches, as he watched the burn mark slowly fade away, as if it had never existed.

"Enlighten me," Jungkook spoke, though cautious.

You looked at him over your shoulder, amused.

"Considering how many of my sisters you have killed, witch hunter, I felt death for you would be too simple of a punishment," you explained.

Turning back around to face him, you bent forward. You ran your fingers over your mixed orgasms and pressed it between them and your thumb. Jungkook watched as you played with the substance, both of you staring as it stringed between your fingers.

Jungkook bit his lip, growing hard once again. He silently cursed himself, for thinking shamefully about a witch, which was a sin in itself.

"What I've done instead, is that I have linked us. So whatever I feel, whether it's pain, or pleasure," you paused to look at him, grin evident, "you will also feel. Simply put..."

"I've made you my bitch."