Then she sights t Huan-Jin. He stands in the doorway, his armour discarded, looking as bewildered as she. The same ring adorns his finger. He has no memory of what transpired. Before either of them could speak, a raspy, echoing voice fills the room, its malevolence chilling them to the bone.
"Now that the bride and groom are present," it booms, "Two of you must consummate ur union to free ur selves. " The voice commanded, its words hanging in the air, heavy with dark magic and forced intimacy. She wandered how it had happened.
They both tried to pull off the ring, but it gave a painful burning sensation. The knight trued to break the wall as the door had disappeared but to no avail. Yuki tried using magic, but none was working as the room had a magic binding spell placed on it. A scream rips from Yuki's throat, showcasing her pain and confusion of the situation.
"This is madness!" Yuki retorted, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and outrage. A wave of nausea rolls over her as a shimmering, distorted reflection appears in the ornate mirror across the room. She gasp. In the reflection, They see a woman, her face etched with terror, clutching a small child.
They're perched precariously on a crumbling precipice, about to be flung into the abyss below. Huan-Jin gasps too, his eyes widening in horror. The image is impossibly clear, the woman's desperate pleas almost audible.
"Let them go," Huan-Jin threatens, his voice low and dangerous, a stark contrast to his usual stoicism. The malevolent voice chuckles, a dry, rasping sound that seems to scrape against her very soul. "Ah, ah, ah," it sneers, the amusement laced with cruel satisfaction.
"If you don't make love as I commanded, their blood will be on your hands." The laughter echoes angrily, a chilling, guttural sound that makes the hairs on her arms stand on end. Minutes crawl by, the horrifying image in the mirror a constant, agonizing presence.
The silence is broken only by the woman's muffled sobs and the child's terrified whimpers. The tension is thick, suffocating, the air heavy with the weight of impending doom. Yuki suddenly feels Huan-Jin's gaze on her, his usual coldness replaced by a grim determination.
Finally, Huan-Jin speaks, his voice barely a whisper, yet carrying the unshakeable weight of his decision."We will do it," he says, trying to be dutiful to his knight hood , his eyes fixed on the reflected scene of impending tragedy.
"But...but..." She protest, the words caught in her throat. The desperation is a physical weight, crushing Yuki's spirit. The thought of forced intimacy with the knight, even to save innocent lives, is abhorrent. Before she could voice out her objections further, a wave of intoxicating scent washes over them – a heady mix of jasmine and something darker, something primal. It's a powerful aphrodisiac, its effect immediate and overwhelming.
A heat blooms low in their bellies, spreading rapidly through their limbs, transforming their fear and revulsion into a raging, uncontrollable desire. She watches, helpless, as the same effect visibly overtakes Huan-Jin , his eyes darkening with a lust that is both frightening and strangely alluring.
The horrific image in the mirror fades, replaced by a hazy vision of swirling colours and intense sensations. The only remaining thought is the overwhelming need to succumb to the spell, and to the other. The demon's game is working perfectly.
The aphrodisiac's hold is complete. Yuki surrenders to the overwhelming tide of desire, the fear and revulsion momentarily eclipsed by a raw, primal urge. Huan-Jin hands are on her, his touch both tender and urgent as he begins to shed the remnants of Yuki's clothing. His lips trace a path down her chest, each kiss igniting a fresh fire within her. He sucks on Yuki's bossoms , drawing moans from her lips, a sound lost in the rising crescendo of passion.
He nibbles on her center, his tongue a tantalizing torment as he lashes it with his wetness. Her fingers tangle in his hair, her nails digging in with a pleasure that borders on pain. Huan-Jin enters Yuki, his size a shocking intrusion that quickly transforms into an exquisite agony. He pounds into her , each thrust a painful pleasure as her walls embraces him with affection creating a slipppery sensationfor him.
They both move together, exploring positions fueled by a need that surpasses comprehension. Yuki moan Huan-Jin's name, a breathless whisper, and he responds with hers , his voice rough with exertion and desire. His kisses are hot, desperate, intoxicating. The pleasure builds, intensifies, until it explodes in a wave of pure ecstasy that washes over both of them , leaving them breathless and spent, clinging to each other in the aftermath of a storm.
The silence that follows is heavy, charged with the residual heat and the lingering sense of violation. The ornate room is still, the only sound the ragged rhythm of her shared breathing. The ring on Yuki's finger burns, a cold counterpoint to the still-glowing embers of passion.
The memory of the screaming mother and child flickers in the periphery of their awareness, a chilling reminder of the price she paid for this moment of escape. The air hangs heavy with unspoken questions and unanswered fears.