Chapter Text
"Come and assist me, for you have a talent you don't yet realize." He said softly, his hand gently cradling a small, sacred sapling. "If you do, I'll give you this."
Those words wrapped around the child's heart like a ribbon of soft silk. The girl looked at the sapling, then into the Ruler’s fathomless eyes, and nodded softly, as if enchanted by some magnificent vision.
How could Jaeseok-cheon perceive the thoughts of a stranger at a single glance? Because he had Damun.
The fated bond between them was strangely sacred: a master guiding the way, yet also a loyal disciple. Damun was his all-seeing eyes, perceiving all things, tracing even the most hidden threads of destiny. But more than precious eyes, Damun was unwavering faith— the sole confidant in whom Jaeseok-cheon placed his complete trust amidst the floating realm between good and evil.
Yet fate, that cruel trickster, delights in weaving partings stained with tragedy. When the Supreme Ruler of the Skies fell before the merciless wheel of destiny, Damun was the first to bear the heart-rending pain. That utter helplessness tore at his soul, turning the loyal attendant into the last soul standing alone amidst the ashes of fate.
But death may extinguish a life, yet it cannot quench a burning faith. Unlike the other "children" of the Ruler— who surrendered easily to despair, Damun held onto an absolute devotion, burning and eternal. Because before turning his body to dust, Jaeseok-cheon had left a sacred promise: He would be reborn. He would tear through the veil of night to return, standing by their side once more. And for that promise, though time flowed relentlessly onward, the flame of waiting in Damun's chest never dimmed for a single day.
[...]
The promise of years past had finally become reality: Jaeseok-cheon had returned. But rather than his former majestic bearing, he owns the soul of a youthful, passionate being. Yet, that change did not shake Damun. With keen intuition, he recognized his Lord at once. Though the soul was different, the Ruler vessel and his Lord’s action were what made Damun trust him completely.
But that brief reunion— just beginning to bloom, was abruptly extinguished by a siege of demons. To buy time for Jaeseok-cheon and his two subjects to escape, Damun chose to stay behind, burying the demons along with himself.
After that life-and-death crisis, the chances for the two to meet grew ever more fragile. Yet the bond between them never broke; though exhausted, Damun remained quietly in the shadows, borrowing Chorong's eyes to follow each step of his beloved Lord through countless ups and downs.
[...]
Awakening from a long dream, what greeted Jaeseok-cheon was not the two subjects he expected, but the familiar figure of Damun.
"You're awake, my Lord."
Damun's greeting received no verbal answer, but rather a tight, desperate embrace from the Ruler of the Skies.
Despite the dull ache from his missing arm, Jaeseok-cheon rushed forward as if afraid the person before him would vanish into the void.
"Damun... is it really you?" After a moment of choked emotion, Jaeseok-cheon gradually regained his composure.
Seeing the once-lofty Ruler now with reddened eyes just from meeting him again, Damun felt a strange, profound joy rising in his heart. He replied softly, with all the reverence and approval due his master: "You did very well."
While carefully peeling an apple, Damun's eyes remained fixed on the other, a gentle smile playing on his lips: "I take it you enjoyed your journey? You truly surprised me earlier, greeting me with a smile the moment you saw me..."
"Yeah, I was surprised then too. I didn't know i’d missed you that much."
Jaeseok-cheon admitted honestly, taking a bite of the apple. Then, as if suddenly inspired, he pulled Damun to sit beside him, grinning from ear to ear. "Well, now that I'm saying it out loud, I’m happy to see you again!"
He quickly offered the half-eaten apple to Damun: "And eat some fruit! Isn't it sweet and tasty?"
The Heavenly King only stared in silence, while chewing on the piece in his mouth. ‘He has truly changed,’ he thought, recognizing the vibrant, expressive soul so full of life— within the old Ruler's body.
But before Damun could sink deep into contemplation, Jaeseok-cheon pulled him back with a flurry of eager questions. The loyal servant showed no annoyance, patiently answering each one. In the warm room, the two souls conversed, losing track of time until the late afternoon sun began to dip.
[...]
Night fell. Following Damun's instructions, Jaeseok-cheon found his way to a small house hidden deep within the forest.
"Damun?" he called softly into the quiet.
Awaiting the Ruler of the Skies was not only Damun, but also Jiguk and Jeungjang— the once-majestic Heavenly Kings now shrunk into the forms of small children.
Damun turned, gently stroking Jeungjang's hair with a smile: "You've come, my Lord."
"Damun. What is…"
"Ah, forgive me, my Lord. The two of them just don’t get along, and with the storm of war brewing outside, I had no choice but to diminish their forms. If you wish, I can undo the spell."
"No." Jaeseok-cheon's sudden exclamation caused the atmosphere to sink. He looked at them, asking slowly and seriously: "How old…”
But in the next second, that solemn demeanor vanished as if it had never existed.
“...Did you say they were again?!" His eyes lit up with absolute delight as he bent down to examine Jiguk and Jeungjang closely.
"Gosh, they’re too cute!!! Did I ever tell you I wanted a daughter and a son each?"
Damun replied softly, "Did you?"
"Yeah! But marriage was never for me. I was going to adopt them whenever I found the time," Jaeseok-cheon said cheerfully, leaning in toward the two children.
Faced with the Ruler of the Skies' sudden enthusiasm, both Jiguk and Jeungjang panicked, hiding quickly in Damun's embrace. Seeing this, the Heavenly King gently patted the children's heads to comfort them, then turned to speak: "I’m sorry, my Lord. Their memories have reverted to when they were seven. Neither of them remembers you or me."
Hearing this, Jaeseok-cheon's face fell slightly, his heart heavy with a touch of sorrow: "Darn..."
"Still, considering how often you used to clash, isn’t this situation better for you? At least you’re not fighting." Damun's consolation carried its own peculiar logic, leaving Jaeseok-cheon to accept it with resignation despite his regret.
After a moment of shared silence, Damun suddenly spoke: "My Lord, do you truly long to have children?"
Jaeseok-cheon blushed slightly, somewhat embarrassed, but admitted frankly: "... I do." Receiving this answer, Damun only smiled mysteriously, offering no further word.
When the night grew late, Damun considerately led Jeungjang and Jiguk back to the city to rest first. And when his task’s finished, he returned alone to the humble place where Jaeseok-cheon was still waiting patiently.
"Damun."
"Yes, my Lord?"
"You asked me to wait here because you had something to tell me, didn't you?"
"What makes you say that?"
Jaeseok-cheon didn't answer immediately. He hunched his shoulders slightly, looking left and right for a moment before hesitating: "Well..."
Not letting him struggle, Damun spoke directly: "Since you expressed a wish for children, I intend to give you one... No, two would be more accurate. A daughter and a son, just as you desired."
That casual declaration left Jaeseok-cheon completely stunned. Setting aside the sheer absurdity of the proposal and why Damun would want to do such a thing with him, the young Ruler stammered: "But... how? We're both men, aren't we?"
"You need not trouble yourself with that," Damun replied steadily. "As you well know, I am not human."
"But a dragon..." Jaeseok-cheon continued.
Seeing Damun nod slightly, his mind immediately jumped to those bizarre romance novels he had read back in the modern world. If those stories held any truth, wouldn't he be the one “do the thing"? But Damun's body was currently so frail; no matter how he thought about it, it didn't feel right. He asked anxiously: "Will it... really be alright?"
“Of course, my Lord."
"Then... how exactly do you plan on giving me children?"
This time, it was Damun who hesitated. The Heavenly King who had remained entirely composed throughout the day suddenly flushed a light crimson. He cleared his throat softly to mask his fluster, then gestured toward the simple dwelling: "Perhaps... we should step inside first."
The moment Jaeseok-cheon stepped inside, he quietly assessed his surroundings. Unlike the dilapidated exterior— where gray dust clung to the roof tiles and dry firewood lay scattered in corners like some forgotten ruin— the interior was spotless, not a speck of dust in sight. A small tea table sat in the corner, flanked by two neatly arranged cushions, creating a tranquility and order that felt almost startling.
But before that thought could finish, he heard Damun's voice.
"My lord, my lord..."
"Ah, yes. Were you calling me?"
"Yes, um..." Damun's gaze drifted elsewhere. "If it wouldn't trouble you, please get on the bed first. I need to prepare a few things." With that, he quickly stepped away.
Watching the other's obvious fluster gave Jaeseok-cheon some amusement, but... what was actually happening here? Was he really going to do that with Damun— meaning, have sex? Something about it felt strange. Emotionally speaking, he did like Damun, but not like that... or maybe exactly like that, actually. But were those feelings truly his own, or does it actually belong to the original Jaeseok-cheon that he scripted?
Before he could dwell on it, the soft sound of the door reached his ears. Damun had returned.
"Does this bring you dread?" Seeing Jaeseok-cheon still standing there in a daze, Damun approached. "We can back off if you're not into this."
The moment he heard this, Jaeseok-cheon hastily replied. "That's not it, I truly want children."
"With whom?"
"With you!"
At this, Jaeseok-cheon realized he'd been played. Did he, actually want children with Damun? Setting that aside... this bastard was definitely teasing him.
If they really had children, wouldn't this annoying habit of provoking others pass down to their kids? No way! Even if it did, he would straighten those brats out himself.
"Alright, let's get this over with!" Jaeseok-cheon exclaimed, grabbing Damun and pulling him hard onto the mattress.
Caught completely off guard, Damun lost his balance and tumbled right on top of Jaeseok-cheon himself. But before he could process their new position, the first thing that struck his eyes was the sight of the Ruler he served— was already busily stripping away the layers of fabric from his body.
Perhaps because their tangled positions made things awkward, so— in order to help his Lord, Damun leaned down— one hand gently pulling at the other's robe while the other braced against the mattress beside the Ruler's ear.
Setting his robe aside, Damun traced his fingers lightly across the bandage-wrapped chest beneath him. He couldn't quite understand why he did so, but feeling Jaeseok-cheon's heartbeat thrumming beneath that skin— his own heart warmed in a way that felt almost strange.
He had once heard that every person carries the same rhythm, but perhaps... perhaps only his Lord could stir this sensation in him.
"So warm."
The words slipped out unbidden, surprising them both.
"Then.. feel it more," Jaeseok-cheon murmured, placing his hand atop Damun's head and pulling him into a tight embrace. This time, with the Ruler's heartbeat pressed against his ear, Damun felt a surge of heat— but now it burned strangely, scorching a path straight down to his lower body.
Meanwhile, though the venerable Ruler couldn't read the other's thoughts, he was quite certain Damun enjoyed this. The evidence was rather obvious, currently pressing insistently against his leg.
‘What kind of size is this…’ Jaeseok-cheon thought. Though Damun still wore his trousers, he could clearly feel an inhuman length straining beneath. True, Damun wasn't human, but he was in human form now— so, shouldn't it be... a bit more human-like?
Jaeseok-cheon pushed him back gently, embarrassment coloring his voice. "Alright, that's enough."
Damun merely nodded as if he understood, his hands on the mattress slithering down like serpents to Jaeseok-cheon's waist— skillfully tugging the Ruler's pants lower. Not wanting to be the only one exposed, Jaeseok-cheon hooked his foot into Damun's hem and yanked. The fabric tore away, revealing firm flesh beneath.
Using Damun's shoulder as leverage, Jaeseok-cheon raised himself for a better look— but what met his eyes somehow transformed into an electric current, shooting straight to his lower abdomen.
"Wh-why are there two!?" he blurted out in alarm. Damun wasn't just enormous— he had two cocks. What kind of bizarre creature was he?
"I thought you knew," Damun said, pointing at himself with a slight tilt of his head. "You yourself called me a dragon earlier, too— my Lord."
"Urk— that's not what I..." Jaeseok-cheon trailed off, lowering his head to hide his face while his eyes remained helplessly glued to the twin beasts emerging from the other's trousers.
‘Oh… wait. Why am I even scared? It’s not like I’m the one getting fucked anyway... Phew,’
Unfortunately, think of the devil and he shall appear. No sooner had the thought crossed Jaeseok-cheon's mind than when Damun lifted his hips up, draping his legs over those broad shoulders like a tightly fastened necktie.
"Damun! What are you doing?!" Startled by the man's actions, Jaeseok-cheon exclaimed, "You know I'm injured, don't you? So put me down— angh!"
Before he could finish speaking, Jaeseok-cheon suddenly felt a foreign presence, subtle yet unmistakable— invading him through his rear entrance. As a tingling sensation spread through his lower body, the Ruler struggled to look up— only to see Damun with his face buried between his cheeks.
Just as Jaeseok-cheon regained his composure and tried to push the man away, he felt that electric-like heat coursing through his body, forcing the Ruler to grit his teeth to suppress his choked moans.
No matter how much Jaeseok-cheon struggled, Damun and his tongue continued their passionate exploration, licking every muscle and crevice inside his body— places the Heavenly King himself once, had never even had the chance to touch.
Feeling the other man's continuous contractions, Damun skillfully worked his long tongue up and down against Jaeseok-cheon's prostate, forcefully drawing a whimper from between the Ruler's clenched teeth.
"You're so warm inside. And you taste quite divine too, my Lord." Damun withdrew his tongue, licking his lips before positioning Jaeseok-cheon's hips beneath him.
"...Well then, forgive my rudeness." With that, Damun gently touched the soft rim of Jaeseok-cheon's entrance with his middle finger, slowly circling the moist edge before gradually penetrating the warm flesh of his Lord. Feeling the flesh's continuous spasms, Damun first gently pushed his finger inside, then slowly withdrew to let Jaeseok-cheon adjust— before gradually increasing his pace. One finger became two, then three, and finally four.
Although Damun had only inserted his fingers, Jaeseok-cheon's body could barely handle the stimulation. He jerked violently each time those digits brushed his prostate, an unbearable heat spreading through every nerve. The Ruler gripped the bedding beneath him with one hand, his lips parting in breathless pants.
"Hmn, ah... That's enough, please. Please stop..."
Damun didn't rush to respond. Instead, he used those four fingers to spread Jaeseok-cheon's flushed entrance wider, and apparently satisfied with what he saw— nodded in approval.
"Shall we move to the next step then?" The words were barely a whisper before Damun carefully adjusted Jaeseok-cheon's position. With a tenderness that seemed at odds with the intensity of the moment, he lifted the Ruler's hips, his free hand thoughtfully placing a pillow beneath him for comfort before gently lowering him back down.
A fire of satisfaction burned in Damun's eyes as he took his own rigid length, hot and heavy in his grasp, and pressed it against the sensitive flesh of Jaeseok-cheon's entrance. He dragged his leaking tip slowly up and down the quivering opening, teasing, promising, yet denying to enter the other man's body. Instead, he leaned in, his breath a hot caress against Jaeseok-cheon's ear.
"It will ache at first," he murmured, his voice sincere and reassuring. "So please bear with it, my Lord"
As the last word left his lips, Damun's hands slid around the Ruler's narrow waist, his fingers digging into the soft skin to hold him captive. Then, with a powerful roll of his hips, he drove himself deep into Jaeseok-cheon's core. A bolt of pure, searing lightning shot through the Ruler's body, so intense it stole his breath and left his scalp tingling with a wild, electric fire.
"My Lord..." Damun whispered, his hands, which had been encircling Jaeseok-cheon's waist, gliding over the bandage-covered skin before slowly trailing around to his back. To the sound of the noble Ruler's muffled whimpers, Damun pushed deeper, his rigid flesh slowly sweeping against the tender walls of the young man beneath him.
In his entire life, the Heavenly King had never once lost his composure, no matter the situation— but now he was gritting his teeth, desperately trying to swallow the scream building in his throat. He hated this feeling, this loss of control. And yet, truth be told, the inside of Jaeseok-cheon was an unimaginable bliss, so welcoming and perfect that Damun wanted to consume him whole in a single breath. Of course, that was not possible in any kind of way.
The thought stirred a possessive displeasure in him, and Damun pulled Jaeseok-cheon into a tight embrace, his hips driving forward with powerful thrusts that forced choked cries from the Ruler's lips. Jaeseok-cheon tried to pull him away with one hand, but he was completely powerless. This weight, heavy as lead yet moving with the agonizing slowness of a snail, was driving him mad. To make it worse, Damun's second cock was grinding against his with every punishing thrust, sending an indescribable haze through Jaeseok-cheon's mind.
"Damun, Damun..." this time it was Jaeseok-cheon who called out, his voice a broken plea. "Faster... please, faster. It's itching... inside." he slurred, his hand, which had been clenched in Damun's hair, slowly trailing down his shoulder before wrapping around his neck in a desperate embrace.
It was a pitiful sight, but Damun found he couldn't immediately grant that plea. He was afraid that if he truly let go, he wouldn't have the presence of mind to stop. Yet watching his Lord's endless tears, a sharp pang of pity went through him, and he decided to indulge him. Damun slowly withdrew his length from the tight heat until only the head remained inside, then, with a single, powerful breath, he slammed back down.
"—Ouhggg..♡?!"
"Nghh..!"
The pleasure from their joining made them both throw their heads back and cry out in unison.
It was too late for regret. Jaeseok-cheon could only lie there, limp and helpless, allowing the other man to pound into him, unable to utter a single word of complaint. With each hammer-like thrust, he felt a jolt of electricity shoot straight up his spine and into his brain, until his entire body felt boneless, as if every last one had been melted away.
Unfortunately, Damun was too far gone to notice, his mismatched eyes now eclipsed by dilated pupils that drank in the utterly wrecked sight of Jaeseok-cheon. His mouth opened, then closed, but after a moment's hesitation, he leaned down to press a kiss to the sweat-soaked hollow of the other's throat.
That seemingly eternal moment was shattered by the desperate pull of Jaeseok-cheon's hand on his collar. "Off... take it off," he demanded, his trembling fingers refusing to release their grip.
Seeing this, Damun, though barely coherent himself, let out a helpless laugh and complied. He gently lowered his Lord to the bed before frantically shedding every last piece of fabric from his own body. Tossing the garments aside, Damun faced Jaeseok-cheon once more. This time, instead of pulling him into an embrace, his hands gripped the back of the Ruler's thighs.
By the time Jaeseok-cheon gathered his wits, he’d found his knees were pressed flush against his own chest. Startled, the Ruler looked up to see what Damun was doing, only to find the man's large, commanding hands gripping his flesh, holding him open and exposed.
The length inside him gave a single, warning twitch before driving forward with devastating force. The searing pain gave way to a tidal wave of pleasure, at that, Jaeseok-cheon couldn't hold back any longer. He climaxed then and there, his warm release painting his own stomach, with a few stray droplets even splashing across Damun's face.
Far from being bothered, the Heavenly King was utterly amused. He extended his long tongue, slowly licking the stray droplets of semen from his own cheek before smiling down at the man beneath him.
"It seems you truly enjoy this, my Lord." With that, Damun leaned down once more, placing a soft kiss on Jaeseok-cheon's cheek, and then his lips then drift slowly down to the chest. In the moment, the Heavenly King's eyes suddenly gleamed, his dazed pupils lifting to take in the other's enraptured face for a fleeting moment, as if making a decision, before he lunged to capture the pebbled nipple straining beneath the bandage.
"Ah—!" Jaeseok-cheon jolted, his hands flying up to push Damun away, but the thunderous thrusts that followed melted his strength, leaving him pliant as clay.
Seizing the moment, Damun released the Ruler's legs, instead scooping his entire body up onto his thighs. One arm secured Jaeseok-cheon's waist, while the other hand caressed his flushed, burning nape. All the while, his lengths continued its rhythm both in and outside.
"My Lord," Damun's voice was a strained whisper, "I... I'm going to, come...!" With a final, shuddering groan, Damun released hard— flooding Jaeseok-cheon until his belly felt taut and full. The Heavenly King’s hips stilled as he gently captured his Lord's whimpering lips. Their tongues met, tentative and shy at first, before a silent understanding passed between them, and they began to twine together in a passionate, knowing dance.
Damun held the kiss, patiently waiting until he felt the body in his arms go completely limp before gently lowering him back onto the thoroughly soaked sheets. Just as Jaeseok-cheon was catching his breath, the length inside him was withdrawn in a single, merciless motion, leaving his entrance fluttering wide open, weeping fluid.
"Hah... Is it... is it over?" Even as the sudden emptiness made him flinch, Jaeseok-cheon craned his neck to ask.
Yet, the only answer he received was a helpless smile— was that... pity he saw?
"Forgive me, my Lord. There’s still one final step." Even as he spoke with hesitant embarrassment, he couldn't hide the frantic twitching of his second, untouched arousal.
Oh, right. Even Jaeseok-cheon had almost forgotten. Damun had two. So... was he planning to put both of them... inside? The mere thought made the Ruler's skin crawl. One had been more than enough to pound him senseless. If there were two, wouldn't he be utterly ruined? And that second one... it wasn't just five centimeters larger than the first, it was thicker and ridged too.
"Or perhaps we— rest! That's it, maybe we should rest for a bit, okay?" After a moment of frantic thought, Jaeseok-cheon found his voice. His arm, feeling like lead, struggled to lift, wanting to clasp together in pleading, but with only one hand, he couldn't manage the gesture.
"I'm afraid not." Damun's voice was a flat refusal as his hands gently but firmly flipped the Ruler over, preparing to enter him once more.
This time, instead of simply trying to push the Heavenly King away, Jaeseok-cheon scrambled, trying to kick his legs free and run. But alas, a hand clamped around his ankle, holding him with the unyielding strength of a steel trap.
"You know," Damun said, his voice low as he slowly closed the distance, his grip never loosening. "Dragons only get one chance to breed. Once every hundred years." He gently wrapped his arms around Jaeseok-cheon from behind, his chin settling on the Ruler's shoulder. "If we miss this... you and I might not get another."
"...But if you're not feeling up to it," he added, his voice softening, "I won't force you." He tilted his head, eyes glistening with unshed tears as he looked directly at the Ruler in his arms.
Jaeseok-cheon's breath hitched. ‘Is he... pouting, now?’ The thought was so absurd it nearly made him choke. But he couldn't just leave Damun hanging. The man was an incredibly important character, and his friend too, at that… and damn it, this whole sad-puppy act was surprisingly effective. In all his time developing games, he never would have scripted someone like Damun to look so... vulnerable.
A sigh escaped him before he could stop it. "I... No, I'm fine. Really. Let's just... keep going."
"Truly?"
"Yeah," Jaeseok-cheon mumbled, reaching back blindly. His hand found one of Damun's cocks, and he tried to guide it to his entrance, wanting to prove his sincerity. But the moment the Ruler positioned the flared head at his entrance, Damun moved— one arm locked around his waist, and the other pinning his hand, while he used the leverage to thrust forward in one sharp, deep stroke.
"—Nnghhh...!!!"
The tender walls, granted only a moment's reprieve, were once again instantly overwhelmed by the thick, rough flesh of Damun's cock. Jaeseok-cheon’s inner walls clenched and spasmed around the sudden intrusion— at that, a fresh wave of his own release shot from him, soaking the already-ruined sheets beneath.
While Jaeseok-cheon was still floating in that dazed, blissful fog, Damun didn't start moving again. Instead, he carefully slid a finger into the Ruler's already stretched entrance, pumping it slowly in and out. Then, while after— another finger was added. He kept at it, methodically stretching him, until he had four fingers buried deep inside.
Seeing Jaeseok-cheon just lie there and take it, a wave of guiltiness washed over Damun. He knew it had to be done. If he didn't prepare him properly, the pain would be unbearable. But if he only used the second cock... well, that would cause its own set of problems. All he could do was murmur softly against the other’s ear, "You're doing so well, my Lord."
With that, Damun withdrew fully, leaving the Ruler’s walls frantically clenching against the sudden emptiness. But he wasn’t about to leave him waiting. Gripping both of his lengths, Damun aimed straight at Jaeseok-cheon’s entrance and thrust inside with a force that demanded no warning.
"Mmngh... aaahh..!!♡"
"Haa... Hnghk!"
A single, brutal thrust nearly sent them tumbling off the mattress, but Damun’s iron grip saved them. His arm remained locked around the Ruler, anchoring them together. Jaeseok-cheon, however, was barely holding on. Every collision of their bodies felt like a jolt of lightning. It was agonizing, yes, a sharp numbness spreading through his limbs, but god... it was “...so goddamn good.”
Damun could feel Jaeseok-cheon’s incoherent babbling against his skin, his brow slick with sweat. ‘My, has he completely out of his head?’ he wondered. But if his Lord was feeling this good, what was Damun to do but follow along?
And so, the Heavenly King pulled the double invasion almost all the way out, leaving only the flared heads buried inside, before thrusting back in again. Jaeseok-cheon gasped at that, eyes widening in sheer shock. While Damun steadied himself, his breath coming in ragged pants, before setting a steady rhythm. It wasn't a frantic pace, but a torturous, perfect groove that had the Ruler of the Skies seeing stars.
"Haa... my Lord. Are you, alright?" Damun asked, his voice strained. But the only response was a torrent of ragged moans. Even as he continued to drive into Jaeseok-cheon, a thought nagged at him. ‘Is he really a virgin? But isn’t this kind of sensitivity rather…’ Yet he was cut off by a sudden, sharp tug at the back of his head. It’s his Lord’s doing.
"Damun... Ah... umm, kiss me." Even in his daze, Jaeseok-cheon realized he was practically screaming. The shame of being overheard was enough to anchor him. So, regardless of Damun's intentions, the Ruler twisted his body, and captured the other man's mouth in a desperate kiss, silencing his own noises.
Their teeth clashed, and tongues met in a frantic dance. After a brief struggle, btoh finally managed to muffle most of their cries, leaving only the wet, rhythmic slap of skin on skin to fill the room— a sound that was even more obscene.
Damun's hand drifted upward, fingers finding the nipple peeking from behind the thick bandage. He pinched, rolling the sensitive bud between his thumb and forefinger, teasing it until Jaeseok-cheon was squirming, biting down on Damun's lip in a silent, desperate warning.
Seeing this, Damun could only let out a helpless chuckle, releasing the abused nipple. As he did, his hips snapped forward in a single, powerful thrust. His two ridged, thick cocks buried themselves to the hilt in his Lord's warm heat, forcing a strangled gasp from Jaeseok-cheon's lips, his mouth too slack to even form a proper moan.
Both of the Ruler's lips were thoroughly ravaged, yet inside, his tight passage was still being stretched to its limit by the two rigid shafts pressing insistently against his inner walls.
"Too deep... Ungh, I'm... I'm coming!" Jaeseok-cheon threw his head back, his eyes rolling back in his head as the pleasure overwhelmed him.
Wasting not a second, Damun began to piston his hips from behind, each brutal jab striking the Ruler's prostate until it was numb and oversensitive, leaving him utterly helpless as he was wrung dry by a shuddering orgasm.
Under the violent assault, Jaeseok-cheon's inner walls clenched and spasmed so tightly around him that Damun was pushed over the edge as well. Thick, heavy ropes of his seed, mixed with several small, firm eggs, were pumped deep inside the young Ruler, making his belly swell noticeably.
“Hah... This time, it's.. really over, right?”
“Mm, yes.”
Hearing this, Jaeseok-cheon, though utterly boneless, forced himself to turn over. “Really?”
“Really.” Damun's answer was firm. As he spoke, he slowly withdrew his softened lengths, his hands gently flipping the Ruler onto his back. Once Jaeseok-cheon was settled on the mattress, the Heavenly King walked calmly over to the pile of discarded clothes in the corner.
After rummaging for a moment, Damun returned with a small wooden box, which he opened immediately, right in front of Jaeseok-cheon. Inside were two wooden plugs, each one exquisitely carved.
However, it was not the plugs themselves that made Jaeseok-cheon tilt his head in curiosity, but what was supposed to be inside the box…
“Wasn’t it supposed to be a ring?” The Ruler voiced his confusion, and the silence between them deepened.
After a moment, it was Damun who broke the silence. “If you wish, I shall prepare a ring for you next time.”
“Oh— no, you really don’t have to do that. But… wait, what are those for?” Jaeseok-cheon pointed at the objects inside the box, doing his best to steer the conversation away from the ring.
Seeing through his evasion, Damun didn't call him out on it. Instead, he picked up the largest of the plugs and explained, “They are used to prevent the eggs and fluids from leaking out of your body.”
"What?”
“Pardon? Do you need me to repeat…”
“No, no need! Just... get on with it.” Jaeseok-cheon frantically waved his hands. Even though his real-life soul was edging towards middle age, facing the bizarre reality of his 'birthing' situation, his ears burned with uncontrollable embarrassment.
Once everything was finished, Damun gently gathered Jaeseok-cheon into his arms, lifting him into the small wooden tub filled with steam. Despite the tub being a snug fit for the Heavenly King's tall frame, yet he didn’t seem to notice— or care.
From beginning to end, all of his attention remained fixed on Jaeseok-cheon alone.
With patient hands, he washed him clean, rubbing away every trace of exhaustion as though handling something precious beyond measure. There was no haste in his touch, only care— slow, reverent, impossibly gentle.
Feeling the warm water as a soft embrace caressing his skin, Jaeseok-cheon's eyelids grew heavy. With a faint sigh, he let himself lean against Damun’s chest and drifted off to sleep.
[...]
When he awoke, Jaeseok-cheon was startled to find himself clean. Impossibly clean. Even the mattress, a sticky, ruined mess from last night, had been replaced with fresh, pristine sheets. If not for the sudden, rounded curve of his lower belly, the Ruler might have sworn it was all a fever dream.
"... You’re awake."
Hearing Damun's warm, low voice beside him, Jaeseok-cheon froze. ‘Delulu?’
Noticing his silence, Damun came in with a small wooden table, setting it neatly before the young Ruler. It held a bowl of steaming porridge, its rich scent filling the room. Damun sat beside him, scooped up a spoonful, blew gently on it, and then fed him tenderly.
"How do you fare now?"
"I'm... fine..." Jaeseok-cheon flinched at the sound of his own voice, hoarse and raspy. He’d braced himself for consequences, but this broken, strangled whisper was beyond anything he’d expected.
“—Pfft... Cough, cough. Ahem. Forgive me, my Lord” Damun couldn't hold back a laugh, but quickly cleared his throat, composing himself. The spoon remained patiently poised before Jaeseok-cheon's lips.
Too tired to argue, Jaeseok-cheon opened his mouth to accept it. The clean, sweet taste of the rice gruel melted on his tongue, and an almost invisible smile touched his lips.
"It's... good."
"Then have a little more."
Damun blew on another spoonful. Jaeseok-cheon ate in silence, his hand unconsciously coming to rest on the gentle swell of his stomach. At the final spoonful, however, he paused. He looked up, his gaze meeting Damun's directly.
"So... I'm pregnant, now?"
"Yes. And if you feel even the slightest discomfort, send for me at once."
With that, Damun decisively fed him the final bite and set the bowl aside. The Heavenly King then took the handkerchief from the table, dipped it in the warm water, wrung it dry, before carefully wiped the corner of Jaeseok-cheon's mouth. That meticulous tenderness made him feel as if Damun were like a clumsy yet overwhelmingly protective mother bear.
‘How endearing.’
Once he had cleared everything away, Damun slowly picked up the small table. Before he left, he placed an exquisitely carved wooden box on the tea stool by the bed. He leaned down, leaving a single, soft kiss on the Ruler's forehead, as light as morning mist.
It wasn't until the door had clicked shut that Jaeseok-cheon surfaced from the daze of that brief touch. He reached for the wooden box, studying it for a long moment before slowly opening the lid.
Inside, resting on velvet, was a ring of pure white silver, set with a single, vibrant red coral.
Though he knew nothing of such treasures, Jaeseok-cheon felt his heart skip a beat at its wild, regal beauty. But instead of slipping it on his finger, he simply closed the lid, placed the box back on the stool, and pulled the blanket over his head.
Hiding in the darkness, a satisfied smile bloomed on the Ruler's lips before he drifted back to sleep.
'Called it. knew he’s going to give me a ring.’