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First Date Ideas (Multi TWST Cast X Reader)

Summary: Short drabbles of where you would take your favorite Twisted Wonderland guy on a first date, and where he would take you.

AN: Pseudo part 2 to the asking-out fic I posted. Not really much else to say besides I really liked trying to come up with a bunch of unique ideas. Thanks for reading!

Cross-posted on my AO3 TheGhostInTheKitchen

Warnings: Fluff

Part 1: Asking them out

Ace:

Where you take him: Arcade

It’s fun, it’s cozy, it’s classic, and it gives Ace a chance to show off. You both get a bunch of tokens, eat greasy pizza, and try your hand at the games. You take each other on in skeeball and Ace tries to convince you to go against him in the basketball game but you argue he has an unfair advantage. So you settle for the racing simulator. After, when you collect all your tickets, you pour over the prize counter, probably ending up with something not very impressive, or maybe a snow cone maker that stops working after the first three uses. But you’ll treasure it since it’s loaded with memories.

Where he takes you: Carnival

This boy is already a clown, put him back where he belongs. Besides the fact that it gives him an excuse to impress you by winning prizes at the games alley, or trying to anyway, a carnival date fits Ace’s high energy. You can share popcorn and cotton candy while watching the circus acts and Ace will whisper to you explanations for the tricks the magician uses. There’s plenty of stuff to do and tons of fried food. It’s a classic for a reason. And he’d love it if you hold on to him on the rollercoasters. He ends up screaming more than you.

Deuce:

Where you take him: Petting zoo

I just want to see Deuce fawning over baby chicks, is that so much to ask? NGL, I think he’d love it. You could go to some sort of tourist farm and check out the cows getting milked, sheep shearing or sheepdog herding, and collect eggs from the chickens (the kind that don’t hatch into chicks). I can also see Deuce getting into a grudge match against a goat that keeps bonking into his legs with his horns. At the end of the day you’ll sit at a picnic table eating some treats made at the farm and watch the sunset.

Where he takes you: Botanical garden

Deuce would want to do something classic, a surefire, tried and tested dating spot. I can imagine him being nervous, getting you flowers when you are already going to see more flowers. You’ll hold the flowers in one hand and Deuce’s, slightly sweaty, hand in the other. If they have a butterfly room, even better. They’ll have a little booklet with different species and you and Deuce go on a scavenger hunt to identify as many as possible. Winner gets kisses.

Trey:

Where you take him: At home food science experiment kits

Did you ever see those at home science food kits where you made gummies and foam and other candy, usually themed to something really weird like monsters or worms? Yeah, you do those, half making fun of how weird it looks and half marveling at the cool effects of swirling all the different ingredients together. Will they taste amazing? Probably not, but Trey probably knows a few cool tricks to make everything a little more edible.

Where he takes you: Chocolate factory tour

Have you ever been to Hersheypark in Pennsylvania? There’s a whole section with a little dark ride that shows you the history of chocolate (that’s worse since they took the singing cow animatronics out), a cute interactive play, a trolly ride with chocolate samples, and two chocolate making experiences. You can stuff a giant Reese’s Cup (which is way too sweet IMO) or design your own chocolate bar including the wrapping. Anyway, there’s probably not a one-to-one replica, but with all that magic you can’t tell me there’s not something Willy Wonka-esque. You’ll both spend the day learning about the history of chocolate and chocolate making in Twisted Wonderland, capped off by making all kinds of treats. You’ll experiment with typical flavors, like raspberry, caramel, and nuts, to the more extraordinary, like jalapeno, lavender, and cheese. In the end, you’ll go home with a full box and a picture of the two of you, melted chocolate smearing your faces. (Trey will remind you at least three times to brush your teeth properly after all that sugar.)

Cater:

Where you take him: Thrift store

Listen, you find the right thrift store and you can find amazing treasures. And if not, well, you still find weird, kitschy stuff you can have fun ogling. You and Cater will take turns finding the best and worst outfits in the thrift store, having a makeshift fashion show by the changing rooms. Cater would, of course, take plenty of pictures for Magicam, labeling them #MeetMyNewPartner, #HeightOfFashion, #BestLookingCouple. You’ll also look through the aisles, coming up with backstories for all the various objects people have donated over the years. Whether or not you actually buy something isn’t the point. You end the day with plenty of pictures and at least three inside jokes that will drive everyone else crazy.

Where he takes you: Crafting class

There’s been an emergence of cute crafting stores. Make your own bag, make your own candle, paint your own pottery, make a phone case, rug tufting, that kind of thing. Not only are they a cute and totally Magicamable couples activity, it also gives you both something to take home at the end of the day. Whichever you do, I can see you both making a craft for each other. Maybe you keep what you’re doing a secret until the end, filming your reactions when you reveal your crafts. If you pay close attention later on, you can catch him quietly admiring your gift.

Riddle:

Where you take him: Escape room

Back during the NRC Halloween event, when everyone was stuck in the ghost realm, Riddle had a ton of fun solving those puzzles. I think he would love an escape room, finding clues and undoing locks, using logic and guile to uncover the story. He might get frustrated at the harder puzzles, but it’s all worth it when you work together to solve everything. You get your picture taken together with a “We Escaped!” sign that you frame. It would be something unexpected but fun for the both of you. (TBH, I think he would love the Nancy Drew games. Maybe not the part where you keep breaking into people's things and stealing stuff, though.)

Where he takes you: High tea and window shopping

Riddle is going for a classic, something prim and proper for a prim and proper boy. I can see him reserving a table at a high class hotel for high tea, a table set with a beautiful porcelain teapot and a tower of tiny sandwiches and cakes. He’d order a bunch of different teas you could try. Afterwards, you would walk along the street, checking out shops and talking together. Bonus points if you both get to wear something fancy and cute.

Leona:

Where you take him: Picnic

Look, while having the title of Ramshackle Dorm Prefect sounds fancy, you don’t have a lot of extra cash. You would need to do something simple and cheap but still meeting Leona’s royal tastes (You can’t tell me this boy isn’t a picky eater.) Thanks to the Culinary Crucible, you have a few new skills to test out. You find a big blanket in some old trunk in Ranshakle and pack everything together in a cute wicker basket. Maybe you’ll eat in the gardens where Leona always takes naps or go out on the beach to watch the waves. You both end up falling asleep with full bellies. (Leona won’t admit it, but he feels like that was the best food he’s had in a long time.)

Where he takes you: River cruise with a fancy dinner

Leona is going to see your cute picnic date and immediately one ups it with a super fancy and elegant river cruise with a full five course meal. It’s on a beautiful private yacht sailing down a river in the Sunset Savannah. You’ll sit on the deck, candlelight table, while perfectly dressed waiters serve you. This would probably backfire on Leona, though, as you tease him for acting the most prince-ly you’ve ever seen him. Not that you don’t have a ton of fun. By the time dessert rolls around, you’ve both ditched the fancy setting and started skipping stones in the wake of the boat.

Jack:

Where you take him: Canoeing

Something relaxing and outdoorsy and fun. I’m thinking you’ll find someplace like the Ocklawaha River or Crystal River in Florida. A beautiful river with plenty of turtles and fish to spot, surrounded by lush forests or Everglades. If you’re more confident on the water, maybe you each can have a kayak, but I imagine something like you both share a boat. It would be fun to have a sort of eye-spy sheet, like who can spot the most turtles, identify fish, maybe catching sight of a manatee, and, wait, was that an alligator? You’ll end your journey at a natural spring. Dumping your stuff in the canoes, you’ll jump in and spend the rest of the day swimming in the cool water. Maybe you find a good vine or rope and swing out over the water.

Where he takes you: Zip Lining and high ropes course

More high energy and involved than a lazy day river trip, but it gives you two the chance to be close. I can almost guarantee Jack found out about the place you go to from Coach Vargas. You’ll get hooked up into harnesses and climb up to a vast network of bridges and ladders and obstacle courses hung between the trees like a giant athletic spiderweb. Maybe at one point you slip, and, although you’re perfectly safe with the harness system, Jack still lunges forward to catch you, blushing hard after as he realizes how close you too are.

Ruggie:

Where you take him: Food festival

I imagine something like the Plant City Strawberry Festival, the Wilton Blueberry Festival, or the Gilroy Garlic Festival. Heck, even throw in the Epcot Food and Wine Festival if you want to have another Disney reference. Something county fair-like with plenty of free samples. You’re not sure who convinced who, but at some point you end up getting those cheesy headbands with springs on top and plastic versions of food bobbing around your heads. There always seems to be sketchy fair rides at these things, too, so you definitely cling to each other going down a log flume ride, kind of regretting how much you ate beforehand. But that’s not going to stop you from chowing down after.

Where he takes you: Farmer’s market

Listen, if something is good at a farmer’s market, then you know it’s the best. The big ones not only have plenty of great food, but also local performers and plenty of fun extras to buy. Even if you don’t want to buy anything, it’s fun walking through the crowds and seeing all the different stands. You definitely get some super fancy ice cream, probably with some ridiculous flavors like lavender, parmesan, or licorice. Serving sizes always seem huge too, so you both definitely go home with plenty of leftovers. (You totally don’t notice that Ruggie has been paying with Leona’s credit card this whole time.)

Azul:

Where you take him: Game shop

One of Azul’s vignette stories has him practicing throwing dice so many times until he’s able to completely control what numbers will come up. Sure, he might be in the board game club for fun, but also because he likes to win. So a game shop that hosts weekly game nights would be perfect not only for him to show off and impress you, but also a cozy space to have fun and take the pressure off first date jitters. Whether you have a game with just the two of you or join in with other patrons there, you can team up to strategize and win. I personally think something like One Night Werewolf would be perfect. (He does feel bad when he accuses you of being the werewolf, though. Too bad he’s right.)

Where he takes you: Fancy restaurant

It’s nothing compared to the Monstro Lounge, of course, But Azul is putting his best foot forward with a classic first date spot. Azul plans everything down to the most minute detail. He double and triple checks the menu of where you’re going before you even leave to make sure there’s nothing you’re allergic to and there’s something you’ll like. He goes all out: flowers, pulling out your chair, getting a bottle of something fancy and expensive to drink (non-alcoholic if you prefer). Of course, the moment you start complimenting him he turns red and starts tumbling over his words. Maybe you lean into that, enjoying teasing him, the switch from having everything under control to a mess of complex emotions. Still, you slide your hand across the table taking his, and you both have a perfect night.

Jade:

Where you take him: Make your own tea blend shop

Jade is an experimental guy. I think if he wasn’t the founder of the mountain lovers club he probably would be in the science club just to mix together every kind of chemical just to see what happens. You would take him to a small tea shop, maybe in town on Sage’s Island or somewhere else through the mirror portal. You would pick out matching tea cups then choose different flavors and leaves from the jars of dried tea. You could make up little packets of different custom blends, some of them stuff you actually think would taste good, some that just sound interesting all together. You and Jade could trade and drink them together back at the Monstro Lounge.

Where he takes you: Mountain and cave hike

This is kind of a gimme, but I think he’d want to show off all his knowledge of local mountain flora and fauna. He’s the only member of his club, which gives you plenty of time to be alone together and use the club’s budget however you want. He would surprise you by showing you an undiscovered cave entrance. Hopefully it’s not the kind where you have to crawl on your belly to get in. I like imagining something like Ruby Falls in Tennessee. He’d bring you in, turn off his lantern, and crowds of bioluminescent mushrooms would glow around you.

Floyd:

Where you take him: Roller derby

You can’t tell me this boy would not absolutely love watching a bunch of people going super fast while trying to beat the hell out of each other. He would immediately pick a favorite team and buy all their merch. Even if it’s just a small local circuit he’ll make his own merch for the two of you to wear while you cheer them on. Floyd already likes shoes, specifically sneakers, so I think he would really like the idea of roller skating, going as fast on land as he can in the sea. Your next date will be at a roller rink.

Where he takes you: Laser tag

Similar to going to a roller derby, Floyd would love the energy and competition of laser tag. He’d be vaulting over the barriers and launching sneak attacks against other players. Maybe you two would team up and top the leaderboard or maybe he’d hunt you down in the glow-in-the-dark black-light game room. Afterwards you can catch your breath in the lobby and eat junk food. You’re not sure if you’re excited or nervous when he mentions paintball.

Kalim:

Where you take him: Hands-on science museum

Coming up with a first date idea to impress Buys-A-Restaurant-Chain-Because-You-Said-You-Liked-Their-Breadsticks-Once-Kalim is a little harrowing. Sure, you know he would like whatever you have planned, it’s the thought that counts, but that doesn't mean you don’t want to try and show off a little. You eventually find a hands-on science museum. Think the Franklin Institute in Philadelphia or the Tech Museum of Innovation in San Jose or even WonderWorks. It’s something that keeps you active, jumping from exhibit to exhibit to try out all kinds of new things while pretending you're learning. Sure, most of the other people there are kids, but that doesn't stop either of you from having fun. With Kalim’s experience with all his younger siblings, you soon have a small army helping you with the replica dinosaur dig site.

Where he takes you: Fused glass class

Kalim’s first instinct is to go big. Throw a parade, rent out a theme park, buy a private island. This little ball of sunshine is way too excited to think anything through. Maybe Jamil mentions that you might be intimidated by such an overwhelming show of wealth on a first date, or maybe he implies you need to work up to something that extravagant. Whatever the case, Kalim agrees to start small. He’ll take you to a stained glass shop that offers classes in Silk City. You’ll take a fused glass class together, where you take shards and rods of other colored glass, placing them gently together in a shape. The owners fire the final product leaving you with a beautiful hand-made ornament. Kalim hangs it by his window back in his dorm room, smiling whenever the light catches it. (He’s still thinking about that private island, though.)

Jamil:

Where you take him: Aviary

Jamil mentioned in one of his vignettes that he would want to own a parrot one day. So why not give it a test run with a variety of different parrot species, and throw in some parakeets, falcons, lorikeets, and canaries while we’re at it? You buy cups of food and the birds will fly down to perch on your arms and heads. The parrots, in colors ranging from green and yellow to blue and purple and red, show you how they dance and talk. There’s a game you can play with them where you hold up different objects and they’ll tell you what they are and what they’re made of. There’s even a falconry show where the birds swoop out into the audience. At the end of the day, the tour guide makes a joke about lovebirds that you both pretend to ignore.

(BTW, did you know President Andrew Jackson had a parrot that cursed so much it had to be removed from the room during his funeral because it kept swearing? The more you know.)

Where he takes you: Dance class

Mr. Jack Of All Trades, Master Of All over here is definitely going to want to show off. No matter who asked who out first, he wants to reassure you, and himself, that you made the right choice agreeing to go out with him. So he sticks with something he knows best, something he has fun with, and something he can easily introduce you too. Whether it’s a classic ballroom dance, salsa, or classic Scalding Sands folk dancing, Jamil just loves the chance to be close to you. It might be better if you have two left feet so he can show off leading you. By the end, you're both sweaty and exhausted, muscles aching pleasantly, but you're also both laughing and wondering if you should enter a couples dance competition.

Vil:

Where you take him: DIY spa night

Like I said before, you don’t exactly have a lot of extra cash, so I can see you relying on a lot of DIY tricks. You’re hoping to impress one of Twisted Wonderland's biggest triple threats with scented candles (bought half-off at Sam’s), homemade avocado hair masks, coconut oil and honey face masks, and a jade face roller and gua sha set you have no idea how to properly use. Vil definitely appreciates effort, so he’ll love whatever you have set up. He’ll even show you how to actually use that jade roller and gua sha.

Where he takes you: Private movie theater

Let’s be honest, Vil isn’t exactly the most humble person. And you, a magicless student with pretty much no frame of reference for any pop culture or just plain cultural insights in this new world, are in the perfect position for him to show off. Vil would rent out a private theater showing the best and most iconic movies in all of Twisted Wonderland. Of course, he also shows you all of his films (Like I said, not so humble). He may give you the side eye when you insist on sharing a bucket of buttery popcorn, but if you gasp and laugh and applaud in all the right places I don’t think he’ll mind.

Rook:

Where you take him: Art museum

Quelle beaute! No matter what kind of art museum you choose, modern, sculpture, impressionist, classical, whatever, Rook is sure to love it. He’d be the kind of person to carefully read each plaque to discover more about the artist and what inspired their work. He’ll praise each and every piece, only to turn around and compare it to your beauty. While this definitely will get you a few looks from some of the other visitors, you won’t mind because you know he’s being completely sincere with every word. At the end of the day, you’ll probably end up with an art book from the gift shop and you get each other prints of your favorite paintings.

Where he takes you: Zoo

You can take the boy out of the hunt but you can’t take the hunt out of the boy… Or something. We know Rook has a penchant for stalking the poor beastman students at NRC (I bet they have to warn the Savannahclaw first years every year), so I think he would also love admiring animals in a place where you’re actually suppose to watch them. Extra points if there are baby animals. Extra extra points if the zoo has one of those programs where you can go back and get close up encounters with some of the animals, like sloths or elephants. You both definitely get plushies of your favorite animals after.

Epel:

Where you take him: Motorcross

Give the farm boy blood. We know from his dorm uniform vignette that he can ride a blast cycle. Checking out a motorcross race or just a show exhibition would be a high energy outing for you both. Cheering in the stands gives him a chance to cut loose from the stricter rules of decorum in Pomefiore, and sometimes it’s just fun to watch things go fast with a chance of crashing. Maybe you can rent one, or borrow one from Ingenhyde back at NRC, and go for a drive. He’ll probably go a little too fast, maybe from nerves or excitement or just to have to hold him a little tighter.

Where he takes you: Ice skating

Do you know how to skate? Great! He’ll take you out to a frozen lake in the middle of a beautiful forest near Harveston. Some place only the locals know about. It’ll be something right off a Christmas card with glitter snow and a perfect clear blue sky. Don’t know how to skate? That’s fine too! You’ll go to an indoor rink, somewhere where the ice is guaranteed to be smooth and won’t crack under your feet. If you’re just learning, please hold on to him and let him teach you, it’ll make him feel super manly and swell with pride. No matter where you go, you both get hot apple cider after, maybe cuddling together in front of a warm fireplace and sharing a warm quilt.

Idia:

Where you take him: Cat cafe

You’re going to need a good excuse to get Idia out of his room, and this is a pretty good reason. Ideally, you would find a place like Tashirojima, the cat island in Japan, but a good old cat cafe will work just as well. You’ll find the least busy time to go which should help Idia’s social anxiety. But once you both settle into plush low chairs and get surrounded by cute kitties, he won’t even notice anyone else. The cafe sells cute frozen cat treats shaped like cat paws that you buy to encourage the cats to come closer. You snuck in some catnip, and you both spend the day enveloped in cute warm kitty cuddles.

Where he takes you: Video game night

The boy is a nervous wreck around other people on his best days, so when he decides to venture on a date he’s going to go with something he’s most comfortable with. You’ll camp out in his room for the date. He’s gone to great lengths to make it nice, plenty of snacks and soft pillows and blankets. He’ll introduce you to some of his favorite but entry level games first. Maybe something Animal Crossing adjacent, but I have a soft spot for point-and-click adventure puzzle games. Eventually, you’ll end up playing doubles on something more action oriented, Idia showing you all the best tricks and combo moves. (Ortho is secretly taking pictures to show at the wedding he’s already planning for you both.)

Sebek:

Where you take him: Salmon fishing and grill

You like it because it gives a chance to get out in nature and be alone together, he likes it because he gets to catch his favorite food and prove he can be a provider. Sure, it just might be a first date, but Sebek likes to think ahead and he’s definitely taking your budding relationship seriously. You two go out into the woods, probably near where Camp Vargus was held, and set up next to a river. While most of the day is hanging out on the bank and talking, there’s always a jolt of excitement when one of your lines starts to tug and you pull out a beautiful gray and pink salmon. Sure, there was that one time when the fish slapped Sebek with his fin until it slipped from his hands, but you both agree to forget about that (you don’t forget, in fact you think about it often). Around midday, you both realize you’re kind of squeamish when it comes to cleaning fish. Sebek puts on a brave face and cuts them up while you make a campfire. Is it the best meal you’ve ever had? No, definitely not. Are you picking fish bones out of your teeth for the rest of the evening? Yeah. Did you two have a ton of fun and are already planning your next date? Of course.

Where he takes you: Tournament

Does Twisted Wonderland have Renaissance fairs? Who knows, but considering Briar Valley still has knights, they definitely have tournaments. The Bead Brawl is sort of similar to what I’m thinking, but there’s more of a focus on what we would think of as traditional medieval events. Stuff like jousting, sword fighting in full armor, and archery. I don’t think you go all the way to the Briar Valley for this, it’s probably more of a smaller local fair with less serious competition. I think Sebek will be a spectator at this event, but that doesn't stop him from commenting on the participants. He tells you about his own training with Lilia and Silver. He’ll be boastful and loud, but you know him well enough at this point to tell he’s nervous under all the bravado. He wants to make sure you’re having a good time but is too stubborn to actually ask. There are definitely giant turkey legs, homemade soda and mead, and chimney cakes to stuff yourself with. He’ll enter a visitor competition, something fun and light like an obstacle course, and win you a prize. At the end of the day there will be a traditional dance at the fair and you both twirl together under lantern light.

Silver:

Where you take him: Bookstore date

Whether a big chain store or a cute local owned place, the idea is the same. First, you both find the cheesiest romance novel cover in the store. Next, you checked out the cook books, looking for the weirdest and worst sounding recipes (you joke about getting it for Lilia then laugh at the glare he gives you). Finally, you both choose a book for the other that you’ll read then reconvene to talk about at your next date. You find him an adventure book, something you would have called epic fantasy back in your world. He gets you a collection of well known fables and myths from across Twisted Wonderland. He’s slightly worried that you’ll be insulted in his reference to your lack of cultural knowledge of your new world, but you love it, especially the gorgeous illustrations for each story.

Where he takes you: Horse riding along the beach

This can go one of two ways, depending if you know how to ride a horse/are comfortable around them. If you know how to ride, Silver will borrow someone’s horse from the equestrian club for you to ride. If not, you’ll ride behind him, arms hugged around his middle as you cuddle close. Either way, you’ll ride down to one of the beaches along Sage’s Island. You’ll ride along the beach, darting in and out of the waves. Silver will probably have packed a small picnic that you can eat while watching the sunset. He ends up nodding off for a little while you take a break lounging on some dunes, but you kind of like him leaning on your shoulder like that.

Lillia:

Where you take him: Concert in the park

A few steps down from a full on festival, I’m imagining a lush green park, couples and families spread out on blankets, food trucks surrounding everything making the park smell amazing, maybe a couple of craft tents with knick-knacks for sale. There will be a large stage set up for the bands. Lilia prefers heavy metal, but I think he would like any show that plays something high energy. You’ll set up an umbrella to give you both some shade as you watch the acts. Lilia will regale you with tales of his travels and he’d probably love hearing about all the places in your world. At some point, you both definitely spend time dancing ridiculously. Lilia takes plenty of pictures to show off back at Disamonia.

Where he takes you: Esports competition

When Muscle Red told his online bestie Gloomamurai he was trying to come up with ideas for a date, the later said, “I got you,” and set him up with front row seats to the premier esports competition in all of Twisted Wonderland. Arriving at the indoor arena, you get a giant bucket of popcorn to share and Lilia buys you some merch of his favorite team. If you don’t know a ton about esports or the game they’re playing, Lilia will be more than happy to explain the rules to you. You’re surrounded in deafening cheers when your team makes a last minute score to win, hugging each other while jumping up and down. On the way back, Lilia promises to help you set up an account for the online game and teach you the ropes, while trying to remember to thank his friend when you kiss his cheek.

Malleus:

Where you take him: Mini-golfing

You can’t tell me it wouldn’t be adorable to see a giant Malleus hunched over a mini-golf club trying to gently tap the ball into a hole. I can see him at the first hole swinging like a normal golf course, sending the ball twinkling away, Team Rocket style. Mini-golf is a classic first date, and I think he would like the normality of it all. You’re not trying to super impress him, just treating him like a normal boyfriend, a normal date. And it gives you both more time to focus on each other, between desperately trying to hit the ball through the moving fan blades of the windmill hole.

Where he takes you: Historic castle ruins

I can imagine Malleus panicking at first about where to take you for your first official date. Does he bring you to a ball in the Briar Valley? A romantic opera in perfect box seats? Do you start picking out your engagement rings? Instead, he finally decided on an old reliable choice, harking back to how you both first started bonding in the first place. He finds beautiful old ruins, either in Briar Valley or somewhere else, and you just stroll and talk. He’ll tell you about the architecture, maybe the history of the location, pointing out whatever interesting gargoyles he spots. You both understand you don’t need grand gestures or impressive and expensive dates. You’re both happiest being with each other.

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written-in-flowers · 3 months ago

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The Places Between Us: The Goblin Merchant: (OT8 X Fem!Reader)

Pairing: Kang Yeosang x Fem!Reader | Side pairings: Hongjoong x Fem!reader, Ateez x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, fluff | AU: Fantasy!au

Word Count: 13k

Summary: Being brought to Tin City by goblin traffickers, YN is brought right to the palace of the Merchant Prince, Yeosang, who takes an immediate shine to her. Unfortunately, his plans might be the end for her.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Overall Tags: dub-con, mind control, enslavement, kidnapping, forced breeding, monster fucking, sex work, mentions/implications of abuse, mentions/implications of SA, stockholm syndrome, public sex, exhibitionism, humiliation, degradation, breeding kink, bigdick!Seonghwa, bigdick!Yunho, DoubleDick!Yunh, monster fucking, face fucking, throat fucking, undead sex, sex w/ undead, belly bulge, anal sex, anal fingering, vaginal sex, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, squirting/vaginal ejaculation, slight size kink (height wise), overstimulation, facials, cum swallowing, choking, dom!ateez, sub!reader, tit fucking, sex toys, bondage, multiple partners, threesome (m/m/f), orc!jongho, naga!seonghwa, demon!hongjoong, dragon!yunho, undead!mingi, goblin!yeosang, lycan!san, lycan!wooyoung.

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Part 4: The Lycan Brothers < | > Part 6: The Orc Warchief

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Ace and Sprocket kept you in the cage all the way through the forest. You didn’t bother asking where they were taking you. You already knew.: Tin City, the goblin capital of the world. An industrial cityscape, smog and smoke turned the blue clear skies a murky green and brown. Factory smokestacks went high up into the sky, covering the mountain range beyond from view. Buildings made of metal, Tin City was the most technologically advanced city in the kingdom. Electrical lampposts glowed on the side corners, while motor cars rode up and down the cemented streets.

By passing banks, clothing stores, and houses, Ace eventually drove to a large building in the heart of the city. Dozens of people walked in and out of them: some hauled large crates or sacks over their shoulders, others stood outside haggling over goods on wagons, but it was the cages you noticed. People of all races stayed chained inside them like you, frightened of their goblin captors holding long electrical cattle-prods.

Above the large door was a sign of two crossing gavels. An auction house.

“Hey, Rambo,” Ace called out to a goblin standing outside the house’s gate. “What’s the word on the street?”

“Word on the street is that cayenne spice prices are low and cloth bolts are going sky high,” he responded in a rough voice. He took a puff of his cigar, then said, “The Bookies down in the Oil Trap are taking bets on tonight’s dog fights. Rumor is Yeo’s got his dogs in the game. I’d get my slips in if I were you.”

“Good to know, good to know,” he replied, nodding in understanding. “Look, I got some product to move and I was hoping to let the big guy get first dibs.” He nodded to the cage behind him, “Any chance you got any extra invites hanging in those big pockets?”

“I might have one or two,” Rambo said suspiciously. “Five-hundred each.”

“Five-hundred?”

“You want in the party or not, Ace?”

“I ain’t paying-”

“-Ace, we’ll make it all back when we sell this off,” Sprocket said. “Don’t get stingy now.”

“Ugh fine, but if this is a bust, you owe me, Sprocket.”

Rambo eyed the cage as Ace dug out his wallet. He spotted you curled in the corner and smirked. “Hey, if Yeo isn’t interested,” he said to Ace, “Can I get an hour with the human? I love ‘em.”

“We’ll see. Thanks for the invites.”

Ace climbed back into the car, and drove away. Great, another warlord you’re being sold to. You didn’t see how you’d be getting out of this place. It was too crowded, and too many eyes lurking on the streets. You’re sure the place is lit up even in the dead of night. Closing your eyes, you tried not focusing on the slight vibrations the car’s motor sent throughout the cage floor. It faintly tickled your bare center, and you recalled the two goblins taking equal turns on you. Maybe they’d do it again if this ‘Prince’ didn’t want you. They might decide not to sell you and keep you chained up for personal use. The image had you dripping in minutes.

Then you shook it away.

They drove up a hill to a large palace made of metal and stone. A long line of cars went through a guarded gate one by one, likely having their invitations checked by large, armored trolls. Your stomach churned seeing one of them check Ace and Sprocket’s invites, declaring them valid, and letting them drive on through. Yes, there’d be no getting out of this place unarmed. Goblins tended to have armories or sell weapons. “Yeo” might be in the weapons business and have something useful lying around.

Driving up into a foyer between entry gate and palace gate, you saw dozens of goblins dressed in flashy clothes with jewelry and hair ornaments. Everyone looked decked out in their finest clothes for this occasion. Suddenly, you became aware of your dirty appearance. You scratched off some of the mud caked on your thighs, and tried fixing your matted hair.

Ace was directed to a special area in the parking lot for “party supplies”. Sprocket went around to the cage door while his partner handled the proper documentation. Roughly tugging each woman out of the cage, he hooked one leash to the back of the other and put cuffs around everyone’s wrists. With the wrist cuffs and leash chained to the girl in front of you, the four of you had no choice but to walk in sync. You saw nearby goblins spotting you in your dirty, naked state and laugh behind their hands. The three women in front of you at least wore ragged clothing. You only wore your boots and your blanket.

“This is the product?” A goblin said from a doorway as they approached. He had skin like an orange peel and eyes black as onyx gems.

“Yeah,” Sprocket said, “Four ladies.”

The goblin looked all of you over. “A bit grubby looking, especially that one at the end. Take them to Trixie. She’ll get ‘em cleaned up.”

“Gotcha, thanks.”

Sprocket marched you to another room where you saw people being scrubbed down, hosed off, and then forced behind dressing curtains. Stylists walked to and from the booths with aprons holding hair supplies or makeup. Some of the victims fussed in their chairs and had to be restrained. You saw one woman be prodded with an electric rod when she tried leaving her styling chair. Another man was beaten with a heavy club when he fought off the female goblin trying to fix a pair of tiny shorts on him. The ones who weighed your heart were the defeated ones. Men and women who’d become so used to the routine that they complied automatically. The misery in their eyes struck your chest.

“Oh gosh! What happened to this one?”

Your captor brought you over to a singular booth where a goblin in a shimmery purple top and matching skirt stood holding a pair of scissors. Her bright blue hair tied behind her head, she’d bought sapphire earrings to match. She stared at you, stunned and shocked as she started circling you.

“Found her in the woods,” Sprocket answered. “You think you can fix her up? This one’s got lots of potential. She’s a real money maker, trust me.”

“Hm,” the stylist, Trixie, took in your features from several inches below, “I got my work cut out for me. She’s pretty. A good scrubbing, a bit of styling and a nice dress will get people fighting for a bite of her. Plex,” she called to another female goblin, “Give her the basic makeover. Put her in the red number.”

“Sure thing, boss-lady. Come on, you.”

Plex unhooked your chains and tugged you along. The “bath” consisted of a harsh rinse, itchy sponges and brushes, sickly-sweet smelling soaps, and another cold rinse. Plex stuck you underneath a vent that blew hot air through your hair and body, which dried you in minutes, then took you to a dressing station. One goblin got to work on your makeup while another started styling your hair. They commented on your beauty. They claimed they’d never seen a human so pretty before. You’d be a real big deal once you got on the party floor.

In a skin tight crimson dress bordered with black lace, you’ll admit you looked great. The fishnet stockings just barely touched the end of the short dress, and the black heels gave you a few more inches. They’d decided on a thong for your underwear, but no bra since the dress came with a built-in one. It stuck between your cheeks, only bringing back your arousal. Thankfully, the three goblins were too focused on your face to notice the mark on your back.

“You did a damn good job, Trix,” Sprocket said when you were brought back to him. “I hardly recognized her. I think we might have a shot at getting in Yeo’s good graces. Ace wants his endorsement.”

“Good luck getting it,” Trixie replied. “Yeo’s hard to please.”

“This little gal won’t have a problem pleasing him,” he chuckled, slapping your ass and giving it a squeeze. “Ain’t that right, honey?”

“You’re so uncouth, Sprock,” Trixie scoffed, shaking her head. “Lug,” she called to a nearby troll, “Take these favors up to the party.” She considered you for a moment, “Take her to Yeo’s VIP section with the other specials. He might be interested.”

“Uh-huh,” the troll, Lug, said in a hoarse voice. “Come favors.”

“Hey, so, Trix, are you going up to the party when you’re done?”

Lug took you and the others from the prep room and up a flight of stairs. The loud music hit you through a metal door, bathing your senses when he opened it. Goblins of all shades hung around a massive pool, a few wearing bathing suits while others stayed in their finery. They drank champagne, liquor and beer. They ate from hearty plates of hor'dourves, and played with fireworks. Some played card or dice games in one corner, the loser groaning and winner cheering. You couldn’t help noticing the men and women wearing collars and being tugged around by goblins and trolls. In one particular corner, you saw a young fairy maiden dancing in nothing but a bikini bottom. The goblins around her hooted and hollered, waving paper bills at her. Another male slave sat on a couch while two female goblins groped and caressed him. Neither looked pleased by this, and you frowned.

The troll brought you over to a large cabana set up near the pool. It was roped off to keep out the ‘riff-raff’ of the party, and you saw personal servants supplying food and drinks to those inside.

“Favors,” Lug said to a bouncer posted outside.

The bouncer looked over the four chained women. He started walking along the line. “Nah, not this one. He’s got plenty of ‘em. You can give this one off to Weegel,” he said about the elf in the front. He walked to the siren beside her, “Nah, he don’t like fish girls. Nils will take her though, and Yeo’s got to keep her happy if he wants her ships.” He reached the red-haired fairy with her green wings, and shook his head. “Jard doesn’t mind the glitter or the wings. I’m sure the seller will get a good price for her.” Then, he stopped in front of you. He didn’t say anything at first and you dreaded the worst before he unhooked you from the line. “We’ll take this one.”

Lug nodded, then dragged the other girls away. The bouncer took you into the tent. Whoever owned this section kept it styled with comfortable seating, and plenty of food, drink and entertainment.

“Hey, boss,” the bouncer called to someone on the opposite side, “I got a nice favor for you. Courtesy of Ace Crank and Sprocket Botguard.”

“Do I know those guys?”

“You know Ace,” he responded. “Green guy? Got two gold teeth? Sounds like he’s been chain smoking since birth?”

“Ah, yeah, I remember him. Bring her here.”

The bouncer pushed you forward. Sitting on a velvet purple throne was a younger goblin. Wearing a leather jacket over a glittering green button down, he stood out from the well-dressed people around him. Firstly, his beige skin separated him from the green and brown goblins sitting near. He had black hair streaked with neon green, matching his shirt and the belt around his jeans. His large, wide ears had golden hoops along the bottom edges, as well as a stud in his left nostril. He sat leaning back in the chair with a female goblin in a bikini on his lap. She was smiling at him, refilling his champagne glass as she flirted with him.

However, that stopped when he finally looked over at you. Brown eyes scanned over you in your red dress and black heels, intrigue instantly coming through in a small smirk.

“Well, hey now,” he said, pushing the girl off his lap much to her protest. “What do we have here?”

He left his chair and walked over to you, finishing his drink in the process. His eyes came at level with your chest, which suited him just fine as that’s what he focused on the most. Having him so close, lust coming off of him, had you fighting off the burning in your mark.

“Since when does Ace have such nice merchandise?” he asked nobody in particular, circling you slowly. “She’s fine. Super fine. What’s your name, doll?”

“YN.”

“YN…” he let the name rest on his tongue, then said, “I like that. It suits you.” He gave your ass a gentle squeeze that you forced yourself to not react. “Ooh, yeah, that’s nice. Let me get a little peek of what you got back here.” You bit your inner cheek as he lifted the back of your dress just over your ass. “That’s a nice ass you got here, doll. Ain’t it nice, Vixel?”

“Very nice, boss,” the bouncer agreed.

“Do you know who I am, babygirl?”

“No.”

“Then you must not be from around here.” He hummed softly when he tugged on your thong, tracing it with his finger and pulling it aside for a moment. “I’m Yeo, Trade Prince of the Northern Seas. I own a fleet of a thousand ships that move products all over the kingdom. I’ve traded with kings and queens, lords and ladies, and all the rest. Even Lord Kim sometimes buys off me. I’m a big deal on this side of the kingdom. Everyone owes me, and everyone pays.” He stopped playing with your thong and moved to the front, “I’m a hardworking man, you see, so every now and then I like a bit of comfort and stress-relief. I think every man deserves that, right?”

People around him agreed, and he nodded. He started feeling up your sides, starting at your hips and sliding to the curves of your breasts. Yeo smirked when he noticed your hard nipples poking out, but didn’t touch them.

“How about you sit with me, baby, and tell me how you got to my humble abode?”

He brought you to his chair, a throne big enough for two and handed you a drink. The fizzy pink drink tasted like strawberries, and was oddly refreshing. It was the first proper thing you’d consumed since your last stop before reaching Tin City, which had been a slice of bread and water. Beside him, your tits stayed at his level, which he enjoyed immensely. Being so close to him feeling his hand slid over your thighs, had you dying for more. This was why you needed to escape.

“Where are you from, baby?” Yeosang asked, nuzzling your neck.

“Gold Rush. It’s in the south,” you said, sipping your drink.

“I figured that. You got that southern girl look about you,” he said. “I do a lot of good business down there. Have you ever heard of Vernon Chwe? I do business with his Pop. It’s mostly grain and wheat, but it’s a steady income.” The name made you tense, and Yeosang noticed this. “So you do know him. I bet he’s gotten a crack at this a few times,” he gave your thigh a squeeze. “I know I'm going to later,” he murmured, staring at your cleavage. “What brought you so far from home?”

“Wanted to get out,” you shrugged. “See the world and all that.”

“Ha, looks like you got to see the world alright,” he laughed. “But, maybe you were meant to go through all those trials to get to me.”

“Maybe.”

“Hey, Yeo!”

As he talked to a friend, you stared around the pool area. The high fence keeps intruders out and slaves in. The guards positioned around the place held various weapons ranging from daggers to pistols. By the look of them, they wouldn't hesitate to shoot you if you tried escaping. You were screwed. Totally screwed. How could you get out of here? Maybe you should have listened to the voice.

A sudden moan broke you from your head. You looked up to see one of the elf dancers bouncing in somebody’s lap. They’d taken off her top, so her breasts jiggled whenever she moved. This obviously pleased the goblins around her, who egged her on with suggestive, lewd comments. Being an elf, she towered over her partner who was several feet shorter than her. Long silver hair curtained a heart-shaped face, and pale lavender skin shone with a light layer of sweat. By the cuffs on her wrists, you knew she had no choice in this matter, but was so beaten down, she accepted her fate. Seeing her half-naked, riding the small goblin, and letting out wanton moans, you gulped thickly. You drowned out the rising arousal with your drink, hoping it cooled your cheeks, but it didn’t. Soon, people around the group noticed.

“Do you like watching, doll?” Yeosang asked in your ear, his hand sliding up your thigh.

“N-No,” you lied, though you couldn't take your eyes off the elven girl.

“Eh, I don’t think that’s true,” he clicked his tongue. His hand went back down to your knee, then to your inner thigh again, fingers treading lightly over it. “You’re staring at her pretty hard. Do you like girls?”

“Um, uh, well…”

“God, that’s hot,” he exhaled deeply, taking your answer for a ‘yes’. “I have plenty of other girls we could play with another time. Tonight, baby,” he ran his hand up to your chest, playing with your neckline, “I want it to be you, me, and my toys.” His breathing got slightly heavier, and he licked his lips. You gasped when he slid onto your lap, fitting there like a child might. “It’s so rare to find a girl who gets me hot like you do,” he said, starting to gently tug down the top-half of your dress. “The others do well enough, but…damn, not like you…”

You held back a gasp when he finally revealed your breasts. He groaned softly at the sight of them, supple and filling his hand when he grabbed them both. His thumbs tracing the outer rim of your nipples, he placed tender kisses up your neck. You glanced back over to the elf, who was starting to shake as they’d spread her out for another goblin to lap at her clit. Around the room, you saw people in various positions already enjoying one another. While the normal party carried on outside, Yeosang’s VIP tent became a full on orgy section. Your body instinctively started grinding into your partner’s groin, feeling the hard bulge poking the middle.

“I think I’m in love,” Yeosang chuckled, licking one of your nipples. “A hot girl with nice tits who’s dying to fuck me? How lucky can a guy get?”

The ball pierced to his tongue started whirling around your nipple, the metal grazing over it each time. You pictured it in other places as he grinded against you. Yeosang lost himself in his own world; your body being the world he wanted to explore. His cock pressed to your stomach mostly, and you were tempted to touch it.

“Go on, baby,” he groaned, your tit popping out of his mouth, “Grope me.”

Not big at all, you imagined his size worked wonders on regular goblin women. For you, it might only go halfway. Yeosang let out a low groan when you cupped her entire crotch, fingers rolling over his balls while your palm pressed to his short shaft. He buried his face between your breasts, humming and licking where he could while teasing your nipples. He kissed up to your neck.

“Bet I can make you cum just by playing with these,” he said, sucking on the tender part of your chest. “Want me to show you?”

“Yes.”

Yeosang went back to fondling, sucking and licking your breasts. You clenched your thighs as you continued stroking him. Your mark radiated heat through your dress, the fire adding another layer of pleasure. Yeosang’s pierced tongue ignited the small sparks on your nipples that went to your center. He made small patterns, licked in different angles and sucked hard on them until you were squirming in his chair. It was like a drug. You kept wanting more even when he took it further. Hand working his crotch, the other slipped into his hair to hold him against one breast. Your walls started clenching for some stimulation; the wetness pooling in your thong turned your folds sticky and slippery, so you could feel them move when you squeezed your thighs. Feeling your grip on him tighten, Yeosang continued groaning against you and squeezing your breasts. You suddenly shuddered, wriggling in the seat as your orgasm hit you. In a few jerking motions, it ended.

“Good, huh?” He said, kissing your puckered nipples.

“So good,” you nodded, “My turn.”

He eventually rolled back into his seat and you felt the slight tingle in your mark on your back. All the desire in your body flared up like a firework, and every part of you felt sensitive to his touch. You got down on your knees without being told, causing Yeosang to lean back and watch you start kissing his hard bulge. His cock was right underneath the layers of denim and cloth, hot and begging for your touch. You rubbed along the thick shaft a few times before unbuckling his trousers.

“That’s what I like,” Yeosang moaned, lips parted, “A slut who does it without being told.”

He wasn’t long, but he was girthy. Flushed pink with a hot red tip, you started softly kissing the bulbous head while looking up at him. Your pussy throbbed just licking him. Like with Seonghwa, the act alone aroused you. Realizing how much he liked your breasts, you didn’t waste time in burying him between them. Yeosang shifted in his seat at this, gripping one arm rest while the other teased your nipple. Spitting on the tip, you used it to lubricate him. His dick completely disappeared between your soft mounds, the tip only just poking out each time you met his hips. The goblin prince let out strings of moans and praises while you worked him. You loved hearing the deep groans you created, the sound of them turning you on more. Soon, desperation had Yeosang holding both breasts and pushing into them himself. You slipped two fingers over your dripping cunt, spreading the mess over your velvety lips and folds.

“That’s right, baby,” he said, groaning when you took the head in your mouth. “Play with yourself for me. I want you soaked by the time I use my toys on you.”

Moaning freely now, you whimpered as you rapidly rubbed over your clit. It was too much, but somehow not enough. His precum spilled onto your tongue, and you eagerly sucked it up. So good. So sweet.

“Come on,” Yeosang said hurriedly, “Get in the house. I’m fucking you now.”

Nobody noticed you being ushered into the house behind the tent. The people inside hadn’t realized the orgy going on just a few feet from the door; too busy drinking and dancing to care. Yeosang nearly dragged you upstairs, then into a locked bedroom.

Yeosang did not hide his wealth at all. Expensive art pieces decorated the walls, with a walk-in closet full of expensive, tailored clothes. Big enough for eight people or several goblins, the bed was covered in deep plum blankets and sheets. Even with his shortness, Yeosang handled you without a problem, nearly throwing you onto his bed before jumping on top of it. You moaned as he forced your legs open and buried his face in your cunt. He threaded the thong between the smooth lips, leaving just enough cloth over your clit to leave it exposed, then licked at each side. His tongue briefly touched the sides of your clit, which had you writhing for more.

“Delicious,” he groaned, “And so wet. I’m definitely keeping you, pretty girl. Your cunt is all mine now.”

“Yeo…Yeo…” you breathed his name, grabbing your chest to squeeze them for him.

“That's right, baby doll. Say Daddy's name. I want to hear you screaming it.”

“Yeo!” you cried when he rapidly licked at it.

“My name sounds way better coming from that sweet mouth,” he groaned. “Goblin chicks are too high or too low. I like a nice medium. An instant favorite.”

He tugged the underwear upwards to tighten the fabric between your lips, creating a rubbing that pushed your hips to his face. Yeosang sucked up the juices leaking from your entrance, groaning at the taste and digging for more of it. You whined when he pulled away to tear off your thong and dress. Hunger and eagerness had the goblin tearing at the expensive silk and lace, eyes feasting on the body becoming exposed to him.

“Don’t worry, babe,” he said, “I’ll buy you a whole wardrobe of pretty clothes when we’re done here. I don’t leave my girls naked for just any guy to see.”

Since he was so much shorter, his head only reached up to your chest if he wanted to stay pressed to your pussy. He didn’t mind this, since he buried his face in them when you squeezed them together. His keenness became more obvious when he removed his own clothes and showed off his slim, lean body to you. It made you ache to touch him again. He reached to an end table, and you bit your lip when he took it out. Small, pink and egg-shaped, you had no idea what it was though you sensed its purpose.

“Open wide, baby,” Yeosang breathed, eagerly watching as your body sucked in the small toy.

In a few seconds, a sudden, light vibration started inside you. You gripped the pillows as it overwhelmed every conscious sense. Each vibrating pulse crept through to your center where you grinded up into the air. When Yeosang's tongue went back to flicking your clit, you nearly came right then.

“That….That feels so….Oh god,” you cried out, unable to handle it any longer.

Yeosang knelt up, tapping his cock on your sex before slowly slipping the toy further inside with it. Not long enough to reach fully inside, the toy made up for the rest by vibrating against your g-spot. It felt a million times better than anything you had before. Stars exploded behind your eyelids as your orgasm burst within you, Yeosangs's careful thrusts only just pressing it further on you. Yet, even after the body shattering climax you wanted more. The burning mark made you endure more of him, craving the cum he carried.

“Such a pretty girl,” Yeosang said, slipping out to withdraw the egg toy. “We're only just getting started, baby. You'll get what you need from me soon.”

He rifled through the nightstand for another toy, a wand with a ball at the end. As expected, the moment Yeosang pressed it on you, you trembled all over. The pinching sensitivity sparking from your clit brought equal measures of pleasure and pain. You moved away from the toy before Yeosang brought you down with surprising strength. He moved it side to side, cooing when you shook.

“Yeo-Yeosang!” you cried.

“How does that feel?”

“So good! Oh my god!”

“It'll feel even better soon, I promise.”

That was when he plunged himself past your walls again. His thick shaft stretched you considerably; you could feel the pressure, even if it was painless. The toy worked one side, his cock twitched and pulsed against your walls. He kept one knee up to his shoulder, your leg draping over and accentuating his small size compared to yours. Only three feet tall, he couldn’t reach for much but his toys made up for it.

When he gave your clit a break, he rolled you onto your front and pushed a small plug right to your ass. The mark branded on your back and Mingi’s spell made your body pliable to any form of pleasure he could give. It was all you felt. Pushing the silicone toy in time with his steady thrusts, you screamed into the pillow from the overpowering pleasure. Yeosang kept you pinned down as he charged forward. His small, lithe body made it easy for him to spread out and bounce on you, hips hitting your bare cheeks. Small noises and panting moans escaped him as his orgasm came.

“Ooh, baby,” he huffed, digging the plug in further as he went faster, “Such a good little whore. Are you my whore? Say it. Say you're my whore.”

“I'm your whore, Yeo,” you cried, eyes closed as you gripped the sheets. “I am.”

“Put this toy here,” he stopped to put the vibrator underneath you. Its muffled buzzing joined your frustrated whimpers. “How's that?”

“Good! It's so good!”

“You want my load, doll?”

“Yes! Yes please, Yeo! Give me your load!”

“Then make me cum,” he grunted, smacking your ass, “Make me cum and take all of it in your filthy fucking mouth.”

Neither of you lasted much longer. You sobbed into the pillow as a second wave came over you, and your cum shot out onto the bed.

“Open up,” Yeosang rolled you over and climbed up your body to your face. “Swallow it.”

You latched your mouth to the tip, sucking hard until the gooey substance painted your tongue, lips and cheeks. Gulping whatever flew in your mouth, you immediately started sucking to try getting more. Yeosang gripped the headboard tightly, rocking his hips back and forth as he cried and whined above you. Finally, he jerked out the last few droplets, moaning when they fell into your open mouth, then he finally collapsed beside you.

“Whew, that was-Hey, hey, now, what's this?”

You'd straddled him suddenly, regardless of how much space you took up. Hands on either side of his head, you began slamming yourself up and down on his cock. It'll get hard again soon. It wasn't a problem. The hunger spiraled deep, having you rocking on Yeosang who only watched in awe. You knew you should stop, yet the curse kept its grip on you.

“Was it that good, baby?” he huffed, hands on your hips. “It was so good that you want to keep going?”

“Yes! Your cock is so good! I love it so much!”

“But, I’m still soft,” he said, looking at where you both met.

“Don-Don’t care,” you whined. “I nee-need-d- it.”

It seeped itself into every part of your body. You nearly ached with the pain of need for it. You kept riding Yeosang as he grew hard within you, not stopping despite the exhaustion starting to come over you. Your body begged you to stop, yet you couldn’t. When you pulled him onto you, Yeosang held your thighs up and pounded you hard. Simply having him use you for his own pleasure fed the hunger building. The party raging outside, you’re sure somebody would eventually walk in and you hoped they did. The more, the merrier, you thought as Yeosang pressed the bullet toy to your hard nipple. This newest addition, thoughts of that pretty elf in bed with you, and Yeosang’s meaty length created another orgasm almost immediately. Yeosang filled you with his stringy semen, groaning in time with each push.

Sweat plastering thin strands of black and green to his forehead, Yeosang fell back onto the bed. You saw the tiredness in his eyes, a small satisfied smile on his face. Your own body weighed with the same sluggishness, but you still reached for his cock. The ability to fight off the curse completely left you. You could only think about his cock deep in your throat, throbbing and spilling his savory cum down it. Holding down his tiny hips, you worked him right into your mouth. Sucking the mix of your own essence and his cum off his length, you slurped the tasty beads coming out of him.

“Hey, calm down,” Yeosang said, “It’s sensitive.” He tried pushing you off, but you only started stroking him.

“Please,” you whined, licking the red tip, “One more time.”

“We can, but just give me a minute,” he chuckled, managing to get out from under you. “A guy can only go so many times,” he went over to a liquor cart where he poured himself a drink, “Plus, I got a party to go back to. A host can’t leave his guests unattended.”

“Screw those guys,” you hissed, “They don’t even like you. They’re just hoping to get in good with you so you’ll sponsor their pathetic businesses.”

He laughed, “Oof, you got fire in you, babe. I like that.” He gulped some of the amber liquid, “Come on. I’ll pick out something for you in my closet. I think I got stuff from my last girl here somewhere.”

He didn’t get it. Nobody did. The fire continued blazing even as he started rifling through the closet. You spotted the wand discarded on the bed, and immediately took it up. Instant relief buzzed through you once that vibrating head touched your overly sensitive cunt. Laying on your front, hips lifted off the bed, you grinded against the toy. Hongjoong wouldn’t stop. He’d go for as long as you wanted. You remembered the time you did it from dusk to dawn, only stopping for short periods. Something about your lover kept you going and it never hurt. Touching him, holding him close to your naked body as he sunk deep into you always brought you to orgasm. You wished it’d been him instead of Yeosang, instead of all of them. You yearned for his hands and lips. You wanted to hear his voice again, and see his face light up when he sees you. As you rutted against the toy, you longed for your boyfriend.

“Sheesh,” Yeosang said as he came back into the room, watching you shudder from your pleasure, “You can really go, huh? I’m definitely keeping you now, doll.” He put a low-cut green top and a black skirt on the bed, then walked to the door. “My boys could use a nice reward for their loyalty….”

It was heaven. Yeosang returned with a group of his personal guards, who all hooted when they saw you dripping on the bed. Keeping you on your stomach, each guard took their turn and you came every time. Sweat gleamed on your skin, matting your hair and wetting the sheets by the time they’d run through you. When the seventh guard got done with you, you were twitching and fading on the bed.

“Thanks a lot, boss!”

“You’re a real one, sir!”

“That’s some hot snatch you got there. Lucky guy.”

Their words did not bring on the shame you’d become accustomed to feeling. You felt your body slump, and you tried hiding your face from a gloating Yeosang. He gave your bottom a few delicate pats, then ordered a servant to wipe you down. The servant, a dark-haired female fairy, said nothing as you laid there. She gingerly cleaned you off, being careful with the tender parts, then offered you food and water. You had no taste for it. You only ate because she expected it. You noticed the woman’s small breasts underneath her bikini top and pictured Yeosang fucking them.

“You’ll get used to it,” she said, speaking for the first time. “It gets easier, I promise.”

She must’ve thought you didn’t want it, but you didn’t know how to explain you did. In a way, at least. You pulled on the clothes Yeosang left you, but had no desire to go downstairs. People likely heard what happened by now, and will no doubt jest about it. You stayed sitting on the bed, the musty scent of sex hanging in the air around you, and thought of Hongjoong. He wouldn’t have let this happen unless you asked. He would've fought off each and every person who tried harming you. The shield who'd protected you was somewhere off in the world while you're here suffering from this wicked curse.

You got up from the bed. Slowly, you went down back into the house. Nobody noticed you walking amongst them, despite being significantly taller than most of them. The smell of cigarettes, booze and sex started filtering through the house, and you needed to get outside. Yeosang had taken up his seat in the tent again, drinking from a glass with a girl holding a plate of food for him off to the side. You kept your distance as you waited on him to notice you. You hoped he never did.

“There's my doll!” Yeosang cheered when he spotted you. “A real prize,” he told the merchants around him, “She took all of my guards like a real champ. I could barely get her off me,” he laughed with his men. “You should've heard her! Little slut could've kept going for hours, I bet.”

The leering smirks of his companions deepened your shame. Hongjoong would've pummeled the little gremlin for speaking about you that way. You wished you hadn't lost your necklace. It would have been such a comfort now. A guard pushed you towards Yeosang, and you sit next to him. You supposed you'd play along for the moment. Not meeting anyone's eyes, you only listened to Yeosang.

“Say, how's your fleet faring these days?” One of the goblins asked Yeosang. “I heard the south's putting up some blockades in the ports.”

“We're still getting product through,” he answered. “I got a guy who's in good with the dockmaster, so I can still get stuff going through there. Yeah, supply lines are rough with the war starting up, but hey, everyone needs resources, right?”

“Whose side you taking?”

“Lord Kim, who else?” he asked. “The guy is a legend. That little southern king doesn't know who he's messing with. I'd back off if I were him.”

The name peaked your interest. “Lord Kim? Like, ‘The Dark Lord’ Lord Kim?”

“Yeah,” he said. “He's this demon lord who lives in the mountains. The guy rarely comes down.”

“And when he does, he's got this big ass dragon of his!” said one of the goblins. “The damn thing is always scaring my dogs and sheep. I can't get them to calm down.”

“I wish he'd park that thing outside the city,” said another. “It freaks me out.”

“He has a dragon?”

“Huge beast,” Yeosang nodded, sipping from his cup. “Aerion. It can spit this icy fire stuff that can turn anything instantly into a popsicle. In the war, my Pops told me he used to freeze whole armies and we'd blast through them like paper. Lord Kim isn't a guy to cross, baby, so when he comes I want you to be a good girl and bend over if he asks.”

“He's coming here?” You tried keeping the hope from your voice, covering it up with fear. You purposefully held onto him. “Really?”

“Don't get scared,” he rubbed your back. “Kim ain't like that.”

Dread mingled with the sliver of hope. Sadly, the only person who can pull you from this mess is another slave owner. You doubted Kim would be any gentler with you. Various escape plans came through your head, but none sounded successful. Those guards will fill you with bullets. Yeosang won't let you out of his sight or out of arm's reach. There are too many people to bolt through. Lord Kim might be your only way out of this after all. You regretted leaving the lycan camp now. He might have shown up there, and taken you from the pig pen.

But no, hubris fgt in your way.

“When is he coming?” you asked Yeosang, easing into his embrace and playing with a green strand of his hair.

“Tomorrow or the day after, maybe. It doesn't take him long. He just turns up when he turns up,” he replied. He nuzzled your neck, giving a soft kiss, “I won't let him take you from me, no worries there, dollface. You're Yeo's girl now, and ain't nobody getting in between us.” He planted more kisses down your neck, “Dance for me. Show my buddies what a lucky guy I am to have someone like you.”

Deciding appeasing this goblin could get you closer to your goal, you stood up and began swaying your hips. Yeosang’s eyes stayed on you as you danced to the up-tempo music. The sensual vibe flowed through you, and you moved to the beat. Yeosang is another client, that's all. Make him feel special and content, and you might get your chance.

You spent the night catering to Yeosang’s every whim. You poured him drinks. You filled his plates. You danced and stripped for him. You even helped him cheat at cards like you'd do with Vernon. Powerful men were the easiest to fool. If they feel like the self-proclaimed kings they are, you can get anything you want. Ace and Sprocket were more than happy when Yeosang showered them with money and favor.

“You're perfect,” he mewled drunkenly, watching you gulp the rest of his wine. “I've never had a slave like you before. You're an angel created by the gods just for me, for sure.”

“Maybe they're the ones who brought us together?” you suggested, leaning down to play with his gold chain. Twirling it around your finger, you said, “I feel that way, don't you?”

“Yeah,” he breathed, a fog of spirits coming from his lips. “Totally. It's not a coincidence that you show up on the night of my biggest party. The gods must've looked at me and went ‘let's give this guy a nice plaything’.” He gave a lopsided smile as he wrapped his arms around you, “Marry me.”

You laughed, “You're drunk.”

“Marry me, doll, and you'll be the Merchant Queen,” he insisted. “You'll be decked out in the finest clothes, the shiniest jewelry….you'll be driven around in the nicest rides, with a party yacht and a whole bunch of servants to serve you….You'd have me…” he put his hand up your skirt, squeezing your thigh. “In your bed at night, fucking you exactly how you deserve to be fucked. Be my wife, dollface. I promise I'll be super good to you.”

“I’d be a terrible wife,” you shook your head, laughing, “I don’t cook or clean.”

“We have people for that, babe!”

“I can’t guarantee faithfulness.”

“Me neither.”

“I don’t want children.”

“Good, they’re annoying and bring more trouble than they’re worth.” He lifted his cup for you to fill, which you generously poured wine into. Yeosang gulped, not minding what spilled from the corner of his mouth and wiped it with his sleeve. “You’re a slave, anyway. You gotta do what I say and I say that we’re getting married!” He nearly pushed you off as he stood up, raising his glass and addressing the room, “Hey everyone! I’m getting married!”

The partygoers all cheered, raising their own glasses and draining them with him. “Sels,” he called to a red-haired goblin standing by the bar, “Get the florist on the horn and tell him we’re gonna need five hundred pink and white roses! Call that dressmaker on Flint for a bride and groom fitting! And the catering company we used for Pop’s sixieth…”

Yeosang stumbled away, barking orders at the young woman who instantly grabbed a planner to write them down. You didn’t take the man seriously. Plenty of drunk men proposed to you before, and they remembered nothing the next morning. When the liquor wears off and his hangover starts, Yeosang will forget he ever had the thought. You took up your own glass, filling it to the top with wine, and then starting to gulp it. If you were going to get through this curse, you might as well pile yourself with as much booze as you could.

****

“Morning, my beautiful bride…”

You groaned at the sound of Yeosang’s soft voice. Nestled underneath layers of cotton and silk, you grasped for the last moments of your dream. It’d been Hongjoong again, laying inches away from you in your bed back home. You think it was your birthday…

“Precious angel…Time to get up now, we got places to be…”

He’d come as a surprise visit. The both of you spent the entire day together in your little room. He’d taught you how to slow dance, since you’d never done it before. To the music of your old record player, Hongjoong held you close as you both swayed in unison. You never felt so close to one person until that moment. It had been then that you knew you loved him.

“Hey! Get up!”

White light blinded you from a nearby window. You groaned, the light burning your eyes and worsening your headache. Not yet. Not when you’d gotten a perfect image of Hongjoong’s smile in your mind. You held onto it as someone yanked the covers off you.

“I’m up. I’m up,” you grumbled, rolling onto your side as your stomach started churning.

Reality finally breaking through, you opened your eyes to see Yeosang standing near his dresser. His black and green hair damp from a shower, you saw him spraying deodorant as he spoke.

“Good, get some food in you and hit the shower,” he ordered, putting down the bottle. “We got some places to be today.”

“Where?”

You sat up and realized you were naked again. Judging by the vibrator and anal plug on the nightstand, Yeosang and you took another round of sex. Pushing hair from your face, you tried recalling exactly how many times, but couldn’t conjure up a number.

“First, we’re going to the boutique in town,” he said, going into his closet. “Hattie is the best dressmaker in town. She really knows how to make a bride shine.”

“Bride?! You were serious about that?!”

“As serious as a heart attack, sweetheart,” he replied. “She’s gonna make you a queen to fit my king. Then, Sels called down that florist for us to look over floral arrangements for the big day. I decided it’s gonna be at the Oil Trap. It’s this big music hall near the ocean. The guy who owns it owes me some favors, so your hubby pulled a few strings and got us the whole place for this weekend.”

“Wait, wait, wait-”

“-Just imagine it, babe: you in your pretty dress, me in a new suit, dancing the night away on the seaside. Ha, it’s the wedding my Ma always hoped I’d have. I’m having Sharpy Shrimp’s cater the event. Hexel is gonna do our cake, and she’s got some great ideas for it. I’m thinking of a seven-tier with different flavors. It can sit on top of a small fountain of champagne or wine or something fancy like that. It can have some little lace or fluff or flowers around it too. Make it classy, you know?-”

“-Hey.”

You wrapped the blanket around yourself and walked to his closet. Yeosang pulled on a loose silk shirt with sequined blue flames, fixing it around his shoulders as he continued.

“-Then there’s the guest list. Anybody who is anybody is coming,” he buttoned up the shiny shirt, then grabbed a black blazer. “You’re going to like my family. They’re a riot, with or without booze. Ooh, and the booze is going to be top notch!”

“I never said ‘yes’ and I don’t want to get married,” you said firmly.

He grabbed a gold chain from nearby, giving a snarky expression. “You say that like you got some kind of choice.”

“I’m not marrying you.”

“Yeah, you are. You’re a special girl, and I’m not letting you go so easy. Making you my wife guarantees nobody takes you from me,” he said. “Now, stop being difficult and get cleaned up. I want you downstairs in twenty, and that’s me being generous.”

You glared at him. For the briefest moment, you thought of grabbing one of his fancy gold statues and slamming it over his head. Why did every man you meet seek some way to own you? Why did they treat you as if you were their property? Not even the men back home acted in such a way. Anger shook in your fists, causing them to ball into the blanket wrapped around your middle. You glimpsed at the golden horse set on top of a dresser table.

“Honey pot, go get ready now.”

No, killing him won’t do any good. If Yeosang is dead, Lord Kim might decide not to come. “Would Lord Kim be coming?” you asked him.

“Of course! It’s considered an insult not to invite him! Besides, he's stopping by sometime soon anyways.”

“Today?”

“Maybe? The guy never says when he’s coming. He just shows up.”

Sounded like someone you knew. Hongjoong said he liked being the element of surprise. It made your nights together more magical, he said. Now, you'd never have those again.

Defeated, you walked away from the closet to a bathroom across the hall. The stink of alcohol and spunk clung to your skin and hair, and you could use a hot shower. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help taking a look at the mark on your back. It’d gone from thick, burning welts to thin lines in a matter of days. You reached to touch it, and realized how Yeosang might have missed it. Perhaps this is a blessing in disguise. If nobody could see it, then it’s not a problem. You turned on the shower in the corner, then stepped inside once the water turned hot.

Rinsing off, you stepped out and grabbed a fluffy towel. A small shadow caught your attention and you looked to the window, almost hoping to see Hongjoong perched there.

“Oh, hey bud,” you said, seeing the crow there instead. “Sorry, I don’t have any food right now. You picked the wrong place to meet me.” You started drying off, “I worried something happened to you after Mingi’s camp. I didn't see you at the lycan den. Then again, you probably stayed away so you didn’t become an appetizer,” you snorted a laugh. “Things have been kind of fast around here,” you finished quickly drying off and put the towel back around you, “Like, I just found out that demon guy is coming here. He's the one who can help me with this stupid curse; then I can go home.”

You sat on the couch by the window, head resting on the window sill. Tin City stretched for miles across the small seaside coast. You saw large rigs sailing in and out of the far off port, different colored flags signaling their cargo. Hongjoong had told you all about the goblin merchant business. Cutthroat and sleazy, he said to trust every goblin with a barrel of salt. You would admit their technological and engineering advances beat any other place you've been. They were driving cars and riding motorcycles along the metal streets. You saw large robotic guards patrolling the streets, clunking along stiffly and repeating the same phrase “Serve and Protect.” If Lord Kim lifted your curse, you wouldn't mind hanging around the city.

“This isn't such a terrible place,” you reasoned. “At least I'm not in chains. Maybe being a wife to a goblin prince won't be such a bad thing.” The crow squawked in protest and you giggled. “Okay, so there's no trees but I can make a nice hang out for you.” When he jumped around, flapping wings, you said, “I swear. I wouldn't leave my traveling buddy hanging.” You looked back out the window, “Maybe I should just play along until Lord Kim shows It can't hurt. Yeosang only seems partially terrible. He's honestly no different than Vernon. They both have big heads and big egos. All I have to do is play into it, and let the rest happen, right?”

“Who are you talking to in there?” Yeosang knocked on the door, a bit peeved.

“Nobody,” you called back. “See you around, bud.”

You left the bathroom to find Yeosang looking up at you with hands on his hips. He peered past you as if looking for a second person. When he didn't see anyone, he gave you a suspicious look before speaking.

“Sels got you a nice outfit to wear out,” he said. “I ain't gonna have my girl walking around looking trashy.”

“That was nice of her.”

“She's my assistant. She has to do it.” His eyes landed on your chest again, and he started playing with the side of your towel. “Let me have a little lookie before we go, hm?”

“Aren't we going to be late?” you said, taking a deep breath as he slipped a hand inside.

“Yeah, but so what? I'm the Merchant Prince. What are they gonna do?” He gently tugged the towel from your hands, and his jaw dropped when it fell. “Damn, and to think in a few days these babies will be all mine.” He yanked on your wrist to make you bend over him, and he gave one a soft lick.

“A-a few days?” you stammered. You'd definitely be way gone if that was true.

“Well yeah,” he said, gently cupping one. “Weddings ain't finished in a day, baby,” the stud of his tongue piercing rolled over your nipple. “If you want a nice bash, you gotta do it right.”

“But, I thought you'd want me as soon as possible.”

“Don't be so hasty, baby,” he insisted, “Your hubby isn't gonna stop fucking you. Let me prove it to you right now.”

He pulled you into the bedroom where you laid on the bed. The tightness and burning you'd learned to endure returned as he climbed up your body.

“My pretty baby,” he cooed, kissing your neck. “You're gonna be all mine soon.”

“Aren't I already yours, Hubby?”

This made Yeosang tremble in your arms. He groaned softly when you kissed him, tongue sliding into his mouth and hands in his hair. Hugging him was like hugging a large stuffed animal.

“You bought me, remember?” you asked in one of his large ears. “Two thousand gold, if I remember correctly.”

“Yeah,” he said, groping both your breasts as he grinded into you. “And this is worth every cent. Open up for me. I want to taste you again.”

“Should we? You've seen how horny I get.”

“We got the whole day, baby,” he said. “I want you now.” He moved down your body to your hips, pecking along your pelvis to your mound. “I've never had a girl who can go as long as you.”

“You just get me that hot,” you sighed. “You and those fun toys.”

His chuckle was muffled by the lips in his mouth. You whimpered, feeling the soft suckles he did to each side, followed by a long lick. The side of his tongue barely grazed your clit, which began to throb from the sensual touches. You knew you'd be thrown onto another uncontrollable whirl of desire if he kept going. The effort it took to suppress it became harder and harder to maintain. Yeosang’s pierced tongue worked its magic, swirling and flicking until you were shuddering in his arms.

“That’s it, baby,” he moaned, shaking his head with your clit in his mouth. “Lay back and enjoy my tongue for a bit. If you marry me, dollface, you get me whenever you want.”

“Yes…” you said through a restrained moan. “Yes, I'd love that.”

“Get the dildo out,” he said, “That big green one you couldn't get enough of last night.”

You didn't hesitate to reach into the nightstand. As long as Seonghwa had been, you felt excited simply holding it. Locking eyes with Yeosang, you gingerly slid the tip in your mouth. You sucked the smooth toy slowly, working it into your mouth inch by inch. He kept sucking, grinding into the mattress as his cock grew harder. Soon, you handed the wet toy to him, and he pushed the very tip inside. He brushed his thumb over your drenched clitoris while he continued sliding it. Once full of it, you knew you were a goner.

The toy finally did its best feature: it whirled and vibrated. Yeosang kept nestled inside with a strip of tape from a bed drawer, only driving you further insane. When he scooted up to your chest, cock springing out of his pants, you opened your mouth willingly. Not big or heavy, you had no trouble letting the little goblin thrust in and out of your mouth. He held onto the headboard, almost bouncing on your face. His low grunts matched your stifled moans. You hooked your arms around his small thighs, forcing him into your throat as you hummed around it. You'd done this last night and you'd both nearly came from it.

“I love this pretty mouth,” he groaned, pulling out to tap it over your lips and tongue.

“And it's yours.”

“And it's mine.”

It only took a few more pushes before you came. Body vibrating, muscles clenching from the pleasure, you rode it out to the end. Right then, Yeosang’s dick pulsed and went further into your mouth as his cum burst like a jelly candy. You eagerly swallowed the globs falling into your throat, groaning for more.

“Hubby,” you whined when he pulled away, “Let's go just one more time, please? You didn't fuck me.”

“We can do that later on. Put a lid on this for now, and get dressed.”

He fixed himself up, but you couldn't stop. Forcing yourself to stand, you found the outfit Sels got for you. Lavender tank top and skin tight leather skirt with a gold chain belt, you figured most of your outfits will consist of pieces like this. You didn't care. It only gave Yeosang more access to your holes. You found the slightest brush on it ignited the arousal you didn't get to douse out. The urge to quickly use one of his toys before going out, but you knew to delay him will agitate him. Vernon was the same way.

“You look smoking hot, babe,” Yeosang approved of your outfit. “Every guy is gonna be drooling over you.”

“You just gave them another reason to envy you, Boss,” said Sels.

“Ha, true.”

He led you to a small, red car parked outside the door. A goblin opened your side, and you climbed in. A bit cramped in leg room, you supposed it wasn't so bad.

You spent the entire day out with Yeosang, and your mark burned most of the time.

In the boutique, wearing a mermaid style dress made of sheer and lace fabric, you tempted him into a slow ride in the dressing room. The feeling of his cock rocking deep inside your cunt had you trembling in minutes.

At the florist shop, he fingered you subtly as he talked about flower arrangements with the shopkeeper. You struggled to stay still. His fingers worked your pussy way too well. You both decided on white and pink roses tied with strings of pearls and diamonds.

You gave him another blow job outside the bakery in the car. He held onto the door and back of the seats tightly as you firmly sucked him. Your hand and mouth both sliding over his dick, you shivering when he finished. “Your cum tastes better than any dumb cake,” you told him as you wiped your mouth. The cake was exactly how Yeosang wanted: a seven tier with a tiny green fountain at the base with every tier a different flavor.

He took you from behind at the catering office. You'd teased him the entire way there, showing off the breasts he liked so much and putting his hand on one. His cock might not reach fully to your g spot, but he made up for that with his fingers on your clit. You walked into the catering place with his cum smearing your thighs. A reasonable spread of exotic and local dishes was agreed upon, with each meal better than the last.

“You are something else, you know that?” He laughed when you returned to the mansion. “I love it though.”

He kissed you, and you returned it deeply. “I can't help it,” you said between kisses, “You make me all hot and bothered. I can't wait to have it all the time.”

“I won't get any work done with you around, will I?”

“Nope.”

You hoped to see an unfamiliar figure in the mansion when you came back. Lord Kim might have arrived while you were away. Unfortunately, there were no visitors waiting, only Sels with her daily profit reports. You decided to put on one of the swimsuits Yeosang bought you, and take a dip in the pool. If you're going to wait on him, you might as well do it in style.

****

It was a nightmare. Two days passed since you arrived in Tin City, and you felt yourself slipping. You'd wake up in places you didn't remember going, naked and aching for more. Whenever Yeosang and you slept together, you craved more and more. It became an itch that you couldn't scratch. The goblin ended up having to restrain you when he wasn't home. Everything and everyone looked good. From Sels in her tight blouses and small shorts to the horse statue you grinded on regularly, you found yourself caving. The need to escape no longer crossed your mind. You only wanted stimulation, any kind you could get.

“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me, Topaz. Fuck me as hard as you can!”

You whined as you bent over a lounge chair by the pool. Behind you, huffing and puffing was one of Yeosang’s guards. You'd been playing with yourself when he passed by, and didn't pass up the chance at his boss's girl's pussy. The shame you might have felt did not matter. You no longer felt it. His cock pulsating within you drove you wild, and you started pushing back into him. After he finished, you took on another passing guard who didn't complain when you pulled his dick out for him.

“Boss is a lucky fella,” he cackled, holding your head with both hands as he thrusted, “I'd kill to have a horny bitch like you on my arm.”

It was never enough. When you finished going through three more guards, your body finally collapsed onto the chair. Sticky and sweaty, you laid there limply as the men walked away from you. You could go even longer than before. The hunger didn't stop after three or four times anymore. The curse's progression occasionally concerned you in those moments between flare ups, but not enough to urge an escape. On your back, you reached out for a fruit platter next to you though you had no desire for food. The strawberry burst in your mouth, but you didn't enjoy it. You thought about the salty taste still on your tongue. Disgusted with yourself, you still scooped what leaked out of you and put it to your lips.

By your fourth day in Tin City, the haze came. Forgetfulness was one of the main symptoms, and you felt it most after sex. Gasping for air after another round with Yeosang and two girls named Peggy and Twix, you forgot how you'd gotten there. The memory remained shrouded in a thick fog as Peggy poured drinks. You'd been in the private lounge, discussing something. What? The wedding maybe? That's all Yeosang talked about since the official announcement. You closed your eyes to try picturing the scene, but only made out vague details. Visions of you, Peggy and Twix working on an overstimulated Yeosang came in blurs. Hands caressing bodies, limbs becoming so entangled you couldn't tell who was who, and moans filling the bedroom came through.

“Here, sugar,” Peggy, purple-haired and green, handed you a small goblet. “It's Yeo’s finest stuff.”

You drained the glass, but felt sick by the force it took. The curse would take over, but honestly, who cared anymore?

Sels tried going over the guest seating with you the following day. She drew up a diorama of the Oil Trap's banquet hall with little circles and squares for the tables. You tried focusing on names and spaces, listening to her stories about the different relationships. But, you only thought about how she'd look with a dildo in her cunt. As she explained why Crizzo and Tizzy don't get along anymore, you slipped your hand onto her lap.

“Hey, little lady, don't you get any ideas,” she giggled playfully, pushing your hand away. “I ain't like the fellas around here. I won't just go down on you because you want me to.”

“Then tell me what I have to do to get in those panties, Sels.”

She gasped at your vulgarity, a pink tinge on her cheeks. “YN, Yeo won't like it.”

“So?”

“He's my boss. You're his fiance. It ain't right.”

She didn't get it. You longed to taste her lips, and feel her tightness around your fingers. You needed someone, anyone.

"YN…" she gazed over your glossy eyes, "Do you remember anything about this morning?"

You furrowed your brow, forcing yourself to conjure up some small detail. "I remember waking up next to Yeo and someone."

"Who?"

"I don't know. Does it matter? It feels good. Don't you want to feel good, Sels?" The burning started coming right as Yeosang appeared.

“Didn't I fuck you enough this morning, chicklet?” He asked in disbelief, huffing as he set down two table cloth samples.

“You did,” you said, turning to him. “But, Sels is pretty too. You should do us both….right now….on the table….please, Hubby?”

You started pulling at his shirt before he stopped you. “Come on now, we have work to do. This wedding ain't gonna plan itself.”

“Yeo-Yeo,” you pouted, giving him a soft kiss, “I'm-”

“-I know you are,” he cut you off. “We can do it later, if you're so damn horny, but for right now we have a seating chart to make.”

You resented the pair the rest of the time, only nodding when they addressed you. You thought Yeosang liked you being insatiable. He'd been happy about it when you met. All of a sudden you're “too horny”? What did that even mean? When they agreed on the seating arrangements, you got up from the table and went to your bedroom. There, you fiddled with the vibrator for hours, fucking yourself dumb and sensitive with the whirling, buzzing toy. Yeosang came in after the sixth orgasm, slightly aroused but overall upset at the mess on his sheets.

“We just changed these,” he grumbled. You didn't stop going despite your aching hands and wrists. When he pulled the toy away, you flexed them to stretch the taut muscles and bones. “You're something else, girl,” he said irritably. “Really something.”

The sixth day was even worse. You suddenly didn't know what you were doing. Your body only enjoyed the pleasure, your mind forced into submission by your desires. The boutique owner, altering your dress one more time, yelped in surprise when you took his cock in your hand and stroked him. You'd gone far enough to seduce the troll escorting you home. In the front seat of Yeosang’s car, you rode the sweaty, bulging grunt like a horse. The spaces in between were becoming shorter and fewer. The sex lasted longer. The pool floats weren't safe either, being grinded on in the middle of the pool. You couldn't stop it. It became all you thought about, all you needed.

“Babe, you should eat something,” Yeosang said that night, actually worried for you.

“I'd love to be eating you,” you crooned, reaching for his belt buckle.

“No, none of that. Eat.”

Sels had to feed you herself as ordered by Yeosang. The food tasted bland and dry, no matter the dish. You couldn't find the interest in eating anymore.

“You really think you should marry this girl, Yeo?” A friend asked him the night before the wedding.

Yeosang had tied you to a chair during dinner rehearsals. Eight days. This torture had been going on for eight days. You squirmed in place, finding friction and openly moaning. Drool fell from your lips when someone passed a banana split across the table. The whipped cream on the long banana gave you images of something better covered in cream. The brisket sandwiches, baskets of fries, mozzarella sticks, pasta bowls, barbecue chicken, creamy mashed potatoes, corn on the cob and other foods did not entice you in the slightest. The wine, spirits and beer being served were invisible to you. You only sought the delicious taste and feeling of something between your legs.

“We already paid for everything,” Yeosang said. his voice miles away even though he sat beside you. “I don't know what the hell is wrong with her.”

“I'd cut my losses and sell her off,” he replied.

“Lord Kim might be able to salvage the situation, sir,” Sels said. “He is a demon. He could help you.”

“Maybe…if the bastard would show up already…”

You started bouncing on air, wanting so badly to have something in you. The name did nothing for you now. You didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore. With Sels’s help, you managed back to your room where you nearly dragged her into bed with you. She only escaped because Yeosang pulled her away in time. This resorted to you humping a pillow, tongue out and waiting for Yeosang’s cock.

“What he fuck is going on with you, babe? I get being horny but…”

“Shut up and get those pants off, goblin boy.”

“Nah, I'm good.”

“Please!” you said, tears in your eyes. “I'm ready for you. You can just go inside.”

“No, I'm alright. Look, I got this stuff right here that'll help you sleep. You haven't slept in two days, babydoll, and we got a wedding tomorrow.”

You whined at the slight sting in your arm. For once, you finally felt peace.

***

“I don't have a choice, Sels. She's out of control. I can't keep drugging her. I mean, how's that gonna look? Prince Yeo can't get his bitch out of her heat, so she goes looking elsewhere. I already tell people I let her do it for now, but what about when we're married?”

“I said you should wait until Lord Kim arrives. He might have a solution. His bird came with-"

“-Nah, nah, I can't have her around him. She'll scare him off and then I lose the biggest deal we've gotten since my Pop was in charge. She's gonna have to go.”

“Where?”

“I got some friends from the canyon coming by for trade talks. I'll throw her in with the trade, and see if their Chieftain will take her.”

"But, boss, I got-"

"-Can't believe this whole thing has gone down the drain."

****

Standing up, you felt the salty sea breeze hitting your hot skin. It cooled down the constant flames burning through you for mere moments. Two guards had chained your wrists together again, and one led you down the stairs and out of the house. It took you several minutes to realize you had been taken out of the bedroom.

“Where are we going?” you asked one of them. “To the Oil Trap?”

“Nah, not the Oil Trap, sweetface,” the guard tugging your chains said. “Yeosang called off your wedding. You're a product now.”

“Huh?”

Neither of them elaborated. They dragged you to a cage hooked up to a wagon. Yeosang stood next to it, signing a clipboard and passing it to Sels. He gave you a quick glance, nodding his approval.

"Yeah, this will do," he said, sounding dejected. "I can't believe I'm out two grand. I paid two grand for a crazy snatch. I feel robbed."

"You want us to find the loser who sold her to you, boss?" One of the guards asked as he forced you into the cage.

"Yeah. Find those two and bring them to me. They're gonna pay for cheating me," he glared. He hopped into the cage with you, and your mark tingled. He sat on the opposite side of the small cage, examining you from afar. "We were supposed to get married today. What am I gonna tell everyone? They all came here dressed to the nines, hoping to get loaded, and now I gotta tell them my fiance ran out on me. Do you know how that's gonna make me look, doll? I got a rep around here. I can't have a crazy bitch ruining that for me."

Your limbs became cinder blocks that were a struggle to carry, and you found it hard to remain upright for more than a few minutes at a time. Being thrown into the cage was a blessing, since now you could rest. You tried remembering how they got you downstairs. You didn't remember being woken up or anyone calling your name. You simply woke up already standing, cuffed and shackled. Last night? You couldn't recall that either. Peggy and Twix. Was that last night or the night before? And Topaz? How long ago was it since that happened? The high of sex wore off from the drug Yeosang gave you, but now the rocking cage brought it back.

"Bright side, Kim ain't shown up yet, so he won't see you hanging around," he continued. "Two grand, plus the forty I spent on this wedding. You better be glad I got connections at the bank, otherwise you'd be making that money back another way."

The slight vibrations awoke the mark on your back once more. Moving your legs apart, you started rubbing in slow circles. The pliable folds became slick in minutes, and your sliding fingers over your clit drove you wild.

"The flowers, the DJ, the catering, the hall, the booze, the drugs, the photographer, cinematographer, the honeymoon boat, the limo, the guest favors, security...All wasted." He turned to you, "Maybe we can salvage the situation by having it anyways. Everyone loves a good party. I can just tell people it's a theme party. Everybody loves a-Are you kidding me? Even here?"

"I can't help it," you whined, spreading the lips to show him your swollen clit. "It feels good."

Yeosang gulped thickly, eyes falling to your hand. He licked his lips at the small bud being rubbed with a single finger. "Oh yeah?"

You nodded. "Come play with me," you slunk lower in the corner, "One more time?"

"Well, it does look good all wet like that...I suppose… " he began crawling towards you. "Give me a little taste, babe."

Nestled in front of you, Yeosang buried his face right to your pussy. Tongue lashing at your clit, you mewled at every swipe. You slipped a hand into his hair to keep him close, your body burning from the building tension. You imagined him doing this forever, taking you however he wanted and spilling his cum all over you. Visions of Yeosang using his hands, mouth, toys and cock brought you right to the edge. Your hands held onto the crossing bars of your cage to keep you grounded as he sucked the leaking juices. Right when you started to tremble, Yeosang pulled away.

"You're cumming on my dick this time," he groaned, pulling out his cock. "Keep rubbing that clit for me."

You did as he said while he shoved his cock into you. Pure bliss. It was better than any drink or drug he could give you. Even when your orgasm hit you, egged on by your rubbing and his pounding, Yeosang didn't stop. People the car passed noticed you both whenever you came to a light, and stopped to stare. You welcomed it. You held one of your legs up so a crowd saw him stretching you apart. When he pulled you onto him, his cock ramming up into you, they cheered before the car moved on.

“Hey, Yeo!" A goblin called at another light, "Where can I find her? She looks good."

"She can really ride," his friend pointed out. "I'll pay a hundred for the whole thing."

"Too bad I made the deal prematurely," he said. "Maybe you could have made back all that money for me. You would have liked it anyway. You could have been a little money maker."

"Keep me, " you whined, whirling your hips around, "And you can make plenty off me."

If it meant you got more cum, you didn't care.

"Sorry, dollface. I promised to throw you in as part of a deal. I can't go back on my word. Now, make your hubby cum one more time."

Several short thrusts later, Yeosang was tightly gripping your hips and harshly rutting into you. The spurts of cum filling you did not feel like enough. As he came down, you kept grinding to get him hard again.

“We're almost there,” he said, pushing you off him. “You can get fucked by your new master and his entire tribe if you want.”

“But I want you,” you pulled him close and reached for his groin before he could zip it back up.

“No means no, doll.”

“Come on, don't be like that. You know you want more, so give it to me.”

Yeosang sighed irritably, then withdrew a syringe from his pocket. In a quick pinch to your neck, you slowly felt yourself falling down a big hole. It swallowed you at once and the work turned dark.

****

“What's wrong with her, Kang?”

“What? What do you mean? There ain't nothing wrong with her.”

“Then why is she drugged and chained in a cage?”

“She ain't drugged. She's just sleeping, is all, and the chains and cage are for transport convenience.”

“This is how you would transport your bride?”

“Bride? This one? Pfft, no way. I'm not marrying her.”

“Then who are you marrying?”

“Um, uh, well….Sels! My assistant, Sels. She and I have been sweethearts for years, and I thought it was time to pop the question, you know? I found this one in the auction house, and she's been more trouble than she's worth. I thought a big Orc chief like yourself could straighten her out.”

“....Is this the one, Warchief?” a voice said in a hushed whisper above you.

“I believe so. She's exactly how he described, brand and all,” another voice replied. “You're making her part of our deal?’

“Yes! Think of it like the cherry on top of a nice chocolate cake!”

“Then it's settled, Kang. Don't make me regret this.”

“You won't, pal….Here, let me throw in these sedatives for free. She can get kind of rowdy, and these seem to work on her for a while.”

****

A/N: hey, a deal that might just turn out well for YN. Yes, the goblins are a total rip off of World of Warcraft goblins lmao I love their version of them and Yeosang as a scheming little horny goblin prince sounded hot. We're getting closer and closer to the end, hope y'all stick around for it <3

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