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fantasticborahae · 2 years ago

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Kingdom Of Magic And Blood | PROLOGUE

Synopsis: In the shadows of this era, reemerges a dark long-forgotten practice known as 'the ritual of virgins.' This twisted tradition promises power through sacrifice, unveiling a sinister force that shapes destinies with a merciless hand.

Genre: Fantasy, dark romance, royalty, bl, forbidden love

Pair: Taehyung X Jimin

Warning: THIS STORY IS NOT SUITABLE FOR READERS YOUNGER THAN 18 YEARS OLD!

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An aura of mystique enveloped the air, casting dancing shadows upon the rough stone walls. The room seemed like a realm between the mortal and the ethereal, a place where incantations echoed like ancient whispers. At the heart of this arcane shrine, Jin's wizard's stool stood as a symbol of his authority.

Jin was draped in dark robes that seemed to absorb the room's dim light, he reclined upon his chair, completely relaxed. His piercing eyes glinted with power and possession as he looked ahead in some sort of trance. His slender fingers were adorned with intricate rings, his nails painted black by magic and several deals made with the devil and he rested them thoughtfully against the armrest, gently tapping the wooden surface.

The atmosphere shifted as the shrine's entrance parted, revealing Jimin. His delicately curvy figure stood at the entrance briefly as if waiting for a command to enter the shrine. His crescent eyes were cast down, exuding submission. He was naked, adorned only with beads that circled his waist and a piece dangling from his neck to his chest. In his hands was a bowl of water, carried with practised grace. His eyes, a reflection of both devotion and a longing for acceptance, remained fixed on the floor.

Jimin quietly walked into the Wizard's shrine and knelt before Jin. The beads grazing the cold stone floor as he settled at Jin's feet. Raising his hands, he presented the bowl of water as an offering to him.

"Drink, my Lord," his voice was soft, a melody that blended with the hushed echoes of the chamber.

Jin's gaze locked onto him with an intensity that belied his composed demeanor. The water he was asked to drink rippled gently, but it was Jimin's presence that sent ripples of admiration cascading through his very being. He took the bowl from Jimin's outstretched hands, allowing the tips of their hands to graze in a touch that carried his desires.

"Ah, my siren," Jin began, his voice a velvety caress that seemed to resonate with the very essence of the chamber. "In your presence, even the moon pales in comparison, and the stars themselves yearn to mirror the radiance that emanates from your every step."

Jimin remained quiet as he watched the Wizard lift the bowl to his lips and Jin's eyes never wavered from his young lover's form. As the water's cool touch met his mouth, he savored it like a potion of rare potency.

The corners of Jin's lips curled into a subtle smile, a gesture that held a wealth of meaning as he lowered the bowl. "Jimin," he breathed his name like a prayer, letting the syllables linger in the air like a fragrance that refused to dissipate. "You are more than a mere vessel of beauty. You are a tapestry woven from the strands of stardust, a masterpiece crafted by the very hands of the cosmos."

His gaze traversed the naked form of the male at his feet. His free hand reached down to touch Jimin's body, his tainted fingers brushed his perky nipples and Jimin looked up at him, positioning his body for the Wizard to do whatever he wanted.

"You are not just my other half, my dear Jimin. You are the embodiment of a spell that weaves its enchantment upon all who are fortunate enough to cross your path. Your beauty is not merely skin-deep; it is an echo of the very universe itself, a mirror that reflects the secrets of existence."

Jimin sprawled out on the floor, eyes shut and red plump lips held between his teeth. He spread his legs, allowing his lover's praises to unravel him. The praises from Jin's mouth were equivalent to an orgasmic feeling and the more he heard them, his toes curled and he moaned softly.

Jimin was the wizard's creation, a manifestation of his very image, Jimin belonged to him, Jimin was from him, for him and Jimin was him. They were one in different bodies.

The young lover's chestnut hair cascaded over his shoulders, and a faint blush warmed his cheeks as Jin's words caressed him like an embrace.

"Dance for me, my own." The wizard requested softly.

Jimin's eyes opened at the request and with his ever gentle smile, he rose to his feet and began to dance. His movements were a fluid cascade, an expression of the power dynamics between them. His body moved with a grace born of hours of practice, his hips swaying with a rhythm that matched the very pulse of the shrine. Each movement seemed to fan the flames of Jin's admiration, igniting the fire of his obsession.

"Dance, my soulmate. Captivate me with your allure and lock my soul forever in the depths of your enchantment."

Jimin's body began to heat up and his hands glided across his smooth skin, lips slightly parted and eye fixed on no one else but the man that owned him. His hips moved like poetry, tracing invisible lines that wove tales of passion and surrender. The beads that adorned his waist created a delicate symphony of their own, their gentle rustling merging with the sighs of the chamber's air as if nature itself whispered its approval.

His back arched gracefully, a bow drawn by an invisible archer, before he swayed forward, surrendering to the call of the dance.

His eyes remained fixed upon Jin who had allowed himself to get lost in this temptation. Jimin's eyes held devotion and yearning, inviting the wizard to unravel the layers of his dance like a cryptic puzzle waiting to be solved.

"Take my soul, Jimin. Take it all." Jin moaned, his chest rising and falling rapidly as an electrifying wave of orgasm hit him. His eyes rolled and his chest constricted, stealing words from his mouth. He didn't need to touch Jimin before he'd cum. All he needed was to watch the young man dance.

Jimin continued to dance and he wouldn't stop until Jin told him to. It was a dance that transcended the boundaries of time, leaving an indelible mark upon the hearts and souls of the one who bore witness.

After Jimin's dance and after Jin came to his satisfaction, it was time to let go of this illusion which he created with magic. Like a fleeting dream, the Wizard's illusion began to wane, dissolving into the air like a delicate wisp of smoke.

Reality returned and Jin was standing before a large pot used in casting spells. His eyes, once fixated on Jimin's dance, were now focused on the rich, red liquid that swirled within the depths of the large pot.

With a long stick clutched in his hands, he stirred the potion with deliberate intent. His lips moved, a symphony of incantations and ancient words that resonated with the walls of the chamber. The air grew charged with energy as the words flowed from his lips, taking shape and form before disappearing into the bubbling concoction.

"So shall it be." He concluded.

The potion's surface shimmered, its potential pulsating like a heart in sync with the rhythm of the arcane. The illusion he had seen offered a glimpse into the depths of his power, he was a wizard whose desires knew no bounds and whose mastery over the forces of the world held the promise of both creation and destruction.

Jimin belonged to him, Jimin was from him, for him and Jimin was him. They were one in different bodies. Except that wasn't the case in the real world.

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