39 Little Lamb [R-18]
"Connects our soul in a blissful marriage? He has to have been intoxicated when he wrote you that sappy godforsaken letter. Agh, the way he's stooping low just to infiltrate your mind, Soojin.." Bohoja whispers, circling around Soojin.
Casper's shed was entirely made up of wood, the smell of rotting bark filling the air as a lousy light bulb hanging off of the ceiling, decorates the enclosure in a dark orange hue.
Hay covers the flooring and the air doesn't smell all that pleasant, considering there's an uncleaned dung collected at one end of the room.
There's an opening, a small window, covered in glass, offering the perfect view of the back of the Palace, it's right wing.
Where the King's golden chamber was, on the 5th floor.
"Agh, the extents to which my brother would stoop just to get to you, it's like, we're not even related. It brings me shame and dishonour being in any manner related to that impotent excuse of a man.." Bohoja spits, hand on his hip, the other scratching the stubble that rests atop his chin, staring at Soojin through narrowed eyes.
Soojin's staring at the hay covered floor, thinking of the things the King had spewed into her mind.
"Oh Darling and what did he say when you asked him why he married you?" He instigates, placing a hand to raise Soojin's head to meet her riddled eyes.
She's been biting her lower lip raw, it's all red and swollen.
Bohoja tuts at the site, running a thumb over her chapped lips.
He licks his lips, moistening his own before he bends down to her level, grasping the back of her head to connect their lips and Soojin holds him back by a hand on his chest.
"H-He said I was the only one who'd ever looked him in the eyes.." She vocalises and Bohoja quirks a brow, a part of his ego combusting to flames as his pet, his adorable little play thing, his Lamb had spurned his advances.
He suppresses his anger.
He's known for quite a while that good things come to those who wait.
Those who wait, patiently and use the power of manipulation.
He nudges his face away from her, digging his forehead in the crook of her exposed neck, laughing into it.
He cackles so hard, his shoulders shake with every bout of air that leaves past his lips.
He looks up at her hurt eyes, patting a palm over her puffy milky soft cheeks.
His fingers can't believe what they're touching.
It's as soft as free cotton, that's burst past it's seed.
So pure, unadulterated and fresh.
It has his own mouth watering.
If that's how soft her cheeks felt, he wonders how the derma of her inner thigh felt.
She was harmful for his body.
How was his brother, a hornier counterpart, surviving the tortuous struggle she'd been making him undergo? He wondered.
Before all the blood blanched out of his face and rushed to his groin, he removes his feverish palm off of her chubby cheeks.
She still had a coat of the baby fat, well she was only 19 years old.
She was yet to be a woman, full fledged one at that.
Patting the top of her brown locks, he weaves venom into her naive mind.
"You know why he's being so nice, don't you?" He asks, fingers running past her forehead, twirling the strand that curtains her round face.
Soojin nods a no.
Bohoja smirks in response.
He runs a finger past her chin, down to her jawline, to her long swan like neck and dances the pads of his fingers along the rib of her dark robe, close to the dip of her supple mounds.
"He wants to touch you, of course." He responds, in a low pitched tone.
"He wants to lather his hands in the slick of your arousal, he wants to grab, squeeze and play with the parts that lay hidden under this silk. He wishes he could feel the petals of your lips on him, over him and under him. He wants to feel himself throb and release spurts of his seeds inside your velvety cushiony walls, Soojin." He whispers, in an unperturbed fashion, almost as though he's reciting before her, the desires of a hunger stricken man.
Soojin's eyes pool in disgust..
"Never!" She screams, holding her hands across her chest, knees knobby and shaky.
"He wouldn't dare touching me without my permission, would he? T-That's dirty.." She comments, eyes closed as though she's trying to erase the thoughts of him capturing her underneath him.
Bohoja grasps her wrists, ripping her arms away from her chest.
"Soojin-ah, my Lamb, my sweet sweet Princess, my white Swan. You're so naive." He chuckles, cupping her cheeks once again.
His eyes could roll to the back of his head and he's sure he's hard underneath his linen.
"He has tried to touch you before, hasn't he?" He asks the timid girl.
Soojin agrees, "H-He has..However, that hasn't happened anytime soo-"
Bohoja shushes her, with a finger over her pouty puckered lips.
"What's the guarantee?" He asks, lining the outlines of her supple petals with his thumb.
"What's the guarantee that Beast wouldn't go senile, yet again? What's the guarantee he wouldn't have you on your knees, this instant? Especially, when you've been blessed with a frame as scrumptious as yours, who is he to hold himself back? He is your lawfully wedded husband, isn't he?" He speaks, moaning almost as Soojin entraps his thumb in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his digit.
Oh, he could get down on his knees this minute.
"Who taught you this, you minx?" He asks, in a low groan, eyes rolling to the back of his head, knees bucking, groin poking out of the white pantaloon he had on.
She licks his thumb, grazes her teeth along the expanse of the cuticle she's stuffed in her mouth.
She sucks on it as though she's sucking a bone, licking off all he flesh, letting it leave her mouth with a lewd pop, a string of saliva connecting her mouth from his thumb.
He can't hold himself any longer.
She's giving him those round dear like eyes.
He's cupping her jaw, painfully, as she whines in complaint.
She's a delicate flower, isn't she?
"I have my ways, I was being trained to be a Royal Concubine, wasn't I?" She questions, cheeks squished in his grasp, noses touching.
"And I thought my Little Lamb was an inexperienced little thing, wouldn't even know how to use that tongue of hers.."
Bohoja trails off, scanning her body, with orbs dark with lust.
"However…" She comments, pushing on his chest.
"I summoned you for a purpose, Bohoja.." she squeaks.
He bites his tongue, in response.
She wasn't someone who could be distracted, he thinks to himself, moving away from her.
"Do spare me your thoughts.." He asks, hands behind his back.
Soojin breathes a shaky breath.
"How does Lee Min Hyuk, The King of Silkim, know about us?" She asks, with a resolute tone.
Bohoja lets out a loud 'Ah!'
"You see, Soojin-ah, I haven't told you quite a bit now, have I? Well, how could I? We haven't been meeting that often and whenever we do, our mouths are slotted together. You make it hard for me to tell you everything.." He trails off, walking to the window, in slow and steady steps.
"Am I being used, Bohoja?" Soojin asks, rather boldly.
"Because if you aren't telling me all I need to know, I feel nothing short of a means. A means for you to infiltrate the King..Is that how you see me?" She asks.
She was smarter than she looked, he concludes.
"What are you saying, Soojin? You think I'm using you? I'm your Bohoja, your shield..How could you have such a preposterous mindset about me? And here I thought we were lovers.." He sighs, dramatically.
Soojin walks up to him.
"Then tell me everything. How does Min Hyuk know about us, what has Yun Ki done that makes everyone hate him so much? Why is the Kingdom infiltrated with traitors? Tell me everything before I feel like someone who's being fooled out of lust." She cries, turning him around.
Bohoja looks at her wide eyed and he's never quite seen a temper on Soojin.
All along he'd been seeing her as the soft petals of a Rose.
Where were these thorns springing up from?
"Soojin, ah." He says.
"He knows about us because, he's with us. Lee Min Hyuk, is an accomplice. He's like a brother to me, dearer than what Yun Ki has been to me, all through these tumultuous years..They say blood is thicker than water and yet all Yun Ki has offered me is deceit. Min Hyuk is the man who will help us gather the force that we will need to overthrow Yun Ki..After all, who is a better accomplice than someone who hates Yun Ki with all his being? Of course, he was willing to help me. He was perhaps, just pulling your leg. After all, he didn't blurt out our secrets before Yun Ki, did he?" He asks of Soojin.
"N-No he didn't b-but why would you join hands with someone who's been nothing more than an enemy of our Motherland, Baekmin? That's treachery.." Soojin mumbles.
She was finding herself falling into a deeper well, with every information being processed by her mind.
"Soojin-ah, Politics demands of you to get down and dirty. We have a common ground. We hate Yun Ki. After he's done lending a helping hand before me, I'll be sure to restore friendly ties between Baekmin and Silkim.."
Bohoja explains.
"Is that all he wants from Baekmin? A peace offering?" Soojin asks.
Bohoja caresses her arm.
"Yes Soojin, he is a noble man. He's been through an unfortunate event, having given the reigns of his Kingdom over to Democracy. Poor man." Bohoja comments.
He allows Soojin to process the information he's just let into her ears.
He walks over to the window, looking out of the glass, to the Palace.
Specifically over to the golden encrusted balcony.
"That'll be mine one day.." He mumbles, under his breath and a visual catches his eye.
One he couldn't have wished for at a more opportune time.
His stars had aligned perfectly, tonight.
It was as though The Gods, His Ancestors, were all on his side.
He widens his eyes and blinks a couple of times, clearing his vision and confirming what he's seeing unravel before him.
"You still haven't answered why Yun Ki is hated in The Kingdom..Why had Min Hyuk say that he was seated on a throne raised by bodies of his own.. What did he mean by that?" Soojin asks timidly from the back.
Bohoja's lips curl in an evil smile.
He turns around to walk closer to Soojin.
So close, that his chest is touching hers.
He doesn't speak a word but circles her figure, standing behind her frail form.
He envelops his hands around her waist, intertwining his fingers with her tiny soft ones.
Bohoja leans down to plant a kiss on the hickey he'd given her, one that was glistening in the dimly lit stable.
Soojin flexes her neck, giving him more room to decorate her skin.
He laps and nibbles at her neck, eliciting soft moans from Soojin's throat and perched lips.
He moves his body forwards, guiding Soojin's featherlight frame with his own, walking her to the window.
His hands detach themselves from hers and rub against her sides, massaging the curve and dip from her waist to her broad hips.
She's becoming putty under his ministrations.
She gasps loudly as a hand cups over her covered breast, squeezing the mass under his calloused fingers.
"B-Bohoja.." She cries as he ruts his covered erection against her rump, trailing kisses up her neck to plant wet ones along the shell of her ear.
Goosebumps are forming along her skin as she's trembling under him.
Her back is arching as he engulf the lobe of her left ear into his mouth, nibbling and sucking it.
Her eyes are moist and clamped close.
"Look ahead of you, Soojin-ah."
He whispers, tongue running along her feverish skin, behind her ear.
He laps at the soft spot.
The slick sounds of saliva wetting her skin echoing in her numb head.
She opens her eyes, staring out of the window, just to see the Palace.
"Look closer.." He nudges, aiming her chin in the right direction, raising the hand he had on her breast to point out the window.
Soojin's glossy gaze follows his hand.
She sees it.
She sees Yun Ki.
She sees him leaning against the balcony of his Chamber.
It's the back of his head, she's sure of it.
His ash grey locks are glistening in the moonlight.
They waft through the breezy air.
"Togetherness, unity, repentance, redemption, love, hope.." Bohoja spits, each word rolling off the tip of his tongue as he grinds into her.
He's not alone.
She watches him grasp onto someone's head.
Until the person is raising themselves from a kneeled position.
She stands before him, bare and utterly naked.
Yun Ki fondles her breasts before pulling her by the waist, kissing her on her lips, with all the passion he's had.
He's pinning her against the balcony railing, dropping kisses along the girl's face.
He disconnects his lips from her, kneeling before her as she rolls her head back in euphoric pleasure.
"That's why everyone hates him, Soojin-ah. He bears loyalty towards no one.." Bohoja ruts into a motionless cold immobile body, finishing in his pants.
Soojin's eyes well with tears.
They're not out of arousal, however.
She's hurt.
She moves away from Bohoja, a tear rolling down her cheek, staring at him once more.
"What happened?" He asks, confused.
"Had you fallen for his words, my Dear?" He asks, wiping a tear that escapes her eye.
"Had he told you he'd changed? All while he was buried in another woman's gut? Were you starting to fall in love, Soojin ah? Especially when he pulled you into a kiss, before everyone, this evening? Ah, you poor doll.." He tuts, blowing a kiss and consoling her motionless figure.
Soojin needed to confront him.
Didn't he just smash a hand into the wall for her?
"Show yourself out.." Is all she mutters before she pulls her stole towards her face, exiting the stable, walking back into the Palace.
Confrontation was on her mind.
