SIREN [CNA x Roses and Champagne]

CHAPTER 7

The siren's gaze burned with lustful hunger as it gazed down at Taekjoo. The tip of its blade traced a line from his chin, down his chest, to his navel. "You've been quite a handful," the siren purred, its voice thick with desire. "But as my chosen, you will serve a different purpose. Not that different but it's amongst your purpose anyway"

Taekjoo shuddered, what was the siren talking about

Taekjoo's mind raced as the siren continued its teasing. "I'll take you deep inside this cave, to a place where no light can reach. There, you'll experience pleasures beyond your wildest imagination...and you'll scream my name until your voice is hoarse," the siren said, its tone dripping with wicked intent.

Taekjoo tried to swallow the lump of fear in his throat. "Wh-what do you want?" he asked, his voice trembling.

The siren raised a brow at how taekjoo didn't get him the first time so he was silent thinking of how to tell the human so he'll understand.

"W-what do you want with me?" Taekjoo stammered asking again, his fear palpable in his trembling voice.

The siren smiled finally done thinking of what he had to say , its eyes glinting with wicked amusement.

"I want your body, your strength...and your submission," it purred, running the tip of its blade across Taekjoo's bare chest.

Taekjoo's heart raced as the siren's words sunk in. What did it mean by submission,body and strength?

The siren isn't just interested in Taekjoo's physical body. It wants to break him, to strip away his will and make him its slave. But before it can do that, it needs to break his spirit. And to do that, it needs to drain him of his strength, both physically and mentally. So, the siren wants Taekjoo to resist, to fight back, because the more he struggles, the more of his 'strength' the siren will drain from him.
(So yh body, strength and submission)

The siren leaned in, its face inches away from Taekjoo's. Its breath was warm and smelled of brine and decay. "I can see the fear in your eyes," the creature said, its voice low and dangerous. "And that is precisely what I want. Your fear will feed me, and as your strength fades, your fear will only grow."

Taekjoo tried to push the siren away, but the creature was too strong, he didn't even budge.

Thank you, I appreciate that! Let's adjust the siren's words then:

"Submit to me willingly, and I will make our time together as pleasurable as it is painful," the siren purred, its hand sliding down Taekjoo's chest. "But resist, and I'll make sure that your suffering knows no end."

The creature's words were laced with a seductive charm, Taekjoo was still freaked out as he still tries to pull away from the creature.

The siren's eyes flashed with annoyance as Taekjoo continued to resist. "Very well, then," it hissed, its voice taking on a dangerous edge. "You leave me no choice."

With a flick of its wrist, the siren tossed its blade aside, grabbing Taekjoo's wrists and pinning them to the cave floor.

"You will submit, one way or another," the siren growled, its body pressing down on Taekjoo's with a crushing weight.

The siren loomed over Taekjoo, its face contorted with a mix of lust and anger. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you," it whispered, its voice dripping with malice. "And when I'm done, you'll beg for more."

The siren's fingers traced over Taekjoo's bare skin, leaving trails of icy heat in their wake.

Ah, yes, of course! That's a very important detail. 😉

The siren's fingers trailed over Taekjoo's skin, taking in the rich, chocolate hues with a hint of admiration. "You're quite beautiful," the siren purred. "A fitting offering to my power."

The creature's voice was a mixture of reverence and cruelty, sending a shiver down Taekjoo's spine not a shiver of lust but fear of what is about to happen to him

Taekjoo's body trembled under the siren's touch, his heart pounding like a war drum. Every part of him screamed to fight back, but the siren's strength was too much. He was at its mercy, and he knew it.

"Please..." Taekjoo whispered, his voice barely above a whisper.

The siren's eyes flashed with glee, and it let out a low chuckle. "Oh, I love it when they beg."

The siren's claw tore through Taekjoo's trousers and underwear, the fabric giving way with a ripping sound. The siren's eyes drifted downward, its gaze lingering on Taekjoo's hole.

"You're untouched," the siren licked his lips, its voice tinged with approval. "I'll enjoy taking that from you, too." He chuckled

Taekjoo's fear intensified as he realized the full extent of the siren's intentions. He thrashed against the siren's hold, his body tensing as he tried to escape.

"No, please!" he cried, his voice cracking with terror. "I-I've never done this before. I don't want to."

The siren chuckled, a low, sinister sound. "Your fear is delicious. And don't worry, I'll make sure you enjoy every moment of it."

The siren's hand slid down Taekjoo's body, its fingers tracing over the muscles of his abdomen. It paused for a moment, pressing its palm flat against Taekjoo's navel.

"Relax," the siren cooed, its voice dripping with false comfort. "The more you resist, the more it will hurt."

Taekjoo tried to obey, but his body refused to cooperate. Every nerve in his body screamed at him to run, to escape, to fight back but he couldn't.

The siren's patience wore thin, and it pressed its body against Taekjoo, its scales scraping against his skin. "I'll give you one last chance to submit willingly," it said, its voice low and dangerous. "Or I'll take what I want by force."

Taekjoo's heart thundered in his chest, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through his veins. "I...I can't," he whispered, his voice shaking with emotion.
For the love of ramen he was a man he wasn't gay.

The siren let out a low growl, its hand sliding down to Taekjoo's member. "Then I suppose we'll do this the hard way," it said, its voice a mix of lust and fury.

The creature's grip tightened around Taekjoo's shaft, sending a wave of pain and pleasure coursing through his body. The siren stroked him, its movements growing faster and more aggressive with each passing second.

As the siren continued to stroke Taekjoo, he couldn't help but stare at the creature's strange member. The shaft was covered in small, raised bumps, similar to the texture of a horned lizard's skin, giving it a rough, alien look. The tip was smooth, the slit at the end glistening with a clear, viscous fluid.

"You'll scream for me," the siren whispered, its voice dripping with dark promise.

What the fuck am i writing bro🫣😭
Why is my brain cooking 🍇