WTF Did I Do

Making New Friends

The air is hot, almost sweltering as Taehyung steps into his realm. The blood moon lords over the dark land, a mistress to the hellions living under her care. There's no sun here, just the everlasting moon Taehyung adores looking at. The rest of his realm is nothing like the human realm. Everything there is bright, full of hope and dreams, love and care. The realm is warm, and whether it's from their fiery sun or the collective good in the human soul Taehyung's not sure but he doesn't think too much into it. Only enough to compare how empty his home feels. Eerie joy clings to the red ground from which twisted trunks grow, the foliage a beautiful spectrum of reds and purples and pinks. Screams and laughter carried on cool winds sing in his ear, making his body warm instinctively and yes he does miss this place, even after only being gone a couple days but it doesn't take long for the restless feeling to appear and send him away.

"Home sweet home," he grumbles, tail swishing back and forth in irritation. Under most circumstances he'd be glad to be home, to escape whatever nasty little human grew the balls to risk summoning him for sexual gratification. Taehyung loves sex, it's woven into every fiber of his being, embedded into the building blocks of his DNA but it has gotten repetitive and boring. 

'Our Jeonggukie isn't boring,' his magic purrs. 

The red haze manifests itself, wrapping around Taehyung's chest. The mention of Jeongguk sends a pang of longing through him even though Taehyung just saw him. Heaven and hell, his human looked so pretty sitting on his couch in his apartment, wearing nothing but a large t-shirt and sweats. The previous exertion left his cheeks tinted red, lips swollen as he pouted at the food Taehyung cooked for him. Taehyung will admit, he's never cooked before, never requiring actual food to sustain him so he may have made a huge mess, much to Jeongguk's horror. But Taehyung can't help but chuckle fondly at how the boy had chastised him for destroying his kitchen before magicking everything back into order. Still, Taehyung couldn't stop the wide smile blooming on his face as his boy ate everything Taehyung make, choking it down with watering eyes before forbidding him from entering the kitchen again. Unfortunately, time flows here faster than in the human realm. While he's only been gone an hour at most from the human realm, here he's been absent for months. His magic nuzzles comforting into his neck and Taehyung curls his hands protectively around it, stroking it and smiling at the content purr. It hates being trapped inside his body but previous experiences in the human realm have taught them better than to let it roam free in case someone attacks him before thinking.

"We should stop delaying, hmm? The lords will not be happy if we tardy too long." His magic bubbles as if to scoff and Taehyung agrees but still lifts his wings, letting them carry him towards the looming castle. He flies up and up, circling around the menacing spiked towers, waving at the gargoyles on duty to over the bone gates to the smaller inner courtyard before landing gently in front of the black marble staircase. There are probably thirty wide steps, glistening under the mistress moon as they lead a dark path to the heavy doors. Blood thorns grow wide and tall, encompassing the stairs as their poisonous flowers bloom, letting off an enticing smell to lure their prey closer. They're his favorite, planted at his request at the entrance to his domain. With a smile he takes off again with a powerful flap of his wings, letting his fingertips gently skin over the velvet petals, cooing as they reach up and attempt to trap his fingers.

The doors are pure steel, six inches thick and practically impenetrable but Taehyung can still hear the lewd sounds on the other side. Taking a deep breath he lets the lust take over, heating his body and filling his cock with a pleasant tingle. With a smirk he sends his magic forward, letting it smash into the door and blasting it open. The thick scent of sex and arousal slams into him, making his wings flutter to steady his body. Shoulder back, back straight and head held high he steps inside, ignoring as the door shuts closed behind him. Low lamps cast a honey gold over the ballroom, filled with dazzling chandeliers and tables full of food that most of his guests will never touch. Plush cushions and couches fill the space, scattered artfully on the floor on golden threaded carpets, as soft as a baby's blanket under his naked toes. But that's not what catches his attention, no his guests are much more interesting than the decorations.