Naughty or Nice Room

@❦ Kim Hyo-jong ¥✔ Even as he continued to remind her of her state of mind, something within her had been made up a long time ago already. He could deny it all he wanted, but she knew from the little reactions, the heat between them, the way her names carried off his lips. She knows he wants her just as bad, with or without the drugs and alcohols.

"Then, what is Emily to you, Dawn?" She questioned softly, wanting to also see what he see of her. A pucker of her lower lips displayed when the heat of his body moved away from her own. She took a step towards him, craving, now needing the warmth as if her life depended on it, even when he'd trying to put space between.

And when he grabbed her hand, she intertwined their fingers together, following him blindly wherever he was taking her. Just like when they were younger and him and his sister would hold her han,  dragging her along. Her eyes glued to his back, stumbling up the stairs and every turn he took. How was it that only now was when she realized how grown he was since they were preteen kitsunes.

As the warmth from her hand vanished, the click of the door drew her back to the moment. It dawned on her that he wasn't here. "Dawn..." She stared at the bedroom, his bedroom, before facing  the door trying to open it. "Dawn, please."

Three drinks and a few fruits were all she had. So, why did it feel like her body was on fire compared to the heat of his simple touch. She knows he's just on the other side. Her senses can feel him. Crave for his heat. Needing him close to her. She crouch down against the door, the rhythm of her heart pounds loudly against her ears. Her tails wrapped around her as if to protect her. But instead, her skin crawled hotter by the touch, making her moan out as the sensations courses l through her body.

"Make it stop." She groans breathlessly as her tails dropped away, the fiery sensation dying down but not enough to cool her off. She pulled at her gown, tugging off the long skirt attachment.  Anything that is touching her was making her skin burn. Tumbling over herself and cursing at the corset top as she continued to strip off the remaining fabrics, her knees hit against the bed frame, wrenching off the blouse as she fell against the bed. "Ahh."

The black of her iris darkened as she fell. Hints of cedar woods, spring water, and leather clouded her head of Dawn. "Lilies." She inhaled, a very faint scent. His bed had his scent and that was more than enough to drive her senses over.

Each breath she took to try and calm herself only made it worse. Emily can see the shadow under the door frame. He's still there, guarding or protecting as he said. Her tail grazed against her hardened s granting a harsh gasp loud enough to send a small echo around his room. Addicted to him, her hand left a trail of fiery sensation from her neck down her cleavage. Hard labored breathe followed along as she dipped down between her legs, the other held tightly to his bedsheets as if it was her grasping on to him.

"Nnmmmg, ahhhh." Emily could barely breathe. She doesn't remember the last time she was this sensitive. This wet. This needy. It was barely a touch against her swollen and Emily already feel like she loosing her mind. Her pointer and pinky fingers parted her folds as she begin play with her , allowing her senses to take control as more of Dawn's scent filled her mind.

[I apologize in advance. I don't think I ted in a long time now that I think about it. XD]

@⚜ ♕ Emily Mei  The winter air bit at my skin, but I barely felt it. Emily’s touch—gentle, teasing—seared through me like wildfire. The way your hands danced down my neck, your fingertips tracing over my veins, had me swallowing hard, my body stiffening against the pull of desire. God, it had been so long since someone had touched me like this—so long since I felt anything outside of my job.
Your soft giggle stirred something deep inside me. My pulse quickened as your palm pressed over my heart, and I realized it was racing in time with yours. You didn’t know, didn’t understand, but that didn’t stop you from making my head spin. Every word, every movement, left me on edge, wondering if I’d lose myself in you.
"Dawn..." Your voice was breathless, a whisper just barely grazing my lips. I should’ve pulled away. I should’ve stopped this. But your proximity was intoxicating—your warmth, your soft breath, the scent of your mingling with the fresh snowflakes drifting around us. It was too much.
"Like what, mm?" You asked, your thumb brushing over my chest. It was a simple motion, but it sent shockwaves through my body. My lips parted, my resolve hanging by a thread as I tried to ignore the growing heat between us.
I missed this. I missed... being wanted. Being loved. But not like this, not like you. I couldn’t let myself fall into that familiar trap, no matter how much my body screamed for it.
"You're drunk," I muttered, my voice a low rasp. "This isn't you, Emily. You're not seeing clearly."
I stepped back, my chest tight, as the weight of the situation finally hit me. I wasn’t about to let some other creature take advantage of you like this. Not now, not when I could protect you.
"Come on," I said, my voice a little too smooth, as I reached for your hand. "Let’s get you somewhere safe."
I guided your up the spiral stairscase, but as soon as the door clicked shut behind us, I was already leaning against it, breath shallow. "You think you can charm me, huh?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "Nice try, but I'm not falling for it."
A smile tugged at the corner of my lips. "Stay there. You’re safer in here."
But even I wasn’t sure if I believed that myself.

@❦ Kim Hyo-jong ¥✔ In the midst of the Winter Solstice, the little flurries leaves tiny parts of her heated skin cooled. It was when a gust of wind swirled around them that made Emily realized that they were outside of the castle now. His soothing voice lured her away from the party, the demon, and her fruits. The pitter patter of his heart made her own raced as if to match him. Even when the evening grown did so little coverage on this first snow evening, she still feel like her fire was a lot hotter than normal being in his presence as always.

"I love the way you say my name." The endaring blush sprawled against the apple of her cheeks as she leaned her head back to give him a warm smile. Her mind not comprehending what he meant about the drug, only what she's sensing around them.

Her hands traveled down his neck slowly, her fingertips tracing along his veins. His pulse was inviting. The tip of her tongue poked at her canine before giggling. "I hear you. I see you." She pressed the warmth of her palm over his chest, just over his heart. "I feel you, Dawn."

Pressing up onto her toes using his chest as a support, Emily let the tip of her nose and forehead rest against his. "Dawn." She whispered softly over his lips, barely enough room between them. "Like what, mm?" Her thumb caress over his chest gently as her hum allowed her lower lip to briefly press gently against his.

@⚜ ♕ Emily Mei  My heart raced, a traitorous rhythm pounding against my chest as Emily’s fingers toyed with the ends of my hair. Your touch—gentle, deliberate—sent shivers down my spine, and I had to fight the urge to close my eyes and lose myself in it.
You pressed closer, your warm breath brushing against my cheek, and I couldn’t stop my tails from curling slightly at your playful grazes. My body betrayed me, a lifetime of practiced poise melting in the face of your unguarded affection. I was supposed to be the professional here, the who danced through halls like these without missing a step. But with you...

With you, I was frozen.

“Emily,” I murmured, my voice catching in my throat as your cloudy red eyes searched mine. That look, like you was reading every thought I wished you couldn’t see, unraveled me further. Your lips, soft and full, hovered so close I could feel the heat of them, and I cursed myself for wondering how they’d taste.
You didn’t know what you was doing. Couldn’t. The fruit—damn that fruit—had your senses clouded. I had to remind myself of that fact, even as my pulse betrayed me again, pounding with a desire I had no business feeling right now.

“You’ve been drugged, Emily.” My voice came out low and strained, barely audible over the distant hum of music spilling from the ballroom. “This isn’t you talking.”
Your hand found the back of my head, pulling me closer, and for a moment, everything around us disappeared. The scent of roses mingled with the crispness of fresh-fallen snow. The first flakes began to drift around us, catching in your dark hair like tiny silver jewels, and I realized we’d wandered into the courtyard.

“Drinks and fruit are just the start of trouble, Dawn,” you teased, your voice like silk.

I swallowed hard, my throat tight as your words sank in. This was bad—catastrophically bad. You had no idea how badly I wanted you. You couldn’t see the way my hands shook at my sides, the way my breath hitched every time you got closer.

“Emily...” Your name left my lips in a husky whisper, wavering as if my resolve was cracking with every heartbeat. My gaze flickered to your mouth again, and I clenched my fists to keep myself steady.

“This... this is a bad idea,” I rasped, my voice breaking under the weight of everything I couldn’t say. “If you keep looking at me like that, I—”

I stopped myself, the words catching in my throat. I couldn’t. Not now, not like this. But even as I said it, I knew the snow wasn’t the only thing falling tonight.

@❦ Kim Hyo-jong ¥✔ She dropped her hands the the base of his neck, playing with the longer ends nuzzling her nose gently against his cheeks. She liked the way her name rolled off his tongue. Protective in a way. Yet...also a bit of....she couldn't pinpoint the right term for it as she press a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Dawn." Barely a whisper as she tried to follow along to whatever he was trying to get through to her. Her three tails sways playfully around them, occasionally grazing against his own tails as well.

"And what is the gravity of what I just did?" She blinked up at him slowly showing the cloudy red eyes of hers. A hand palmed the back of his head, pulling him closer to her as if that can hide them from both ballroom on either end of the hallways. "Drinks and fruit is nothing but party starter, Dawn."

@⚜ ♕ Emily Mei  The mage lights flickered, casting ethereal shadows on the walls as I leaned against the doorframe, watching you sway like a breeze caught in a storm. Emily—damn your reckless curiosity—was lost in the haze of whatever that fruit had done to her. Your silken gown clung to you, the red accents catching the amber glow, and her ears twitched with an oblivious charm that grated against my nerves.

“Emily,” I growled softly, the sound barely louder than a whisper, yet sharp enough to slice through the drunken murmur of the room. My tail flicked with agitation as her giggling response only stoked the fire in my chest.

Before you could topple completely, I caught you by the waist, steadying you as your hands latched onto my shoulders. The warmth of your touch seeped through the fabric of my uniform, making my pulse quicken against my will. Your cheek brushed against mine, and I bit back the growl threatening to escape.

I clenched my jaw, resisting the urge to shake sense into you as you leaned against the wall, your eyes dancing with the mage lights like a child mesmerized by stars.

“Emily,” I said, my tone low and rough, “I don’t think you understand the gravity of what you just did.”

@❦ Kim Hyo-jong ¥✔ Their little interaction flew over her head as she takes another blood red fruit when the server came back around. "Thank you, handsome." Emily watches between the demon and her friend, taking another bite of the blood red fruit savoring the flavor. "Mmm." Her ears twitched, making her focus her attention. "It looks like Dawnold" her closest tail to Dawn grazed long his leg, "would like a word with me."

Stumbling over heels, nearly falling off the couch, Emily held onto Dawn to steady herself. "Okay. I heard you, Dawn." The slight pressure against her skull felt foreign. "Please, excu--"

The mage light along the wall amazes her, and her own orbs danced around them. His questions sound absurd. Emily leaned against the wall, kicking the back of her heel against the floor. "I know him and his siblings. His sister literally took a chunk out of my thigh." She moved the longer layer of her skirt to show him. "See. Healed. Barely a scar." His expression, however, was confusing her. She reached up to cup his cheek. "Hey, hey. Look. It was just fruits....blood red fruit." She tipped toed to rub her nose against his. "See. I'm okay." It was comforting holding him close to her. Hands moving up to his ears, massaging them gently as she close her eyes.

@დ ♕ Tati The air in the Naughty or Nice Lounge was thick with indulgence, a heady blend of clove-laced wine, molten brass from the mage flames, and the faint metallic tang of blood wafting from the crimson fountain in the corner. The orchestra’s haunting melody flowed like silk through the air, brushing against my senses and pulling at my darker appetites. Winter Solstice had a way of making Heleo’s darkness shimmer.

I adjusted my emerald-green cravat, its color a deliberate match to my fianceé’s gown, though she hadn’t seen me yet. Not in full, anyway. Not until I wanted her to. I allowed the shadows of the room to keep me hidden for a moment longer, savoring the suspense. It wasn’t often that even I, Asmodeus, Sin of Lust, found myself craving anticipation.

The spellbound snowflakes fell slowly, each one refracting the warm glow of mage-fire. They glittered like shattered starlight, cascading through the vaulted ceiling to disappear just before reaching the ground. Beneath the enormous Christmas tree—decked in blood-red roses and glimmering frost-covered chains—I spotted clusters of revelers sinking into plush pillows and decadent lounge sofas. Their whispered laughter and sultry murmurs carried a kind of languid sin, a tune only I could hear clearly.

Then, I felt her.

Her scent hit me first—velvet and wildwood, undercut with just enough feral spice to stir something primal within me. My Queen. Tati.

I didn’t have to turn when she entered; I could sense the deliberate sway of her hips, the way her emerald-green gown clung to her figure like temptation made fabric. Her presence was a spark that ignited the room, and as I stood there, masked and waiting, I could already feel her drawing closer.

When she finally slipped behind me, I felt her lips curve into a grin before she even spoke. Her warm breath brushed against the shell of my ear, sending a delicious shiver down my spine.

“Why hello there, handsome,” she purred, her voice dripping with a mix of mischief and possessiveness. The flick of her tongue against my earlobe was a calculated move, sharp and soft all at once. “Fancy seeing you here~”

My own grin curved into place as I turned to face her. My emerald eyes locked onto hers, a silent storm raging in their depths as I leaned in, brushing my lips just barely against hers before pulling back. “My Queen,” I murmured, voice like molten honey. “How could I resist when I knew you’d be here to steal the show?”

She laughed softly, the sound curling like smoke between us. I slid my arm around her waist and pulled her closer, our bodies separated only by the faintest whisper of fabric.

Without breaking eye contact, I plucked two flutes of champagne from a passing server’s tray, the golden liquid sparkling as if it carried the essence of Heleo’s night sky. Offering her one, I inclined my head toward a secluded lounge corner draped in shadows and decadence.

“Shall we?” I said, my tone laced with both challenge and invitation.

She didn’t need to answer. Her hand slipped into mine, and together, we wove through the revelers, a silent promise igniting in the space between us.

As we sank into the plush pillows of the corner, my gaze roamed over her rich brown skin, illuminated by the flickering mage-flames. Her beauty was more than mortal words could describe—she was chaos and elegance, my Queen and my equal.

Lifting my glass, I met her eyes again. “To Winter Solstice,” I said, my voice softening. “And to the Queen who makes eternity feel fleeting.”

@⚜ ♕ Emily Mei  The Prince’s predatory grin shifted to irritation before my eyes. Ignoring the Demon Lord’s eerie glare my gaze flickered to you. “My I have a word?With a mischievous grin, the Prince puts his arm around your shoulders. “You interrupt a moment, fox.”

Prince Asmodues catches my eye with a sharp, silent intensity in his gaze, pausing me in my tracks. Reaching out, I firmly but gently pull you away from him as you take my hand. “I’d like to talk to you alone,” I warned softly once more sparing the demon a glance. “Not here.”

Impatient for your reply, I yank you from the lounge, my hand lingering a beat too long. The muted glow of mage flames flickers along the walls leading you into the main hall. I let go of your hand at last, my impassive facade breaking slightly to show a hint of irritation. With lowered ears and a hushed voice, I turn to face you.”Do you know what he is? What that fruit does?”

@❦ Kim Hyo-jong ¥✔ His voice was very enticing, eye locked on the blood-red fruit. Everything felt clouded, almost muted and hazy. The good kind, though, where its as if shes hyperfocused on just the man in front of her and the sweet fruit she can already taste. Her tongue moisten her lower lips before leaning forward to take the rest of the offered fruit from the demon. Her senses heightened to a nice vibrating humall around her body, making her skin feel like it was her kitsune fur there.

Em's black and red tipped ears perked in the direction her name. Cloudy red eyes recognized him immediantly. Its not hard to miss the person who you grew up with. She reached up to run her hand through the demon's white silk tie as her foot rubbed up against the inner of his calves. "I'll take more fruit for my fellow kitsune friend as well." She took another long drink from the newly replenished flute leaning back against the red velvet plushed couch.

"Dawn. Come join me." She gesture for another flute handing it to him. Her eyes caught her gift, tracing the nine tail gem up to the belt loop, hooking her finger around it. "Mr Demon here said the fruits are the sweetest batch they had in a long time."

@⚜ ♕ Emily Mei  The festivities were in full swing when I caught myself walking down a long corridor, then stopping to admire a room illuminated by a faint, haunting beauty. Mage flames flickerrf in crystal sconces, their soft amber light dancing over plush couches and mountains of silk pillows. The air hums with the gentle strum of stringed instruments, serenading whispered conversations. Masquerade masks gleam in the shadows, disguising secrets beneath ornate designs.

I stood in attention by the doorway, dress in my royal guard uniform. My fox ears twitching beneath my helm, a stark contrast to the cold steel of his armor. I found them, my eyes settling on a distant figure.

Then I saw you. Radiant in your garnent silky gown, sits beneath a lattice of climbing roses. You tails sway gently behind you, a cascade of silvery fur glinting in the soft light. Your laughter warm, and voice as delicate as chimes, as Prince Seo Inguk leaned forward with a smirk, holding a slice of blood-red fruit to your lips.

I furrowed my brow. Instinctively, my gloved hand brushes against the daggers’ hilt as I narrow my sharp eyes on the fruit held by the Prince—the surface sparkles in an unnatural manner, displaying the familiar Emerald green shine of an buster. ”You damn fool.”

I pushed through the couples with the force of a gust, with precise movements brimming with urgency. A silent as a shadow my boots barely made sound on the polished floor as he strides across the room.”Emily.”

Annoyance, worry, and a strange, heart-quickening something else swirled in my gaze as I stared at you, head tilted. “What the hell do you think your doing?”

Being the nosy her, Emily wanders down the hall following a different set of music from the ballroom. The small chatters amongst the current occupants dances against her kitsune ears. Emily greets the server, grabbing the fruity cocktail from their tray. "Cute. Fruits." Tipping the flute back, the sweet liquor leaves a fuzzy sensation from the core out leaving her body on a nice little hum. "Mmm." Impressed but not surpriser, Emily chews on the berries taking a seat in the corner watching what seems to be couples. Her eyes glow red observing eating away at the fruits in the drink. "Fresh and sweet. Where did they managed finds fruit this time of year?" Her tongue glides along the top of the flute getting the rest of the sticks pieces.

@☾ Sora Choi￥✔ “C’mon!” I say as I pull you through the crowded ballroom, following the scent that carries down the hallway from a large room off to the side. “I promise you, it’ll be fun. You are far overdue for a good time - and I’m here to provide you with one.”

@♆ Seo Inguk Upon entering the room, I’m met with the sweet and spicy scent that I’ve familiarized myself with over the years. I follow the trail back to you, where the residual scent is the strongest. My mouth spreads into a wide grin as I “sneak” behind you - knowing full well that you knew I was here before I’d even stepped into the room. My hand snakes across your waist and I pull myself closer to you, pressing my chest to your back. I nuzzle into the nape of your neck, inhaling your own scent so deeply that I almost go dizzy with need.
“Why hello there, handsome. I whisper against the shell of your ear, flicking my tongue against your earlobe. “Fancy seeing you here~”

I materialize through a thick curtain of charcoal grey and emerald smoke. Stepping into the portal, I adjust my bowtie, take a flute of champagne from a passing tray, and greet the guests with a bow. I navigated a room filled with small, chatting groups, and shy people huddled in corners of the sofa. I found the room’s atmosphere stiff and boring. “It’s far to quite in here, allow me.” I release a cloud of emerald smoke pheromones slowly filtering through the room. The space is filled with a y aura created by the tempting smells of smoke, whiskey, cinnamon, and mint. “That’s more like it.”