The path to the isolated hut wound through gnarled pines heavy with mist, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and smoldering herbs. Charms of bone, feathers, and etched jade clattered softly in the breeze along the edges, their faint glow pulsing like distant heartbeats against the twilight. Song Kyungsu's hanbok whispered against his legs as he approached, sword sheathed but hand resting on the hilt, every step pulling him deeper into the shaman's domain. He paused at the threshold, the weight of the king's decree pressing on his chest like an iron yoke.

Hyuna emerged from the shadows within, her flowing robes adorned with similar talismans that swayed against the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts. Her eyes, dark and knowing, met his with an amused spark. "So you've come," she said, voice low and teasing, laced with the accent of her poor village roots.

"You knew it would come to this," Kyungsu replied, his tone heavy with regret as he unsheathed his blade.

"Still following the king's orders... sad," she taunted, a smile playing on her lips.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, sorrow twisting in his gut at the thought of striking down such a beautiful woman, important bc shamans are part of Korean culture, a vital thread in their cultural tapestry. A sudden magical wind erupted from her fingers, slamming into him and knocking him flat, his sword skittering away into the underbrush. He rolled up with a flying side kick, closing the distance hand to hand. She vanished in a shimmer and reappeared behind him, pressing a cold knife to his throat. "You know what my spell needs... blood," she taunted, slashing forward. He dodged and deflected, their bodies twisting until they locked in a tight clinch, her warm breath mingling with his.

"Drop it," he growled, muscles straining.

She giggled, the sound vibrating through her chest against his, and relented, the knife clattering down. "Maybe I can use... something else," she whispered seductively, her hand sliding down to caress the balls through the fabric of his robes bc she also knows Taoist magic that uses cum for spells. Heat surged between them as he captured her mouth in a passionate kiss, tongues tangling with desperate hunger, her fingers gripping his arousal while his hands roamed the soft curves of her body, duty fracturing under the weight of raw desire.

their bodies still locked in that desperate clinch. Their mouths parted only long enough for ragged breaths before crashing together again, tongues sliding hot and insistent as Kyungsu's hands tore at the layers of her robes, pushing the silk from her shoulders to bare the full swell of her breasts, nipples already tight and flushed. Hyuna's fingers worked just as feverishly, yanking open his hanbok to expose the hard planes of his chest and the heavy length of his cock springing free, thick and throbbing in her grip. They stumbled backward together through the threshold of the hut, robes falling in a tangled heap until they collapsed onto the woven mat flooring, skin sliding against skin amid the scattered charms that pulsed with faint, otherworldly light.

She straddled his thighs, her hand wrapping firmly around his shaft, stroking in slow, deliberate pulls that drew a groan from deep in his chest. "Such strong seed," she murmured against his lips, voice husky with that village lilt, her thumb circling the leaking tip. "Fertile and potent—perfect for my spells, hunter. It would bind the spirits so tightly." Her words faltered into a sharp gasp as his fingers slipped between her thighs, parting the slick folds of her pussy to press inside. She was tight, painfully so from years without touch, the walls clenching around his invading digits as he curled them deeper, stretching her inch by inch. Pleasure and pain warred through her core, overwhelming her senses until her hand slipped from his cock, her taunts dissolving into helpless whimpers. The slick heat of her arousal coated his knuckles while he pumped steadily, her hips rocking involuntarily against the intrusion.

A low moan escaped her as the intensity built, her body trembling on the edge. She reached blindly for the fallen knife... "No," Kyungsu whispered fiercely, capturing her mouth in another searing kiss even as he gently pried the weapon from her fingers and tossed it aside. His free hand cradled the back of her neck, holding her close while his fingers thrust deeper into her clenching pussy, scissoring to spread her further. Hyuna shuddered, moaning into the kiss, her legs falling wider as she begged brokenly against his tongue, "Deeper—please, penetrate me fully, fill me until I break." Her walls fluttered around his fingers, drawing closer to climax with every slick stroke, her body arching into his as the hut's shadows seemed to pulse in time with her rising pleasure.

Her walls fluttered around his fingers, drawing closer to climax with every slick stroke, her body arching into his as the hut's shadows seemed to pulse in time with her rising pleasure. Kyungsu curled his fingers deeper, thrusting with steady precision until her body seized, convulsing hard around him as a raw cry tore from her throat, her pussy clenching and pulsing in rhythmic waves that soaked his hand with her release. Trembling, she sagged forward, breath ragged, while he slowly withdrew his glistening fingers and raised them between them, locking eyes with her as he licked along the length of them, tasting her slick heat with deliberate hunger.

Before he could swallow, Hyuna surged up and captured his mouth in a fierce kiss, her tongue sliding against his to share the taste of her own cum, both of them moaning into the wet heat of it with shared urgency and something deeper, almost tender amid the magic-thick air. She pulled back with a wicked smile, voice husky as she whispered, "Ur turn," before sliding down his body and taking his thick cock into her mouth. She started slow, lips wrapping tight as her tongue swirled over the head, building intensity with each bob of her head until she was gagging softly on his length, throat working around him while he caressed her hair with surprising sweetness, a quiet laugh escaping him at the absurdity of treating this enemy shaman like his sweet lover.

The pressure built fast, her moans vibrating along his shaft as she took him deeper, and Kyungsu's hips jerked, hesitation flickering through him—"No wait I can't... fuckkkkkkkkkk"—before he spilled hard down her throat, her eager sounds drawing every pulse from him. She had exactly what she wanted now. With a final suck, Hyuna eased off and spat his cum into a small ritual bottle at her side, then licked the remnants from her lips with a satisfied hum, eyes gleaming up at him through the dim glow of the charms.

Rest, hunter. You're not finished," Hyuna murmured, her voice husky as she rose gracefully from the mat, charms clinking softly against her bare skin. She padded into the adjoining room, returning moments later with a clay bottle of soju and two small cups balanced in her hands. Lying down beside him once more, the warmth of her body pressing close, she poured the clear liquor with practiced ease, the sharp scent cutting through the musk of their spent passion. "Drink," she commanded, tilting the cup toward his lips, her eyes glinting with intent to draw out the intoxication before his strength fully returned.

Song Kyungsu devoured her with his gaze, tracing the flushed curves of her breasts and the shadowed cleft between her thighs, but Hyuna closed her legs modestly, a faint flush rising as she shifted away to perch on the low sofa nearby, her beautiful bare feet barely brushing the bottle's side. "Just you wait—you're gonna give me everything," he said, the words tumbling out raw and unguarded, his military composure shattered by the spell of her seduction. "Oh?" she asked, amusement lacing her tone as she arched a brow. "Then what are you waiting for... take me."

Kyungsu downed his shot in one burning swallow, then rose to her level and cupped her hand in his, guiding the cup firmly to her mouth to force the liquor down. "More," he commanded, pouring them both another round, and Hyuna obliged with a surprised, delighted laugh, her fingers lingering against his as the warmth spread through their veins, the air thickening with renewed hunger.

Cursed Embrace: Shadows of Joseon