The Magi Of Alma Torran [04] || Hakuryuu Ren

the magi of alma torran [04] || hakuryuu ren

pairing. hakuryuu x alma torran magi! reader

genre. romance, angst + smut

warnings. n/a for this chapter

words. 1k

summary. it's the first time you grace hakuryuu with a smile and he thinks it's..pretty.

notes. i whipped this up on a whim but enjoy another chapter 🧎🏻‍♀️ also, the text below is the title of the chapter! i'll add the title to previous parts and will keep doing it like that c:

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between scrolls, a smile is found.

It is well past night when a lone candle is your only companion as you wander through the halls of the castle that was once the heart of Kou, when Hakutoku still reigned over the growing empire.

The few maids who aid Hakuryuu in his plans are kind enough to tell you stories about the late emperor and his two deceased sons. But whenever you ask about what happened in this castle, their mouths remain as quiet as a grave.

All you know is that some areas smell like fire.

Golden ornaments decorating the walls shimmer in the glow of the small flame in your hand, paintings of the current empress regnant with her sons in arm peer down at you as your bare feet stray across the marble floors. Her smile is kind, perhaps even benevolent, you silently think to yourself and brush a curious finger over one of the artworks.

You stop your musings when murmurs of voices catch your attention and the flicker of another candle illuminates the room ahead of you. Drawing closer, you realize that the whispers belong to Hakuryuu and his fallen Magi, Judar.

Hakuryuu sits in the corner of the study hall, scrolls upon scrolls surrounding him and the desk he's studying at. He takes notes at a feverish speed and the focus in his eyes seems strained, almost forceful. Right behind him, Judar is peering over his King Candidate's shoulder and scratching his head in thought. Whatever they're trying to decode, it appears to lead the two men to a dead end.

"Yo, granny!," Judar calls out as soon as he notices your figure at the threshold. "You can either make yourself useful or keep going, you know?"

"Useful?," you question and approach the two men. Letting your gaze stroll throughout the room, a sense of awe washed over you; you aren't sure if you had ever seen so many scrolls in one place.

Up and down the walls, shelves full of knowledge, some sealed and beautifully decorated with sparkling gems while others are old and plain.

"These are my brother's scrolls. I wanted to go through them in hopes of finding a new spell for Judar to learn." Hakuryuu sits back in his wooden chair and spreads the scroll out for you to read. A sigh slips his lips, your eyes widen in recognition. "But it's all written in Torran."

"Allow me," you say.

Gently, you set your candle down, grab a nearby chair and take a seat next to the prince. Shoulders and knee touching, delicate fingers pull the ancient scroll to your nostalgic self and your eyes float over the words like butter. After so many centuries, a piece of home is finally right there, in your hands.

"Sacrifice your spirit to gain nothingness. Only then will you be able to rule over the void with mind and body only."

Those translated words roll off your tongue like sweet chocolate while your eyes fly from word to word, a smile tugs on the corners of your lips while warmth lingers in every syllable that spills from your lips.

"Whoa! Our granny is actually pretty handy! What do you think, Hakuryuu?" Judar throws an arm over your shoulder, causing you to yelp. He pulls you in like an old friend, like there isn't some sort of weird competitiveness towards you in his pitch black Rukh.

"I'm not a granny, you indecent Magi!," you argue and wriggle yourself out of Judar's grasp.

Hakuryuu skillfully ignores Judar's childish antics and lets a half-smirk grace his royal features. "Sacrifice, nothingness, the ability to rule..," he mumbles, "What exactly does this mean?" Black eyebrows furrow together in confusion, eyes seeking out your kind ones.

Like a priced possession, you hug the scroll to your chest and quietly chuckle to yourself. "It's the spell of an isolation barrier. Within a set area, you render magic useless and you're able to only use your physical strength."

Rudely, Judar snatches the scroll from your delicate hands and scans the letters carefully. Now that they are translated and he understands the intention behind them, he finally has a grasp of what to do, of what he can do to aid his king.

The Magi smirks. "You're not so boring after all, granny."

A bright light illuminates the room, takes the shape of an eight-pointed star and when Judar steps through the magic circle, he completely disappears out of sight. When the magic star dissolves into nothing, a chilly breeze greets your face.

"Where..is he going?" You turn your head towards Hakuryuu who waves your concerns off with a casual flick of his wrist.

"Who knows? He always runs off like that," he states.

As Hakuryuu looks at all the scrolls, not yet translated, he recalls the moment you smiled so genuinely upon seeing the language and translating the words of your mother tongue. The curve on your lips..it is pretty.

"Would you mind translating the other scrolls?" Hakuryuu has already deemed them as useless to his plans, but if this is what it takes to see you smile again and not see that passive look engraved on your face, he would gladly hear you out.

The candle casts an orange hue over your face and you're sure your skin must feel warm with the way your heart skips a beat. It's an unknown feeling, but you don't mind. Instead, you nod your head enthusiastically.

"I would love to, Hakuryuu!"

This time, your smile reaches your eyes which shimmer in the dim light. It's directed towards him, towards his selfish desire to hear you speak a language he is unfamiliar with. And the smile never leaves your lips as you translate the words.

Syllables upon syllables flow from your lips, fingers gently resting upon the fragile paper scrolls while the candle is slowly, steadily melting.

Hakuryuu finds himself drawn in by your knowledge, although he doesn't understand every single word. Perhaps, it's not only your origin, but also your sharp jawline, your focus and happiness blooming in your gaze.

"Is there something on my face?" You stop your reading and touch your cheeks instead, a worried expression on your features as you noticed Hakuryuu staring. "Do I look..weird..?"

Hakuryuu softly shakes his head no.

"This is the first time I've seen you smile."

Oh.

Why is Jamil Viper so beautiful? Like, he's so pretty for what?

"Just a Hero Prince and his Foxy Wife" Ren Hakuyuu omake #1

When the crown prince of Kou has been extemely busy and overworked for the past few weeks, his wife had enough of it and came up with a plan to help her husband de-stress.

Suggestiveness, smut, fluff, married life

Dom/sub, kinda power dynamics, foreplay, married couple s*x, overstimulation, size difference, size kink, rough s*x, implied breeding, implied aftercare

The wife is an oc but can be read as a reader. She came from a winter kingdom. She has given physical attributes.

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Hakuyuu always strived to be a perfect heir, disciplined from a very young age and expected to master all that is required of his title. He never once slacked off, always taking his duties and responsibilites seriously.

However, he was still human. And quite frankly, he was at his limit, he knows. He had lost track of time for how long he had been extremely busy with, all he knew that the court had been giving him a hard time. Not just him, but also his beloved wife.

His eye twitched at the thought of the court giving his wife a difficult time. Ever since the engagement and their marriage, the court and the other nobles have been very bitter and they were vocal about it. They did just about anything to seperate the couple, either by spreading rumors about his wife or their marital life or by giving both of them large amounts of work.

Hakuyuu knew why they did it, they wanted their own daughters to become his wife and have power within Kou. He sighed deeply, already feeling a migraine coming.

He looked at the scroll in his hand, then at the ridiculous amount of paperwork on his table. His bed chamber was lit by the candles around, and with how dark it is, he can tell it's late.

He glared at the paperwork before continuing to read the the scroll at hand. He's been stuck at the same line for over 5 minutes, and he was growing more and more irritated. He has been more irritable lately, due to not only the unreasonable work, but also the lack of time he has spent with his wife.

He never thought himself to be a 'clingy' man, but when you have a wife as lovely as his, it made sense.

He broke out of his stupor when the door slid open to reveal his one and only, his beloved wife. She sauntered in their shared bed chamber with a trey of tea, wearing a blue kimono with embroidered ends, her hair tied in a loose braid.

He placed the scroll down to give his wife his full attention. She set the trey on the table and circled around it and hugged her husband from behind. He reached over and drank the tea he knows his wife brewed, the taste was refreshing and with his wife around, he wasn't as frustrated as before.

"Ara ara, my prince. You are quite tense." She couldn't help but tease her tired husband. She wanted to make him ease a little before she set her plan into place. Hakuyuu rolled his eyes at his wife's dramatics.

"I've been stuck here all day, finishing the officials' work that they pushed to me. But I have no choice, otherwise they'll start talking again." He set the cup back on the trey before he leaned back a bit, closing his eyes.

"What have you been up to, m'lady?" He was curious as to what his wife had been doing throughout the day. Without him seeing, she smiled at her husband's ignorance. The whole day she had been encouraging and hyping herself up, to follow through of her plan.

"Nothing much, just tutoring Kouen on his studies, making sure he ate. Overall, nothing too exciting, my prince." She wanted to surprise her beloved but she couldn't help but smile at the young prince she took under her wing.

He hummed, at least she wasn't tormented by any snobby nobles or court officials. He felt her pull back completely, making him open his eyes.

"I have a little surprise for you, my love~"

That sounded quite... a bit suspicious. Especially if it was her. He heard the rustling of fabrics and the sound of it falling to the floor.

'What in the world...?'

"Turn around, my king." Her giving orders to him? Well, that was new. He did as he was told, and his jaw dropped at the sight.

His wife was wearing his royal garb and nothing else. The coat was loose on her figure, her bare breasts barely covered by the fabric, the cloth reached the floor thanks to their difference in height and she was completely nude save for the coat. Was this what she wore underneath her elegant kimono the whole day?

"Ara ara~ my king, it's quite unbecoming of you to make such a face like that." She giggled at her husband's face, it's not normal for her husband to show such expression. He blinked, before realizing she was laughing. He stood up walked towards her.

"M'lady, were you walking around the palace in such a getup?" He stood in front of his wife, towering over her and lifting his hand to caress her face, he knew her fox nature lead her to become quite mishcievous at times but this was just downright naughty.

"And if I were? I had a kimono over this up until now, only you had the priviledge to have seen me like this, my king~" she leaned her face to his large hand, pressing herself closer to his body as well. Her dainty hands against his broad and sturdy chest.

He wrapped a strong arm around her slim waist, raising an eyebrow at her suggestiveness. This was new, she normally wasn't bold whenever they were intimate.

"Why? Don't you like it? I have read somewhere that men love seeing their lovers wear their clothing." She pouted at her husband, was he really acting all chivalric when she can feel his growing hardness? Who was he fooling?

"It is not that I don't like it, but you really shouldn't be walking around the palace without your undergarments, my love." He sighed, he did like her in this getup, he really did, but the thought of other men seeing her like this... sends an unpleasant feeling in his chest.

"Ara? But I thought this was what the book meant." She tilted her head at her husband, Hakuyuu's mouth quirked up.

"Aren't you getting a little too arrogant for your own good, m'lady?" He inquired with a little smirk on his handsome face.

"Hmmm? Whatever do you mean, my beloved king?" The dainty hands on his chest began fiddling the collar of his robes, brushing against his exposed skin but never actually slipping in. She doesn't know how long she'll be able to keep up her confident and seductive act with Hakuyuu looking at her like this.

"You are acting all high and mighty while desiring my attention, my queen. But I suppose I haven't been giving you enough attention now have I?" He moved the hand on her face to gently tilt her chin towards his face. Her face burned at his actions and pouted at her husband's suaveness.

"Like I haven't already made you excited. I've known you long enough to see that you are just as eager as I am, my love. You have been so focused in your work, you have forgotten yourself." She smiled sweetly at him, genuinely this time. He chuckled, only his wife understood him the most.

"There is no shame in admitting that I desire you, my love. After all, what kind of husband would I be if I didn't cherished and pleased my wife?" He kissed her forehead, while she giggled like it was the first time.

"You are far too sweet for your own good, my love." He praised his wife, continuing to kiss her cheeks, her temples and a peck on her lips.

"It's the least I can do for you. I have noticed you have been so stressed lately, I was taught that a wife should help ease the burden on top of her husband's shoulders, so I read that pulling this stunt would ease a man's mind.... so I tried it." She looked so flustered, so small in his arms, she was so precious.

"Aren't you a good girl? Going out of your way just to help me unwind and take my mind off of this horrendous and unnecessary paperwork. Perhaps I should compensate my wife for taking such good care of me." His words spoke of a promise that he'll committ to.

She opened her mouth to say something but Hakuyuu took the oppurtunity to kiss her passionately. She closed her eyes while the hand on her chin found it's way on her nape, tilting her head to get a better angle.

He swiped his tongue at her bottom lip before slipping in. Her hands dipped down and untied the ribbon of his attire, but before she could slip his white robe off, he picked her up and carrried her over the large bed and gently laid her before he broke their passionate liplock.

He quickly took off his robe, exposing his broad and muscular body before dipping back to kiss her neck, finding her weak spot almost immediately, causing her to moan out loud. She tried to cover her mouth but Hakuyuu caught her hand before she could.

"My love, I want to hear you." Such simple words, yet they made her nod. He smiled, kissing her palm then continuing his kissing. His hand found one of her bountiful breasts, fondling and groping it, while he kissed the other. He took the hardened nipple in his mouth, feeling his wife arch her back.

He continued his assault, then he switched to the other breast. After a while, he finally let go of her nipple. When he leaned back to take a good look at his wife, he felt himself get even harder. She was still wearing his coat but because of how big it is on her, it had slightly slipped off of her shoulders, stopping at her biceps. She was panting, her face was flushed, her breasts were exposed and her eyes were glossy. She looked absolutely breathtaking.

"H-hakuyuu..."

He leaned over, kissing her stomach and all the way down to her deliciously thick thighs. He spread her legs, making sure they were situated comfortably. He kissed her inner thighs, leaving marks as well. He kissed her slit, causing her to gasp and grip his long hair.

He slipped his tongue inside her, eating her out like a man starved. The room was filled with gasps, groans, moans and obscenely loud slurping. He groaned when she tugged his hair particularly hard, the vibrations being felt throughout her body, causing her to loudly moan.

He adjusted her legs to rest over his broad and strong shoulders. She gasped loudly at the angle, feeling her end arriving. She came with a choked whimper, but Hakuyuu didn't stop, he slipped his long index finger when he turned his attention to kissing her neglected pearl.

He inserted his middle finger, scissoring her, then adding his ring finger. He stretched her out, making sure she'd be able to take all of him without much difficulty. It had been a while since they've been intimate, he wanted to make up for it.

She came again, Hakuyuu pulled away from her womanhood, taking his drenched fingers out of her, he gently placed her legs down and leaned away from his previous position. He glanced at her then at his fingers before taking them in his mouth, making eye contact with his flustered wife. When he licked his fingers clean, he stood up from the bed.

He took his hair tie off first, letting his long hair fall to his back and shoulder. He placed the tie at their side table, then he untied the ribbon of his black pants, slipping the garment off as well. He walked back to their bed, slipping between his wife's legs and parting them.

He rubbed his long and hard length against her slit, using her wetness as lube before he slowly slipped in. Hakuyuu cursed under his breath, while she gripped his biceps. He was already big as is, even more so when compared to his petite wife. He took it slow, he didn't want to overwhelm the woman.

It stung for a few seconds before turning to pleasure. He leaned down to kiss her and she returned the sweet kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck and she swung her legs over his hips. One of Hakuyuu's hands was fisting the sheets beside her head, while the other took her left hand and intertwined their fingers.

She positioned her free hand to his hair, tugging the long dark locks. Hakuyuu groaned, he always did liked the feeling of her hands. He had never let any of the four women he slept with before touch his hair or leave any marks on him. But here he was, getting his hair tugged and his shoulders getting bit by the love of his life.

He slowly rocked his hips against hers, setting a comfortable pace. Kissing her forehead, he held himself back, trying not to slip inside too fast. Halfway in, he leaned back and grabbed her legs, holding the back of her knees. She arched her back and fisted the sheets beside her head when he finally filled her to the brim.

"Hakuyuu, you can move faster, y'know?" She wanted her husband to de-stress, to feel pleasure as well not just her.

He glanced at his wife, trying to see her intentions. When he saw that she was very sure, he sighed. "If you are sure, very well then, my love."

He pulled his length nearly all the way out, before slamming right back in. She threw her head back at the sudden pleasure. Her hands found themselves on his shoulders, scratching him down to his back. Hakuyuu groaned, leaning down to kiss her collarbones, sucking and nibbling as well.

She was wantonly moaning at this point as her husband thrusted hard and fast into her sensitive hole. She was sure that anyone within at least 6 feet away from their room could hear their lovemaking.

She came again adruptly, shocking herself, gasping as her husband continued to pound her to the mattress. She yelped all of a sudden when Hakuyuu promptly picked her up as if she weighed nothing. He wrapped his strong and muscular arm around her, situating her on his lap as he shifted his own position. He was sitting down, one large hand on her waist and one on her thigh.

She placed one hand on his shoulder while the other caressed Hakuyuu's sharp jaw. He thrusted upwards and it felt as if he got even deeper, causing her to gasp out loud, Hakuyuu took the oppurtunity to kiss her heatedly. The hand on her thigh tightened its grip when he pulled her impossibly close.

He continued to thrust upwards, his pace getting faster and harder as he broke the kiss and hid his face in the juncture of her neck, kissing the heated skin. He even saw her stomach bulge from his large length, a sight that never gets old.

"Where did all that impishness go, hmm? You were so confident earlier, my queen~." She felt rather than saw the smirk he had on his face against her skin, she couldn't even think of a retort due to him ramming inside her.

Hakuyuu chuckled, his wife was so adorable with her usually immaculate hair a mess and chest full of kiss marks. He was entranced at the way she grinded her hips against his, her breasts jiggling each movement she did. He felt himself getting close, causing him to thrust even harder, the blunt head of his length kissing her cervix.

Her soft moans were music to his ears, especially when he was about to release. He came inside her with a grunt, his pace still consistent despite it. She came right after he did, causing her to go limp on his lap, leaning her head on his shoulder while panting.

Despite him releasing quite a big load, he was still hard. He brushed his hand against her right cheek before tucking stray hairstrands away from her lovely face. He kissed the top of her head, before he changed their positions again. This time, he had her on her back with both of her legs propped up on his broad shoulders.

She whimpered when she felt him kiss her battered cervix, her hole felt raw and she felt so full. Hakuyuu knew he didn't look any better than his wife, but he wasn't done with her just yet.

"My wife, let us continue to make up for lost time, shall we?" He had a stupid smirk plastered on his handsome face, the glint in his clear blue eyes present. Her husband's boldness never fail to make her feel like a young maiden.

"My husband, you are still extremely insatiable aren't you?" She fondly chided her husband. Hakuyuu chuckled at his wife's accusation. Well, she wasn't exactly wrong.

"For you, my wife? Always. Nary another woman who can make me feel this way." It wasn't a lie, no one else can make him feel like a lovesick fool. Only she can make him like this.

"You're such a smooth talker, 'Yuu." She huffed.

"I'm sure you enjoy it, my love." He leaned over her, his breath tickling her ear.

"Now, let's make sure it will take this time, hm?" He nibbled on the lobe of her ear. That was all that was said before the room was filled with loud moans, grunts and skin slapping alongside debauched screams.

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"The crown prince seems to be in a good mood today." A palace maid gossiped. Her fellow maid agreed.

"I know right? He seemed so irritable yesterday but now..." she trailed off.

The crown prince in question was waiting for the kitchen staff to prepare his and the crown princess' breakfast. He had a satisfied look on his handsome face, which made him the topic of many gossip even though it was early in the morning.

"Of course the first prince is in a good mood." The voice of an older maid huffed. The two younger maids nearly jumped in surprise.

"Huh? What do you mean?" One inquired. They were quite curious, the old maid seem to know something.

"Hmph, the first prince finally spent the night with his wife of course." She smirked, it won't be long until the announcement that the crown princess was with child. "His highness was obviously missing her highness' presence and company." She stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

The younger maids' eyes widened at the realisation. They snapped back to the first prince personally picking up the trey before heading back to his shared chamber.

Oh, so that's why.

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Oof this got long lmao. Let me know what yall think.

i’m in a hakuryuu phase rn, so fem!reader and hakuryuu on their wedding night? nsfw too, if you don’t mind

i'm sorry this took me so long 🥲 hakuryuu smut is long overdue on this blog, but here it is 🛐

MINORS DNI

↠ genre. pure smut

↠ warnings. light dom/sub dynamics, unprotected/vanilla sex, loss of virginity, hair-pulling, not proof-red, not edited

For years, Hakuryuu had been vowing to make you the empress of his empire that one day, he would take back. He would kill Gyokuen with you by his side, reclaim the throne with you by his side and reign over Kou..with you by his side.

To you, it still feels like a fever dream to wear the royal robes of the Kou Family, to have exchanged rings and drinks with Hakuryuu. You had been nothing more than a regular swordswoman who Aladdin and Alibaba picked up from their travels and before you know it, you are crowned as Empress of the Kou Empire.

As sweet as Hakuryuu is to you during the coronation, you can see that his fingers are itching to finally touch you, now that you're his wife. And said desire becomes clear as day when the sun sets behind the hills and the emperor finally has you alone in your grand, shared bedroom.

"Are you nervous?" Hakuryuu husks and smears messy kisses along your neck, lips sucking color into your skin and watching them bloom into vibrant love bites.

Calloused hands slip the silk of white, red and gold from your shoulders and expose your perky tits to his greedy touch.

"A little bit," you whisper just before a mewl slips your lips. Embarrassment dusts your neck and cheeks in red hues when Hakuryuu pulls on your nipples and causes a shiver to roll down your spine.

Hakuryuu slides his hands from your tits up to your neck to cup the soft curve of your jawline and tilt your head upwards. Blue hues, now dark as the depths of the sea, pierce right through your doe-eyed gaze. He leans in, strands of black hair tickle your face as he speaks in low tones, voice rough around the edges. "Place your trust in me like you always do and relax for me."

It sounds like a plea and you melt into his words.

Slender fingers cup Hakuryuu's cheek and he finds himself leaning into the warmth of your touch. "I trust you through it all, Hakuryuu," you confirmed.

In the blink of an eye, Hakuryuu presses his lips to yours and sneaks his tongue past your red-tinted lips. You throw your arms around his neck, moan into the messy kiss and tug on his hair when he suckles on the slippery muscle, explores your mouth like he had never done it before.

Strong arms wrap around your waist as Hakuryuu backs you up until your knees hit the edge of the mattress and he breaks the kiss. You're both panting, lips glossy and connected by a thin string of saliva. "Lie down for me, my love," he commands in the sweetest way possible and who are you to deny his request?

As your back hits the mattress below you and your head is met with several plush pillows, Hakuryuu is loosening the knot around your waist to make your robes come undone. He gulps, his Adam's apple bopping at the sight of your nude body spread out before him and for a moment, he hesitates while his eyes take you in.

Your half-lidded, embarrassed gaze looking up at him, your tits begging for more of his attention and your legs still closed. But if he looks close enough, he can see your slick dampening the sheets and dripping from between your legs.

Hakuryuu rids himself of his own robes, revealing his wide shoulders, a strong chest, several muscles. You stopped your eyes from travelling any further once you catch a glimpse of his leaking cock.

It is only a split second, but you definitely saw the angry red tip smeared with pre-cum, the way his cock curves slightly upwards and twitches in excitement.

Getting on the bed, Hakuryuu gently pries your legs apart as he kneels between them. But instead of touching your sobbing pussy, he reaches for your shaky hand and places your palm on his chest. You inhale sharply.

"Hakuryuu, this isㅡ," you get cut off by him.

"Look at me, [Name]," he commands softly yet there's no room for any argument.

Shyly, you look up at your husband who comes to hover over your body and hooks your leg into the crook of his elbow. Hakuryuu presses kisses along your thigh, each one wetter than the last one all while he's holding your eyes with his, while he's keeping your hand on his chest. His heart is pounding in his ribcage, you note.

"Can you feel it? I'm just as nervous as you are, but right now..," Hakuryuu inhales like he's trying to hold on to some self-control. "But right now, I'm also aching to be inside you, hear you moan and feel you cum around my cock."

As if to prove his point, he rolls his hips and glides his heavy cock against your slippery lips. The tip catches your clit, the entire drag of his length draws an unexpected moan from your lips and causes your hips to buck upwards for more.

"D-don't say such things, H-Hakuryuu," you stumble over your words.

He smirks. So that was all it took to soften you up. "But you seem to like it, don't you?"

Hakuryuu wraps an arm around your waist, the other one disappears between your legs. Skilled fingers rub your clit in circles and you can't help the moans and whines in-between nor the sensual roll of your hips.

Each rub makes your toes curl, your hips twitch and unbeknownst to you, you spread your legs wider for the one you love so much.

"That's it, love. Spread your legs and show me that pretty pussy of yours," Hakuryuu praises and drags a finger from your clit down to your entrance. He circles the fluttering hole teasingly slow and chuckles when you arch your back, show off your tits and whimper so cutely for him.

"Please," you huff and wrap your legs around Hakuryuu's waist, grinding your cunt against the length of his twitching cock. You would do this all day if you could. "I need you, Hakuryuu. I need you inside me. Now. Please.."

"Only because you asked me so nicely." Strong arms hug your waist until your tits are pressed up against Hakuryuu's hard chest. His lips catch yours in a kiss, one that's sweet and longing, one that leaves him looking at you with half-lidded eyes. One smooth thrust of his hips is enough to roll his cock into your tight cunt that clenches arounf him so nicely.

He grunts into your mouth and you moan until he's fully bottomed out. His balls are pressed up against your skin, your slick trickles down them and stains Hakuryuu's thighs. The stretch burns, but you wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world.

"Fuck..you feel so g-good," Hakuryuu stutters and rests his forehead on your shoulder. As much as he wants to pound into you, he couldn't do that, just yet.

Tangled up in the sheets and your husband, you throw your head back into the pillows and grab a fistful of Hakuryuu's hair to pull on it. A low groan tickles your skin. "Move. Please, move, Hakuryuu. I need more of you," you beg softly.

"You're playing a dangerous game, [Name]," Hakuryuu warns you. Yet, he still draws his hips back until only the cockhead is engulfed by your wet walls and thrusts back in with a lewd squelching sound.

You shiver in his arms once Hakuryuu sets a steady pace. Over and over, he thrusts back into your little hole, stretches you out but still has you clenching around his cock so fucking tight. Your moans were louder than the squelching sounds and mingled with Hakuryuu's groans and praises.

"So fucking good." He dips his head down and sucks a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and drooling over your tit. "Gonna do this everyday with you from now on," Hakuryuu mumbles.

Your mind is too fuzzy to fully comprehend any of Hakuryuu's words. All you can feel is his cock hitting that sweet spot of yours, his lips on your body and your skin burning up.

"Hakuryuu, I can't last much longer..," you say and drag your nails down his back. He hisses at the pleasant pain and chuckles. "Ask me to make you cum and I might let you, love."

Lovingly, Hakuryuu pushes sweaty strands of hair from your face. He smiles down at you as you try so hard to get the words together that he desires to hear. Oh, how cute you are, trying to please him even though your mind is far from being focused.

"Please, make me cum, Hakuryuu! I need to cum so badly, but..," you moan, "..i can't do it without you!"

"That's it," Hakuryuu praises and cups your cheek before he presses his palm down on your lower stomach and begins pounding you into the mattress. Your legs are wide open now, dangling with each thrust and your tits bouncing along as you moan his name over and over again.

"I'm cumming, Hakuryuu!," you cry, hot tears brimming your eyes that are kissed away by him.

"Cum for me, love. Just let go," he encourages you.

And it's all you need to cum. Your back arches off the mattress, your thighs shake and tightly wrap themselves around Hakuryuu's waist. Riding out your orgasm, you grind on his cock and he follows soon after you.

Groaning your name, Hakuryuu fills your cunt with ropes of sticky cum. Each spurt makes his cock twitch and causes him to cuss incoherently into your neck.

Spent, you break the momentary silence with a giggle and press a kiss to Hakuryuu's cheek who's still balls deep buried in your cunt. "Thank you for marrying me, Hakuryuu."

His heart melts. "Thank you for becoming my empress, [Name]."

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the magi of alma torran [06] || hakuryuu ren

pairing. hakuryuu x alma torran magi! reader

genre. romance, angst + smut

warnings. judar being annoying

words. 867

summary. What made a kind person like Hakuryuu team up with a rotten Magi? Is it Judar who forces your prince into depravity? Or is it the doing of someone else? So many questions are piling up, but all you truly need is one answer.

notes. originally, i wanted to have y/n and judar have a more lighthearted relationship, but i like the bit of tension between them more 😚

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what he desires.

The sky is as blue as it comes, but the Rukh roaming the vast space are as uneasy as the sea during a storm. A few of those glowing birds find home on your finger and shoulder as if they're seeking refuge, a safe place. Certainly, this is no coincidence. Ever since Hakuryuu left you alone in the former palace of Rakushou, the Rukh have been fluttering to and fro without a goal in sight.

You rest your forearms on a wooden railing, eyes gazing down at Rakushou's civilians whose Rukh are just as irregular. The wind blows past your face when your eyes flutter shut and you listen in on the many conversations happening down below. Worries regarding the empress regnant reach your ears, doubting her way of reigning over the great empire, but loving her all the same. A good woman, a witch. A mourning widow, a powerful empress leading her empire through tough times.

"What exactly is happening here, Hakuryuu?," you wonder out loud, voice barely above a whisper and getting carried away by the wind.

The empire is split. A dark premonition tugs at your heart. The very same premonition that creeped over you when a dear friend of yours fell into depravity, killed your beloved king and queen and friends all in one swift, painful swoop.

You shake off those dark memories of another world. This isn't Alma Torran, after all.

"You've been here for quite a while and still don't seem to give a damn about this world which you seem to love so much." Judar appears behind you. His onyx Rukh clash with your pristine ones. "Perhaps, you're not as fond of this world as that stupid King Solomon wants you to, eh?"

You turn to face Judar with your divine staff lowered to the ground and the ruby gem shining menacingly in the sunlight. For the first time, your eyebrows furrow together and the glimmer in your eyes hardens as Judar speaks down on a friend you love and still mourn to this day.

"Have you come merely to harass me, Judar?" You tilt your head to the side.

The fallen Magi smirks before a laugh slips his lips. "Haha, now you've got a good look on your face! I like it," he admits, "but no, I have not come to harass you, as you'd like to call it, granny."

Keenly, you watch as Judar manifests his pitch black staff out of thin air and points the sharp, shimmering tips at your body. "I want you to fight with me, granny! As an ancient fossil, you possess power greater than almost anyone else. There's no better match."

Dumbfounded, you blink at Judar before swiftly turning your back on him with a huff. "My apologies, but I don't fight kids like you," you tease, a smile of your own on your lips.

Judar wants to protest and challenge you once more. He is convinced that fighting you, sparring with you would not only prove to be useful for what is to come, but it would be a whole lot of fun, as well. All this time, Judar believed that fighting to the death with Sinbad would be the most fulfilling action he could take, but then, you came along. But no, you were the epitome of a pacifist. A boring, dull pacifist.

Judar doesn't know what Hakuryuu sees in you. The prince praises you in high tones, claiming that he knows you'll be of use sooner or later, saying that there are things only you can do. Judar thinks Hakuryuu made a mistake by not killing you that day in the tall meadows, but he also doesn't oppose his king's decisions.

He carefully watches the thoughtful look on your face as you gaze upon the current castle in the distance. As a fellow Magi, he knows you can feel it, too. The uneasiness in the air, the uneasiness in destiny itself.

Suddenly, you turn back around, standing tall with the staff shimmering golden and a stern feature adorns the face that is usually so awfully passive. You have to know what is happening to this world which your late friend loves so much, which your comrades fought so hard for to achieve and died for. No longer can you take being so confused by what is happening around you, why Hakuryuu offers you shelter and why he runs off more and more frequently.

And most importantly..What made a kind person like Hakuryuu team up with a rotten Magi? Is it Judar who forces your prince into depravity? Or is it the doing of someone else? So many questions are piling up, but all you truly need is one answer.

"Tell me, Judar. What is it that Hakuryuu desires?"

Judar smirks, puts a hand on his hip and chuckles. So you're finally getting active after all, just like Hakuryuu planned.

"What he truly desires is revenge."

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the magi of alma torran [07] || hakuryuu ren

pairing. hakuryuu x alma torran magi! reader

genre. romance, angst + smut

warnings. y/n nearly having a mental breakdown

words. 1.8k

summary. if only you had managed to actually kill arba instead of sealing her spirit away with solomon's help, then this tragedy wouldn't be unfolding like a lethal flower.

notes. there's a lot to unpack in this chapter so enjoy a longer one 🧎🏻‍♀️

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ghosts of the past trigger a change of heart.

Who would have thought that a mere crow is all it takes to trigger a change of heart within you? The black bird comes with a letter wrapped around its thin leg, cawing at you in shrill tones that make you shudder. It sits on your shoulder and uses its beak to poke at you in an anxious manner.

"No need to poke holes into me," you calm the bird with a few pats to its head and take the letter from the crow's leg before it flies off to wherever it came from.

With deft fingers, you unroll the letter, eyes scanning over the letters and widening with each word. It's a letter from the First Princess of Kou, Hakuei Ren. Up until now, you didn't even know that Hakuryuu has an elder sister.

Greetings, honored Magi of Alma Torran.

My name is Hakuei Ren, First Princess of Kou and Hakuryuu's elder sister. It has come to the empire's attention that my younger brother, Prince Hakuryuu, has gained help from another Magi. I am uncertain whether you are aware of this country's state, but it is split and if my brother continues with his revenge, he will trigger a civil war. The other princes of Kou are preparing for war and plan on claiming my brother's head if he is to kill my mother, the empress regnant, Gyokuen Ren.

I do not wish to witness my brother's execution, so I am humbly asking you, as an elder sister and not a princess, to come meet me in the Tenzan Plateau. Although I am aware that this is a selfish request of mine, I hope and believe that you are the only one who can stop what is about to happen.

Hakuei Ren

You don't have to think twice about your decision. This is your chance to get to know this world on a deeper level, to know what happened to Hakuryuu in the past. Judar said that what the prince desired was revenge and ever since that day, you wonder why, who and what. The princess's carefully-written letter lands on the desk beside you, alone and abandoned like the initial fascination you had for this reality.

Horizontally, you swing your divine staff through the air and the ruby red gem glows with magic. A magic circle appears, radiates warmth and engulfs your body as you step through the familiar circle. You need to meet the princess, the sister of Hakuryuu, since no one else wants to give you clear answers.

"I'm sorry I have to find out this way, Hakuryuu," you regretfully sigh to yourself.

When you arrive at your destination, you're met with a vast, starry night sky. Fresh is the wind that blows by your face and fills your lungs, the meadows are rich, vibrant and go much farther than your eyes can see. Not too far away, you spot horses feeding on the grass, saddles and bridles remain next to the tents of, what you suppose, are the companions of the Princess of Kou.

"Pardon my rudeness, but are you my brother's Magi?"

One hand is placed on Hakuei's chest, her fine eyebrows are furrowed in worry and possibly a hint of caution. With one mere glance, you can tell that she is the complete opposite of Hakuryuu. Her Rukh are as clear as diamonds, warm and friendly.

"I am no one's Magi, Princess," you state, staff floating behind your back and your head lowering once in greeting and respect. "All I did is lending an ear to your request."

Hakuei breathes a sigh of relief, yet there is dread on her face. "Thank you for coming, honored Magi. Please, follow me inside. I will tell you everything you need to know."

The princess holds her tent open for you and to your surprise, it's rather comfortable and spacious. Several scrolls are scattered along the ground, a small wooden table stands between two pillows where Hakuei offers you to sit down. On top of the table, two steaming bowls of milk wait. It reminds you of home once you take a sip.

"My apologies for cutting to the chase so promptly, but as I stated in my letter, I would like you to save my brother, honored Magi." Hakuei cups her bowl of milk, sets it down and looks you straight in the eyes with a begging shimmer in her own.

You shake your head softly. "Humans can only save themselves, Princess Hakuei. What I can do is to help guide your brother on the right path. Please, tell me what caused him to fall into depravity and team up with a fallen Magi."

Hakuei hesitates, wondering if she can trust you with such sensitive, personal information, but if you can't help her beloved brother, then who will? Judar is the one to encourage Hakuryuu's power trip, causing his pure hatred to flourish. The princes and princess are ready to behead her brother whose only ally is the Black Magi. Hakuei could never hurt her brother, but at the moment, she can't support him, either.

She believes you are the only one she can rely on, anymore.

"We lived a happy life back when the Kou Empire was nothing but a small country. Of course, there were conflicts going on, but my father, the late emperor, managed to unite the countries until one day, he and my brothers perished in a fire," Hakuei pauses. The following words don't come easily to her.

"Hakuryuu said that it was our mother, Gykouen Ren."

Hakuei continues her story, telling you all about Hakuryuu's studies abroad, his desire to take back the country and start a civil war to take the throne which is currently occupied by their mother. Weird people whose faces remain unseen surround her, Hakuei says, telling of strange magic which causes her hair to stand as straight as a candle.

And the more she talks, the more it dawns on you.

Your eyes widen in horror. Not only due to the terrible things that happened to Hakuryuu since he was a child, but also because you realize that this misfortune is your fault. Long ago, you failed to kill a friend who turned into an enemy.

If only you had taken her life back then.

If only you had sealed yourself along with her to keep her spirit in check.

Alma Torran, Il Illah, Al-Thamen, Arba.

You are painfully aware of Hakuryuu's evil deeds. You may not know where he runs off to when he leaves you alone, but whenever he does, the Rukh grow anxious and seem to beg you to do something. The whispers in the streets about the witch, the Empress Regnant who surrounds herself with suspicious figures and the dark premonition you always have whenever you gaze at the castle where the current empress resides.

You decided to be ignorant and pretended this world was fine when deep down, you know it is about to fall into depravity and become a second Alma Torran.

This time, there is no King Solomon to ban Arba. There is only you.

"I will destroy this fake world you created. Even if the only thing left of me is my consciousness." You want to cry.

Hakuei's soft yet deeply saddened features are caressed by orange hues, the candle flickered between life and death as the wind touches the small flame. Tears brim the princess's dark eyes which seem to be lost in memories long gone, long forgotten and yet, they are as clear as day.

"Please," she breathes and rips you out of your self-destructive daze, "save my brother, honored Magi!"

The princess breaks. Tears roll down her pale cheeks and stain her pink robes, coloring several spots a shade darker. Head hanging low, one hand cups her fist as she goes down on her knees, burying them in the dirt below. All Hakuei can see are the blades of grass and the blurry vision of the past she, too, would like to claim back.

The past in which her elder brothers and father are alive, the past in which her younger brother, Hakuryuu, was still shy, but oh so happy. The past which was taken away from her, the destiny which was supposed to unfold.

All of it is gone.

"Princess, I..," you whisper with a lump in your throat and tightly grasp the divine staff in your two shaky hands.

Slowly, you tilt your head back to gaze up into the starry night sky. The moon and the stars illuminate the pitch black night and briefly you wonder if your late friends are within those little stars, watching over you and you hope their constellation will miraculously give you a proper answer. But none would come, you know.

A sigh leaves your lips. Never did you want to become active in the world your friend and king has created. All you desire is a peaceful, normal life and to, one day, pass away to reunite with your loved ones in the sky.

But responsibility claws your back open, leaving you to bleed out under the watch of the moon and its companions. If only you had managed to actually kill Arba instead of sealing her spirit away with Solomon's help, then this tragedy wouldn't be unfolding like a lethal flower. Hakuryuu would still have his loving family, Gyokuen would never have fallen prey to Arba's possession and destiny, the thing that you fought to protect in a life passed, wouldn't run the danger of ceasing to exist.

You have to do something. No longer will you avert your eyes from the truth and duty laid upon your shoulder. Never again will you disappoint those who rely on you and let down The Great Flow.

This time, you will put an end to everything for it is your destiny. You believe that maybe, there is indeed a reason why you, a Magi of Alma Torran, was brought to this world.

Firmly ramming the end of the staff into the ground, you put your hand to your chest. Hakuei startles, jerks her head upwards and gazes upon your glowing self. For the first time in her life, the princess can see the Rukh fluttering through the air. They swarm you, giving you their strength, beliefs and memories.

"I accept your request, Princess Hakuei. As one of King Solomon's Magi, I vow to purify Prince Hakuryuu's Rukh and rid him of depravity! After all, it is my duty to protect this world and the people I love."

Hakuei's bottom lip trembles as she remains speechless for a moment. She can't believe that a Magi of ancient times heard out her request and is willing to grant her a heartfelt wish. One which she can't fulfill on her own.

Getting up from the dirt, she grasps the red robe wrapped around your body and buries her face in the soft fabric. Quiet sobs rock her shoulders up and down, relief and gratefulness is laced in her gentle voice.

"Thank you," she cries. "Thank you, honored Magi!"