Jeong Tae Sa, I never like my name. Who would have thought that my name would be what I'm facing right now? Jeong as in 'quite' Tae as in 'big' and Sa as in 'the number 4 that symbolises death'.
A man with a knife, sitting on my bed with large hands surrounding my mouth, came in so quietly at night to kill me. This is the 36th time or 37th time they have sent an assassin?
Ah, I think this is it. A guy twice my size, with the upper hand and the knife to my neck in the middle of the night? Yeah, it is time to go. At least that is what I thought today.
I closed my eyes as he pushed the knife against my neck.
"unnhh" I feel a sharp pain and blood dripping.
I feel the knife move away from my neck and a heavy breath on it tickles me.
I open my eyes and look down. I see him bent over my neck as he sniffs my neck and opens his mouth. He takes out his tongue from his mouth and licks my wound.
"Sweet"
I stare in shock as the man licks my wound. I try to push him away with my knees, but his grip is too strong. He grabs both my hands, pinning me to the bed.
"What the hell are you doing?" I choke out as he lets my mouth go.
He looks up at me with a twisted grin. I see his fangs shine as he licks them and his lips. I look into his red eyes staring directly at me.
"You smell like honey and spice. It's no wonder they keep sending assassins after you. You're a delicacy." He leans back in for another taste.
I shuddered in disgust and fear. Or was it disgust and fear? This man is clearly insane. But I can't deny the strange sensation that runs through my body as he licks my wounds. It's almost...pleasurable. I could feel my lower part heat up.
Suddenly, he pulls away and lets go of me.
"Wh-why?" I mumble
"Even though the mission is incomplete I'll spare your life for now," he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and then licking off the blood.
"But I'll return for more." And with that, he disappears into the night.
I lay there for a few minutes, trying to process what had just happened. Who was that man, or that thing?
As the number of assassins increased, my attitude towards them grew nonchalant. Too many times. Too many failures. At this point what had my life become? Wake up every day and look out for assassins? Being a prince is difficult, but you cannot choose your birth. I have given up all rights to inherit and rule. Despite this, my existence poses a threat to the connected family. Should I just go to a place where no one knows me? Or should I fake my death and disappear? Would it be better if I just gave in and died at the hands of the assassins?
Ahhhh how I wish to live a peaceful life or to die peacefully. I wish....my mind flashes back to the day before yesterday's assassin—the blood-licking guy. I want to feel excited like that again. Even though he spared me, his breath and tongue on my neck felt so good!
I shudder and quiver as I fall to my knees. My knees gave out just thinking about that day.
"Mnnhh" I want his tongue all over my body and him biting me, I want him to devour me--"
What am I saying? Did I unlock a fetish for something I have never had before? Do I have a vore fetish??