“The face of all the world is changed, I think, Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul.” Elizabeth Barrett Browning~
Jihun inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with that smell he loved, petrichor. The rain had fallen the night before and the warm breeze that lingered after, brushed his face in pleasurable gusts, signaling an advent of more showers. He was in a mighty fine mood on this day and he wanted a cup of iced coffee from his favorite shop to take with him to the park. There he would stroll through the lovely gardens, then finally seat on his favorite bench, under the pavilion in front of the lake. Two things happened simultaneously to jerk him out of his reverie, the first was his loins tightening fiercely with intense heat, awareness prickling every hair on his body. The second, were piercing shrieks emanating from surprised women as they held on to their skirts due to the sudden harassment of winds that tried to lift them above their waists. In the midst of them was one that stood stock still on the pavement, her dress billowing around her as she turned her head from side to side searching. He stared at her, correction he stared at her legs. Both her thighs were wrapped with the most magnificent dragon tattoos. The scaled bodies wound sinuously around her muscles, wings flared and disappeared beneath the fabric, their majestic snouts snarling at her hips. What struck him next was the canvas for these tattoos, they were dark and glimmering. Shock snapped his head up and his eyes found her face. Her full lips painted in a seductive red, were curled in a smile of intrigue although her dark eyes held suspicion. Those eyes travelled up and down the length of him, then she turned around, hailed a taxi and disappeared.
Standing in front of the glass windows in his office, he looked out upon the cityscape of Seoul brooding. He was deeply disquieted. He felt irritable. There was a heaviness in his balls that still prickled slightly and his skin especially on the back of his neck tingled. Miss dragon thighs flashed before him again and his dick twitched. Quiet you he growled at it, she could be a Mrs for all you know and where are we supposed to find her in the whole of this city? His being was still jostled by the experience. What was that? he screamed in his head for the umpteenth time. What the hell was that???!!! He had gone to the park more out of confusion than intention and sat in a daze for a very long time. Now it's been three days and he was still dazed. Tonight after work, he will go to his gym and swim away this.. this.. whatever this was.
He walked into the locker room at the gym in his condominium complex and heaved a sigh of relief to find it empty. Not that he was expecting it to be teeming with people, but sometimes even at this late hour, there could be one or two people cluttering the space minding their fitness business. He scrubbed at himself ferociously in the shower, trying to wash this restlessness away. Finally stepping out of the shower in defeat and putting his trunks on. The pool area was pleasantly devoid of people, he slipped into the cool water and began to swim. He swam a few laps vigorously and briefly registered when someone else got into the pool.
Uh oh Jihun thought, someone has come to disturb his sought after placidity. Just as he was about to start musing on the reasons why he chose the high rise condo lifestyle versus the landed alternative, he started choking. In fact his whole body was going through a paroxysm. He surfaced sputtering when he noticed that someone in the lane next to his was doing the same. It was her.
They stared at each other in shock before each swam quickly to the edge of the pool and hoisted themselves from the water gulping air. They continued to stare at each other silently. The sense of shock was wearing off, however, something else replaced it, an awareness of the scent emanating from her. He sniffed; grass and petrichor. Subtle though it was, it tugged at him. He found himself leaning towards her, his hand lifted of its own volition. Her eyes followed the movement and just as his fingers were about to make contact, she snapped to and leaned way back. Bewilderment and indignation fought for space on her face as she got up in annoyance and walked away.
Wide awake in his bed, shame washed over him in intense waves, coupled with unrelenting desire crawling all over him. Was he seriously about to violate a stranger a few moments ago? What was he thinking? But that was also part of the issue wasn't it? Something happened to him back there that had never happened to him before.. his mind had gone blank and nothing was left except instinct. All he wanted in that moment was to touch her. Even now the feeling of wanting her still lingered. His nipples tingled and his dick throbbed. He had been fighting this sensation, since he too departed the pool. However, his horniness ramped up in the last 45 minutes. How he hated to masturbate, yet something had to be done. Copious amounts of pre-cum was leaking from him and the tightness in his balls was becoming painful. He reached down and his eager cock jumped into his hand. His brain immediately supplied an image of red full lips closing around his nipple, sucking on them deliciously and biting gently. Her tongue licked down his navel till it found the tip of his penis. She closed her mouth around it and pulled it deeply down her throat. That image did him in. He came hard and yet it was not over. He was far from satisfied, his body wanting and craving would not let him rest, until he was depleted in the wee hours of the morning.
He was fucking exhausted. He only got 3 hours of sleep before his day had to start. Everything hurts from his relentless jerking off. His hips, his back, his knees, thighs and wrists. Even his poor penis was hurting. How many times did he come 20-25? Is that why he also felt dehydrated? He rubbed his gritty eyes.
"Say that last part again," he said to his chief operating officer.
'Right now the efficacy of the medicine is only one percent above a placebo in preventing heart attacks. We will have a hard time getting this drug to market with those numbers," repeated Seojun.
"We need to widen the case study and test more people." His head of research and development said.
" No" said Seojun. "You’ve had 5 years and 380 billion won. We need to fold this."
"We’ll also need to push another generic to market to cover those losses" his chief financial officer, added to the shit pile.
"I don’t like that idea," Jihun replied. "This company was started on the vision of groundbreaking medicine not knocking off copies. That will be our fourth knockoff this year alone".
"Well we have to keep the shareholders happy and Chanwoos’ department drinks money". His CFO Minjin scoffed her face totally pissed off.
Chanwoo refused to back down insisting on more funds and time. The meeting was devolving into a squabbling impasse.
"Your department ties up 37% of our funds while we’re waiting for magic to happen," Minjin flung out in exasperation.
"Your last magic was 3 years ago Chanwoo," Seojun said adamantly shaking his head in disapproval.
"I am a scientist not a magician"! "Everyone is picking on my department." Chanwoo yelled. "This company is nothing without my department."
"Let’s postpone this," Jihun interjected, rubbing his temples. "I’ll give it more thought."
Everyone left grumbling except Seojun who hung back.
"Yes?" Queried Jihun, "what do you want cousin?"
"Are you ok?" Seojun asked. "You look pale and drained".
Jihun cracked with mirth at his choice of the word 'drained'. His cousin only looked more concerned.
"Is it your meds? Are they acting up?"
"Could it not be this company that’s draining?" he asked back still laughing.
"No. You’ve rarely looked this tired handling all of your responsibilities, so what’s up?"
He sobered up. He knew this was a legit concern for his cousin and he answered solemnly. " My meds are ok, I am ok. Something else was cracking me up and I didn’t get much sleep last night."
"Ok," his cousin said pacified. "Doing anything this evening?"
"No I’m going home to relax and get a good nights' rest."
"That sounds like a good idea," Seojun beamed, gathered up his things and left.
He sighed and shook his head with a poignant smile affectionately at his dotting cousins’ retreating back. Thankful for his love, loyalty, care, companionship and compassion over the years.
"Alright you," he said to himself uncoiling from his seat. "Let’s get cracking at these reports before calling it a day."
As dusk fell he made his way through the lobby of his condo and towards the private elevator for the penthouse.
"Hold the elevator," someone called, rushing past him yet knocking into him in their haste.
"Oh! Apologies," the person said in alarm.
"It's alright," he said steadying the persons' grocery bag before the contents spilled on the floor.
Then he felt an uncomfortable prickling awareness and looked up. The good Samaritan holding the elevator buttons to open for the harried passenger was of course none other than her.
His eyes met her raised gaze and held it until the doors closed. His barely held back desire unfurled and his libido flared up. He fished his phone out of his pocket as he walked back to the garage and texted his favorite call girl. He knew that she might not be available since she worked by appointments only. Luck of luck, a text came in that she was indeed available as he was texting his backup number and he drove over to her place in record speed.
Later as he performed his nightly ablutions, he pondered what was happening to him. It's been decades since he has felt this horny. Ferocious desire was something that had begun to wane as he approached 50 and was firmly ensconced in contentment with his sedate life of peace and prosperity. He couldn’t understand this rise in libido that the presence of this ebony goddess wrought from him. Even Miki had jokingly commented on his stamina this evening. Telling him that she was no omega and could not keep up with his passion. Thankfully by the third orgasm, his desire was finally slaked and he had left her a very generous compensation. As Jihun fell into bed he wondered where all of this was going. He had zero tolerance for drama and no longer had the patience for complicated love affairs. No he thought drowsily and chuckled dryly; we are so not doing this.