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Some things in life... just happen, out of the blue. One minute, you"re the all-powerful sorcerer, reigning over ancient Japan in your grand shrine, the King of Curses, the Disgraced One, for crying out loud! And the next? You"re suddenly incarnated into the modern world, only with your loyal servant by your side, just because some loser decided it would be fun to mess around with the incredibly dangerous cursed objects that are your 20 fingers.
You soon learn that this individual is not sane by any means and only cares about things they think are entertaining or useful, much like yourself, oddly enough. And despite you considering them absolute garbage, a waste of cursed energy, they prove to be quite strong and capable, even morbidly cunning and smart when it serves them. They are the equivalent of a failure and yet you can"t help but be drawn to them.
Because they keep up with your twisted desires and darkest pleasures, entertain and perhaps even fill the void in your vile and cruel heart.
Sukuna develops a sort of possessive obsession with his new servant. She begins to occupy more and more space in his brain, the longer he spends time with her. Every single person that is stupid enough to get close to her or even approach her, ends up dying a terrifying and painful death. And she"s aware of it the entire time, leading people to certain death without any kind of remorse. Because she simply adores the attention Sukuna provides her, makes her twisted little heart do flips inside her ribcage. Being aware of the fact that her king is willing to kill for her? Makes her whole body tingle in delight.
It"s not long before their twisted games lead to something more intimate. Her technique makes her a perfect puppet to satisfy most of his desire to torture and inflict pain. She spent many days and nights, lying in her own pool of blood as Sukuna ripped her apart with both his technique and his bare hands, before putting her back together. So many hours where he spent digging through her mangled body, sometimes taking a bite or a few more. He especially loved toying with her heart, bloody and still beating in his warm palm as he ripped a chunk out of it with his sharp fangs.
And she only stared up at him, pupils dilated to the point where her irises weren"t even visible anymore, utterly lovesick. Completely at the mercy of the demon that now owned both her heart and her spirit. At the edge, teetering between life and death as the King of Curses used her body for his selfish needs, she believes that she reached heaven in those very moments.
The delve into the world of lust began when he once stumbled upon her pleasuring herself in his private quarters, shaky fingers sliding over her sensitive nub as she nuzzled her head into his robes, inhaling his scent. But instead of shying away the moment she realized she was being watched, the little minx only smiled and continued to rub herself, until she came all over her fingers, the slick dripping down and staining his sheets. That night, she passed out after Sukuna pulled orgasm after orgasm from her, eating her out as if she was his last meal on death row.
And so began their new game, his little servant teasing him with sinful looks and touches before she was squealing as Sukuna"s tongues and hands brought her to completion. Sometimes, she"d storm into his room and demanded he sate her urges before she was pulled over one strong thigh, behind raw from all the strikes Sukuna inflicted with his palm and puffy cunt neglected, making her sob in both euphoria and frustration.
But what frustrated her the most was that Sukuna never initiated more, even though she knew, she saw just how much he wanted to ravage her but never acted out on the urge. At first, she thought it was part of their game, how much she could take before she"d come crawling to him, arching her back like a cat in heat and begging to be fucked properly. But her suspicions were easily thrown out the window when she saw the pained expression Sukuna once gave her as he ripped himself away to either disappear into the night or lock himself in his quarters.
She is adamant on finding about why he is so fixed on denying himself the pleasure he so obviously craves. And it seems she"ll get her answers tonight...
After a hefty dinner, all the compliments going to Uraume of course, who"s meals are nothing short of divine, she decides that it is time that the two of them have a little talk about their little predicament.
She waltzes into his room like a cat returning to it"s owner after a successful hunt and leisurely drapes herself over his giant bed, on her stomach, letting out a content sigh. Sukuna immediately notices the change of atmosphere and her lack of proper clothing. There"s a thin, see through robe covering her delicate skin, leaving nothing up to interpretation. She rolls over, stretching her arms high above her head and letting one of her legs fall to the side, revealing the folds of her bare cunt. The soft curls around her sex make Sukuna let out a low growl, itching to get a taste.
"I"ve been thinking..." She murmurs, both of her hands resting behind her head as she keeps her eyes closed. Sukuna"s attention falls onto her face, not before his gaze lingers on her soft breasts and nipples, quickly wetting his lips.
"Not to sound like a total brat..." And Sukuna has to laugh because oh, the irony. Because she is a damn brat at heart, his brat with an incredibly wicked sense of humor, a wild personality, the most breath-taking features and the neediest pussy he"s ever come across.
"I can"t help but wonder. Does my king not want to properly bed me? Is there something wrong? With me, perhaps?" She asks, her eyes opening to slightly glare at him, a small pout on her lips. And Sukuna"s smirk drops as if he"d been slapped with a wet rag. He sneers down at her before looking away.
"Foolish girl." He growls, crimson eyes narrowing in frustration. She abruptly sits up and leans closer, her glare rivaling his.
"No, foolish is you feasting on my cunt every day like you can"t live without it but never having the guts to fuck me properly! What, pray tell, is the problem here, Sukuna-" Her question gets cut off as one of his hands flies to gently grip at her neck, squeezing it in warning. His glare shouldn"t make her feel so aroused, but God, it makes her so wet.
"Trust me, my little dragon. If only you"d knew, you wouldn"t be so foolishly set on chasing after me." He says, before letting go off her and she sits back on her haunches, palms pressed against her thighs, frowning.
"Oh please, as if I don"t know almost everything about you! After all the things I"ve seen and been through, I don"t think there"s anything that-"
"I take it you have certain expectations of me, no? What would you do if I was unable to fulfill them?" He cuts her off, something changing in his glare, it"s not so cold as before. There"s a spark of vulnerability behind it and it makes her shift closer, wanting to finally get the truth out of him.
"Expectations? You made me cum so hard that I passed out before, I"m sure you could-"
"Could what? Fuck you? I can"t. If it finally gets you to shut up, then see for yourself." He hisses, gesturing to his loose robes with one large palm. She only stares at him for a moment, an unreadable expression on her face before he urges her to undress him with a stern nod of his head, making her huff. Her hands move to gently undo his robes, still not understanding what he"s making such a fuss about. It"s until she parts his robes, that she realizes what he was so worried about.
She expected two cocks, which she was always pestering him about, ranting about her theory that if he has two sets of everything, he surely must have two dicks, it"s just math. To which Sukuna always argued, if that were the case, he"d also have four legs. That made her think (and also imagine him as some sort of a centaur...which wasn"t bad at all, made a little smirk appear on her lips while Sukuna only watched her with a raised eyebrow.)
Instead, she finds a pair of puffy lips, coated in clear slick. Pink tufts of hair frame his flushed entrance, moving up in a happy trail that barely reaches his toned stomach. The small bundle of nerves, slightly peeks out of it"s hood, woefully neglected.
And for a moment, she"s frozen in shock with thousands of thoughts running through her scattered brain, most of them involving her head in between his powerful thighs, lapping at his clit until he"s shaking from overstimulation or fucking him into the mattress with a strap until he"s screaming into his pillows.
Sukuna looks down at her with an expression that resembles insecurity, more than anything else. He takes her silence as a bad omen, like any minute she"ll just get up to leave him, humiliating him in the worst way possible. Makes his heart, what"s left of it anyway, squeeze painfully in his chest as he waits for the worst outcome possible. He is the Ryōmen Sukuna, the fucking Two Faced Specter, the Calamity that faced death and destruction for so many years and he"d rather perish than show even a shred of vulnerability. So this, this is pure torture.
So when the gentle touch of her fingers finds his abdomen, his breath hitches and all four eyes flicker down to watch her. And the look she gives him makes shivers run down his spine and a flush bloom across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. It"s an expression he"s very familiar with, half-lidded eyes that appear to almost glow in the dim light of the room, a courtesy of her technique, and lips pulled into a mischievous smile. She moves to lay her head atop one of his strong thighs, the pads of her fingers still teasingly moving across his skin.
"My King, I"m not sure what led you to believe that I"d be unsatisfied with your... Anatomy. But I assure you, I"ve never wanted to eat someone out as much as right now." She murmurs, moving her neck and pressing an open mouthed kiss to the skin of his thigh, right over the ink that is etched into his skin. And Sukuna can"t help but let out a raspy groan, something in his stomach fluttering at her crude words. He hesitates for a moment before finally speaking.
"Please me." He whispers, his head slightly tilted to the side as he looks down at her, his breathing picking up on speed as his arousal heightens. With a feral grin, she"s scooting her body closer to him, gently blowing cold air down onto his cunt, just to watch it twitch slightly and hear the growl vibrating through his chest. She chuckles before letting a glob of spit land from her lips right onto his sensitive clit, using the tip of her tongue to lap circles around it, gently and lovingly.
Sukuna has to bite down on his lip to stifle the moan that almost slips out and close his eyes tight, letting his head lean back against the pillows. This is the first time in his life that he"s letting someone else so close to him, whenever the lust became unbearable, he just used one of his extra orifices to take care of it himself. So it"s safe to say that her eagerness left him shaken to the core, cunt fluttering as he let himself be pampered by her and her wicked tongue.
While her tongue works him open, she decides to spoil him just a tad more as she lets her hands roam over his perfectly sculpted body, enjoying the warmth of his skin under her palms. Sukuna groans in response as he feels her skilled hands roam over his toned stomach and thighs, teasingly tracing the tattoos with featherlight touches. He slightly hisses when more hands start to greedily grab and squeeze at his flesh, making his head spin. Another trick which she learned a long time ago, phantom hands that were mainly used for self-defense and fighting, until she found out other uses for them.
She grins when Sukuna bucks his hips into her open mouth and she "accidentally" lets the tip of her tongue slip inside his tight entrance. He tenses, his lower pair of arms flying out, one clawed hand clutching onto the mattress while the other one slides down to rest against her head, pushing her face closer to his puffy cunt. His top pair grip at the pillows behind him, dark claws ripping apart the delicate fabric. A muffled chuckle escapes her lips as she sucks at his clit before using her tongue to explore the rest of his wet heat.
As her hands and tongue gradually build speed, Sukuna is left to moan and pant as he desperately clutches at the bed, thighs trembling slightly as his climax approaches. Tiny pleas escape his mouth, making the sorcerer coo up at him, a deep and mean chuckle bubbling up from her chest. The image of Sukuna letting himself loose enough to throw his title and pride aside, just wanting to get pulled deeper and deeper into her perverted world of fun, makes something truly filthy brew in her very soul.
When a particularly needy whine escapes the King of Curses, she feels something within her snap, cursing under her breath. With one last harsh suck to his plump clit, she hauls herself up on her knees and throws one leg over his hip just to grab at his thick thigh and pull his other leg over her shoulder, grinning at him. Sukuna"s warning snarl is interrupted when she positions her own wet cunt over his before lowering herself enough to slowly rub them together, putting more pressure on her hips. Sukuna"s crimson gaze widens before he"s howling in pleasure, back arching to get more of that delicious friction.
She huffs a chuckle before letting out a moan herself as she watches him, grinding her hips against his own in a steady rhythm. One hand still gripping at the leg that"s thrown over her shoulder while the other rests against her own thigh, making sure to steady herself and put more force behind her grinding.
"Feels so good, my King. I can"t believe you"ve kept this from me for so long..." She murmurs, throwing her head back as he focuses on the friction of her clit dragging against his slick folds. A muffled whimper escapes her as she slides her hips harder, Sukuna letting out a similar sound as he pushes his hips into her, cunt fluttering.
"Could"ve been playing with this pussy every day, fuck, look at that. So wet, so beautiful." She says, smiling at him as he lets out another weak whimper, four maroon eyes gazing up at her with longing. He reaches out with one arm, fingers sliding up to rest against the junction between her hip and leg. She briefly wonders what he"s up to before she feels it, letting out a surprised moan as one of his extra mouths opens on his palm, long tongue sneaking out to squeeze itself between their sexes, thrusting and curling to the rhythm of her grinding.
She throws her head back with a breathless chuckle, feeling just how close she is to her peak. A broken symphony of their cries echoes in his private quarters, along with the wet squelches of their shared effort.
"Cum for me... Let go for me... Sukuna." She whispers, eyes once again trailing over his flushed form until they land onto his own two pairs. His face is scrunched up in pleasure, mumbling praises and pleas under his breath.
With one last grind, Sukuna cries out, hips shaking as his orgasm washes over him, all of his eyes rolling into the back of his skull, mouth hanging open. The grip around his thigh tightens for a moment as she presses herself closer to him, letting out a wanton moan as she watches him come undone under her, the image alone triggering her own orgasm. She keeps grinding her hips, feeling as his tongue slowly leaves the mess that is now their holes, until he"s using the hand to try and gently push her away, sobbing slightly at the overstimulation. A small exhale leaves her as she finally separates from him, legs shaking as she positions herself to lie next to him, panting into his shoulder.
She moves to gather the slick from his pussy with her fingers, Sukuna mimicking her moves as his own fingers dip into her entrance before they"re both sucking the mix of their juices from their digits. And moments later, Sukuna is pulling her atop of him, claiming her mouth in a slow, passionate kiss. They stay like that for a while, embracing each other before the sorcerer is moving her lips down to his ear, whispering all the dirty things she"s planning for them to indulge in.
Sukuna grins in response, one of his large palms rubbing at her back while the other softly squeezes at the soft flesh of her ass.
And despite all his talk about how love is worthless and a waste of time, his cruel and cold heart twists in joy, because his little sorcerer accepts him just as he is, because she is loyal to him and vowed to stay by his side until their final days. It"s twisted and sick but it"s the perfect kind of love for people like them. And they wouldn"t have it any other way.