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Our girlfriend looks so pretty from outer space
the world heroes popularity poll art but it's about the moms going on a quest rpg-style and has a goofy isekai title
Deku my only job and motivation is to protect you, but then I see you protected me this far and I am lost on what to do with that, so I keep protecting you out of respect đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„
Fake yourself as human.
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theres no spider pet in the game so this is what i gave my annabelle mii
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just because you havent seen me post about The Character in a while doesn't mean i'm any less insane about them in private
The My Hero Academia brainrot has grasped it's claws onto me since I finally finished watching through the whole series ough Anyway I love Allmight/Toshinori please take these obligatory sketches. +self insert design
happy Valentineâs Day, hereâs a little something I made in celebration
fandoms:
1. nashuri from The Black Panther franchise in the Marvel Cinematic Universe
2. for KING & COUNTRY
3. my sims (and EAâs premade townie), Yulia Yukevich-Volkov & Kristopher Volkov from The Sims 4
4. Eden & Simon Peter from The Chosen TV Series
5. nashuri from The Black Panther franchise in the Marvel Cinematic Universe
lyrics gotten from:
1. Con La Brisa by Foudeqush & Ludwig Göransson
2. This Is Love by for KING & COUNTRY
3. Alive by Adelitas Way
4. Faith by Lacey Sturm
5. Con La Brisa by Foudeqush & Ludwig Göransson
Happy #NaShuri Valentine's Weekend! â„
I forgot yesterday was Valentine's! Y'all forgive me! LOL!
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Gee... that took me quite a while =v='
I wanted to make a comic out of a scene of the fanfiction A Dangerous Game by tsukithewolf on Ao3. I can totally recommend it!!! âšïžâšïžâšïž it's so good ^âą,,âĄâą,,^
Pt [ 1 / ? ]
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Beast - R.S.
Synopsis. Four arms. Four eyes. Two mouths. Ryomen Sukuna has everything he needs and more: power, riches, enough concubines that heâs grown bored of such frivolities. That is, until youâre entering his royal estate as the newest additionâand he just didnât expect such a puny little human to become⊠His favorite.
Pairing. Ryomen Sukuna x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!concubine!reader, Heian era!Sukuna, true form!Sukuna, DP, Sukunaâs second mouth, the Sukuna Estate, other concubines, schemes, sIight pIot, mostly just true form Kuna mmmmpfg, heâs the master, heâs BIG (like really big), four arms, two mouths, heâs FĂRAL, mouth-rĂding, sort of face-sĂtting, p sIapping, oraI (f + brief m), DĂMBlFICATION, making it fit, tight squeezes, stretching, tummy buIges, cervĂx smooches, sIight degradation, brĂ©eding, mentions of heirs, MANHANDLlNG, tension, full nĂ©lsons, overstĂmulation, spĂtting, foIding, stopping you from running, making you CRY, rough s, heâs MEAN, creampĂes, cĂșmpIay, muIti-tasking (iykyk), implied marathon, slight proposals, pet names, swĂ©aring.
Word count. 10.5k
A/N. Blame that split-second frame from the last episode not meâŠ
âOf the eighty-two chambers, you are free to enter most.â Uraumeâs words were smooth, steady, and not a second longer than necessary; just as their steps were down these winding hallways.Â
Youâre hastening your strides to keep up.
âYou may roam in the gardens and libraries. The main kitchen has its doors always open, the Eastern one is for specialty desserts and guests, and the Western one is for poisonsâŠand guests.â They continue, âThe dojo is forbidden to anyone but the master, and you are expected in the Buddha room every evening.â
They suddenly halt.
Boredly, âYou do plan to stay alive, I believe?â
And you could barely breathe, âI-I believe so?â
Youâre realizing that youâve stopped at the end of a massive bridge connecting to a quieter wing of the estateâintricately carved, and accompanied by a slow river drifting underneath. Uraumeâs hand falls to the edge of the lattice doors, âGood. Here we have the concubine quarters-â Looking at you seriously, â-where you shall reside.â
A shiver runs down your spine.
Truth be told, you hadnât expected to get this far.
According to what the stories and legends claimed, a mere mortal like you would have been sniffed outâwould have been sought after, would have your flesh torn to shreds the very second you stepped inside the Sukuna Estate. If not by the monster that inhabited it, then the Estate itself.
Some whispered that it was inhabited by cursed spirits - amongst something far, far worse - that both guarded and imprisoned. Whilst others whispered that the house itself was a cursed spirit in the form of this sprawling aristocratic estateâas vast as a palace. Even more whispered that whomever entered the house gained a taste for blood, and even most claimed that a houseâs auspiciousness reflected that of its masterâs.Â
For who else would inhabit such a place but Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses himself?
If the public whispered about the estate, they simply yelled about the sorcerer that inhabited it. Blood-curdling screams.Â
There was no avoiding the rumors that swirled around the special-grade; those who were unfortunate enough to cross his path painted a picture of a beast more than eight feet tall, with glowing blood-red eyes and horns that tore open the skies. Storms he could silence with a single wave of his hand. His powers were what made legendsânever before had there been seen a sorcerer as strong as he, and it was likely that there never shall be again. Though that was not for a lack of trying, or talent, or assassinations.Â
Despite remaining living, he was depicted in temples and murals of hell. Four arms. Four eyes. Two mouths and countless tattoos. So imbued in his sorcery that it metamorphosed his physical body itself - Ryomen Sukuna was said to be something more than human, but something less than a person.Â
Look at him wrong and you might find yourself without sight. Without life.Â
Thus, not many dared to lay their eyes upon himâbut they didnât have to. He left a pathway of destruction and blood-soaked footprints wherever he went.Â
A kill count higher than several populations.
Wherever he went, it loomed the dark shadow of a hand across the land. Currently that hand was grasped tight around the city of Heian-kyĆ: the home of Ryomen Sukuna, it sat at the very center of the capital. Dubbed aptly by the citizens to be The Estate of the Dead. For no human that wandered inside, will ever wander out.
And yet, thatâs exactly the chance youâd taken today.
Youâd had enough.
Youâd waltzed right up to those grand doors this evening, dwarfing everything and anything around it, and knocked. Dark mahogany panels. Gilded handles. Unlike most noble homes, the Sukuna Estate didnât need to have guards stationed outside itâfor who was mad enough to bother the King of Curses?
You, it seems.
And so the busy road froze around you; the residents paused mid-gossip, the merchants stopped haggling their prices, the carts and wheels creaked to a haltâthe world itself held its breath as the doors to the estate had opened.
And a short, slender person stepped outside.
They were dressed in a dark monkâs robe draped over a white kimono, equally white hair dazzling - almost ethereally odd - underneath the sunlight. They closed the door behind themself, and looked at you intensely. âState your purpose.â
You struggled to remember why you were here in the first place, âI-It is my greatest honor to-â
âHasten.â
âI only wished to-â
âHasten-â
âA position.â
You werenât sure who was more bewildered at the words that blurted out of youâyou or the citizens around you. There were soft gasps that echoed into the air, peering even closer at the strange interaction. However, the attendant merely looked at you uncertainly, and you hurried to explain yourself. âI come seeking employment, my lord of the house.â
âI am but a mere servant.â They replied, raising one hand. âAnd we seek help no longer.â
As they attempted to turn back and go inside, youâre rushing. âPlease-â
Brows furrowed, âI said we seek help no-â
âBut I swear that I shall be the most loyal servant to the masterâŠâ Bowed slightly, a slight rush of relief goes through you as you notice theyâve turned back. Just barely, but itâs something. â-after yourself, of course.â
They huffed in slight amusement.
And your hands shook. Gripped onto the long length of your sleeves, you steadied them before you continued - just as youâd practiced. âI swear upon my soul that no assignment shall be too great, no concern too small. Pleaseâplease, I have scoured every street and alley for weeks now in search of employment, and you have been the only one kind enough to open your doorsâŠAny job is enough for me- any. Just spare me the chance.â Hands twisted together into a plea, âI beg of you.â
They looked slightly taken aback, and you stepped closer to seize your chance.
âMy body is the masterâs, and I shall gladly undertake any task.â You gazed straight into their doe-like, brown eyesââAny task.â
Their lips barely moved as they repeated, âAny?â
âAny.â
There was a ringing silence following your answer, and you knew that everyone in the once-bustling vicinity must have been staring at you. But that didnât matter.
Nothing mattered but the way the white-haired attendant let their brows raise, they appraised you from head to toe.
Head to toe.
Head to toe.
It honestly seemed like forever before they finally sighed, âAt ease.â
And you shot upwards from your painstaking bow with an awed breath.Â
Untold, the doors to the Sukuna Estate opened. They turned around, not meeting your eyes - nor that of anyone around you two - and gestured for you to follow them inside. Stepping inside as though they didnât care whether you proceeded or not, the strange attendant uttered. âI expect you to use your body well to serve the master.â Just barely tilted to the side to take another look at you, âYou have one night to please him.â
The sound of wrought iron echoed through the ancient city like thunder.
And you touched your sleeve once more - your best silk, but more specificallyâŠthe dagger youâd hidden beneath it.Â
You had one night to take down the King of Curses.
In no time, youâd been led around the massive estate by Uraume - theyâd uttered their name to you between the meeting chamber and the second library - and your heart still thumps away at your throat as they now creeeeeeakâ! open the quarters for the concubines. Blood bubbling in your veins. Blade cold against your skin.
There was a buzzing sort of excitement that seemed to extend from the weapon and onto youâonly growing stronger as youâre pacing inside.Â
It wasnât the small, structured sort of barrack that you mightâve expected - you werenât sure the validity, but youâd already heard stories about how concubines were cramped together in certain royal palaces. Bunks on top of bunks. Bodies that remained undernourished and untouched.
However, what Uraume takes you through is a gilded hallwayânothing out-of-place from the rest of the palace. On one side was a line of separate rooms, at the end of the hallway the paneled doors opened to a garden. It had unlit lanterns on the high ceilings and intricate artifacts that seemingly sprouted from the gleaming wooden floors; the spotless corridor branched and divulged into several other rooms and hallways, weighed with nameplates, and you were shocked to realize that each concubine seemed to have their room - no matter how small their rank; there was a lingering of perfume in the air.Â
Fit for royals.
Your eyes bounce off of the walls, and Uraume watches your reaction closely. âI assume it is to your liking?â
âYes-â You wouldnât want to give off the wrong impression - especially not when a mere offense could mean deathââF-forgive me, itâs far more than to my liking, itâsâŠâ Taking another awed look around, â-magnificent. I suppose I didnât expect it to be soâŠâ
âBeautiful?â Uraume seems to read your mind.
And you can only turn to them and nod.Â
They sagely nod, something knowing in their tone. âThe master has an inclination to all that is beautiful and surprising.â Looking at you closely, âParticularly surprising.â
Uraumeâs expression gives nothing away, and you attempt to do the same - the dagger glints coldly against your hand. A single movement and it could cut you. A single movement and it could be in your hands.
You donât know how long they maintain eerie eye contact with you before the sound of footsteps makes you tear your eyes awayâand where youâre perhaps expecting to see the monster, the inhuman, the master of this house himselfâitâs another woman. Human, perhaps.
Donned in expensive silk that robes her figure, she tip-toes towards the two of you with a sheepish smile upon her painted face.Â
She bows, and youâre bowing back.
âForgive my intrusion.â She says as she straightens once more, âIt is seldom we meet a new girl. Perhaps this is forward, but am I right in presuming you are one of the new concubines?â
âO-oh, you are correct.â Youâre surprised by her warm and welcoming demeanour - werenât fights and jealousy typical of close concubine quarters? Wasnât she supposed to scheme and plot against you just as you were doing against her- you suppose your master?
But she takes your hand and beams at you, âThen it is most wonderful to make your acquaintance. Ask me anything you would like.â
Your lips part - unsure what to say - but the white-haired attendant at your side beats you to it by announcing. âDinner shall be served shortly.â They turn, about to make their exit before eyeing you closely. âHuman.â
And you wondered whether they meant to call you humanâŠor they meant that dinner was human.Â
Once those delicate doors slide shut, and Uraumeâs footsteps disappear, youâre just then realizing that you were still holding onto the other womanâs hand. Mustering up some semblance of a smile, youâre asking herââCould you tell me aboutâŠRyomen Sukuna?â
.
.
.
âThereâs a descendant of the esteemed Kamo clan here, as wellââ One of the women chuckle, taking a deep drink of her sake - one of those expensive types that came in an intricate wooden box. She smacks her lips in satisfaction, â-but you just missed her.â
Your heart batters against your chest- you still had the dagger hidden up your sleeve. Setting down your water, you hope that none of the other concubines here can hear the waver in your voice- âI see. Is she perhaps attending theâŠ?â
âHuh?â The woman looks at blearily for a few seconds. âWho? The master?â
You nod silently.
She exchanges a look with one of the other women-
Before bursting into rambunctious laughter.Â
And youâre sitting there confused as they clap one another on the shoulders, as they rattle the food-laden tableâas they wipe mirthful tears from their eyes. Repeating the last sentence to one another and breaking out into peels of laughter once more. Surely, you hadnât said anything too humorousâŠperhaps this was some unspoken rule of etiquette youâd missed?
It hadnât been too long since youâd been somewhat- absorbed into the group of numerous concubines upon concubines that were housed in the Sukuna Estate. Many more than youâd initially predicted - the hallway youâd entered had been just one of many residential wings.Â
Right now, about half of them sat at a long table of which you couldnât clearly see its end - both because of length and the sheer volume of food towering upon it. All sorts of soups and noodles. All sorts of breads and wines. All sorts of meats and charred vegetables. Desserts and colorfully-packaged sweets from around the world that youâd once believed that only the emperor himself would have been able to taste.
It would have been possible to dislike every food youâd ever known, and still find something here that made you wish to stayâŠif just for the food.
You could hear the other half of the women chattering and laughing away in another dining room connected to this one.Â
All in all, your proponent - a woman youâd learned was connected with the Fujiwara family - had told you everything about Sukuna as she introduced you to the other concubines. They took you in readily, to your surprise, and cooed and surrounded and showed you around. Speaking to you about how the estate was designed personally by Sukuna himself. How Uraume was his (human) cook. How he was a ruthless ruler, and the hallways were more often bloodied than notâbut he didnât lay a hand on them.
When theyâd told you this, youâd assumed it was regarding his moreâŠaggressive reputation on the battlefield. You didnât think it meant-
âOur Kamo girl has travelled to Edo.â The woman from earlier - Abe, you remember her name being - continues as the others settle down. She whispers scandalously, âTo visit her lover.â
You breathe in sharply, âThe master permits you to take lovers?â
âIt isnât that he permitsâŠâ Fujiwara smiles warmly at you - not too far down the table. The other concubines nod as she continues, âItâs that he doesnât pryâhe has no time for human frivolities. After all, the master hasnât called for one of the girls inâŠwell, since we can remember. Heâs a picky man. But nowadays, girls enter and leave the estate as they please, as they wish for employment. Most choose to join the house staff in time, for we arenât bound, and the master seems to have no need for concubines these days.â
Surprise overtakes you, your hand grips tightly on your sleeve. But your objectiveâŠ
Abe speaks up now, âWhich is why itâd been quite the surprise to know heâd allowed in yet another.â She leans in with a conspiratorial smile, âPerhaps youâre the type to really get his loins going-â
âAbeâ!â A few other women swat at her.
âI jest- I jestââ She winks at you, âIn part. Would you prefer to lay with the master?â
Something twists at the bottom of your stomach, âI-if it must come to it, I wouldnât mi-â
Youâre cut off as they exclaim in scandal all around you.Â
Fujiwara shakes her head with a smile, then she looks at you. âNo matter what it is, you shall be housed and fed here. You shall never go without despite the masterâsâŠâ
âImpotence?â
ââŠâ
âI jest-â
âWhatâs moreââ She pulls back her sleeves and gestures for a bowl of sake, âGiven the state of affairs, I highly doubt that you would ever have to-â
Just then, thereâs a tap at the sliding doors.
An announcement of Uraumeâs titleâbefore theyâre cracking the entrance open just a fraction. That stark white hair of theirs flashes from the gap in the door, illuminated by both the dim yellow lighting and the curiosity leaking out of the dining room; eyes scanning the vast chamber before finally landing on you.
An utterance of your name.
All eyes snap to you.
âThe master wishes for you to join him tonight.â
One by one, you could feel the jaws of the other women dropâas well as your own. Right alongside something at the pit of your stomach that you couldnât quite describe.Â
As the silence stretches and expands to the other speechless dining chamber- Fujiwara lets out a pointed coughâand itâs all you need to jolt right back to your senses. Scrambling to stand up, you barely have the time to smooth down your kimono before following Uraume out of the room - throwing a cautionary glance over your shoulder.Â
Fujiwara smiles, slightly shocked.Â
Abe winks.Â
The sliding doors rattle closed, and the whirlwind of gossip that follows accompanies you even to the bridge.Â
Head ducked. Hands in sleeves. Uraume remains painfully silent as youâre following them down winding hallways and past chambers vast enough to be estates themselves; and though youâd been given a tour of the place beforehand, you canât help but let your mind get just a little frazzled at the thought of what was to come after.
Of what was to come once they finally stopped.
And they doâafter what feels like nights upon nights, the white-haired attendant stops before two sliding doors - nothing but sliding doors. Though youâd assumed that the King himself might have decked his personal chambers with several of his best guards, youâre realizing with a prickle of anticipation that he didnât need them.
But that only made your job easier.
Invisible hands seem to pull the doors - panes decorated in artwork depicting archery - apart, and youâre entering a room that would have been too lavish for an emperor.Â
A massive rectangular-shaped room of which strange interconnected woodwork make up the flooring; windows towering from floor-to-ceiling, half-hidden by thick curtains of red velvet. They clung themselves onto a ceiling that was gilded, calligraphy rounding the high perimeter, and a chandelier-like composition of lanterns fashioned down from it. Reds and greens and blacks and golds, the most eye-catching painting colors of furniture within.Â
In the far end of the royal chamber was the futon.Â
And you would describe its incredible size and its golden threading, even the red, red blanket that covered it- you wouldâŠbut your eyes were far more interested in who was occupying it.
Thighs spread. Two elbows resting on his knees.
All four eyes locked on you since the moment you step inside-
âUraume.â His lips barely seem to move, though that hoarse baritone is hard to deny. It wasnât as inhuman as you might have expectedâit sounded human and yet, there was surely something malevolent in the way he made your thighs squeeze together with just a single word. âYou are dismissed.â
Youâre feeling Uraume bow deeply next to you, and in the blink of an eye theyâre gone-
In another blink of an eye, Ryomen Sukuna has one large hand stuck out - index quirked at you, he beckons you to him once. Only once.Â
And you gulp as you walk to him.
This was your first time really seeing the King of Curses- fuck. He was wearing nothing but baggy white pants and a strange, carnal inkling about him. Engulfing you in it the second youâre locking eyes with him. The legends were rightâŠsomewhat.
Because Sukuna truly was larger than any mere mortal could ever be: with shoulders sculptured and broad enough that theyâd put your best warriors to shame, with corded muscle around biceps the size of your head, with his pecs creating a bumpy road for his tattoos. He was about nine feet tallâperhaps even taller than the stories said. Far taller. Far stronger. Far more monstrous.Â
Abs consistently patterned his front, disrupted only by the presence of his second mouth - it slashes aaaaall the way across his navel, large nâ licking his cursed lips with a grin.
And those tattoos- oh, those tattoos.
They were the tattoos of a criminal - two looping around each of his four arms like shackles, and then a circle on all four deltoids.
You bite the inside of your cheekâyou knew your mission. But fuck- you wonât deny that a part of you wanted him so bad.Â
Sukunaâs pink hair catches the lantern light as he leans back on two hands, meaty thighs manspreading before you. And in-between you swear you could see the thick, throbbing outlines of two-
âOn your knees.â The King commands. Crimson eyes narrowing, âShould you so wish.â
And your knees are buckling almost instinctually- he raises a rose-pink brow as he watches your hands reach for your sleeveâŠbefore ultimately going against your orders to settle down before the foot of the bed where he was seated.Â
Embarrassment curdles in your chest as youâre crawlinâ yourself closer to him, and the sorcerer himself hums in approval once youâre leaning your cheek against his right thigh. Rubbing.Â
The muscles underneath twitchâand Sukunaâs swollen tips let out a spurt of precum that puddles right in front of your lips. That translucent dampness stretches across the fabric and wets your lips with its salty taste- you whine.
Right before he grasps the back of your sweaty scalp with one massive hand- and shoves your head down onto one clothed cock. Your mouth gaped wide and plopping! right on top of his mushroomy tipâan open kiss against where his sensitive slit was flared outwards.Â
Heâs pulsating against your lips.
And youâre moaning with your eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of his entire tip being nearly fuckinâ big enough to envelop your entire maw-
âDo you understand now?â Sukunaâs tone rumbles from above - low and level in a way that speaks of such power. He doesnât reveal anything more, however. âDo you understand that your puny human body cannot handle me?â
Youâre looking up at him with furrowed brows, âI-I understandâŠâ
âDo you understand that I may ruin you?â
âI understand.â
âDo you understand that you cannot take m-â
âI want you-â And almost as bewildering as the fact that youâve interrupted him, is that Ryomen Sukuna doesnât crush you with his cursed energy on the spot for interrupting him. â-my lord.â
But that seems to be his tipping point. For his large stomach mouth quirks upwards in what almost seems like a smileâ
And Sukuna gruffs out, âThen kiss your King.â
And so youâre gripping onto the soft edge of the mattress and leaning yourself up into his kiss- not the one his face was so ready forâbut one where youâre leaning in and pressing a chaste peck onto his second mouth.
Onto those monstrously large lips hungrily gaping at his stomach.
Onto that fucking hungry - starved - maw so deprived of any touch that heâs immediately slurpinâ the edge of his textured tongue outwards. Attempting to enter his incredible size between your own lips, Sukunaâs only managing to fit about an inch of his cursed tastebudsâswipinâ the insides of your heated cavern and making you gasp, before heâs searing his grip into your scalp and tugging you off-
âNaughty naughty.â He trundles. And yet thereâs a glimmer of something different in his eyes that told you Ryomen Sukuna was almostâŠexcited. Heâs patting one side of him on the futon, âCome up here with me, insolent thing.â
In no time, youâre hauled onto the bed and straddling the infamous King.Â
Thighs struggling to squeeze around his toned core, cunt drooling your slick through your panties. As youâre inadvertently rubbing uuuup and down his ridged abs- it creates a snail trail of glistening sap that trickles all the way down to his pinkish-brown happy trail.Â
Sukuna titters once he leans his head down and takes in the mess - nâ then heâs gripping one side of your waist with a single hand.Â
Squeezing lightly, it doesnât take even a mere fraction of his power to glide the exterior of your pussy down those unruly tufts of hairâdooooooown in a carnal scratch as he positions you directly on top of his second mouth.
His second mouth.
Now gaped wide open and fucking ravenous.
Immediately cracking apart from each other with a parched gasp- something deep and rumbling from his underbelly. It reminds you of a creature thatâs been starved for eonsâsomething that makes shivers run up your spine right from the in-betweens of your drippinâ wet cunt. Right as youâre feeling his oversized tongue press aside your ruined underwear and start to eeeeeease inside-
âFuh-fuuuuckââ Dazed peripherals rolling to the back of your head - without even realizing it, youâre planting your feet onto the futon and bucking- whether more into Sukunaâs cursed mouth or away from itâŠyouâre unsure.
But heâs making the decision for you. Heâs cupping either side of your hips with two clawed hands, letting those pointed tips dig into your clammy flesh, âEasy-â Letting out a rumbling chuckle. âEasy there, woman.â
Gasping, youâre lurching-Â
âEasy.â
And itâs all he needs to steady you.
Itâs all he needs to tighten his hold onto your squirminâ body, until itâs like heâs attached onto you with adhesive. It doesnât take much of him to move you âround and spread open those folds even further like a pretty flowerâthat massive tongue of his wastes no time before swirling around that first ring of muscle. Cutely clenching around him- fuck, he canât wait.
Before slurping his muscle back and shoving it straight between your pussylips.Â
Through the popping pressure in your ear, âBecause howâre you gonna take my cocks otherwise?â
And you really didnât forget who you were dealing with, did you?
You really didnât think that Ryomen Sukuna - the King of Curses - was going to go easy on youâŠdid you?
Because without even waiting for your struggling walls to get used to the size, his enlarged tongue reels all the way backwards with a deafening slurp! Right until the curvaceous tip was ticklinâ at your entrance, before Sukunaâs thrusting all the way back in. Again.
Your toes curl. Your eyes dart instantly to the back of your head.Â
Sukuna himself cracks a smirk- before heâs then doing it again.
And again.
âDonât think yer running from it.â A third hand ends up plastered atop your clammy scalp- dangerously gripping your head and puuuuuushing you down onto him.Â
As far as your tight hole would let him. Your thighs quiver, âB-but-â Bucking.
âNow now, bratââ Pushing you back down. âYa get what youâre given.â
Again and again.
It doesnât matter how many times youâre twisting on top of him because of the ruthless swabbinâ of his tastebuds inside. Honed at the very tip and zig-zagging around in a way that makes you viscerally shake on top of himâheâs slipping his velvety muscle inside and stirring it a few times to get a reeeeally good feel for your walls. For how much youâd stretch. âBecause you shall fit- ohâŠâ He seethes between clenched canines, nose scrunched at the very top. âYou must- fit it. You must not run away.â
Another tough battering ram of his thick tongue - itâs almost adorable how your poor body is being jerked to and fro. He murmurs, âFor who can possibly escape Ryomen Sukuna? Heh.â
His tongue seems to wind nâ stretch even deeper inside you after his own self-praise - you always have heard rumors about the King of Curses being particularly egotisticalâŠthough righteously.Â
And again and againââP-please.â Sukunaâs second tongue fills you up in all sorts of ways youâve never felt before - not with the texture or the size or the complete and utter needâŠThose ridged tastebuds of his were pushinâ into eeeeevery single nook and cranny he could reach - which was all of them. At least, as far back as your dewy walls were allowing him to go, âSuch a size should be-â
âNecessary.â Heâs cutting you off cleanly. âBesidesâŠâ
Sukuna raises a pink brow, leaning backwards on the mattress to watch his massive tongue indulge in and out. In and out. In and out.
Your puffy folds being pushed apart at a rapid pace, your gloss seeping everywhere as he tunnels insideâheâs letting out a low whistle of approval as his second mouth creates such a mess between your legs. Monstrous tongue jerking outwards and slapping the front of your cunt teasingly- it makes a fresh wave of your juices slather down your thighs.
And he smiles - already knowing that heâs going to clean this up later.
The Kingâs chest rumbles with satisfaction, âHeh- you should be aware, little humanâŠthat mânot even halfway inside yet.â
There were two things in that sentence that drove you utterly wild: the fact that he mentioned he was barely inside, and the fact that he saidâŠyet. As though to prove the point heâd just sparked inside your muddled brain, Sukuna arches his hips off the bed and ruts-
Pistoning his tongue a mere inch deeper.
Even though - to you - it feels like heâd just struck his tongue against your very throatââWh-what you claimingâŠâ Your thighs quake as he continues fucking you between them, âHow much longer may you possibly have to go?â
âOhâŠan inch, two, fourâŠ.seven.â Sukuna tilts his head airily, âTch- such tedious tasks are meant for humans. How about you count instead?â
You balk, âPardon, master?â
âCount, little human.â And without a single warning, his fourth hand snakes underneath your flapping kimono- between those sopping pussylips and squeezing at your poor clit. âYour master orders you to count.â
And the only thing you can possibly do is let your eyes shutter at the pleasure, lips trembling as Sukunaâs second tongue finds its mazinâ way across your walls. As youâre struggling to get a single word out, however, at least the ruthless sorcerer slooooows his pace down to something more languid- making sure you feel every bump and vein.
Every quirk.
Every inch.
Until finally youâre throwing your head behind and vocalizingâafter only a few sloppy strikes. âT-twoâŠâ
âHehâŠinteresting.â One of those gnarled hands clasped onto your sides reaches upwards nâ grabs onto your pretty face, smushinâ those cheeks together as he stares deeply into your eyes. Sukuna takes in your dazed peripherals, your spit-glossed lips - the way you looked completely and utterly gone on his tongue, and yetâŠstill managed to answer his question.
Mere mortals never did manage to surprise him anymore. You, howeverâŠ
Before even he knows what heâs doing, Ryomen Sukuna leans inwards and spits between your gaped maw. Rushing to then kiss you with his own lips - eyes widened, mouth hungry. He looks bewildered himself, as his cursed mouth continues rubbinâ your pussy rawââIt seems we have a feisty little human on our hands.â Three out of four hands groping at your sides and making you ride him-
Youâre trembling.
âAnd yet, who told you to cease your counting?â
Thwack!
âThreeââ You cry out. Expectedly, Sukuna was meanâthat fourth nâ final hand of his plasters his knobbly fingertips against your sensitive nub. Spanking you hard enough to see stars.
But Sukuna only grins, âIncorrect.â
Yet another spank. Yet another brush of his cursed tongue inwards- and you swear that youâre starting to hear his second mouth start to snicker to himself. Was that even possible?Â
Were you even thinking? Were you even breathing?
It doesnât take his keen eyes long to realize that heâs left you completely and utterly stupid on his tongueâjust so luscious and lewd. Spreadinâ apart your puffy folds and funneling your insides with him, âFour- fourââ
âCorrect.â Just to tease you, those fingers of his leave another rude spank.
And Sukuna doesnât bother letting you gather your bearings before heâs delving even deeper.Â
âF-fiveâŠâ Youâre trembling out as you feel the massaging texture of his tastebuds enter, theyâre pokinâ into spots you hadnât even realized you had - filling out your tight channel and leaving his shape molded straight into your cunt. âAnd is thatâŠngh- six?â
âThat was seven.â He rumbles out in a smug tone.
Your jaw drops as you register the massive number - seven inches of his cursed tongue fucking your pussy. And yet it still doesnât seem as though heâs planning to stop anytime soonâŠ
Back arched, youâre keeping your hands on top of Sukunaâs broad shoulders. Nails digging into his deltoids. And with all the strength that you could muster, youâre attempting to riiiiiide your hips back down onto hisâgrinding in figure-eight motions.
Sukuna was already manhandling you down onto him - now it might just be your turn to control the cadence. To control how much of him went inside you.
âJ-just fuck me alreadyââ Youâre pleading. Your jaw drops with a parched whimper, hips veering down harder and harder- âNgh- that was eight. Nine. Just fuck me- all of me.â
Sukunaâs eyes widen in slight surprise- before heâs quickly catching himself and tightening the two hands at your waist. âNow nowâŠeasy there. Go too fast for a little human, and yer going to hurt yourself.â
âBut I need it.â Lip jutting out in the cutest damn pout, âI need you inside me, Kuna.â
His breath catches, âRepeat what you just uttered.â
Back bending into the most delicious curve, pushing up against his sweaty pecs. Youâre sobbing out as his stomach mouth gapes even wider nâ seemed to push in even more, more, moooore of his sultry inchesââN-nine and a halfâŠ? I need you inside-â
âNot that-â Smacking your clit once more. â-you insolent brat.â The tip of his tastebuds reach the very back of your pussy, and itâs a sensation you just canât describe. âThatâŠtitle. I command you to hah, repeat it.â
âTitle?â
Thwack!
âRepeat it.â
And itâs taking everything and anything in you - in your utterly cockdrunken mind - to conjure up the faintest inkling about what Sukuna was talking about. To let your head throw back with a final primal cryâfor the first time since heâd started fucking you with his stomach mouth, youâre finally feeling your ass cheeks seat down properly on top of his washboard abs.Â
And then youâre finding yourself in his strong arms, your moans muffled into his actual mouth. âT-ten.â Gasping through the constant drool nâ sounds of pleasure clogging up your throat, âThatâs ten, Kunaââ
And there it was.
Theeeeeere it was - in more ways than one.
Ryomen Sukunaâs getting to hear that sultry nickname fall from your mouth once more - for some inexplicable reason leaving the tips of his ears feeling warm - and heâs getting to see you complete his command.
Ten entire inches of his cursed second tongue- lickinâ away every trace of sap at your inner thighs, before heâs pushing it all the way inwards. Inwards and inwards. The maw slashed across his stomach grins as heâs hitting the very back of your pussy-
And before you know it, the King is tugging you into his arms.
He kisses your mouth sloppily while his second tongue continues fucking you between your legs. Harder by the minute.
Sukuna grunts as he opens his mouth wiiiiide nâ slips his tongue between your jaw- âSuck on my tongue.â Heâs echoing out in a hollow tone.
And you can do nothing but squeeze your glossy lips togetherâeagerly suckling on his tongue. Youâre unsure whether it was from your lavish dinner prior or whether itâs just how hazy your brain is, but youâre finding him to taste almostâŠsweet.
And your eyes roll to the back of your head as you do so-
âHeh-â Sukuna manages to pant out between kisses, open-mouthed and hot. âNow both pairs of pretty lips are sucking on my tongue.â
And your jawâŠdrops- only for him to use the opportunity to kiss you even deeper.
Making you ride his stomach mouth whilst he kisses you stupid - his tongue probing inwards, inwards, inwards in looooong slick thrusts. Scrapinâ every orifice inside but especially bending around to hit your g-spot.Â
Youâre sure your body jolts as you feel the sudden zaps of charged pleasure, setting your body positively alight. âI-Iâm so close, master.â You pout, âI must- hah- cum.â
âMust, hm?â Sukuna mutters - almost to himself. âAnd am I to believe that my human deserves to cum? Am I to believe that she is ready to take both my cocks?â
Nodding fervently, âY-yesâyes, please-â
âAm I to believe that she will have no trouble taking me down to the very womb?â
âYes-â
Crimson eyes narrow, âI will not slow down, needy human. Am I to believe that-â
âYes-â Just so gone on your impending high. So close.Â
And to your surprise, the King merely chuckles as youâre interrupting him - had this been anyone else, then they would have found themselves being made an example of. But youâŠyouâre finding yourself jerked almost aggressively upwards as he bucks his hips, more to run the ridges of his cursed tastebuds along the interior of your walls. Harder. Faster.
You hurtle straight into your high at an incredible pace-
âIf you had let your King finishâŠâ Itâs the last thing youâre hearing before the pleasure overtakes you - Sukunaâs rumbling tone. â-then perhaps you would have known my question was whether Iâm to believe you shall give me an heir in my name.â
His question was going to be whether youâd give him an heir.
His question was going to be whether youâd give him an heir.
But youâre unable to articulate anything more than a few whimpers nâ grunts - because the waves of your orgasm that overtake you are enough to leave you numb. Enough to leave you babbling. Enough to leave you shaking on top of Sukunaâs toned body as he shovels his fat tongue in and out.
In and out. In and out.
The way his overlarge tongue curved was just perfect for hittinâ every spot, and youâre feeling him time out your peaks perfectlyâknowing juuust when the surges of your dopamine were at their highest.Â
Just then, heâd slam! his flattened tastebuds onto the exact spot of your nerves. Fingers nothing but a dizzying blur between your legs as he rolls his thumb over your clit, âGonna take my t-tongue-â Sukuna spits between honed canines, âGonna take my cocks then- gonna take my seed.â
âSh-shiiiiitââ You yowl, âIt feels so good, Kuna-â
âThatâs âmasterâ to you.â He scoffs, nose sliding down the column of your throat. Sukuna takes one more look at the way youâre swallowing him up - at the way you grind deeper to stuff his glistening muscle between your pussylips, and shivers. âOrâŠconsider yourself lucky to be shown mercy this time, human. Say thank you.â
âThank you, Kuna.â
âTch-â
And with that said, itâs not long before youâre completely and utterly fucked through your orgasm by the mouth on his stomachâthrough every tiny shred nâ ounce of pleasure.Â
Once Sukuna feels your quiverinâ pussy finish, heâs pulling out of you with the most lecherous squelch! Letting your thighs drape limply around his waist for a few seconds- thatâs as long as the King can manage before heâs sitting up on the futon and flipping the two of you around.
So that your back was against the mattress. So that your head was hitting the pillows.
Sukuna crawls his massive figure down the length of your body- four arms pinning back your slick-sheened legs as he pushes his head between them. Heâs wasting no time before digging his larger-than-mortal nose between your sodden pussylips and giving your cunt a good liiiiiiiiick of his actual tongue - this time tasting you with his actual mouth.
âShitââ Youâre surging up from your comfortable position, sparks sizzling in your brain. âA-again, Kuna?â
âYour master never had his fill.â
And with that said, heâs lavishinâ your pussy with countless long licks and dribbles. Lips glued to your folds. Breathing through his nose. Sukuna darts his tongue out - thick, though definitely not to the extent of his stomach mouthâs - and zig-zags it across your entrance.
Easing his wet muscle insideâinside and inside. Heâs scourinâ every inch of your walls as though to check every mark heâs made before. Just so tender.Â
The velvety inches of his tastebuds flickering in and out- five inches long, youâre realizing automatically. Far longer than a normal humanâs.
And it just drives you insane.Â
The edges of his fangs nip either side of your entrance - Sukuna had already left you so raw with his cursed tongue prior, so now itâs only taking a few seconds before heâs getting you to spray your orgasmic juices all over his mouth once moreââK-Kuna, Iâm close.â
He hums at the feeling of your trembling fingers weaving into his pink hair, âClose? Stupid brat, youâre already cumming.â
The wetness of your cunt spills down his chin.
And Sukunaâs dragging his tongue iiiiiiiiiiiin and out at a constant, sloppy pace to get you through your high. To elongate it. Curving the pointed tip of his tongue against your g-spot - he holds it there for a few seconds just to feel you shake nâ clench around him.
Before heâs breathing through his nostrils and starting to synchronize your peaks with the slashes of his tongue. âMhmmmmââ He moans out sultry vibrations, they send shockwaves up your spine. âYes- fuck, yes. I believe this pussy is ready for me.â
Raging through you hard and fast - he doesnât have much time before your legs start to twitch cutely with overstimulation. Tears sheening down your face. Your jaw unfastened with the most sinful noises.Â
Sukunaâs prominent nose pushes up against your clit and youâre crying outâ
Looking up at you with hungry, half-lidded eyes. âI believe this pussy is ready to be my queen.â
With the pins and needles of your last two orgasms still coursing through your body, itâs nothing but a blur to you as Sukuna hovers his large body over yours once more. And itâs as if one second youâre blinking up into his handsome face, and in the nextâyouâre finding him laid back against the mattress- and you laid back against him.Â
Your head rests against his collarbone. Your back was arched against his stomach mouth.
Your legs were dangling off somewhere around his lower half- until Sukuna reaches two of his powerful arms down to position you properly. First, heâs grabbing either side of your waist and aligning you with where his clothed erections wereâthen heâs spreading your legs wiiiiiiide open.
Finally, heâs cupping his clawed hands underneath your thighs and pulling them up, up, up, upwardsâuntil they were stretched out almost beyond your ears. And Sukuna was just basking proudly in this rude full nelson that heâd manhandled you into.
Gruff laugh echoing by the side of your ear, âAnd nowâŠâ In the corner of your teary peripherals, youâre seeing his other two arms bend to your lower half. â-to check for myself whether this pussy can really follow ordersâŠâ
Your kimono was already an utter mess- and Sukuna doesnât have to do much to have it bunched around your naked hips. Your cunt all glistening with slick nâ saliva from earlierâhissing at the heated air thatâs hitting you. âShitâŠI need you so badly, master.â
âThen I expect you to take every inch.â He replies ominously. Just then, his eager fingers drop to the hemline of his pants. âI expect you to take every drop-â
And heâs tugging.
Only for your jaw to fallâ
Because Ryomen Sukuna wasnât just huge - youâd already expected as much, given his height and other physical prowess. But he was just staggering.
Just like the rest of him, there was double the number of appendages as there would be on a normal human. Two achingly-hard cocks stacked on top of each other. Inches upon inches. Despite your counting challenge earlier, youâre having trouble registering the sheer lengths that he could possibly be - tenâŠnoâŠ.twelve? Perhaps even longer. Though youâre noticing that the upper one was just the slightest bit longer than the other.
Both just as girthy.Â
Round and reddened. The plump, puckered tips upon their ends throbbed with carnal desire- oozing out generous helpings of milky-white precum that dribble down the front of your cunt. It mixes with the mess already made before, and leaves your thighs sticky with need.Â
Heavy ballsack twitching underneath his second shaft. So many veins that you lose count.
âK-Kunaââ Youâre whimpering as he starts to rub the shafts of his two cocks between your swollen pussylips. Pushinâ them apart and making space for his ruthless girths instead, âWant it inside, Kuna- hck! I really crave you inside meâŠâ
âOh, little humanâŠâ He coos from above. Larger face craning down next to yours, âDid you really believe that I was hesitating? That I was waiting for you?â
âI supposeâŠâ
âHereâs where you are mistaken, my puny thing.â Sukuna trundles, and you donât have to look behind to know that his sharp fangs were making an appearance. âI am no kindred man.â
A shiver runs down your spine.
And before you can open your mouth to ask what exactly he meantâhis rounded tips press against your wettened crevice. Just the sweetest dual pecks, theyâre letting out harsh slurps! as he starts to slip around your needy hole. âI wasnât waiting for your body to get ready, as you so might have believed.â
âTh-thenâ?â You sob.
âI was waitingâŠâ Your body bucks down into his, your hands reach up to grab at his pinkish locks and-Â
And your dagger slips out.
His voice grows excited. âI was waiting-â Both of you reach for it at the same time, Sukuna with his four arms and you with your two. Your heart stutters- your hand closes around the thick, metallic hiltâââŠfor a distraction.â
Several things are happening at once: for one, Sukuna finally forgoes teasinâ at your readied hole to instead scour his cocks inside - fucking in with a long, hard thrust. Deeeeeeeply pressing against your cervixâit feels as though heâs splitting you sensually from the inside out, and youâve never felt anything better.
And then youâre closing your fingers around the blade - tight - and aiming behind you to press the sharpened edge of it against his throat.Â
You knew youâd struck your target. Especially when you feel the dagger tremble as he chuckles- chuckles. The King of Curses has the audacity to chuckle.
When you have a weapon to his throat.
Youâre unsure whether it was overconfidence or something else entirely- but his hips donât falter for a single second as he rams his swabbinâ tips thoroughly inwardsâthumping away at the back of your pussy. Your ears sizzle with the slamming impact of skin-on-skin, âAnd so?â He mutters to you, âFor what reason do you stall? Do it.â
You grit your teeth, blade pressing against his sunkissed skin until a bead of crimson peppers out. âDo you believe that I am too cowardly to do so?â
âForbid the thought.â Sukuna hums, âA King assassinated by his favorite concubine? How romantic. I merely implore you to hasten-â
âI shallââ
âSo do it.â
âDo not regret-â
âDo it.âÂ
In fact, he leans in even closer as though to help you.
Heâs fucking you deep from the rounded orifice of your cunt, to the very depths of your womb. Pulse thundering inside - until it felt like he was taking over every single part of youâuntil your teeth were set on edge, and the thud-thud-thudding of his matching cocktips was all that you could think of.Â
Your hand trembles around the hilt.
Your lips wobble with emotion.
Your eyes lock deeply with Sukunaâs own hellishly crimson ones, and-
And the dagger falls gently onto the cotton futon.
Sukunaâs body ripples with a sensation that couldâve been anything from pleasure, to victory, to utter gleeâbut most of all, his tone just sounded awed.Â
âI knew there was something special about you, woman.â
And then youâre being crushed in Sukunaâs arms as far back as you would go - as high as your legs could reach above your head, as curvaceously as your spine could bend against his core. Heâs manhandling you like nothing but a ragdoll above himâplastered to his muscular back, youâre at the mercy of his vicious thrust after thrust.
The stretch was just incredible.
The stretch was like nothing youâve ever felt before.
Two thick, loooooooong shafts that were mazinâ between your sopping pussylips- the rounded edges of their cockheads manage to swerve your tight walls apart. Jostling against one another. Throbbing in synchronization inside you - ba-dump! Ba-dump! Ba-dump! Scraping his thumping veins inside and reaching aaaall across every nook, orifice, and cranny. Just so big.
Sukuna himself grunts out in pleasure as his cocks manage to press through the slight resistance you still maintained - his cursed tongue had stretched you out incredibly, and heâs groaning out in pleasure as his cocks manage to slide against one another and then against you- âAnd now- hah, and now I believe you remember what you promised me?â
âPromised?â Your lashes flutter open, âI-Iâm afraidâŠâ
âYou promised me an heir.â
Your maw droops open. Your heart starts to race.
Your cuntâs drooling out your arousal at the prospect faster than you could register it- and Sukuna feels the sploshinâ leaks around his thickened bases. His grin stretches as he takes in your unspoken reaction, and before you know itâboth sliding cocks are knocking at the door to your very womb-
âAnd Iâm not Ryomen Sukuna if I donât fuck one into you tonight, brat.â
Rough thrusts. Crushing you in his big, beefy arms.Â
Closer and closer. Tighter and tighter.Â
If you thought that youâd been treated like a ragdoll earlier- then youâd been lucky. Because now youâre pressed between his bulging biceps and his pecs, sweat covering both your bodies in a thin sheen as your movements grow more and more ferventââFuck a- hah, fuck my heir into you.â Sukuna was barely speaking by now - short, rasping bursts. âFuck you so big and fuuuuuuuull.â
Running two hands down your frontââMaster, I have doubts that it gets much more full than this.â
And he lets out what almost sounds like a guffaw, âIt can.â
âWh-what do you mean- oh.â
And all this time, youâd been damn thankful that Sukuna had chosen to stretch you out on his oversized tongue firstâhow else would you have fit him so easily? Softeninâ up the snug exterior of your channel. Mapping out your sweetest spots.Â
Because it just made it even easier to slip insideâit just made it sooooo much more convenient for his dual tips to probe open your wet cunt. Inching and easing.
But then youâre starting to feel a third intrusion.
Then youâre starting to feel his needy tongue once more.
Youâre gasping-Â
The slightest, smallest ticklish sensation ofâŠnone other than his cursed mouth dragging down the inner sorts of your thighs. Just teasing. Just the roughened ridges of his tastebuds, long enough that he can snake them down and flatten them over that soft skin beside your cunt.
And in a matter of mere moments, Sukunaâs rugged hands settle deeper against your skin. Tight. Tough. Heâs double-checking to make sure that your restless hips couldnât skin away- before reeling his hips back and penetrating you in longer, harder rutsâeach rude slamminâ of his cocks accompanied by the soothing laps of his cursed tongue.Â
âY-yet againâ?â Youâre blabbering out stupidly. Tears falling in big, bulbous beads down either of your cheeks and ending up smeared, âKuna-â
âMhmmmm.â He hums out - and you could almost hear the smugness in it. The way his piercing canines make an appearance as he says, âItâs for your own good, brat.â One of his hands lifts off of your sweat-covered body - folded like a lawnchair - and Sukuna runs it down your middle.
He stops right above where both his swabbinâ cocks and his tongue had started to form a tiny bulge at your stomachââS-sensitive-â
âExactly.â He sounds so content with himself. So damn content.
Those handsome lips - both pairs of them - quirk further upwards as heâs massaging the front of your stomachâparticularly over that one spot where youâre stuffed till youâre bloated. Pressing down-down-dooooown- âAnd how shall this puny human body handle carrying my heir, hm?â He growls as he accelerates his ruts, âHow?â
Mouth sobbing open in answer.
You're gripping onto either side of his muscular body and swervinâ your hips in response- unsure whether you wanted to rut back down for more or justâŠ
âRunning away?â Sukuna's dangerous trundle sounds from behind you, and the clasp he has on your shuddering body only grows stronger. Before you know it, youâre being manhandled like nothing but his favorite toy and shoved right back onto his twin erections-
He continues, âIf you canât handle two of my cocksââ Theyâre emptying out at the bottom of your pussy with two distinct thuds! The top one first, and then the squeezinâ of the latter. âIf you canât even handle my tongueâŠthe babies of my lineage tend to be large.âÂ
Palm pressing down on your stomach.
âDoes this pretty womb have enough space?â
And thereâs nothing more for you to do but throw your head backwards and buck up into his awaiting arms. Heâs only seeming to crush you even deeper against his toned body, âIt does-â
âWhat was that?â One pink brow raises.
âI s-said it doesâit does.â Youâre blabbering away, thighs attempting to wrangle downwards so that you can steady yourself. But the only thing thatâs succeeding in doing is making Sukuna tighten his restraint on you maddeningly - âI can fit even more of you- hngh, I can fit yourâŠâ
He grins- and this time itâs his second mouth that hisses demandingly at you. âSay it.â
âHeir in hereâŠâ And if this was any other time - if youâd been in any clearer of a state of mind - you wouldnât have said such embarrassing words in your lifetime. And yet, here you wereâbouncinâ down welcomingly into Sukunaâs largely gaped maw. âI want it, Kuna.â
âHeh?â He grins, âThen brace yourself.â
And itâs the only warning youâre getting - honestly, youâre surprised to realize that heâd given you any at all.Â
Because in the next few seconds- his cursed mouth goes from lappinâ away at the sweet, sweet juices coating the edges of your cuntâto slithering between those puffy pussylips of yours and attempting to devour your pussy whole again.
Two arms laced behind your clammy scalp. Two more arms reaching down to toy with your overstimulated pussy.
âO-oh gods-â Hiccuping through your tears as you start to feel the pleasurable burn of your pussylips stretchinâ once more.
Wider and wider.
Deeper and deeper.
In, in, and inâ
Sukuna's second mouth tenderly whips apart your wet wallsâwith the most lecherous squeeeelch! he's then attempting to stroke his tongue inwards between the thrusts of his dual cocks. Sharp, stabbing thrusts. Just to fit inside.
Three- three of his sinful appendages attempting to stuff you all full - you're losing your mind already with his throbbing cocks, but now Sukuna's tongue was a different sort of texture altogether that was just leaving you on the verge of-
âYou can cum.â The King sputters out against your temple, lips moving what seems like a mile a minute. âBut you have to remember to reward me with a strong heir after, hm?â Tap-tapping at the tummy bulge he was fucking into you, âHafta give me one with my powers. Hafta give me one that- hngh, I can train into the strongest. Hafta give me one with- haaaahâŠâ He breathes out laboriously, â-that smile.â
Your eyes shoot open as youâre registering exactly what heâs uttered, âKunaâŠfuck, it feels so good.â
âPleaseâŠâ And it might just be the first time that youâve witnessed the infamous Ryomen Sukuna utter a word of plea since youâve met him. That chiselled cheek of his nuzzles down the side of your temple, â-call me your husband.â
Oh.
Oh.
Youâre barely even given enough time to let the entire ordeal sink of having him inside you sink in- before the wooden panels beneath the futon creeeeeeakâ! And Sukunaâs arching his hips fully off of the dampened mattress, entering his entire greedy lengths into your pussy.
Again and again.
Reeling back until it was only the plump, glossy tips kissinâ at your entrance - before drag-drag-dragging his pulsating length inwards. In-between he just barely manages to squeeze his textured tongue inside.
Repeating once. Twice. Thrice. So many times that youâve lost count, and youâre barely in control of your own ministrations as a third hand stuffs between your pussylips and squeezes your neglected clit.
And then your overstimulationâs hitting you all at once. All at once.
And Sukuna realizes it before you do- when youâre shivering primally on top of him and cumming once more. Around his cocks. Around his mouth. Itâs such a white-hot pleasure that bursts stars behind your eyelids, creating heat at the tips of your toes and then sending it searing through every vessel within you-Â your body shakes in his hold as the dopamine courses right through you.Â
His lips crack into a chuckle, and heâs cooing softly down at you as he ruts his hips even harderâfucking you through every peak. âTheeeeeere, thereâŠâ Something almost sweet- though you know better than to expect sweet from Ryomen Sukuna. âMy poor human couldnât handle it?â
âI-I canâŠâ Youâre arguing back- even though your answer sounds like nothing but a jumbled mess of syllables. The sheer force of the high that wracks through you is enough to make your head spin, thighs shakeâfucked up, up, and up by his never-ending hips.Â
And he can only smile, âIs that soâŠ? Then perhaps my fierce concubine wonât mind if I justâspeed up a little bit.â
Even more?
Your mouth drops as youâre perhaps getting ready to beg for mercy- before even the choked-up syllables at your throat start getting fucked back down by his roverinâ tips.
Rubbing their flared ridges across every spot of your insides, dribblinâ out gooey precum into the smallest nooks and crannies. Youâre feeling the sultry slickness of it puddling up deep inside you, and itâs almost enough to send you raging right into another high-
âK-Kunaâ!â Your voice cracks.
âI know, heh.â He snickers, deep and hoarse. âI can feel this pussy begging even more fâme.â A few more vicious strokes and youâre feeling another faint arc of pleasure that youâre sure must be your nth high of the night.Â
Hard and fast.
Hitting through every one of your bundled nerves- but especially that g-spot heâd bruised by now. Two large circular marks in the exact shape and circumference of his bludgeoning tips - they were slapping at two separate timesâone after the other. Ba-dump! Ba-dump!Â
ExceptâŠthis time, Sukunaâs own thickened cocks twitch inside of you as youâre clenchinâ through your high-
âAnd donât you worry, bratâŠâ He growls from behind, âThis time, your husbandâs not too far behindââ
Your eyes flutter open in pure shock- and one of his hands reaches down to tilt your chin to look at him. âShit-â
âSay it fâme.â Sukuna rasps, âSay it- call me your husband while I cum inside.â
And who were you to deny an order from the King himself?Â
The words are barely escaping your lipsââC-cum inside me, husbandâŠâ
Before the strongest sorcerer in history throws his head back and jerks his hips upwards- letting the pouring wads of his cum plug your pussy up twofold. Whatâs better than one of his cocks seeping deeply at your innards? Two of themâŠThere are so many gooey wads of it trickling all deeeeep inside- splashinâ against the spongy layer of your cervix. Swashing down your tight channel.
Youâre shuddering as you feel the delicious sensation of him sprayinâ inside you - a sheer volume that ends up frothinâ in-between your legs. A circle of white forms around both of Sukunaâs thick bases. âThere we go-â He snarls. âThere- there, we goâŠâ
âShitâit feels so, nghâŠâ You donât even have the words. Your body quakes as his ridged tastebuds start tickling the outer parts of your pussy. Long, luscious licks - itâs enough to make you cum again.
âAnd this baby shall become my heir.â Sukuna whispers - mostly to himself than anything. He runs a hand down the sweat front of your body, left ever-so-slightly more inflated with his constantly-pumping cum. âThis baby shall be taught to become the strongest. This baby shall be- hah, feared amongst the nationâs lands and beyondâŠâ His fanged smile grows, âKnown by my name, I shall teach this baby to protect its mother with their life.â
The fatness of his tongue dips between your swollen pussylips- lapping again and again. Heâs torn between drinkinâ up and pushing back the pearly white beads of cum that kept on leaking from you.
And youâre merely draped limply over his front. Crushed to his powerful body.Â
âAnd this babyâs gonna become the most precious thing in this- hah, estateâŠâ You feel him press a kiss to your temple, â-alongside you, of course, Your Majesty.â
âMajestyâŠ?â
âThe Queen of Curses.â
For who couldâve tamed the infamous Ryomen Sukuna?
In no time, heâs finally fucked himself into your pussy through his high- and itâs a tangled mess of limbs and moans as Sukuna attempts to pull out. Before realizing that his cocks were probed in too deeply, before realizing that that would mean letting his pool of cum spread out of your cunt.
Losing all his hard work.
And so he sniffs haughtily, reaching one pair of his hands up into the air and clicking-
In a split-second, youâre finding your back against the pillows. As if in a dream, youâre blinking up to stare into Sukunaâs handsome faceâtwo hands braced upon either side of your head, both cocks still shovelled deeply inside of you. Throbbing. Did he justâŠdid he just use his powers to change-
âYes.â He answers your unspoken question- of perhaps it had been spoken, youâre too drunk on his cocks to realize whether or not youâd blabbered it out loud. âI call itâŠteleporting.âÂ
âTh-that should be outlawed-â Youâre gasping. The air around you felt tightened with what you assumed must be his cursed energy - youâd heard the stories about them. Who didnât?
And he merely hums, âI am the law, woman.â
Without another word, one of his four hands snake between your legs- his cursed second mouth had finished up lappinâ at the coat of cum around your thighs. And he licks his lips and belches almost gluttonously once Sukuna reaches down to cup your pussy andâ
âO-oh.â Something buzzes between your overstimulated legs.Â
Almost as soon as itâd started, itâs over- and Sukuna pulls his hand awayâand then his rugged cocks. Letting out the most lecherous sluuuuurp! as heâs reeling his hips away, rounded tips funnel out from between your pussylips and leaving such a-
WaitâŠyour eyes widen. There was no mess - whatever technique that Sukuna had collected between your legs stopped his cum from leaking out.
And the King of Curses wastes no time waiting for your surprise to register- not before letting out a deep snicker. He straightens his bulky body nâ edges himself closerâand before you know it, youâre suddenly finding your head straddled by Sukunaâs meaty thighs.
His dual, furiously-hot erections slapping their shafts down onto your readied face.
Both fanged mouths grin, âNowâŠopen, human.â
And you just knew he was about to make you take both.
A/N. DJSFHSJKHS-
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