Tw. Minors DNITags/Warnings: double penetration, spanking, teasing, orgasm withdrawal, shame kink, praise kink, degrading, choking, back shots and missionary, spanking, worship kink, praying, rough sex, twin cocks, heian Sukuna, dummification, babbling and restraint, slight blood, unholy acts, cult behavior, prayer beads, Begging Kink, Breeding Kink, Punishment Kink double set of mouths cause I said so(¬_¬) I was high when I wrote this so it may be fast paced in some places not proofread.
He, the King of curses has had enough.
he wasn't patient — his nails dug into the bone fragments of his throne, teeth gritted, head throbbing with every last sentence that left their throats.
He couldn't take it, he needed to get out, whatever this feeling was, whatever this pressure that was building in his skull and wanted to crush his brain - it was from them, their obsessive squabbling about rituals devoted to him.
Their devotion this - their devotion that - their devotion wasn't as strong as yours.
In fact, yes, that is what he needed.
True devotion from his pet, not simple squabbling from over-sized crows with large beaks talking his ears off-
"My Lord-" Uraume called his attention to his words that were spat out. There was silence, all of the devotees were silenced, holding their tongues in shame.
Sukuna called the meeting to an end. He wanted not to be bothered by anyone in his chambers. He needed you, he needed you, his truly devoted one.
The chamber doors slid open angrily on its hinges, his body enveloping the door frame. His eyes scanned his chambers until they fell on you - sitting on a large cushion by the shoji doors — yukata clinging to your shoulders, hands folded over another waiting patiently.
Skin smelling of jasmine and tea oils, kissed by the blessed sun — Head tilt to one side leaning against the weary wooden outline of the doors.
Such a pretty little thing, watching the sky pass by and the flowers bloom.
"Lord Sukuna?" your voice rang in his ears, it made that man purr like a tiger. He smiled, irritation melting off his shoulders. "My precious..." he whispered, ducking to enter the room to make his way to you.
You didn't move, didn't have too - he came to you, sighing loudly, "Is this how we great our king?" His pink brows furrowed, not angry, but you got what he wanted and rose to him.
"Yes my Lord~" obedience, that's what he wanted.
His hands came down around you, enclosing you in his grips to never let you go. Your skin was warm from the sun, and you smelled like heaven. He lifted you without a second thought, "What grief I've experienced my little one. How they speak of devotion that they do not carry."
He settled you in the middle of his bed on your back. He spread your legs gently, his large yukata slipped from his broad shoulders, tattoos crawling down his chest, cherry blossomed hair rustled in pure beauty. He kissed your thighs, soft ticklish kisses — soft and caring.
"I know there's no devotion greater than that of my loving wife's." He whispered, clawing and kneading your flesh — making you whimper softly, "Won't you agree my love?" his voice was softer now, looking through blush pink lashes, waiting for you.
Your head was already lucid from his talking, and he hadn't been for no longer than two or three minutes. You answered him shakily, voice dripping with need for his attention, "Yes my lord."
"'Yes my Lord' what?" Ryomen cocked his head to the side, still licking a long stripe up your shaky thighs and sucking on the skin behind your knee. You shifted, trying to suppress a gasp, "You're so cute when you don't know what to say to me. I find your absent mindedness cute."
"I am heavily devoted my L-Ah!" he bit your inner thighs, humming along the melodies of your whines, "Show me."
A deafening rip entered the air, his hands gripping your yukata, exposing your naked body beneath it, "Show me my devotion Pet."
Your body was on fire, he stared at your cunt with greed, "You're wet and I haven't touched you yet. Have you been waiting for me like this all day — have I kept you?" His voice sounded tender, like he cared for your dripping cunt so much, discarding how you yourself felt about waiting.
He paid your dripping slit too much attention, lifting a brow at nothing but your quivering vulva pulsing.
"Oh? So shall I give her what you want?" He asked her. You couldn't take it, "Please..." You whispered, shifting closer to his face, basking in your own embarrassment.
Watching this pathetic display was amusing.
Your soft face filled with hot shame, looking to him for directions, brows furrowed in frustration and temptation.
How palpable — he could almost cry for you.
Such a pity he wasn't ready to give.
He turned his head to the side, resisting the taste of your syrup drenched cunt for that gasp that shook your expression to pure shock.
Had your begging not been enough for him?
"My lord- please!" You begged, lips quivering eyes welling with tears.
oh don't you look good begging, "Say that again with some conviction." he teased,eyes focused on yours — watching you go crazy from simple teasing.
"Why must you tease me so my love-" You whispered on shaky elbows, looking up at his snarky expression with a pout, crystals in your hazy eyes, you gave your best to your mean husband, "Please my love —please, offer me relief only your hands could give."
There's his begging wife.
"Now that's conviction my dear." His tongue delves between your warm sticky folds sending you into shock. Your thighs quivered, "Mmph!"
your head lolled back and your legs widened, he caged you in his arms, sucking your clit mercilessly, licking up any drool that escapes your milky cunt.
"So sweet, like syrup from a ripe fruit. Just lovely~" he whispered to himself, spitting your arousal back onto your cunt before slurping it back up. Your eyes crossed feeling his tongue deep within you, lapping up every sweet essence that ran from it.
Your toes curled, and you felt like cumming before he was through tasting you completely.
The air was hot and sticky around the bed, swelling you in overwhelming heat that pooled in your tummy — chest, heaving sporadically under his control.
You tasted sweeter than any fruit he could bear in his garden, your juices flowed over his taste buds and his cocks swelled in his hakama, it felt almost impossible to keep this up.
"I'm cumming!" You whined, shaking and crying from the pressure released upon the flick of his tongue against your sensitive clit.
He watched you, shaking and begging, chanting his name in mantras like it was saving you. He shred his clothing, dragging you to him in a heated kiss, "Devine, you're so divine; Come to me-show me more of that passion little one. Give me more of you."
You were still so dizzy to realize him lining himself up with you, "I need you, I've been angry all day and only you could relive that. And she, can offer me sanctuary-" He was everywhere, his finger circled your clit making you wince, spine curling in pleasure.
"My Lord!" Your moans filled the air, seeping into the halls where you were sure maids and concubines heard him please you.
Nothing and no one could compare to that of his pet, and everyone knew not to interrupt what the two of you shared which was sacred.
He wouldn't dare touch the others like he does you, they could barely give him an ounce of what you give in a day - they wouldn't even attempt to stretch themselves for him like you've acquainted yourself too.
So much calming oil, so many different stretching devices to fit you to fit both of him — and that is why you are his wife and to him your husband. So when you stretch around him and tightened like a vice, he almost lost any sense of restraint.
"So- fuck! wet and warm. So tight and unforgiving-" His cocks swelled your cunt in an overbearing stretch that burned for a while. It felt like you were being split in half, it hurt so good.
He took his time stretching you out, growling at how much of you could take him, praising you for what little you could hold, " Good, good pet, you're absolutely good to me-" He groaned above your whines.
Your body shook and you felt like cumming again for the second time. your nails dug into his shoulders, begging, whining, " Please, please, please!"
He bottomed out securely, feeling everything and seeing that bulge in your stomach.
He grabbed the pudge, rolling his hips, stuttering, "y- you're such a- hah! Whiney, pet today aren- aren't you?"
You didn't deny, nodding your head, "Yes! for you, only for you!"
"Yes, that's right, only for m- me." It felt so wrong that his head stopped hurting, instead replaced with the serotonin of splitting his pet on his cocks while she whined for him.
"Say it, over-" He choked on the drool in his throat, pumping you full of each awaiting thrust that filled your vacant walls with so much.
Your jaw hung lose, a gangle of words left your mouth, none of them making any more sense than the last.
"You- For you-! F- for you!" your words went to his cocks pumping you full, his hips rolled once more, pushing deep enough to make you scream.
"For me? All Mines pet?" You nodded like a dumb whore and he called it out, "You dumb whore, speaking out of your cunt." He pulled out completely to the tip, "Turn over and beg."
Your legs felt like jelly, how could he have possibly expected you to move quickly? But he did it for you - his hand came down on your throat - to turn you around quicker.
He pulled at your hips, bringing them to his own, pressing his hot cocks against your cold prickly skin.
It smelt of burnt sugar and burning hot sex. You begged him, swaying your hips, "Please my lord-" fell off your kiss bitten lips, wanting him- no begging him to continue his assault he so wrongfully snatched from your aching cunt.
You were just getting use to it, he couldn't possibly stop.
A loud slap followed by a searing pain left your global ass rippling with a sharp sting. You let out an exasperated yell, swiping your hand at what caused you pain.
"You dare swat at me woman?" Another slap left your legs jumping. Your pussy drooooollleeddd from that one.
It left you gasping, "no."
by then your pussy was dripping onto the creme sheets below, "No what?"
His voice was gritty, boiling over irritation, "Have you forgotten your manners? Shall I teach them to you? Have you lost your faith and speak to me anyway you please?"
"Do you think you're above me?"
"Do you think you're above your god?"
"Shall I teach you once more not to disobey me little wife?"
"Is your devotion true to me?"
Each one is harder than the last. He doesn't raise his voice. No need.
His punishing hands do the talking, and they're doing the brunt end of it.
You shook your head, tears welling in your eyes, ass burning, you begged him, whined at him to listen, "I promise! I am devoted to you my l-"
"Don't whimper to me when you speak!"
Your mouth hung open, stumbling over your words, "My lord, my Lord! I am devoted! I am! I promise!"
Your words drowned the longer you cried. Sukuna reveled in that, pushing his strawberry red tips into your molting core, teasing your entrance, "Again."
you looked over your shoulder, "Please."
His hips shot forward, sending your head for the covers, stretching and grabbing them. His body encased yours, he grabbed your throat, kissing your cheek.
"Fuck! So pretty, even like this-you give me your all, and I love my little wife for it. It's like you were made for me, don't you agree pretty thing that's taking me, oh-"
Sukuna stopped, realizing your uneven breathing patterns, the way your body shook for him — how your hips moved back, coating his cocks in white cream trying to match the brutal pace he set.
Your skin was on fire, your emotions melting through the cracks in your porcelain skin.
He looked at it from an awkward angle, tilting his head to watch such a display — his eyes widened, "Oh you're trying, you're trying so hard to please me, no bother pet, I came for this-"
one of his arms extended to graze your sweating neck, he pressed it into the bed until you gave a tight whimper, a soft, "My lord."
that, rang deep in his stomach, his other set of teeth awoke, smiling to lick the salty sweat from your spine.
your head tried to move, he refused, pressing his clawed thumb into your soft neck, drawing a prickle of blood, "Stay."
that was a command. - that was to be respected.
"Such a needy pet. Always wanting *thrust* wanting *thrust* begging *thrust* begging *thrust*"
There we're stars in your eyes, tears weld and your voice was stripped from your soul and forced through your pretty lips in wails — to others, it might sound like murder of a crying woman.
But really, it was just the beginning of making tireless love to his pet wife.
After all, he just needed some of you and a room to himself for the entire day, and all of his symptoms magically went away.
It felt like the world was spinning and it was just you and him, simply wonderful as it should be.
Hearing those wanton moans over the sound of his bed giving him a melody of breaking wood splintering under another.
His name like broke melodies spilling from your drooling maw while you tried to brace for each thrust, each spank that left your cunt reeling on the edge of another orgasm.
"I'm- ah! Fuckk! I'm cumming! Pleaseee my Lord, pleaseee-uh! I'll give whate- whatever-!" He pulled out, leaving your squelching cunt vacant, sore.
You wanted to scream, you really felt empty, and he was loving it. Smirking above you while you shifted once more.
"Pet you should know when to quit speaking out of your cunt and with your brain that the gods blessed you with."
He breathed through his nostrils, pulling your neck back to look at you, "Sweet thing, you're a mess... Awww, shall your master clean your sloppy little face with his tongue~?"
He tut, looking for a sign of life in those hazy doe eyes. but nothing was there, just obedience and a drone waiting for him to tell you what to do for him to please you. He loved it.
"Tell me pet, how much do you love me?"
your brain was wasted, you just spoke, babbling stupidly, just wanting him to end this suffering in your pussy.
"Love you, so much, so so much! I'd give everything to- have you! i- in me! All of me."
You kept droning on and on about loving him, begging him for his praise and for his cocks to fuck you harder than he did.
He listened, oh he listened hard, he listened to your desperation, your worshipping, your begging.
"that's it, show me that devotion, give it to me, call me your Lord and hang on those words."
His ruby tips snagged your clit, rubbing up and down your slit slooowwllyy.
You pushed back, hips rolling, "Please, please-!"
After all you waited so patiently, you greeted him a little awkwardly tis' why he punished you so far — but you didn't need to know that — yet now you lay here, with his hand around your neck, the others restraining your wrists and one on the curve of your spine.
You were submissive, yet you were needy. shameful.
It was truly a shame, "Gosh, I acquired such a needy slut~ begging for some relief to her aching cunt."
Yet you couldn't greet him a little nicer? After all he's stopped his meeting to find you desperately, and you couldn't even stand to him?
But now, you present yourself to him - shameless, devoted.
You couldn't find your beads for the life of you and praying would be obsolete if he was asking for 'hands to ground and knees to ground prayer', when you couldn't even hold your thoughts together long enough to think of your next move.
You tried to move, again he stopped you.
He shook his head, spanking you once more, leaving welts that you'd definitely feel in the evening time for sure.
"No, the way you are, like this..." He whispered it like a taunt, gaze raking over your sweat drenched back, your legs were twitching out of control.
"You want to cum - I want to see it, but you will pray before I serve you a damn thing." You whimpered, but he didn't move.
You whined for him, but he wouldn't move less you do as he asked.
You tried to move, and he met it with a snarl, low and demanding.
"Speak, Pet. You will not receive my blessings unless you submit to me.
"M- my lord, who I pray m-y devoti-"
SMACK!
"Louder. Or shall I leave you like this!?" His voice rose, he was amused but growing impatient with your low voice. At the moment he didn't want to hear that. What he wanted to hear was a prayer to his name.
"MY LORD WHO I PRAY MY DEVOTION!" You screeched to the demon above you, throat closing from the tightening grip, but you managed a choked gasp, "WHO YOU I PRAY MY DEVOTION!"
His hands got loser around your wrists, his groans got louder, the walls shook, the bed groaned.
"TO HE IS SHALL HOLD MY TONGUE!" your whining at this point, begging him to hear your cries and release your struggling orgasm from the needing want that struggled to keep itself composed.
"TO HE I SHALL BE FREE FOR HE IS SALVATION!"
"Yes... YESS!" His voice rang like a pastor in the heat of the lord. his voice was lost in yours, mixing with the heat and your wet cunt slurping him up by the minute, he was gonna explode, and he knew it by the way he was losing the plot and begging you to say his name.
"Say it! Say it now! Say it like i'm your God! Say it cause I am! - Fuh- fuck. Say my name, say it louder than your God screaming at you!" Your orgasm came crashing down on you in loud thunderous waves, crashing over one another, "My lord! My lord! My lord! MY LORD!"
He wasn't too far behind, he came howling your name, "Precious pet who serves me so well, who treats me so well! Do you think you've earned your masters semen?" his hips didn't stop, he was desperate to hear it from your mouth.
your head lolled to the side, you showed something, "You do? You want me deep-! Right there~? does that excite you pet, knowing i'll breed you? pathetic utterly pathetic! Hmm, you want me to cum?"
the scene unfolding under him was delicious, you looked dumb, completely out of it.
He cooed, "Do you deserve me in your deepest parts little one?" Sukuna trembled, fingers tracing your limp body as he slammed himself into your, "C'mon speak~ Would you like my filling pet? your body speaks volumes that your mouth cannot, give me a sign I should give this to you pet."
"!" you gurgled, but there was nothing left but bliss. He'd truly worn you out and is begging you to speak. what a king-
He didn't waste his time spilling inside of you, "Since you think I am such a bother, i'll let you have it, but don't expect patience next round." You stomach felt full, finally able to relax fully to catch an ounce of your breath.
He on the other hand, basked in his glory. Yes, only a god deserved to bask in this glow, for what he did.His body crashed down over you, and with a soft sigh he spoke,
"Thank you little one, my head seems to be relieved and my mind is replenished. You are such a good girl."
