King Sukuna may be promised to marry the most perfect match - a princess from another country - but how can he think of that when his thick, veiny cock is buried inside his cute little servant?
The way you clench him as he pounds you into his elegant bed, the skin smacking and squelching wetness echoing in his chambers. He's pussy drunk every time he sinks into you, every glide of his length in the gummy walls of your cute little cunt.
How you pull away just a bit when he hits that puffy cervix, earning his chuckle. He's laying prone over you, long fingers entwine with yours. "Ah ah, don't run away from it, brat, can't you take me? Thought you wanted me to break you, fuck you dumb?"
Of course you did - how could you not want to forget the fact that soon you couldn't be with your King? That you wouldn't have his heavy weight over you, his fingers wrapping your throat, the impossibly huge cock breaking you in half? How could you not want the one or two little kisses he bestows, as he lays prone on you, brushing aside your hair?
Some would say he did it almost sweetly, reverently kissing the back of your neck for just a moment before moaning, reaching around to slip a hand over your stomach, trailing to your neglected clit.
A king's hands shouldn't be so rough - but this was Ryomen Sukuna.
"You're gonna miss me, huh? Hah - you're such a desperate, needy slut, my slut. All mine. Mine, huh?" He acts in control, like every stroke of his cock in your quivering, slick hole wasn't ruining him. "Say it."
"M'not yours though," he slams harder, your head falls back against his tattooed chest. "Not after the ceremony. Not... nghh!"
He rolls the rough pad of his fingertips on your clit which twitches against him, cunt drooling, his other hand wrapping your delicate neck - just one squeeze and the King could surely snap it. You're so full of him you gasp, losing oxygen as he takes you over.
"No one will fuck you like this, not that butler, not the stable boy, not anyone. No one will fill your needy cunt like your king," he's desperate to forget, fucking you harder now, choking you with his red lips against your ear. "Mine, fuck you're all mine."
You wish you didn't love King Sukuna wrecking your cunt like he does, wish one order of - 'come' - wouldn't ruin you the way it does. Wish his little pet name of princess would be true - but how could it be?
You're just a maid after all.
"Come now, fuck lemme feel it one more time,"
There are times when Sukuna let's go, needy and desperate, a whimper that will escape even while almost all seven feet of this man is taking you over. He's hard to take, the way you black out and it's only him, how you shatter and milk his cock, the pleasure rushing through your body.
"That's it, fuck, perfect cunt... my princess milks me like that?"
He shouldn't say that - even mid stroke and screaming out under the heavy, muscled body you could almost believe it. A fairy tale where you're really his.
Sukuna makes sure you come twice, he's never not let you, rolling familiar patterns on your clit as he fucks you deeper into that soft matress in his bed chambers. His pink locks brush your skin, ruby eyes shut as he holds everything back.
He pulls out of your messy hole, dripping down on his dark purple sheets, arching your ass up that's marked with raised hand prints. He murmurs your name as he jerks his thick, veiny cock, that reddened tip just pouring cum in pretty patterns across your back.
Sukuna exhales, pleasure washing over him with his release. Then reality hits.
Not being able to stuff you full of heirs and knowing he cannot is a cruel fucking joke.
Tonight he's sweeter than usual, cleaning you up carefully with a wet washcloth, he's quiet when he dresses you up - wishing you were wearing a beautiful gown and not a simple black maid dress. When you lean up to kiss him on your tip toes, he drags you close, giving you a rare kiss that you so desperately need, swallowing nervously when you back away.
"I will be leaving soon, I cannot take seeing..." You trail off, his jaw sets, eyes widening, the ruby depths glinting as you drop his hand, turning. "Farewell my king."
He says your name and you almost stay - looking at the man you love sadly, kmowing you were lucky to have had any of it. "Don't... you can't just... I order you-"
"Your majesty," you turn and curtsey, he laughs without humor, hands clenched into fists, as tears streak down your pretty face. "It was an honor to have served you, truly. I shall not forget you, my King."
How can Sukuna let you go, let you leave!? He can't.
Sukuna destroys everything in his room as you choke on your sobs. You fall asleep eventually in your tiny little bed in the servant's quarters, him on the floor, after he'd broken everything in his damn room. All you can hope is you get out of this palace before you have to see it - the love of your life marrying a beautiful princess from a far off land, while you clean their floors.
Future story ideas of mine - sry for the angst i'm in a mood 😭😅
