After careful consideration Iโve come to the conclusion that getting face fucked by Kokushibo would fix 90% of my problems. Iโd be willing to accept Muzan as an alternative if Kokushibo is unable to pencil me in for an appointment.
I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to this ๐ฅฒ๐ญ
โโบโโ โพโโบโโ
As your tongue circled around retracted foreskin, Kokushibo swallowed a groan, forcing the pleasured vibration on his vocal chords to die in his throat. He examined you with all six eyes as you trailed upwards to kitten lick the swollen glands of his fat tip. Each slow brush of your tongue read like torture, setting his nerve endings on fire as the twitched in your mouth. His salty, clear precum coated your lips like lipgloss, smearing across the heated tip as you took it in your mouth, sensually swirling your tongue in tight circles along the slit, teasing him endlessly.
Kokushibo was a man of patience. He was not a weak man who couldn't handle the playful whims of a woman. But you were practically torturing him with your languid pace to the point his balls grew heavy, aching in need. Your fingers wrapped around the base, slowly stroking the veiny appendage. You could offer nothing more than lazy flicks of your wrist, eagerly lapping up his essence, flicking your tongue against his slit.
โWife, you are taking too long.โ His patience has grown thin, his own self control shifting into an urge to discipline you. His fingers curled at his sides, giving you a chance to redeem yourself. A chance to prove yourself. The veins in the backs on his hands protruded as they clenched into unimpressed fists. His breathing remained steady, his aura was not one of anger โ no, it was control.
You hummed sweetly, โMaybe you should relax, my lord.โ Your lips spread into a sly grin, caressing his tip. โI'll take care of you.โ
Tilting your head back, you met his intimidating gaze with your own half-lidded one. Lashes fluttering flirtatiously as though they were heavy. Lust clouded over your vision as your pupils dilated, watching his own narrow. He did not wish to endure your senseless teasing for a moment longer, ensnaring his fingers in your hair, tugging at the root as he pushed past your lips. His hand reached down to cup your cheek โ not in a loving embrace, but rather to stabilize your body, keeping you steady as he began to jerk your head back and forth at a rapid pace.
The bulbous tip of his cock slammed into the back of your throat as he brutally thrusted into your mouth. Saliva leaked from the inner corners of your lips with each heavy rock of his hips; drool painted your chin as you struggled to catch your breath, gagging as he brushed into your sensitive flesh. Your hands balled into fists, fighting the urge to helplessly push at his legs. It would only be in vain. Fighting such a formidable foe was futile. Instead, your nails dug into your palms, forming divots in your skin.
โBreath through your nose,โ he calmly instructed, โYou will yield better results.โ He couldn't have you passing out on him. That form of depravity was something found in those below him. Kokushibo was a man of refinement and self control.
Your breath was shallow, cool oxygen refreshing your lungs with your inhale. Stale carbon dioxide escaped as you struggled in his grasp. Lips vibrated at a dull tempo as you began to relax. Palms pressing to his sculpted thighs, molding tightly into the sinew. The tight grip on your hair tightened, the muscles in his hand tensing almost painfully, locking you in place.
Never before had you bewitched Kokushibo so intently, proving your own resilience as you took his harsh ministrations as though you were born to worship his cock. The lewd sound of your gagging your vow to serve him, to venerate him as your dear husband.
Examining the weak rise and fall of your chest, he adjusted his pace. Rough, but with intention behind it. A man who completely gave into his inhibitions was inferior to Kokushibo, lacking the polished restraint that came with strength. He didn't need to commit an act akin to assault to teach you a lesson. Oh no, he could fuck your face with poise โ ah, who was he kidding? Your throat burned from the sudden intrusion, friction on the silk that enveloped him caught fire, rubbed practically raw as he chased his high. He observes every tick of your body, to maximize efficiency. Any man could find euphoria eventually, but Kokushibo could calculate it.
Forcing every inch into your mouth, Kokushibo creamed into your inflamed throat. His pelvis grinded into your face, dark hairs tickling the tip of your nose. Fisting your hair even tighter, he pulled on the follicles closest to your throbbing scalp. Salt singing the raw flesh as a thick load of his cum flooded your mouth, descending down as you swallowed each drop. The rough pad of his thumb swiping over your cheek, silently praising you.
He never was good with words.
As he released you, you sputtered, chest heaving as you caught your breath. Spit dribbling down your chin was wiped away by his thumb. He blinked slowly, remembering a remedy to soothe your sore muscles.
โRest. โHe eyes your spent hole. โI'll make you some tea.โ
You've earned respite. The bratty demeanor had vanished, and he was quite fond of the phoenix that had arisen.
