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Henri-Benjamin Constant de Rebecque (Franco-Swiss, 1767-1830) Théodora (La Emperatriz Theodora), 1887
“Only i shall fulfill your desires.”
Concubine!Sukuna x Empress!Reader
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When you walked in, the sight should have suprised you. It was a whole mess, a massacre, anyone would be able to see it
but—
on the other hand, you saw it coming. You weren’t suprised. It had only been a matter of time when it would take place.
When he would finally snap.
You could almost hear how your handmaidens had stiffened behind you, but you were mostly unfazed at the massacre that probably had taken place just moments ago.
Your gaze lazingly flitting over the blood smears, splatters, dismembered bodies and organs strewn across the usually clean floors. As if it were some grotesque art show that was put on.
“It’s my gift for you, my love. They are not needed, not when you have me.” Sukuna was shamelessly sprawled out on your throne. Two hands lazily resting on the arms of the throne, one drawing circles on his thigh and the other supporting his chin. His face was set into a subtle grin, enough of a telltale sign that he was proud of his work.
With a curt nod towards your handmaidens, you dismissed them. Not bothering to look back how they scurried away. A soft hum emerged you as you walked closer to the bodies, well what was left of them atleast.
You could barely identify them, but you know well enough who they were. The rest of your concubines. All sorts of hands, feet, torsos were clattered at the foot at your throne. Gaze raising up to where Sukuna was still sprawled out as if he were the emperor himself, so you finally said something. “Normally i would punish you for this. Carelessly ridding of useful lives, i had purposes for them. I suppose you are somewhat right though. I don’t need them, when i have you.”
That made him twitch. Sukuna knew that you couldn’t be mad at him, atleast not for long. With slow and calculated steps, you made your way up to your throne. Disregarding the bodies and limbs that were sprawled all over your floor.
Your eyebrow slightly arched up as you carefully took in the way that Sukuna was sitting all sprawled out, as if the place belonged to him, as if he was the Emperor of the Kingdom. Not just a concubine of The Empress. He simply didn’t care. You could see it in the way he kept his chin lifted. If it were anyone else, they would have been sent to be executed already—But this was different. This was Sukuna.
And the part was, you did not loathe it. The way he acted. How he dared to challenge you in his bold ways, daring to stand out and defy against you. He was the only one who did not care that much for your title. Sukuna kept to his bold ways, which you secretly preferred much more than most who rarely dared to say anything in your presence.
Slowly Sukuna leaned forward, one of his hands reaching out to boldly grasp at your hip. Fingers bunching up the layered fabric you wore and you just tipped your chin up, waiting silently. “Let me rule alongside you. I know how to take care of you—Unlike these useless measley humans. They did not even fight back. How would you expect them to protect you?”
A soft scoff emerged from your lips at Sukuna’s words. Bold, as always. Not like you would have expected any differ from him. He’s always voiced his dislike for the humans that were employed by you, as if he deemed to think you above them—Despite being Empress, you were still made from the same flesh as those ‘Measley Humans’. With a soft hum, you raised your hand. Slowly letting it card through Sukuna’s locks. Pausing, before you lightly tugged on the colored strands, forcing him to look up at you.
“You forget yourself, Ryomen. If i wished to have one equal to me, i would have chosen one. Do not forget where you stand, beneath me..ordered at my desires.” Your grip tightened in his hair, your other hand raising to press against his chest—Pushing him back against the throne. One of your feet nudging his apart, forcing him to spread his thighs further open,—until you heard a groan emerge from him.
Instead of him getting pissed, he enjoyed it. You could tell the way he half liddedly looked at you and you out a scoff at the sight of him. Muttering a ‘pathetic’ underneath your breath. In some way, it did not suprise you. Sukuna was always devoted to you, no matter what (rightfully so) , but unlike your other concubines or even guards,—He meant it when he’d said he would kill for you and right now it showed.
It was sweet in some kind of twisted way, him murdering the rest of your concubines just so he could have you all to himself. That only he could and would take care of you. To be the only one taking care of your needs and praising your body and soul like a Goddess to be prayed to.
Obviously you could not resist such temptation, after all..you were only of human flesh.
Who were you to deny yourself the pleasure you rightiously deserve?
Sukuna’s voice, soon enough snapped you out of your daydream. “Just relax, your Majesty. Let me take care of you. You need not do anything now, not any time soon.” You almost felt yourself going slack in his grip as he brought you closer to him. Now standing between his spread thighs.
A shudder running over the back of your neck as Sukuna pressed and nuzzled his nose against your fabric covered stomach. Unable to help yourself as a staggered breath escaped from your lips.
What a minx he is
“Shh,—Let me do all the work.”
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I had no idea how to end this, so please don’t come for my ass. Feel free to send me requests if you liked this! (๑>•̀๑)