True Form Sukuna x Reader | 18+ Explicit | Slowburn
Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence
Word count: 171,730k
Chapter: 48 / 48
Summary: After Sukuna destroyed your Village, you’re on your way to find a new purpose of your life in his shrine. How will serving the King of Curses play out for you?
Tags: True form Sukuna, Sukuna Has Two Dickies, Sukuna's Extra Mouths, Sukuna is His Own Warning, Corn With Plot, Corn with Feelings, Slow Burn, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Blood and Gore, Cannibalism, Voyeurism, Toxic Relationship, Corruption, dark content, Angst, Graphic Description of Corpses, Graphic Description of Battle, Codependency, Cheating, Torture, Death, Possessive Sukuna, Slow Romance, Emotional Hurt, Soft Sukuna , Fluff, Way More Fluff Than I Intended, is this a threesome?, Body Worship, DP, Loss of Virginity, Cvm, Oral Sx, Rough Sx, Choking, Masturbation, Spit As Lube, Monsterfvcking, Creampie, Sukuna's Tummy Mouth, Drunken Flirting, Vomiting, Size Difference, Jealous Sukuna, Slice of Life with True Form Sukuna, True Form Sukuna is my King, Every character is an adult in this story please stop asking me
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Chapter Overview under the cut
Chapter 1 - Prologue
Chapter 2 - The Path To A New Beginning
Chapter 3 - A Bloody Incident
Chapter 4 - The Sounds Of Sex
Chapter 5 - Red Orbs In Blue Moonlight
Chapter 6 - The Taste Of Devotion
Chapter 7 - A Chaste Kiss
Chapter 8 - Impatient Little Kitten
Chapter 9 - Yours
Chapter 10 - Monster
Chapter 11 - Hunger
Chapter 12 - Rippling Water
Chapter 13 - Today’s Arrival
Chapter 14 - The Visit
Chapter 15 - Don’t Look Back
Chapter 16 - Dance With The Devil
Chapter 17 - Darkness Keeps A Lot Of Things
Chapter 18 - A Curse
Chapter 19 - Play Of Adrenaline
Chapter 20 - Drink
Chapter 21 - Only You
Chapter 22 - The Reminder
Chapter 23 - A Wish
Chapter 24 - Your Place
Chapter 25 - Eyes On You
Chapter 26 - A String
Chapter 27 - Heartache
Chapter 28 - His Name On Your Mind
Chapter 29 - Sounds Of War
Chapter 30 - The Embrace
Chapter 31 - Someone Special
Chapter 32 - Fireworks
Chapter 33 - The Chosen One
Chapter 34 - Apples And Fingers
Chapter 35 - A Certain Desire
Chapter 36 - Confession
Chapter 37 - Nourishment
Chapter 38 - Dessert
Chapter 39 - Manners
Chapter 40 - Ready For War
Chapter 41 - Stains
Chapter 42 - Lovely
Chapter 43 - Atonement
Chapter 44 - Rain
Chapter 45 - Abyss
Chapter 46 - Judgement Day
Chapter 47 - Mine
Chapter 48 - Epilogue
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Harder
True Form Sukuna x Reader | NSFW/Explicit I One-Shot
Word count: 4,8k
Summary: During a cold winter night out in the forest, you ask Sukuna to warm you up. (Permission ending mention!)
Pond and Poetry
True Form Sukuna x Reader I Mature I One-Shot
Word count: 1,3k
Summary: Sukuna meets you in the garden, while you’re busy playing with Kois. And then you flirt. Just flirt.
Leaves and twigs crack under your bare feet, leaving scratches and blood on the forests floor.
It’s night. Darkness interrupted by red, little sparks flying through the air. The stinging smell of smoke in your nose. Carefully you make your way to the source of light you see not far away. A flame, a campfire. Noises of raw flesh being ripped apart and being consumed fill your ears, as well as distant screams and wood crashing. The night sky being illuminated by huge flames, painting grey clouds in a soft orange. You see black silhouettes running through the fire and trees and ashes. You hear children crying, babies wailing. Panic everywhere.
The cause of this insanity is sitting in front of the fire. From where you’re standing, you only see a muscular back. Two pair of shoulders, looking like they hold two pairs of arms, black tattoos spread over the whole body. The beast sits on the floor, on its shoulder rests the face of a lifeless woman, still twitching.
Is it eating... her?
You try your best to be as silent as possible, however the twigs on the floor are still cracking softly under your weight. Hiding behind the trees, you try to see more of the creature who’s responsible for this, for your liberation.
Liberation?
The village that’s being burned down is the village you grew up in and the place you hated the most. Everyone treated you like shit, even your parents. You worked hard your entire life, helped on the fields, cared for the cattle, sold goods on the market. Multiple times you thought of running away and you always gave in. Didn’t take the chance. Too young, you would die within days, you thought. One time, however, you tried. They caught you within two days. Kicking and fighting them with your mud covered limbs, you were too weak to have a chance of freedom. In the 14 years that you’ve been on this earth, you can’t remember to ever have been happy.
Except now.
The feeling of liberation in your heart makes you want to thank this creature, although there’s still one other thing racing in your heart, mind and stomach.
Fear.
Curiosity let’s your feet tiptoeing from tree to tree, the creature seems to be too busy to notice you. Too busy in eating, feasting and devouring. Making your way around the place, you finally see it’s face. It’s eyes are closed. The creatures face looks like that of a man. A huge man. He’s sitting on the floor, cross legged. Two sets of muscled arms holding the woman in place, one other hand on her head the last one on her shoulder. Grabbing her tight, you see red blood crawling between the spaces of his veins on the back of his hands. He’s munching on the woman’s throat, his face half buried in her neck, the yellow light of the flame flickering on his appearance. You see the blood on his face and in his pink hair. Something that looks like some kind of wooden mask covering the right side of his face. His expression looks like he’s enjoying the taste of the poor woman’s flesh and blood.
You stare. Heart racing. Fingers shaking.
These noises. Wet, mushy, cracking. A smell of copper, smoke and death creeps into your nose.
You suppress a gag.
Was this massacre worth my freedom?
This creature unknowingly acted on the hatred you felt towards these people. However, if you hadn’t been ordered to catch water from the nearby river you would’ve ended the same way as the people you despised. There wouldn’t have been made an exception for you. Yet you’re here, living.
Off to a fresh start. A chance. Something to be thankful for.
Dead within days or not, you‘d have to try. You‘re older and stronger than before. No one there to catch you now. Thoughts racing through your mind as you watch the woman being consumed by this monstrosity. Your heart decides to act. In a moment of faith, you lean yourself forward, ready to unveil yourself from the shadows.
A crack. Red eyes.
Four, glowing, red eyes shot up from the woman’s neck, locking with yours. Two appear on the mask, one additional eye under his other normal one. A wave of dark, pressuring energy hits you and fear strikes again. You don’t want to end like the woman on his lap. The will to live within you was present still, too strong. Your body decides before your heart can.
Running fast, with wounded feet and burning lungs, tears form in your eyes. Hating yourself for not being brave enough, you utter a “thank you” with the last air that was in your lungs, leaving the fireplace far behind you, running into the darkness of the night.
Form: Longfic (ongoing)
True Form Sukuna x Reader I 18+ Explicit I Slowburn
Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence
Summary: Living an unhappy, suffocating and lonely life in the city of Tokyo, you dream of change, an adventure, a different life even. Little did you expect, that a Stranger named Sukuna would walk from ancient times right into your modern world. And little did you know that this captivating Stranger, being on a secret mission himself, would turn your life upside down…
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True Form Sukuna x Reader | 18+ Explicit | Slowburn
Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence
Word count: 171k
Chapter: 48 / 48
Summary: After Sukuna destroyed your Village, you’re on your way to find a new purpose of your life in his shrine. How will serving the King of Curses play out for you?
One-Shots:
Oh what a sight
Open up. Nice and wide.
Harder (Permission)
Pond and Poetry (Permission)
Would you still love me if I was a worm?
Soft Circles
Foreplay - Part 1 / Part 2
Taking Over
Scratches
A Dance for a King
All of them are True Form Sukuna x Reader. You can find them all and more super short writings on my AO3 and here under the hashtag: #nighty drabbles
Leaves and twigs crack under your feet, leaving trails and patterns on the snowy forest floor.
It’s night. Darkness interrupted by red, little sparks flying through the air. The stinging smell of smoke creeps into your nose. Remnants of the moonlight, far away, quietly shine through the branches of the trees, painting creepy shadows on the white canvas you’re walking on. The further you walk, the more those shadows dance on an orange tint, that starts to coat the snow, coming from a source, that you’ve set up not far away. Carefully, listening to the sounds of the forest, you walk back to that source.
A flame, a campfire. Right here, in the middle of the woods.
Step by step, you’re approaching that fire, holding wood in your arms to keep it burning. The sound of munching echoes in your ear, the sound of feasting, devouring.
It’s been years, since he liberated you. Unintentionally freed you from a miserable life in a miserable village.
Not knowing, what you were destined to become.
A destiny that no one foresaw.
Not even the King of Curses.
Coming closer, you can see the silhouette of your King, sitting on the very same tree he did a year ago.
When he waited night for night, waited for you to go back with him.
You start humming his melody, as your feet carry you back to the fireplace. The fireplace that made you fall in love with this monster, before you put the new wood down onto the ground.
And then, quietly, you turn to him, watching how he’s gnawing some meat off a bone, occasionally humming in satisfaction.
It’s been months, since you completed the ritual.
Since you’ve been killed and reborn and marked with a sign on the skin that covers your heart.
Months of being his and him being yours.
In the shrine you can now call home.
You look at him and smile softly to yourself, finding it cute how invested he is not to waste any meat that’s on that bone, although you have plenty left.
Sitting down on the log to the left of your King, you feel the warmth of his body on your skin and hear his gentle munching in your ear.
And you feel your love for him, still, despite putting you through all this. You lost your heart to him and, no matter what he did, you don’t want it back.
Ever again.
Asshole.
It’s been days since the both of you came back to this place.
A place you cherish in your heart.
And maybe, you hope, Sukuna cherishes it, too.
The crackling of the fire becomes louder and his noises quiet, making you both just sit there in silence, next to each other. He flicks the bare bone into the flames, before you gently lean against his shoulder, let your head quietly bump against him to be closer, feeling his calm breath beneath your soul.
And both of you just watch the fire in front of you, like you did so many times a year ago, when neither of you could express what’s going on.
Heartache.
It’s been seconds, since he let you know how he feels about you.
Although he never says them out loud, those three words that you’ve told him over and over again and still do.
But he doesn’t has to. Because, you know.
This curse.
So overwhelming, so consuming. Tying your souls together so tightly.
And some words don’t need to be spoken to be true.
Sukuna grabs another piece of meat and holds it under your nose. You cooked it yourself, with fresh herbs that you found earlier in the nearby bushes. It smells delicious. You lean back and sit straight again, before you grab the meat and take a bite.
It’s hot, warming you from the inside. You keep blowing and carefully gnawing and nibbling, until you finally can rip off a bigger piece. Feeling his bottom pair of eyes watching you constantly, you peek over to him quickly.
“What?” you ask with your mouth full, making him smirk, as he musters your stuffed cheeks and big eyes.
“Nothing.”
You pause your chewing, pondering.
“Is it how I eat?” you ask, already knowing the answer.
And he doesn’t respond, just keeps focusing on the fire, a hint of his smirk still decorating the corners of his mouth. The flames flicker in his red eyes, the orange light dances on his face and wrinkles. You can’t help to take them in, over and over again, although you already know his features so well, as if they’ve been imprinted on your eyelids.
So beautiful.
You smile to yourself, before you focus back on your meal, until you throw the remaining bone into the fire. Satisfied, you sigh, until you swallow the last bite you took.
Suddenly, something cold gently falls upon on your forehead and you look up. Delicate flakes of fresh snow are illuminated against the dark canvas of the night, falling down right upon you and Sukuna.
You smile softly, before you turn your head to look at him. He’s looking up into the sky, too and you witness, just in time, how a small flake lands on the tip of his nose, melting in an instant. You huff lovingly, before you gently touch that very spot with your finger. More flakes follow, landing on his mask, his eyebrows and lashes, before he opens his mouth, trying to bite your finger that’s resting on his nose.
Clack.
His teeth close around nothing and you quickly retrieve your hand to poke him into his shoulder instead.
Hard.
It makes his lip twitch, before he leans down to you, close to your face, cocking his eyebrow.
“Harder.” he whispers with a smirk, with this… undertone.
And you blush, remembering it’s what you moaned into his ear last night.
When you felt cold and the fire was not enough to warm your moving bodies.
When your skins and limbs and lips were intertwined, like those of lovers are.
When you kissed each other and hold each other dearly, when your hearts started to miss each other and their embrace.
“Are you sure?” you mumble, trying to keep composure. His gentle eyes roam over your face, scan how your delicate skin rushes full of extra heat.
And then he nods, almost unnoticeable, almost hypnotised, as his gaze falls down to your lips.
The string on your heart pulls you in, let your breaths collide and mingle, until they merge, as you start kissing him on his soft lips while feeling small, freezing flakes fall upon your faces. He quietly sighs against your face and keeps squeezing on your beating heart, before you gently lick and suck on his tongue and bottom lip.
“Okay.” you breathe against his pretty mouth, your breath and heartbeat quickened. “Wait here.”
His pupils are blown, already drowning in your being, before you stand up and walk into the snow.
You feel his needy eyes bore into your back, the string on your heart pulling harshly.
To make you walk back to him, to devour your flesh once again. Like last night, like lovers do.
But first, you crouch down, shove some snow between your hands and form a ball. Then, with all your strength, you turn around and throw it at him. Sukuna leans back to dodge but-
Bam!
The snowball hits his shoulder with a wet impact, shattering in a million pieces.
And you gasp in victory, as you throw your arms up in the air.
“Ahhh hahahah!” you exclaim, before a wide grin spreads onto his lips and he flashes his teeth. A sadistic, aroused chuckle escapes his throat, as his eyes flicker right at you, as he slowly rises to his feet, cracking his neck and knuckles, before he growls in excitement.
Sukuna, still crouching next to Akiko, doesn’t respond with words. His eyes, however, bore into you, as if he’s hesitating. You hold the eye contact, before you nod at him, almost unnoticeable. His eyes squint softly, before you notice how his bottom pair of eyes focus on Akiko and his left hand starts moving into her direction. After the split of a second, you rip your gaze off his hand and slam the door shut behind you.
Bam!
With your pulse pounding against your throat, you stomp over to your own chambers and rip the door open.
Lightning.
Feeling nauseous with her blood still lingering on your tongue, you curse yourself, knowing damn well what you just told your King was just a selfish order to make Akiko disappear, knowing damn well that you wouldn’t be able to bear the pain of guilt while mourning her grave. Knowing damn well that, even if she was back alive, you wouldn’t be able to let her go.
So, you needed her gone. To ease your pain, to forget. The only friend you ever had.
Bury her in the maw of your King and stand proud. Seek revenge and kill that Bitch. Let yourself feel the pleasure of drowning in Sayako’s blood and let darkness consume you. Let yourself forget they ever existed.
And slowly but surely, you know damn well, that you’ve truly become a monster yourself.
Knowing, that your soul is losing every last piece of humanity with every step you take.
You rush over to the other side of your futon, your weapons still laying there where you left them. Dagger, bow and your only arrow.
No time.
You pick up the dagger and take the bottom part of your kimono, staining it even more with Akiko’s blood that’s still sticking on your hands. Quickly you slice a slit into the fabric for better movement and shove the dagger into your obi. Then you grab the bow and arrow and rush out of your room.
Lightning.
You stomp down the halls. The splatter of the rain is your companion, the rumble of the storm your heartbeat.
Another lightning.
Suddenly you hear that door fall open again and before you arrive at that very corner, you see that bitch Sayako stumbling into your vision. Still a few yards in distance, you see her carrying a kitchen knife in her left, unwounded hand. She immediately stops and looks at you.
And you look back at her.
Wasting no time, you draw your arrow, focus on her and let go. Immediately.
Shoot.
Whoosh.
Through the darkness it flies.
A bad shot.
Sayako is fast, she reacts quickly and dodges, running back out of the door she came from.
Shit!
Clenching your jaw, you curse yourself another time, for not having trained with your weapons in a while, not even touched them. Your only arrow crashes against the wall and lands on the floor. A maniacal giggle echoes through the halls, until it’s silenced with the shut of the door.
Hurrying forward, you peek around the corner, before you rush to get your arrow. It’s still intact, as you pick it up.
In the distance, you hear the sound of Sukuna’s door. You look up and turn to see the light from his room illuminating the dark floor from behind the corner.
No time to waste.
You turn back to make your way to the door that Sayako left through.
Striding through the next part of the shrine, the sound of your footsteps is silenced by the splattering rain from outside.
It’s dark.
Your heart is beating fast, adrenaline is pumping through your veins. She could stand right in front of your eyes with the next lightning.
Oh how much you would love for your fist to fly through the darkness to punch into her face.
However, those halls seem empty, as if no one ever set foot in it. Another door is moving in the distance, however, the echo makes it difficult to determine which one it was. Looking around you, your vision can’t focus on anything.
Doesn’t matter.
You arrive at the kitchen door and wrap the bow around your torso, tug the arrow inside your obi, before taking out the dagger. You grab it tightly with your left hand and inhale before you loudly kick the door open.
“Sayakooo!” you yell, as you burst into the dark room. Only the candle on the counter is burning. The flickering light throws sharp shadows dancing against the walls, as suddenly-
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Heavy footsteps approach you to your left and you turn to see one of the other kitchen maids stomping right at you, swinging a heavy cleaver into your direction with her right hand. Her body and motion almost being only a shadow, thanks to the dim light of the candle. Your breath hitches, but you manage to crouch down in time. Quickly you, go down to your knees and crawl along the counter, manage to grab the basket with the apples in the corner and pull at it, causing it to fall over. Loudly, those apples roll onto the floor, roll into the direction of your attacker.
You turn around, see her taking another swing with the cleaver, as she suddenly trips and you also can’t react fast enough. She curses, as her upper body lands on your legs.
Fuck.
“Bitch!” she hisses, as you try to wiggle free. Your vision down here, on the floor, is even worse, almost black. She gets a hold of your legs and swings her blade at you. A heavy shadow with a deadly weapon. You clench your jaw, as survival instinct and adrenaline shoot through you-
CLING
The cleaver buries itself on the floor to your left, cutting through your sleeve and you feel that the fabric was pinned to the ground. Your left arm can’t move, as she tries to remove the knife, but it sits too deep.
And she struggles, as you keep wiggling your legs and with a loud grunt, you manage to free your right leg and-
Bam!
You manage to kick into her face. She cries out and looses the hold of the cleaver. You unconsciously let go of your dagger and it clings to the floor, as you move over to your side, grabbing the hilt of the cleaver with your right hand to free yourself from the ground.
Hearing your dagger’s blade rattle against the floor, rage bubbles up in you, fearing she got a hold of it.
No!
You pull and pull but nothing moves, before you quickly lay flat again, as you hear her coming closer.
Sting!
She strikes, burying the tip of your dagger into the floor right next to your face, cutting your cheek in the process.
You breathe angrily, clench your jaw and your lip trembles, as your hand searches on the floor, searches for an apple to crush against her head.
Sting!
Another strike, another miss, however dangerously close. The darkness feels like your best friend and enemy at the same time. Everything happens so fast, you can only hope and trust your instincts to dodge into the right direction. She retracts the blade from the floor and in that moment, an apple finds your hand. She strikes again, but this time, you do, too.
Before the blade can reach your face, the apple crushes against her temple, sending juices and bits and pieces right into her eyes.
“Fuck!” she curses, while her hands shoot to her eyes. She let’s go of your blade and falls backwards, causing your weapon fall onto the floor right next to your face. The impact and it’s angle makes it repel itself from the ground, causing it to cut into your left ear.
You groan and curse in pain, while you use the moment to roll over again. Pulling yourself up to your feet, you pull at the cleaver with all your strength.
Pull…Pull PullPullPull
Shluk!
You’re able to rip it out of the ground, before hurrying to the sack of rice, that’s stored in the adjacent corner, as you hear the maid collect herself and get back on her feet as well.
You grab a fistful of grains from the sack, turn around and throw it into her face. She manages to dodge your attack and follows you, trying to grab the sleeves of your Kimono. Adrenaline kicks in and in all the stress and motions, you can’t find a good moment to swing at her with the cleaver in your right hand, as she chases you around the counter in the middle.
Suddenly, she gets a hold on your collar, yanks you back to her. In the split of a second you see the candle, flickering, hot, with molten wax, sitting on the counter to your right. Your body reacts, grabbing it hastily with your left hand, turn around and shove it into her right eye.
A loud hissing sound fills the air, as she starts to scream and the light goes out, covering both of you in complete darkness, before a lightning strikes. You see her screaming face in the split of a second, so full of pain and agony, full of molten wax and blood.
Grabbing her by her wrists, you yank her to into the corner you’ve been lying moments before. She trips another time and falls onto her back.
Wham!
Apples crush under her weight, as she hits the ground, as her head hits the floor with a loud bang. She keeps screaming and you hear her voice becoming sore. Quickly, before you lose track of her position, you crouch down and straddle her, as she wriggles in pain. You heave the cleaver up, grabbing it with both of your hands and swing it down.
And you hit.
Splerch!
With a loud impact, you hit right into her face, cutting off her screams. Blood splatters into your face, as you feel her twitching.
Another lightning reveals what you’ve done.
Not enough.
A crack hits your ear, as you pull out the blade and swing it down again.
Sqwelp!
And again.
Shunk!
And again.
Sphhhlt!
Until she doesn’t move.
Until it’s completely-
Silence.
Panting, you toss away the cleaver and take a moment to collect yourself, before you lean over to grab your dagger back into your own hand. Carefully, you stand back up, feeling the blood drops on your face. Tapping along the counter, you find your way back to the opened door. Looking through the door, you see a huge shadow that paints the wall across from you.
A rumble, followed by lightning.
The light reveals Sukuna, leaning on his shoulders, his arms are crossed in front of him, the upper part of his Kimono hanging from his waist, revealing his naked torso.
And the light also reveals you, with a ripped Kimono, that looks just like his and with blood on your face.
His eyes keep glowing through the darkness, looking down at you with his chin risen. His gaze is stern, looking right through you, into your soul.
And if you weren’t you, you would’ve crumbled under this gaze of your King. Out of fear and horror, like a normal person would.
But not you.
Not me.
Your lip twitches and you glare back at his face. Without saying a word, you turn to your left to walk further down the halls, vanishing into the darkness-
Lightning.
Not far from the kitchen door, you see that other doors grace the wall to your left and suddenly, you see a light illuminating behind the next corner. You stop in your tracks.
Quiet now.
Without a sound, you tug your dagger back into your obi and take out the bow and arrow instead. The light keeps moving and moving, until it’s about to reveal itself. Quietly, you nock the arrow, keep standing still right where you’re standing and finally, one of other kitchen maids walks into your vision. You remember her joking about Sukuna’s taste in food with the maid you just killed.
The candlelight illuminates her and some of the space around her, but it doesn’t reach far. You assume, that she won’t see you, that you stand in complete darkness, until she approaches you further.
Badum. Badum. Badum.
Shhhh.
You soothe yourself, as she keeps walking towards you, not seeing you. She holds a knife in her hand, walking carefully, watching the darkness.
Correcting your feet, you quietly breathe in.
Flex your core.
She walks closer.
A little higher.
Heartache.
You suppress the hiss in your lungs and aim at her head.
Breathe out.
Now she’s close enough, suddenly her eyes widen, as she see’s how the light of her candle suddenly engulfs your figure. You focus on her, your eyes twitching at her wide ones.
“Boo!” you say calmly, before you let go of your arrow.
Thump!
With a loud impact, the arrow buries itself into her forehead, yanking her towards the ground. The metal of the candle holder and her knife clank against the stone floor, as she twitches once or twice, until it’s silent again.
Finally.
You sniff proudly, before you lower your bow and walk up to her. Putting your foot on her sternum, you grab the arrow and rip it out of her skull. It breaks out easy and you watch her empty eyes for a second, before you look up to the doors. They look similar to the one to your-
Those must be their rooms.
“Mhm…” you mumble to yourself, as you’re walking back to the first door you saw. Wrapping your bow around your torso, you switch the arrow with your dagger.
Which one is hers?
You rip open the first door, see the head of the kitchen maids standing at her window, quickly turning around to you. Not the maid you hoped to see, but seeing the blood on her hands, you figure, that she must’ve helped Sayako to cut out her tongue…
and didn’t even bother to wash it off.
A candle is burning in the corner. Glaring and focusing at her, like you’re on a hunt, you walk slowly, eye her up and down.
And her eyes grow angry and scared.
“You’re complicit in killing that girl, aren’t you?” you say, nudging your chin at her hands. Avoiding to speak Akiko’s name feels like a reaction of your immune system, to keep pushing her into the back of your head.
To forget.
She just follows your motions with her eyes, not daring to say anything. The grip on your dagger tightens.
“I thought only her tongue was cut out, not yours too.” you smirk, loosing the tension, before you sit down on her futon.
“Look at you.” she starts talking quietly. “Being covered in blood, you sit there. You’re becoming just like him. Something evil, with an aura that people can’t help to be fascinated with, obsessed with. Gentrifying their thoughts and actions around you, just like Sayako.”
You frown amused at her, feeling almost flattered, while she continues.
“Although you’re just someone who happened to walk in here. With nothing but the clothes on your body and your past in your brain. Not realising, how you’re loosing yourself in the attention he gives you. Loosing yourself in the words he tells you, in those lips he touches you with. What if he-”
“So?” you huff. And after a pause your mouth turns into a grin, start to chuckle deviously. Rolling back, you lay on her futon, exhale amused and look softly at her.
She frowns in surprise, can’t answer.
“He is all I have.” you say softly, with a smirk on your face. “And I am his. I lost my heart to him and I don’t want it back. No matter what.”
She huffs and shakes her head.
“You’re so far gone.”
A pause.
Your eyes grow dark, as your smirk fades.
“I am.” you say in a serious tone, before you stand up and walk slowly to her. “You wanna know how far?” your voice threatening.
The maid averts your gaze as you step close to her, lean to her ear.
“Far enough, to feed that girl you killed to my King.” you lean closer. “Far enough, to make him act upon my wish and far enough to seek blood to make me feel better.” you whisper. “So… don’t act like you know anything better than me. Don’t forget who you’re speaking to.”
She huffs quietly, before she speaks.
“Well, who am I spea-“
Bam!
You interrupt her with a punch into her face. It’s hard, with the hilt of your dagger. You even hear the crack of her nose. She cries out and her hands fly into her face, trying to soothe the ache.
“Fucking bitch.” she hisses, earning another punch.
Bam!
“There was a time I almost thought we could’ve been friends.” you say calmly, mixing your voice with her cries, before your right hand grabs her hair and yanks her head downward. You stash away the dagger, take the candle with you and walk her back to the door.
“When you’ve been caring for me when I was sick, when you were nice to me at the well, when you prepared food for me.” you continue, while dragging her out of her chambers. “Aaaahhh. Old times.” you chime.
The maid struggles in your hold and you dig your nails deeper into her scalp. Walking a few steps, there’s another door and you stop, pondering.
There’s someone missing.
Someone you haven’t seen in a while.
“Hm.” you conclude, before you take the detour and open said door. A loud squeak is heard from the inside.
A loud, familiar squeak.
Walking inside, another lightning reveals the person. It’s the blind maid. Panicking, sitting trembling on her futon in darkness. The other maid tries to wriggle out of your grip.
“Leave her!”-
“Shut up.” you hiss, as she tries to punch you, making you respond with another punch right on her head. She shouts in pain and the blind maid starts whimpering. You drag the maid with you, closer to the blind one, before you crouch down in front of her, holding the candle into her face.
And you look at her. In silence. Without her knowing how close you are.
There are scars in the corners of her eyes, right where Sukuna’s slashes hit. Her eyes are closed, probably no eyeballs left.
She hides her face behind her fists in worry, nibbles on her nails and rocks back and forth.
And you can’t help to think she’s innocent.
“H-Hanae?” she asks quietly.
You raise your brows in awe, having learned another name.
Hanae.
You tug on her hair, making her grunt.
“I’m here.” she hisses.
“You’re coming with us.” you whisper gently. “C’mon. Take her hand.”
You put the candle next to you for a moment and guide the blind girls hand into one from Hanae. Grabbing the candleholder, you stand up and walk out of the room. Your fist doesn’t leave Hanae’s hair as you turn to your left and keep walking down the halls.
Quietly.
The storm seems to stop, giving you no occasional light to make you fully see where you’re going. But it doesn’t matter, you’ve been running down these halls in utter darkness before, so your candlelight will be perfectly fine. You walk them past the maid you’ve killed with your arrow.
Down, down, down those halls.
Where are you, Sayako?
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Suddenly, you hear footsteps. You stop in your tracks and listen. Another glow in the dark, flickering and stumbling, behind the very same corner the maid earlier came from. However, it doesn’t move so slowly. Not at all.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Sayako turns around the corner, holding a knife in her left hand and barely holding onto a candle holder in her wounded, right hand. The bandages are dripping red, still and it must hurt to even touch anything with those slit fingers.
She spots you and your hostages, making her grin widely. Crazy, almost.
“Who do we have here?” she chuckles, visibly excited to see you. “I assume, that you liked the gift I sent you? Making you parade through these halls, using everyone you come across to paint yourself full of your bloody misery.”
You clench your jaw, are ready to go straight at her, but-
Be calm!
Breathe!
Quietly, you stare at her, not answering to her yapping. Stare at her, like a predator that’s focusing on its prey.
And her grin fades.
“I hope Sukuna was embarrassed by your misery, hearing how pathetic you were, while you cried for that stupid bitch. I hope my King saw who you truly are-“
“Sayako!” Hanae interrupts, but Sayako keeps talking, gritting her teeth.
“A piece of garbage. A sick whore, who thinks she can do what she wants, just because he enjoys your oozing cunt!”
“Stop!”
You huff quietly, tugging on Hanae’s hair again.
“Do you wanna know, what he told me?” you start to speak, as a smirk creeps on your face. “What he made me say, before I-”
“I don’t give a shit what he told you! He is lost!!” she shouts at you, before she tosses away the candle. “You fucking witch!” she keeps going, as she suddenly charges into your direction, raising her knife, ready to stab you.
Thinking Sayako would have to slow down her moves in order to catch you when you hide, you pull Hanae in front of you, shielding you. The blind girl stumbles after her, losing the hold of Hanae’s hand, as you quickly take another step behind, when suddenly-
Splitch! Splitch! Splitch!
Sayako starts shouting in rage, while she keeps stabbing Hanae in order to get to you. You’re shocked, stumbling backwards and sideways, hearing Hanae’s painful screams, but keep her in front of you, shielding yourself from Sayako’s insanity, until you feel her hair pulling against your hand. Hanae’s knees give in, as she whimpers and cries and gasps for air and you let her go.
With a loud thump her body falls onto the floor and the blind maid starts to scream.
Sayako still aims at you and you dodge one of her blows, while you witness how the blind girl falls to her knees in the corner of your eye.
“Hanae! Hanae!” she screams, shaking Hanae’s lifeless body in order to wake her up.
Slit!
Sayako’s knife cuts your right arm, not too deep, making you focus back on her. Your back meets the wall and before she can wield her knife again, you raise your leg to kick her in her stomach.
And you hit, with all your force.
Bam!
She falls to the ground and you quickly pull your dagger out of your obi. Sayako is fast to gather herself, moves to her side and wants to get up, but you throw your candle and candleholder against her head instead.
With a loud clang, it hits her temple, making her loose balance and sink further back to the ground again. She cries out in pain, while the blind maid keeps screaming and wailing in the back.
The flame doesn’t extinguish, as the candle rolls around the floor, giving you the perfect vision to give her another
kick
against her face.
Oh it feels good.
Her head and upper body is thrown back at the force, but she catches herself after a second and looks back at you-
And her eyes scream into yours.
With rage.
With fear.
Panting.
You crouch down to her and stare at her, muster her. Watch how a little blood runs down her temple.
And suddenly it’s just you two. The blind girls screams and cries grow faint and mute in the distance.
Like predator and prey.
So calm and quietly.
“Too bad you didn’t catch fire.” you mumble, cold, as your focus shifts to the blood, that runs down her nose. “Unlike me.”
She huffs insecurely, before she turns into the other direction.
As if instinct and adrenaline shot through her veins, she quickly hurries back on her feet and runs. Giggling, she creates some distance between you and her, almost stumbling over dead Hanae.
Sayako slows down and turns back to you, breathing, her eyes wide, as her giggles turn into laughter.
“Look at you!” she sighs loudly, the faint light of the candle flickering on her figure. “You’ve changed!”
Your lip twitches in excitement.
Tap. Tap.
You tap with the tip of your dagger onto the cold stone floor.
She starts running and the surrounding sounds echo clearly into your ear again. The blind girl keeps crying, louder and louder. You get up and hop over dead Hanae’s body, following Sayako with large, determined steps.
Down through the halls.
With screams behind your back.
Left corner.
Right corner.
Sayako keeps giggling.
Up those stairs.
The doors open and you see Sayako’s silhouette run outside into the blue moonlight, when suddenly, the screams from inside the halls are cut off.
And you know it was him.
Out.
Your foot hits the grass, a cold breeze flows through your hair, as you keep your focus on Sayako. She runs towards the woods, that you’ve walked through with your Love, makes you remember his words to you, when you asked him to teach you how to fight.
And your heart aches and your eyes get wet at the thought of those memories, how important you already must have been to him back then.
To teach you at your wish.
And how important you must be to him now.
To sent you to kill Sa-
…to kill that Bitch.
To make you feel better.
To set you free.
You sniff, still walking fast behind her, the space growing being between the two of you. As soon as she reaches the trees, you quickly stash away your dagger and in one fluid motion, unwrap the bow from your torso, pull out the arrow and nock it.
Too late.
Step.
No!
Halt. Her calf.
Breathe.
Shoot!
You let go, making your arm sting. It flies and flies, steady, until it grazes her thigh, makes her cry out loud in pain, makes her bleed, makes her stumble and almost fall. Your arrow lands into the thicket, down into the darkness and you realise, that it’ll be impossible to find again this night.
Fuck!
You stomp your foot angry onto the ground, before you hurry after the Bitch, who now only limbs her way through the thicket and trees into the darkness of the forest. Tossing, the bow away and into the grass, you reach the trees, feeling a dark energy looming behind you.
It’s him.
You turn around, see the tall silhouette of Sukuna emerge from the entrance of the shrine, walking slowly. Adrenaline starts pumping in your veins again and you turn back forward, begin to crawl through that thicket. Slow.
The branches scratch and poke you through your kimono, it hurts, but you keep being focused on your goal.
My goal…
Focus.
To revenge.
To forget.
And what else?
And to make him mine.
And mine only.
No bitch to bother me.
’Cause I am his and he’ll be mine.
For now and all eternity.
Crack.
The sound rips you out of your thoughts. The Bitch has been moving forward and forward, moving towards that clearing where the moonlight hits the ground. That clearing where he saved you from those beasts, months ago.
Another step, another scratch and another branch that cracks beneath your foot and you step onto that clearing. The Bitch is still limping and you can see, that a big, red stain has formed on her kimono where your arrow hit.
She slows down and turns to you.
“When I think about it.” she starts, panting, her breath forming a cloud into the cold air. “I knew you’ve changed. I knew it when I heard you in the kitchen. So loud and filthy, breaking all of our hearts at once. What a vile bitch you are.”
You feel Sukuna’s presence arriving in the thicket behind you. So silently, while she keeps talking.
“At first I thought, what you made me do with my finger was just a silly, evil mood of yours. A way to revenge my little kick to your head, but no… You enjoy this.” she starts chuckling. “So I enjoyed, what I did to your little friend.”
You clench your jaw, as you stare at her wordlessly, while you slowly draw your dagger from your obi.
“I’m proud of you. Your garbage self became a pathetic monster who thinks she’s something. Prancing around in those halls, bewitching our King.”
You can‘t help, but to scoff at her words.
“Maybe I should’ve done the same, should’ve thought of some kind of spell, some kind of sorcery, six years ago.” she sighs, while looking up into the sky.
Wait.
“Six years ago?” you frown suspiciously and she chuckles, her eyes growing soft.
“When he took me in, as a price for destroying that muddy village next to mine.” she smiles.
Was she…
“Everyone was so proud of me, thinking I was to become his queen, someone royal and respected. And I did, too, until I learned what’s going on here. But I kept fighting and made sure I stood by his side, even though his soul never appeared approachable in any kind.”
…the price for my freedom?
“And then someday, you knocked on this very door!” she starts shouting, pointing with the knife into the void of the trees, directing to the shrine’s door. “And he changed, lost his mind and soul like he never did before! Six years worth of effort became in vain over some beggar like you! Stinky and foul on the outside and inside!”
Just like now.
“I hate you!” she shouts.
And you realise how similar the both of you are and always have been. It makes you smile.
“I hate you, too.” you say softly and from your heart, almost like you’re talking to an old friend. It makes her huff.
“Now tell me, how did you like my response to the audacity of yours to act like his fucking queen, when in reality he just can’t see the filth that you are??” she hisses.
The energy behind you grows darker, making your smile fade and your fingers tighten around the handle of your dagger, before you start moving forward.
Enough.
“Her screams so pathetic, so shrill, like a small baby, that’s been scared by a mere shadow.”
Clenching your jaw, you keep listening to what she’s saying.
“Started crying like a little child, when she lost her ability to beg for mercy.”
Your blood starts boiling.
Merge with your weapon.
”Too bad you couldn’t see her hollow eyes, when I fed her to my King.” you growl, as you approach her, lunging your dagger.
Her eyes widen in horror, before she’s quick enough to dodge your attack.
“What’s the matter?” you hiss, as you aim another time, this time slicing into her right upper arm.
Don’t think.
She cries out, as drops of blood fly through the air, before she suddenly buries the handle of her knife into your temple.
Bam!
You groan in agony, can’t see straight, as you try to reach for her hand that’s holding her knife to prevent her from attacking further, but she cuts into your fingers instead.
Don’t let her be faster than me!
Another pump of adrenaline shoots through you, making you rip your eyes open wide.
See!
“What’s the matter, you ask?” she shouts, before lunging her knife at you. “How dare you!”
You dodge with your upper body, but she buries the blade into your left thigh.
Splerch!
“Fuck!” you shout, the pain stinging badly. It feels like she even hit your bone and you can sense, that the energy, that’s sitting hiding in the trees, grows darker and darker every second.
And it reaches your soul.
You can feel it.
The darkness is growing in you. Consuming you.
She chuckles darkly, as she pulls out the knife from the flesh of your thigh and in the split of a second you turn away and run into the other direction, back to the trees.
“What now? This isn’t over!” she keeps shouting and you hear her running after you.
Your thigh keeps hurting, but you try your best to be fast.
At least faster than her.
Step. Step. Step. Step.
Fuck!
No!
Concentrate!
Step.Step...Step.Step.
Be calm!
Left hand.
Her left hand!!
Breathe!!
Step.Step.Step.Step.
You almost stumble, but you turn around and your swing your blade, see the Bitch running behind you, only a few yards away, before you let go of your dagger, aiming at the hand she’s holding her knife in.
Please.
Splitch!
The blade buries into her wrist, not exactly the point you aimed for, but it’s good enough. She screams and looses her own knife at the impact and stops running, bending her body in agony.
And you loose no time.
You start to sprint into her direction, despite the blood and pain in your thigh and tackle her harshly to the ground.
Thwump!
“You’re right. It isn’t!” you growl, as you straddle her and punch into her face. The punch so hard, blood starts crawling out of her nose again, before it mixes with the blood on her lips.
More.
Seeing her bleed from your punch fuels the darkness within you even more. It tickles in your veins, like boiling alcohol. With her being stunned from the punch, you take the opportunity to pull out your dagger from her wrist, causing the blood to run out of her arm and grab her hands, before you clamp her arms between your knees against her sides.
And then you punch her again.
Bam!
She spits blood.
And you start trembling from the excitement, start to gasp and rip your eyes wide open.
More!
A punch with the handle of your dagger.
You start chuckling, feel how she’s struggling beneath your legs like a fish on dry ground. The feeling so good, you feel the excitement overflow. Feel like you need to see more and more of her blood again. Your vision grows foggy, but so clear and sharp at the same time, as if your rage makes you so blind, but so aware, as if you can see with every sense in your being. The darkness keeps growing, your brain starts heating up, your heart is aching and you feel the need to punch her again.
Over and over and over again.
Bam!
Thwump!
Plorrkk!
And you can’t help but to laugh.
All those suppressed feelings over the passed time that you’re in this shrine, all the disrespect, the pain and the anger she’s caused and fuelled in your soul, they all come out as a laugh of insanity.
And you enjoy this.
With all your heart.
But your heart?
It’s aching so badly, almost ripping apart, as if he misses you so much, but you know he’s right behind you.
Watching. Enjoying.
As if he’s growing proud of the cruelty that you’ve become.
As if he wants to join you and your fun.
Almost as if he wants to fuck you into nirvana, right into the ground next to her body.
Oh and you would love it. Would love to let him carnally take you and make her witness with her last breath, that you’re his and he’s yours.
To let her know, who you are and what she never was.
To teach her the respect she never had.
To burn into her brain, that it was a mistake to fuck with you, that it was a mistake to kill Aki-
Thwump!
Another punch, that renders her unable to move, but not unconscious. She still keeps blinking, her eyes looking empty, her chest still moving, breathing slightly.
You run your thumb soothingly over the bruise you printed on her right cheek.
“Shhhh.” you coo. “Sukuna is here, you know, watching.”
Then you grab her by her jaw, squeezing her cheeks and give her a kiss on her forehead.
“And I’m glad, that he and the moon can both witness your misery tonight.” you whisper at her bloody face. Her eyes grow wide in terror, as she sees your face, your eyes. She panics, as she’s unable to move beneath your hold and you notice familiar sounds of growls coming from inside the woods.
Oh. Right.
Those Curses.
They’re waiting.
But you ignore them and keep your focus on your prey beneath.
“Now cry like a little child.” you spit at her, before you force her mouth open. “Say aaa!”
She starts screaming, squirming and struggling beneath your body, as you move the tip of your dagger down her mouth, poking through her tongue and piercing through. Her screams grow shrill, it hurts in your ear.
Hurts so good.
So satisfying.
Blood pools in her mouth and her eyes roll back, as she winds herself in pain. She chokes and coughs and cries and screams, as you cut through the muscle that made her able to speak those foul words, that flew right from her lips and throat like poison.
And it makes you laugh, makes you feel insane and cruel and happy and you can sense, that the beasts within the woods are impatient, ready to step out into the moonlight.
“Look at you.” you mock her. “I bet even she didn’t look so pathetic, compared to you.”
This sweet torture and revenge, it makes your heart go through the roof.
“Keh Keh Keh! Ahhhh!” you chuckle as you finally feel the muscle tear apart. Burying the dagger into the ground next to her head, you grab the tongue with your bare fingers and rip it out of her mouth.
Splitch!
Her screams grow silent, as you raise the tongue into your vision, while she keeps twitching under you. Mustering it for a second, you notice how she stopped fighting.
“Oy!” you slap her cheek, make her face turn to your right.
Nothing.
You quickly tug the tongue into your obi and raise her upper body. She doesn’t move, lost consciousness.
“I’m not ready yet, Sayako.” you whisper at her, before slapping her cheek another time.
And again.
And again.
And it wakes her up.
The Bitch starts coughing violently, spitting her own blood right into your face and you start to smile.
“There you go.” you chuckle, as she catches herself and calms down.
Looking back into your eyes, she grows horrified, before you yank her back down to the ground.
She moves, her hands slipped out from between your legs and find your arms, while she tries to speak, but only muffled noises come out of her mouth, making it impossible to understand. Her nails dig into your arms, as she starts crying and kicking again, while you take the dagger back into your hands.
“You held your promise with the tongue.” you hover over her, placing the tip of the dagger over her chest. “So I’m gonna do the same.”
She panics and screams and kicks and bends, knowing what’s about to come, but the strength in her hands is not nearly enough to yank you away. You slowly push the dagger into her ribcage, while your right hand guides the blade and your left hand pushes on the hilt, until you feel a resistance.
“Mh.” you hum, before you pull out the knife again, take the handle with both hands and raise it above your head.
“Bitch.” you sneer, before you stab her chest with all your might, aiming not directly at her heart, slicing through her bones.
She screams, but her vocal cords already give in, making it sound hoarse and voiceless. You pull the blade down, opening her rip cage even more.
Sayako starts to hyperventilate, her body starts to shake and tremble, her hands search and bury themselves into the dirt next to her. Your heart is pounding against your own chest, as you lean down and take a sniff.
This scent.
Of death and fear. It pushes you.
“Ahhhh.” you chime.
Like in trance, like on a high, your fingers find the edges of her bones and with all your might you crack it open, revealing her lungs and barely beating heart in front of you, the sudden force on her making her stop moving entirely.
Badum… Badum… Ba…dum…
“So weak.” you hiss, before you chuckle. Looking up to her face, her eyes grew empty. Hollow.
Another look at her heart.
Silence.
It’s sitting still, right there in her chest.
She’s gone.
You grab her jaw and turn her face to look at you.
And your eyes grow soft and your heart slows down.
Your hand moves from her jaw and grabs her heart, fingers burying into her insides, squeezing right into the remaining warmth of her lifeless body. The adrenaline recedes, and with the last strength you have within you, you rip it out.
And at the same time, it feels like he rips your own heart out as well.
You sigh loudly, catch your breath, before you look at it.
The moonlight shines its light upon it, makes the blood glistening and shining.
So small.
You sigh.
It’s over.
A pause.
Exhausted, you lean back and get back up on your feet. Your thigh feels like it’s about to give in, but it will be enough to go back. Tugging the dagger back into your obi, you suddenly feel something sniff at you.
Something huge.
It’s close.
And you almost forgot its there.
Almost forgot, during the bloodlust you felt.
You turn to your left and see a huge beast standing right before you. One of those curses, much taller than the ones which attacked you, much taller than the ones which are probably still sitting in the woods, ready to come out.
And you look it in the eye, staring right into its soul.
Feeling no fear whatsoever.
And somehow, you think, that it won’t hurt you.
It’s not here because of you.
It’s because of her-
Swooosh!
A fire arrow suddenly flies through the air and hits it right through its skull, making it collapse and fall to its knees right before your feet. A certain kind of self awareness and power creeps through your whole body, that the impact didn’t even make you flinch.
You watch the beast burn and crackle and stink right before your eyes, before you turn around and see Sukuna standing at the trees. The moonlight hits his figure and his eyes glare at you, before you start to walk up to him, squeezing Sayako’s heart into your fist. Your thigh feels worse with every step and you grow slower, until you arrive at the woods where Sukuna is standing.
And he looks down at you, his eyes containing a hint of softness towards your blood covered figure.
You blink at him, before you wordlessly limp into the trees, back to the shrine.
Slowly.
Step by step.
Branches cracking beneath your feet.
And you hear how he follows you.
How he follows every step you take.
Tugging at your heart.
Then you see the shrine, see a bunch of maids standing right in front of its entrance, looking at you.
And you wonder if they’re in fear or in awe.
You’ve never seen most of them before, but you don’t question it, since there were always other maids at the hearings before and you’ve never seen every corner of the shrine.
However, you’re surprised to see them, wonder if they’re happy or mad about your return. Uraume walks into the doorstep, looking sternly at you.
Quietly, you walk past the maids, see how they lower their gaze, as you walk by. You blink at Uraume and they bow their head and you don‘t question it, before you step into the door and carefully walk down the stairs.
Your question fills the room, as you hear him biting into a finger.
He turns to you and eyes you up and down, before he pokes his tongue between his teeth and smacks his lips.
“Not here.” he responds carelessly.
Crack.
“I wish she would’ve waited for me.” you say in thought, as you walk to his door and take a peek outside, hoping to catch her walking down the halls.
No one is there. Only those quiet halls are staring back at you. Empty and bleak, as if nobody ever walked through it.
A lightning brightens up the walls. Still empty.
And suddenly the weird feeling from earlier grows in your stomach, as you remember.
She had to go to the kitchen to get his dinner… after Sayako’s punishment.
Crack.
A rumble.
Something isn’t right.
His eyes bore into your figure and as you turn back around, something suddenly catches your eye. Something on the cart’s handle. You squint your eyes, as you notice red smear on its right side. Moving closer, your heartbeat quickens. Leaning in, you touch it with your fingertip. You blink and you start feel nauseous, as the smear and lints stick to your finger and you realise it’s…
blood.
“My King?” you call him in worry and your breath quickens, as you look back to him, showing him your stained finger.
His upper pair of eyes focus on your finger, while the bottom pair stays on you. Staying silent, he keeps chewing, before his upper pair jump back to your eyes again.
No reaction.
And you get scared.
“Talk to me. Please.” you beg, your eyes grow wet while you turn back around. “Where is she? Did you order Uraume to take her-?”
The anxiety doesn’t even let you complete your question, as you open the chamber door another time and look into the halls again.
No one.
And no answer.
You keep staring into the emptiness of the hall, your mind running circles.
The handle never caught blood from the plates before and if she was wounded, she would’ve stayed here. Of course she would’ve stayed here. Waiting for me. Where’s she? And blood? Blood?? Only the right side of the handle. Lints. Traces of bandages? Could it have been…
Sa-?
Your heart beats in your throat and a chill comes over you, as you turn back and stomp to Sukuna.
“Who brought this cart?-” you raise your voice at him, but get interrupted, as your eyes finally take a glance at the plates on the cart.
Your heart almost stops beating and Sukuna… stays silent.
Four red eyes keep boring into you, as you try to swallow down a panic attack from the sight in front of you, panting in shock and anxiety, as you see the plates.
Just now you see them. Not having paid attention to them earlier, because you have seen the bits and pieces oh so many times. Not thinking of anything unusual, because most of them contain the usual. A heart. Fingers. Slaps of meat.
All except for one plate. The plate which sight makes you want to scream.
A plate with a tongue.
Bloody. Bright red. Fresh.
Cut. off.
No! No No NoNo!
Your mind short circuits and you burst through the door, sprinting through the halls. Pulse rising and beating in your throat and you feel nauseous, hoping what you fear isn‘t true.
Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap
Around the corner.
Please.
TapTapTapTapTapTap
A rumble.
You run faster and before you can reach the next doors, they fall open.
Akiko, being pushed harshly through the doors, stumbles in your direction, her eyes ripped open wide in panic and shock, as a river of blood flows down her chin, neck and her kimono.
„AKIKO!“ you scream, before both of you collide, making her collapse in your arms. Akiko‘s weight pulls you to the ground.
You hear a devious giggle and you look up, seeing Sayako’s grin being lit up by the lightning from outside, waving at you with her right hand, bloody bandages covering her wounds and amputated finger, before the doors fall shut. Looking back down to Akiko laying in your arms, you panic.
„No! No No NoNoNo!!!“ you cry.
Unable to talk, Akiko pulls at your sleeves in agony, as her panicked eyes fill with tears. Dark bruises on her face from whatever they’ve done to her.
Another lightning.
The crimson blood keeps pooling in her mouth, the sight makes you want to scream in horror. A panic you’ve never felt before and you’re remembered of what this place truly is.
What can I do? What can I do?
You feel so helpless.
„No!“ you try to pull her up back to her feet, want to drag her to Sukuna, want him to heal her, so that you can throw her out of this shithole of a shrine. Make her forget you and you forget her. Make her forget she ever had to call something like you her Lady. Make yourself forget her little talks and smiles and meals and how nice she was to you.
She didn’t deserve to get to know me.
And I definitely didn’t deserve to get to know her.
Your guilt ridden mind repels any kindness to yourself, as you try to hoist her back on her feet.
But she can‘t.
Another rumble.
Akiko collapses again, her force on your sleeves pulls you back down with her. She starts to choke on her own blood, starts to cough violently. Her eyes fill with red, making her blue orbs drown into a red lake of her own blood. You tremble, the panic overcomes you and you freeze. Tears of shock and agony drip down onto her bleeding face.
“Shhh Shhh shhh!” you desperately try to calm her, holding her face, but she keeps struggling, keeps coughing, blood hits your face.
And you know she’s going to die. Right here, right now.
„I‘m so sorry! I’m so sorry!“ you whimper quietly.
Akiko shakes and twitches in your helpless arms, gasps for air and groans voicelessly. Her nails dig into the sleeves of your kimono, so tight, you think you can hear the fabric slowly ripping.
And there is nothing you can do.
“I’m here, I’m here. I’m so sorry!” you keep whispering and crying.
You press your eyes shut, hoping it is just a nightmare that you can wake up from. She twitches and twitches.
It’s just a nightmare.
And she stops.
It’s just a nightmare.
A pause.
Thunder.
Followed by silence.
Your open your eyes, see Akiko motionless in front of you. Until another lightning lights up her face.
Lifeless.
Your eyes widen in terror, as you see her empty eyes staring back at you, pain and suffering still noticeable in them. The blue abyss in the middle of her bloodshot eyes. Only traces of the blonde colour of her hair are left between the crimson massacre. Your shaking hand moves a strand of her hair out of her face, as you start weeping.
And your heart hurts. Hurts so, so much. Like it’s being ripped out of your body with an unearthly force.
And it burns. Burns so so much. With the fire of rage and hate. It’s eating you up, your brain and soul. You tense up and your whole body starts shaking. Clenching your jaw, you look to the door you saw Sayako’s ugly shitface giggling at you just moments ago. Your thighs are ready to make you jump on your feet again, but-
No!
I can’t leave her here.
I gotta bring her to Sukuna.
Maybe he can…
You swallow your pain and rage for a moment longer and stand up. Crouching down behind her, you carefully put your arms under hers. Then, you take everything you have in you and hoist her up, pressing her shoulders tight against your chest.
And then you take a step.
And another.
Another.
It takes all your strength to drag her lifeless body across the hall. Every step you take, makes the pain more unbearable, makes the rage more evident.
I should‘ve told her. I should‘ve told her.
To leave this place.
This gruesome place.
Full of blood and death and corpses.
Step by step.
And I knew.
It’s no place for her.
Holding on so tight.
Heavy.
I knew.
The distance to his chambers seems so long. Longer and longer and the weight of agony and guilt slows you down with every step you take.
Slowly, you reach his door, it’s still open. You drag her inside and look over your shoulder, seeing Sukuna sitting in his armchair, his legs crossed and his face leaned on his fist, almost as if he’s waiting. His eyes widen as soon as he sees you.
“My King!” you call desperately, as you try to turn around. Loosing balance, you collapse in front of him. Akiko‘s body slams on the floor right next to you. The loud muffled sound is unbearable in your ears.
„Please heal her!“ you beg, exhausted, while looking at her corpse. Her empty eyes still staring into the void.
He doesn‘t answer.
And his silence starts pissing you off.
„Sukuna!“ you shout, as you finally look at him.
And your eyes meet his red ones, see how they are watching you, squint at you, almost unnoticeable, as if he’s waiting for anything that you might do next.
But his lips keep shut.
The weight in his gaze is crushing your heart, making your throat feel dry as sand, as your lips start trembling, as your mind starts searching for words. But you can’t, shocked by his coldness and his refusal to do anything. He watches your struggle and starts mumbling, before you can say anything.
“She’s dead.”
Anger pools up your throat and you snap. Getting back up on your feet, you stomp in front of him and grab his jaw with your left hand, pulling him closer to your face.
“Don’t you dare to lecture me.” you spit. “Are you unable to heal her or unwilling?” you continue, your eyes growing sinister, making his lip twitch. His brow furrows and his eyes widen in anger and dance between yours, while his bottom right eye jumps back to Akiko. His jaw tenses up beneath your fingers, before he hisses at you.
“Careful.” so low and sharp.
“No!” you hiss back, tightening your grip on his jaw. “I’m not.”
“No… you’re not.” he repeats you lowly through his teeth.
“Answer me!” you dig your nails into his cheeks and you hear his nails scratch into the armrests of his chair. His jaw is tensing more and more, making your your heart beat in your throat. This is a line you have never crossed before, but your pain is pushing you and-
“Keep pushing-” he growls deeply, making you frown in confusion, as suddenly
Knock
Knock
Knock
You flinch at the sudden noises on the door and before you can turn around completely, you hear the door open and Uraume’s voice speak.
“Master Sukuna.” so calm and monotone. “Blood was shed-“
“Uraume!” you call them, letting go of Sukuna and walking straight to them, helplessly grabbing their hands and pulling them into the room.
Uraume stumbles after you and you pull them right next to where Akiko is laying in front of your King. Their eyes linger on her lifeless body, before they shoot to Sukuna. You follow their glance, seeing Sukuna glaring at the both of you.
Silence.
Your heart starts racing.
It’s too much.
This tension.
The apathy of them both makes you want to scream.
“Please!” you beg, grabbing and squeezing their hands hands again, shifting their focus back to you.
“Please, Uraume!” panic rises in your throat again and your voice trembles, as your eyes fill with tears. You kneel back down to Akiko and place your hand on her chest. “Can you heal her?”
Uraume clenches their jaw, a hint of worry in their eyes, before they crouch down next to you. Their hand hovers over Akiko’s face, before they stroke over her jaw. Blood sticks onto their fingers.
A pause, before they turn back to you.
“I apologise.” they say, looking you in the eyes and you think, that you have never seen them so sincere.
So sincere.
A wave of emptiness washes through your being like a wave, almost pulls you down into an abyss of lightless needles and smoke that suffocates your lungs. The tears keep rising and hopelessness overcomes you, as you look back to Akiko.
It‘s my fault.
My fault.
My…
“My mess. I saw you leaving. You brought her to the kitchen to clean up my mess, didn’t you?” you ask Uraume quietly, not pulling your gaze from Akiko, your voice growing thick. “I should’ve known… should’ve known. Should’ve known that you would send her instead of me.” you mumble desperately, referring to Sukuna. “Because you always kept me by your side. And I didn’t notice. Instead, I was enjoying myself… and you. I let myself drown in this victory of earning this special place at your side. Let myself drown in those malicious feelings, this bloodlust, instead of going with her and face what I’ve done. It should’ve been me.”
The guilt grows in your body like poison, pumping the deadly mixture into every cell that you’re made out of. Breathing becomes painful and you bury your face into your hands, let your self fall forward, as you’re kneeling right next to Akiko’s corpse.
“How could I not know that this monster would immediately seek revenge for my behaviour? For this punishment. Her finger for a tongue… The tongue. She told me about the tongue.!” you press your eyes shut. “I was so dumb. So dumb. So dumb.” you tense up more and more.
And then you break. You start to sob. Sob harder and harder, start to wail in agony over your loss and guilt. Tensing up so badly, it’s getting harder and harder for you to breathe.
It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.
Oh god it hurts.
“It hurts so much.” you cry and sob, before you faintly hear Sukuna shift. Suddenly his hand lays on the back of your neck. So gentle. So warm and soothing.
“Don’t let this agony consume you.” he whispers to your left, his voice a sudden balm for your soul.
“I couldn’t do anything. Just watched her die.” you keep talking, while his thumb gently strokes your skin.
And somehow, it keeps you on this earth. Keeps you from falling further into the abyss of pain and guilt and consuming darkness.
He leans his forehead against your temple.
“Y/N.”
His voice.
“What should I do?” you ask desperately. “I should’ve gone with her.”
“Y/N.”
Oh his voice.
“I should be the one who-“
“Y/N!” he suddenly growls loudly, ripping you back to reality, as his fist clenches into your hair. “Look at her!” he continues aggressively, yanking your head down, right in front of Akiko’s blood filled face. “How does it make you feel?”
Your eyes widen in panic, as the tears flow from your eyes. Desperately, you grab onto his sleeves, still wet from the rain, hold on to him like he’s a rock you hold onto in a hurricane.
“Sadness. Guilt. Fear. Panic. Sickness.” he spits. “Look at you! Your mind is oozing with those. It’s making me sick!”
Your eyes widen, his words stab you like a knife, as you’re forced to look dead Akiko in the eyes.
“But there’s something else.” he hisses. “What else is there? Say it!”
What else?
Your heart burns and your jaw clenches tightly, as his nails dig into your skull.
What else?
He swipes the index and middle finger of his upper left hand over Akiko’s blood filled bottom lip, before he shoves them into your mouth. And you’re tensing up, squirming, helpless, as he’s making you taste the iron of her demise and last proof that she existed. Making you taste the bitterness of Sayako and her cruelty.
The taste of hate.
The taste of revenge.
“Say it!” he growls, his lips move against the shell of your ear.
And then you remember it.
You’re at war.
Sayako.
The flames reach up into your throat, engulf your heart and let the smoke cloud your vision, makes you want to move. Sukuna’s fingers slip out of your mouth, bloody spit coating his nails and fingertips, as your eyes keep lingering on Akiko’s empty gaze and as your trembling fingers almost rip the fabric of Sukuna’s kimono apart.
Say it!
“Rage.” you mutter, making you feel him smirk against your ear.
“Oh I can feel it… rage.” he coos, squeezing your heart. “It’s burning in your soul. I can feel the bloodlust that creeps into your mind and the wish for crimson justice that tickles in your fingers.” he breathes, before his grip on your hair loosens.
Sukuna presses his lips against your temple.
“I know it is, my little Heart.” he mouths quietly against your skin, almost unable for you to understand.
But you do.
Your heart stumbles, as your eyes shoot to him and scan his entire face.
What…
You look at him in disbelief over his last words, heart beating so loud and heavy. He squints his eyes at you, as he starts to grin.
“You know what to say.” he whispers, ignoring your need to repeat what he just called you. Sukuna nudges his head forward to Akiko, forcing your attention back to the situation.
You frown in confusion, before you look back to Akiko, the sight making your heart beat and burn more and more. Her massacred face being a reminder for the constant threats and hate and abuse that you‘ve endured since you came here. Your blood starts boiling and your quickening pulse causes a rush of adrenaline to shoot through your veins and suddenly, it clicks. You look back to Sukuna, your orbs dancing back and forth between his crimson ones, as they start to glow and the grin widens on his lips, showing his teeth and canines, so sinister like a demon.
It‘s time.
“Permission to kill Sayako.” you speak.
And his grin grows even wider, so proud, so dark… yet so endearing.
“Enchant me, princess!” he coos, flaring his eyes at you.
Heartache.
His words spark in you, fuel your desire, as you still are able to taste her blood on your tongue, as you feel the strong curse of Sukuna pulling at your heart. You look back to Akiko, still laying there, without a breath, without a heartbeat. Her eyes empty, without a soul.
Gone.
Completely.
And you clench your jaw and fist, before you stand back up, quickly, as if you‘ve gained new strength. Without looking at Uraume or your King, you turn around and walk back to the door, with pain still nagging at your throat and chest.
How do I forget?
Rumble.
You slide the door open, the darkness that’s covering the halls looking right back at you and you pause.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Pondering.
She’s gone.
Completely.
You swallow.
“If I come back…” you mumble. “I want you to bury the remnants of my soul.”
Then you turn your head to your left over your shoulder, your heart pounding. A last gaze to the soulless corpse of Akiko.
Heart heavy.
“Enjoy your dinner…” you say, as your eyes keep lingering on her, before you focus on Sukuna. “My King.”
Sukuna taps loudly on his armrest, ripping you out of your focus. Sayako is still on her way to the entrance, as the other maids suddenly start moving at his wordless command, walking to the doors as well, back to the halls and to their duties. In the cluster between the other girls you spot Akiko raising her gaze, looking up to where you stand. She nudges her head at you with a smirk and you nod back to her, proudly smiling, before Uraume approaches her, urging her to move towards the door as well. They walk between the other maids, Uraume not leaving Akiko’s side, almost as if-
“Y/N…” Sukuna interrupts your thought, as he whispers your own name so tenderly into your right ear. Your heartbeat exhilarates and you turn around, looking into his gentle eyes. His brow furrows and sly smirk curls on his lips, as he watches your mouth. “Satisfied?”
Your eyes on him soften and you nod, earning such a strong pull at your heart, it’s making your breath hitch.
“You made her bleed.” you mumble. “For me.”
“I wasn’t going to.” he smirks, his eyes raising up to look into yours. “But I changed my mind…” he leans closer, his voice only a whisper now. “Or rather you did.”
Your heart skips a beat, before you whisper back, now understanding what he meant.
“I-?”
“Like you said, she made you bleed.” he coos. “The way you asked me to return the favour. The way you used me to give her your own little punishment. How could I then deny your request, filled with so much disregard to someone else?”
His words make you feel proud, somehow. Proud, that you were able to impress him and change his mind. However…
“You didn’t kill her.”
Your words make him grin softly.
“Punishment is punishment.” he coos, while a pressure weighs on his gaze, which you can’t ignore, until his left upper hand crawls to the back of your neck, fingers sliding into your hair, before he pulls you in.
His lips kiss yours, gentle at first, licking the blood of her finger onto your tongue.
And you’re scared that your knees might give in, being kissed like this on the top of his throne, her blood on your tongue now being the final proof of his loyalty. Because he did it for
you.
Me.
His.
Everything.
He hisses against your lips, pulls you closer, his movements grow rougher.
A strong heartache shoots through your chest and you sigh against the kiss, before you pull up your kimono and start climbing on top of him, straddling him. His upper right hand finds your cheek, his remaining bottom hands find your waist.
“I love you.” you mumble against his lips and he hungrily closes the space between you again.
Your heart is racing, your cunt clenching and salivating, as his movements grow hungrier and hungrier, his hands on your waist squeezing harder and harder, his hips bucking up into you, making you feel his hardness through his kimono.
You hiss in pleasure, but you pull away, far enough to look him in the eyes, trying to gaze at his soul through his crimson orbs. Sukuna stares at you so longingly, hungry for your taste and touch, his breath quick.
“I love you.” you say honestly and with intent, almost breathless.
Sukuna’s lip twitches, before he leans closer to you again.
“You love me.” he repeats in a needy whisper. “Love.”
He hungrily puts your bottom lip between his teeth and pulls on it, before letting it go again.
“How do you know?” his voice so thick and raspy.
Your gaze fills with longing, before you reach between your legs, below his obi and tug your fingers between the fabric of his kimono and into the waistband of his pants.
“I know because I want to be with you…” you start, as your fingers glide in, feeling his skin and hairs beneath the fabric. His bottom right hand quickly leaves your waist and pulls on his pants to help you free his throbbing lengths.
“Want to be with you beyond your cruelty, your insanity and bloodlust.” you continue whispering against his face, as you take them, stroke them gently, making him hiss. “I know, because of the way I can’t hate you even if I want to. I know, because of the way I miss you, even if I want to hate you.”
You feel your heart ache, the more you gaze at him, speak to him. So longingly. Sukuna keeps listening to every sweet word you let crawl into his face and ears. You raise yourself up and place their tips against your oozing cunt, before you slowly let them slide into you.
And he just watches you, purring, with blown pupils.
“I know, because of the way every little praise, that crawls out of your throat, has me proud and in the palm of your hand.” your breathe, trembling, as you lower yourself further and further.
So slow.
His nails dig into your sides.
“I know, because when I feel you inside of me, I feel complete.” you keep whispering, the pitch of your voice cracking high, as soon as you sit down completely. He groans deeply in response, red eyes staring at you and watching your actions.
So hypnotised.
“Such an interesting little mind of yours.” he adds quietly, squinting his lust ridden eyes, as if he can see directly into your skull.
There is it again. This heavy weight in his gaze, reaching right for your brain. This grip of his, so tight and hypnotising, it makes you clench around his twitching dicks inside your walls.
Your right hand finds the back of his neck and your left one his chest for support and you start moving, moving like you want to leave a stain on his fabric once again. Sukuna’s eyes grow softer, so captured by you, as he spreads his legs and slowly sinks further into his seat. His bottom pair of hands squeeze your hips, fingertips poking into your flesh every now and then. Your lips part, as your breath increases and so does his.
The sound of heavy breaths fill the hall.
He likes it.
“How do you know?” you ask him quietly, between vocal outbursts of pleasure, while his dicks keep sliding in and out of your insides, while your clit spreads the slick onto his pelvis.
“How do I know?” he breathes so low, his nails digging into you, while his eyes keep piercing through your skull and his brow furrows in pleasure. He looks so sincere, that it surprises you. No smirk, no arrogant chuckle. Just a squeeze on your heart, as you keep riding him. You clench around him, the pleasure increasing in your abdomen, making the heat in your face increase.
He keeps staring, so gentle and pleasured and sweet, not denying, nor joking about what you implied. It makes your heart beat so fast.
So so fast.
His eyes drop down to your parted lips, before they drop down even further, looking between the fabric that’s covering your tits. Sukuna bucks his hips once, poking hard into that sweet spot inside of you, making you moan out loud and lose balance. His upper hands grab your sides holding you still now, as he starts moving his hips to keep sliding in and out of you.
Gently. Slowly.
Your moans grow louder, pretty songs in his ears, while he keeps penetrating you so sweetly, making you feel every vein on his skin, before he parts the crossed fabric on your chest with a single finger. Sukuna sighs out loud, before he leans forward, parting the other side of the fabric with his other thumb and kisses the bare skin between your breasts. You moan and lean backwards, straightening your back, giving him more room for his actions. Looking down, you kiss his pink hair, feel the hairs tickling against your face. Grunting and purring, he keeps licking and kissing and biting the skin in front of your heart, before he mouths against it.
“It keeps calling me.” he growls, while the hands on your waist keep moving you on his dicks, his voice so thick. “Keeps pulling me closer to you.”
Twitch.
“Ah!” you moan at his words, as he squeezes your heart more and more.
“And it’s fun… feels good to give in. Being close to you.” he keeps mouthing, before placing a kiss on your left breast. “Being so close to that little heart that keeps calling me.”
He looks up to you, his red eyes glowing into your pleasured ones.
“Makes me so hungry for you.”
Your heart skips a beat, making you lean down, take his face into your hands and kiss him. Take him in. Him and his words.
“Yours.” you manage to breathe against his lips, making him hiss in response.
Sukuna’s hands on your waist soften their grip, as you start to move on your own again, keeping the gentle pace.
And he’s letting you. Letting you move on your own, pleasuring him and you. Feeling so good. Sliding in and out. Growing wetter and wetter. Breaths becoming quicker and quicker. You place another kiss on his lips, then another one on his mask, before you move to his ear.
“And I want you to be mine.” you whisper, feeling his dicks so thick and good.
“I don’t belong to anyone.” he mumbles and you know he’s teasing. He has to.
“Just say it. You didn’t do all this if you wouldn’t want it, too.”
His dicks twitch again, as he turns his head, and moves his upper hand through your hair to whisper into your own ear.
“To be yours?”
Fuck.
“My Love.” you whine, your heart aching, your cunt clenching at his whispering voice. The sounds growing slick.
“So impatient.” he hisses, as his upper right hand wanders to your throat, squeezing gently, making you gasp. The pleasure increasingly sweet.
“So you will be?” your head is heating up more and more, as you slowly move in his hold, drowning in his grip and touch and teasing words.
His lip twitches.
“Keh Keh.” Sukuna chuckles, pressing his fingertips into your flesh.
“It’s all I want.” you whimper into his face, as you keep moving and moving.
He slides back into the seat.
“Oh yeah?” his attempted smirk fades quickly, as his face grows unable to hide the pleasured feeling inside his mind. His mouth falls open and his brow furrows, as he pulls you closer at your neck and you whisper, with your eyes staring into his.
“Yes.” you whine. “To call you mine.”
“To call me yours…” he repeats quietly against your lips, his voice raspy, his breath heavy, trembling.
Both of you so close, as you’re grabbing the hair on the back of his head, pressing your forehead against his, noses pushing against each other.
“Mine and no one else’s.”
Sukuna tenses up and your voice cracks into a moan, as he starts hissing and groaning, so gentle and quiet. His dicks swell so thick and your cunt clenches so tight, before you feel his dicks start pumping under the tightness of your grip, under the intensity of your words and the loudness of your heart. The orgasm slowly overcomes you, too, as you’re staring into his ecstatic eyes, feeling his fingers squeezing tighter around your throat, as he cums. Noses keep pushing against each other, as you softly moan your wordless confessions into each others mouths. The grip on each others hearts and minds so tight. The feeling of your sexes so sensitive and sweet. The look in your eyes so longing and addicting.
It quietly echoes in the hall, the panting of both of your lungs.
Only the two of you.
Connected.
“Look at you being all possessive over me.” he breathes after a moment, with a sly smirk, still coming down from his high.
“You seemed to like it.” you coo breathlessly, making him letting go of your neck and grab your chin harshly.
His lip twitches.
Oh he-
“Yes.” he growls, making your breath hitch. “I enjoyed your sweet mouth talking proud words to me, so eager and pathetically cute, while I’m balls deep inside of you, listening to the slick sounds of your cunt.” he hisses, before the smirk grows on his lips. “The sounds growing more wet with every word passing those pretty lips of yours. So wet for me and the wish of making me yours. How pleasurable.”
Sukuna’s words let the spread lips between your thighs tingle, almost as if every movement of his could throw you back into a sinful bliss.
“Is that so?” you respond with heat on your cheeks and a smirk that only Sukuna could pull off.
His eyes linger on yours for a second and his lip twitches again, before he suddenly moves.
Quickly.
Hoisting you up, he turns around and falls to his knees, laying you down on his throne, essentially switching places, while slipping out of your cunt in the process. Your mind can’t process his fast movements, only registers the stone beneath your back being still warm from his body. Sukunas bottom hands hook under your knees, shoving them up, rough and flush against your stomach.
You stop breathing for a second. Being put in this exposing position and watching him lower his face slowly down to your hole, causes more heat to rush to your cheeks. He sticks his tongue out, long and pointy, his tattoo distorting with the movement of his muscle. Sukuna’s eyes don’t leave yours, as you feel a drip of cum, that’s been running out of your hole as he slipped out, crawling down your asscheek.
The tip of Sukuna’s tongue catches it, runs the same way up in came down. Stopping right before your hole, he spreads your lips with the fingers of his upper right hand, admiring his cum pooling in your stretched out cunt.
He groans at the sight, before he closes his eyes and leans down, skimming over your flushing nub and labia with his lips and nose. You clench while watching him, want him to dive in. But he doesn’t, only giving you a small lick here and there, enjoying your smell and taste just for himself.
And he keeps going and going and you keep growing impatient. Grabbing his hair, you try to push his face onto your cunt.
To no avail.
Sukuna freezes, not moving an inch. Instead his crimson eyes lock with yours, threatening almost, because you interrupted his seance.
“Tch Tch Tch.” he clicks his tongue at you, gently shaking his head in tune. His behaviour causes the heat in your face grow hotter and hotter. Your breath hitches and you let go of his hair again. The slow, single lick that follows across your clit, make your thighs shake in pleasure and your throat moan out loud. He breathes onto your exposed pussy, making you feel the damp hotness of his lungs.
Clench.
You tremble in anticipation, now grabbing his hands on your knees tightly, with your mind running circles by his teasing.
“Please.” you whisper, not being able to bear it anymore. “Devour me.”
A sinister chuckle rolls through his chest, as he smirks at you, his eyes flaring up. You squeeze his hands, as he finally leans down to your hole again. Keeping his eyes on you, he dips into the pool of cum with his tongue, then swallows it. Then again. And again. Leaning closer and closer each time.
Until he closes his mouth around your cunt, closing his eyes, letting go of himself and licking and lapping every last drop he pumped into you.
And your throat is letting him know how much you needed it.
Sukuna shifts a little, purring against your pussy, while his grip on your knees loosens. Your fingers slip off his hands, as he places your legs on his shoulders and grabs your waist tightly instead. Your moaning is interrupted, as your breath stumbles at his firm grip and your hands seek his fingers that keep digging into the fabric of your kimono.
Sukuna’s nose repeatedly pokes against your clit, as he eats and feasts and devours you, swallowing the sweet mixture of fluids that you hold. Your trembling thighs close around his head, holding on for dear life, as he keeps eating you out so nice and good, leaving no mess between your legs. Wet noises of his mouth against your wet sex fill the halls, as well as a deep grumble and purring from his chest. The pleasure keeps building, as you see his bottom pair of hands reach for the armrests next to you, see his nails carving into the stone. His face starts pressing more and more into you and you feel his teeth along his lips and tongue, as he becomes rougher and rougher.
Too rough almost.
It excites you, seeing how his nails on the armrest make you remember that you’re laying on his throne, with Sukuna eating out your cunt for his own pleasure and yours.
He keeps burying and pressing his face into you, sending vibrations to your sensitive cunt with his voice, his nose pressing hard against your clit.
So fixated on you.
Oh, the way he uses you, drowns in you...
The way he’s holding you…
The sight of his closed eyes, his furrowed brow, his noises…
It’s the final kick.
“Ffffuuuuckkk!” you whine, as your eyes roll back and your back arches, while you come undone a second time. Thighs pressing against his head so tight and nails digging into the hand on your waist, as you’re feeling your muscles contracting against his face. He moans in sync with you, enjoying your high as much as you.
And he lets you ride it out against his face, keeps slowly licking and kissing until you’re a calm, but twitching mess.
Panting.
A pause.
Your body and mind slowly calms down, as you keep breathing. Looking up, you see Sukuna still being pressed against your cunt.
And he looks at you, his eyes growing so soft. He chuckles, as he leans back, making your wobbly legs fall off his shoulders. You watch him stand back up, so weak, your eyes being exhausted with pleasure, as he swipes his glistening face clean with his sleeve.
“How pleasurable.” you breathe.
He can’t suppress the smirk and the squeeze on your heart, before he nudges his head, motioning you to come with him.
You sigh and carefully slide off the seat. Standing up, you tidy up your kimono first, covering your breasts and legs with the fabric and patting everything nice and smooth, before you take a step.
Uff.
Your thighs feel soft from the constant tensing and pressing against his head. Looking back to Sukuna, you see that he’s already descending the stairs. You turn around, peeking at the throne you just laid on and can’t help to smile to yourself.
“Forgot how to walk?” his voice suddenly rings in your ears, making you flinch. You turn around, seeing how he still goes down step by step, doesn’t even look at you.
“Your tongue almost made me forget.” you say smoothly, with a smirk.
Finally he stops and turns around to look at you.
“Almost?” he cocks his eyebrow.
Raising your chin, you start to walk, carefully. One step. Two steps.
Then the stairs.
One.
Two.
Three.
And he’s watching you, almost making you stumble with his gaze alone.
Concentrating on the muscles in your thighs, trying not to fall, you slowly make it down to where Sukuna is standing.
“Thank you for waiting, my King.” you tease him, knowing he didn’t wait for you, but only watched you for his own amusement.
He only huffs at your remark, as you walk past him, your muscles feeling better with every step. Arriving at the bottom, you notice blood smeared on the floor. The traces of the maids feet, that walked through the blood, that Sayako lost while walking to the doors. You clench your jaw, as you raise your gaze again, walking straight to the door, with Sukuna quietly following behind you.
Out of the door, you peek to the floor again, the bloody traces start to fade out next to the single set of footprints and drops in the middle of the ground, looking as if the maids avoided to walk through Sayako’s own tracks, as soon as there was enough space. Your eyes wander along the traces, seeing that all of them lead straight to the door that’s leading into the other parts of the shrine.
A rumble.
From outside, you hear gentle thunder. Leaves are rustling in the wind and you figure, that it’s going to rain soon.
You blink and immediately turn to your right, walking straight down to Sukuna’s chamber. Having his tall figure constantly looming behind you, you walk past the opened garden door and see that the sky turned grey. First drops are already patting down onto the grass. A few at first, but then more and more.
Beautiful.
Arriving at Sukuna’s door, you slide it open and walk in.
Sliding shut.
“It’s pretty.” you say quietly, as you watch through his garden door, how the rain falls down, how the branches move and the leaves dance.
Walking closer, you put your hand on the frame, leaning outside a bit. Some drops quietly hit your face. It’s not a storm, just gentle rain.
Sukuna stays silent, but you feel his eyes boring into your back, as you watch the garden being watered by the sky.
And you can’t help but feel happy. So happy.
So happy about being here with him, about your relationship with him, this monster, no matter how brutal and bloody and hard and annoying it might be or might’ve been. You press your trembling lips together, as tears of joy pool in your face.
Sniff.
“Sukuna?” you say quietly, without turning to him. He hums, before you hear his feet moving to the armchair right next to you.
Sukuna sits down and you watch him leaning his face on his right fist like usual. He looks at you with his asshole grin and sweet eyes. You bite your lip, ponder for a second, before you start to speak.
“I’m happy that you destroyed my village. That you allowed me to stay, to serve you.” you say in a calm but serious voice. “I’m happy that you made me yours and that I ran away. And that you came after me, to remind me of that.” you try hard not to let your voice crumble under your emotions, while the water in your eyes rises and rises. “I’m happy that we cursed each other. That this curse make me walk over corpses, just to find you in your stupid war. That you kissed me and I kissed you. That we fuck, but feel each other. That I feel you in my heart and find myself in your mind.”
Sniff.
He listens to your words in silence, as you take a step towards him and go down on your knees, your hands finding the one that rests on his lap. His brow furrows, almost as if he’s pitying you.
“I’m happy to be with you.” your voice breaks, but you chuckle. “And I hope that you feel the same.” you add, almost making it sound like a question, while the tears start to flow from your eyes and the smile grows in your face.
His eyes jump between yours and he frowns, his grin fading, as if he’s in thought, before he leans forward and close to you. His left hand finds your chin, before he whispers.
“I feel...” he pauses, so close to your lips. Your heart skips a beat, before he nudges your nose with his. His eyes jump down to your lips and his mouth parts.
“…pathetic.”
Heartache.
Your eyes twitch from the intensity, before they start roaming all over his beautiful face.
Pathetic.
His answer… it’s making you smile. You lean back to look at him, so in love. Look at him, like he’s your sun and moon and universe and every little atom that everything consists of.
And he eats it up, your gaze. With his eyes and mind.
“Come with me.” you whisper.
“Where to?” he mumbles and you peek to his left, over his shoulder and outside the garden door.
Sukuna leans back into the seat and turns his head to look over his shoulder as well, out into the rain. Swiping the tears off your face, you sniff a last time, before standing up. Taking his upper left hand into yours, he looks back at you and you nudge your head, motioning him to come with you.
He looks at you for a second, squinting his eyes, but then, to your surprise, he moves. Standing up, his fingers wrap around your hand.
And you hold his hand tightly, as you walk backwards, leading him outside. Carefully, you step down into the grass behind you, the first raindrops hit your face and wet your hair. The sight makes his mouth twitch into a soft smile, as he keeps following you. Your hands don’t disconnect, as he steps down into the rain as well, making you feel the wet drops on your fingers.
The wet grass under your feet is cold, soil sticks to your skin, as you keep walking and walking, with nothing but Sukuna’s face in your vision and mind.
Not far from the pond, you come to a halt, watching how Sukuna becomes wet from the rain, how his hair slowly gets soaked and the drops shimmer on his skin.
And his eyes dance across your features too, taking you in the same way.
Nothing but the rain pattering around you is to be heard, as you take his right hand in your left one. He frowns in confusion, the rain dripping from his eyebrow and nose.
But your heart can’t help itself.
You start to hum his melody, as you hold his hands and start to sway slowly, to your left and right, smiling at him and tilting your head in sync. His frown grows and you notice how his bottom pair of arms slip into the inside of his kimono and cross in front of him. It makes you giggle.
And you keep swaying.
Left. Right.
And he keeps watching you, but can’t help to let his features soften at the sight of you dancing in the rain.
Left. Right.
Humming.
Then you take a step forward, feeling the cold wetness beneath your right foot, as you move his hands closer to your chest and look him in the eyes, so dearly and loving, before you step back again. You step forward another time, starting with your left foot, move his hands back to your chest and there you have it.
A gentle smirk cracks onto his face, as you step back again, back to swaying left and right.
Sukuna keeps staying absolutely still, tilting his head at you, while he watches and listens.
The drops fall upon features almost in slow motion, the shimmer in his eyes so clear and sharp in your eyes.
Swaying.
Left. Right.
Another step forward. Hands to your heart, eyes following.
And back again. Arms stretched out, hands holding on to each other.
Step forward. Raindrops on your skin.
A wet lock hangs in front of his forehead and wrinkles carve into his eyes, as they turn softer and softer.
Stepping backwards, you let go with your left hand and turn your body sideways. Still humming his melody, you step back forward and spin around yourself this time, still holding on to his other hand, until your back meets his stomach. After a second, you spin back, before you step forward and take hold of his right hand again.
The rain keeps falling, the air becomes cold, as you move his hands to your chest again, stepping so close to him.
And he just keeps watching you, silently taking in the sight of you, your movements and your voice. How you’re so happy and content of being there with him. Of experiencing the rain with him.
You step back and feel Sukuna raising his left hand along with yours that’s holding it. Letting go of his other hand again, you start to spin yourself.
And spin and spin, starting to move forward with every step you take. Time slows down. Sukuna follows you, never letting go of the hand, that circles under his fingers, follows your footsteps across the garden.
Your wet hair feels heavy moving through the air, as you keep turning and spinning around yourself. Time moves so slow, your eyes always freezing for a few seconds in Sukuna’s gaze, before you take another spin.
Your heart squeezes harshly and you look up into the sky, into this grey abyss, you see those raindrops engulfing you, but you feel safe, so safe, with him holding your hand, with him squeezing your heart like that.
And it makes you smile, with your lips and your heart. You feel so free and happy, being able to dance so freely with him in the rain, not caring about anyone seeing you with him. Because everyone knows you’re his and that he’s yo-
Another spin and you let go of his hand. You tumble, feeling dizzy from your feelings and the movements, as time speeds up again and his footsteps grow louder and faster. As soon as you face him, you see him rushing towards you, hoisting you up and slamming you against the next wall behind you. His lips smash against yours, as his hands reach for your face.
Sukuna presses himself against you, knocks the air out of you, while his kiss almost devours you. So hungry and needy.
Squeezing your heart so tightly.
You reach for the back of his neck, holding on tight, feeling his wet skin and hair beneath your fingertips, as he’s drowning in the rain with you.
And he kisses you, so deeply, holding your face between his hands, as the rain keeps pouring down your figures. Your noses press together, before your lips part again. Cold wetness gently patters onto your flushed lips and cheeks, panting, before you hear a faint knock on his door across the garden.
His dinner.
“Come with me.” he mouths against your lips and you nod against his face, before he lowers you to the ground.
Your feet hit the wet grass and you look up, seeing his darker growing figure hovering over you. A shift of energy spreads in your gut. The contrast of the grey sky behind him makes him appear like a dark silhouette.
Obscure.
His tall, dark figure looming over you causes a chill to crawl down your spine and you hope it’s just the the increasingly cold air around you.
The rain keeps pattering and the leaves rustling, as he nudges his head at you, before turning around to walk back into his chambers. You hesitate for a second, wait until you see his figure catches light and colours again, before you walk behind him.
You step back into his warm chambers and slide the door
shut.
Immediately, you spot the cart, standing on its usual spot. Sukuna approaches it, while sliding his hand through his wet hair. You frown in confusion, as you walk further into the room.
Sukunas eyes turn hungry, after hearing your words.
You lean out of his hold and back into your previous position at the table. The energy in the air shifts another time, this time a pressure on your bodies and mind. A pressure that needs relief. Staring at each other for a moment, your fingers glide between the fabric of your kimono and your skin.
Sukuna is watching you in silence, his mouth slightly opened, before his right hand reaches for the tea cup again. You push down it down, off your shoulders, undress yourself in front of him, while he keeps sipping his tea. His red eyes never fall off your face and figure, while his fingers resting on his knee are still fiddling with each other, impatiently, ready to grab you in his hold. You shove away the fabric, scatter the pieces of your kimono on the floor. Sukuna’s eyes scan you from your hair to your feet and you notice how his breath quickens at the sight.
You sigh and stand up, walking slowly behind his back, while gently brushing your fingers against his shoulder, as you pass him.
“Nourishment for your soul, you say?” you start and sit down on the bed behind his back.
He turns his head slightly, only watching you in the corner of his eyes.
“How about the King asks his Queen for permission to feed his soul then?”
“His Queen?” he hisses, cocking his eyebrow and turning a little bit further into your direction, only to see you slowly spread your legs in front of him.
“She knows you like the taste.” you whisper, while you lean back on your elbows and you see his lip twitch again. Something shifts inside of him. The leftover aggression from before merging into something animalistic, as soon as he sees your bare core spread out in front of his face, like a meal that was just presented to him on a plate. He stares, taking deeper breaths, smelling you, taking you in.
After a moment and with movements so smooth like milk in a cup of tea, he turns and crawls closer to you, his bottom right hand immediately grabbing your thigh, squeezing his fingers right into its flesh.
“I do like the taste.” he growls, while putting your legs on his shoulder, before he grabs your hips forcefully with his upper pair of hands and pulls you closer to his face.
You gasp at the hard grip he has on you, making your hole clench right in front of his eyes and juices pool at the very same spot. Sukuna leans in and breathes hot against your exposed cunt, skimming his teeth and lips over your sensitive skin, so delicately, you almost don’t feel it. He inhales deeply, before he locks his eyes with you.
“Permission to eat you, until you cum on my tongue.” he asks quietly.
Unexpected heat rises into your cheeks, as shyness washes over you, despite being so brave before and before you can even answer, he sticks his wet, flat tongue out to give your clit the slowest lick, making you suppress the hardest whimper thats growing in your throat. Watching the tattoo on his tongue slowly pass your sensitive nub, you nod. A groan rumbles through is chest, his pupils blow up, almost black from the way you taste.
His fingers dig deeper into your sides and you sigh in pleasure, before he repeats his action, this time starting further down. His saliva and your slick mix and strings of juice form, as he retracts his head to stare at your hole. Another lick, before he closes his lips around your clit, sucking so gently and rubbing his tongue against it. You watch him, feel how your hole wants more and notice how big his head looks between your thighs.
Sukunas eyes grow empty, losing themselves in the taste of your cunt, before he starts to make out with your lips down there. Open mouthed kisses and licks against your bare core. Moans bubble up your throat and you let them out, while your head falls into your neck, letting him know how good he makes you feel, how good his lips and tongue feels against your cunt. He keeps sliding his lips over yours, licking and flicking, sucking and scraping his teeth along your increasingly wet labia.
And you can tell he enjoys it.
Your King can’t suppress the purrs that rumble in his chest anymore and they start vibrate against your core. His half lidded eyes twitch before they close, all four of them, as he looses himself in your taste and wetness. You feel his shoulders gently move below your calfs, his hair tickling against your thigh and knee, before he lowers his head even more, almost pressing his whole face against you. His mask is rough against your skin, leaving red marks on your thigh.
Souvenirs.
The feeling of his pretty nose pressing against your clit and his tongue moving across your perineum, across your hole, is too intense. Sukuna opens his mouth and pushes his wet tongue inside your leaking cunt, pulling out and pushing in, essentially fucking you with it. You want to press your knees together at the feeling, at the feeling of his wet muscle gliding in and out of your sensitive entrance that asks for more and more.
“Ouhhh fffuck.” you moan, before looking back up to him and seeing him completely lost and enjoying you.
The sight arouses you so much, having his face between your thighs, having him at your mercy and pleasuring you.
Serving you.
His eyes are still closed and his purrs become more intense and intense, as he presses his face harder into you. The sensations becoming rougher and rougher, the tidal wave of pleasure keeps coming and coming and you moan louder and louder, before he lets go with a sharp groan that leaves his chest.
Leaving you panting heavily and audibly and your thighs trembling.
Like in trance, like in love, he watches your dripping cunt, that’s flushing red from all his ministrations. Completely ignoring you, he wets his lips, ready to dive in again-
Knock
Knock
Knock
“Oh fuck!” you breathe in anxiety.
Sukuna is unbothered, purring, as he starts to suck on your clit again. A loud squeak escapes your throat and a long moan follows, before you press your left hand against your mouth. The fingers of your right hand reach for his hair and pull on it harshly, making him hum against your core.
“Sukuna!” your desperate and muffled moan reaches his ears, begging him to do anything against the person lingering in front of the door.
You hear the door move slightly, before his muffled voice growls loudly against your cunt.
“Keep out!”
His order vibrates hard against your clit and you whine loud into your hand. The door moves back shut and the way he understood your plea and acted on it, while savouring you and your cunt turns you on so much.
And he keeps going.
Keeps eating and licking and lapping, burying his face into your core, turning you into a mess of hot moans, while he purrs and groans against you. Your fingers don’t leave his hair and you hold on it tightly. One dedicated lick causes a wave of pleasure to roll through your body and you pull on his hair harshly, making him moan loud against your walls. You let yourself fall into this abyss of pleasure he gives you and moan and moan, until he shifts position. His right hand that has been lingering on your waist, moves to your clit and you look up. A mouth forms on the palm of it and he sticks the tongue out, only to have it flicking and licking against your clit.
So wet and steady.
He moves his head down, going back to penetrate you with the tongue of his face, before you suddenly feel something wet against your asshole. His bottom left hand formed a mouth on its palm as well, licking and pushing against the tight hole between your asscheeks. You hiss loudly, as his bottom right hand grabs your thigh. He groans, his brow knits in pleasure, while he’s tongue-fucking you, tasting you in every way possible. And it drives you insane, want to close your legs against his ears, but his hand on your thigh holds you in place. Unconsciously, your hands reach for his face, as your thighs start to shake and he flashes his eyes at you. His hand leaves your thigh and grabs your wrists, pushing you down and crossing them over your stomach and holding you in place.
So tight, so harsh. You can’t move.
But now your thighs can. They tremble against his ears, start to press so tight against the sides of his face, as the pleasure keeps building and building inside your abdomen and your cunt. You watch the pleasure filled look on his face behind the hand that keeps licking at your clit, his eyes closed again, drowning and drowning. He keeps going and going, licking and fucking, until you let your head fall back onto the sheets again, sing your moans into the air again, until he stops another time with a groan, retrieving his face from between your thighs and his hands from clit and ass. You whine desperately at the lack of stimulation and look back at his face, not knowing if yours looks more pleasure ridden or his. Sukuna’s tattooed tongue sticks out, while a string of saliva and juice still connects your needy hole to his face. His half lidded eyes stare at the wet connection, stares at your hole that is clenching for more.
You wiggle in his grip, want to sit up and kiss him, your Love, to tell him that you need him. To tell him that you need his cocks so bad inside your holes, but he doesn’t let you. He pushes your upper body down at your wrists, keeps you from moving, keeps you from disturbing his meal.
He’s taking his sweet time.
His face lowers back to your clit again, his tongue and lips so slow and dedicated. You watch him, get lost in the way his jaw moves, after he turned his head slightly to the right to let his tongue and lips slide over your nub. The way his tattoos move on his skin and his skin moves on his bone. The way your sensitive skin bends and dances below his beautiful lips and tongue. The way his tongue curls and flicks and flattens.
It’s hypnotising. And he knows it.
Something red flashes in the corner of your eye and you notice he’s been watching you with his bottom left eye. Shyness washes back over you and blood rushes into your face.
And he keeps going.
He keeps going until you feel a stretch inside your hole. Two of his fingers dip into the wetness, slowly, carefully pushing in and out, inch by inch, until he has them inserted into you. Sukuna turns his head back forward, now facing you and staring at you with his half-lidded lecherous glowing eyes, as he starts to bend his fingers up inside of you, pushing into that sweet spot, while gently licking and sucking your clit. A wave of pleasure crushes over you, not being able to withstand his gaze, as you fall back onto the sheets again.
“Look at me.” he mouths against your clit, the vibrations of his voice making you moan out lout.
Such a wet mess below his mouth, as he keeps an agonising but steady pace with his fingers and tongue. After a moment, you comply and look back up. His fingertips press and curl and stretch and poke, while his tongue keeps playing with your clit. So gently and soft, making your mind run circles.
The knot in your abdomen keeps building again and it’s so intense, your muscles start to tremble in his hold.
Press and curl.
Stretch and poke.
Too much. Too slow.
He keeps going.
Purring.
Groaning.
His eyes kiss yours so tenderly.
Press and curl.
Stretch and poke.
Oh god.
He finally let’s go of your wrists and you bend forward, your moans growing louder and louder, as you reach for the back of his head and press him harder against you. A deep grumble echoes through his chest, letting you know that he loves being shoved against your pussy like this.
The pace of his fingers doesn’t change and you feel like you’re going insane, thighs starting to tremble heavily and your pelvis starts to rut against his face.
Press and curl.
Stretch and poke.
“Agh!” a voiceless whine crawls out of your throat and your trembling legs close against his face again, pressing his ears shut.
This pace.
Your mind is about to snap, feeling like you’re about to smash his head between your thighs and break his nose against your cunt.
And he keeps eating and licking and kissing the lips between your thighs, as if he hasn’t enjoyed a meal like this in years. A constant melody of purrs and groans vibrate against you and you’re so close, so fucking close to cum against his face.
And you clench. You clench around his thick fingers, pressing them together, while he keeps curling and poking.
He knows you’re close, keeping this agonising pace, knowing it will make your mind go blank and your eyes roll back for him.
Two of his hands suddenly reach for your breasts. He’s cupping them in his huge palms, until a mouth forms on both of them, starting to suck on your nipples, scraping their teeth against it, teasing you and licking you.
And this is it.
Press and curl and lick and kiss.
It sends you over the edge, so hard and intense. Vision turns white and you’re a trembling mess, falling back on his sheets and your King just keeps going and going.
You cry at the ceiling and Sukuna moans, feeling the contractions of your cunt around his fingers.
And he keeps going and going.
Giving you no break.
The stimulation on your nipples, the incredible sensations between your legs and the thought of having his face between your thighs, looking so pleasured himself, as if he was a god in garden eden shoots like an arrow through your head.
And he keeps going and going.
He keeps purring against your orgasming clit and you start to cry. Tears run down your face, like your cum runs down the knuckles of his hand. Creamy, white proof of insanity and sin.
And then finally, he slows down.
And you can’t move.
The muscles in your thighs slacken, laying lifeless on the tattooed shoulders of your King, body twitching every now and then.
Sukuna pulls his fingers out of you and replaces them with his tongue. Licking and lapping up every last drop of your essence.
Tasting so sweet on his tattooed muscle.
He takes his time, cleaning up the mess between your thighs. And then he bites your thigh, ripping you back into reality.
“Sukuna.” you breathe his name like in trance, vision still blurry and it’s making him chuckle.
“Open up.” he whispers, before you feel his fingers against your lips. And you obey, opening up for him and he gently lets them glide into your mouth, making you taste yourself on his fingers.
Sweet. Like dessert.
Mindlessly you suck and lick on them until they’re clean, before he retracts them from your mouth.
“Such a good girl for me.” his silky voice echoes faintly in your ear.
Your head is being lifted up by his hand and you blink, seeing his beautiful eyes staring into yours. He moved closer to you, his face now hovering over your stomach, while he watches you in silence, waiting for you to slowly come back into reality. Feeling soft strokes against your cheek from his thumb, it takes a moment until you’re you again. He speaks as soon as he notices.
“Permission to kiss you… my Queen.”
What?
This game you started, it crawls back into your mind. You forgot about it, while he blew away your mind.
You blink and he blinks back, waiting for an answer. And you’re not sure how to act.
Is he still playing?
And he keeps waiting, the look on his face so honest, as if he meant what he said. As if the way he addressed you was the truth and not just a silly game. As if he’s truly waiting for your permission. And it’s making your already fucked out face heat up again.
Your heart pounds in your chest and you quietly nod, making his lips curl into a silly grin. He grabs your cheeks, making your lips pop forward.
“Use your mouth.” he coos through his teeth. “So let me ask again.” he lets go of your cheeks and leans more closer to you.
“Permission to kiss you, my Queen.” he whispers so smoothly, while his gentle eyes stare into yours.
Your heart skips a beat and your lips tremble before they speak.
“Do it.” is all your mouth can form.
And he smirks at your answer, before he leans in, kisses you, holding your face in his hand and running his fingers through your hair.
And you want to punch him. For treating you so good, for pleasuring you so good. Trying to make up for his sins and the pain he caused your heart.
You taste yourself on his tongue, while he kisses you, deeper and deeper, knocking the breath out of you once again. Sukuna lays between your exhausted legs and through his motions, you can feel the bulge pressing against you. Your hands reach for the sides of his face and feel his skin beneath your fingertips.
He sighs against the kiss before he suddenly pushes your knees apart with his hands in one harsh motion, making you squeak in surprise.
“Permission to fuck you, my Queen.” his voice is thick and raspy against your lips, suppressing the arousal he must’ve been feeling the entire time. Your heart is racing and you can’t answer, before Sukuna pushes his bulge against your overly sensitive cunt another time. The way he’s asking for permission, but already acts so needy and dominant at the same time has you gasping for air. He presses another time, while his hands squeeze and massage your thighs.
Before you answer, you kiss him and hands wander down his back, his muscles moving under your palms and you slip your fingers into his hakama, pushing the fabric down, feeling his ass underneath your hands.
“Do what you want.” you whisper against his lips. “I’m yours.”
Hearing your words make something snap in him and he growls, as he pushes you further up the bed and gets rid of his pants. He crawls up to you and kneels before you. You look down to his cocks, already so swollen and red, already so needy and leaking, twitching and pulsating. And the sight is too much for you.
You’re hungry for him too.
Before he can grab you, you bend down in front of him and shove his upper dick into your mouth. As deep, as you can.
He moans loudly at the stimulation he denied himself all morning and you feel him letting his head fall into his neck in pleasure. You suck and suck, before you let go of his dick with a pop and start to lick the bottom one, while you continue to pump his now glistening upper cock.
“Fffffuck.” his trembling voice crawls through his throat, as you take him so deep into yours.
Feeling him at the back of your throat and pumping him at the same time makes you feel so devoted for him, makes you feel so hot for him, loving every sound you can tickle out of him.
And you love how he enjoys you and your mouth.
You let go of his bottom cock and slide your tongue in between the both of them, down their shafts. Sukuna grabs the back of your head, his breaths shaky, as you start to lick and kiss the spot between his dicks. His grip in your hair grows tighter and tighter and you know he’s not far from pinning you down back into the sheets and letting go of his needs.
“I love you.” you mouth against his sensitive spot.
His answer is a pull at your heart and a loud groan, rooted deeply in his chest, before his grip grows even tighter.
“I love you so much.” you continue, before sliding your tongue back up on his shafts.
Looking up to him, he turns his lust ridden face back down to you and he watches you, how you give his needy tips a slow and dedicated lick.
“Take me like you need me.” you whisper against them and his eyes grow hollow the moment you say it.
Before you know, you’re pushed on your back and have your hair flying into your face, before you feel him grab your hips and lift them up on his thighs and your legs up his torso. You look up, as he’s already pushing both of his dicks into your slick cunt. Finally feeling his stretch, you stare into his face, as he flashes his teeth and knitting his brow in pleasure, before he starts to fuck.
Slap!
His pace is rough and needy, making him grunt and moan at the feeling of your walls. Your eyes wander, looking down to his thick thighs and hips that provide his heavy thrusts. To his hands that grab your waist to push you against him. Up your legs where his bottom pair of hands are digging into your thighs. Up your shins, how small they look in comparison to his broad chest and shoulders, how his constant thrusts make his muscles swell up, how he’s making him look even broader than he usually is. Further up to his face, how he’s drowning into the sight of your bouncing tits and moaning mouth.
Slap!
A single harsh thrust brings you back to reality. Your brain is shaken from the motion he puts you in, while his dicks keep smashing into your overly sensitive cunt.
“Calling yourself my Queen, huh?” he hisses in pleasure, his dicks thrusting harshly.
“Y-Yes my King.” you moan at him, making him chuckle proudly.
SlapSlapSlap
Slap!
Suddenly, he slows down. Smooth and quiet thrusts, his dicks moving in and out of your hole so effortlessly, massaging your clenching walls, before he gently leans his head against your right ankle, gently strokes his face against it, before giving it a single lick.
And you watch him, can’t help to think that he’s beautiful doing it.
One of his hands that’s been grabbing your waist moves up your right leg and closes around your foot, before he gives your ankle a kiss. His touch feels loving to you, as if he cherishes your small body, that’s taking him so well.
Your King looks back at you and squeezes your heart with his thoughts, while you look back and think of the love you feel for this cruel curse that took your heart.
His gentle thrusts don’t stay quiet in his throat and he softly groans at the feeling and the sight of you.
And you answer his moans with your own.
His hand moves back down to your thigh and he leans down. Spreading your legs and hooking his bottom pair of arms under your knees, folding you in half. The hands on your hips moving up next to your face to steady him. His right hand grabs your jaw and he watches your mouth fall slightly open.
“How do you control me with those eyes?” he mumbles. “With this body of yours? With this soul of yours?”
Your breath hitches at his words and he leans down, licking your upper lip, before he leans down to your ear.
“This curse sure is twisted.” he growls into your ear. “This curse we’ve put on each other.” he chuckles darkly, before he starts ramming himself against your hips again at a vigorous pace.
You’re caught off guard and squeak loudly, as soon as he starts moving and wrap your arms hastily around his neck. His dicks reach so deep into you, deep inside your body and soul, just like his words.
“You think you can do that?” his thick voice overlaps with the loud, wet sounds of your pussy. “You think you can be my little Queen?”
Sukuna bends down further and you almost feel like he’s going to break you in half, with your legs spread and bend like this. You look between your bodies, watch how his dicks keep diving into your body, so effortless and wet.
“Ahh hh…. Mh Mh” you whine in confirmation and he groans against the skin of your neck, before he chuckles again.
His left hand finds your throat, choking you, making you clench harder and harder. He retrieves his face from your neck and stares at you.
Slap!
“Ah!” you squeak.
“So pretty.” he coos, while he watches your lust ridden face, your body bouncing in his hold.
“Sukuna!” you breathe. “My King-ah!”
Slap!
“My Love!” you continue with wet eyes, the sensations and emotions overflow and the pleasure keeps increasing and increasing. Another sinister chuckle echoes through his chest.
“So Cute.” he hisses, before he bends down and sucks harshly on your neck,
God.
“Speak for yourself!” you hiss into his ear, while you dig your nails into his neck, the pressure on your throat and inside your abdomen keeps building and building.
Another raspy chuckle from his chest, before he starts to fuck impossibly faster and harder, making you cry out loud and cum in an instant.
And he keeps going and going, just fucking you through your orgasm, not even giving you a chance to ride it out. Your hole desperately contracts around his still moving lengths, as you whine against his shoulder. He bites into your neck, before he pulls his head back up to look at you.
His brows start to knit and his mouth falls open, while he looks at your red flushed face and teary eyes. You feel him swell up inside your walls, while you’re still bouncing in his hold, knowing he is so close as well.
“Cum!” you order in a whisper, feeling him so thick inside of you. “Cum for me, my King.” your voice so smooth.
And then he snaps, his moans turn so loud and raspy, echoing through the room. His thrusts slows down, making you feel him pulsate and twitch inside of you, while he keeps moving in and out, filling you up. Leaning down, he kisses you, his mouth vibrating against yours, while he keeps moaning through his high.
After a moment, his tensing muscles soften, his grip on your neck loosens and his arms slide away from under your knees. Your King’s lips leave yours and he slides down a bit. His teeth find the spot between your tits and he gently lets them scrape against your skin.
“You’re mine. You and your heart.” he breathes, before kissing the same spot and laying his head on your chest.
“You wanna eat it?” you quietly joke. “As dessert?”
He huffs in amusement and you feel a soft squeeze on your heart, while you watch the top of his head, his hair rising and falling with your chest. Everything so peaceful in this moment, after the pressure is let out. You watch him and watch him, your lids falling heavier and heavier until they shut.
The exhaustion knocked you out and you must’ve slept most of the remaining day. The sun already is standing low and the last rays of sunshine fall through the opened garden door. The birds are singing in this warm evening of spring.
You wake up right next to him and look up to him with tired eyes. He’s still naked, leaning against the wall and looking outside, watching how the light dances in between the cherry trees.
You poke him gently into his shoulder.
“Ryomen Sukuna, King of Curses… and guardian of a sleeping woman.” you tease him with your tired voice. He cocks his eyebrow at you.
“That’s not true.” he answers in a smug tone. “I left and took a bath after I knocked you out. Even ate an apple.” A proud smirk spreads on his face and you frown at him in annoyance.
But it’s true. He smells fresh and clean.
You look down his naked body and see that his dicks are soft and resting on his lower abdomen.
Cute.
You reach out your fingers and let them brush against the skin of his v-line, up his stomach to his chest and let them circle around his nipple. The tiny hairs on his body rise up because of the goosebumps your touch causes on his skin.
And your eyes keep wandering with your finger, along his shoulder and down his upper arm in front of you.
You ponder, as you feel his eyes bore into you, your gaze still lingering on the finger on his biceps in front of you. Wrapping your hand around his upper arm, you gently pull on it, while you raise your eyes to his, a silent question in your face. Sukuna squints his eyes at you and moves his arm up, giving you enough space to scoot closer.
Not close enough.
Before you reach your desired position, you quietly tap on his second arm as well and after a second, he moves it over your head. Feeling content now, you snuggle against him, lay your left leg on his left knee and bury your head into the side of his chest. You feel his hand behind you brush and scrape softly against the skin of your back and you wonder if he likes it too, having you in laying in his arm.
Peeking over his body, you notice his upper right hand is resting on his steadily rising and falling stomach. Your left hand crawls over to it, before you gently touch his thumb with your fingertips. The skin feels soft beneath your fingers, as you move tenderly over his knuckles. You let your fingers glide along his, before you slip them beneath his hand and push them up. He lifts his hand in response and you squeeze his palm between your fingers, noticing how huge his hand is in comparison to yours. You press your hand against his palm, your fingertips just barely reaching over the base of his fingers.
“So small.” you mumble and enjoy and feel how calm this giant moves with you and how calm his chest breathes rises and falls beneath your head.
“Your hands are powerful… so deadly.” you whisper. “How were you able to paint that huge shrine into the air?” you whisper. Watching your hands together like this, makes you remember the moment on the battlefield and you glide your fingers up to line up with his fingertips.
“Mhhh.” he gently grumbles, before he pushes his index- and pinky-finger against yours and curls them down, curling yours in the motion too. His thumb, middle- and ring-finger stay up, forming the familiar triangle sign with your tiny hand.
“Ryōiki Tenkai.” he whispers and you’re nervous, unsure if anything is going to happen now. But it doesn’t. Everything stays calm and after a moment, you repeat his words.
“Rioiki Tengkai.” you breathe, while you watch how the sunlight dances between your connected fingers. “Did I say it right?”
His upper left hand shifts behind you and flicks against the back of your head.
Ouch.
“Not at all.” you hear the amused smirk in his relaxed voice and you pout to yourself.
You curl your fingers back up and alternate on pressing your fingertips against his, watching how his fingers bend under yours. He feels you too, starts to push back on your fingertips, feels your knuckles and pinches your skin.
Never have you thought you would end up like this, here in his arms. A monster, so gentle to you and only you.
His nourishment and desire.
“Do you want to know what you are to me?” you whisper and continue without waiting for his answer. “Everything. You are everything to me… I would die for you. Because I’m yours. For now and all eternity.”
He stays silent. Your fingers keep moving against each other in the light of the setting sun, the light rays piercing into your eyes here and then and after a moment of silence, you huff to yourself, after hearing what you just said.
”This curse we’ve put on each other… maybe, it’s the most twisted of them all.”
