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Apparently, you were not what the King of Curses expected as he circled your form, prostrate on the vast floor of his shrine. Your midnight blue kimono at this point had gotten soaked from whatever disgusting, stagnant liquid that was forever present in this domain. Was it blood? Who's blood? Yours? Your colleagues? You winced.
When your student had lost control of the most recent finger that Gojo Satoru had forced down his throat, you had been the one to instinctively jump and restrain him. In the history of futile attempts, this one of saving Itadori Yuji as well as everyone else present had to rank in the top 10. That being said, it had worked, much the same manner as throwing your body onto a grenade would, for the most part, be effective. The student was safe, despite being knocked unconscious and the curse temporarily dislodged from his core. The sorcerers present had been flung across the room, shunted painfully through walls; ultimately, they were knocked out, but would come to in time.
You were not so lucky.
Once Yuji and Gojo, Nanami and the other students had woken, there was nothing where you once stood but blood. Staining the tatami. Splattered on the shoji doors that were still upright. Globs of it hanging from the ceiling. It could've been your insides, really, it was all fair game at this point. Ijichi had rushed down the gravel of the university, his leather shoes crunching in his wake. He knew exactly which building was under duress and once he arrived at the scene, had to take a step back… and a few more, to vomit outdoors.
It was bad. There was nothing of you left.
All eyes turned to the blonde sorcerer, your long-time boyfriend, who immediately straightened his signature shades and walked off the premises without a single word to anyone. Yuji had made a step to run over to his mentor, but was overruled by his sensei… "Leave Nanami alone, he's got a lot to process right now," murmured Gojo in an uncharacteristically somber voice.
But you were alive.
Oh, very much alive. Just not in the normal sphere of existence, that is. So much so that you were working to regulate your breathing. You had never thought, not with all your years of training and experience, that the one charitable act of saving a student would land you in Ryomen Sukuna's Malevolent Shrine. None of it made sense, at the very least you knew saving your student would end your life but, this–
This couldn't be the afterlife. No matter how skeptical you and your fellow sorcerers were, you all believed in life after death. This wasn't it. You had never personally met Ryomen Sukuna, or had the misfortune of entering his domain, but your student had spoken of it enough in graphic detail for you to come to terms with the fact that this was, truly, the home of the King of Curses.
Your throat felt drier than the mountain of skeletons and skulls that his throne was mounted upon, from which he disdainfully descended like a god when you found yourself in his domain. You knew there was no point putting up a fight with Sukuna, it just meant you'd die more gruesomely than most. It was best to keep your head down and show no fear. No snippy, smartass commentary and no exaggerated groveling; after all, the Beast took great delight in the horrified begging of his victims.
Were you afraid? Absolutely. You had pissed yourself the moment you realized you were actually alive and intact within the Malevolent Shrine. Were you going to beg for your life? Definitely not. You were a proud Kamo and you were painfully aware that you had nothing to offer the King of Curses that would warrant your life. He'd likely ask you to kill your colleagues and students, murder Nanami, for a few measly years of worthless living. What was the point of extending life if it came at the cost of your friends and loved ones being sacrificed?
The thought helped settle your breathing, stilling your heart rate as you sat calmly in the endless pool of red. Sukuna furrowed his brows as he circled you. You appeared as relaxed and focused as one sitting in a tatami room, quietly arranging flowers while waiting for the tea to brew.
He had never seen prey this calm in his millenia of existence and it woke something deep within his… soul? No, he lost that even before he was born. His core? Too trite. His heart? Absolutely not, were you trying to be comedic? No… you stirred something in his gut that confused him. Filled him with a foreign consternation. It made him want to latch his fangs and claws deep into your flesh to devour you but, at the same time, keep you. Ryomen Sukuna had had his fair share of pets and prisoners over the course of his accursed lifetimes; he got bored of them sooner than even he wanted to admit… men, women and everything in between. A few fucks here and there and it got dull. Nothing worth keeping.
But you? You smelled different.
That opened up the realm of possibilities in his infinite mind. Would you… taste different? Bleed different? Would you scream differently? So many questions he wanted answers too, but, all in a curse's good time. He had, after all, nothing but eternity to experiment with on you.
For one thing, you stayed silent. What sorcerer stayed silent as soon as they entered his domain? Usually they'd be jabbering on about defeating him, making him pay for his crimes and all that scripted gooberdygook. What bullshit. Did they really think a human lifetime of practicing jujutsu would be enough to subdue the King of Curses? It's like they weren't even trying hard enough, or trying at all to begin with. Fucking stupid, petty, assumptive scraps of dirt that had the capability to make what they believed to be intelligible sounds.
"You there, little girl!," he finally addressed you and, of all things that could've roused a reaction out of you, it was being called "girl". You flinched at this, face crumpling in annoyance. Far too many times had you been addressed "girl" in much the same tonality as "cow" or "cat" or "bitch" growing up in your misogynistic clan. You had worked so hard and come so far to only meet your death at being called "girl".
Breathing in through your nose, exhaling through your mouth… very good. There was no indicator of your emotional flare-up. Or so you thought.
A macabre snicker echoed through the hollow chamber of bone you were trapped in. "Of all the things that could make you crack, its me calling you a child that did it," sneered the curse, tilting your chin up with a sharp black claw. He had seen you several times before, through that stupid brat's eyes, but this… this was without filter. You were here in front of him, fully in the flesh for him to touch. To violate. And goodness, looking now into your pretty face… that defiant, yet soft gaze and those plush lips. Oh, he knew exactly what he wanted to do to those lips, and those even juicier ones between your legs.
"Should I… break you now?," Sukuna mused aloud, as he gripped your chin tightly with his thick fingers. Those gnarly claws dug into your cheeks but still, not a peep from you. In any other sorcerer this would've driven him mad enough to rip their jaw off and watch them bleed to death slowly… with you, though he wanted to hear what kind of voice you had. How would it sound moaning his name? The very thought made his cock twitch to life almost painfully. "Perhaps… I should let you get a head start," he bared his fangs at you in a maniacal grin that would've instilled panic in any other victim, "I should let you run off, just like that child's game… hide for a bit, or try, while I count. And then I go find you and do everything I want to you. What do you say to that, pretty girl?"
You really had to hand it to your years of being told to not balk in the face of fear, despite being female… you were proud of your composure, but even you had a breaking point. Tears were pooling in your eyes and you had to once more steady your breath before answering. Not that you wanted to give this bastard of a curse any response, but perhaps if you played his mind games, death would be swift. "I am yours to do with as you please, master," you gritted out, doing the utmost to breathe through your nose so as not to speed up your heart rate.
"Master?!," shrieked out Sukuna in monstrous delight, "The bitch called me 'master', how fucking delightful, you're making things so much easier for me. So much so I might wanna see what else your pretty little mouth can say… and do for me."
Your breath hitched: this was the complete opposite of what you wanted but, whatever. Being in his domain you were dead enough as is, you could only hope that you'd soothe him enough to make actual death fast enough.
For no other reason that to fuck with your already terrified brain, Sukuna took hold of your kimono collar at the base of your neck, and gave it a sharp rip that tore the silk in half, exposing your back and destroying your woven obi. You let out a yelp but immediately clapped both hands over your mouth, reminding yourself to keep breathing. It's what Nanami would've told you, had he been here. Your heart died a little bit more within you, remembering your darling beloved better half who you'd never see again and you would've given yourself the luxury of crying for him. Until an incredulous roar broke forth from Sukuna.
"You're a fucking Kamo," he barked in disbelief, pointing at the Lotus tattoo engraved all down your back. Your clan had this nasty tradition of branding females with cursed ink in a bid to limit their capabilities. After all, women were only meant to be breeding stock. There was no need for them to be learned in the jujutsu arts. And yet there was you, against all odds, the first female Kamp to be officially registered as a grade-one sorcerer despite the cursed ink limiter. Well, much good that had done, seeing as you were now forever lost to the Malevolent Shrine.
A cacophony of emotions paraded through Sukuna's body as he beheld the black sutra that had been forcibly etched into your skin. Likely done before you turned three years old too, since the Kamos were a cruel fucking bunch. Enough to horrify even the King of Curses himself. Seeing the tattoo struck a nerve within him, reminding him of how he too was branded by the Three Clans… and somehow or other, this absolutely changed how he saw you. It confused him further. Was he upset that you were a descendant of those who persecuted him? Was he impressed that you were a higher tier sorcerer who had fought against the system?
…or did he begin to feel like he somehow found a soul mate in you?
Someone who understood what it was like to be marked?
Your arms were now crossed over your chest in a bid to keep the remnants of your kimono from fully exposing your breasts. Not that it mattered. Ryomen Sukuna could puff out a bit of air and it would send your clothes melting into your skin to burn. But you still did it; you could maintain some pretense of dignity even when you were moments away from oblivion.
"Look at me, woman," Sukuna hissed quietly, and you promptly obeyed. Something in that pliability of yours made him simultaneously soften and lose his mind at the same time, he couldn't get why. "You're from that family of uppity fucks."
Not knowing what else to do, you simply nodded and responded, "I am a Kamo, my lord."
Till now, he walked around circling you as if doing so would help him grasp why he was getting obsessed with you by the minute.
Right when you thought things would be calmer, you suddenly became aware of your lungs constricting and you being fully submerged in boiling hot water. What the actual fuck, you screamed internally, as you thrashed about for air, trying to locate the surface, trying to get some scrap of oxygen to survive an additional few seconds. Just when you felt your lungs about to collapse from both the heat and the pressure, you felt strong arms and hands lift you up to blinding brightness and sharp, cold air. You spluttered, bile marching up your throat as your airways tried to reconcile your body with no longer drowning, while your bloodshot eyes tried to focus on where the hell you were. Your skin felt both hot and chilled at the same time until you realized… you were in a natural hot springs. Atop a verdant mountain. Naked, before Ryomen Sukuna, your captor and murderer.
You gasped as you beheld him in his muscular glory, marveling and recoiling at the fact that he had two sets of arms, multiple eyes and decidedly longer fangs than he had within the chamber of bones. Looking up and around you for a split second, you wondered if this still was his domain and, as if he heard your thoughts–
"Yes, you're still in my Shrine," Sukuna declared, in a voice that coiled something deep within you. You were embarrassed that the way he stared at you made you press your thighs together… made saliva pool in your mouth. You blinked your heavy, soaked lashes---you weren't, you couldn't be attracted to this Beast, could you? No, impossible. You had Nanami Kento in your life and he was the most important thing to you.
But there lay the problem. You were no longer in the same life you thought you were in not a half hour ago.
At this point there was no value in covering up your nakedness before someone, some curse, that easily flipped switches and locations like it was breathing. You rubbed your face before running both hands through your drenched hair, letting it cling like seaweed to your pillowy breasts. It didn't escape your attention that Sukuna's many burning red eyes were zeroed in on how your prominent raspberry nipples peeked through the curtain of your locks. It might have been your feeble human ego, but seeing him almost visibly weakened by the sight of your body gave you the guts to speak up.
"Why are you keeping me alive, my lord?"
A growl escaped Sukuna as he came closer to you, the spring water spilling over the basin and down the crevasse of the mountain side. "Because I desire you, human," came the guttural voice, so different from the maniacal one back in the Shrine of skulls. A monstrously huge hand cupped at your face–his hand was so big, he could've smashed your face in and snapped your neck off simultaneously. A malicious light flickered through his handsome countenance (you could not comprehend for the life of you why you suddenly found him attractive, it had to be altitude sickness) as he thumbed at your lower lip. Almost on instinct, you shamefully parted your mouth open to lick at his massive thumb—had you the ability to return to your former life, you'd joke about it to Shoko that Sukuna's thumb was the size of an average human dick. Maintaining eye contact that fused confidence with doe-like submission, you allowed him to press his thumb on to your tongue and you ever so slowly closed your lips on it.
And, of course, you sucked on him.
The curse hissed at the intimate touch you willingly gave him, even more aroused and pleased than he was with you earlier. But this time, he wrapped his remaining massive fingers around your neck as he gritted out, "It's not like you have much of a choice. But I would like for you to be my woman." In all his lifetimes he could count on one hand when he had asked for something that was already his politely, as if the victim had a say in that matter.
He brought his demonic face closer to yours, his many eyes inspecting every soft angle of your face. Every detail that converted his atypical cruel disposition into one of curiosity. Maybe even, dare he breathe it, connection. You were painfully attractive to him, he couldn't quite wrap his head around why he hadn't coated you inside out with his semen yet… you made his metaphysical and actual bodies thrum in anticipation of what it would feel like to be balls deep in all of your holes. His many tongues on his hands and stomach were already salivating, just waiting to taste you and make you writhe in overstimulation. He wanted to know how it would feel to breed you, bend you into inexplicable shapes to suit his macabre ideas of pleasure. The moans and wails and sighs you'd make, begging him for more and yet also pleading for him to stop. He wanted to know how sweet it would sound for his name to roll off your lips as you lost vision from how hard he was fucking into you.
But, most of all, Ryomen Sukuna wanted you to want him as much as he craved you.
That's exactly it. He finally got to the bottom of his dilemma—he had had no issues forcing himself on anyone, they could die for all he cared on his cock. If he wanted pleasure, whether in sex or in torture (or, really, both at the same time), he was going to get it and nobody could tell him otherwise. He had that massive hill of bones to prove that point. Yet with you?
He wanted you to willingly bare yourself, open your body to him. He didn't want to have to force you, which clearly, went against his nature and just… it wasn't his modus. How was some sorcerer from a clan he utterly despised suddenly working this dilemma in his infinite brain? It made no sense. All he wanted was a solid fuck, to break you in half and drown you in his cum. If you died in the process (for the second time), well, you know. It came with the territory, didn't it?
But that's not all he wanted.
Ryomen Sukuna wanted you to stay, and to stay of your own volition. Not because of threats, or fear of death.
He wanted you to adore him and worship his body the way he wanted to with you, within this moment suspended in time. He wanted you to forget your past life, your blonde lover, and to focus and know nothing but him. Very easily with the snap of his clawed fingers, Sukuna could wipe your memory and just make you his obedient, doting sex doll, knowing nothing and existing for nothing other than to delight him… it wasn't difficult at all. He'd done it before with multiple, unfortunate souls and then eventually crushed their skulls when he got bored. A minor triviality, really.
That's not what he wanted from you, however.
A pair of huge hands encircled your waist possessively, thumbs stroking the soft plush of your stomach, as if anticipating it being filled with his seed very soon. You watched him do this for a second, your breathing on pause, before feeling the King of Curses pull you on to his lap.
Gods above. You had read ancient tomes describing the body of the Beast and you thought it was likely a ribald joke some stupid sorcerer student had transcribed and mistranslated over the eras … surely he couldn't have two cocks. Could he?
That mystery was solved for you today as your weightless body settled on Sukuna's parted thighs… he most definitely was packing two, thick monstrosities beneath the water and both of them were rubbing up against you. You were basically sandwiched by his two cocks… one rock hard slapped against your stomach, and the other uncomfortably wedged between your ass cheeks.
It would be foolish, utterly ridiculous, to claim this didn't immediately turn you into a raging bitch in heat. Who were you lying to? You were already biting the inside of your lip from the friction you were getting and Sukuna hadn't even really, truly moved… and those pesky, muscular hands of his made damn sure you couldn't budge an inch.
The massive hand that had wrapped around your neck once more cupped your face, once more bringing your lips dangerously close to his. You expected his breath to smell of fetid blood and decay… the surprise of finding he smelled of persimmons and earthy tea, laced with the brightness of yuzu. It made your brain, already distraught from the events of today, further short circuit. How was this Beast who devoured souls and chewed on fresh bone, who made wasteful libations of blood, how could he smell this enticing?
It wasn't fair to be a prisoner, and to have your captor feel this arousing and delicious and frightening at the same time. It made no sense and didn't process right. You had a love, never mind that you were not in the same realm as he… you had promised him body, heart, mind and soul over multiple lives and yet here you were, barely an hour deceased and already salivating for the cock (correction, cocks) of another man. A curse, to be specific, the most malignant of all that had ever plagued humanity. It made no sense, and yet here you were slowly grinding yourself between his two monstrous girths. Allowing yourself to loosen up for someone other than Nanami. It made your face burn in shame at the utter betrayal, but as Sukuna's giant hands began to slowly rub at your ass cheeks… gradually pulling them apart, you could feel your slick building, the need for friction increasing by the minute.
A low chuckle reverberated through Sukuna's carved, inked chest, one so strong that your pussy twitched at the tremor of it. "Be mine, sorcerer… forget him. He's in a different life. He will move on. It's time for you to choose me."
Could this curse read your thoughts and your guilt?! Panic coursed through your veins like turgid ice but it helped stopper up the undeniable lusting you had for your captor. You knew Nanami Kento–he rarely opened his heart, so for those he did, he would never recover if he lost them. He could literally count on one hand how many people he loved in his life, and you were proud to be one of them. You knew that if Nanami were aware that you existed in another realm, he'd do all in his power to find you and save you, even at the cost of his own life. It made you choke up to think of how he was feeling right at this moment, when Sukuna made an impatient sound–
"At the end of the day, your lover is a weak human. He's not immortal, he has no true powers. He'll never transcend, never have the ability to bend time and warp space. What use is he to you anyway?"
Hearing this slander of Nanami's humanness made you bristle—so what if he was human and frail just like you? Maintaining your subservient attitude but not hiding your defiance, you responded, "His love is enough for me, that is enough for him to transcend."
All four of the curse's eyes rolled at how utterly yawnsome, how trite and paltry all this was. Had you been another creature he would've shrugged his shoulders and ripped your head off. You didn't want him? On to the next.
But with you? For you, he'd debase himself to compete with a human to prove he was the better choice.
A set of palms eclipsed your breasts as he leaned in to whisper, "He will never be able to take you to the heights of pleasure the way I could, pretty lamb." You gasped as you felt mouths open on his palms, both of which began to suckle on your nipples. Licking, sucking, nibbling on your breasts at the same time, making you lose your mind in half the time. Sukuna let out a pleased growl when you placed both your hands on his chest to brace yourself, as you retorted, "I don't doubt my lord's capabilities to please me, but there's more to love than just that…"
His two hands submerged underwater, the ones prying your ass cheeks open and close began to crawl beneath your thighs to gently tug open at your lips, making you draw your breath sharply. Through gritted fangs came the answer, "Your king can love you just as good and fuck you just as hard… and give you things you never thought possible." He ever so slightly hoisted you forward, just so your lips could wrap around his uppermost cock and it absolutely made your eyes roll to the back of your skull.
And yet you persisted. "I don't desire things, my… lord…" you panted out, clearly desiring him to pick up the pace.
"A beast calms itself, wreaks less havoc when it has a mate… imagine if the King of Curses had a queen to soothe him. Imagine what that would spell for the world you came from. For your friends. For your lover. Imagine that."
Your heart skipped a beat at this, maybe longer than it should as the weight of his words began to settle into you—if someone could sway Sukuna, keep him pleased and preoccupied… there would very likely be less cursed activity in the world. Less accidents, less deaths. Less likelihood your students would die in a macabre fashion. With his powers you would be able to, like he bragged, transcend time and space. Perhaps it would enable you to eventually find an alternate universe where you and Nanami were normal, non-sorcerers capable of living a quiet life together. Perhaps this choice of staying with Sukuna wasn't half as bad, or as much of a betrayal, as you originally thought.
He snickered at your very audible train of thought, but he knew… he very well knew he had won you over. One of his submerged hands wrapped around his upper cock and began to rub the engorged head against your clit and the debauched moan you gave made him bare his fangs in lust. "Will you let me give the curses a queen, then?" Slowly, maddeningly slowly, he began to prod that cockhead into your folds but it appeared he refused to pierce you until you gave your answer. The lower cock simultaneously began to push into your taut ass… and the sensation was becoming fast overwhelming.
Sukuna needed an answer and the bait he dangled of somewhat protecting the world, the chance of seeing Nanami again and the prospect of insane, destructive sex was far too good to pass up.
You placed sloppy, open mouth kisses upon the curse's lips, moaning into his fangs what he wanted to hear, "I am yours, my lord, I will serve and love you."
The animalistic howl of triumph that left the Beast's throat sent a frightful shiver snaking up your spine, but what he said next made fireworks go off within your body—"Sit on your throne, my queen."
And with that, Sukuna forcefully impaled you on both his cocks so hard that you blacked out.