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| title: the devil's bride

| pairing: r. sukuna x f!reader

| wc: 5.4k

| cw/an: nsfw, mdni, hard!Dom/sub dynamic, Master/slave dynamic, dubcon/cnc, monster fucking, fear, mindfuckery, oral sex (m/f receiving), blood/dark content, degradation/praise, punishment, throat/face fucking, nicknames/titles used: "pet"/"angel"/"Master"/"Lord", mocking, forced marriage, bondage, hair pulling, cumflation, black semen, (black) creampie, squirting, ass play, breeding

| soundtrack: nomads - the weeknd (sunny marx remix)

| tagging: @cyancherub @kagejima @raggedyannazon @victoriacapo @yuujispinkhair & any of my other fellow sukuna fuckers

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You’d long been obsessed with the king of curses. You’d chanted his name innumerable times, performing little rituals and seances to invoke his spirit. All in service to the king. Your king. It had been a thousand years since he'd been defeated and sealed away. You never dreamed that he’d come back.

Little did you know, one night a young high schooler named Yuuji Itadori swallowed the first of Sukuna’s twenty fingers. Power had been choked back into the shaman-turned-demon like breath into the lungs of someone who’d nearly drowned.

The beastly king had returned, full of vigor and rage and hunger. But he hadn’t long been able to play when that Yuuji brat had stuffed him back down, settling him down somewhere deep inside his bones.

A couple of days passed and he was finally able to spread his proverbial wings when the pink-haired brat succumbed to his power - begged him even - to save his own life as well as that of his friends. By the end of the night, the king of curses had regained some of his tremendous power. However, ultimately, he was once again silenced, subdued.

All he could do was stew and simmer. Until he was reminded of something. Of you.

Ignorant to his revival, you held another seance. He could take it or leave it, but decided to play along out of sheer curiosity and boredom.

Driven by the moist heat in your loins, you beckoned him just as you’d done so many times before.

This time, he answered.

“I can smell you, mortal woman.”

You jumped back. How many times had you done this, never once expecting a response? You scrambled until your back was flush against the side of your bed, mind hurtling through the various possibilities, limited as they were. You had almost convinced yourself that it was your own imagination - or was it wishful thinking? - that Lord Sukuna was speaking to you.

“Your scent is…” He took a deep, long whiff. “...divine.” His taunting laughter settled into your core. “Hmm…how many times have you beckoned me? Hm? How often have you willed that I mount you and fuck you raw, human?”

You shuddered as a chill traveled down your spine. You pulled your knees to your chest, daring not to speak.

“Oh, come now. Don’t be shy.” His sardonic chuckle crept into your bones. “Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted? To have your sweet little cunt spread around my cock? Hm?” His laughter ricocheted off the walls of your bedroom. He was in every corner and crevice of the space surrounding you, tapping and scratching his long, black fingernails against your psyche.

You didn’t move.

He clicked his tongue and sighed. “I suppose it’s just as well. Perhaps I’ll answer one of the countless other moans of my name…”

“Wait!” you jolted. “I want it. I…want you.” He was right. You’d wanted this all along and this was a once in a hundred lifetimes opportunity. Just one brief jaunt with him wouldn’t hurt too bad, would it? “But how?”

“It’s easy. Just relax…” He hummed. “Yes, that’s it. Now…give yourself over to me, pet.”

The walls of your room fell away as darkness consumed them. You found yourself standing in an ankle-deep pool of blood that surrounded you as far as your straining eyes could see. Heart pounding, you began to panic, checking every part of your body for injuries.

“Calm down, pet. That’s the blood of my enemies; you are unharmed…for now.” That familiar insidious chuckle encompassed you again, closer this time.

Your clothes were gone, replaced by a sheer white camisole gown that ended just below your hips. You looked around for him, gingerly turning your head from side to side, afraid to make any sudden moves. You’d researched Ryoumen Sukuna extensively; you knew what he was capable of.

“W-where are you?” you hazarded, your voice small and shaky.

Ominous red clouds swirled above you, casting their own dim light causing your white gown to glow deep pink. The space around you seemed to breathe on its own and you heard Sukuna’s voice from directly behind you.

“Careful. You’re in my domain now, mortal. Do not presume to speak to me unless spoken to.”

You turned to find him towering above you, reclined high atop a mound of bull skulls and bones. A faint blue glow emanated from somewhere behind him, casting eerie shadows across his devilishly handsome features. You recognized the distinct markings on his face, even from such a distance.

He looked down his nose at you and licked his sinful lips. With his legs crossed and his jaw propped on his fist, he lifted his other hand from his knee and curled his finger, bidding you to move closer to him.

“Come, pet. Let me get a better look at you.”

You waded your bare feet through the shallow, bloody lake, stopping to kneel at the base of his throne, waiting for his permission to speak to him.

He hummed. “What a precious, well-behaved pet you are! So pliant and eager to follow my commands. Hm? I might just decide to keep you.”

You could feel his scarlet eyes on you, coveting your sexy, feminine form - every curve and basin and fatty deposit it had to offer him. His hungry gaze settled on your visible breasts, his heavy cock stirring as he watched the flesh of your nipples darken and pebble into cute little buds ripe for the sucking.

“Look at me, pet.”

You obeyed and right away you were taken by his raw, animal sexuality and a tempest began to rage in your loins. All four of his eyes were trained on you, his pinky and ring fingers pressing against his bared teeth as he grinned down at you.

Your focus drifted to where he’d begun wringing the head of his growing cock through the cloth of his white kimono. Your walls clenched, sending a delicious ache deep into your lower belly. Feeling your warm cream coat your inner thighs, you squeezed them together with a quiet, pitiful whimper.

“What is it, angel?” His voice had grown deeper along with his arousal.

“Wanna suck your cock, Master.”

His toothy grin widened at the title you’d so willingly given him as a dark, guttural chuckle rumbled in his chest.

“Well, then…” He let his legs fall open. “…come to kneel at my feet.”

You eagerly did as you were told, stumbling a couple of times on the skulls beneath your feet. You’d almost reached his knee when you lost your footing and slid halfway down again, collecting nicks and scratches from the sharp edges of bones and bull horns along the way.

He could’ve easily grabbed you, but sensing how badly you wanted him, he chose not to. Watching you work so hard for him was infinitely more interesting. He instead tilted his head at you and frowned.

“Oh no. You poor thing,” he mocked. Once again he curled a sharp, black fingernail at you. “Ganbare, ganbare…try again, angel. Or maybe you don’t want it badly enough?”

Keeping your head down to avoid his intoxicating gaze, you said, “I do want it, Master. Every inch.”

“Yeah? Show me how much you want it then, pet,” he said, untying his obi.

With tiny trails of blood snaking down your arms and legs, you began working your way up the pile of bones again. You noticed the large tent that had formed beneath his kimono, which had fallen open just enough to expose the tattoos on his broad, bare chest. As if you needed any more motivation.

When you finally made it to his feet, you knelt once more, keeping your head bowed to your Master. He was so close you could smell him.

Sukuna shifted a little, but otherwise intended to let you do all the work. “Take my cock out, angel.”

Your hand traveled up the inside of his naked thigh, further up beneath his garb of silken ivory until you felt the rough texture of his pubic hair. Your small fingers found purchase around the wide base of his cock, growing harder still under your divine touch. Even before laying eyes on it, you could appreciate the size of his blood-engorged member. You were impressed, but not at all surprised. Big dick energy oozed from every pore of his ink adorned skin.

With him firmly inside your grasp you gently pushed his robe out of the way as you pulled his cock out. The sight of it alone sent another gush of slick down between your naked legs. Two thick black lines encircled his girth and all you could think about was how nicely they would contrast with the pearly white rings you were bound to leave on top of them. You started bringing your mouth to his cockhead when he stopped you with a thumb to your chin - the first time he’d touched you.

“Ah ah ahhh! Did I give you permission to taste my cock, pretty angel?”

“No, Master. Please forgive me. It just looks so good.”

You stroked him nice and slow, his shaft like hot steel under the soft, velvety skin of his length. You watched, mouth watering as the thick veins rolled under your fingers.

He moaned. “Of course I forgive you, my sweet pet. There will be a small punishment, but nothing you can’t handle.” He raked his long fingernails against your scalp as he pushed your hair over to one side. Your eyes fluttered closed at the titillating sensation as his cock twitched in your hand. “Go ahead, pet. Taste me.”

You inched forward on your knees, resting your free hand on the curved musculature of his right thigh as you kitten-licked the dark pink tip of his cock.

Sukuna hissed. “Don’t be a fucking prick-tease. I wanna see you wrap those pretty lips around my cockhead like you fucking mean it.”

You fulfilled your lord’s wishes and stretched your wet lips all the way around him, sinking down as far as you could before choking and coming up for air.

“That’s better, pet. Again.”

You swirled your tongue around his salty tip before sinking down his length as far as you could go before hollowing your cheeks and slurping your way back up.

“Mmmfuck, yes angel. Keep sucking my cock just like that,” he groaned.

So you did. You sucked and gagged on him, your saliva bathing the full length of his throbbing cock. To say it had been a while for him would’ve been a tragic understatement. He watched and admired you as you bobbed up and down, his full balls drawing closer to his body with every passing minute.

Sukuna, you quickly learned, was a very vocal lover. He moaned and hissed his praises as you gobbled his cock down without a single care.

“Mmhmm…” He sucked air between his clenched teeth. “Keep going just like that, pet. Get -mm- get ready to -fuck!- take my cum down your throat.”

His hands were in your hair, holding your head to keep you from escaping as he began fucking himself into your throat. He pressed his spasming balls against your chin. You couldn’t breathe. You choked and gagged and tried to scream, but the vibrations only drove him harder to his end as he emptied himself inside your raw gullet. Your hands urgently tapped his thighs, but your rhythmic gags only fueled his orgasm.

Only once he’d spent himself did he start to pull out of your throat. You choked and spat until you opened your eyes to see what could only be described as thick black sludge oozing down your fingers and Sukuna’s cock.

You pulled off of him in a panic, choking on his semen as you breathed it in, chest heaving as you gasped for air.

“What’s the matter, angel? Does my black jizz frighten you?” What began as a low rumble in your master’s chest quickly erupted from his open mouth as laughter. “What the fuck did you expect?” He pulled your head back by your hair and brought his mouth to your ear. “I’m a fucking demon.”

You were still trying to catch your breath when the tables suddenly turned.

With your back on the seat of your master’s throne, he splayed your legs open, staring shamelessly at the glistening insides of your trembling thighs.

“Look at the mess you’ve made between your thighs, pet. This all for me, pretty baby?”

You arched your back, willing him to taste you. “Y-yes, M-master.”

He watched as your tight pussy hole opened and closed around nothing, sending another wave of your juices flowing down between your crack to coat your puckering asshole.

“Now this…” he put one of his knees down, then the other. “...This I’ve been dying to taste all night.” His long tongue darted out of his mouth as he dipped his head down and began to lap and suck at the soft flesh between your legs. “Mmm so fucking delicious. It’s been too long since I’ve tasted a woman’s arousal.” He switched and licked a long, languid line along your other inner thigh. “God! Even longer since I’ve tasted one as good as yours, angel.” He sucked and slurped, collecting every last drop of your essence from your thighs, leaving little bruises on your skin as he went.

Once he’d licked your inner thighs clean, he went right for the source.

His big, strong hands pushed your thighs further apart. He flattened his wide tongue over your sex and dragged it from your winking hole upwards along your plump pussy lips. Your breathy moan was replaced by a sharp gasp when he flicked the pointed tip of his tongue over your erect clit. Without thinking, your hands flew to his hair. He stopped moving and pulled his tongue back into his mouth. Oh shit.

Only his eyes moved, rolling up to look at you. “Did I say you could fucking touch me?”

With your eyes wide open, you covered your mouth with both hands and shook your head.

“You’re in a rather compromising position to be misbehaving, wouldn’t you agree?”

You slowly pulled your hands away from your face, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You knew you were pushing his patience, something much of which he didn’t particularly have to begin with. “Yes, M-Master. I wasn’t thinking. Please? Give me another chance?”

His cheek kissed his teeth. “I’ll give you one more chance, pet. Misbehave again and I will punish you. Do you understand me?” The heat of every word fanned over your dripping cunt.

You nodded frantically. “Y-yes! Of course, Master!”

A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest. “You’re lucky you’re so cute. Besides, this pussy of yours is a fucking delicacy and I intend to devour it.”

And devour it he did. He alternated between prodding your hole with his slithering tongue and sucking your soul from your clit. Carding your fingers into your own hair, your thighs trembling, you rocked your hips as he wore you down. He growled, the vibration sending yet another thread of pleasure coursing through your body. His fingers began to play at your entrance making you tense up at the thought of those sharp fingernails. But interrupting or questioning him would be even more dangerous, so you kept your mouth shut.

“Relax, angel. I know what I’m doing,” your host murmured, his lips moving against you.

Sure enough, he slipped two fingers inside you without so much as a pinch. He watched your eyelids flutter closed, a self-satisfied grin creeping across his face. He carefully massaged that unmistakable ribbed pad of flesh less than a finger-length inside you.

“Oh god!” you cried.

“Yes, angel?”

“Fuck, feels so good.”

With a low chuckle he latched onto your clit again, sucking it loudly as his fingers began to tug on your g-spot.

Your back arched, leaving nothing but space between your shoulder blades and ass. Sukuna slurped away at your messy cunt, a mixture of your slick and his saliva dripping from his chin and landing between his knees.

Your legs began to shake uncontrollably and he knew. He tugged harder at your sweet spot while flicking his tongue over your clit at an inhuman speed.

“Mm! Oh fuck! Fuck, M-Master Sukuna, please!”

He groaned at the way your clenching pussy sucked on his fingers as your juices filled the huge palm of his hand and spilled over the sides. Your breasts heaved in the air as your pounding heart rattled your rib cage.

He withdrew his fingers and stood up, shirking his kimono off his shoulders before it fell into a heap at his feet.

“Well, well. Isn’t that just a picture perfect sight? You haven’t even had my cock yet and you’re already too weak to move.”

He leaned over your trembling form, digging his nails into the fabric of your camisole. With one swift jerk of his hands he ripped it apart, sending pieces of the thin material fluttering around you like papier-mâché.

He opened his mouth wide around your jugular to feel it pulse against his tongue. His heavy cock thumped against your clit as his sharp canines scraped along the length of your neck, not enough to break the skin, but enough to leave matching trails of red welts in their wake.

“That’s too bad, angel, because I’m nowhere near finished with you yet,” he growled.

You whimpered beneath him when the soft texture of his tongue dragged between your breasts. He licked the sweat from your cleavage before sucking one of your budded nipples into his mouth. You obliged him, jutting your tit deeper into his hot, wet cavern. He pulled away, a string of spit bridging the gap between your nipple and his bottom lip, before lapping just as hungrily at the other one.

He was still licking his chops when he scooped up your limp body and sat back down on his throne. His cock had grown impossibly hard again, his hips already beginning to roll of their own accord as he situated you on top of him.

You straddled his bare thighs, two thick black bands underneath each ass cheek. You’d come back to your senses enough to know what was to come, but you were having a bit of trouble balancing yourself on top of him. You began to lean but he caught you.

“Tsk. You look so adorably pathetic right now, pet. Tell you what. Since you can’t seem to even sit on your own, I’ll let you use me as leverage. Come on, put your hands on me.”

You leaned forward and placed your palms flat down on the sculpted plane of his stomach.

“Thank you, Master. So gracious of you.”

“Don’t mention it. It’s for my benefit, not yours. You’re here to pleasure me. Lucky for you, feeling your cute little cunt squeeze and suck on my fingers and cock gives me immense pleasure.”

He grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and yanked you along his thighs until his leaking cock was sandwiched between your slippery pussy lips and his lower abdomen. You cried out at the sudden stimulation to your still-twitching clit. But the rough texture of the underside of your Lord’s thick shaft proved heavenly and you began rocking your hips.

You leaned forward to rest your head on his chest as you worked yourself into a frenzy, riding your Master like a steed. You were whining, nearly sobbing, begging him to fill you up.

“Listen to that sweet, precious sound. Like music to my fucking ears. Mmm…such a good fucking girl, yeah? You deserve to beg for my fat cock. You want it, sweetheart?”

“God, please yes! Need your cock, Master!” You squirmed on his lap, chanting a string of pitiful pleas.

“How can I say no to such a needy whore?”

He lifted you up by your ass while his other hand reached around to guide his huge, drooling mushroom tip to your aching cunt hole. You shuddered against him as he began to push inside you. He let you lower yourself down onto him slowly, the rim of your tight hole twitching and burning as it stretched around his monstrous girth.

Broken whimpers of his name fell from your lips all the way down; at the same time, his mouth fell open as a long groan of relief escaped him.

It had been over a thousand years since he’d buried his cock inside the tight warmth of a soft pussy. In all honesty yours had been well worth the wait, but feeling you swallow him whole stirred the feral beast within from his slumber.

He picked you up by your ass until only the tip remained inside, your flesh dimpling under his fingertips. Without warning he brutally slammed you back down, impaling you on his angry cock.

You screamed, clawing at his chest as you threw your head back in agony. He repeated the process, picking up his pace with every thrust of his hips against your reddening bottom.

“M-master! It hahhh! It hurts!” you wailed. “Too big! No! Please stop, you’re hurting me!”

The plump veins running the length of his cock dragged against your succulent walls, rolling under his skin as he pumped himself in and out of your pussy with force. There was his derisive laughter again.

“Such an ungrateful fucking pet!” He huffed and puffed as he spoke, still spearing you on his throbbing cock. “You beg me to fuck you so I fuck you! Now you’re begging me to stop! Like hell! You’re my plaything now. As of tonight, you're the devil’s bride and I’m going to fuck you until that weeping pussy of yours knows only my shape, my size! You’ll never be able to cum on another cock after I’m done with you, angel! Only mine!” he hissed.

He dug his fingertips deeper into the plush of your ass, his nails beginning to puncture your sensitive skin. Small trails of blood trickled down as Sukuna’s hard, slick-coated thighs slapped against your cheeks.

“God please! No! Stop! I never said I wanted that!” you cried, trying to claw at his face but he caught your wrists. He easily bound them with one hand, keeping a painfully firm grip on your butt with the other.

“Guess you should’ve done your fucking homework, angel. The second I penetrated you, you were claimed!”

But you had done your homework. You knew everything there was to know about Ryoumen Sukuna - the man, the shaman, the curse. Your mind reeled, thoughts racing, poring through the bits of data you’d collected about him over the years. Nothing you’d ever stumbled upon ever mentioned this. Or…was this how the binding contract worked when he took a mate in his domain? Fuckfuckfuck!

“You got yourself into this, pretty angel. Now you’re going to suffer the consequences!” He grunted every word in time with his powerful thrusts.

Your sobs turned to whimpers as the pain gave way to pleasure. Deep down, this was what you ultimately desired. Your dreams were coming true. Or would it prove to be a nightmare?

You were snapped out of your thoughts when your host pressed the pad of his middle finger against your tiny asshole. Clenching harder around his cock from the stimulation, you stopped resisting him. You’d never been so wet in your life, your pussy making lewd squishing sounds as he pounded up into you. The unrelenting pleasure courtesy of Sukuna began to pool into a point of singularity deep inside your womb.

“Fuck, angel! Your little cunt is sucking on my cock so hard. You gonna cum for me? Hm? Gonna cum all over your Master’s loins?”

“Y-yes-s M-Mas-s-ter!” You were fucking him back now, bouncing up and down on him, your fingernails digging into his chest, holding on for dear life as he owned your pussy. With every wet clap of your plush ass against his thighs, you threw it back on him in hot pursuit of your release.

“Shit, that’s it, pet! Cum for your Master!”

When he poked his fingertip into your little asshole you came apart around him, squirting your cum all over his abdomen and chest.

“Yes, that’s it! Bathe me in your juices, pet!” Closing his eyes, Sukuna leaned back, grinning from ear to ear like he’d just been sprayed with cool, refreshing water on a hot summer day.

You chased your orgasm all the way to its end and your whole body went limp and collapsed on top of Sukuna.

He rolled his eyes. “Tsk. There you go again, tapping out on me like the hopeless lightweight you are.” He chuckled as he gathered you up and positioned you on your back. “No matter. I’ll just use your body as my live sex doll, hm? Yes, such a submissive little cocksleeve.”

He positioned himself between your open legs, droplets of your slick still trickling down the hills and valleys of his delectable abs. You opened your eyes just in time to see him push his thick cockhead back inside you with a soft pop.

You cried out, thighs clamping around his hips as they began to move. Fucking hell, he really was the perfect shape and size. If his was to be the only cock you’d have for the rest of your life, such as it was, you were grateful that it was also the very best.

Sukuna pried your thighs away from him and pushed them open until your knees were out beside you. “Keep those sexy fucking legs open for me, pet! I’m gonna destroy that sweet fucking pussy!”

He slammed into you so hard it took your breath away.

“Fuck! Master! That hurts!” you whined. “Please don’t, please!”

“Shut up!” he growled. “Didn’t I tell you there was going to be a punishment?”

“What did I do wrong, Master?” you cried, tits bouncing in time with his violent thrusts. “I thought you were giving me another chance!”

A maniacal smile was accompanied by a wilder than usual look in his eyes. “I changed my fucking mind!”

Sukuna laughed as horror shone in your watery eyes. He leaned over you and pounded into you like a wild animal.

“No! Nononono! Stop! Please don’t do this!”

He responded by plowing his beast of a cock into you even harder. “Thought I told you to shut up, pet!” He reached for his discarded scarf and gagged you with it, tying it behind your head.

“Now listen! The sorcerers - they’re going to try to kill me. That’s not gonna happen, but just in case, I’m going to take out a little insurance policy.”

Your tear-filled eyes looked up at him with a combination of fear and confusion.

“Or, more accurately, a whole litter of them.”

Litter?

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your cheek. “I know you’re fertile right now, angel. I could smell it from miles away. I’m going to breed you, hm? Pump that cunt of yours full of my black demon seed!”

As more laughter erupted from him, you shook your head frantically. Your pleas were little more than mumbles through his scarf.

Sukuna started to move inside you again, bullying your sore cunt with his huge cock. You tried to push him off you, but that was futile. So you started swinging and clawing at whatever you could reach, but he was able to block or dodge every punch you threw.

“Ooh feisty! I like it!” he mocked, his ass and thighs flexing as he mercilessly fucked his cock into you with all his strength.

Screaming into your gag, you began squirming and kicking his legs, distracting him enough from your hands that you were finally able to drag your nails across the side of his face.

“Okay, now you’re just being annoying!”

He grabbed a long scrap of your camisole and wrapped it around your wrists, binding them together before manhandling your thighs back open. Gripping the backs of your thighs, he pushed your knees back towards your ears.

“Why don’t you just let go of your pride already, angel? Who do you think you’re fooling? Me? Hah? After all the nights you laid like this in your own bed, on your back with your legs spread wide, screaming my name while bullying your own pussy with the biggest fucking dildo you could handle?! The only one you’re fooling here is yourself! Just stop fighting it! I’m driving my fat cock deep into your slippery cunt just like you’ve always wanted! Now take it! Let me fuck you until you can’t fucking walk! Scream my name like I’ve heard you do so many times before!”

You reached up with your bound hands, grabbed two fistsful of his powder pink hair, and began tugging and yanking with all your might.

He moaned. “That’s just gonna make me cum faster, pet!” He quickly pulled the gag out of your mouth. “Scream my fucking name, human! Sukuna! Say it!”

Fuck him for making your pussy clench around his delicious cock again. You were still crying, but he was right. You’d been trying to fight the pleasure that he’d been pushing into you like tidal waves. “SUKUNA!”

“Oh fuck, that’s it baby girl! Again!”

You were pumping your hips up to meet his thrusts now, tears streaming across your temples, pussy tightening into a vice-like grip around his pistoning cock. “SUKUNAAAA!”

“Ahh so fucking sweet!” He looked down to where he was plowing his cock into you. “Look at these beautiful creamy rings you’ve made on my dick.”

You raised your head up to see. You were right. His black tattoos did contrast nicely with your white pussy cream. You watched his cock glide in and out of you as even more of your essence collected under the thick head.

Your head fell back again when your pussy began to convulse around his veiny girth. “Oh god! Sukuna?! You’re gonna make me cum again!”

“Fuck yeah, good girl! I want that cunt pulsing when I fill you with my jizz!”

With one final scream of his name, you came hard, milking Sukuna’s cock of his seed.

“Shit, that’s it! So perfect! Gonna fucking cum so hard and watch your belly grow plump with my spawn!”

He grunted and slammed his cock into you, making sure to get deep enough so his cockhead peeked through the opening of your cervix.

“Fuck!” he growled, his cock jerking as it released long ropes of his thick, black cum, spilling the contents of his tightened balls into your womb. He unloaded so much into you that your lower tummy began to swell, your womb stretching to accommodate all his semen.

Panting, your king kept you pressed beneath him, resting your ankles on the sinew of his inked shoulder. He wanted to ensure that as much of his sperm as possible would take hold and seed you.

After a few minutes he finally dismounted you, pulling his softening-but-still-very-thick cock out with an audible gush of his dark, hot cum.

~ epilogue ~

He rolled over and collapsed next to you. “Give me a few minutes to rest and I’ll show you to your cage, pet.”

“Cage?” you asked incredulously. “I thought we’re, like, married now or something?”

“We basically are, but as long as you’re still trying to claw my eyes out while I’m fucking you, you’re not fucking sleeping with me!”

“You were hurting me, Sukuna!”

“Oh and clawing someone’s face off doesn’t hurt?!”

“Can you just try being a little gentler? Maybe ease me into this?”

He turned his head to face you and scoffed. “Ease you into this? Have you even met me?”

“Can’t you make an exception or two for the fucking mother of your children?”

“Fucking relax, angel! I’m gonna take real good care of you. Trust me.”

“Says the arguably least trustworthy guy ever?”

“What?! I’m letting you call me by my name! I’m not even mad that you’re speaking so freely to me! Rather flippantly too, I might add!”

“You’re impossible.”

"Come on, let's go. I'm taking you to your cage."

"Such a gentleman..."

And just like that, it was like you’d been married for half a century.

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♡₊˚🥀₊✧ 𝘀𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮 𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝘂𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗲 ♡₊˚🥀₊✧

: ̗̀➛ tropes: fem! reader 𖥔 minors do not interact 𖥔 king x concubine 𖥔 lots of plot with porn 𖥔 mentions of abuse 𖥔 mentions of sexual assault 𖥔 normal form sukuna (sorry yall but next time ill do his big boy one) 𖥔 he only has eyes for you 𖥔 you're his darling 𖥔 he would kill for you 𖥔 breeding (!!!!) 𖥔 alternate universe 𖥔 nsfw 𖥔 smut

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: ̗̀➛ notes: this took a whole WEEK to edit. im so obsessed with this story. it's my favourite thing ive written because i love period movies and dramas and really got to challenge my writing skills to give it more a fantasy-esque element. if you have any requests, don’t hesitate to send them. pls follow, reblog, like, comment—whatever you want! okay love you and enjoy.

The diligent hands of Lord Sukuna Ryomen’s palace attendants scrubbed away the grime that clung to every inch of your weary form. There were no traces of tears in your eyes, despite the discomfort of the cleansing process.

Perhaps it was the residue of gratitude for an escape from a foster family who saw fit to barter you away for a pittance to fuel their vices.

The water surrounding you had transformed into a murky haze, carrying away the evidence of your former life's hardships.

Yet, amidst this cleansing ritual, you couldn’t shake the puzzling thought of why the guards had singled you out from the other young women within the household. Uraume, the overseer of palace affairs, had arrived alongside them, their presence looming over the proceedings with an air of mystery.

That morning, you were subjected to abuse in front of everyone at the central market, longing for someone to stand up for you. And someone did. They offered you an escape from that hellhole and into a world of luxury.

You weren’t going to complain now that you had accepted this new fate of yours.

“Ya’ got too many scars, girl,” remarked one of the elderly attendants, gently assisting you out of the steaming bath, her hands wrapping a towel around your shivering form. “Our powders will struggle to conceal ’em all. How did ya’ come by such marks?”

“From my foster family,” you murmured, gaze fixed upon your toes as if they held the weight of your past. The plush carpet beneath your feet offered a small comfort, a luxury unfamiliar to your upbringing.

Memories of their harsh discipline flooded back—the blistering gravel underfoot as punishment for daring to voice dissent. It was a brutal introduction to a world where obedience was paramount.

“A wretched lot,” the attendant muttered sympathetically.

Enveloped in a silk robe, she led you into a chamber shared by a cohort of women, a realm far removed from the confines of your previous abode. Here, space was ample—the expanse excessive, with beds lining the walls and a high ceiling adorned with a single chandelier.

As you entered, a symphony of pretty faces and inquisitive gazes greeted you. Women of all colours and shapes reclined luxuriously in plain robes, their hair intricately braided or cascading freely down their backs. Conversations paused, curiosity piqued by your arrival, as all eyes turned to welcome you into their midst.

Beneath the weight of their scrutinising stares, you found yourself shrinking. These women, draped in silk and adorned with jewels, were the king's favoured concubines, a fact repeatedly emphasised during your journey to the palace and even in the fragrant confines of the bathhouse.

Every instinct urged you to rebel, to refuse to be just another ornament in the king’s harem, but you understood the value placed on purity by the monarch.

Unfortunately, your innocence had been cruelly stolen from you by your foster father, leaving you tarnished in body and spirit. Lord Sukuna would have no use for a damaged flower in his garden of perfection.

In truth, you couldn’t even imagine an image of his face in your mind. His Lordship remained a mystery to those beyond the palace walls.

“Here ya’ are.” The attendant guided you to your bed. “That vanity there’s yours to use.” She gestured toward the communal area by the window, where two other young women were preparing themselves. “Once your hair dries, one of my girls will assist ya’ in preparin’ for your audience with His Lordship.” Her touch was gentle as she caressed your cheek. “Rest assured, dear, ya’ safe now.”

You attempted a smile, though the effort seemed Herculean amidst your weariness.

As the attendant departed, her scolding to the rowdy girls fading into the background, you nestled into the comforting embrace of your soft bedding, ignoring the hushed criticisms trailing in your wake.

She’s feeble.

Her hair lacks refinement.

The king would never entertain a lowly pauper.

She’ll be gone by tomorrow.

Their words, like venomous serpents, slithered through the air.

Amidst their degradation, you succumbed to exhaustion.

But your slumber was interrupted by the bustling commotion of handmaidens assembling around you.

Disoriented and scarcely given a moment to collect your thoughts, you found yourself swiftly escorted to the vanity, where the clamour of girls jostling for space filled the air.

They manipulated your locks, weaving intricate patterns into your hair, fashioning a crown braid atop your head while allowing the remaining tresses to cascade freely down your back.

Meanwhile, other attendants removed your robe, their hands moving with practised efficiency as they anointed your skin with fragrant oils, infusing it with the delicate essence of lavender.

Between the flurry of activity, the whispers of your fellow concubines hung in the air like a veil of awe and trepidation. Their eyes were drawn to the scars marring your skin, as they speculated about how the king would perceive your imperfections as repulsive.

Good.

You craved precisely that outcome.

If the king recoiled at your sight, it meant he wouldn’t desire you to bear his heir. If the tales circulating in the town about his monstrous nature held any truth, then he’d likely offer you death as a reprieve—and you’d welcome it with open arms.

Before facing the king, you stole a glance at your reflection, the final moments of solitude before your fate was decided. The powder concealed the imperfections of your skin, rendering it smooth and flawless. Your cheeks and lips bore a muted hue reminiscent of crushed cherries. Delicate white blossoms adorned your hair, woven into your braids by nimble fingers.

As you stood, the other women adorned you in a robe of silky fabric, its floral pattern draping over your form, cinched at the waist to accentuate your curves. Barefoot, you followed them out, the chill of the floor beneath your feet a stark contrast to the warmth of anticipation and trepidation swirling within you.

“Good luck, pauper,” taunted one of the concubines, her voice dripping with disdain, echoed by a cacophony of mocking laughter.

Palms clammy with nerves, you shifted your gaze to the opulence of the palace corridors. Adorned with countless chandeliers and swathes of velvet drapery, they offered a stark contrast to the blooming back garden. Memories of tending to the earth and nurturing life back at your foster family’s home flooded your mind.

“Quickly now,” one of the maids urged, her voice tinged with urgency. “His Lordship detests tardiness.”

“I apologise.” You hastened your steps to keep pace with the group of attendants.

She halted before a grand set of double doors, guarded by imposing sentinels clad in formidable armour. With a flick of her wrist, the guards swung the doors open. She gently nudged you forward, and only as you crossed the threshold did the doors seal shut behind you.

You blinked, adjusting to the dimness within, scanning the chamber until your gaze alighted upon a pair of crimson glimmers opposite you. “My Lord?” You inclined your head and took hesitant steps toward the source of those fiery eyes.

“Come closer,” his command echoed through the chamber, sending a shiver down your spine. The low resonance of His Highness Sukuna Ryomen’s voice was unexpectedly rich and velvety. You had envisioned a voice tinged with age, but instead, it possessed a rough texture that awoken something within you.

With hesitant steps, you approached until you stood at the edge of his bed, your fingertips grazing the diaphanous curtains that enveloped him in a cocoon of privacy.

“Closer,” he urged, coaxing you to unveil the enigma lying beyond the veil.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you obeyed, parting the curtains and gracefully crawled onto the mattress. The silkiness of the sheets were a blatant contrast to the roughness of your foster house’s. A pang of guilt tugged at your conscience as you realized the irony of finding solace in this luxurious confinement of being his concubine.

“Enough.” His abrupt order halted your thoughts, drawing your attention back to the present moment.

As commanded, you obediently settled into your posture, folding your legs beneath you in the dimness. Within his shadowed realm, only the luminous crimson irises pierced through the gloom, studying you with an intensity that made your belly churn. Despite the curiosity burning within you, you restrained the impulse to voice your questions. Instead, you settled in the tranquillity that crowded the space between you.

“What is your name?” His inquiry cut through the hushed air.

“Y/N, my Lord.”

As your name slipped from your lips, he captured it delicately, repeating it like a sacred prayer. Each syllable danced on his tongue, imprinting itself upon the very essence of his being. In that moment, you observed a subtle shift—the shadows that had cloaked the chamber seemed to dissipate.

A soft, golden luminescence filtered through the parted curtains, cascading across half of Sukuna’s face.

You blinked in astonishment.

He appeared . . . young?

The age difference between you and him was not a chasm of decades, but rather a modest gap of no less than five years.

Physically, at least.

His appearance was striking, with locks of hair dyed a subdued pink hue, contrasting with a streak of darker shade beneath. His hair was styled into rugged spikes, lending an air of defiance. Intricate black markings adorned his features, tracing a path from his cheekbones down to his chin, while similar patterns wove across his strong shoulder, cascading over his defined pectoral muscles and sculpted abdomen.

As your eyes fell upon him, your heart quickened its pace, each beat a vicious drumming against your ribs. Gone was the expectation of a lord showing the signs of wisdom, with wrinkles upon his brow and a body marked by the passage of time. Instead, before you stood a vision of breathtaking beauty, defying your preconceived notions and leaving you breathless in awe.

With a graceful gesture, he swept aside the curtains, allowing them to unveil his entirety.

The same markings mirrored the other side of his face and cascaded down the length of his body, a mesmerising display of symmetry. Dark bands encircled his wrists, and his nails bore the same deep hue.

Poised against the headboard, he reclined with an air of effortless elegance, one knee raised as his elbow found a comfortable perch, while the other leg extended out. Though he was unclothed, a veil of silk sheets cloaked the lower half of his form.

“Remarkable,” you unknowingly whispered. Your hand clapped over your mouth. “I apologise, my Lord.”

Sukuna’s lips curved into a sinister grin, his flawless teeth gleaming in the golden light. While many would flee at the sight, you remained rooted in place, unable to tear your gaze away. A delicate flush spread across your cheeks, betraying the undeniable attraction simmering between your legs. He was absolutely divine, and the path of being his concubine suddenly didn’t seem so terrible.

Yet, the reality of sharing Sukuna with ten other women loomed over your thoughts like a shadow. The thought of him spreading his affections among so many others kindled a small flame of jealousy within you, mingled with confusion. Why hadn’t he impregnated at least one of them with the promise of an heir?

“Have you not been schooled in the art of lowering your gaze in the presence of nobility, Y/N?”

Your lashes fluttered as you registered your lapse in decorum, hastily averting your gaze. “Forgive me, my Lord, if my oversight has caused offence.” Surely, he wouldn’t punish you for a momentary lapse of admiration.

Would he?

A gentle touch beneath your chin guided your face upward. His fingers spread across your cheek, the warmth nearly forcing you to curve into his touch. Despite the temptation, your eyes remained obediently downward.

“Look at me.”

Your gaze lingered on him, tracing the delicate patterns etched over his cheek, the fiery hue of his irises, the elegant contour of his nose, and the soft curvature of his lips. Never before had you felt such a rousing desire towards any man. Yet fate had chosen to ensnare your heart with the one most forbidden to you.

“You bear a sadness that weighs heavily in your eyes,” he noted softly, his hand descending to the curve of your neck, his thumb caressing the frantic rhythm of your pulse. A low, melodic sound produced from his throat. “Tell me, my love, does the face before you stir fear within your heart?”

“It does not, my Lord. The fear of your appearance holds no dominion over me,” you declared with quiet resolve. “You’re quite . . . beautiful.”

Sukuna’s gaze sparked with a mixture of surprise and intrigue at your response.

Suppressing a nervous gulp, you silently reprimanded yourself for speaking so boldly to one of noble rank. Back in the confines of your former life, such defiance would have earned you swift punishment, yet here, in the presence of royalty, it could lead to your demise.

As you prepared to avert your gaze, ready to accept whatever consequences may come, Sukuna’s voice cut through the tense air before you could retreat.

“Don’t.”

In that moment, you found yourself questioning your instincts.

Why did you not cower in fear? Why did your body not tremble in the presence of a man who had slaughtered the lives of his enemies without hesitation? And most perplexing of all, how could you maintain unwavering eye contact with a figure of such formidable power?

“Remove your robe.” His grip remained firm around your throat, his thumb delicately tracing your pulse. “And do not stray your gaze elsewhere.”

“Yes, my Lord.” Your fingers loosened the fabric’s bindings, allowing it to cascade down your frame. The robe slipped from your shoulders, revealing the soft curvature of your form beneath. As it pooled around your lap, your breasts stood exposed to his scrutiny.

A shiver danced across your skin as his eyes traced the contours of your body, a faint smirk teasing his lips.

He brushed back strands of your hair, his touch trailing down your vertebrate. His eyes narrowed into thin slits, brows knitted together in contemplation, fingers repeatedly tracing the ridges of your scars.

“Turn around.”

The dreaded discovery that sent ripples of revulsion through the concubines had finally come to pass. Your scars lay exposed before the gaze of a powerful lord. Not only would he slit your throat, but also those of the maids who had tended to your needs, and perhaps even Uruame, who had brokered your purchase from the bastards responsible for your imperfections.

“Never before have I been compelled to repeat myself for a concubine.” His voice carried a lethal edge as he increased his grip around your throat. “Turn the fuck around.”

Your compliance came in slow, measured movements as you turned away, presenting your back to him in a gesture of submission. His hands gathered the strands of your hair, lifting them aside to reveal the raw truth etched into your skin. His fingers traced the jagged remnants of whip lashes, the seared imprints of cigars, and the cruel reminders of knife wounds inflicted by a foster father turned tormentor.

Silent tears traced a path down your cheeks, as you sat in a state of numbness, your gaze fixed upon the closed door of Sukuna’s chamber.

A tender sensation, soft and moist, grazed your back, prompting a reflexive twitch in your left shoulder.

Turning slightly, you beheld Sukuna pressing his lips against the scar that marred your shoulder blades.

“My Lord—”

“I did not ask you to speak,” he murmured over your skin, sending a tremor through your frame. “Rise onto your knees.”

Obeying his command, you ascended onto your knees, feeling the weight of his hands settle upon your waist. His lips trailed a path of reverence, bestowing kisses upon each mark that scarred your skin, from your marrow to your nape.

Your breath caught in a delicate dance of exhales, a whispered symphony escaping your parted lips. The wet caress of his tongue sent ripples of sensation coursing through your being.

His arm circled your waist, drawing you into the sanctuary of his embrace. A fleeting kiss graced the nape of your neck, followed by the suction of his lips upon the tender side of your neck. His soft hands possessively held the curve of your breasts, cradling their weight.

Your head reclined against his strong shoulder.

With his gaze fixed upon you, his lips glistened with a hint of moisture, while his crimson eyes locked onto your own human-like ones. You dared not divert your gaze as he previously ordered. His fingers pinched and pulled at your nipples, sending lightning strikes through your frame.

Unlike the non-consensual encounter of the past, there was no hint of agony; only a tantalising blend of pleasure that left you breathless, without a protest or helpless whimper. Instead, a sigh of pure rapture escaped your lips, encompassing your body in an embrace.

Sukuna’s gaze narrowed, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as if he had stumbled upon a long-sought treasure.

His fingertips skated down your torso, gliding toward your centre. You captured your bottom lip between your teeth. Holding his gaze became a daunting challenge as he skillfully teased your sensitive nub, causing your breath to quicken and your chest to rise and fall with each exhilarating sensation.

Sukuna slid his middle finger into you. “You’re incredibly tight, Sad Eyes,” he murmured, the endearment he had bestowed upon you almost provoking a smile. His lips grazed your ear as he continued. “Perhaps I should stretch you out”—he pushed in his ring finger, forcing a sharp gasp to tear from your throat and an involuntary arch of your body against his chest—“so that your cunt is able to welcome my cock.”

You stifled the knot rising in your throat as Sukuna plunged his fingers into you. Such profound bliss seemed inconceivable with mere digits alone.

“My Lord.” Your breath caught as he increased his tempo. “My—” Each thrust intensified the knot in your stomach, threatening to unravel you entirely. You teetered on the brink, dangerously close to staining his fingers with your release. A sharp gasp choked out of you as he struck a wondrous chord deep within. “Please, my Lord. I beg of you—I will soil your hand if you persist—” But your plea dissolved into a cry of ecstasy before you could utter another word.

Sukuna’s laughter danced teasingly in the hollow of your ear, leaving you utterly spellbound.

You were overheated, overstimulated, overridden by the explosive undoing of his fingers. Breathless and consumed by lust, your world spun as he seized your jaw and crushed his lips to yours.

In that electrifying moment, his tongue invaded your mouth, initially startling you, yet you surrendered to the rhythm.

Sukuna leaned back slightly after planting a tender peck on your lips. Exhaling softly, he threaded his fingers through your hair, his touch sending shivers down your spine. As his lips met yours once more, gentler this time, your hand ventured to trace the contours of his adorned chest.

“You are quite the vixen.” A playful glint danced in his eyes. “How valiant of you to seduce a lord into bestowing kisses upon his concubine.” A broad smile graced his lips, leaving you uncertain whether his words were playful jest or genuine admiration.

“Do you not bestow your kisses upon all your concubines, my Lord?”

“I do not pleasure their cunts, either.”

His speech carried the brashness of a tempest, a departure from the expected decorum one associated with royalty. Sukuna Ryomen defied conventions. It was a trait uncommon among lords, yet one that intrigued you deeply. His demeanour, both in battle and in the intimate confines of the bedchamber, lacked the softening. But you found yourself drawn to his unfiltered honesty, appreciating the absence of cryptic speech.

As you sat before him, considering your next words carefully, a surge of courage emboldened you to reveal your truth.

“My Lord,” you began, your voice quivering with uncertainty, “I . . . I am not pure.”

“Given the sounds you were drawing out,” he quipped with a chuckle, “I wouldn’t have surmised otherwise.” He assisted you in rising from where you rested against his chest, positioning you before him. Observing your solemn expression, he arched an eyebrow in curiosity. “Was your satisfaction not fulfilled?”

“Indeed, my Lord, it surpassed any expectation,” you confessed, worrying your lip as he sighed impatiently. “But I must disclose . . . I am not chaste.”

Sukuna’s response was subdued, save for the faint twitch in his jaw. He averted his gaze from yours momentarily, reaching for the decanter on his bedside table and pouring himself a measure of spirits.

“Speak,” he instructed, his tone clipped.

“It occurred before I reached maturity,” you murmured softly, your arms wrapped protectively around yourself. “My foster father—” Your words faltered as Sukuna raised a hand, a silent acknowledgment of his comprehension of your unspoken anguish.

“I need not hear more.” He swiftly consumed the crimson liquid in a single gulp. “You are dismissed for the night.”

“But my Lord’s desires remain unmet—”

“Leave,” he commanded, his tone final and unwavering.

With a gulp, you hastily gathered your robe around your form, delicately extricating yourself from his expansive bed.

Just as you thought to retreat, a firm hand seized your wrist, drawing you back into Sukuna’s embrace. His lips melded with yours in an intoxicating kiss, causing both your gazes to flutter open when he pulled away. A faint smirk played upon his lips as he adjusted the robe over your shoulder.

“Next time,” he murmured, plucking a flower from the adornments in your hair and placing it upon his bedside, “you shall grace my chambers without such distracting embellishments upon yourself.”

“As you wish, my Lord,” you replied with a respectful bow of your head, awaiting his dismissal until he gestured for you to depart with a casual wave of his hand.

In the shared chambers, your fellow concubines swirled around your bed, eager to hear of your inaugural encounter with Lord Sukuna.

Each girl shared their own vivid tales, painting scenes of ecstasy under the cloak of darkness, where the king’s touch invoked sensations akin to celestial bodies colliding, or where unfamiliar pleasures erased the boundaries of their throat—whatever that latter entailed.

Though a twinge of jealousy flickered within you, it was swiftly overshadowed by a swell of pride. The concubines pleasured Sukuna in darkness, the same darkness you had willingly entered, before his touch had set ablaze a world of gold for you.

They were merely beautiful means of physical gratification for their lord, devoid of the intimacy you shared—his fingers delving deep into your core. And never had any of them spoken of kisses exchanged. Sukuna had spoken true when you questioned if others received similar treatment.

But why you?

Why, after a mere span of ten hours within the palace walls, did you find yourself, dare you entertain the notion, as his favoured? What magic did you possess that drew him to you, and how had you managed to seduce his lips, his fingers, to meet yours in such an intimate embrace?

“Did he spend himself inside you?” one of the girls whispered, prodding your knee to rouse you from your silence.

“No.”

“Aye, he never does,” remarked a golden-haired girl with a resigned sigh. “He sees to it that we consume some berries afterward, claiming they prevent conception. Strange, isn’t it? Especially if he’s so eager for an heir.”

Another girl hushed her, leaning in with a conspiratorial tone. “Did he take you from behind? That’s his favoured position, you know. He’s had us all that way.”

You stumbled over your words, unsure how to respond.

“And did you savour his taste?” came the next question. “It’s quite rich in sodium—”

“Girls!” A booming voice echoed from the doorway of the bedroom, startling you and the other concubines into immediate attention. You caught sight of the elderly attendant who oversaw your care, hands planted firmly on her hips as she observed the chaotic scene before her.

With a disapproving huff, she pivoted sharply on her heel and departed, leaving a lingering sense of reprimand in her wake.

As the frenzied chatter about Sukuna’s body attributes gradually dissolved into the quietude of sleep, morning arrived with its routine of communal showerings.

Throughout the shared bath, you silently scrubbed away the remnants of the night, indulging your fellow concubines about your previous life in town.

Upon drying off and exiting the bathing chamber, you were met with an unexpected sight: a gathering of the girls clustered around your bed.

Navigating through the throng, you reached your space to discover a resplendent scarlet silk robe embroidered with intricate black floral patterns.

Gingerly lifting the note placed atop the fabric, you read Sukuna’s precise handwriting. Curious glances from the other concubines peered over your shoulders in anticipation.

No distracting embellishments, Sad Eyes.

“What does that mean?” a curious whisper floated through the air, followed by murmurs of intrigue from the other girls. “Why does he call you ‘sad eyes’?”

You clutched the letter to your chest, suppressing a grin as you ignored the questions, the mockery, and the jostling of bodies around you. Your attention was fixated on the magnificent robe gifted to you by His Lordship.

For the remainder of the evening, you slept without any interruptions, seeking to compensate for the countless nights spent battling insomnia within the confines of your foster home.

You observed with a keen eye that none of the other girls were ushered to Sukuna’s chambers; their time seemed to veer toward strolls in the back garden or spent in the dormitory, indulging in wine-fueled scandals about the palace staff, as was their custom.

As the clock struck eight in the evening, a troupe of maids entered the chamber bearing dinner trays. A wave of anticipation swept through the room as the other girls eagerly accepted their meals and accompanying pitchers of water. Your own stomach rumbled in hunger, awaiting your own turn.

But that moment never arrived.

Instead, the maid bypassed your bed entirely, moving on to the next. A surge of apprehension rippled through you as a handmaiden approached, guiding you away from the mattress and toward the vanity.

“What about my dinner?” you asked as the attendants groomed your hair.

“His Lordship has extended an invitation for you to dine with him tonight,” came the reply.

The room fell into a sudden hush.

Dine with him?

The notion sent a flurry of thoughts racing through your mind.

Before you could process further, you found yourself pulled upright, your garments removed to be replaced by the scarlet robe.

Envy flickered in the eyes of the other concubines as they observed, their resentment palpable as they stabbed at their food with exaggerated aggression. It wasn’t your doing that Sukuna had taken an unexpected interest in you.

With no adornments save for a dab of crushed cherry paste upon your lips, you were escorted to Sukuna’s chambers.

Once more, the imposing doors swung open, and you found yourself gently ushered into the chamber. As they sealed shut behind you, the room was flooded with light. Sukuna’s figure stared out at the moonlit gardens outside, clad in a billowing white silk robe.

“My Lord,” you greeted respectfully, inclining your head in deference.

“Draw near.”

Complying with his directive, you approached and stood at his side. His presence loomed over you, his stature commanding and formidable, capable of engulfing you entirely with a single embrace. Not that such thoughts dared to linger in your mind.

“Why is your face flushed?” he asked, his gaze penetrating.

You blinked, attempting to dismiss the telltale warmth creeping up your cheeks. “It’s nothing, my Lo—”

Before you could finish, Sukuna turned your chin towards him, his palm coming to rest against your forehead. A nervous swallow traced its way down your throat at his touch, his eyes trailing down your form, a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as they settled upon you in your robe.

“Thank you for your gracious gift,” you murmured, feeling the warmth rise to your cheeks.

His fingers trailed through your hair, a mischievous glimmer dancing in his eyes. “I anticipate nothing less than thoroughly enjoying the privilege of removing it off of you.”

You blushed deeper at his statement.

“Come now. I’ve brought a surprise for you.” He took your hand in his with a tug, guiding you towards a doorway. With a simple flick of his fingers, the door parted, revealing a dimly lit hallway beyond.

Your gaze widened in astonishment. “How did you do that, my Lord?”

“Do what?”

“You opened the door without laying a hand on it.”

Sukuna’s striking blood-coloured eyes cut to you. “There is much about me that will be unveiled in due course, my love. What you perceive is but a guise for my true nature.” His smile, oddly childlike, sent a chill down your spine.

Was he some sort of sorcerer? You’d only heard whispers of human anomalies lurking beneath the earth’s surface or sealed within vessels, but historical accounts weren't exactly your cup of tea.

“I ventured into town today,” he said.

“Oh.” You swallowed hard, recovering from his previous statement. “I hope it was a fruitful trip.”

“Indeed, quite fruitful.”

In the soft glow of the distant hallway, Sukuna’s face came into view, casting a spell of trepidation upon your heart. His features were drawn into a mask of stoicism, his eyes devoid of warmth, and his lips pressed into a firm line, jaw rigid with tension.

Parting the curtains, Sukuna drew you near, his arm sweeping out to reveal a horrifying sight: your foster father, bound to a chair with chains, bearing the cruel marks of torture.

His face marred by countless wounds, an eye cruelly absent, and teeth scattered at his feet. His dignity stripped away, his vulnerability laid bare in his nakedness, and his manhood amputated.

The sickening lurch in your stomach threatened to betray your composure. “F-Forgive my intrusion, my Lord, but is he . . . is he dead?”

Sukuna’s response was a gilded dagger from within his robe, its handle decorated with a jewel reminiscent of your own captivating eyes. Nestled within the hilt was the very flower he had plucked from your hair. Upon the blade, your name was inscribed.

“Do as you wish, my beloved,” he whispered, his voice stained with dark fascination, offering you the instrument of your foster father’s fate with a chilling sense of detachment.

You couldn’t possibly bring yourself to commit such a heinous act.

Despite the unspeakable cruelties inflicted upon you by the bastard, the idea of taking another’s life filled you with a trembling dread.

Yet, the itch to end the torment, to rid the world of such a vile presence, simmered just beneath the surface as you stood before him, his life slipping away.

A hand trailed down the back of your head, guiding your trembling fingers to grasp the dagger tightly.

Looking up, you met Sukuna’s gaze, his expression hollow, his features obscured by shadows. This was the face of the Devil that cursed his enemies on their knees and had them willingly submit to death.

With a push from behind, you stumbled forward, drawing closer to your step-father’s prone form.

Glancing back at Sukuna, you were met with an incongruously bright smile. Quite a twisted paradox, His Lordship.

Your step-father sat unconscious, the stench of his bodily fluids assaulting your senses. His wounds oozed with a sickening mixture of blood and pus, his laboured breaths the only indication of life remaining within him. The scene was painfully familiar, a mirror image of the torment you had endured countless times before.

But now, someone had intervened, offering you a chance at liberation, a chance to end the cycle of abuse once and for all.

You glanced back again.

Until Sukuna.

Your gaze reluctantly returned to the true embodiment of cruelty before you. With a steady hand, you raised your arm, wielding the dagger with purpose.

It found its mark in your foster-father’s chest, a chilling silence punctuated only by the sound of steel meeting flesh. Ignoring the strangled cry that erupted from him, you withdrew the blade, then drove it back into his heart.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

His lifeblood painted your face and stained your pristine garments, mingling with the fabric in a macabre dance of crimson. To the untrained eye, it could easily be mistaken for a mere splash of vibrant colour upon your robe.

No one would dare suspect the truth.

No one would dare come near if they knew of your sin.

No one, except Sukuna.

Once the monster over your bed was consigned to the depths of hell, his guts spilling onto the floor around your bare feet, you allowed yourself a moment of grim satisfaction.

With a contemptuous snarl, you spat upon him, a visceral response to the years of degradation he had inflicted upon you for every misstep.

A comforting warmth touched your back.

Startled by the sudden contact, you tensed before easing at the sight of Sukuna’s faint smile.

As he reached to caress your cheek, you instinctively recoiled, lowering your gaze in deference.

“Forgive me, my Lord,” you murmured, “but I cannot permit you to spoil your hands with the blood of this man.”

Sukuna’s shoes entered your line of sight as he tilted your chin upward, his moon-white sleeve wiping away the traces of blood from your mouth and its vicinity. “You appear rather exquisite painted in blood, Sad Eyes. Perhaps I ought to designate you as my prized assassin instead of a mere concubine.”

“I beg your pardon, my Lord, but I cannot partake in killing . . . again.”

“You need not worry,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear as he drew near. “I will defend you from any who cast their gaze upon you, let alone lay a hand upon your delicate form. Those who dare cross that line will face my wrath, their very existence extinguished before your eyes. Not a single tear shall stain your cheeks.” His lips brushed against yours. “From this moment forward, fear shall not reside within you. By my side, you shall command fear itself, my love.”

That night, Sukuna bathed you in the sanctuary of his chambers, washing away the traces of blood from your skin as you gazed at him with a sense of wonder. It wasn’t the superficial admiration the other concubines whispered about—it was a profound affection blossoming within you, nurtured by power and protection.

He draped you in the luxurious folds of one of his silk robes, summoning servants to prepare dinner. Seated upon his lap, he fed you spoonfuls of rice and chicken, even as your stomach protested its fullness. Soft kisses peppered your neck like a sweet dessert, culminating in one upon your lips before he reluctantly released you to retire to your dormitory.

In the ensuing weeks, Sukuna would consistently send a crafted robe ahead of each meeting—in the serene seclusion of his chambers, where the flickering candlelight cast shadows upon the walls as you dined together.

Over the course of these intimate dinners, he eagerly absorbed your musings, whether they revolved around the narratives of books discovered within the palace library or your adeptness with herbs and plants, nurtured by your profound knowledge.

On occasion, as the first light of dawn painted the sky with hues of pink and gold, Sukuna would summon you for a stroll in the haven of the back garden. Woven between the fragrant blooms, you’d dance about with childlike enthusiasm, identifying various flowers and tracing their lineage.

Ever the attentive listener, Sukuna trailed behind you, his gaze fixed upon your animated figure. He would only speak when you fell silent, demanding you to continue sharing the familial ties between apples, plums, and the roses they stemmed from.

Within the crevice of your soul, the once withered garden of affection had flourished into a lush wilderness, blossoming with untamed wildflowers and clouds that spelled out his name.

Sukuna inhabited your every waking thought, his intoxicating mouth that worshipped your body left you giggling in delight behind your hands.

Yet, each encounter with a fellow concubine, flushed and eager with tales of their rendezvous with him, felt like thorns piercing your tender heart. Jealousy, like ivy creeping upon stone, entwined itself around your every plagued thought. Your gaze often strayed to the bedside drawer where the dagger lay dormant. The mere mention of his physique by the other women tormented your soul relentlessly.

Why hadn’t Sukuna taken you as he had with every other concubine? You had grown accustomed to his presence, even eager to reciprocate the pleasure he gifted you every evening. You had offered yourself willingly, aching for the intimacy that would bind you even closer to him. But he had not claimed you in the same manner, not entered you fully, not seeded his legacy within you.

Did he question your worthiness? Did he see you merely as a transient pleasure? Were you destined to remain just a concubine, forever denied the honour of carrying his child?

“Why do you remain silent?” Sukuna asked, turning the pages of the book you had suggested to him; he was already half-way through.

You were seated snugly between his legs upon the bed, your back rested against his chest, fingers idly toying with the strands of your hair. “I find myself devoid of words this evening.”

“Hmm.” Sukuna took a leisurely sip of his drink before placing it aside. “Surely you can conjure something. You know well enough that I cannot endure your silence.”

With an exasperated sigh, you rolled your eyes. “Well, I apologise for failing to provide you with amusement, my Lord.”

Sukuna snapped the book shut.

You instinctively pressed your lips together, silently chiding yourself for the unintended sharpness in your voice.

With a heavy sigh, you resigned yourself to maintaining your composure, forcing yourself to take slow, steady breaths. Deep down, you believed that he wouldn’t inflict harm upon you or cast you out of his chambers. But the nagging thought chewed at you.

This was Sukuna Ryomen, and you . . . well, you were merely a shadow in comparison.

“If you crave my touch,” he breathed softly into your ear, “all you need to do is utter the request.”

With a determined resolve, you turned to face him, settling yourself upon his lap. Sukuna regarded you with a quirked eyebrow, a quiet acknowledgment of your unconventional audacity.

“I do crave your touch, my Lord,” you confessed, your voice a hushed plea, “but not only with your hands or lips. I long to feel you in a different manner.” Your gaze drifted down to his pelvis, the unspoken appetite evident in your eyes. “I crave that.”

Sukuna exhaled heavily, his gaze piercing as he addressed you. “So, you’ve been withholding your words simply because I haven’t fed you my cock?"

Heat rose to your cheeks at his blunt proclamation, though you had grown accustomed to his coarse mannerisms over time.

“Yes, my . . . Lord.” Your voice carried a mixture of embarrassment. “I’ve endured three long months of anticipation, patiently waiting to share in the pleasures enjoyed by your other consorts. Yet, with the arrival of autumn, I find myself still untouched by the experiences they so openly boast about.”

His lips curled into a smirk. “Are you asking me to bed you merely for the purpose of becoming a notch in your bragging rights?”

“Never, my Lord!” you protested vehemently, a hint of hurt flickering in your eyes. “I would never demean you with such vulgar talk in public. I’ve spun tales to the others, concealing the truth of our encounters. They remain oblivious to the pleasures you’ve granted me.” Your fingers traced the intricate markings on his chiselled abdominal muscles. “If my spoiled state displeases you, if I am deemed unworthy of your touch, pray, inform me now. Regardless, my sole wish is to fulfil His Lordship’s needs.”

Sukuna disentangled your hands from his chest, a gesture that caused a fissure to form within your heart, forcing your body to instinctively withdraw from his touch.

Just as you began to pull away, he swiftly encircled his arm around your waist, tugging you back onto his lap with a firm grip. Before you could utter a single word, his lips descended upon yours, silencing any protest with a passionate kiss.

With a purposeful touch, he skillfully divested you of your robe, revealing the curves of your form beneath. His hands, warm and adept, began to massage your supple breasts, kindling soft gasps from your lips. His own trailed a wet path downward, leaving a bridge of feverish kisses along the expanse of your throat, lingering over the rapid pulse beneath your skin.

As his lips found purchase on the tender flesh of your neck, his actions became more urgent, his touch more demanding. A pinch at your pebbled nipples sent a shiver of sensation coursing through you, followed by the heat of an open-mouthed kiss.

Your gaze drifted downwards, enchanted by the sight of his tongue encircling the sensitive spots, suckling on the swollen buds like a babe. Already, heat was building within the depths of your being, igniting a flame that spread between your legs.

Sukuna laid you back, relishing the delicate flavour of your lips as his fingers skillfully sought out your throbbing clit, stimulating it with unhurried circles.

With practised ease, he slipped two fingers inside you, quickening his rhythm without preamble. Your hand instinctively traced down to his chest, undoing the fastenings of his robe.

“Take it,” he whispered against your mouth, his breath mingling with yours. “Satisfy your lord, my love.”

Your fingers curled around his pulsating cock, the very object of desire that the other girls had passionately recounted. The knowledge of their previous intimacies with him only stoked the flames of envy within you, spurring you to intensify your ministrations.

With a surge of determination, you quickened the pace of your caresses, applying pressure with your thumb upon his sensitive tip while fondling his sacs.

Sukuna’s grin widened against your lips as he reciprocated with equal zeal, slipping a third finger into your slick heat until he was fully engulfed by your swollen core.

Together, you sailed upon the waves of raw carnal desire, locked in a lecherous race to reach your climax, each vying to be the first to cross the finish line—

Sukuna’s low, guttural moans resonated throughout the chamber.

You had achieved victory.

His essence spilled forth into your waiting hands, his cock convulsing with the intensity of his release. Moments later, you succumbed to your own climax, a soft cry escaping your lips.

With care, Sukuna withdrew his hand from your centre, and you instinctively examined your palm, noting the striking resemblance of his essence to your own.

You tentatively brought your fingers to your lips, savouring the taste of him.

“I did not instruct you to do that,” he growled, his gaze blazing as you tasted him. “But I suppose I’ll permit it.”

“It is salty,” you murmured, almost absentmindedly.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, are you women incapable of discussing anything besides my cock?” he exclaimed, frustration evident in his tone.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the tension dissipating as he cleaned his fingers with his tongue before tenderly cradling the back of your head, drawing you to sit upon his lap. Your laughter softened into chuckles, a smile playing upon your lips.

“Did I please you, my Lo—”

“Sukuna,” he interrupted firmly. “Only you may address me by my given name.”

“My L—”

“I command it.” His tone left no room for argument.

You affirmed your agreement with a nod.

He was Sukuna.

Your Sukuna.

“Very well, Sukuna.” You felt a subtle shift in the air between you. His chuckle rumbled softly. “Shall I turn around for you?”

“And why do you deem such an unnecessary act necessary?”

“Because—” You suppressed the urge to divulge the whispers of the other concubines regarding his favoured position. “Never mind. How would you prefer me to present myself to you?”

“As you are,” Sukuna answered, his grip tightening around himself. “How you managed to have me spend by your hand in under five minutes is a marvel beyond my comprehension.”

Internally, you gave yourself a congratulatory pat on the back.

“Now, my love,” he said, inclining his chin towards his erection, “will you do my cock the honour of sitting on it?”

Licking the grin of your lips, you nodded, rising to your knees. With nimble fingers, you positioned his hardened length at your entrance, gradually lowering yourself onto him.

A sharp intake of breath escaped Sukuna’s lips, his hands instinctively grasping your hips. You bit down on the inside of your cheek, enduring the initial sting of penetration. Perhaps every touch of his fingers had been a meticulous groundwork for this pinnacle moment.

As you settled into your seat upon him, you granted yourself a minute to acclimate to the sheer magnitude of him stretching and filling your tight, supple walls.

Sukuna tilted his head back, impatience evident in his eyes. “Will you begin moving at a pace befitting this century, Sad Eyes?”

“Just a moment,” you retorted, your tone tinged with irritation.

“Unfortunately, the sight of your leaking cunt is testing my patience,” he remarked, his gaze lingering provocatively on your flushed form.

Collecting yourself, you affirmed your resolve with a nod before subtly adjusting your position, and swaying your hips forward. His strong hands guided you, aiding your movements as you sought a rhythm. “Gods, you’re—you’re quite large. It’s rather discomforting.”

“Ah, where has the enthusiasm to please your lord vanished, my love?” His laughter echoes through the chamber as he leaned back, amused by your scowl. “I must confess, your defiance is perhaps your most alluring trait. It has crossed my mind more than once during moments of handling myself in the bath.”

Your brow furrowed in dismay.

It was evident that the other concubines possessed far greater expertise in pleasuring him than you ever could. All you could manage was to feign enthusiasm, your movements faltering and disjointed, as you struggled to produce even a fraction of the satisfaction they effortlessly blessed him with. His laughter, which wasn’t helping your cause, bore an uncanny resemblance to the mocking tones of the girls who had taunted you in the past.

You no longer wished to endure this charade.

You halted in your tracks, unable to muster the courage to meet his gaze, your eyes fixated instead on his throat. “It appears . . . that I may not be adequately versed in fulfilling your needs. I shall endeavour to educate myself further before making another attempt. For now, I request permission to retire for the evening, my Lord.”

Sukuna’s grip tightened as he seized your jaw, compelling you to meet his gaze. “You dare to defy my command to address me by my given name?” His smile remained wicked as he drew your face closer to his own. “Remember, my love, there is a boundary to which I tolerate your rebellion. Do not allow my affections to cloud your judgement. I remain your Lord, above all else. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you managed to gasp out.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Sukuna,” you replied, your voice trembling with uncertainty.

With a swift motion, he released your sore jaw, and before you could even consider easing the ache, his lips crashed against yours.

In that moment, control slipped from your grasp entirely. His hands gripped the flesh of your buttocks possessively, guiding your movements as he claimed you with a primal savageness that left you shaking in his embrace.

“Does it pain you, my beloved?” Sukuna growled, his fingers curling around your nape possessively. “Do you feel the strain of my cock as I breach your tender walls?”

You whimpered softly, your head nodding against the curve of his neck.

“Fear not, my darling. I will diligently train this cunt of yours to accommodate every inch of me, dusk, dawn, and twilight. Your throat, too, shall be honed to fulfil my every whim, wherever and whenever I demand.” With a swift motion, he tugged your hair, forcing you to meet his glare. “And should you dare to entertain thoughts of defiance with any other man beyond the confines of my chamber, rest assured, there will be consequences.”

“Sukuna,” was all you gasped, eyes rolling back as his tip probed the depths of your womb. His tongue traced the delicate curve of your throat before shoving into your mouth, drawing out your own to suckle on. In the heat of the moment, your hands roamed aimlessly, torn between grasping at his waist, clutching his shoulders, or caressing his cheeks.

“Oh, how I love the sight of your breasts greeting me in my face.” Sukuna tightened his hold on each of them with a deadly grasp, savouring the melodious cry that escaped your lips. He lowered his head and teethed each nipple, drawing it out and relishing in the masochism of your sharp nails clawing down his back. “Deeper, my darling. You alone hold the privilege of marking my flesh. Let my scars mirror yours.”

With caution, you shifted your hands to rest upon his firm pectoral muscles before you could accidentally claw out his spinal cord.

Sukuna’s touch drifted from your bruised breasts to cradle your face, guiding your gaze to meet his crimson one.

Encouraged by his comforting presence, you arched your hips forward with newfound confidence. His fingers swept through your hair, pushing it away as he offered reassuring nods.

Now, the reins rested firmly within your grasp.

“Fuck . . .” Leaning back against the headboard, he released soft sighs. Warm breaths escaped his parted lips as you continued increasing your ministrations. Your gaze momentarily flickered to your favourite book resting on his bedside table before returning to his face.

Suddenly seized by an impulse, you leaned forward to plant a tender kiss upon his lips, trailing upward to gently brush against his cheekbones, tracing the intricate markings lining his skin.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Someone must play the role of the tender one between us, Sukuna,” you answered, mirroring the attention he had given your scars during your initial encounter. With each kiss, you felt his eyes tracing your movements, following the path of your lips as they journeyed across his face, landing upon his nose or the pulse of his neck.

“My beloved,” Sukuna’s voice caressed your ears, drawing your focus entirely to him, “listen closely to my words.”

You halted your movements, a curious expression dancing in your eyes. “What troubles you?”

With a deliberate motion, he guided your hips forward, his gaze unwavering. “Throughout the night, I will fill your womb ceaselessly, and in mere weeks, you shall carry my legacy within you.” Your heart leaped into your throat, fluttering with an overwhelming rush of emotion. “Peril will shadow your every step. Those who oppose us will stop at nothing to eliminate your life and the life of our child. Do you comprehend the gravity of our situation?”

You blinked back the tears, resigning yourself to the inevitable.

“But I vow upon my honour, such an atrocity shall never come to pass. I will sever entire bloodlines if even a single strand of your precious hair were harmed.” His movements quickened as he thrusted into you.

Your grip tightened on his shoulders again, gasping for breath between erratic pants.

“At dawn’s light, all concubines shall be reassigned to palace duties. You need only point out those who have dared to trouble you, though their transgressions are already known to me.” His motions became more intense as he pressed you onto your back, pinning your arms above your head. “And when the sun graces the horizon, you, my beloved, shall be proclaimed as my queen.”

Your voice wailed through the chamber as you cried out his name, drowning in the waves of scorching pleasure never before experienced.

Instead of seeing celestial bodies colliding, your gaze met the deep crimson of his irises, those same eyes that had captivated you on that very first night.

“Sukuna . . . ”

With a smile mirroring his own, you tilted your head upward, silently beckoning him to seal the moment with a kiss. As he obliged, his cock pulsed within you, filling you with his warmth until every fibre of your being was tethered with his.

But he didn’t withdraw. Just as he had promised, he intended to keep you close throughout the night, to claim you as his own.

And in that moment, as you laid with him, you welcomed the dawn of a new chapter standing beside him, prepared to reign as Sukuna Ryomen’s queen.