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The smell of blood is the first thing you recognize when you round the corner into your usual alleyway shortcut.
The dead body next to you at your feet is the second thing.
A shriek rips itself from your mouth as you scrabble backward, your back quickly hitting a wall. The body is a man’s, with his mouth open in a permanent silent scream. His chest is torn open, still oozing viscous blood. A stump remains where his arm should be.
You can feel bile rising in your throat. You have no idea how you got here, in this alley that reeks of death. It won’t matter, either, so long as you can get out of here.
Your body feels like lead, but you somehow rise to your feet, legs shaking so much you almost can’t stand.
One step forward, then two, then three. You’re barely walking, hands pressed against the wall for support as you focus on the sliver of road you can see from the alley.
You need to get out of here. You need to escape.
Because if whatever killed that man came back–
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” A man’s voice arises from behind you.
Instantly, your body is frozen, paralyzed with fear.
The speaker continues with barely-concealed amusement. “After all, did you think you could escape? I’m still here, you know.”
A strange ripping sound, and then what seems like chewing. It only takes a moment to put two and two together, but the mere thought makes your stomach drop.
He isn’t… is he?
You force yourself to turn around, to prove to yourself it’s just your overactive imagination.
Big mistake.
There, perched on a dumpster, is a man, shirtless, covered in thick black lines of tattoos, and bloodstained from head to toe, holding the severed arm of the dead body. The rich red of blood and guts paints his lips, and you watch, mesmerized, as he lifts the arm to his mouth and sinks his teeth into the forearm. With a muffled squelch, he tears out a chunk of raw, meaty flesh. As he chews, his eyes flutter closed, evidently savoring the taste.
Your stomach heaves. He’s…he’s actually eating someone!
With your whole body a shaking, quivering mess, you try and take a step back to run, but your legs give out from underneath you. A burning sensation spreads across your hands as you hit the ground with an squeak of surprise. You don’t even need to look at your hands to know they’re raw and bleeding.
The man (well, more like creature. You can’t bring yourself to believe he’s human) at the end of the alley sighs, running a hand through his pink hair, staining it crimson.
“There’s no sense in running, you know,” He tells you with an air of bemusement. “I’ll just catch you.”
Red-hot energy courses through you as your body finally hits its adrenaline rush, and you stagger to your feet. There is no way in hell you’re going to let this monster get to you, no way you’re going to let him tear into you like that.
“Well, if you insist. I’m in a good mood tonight, and I don’t mind a little fight in my toys.” He sneers, baring his teeth. “I’ll be generous. You have one minute, little human. Try and last long enough to amuse me.”
You turn around and tear out of the alleyway, stumbling as his deep laughter follows you out into the dimly lit street. You barely process your surroundings before you’ve chosen a direction and sprint aimlessly. If you could put some distance between yourself and that thing …
Sharp air tears through your lungs as you keep up a mad dash for freedom. The seconds keep ticking by, and visions of the man and the corpse keep flashing through your head.
You have to get away. You have to escape.
If you can just find someone, anyone to help you!
“Time’s up.” A voice purrs in your ear, and you feel yourself trip forward, your body slamming into the ground as a weight presses on top of you, a hand wrapped around your neck.
The hand squeezes, and you try to gasp, but your air supply has been cut off. “Too bad, little human, I thought you’d get farther. But you lost, and now you’re mine.”
You flail beneath him, desperately trying to break away. But he’s too strong, and you can feel yourself growing weaker as blackness grows at the edge of your vision. Slowly but surely, you slip away into unconsciousness, the laughs of the monster above you ringing in your ears.
When you regain consciousness, you’re lying on the ground, face up. As you struggle to sit up, you notice you’re in a thin layer of liquid which is soaking into your clothes. Liquid… red liquid.
You manage a hoarse yell as you shoot up and back away. Immediately, you trip on something behind you, and fall back onto solid, dry ground. You’d tripped backward onto a platform that rises above the blood, reaching out far in front of you before giving way to a set of stairs. Sitting atop the stairs is a massive throne, decorated with skulls that sit atop it and pile around its feet.
“Finally awake, then.” A voice chuckles behind you; the same one from the alleyway.
You turn around to face him, but instead of the two-armed humanoid you’d seen before, you’re facing…a monster in a kimono. He towers over you, taller than any normal human would be, and stares down at you with two sets of eyes. As he watches you gawk at him, two sets of arms pull you toward him.
“Come now, it’s rude to stare.” He lectures you as a parent would a child, dragging you back with him. You stumble across the platform, helpless against his strength as he approaches the throne.
“What- Who are you?” You manage to blurt out.
He laughs, a deep, dangerous sound that echoes through the domain. “Are you truly so stupid? You may call me Sukuna, little human, and I’m the King of Curses.”
Sitting down, he manhandles you into his lap. Your instincts finally kick in again, and you struggle against him, but he’s too strong. With one smooth motion, he tears clean through the shirt and bra you’re wearing, then your pants and underwear. You yelp as the chilly air hits you. The shredded clothing is tossed aside, and he spreads you out, just barely straddling his large form.
“Please let me go! Don’t kill me!”
He looks down at you, bemused.
“Who said anything about killing? I’m full for now, and besides, I didn’t take you here just to eat you. No, I think I’d rather keep you. Your cute little body will make for such good entertainment.”
And with that, before you could protest, he begins to explore.
Sukuna’s hands are everywhere, gripping your hips with inhuman strength, just barely brushing against your most sensitive parts. You stutter a moan as you feel a hand pass over your breast, then yelp in surprise as a tongue just barely poking out to tease you.
A tongue? You widen your eyes as he pulls his hand away, showing you the cause of the peculiar feeling. To your horror, a small mouth is twisted into a sadistic grin on his hand. It sticks its tongue out at you teasingly.
“S-Stop, please,” You feebly attempt to push him away, but a hand covers your mouth and your pleas are muffled by another tongue. It slips into your still-open mouth and explores as a set of hands grips your ass, rubbing you against the bulge forming at his groin.
“You should be quiet, little princess.” He rumbles, “You’re so much better when you know your place.”
Tears prick at the corner of your eyes as you look up at him, trying to wish away the dizzying feeling being utterly overwhelmed by him. You couldn’t be enjoying this. Even if you wanted to (which you didn’t, thank you very much), you’d watched him eat a man! Eat a man alive! You’re supposed to be repulsed by him, supposed to be fighting for your life–
“Pathetic little thing, aren’t you?” He jeers, “Getting off on my cocks after watching me eat my meal. You’re sick.”
It’s as if he can read your thoughts. Your face flushes as you struggle once more to escape his ironclad grasp. Sukuna’s face twists into a feral sneer as he watches you struggle.
“I suppose that’s why I’ve kept you alive for so long though, you depraved little slut. I could smell you even as I was enjoying that man’s flesh. Smell your arousal. You’ve wanted me to defile you since you first saw me in that alley.”
Eyes screwed shut as if to protect yourself from his words, you shake your head vigorously. “You’re wrong!” You make a feeble attempt to shout, but the tongue currently exploring your mouth makes it difficult.
“What did I say about talking?” He grinds against your core. Your eyes shoot open to meet his sneer.
“So impudent. I even asked nicely; why must you disobey me?” His top two hands jerk you off his lap effortlessly, forcing you down onto your knees. The hands twist themselves into your hair before you can scramble away, and all of a sudden, you’re face to face with his groin.
“It looks like you’ll be harder to train than I thought. No matter, you’ll learn, if you want to make it to the next sunrise.” Still gripping your head with the top pair, the bottom pair of hands undo his kimono, letting it fall loosely to the side. What you’re met with makes your heart drop.
You thought when he’d said it earlier, he’d slipped up, but no–you’re now face to face with not just one, but two of the biggest cocks you’ve ever seen. They stand erect, one on top of the other, dripping with precum.
“Suck.” He commands. Your terrified gaze drifts up to his face, unable to process what he’s saying.
Without another warning, the hands in your hair shove your head down onto the bottom one. You gag as his warm cock is shoved down your throat. His pace is merciless, barely allowing you air as he gets fucks himself using your mouth.
“This is what happens when you don’t listen to me, little human. Let’s try again, shall we?”
Finally, he lifts you off his cock, and lets you gasp for air before directing you again, “Suck my cock like the whore you are.”
Without skipping a beat this time, you lean in and lick the tip gently, taking it into your mouth. Sukuna doesn’t appear to react, other than tensing slightly at the sensation. You take this as a good sign–anything is better than being choked out. Slowly, you take more of it into your mouth and suck, setting a slower, easier pace for yourself.
“Now the top. Use your hands.”
You flinch at his words, but move to grasp his top cock. You start to jerk him off clumsily. He breathes deeply as you work him diligently.
“You’re new at this.” It’s not a question, but a statement. Unsure if he wants you to actually respond, you merely gaze up at him, eyes wide as you continue trying to pleasure him. He knows he’s right, and a smile grows across his face.
“It’s been so long since I’ve stumbled across a virgin like you. No wonder you’re so shy. That will change. I’m going to keep you as my little servant, my personal fucktoy. Soon I’ll have you screaming my name, begging just to taste my cock. You’re going to learn to worship your King like the god he is.”
You squeeze your eyes shut and try to ignore his words, try to ignore the way your stomach is turning knots the longer you sit there, mouth stuffed and your hands full, or the way he makes you feel, with his harsh words and rough actions. It’s getting harder and harder to by the minute. Sukuna is overpowering you, he’s all you can see, all you can smell, all you can feel–
The hands in your hair tighten, and he jerks you down onto his stiff cock once again, and you feel the tip make contact with the back of your throat. He stifles a groan as he tenses, growling, “You’re going to take everything I give you, little pet.”
Your eyes roll back and tears begin to well as he slams into you again, and then he’s cumming, warm liquid gushing down your throat.
“Swallow.” He instructs, leaving your mouth. A few drops drip down from his tip onto your chest. You close your mouth and struggle not to gag for a moment before managing to force his cum down.
Sukuna stands above you now, having risen from his throne, and you have to tilt your head back to look up at him. In a way, he’s devilishly handsome, as his red eyes glint down at you. Without a word, he crouches down to meet you. Instinctively, you crawl backward, but he quickly pushes you down on your back.
“We’re not done yet. Your King isn’t satiated.” He rumbles, his voice heavy with lust. You shiver, and you feel your heartbeat moving to your core as his warm hands stroke down your stomach. Eventually, he reaches between your thighs, his fingers teasing you as he swipes at your hole. When he withdraws, his fingers are covered in slick.
“Interesting,” he muses, “You scream and wail when you suck my cock, yet your cunt looks like that of a bitch in heat. Which one is it, pet?”
Your face flushes. Barely audible, you mumble, “Just let me go. Please.”
Quicker than you can react, his hand snakes out and pinches your clit, pulling a frantic moan from your lips.
“But it seems to me you want otherwise.”
His thumb rubs your bundle of nerves teasingly, as spasms of pleasure wrack your body. Helpless underneath him, you quickly feel yourself losing the will to fight. Sucking his cock had already tested your limits; now, with his teasing, you were on the verge of losing control and giving in to your instincts. Still coherent, you try to remind yourself–once again–that not even an hour ago, you’d watched him snack on a corpse, but to no avail. Your logic and reasoning is at the mercy of the creature currently ravishing you.
You don’t know how much more of this you can take.
As if he knows your self-control is waning, and to test you further, you feel a finger poke at your hole, and slowly, painstakingly, push itself in. It’s larger than anything you’ve ever felt, and just one makes you feel overwhelmingly full. Slowly, he begins to move, your pussy squelching lewdly with each thrust.
“I’m going to have to open you up more if you want to take my cock. Let’s see how many fingers you can take.” He tells you gleefully.
He continues fucking you on his finger, and soon, he’s added a second, and then a third, increasing his pace with each addition. Knuckles deep in your cunt, scraping against your gummy walls, every thrust he makes brings you dizzyingly closer to your climax. Somewhere, deep inside of you, you know you have to continue to resist. You can’t let him violate you like this, you don’t want it, don’t want any of this!
Suddenly, his fingers thrust into you in a way you’ve never felt before. You throw your head back as you release a loud, heavy moan. Forget about fighting against him, forget about escape, you just want to keep feeling this good . He can reach parts of you your clumsy fingers and naive fantasies never have been able to, bringing your pleasure to new heights.
Your eyes roll back into your head, and your back arches as your release quickly builds. Just a little longer and–
Without a word, he removes his hand from you, and just like that, your climax is cruelly ripped from you. You stare at him in disbelief.
“Poor thing. You looked like you were having fun, but I can’t give you your reward just yet. After all, you’ve done nothing to earn it, have you?”
You clench your thighs, rubbing your legs together to regain some of the lost friction, but his bottom pair of hands wrenches them apart. “You’re not going to do a thing to yourself unless I tell you to.”
His giant body frames yours, holding you down at the hips with the bottom set of hands, and stretching your arms out above you with the top set. You lie, immobile, as he positions his massive cocks over your hole, soaking wet with arousal. Pressing the tip of the top one in, he groans in pleasure as your cunt begins to suck him in.
He pauses for a moment. You wait, mesmerized, for him to resume, but he doesn’t.
“Do you want it? Do you want your King’s cock inside of you?”
The thought of escape has long since left your mind, and resignation to your fate has been replaced with a curious, dangerous eagerness. You know you don’t have much of a choice–one way or another, Sukuna is going to break you. Sp why not just give in now? You’d be lying if you couldn’t admit you’re enjoying this at least a little bit. It would make things so much more pleasurable for you, too. Maybe if you give in now, he’ll be gentle. Maybe he’ll give you a reward, let you cum as he fucks you for as long as he pleases.
And so, despite all your fighting, despite something telling you deep down that you can never come back from this, you nod.
He lets out a deep, rich laugh. Sukuna’s won, and all that’s left is to claim his prize.
“Then beg for it. I want my little pet to know her place.” He grinds against you, but doesn’t budge an inch.
“Please, I need it.” You moan, hips bucking up, desperately trying to move him deeper inside.
“Need what? You’re going to have to be more specific than that.”
Your eyes water. You need this, need him , so bad, you don’t know if you can take it. In your stupor, you manage to plead, “Please, fuck me. Fuck me so hard. I need your cock inside of me, need your cum. I don’t want anything else, just you.”
Slowly, he begins to push into you, the shaft of his cock breaching the tight ring of muscle. The pain is delicious, and you arch your back as you feel him reaching deep inside of you, deeper than even his fingers could. Your walls spasm around him. You feel so full, and he hasn’t even bottomed out.
All of a sudden, he stops. “You’re not done. Say my name. Tell me who you belong to.”
Without hesitation, you blurt out, “You, I belong to you, Master Sukuna!”
At your shouts, with one swift motion, he plunges the rest of his cock into you, bottoming out. You scream as he fills you up, stretching your walls open. He starts to pull out, and your pussy resists, clamping down on him.
Sukuna lets out a low growl. “Even after I loosen you up, you’re still so tight. What a good little pet I’ve found.”
You could sing with delight as he slams into you again and again, his bottom cock grinding against your ass, setting a ruthless pace. He quickly finds the most sensitive parts, and with every thrust, hits them perfectly, until you turn into a puddle of moans and gasps beneath him
Once again, you feel yourself approach your climax, your pussy gripping him tighter and tighter as you’re wound up like a spring. He slows his pace, and you whine in protest, only for him to switch it up again, this time faster than before.
“Not yet. You won’t be cumming until I say so. Not until I can fill you with my seed.” He continues to alternate his pace, edging you.
“Oh, my god.” You cry, screwing your eyes shut. You’re so overwhelmed, you can barely remember how to breathe as he tortures you.
“That’s right, cry to your god. Don’t forget your place is beneath me, serving me as your King and your god. I’m never going to let you go, not until I die.”
“Yes! I’m yours, Master! Fill me with your cum! I need it so bad !”
“She’s finally learned her place. What a good girl.” At his praise, you moan again, and he continues, “Perhaps you deserve a reward.”
“Please, please Master! I’ll be so good for you, I promise!”
He chuckles, his breathing becoming uneven, thrusts coming faster and shorter. “Then take my cum like a good little whore. I don’t want you to waste a single drop.”
With a growl, Sukuna reaches his climax, and you feel ropes of cum shooting inside of you, coating your walls.
Finally, he commands, “Cum for me.”
The tightness inside of you finally releases as your orgasm hits, so intense your vision blurs white. You scream as your pussy spasms around him. He continues to slam into you as you cum around him.
When he pulls out, you’re a twitching, mindless mess, your pussy leaking a mixture of juices. You lie there for a moment, unable to form a coherent thought. After a few moments, you regain movement in your limbs, and when you sit up, Sukuna is sitting back on his throne, watching you. As you sit there, taking him in, he sighs, and points down between his legs. Your eyes drift downward, and you gulp as you notice what he’s pointing to.
His cocks stand as erect as they did before, covered in his cum and your juices.
“Now clean it off, pet.”
Wordlessly, you acquiesce, and crawl forward, ready to please your Master again.