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You shivered, your fingers digging into the silky fabric of your kimono. It was a beautiful garment, more beautiful than anything you had ever worn, and strangely enough, it made you feel like a queen. However, you didn't know if you should be happy about wearing such expensive robes.
Two servants were busy brushing your long hair after they had dressed you.
They were silent the whole time. You felt kind of sad about it, but you were used to it by now. One of the many women and young girls, the many faces of this place, would come to your little room to help you dress, to wash you, to bring you food. But none of them came to accompany you in your solitude. Everything had been strange since you had been here, you hadn't been a person to gather servants around you. And you didn't want to be one now.
But fate had brought it to you. You had learned to sit straight and quietly through all the procedures and wait for the maidens to hurry away. That's what was expected of you as a bride-to-be, your mother had said.
Oh, and how proud your mother had been when she heard that you were to be married to a man who owned a whole shrine with dozens of maidens in it. The fact that you had been chosen and why had been a strange process that you hadn't really understood. You had heard the mysterious stories of a huge man, a hell of a fighter, who occasionally looked for a wife. It was normal for a man to have more than one wife at this time, especially for the wealthy ones.
Of course, your family had been more than happy when a strange person with red and white hair and a clean and well-kept kimono came to your small village with the message to take you away.
But things had been strange and not what you had expected when you arrived. You had to stay in a small room at all times of the day, you weren't allowed to leave. Food was brought to you three times a day, and every morning and evening maids helped you with your self-care routine.
You wondered where the other wives were and why you weren't living with them. But you assumed it was like that until the wedding. So yes, technically you could say you were happy to get married. Relieved. You could finally meet the other wives and maybe even make some friends in this lonely place, not to mention finally see your husband.
Your heart was pounding with anticipation, you hadn't been this excited in weeks.
"Tell me...", you began, taking a deep breath, "Are the other wives nice?".
The two maidens remained silent at first, but you could see them exchanging a few looks in the mirror. One of them cleared her throat.
"Forgive me for speaking up, Your Highness. But there are no other wives. You're the only one."
You flinched.
The only one? You couldn't be his first, you thought, remembering the stories the villagers had told you about him. It was a bit strange, but you were sure there was a logical explanation for it.
"Shh, would you shut up! You have no right to speak to Her Grace like that," the other woman scolded the younger one.
The younger servant who spoke first got big fearful eyes and lowered her head in awe.
"I apologize for my quick tongue, Your Highness".
They were still confused and didn't really know what to answer. It was still strange that they spoke to you as if you were royalty. Highness and grace. You scoffed. The sound made the young maid tremble. Was she afraid? Of you?
They skillfully pinned up your hair without saying another word. Perhaps they thought it would be better for them. With a last bow, they left, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
You wished you were back home in your beautiful village, you missed your family and you felt a little betrayed. Of course, it was normal to give your daughter away for marriage, and if the future husband was wealthy, there was even less hesitation, but it felt like you were being sold to him.
But there was no other way to hold your head high. You couldn't live with the shame you would have brought on your family by refusing to be married. This was an honor.
You looked in the mirror. You could definitely say that you were beautiful like this, and you sincerely hoped that your husband would think the same. Heat and redness flushed your painted face as you wondered if he was handsome, too. That would be the icing on the cake.
But you didn't care what he looked like as long as he was kind and honest. You had to live with him for the rest of your life, and you didn't even know his name, so you hoped he would at least have a decent personality. But what if he didn't?
You swallowed.
"This is your life now", you whispered, "Deal with it. Don't be so faint-hearted".
You hadn't been spineless before, and you wouldn't be now.
The squeak of the wooden door being pushed open caught your attention. The older maiden was kneeling at the door, her hands resting politely on her knees, her head bowed low.
"Your Highness, everything is ready for you".
"Thank you", you replied, getting up and walking toward her.
She led the way, two young girls walking behind you, trying not to trip on the long fabric of your kimono dragging behind you. They must be very young and new here, stumbling forward and bumping into each other.
Your heart ached and clenched at the thought that they too could have been sold at such a young age. Hoping for a better future.
But you reminded yourself of your resolutions to stand up proudly and not waste time with these depressing thoughts. Although these two brought back the image of your younger sisters at home.
A large door to a dining room was pushed open and you couldn't help but stare. The room was neat and thoroughly cleaned, the maids must have worked really hard. A table with all kinds of dishes stood in front of you, and you noticed the large amount of meat. This man must be very rich to be able to afford so much.
You lifted your head and thought you were going to faint.
This was no man.
It was a menace.
A monster.
You stopped walking and the girls ran right into your back. With a gasp, you stumbled forward and fell to your knees, and you were grateful that your gaze was lowered again, for you were sure that you hadn't been able to look away with your own strength.
"Your Highness!", exclaimed the woman in front of you.
The girls apologized at least ten times, putting their hands to their faces in deep shame.
"Your Highness, please, let me help you up".
You trembled, your fingernails digging into the cold floor. You didn't want to get up, you didn't want to look at him again. But she held out her hand, waiting for you to take it. It would have been rude to touch you unasked, hence your 'royal status', but it would also have been rude to refuse her help.
When you raised your arm to take her hand, your whole body was shaking. With a certain stubbornness, you did your best to keep your eyes glued to the ground as she led you to your place beside him.
It had been a long time, if ever in your life you had been so afraid. There was a dark aura, a threatening energy emanating from him that made you think you could die if you spoke or moved the wrong way.
There wasn't a big wedding ceremony, you were just announced as husband and wife, only the wealthy couples could afford such a big banquet.
A maiden of your age bowed to you before she spoke.
"Your Highness," she said, making you swallow, "What would you like to eat? You can have anything you want".
You didn't really feel like eating right now. Your stomach was churning and rumbling when you dared to move your head and saw one of his hands.
It was huge, just like the rest of him. With black nails and a deep black tattoo that adorned his wrist like a bracelet.
Maybe he wasn't what you thought he was, after all, you'd only seen a glimpse of him. So you swallowed a fraction of your fear and turned to face him.
He wasn't human.
He couldn't be.
Two sets of arms came out of his huge body. This wasn't a daydream, this was real. Your gaze wandered upwards, noticing the tattoos on his face and of course the two sets of eyes. Four red orbs were fixed on you and you held your breath.
"I... I don't want to eat, thank you".
He studied your face with the lower two eyes while the larger ones maintained eye contact. You were too caught up in your disbelief to look away.
"But Your Highness... Are you sure? You should at least eat a little bit", the maiden said in an uncertain voice.
Your husband's eyes narrowed, his head propped up on one of his hands. Mouth in a thin line.
"Okay, I guess... I'll eat some of the fish."
The maiden bowed again, piled some rice and fish on your plate, and then scurried away.
But you couldn't concentrate on your meal. You were still looking at the man with the rose-colored hair. He, on the other side, didn't leave out any of the remains of his dish. He grabbed the obviously raw meat with his bare hand, opened his mouth and threw it in. Your breath quickened, every muscle tensing at the sight of those huge teeth, even if it was only for a second.
A small sound escaped your mouth as you turned away from him, a whimper full of fear and pain. A low, grumbling chuckle came from the man beside you, as if mocking you. Then he stood up.
Without saying a word or looking at you again, he walked around the table and left the dining room.
His plate looked like a battlefield, splattered with blood and tiny pieces of meat, and it was only now that you noticed that more than half of the food on the table was not cooked at all.
"What is that?", you asked yourself.
"Excuse me, Your Highness? Is something wrong?".
You didn't dare to be rude, but this question really bothered you. Everything was wrong!
"Why didn't you tell me about him?", you asked, trying to swallow your anger.
"I... I don't understand, Your Highness."
You groaned and the maiden flinched. You couldn't believe that you had been married to this monstrosity of a man, probably not even human, and no one had warned you before. The thumping of your heart was unbelievably loud in your ears. Maybe he wasn't that bad, you tried to calm down. After all, you had told yourself before that his looks weren't as important as his personality.
Even though he looked like something out of your nightmares.
"What is he?", you asked again, this time louder.
But the servants were all silent, too ashamed to speak. Your head sank low. Your hands flew to the hard wood of the table. You were angry.
Of course you were.
Who wouldn't have been in your position.
You didn't know if you wanted to cry or scream. Neither would help.
"He is our king, Your Highness. There's really no other explanation, I'm afraid."
A king.
You huffed at that. Fear crept up your spine as you thought of his features, his face, the glow of his red eyes. Everything so unreal, so raw, so wild.
There was no way you could eat. All you wanted at that moment was to hurry back to bed and hope that this was all a dream and that tomorrow you would wake up in a normal world.
You sat there in silence, thinking about how to deal with this situation, your eyes flickering to the spot where your husband had been sitting.
"Master Sukuna is waiting for you in the main room of the shrine".
Sukuna.
A fitting name, you thought. You decided to just go along with it, since you had no other choice. You feared he would do something unforgivable to you if you didn't obey. Well, at least that was what you expected from him.
"Thank you", you said calmly, standing up and patting your kimono with your hands.
You left the dining room in the same order as you had come in - the older maiden in front of you, the two young girls behind. They were stiffer than before, stricken with embarrassment and fear, and seemingly in awe.
The whole building was stunning, absolutely glamorous and almost elegant. Finished dark wood and elements of marble and gold adorned the floor and walls. Without anything else, you would have loved to live here. You could clearly see that the maids had worked hard to keep everything tidy, and it really helped to make this place gorgeous.
The main room was a large room with many lanterns and torches. You could guess that this was the area where guests were received and where Sukuna would listen to their concerns. A few steps of marbled stairs led to a throne of black wood that almost looked like darkened bones and skulls.
He sat there, looking down at you. His lower two arms were resting on his knees, the upper two on the armrests. Again, his head was supported by one of his hands. His expression was blank and you couldn't read it at all.
You didn't know what to do, what he expected from you. So you stopped at the top of the stairs and bowed to him. He chuckled again, that low rumble that made your blood freeze and boil at the same time.
And even though you were fully clothed, you felt goose bumps all over your body.
A servant came in, and you were somehow glad that you knew them. It was the one who had come to your village to take you away. Not the best memory, but at least a familiar face.
They held a golden goblet in their hands and held it out to you as they stopped beside you.
You looked at the contents, a deep reddish color, almost black.
"What is this?", you asked.
Their expressions were almost as bland as your husbands'.
"It is blood, Your Highness."
"Whose blood?", your voice trembled.
They didn't answer. Maybe you didn't really want to know where it came from.
"What am I supposed to do with it?".
What a stupid question.
"Our king, Master Sukuna, wants you to drink it", they didn't even bat an eye at those words.
You were speechless at first, your stomach twisted and hurt again. Your eyes were glued to the red liquid in the golden goblet before your gaze drifted to the man on the throne.
He leaned forward a little, as if excited and eager to hear your answer and see your next move. A smile formed on his lips, he was obviously amused.
"Why do you want me to drink it?".
It was the first time you had spoken to him directly, and the maidens gasped in shock. Was it rude? If he really was the king they worshiped, you were now a queen. So you wanted to speak up when you felt like it.
But he only responded by humming, still not answering, but his smile widened a bit.
"It's part of the ceremony, Your Highness," a maiden replied to your question.
You snorted and the servants gasped again. Another chuckle from the pink haired man.
This whole scenario was just cruel and twisted. Since he had eaten the raw meat before, you weren't really surprised. But you couldn't help but feel sorry for whoever had to suffer for this cup of blood, because there was no way you were going to drink it. But were you ready for the consequences if you refused? You wanted to participate and play a role in this, because this was your life now. But this? That was just ridiculous.
"I'm not drinking that", you whispered.
Sukuna didn't move. Obviously still being entertained.
"I'm not drinking that!", you shouted at him.
A rumble, as deep and menacing as a thunderstorm, erupted from him as he stood up. In the span of a few seconds, you debated whether you should regret your actions. You were his wife, after all, and your role should be to do as he says. But how could you possibly drink that when the smell of blood made you want to vomit?
With long and slow steps he approached the two of you, and you just noticed how huge he was in comparison to you. He was at least 2 meters tall, maybe even taller, but you couldn't estimate that right now. He also had broad shoulders and muscles, his body structure was intimidating even though he wasn't doing anything right now.
He held out his hand and took the cup from the servant. The crimson orbs rested on your small form compared to him, his smile fading. Your chest rose and fell quickly, your breathing was fast and the situation was intense for you. Your heart pounded relentlessly against your chest, you could even feel it in your head.
Sukuna raised the cup to his lips, not taking his eyes off you for a second as he drank the red liquid in one big gulp. It was an intense stare that you weren't afraid to throw back. There was no need to let him know how terrified you were inside.
He bared his blood-stained teeth at you, his tongue flicking over the large canines, licking them clean. Taunting you by enjoying this drink to the last drop. Your mind was immediately busy imagining those sharp teeth sinking into an animal. A human being. You.
An involuntary gasp escaped your throat. Sukuna smiled before he turned away from you.
He took his place on the throne again, and you were so incredibly displeased to see him looking down on you like that. It gnawed at your ego, almost making you forget how relieved you were that he hadn't harmed you in any way.
The familiar maiden took you with her, out of the main room and back into the wide halls.
"With all due respect, Your Highness. It is not wise to be so rude to Master Sukuna," they said after a few moments.
You knew they were right.
"What is your name?", you asked.
"Uraume".
"What would you have done in my situation?", you wanted to know while you were walking next to them.
They were silent for a while, shaking their head.
"I'm afraid I can't tell, Your Highness. I have served Master Sukuna for a long time and I adore and respect him and his decisions on all levels".
You sighed.
This would lead to nothing. There was no choice but to wait and see what would happen next. Of course, this left you a bit scared and frustrated, but you came to the conclusion that there was no point in overthinking. If he wanted to hurt you, he would have done it right then and there, there was no reason to wait. You thought you were safe for now.
"These are your new chambers, Your Highness," Uraume pushed a wooden door aside, revealing a large room.
There was a large bed, you had never seen something like that again. Made out of wood and very high, and you noticed why.
"Does he sleep here too?".
"He does", Uraume said.
Your face turned red, not only because you were afraid of him. It was a bit inappropriate to share a room so early in their marriage, if not at all.
"Master Sukuna personally requested it," they explained, "The maidens will help you wash and dress every morning and whenever you want. Get some rest, Your Highness".
They left, and you decided to explore your new chambers. You weren't really tired, so you didn't know what else to do. As you walked by, you let your hand brush over the blanket on the bed. It was really quite high, the mattress ending almost where your hip was.
On the opposite side was a throne-like chair and another one right next to the window. They looked comfortable but too big for you. Around the corner was a large golden bathtub that you couldn't wait to sink into the next morning. It was enormous, set into the marble floor, big enough for four people to sit in. It would be very wasteful to bathe in it because of the amount of water you would have to put in it, but it was too tempting.
You walked back to the main area, still unsure what to think and feel. Through the window, you could see the forest you had to go through to reach the shrine, and you wondered how many people knew of its existence. How many people knew that there was a monster residing here and how they would react if they saw it.
Said monster entered the room, ignored you, and went straight to the chair next to the bed.
You didn't dare to turn around and considered sleeping on the chair by the window so you wouldn't have to join him in bed.
Four red eyes were glued to your silhouette, tugging at you. You felt the urge to look at him as well, although you hadn't wanted to just a few seconds ago. Incredible heat flowed through you, starting from your face and creeping down your spine. And then you couldn't help it and turned around.
The way he sat there and looked at you made your blood boil and you wanted to vomit because he looked so intimidating.
Sukuna raised a hand and moved his finger twice, luring you towards him. And again you felt it pulling and tugging at you. Your legs began to move of their own accord, and you stumbled right in front of him. Even when he was sitting, he was hovering over you.
You bent your head down, not wanting to look at his face. You jerked hard when one of his hands touched your neck, your breath coming in short gasps. His hand was cold and rough, and his mere touch was enough to push the air out of your lungs.
Painted nails scraped along your jaw and he cupped your chin tightly to lift your head and look straight into your eyes. You whimpered pathetically, hating how weak and small you felt in his presence. The red orbs flickered across your face, as if he wanted to memorize every detail.
This hand rested there, no chance you could move your head at all. But the other three roamed over the expensive fabric of your kimono. Being so close to him, you could smell the blood he had drunk before and the unmistakable smell of fire. Sukuna loosened the knot that held your clothes together and let them slide off your body.
A hand caught your wrist as you tried to push him away from your face. It wrapped around your tiny arm effortlessly, making you look even weaker.
His eyes quickly studied your body in your undergarments, but that didn't seem to satisfy him. With a deep rumbling in his chest, his two free hands grabbed the thin fabric and tore it apart. A grin tugged at his lips as he took in your naked form and you were sure your face was hot and red. Never before had a man seen you like this and you didn't know how to describe your feelings. You shivered under his attentive gaze, his grin only getting wider.
Sukuna grunted in disapproval as you tried to wriggle out of his grasp, his hands holding you by your waist. Goose bumps spread over your entire body from how cold they were. It felt strange and honestly, you just wanted to get away from him to stop this unfamiliar feeling.
You were his wife now, but you didn't want him to touch you like that. It was inappropriate and embarrassing, and you still somehow feared that you might be in danger in his presence. Still grinning with a touch of madness, he finally let go of you. But you only managed to step back a little, too cold and shaking from the shock to run away. Your instinct of self-preservation told you to run as fast as you could, but it was impossible.
He had removed his own kimono, at least the upper part. Black tattoos, similar to the ones on his face, danced on his muscular and broad chest, you had never seen anything like it before and it made his whole existence even more mysterious, strange and unique.
Two hands reached out and grabbed both of yours, pulling you back to him. He leaned back in the chair, revealing a large slit on his belly that opened like a mouth and a tongue moved out. You gasped in shock and disbelief, this was something out of a nightmare.
The huge tongue licked across your stomach and chest and Sukuna hummed. You wondered if he could taste you like this, shuddering. What if this would increase his appetite? Well, it kind of did. But not the way you thought.
It circled one of your nipples, flicked it, and you squirmed in his grip. The wet and overwhelming sensation was new to you, lighting a fire in your body you didn't quite understand. It felt strangely good, but it made you dizzy and strange in your stomach, and it was him, so you were confused and angry.
One of his free hands took its place, the coldness of his skin too much on the sensitive bud. He cupped and squeezed the entire breast, grumbling again and shifting in his seat. You sobbed as he licked the other, making his eyebrows furrow. He tilted his head to the side, his mouth slightly open. When the same movement drew another sound from you, he let you go immediately. You hated yourself for missing the strange feeling, you didn't want to like anything he did.
Sukuna stood up and nudged you to turn around and walk forward. You did as he asked, still shaking all over. Your mind was racing, trying to make sense of all the new information and why this felt so good when you were so scared.
It was uncomfortable for you to walk around naked in front of him, his eyes always on you.
Every time your steps slowed, a hand would shove you a little, not really pushing you, but it had a certain urgency. Your knees and thighs hit the bed and you stopped, which made your husband click his tongue and grab you again, lifting you up and onto the mattress.
You expected him to touch you again as soon as he climbed onto the bed, so it wasn't much of a surprise when he grabbed your ankle and pulled you to him. With a grunt he turned you over and pulled your hips up. Kneeling in front of him with your ass in the air, you felt naked and exposed. Especially when he cupped your cheeks and played with them like he did with your breasts.
But right now his touch wasn't cold, it was burning hot.
Almost bruising.
You shifted, bending your head to rest your cheek on the blanket so you could see him. Somehow you didn't feel safe looking away from him when he was hovering over you, pupils dilated, grinning like he was now.
The other two hands grabbed your thighs and rubbed them, letting the painted nails scratch the soft skin inside. The tongue of his belly came out again and licked your core once, you screamed loudly and briefly, surprised at what it felt like on your most sensitive parts. Wet and warm and slippery and somehow not that bad.
Sukuna growled, sounding like a wild animal, and withdrew his tongue, replacing it with a hand. Your whole body froze when he touched you. It was all too intense and too new. A finger slipped between your folds, caught the saliva he left there, and entered you.
You flinched, the finger inside you unfamiliar and strange. And he didn't stop. He pushed in further and further, inch by inch, and you gasped when he went in a little too far for your taste. It was a relief when he pulled out, but you didn't think he would go in again, this time with two fingers. It stretched your walls a bit, you'd seen his hands and knew how big those fingers were.
He wasn't so slow this time, he pushed in until he couldn't reach any further, tilting and twisting them inside you. As he pulled out, you closed your eyes, expecting him to add another finger. And he did.
Three fingers pushed in, it began to sting and you sobbed when he went in a little too far again. Ignoring your gasps and small sounds of pain, he curled his fingers and stretched you to the limit where it hurt badly. You wished he would go back to one finger, that didn't seem so bad in your memories compared to this.
With a groan, you gathered the sheets under you and tried to crawl away from him and the pain. But he had you firmly in his grip, no chance to escape. Your heart beat fast and hard in your chest as the panic set in, you were at his mercy and defenseless. You tried to kick him away, only to have him squeeze your leg even harder.
He pulled down his pants and apparently arms and eyes weren't the only things he got more than the usual amount of. At that moment you couldn't concentrate on what kind of monster he would be when you saw two dicks standing proud and hard.
It was obscene to look at him like that, but you couldn't help it. Sukuna chuckled low when he saw your face, amused by your embarrassment and confusion. What on earth have you done to deserve this nightmare?
Your breath caught as he took the lower dick in his hand, angling it and aligning it with your entrance that his fingers had been in before. But they were both so big and thick that one of them could hardly compare to the three of his fingers. This theory was violently confirmed when he thrust in. It hurt, but not as much as you thought it would, thanks to his treatment before.
But you could hardly be grateful for that.
He crawled over you, two hands propping himself up beside you and the other two holding you in his death grip.
The sounds of his thrusting and grunting were filthy and lewd, probably forever etched in your ears and mind. You tried your best to find something good about it, remembering how the women in your village described having sex behind closed doors. And he seemed to enjoy it, too.
But it still hurt on your part, because he was too big for you and too fast. Maybe you could make it work over time, maybe you just needed to get used to him. Noticing that you were completely tense, you tried to relax. You slowed your breathing, inhaling deeply through your mouth and exhaling through your nose. You felt his abdomen flex and relax in your back. After a while it became almost rhythmic.
Suddenly you cramped up again as you heard your husband grunt and moan in annoyance. Were you doing something wrong? Shouldn't you try to enjoy it at least a little? Wasn't he satisfied enough? You shivered and trembled in his grip.
He pulled himself out and sighed again in displeasure, stretching and making his bones crack. You understood.
You were too small for him, his body must have ached from kneeling uncomfortably over you for too long. Your cunt ached and pulsed even more when he wasn't there. His hands gripped your hips tighter in frustration and you hissed, it was almost a little too painfully.
But he was strong and you knew that by now. So he just lifted you up. You squealed in surprise and held yourself up by your feet and hands, knees bent. He supported you so you didn't have to stay up like that all by yourself.
This time he inserted his upper cock while he was in an upright position. This seemed to satisfy him more than before and he began to thrust again. Not only faster but also harder than before. His lower cock dragged along your clit with every movement, giving you that constricting feeling in your stomach again. You didn't really understand what it meant, but Sukuna didn't really feel the urge to explore your comfort.
With every thrust, he pulled you back to him. He was caught up in his bliss and either didn't notice or didn't care about your pleas to go softer. His nails dug into your flesh and you noticed tears welling up in your eyes.
Not only did his dick hurt inside you because it went in too far, but the rubbing on your clit was too fast and made you feel too sensitive. You hiccupped, tears dripping onto the sheets beneath you.
You didn't know who to thank when he slowed down and stopped after one last quick thrust, moaning loudly. It was a guttural, carnal sound that echoed off the wooden walls and rang loudly in your ears. His cock twitched inside you a few times, something burning inside you.
Sukuna let go of you and let you fall onto the mattress, your wobbly legs unable to hold you up. The pain in your lower abdomen paralyzed you and you wanted to pull your knees up to your chest.
With watery eyes you dared to look at him once, but you only wanted to cry more when you saw that both his cocks were covered with your blood. He looked at you with a blank face, the tongue of his stomach taking a long stripe. The urge to vomit when you saw this was hard and you turned away from him, but not without noticing that the sheets underneath you were sticky and disgusting with a thick fluid.
You didn't want to think about it anymore, so you closed your eyes and hoped that when you opened them again, you would wake up in your village.