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After another week-long killing spree, Sukuna slipped back into your quaint apartment like he owned the place - no he didn't pay a single bill. The moment he crossed the threshold, his heightened senses caught a faint, familiar scent lingering in the air. It had been too long since he'd last seen his beloved woman. The thought stirred something dangerous in him, but he pushed it aside. Whatever it was, it wasn't important right now. His stomach mouth, however, had other ideas. It began to drool shamelessly at the mere aroma. Sukuna shot it a glare so venomous it could curdle blood. "Know your place," he growled under his breath. He had made a vow: he would not be the reason your life ended. No matter how tempting the idea was, he would preserve you for every year you had left. He refused to greet you with drool staining his robes. That would be beneath him.
Moving with surprising grace for a man of his size, Sukuna made his way to the bathroom. He wiped the offending mouth clean, then leaned in close with a low, threatening snarl. "Don't you ever think of my woman in such a disgusting manner again." The corners of his stomach mouth pointed downwards in silence. Then Sukuna brushed both sets of his teeth thoroughly, forcefully wrangling the defiant extra mouth into submission as it sulked at being scolded by its 'superior'. Sukuna merely huffed in irritation and continued. Technically, he had already bathed in the blood of his enemies before devouring them, but that answer had never satisfied you.
A smirk tugged at his lips as he remembered the last time he'd returned. He'd gone so far as to bathe in a nearby lake just to avoid your disapproving look "Damn woman," he muttered, the smirk deepening with dark affection. "You've made me soft." Sukuna shed his bloodstained robe and boxers without ceremony, tossing them into the laundry basket. Clothes were a nuisance - restrictions meant for lesser beings. He was the King of Curses. Nothing would confine him, not even fabric. Diligently, he washed his feet and hands with meticulous care. You had been very clear about that rule: no dirty feet on your bedding. Especially since he preferred going barefoot. Once satisfied, he sprayed on deodorant and gave himself a final once-over in the mirror. It would please you, his beloved.
The closer he drew to your bedroom, the stronger the scent became. To any ordinary human it would have passed unnoticed, but Sukuna's senses were anything but ordinary. Copper. Something floral and warm. It curled through the air like an invitation and a warning all at once. He opened the door slowly. There you were sleeping peacefully on your side atop the pink queen sized bed. Your room was only illuminated by the moon, which thankfully was not an issue when you have four eyes. One arm stretched out across the empty space, as if you'd been waiting for him even in your dreams. The sight softened his gaze. For a moment, the roaring hunger quieted.
But only for a moment.
His instincts surged, loud and feral, demanding he disturb that peaceful sleep. He knew you weren't seeing anyone else. That wasn't the source of the scent. No...this was something else. It was so intoxicating but he had to have his priorities in order. Sukuna shook his head, opened the chest of drawers and put on a pair of clean black boxers before he resumed his trek towards you. Unfortunately, you refused to give him access to your bed without any clothes at all. Yes, as powerful as he was in the back of his mind he knew you had him wrapped around your little finger. Sukuna’s nostrils flared as he inched closer to you. The mattress dipped under his weight as he settled on the edge of the bed adjacent to you. Sukuna's black-tipped fingers ghosted over the delicate lines of your face, tracing your cheekbone before threading gently through your hair. He committed every strand to memory. The soft rise and fall of your chest held him transfixed, so fragile.
Yet despite the control he had maintained for months, both mouths were salivating uncontrollably. His hands trembled. The scent was stronger here, radiating from you, and it was driving him to the brink. Sukuna clenched his fists tight enough that his nails bit into his palms. The sting grounded him. No. He had sworn it. He would not be the reason your life ended. Not now. Not ever.
Still, the King of Curses leaned down, his breath warm against your skin as he hovered just above your delicate neck, fighting the overwhelming urge to bite. “Down there," Sukuna's stomach mouth supplied pulling him away, its tongue slithering out to point toward your legs hidden beneath the sheets. Sukuna's eyes narrowed. "Don't command me. I'll look when I damn well please." Even as he growled the words, his second set of eyes betrayed him, darting downward with barely restrained hunger. The scent was thicker now, heavy in the air, pulling at every feral instinct he possessed. He was teetering on the edge of a frenzy.
With painstaking control, he used one pair of arms to gently peel the bedsheets away, careful not to wake you. The cool air made you shiver in your sleep, instinctively curling your arms closer to your chest. The sight was almost painfully endearing. "How pathetic," he murmured, the words laced with fondness. Sukuna shifted, moving to straddle your smaller frame with predatory grace, caging you beneath him without putting his full weight on you. The warm, coppery floral scent bloomed fully now, wrapping around him like temptation incarnate. "What are you hiding from me, huh?" he whispered, voice low and rough with restraint.
You were wearing a burgundy lace-trimmed camisole and matching sleep shorts set you'd teasingly shown him before. Normally, when he slid into bed beside you, one of his hands would claim your ass or cup possessively between your thighs; not out of immediate lust, but simply because he needed to be closer. To feel you. To own the space you occupied even in sleep. But tonight something was different. One large hand slipped beneath the waistband of your shorts and your panties. His fingers brushed against something crinkly and foreign. The texture of this hindrance made his face twist with mild disgust, but it was quickly drowned out by the feeling of something wet coating his fingertips.
Instantly, Sukuna’s pupils dilated. A violent shiver ran through his powerful body as he slowly withdrew his hand, staring at the dark crimson smeared across his fingers.
Blood.
The metallic tang flooded his senses, rich and sweet and undeniably you. This is what that aroma was. "You're menstruating," Sukuna said, surprise threading through his voice as he withdrew his hand from the warmth between your thighs. He lifted his fingers, studying the dark, viscous blood with rapt fascination. The consistency was thicker than fresh blood, richer in a way that made his mouths water. He hesitated, just for a heartbeat. The taste of your skin had plagued him since the moment he realized he craved your company more than your flesh. He brought his fingers closer to his face, inhaling deeply, the metallic-sweet scent flooding his senses like the finest wine.
His vow echoed in his skull, a chain around a starving beast. But his stomach mouth had no such loyalty. Its tongue slithered out eagerly from his abdomen and licked the crimson from his fingers with greedy, obscene strokes. Sukuna's body shuddered with raw need. He had never been present long enough to witness your period before. His clouded brain can just about recount how embarrassed you were fumbling through the explanation trying to explain to him how far medicine had come since his time. How now you didn't have to suffer through heavy painful periods so frequently any longer. "More," his stomach mouth growled, breathing heavier now.
With inhuman strength, he flipped you onto your back, careful even in his frenzy not to break your fragile body. Another pair of arms gently but firmly spread your legs, giving him full access to your pussy. He was always so precise with you - your mortality made every touch a calculated risk, every moment with you fleeting and precious. Impatiently, he tore your shorts down your legs and flung them aside, irritated that you would hide this from him. The movement revealed your cute Hello Kitty 'granny' panties (as you'd call them), the cartoon cat's smiling face almost mocking him.
"What an impertinent cat," he snarled under his breath.
You stirred awake at the motion and his low growl. "Kuna...?" Your voice was groggy and soft, thick with sleep. The sound hit him like a metal rod to the spine. Sukuna froze, every muscle locking up. Fuck. This was supposed to be simple. He never wanted you to see him like this; eyes wild, mouths salivating, hands stained with your blood. What if you fled? What if the fragile thing he had built with you shattered the moment you witnessed the monster barely leashed beneath his skin?
His four eyes flicked down to meet your sleepy gaze. "Off," Sukuna demanded, frowning as he crossed his top set of arms over his broad chest. The command left no room for argument. Your pretty eyes crinkled with sleepy amusement. "I missed you too," you teased softly, still half-lost in the haze of waking. Your mind hadn't yet caught up to the terrible timing of his return. Sukuna's expression darkened. "Must I repeat myself, woman?" Before you could respond, his stomach mouth acted on its own, dragging a long, wet stripe down the center of your panties with its greedy tongue. The sudden heat and slick pressure jolted you fully awake. Your eyes widened as you looked down - your tampon string peeking out, the stained wings of your pad visible against the fabric too. How embarrassing.
You hadn't expected him back so soon. Heat flooded your cheeks and neck in a deep flush. You were not prepared for his arrival at all. No contact was your way after all. The sight of your mortified blush was enough to momentarily soothe the raging hunger in Sukuna's gaze. He didn't pounce. Not yet. 'Fuck. Of course he comes back right when I'm on my period' you thought, internally cursing your treacherous body. "N-no, my Lord, but if you would just listen for a moment-!" you started, only to be cut off as Sukuna leaned down, resting his large head on your trembling thigh. He hid the faint pout tugging at his lips against your skin, pressing slow, deliberate kisses along your inner thigh, occasionally nipping just hard enough to make you shiver.
"If I remove them," he murmured against your thigh, voice low and dangerous, "You'll regret denying me." His weight settled heavily over you; warm, solid, and impossible to ignore. Sukuna was so close to that intoxicating scent, yet still maddeningly far. If he had his way, his tongue would already be buried deep between your legs, tasting every drop. Your dainty manicured hand moved on instinct, fingers gently threading through his pink hair in an attempt to calm the beast hovering over you. "Kuna, we can't today. Or for the next few days. I'm—" You once again you were cut off.
Sukuna had little patience left. One of his hands pressed firmly against the front of your panties, the crinkling sound of the pad filling the quiet room. You jolted at the contact, shocked that he was still so intent, so interested, despite you trying to deter him. "Menstruating. Yes, I'm well aware," Sukuna murmured, nipping at the soft skin of your belly before tapping the flaps of your pad with a finger. "What is this infernal contraption?" Your ears burned crimson. You'd never done this before; never even considered period sex. The idea of being this exposed in front of him made your stomach flip.
"It's...my night pad," you mumbled, coughing awkwardly as you tried to hide your flushed face behind your hand. "So I don't bleed on the sheets. My periods are quite heavy." Sukuna scoffed. "This 'night pad' is in my way. Remove it. Along with these." His tone was dismissive, as if the idea of anything coming between him and what he wanted was absurd. 'He's so persistent. What the hell has gotten into him?' Your sleepy brain was still struggling to process that the King of Curses, Mr Cleanfreak himself, was suddenly very enthusiastic about period sex. "B-but Sukuna, it'll be really messy if we do it this week. Maybe another time—" He cut you off with a sharp bite to your inner thigh, just enough to make you gasp. "I don't crave copulation tonight," he growled against your skin, licking a slow stripe up your thigh. "What I desire satisfies my other needs."
You trembled beneath him, caught between embarrassment and the undeniable heat pooling in your belly. After a moment of hesitation, you gave in. "You're such a weirdo, you know that?" you whispered with a playful roll of your eyes. Sukuna lifted his head, eyes narrowing. "Must I remind you who you're speaking to?" The threat lacked its usual bite, softened by the way his gaze lingered hungrily on your body. "No, my Lord," you replied with a coy smile, tilting your head as you finally hooked your fingers into your panties and slid them down. The moment you began wiggling them off, Sukuna snatched the fabric from your hand with lightning speed. To your surprise, there was only a small spotting of blood. You were happy your 'double protection' set up worked.
He brought the panties straight to his face, inhaling deeply. A low, delighted moan rumbled from his chest as his tongue dragged across the stained fabric, licking it clean with obvious pleasure. It seemed that the pad itself was emanating that artificial floral smell, which he noted just in case he ever catches you wearing one again. The sight left you stunned. You knew he ate people, but seeing him savor you like this; your blood, your scent, was something else entirely. Your pussy clenched hard around your tampon in a confusing mix of shame and arousal. Sweat prickled across your skin. You were scared and simultaneously undeniably turned on by the monster who wanted to consume you in the most intimate way possible.
Sukuna licked the pad thoroughly dry before setting your ruined panties aside. One set of arms spread your legs wider, exposing you completely to his four gleaming eyes. "Y'scared of me?" he asked, voice low and imposing as he levelled you with a predatory stare. You gulped, heart racing. "No, Kuna. You'd never...right?" The words were meant to convince yourself as much as him. The harsh reality of being in a situationship with the King of Curses suddenly felt very real. "Never," he said softly, almost reverently. His four eyes softened with dark affection - almost like hearts swimming in them. "I only crave your menstruation and all you have to offer." His stomach mouth rumbled in agreement, tongue flicking out once more to taste the air.
'Damn...he really wants to taste test me’ The thought sent a strange thrill through you. 'I guess it wouldn't be so bad to die at the hands of such a handsome monster' You sighed softly, cupping both sides of Sukuna's face with gentle hands. Leaning up, you pressed a light kiss to the tip of his nose. His face scrunched up slightly like a tiger, visibly dismayed. Sukuna didn't do soft kisses. "As long as you promise this won't become a recurring thing," you said sternly, holding his gaze, "You won't make a mess on my bed, no kissing my lips and no teeth. At all."
He looked almost flustered for a split second. “Yeah, yeah, woman," he replied hastily, a faint blush coloring the tops of his ears. Sukuna's attention dropped lower. His crimson eyes narrowed at the sight of your tampon string. Another obstruction. The King of Curses sulked openly, as if the little cotton device had personally insulted him. Only he was worthy of receiving your blood. You had to bite your lip to hide a giggle at the sight of the big, terrifying Sukuna pouting between your thighs. "Free bleeding is the only permissible way to menstruate. Understood?" he declared with absolute authority, clearly trying to silence your amusement.
"Yes, my Lord. I'll do as you say," you replied sweetly, patting his broad tattooed shoulders. 'Always thinking with his stomach' you think inwardly with a playful thrum of your fingers on his shoulders. Sukuna hooked a finger around the tampon string and pulled it out - slowly, after he noticed your initial wince. Despite his impatience, he was careful with your fragile body. The moment it was free, he handed the bloodied tampon to his stomach mouth, which eagerly snatched it up like a treat. It sucked on the tampon like its life depended upon it. His full attention returned to your now exposed pussy, four eyes locked onto the glistening crimson that began to slowly seep from you. The scent hit him even stronger now, rich and intoxicating. "Gentle please, Kuna," you whispered, batting your lashes down at him.
He only grunted in response, too focused on the sight before him to acknowledge your words properly. "I'm serious," you added, though you knew it was falling on deaf ears. Sukuna's breath was hot against your sensitive skin as he leaned in closer. ‘A second set of ears would do him some good’ You thought to yourself whilst simultaneously praying Sukuna would heed your words. Suddenly, two massive hands seized the backs of your knees and folded you nearly in half, pressing them firmly to your shoulders to spread you open for him. His grip was unyielding, leaving no room for escape no matter how much you whined or how desperately your toes curled in the air. 'I've never seen him this enthusiastic to eat me out' your mind supplied hazily in anticipation.
A fat, warm glob of spit landed directly on your exposed pussy, making you flinch. "S-Sukuna!" you moaned, half in protest, half in overwhelmed pleasure. "Silence," he growled, the command vibrating against your skin as he lowered his face even closer. Sukuna began slow, almost reverent - his broad tongue dragging up the dried streaks of blood along your innermost thighs where your pad hadn't reached. The moment the taste hit him, Sukuna's eyes rolled back, a deep, guttural moan tearing from his chest. "Fuck...it's divine." he groaned, voice thick with raw hunger. Sukuna's dicks began to harden from the taste of you alone. Some sweat clung to you from wearing so many layers and it only added to Sukuna's meal. He lapped between your folds next, savoring every remnant of what he'd tasted earlier, and the obscene sound of his happy, satisfied moans filled the room. "So damn gooddd."
You gasped sharply as his gaze suddenly locked onto yours, bloodlust burning bright in all four crimson eyes while he licked along the seam of your vulva. "Ahh—f-fuck!" You couldn't help but exclaim. Another pair of his arms joined in. Calloused thumbs spread your pussy open wide, exposing the slick, red hue of your entrance. The sight seemed to drive him wild. " M'not stopping until I've had my fill of your cunt," he snarled, licking his lips like a starving beast staring at ambrosia. He braced one arm against the bed for leverage, then plunged his tongue deep inside you without warning. Sukuna's tongue curled relentlessly, reaching impossibly far as his nose ground against your swollen clit, unintentionally. Your legs trembled violently at the sudden, overwhelming stimulation - inside and out.
Sukuna was completely intoxicated. He had tasted your arousal before, loved how he could imagine what you'd taste like on a silver platter, but this - your warm, metallic blood mixed with your wetness - was something else entirely. Addictive. He couldn't get enough, devouring you with messy, hungry strokes, moaning shamelessly into your pussy as fresh blood coated his tongue. He was pleasantly surprised when a clot of blood graced his mouth which he greedily swallowed down. You looked down, and the sight nearly broke you.
Crimson smeared across his lips and dripping down his chin as he buried his face deeper. He looked feral. The King of Curses, reduced to a groaning, insatiable beast between your thighs, eyes never leaving yours even as he sucked and licked with obscene enthusiasm. Sukuna's eyes, usually arrogant and sharp, were glazed with pure bloodlust, pupils blown wide as he feasted. Your acrylic nails clawed into his shoulders, leaving red lines across his skin to his delight. He fucking loved when he’d have evidence of your undoing on his skin. "S'kuna-! Shittt, feels so good," you moaned, writhing helplessly against the mattress as another wave of pleasure crashed through you. Every curl of his tongue, every filthy slurp, every vibration of his moans sent sparks shooting up your spine.
He pulled back just enough to growl against your clit, voice wrecked with lust, "More. Give me everything." Sukuna was relentless. 'Does he know I have no control over my flow or...?' You laughed inwardly too out of breath to commit to the bit. Deep, guttural moans and hungry groans poured from his throat, each one vibrating deliciously against your sensitive pussy. The King of Curses had never sounded so shameless, face buried between your thighs like a man starved for centuries. Your thighs quivered uncontrollably, muscles twitching as the overwhelming pleasure bordered on too much. Instinctively, you tried to close your legs, but his powerful hands kept you pinned open, knees still pressed toward your shoulders.
Unconsciously, his powerful hips started grinding against the mattress in hopes of getting some stimulation against his aching dicks. He pulled back just enough to lock eyes with you, his four crimson irises burning with dark amusement. "It's getting very wet down here," he purred, voice rough and dripping with smug satisfaction. "And if my eyes don't deceive me...it appears to not be just blood." He dipped one thick finger deep inside you, curling it slowly before pulling it out. A thick, glistening string of your mixed arousal and blood stretched between his finger and your pulsing entrance. He held it up for you to see, watching it glisten in the low light with a predatory smirk. "Care to explain?" Teasingly, He dragged his lips up and down your pussy to catch your wetness and watch you shiver.
"S-shut up, you asshole," you gasped, turning your face away in embarrassment. 'He's just fucking with me. How else am I supposed to feel when he's eating me out like this?' Sukuna didn't move. The lack of his tongue and the heavy silence made your stomach twist - he was definitely pissed off. Without warning, he sank his teeth into your inner thigh. You squealed at the sharp sting, the sudden bite sending a jolt straight to your core. "Sukuna, no teeth!" you shouted, caught completely off guard. He had promised.
He spat messily onto your pussy, watching with rapt attention as the warm saliva mixed with your blood and arousal before trailing down toward your ass. “Fuck!” You moaned out in shock as you trembled from the unexpected sensation. You could feel his desperate panting merely a hair away from your pussy. ‘What a dog’ You tease him inwardly before planning your escape. Fruitlessly, you attempted to wriggle free, pushing weakly at his head, but it was useless. Sukuna easily caught your wrists and pinned them to the bed above your head with one set of arms. "Keep your hands to yourself, brat," he growled against your thigh, breath hot and heavy. "Don't disturb me when I'm eating. You know better." Then he was back at it.
”M’sorryy sorry ahhh p-please! F-forgive me, S’kuna~!” Your panicked mind made you beg for his forgiveness in hopes of getting mercy. His dicks positively throbbed at your begging. Sukuna was always weak for the sound of prey on their last legs still trying until the very end. His wicked tongue returned with renewed ferocity - lapping, sucking, and fucking into you with filthy determination. He devoured every drop that spilled from you, moaning loudly as fresh blood and slick coated his tongue. The obscene wet sounds of his feasting filled the room, mingled with his labored, hungry breaths. Your body trembled under the assault. Tears cling to your lashes threatening to fall. It was all too much and yet not enough. "G-gentle please..." you whined pitifully, voice breaking into a desperate moan as his tongue curled deep inside you again, stroking along your walls and coaxing more of your essence onto his tongue.
But gentleness was a distant concept to him right now.
Every time he pulled back to breathe, you could see the dark, euphoric haze in his eyes, the way his pupils had swallowed nearly all the red. Your acrylic nails dug into the sheets, toes curling helplessly in the air as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you. Every moan he made sent fresh vibrations through your core, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Sukuna was utterly consumed by you. By your taste, your scent, the way your pussy fluttered and bled for him. And he had no intention of stopping until he had wrung every last drop from your body.
"Kunaaa, p-please..." you whined desperately, trying to buck your hips up toward his mouth in hopes of steering his wicked tongue toward your throbbing clit. 'He has more than enough hands to do it' you thought with mounting frustration, your normally relaxed face now scrunched up with wrinkles of need. One pair of Sukuna's eyes flicked upward to meet yours, acknowledging you for a brief moment, but it wasn't enough. His abs twitched from his restraint. He remained utterly focused on devouring the blood and slick leaking from your pussy, moaning greedily with every lap. It wasn't enough.
Frustrated beyond reason, you reached down and grabbed a fistful of his pink hair, trying to tug him higher toward your clit. That was a mistake. Sukuna pulled back instantly, eyes flashing with irritation. "I go at my pace, not yours," he snarled, delivering a sharp, mean slap to your thigh. The sting made you flinch and cry out, a fresh rush of wetness mixing with your blood. "Your womb has more to give to her Lord. Why stop?" he added arrogantly, already leaning back in. But then he saw it; your sniffle, the way your eyes grew glassy and pathetic, lips trembling. The sight hit him like a drug. He wanted to lick your tears away but he'd never want to see your face covered in blood so he reframed. Both of his dicks twitched hard beneath his abdomen, jumping with sudden, violent interest. You looked so vulnerable.
"M-my Lord, please...I w-want to cum," you hiccuped, voice breaking as you reached for the hem of your burgundy camisole enticingly. Your big, beautiful teary eyes looked up at him pleadingly, nipples already peaked under your shirt from arousal and the use of his title?! Sukuna paused. The combination was lethal. With a low grunt, he released your knees from their pinned position against your shoulders. You sighed in relief as the tension was removed. Instead, he used two large hands to press your thighs wide open in a spread eagle position, pinning them firmly to the bed. The new angle left you completely exposed once again, your bloody, glistening pussy on full display for him. You tugged it up and off, revealing your soft, cute breasts. He didn't regret a thing.
"Thank you, my Lord," you whispered sweetly, giving him your brightest, most innocent smile. Sukuna scoffed, though his gaze lingered hungrily on your bare chest. "Why should I care, hmm?" He tutted condescendingly, his fingers hovering teasingly over your pussy before sliding slowly up your torso instead. His touch left bloody smears across your skin. "You're just that desperate to cum for me?" You whined helplessly, squirming under his touch. He chuckled, the sound dark and mocking. "You are simply feeding me," he continued, voice dripping with hypocrisy as both of his dicks throbbed visibly, leaking and aching to bury themselves inside you. "It's shameful of you to get so aroused from such an act." Sukuna tried to laugh only to be abruptly stopped by his stomach mouth saying loud and clear, “Hypocrite.” In due time, Sukuna would deal with him. Maybe even fasten its lips shut permanently for uttering such lowly words,
"Then can you...with your fingers?" you asked coyly snapping him out of his schemes, pinching and rolling your nipples between your fingers to further sway his judgment. "For me?" You squished your breasts together, pushing them up invitingly. It was almost comical how quickly the blood rushed from Sukuna's head straight down to his dicks. He let out a rough grunt, the back of his neck flushing a shade of pink. His usual arrogance cracked for just a second, betraying how affected he truly was by your body and your sweet pleas. "Insolent little brat," he muttered, though there was no real heat behind it. His thumbs spread your folds open again, exposing your swollen, clit and fluttering entrance.
"Entertain me as compensation," Sukuna commanded, voice low and expectant. You obliged without hesitation. You arched your back beautifully for him, pushing your breasts higher as you played with them; pinching and rolling your nipples between your fingers just the way he liked. "Mhmm a-anything, Kuna~!" You whined out unabashedly. Sukuna plunged two thick fingers deep into your slick, pussy in one smooth thrust, curling them expertly against your g-spot. The stretch was immediate and delicious, drawing a loud moan from your throat. “Enjoy it while it lasts. I won’t be so lenient next time, brat.” Sukuna's fingers were devastatingly precise as he pumped them in and out, stroking that sensitive spot with practiced accuracy while his thumb occasionally brushed near your swollen clit out of pity.
"Inside your cunt," he growled, thrusting deep before pulling them out, "And into my mouth." Sukuna pulled his fingers out slowly, coated in a glistening mix of your blood and arousal. Without breaking eye contact, he brought them to his lips and sucked them clean, moaning deeply at the rich, coppery-sweet taste. His eyes fluttered with pleasure. "F-fuck...ahhh! My Lord always mhmm makes me feel so good," you moaned breathlessly. "No mortal could c-compare." You continued to put on a show for him rolling your pert nipples between your fingers. Sukuna's lips curved into a satisfied smirk around his fingers.
"That's right. Decided to be a good girl for a change, hmm?" Sukuna said condescendingly as he watched you squeeze your eyes shut with a shameless nod of your head. Eagerly, he dipped them back into your pussy, thrusting harder this time, scissoring and curling with careful precision. Every withdrawal was deliberate; he wanted to savor the way your walls clenched around him, milking more of that precious crimson nectar onto his skin. He didn't want to admit it but his sharp teeth were catching on his fingertips. At the back of his pussy drunk mind he knew he should withdraw but nothing in this world could keep him away from you. Even if it meant that his need to consume you only grew day by day.
Each time he pulled out, he gorged on your blood, tongue dragging between each digit to catch every drop. The wet, filthy sounds of his fingers plunging into your pussy filled the room, accompanied by your desperate whimpers and his low, appreciative groan.
He repeated the motion again and again - fingering you with devastating skill, pulling out to taste, then diving back in. Sometimes he'd spread his fingers inside you, opening you up so more blood and slick could flow freely for him to collect. Your thighs trembled, hips twitching helplessly against his hand as pleasure coiled tighter in inside. Sukuna watched you with dark, hungry fascination, four eyes drinking in every twitch, every moan, every way you played with your breasts to please him. He was utterly focused, treating your body like a feast he intended to savor drop by drop. Both of Sukuna's dicks were leaking profusely, the precum slicking them as they rubbed against each other with delicious, heated friction. He hadn't realized just how desperate tasting you had made him. An animalistic hiss came from his throat as he felt them strain against his boxers.
The flow of your blood had started to wane. Sukuna snarled utterly unhappy. The scent was still so potent so why couldn’t he have it all? Suddenly, a firm hand pressed down against your soft lower belly. You almost choked on your saliva at the sensation. ‘His fingers are right there. If he keeps this up I’ll cum’ You thought to yourself as your inner walls squeezed even tighter around him. Perfect. Sukuna would be sure to get what he wants. His stomach mouth had thoroughly devoured your used tampon, yet the pangs of an insatiable hunger still gnawed at him. Sukuna's ears rang, drowning out your helpless pleas for more. His fingers suddenly stilled inside you, then withdrew completely. In their place, his mouth descended once more. "S'kuna mhmmm n-need youu~" Your pitifully moaned out at the loss.
The new renewed stream of blood stopped prematurely once more despite his additional pressure on your belly. With vicious suction, Sukuna latched onto your clit with vicious suction, hoping the overwhelming pleasure would distract him from the darker urges clawing at his mind. It barely helped. He licked broad stripes along your vulva and clit once more, deliberately avoiding your dripping entrance for a few torturous moments, savoring the way you squirmed. Then he sucked hard on your clit again and the pressure in your belly broke.
Your orgasm crashed over you slowly at first, a deep, building wave that made your thighs shake violently. Sukuna didn't let up. He kept the suction firm and perfect, tongue flicking rapidly against the swollen bud even as your walls clenched and pulsed, fresh blood and slick flooding his mouth. You tried to push his head away, overwhelmed, but his head remained firmly in place. "Kuna—ahhh! Sukuna!" you screamed, writhing beneath him as the pleasure stretched out, cresting again and again in prolonged, shuddering waves. Your body arched sharply, toes curling, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Every lap of his tongue, every vibration of his deep moans against your core, dragged the orgasm longer, turning it into something almost torturous in its intensity.
"What do you say when I make you feel good, brat?" Sukuna growled against your pussy, voice rough and shaking with the effort of restraining himself, "Manners are important, or in the future I will refrain-"
"Thank you, my Lord!" you sobbed, tears finally slipping down your flushed cheeks as another aftershock ripped through you. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." You continued to thank him like a mantra so he wouldn't ruin your orgasm. "There's my good girl." He watched you with bloodlust-filled eyes, fists clenched so tightly his nails drew blood from his own palms. Your prey-like fragility: chest heaving, breasts jiggling softly with every labored breath, small frame shivering and twitching from the overstimulation he had caused was simply intoxicating. It made both his dicks twitch violently.
With a low grunt, Sukuna lifted you effortlessly using one set of arms and repositioned himself against the headboard, pulling you onto his abdomen so you straddled him. The scorching heat of his two massive dicks radiated against your ass, making you flinch. 'It's been a while. I don't think I could even take one' your orgasm-hazy mind panicked.
"Cease that," he ordered, noticing the overthinking in your eyes with a flick of his thumb against your forehead. "Ow! But it won't fit." You complained whilst cradling your forehead, still catching your breath. "It has been too long since our last copulation," he said firmly, large hands gripping your hips. "What I ask of you is to let him have a turn. Understand?" Before you could fully process his words, you felt a familiar, wet intrusion from below. Sukuna had granted his stomach mouth permission. The thick, agile tongue pushed inside your sensitive pussy, reaching far deeper than any normal tongue could. It curled and explored greedily under Sukuna's watchful control.
"K-Kuna, I'm still—ahhh—sensitive!" you complained, voice breaking into a whimper. The stomach mouth was relentless, slurping and drinking everything you offered with obscene enthusiasm. It thrusted deeper, pressing firmly against your cervix, making you clench hard around the invading muscle. "T-too deep! Not there, K-kunaaa! Ahhhhh~!" You winced, trying to lift yourself off his abdomen, but his hands forced you back down, grinding you against the hungry mouth. Sukuna's head lolled back against the headboard, a deep "Fuckkkk." rumbling from his chest at the sight of your overwhelmed expression. His hands moved to your ass, spreading you wider to give his stomach mouth even better access. The tongue fucked deeper into you with wet, messy strokes, drinking your blood and slick like the finest nectar.
"I want your decidual cast," Sukuna said cruelly, eyes gleaming with dark hunger even as you trembled in overstimulation. "T-think rationally please—" you moaned, another wave of overwhelming sensation crashing through you. But rationality had long since left him. His stomach mouth continued its feast, curling and thrusting with precise, devastating movements and penetrating into your cervix even just briefly making you claw Sukuna's chest with a silent scream on your lips. “S'too mushhh!” You cried out with drool leaking out the side of your mouth trying desperately to make him slow down. Sukuna's upper hands roamed your body, one toying with your bottom lip, wiping away your drool, the other groping and squeezing your breast. He watched every twitch, every tear, every desperate moan with possessive satisfaction, his own dicks throbbing painfully as he fought the primal urge to bite down on your soft, fragile flesh.
The pleasure pain blurred together, drawing out your sensitivity until you were a trembling, sobbing mess on top of him; exactly where he wanted you.
Weakly, your arms patted at Sukuna's broad chest, a silent plea for mercy as the overstimulation became unbearable. Your screams had long since faded into hoarse, breathless gasps and then silent, open mouthed cries. Sukuna's stomach mouth was terribly mean, hammering against your cervix with deep, powerful thrusts. It curled slurping and drinking every drop of blood and slick that your body offered. It had a mind of its own - boundless appetite driving it to devour you from the inside out, battering that sensitive spot with wet, obscene sounds that echoed through the room.
You were barely holding on, body jolting with every brutal plunge. "Shitttt..." Sukuna groaned out against the headboard his vision getting cloudier by the second. The constant pressure and friction against your cervix sent sharp, overwhelming waves of pleasure-pain shooting through you. You hadn’t noticed but amidst this harsh treatment you had another orgasm, spraying your wetness all over Sukuna. Normally, he would have cussed you out and forced you to clean it up with your tongue but he was just too far gone. Too caught up in you. Eventually, your strength gave out. You collapsed forward onto Sukuna's chest, face smushed adorably against his warm skin, breathing ragged and shallow. The sight of your cute, exhausted expression - cheeks flushed, lips parted and your sultry eyes half lidded - hit Sukuna like a lightning strike.
He hadn't expected it. The combination of your soft breasts squishing against him, your trembling body completely surrendered, and the raw vulnerability in your flushed face completely caught him off guard. A sudden, violent orgasm ripped through him untouched. Sukuna's entire body seized up. "Damn brat-!" Both of his dicks throbbed hard, pulsing as thick ropes of cum erupted from them, soaking through his boxers and spilling messily down his waist and onto the sheets beneath you. The pleasure blindsided him. Sukuna's back arched slightly, a choked grunt escaping his throat as wave after wave crashed over him. His four eyes widened in rare surprise, pupils blown wide.
The unexpected release left him trembling beneath you, powerful muscles twitching uncontrollably. He hadn't cum untouched in centuries. The shock of it. Of being reduced to this by nothing more than your cute, spent face and the feel of your body against his, left him momentarily dazed. "S'kunaa..." Your wasted voice called out to him. Only then did a sliver of clarity return. With a low, possessive snarl, he finally reined in his stomach mouth, pulling you off the greedy appendage. The thick tongue gave one last reluctant slurp before retreating. It wasn’t too displeased since you had so graciously given it a ring of your wetness at the base of it to enjoy whilst Sukuna hogged you for attention once more. Gently, Sukuna laid you beside him on the bed, his arms surprisingly careful as he watched you continue to shake and twitch, tear tracks glistening on your pretty cheeks. You clung to him weakly, face still buried in the valley between his pectorals.
He nudged your head softly with his own, a rare, wordless apology. A soft sigh escaped him. You scrunched your nose at the strong metallic scent of your period blood clinging to his face. Reflexively, your arm pushed him back slightly. " 'S'kay...my cramps have subsided a lil," you whispered, voice barely audible, eyes still closed in exhaustion. Sukuna leaned in again, clearly seeking a kiss, but you expertly turned your head away. "Kuna, you promised. Go clean up," you giggled breathlessly, completely spent but amused.
"Can't," he replied in a strange, almost sheepish tone. Your eyes fluttered open in confusion. "What do you mean?" Then you saw it. Thick streaks of cum leaking from the waistband of his boxers, dripping down his waist and staining your pink sheets. The King of Curses had broken nearly every rule he'd implicitly agreed to in his frenzy. You stared for a beat, then sighed and delivered a swift kick between his legs.
"You damn brat!" Sukuna winced sharply, curling slightly from the lingering sensitivity of his unexpected orgasm. He was still too spent to snap back with his usual arrogance. "You came so much, Kuna..." you gasped, stifling a laugh. The sheer volume was impressive and a little ridiculous. It could have been inside you instead. "Don't laugh at me, woman," he scoffed, though his voice lacked its usual bite. "Know your place."
"What am I gonna do with you?" you asked through another soft laugh, reaching up to brush a strand of pink hair from his face. "Give me your decidual cast," he stated bluntly, as if it were a perfectly reasonable request. 'How is he still set on eating?! Where is he storing all those extra pounds?' Your eyebrows pinched at the thought. "In your dreams," you shot back with a tired smile. You pushed yourself up on wobbly legs, thighs still trembling from the intense overstimulation, and glanced back at the mess on the bed. Sukuna watched you with dark, possessive eyes sated for now, but clearly already thinking about the next time he could indulge.
Despite the chaos, the raw hunger, and the broken promises, there was a strange tenderness in the air. He had held back from truly harming you...and in his own twisted way, that was love.
You snatched your water bottle from the bedside table and drank like you'd just crossed a desert, gulping it down in desperate swallows until the last drop was gone. A satisfied gasp escaped you as you set the empty bottle aside. Next came the hard part. Unsteadily, you grabbed the edge of the ruined bedsheets and tugged, trying to yank them off with Sukuna still sprawled on the mattress like he owned it. He didn't budge. In fact, he looked downright amused, four eyes half-lidded as he watched you struggle, even pretending to rest them for a few extra seconds just to savor your efforts. It was nearly 4 a.m. after all.
"Kuna..." you whined, pulling harder. "Kunaaa, help me."
He cracked one eye open, huffed dramatically, and finally rose. “Always so damn loud.” Sukuna grumbled but complied. With minimal effort from his powerful frame, the sheets were stripped and bundled. You worked together, mostly you directing while he complied, to replace them with fresh ones. The old set went straight into the laundry basket. You instructed Sukuna to remove the stubborn blood stains with hydrogen peroxide, dabbing carefully (well as carefully as a behemoth of a man could be). Afterwards, Sukuna removed his cum soaked boxers and tossed your Hello Kitty panties in the wash after them.
You also made him dispose of the used pad despite his loud protests about wanting to keep it. "Most of this mess is your fault anyway," you reminded him sweetly, guilt-tripping him without shame. You pointed at the blooming bruises on your thighs and the clear bite marks he'd left behind. "Look at these bruises on my thighs," you said, pointing dramatically. "And the bite marks. I was in so much pain. You had a duty to be gentle with me..." One of Sukuna’s eye twitched. "I am sensitive to the insufferable whining of a pretty girl," he muttered, as if it physically pained him. Softly, you kissed his sternum while making a show of holding your nose because of how bad he stinks. He complied anyway, tossing the pad into the bin with exaggerated reluctance much to your delight.
Once the bedroom was up to your standards, Sukuna scooped you up with his upper set of arms (the ones that had stayed relatively clean) and carried you toward the bathroom. The moment you flicked on the light, both of you were greeted by your reflections.
You burst into giggles.
Sukuna looked like a horror painting: blood smeared across his chin, streaked over his cheeks, coating the fingers of his lower hands, your murder mitts had left scratches all over his shoulders and chest too. His pink hair was a wild mess. You weren't much better; blood on your hips and side where he'd gripped you earlier, your own hair sticking up in every direction, and tear tracks still visible on your flushed cheeks. "Not another sound," Sukuna growled, a rare flush creeping up his neck. "The King of Curses can't help but be a messy eater, huh?" you teased, still giggling as he set you down on the bathroom counter. “Where are your manners?” You continue to tease despite his silence. He shot you a half-hearted glare but said nothing, turning to run the bath instead.
While the tub was filling, he joined you again and kissed a trail from your delicate ankles all the way up to your inner thigh. Your greedy eyes followed his movements ‘My landing strip looks a lot more fuller than usual’ you think inwardly as you look down between your legs, not thinking much of it. Your greedy eyes watched Sukuna’s every move until he finally presses a firm kiss to your pussy in thanks. Rather sweetly, he looks up at you with a grin. Your mouth was slack in shock at how tender he was being. “I have you know I am very mannerable.” You can only nod in shock at his display. Maybe he did miss you.
The tub was far too small for both of you, so you improvised. He sat you down inside of the tub and added a generous amount of your favourite bubble bath. Loudly, warm water filled the tub as steam rose around you. Like clockwork, Sukuna found himself leaning down for a kiss in compensation for helping you, only for you to place a firm hand on his chest. "Mouthwash. All of it." You handed him a fresh bottle to his dismay. "I refuse to give to you kisses if your breath stinks like that." Sukuna stared at the bottle like it had personally offended him, but after a dramatic sigh he complied, swishing the entire thing with theatrical reluctance. The strong mint scent soon overpowered the metallic tang that had been clinging to him.
"Happy now, woman?" he grumbled once he was done, leaning down so his face hovered near yours. His four eyes softened just a fraction as he took in your tired but smiling expression. You reached up, cupping one side of his face some water splashing out the tub onto the floor (you didn’t seem to care). "Much better." Leaning in, you finally gave him a kiss - gentle, affectionate, and far sweeter than anything that had happened earlier that night. Sukuna all but moaned into the kiss all too happy to finally be granted his request. Sukuna's arms wrapped around you instinctively, careful not to press too hard on your sore body. He was making a mess of the floor too but who cares. Despite the blood, the mess, and his monstrous appetites, these quiet moments always reminded you why you stayed.
The King of Curses might be terrifying to the world, but with you, he was learning how to be gentle.
Sukuna sat on a sturdy stool beside the tub, washing the remnants of blood from his body with a basin of warm, soapy water. You were mid-scrub when you glanced down between your own legs and froze. “Oh my god! I forgot to shave!” you yelped, mortified. Heat rushed to your face as the realization hit: he had been down there, face buried and feasting like it was his last meal, with your completely unshaven pussy.
Sukuna raised an eyebrow, looking utterly unbothered. “Shaving one’s pubic area is new to me,” he replied coolly, rinsing soap from his lower abdomen. “It didn’t prove to be an issue when I was between your thighs earlier. Either pleases me.” You let out a scream and dramatically tried to sink beneath the bathwater to drown in your watery shame. Bubbles floated up as you submerged yourself. A fond chuckle rumbled from Sukuna’s chest. One large hand gently but firmly pulled your head back above the surface so you wouldn’t suffocate. He leaned in and peppered surprisingly soft kisses to the crown of your wet head.
He kept his face close to you as you tuned in the bath to face him your noses brushing together as your foreheads touched. “Do you like bush?” you asked once you caught your breath, grinning despite your embarrassment. Sukuna’s face crumpled in genuine confusion, all four eyes narrowing. “You always say the most absurd things,” he muttered, though the corner of his mouth twitched with amusement. He grabbed the washcloth and started helping you rinse the suds from your shoulders and back, his touch surprisingly gentle for someone who had just tried to devour your uterus. “So…I’ll take that as a yes?” you teased, already giggling. Sukuna only huffed to humour you and flicked a bit of soapy water at your nose.