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Sukuna was not known for his patience. The village he had threatened with his prowess had failed to deliver, so it was razed to the ground with dark magic. Fire raged, the smell of copper and ash prominent.
Never had burning flesh smelled so good. While he didn’t necessarily mind the taste of cooked meat, he often preferred bones and the marrow inside, sucking all the material out from the source and leaving clean, hollowed bones behind.
So he sat, cracking open and eviscerating the corpse of the spongy thing below him. It didn’t put up a fight like a sorcerer would have, nearly offering the wailing fleshbag it held in its arms as a sacrifice to him instead.
They were both dead in an instant, the crying stopping and the thing hold it dropping instantly to the ground. Four arms dug inside, eating the heart and liver before moving to tearing bones from connective ligaments and fibres inside. They cracked deliciously, fresh marrow greeting his tongue as he greedily ate. The tiny fleshy thing he could eat in one bite - small, supple and soft.
As he ate, he could feel the approach of cursed energy long before it made it to him. It was easy for him to move out of the way, letting the paper tags hit a building beside him. He stood to greet his opponent, grinning as he waited to see who or what was trying to seal him in flimsy pieces of paper.
As they approached, the scent of incense and perfume oils hit him next before another barrage of talismans. He avoided, shifting again quickly as a skilled set of hands came to greet him behind the barrage.
A priestess, he noticed. One from a neighboring village. One with a decent skillset to be fun to play with. It had more fight than any of the other things in the village.
This one would be terribly fun to play with.
“You’ve come to try too?” His tone was condescending. It was a woman, a body made to bear younglings was no match for a man - a man who hunted and ate her kind readily.
“I’ll try, and succeed!” Sukuna watched as the woman used her cursed energy in her feet, launching herself at him with a speed he was surprised to see. Was she actually a priestess, or something else? Excitement coursed through him.
This would be terribly fun, indeed.
You, however, were not thrilled at the prospect of dealing with this monster. You had heard the legends, had seen the evidence left behind by this monster. The villagers had sent someone to gather your aid, but they had found you much too slowly.
Their village was gone, washed in a sea of red and flames that licked at your hakama and singed your hair the more you fought this monster.
He was laughing, however, laughing and toying with you as you failed to get a single hit on this large beast. His four arms were fast, wicked at casting his own cursed energy and using the trident he carried as a channel for his cursed power.
Stabbing his trident into the ground created a lightning strike of energy that cracked and seared the ground, light coming from the fissures as it sought to tear you asunder. Your priestess wand at your back was used, a quick chant dispelling a bulk of the energy and creating a barrier around you to keep you safe.
Another chant and a wave of your wand at Sukuna sent a different type of cursed energy his way, it singing his skin and hair in the attack.
He grinned at your efforts, happy to see someone putting up a fight.
A thousand years versus your short life was nothing. You were a drop in the bucket next to his immeasurable strength. But you couldn’t stop. Not now.
You grimaced as a swath of energy made contact with you. The blow was weak compared to what he was capable of, you knew. He could have torn you to shreds, and instead it had ripped and bloodied your skin only on a surface level; itching and scratching its way onto your skin like a thorn caught in your clothing. Blood tainted your white kosode, and you swore you saw the monster lick his lips as he watched the red pool spread.
Disgusting.
You screamed in frustration, grabbing more talismans and imbueing them with energy, throwing them to his direction in hopes to strike. You were angry. Angry that you were weak against something like this, angry that you weren’t strong enough to take him on. Angry that he was toying with you, and not giving you his all.
“Giving up already?” He was behind you, breath tickling the shell of your ear as he enjoyed this. Enjoying the idea of you giving up before he broke you completely.
You spun on your heel, readying your fist only for one of his four to make contact with your gut. The hit was solid, painful. He sent you rolling, gasping for breath between retching stomach acid as you tried to steel yourself, to get up and fight again.
“Come on. You can do it.” Sukuna’s large body was a strange silhouette against the flames. Large, imposing shadow that stalked closer to you with each step.
Wiping your mouth, you stood, chest heaving before you took off on foot again, attempting to gain distance between you and the terrible monster you foolishly tried to fight. But you were a priestess, a shaman, a guiding hand for the gods and their people. You had to help the villagers.
Surely one of them would aid you in fighting this creature?!
Your thoughts compounded into a dizzying light show as his fist made contact with the back of your head. You toppled, moaning in pain as you tried to reorient yourself to where you had been to where you were now.
Stars swam in your vision, the world spinning and spinning as you tried. He was on top of you then, hand reaching to grab onto your hair while the other grabbed an arm. Sukuna lifted you like a child would a doll, holding your weight with your hair. He watched as your irises jerked back and forth, obviously stunned and dizzy from such a blow to the head.
“Keep going. We’re not done yet.”
He dropped you on your ass, watching to see what happened next. You kicked his kneecaps with your cursed energy coursing through your feet, scooting back on the dirt with the force.
Sukuna buckled, catching himself before he toppled completely. It looked like you weren't out of surprises. You took the opportunity to run again, grabbing hold of the wand that had been discarded when you'd been hit.
Turning his attention on you, his mouth upturned into a wicked grin, teeth sharp as he took the sight of you in. Red stained your kosode, dirt and blood had smeared onto your face and into your hair. The flames that burned behind you whipped your hair into a frenzy, some sticking to the blood on your face. Your shoulders were rising quickly with every breath you took, breath rasping, lungs burning from the ash and smoke in the air.
You looked wild, desperate for him to be defeated.
It was a good look for you. Too bad he was going to rip that defiance from you. Sukuna was on you suddenly, grabbing the back of your kosode and roughly throwing you without abandon.
He tossed you, like trash to the wind. The angle you landed after being tossed broke something in your leg, the impact of the hit further knocking the breath from you. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, the pain in your belly and now your head and leg almost too much for you.
You couldn't breathe. The burning of the smoke and heat worked terribly against you. You couldn't seem to catch your breath after such a rough landing. Had your ribs cracked too? Everything hurt.
You tried to get up, to run, but the fracture made it terribly difficult. It was compound, the bone jutting from your skin as it bled heavily. This was it, wasn’t it? You’d be killed like everyone else, as if you were nothing, like a fly on manure.
This was all your life had led up to. All your training and your devotion to the gods, null and void. Maybe they’d be more rewarding in the afterlife.
You had managed to scoot back some before Sukuna’s foot landed on the same patch of belly he had punched so violently earlier. He dug his heel in, watching your face contort as your hands gripped at his calf, nails digging into his muscle before you managed to slap one of the purifying talismans onto his leg in a petty show of revenge.
It burned, sizzling his flesh and making his leg slightly heavier than it was just a moment ago. You tossed more onto him, using the last of your cursed energy to imbue the talismans that only slowed him down, that only slowed the inevitable.
There was the fight he wanted. There was the last bit of resolve that clung to some mortals! This is what he was looking for. He let the talismans burn into him, allowing the material to sink and tie to his flesh like it meant something.
“Are you thinking that this will weaken me for the next shaman? I can see it on your face.” He mocked you, his tone high and nasally, “‘I did it! I locked some of his power away!’ You’re thinking. But you don’t realize that your cursed energy is just the bite of a flea for me.”
Your eyes met his, widening a bit as the talismans faded into ash and smoke, just like the village and houses around him. They did nothing to stop him, to faze him and his power.
“Then just kill me, and get it over with!”
This surprised him, too. Most people begged for their lives. And despite your tears, despite the tremoring in your muscles from the shock and pain, the glare you gave him sent a tingle of excitement down his spine. He wanted to play with you more. Clearly you weren’t broken.
Yet.
He laughed, insanity marking his features as his arms gripped at his sides. You were shell-shocked, disgusted, the look on your face a mix of horror and the urge to retch at seeing him in a state like this.
“I haven’t given you permission to die just yet, you little whore.”
Your expression blanked as it took time to register what he said. The horror and disgust quickly faded, embarrassment and anger taking its place, flushing your face red like an apple.
“You can’t just take permission away for something like that! For what you’ve done to my leg, I’ll die anyway if you let me live!” Infection would set in, she knew. She had seen it many times, and with her inability to tend to it as she was, it was mostly certainly going to be a problem. “Fuck you! You fucking monster!”
“Is that what you want? Is that why you sought me out, knowing you’d die? All you had to do was ask in the first place - you women are all the same.”
This time, you really wanted to get away. You clawed at him more, once again getting yanked up by the hair before his free arms did away with your clothes, tossing them into the inferno for them to never be seen again.
Blood and dirt clung to your skin, painting you in vivid shades of red and rust colored flakes that disappeared with he ran his hand over the spots that bled the most. He looked at your leg, wanting to give you another chance to use. Another chance for him to hunt you down like the dog you were.
He cracked the bone back into place, listening to you cry out at the sudden pain before healing it with his Reverse technique. “Good as new. Now let’s put it to good use.”
Sukuna had always been a predator, but this was different. You were in his sights now, a free meal from a feisty thing… and he had plans to get his dick wet, too.
He still held you by the hair, your tiny hands grasping at the arm holding you up for leverage. One hand palmed your breast, sharp claws trailing down skin, slicing it open before he roughly pinched at a nipple, toying and playing as he saw fit.
You tried to press your thighs together when you realised just what exactly was happening. While one hand held your hair and the other roughly played with your breasts, the other two free ones found their way to your thighs. One pried your legs open after you had pressed them shut while the other pressed against your cunt, two fingers immediately digging inside your entrance as a mouth formed on his palm to suck and lick at your clit.
Your mouth opened wordlessly, first in pain at the intrusion before the sensations changed entirely.
“Not even a little turned on? At least you’re a virgin - you miko always are. More fun for me.” He searched your face for a stronger reaction before he moved his hand at a bruising pace. Your body bounced as his palm made contact, breasts bouncing tantalizingly in his face. You couldn’t help the whimpers and gasps he tore from your lips, the hand-tongue skillful in its ministrations while his hand rocked your body on his fingers.
Blood soaked his digits at first, but the longer the hand-mouth suckled and lapped at your flesh, the easier it was for him to gain the right kind of friction against your walls, and the more your voice rose in pitch as he worked your flesh.
“Stop. Just, stop!” Your voice whined at the end of your sentence, skin flushing as the sounds of his fingers thrusting into you became wetter. You shouldn’t be enjoying this violation, but his skillful fingers curled, finding a spongy spot before he purposefully aimed there.
Your toes curled and you saw much different stars than you had before. Biting your lip to keep from making more noise, it soon became impossible as he drove you to a high. The pain in your scalp and the pain in your abused nipples only added to the sensation, the tongue below working you over.
Your voice was high, shrill as it finally broke, body jerking in his hold as a rush of slick met his fingers and palm. He showed no signs of stopping, adding a third finger before continuing his onslaught.
It was too much. Simply too much stimulation, painful almost as his fingers continued assaulting that same, spongy spot. He wanted to see your expression as you came apart on his fingers, as next it would be something else. Sukuna was already hard at the images in his head of you under him, hypnotized by the sight of it all.
“You’re the perfect little whore, aren’t you?” You jerked and flailed in his hold, eyes sinched shut tightly as if to shut him out. He leaned forward, teeth nipping and grazing at your nipples that bounced in front of his eyes, sucking roughly and in time with the one toying at your cunt.
“G-gods help me..!” Your body fluttered around his fingers at the sudden extra stimulation, the way they worked in tandem to break your will down. Your voice broke from the harshness of his ministrations, your eyes rolling a bit into the back of your head. “Nnngh! S-Sukuna.”
Another tingle went straight down the man’s spine, the robing he wore tenting to show the massive size of his cock as he watches you come undone. Your voice keens, high pitched as your hips rock involuntarily against his rough hands and fingers.
His own eyes closed for just a moment, listening to and smelling the mortal before him in such a state. He could fuck you like this until you died, but he was growing impatient, wanting to dig into you and use you as he saw fit.
You jerked roughly, legs and toes straightening out as you come again, Sukuna never stopping his pace until he’s worked you through it, your body going limp in his hold. He finally stills, fingers still pressed against your walls and reaching much further than you ever had with your experiments in the dark.
Unlatching from your nipple, he watches your chest rise and fall in heavy, unsteady breaths before finally pulling his slicked fingers out you and lying you down on the dirt. He positioned himself over you, caging you in entirely. One set of hands were blocking your head while the others were wrapped around your middle. He couldn’t decide how he wanted to take you - everything he thought of all sounded appealing at the moment.
He caught your gaze, half lidded and cheeks flushed red, mouth parted as your breathing returned to normal. “I could see this everyday. A well-fucked whore for me to come home to.” Sukuna laughed again, teasing you about the possibilities of your future. Surely you just expected to be killed after this… But he was beginning to think of other things to occupy his time with.
What better way to cause fear and suffering than to deny death to someone who would clearly want to die in said situation? Death with him would be a release - he wouldn’t allow a pet to die.
Panic and bile rose in your throat. Hadn’t he already violated you enough? You wanted to go home, back before you ever became a priestess, before you ever had to deal with monsters like this.
Adjusting your bodies, he threw one of your legs over his giant shoulder, opening his robing to free his turgid length, precum beading the flushed tip. Your eyes widened at the sight, your eyes flicking up to his in a silent question, ‘how the fuck will that fit?!’
He laughed. “Don’t worry - it always fits.”
Guiding it to you, he rubbed the tip of his cock over your puffy lips, rubbing the head against your swollen clit. He watched as your body jerked at the sensation, eyes predatory and hungry as he drank the sight in. He quickly moved to prod at your entrance, slipping the head in. One hand gripped onto your leg, keeping it in place as he positioned himself before thrusting as much as he could into the hole before him.
A low groan rumbled through his chest, but your mouth opened in a cry at the intrusion. It hurt, it stretched you further than his fingers had, leaving behind a burning sensation and the feeling of simply being too full.
“Tight little pussy like this is hard to come by.” Sukuna strained, instinct urging him to surge forward into space that would absolutely break you for good. Instead he pressed his face into your leg, biting and nipping at the flesh there while one hand reached to play with your clit as he sat still while inside you.
It was maddening. The pleasure broke through the pain, your walls clenching around him as he refused to move. Why was he waiting? Soon the pain was gone, another sensation taking its place. Your hips rolled of their own accord to gain friction, even just a little bit of something.
Traitorous.
Sukuna didn’t anything else than that to get started. His hips snapped back before surging forward again, filling you to the brim with the motion. His pace was not kind or gentle, the tip of his cock pressing harshly into your cervix every time he pressed inside.
Your cries were pained, his body too big for you. It obviously stoked a fire in Sukuna, a low growl starting in his chest as he fucked you.
One hand reached for your throat, the other reaching down to toy with your clit while he rut into you. The mix of sensation coiled into your belly, your voice shuddering, broken cries leaving your lips. The pain mixed with pleasure easily, his length now deliciously dragging your walls and stimulating all the right spots.
The hand holding your leg let go, two gripping onto your hips to position you for a better, deeper angle. His hips were able to press fully against yours at the new position, the sound of your moans and wet skin hitting filling the air now.
The demon above you watched as your face contorted with the new position, mouth opening to cry silently before your body shuddered, cunt tightening around him, pulling him in deeper as you came undone. Your blunted nails dug into the dirt before you reached for him for support, gripping and scratching at his arms as if your life depended on it.
He fucked you through it, leaning down to bite and lick at the crook of your neck. Sharp teeth easily tore the skin, blood greeting his tongue at a steady pace with your rapid heartbeat. Sukuna's steady pace was breaking, his thrusts getting more erratic as your walls still gripped at him with his fingers roughly rubbing your clit.
You whined and moaned in his ear, eventually biting at him on some baser instincts, teeth barely leaving marks in his thick skin. "Gonna fill your belly up with my baby. You little slut, perfect for breeding."
His breath tickled your ear, low, breathy moans following behind before his hand around your neck tightened. You could feel it then, heat spilling into you as he thrust a few times through it before kissing your cervix again, filling you deeply and fully.
Your bodies were still, his grip loosening on your neck before the hand that played your clit slapped the sensitive little nub, your body lurching at the rough treatment.
"Hold your legs." It wasn't an request, but an order. You obliged before thinking about the why, holding your legs at the thighs and pulling them to you. His now soft length dragged against you as he pulled out, an involuntary shudder wracking your body. His eyes locked onto the sight of your stretched and filled hole, quite a bit of his seed dripping down your ass and onto the dirt as you were filled to the brim.
Now, what to do with you? What to do with you indeed. His thumb idly slid inside your cunt, plugging you back up as he debated.
"You know, the fools here were to offer a woman for me to eat. They left to get you, didn't they? Instead of offering one of their women, you were sent instead. Tell me - do you think it was to fight me or because you're a, well, you were, a virgin priestess? Too bad I killed them so fast."
Pulling his thumb out, he hoisted you up before shoving his thumb on your mouth, wiping his seed onto your tongue. "You were a much better sacrifice than the women here."
You stared at him like a fish, mouth agape as the idea of them using *you* for this was impossible. It had to have been. You pulled your head away from his hand. "They wouldn't do that!"
"Why wouldn't they? These people were their family, and you? Just a stranger. A stranger who can fight off someone like me." He grinned, teeth sharp, face absolutely demonic as he planted seeds of distrust. "A perfectly good stranger to throw to the wolf." He scooped you into his arms suddenly, holding you close despite your flailing and screaming.
"I think I'm going to keep you for a while. All the other ones I've kept broke much too quickly. But you took me, all of me, like the perfect little wife."
You struggled in his hold, your arms pinned beneath his massive ones as he carried you away. Your flailing faltered, your limbs and body exhausted from fighting him, from the fucking he put you through. You did the only thing you could do - cry. You cried as this monster carried you, unsure of your future, unsure of how this thing would treat you. You knew he had taken women before, but to be his wife? Maybe it had happened to others, but it was the first time hearing it for you.
The gods did not help you, and this sorcerer had you firmly in his grasp. Marriage was a binding contract - he would own you.
Forever.