In the third year, you forgot to submit a "visual application" and they denied you once again. By this time you were starting to think the program was a scam and that there were just some creepy men behind the whole thing—tricking monster-fucking women into submitting intimate details about themself just for the hell of it.

It's not until this year that you realize this program was very much not a scam at all.

Your final attempt at getting into it was a success, resulting in that previously mentioned email that your eyes happily skimmed over. That, and you also had two other good friends who apparently had gotten accepted into it years ago, only deciding to spill the details of their experience now that you've been accepted.

"I had a great time when I went. Whatever you're thinking it is, I hope you know it's ten times better!" Yuki claimed. Apparently, she slept with some hybrid-wolf guy?

"No because I was actually upset they didn't send that one guy to me, y'know the one on the posters with the tentacles?" Your dearest Utahime had ranted. She got stuck with some dude with more eyes than arms—six to be exact—and evidently that turned her off from the whole experience.

Not that she didn’t go back a few times afterwards, though…

"Well, at least your monster had a face. I got a tentacle man but fuck, he was kinda boring since I was looking at a blank face the whole time." Your last acquaintance hummed in response to the previous statement.

There was a lot of information to take in and yet you were bright-eyed ‘n beaming with excitement upon listening to every little detail. This program asked its recruits for so much prior to acceptance due to the various things that could go oh-so-wrong.

After all, you were required to sign a waiver that said something about being okay with these tests possibly resulting in the loss of your own life. It was scary, sure. But you weren’t exactly thinking with your head whenever S.W.A.M. was involved.

Why would you be? One look at some hot, long-haired vampire who seemed to be the face of the program along with some other dark-haired brute with a freakishly long tongue, and your cunt was leading every decision of yours.

Not to mention the fact that this program housed all sorts of different types of monsters. Many were science experiments gone wrong and some were from entirely different worlds. And now that you were accepted into it, you'd finally be able to meet and sleep with one of them!

What could possibly go wrong?

——

"...Most have said it best if you follow their lead," Dr. Nanami Kento was in the middle of droning about while he led you to your designated "room of pleasure" or whatever he called it. "Some of our specimens here can be a bit... much to deal with, and if you'd like to walk out with the best experience possible, it is always advised that you let them do their thing and simply be compliant."

The two of you had been walking some lengthy hallway for what felt like hours now. Nanami was the first person to greet you upon your entry to the facility—which very much rivaled a prison on the outside, but looked to be a mix of a hospital and a hotel within its interior—and while you swear he's been walking you in circles, he's also explained to you a long list of rules that you'll need to keep in mind before you're to meet your monster.

All experiences in S.W.A.M. are unique and different. Even if two different people have slept with or been bred by the same monster, they both leave the program with two entirely dissimilar stories. 

Along the walk to your designated room, you passed by many others that gave you glimpses of how many differing species occupied this place. There were definitely a lot that looked nowhere near human, but there were also a considerable amount that seemed to be completely human.

Which Nanami clarified for you that they were certainly not.

At some point, the two of you had reached an elevator and after swiftly stepping onto it, Nanami calmly pressed the button for the twelfth floor. During this, you took notice of how some floors had names attached to them. The sixth floor was for hybrids, the eleventh floor was for the undead, and somewhere around the fifteenth floor included spirits and fae.

You naturally found all of this to be most fascinating, but in doing so, you missed the name of the floor the two of you were heading towards.

By the time the elevator creaked its way there, Nanami had let you step out first and then proceeded to remain in place with a stoic smile stitched across his face.

You swirled around with wide eyes, "Uh-, Dr. Nanami? Are you not coming with m—"

"Good luck," was the only, and last thing the man said to you before rapidly mashing at the lobby-level button to his right.

Then the doors shut in your face.

You stared at your slanted, shimmery reflection for a long moment before sighing and turning back around to the short hallway. There were three doors; one on the left that said Simurian, another on the right that read King of Curses, and the last one set in the middle which held your name on it.

You think your eyes stretched open impossibly wider upon seeing it.

Did all people get their own room like this? What the heck is a Simurian and just who the hell is the King of Curses? Why did Dr. Nanami leave you like that?? And what did he mean by good luck???

You were only here for sexualized testing, right?

Pushing all these questions of yours aside, you paced forward slowly. 

With every step you took, you couldn't help but notice how the door to your left seemed to be nearly ten feet tall. Over on your right, that door looked to be a few inches shorter but much wider.

Who or whatever occupied either room must have been freakishly huge. The thought of which makes you shudder before you finally slip into the human-sized door set for you.

Inside the room, you were met with a massive area. Everything looked as though it were twice your size—the bed, a table you end up walking past, a... a cuck chair(?), and a bunch of other stuff you didn't quite familiarize yourself with.

What caught your attention the quickest—aside from the large chair near the bed—was a file that was laid out on the only normally sized piece of furniture in the room, a dresser.

Curiously, you swiped up said file and were quick to open it. One of the papers inside fluttered out and elsewhere as soon as you did so, but you didn't pay it any mind since the first page inside captured all of your attention rather quickly.

It was a profile for someone named Dabura Karaba.

A picture of the man-, or, alien—as you come to know within the next few seconds of reading—sits up near the top left corner of the page.

There's a shit ton of information about him plastered all throughout the rest of the paper, going on to extend towards the back of it, and even a few more pages afterwards. But you skim over the majority of that just to read the details listed about his genitals.

Gross Morphology: The phallus is retractile, measuring at approximately 7-9 cm in total length (base to tip), with a circumference of 6.5 cm at mid-shaft—when flaccid. The organ falls under the spectrum of beige in color [HEX: #c2b6a1 for reference — intermittently a hue lighter or darker dependent on lighting], with twisting veins that pulse at roughly 20 bpm—presumably reflecting circulatory activity. The hemisphere of the glans measure at about 5.7 cm in width, and secretes a viscous, petroleum-like lubricant (pH 7.5-8.0). The membrane is. . .

You think your mouth is watering by the time your eyes return to their skimming, one too many scientific words printed out across the paper for your concern.

That is, until the word erectile seems to stand out in its bold letters before you.

Erectile Dynamics: Upon arousal (typically triggered by pheromonal, faint tactile, or visual stimuli) the glans reaches hues up to HEX: #7f737c — mimicking that of a flushed state. The phallus has then been measured to broaden rapidly, extending the full, non-curved, erect length of—

Unfortunately for your curiosity, your reading is cut quite short when the loud sound of something thumping against the wall causes you to flinch and redirect your eyes elsewhere. Though, you’re pretty sure you saw double digits following those last few words you read.

When you turn, you're met with the same being you've been reading about, who's currently busy with silently cursing your tiny doorframe for hitting the left tip of one of his horns. The alien is hunched over when your eyes make contact with him, but that changes within the next coming seconds as he steps into the room and quietly shuts the door behind him—clearly unaware of your gaze being on him.

The moment his eyes—all three of them—glide your way, you flinch like an idiot and let that document drop out of your hands as if you weren't supposed to be touching it in the first place.

Dabura is a brooding-looking creature, to say the least. He's got a great deal of staggering feet to his height, easily exceeding some inches over seven feet tall. You believe you feel a short shot of pain in your neck just from the angle of which it takes to peer up at his face.

Despite being an alien, he carries a humanoid frame and possess quite the lean, but well defined, musculature. The three eyes he had slipping along your build all carry irises with an redish-orange color in them. There's a pair of long, curved horns—that you'd love to hold onto later—which extend upwards 'n outwards from the side of his head.

You're gulping down a thick sum of nerves as your gaze travels to the expanse of his body in sync with the way he was doing to you. There's a plethora of dark markings plastered all along his neck, arms, and shoulders, which form these uneven, asymmetrical patterns out across his smooth skin. That, and there's even another marking encircling that third eye of his.

Which you note hasn't moved from your face from the moment he noticed you despite his other pair having carried right along...

Your ogling comes to an end just as you're admiring his elongated earlobes from where you are, catching how they run down to his abdomen and are adorned with more piercings than you can count.

"I presume you're the human I am to mate with?" His voice sends a cold chill straight down your spine. Not because it was scary or anything, but simply due to the fact that no human could ever possess such a soothingly deep baritone to their words in the way he does.

You gulp loudly enough for him to hear and the sound makes his head tip over just an inch as if curiosity has struck him. "Y-Yes," The first stutter out of your mouth already makes you want to find the nearest window and ju-, "That would be me, yes. Which means you must be..." You halfway saved yourself of embarrassment until you realized you'd dropped that file with all his information and somehow managed to forget his name already.

Shit, this whole thing is going poorly already and neither of you have even taken your clothes off!

Scrambling to the papers that fell earlier, you hurry to swipe some of them up in search for a name and don't even notice the way he stalks over to assist you until a large hand comes into view just above yours. Then you lift your chin up and the alien is crouched right in front of you while looking down.

Up close, you realize just how intimidating he really is. It was bad before when he was a few steps away from you but now that he's up close, you think you can feel your heart beat pounding against your ears as if to give you an audio representation of your climbing anxiety.

You'd spent four years trying to get into this program and now you finally had a monster (technically alien) in front of you but the only thing you could feel was fear instead of excitement. What a bummer—

"Dabura," The alien murmurs in a contrastingly gentle tone, bass consuming all bits of space in between the two of you and weirdly settling down that anxiousness of yours to replace it with something much warmer. Then all his eyes flick up to meet with yours again and his demeanor is strictly calming as he hums, "There's no need for papers to tell you my name when I am right in front of you."

You blink, letting the word, "Right," tumble out of your mouth all softly. Snapping out of your flustered stupor, you look upwards and notice the faintest scuff on his left horn—which reminds you of the noise you heard when he first came in. Then you redirect your hand to reach up towards it, "Did you hit your horn on the way in?"

"I did,” Dabura cuts off your traveling hand by grabbing onto your wrist and holding it a few inches away from their destination.

"Are they sensitive to touch?" You ask harmlessly, batting your lashes at the creature.

His expression falls impossibly duller, eyelids lowering as an unamused frown takes over his lips, "Every human asks me this, no."

You immediately raise a brow as if unconvinced, "If that's true then,” He sees the way your fingers wiggle before you go to move your other hand, “May I-"

His free hand shoots over to grasp at your other one as his eyes widen slightly. Grumbling, "No." with more firmness to it in hopes you’ll stop with your attempts at feeling on his horns.

Then you pop a pout, "You're no funnnn.”

The alien stares at you for a long moment, taking you all in just as you’d done earlier. You’re far prettier than any other human he’d been sent so far, and he feels his heart doing something weird each time you make a surprising advance to touch him.

But even so, he’s not about to let you get into something you clearly don’t quite understand yet. "Unless you should like to begin mating now," Dabura explains lowly, steadily moving your hands down and towards your lap, "No, you cannot touch them."

A smug smile breaks out onto your face and it makes his brows twitch. He watches as you quickly break out of that momentarily timid shell, "Oh, so they are sensitive!" you exclaim.

"They are not, they just-,” He cuts himself off and shuts his eyes, moving to pinch the bridge of his nose as he exhales strongly, “Human."

Your eyes roll, "I have a name too, y’know-"

"Do you wish to be bred against every available surface in this room?" Dabura interrupts, hoping to catch you off guard just as his initial appearance did.

Unfortunately for him, he’s in the presence of the world’s most eager human.

"Do you want my honest answer to that?" You ask with an unfairly cute grin on your face.

"I-,” He chokes whilst returning his eyes to you, “Pardon?" You act like you didn’t say anything unordinary and blink innocently. In which he’s left to let his shoulders slump a bit and begrudgingly say, "I am curious, yes. Answer me honestly."

That’s when you place your hands on the floor and lean closer to him rather cat-like, causing him to lean back out of shock and nearly fall completely on his ass despite being almost twice your size. "I would love if you fucked me against every surface,” You tell him with this little sparkle noticeable in your eyes.

In the time Dabura has been apart of the program, he can’t say he’s ever encountered a human quite as… enthusiastic as you. Plus, your sentence came out far more vulgar than his had—something he takes note of.

Which is exactly why his next words leaves him slowly, tone etched with concern, "...You appeared frightened by me just mere minutes ago."

"Yes,” You agree before looking down at the way he’s managed to lean back enough to nearly be positioned under you, “And now I'm aroused—in some places this is could even be called scarousal."

Dabura feels like you’re more of the foreign creature in the room as opposed to himself by this point. Letting his brows scrunch up, "I don't believe that's a word-"

"You're an alien, you only know so much,” You hush out in this purring tone that catches him off guard. Then you lift one of your hands and move to tap your index against one of his many, many abs.

His breath hitches and his lips twitch—threatening to smile from the experience of being teased by you.

Dabura’s got two eyes focused on the soft taps of your finger and the remaining one fixated on your face as he utters, "I like you, human."

"Thank you, alien.” You reply, sliding your finger over and tracing a few of his abs just to smile at the way he flinches under your touch. God, for a creature much larger than you and all intimidating, he sure was sensitive to the smallest of things. “I think I like you t-"

"May I taste you?" Dabura requests, throwing your entire focus off the rails.

"What?" You choke as an immediate throb feels out for your attention from in between your legs. Then you remember that he’s still a different species, and find yourself instinctively pulling away cautiously, "You mean like, sexually, right…?”

He snorts and your heart skips a beat at the realization he finds you most amusing when you’re confused. "Unless you have a preference for being devoured in a literal sense,” Dabura reaches for your wrist once more and pulls you closer, letting your palm meet his abdomen as he husks out a careful, “Yes."

"O-Oh. I mean, if that’s the case then of course." You agree with that same twinkle from earlier returning into your irises. Though, Dabura doesn’t miss the way your expressions vocalize your thoughts before your mouth does, "Wait, Dr. Nanami mentioned something about this testing being primarily for breeding.” You recall, moving away from the alien to stand up. “Eating me out will won’t really have anything to do with-"

"It will help." He insists as he too shifts around to bring himself up onto his feet. Then he gives you this look that has your thighs drawing nearer to one another, "And I'm sure that doctor of yours also mentioned how you are to listen to me."

You can’t exactly refute that, "Well-, wait, how do you know that?!"

Rolling his eyes only once as if he’d grown tired of this useless back and forth, Dabura presses forward and tutts, "You worry yourself with the wrong things."

After which, and before you have a moment to debate with him even further, he’s bent down to swoop you up ‘n over his shoulder as if you weigh nothing! One arm is tightly set around your thighs and the other comes over to place a hand against the curve of your ass to support you.

You feel all warm again as you realize how high up in the air he has you, considering how tall the alien stands. 

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean-,” You’re cut off within the next few seconds by your body flopping down onto the bed carelessly, a soft oof lofting out of your mouth instead. You then shoot your inquisitive gaze upwards again and open your mouth to question him further, but find yourself rather speechless from the angle of which he now stands.

It was one thing to see him from afar, another to see him practically beneath you, but above you? Fuck, you couldn’t even help the way your thighs clamped shut—arousal daring to damp itself at your core.

Dabura is looking down at you for a quiet moment before drawing a hand up to his chin in thought and muttering, “Perhaps I should have tossed you the other way…” 

You know you’re supposed to be following his lead but it’s a bit difficult to do that when all he’s said is that he wanted to taste you, “Huh? What are you-“

“Flip over,” He orders flatly, barely adding on, “Please,” after noticing the way you’d begun to glare at him. 

You’re slow to do exactly that, and feel awkward in your every move—being watched so closely by some alien you’ve hardly gotten to know wasn’t exactly what you were expecting from this whole thing. You don’t know why, but you thought this process would be a lot more-

“I’m going to undress you now,” Dabura warns, his hands having met with the fabric at your hips.

You freeze before regaining your thoughts and then glancing back at him from over your shoulder, “I really don’t think this part is necessary for the-“

He interrupts you with an unintentionally rude sigh—as if your extra communication is the problem here and not his lack thereof—and moves his hand to the center of your back before applying pressure. The weight from his palm forces your upper half down against the mattress. Your face smushes right into the sheets and you let out a frustrated grumble in response to his curtness. 

Then you could almost hear the smile in his words as he asks, “Is this the best you can arch?”

“Excuse me?” Your voice is muffled but he could make out what you were saying quite clearly.

Grinning to himself, “Your arch,” He repeats, biting back a snort, “Is this as good as it gets?”

You couldn’t tell if he was taunting you like this on purpose just to get a rise out of you or if he was being sincere but either way it was starting to annoy you. So much so that you lift your head a little and scoff, “How about I arch my foot into your a-ah! Hey,” Unfortunately, your words whisk out into a breathy sound rivaling a moan.

Dabura had deduced that right then, in the middle of your complaints, it’d be best to swipe his thumb against your crotch—bringing friction to your cunt through the few layers of fabric.

“For a human so intuitive, and uncooperative, you are quite wet.” He points out—making you furrow your brows as you wonder how the hell he figured that out from only one little touch. It’s not like you were leaking through your-, “What caused this, I wonder.”

With a bratty frown on your face, you pull your hips away from him slightly—not to reject his touches but simply to torture his desire to do so, “Not you, asshole.”

“Mmh.” Dabura is fully amused now. He’d never encountered a human quite like you. “Seems I forgot to add liar into that list,” He says playfully.

You gasp, “Excuse me-“

Your pants getting tugged down swiftly enough to cut your words off again, cool air slapping against your naked skin rather quickly.

“My, my…” Dabura gawks lightly. “You know, I’ve never tasted human pussy before.”

“Eh?” Your head pops up from the sheets and you look back over your shoulder, “You mean you’ve never given oral before?”

Almost sheepishly and in a stiffened manner, the alien shakes his head. “Many denied me from doing so, but you… You seemed so excited to mate with me, I only assumed you’d enjoy this just as much as I would.”

“Well-“

“And considering how…” The thick of his thumb presses in between your folds, rubbing against the fabric of your panties sluggishly, “…wet you are,” Then Dabura releases a parched sigh. “Why, it’d be improper of me not to get a taste. This entire program is based on sexualized testing, yes? Perhaps your cunt will take my seed best after being thoroughly licked.”

Talk about giving you fancy excuses just to eat you out…

You suppose you couldn’t blame him for wanting to plaster his tongue in your juices—after all, he did just say no other human allowed him to do so. Now, that does make you curious since Nanami specifically informed you to listen to your monster’s whims.

Perhaps he’d only done so based on this one’s past experiences? And that ‘good luck’ he gave you… what was that all about?

——

None of these questions of yours get answered anytime soon but they’re forgotten rather quickly with the way Dabura’s tongue had so feverishly met your twitching folds from beyond the layer of cotton that lay in the way.

You suppose he didn’t care much to move them aside just yet, as he seemed to enjoy toying with the material and liked the way you squirmed whenever he sucked it into his mouth—the raw feel of his plush lips grazing your bare cunt.

Even his decision to eat you out from the back left you curious. Hell, everything this damn alien did had you doused in concern. But of course, he hadn’t spared you a moment to dwell on any of them.

Especially not with those distracting grunts he let out by the time he finally peeled your panties down your clammy legs—hands gripped tightly onto your thighs to keep you spread open at the perfect angle for his tongue to lap inward.

“Mmmgh, yesyes,” Dabura groans, “Such a-, mmh, tasty lil’ thing.” His words slathered in between your pussy lips at varying angles, adding to each flicking movement of his tongue. 

“Dabura,” You moan just as his mouth plucks away for a split second long enough for his teeth to bare. Then angles down just to nibble at your inner thigh for no direct reason other than wanting to feel you squirm against his hands. “I-I still don’t think you’re supposed to-, ngh!”

Again, you’re cut off by his actions—his mouth having returned to your poor, leaky entrance to swab over with his tongue. Then his hands pried your legs further open in an attempt at feeling your labia peel apart even more, tongue hot ‘n aching for more and more of your slick. You’re unsure of what exactly would satiate the alien’s thirst for you when he was already thrusting the majority of his oral muscle in between your walls.

Humans didn’t eat pussy like this, naturally. Not only was there a foreign movement to the way he fucked his tongue into you but the added factor of Dabura being clueless with his every move had you dazed. You wanted to tease him for the way he’d waddle his tongue around your clit for a second too short but he always seemed to make up for it by wiggling it deeeep into your pussy directly after.

It was almost like he wanted to smear your own taste around.

“What was that?” Dabura eventually mumbled against your sappy folds, letting you gush against his lips as he spoke, “I couldn’t hear you over my talkative girl down here.”

Your legs twitch as if to close but it’s to no avail. All while your voice has pitched off into whine after whine, “Y-Your?”

The alien pulled his mouth off of you after one more suctioning pop! and then sported yet another tiny grin, “Whilst you’re in this room, yes.” A fat glop of spit spanked out across your hole next and he moves his thumb to fuck his salive inward, “Mine.”

“O-Oh.” Your jaw flails open some and you feel yourself drooling from the instant he starts feeding his thumb to your cunt. It’s only one finger but fuck, nothing could quite compare to it.

Dabura tipped his head aside as he twirled his thumb around your insides, “You seemed to like that,” He pointed out hotly, breaths fanning into your skin, “Being called mine.“

Your hips did that thing they did earlier when you attempted to flee from the pleasure he’d provided for you, “I do, but-, hahh.. none of this is important for the-“

“Oh hushhh, woman,” Dabura drawls out, fully bored of hearing you remind him about how eating you out has nothing to do with breeding you. “…Allow me to have this in peace, won’t you?” He pulls his thumb out of your cunt and spits once again before tapping at the saliva—mimicking a spanking motion against your hole.

After that, you give up on your arguments. Partially because Dabura decides to replace his thumb with two stretching fingers, and also because he seems to realize he can stimulate you rather greatly with only one hand—digits lodged neatly into your entrance while his thumb runs across your glossy clit.

Of which he’s taken quite the liking to. One could even say he grows fond of the gorgeous bundle of nerves, drawing all sorts of shapes around it and loving the feel of it jumping whenever his other fingers curl into that spot against your inner walls you adore so much.

You’re brought to not one, not two, and most certainly more than three orgasms from his fingers alone. And which each one, you try—you really, really do—to remind him of what you’re here for, but he ignores you each time.

Eventually Dabura finds himself in this drunken state, having his slicked fingers biting into your skin while he devours your cunt sluggishly with his whorish mouth.

Moaning, “S’good,” as his tongue tickles in somewhere deeper than it had previously—almost as if the damn thing were growing! “So sloppy, fuuuck,” The last curse exits his throat in a whine and by this point his hips have been eagerly bucking against the massive bed. “I love the way your pussy feels on my tongue,” He babbles, grinding his hard cock down against the mattress—rocking the entirety of the furniture in the process. 

Now, even though you’ve been occupied with having your cunt licked to utter numbness, you couldn’t ignore how needy Dabura’s other appendages seemed to be for you.

You knew the moment he got hard based on how much he adjusted himself against the bed. It was like the erection he carried in between those loose fabrics of his was a hindrance to him—oozing in precum excessively from the plump head and aching to dive in between the same lips he’d been lapping at.

His tongue is kissing at your clit right when he’s about to cum from doing so, but his orgasm is cut embarrassingly short by the way your room door flings open.

The poor door slams into the wall and Dabura lets out a very adorable yelp of surprise in between your legs.

So much for that intimidating aura of his, huh…

Even so, the sound he lets out, along with his flinching are both disregarded as he focuses back on the task at hand. He’s a little lazier with his feasting since he realizes the two of you have some company now but, again, this doesn’t stop him.

“You greedy fucking alien,” A new voice hoots out deeply, shucking the door away from the wall it slammed into just to shut it properly.

“Mmmnh, Sukuna, you ah-,” Dabura pauses his words to the newly entered monster just to sluuuurp! you right up one more time. A wet, sloppy smile spilt out across his lips, “You must come taste this. It’s like-“

“I know what good pussy tastes like, no need to explain it to me.” Sukuna cuts off, stomping his way into the room with his four eyes all fixated onto you. Pink brows furrowing, “I was a human prior to becoming this,” He adds on with a wave of his hand in Dabura’s direction, “Now move over.”

“…A bossy one, I bet.” The alien breathes out sassily, not paying the man any mind whatsoever and instead playing with the lips of your cunt by pulling them apart and then letting them fall back naturally after lifting his thumb away.

Ignoring his snarky remark, Sukuna ends up shoving poor Dabura out the way and letting his lower set of hands meet the purchase of your hips. One of his upper palms comes down to smack across your ass, making you flinch away from your previously dumbed-out state.

You lift your head and glance back, eyes met with a new creature that causes your jaw to fall open all stupidly. “A-And you are?”

Sukuna seems immediately ticked off by your lack of awareness, shooting a look over to Dabura and ignoring your question entirely. “What have you been up to with our toy so far?”

Toy? Surely he wasn’t talking about you…

“I’ve only licked her a few times,” Dabura claims—knowing all too well that few is beyond an understatement.

Sukuna seems pleased to hear that regaurdless. Sporting a haughty smile, “Have you?” He purrs before gripping onto the fat of your ass and pulling your cheeks apart to steal a glance at how swollen your folds are now, “Mh. That explains why she’s so puffy down here.”

Your face is still resting against the bedsheet but that doesn’t hinder you from mumbling, “M’not puffy…”

“Cute,” Sukuna comments shortly as he speaks as though you weren’t in the room with him. “She’s fucked-out already.”

“M’not,” You huff a bit louder this time, angling your rather wobbly arms to push yourself up on all fours.

You crane your head to get a full look at him, blinking past the blur of pleasurable tears that have built up along your lashline to take all of him in. Now, Sukuna was quite the sight for sore eyes.

While he was a bit shorter than Dabura in height, he surely made up for it in just about everything else. He had dark markings splayed out across his skin just as the alien did—but there was a clear difference in them. He also carried four eyes instead of the three you’d only just grown used to, all of which were red in hue and ever-so-glaring when met with yours.

There was a smirk on his face that never seemed to leave, stretching his pinkened lips out as if every fiber of his being were better-, or greater than you in every way imaginable. You wouldn’t call it smugness per-se, but there was something rather gloating about the way he carried himself. 

You could only see so much of him with the way he was positioned behind you, having taken Dabura’s place entirely and left the alien to lay on the bed somewhere to your left. Even so, you did notice that Sukuna had two of everything except legs.

He had a bulky stature, muscles bulged and stretched out across his limbs. Your eyes felt as though they had little hearts in them upon meeting the mouth stretching across his stomach. It should’ve been grotesque to look at considering the way it moved all freakishly and almost carnally.

The massive tongue would lull out to lather across his lips and you’d get a hint of sharp teeth within your view each time he did so.

Up until that same tongue extended to swipe across just about everything in between your legs. “Oh? Then you wouldn’t mind this,” He’d said in response to your almost forgotten words.

Then you felt the slippery wetness draaag against the backs of your thighs, your jittery-spread pussylips, and even your ass with the way Sukuna took one greedy lick. 

Your eyes bulged out all wide in reaction. The sight of which encouraged him to watch the way your expression contorted up as he focused the rounding tip of his stomach-tongue onto your cunt, bucking in dankly against it.

“Hnngh-, fuck.” You moaned before pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth and letting your back arch again, “W-What is your guys’ obsession with-, ohgod..”

The sweet sound of your voice was drowned out in your own pleasure as Sukuna’s tongue performed the same dances Dabura’s lengthy one had done just a moment ago.

“Poor thing,” Sukuna mocked, pouting at you to mirror the one sewn into your lips, “That dumb alien hasn’t given you any cock yet, has he?”

Your torso ended up falling once again as your hands went grabbing and tugging at the sheets to brace yourself for the full, greedy feel of his tongue. Then you shook your head in response and whimpered something along the lines of no.

Sukuna shot Dabura a look immediately. “Waited for me, didn’t you?” He taunted.

The alien no longer seemed amused and reciprocated Sukuna’s looks with a flat, irritated expression, “No.”

The pink-haired man rolled his eyes. “Mh. No matter, I see why you were occupied here for so long.” His attention returned to you and he found it most pleasing to watch you try to scurry further up the bed in an attempt at escaping that blinding pleasure his dewy tongue was gifting you with. “She is rather tasty.”

Even as you arched and moaned all over the place, you still managed to return to your focus of why you were here in the first place. There was no way you were about to let these two monsters make a pocket pussy out of you and only use their tongues with you!

“Can you just-, mmmph!” It’s quick that you learn Sukuna has even less of a patience than Dabura as one of his many, massive hands come to the back of your skull and push your face into the sheets.

He’s peering down at the way you wiggle your body in response, feeling pleasure begin to overstimulate your every nerve as his tongue invades every spongy spot of yours. “Has she been demanding all this time?” Sukuna asks the alien who seems quite bored now.

Dabura raises his eyebrows, surprised that Sukuna is acknowledging him again, “Yes, I believe she’d like to be bred.” He states, pointing out the obvious.

“Awh, too bad these tests are hardly for a human’s curiosity and primarily for our enjoyment.” The pink-haired man exhales—jerking his tongue back ‘n forth and backkk ‘n forthhh against the entirety of your soddened pussy, clinging to your clit and schlepping it around with his every move.

“Sukuna,” Dabura blinks, his eyes stuck on the motion of the man’s insistent tongue. He almost feels like his own was inadequate in comparison. “I do not believe you’re supposed to-“

Another cry is heard from you and the two are quickly distracted by the way your nails are beginning to tear at the bedsheets. Ah, Sukuna only then realizes that his tongue might just be too much for you after however long Dabura had his own on you.

Leading him to feel bad for you and gesture your way whilst directing his words to the alien at your left, “Hush her up, will you?”

Dabura frowns for the nth time. He didn’t much care to be ordered around by Sukuna like this.

…But that didn’t stop him from listening to each order he was given.

Which is how he ends up with his mouth against yours while Sukuna satisfies his incessant taste for you. 

——

That continued on for… heavens know how long. 

All three of you lose track and the only thing you can recall is the mixed feel of Dabura swallowing up your moans and Sukuna using his stomach mouth to play with your pussy like some toy.

It’s like you were the test subject in the room—not them. They both treated your body as if they’d never felt a human before or something. Which was weird considering the two of them have had their fair share of these tests before.

While Dabura was kissing you, his hands twitched with a need for exploration, soon traveling your body and fondling with your soft breasts. Every part of your body was left either marked or swollen from their many touches or bites.

And you don’t even remember how or when but you believe you were positioned on top of Dabura while Sukuna remained where he was behind you at some point. Because of this tangled position, Dabura was able to wrap his arms around you and keep you perfectly in place as Sukuna rubbed one—of his two—cocks in between the valley of your ass.

Within this position, the alien was beneath you with his own lengthy dick freed from the restricting fabrics of earlier—tugging at his shaft whilst feeling you squirm against him and whimper into his mouth.

That went on until both creatures had painted your stomach and your spine with their seed.

But, that wasn’t even where things really began.

No, no, things started—in your mind—when they let your body roll over from in between theirs and you were left to watch with dazed eyes as Sukuna grabbed at Dabura’s face and tugged him up. Then, erect cocks freed and tapping against one another upon all the movement, the two had exchanged one slow kiss in the name of “sharing your taste”.

You didn’t know what to make of it, really. 

Was it hot? Well, duh. But for the most part you were wondering if this is what both of them had wanted the entire time.

Were you just some ploy in this little game of theirs? Is this what Dr. Nanami had meant when he told you good luck?? Or—

The loud, prominently wet sound of their lips detaching from one another catches your ears as it rings throughout the entire room. When you look at their faces, you note how softened Dabura’s features seem to be. His eyes seem utterly desperate to please as they veer upwards to meet Sukuna’s hardened expression based on the angle of which the two were.

Then Sukuna lifts a hand to wipe away drool from the corner of Dabura’s lips, cracking yet another smirk before looking over to you. “You’ve got my poor alien whipped, human. I’m impressed.”

You stare dumbfoundedly, “Huh?”

Sukuna snorts, “Can’t you see it?” Gripping at Dabura’s chin, he turns his face over for you to look at. “There’s nothing in this head of his aside from you. You should be proud of yourself.”

You chew on your bottom lip again out of fear of saying the wrong thing in response, moving your gaze onto Dabura who is in fact just as whipped as Sukuna described him to be—eyes glazed over with lust and barely wiped away drool staining the side of his mouth.

When you and the alien make eye contact, his pupils seem to dilate and his cock is twitching all over again. He hadn’t the words to describe it, but from the very moment he saw you standing in this room, he was left entranced by you.

Chuckling, Sukuna releases Dabura from his grasp and then pulls away. “I suppose it’s time we give you what you want, yes?”

Now your eyes were lighting up, “Please?”

“Manners, how cute.” Sukuna hums before running a hand through his hair with one hand and motioning for you to follow him with another. “Come, let me place you in the most effective position."

Within the next few minutes, you’re hauled up into a pair of the man’s sizable arms, legs straggled out within his hold as your pussy is left to drip ‘n spill slick out all over the floor. You were a mess but the two monsters accompanying you weren’t fairing any better.

Dabura’s still sat on the bed in a foggy state of arousal, the plummy head of his cock waving in the air as it globed with honeyed plashets of cum. He was sitting there in his own disorder, unable to move until he made eye contact with your unfairly pretty pussy again.

The sheeny gloss from your arousal webbed out ever so beautifully against your lips, hole pulsing softly as it begged to be filled properly. Tongues wouldn’t satisfy you anymore, that much was clear.

Sukuna’s peering over your shoulder as he holds you up like some trophy, “Don’t tell me you’re too pussydrunk to move, alien.” He chastises, “Come breed her with me before she runs out of stamina on us.”

Dabura snaps out of his momentary torpor and staggers up on his feet, quickly looming over the two of you in the next coming seconds. Then he brings a finger to your chin to tip your face further up and his voice is a small whisper, “Tell me something first…”

You bat your damp lashes at him in that same probing manner he’d grown to admire, the sight of which makes his heart feel weird again.

“How exactly did you prepare for this? I’m curious,” He asks.

You’re still hardly lucid so, your voice is at some cockdrunken pitch as words slide out of your throat, “I rode a uh-, t-thirteen inch dildo a couple times,” You explain, giggling in thought shortly after. “Took a while to get used to…”

Sukuna nuzzles into the crook of your neck like a big cat, “And you believe that has properly prepared you for three cocks? Fuck, you’re dumber than I thought—I like that.”

You grumble something short of a curse at him but the sound only makes him smile against your skin. Then Dabura is finally closing the distance between all of you and you feel his tip sloping up against your sex.

Few words are exchanged in the next few moments as the two decide it’s time to finally stuff you full.

The first dick that slides into you is one of Sukuna’s—the lower one—which is absurdly thick as it slots into your gushy hole. Following this is Dabura’s eager cock, which has throbby veins bumping against every crevice of your insides.

By this point you’re being streeeetched all the way the fuck out and think it damn near impossible to fit all three lengths inside you at the same time. One alone was more than enough to have your eyes crossing but two and eventually three?

Oh, you didn’t think you’d be able to feel your legs come next morning.

Though this was of very little concern to you. You came into this program to be bred by monsters and that’s exactly what you were determined to do—no matter how much your poor hole would have to be stretched open in the process.

And it didn’t help that all three cocks just kept bulging and twitching inside you, smooching over one another as they explored the inner depths of your sweet cunt. Something short of a cockdrunk smile was painted across your lips but you couldn’t really feel it.

The only thing you could feel were the three fat dicks wadding their way into you—along with the hot breaths all over both sides of your neck. Then came the gobbets of cum that filled your insides to the brim. So much so that it’d spilt out of your puffed labia and sogged onto the floor beneath the three of you.

They didn’t stop there though.

No, no, your monsters were just as determined as you were so they kept on with their uneven thrusts—Sukuna bucking forward each time Dabura sleethed his hips back, all whilst bouncing you up and down like a true fucktoy.

No other experience could quite compare to how used this one left you feeling, and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Their mixed seeds schliiiicked ‘n sloshed around your gummy walls, sure to take after this prolonged session of feral fucking with the excuse of sexualized testing to mask it.

It’s not until you hear Sukuna and Dabura exchanging hushed words that you finally get an answer to at least one of your many questions.

“And if-, shit.. if that doesn’t work…” Sukuna’s steady humming towards the alien, “Dabura..”

“Yes?”

“I shall have to breed you next.”

A loong, awkward silence stretches on uncomfortably before he chokes in response. Batting his lashes, “What.”

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You angle your head just right so that you can meet his gaze and he’s so clearly annoyed, maroon eyes all dark and low on you, his lips stretched downwards into this grumpy frown, and his brows knit together slightly. “I-I didn’t mean to, ‘Kuna,” You try to plead with him with that usual glassy-eyed look and pout combo you give him but you know damn well you’d said someone else’s name on purpose just to get a reaction out of your easily aggravated husband. 

He huffs. “Oh? Say that again.” And just as those words leave his hot mouth, his fat cock is nudging in between your sopping folds again with a slow push of his toned hips.

“I didn’t m-mean to,” Your voice practically dies in your throat as he slips into you in this new position—prone bone. You swear you can feel his cock stretching your walls further apart than before, his girth suddenly feeling ten times thicker and causing your lashes to flutter.

Sukuna grouses, “Word for word, slut.”

And he’s still pushing into you, his cock hot against your droopy cunt as you spaz around him. “I didn’t mean to, ‘Kuna,” With a heightened pitched that makes his heart flip in his chest, Sukuna smirks at the change in your tone.

“Mh.” He hums, easing his hips back slower than he’d been pushing them forward, “One more time.” This man is gonna be the death of you…

“I-I didn’t—hnngh..” Your sentence comes out short as he gives you one mean thrust, sharp pelvis sandwiching against the plump fat of your ass and his cock sloppily kissing the very hilt of your pussy. For a moment, you lay there with your jaw slack, fingers curling into the sheets, and another breathy excuse of a moan leaving your lips. “M-Mean to S’kuna,“ You choke out with a drop of your head into the sheets.

Your husband cracks a full smile at that and your overstimulated display. With a tip of his head, he snakes a hand under your limp body and his touch finds purchase right against his cock bulging against your skin. Then he leans down to your ear again, which applies this overwhelming pressure onto both your body and where his cock is nuzzled inside you. “What was that last part?” He whispers.

Drool leaks from the corner of your parted lips and you reply with a moan, “Sukuna…”

Still right against your ear, “Again, louder this time, woman.” He instructs, dragging his hips back again before fucking you nice and tortuously slow—making you feel every single throbbing inch of his cock as he stuffs you over and over.

“Oh fuck—Sukuna-, hahh…” You babble in between his movements. You can hardly think with how full of him you feel. Even with the slightest squeeze your cunt makes around him, it only gets worse for you. He’s everywhere with a hand on your lower stomach, making sure you feel how deep he’s getting, his lips against your ear, and his hips pressed right against your ass.

He’s hardly allowing you a moment to breathe or process.

“Mhmm, what’s my name? Say it again, lemme see.” He huffs, snaking his other hand to your chin just to tip your head back. 

As your eyes land on his expression, you notice how pissed he looks, despite the slight softness in his recent words. Drooling still, eyes all wide ‘n glossy, you let out a heavy puff of air in a pathetic attempt to catch your breath. “Sukunaa,” You whine, the syllables flowing from your mouth just as smoothly as your orgasm begins to gush out around his dick.

Your husband smiles, almost as if he were proud. “Uhuh, that’s it.” Then, his head tilts to the side a bit more and he leans down further just to lap up the slick mess trickling down your chin. Lips moving over your wet skin as he whispers deeply, “Who’s cock are you cumming all over right now?”

Sukuna takes things a step further and begins to flick two thick fingers over your clit to coax you through that abrupt orgasm of yours—adoring the desperate spasm and twitch of your body that follows his touch. 

Your jaw falls further open and your fingers claw at the bedsheet below, “Ohmygod… Y-Yours, Sukuna, yours.” You gasp, suppressing a filthy choke in your throat just before his hand shifts.

“That’s what the hell I thought. Now open that pretty mouth f’me,” Sukuna instructs, his fingertips prodding at your pouty lips. It’s slow but you part your lips open for him and even push your head forward just to take his digits into your mouth. “Uhuh, suck on ‘em juuust like that. Now you can’t say anymore stupid shit, just sit there and take this dick the way you’re supposed to.”

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Your teeth sink into the side of his neck a little harder and the cock you have stuffed inside you hardens back up immediately.

Then your tongue laps over the area you just bit him in and you pull back a little, "Mhm," You hum, rocking your hips forward again just for his hands to clasp onto you tighter—nails digging into your skin. "And did you just whine, 'Kuna?"

"I did no such thing." He denies.

"You did." You argue as your tongue slicks down along his neck before you begin kissing at his tensing skin, "You liked that, didn't you?"

"Perhaps," Sukuna mutters honestly.

How could he possibly lie to his precious wife when you’re like this?

Right then, you maneuver all the way upright and as he looks up, he’s reminded of why he married you in the first place. You’re a beautiful mess of his touches—imprints of his nails strung out across all areas of your body, skin slick in areas where he’d licked earlier, and marks of biting left in the most obscene of places.

As if to surprise him further and give him yet another reason to experience love in his heart for you, your hand greets his neck and you use whatever strength you have in you to force him further down against the silks below.

"Mmgh-, choking me now?" Sukuna husks, cock jolting inside you with a nasty twitch, his eyes going wide, and breath threatening to stutter in his lungs. Then he smiles wickedly, "Come now, wife. If you want more from me like you so claim, squeeze harder."

And squeeze harder you do, earning a sharp buck of his hips that even Sukuna himself wasn't expecting. His eyes flutter back a little and he grunts, sharp teeth flaring for a moment with the way his mouth opens all beast-like.

You can feel how erratically his dick is twitching inside you, aching to fuck something all the more sinful into you. All whilst his second cock is felt throbbing in between your asscheeks, silently pleading to enter you once more.

You’d already spent the past however many hours switching back ‘n forth between both of his lengths, draining each for all their worth, and even stuffing both into that greedy cunt of yours just to suck an impossible amount of his cum into you.

Sukuna’s massive body shifts a bit, as if to escape you for a moment so he can catch his breath, but your grip on his throat gets tighter and his brows furrow.

Noticing his attempt at escaping you, your head tilts and you scoff, “Give me an heir if you wish to breathe.”

The irony of your words—as if he hadn’t already stuffed you to the brim with his seed already—is almost enough to make him laugh.

“O-Oh,” Sukuna stammers for the first time—possibly in his life—his eyes fluttering further back into his skull as he finds himself so fully in awe of you. “Fuuck,” The curse flies out his throat as if pained but a big smile sprawls out across his kiss-swollen lips. “Take.. hahh… take the heir from me, wife. Fuck one out of me.”

Those magic words seem to do it for you as your hips return with momentum, rocking ‘n bouncing on his cock within the next few seconds as he relishes in the feel of you using him.

“Mnh! Sukuna,” You’re moaning again, the sound a sweet melody to his ears as his smile remains up until you add a pretty, “You feel s’good inside me.”

“Do not praise me, woman.” Sukuna’s brows scrunch up again and he groans. “I am still your king—“ The last word hardly falls from his tongue before he’s met with a sharp pain flying across his cheek, the feeling earning a feral thrust of his hips up into yours.

His brain sputters for a moment as he processes what the hell you just did. Never in all his years has a human ever had the audacity to hit him in such a way.

And fuck if it doesn’t drive him absolutely insane.

His head is slow to turn as he blinks, “…Did you just slap me?”

You’re visibly nervous, holding your hand near yourself as you gulp, “I-I’m sorry, I just..”

His hands lock onto your body to keep you in place and you merely blink once or twice before he’s moving. One of his other hands move down and he’s glaring at you whilst steadily adjusting his second—now fully erect—cock into you. The stretch of both his dicks inside you again has your body spasming forward as you shudder in pleasure.

Then his face twists up—cheeks pink with blush—and his jaw falls open to display his shock from prior as he huffs, “Again, wife. Hnngh-, please slap me again.”

Your head shakes, “Sukuna, I cannot—“

“I command it.” Your husband grits out all brat-like.

You hit him again, a little harder than the first time, and there’s yet another thiiiiick load of cum gushing out of his sweltering cockheads into your pussy. The sudden burst has his seed spurting out everywhere from where you’re stuffed—splashing up against his abdomen and leaking all down his twitching balls.

You finally feel as though that was enough to breed you like you’d wanted and Sukuna’s half lucid with how much he’d just emptied into you.

With a pleased grin on your face, you soon look down and let your brows shoot up in surprise as you catch the way his stomach mouth laps at a bit of his cum.

“Sukuna,” You snicker, “Are you tasting yourself?”

His eyes are shut now but he manages to frown, “Silence from you, woman.”

Your smile widens, “Does it taste good?”

“Keep-, hah… Keep talking and I’ll make you lick this entire mess clean.”

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——

To backtrack, you do this annually.

No, not the whole monster fucking thing but, exploring abandoned and presumably haunted locations in search of one. This year was no different.

Today’s find is quite the eye-catcher. Hidden deep past a forest you’ve searched up and down prior to this discovery sat an old, rumored-to-be haunted manor.

In terms of your monster hunting, you found that the best results came about in the creepiest of places. Which is why there's a sense of longing for the rumors of your currently desired location to be true. After all, even though you've been hunting ghosts 'n monsters for years, you've still yet to ever quite meet one.

Many laugh at your little hobby, throwing names at you and calling you delusional for thinking you'll ever find either of the two. But you digress, one of your friends told you stories about how she'd summoned a ghost before and now you're fully convinced that you'll be able to find one yourself.

You didn't want to take the same (lazy) route as her and summon any sort of creature or spirit, you much perfered to return to her with a unique story of your own about how one came to you. Pun intended.

That, and you'd also like to go back to all those threads online and rant about how utterly wrong they are. Within the community of people who believe in ghost, monsters, and other things of that nature, there are those who then spread lies about how they probably can't or don't know how to have sex.

The first time you read some bullshit about that, you felt offended as if you were a monster or ghost yourself reading it. You knew these non-human beings had the capability to fuck better than the living, you just couldn't quite prove it yet.

Which brings you back to now, as you approach the massive solitary manor with a little glimmer of hope in your eyes, finding yourself in awe of how hulking and crooked the building is—as if it had been sulking from the lack of life for the past century or so.

Were there a few caution tapes and signs that explicitly said ‘Do Not Enter’ just a tree line back from where you were now? Yes. Did you completely disregard those warnings and continue with your exploration like always? Of course!

You pace down the long dirt path that leads up to the wrought iron gate that’s all rusted with the unfortunate hues of being forgotten. Everything about the scenery was perfect. The way the sky colored itself a fall-seasoned gray that’s washed-out and teasing on rain, only for water to never leave those shroudy clouds above, brought peace to your heart.

A strong inhale of the dampened earth around you that smelt of buried mysteries and wonder flows through your senses and brings a smile to your face. There were frosty breezes slipping past the thick fabrics of your sweater and making you shudder under its chill. Perfect.

You had a few items with you in a small bag that dangled off of your shoulder, within it a camera, flashlight, your phone—that surely lacked service this far out—and a granola bar that you found stashed away in your pantry at home. One of which you’re rather questionable of but, you needed the food just in case your monster or ghost decided not to show 'n give you something else to munch on…

As you push through those rusty old gates, which cry out loud groans of protest at the sudden movement, your eyes only get wider. There it was, the manor sitting itself on a slope, outer walls all wrapped in dried greenery where ivy had given up its decorative glow and chose a more gloomy appearance, and three stories of promise that silently begged for your impending exploration.

The gorgeous masterpiece of decay that stood before your very eyes screamed horror and haunting under the darkening sky above. Those washed-out clouds were steadily growing heavier with grey and yet it only excited you more. Perhaps the key to luring out a monster from such a spooky home was carrying some type of fear.

Maybe if you walked in scared, the being you were looking for would come running toward you, eager to frighten you more.

You shuffle through your bag for a moment and tug out your camera just to capture a couple pictures because you had a really good feeling about this place and wanted to have a few things to remember it by. 

As you soon skip up onto the broad porch, the wood immediately exhales dust from your weight meeting it, causing you to cough a couple times and wave a hand out to clear the airy dirt. 

Then your fingers trail over the doorknob for a moment before you give it an eager twist and push forward, earning a wail from its aged hinges as the door swings open slowly. You’re met with thick views of darkness and end up having to squint a little just to make out a few silhouettes. You quickly fish for your flashlight and flick it on, revealing the interior to your curious gaze.

Dust is in the air, as expected, and you don’t waste another second before walking in and letting the door creepily shut on its own behind you with a heavy thud. Not that you flinch or anything. Instead, the sound of that heavy slam makes you smile as you hope that’s a sign you're not alone.

The air smells of age and abandonment along with a hint of something oddly sweet, like decaying flowers or something of the sort. 

You let your flashlight sweep across the entry way and take in the warped wooden planks decorating the flooring, a few pieces missing entirely and leaving holes that revealed thick cobwebs. Then there’s a grand staircase that curves upward all gracefully that’s also covered in cobwebs and looking as if it were much more appealing in a time distant from now. Lastly is about half a chandelier hanging from above, holding onto the torn ceiling just barely, that your light glimmers over faintly as you shine it up.

Glancing back at the shut front door, you cock a brow, “Surely the lil’ door slam wasn’t the best you’ve got to offer me?” You ask out loud, as if you knew someone or something was around here listening to you. Though, this was also a bit of a habit of yours.

While you never got responses to any of your abandoned-house narrations, it was still a habit that helped to fill the silence that often felt as though it were alive and watching you.

When your words go unanswered through a lack of movement from anywhere, you shrug it off and then begin to make your way around the house. You start on the first floor and snap photos of every room you enter, the loud flash and shutter being the only thing to fill the deafening silence of the home as it echoes throughout the eerie hallways.

Eventually, you make your way up to the second floor—y’know, after almost falling through a couple of shambled stairs and becoming a pretty decoration for the basement floor—and explore the rooms up there. Nothing of note really happens (aside from the few items weirdly falling off walls and shelves after you walked past them) until you enter the master bedroom that looked as though someone of royalty could have lived there once upon a time.

Even though you’ve never been inside of a castle to really compare bedroom sizes accurately…

You still felt like the bedroom was rather massive for any normal person to have once been occupying! That, and it was the only room within the entire manor that wasn’t as worn and torn as everything else. Hell, there was a lot less dust on the furniture and nothing was broken inside. It was almost like someone was living–

The temperature in the room suddenly drops to a degree so low your next breath fogs out in front of your lips, leaving you to shiver as your eyes go darting about the bedroom. This wasn’t it, was it? The moment you'd meet a ghost or monster? Or a mix of both??

Despite the frosty air causing your body to shudder and your hands to hug your arms, you felt yourself growing excited already and couldn’t even try to fight off the grin, “Okay, temperature drop… does this mean you’re close and ready to stop teasing me with fallen items like before,” You say, hopefully to the presence in the room with you. It’d be really embarrassing if you were ignored again, “Or are you still too shy to show your fa–”

“You’re trespassing, human.” A low, irritated and gravelly voice drawls out into the air from just a few feet behind you.

The chill you feel running up your spine now is nothing like what you’d felt due to the cold moments ago. No, no, this chill is much more one of warmth and raw fervor. That voice was heavy with a raspy bass and years of being trapped in purgatory—which had you chewing on your lower lip already.

You take a second to collect yourself and get a hold on your emotions before slowly turning around and…

Well, no one’s there.

Batting your lashes a couple times, you quickly feel disappointment stirring up inside you. You were honestly looking forward to finding a monster more than you were a ghost, and if the latter happened to be invisible—that'd ruin the whole fun of it!

Pouting, your flashlight lowers around the empty air as you make an attempt at forcing the darkness into producing a visible ghost via disgruntled glares.

“Real’ cliche, y’know,” You hum. If you’d gotten a response the first time then surely that meant your talking into the void was a step into the right direction, at least. “What’s next, are you gonna make some lights flicker?” You challenge with a little scoff as your feet carefully carry you deeper into the room.

And lo and behold, a light off in the left corner of the room does spark on for just a moment before crackling off with a loud pop! as the glass surrounding it goes breaking and small bits fly over. The pieces clatter to the floor and the flinch it earns from you left you embarrassed knowing that’s yet another sign you’re not alone.

Hell, not only were you not alone but you were also being watched and listened to.

You quickly remind yourself that this is exactly what you wanted and then shake yourself out of the momentary freight. “Hah, funny…” You utter dryly, hoping your (seemingly) ghastly company isn’t finding this short game of cat and mouse humorous. “But uh, if you’re trying to scare me, it’s not gonna work. I literally came here to talk to you.”

Technically you came to speak to any supernatural being, and not specifically the one haunting your surroundings but, if you could make the damn thing feel special for a moment long enough to compel it into showing itself, then a little white lie was worth the try.

"Stop being such a wuss and just show yourself already," You request, turning your flashlight every which way in hopes of spotting something. "I don't bite."

"I'm sure you don't," That same voice comes bellowing out, this time from your right. When you glance over and redirect the lighting, there's finally something. Similar to the infamous Cheshire Cat, there is but a mouth revealed in the air all mystically, "But you do speak far too much. It's no wonder you are here alone."

Then the mouth poofs and your eyes frantically wander around the area to spot it again. You were getting so close to officially meeting a ghost and yet you're stuck with one that had the nerve to tease his revelation.

You continue to aim your flashlight around. "What's wrong with me being here alone? Are you implying I didn't have any friends to bring along with me or something??" You ask, "Cause if so, you'd be wrong."

If anyone else were watching this entire interaction, they'd be fully convinced you'd gone crazy seeing as you were literally speaking to thin air.

There's a thunder of chuckling from behind you and your entire back suddenly feels warm-, hot, even. Followed by which is a rather sensual brush of air against your neck and that voice comes rumbling out hard enough to vibrate throughout the space around you, "Would I?" He purrs huskily.

It's embarrassing how addictive the sound of his voice is becoming. Gulping, your head angles off to the side before you whirl around fully in hopes of laying your eyes on who you're speaking to. Nothing fills the space there but, you could feel his unmoving presence now—as if a pair of eyes were burning into your very soul.

"Yeah, you would," You claim, "I came here alone on my own accord."

"Mmh," A sound of understanding thrums directly in front of you as a half-shrouded shadow finally begins to emerge from the nothingness. It's slow the way his frame comes into your line of sight, the edges of his towering body flickering all ghost-like at its ends and resembling that of burning candle wisps. “Then you’ve yourself to blame for what’s to become of you, tresspasser.”

Something blossoms deep within the pit of your stomach, almost like butterflies. Unfortunately for the increasingly attractive ghost in front of you, you weren’t exactly the type to see the difference between a threat and flirting.

As you fight the urge to smile, his entire figure is revealed to you and… holy shit.

Standing at a staggering six-, no, over seven feet tall is a scowl-faced monster who looked like he wanted to kill you already. Two muscular arms cross over his beefy, inked chest, while another pair of arms have found themself on the purchase of his hips to rest upon. His hands carried dark black paint across the nails and if you expected the description of this beast to stop there, you were oh-so-poorly mistaken.

To your everloving surprise, he also has four eyes that are all fixated on your starstucken frame, taking in every inch of you just as you were him. Then you look down and catch the wide-spread smirk that adorns the fucking mouth on his stomach. The rapacious bastard had two of everything! Surely this was the greed level of which the Bible discussed as a sin so heavily.

Blinking a few times, you catch the way his attire is all ancient and yet regally sitting on his carved hips, robes hanging low whilst his upper half remains completely bare to your hungry gaze. When you finally bring yourself to look up at his face again, you catch the crimson red in his eyes that glared at you so vexingly it almost turned you on, and the matching markings decorating his unfairly even, yet ghastly skin.

Water wastes no time welling up in your mouth at the raw sight of him despite how absolutely haunting he was standing right in front of you. He was so broad that his shadow swallowed you up entirely and seemed to capture the entirety of that pathetic little flashlight in your hands.

You had to be the world's luckiest person. The longer you stood in his presence, the more you understood that this was some weird inhumane blend of a being. Not a mere ghost and certainly monstrous in every way, this was your greatest dream come true.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” You’re breathing out without second thought, eyes widened in awe. “Here I was expecting something like a floating bedsheet and yet you’re…” Your words die out on your tongue as he thumps closer and leans down to you.

Mockingly, his head weighs to the side and he studies your admiring gaze carefully. “You are not frightened," He points out obviously with a confused brow, “Why?”

“Am I supposed to be?” You ask in return. “I told you I came here looking to talk to a ghost.”

The pink-haired male standing broodily before you narrows all of his eyes at you and his gaze seems to grow impossibly sharper. “I am more than a mere ghost,” He seethes out all thickly in annoyance. God, he was really hot… “Mind your tongue when addressing me, human.”

You’re the one cocking a brow and folding your arms now—the gesture rather endearing to someone of his size in comparison to you—and your eyes go rolling with a level of sassiness he finds distasteful. “You look like a mere ghost to me,” You scoff before sizing him up and down, “Hell, or at least as old as one…”

“Excuse me?” He drones out whilst a vein begins to color his sharp jawline with hot irritation, “You will address me correctly, woman. I am Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curs—“

“Yeah, yeah,” You cut off with a wave of your hand. The audacity of your demeanor threw him so off that he couldn’t quite figure out if he wanted to tear you limb from limb or fling you out of the house. “I’ve got what kinda monster you are down already—old, grouchy, and bitchless—just my type. No need for the extra introduction, Mr. King of whatever-the-fuck.”

Sukuna doesn’t think he’s ever found himself at a loss for words until this very moment. 

Genuinely, it was as though all his speech had fallen on deaf ears and he wasn’t used to that in the slightest. Now, it has been years since he’s last spoken to a human but surely your kind hasn’t deteriorated in intellect this much..? Could you not sense the danger that exuded off of his large stature? Were the double appendages and monster-appearance not enough to ward you off immediately?

If so, why the fuck not?

“You-,” The proper syllables in his mouth struggled to formulate for a moment. Then he replayed your statement in his head and his expression twitched. “Bitchless?” Sukuna repeats, confusion splaying out over his handsome face.

Snorting, you offer him a nod of your head, “Yeah, bitchless.” Then you gesture at his ancient attire, “You look like you haven’t seen pussy in decades.”

His lashes merely flutter over at the mouth you had on you and how ridiculously unfiltered it seemed to be. Well, that, and the way your lips curved and slid over one another as you spoke. Sukuna’s unsure why his many eyes zero in there as if he needed to watch your own voice slip out of you.

“And you’ve made this assumption based on..” His deep tone trails off for only a moment as he follows your gaze down to his clothes, “My attire? Traditional clothing leads you to believe I am… 'bitchless'?” Sukuna asks with a far too innocent curiosity weighing into his words. 

The term to describe his lack of women alone already sounded weird coming out of his mouth, all uncouth and unfamiliar to him.

“I mean, yeah.” You huff softly, “That and the way you’re talking-, are those four arms?” You interrupt yourself as if you’d been waiting to get that out ever since you set eyes on him. Then you’re adding on an eager, “Can I touch them?” whilst stepping forward.

Sukuna doesn’t move because the closing distance between the two of you meant nothing to him. “No, you may not-,” He’s answering without considering your words for even a second. Unfortunately for him, he’s been graced by the presence of the world’s most persisting woman; you—who slithers up close to him and reaches an arm out. To which he deadpans, “What are you doing.” as if demanding a direct response from you instead of questioning your actions.

You get close enough to him to feel the weird heat oozing off of his towering body, leaving you to wonder if all your presumptions about the supernatural had been wrong. You thought they were supposed to be cold. This one is everything but. 

Feeling his eyes still on you, “I just wanna get a closer look,” You clarify, “Pleeeease-“

“Do not whine unless provoked.” Sukuna scoffs, doing little to hinder his current loathing. “You will have your look, human, and then you will leave, yes?”

Ignoring his question entirely, you take the permission to study all four of his arms and then run with it. 

Your hands come up to feel along each one carefully, leaving you surprised by the fact that you can even do that considering you thought your touch would sink right through him. It was clear that he was far from dead, despite his haunting stature. He had some sort of ability to control the transparency of his body at will, so that let you know Sukuna specifically allowed his body to be solid just so you could feel on it.

“They’re so big,” You exclaim gently as your palms travel the expanses of his arms and earn a grunt from his throat.

Through this, you end up circling Sukuna and feeling just about every inch of his multiple appendages. The markings and muscles that carve out his body are almost enough to have you drooling (again).

When you make it to his front once more, your touch curves downward from his upper arms and trails over his collarbones before making a descent across his chest. He may be some sort of ghost-monster but he is very much alive in a certain sense. At least, alive enough for you to feel the rapid beating of his heart as your fingers splay over him, and alive enough for you to notice the jump in his low breathing once your fingertips graze his nipples.

Sukuna immediately catches the spark in your eyes when you realize his little flinch and he wastes no time in grabbing hold of your wrists. “Enough,” He warns, “You have felt and looked at me enough. Leave.”

Ignoring him again, your eyes simply dart down and then you hum, “So, four arms, four eyes, and a mouth on your stomach, huh? Does this mean you have two of everything?” You ask before looking up again.

A vein is settling into his forehead now. “Aside from legs, obviously, yes.” Sukuna answers in a tone low enough to rival a snarl.

Wrists still held captive by his larger hands, you nod. “Right, right…” You start out innocently. But—even though he’d only known you for a few minutes now—it was clear you were about to ask something else that’d only piss him off further. “Does that mean you have two assholes?”

“What?” Sukuna scoffs as he flings your wrists out of his grasp, causing you to stumble off to the side a little. Then he crosses his arms again, “No, I have two cocks.”

“Well that doesn’t make any sense but, whatever…” You deride with yet another roll of your eyes. Quickly adding a casual, “Are they big too?”

Any moment now his cursed body will allow him to kill you, surely.

He brings a hand up to pinch the slightly curved bridge of his nose and squeezes his eyes shut for a moment as he sighs, “Are you insulting me, human?”

“No, of course not!” You say quickly, waving your hands out. “I’m just curious, honestly!”

“Don’t you things have a saying about curiosity and how it kills,” Sukuna bores, gaze flicking over to you once more. When he notices the way you’re still sending him that glimmerful look, he tutts. “No,” He answers, “They are average size. Now leave.”

A brow of yours has never shot up faster, “Average sized for a behemoth like you or…” Your voice trails off as you slowly look down, quickly finding yourself staring rather openly at that downright slutty v-line of his and how veins decorate the center, trailing lower and then disappearing behind the hefty robe bundled up and resting at his hips. 

There was no way a being of his size had anything “average” in between his legs.

It’s not until you notice him stepping forward that all your senses grow rather alert again. Then comes his voice, completely weighted and thick with a sudden tension that has your spine stiffening, “If I show you, will you leave?”

“Probably not,” You reply jokingly to mask the heat that quickly sunk into your face at the sound of his bold words. 

And here you’d thought you’d be the only shameless one here…

Sukuna lets off a stiff groan when he hears your response as he continues his slow pacing toward you. To which you quickly backtrack, “Okay, okay, fine. Since you’re offering, I’ll leave after you show me.”

The distance between you two only grows smaller and you gulp profusely. The old floorboards beneath his feet didn’t creak nor grouse in the slightest under his bulky body and that served as more proof that he was very much a ghost, as if you needed any more by now.

“Good.” Sukuna’s tone draaags out of his body and you feel almost possessed as his next command leaves his slightly rose-toned lips, “Now sit.”

He ordered you so seamlessly that you almost felt like some kinda dog. “Pardon?” You chuckle nervously, “Y-You want me to sit on the floor?”

The monster can’t help the twitch of his lips as they curve upwards into a vicious smirk, “You want a proper look, don’t you?” He asks rhetorically. “Your best view of my cocks will be from down on your knees.” Sukuna claims.

You wanted to hate how stupidly wet his words got you just then but, how could you focus on that when you were too busy lowering yourself down onto your knees for him? The floor is cool against the fabric of your pants where your knees meet them and Sukuna waits until you are completely seated before he even starts moving. 

You barely even knew this creature and within only ten minutes of talking to him, he had you on your knees as he soon used his lower set of hands to pull at the stocky fabrics of his robes. Your eyes were as eager as ever, the look in them making something primal stir inside of the monster in front of you. It’d been so long since he’d laid with a woman and then you came along.

Dropped right at his doorstep too. How perfect.

Sukuna’s thick fingers pluck at his robes ever so slowly just so he could haul the tense moment out even longer. He knew you’d leave once he revealed himself to you so, part of him wanted to take this as gradually as possible. Your gaze never wavers and you’re catching every shuffle of the white fabric against his fingertips and the way they eventually drape off to the side just enough for you to see skin.

And the moment you do, you can’t help the gasp that jumps out of you. Lashes fluttering about, you’re left bewildered by the two large, fully erect cocks bobbing out from under those pesky robes that’d been peeled gracefully to the side like wet panties. Something pathetic threatens to exit you but, tugging your lower lip in between your teeth helps you keep that at bay.

“They’re hard…” You point out obviously whilst your head steadily begins to tip off to the side in awe. His upper cockhead is drooling profusely enough to challenge the saliva welling up inside your mouth right now, especially as your words hit the air.

Sukuna is still glaring down at you like he couldn’t be bothered with this tiresome situation, his top two arms neatly crossed all casually, and a knowing smirk returning to his expression again once he notices the way you’re looking at him. “They always are.” He explains to you.

When you look up again, you miss the way precum sprouts from the tip of his lower cock in reaction. “That must hurt, huh, big guy?” You whisper, knees shifting against the floor to grow closer.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you were trying to remind yourself that you wanted to meet a monster. Not fuck one. 

Sukuna flashes a pouty scowl at you, amusement quickly wiped from his face as you carried the nerve to mock him. Something frustrated burned deep in the pit of his stomach the more he stared down at you.

Both of his dicks being paintfully hard just a few inches away from the same mouth he’d been gaping at before surely wasn’t helping his mind right now. And the fact that you still taunted him like he wasn’t engulfing the very space above you was downright infuriating.

Then you had the gall to look down at his erections again. Sukuna watches your lips quirk and he feels himself twitching. “Oh, you’re wet,” You purr teasingly as you lift your index towards his glistening tip.

His jaw tenses immensely and his brows meet, a heavy puff leaving his slightly flared nostrils, “I do not get, ‘wet’, woman.” He argues.

“But, your cocks are dripping,” You hum innocently with a point of your finger, “Look.” Then you unintentionally make contact with his tip, your skin slipping right over the dribbling mess currently leaking from the slit of his blushing head.

Sukuna’s lips part just barely and his voice is uncharacteristically softer, “That’s…”

He can’t find the words to finish that statement of his before you’re scooting all the way forward so that you’re properly in front of him, finger still rubbing faintly against his tip.

“I could help, if you want,” You offer.

His hands fidget slightly as he fights the overwhelming urge to take your head into his large palms and angle you as he pleases—a rush of desire to use your mouth overcoming his thoughts just that quickly. “I have not experienced pleasure from a human in centuries,” He tells you, “What makes you think you’re worthy of pleasing me?”

Blinking, “Perhaps the way you’re wetting up my finger right now?” You say with a chaste snort as you pluck said finger away to see the string of arousal hanging between his tip and your finger. Curiously, you quickly pop that finger into your mouth and suck on it with a little hum.

Sukuna’s brows shoot up in surprise after watching you do that, wondering what the hell got him to this point in his afterlife…

“Fine,” He grumps, finally using his lower set of hands to clasp your face into his palms. Your hands fall into your lap and he steps impossibly closer, feet coming up against the outer sides of your thighs as his cocks dangled over your face. Then Sukuna was pressing a fat thumb over your bottom lip and easing your mouth open, “Since you want to help me so badly, open up properly for me.”

A whine sinks right out of you—one of pure, satisfactory need. As your mouth broadens in width for what’s in front of you, you hardly get a moment to really process what you've gotten yourself into before a plump 'n searing head of wet precum is kissing the skin of your lip.

You keep your eyes up on Sukuna's silently degrading ones whilst your tongue lulls out of your mouth in slutty fashion and carefully swipes up his taste. Then your lips push forward once more and you're going from soft kitten licks to honeyed kisses.

To which Sukuna scoffs and shifts one of his hands to the top of your head, "If this is meant to get me off, you're doing a rather poor job." He comments meanly.

You obviously don't care for his words so, accepting his little challenge, you push your head forward and lift your hand up to his second cock. Your mouth quickly engulfs Sukuna's arguably longer set of inches as drool spills down into the palm you have smoothing over his thicker shaft below.

The quick motions have Sukuna hissing sharply in surprise. You're on your knees lathering his second cock using the mess of saliva and slick from the first as if you'd done this before, skillfully jerking at one length while you hungrily swallowed up the other.

He could hardly keep his many hands on your head, part of him wanting to let you do your thing since you'd seem to know what you were doing now.

His dick easily bulged around your wettened lips and with every deep suck on him. Your face was left brushing against his pelvis and meeting the pretty pink tuffs of hair that decorated his skin there. With each time your lips french kissed his base—tongue spelling your name out against the sensitive vein he had hiding on the underside of his curving cock—Sukuna found himself shuddering.

“Y-Yes, like that...” He stammered, trying to quickly make up for it with a low clearing of his throat and a hearty groan, “Fuuck, what a perfect throat for my cock.” He praises as he works a set of fingers through your hair and watches the way your head twists and bobs--squelches ringing all throughout the air. “I fit in this hole like it was made for me.”

Then the hand you have wrapped oh-so-perfctly around his second shaft is squeezing around him and jerking even faster before you pry your mouth off with a sloppy pop! and then dribble globs of spit all into your hand.

“Y'know, this one’s longer than the other,” You whisper softly as you let your kisser slip against the same dick you just had buried in your throat seconds ago. Then you divulge a drunken little snicker, “And this one-, mh," Your head angles down and smooches at his other erection, "This one’s thicker…”

His left pair of eyes begin to twitch due to your studying and slight analyzation of him, “Stop… mgh-, talking..." He huffs.

You pull away just enough to send him a smile, “Why? You were just throbbing all over my tongue a second ago.”

“Tch," Sukuna scoffs with that expected attitude of his, ears blushing with red he hopes you don't notice (you do). "Open your fucking mouth and make that tongue of yours worth something to me again.” He orders.

Before you get the chance to say anything else snarky or challenging, he's maneuvering your mouth right back onto him. The motion isn't too rough or anything, just enough to get you to shut the hell up before he embarrassingly left a mess of creamy white on that pretty face of yours earlier than he intended to...

“Theere we are. Much better," He utters as his body relaxes and your throat clamps cutely around his plump shaft, “Hahh, you’re a lot more likable as a cocksleeve.”

At that, he feels the way you whine against all his staggering inches and then practically rip yourself off with a slight cough just to huff, “Excuse m-mmpf–”

Unfortunately for you, you're only cut off again by Sukuna feeding his dick past those parted lips of yours—ones of which he truly didn't feel like hearing any more complaints from. Which is why he's fighting back a snicker and his tone comes out a bit more cooing, “No more of that. C’mon now, I thought you were learning,” He whirs out.

Groans that meshed with pretty grunts quickly gurgled out of him as his strong hips started thrusting forward. You lose your grip on him with your hand and to make up for the surprise, your hand merely slips further down to stimulate his weighty balls.

You gag around him almost immediately as you feel his rude cockhead pounding against the back of your throat with a viscous thwack—-having coaxed you into deepthroating him now.

The smile that draws out against his lips is full of pure sin, “Mmgh, look at you—gagging all around me," Sukuna husks out, hand tucking behind your head now to glide you into his thrusts. "Is it too big for you, brat?" He chuckles, tipping his head to the side and adoring the way you pout around him and send him a teary glare, "I thought this was what you wanted?”

You’re left unresponsive to him since you’re too busy taking the way he pulps up against your uvula to tug more gagging and slopped purls out of you. As a completely disheveled mess of a woman below him, you can’t help but feel way more debauched than you thought you would.

And this was really only the beginning.

Sukuna’s impolite with the way he fucks your throat; one cock pumping in and out of your mouth with little to no mercy as the slick of his second head bumps up under your slacked jaw and constantly thumps the center of your throat—serving to only make your trachea tighten around his first. 

And the sounds that were leaving you…

God, it was filthy. All sorts of choking and gurgling surged throughout the room and the mess of spit and liquid arousal that was gathering into a messy little puddle onto the floor in between the two of your legs was just disgusting. 

Sukuna doesn’t find himself losing his patience again until he notices how far apart your thighs have become and the way he can’t exactly see where your second hand has gone off to.

The right corner of his lips twitch and he tips his head over some more—still fucking your throat ‘til it was likely to be bruised—just to finally spot what exactly you were doing. Your hand had dived in between your legs all selfishly to touch what he’d mentally already claimed as his from the moment you’d opened your mouth for him.

An almost feral crack of a smile dawns onto his lust-struck features, “Awh, are you touching yourself?” Sukuna coos again, lower lip sticking out into a pout to mock the whimper you let out against his cock. “How cute. That poor pussy is down there aching for me, isn’t she?” He asks rhetorically before finally using the grip on your hair to pull you off of him. As you pant heavily in an honest attempt of catching your breath, his voice dips impossibly lower, “Do you want me to fuck you?”

Despite the dizziness whirling around your mind right now and the way you felt as though you could hardly see through the tears that’d welled up in your eyes from his mean use of your throat, you still manage a nod and a weak hum, “Mhm..”

He scoffs, “You should know I hate mumbling by now. Speak, woman. You had so much to say earlier, don’t stop now just because I’ve given your throat a little fucking.”

He says as if you couldn’t feel the soreness creeping up on you already…

Obediently, you swallow a gulp down carefully and then nod, “Yes, Sukuna.” Your voice is hoarse, as he fully expected and wanted it to be.

But to annoy you even further and test just how far this obedience of yours would go, Sukuna brings a finger to your jaw and tips your head further up, “Yes what? What exactly do you want? Tell me.”

“I want you to fuck me,” You request softly before leaning into his touch more. His hand opens for you and your cheek mashes into his large palm—a gesture of which is far more intimate than he cares for it to be but, he lets it carry out for a moment.

“Mmh,” Sukuna grumbles, “I’ve missed your kind dearly.” Then he takes his hand away from you and nods over to the bed a few feet away from you both, “Get on the bed and strip.”

——

Spoiler alert, the bed breaks.

Now, you don’t know if that’s because you ended up fucking a ghost who also happened to be a literal monster or if that’s because the damn bed was probably older than you were. 

While Sukuna was very rough with your throat, he’s a bit softer with your cunt. You suspect that’s because he hadn’t had pussy in so long, which made him almost like a virgin of sorts.

Though, he did not fuck like one.

“Look at youu, so wet and pretty for my cock,” His words feel as though they were cascading down onto your entire spread frame with how contrastingly gentle they were. 

Currently, his pretty reddened tip was busy driving up and down the expanse of your puffy folds, gathering your syrupy slick all over his skin and letting it smear into the wetness that’d decorated his length from previously.

Sukuna doesn’t miss a single twitch in your body and his multiple pupils dilate as he watches your cunt slobber and twitch around his length before he’d even pushed it in yet, “Do you like that? Yeah?” You merely replied with a half nod of your head considering the way you were losing your mind right now. 

It was a constant and tortuous tease of his monstrous cock sinking up and down your sleeky slit, so heavy and profound with the way he’d occasionally rub aloft against your clit. 

When he finally, finally started to push into you, your back was quickly arching up from the creaking bed and your eyes had crossed from the sheer stretch before rolling delicately back. 

Sukuna glanced down to gape at your clammy thighs clung carefully in two of his palms as he kept them apart. Then, it's rather whorish the way he spits into the pad of his other thumb, pushes the erection he doesn't have inside you to the left for room, and then swipes that thumb of his down to glissade around your clit.

The motion serves to make his entry a tad bit easier for you but it doesn't hinder the number of times whimpers of his name float past your lips. A set of your fingers wrap around one of his wrists just to hold on whilst his plumping head pushes past your tight ring of resistance.

“O-Ohhmygod,” You whine ever so sweetly, unintentionally causing his shaft to bulge deeper into you with an eager-to-please thrust of his hips.

Sukuna’s groans are probably the most hauntingly sexy thing you’ve ever heard in your life. The sound takes up the entire bedroom and has your cunt gushing around him and then pulling his cock all the way into the hilt. 

You’re clinging on his wrist as you gasp from the streeetch he was bullying you with. And he wasn’t even trying to be rough with you (yet), it was just natural. Someone of his size was bound to come with a bit of pain. Luckily for you, getting your throat fucked prior to this had you soaked beyond belief.

Well, that and the fact that you’d been turned on ever since he sent his glares your way.

Right now though? That glare has been replaced with dainty pleasure that’s washed his grumped face—leaving his eyebrows tensed upwards, mouth salivating heavily, and eyes practically forming small hearts in them.

Something in his brain is sputtering. You were so unfairly warm around him that he felt as though he’d finally made it to heaven for a moment; right here, inside you.

After he’s got one cock completely flush within your weeping pussy and has given you a moment long enough to adjust to his size, his hips begin to pry back—just barely. He could only pull his length out a few inches before stuffing himself right back in with a raw, anxious grunt tumbling out of him.

Now that, he hated. He absolutely despised how addictively good you felt. So much so that it takes over his body and before he even realizes what he’s doing, he’s got you folded up into a mating press. Now his hips were relentless against yours, the clapping of skin bouncing about the room as he sang out groans of how perfect you were.

You were under him struggling to breathe with the inability to move your body—your arms pinned over your head by two of his hands, his others on your legs. It’s not until his cockhead sloppily slips out of your cunt with a gushy squelch and then accidentally presses against that second hole, catching against your rim and earring a whine of surprise from you.

Sukuna’s body halts at the sound and he would’ve stopped entirely if not for the heightened, “Fuck, yes,” that ghosts out of you. Then his eyes snap up to your face and he waits until you give him this look that almost has him blowing his load. “Don’t stop,” You snicker lightly, eyes glinting with want, “I need both of them.” You demand.

Again, the monster’s brain all but malfunctions. His hips are moving at the same time his lips are to respond with a straining simper of, “Filthy girl…” You feel his slathered mushroom tip begin to press forward once more, this time to ease carefully into your ass. There’s another span of slowness as you wince upon entry, though, it’s not a wince of unwelcoming. “You’ve already begun to soak up one of my cocks and now you’re begging for the second?” He teases.

The fluids from your cunt easily served as lube for him to glide in almost smoothly after a few minutes of adjustment. And his second, upper cock doesn’t take much longer to swell back in between your puffy folds.  

Sukuna couldn’t even try to stop himself from cumming the moment he had both of his dicks inside you. It was rather immediate, the cluttered spurts of globby cum into both of your tight caverns of warmth and wetness. His groan is bellowing and almost apologetic as he does so, hips quickly snapping forward in hopes of distracting you from the way he’d manage to cum so early.

…Even though you’d long since made multiple messes around him by now.

Incoherent moans choke out of you now, eyes crossed into dizziness from being filled by not one but two veiny cocks. “S’kunaa,” You’d cry out in a blabbering slur, face a mess of drool and tears as your gaze remained lust-glossed. “I f-feel s’fuckin’ full,” You grumble, arms twitching to escape the weight his own kept on them.

He hadn’t even started moving yet and both of you were completely drunk on one another. Sukuna felt like he couldn’t think and you definitely couldn’t breathe coherently. 

Huffing, “Look at you, all spread out and dumb on my cocks,” Sukuna has the never to murmur to you before leaning his heavy body down and caressing his slippery thumb downwards against your clit. Then he eaches your ear and your brain feels like mush as he whispers carefully, “Prettiest thing I’ve seen in centuries.”

“K-Keep talking about how-, hahh.. h-how old you are, m’close,” You snicker just barely as he turns his head and sticks his tongue out to lap the tears and saliva up from your face.

Then he’s talking against your skin whilst gently rocking his hips forward, just pressing deep against your slicking insides. “Oh, you think you’re so funny, huh?” He challenges.

To which you break out a smile, “Mhmm..”

It’s instinct the way his fingers narrow around your clit to pinch hard enough that a throb is induced from your body. The damn monster acted as though the entire weight of his body wasn’t already smothering you down into the bed, “Laugh now.” 

“Fuu-uck…” You gasp in reaction, “Mmgh! hnngh, Sukuna!”

“You’ll wear my name out if you keep moaning it like that,” He whispers playfully as he finally adjusts his weighty body to help you bring some oxygen back into your lungs. Not that this lasts long since the greedy tongue from his stomach mouth soon splays out against your lower abdomen and slathers its way down to your clit to lull over. Your walls instantly begin to cuddle the swelling shafts of his cocks in reaction.

Yet you still manage to scoff, “Would you r-rather me—fuck, that f-feels good—moan something else?”

“I would rather you shut the fuck up,” He counters before releasing your arms from his hold and then stuffing two fingers into your mouth. You muffle something bratty out against his digits but that only makes him smile, “Ahh, muuuch better. No more of those annoying words out of that drooling mouth of yours. So messy…”

From there on out, everything is just messy and no longer soft. In Sukuna’s mind, he gave you ample time to relish in what little he possesses of a “soft-side” but now it was time to get back on track.

Those angry hips of his waste no more time with meeting your skin with haphazard thrusts as the veins decorating his bulking dicks rub all drunkenly against your honeyed walls.

Quickly earning a groan from him, “Mmgh, I prefer you this way, human.” To which you begin to lap your tongue around his fingers and work your mouth against them skillfully. “Suck harder,” He demands.

You, ever the brat, then decide to clasp your teeth around his fingers and instead of wining in pain or even flinching, Sukuna’s eyes flash something crazed before he moans, “A-Ah… fuck, bite me again.” He pants hotly, feeling your jaw clamp again,  “Harder,” He scolds. Followed by which is a smile that’s paired with a very faint whine, “Fuuuck yes, just like that.. good girl.”

Then he’s snapping into your harder, silently letting you know you’ve done nothing more than fuel his desire and causing the bed beneath the two of you to creak and thrash against the wall. His cum spills past your lips and your puckered hole whilst his monstrous sizes fill you out, leaving a creamy ring of white around his bases.

The mess of it all drools down to wrap around his balls that’d been busy clashing against your skin just as much as his insistent hips were. Sukuna was a merciless fuck, something of which any human you’ve ever been with could never compare to.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Having two fat cocks stretch out your needy holes?” Sukuna drawls out before he hears a shatter of wood from somewhere. 

His eyes leave you for hardly even a second to see that the bed under you both seems to have broken. Nevertheless, there were more important things to tend to right now—such as a sudden splatter of something profusely soaked from below. 

Sukuna looks down faster than ever and his body shudders at the sight and feeling of you squirting on him, “And look at that pussy, my, my… what a slutty lil’ thing she is.”

“S-Sukuna-, hnngh! S’too m-much!” You’re sobbing out, feeling a hand of his come up to cradle your cheek and swat away those messy tears of yours. He’d just licked the last batch of cries away from your face and yet you had the gall to wet it all over again? How rude.

“Oh hush your crying, slut.” He scolds, leaning all the way up now and waiting until your stream comes to a stop, “This can’t possibly be your first time squirting.”

“It iss,” You whimper, eyes rolling back, and legs still quivering from it. “S’too fuckin’ m-much… nngh-,” Your last moan is a bit quieter considering your voice is rather lost to pleasure by this point.

“And yet you took it all,” Sukuna huffs with a roll of his eyes. Then he slides out of you, his thick seed splattering out against your sweaty skin and leaving a mess of obscenity behind. “All of my inches, deeper and deeper into the back of those weepy holes.” He hums, tone reverberating against his throat.

Your body is left convulsing for a long moment whilst you feel the weight in the bed shifting, your eyes sealed shut, and mouth agape to capture most of your lost breath back.

Sukuna’s touch had left you and you thought you both were done. Uh-fucking-fortunately for you, it’s not long before his hands are gabbing at your thighs and tugging your body down against the bed.

You gasp loudly as your eyes fly open and you look down to see him in between your legs, face way too close to your pulsing pussy. “Sukuna, w-wait… you’re not about to–”

“Relaax, silly human. I just want to clean you up,” He murmurs slyly, angling his head inward and bringing his lips to the mess of cum and remnants of your squirting. You take a second to relax again but when you do, his eyes are hungry on yours, “Perfect,” He sighs, watching you bring a hand down and then diving it into his pink hair. “Now watch me feast.”

And feast he does, licking up every drop of cum that’d been left all over your gorgeous skin. Sukuna may have absolutely ruined you but he’d never leave you like that. His tongue is kittenish against your inner thighs and around your abdomen, making sure to clean around your cunt and saving the best part for last.

When he finally gets there, he’s pussydrunk all over again. His fat tongue dives past your plush folds and then gives them a firm suck to tug his seed out of you, “Mmgh.. we taste… ah, delicious together.” He whispers into your pussy. “Haahh, my woman spoiled me so well, mmhmm.”

You’re flinching every now and then due to the prominent sense of overstimulation thrumming throughout your body but since his tongue isn’t as bullying as the rest of him had been…

Broken and soft, “Y-Your?” you ask with barely furrowed brows.

“Pwah, you heard me. My woman,” He spits out, thumbs coming up to pry your glossy lips apart and watch you throb, “Isn’t that right, beautiful?” He says to your cunt softly. You clench around nothing weakly and that brings a tender smile to his face, “Mh, such a helpful lil’ thing…”

...So much for simply summoning a ghost or meeting a monster.

Your slutty ass just had to go the extra mile and fuck both wrapped up in one sexy package, huh?

To answer that, yes.

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