Far from the shallow now...

Sukuna's red eyes scanned the scene calmly. He was in no hurry or impatience, at least not now. Y/N's body seemed especially smaller around the crystal clear and essentially warm water of the huge hot tub. Sukuna didn't avoid calling you "little bimbo" in his mind because you had been stupid enough to enter that pool not wearing underwear, but still wearing the not-too-short white dress with plenty of transparency around your extremely smaller body than his.

Y/N was theoretically the monthly sacrifice of one of the many villages that were under the control of the King of Curses, and during the entire journey to the huge temple where he resided, there was hardly a minute in which her eyes were not misty with fear and apprehension of her own future that was no longer in her hands.

But why had they chosen it? Probably for lack of other options, since you weren't even a virgin anymore and rumors were going around the winding streets of the villages that Sukuna preferred to rape virgin girls before he finished eating them otherwise. And a priori you thought he would simply kill you as soon as you were thrown on your knees in the middle of the main temple room where the King was sitting on his throne of bones, but, unlike you, he was content to look at you with disinterest and ask your name.

Sukuna's husky voice spoke your name about twice, as if testing how he could reverberate through the walls, tasting an immaterial part of you. And several shivers ran down your back like electric shocks as soon as that curse cracked a wicked smile after calling a servant to drag you into another room of the temple.

And that brings us to the present moment, with you standing almost in the middle of a huge hot tub with water covering your body halfway up your thighs, the edge of your white dress offered by Sukuna's servant earlier floating on the crystal clear surface and every fiber of your body tense. Your eyes couldn't even give themselves enough courage to face the monster more robust than you, so they were fixed on your feet resting on the bottom of the tub.

— Why are you so tense, hm? — Sukuna finally spoke up, and you were startled into almost losing your balance and falling over onto your side, to which he gave a light mocking laugh. — You really are a pathetic little thing, aren't you?

— You... — He interrupted you with a gasp.

— "You?" — His head shook in the negative. — Who do you think you're talking to, hm? Show a little more respect to your King, you insolent worm. — Although Sukuna didn't even raise his voice, it was precisely the fact that he was frighteningly calm saying those things that made yours shoulders shrug and feet take two steps back.

— S-Sorry, sir... I... I didn't mean to offend you... — You swallowed dryly feeling increasingly uncomfortable.

— "Sir". — Sukuna licked his lips before cracking a satisfied sideways smile. — You learn everything very quickly, you were probably one of the best educated girls in your village. I wonder why they ended up sending one of your kind to me, there's almost nothing I can take advantage of in you.

— I-I don't know either, sir. —  Your voice, lower and lower in pitch, came out as a restrained whisper.

Sukuna looked you up and down without saying anything else. Was he about to kill you for good? The confirmation that there was little or even no interest in you made you tremble completely inside. But, no. Killing you was too simple. The King of Curses preferred a more entertaining, potentially less deadly game of cat and mouse, so he rose from where he was leaning against the edge of the hot spring pool and moved toward you in short, slow steps; the feeling of anxiety settling inside you. As his feet walked toward you, his eyes were busy analyzing your practically already bare body in your white dress, which was already transparent and had become even more so because of the steam coming off the hot water below you. You had a beautiful body, although not the most beautiful that his memory had ever registered, but still: it was beautiful.

Then Sukuna began to circle you a few centimeters away, the same way a predator does before it finishes attacking its prey. Your heart began to beat faster and faster in your chest, almost to the point where you thought it was going to pierce your skin and ribs. And seconds later, cheeks heated with embarrassment as your mind came to the conclusion that you were no longer wet between your legs just because of the hot water in the hot tub, but also because of the clear liquid of arousal coming straight from the entrance of your pussy.

Fuck, what was wrong with you? Getting embarrassingly horny from being treated like a piece of meat? Being placed in a submissive position with nothing to really benefit you?

You felt one of Sukuna's four hands clasp around your body and pull you up slightly until your feet were at your fingertips, his face was close to one of your ears, and you could feel his huge chest against your back. And also two massive things pushing between your legs, against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. With your cheeks hot with embarrassment and already wondering what those two things were, you preferred not to lower your face to confirm, especially after remembering that it might irritate Sukuna.

— I can almost taste your fear on the tip of my tongue. — He whispered close to your ear, his voice low as if he were confessing a dirty secret. — And smell your horniness. — His fingers dug into the skin of your neck, definitely aiming to leave red marks there. — What do you think I should do with you, hm? Be creative.

— Sir... — Your mind started searching for answers that wouldn't make Sukuna change his mind about showing you a little mercy. — I just don't want to be killed, sir.

— Oh, really? — Sukuna answered, drumming his fingers against the skin of your neck. — But what exactly can you do to convince me that you deserve to live? I haven't seen you make any effort until now to show me that I have to let you live; all you've done so far is whine like a dumb and pathetic girl who can't think for herself. — Your breathing quickened and you knew that he noticed your chest rising and falling rapidly in a flurry of excitement at his words. — Oh, I got you. In the end, you're just a dirty slut like all the others who likes to be treated like a hole to be used, aren't you?

And maybe it would be better to let go of your too naive idea that Sukuna would let you come home safe and sound, without any trauma, without any personal problems. If he wanted to use you, maybe it would hurt less to pretend he did than to have him forcibly rip your dignity from you.

— Y-Yes, sir. — You replied, straining to rub your thighs against the two dicks of his that were between your legs as much as possible while your feet were still at your fingertips. — I like being treated like a hole... just a hole to be used, yes. — Your throat swallowed dry.

And then Sukuna licked a long strip of skin on the side of your neck and you tried so hard to suppress a moan, but your back arching against his chest gave away how much you had enjoyed his action. It didn't take long for him to turn you facing him and wrap his other arms around your body, lifting you completely off the bottom of the hot tub and beginning to walk to one end of it as if you weighed nothing.

Soon your back was resting on the wet, icy floor of the huge room built around that tub, yours legs were being spread by two of the Curse King's four arms. And as soon as he lifted the hem of your dress halfway up your belly, a contemptuous smile was thrown in your direction. Your cunt was soaking wet and it was clear how swollen your clit was, begging for any kind of attention. You caught yourself looking at Sukuna with nothing but desire and anticipation at the time he leaned forward, holding your waist with his two lower arms to hold you still in place while one of the two upper arms opened your folds with a V formed by his index and middle finger and the other spread his hand over your pelvis.

He opened his mouth to let a trickle of the saliva fall onto your open pussy and spread that trickle of liquid over her using his tongue, thus already starting to work orally there. Ironically Sukuna was too good at getting you reduced to a drooling heap, with your body spasming and your brain short-circuiting from the sheer amount of tension and pleasure coursing through you in a short period of time. Even the firm grip of his hands on your waist seemed to amplify all the pleasure, but soon that same grip loosened in terms of pressure and force when one of his palms migrated to your wet ass from both the water coming off the edge of the tub and the natural lubrication of your cunt.

When his fingers threatened to invade yours ass in an uncomfortable way, your first move was to try to close your legs and swing them against the sides of his face, so the King of Curses just kept licking and sucking your pussy as if your attempted protest was nothing more than a minimal hindrance that didn't even deserve his attention, and furthermore, he ended up actually using his fingertips to insert their tip inside the extremely tight inner area of her ass. You both knew that you had no chance of beating him in a hand-to-hand fight, you're so tiny for him.

Your brain didn't know what to focus on. On the divinely good feeling coming from Sukuna's skilled mouth working against your wet pussy or on the immediate discomfort of having your only virgin hole being carelessly invaded. You desperately needed to rid yourself of the tension in your body, which threatened more and more dangerously to end up cumming right on the lips of that monster who had previously been undermining all your mental control.

Internally, the King of Curses was delighting in yours facial expressions caused by the pleasure he was giving you. And then he understood why they had sent just you. You were exactly the kind of girl who would open her legs for him if he deemed it necessary to continue living, and human self-centeredness and desperation made Sukuna feel so alive; he was even thinking of keeping you as a fucktoy and thus breaking the promise he never made that he would let you return to the village, to your normal life.

Every time his long fingers made scissoring motions inside your ass his tongue strained to lick more of your juices. But make no mistake, Sukuna was not necessarily doing this to give you more pleasure, but because he knew that if you were not relaxed enough, his second cock would never enter your interior. And it wasn't long before your cunt was clenching around nothing, the knot at the bottom of your belly growing ever more latent and your body struggling against the arms of the King of Curses who kept stimulating from both your latent slit and your ass.

When you cum right next to that monster's mouth, your whole body shook and there didn't seem to be a crumb of oxygen left in your lungs, head spinning, vision blurred and your hands in a thoughtless move went to grab Sukuna's pink hair without actually pulling it, just holding onto the strands of it.

While your mind was too busy trying to deal with that overwhelming orgasm and your body could barely move its parts right without making a tremendous effort, the King of Curses took the opportunity to pull away from your body, leaving you completely without any sexual stimulation for a few brief seconds, and to get rid of the dark-colored kimono he had been wearing since the first interaction of the two of you in the main hall of his temple.

— Look at you! — Sukuna exclaimed with a wide smile as he noticed what a great job he did of making you almost braindead using only his fingers and tongue. — Totally ready to get cock drunk. — Two of his arms grabbed your legs to put them around his wide hips, and the other two positioned themselves one at your lower back holding you still and the last holding the base of your neck loosely.

Your body was almost completely immobilized, except for your arms, which ended up by instinct clinging to Sukuna's arm that had placed itself around your neck as if your life depended on feeling that you hadn't become unconscious and even more vulnerable around that monster. Your brain was slowly recovering from your previous orgasm, and so as soon as the King of Curses lightly brushed the tip of one of his dick against the edge of your ass, there was hardly a counter reaction from you.

But as soon as the tip of his member actually entered your tight and pristine interior, the burning and discomfort in that region made your attention turn there and your hands immediately closed into fists and started trying to pull Sukuna's hand away from your neck while trying to punch against his firm chest.

— Sukuna, n-no! Please! I don't...

But, truly, did you think that a series of punches without much force would stop the King of Curses? Please, do not fool yourself. His hand didn't move from your neck and his hips kept pushing one of his dicks into your ass and just as its base slammed against you indicating that your insides had completely engulfed him, your back arched painfully as your legs tried to close up and eyes filled with water and grunts of pain escaped from deep in your throat in the same way that moans were doing not a short time before.

— A girl as insolent and dumb as you, thanking me like that for all the work I've put into you. — Sukuna leaned over, covering your whole body with his, before straightening his second cock in front of your wet hole that had yet to be filled. — You should be thankful that I waste my time using your holes, you should be proud that you are chosen to be my cumdump.

His hand tightened a little more around your neck and you desperately opened your mouth trying to get more air at the sudden change in oxygen demand in your lungs, which resulted in the King of Curses above you literally spitting into your mouth and, by your own carelessness, your tongue causing you to swallow it.

Sukuna also took the opportunity to finish pushing his second dick into your cunt and a guttural, animalistic grunt escaped from between his lips just as his member reached the deepest corners inside you and you could see a small rise in your belly. He moved back and forth, moving in and out of you only to see that small deformation in that region and he cracked a wide, evil grin before he started bumping his hips against yours. And now your body moved in accordance with that of the monster above you, waist up to down, the hallucinatory sensation of being more internally full than it should be, breasts rising and falling, pleasure beginning to flood your senses again and clouding your ability to discern what was ethical and what was no longer.

The King of Curses really was fucking you with the intention of hurting your lower body so that you wouldn't walk properly the next day, and the mixture of pain and pleasure of having two of your holes completely filled and enlarged was making it harder and harder to delay your second orgasm.

Closer and closer to cumming as well, Sukuna angled his hips in such a way that you could feel him penetrating you deeper and deeper and because of his pelvis bumping repeatedly against yours, that part of your body was beginning to throb and you were never more thankful that he was holding you tightly and that your back was against the floor almost from the start of it all.

— What do you think about me breeding you, hm? — Sukuna asked, moving his hand from your neck to your chin and lifting your face until you were facing him. — I bet you'd love to carry my cum around, wouldn't you? You'd love the feeling of my seed gushing deep inside you, wouldn't you? — His thumb ran over your lower lip, which opened to let out a moan as his dicks continued to widen both your holes.

And, contradicting what your head really wanted to say, you nodded positively and a small "Y-Yes" escaped through your lips shamelessly. Soon after your sly whisper reached Sukuna's ears, his cocks spurted thick loads of cum inside you, you could even feel some of it slipping over the edges of your pussy and wetting your thighs, and the internal stimulation of having your entire insides filled with the cum of the greatest of curses was the basic thing needed to push you to the edge of yet another orgasm that made your body tremble completely at the overstimulation occurring in such a short time and collapse helplessly against the floor beneath you. The temperature around you so hot that it was giving you the impression that your body was suffering from a momentary fever, vision blurred without knowing where to focus and senses becoming increasingly disordered.