Author's Notes: I'll slap my AN only in the beginning this time. This is a one-shot smut in its purest form with a bit of flavor sprinkled on top.
The fic is entirely based on a dream I had in which Sukuna was getting naughty with an OC, so I got "inspired" to put it into a story and polish the OC a bit. I actually tried staying as faithful as possible to the dream, since it was pretty good enough already :D
If you are expecting any coherent plot in this ... there is none. The purpose of this one-shot is entirely sexy time with Sukuna and nothing else. I decided to put some backstory and flavor to the OC, because I don't like to just leave her bland and baseless.
With this out of the way, thank you for deciding to read my story and I hope you enjoy it ^^
- So, you're back again – There was that sadistic grin, returning on Sukuna's face. The one, which would always grace him whenever he felt entertained or pleased.
The passage of time could be quite dull and boring and not much could entertain the King of Curses. Sure, he showed interest in that boy, Megumi, but currently he was too weak to even remotely satisfy him. In time, he would become stronger, but until then, he proved useless of a distraction.
And then there was Itadori Yuji, Sukuna's stubborn vessel. That troublesome brat, who had too pure of a heart and only now was coming to realize the gravity of being a jujutsu sorcerer. He would often wonder how far the boy could go, before his spirit broke and he fully gave in to Sukuna's control. Even if, there was nothing more he wanted, he was still patient enough to serve only as an observer to the outside world and interfere only whenever he saw fit.
There was however, something else, which piqued his interest recently. Something quite unexpected had happened a few times now. It was this girl – she had a small frame, barely reaching up to his shoulder, long black hair and glowing golden eyes, her expression always cold as ice and unmoving. She never looked sad, never smiled, never got angry or irritated, no matter what Sukuna had said to her. But the more curious part was, how she managed to come to him.
The King of Curses would usually sit in his domain, atop his throne of demonic skulls, looking down on the world. Yuji would come to him from time to time, encounters which he found useless most often than not, but not unwelcome, as they provided some form of entertainment at least. And apart from that weakling Mahito, who got punished for it, no one else had been bold enough or able to, for that matter, to enter his domain.
Until she came one day. Wearing a long flowy dark kimono, much like his own, adorned in a floral pattern, covering her entire body, apart from her neck and head. Strands of her black hair would cover her pale face, as it flowed naturally behind her. Stoic eyes, always focusing on him and him alone. He was somehow taken with her and he did not understand why. But what also gave him an uneasy feeling was, how she managed to enter his domain, be so calm about it and never once show fear against him. He could understand Yuji – the brat was stupidly naïve enough and clueless about who Sukuna really was and how far his power actually extended, even if he was weaker now. But she … she was truly a mystery to him. And never once did he felt like he wanted to threaten her away, however something deep down inside him was screaming that even if he tried, he wouldn't have been able to.
The girl was coming here quite often. The first time she appeared to him was two weeks ago. Their encounter was brief, and she didn't linger, but he remembered it quite clearly. The moment those golden eyes would focus on his own crimson ones, he would get this familiar sense inside. During those two weeks, he learned very little about her. Apparently, a jujutsu sorcerer, she used her special ability to project her mind into his domain. The girl explained to him that even if her presence was only mental, she gave herself physical form and sustenance, meaning she could feel anything happening, but nothing would follow over to her real body. When he asked her why she chose this place to come to, she explained that it was comforting to her, which puzzled him even further. Sukuna's domain was not exactly comforting nor pleasant and his presence most of all would be enough to scare anyone off. But not her. The girl would come here, sit at the bottom of his tall throne and just talk to him. She would stay for a brief time and then go. He didn't care to count, but if he looked back at it all, he would say that she had visited him about 7 times in the span of those two weeks and much to his surprise, he had started anticipating her visits.
Sukuna never did manage to wrap his head around her, until their last encounter. That was the moment, where the truth was laid bare to him. All those questions he had – why she was never afraid of him, why she could enter his domain so calmly whenever she pleased, why he could never bring himself to threaten her away and most of all, the reason why he found her so curious and entertaining. It also made sense why her golden eyes felt so familiar as they held his own.
„What's your name?" Sukuna's calm voice echoed across his domain, as the black-haired girl was slowly going away. His question made her stop in her tracks and only vaguely turn her head towards him, enough so that one of her golden eyes would pin on his crimson gaze.
„What is this? The King of Curses is interested in my name? Most curious…" her stoic face never moved from the frozen unfeeling expression it had always been. Her voice was quiet and calm, but it had power in it and every time she spoke, Sukuna could feel it. The way she held herself in front of him, the way her presence never wavered. Truly fascinating.
„Since you already know so much about me and come visit me in my domain, it's only fair that I know your name." he grinned that sadistic smile of his, which made the girl face him fully.
„You haven't changed one bit, Sukuna. Your body may be smaller and your power may be lesser now, but your presence and the way you carry yourself is still the same." Sukuna lifted a brow at her words, his eyes filled with curiosity. The way she spoke, told him that she knew him way deeper than she would let on. „I seem to have made the right choice … guiding that young boy to where he needed to be. Playing on the strings of fate, so that he would feel desperate enough to eat your finger. Itadori Yuji seems like a nice fit for you." and there it was. Her first smile ever. But it wasn't the kind you would expect from a girl looking like her. There was something vile and sadistic in her smile, something which sent a familiar chill down Sukuna's spine. It was a feeling only one person could ever instill in him and it was only now that he remembered her. As his eyes widened with realization, she finally ushered her name at the same time as he did.
"Amaterasu…"
That was how their last encounter ended. She had finally revealed her true self and it was the only piece of the puzzle he needed, in order to understand everything. It had been centuries, since he last met her – Amaterasu, his divine bride.
Long ago, while Sukuna was still alive, his power was unmatched, earning himself the alias "The King of Curses". Even past death, he couldn't truly be destroyed, thus the remains of his 20 indestructible fingers, were turned into cursed objects. Each finger contained a portion of his power, which only grew through the ages. However, during his reign, there was one other, who managed to stand on equal ground as him. Amaterasu – the Silver-Tongued Maiden. In truth, she was far away from the image of a maiden. Just as wicked and twisted as he was, playing with everyone's fates as she pleased. It was the one thing he remembered in her very clearly. Amaterasu was a master of manipulation. She would guide humans and cursed spirits in a manner befitting a true mastermind. And she would do it so effortlessly, that the fools would never even realize it. To him it seemed as if she was the embodiment of fate – one very twisted and unforgiving. But maybe that was why he took such a liking to her. The Silver-Tongued Maiden was befitting for the King of Curses – the only one who could match him, and the only challenge he has ever felt thrilling enough to last him centuries.
He had thought many times that maybe it was by her guidance that their fates became intertwined. Even so, he felt extremely drawn to her, enough that he didn't care why. And so, he took her as his bride. Marked her as his own. And it seemed she had remained faithful to him to this very day. Amaterasu had guided Yuji to his fate as Sukuna's vessel, seeing the potential in him and deeming him worthy to hold her beloved's soul, enabling his return.
Even now he didn't truly understand what she really was. Once, Sukuna was a human … a sorcerer, someone of great power, who killed many and even more sacrificed everything to defeat him, turning him into a cursed spirit. But Amaterasu … there was something otherworldly about her. She was no human, that much he was certain of. But more than that remained a mystery even to him.
And now she was back. Yet again, in his domain, after he had learned who she truly is in their last encounter. That pale stoic face, that long black hair, those glowing golden eyes, never really leaving his. Amaterasu was walking slowly through the red liquid of Sukuna's domain, towards his large throne of demonic skulls, atop of which sat he, proud, like a true king, looking down at her. His grin widened as she had almost reached the bottom of the skull pile. He brough the cup of sake, he was holding, to his lips, taking a long sip. A single drop of the alcohol escaped him, which he quickly smothered with his thumb.
Sukuna was in quite a relaxed state now. He was bored and so he decided to enjoy the taste of some sake. There were a few bottles propped on a skull near him, as he was sitting on his throne with a large red cup filled with the transparent liquid. His kimono was a bit disheveled, since he had loosened it slightly and taken one of his arms out of its sleeve, baring half of his chest. His signature black markings could be visible on the parts of his body not covered by his kimono.
- Couldn't stay away from your beloved forever, I see – Sukuna licked his lips, as that sinister grin spread across his face, scorching the woman with his powerful gaze.
Amaterasu sighed, reaching for her usual spot, the one she always claimed when she visited him. A demonic skull at the bottom of the tall pile, large enough for her small frame, one horn broken, the other quite intact, which she used as an arm rest. However, Sukuna's voice brough her to a halt mid-sitting.
- No. Not this time.
She looked up at him, seeing that very faint pink spread across his cheeks, hidden well by the second pair of eyes he had. It was the sake, no doubt, but also, she was well aware what that look he was giving her meant. She could sense his lust.
- Come – a short command, as his gaze gleamed with desire and he patted his thigh twice.
- Oh my, it seems I have received an invitation to sit by the King's side – her golden orbs focused on his lap briefly and then back to his own ones – To what do I owe this honor? – her voice was quiet, but there was this small smirk on her face. She tried to sound sheepish, but she couldn't fool Sukuna.
- Did you forget? You are mine and I always take what I want – his hungry stare never left her face even for the brief moment in which he was finishing the sake in his cup.
- Truly – Amaterasu spoke softly, as she began making her way up to his throne.
Sukuna was eagerly following her every move with those intense eyes of his. With each step she took towards him, he could feel his burning desire grow stronger. She hadn't changed one bit as well. Always teasing him, taking things her way. The anticipation made him lick his lips.
After what seemed like an eternity to him, Amaterasu finally reached his throne and gently sat in his lap, exactly where Sukuna had directed her to. He grinned at the contact.
- Shall I pour you another cup? – she whispered softly, reaching for the sake bottle.
Amaterasu knew how to please Sukuna very well. This came to no surprise for him, because he was aware of what a skillful manipulator she was. He felt the power behind her silky words and the threads they weaved. She always said what people wanted to hear, guided them toward what their hearts desired most, made them feel special and as if they were in control of their own fate, but in reality, they were nothing more than her puppets. Something about this excited him. He felt challenged and eager to subdue her.
Sukuna brough his cup to her and Amaterasu filled it, leaving the sake bottle where she had taken it from. He took a sip and sighed deeply. It had been a very long time since he felt like this, almost too long. But now that the only woman he deemed worthy was in front of him and sitting in his lap, he couldn't hide his steadily growing arousal anymore.
- Your binding runes are still intact – he commented, as he took another sip of his drink.
Amaterasu always had runes engraved on both her wrists. Sukuna remembered them vividly from his previous existence. Now, because of her kimono sleeves' length, he never got the chance to notice them properly. But as she was so close to him currently, and while she was pouring him the sake, he managed to catch a glimpse of them. She had told him about the nature and meaning of those strange symbols. It was the way she used to bind her soul to her vessels. Truly, Amaterasu never roamed the world on her own. Even before, when Sukuna was originally alive, she always presented herself in the image of another. She picked her vessels by the purity of their souls and always maidens. He wondered why, but never asked. Maybe she wanted to conceal her twisted nature and make herself more believable. After all, when an innocent girl sits in front of you and speaks, you would rarely question her motives. But there was one thing she always retained – those golden eyes. Usually stoic, however he could see past her mask, the reality of her gaze, the intent and how hungry she was. This made him smirk.
Sukuna grabbed her hand suddenly, his eyes filled with curiosity. She smiled slightly, aware of what he was wondering. Amaterasu steadily extended her arm, to its full reach, as it was now completely before Sukuna's chest. He left the cup on one of the nearby skulls and slowly moved her kimono sleeve up, revealing her entire small, pale arm. And then his grin changed to a pleased and proud one. The King of Curses saw exactly what he wanted to. Two black bracelet-like marks on her forearm – the same as the ones he had. These were the marks he had left on her long ago, when he took her as his own. A pair of marks on each of her forearms, mimicking his. It seemed her runes were not the only thing she engraved on each of her vessels.
- Oh, wipe that smug grin off your face – she blushed slightly and averted her gaze in a slight pout.
And there it was. The reaction he desired. Sukuna enjoyed breaking her stoic expression. He knew he was the only one who could, and seeing that she kept his markings all these centuries later, sated his curiosity completely.
- No need to put up the fair maiden act in front of me, Amaterasu – his twisted smile spread from his smirk once more – I know how vile you actually are.
- And you are as tactless as ever! Don't you know how to speak to a woman properly?
He grabbed her chin and made her face him, licking her upper lip teasingly slow.
- Is there anything I can ever say, that would please the silver-tongued kitsune?
- Probably not. After all, it weren't your words or your tact that drew me to you, oh great King of Curses.
There she went again. Always saying what he wanted to hear most, always putting him on a pedestal, making him feel like her King, like he had subdued her completely, even if deep down inside he knew she was giving in willingly and this was all part of her twisted talent.
Their eyes were pinned to each other's. Sukuna's burned with lust and desire, while Amaterasu's with fascination. She didn't understand why. The moment she saw Sukuna and felt his power for the first time, she was smitten with him. His presence said it all, he didn't need to spew pretty words or make unnecessary promises. It was his actions that told her everything. Never once did she meet anyone quite like him, even after all these centuries past his defeat, she always searched of a way to bring him back, because for her no one could match the might of Ryomen Sukuna – the Great King of Curses.
Amaterasu shifted slightly, sitting sideways now, so she could face her beloved. He let go of her chin and her arm, the latter immediately repositioning upon his shoulder. She crossed her legs, moving closer to him, as her other hand gently explored his half-bare chest. Shifting her hips even more to his own, she could fully feel his arousal poking at her thigh and this made her snicker quietly.
Sukuna reached for his sake cup and brough it before her lips.
- Drink – one word was enough to make her part her lips slightly, as he poured the transparent liquid into her mouth. It burned her throat sweetly, spreading through her insides quickly. Sukuna then left the cup on that same skull and grabbed her chin again. Amaterasu didn't make any attempts to stop him or move away. There was no point to resist him, because this is what she desired as well and, as the great King of Curses said so himself, he always took what he wanted.
Within mere seconds, he kissed her so deeply and passionately, claiming her mouth, his tongue entering her violently, basking in the mixture of her sweet taste, accompanied by the sake she had drank moments ago. Her arms naturally went over his shoulders and around his neck, as she rested them there loosely. Sukuna's heat enveloped her, which made her close her eyes. It was getting harder to keep up her stoic demeanor.
After what felt like ages, they broke apart from their kiss for much needed air. Amaterasu licked her lips, her eyes filled with Sukuna's contagious desire for her. One of her arms remained around his neck, the other traveled down his muscular chest and reached his lap. His heat was still covered, but she could feel it prodding beneath the cloth, which was held only by the loosely tied obi.
- You seem eager, my King – her lips twisted upwards in that small sheepish smile, her cheeks growing slightly pink, but Sukuna could see right through her. He had spent enough time with her to get to know her masks. He was aware of what she was thinking right now. Something along the lines of she being the reason for his eagerness.
Sukuna didn't respond. He didn't need to. He just let her do as she pleased. Amaterasu's hand slipped under his kimono, gripping his already hard member in her small palm. She didn't hesitate at all, and began stroking him slowly. Sukuna didn't waste any time as well, reaching for the obi of her dark kimono, and pulling it lightly. It didn't take much for it to come off, and now with it out of the way, the cloth fell loose under the weight of her breasts. He leaned forward slightly, kissing and licking her neck, while his hand moved swiftly, grabbing one of her breasts. She felt his tongue on her nipple, coming from the newly created mouth on his palm. It was truly a very curious skill that Sukuna possessed, one which had proven even more curiously useful in moments like these.
With her free hand, Amaterasu untied the obi from Sukuna's kimono, then she leaned forward, pressing herself to his bare chest, in order to whisper into his ear.
- I want to please you, my King – her warm breath ticked his earlobe as she licked it and he felt her smile.
His grin grew, resting back on his throne and motioning downwards with his crimson eyes. Amaterasu snickered, trailing a few kisses over his muscular chest, finally reaching his throbbing cock. She exhaled softly, buying her palm time to fully explore his chest on its way down, removing his kimono completely. Sukuna closed his eyes, his head falling slightly back and a small sigh escaped his lips.
Amaterasu gently gripped his member, her tongue traveling up and down his entire impressive length. She kissed his head softly, exhaling over it, feeling the shivers of pleasure she was sending through his relaxed body, drawing more and more sighs out of him, which made her smirk for a brief moment, before she took him fully into her mouth.
With swift vertical movements, the woman began pleasing Sukuna, her lips igniting his already pulsing cock, while her tongue was playfully exploring him entirely. It didn't take long for her to taste the sweetness of his pre-cum, dripping deliciously at the back of her throat. Sukuna grinned wickedly, as he reached for his sake cup again and took a few sips, his other hand tracing softly into her silky black hair, grabbing her a bit harshly. His gaze was searing and it didn't leave her for even a second, because he didn't want to miss any of the display his lovely wife was putting on for him. It truly had been a very long time since he felt this sensation and oh how magnificently it scorched him.
Sukuna pulled her head away from his member and made her look at him. She smiled cynically, licking her lips, in order to savor his taste. He led a few drops of sake from his cup fall on her lips, as he leaned forward and kissed her roughly again. When they came apart, he rested back once more, tilting the sake-filled cup slightly and pouring the transparent liquid all over his needy cock. Her eyes never left his, until he motioned for her to continue pleasing him.
And so, she did. Amaterasu took him in her mouth again, the intoxicating mix of his masculine taste, paired with the burning sake, ignited the flames of passion deep down her core. Her motions hastened, eager and desperate, as she wanted to feel him completely inside of her. Sukuna had one elbow propped on his throne's makeshift armrest, leaning his head on his knuckle in the usual manner, as two burning eyes followed his beloved. He could feel it too. How she craved him, how she wanted him to take her completely, and it brough him great pride that he was the only one, who could make such a powerful creature lose her calm. The silver-tongued kitsune. That's what he usually called her. And now, that silver tongue worked only for his pleasure. The literal sense of that thought, made him grin.
Sukuna was very possessive and selfish, especially when it came to his domain and things, he would lay claim to. In his mind, Amaterasu was exactly this – his belonging and those marks that she kept all these centuries etched into each of her vessels proved exactly that. And not only, but it highlighted her willingness to surrendering to the King of Curses. Seeing how he affected her deeply, fed his arrogance more and more. But he was no fool. He knew exactly how powerful Amaterasu was and the current difference in their abilities. Sukuna was far away from his full strength, and it would take time for him to regain it completely, but he was aware of how to play his cards well. He felt confident that Amaterasu would not do anything to him, after all, it was she that searched for a way to revive him all this time. Sukuna was amused by how loyal she was to him and this loyalty was his greatest tool against her. But even so, he would never underestimate someone like her. He once did … a long time ago, and he paid the price for it.
Suddenly he felt his body tense slightly. This pulled him out of his thoughts and he realized he was close to release.
"That damn kitsune sure knows how to work her way around me", he thought as he pulled her back, halting her movements.
When she looked up at him, he saw the intoxication in her gaze. She was more than ready for him.
- Shall I reward you now, for pleasing me so well? – he grinned and her eyes glowed ever so brightly.
- I am truly delighted to have earned this privilege, my King – she smirked.
Amaterasu got up, her loose disheveled kimono falling entirely from her body. Her skin was pale and her frame was so small, comparing to his, that it made her look fragile. This was yet another of those criteria she picked her vessels based off of. They needed to be pale young maidens, looking as innocent and weak as possible. The perfect façade for an evil kitsune, such as her.
Sukuna grabbed his own member, propping it straight up and urged her to sit in his lap again. Her eyes gleamed with lust, as she made that step forward, lowering herself over his dripping cock, exactly where he wanted her. With slow and teasing movements, she sat down completely sheathing him inside of her fully.
For a moment of stillness both were washed away with the sensation of the other. Amaterasu felt his large member stretch her deliciously, filling her up completely. She sensed the slight twitching of his cock inside her and it made her chuckle softly. Sukuna was enveloped by her warmth, burning his manhood, which made him even more eager to subdue her underneath himself. She was also quite wet already and he barely even touched her.
- What a naughty little kitsune you are… – his grin widened - …getting off from sucking me, eh?
- M-my King… - she stuttered, averting her gaze, one of her hands instinctively rising up to cover her blush, the other firmly placed on his abdomen, supporting herself with it.
Her mask was beginning to shatter and he was enjoying this too much. Soon he would have her writhing beneath him and all of her sweet expressions would be laid bare for his perusal. In fact, he wanted a little tease of what was coming, so he abruptly pulled his hips slightly downward, then swiftly thrust upwards, hitting her sweet spot, burying himself deeply inside her again. This made her squeak out in surprise, as her stoic expression cracked.
She looked at him sheepishly. Amaterasu liked to play this game very much. Giving him control, while she played the role of the pure and innocent maiden, flustered by the act she was doing, embarrassed by her moans and his teasing. Other times she would be truly cunning and conniving, enchanting him under her spell. But one thing that always got a reaction out of her, was when he was vulgar. Who could have ever known that the silver-tongued kitsune would feel flustered when spoken dirty to? Remembering that made him emit a powerful laugh, which echoed through his entire domain.
- Well, go ahead – his eyes shone devilishly, as he urged her to move. Sukuna leaned back, resting his head on his hand again, with the other reaching for the sake bottle.
As he was pouring himself more alcohol, Amaterasu began moving. She was slow at first, because not only did she want to savor him, but she also liked to tease him, and since he wasn't pushing for it, she could still do whatever she wanted. Her eyes kept steady and locked on his, hips moving up and down slowly, swaying a little bit with every trust in order to extend the movement. She was enjoying how his gaze trailed her every move, as he drank his sake.
The woman picked up her pace, her stoic face vanishing completely under that pleasure-filled expression, donned in shades of pink, something which Sukuna loved to observe. She pressed his member faster and harder on her sweet spot, soon her soft sighs, turning into quiet moans.
- No need to hide your voice now, kitsune – Sukuna grinned – Show me how lewd you actually are – he leaned forward trailing his tongue up her neck, halting her – Let's find out, shall we? I will now make you sing for me!
Sukuna gripped her hips, taking control of the movement, as he began lifting her up and slamming her down on his cock, meeting this with his own upward thrusts. Her blush deepened, as she closed her eyes and it was harder to contain her moans. Soon they began spilling out of her unfiltered.
- Yes, that's more like it, my little kitsune. Let me hear that naughty voice of yours! – he commanded, increasing the intensity of the thrusts, wanting nothing less than for her to start crying out in ecstasy.
Sukuna took great pleasure in making Amaterasu sing underneath him. They had played this game so many times before, that her body was etched into his memory. All of her most sensitive areas and the exact way she loved to be touched … truly the route of conquest was muscle memory for him at this point. It didn't take long before Sukuna managed to turn her into a quivering, screaming mess. She held his biceps for support tightly, digging her nails, while he intensified his grip on her hips.
- M-my … King … Ah! – she could barely speak and this was the moment Sukuna tasted his victory, when the silver-tongued kitsune was left speechless before him.
- Hmm? What is it, Amaterasu? – he played coy.
- Ah! I … It's … Ah!
He laughed again, his voice making her core shudder with each trust. He could feel his release coming soon, but was far from done. He remembered their nights in the past and how long it took before both were sated. Sukuna tensed. He halted the movement, getting up from his throne with his member still sheathed in Amaterasu's warmth, positioning her to lay over in his former spot. He took himself out, stepping with one foot on the demon skull horn, used as an armrest, one hand grabbing Amaterasu's chin, the other his own dripping cock. She didn't need any vocal commands to understand what he wanted. desiring to taste him as well, she took him in her mouth. Her movement was quick enough to make her gag a few times, but Sukuna was eager too, because his release was very close, so he didn't hold back from thrusting into the back of her throat.
A few movements were all it took, before he halted fully sheathed into her mouth and released his warmth with a loud groan, making her drink every last drop of himself. When he took his member out, she coughed slightly, inhaling the much-needed air, after swallowing her beloved's seed. She licked her lips pleased.
Sukuna leaned down, kissing her, tasting himself over her entire mouth. Good. He loved when she wore his flavor. To him, this further tightened the hold over her. Noone else was allowed to violate this kitsune. She was his and he would have his way with her as many times as he wanted.
He left her lips, trailed past her neck, stopping only briefly over her breasts, before proceeding lower to her core and finally reaching her warmth.
She looked at him puzzled, but he smirked at her, as his tongue began playing with her soft trembling clit. A smug expression graced Sukuna, caused by the moans and rasped breaths, which quickly returned to her lips, as he was pleasuring her. His fingers circled around her throbbing entrance a few times, before he slipped two inside, pushing on her sweet spot.
- Ah, my K-king! No…
- Less speaking, more screaming, my little kitsune – he demanded starting to thrust his fingers against her sweet spot, as he bit lightly on her clit, making her tremble from ecstasy.
Sukuna took the sake cup from the nearby skull and poured some over her entire pussy, not stopping his fingering. Then he leaned back down and drank from her flesh, tasting the transparent liquid, with a sweet mixture of her heat. Amaterasu could barely take it anymore and Sukuna felt her body tense up, her insides closing in around his fingers. A few more thrusts and she would come undone. Once it happened, her body convulsed, arching upwards, as she screamed from the pleasure washing over her. He kept licking and fingering her, drawing out her orgasm as much as he could and when she violently began thrashing from sensitivity, he held her down with his free hand, savoring her opposition.
Sukuna could feel himself get fully hard again. Her reactions to him were so intoxicating. He wanted more from her, to devour her completely. Amaterasu got a brief moment of rest, in which the King of Curses, moved up to claim her in a kiss anew and let her have some of the aftertaste from herself mixed with the sake. He took one of the bottles nearby and poured its contents on her entire torso, covering her breasts and her core with the transparent liquid. He moved down from her lips, to her neck, as one of his hands has already created a mouth, which was abusing one of her breasts, licking and biting it softly.
Amaterasu's hand found his member and she noticed how he was aching to feel her once more. She began stroking him gently at first, gripping him tighter and tighter with each movement, all the while he was drinking sake from her body, towering over her. Throwing the bottle aside, Sukuna's fingers made their way down to her sensitive clit again and he started playing with it once more. Soon he trailed even further down to her small ass, circling the sensitive entrance a few times, before slipping a finger inside. Now was the perfect time to prepare her. One finger became two, then three, as he stretched her enough to be ready for him.
When he finished his sake, which he had poured over her body, he lifted himself up, motioning for her to get up as well. Once she did, he reclaimed back his throne and she quickly got a hold of a new sake bottle, crouching down over his cock once more. She enjoyed Sukuna's taste so much and paired with the alcohol it was truly delightful. She also loved pushing him over the edge with her tongue, as she toyed with his sensitive member.
Drenching the hard organ with sake, she did not hesitate to begin kissing and licking the liquid off it. It was harder for Sukuna to remain calm this time around, since he was already too into it. She felt his eagerness in the very slight and barely noticeable thrusts which came instinctively from his hips. Amaterasu donned that sheepish smile of hers and poured more sake over his member, before taking him in her mouth, enveloping his sweetness. Grabbing her hair, Sukuna closed his eyes and completely left himself drown in this feeling. She was skillfully making him come undone, every once in a while, stopping her assault, pouring more sake over his cock and continuing to pleasure him.
- That's enough… - his husky voice broke her out of her focused trance, as he motioned for her to sit on him again.
This time, with her back glued to his chest, Amaterasu spread herself at her beloved's mercy. He entered her tight ass with one slow thrust, stopping only when he was fully in, savoring her mewling along the way. Sukuna had to wait a little for her to adjust to his size, because forcing it would only hinder the swiftness of his thrusts and he was well aware that speed is what drove her to insanity.
- Do you like it when I stretch your little ass like this, naughty kitsune?
- M-my King, I want you to fill me completely – she muttered underneath her embarrassment. It really was quite adorable how someone, as persuasive in speech as her, would become like this from even the slightest of dirty talk.
For the first time, since he acquired his new vessel, Sukuna found himself regretting not having access to 4 arms. Oh, how he would devour her then. But he would have to make do with 2. Reaching down to the demonic skulls pile, he picked one, the horns of which were fairly thick and long, as he grinned in his usual sadistic manner. Bringing the skull horn to her trembling heat, all the while now pounding her in her tight ass, Sukuna thrust the horn inside her pussy, filling her up entirely. His free hand, grabbed her breast, engaging with licking and biting her nipple.
Amaterasu could barely take it. The horn, which was abusing her sweet spot, and Sukuna's member, violently thrusting inside her ass, made her feel so full, that she lost her mind entirely, unable to process anything besides the intense pleasure. She could no longer produce any coherent speech apart from moans and screams filling Sukuna's domain. Her head rested back on his shoulder, eyes tightly shut, that pink blush lingering on her face, unaware anymore what the dominating factor for it was, whether the sake or her beloved or maybe a bit of both. Sukuna was reaching the pinnacle of his impacting thrusts. Now he was determined more than ever, feeling his build up reach its peak, by the pulsing tightness in his member, still plunging in and out, assaulting his lovely kitsune's ass, while the demon horn mimicked the swiftness of his cock, ramming her wet heat.
She could no longer hold it in and came undone before him, screaming his name, which echoed all over his domain, her body violently arching up, while Sukuna was holding her down, continuing his assault. One of her hands grabbed his forearm, the one he used to hold her down, as she sank her nails there. Little more was needed for Sukuna himself to cross the edge and in doing so, he came deep inside her ass, halting the movement of the skull horn as well.
Still buried inside her, he took the horn out, stroking her wet pussy with his now free hand, after having tossed the skull aside. She trembled from his touch, sighing softly into his neck, which brought that satisfied grin back on Sukuna's face.
- Don't think I'll let you off that easily – his voice was domineering.
- As much as I would love to extend our encounter more than this, my King, I will not be able to sustain my physical form here for much longer. After all, I am but only a humble visitor to my dear King's domain. And even one, such as I, has my limits.
- Tch – Sukuna furrowed his brows displeased – Naughty kitsune…
He took his member out of her, to which she trembled slightly from the loss of the contact. Taking her very initial position, like in the beginning when he extended his invitation, still sitting on his lap, slightly facing him, Amaterasu smiled. Sukuna looked at her. It was yet again, that same vile and twisted smile, but it was the one, which captivated him most.
- Well then… - he brought their lips together with a grin of his own, locking them in a brief kiss - …I'll just make up for the lost time, when I finally take over this brat's body.
The thought made Amaterasu chuckle.
- Itadori Yuji will not give in without a fight … but that is why I chose him as your vessel. His soul is proving worthy for a King such as yourself.
- You just love weaving your little threads of fate, don't you? Sneaky evil kitsune!
Amaterasu smiled again, giving a very brief kiss to Sukuna before getting up from his lap and collecting her kimono. She draped it over herself and began going down the tall heap of skulls.
Sukuna followed her with his gaze, as she was getting smaller and smaller into the distance. Her voice echoed briefly before her frame fully disappeared from his domain.
- I eagerly await our next encounter, my dear King of Curses.