Gojo Satoru's Residence, August 25, 2018 22:30

Sundari watches Satoru with the curiosity of a tame predator. Well, not tame. Satoru knows better than to think a woman like Sundari can ever be tamed, even by the likes of him. But she does not snarl and snap at him in earnest, which he takes as a point of pride. He brought a goddess to his side and got her to submit to him. Of course he's feeling himself.

"Keep your legs open for me," Satoru murmurs, his hands smoothing up the backs of her thighs, pressing them against her chest. He marvels at how easily she folds into the position he wants, her flexibility something to be commended. His eyes take her in, settling on the bald swell of her pussy. He thinks it is by far the prettiest pussy he has ever seen, and he will never admit it, but the cursed marking that crowns her pussy, stopping just shy of the lips is probably the hottest thing he's ever seen. He wonders if that means her father…

Can't think of that right now.

Instead he focuses on memorizing her, the wet and glistening folds, which he traces with his fingers. He doesn't miss her soft but sharp intake of breath, lips parting to match the ones below. Her sex is quivering under his delicate touch, and he spreads her open, seeking her clit as he traces the clenching hole of her entrance. She shudders, lifting her hips only slightly, offering herself to him.

"Satoru…" Her voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. He meets her gaze, circling her clit with his fingertips.

"Yeah?" He asks, teasing her entrance with one long finger, spreading her slick over her clit until is slipped beneath his touch like a peach. Sundari's breaths come out as soft stutters, and she bites her lip as a whimper dies in her throat, swallowed as she struggles to maintain her composure.

"Use your words, Sundari," Satoru admonishes, "or you'll never cum tonight."

Sundari almost yells at him, she's so close to begging for it. She needs it, wants it more than anything.

"What does my greedy little slut want?" He asks her and that undoes her.

"You…" She says in a rush of whining exhales. "Please, Satoru…need you inside me…"

Satoru dips one finger inside of her, brows raising when her pussy sucks at it greedily, gripping it tightly. Fuck, she is going to be the death of him for sure. He cannot wait to bury his cock inside her. His balls ache just thinking about it. He slides his finger in and out.

"Mmm, seems like she agrees," Satoru says, indicating the squelching and slick noises of Sundari's pussy as he fingered her. "She's purring for me."

Sundari tries not to cum on the spot. Satoru adds another finger, drawing out a desperate and surprised moan from her. She maintains her position because he likes her to watch while he ruins her pussy, while he claims it as his. Soon, however, his fingers aren't enough and he needs to taste her. He kneels infront of the bed, dragging her hips to the edge.

"I wanna talk to her for bit," Satoru murmurs, his breath ghosting over her glistening folds, making her shiver. "Wanna see how bad this greedy little pussy has missed me today."

Without warning he dives in, meeting Sundari's cunt in an open-mouthed kiss. He wants to devour all of her in one go, and Sundari's head drops back onto the bed as Satoru runs the broad side of his tongue along the side of her clit. Her hips buck but she is held fast by his strong hands, pinned in place while he sucks and slurps on her pussy like it's the first decent meal he's had in ages.

"Oh fuck…" Sundari whines, her hands slapping at the bed, fisting the comforter. "Oh fuck…oh god…"

Satoru hums, his eyes flickering up to her, and somehow she swears the bastard seems to look all the more smug for having his mouth full of her cunt. He moves his head this way and that, spreading her open on his face, his lips wrapping around her clit unexpectedly. When he begins to suck she lets out a keening wail that would have gotten them a noise complaint if Satoru had neighbors. Instead, Sundari writhes and screams beneath the skylight of Satoru's bedroom, and he doesn't let up, sucking on her clit until her brain feels like it has been struck by lightning, her body electrified and every nerve singing in open pleasure as she cums, splattering her slick all over Satoru's eager face. He works her pussy until his jaw aches, reveling as her slick drips down his chin and throat.

He pulls away licking his lips hungrily.

"Mmm, you sure do know how to keep a man fed," he teases. Sundari chuckles tiredly, holding out her arms as he crawls between her legs and she welcomes him. His cock probes her entrance and the slide is smooth between them as he slips inside of her. She groans at the stretch of his girth, the length of him as he occupies every plane of her velvety walls, just barely tapping the entrance to her womb. For a moment, they lay there, entangled and joined at the hip. Satoru leans up just enough to look at her.

"You're so goddamn beautiful, baby," he whispers, his nose brushing hers. Sundari's cheeks are warm when he says this. The prospect of him being inside her doesn't make her blush, but when he looks at her as if she is the softest and most beautiful thing he has ever seen, she wants to hide her face and scream. She tries to look away but he doesn't let her.

"I mean it," he says, and he does, kissing her as his hips begin to move. Sundari moans into the kiss, and reaches up to cup his face in her hands, this beautiful man with his powerful gaze and a face Botticelli might envy. She kisses him, again and again, as if he is something precious to her because he is. The first person in her long life to ever want to truly protect her. It shakes her to her core, even as they make love, Satoru tormenting her with deep, long, langourous strokes, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, along her throat and jaw.

"I could live inside you," he murmurs against her jawling, tracing its sleek angle to her pulse in her throat. "You feel like you were made just for me. A whole goddess…ngh…are you my goddess, Sundari?"

He's fucking her in earnest, now. Sundari knows what he needs, what he wants. She knows because she needs and wants it too.

"Yes…!" She moans, clinging to him as if he is the sole reason she is still rooted to the earth. "Yours, Satoru…! Just yours!"

"That's right," Satoru growls. "Just mine. You wanna be a good girl and cum for me, my goddess? Wanna make a mess all over this cock?"

Sundari can hear herself whining and whimpering her assent. He's asking if she wants to come apart in his arms, all over his cock, and she's nodding and moaning yesyesyes in time with his thrusts. He knows his own strength and hers, applying just enough force behind his hips to steal the breath from her lungs.

"Look at me," he says and she meets his gaze, her pupils blown with lust. "Yeah, just like that. Let me see you when you cum, baby."

Sundari whines in response as his hand slips down between them, sliding her clit between his skilled fingers in a counter-rhythm to his pumping hips. Sundari has no words, only the keening refrain of his name, and incoherent beseeching for him not to stop, begging him to make her cum.

"Yeah," Satoru growls. "Yeah—that's it—that's it…just like that, baby…fuck you feel so good." He presses his forehead to hers, while she pants like an exhausted, hungry animal into his mouth. He steals kisses, sloppy and saturated and dwelled upon, drinking down her pretty sounds like they're as nourishing as her cunt which squeezes him like it's trying to drain him. He won't last much longer.

Sundari cums like she's dying, her back a perfect bow as she arches into Satoru's thrusting body, heels digging into his back as she cries his name like a desperate prayer, scoring her nails down his back as her pussy flutters around his cock.

"Did you just—shit—gonna make me cum…fuckfuckfuck…" Satoru growls in bone-deep satisfaction as he cums, and Sundari holds him closer than skin, letting out a mewl as he drives into her until he buries himself balls deep, emptying himself inside of her until she's soaked with him. His hips slow and stutter to a stop as he collapses onto her, dragging his face along the smooth arc of her throat, pressing lazy kisses along her skin, whispering endearments into her flesh. In turn, she turns her head, catching his mouth with her own and they spend their additional energy simply indulging one another wordlessly.

For a long while, the world falls away, and they lay tangled up in one another, body to body, calf to calf, palm to palm. She holds his gaze with open adoration, as if he has brought her the moon and stars. He stares at her with naked fascination and adoration, marveling at the very miracle of her existence. That love once ablated an evil demon's heart to rust and produced her, a force of nature. He sees the heat rush to her cheeks when he reaches across to stroke the tender plane of flesh beneath her lower set of eyes. She no longer looks ashamed when he traces the sharp lines of her cursed markings. She is Sukuna's daughter, yes, but she is herself always.

Satoru sees this, and hope she sees it reflected in his eyes. Hopes she can find the bright star of her existence amidst the galaxies that swirl serenely in his vision.

Hopes she knows how glad he is that his heart can beat for love again.