Author's Note: Originally posted on Tumblr! The King of Curses and his Fugitive of Heaven have an intimate moment together.

She's half-disrobed when she comes out of her closet, and he's sitting on her bed. She saunters to him easily, and he draws her close with little effort, grasping one of her thighs, raising his brows at the luxurious feel of silk stockings under his fingertips. Curious, his hand makes a slow crawl up her leg, tracing the lace trim, the silk ribbon that binds it to her corset. She's been playing the role of Lady Hikmat today.

"You smell expensive, tsuma," he says, but there's a glint in his eye that tells her it is more desire than derisive. His hands crawl higher, seeking her warm umber skin, the naked folds of her cunt, already slick. "Like you lounge for a living and are attended by servants." His palm splits open into a secondary mouth, taking the path of his hands, lingering on the tender flesh between her hip and thigh. The tongue slithers between the lips, tasting her skin.

Nadja lets out a low laugh, husky and amused, her hands going to thread through his blush-hued hair, tender as a goddess giving benediction to a supplicant. But Sukuna is anything but supplicant. He is the devil to her angel, tempting her from her holy place in Heaven to dance with him in the hungry dark beneath the fetid earth.

"Yes," she agrees, her smirk sharp as he tests the ease with which he slips two fingers inside of her. His hand comes away wet, the inside of her thighs glistening. "You could smell expensive too if you bathed as often as I do. And I work plenty, as you well know, masoyi na."

He scoffs, idly sliding another hand behind her hip to grasp one curve of her ass, giving it a more than generous squeeze. Their gazes meet, their smiles bleeding onto their faces. How wondrous was it, that they had never imagined such intimacy between them until suddenly...they had. He touches her as easily and possessively as if he has always known this truth, and she yields with all the careless amusement of a goddess who knows herself pursued and willingly captivated.

"I thought you liked me filthy, Daughter of Heaven," he says slyly. He's already pulling her into his lap, and she pours onto him until he can feel the thick, wet heat of her on his thigh. Her mouth is on his, her hands cupping his face.

"I do," she retorts in a purr as he lifts his thigh just so, parting her further. She grits her teeth on a hiss as her hips rock forward, applying pressure. There's a slick, erotic sound as Sukuna follows her movements with his lower eyes, the slide growing more slippery. "Something about the taste of you after a fight is...thrilling to me. But I'd rather you not smell like we've been fucking in the stables."

Sukuna's mouth is somewhere between her breasts.

"We could fuck in the stables if you like," he murmurs, freeing one pierced nipple to capture it in his teeth. Nadja makes a low sound in her throat as her head tips backward briefly. Then she gasps as he uses his lower hands to drag her hips forward. The friction is slick enough to be pleasurable, and she hisses again, folding her legs to allow him full access.

"Maybe," she breathes against his mouth, "or we can fuck right here."

Sukuna agrees with a low laugh, the sound reverberating through her. He agrees with enough enthusiasm to make her scream for a good while. She comes apart in his arms like a destroyed work of art, vulgar and earth-shattering, and he relishes the taste of her sweat, the hot wet velvet of her cunt around him, the tight ring of muscles around his lower cock, milking him until he spends.

Slapslapslapsslap—

Nadja's voice is ragged and keening, her moans strangled and choked as Sukuna braces her arms behind her with one hand, and uses the others to bounce her helplessly on both his cocks.

"Gnh fuckSukuna…" She whines before dissolving into a series of short, hiccuping gasps. Sukuna says nothing, focusing instead on taking his angel apart piece by divine piece. He drives her hips down, and she lets out a scream as she's forced to take him down to the base, her cunt split wide enough that he can worry her exposed clit with the mouth on his belly, which opens wide, grinning and malicious.

Nadja feels all of the thoughts she ever had wiped clear from the sensation. Sukuna growls into her skin, one hand snaking up the sweat-slick plane of her back, cradling her head only to curl his fingers to draw the inky braids into a tight grip.

The sound that spirals into the air, Sukuna will never tire of: a whimpering wail that skirts the thinnest edge of agony and ecstasy. Tears spring into her dark eyes, glittering like starlight as they begin to fall. Sukuna uses the vice-like grip on her hair to pull her close and catch the teardrops on the tip of his tattooed tongue.

He watches her dissolve on top of him, eyes fluttering, brow pinched in abject pleasure, her voice hoarse. The tongue on his lower mouth undulates against her clit one final time and Nadja's sanity snaps with a scream and Sukuna's shout of triumph as she climaxes.

He takes her harder, and Nadja revels in being used by him, and used hard. She shudders when he comes, letting out a whimper when his teeth sink deep into her breast, breaking the skin, the coppery sweet vitae of her blood flooding his mouth. Everyday. Every night. He wants to devour her, savor her, taste her for the first time. Nadja shivers in his tightened embrace, her curves molded to the curve of all four of his arms, dwarfed by the sheer size of him. Her thighs quiver, and she lets out an involuntary mewl when Sukuna shifts beneath her, his thick cocks sliding against lust saturated walls.

"Oh fuck…!" she whines, her arms coming around his head, fingers threading through his hair.

For a long while they simply sit together and breathe. Synchronization through the slick slide of their skin, the pressure of their mutual caresses. Nadja shivers when four hands tighten their hold on her. Captured. An angel taken by the devil, blackening the brightness of her soul.

She'll have it no other way.

Sukuna pulls his head back to look up at her, crimson eyes soft and rippling with pleasure. Crimson smears across his mouth like brutal war paint. He has devoured the muscle of her heart while she watched: her blood is proof of her love for him. He licks his lips. Nadja divines his desire and pours her mouth onto his, tasting her own blood on his mouth. Her tongue slips between his teeth, the tip tracing the unusual sharpness of his fangs. Sukuna makes a low hum of pleasure before he sucks her tongue indulgently, making her laugh. He grins up at her, all mischief.

"Even balls deep inside me you're always thinking with your stomach," she admonishes. Sukuna tilts his head, his smirk turning tender. In retaliation, the tongue from his lower mouth slaps against her clit, making her leap and yelp. He chuckles when she swats his shoulder.

"I'm craving that meat dish you made me from your last journey," he admits. "Something about having you just like this makes me crave it."

Nadja rocks her hips, and they both grimace and groan at the sensation. He's softening inside of her but he's still…so big.

"You want suya?" She asks. Sukuna's lips shape the word experimentally, memorizing it. Nadja can feel the labyrinthine turning of his mind. For not being immortal, he's unerringly good at retaining vast archives of information.

"Yes, I will have Uraume make it," he says. "And I want your mouth around one of my cocks after that."

Nadja laughs again, full throated. "You are so strange," she says, stroking his cheek. The eyes on the bony plate of his face peer at her.

"No stranger than you, angel," he mutters. He gives her ass a generous swat, grinning when she yelps. "Come, let's eat, and then you can tell me of this..Soon-jata of Songhai."

Nadja bites her lip on a laugh. His accent makes the name sound different.

"Sundiata," she corrects gently. "Food, then a bath, and I will tell you the story."

Sukuna loves stories.