Blood. Blood was everywhere. All I remember is how much blood covered the floor, the walls, hell, even the ceiling. I lie in a pool of blood. It is not my own, and I do not know who it belongs to, but I don't have the energy to think about that right now. The only thing I can focus on is the pounding migraine in my head and the heavy footsteps fast approaching where I lay. Where am I? Is it safe here? Am I safe here?
Then he calls my name. "(Y/N)." He grumbles. He stares down at me as if I'm no more than a measly insect who befell the misfortune of landing right under his shoe. "Who are you?" I question, any other words dying on my tongue. My tongue. All I can think about is how horrible my migraine is, how sore my throat is, how tight my chest is. Was I screaming? Am I still screaming? Who's name am I screaming, why am I screaming it?
A nasty grin pulls the corners of his lips up to reveal sharp teeth, far too sharp to be human. "Who are you?" I repeat as I force my aching body into a sitting position. I could hardly recognize where I was, the only indicator of my location being the posters that usually lined the walls for train stops. I must be at the train stop. "If I told you my name, you'd run away with your tail between your legs like a scared little puppy." The man finally gets close enough to one of the flickering lights for me to see his face. He was monstrous; Tall, inhumanly tall. Muscular, Four arms. Wait, why does he have four arms? Am I seeing double?
"But if you must know," The man continues, stalking closer to me before his large hand grabs my chin and forces me to look up at him, "Sukuna Ryomen. Or, King Of Curses, if you want aliases." His hand dwarfs the rest of my face. He's at least eight feet tall, if not taller. His red eyes, all four of them, stare at me with something akin to desire, lust, hunger. This isn't a man, this is a God. A malevolent one, but a God nonetheless. "What happened? Where am I?" I mutter, clutching my head, trying to soothe the tornado wreaking havoc on my brain. "Train station, Shibuya, Tokyo. And you were merely caught in the crossfire. Had I not been here to protect you, you would've died."
Perhaps it was a false truth, a trick answer, a lie to get me to believe that he's good. But I know better. No malevolent deity such as Sukuna Ryomen would ever do something unless there was something in it for him, even if it meant playing the long game. "Why did you 'protect' me? To use my livelihood as leverage to get me to do your dirty work?" I force my face away from his grasp and stand up, swaying at the waist as the blood rushes down from my head back to the rest of my body. I feel his large hands steady me, wrapping around my hips. "Clever little insect." Sukuna chides, his voice rumbling in his chest, I can feel the reverberation against my back.
"No. That would be too easy. You pathetic lowly humans and your constant thinking everything is about you and what you can do for me. That's not it at all. You see, Miss (Y/N), I find your beauty to be extraordinarily… captivating. I kept you alive because I want you as my pet. My fucktoy. My plaything, to do whatever I please with, to say whatever I please to. Oh, and by the way, that's not a choice you get to make. I saved your life, you're indebted to me, and this is how you will pay me off. With your complete and utter submission. Is that understood, woman?" Sukuna demands. His eyes lock with mine and I know I should be afraid, I know I should run, but I can't. My legs won't move, my knees won't unbuckle, and my body won't leave the warmth, the almost too much heat he provides.
"What are my living conditions?" I speak, even though my voice cracks when I do so. I'm parched, I don't know how long it's been since I passed out, or how long it's been since I've had something to drink. Or eat. "You will live with me, at my Temple. My personal chef and assistant, Uraume, will serve your every need. You will be given the life of a Queen. Better yet, an Empress." His tone is smug, as if he's hiding something. "What's the catch?" I start. "Catch? There's no catch." He responds, too calmly. "There's always a catch. And this counts as a deal, does it not? So what's the catch?" I respond firmly, leaving no room for argument. "Fine. You will allow me to have intercourse with you as I please. That means as long, as rough, as hateful as I wish, whenever I want. I may fuck you for moments, for hours, days, weeks, all depending on my mood. You will never know, because you don't get to decide. I do." Sukuna has pulled me impossibly closer, my back flush against his chest, the slick of the blood on my back making a soft squelching sound whenever I shift in his arms.
"I'll never have to come back to this? Any of this? So long as I agree to your conditions?" I finally answer after a lengthy, discouraging silence. "So long as you agree to my conditions." He replies. "I'll… stay with you." I inhale deeply, knowing that whatever is coming next is either going to be the best rest of my life, or a plea for the comforting embrace of death. Before I even know what he's doing, Sukuna has me in his arms in a princess carry, leading me towards his Temple. It was a desolate place, lacking the blooming brightly colored trees and flowers I was expecting from a traditional God of his kind.
"Don't get your little interior designer heart too happy. You are still my prisoner. You will act like it." Sukuna grumbles as he takes me into the dining area within the palace, a hot meal and an abundance of water already waiting on the table. "How did you know I'd be coming?" I look up at his towering figure as he takes a seat at the head of the table, still sitting at a stature of at least six feet. "I didn't. I was hungry." He mumbles gruffly. Despite his food being obviously human meat, my own was poultry. "Eat it. Or don't. I don't care." With a wave of his hand, one of Sukuna's many servants pours a glass of water for me. I eyeball it suspiciously before he speaks up, "It's not poisoned. Why would I kill my stress toy?"
Convinced, I take a cautious sip. Not poisoned. But… unnaturally crisp. "One of Japan's oldest springs is near this temple. It is the only water source I will drink from. And in that, you will drink from. What's mine is yours. You are mine." He states harshly. After I finish eating, I am led away to the bathhouse by other female servants who are kind enough to turn away while I undress and get settled into the hotspring awaiting my aching muscles and bloodied skin. They do not speak to me as they help me wash off, washing my hair with a gentleness I have not felt in years. But I know this luxury comes at a cost. He will have sex with me tonight, and the night after that, and quite frankly, whenever he pleases to ravish my body in such a distasteful manner that most would consider it body horror.
"Is that all, Master Sukuna?" I overhear one of the servants call as I approach the bedroom in freshly washed and pressed silk lingerie, per Sukuna's request. "That is all. Do not return to my quarters until I leave this room." The servant nods at the command and scurries away, before Sukuna turns his head and notices me. "There she is." he leads me into the bed and closes the door with such gentleness that I didn't expect the almost clawed-fingers tearing every bit of fabric off of my body.
It's almost hypnotic, the way he thrusts into me without warning and without reverence. He's fast, rough, my pussy struggles to take his size. I can feel it stretching me, opening me, laying me bare to ruin. He doesn't talk to me, and I can't find my voice to get a moan out. At first it's unpleasant, unwelcome. But then… I kinda like it. And then I really like it. And then, just as I'm about to reach the gates of heaven, the precipice of pure ecstasy, he stops. He doesn't move until the trembling in my legs stops. And then he begins again.
This goes on for many hours until finally he allows me the peace of cumming on his dick. Both of them. I lay in his bed, spent, bare, broken. And strangely at peace. I have no energy to be unhappy with this outcome. And even if I did, I don't think I would be. After all, I'm the Queen Of Curses now. These are my wifely duties, and I'm happy to fulfill them, especially if it means riding him every single day and every single night.