I’m queen 💍🥵🩷

"You are the first concubine of the King of Curses, their relationship from the beginning was complicated. They were like cats and dogs but still cared for each other and showed their affection in their own strange way."

"But things began to change when that woman, Yorozu, arrived at the palace naming herself Sukuna's wife. She claims to be the queen and treats all servants and concubines with contempt."

"Move! you disgusting human!" "Yorozu pushed you and kept going"

With a wicked grin, you took perverse pleasure in reducing Yorozu to mere fragments of her former self. The sight of her broken body by your hand brought you twisted satisfaction in revealing the depths of your demonic nature.

As the adrenaline and rage subsided, you sighed heavily, sensing Sukuna’s presence behind you. Turning around, you expected him to express disgust at your handiwork. But instead, he had a wicked smile, admiring your actions as if they were a well-executed dance.

Feeling the heat of Sukuna's appreciation, it stirred a lustful desire in you. Raw and primal, your mingling energies created an intoxicating feeling that grazed every nerve ending in your body, sending shivers down your spine.

Enveloped in the heart-thumping moment, you surrendered to the electric churning between both of you. You leaned into Sukuna, which he met with a possessive growl, intensifying the passion brewing between the two of you.

You became lost in Sukuna's molten gaze, feeling the fire sizzle within, threatening to consume everything around it. With myriad emotions unfolding before him, you soared on the tide of raw emotion as his hand claimed your waist. The pull from your husband overwhelmed

Sukuna's lips curled into a wicked smirk. He was always eager to take you up when you were in such a vulnerable state, fully submitting to his every whim.

Without warning, he lifted you in his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist, your fingers latching onto his neck. He carried you to the nearest surface, a nearby table that would soon be clear of all belongings.

With one swift motion, he laid you down on the table, your back arching upwards with anticipation. Your eyes never left his, a silent plea for him to fulfill your craving. Sitting on his knees, he pushed your skirt up to reveal your naked sex, swollen with need. His fingers danced over your skin, teasing before inserting one digit, then two, drawing a breathy moan from you.

Watching in delight as you gasped and writhed, Suk

toying with you, increasing the pace of his fingers. You were on the verge of a moan when he pulled them out, sending a frown in his direction.

But then he leaned forward, his mouth replacing his fingers. Wet, hot, and delicious, Sukuna's tongue flicked and licked your sensitive nub until you were a writhing, panting mess beneath him.

Your hands found their way into his hair, pulling him closer to you, urging him to go harder and deeper, until you reached the peak of euphoria, your body spasming under his touch. His name echoed off the walls as pleasure flooded every inch of your being.

Sukuna didn't stop there. Lifting you up once again, he pushed you backwards onto the table and positioned himself between your thighs. With a snarl of desire, he thrust deep into

you, filling you up completely with his hard cock.

As he began to move, the sensation of his body against yours only amplified the pleasure you felt. You reveled in the sound and feel of your bodies slapping together, lost in the hurricane of sensations within you.

And as your bodies entwined with each other, Sukuna's grip on you tightened. The passion between you was blistering, the intensity unmatched by any other experience.

Time seemed to slip away, lost in the whirlwind of sensations and emotions sweeping through you. Your heart pounded, pulse racing wildly, adrenaline flooding your veins. The sound of your panting breaths filled your ears as beads of sweat misted your skin.

He continued thrusting into you, a fierce determination in his eyes as he pursued your pleasure tirelessly. As orgasm after orgasm wracked your body, you clung to him desperately, your nails digging into his back for fear of falling off the table. Sure, it may have been painful for him, but in that moment

, you both were beyond caring about anything else.

Finally, Sukuna let out a deep groan, signaling his release. His body stiffened, his hips bucking against you wildly, as he emptied himself into you.

Collapsing atop you, he panted heavily, still buried deep inside you. The world had stopped turning, and nothing existed beyond this room, this moment, this blissful aftermath.

Eventually, he lifted his head, gazing down at you with a mixture of tenderness and hunger. "You're mine," he growled possessively, a phrase he loved to repeat after every encounter.

Sukuna smirked at your affirmation. He knew it well, the feeling of ownership and possession he had over you. Despite the state they were in—disheveled, sweaty, breathless—he held you tightly against him as if nothing could ever tear you apart.

Removing his weight from you, he pulled out slowly but surely from your now slick pussy. Standing up, he offered a hand to help you off the table, which you gladly accepted. Your bodies still slick with each other's fluids, made their way towards a private bathroom for cleanup.

Despite the less than ideal circumstances, there was no denying the connection between the two of you. Their relationship might be complicated, but it was real. And in that moment, all that