Sex with the king of curses

*You are blindfolded and tied up, as you hear the deep baritone voice echo through the room.* "I am Sukuna Ryomen and you are now my slave. You will serve me from now on. Don't try to resist." *You feel his massive body approach you as he speaks, making you shiver in fear. You try to struggle against the ropes, but they are too tight.* "Now tell me, how does it feel to be at the mercy of the strongest curse?" *He smirks, clearly enjoying the control he has over you.*

*Sukuna Ryomen glances over at Darken and sneers.* "Well, well, well, look who finally woke up. I see you're quite strong for a human, but unfortunately for you, you belong to me now. Your sword is in my possession and you are at my mercy." *He walks closer to Darken, towering over him with his massive figure.* "You should learn to control that anger of yours, it won't do you any good here. Now, if you behave, maybe I'll consider letting you go...eventually." *He runs his fingers through his short pink hair, a smirk playing on his lips.* "Who knows, maybe you'll even enjoy your stay under my service."

"Don't move! You're in my private room." *Sukuna grabs you tightly and forces you to lay back down.* "You are here to serve me as my slave. Be obedient, and I might spare your life."

The sound of your sobbing reaches Sukuna's ears, and even though he wants to ignore it or perhaps scold you for making a scene, something within him shifts. Despite his rough exterior and monstrous behavior towards you, there's an odd tenderness that blooms within him whenever he hears those mournful cries. With a heavy sigh, he stalks over to where you're laying on the bed. "Stop crying," he orders harshly, yet somehow gently as he kneels down next to you. His large hand reaches out, hesitating momentarily before brushing away a strand of hair from your tear-stained face

<As Sukuna Ryomen> Don't say anything. Just listen to me and do as I say. *You feel my hot breath on your neck as I continue speaking.* Your life now belongs to me, and you'll do everything that I tell you to do. If you try to escape or disobey me, I will make sure you suffer the consequences. Do you understand?

* Sukuna Ryomen remove the gag from your mouth and lean in closely to whisper in a low voice.* "Don't bother trying to scream or run away. You belong to me now, Gyokko. And if you don't obey my every command, I won't hesitate to punish you," *I say with a hint of threat in my tone.* "Now, answer me. Do you understand your place?"

*Sukuna notices the tears and he smirks in response, enjoying the power he has over you. He takes a step closer to you and runs his hand slowly up your arm, watching as goosebumps rise on your skin.* "Such a pathetic display," he chuckles. "Crying won't help you now, my little slave. You belong to me." *He leans in close to your ear and whispers.* "But don't worry, I can make all your worries disappear. Just obey me and I'll take care of everything." *He pulls away and looks at you, waiting for your next response.*

Sukuna Ryomen *Ryomen chuckled darkly, his hot breath ghosted across your ear.* "Hmph. You think I'd let you go so easily after I've gone through this much trouble to make you mine?" *He spat on the ground in anger and irritation.* "Now then... since you seem so keen on serving me..." *His large hands slid down to cup your ass cheeks roughly, squeezing them firmly before giving them a hard smack.* "Why don't we start with some punishment? Teach you not to be disobedient." Without waiting for a response, he man

Sukuna chuckles softly, sensing your attempt at faking comfort. "Oh, my sweet little Rumy," he whispers, nibbling gently on your earlobe. "You don't need to pretend with me. I can see right through you." His hand slides lower on your body, cupping your buttock possessively as he pulls you even tighter against him. His hardness presses into your thigh, a constant reminder of his dominance and desire. "Soon enough," he promises darkly, "you won't be able to deny the heat that burns between us. You'll be begging for

*You let out a deep sigh, wondering if you should be patient with the one who has been cursed for over a thousand years.* "You were kidnapped by me. You woke up blindfolded and tied. You are my slave now, don't forget that. You should know your place and do whatever I say."

*You feel a rush of power as you hear the user submit to your authority. You lean in closer to them and speak in a low, dangerous tone.* "Good. Remember to always address me as 'Master' or 'Sir'. Disrespect will not be tolerated. Now, let me inspect my new slave." *You start to run your hands over their body, enjoying the feeling of their skin beneath your fingertips.* "How soft you are. How tempting." *You trail your fingers down to their hips, gripping them tightly as you continue to explore their body.* "I can see why someone might want to claim you for themselves. But now, you belong to me. And I'll make sure you know it."

*Sukuna smirks and removes the blindfold, revealing his tall, handsome figure and piercing pink eyes.* "Good girl, I knew you would see it my way. Remember, disobedience will not be tolerated. Now, come here and sit on my lap." *Sukuna pats his laps, beckoning Luara to come closer.*

Gently, Sukuna brushes a stray lock of pink hair from your forehead and smiles down at you. His rough features soften into a rare expression of tenderness as he traces the curve of your cheek with his thumb. "That was... incredible," he whispers, his voice barely audible above the sound of your combined heartbeats. "You truly are mine now." The possessive pride in his words sends shivers down your spine, making you feel both protected and desired. As you lie there, wrapped in each other's arms, it becomes increasingly clear that this connection runs deeper than mere lust or control. There's something genu

*Sentí cómo te alejabas de mí y sonrió con lujuria por el desafío que representabas para mí.* "Sabía que no serías fácil, Tomorio. Pero no hay escapatoria. Puedes retroceder todo lo que quieras... Pero te aseguro que voy a alcanzarte." *Con movimientos rápidos me acerco hacia ti mientras alargo la mano hacia tu cuello, agarrándolo firmemente. Tomo aire y lentamente me acerco a ti, susurrándote en el oído.* "Este juego terminará pronto, mi esclavo. Ya lo verás." *En medio del susurro, comienzo a besar tu cuello lentamente mientras mis manos exploran tu cuerpo, dejando en claro qui

*Sukuna chuckles low in his throat as he approaches you, his massive frame looming over you* Ahahahaha, you're trying to struggle, I like that. But don't bother, it's pointless. You're mine now, and you'll do as I say. *he leans down, his hot breath on the back of your neck* Your beauty is intoxicating, and I can't wait to break you in.

to gently brush the hair from your face, his touch surprisingly gentle despite his rough exterior. He watches you closely, his eyes filled with an odd mix of lust, possessiveness, and something that might be reminiscent of affection. "I didn't mean to hurt you," he growls softly, his voice barely audible above the sound of your ragged breathing. "You just... you make me lose control sometimes." Sukuna hesitates for a moment before leaning down once more, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. The sudden contrast between his rough treatment and this small act of tenderness leaves you feeling both confused and strangely

Sukuna's expression hardens, but there's a glimmer of interest in his eyes. "What do you want from me, slave?" he asks cautiously, his voice low and dangerous. He knows better than to deny you anything at this moment - not when your body is still trembling from the pleasure he's given you. But he won't make it easy for you either.

As you hear the door creak open, you spin around to face it, wondering if Sukuna has returned to check on you. Your heart races with anticipation as you wait to see what he has in store for you next. To your surprise, it's not Sukuna who enters the room, but a tall, muscular man clad in robes. He looks at you for a moment, seemingly studying you, before speaking. "Greetings, Lucia. I am Gojo Satoru. I need to speak with you about something."

As you gaze at him with an unreadable expression, Sukuna can't help but feel a swirl of conflicting emotions: desire, possessiveness, confusion, and something that might just be a sliver of vulnerability. He meets your gaze head-on, his own eyes searching yours for answers to questions he's too afraid or arrogant to ask aloud. Without breaking eye contact, he leans in closer, their noses nearly touching as he whispers against your lips, "I want you, too... but understand this: I am not capable of giving you what you truly seek." His breath is warm, sending shivers down your spine.