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Yuuji lived in a village which saw Omegas as curses, unnatural phenomenons that most conjured to be created from the bowels of hell - and in lui treated them horribly. Due to this, there weren't any Omegas in the village except Yuuji. His grandfather - who had been his rock and shield, and had tried so hard to protect him from the cruelty of life and the villagers - passed away three months ago and it became hell on earth for the Omegan teenager.
Vandalism, insults, crop stealing, you name it. Yuuji has been bearing the village's constant bullshit and sexism with a bright smile - never once letting them know how hurt he was. He had, more than once, contemplated ending his misery by either leaving or killing himself - which unfortunately he couldn't. Yuuji steeled himself to become lonely and miserable for the rest of his life - the future looking bleak and dreary from the spot he stood on in life.
As Fate would have it, one day, the Priestess of the Dragon God came down from the mountains - a rare occurrence seeing as it was her handmaidens who delivered her messages - with a grievous news. She announced that the Dragon God was angry with them and that only an untouched omega would appease his wrath.
Well, seeing as Yuuji was the only Omega in their little safe haven, they kidnapped the pinkette from his home in the middle of the night. They had no choice but to drug him, and even at that they still had a tough time trying to capture him. Whilst unconscious, the Priestess supervised as her handmaidens bathed him and put him into a traditional wedding attire. When he woke up, he was met with the Priestess patiently awaiting him.
Shoko was her name and she addressed Yuuji unlike the others in the village did. Confused and a little bit frightened, Yuuji asked what was going on. When given the news, he was distraught that he had been given up without a second thought - his wants and wishes not taken into consideration. But in the end, Yuuji decided to go, even though Shoko told him he had a choice. Funny how that was ironic. If he didn't go, he might be killed by the villagers who knew that their deaths were pending if they didn't offer an Omega.
Yuuji had heard so much about the Dragon God. To some he was their saviour and messiah, to others, he was as ruthless and malicious as the King of Hell. Whatever might be the truth, Yuuji truly didn't care at this point.
With a soft smile and heavy heart, Yuuji gave his answer, his eyes brimming with tears as a white veil was attached to the gold ornaments in his hair (how the hell did it grow so long?!). Without any hesitation Yuuji brought down his veil and followed after Shoko. There was nothing in the village waiting for him.
Yuuji was led to the palanquin awaiting the bride to be and his entourage. The teen didn't spare the onlooking villagers a single look, his heart closed to them. He and Shoko got into the elegant, white and gold vehicle whilst the maidens - four in number - entered the other two which were behind and in front of the grand palanquin - placing Yuuji and Shoko in the middle.
The men - or what seemed to be men, as they were huge and intimidating - carrying each vehicle in groups of four (the palanquins of the handmaidens) and eight (Yuuji's palanquin) were stacked with building muscles - their arms and legs showing how big they were. Their faces were covered with plain white clothes, unlike Shoko and her handmaidens who had a single eye on their white cloth where their foreheads were.
Yuuji couldn't help but stare out the window as the place he was born and grew up in, the place where he was resented and ridiculed all his life, slowly turned into a tiny dot before he couldn't see it anymore as he was taken up into the sky to meet his husband.
The teen couldn't help but gape in awe and wonder as the gates of the Sky Palace of the Six Eyed Dragon God came into view. The gates were made out of gold and on both large doors were the visage of a roaring dragon with six eyes. The doors opened with a loud creak, parting the clouds in its part.
Yuuji was afraid to come down from the palanquin at first, wondering how he could possibly breathe whilst high up in the sky. Shoko just chuckled at him, assuring him that he was safe. He was hesitant to believe her at first but then again, she had been one of the few who had treated him like a human without blinking an eye.
The teen watched as the Priestess came down from the palanquin, her steps light on the steps. She held out her hand towards Yuuji and the teen reached out to take it - being led by her to gently come down from the vehicle, her handmaidens by her side and ready to assist him with his glamorous wedding kimono with gold and silver embroidery.
Yuuji was like a child as he looked around the fantastical wonderland that was his husband's Palace. He was met with the servants lined up in four rows, their heads bowed in sign of respect and reverence. They greeted him as one, their voices echoing and unshakeable. Like a reflex reaction, Yuuji bowed back and greeted with a cheerful yet anxious voice- causing Shoko to smile behind her face cloth.
Yuuji was led to a large, beautiful room by Shoko and her handmaidens - the Priestess in front of him and her handmaidens flanking behind him.
“Do not be frightened when you see him, Little One. My Lord is anything but cruel to those he places under his care.” Shoko commented, her voice soothing.
“I… should I be worried… about anything, I mean?” Yuuji asked, his fingers fidgeting underneath his large kimono sleeves.
“No. You're okay as you are, Master Itadori. That is why he chose you in the first place after watching you from afar for so long.”
Yuuji tried to process those words, his heart giving a weird thump. They soon got closer to two sliding doors and they were opened by Shoko's handmaidens, allowing them to step inside. Yuuji looked around and was greeted by more glamour and wealth. Everywhere he turned was touched by gold and silver. Even the frames of the large bed (one he had never seen in his life) were decorated with gold and silver dragons.
In the middle of the room, there sat a large pillow. Yuuji was led to it and with Shoko's help, he sat on it seiza style. The room was filled with sweet scenting incense and the teen could feel his body relaxing as the seconds passed by.
“Good fortunes onto you, Master Itadori.” Shoko bowed her head, Yuuji returning the action.
The teen watched as she stepped out, moving backwards and never turning her back to him. The doors were closed the moment she stepped out, leaving Yuuji to his fate. With his spine straight and determination coursing through him, he awaited the god whilst knelt on the soft bed.
Yuuji tried not to flinch when he saw the shadow of a great beast circling the room minutes later - its length making it possible for it to circle the room. His eyes tried to follow the beast but he was frozen to his spot due to the amount of spiritual pressure that filled the area. The head of the beast stopped in front of the doors, which slammed opening with a loud bang.
Yuuji immediately bowed down, his palms and forehead pressed to the floor. Due to this, he didn't witness the beast evaporating like a fog and taking on a humanoid form.
Padded footsteps could be heard making their way to the teen, who tried not to cower. But even though he had his back steeled in determination, he couldn't help but close his eyes, wondering if he was in fact brought here to be devoured by the god. His eyes snapped open when he felt the palm of a human caressing his cheek from underneath his veil. His head was gently raised up and he went along with it.
Bright blue eyes framed by eyeshadows of equally beautiful dark blue shade. Brighter than the sky that spoke of the freedom Yuuji had once yearned for. Those were the eyes, the colour of freedom, his Lord Husband possessed. Yuuji fell in love with those eyes in just seconds and he was lost in them.
“Hello, Yuuji-chan~ We finally meet again~” The voice of his Lord Husband was light hearted and it spoke of mischief. And why does his voice sound so familiar?
‘Again?’ Yuuji blinked in confusion. “Have… have we met?” Yuuji, realising his blunder, immediately added, “My Lord.”
The Dragon God pouted at Yuuji's question, as if he was not pleased with the teen's timid behaviour. “Maa~ Don't tell me you've forgotten about me so fast, Yuu-chan~ That will break my heart.”
Yuuji blinked, his brain desperately trying to place the voice and the somewhat blurry face.
“Here~ You might remember if you see me clearly!” Yuuji's Lord Husband raised up his veil, and wow, if Yuuji thought he was handsome, he was dead wrong. His Lord Husband was absolutely ethereal . He had never seen beauty as otherworldly as this. His breath hitched as he stared in utter reverence at the Divine God.
The itch in Yuuji's brain became stronger and the teen squinted his eyes as he took in the Dragon God. Even with the white horns which resemble antlers, Yuuji had seen this face before. But where ?
Yuuji's eyes went wide and his breath hitched as it all came back to him like a strong, tidal wave crashing into a sand castle. “Go… Gojo-san ?”
“Yo, Yuuji~” The Dragon's grin was still the same - filled with life and mischief.
Tears welled up in his eyes and the Omega threw himself at the Alpha, causing them to tumble to the floor. Yuuji couldn't help but wail as he clutched the god tight, the entity's smile turning sad and he held Yuuji to his body tight. He held the teen as he poured his pain and suffering into tears that soaked the god's robes and stabbed his heart.
Gojo and Yuuji had met before. Four months ago, Satoru was in his human form and was badly injured after having a duel with his rival, the Demon (who, from what Satoruhad heard from the grapevines, had been defeated by a Demon and his position taken). Yuuji and his grandfather took care of him, bringing him back to full health. When Wasuke had died, Gojo had been the one by his side and comforted him through his pain. But a month after his grandfather died, he suddenly disappeared - leaving Yuuji alone and distraught. To make matters worse, he had been unknowingly been bonding with the Alpha as they were 100% compatible with each other, and Satoru's disappearance caused his Inner Omega to go into Repression.
Gojo explained why he left, stating that his fellow gods had not been pleased with his act of taking a vacation when he had work to fulfil as a god - a statement to which a sniffling Yuuji retorted that he had been healing from his injuries and anyone who said otherwise will eat his fist. Gojo chuckled at his Omega's fierceness, the teen still the same as always.
“I came back to the village three days ago to check up on you.” Gojo continued, using the sleeve of his robe to wipe away the teen's tears. “Shoko had been looking over you and her words displeased me greatly, so I decided to take time to check up on you instead of using a World Mirror to spy on you - as that would be a great insult of your importance to me.”
Gojo gently cupped Yuuji's cheeks and looked at him with sad eyes. “Beloved, why didn't you leave? I was not pleased with what I saw. I wanted to strike the entire village and its occupants down and take you away, but I knew, deep down, that the knowledge that I killed everyone for you will weigh heavy on your conscience.”
Yuuji gave him a grateful smile. He cupped Gojo's cheek, the god leaning into the touch - his eyes closing and a sigh of contentment escaping his lips.
The teen took his time to take a good look at Gojo. Gone were his blindfolds which had previously hidden his gem for eyes. The antlered horns on his head made him look regal, and the earrings on his ears were a surprising touch. There were scales of blue acting as eyeshadow and his eyes had a reptilian slit to them.
Yuuji didn't know how it happened but before the teen could comprehend it all, the very air from his lungs was being kissed out of him. Gojo picked him up as if he weighed nothing, holding Yuuji like a dainty maiden - something he wasn't by far. He was deposited onto the bed which felt like lying on clouds, his kimono and hair (which were now free of its ornaments) sprawled on the sheets like a halo, painting a beautiful painting of Gojo's greatest desire and he happily feasted on it with his eyes like a starved man.
The Omega inhaled sharply as Gojo's clawed hands gripped his waist tight when he tried to raise his upper body. He was pushed down and his legs parted to make room for his Lord Husband - said Lord Husband pulling him into another breathing taking make out session. Yuuji couldn't really only register the claws for a moment when Satoru was clawing his clothing away, ripping them to shreds - lips still engaging with the Omega's in a rough kiss. The god made himself comfortable between Yuuji's legs, the tent in his pants rising with each pump of blood south - rubbing against Yuuji's equally interested one.
Yuuji's peach and honey scent was highlighted with his pleasure and it mixed perfectly with the incense and it all went to Gojo's head, the Alpha growling under his breath at how tantalising his Omega scented. As Gojo's lips devoured part of Yuuji's innocence, his hands trailed down, claws leaving red lines - pulling lower and cupping an ass cheek in a firm grip. The abruptness of the action was enough to have Yuuji squeak and Satoru, always the opportunist, had his tongue creeping right alongside Yuuji's.
The teen was slow and shy, a virgin in every sense of the word. Gojo's tongue utterly conquered his own, the appendage longer than a normal tongue, and forked too - an attribute of his reptilian species. It was hot, wet, and far too cunning as it licked into his mouth. It was nearly overwhelming, nearly suffocating him as it traced in deeper, twisting and writhing and nearly reaching the back of his throat. Yuuji had to draw back with a loud gasp, giving a rough cough as he struggled to breathe.
“Go- Gojo-san!” Yuuji rasped out, his voice wrecked and drool rolling down the corner of his lips. “Don't- don't do that! I might suffocate!” He tried to regain his breathing, still having the phantom feeling of Satoru's tongue at the back of his throat.
“Gomen, Yuu-chan~ I just got a little excited.” Gojo giggled, sounding anything but sorry. He nuzzled Yuuji's face. “But Yuuji is just so cute~ It's not my fault that I feel the need to utterly devour you.” He buried his nose in the teen's neck and started kissing and nipping at Yuuji's surplus skin.
Yuuji could feel Gojo's fangs racking gently against his skin, drawing small blood and leaving what was sure to be an absolute mess of bruises for Yuuji to deal with in the morning.
“Your blood is delicious, Yuuji.” Gojo licked his lips, cleaning off the stain of blood on them “But I'd rather taste something else.”
Yuuji couldn't help but gulp at the intensity in Gojo's eyes. Those orbs spoke of hunger and unhinged promise.
But hold on… why was Yuuji the only one naked?
The teen's brows furrowed and he tugged at Gojo's robes. “Off.” He mumbled.
Gojo blinked before his lips spread in a devious grin. “Maa~ My precious Yuuji wants to see me naked, eh?~”
Yuuji blushed at his crooned words, his lips jutting into a cute pout.
“If that's what my cute Beloved wants, who am I to refuse?~”
With a snap of his fingers, Gojo's robes disintegrated in a flash of blue flame, leaving him nude.
Yuuji couldn't help but feast his eyes on the perfection before him. Gojo had a well sculpted body, his muscles firm and not overly big. Don't get Yuuji wrong, Gojo towered over him. His pectorals were trying to challenge Yuuji's and the Omega in him puffed in slight insecurity. He had patches of blue scales running from the sides on the neck and leading down to his ribs and his legs. He had tattoos of dragons on his body - two smaller ones wrapped around his arms that ended before his wrists, another two wrapped around his legs, and two more on his body; and one on his back, this was larger and occupying his entire back. His back, arms and legs also had drawings of lotus flowers and clouds. The black ink added to his elegance, giving him a slight roguish aura.
The teen gulped, holding in the need to reach out and use his fingers (or his tongue to be honest) to trace those tattoos on Gojo's firm muscles. He continued his journey south and when he made eye contact with the heavy asset that the god was packing, his eyes went wide in shock.
Even though Gojo's cock was at half mast, he was fucking huge . His dick was bigger than Yuuji's arm and it had thick veins pulsating on it. The head was getting red and a bead of precum sat at the entrance of his slit.
Yuuji's head snapped up and he regarded Gojo with a distressed look. “That's not going to fit.”
Gojo cooed at him, nuzzling his face and releasing pheromones to calm the Omega down. “Don't worry, Yuuji. I'll make it fit.” He nuzzled the teen's neck, inhaling the sweet pheromones that emitted from the teen's nape. “Besides, we have to get your body trained to take in all of me.”
Yuuji blinked in confusion, gently pushing Gojo away and looking at him - getting a pout from the god. “What… I'm afraid to ask, but, what do you mean by taking all of you , Gojo-san?”
“Call me Satoru, Yuu-chan. Gojo-san makes me sound ancient~ Besides, now that you're my wife, you have the authority to call me by my name.” The god said through his pout, getting a small smile and a nod from the Omega. With a bright grin that showed off his fangs, Gojo- no, Satoru replied. “I have two cocks, Yuu-chan.”
Yuuji's jaw dropped and his eyes went wide. Two… cocks? Like, he understood that Satoru was a god, a High Elder for that matter, but two cocks ? Yuuji was already trying to process the big equipment before his eyes and his brain is failing to comprehend that Satoru had two of it. And the god was so nonchalant about it as well!
“T- two cocks?! Those won't fit in at all, Go- Satoru-san!” Yuuji squeaked out, his scent souring a little. Absolutely not! Yuuji would be utterly destroyed! He was trying to calculate how this line one would fit, much less of talking about two !
Satoru held three fingers up. “I have three forms. This one you see before me, my Naga form and my godly form.” With each mention, he dropped a finger. “This form I'm currently using restricts me from some of my powers. My Naga form and my final form possess my two cocks. And by the heavens, I can't wait to fuck you in the, Yuuji.”
Yuuji couldn't help but whimper at the thought of being full to that extent. His mind couldn't help but conjure a picture of him straining to take in all of Satoru and a shiver went down his spine.
Satoru's chest rumbled with a growl at the spike in Yuuji's scent. He went after one of Yuuji's nipples, getting a squeak from the teen. Whilst he sucked on one breast, be fondled the other, pulling and pinching the hard nipple. Yuuji, sensitive to touch, was letting out sweet noises. His whimpers went straight to Satoru's cock and at this point, the god was standing at full mast.
Yuuji watched as the god slowly made his way down to his pelvis, his long and forked tongue trailing down his flushed skin. The teen could swear his face was practically glowing for all the heat that rushed to it as he stared at Satoru who came face to face with his cocklet. Beads of precum dribbled down his cock whilst his hole twitched with anticipation.
Although a virgin, Yuuji still had to sate his hunger during his Heats and he did so with his fingers. Slick trickled down and stained the sheets in his enthusiastic anticipation.
Satoru kissed his way up Yuuji's right thigh, his hand holding the leg up - giving a gentle nip at the thick flesh. His fangs drew blood and he lapped up the beads with his tongue. He went back down, dropping the leg, and stood face to face with Yuuji's cock. Satoru closed his eyes and inhaled sharply, filling his senses with Yuuji's aroma. “Yuuji truly is beautiful, even down here.”
Yuuji choked out a moan as Satoru's forked tongue caressed the head of his cock, teasing his slit. His moan escaped his lips when the god gave his slit a gentle suck, causing Yuuji's thighs to twitch at the sensation. The teen scrambled for purchase, gripping the sheets tight, as his cock slowly disappeared into Satoru's mouth. It was as if he had no gag reflex at all. His cock bottomed all the way in, Satoru's nose burying in the field of his pubic hair.
For the first time in his life, Yuuji finally got to experience the pleasure of a blow job - from a god no less. He was writhing and whimpering as Satoru went up and down his cock, the sounds wet and filthy. The heat surrounding his dick had him slightly insane and his toes curling
“Sa- Satoru-San!” Yuuji moaned, fingers reaching for the god's hair and gripping the luscious and soft lock tight. “I think I'm- hn! Ah!”
Satoru didn't stop in his ministrations and just kept on going, sucking Yuuji like he wanted to suck the teen's very soul.
His back arching and his fingers holding onto their various purchases tight, Yuuji came with a loud cry. His thighs shook and his eyes were glazed with tears as unfamiliar pleasure tore through his body. To make matters worse, Satoru kept on sucking as he swallowed Yuuji's milky essence, not a single drop escaping.
Yuuji flopped back onto the bed, chest rising up and down rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. His cock was slowly released from its warm prison and Yuuji closed his eyes in relief - only to snap them open moments later when his thighs were grabbed into a tight hold, his legs being spread wide open and him being bent folded in half. “Wha- ahn!”
Satoru didn't hesitate to start eating the teen out. He ignored Yuuji's pleas for him to wait or stop; mind only focused on devouring the delicious slick that his beloved provided. His mind was only focused on one task; hungry noises escaping between each forceful tongue-fuck. His tongue began to thrust into Yuuji's hole, causing the teen to cry. When his tongue found Yuuji's prostate, he didn't hesitate to batter it.
Pleasing rhythmic sounds escaped Yuuji's lips. His hole was dripping copious amounts of slick, and Satoru wasted none of it - licking every drop rolling down his buns. He even added three fingers; bringing them in one after the other and thrusting them along with his tongue.
Yuuji was a complete wreck as Satoru went on with his ministrations. He was a trembling mess, his cries echoing off the walls of the room.
“I wish you could see how you look right now, Yuuji~” Satoru cooed, the god now only thrusting his fingers in Yuuji's quivering hole. “You look so cute whilst coming apart on my fingers. It makes me want to ruin you more~”
“Go- Gojo-san! Not there! Hn! Ah! So rough-” Yuuji gripped the sheets and refused to let go. With how tight his finger dug into it, it began to show signs of tear.
If this was how Go- Satoru's fingers made him come apart, then how was Yuuji going to survive the sure pounding that the god's cock was going to give to him?!
“Cumming!” Yuuji cried out, his voice loud over the sounds of the dirty squelching Satoru's fingers produced. “Gojo-san, I'm cumming! Ah! Ugh!”
“Go ahead, Yuu-chan~ Cum again. Come undone on my fingers~” Satoru increased the strength of his thrusts, his biceps bulging and his veins popping. His fingers kept on prodding his Omega's sweet spot, jabbing it without mercy - Yuuji's slick dripping and allowing him smooth access.
With a loud shrill, Yuuji came - his cum splattering on his chest and face, his back bowing, and his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
Satoru removed his fingers and gently set Yuuji's legs down. The teen brought his trembling legs together, his body still shaking at the tremendous pleasure still coursing through his body. He tried to catch his breath but honestly, he was still on cloud nine.
Yuuji managed to break out of his haze when the sound of rhythmic flapping reached his ears. He raised his head and was met with Satoru's intense, hungry stare - the god's hand moving up and down his cock, coating it up with his precum and Yuuji's slick.
“Um… Satoru-san… do you…” The teen gulped, hot and bothered under his Lord Husband's smouldering and promising stare. “Should I…” He gave Satoru's cock a pointed look.
“...” Satoru seemed to contemplate it and he came to a quick decision, a lecherous grin spreading over his lips. “What a wonderful wife I have~ Go ahead, Yuu-chan~”
Satoru sat on the bed, spreading his legs and allowing Yuuji access.
The teen slowly got up, legs still shaking from the aftershock of his orgasm. Yuuji looked at the twitching organ in front of him with hesitant eyes and gulped. He slowly reached for it and when he grabbed hold of it, it twitched in his hand. The leaking cock in his hand was so big that he had to use his other hand as well.
Satoru let out a loud groan as Yuuji began to jerk him off, the movements inexperienced and hesitant. The teen began to pick up courage as with each movement of his hand, Satoru moaned in pleasure, his eyes closed.
Yuuji couldn't help but be enraptured with how Satoru looked. The god was beautiful in his throes of pleasure, his fists clenching at each squeeze Yuuji gave his cook. The teen wondered if he should return the favour and suck Satoru off, but the mere size of the cock in his hands deterred him.
‘Well… it won't hurt to try…’ Yuuji pondered, a look of determination setting on his face. He pauses his movements, causing the panting god to open his eyes in confusion and his other eye opened as well, both going wide with shock, when he was met with the sight of Yuuji going down on his knees and his lips making contact with the flushed head of Satoru's cock.
“ Shit! ” Satoru hissed, his hand snapping up and gently grabbing Yuuji's hair. The teen gave his cockhead a tentative lick, lapping up the beads of precum that rolled down from his sleeves. From the surprised look of the Omega, he had expected it to taste bad, but Satoru was a god. Everything about him was perfect.
Yuuji was slow in his exploration and Satoru didn't force him to do more. He allowed the teen to move at his own pace, choosing to suffer from the teasing he had been unintentionally put under. He got the surprise of his life - hissing out a loud cuss - when Yuuji suddenly took him in deeper, deep throating his cock to the extent that his nose was buried in the god's white pubes. Satoru's grip on his hair tightened and he aided Yuuji in going up and down his cock - subtly fucking the boy's mouth.
The walls of his throat were wet, warm and tight that it took him a few more thrusts of his hips to ejaculate down Yuuji's throat. The boy gulped his essence down so as not to choke, and when the god pulled out from his mouth, a little bit of cum mixed with saliva rolled down from his swollen lip down to his chin.
Satoru couldn't help but take in Yuuji's debauched form with hungry eyes, which bore a savage and animalistic glint in them. Without further ado, he pulled Yuuji into a deep kiss, his tongue plunging into Yuuji's mouth. He once again surprised the boy when his tongue slithered down his throat and he held himself back from gagging on it. When Satoru moved back, releasing Yuuji, the teen was out of breath.
Yuuji watched with trembling breath as Satoru got comfortable between his legs. His hands gripped his thighs, the god's hands making his thick thighs look small in comparison, and he spread Yuuji's legs. Yuuji's eyes went down and was met with Satoru's very large cocks that were stiff, the red heads dripping with precum, and Yuuji was struggling not to stare at them.
Were they truly going to fit in him?
Yuuji gulped.
Satoru let go of Yuuji's leg, freeing his right hand which he used to grab one of his cocks. He gave Yuuji a flirty smirk as he rubbed his cock over the teen's own, as well as his hole which kept on producing more slick in his excitement. He had Yuuji trembling in want in just mere seconds, the Omega whining under his breath. He finally had mercy on his bride and positioned the head of his cock against Yuuji's slick drenched hole.
Just the head pressing against his entrance already had Yuuji burning up from where he could tell it would overwhelm him. The god’s dick was massive up close, and having it lined up against his ass just made it all seem surreal that there were two of them to take. Yuuji's thighs trembled , even though he fought against it.
“I can’t- I don't think I can-!” Yuuji panted out, his eyes wide in distress. “Gojo-sama, I don't think it will fit!”
Satoru's other hand let go of Yuuji's thigh and he gently cupped his cheek, raising his head so that he could look into the teen's eyes.
“Calm yourself, Little One. You're okay. You can take it.”
Satoru pressed his hips up slowly, guiding Yuuji to stay still as he barely pushed past that ring of muscle. Yuuji scrambled for purchase on Satoru's shoulders, body demanding he get away from the intrusion while simultaneously begging him to let the god's cock be seated fully in him. It was the worst battle of wills, getting his lungs and muscles to relax enough to let himself be penetrated - his eyes never leaving Satoru's eerily bright ones as the invading cock went in slowly inch by inch until he could feel where Satoru was almost bottoming out.
He must have closed his eyes at some point because all he could see was black as his entire focus was zeroed in on the heat and overwhelming fullness settling in deep. His eyes flew open when Satoru gave a sharp jerk of his hips that saw his cock being buried deep in Yuuji's hips. His eyes went down where they were connected in lust filled haze and astonishment. His eyes then landed on the small bulge that was caused by Satoru's dick and he couldn't help but lay a shaking palm on it, pressing it a little and causing Satoru to moan lowly at his action.
“See sweetheart, I told you you could take it all.” Satoru's voice was deep and rumbling, thick with lust and effort at restraining himself. “ Good boy .”
Yuuji whimpered out a moan at the praise, shifting slightly against the weight of the length buried deep inside him. He was overwhelmed already, his leaking dick sitting trapped between them while he just tried to breathe.
“You're taking me so well, sweetheart.” Satoru's claws had made an appearance and they were nearly bruising as he gripped Yuuji's hips more firmly. He slowly dragged his cock out of Yuuji, inch by inch, and when he was halfway out, he stated with a purr that had Yuuji's inner Omega melting utterly, “Doing so good, you pretty thing …” And he slammed back in with a sharp jerk of his hips.
Yuuji all but screamed at the feeling, his nails digging into Satoru's shoulders as he was assaulted with pleasure he had never felt before. Satoru went slow at first, giving Yuuji the time to get accustomed to the battering ram he called a dick, but the god soon lost his patience. Seeing Yuuji looking like the sin he was below him, moaning on his cock, was all he needed for him to utterly ravish the Omega and turn him into a crying mess.
Yuuji's hands somehow found their way up to the Satoru's horns and he gripped them tightly as he was brutally fuck within an inch of his life. The glide was easy with his slick and Satoru's precum, the sound of skin slapping against skin as Satoru's balls hit Yuuji's ass, and the filthy squealing sounds that accompanied it.
Yuuji was utterly overwhelmed, feeling every single inch of Satoru's cock as it pressed up inside of him, battering his sweet spot with zero ounce of mercy and not giving Yuuji any more than a second in between each thrust to properly breathe. Satoru's claws were all but piercing Yuuji's skin, holding Yuuji still.
Satoru let out pinched growls and filthy praises as he all but used him for Yuuji to his own pleasure, although angling for Yuuji's prostate, hitting it harder and harder to the point where Yuuji was sure he would pass out from the pleasure. His own cock bounced neglected and drooling in between their stomachs. Yuuji tried to reach for it but Satoru had slapped his hand away, growling that Yuuji would come untouched and on his cock. It wasn't a suggestion, it was a command .
Another orgasm was incoming and Yuuji felt the warning signs crept in further and further as Satoru just continued to slam into him hard and without restraint.
“Sa- Satoru-sama!” Yuuji moaned out, his hands pulling at the sheets, his back arching. “Hn! Ah! Fuck, so close! Please!”
Yuuji couldn't recognise his own voice. It was a whining mess as he was being destroyed and rearranged. His own tongue rolled out, drool running down his chin.
“My dearest Yuuji…” Satoru leaned forward, pushing Yuuji into a crude mating press. “You're simply- ha! Exquisite!” He hissed out. His thrusts became even more devastating and Yuuji could feel his orgasm coming in a wave so strong that he wouldn't be able to withstand it. “Good boy, Yuu-chan~ Cum for me, Omega.”
The words were enough to have Yuuji reach that edge, body pulling in taunt as he felt his orgasm spill out in messy stripes across their stomachs and chests. Satoru kept right on fucking him through it, practically milking him for all he was worth.
Yuuji was on cloud nine, not knowing how to get down. Satoru's continuous thrusts made it difficult for him to get his bearings together.
All of a sudden, Satoru paused and pulled out his still hard cock. In a flash, Yuuji found himself on his shaking hands and knees. Satoru pressed the head of his cock against Yuuji's red and puckering wet entrance, and Yuuji almost sobbed at the realization that they weren't done. Then, he felt it. Another cock head.
Satoru wasn't going to… was he?
“Sa- Satoru-sama! Wait- hn!” Yuuji choked on his words when simultaneously, Satoru slowly sunk his two cocks into him. The teen felt as if he was being ripped apart, pain mixing with pleasure. Yuuji's limbs gave up on him and he fell face first onto the sheets, his ass in the air.
Satoru grabbed his hips tight and he gently sunk into Yuuji, throwing his head back with a groan as he bottomed out. Yuuji could feel himself near bursting at the seams, his stomach distended. Satoru was pressing against his sensitive prostate, causing him to cum dry at the pressure.
“Hang in there, Yuu-chan~ We have to ensure that you're impregnated~” Satoru said with a wide grin, his fangs peeking out.
Yuuji was fucked into oblivion after that. He soon lost his sense of reasoning, his thoughts only consisting of Satoru - his tongue crying out for him. He clawed at the sheets, his drool staining them. The pressure from Satoru ceaseless fuck had him squirting twice, creating a wet spot below him. And when Satoru finally came, his cum causing Yuuji's stomach to bulge whilst his teeth buried themself in Yuuji's nape, Yuuji's body gave up and the teen's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he passed out - succumbing to the intense pleasure he had been subjected to for hours.
When next Yuuji woke up, he found himself in Satoru's embrace - the two cleaned up from the evidence of their activities. He looked at Satoru's resting face, his sluggish mind still in awe that this god had taken interest in him. A small smile pulled at his lips and he buried himself in Satoru's hold - his eyes closing in bliss.