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He calls you Pet.
And only Pet.
You don’t remember your name.
You don’t remember your life before crossing his path.
All you know is the cage you call your home inside his throne room. A gilded cage that keeps you comfortable. You lack for nothing, never thirsty, never hungry.
Well……
Almost.
He’s always out of reach.
Your collar and chains won’t allow you to reach through the bars to touch him, no matter how much you plead. You yearn for his attention and his affection. You plead until you are hoarse but all he does is look down from his throne and glare. Sometimes you hear his voice in your head and you drink it like water in a desert. His voice is deep and rich and reverberates through your mind. It could be called a comfort but it only makes you yearn more. You can’t keep the breathless whine out of your voice.
“Please Master.”
He glares down at you.
“Silence Pet”
Why do you yearn for him so much?
Because he has never touched you physically.
He uses you as a toy but it is all mental, all in your head.
He teases you.
Edges you.
Yet he has never let you finish or climax. He leaves you shaking and soaked and whimpering. He drags your body to that edge with his cursed energy and then stops. Lazily stroking himself to climax as he tortures you again and again. You have no idea how long you have been his pet nor for how long he has tortured you.
Sukuna looks down from his throne and smirks, red eyes glinting. He feeds on your neediness. Savors it like fine wine. Drinks down all your endorphins and adrenaline. Hears your rapid heart beat and loud begging and it only gets him off harder. Being the self proclaimed King of Curses he does everything for his own ego and pleasure. Eventually he will use your body. Eventually he will take his full pleasure from you.
In the meantime, he watches as you continuously reach for him. Touch starved is an understatement for you and the more he tortures you, the more you want his claws and teeth on your skin. It’s not just his cursed energy that tortures you. He allows you to feel how strong his pleasure and climaxes are while you are left panting on that edge over and over. He sends you pictures in your head when he is not on his throne. You lust for his body and all that strength. He could easily hurt you physically and yet you don’t care.
You still want it.
Still beg for it.
But the worst?
He sends you pictures in your head of him taking you, fucking you. Biting and clawing your skin until blood runs down your body. Filling your holes with both his cocks and covering you in buckets of cum. The worst was the image of you laying on your blankets and your stomach swollen with all his cum.
He makes you tremble, your clit throb, your pussy dripping. And yet he still won’t touch you. You writhe on your semblance of a bed. Dizzy. Sweating. Struck dumb. Begging. Pleading. Sometimes he gets you almost there, toes on the edge of the cliff and just before you tumble over he…..
just….
stops.
There’s no dissipating, no slowly ebbing back.
Nope, it’s like slamming into a brick wall.
You sob.
“Cry for me, Pet.”
You can’t help it. You cry, you sob, you beseech him. He relishes the tears that fall down your face.
“More, my Pet.”
You cry until you pass out.
It’s a pattern, your torture.
But that doesn’t stop you from begging. No matter how much your body aches or how fuzzy your mind is. His torture only makes you want him more. Just when you start to get comfortable with the edging, he switches things up. You wake up and the cage around you is temporarily gone and he stands above you. Whining you try to reach for him and you can’t move. Frozen to the floor. Seeing him stroking both his cocks, your eyes go wide, not understanding what he is doing. Sukuna has his robes open, the mouth on his stomach wide and grinning, his face dark with pleasure as he double fists his cocks.
If you could move you would sit up and offer your mouth. It’s not touching him at this point. You want to taste him, to please him or do your best to. Sucking cock is something you’ve never done. Hell, before being captured by Sukuna, sex was fumbling and unsatisfactory. He hasn’t even fucked you, let alone allowed you to cum and it’s still a better experience. Even with the constant edging there’s still a semblance of pleasure, skin tingling, nerves on fire, flushed down to your toes.
A loud groan breaks you out of your blurry thoughts and with a blink you look up again. His cocks are swollen and dark red, dripping with precum. As he strokes, the precum drips and splashes onto your naked skin. Another whine escapes you but he ignores you, completely selfish in chasing his own pleasure. You laying spread eagle to the floor and completely helpless only drives him faster to his own edge and his moans are loud as cums, covering your bare skin. It’s surprisingly searing hot and if you could move, you’d be squirming. But all you can do is gasp and tears are in your eyes again. As he steps away, the gilded cage reappears around you and you are no longer paralyzed. The second you realize you can move again, you are scrambling to the edge of the cage, reaching through the bars with both hands desperate to touch him. Your fingers brush the edges of his robes as he turns to walk away and he stops. Grasping at the cloth, you open your mouth to speak and no words come out. The robes are snatched away from your hands as Sukuna walks towards his throne.
“Be happy with your gift Pet.”
Gift?
Gift?
Wait.
You look down and see the cum glistening and drying on your skin. Instantly you spread your fingers through it, rubbing it in. Some of it has pooled into your flat stomach and you dig it up with three fingers, immediately shoving them into your mouth. It’s still warm, salty and bitter yet you savour it like you’re starving. Moaning, you continue to eat his spend until you can’t gather anymore, rubbing what’s left into your body. It’s a level of eroticism you’ve never felt before and it only makes you want Master more.
Every little morsel of pleasure Sukuna gives you is what you live for. At the beginning you had tried to get yourself off when he would edge you. You would explore with your fingers, delving into your soaked hole and rubbing your swollen clit. Sometimes you would bunch up your blankets and rub against them but it was futile. No matter what you tried, you could never hit completion, never got to that climax. It was upsetting, frustrating. And all it does is make Sukuna laugh. He refuses to allow you to cum unless it’s his idea. It’s practically a whim for him to stop you, barely takes energy, a wave of his hand where he sat on his throne. In fact, he enjoyed watching you try everything to get off and he loved to hear you crying in frustration. Eventually you figure out that no matter what you try on your own, he won’t allow it to happen. Again you fall to begging and crying. All he does is tell you to be quiet or keep begging depending on his mood.
Sukuna would never tell you how pretty and soft you are to him. How he enjoys every little response you give as he tortures you. Just thinking of what he wants to do to keep you on edge gets him aroused. For weeks he marks you almost every day with his cum, painting you with it but still not letting you fall over that edge.
One night you blink awake and try to roll over.
When you are unable to, you realize the cage is gone, your nest of blankets gone. Your collar, wrist and ankle restraints are still there. Then you feel a cold stone against your back. At least you are able to turn your head, noticing that you are on a black marble platform. Arms are chained down above your head and your legs are folded and spread, chained down as well. It’s not uncomfortable per say, but not as pleasant as your gilded cage. Sukana stops and looms over you, completely naked again, muscles ripple under his skin with each movement, the mouth at his stomach grinning wide and tongue lolling out, dripping drool. His dark red eyes trace over your body, noting how you flush involuntarily and your pupils blow out. He traces claws lightly over your thighs - barely touching - and gives a low laugh when your stomach tenses at the feel of his sharp claws. His touch his light on purpose, wanting to torture you further.
You whine.
“Master….”
“Save it.”
Your whines turn into gasps as the tongue from the mouth in his torso starts to lap slow and long against both your holes. Reacting before you can help it, you arch your hips, begging for more. Sukuna gives another low laugh. This is never about your pleasure and the tongue is merely getting you wet enough to fuck. He’s had enough of torturing you mentally and now he has moved on to full physical. Chest heaving, mouth open, you realize that you can’t feel any kind of pleasure as the tongue continues its ministrations. Before you can stop them, tears fall from your eyes and all it does is make Sukuna laugh even more.
And then the tongue is gone.
Your soaked pussy clenches around nothing and you are shaking. Steady whimpering comes from you now but are soon quieted by a large clawed hand wrapping just tight enough around your throat. This is a momentary distraction before Sukuna lines up and thrusts both cocks deep into your holes. The stretch burns for a moment and then he bottoms out, bony hips pressed hard against your ass. You’re full. So full. It’s beyond overwhelming. Shattering and fantastic all at the same time. Sukuna grinds down on purpose, pulling more noises from you. For so long all you had wanted was his touch, let alone to be fucked.
There’s no warning.
No words from your Master as he pulls out and slams back in. He is fast and rough, using you as a vessel for his own pleasure. No more than a sleeve for his cock. He slams into you over and over, both holes stretched around each of his cocks. It’s pain and pleasure and you feel that edge running up your body, your toes curl, your hands grasping into fists. You can’t help the babbled words that escape your mouth.
“Please, please, please, please.”
It falls on deaf ears.
Sukuna only cares about his own selfish pleasure. His pace does not slow, claws now digging into your thighs and dripping your blood. How long does he fuck you? Time blurs and it feels like hours. Earlier your pleasure had felt dimmed but now it is full body and it burns. Every nerve feels like it’s on fire. Like you may spontaneously combust beneath him. And yet, you still aren’t allowed to tumble over. Still not allowed to feel that crescendo of an orgasm. Tears are steady down your cheeks. He never slows down, not even when he climaxes, the cum released deep inside you is searingly hot and it makes you cry out. It only makes your holes slicker and the faster glide makes the pleasure turn torturous for you. The noises coming from you now are incoherent. A mixture of pleas, moans and whines. He runs a hand over your stomach which is now completely distended and swollen. It only seems to urge him on.
Time blurs again, you feel like you are being slammed against a wall over and over as Sukuna deliberately keeps your toes right on that edge. He’s a sadist, with infinite energy but after the sixth time he has filled you up, he pulls out and walks away. You're filthy, both holes swollen and dripping with cum, his sweat having dripped all over your skin. You still cry now without tears and your sobs are completely broken. Darkness envelopes you and you pass out.
A scream rips from your mouth as you are startled awake from a deep burning. Sukuna is back over you and fucking you again. Not only do you scream but you squirm against your restraints hard. The fluids that previously filled you are gone, removed by Sukuna so he can torture you just as much as before. He grunts each time he bottoms out in your holes and relishes in your cries of pain. Just like not allowing you to cum, he curtails you from getting wet this time. He wants it to hurt, he wants you in pain and it only turns him on further. He feasts on it. Eventually your cries of pain turn into whimpers as your body starts to go numb. Endorphins try to kick in but they barely make a dent. It hurts and he wants you raw. Time blurs and once again you have no idea how long he uses you.
A tongue laps against your cheek, lapping at your dried tears.
“Wake up my Pet.”
Your lids feel like lead and it takes you a few moments to open your eyes. Sukuna is so close that you can smell his masculine scent and there is still the smell of sex in the air. You whine and downcast your eyes. You can’t look at him. He’s your Master and has so much of a hold over you. He can torture you all he wants, you will still give into him. Still serve him. He has finally, finally touched you, given you everything you had been begging for and you would gleefully give him more.
“Look at me.”
Reluctantly, you look up at him. His red eyes are sharp and dark. So is his grin. He runs a few claws through your hair and then grips tight, making you gasp.
“Such a good, obedient Pet. I think you finally deserve a reward.”
You squirm in your restraints again, not wanting to believe his words. He’s edged you for so long and you are reluctant.
“Master?”
“Yes my Pet. It’s time.”
Time?
Time for what?
And before you can think or even parse words, your skin starts to flush. Goosebumps scatter across your body. Sukuna is no longer touching you but he looms. Nerves tingle, a tight heat starts in your lower belly. You squirm again but for a different reason. The pleasure has started in your toes and is quickly moving up your body. A gasp and you realize that your clit is swollen and you are dripping wet. Getting wetter. Opening your mouth you try to speak and no words come out.
Sukuna leans down closer and whispers one word.
“Cum.”
It slams into you.
There’s no build up like before when he edged you. No lighting up of nerves, no soft warmth. Instead the hot waves crash over you again and again. You arch so hard against your restraints that they cut into your wrists, making you bleed. Hips bucking, toes curling, you dig your nails into your palms as you throw your head back and keen. Just like before, you feel like you are slamming into a brick wall but this time it’s a wall of deep and heavy pleasure.
It’s staggering.
Mind shattering.
Sukuna pulls away and the pleasure hits you even harder. It’s Heaven and Hell all at the same time. And it doesn’t stop. Every wave makes your pussy gush across the altar and slick coats your thighs. Your brain flatlines, your vision whites out and every muscle in your body is tight. And the pleasure still does not stop becoming borderline painful. A deep laugh comes from Sukuna as he returns to his throne, leaving you to writhe on the altar. The cries and moans that come from your mouth go on until you are hoarse.
And then you are falling, falling, falling.
Gone.
After what seems like an eternity, you wake up. The blankets and furs around you are soft and warm. Collar and cuffs are new and soft on you. While your body is sore, your skin is freshly clean. And then you notice. You’re back in that gilded cage and now, it sits on top of the black marble altar.