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It has been said that idle minds are the Devil’s playground and Sukuna partly agrees.
After all, as the Incubus King, he could vouch for how maddening it can be to be cursed to walk the earth searching for his Queen amongst a sea of unworthy mortals.
Yes, idle minds are fertile for the Devil to breach, but little did they know that the Devil himself had a wandering mind that could drive him to the brink of insanity. A millennium had passed with still no sign of the one who was prophesied to be worthy enough to walk beside him.
Until he saw you.
You, that naive, poor little girl, with an overzealous mother that cared little for your well-being beyond ridding you of those voices in your head. The voices he planted within your memories.
Oh, he could see you now, strapped to the bed, forced to endure exorcism after exorcism as your foolish mother wept into her lace handkerchief. My daughter was marked by the devil, she cried. Her soul has been tainted and she is no longer worthy of life.
Wrong.
You were the pinnacle of where life would be created and you were made to be a fearful creature of the dark. The devastating part was you didn’t know it yet.
The Incubus King stared at you from the shadows as you prayed at night, crucifixes adorning your walls and neck. He could hear the fear and frenzied pleads of respite and compassion from a God who had long ago turned His gaze from you. But, while the Divine had discarded you, the darkness still awaited.
Slithering close to your side, Sukuna reveled in how your body stiffened, your prayers ceasing as you caught wind of his presence.
“My, my,” he said and knew you could hear him. “What do we have here?”
As if pushed to complete your prayers, you rushed your last litany of saints, begging them to keep you safe from this dark form beside you. He supposes that he must feel guilty at the sight of your sunken eyes and pallid skin. But, guilt was for the weak and not for a being as formidable as the demon of lust. Carding his fingers through your hair, he bent down and inhaled the redolent scent of innocent vanilla from your locks.
So corruptible, he mused. An innocent, pretty plaything. That was all about to change in a second. Planting the tiniest seeds of fear in your mind, he projected an image of a cathedral, one that he knew you would immediately recognize. And like a fool, you fell for his trap, thinking of it as a sign from above that this was where you would find your salvation.
It’s been said: as above, so below. Same message but a different source. He cared little for how you perceived those flashes of foretelling as long as you came to his altar to be sacrificed. And like a little lamb brought to the slaughter, you fell for his tricks, telling your mother that you had a vision from God to visit a long-abandoned church to be baptized and free from your sin.
But, when you stepped into the decrepit walls, you saw no sign of heaven, only a taste of the hell that awaited you in the form of a man standing by the altar, his black hood covering his face.
Compelled by your excitement, you called out to him and Sukuna smirked, his façade hidden in the shadows as he slowly turned around to face you. Your eyes widened when you absorbed the sight of him, zeroing in on the tattoos around his face and arms, your breath coming out in short pants.
“Mortal,” he greeted you succinctly, “You answered my call.”
Realizing a second too late, you tried to flee, but the darkness held you back with its tenacious bond.
You screamed and thrashed and all he did was saunter over to you, gently touching your forehead. “It’s me, little one. Don’t you recognize me?”
That voice. The same voice that had been whispering in your mind since you were born, compelling you to commit heinous activities and filling your mental cavities with distressing images of torture and mutilation. The voice which compelled your mother and your church’s congregation to think that you were chosen by the Devil himself.
Here was the Fallen Angel incarnate, and you were caught in his trap.
“Please,” you whimpered as he ran his nose down the length of your neck. “R-release me.”
Sukuna tasted your tears when his tongue slithered out to sample your lips. “And why would I do that, mortal?”
“I don’t want to die,” you whimpered, “I-I want to live.”
The Incubus chuckled, spurred on by the fear in your voice.
“What if I told you that with me, you’ll finally be alive?”
He could hear the throb of your disbelief in the air between both of your bodies. “W-what do you mean?”
Sukuna clicked his tongue and allowed the darkness to release you. You stumbled and fell in a heap on the concrete floor, sharp debris cutting into the skin of your palms and knees.
“My dear, you’ve been raised and kept like an animal all your life,” he tutted, “Are you not tired? Are you not angry?”
You shook your head, tears streaming down your cheeks. He hated seeing you cry and nudged your thigh with the toe of his boot.
“Stop that.”
His words had unexpectedly cut you deeply and you sobbed at how a creature of darkness could so intimately know the horrors you had faced. Sukuna put on a mask of pity and kneeled by your side, carding his clawed hands through your hair.
“How long has it been since you’ve seen the sun, my dear?” His voice was husky with pretend pain, “How many years has it been since you could play? How long have you been separated from your friends?”
“Too long,” you hiccupped, staring at your feeble form for the first time. You were too weak to run from him, your muscles atrophying from years spent locked in your room until this revelation had set you free. God or not, he was the reason why your feet were currently rooted on earth and not bound to a bedpost. And you had to give him the worship he deserved.
Reaching out your hands, you cupped his face, not missing how his eyes flashed darkly. “What is your name, sir?”
A grin grew on his face, the sharp fangs of his teeth pushing past his lips. You were terrified of his human form disintegrating but kept your gaze firmly on him, not wanting to show real weakness.
“Haven’t you studied your bible verses, my dear?” he crooned, “You would know that my kind never gives out our real names. But, for you, you may call me Master.”
Master. The word felt foreign on your tongue and you pulsed with the shame of how it made you feel warm down there. That was your sin; the sin of lust that tainted and wrapped around you like poison ivy, scattering across your skin like a rash that you could never tame. You found you wanted to call this creature an honorable name you should’ve only kept for your Savior.
Sukuna could taste your desire in the air and if he had a mortal heart, it would be pounding in self-satisfaction. But as it was, he swept you into his arms, bringing you to the derelict altar as he wondered how best he would start desecrating you. You were pliant and waiting in his arms, eyes wide and lower lip jutting out as you spread yourself for him, legs wide open.
All of his efforts to corrupt you over the years seemed to pay off when you gasped out at his touch. The demon that had haunted your sex-crazed dreams over the years was poised between your legs, his breath ghosting over your exposed thighs. A rough lick met your sensitive skin, and he pushed your modest skirt up to around your waist, exposing your damp pussy to the cool room.
Goosebumps erupted on your skin as he slid your panties to the side, burying his face between your folds.
“You taste like sin, my dear,” he murmured, chin wet with your arousal. Somewhere between having his mouth on you for the first time and the intense desire coursing through your veins, you realized he had rid you of your blouse and bra. Your pretty eyes were illuminated with tears and in the dim lighting, you looked like a virgin sacrifice at the altar, just waiting to be devoured.
And oh– did he devour you. Your cries rebounded across the empty cathedral and where once a congregation sang praises to a higher deity, you cried out for more of his tongue on you. One taste of your sweet, virgin cunt was drawing him down to the depths of sin again and it reminded him of how it felt like when he was first conceived.
Sukuna was begotten from the feelings of lust, desire, and deception in this world that constructed the fabric of his very being. Here with you, he was being reborn again, every slurp of your slick that gushed into his mouth made him feel like he was rising from the flames.
You cried out, spilling all over his tongue. Memories of you doing the same thing every night before your zealot of a mother found out your dirty secret pulsed hotly through you and you braced yourself when you felt his voice in your head.
Touch yourself for me.
Responding to him like how a whore would, you strummed your fingers through your sensitive folds, flicking your clit exactly the way he liked it. His red eyes never left your trembling form and he hissed, “Look at you… dripping like a harlot in God’s house.”
His words inevitably made your body seize and you plunged two of your fingers deep inside you, your breaths coming out in broken moans; soon, you were poised at the edge again. Ripping your panties off your body, you hissed at the momentarily burn of pain that distracted you from your impending orgasm. But, Sukuna was kind enough to place you back on the right track to another back-arching release as he stuffed the torn fabric into your mouth.
That untoward action made you clamp down on your fingers and you were soon creaming around them, tasting your arousal and tears that dribbled into your parted mouth. Barely even a few seconds fresh from your second orgasm, you felt his palm around your throat, nails digging into your skin.
The dark robe that he wore was parted in the middle and exposed his toned chest, the pecs glistening with sweat, almost as if he were human. Little did you know that this human form he took came with a few… modifications and your eyes widened when you felt another pair of hands taking your wrists and securing them over your head. Giving himself into his true form for a second, you exhaled in fear when you were confronted with four arms instead of two and a smug demon bearing down on you as you tried to wrap your head around the sight.
His palm twitched around your neck, black spots creeping in the corner of your vision. With his other hand, he sunk two fingers deep into your heat, curling them upward to hit a spot that had your whole body tightening like a bow. The demon leaned forward and licked a strip from your neck to your gagged lips, tracing the outline of your mouth with the tip of his tongue. The filthy yet intimate act left you begging for more, hips surging upward and oscillating around his fingers.
“Just like that,” he crooned, “Come around my fingers, little lamb.”
Your body betrayed you for the third time and you gushed around his clawed fingers, the sharp points scratching your walls and jolting you back to the present. He didn’t give you any time to get used to his next intrusion and your eyes widened when you saw a mouth opening on his cheek to travel down to his waist, right to your glistening cunt. The second mouth contorted into a grin and you saw its glint of sharp teeth before it sank into the plush skin of your thigh. Overly sensitized, you screamed and the air shimmered as if someone had heard you.
“There are two of them here,” he murmured, not caring that you were thrashing in his hold as the mouth around his navel flicked out its tongue and ran it between your puffy folds. “Keep your voice down or else they would bring you back to your mother,” that warning was enough to get you shaking your head. “You don’t want to be bound for another week to your bed, yes, little lamb?”
Hot flames filled your lower belly when you felt his extended mouth circling your button of nerves with its stiff tongue before suckling on it greedily.
“Otherwise, how can you touch this needy cunt anymore?” His voice was mesmerizing you, thumb slowly pressing through the tight muscle ring of your pussy and coming out coated with your wetness. “Maybe I could pay you a visit… fuck you as you’re spread-eagled out on that bed but I won’t let you cum.”
A pair of footsteps made you freeze, a scream lodged in the back of your throat.
“…Someone here?”
“…must be a cat…sounds like mewling.”
There was a tense second when you were sure you were going to get caught; between the demon tongue flicking your clit and his thumb slowly fucking your cunt, it was hard to stay still. But mercifully, those footsteps disappeared. He grinned and bent down, running the stiff tip of his tongue around your rock-hard nipples. You jolted, cunt pulsing painfully and freely leaking around his thumb now.
“Good girl,” he praised and bit down on your nub. Giving your other breast the same attention, he tongued, flicked, and bit down on those sore nipples until you were flinching from the onslaught of pleasure. Your legs shook as another release crept upon you, but this time, he wasn’t as generous.
The tongue deep in your cunt retracted and you hadn’t realized you weren’t breathing right when the palm around your neck loosened. The second mouth traveled to his cheek and he roughly fished your ruined panties from your mouth only to replace it with a dangling glob of spit hovering over your swollen mouth. Immediately knowing what you should do, you parted your lips.
Like the ending to an hour-long benediction, you received a holy sacrament in the form of a viscous mixture of his saliva and your arousal that coated your tongue. He clamped your mouth shut, forcing you to swallow and you did so with red cheeks and a penitent heart.
There was a second before you noticed he had paused after your acceptance of his blessing, your hazy mind half a world away and barely registering the feeling of his cock slipping into you.
“Tch, you’re so wet,” he murmured, “I can take your virginity and you wouldn’t complain, right, slut? I bet you won’t even feel it.”
He settled deep in you and beyond a short pinch of discomfort, you hadn’t even felt the raging agony that your mother had told you that came with the loss of your innocence. Rather, all you could feel was the curve of his cock hitting that same spot that made you scream. The pleasure had fully morphed into pain and as hard as you tried to get away from him, he would not release you or grant you respite. The altar shook, debris clattering onto the floor as the wet squelches of your slobbering pussy resounded around this holy space.
Casting your eyes upward to the painted ceiling, you met the stern gaze of St. Agnes, the patron saint of chastity who was tortured for not giving up her virginity; ultimately seen as the figurehead to how a woman should behave and act in this wicked world. You used to pray to her to get rid of those lustful thoughts and now your back was bowing off an abandoned altar as a demon was balls-deep in your twitching heat. It was with those thoughts that you shattered around his cock, eyes filling with tears as you abandoned the last vestiges of your purity and fully let the darkness consume you.
As if reading your thoughts, Sukuna grinned widely, his cock pulsing deep inside you. In a matter of seconds, the ritual would be complete. You would be his vessel as well as his Queen, forever tied to his side to serve, obey and pleasure him. He would bring you to his domain where the both of you would rule side by side as he gave you demon baby after demon baby to repopulate the earth with transgression.
With the final slam of his hips, Sukuna snarled, pouring his seed into your twitching sex. His eyes rolled upward towards the ceiling where he triumphantly crowed his conquest to the gathering of horrified, painted saints.
Warmth filled you to the brim, dripping all the way to your womb and you cried out, “No! No! Please!” His manic cackling ignited your fear and you twisted in his hold, trying to escape before his seed could take. There was one thing to have succumbed to a demon, but another thing to be bred by him.
Everything you had in your life was now ruined. You were crying, your body betraying you and accepting his seed as you tossed your head back, crying out your pleasure for the whole of heaven to hear.
As if a transaction had been completed, you felt hot imprints on your skin, woozily registering that tattoos had appeared on your body – the same tattoos that mirrored his.
His arms released you and in a blink of an eye, he had resumed his human form.
“Next time, I’ll let you take my seed on your tongue as I’m sitting on my throne.”
You were shaking, tears running down your face and body bruised and marked by his teeth and handprints.
Sukuna clicked his tongue and brushed your cheek with the back of his finger. “You are ruined beyond redemption now, little lamb.” At his words, you cried harder which only served to heighten his pleasure. “Yes, cry, young one. There is no going back to your life now.”
A thick spurt of his cum trickled down your thighs and you knew that if your mother found out, there would be no mercy. You would be sent straight to a nunnery that specialized in wayward young women and your life would truly be over then. Pressing your hands to his chest, you pleaded with your eyes. “Take me with you, Master.”
Your words were like a prayer answered to him and he gently lifted you into his arms, as if he was your redemption and not your ruination. The shadows that darkened the corners of the derelict building seemed to condense to form a portal that led right into a dark void.
“Are you ready, little lamb?”
You pressed your tear-streaked face into his chest before lifting it up and staring at the sunlight filtering through the cracks in the roof. It would be the last time you would feel that warmth and you cherished it for one last second before nodding.
There would be no going back to who you were. How could you go back to a life of sexual austerity when you had the most potent taste of sin on your tongue and his offering staining your thighs? You would be a fool to return back to that repressive bedroom with the judgment of the saints and your pious mother bearing down on you.
For in searching for a lifetime of salvation, you had found it in his gentle sin.
Pressing his lips to your ear, you heard the first stirrings of his reciprocation for you.
“Sukuna. My real name is Sukuna. I am the Incubus King and I want you to be my Queen.”
Looking up at him, you abandoned all rationale and accepted him with a harsh kiss on his mouth, one that would barely harm him but would bruise your fragile human ones.
Feeling his grin stretch across your intumescent lips, he brought you to the realm of death, where for the first time in your life, you would finally get to live.