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Sukuna’s eyes followed their hands, the elegant arc of the blade following their command. He took in their meticulous motions that were crafted by years of work. His mouth started to water.
Uraume cut off a cube of meat. Sukuna stared. They silently handed it over to him, pointedly avoiding eye contact.
Their reverence of him made Sukuna feel a familiar warmth in his chest. The warmth that filled him after a particularly thrilling fight, increasingly rare these days. He savored the emotion that Uraume invoked within him. Uraume knew he was above them, and they loved it. He loved it.
He plucked the piece of meat out of their willing hands, popping it into his mouth. He sucked out the last traces of blood, only deigning to chew once he felt thoroughly satisfied with the flavors he had drawn out.
When he had first taken Uraume as his personal chef, he had personally chosen the cattle. During his pillages, as he watched victims scramble about, screaming their heads off, he would point out those that he thought would satisfy him. Uraume, diligent as ever, would silently collect them, simply freezing their bodies to avoid damaging the flesh.
Sukuna was never satisfied with the quality of meat, however. After nights and nights of complaints, Uraume requested to choose the target of his next meal during their next pillage. Sukuna had no other ideas, so he reluctantly agreed. The gall of this lowly chef. Did they really think they would know any better than him? The strongest?
Sukuna had to swallow his pride as he swallowed his next meal. Perhaps he had been too quick to judge. Uraume had chosen the perfect target. Sukuna wasn’t even able to see who the target was, only seeing their butchered and cooked form.
Ever since Uraume had chosen the victims for his meals Sukuna hadn’t been let down. Every chew led him to a special euphoria, a delectable experience without fail.
As he chewed, he noticed Uraume’s eyes on him. Now this was rare.
They were rarely bold enough to look at him, and they never dared while they knew he was already gazing upon them. He knew it was a matter of respect and worship in their mind, but he enjoyed the feeling of eyes revering him. Maybe they’d look more if they knew. Maybe he’d tell them, he decided.
But, for now, Uraume was unaware he caught them. He basked in the feeling of their gaze. He couldn’t help but feel as if he was post-battle, with sweaty skin, being blown by the wind. He experienced the same pleasant chill when they looked at him. Perhaps even similar to a sea breeze, he thought mildly, finally swallowing the meat.
Uraume’s eyes followed the bob of his throat. Their cheeks went red at the sight.
Sukuna tested his luck, looking over to them, only to be put out by them whipping their head back down to look at the meat the were filleting. Sukuna followed their eyes, intently staring at their deft hands removing the plump, red meat from the bone. He felt his stomach getting heavy and hot.
What would Uraume taste like? Would they be sweet? He doubted it. No matter how much the deference they showed him convinced him otherwise, they were ruthless. They were a skilled sorcerer, an efficient killer. One of the only sorcerers he’s seen that could impress him, to be candid.
They would likely be savory. He thought of the rich flavor they would exhibit, the way it would burst on his tongue. So king his teeth into them, tearing a chunk of their flesh for himself, making them a part of him. How would it feel? He obsessed over these thoughts.
He hated to admit it, but he had grown attached to Uraume. He didn’t want to kill them, but he needed to devour them. Merging them with himself, keeping them with him forever. The thought scratched a particular itch within Sukuna. They wouldn’t be allowed to leave. Uraume could worship him forever like that. Sukuna felt his cock fill out under the soft fabric of his kimono.
If he couldn’t devour them like he wanted to, then he’d have to find the next best thing. He softly palmed his cock as he said, “Uraume. Look at me.”
Uraume immediately looked up at him, still avoiding eye contact. He sighed.
“My eyes.”
They hitched their breath as they obeyed his command. He smiled.
He stood up from his seat across from them, silently walking over to their side of the counter. He leaned into their space and whispered, “Bend over.”
“My Lord, I’m still preparing-“
He groaned. Were they really concerned about that right now? So what? It would be finished afterwards, anyways.
“I don’t care. Bend over for me.”
They complied, a flush high on their cheeks, painting their face a beautiful red color. They matched the flesh that they were preparing. He wanted to eat both.
He prodded his middle and ring finger against their lips. They opened their mouth without question, dutifully licking at his fingers, coating them in their spit.
He was satisfied to know that Uraume seemed to understand, and enjoy, what he planned to do.
As they licked at his fingers, Sukuna picked up the fabric of their robes. His mouth was starting to water at the sight of their bare skin. It looked so smooth, so perfect. He wanted to tear it apart, taste everything inch. He leaned down into their shoulder, licking a stripe across it, and swiftly biting down, hard. Uraume’s whine was muffled by his fingers, but he felt their legs rubbing against each other at the impact.
He kicked the wound, satisfied at the slight taste of blood on his tongue.
Sukuna removed his fingers from Uraume’s mouth. He continued to hold their robes up and he prodded their hole with his middle finger, slowly pushing in.
As much as he wanted to rip them apart, he couldn’t afford to truly hurt them. Not with the invaluable work they provided. Sukuna needed to be gentle. Human bodies were always so weak.
Once he reached the final knuckle, the thrusted in and out, entranced by the warmth of them. They usually ran cold, how could they be this warm on the interior? He pushed his ring finger in.
Once they had become accustomed to the stretch of the second, he started to scissor his fingers in and out, getting them ready for the third. He couldn’t truly get them ready for the girth of his cock, especially not when they were this tiny, but he would try.
They groaned when he added the third finger. Sukuna was surprised at how well Uraume was taking him. No one had been this well-suited to him. He removed his fingers once he felt satisfied at the preparation.
Uraume whined at the absence.
“My Lord, please.”
Sukuna reveled in their weakness to him. No one else would have them whimpering and defenseless like this. Only he was strong enough to keep them like this. No one else could render them this pitiful. This beautiful.
He kept his tone harsh as he asked, “What? What do you need?”
“Please, fill me again. I feel so empty now.”
“Horny little human. Pitiful. Begging for cock,” Sukuna couldn’t stop himself from insulting them once he started. They just looked so delectable like this, and he needed more. He wanted to destroy them.
They cried as they leaned further into the counter, trying to avoid the flesh, instead crying into the fabric of their sleeves. Uraume took a deep breath before managing, “Please, my Lord. I’ll behave so well for you. Please.”
He felt a bizarre mixture of arousal and hunger shoot through him and he lined his cock up with their readied hole. Sukuna saw their mouth curve into an open, satisfied smile at the stretch. He needed to change that. He needed them to sob and whine.
He thrusted in roughly, filling them to the hilt quicker than he should’ve. They gasped at the sudden sensation.
Sukuna found a steady rhythm quickly, fast enough to not give Uraume time to think, and deep enough that he felt like he could burrow under their skin. He wanted them to feel him for days after this.
Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling of hunger that itched at him. He looked down at Uraume, staring at the loose collar of their kimono falling down their shoulders. He dived down for seconds, biting again at their shoulder. He latched on, sucking their flesh and licking the blood that flooded out. The taste of iron in his mouth made him groan.
Uraume let out a strangled noise, somewhere between a yelp and a moan. They reached down to their cock, trying to stroke themself. He stopped them, holding tightly onto their arm.
“More, please. Fuck!”
Sukuna, for once, allowed himself to be commanded. He sped up his thrusts and eyed the pieces of meat on the counter. He grabbed a piece and brought it to Uraume’s mouth. They looked at him, a flash of confusion in their eyes that was quickly drowned out by arousal. Uraume continued to stare at him as they accepted it into their mouth, slowly chewing, and moaning at the taste.
Sukuna’s eyes followed their throat at they swallowed. He imagined biting into their throat and tearing as he traced their teeth with his thumb and pointer. Uraume whined around his fingers. He went in for dessert as he bit their neck, harder than he did for their shoulders. He let the blood flood his mouth, sucking as hard as he could. Sukuna started to gain an understanding for hummingbirds as he tasted the sweet nectar of Uraume’s blood. Working that hard for flower nectar had always seemed outrageous to him, but he knew deep down that he, too, would die if he was deprived of his own flower. They were so delicate in his arms.
“I’m so close, Sukuna-sama. Can I? Please.”
He was reluctant to remove himself from the bite, but he needed to respond. Sukuna felt his own orgasm rapidly approach.
“Go ahead, Uraume. Come for me.”
Uraume cried out and he felt them tighten around his cock. The sensation pushed him over the edge and his pace stuttered as he came deep inside of them. He slowly thrust in and out, forcing the cum deeper in Uraume. He didn’t want any of it to leave their body.
As he thrust, he wrapped his hand around their cock, picking up any of their release that he could. He slowly took his hand to his mouth, licking it off. The taste was slightly bitter, and he crinkled his nose at it. Regardless, he sucked it off his fingers like it was gourmet. Sukuna looked down to see Uraume’s eyes hazy at the sight.
“The… hmm. The meat. Sukuna-sama. I wasnt done… preparing. Preparing it.”
Sukuna chuckled at their attempts to speak. They were out of it.
“Don’t worry about that, for now. You’re dirty. We need to clean you up,” he explained as he softly carried them in his arms to the baths. Their skin was so supple, so full of life. He felt the blood pulsing beneath their skin.
He walked softly, their weak form clinging onto his kimono. It felt like taking a lamb to the slaughter.