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Megumi’s fingers dug into the cool ground of the forest, clenching into a fist as another wave of pleasure washed over him as he knelt on the ground.

He bit his lip trying to keep down a moan.

“Hey now didn’t I say not to hide your voice?” A gruff voice filled his ears and he glared at the ground.

He did not want to give into the command, but the next time a wave hit and the slide of weight on his thigh shifted he didn’t stop the groan that slipped past his lips.

“There it is!” The voice cackled and Megumi raised his head turning his glare on the source of his predicament.

Ryoumen Sukuna.

The curse was wearing his usual smirk as he sat crossed legged a few metres away from him. Contorting Itadori’s face with his dark marks and jeers the cheerful boy would never think of wearing as he rested his head lazily on his hand with his eyes glued to him and his situation.

“Now, now,” The King of Curses chuckled. “There’s no need to wear such a look, we’re all just having fun here, right?”

Another wave of pleasure hit and all he could do was moan as he turned his head away trying not to lose himself in all of the sensations assaulting his body. He took another panting breath, steadying himself, and found he was staring at a mass of writhing and squirming shiny grey scaly tentacles that were wrapped tightly around his legs and thighs getting dangerously close to very sensitive parts of himself.

He glared at the curse, who seemed unaffected by his look as the tentacles continued their journey across the lower region of his body, completely unperturbed by his death stare. If only he hadn’t been so careless then he and Itadori wouldn’t be in their current predicament.

“What did I just say, Fushiguro Megumi?” Megumi couldn’t help rolling his eyes at the deadly tone peeking through Ryoumen Sukuna’s words, but he turned his attention to the curse wearing his friend’s face. “That’s a good boy, now stop lying hunched over like that and lean back. I want a better view of it and stop holding in your moans.”

He winced at the latest command. He knew this was all a game to the curse and humiliating him to his core seemed to be the joyful bonus of the game they were playing. Yet he did as the curse commanded, shifting his weight and raising the top half of his body from kneeling on the cold ground. The tightening of the tentacles as he shifted and a new persistent wave of pleasure had him hissing but it didn’t stop his journey, he continued to lean back until he was on his knees, lower half fully exposed to the curse as his hands laid useless by his sides on the ground to help balance. The torn remains of the shirt of his school uniform covering his neck, upper chest and upper arms fell to the ground around him leaving him fully exposed.

“Yes,” Ryoumen Sukuna purred. “Good…Very good.”

Red eyes roamed across his body in a mismatched path that reminded him of a lizard in how they were able to move their eyes in different directions. He shivered under the scrutiny and the tightening of the tentacles as they accommodated his new position and went back to the leisurely exploration of his body when he made no further movements.

How did he end up in such an obscene mess, well it all started with what was supposed to be a simple mission and instead ended with him stuck between a deadly murderous rock and a tight gripped hard place.

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The town of Nikko was a popular destination with its historical buildings and closeness to a lush national park. It was a place that drew in tourists with its craft beer and the allure of nature year round, it was also dealing with a curse problem.

That had been what Megumi and Itadori had been told by Ijichi on the drive to the town. People had been disappearing at an alarming rate, with reports of people being lured and compelled to enter the forest before their disappearance. The alarming connection had been why he and his classmate had been called in, it wasn’t unheard of for curses to form in popular areas and given the long history of the town and national park made a perfect breeding ground for curses, Megumi was surprised other sorcerers hadn’t been called out to the area more often.

“Are you sure we are on the right track?” Itadori’s voice drew him from his thoughts and he turned to look over his shoulder.

His friend was walking leisurely behind him with his hands behind his head, his pink hair nearly shining in the dappled sunlight that peeked through the canopy of leaves the trees thankfully made overhead. They were at the end of summer yet the summer heat still persisted and made the early fall days near unbearable with it, the shade of the forest was a much welcome reprieve as the two young sorcerers made their way through it.

“We should be.” He answered, turning his eyes to a map that they had been given and not stopping his pace. “The reports said many of the disappeared people were last seen entering the way we came and being seen going deeper into the forest and besides can’t you feel the cursed energy in the air?”

“Y-yeah, I can!” He could just see the other teen fumbling. “How did Nanamin say to do it again…”

Megumi couldn’t help but smile as his friend muttered to himself. Ever since his friend’s “resurrection” he had found himself smiling at and enjoying his friend’s antics, it really put into perspective just how much he had missed the other and how much he had grown as a sorcerer from that night they had first met.

“Ahh there they are!” Itadori cheered as he energetically pulled ahead, having caught onto the trail of residuals that he had already found.

A curse was definitely lingering in these woods. They just didn’t know what kind, ever since they had gotten into Ijichi’s car and learned of their assignment Megumi had been trying to piece together just what they would be dealing with given the modicum of information they had. The last known location of the missing victims had always been the forest they were traversing, each victim had previously visited the forest in a group and after a visit witnesses had reported each victim acting strange before their disappearance. Each victim had mentioned the forest ad nauseam and had exhibited strange displays of emotions while acting out of character; overly pleasant or cheerful had been the common emotion reported.

Yet, there had been no sightings of strange beings or any other strange phenomenon happening directly in the village. This gave him an idea that the emotional manipulation had been caused by the curse and that it had a large range of effect or that the curse had some sort of lure or marker it placed on people and only activated when they were no longer in a large group.

No bodies had been reportedly found and the official reports had been that the people either left or just got lost in the woods, the lack of a body was troubling to Megumi. It made his imagination wander of just what the curse could be physically capable of doing if it could do away with the remains of the body so meticulously and leave no evidence. Another aspect that left the police scratching their heads and making them the next best option of uncovering the mystery.

He had already prepared himself for a mental confrontation and told Itadori to prepare himself, he just hoped the curse would be a simple lower grade one and not have any major surprises for them. They just had to stay vigilant and exorcise the curse to the best of their abilities.

“Wow this clearing is huge!” Itadori’s voice was far and when Megumi lifted his head he found that they were on the edge of a clearing and his friend was much farther ahead of him than expected.

The clearing was quite large, they apparently had made great time traversing through the woods as the closest clearing had been marked far on the map from where they had started, it was a truly lovely sight. The trees creating a soft canopy over the wide grass and the sound of a bubbling creek easily reached his ears, it was a nice spot and if they had been simple hikers he would definitely see himself spending an afternoon taking in the idyllic scenery.

He gave the area a scan and found that the residuals were still strong and led him to the right side of the clearing, the curse energy was sporadic at best, but he was happy they still had a trail they could follow.

He made his way further into the clearing, his eyes ever sharp and keeping them along the treeline, the space between the trees wasn’t that large but his sharp eyes had already pinpointed areas that could be used for cover. He had just gotten his friend back and the last thing he wanted was to lose him to another ambush, he knew he was stronger from that time in the juvenile detention centre, but a phantom twinge in his side and the stinging memory of roots piercing his skin reminded him he still had leagues to go.

“Hey I know this place is really nice but is now the time for sightseeing?” Wide eyed Megumi turned and saw that Itadori had instead of following him had continued his trek along the left side of the clearing and far away from the path of the residuals.

“What?” He blinked as his friend just blinked back at him.

“It’s like I said I know this place is nice but we can’t be slacking off and the trail of residuals continues over here…”

A chill trapezed down Megumi’s spine as he knew the residuals continued on his side of the clearing where he stood–

“Itadori!” He cried as his hands formed the familiar sign for his shikigami Kuro and he raced forward where his friend stood just as the sound of a tree falling filled the clearing.

He reached downwards, not stopping as he ran and pulled a dark blade from his shadow just as a long dark mass came from the treeline, using the weapon to block the attack from the first curse.

A garbled wail from his back and the familiar grunt and feeling of Itadori’s curse energy had told him that the second curse had made its appearance and looking out of the corner of his eye he confirmed that his friend had engaged with the curse. He could only make out what looked partially like a withering mass that recoiled at Itadori’s punches.

A click and a screech drew his attention back to his own opponent as it fully exited the cover of the treeline and shadows. The curse towered over him and resembled a cross between a giant earwig and centipede with writhing tentacles for arms and on the edges of its mouth. Its upper half rose above the ground like a snake’s with its beady black eyes all focused on Megumi, before turning to Kuro who had sneakily moved to its side and had latched onto the curse’s side triggering another screech.

Not one to miss an opportunity, and encouraged by his shikigami’s physical attack, he leapt forward and swung his sword into the opposite side of the curse. The exoskeleton of the curse gave way and dark viscous fluid flew out of the wound and the screech encouraged Kuro to finish his own attack and tear off a chunk of the curse’s body.

Another screech filled his ears and he was about to make another attack knowing to keep up the pressure but the sight of an incoming dark mass in his peripheral had him jumping back at the last second, dodging the curse’s tail. His eyes widened as the sight of a barb on the tip of it and could imagine the damage it could do, worried his attention moved to his shikigami.

“Kuro!” Megumi shouted, concern clear in his voice.

He hadn’t been sure if it had been the tone of his voice or the connection they shared, yet he was thankful for whatever it was that had his shikigami jumping off of the curse and missing the swing of the dangerous tail by mere inches. Relief flooded his system once again when his companion landed right beside him, a familiar growl coming from his side.

The curse followed through with its swing, having the tail wrap around its body ready for another strike and successfully pushing him and Kuro back, gaining distance between them. Megumi swore he saw the edges of the curse’s mouth rise into a smirk, making him tighten his grip on his blade and move to begin another strike. A flash of colour sprang from the tentacles, encouraging him to follow through with his attack, when a rush of calm had him stumbling in his attack and Kuro’s surprised yelp told him that the shikigami had also been surprised and turning his head he saw the dog shaking his head in confusion.

He gasped as his mind warred with the surprising calming compulsion he had been hit with and the need to deal with the curse in front of him. He gripped the side of his head and shook it as he was reminded of the alien sensation of having words enter his head by a different curse he had met during the exchange event; it was a similar sensation where instead of finding himself awash with understanding he was bathed in a feeling trying to overtake his being.

A shadow entered his vision and instinctively he jumped back, unable to fully dodge the blow as the sound of tearing of fabric reached his ears and he could not ignore how it was more of a stumble than an actual leap. The curse’s tail came back for another swing and Megumi was definitely sure that the curse was laughing at him as it huffed at him. A yelp at his side had him looking away to Kuro who still remained at his side and had been hit by one of the glowing tentacles, his eyes widened as he was met with his shikigami beginning to melt back into his shadows.

Panic gripped him at the sight of one of his oldest companions, but a click and huff had him looking back at the curse. The tentacles were still glowing and he saw that the wounds they had landed on it were already healing as another wave of calm rushed over him masking the fatigue that was starting to creep up on him.

Megumi couldn’t help but smirk as he once again stumbled back.

“Itadori!” He yelled as he released Kuro and the dog melted back into his shadow. “Don’t come over here, this curse feeds off of curse energy and has a way to meddle with emotions.”

He adjusted his stance and turned to look at his friend who had moved to where he had originally been when they entered the clearing.

“No problem!” Itadori shot back as he stood in the centre of the path of what looked like a giant shiny amoeba that was bouncing off of trees and the ground, looking a little worse for wear with his shirt partially torn. “This thing’s tricky! It melts what touches its body but my divergent fist really has an effect on it, careful not to let it touch your blade!”

Another garbled wail filled the air as a divergent first came in contact with it making the shiny mass writhe in agony with some splatter hitting his friend and eating away at his shirt as he interrupted the curse’s assault.

Well that solved the mystery of why no bodies were discovered or why the clearing was not covered in bodies, the curse Itadori was dealing with clearly had a pension for devouring the physical, while the curse he was dealing with drained and probably fed off of curse energy while manipulating emotions. He tried not to think about the victims that would have been lured here through an emotional tether to be fed off of on both fronts until death. Another swing from that deadly tail had him moving to the side panting with another sound of fabric tearing reaching his ears as the weight of fatigue grew heavier, he needed to end his opponent soon before he lost all of his curse energy, he didn’t want to think what the curse would do or become if it got to the well of energy that his friend housed.

Megumi blinked as an idea hit him as he continued to move out of the curse’s range and distract it from his friend. If this curse fed off of curse energy and the only curse energy it had only been feeding off of was non-sorcerers then…

The grip on his sword tightened as emerald eyes steeled themselves with determination, he would win against this curse and he knew the perfect way to defeat it. A wave of calm came over him, stemming from internally and externally, as the tentacles began to glow once again, he pushed himself through that serene lure and moved to the curse’s right, hoping the distance would keep his next attack away from his friend’s own battle. The curse’s head moved to follow him, the tail and tentacles poised to strike as the curse made no indication of moving, perfect.

A second passed as he came to a halt closer to the treeline and raised his blade high in front of him with his other hand raising to seemingly latch onto the pommel of the blade, the curse struck with both the tentacles and the tail flying at him. Megumi smiled as his plan had worked.

He released the blade in his hand, letting it fall to the ground in front of him.

The curse didn’t stop its strike as he raised his hands into a recent hand sign he had mastered drawing on nearly all of the curse energy he had left, forming the shape of an elephant with his hands.

If that curse wants curse energy I’ll give it to it!

“Max elephant.”

An elephant’s deafening trumpet filled the clearing as a massive pink elephant landed between him and the curse effectively pinning its tail and syphoning tentacles. A pain-filled screech filled the clearing before silence as the rush of massive curse energy flew into the curse from the leeching tentacles, leaving the curse stunned at the massive influx. The move had been a bit of a gamble on Megumi’s part for if the curse had only been used to regular people with their miniscule levels of curse energy having something with a large well of curse energy like Basho would be overwhelming for the curse.

He smiled as his plan had paid off, but it didn’t last long as he felt himself leaning to the side. He still had a job to do, taking a panting breath he grabbed his blade that awaited him at his feet and ran around his summon, the pink elephant was already beginning to melt, but he knew he would make it. The curse was still in its stunned state half doubled over as its mouth hung open unable to move under the weight of its little feast, and just as the last bits of Basho melted away Megumi struck the curse, severing its head from its body with a clean strike.

It didn’t let out a sound as its head and tentacles rolled on the ground and the weight of the alien feelings of calm and fatigue finally left his shoulders. He let out a sigh as his blade fell from his hand as the loss of adrenaline had left him in a naturally fatigued state, the curse melting away as it had been successfully exorcised. The battle hadn’t been a particularly long one but it definitely had been one of his more draining bouts, he took another breath trying to rest and regain some energy in order to help Itadori–

A thunk pulled him from his thoughts and he whipped his head around to where he last remembered seeing his friend.

“Itadori!” Megumi shouted as stepped towards where his friend should be, concern for his friend and guilt creeping into his heart, how dare he relax when his friend was still in a fight.

The clearing was calm, no other sounds could be heard besides the nearby stream, it looked like a calm afternoon save for the pieces of curse that were literally melting away having successfully been exorcised. The serene scene didn't do much to calm him as Itadori was lying slumped up against a tree, his chest moving calmly and eyes closed as if in slumber.

There was nothing else in the clearing and his friend was safe, for now. Megumi’s fight, though not a long one, had still been punishing in its own way, the same could probably be said for his friend's own fight. He wouldn't know the level of damage his friend suffered until they got off the mountain and back to Ieiri-san and the first step to do that was getting help getting Itadori off the mountain.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone prepared to call Ijichi-san and get help in transporting his friend, the mission was over and the two could finally return home. He released his blade letting it fall into his shadow using a small burst of his curse energy to complete the task, so caught up with his phone and putting away his blade, it wasn't until the blade was gone that he heard shifting from behind him.

A weight wrapped around his legs and yanked him to the ground, Megumi hadn't realised what was happening until the ground met his face. He let out a pained groan stunned by the attack and shift of position, crying out as he was dragged back towards where he defeated the curse. His fingers instinctively dug into the earth trying to catch a purchase and stop the pulling but the force was too strong and the earth too soft and wet from dew to give him any chance.

He looked over his shoulder trying to see what had grabbed him and his eyes widened at the sight of thick grey shiny scaled tentacles wrapped around his legs. He couldn't believe that the curse had survived his exorbitant ploy and attack, his eyes followed the path of the tentacles and his eyes almost fell out of their sockets at the sight that met him.

The grey tentacles were long and led back to a writhing mass that resembled a large scaled amoeba, the tentacles were numerous and seemed to be coming from one hole that served as a mouth with a small pincher over the top of it. The sight of a third curse had left him so surprised he barely acknowledged that he had been dragged halfway across the clearing by that point. He blinked at the sight of the new curse and realised that it was resting right where the curse had sat coiled, and its destruction had revealed the curse from hiding.

They finally came to halt and Megumi shook off the shock as he realised the new danger he was in and drew on his curse energy to summon one of his shikigami, when a wave of pure pleasure had him gasping in shock and his body heating up in excitement.

What was that? He thought as he panted, his wide eyes returning to the curse as another familiar wave of pleasure crashed over him eliciting a moan to slip past his lips.

He saw that the tentacles wrapped around his legs were glowing a familiar colour and that the legs of his pants were beginning to melt away. Panic rushed through his veins at the sight as he remembered the other curse and how its contact had affected his friend and his theory of why there were no bodies in the clearing. He feared for what the tentacles around his legs could do to his bare skin and tried to kick the tentacles off of him, yet another wave of pleasure hit making him freeze at the rush and heat coursing through his veins.

His vision blurred as he blinked his eyes and his attention fell to his hands that were clasped together in the formation for Gyakun and nothing happened. He stared wide eyed hoping that he had messed up but he found no fault in his shaking hands, he licked his lips trying to draw on the familiar energy he knew resided inside of him but the moment he reached that pit inside of himself another wave of foreign pleasure enveloped him. He lost his connection to his energy and any way to summon aid.

His attention moved back to the curse noting how it truly seemed to resemble both curses and used a similar method of attacks that both curses had used. It was bizarre how this new curse seemed to be a combination of the two curses they had defeated, a scenario he had no idea could happen.

The discovery made him wonder just how the curse had been created, but the brush of grass against his thigh and the feeling of the tentacles reaching higher on his legs and bare skin had that train of thought derailing. While he had been thinking about the curse's origins the curse's tentacles had risen higher on his legs reaching his upper thighs and beginning to reach  areas that should not be touched. He tried to kick his legs again trying to stop its progression and away from between his legs.

Another wave of pleasure hit him and a moan left his lips as he shuddered at the intense pleasure that left his body trembling and left him to slump into a tired heap on the floor. It seemed the curse fed off of curse energy, like its predecessor, and regular energy as well.

His eyes scanned the clearing as he realised he wouldn't be getting out of his tangled situation as the grip the curse had on him was too tight and he knew he needed help. He let out a relieved sigh when his eyes landed on the phone he had dropped earlier, thankfully it wasn't too far away from him. He’d just need to reach out and with a bit of stretching he was sure he could get help for both himself and Itadori. The curse that had him seemed very focused on exploring him and didn't seem to have the same level of awareness that his opponent had wielded and he was sure Ijichi would be able to lend him aid.

Slowly he shifted, feeling as more of his bare skin became exposed to the elements, doing his best to adjust his body and make it easier for him to reach out and not disturb the curse wrapped around his legs. He stretched out his arm smiling as he saw his hand almost reach the small plastic device near the tip of his fingers.

Just a little more.

He just needed a few more inches and then he’d be able to get a grip and end this humiliating debacle he had fallen into. Yet the phone remained out of reach, he frowned as he found himself coming up short and tried to reach for his phone again. He was about to let out a sound of desperation when a pair of red running shoes came up to where the phone lay, startling him and stopping his attempts. A hand reached down and silently picked up the phone.

Relief flooded Megumi as he recognised those red shoes, happy that his friend Itadori had recovered from his fight and was not as injured as he had first imagined.

He smiled about to ask his friend for help when his eyes met a pair of red eyes and black tattooed marks that mared his friend's comforting soft face and his heart sank at that familiar deadly smirk.

There was no way…

“My my, what a sight you make displayed like this in front of me, Fushiguro Megumi!”

…?

The fight shouldn't have been that hard on his friend and there was no way Itadori would willingly give over control. Could the curse have taken advantage of his friend’s unconscious state to make a move? Megumi didn't have the time to care as he brought his hands together to summon Nue, the bird’s name on the tip of his tongue before another wave rocked his body, leaving him gasping as he broke eye contact with the King of Curses, to ride out the new wave of warm pleasured exhaustion he was unfortunately starting to get used to. And discovering that the wriggling tentacles had risen higher on his body.

Red eyes left his face and roamed across his body to thankfully stop at the curse binding his legs, he felt a blush creep across his face and was thankful the curse either didn’t see it or ignored it.

“What a remarkable phenomenon you’ve managed to get tangled up in, huh little Sorcerer?” Ryoumen Sukuna held his chin with his free hand, in a gesture that had old memories creeping back up. “Two curses managing to combine aspects of themselves and create a whole new curse, not something you see every day!”

Megumi dug his fingers into the ground as he gritted his teeth trying to figure out a way out of his situation, caught between two curses was not how he planned his day to go.

“Quite intriguing if I do say so myself and it's turned you into a very debauched display on top of everything.” Sukuna smiled as he gracefully settled onto the ground in front of him, calmly crossing his legs.

Shame was not enough to keep his attention from being drawn to the movement, so he caught as the shirtless curse settled in front of him and dropped  cellphone in the centre of his crossed legs. He couldn’t stop the frown that pulled at his lips at the sight of his only means of contact resting right between the one place he could not reach, he might as well have destroyed the thing for all of the near non-existent hope he had of retrieving it from the curse’s clutches.

A stroke of a tentacle by his anus and balls had him quickly turning his attention away from the curse in front of him and to the curse that was behind him and instinctively began trying to shake the wandering appendage away. Another wave of pleasure had him hissing and halting his movements, making him flop down to the ground like a fish as the feeling of grass hit his bare chest. Clearly the tentacles’ acidic touch had reached past his pants and had reached his shirt leaving him bare to the warm and slippery touch of the curse’s tentacles, inspecting his lower half he was relieved to see that his legs were still there and that whatever substance that coated the appendages had an effect on clothing and not bare skin.

“It’s interesting that this curse’s acidity doesn’t seem to be affecting bare skin like its predecessor–that the brat had dealt with–had. Lucky you little sorcerer.” Megumi rolled his eyes as Ryoumen Sukuna recanted what he had thought, of course the curse would be more interested in watching his humiliating predicament than doing anything else. “It does seem to have an emotional affect like the one you dealt with though in a different manner, tell me is it forcing you to feel aroused or is it just magnifying feelings you already are feeling?”

The glare Megumi sent the curse was as deadly as one of his blades and made Ryoumen Sukuna laugh. Enraged he brought his hands together with the name of Totality on the tip of his tongue when a strong wave of pleasure surges up from inside of him and he was left lightheaded as his vision swam from exhaustion and nearly had him passing out from the lack of energy. Oh right, he thought, curse energy was a bad idea at that moment as the curse would leech it right out of him if he tried to draw on any of it for an attack.

He shifted back, unable to stop himself as he ended up lying on the ground on his knees, and gasped when his shifting revealed his half hard cock and made it brush against the cool grass beneath him. As if his day couldn’t get any worse his body was physically reacting to the mental barrage the curse was inflicting upon him.

“My, my you truly do make a delicious picture on your knees and trussed up like this little sorcerer.” He looked up, his green eyes poised in their deadliest glare as he met the smirking curse who hadn’t moved from his earlier position looking as relaxed as a cat with his head still resting on his hand. “Would you like some help?”

Sukuna’s smirk was so gleefully mocking, it made Megumi’s stomach roll and his instincts screaming at him to run away at the sight of it. He knows he needs to refuse, he knows that making any kind of bargain with the King of Curses was literally signing his own death warrant as he was no fool. His pride also made him unwilling to accept the curse’s help, he may be in the most humiliating position of his life, but he’d be damned if the curse took his last remaining tattered remnants.

“Scre—Ahh!!” His reply ended in a shocked moan as he felt an appendage entering him while another wave of forced pleasure was sent through his system.

He hadn’t even done anything and the curse had reacted so fast he had no time to react or brace himself. He turned horrified to find that one of the tentacles had gotten too curious and was now wriggling at the rim of his entrance and only the shifting of his hips had him being saved from full blown penetration.

“You know,” Sukuna drawled and distracting him from his little plight, “This is all very interesting to watch but I think that if you aren’t up for listening and entertaining me it’s alright and I’m sure the nearby village could entertain me, I think I can get through at least half of it before the brat wakes up.”

That sly bastard!

Those red eyes met his own green eyes  again mirth dancing in the red as it was clear Megumi was out of options by that point. If he didn’t agree to the curse’s help he’d run off and cause who knew what kind of havoc, leaving him to be molested and fed off by the curse who he was trapped with. It was not an appealing option and he tried to find an answer that didn’t lead to him being at the King of Curse’s mercy but given the smug look on the curse’s face he had realised that he had won and Megumi was rightfully cornered.

“What do you want?” He hung his head as Ryoumen Sukuna cackled above him.

He knew the curse would want something from him as he never did anything for free, even the help he was so selflessly offering him.

Shifting had him looking up and he saw as the curse got more relaxed in front of him, lazing about like a large cat and looking like the epitome of royalty.

“I am so happy you asked Fushiguro Megumi!” His smirk widened gleefully. “Just do everything that I tell you and I swear I will help you from your little predicament, you can trust me. Now do we have a deal?”

Megumi wanted to spite in the face of the curse in front of him but another wave of pleasure and the heavier weight of fatigue stopped him and brought him back to the reality of his situation.

“We…” He licked his lips trying to find his words. “We have a deal.”

Sukuna’s laugh and the flapping of disturbed birds filled the clearing as the bargain had been struck.

“Excellent,” Sukuna smiled. “Now raise your hips and don’t look away from me.”

—--

A moan slipped past his lips and he only remembered at the last second to fully let through, as he was viciously dragged away from his memories. The new position left him more exposed and open to the glistening tentacles meandering around his lower half, making thoughts a lot harder to grasp from the time they had started.

The sensations left his mind reeling as he struggled with parsing what feelings were his own and what was from the curse itself. It was an alien experience as wave after wave of sensation would terrifyingly push his own feelings to the forefront of his mind. He did his best not to think about what it meant for his body to have any kind of reaction while under the ministrations of any curse, yet each wave of pleasure left his mind foggy in the worst way for this situation.

An embarrassingly high pitched keen tried to slip past his lips as a sensitive part of his body was stroked and he flushed as he cut it off, startled that he had the capacity to make such a sound.

“I thought I said I wanted to hear you,” Megumi’s eyes widened as he turned to face the curse only a few feet away from him, red eyes were narrowed and the smirk he had been wearing had been replaced by a thin line. “If you’re so incapable of listening, I’m sure the village nearby would have those capable of meeting such a herculean task, no? How long do you think I’d have until the brat decides to wake up?”

That thin line lifted into a wide smirk as the curse turned his head in the direction of the town, mayhem and destruction shone brightly in his eyes and fear sunk like a stone into the pit of his stomach. He could not let that happen, he could not let more of Sukuna’s actions wind themselves further around his best friend’s neck.

“Don-Aahhhhh!” Megumi’s plea ended in a sharp keen as one of the tentacles found its way inside of him causing a barrage of emotions to assault him as his fear and disgust was smothered by the warm fog of pleasure that kept coming from the curse.

He was left panting and staring at the ground as he trembled on his knees trying to catch his breath and his thoughts.

“Now that’s more like it!” Sukuna laughed and clapping reached his ears making him look up at the grinning curse whose attention had returned to him. “A voice like that could definitely keep me entertained more than the cries of any boring village, make sure to keep it up.” That smarmy smirk made its reappearance as Megumi was hit once again with the reality of his situation.

A growl bubbled up from his gut fueled by the remnants of his dignity, how dare the curse make him some kind of plaything. If the curse wanted noises then he would give him some and he planned to let out that growl just as he prepared one of his sharpest glares, but like clockwork another wave of mind tingling pleasure washed over him having that growl be turned into a choked groan.

The waves though becoming expected hadn’t lost any of their edge, if anything the feelings were stronger than they had been at the start and he couldn’t help but notice that the number of the glowing tentacles touching his bare skin had grown as his legs were wrapped in numerous tentacles as a brave one was continuing the writhe inside the rim of his asshole. The points of contact were numerous and if contact was the catalyst for the connection it stood to reason that the strength of the emotional waves would increase.

Things had stopped being surprising long ago, it gave him more information on how the curse worked but no other information on how he was to escape the writhing appendage’s clutches.

“Lean back.” Was the new command that broke through the fog of pleasure. “Give me a better view.”

Megumi sucked his teeth at the new command, he really didn't want to make such a mortifying display, but he didn't have a choice anymore. He just hoped his movements didn't trigger anything else from the curse that bound him.

Taking in a deep breath he moved his body, pushing his hands and upper body off the ground. The tentacles around his legs reacted immediately to his movements tightening around his legs and caused a gasp of pain to slip past his open mouth, ignoring the smirk from his observer as he shifted his weight. The curse that bound him thankfully didn't do much else as he stayed in place, the curse seemed more preoccupied with keeping him in place and feeding off of his curse energy, not what position he was in while doing it.

His body trembled as he moved, the drain of energy had hit him hard but he managed to get to his knees taking a few panting breaths as he steadied himself. His hands rested in the grass by his bare sides as it was the only way to help his balance and he had no idea what to do with them, his main weapon useless in his current situation, his eyes travelling down his body seeing just how exposed his body was with the new position trembling like a leaf.

“I thought I said not to look away from me?” Sukuna’s voice had Megumi shooting his head back up, a dark look had settled onto the curse’s face and he couldn't stop the flush that grew along his skin as he felt the curse’s gaze.

He would have stayed frozen like prey underneath the gaze of a hunter, if it wasn't for his new position giving the curse better angles to explore his body. A groan broke the spell between them and he was left a trembling mess as another wave of pleasure rocked his body and the tentacle already inside him was beginning to be joined by another one that felt wet?

“My, my, what a strong reaction you are showing,” Sukuna pondered as his eyes left him for the curse behind him. “That curse must really have a strong connection to you to make you feel like this, I'm willing to bet it's coming from those tentacles that are holding you so tightly. It's clearly a trait it got from the curse you killed and it's malleable form from the one the brat killed, the best of both worlds, tell me is it just feeding off of just your curse energy or your arousal as well?”

Megumi couldn't help but wince at the question, he didn't know how much more humiliation he could take.

“Ahh that's right,” Sukuna continued not even looking at him and like his reaction was answer enough. “It definitely is searching for curse energy, anything else would just be a bonus, this curse is completely focused on sucking you dry and it's doing everything it can to get close to that sweet sweet curse energy of yours, like a moth to a flame, and we both know curse energy is stored heavily in the belly.” His smirk was licentious as his red eyes returned to his own before returning to his lower exposed half.

Tears burned his eyes at the mortification of realising he had been delegated to experiment status in the curse’s eyes and he could only take some solace in the fact it was just the two of them and no one else would see him in his current state. Another wave had him whimpering and struggling to stay upwards.

“You're lucky the curse didn't grab you by your head,” Sukuna starts again, his eyes firmly stuck between his legs. “It probably would be shoving all its tentacles down your pretty throat, not caring about suffocating you in its quest for food, you truly are a lucky one aren't you Fushiguro Megumi ?”

The way Sukuna purred Megumi’s name had him trembling for whole new reasons he did not want to think about at that moment or any other.

“Spread your legs wider.”

He followed the new order, gingerly shifting his knees as he hoped it wouldn't be enough to jostle the curse that seemed far more interested in exploring inside of him. He was able to shift his legs pretty wide before the tentacles seemed to realise he was moving as the binds around his legs tightened threateningly making him freeze at the action. Sukuna didn’t make a sound as he halted, making him internally sigh with relief as the distance was enough for what the curse wanted, a soft breeze passed through the clearing and Megumi shivered as the wind caressed parts of him that the fresh air had never touched before. The obscenity of it all hit him at that moment as his heart stopped as he knew the curse in front of him would have a full view to everything he had and the feeling of that pointed gaze was heavy as it settled right between his legs.

He’d always blame the lingering chill for why he had shivered in that moment and why his skin blossomed into a bright burning blush. He hoped that the curse would get his fill soon of gawking at him and put an end to all of this as surely there was nothing else the curse could have done to him to humiliate him as he knelt bare before him in the forest being violated.

Right ?

The curse couldn’t be curious about anything else, he had already pieced together just what the curse was doing to him and he saw everything that he had to offer. Clearly his curiosity should be sated in that regard.

“Move your hips down…” Was the request that shattered any lingering hopes he had.

Megumi choked on his breath as his eyes widened at the King of Curses, who didn’t even have the decency to look him in the eye as he gave him his newest command.

Tears fell from his eyes as he slowly moved his hips down. The slide was a little rough but the moisture he had felt earlier had helped with easing the movement, the tentacles had gone stiff with the move, probably unsure of what he was doing, but they relaxed around him when he made no other moves to pull away. He gasped as more of the curse entered him and the alien feeling of fullness grew inside of him, a new wave of pleasure sprang up and a moan slipped past his trembling lips as he became overwhelmed by the assault of feelings coming from his core and outside of him as one of those writhing tentacles reached something deep inside of him, making him throw his head back at the shuddering sensations.

“What a sensitive little thing you are.” Sukuna chuckled and Megumi couldn’t help but cling to the words as he brought his head forward and searched for the source of the voice with his eyes. “Quite the display for a sorcerer or are all modern sorcerers as easy to unravel like you, Fushiguro Megumi?”

He didn’t have the words to respond as another wet and slippery tentacle began prodding at his entrance and it started wiggling inside of him, persistent to join the others. He moaned at the sensation as he had never felt so full in his life and new sparks of pleasure that had nothing to do with the alien waves of pleasure as lightning flowed through his veins and were sent right to his brain. It was such a mesmerising feeling as pleasure and pain were melding in a way he’d never experienced and his mind was beginning to slip at the sensation of… everything !

“Now that’s a nice look for your pretty face!” Sukuna’s voice sounded like it was far away as his head felt heavy and it took everything he had to keep his head up and not fall to the side. “You must be feeling pretty good right now with how you're trembling like a leaf and how your hips are rutting back against the tentacles inside of your ass.”  

It took a second for his mind to catch up with what Sukuna had been telling him, but with a look down he found that his hips were moving against the tentacles that were inside of him. Effectively fucking himself against the slick lengths of the curse’s appendages as they writhed and moved inside of him.

The scene would have horrified him moments ago if he saw it, but the warm and mind numbing pleasure had become too much. He couldn’t even make out what Sukuna’s last jab had been as he had moved his hips down at a different angle just as a tentacle decided to move up and send a wave of pleasure with the movement and Megumi made sure to catch that delicious slide that had pleasure shooting into his brain. The sensations had been synced up to hit at the same moment and he cried out as a wave of bliss washed over him as he had found such a pleasurable rhythm.

The sensation left him panting and shuddering as he continued to rut and lower his hips riding that wave of pleasure and making sure to catch the next one.

He was close.

He could feel a burning hot coil tightening in his gut. If he could just reach that…that edge he’d tip over into that sweet release, he just knew it was waiting for him. He just needed a little more.

He could see it as he knew he was so close.

Close.

Close …

Megumi was right there, he could feel himself right on the precipice he just needed one more wave one more decent and he’d finally reach that peak he had been striving for, he had lost track of what burst of pleasure was from the curse or his own movements, everything was just so good and with a whimper he raised his hips intent on slamming his hips down for one final drop. Nirvana was right at his reach and he moved his hips down ready to let gravity do its job, as he felt those thick tentacles inside of him still and ready to meet the incoming ecstasy.

The slide was familiar and by that point delicious as his anticipation rose as he moved to slide those tentacles home, when a sound of a snap reached his ears and he lost his purchase, sliding on nothing and for his rump to land in soft moist grass.

Emerald eyes blinked owlishly as the feeling of fullness left him and he was left clenching around nothing as the sensation of the tentacles faded away inside of and around him, leaving him feeling a cold emptiness. The curse that had helped keep him upright was gone and Megumi found that without its aid, his trembling legs were not able to support him and he lurched forward as the loss of his release and sensations had left his mind stalling. The grassy ground rushed up to meet him and he shut his eyes bracing for the impending unforgiving impact of the cool ground.

The impact never came.

Instead warmth surrounded his front and stopped his fall. Shocked, his eyes shot open and he was met with the sight of tanned and black marked skin. Confused he raised his head and was met with ruby red eyes and a smirk that could cut through steel, oh right .

He had been reminded that Sukuna had been there all along. Watching as he had been about to cum, by getting off on a curse .

His eyes widened at the realisation and as he felt a chuckle rise from the warm chest his cheek had been resting on. Megumi only had a moment to suck in a breath as a wave of shame threatened to rise up from his throat, before a clawed hand settled into the back of his hair yanking him painfully away. A pained gasp slipped past his slack lips as he winced his eyes closed raising his hands to grasp at the fist in his hair, earning him another chuckle from the third curse he had been forced to contend with. He opened his left eye and was met with Sukuna’s gleeful red eyes before his face was slammed into the grass beside him, forcing him to kneel on his knees once again with his face buried into the earth.

“My, my what a seductive little performance you just gave me.” Sukuna’s voice was breathed into his ear and the hand still in his hair kept him from flinching away as he coughed and spit trying to get the taste of dirt and grass out of his mouth as his arms landed beside his head.

He managed to slightly turn his head to the side and sucked in air as he tried to wrap his head around what had just happened, but a solid warm weight brushing against the cheeks of his ass had him freezing.

What is that ?

Panic gripped his heart and he let out a whine as he tried to pull away, but the grip in his hair and his drained body didn’t let him get far, he could barely lift his arms. Megumi was barely able to wiggle forward with the force of the grip and weight of exhaustion keeping him pinned in place and unable to escape that warm thickness that was far too close to his already abused entrance.

“Ah, ah, where do you think you’re going? Think you’re too good to take care of what you caused with that shameless little display?” The curse thrusted his hips forward, the force moving him forward as he was held in a compromising position as the curse rutted against his naked body.

“Stop…” Megumi begged, he didn’t like where this was going. “You said you would help.”

“Oh but I did, little sorcerer.” That warm breath was once again right by his ear as he felt a solid weight settle on his back. “You're no longer in the grasp of that pathetic excuse of a curse and you're still breathing aren’t you, slut?”

He flinched at the word, eyes wide as he turned his head to look at Sukuna in shock.

“Surprised I’d call you out darling.” Sukuna threw his head back and laughed as Megumi continued to stare at him. “Oh come on you can’t be surprised to be called that. Not after that ravishing display you put on, you looked better riding that curse’s tentacles than you ever did fighting one. You definitely seemed to like being embraced by curses, ever thought of a career change Fushiguro Megumi?” 

His face heated up as Sukuna continued to laugh at him turning to face forward and trying to block out the cutting jabs he was too weak to fend off. Afterall how could he deny it when the curse himself had watched him about to cum riding a curse’s–he cut that thought off as he felt the curse behind him moving his hips lower.

“Let’s see how you take a real curse,” Sukuna chuckled as he jabbed his dick far too close to the rim of his entrance. “Besides it’s only fair that you take care of the reaction you caused in my vessel’s body, before we wake up the brat no? Or do you want to explain to him in detail just what you did to cause this little reaction in his body.”

Megumi didn’t fight the tear that fell from his eye nor the sob that slipped past his lips. He couldn’t stop the curse, he was so drained by that point that it took everything he had to remain conscious. Even if he did fight back it would be a fool’s errand as what could he do, he was a mouse in the claws of a tiger, his control of the situation had long been lost and it was only because of the King of Curses whims that he was even still alive.

He just went limp, his submission clear as he mentally prepared himself for what was to come and trying to wrap his head around just what kind of a spectacle his day had become.

“Good, good, let’s see what this ass of yours can take!” Was his only warning before Sukuna grabbed his right ass cheek and slammed right inside of him. 

Megumi cried out in pain, the shock rejuvenated his body and his hands instinctively tried to pull him away from the painful invader. The fist in his hair became a painful reminder at that moment as the grip tightened and his efforts were made for not as he was just dragged back into his original place of a few measly inches.

He was not getting away, if those grips on his body had anything to say about it and the deep groan that filled his right ear.

“Ahh, you’re so tight and warm…” He shivered when a long tongue licked the shell of his ear, the fist keeping him still as a nip startled him in surprise. “Yes, just like that keep the pressure around me tight like the good boy you are and take it my little slut.”

Megumi’s sob ended in a moan as Sukuna began to pull out and brush against something inside of him.

He hissed at the motion as whatever fluid the tentacles had been covered in was still present inside of him, having not faded away with the curse when it was destroyed, and he was under no delusion that the slide wasn’t helped by a bit of blood. His own to be exact, he may have just spent a good amount of time riding and getting stretched out by long thick tentacles, three of them no less, but Sukuna put their combined girth completely to shame. The curse felt huge as he ploughed into him without remorse and as the initial shock of pain wore off he swore that the curse was going to split him apart with how much of a burning agony he felt in his ass.

It was so painful and so direct, nothing like the other curse that had lazily writhed and moved lackadaisical inside of him without a care, while Sukuna moved like a battering ram on a mission to rearrange his organs. He almost missed the pleasurable waves that made it hard to distinguish between pleasure and pain, that would warmingly distract him from the cold hard ground that was his only solace as Sukuna made it clear he would take whatever it was he wanted from him without a care.

He had been given no warning when the curse slammed back inside of him, the slap of skin overtaking a groan of pain as Megumi suffered the rough treatment of the King of Curses. This was not how he had imagined his first time going, he had not expected that he would be so powerless in this moment let alone lose it all because of a sadistic curse. The painful slow slide broke him from his thoughts as he once again was left to writhe and claw at the ground, the curse behind him was realigning himself to thrust back inside of him, he heard an obscene wet sound that had his ears burning, but wasn’t even the worst thing about that moment.

Megumi was still hard. He wasn’t sure if it had been a remnant from when he had been about to cum while riding the other curse but as the curse thrust forward particularly hard it sent his hips forward and his hard dick was forced to brush against the cool grass. Mortified he could only lower his face in shame, he couldn’t believe his body was still having that kind of a reaction while receiving such rough treatment, with the other curse he could have written it off as the curse’s technique manipulating his body but at that moment it was just him and Sukuna.

“What’s with you being all quiet for darling?” Sukuna’s hot breath hit his ear as he bit his lip. “You were singing all nice and loud for that other curse, am I being too rough with you Fushiguro Megumi? Or maybe I’m just not hitting deep enough!” A cackle followed his words as Sukuna shifted and he slammed deep inside of him, ramming his insides so hard and hitting a spot so deep inside of him he saw white and a scream filled the air.

It took him a moment to realise it was himself that was screaming as he came down from the rush of familiar lightning jolts of pleasure to his brain and was able to think again. He sucked in a breath like a drowning man as his vision returned and he was met with the uncaring line of the clearing forest and the babbling of the nearby brooke, as his mind caught up with what had happened to him and just what the curse had hit.

“There’s that singing voice.” Sukuna gave his cheek a parting kiss before he felt the curse shift and pull away from him, releasing the grip on his hair.

He sighed as the tension from his scalp was finally relieved, before he tensed as he felt that hand settle on his hip and lift it higher as he felt the curse shift his weight behind him. Megumi didn’t even have time to look over his shoulder before he was manhandled into a new angle and Sukuna slammed his dick right back inside of him and hit that spot that had him seeing stars.

A scream was torn from his lips as he was once again slammed with pleasure as the new angle gave the curse a better angle to hit that sweet sensitive spot inside of him. He could feel the excitement from the curse behind him as he tightened his grip on him and started to relentlessly slam inside, not giving him a chance to recover. The only thing he could do was lie there and take it as the curse didn’t seem to care for the pain he was causing or the sounds of pain that made it past his lips.

Or maybe that just drove Sukuna  even more as he swore those thrusts were trying to draw out even louder screams. Megumi swore his knees were scrapped raw with how fast the curse kept on pulling and pushing him back against the ground and the slide when he moved was still a burning trail and yet whenever he hit that spot his body became awash with pleasurable bliss.

It wasn’t just screams of pain that were making it past his lips and he swore he was just as close by that point as he had been when Sukuna had destroyed the other curse. He was panting as he could feel that tightness in his lower region, he just needed another push and he knew he would reach that completion that he had been robbed from him and he’d be a liar if he said he wasn’t anticipating it.

He had tried to move his hips to get more of that painful sweet friction that would take him over the edge, but the bruising grip on his hip and ass cheek kept him in place and forced to take what he was given. A begging whimper had almost made its way past his lips but was replaced by a keen as Sukuna once again rammed home inside of him and he was sent over that edge.

Yes !

His stomach was painted with warmth as he reached his completion as his back bowed and his eyes rolled back into his head. A blissful orgasm rocked his body as he reached a level of warmth and completion he had never been able to reach by himself.

It was glorious and only lasted for a second before that dick continued to ram forward.

Confused, Megumi was shocked as Sukuna returned with his bruising pace that was only heightened in his sensitive state of orgasm. It was far too much and it only took a few more thrusts before he felt that coil tightening once again, it was far too soon, he couldn't take it.

“W-wait–Ahh!” He tried to beg to get the curse to slow down but Sukuna didn’t halt if anything he sped up.

A scream filled the clearing once again as another orgasim was ripped from his body as he felt that hot rush again of pain and pleasure. He was a panting mess as he found himself gripping the earth beneath him in a white knuckled grip as his stomach and the ground was painted with his spent as he came down from his second orgasm and was once again fucked through it.

“N-no…please, I-I can’t…cum a-anymore…” Megumi shakily sobbed to the curse as dark spots began to swarm around the edges of his vision.

“Come on, I know you got–one more for me,” Sukuna’s voice was distant and guttural as he let out another keen. “Just give me that last one, you look so beautiful and feel so good when you cum around me, I want to see and feel it again!”

Sukuna’s thrusts had gotten more vicious and less controlled as he continued to thrust forward, but they lost none of their power as he was viciously fucked into the dirt once again. Megumi didn’t last long and let out a howl as he came for a third time and tightened around the curse that was so deep inside of him they might as well have been combined by that point.

A growl of words he didn’t understand was heard from behind him and the grip on his hip had become almost bone shattering when Sukuna finally came. Hot liquid warmth painted his insides and Megumi could only moan to the forest as his insides were branded by Sukuna’s seed as the curse finally stopped, buried to the hilt inside of him.

He just breathed as his mind came to the realisation that the King of Curses had finally stopped his inhuman pace. He was exhausted as the only thing keeping him up had been Sukuna’s grip so when the curse finally released his grip on his hips and ass, he didn’t know he had been released until he was slumping to the side having lost that support. His vision swam as he laid on his side his lower half a mess of white, a combination of his own spend and Sukuna’s no doubt.

He didn’t even have the energy to be disgusted with himself as he shakily came down from his third orgasm that left him a trembling mess as he tried to remember how to think again. He hadn’t even noticed when the snickering and jabs that had been so prevalent behind him had switched over to calls of concern and confusion until a hand was shaking his shoulder.

Blearily he turned his head and was met with not crimson like he expected, but concerned golden honey as his best friend Itadori worriedly stared down at him.

“F-Fushiguro, what–what happened to you? Where are your clothes?” Wasn’t that a question.

Not having the strength to deal with his friend’s puppy dog concern and relieved that he had gotten control back, he turned his head and found that his phone was lying innocently beside his face. He glared at the cause of his predicament and with a rush of anger he grabbed the device off the grass.

“Here…U-use this to call Ijichi.” Megumi deadpanned as he used the last bits of strength he had left to toss the phone to the other teen. “The curses are gone now, we’re safe, and give me your sweater.”

He then closed his eyes and began to pass out, the feeling of warmth covering him told him that Itadori had listened to him and that he would follow his instruction of getting help from the older man in getting him out of the forest. It would take a bit of time for the older man to arrive, giving his body enough time to calm down and hopefully give him enough time to come up with an explanation when he woke up on what had happened to him.

There was no way he was going to include what truly happened to him after he defeated the first curse and what had been done to his body. There were just some things that were best kept to oneself, such as how Megumi lost his virginity and the existence of the third curse.

No one needed to know how the King of Curses had played him like a fiddle and how much his body and his mind had enjoyed it, if even for only a second. As he fully slipped off into the soft recessives of his unconsciousness he could swear he could hear the curse’s snicker and the weight of a kiss on his cheek.

But sweet darkness fully embraced Megumi and in the comfort of the familiar darkness he no longer had to think about any of the events of that day, neither the pain nor the pleasure.

He was finally allowed to just rest and forget.

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