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You’re his favorite.
You were Lord Ryomen Sukuna’s favorite.
He didn’t admit it– not out loud– but you were his favorite concubine and had been since you first arrived at his temple a few months ago.
He had around a dozen (give or take) women serving him, their only purpose to please him whenever he deemed necessary. He wasn’t home much as he spent most of his time traveling throughout Japan (demolishing towns and fighting the strongest sorcerers he could find), but when he was home, he put those women to work.
Reader had been sold off to him just two months prior, a more powerful empire sending their most valued women in an attempt to make peace with the King of Curses and keep the rest of their people safe. Reader was among those women– the prettiest among them, Sukuna noted when he was first introduced.
His favoritism began after the first evening they spent together. Her behavior and appearance stood out to him more than those of the other women who served him. From then on, he began visiting reader more often, gradually stretching her limits to see how much of him she could handle. He was pleased to learn it was more than most. He grew quite fond of her and her skills over the weeks.
Though his favoritism soon started to become clear to the other concubines, the halls of his temple starting to fill with whispers of the woman who managed to pique his interest enough for it to become obvious to others.
Ryomen’s affectionate (whether it be physical or emotional) only grew when he was away for a few days or weeks on some self-assigned mission he later regretted. He waltzed into the temple, still coated in crimson, and raised one of his four hands, getting the nearest servant’s attention.
“Servant, go run me a bath,” he pauses for a brief moment, crossing his two top arms and leaving the bottom two hanging by his sides, “– and fetch reader for me as well. She will join me.”
The servant nods in understanding and scurries away, informing a few other servants of the task at hand. In just ten minutes time the restroom was crowded with steam, the bath filled to the top with warm water, and reader standing beside the tub in preparation for him, as he ordered.
He doesn’t grin, but his expression softens (just barely enough to notice) as he approaches the woman, a hand dripping scarlet reaching out to touch her cheek. “Reader,” he hums gruffly, pushing some hair out of her face, his gaze lowering slowly.
“Undres,” he commands as he pulls his hand back, crossing his first two arms while staring down at her.
Reader nods in understanding, her hands reaching up to begin peeling off her robes, slowly like he preferred (even if he didn’t specifically request it). It was one of the things that made her his favorite– the way she was able to understand him by just his actions instead of the limited words he used.
She noticed how hungry his eyes were and how they traced every line and curve on her body– she’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy the attention he gave her.. and the other stuff he gave her.
“There you go,” Sukuna subtly praises as he begins to slip off his own blood-soaked clothes, layers of fabric piling up on top of each other on the floor. “Now, pin your hair up and get in, the water is beginning to cool down,” he commands as he approaches the tub, brushing past reader.
Reader, again, nods in understanding, reaching over to gently grab a hairpin from the table beside the tub. Ryomen settles into the large bath, water overflowing because of his cumbersome size. He watches reader as she pins up her hair. Thee water around him was beginning to turn from clear to a subtle red, the blood washing off him and staining the water.
When reader joined him in the bath, she stumbled slightly, the damp wood of the tub proving to be slippier than she expected. Though without even flinching, Ryomen reached out and grabbed her, two of his large hands splayed over her ribs. He then brought her close, setting her between his legs while keeping his hands on her ribs.
“Don’t be so clumsy, brat– I don’t want you breaking your skull open,” he warns in a low growl as he leans his head a bit closer to hers.
“Yes, my lord, I understand,” reader responds in a meek voice, nodding in understanding.
Despite her tone, she wasn’t scared of him (even though he was more than intimidating); she was rather aroused, the blush on her cheek exposing her feelings.
Sukuna’s hands were still on her ribs, but his fingertips had reached out, brushing against the underside of her breasts. When he noticed her reaction, his eyes darkened, and he moved so his palms would be flat against her chest, his fingers closing in to squeeze the supple, pliant flesh.
Reader whines quietly in reaction to his gentle yet lustful touch, his squeezing growing in pressure, though never reaching a point of pain. He had taken the time to measure the limits of her body, making sure never to go past those limits and accidentally break his little toy. No matter how violent the man was, he didn’t much enjoy the pain of women during intimacy.
“So loud and we haven’t even begun. The servants will hear you, brat,” Ryomen scolds quietly, though there was no heat in his tone– he was just teasing her in an effort to rile her up further.
The servants heard no matter what, anyway, as he was rather loud himself.
The entirety of the twenty-minute bath is spent with Ryomen feeling reader up– there isn’t much of a better way to describe it.
His hands moved from her breasts down to her waist, then to her thighs, and ended up at her ass in the end, then the entire thing repeated. He kissed her for a little though quickly moved on to marking up her neck, preferring that instead.
When the water had cooled down, he stepped out of the tub, the sheer red water sliding down his chest and dripping off him. He then scooped reader up into his arms (the top two), carrying her bridal style out of the restroom. He used his bottom two arms to cover up reader’s body (at least the important parts) when she squealed quietly in embarrassment. He did care about her comfort to some extent after all.
Though he didn’t have much concern for how visible his body was (he was fully nude) as he walked through the main hall of the temple to his personal chambers. The servants didn’t gawk, at least not openly, but many had flushed cheeks by the time Sukuna had passed them– not that he paid them any attention. All his attention was on the woman in his arms.
“Spread,” he commanded bluntly after tossing reader onto his bed– the bed he very, very rarely brought anyone, let alone concubines, to. That was his sacred resting place after all.
Reader barely had time to do what he said before Ryomen was on top of her, two large hands beside her head while two other ones traveled down her body, cracking her legs open to stare down at that sweet spot between them that he craved so deeply, not that he would ever admit that (with words at least).
“Tch, that stupid bath dried you out,” he grumbles as he takes one of his hands off reader’s thigh and places it over her heat, a mouth quickly forming on his hand.
A quiet whimper of surprise leaves reader’s lips as she feels a tongue travel between her folds before then diving inside her, plunging deep and pistoning in and out as it were trying to reach her deepest depths. He tilts his hand slightly upward so the ball of his palm can rub against her clit, increasing the pleasure.
Then he uses the other hand on her waist to cover the lower half of her face, another mouth sprouting from his palm. He uses that had to kiss her– or tongue her, would be a better way to describe it. This was one of his favorite warm-ups– overstimulating his concubines (or really only reader) till they were soaked enough that he could enter smoothly.
The mouths on his hands continue their ministrations till he feels reader’s pussy clench slightly, an indicator that she was close to finishing. Then Ryomen suddenly pulls both hands back, earning a disappointed (and needy) whine from her.
“W-What happe–” though before she could fully question his sudden move, he slides right between her legs, his strong thighs underneath hers, and his hands joining soon after, giving her enough cushion to get comfortable.
“Take deep breaths, reader,” he orders in a low tone, something that sounds almost like affection if it wasn’t so commanding.
Reader listens, taking a deep breath as she feels the tip of one of his cocks line up with her entrance. The heat of it alone made her whimper, her teeth coming down to bite on her lip in an attempt to silence herself.
He uses one of his hands to guide his first cock inside her, rocking back and forth till he is nestled deep between her throbbing walls. He then reaches lower, gently taking his second cock and lining it up with that pucker just an inch lower. He does the same with the second, easing himself inside till he was bottomed out. A satisfied groan leaves his lips as he basks in her warmth for a few seconds– no other could pleasure even come close to how this felt.
Reader was whining this entire time– the feeling of being so stuffed was overwhelming her till the point she was borderline incoherent, and he hadn’t even begun moving properly.
“Deep breaths,” Ryomen repeats before pulling out (with both of his members) and then moving back inside, the pace slow at first. One of the hands beside reader’s head moves to her jaw, tilting it back so he could watch her throat bob up and down with each ragged breath she took.
She came rather quickly after his mouth had been working on her for a while, though he doesn’t slow his thrusts down– instead, he speeds up, starting to decrease the time between each slap of his hips against her ass. Now that she was warmed up, this also allowed him to go deeper, or at least try to.
“There we go,” he commented with a slight grin. He wasn’t a big talker usually, but seeing a woman, let alone his favorite, fall apart beneath him allowed his lips to be a bit looser.
He uses his fourth and last hand to grab her left thigh, hooking it over his hip so he can piston even deeper inside her. The entire time, short (yet loud) moans spilled from reader’s lips as she approached her second orgasm of the evening (the second of many to come).
His grin widens when he feels her tighten around him (both of him). He could feel his own peak approaching, his balls contracting tightly as the pressure continued to build up. “Again? Someone is enjoying themselves,” he growls into her ear as he leans closer.
His chest grazes hers as he pushes her hips upward, rutting into her even harder as quiet groans are ripped from his throat.
“Ah–” he moans in contentment as his movements stutter, his two cocks throbbing slightly as his spunk shoots out in hot ropes inside her. He pulls out just enough for some of that seed to spill out of her aching heat, and her other hole. He enjoyed watching his evidence leak out of her– it proof that he had bred her thoroughly, and that’s what concubines technically were for.
He pulls back again, his members leaving her with a quiet plop. “Tch, making such a mess already,” he cups her right thigh, his thumb beginning to stroke gentle circles on her skin. “The servants will have lots to clean up,” Ryomen chuckles.
Even though reader was exhausted and blissed out, she knew the evening was far from over– he had quite the stamina, even after days of carnage.