Tempestuous

~Chapter Twenty-Six~

3rd Person POV...

       Megumi was told to go to the library room —of which he didn't even know existed— and luckily Uraume didn't mind showing the way. When he arrived, the curse left without a word. It was strange, almost as if he was nervous about bringing attention. The teen see's the large fireplace, hot flames burned and lit up the room making it give off a calm and comfortable aura.

      Large shelves with numerous books, a large staircase that led up to a second floor with even more. "You're frozen in place, why is that?" Sukuna questions, looking over at Megumi as he stands by the fireplace. The teen walks over cautiously, observing all around.

      "I was admiring the room, it's amazing. I assume you enjoy reading then?" Megumi wonders curiously although the emotion evident in his voice was lacking in his face that was cold. The couches are blood red with a table in the middle similar to the red with gold trim.

      Megumi stops a few strides away, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "Sometimes but it's for you and our children if they desire to read it. Mainly you since I only care for your interests. I'm curious, you smell of dog. Why?" Sukuna's four crimson eyes narrow, a evident furious expression.

       Usually, this would make the teen hesitate or afraid. Instead, his face remained the same as he replies, "I appreciate it. By dog that must mean you're referring to Gojo? I did what I had to. For him, for me, and for us. He won't go against you-"

        "You did it because you assumed he could beat me?" Sukuna raged, striding forward and grabbing Megumi's upper arms. He winces at the unforgiving grip, glaring up at the curse. He didn't automatically assume Gojo could beat Sukuna, he doesn't know who would win. He just didn't want the two people he loves to engaged in a battle. Loves? Sukuna?

      "It wasn't like that, let go of me." He demands. Sukuna then laughs, it started as a low rumble before becoming louder, maniacal even. Megumi's eyes widen, what is wrong with that damn curse? "Let go of you? You didn't assume that? You bring laughter to my life Megumi Fushiguro! You're mine, you do not command me. How dare you disrespect me by letting him touch you."

        "Sukuna, are you mad at me? I only wanted to help you." Megumi says sweetly, looking at the curse with innocent eyes. Sukuna clenches his jaw, feeling his anger and horniness mix. No, he mustn't fall further for Megumi's tricks. Not when he let that cocky bastard touch his precious body.

       "You aren't getting away with this." Sukuna growls, grabbing the boy's throat tightly. "If you let anyone else touch you that isn't me, I will kill them and break your back." He threatens making Megumi gulp. He pushes the boy down onto table, his chest hitting the cold surface.

       "You can't throw me around like a rag doll Sukuna-"

       "I can and will, if your concern is the baby then don't worry. I have placed a protective magic seal so the child won't be harmed. Doesn't matter what I do to you, our child won't feel a thing." Sukuna smirks, his lower claws run along Fushiguro's sides before hooking them under the top of his pants. The curse pulls them completely off along with his boxer's.

      "You-!" Megumi lets out a lewd moan when he presses two fingers into his hole that was already preparing slick for the Alpha. Embarrassed, he covers his mouth as his cheeks redden. Sukuna pulls his slicked fingers out, tasting him eagerly. Megumi looks over his shoulder with flushing cheeks at Sukuna. Part of him doesn't regret letting Gojo touch him because now Sukuna was jealous. When he's jealous, he becomes possessive and shows Megumi attention.

"Slut, how dare you." He growls, slapping his ass cheek with violent force causing him to yelp, his hips slamming harshly against the table. His long, smooth legs begin to tremble while his hands frail, trying to find something to hold onto. The cold surface is pressing against his chest causing pleasured friction on his sore nipples.

The King gets annoyed, ripping the boy's shirt open, exposing his light, silky back. Sukuna's hands grab onto Megumi's wrists, pinning his hands behind his back before he presses the head of his cock at the teen's entrance. He writhes in the grip, realizing maybe he went too far. Sukuna is raging and his aura is making him fearful. "How far did he go?" Sukuna questions, kissing Megumi's neck and his upper back.

"It doesn't matter..." He hisses, trying to free his arms. Sukuna was certainly not happy with that answer, his grip on his hands tighten while his lower hands grip onto his thighs. They spread his legs are far as they can go, hitting the sides of the table. If his knees weren't bent, he would've been doing a perfect split. Megumi winces, "Stop it you brute!"

"Did you enjoy it when he touched you? When he kissed you?" Sukuna uses his left hand to keep a firm, tight grip onto the reddened wrists while his other hand wraps around, gripping his chin and rubbing his thumb over the younger's lips. Megumi jolts, feeling the head of Sukuna's massive cock rub around his rim that was beginning to drench itself with slick, leaking down his spread thighs.

It teases the hole, pressing a little bit in before pulling away. This is torture, Megumi wants it so bad he might just cry for it. He doesn't care about the consequences, he doesn't care if Sukuna breaks his wrists or eats part of his body with animalistic aggression... he just wants to feel full with him. "So what if I did? Not like you can do anything about it." He throws Sukuna a smirk over his shoulder, he's mocking the King with his amused eyes.

Sukuna then smirks evilly, has Megumi forgotten who he is speaking to? The curse forcefully plunges inside the teen, causing the wind to become knocked out of him. He wasn't allowed to catch his breath or adjust to the massive size, his body being manhandled as Sukuna aggressively holds him down completely so he is unable to move away. His hips slam brutally against the table's edge making him choke out a cry, his lungs desperately try to gain oxygen.

Not much longer, hot white liquid shot out of Megumi's cute dick. It rubbed against his abdomen and the superlative table luckily had a smooth surface, it was painful but bearable. "Where's all you confidence now?! Where's the Megumi that talked back?!" Sukuna questions, so much murderous and threatening anger in that psychopathic laugh.

Sukuna shoves his hand against the boy's gasping and salivating mouth, suffocating him as the tongue's length and width increases so largely his tunnel in his throat expands and his jaw begins to ache. Tears cloud his vision that was beginning to see black spots, his hole tightening around Sukuna. The curse releases the boy's wrists that were now badly bruised, he clawed at the table, trying to find something —anything— to hold onto to help the pain in his hips. It proves fruitless, making him close his eyes tightly. His cries are muffled by the mouth suffocating and abusing his forcefully expanded throat.

"You're enjoying this aren't you? You enjoy being treated like this, you lose yourself so lewdly when I hurt you. Is this the kind of love you want?" Sukuna questions seductively in the boy's ear causing his ears to redden, his face flushing an alluring red of that reminded the curse of the roses. His rationality screams 'No!' but he only mewls more, vibrating the tongue that was continuously throat fucking him. Nodding his head as he makes eye contact with Sukuna. The curse's burning, possessive rage burns hotter.