Tempestuous

~Chapter Thirty~

3rd Person POV...

Megumi feels very different from before, he raises his hand and stares at the two black tattoo rings on his wedding finger. His stomach clenches in happiness as a small smile forms on his angelic face. "Where are we going?" He wonders curiously, looking at the jungle-like terrain. It's strange and foreign, not like anything he's ever seen. Sukuna's strides are powerful and fast, his arms slicing parts of trees or anything in their way while one arm carries Megumi protectively.

Everything is so green, full of life as he hears the sound of critters and larger things he wishes not to make themselves known. "It's an island, I chose this place for us to spend our honeymoon. It was the perfect location to do whatever we please without any observing eyes. I can fuck my bride anywhere, you can do whatever you want here." Sukuna throws the teen a seductive smirk which causes him to blush.

It all feels surreal to Megumi, his heart is now connected to Sukuna's. They'll live a long, immortal life together. Immortality, Megumi never once considered having that. "Is this yours too?" The boy asks, tracing the black ink on the curse's smooth and muscled chest. Sukuna laughs which makes the teen look up at him, his face scrunching in confusion. What was so funny? "Megumi, darling, everything is mine. This island is reserved only for me, if that's what you mean. It's ours."

They arrive at a beautiful home that Megumi assumes it's where they will be sleeping. It isn't extravagant but it isn't plain either. The shaman likes it, it looks cozy. "How long will we be here?" Megumi asks, nuzzling into Sukuna's chest like a puppy. The curse brings him inside, the doors are large and made of glass. You get full view of the outside, of the balcony and all the thriving nature.

The bed is much larger than Megumi, of course it's to fit both Sukuna and him. As he sits prettily in the middle, it makes him feel smaller than he already does with the curse. His cheeks redden as Sukuna stares deeply at his face, all four eyes focused. "Megumi, kiss me." The curse commands. The teen hesitates, suddenly feeling nervously pressured. He gets to his feet, walking over to the curse that stands patiently at the end of the humongous bed. His tiny hands reach up, cupping the larger face and bringing him down.

       His kiss is soft, almost like a peck. Megumi pulls back, licking his lips as he decides to go further. With much more confidence than before, he deepens the kiss and two arms of Sukuna's wrap around his small waist. He pulls the young boy's body against his, letting Megumi lead. The curse feels the small, wet tongue press urgently against his lips. He smirks, looking at the flushed face that was doing his best. Sukuna opens his mouth and Megumi instantly inserts his salivated muscle inside. It curiously and shyly explores the cavern, its new to him. Sukuna is always the one to force his way into his own, his tongue always struggles to keep up with him.

       His precious wife lets out little whines, clearly urging the curse to touch him. Sukuna has been far too generous towards the boy who has been so difficult. So instead, he pulls his hands back and he can feel how frustrated Megumi becomes. He pulls back, a string of saliva connecting from their tongues. "Do you not want to do it with me?" He questions with a hurt expression.

       "It appears that you're the one who doesn't want to. Are you even trying? It's hard for me to believe you want me deep in you when you're standing here like this. Hardly a seduction." Sukuna smirks. Megumi's ethereal eyes widen, his lashes wet with the tears that swelled in his eyes. Of course, it was his fault. He begins to take off his clothing, Sukuna's eyes admiring the slender, silky flesh of his mate.

He lays on his back, his right leg bent up as he reaches out his hand, looking into the curse's eyes deeply. "Sukuna, please." He calls with a pleading, small voice. Ahh fuck, that's all it took. The curse was hard as a rock and ready to show his bride something he's been keeping secret just for the honeymoon. Megumi's green eyes are wide, surprised to see not one but two erected cocks. "That...you...no way!" Sukuna reacts much faster —of course— as he places the larger, veined hands down on Fushiguro's inner thighs.

Megumi's face is red like a rose as he stares shyly at the two excited cocks. "Sukuna... the one is already too much. You don't expect to fit b-both do you?" Megumi doesn't believe it. How can there be even more of Sukuna? Sukuna leans down, licking his pretty neck causing a gasp to leave his lips, arching his back and neck to give the curse more access to him. He sucks on the pale flesh, leaving dark, claiming bruises. Sukuna has to leave marks on such a lovely body, it's a warning sign to all that this pretty boy is claimed. He isn't to be tasted or touched, dare Sukuna catch someone looking pervertedly at his wife.

       The curse sucks on the sensitive skin, biting slightly so his teeth press in, threatening to break flesh but never do. He always licks the spot he is going to leave a mark first, he enjoys watching the way his wife shivers from it. Such mouthwatering pink nipples make themselves known, perked and pretty. His upper hands hold Megumi's in a gentle manner, his tongue circles the areola slowly before his teeth tug his nipple. Megumi lets out a cry, his hands gripping onto Sukuna's hands. The curse's eyes widen, a dark looks fills them.

      The panting boy looks at the curse confusedly before his mouth is agape, eyes widened. Sukuna licks the nipple more, ignoring how Megumi thrashes about. "Stop! That's-!" He lets out moans and whines, clenching his eyes tightly. He didn't even know he was going to be one of those male omegas that was able to breastfeed, he also didn't know his milk away going to come this early on. "Ahh!" Megumi lets out an especially loud moan when Sukuna releases his hand, placing that hand onto the boy's other nipple to ravish and suck on it.

      Using his free hand, he covers his face. His breaths coming out in pants, his cute omegan dick leaks precum. "I wonder if I can make you cum with just your nipples. Shall we try, my queen?" Sukuna pulls off the nipple with a suctioned pop, smirking up at Megumi. His mouth on his hand eagerly pulls, twists, and sucks on the nipple, tasting the delicious mommy milk.

      "N-no!" He squeals when the curse returns to the swollen nipple with his mouth more aggressive than before while his bottom hands rub soothing circles on his thighs. His nipples ache at all the forced sensations but god, he'd be lying if he said it didn't feel like heaven. His eyes roll back, his body convulsing as hot liquid squirts out his dick. Sukuna is so damn pleased by this, pulling back he licks it up, his tongue purposely grazing his sensitive tip causing a whimper to escape Megumi.

"So precious, you smell so sweet." Sukuna growls, his tongue pushing in and out his slicked hole. The boy mewls, loving the attention on him. Megumi's legs are smooth and he marvels at them. Has the teen always been a hairless one? There are no razor bumps or blemishes, silky and soft. "Do you want me in here?" He taunts, blowing the pink hole making Megumi let out a little cry.

"More, please. Sukuna, I need you." Megumi pleads. Sukuna hasn't touched another body —besides Megumi's— in a thousand years and with such a perfect little wife, how could he ever desire anything else? The curse loves when the boy fights him, loves when his eyes look at him murderously. At the same time, he loves when his eyes are innocently desperate, craving to be used as a cocksleeve.

Sukuna presses the flat of his thumb against the slicked, shy little entrance and it twitches gently. How pretty and slutty. His thumb lazily circles around the cute rim before he slaps it abruptly, causing Megumi to let out a yelp. "Who do you belong to, Fushiguro Megumi?"

The question seemed simple enough but no, this is Ryomen Sukuna. It's a test, he wants the right answer worded exactly how he wants and Megumi fearfully knows this. He gulps, licking his plump lips. "I belong solely to you, Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses."

"Exactly, you're mine." He hums, planting a kiss on Fushiguro's lower stomach. "You don't need to think for yourself, allow me to do it for you. I am all you need, never forget that."