CastAway

*Chapter 6*

I fell asleep wrapped in my blankets holding the doll Principal Yaga attacked me with and woke up in darkness hours before morning. The pool of blood under my feet and tattooed man sitting on a throne of bones before me meant this was not one of my nightmares.

"Hello, little one." Sukuna's deep voice resonated through the room.

"How am I here?" I cautiously approached the king of curses.

"You must have been thinking about me." His voice shifted behind me. I spun around to see his four red eyes focused on me.

"You seriously expect me to believe you didn't summon me here?" I snarled at him. A recurring nightmare would be better than this shit.

"You look absolutely delicious, kitten." His new nickname for me was considerably better than any of the previous ones.

He stepped closer to me and raised a hand. I didn't flinch nor back away when he moved. I didn't slap his hand away when he touched the bare skin of my waist. There was something about him in this moment that didn't scare me like he should. I was desperate for this kind of attention. You could cut the sexual tension between Gojo and I with a knife. I needed to find a release, and the man standing before me had nothing but lust in his gaze.

When he saw my reaction, or lack thereof, he continued. He could give me what I wanted. He could give me what I craved. I needed someone I could submit to. Someone who could be an escape from constantly presenting myself as strong, powerful, unbeatable. The prospect of Sukuna being a sadist made me want him more in spite of the years of torture I endured.

"What are you thinking about, pet?" He asked as his hand traveled up my waist until his thumb brushed the underside of my breast.

"I want you." I whined as he pressed his nail into my nipple.

"You should be scared of me." His other hand wrapped around my neck, pushing up against my chin until I tilted my head back for him.

I placed my fingers over his and squeezed until he tightened his hold on my throat. My eyes struggled to stay open as he pulled me into him by my neck. I grabbed his kimono to steady myself and whined softly.

"Such a naughty little thing, aren't you?" He clutched my throat tighter until my breaths shortened. "Are you sure you can handle me?"

"Can you satisfy me?" I couldn't stop myself from taunting him.

Sukuna's hand slid from my waist to my back and pulled me into him until our bodies were pressed together. He let go of my throat to grab the back of my head, roughly pulling my hair as he leaned in. He kissed and bit up my throat until his lips were beside my ear.

"I'll be the best you've had." His warm breath caressed my ear as he growled into it.

"Please, Sukuna." How in hell did he have so much self control? He'd gone without sex for over a thousand years and yet he was teasing me while I willingly offered myself to him.

He trailed his hand down my back until his fingers touched my entrance. He grunted softly into my ear as he slid two fingers inside me. I couldn't help but moan and arch into him, it had been so long since someone touched me like this.

He had barely started when his hand pulled away. I whined and looked up into his eyes to find him smirking down at me. His hands were on the backs of my thighs before I had time to ask why he stopped. Sukuna easily picked me up and laid me down. It should have been off putting lying in a pool of blood, but I didn't notice it. The only thing on my mind was the man turned curse leaning over me.

I loosely wrapped my legs around his hips and slid my hands into the top of his kimono, pushing it across his shoulders. He let me do what I wanted, but took over when I needed his help with the sleeves. Sukuna slipped his arms from the garment then grabbed my cheeks and pressed his lips to mine.