„You're mine now" [Sukuna & Y/N]

Part III

Embers.

Fume.

Fervor.

Haze.

Surrender.

Whining.

"Beg",

he said with impact and verve.
His deep vibrating voice shoved every word down your throat.
He looked delighted.

Though he held every of your limbs still,
with his four hands and his legs pressing you down quite intensely, it was as if you were running a marathon.
Pure exhaustion.

Your body had pumped all the adrenaline it could in order to keep you alive.

"I said beg, you brat!",

he yelled, he laughed, he bawled, he gnarled.
You did as he ordered.

After all, this was his domain,
the malevolent shrine.
Though this time you didn't get dragged down -
you entered it.

Getting dragged into my domain
causes human bodies to either dissolve or evaporate,
leaving only the bones behind,
as well as the soul and their last emotions...
usually it's fear and horror.
The hollow noises you hear
are the remnants of their screams.
They still linger.
You, on the other hand,
are able to enter instead of getting dragged.
Or at least that's the case
as long as you don't let your guard down.
As long as you don't slack off while my marks
enter your skin,
you don't get sucked in, but rather
we're connected then.
Such a connection happens with my vessels,
thus they don't break.
Albeit this does not apply to you.
You are not a vessel.
In all honesty,
what you really are
is what I don't know,
yet.

At least that's what he, when you were wrapped around his waist, explained to you, just the second the question appeared in your mind. Which was another proof of said connection.

Your yelling and begging continued.
So did his indulgence.

How is it possible then?
How can I be here?

you asked yourself somewhere between lust and agony.

"You're still human.
But by you dwelling here, the air you breathe is the same that I breathe.
Without knowing, you're being infiltrated
by demonic fumes...
As well as demonic fluids, of course",

he giggled as he licked your face from your chin to your eye.
Playing with your hair, while undressing your bare body even more with his eyes, he continued to explain:

"Your pure soul turns into a demonic soul ..
for the time being.
In here, because of the act of
bonding you to my presence, technically
you're considered to be a slave..
But don't you worry.
For me the fact that you are here, still intact,
pretty much makes you god here."

Not being able to move even one bit didn't contribute to you feeling like a god.

"You still act as if you couldn't free yourself",

He laughed throwing his head up to the back,
then sliding it slowly all the way down
back towards you, stopping right before your face. His chin resting lightly on your right cheek, you felt his hands squeezing yours.
A thrust.

A fullblooded thrust dashed your naive insides, only for them to lust for even more.
Your head was ringing.

"Wait",

You stopped him.

"If I have a demonic soul now, what happens to me when I die?"

"Damn you woman,
must you always ask so many questions?",
He muttered.

You paused and clearly you couldn't control your thoughts as you bursted out with the most uncalled-for question in such a situation:

"Will I be able to go to heaven like that, or
am I a demon myself now?!"

He squeezed his eyebrows together,
eyes wide open.
Wholeheartedly he broke out in laughter:

"You DO drive me wild!"

Once he stopped laughing, he started thinking, tilting his head upwards to the side,
releasing your hands,
now sitting himself upright on top of you:

"Let me see... well...
Whatever you believe in,
I don't think I can let anyone else get you."

He lowered his upper body.

By grabbing your face he squished your cheeks, almost piercing your skin with his claws.
He pouted your lips,
Guiding his thumb into your mouth.
He let out what sounded like a hiss,
while his other hand grasped your hair
on the top of your head
and by tugging
he pulled your head towards your back
so that your chin lifted slightly
while he pushed his thumb,
that he had you suck on,
down.
By doing so he stretched your mouth open.

"To think you couldn't even unlock your own door, but you unlocked my shrine with ease...
what a brat you are",

he mocked you with the most happy grin you've ever been looked at.
It was as if his touches stripped you from your will to ever return to whatever you've lived until now.

By now your screams drowned out those lingering hollow screams of all the women who died in sheer horror in here before.

"You're mine now",

he moaned like a maniac.