Sukuna

Malevolent Shrine

It takes me a while to understand where I am.

My eyes feel a little blurry as they adjust to the sudden change, and I take a few minutes to look around. The last thing I heard before the world shifted comes back to me and understanding settles in.

"Domain Expansion" he said. His deep voice echoes in my brain. "Malevolent Shrine".

It's dark, no light above or around me except for the small shrine a few feet away. Water surrounds it, as if to prevent those that are far from it from coming closer. In fact, it doesn't matter how much I look at the still water, I can't make out its depth. All I can see are the light and colors from the shrine reflecting on the surface.

As my eyes take in each detail, they travel up, following the single brightness shinning in this domain. And there he is. Sukuna.

Lounging on his throne, one arm resting on the side of it while the other is used to rest his head. His legs are stretched out in front of him, his robe slightly parted in the middle, showing me his calves. My eyes travel back up, to his face, and I almost laugh at the cat like expression he makes, his own eyes staring back.

I feel myself squirm under his intent look. His eyes travel up and down my body, just as I did to him, and when they meet mine again that feline expression turns downright predatory.

That makes me look at myself for the first time. I notice I'm standing on a small flat rock, nothing else around me other than darkness. And I'm dressed in a white nightgown-type of dress. Considering how chaste I look in it, I have a hard time imagining exactly what made him get that expression.

That is, until he extends his hands and motions with his index finger for me to come closer. And as I take my first step into the water I realize that this lake-like thing is a little deep. Deep enough to immerse myself in up to my shoulders, and that's what happens as I continue walking. It doesn't go any deeper, and as I walk, slowly, taking my time, I keep my eyes locked with Sukuna's.

He doesn't look away at any moment, keeping me trapped in that molten gaze of his, and with each step I take towards him, the bolder I feel. More ready, more excited, more... horny. Because I know what that look promises, I know that, as soon as his hands touch me, there will be no turning back.

But still, as I get near the small set of steps that will take me to him, I feel like something's missing. When my feet touch the first submerged stone step, I realize what that is, but I don't say anything yet. I want to make him feel a little of what I feel when he looks at me like that. So I remain silent and climb each step slowly, eyes still watching his, so I can see his reaction to me.

And what a reaction it is.

As my body gradually ascends from the water, I feel two things: the nightgown sticks to my skin while my nipples peak through the now sheer fabric, and my insides turn hot and liquid at the expression Sukuna makes when he takes in my wet breasts. His face, just moments ago showing me that condescending smirk, now turns completely serious, his eyes focusing on me, and I see his throat bob and his jaw set tight.

I feel the need to touch him, to let him touch me, but I ignore it for now. I just continue forward until I'm completely out of the water, sauntering on the rough dark stone, soaking wet in more ways than one but still my body burns everywhere as the trail of his gaze travels to each part of it showing through the fabric.

He hasn't moved an inch, just sitting there, watching and waiting. As I get closer, I notice one of his hands griping the throne so tight his knuckles feel like they'll pop. Just as I take my last step, close enough for him to reach me if he wanted, but still slightly out of reach, his head comes back up and our eyes meet again.