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By the time Megumi fully wakes up he's already on the ground, his arms tied behind his back, ropes curled in a way to prevent his hand sigils.
He's terribly groggy, his head swimming in half remembered dreams and sensations. He bites his lip hard trying to force himself to wakefulness, trying to drag himself to awareness but it's so fucking difficult. It feels like he's fighting against molasses, inky fingers dragging him down to the sweet embrace of sleep as he fights against it desperately. He knows he's in danger, but he pushed his body too far again and it's not listening to him. He feels weirdly distant about the concept of being kidnapped.
He'd stayed awake too long again, gods-fucking-damn insomnia and now hes so disoriented he doesn't even know what day it is. Judging by the exhaustion, probably only a few hours since he passed out.
He feels his legs begin to be tied and he lolls his head to the side. He's just so fucking tired, he has half a mind to just let himself be kidnapped, he's been living on borrowed time for years anyway, if they're really here to kill him maybe it'll be worth it. He needs the rest. Anything as long as he can sleep a little longer.
Wait— TSUMIKI!
His head jerks up and he immediately starts thrashing around in his ropes and making a racket. Fuck how did he forget her!? He needs to make sure she's ok, if he's not alive they'll throw her out on the street.
"Finally sleeping beauty awakens! You're not getting sick are you? That'd be a pain."
He feels himself hauled upright on his knees only to squint at the source of the voice.
He figures he has nothing to lose if this is happening so he snipes "What do you care, asswipe?" Even as his head bobs at the headrush of being shoved upright so quickly and he bites his lip again trying to concentrate.
It's not the first time he's been hauled somewhere in ropes, but it is the first time they've bothered to ambush him in the middle of the night.
Naoya slaps him hard and Megumi sags against his binds, head spinning.
"Watch your mouth, you're lucky I need you in one piece."
Now that's an interesting tidbit, Megumi's done his fair share of illegal activities, he hasn't been caught in years, but it's an open secret who to blame when things go missing. That being said, it cost less to replace the meager supplies Megumi steals than to bother feeding him, so they let it slide. The elders bought him years ago, but apparently they didn't care enough to feed him. They said when he got Shikigami they'd start feeding him, but seeing as Naoya beat the shit out of him whenever he tried to train, stealing turned into a much more lucrative endeavor.
He figured Naoya just got paranoid enough to kill him under the elders' nose, but if he's needed in one piece, he's probably being sold again.
Fuck.
Naoya is talking but it just sounds like static in his ears. He cranes his head, blinking rapidly to try to get his eyes to adjust to the dim light of the room quicker.
There.
Tsumiki is thrown askew, but she seems unharmed, which is about as good as he can hope for in this situation.
Good. Ok. She's alive.
"Are you listening, you piece of shit?!" Naoya grabs a fistful of his hair and tugs, dragging Megumi to look at him, he's scowling, looking at Megumi like he's scum at the bottom of his shoe, but that's nothing new.
"Bold of you to assume anything that comes out of your mouth is worth listening to." He jeers before he spits in Naoya's face.
The blow he gets is harder and more brutal, a punch straight to his nose, a sickening crack cutting through the quiet of the night.
Oof. That's broken.
But Megumi hadn't survived on his own this long without knowing how to take a hit, so he shakes his head, breathing hard through his mouth as his nose bleeds freely, pouring down his face onto his yukata.
Goddammit blood is such a pain to clean, hopefully his new owner or whoever gives him new clothes.
A gag is shoved in his mouth, tied around his head he grunts, craning his neck to glance at Tsumiki again. If he's been sold, where does that leave her? Not to mention who would buy a pathetic excuse of a sorcerer like himself, legendary technique not-withstanding, or how this affects his secret.
And if that thought doesn't send ice into his gut, the thought of someone discovering his hard fought for secret.
"—finally turned a profit! I think congratulations are in order, and you can finally stop being a pathetic leech!" He tunes in as Naoya kicks him in the ribs and Megumi grunts, instinctively trying to fold in on himself but the other bodies in the room hold him semi upright, while making sure he stays on his knees.
"So I'm sure you're wondering, who would buy a shit stain like you?" Naoya tugs something out of his sleeve. "Well it's none other than the King of Curses! And he paid us a fortune for you."
Megumi's head whips up to focus on Naoya all at once, eyes wide with horror, breathing ragged. He shakes his head slowly. No. No. Nononono. NO!
Naoya grins maniacally. "Oh I was waiting for that expression! That's right! You got sold to the demon king! And he wants you badly. Perhaps even carnally. I suppose he's uncivilized even in that way." Naoya dabs a cloth with the bottle he's holding. "Now your… girlfriend? Sister. Sister, right. Don't you worry about her, we'll keep an eye on her just fine as long as you're a good pet for that monster."
Megumi makes a whine of terror, shaking his head in denial of what is being said, completely panicking, trying to search Naoya's face for some kind of joke or ruse. This can't be happening. Shit, shit, shit! He can't even think with his brain running in circles of utter horror.
"That being said… I'm feeling generous, I'm giving you a gift, when you find yourself in the King's hands… you may want to check your binds… who knows, you could even do everyone a favour." He gives a slimey smile and shoves the cloth to Megumi's face.
He shoves against his binds and thrashes, but he's unable to escape, he feels his head feel fuzzy and his struggles weaken, until he loses consciousness.
***
He's jolted awake by the rough bumping of a carriage, he's barely conscious, but he glimpses daylight, the carriage tilted at a slight angle, before he's dragged under, by exhaustion or the drug he doesn't know.
***
He wakes upright and feels his body keel to the side only for an icy hand to catch him, it's too cold to be anyone living. A curse.
He rubs his tongue against the edge of his molars, trying to cause enough pain to break through the thick cloud of exhaustion. His legs are untied, so at least he can stand, though unsteadily. Dammit! He can't afford to be this inalert, he needs to pay attention. He tries to open his eyes but it feels like they're glued shut.
Stupid! He needs to wake the fuck up! That's how you stay alive in this life, you have to learn your enemies better than yourself.
So… WAKE THE FUCK UP!
He feels himself tugged along and he does his best to follow, he's pushed into a seat that's plush and heavenly soft, softer than anything he's sat on in his life. Against his will he relaxes on instinct, and just like that he loses his battle against consciousness.
***
He wakes feeling, a cool hand on his forehead and wonders deliriously if he got sick and it's Tsumiki.
But it's not just cool, it's ice cold, as cold as a winter storm, and like that it all comes rushing back to him and his eyes fly open in panic. He jerks hard pulling away from the source of cold.
Looking inquisitive, the person— curse, the curse pulls back and straightens, before bowing. They have pure white hair shaped in a bob cut and seem to be wearing monks' clothes. The hell? That's got to be heretical. He tries to examine for any hint of malice
"Greetings, I am Uraume."
Megumi makes a noise of confusion without thinking. He didn't know individual curses could have names, but he supposes if they can talk it makes sense they'd get one. He watches him guardedly, eyes wide.
"If you promise not to bite me, I will remove your gag." They continue.
Megumi flexes his jaw only to wince, it's been held open long enough that it's gone stiff and the gag has caused him to drool a copious amount down the front of his yukata. Ugh, gross.
He nods, what he needs is knowledge of his situation and he won't get alot of it by being gagged.
With quick fingers Uraume unties the gag and pulls it loose, and Megumi takes his first breath of fresh air. His nose is stuffed with dry blood and his mouth was stuffed with cloth so it's a huge relief. He moves his arms instinctively to rub his face, only to be reminded they're bound.
But they are loose, it seems Naoya, that sonofabitch, told the truth, at least partially.
He stretches his jaw, a concerning cracking noise ringing out, and he coughs a bit before focusing on his surroundings. The sun is at its peak, and they're surrounded by coniferous trees, the carriage tilted upward, they're up a mountain it seems, and they've been going up for awhile from what he blearily remembers.
He turns to focus on Uraume, if he was told the truth and they paid a lot for him, the person in charge of his arrival has to be somewhat important, maybe even his handler.
"Thank you." He says because Tsumiki may have raised a thief and a liar but she didn't raise a brute, he clears his throat and goes for his first ruse. "Do you have any water?"
He is thirsty but that's not why he's asking.
Uraume looks impassive and they shake their head. Perfect.
"Can you make ice chips?"
They tilt their head, before a small smile graces their lips. "Naoya spoke the truth, you are clever, and just as beautiful as described."
Megumi's stomach drops at the same time he bares his teeth. Beautiful? Naoya couldn't have known, he couldn't have. Calm down. Young men are often described as beautiful, and he knows better than anyone he has delicate features. Relax. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before returning to stare at them "Naoya complimenting me? Doesn't sound like him."
"He may have phrased it as conniving," they hold out their left hand and slowly drop small chunks of ice from their right into it. Once their hand is full they pick up a piece and hold it out to him.
He's not the biggest fan of being hand fed, but baby steps, he needs this curse, Uraume, he needs to get on their good side, especially if they're going to be handling him for any length of time. He gently takes it into his teeth before pulling back and tilting his head back to let it slide into his mouth. He sucks on it appreciatively, he was definitely thirsty.
"Thanks. I don't suppose you'd release my bindings, huh?" He asks, a little muffled by the ice in his mouth.
"No, I'm afraid not, you are far too precious for that."
He grunts. "Figures." The ice has melted enough that he breaks it with his teeth, cracking it and chewing it. "And you… you work for the King of Curses?"
A small frown forms on their face, but they incline their head again. "Naoya told me you knew." They hold out a second chip for him.
He takes it the same way as the first, sucking on it appreciatively, often in winter the only thing he has to eat is ice, he's learned to enjoy it. "First tip about Naoya, he often lies to benefit himself."
Uraume's face tightens, "is that so?"
Megumi makes a sound of assent, but wonders if he should have told them that, wondering if he could get in trouble for a lie Naoya told, perhaps that bastard made bold promises Megumi can't hope to fulfill. He sighs and stretches out his neck, more joints popping, he's definitely gotten a good amount of sleep, but it's not enough, he needs more, now that he's more hydrated his body twinges its desire for sleep, but he can't sleep now, he shakes his head like a wet dog, trying to wake himself up.
"Is there anything our King should know about?" They ask.
Megumi glances up and crunches the ice and as soon as he does, Uraume holds out another piece. Huh. A thoughtful curse. Of course they could just be buttering him up, but still. He takes it and sucks on the ice thoughtfully, information is currency, so he shouldn't give anything away for free. On the other hand the elders and Naoya guard their secrets jealously, he doesn't know anything that would be useful for an enemy combatant.
"Mm, unless he's interested in the best whores on Zen'in land or where they hide the sweets, I doubt I have anything useful." He replies honestly.
Uraume hums, their face giving away nothing, their eyes twin panes of ice as they glance out the window.
"Uh…" he says intelligently, "um what does the King want me for?"
They turn to him, brows creased again. "You don't know that either?" They ask.
"It might be shorter to list what I do know about this situation." He pauses, "what does the King want me for?" He repeats, trying not to sound desperate.
They blink slowly. "Whatever our King desires."
Megumi cracks his ice and swallows hard. This is not boding well with the 'carnal' comment from earlier. They offer him another piece from their hand.
After he takes it again, sucking thoughtfully. "But like, if you had to give examples…" he tries.
They stare at him impassively when suddenly they glance up and Megumi tries to follow their gaze, only for his vision to white.
***
Megumi groans. He's so tired. When will they let him rest?
Someone, Uraume he thinks, based on the icy grip, is holding him up, only for them to let him go, his knees hit gravel and he glances up, only for the curse to push his head to the ground in a deep bow, only to follow into a similar position themself.
Ugh, formalities.
Heavy footsteps approach and Megumi goes to raise his head to get a glimpse, only for Uraume to reach out and push it down again.
Great.
But… that glimpse…
Megumi has never been formally trained with his ten shadows technique, but something innate he has is the stories shadows tell. Not just the obstructing of light, but the revealing of one's form.
Ok well it sounds dumb when he puts it to words.
The point is he's seen a lot of shadows, and even alot of shadows of powerful sorcerers but he's never felt a shadow like that one.
It practically vibrates with power, like it's barely holding back the form, and the way the light fell… it looked like he had four arms…
But no, that's stupid, it's an old wives tale, the King of Curses is as tall as two men with four arms and mouths on every surface, no, it's just meant to scare children and the gullible. Surely… surely he's just a man.
And yet as the footsteps come closer and his long shadow falls over Megumi, he's… the pressure he exerts is immense, cursed energy like a heat from a fire, it makes it hard to breathe.
Fuck. He's scared now. Ok, he was scared before but now he's terrified. Who is this monster that's mere presence is like a bonfire.
"You may rise." A voice deep enough to vibrate the insides of Megumi's chest, a streak of jealousy shoots through him before he squashes vehemently before it can draw breath.
He sees Uraume move in the corner of his eye and his brain is so busy panicking it takes him a moment to follow suit.
He struggles to raise himself up with his pathetic excuse for core muscles but when he does, he looks up.
And up.
And up.
"Oh fuck me." He whispers.
At that the monster laughs, a deafening sound that fills the air.
He's not as tall as two men, but he's definitely huge. Probably one and a half times the tallest man he's ever seen. And he has four eyes, bright, vicious red, so bright it seems like they glow. And he does have four arms, two in his sleeves and two folded over his belly. He's thick as well, corded muscle on display of every inch of him.
For a long moment Megumi just stares, awestruck, his mouth hanging open like an unshuttered door.
"It seems Naoya spoke the truth," the beast leans down and Megumi is so frozen in terror that he doesn't even flinch as this thing's too hot hand catches his chin. "Such delicate features, and such long eyelashes."
Fuck!
Fuckin' focus!
He needs to get back to Tsumiki and the only way he's doing that is thinking his way out of this.
"Is my form so astonishing, my Megumi?" The King teases.
Anger coils hot in his gut, he's not his anything! To be referred to causally is infuriating, he hasn't been called Megumi since before his sister's curse. His mouth snaps shut as he glares, before schooling his expression and casts his eyes down. Flattery. Everyone likes flattery "Uh… I…. Yes…" he manages, swallowing hard.
Oh fucking great, his sounds like an imbicile! Focus! The gods gave you a sharp mind so use it!
"...my… uh… your Highness." He says weakly, oh goddammit he should have read those etiquette novels he always thought were useless.
Both the monster and Uraume stare at him, their expressions unreadable before the ice curse speaks. "It's 'your majesty'" they correct. "But you may address him as 'my king'."
Oh thank fuck, they threw him a bone. "My King's form is… magnificent." He says, even if it takes like ash on his tongue, he can feel the bile in his throat from the statement.
The King leans back, "they say you have ten shadows, if I release your hands will you attack me?"
Megumi is a sucker for getting Naoya in trouble so he tugs his hands loose, holding up the rope to the King. "Naoya wished me to attack you, catching you unaware, but seeing you I know when a battle is already lost, I will not have my dog killed for his convenience"
Uraume glowers at that information and the King laughs again, a deep, pleasing sound bellowing through the air.
Ok… good, the King finds him funny. Good. But the tension doesn't leave his body. This monster is the stuff of nightmares, he decimated an entire sorcerer clan without effort, it's said he eats men alive on the battlefield, he rapes and pillages wherever he goes, burning fields and killing indiscriminately. Megumi isn't particularly in tune with cursed energy, but even he can feel the force of it come off the King in waves. He's fucking scared, Uraume eased his worries by being so human, and yet this beastly man could crush him with one hand.
"Well then, show me your technique." The King commands.
Megumi tries to hide the shaking of his hands as they form the hand sign for the divine dogs.
His shadow bubbles and twists, his white dog coming first and a second dog seems to form before it dissipates back into the ground.
His white dog, Shirou, barks and growls, stalking toward the King, hackles raised, before Megumi intervenes, he whistles a note he trained his dogs to come to his side, but to his surprise his dog gnashes it's teeth, letting out a vicious growl, though it doesn't move closer, it ears twitched when he whistled so it heard him, but it was choosing disobedience.
The King is watching him with interest, not reacting to his dog's aggression at all (thankfully).
"Shirou!" He snaps desperately, forcing his will onto the dog from their bond, if his dog attacks against his will the King will definitely slaughter it without thought.
The dog barks once more before backing up and heeling at Megumi's hip. Its fur is still on end but it quiets.
The King hums, "you're at quite a low level, but I do love a challenge, very well, now we will start the assessment. Strip."
Megumi immediately takes a step back shaking his head. No. No, no, no, nononono! This can't be happening! Why would he—
"I think there's a misunderstanding!" He says, his mouth moving before his brain "Why am I here?"
"To train your technique." The King answers simply, reaching out a hand to trace under his chin and another reaches out to pull at his yukata.
Megumi slaps both hands away taking another two steps back. "And why would I need to be naked for that?"
His dog is snarling and barking again and he can feel his pulse rushing in his ears.
"Why is irrelevant, I do not like to repeat myself." The king takes one step for Megumi's two, already close enough to grab him, his voice tinged with anger, the type that normally predicts a beating, the one that demands he obey.
"No fucking way!" He snaps.
But the King is grabbing the two sides of his Yukata and starting to pull, Megumi's breathing is coming in pants as his panic drowns out his rational thought. Just as the fabric starts tearing Shirou launches itself at the King, fang's bared.
And one moment his dog is in mid air and the next it's ripped in two, two meaty chunks of viscera and organs bracketed by a furry white pelt. The King holding the two halves of the corpse of his beloved dog before dropping it, with a sickening sound.
"Shirou!" Megumi moves only for ice to cover his body and the King goes to pick him up, as Megumi struggles against his incapacitation.
The King tears off his clothes dispassionately only to pause when Megumi is finally naked despite his struggling.
Megumi screams in rage as the King maneuvers him, holding one limb in each arm.
"A woman? But why would Naoya lie?" The King hums moving his face closer to examine his naked form.
"Naoya didn't lie because he didn't know dumbass! Noone knew! and fuck you for finding out! I'm not a fucking woman and never will be so get your slimey paws off me and go fuck yourself."
The King snorts derisively. "You humans are so concerned about gender, letting it dictate so much of your lives. It is irrelevant to me, if you wish to be called a man it will be done."
He hands Uraume Megumi's legs, who holds them firmly, gripping them hard enough that despite his best effort Megumi can't free himself.
The King reaches down with his newly free hand and gently cups Megumi's tiny breasts, the other parsing through his pubic hair to cup at his cunt.
Megumi screams in frustration, his muscles straining against the immovable grip on his limbs. The King moves down, circling his hole and Megumi's breath catches and he freezes.
"P-please…" he manages, eyes up and pleading to the King, as his breath comes in shuddering gasps, his thoughts running in circles in his panic.
"I will not yet, you are too raw." The King concedes, his finger moving further back to press at his asshole as Megumi clenches his eyes shut and tries not to cry.
Then the King retrieves Megumi's legs from Uraume pressing him to his chest, moving toward the complex as Megumi tries to gather his mind previously scattered with pure terror.
'yet'
'I will not yet'
That's what the King had said. 'yet'.
He's going to rape me.
And like a fire has been lit in his belly Megumi restarts his tirade.
"Fuck fuck fuck!" Megumi thrashes against the King's iron grip. "Let me go fuck face!"
The King chuckles, vibrating all the way to Megumi's bones. "And I feared Naoya exaggerated your fire, but you do not disappoint my Megumi."
"And that's another thing! I'm not your anything, keep my name out of your fucking mouth, shitstain!"
No no no! This isn't how he should play this! He should be analyzing his surroundings! He should be looking for tells! He shouldn't be insulting his new owner, especially when he doesn't even come up to his owner's chest in height.
But dammit if Tsumiki told him once she told him a thousand times, he needed better control of his temper!
"It's good you have your energy back, you'll need it." The king's pushes open to reveal a room unlike he's ever seen, it has shelves lined with… things some he can guess and make his blood run cold, but others he can't even fathom.
And at its center is a table with straps on it, like the type they use to hold down people for interrogations.
"Oh fuck no!" He crows and tries to grasp blindly at his cursed energy, but it slips through his fingers.
"First," the King says. "We'll measure the amount of cursed energy you can currently generate."
Megumi is naked, been touched, his secret revealed, but at the King's word tensions in him ease. At least he isn't going to be raped.
Yet.
'yet'
But like hell is he going to give in so easily. "Fuck you!" Is out of his mouth before he can stop it, thrashing against the King despite the unfair advantage, his four arms flattening Megumi and tightening restraints around his limbs. Megumi's breath starts speeding up again, his mind racing but going nowhere fast, his legs are spread, baring his breasts and cunt to the cool air and he starts to shiver at the foreign sensation. "Let me go fuckwad!"
"It's a simple examination," Uraume chides. "If you find it unpleasant, just submit and it will be over much more quickly, we may not even need to use restraints."
"Very fucking likely! Don't fucking touch me!"
The King eyes Megumi with one of his four eyes. "I noticed the scrapes earlier, but he has quite a lot of bruising as well, his nose is even broken" he says, one hand tracing down his hips at the bruises on his body. Megumi writhes against the touch as far as the restraints will allow (not very). "Unsightly, for Zen-in Naoya to give him to me in this state. From now on, the only marks he will have will be mine."
"I will heal them for you, my King," Uraume says, washing their hands in a small basin.
This can't be fucking happening. Taken from his sister, his secret exposed and now he is about to be raped by the King of Curses. That has to be why he's naked and spread eagle like this, why else? Megumi could not have imagined a worse day, his breath speeding up to a degree he feels himself going light-headed. Uraume dutifully nudges each of the bruises, sending a shot of cold through him intensely painful, finishing with his broken nose.
"Is this satisfactory, my King?"
"Beautiful," the King says. "Begin."
"Yes. Open your mouth, Fushiguro Megumi," Uraume says distantly, but Megumi is gasping, his head lolls to the side, his panic running in circles in his head. No, no, no, no, no, over and over again. He can't focus, can't think. Uraume uses his opening to spread his jaw themselves, dipping their fingers in as Megumi tries to reign in his panic. They massage his tongue with fingers as icey cold as the rest of them.
"Average." They say, pushing fingers deeper until they trigger his gag reflex, forcing him to dry heave. "Ah, did you see that? A strong flare. That will be a good point." Megumi can feel his consciousness fade as he continues to hyperventilate, he scrambles in his oxygen deprived brain to calm himself but the horror is too much and he can't. He can't.
"Noted. A moment." The King places his massive hand on Megumi's chest, compressing it, pushing the air out of his lungs, forcing his breath to slow, allowing his lungs to fill as he eases off pressure. "Relax, Megumi, I will not hurt you without warrant, you have my word."
Slowly, as the King controls his breathing Megumi gains composure, eyes fixed on the King.
He's grateful despite himself that the King calmed him, allowed him to process, think. Valuable. Those were Uraume's words. Along with his knowledge that Uraume isn't allowed to hurt him.
People can hurt you without causing physical pain. The thought sends shivers down his spine, as the King retracts his hand, eyes watchful.
Megumi bites his lip and closes his eyes trying to concentrate. They're trying to train him not breed him like some prize cow, even… even if that happens, he won't get pregnant. Not that humans can even conceive with curses… right?
"Continue."
Uraume's hands are ice cold, a fact that follows the throughline of what Megumi knows about them. They trace his chest and even without touching them he feels his nipples harden, triggering vitrole in his gut, and with it his cursed energy flares. "A good reaction here as well."
He grits his teeth. The King had said they were measuring his cursed energy, of course the damnible curse couldn't do it normally. They were aggravating him on purpose to make him emit more, more than he could reasonably control. He knew the Zen-in used massage and accupuncture to help manifest their energy, and this was the same idea, if very fucked up. He hisses out a breath as Uraume continues feeling him, his cursed energy building. His hairs stand up on end as his energy is roiling off him.
They pinch a nipple between their fingers and gently twist it, revulsion turns in his guts as Megumi lets out a string of curses, squeezing his eyes shut. His chest, always a point of disgust for him, was never touched, since it had started to develop it had been bound and left alone. Fucked up pleasure curls his gut while he tries to ignore it, feeling his energy peak even higher. He feels tears start to drip down his face. He isn't unfamiliar with crying, though it usually is pressed against the white fur of his wolf.
"Very promising." The King's eyes are glowing as Megumi squints at him, blurry through tears. "Continue."
Uraume presses against his stomach, then his groin, and when he goes further, hand ghosting through his pubic hair, Megumi can't stop a sharp gasp escaping him.
"Ah." Uraume says. "He must be a virgin."
"Be even more careful, then."
"Yes, my King." Carefully Uraume finds his clitoris and pulls back the hood and rubs it with their frozen fingers.
"Fuck, ow, ow, ow!" Megumi's head slams back. With his chest there was a perverse pleasure with the pain, but this was pure agony. "You said it wouldn't hurt!" He snaps as a last resort, gritting his teeth as his muscles seize.
Uraume pauses, fingers staying on their clit, Megumi continuing to curse, tears flowing freely.
"Let me." The King says, and Uraume withdraws immediately and Megumi gasps in relief, his body going limp.
The King presses two fingers on-top of the hood, circling it slowly and gently. It's fucking hot and almost too much, but too soon Megumi's breath wavers with pleasure. He feels his traitorous body start to react, his hole clench, and start to leak.
The King smiles. "Look how he responds to me."
Megumi grits his teeth looking away. He knows, has heard stories how a woman can climax while being assaulted, even against her will. Even as she screams for it to stop. It's cold comfort as his own body seems to sing at the King's lightest touch. He breathes through his nose trying to think of something, anything else. He thinks of sitting beside Tsumiki's bed, watching the sun rise with the white dog by his side. How often he'd tried his best to describe it to her, the colour, the clouds, attempting his best metaphors to really get it across.
But the fucked up pleasure is too loud, forcing itself to the front of his mind even as he tries to force it away. He gasps out a sob, his chest shuddering as he begins to cry with earnest. I don't want this. I hate this. But his body disagrees, sensation building in his gut, pleasure spreading through him easily.
The King hushes him like one would a dog, one of his hands cupping Megumi's face to wipe the tears from his face.
"You're doing very well, Megumi." He murmurs, another hand rubbing his chest, before focusing on a nipple. Disgust rushes through him at his chest being touched at all nonetheless it feels good. He sobs harder trying to jerk away to no effect as the King continues to twist and pull, so, so hot, so different from Uraume.
They were right of course, about his virginity. He couldn't risk being discovered, shoving feelings blooming for attractive strangers deep inside him. Tsumiki, he had always bargained, she took precedence anyway. And he himself never touched himself. Couldn't risk it, he argued, not even sure where to start even if he wanted to.
And yet for his body, so foreign to even him being played effortlessly like an instrument, not by some beautiful lover but a curse . He's furious at himself, trying to shove the building tension down even as his gasps turn to moans. He doesn't even know what climax feels like but he knows what it is. What this heady pleasure is being worked towards. He tries to distract himself, grasping at thoughts. Cold things, rotting fruit, Naoya. He thinks of his white Shikigami, how it had once been, nuzzling at his palm, ever by his side, and what it was now, split bones and bloody fur.
"Look," the King says, delighted. "So much energy. And we're only beginning. Here— how about this, Megumi?"
His breath catches and his eyes shoot open as he feels something new. Hotter, wet, lathing at his nipple. He whips his head to glance at his chest to see the King's palm opening up to a mouth, its smile perverted as it wets his nipple, moistening between pinches.
"Oh for fucks sake" he grits out, is there anywhere else the fucking demon had a mouth.
The pleasure builds up, too high, too much as Megumi tries to twist to release some energy inside him. The pressure is achingly familiar, even if the pleasure isn't, he feels like he's about to piss. Now? This is not the time! He doesn't even want to think about what the King of Curses will do if he pisses on his hand. Still, it is blisteringly painful and refuses to be held as Megumi gasps against it. If there is an afterlife at least I'll have a funny story . He thinks wryly, eyes squeezed shut, as the pressure bursts.
His head is thrown back and to his cunt clenches and releases in quick succession, pleasure shooting through his entire body shaking and twisting through, shocks tightening his muscles before easing. The King continues to assault him, seemingly prolonging the orgasm until it turns from pleasure to pain and Megumi gasps for him to stop.
The King's hands still and Megumi shivers gasping, realizing belatedly he didn't piss himself, only to squeak as something wet and hot licks up at his cunt. As Megumi's head slams backwards, the sensation too much as he clenches on nothing. Another fucking mouth he thinks hysterically. Megumi wonders distractedly if the King has a monopoly on mouths among curses, as the tongue begins to lick elsewhere, his outer lips and up his thigh, triggering aftershocks he grits his teeth through. He can see his own cursed energy, he thinks, a dim lavender. The King sighs.
"Delicious. Perfect."
Megumi makes a sound of disgust, certain it's unsanitary, even for a curse. Still he's exhausted, he didn't know cumming took that much energy. More importantly he's done, and he wasn't even penetrated. A cold comfort but one all the same. His body aches for sleep, let them bind him and cage him, whatever they do, he's certain he can sleep through it.
He sighs as his body seems to settle itself, his eyes drifting shut. He hears a low groan, then a cranking sound and feels his ankles begin to lift to the ceiling and his eyes fly open.
"Fucking shit!"
It raises his ass, spreading his thighs and exposing him completely. Fuck. They aren't done. They aren't done. They aren't done.
"Oh fuck me." Wincing at his choice of phrasing, before he grits his teeth and growls, shaking his head in frustration.
"Silence yourself," Uraume hisses. "You can show us your cursed energy without all this fuss. You make our work difficult with your crying."
"No," the King says, and Uraume flinches, "Let him. His voice is pleasant to me. And something new to these empty halls."
The hand cupping his cheek pulls away to reveal another mouth lapping Megumi's tears, smearing saliva in their place. He figures he should expect them at this rate. The mouth makes a noise, made loud by proximity to his ear, and it sounds something akin to purring. Megumi faces away, making another sound of disgust.
Having turned away from the mouth he faces Uraume, who is rubbing their fingers together, coating them with something shiny that smells powerfully medicinal.
Megumi lets out a half-hearted sob. "Tell me that's not going where I think it is." His voice higher pitched, a half hysterical laugh bubbling from his chest.
Uraume goes between his legs and he decides it's best not to look, when there's a pause.
"Is there a problem?"
"No, but his hymen is still intact." They say reluctantly.
Megumi bursts into nervous laughter, that this, this , is what gives them pause. After assaulting him so thoroughly, his so-called marker of virginity, makes them balk.
One of the King's eyes fix on Megumi as he continues to giggle. "Then allow me."
Uraume again aquiesses immediately, allowing the king's hand to move lower circling Megumi's hole.
Megumi can't help himself, he snorts, eyes rolling as he continues to giggle. "This is going to fucking hurt."
"Hush, you need to relax." The King says slowly circling it, his other hand lowering to gently massage his lower abdomen. "If you relax it won't hurt, you should already have loosened considerably."
Megumi barks out a laugh, he hasn't laughed this hard in years and yet he can't stop. He's trembling and scared out of his mind, and yet he can't stop laughing. "Your fingers are huge." Megumi gasps out his laughter intermittently with sobs.
The King frowns, "then relax." He says.
Uraume's eyes dart between Megumi's hysterics and the King. "My King, my hands are smaller." They offer.
The King huffs, but doesn't answer, his eyes fixed on Megumi. "Relax." He repeats, as his finger eases in achingly slow.
Megumi giggles again, eyes squeezed shut, waiting for the tearing he's heard so much about, for the painful burn as he's forced open, but it's strangely absent, a low aching stretch is all he feels. He forces his eyes open, staring in awe at the king, managing a shaky "oh." The King grins.
It doesn't hurt, but his insides are still sensitive as they flutter around the intrusion, though not unpleasant, as he blinks quickly. His breathing speeds up as the King sinks in slowly. It doesn't feel particularly good, but he's so relieved it doesn't hurt he allows himself to relax. A relieved sigh escaping him, his head falling back. He's so terrified he'll take what he can get. The King begins feeling around his insides, petting idly until he finds what he's looking for, an arc of pleasure shooting through Megumi with a gasp. He begins to shove against it with assured speed and Megumi arches; he's still recovering and the King wants him to cum again. It quickly begins to feel overwhelming as the King presses hard against that spot, pumping his finger in and out. Megumi grits his teeth as his body starts up again, the pressure building faster as Megumi writhes. Too much, too much, too much and yet the King pushes him through another climax, his muscles jerking and twisting against his will as Megumi lets out an uninterrupted string of curses.
Megumi doesn't think one is supposed to cum so quickly in succession, it feels wrong, like his body is working against him. He's gasping as his body quivers, teeth gritted in concentration as tears fall anew.
The King's finger is inside of him and Megumi feels violated and used, even as his hole clutches greedily to it. He wants it out now. His relief at the absence of pain quickly turned to vitriol at his hole being abused against his will.
When Megumi's body stills the King starts thrusting again and this time Megumi thrashes.
"Enough! Too much stop, please, it's too much I can't, I can't—" he begins to babble, his pride thrown away for his oversensitive insides. The pleasure is a long forgotten dream because it is painful and he's gasping out sobs.
"You can." The King insists pressing his palm to his clit as Megumi howls with the pain being two fold now. The King is relentless as Megumi's pleas bleed into unintelligible cries, his words lost to pain. It takes even longer than the first time for Megumi to climax again, his body twitching and jerking against his will, crying as his body his shitty, weak, traitorous body cums again.
Blearily Megumi wishes he could summon mouths on his body because he knows exactly where he would put it and what he would do with the ability.
"Give me some lubricant." The King says and unlike themselves, Uraume does not immediately acquiesce. "Do you not agree?"
"No," Uraume says hastily. "No, I— of course I-I agree."
"I am his master and trainer and it is I who sees he hasn't met his limit yet, give me the lubricant." He repeats and Uraume moves and returns with the medicinal substance. The King withdraws his finger and Megumi sobs pathetically even as his hole clenches at the emptiness.
The King lubricates his middle finger. "There are many things I enjoy about the female form, but by far my favourite is its ability to have successive orgasms unassisted."
Megumi groans and despite everything that has happened to him it twists his gut to be called female.
The King returns his pointer finger into his cunt and then the King is pressing his middle finger against Megumi's ass. He clenches ineffectually as the slippery digit is forced deeper inside.
And then the King is thrusting, a finger in his cunt and ass and a thumb rubbing his clit and toomuchtoomuchtoomuch. The sensation is drowning him. Surely he is drowning as it engulfs and surrounds him, shoving the pressure up, up his cunt and stomach and lungs and he can't even breathe because the pressure is overwhelming so he just stills, every muscle in his body wound tighter than he thought possible.
The King rakes his nails down Megumi's stomach, shocking him to gasp, his eyes flying open.
"Keep breathing, Megumi," the King says. "Feel this. Every part of this."
The finger in his ass is fully inside him, the same depth as the one in his cunt and the King begins to stroke and though the previous orgasms felt like the King was coaxing them free, his body hesitant, though ultimately willing, this feels like the King is ripping it out, dragging his climax kicking and screaming until it is free even as Megumi's body protested.
And Megumi isn't even sobbing anymore, he's just gasping as the King shoves pressure deeper inside of him, impossibly deeper, even as his body seems to resist. The previous climaxes, though they became successively more painful than pleasurable, at least they did feel pleasurable. But this, this. It was pure pain and yet despite it being purely agony it felt like the King was hellbent on tearing an orgasm from him despite even his body's complaints.
Even though it feels like his insides are on fire the King succeeds and Megumi cums, his body spasming uncontrollably, the tension releasing in what feels like an explosion inside him. He feels something twist and suddenly his cunt is pouring out liquid, it feels wrong and foreign and distressing on top of everything. The only joy is the building of pain has stopped as his body jerks and twists itself, the tension easing as Megumi whimpers pathetically. Cursed energy spills out from him, sparkling, clear and vibrant, a violent violet, and it tumbles onto the floor forming a curse. It twists, covered in jaws.
"PllllleesAaasee," it moans. "PlllLLeassSssee mmmmmMoooore."
The King smirks to himself as he flattens it. "It is as I hoped," he says. "You're perfect, my Megumi."
He tugs his hand free in one smooth motion. Too fast. Too quick. Megumi whines pathetically at the emptiness, his cunt and ass flexing against nothing. His body has had enough, it seems, as his head lolls back and he feels his consciousness withdrawing, darkness closing around his vision.
And in the dark, a quiet voice cries out, one he thought he buried long ago.
Tsumiki. Please wake up! Don't leave me alone! Don't leave me here! Help me!
But she is still asleep in the Zen-in household, while Megumi is here, with the Demon King. And Megumi is falling.
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