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“I’m with child.”
Sukuna paused, the chopsticks hanging in the air. The meat pinched between them was still warm, accompanied by a cup of sake. The meal had been delicious so far, the miko from the shrine having a purity and softness to her skin that he could compare to a young lamb. An offering to his name, if for the shrine’s own survival—but no less delicious.
Uraume sat parallel to him, their hands placidly resting on their lap. A single cup of tea on the table in front of them, always with a small appetite. Their legs were tucked dutifully beneath them, a formal seiza position in reverence to their master. Sukuna finally brought the meat to his lips, opening his mouth and chewing thoughtfully. “…And it’s mine, I suppose.”
Uraume nodded, their lips pursing at the implication. “Well, you are the only one I lie with.” Sukuna was never one for sharing, after all. But even then, Uraume would have never even looked at anyone else, much less considered bedding them.
They belonged to Sukuna wholly, after all.
Sukuna swallowed, smacking his lips twice before he sighed, finally taking proper pause in eating. The meal was delicious, mind you, but this was probably a conversation he needed to focus on. “I see…and here I was hoping that it had been some divine conception.” In a way, both supposed that it was, considering Sukuna’s status and power. But then again, being fucked hard against the plush futon of the bedroom until the late morning light barely counted for anything divine, really.
Sukuna turned his attention to Uraume, raising a brow. “…Don’t tell me you intend to keep it.” He had grown fond of the shorter sorcerer, an intriguing blend of stoicism and obedience, of power and passion. That coupled with their skills in the kitchen was one of the many reasons why Sukuna even bedded them in the first place—it would have been such a shame if his cook had chosen such folly.
But as always, when it came to Uraume, Sukuna really had nothing to worry about. With a dainty hand, they picked up their cup and brought it to their lips. “If you do not wish for it, consider it dead.” They shrugged, sipping on their tea gracefully. Their face would have near been angelic, porcelain skin and haunting, sharp red eyes. But with the deep malice that welled in their soul, the demons of hell would have frozen over from their gaze alone.
Sukuna hummed in approval, a smirk on his face. That’s why he liked Uraume; they understood why it wouldn’t do anyone any favors if they carried a usurper to term. He picked up a slab of meat from the large spread, seasoned to perfection in thanks to the sorcerer in front of him. “That’s good. There’s a tea for that, isn’t there? Should I get the healers to prepare it, or will you?”
Uraume placed the cup back down, finally a small smile appearing on their lips. “Actually, I have an idea…” With how pale they were, there was little warmth to be seen on their being. Barely any ruddiness was on their cheeks, their skin seemingly translucent—save for the pinkness of their lips, which Sukuna had found himself time and time again staring at.
Peeling his gaze from Uraume’s smile, Sukuna made an inquisitive sound. “Oh? Come on then, out with it,” He paused to stuff another piece of meat into his mouth. The miko had been well cared for, the soft fat of her skin delectable. It was only Uraume who was able to wring these flavors from those he consumed, so he was more than willing to trust their ideas. Even if it included a potential child. “I haven’t got all day.”
Uraume lifted a hand to their stomach, where Sukuna’s seed was currently growing—festering into a child that would no doubt be just as monstrous as it’s father. Possibly even more so, a potential threat to Sukuna’s reign. The thought alone squashed any love Uraume had, but they were resourceful. Spinning an accident into a crafty blessing. “Master Sukuna, with your own abilities, there’s no doubt that it will also manifest into whatever child you bring into the world—”
“I’m well aware of my own powers. And?”
“What do you say to allowing this child to live—”
“HAAAAA?” Sukuna clicked his tongue in annoyance, his voice gravelly and sharp all at once; and what was that drivel of considering it dead—
“And consuming them once their technique manifests?” Uraume finally finished, their words matter of fact and just bordering on the edge of smug; the type of tone when you know you have a good idea.
Ah.
…Hm.
Now there’s an idea.
Sukuna pressed his lips together, considering the proposition. He tilted his head to the side, his lower set of arms crossing across his abdomen. “Hmm…I wouldn’t mind the idea. But what if the little brat gets your technique instead?” It’d be a waste of resources, waste of energy, a waste of time.
“I believe that with the strength of your powers, my own cursed technique would no doubt be swallowed up as well. The child would be yours, through and through.”
“And…you won’t feel any sort of attachment to the child?”
“Master Sukuna, do I look like the matronly type?”
Sukuna barked out a laugh at that, Uraume’s sincere deadpanned tone never failing to amuse him. From the pleasing looks to the less than pleasing personality, it was little wonder why Sukuna found himself attached to the smaller sorcerer. Enough to keep them, enough to trust them, enough to bed them…
And enough to trust with his future meal.
Sukuna lifted his sake cup with one of his arms, Uraume mirroring him a moment afterwards. “Alright; a toast to my child, then!” He bellowed, his voice no doubt echoing through the halls of his palace. He could just imagine the frozen expressions of his servants, his property, hearing the news of his heir—only for them to simultaneous relax and recoil at the thought of Sukuna eating it.
Uraume didn’t laugh, nor was their smile kind. But their eyes were sharp, their tongue even sharper, and yet Sukuna could see the semblance of mirth hidden in their expression. Even with their apparent skill in the bedroom able to please him routinely without fail, it was truly their wit that kept them as Sukuna’s longest—and as of now only bedmate. And it was that same wit that satiated Sukuna’s aggravation, his annoyance at the thought of some inane brat that came from his own seed was to take his place.
No; so long as Sukuna had Uraume, he really had nothing to worry about.