-Malleus-
I stared blankly at the ceiling, only giving a side glance from time to time at the new weight on my chest.
Unlike the last few times, I woke up without soreness or fatigue. Not even a small headache remained, even if I knew I had overused my Eyes against that Cursed Spirit.
Kuroki was not dying anymore. Instead, she was merely resting on my chest. I had lifted the blanket earlier to notice the hole on her stomach was completely gone, leaving healthy skin and muscle, if slightly discolored into a lighter shade of greyish black.
We were both back, alive, and by the loud cheer I could hear through the thin walls, the people outside were in a great mood.
The curse was dead. Kuroki and I were alive.
And I knew that I was not the one who killed that curse.
A few feet from the bedroll was my shattered sword. Even the small fragments of it remained on a small cloth. Though the grip and crossguard may be salvageable, the blade is simply too cracked for repairs.
The same sword that broke off one of the Oni's horns before exploding into fragments and letting me experience the agony that was getting my organs turned into paste, and bones into fine dust.
Staring at everything at once, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
''Why?'' I asked, feeling Kuroki shuffle slightly, but she didn't wake up.
Silence was my answer.
I was expecting a snarking remark. Maybe an annoyed huff. Heck, a pair of long black nails clawing into my flesh as 'payment' would have been a lot more normal.
But no.
The sound of a door sliding softly made me pause my thoughts. Without even lifting my head, I saw Chief Orikita step into the room, dressed in a simple earth-colored robe that clung tightly to her hourglass curves while being open at the sides, leaving her thighs, legs, and part of her torso exposed.
If memory served right, that was supposed to be a more 'formal' form of attire, because, of course, for Oni, formal meant 'covering the tiniest amount of extra skin'.
The Oni's maroon eyes stayed on my form for a few seconds. Her lips were pursed, as if she didn't know what to say.
Orikita side-glanced her still sleeping daughter and whispered. ''Dehorned one… You are awake.''
''Indeed,'' I whispered back.
Kuroki shuffled again, her head nuzzling my collarbone as her horns poked my chin softly. She had a great sense of hearing; even while speaking softly, it seemed like the bare minimum of sound would wake her up.
''It's still early in the morn. Those fools kept partying all night after you came back…'' Orikita paused, her fists tightened as they pressed tightly to her body. ''Or, specifically, since she came back. Using your body like a meat-suit.''
My breath hitched for a moment before I relaxed. After all, if Orikita deemed that I was too much of a threat for having some sort of ancient Oni inside my soul, she would not have placed me right next to her daughter on a bed. So, this must be about something else.
''Do you know… anything, about her?'' I raised an eyebrow, grinning sheepishly. ''Besides insults, the odd advice here and there, and some… tendencies, she doesn't really speak about herself.''
Besides my mythological knowledge, I really didn't know Sukuna at all, and I doubted she was one to take the time to have tea and a chat.
Orikita snorted after a pause, then froze, as Kuroki yawned. The younger Oni's body turned to the side, making me able to slip free from the embrace she had been putting me in without waking her up.
With a sigh of relief, Orikita's glance went back to me. ''I know… a thing or two. Follow me once you're ready. Better let her rest.''
With that said, the chief turned around and left the room, letting me freshen up, considering I have been unconscious for a while…
For some reason, I didn't stink like I think I would.
Turning around to the sleeping Kuroki once more, I resisted the urge to snort as I saw her hugging and burying her face in the pillow I was using.
Shaking my head, I turned to leave the room.
And even if the curse inside me was silent, I swallowed down that stupid sense of 'pride' that came with my Devil instincts.
''Thank you, Sukuna.'' I whispered so softly that the words may as well never have left my mouth. ''…You're still a person I would never choose as a roommate, but still, thanks.''
I chuckled at my own joke as I stepped into the hallway in search of the older Oni.
Instead of her office, we used the dining room. Just like she said, it was still too early, and while the storm was long gone, the sky outside was still dark.
''Now… Where should I start?'' Orikita hums, sitting cross-legged on the floor while scratching her chin. ''Dehorned one… how long has the Queen been using you as host?''
'Queen?' I blinked, confused. ''…A few days. I'll say a bit more than a week.''
''And she spoke to you? Willingly?'' She frowned.
''More or less?'' I shrugged. ''We made a Binding Vow. If I prove to be entertaining enough, she'll help me deal with… someone.''
Orikita took a deep breath. Her stare got pointed, and her shoulders tensed. ''And just how much control does she have over your body?''
I made a so-so motion with my hand. ''In theory, we share on a fifty-fifty basis, but sometimes she does whatever she wants. She can, however, take control of my body forcefully for a time.''
''More than I expected…'' The Oni whispered to herself before raising an eyebrow. ''And how much do you know about Ryomen Sukuna exactly?''
'Again with titles… Ryomen?' If I remembered correctly, that should mean two-faced.
''Besides some sort of Buddha mythological figure I read about as an infant… Basically nothing.'' I paused, making my face scrunch up. ''…I know she's a sadist and a cannibal. Remember this?''
I lifted one hand, pointing at the previously bandaged finger that was now whole again, once more, thanks to the curse. ''My finger was missing before going on the mission to kill that curse. Well, she ate it.''
Orikita blinked, looking between my closed eyes and the healthy finger. She seemed surprised about something, but she didn't comment further on it. Instead, she cleared her throat.
''Then… let me tell you what I know.'' Orikita grinned forcefully. ''Ryomen Sukuna… she was a fearsome figure that existed around a thousand years ago. Some called her 'The Fallen Angel'… though, those who did got quickly erased off the map if I remember correctly.''
I blinked. 'Sounds in character.'
''However, there was one more title that stuck even after her… disappearance. The Queen of Curses. A 'monster' with four arms and two faces, who terrorized the land merely because of boredom.'' Orikita paused, a tinge of green appeared on her face, and she even shuddered. ''…Entire villages of Yokai and Sorcerers could be gobbled up in less than a week.''
…You know, I was a bit hungry when I got out of bed.
Not anymore.
''You seem to know… an awful lot. You knew her personally?'' I questioned.
And now she looked at me strangely, as if processing my words. ''Dehorned one… I won't question your origin, but this is a tale almost every Yokai out there knows. Especially the Oni.''
''Because she's one of them—us.'' I 'guessed'.
''Indeed.'' Orikita nodded.
''How strong was she?'' I frowned, digits tapping nervously against my leg. ''To have basically everyone know about her even a thousand years down the line... She must have been amongst the peak, surely?''
A pause, and then an amused chuckle came from her, much to my confusion.
''Dehorned one…'' Orikita's smile went wider, as if relishing a memory. ''Ryomen Sukuna was the peak.''
My entire body froze, as if a bucket of ice-cold water fell down my back. ''Then…?''
''Then how did she die? That is what you are asking, right?'' I nodded in silent shock. ''I believe there was a tale of sorts, but the abbreviated version of it would be…''
''The Queen of Curses was one day condemned by the heavens themselves for her many crimes. She was to prostrate and accept the judgment cast by the Divine. Yet, the Queen boldly claimed…
''What difference is there if the ones who condemn me are down below the earth, or high among the heavens? I shall end both lives and feast on their corpses.''
Orikita huffed. ''Which was the same as calling the Gods mere mortals with a louder voice.''
'Many flowery words to say that riffraff is still riffraff.'
I resisted the urge to snort.
''The Shinto, of course, could not let such an insult come to pass. So, lower to the earth-realm they did…'' She raised seven fingers. ''Seven days, and seven nights. The storms born out of the combined efforts of the Fujin, Raijin, and Susanoo-no-Mikoto were not enough to strike her down. Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto was next, yet even with coldness that could freeze the region a thousand times over, she failed under the Queen's unrelenting force.''
''Lastly, Amaterasu-Orikami's flames went toe to toe against the Queen's Youki, but fell so slightly short once her Shrine was fully unleashed…'' Each word that came out of Orikita's mouth made my body twitch. A deep part of me was fascinated, while the vast majority of it was terrified. ''…It took the Creator's own efforts to put the Curse down, and even then, the strength of her soul was so vile and unrelenting that not even Yomi could bend and break it. Instead, it was divided by a masterful Sorceress, who put her into twenty different vessels… Her Fingers.''
I just couldn't wrap my head around just how strong someone had to be. If the tale wasn't exaggerated, Sukuna beat a storm made by a God of Wind, a God of Thunder, and a God of Storms. Pushed through the unrelenting coldness coming from the God of the Moon, and then beat the flames of a Goddess of the Sun.
'The Creators'' in this case… it must be referring to Izanagi-no-Mikoto and Izanami-no-Mikoto. Or better referred to as The Ones who Invite. The Creators was not an undeserving title, considering they were supposed to be the primordial gods of the Shinto Pantheon.
And they had to seal her soul in multiple vessels?
''So, there's eighteen more fingers out there…?'' I hummed.
Orikita looked at me strangely before clearing her throat. ''I have to ask, Dehorned—''
''Please call me Malleus…'' I interrupted, raising a hand. ''I understand how it looks like, lending you my family name in such a way as I did to your spawn, but titles are simply not my thing.''
For some reason, that made Orikita's face split into a mischievous smile. Her maroon eyes glinted with… something I couldn't decipher before she nodded amicably.
''Of course, Malleus… As I was asking, did you somehow fuse your body with one of these 'fingers'?'' She asked, equally curious and baffled. ''Because the ability to do such a ritual successfully…''
''I swallowed it,'' I stated, a bit of anger slipping through my tone. ''Well, force-fed, but yes, I just ate it.''
''Swallowed it.'' Orikita blinked. ''You swallowed one of, if not the vilest curse in Yokai history?''
''Yu-p.''
…
Orikita took a deep breath, muttering something I didn't bother to decipher before taking something from a pocket in her robes. My eyes widened as the object was slid directly in front of me with only a smidge of hesitation.
It was that long, mummified finger with a very recognizable, very pointy black nail.
One of Sukuna's fingers.
''Like I told you… These objects have a shard of Sukuna's very soul within them, along with the putrid, cursed energy of the Curse herself.'' Orikita explained, her fists clenched as she lowered her gaze. ''That curse, the one who made this snow storm… It had this finger, did it not?''
I frowned and decided to open my eyes to stare directly into the woman's own. However, her gaze kept low on the table, and she was ashamed.
''It did,'' I confirmed. ''Why do you ask?''
''…Curses, if they absorb a powerful Cursed Object like this, they would become much stronger than they should.'' Orikita bowed her head, her tone clipped. ''Unknowingly, I sent you and my daughter to their deaths. There are no words that I could use to apologize for this slight, Malleus.''
Staring directly at her—through her, I shrugged. ''We are alive, are we not?''
''!'' Orikita's head raised so fast it may have given her neck whiplash; her eyes were wide with surprise and astonishment.
''If you're really so apologetical, then answer me this, Orikita…'' I interrupted, overpowering her senseless apologies with a demand.
Apparently, I'll have to get used to this, because people couldn't just take an 'alright, apology accepted'.
''What happened with that Curse was nothing short of shameful, to the point a foolish—and incredibly prideful—part of me would have preferred to die over being saved by Sukuna a second time,'' I explained, tapping my fingers against the rugged wood of the table. ''I need… better control over my Cursed Energy. Do you think there's a proper way, or a specific training that could help with that?
The sound of a door sliding open made me freeze.
''My… I hope I'm not interrupting something…~''
On the door stood Orikita, the taller Oni had an impish grin on her face. Her grey skin was slightly darker at the cheeks and chest, making me believe she was drunk. Not to mention, her Yukata was pulled down at the shoulders, revealing a large cleavage window to the point that the cloth may slip with one wrong move.
''Mother…?'' Kuroki panted, confused.
''Oh, don't worry, daughter of mine. I only wish to express my gratitude and… have a taste~'' Orikita chuckled hungrily as she sauntered into the room, her hips doing exaggerated notions with every step as her hands went to the rims of her earth-colored yukata. ''Besides, take this as another lesson of mine… I'll teach you how to please a man.''
My whole body tensed as I strained my neck to look at the even taller Oni. Her eyes were lit with lust as her clothing dropped, revealing a well-built frame, yet slightly softer curves than her daughter's.
Kuroki hesitated before hugging me close and pressing me against her mother's body. And now, my head was between Kuroki's covered cleavage and Orikita's naked underboob, with the latter woman cooing wantonly as my hand went directly to her rear, squeezing tightly.
''I believe that's a yes…~'' Orikita whispered.
''Hm…'' Kuroki nodded along, her hungry red gaze somehow getting ever more excited than before.
How could I say no? There was no man on earth who could resist such a thing.
I groaned, feeling the amazing softness against my twitching cock.
''See, daughter?'' Orikita cooed. ''Men, no matter their strength, would always enjoy the plushiness and comfort of soft flesh…''
''Kuroki sees… Malleus… twitching.'' The younger Oni replied, panting softly.
Both Oni were completely naked and displaying their curves. Mother and daughter were using their breasts to engulf my cock, rocking back and forth with panting breaths as the flesh of their combined bosoms pushed together.
Kuroki had the smaller breasts; that's not to say she had a small chest, but her mother's were certainly bigger. However, her flesh was firmer, while Orikita's was softer. Something that also reflected on their twitching nipples, with Kuroki's being harder and Orikita's being puffier.
''That's right… Now, if you add a bit of 'lube'… ahhh~'' While staring right into my eyes, Orikita let globs of clear, cold, youki-infused-saliva, drop into the head of my cock. ''You too, daughter~''
''Ahhh…~'' As told, Kuroki repeated the act with her own Youki.
I gripped the bedding tightly as a sudden mix of hot and cold hit my member all over. That, along with the sudden slippery sensation of the women's breasts, was a bit too much for me to handle. At this rate, I was going to finish…
''Enough.'' I half-groaned, half-scoffed with a pointed stare. Much to the mother's amusement.
''Ohh~ Our dear male is angry, daughter.'' Orikita teased as I was freed from the soft flesh prison. ''Male Oni get progressively more ferocious on acts of passion, you see…''
Kuroki, blankly, tilted her head. A notion that was equally cute as it was hot, considering her exposed, slippery breasts. ''Kuroki… did wrong?''
''Not at all~'' Orikita reassured with a grin. ''It's just—Oh, my…''
The effect of both women's Youki-infused saliva felt equally numbing as it was nerve-wracking on my shaft. With a forceful hand, I pushed Kuroki onto the bedding, making me pause to admire her perky, full rear.
She was clean-shaven, with her pretty greyish folds dripping with arousal.
My slight hesitation went out the window as Kuroki pushed her face further into the bedding, and her perfect, round rear higher into the air. She stared back at me with a purple dusting on her cheeks, her hands spreading her ass-cheeks, showing me her twitching holes.
''Malleus…'' Kuroki pleaded.
I kneaded her ass with one hand, keeping my grip tight on her hip as I aligned my cock with her wet entrance. Just her folds felt like they were burning already. Without a hint of restraint, I pushed myself deep, feeling almost my entire shaft be engulfed in tightness and heat I had never felt before.
''Ahh~! M-Malleus!'' Kuroki didn't whisper, nor mutter. She moaned. Her mouth was open in an O, as her eyes crossed. Even through the small bead of blood I saw exiting from her entrance, the fact that this was the biggest reaction I ever got from the woman was an incredible turn on. ''Don't… Kuroki can take it… More… please.''
Biting my lower lip, I let out a soft moan as I pushed myself further until I hilted myself inside her, and just like she asked me to, I started thrusting without holding back.
''Kuroki…'' I muttered, pushing my chest onto her back to keep her in place. One of my hands grabbed her shoulder, and even latched onto her neck. ''Look at me, now.''
The Oni obeyed instantly. Her ass-up, face-down position changed as her back and neck arched backwards just as I felt my tip hit a bundle of nerves deep inside her, considering the loud moan and sudden tightness clutching my member like it wanted to strangle it.
Kuroki looked at me with an open mouth and cloudy eyes. I pushed my lips into hers even as her horns poked my neck. Our muffled moans could barely be heard over the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. The exertion of the position sent a painful burn through my hips that mixed deliciously with the pleasure of the act.
Iddly, I could also pick up the sound of soft moans and shckling. With my eyes, even if she wasn't directly in front of me, I noticed Orikita containing her moans as she fingered herself to the sight of me ruthlessly pounding her daughter from behind.
And seriously, that shouldn't be the turn on that it was.
As I thrusted one final time deep inside the charcoal-skinned Oni, I freed her mouth to listen to a particularly loud moan of pleasure as Kuroki's body contracted and her eyes crossed completely. The extra tightness on my cock sent me over the edge, and I had a half-second enlightenment to actually pull out as rope after rope of cloudy white cum spurted across the Oni's perky ass and arched back.
With pants of exhaustion, I felt Kuroki collapse, and I took the time to admire the way her body was covered by not only my load, but a thin layer of sweat, while her twitching pussy leaked onto the bedding, and soft moans escaped past the usually stoic Oni's mouth.
''Hey there…'' Before I could catch my breath, I felt a hand envelop my waist and directly start stroking my still half-hard, yet very sensitive cock. ''Surely, you have something for me too…?''
Orikita stared down at me with a hungry, needy gleam in her eyes. Her softer body hugged mine while her mouth cooed softly against my ear. I felt my member go back to full hardness at the prospect of claiming the mother right after the daughter.
''So energetic…'' Orikita praised, stroking my hard cock while grinding her dripping and puffy mound against my body. ''Now… show this old lady some of that ruthlessness~''
I was all too eager to comply.
…
''Yes! Claim this old Oni! Ohh~!'' Orikita moaned as I grabbed onto her legs tightly, pushing my body weight onto hers and using her breasts as pillows while I plowed her cunt. ''Show a lesson to this teasing hag with your manhood~!''
With a grunt, I smacked the woman's ass, making her pussy clench against my shaft as her next moan was muffled by her teeth pressing together.
Unlike Kuroki, her mother's body was that much softer. That wasn't to say the woman wasn't ripped, considering the hardness of her abs against my stomach, only that her plumper figure gave her a bit more… leverage to grab and squeeze.
Her cunt was topped with a small tuft of raven-black hair, and while her folds were not as tight as Kuroki's, they made up for it by being incredibly wet, and much cooler than hers, sending a shiver down my spine with each rough thrust.
''Do you feel your stress melting with every thrust, you—Mhn?!'' I pushed further, claiming the woman's lips as her breasts enveloped my neck and shoulders. The more experienced woman took the challenge for what it was and swirled her tongue around mine in a fight for dominance. ''Mhn—Yes!—It's been so long since I devoured a male~! Let this old woman have a proper taste!''
I grunted, feeling that tightness rise in my stomach as my cock twitched. ''Orikita—!''
Suddenly, the woman's legs tied tightly to my hips. Looking at her eyes, her pleasured expression was mixed with mischief as her arms took hold of my back, forcing me to thrust even deeper into her.
''You couldn't expect to claim my daughter—Ahn!—And leave without leaving a heir to take her place, did you~?'' The woman moaned. Her shocking words only served to make my heart beat all the faster. ''D-do it! Put a spawn in me! Seed my fields after fucking my daughter~!''
''…Fine!'' I grunted, holding onto her soft yet firm body tightly. With one last thrust, I sheathed myself completely inside. ''Then get pregnant with your daughter's mate seed, you lousy chief!''
''OHHHH~!'' Orikita's body quivered, and not unlike her daughter, her sight crossed as I felt my cock pump copiously deep inside her baby room. Her cunt welcomed the load by milking every drop off my shaft as I roughly kissed the twitching woman. ''Mhnn… Muah… What powerful virility… To make my body crave an heir… at my age… haa~''
With some effort, I managed to free myself from the soft prison that was Orikita's body. I was a bit disgruntled that she basically forced me to possibly put a child inside her womb. So, with a pointed stare and a clipped tone, I spoke.
''You're way too bold, chief...'' I managed to say without my breath failing me. ''Make up for it by cleaning me up. Now.''
Orikita's eyes sparkled with recognition that went through her orgasmic cloudiness as she sat on the bedding, with my load dripping down her folds. She eagerly started cleaning my softening shaft with her tongue, making sure to clean every nook and cranny.
''Mhmmm… To make me clean mine and my daughter's fluids off your shaft…'' I raised a curious eyebrow as Orikita pressed her twitching nose against my shaft and took a deep breath. ''Yesh… this is what a proper male reeks like… I'll definitely get pregnant…~''
I felt a shudder go down my spine as the words got me excited once more. However, I turned to look at Kuroki, who had something… vaguely resembling a pout on her face.
''Not fair… Malleus… Kuroki too…'' She spoke softly, her fingers spread her folds as they dripped her arousal into the now ruined bedding. ''Inside… Malleus warmth. Deep inside.''
Orikita, from her place on her knees, swirled her tongue around my sack as she stroked my renewed and leaking cock further. ''Pop—Don't worry, daughter… I bet Malleus has much more pent-up frustrations to pump into our bodies…~''
'This woman…' I glared pointedly, but couldn't deny the fact.
…
That night, I was the most exhausted I've ever been, yet my body felt light, and I had a proper night of rest between two soft bodies that embraced me on each side.
Beats falling asleep via unconsciousness by miles, that was for sure.
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Author's Note:
Eyyyy, we got lewds! (That didn't take long)
Anyway, in this chapter, we can see a bit of WHY Sukuna is somewhat different than the Canon one.
From what I know/get, there were basically no good challenges for Sukuna back in the Heian era. No Ten Shadows user, no Six-Eyed Limitless Sugawara (or Gojo). He was the peak, and that's fucking boring.
When you shove DxD in the mix, however, there are definitely people stronger than JJK Sukuna (and even stronger than THIS version of her). So, instead of getting bored and sealing herself in twenty different pieces, she was defeated. KILLED in relentless combat against the top OG's of the Shinto Pantheon. At an age (The Heian era), where the people's belief and their strength in the Kami were at an all-time high.
So, Sukuna died. She lost, even if her soul was restless, unlike in canon, where it went away 'peacefully'.
Because in canon, it was Sukuna's ideals against Yuji's own, and the former lost, making him think that ''hey, I may have been wrong after all!''
This Sukuna did not get such a thing, because it was the oppressive 'high and mighty' from the Gods against her ideals. That's why she remembers them with disdain or annoyance... except for Susanoo.
We may get to explore that in the future.
In short, Sukuna's ''softer'', but that softness may as well be putting a pillow up to protect you from a buzzsaw, kek.
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