Chapter 105: Claimed Before Dawn
The sharp scent of sulfur and sex still clung to Dante’s skin when Dabi stirred. He blinked, disoriented, in the vast crimson gloom of the bedroom. The colossal four-poster bed felt cavernous. Then the sounds registered: wet, rhythmic slaps, muffled grunts, a low, possessive growl that vibrated through the mattress.
He turned his head. Moonlight, pale and cold, sliced through a gap in the heavy velvet curtains, illuminating a tableau of raw power. Dante was on his hands and knees at the edge of the bed, his magnificent, obsidian-scaled wings flared wide, trembling with each impact. Behind him, Sukuna knelt, powerful thighs driving forward with brutal, unrelenting force. Dante’s back was a canvas of sweat and tension, muscles rippling under intricate tattoos. Sukuna’s cursed markings pulsed with a deep, crimson light with every deep, grinding thrust, bathing their tangled forms in an eerie, predatory glow. One of Sukuna’s massive hands was fisted in Dante’s hair, wrenching his head back, exposing the long line of his throat. The other gripped Dante’s hip hard enough to bruise even demon flesh.
"Fuck… Ry…" Dante gasped, the sound ragged, torn between pain and something deeper, darker. His wings shuddered.
"Taking it," Sukuna grunted, his voice thick with exertion and ownership. He slammed in hard, bottoming out, making Dante cry out, a raw, guttural sound that scraped the air. Sukuna’s crimson eyes, burning like banked coals, flickered past Dante’s heaving shoulder. He locked onto Dabi, who lay frozen, transfixed by the primal violence of the act. A cruel, challenging smirk twisted Sukuna’s lips. "Enjoying the show, pretty boy?" he rasped, never slowing the punishing rhythm. The wet slap of flesh against flesh was obscenely loud. "Or you wanna join in?" Dante whimpered, pushing back against Sukuna’s thrusts, his own cock hard and dripping onto the rumpled silk sheets.
Dabi’s throat tightened. Fear warred with a reckless, undeniable pull. He’d seen Dante command rooms, bend wills, radiate an untouchable aura. Seeing him like this – mastered, used, radiating a desperate, submissive heat – was a drug. He pushed himself up on one elbow, the sheet pooling around his waist. His own arousal was a demanding ache. "Yeah," he managed, the word rough. "Yeah, I wanna join."
Sukuna’s smirk widened, predatory. "Get over here." Dante moaned again, low and desperate, as Sukuna gave another brutal shove.
Dabi scrambled across the vast expanse of the bed, the cool silk chilling his heated skin. He moved behind Dante, close enough to feel the heat radiating from the demon prince’s body, to smell the salt-sweat and sex, to see the stretched, glistening rim where Sukuna’s thick cock pistoned in and out. Up close, the power radiating from Sukuna was almost suffocating, the cursed markings throbbing like living things. Dabi reached out, his fingers trembling slightly, tracing the tense muscle of Dante’s lower back, then lower, over the curve of his ass, skirting the point where Sukuna disappeared into him. Dante flinched, then pushed back harder against Sukuna, a wordless plea.
"Touch him," Sukuna commanded, his voice a guttural purr. He pulled almost entirely out, making Dante whine, then slammed back in, making the winged demon arch. "Show the pretty prince what you want."
Dabi’s hesitation evaporated under the raw command and the sight before him. He wrapped his hand around his own hard length, slicking it with pre-come. He positioned himself, his cockhead nudging against Dante’s entrance, stretched wide and wet from Sukuna’s possession. He pushed. The resistance was immense, Dante’s body clenched tight around Sukuna’s girth. Dabi pressed harder, groaning at the fierce, burning stretch as he forced himself into the tight space alongside Sukuna. Dante cried out, a sharp, startled sound that melted into a ragged moan. The sensation of being impossibly filled, stretched to his absolute limit by two demanding cocks, rocked through him. His wings flapped once, wildly, before settling into a tense tremor.
"Fuck, tight," Dabi hissed, sinking deeper, feeling the incredible heat, the relentless pulse of both Dante’s body and Sukuna’s thrusts beside him. He began to move, a tentative rhythm against Sukuna’s deeper, more powerful drives. The slide was slick, obscene, the dual penetration creating a friction that bordered on painful pleasure for all three.
It was then the bedroom door swung open. Adam stood frozen on the threshold, eyes wide, taking in the scene: Dante impaled front and back, wings flared, Sukuna dominating from behind, Dabi thrusting against Dante’s ass, all bathed in the hellish glow of Sukuna’s markings. Shock warred with something else on the angel’s face – a flicker of heat, quickly masked.
Sukuna didn’t pause. He chuckled, a dark, rumbling sound. "Well fuck me running," he growled, pulling Dante’s hair tighter, making the demon prince gasp. "Look what the cat dragged in. Feathers." He thrust hard, emphasizing his point. "Might as well join the party. Plenty of room." His crimson gaze raked over Adam’s stunned form. "Or you just gonna watch? Bit rude."
Adam swallowed hard, his usual composed mask shattered. He took a hesitant step into the room, the door clicking shut behind him. His eyes darted from the brutal coupling to Dante’s face, searching for… what? Protest? Permission? Dante’s eyes were half-lidded, glazed with overwhelming sensation, his breath coming in ragged pants. He offered no resistance, only a low groan as Dabi and Sukuna moved within him.
"Come on, Angel," Sukuna taunted, slowing his thrusts slightly. "Dante’s feeling generous. Aren’t you, Prince?" He gave Dante’s hair a sharp tug. Dante’s response was a choked moan, pushing back weakly.
Adam moved closer, drawn despite himself by the raw energy, the sheer wrongness and heat of it. He stopped beside the bed, his gaze fixed on Dante’s mouth, swollen from earlier kisses, parted on gasps. "Dante?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
Sukuna solved his indecision. With a grunt of effort, he hauled Dante backwards, pulling him almost off Dabi’s cock, causing both Dante and Dabi to cry out. He maneuvered Dante onto his back, pulling his legs wide apart, exposing his utterly ravished hole, slick and stretched, to Adam’s view. Sukuna kept his own cock buried deep, pinning Dante down. "His mouth’s free," Sukuna stated flatly, looking at Adam. "Put it to use. Or fuck off."
Adam’s resolve crumbled. He climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside Dante’s head. Dante looked up at him, eyes clouded, vulnerable in a way Adam had never seen. Without a word, Adam leaned down. He bypassed the offered cock Dabi was still stroking near Dante’s hip and instead captured Dante’s lips. The kiss was hesitant at first, then deepened, fueled by the charged atmosphere, the taste of salt and desperation on Dante’s mouth. Dante kissed back, needy, his hands lifting to tangle in Adam’s pale hair.
Sukuna watched for a moment, a dark satisfaction in his eyes. Then his gaze snapped to Dabi, who was still hovering, his cock hard and neglected. "You," Sukuna barked, the command cutting through the haze. "Turn around. Ass up. Now."
The shift was instantaneous. Sukuna’s focus, his raw dominance, zeroed in on Dabi. The younger man froze, a flicker of defiance warring with sudden, intense apprehension. Sukuna’s power was a physical weight. Dabi hesitated only a second, the memory of Sukuna’s strength, the sheer otherness radiating from him, overwhelming any bravado. He scrambled, turning his back to Sukuna, presenting himself, arching his spine, his hands gripping the silk sheets near Dante’s shoulder.
Sukuna didn’t waste time on finesse. He spat heavily into his palm, the sound crude and deliberate in the suddenly quiet room. He slicked his still-hard cock, glistening with Dante’s slick. He positioned himself behind Dabi, one large hand gripping the base of his spine, the other spreading his cheeks roughly. Dabi tensed, bracing.
There was no slow entry, no preparation beyond the crude spit. Sukuna shoved forward, the thick head forcing its way past the tight ring of muscle. Dabi screamed, a raw sound of shock and pain, his body jerking violently. It burned, a white-hot agony of intrusion. Sukuna growled, low and feral, and pushed deeper, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. He held there for a second, letting Dabi feel the impossible stretch, the brutal fullness.
"Tight fucking virgin ass," Sukuna grunted, giving an experimental roll of his hips that made Dabi sob into the sheets. "Gonna ruin you for anyone else." Then he started to fuck, hard and deep, each powerful thrust jolting Dabi forward, slamming his hips against Dante’s side. The wet slap of Sukuna’s balls against Dabi’s skin was loud, punctuated by Dabi’s choked gasps and whimpers. Sukuna set a punishing pace, focused solely on Dabi’s brutal claiming, his cursed markings flaring brighter with each deep plunge. He gripped Dabi’s hips like vices, fingers digging in, preventing any retreat, forcing him to take every inch.
Dante watched, his own body still filled by Adam’s tentative exploration of his mouth. A dark glint sparked in Dante’s eyes, watching Dabi being broken in, hearing his cries, seeing Sukuna’s primal dominance. Adam felt the shift, pulling back slightly, seeing the predatory focus return to Dante’s gaze. Dante pushed Adam away gently but firmly, breaking the kiss. He locked eyes with Adam, the vulnerability gone, replaced by a cool, commanding intensity that brooked no argument.
"Adam," Dante’s voice was a low rasp, roughened by Sukuna’s earlier use, but edged with steel. He shifted, leveraging himself against Sukuna’s still-deeply buried cock, wincing slightly but pushing through. His gaze travelled down Adam’s body, lingering on the prominent bulge in the angel’s trousers. "Pants off. Get on your back. Now."
The command landed with the weight of centuries. Adam, still reeling from the kiss and the violent energy of the room, found himself obeying without conscious thought. His hands fumbled with his belt, his fly, shoving his trousers and underwear down his legs. He scrambled onto his back beside Dante, his cock springing free, hard and flushed.
Dante turned, extracting himself from Sukuna’s grip with a wince and a slick sound. He swung his leg over Adam’s hips, straddling him. The movement was fluid, regal despite the circumstances. His wings mantled slightly, casting shadows. Dante spat into his own hand, slicking his cock, his eyes never leaving Adam’s. He positioned himself, the head nudging Adam’s entrance. Adam tensed, unprepared, his eyes wide.
"No prep?" Adam breathed, a flicker of fear returning.
Dante leaned down, his face inches from Adam’s. The scent of sulfur and sex was overwhelming. "You don't need prep, do you, Angel?" he murmured, a dangerous purr in his voice. "You want it. Want your Prince." He didn’t wait for an answer. He pressed down. Hard.
Adam cried out, arching off the bed as Dante’s thick cock forced its way inside. It was a searing stretch, tight and burning. Dante gritted his teeth, sinking deeper, feeling the fierce resistance of Adam’s body. He pushed relentlessly, until he was fully seated, balls deep. He held there, looking down at Adam’s pained, flushed face. "Mine," Dante stated, low and absolute. Then he began to move.
He fucked Adam with a controlled power that mirrored Sukuna’s brutality but was distinctly his own. Deep, measured strokes, each one dragging out slowly before slamming back in, maximizing the friction, the stretch. He used his leverage, his wings providing balance, to drive deep, grinding against Adam’s prostate with devastating accuracy. Adam gasped, cries turning into choked moans as the pain blurred into shocking, overwhelming pleasure. He wrapped his legs around Dante’s waist, pulling him deeper, surrendering to the punishing rhythm. Dante’s hands braced on Adam’s chest, fingers digging in, claiming him visually and physically. His gaze was fierce, possessive, the King asserting dominion.
The room was a cacophony of sound: Sukuna’s guttural growls and the brutal slap of flesh as he hammered into Dabi, who was reduced to sobbing, broken pleas; Adam’s gasps and moans as Dante impaled him with relentless precision; Dante’s own low grunts of exertion and dominance; the rustle of Dante’s wings. The air crackled with competing energies – Sukuna’s savage claiming of Dabi, Dante’s regal domination of Adam, the shared heat, the scent of sweat, sex, sulfur, and power thick enough to choke on.
Sukuna came first, a roar tearing from his throat as he slammed into Dabi one last time, his cursed markings blazing like embers. His cock pulsed deep inside Dabi, filling him with hot seed. Dabi screamed, his own untouched cock spurting messily onto the sheets as the violent intrusion and Sukuna’s release triggered an agonizing climax. Sukuna collapsed forward, his weight crushing Dabi for a moment before he pulled out, leaving the younger man trembling and gasping, marked inside and out.
Dante felt Adam’s channel clamp down around him, impossibly tight, as the angel watched Sukuna’s climax. Adam’s back arched, a choked cry escaping him as he came untouched, ropes of white splattering his stomach and chest, his body convulsing under Dante’s relentless thrusts. The tightening triggered Dante’s own release. With a final, deep grind, Dante groaned, his head thrown back, wings flaring wide as he emptied himself deep into Adam’s clenching heat.
Silence fell, heavy and thick, broken only by harsh, ragged breathing. Sukuna rolled off Dabi, who lay curled on his side, trembling. Dante pulled out of Adam, slick fluid leaking from the angel’s abused entrance. Adam lay flat, eyes closed, chest heaving. Dante sat back on his heels, wings slowly folding, the demonic glow in his eyes fading to a simmering ember. Sukuna propped himself on one elbow, watching Dante, a possessive, satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He reached out, his thumb swiping through the mess on Adam’s stomach, then brought it to his mouth, licking it clean, his crimson eyes locked on Dante. The unspoken challenge hung in the sulfurous air: a king momentarily dethroned, but the throne room still reeked of his rival’s claim. The game was far from over.
The silence curdled, thick with cooling sweat and the sharp scent of spent lust. Sukuna's smirk was a blade pressed against Dante’s throat, his tongue lingering obscenely on Adam’s come. Dante met that crimson gaze, the simmer in his own hellfire eyes igniting into a blaze. Fuck your challenge, that look said. Dabi lay trembling nearby, his breath hitching, Sukuna’s brutal claiming still a raw, physical echo in his muscles. Adam stared blankly at the crimson silk canopy, adrift.
Dante moved first. He didn’t look at Sukuna. His focus snapped to Dabi, still curled and vulnerable on the silk. "Dabi," Dante commanded, his voice rough gravel scraped raw but layered with undeniable power. "Look at me." Dabi flinched, turning his head slowly. Pain and something else – defiance, maybe shock – flickered in his blue eyes. "Get over here. Now."
Swallowing hard, Dabi pushed himself up, wincing as abused muscles protested. He crawled the short distance across the rumpled sheets, stopping before Dante. Dante’s gaze raked over him, assessing the tremor in his limbs, the stark vulnerability. "You took him," Dante stated, not a question. "Took Sukuna like a fucking champ." His hand lifted, not gently, calloused fingers tracing the bruising already forming on Dabi’s hip where Sukuna had gripped him. "Think you can handle me?"
A spark ignited in Dabi’s eyes, cutting through the haze of pain. He lifted his chin. "Try me, Prince." The challenge was weak, voice raspy, but the intent was clear. He wouldn’t cower.
Dante’s lips curved, a predator’s smile devoid of warmth. He lay back against the pillows, wings rustling, settling. His cock, already stirring again with demonic stamina, lay thick and heavy against his thigh, slick with residual fluid. "Prove it," he purred. "Ride me. Show me what that pretty ass can do after Sukuna stretched it." His eyes flickered past Dabi, a silent challenge thrown at Sukuna. Sukuna just watched, arms crossed, amusement deepening the cruel lines around his mouth.
Dabi didn’t hesitate this time. Raw defiance, maybe a need to reclaim some agency, fueled him. He swung a leg over Dante’s hips, straddling him. The contact made him gasp – Dante’s heat was infernal, radiating through him. He reached down, fingers wrapping around Dante’s thick cock, guiding it to his entrance, still loose and slick from Sukuna’s brutal use. He positioned himself, took a sharp breath, and sank down.
"Fuuuck," Dabi hissed, jaw clenched. The stretch was still intense, Dante’s girth filling him differently, pressing deep. He braced his hands on Dante’s chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath ink and sweat, and pushed down further, taking every inch until his ass met Dante’s hips. He shuddered, head dropping forward. It burned, a delicious, punishing ache.
Dante groaned, low and appreciative, his hands settling on Dabi’s hips, thumbs digging into the bruised flesh. "That’s it," he rasped. "Take it all. Fuck, you feel good. Clenched tight around me even after that brute wrecked you." He gave a testing lift of his hips, making Dabi cry out. "Move."
Dabi started to rock, tentative at first, lifting himself slightly before sinking back down. The friction was electric, sparking along his oversensitized nerves. Dante’s grip tightened, guiding him, setting a rhythm – slow, deep rolls of Dabi’s hips, dragging Dante’s cock against his prostate with agonizing precision. "Yeah," Dante murmured, watching the play of agony and pleasure on Dabi’s face. "Just like that. Use me. Milk my cock with that greedy hole."
Emboldened, Dabi lifted higher, sank deeper, finding a punishing rhythm of his own. His gaze dropped, locking onto the curved, obsidian horns sweeping back from Dante’s temples. An impulse surged. He let go of Dante’s chest, reaching up. His fingers, trembling slightly, closed around the base of one horn. It was surprisingly smooth, cool as volcanic glass, thrumming with latent power. He gripped it hard, using it as leverage to fuck himself down harder, faster.
Dante’s breath hitched, a raw sound escaping him. His eyes flared, hellfire igniting. "Yesss," he hissed, the word drawn out. "Hold the horns, pretty boy. Fucking hold on." He met Dabi’s fierce gaze. "Look at you. Taking my cock like you were made for it. Fucking perfect." His praise was filthy, laced with possession, driving Dabi harder. "Ride me like the stubborn little fuck you are. Show him who you belong to." His hips pistoned upwards, meeting Dabi’s downward thrusts, driving deeper, forcing choked cries from the younger man’s throat.
Across the vast bed, Sukuna stirred. He hadn’t taken his eyes off Adam, who still lay stunned, come drying on his stomach. Sukuna pushed himself up, a mountain of scarred muscle moving with predatory grace. He crawled towards Adam, the mattress dipping under his weight. Adam flinched, scrambling back slightly, panic flaring in his eyes. "N-no," Adam stammered, voice thin. "That was... I can’t..."
Sukuna caught his ankle in an iron grip, halting his retreat. "Didn’t ask what you can’t do, Angel," Sukuna growled, his voice a landslide of gravel. He yanked, dragging Adam towards him effortlessly. Adam cried out, hands scrabbling uselessly at the sheets. "You opened your mouth for him," Sukuna continued, looming over Adam, his cursed markings flickering with renewed menace. "Took his cock like you needed it. You think that gets you off the hook?" He flipped Adam onto his stomach with brutal efficiency, pinning his wrists to the small of his back with one massive hand. "You owe me."
Adam struggled, wings fluttering weakly against the sheets. "Please, Sukuna," he gasped, genuine fear lacing his voice. "Don’t… not again…"
Sukuna spat onto his fingers, the sound crude. He didn’t bother slicking his cock, already hard again, glistening. He pressed the thick head against Adam’s tight, unprepared entrance. "Please what?" he demanded, grinding against the clenching muscle. "Please fuck you raw? Please ruin this tight little angel ass?" He applied pressure, relentless, forcing the tip past the tight ring. Adam screamed, arching against the restraint, tears springing to his eyes. The burn was excruciating.
"Beg for it," Sukuna snarled, pushing another ruthless inch inside. Adam sobbed, the invasion brutal, stretching him beyond what he thought possible. "Say you want my cock tearing you apart." He paused, letting the searing agony sink in.
"Please!" Adam choked out, the word ripped from him. "Stop… it hurts!"
"Wrong answer," Sukuna growled, slamming forward another inch. Adam shrieked, body convulsing. "Beg for it. Say 'Fuck me, Sukuna. Ruin me.'"
Adam whined, a high-pitched, broken sound. "C-can't!"
Sukuna pulled back slightly, cruelly, then slammed home, sheathing himself to the hilt in one vicious thrust. Adam’s scream tore through the room. Sukuna leaned down, his lips brushing Adam’s ear. "Beg," he whispered, a dark promise. "Or I stop right here, leave you split open and aching. Forever."
Terror and the shocking, overwhelming intensity of the penetration broke him. "Okay!" Adam sobbed, his voice shattered. "Please! Fuck me! Fuck me, Sukuna! Please! Just… just fuck me!" The words tumbled out, humiliation burning hotter than the pain in his ass.
Sukuna chuckled, dark and satisfied. "Good boy." He didn’t start slow. He fucked Adam with savage, piston-like thrusts, each one driving the breath from the angel’s lungs. He kept Adam pinned, wrists trapped, face pressed into the silk, utterly helpless. "Take it," Sukuna grunted, the sound rhythmic with his pounding. "Take every fucking inch. That’s it… clenching down like a desperate little thing." He shifted his grip, one hand still pinning wrists, the other tangling in Adam’s hair, yanking his head back. "Look at him," Sukuna commanded, forcing Adam to look across the bed. "Look at your Prince getting ridden by that pretty trash. Know he’s watching you get owned." Adam’s tear-filled eyes met Dante’s burning gaze for a split second before Sukuna slammed his face back down. "You belong like this," Sukuna growled, hips snapping forward relentlessly. "Taking it like a common whore. My whore. Fucking perfect."
Adam’s body betrayed him, rocking back against the brutal thrusts, a low, continuous moan escaping his lips. The pain blurred, eclipsed by a terrifying, unwanted wave of pleasure cresting under Sukuna’s merciless assault. He was lost, drowning in sensation and shame. Sukuna’s praise, filthy and degrading, wormed its way into him, a dark comfort in the wreckage. "That’s my good angel," Sukuna rasped, punctuating the words with a particularly deep grind. "Taking his ruin so fucking sweetly." He drove harder, faster, chasing his own peak, Adam’s broken sobs and choked pleas the soundtrack to his conquest. The angel’s body, stretched impossibly around Sukuna’s girth, became a perfect vessel for domination, his whispered "Please, more..." barely audible beneath Sukuna's triumphant growl.