Chapter 106: Four-Way Ruin
The brutal symphony of flesh and dominance still echoed in the cavernous crimson bedroom. Sukuna’s relentless, piston-like thrusts slammed into Adam’s prone form, the angel pinned face-down, his muffled sobs barely audible over the wet slap of skin and Sukuna’s guttural growls. Adam’s wings trembled uselessly against the silk, his body rocking under the savage onslaught. Dante lay propped against the mountain of pillows, his obsidian wings half-spread, an unsettling calm masking the inferno in his eyes. Beneath him, Dabi moved with a desperate, grinding rhythm, his body slick with sweat, riding Dante’s thick cock with a ferocity born of defiance and the lingering ache from Sukuna’s earlier claiming. His own hand worked frantically over his leaking erection, his gaze fixed on Adam’s brutal violation, sucking in the raw power of the scene, the pain, the surrender.
The heavy oak door groaned open. Adam stood silhouetted in the gothic archway, his celestial glow seeming dimmer, colder, against the infernal warmth of the room. His sharp, aristocratic features were set in a hard smirk as his eyes swept the tableau: Sukuna, a mountain of scarred muscle hammering into the broken angel; Dante, the demon prince regally holding court while being ridden; Dabi, the defiant human caught between them, hand flying on his cock, utterly absorbed.
Adam strode in, his movements deliberate, predatory. The click of his polished boots on the stone floor was unnervingly loud. He ignored Sukuna’s grunts and Adam’s choked cries, his focus narrowing solely on Dabi. He moved with unsettling speed, his hand lashing out like a viper. Fingers like steel bands clamped around Dabi’s wrist, yanking it viciously away from his cock. Dabi gasped, shocked out of his trance, his rhythm faltering on Dante’s shaft. Before he could react, Adam twisted the captured wrist sharply behind Dabi’s back, forcing a cry of pain from the younger man’s lips. The unnatural angle pinned Dabi awkwardly against Dante’s chest.
Adam leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of Dabi’s ear, his breath hot. "You like watching him get wrecked?" he growled, the words a low, dangerous vibration. His free hand snaked down Dabi’s sweat-slicked stomach. Calloused fingers found the tight sac of Dabi’s balls and squeezed, hard and deliberate. Dabi arched, a strangled gasp tearing from his throat, his body instinctively trying to curl away from the sharp pain, only to grind harder onto Dante’s cock. "Wait till you feel what I do to you."
A jolt, electrifying and undeniable, shot through Dabi. The pain in his wrist, the bruising pressure on his balls – it ignited something primal, reckless. Fear warred with a dizzying surge of dark thrill. He loved it. Loved the sudden, brutal intrusion, the raw claim in Adam’s voice, the sheer audacity of the angel taking control amidst Sukuna’s violence. He met Adam’s cold, assessing gaze, his own blue eyes wide, pupils blown, not with fear alone, but with feverish invitation. "Do it then," Dabi rasped, his voice rough, challenging. "Show me."
Behind them, Sukuna roared. His rhythm stuttered, then intensified, becoming punishingly deep, grinding. Adam’s cries rose to a desperate keen. Sukuna’s massive hand fisted in Adam’s hair, wrenching his head back, forcing him to look towards the bed, towards Dante. "Fuck… look at him, Angel," Sukuna snarled, his own breath ragged. "Look at your Prince watching you take it like a bitch. You want him to see? Want him to know how deep I fucking own you now?" He slammed forward, burying himself impossibly deep, making Adam shriek. "Beg him. Beg your precious Prince to save you."
Adam’s tear-streaked face contorted. His eyes, filled with shame and overwhelming sensation, locked onto Dante’s. Dante stared back, expressionless, his hand resting possessively on Dabi’s hip where Adam held him pinned. There was no salvation in that hellfire gaze. Only expectation. Sukuna ground his hips, a cruel, deliberate rotation. "Beg!" he roared, the command echoing off the stone walls.
"P-please!" Adam choked out, the word ragged, torn from him. "Dante! Please!"
Sukuna laughed, dark and triumphant. "Louder! What do you want?"
"Please… make him stop!" Adam sobbed, writhing against the relentless intrusion. "Dante, please… I can’t… it’s too much!" He was a shattered angel, wings fluttering weakly, pinned beneath a demon god.
Sukuna leaned down, his mouth close to Adam’s ear, his thrusts becoming slower, deeper, more torturous. "Good," he purred, the sound thick with satisfaction. "Fucking perfect. Taking it so well, Angel. My perfect, broken toy." He released Adam’s hair, his hand sliding down to grip the angel’s hip, pulling him back onto each thrust with brutal efficiency. "Look how well he begs for you, Dante," Sukuna added, his crimson gaze flicking to the Prince. "Look how pretty he sounds when he's wrecked."
Adam’s pleas dissolved into broken whimpers, his body convulsing as Sukuna found a devastating rhythm against his prostate. The degradation, the sheer force of Sukuna's possession, mixed with the unexpected, filthy praise – it pushed Adam over an edge he didn't know existed. He came violently, untouched, his cock pulsing against the silk sheets, his entire body seizing as Sukuna fucked him through the agonizing waves of pleasure-pain. Sukuna followed moments later, roaring Dante’s name like a curse as he emptied himself deep inside the trembling angel.
Silence crashed down, heavier than before, thick with the stench of sweat, sex, sulfur, and release. Sukuna pulled out with a slick sound, leaving Adam gasping, leaking, utterly spent. He rolled off, sprawling onto his back, chest heaving, cursed markings slowly dimming.
Adam’s sudden stillness left a void. Dabi felt the shift, the angel’s grip on his wrist loosening slightly. But Adam’s other hand was still locked on his balls, a possessive, warning weight. Dante stirred beneath Dabi, his hand moving from Dabi’s hip to grip his ass, fingers digging in. "Your turn, pretty boy," Dante murmured, his voice a low, dangerous purr aimed at Dabi, but his burning gaze fixed on Adam. The Angel met that gaze, the smirk returning, cold and sharp. His fingers tightened around Dabi’s balls, a promise searing into flesh. The air crackled, charged with a new, volatile tension. Dante’s wings rustled, a dark mantle of power settling around him as he watched Adam claim his next victim.
Adam’s smirk widened, cruel and sharp as shattered obsidian. His fingers tightened around Dabi’s balls, a possessive, punishing pressure that forced another choked gasp from the younger man’s throat. Dante watched, utterly still beneath Dabi’s trembling form, his obsidian wings a dark halo against the crimson silk, hellfire eyes fixed on Adam’s hand claiming what Dante considered his. "Show me," Dabi rasped again, defiance warring with the raw ache spreading from his groin. Adam’s free hand, slick with Dabi’s sweat, slid up his spine, tracing the knobs of vertebrae with deliberate, invasive pressure. "Patience, little spark," Adam murmured against Dabi’s ear, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "You wanted to watch him break." He jerked his chin towards the wrecked angel Adam, still shuddering on the sheets nearby, Sukuna’s seed leaking from his abused hole. "Now you get to feel it."
Adam spat. The glob landed thick and wet directly onto Dabi’s exposed entrance, still loose and slick from Sukuna’s brutal claiming earlier but clenching tight now with apprehension. The sudden cold wetness made Dabi flinch. Before the spit could drip, Adam pressed two calloused fingers hard against the fluttering ring of muscle. "Fuck!" Dabi hissed, arching against Dante’s chest, the crude lubrication doing little against the rough intrusion. Adam shoved his fingers in knuckle-deep, twisting them cruelly. Dabi cried out, the stretch burning anew, a sharp counterpoint to the grinding fullness of Dante beneath him. "Tightening up already?" Adam mocked, scissoring his fingers brutally inside Dabi’s clenching channel. "Thought Sukuna ruined you. Guess you need a proper angelic wrecking." He curled his fingers, seeking, finding the bundle of nerves deep inside. Dabi jerked violently, a shocked gasp escaping him as pleasure sparked through the pain. "There it is," Adam growled, satisfaction dripping from his voice. "Filthy little thing. Gets off on being torn open."
Adam withdrew his fingers with a slick pop. Dabi sagged, trembling, his hole spasming around the sudden emptiness. Adam didn’t give him respite. He spat again into his palm, slicking his own thick, flushed cock. The sound was obscenely loud. He positioned the broad, leaking head against Dabi’s stretched entrance, grinding it against the sensitive flesh. "Hold him," Adam commanded Dante, his gaze never leaving Dabi’s face. Dante’s hands clamped down on Dabi’s hips like iron vices, pinning him firmly in place. Dabi braced, muscles locking tight. Adam shoved forward.
The invasion was brutal. Dabi screamed, a raw, animal sound ripped from his chest. Adam’s cock was thick, unyielding, forcing its way past the resisting muscle with relentless pressure. Dante held Dabi immobile, forcing him to take every ruthless inch. "Fuck! Fuck! Stop!" Dabi sobbed, tears springing to his eyes, his body convulsing against the impossible stretch. Adam bottomed out, balls slapping hard against Dabi’s ass, buried to the hilt. He paused, letting Dabi feel the searing fullness, the brutal intrusion splitting him open. "Deep enough for you, trash?" Adam growled, grinding his hips in a cruel circle. The movement scraped Dabi raw inside, a white-hot agony that stole his breath. "Taking angel cock better than you took the demon’s?"
Adam pulled back slowly, dragging his thick shaft through the clenching, burning channel. Dabi whimpered, the friction unbearable. Then Adam slammed home again, a piston stroke that jolted Dabi’s entire body forward onto Dante’s cock. Dante grunted, his own grip tightening, pushing up to meet the impact. "Fuck him, Angel," Dante rasped, his voice thick with dark approval, his gaze locked on the point where Adam disappeared into Dabi. "Show him his place." Adam needed no further encouragement. He set a punishing rhythm, pulling out almost entirely before driving back in with devastating force. Each thrust punched the air from Dabi’s lungs, slammed him down onto Dante, a brutal sandwich of flesh and power. The wet slap of Adam’s hips against Dabi’s ass echoed Sukuna’s earlier violence.
Dabi was lost in a haze of pain and overwhelming sensation. The burning stretch, the relentless pounding, the hard heat of Dante beneath him – it blurred into a terrifying, electric current. Adam’s cock hammered against his prostate with brutal accuracy, sending jolts of unwanted, agonizing pleasure through his core. "Feel that?" Adam snarled, leaning over Dabi’s back, his breath hot on Dabi’s neck. His hand still gripped Dabi’s balls, squeezing rhythmically with each thrust. "Feel me hitting that sweet spot deep inside? Making you leak like a bitch?" Dabi’s own cock, trapped against Dante’s stomach, throbbed painfully, dripping pre-come onto the demon prince’s ink-covered skin. He couldn’t stop the choked moans tearing from his throat. "Yeah, moan for it," Adam commanded, pounding harder. "Moan while I fuck Sukuna’s sloppy seconds right out of you." He pistoned relentlessly, his pace brutal, unforgiving. Dabi’s cries rose higher, fractured, caught between agony and the terrifying crest of pleasure Adam was forcing from his ruined body.
From the shadows near the fireplace, Sukuna chuckled, low and dark. He watched, propped on one elbow, a predator observing lesser beasts tear at prey. "Looks like the angel’s got bite," he rumbled, his crimson eyes gleaming. "Filling that tight ass proper. Bet it stings, pretty boy." His gaze slid to Dante. "Your pet’s taking it well, Prince. Almost sounds like he’s enjoying it." Dante’s jaw tightened, a flicker of possessive fury in his hellfire eyes, but he remained silent, his hands like steel on Dabi’s hips, forcing him to take Adam’s brutal possession. Dabi’s vision blurred. The pain was a constant fire, but the pleasure Adam ruthlessly wrung from his prostate was a rising tide, threatening to drown him. He felt stretched impossibly wide, filled beyond capacity, owned by the angel’s relentless cock and Dante’s immovable grip beneath him. Adam’s thrusts became shorter, harder, grinding deep. "Gonna come?" Adam growled against his ear, his voice ragged with exertion. "Gonna spill your filthy load while I wreck this ass?" He slammed in hard, holding deep, grinding his pubic bone against Dabi’s bruised flesh. "Do it. Come for me."
The command, the brutal pressure, the overwhelming sensations – it shattered Dabi’s last resistance. He screamed, a raw, broken sound, as his body convulsed violently. His cock pulsed untouched, thick ropes of come splattering Dante’s chest and stomach. The orgasm was agony and ecstasy fused, tearing through him as Adam held him impaled, grinding relentlessly against his prostate, milking every shuddering pulse. Adam groaned, low and guttural, his own rhythm stuttering. He slammed into Dabi one final, brutal time, burying himself to the root, and roared as he emptied himself deep inside the spasming channel. His release pulsed hot and thick, filling Dabi, mixing with Sukuna’s earlier claim. Adam collapsed forward slightly, his weight pressing Dabi harder onto Dante, his breath harsh against Dabi’s sweat-slicked back.
Silence descended, thick and suffocating, broken only by ragged breathing. Adam slowly pulled out, leaving Dabi feeling impossibly empty, gaping, leaking angel and demon seed onto Dante’s thighs. Dabi slumped, boneless, trembling uncontrollably, tears streaking his face. Dante’s grip loosened, his hands sliding up to frame Dabi’s ribs, holding him upright. Dante’s gaze, burning with an intensity that scorched the air, locked onto Adam. The angel met it, panting, a sheen of sweat on his brow, his expression defiant, challenging. He wiped his cockhead casually on the rumpled silk near Dabi’s hip. "He’s got spirit," Adam stated, his voice rough but regaining its cold edge. "Took it well." He pushed himself off the bed, standing tall amidst the wreckage of bodies and sheets. Sukuna’s low chuckle echoed again from the shadows. Dante didn’t look away from Adam. His hand moved, fingers tracing the mess on his own stomach – Dabi’s come mixed with sweat. He brought his fingers to his lips, tasting. His eyes never left Adam’s. "Mine," Dante stated, the single word vibrating with ancient, infernal power. He shifted beneath Dabi’s trembling form, his own cock still hard and demanding against Dabi’s spent flesh. "Now get back here, Angel. Your Prince isn’t finished." Adam’s smirk returned, colder than before. He took a deliberate step back towards the bed. Dante’s wings rustled, a dark promise unfurling.