Chapter 96: Clover Exploration Part. 2
Sukuna slammed Adam against the unforgiving stone wall, the impact jarring his teeth. His massive hand remained locked around Adam’s throat, a vise cutting off air and speech, leaving only choked gasps. Adam’s wings flapped uselessly against the rock, feathers scraping. Sukuna’s thick cockhead, already buried past the initial ring of muscle, pressed deeper with relentless, brutal force. Adam’s eyes bulged, panic warring with a terrifying surge of unwanted, undeniable arousal.
"Real power, angel?" Sukuna growled, his face inches from Adam’s, breath hot and smelling faintly of whiskey and violence. His crimson eyes burned with predatory fury. "You think you know shit?" He shoved harder, forcing another inch of his monstrous girth into Adam’s unprepared channel. The stretch was agonizing, a white-hot tear that ripped a ragged scream from Adam’s constricted throat. "You," Sukuna spat, grinding his hips, forcing Adam’s body to accommodate him, "are about to learn exactly what kind of power I wield." He pulled back slightly, then slammed forward again, burying himself to the hilt. Adam convulsed, a strangled sob escaping him, tears welling in his eyes. "And you," Sukuna hissed, releasing Adam’s throat just enough to let him gasp for air, "are going to fucking scream for me."
Adam sucked in a desperate breath, coughing. The sudden influx of oxygen fueled his defiance, even as Sukuna’s cock pulsed hot and heavy inside him. "Fuck... you... curse-fucker!" he rasped, shoving weakly against Sukuna’s chest. "Still... flaccid... compared to... Morningstar..." It was a lie, a desperate, stupid lie. Sukuna’s cock felt like forged iron, stretching him impossibly wide, igniting nerve endings Dante hadn’t even touched.
Sukuna laughed, a dark, rumbling sound that vibrated through Adam’s body. He withdrew almost completely, leaving Adam feeling horrifically empty and exposed, then slammed back in with piston-like force. Adam cried out, arching off the wall. "Keep talking, Feathers," Sukuna commanded, setting a punishing rhythm, each deep thrust driving the air from Adam’s lungs. "Tell me how weak I am." He gripped Adam’s hips, fingers digging into flesh, lifting him slightly to change the angle. The next thrust hammered directly into Adam’s prostate.
"Ah! FUCK!" Adam screamed, his cock jerking violently, untouched and already leaking copiously. Pleasure, sharp and electric, obliterated the lingering pain. His head slammed back against the stone. "S-Sukuna... bastard..."
"Louder," Sukuna demanded, his thrusts becoming shorter, harder, focused entirely on that devastating spot. He leaned in, biting Adam’s earlobe hard enough to draw blood. "Tell me who’s fucking you."
Adam writhed, torn between the instinct to fight and the overwhelming need for more. "You... you fucking monster!" he gasped, pushing back against Sukuna’s hips now, meeting the brutal strokes. The friction was exquisite torture. "Just... get it over with!"
Sukuna chuckled darkly, slowing his pace agonizingly, grinding deep instead of thrusting. He pressed Adam harder against the wall, his free hand sliding down Adam’s trembling stomach to grasp his neglected, weeping cock. He squeezed the base, hard, cutting off Adam’s impending climax. "Not yet," he purred, his voice thick with malice and arousal. "You haven’t begged."
Adam whimpered, hips jerking futilely against Sukuna’s restraining hand. The denial was exquisite agony. The fullness, the relentless stimulation, Sukuna’s overwhelming presence – it was breaking him. "Please..." The word slipped out, raw and desperate.
"Please what?" Sukuna growled, tightening his grip on Adam’s cock, his own hips still grinding deep, rubbing mercilessly against Adam’s prostate. "Use your words, angel. Beg me."
The dam broke. Adam’s defiance shattered. "Please! Sukuna! Fuck me! Harder! Please!" The pleas tumbled out, frantic and unfiltered. "Need it! Need you to fuck me! Please! Harder! Make me feel it!"
Sukuna’s grin was feral, triumphant. "That's more like it." He released Adam’s cock and resumed fucking him with brutal, jackhammer thrusts, each one driving Adam’s body into the stone wall. He angled himself perfectly, hammering Adam’s prostate with unerring precision. "Now scream!"
Adam didn't need telling twice. He screamed Sukuna’s name, a raw, guttural sound ripped from his core as his body locked. His cock erupted untouched, thick ropes of come splattering against the stone wall and Sukuna’s sweat-slicked stomach. Wave after wave of intense, almost painful ecstasy tore through him, leaving him trembling and gasping, his vision blurring.
Sukuna didn’t stop. He kept fucking him through the aftershocks, his own rhythm never faltering. "Again," he commanded, his voice rough with exertion. "Come for me again, Feathers."
Adam sobbed, oversensitive and overwhelmed, but Sukuna’s relentless assault on his prostate reignited the fire almost instantly. "Sukuna!" Adam screamed again, his voice breaking, as another, slightly weaker orgasm shuddered through him, more fluid leaking from his spent cock. "Sukuna! Please! Fuck! Sukuna!"
Across the room, the symphony of Adam’s desperate cries and Sukuna’s guttural grunts formed a brutal backdrop to Dante’s own performance. Dante had Dabi pinned face-down over the padded bench, his hips moving in a powerful, controlled rhythm. Rough, but measured. He wasn’t jackhammering like Sukuna; he was taking his time, savoring the tight heat, drawing out every reaction.
He held Dabi’s hips firmly, each deep thrust rocking Dabi’s body forward. Dabi’s face was pressed into the leather, muffled curses and gasps escaping him. Dante leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of Dabi’s ear, his Detroit drawl thick and dark. "Feel that, Sparky? Every inch?" He thrust deep, grinding, making Dabi gasp. "Feel how deep I own you right now?"
"Fuck... off..." Dabi panted, pushing back weakly. His defiance was a thin veneer over desperate need. Sweat plastered his dark hair to his forehead, tears streaked his cheeks from the initial brutal penetration, but his hips moved instinctively against Dante’s thrusts.
Dante chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. He slid one hand up Dabi’s sweat-slicked back, tracing the ridges of his spine, then tangled his fingers in Dabi’s hair, pulling his head back sharply. "Tell me you want it," Dante commanded, his thrusts deepening, becoming more insistent. "Tell me you want my cock buried in your ass."
Dabi choked, exposed, his throat working. He tried to shake his head, but Dante’s grip was iron. The pleasure was building, a relentless pressure coiling low in his gut, amplified by the rough dominance. "N-no..."
"No?" Dante purred, dangerously soft. He slowed his thrusts almost to a stop, grinding deep instead, the thick head of his cock pressing relentlessly against Dabi’s prostate. Dabi whimpered, his body trembling. "You sure about that?" Dante released his hair, letting Dabi’s head drop, then landed a sharp, stinging smack on Dabi’s ass cheek. The sound cracked through the room. "Tell me."
Dabi cried out, the sting merging with the deep internal pressure. The coil snapped. "Yes! Fuck! Dante! Please! Want it! Want your cock! Don't stop!" The words spilled out, raw and pleading.
"Good boy," Dante growled, satisfaction lacing his voice. He resumed his powerful thrusts, setting a punishing pace again, but still controlled, drawing out Dabi’s building climax. He leaned over Dabi’s back, his breath hot on Dabi’s neck. "Gonna come for me, Sparky? Gonna come untouched while I fuck this tight little ass?"
"Yes! Fuck! Dante! Please!" Dabi begged, pushing back frantically now, meeting every thrust. "Gonna come! Make me come!"
Sukuna roared, a sound of pure primal release. He slammed deep into Adam one final time, holding himself there as his cock pulsed violently, flooding Adam’s insides with scalding heat. Adam screamed Sukuna’s name again, a broken, ecstatic sound, as the sensation triggered a third, shuddering dry orgasm that left him limp and trembling against the wall, utterly spent, Sukuna’s name still a whisper on his lips.
Dante felt Dabi clench around him like a vice, a high, keening cry tearing from Dabi’s throat as his untouched cock jerked, spilling thick stripes of come onto the leather bench beneath him. Dante groaned, his own control fraying at the intense pressure. He drove into Dabi’s convulsing heat once, twice more, then buried himself deep, his release surging hot and powerful inside Dabi as he muffled his own groan against Dabi’s shoulder.
Silence descended, thick and heavy, broken only by the ragged gasps of four exhausted bodies. Sukuna slowly pulled out of Adam, letting him slide bonelessly down the wall to the floor in a heap. Adam lay there, trembling, eyes closed, wings splayed awkwardly, come and sweat glistening on his skin. Sukuna stood over him, chest heaving, his cock slick and still impressively hard, dripping onto the stone floor. He looked down at the shattered angel, a dark, possessive satisfaction in his crimson eyes.
Dante pulled out of Dabi slowly, eliciting a soft whimper. Dabi slumped forward over the bench, utterly spent, breathing shallowly. Dante straightened, running a hand through his own sweat-dampened hair, his gaze sweeping the room. It landed on Sukuna, still towering and aroused over the broken Adam, then shifted to the trembling form of Dabi. A slow, dangerous smile touched Dante’s lips. The night, it seemed, was far from over. The air crackled with spent energy and the promise of more.
Dante straightened, the muscles in his back flexing as he surveyed the wreckage of his dungeon. Sweat cooled on his skin, the scent of sex and exertion thick in the air. Sukuna stood over Adam’s crumpled form near the stone wall, the King of Curses still radiating barely leashed power, his cock slick and hard despite his explosive release moments before. Adam lay gasping, wings twitching weakly, come smeared across his stomach and thighs. Dante’s gaze shifted to Dabi, slumped face-down over the padded bench, trembling with aftershocks, his own release drying on the leather beneath him. A possessive satisfaction curled through Dante. He stepped closer to Dabi, the stone floor cool under his bare feet.
"Up, Sparky," Dante commanded, his voice rough but not unkind. He slid a hand under Dabi’s arm, hauling the younger man upright with surprising ease. Dabi swayed, legs unsteady, his turquoise eyes dazed and unfocused. He blinked, trying to orient himself, his breath catching raggedly. Dante steadied him, his grip firm on Dabi’s bicep. "Look at you," Dante murmured, tracing a thumb over the fresh bite mark Sukuna had left high on Dabi’s neck. "All fucked out already?"
A spark ignited in Dabi’s eyes, cutting through the haze. That familiar defiance, fueled by adrenaline and a sudden, fierce resurgence of energy. "Fuck you," Dabi rasped, shoving hard against Dante’s chest. The push caught Dante off-guard, sending him stumbling backwards. Dabi didn’t hesitate. He surged forward, using Dante’s momentary imbalance, and shoved him again, harder, towards a low, wide ottoman upholstered in deep crimson leather. Dante’s heel caught the edge. He went down hard onto his back on the yielding surface, a surprised grunt escaping him.
Before Dante could react, Dabi was on him. He straddled Dante’s hips, knees digging into the soft leather on either side of Dante’s thighs. Dabi’s hands slammed down onto Dante’s chest, pinning him. His eyes burned with reckless intensity, fueled by pain, pleasure, and a desperate need to reclaim some control. "My turn, Morningstar," Dabi snarled, his voice raw. He reached behind himself, fingers fumbling, slick with sweat and his own come, grasping Dante’s thick, still-hard cock. He positioned the swollen head against his own stretched, abused entrance, slick with Dante’s earlier release. "Gonna ride this fucking cock until you scream."
Dabi sank down. He impaled himself in one brutal, controlled drop, taking Dante’s entire length deep into his sore, sensitive channel. A choked cry tore from his throat, his head thrown back, tendons standing out in his neck. The sensation was overwhelming – agony and ecstasy warring, the deep stretch reigniting the fire Sukuna and Dante had already stoked. Dante arched beneath him, a deep, guttural groan rumbling from his chest. The sheer audacity, the raw hunger in Dabi’s act, triggered something primal within him.
Power surged, ancient and undeniable. Dante’s human facade fractured. Massive, obsidian-black wings erupted from his back with a sound like tearing velvet, stretching wide and knocking over a low steel table nearby. Simultaneously, two thick, spiraling horns, the colour of aged bone streaked with obsidian veins, burst from his temples, curving wickedly upwards. His eyes blazed with infernal blue fire, pupils slitted like a serpent’s. The air crackled with palpable demonic energy, thick and sulfurous.
Dabi froze for a heartbeat, straddling the King of Hell, staring down at the terrifying, magnificent transformation. Shock warred with a terrifying arousal. Then, driven by instinct deeper than fear, his hands shot out. He gripped Dante’s newly emerged horns, fingers curling tightly around the hard, warm bone near the base. The contact sent a jolt of pure sensation through Dante, unlike anything human. A deep, resonant moan vibrated through Dante’s chest, shaking Dabi where they were joined. Dante’s hips jerked involuntarily upwards, driving his cock impossibly deeper. "Fuck... yes... hold them," Dante gasped, his voice layered with demonic resonance. "Hold my horns, Sparky."
Dabi tightened his grip, anchoring himself. The feel of the powerful bone under his palms, the sheer dominance radiating from the being beneath him, was intoxicating. He began to move. He lifted himself almost entirely off Dante’s cock, feeling the thick head stretch him wide again, then slammed back down, taking the full length. "Fuck!" Dabi cried out, the motion sending sparks of pain-pleasure up his spine. He did it again, faster, setting a punishing rhythm, riding Dante with furious abandon, using the horns as leverage to drive himself down harder, faster. His own cock, half-hard again, slapped against Dante’s stomach.
"That's it," Dante growled, his hands flying to Dabi’s hips, not to guide, but to feel the muscles working, to encourage the brutal pace. His wings flexed, casting vast, shifting shadows. "Take it all. Fuck yourself on my cock." He thrust upwards sharply, meeting Dabi’s downward plunge, forcing an even deeper penetration that made Dabi scream. "Good boy," Dante purred, the praise deliberate, knowing its effect. "Such a good fucking boy, riding me like this."
Dabi whimpered, the words hitting him like a physical blow, sending a fresh wave of heat flooding his groin. His rhythm faltered for a second, overwhelmed. "Shut up!" he gasped, trying to regain control, bouncing harder, desperate to drown out the praise that stoked his humiliation and arousal into a frenzy. "Just...fuck!"
"Good boy," Dante repeated, his voice thick with dark pleasure, thrusting up to meet him. "Taking it so deep. Showing me what you need." He watched Dabi’s face contort, the tears welling again, the desperate hunger. "My good, stubborn boy."
Near the wall, Sukuna watched Dabi ride the transformed Dante with narrowed crimson eyes, a dark smirk playing on his lips. Adam, still slumped at Sukuna’s feet, groaned, pushing himself up onto his elbows. He blinked, taking in the scene – Dante’s monstrous wings, the horns Dabi gripped like handles, the brutal pace of Dabi’s riding. A familiar, infuriating smirk slowly spread across Adam’s bruised face. "Looks like Sparkplug’s got the devil by the horns," he rasped, his voice hoarse. He pushed himself fully upright, swaying slightly, but the insolent glint was back in his eyes as he looked up at Sukuna. "Guess even the King of Hell likes getting his dick rode raw. Kinda pathetic, really. Where’s the fucking dignity?"
Sukuna’s gaze snapped down to Adam. The smirk vanished, replaced by cold fury. "Still got that smart mouth, Feathers?" Sukuna growled, his voice dangerously low. He moved with terrifying speed. One massive hand tangled in Adam’s sweat-damp hair, yanking his head back sharply. The other grabbed Adam’s hip, spinning him around and shoving him face-first back against the cold stone wall Adam had just slid down. Adam yelped, his wings flapping uselessly against the rock. "Forgot your place already?" Sukuna snarled, grinding his still-hard cock against Adam’s ass, reminding him brutally of the recent violation. "Need another lesson?"
Adam pushed back instinctively, a spark of defiance flaring. "Fuck you! Get off me!" he spat, trying to twist away. "You already had your turn, curse-fucker! Done with you!"
Sukuna chuckled, a dark, humorless sound. He released Adam’s hair only to land a sharp, stinging open-handed smack across Adam’s ass cheek. The crack echoed. Adam hissed, more in outrage than pain. "Done?" Sukuna purred, leaning close, his breath hot on Adam’s ear. He pressed his thick cockhead against Adam’s loosened entrance, still slick with Sukuna’s come. "You begged for it not five minutes ago. Screamed my name." He pushed forward slightly, just the tip breaching the tight ring. "You’re never done."
Adam tensed, a shudder running through him. The intrusion, even slight, reignited the raw sensitivity Sukuna had exploited earlier. "Didn’t... didn’t mean it!" Adam gasped, pushing back weakly against Sukuna’s hips, a contradictory impulse. "Just... wanted you to shut up!"
"Liar," Sukuna breathed. He withdrew the tip, leaving Adam feeling horrifically empty. He trailed a clawed finger down Adam’s spine, making him shiver. "You loved it. Loved taking my cock. Loved screaming for me." He pressed the tip against Adam’s hole again, teasing, not entering. "Beg me again, angel. Beg me to fuck that tight ass raw."
Adam clenched his jaw, stubbornness warring with the sudden, desperate ache Sukuna’s teasing ignited. "Go to hell," he ground out, pressing his forehead against the cool stone.
Sukuna’s hand landed again, harder this time, on the same spot. Adam cried out. "Beg," Sukuna commanded, his voice iron. He pressed harder with his cockhead, stretching the rim. "Or I walk away. Leave you aching."
The threat was real. The image of Sukuna leaving him like this, desperate and unsatisfied, was worse than the humiliation. Adam whimpered, the sound trapped in his throat. He pushed back against Sukuna’s cock, seeking friction, seeking completion. "Sukuna..." he whispered, the name rough.
"Louder," Sukuna demanded, grinding against him. "Properly."
Adam squeezed his eyes shut. Pride shattered. "Please," he gasped. "Sukuna... please. Fuck me." The words were ripped from him. "Need it. Need your cock. Please... fuck me hard!"
Sukuna’s triumphant growl vibrated against Adam’s back. "That's my good angel," he purred, the praise laced with cruel satisfaction. He slammed forward in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Adam screamed, arching off the wall, the sudden, brutal fullness obliterating thought. Sukuna set a relentless, pounding rhythm immediately, each powerful drive of his hips hammering Adam into the stone, his grip on Adam’s hip bruising. "Scream my name!"
Dabi, riding Dante with frantic abandon, gripping the horns for leverage, heard Adam’s renewed cries – pure, shattered ecstasy mixed with Sukuna’s name. It spurred him on. He bounced harder, faster, impaling himself repeatedly on Dante’s thick cock, the stretch and burn merging into a white-hot pleasure-pain. Dante met every descent with a powerful upward thrust, his wings flaring, his eyes locked on Dabi’s tortured, ecstatic face. "Good boy," Dante groaned, his voice thick with demonic resonance, the praise a weapon. "Take it... fuck yourself... good fucking boy..."