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The image on the security camera flickers for a brief moment as Sukuna punches the glass walls of his prison. His fists leave bloody marks on the bullet- and phaser-proof glass.
With a mixture of fascination and compassion, you watch the alpha's enormous chest rise and fall as he licks his bloodied knuckles with a contorted face. The image flickers again and the camera pans downwards. Sukuna's legs and bare feet appear on the screen – as well as the erection bulging his pants.
Sukuna grunts in frustration and starts pacing around his little prison again, restless as a predator pacing up and down behind the bars of a cage. Sweat glistens on his forehead and beads down his temples.
Your fingers itch to stroke his damp, pink hair. You want to take him in your arms and hug him. But the concept of human compassion and good coaxing is completely out of place in this case.
What are you supposed to tell him?
That everything will be fine?
Of course it will. In a day and a half at the latest, Sukuna will be back in control of his senses.
Ask him if you can do anything to lighten his discomfort?
Of course you can. Find a willing alien woman to lie on her back in front of Sukuna and spread her thighs.
“Oh there you are! Dinner's ready.”
You tear your eyes away from the screens and spin around on the swivel chair. Behind you is Sukuna's nephew, Yuji Itadori. Converted to human years the boy is perhaps fifteen years old. And just like human teenagers, he is in the middle of puberty.
In a few years, he too will grow two more arms and the dark markings on his skin will become visible. He already has two small semicircles under his eyes at the level of his cheekbones.
“That's really creepy of you”, Yuji comments as he catches sight of his uncle on one of the screens. “Why are you watching him right now?”
“I find it rather fascinating”, you reply and press the stand-by option on the control panel. The screens go black. Yuji eyes you with raised brows. As he stands leaning against the doorframe, you really can't deny his kinship to Sukuna. “Besides”, you interject, tapping your index finger against Yuji's chest, ”you were watching Megumi when he had his... period or whatever you call it.”
“That's different!”, Yuji snaps, his head red.
“If you say so”, you shrug, but you can't help smiling.
The emergency lighting is still on in the corridors of the spaceship. To save energy. The bluish light casts hard, cold shadows on the linoleum-covered floor. Sometimes it still feels strangely unreal to walk around here.
Like a nightmare you can't grow out of.
“Tell me”, Yuji suddenly begins, avoiding eye contact, ”is it true that you humans don't have a secondary gender?”
“That's right”, you reply. ”We humans don't have alphas and omegas and... what was the third?”
“Betas.”
“Exactly. We don't have anything like that. Humans are usually born with male or female genitalia. And then they tend to present as male or female or something in between.”
“That's wild.”
“Where does the sudden interest come from?”
Yuji avoids your gaze again and merely shrugs. Although you would have loved nothing more than to pester him further, you leave it at that.
You reach the elevator. The door swings open to the side with a hiss, you get in and Yuuji presses a button with a circle-like symbol with a dent at the top.
The door closes and the elevator glides silently up to deck 3.
“It's because of Megumi”, Yuji suddenly blurts out. You look at him from the side in astonishment. Yuji's cheeks are flushed and even the markings under his eyes have darkened. “Megumi is half human. And somehow you can tell sometimes. And I... I want to ask him if he wants to spend my .... rut with me.”
Oh.
Oh!
You probably can't even begin to imagine the implications of Yuji's question, but you know by now that it's a small milestone for Yuji.
In Yuji’s and Sukuna's culture, sexuality and nudity have a completely different significance than in most human cultures. At the beginning of this space odyssey, you almost suffered a hormonal collapse at one point or another, as Sukuna, Yuji and, unfortunately, Gojo considered it completely normal to walk around the ship half-naked.
It was a wild ride until everyone got halfway used to each other and came to terms with it.
Most of the time.
You're the only human on board.
Megumi is half human; his mother must have been East Asian. Megumi's eyelids and his fluffy black hair bear witness to this heritage. He does not know his father. But he has the Zenin heritage from him. And you have a rough idea that Megumi's “conception” could not have been an act of love. Perhaps Megumi's mother has suffered a similar fate as you; perhaps she too was abducted one night by strange beings, abused as a research object and finally sold on as carnal goods in the vastness of space.
“And now you want to know what exactly?”, you continue to ask, trying to get your own thoughts out of your head.
“Well, for example, I know that you humans are kind of uptight when it comes to sex. And I watched Megumi, well, just before he had his heat. He behaved very differently from other Omegas I know.”
“Okay...”, you say, still unsure where this conversation is going.
Yuji is visibly squirming and doesn't quite seem to know how to continue. “So, what I want to know is... what's the best way to get him! How can I ask him without it being embarrassing for me! And I don't even know if Megumi is... well, compatible with me.”
“You’re asking me, whether Megumi is compatible with you?”, you ask, aghast.
The elevator stops with a gentle jerk. The doors open and you are greeted by the cozy smell of tomato sauce. Yuji gives you a guilty look before sinking his hands into his pockets and stalking off with his head down.
Satoru Gojo is standing in the galley, tinkering with the induction stove.
The upper half of his face is covered in black fabric; you've never seen his eyes before. Nevertheless, you have no doubt that Satoru can perceive everything around him down to the smallest detail. But after two and a half months crammed together with aliens in a middle-class spaceship, you have given up questioning anything.
“Finally”, he greets you and heaves a huge bowl into his arms. Piled up in it are bright yellow knots of steaming dough; the space version of spaghetti. The color of the tomato sauce is also questionable (orange-red), but it smells good and you've eaten far worse.
Megumi and Satoru's mate, Suguru Geto, sit at the round dining table in the middle of the galley. Megumi raises his head as you step out of the elevator. Suguru also looks up; he is handing out cups and pouring filtered water.
These afternoon meals were your idea.
At first, Gojo and Sukuna in particular had resisted them – but mainly because the two of them don't get on with each other and regularly exchanged poisonous looks and equally poisonous words across the table. However, these get-togethers have now become a cherished ritual.
“What's the big guy doing down there in the isolation cell?”, Suguru asks in passing, placing a coaster on the tabletop. Satoru slams the bowl down on the table and slides onto the bench next to Suguru.
You settle down on a free seat as well. “He bruises his knuckles and wanders around the cell. Same old story”, you say.
Yuji squats down next to Megumi in a decidedly casual manner, grabs Megumis plate and heaps a generous amount of noodles with artificial tomato sauce on it. Both Suguru and Satoru pause and watch the spectacle with raised eyebrows.
Another gesture whose meaning is foreign to you.
Opening someone else's food may be a simple favor in your eyes, but judging by Satoru’s and Suguru's reaction, Yuuji might as well have just proposed to his crush.
Megumi thanks him politely and scoots a little closer to Yuji on the bench.
His face turns bright red when Megumi's upper arm brushes against his own, then he pokes around in his food with great interest. At least alien teenagers seem to make the same awkward advances as human teenagers.
Gluttonous silence reigns for a while.
Suddenly a siren wails. The voice of the space ship's computer booms far too loudly through the galley. Startled, you flinch and spill your water. Megumi also reflexively pulls his head between his shoulders; Yuji is immediately on the spot and pulls the black-haired boy to him in a protective manner.
>>Warning! Isolation cell 1 unstable! Lockdown of the cell wing on deck 1 initiated.<<
You sit frozen at the table and look at each other. Then everything happens very quickly, you jump up and, together with Satoru and Suguru, you dash to one of the many monitoring terminals dotted around the ship.
The touchscreen flickers; the logo of the pre-programmed software flickers across the screen. You enter the password, dial into the security area and select the surveillance cameras in the cell wing on deck 1, the lowest deck.
The isolation cell appears on the screen. The glass is shattered on one side. The cell is empty. Its occupant has broken out.
“Shit”, Satoru murmurs next to you and selects three more cameras. Three shots appear. The cell wing where Sukuna is locked up lies deserted.
The other shot provides no clues either. The third camera focuses on the entrance area of the cell wing and the titanium-reinforced connecting door that links the cell wing with the other rooms of deck 1. Sukuna is standing there, thrashing and tugging at the door with all four hands.
Although the shot is not the best, you can see the veins on his bare muscular upper arms. The tendons on his neck stand out and the top of his right hand is covered in blood.
Which answers the question of how Sukuna freed himself from the cell.
With brute force.
Satoru taps the picture twice; the audio transmission starts. Immediately, Sukuna's compressed breathing can be heard from the terminal's loudspeakers. As he throws himself against the door again, he emits a low rumble and a few syllables that are too indistinctly spoken for the implanted translation chip in his ear to decipher.
Satoru and Suguru, on the other hand, have understood and look at each other in silence.
“Computer”, Suguru says in a loud voice. The voice recognition system responds immediately. “Lock all connecting doors to deck 1 immediately. The cargo area. The cell wing. Engine room 1. The loading ramp.”
The ship's computer confirms Suguru's instructions.
The locking mechanisms are shown on the terminal display. Suguru calls up the input and types in two commands with flying fingers. You watch in silence; although your captors implanted a translator chip in you, you still can't read the strange alphabet of these aliens.
The ship's computer understands and no matter what is happening, the procedure must be pre-programmed into the computer protocol. The computer confirms that “Protocol 12” is being executed.
You look questioningly at Satoru and Suguru.
The two look at each other. Satoru shakes his head helplessly. Suguru sighs, puts his hand on your lower back and pushes you back to the dining table.
“What's going on?”, asks Yuji.
“Your uncle got himself out of the cell”, Satoru says simply.
Yuji's eyes widen. “But these are isolation cells. They are built for stuff like this. They aren’t supposed to break.”
“Apparently they do”, Satoru interjects. “We've had the entire lower deck sealed off. But it's only a matter of time before Sukuna finds a way out of the cell wing. He won't get through the titanium door, but probably through the ventilation or maintenance shafts. He's still pumped full of Alphaston.”
“What's alphaston?”, Megumi asks.
“Alpha pheromone”, Yuji explains. “It's the hormone that triggers the rut in alphas. Too much of it can go to your head and increase aggression and physical strength.”
“Is it normal for this to happen?”, you dare to ask.
Yuji and Suguru, both alphas, shake their heads. “Not normally. But ideally, alphas don't spend their rut alone either. If it should happen that an alpha has to endure a rut without a partner, the body regulates itself automatically. What Sukuna is going through right now could still be the after-effects of the experiments that were carried out on him. Who knows what these freaks have injected into him… But on the other hand… he is behaving like an alpha whose mating partner is close by, but he can't get to them. In that case, an overproduction of alphasteron can happen.”
“So what do we do now?”
Everyone looks at you.
You blink back.
“We have three options”, Suguru begins in an effortlessly cool tone. “Either we do nothing and wait and see. Sukuna will rage down there, he'll beat his hands and feet bloody and go through hell... but after two or three days he'll be back to his old grumpy self.”
You want to say something back, but Suguru raises his hand. “Option number two is that we pipe an anesthetic into the lower deck through the air filters and hope that Sukuna inhales enough of it to dull his rut. Then he'll only live through half a hell – assuming he inhales a large enough quantity of the stuff.”
Even to your ears, this suggestion sounds absolutely stupid, downright barbaric.
“And the third option: we lift the lock and let Sukuna go. Then we maneuver him so that he finds his way into his room and a volunteer... helps Sukuna through his rut.”
Again, a conspicuous number of glances dart in your direction. “What does that mean exactly? 'Helping Sukuna through his rut'?”
Suguru smiles sheepishly and licks his lips. Megumi and Yuji both look elsewhere.
“In that case, 'helping' means 'fucking' or rather 'get fucked'”, Satoru replies non-chalantly.
You close your mouth again.
“And since Suguru is a bonded Alpha and I'm a bonded Omega, that leaves only you.”
This time, all eyes are on you expectantly.
“But I'm a human, not an Omega”, bubbles out of you.
“That's indeed the great unknown constant”, Suguru admits. “I'm not trying to kid you, I have no idea what Sukuna is like during his rut. And I also don't know how he will react when you stand in front of him. And above all, we don't know how an alpha will react when a human without any secondary gender stands in front of him.”
“Maybe he'll ignore me because I don't smell like an omega”, you point out, but are interrupted by Suguru's shake of the head.
“I'm sure he doesn't. Haven't you noticed that Sukuna has been around you a lot in the last few days just before his rut? That he has brushed against you” - Suguru makes quotation marks with the index and middle fingers of both hands - ”purely by chance with his wrists, touched you and pushed you aside when he walked past you? That he marked you with the scent glands on his wrists? That he 'smelled' you from time to time? That's textbook alpha behavior. I bet if we let Sukuna out downstairs, it won't be five minutes before he's up here, throwing you over his shoulder and dragging you into his cabin. That would also explain why he insisted we lock him down there. He probably thought you were too weak and too human to deal with him in that state.”
You feel the twitch in your eyelid and take a deep breath. When you think back to the last few days, Sukuna has actually put an arm around your shoulder unusually often, pushing past you, helping you with repair work on the ship that you could very well have done on your own...
In the beginning, Sukuna had been suspicious and cynical.
He had let you all know that he wasn't stuck here with you on this spaceship by choice. Yuji had followed him around like a lost puppy in the beginning. He and Satoru had been at loggerheads a lot and that had led to Suguru, as Gojo's alpha, being dragged into the squabble as well.
Megumi had tried to isolate himself from everyone and everything. The trauma of the past months was clearly visible on his face. The bruises in the crooks of his arms and the backs of his knees, where your kidnappers had injected him with syringes and needles, had yet to heal. His blank stare and the slight trembling of his hands would take longer to heal.
What would never heal was the tattoo on your forearms.
Each of you has one.
A long number followed by a series of cryptic characters; like animals marked for the slaughterhouse.
Each of you had fallen into the hands of your captors, ruthless flesh traders, in one way or another.
Satoru and Suguru had been sold to the slave traders as a result of a conspiracy. Since they were already bonded mates at the time, they were not separated — and yet they were both experimented on. You can't help but wonder if that's why Satoru is wearing a blindfold.
Sukuna and Yuji had experienced something similar to what Satoru and Suguru had. Yuji had involuntarily become the pawn of blackmail. Since Yuji's parents had died in an accident, Sukuna, as Yuuji's next of kin and guardian, had moved heaven and earth to ransom his nephew. Ultimately, he even offered to become a slave himself. In the end, the uncle and the nephew were captured and sold to the flesh traders as working slaves or mercenaries.
Megumi is most likely an unwanted by-product. Somehow, his mother fell into the hands of the flesh traders and was presumably impregnated by Megumi's father. Since the slave traders were greedy for the product of this union, they kept Megumi, raised him, and altered his organism with various means, poisons, and operations. They then tried to sell him as a high-priced, exotic pleasure slave. This was the fate that would have befallen you as well.
You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. You were plucked from Earth like an overripe apple from a tree by the flesh traders. Now you know that humans (especially women) are among the most expensive slaves. They are 'trained' to become willing sex slaves, if necessary also operated on and altered, and then sold to the highest bidder.
Your captors had injected you with large amounts of Omegacin. Just as Alphaston causes an Alpha to rut, the hormone Omegacin triggers heat in an Omega.
But your body had rejected the alien hormone; your blood and metabolism had refused to absorb the unknown poison. For a few days you writhed in pain, almost went mad from fever attacks, but you survived. And since the mutation didn't work, they implanted a translator chip into your skull near your ears instead. So they still could sell you as a working slave who could do translation work.
At least this way you can communicate with the others. When you are far enough away and the chip can no longer decipher the sounds accurately, you hear their real language.
Sukuna and Yuji, who belong to the Ryomen people, converse with sharp, staccato syllables interspersed with soft growls.
Satoru and Suguru, both members of an alien species that call themselves Jujuzists, speak a peculiar singsong that vaguely resembles Japanese.
And Megumi, half human, half Zenin, speaks a kind of gibberish from both languages.
Your escape from the flesh traders laboratory, where you were all held captive, brought you together. When you were all washed up in the same cargo bay by pure chance and hijacked one of the rescue ships together, your fates became intertwined.
Your destination is a spaceport from where Sukuna and Yuji will travel back to their home planet Ryoma. Suguru and Satoru will fly back to their home world Shibuya Tau.
What Megumi and you will do, you don't know yet.
You actually want to go back to Earth, but the journey would take several years.
And Megumi, who is caught between two worlds, doesn't know where to go.
Although the spaceship is traveling at full speed, it will still take two good months before you get anywhere near the spaceport, and since the spaceship's hibernation pods are no longer intact, you now have to endure the next months.
And now, it seems, the next challenge in this odyssey awaits.
“So, let me get this right... Sukuna is running amok down there because he's really, really horny. And to keep Sukuna from completely losing his mind and becoming a danger to himself and to us, I'm supposed to... get in his pants because I'm currently the only option available.”
“I couldn't have put it better myself,” Satoru agrees cheerfully.
“At the same time, however, you can't tell me for sure that Sukuna won't completely lose his mind and do something really stupid or hurt me… while I try to get in his pants.”
“He won't”, Yuji suddenly pipes up. All eyes turn to him. “I-I don't know about you”, he gestures vaguely in Satoru and Suguru's direction, ”but Ryomen only have such a strong rut when they feel attracted to or desire someone and if that someone is around. Sukuna likes you, even though he can be an absolute asshole sometimes. Ryomen are possessive during their rut, they can be quite... uninhibited, that's true. But if they desire someone and that person accompanies them through their rut during this time, they won't do anything to them. Not even Sukuna. If you say 'stop,' he'll stop.”
Yuji's face turns as red as the tomato sauce on your plates. Especially since Megumi is looking at him with an interested expression on his face.
Once again, all eyes turn to you.
In the last few weeks, you've come together and yes, it's true that Sukuna was an insufferable asshole in the early days. But so were you at the beginning, when you all eyed each other suspiciously, not knowing who or what the others were.
When the ice was finally broken, the 'real' Sukuna emerged from his hard shell. His humor was as rough as his laugh, but with Yuji he was like an older brother. He liked to tattle, teased his nephew and could be a real pain in the ass sometimes. But if there was something to fix, if someone needed help, Sukuna was there, rolling up his sleeves and getting to work.
And Sukuna is good-looking.
Different, but good.
He has a strong jaw, is tall and muscular, and the dark markings on his body give him the image of a tattooed bad boy. Apart from the fact that he has four arms and pink hair, one might think that Sukuna came from a calendar with underwear models.
You would have to lie if you said that you hadn’t thought about sleeping with Sukuna. Especially since it can be tedious at times to have to listen to Suguru and Satoru having sex, to watch Yuji and Megumi's flirting, and not get a turn yourself.
There's just one thing you need to know before you do that...
“Um, Yuji...”
The young Ryomen looks up and, as if he's read your mind, he slowly shakes his head.
“Yuji, I have to ask... What, um... what does a Ryomen penis look like?”
Yuji purses his lips and turns bright red. “Well, just normal.”
“Define normal. Does it look like a human male’s penis?”
“I have no idea what a human penis looks like.”
Megumi opens his mouth but closes it again.
Satoru grins to himself and disappears from the galley. A few minutes later, he returns – with a dildo in his hand.
Suguru sighs like a long-suffering wife as Satoru, shamelessly, slaps the dark purple dildo down in the middle of the kitchen table.
“Here's some educational material,” he announces cheerfully. ”Don't worry, I washed it. It's a Jujuzist penis, but I think there will be some similarities.”
There is an awkward silence.
You pull yourself together, go to the dining table and pick up the thing. After all, the shape is the same except for...
“What is that?”, you ask, pointing to a soft, slightly raised spot at the root of the dildo's shaft.
Everyone looks at you in disbelief. You blink back.
“Don’t tell me that human men don't have that“, Yuji marvels. “This is the knot.”
“The knot?”, you echo.
“The knot”, Satoru confirms. “When an Alpha ejaculates, this area thickens to hold the penis in the clamp.”
“What kind of clamp?” You're starting to feel stupid.
Satoru blinks in puzzlement. “Well, the clamp. Omegas have clamps... down there.”
You blink back and can't help but stare first at your crotch and then at Satoru's. ”I... well, human females don't have clamps. I don't know what that’s supposed to be.”
“Fascinating”, Satoru marvels with honest fascination. “Now I'm really curious, what do human genitalia look like?”
“Well...” This time you get nervous, especially since you are acutely aware that not only Megumi but also Yuji is listening with pricked ears.
Sighing, you resign yourself to your fate. “Do you have something I can draw on?”
During the next twenty minutes, your horizons broaden tremendously. You learn that both alpha Jujutsuzist and alpha Ryomen have knots on their cocks. This additional erectile tissue has its counterpart in the clamp, as Satoru so casually said. Omegas don't have a clitoris in the conventional sense, but a kind of pleasure area in the vagina that also 'holds' the knot.
Your head is spinning.
You glance at the dildo out of the corner of your eye and wonder what Sukuna's cock might look like. Is it long or rather larger in girth? And how does this knot look like when its fully hard?
After that you draw two scribbled drawings of a cock and a vulva on a holopad. Satoru is fascinated. Suguru and Yuji exchange glances, and you can't shake the thought that the two of them are smiling at the lack of a knot in human penises.
“A cli-to-ris”, Satoru repeats, scratching his head. ”But... how is that supposed to work? The biggest erogenous zone of a human woman is located... outside of the vagina? What's the joke there? How do you people produce offspring?”
“That's just the way it is”, you reply, shrugging your shoulders. Satoru tilts his head and if he weren't wearing a blindfold, his expression would probably be pitying. “And it feels really good when you're being fucked and you're fondling your own clit at the same time”, you add, because you don't want to let Satoru's pitying expression get away with it. Unfortunately, you achieve the opposite: Satoru and Suguru look at you silently and exchange knowing glances.
“What?!”
“You have to finger yourself?” Suguru sounds almost disgusted.
You're not quite sure what his problem is. You've done it a lot in the past and so far only one person has complained, because your one-night stand at the time had insisted that you should only climax from his cock. He came. You didn't, so you faked an orgasm for him and, as soon as he left your apartment, you pleasured yourself.
“If Omegas had such small buttons on their pussies that you could easily access at any time, then every Alpha would play with it until his Omega starts screaming in pleasure. I would be mortified if I were to fuck Satoru and he had to do it himself.”
You look at the two of them, puzzled.
Is this another cultural difference?
Suguru's eyes have darkened in an archaic way, and there is a hunger in them that can hardly be described. Satoru licks his lips hastily and swallows dry. You wouldn't have been surprised if the air between the two had started to crackle.
Yuji clears his throat and the heated, sultry moment between Satoru and Suguru is over.
Suddenly, the siren blares again. The voice of the ship's computer announces an outbreak from the cell block. Suguru orders a complete lockdown of deck 1.
On the terminal, the surveillance cameras show a dark shadow lurking in the corridors of deck 1. Suguru was right. The Ryomen has indeed squeezed through one of the maintenance tunnels and escaped from the actually locked cell block. He is now standing in front of the sealed porthole-shaped door that blocks access from deck 1 to deck 2, and is punching the glowing red door panel in frustration.
Now that you have a rough idea of what's waiting for you in Sukuna's pants, you focus again on Sukuna's muscles working under his skin. You would have loved to reach through the screen and stroke his broad, strong back. The longer you think about it, the hotter it gets inside you. The idea of Sukuna holding you with two hands, massaging your breasts with the third, and fingering your pussy with the fourth makes your blood rush to your head.
How would it feel to kiss him?
The height difference would make it difficult, but not too much. Sukuna is a good head taller than you; if you stand on your tiptoes and he bends down to you, it should work.
Just as you imagine kissing his neck, Suguru pulls you out of your daydreams. He holds out a glass of water and an pill. You look at him blankly.
“A contraceptive“, the Alpha explains with the patience of a saint.
“Oh”, you say, not very intelligently, and swallow the pill without saying another word. In the state Sukuna is in now, he would probably never want to wear a condom.
“So, this is the plan”, Satoru explains. “You get ready, put on something comfortable, pack the essentials – what you would need for a two-day fuck vacation – and go down to deck 2 in the crew cabin section. Then we seal off access to us here on deck 3. You can contact the ship's computer anytime. If anything happens, we'll be there. The main reason for the lockdown is to prevent Sukuna from getting any bad ideas if he smells Suguru or Yujis scent. Since his rut lasts already 24 hours, you would probably have to spend another 24 hours, that is, a whole day, with him. I'll prepare a few things for you to take with you later.”
“A few things?”
“Yes”, Satoru announces proudly. ”Since I now know that you poor human females don't have any clamps, I see it as my duty as an Omega to lend you a helping proverbial hand. You're taking lubricant, soap, a headache remedy, and a sensor blocker. Just in case.”
“A sensor blocker? Is that really necessary?” You know the little green pills all too well. Sensor blockers dampen the ability to perceive stimuli, especially sensory stimuli. You were given the medication a time or two in the lab in the past to prevent panic attacks.
“A purely precautionary measure”, explains Satoru, who seems to know where your reservations come from. ”Ryomen are known for their virility. I don't want Sukuna to lose his head despite Yuji's assurances and fuck you to the point of overstimulation.”
“I've never heard of overstimulation in my entire life – let alone experienced it during sex myself”, you reply dryly. ”Under-stimulation, yes, but over-stimulation?”
Satoru snorts with amusement and in the background you see Suguru shaking his head with pursed lips in disgust. The two of them would throw their hands up in horror if you told them how often you've faked an orgasm or how often your bed partner has treated your clitoris like a scratch card so that it hurt. You would love to see their shocked faces.
You get ready. You put on a pair of black shorts and a loose-fitting T-shirt. Yuji accompanies you. Since his pheromones are to some extent identical to those of Sukuna, the Alpha will not see his nephew as a competitor.
This way of thinking still irritates you. The whole system of these secondary genders irritates you.
Yuji is carrying a box of water bottles. You are carrying a bag of Satoru's odds and ends, as well as packaged energy bars, glucose gels, dextrose, dry food, and rusk. Not a feast, but enough to survive 24 hours with a horny Ryomen.
The elevator doors open and you enter the elevator with Yuji. The boy taps two buttons, the doors slide together with a hissing sound and the elevator starts moving downwards with a barely noticeable jolt.
I'm about to have sex with an alien, the thought occurs to you. An idea that feels very strange and somehow surreal on the one hand, and incredibly hot on the other.
You remember a long-forgotten trend on one of the many social media platforms where people printed out their sometimes questionable turn-ons, their 'hear me outs', glued them on a wooden stick and then stuck them in a cake.
Sukuna would definitely deserve a place on such a cake, although the alpha doesn't necessarily look like a 'Hear Me Out' to you. Rather, he looks like a sexy, multi-armed model with an outrageously large amount of muscle.
The longer you think about it, the more comfortable you feel with the thought of sleeping with Sukuna. What's the worst that could happen? Satoru has always had a tendency to exaggerate. Sukuna might be filled from head to toe with rut hormones, but how bad could it get? Your previous bedroom adventures were of average quality – with the odd outlier in either direction.
You've never experienced the sensational heights that you've read so often in fan fiction and some spicy romantasy novels. And now you've come to the conclusion that even out here in the vastness of space, no one can fuck like that.
Only this ominous knot is causing you a little concern.
Not that you and Sukuna are ultimately incompatible. What then? Handjobs? Blowjobs? A fuck between your breasts or your thighs? You would think of something.
The elevator stops, the doors open.
“Deck 2, living area A”, the announcement says.
Yuji goes ahead with the crate full of water bottles. Only the emergency lighting is on down here as well. At least the ceiling lights are working in crew cabin section A. Various doors to the individual cabins lead off from a long corridor on the right and left.
Out of pure vanity, you decide on the largest and most spacious one. A large bed stands in the middle of the room. Opposite, a narrow door leads to the bathroom, where there is a shower and a toilet. Tentatively, you play around with the water controls. Hot water splashes out of the shower head. Perfect.
Yuji puts the water crate on a low chest of drawers next to the bed. You place the bag of food and Satoru's ‘few things’ next to it. So far, everything is ready. When you turn around, Yuji is standing in the middle of the room, seemingly wrestling with himself.
“Is something wrong?”, you ask.
The boy opens his mouth once or twice, then closes it and starts again. “Well, there is something I haven't told you yet. Regarding Sukuna.” He mumbles and guiltily avoids your gaze.
“What haven't you told me yet?” A bad feeling overcomes you. And it becomes much stronger when Yuji points to his own pants with a bright red head.
“Well... Ryomen- Alpha-Ryomen have... they have”, he stutters, looks you in the face and quickly looks elsewhere, ”Alpha-Ryomen have two penises.”
“Excuse me?”
It's not often that you're speechless. But with this revelation, Yuji has done just that. Two penises! The thought scurries through your head like a startled mouse. Two! Penises!
You can handle one cock... but two?
“I'm sorry, I wanted to tell you much earlier, but then you started with that clitoris thing and I forgot about it!” Yuji's eyes shine with honest remorse. Like a scolded puppy, he fidgets in front of you, waiting for absolution.
“And... do both penises have this strange knot?”
Yuji nods with his lips pressed tightly together. You snort. This just gets better and better! “Is there anything else you forgot to tell me?” You can't manage to keep your tension out of your voice one hundred percent.
Yuji's silence is answer enough.
Sighing, you let yourself sink onto the bed and brace yourself for the next revelation.
The boy licks his lips. “So, Ryomen have these markings on their bodies.” He points to his own cheeks, to the dark spots under his eyes. You nod. “Some of these markings can be opened, or something like that. I don't know how else to describe it.” He gestures nervously and, seeing your confused expression, decides to try another approach. Yuji takes a deep breath, inflates his cheeks and holds his breath. For a second or two, absolutely nothing happens. Then suddenly a fine crack appears in the spot and-
A mouth appears on Yuji's cheek.
You open your eyes wide and are speechless once more. The mouth on Yuji's cheek has small pointed teeth and a pointed tongue with black winding lines on it. You stare at Yuji's cheek in disbelief. The mouth moves, contorts into a smile and sticks out its tongue at you. Then it closes again and Yuji's cheek is as smooth and flawless as before.
“What was that?”
“They're cursed mouths”, Yuji explains, moving his jaw back and forth tentatively. ”Every Alpha-Ryomen has them. They're no good for anything, but we still have them.”
“Can you talk with them?”
“Not me. But Sukuna can. He's got a few of those mouths too.”
“A few?!”
“Yeah. Well, don't be alarmed if one accidentally pops out of his body. It happens sometimes. Sukuna has a big one on his belly. I don't know where the others are.”
Overwhelmed by all the information that has been bombarding you in the last few minutes and hours, you run your fingers through your hair. Two penises and some mouths that randomly pop out and close again.
Sukuna has definitely earned his place on your imaginary 'Hear me Out'-cake.
“Okay, thanks for the info. I'll be fine. Well, everything will be fine and as you said – Sukuna won't hurt me.” Your voice doesn't sound as firm as it did before.
Yuji's eyes soften and the smile that spreads across his lips is honest. “Yes, it will. Sukuna has always treated his rut partners really well. You'll be fine.” And then Yuji scurries out of the cabin. Seconds later, you can hear the soft hiss of the elevator doors.
With a sigh, you fall backwards onto the mattress. You lie there for a while with your eyes closed, listening to the faint hum of the light generators. Then there is a crack above you and Satoru's voice sounds over the loudspeaker.
“Is everything all right down there? I'm now locking the access to deck 3... aaaaand I’m opening the connecting doors to deck 1. I'll leave the receiving channel open. If you run out of filtered water or food, or if you need a break from all the shagging, just shout. The ship's computer will report to us.”
“Got it”, you say loudly against the ceiling without opening your eyes. ”How long will it take for Sukuna to get up here?”
“I don't know. As soon as he realizes that the connecting doors between decks 1 and 2 are open and he can get up, he'll always follow his nose. And then he'll eventually realize that your scent is coming from the crew cabin section and then he'll go straight there. How long that will take, I don't know. But you can speed up the whole thing by enhancing your scent. Jump around a bit so you sweat, or even better, have sex with yourself. Lust pheromones are the most potent and therefore the easiest to sniff out.<<
The connection dies with a crackling sound.
You lie there and don't know whether to laugh or cry.
Well, if it helps Sukuna to find your scent, it will definitely help you to calm down.
With a sigh, you pull your shoes and socks off your feet and make yourself comfortable on the bed. Slowly, you slide your hand under the loose waistband of your sweatpants, run it under the lace hem of your underwear and feel soft, warm and, above all, damp skin.
You are wet.
And you get wetter as you run your index finger through your labia, collecting moisture and circling your clitoris with the tip of your finger.
A shaky groan escapes you, and with it a good deal of your tension.
You think of Sukuna's body, his muscles, his mischievous grin and the challenging glint in his eyes. And his scent. Ryomen smell good; Sukuna always smells of a mixture of black pepper, lavender and sandalwood. It's as if he had a body perfume of his own. According to Satoru, all Alphas have a unique scent that they generously transfer to those they like or are close to. 'Marking' is what this practice is called.
You gasp with pleasure, slide your other hand under your T-shirt and bra, and play with your nipples. If those were Sukuna's hands, he would still have two hands left to push you onto the mattress and caress your other breast.
The things you could do in bed with four hands.
You circle your clitoris faster, finding a rhythm that fuels your desire more and more. You rub against your fingers. Pinch your nipple.
Sukuna is tall, he could easily press you against the wall. You've never done it standing up – or rather, against a wall. You gasp ecstatically into the emptiness of the room and squeeze your knees together.
Soon, soon, soon...
You jerk your hips, lick your lips and push two fingers inside at just the right moment.
Two penises... would they both fit inside you at the same time? The thought makes you even hornier than you already are. What would a knot feel like? You bend both your fingers, rubbing over your G-spot. Panting, you arch your back. Your legs tremble.
Almost, just a little more...
Sukuna's pressed breath, his rising and falling chest. And his flat, muscular stomach. The cursed mouth on his belly. Would it look like Yuji's mouth on his cheek? Thin lips and a pointed tongue? You could sit on such a mouth; it could lick you. You could rub against its tongue, ride its tongue. Oh God, yes!
You come.
It's a short orgasm, but it leaves you satisfied and exhausted and happy.
Your breathing is labored and erratic.
A wonderful buzz runs through your entire body and as you pull your hands out of your pants, your cheeks are flushed, and you feel invincible. So invincible that you’re confident about taking care of dicks at once!
Your labored breathing is interrupted by a low growl.
You open your eyes.
You turn your head to the side.
The door to the stall is open.
And standing in the doorway, legs apart, is Sukuna.
Your jaw drops and your blood boils in your face. How long has he been standing there? Has he been watching you finger yourself?
Sukuna's gaze is fixed on you. He holds on to the top of the door frame with both hands. He has the other two clawed into the side of the door frame. His short black fingernails are the same color as the tattoo-like markings that cover his arms, chest and face.
Has Sukuna always been so tall and muscular? Your eyes travel over his naked upper body and stick to the soft folds of his trousers. The erection bulging the fabric cannot possibly come from just one penis.
Without taking his eyes off you, Sukuna slowly approaches you. His bare feet make almost no sound on the floor. You want to lean on your forearms. Sukuna is faster and clasps your hand – with gentle force he pulls your fingers towards him.
The fingers you just shoved into your pussy.
With an open mouth, you watch as Sukuna, with quivering nostrils, sniffs your shiny, moist fingers and then, without hesitation, licks them off. Stunned, you let it happen. The tip of his tongue teases the skin between your fingers and then he sucks on your fingertips, not letting go until your fingers are clean. He swallows dry. His Adam's apple twitches.
“What are you doing here?“, he finally asks in a hoarse voice. You lie on your back, breathless, not knowing what to say. Gone are all the good intentions and self-confidence.
“I-I want to help you”, you say meekly.
Sukuna lets go of your hand. His scuffed knuckles brush your leg. His thumb caresses your bare knee. “Help me?”
“Yes”, you breathe. With his two lower hands, he slowly but surely pushes your knees apart and pushes himself between them. His erection bulges his pants.
“Yes, I want to help you with that”, you follow up.
Your arms aren't long enough for you to touch his cock—his cocks—from your lying position. Sukuna's nostrils flare. He looks down at you warily, then grabs the backs of your knees and holds you tight.
“Do you have any idea what it means to help me now?” His voice rolls over you like a wave. You can clearly feel that you are getting wet again; your clitoris is throbbing.
“Believe me, I have been thoroughly instructed. By Yuji and Satoru.”
Sukuna snorts contemptuously when he hears Satoru's name. “Is that so...” His grip on your knees tightens and with a strong jerk he pulls you towards him so that your hips are on the edge of the bed. With his other two hands, he supports himself to the left and right of your head. Slowly, he leans over you. His erection, this almost monstrous bulge, presses between your legs.
You exhale with a hiss. When did you hold your breath? “Yes, and... and just so we're clear: I'm here because I want to be here. And not because someone forced me to do it, okay? I want this.” You push your hips forward, nestling them against the bulge in his trousers.
Sukuna laughs softly and throatily.
You look up at him questioningly.
Without any warning, he grabs the hem of your T-shirt and pulls it over your head, not exactly carefully. Next, it's time for your bra. Since Sukuna can't find the clasp right away, he simply rips off the straps and pulls it over your head as well. “Hey!”, you protest at this rough treatment, “be caref— uh!”
“You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this”, he grunts against your skin and licks over your nipples.
Your nipples harden under his caresses. You gasp and again you push your hips against Sukuna's erection. He lets go of your legs, leans on the mattress and bends down closer to you. You wrap your arms around his neck and run your fingers through his cropped pink hair.
Two of his hands cup your breasts, squeezing and caressing them. His body radiates an enormous heat. As he presses his mouth onto your left breast and licks and sucks not only your nipple but also the areola, you moan in ecstasy. His tongue rubs over your nipple again and again.
You writhe under him, wanting more. You fondle Sukuna's head and pulling him away from your breasts. An unwilling growl escapes Sukuna's mouth. His pupils are dilated, the iris a mere red wreath as he looks at you. Breathlessly, you cup his face with both hands, pull him towards you and kiss him.
Sukuna becomes as stiff as a board. Unsure (and a little disappointed), you break the kiss. The Ryomen looks at you with a barely interpretable expression.
“Did I do something wrong?”, you ask, breathlessly.
Sukuna's mouth is open, you can see the tips of his canines. “Ryomen don't usually kiss each other on the mouth.”
“Oh...” And the next time you put your foot in it, you dive with a running start.
But now that you think about it, you've never seen Satoru and Suguru kissing. They touch each other all the time, they hug and caress and lick and kiss each other on the neck and on the wrists, but on the lips?
A wrinkle forms between Sukuna's eyebrows. “Is that a human thing?”
“Yeah. We kiss on the mouth when we like each other... and when we sleep together.”
Sukuna remains silent, then leans down to you again and awkwardly presses his lips onto yours.
You tilt your head and open your mouth. He does the same and when you press the tip of your tongue against his, Sukuna lets out a snort through his nose and kisses you. Or rather, he devours you, sucking and licking your lower lip.
Your lips move against each other as if you've kissed many times before, and you wonder silently whether Sukuna lied to you earlier or whether he's simply a natural at kissing.
While he is still kissing you, one of his hands moves down. He caresses your naked stomach and slides under the waistband of your shorts. You spread your legs to give him more room. He runs two fingers over your underwear and lets out a satisfied grunt when he feels the moisture there.
He breaks away from your lips, sucks on your neck and buries his face in the curve of your neck. If you were an omega, you would have small glands there that exude omega pheromones. But you don't, and judging by Sukuna's growl, this fact is bothering him a lot right now.
He breaks away from you, pulls his hands back and straightens up between your legs to his full height. You lie on your back on the bed and blink at him with swollen lips, red nipples and disheveled hair. His gaze glides down and clings to your shorts.
And then it happens: two small slits open under his eyes at the level of his cheekbones. But there are no mouths like Yuuji's, but two additional eyes that stare at you with dilated pupils and blood-red irises.
Four arms, four eyes...
Sukuna doesn't seem to notice any of this; instead, he grabs the last bit of clothing you still have on with all four of his hands and pulls your shorts and lace-rimmed underwear off your legs.
Sukuna's nostrils quiver, his gaze fixed on your wet labia and the little pubic hair that grows there. His fingers twitch and you suddenly feel like a sacrificial offering to an archaic deity.
The alpha licks his lips. He clasps the back of your knees, lifts your legs and spreads your thighs. Then he gets down on his knees in front of you and puts your legs on his shoulders.
“You smell like an omega in heat”, he whispers greedily. He spreads your outer labia with two of his thumbs and just looks at your slick folds. You moan and feel boiling blood rising to your face. Rarely have you felt as naked and vulnerable as you do at this moment.
“There”, you murmur, feeling with trembling fingers between your wide-spread legs. “Touch me there.” You rub your clit with gentle pressure and gasp with pleasure. Sukuna's gaze becomes lurking – and devious.
Impatiently, he pushes your fingers away and licks up over your vulva with the full width of his tongue. Moaning, you want to reflexively push your knees together, but Sukuna's head is in the way.
He greedily presses his mouth onto your clitoris, circles the sensitive nob with the tip of his tongue and sucks on it. You moan and dig your fingers into the bed sheets.
Your head is full of cotton wool and sharp lightning. Hot desire runs through you. You moan and try to keep your mind on track. Sukuna growls softly, sucks on your throbbing clitoris and suddenly, without warning, pushes two fingers inside you.
Fuck!
You gasp in surprise. His fingers feel huge; they are definitely bigger than your own. He fingers you, thrusting in, slowly withdrawing his fingers before thrusting them back in. And then he curls his fingers and rubs over your G-spot with the certainty of a sleepwalker.
A silent scream leaves your mouth as hot desire burns your nerve pathways. The lumb in your lower abdomen contracts and then you come. As your walls contract rhythmically, he presses his fingertips against your G-spot and rubs while sucking on your clitoris.
Too much! Way too much!
Your back arches, your legs tremble. Your whole body tenses up and you collapse. Everything is light and warm and a pleasant tingling sensation runs through you...
Until you flinch because Sukuna doesn’t stop. He's still licking your swollen clit like it's his favorite candy. An incredulous gasp escapes you.
“Wait, Sukuna!”
He doesn't wait. Instead, he pushes a third finger inside you.
“Su-kuna! It's too- too much; I- I can’t-”
“Yes, you can!”
His fingers press against your G-spot, rubbing over it. You reach into his hair, trying to pull his mouth away from your throbbing clit. The Alpha merely snorts; two of his red eyes look up at you warily, as if they want to see you lose your mind with pleasure.
The tip of his tongue circles your most sensitive spot and... pushes back the hood of your clit. With his tongue, Sukuna rubs against your sensitive and now completely unprotected nob.
You writhe under him, trying again to push his head away. Your legs tremble. Tears form in the corners of your eyes. Sukuna slides two hands under your bottom and lifts your hips closer to his mouth like a shell.
You scream out the pleasure as you come a second time.
Sukuna pulls his fingers out of you just in time as you come onto his tongue and the inside of your thighs. The alpha licks the liquid from your thighs. You flinch weakly as he licks your vulva one last time.
Gasping for breath, you lie on the bed and try to understand what just happened.