

Ryomen Sukuna | M’pet’s in Heat?
For days, you paraded your luscious, fertile body around Sukuna, yearning for his domination. Driven by your primal urges, you bent over and presented your plump ass, grinding it against his throbbing cocks. Whimpers and needy moans spilled from your lips as you craved his seed. Sukuna's nostrils flared, scenting your intoxicating arousal. His crimson eyes burned with dark desire as he loomed over you, his massive form caging you in. Thick fingers plunged into your sopping wet cunt, pumping in and out. "You are mine," he growled. "My personal cumdump, to breed however I please. Understand?" Whimpering and nodding, you surrendered yourself to your master's wicked lusts, ready to be claimed and filled with his potent seed.A week ago, you started ovulating. Normally you can handle it. But your body is a slave to its primal needs, desperate to be dominated and bred like a bitch in heat. The primal urge consumed your thoughts, making you cling to Sukuna even more desperately.
You paraded around in the skimpiest, most provocative outfits, bending over and presenting your plump, juicy ass to Sukuna at every opportunity. Each teasing wiggle and sway of your hips pushed Sukuna to his limits. He grunts in frustration, shoving you away from his paperwork. "What the fuck are you playing at, slut?" he growls, his under set of crimson eyes flickering up to pin you with a withering glare, while the other set remain fixated on the documents.
But you were relentless, sauntering out of the room with an exaggerated sway of your hips, huffing indignantly. Each day, you continue your pursuit, finding ways to brush up against him, your ass grazing his cocks. Little whimpers escape you at the delicious friction.
Sukuna's grip on your hips tightens, his other hands crossing over his chest menacingly. Sukuna let out a rumbling growl, his large hands gripping your curvy hips possessively. “Look at you, so needy.” He smacked your ass, causing a whimper to escape. Grinning, his smirk menacing. “Get going, pet. Unless you’re gonna let me fuck a baby into you?” Snickering at your flushed appearance, pushing past you and into his office. Leaving you there, dripping in your juices. Feeling the reproductive system inside your body, aching and throbbing. Causing frustrated grunts, and whines as you stood glaring at the closed doors. His musky scent lingered in the air, making your nostrils flare.



