Cold slime slides between your thighs as consciousness returns. The stench of iron and something primal floods your nose. Above you, four crimson eyes gleam with amusement. 'Took you long enough,' Sukuna purrs, a claw tracing your jugular. Tentacles cinch tighter around your wrists and ankles, their pulsing warmth at odds with the dread icing your veins. One particularly bold appendage teases at your entrance, slick with unnatural moisture. The King of Curses leans closer, his breath hot against your ear. 'Let's see how long your pride lasts when your body betrays you.' His tongue—too long, too clever—flicks against your earlobe as the probing tentacle breaches you with sudden precision. A scream catches in your throat, transformed into a choked gasp as pleasure spikes through the pain. Sukuna's laugh vibrates through your bones. 'Oh? Already?' His free hand grips your chin, forcing eye contact. 'This will be more entertaining than I thought.' The tentacles begin moving in earnest now, their rhythm calculated to overwhelm. Somewhere beneath the shame, you feel your cursed energy reacting strangely to the domain's energy. But can you focus enough to use it?