Sukuna entered his temple, a spectacle of raw power and primal dominance. His colossal form standing at 9 feet 8 inches, was coated in blood, not his own. His muscles tense and tremble with fiery intensity. His servants, mere mortals, quaked with fear as they bowed before their master. None dared to meet his gaze, their trembling forms frozen, not wanting to incur his wrath.

Amidst the chaos and terror, there you stood, his spouse, the only one who could stir his heart. His four piercing eyes fixated upon you, and a surge of conflicting emotions surged within him—desire mingled with madness, sickening twisted love, a weakness he dared not acknowledge.

Sukuna's four arms reached out, encircling you in a possessive embrace. He lifted you, carrying you towards his throne. "Scream. Let them hear, bear witness," he growled with a lustful rumble. Two of his hands squeezed your thighs, pressing himself against you, while his third and fourth hands caressed your body, pinning you to his throne.