Finis Chaldea

Oh?! From Sukuna's angle, it looked like the goddess' body was undergoing a change or two. He had a pair of hands large enough to engulf her thighs, but it felt as if he was suddenly covering less of them. Yes, she was definitely getting a bit thicker. If he looked properly, he was starting to see her chest from behind, which he couldn't do previously. Sukuna took a moment to think. He'd once heard something about Creators and the functionality of their bodies related to mana storage. They were the bringers of life. The women of their kind carried with them the ability to sustain life, which the Prime Destroyer once equated to storing mana that would later be shared. Ah... her Source was finally receiving mana directly from his own.

Ishtar kept yapping. Sukuna didn't have the slightest idea how she was taking credit for any of this. Nevertheless, her ignorance was a wonderful source for his long-term entertainment. Eventually, letting her remain alive and conscious would pay dividends. All he had to do was... tolerate her existence for a bit longer. Besides, there was more entertainment to be found at present. Kur had been given a choice. Would she defile herself with the demon's cock as an instrument, or would she let herself become an instrument of Sukuna's use instead? Kur chose the former for her own sanity. . .

The Demon Lord of Obscenity. That title of Sukuna's was something he took great joy in having. Above all else, it was an apt descriptor of his Source, just as the titles for all members of his kind were on an individual basis. The discomfort of others gave him satisfaction. Torture, pain both physical and mental, breaking the minds and bodies of everyone in his path... These were things Sukuna held near and dear to his very soul. Kur thought to take the easy way out by slowly taking him within herself, but nothing could ever be so simple. Surely she thought things wouldn't be so bad now. She had some modicum of control over the situation; she could take things at her own pace and not be completely ruined. Oh how wrong she was.

"Tararsh pleratith... myzmesz freklenssdaer," Sukuna chanted. Before Creation, comes Destruction. This was a phrase he was once told so long ago, the world hadn't been born yet. Kur was going to become a new type of being today, but first... she had to be destroyed, that her Source might truly breathe for the first time. The only way forward was destruction, and the methods of Kur were not conducive to that. What was conducive, was Sukuna's effort to right her wrongs. Just as she began to ensure her own penetration, Sukuna jerked her by the legs. He'd be planted in her folds, he'd break into her womb, and he'd do it all in one fell swoop, seeming elated to have done so. He hadn't done something silly like cursing Kur to do something herself, but it was a purposeful development that he gave her a false sense of security and control. What he did do, was employ a personal curse that manifested through the markings on his shaft. Once he was fully inserted, Kur's inner walls would be disallowed the natural end-result of pleasure. This was how he'd actively claim her soul─ by long-term forcing Kur into the acceptance of an even stronger binding vow through lasting denial.

Sukuna could see and feel the growth of Kur's body, and Kur could feel it herself. Kur understood the nature of the body of a female Creator. To store mana for later usage. Her own stores had been used up long ago, when she made physical her concept. But here and now she had the excess for her body to fill out again. It was probably for the best her clothes had been shredded. They definitely would have popped otherwise. Ah, but there was one in the group who didn't understand what was going on, even while possessing the body of a Creator herself. Ishtar had always thought of her form as particularly Divine, but it was simply the case that she had people making offerings of mana to her and she was simply storing it and never using it. Here and now, she thought that some curse applied by Sukuna was obviously changing the physical form of Kur to be more like her own divine form, so he could continue tolerating using it until he could have Ishtar. "Ohohoho! Even he thinks you're so much a runt that he needs to make you take on the characteristics of my physical form to continue!" she decided this information all on her own. No one had even been acknowledging her speech. It was as if, she was riled up by all the violent actions occurring against Kur that she'd abandoned anything resembling logic.

Whatever the case, Kur had many things to concentrate on, like... making sure this particular deflowering didn't become too much too quickly. And for a single moment it was that way, even a new phrase uttered which she pieced together from his earlier statements. She knew those words parts. And in a single second while she was lowering herself she understood. 'Before Creation comes Destruction'. "Wait, I..." it was cut short. She was wrong once again. She'd been allowed to think this wouldn't be too bad with a bit of control, but she was finding out in a single moment that the demon pillaging her body had no restraint in his soul at all. What had started off as a gentle slip or nudge into her undercarriage that she was just starting to understand as a point of pressure. Became immense and overwhelming as the whole of him was shoved all the way into her body. What did she feel in that moment? Was it pain? Was it pleasure? It was probably both. Her entire torso felt full. She could feel the walls of her internal canal rather suddenly having something to rub against and squeeze. But beyond just the sensations her life up to this point flashed before her eyes. But physically just that cut off thought and a yelp, as her eyes lost their light. If it was possible a bit of her soul left her body in that moment. She wasn't sure why she felt it so deep even past the point where her body should have ended, but she was most definitely in shock. Her eyes glazed over and her mind completely blank.

"What did she die?" asked Ishtar who was infinitely amused by the prospect. Kur getting murdered by a cock Ishtar herself wanted to take would have been a perfectly acceptable outcome to this kind of torture. But was that what was happening. Well, as the seconds passed the hyper functionality of her brain had her processing that last sentence. 'Mom used to say that a lot. She said Destroyers were necessary to balance the world out. Does that mean it was decided that death wasn't necessary... does he really not like me?' she gave it consideration and with her head and body not working in tandem she could actually think past the sensations of her body. 'No, that isn't really right. He never came off like he was going to erase me out of existence. He was actually reasonably nice. Interested in my skills and magic and even my body. Well... he's abusing my body right now but... Mom always said destroyers embody their natures. What if all of this is just how he does what he does?' she gave it a bit of thought. 'Actually, he said something about giving, mana transfers. He said they wouldn't know up from down. My body was way outside of my own control for a while there, but that only happened after that first mana transfer. He also gave a mana transfer. He'd have no reason to give me a mana transfer at all,' she gave another pause for a few seconds. There was an answer here... 'He was really nice about my using his magic. And though he claimed to be teaching Ishtar about it, he always spoke loud enough for me to hear him out. He also whispered things directly to me that he didn't want anyone else to hear...' she thought about it a bit more and the things being added up were quite different. 'Ishtar made a deal for her soul to have me tortured and he took it.' she thought. 'But he's a demon and making deals is in his nature and he made one with me that he seemed really excited about. He also said he would torture me just because he wanted to... meaning what he's doing to me right now isn't about what Ishtar demanded,' she concluded. 'Besides, she's been pretty wrong with the random stuff she's been saying this whole time. He hasn't been doing anything super violent nor has he actually cursed me into doing anything weird. It's rough but it isn't bad, and I don't actually hate anything he's been doing to me, well that last entry could have been a bit less rushed.' she thought her way through to the end of the statement as the entirety of their interaction began flashing before her very eyes from start to finish. 'He's been speaking to me in his mother tongue, teaching me his language so I can better use his magic, and giving me his mana. Does that mean... he chose me?! Did he choose me and Ishtar doesn't know, the look on her face when she finds out will make this day... Perfect!'

Stupid, stupid, stupid. From the sound of things, Ishtar wasn't even aware of her own people and their nature as physical creatures. Sukuna had nothing to do with the changes in Kur's body. Well... that wasn't quite true. He actually had a lot to do with the changes, but they were no conscious effort of his. Actually, Sukuna didn't even think he had a curse for that sort of purpose. Maybe he should come up with one? No, it seemed he wouldn't be needing to do that at all.

Poor Kur. The young goddess thought herself safe. She thought she could manage an acceptable transition into copulation, but alas, Sukuna sought no such thing. He fully intended to ravage her from the beginning; taking her by surprise when her guard was down was just icing on the proverbial cake. Moreover, that mighty plunge had quite the powerful side-effect. A single yelp was all he heard before Kur stopped fighting entirely. Her body had gone limp in his hands, and Ishtar immediately presumed her dead. Sukuna knew she wasn't. No, no, there was something far greater happening as the death goddess' mind collapsed. This was a reaction attributed solely to overload. "Ehehehehahahahaha! Hahahahaha!" he laughed in a manic fashion.

Regardless of Kur's virtual unconsciousness, Sukuna would not be stopped. He'd knocked her mind loose with that initial thrust, but he wasn't going to wait around until she came back. That motionless body would know motion via Sukuna's pelvis repeatedly slamming against her undercarriage. Reckless abandon was the way of his pivoting. Each and every thrust would be knocking Kur's body forward, his additional arms keeping her stable. Every bump forward ended as the hand in her hair tugged, pulling her body back into his next thrust. Surely her consciousness was floating around here somewhere. Maybe it would come back eventually, or maybe he'd plow her body into oblivion to let her consciousness coalesce into another form. In such an occasion, he'd only have to hunt down the new one... but perhaps something entirely different would be happening instead─

Kur knew for a fact that Ishtar didn't understand how the bodies of Creators worked, she was far too busy trying to wreck the things that belonged to her elder siblings to do anything reasonable like, listening to their mother in her youth. Kur had been exactly opposite of Ishtar in how she lived her life. Of course, Ishtar also thought she'd died just now, which was completely and utterly impossible without some very specific criteria being met first. But... that didn't matter right just now, now, Kur was slowly coming to accept the idea that this demon wasn't simply ravaging her just to do it. Something about his nature wanted him to do this, and he'd chosen her to receive him in the most literal way that could happen. It made her happy. Happier still was she as she pieced together the words he'd spoken when talking to himself nearer the start of their interaction. 'He called her a stupid beast. She truly is~' she mused. Ah, the sensation was returning... and she was coming to once more. She was trying to say something but her mouth still didn't really want to work. What she was trying to say was, I know, but it came out as... "No...no... no... no..." in multiple hard breaths. In response to her utterances at the still moving pelvis of Sukuna. It was hard for Kur, after realizing what was going on, it was almost easy to accept the pummeling currently being meted out to her. Ishtar seemed surprised, but also amused.

"Ohohohoho! You should have taken the option to die, runt. Now your suffering will never end!~" she said laughing. Ah... she was dumb. Ishtar was so sure she'd won this little competition that she still hadn't come to the conclusion that Sukuna was literally doing all he said he was doing in the moments leading up to this. So high was she on her own supposed victory she didn't see it slipping through her fingers. In the moment, as the cloudiness disappeared, Kur realized it would probably be better to not let her know now, how little she was winning. Actually, there was probably a bit more fun to be had with this... perhaps Sukuna would be up for it? She had to let him know in some way that she understood what was happening here, and he'd spoken enough words to her for her to become capable of putting together a few small sentences. And Ishtar gave her the perfect opening... "The runt can't take it?" Actually, Ishtar would probably panic if she thought that Sukuna hadn't completely broken her. "Bry vensh daar!" Unlike Ishtar's earlier 'application' of curses. This one would case her to bite down on her own tongue "Are you going to sq....oooffh" Blood was now pooling in the mouth of the goddess as the order for her to bite her tongue settled and made her clamp down on her tongue between her teeth before she finished her newest ridiculous sentence. For Sukuna with no applied power she had something different to say... "Ven anck weev rhan" She said. There was a bit wrong with a couple of her pronunciations, but her meaning was still settled as far. Clearly at least the words against Ishtar had their desired effectiveness. But she wasn't trying to curse Sukuna, instead she was trying to have a conversation, though admittedly that was going to take a bit, she figured they had time. Whatever curse was applied at his entrance, she wasn't sure of the purpose of it, but she was certain there was a pressure building in her loins which she couldn't seem to make dissipate.

Kur eventually 'came online' again, as it were. When she did, the only thing passing her lips was a repeated 'no' which... didn't seem at all right. In every conceivable way, it did seem she was rejecting all that happened to her... except one. Sukuna knew what resistance was like. In Kur's body, there was still no fight, and he knew she hadn't been broken that badly with what he'd done. Was she...? No! No, things surely couldn't have been going that perfectly! Could they?!

There was one answer to Sukuna's curiosity, and that answer was... yes. Things could be going so well. It took some time and additional heckling from Ishtar before Kur spoke again. When she did though, she spoke the language of demons with enough intensity to deliver a curse. Bite your tongue was surely what she meant to say. The word bite did not translate from Common to Sukuna's native language; her use of bry was more like... ate. Yes, ate was the word she used, just slightly off, but effective enough against a now bloody-mouthed Ishtar. "Ehahahaha!" Sukuna laughed, deciding to correct Kur's speech. "Brye."

Oh, this was going to be far better than Sukuna could have ever expected! Kur spoke with a demon's tongue again, and was just a little off once more. Her pronunciation was to be expected of a new speaker to any language; there was just one nuance missing in her speech. "Weiev. Siuncimyb lon wegam," he corrected. All the while, he never stopped battering the goddess. Presently, he wondered when she would realize what sort of curse she'd been afflicted with. Time would tell. . .

Even while she cursed Ishtar, even while she spoke to Sukuna, the man continued to batter away at her insides. Of course he would, it was kind of what he said he was going to do. Even so, it wouldn't really stop their conversation, it'd only make her take pauses, and yelp every once in awhile. It seemed that Ishtar bit her tongue, but didn't immediately think it had anything to do with Kur. No in fact, she heard the laughter of Sukuna and figured that she'd tried cursing the man and failed. "Finally shom-one else sheees how usheleesh you are!" these were Ishtar's words, spoken with complete ignorance of the fact that she'd been cursed. It was obvious by context that she thought that Kur had been trying to curse Sukuna and that he'd in turn cursed her instead with that pronunciation change.

Meanwhile in actuality a small smirk was on Kur's face as she took in the sounds of the now injured goddess. Still she didn't try to heal herself in anyway, obviously she didn't know the normal kind of magic that would fix it. And she'd not managed to use the Reverse Curse Technique either. Wow. It was kind of strange. That utterance of a corrected word made Kur nod even as her hair was being pulled, adding extra tension that sent even move sensation to her loins. Whatever the case her admission of knowledge seemed to be taken rather well at this point. "No... you... can't..." that should be enough for Ishtar to jump to some random extra conclusion. And to her credit she immediately answered to the provocation. "Of courshe he can. You can't curshe him... schotop trying to ruin my revenge!" That bitten tongue lisp continued which only served to make it funny.

Beyond this Kur heard words which explained what was wrong with her pronunciation. Apparently she needed to enunciate her vowels better to get the proper effectiveness. She had the same problem with other languages. Obviously she'd work on it while she practiced. Actually, she had something she wanted to ask, as she began to feel rather strange being pummeled in such a way. Even so, she couldn't seem to properly express said feeling as she didn't know what it was... It took a while for her to come up with the proper words to express herself. "Lon strnan hase stesharvohnri roe ellin hase dro zevand!" Kur's words seemed a bit flowery in this case, but she thought she did better at pronouncing them this time. Whatever the case, she felt the start of rising pleasure but she could not place what it was supposed to feel like at the end. It was already true she didn't hate this activity, but she also felt like something was missing but she didn't know what it was. She made the assumption that Sukuna had something to do with that. And yet again, Ishtar was scoffing. Of course she would be, Sukuna said a bunch of words couldn't be used for a curse, even she'd paid attention to that.

Useless? That sounded like what Ishtar was trying to say. Sadly, the foolish goddess was alone in her assumptions. Sukuna had many uses for the Goddess of Death, and today would only see a few of them. Actually, there were even more uses than Sukuna previously assumed there would be. Sukuna felt her nodding against his grip of her hair, and then... she shared a few words to confirm an earlier assumption of Sukuna's. Was she really playing along with Ishtar's stupid assumptions? Was it her intention to let the other goddess rise higher and higher, resulting in a more catastrophic fall into despair later?

... Yes!

Sukuna always enjoyed tormenting others. What he didn't know he'd enjoy so much, was having another join the effort to create a more magnificent effect. Of course, he wouldn't stop trying to torture Kur in the legitimate sense; it was just a lovely bonus to have her selling the moment to Ishtar. "Frayra! Seva, seva!" he exclaimed like a giddy child. As if to urge her along, he delivered another strong slap to her backside. He knew exactly what the strange feeling Kur experienced was. Sukuna recalled failing to do something like this before, as mortals didn't even have the ability to survive insertion. Kur would just have to suffer being the singular viable outlet for his experiments. "Deva yevin oen!" he replied, having his hand collided with her rear yet again. This time, that tongue emerged from his hand once more, and once more it slithered right into her rear.

Ishtar thought of Kur as useless, but in actuality there was something great afoot. Technically speaking Ishtar had stopped her great work a long time ago... here and now, she was receiving enough mana to do the thing she'd always wanted to do, assuming this torment of hers was not to be endless. Regardless of the thoughts of Ishtar, a pair of individuals was sharing a rather humorous intention when it came to the other goddess. According to Sukuna as he continued to pummel away at Kur, it was perfect that she was playing around. He wanted her to do more... How could she do anything other than oblige? "Miy ert hase fyust fesi vi vensh fliuren narteth, Si roke oen!" Kur seemed excited to have been able to think clearly for the few moments she was not fighting against her own body. Actually with the addition of a tongue back where it had been before, and knowing she wasn't simply being sullied it wasn't all together strange. "I can't, it's too much..." that one would work yes, both as an answer to the man directly about that strange feeling she had welling up in her loins which seemed to have no outlet and one to make sure Ishtar misinterpreted the situation at hand.

For Ishtar, it sounded like a great battle was taking place. Though her tongue hurt, she couldn't help but try to encourage this beast of a man as he took down a god. It was truly good, if he could beat someone like Kur, making Gilgamesh submit would surely be no problem. She'd win at everything. Actually, it seemed like he was managing to punish the body of Kur, even if she'd yet to give up with that good natured brain of hers. "Schut her up. Shesh only schtalling..." she cheered. "BREAK HER!! OHOHOHOHO!~" she proclaimed. With her tongue bitten, she should probably avoid all those 's' sounding words. This was actually funny, Ishtar wasn't aware that there was no violent breaking taking place. She didn't know that there was a certain level of discontent in Kur that wasn't fear based but instead frustration based. She didn't know about the tongue trailing the lass' rear in a way that made her squirm. No, she thought only of her own victory and thinking as such it would make the look on her face amazing later. What Kur heard from Ishtar was about what she expected after her little utterance. She was an astonishingly easy person to get a rise out of, even so, Kur didn't understand how she managed to take such issue with her little sister. From all she'd seen of more normally functioning families, a big sister was supposed to be a much more reliable individual, and her other ones were... "cavvin myzw," an utterance that slipped through her thoughts. It made Ishtar think the other girl was genuinely trying to curse Sukuna so she could escape. "Don't let her get away with trying to show you up!" Ishtar's interpretation of these events was probably among the most legitimately stupid things Kur had ever had the opportunity to personally witness.

Kur's words spoke of the male demon's nature. She acknowledged her own prior understanding of his countenance while outing herself as a kindred spirit... at least toward Ishtar. "Ven bej oen. Af ohl arsh ban," he replied. There was a sickness to his grin that knew no rival, but perhaps this one could rival at least his actions in this very moment. Kur insisted something was too much. Ah, there were two purposes for that─ both of which pleased Sukuna to no end.

Ishtar took that phrase of Kur's just as intended. Break her, the green-haired goddess cheered. Actually... pummeling Kur's birthing canal while tonguing her anus weren't quite doing the trick. Surprisingly, Ishtar once again suggested something Sukuna thought was a good idea. "Not a bad plan," he said in agreement with Ishtar, and as a message to Kur. He had a wonderful idea. Kur's suffering, for whatever the word was worth at this point, had been all but put on hold. Ah, but there were many more curses he could use while Kur remained incapable of achieving true satisfaction. Perhaps he'd use a few of those. . .

With a monstrous hand holding each leg, one sending a tongue into her rear, and one holding her by the hair, Kur was quite occupied... but not enough. Could Sukuna do what he thought of with only one-fifth of his power? He'd find the answer to be 'yes' as his additional eyes closed and that tongue left her backside. The hand in Kur's hair remained, but it seemed to be twisting around toward her fore. She'd soon see Sukuna ahead of her, baring only two arms and two eyes. Indeed, at least one of Sukuna's curses could be used to split his body into two and morph each into a full body of its own.

With only this much power, each version lost the additional parts, but one would clearly see the most important body part for this exchange knew no sacrifice. Whether that was positive or negative, one Sukuna was now holding Kur's head up by the hair, grinning and talking into her face. "Ada! Remember how you lost yourself before? That was my favorite part!" he announced. Up he'd pull to lift Kur's head higher. Behind her was still a version of Sukuna with monstrous arms, continuously knocking her body closer to the Sukuna ahead of her before pulling it back in. With great swiftness, the large-armed version released the goddess' legs to let them dangle. She would not be left falling, though. Those hands were just as quickly wrapped around Kur's upper arms, allowing him to pull her in with more vigor. All the while, the more human version was busy rubbing his rod against her face. With every throb of it, there was a surge of mana that erupted like sonic waves, boasting what would be a very familiar narcotic effect. Yes, repeated shockwaves of mana directly to the brain was certainly a good idea.

"Bej? Si kine... Si vatch," she stumbled through a response. She didn't hate the way he was, she couldn't deny people their natures. It was refreshing to meet someone with a penis who could see Ishtar for what she was. Equal or perhaps greater than that, was the idea that he preferred her. The goddess of death was not loved by many of the denizens of humanity, regardless of her kindness. Most wouldn't approach nor simply accept her, and only half of her siblings and parents were worth being connected to... for someone outside of her immediate family to be interested enough to turn down Ishtar was definitely something worth liking. And she didn't necessarily mind this sort of torment, it came from a much better place than the malice she would have faced from Ishtar.

Speaking of Ishtar her cheers were greeted favorably. Good. If he was willing to take on her suggestions, she could easily use him to do other such things. Though she didn't necessarily like those multiple arms of his. She could appreciate his more human physical form. "Of coursche, I make good planschs!" she uttered seemingly proud of herself in this way. It was almost sad to see someone so deluded. If Ishtar hadn't made Kur feel bad for literally the duration of her entire existence, she might have felt sorry for her. Now she was simply disgusted by her existence. Ah, but she didn't have time for that. The plan was one which Sukuna was obviously going through with. Tormenting Kur was something he enjoyed, and given this he seemed content enough to do so even not just as part of his plans to ruin Ishtar's day. And genuine shock and surprise would be something that happened given this man's next actions. He split himself into two separate individuals. "WAIT NO. WHY ARE YOU TWO PEOPLE!?" There was a certain genuine curiosity and shock and a bit of fear associated with the utterance. She'd been knocked unconscious by his entry alone... two of him anywhere near her body weren't at all what she was going to be capable of handling while holding on to any significant amount of her own sanity. Ah, a bit of context... he liked that she'd lost herself before. He'd basically mentioned that in his earlier bits of speech too... he liked the idea of ruining a well-balanced mind and body. It was probably apart of his nature, and strangely enough Kur was mostly alright with her body being his target. "If you do that I ca-" she couldn't finish the statement. Her mind was blanked by a pulse of that drug quality energy. She immediately felt woozy. She was floating, or falling or... something. Her eyes had glazed over from the first mana pulse, her mouth had opened by the second... her tongue dripping gently as she tried to think of what to say but couldn't probably manage it. She looked up at one complete version of Sukuna and wondered what he got out of such an image.

At the same time, Ishtar could only be satisfied by the strange contortion taking place. Now, Kur would be subjected to two hulking men with giant cocks having their way with her. She couldn't help but be elated. "See, no man just likes you. They will just use you... your innocent act can't save you. You aren't special!" she managed to get that one out without irritating that bite on her tongue. But... the more she spoke in moments like these, the more the hyper version of Kur's mind registered her complaints. They were aimed inward, she simply didn't know that yet. Probably because she was stupid... hilarious! She truly thought she could justify being a total disgusting existence to other people because she couldn't be what others were, all that barking and she was excrement trying to be seen as sugar. Her fall would be righteous... and beyond all that, Kur could just about enjoy this kind of treatment when her body barely registered something like this happening to her. Never truly lazy those dropped legs were soon clinging to the man behind her, increasing the arch in her spine and letting her feel him in a slightly different way than before while he held her hands.