Finis Chaldea

Ishtar hadn't produced a good plan the entire time they'd all been standing here. Sukuna doubted she ever managed one in life, but she at least managed to say things which Sukuna turned into good ideas. His current approach may have been the best yet. When Kur caught a glimpse of Sukuna in front of her without having him removed from her rear, the ensuing shock was something... magnificent! It took no time at all to realize what would happen if she had to deal with two of him. He didn't even have to do so much. From the position he already had behind her, he could have produced greater effects than she knew thus far, but this would be so much better. She feared for her sanity, but Sukuna fully intended to rid her of it. After all, brain functionality was overrated, right?

How sad. Kur was trying to say something, only for her mind to blank mid-word. From behind her, Sukuna merely continued thrusting away. From her fore however, he spent a long time staring down into her face. One pulse, and there was a clear lack of consciousness in her eyes. Another pulse left her mouth agape. Only two deep, and she'd visually been reduced to a vegetable? "Kehehe~" How very exciting! Even though she appeared to be completely offline, Sukuna soon learned that she was not fully gone just yet. Kur had to be given credit for durability. Not only was she able to look up at him in this state─ she was even able to ensnare the Sukuna behind her with her legs.

The pink-haired goddess deserved some form of reward for resilience. Ishtar insisted that she was not liked by anyone, but Sukuna was liking this one more and more by the second. Things that could have ended existences did no such thing to her; he could do so much more! So, he'd repay her... sort of. The demon's schlong slid its way into Kur's open mouth. Her reward was another pulse from a better location, and not simply that. The physical manifestation of mana that mortals had taken to calling 'semen' was poured into Kur's maw as a consistent stream, flowing as water would from a faucet as he continued pushing his way into her throat. That should have been enough... so naturally, it was only the start for Sukuna. There was still another Sukuna balls-deep in her undercarriage. He'd been battering away at her nether for so long, it was to be expected that he spewed an equally-ridiculous quantity from his end as well. Surely Kur had been looking forward to gushing from both sides of her person, right?

Ishtar was quite certain of her victory. Watching the youngest of the gods receive her just desserts was something she couldn't have imagined. None of the others who found themselves aligned with her, stood much of a chance against Kur. The pick up of this multiarmed demon was definitely worthwhile. And she could get a two for one, as she watched him split into multiple parts and completely aim to shatter the girl. She saw that massive cock in front of Kur's face. And saw just the sight of it causing her mind to break. And this weakling thought she was at all comparable to Ishtar? "Ohohohoho! Just seeing it again has broken her brain!~" she seemed amused by the prospect. Even so, she kind of wished this torture of Kur's would wrap up with her death, so that she could have her turn with her newest acquisition. Obviously, she could make much better use of two of this man instead of just the one with multiple arms, that was weird.

At the same time, Kur was sinking deep into the reaches of her own mind. It was like drowning, but you could still see what was going on. Her entire body was being rocked from the inside yet again. Meanwhile, the one at her fore reinserted himself into her mouth. His laughter was rather intense but she knew it wasn't a negative thing. He seemed to simply become more excited by the moment when his torment was a lasting one. His manhood once began to pulse feeding mana directly into her mouth once more. But even as her natural instinct to swallow kicked in, there was a certain overflow she couldn't have done anything about. What was more she received similar treatment from the other end. Those legs of hers completing their closing circle as she aimed to hold him in as he pumped her fill. It was like there was something there, something that she should feel way more intensely than she was being allowed to. It was torture. Tears were streaming down her face...

But within her mind, she was finding it hard to move towards the open image in her mind. She was swirling, woozy, and stumbling even as a manifestation within her own consciousness. 'Damn, he got me even here now... I can't... let this do too much. I'll need to do something with it...' she mentioned as she was being pumped so full of his rather addictive energy that she wasn't quite sure she didn't like it at this point. Perhaps he'd give her even more? Wait. When did she start wanting more. All the while, Ishtar continued to misinterpret the visuals of this situation even without the extra words being spoken by anyone. Not one who moved her own body at all, she didn't expect the movement of Kur's legs. And obviously those tears were streaming down her face because she didn't like it. Obviously, she was barely able to breath and struggling to push away with those legs of hers. "Yes! Struggle like the dying runt you are. I hope you drown and die swimming in cum like the fake slut you are! Don't let her escape you, like she's obviously trying to moving her legs like that!" Oh there was another one of those insults she applied to someone else while knowing the kind of person she actually was. Until the start of this interaction Kur had been a virgin. Kur scoffed at the idea that this miserable creature dared try pin her faults on anyone else. But it now made more sense of why she hated her so very much. Misery needed company after all... 'I'll show you what you aren't capable of... just wait~' Kur thought as she tried to rearrange her thoughts. As soon as she was able she'd finish her great works and then Ishtar would find out what glory truly was!

Seeing it? Was that green thing so incompetent that her senses were nonexistent as well? Kur's mind had blanked, yes, but Ishtar completely failed to realize why. There was no longer a question in the male's mind; she was the reason for those warnings. Maybe another demon had once broken her brain. There were a couple floating around somewhere who could have been to blame.

Well, none of that was worth much consideration. The breaking of Kur was a long process. Every step forward still felt like only the beginning, much to Sukuna's satisfaction. As he filled her from both ends, she swallowed from her throat and gripped with her legs. Overflow seemed inevitable, and Sukuna got to witness it twice from two separate angles. For all that resistance earlier and even most recently, Kur certainly wasn't letting him pull back during ejaculation... not that he was going to do something like that anyway. Ah, there were tears in her eyes again. Was the overwhelming pleasure without release to blame, or was there far too much occurring in general? Perhaps it was both? Whatever the case, a lot of mana was going to waste as it poured out of Kur's mouth and snatch.

Kur didn't yet seem capable of doing something with it, whether due to ability, inspiration or both. Oh well; Sukuna could at least make use of mana that continued pouring into her. "Si hepd hinp ven," he said. These words came with purpose as additional mana flowed through his shaft(s) into Kur's body. From her front, Sukuna withdrew and began spraying his seed onto that unresponsive face of hers. From her rear however, his still-flowing mana was making a very marked effort to coalesce where it landed. A certain darkness was spreading out with the overflow, swarming the air around Kur's lower body and focusing on her filling womb. That darkness itself was a curse, activated by a trigger. If Kur even considered the acceptance of his most recent statement, even for a single moment, she'd be marked with the most binding curse of all at the core of her being.

The overindulgence in mana wasn't one that Kur had ever even entertained. But here and now she was practically bathing in it. Sukuna even continued to shower her in it after removing himself from her mouth. The whole of her being was filling as her body's proportions finished filling out. In a moment like this, hips, thighs, and even her breasts seemed to reach their fully mature state. Her body physically rivaled Ishtar's now. No. That was wrong, her proportions were better! Ishtar's eyes widened. Though she saw the increase in size to the smaller girl, she still saw no reason to care very much about the changes. She was more amused by the seed spilling all over her face. "YES! SHOW HER HOW LOW SHE ACTUALLY IS!~" Ishtar was laughing again, seeming to think the act taking place between Sukuna and Kur was somehow degrading to the goddess. For the goddess who was primarily the fertility goddess, Ishtar apparently didn't understand the true nature of an 'offering' as it were. Even as what was considered bodily fluids by this world's standards spilled all over the face and body of Kur, her body took in the mana that wasn't already being manipulated by Sukuna himself.

Ah and what was he doing, and saying now? He claimed that he would own her? Ownership was a strange claim. Kur didn't necessarily understand it completely and thus didn't initially accept it. Did he mean to keep her as a pet? Did he just want to claim her soul? No. Not exactly he claimed that someone would become his favorite and she was his choice. Did that make it sweet? Maybe. He was a rather abrasive man, he might not know acceptance as she would have intended it. That blank face of hers, uttered just a few words, an affirmation of sorts, which could have been considered a conditional clause... but it more or less spoke to the innocence and understanding of Kur, "Si hepd wemlin ven ds ven wemlin czek," that was an acceptance as an utterance, just low enough for him to hear. And so his would still take place. But she wanted him to understand that it wasn't just force that coerced her into it. She understood their kindred nature and decided upon the acceptance. It forced upon her person a heart shaped mark just over her womb.

Seeing this mark appear on Kur's person, Ishtar burst into laughter. "Ohohohoho! He placed a slave seal on her. Death is at the beck and call of a demon, how fitting!~" she laughed finding the whole of the situation funny. Even though she'd tried, even though she'd struggled. Kur found herself, being used, abused and completely and utterly obliterated by a man. That mark on her was a shame. In the kingdom that Ishtar ran with one of her other faces, only the lowliest of creatures were branded as cattle. How funny would it be if Kur lost all her power and was added to the vast array of prostitutes in Ishtar's care. A lowborn whore who knew her place and worked for the glory of Ishtar! "Ohohohohohohoho!" It was brilliant. That little whispered set of words, her last trial to save herself it was all for naught.

Sukuna had long since lost all ability to process Ishtar's words. As loudly as she yelled, none of that mattered. Sukuna was waiting for his words to register in Kur's mind. His seal would manifest the moment she entertained acceptance; no communication was required. Much to his surprise, her acceptance was verbalized. What specific wording she chose, claiming she'd accept him as he accepted her. Whether Sukuna caught the full meaning or not, the pact was made and he was thrilled. A seal appeared over Kur's womb. Sukuna felt that seal, and as such felt a very direct and permanent connection between himself and Kur.

Oh... something was strange here. Sukuna's seal was not as one-directional as he designed it to be. Was it Kur's phrasing? Had she utilized Cursed Speech to morph the seal's effect? No, there was something else going on. Strange though it was to feel, Sukuna was rather interested in seeing what that meant eventually. Besides, the seal on Kur didn't seem dysfunctional at all. "Apr ven turor heiy czek?" he wondered, seeming genuinely curious. Moments later, both versions of Sukuna were ecstatic. "Si hepd fuur ven!"

Suddenly, one Sukuna released his hold on Kur's hair. The other proceeded to lift her off his groin and turn her upright toward himself. Now that Kur faced a different copy, the one most recently residing in her mouth walked up behind her. His right hand reached around to touch that seal, activating it with a rush of mana. Many abilities were within that seal. From a very long list of potential effects, Sukuna chose to force the spread of that seal across Kur's body. If she thought herself overloaded before, she'd feel that surge with every inch of her body henceforth. Even touching the seal would become something beyond orgasmic by the time its effect took place, yet still his previous curse of denial was active.

Now in front of Kur, the other Sukuna grabbed her thighs again. His goal this time was to lift her vertically and drop her onto his cock. Ah, but the other was no longer able to take her mouth, was he? That was fine, as he now had another purpose. Kur would soon discover a prodding sensation at her backdoor that was quite different from her two prior tonguing experiences. . .

More curses were being thrown around as far as Ishtar was concerned. It was great that Kur was left stupefied and left covered in spunk. What she deserved was nothing short of complete humiliation for daring to try and stand above Ishtar, that is truly what the goddess believed. Even so, there were still more of that cursed speech going back and forth between Kur and that man. She wondered if Kur still entertained thoughts to resist, she'd help her with that. "You can't win. Slave seals are absolute, you'll do whatever he wants of you and end up a piece of gutter trash in my kingdom!~" there it was. She'd gone from simply wanting the girl dead, to wanting to see her permanently below her. This was always the case with Ishtar as she came across women she found she could not actually break mentally. That was the true use of the men at her disposal. They were there to help with the breaking and maybe if they did a good enough job and had nice enough dicks they could also have a taste of Ishtar herself!

All the while, Sukuna seemed to realize something was a bit amiss by how the acceptance of his curse took place. In innocence and honesty, Kur had gone on to bind them together the way she would have interpreted his words to mean, not just the way that it was meant. "Ven unnpeb trieve lon deva ven lezz, gled?" she uttered. He was apparently planning to pay her back for her actions, even before she fully explained herself. A bit of that snark of her classic personality seemed to leak through, but would it last? Maybe. She was removed and her posture changed. She was standing before the Sukuna who'd been buried in her undercarriage, her body feeling out of sorts given its sudden growth and the enhancing effects of mana she was experiencing. A bit of that light was returning to her eyes, but... inside of her body had started to feel like it was vibrating. That would of course only increase as the seal over her womb began to spread across her body. It was like lighting all of her nerves up at once, it felt great, but was also vastly overstimulating and seeming not to lead to anything at all.

Finally in a moment like this, Ishtar would see true satisfaction. She was watching as Kur was sandwiched between two versions of the man and given their placement, she'd be receiving him twice in the center of her being. She was a virgin her rear never touched, she'd likely find herself in the most intense pain of her life. "Ohohohoho! By the time he finishes with you, you'll never be able to look at another man again!~" there was laughter. Strangely this statement was probably factual, but not in the way that Ishtar would have wanted it to be. That little touch on her womb sent a pulse though her body. The hands on her thighs made her writhe with pleasure that had no release. She was dropped onto a pulsing phallus and her body shook but it didn't release its tension. And then the other started prodding at her backdoor with something much larger than his tongue. That pressure felt nice even as it tried to begin its journey and even that was something that she couldn't quite stop. It caused her to wiggle and writhe. She needed something to hold onto and the torso in front of her was it, but even just her arms making contact with muscled skin caused distinct twitches within the whole of her body. That vibration in the center of her soul seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. Every second... whatever this feeling was it was killing her. "Ert hase unn fuurklat oen hase penyab!" Those were Kur's words about this feeling. She needed release, he had to give it to her right? Actually, they could hold her like this all they wanted... it was the warmest feeling Death had ever experienced.

What in this pitiful world was that 'slave seal' Ishtar kept talking about? Sukuna was the originator of all curses, but he'd never heard of such a thing. By context clues alone though, he gathered that they were similar enough to have been modified from his own repertoire. Who could have managed such a thing? It didn't matter, but he had certainly done no such thing. Ah, but... there was a function close enough to enslavement in that seal.

As for the effect looping back on Sukuna himself, Kur's cheeky demeanor returned in full force with a demon's tongue. Sukuna's earlier words, the very concept of deals with devils, was directly used against him. He'd been tricked. He'd cursed Kur and, in turn, been cursed himself. Sukuna couldn't even be angry about the occurrence; Kur only proved her worth as the chosen goddess. "Ehahahahaha!" he cackled. Doing something like that, Kur surely earned the... 'repayment' he offered. Two Sukunas would give her pleasure with no end, or rather pleasure with no climax. What better way than to turn every inch of her body into a pleasure center?

She squirmed when Sukuna grabbed her thighs. She quaked when he penetrated her again. Even her efforts to hold onto him resulted in quivering. Yes, Sukuna's curse was functioning just as intended after all. Any repercussions he suffered on the other end was a problem for future Sukuna to deal with, for the current moment was too glorious for concerns. One resting within her at the front, one ready to enter her rear... this could hardly be better. Actually, the only immediate potential for improvement Sukuna saw was his next intended move. Kur rejected the idea of this being repayment, calling it penance instead. For a demon, those things were similar enough to be synonymous. It seemed goddesses didn't have the same beliefs. Well then, maybe he could change that? An attempt would definitely be made by the Sukuna at Kur's backside shoving himself full force into her rectum. With two copies of his girth indirectly pressed against each other within her, surely that counted as repayment... right? If not, each copy thrusting up into her torso one after the other must do the trick. Yes, he'd try that.

Somewhere in the depths of the desert, in a kingdom filled to the brim, with women considered the enemies of Ishtar and her various faces acting as whores... there was, a sneeze. This sneeze originated from the mouth of a nun with long creeping eyes and a face which could put fear in the hearts of mankind. But here and now with that cute little sound escaping her lips, she managed to look up seemingly curious, only to decide it wasn't worth questioning so she carried on with her work.

The laughter of Sukuna was an interesting sound. He didn't seem at all displeased by the amount of snark in the question Kur presented him. He may have been tricked but it wasn't a bad trick. As far as Kur was concerned this only served to let him know she truly understood the terms and conditions and accepted the aspects he presented even though they weren't necessarily anything she would have looked for of her own accord. Soon enough Kur's head was thrown back up as she was properly sandwiched between this pair. The man at her rear, inserted himself with no less force than her first major penetration had taken. She had tears streaming down her eyes, and this was intepreted as pain by Ishtar's own estimation. But in truth, the acceptance of Kur meant that the demon's two members found their home within her person without real harm. So why were tears streaming down her face? Because it felt so good. So nice so warm, it felt like all the tension in her body should have released, but instead it pulsed and built even further, setting more of her nerves a flame making her even more susceptible, to the sensation she was feeling. It was not pain which made her cry, it was pleasure unknown causing her frustration as she did not reach any acceptable ending from her torment. A hiccup like noise had coincided with the motion causing Ishtar to cackle with glee. "Ohohoho! So broken by that you can't even cry with sounds. It must be terrifying knowing you'll never know pleasure only pain!~" she laughed more, but it was very different.

At the moment, Kur's consciousness was fading in and out. As each of the demon's cocks took on an alternating stroke to be filled and unfilled seemed to be rocking the girl to the center of her being. She was awake. She was out. She was mentally present. She'd been lost to delirium. What was her state of being? What was life? Is this what death felt like? Surely not... it was a concept meant to release people from turmoil and torture. Death was a kindness. That newly firmed body of hers squished against his. Her body constantly shivered in pleasure and she found her hips shaking gently as if she could urge the sensation onward, to no avail. Even her own movements furthered her torment. It was beautiful and frightening and... everything. "Louwe czek tuch seva. Ert tuchri hase unn kavien, ailn zis err risavah er brunck. Laan" she pleaded for her own sake. That last word repeated as she cried. "Laan. Laan. Laan. Laan." Ishtar's eyes widened. Obviously, Kur had gone mad, and was trying her best to curse him. Using a simpler method to try and utter that curse. Whatever that word meant, she didn't think it would matter. Surely, a single word would change nothing in this case, right?

This time around, Ishtar couldn't be blamed at all for her ignorance. In truth, the mark that spread across Kur's body made her immune to pain. Anything that touched any part of her could only be perceived as incredible pleasure, but with his earlier forced limitation in place, it seemed her tears were a different sort of tortured. Sukuna knew many forms of torment; excessive pleasure was among the best to see.

One thing Sukuna had no intention of doing, was granting Kur release from this long-term buildup before everything was perfect. This former virgin's first orgasm would be the most explosive thing this world had ever seen if he had any say in the matter... and due to a lovely curse, he did have a say. The proper moment was on its way here and now, while Kur's thickened body pressed its soft flesh against both copies of Sukuna. Both versions felt inclined to press against her more. One version had the joy of much larger breasts pressed against his torso, while the other enjoyed her plump ass against his lap. In the midst of these pleasantries, Kur finally rounded out Sukuna's earlier foretelling. Just as he prophesized, she was pleading for more. Crying and begging came together to create Sukuna's favorite thing to see: that moment of absolute desperation just before one's own end. Both Sukunas stopped, their eyes widening as if they were each in a temporary daze. Torture had never been so fun, so good to look at. She really did become his favorite over the course of this day. Maybe Sukuna had actually become a prophet in this incarnation?

Whatever the case, Sukuna could no longer be contained. He had nothing more to say, and would have nothing more to do except... comply. The Demon Lord of Obscenity had his fun, so a different sort of fun would open up as possibility. Of course, he would not totally abandon the original entertainment. The sun had already set as of Sukuna's final decision. One that previously had enhanced, monstrous arms would return to normal... and both would utilize that same enhancement curse on their already unreasonable cocks. This new application would be a slower one, occurring while he technically adhered to Kur's request. When they began thrusting again, they did so with far greater vigor than before. As such, he'd continue to no apparent end. Time passed more and more. Only when the moon was high in the sky did he reach his full enhanced girth twice over, and only then did he release the restrictive curse. How many hours had passed? Sukuna did not know, having no concept of such short periods of time. When he freed her of the curse, he also took the liberty of freeing his seed once again. "Hragh!" Sukuna grunted as his own satisfaction was made blatantly clear. He had a bit of choice in the matter, so it was not the same continuous stream as before. This time, it was more of a geyser blasting off in each of her holes. Naturally though, it was not a short-lived expulsion either. Kur wanted more; she'd have the most as he filled every nook and cranny to be found inside her body with liquid mana.

The ignorance of Ishtar aside, those wild conclusions she'd been jumping to the entirety of the day seemed to coalesce in a singular moment of her victory. That is, until a specific moment in this rape/torture of Kur. At some point, the pink haired goddess began to chant the same word over and over again, and for a brief moment, both copies of Sukuna stopped their movements. For a moment, Ishtar thought Kur had actually managed something with whatever word she was using. A curse seemed to be being fought against, but then... his movements began once more. "You can't win, Ohohohohoho! To think you thought to fight the originator of something with their own skill... how bold of you!~" that was it wasn't it. Kur had tried to curse him and it'd failed. Obviously since he'd kept moving nothing was amiss. Ishtar was still winning...

Here and now Kur was treated to something else. Between those movements was a moment of pause. Sukuna looked into her face and the other, she could also feel looking at her. Whatever they decided, it'd been quite a while since all of this started and Kur was certain she'd had enough. Ah, but she'd realized with this man that enough wasn't what he wanted, overindulgence was what he sought. And even as her body and mind fell in and out of narcotic delirium. Even as her hips began to shake between them while searing pleasure unending danced across every bit of her skin. It was tension it was so good it was almost painful and it continued. They'd been at this for hours. Day and turned to night, light had shifted and still she remained sandwiched between these two individuals. What was more the sizing of Sukuna's arms changed and that which penetrated her seemed to be shifting about steadily. This was too much. "Laan. Laan. Laan. Laan. Laan." there were so many utterances and it was a while yet before satisfaction was reached. And then...

Whatever absolute maximum, Sukuna was waiting for, was triggered. And in this moment... all that rising tension finally cracked. Along with something at the core of Kur's being as well as all the power she'd ever been holding. She found herself swelling and brimming with power in an instant and when it was released she cried out as she was filled. In this moment. She saw sounds, could feel colors could could taste the vibrations of everything in the world. As as she was filled this final time, her insides shook an convulsed and she, saw and created light. There was far too much for her body to handle but she had in mind something. That little spark, that undeniable pleasure... this was paradise. It was long suffered for but absolutely perfect and with her thoughts and the energy and mystery acquired a new domain of the afterlife was created. The massive power expelled from this young woman shook Creation as her greatest work was completed. Somewhere, in the darkness above Celestia, there was infinite light, perfect climate, the creation of plants which could sate all with a single seed. There were streams of pure water and vibrant colors. A gentle breeze and that same clarity she'd just reached. Kur herself was shining between these two individuals, her eyes blank and her body still. Ah... those proportions of hers hadn't reset though, still she remained quite well cushioned and tucked between two versions of Sukuna. "Evd quinetyor stolk desstar er lyik hent lon donya vi evd hinp freklenssdaer," that murmur appeared to be Kur's final words. Shining though she was, it seemed that she was only just barely conscious, almost dead by the outside perspective.

Ishtar, laughed triumphantly. "OHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! She died! She actually went and died. All that glowing and she still couldn't do it!" she couldn't help but be giddy. Surely he'd simply toss her to the side now. She could be abandoned and Ishtar herself would take her place. There was nothing she couldn't have. Even death as Kur created it belonged to Ishtar. Yes. That was it. She'd won this most ultimate battle. But was she dead? Where did that internal light come from? Why hadn't her body shrunk in light of her creation? Why was she so still?