Finis Chaldea

Satisfaction was growing on the face of Sukuna once again. That felt quite good, and looked even better. Before Kur suffered the intoxicating effect of his mana, he even got a decent look at the spunk in and around her mouth from extrication. There was even a fair bit remaining on the demon's shaft; he'd put that back where it belonged soon enough. First, he'd watch Kur stumble about on the ground. She was trying so desperately to get away while dazed and confused, yet she couldn't even rise to her feet. Sukuna imagined her senses were in overdrive, just the opposite of what Sukuna himself had experienced when reincarnating.

Kur claimed to feel everything. That made some amount of sense. By his approximation, she had to be experiencing a form of overdrive this world had never seen. Too bad for her, Sukuna didn't think she'd gone through enough just yet. "That was a start. Next hole~" the demon spoke, slowly stepping after Kur as if he were some terrifying villain in a horror story. His mana spiked enough to become visual in a way, manifesting as a massive shadow shaped like the same psychotic grin seen on his face. "Or do you think you can run? You can try, but I don't think you'll never get away from me... especially since I haven't even broken that tight ass yet." With each step Sukuna took, it became more clear that he was nowhere near flaccid. In fact, his manhood pulsed more intensely than before as Kur continued to energize him with her behavior. "Si hepd desecrmyb ven munnpai VEN zoc arsh seva!"

Kur was trying and failing to stand up quite a few times. Her body wasn't really working but it was as if all of her senses including her sense of mana had been increased by 10 while all of her motor functions seemed to have trouble keeping up with her current movements. She was surprised she got those three words out, but she was understanding every word passing through the lips of others, though she wasn't yet capable of properly responding. She didn't want this breakfast of power, that had her body burning with sensation, she wanted to go back to the Underworld. She'd done nothing to deserve punishment, why take orders from someone like Ishtar when they were this powerful? Was her being shapely really worth lowering ones intelligence so much?

She wouldn't be given more time to think to try and organize herself. She couldn't stumble up to her feet because her body wasn't cooperating, but according to the demon this was only the start. He claimed to want the next hole and Kur needed a break. What was more, her visual disconnect had her seeing this man as even more menacing than it had been the first time. She wasn't ready to take more yet, she could feel far too much already her body couldn't put up with being touched by someone else. "I... wait. I can't... I need..." she wanted to ask for reprieve but by the time she finally put space between them and managed to get to her feet she was leaning to the left having trouble finding her balance. "Please... I... don't... I... can't..." she couldn't even get it out. The next sentence he spoke was one spoken in that strange language. But she had to run right? He wanted her to? Or she wanted to? Maybe if she could get away, she'd be left alone and he'd go back to the one he'd chosen. To that sentence she said... "I... won't!" yeah, she was trying though it didn't seem to be getting her anywhere she tried, to run, but her ankles seemed to be jelly, so when she turned she stumbled and she continued to do so with every step, she didn't even seem to be making much progress, but to herself she thought she was moving at hyper speed. Why would she beg him to continue to defile her? That didn't make sense, this was obviously a one-time occurrence, right?

All the while Ishtar watched joyously. Simply having her throat violated has broken the lass mentally. She couldn't even get a sentence out. And now she was begging to be left alone. How perfect. That same speech was used by Sukuna again, and she assumed he'd cursed the other lass, but that she was trying to resist. "You don't stand a chance of resisting. If simply him being in your mouth has already broken your mind!" she proclaimed. She was technically speaking quite highly of Sukuna but that was because he was doing what she wanted of him. "Look at you, unable to walk, barely able to speak and you dared to look down on... me!" she had to pause, she'd almost said her glorious self. "I bet you curse the days you trifled against me and earned this torture! Ohohohoho!~" all that speech and a laugh. She had no idea what was done with Kur, but she assumed her mind had broken simply due to the massive cock being forced upon her. It was obviously something she could never stand up to! And while it was obvious she'd been chosen, she wasn't sure if he'd count it before he actually got rid of that runt. Best to make sure they were alone before she started referring to her glory that he obviously agreed with but was too shy to state!

Sukuna fully intended to allow Kur's attempt for escape. She couldn't get away; she wouldn't get away. She could try all she liked, but she'd be getting nowhere fast with zero equilibrium and hyper-tuned senses. Sukuna kept walking forward. His pace was casual, yet still he was gaining on the goddess. Kur tried begging for reprieve without being able to complete a single sentence. Sukuna continued approaching, until Kur said something that made him stop in his tracks. . .

'I won't,' she said. That could have only been a response to Sukuna's final statement, that he'd defile her until she begged for more. He spoke that sentence in the tongue of demons, and she understood it well enough to reject the idea. Marvelous! How could things get any better? Kur was starting to understand a language this world had never known; she understood his menace! "Ven hepd," he replied calmly. With that, Sukuna turned away from the running Kur. By simply clapping, he employed a curse made to switch two objects. The objects in this case were Kur... and himself. She'd been trying to run away. Now, she'd suddenly find herself running toward Sukuna. "Vensh sien hase daist! Myzwill! Rayih!"

Kur's attempted escape seemed to be going as well as she could hope. Though she wasn't capable of properly moving yet, she'd at least managed to put a bit of space between them, or so she thought. She could barely bother to look back but when she did, he'd stopped. Her eyes were trying to focus and it felt like there was a much greater distance between them. Had she managed it? No... he seemed to take some kind of issue with her last statement... and continued to torment her in the language of demons. Her brain was still processing underneath the surface. Though it was happening at great speed, she couldn't quite manage her replies, but her comprehension levels were still more than reasonable. That word.... ven, seemed to be a pronoun reference for a person. It had... different versions, but she'd heard it enough to place it as a reference, like the word... you. That last one... it was something else...like do, but... in the future? She would? "No. No. No!!" she could get out the one word replies at least. She understood his language enough to take what he said at face value.

All the while, Ishtar watched happily. Curses were obviously being thrown at Kur in rapid succession. Leave it to that uppity runt to try and fight against the will of a demon. It was annoying that she thought to stand against someone Ishtar had pegged as being able to beat her, enough that she was now trying to run from it. "You can't fight his curses! Fighting him is stupid. Submit to the divine punishment, I, Ishtar have decided for you! Ohohohoho~" there was more of that laughter. Still, it wasn't as if she thought Kur could best the demon in any way. Right now it just seemed like the whole thing was dragging on for no reason. She was ready to receive, obviously this was another thing that set her apart from the startled little runt. Never would Ishtar have run from a man like that trying to take her! Oh, she couldn't wait until it was her turn, maybe they'd do it in front of the mentally broken Kur, and further rub in how much she would never be like Ishtar. Yes! That was a glorious idea!

At the same time, Kur who'd been running away soon found herself seemingly in a reversed position, running towards that sickening grin of Sukuna's. When did this happen? She'd not turned around at all. Damn! She tried to right herself and continue, but even that small spin which would have normally been so easy had her wobbling from side to side as she didn't know which of her feet she wanted to use; both seemed way too sensitive to run upon. And now what was he saying... The words were making more sense as she pieced the language together, but some were still not quite right. Vensh... another you, possessive. Something belonging to Kur. A be verb was introduced a bit closer to something like Spanish okay... was it is...diast? His. Her end? He'd kill her. No... not kill, something... else. Synonym? Probably vulgar given the way he was being. Not end, not death. Ass. "No. No... you can't... take it... I can't..." she was panicking again and the words started to make less sense. Cowill. What was a cowill... Her body was shaking already her movements became even less steady. She tripped over her own feet and fell. Ah. Fall. That was the last one. She'd be quite proud of herself if she didn't think she was about to be assaulted more. Each of her hands that made contact with the ground was pulled back immediately too sensitive. How was she to even attempt to crawl away at this point? With languid movements that seemed to make her body shift in a manner that was almost sensual. It was hard to move when everything felt so good. No. not the right world. Everything felt like too much! Oh no. Falling like this was bad, he'd said something about bending over someone and ravishing them. She had to get away, but since she'd tried to get off her hands a bit and was still feeling everything in her knees, her bottom was arched up in the air as she tried to stand. She'd left herself open, and was struggling to try and get back up, to protect herself.

Ishtar would not stop being an idiot any time soon; that much was clear to Sukuna. Even so, he seemed more than willing to allow her stupidity, even chuckling as she took credit for Kur's suffering. More to his taste though, was Kur's fear. He relished in that look on her face when she realized she was now running toward her threat. As she somehow managed to turn around to run the other way, Sukuna saw her brain working through the look in her eye. Ah, so she was still working through the language he spoke? Good.

Kur could not escape. She tried with all she had, but Sukuna knew how that would work out for her. When he said fall, he did so not as a command, but simply because he knew she would soon. When she did fall though, it was much more magnificent than he thought it would be. She writhed upon falling to the ground and trying to crawl away, looking almost as if she were currently under the effect of some sexual torture. She claimed he couldn't 'take it' as if to say she understood his words again. She was right in her understanding, but wrong in her statement. He could take her. He would take her. He had already taken her, despite her lack of realization. Moreover, his claim would only strengthen as Kur's back arched. How hilarious it was that she claimed he couldn't take her ass, only for it to be presented so perfectly to him moments later.

As Kur tried to get up, Sukuna stepped within striking distance again. Once more, he slapped Kur's backside. It seemed each time he did this was more intense than the last. This time, he angled his hand in such a way as to lift her backside as well. It was a pleasant surprise that Kur wound up in this position, and just as much something Sukuna would take advantage of. The hand that slapped did not move very far away. It landed again, right atop the crevice of Kur's arse. Then came the strangeness. Sukuna spawned a mouth on that same palm, immediately using its long, protruding tongue to prod and encircle her backdoor. When Sukuna said something was his, he meant to claim it in every way possible.

Kur was trying to crawl away now, but Sukuna was far too close. Another resonating slap to her bottom had her writhing and crying out. The enhancement of her senses made that feel like so much more pain but, it also dissipated into that stinging sensation which she actually didn't dislike. That was wonderful. It was terrible. Her bottom seemed to go further up even and she wasn't sure how she was meant to feel. No audible words left her, but her cries seemed almost tortured. And it would only become more so as a strange introducing was made. One of Sukuna's hands remained on her backside near its crease and then a tongue emerged from that hand mouth. He was licking her bottom, well... more directly he was swirling a tongue around her backdoor. She squirmed as if she was in pain, but it was more or less panic, she needed to move away, and with that happening she could try and crawl away. 'No. Noooo~" she squealed. This was a rape right? He was obviously planning to take back the mana he'd shoved into her person, it just happened to be an easy way to take it back right? No, that didn't really make sense did it? She was missing something. You weren't supposed to like being abused but after the initial shock of the tongue meeting her rear wore off... she didn't hate it. She was left to squirm and try to get away lest she be tormented by sensations she truly didn't understand.

At the same time, Ishtar looked up from where she was flopped over from the ground. From her angle, she could see Sukuna with an arm extended and the arched back and upped rear of Kur. This of course, put the idea in the green haired goddesses mind, that until the hand shoved down her throat, one was being shoved into the depths of Kur's rear. Even Ishtar had never been abused to that kind of extent. How fitting that some virgin was being subjected to torture of an actual variety. "Ohohohoho!~ Even I've never had a hand in my ass, Kur how lewd!" she proclaimed. Of course that wasn't what was happening.

But those words reached Kur's ears. Was she somehow worse than Ishtar? Was this something weird? Kur couldn't make sense of the situation. Ishtar was terrible, not because of what she liked implicitly but because of what she did to other people. Was Kur not as good a person as she tried to be? Was she also rotten like Ishtar and Enki? What a horrible thing to think about. More tears streamed down her face as her panic increased. If she liked what was happening to her, even if it didn't feel bad, was she somehow becoming more like Ishtar as things progressed? Was this really what it meant to be defiled? Was it to have your mind twisted so much that you could no longer tell right from wrong? "No... no... no... I can't..." she still couldn't get it all out. She couldn't properly vocalize how she felt. Was this a thing done to make her wish for a death she could never actually have? She didn't know, but there was a certain heat and tingling sensation present in her loins, as the actual pleasantry of her being was compromising her ability to see this moment with logic.

Try as she might to escape, Kur had made many mistakes to prevent any fleeing. For starters, she let her hair be long. Sukuna's unoccupied left hand could, and did easily reach out to grab those long, pink locks that stretched across her back. Another mistake of Kur's was falling in such a perfect way without knowing what Sukuna was capable of. She'd been told earlier about his two faces, but there was something else he had two of. Sukuna possessed a second pair of arms in his original form. Now that he had 20% of his power back, he was able to call upon those additional limbs.

Two additional arms sprouted from Sukuna's back, each one reaching out to take one of Kur's legs by the thighs. She wouldn't be getting away at all. The tongue to her rear was ever more active from that moment forward, even forcing its way inside. Given the placement of his hand, his middle and ring fingers were easily able to cram their way into her other hole. "Ven abdunn dafast?" Sukuna apparently intended to continue speaking his native language. After all, why shouldn't he? Kur was beginning to understand it as of late. That, too, was part of the overarching plan.

There were several points of misunderstanding and miscommunication taking place here. Obviously, Ishtar thought the things happening here were way worse than they actually felt to someone like Kur. Kur was very confused about her lack of movement and her inability to right herself and properly flee this man. Besides that there was the current tongue paying attention to her rear, which seemed exactly contradictory of the idea of rape she understood. She wouldn't have much more time to be confused as her hair was pulled as she tried to move herself. Her body was so full of sensations, she was quite surprised by the pulling of her hair, it sent a ripple of sensation across her body, and even down to her chest. Were her nipples hard? Did she enjoy this? Was it wrong to?

Still she was trying to escape and couldn't by the time she looked back she had a frightening realization which gave her a moment of absolute lucidity. "WHY DO YOU HAVE FOUR ARMS?!" she demanded. All the while Ishtar was laughing. Though she couldn't really see what was going on. The outburst was one which made her believe the girl was being at least double fisted and held down. It was exactly what she deserved. At the same time the actual growth of those extra arms on Sukuna made her feel uneasy. 'Ew. He definitely won't be using that form on me. I am far too good for something like that... He should make sure to get it out of his system before he takes me!' she mused internally. Aloud she had something very different to say. "What's the matter, Kur? I thought you liked weird things?~" ah, more teasing. She'd always found Kur's general acceptance of lack of perfection to be disgusting. What was more she knew that girl also had a couple of forms which she used for mortals which she couldn't appreciate.

Two faces? Fine, weird face organ placement? Also fine? Being able to pin her with just multiple parts of his body? Terrible. Absolutely terrible. She could only basically resign herself to not being able to escape. Why did she need this? She couldn't really think about it. Two fingers were assaulting her virgin sex while a tongue molested a unexplored rear. It seemed almost sinful to be doing such a thing to someone who had no idea what was going on. Her body was confusing her with all the extra sensation. Those fingers prodding her folds didn't upset her by feel alone... but what did that mean for her. He was also still speaking. She understood those words a bit... You was straight forward. cannot... had part of can with a negative participle. Then there was a question... context said it was... what? He wanted to know what she couldn't do. Maybe she could force out the words if she didn't have to pause to put the sentences together. "Be vile." That. That was it. She didn't want the confusion surrounding this ordeal to make her something disgusting like Ishtar. It was not a matter of regular decay, the dissolution of flesh as it fed the world. No, it was a matter of corrupting and rotting from the inside while keeping up the while the façade of one's beauty was still in tact. She didn't want to be that... and that was how she saw Ishtar.

Sukuna had two faces and four arms. Kur expressed shock upon discovering the latter of these things, strangely more so than she did when seeing two additional eyes on his face. Maybe that was due to the overwhelmed state she was presently in. Maybe the realization that she truly couldn't escape made the extra arms that much more ridiculous for her. Whatever the reason was, Sukuna would use those arms to keep Kur in place. No... he'd do more than that. Sukuna possessed a curse that could enhance the physical prowess of himself or anyone else. Using it on his additional arms, he swelled the limbs until their hands could wrap fully around Kur's thighs.

Why had Sukuna done this? Simply put, he'd use the improved grip to lift Kur's bottom half by the thighs, spreading her legs wider at the same time. "Huh? Why four arms? That's easy," he said while slowly shifting Kur's lower body into the proper place. Soon enough, the lifting of half her body put her undercarriage at the same verticality as Sukuna's groin. His fingers and the tongue of his hand were active as ever, the pull of Kur's hair became geared toward keeping her head as lifted as possible. In a few moments, she'd never be the same again. "Er rashkarrye ven! Kehahahaha!" Sukuna was near hysterical. That tongue coming from his palm lengthened once more, swimming its way through the goddess' rectum for quite some time before being removed. Every extrication of Sukuna's had been the same; this would be no exception. He jerked that first arm back. As that elongated tongue made its way out of Kur's rear hole, it oscillated wildly. There was even an extra swirl around the rim before it disappeared entirely.

While his fingers were within her folds, Sukuna got a decent feel for something. Kur's refusal had become, or was close to becoming a realization. Somewhere in that head of hers, she was enjoying this, and was further tormented by that fact. Eventually, he was sure she'd know the pleasure of release... so he'd be sure to curse her and limit that eventuality before it happened. For now however, there were more important things. Kur didn't want to be vile like Ishtar. From what Sukuna had seen thus far, he doubted that was even possible. She'd be vile like him. As he considered the evolution of Kur into one of his ilk, Sukuna lined himself up. That throbbing chunk of meat between his legs was perfectly positioned to be crammed into either of Kur's holes on a whim. "Ta myzrrupt. Hepd ven ji oen venshsif? Da caps Si?"

It was definitely the overwhelmed status of her mind which contributed to her hysteria about the extra arms. Of course, she'd been calm when assessing his extra eyes, but this was an oddity of her person. The extra eyes made her figure he had a rather interesting skull. But that wouldn't matter much at all to her in the future. In a moment those extra arms swelled in size becoming swelled with intense mana. Given his own proclivities, that had to be an extra use of curses. Buffing, healing, harming... it seemed pretty flexible as a type of magic. But now she was being lifted, and squealed in a most frightened way as it happened. Her hair was still being pulled, that tongue had began to explore deeper reachers of her rear, causing her to squirm instinctively as it felt rather... pleasant. No. It shouldn't right? She didn't know. If making someone panic was a personal skill, Sukuna definitely possessed it when it came to Kur. Now her body was aligned with his massiveness and he had but one amused thing to say regarding why he had four arms. And it was once again spoken in his mother tongue. Was he doing that just to panic her? It wasn't magically induced nor actively cursing it, but it was causing a bit of slowness in her replies. She had to process his words a bit, while having her body stimulated, ven was you... er was a preposition like of, no she knew that one. It was more like to... and transitive... The middle word was large and ominous and rounded on the ends. Destroy. He had four arms, to destroy her? Oh no!! Was he going to pull her apart? Was he going to rip her limp from limb and only use her torso? Was it more figurative instead? She didn't know but all options were more than a bit frightening. Should she resign herself to fate and hope she didn't end up maimed for resisting, even as it was the natural instinct of her form?

At the same time, the crying Kur and the monstrous man taking advantage of her seemed to please Ishtar. That enhancement of his form seemed to garner appreciation, though not the extra appendages at all. She found non-human torsos unappealing in the most uncharacteristic way. All those extra mouths and tongues and eyes were also pretty off-putting but he didn't need to be that way all the time, just when he was entering her glorious form. Besides he kept cursing that girl, she wouldn't be surprised if she eventually faltered just because her body could no longer take the torture. "Finally accepted it? Crying won't save you... and pleading won't either... do you get it now, Kur. You shouldn't have ever stood in front of me! Ohohohohoho!~" that shrill laughter echoed, but Kur could barely process it.

All of those sounds that Ishtar took for pain, weren't at all physical pain. Kur was over stimulated. Her loins dripping and throbbing and the panic of the moment was her confusion around the way she was feeling versus the definition of the thing happening to her was causing her to panic every time she experienced something akin to pleasure or shock. Here and now, that oscilating tongue on the way out of her rear made her squirm a bit, and the sound that escaped her mouth first was a bit more moan than panicked yelp. She'd told him, that she didn't want to be vile and gross inside and out like Ishtar, and he'd said something else in his own language. At the same time her body seemed to be metabolizing that first couple of doses of mana. Having been circulating for quite a while she felt a pain in her chest and a gentle soreness of her thighs, chest and back, she was expanding, filling even. he didn't take enough of that mana back for her body not to keep it. And then he said... Be... corrupt? That was weird. Why would she be corrupt. Oh... the rest of that sentence was another of his asking a question. She could choose in this instance how she was violated or he'd do it for her? Did she really understand that right. "I.. I..." there was a moment of hesitation. She didn't want to be gross inside and out, but she also didn't want to always hate everything about the sorts of activities that were forced upon her now. If she took it into her own hands... she could at least take responsibility for the choice. It would decrease the amount of victimhood she had to live with... Besides, she didn't want him forcing himself into her, nor using cursed speech to force her to do it a specific way, when she didn't know what it would feel like. She'd take it slow... She was already aligned and though he'd been tonguing her rear, she decided the other hole which was actually made for such things would be less potentially painful. So she went about moving her hips in such a way, as to lower herself onto his girth. She'd accept it, and though the fit would be intensely snug, she would start copulation of her own accord. All the while Ishtar laughed. "He cursed you and made you do it yourself... oh how the puny become pitiful!"

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.

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?

Before Creation, comes Destruction. Before Destruction, comes Creation. These words made the whole of a notion between entities titled 'gods' in the old world of Mystery. This lesser planet had known nothing but Creation, and now, there was balance for but a moment. Before Creation, comes Destruction. Kur's very existence internalized these words as one colossal event shattered her being in the most glorious fashion. Her body was filled to the brim both physically and spiritually, with excess of the latter being converted and purposed for the greatest creation since... well, since this world itself. An entire reality was born of copulation, a paradise whose magnificence was felt by even Sukuna.

Yet again, the demon paused. Sukuna took several seconds just to take it all in, from the burst of mana to the new radiance of Kur, even to the sense of that paradise he had through their connection. To think, something so pure had come from what was likely the most twisted consummation in this world's history. Even the Demon Lord of Obscenity could do nothing but appreciate its brilliance.

There was something else happening. In Sukuna's chest, there was an ominous pulsing accompanying his heartbeat. It wasn't the heart itself, but instead his Source thumping as if registering something... more. With all that creative energy, Kur still hadn't made use of everything. She'd been reinvigorated, and now it seemed... oh? Was there a Source awakening afoot? He'd never known the binding of two Sources as the Demon King once explained, but surely this had to be it, right? What would happen next?

Apparently, the next thing on the list was rest for Kur. That incessant thumping in Sukuna's chest was becoming more powerful each time, even shaking the world around them. The Sukuna in front of Kur grabbed hold of her body to support it, while the one behind extricated himself to rejoin the original body. In rejoining, his third and fourth eyes returned and closed, his additional arms returned and vanished, and his groin returned to its normal girth and length. Ishtar thought the other goddess was dead? Well, she wasn't entirely wrong. The Kur that existed several hours prior would likely never exist again, yet Ishtar also couldn't have been farther from the truth. . .

In all this time, Ishtar had started monologuing about her victory and Kur had gone very still. Sukuna for his part in this, withdrew from her rear and rejoined his other self. He was holding up the now glowing goddess as she stayed still for quite a while just to hear out whatever ridiculousness that Ishtar would say. Here and now though she felt the expansion of her creation. She felt a strange thumping and cracking within her own chest and... she felt Sukuna supporting her person. She wrapped her legs around him gently and smiled against his chest. It was too funny, she couldn't hold it in any more. "Chehe...hehehehe... hahahaha!~" she finally managed ah but what she had to say was something very different overall. What? Ishtar was looking aghast, here Kur was being held up and seemingly comforted by this demon, who'd even taken a more visually pleasing form and she was laughing. Not dead, just playing. "NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS. WHAT KIND OF WHORE COULD YOU HAVE POSSIBLY BEEN TO ENJOY THAT?!" she demanded of the girl seeming to find it impossible that she liked hours worth of rough sex as a virgin. Obviously there was no such difference but that couldn't be explained she was still screaming. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS! YOU CAN'T WIN THIS! YOU CAN'T TAKE HIM FROM ME!!!" ah, there it was. The break. She finally figured out that Kur wasn't suffering. Obviously, Kur has succeeded in cursing Sukuna and brought him under her control, it was obvious by how docile he was being here and now. She obviously did this in a manner similar to how Ishtar in her other form, tamed the demi-god Heracles.

Ishtar couldn't allow this! She had to stop Kur, she had to kill her. She could do this. She knew enough of how to strengthen a curse, a single word was all she needed and she had the power to do it. She would, with all the negativity her soul had she put mana and power behind a single word. "DIE!" there was quite a bit of power behind that word. Of course it was, Ishtar just realized she was missing out on a new toy, one she'd decided to use against Kur in the first place. Kur finally removed her face from the chest of "Dafast hase erivk yik unnpeb ariv" said Kur. She couldn't help but chuckle further. "Roe fielesz ehnumpit, loyral ailn fermill." Ah, that was it wasn't it. She couldn't give death to the goddess who literally created death as a concept. Ishtar looked astounded. She'd done everything right, why didn't it work? Why wasn't she dead? Why wasn't she getting what she wanted?!

Kur remained silent for some time to come. From so close, Sukuna could tell she was far from dead, and actually wasn't even unconscious. Why did she pretend? The eventual laughter implied that it was, naturally, for only the best reason. Hearing the joy of Kur, Sukuna grew even more elated. Having her join the torment of Ishtar was one of the greatest victories this day... and Ishtar herself still didn't understand the truth unfolding around her. "Havri laf, defrinz aera?" he questioned, loosing his hold on the goddess.

Now was the time for Ishtar's comeuppance. Sukuna turned himself, looking upon the fallen goddess as she lost every bit of composure. A feeble attempt to curse Kur had been made, and... strangely, it wasn't the worst attempt he'd ever seen─ even excluding Ishtar's earlier debacle. It had no effect on Kur, and likely wouldn't do much of anything to any Creator without a stronger touch of the Void... but it was a surprising and decent attempt. "Oh? That might have worked on a mortal," Sukuna mused. Just after speaking, the demon could be seen grasping at his own chest. That pulsing was becoming more and more powerful. A storm was brewing in quite the literal sense. Dark clouds were being pulled into the sky directly above, not quite eclipsing the moon, but it almost seemed like they would in a matter of moments."Ugh. What is that? I don't like it," he griped. What exactly was his Source calling to? It was obviously something in Kur, but what could have been going on with hers that he suffered such an effect?

Sukuna questioned the laughter of Kur, by once again referring to her as 'little girl' she hadn't much minded it before, but felt a bit more classically snarky than before. "Si elt unn miy defrinz, roe tove. Sia'sz miy cavvin," murmured Kur. She couldn't help it. Only a couple of seconds was required before she completely few off the handle about what she'd lost. She even managed to call Kur a whore, she questioned her virginity (after being the one who brought it up in the first place) and even tried to curse her to death. It was actually reasonably powerful, Kur thought so, and knew it had the amount of power necessary to kill a mortal but it would seem that Ishtar didn't really have any idea about the nature of anyone else. "You can't try and curse me Kur!" she claimed while struggling. She stared at the other girl now lowered to the ground and covered in tattoos squirming as she felt really strange. A heated little blush was on Kur's face and it had everything to do with extra physical sensation and nothing to do with anything else. Even so, the power of the moment was something that Ishtar didn't get.

In the moment Kur just seemed confused. Did Ishtar really not understand the difference between a language spoken for the sake of expressing idea and one for the sake of cursing someone? It would take a moment for Kur to understand a bit more herself. All the while, Sukuna seemed to think that Ishtar's attempt at Cursed Speech was a bit more reasonable as well... She took the compliment with her same general pomp and saw it as a saving situation. Maybe this was just a set up, and Sukuna was planning to act against Kur himself. Of course, he made a claim about some feeling and was holding his chest. Oh, so that's what it was! "I'm on to you Kur!! You've cursed him, enchanted him and you're just trying to take him away from me when he's obviously chosen me! You're obviously still upset and my divine punishment has caused you madness! So you're using your body like I use mine to keep him tied to you!" she said in the most haughty manner.

Kur looked at Ishtar and blinked. If this woman put half as much thought into actually doing something constructive and not in jumping through the mental hoops necessary to come to such a conclusion, she'd likely be very successful in life. She wasn't even sure how to reply to that claim, maybe she'd let her believe it for a while. Just the same, Kur felt pretty comfortable with her own abilities. She wouldn't have pretended to be stronger than a demon. First she would speak first to Sukuna. "Oen ayledd ta czek. Si elt fauz unn lilthreid zis," she murmured. "I should get rid of more," she mused. Hm... she was still naked it was time for a bit of a change. A long black dress with a high split up to the thigh. Golden boning along her ribs with a high collar decorated by bones. Her now more than ample bosom peeking out of the top, but her overall look still conservative enough to suit her tastes. One sheer sleeve one each leg and wrist. One dark long sleeve on her arm and one short dark one. More shoes. Even as she made these items appear on her body she seemed to have shivers. Those tattoos on her skin making it crawl as she shifted just a bit. "Still too much, you too..." she said looking at Sukuna. If Ishtar believed she'd enchanted the man, what she was about to do next would probably make her believe she planned to keep him as a pet. She created for him, a light colored kimono edged in black silk. Black tabi and associated shoes in the 'Japanese' style he seemed to like based on how he'd been dressed previously. At the very end, she created around his neck a black scarf which covered his neck. "I said you can't have him Kur. Fight her. Don't let her take you from me... my glorious form is waiting to receive you!"

Kur remarked that she wasn't so 'little' anymore. Sukuna shifted his gaze in her direction, visually inspecting her form without being physically pressed against it or something of the sort this time. She was undoubtedly a physical specimen that could put this world to shame. Still, his form of address for her likely wouldn't change. "Fauz eh dresdin," was his almost whispered response.

Many mortals had to suffer aneurisms because of the green-haired goddess. Even with their collective plan in full effect, both Kur and Sukuna were occasionally lost for words due to the sheer ignorance of Ishtar. While Kur was landing and continuing to feel far too much of everything, Ishtar was rambling. She thought Kur had cursed Sukuna. She thought she had been chosen. She thought Kur had gone mad, and that the death goddess was trying to use her body, as Ishtar used her own. All of those assumptions were moronic, but the final assertion was far dumber than any other. Sukuna had just gotten a decent look at Kur's new physique, and. . . "Huh?" he blurted out while glancing in Ishtar's direction again. There was something to do about that, but that was something to deal with later.

First and foremost, Kur was to blame for that thumping in his Source. Hers remained in a state of flux, which didn't seem to change after she constructed a fresh ensemble for herself. Cloth and bones adorned her form to create a very reserved, yet still accessible outfit. Sukuna approved of this. Ah, but she needed more, and went on to create more by throwing a light kimono and dark scarf upon his form. Pulling at the garb, the demon appraised it quickly. "Looks like something I used to wear before. Not bad. Now..." Sukuna began stepping toward Ishtar, who continued to talk. Her 'glorious' form was waiting to receive him, apparently. The simplest wave of one hand would force Ishtar upright, floating just off the ground. Of course, this was Sukuna... so there was more. She'd feel tightly constricted from head to toe, as if bound by thread... though her curves would be unaffected. "Your what is waiting for what? You were the best to look at when I showed up. What happened?" he asked, alluding to the obvious fact that Kur had acquired a vastly superior form to hers.

Kur was still feeling a bit snarky. At her observation that she was no longer little, Sukuna made the claim that she was still a child. She had a pretty quick come back for that phrase too, considering that he'd subjected her to a great deal of sexual and mental torture while thinking of her in such a way, "Nevt ven unnin chan, nevt saysz seva adti ven bevn czek," she said seeming to scoff. Even so, she didn't actually mind him referring to her as 'little girl' it was hardly an insult.

Still there were so many things wrong with all of Ishtar's assumptions in this moment that Kur hadn't even figured out how to address them all yet. And she only thought to do so, after she was dressed once again. She was trying to burn off the extra energy which was obviously bothering Sukuna at least a bit through their binding but even after dressing him, she still felt her own mana seemingly still brazenly active. But much to her own surprise and now blushing face once more, Sukuna seemed to like his new attire quite a bit. "I'm glad. I thought it'd suit you, given how you were dressed at first..." she said though she was very pleased at the acknowledgement. Here and now, her heart had started to pulse in her chest along with her mana. It was a harmonious thing, giving her quite the euphoric sensation throughout her body.

But that was not all that was happening in the moment. No, Sukuna strung up Ishtar once more, having taken too much stupid from her speech and deciding to question her on one thing. And the green haired woman found herself unable to move, her form on display but when shifting her eyes towards Kur she finally took proper note of how far along her form had come. She could no longer even refer to her as a runt given how well her body had filled out. "My glorious form is unique to me. Obviously, Kur knew you'd chosen me and while you cursed her to make her more physically appealing like me, she managed to somehow use it. But mine is the original... she even stole my glow you should take it back for me!" she claimed, it was quite the delusion. She wouldn't known but Sukuna had seen Sin who was the originator of such a form in this world and now he had for his own use Kur whose body boosted a certain superiority to Ishtar's. In this moment Kur couldn't help but laugh. "Did you just accuse me of abusing my body when you're the one who offered up both yours and mine to a demon?" Kur asked. This made Ishtar's brow furrow, well... yes, she'd definitely done exactly that, but it was some kind of magical or cursed influence that made him keep talking to Kur after his urges were settled. That was the only way. "Men will have sex with anything that lets them, and half the time it doesn't have to allow it. But they will always choose the greatest form around and it's mine. I'm the one with an especially good body. I am the goddess of love and beauty!" she proclaimed.

Calling Kur a 'little girl' was something which said more about Sukuna, than the goddess herself? Nonsense. Sukuna was a demon who knew the world before its segmentation; he had no such concepts of propriety. In response to Kur's quip, he extended a hand. Two fingers collided with one another, and from that came a pulse of concussive energy. It was restrained, insignificant, but just mighty enough to tap Kur's left breast. Perhaps she shouldn't be acting so coy while still affected by his seal?

Moving on, Ishtar kept yapping and yapping. Unique form? What? He didn't have much time to look before, but there was something very peculiar about her claim. "I have four eyes. You're exactly the same as that other one," he said upon recalling Sin, or formerly, Ki. More importantly, his sight was unquestionable enough that none could argue when he compared Ishtar and the new Kur. Even more importantly, a discrepancy in Ishtar's yammering needed addressing. "I didn't make her any thicker. Yours isn't even original," he replied.

Ishtar insisted that men would have sex with anything, whether allowed or not. Once again, she wasn't entirely wrong. Sukuna would have had his way with any goddess on the list earlier in this day, bar that small which would have done nothing for him. Even so, the execution always varied from person to person... and Ishtar had long since painted herself as the disposable sort, returned to only when holes needed plugging. Another swipe of Sukuna's fingers was aimed at the green-haired one. He did not slice her body, but he did shred her clothing. With that done, he stepped even closer while smiling madly. "Greatest form, eh?" he questioned. "With blood in your mouth and a hole in your chest?"

One thing had to be done. Sukuna lifted his hand again, and without even touching Ishtar, he sealed the hole in her torso. A few moments of observation ensued. "Ah, I didn't get a good look before. Now that I get a good look at you, I see things a little differently." What did Sukuna mean? Well, he'd be sure to make that clear while the sharp nail of his forefinger made contact with Ishtar's pelvis. Two goddesses had sold their souls to him today, Ishtar being one of them. She could gain a seal as well. His seemingly-telekinetic ability separated the goddess' legs, and in that moment, Sukuna rammed his entire hand into her craw. Just then, his sick grin widened further, his second pair of eyes opening slightly to stare her down. "It's terrible! Kehahahaha!" Sukuna's laughter was loud and continuous. That hand within Ishtar pulsed mana directly into her being, with Sukuna being sure to utilize every bit of his druglike energy to form a seal. It appeared as an inside-out variant of Kur's. Just the same though, it would spread across her body... albeit with the ability to turn all her senses to pain rather than pleasure. "Goddess of what and what now? I don't think that fits anymore, missy. I can't smell it on you at all~"

Kur was in for a very rude awakening, or rather a playful one. That little tap to her bosom sent a surge of sensation through her chest which made her twitch on her feet just a little. Her face reddened immediately after and she found a hand on her chest which also did nothing to quell the extra sensation. "Wait wait, don't do that... I'm still all tingly," she stated. Ah, but Ishtar didn't like these moments of being ignored. She could only scoff and huff until Sukuna went back to paying attention to her.

And then it was back but what did Sukuna have to say. He had four eyes? Yes, that was true, creepy but true. "There is no one with a form exactly like mine!" claimed Ishtar which only made Kur laugh a little bit. "Mom has the exact same shape as you." That was the one correction and a scoff came from Ishtar. "That doesn't count, even Anu didn't acknowledge that such a thing existed, she's old!" she exclaimed. "She doesn't look it." said the death goddess. "No one asked you Kur." she said to the death goddess which made her smile. "Brye vensh daar han ven chenm czek nevt" That one came as a curse, it was a command. Ishtar could no longer utter that name, if she tried, she'd bite her tongue. More or less, Ishtar's pronunciation of her name always came with an intonation that the death goddess didn't like. And now that she was all sparkly and tingly she figured it was time to be called something a bit more fitting of her actual works. "Ereshkigal. Yes, that's a name I can live with," she said with a smile. She'd just renamed herself after her mother and after her great works.

Beyond these points, Ishtar's form was injured presently. But, Sukuna would be fixing that. His words made it appear that he truly appreciated her and she became prouder in the moment. All it would take is the man wanting more from her and he'd come back to his senses and get rid of Kur. "Of course you made her thicker, Kur---" another tongue bite happened as she tried to argue a point. That curse was more appropriately potent. Kur had already renamed herself. Whatever the case soon after, she had a mark on her pelvis which seemed to be aligned oppositely to what Ereshkigal had felt but... it wouldn't have nearly that effect. A full hand with clawed fingers was shoved into Ishtar's undercarriage as she was being insulted and she... moaned. There was no sound of pain and no registration that anything negative had happened at all. In fact it seemed she enjoyed this attention. Ereshkigal looked astounded and slightly grossed out. She figured there was something wrong with Ishtar but not that she was... this. "Eww."

Tingly was how the death goddess described her current level of sensitivity when struck. Sukuna was fully aware that her seal had not yet been retracted, and intended to keep using it if she decided to be a bit... snippy again. Since she reacted so favorably to that little tap, Sukuna repeated the process several times over to assault the other teat, each leg, her abdomen, et cetera. His smaller set of eyes were watching her all the while, and his primary pair remained trained on Ishtar.

No one had a form exactly like hers, the green-haired one said. The first Creator Sukuna had seen in this cycle boasted the exact same form, and moments before surpassing Ishtar, Kur could be considered the same as well. When it was pointed out that their mother had the same form, Ishtar completely disregarded the notion by claiming the woman was old. Sukuna hadn't seen the one called Ki, but he'd seen her newer form and assumed there was no great difference between the two. As such, calling her old was something utterly ridiculous.

Apparently, Kur was in the process of deciding a new name for herself. She didn't fancy Ishtar continuing to address her as Kur, it seemed, even going so far as to curse the other goddess if she attempted such again. Ereshkigal was the name she chose, continuing the naming pattern of Creators with homage to her mother, status and purpose. "Not a bad choice," Sukuna commented absently. With that, he was onto dealing with Ishtar and... whatever the hell kind of reaction she was having to pain. Sukuna was certain he'd officially seen all reactions to torture. There was hardly a difference between his arm and cock, so he didn't expect much from his arm's girth. On the other hand, he dove into Ishtar's core with extended fingers bearing claw-like nails, and even gave her a seal that created pain from all forms of contact. Ishtar's reaction was still... moaning. What? How? Why? It didn't make sense! For the first time since his arrival, Sukuna was genuinely dumbfounded. "What the fuck is that? Why do you like this?" he asked Ishtar. "Why does she like this?" he asked Ereshkigal without waiting for the previous answer. "Do all of you like this?!"

Apparently the warning that she was still tingly wasn't enough to discourage Sukuna. Several more such taps made their way to various aspects of her body and Ereshkigal as she was now being called, squirmed, squealed and giggled at the attention. It was after all a pleasurable sensation though she could have gone without this current level of attention. "Come on... that's not really fair." she managed though that tingling sensation of her skin would not stop at all even after he was done with her. Beyond this Sukuna also seemed to find a problem with the way Ishtar viewed the mother of the gods. He'd likely seen at least a version of her, and understood Ereshkigal's main point.

Moving on from this point, Ereshkigal cursed the goddess Ishtar for calling her 'Kur' and then Sukuna said her new name wasn't a bad choice. That little notion seemed to make the rather innocent girl happy. "I mean... I guess... thanks," she finally managed. She was frightfully embarrassed but such a happy moment couldn't actually last. Why? Because it was Ishtar's turn for punishment and her response to it was nothing but moans. Ishtar didn't even get a chance to answer the question before she was moaning again and Kur was instead here to answer it instead. "Absolutely not! I'm sure everyone has preferences but I am quite certain I am not taking claws to my insides and being happy about it," she mentioned seeming to find the whole situation off-putting. "I wouldn't question you at all. I know that seal is the inverse of the one on me, but I definitely wouldn't have put my hand in there... she's gross." Ereshkigal said in an oddly childish way. Ah, but what of Ishtar, did she have anything to say for herself? Nothing if her body was currently being given any kind of stimulation she was definitely just going to moan about it. "Trash! All of you have the audacity to look down on me when I am perfection incarnate." uttered that sentence seeming not to find anything wrong. "No. Not that. I did hear a story from the Gallu about her taking a long trip in the underworld and ending up with a sword in the butt," she said shrugging. Ishtar managed to look surprised. "If you know of my glorious tryst with Gilgamesh then you know I am magnificent," she said seemingly completely deluded.