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  1. #1731
    The number of times Sukuna took mental pause to question Ishtar's intelligence was far too high for his first day of living. On one hand, it could indeed be assumed that this new Ereshkigal was a virgin; that tended to be how Sources worked. On the other hand, the original Ereshkigal proved more than capable of accepting every bit of pummeling delivered to all three of her virgin holes, so what exactly was Ishtar's point? This new one being a virgin would... well... "That just makes it more fun, idiot."

    The second Ereshkigal made something interestingly clear. According to her, both versions enjoyed the way he addressed them. That part wasn't something Sukuna had originally thought about much, if at all. He addressed her in such a casual manner, there was no concern for what she thought of the title. Now then, there was a very important question on the table. One Ereshkigal was already getting the treatment she requested at the onset of this interaction, so... what would the second one have? Apparently, Sukuna could pound her virgin ass. Those words would not have come from the original without great provocation, but this one spewed vulgarities as easily as she breathed. Even Sukuna took pause to process her phrasing, but the end result was something of a trademark for him. "... Heh!"

    With that singular snicker and a firm cock that took on a new quality of throb, Sukuna used those two tongues to tug her asshole to either side while pressing his girth to the opening. With that, he'd push forward inch by inch. She said she could take it, so there was to be no stopping until he buried himself fully within her anus. Both versions of the male had something else in mind as well. Their hands each left the backsides of the women in front of them, and with that, Sukuna was hand-in-hand with himself, almost as if he intended to wrestle. In truth, he'd eventually use the time of being buried in both versions of Ereshkigal to... essentially play tug-o-war with himself while battering away at both death goddesses.

  2. #1732
    Ishtar was glorious, in her own mind. Her words were profound, to the stupid. She was special. Well those statements always had qualifications and that last one had the biggest. Ishtar was special, until you looked a bit deeper. It was easy to find someone to fill the role that people wanted to Ishtar, but some were simply to lazy. Some were willing to put up with her stupidity to use her body and some just planned to take advantage. Of course, Ishtar herself couldn't really tell the difference between these people, partly because she didn't understand herself. And she only understood people who were better than herself as targets for her ire. The previously named Kur had been such a target. Good at everything Ishtar was not, creative, kind and doted upon. She pushed her out of heaven using her womanly wiles, and then found out that those were not special to her. "More fun?" Did virgins truly make things more fun? Should she have been a virgin more often to pull men into her clutches? No that hadn't seemed to change much about the situation. Though a couple of virgins had been gaining the interest of men Ishtar herself had been trying to pull. Obviously, this was the fault of the individual men right? They just wanted to have sex with virgins and if she was a virgin then she could have them too, right?

    Whatever dumb idea she was having, Ereshkigal's newest incarnation spewed vulgarities in a manner which quite frankly horrified the original death goddess. Where her other self had gotten such a mouth from she couldn't figure out. Even so, she watched with an odd sense of wonder as her newest glowing self took Sukuna's cock straight into her rectum. It stretched and she seemed to relish in the sensation. Actually, it was quite interesting, without forced pleasantry the whole of it felt like hot pressure. It wasn't bad, just very different from what one would expect. As it happened that one looked at her blushing and embarrassed self and teased a bit more. "You gotta try this too sometime. It's pretty intense~" she claimed seeming to find funny the reaction of Ereshkigal who looked away bashfully. "Why am I like this?" she asked almost to the universe at large. It truly didn't matter as both of these death goddesses were basically dangled between their men and being rammed while they held hands with each other. It would strangely enough be Ereshkigal to offer both her hands to the other one which she'd take. So as they were being pounded into each other, they held hands. And now this round would continue with both goddesses moaning their happiness and looking to each other and to the males opposite of them as points of their concentration.

  3. #1733
    One Ereshkigal's acceptance of penetration was a given, as it was the natural way of things. As for the newly-spawned one, she received Sukuna in a very different way that still left a few questions as to her enjoyment without the seal's influence. As he forced his way in, her reaction was an interestingly favorable one. Sukuna felt the rough tightness of insertion, but nothing resembling rejection. Then... Ereshkigal spoke to her original self, suggesting that she try this more intense variant as well.

    Of course, the suggestion of her new self left the first Ereshkigal questioning... her own nature. There was no point to all that. Unsurprisingly, she'd be the one Sukuna spoke to. "Why does the little girl like something thick and meaty in her ass? Probably because it feels good," he said. Was that quippy? Sukuna may have been a bit consciously quippy. He was having ridiculous amounts of fun, and it would only get better. He and Ereshkigal each had their other selves by the hand, but Ereshkigal was very close to her other self's face as a result of their positioning. Sukuna had an idea. He'd act on said idea only after a few additional minutes of movement. "You like looking at yourself that much, huh?" When the time came, the Sukunas each pulled on the other's hands simultaneously, plunging to the absolute depths of each Ereshkigal and spraying their insides with the thickest of 'liquid mana' thus far. He still had the requested goal of having Ereshkigal think of nothing else, but he'd taken on the personal goal of pushing them both forward at the same time, until their faces met. "Look closer!" he exclaimed as the fruit of his loins continued gushing out into Ereshkigal... twice, technically.

  4. #1734
    The demands and strangeness of the pair of death goddesses were things which made Ishtar look at both of them with wider eyes than just her missing eyelids implied. She couldn't help but feel like both versions of Kur were just weird. They liked this man with his extra body parts and strange mouths. They both as virgins seemed so accepting of his massive dick that it seemed to be a regular day for them. At least one of them had managed to take his massive cock in all three of her holes, a feat Ishtar thought only herself capable of. Was she truly so unremarkable? No. That couldn't be the case. It had to be the newness of virgins. Maybe men had some strange attachment to women whom they deflowered. Yes! That obviously made sense. As soon as the newness of the situation wore off this demon and all other people with penises would come flocking back to her.

    While Ishtar plotted her victory, Ereshkigal and her other self were actually winning. A bit of cheeky commentary came as the answer to Ereshkigal's question originally aimed at her other self. The snarky reply from the demon behind her twice over was that she liked the things she liked because they felt good. "Obviously!" she snapped back. But in truth that wasn't what she was asking. As a person who was a virgin previously she was questioning her desires since sex became a thing she was doing. In no times prior to this had she ever considered she was bad but hearing the more vulgar form of herself speak with her angelic visage made her question the goodness of herself. "Ugh, you're thinking too much. All you need to know is... we'll never be like her, regardless of what we like. She's trash, we're not. No need to get hung up on it!~" said one version of her self to another. "Hey, I'm not trash, take it back Ku-" another bite to her tongue was delivered immediately. It was good to know that it worked regardless of the person she was at base. Ah, that was hilarious, that curse was something spectacular. They still had to deal with Sukuna's or rather both girls were soon forced against each other as they held hands, chest to chest, body to body and face to face. "That was pretty awesome, kiss on it?" Ereshkigal asked herself. "Oh, stealing my first kiss for ourselves... yeah~ We really do like ourselves!~" she chimed in for just a moment. But soon enough their lips were locked with each other and their bodies were also vibrating at the same wavelength. With both versions of their bodies being pumped full of mana, they both had a moment of hyper-speed logic. In this they bound their bodies and souls back into a single source flowing harmoniously together. And in that moment those two glowing bodies would merge back into the singular goddess, in this case the goddess with Sukuna buried in her rectum.

  5. #1735
    Sukuna's quip left Ereshkigal needing her newer self to function as an advisor. The one major point of reason given was that they would never be trash, as Ishtar was. If that was the criteria to meet, Sukuna had no idea why it was ever a concern. Sukuna was the Demon Lord of Obscenity, and even he found Ishtar repugnant. He couldn't even create a curse strong enough to put something like her out into the world. The likeliest scenario was that he wouldn't even try that.

    With his full-force thrust into both copies, Sukuna saw the pair delving deeper still into debauchery. He intended to force their lips together for a show, but much to his surprise, it was the shyer Ereshkigal who suggested that they do so. And so, the two kissed while Sukuna watched twice. How interesting it was, that Sukuna had stolen the first one's initial experience, and the first one in-turn stole from her new self. More interesting was the fact that they harmonized in doing so, becoming a singular entity. The one they became was the newer incarnation still having her rear entered repeatedly by Sukuna. Ah, but one was left hanging by the disappearance of his side's Ereshkigal. Was this an issue for Sukuna? No, of course not. Both Sukunas were spraying their seed to fill the goddesses, and the disappearance of his was not cause to stop doing so. Instead, he took rod in hand and reangled. Since there was but one Ereshkigal present, she could continue having her arse pumped while having the lovely bonus of Sukuna's 'special drug' being sprayed all over her face. At the same time, he'd be stepping closer to her. "You didn't think I was just gonna stand here by myself, did you?" he asked of the new singular entity. That spraying would not stop. He'd aim at her mouth, her hair, and every exposed inch of flesh on his side of the woman.

  6. #1736
    The pep talk issued by one version of Ereshkigal to herself was probably one of the ones needed by many women in this world. Ishtar was not even someone worth consideration. Though Ereshkigal formerly Kur had never feared the other woman, she'd assumed something of a passive amount of self-deprecation that was reinforced by the constant choice for Ishtar over herself that she'd seen in her life. But this new version of her was born superior. She knew she was chosen and had seen all Ishtar was and knew her to be lesser, she'd never be intimidated by such an individual regardless of what she did. Though there was reason to be in general distrusting of any individual who sided with such an idiotic individual.

    Moving on, the harmonization of the cores of these two individuals took place at master speed. This was likely because they had two minds, two sets of hands and two full harmonically vibrating cores which managed to complete themselves at the start of this most recent mana-transfer. Of course, the words of Ereshkigal seemed to sit in the mind of her newest self, and she understood that there would be no real end to her receiving of this particular potent power until criteria were met. Even so, she couldn't say she minded the woozy and rushing feeling of her brain as she was pumped full of mana for the second time. In truth, she would only become more fascinated by it as time went on. Sukuna fully didn't expect to be left alone and was content to shower the woman in his mana, she was content to accept it. Actually, it felt nice on her skin and was good to taste, though she couldn't quite explain why. Unlike the lesser creatures Ishtar was used to, mana from higher order beings had specific kinds of tastes to them. His was particularly tasty to someone like Ereshkigal so this secondary version of her held her tongue out to take more in directly while it was sprayed in her face. "Of course not, Eresh is giving me the two of you as a present! I'm gonna be overfilled by the end of this so don't start slacking now~" she said as if that made sense.

    All the while Ishtar watched this and seemed to be aghast once more. This secondary glowing version of her younger sister seemed to be enjoying getting sprayed by semen. She was taking it on her tongue? She was acting the same way whores did, but somehow she still managed to seem unfazed by her actions. No. It wasn't right. "You can't do this. You look like a slut... how can you dare to hold your head up like that knowing that you're no better than a common whore! You're supposed to be this but not look so pleased about it. You were supposed to run from him, scream and call him a monster with all those eyes and mouths and arms. You should be disgusted by all of it, he's so weird and you're just taking it!" Ah, that was it. "Again with the projection," said this new girl as she smiled almost evilly and licked Sukuna's residuals from her lips. Ah, this man of hers was her new favorite person too. She hoped he was ready for that.

  7. #1737
    Sukuna was not one to slack in any regard. This new Ereshkigal was right in claiming she'd be overfilled by the end of this; Sukuna had never intended anything different. As for the present granted by her other self, deemed Eresh, it was quite devious of her to leave a copy with two of Sukuna. They could have both been drugged and filled, but it seemed one was to take an overdose of both.

    Regardless of an impending overdose, the current form of Ereshkigal took a great deal of Sukuna's load directly to the tongue by choice. He wouldn't have expected that of her original form whilst sober, but this one didn't seem to be doing such a thing simply because of his mana's effect. Of course, Ishtar was yapping once again. She claimed Ereshkigal looked like a slut, a common whore, and that she shouldn't be pleased about the goings-on. For a Creator, she sounded like a person from an entirely different era or cycle. When did it become a thing of ill-repute for Creators to enjoy this exchange of mana? "That's stupid. You Creators especially are made to take in mana; you're supposed to enjoy it when it's potent. And this here?" he started, holding his cock even closer to Ereshkigal's protruding tongue to spew into her mouth more directly. "This is my slut! Get it right," he corrected.

    Part of the goal here was to leave Ereshkigal thinking of nothing but his mana secretions. There was a natural implication to that, of course. Who else could drug her with a constant stream of ejaculate/mana? Who else could produce so much of it? Who else could flood two of her three holes in unison, well past her body's ability to keep the fluid inside? Only he had the gift, so only he could truly have the joy of it. "Isn't that right?" Sukuna went on to ask Ereshkigal, only a breath before the execution of his plan to stuff her mouth with his dick.

  8. #1738
    Had Ereshkigal been devious in throwing the newest version of herself to the wolf that was Sukuna? Maybe just a little. She'd found that entire situation to be a bit overstimulating already, and since she knew the effectiveness of his mana would trickle down regardless, she thought to let her newest self have the full breadth of the experience. That being said, that young young version of her, seemed to be very clear about her wants and desires and had no problem facing them nor any problem whatsoever differentiating the idea of what she liked from the sort of trash that Ishtar was.

    Speaking of Ishtar, she was getting one more lesson she wouldn't really understand. She didn't know about the connection between 'Mana-transfer' and sex. If she was ever aware of it, it'd been something long since lost from her brain. She looked for men with potency, big dicks, big muscles and power, political and otherwise. Even so, her actions were frowned upon. Silence. She was a person of bad reputation so obviously, those things weren't related right. And what else? He was referring to Kur as his slut, and she was to get it right? Did that mean, he hadn't chosen some more important title to give her? Did that mean she'd been bound to him like an animal? Yes, that was it. He was doing all this talking and showing her all of these things, to prove that he was the man in charge here, and no one else. YES! It all made sense. She obviously was being put down so she'd know her place below him and then... he'd get rid of Kur and place her where she belonged, restoring her now decaying form to all of its glory!

    Just the same, that extended tongue of Ereshkigal's other face was treated to a steady influx of mana. "Sia hepd unnpeb yarv," she murmured. She could enjoy this here and now knowing she wouldn't be taking it from anywhere else. This man was hers, as much as she was his, and as such they should indulge in each other. Such a glutton, was the girl who was formerly known as Kur. She'd taken in so much mana, allowing it to travel over her tongue. She'd indulge in the sensation it caused her brain, she'd enjoy the physical sensations of being plowed, she'd even enjoy the constant put downs of Ishtar. She was 'his slut' as she understood the term to work in this case. It wasn't always derogatory. She opened her mouth to speak and suddenly it was full of Sukuna's cock. Those violet eyes of hers widened as her diamond shaped pupils pulsed and the rings around them seemed to spin. Her tongue lavished attention on his shaft as he shoved himself inside, as if she was trying to further milk him. Hungrily one could say, the goddess of death acted hungry. He did like it when they choked earlier, so... she'd do that here and now. All while Ishtar knew in her soul that she was still the one, still chosen!

  9. #1739
    When Ereshkigal spoke again, she did so in the language of demons. Apparently, Ishtar would never learn. That much had long since become obvious, what with her repeated showings of ignorance and all. Sukuna was well past anything resembling expectations of Ishtar, bar his expectations of her being an idiot, an annoyance, and a target for torture. Ereshkigal, on the other hand, was exclusively the latter of these three things. It didn't seem very torturous at present, however. No, she currently reacted to... pleasure? She consumed his expulsion from both ends of her body, even doing so greedily by the time she was penetrated from both ends again.

    What was Sukuna to do? One had no reason to stop plowing the goddess from behind. The other Sukuna may or may not have had a few ideas, though any he had were made irrelevant by the strokes of Ereshkigal's tongue against her mouth's invader. The alleged 'further milking' of Sukuna should have been impossible given his reckless expulsion of mana, but somehow, Ereshkigal was managing to make him expel even greater quantity than what he already literally sprayed into her plugged mouth and ass. Sukuna actually seemed somewhat surprised by this occurrence; it was no doing of his even as he thrusted into both her holes via reflex alone. What was this phenomenon? Well... it was something interesting, certainly.

  10. #1740
    It seemed there was agreement about the nature of Ishtar. All the while the green haired goddess herself, seemed to be beyond learning. So much so, that she thought once more upon hearing the words uttered by this new form of Kur that some kind of extra binding curse was being placed upon Sukuna. Why did he continue to let her assert herself over him. "No. No. No. I'm finally coming back. You can't win. You're no better than me so he's obviously chosen me. As soon as the newness of you wears off... he'll be mine. Stop trying to take him from me, Ku-" Ah, another rant, another tongue bite. This one really didn't know when to give up. It would almost be an admirable trait if she had anything resembling the proper nature to do anything other than whine like a child about it.

    In this case, the young woman now rather ominously devouring Sukuna from both ends of her digestive system, seemed to be incapable of offering a reply. Of course, she had no reason to offer a reply, she'd already won. Whatever delusions Ishtar was entertaining, this young woman was already planning to rip out a piece of her soul. And after that was done she was going to let Sukuna find whatever happiness he had left to find in her torture and murder. Ah, but that was fine right? It was fine to let her keep believing even for a second that this day wouldn't end with her death. Just the same the effectiveness of the work of her tongue seemed to do quite a bit towards the sating of her obviously voracious appetite. To be technical as more and more of his mana poured into her, it'd begun to take over all her thoughts. What other effects could it give her? Her heart was already beating far too fast, her brain was working at hyper speed. Actually, she was enjoying this a bit too much. She could easily forget Ishtar's torture for a while. She could easily forget her other self abandoning her to this, she could forget everything but the pure and unadulterated bliss she was being given. Of course, she'd try to give it in return, her tongue moving against his shaft, her throat closing around his manhood at its depths. Even her rectum would seem to pulse and aim to claim him as well. More more more... she needed more and wanted it. She wasn't even sure to what end. There were no great works left, now it was just... fun, but it wouldn't stop her from taking it all in. For however long this would last she would take it, until she had only one thing to say. "Cum..." ah, she also had that little speech based hiccup. There was more to that sentence somewhere, but she couldn't quite get it out given her current hyper brain functionality.

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