Finis Chaldea

[Bloodedge]

Fear was settling in the mind of Kur. Sukuna had not yet experienced a single moment which he didn't enjoy to the fullest. Kur cowered before her immediate future upon seeing the reality of it for herself. Now Sukuna could consider this approach satisfying. Kur cowered, and his rod only grew as a result of seeing that terror take hold of her. He was so high on the rush of this moment, he didn't even register Ishtar's ridiculous laughter this time. "Oh?~" he muttered as she turned around, having none of that dress remaining to cover her flesh.

What exactly was turning away from him supposed to do? The only thing she managed to do was show her ass again, literally. Of course, that only meant Sukuna had a target to focus on; he knew from earlier she was hiding a very appealing lump of meat under all that fabric. As such, he began stepping forward, ever so slowly as if still letting it all sink in. Kur complained about not knowing his name, saying she couldn't turn into someone like Ishtar by letting random individuals do random things to her. "Kehahaha! If you can't turn into that, then don't? What, are you pitiful enough to just be taken advantage of by anyone? If you're that pathetic, you should consider yourself lucky I got to you when I did~" he teased. One additional step placed Sukuna within striking range of Kur's rear, and with that, he recalled an earlier mention of his 'sudden' and 'stingy' slap. Her backside was covered then, so what would she think now? He was going to find out. From just behind Kur and a little to the left, Sukuna lifted his own cock using his left hand. In doing so, it would become exposed, visible to Kur not far from her left hip. At the same time, Sukuna's right hand delivered a mighty slap to her uncovered buttocks. It may not have been as rough as what he'd done to Ishtar before, but it was also not so gentle as what he'd done to Kur just before that. "I asked you a question. Look at it. Isn't it exciting that you're gonna be destroyed by this?"

[Apollymi]

Kur's fear also made her mostly immune to Ishtar's taunts. It was hard to concentrate on an annoyance when something a threat was imminent. Besides that she had the most ominous feeling that he was approaching her rear. She couldn't defend herself from him, not really. If it'd been possible she likely would have already disappeared from this spot. But she hadn't, even her own failsafe seemed to have failed her this day. All the while that looming shadow of a man was approaching her now and with that knowledge another tear fell from her eyes. How could she not cry out her terror? The only thing saving her from actually sobbing was her lack of speech in the moment. Ah, but he claimed she shouldn't be that pitiful and that she could just not become like that. He also didn't actually tell her his name. What was she just supposed to fear some nameless demon forever?! He claimed she was lucky he'd gotten to her when he did? How? How was it lucky she'd encountered what was likely the only being on this planet she couldn't just send immediately for judgement in the underworld. "Lucky to encounter the only being who could threaten me like this on the world, that's not luck!" she wasn't sobbing but those tears had started to stream down her face.

And just a moment later that looming shadow was so close, he demanded she look and her gaze almost mechanically moved towards what had appeared in the corner of her eye. She was too afraid. Her mind was far too panicked and now she was looking at that massive monster previously hidden from view and being asked one of the most ridiculous questions ever. She'd not answered him before? She was supposed to be keeping track of his questions? Then a hand came down upon her rear at a moment so unexpected she yelped. It was a sound that could have been interpreted as pain, but her body didn't say it was... not completely. She definitely felt like her cheeks were probably reddened but it wasn't as if she'd been properly injured or anything. Actually, wasn't rape usually way more violent than this, why had he only slapped her rear? It was harder than before but... it still wasn't terrible. Was this ruin? Was she already being defiled? "No. No it's not exciting, I'm fucking terrified!" what an honest statement made by the lass. The only man in the world who could hurt her, was planning to do exactly that... and for what, because Ishtar wanted her to suffer for nothing and saw an opportunity to make that happen.

What of Ishtar though? She was enjoying the show actually. The moment tears started streaming down Kur's face she became elated. It was about time someone made that high and mighty runt fall off her high horse. "It isn't even in yet, wait until he's giving you something to cry for!!" she goaded her younger sister. It was so malicious. Kur had never done anything wrong to anyone. Everything Ishtar had gotten as from her sister that was negative was deserved and accounted for by the green haired goddess' actions. She was laughing now though, that annoying and shrill laugh and enjoying the sheer terror that Kur was giving off.

[Bloodedge]

From his current position, Sukuna was able to view Kur's face from the left side. Ah, she was crying already. He'd promised as much, but even he didn't anticipate it so soon; that was something he expected after some form of penetration. She couldn't even comprehend why she was so very lucky to meet him this day, to be chosen for this treatment. A simple slap on the ass made her yelp, and a simple question had her exclaiming how terrified she was. It was after that admission that Sukuna's left hand rose to the goddess' face. He grabbed her just as he'd done earlier, but not for the sake of forcing a tongue into her mouth; he did it to tilt her face toward his. Such a rare opportunity this was for Sukuna─ he couldn't resist licking that tear trail from her face, stopping just under the eye. Once there, the toothy grin of Sukuna was flashed as directly as it could be. "You're terrified, huh?"

Sukuna, the Demon Lord of Obscenity. Nearly all things terrible could be linked to him at some point in this world's history. To terrify a goddess that he would soon be ravaging was... riveting! "... Good. Don't worry, though. You won't have time to be terrified soon~" What did Sukuna mean by this? Well, Kur would eventually be feeling more things than a single person ever should. "Gtev," he said directly to Kur for the first time this day. She'd been able to receive a direct, albeit small mana transfer from him; it was time she got a bit more. To accomplish this, he would first bring her to her knees and step around to her fore, dangling his rod over her head. Only then would he have something else to say. "Jehnyl vensh revr." Despite what he'd been telling Ishtar earlier, full statements were applicable to Cursed Speech. In this case, he demanded that Kur open her mouth, which remained a very basic application. Was he telling the truth about accomplishing many things with a single curse? Of course he was, but that was neither here nor there.

[Apollymi]

Kur was in a state of panic which left her mind way too occupied to properly function. The fact that this was happening, actually happening to her when she'd never harmed anyone was almost unfathomable. This world wasn't kind to kind people, but it hadn't been particularly kind to her to start with. Now there was once again a hand on her face tilting her face backward this time, not just forcing mana into her body. Why? So that Sukuna could lick the tears off her face. He also grinned at her... what was that all about? She'd not realized she'd done anything to deserve anything resembling such malicious intent. "Yes." Kur answered simply water still streaming from her eyes. What else was she supposed to say? Well, she'd definitely answer any question she could, lest she end up in an even more dangerous position.

But what was this? He claimed she soon wouldn't have time to be terrified? How was that supposed to calm her down? It absolutely did no such thing. For all she knew he was planning to murder her and have sex with her corpse so her sister could laugh at her and claim her underworld for herself. She didn't even have time to consider it. She was given an order directly, one of few she'd experienced all day... and it made her sink to her knees. Though she really didn't want to, why would she? Being abused by some random man she didn't even know wasn't on her list of objectives for any day. What was more his manhood was over her head and not doing anything to reduce the amount of fear she felt. Yes, she knew it wouldn't kill her to take a penis of any size, but that didn't mean it wouldn't hurt her mentally. A phrase in that Cursed Speech had a different effect this time. Kur's mouth opened which was not doing anything for her mental state at all. He was really about to do something like that? As her lips parted they were pink an gently moistened mostly by her own tears, the most natural opening of her mouth led to her tongue gently peeking out. She had to prepare herself, she closed her eyes maybe it'd be over soon?

All the while, Ishtar looked nearly giddy. It was about time someone put the runt of the litter in her place. And here she was, now on her knees with a giant cock over her head ready to have her mouth violated with no way to stop it. "Ohohoho!~ You're gonna get choked until you pass out, runt!" exclaimed the green haired goddess. At such commentary Kur's eyes opened and widened. What was wrong with her, truly? Why did watching her little sister receive what had to be the most terrible torture imaginable to any woman, make her happy? There was truly no logic behind it. She was literally gleeful at the sight of someone else's pain and distress, how was this ever the person to be in charge of the concept of love? How?

[Bloodedge]

What a shame; Sukuna was able to hear the green-haired one again. In this case however, her phrasing wasn't an annoyance. As Kur knelt before him with her mouth open, tongue slightly protruding and supple lips moistened and ready to receive him, he saw multiple potentials based on Ishtar's speech. He could choke her until she blacked out, and that would be quite entertaining indeed. Alas, that would put a quick end to his entertainment. Tormented as Kur was, he wanted her conscious, even if said consciousness was compromised. He certainly didn't want her out of commission, though.

Whatever the case, the tool looming over Kur's face swayed left and right slowly. This effort was partially to continue tormenting the pink-haired goddess, but equally for the purpose of seeing her face past his own cock. His face still hadn't changed. Indeed, he'd be elated for some time to come. "Oi oi. That one over there didn't gag on my arm. You can gag on this though, can't you?" he wondered in a seemingly genuine manner. A few seconds later, Sukuna placed the head of his member right atop Kur's tongue. She looked so downright adorable in that helpless position, he thought to milk the moment as much as possible. He'd slide himself along that oral muscle as if it were a path to tread. As for how long he would travel that path... well, Sukuna was never really the type to hold himself back from anything unless somehow forced to by an even greater being.

[Apollymi]

Sukuna was still terrorizing Kur and there was nothing she could currently do about it. By her own approximation at least it wouldn't hurt... or would it? As she looked up into his face now that her eyes were open she saw the same sick grin present there. He really was amused by what he was doing to her, and it was kind of disorienting considering their earlier conversations had given her the impression they could have been friends. Ishtar was always taking things from her... not the other way around, she wasn't even allowed something simple because that woman couldn't put forth the effort to not be a miserable hag of a person.

There was more talking though, as Sukuna noted that Ishtar hadn't gagged on his arm, but he posed it as a question that she could right? Kur gave it a bit of consideration and figured that if she wanted to she could indeed gag on his phallus as it made contact with her throat. But she was also aware that she didn't have to do anything like that, she'd been told by two women in her life, that she trusted that she only needed to accept to take in anything. Should she really go about causing herself physical pain? Well... he had asked and everything about the situation leading up to this said, if he asked it was to be nice. He could force her to do it instead and she'd lose control of the situation?! What did she do? She didn't have long to decide because soon that phallus was being rubbed across her exposed tongue. From this particular moment of contact it wasn't something that she hated, but she was also still scared and unsure of what to do. Obviously, it would be best if she gagged some, but maybe she could manage to do it and not have it hurt her? Well, she supposed she could try... that would keep anything worse from happening to her. Maybe... So that would be the approach she took if his manhood found itself further back than her back teeth it would be treated to something like erratic convulsions that would try to force it out. It worked a bit like coughing and would leave her looking distressed but... it wouldn't hurt if he didn't force it too far past that tickling point.

All the same Ishtar watched this teasing and fear tactics and found it worthy of elation as well. She'd never seen Kur so scared. The girl was one of the few who'd never known fear in this world, and as such, the antics of Ishtar had never really phased her. Well... that was wrong, Ishtar had managed to take things from her, but she'd never actually managed to make her look and feel as low as, Ishtar's glory would have demanded. And she had that now! "Of course she'll gag on it, she doesn't have a choice!" Ishtar touted in response. "How does it feel to know you're not even comparable to me?" she asked indignantly. Of course, she would take pride in the idea that she could swallow something as large as an arm. Was she really so foolish as to believe that any other Creator couldn't do the same? Did she truly think that made her special?

[Bloodedge]

Down the hatch. Though Sukuna wasn't rushing things at all, he continued pushing his way into Kur's mouth until a discovery was made. Yes, she could and would gag. Sukuna remembered a bit about the Creators of old, and knew this was not necessarily a mandatory response from the death goddess. "That's what I wanted to see~" he chimed. Had she denied her urge to accept out of fear? That was very possible. If nothing else, he knew the other one was simply accepting of anything someone wanted to shove down her throat, so it seemed. Sukuna could assume nothing else after hearing Ishtar harp about Kur having no choice. Did she truly know so little about her own kind? Pitiful.

While one was proud to receive an arm down the throat, the other acquiesced to a simple request of gagging. Troubled though she seemed from that much, Sukuna wasn't nearly done yet. He had so much more to offer, and he'd yet to visit her throat. Naturally, he wasn't satisfied with the shallows. Sukuna was to begin thrusting into Kur's open mouth, repeatedly as it were. He would most certainly be bypassing that 'tickling point' as it were, diving deeper and deeper into the goddess' throat each time his hips moved forward. All the while, he'd have a hand planted atop her head to keep it steady; there would be no point if Kur's reflexes moved her head away. Eventually, he would see the whole of his shaft disappearing at every movement before being dragged out and sent back in again.

[Apollymi]

Fear was indeed a powerful motivator for one like Kur. If not that directly then having some modicum of control in this situation was helping to balance her fear and panic. Of course, Sukuna wasn't at all satisfied by just the use of her mouth and moved on to her throat over time. Each movement took him farther down that elongated windpipe and she continued to oblige him by gagging, even after he bypassed the point that tickled. She didn't know how this made her feel, but it definitely wasn't the absolute worse thing that happened. Still... why was it happening to her? She'd done nothing to this man, he could have just chosen his toy and left with her, instead of deciding to torment the Death Goddess in such a ridiculous way. And now there was a hand on top of her head, and apparently he approved of her choice in gagging instead of simply accepting so... that was good right? She didn't have to worry about unnecessary violence coming her way.

Ah, but what she did have to worry about, was Ishtar and her constant heckling. "Oh how far you've fallen already! You are finally where you belong powerless and getting used by a man you can't have!" exclaimed Ishtar. That insult was a bit too pointed, wasn't it? Every few moments as she saw the discomfort of Kur, Ishtar seemed more and more pleased. Right now watching Kur gag, as a massive phallus was shoved down her throat with no chance of escape made the goddess giddy. Even with a hole in her chest and hand she could do nothing but enjoy the sight of the Death Goddess on her knees being lowered down to the level Ishtar had always seen her at. Finally there was justice in this world. Finally people weren't just praising her 'kindness' and 'creativity'. Who cared what she made? Who cared that she 'did her duty'? All she did was keep true power from Ishtar and try to steal a perfectly good piece of man from her. She deserved this kind of treatment!

[Bloodedge]

Two individuals in this group of three took joy in Kur's torment. Ishtar was beyond elated because the thought herself to be victorious, though she'd contributed nothing to any victory. Sukuna, on the other hand, simply relished in suffering of any sort, and became especially jolly at the sight of Kur's inner turmoil. Their reasons were very different, and for just a moment, Sukuna heard Ishtar's words and glanced in her direction. "Grane eh cavvin rarestek," he muttered. Sukuna had once again spoken in the Void's native language, but nothing came of it. No curse was applied, neither to Ishtar nor Kur. Why? Apparently, he was talking to himself. . .

Alas, no salvation would come for the Goddess of Death. Sukuna continued plunging into and beyond the deepest reaches of her throat, again and again, basking in every guttural noise that came as a result. After looking in Ishtar's direction for that fleeting moment, his focus had returned to Kur in full. The tears streaming down her face painted such a wonderful picture. The only way he could make it better was with a reckless plunging, so unrefined that the fluids of Kur's mouth and throat were repeatedly spilling onto her face each time he retracted. "Kehehe─ look at you! That's a nice look! Ah, I think I can make it better!" Sukuna was not a demon who spoke without purpose. When these words were shared, there was a particular pulsing in his groin. In a short matter of moments, he thrusted deep once more, holding his pelvis to the goddess' face while spraying the thick, sticky product of his loins into her throat. She'd been gagging rather consistently, so for extra flavor, Sukuna released his hold of her head in this moment. After all, things would only become more fun when she received a far more massive surge of his mana through this transaction─ especially if she could move. Earlier, she became intoxicated in a way. Now, Sukuna was making a conscious effort to send her into delirium during her state of fright.

[Apollymi]

At some point during the pillaging of Kur's mouth and throat, words of that strange language were spoken but didn't seem to be directed at anyone in particular. At the very least, Kur was certain she felt no extra compulsion even as he rammed himself in and out of her mouth and throat. She was choking and gagging repeated, and his roughness had spittle and tears mixing along her face. This sort of look was probably considered shameful, but she was only doing it as a matter of her own self-preservation. He'd let her go after he was done and she could go back to her quiet life in the Underworld for a while...

Ishtar on the other hand saw the look being given to her by Sukuna and figured he would have preferred using her for such a service. It was obviously a downgrade to have to use a virgin like Kur for the sexual tension he'd obviously built up for her. But that was fine, he could appreciate her glorious self while he abused the runt. That was fine with her. She continued beaming from where she was on the ground completely unaware of anything other than her own superiority and Kur's suffering. Of course, that last bit was coming to a raging halt, as soon enough a string of compliments were issued at Kur, obviously those kinds of words were just more false sentiments so he could surprise her with what came next. Soon, Kur had a pulsing member in her mouth and down her throat which exploded into spilled fluids. She coughed and choked and gagged as mana from this Demon mixed with her own in another massive transfusion. She was coughing and still not really getting over it, and Ishtar was laughing near hysterically! "What was that you said about remembering to breathe?! Look who's choking now bitch!" she plucked again. Look at her, she probably found the taste repulsive, she was too much of a 'sweetheart' to know that kind of glory.

It wasn't lack of air which enforced that coughing as Sukuna was removed from her mouth, it was instead the extra mana. Her body was suddenly buzzing again at a much higher frequency than it had been before. She was still frightened, but so full of power rather suddenly that she began to feel delirious. She nearly fell over to the right side but caught herself, only to recoil from the ground. Her hand making contact with it felt way too strange. "I... what... I..." she couldn't get out the sentence immediately but her body rather suddenly felt like it was on fire, but she also felt like her body and soul were separate. When she looked at her own hands, she could see almost three copies of it and each one seemed to have its own sensation. That forced feeding was one thing, but she still wasn't ready to be touched. She tried to back away, scramble to her feet and even try and wipe off her own face, but each time she touched herself or anything else she felt even more strange. "Too much... what... why, I feel...everything..." she was trying and it wasn't really coming out. Her body was also rather hot. She didn't want anything to touch her, she barely wanted her feet on the ground. Even the gentlest breeze felt like it was doing strange things to her skin. Why the mana? Her mind was sure he'd said something about that... what was it? Something about fellatio every morning for breakfast, but that was a mana transfer, she was sure she'd gotten mana from it, so was it not just because he was torturing her? Surely he didn't think everyone was as incompetent as Ishtar and incapable of utilizing mana being forced into their bodies. At a moment like this even though she was barely functioning she was sure she was metabolizing properly.