Demon Shrine <Simitva>

[Bloodedge]

It was no surprise that today wasn't the first time Ishtar ran from her fate by utilizing another as her scapegoat. She seemed just the type to never get anything done on her own, whether she had the ability or otherwise. No matter; Sukuna hardly found her to be more than a passing annoyance regardless. There were other things to be concerned about, so Sukuna shrugged off the topic in favor of watching Ereshkigal experience both pleasure and pain, physical and mental respectively, while being removed from one Sukuna's lap. Something great would come of this struggle, including the apparent honesty of Ereshkigal.

Something Ereshkigal decided to do upon hearing his declaration. She repeated the very same phrase used when accepting his seal, solidifying the balance of their positions over each other. That balance did exist, but there was the caveat of Sukuna's own beliefs. No matter what, Ereshkigal would find herself dealing with this form of Sukuna─ even if she managed to get a firmer grip on herself. Maybe his suggestion of choice was an illusion. Actually... it certainly was. Sukuna met Ereshkigal's understanding of this with four chuckles─ one from each conscious body. Then... something interesting happened at last. Any decision by the goddess would always lead to one thing, especially with that seal in effect long-term. Even so, there was always the more pleasant choice she could make. This admission would not come with the same outburst as the last. She seemed to be squirming a bit, touching that seal while pleading to be filled by his essence. In making that request, there was even an additional opening of the goddess' mouth. Oh? Did she expect him to do something with that? Well... "Keh! Quef defrinz aera," said the Sukuna whose rod rested atop the woman's head. It would be he who first reacted physically, letting his half-limp cock hang over her face until it reached her lips. If she 'needed' it so badly, surely she'd take an offering herself while the others shifted about.

What of the two distant Sukunas though? They didn't currently seem very keen on changing their placement, but the eight-limbed body was inching closer with them in tow. They'd arrive in due time. More importantly however, was the second Sukuna in close proximity to Ereshkigal, who also took to standing shortly after the first presented his offering. How Ereshkigal dealt with two of him, one firm and one seeming purposely malleable, was something of a curiosity.

[Apollymi]

Ishtar's ability to slip out of impossible situations should probably be heralded as legendary. It probably would be if not for the fact that her own mouth always got her into such situations and her idiocy made her stay there. Without others to bail her out, her body and all of her powers would still be strung up in the Underworld. She'd have to remember to make sure Enki suffered for that idiocy in death as well.

Moving on, there was something else. Here and now, the gluttonous nature of Ereshkigal needed sating. She had a desire to be filled that bordered upon necessity. She'd deal with her understanding of their shared curse some other time. She was sure the fairness of their relationship would appear at some point in the future. And she technically had no problems with their current arrangement regardless. Her plea had been made, and it was still the same speed she was herself. Polite and a tiny bit desperate, words left her mouth that most would find disgusting but Sukuna only had pleasantries to offer her. Perhaps this is what it meant to be obscene. Whatever the case, she was given a bit of praise and his manhood half-limp was left near her lips. The combination of things that had happened so far said she could act as she wanted until he made a decision. Here and now, her tongue extended to caress his shaft while her left hand took hold of it. Obviously it was her intention to grant him firmness once more. The other who was nearby received her other unoccupied hand while the rest would take their places. Ereshkigal's face was reddened once more because of those affirmative words. It was still quite strange to hear positive approval for something she'd done or said she knew to be strange. She'd have plenty of time to think that over later, for now, she'd aim to fill her emptiness.

But lurking in the corner of her vision, there was that four legged, super version of Sukuna. She had no idea what he planned to do with that version of himself but it was still just a little bit worrying. She'd have to remain focused on something else.

[Bloodedge]

Ever the glutton despite her own distaste for the term, Ereshkigal went above and beyond her presented natural behavior. Her tongue and hand were both upon that dangling thing within a matter of moments, and even her other hand found its way to another Sukuna's groin. Twice, she'd be servicing two copies of the demon without first being penetrated. This was progress as seen by the two (or three) approaching Sukunas. "You'll get a lot done showing initiative like that. You'll get a lot done to you, too," one declared as the massive body carrying two Sukunas reached the bed's edge.

Ereshkigal remained wary of Sukuna's original body, having no clue what he intended to do with it. In truth, he hadn't a clue either; it was a pleasant surprise that its seal was even broken during their debauchery. That body would be made useful soon, but only after it served the purpose of escorting two Sukunas to the bed. It would have been a shame to see Ereshkigal putting forth effort without being rewarded accordingly, so he focused on the seal applied to her body. A minor curse would be put into effect, only for the sake of turning her mouth into a sexual orifice in receiving direct pleasure via stimulation. He'd used something similar before on her entire body, but... with a bit of focus, he could make the effect even stronger. What then, was the exact effect? Simply put, any part of Ereshkigal making contact with Sukuna's groin would trigger unrivaled pleasure.

"Careful now. Don't lose yourself from your mouth alone," he teased. Ah, but that was precisely what Sukuna intended to make happen as two more of him stepped onto the bed. She was occupied by mouth and by hands with two of him, so she naturally had room for two more. Alas, the third and fourth Sukunas made no marked efforts to occupy the rest of Ereshkigal's body just yet. From the looks of things, they both seemed to be waiting, that they might see how Ereshkigal would develop when left to her own devices. That had proven interesting thus far. . .

[Apollymi]

Ereshkigal did not like the term glutton, but she also couldn't deny being one. At the base of her knowledge was the understanding of the 'sin' she possessed. In this case, the aspect of destruction that danced in her soul along side the things which made her a Creator, was gluttony. Insatiable was how she found herself most of the time, yearning for a satisfaction she could not begin to understand how to claim. Her small desires were met in other ways, keeping at bay truly destructive tendancies, but here and now she was discovering a new sort of hunger. And in discovering it she was also praised for her initiative? Sukuna had choice words for how she chose to occupy herself until he made clear his intentions. While she aimed to ease her vast emptiness, he claimed she'd get a lot done, and a lot done to her. Was something as simple as what she was doing now truly worthy of praise? She was uncertain, what she was certain of, was the reddening of her cheeks in a moment like this. She might have liked such praises if she didn't think too hard about the context. Her hands and mouth were moving working on the two Sukuna before her, as the other three approached the bedside.

But there was much more than simply the joining of extras to this group. An activation of the magic associated with her binding, seemed to spread a specific effect. Another pleasurable set of sensations this time seemed to be associated with her mouth. At activation, she moaned as his cock moved around her tongue. Such a swirling would only become more prominent as it felt quite nice. It seemed to making her loins throb with unknown amounts of pleasure just to have him in her mouth as such. Was this his intention? Probably... his next words implied that he knew what was happening by his own design. Even so, it didn't stop her. Now that she was feeling something so nice she had to continue, right? Those little moans kept up and she began sliding him into the depths of her mouth, trailing her tongue along his length. She'd take him to the deeper reaches of her throat only to swallow and have it become a sensation that sent jolts of pleasure through her entire body. Well, she definitely wouldn't be stopping. Even the movements of her hands seemed to be taking on a life of their own as she aimed to sate that vast emptiness of her being. Every action she took pushed her body closer and closer towards the proverbial cliffs edge, and without anything to interrupt her she'd reach it, while swallowing down Sukuna's length forcing her throat to tighten around it while her tongue traced those tattoos at his base.

[Bloodedge]

Gluttony was nothing to be ashamed of, as Sukuna understood it. Their type of individual was one of absolute indulgence beyond what others perceived as even possible. Ereshkigal was proving that his influence reached her long before he even knew of her existence. No one in the material world should have been capable of what she'd managed. So much mana directly from a denizen of the Void should have either corrupted or destroyed any of them, but indeed, that other goddess had been right. Now, there may have been some amount of corruption in the pink-haired goddess, but... it certainly wasn't any sort he'd have expected. Overall, Sukuna didn't realize his trip to the material world would be so lucrative.

The technical curse currently applied to Ereshkigal was something he thought to apply on a more permanent basis. In seeing and feeling her immediate reaction to it, this thought gained more solidity. Her tongue was dancing around his girth with fervor, leaving one Sukuna breathing deeply. "Keep it up, and I'll make sure that never stops. You want that?" he wondered. As per usual, her answer would hardly make a difference; Sukuna was becoming more likely to do as he thought anyway. The way she was sucking one Sukuna into her throat from a position over her head, she surely knew a hunger like no other. Even that whore of a goddess from earlier had little chance of competing with this, he thought. Even the Sukuna with only a hand making contact with him was reeling with thoughts of an inevitable future. All the while, the two others each took to a side of Ereshkigal, baring themselves just as their predecessors had. "Looks like you could use more hands. Where do you think you're gonna fit these two while you're down there like that?"

[Apollymi]

Ereshkigal was quite busy in the moment, but she was starting to believe maybe she'd been a bit hard on herself. As she sucked, licked and teased a cock from above her head in the depths of her mouth and teased another with just her hand. She felt strangely pleasured by the sensation. It was also more than a bit helpful that she was receiving so much positive feedback for her actions. She was still quite impressionable and responded well to accomplishing things. Here and now her desire to indulge, being coupled with pleasure and access to more of this demon known as Sukuna than any one person should undertake was a bit astounding. Ishtar? What did she matter? She was never going to get to understand the happiness and pleasure that Ereshkigal currently felt as she discovered how to be herself in the situation she was currently navigating. Sukuna asked her if she never wanted this to stop, while also telling her to keep up her work. So she would...

A certain amount of curiosity was developing in the lass and the hand that moved around his length eventually would be found inspecting his testicles as well. She found herself softly rolling them about in the palm of her hand. They reminded her of eyes, so she understood the amount of pressure they couldn't take. She'd play that way while two more approached her. She didn't have enough hands on her own to take care of this... even so she couldn't leave anyone out. So, they'd have to rearrange a bit to make sure everyone found somewhere or something to get involved in. Given this she began to pull away from the length down her throat though it felt far too nice to want to let go of, so she used the act of backing off, and ejecting the man from her mouth for a moment to move her body about. Being flexible had its advantages and she'd rather quickly spin herself around. She'd eventually manage to turn herself enough to end up approaching the one who had been above her from a more reasonable angle. At the same time, she presented her other hand for usage as well as both her holes as she was now on her knees. All the while, her hands could be used her whole back was exposed as well as the space between her legs. She told him he could take her as he wanted and she'd meant it. A gentle sway of her hips and an open movement of her hand would hint at this, but only moans and the like were escaping her mouth at present, as she'd almost immediately returned to lodging the first one's dick into her throat again. She was a bit too occupied to speak on this situation currently.

[Bloodedge]

There was no verbal sign to say Ereshkigal wanted this curse to remain, nor was there anything to say she was against it. Well, surely she would have had much to say if she were against something; she tended to do that very quickly. Either way, Sukuna was quite sure by now. "Sounds like a yes," he said as if responding to the noises of her mouth alone. Sucking noises counted as affirmatives, did they not? They did now. "Maybe I'll make it stronger? How does that sound?" he wondered further.

Little time passed before Ereshkigal made a decision based on the number of Sukunas present. One Sukuna was temporarily removed from her mouth during a shift, which soon landed him in her throat again, albeit in a more conventional manner. These movements allowed Ereshkigal to offer her backside and another hand, the latter of which was quick to have a cock against its palm. Two hands and a mouth were officially occupied with that, but what of the fourth Sukuna? Well, that one would move into the blind area of Ereshkigal's backside. Two holes were available; which would he choose? Ereshkigal would soon feel a hand tugging on her hair from the rear right, one on the left side of her ass, and one on the right. Her cheeks would be spread while another hand grasped her hair from the other side. As Sukuna had four arms, perhaps this was normal... but was it truly? Answers would come soon enough. The Creator's breeding hole was to be prodded, then entered from slightly to the right. Just then, though... her ass received the same treatment from slightly to the left. Those four grips were, in fact, two arms of two different Sukunas. There was a fifth in the mix somehow? No... that couldn't be exactly right, because there was more still. At the point of double insertion, Ereshkigal was grabbed by each ankle─ surely an impossible feat for any Sukuna she presently felt. Lo and behold, there was yet another meat rod slapping against the sole of her left foot. How many Sukunas were there in total? Time would soon tell. . .

[Apollymi]

A verbal reply wasn't actually necessary, or at least that is what Ereshkigal thought. Normally her speaking directly to Sukuna had the effect of not going the way she wanted for an extended period of time. And in the case of the curses he applied to her person, none had been anything she wouldn't have allowed anyway. To make the effectiveness of this turn stronger, was a strange thing to consider but it would only mean she'd enjoy it more right? So there had to be nothing more to it, she looked up at the man as his meat found its resting place in her throat as she swallowed around it once more.

Lo, the additional Sukunas were presented with their necessary openings and as a result Ereshkigal found herself with a cock in each hand and the one down her throat. She was a little less than surprised to feel prodding at her canal, but the additional prodding of her rear as well as the pulling of her hair seemed to be about par for the course. There were five Sukuna and there were now five occupying their places around her. She moaned happily as she stroked with her hands in opposing motions and happily took the man to the depths of her throat and throttled him with her tongue. That cross type formation into her holes was even something she'd be found rocking against as she felt unbridled pleasure at all actions taking place. But even for her, pleasure could become panic, and at this point, it occurred when extra hands grabbed her ankles and she felt the warmth of another cock against one of her feet. Her eyes widened as she was on a downstroke atop the first Sukuna's cock. "I'm a bit worried about how many of you there are around me right now...." she mentioned as she found herself building up to a pretty meaningful climax. Actually, she'd not really wanted to stop to say anything, and even the dick against her foot seemed to be contributing to her own pleasure. Perhaps she shouldn't worry about it. Yeah... that was probably the best way to think about it. Instead she'd find herself relaxing enough to focus on the building fall from the greatest of heights. Her nether, rectum and throat tightening around various Sukuna as she moved towards climax.

[Bloodedge]

Sukuna's most recent inquiry received a more concrete answer. It remained nothing verbal, but the act of that additional swallow was something he'd take as an affirmative... whether Ereshkigal meant as much or not. He'd grant her a very interesting gift while enabling her growing addiction, just a bit. That curse shifted to create an effect linked directly to Sukuna─ something made possible by the strange way Ereshkigal accepted his Binding Vow. Each instance of contact with any parts of his manhood were already triggers for bliss, and now one step further made it so that same contact forced passive mana leeching. Simply touching Sukuna's dick and/or balls, for Ereshkigal, would henceforth be tantamount to taking the smallest sample of a drug. This change was possibly the best idea Sukuna had since waking.

Ereshkigal's every movement, her every development could almost be viewed as acts of starvation. Her efforts seemed almost desperate at times. In fact, it was surprising to even see her stop moving her hands, mouth or hips even when realizing that feeling on her foot had to be an additional Sukuna. When her mouth pulled away from one Sukuna however, it was only for long enough to speak about the sudden addition of two more. She claimed to be... worried? That didn't seem to be the case at all, as she was gobbling one of him again within seconds. "You mean you're excited? I know worry, and it doesn't look like that," one Sukuna proclaimed. All six were beginning to move of their own accord, each following the lead of the two at Ereshkigal's immediate rear. The two in her hands were bucking their hips in opposing cycles to her hands' movements, while the one in her mouth moved in unison with the two battering away at her backside. Meanwhile, the final Sukuna was continuing to rub himself against her foot while pulling in the other ankle as if to make a suggestion.

Ah, unison was an unnecessary thing, wasn't it? Sukuna seemed to think so. The one being stroked by her left hand acted independently of the others at a certain point, throbbing with more intent than the others. He'd be the first to spray his seed onto the goddess's body if her movements were kept up as they were. The other five, however, didn't seem to be following the same agenda.

[Apollymi]

Ereshkigal had an interesting situation developing in her life. In the moments since she'd renamed herself and taken on the activities of mana-transfers and sexual activity, she'd become somewhat starved. For her, in these moments, it was as if starting the consumption was enough to make it something that was absolutely necessary. She'd not experienced this as Kur, she'd not known what it was like to feel so empty, so even the taste, just the littlest sample made her ravenous. She'd been so empty for so long, she should act to make sure she'd never feel that empty again, right? The activation of that leeching seemed to be something she could accept so she'd continue, that little taste of spice seeming to leak into her from every point of contact.

Ah, but that wasn't all, she'd stopped briefly to comment on her worries, and in reply Sukuna claimed she was excited, not worried... they weren't the same thing by a long shot, but perhaps she hadn't explained properly. She no longer maintained the same amount of worry she did, for becoming a trashy existence, she maintained a different sort of worry now... what if nothing was ever enough? Ah, well... perhaps she'd voice that little worry properly later. Right now it was probably more imperative to find out of this was enough. Each version of Sukuna was moving at their own opposing paces and she found the throbbing of the one in her left hand to be increasing rather rapidly. At the same time, her ankle was being pulled a bit, did the one rubbing himself against her foot need more? She'd bring her ankle together tightening the position of her body for the two pummeling her holes while also allowing the foot Sukuna more use of her feet. She liked it after all. She was surely almost there, and then one was suddenly spraying her body in his essence. Ah, that was nice wasn't it? The one buried within her throat would soon be ejected, given her left hand as she turned her head to swallow anything remaining. She wished to be full, they were here and offering... she was famished! She'd never wanted anything more! This was a great feeling, she couldn't stop her body from reaching climax around the remaining ones. Fluids leaked extra from her loins and her body seemed to convulse as she took in one of the most blindly euphoric feelings she would ever know. Would she ever be as happy as she was at the peak of bliss tasting the flavor of her new favorite thing?! No. Not really! When would the next ones reach? Would she be able to hold it all? Would everything become too much? Her mind was racing with possibilities so she'd continue. That was fine right? He didn't have a problem with it, right?