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  1. #61
    And so, there was a very literal pool of liquid mana in that crater made by six Sukunas' efforts. The final remaining Sukuna watched as Ereshkigal floated, basking in the energy and even licking it from her own hand. Bit by bit, that pool was shrinking. He'd been wondering whether she'd try to drink it all or come up with another solution. Lo and behold, it was all being absorbed directly into the goddess' body. Some minutes passed before it was mostly gone, at which point Sukuna descended into the crater.

    Ah, she was talking again, making no more or less sense than she did previously. Tight, light, heavy... full? That final word was presented as a question. How strange. Sukuna thought to question this during his approach, but there was little point in it. Instead, why would he not do something about that fullness instead? What was full, could be made empty. What was empty, could be filled again. Sukuna had emptied himself into Ereshkigal, even having his original body do the same. Now, he was the empty one. How would he fix that? Well, there was something well-known about the female Creators of old. From Creators came children. Children required transfers of mana to grow and flourish, and it was the singular one-way outward mana transfer available to female Creators. So... Sukuna would recover that blend of mana as a newborn babe would. When he reached Ereshkigal, one hand took hold of her breast, squeezing and kneading it with purpose. "Full? We'll fix that. Time for you to be consumed," he commented while staring down into the goddess' nipple. His word choice may have been a little queer, but Sukuna had his mind set on drawing liquid mana from the death goddess' body. Now, his form of gluttony would show itself as his mouth latched onto Ereshkigal's nipple to begin sucking away at her very essence. It was to be no simple or kind effort. Instead, he inhaled as if he were dehydrated, having no obvious intention of stopping any time soon.

  2. #62
    Ereshkigal spent a few moments, considering her life in this moment. She was throbbing and heavy and sated and it was all such an unfamiliar feeling she wasn't sure what to make of it. She liked it, quite a bit. Such a feeling gave her a strange bit of affection toward Sukuna. Regardless of the fact that they'd tortured Ishtar together and that he'd chosen her, he gave her the one thing she couldn't have voiced wanting. Fullness, immeasurable quantities of mana to make her body pulse and fill in the way it was always meant to. And he was a single man who could offer it to her as she wished... that was a rather pleasant thought. Even if she wasn't currently capable of sharing it.

    No, because now Sukuna was approaching again. He seemed to hear those words she managed to string together and understand them just a bit. She was full for the first time in her entire life, and now it was time for her to be consumed. Ah, well if now was the time she'd know Death not as an incarnation but as one who suffered it. She supposed that was fine. But what was this? Her mind hadn't quite caught up yet, and tears had begun streaming down her face for reasons unknown, but now... Sukuna was kneading her breast, making her moan gently at the attention of her rather sensitive skin. Ah, and then his mouth met her nipple drawing at the energy mixing in her body. How strange. She'd never fed someone in this manner, but it was a rather pleasant sensation. More moans fell from her lips as tears fell from her eyes. It didn't hurt it felt good and then it happened. That mana he drew so roughly from her body swirled on its way out. He'd get to taste of death in one of the most direct ways one could and she would reach a certain enlightening point as the roughness of his choice combined with the maximum sensitivity of her body. "Sukuna~" she moaned her body all but squirming in his grasp. She had more to say but she'd all but lost it. Her body offering itself to him and all the mana he drew from her as well. Her hands were soon buried in his hair molesting his scalp as enjoyed giving an offering in the strangest way.

  3. #63
    Delicious, powerful mana was flowing into Sukuna's mouth and directly down his throat. With every passing moment, there was a deep gulp of something quite sweet, surely likened to something the mortals enjoyed in the material world. Sukuna would gorge himself on the fluids of Ereshkigal's bosom, and all the while... apparently the goddess herself would take pleasure from the exchange. There was a light tugging sensation in his hair until the feeling settled as a pair of hands moving along his scalp. The moaning was about as one would expect, but what was with the speaking of his name? Was that also to be taken in a positive light? Perhaps. . .

    Whatever the case, Sukuna continued to absorb mana directly from the teat of a goddess. In this case, he needed to go about this long process in a very specific way. He would not have naturally been capable of rejoining with his original body. The only way he could combine was to make the mana signature of his original self match more closely his current mana, which was tainted by that of his host and... that pretender, Malleus. By pumping Ereshkigal with both his current mana signature and the original, Sukuna created a medium of sorts. Now that he was absorbing all that mixed mana back into himself, Sukuna's original body was reacting by both lowering itself and shrinking in size. In the midst of Sukuna's mana consumption, the original body's focus was on Ereshkigal. One of its dicks remained at the ready. During the body's shrinkage, it seemed to be encroaching upon the goddess' face as if it intended to fill her mouth yet again once it was able to fit.

  4. #64
    Sukuna was draining mana directly from Ereshkigal's body. And in turn she was moaning and appreciating the sensation. Actually, if she had to die in such a way as this, it was far from the worst death she could be offered. And who knew, maybe she'd like dying? Whatever the case, Sukuna didn't stop taking power from her and she didn't stop giving it. It felt far too good to drain the pressure of her body in this way for her to deny it happening. Of course, there was also something else happening here. even as she had hands winding in Sukuna's hair, she'd seen the shrinking of the first form of his body. It seemed to be getting smaller and smaller by the moment and then when it was small enough it approached her as well.

    What a strange day this had been for Ereshkigal. She'd been born, she'd created, she'd exchanged mana, and now she was meeting what had to be an age old body from a time long before her own creation. It seemed content to come to her and much like all other aspects of Sukuna she seemed willing enough to accept it. Besides, she was losing quite a bit of energy so she might as well take more when it was offered right? Her mouth opened as a ready member aimed for her. She'd use it in the same way she had been this entire time, her body squirming more as the added sensation was enough to push her closer towards the metaphorical edge. She was moaning with energy leaving her body and her own loins slickening a bit more. She was likely to end up creating something new by the time this was over, if she continued to be so overtly stimulated.

  5. #65
    Speaking of stimulation, there was hardly any required for Sukuna's original body to meet its goal. Ereshkigal's open mouth found what could be considered its seventh cock of the day, once again belonging to Sukuna. In a simple matter of seconds, that original body began to vanish in a very different way than the other five. There was no expulsion of mana until the body could no longer sustain itself. No, instead the body itself was gradually converted into mana that flowed directly into Ereshkigal's mouth the solid rod in said mouth being the last part to convert. In that moment, segments of armor would fall around Ereshkigal and the final Sukuna while the latter gulped and gulped.

    What was the point of all this? Just as Sukuna had to use Ereshkigal as a medium, his original body required the same. Sukuna and his old body could not simply merge; Ereshkigal's own mana was something it sought to combine with as well. As such, the body passed through Ereshkigal to meld fully with her mana, effectively offering Sukuna the bulk of itself via osmosis. Strangely, the end-result would be a strange merger of the two remaining individuals on a spiritual level. Sukuna inhaled no less mana than he delivered prior to this moment, and in fact wound up with even more than he'd gotten rid of. Perhaps the extra belonged to Ereshkigal, or perhaps it was in his original body. Realistically, it was likely a fair bit of both. When he finally pulled away, the demon wore a grin of deep satisfaction, a small dribble of apparent milk trickling down his chin. "Kehehahaha! I knew it! This is the best meal! I never thought I'd get the chance!" he shouted into the Void, seeming to be in utter disbelief over this turn of events.

  6. #66
    More was poured into Ereshkigal but it seemed to be a rather temporary exchange. The previous form of Sukuna seemed to be using her as an intermediary to rejoin his new self. This was fine. She actually quite enjoyed the stranger sensation of power both entering and leaving her body in a singular moment. It was quite the good feeling and now even that original form was disappearing piece by piece while leaving the best for last. Swallowing, swallowing, swallowing... Ereshkigal found herself sating her desire for sensations and food in this moment while herself being consumed. But somewhow this did not feel like it should be considered a negative thing.

    And in the greatest moment she'd had so far, as the original disappeared down to his cock, Ereshkigal moaned and experienced the greatest of moments. Blinding clarity that seemed to be punctuated by falling pieces of armor and other such things. Ah. She was ready to fix things now. This crater could remain like something of a pool or an exceedingly deep bath. It was cleaned up, tiled in black marble edged in bones with skulls and small candles around the edges. Ah the bed was remade, they'd both liked it so she made no changes to it. So was this building's roof and other things. Dimly lit and smooth black marble floors... everything would be restored because why not. Even those old pieces of armor were rearranged in an altar all their own surrounded by soft candle light. But it would stretch much farther than that. With the Void to facilitate and mystery beyond that, she felt a certain connection and felt the need to create with these new sensations. Blood red rivers stretched around what looked like mangroves but fed on flesh. Red spider lilies and pomegranate fruit trees bloomed with the expulsion of her mana. And even strange creatures came to light with the influence of all the different sorts of mana of her own and Sukuna's she'd had contact with today. Yes, all under the light of a giant pink moon, and she felt it to be good.

    But there was also something great. Sukuna's laughter as he finally stopped drinking directly from her person. Dripping from his mouth that liquid mana he'd taken spilled forth just a bit. It was the best, he didn't know he'd get the chance... She didn't either that was something they had in common. "Hm, you're happy... that's good," she mused softly. Actually, she was still pretty out of it, but at least her brain and body seemed to be functioning at about the same speed now. Though she was still a bit tingly all over her body. She was staring at her still glowing hands. They'd been buried in his hair but as he'd pulled away they seemed to be falling towards her own body tracing skin along the way. What a strange day this had been...

  7. #67
    Sukuna stretched, and his mana behaved in a very different way. Instead of pulsing, it radiated outward as a single, oscillating wave while Ereshkigal reestablished the shrine. He could feel everything around them through his very skin. He could feel fluctuations in external mana. It seemed the senses he once had in his original body had been recovered and multiplied several times over. Never could a simple mana transfer have managed this much.

    There was something else as well. At least one of these senses was something odd, something very new to Sukuna. He looked to Ereshkigal, and he saw... what was that? There was a strange glow surrounding her, affecting the wave of his own mana where they met. If he tried, Sukuna could feel even that. "What is that?" he wondered aloud. Whatever it was, he wasn't sure if he liked it. Either way, Ereshkigal was commenting on his apparent happiness. She did so while oddly applying her hands to her own body. Ah, she must have been just coming to realize her new physique or something to that effect. "If that's what I am, what are you? You look like you jumped into someone else's body and ran away with it before knowing whose it was," he commented. Even then, all four of Sukuna's eyes wandered up and down the goddess' body. He was also one that could never be fully sated, yet felt oddly so today. These demons as a people should have wandered out to pick up Creators eons ago. If they had done, Sukuna imagined the last cycle or two would have been very interesting indeed.

  8. #68
    Now, Ereshkigal was just laying in the bottom of a tub, glowing brightly and inspecting herself. Strangely enough, she wasn't the only one taking in some form of newness about themselves. Of course, Sukuna seemed to be looking at her and seeing something he hadn't before. Given the amount of curiosity in his tone she could make a few assumptions about what he was asking. Ah, and share the information while her hands traced her own skin. "Um, could be a couple of things. I'd say it was Death Sense but I doubt that would function when looking at me..." she hypothesized but her words seemed somewhat spaced out just as she did staring up into the roof she'd so recently repaired. "I suppose you could have ended up with a variation of my empathy which would let you see and feel the emotions of others in their mana," she mentioned seeming to feel strangely about it. "If that's the case, my apologies," she murmured. She felt genuinely bad if he ended up with that one... after all, feeling the emotions of others wasn't always a pleasant thing.

    As for that body of hers. Ereshkigal laid in the bottom of that tub seeming to have realized exactly how new this body of hers was. She sat up finally stretching as well... there was a certain new type of contentment to be found in her person, but she couldn't quite place it. It was apparently noted that she felt this way and she came to answer the man in his happiness with an equivalent amount of wonder. "I kind of feel like that, it feels strange... I'm still not really over today. I'm not actually sure this is really something that has happened..." she said seeming to have dissociated a bit over the course of the day. But surely that wasn't actually surprising. In a single day, she'd been in a strange competition, marked by a demon, had some rather dubious sex with said demon, split her soul in two, actually gotten revenge on Ishtar, grown to her full body's potential and actually got to feel satisfied by something. It was a lot to take in.

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