Ishtar was taking energy from Enki and enjoying a ride of her own thrill levels. Of course she'd take no issue with causing herself a bit of mild discomfort. She had no worries of what would happen to her as she undertook such an action, she knew she could handle all of this. And as fluids spilled in and added to the sensitivity, she rocked and jostled herself to glorious peaks of pleasure. All she wanted was more power so she'd take it as it was offered. If Enki only intended to give her half, she'd show him what half truly meant. She cemented herself into this land of his. He wanted to use such methods on her, he would find out himself who was in charge here. And then and only then would she take what she really wanted. How very sweet that day would be, when it was Gilgamesh pinned beneath her flesh being ridden like a workhorse while he gave everything he had to offer to her. He only needed to be kept from that boy-queen he had that unending fascination with until she perished and then... all would be well in the world of Ishtar. Eventually, she would see enough power and spillage to find herself practically brimming with power. She'd finish with a casual slam down on Enki's manhood before rolling off to relax in bed. He could not say he had not enjoyed it, she knew for a fact he'd offered much... "Oh? It's good to be back~" she said while stretching casually nude and now fit to just eat food and enjoy herself.
At the same time, Vivian was experiencing bliss the likes of which she never truly got used to, all while being someone's dinner. Well, she was strong enough to provide sustenance, strong-willed enough to control her own desires for the sake of doing the right thing. And what was more, she enjoyed this little exchange to the depth of her soul knowing that no real harm could come to her from it. She'd let the Incubus gorge himself on her desire. Hands found themselves placed on her backside gripping at her, holding her firm while their hips met and they danced in the water. And here she felt the utmost pleasure beneath the surface of the water as she enjoyed this most graceful agony, she wept. Oh well, she was underwater, no one had to know of her tears in such a moment like this. The nostalgia of such a dance could get to her. She could experience a number well over the seven promised before they emerged on the other side. The world itself would seem to tilt as their heads broke the waves and came up in a still lake. Her own magic would allow Merlin to stand and she could be carried easily while he plunged in and out of her nether before a rather graceful looking tower of magical stones which seemed to stretch upwards into the sky. Her 'pet' project.