Finis Chaldea

[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.

[Bloodedge]

Satisfaction was growing on the face of Sukuna once again. That felt quite good, and looked even better. Before Kur suffered the intoxicating effect of his mana, he even got a decent look at the spunk in and around her mouth from extrication. There was even a fair bit remaining on the demon's shaft; he'd put that back where it belonged soon enough. First, he'd watch Kur stumble about on the ground. She was trying so desperately to get away while dazed and confused, yet she couldn't even rise to her feet. Sukuna imagined her senses were in overdrive, just the opposite of what Sukuna himself had experienced when reincarnating.

Kur claimed to feel everything. That made some amount of sense. By his approximation, she had to be experiencing a form of overdrive this world had never seen. Too bad for her, Sukuna didn't think she'd gone through enough just yet. "That was a start. Next hole~" the demon spoke, slowly stepping after Kur as if he were some terrifying villain in a horror story. His mana spiked enough to become visual in a way, manifesting as a massive shadow shaped like the same psychotic grin seen on his face. "Or do you think you can run? You can try, but I don't think you'll never get away from me... especially since I haven't even broken that tight ass yet." With each step Sukuna took, it became more clear that he was nowhere near flaccid. In fact, his manhood pulsed more intensely than before as Kur continued to energize him with her behavior. "Si hepd desecrmyb ven munnpai VEN zoc arsh seva!"

[Apollymi]

Kur was trying and failing to stand up quite a few times. Her body wasn't really working but it was as if all of her senses including her sense of mana had been increased by 10 while all of her motor functions seemed to have trouble keeping up with her current movements. She was surprised she got those three words out, but she was understanding every word passing through the lips of others, though she wasn't yet capable of properly responding. She didn't want this breakfast of power, that had her body burning with sensation, she wanted to go back to the Underworld. She'd done nothing to deserve punishment, why take orders from someone like Ishtar when they were this powerful? Was her being shapely really worth lowering ones intelligence so much?

She wouldn't be given more time to think to try and organize herself. She couldn't stumble up to her feet because her body wasn't cooperating, but according to the demon this was only the start. He claimed to want the next hole and Kur needed a break. What was more, her visual disconnect had her seeing this man as even more menacing than it had been the first time. She wasn't ready to take more yet, she could feel far too much already her body couldn't put up with being touched by someone else. "I... wait. I can't... I need..." she wanted to ask for reprieve but by the time she finally put space between them and managed to get to her feet she was leaning to the left having trouble finding her balance. "Please... I... don't... I... can't..." she couldn't even get it out. The next sentence he spoke was one spoken in that strange language. But she had to run right? He wanted her to? Or she wanted to? Maybe if she could get away, she'd be left alone and he'd go back to the one he'd chosen. To that sentence she said... "I... won't!" yeah, she was trying though it didn't seem to be getting her anywhere she tried, to run, but her ankles seemed to be jelly, so when she turned she stumbled and she continued to do so with every step, she didn't even seem to be making much progress, but to herself she thought she was moving at hyper speed. Why would she beg him to continue to defile her? That didn't make sense, this was obviously a one-time occurrence, right?

All the while Ishtar watched joyously. Simply having her throat violated has broken the lass mentally. She couldn't even get a sentence out. And now she was begging to be left alone. How perfect. That same speech was used by Sukuna again, and she assumed he'd cursed the other lass, but that she was trying to resist. "You don't stand a chance of resisting. If simply him being in your mouth has already broken your mind!" she proclaimed. She was technically speaking quite highly of Sukuna but that was because he was doing what she wanted of him. "Look at you, unable to walk, barely able to speak and you dared to look down on... me!" she had to pause, she'd almost said her glorious self. "I bet you curse the days you trifled against me and earned this torture! Ohohohoho!~" all that speech and a laugh. She had no idea what was done with Kur, but she assumed her mind had broken simply due to the massive cock being forced upon her. It was obviously something she could never stand up to! And while it was obvious she'd been chosen, she wasn't sure if he'd count it before he actually got rid of that runt. Best to make sure they were alone before she started referring to her glory that he obviously agreed with but was too shy to state!

[Bloodedge]

Sukuna fully intended to allow Kur's attempt for escape. She couldn't get away; she wouldn't get away. She could try all she liked, but she'd be getting nowhere fast with zero equilibrium and hyper-tuned senses. Sukuna kept walking forward. His pace was casual, yet still he was gaining on the goddess. Kur tried begging for reprieve without being able to complete a single sentence. Sukuna continued approaching, until Kur said something that made him stop in his tracks. . .

'I won't,' she said. That could have only been a response to Sukuna's final statement, that he'd defile her until she begged for more. He spoke that sentence in the tongue of demons, and she understood it well enough to reject the idea. Marvelous! How could things get any better? Kur was starting to understand a language this world had never known; she understood his menace! "Ven hepd," he replied calmly. With that, Sukuna turned away from the running Kur. By simply clapping, he employed a curse made to switch two objects. The objects in this case were Kur... and himself. She'd been trying to run away. Now, she'd suddenly find herself running toward Sukuna. "Vensh sien hase daist! Myzwill! Rayih!"

[Apollymi]

Kur's attempted escape seemed to be going as well as she could hope. Though she wasn't capable of properly moving yet, she'd at least managed to put a bit of space between them, or so she thought. She could barely bother to look back but when she did, he'd stopped. Her eyes were trying to focus and it felt like there was a much greater distance between them. Had she managed it? No... he seemed to take some kind of issue with her last statement... and continued to torment her in the language of demons. Her brain was still processing underneath the surface. Though it was happening at great speed, she couldn't quite manage her replies, but her comprehension levels were still more than reasonable. That word.... ven, seemed to be a pronoun reference for a person. It had... different versions, but she'd heard it enough to place it as a reference, like the word... you. That last one... it was something else...like do, but... in the future? She would? "No. No. No!!" she could get out the one word replies at least. She understood his language enough to take what he said at face value.

All the while, Ishtar watched happily. Curses were obviously being thrown at Kur in rapid succession. Leave it to that uppity runt to try and fight against the will of a demon. It was annoying that she thought to stand against someone Ishtar had pegged as being able to beat her, enough that she was now trying to run from it. "You can't fight his curses! Fighting him is stupid. Submit to the divine punishment, I, Ishtar have decided for you! Ohohohoho~" there was more of that laughter. Still, it wasn't as if she thought Kur could best the demon in any way. Right now it just seemed like the whole thing was dragging on for no reason. She was ready to receive, obviously this was another thing that set her apart from the startled little runt. Never would Ishtar have run from a man like that trying to take her! Oh, she couldn't wait until it was her turn, maybe they'd do it in front of the mentally broken Kur, and further rub in how much she would never be like Ishtar. Yes! That was a glorious idea!

At the same time, Kur who'd been running away soon found herself seemingly in a reversed position, running towards that sickening grin of Sukuna's. When did this happen? She'd not turned around at all. Damn! She tried to right herself and continue, but even that small spin which would have normally been so easy had her wobbling from side to side as she didn't know which of her feet she wanted to use; both seemed way too sensitive to run upon. And now what was he saying... The words were making more sense as she pieced the language together, but some were still not quite right. Vensh... another you, possessive. Something belonging to Kur. A be verb was introduced a bit closer to something like Spanish okay... was it is...diast? His. Her end? He'd kill her. No... not kill, something... else. Synonym? Probably vulgar given the way he was being. Not end, not death. Ass. "No. No... you can't... take it... I can't..." she was panicking again and the words started to make less sense. Cowill. What was a cowill... Her body was shaking already her movements became even less steady. She tripped over her own feet and fell. Ah. Fall. That was the last one. She'd be quite proud of herself if she didn't think she was about to be assaulted more. Each of her hands that made contact with the ground was pulled back immediately too sensitive. How was she to even attempt to crawl away at this point? With languid movements that seemed to make her body shift in a manner that was almost sensual. It was hard to move when everything felt so good. No. not the right world. Everything felt like too much! Oh no. Falling like this was bad, he'd said something about bending over someone and ravishing them. She had to get away, but since she'd tried to get off her hands a bit and was still feeling everything in her knees, her bottom was arched up in the air as she tried to stand. She'd left herself open, and was struggling to try and get back up, to protect herself.

[Bloodedge]

Ishtar would not stop being an idiot any time soon; that much was clear to Sukuna. Even so, he seemed more than willing to allow her stupidity, even chuckling as she took credit for Kur's suffering. More to his taste though, was Kur's fear. He relished in that look on her face when she realized she was now running toward her threat. As she somehow managed to turn around to run the other way, Sukuna saw her brain working through the look in her eye. Ah, so she was still working through the language he spoke? Good.

Kur could not escape. She tried with all she had, but Sukuna knew how that would work out for her. When he said fall, he did so not as a command, but simply because he knew she would soon. When she did fall though, it was much more magnificent than he thought it would be. She writhed upon falling to the ground and trying to crawl away, looking almost as if she were currently under the effect of some sexual torture. She claimed he couldn't 'take it' as if to say she understood his words again. She was right in her understanding, but wrong in her statement. He could take her. He would take her. He had already taken her, despite her lack of realization. Moreover, his claim would only strengthen as Kur's back arched. How hilarious it was that she claimed he couldn't take her ass, only for it to be presented so perfectly to him moments later.

As Kur tried to get up, Sukuna stepped within striking distance again. Once more, he slapped Kur's backside. It seemed each time he did this was more intense than the last. This time, he angled his hand in such a way as to lift her backside as well. It was a pleasant surprise that Kur wound up in this position, and just as much something Sukuna would take advantage of. The hand that slapped did not move very far away. It landed again, right atop the crevice of Kur's arse. Then came the strangeness. Sukuna spawned a mouth on that same palm, immediately using its long, protruding tongue to prod and encircle her backdoor. When Sukuna said something was his, he meant to claim it in every way possible.

[Apollymi]

Kur was trying to crawl away now, but Sukuna was far too close. Another resonating slap to her bottom had her writhing and crying out. The enhancement of her senses made that feel like so much more pain but, it also dissipated into that stinging sensation which she actually didn't dislike. That was wonderful. It was terrible. Her bottom seemed to go further up even and she wasn't sure how she was meant to feel. No audible words left her, but her cries seemed almost tortured. And it would only become more so as a strange introducing was made. One of Sukuna's hands remained on her backside near its crease and then a tongue emerged from that hand mouth. He was licking her bottom, well... more directly he was swirling a tongue around her backdoor. She squirmed as if she was in pain, but it was more or less panic, she needed to move away, and with that happening she could try and crawl away. 'No. Noooo~" she squealed. This was a rape right? He was obviously planning to take back the mana he'd shoved into her person, it just happened to be an easy way to take it back right? No, that didn't really make sense did it? She was missing something. You weren't supposed to like being abused but after the initial shock of the tongue meeting her rear wore off... she didn't hate it. She was left to squirm and try to get away lest she be tormented by sensations she truly didn't understand.

At the same time, Ishtar looked up from where she was flopped over from the ground. From her angle, she could see Sukuna with an arm extended and the arched back and upped rear of Kur. This of course, put the idea in the green haired goddesses mind, that until the hand shoved down her throat, one was being shoved into the depths of Kur's rear. Even Ishtar had never been abused to that kind of extent. How fitting that some virgin was being subjected to torture of an actual variety. "Ohohohoho!~ Even I've never had a hand in my ass, Kur how lewd!" she proclaimed. Of course that wasn't what was happening.

But those words reached Kur's ears. Was she somehow worse than Ishtar? Was this something weird? Kur couldn't make sense of the situation. Ishtar was terrible, not because of what she liked implicitly but because of what she did to other people. Was Kur not as good a person as she tried to be? Was she also rotten like Ishtar and Enki? What a horrible thing to think about. More tears streamed down her face as her panic increased. If she liked what was happening to her, even if it didn't feel bad, was she somehow becoming more like Ishtar as things progressed? Was this really what it meant to be defiled? Was it to have your mind twisted so much that you could no longer tell right from wrong? "No... no... no... I can't..." she still couldn't get it all out. She couldn't properly vocalize how she felt. Was this a thing done to make her wish for a death she could never actually have? She didn't know, but there was a certain heat and tingling sensation present in her loins, as the actual pleasantry of her being was compromising her ability to see this moment with logic.

[Bloodedge]

Try as she might to escape, Kur had made many mistakes to prevent any fleeing. For starters, she let her hair be long. Sukuna's unoccupied left hand could, and did easily reach out to grab those long, pink locks that stretched across her back. Another mistake of Kur's was falling in such a perfect way without knowing what Sukuna was capable of. She'd been told earlier about his two faces, but there was something else he had two of. Sukuna possessed a second pair of arms in his original form. Now that he had 20% of his power back, he was able to call upon those additional limbs.

Two additional arms sprouted from Sukuna's back, each one reaching out to take one of Kur's legs by the thighs. She wouldn't be getting away at all. The tongue to her rear was ever more active from that moment forward, even forcing its way inside. Given the placement of his hand, his middle and ring fingers were easily able to cram their way into her other hole. "Ven abdunn dafast?" Sukuna apparently intended to continue speaking his native language. After all, why shouldn't he? Kur was beginning to understand it as of late. That, too, was part of the overarching plan.

[Apollymi]

There were several points of misunderstanding and miscommunication taking place here. Obviously, Ishtar thought the things happening here were way worse than they actually felt to someone like Kur. Kur was very confused about her lack of movement and her inability to right herself and properly flee this man. Besides that there was the current tongue paying attention to her rear, which seemed exactly contradictory of the idea of rape she understood. She wouldn't have much more time to be confused as her hair was pulled as she tried to move herself. Her body was so full of sensations, she was quite surprised by the pulling of her hair, it sent a ripple of sensation across her body, and even down to her chest. Were her nipples hard? Did she enjoy this? Was it wrong to?

Still she was trying to escape and couldn't by the time she looked back she had a frightening realization which gave her a moment of absolute lucidity. "WHY DO YOU HAVE FOUR ARMS?!" she demanded. All the while Ishtar was laughing. Though she couldn't really see what was going on. The outburst was one which made her believe the girl was being at least double fisted and held down. It was exactly what she deserved. At the same time the actual growth of those extra arms on Sukuna made her feel uneasy. 'Ew. He definitely won't be using that form on me. I am far too good for something like that... He should make sure to get it out of his system before he takes me!' she mused internally. Aloud she had something very different to say. "What's the matter, Kur? I thought you liked weird things?~" ah, more teasing. She'd always found Kur's general acceptance of lack of perfection to be disgusting. What was more she knew that girl also had a couple of forms which she used for mortals which she couldn't appreciate.

Two faces? Fine, weird face organ placement? Also fine? Being able to pin her with just multiple parts of his body? Terrible. Absolutely terrible. She could only basically resign herself to not being able to escape. Why did she need this? She couldn't really think about it. Two fingers were assaulting her virgin sex while a tongue molested a unexplored rear. It seemed almost sinful to be doing such a thing to someone who had no idea what was going on. Her body was confusing her with all the extra sensation. Those fingers prodding her folds didn't upset her by feel alone... but what did that mean for her. He was also still speaking. She understood those words a bit... You was straight forward. cannot... had part of can with a negative participle. Then there was a question... context said it was... what? He wanted to know what she couldn't do. Maybe she could force out the words if she didn't have to pause to put the sentences together. "Be vile." That. That was it. She didn't want the confusion surrounding this ordeal to make her something disgusting like Ishtar. It was not a matter of regular decay, the dissolution of flesh as it fed the world. No, it was a matter of corrupting and rotting from the inside while keeping up the while the façade of one's beauty was still in tact. She didn't want to be that... and that was how she saw Ishtar.

[Bloodedge]

Sukuna had two faces and four arms. Kur expressed shock upon discovering the latter of these things, strangely more so than she did when seeing two additional eyes on his face. Maybe that was due to the overwhelmed state she was presently in. Maybe the realization that she truly couldn't escape made the extra arms that much more ridiculous for her. Whatever the reason was, Sukuna would use those arms to keep Kur in place. No... he'd do more than that. Sukuna possessed a curse that could enhance the physical prowess of himself or anyone else. Using it on his additional arms, he swelled the limbs until their hands could wrap fully around Kur's thighs.

Why had Sukuna done this? Simply put, he'd use the improved grip to lift Kur's bottom half by the thighs, spreading her legs wider at the same time. "Huh? Why four arms? That's easy," he said while slowly shifting Kur's lower body into the proper place. Soon enough, the lifting of half her body put her undercarriage at the same verticality as Sukuna's groin. His fingers and the tongue of his hand were active as ever, the pull of Kur's hair became geared toward keeping her head as lifted as possible. In a few moments, she'd never be the same again. "Er rashkarrye ven! Kehahahaha!" Sukuna was near hysterical. That tongue coming from his palm lengthened once more, swimming its way through the goddess' rectum for quite some time before being removed. Every extrication of Sukuna's had been the same; this would be no exception. He jerked that first arm back. As that elongated tongue made its way out of Kur's rear hole, it oscillated wildly. There was even an extra swirl around the rim before it disappeared entirely.

While his fingers were within her folds, Sukuna got a decent feel for something. Kur's refusal had become, or was close to becoming a realization. Somewhere in that head of hers, she was enjoying this, and was further tormented by that fact. Eventually, he was sure she'd know the pleasure of release... so he'd be sure to curse her and limit that eventuality before it happened. For now however, there were more important things. Kur didn't want to be vile like Ishtar. From what Sukuna had seen thus far, he doubted that was even possible. She'd be vile like him. As he considered the evolution of Kur into one of his ilk, Sukuna lined himself up. That throbbing chunk of meat between his legs was perfectly positioned to be crammed into either of Kur's holes on a whim. "Ta myzrrupt. Hepd ven ji oen venshsif? Da caps Si?"

[Apollymi]

It was definitely the overwhelmed status of her mind which contributed to her hysteria about the extra arms. Of course, she'd been calm when assessing his extra eyes, but this was an oddity of her person. The extra eyes made her figure he had a rather interesting skull. But that wouldn't matter much at all to her in the future. In a moment those extra arms swelled in size becoming swelled with intense mana. Given his own proclivities, that had to be an extra use of curses. Buffing, healing, harming... it seemed pretty flexible as a type of magic. But now she was being lifted, and squealed in a most frightened way as it happened. Her hair was still being pulled, that tongue had began to explore deeper reachers of her rear, causing her to squirm instinctively as it felt rather... pleasant. No. It shouldn't right? She didn't know. If making someone panic was a personal skill, Sukuna definitely possessed it when it came to Kur. Now her body was aligned with his massiveness and he had but one amused thing to say regarding why he had four arms. And it was once again spoken in his mother tongue. Was he doing that just to panic her? It wasn't magically induced nor actively cursing it, but it was causing a bit of slowness in her replies. She had to process his words a bit, while having her body stimulated, ven was you... er was a preposition like of, no she knew that one. It was more like to... and transitive... The middle word was large and ominous and rounded on the ends. Destroy. He had four arms, to destroy her? Oh no!! Was he going to pull her apart? Was he going to rip her limp from limb and only use her torso? Was it more figurative instead? She didn't know but all options were more than a bit frightening. Should she resign herself to fate and hope she didn't end up maimed for resisting, even as it was the natural instinct of her form?

At the same time, the crying Kur and the monstrous man taking advantage of her seemed to please Ishtar. That enhancement of his form seemed to garner appreciation, though not the extra appendages at all. She found non-human torsos unappealing in the most uncharacteristic way. All those extra mouths and tongues and eyes were also pretty off-putting but he didn't need to be that way all the time, just when he was entering her glorious form. Besides he kept cursing that girl, she wouldn't be surprised if she eventually faltered just because her body could no longer take the torture. "Finally accepted it? Crying won't save you... and pleading won't either... do you get it now, Kur. You shouldn't have ever stood in front of me! Ohohohohoho!~" that shrill laughter echoed, but Kur could barely process it.

All of those sounds that Ishtar took for pain, weren't at all physical pain. Kur was over stimulated. Her loins dripping and throbbing and the panic of the moment was her confusion around the way she was feeling versus the definition of the thing happening to her was causing her to panic every time she experienced something akin to pleasure or shock. Here and now, that oscilating tongue on the way out of her rear made her squirm a bit, and the sound that escaped her mouth first was a bit more moan than panicked yelp. She'd told him, that she didn't want to be vile and gross inside and out like Ishtar, and he'd said something else in his own language. At the same time her body seemed to be metabolizing that first couple of doses of mana. Having been circulating for quite a while she felt a pain in her chest and a gentle soreness of her thighs, chest and back, she was expanding, filling even. he didn't take enough of that mana back for her body not to keep it. And then he said... Be... corrupt? That was weird. Why would she be corrupt. Oh... the rest of that sentence was another of his asking a question. She could choose in this instance how she was violated or he'd do it for her? Did she really understand that right. "I.. I..." there was a moment of hesitation. She didn't want to be gross inside and out, but she also didn't want to always hate everything about the sorts of activities that were forced upon her now. If she took it into her own hands... she could at least take responsibility for the choice. It would decrease the amount of victimhood she had to live with... Besides, she didn't want him forcing himself into her, nor using cursed speech to force her to do it a specific way, when she didn't know what it would feel like. She'd take it slow... She was already aligned and though he'd been tonguing her rear, she decided the other hole which was actually made for such things would be less potentially painful. So she went about moving her hips in such a way, as to lower herself onto his girth. She'd accept it, and though the fit would be intensely snug, she would start copulation of her own accord. All the while Ishtar laughed. "He cursed you and made you do it yourself... oh how the puny become pitiful!"