Oh?! From Sukuna's angle, it looked like the goddess' body was undergoing a change or two. He had a pair of hands large enough to engulf her thighs, but it felt as if he was suddenly covering less of them. Yes, she was definitely getting a bit thicker. If he looked properly, he was starting to see her chest from behind, which he couldn't do previously. Sukuna took a moment to think. He'd once heard something about Creators and the functionality of their bodies related to mana storage. They were the bringers of life. The women of their kind carried with them the ability to sustain life, which the Prime Destroyer once equated to storing mana that would later be shared. Ah... her Source was finally receiving mana directly from his own.
Ishtar kept yapping. Sukuna didn't have the slightest idea how she was taking credit for any of this. Nevertheless, her ignorance was a wonderful source for his long-term entertainment. Eventually, letting her remain alive and conscious would pay dividends. All he had to do was... tolerate her existence for a bit longer. Besides, there was more entertainment to be found at present. Kur had been given a choice. Would she defile herself with the demon's cock as an instrument, or would she let herself become an instrument of Sukuna's use instead? Kur chose the former for her own sanity. . .
The Demon Lord of Obscenity. That title of Sukuna's was something he took great joy in having. Above all else, it was an apt descriptor of his Source, just as the titles for all members of his kind were on an individual basis. The discomfort of others gave him satisfaction. Torture, pain both physical and mental, breaking the minds and bodies of everyone in his path... These were things Sukuna held near and dear to his very soul. Kur thought to take the easy way out by slowly taking him within herself, but nothing could ever be so simple. Surely she thought things wouldn't be so bad now. She had some modicum of control over the situation; she could take things at her own pace and not be completely ruined. Oh how wrong she was.
"Tararsh pleratith... myzmesz freklenssdaer," Sukuna chanted. Before Creation, comes Destruction. This was a phrase he was once told so long ago, the world hadn't been born yet. Kur was going to become a new type of being today, but first... she had to be destroyed, that her Source might truly breathe for the first time. The only way forward was destruction, and the methods of Kur were not conducive to that. What was conducive, was Sukuna's effort to right her wrongs. Just as she began to ensure her own penetration, Sukuna jerked her by the legs. He'd be planted in her folds, he'd break into her womb, and he'd do it all in one fell swoop, seeming elated to have done so. He hadn't done something silly like cursing Kur to do something herself, but it was a purposeful development that he gave her a false sense of security and control. What he did do, was employ a personal curse that manifested through the markings on his shaft. Once he was fully inserted, Kur's inner walls would be disallowed the natural end-result of pleasure. This was how he'd actively claim her soul─ by long-term forcing Kur into the acceptance of an even stronger binding vow through lasting denial.
Ishtar kept yapping. Sukuna didn't have the slightest idea how she was taking credit for any of this. Nevertheless, her ignorance was a wonderful source for his long-term entertainment. Eventually, letting her remain alive and conscious would pay dividends. All he had to do was... tolerate her existence for a bit longer. Besides, there was more entertainment to be found at present. Kur had been given a choice. Would she defile herself with the demon's cock as an instrument, or would she let herself become an instrument of Sukuna's use instead? Kur chose the former for her own sanity. . .
The Demon Lord of Obscenity. That title of Sukuna's was something he took great joy in having. Above all else, it was an apt descriptor of his Source, just as the titles for all members of his kind were on an individual basis. The discomfort of others gave him satisfaction. Torture, pain both physical and mental, breaking the minds and bodies of everyone in his path... These were things Sukuna held near and dear to his very soul. Kur thought to take the easy way out by slowly taking him within herself, but nothing could ever be so simple. Surely she thought things wouldn't be so bad now. She had some modicum of control over the situation; she could take things at her own pace and not be completely ruined. Oh how wrong she was.
"Tararsh pleratith... myzmesz freklenssdaer," Sukuna chanted. Before Creation, comes Destruction. This was a phrase he was once told so long ago, the world hadn't been born yet. Kur was going to become a new type of being today, but first... she had to be destroyed, that her Source might truly breathe for the first time. The only way forward was destruction, and the methods of Kur were not conducive to that. What was conducive, was Sukuna's effort to right her wrongs. Just as she began to ensure her own penetration, Sukuna jerked her by the legs. He'd be planted in her folds, he'd break into her womb, and he'd do it all in one fell swoop, seeming elated to have done so. He hadn't done something silly like cursing Kur to do something herself, but it was a purposeful development that he gave her a false sense of security and control. What he did do, was employ a personal curse that manifested through the markings on his shaft. Once he was fully inserted, Kur's inner walls would be disallowed the natural end-result of pleasure. This was how he'd actively claim her soul─ by long-term forcing Kur into the acceptance of an even stronger binding vow through lasting denial.
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