Finis Chaldea

[Apollymi]

More curses were being thrown around as far as Ishtar was concerned. It was great that Kur was left stupefied and left covered in spunk. What she deserved was nothing short of complete humiliation for daring to try and stand above Ishtar, that is truly what the goddess believed. Even so, there were still more of that cursed speech going back and forth between Kur and that man. She wondered if Kur still entertained thoughts to resist, she'd help her with that. "You can't win. Slave seals are absolute, you'll do whatever he wants of you and end up a piece of gutter trash in my kingdom!~" there it was. She'd gone from simply wanting the girl dead, to wanting to see her permanently below her. This was always the case with Ishtar as she came across women she found she could not actually break mentally. That was the true use of the men at her disposal. They were there to help with the breaking and maybe if they did a good enough job and had nice enough dicks they could also have a taste of Ishtar herself!

All the while, Sukuna seemed to realize something was a bit amiss by how the acceptance of his curse took place. In innocence and honesty, Kur had gone on to bind them together the way she would have interpreted his words to mean, not just the way that it was meant. "Ven unnpeb trieve lon deva ven lezz, gled?" she uttered. He was apparently planning to pay her back for her actions, even before she fully explained herself. A bit of that snark of her classic personality seemed to leak through, but would it last? Maybe. She was removed and her posture changed. She was standing before the Sukuna who'd been buried in her undercarriage, her body feeling out of sorts given its sudden growth and the enhancing effects of mana she was experiencing. A bit of that light was returning to her eyes, but... inside of her body had started to feel like it was vibrating. That would of course only increase as the seal over her womb began to spread across her body. It was like lighting all of her nerves up at once, it felt great, but was also vastly overstimulating and seeming not to lead to anything at all.

Finally in a moment like this, Ishtar would see true satisfaction. She was watching as Kur was sandwiched between two versions of the man and given their placement, she'd be receiving him twice in the center of her being. She was a virgin her rear never touched, she'd likely find herself in the most intense pain of her life. "Ohohohoho! By the time he finishes with you, you'll never be able to look at another man again!~" there was laughter. Strangely this statement was probably factual, but not in the way that Ishtar would have wanted it to be. That little touch on her womb sent a pulse though her body. The hands on her thighs made her writhe with pleasure that had no release. She was dropped onto a pulsing phallus and her body shook but it didn't release its tension. And then the other started prodding at her backdoor with something much larger than his tongue. That pressure felt nice even as it tried to begin its journey and even that was something that she couldn't quite stop. It caused her to wiggle and writhe. She needed something to hold onto and the torso in front of her was it, but even just her arms making contact with muscled skin caused distinct twitches within the whole of her body. That vibration in the center of her soul seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. Every second... whatever this feeling was it was killing her. "Ert hase unn fuurklat oen hase penyab!" Those were Kur's words about this feeling. She needed release, he had to give it to her right? Actually, they could hold her like this all they wanted... it was the warmest feeling Death had ever experienced.

[Bloodedge]

What in this pitiful world was that 'slave seal' Ishtar kept talking about? Sukuna was the originator of all curses, but he'd never heard of such a thing. By context clues alone though, he gathered that they were similar enough to have been modified from his own repertoire. Who could have managed such a thing? It didn't matter, but he had certainly done no such thing. Ah, but... there was a function close enough to enslavement in that seal.

As for the effect looping back on Sukuna himself, Kur's cheeky demeanor returned in full force with a demon's tongue. Sukuna's earlier words, the very concept of deals with devils, was directly used against him. He'd been tricked. He'd cursed Kur and, in turn, been cursed himself. Sukuna couldn't even be angry about the occurrence; Kur only proved her worth as the chosen goddess. "Ehahahahaha!" he cackled. Doing something like that, Kur surely earned the... 'repayment' he offered. Two Sukunas would give her pleasure with no end, or rather pleasure with no climax. What better way than to turn every inch of her body into a pleasure center?

She squirmed when Sukuna grabbed her thighs. She quaked when he penetrated her again. Even her efforts to hold onto him resulted in quivering. Yes, Sukuna's curse was functioning just as intended after all. Any repercussions he suffered on the other end was a problem for future Sukuna to deal with, for the current moment was too glorious for concerns. One resting within her at the front, one ready to enter her rear... this could hardly be better. Actually, the only immediate potential for improvement Sukuna saw was his next intended move. Kur rejected the idea of this being repayment, calling it penance instead. For a demon, those things were similar enough to be synonymous. It seemed goddesses didn't have the same beliefs. Well then, maybe he could change that? An attempt would definitely be made by the Sukuna at Kur's backside shoving himself full force into her rectum. With two copies of his girth indirectly pressed against each other within her, surely that counted as repayment... right? If not, each copy thrusting up into her torso one after the other must do the trick. Yes, he'd try that.

[Apollymi]

Somewhere in the depths of the desert, in a kingdom filled to the brim, with women considered the enemies of Ishtar and her various faces acting as whores... there was, a sneeze. This sneeze originated from the mouth of a nun with long creeping eyes and a face which could put fear in the hearts of mankind. But here and now with that cute little sound escaping her lips, she managed to look up seemingly curious, only to decide it wasn't worth questioning so she carried on with her work.

The laughter of Sukuna was an interesting sound. He didn't seem at all displeased by the amount of snark in the question Kur presented him. He may have been tricked but it wasn't a bad trick. As far as Kur was concerned this only served to let him know she truly understood the terms and conditions and accepted the aspects he presented even though they weren't necessarily anything she would have looked for of her own accord. Soon enough Kur's head was thrown back up as she was properly sandwiched between this pair. The man at her rear, inserted himself with no less force than her first major penetration had taken. She had tears streaming down her eyes, and this was intepreted as pain by Ishtar's own estimation. But in truth, the acceptance of Kur meant that the demon's two members found their home within her person without real harm. So why were tears streaming down her face? Because it felt so good. So nice so warm, it felt like all the tension in her body should have released, but instead it pulsed and built even further, setting more of her nerves a flame making her even more susceptible, to the sensation she was feeling. It was not pain which made her cry, it was pleasure unknown causing her frustration as she did not reach any acceptable ending from her torment. A hiccup like noise had coincided with the motion causing Ishtar to cackle with glee. "Ohohoho! So broken by that you can't even cry with sounds. It must be terrifying knowing you'll never know pleasure only pain!~" she laughed more, but it was very different.

At the moment, Kur's consciousness was fading in and out. As each of the demon's cocks took on an alternating stroke to be filled and unfilled seemed to be rocking the girl to the center of her being. She was awake. She was out. She was mentally present. She'd been lost to delirium. What was her state of being? What was life? Is this what death felt like? Surely not... it was a concept meant to release people from turmoil and torture. Death was a kindness. That newly firmed body of hers squished against his. Her body constantly shivered in pleasure and she found her hips shaking gently as if she could urge the sensation onward, to no avail. Even her own movements furthered her torment. It was beautiful and frightening and... everything. "Louwe czek tuch seva. Ert tuchri hase unn kavien, ailn zis err risavah er brunck. Laan" she pleaded for her own sake. That last word repeated as she cried. "Laan. Laan. Laan. Laan." Ishtar's eyes widened. Obviously, Kur had gone mad, and was trying her best to curse him. Using a simpler method to try and utter that curse. Whatever that word meant, she didn't think it would matter. Surely, a single word would change nothing in this case, right?

[Bloodedge]

This time around, Ishtar couldn't be blamed at all for her ignorance. In truth, the mark that spread across Kur's body made her immune to pain. Anything that touched any part of her could only be perceived as incredible pleasure, but with his earlier forced limitation in place, it seemed her tears were a different sort of tortured. Sukuna knew many forms of torment; excessive pleasure was among the best to see.

One thing Sukuna had no intention of doing, was granting Kur release from this long-term buildup before everything was perfect. This former virgin's first orgasm would be the most explosive thing this world had ever seen if he had any say in the matter... and due to a lovely curse, he did have a say. The proper moment was on its way here and now, while Kur's thickened body pressed its soft flesh against both copies of Sukuna. Both versions felt inclined to press against her more. One version had the joy of much larger breasts pressed against his torso, while the other enjoyed her plump ass against his lap. In the midst of these pleasantries, Kur finally rounded out Sukuna's earlier foretelling. Just as he prophesized, she was pleading for more. Crying and begging came together to create Sukuna's favorite thing to see: that moment of absolute desperation just before one's own end. Both Sukunas stopped, their eyes widening as if they were each in a temporary daze. Torture had never been so fun, so good to look at. She really did become his favorite over the course of this day. Maybe Sukuna had actually become a prophet in this incarnation?

Whatever the case, Sukuna could no longer be contained. He had nothing more to say, and would have nothing more to do except... comply. The Demon Lord of Obscenity had his fun, so a different sort of fun would open up as possibility. Of course, he would not totally abandon the original entertainment. The sun had already set as of Sukuna's final decision. One that previously had enhanced, monstrous arms would return to normal... and both would utilize that same enhancement curse on their already unreasonable cocks. This new application would be a slower one, occurring while he technically adhered to Kur's request. When they began thrusting again, they did so with far greater vigor than before. As such, he'd continue to no apparent end. Time passed more and more. Only when the moon was high in the sky did he reach his full enhanced girth twice over, and only then did he release the restrictive curse. How many hours had passed? Sukuna did not know, having no concept of such short periods of time. When he freed her of the curse, he also took the liberty of freeing his seed once again. "Hragh!" Sukuna grunted as his own satisfaction was made blatantly clear. He had a bit of choice in the matter, so it was not the same continuous stream as before. This time, it was more of a geyser blasting off in each of her holes. Naturally though, it was not a short-lived expulsion either. Kur wanted more; she'd have the most as he filled every nook and cranny to be found inside her body with liquid mana.

[Apollymi]

The ignorance of Ishtar aside, those wild conclusions she'd been jumping to the entirety of the day seemed to coalesce in a singular moment of her victory. That is, until a specific moment in this rape/torture of Kur. At some point, the pink haired goddess began to chant the same word over and over again, and for a brief moment, both copies of Sukuna stopped their movements. For a moment, Ishtar thought Kur had actually managed something with whatever word she was using. A curse seemed to be being fought against, but then... his movements began once more. "You can't win, Ohohohohoho! To think you thought to fight the originator of something with their own skill... how bold of you!~" that was it wasn't it. Kur had tried to curse him and it'd failed. Obviously since he'd kept moving nothing was amiss. Ishtar was still winning...

Here and now Kur was treated to something else. Between those movements was a moment of pause. Sukuna looked into her face and the other, she could also feel looking at her. Whatever they decided, it'd been quite a while since all of this started and Kur was certain she'd had enough. Ah, but she'd realized with this man that enough wasn't what he wanted, overindulgence was what he sought. And even as her body and mind fell in and out of narcotic delirium. Even as her hips began to shake between them while searing pleasure unending danced across every bit of her skin. It was tension it was so good it was almost painful and it continued. They'd been at this for hours. Day and turned to night, light had shifted and still she remained sandwiched between these two individuals. What was more the sizing of Sukuna's arms changed and that which penetrated her seemed to be shifting about steadily. This was too much. "Laan. Laan. Laan. Laan. Laan." there were so many utterances and it was a while yet before satisfaction was reached. And then...

Whatever absolute maximum, Sukuna was waiting for, was triggered. And in this moment... all that rising tension finally cracked. Along with something at the core of Kur's being as well as all the power she'd ever been holding. She found herself swelling and brimming with power in an instant and when it was released she cried out as she was filled. In this moment. She saw sounds, could feel colors could could taste the vibrations of everything in the world. As as she was filled this final time, her insides shook an convulsed and she, saw and created light. There was far too much for her body to handle but she had in mind something. That little spark, that undeniable pleasure... this was paradise. It was long suffered for but absolutely perfect and with her thoughts and the energy and mystery acquired a new domain of the afterlife was created. The massive power expelled from this young woman shook Creation as her greatest work was completed. Somewhere, in the darkness above Celestia, there was infinite light, perfect climate, the creation of plants which could sate all with a single seed. There were streams of pure water and vibrant colors. A gentle breeze and that same clarity she'd just reached. Kur herself was shining between these two individuals, her eyes blank and her body still. Ah... those proportions of hers hadn't reset though, still she remained quite well cushioned and tucked between two versions of Sukuna. "Evd quinetyor stolk desstar er lyik hent lon donya vi evd hinp freklenssdaer," that murmur appeared to be Kur's final words. Shining though she was, it seemed that she was only just barely conscious, almost dead by the outside perspective.

Ishtar, laughed triumphantly. "OHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! She died! She actually went and died. All that glowing and she still couldn't do it!" she couldn't help but be giddy. Surely he'd simply toss her to the side now. She could be abandoned and Ishtar herself would take her place. There was nothing she couldn't have. Even death as Kur created it belonged to Ishtar. Yes. That was it. She'd won this most ultimate battle. But was she dead? Where did that internal light come from? Why hadn't her body shrunk in light of her creation? Why was she so still?

[Bloodedge]

Before Creation, comes Destruction. Before Destruction, comes Creation. These words made the whole of a notion between entities titled 'gods' in the old world of Mystery. This lesser planet had known nothing but Creation, and now, there was balance for but a moment. Before Creation, comes Destruction. Kur's very existence internalized these words as one colossal event shattered her being in the most glorious fashion. Her body was filled to the brim both physically and spiritually, with excess of the latter being converted and purposed for the greatest creation since... well, since this world itself. An entire reality was born of copulation, a paradise whose magnificence was felt by even Sukuna.

Yet again, the demon paused. Sukuna took several seconds just to take it all in, from the burst of mana to the new radiance of Kur, even to the sense of that paradise he had through their connection. To think, something so pure had come from what was likely the most twisted consummation in this world's history. Even the Demon Lord of Obscenity could do nothing but appreciate its brilliance.

There was something else happening. In Sukuna's chest, there was an ominous pulsing accompanying his heartbeat. It wasn't the heart itself, but instead his Source thumping as if registering something... more. With all that creative energy, Kur still hadn't made use of everything. She'd been reinvigorated, and now it seemed... oh? Was there a Source awakening afoot? He'd never known the binding of two Sources as the Demon King once explained, but surely this had to be it, right? What would happen next?

Apparently, the next thing on the list was rest for Kur. That incessant thumping in Sukuna's chest was becoming more powerful each time, even shaking the world around them. The Sukuna in front of Kur grabbed hold of her body to support it, while the one behind extricated himself to rejoin the original body. In rejoining, his third and fourth eyes returned and closed, his additional arms returned and vanished, and his groin returned to its normal girth and length. Ishtar thought the other goddess was dead? Well, she wasn't entirely wrong. The Kur that existed several hours prior would likely never exist again, yet Ishtar also couldn't have been farther from the truth. . .

[Apollymi]

In all this time, Ishtar had started monologuing about her victory and Kur had gone very still. Sukuna for his part in this, withdrew from her rear and rejoined his other self. He was holding up the now glowing goddess as she stayed still for quite a while just to hear out whatever ridiculousness that Ishtar would say. Here and now though she felt the expansion of her creation. She felt a strange thumping and cracking within her own chest and... she felt Sukuna supporting her person. She wrapped her legs around him gently and smiled against his chest. It was too funny, she couldn't hold it in any more. "Chehe...hehehehe... hahahaha!~" she finally managed ah but what she had to say was something very different overall. What? Ishtar was looking aghast, here Kur was being held up and seemingly comforted by this demon, who'd even taken a more visually pleasing form and she was laughing. Not dead, just playing. "NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS. WHAT KIND OF WHORE COULD YOU HAVE POSSIBLY BEEN TO ENJOY THAT?!" she demanded of the girl seeming to find it impossible that she liked hours worth of rough sex as a virgin. Obviously there was no such difference but that couldn't be explained she was still screaming. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS! YOU CAN'T WIN THIS! YOU CAN'T TAKE HIM FROM ME!!!" ah, there it was. The break. She finally figured out that Kur wasn't suffering. Obviously, Kur has succeeded in cursing Sukuna and brought him under her control, it was obvious by how docile he was being here and now. She obviously did this in a manner similar to how Ishtar in her other form, tamed the demi-god Heracles.

Ishtar couldn't allow this! She had to stop Kur, she had to kill her. She could do this. She knew enough of how to strengthen a curse, a single word was all she needed and she had the power to do it. She would, with all the negativity her soul had she put mana and power behind a single word. "DIE!" there was quite a bit of power behind that word. Of course it was, Ishtar just realized she was missing out on a new toy, one she'd decided to use against Kur in the first place. Kur finally removed her face from the chest of "Dafast hase erivk yik unnpeb ariv" said Kur. She couldn't help but chuckle further. "Roe fielesz ehnumpit, loyral ailn fermill." Ah, that was it wasn't it. She couldn't give death to the goddess who literally created death as a concept. Ishtar looked astounded. She'd done everything right, why didn't it work? Why wasn't she dead? Why wasn't she getting what she wanted?!

[Bloodedge]

Kur remained silent for some time to come. From so close, Sukuna could tell she was far from dead, and actually wasn't even unconscious. Why did she pretend? The eventual laughter implied that it was, naturally, for only the best reason. Hearing the joy of Kur, Sukuna grew even more elated. Having her join the torment of Ishtar was one of the greatest victories this day... and Ishtar herself still didn't understand the truth unfolding around her. "Havri laf, defrinz aera?" he questioned, loosing his hold on the goddess.

Now was the time for Ishtar's comeuppance. Sukuna turned himself, looking upon the fallen goddess as she lost every bit of composure. A feeble attempt to curse Kur had been made, and... strangely, it wasn't the worst attempt he'd ever seen─ even excluding Ishtar's earlier debacle. It had no effect on Kur, and likely wouldn't do much of anything to any Creator without a stronger touch of the Void... but it was a surprising and decent attempt. "Oh? That might have worked on a mortal," Sukuna mused. Just after speaking, the demon could be seen grasping at his own chest. That pulsing was becoming more and more powerful. A storm was brewing in quite the literal sense. Dark clouds were being pulled into the sky directly above, not quite eclipsing the moon, but it almost seemed like they would in a matter of moments."Ugh. What is that? I don't like it," he griped. What exactly was his Source calling to? It was obviously something in Kur, but what could have been going on with hers that he suffered such an effect?

[Apollymi]

Sukuna questioned the laughter of Kur, by once again referring to her as 'little girl' she hadn't much minded it before, but felt a bit more classically snarky than before. "Si elt unn miy defrinz, roe tove. Sia'sz miy cavvin," murmured Kur. She couldn't help it. Only a couple of seconds was required before she completely few off the handle about what she'd lost. She even managed to call Kur a whore, she questioned her virginity (after being the one who brought it up in the first place) and even tried to curse her to death. It was actually reasonably powerful, Kur thought so, and knew it had the amount of power necessary to kill a mortal but it would seem that Ishtar didn't really have any idea about the nature of anyone else. "You can't try and curse me Kur!" she claimed while struggling. She stared at the other girl now lowered to the ground and covered in tattoos squirming as she felt really strange. A heated little blush was on Kur's face and it had everything to do with extra physical sensation and nothing to do with anything else. Even so, the power of the moment was something that Ishtar didn't get.

In the moment Kur just seemed confused. Did Ishtar really not understand the difference between a language spoken for the sake of expressing idea and one for the sake of cursing someone? It would take a moment for Kur to understand a bit more herself. All the while, Sukuna seemed to think that Ishtar's attempt at Cursed Speech was a bit more reasonable as well... She took the compliment with her same general pomp and saw it as a saving situation. Maybe this was just a set up, and Sukuna was planning to act against Kur himself. Of course, he made a claim about some feeling and was holding his chest. Oh, so that's what it was! "I'm on to you Kur!! You've cursed him, enchanted him and you're just trying to take him away from me when he's obviously chosen me! You're obviously still upset and my divine punishment has caused you madness! So you're using your body like I use mine to keep him tied to you!" she said in the most haughty manner.

Kur looked at Ishtar and blinked. If this woman put half as much thought into actually doing something constructive and not in jumping through the mental hoops necessary to come to such a conclusion, she'd likely be very successful in life. She wasn't even sure how to reply to that claim, maybe she'd let her believe it for a while. Just the same, Kur felt pretty comfortable with her own abilities. She wouldn't have pretended to be stronger than a demon. First she would speak first to Sukuna. "Oen ayledd ta czek. Si elt fauz unn lilthreid zis," she murmured. "I should get rid of more," she mused. Hm... she was still naked it was time for a bit of a change. A long black dress with a high split up to the thigh. Golden boning along her ribs with a high collar decorated by bones. Her now more than ample bosom peeking out of the top, but her overall look still conservative enough to suit her tastes. One sheer sleeve one each leg and wrist. One dark long sleeve on her arm and one short dark one. More shoes. Even as she made these items appear on her body she seemed to have shivers. Those tattoos on her skin making it crawl as she shifted just a bit. "Still too much, you too..." she said looking at Sukuna. If Ishtar believed she'd enchanted the man, what she was about to do next would probably make her believe she planned to keep him as a pet. She created for him, a light colored kimono edged in black silk. Black tabi and associated shoes in the 'Japanese' style he seemed to like based on how he'd been dressed previously. At the very end, she created around his neck a black scarf which covered his neck. "I said you can't have him Kur. Fight her. Don't let her take you from me... my glorious form is waiting to receive you!"

[Bloodedge]

Kur remarked that she wasn't so 'little' anymore. Sukuna shifted his gaze in her direction, visually inspecting her form without being physically pressed against it or something of the sort this time. She was undoubtedly a physical specimen that could put this world to shame. Still, his form of address for her likely wouldn't change. "Fauz eh dresdin," was his almost whispered response.

Many mortals had to suffer aneurisms because of the green-haired goddess. Even with their collective plan in full effect, both Kur and Sukuna were occasionally lost for words due to the sheer ignorance of Ishtar. While Kur was landing and continuing to feel far too much of everything, Ishtar was rambling. She thought Kur had cursed Sukuna. She thought she had been chosen. She thought Kur had gone mad, and that the death goddess was trying to use her body, as Ishtar used her own. All of those assumptions were moronic, but the final assertion was far dumber than any other. Sukuna had just gotten a decent look at Kur's new physique, and. . . "Huh?" he blurted out while glancing in Ishtar's direction again. There was something to do about that, but that was something to deal with later.

First and foremost, Kur was to blame for that thumping in his Source. Hers remained in a state of flux, which didn't seem to change after she constructed a fresh ensemble for herself. Cloth and bones adorned her form to create a very reserved, yet still accessible outfit. Sukuna approved of this. Ah, but she needed more, and went on to create more by throwing a light kimono and dark scarf upon his form. Pulling at the garb, the demon appraised it quickly. "Looks like something I used to wear before. Not bad. Now..." Sukuna began stepping toward Ishtar, who continued to talk. Her 'glorious' form was waiting to receive him, apparently. The simplest wave of one hand would force Ishtar upright, floating just off the ground. Of course, this was Sukuna... so there was more. She'd feel tightly constricted from head to toe, as if bound by thread... though her curves would be unaffected. "Your what is waiting for what? You were the best to look at when I showed up. What happened?" he asked, alluding to the obvious fact that Kur had acquired a vastly superior form to hers.

[Apollymi]

Kur was still feeling a bit snarky. At her observation that she was no longer little, Sukuna made the claim that she was still a child. She had a pretty quick come back for that phrase too, considering that he'd subjected her to a great deal of sexual and mental torture while thinking of her in such a way, "Nevt ven unnin chan, nevt saysz seva adti ven bevn czek," she said seeming to scoff. Even so, she didn't actually mind him referring to her as 'little girl' it was hardly an insult.

Still there were so many things wrong with all of Ishtar's assumptions in this moment that Kur hadn't even figured out how to address them all yet. And she only thought to do so, after she was dressed once again. She was trying to burn off the extra energy which was obviously bothering Sukuna at least a bit through their binding but even after dressing him, she still felt her own mana seemingly still brazenly active. But much to her own surprise and now blushing face once more, Sukuna seemed to like his new attire quite a bit. "I'm glad. I thought it'd suit you, given how you were dressed at first..." she said though she was very pleased at the acknowledgement. Here and now, her heart had started to pulse in her chest along with her mana. It was a harmonious thing, giving her quite the euphoric sensation throughout her body.

But that was not all that was happening in the moment. No, Sukuna strung up Ishtar once more, having taken too much stupid from her speech and deciding to question her on one thing. And the green haired woman found herself unable to move, her form on display but when shifting her eyes towards Kur she finally took proper note of how far along her form had come. She could no longer even refer to her as a runt given how well her body had filled out. "My glorious form is unique to me. Obviously, Kur knew you'd chosen me and while you cursed her to make her more physically appealing like me, she managed to somehow use it. But mine is the original... she even stole my glow you should take it back for me!" she claimed, it was quite the delusion. She wouldn't known but Sukuna had seen Sin who was the originator of such a form in this world and now he had for his own use Kur whose body boosted a certain superiority to Ishtar's. In this moment Kur couldn't help but laugh. "Did you just accuse me of abusing my body when you're the one who offered up both yours and mine to a demon?" Kur asked. This made Ishtar's brow furrow, well... yes, she'd definitely done exactly that, but it was some kind of magical or cursed influence that made him keep talking to Kur after his urges were settled. That was the only way. "Men will have sex with anything that lets them, and half the time it doesn't have to allow it. But they will always choose the greatest form around and it's mine. I'm the one with an especially good body. I am the goddess of love and beauty!" she proclaimed.

[Bloodedge]

Calling Kur a 'little girl' was something which said more about Sukuna, than the goddess herself? Nonsense. Sukuna was a demon who knew the world before its segmentation; he had no such concepts of propriety. In response to Kur's quip, he extended a hand. Two fingers collided with one another, and from that came a pulse of concussive energy. It was restrained, insignificant, but just mighty enough to tap Kur's left breast. Perhaps she shouldn't be acting so coy while still affected by his seal?

Moving on, Ishtar kept yapping and yapping. Unique form? What? He didn't have much time to look before, but there was something very peculiar about her claim. "I have four eyes. You're exactly the same as that other one," he said upon recalling Sin, or formerly, Ki. More importantly, his sight was unquestionable enough that none could argue when he compared Ishtar and the new Kur. Even more importantly, a discrepancy in Ishtar's yammering needed addressing. "I didn't make her any thicker. Yours isn't even original," he replied.

Ishtar insisted that men would have sex with anything, whether allowed or not. Once again, she wasn't entirely wrong. Sukuna would have had his way with any goddess on the list earlier in this day, bar that small which would have done nothing for him. Even so, the execution always varied from person to person... and Ishtar had long since painted herself as the disposable sort, returned to only when holes needed plugging. Another swipe of Sukuna's fingers was aimed at the green-haired one. He did not slice her body, but he did shred her clothing. With that done, he stepped even closer while smiling madly. "Greatest form, eh?" he questioned. "With blood in your mouth and a hole in your chest?"

One thing had to be done. Sukuna lifted his hand again, and without even touching Ishtar, he sealed the hole in her torso. A few moments of observation ensued. "Ah, I didn't get a good look before. Now that I get a good look at you, I see things a little differently." What did Sukuna mean? Well, he'd be sure to make that clear while the sharp nail of his forefinger made contact with Ishtar's pelvis. Two goddesses had sold their souls to him today, Ishtar being one of them. She could gain a seal as well. His seemingly-telekinetic ability separated the goddess' legs, and in that moment, Sukuna rammed his entire hand into her craw. Just then, his sick grin widened further, his second pair of eyes opening slightly to stare her down. "It's terrible! Kehahahaha!" Sukuna's laughter was loud and continuous. That hand within Ishtar pulsed mana directly into her being, with Sukuna being sure to utilize every bit of his druglike energy to form a seal. It appeared as an inside-out variant of Kur's. Just the same though, it would spread across her body... albeit with the ability to turn all her senses to pain rather than pleasure. "Goddess of what and what now? I don't think that fits anymore, missy. I can't smell it on you at all~"

[Apollymi]

Kur was in for a very rude awakening, or rather a playful one. That little tap to her bosom sent a surge of sensation through her chest which made her twitch on her feet just a little. Her face reddened immediately after and she found a hand on her chest which also did nothing to quell the extra sensation. "Wait wait, don't do that... I'm still all tingly," she stated. Ah, but Ishtar didn't like these moments of being ignored. She could only scoff and huff until Sukuna went back to paying attention to her.

And then it was back but what did Sukuna have to say. He had four eyes? Yes, that was true, creepy but true. "There is no one with a form exactly like mine!" claimed Ishtar which only made Kur laugh a little bit. "Mom has the exact same shape as you." That was the one correction and a scoff came from Ishtar. "That doesn't count, even Anu didn't acknowledge that such a thing existed, she's old!" she exclaimed. "She doesn't look it." said the death goddess. "No one asked you Kur." she said to the death goddess which made her smile. "Brye vensh daar han ven chenm czek nevt" That one came as a curse, it was a command. Ishtar could no longer utter that name, if she tried, she'd bite her tongue. More or less, Ishtar's pronunciation of her name always came with an intonation that the death goddess didn't like. And now that she was all sparkly and tingly she figured it was time to be called something a bit more fitting of her actual works. "Ereshkigal. Yes, that's a name I can live with," she said with a smile. She'd just renamed herself after her mother and after her great works.

Beyond these points, Ishtar's form was injured presently. But, Sukuna would be fixing that. His words made it appear that he truly appreciated her and she became prouder in the moment. All it would take is the man wanting more from her and he'd come back to his senses and get rid of Kur. "Of course you made her thicker, Kur---" another tongue bite happened as she tried to argue a point. That curse was more appropriately potent. Kur had already renamed herself. Whatever the case soon after, she had a mark on her pelvis which seemed to be aligned oppositely to what Ereshkigal had felt but... it wouldn't have nearly that effect. A full hand with clawed fingers was shoved into Ishtar's undercarriage as she was being insulted and she... moaned. There was no sound of pain and no registration that anything negative had happened at all. In fact it seemed she enjoyed this attention. Ereshkigal looked astounded and slightly grossed out. She figured there was something wrong with Ishtar but not that she was... this. "Eww."

[Bloodedge]

Tingly was how the death goddess described her current level of sensitivity when struck. Sukuna was fully aware that her seal had not yet been retracted, and intended to keep using it if she decided to be a bit... snippy again. Since she reacted so favorably to that little tap, Sukuna repeated the process several times over to assault the other teat, each leg, her abdomen, et cetera. His smaller set of eyes were watching her all the while, and his primary pair remained trained on Ishtar.

No one had a form exactly like hers, the green-haired one said. The first Creator Sukuna had seen in this cycle boasted the exact same form, and moments before surpassing Ishtar, Kur could be considered the same as well. When it was pointed out that their mother had the same form, Ishtar completely disregarded the notion by claiming the woman was old. Sukuna hadn't seen the one called Ki, but he'd seen her newer form and assumed there was no great difference between the two. As such, calling her old was something utterly ridiculous.

Apparently, Kur was in the process of deciding a new name for herself. She didn't fancy Ishtar continuing to address her as Kur, it seemed, even going so far as to curse the other goddess if she attempted such again. Ereshkigal was the name she chose, continuing the naming pattern of Creators with homage to her mother, status and purpose. "Not a bad choice," Sukuna commented absently. With that, he was onto dealing with Ishtar and... whatever the hell kind of reaction she was having to pain. Sukuna was certain he'd officially seen all reactions to torture. There was hardly a difference between his arm and cock, so he didn't expect much from his arm's girth. On the other hand, he dove into Ishtar's core with extended fingers bearing claw-like nails, and even gave her a seal that created pain from all forms of contact. Ishtar's reaction was still... moaning. What? How? Why? It didn't make sense! For the first time since his arrival, Sukuna was genuinely dumbfounded. "What the fuck is that? Why do you like this?" he asked Ishtar. "Why does she like this?" he asked Ereshkigal without waiting for the previous answer. "Do all of you like this?!"

[Apollymi]

Apparently the warning that she was still tingly wasn't enough to discourage Sukuna. Several more such taps made their way to various aspects of her body and Ereshkigal as she was now being called, squirmed, squealed and giggled at the attention. It was after all a pleasurable sensation though she could have gone without this current level of attention. "Come on... that's not really fair." she managed though that tingling sensation of her skin would not stop at all even after he was done with her. Beyond this Sukuna also seemed to find a problem with the way Ishtar viewed the mother of the gods. He'd likely seen at least a version of her, and understood Ereshkigal's main point.

Moving on from this point, Ereshkigal cursed the goddess Ishtar for calling her 'Kur' and then Sukuna said her new name wasn't a bad choice. That little notion seemed to make the rather innocent girl happy. "I mean... I guess... thanks," she finally managed. She was frightfully embarrassed but such a happy moment couldn't actually last. Why? Because it was Ishtar's turn for punishment and her response to it was nothing but moans. Ishtar didn't even get a chance to answer the question before she was moaning again and Kur was instead here to answer it instead. "Absolutely not! I'm sure everyone has preferences but I am quite certain I am not taking claws to my insides and being happy about it," she mentioned seeming to find the whole situation off-putting. "I wouldn't question you at all. I know that seal is the inverse of the one on me, but I definitely wouldn't have put my hand in there... she's gross." Ereshkigal said in an oddly childish way. Ah, but what of Ishtar, did she have anything to say for herself? Nothing if her body was currently being given any kind of stimulation she was definitely just going to moan about it. "Trash! All of you have the audacity to look down on me when I am perfection incarnate." uttered that sentence seeming not to find anything wrong. "No. Not that. I did hear a story from the Gallu about her taking a long trip in the underworld and ending up with a sword in the butt," she said shrugging. Ishtar managed to look surprised. "If you know of my glorious tryst with Gilgamesh then you know I am magnificent," she said seemingly completely deluded.