Finis Chaldea

[Bloodedge]

"It's no concern of mine anyway," Sukuna reacted. Ereshkigal could even fail at her goal as a result of getting what she asked for, and Sukuna would simply continue pummeling away until he was satisfied. Ereshkigal asked, so it was her responsibility to make the exchange work out the way she intended; he would just provide the... mana.

Ishtar could never make things work in her favor. This entire day so far, everything she said produced the opposite effect she desired... and she stuck to her proverbial guns. It was made clear that Ishtar would not like hearing such things from Ereshkigal while the latter was getting what she wanted... or rather, what they both wanted. "You heard her. Say even more. Make sure she really gets to see that 'high and mighty' attitude she keeps bitching about," he said to Ereshkigal. Indeed, Ishtar could have just shut her mouth. Maybe if she did, things would be less traumatizing for both women present. Alas, that was not to be; Ishtar's mouth could only be stopped manually.

Having exposed himself, Sukuna was able to casually observe the approach of Ereshkigal, all while the goddess discarded the vast majority of her own clothing. There was much intent in his observation, and much interest in this new look of hers. One sleeve clung to her arm, one similar article clung to her leg, and two pairs of eyes scanned the entirety of her form with those light ornamentations. Ah, and the seal remained active even now; Sukuna had almost forgotten about that part during the annoying uprising of that throbbing Source. Well, he could certainly make use of that, since Ereshkigal had offered all but a method of penetration. A bit of goading was in order. "What now? You don't seem like you're ready to be taken while standing straight," Sukuna said as one hand reached out, nails gliding against the skin of Ereshkigal's collarbone. That same scratching motion made its way along her sternum, traveling between her breasts and down her abdomen. "It probably wouldn't help if I split you in half and put you back together around my dick. I could split you in half either way, though," he added with a strong hint of cheek.

[Apollymi]

"Bleh-" that sound was all. Was it childish? Yes. Was it unnecessary? Yes. But did Ereshkigal regret doing it? Not at the moment. Though she had no reason to behave so childishly all the time, she found it far too easy to do so when it came to Sukuna. Whatever the case, Ishtar couldn't shut up long enough to save them both some extra heartache. Of course, Ereshkigal didn't care if Ishtar hurt her own feelings by falling to the simplest of provocations. It was only an annoying matter to her because she was the one forced to act outside of her own desires to make that happen. "I don't own a high and mighty attitude. It's not my fault she deflects all the time," said Ereshkigal. This was the truth, Ereshkigal or Kur as she was previously known tended to herself and didn't even talk to anyone unless they were dead or in direct need of her in some way.

And what was this? There was a different form of torture in the immediate future of Ereshkigal. She, in approaching Sukuna directly had sharpened nails drawn across her collarbones in before his hand began traveling. All the same that activated tattoo on her body made her feel the whole of it as an overstimulating experience. The kind which of course left her knees shaking just a bit. She found herself squirming a bit under his attention. What was he saying? How, she shouldn't be taken upright, she'd end up split in half. Her eyes widened and that reddened face of hers gained an extra tint. "I didn't think that'd be a problem..." she mused. How did she want to be taken if not standing straight? Ah, he did like the kind of flexible she was, there was one position she could always take which would be an interesting way to start. She propped herself up on her elbows with her bottom in the air and her legs spread wide. "This works right?" she said looking over her shoulder at the demon who'd been bound to her. This was a fine position and one Ishtar looked at and still didn't really get.

[Bloodedge]

Ereshkigal could offer all the snark and childish rebuts she liked; it would not change a single fact or coming event. Ah, but she knew that. Unlike the wilting goddess, she had a functional brain of her own, and wouldn't hesitate to make use of it. As for Ereshkigal's attitude as alleged by Ishtar, the death goddess rejected the idea of possessing such a thing. Ishtar was projecting her own ridiculousness onto others, yes, but that didn't matter. "Get one, and show it to your dying sis. Make sure the last thing she gets is a good long look and listen at you getting something she wanted~" he insisted. Sukuna took a deep inhale after speaking, seeming to be really taking in the potential of ongoing events. Oh, it could be so incredible!

Moving right along, it was high time to actually start something. Sukuna simply dragging a nail along Ereshkigal's torso had her quivering. During the first session, he'd been sure to put her under druglike effect before any penetration occurred. Now, she'd not been afflicted by anything but the seal. Was the seal even something he wanted to leave intact this time? Upon seeing the goddess turn around and take the very same pose that caused his first spark of true interest, he decided... no. Sukuna's grin grew along with his tool, and the seal upon Ereshkigal's body shrank back into the original. He leaned forward, and each hand slapped downward on either side of the goddess' lifted arse, remaining in place thereafter. A fine position indeed! "It works~" he said while snickering. The act of Sukuna erecting his own posture then happened to be the same as his effort to penetrate. His nails firmed against her backside as his girth inched its way past her opening and deep into the canal beyond. If the observing Ishtar didn't understand this position, there was something even more wrong with her than Sukuna thought.

[Apollymi]

According to the demon she was bound to, Ereshkigal should get a high and mighty attitude and rub it in. He claimed that she should show her sister, Ereshkigal getting for herself something that her sister had wanted. Hm, she hadn't really considered that before. It wasn't like Ereshkigal was the type to rub in her victory, but maybe she should? It wasn't like Ishtar herself didn't consistently do that sort of thing to other people, and though Ereshkigal was a rather humble individual, she did win this one, and won it hard for what that was worth. "She still doesn't even know what to do with it. It's not like she can keep it! Ku-" these were the words of Ishtar even while being forced to watch such a thing, also another bite to her tongue. When would she learn?

"Makes that claim, obviously still wants it enough to keep talking. You are not making this any easier for you..." Speaking of winning that tattoo on her person seemed to recede into her body. Strange, she'd been starting to adjust the to constant pleasantry of that situation. Its recession would stop everything she felt from being pleasurable but the position she'd taken was obviously one of interest to Sukuna. To hands were brought down upon her rear, and while it wasn't just painful... there was a certain sting to his hands on her bottom. Then he straightened his own posture and once more pushed himself into her depths. His thickness made its way all the way into her canal where it seemed to belong and given her positioning Ereshkigal felt it all the way in her chest along with the gentle vibrations of her own nether, "Aaah, it's so deep!~" Right. She'd not felt it for what it was initially. Her current speech was that of realization. With her own mind still in place she could feel the true depth he was reaching in her person. It was a rather snug fit in addition to the blood rushing to her head. Ishtar, now nursing another bite on her tongue seemed to be watching less interested in the fun Ereshkigal was having and watching instead Sukuna's aggressive treatment of the youngest goddess' body. That was what she wanted? Why did Kur get to have it?

[Bloodedge]

Ereshkigal couldn't keep it? Sukuna was very much in disbelief of that. Though her first experience had been one of forced pleasure and erratic senses, he figured the lack of forcing would be something she found enjoyable in its own right. A brief adjustment period may be required, but that, too, could be counted as the suffering Sukuna so thoroughly enjoyed. Perhaps Ereshkigal would find no less enjoyment than he, in whatever way she managed. . .

It was not without effort that Sukuna plunged his way into Ereshkigal's body. The way she felt everything earlier must have made insertion easier, as the current push forward somehow showed more resistance. Those pulses from Ereshkigal's side of things were enough of a sign, but it seemed she would also be compliant and vocal, much to his satisfaction and Ishtar's... education as it were. So deep, she called out. When these words were spoken, Sukuna found them... entertaining. Why? Well, he'd make that clear. "Kehahaha! That's not even half!" he stated. Indeed, the demon was still pushing forward at a pace that was admittedly agonizing for him. Regardless, he'd reach the end of that canal soon enough... though that alone wouldn't stop his forward progress. Ereshkigal sought mana transfer for creation and Source stabilization. Sukuna understood that nothing could be stable without first experiencing erraticism. Besides, as a demon, he was quite used to breaching barriers of all sorts to find his place.

[Apollymi]

Ereshkigal was being subjected to a not so sudden entry with added friction. Perhaps it was simply because her mind had been completely frazzled the first time. Or maybe it had something to do with only forced pleasurable sensations, she'd found that previous entry a lot less sensational than this one overall. Of course, that wasn't to say she didn't like, it, for her it was simply a different sort of agony to experience. It would of course, only be made worse by the laughing mention of Sukuna. It was only half in? "ONLY HALF WHAT?! IMPOSSIBLE!" she seemed to be genuinely surprised and she was. Regardless of the adjustment period, it wasn't exactly negative to experience it this way. Her hips were being held and she found herself wiggling just a tad as the rest of the distance was pushed. It was such a strange added bit of pressure, still she did not find herself unhappy.

Only half? Was there something to this position that Ishtar didn't understand. It seemed as if it was quite enjoyable, even if a baby like Kur couldn't completely appreciate it. Maybe she'd try it sometime... maybe she'd show this demon of hers how it was really done! Yes, that was a belief she managed even while the teasing of Kur in her presence seemed admittedly less ill-intentioned than she would have liked. It was almost like this demon enjoyed terrorizing Kur just to take care of her a bit afterwards. It was sort of disgusting for something that was supposed to be evil to have doting tendencies. Of course, she could at least accept them if they were aimed at her, though he'd need more adjusting. Never should he be allowed to forget what was best! Yes, that was it...

Still, push and push he did. Ereshkigal was sure he'd gone well past what should have been the end of her. she felt a push past a barrier of a different source at the end of this thrust. It sent a jolt of sensation straight into her brain from this angle and she was certain it caused an almost rippling tightening of her nether from opening to core. Her mouth opened and small panting breaths came out. Still she had a little nagging itch somewhere in the back of mind a question to ask? Well... she'd shift her hips just a bit against his while she relaxed against her own arms. Actually, she'd like to experience more of those jolts of sensation. Even without the overall pleasure of the seal on her person this was something she'd likely come to enjoy all on her own. Strange she didn't consider that the layering of different sensations might make this better. "Yeah, definitely too deep. Don't let it stop you though~" she probably should have been a bit more considerate of herself but there was no time like the present to test her own limits and she was quite accepting of the attention even with the added stress of it being not simply a pleasurable experience.

[Bloodedge]

There was another thing Sukuna had once been told. Impossibility was, for one of his ilk, only a matter of effort and willingness. Such had always been the case for the Prime Destroyer, and the notion was passed along to the following generation. Here and now, Sukuna figured he could start truly taking advantage of being beyond this world's sense of reason. Deep was a word that would only be accepted when there was no more room to move forward... and he had more space to fill at the moment.

So then, the initial thrust would continue. Sukuna felt (and even heard) Ereshkigal's reaction to having her cervix bypassed. Ah, but that wasn't all. He was not here simply to enter her womb, but to treat it as a second canal for his thrusting. Ereshkigal thought she wanted to experience more of those jolts from the initial penetration? She'd get a bit more than that. By the time Sukuna's pelvis reached the flesh of her backside, he could go for a leisurely swim within her womb. In fact, his hips were already swirling about to produce such an effect. The clutch of a cervix was something Sukuna found himself fancying quite a bit; he'd be making utmost use of that extra-firm clutch. "I wouldn't stop anyway," he stated as fact. With that, he'd waste no further time. Gone was that strange swirling he'd been doing as if to wedge against Ereshkigal's cervix. Now, he instead began thrusting with unnecessary force, each withdrawal only far enough to leave that particular orifice closing around his head before the shaft plunged in again.

[Apollymi]

The depth reached by Sukuna was one which he was keen to go beyond. It wasn't like Ereshkigal would be the one to try and stop him, and given this fact she soon found herself with the head of his manhood swimming around inside of her womb, well past the natural limitations presented by her body. What an interesting feeling that was. It was pressure and movement the likes of which her body had yet to know. He moved around in her womb like a baby normally would but with much more purpose than aimless movements. She found herself strangely moaning at the sensation, wishing to cup her stomach but not currently having the use of her arms to do so. "That's... I..." Oh?

Those little hiccup type speech bits were apparently normal for Ereshkigal as she figured out what it was she was trying to say. But here and now there was something quite different happening. In the time before this, she'd been kept at the edge of her own pleasure for the duration and only allowed to feel the best part at the time where Sukuna felt it was right. Here and now however she felt those repeated thrusts past her cervix and found herself stunned. Her vision was blurring, her insides were tightening and even the muscles in her legs were jumping. All of this happened as a rather intense amount of pressure built at her apex, how very strange. "Wait, wait, wait...that feels, good. Too good. If you keep doing it like that I'll... " there was a pause from her. What was the right word to describe the way she felt? That mind breaking, mind-numbing, sight clarifying sensation... there had to be a word for it that made sense.

All the while Ishtar was forced to watch as her younger sister got pummeled to a pulp. It seemed rather strange, watching the girl sigh, hiccup and cute her way through the kind of sex that Ishtar herself wanted to be having. It was more annoying knowing she'd been made lesser by this young woman's presence. Obviously, this was some sort of punishment for trying to boss around a demon and in the end she'd be given exactly this treatment too. Yes, that made the most sense. How long would it take him to get bored of this particular kind of drilling? Hopefully only a few more minutes right?

[Bloodedge]

Sukuna thrusted and thrusted, letting himself be more physically satisfied this time around. It wasn't always all about the torture; he wanted to enjoy the pleasures of a physical body as well. This time around, he would focus more on that aspect of the exchange. In doing so, apparently there was a very quick build-up to the workings of Ereshkigal's loins. That chamber of creation would continue being pummeled, with the result seemingly being... something Ereshkigal either couldn't get around to saying, or didn't have the words for.

Ah, but Sukuna knew the words─ many viable words, in fact. Whether Ereshkigal found the right phrasing or not, Sukuna would not be stopped. He'd ensure she reached a point of hyperconsciousness, and lo... he'd do it all seemingly before Ereshkigal found her word. "Have a present!" he said excitedly. On the very next thrust, Sukuna's right hand slapped Ereshkigal's backside once more. Both hands then clutched, nails digging into the flesh of her bottom until skin was broken. In that same moment, his seed was spilled en masse directly into the goddess' womb, and still, his thrusting didn't stop. Ereshkigal had made a request. Could he meet those demands with a single deposit? Sukuna wasn't sure, but the answer wouldn't stop him from continuing regardless. As for how long it took him to become bored of this kind of drilling, well... probably longer than it would take for Ereshkigal to complete her Source or lose consciousness─ whichever came first.

[Apollymi]

Torture and physical pleasure. That was the order for this part of the evening. Ishtar watched as Ereshkigal was pummeled repeatedly. At the same time, she couldn't help but be jealous of the other woman getting to enjoy herself. She was perfection incarnate and here and now she wasn't even being allowed to partake. It had to be some sort of crime right? Kur for all her supposed goodness couldn't even express herself properly. And that was something considered cute, wasn't it?

Ereshkigal in this moment, didn't know if she was considered cute. Here and now she could only feel. She could feel the knocking past the depths of her being, she could feel the consistent clenching of her walls. She could feel the vibration of her core, and something else. A clap onto her bottom, by Sukuna and then the feeling of his claws digging into her bottom. She couldn't even get out the name of that feeling before he was offering her a gift and it was rushing over her. The roughness to her bottom and the rushing against her core caused the whole of her body to convulse. She'd hit the peak of that sensation and it was spilling over and it would only be increased. Here and now, mana flooded her loins from Sukuna directly and she was subjected to the rather sudden influx of it's delirium causing effects as well as the physical aspect of pooling. It was a rush, she was bursting forward, she was moving through time and space, she was physically stuck in place, she was. "Cumming!~" That word made a bit more sense now didn't it? It wasn't just about the mana for humans who didn't even know of power. It was about the rush, the feeling and everything else.

At the same time her mind had finally sped up, while her body continued to be pummeled while she continued to feel the vibrations of her physical body, her mind sped up and her source slowed down. Here and now she looked in her subconscious at something that looked like a tangled ball of thread and could see threads rushing in two directions. One forwards, one backwards... and here and now her little hands were enough to begin pulling them apart. So she did. Each strand was followed and separated until she two very separate and spinning balls of her source. She'd managed not to hurt herself. But they weren't properly combined. No instead they were thumping oppositely and in unison, like a savage drumbeat. In doing so her physical form gained more and more light. She seemed to be on the verge of explosion but that wasn't it. She simply needed to put the other half of her outside to help harmonize better. "This is amazing! But I have to break, first~"

[Bloodedge]

Ah, the death goddess found that word she'd been searching for after all. Good for her. Of course, Sukuna would personally take some credit for the discovery, taking his own 'gift' as a push toward enlightenment. Now that he thought about it, he could be one of those religions! Here he was, dumping his load into a goddess of the world, literally sending her to a new plane of understanding in doing so. That's what divine entities did, right? He'd once heard a mortal asking the divine to inhabit them, that they might reach a higher plane. This was the most literal way that could be taken, Sukuna believed. . .

Regardless of his apparent blend of sacrilege and heresy, Sukuna noted the elevation of Ereshkigal happening in that very moment. She spoke earlier about her mind functioning at a higher pace, transcending the limits of her body. It came as no surprise to Sukuna, who knew his mana was the cause for many material world narcotics and the like. Even so, there was a joy to be taken in having such a powerful effect on one called a goddess. Her consciousness was possibly beyond reach now, yet still, he seemed to make a very conscious effort of rearranging her insides.

[Apollymi]

That word had been found by Ereshkigal and Ishtar managed only to barely scoff. How could she enjoy such a pummeling like that? Yes, Ishtar enjoyed things like that herself but she was obviously something far greater than others. Her likes could not be counted among others, and she'd learned that most did not enjoy it. So, why then did her younger sister have to steal her special qualities? She didn't know, but it was far from normal. The girl hadn't said anything at all to the man in a few moments either. If she was unconscious shouldn't he be abandoning her form? Why was he still buried between her thighs? Why was he still pummeling away at her? He'd already finished once apparently so why did he bother doing more? A few of hers did so, but they were just rude and enjoyed messing with her. No one enjoyed Kur that much, it was obvious by her constant state of loneliness. She didn't even find anyone else to do it with her after Ishtar stole Gugalanna from her. It was obviously because she was faulty and Ishtar was perfect.

Yes. Yes... she would think she was perfect, all while she had no skin to speak of. The half closed eyes of Ereshkigal opened to see the red mostly pulsing ball that was Ishtar's flesh and almost screamed. She'd seen many things in her years, but the entire musculature of a completely skinned goddess was far from a comforting sight. Whatever the case, she was now in her body enough to be conscious and still being pounded away at. "I... I...might have a gift for you, but it might depend on what you think of as a present..." she said as her body reached a maximum glow. It was obvious to her internally that she couldn't put her two cores together. But given how easily she split them apart she'd likely be able to accommodate this particular change. A bit of light based energy was left swirling around her hands as the brightness of her body reached its maximum and then, it exploded outward.

In the aftermath of a blinding explosion, there was Ereshkigal, still bent over in her dark accessories with her slightly gloomy disposition and red eyes. And across from her, was a face very similar to her own, with a sinister smile and large purple and pink eyes with diamond shaped pupils and light pink hair with white wisps in it. She was also stark naked and seemed to have all the confidence in the world about it. "Aw, look at you. It seems like a lot of fun. You aren't gonna leave me out are you?" she teased in a strangely direct manner.

[Bloodedge]

As Sukuna pummeled away, he received no audible reaction from Ereshkigal. Such had previously been the case for a short time, but now, she was a bit quicker to recover. Knocking and knocking, Sukuna received words eventually. Those words... they belied the end of Ereshkigal's mental processes, at which point she mentioned having a gift for him in return. What could she have meant? It depended on what he considered a 'present' according to the goddess herself. Well, wasn't that an exciting mystery?

A mysterious notion was not left as such for very long. Within Ereshkigal's hand was a swirling sphere of light. Sukuna had seen many Sources in his time, and what he saw there was undoubtedly an immature Source. An explosion of blinding light ensued, and then... that sphere was gone. In its place however, there was a female figure standing across from Ereshkigal. The figure itself was that of Ereshkigal's, as was the face... though there were some stark differences. All that light seemed to have shrank into this new entity's body to become an ethereal and attractive glow. Some goddesses of this world possessed something like that naturally, but this was an inviting glow that one could only see in the old world of Mystery. Sukuna hadn't stopped thrusting into Ereshkigal from behind, yet now, all four of his eyes were pinned on the newcomer.

"... Keh!" the demon snickered upon hearing the new woman's query. He knew exactly what this woman was, and where this was going as a result. Sukuna's lower pair of eyes closed. Once more, additional arms grew from his back and pushed against his shoulders until a new Sukuna emerged from the original's rear. This one was not to take up the other side of Ereshkigal as it did before. Instead, he gradually encroached upon the rear of the newcomer. "This just keeps getting better! I thought the other one was as good as things could get... but I like this," he said while thoroughly inspecting her form.

[Apollymi]

It took a shorter amount of time for Ereshkigal to manage to split her Source in two. In so doing she created what was essentially two separate beings. The self of hers that existed because of this world, the Goddess of the Underworld. And the version of her which would have existed if the plans of this world hadn't been thrown off, the Goddess of Love and Beauty. And now that version was the subject of study for several pairs of eyes. There was first Ereshkigal who found this other form of herself to be rather inviting. There were the eyes of Sukuna who seemed to understand the kind of entity she actually was. And finally there were the unblinking eyes of Ishtar. Ishtar looked at this new person and had several questions. She first assumed that this was just some extra person. Men were always so needy, they always wanted more than they were even worthy of handling. But... he wouldn't have called some extra woman right? And this one looked too much like Kur to just be some extra. Obviously, that didn't make sense to her though, did she just create another face and cast it outside. "Hmph, another thing you steal from me. Only I, Ishtar have the ability so you obviously stole it. How did you separate yourself?" she asked. A laugh emerged from both versions of the pink haired woman.

"She's really stupid, if she thinks we'll be telling her anything~" she said the newest one with those bright irises of hers settling in. "Yeah, also she really thinks it's just her? So, she also doesn't recognize Mom..." said Ereshkigal. And then she watched, her demon of choice split seeming apt to join in the fun with her other self. She could hardly blame him. And this newest incarnation of herself seemed just as excited to get started. As such she took the same position that Ereshkigal had ripe for the taking. She also looked at her other self, understanding the information around why she was created and how they planned to fix the rest of their current problems. What she would say next would sound extra flirty and make Ishtar scoff aloud. "We should hold hands while they do it~ It'll be nice to have something soft to hold on to~" she uttered to herself. "Besides I can show you paradise!~" she chimed seeming to find it funny. Whenever copulation properly started for that one, she'd extend a hand to her opposite self. If left to their own devices they'd end up pressed against each other. Chest to chest, glowing body to glowing body, their heartbeats and breaths, slowly syncing up as they were used by their demon husband. "I guess it's fine, since it's just us~" This was what Ereshkigal had to say about it.

[Bloodedge]

Upon witnessing Ereshkigal spawn another copy, nay, another version of herself, Ishtar claimed she had stolen an ability of the green-haired goddess. Even Sukuna knew this to be false. This may have been the first time he'd seen someone split off another version of themselves, but multiple Sources taking multiple forms had been something seen even in the old world, albeit rare at the time. "Who gave you that dumb idea?" the second Sukuna questioned. "This separation is something I've never seen, but no two Sources are the same. Anybody with more than one could do this shit," he stated.

Sukuna also wondered how she managed to separate herself. He, however, would not waste precious time asking pointless questions. He could always find the answer to that later, but first, there were two bodies that were actually worth shoving his cock into. So... he'd be doing that. The second Sukuna had no solid idea about how he'd take this new body, nor did he need one; she handled it herself by taking the same position as her predecessor. Once the two women were facing each other, the second was to be penetrated just as the first had been... but alas, she wasn't. Once Sukuna sank his nails into her rump, he felt almost compelled to lean forward. This apparent goddess governing Love and Beauty would first be subjected to Obscenity by having her rectum penetrated by tongue. This time around, Sukuna hadn't even bothered spawning a mouth in his hand to do so; he dove face-first into her ass and seemed to be relishing in doing so. All the while, the first still hadn't stopped thrusting into the goddess' original form.