Prompt: Somehow, the useless goddess Ishtar had managed to lose Gugalanna? She was going to get Ritsuka killed with her foolishness and pride. Yes, she needed to suffer. So when Gilgamesh proposed that Ishtar get raped into unconsciousness publicly, Ereshkigal leapt at the idea. But why... did it have to be Ritsuka? She tried to pay attention to Gilgamesh and Roman discussing how to combat Tiamat but... Ritsuka...

Tags: Ritsuka Fujimaru/Ishtar/Ereshkigal, public sex, humiliation, doggystyle, knocked out from the pleasure, mind break, voyeurism, Ritsuka is a literal fucking machine


"Fear not. I already see a strategy for victory. Here is a chance for Ishtar to actually be useful!" King Gilgamesh had just returned from having worked himself to death and defeated Gorgon. Yet, the situation felt more dire than it did when Gilgamesh was dead and Gorgon was the biggest threat to resolving the singularity. Now they had to deal with the Primordial Mother and an Evil of Humanity, Tiamat. It was a relief to everyone present that Gilgamesh had a plan.

"...? Why me?" Ishtar questioned shifting on the balls of her feet.

"Oh...! I see. With Ishtar, certainly!" The voice of Doctor Roman chimed in over the comes. "Victory is assured!"

"Oh, that's right, yes! It'll be a cinch with Ishtar, yes!" Quetzalcoatl cheered.

"So that's how we'll do it! You're amazing, Ishtar!" Jaguar Warrior repeated, not really knowing what they were cheering about.

"That's our Ishtar!" Ritsuka beamed. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet with excitement.

"...Humph. It's not that Ishtar herself is all that," Ereshkigal grumbled from within the mirror she was using to join in on the conversation. "Anu spoiled her rotten. I'm so much more amazing because I can set up an underworld gate."

"I think you're pretty amazing too, Ereshkigal!" Ritsuka was quick to reassure her with a thumbs up and a wide smile.

"Guuuuh!" Ereshkigal stammered. "Err-uh…" Her face lit up as red as her eyes as she twirled the ends of her blonde hair nervously. "D-Dön't just say something like that, you idiot!"

"Why is everyone so excited!?" Usually Ishtar would have been teasing Ereshkigal over this, but she hadn't even looked at her- she was staring at her feet- her cheeks nearly as red as her sisters.

"Hahaha," Gilgamesh laughed. "You are just playing dumb. What a nice way of showing us the ace up your sleeve." His expression turned solemn. "But enough of that. Come now. Call on Gugalanna."

"Urk."

"Yes. Gugalanna, the Bull of Heaven, who serves Ishtar! It's said to be as big as a mountain and Sumer's greatest Holy Beast!" Mash's eyes lit up with joy as she described the legendary beast. "I bet Gugalanna can stop Tiamat in her tracks!"

"Ah, yes… Of course… That's right!" Ishtar coughed painfully. "With my Gugalanna, yes. In its heyday, Gugalanna could even make the Tigris River run dry!" She looked down at her feet again. "Unfort-"

"I heard about that from the people of Ur, yes! Yes!" Quetzalcoatl cheered. "They all say Ishtar's servant Gugalanna is a Holy Beast to be feared!"

Ishtar looked at her in horror. "They praised you too, Ishtar, yes!" Quetzalcoatl amended. "A Holy Beast that none of the other gods could tame, but I hear that you managed to bring it to heel first by being strict, then by being more strict!" That was not why Ishtar had been horrified.

"Y-yes, that's right… Gugalanna is like my...um...vehicle." She twirled the ends of her hair nervously as she looked at the ground. "But everyone, I think you're making too big of a deal out of it. Gugalanna isn't really that great… Honestly! It wouldn't be of any use against Tiamat…"

Apparently nobody heard her. "Gugaaalaaannaaa! Gugaaalaaannaaa!" Ritsuka started the chant and Quetzalcoatl was quick to join in. "Gugaaalaaannaaa! Gugaaalaaannaaa!" Roman and Mash joined in as well. Soon the only ones not participating was a grumpy Ereshkigal and Gilgamesh himself.

Every cheer caused Ishtar to sink further in on herself. Her eyes scanned the room desperately, looking for an escape? If she made a run for it could she sneak out? The exit was only a few hundred meters away, and once she was outside, she had Maanna, the Boat of Heaven. She could fly away and just leave this problem to her sister. She could definitely do that! She swallowed audibly as her face lost all of its usual pallor.

"...What's the matter? You don't look well." Gilgamesh was the first to notice that something was off. "Normally we'd all have to listen to your irritating high-pitched laughter while you brag about how great he is, even though Gugalanna was never really something you deserve credit for…"

"No… Don't tell me-"

Ishtar bolted, her Boat of Heaven taking off towards the outside world with an urgency beyond her normal means.

"Ishtar! Don't you dare run!" Gilgamesh roared. Ishtar ignored him, solely intent on getting out of here before you had to see everyone so disappointed in her. It wasn't even her fault! She just happened to drop it! Ten meters left and she was free. She could see the sky now!

Ishtar collided with a wall and let out an oomph in pain as she fell off of Maanna. No… that wasn't a wall. It was a person- servant rather. A ten foot tall wall of muscle- the Minotaur, Asterios. Out of nowhere, Ritsuka had summoned him to block her path with his body as a wall.

"Ishtar?" It was the ever so innocent Ritsuka who spoke first as he ran up to her. "Why did you try to run?"

Ishtar sighed in resignation. "...I don't have Gugalanna." Her voice was barely a whisper, but not a person there missed what she had said.

"What did you just say!?" Mash said it first but every voice around the room echoed the sentiment, and every single time she heard it, another part of Ishtar died.

"I don't have it! I lost it! I lost it somewhere okay!" Ishtar was on the verge of tears. "I think it was in the north, but I couldn't find it anywhere! I even searched all through Babylon, but I just can't find hide nor hair of Gugalanna!"

The silence that fell over the room at the stupidity they were all witnessing hurt Ishtar more than any barbed words could have. For a full minute, no one said anything, just stared at the Goddess with their mouths gaping.

""Y-you stupid, useless, bratty goddess! Why did we even bother recruiting you!?" Gilgamesh snarled. "Why did you not think to say anything earlier! I had Ritsuka give you twenty percent of the gemstones in my treasury for Gugalanna!"

"Hehehe."

"Seriously! Why did you not inform us sooner! We could have found the Bull of Heaven and not been so royally fucked!" Gilgamesh continued. "Is that just your pride as a goddess?"

"Hehehe," Ishtar laughed nervously.

"Answer me woman!" He snapped. "Or I will reclaim all of my gems with interest!"

"Urk," Ishtar grunted. "I…" Her lips wouldn't form the words to admit that the issue was indeed her pride.

"Ishtar must just be stupid," Quetzalcoatl decided logically. "She didn't notice that she lost Gugalanna until we brought it up."

"I'm not!" Ishtar screamed, her anger overwhelming her pride for a second. "I was just embarrassed! I know I screwed up!"

"You were just embarrassed?" Gilgamesh's voice was colder than the depths of Kur. "You might have just doomed Babylon because you were embarrassed? You are the worst goddess, Ishtar. You will be punished for your folly."

"Can we sacrifice her to Tiamat? Give her a snack to appease her wrath?" Quetzalcoatl proposed with a smirk. Her intention was only to see Ishtar squirm, and squirm she did.

"Oooh yes!" Ereshkigal couldn't contain her excitement. She was like a child on their birthday. "She is the worst! She should be punished! Might I suggest stripping her naked and skewering her with spears? I found that very satisfying last time!"

Gilgamesh chuckled. "While that is an amusing idea, and not actually that far off from what I have planned, I think more permanent correctional measures are the only option." Ereshkigal stared at him with wide eyed excitement as he explained his real intention. "Ishtar nearly lost us everything because the most useless goddess was unable to face her pride. So she will be stripped of her pride. She'll be stripped naked in front of everyone and they'll watch as she gets raped on her hands and knees. All will see that this worthless goddess is nothing but a useless whore, and she will no longer be able to hold onto her misbegotten pride when it only leads to trouble. Her penance will only end when she is left unconscious."

"That's brilliant!" Ereshkigal cheered.

"I don't know… Ishtar made a mistake but," Ritsuka shook his head. "We should forgive her."

Ishtar darted behind Ritsuka's back, using him as a shield from the King whose ire she had earned. "Yes! Ritsuka is right! You should forgive me! I already learned my lesson, honest!"

"You tried to run," Gilgamesh deadpanned.

"I learned my lesson after that!"

"I think she needs to be punished!" Ereshkigal rubbed her hands together eagerly. "That prideful bitch needs to learn her place!" She coughed lightly, her cheeks slightly red at her outburst. "Err- that is, I think that Ishtar needs this punishment- correctional measure to ensure that she won't make such foolish mistakes again. She uh… needs this! Yes that!" Ereshkigal patted her leg in celebration at how graceful her cover up was. Acting like that was embarrassing.

Ritsuka tilted his head to the side as he considered it. Perhaps this was what Ishtar needed? He should trust Gilgamesh and Ereshkigal, they were the ones who had dealt with Ishtar and had ruled before. Ritsuka was just a Master, he didn't have experience ruling people outside of battle. "...Okay," Ritsuka nodded firmly.

"I trust Master's judgement," Mash added.

"Then if we're all in agreement?" Gilgamesh asked rhetorically.

"Hey! How come I don't get a vote!?" Dr. Roman protested over the com line. Like usual, Gilgamesh ignored him.

"Then let's get to it! While we come up with a new plan to battle Tiamat, Ishtar will be punished," Gilgamesh declared. Ereshkigal was bouncing up and down with anticipation. "As the one to capture her, it is only right that Ritsuka be the one to administer the punishment."

"Huuuuuh?" Ishtar groaned. "I thought you would do it!"

"If I were to do it, it would be a reward."

"I can't do it with him! Pick anyone else!" Ishtar begged.

"Y-You know… On second thought, maybe…" Ereshkigal stammered, all of her previous joy evaporating.

"What's wrong Ereshkigal?" Ritsuka asked, genuinely confused. "I thought you said Ishtar needed this?"

"She does!" Ereshkigal snapped as her cheeks lit up with the fire of the underworld. "I-I… just think that… th-that… maybe… that… nevermind." She hung her head morosely.

"Don't worry, I promise I'll fix Ishtar!" Ritsuka swore. Ereshkigal wanted to cry, but also didn't want to because he was here! He couldn't see her like that! Why did it have to be him ? She wanted to see her sister punished but… why did it hurt so bad? Why couldn't they just skewer her with spears?

"Fix!" Ishtar complained. "I'm not some broken toy!

Ritsuka gave Ereshkigal one final nod before redirecting his attention to Ishtar. His hands moved down to his belt, shaking slightly. "So I just…?"

"Yes!" Gilgamesh snapped. "Get on with it already! We have business to attend to, and you're wasting our limited time, by stalling so much. Fuck her unconscious so we can move on with our day."

"Hold on, I'm not okay with this!" Ishtar shouted desperately.

"You can remove your clothes and get on your hands and knees or I can put you in the pillory and you can be raped in the streets by all of my remaining soldiers instead. As penance for the lives you will undoubtedly have cost with your foolishness. Your choice. Make it quickly, we don't have the time to deliberate over such a useless goddess."

"Time!" Ereshkigal gasped desperately. "We don't have the time for this! We can punish Ishtar another way! After we defeat Tiamat!" And maybe the singularity would end before then, and Ritsuka wouldn't be able to be the one to do it, but that was beside the point.

Gilgamesh snorted. "As if Ishtar was going to contribute anything to our plans without Gugalanna. Now choose, goddess, before I choose for you."

"F-f-fine," Ishtar stuttered, her eyes welling up with tears. She swallowed hard, her throat feeling tight. With trembling hands, she began to remove her already skimpy outfit, each piece revealing more of her slender, athletic body. The room was eerily silent, the only sounds the soft whispers of fabric sliding over skin and her own shaky breaths.

Her top slipped off, exposing her firm, modest breasts with their perky pink nipples. She avoided eye contact with everyone, especially Ritsuka, whose gaze was fixed on her back with a mix of confusion and determination. Ishtar's cheeks were aflame with embarrassment, but she knew she had no choice. It was this or a worse humiliation.

With a tremble in her voice, she spoke, "Alright, I'll do it." She slid her hands to her waist, fumbling with the intricate knots of her bottoms. The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, the anticipation thick in the air. She paused, looking up at Ritsuka, her eyes pleading for a reprieve that she knew wouldn't come. He nodded solemnly, and she took a deep breath, pushing down her bottoms. They pooled around her ankles, leaving her completely naked and exposed.

Her legs felt like jelly as she positioned herself on all fours, her knees pressing into the cold, hard floor. The coolness sent shivers down her spine, making her even more aware of her vulnerability. She could feel the eyes of the others on her, their gazes burning into her bare skin. Ishtar took a deep breath and whispered, "Just get it over with."

Ritsuka stepped closer, his heart racing. He had never done anything like this before, and the weight of the situation was heavy on his shoulders. His eyes took in her sleek, shapely backside, her hips swaying slightly with each breath she took. He was nervous, but he had promised to fix her. He would do his best. That was his duty to Chaldea.

Slowly, his trembling hands went to the button of his pants, his eyes never leaving hers. He watched as her own eyes grew wide, then narrowed with a mix of anger and humiliation. He unzipped them and let the fabric fall away, revealing his bare legs. His muscles tightened as he stepped out of his pants, feeling the cool air brush against his skin.

The room gasped collectively as his manhood was unveiled. It was long and thick, standing tall and proud. Even Gilgamesh's eyes widened slightly, and he muttered "Perhaps this will be more effective than I thought... I only hoped for some amusement before we pivoted to the actual plan."

Ereshkigal... she could do nothing but stare as she clenched her thighs together through her mirror. Why did it have to be Ishtar? She was the one who liked Ritsuka!

With a deep breath, Ritsuka positioned himself behind her, his hands gently yet firmly gripping her hips. He took a moment to appreciate the softness of her skin, the way it contrasted with his own calloused hands. Then, with a swift thrust, he entered her, her tightness enveloping him completely. Ishtar's gasp echoed through the chamber, a sound that was half shock, half pleasure.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as the sensation of his massive length filled her, stretching her in ways she had never experienced before. Her walls clenched around him instinctively, her body reacting to the sudden intrusion with a fierce, primal need for more. Ritsuka began to move, his hips a piston driving into her again and again, setting a rhythm that was as inescapable as it was punishing. Why the fuck was he so big… why was he filling her so much…? She had been with men twice his height with way more muscles, and even gods… why was he so much better than them?

The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the space, a rhythmic symphony of flesh that seemed to sync with the beating of Ishtar's heart. She tried to focus on anything else, the conversation of her peers, the coldness of the floor beneath her, the way her breasts swayed with each thrust, but all she could feel was the pressure building within her, a crescendo of pleasure that she had never known.

Her cries grew louder, more desperate, as she approached the edge of her first orgasm. It washed over her like a tidal wave, crashing down on her senses and leaving her trembling in its wake. Her legs gave out beneath her, but Ritsuka's iron grip held her in place, his thrusts never faltering. Why was he so big? She could have sworn humans weren't supposed to be this big. None of her past partners were like this- even before she was also Rin Tohsaka, but just the goddess. Maybe he was secretly from another planet?

Gilgamesh and Roman continued their strategy session, their voices a distant murmur to Ishtar's overwhelmed mind. The room spun around her, the only solid things in her world were the hands that held her down and the cock that filled her up.

"So without Gugalanna do you have any other ideas?" Roman had to shout to be heard over the slapping of Ritsuka and Ishtar's hips. Did they have to do this here?

"I'm working on it," Gilgamesh murmured, his own gaze never leaving the two figures in the center of the room. "But none of our other options measure up to Gugalanna… Perhaps her sister will be more useful."

Ishtar grunted with each thrust, her nails digging into the floor as Ritsuka's cock hit places she didn't know existed. The pleasure was unbearable, and yet she craved more, her body betraying her initial protests. She had never felt so helpless, so humiliated, and yet so alive.

Her next orgasm was a scream that seemed to shake the very foundations of the chamber. Her muscles clenched around him, trying to pull him deeper, to keep him inside her forever. But Ritsuka was relentless, his strokes growing stronger, faster, more demanding.

Amidst the chaos, Ishtar felt something strange. The humiliation of being used so roughly in front of her peers began to morph into something else. A thrill, a dark delight that coiled in her belly and grew with each pounding thrust. She was not just a goddess being punished by a cruel king; she was a wanton slut, the goddess of lust, and she reveled in it.

Ereshkigal couldn't tear her eyes away, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She watched as Ritsuka's powerful hands gripped her sister's hips, holding her in place, claiming her. The sight of Ishtar's body, normally so proud and untouchable, now at the mercy of her friend. This mortal. His cock, was both arousing and infuriating. Ereshkigal's own body responded in ways she didn't quite understand, her nipples hardening and a warm wetness spreading between her thighs. She chewed on her lip.

"Are we sure this is a punishment? I wouldn't mind being in her place," Quetzalcoatl chuckled, her eyes glued to the show. Ereshkigal couldn't help but agree and had never been so glad that she was only watching through a mirror. Why was her stupid sister getting rewarded for being so useless? The blatant display of dominance and submission by Ritsuka was like a siren's call to her, and she found herself licking her lips as she watched Ritsuka's cock plunge in and out of Ishtar's tight, wet pussy. Why did Ishtar always get everything?

Ishtar's body was a symphony of sensations. The pressure of Ritsuka's cock was unlike anything she had ever felt, pushing her to heights of pleasure she didn't think possible. Her mind reeled, trying to process the intense emotions that crashed through her like a tidal wave. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet, it was the most incredible feeling of her life.

Her cries grew louder as Ritsuka's rhythm grew more insistent. The sound of his flesh smacking against hers was like a drumbeat, echoing through the chamber. Her body moved of its own accord, rising to meet each thrust, begging for more. The room around her blurred, and all that remained were the eyes upon her, the hands holding her in place, and the unyielding cock that claimed her.

The orgasms kept coming, one after another, each more intense than the last. She had no control, no say in the matter, and she hated it... and loved it. She had never felt so alive, so utterly consumed by passion. Her mind was a whirlwind of sensation, unable to focus on anything but the relentless pounding of Ritsuka's hips and the delicious ache that grew with each passing moment.

Her thoughts grew hazy, her body a mere vessel for pleasure. She could feel the eyes of the others on her, feasting on her humiliation, and it only served to drive her higher. She was a goddess, being used like a mere whore, and, the humiliation itself felt incredible. The room grew smaller, the air thick with desire, and she could feel her sanity slipping away.

Ritsuka's grip tightened, his thrusts growing more erratic as he felt her pussy clench around him. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and he could see the sweat glistening on her back, her muscles rippling with each impact. Ishtar's eyes rolled back in her head as she succumbed to the relentless assault. Her hips bucked wildly, trying to meet his every thrust, her body no longer her own. The pleasure was like a storm, raging through her, leaving her trembling and gasping for air. She could feel every inch of him, stretching her, filling her, and she knew she would never be the same again.

Her cries grew more frantic, her voice hoarse from the screams that had torn from her throat. Her breasts bounced with each movement, her nipples hard and sensitive, begging for his touch. Yet, he remained silent, his eyes locked on her back, his expression unreadable as he continued to fuck her into oblivion. It was as if he was claiming her soul with every thrust, his cock a weapon of pleasure that she had no defense against.

Ishtar's body arched, her back bowing as she tried to escape the relentless pounding. Her muscles tightened and released, her pussy clamping down on him like a vice with each wave of pleasure. Her thoughts were a jumble of sensations, each orgasm crashing over her like a never-ending wave. She felt her insides stretch and quiver, rearranging themselves around his massive girth, her body molding to accommodate him.

Her eyes, though glazed with pleasure, searched the room, finding Ereshkigal's gaze in the mirror. There was something in her sister's eyes that was so common to see- a mix of envy and need that sent a shiver down her spine. She tried to smirk at Ereshkigal, but it wasn't very effective or heartfelt- a mask she failed to supply . As her sister watched and never got to touch. She moaned his name in spite of herself, coming with a cry of "Ritsuka!" the sound a desperate plea for more. "Soon," she whispered while locking eyes with Ereshkigal. Nobody heard her.

Her hips met Ritsuka's thrusts with a frenzied rhythm. Her hands clutched at the floor, her nails digging into the cold stone as she tried to find purchase. She could feel the heat of his cock, the slickness of her own arousal, and the roughness of the floor beneath her palms. Her breath came in short, sharp pants, her chest heaving with each gasp.

The world around her faded away, leaving only the two of them in a bubble of lust. Her moans grew louder, more demanding, as she felt her body tighten around him once more. Her orgasms were like a crescendo, building and building until she thought she would shatter into a million pieces. And still, he didn't stop.

Her thighs quivered, her legs threatening to give out as he hammered into her. Yet she remained in place, held up by his iron grip on her hips and the force of his own need. She could feel every inch of him, every vein and ridge, as he claimed her over and over again. It was a dance of dominance and submission, and she was the willing loser.

The room was a blur of colors and shapes, the only thing in focus was the giant cock pummeling her into the ground. She had lost count of how many times she had come, her body a live wire of sensation. Yet, she knew she wanted more, needed more. It was as if she had been starving her whole life, and now she had been presented with a feast she couldn't get enough of. Her body began to shake, her muscles quivering with the effort of staying in place. Yet, she pushed back against him, meeting his hips with a fervor that surprised even her. Her walls tightened around him faster and harder, her body begging for release after release, even as it was bombarded with pleasure.

The orgasms kept coming, a never-ending cascade that left her trembling and helpless. Her mind was a blank slate, wiped clean of everything except the feeling of him inside her. It was a delicious torment, one she knew she would never forget. And as she reached the peak once more, her eyes locked with Ereshkigal's, she felt something within her break. It was no longer about the humiliation, the punishment. It was about the power, the control, and the feeling of being utterly and completely consumed by this mortal's desire. She screamed his name again, "Ritsuka!" Her body shuddered as the most intense climax of her life washed over her.

Quetzalcoatl leaned in closer to Mash, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Did you know he was packing that much heat?" she whispered, nodding towards Ritsuka. Mash's cheeks bloomed with a crimson blush, and she cast her gaze downward, unable to meet the other goddess's eyes.

Ereshkigal's discomfort grew with the volume of Ishtar's cries. Her own body was responding to the lewd display before her, and she found herself clenching her thighs together to stifle her own arousal. Her eyes darted from Ishtar's contorted face to the monstrous cock that was causing it all. She felt a strange mix of emotions—desire, anger, and something else she couldn't quite place. It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion, horrifying yet utterly captivating. She wanted to touch, but she couldn't… that would be embarrassing, and Ereshkigal wasn't like her sister. Unfortunately.

Roman's frustration grew as he tried to steer the conversation back to Tiamat. He threw a glance at Gilgamesh, who had a smug smile playing on his lips as he watched the scene unfold. "So do we think she can be defeated if we can move her to Kur? Maybe we don't hold her back, but push her in another direction? I know we needed three days but…" The King of Uruk was enjoying the show, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he took in every detail of the goddess's suffering. Despite his own reservations, Roman couldn't help but feel a twinge of something... almost admiration for Ritsuka's perseverance.

Ishtar's body was a symphony of sensations, each thrust sending waves of pleasure and pain through her. Her breasts kept bouncing on every thrust, often enough that they were sore despite being left untouched by her stoic punisher. Her hips rolled back to meet him, her body moving on instinct, desperate for more of the exquisite agony he delivered. Her muscles spasmed around him, trying to push him out even as they begged for him to stay.

Her moans grew incoherent, a stream of garbled pleas and curses that filled the room. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her teeth digging into her bottom lip as she tried to hold back the screams that threatened to tear from her throat. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the chamber, a testament to the ferocity of their coupling.

And through it all, Ritsuka remained silent, his face a mask of concentration. His hips never slowed, never faltered, as he claimed her over and over again. The power in his movements was mesmerizing, a stark contrast to the gentle whispers he had shared with her sister, and the kind master that Ishtar had known for the last month. It was as if he had become a machine, programmed for one thing—to bring her to the edge of sanity and beyond.

The air grew thick with the scent of sex, a heady perfume that made it hard to think. Ishtar's body was no longer her own, a mere vessel for Ritsuka's pleasure. Yet, she found herself reveling in it, her pride shattered into a million pieces.

Ereshkigal watched, her breath hitching in her throat, as her sister's body was claimed by this mortal- Ritsuka. This perfect man. Every thrust sent a jolt of envy through her. She had never felt such desire before, and she hated herself for it. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the erotic tableau before her. She bit her lip, her hand inching closer to her own thigh, but she didn't dare go further. She wasn't like them, she wasn't wanton and shameless.

Quetzalcoatl's eyes were glued to the show, her hand moving rhythmically between her legs. The blatant display of lust made Ereshkigal's stomach twist. Why couldn't she be so free? Why couldn't she just give in to the burning need that consumed her? Why did she have to be such a respectful and graceful goddess?

Ishtar's cries grew wilder, her body a blur of arching back and bucking hips. Her breasts bobbed with each impact, her ass completely red from all the times Ritsuka's hips slammed into hers. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her mouth was open in a silent scream as another orgasm crashed over her.

Ereshkigal couldn't help but stare, her own hand hovering over her core. The sight of her sister's degradation was both thrilling and terrifying. Her eyes darted to Gilgamesh, who was watching her with a knowing smile. She felt his gaze like a brand, searing into her soul, and she hated him for it. Hated him for making her feel like this, for making her want what she had never wanted before.

"Ereshkigal," Gilgamesh's voice was like cold water poured over her back. "Tell me, Is there any way it would be possible for you to open the gates of the underworld in less than two days?"

Her mind was a whirlwind, torn between the sight before her and the strategy they were supposed to be discussing. She forced herself to focus, to be the goddess she was meant to be. "Perhaps," she managed, her voice strained. "But I lack… the supply of… magical… energy to do so, and the… cost will… be… severe…"That sounded somewhat accurate? She hoped. Her eyes hadn't drifted from the sight of her sister receiving more blessings that she did not deserve. Why did Ishtar always get everything?

Roman's voice cut through the haze, his frustration palpable. "We need to focus on the task at hand. We can deal with personal matters later."

Ereshkigal's cheeks burned at his rebuke, but she knew he was right. She took a deep breath, willing herself to ignore the sounds of passion that filled the room. But as she turned back to the conversation, her eyes were immediately drawn away back to Ritsuka's powerful strokes at the sound of Ishtar's lips screaming Ritsuka's name and the way he filled Ishtar completely was… wow. It was a sight that defied logic, a mortal with such a monstrous member, claiming a goddess with such ease. And it had to be him of all people. If it was anyone else, Ereshkigal would think it was the greatest day of her life. Aside from those nights talking with Ritsuka.

Her own body betrayed her, and she felt the first tremors of her own climax building. She bit her lip hard, trying to hold it back, but it was too much. The sight of her sister's pleasure, the sound of her moans, the way Ritsuka's perfect muscles flexed with each thrust—it was an aphrodisiac she had never encountered. The notion of her Ritsuka being so perfect in yet another way, it was too much.

With a whimper that she hoped was silent, Ereshkigal felt her body give in. Her legs clenched together, her hips bucking wildly as her first orgasm ever hit her like a wave. It crashed through her, stealing her breath and leaving her trembling. Her eyes never left the sight before her, the sight of her sister being claimed by her Ritsuka's massive cock.

Ishtar's body quivered under Ritsuka's relentless onslaught, her muscles tightening around his length as she neared her final release. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her cheeks flushed a dark shade of red, and her teeth bit down on her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. She felt the world around her spiral out of control, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before, and she couldn't help but love it, even as she knew she should despise it.

The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the smell of sex thick in the air. It was a symphony of debauchery, and Ereshkigal couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight of her sister's identical breasts bouncing with every thrust, the way her body reacted to the invasion of such a large cock. Her own pussy was wet, and she could feel the slickness of her arousal on her thighs, was she going to… again ? Like some shameless voyeur? Gross. She was the graceful and perfect goddess! Not like that whore Ishtar! Unfortunately.

Ishtar's body tensed one final time, and with a scream that echoed through the chamber, she reached her climax. Her body spasmed around Ritsuka's cock, her pussy clenching tightly as she orgasmed around his still rock hard cock. The sensation was overwhelming, and as her vision swam, she felt herself slipping away into darkness and felt empty. She smiled and collapsed on the cold dirt, dead to the outside world.

The moment Ishtar's body went limp, her hair transformed from its deep black to a shimmering blonde, the color of Ereshkigal's locks. "Whaaaaaaaaaat!?" Ereshkigal moaned, shocked at the change in circumstance. The change was instantaneous, and for a brief moment, Ritsuka didn't notice the difference. Had she taken her sister's place, driven by a subconscious desire that she couldn't suppress? But Ereshkigal had suppressed it! She refused to swap this time! She had to trigger it deliberately! So why did she swap into this wonderful place!

Ereshkigal's eyes shot open with a loud moan, and she felt the thickness inside her, the heat of his cock still pulsing deep within her. She had come without even realizing it, her body reacting to the sudden sensation of fullness. It was the most incredible sensation of her life. She needed to feel it again. With Ritsuka . She bit her lip again, harder this time, to keep from crying out. She had wanted this, had dreamed of it, but now that it was happening, she wasn't sure how to feel.

Ritsuka's eyes went wide as he realized his mistake, his cock still embedded in Ereshkigal's tight pussy. He had never meant to touch her, but he had been caught completely unawares by the switch mere seconds after Ishtar lost consciousness. He quickly pulled out, the wetness of her desire coating his shaft, and Ereshkigal whimpered at the sudden loss of fullness. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice tight with tension. "I wasn't supposed to—"

But Ereshkigal was already speaking, her voice strained with need. "Why did you stop?" she demanded, trying to keep the desperation from her tone. "You were so willing with Ishtar, why not with me?" Her cheeks were flushed, her chest heaving with the effort of maintaining her composure. She knew she was supposed to be above this, but the feeling of him inside her had shattered every last vestige of her self-control. He was even more perfect than she could have ever imagined.

Ritsuka looked at her for a long moment, his expression soft and warm. "Ishtar needed to be taught a lesson," he said slowly. "You're already perfect, Ereshkigal. You don't need to be corrected." His words were gentle, but there was a firmness to them that brooked no argument. He truly believed she was perfect.

Ereshkigal's heart swelled, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she felt the sudden emptiness left by Ritsuka's withdrawal. Her mind raced with confusion and longing, her body screaming for more of what it had just tasted. Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, and she stumbled over her words, trying to express the tumult of emotions surging through her. "But... I... I want it," she managed to say, her voice a desperate whisper. Her eyes searched his, hoping for understanding or perhaps a hint of the same desire that was consuming her. Ritsuka only looks confused.

Gilgamesh, seemingly unbothered by the scene unfolding before him, cut in with a gruff snort. "Looks like she wants it," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "And frankly, we need her to be coherent for the rest of this meeting, unlike her useless sister. Get it over with so she'll be able to go tomorrow." His words were blunt and he sounded mildly amused rather than annoyed as expected.

"You want this Ereshkigal?" Ritsuka asked with a bit of hesitation, even as his cock remained at full mast, his erection brushing against her rear end any time she twitched. "Are you sure you want to be... punished ?"

Ereshkigal's face turned as red as her eyes but she gave a slight nod and turned to face him. "I do... okay! I want you to!"

Ritsuka, his face still a mask of calm, picked her up easily. "Tell me if you want to stop." Her slender legs wrapped around his waist, her ankles crossing at the small of his back. He bent her arms back behind her head, her slender wrists captured in his firm grip. The contrast of his strong, muscular forearms against her soft, pale skin was stark and erotic. She gasped as he lined his still-rock-hard cock up with her slick, tight pussy and pushed into her without preamble. The sensation of being filled so completely and suddenly made her toes curl and her eyes water.

Her body shuddered with the force of another orgasm, a silent scream escaping her lips as her eyes rolled back in her head. It felt so fucking good. Ritsuka watched her face, his own expression unreadable as he felt her pussy spasm around his cock. Her slender neck arched back, her mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure. Her breasts bounced with every one of his powerful thrusts, the nipples a dark shade of pink from the constant stimulation.

Her inner walls quivered around him as she came down from the high of her climax, and she managed to gasp out, "Not so hard!" He nodded, slightly loosening his grip and slowing his pace. His strokes grew longer and more deliberate, his cock sliding in and out of her with a slow, torturous rhythm that had her squirming in his arms. Her hips rolled back to meet his, her body moving with the grace of a serpent as she tried to match his rhythm. Her breath grew shallow and quick, and her eyes fluttered closed as she gave herself over to the sensations.

The room was a cacophony of gasps and moans, the slap of flesh on flesh echoing off the walls. The smell of sex filled the air, thick and heady. Ereshkigal's body was a canvas of desire, her skin flushed and her breaths coming in ragged pants. Despite her initial protests, she was clearly lost in the feeling of being taken by Ritsuka, her body responding to his every move.

The activity in the room- the strategy session had ground to a halt. The com unit no longer showed Doctor Roman but a wide eyed Da Vinci who seemed to be enjoying what she was seeing. Gilgamesh looked very impressed with how Ritsuka was handling the two sister goddesses. Quetzalcoatl was having the time of her life, and Mash had fled the room at some point during the sex.

Ereshkigal's eyes snapped open after her orgasm washed over her, and failed to glare at him.. "What's wrong?" she snapped, her voice laced with arousal and annoyance. "Why did you slow down?"

He met her gaze, his blue eyes full of something she couldn't quite read. "You asked me too," he said simply, his voice as incredible as the rest of him to her addled mind.

Her eyes narrowed. "But I liked it," she whispered, her voice breathless. "I liked it when it was fast."

He tilted his head in confusion, then nodded, and then, without another word, he dropped her legs. They hit the ground with a quiet thump, and she stumbled slightly, her knees buckling. He kept her upright with the strength of his arms, his grip tightening on her forearms. She felt his cock slide out of her, and she took a deep, shuddering breath. But before she could say anything, he was pushing back in, his movements fast and hard. She yelped, her body jolting with the sudden change in rhythm. Her nails dug into his arms as she tried to hold on.

Her orgasms came quickly, one after the other, like a series of crashing waves. Her body convulsed with pleasure, her back arching and her head thrown back. She could feel his muscles tense as he fucked her, his abs flexing with every thrust. His cock was a blur of motion, pistoning in and out of her at a speed that seemed impossible. She was so wet, her juices spattering onto the floor with each powerful stroke.

Ereshkigal's eyes rolled back in her head, and she could feel herself losing control. She was a goddess of the underworld, used to being in charge, but right now, she was nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure. And she liked it. And she loved it. Because it was for Ritsuka. Her pussy was tightening around him, her body begging for more, begging for relief from the intense sensations.

Her legs felt like jelly, but he didn't slow down. Ereshkigal's eyes met Ritsuka's, searching for something beyond friendship in his gaze. His eyes were focused, his expression a mix of concentration and something else she couldn't quite place. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the air, punctuated by her gasps and his grunts of exertion. She felt her mind begin to unravel, thoughts of strategy and pride giving way to the all-consuming need for release.

"Ritsuka," she panted, her voice a desperate whisper. "I love... I love you." The words slipped out of her mouth, a confession she hadn't meant to make. She felt a brief flicker of embarrassment, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the building storm of pleasure within her.

His thrusts didn't falter. "I love you too, Ereshkigal," he said, his voice warm and friendly

Ereshkigal's eyes widened, the realization of what she had just said washed over her. She felt a sting of embarrassment, but it was quickly drowned out by the waves of pleasure crashing through her body. HE LOVED HER! Her knees buckled slightly, and she leaned into him more heavily, the tip of his cock striking her g-spot with unrelenting precision. HE REALLY LOVED HER! His grip on her forearms tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he held her up, preventing her from collapsing onto the floor. Her breasts swayed with each movement, the nipples hard and sensitivet. The underworld was the new heaven now.

"Y-you do?" she managed to ask, her voice a tremble of disbelief. The sensations were too much; she was torn between the joy of his affectionate words and the overwhelming desire to focus solely on the intense pleasure consuming her.

Ritsuka nodded, his eyes never leaving hers, filled with nothing but happiness and affection. His strokes grew deeper, more deliberate, and she could feel his cock swelling within her, filling her completely. "Of course," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "You're my friend."

The word 'friend' echoed in her mind, and she felt a pang of disappointment. But the sensation was fleeting as another orgasm took hold of her, her body clenching around him in a spasm of ecstasy. Was this what a friend was like? Her toes curled, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she let out a cry that was half pleasure, half despair. She had never had one of those before. She didn't know why she had hoped for more, but his words had pierced a part of her that she had kept hidden, even from herself. Maybe this was enough… for now at least."

Her hips bucked back into him, seeking more, even though she knew she couldn't handle it. "Harder," she gasped, her voice a desperate plea. "U-Use me like you did Ishtar!"

He complied, his thrusts becoming more powerful, each one sending shockwaves through her core. Her moans grew louder, filling the room, and she felt the eyes of the others on her, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the feeling of him inside her, the way he filled her completely, the way he made her body sing with pleasure.

"Oh...oh, Ritsuka," she gasped, her voice shaky with passion. "Grab my… my.. br–breasts...please."

Without a word, his hands moved up to her breasts, cupping them gently at first, feeling their weight and the softness of her skin. Her nipples, already hard from the pleasure, responded to his touch, and she moaned, arching her back to push herself into his palms. He squeezed, his thumbs flicking over the sensitive peaks, and she let out a cry that was part pleasure, part pain.

"Oh, wow," she breathed, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Yes, like that. Don't stop. Don't ever stop! I love you!" Her body was a maelstrom of sensation, each touch from his hands sending waves of heat through her. She felt her orgasm building again, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in her belly.

"Fuck," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies slapping together. "Fuck, Ritsuka, I love you so much! You're so good at this!"

He didn't respond, his face a mask of concentration as he worked her body like an instrument. But she could see the smile behind his eyes, the joy he got in making her happy. It only made her want more, made her push back against him with a new level of vigor she didn't know she was capable of.

Her hips met his with a wet smack, her skin sliding over his as she rode the edge of climax after climax. She could feel her muscles clenching around him, her entire being focused on the exquisite agony of the moment. And then, with a final, desperate thrust, she was there, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.

"Yes," she screamed, her body shaking as the pleasure ripped through her. "Yes, yes, yes! I love you Ritsuka! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! Ritsuka!"

Her nails dug into his arms, leaving red trails in their wake. Her legs trembled, unable to hold her weight. And still he fucked her, his cock plunging deep inside her, his hands never leaving her breasts. The room spun around her, the faces of the others a blur as she was lost in the sea of sensation.

Then, with a final, earth-shattering thrust, Ritsuka's cock pulsed, releasing a torrent of hot, thick cum into her womb. The feeling was so intense, so overwhelming, that Ereshkigal couldn't contain her screams. Her juices mingled with his, gushing out onto the floor in a testament to their shared release. The world went white, and she felt her legs give out.

As the orgasm faded, her body went slack and she only avoided face planting because of Ritsuka's grip on her, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her body was a wreck, boneless and sated. She felt him withdraw gently, his cock slipping out of her, and she whimpered at the loss of his warmth. "Sleep well," he whispered gently in her ear

The floor was cold against her skin as he laid her down on her back, but she was too far gone to care. Her last coherent thought was one of victory—she had made him cum when her sister, the Goddess of Lust, could not. Because she actually loved Ritsuka and he... loved her- sort of… He would get there, she was sure of it. Her mind went quiet, and she slipped into unconsciousness, her chest rising and falling with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Quetzalcoatl chuckled. "Wow that was... would you mind fucking me next?"


A/N: So uh Ereshkigal!She was kind of the main character of the prompt that only requested Ishtar whoops, she's too much fun to write lol. I think the smut was way too repetitive, but hopefully the switching to observers regularly and what not kept things repetitive. I wanted the sex with Ishtar to be solely Ritsuka doing their duty as requested by Gilgamesh so they didn't really try to change positions or do anything but thrust blindly. With Ereshkigal it was her choice so they explored a bit more.

I struggled to make it come across in the story, but Ishtar for the first time is the one who initiated the body switch when sleeping here. She has a line in Babylon like literally the scene after the one about her losing Gugalanna where she asks if Ritsuka has anybody, is told no (As a side note, even in Babylon, Mash has still learned nothing about Ritsuka's life before Chaldea (Ritsuka definitely doesn't know either)) and Ishtar tells Mash that Ereshkigal likes Ritsuka and then suggests that she'll (Ishtar) have a threesome with Ereshkigal and Ritsuka.

(In classic Nasu fashion, he uses fantasies of a double Rin threesome to distract you from the fact that four sentences earlier he said that Ishtar's body (Rin) knew of Chaldea and like some of what it's actually about in Arc 2! And then the scene right after they have the Gilgamesh telling them that actually singularities do change the past because death can't be undone. (Which god that makes Camelot so much more fucked up))

Anyways, that is why Ishtar was so horrified when she found out that it was Ritsuka who was going to be fucking her. She wants her sister to be happy and actually get something nice, even if she also wants a part in it. Ritsuka raping her she recognized would hurt her sister so she reacted badly, rather than out of revulsion towards Ritsuka. She very much wanted to fuck them, just not without Ereshkigal. And she decides to give Ereshkigal that chance when she is finally spent by forcing her into having sex immediately. It's also why Ishtar tries so hard not to actually talk to Ritsuka other than saying their name while fucked- she's worried first and foremost about hurting Ereshkigal any more than she already is.

Gilgamesh may or may not have planned on doing this to force Ereshkigal to fuck Ritsuka so she would have the power to open the gates of the underworld sooner after getting supercharged through a tantric ritual. May or may not have, I only considered it during editing, but it's a funny idea so I added him mentioning specifically that he is fucking her unconscious a bunch. Conversation around the sex about the plans were super eck because they have them off-screen with just Roman and Gilgamesh, and I could not think of a single not stupid idea for a discarded plan. So bleh there whatever, prompter requested they were too were too distracted anyways.

Mash fled because I did not know what the fuck to do with her during the sex and managing that many reactions was hard, so her being shy and fleeing worked fine enough probably. There's no sequel to this with Quetzacoatl getting the same "punishment", it was just a fun hook to end on. I already think this one got too repetitive.

Next prompt is the one I wrote as a palette cleanser immediately after finishing the Serenity one. Just some good shameless smut featuring Ritsuka and Kiara getting gangbanged without a ton of deeper emotions in it. Probably my best sex with more than two people at a time ever. Look forward to that on probably Wednesday, but I'm slightly more busy this week, so might push it back a day or two.

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