Conquest of the Underworld
Inanna sat astride Sunya's lap.
They faced the same direction, her body settled across his solid thighs, her back pressed against his chest and stomach.
Neither of them wore a stitch of clothing, and Sunya's manhood remained buried deep inside Inanna's still-slick passage.
Perhaps it was because their passion still burned so fiercely, but whenever they found themselves alone, Sunya and Inanna would join their bodies like this even while simply sitting still.
"Sunya… are you angry?"
Inanna stole a glance at his face, gauging his mood.
Anyone who thought they knew Inanna would have been stunned speechless at the sight of her like this—no matter what guilt she might have felt.
"I'm not angry, exactly. Though I am a little hurt."
Sunya gently wrapped his arms around her waist.
He had barely moved, yet even that slight shift made her inner walls flutter around him.
"Regardless of your intentions, my lady, you wouldn't feel good if I went around gathering women to marry without saying a word to you, would you?"
"Of course not!"
"I feel the same. You could have at least given me some warning beforehand."
"…Sorry."
Watching Inanna grow subdued, Sunya closed his right hand over her left breast and began to stroke her clit with gentle fingers of his left.
"Nngh♡"
"So this time, you'll have to indulge a little of my pouting."
Sunya buried his face against the nape of her neck.
His tongue moved softly, finding every sensitive place along her skin.
"Aaah♡"
Inanna began to twist reflexively in his arms.
The walls of her sex tightened around him with growing force.
The folds pressed in from every direction as if determined to snap his manhood clean in two—fierce and merciless, every bit the Goddess of War her epithet claimed.
But that solid length showed not the slightest sign of yielding.
In answer, Sunya did not thrash about as roughly as he once had.
Even a goddess, he reasoned, should not be subjected to violent motion while with child; it could not be good for her body.
Instead, the sheer hardness and size of him were enough—even a modest rock of his hips seemed to send her reeling under the weight of what she held inside.
And when he angled the tip of his cock just so, pressing against her cervix, the sensation was so exquisitely precise it defied description, flooding her with pleasure.
"Aaah, Sunya♡ Forgive me already♡"
"Forgive you? How could I ever dare to forgive a goddess?"
Sunya turned her chin and claimed her mouth.
They kissed deeply, devouring each other.
When he reached his climax, Sunya spilled his seed deep inside her.
Even so, his manhood did not soften in the slightest, still asserting its massive presence within her.
"Why is a goddess's body so soft, and her insides so yielding and slick?"
As if a single release meant nothing at all, Sunya continued to knead Inanna's exquisite form.
Inside and out, he worked her thoroughly, as though intent on undoing her completely.
"You too, Sunya—you're so full I feel stuffed. Haaah♡"
Stuffed.
Whenever she held Sunya inside her, Inanna always felt a steady, grounding fullness.
That she could experience scorching ecstasy and calm security at the same time might have seemed a contradiction—but for Inanna, it was simply the natural sensation that came every time their bodies joined.
"I've thought it from the beginning, but even your moans are adorable, my lady."
He spoke, then kissed her again.
Their first coupling had been awkward in places, but his skill had soared with remarkable speed.
He had learned exactly how to move his tongue and lips to leave her thoroughly satisfied.
If a kiss alone could steal a soul, he would have stolen hers a hundred times over by now.
And as for what was happening below—that needed no further comment.
Creak. Creak.
The chair they sat upon rocked gently.
It was a rocking chair Sunya had recently carved from wood with his own hands.
He had made it solely for the purpose of comfortable, pleasurable lovemaking, and so he had left off the armrests.
With every forward and backward sway, a little more of their mixed fluids seeped from where their bodies joined.
Had they been ordinary humans, the room would have reeked of stale sweat and the salty, fishy tang of dried squid—but mercifully, Sunya's home was filled instead with the harmonious fragrance of roses and lotus blossoms.
I'm happy.
What true happiness was might be open to debate.
But Inanna accepted this time—joined with Sunya like this—as happiness itself.
And more than that, the growing awareness each day that the child in her womb was getting bigger filled her with deep joy.
As far as Inanna was concerned, she wanted this life to go on forever.
"Angh♡ Nngh! Hahk♡"
"Haa… haa…"
Moans, ragged breathing, and the wet sounds of their joining continued without pause.
A considerable time had passed since they began, yet their passion showed no sign of cooling.
More remarkable still was the fact that they had not changed positions even once throughout the entire encounter. Simple penetration alone was more than enough to satisfy them both.
Their physical compatibility was simply that perfect.
"Aaaaaaah♡"
"Inanna! Inanna! Inanna!!"
At the end, Sunya abandoned even the honorifics he usually used, crying out his lover's name as he climaxed—and with that, their coupling finally drew to a close.
Five releases in total.
"Aaaaaaangh♡!!"
Inanna let out a lewd, breathless cry.
Then, utterly spent, she collapsed back against Sunya and gasped for air.
Her face was still flushed crimson with the afterglow of pleasure.
Even exhausted, Sunya did not release the hand cupping her breast or the arm wrapped around her waist—habit held him there.
His cock, though no longer fully hard, remained nestled inside her; he made no move to withdraw.
And so the two of them simply stayed like that for a while, saying nothing at all.
"Is something the matter?"
Sunya was the first to speak.
"Something the matter?"
"Your expression just seems a little off."
"No, I was fine. More than satisfied—it was incredible."
"Ahem. Well, I'm grateful for that. But that isn't what I meant. I was asking whether something else is weighing on your mind."
"You can tell even that?"
"I have a reasonably good eye for these things."
"…It's nothing. Don't worry about it."
Inanna deflected the question.
Given her usual manner, the evasion was strikingly out of character.
"…Very well. But if you ever change your mind, please don't hesitate to talk to me. We may not have held a formal ceremony, but we are husband and wife. If there's a difficulty, I want us to face it together."
"Yeah."
It was a warm exchange—though the fact that they were having it while completely naked, still sticky with the evidence of their lovemaking, made the whole scene rather bizarre to look upon.
Knock, knock.
Just then, someone rapped on the door from outside.
Both Inanna and Sunya already knew who it was.
"My lady, it is Ninshubur."
"Come in."
Inanna answered without a moment's hesitation, and Sunya was left flustered.
She knew perfectly well what state they were in, yet she had casually told the woman to enter.
"You can't just tell her to come in like that!"
"I'm tired. I don't want to move like this."
Inanna pouted like a petulant child.
Regardless, Ninshubur—who had no precise idea of the situation inside—opened the door the moment her mistress gave permission and stepped in.
And then she froze solid at the sight of the two of them tangled together on the rocking chair.
Inanna, still lying atop Sunya exactly as she had been, merely turned her head to look at Ninshubur.
"…I have important news to deliver, and so I took the liberty of seeking you out."
"I know. If you've come all the way here, it must be something I need to hear."
Ninshubur tried once more to keep her facial muscles under control and act as though nothing were amiss—but there were limits.
The still-joined genitals, the milky fluids smeared thick between their thighs, the strange floral scent hanging in the air—all of it kept scrambling her thoughts.
Wait. Floral scent?
She sniffed as discreetly as she could, careful not to let Inanna notice. There was no stale human sweat, no briny reek of the kind Nigina had once described.
The smell of semen was one thing—but given how thoroughly exhausted Inanna looked, Sunya ought to have been sweating. Yet there was no sign of that either.
Is he truly not human?
While her mind was still spinning, Inanna snapped at her in irritation.
"Why aren't you talking?"
"Ah—yes! Forgive me! I came because word has arrived that a funeral is to be held in the Underworld."
"A funeral? Don't tell me Ereshkigal is dead?"
She said it, but Inanna did not truly believe Ereshkigal could be dead.
Ereshkigal was Inanna's elder sister—called the Queen of the Underworld. In appearance she was nearly Inanna's twin, yet like so many siblings, the two of them did not get along.
By comparison, Inanna's relationship with Utu was practically that of affectionate brother and sister.
To Inanna, Ereshkigal was an unpleasant woman with nothing but a lofty nose; to Ereshkigal, Inanna was an insolent upstart.
Even so, each of them begrudgingly acknowledged the other's power and ability.
"No, my lady. It is her consort, Gugalanna, who has passed away."