The Creators Ch. 01

"I'm sorry, boy," Tera said, her violet eyes narrowing, "but I don't believe you."

I seized up in horror just as the hidden door came flying open, and a naked young woman burst into the room.

"Mom!" the teenaged succubus screamed. "Stop!"

Tera jolted upright, squeezed the trigger on reflex, and the bolt thudded into the wood between my legs. I groaned, slid down the back of the chair, and peed a little.

"What?!" Tera screamed, and ran to her daughter. I couldn't help but notice that the woman moved with a naturally seductive grace; her hips shifted dramatically, her ass bulged from cheek to cheek with each step, her sinuous spine seemed to dance above the exaggerated tilt of her pelvis. I realized through my numb terror that she'd been dialing-down her natural charm from the onset. If I knew anything about women, perhaps I would've noticed her anxiety beforehand.

"Look!" the daughter said to Tera, holding up a hand-mirror and angling it so that it faced almost perpendicular to their faces. Tera stared intently, and then her eyes widened. Behind her, Angela was jutting her hands in the air with both middle fingers raised as she screamed profanities that the succubi couldn't hear. Tera looked from the mirror, to the empty space behind her, and then to me. Her face broadened into a wide-eyed expression of awe, and her hands moved to the laces of her tunic, and untied them. The cloth that covered her fell to the floor, and the impossibly curvaceous body beneath it stepped forward in all its bronze glory. I stared with my mouth agape shock as she approached me with a predatory gait.

"Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa!" I stammered, my feet kicking against the ground as I tried to right myself in the chair. "I'm more than willing to pay in gold; you can put your clothes back on!"

"You're still in your infancy, aren't you?" she asked, her astonished expression contrasting the low, sultry tone of her voice. "You don't even know what you are, do you?"

"What you're doing is very illegal!" I said, simultaneously trying to get out of the chair and kick at the approaching monster. "They'll burn you for this!"

"Mom," the daughter said from behind Tera, "what are you doing?"

"We're in the presence of divinity, Justina," Tera said, not looking back at her daughter, only staring at me with her glinting violet irises, a hunger growing behind them. "Empires have been burned to ash, genocides committed, continents plunged into chaos just for a chance... just for a chance at the opportunity we have before us."

"A Creator?" Justina asked, her voice barely a whisper as if the very words themselves were holy.

"A Creator," Tera smiled down at me, stopping out of reach of my kicking foot, "but still just a babe; still vulnerable, still moldable, and still unbound."

Tera caught my foot with deft reflexes. I gasped. Her touch seeped into my skin, suffusing the muscles beneath with a pleasurable lassitude, making me unwind and go limp. My posture softened into the chair, my abdomen unclenched, and my leg went loose in her gentle grip. My heartbeat slowed in my chest and became heavy, my panic washed from me, and my inseam tightened with impossible arousal. I'd never been this hard.

"Still just a babe," Tera smiled warmly, carefully letting my foot drop to the floor, "still weak and afraid and looking for answers. I have the answers you want, boy; let me give them to you."

"Brandon?!" Angela screamed in my ear, "Brandon?!"

Her words seemed distant and faded, as if she were calling from a mountaintop. Tera's hand slid up my leg, her fingertips never leaving me, never giving me a chance to break from their lustful prison. She knelt between my legs as her other hand curled its elegant long fingers about my waistband, and began to pull down.

"No," I whimpered hoarsely, my resolve fading, "please..."

"Don't resist me," Tera whispered, her eyes brimming with promise, her voice dripping like honey. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to give you ecstasy you cannot imagine."

"Brandon!" a faintly familiar voice echoed in my ear. "Don't give in; fight it!"

Tera pulled my pants past my knees, and her hungry violet eyes fell on the engorged member between my legs. She traced her fingers along my inner thighs, pathing felicitous tingles that breached the skin, and sank deep in my muscles, turning everything beneath her touch to jelly. I helplessly watched my manhood engorge before her, becoming so full that it felt near to splitting with the pressure. Her violet irises gleamed, each orb reflecting a fisheye of my curved arousal.

"Wow," she muttered, her voice a gentle song, "you truly are divine. What is your name?"

"Brandon," I muttered, unable to refuse her, and quickly losing the resolve to even try.

"Brandon," she hissed, a snake-like tongue flicking running across her full purple lips, indenting the glistening outline to reveal its pliant texture. "What are your desires, Brandon? What have you always wanted to do to a woman that you could not?"

"I..." I droned, not knowing what to say, "...I don't know."

"Ah," she smiled knowingly as her gentle fingers came together, wrapping coolly about my raging heat, "a virgin. This must all be so confusing to you. Don't worry, Brandon; I'll be gentle with you. You're safe with me."

Her violet irises topped her whites, never breaking our gaze as her plush lips descended, her fingers sliding worshipfully down my shaft to rest comfortably about the flat of my pelvis. I could feel her breath caressing my raging organ from the purse of her lips, and then I felt their pillowing touch form around my tip. I gasped. She licked the froth of precum that had pooled at my peak, the forked tips of her tongue like velvet daggers against me. I groaned, and the corners of her mouth quirked in a smile. She took me in. Her lips puffed about my girth in an air-tight seal, and her long reptilian tongue wrapped around me, stroking me in its lewd hold along her descent. Her eyes twinkled as she consumed inch after inch of me; her lips sucking softly, drawing me ever deeper into her. She hummed a lecherous tone when my tip pushed past the resistance of her throat, and then, quirking her stuffed mouth devilishly, she slid me easily into the tight wet channel of her throat. I could see the indentation of my girth bulging from her neck as she just swallowed around me, taking me ever deeper into her coiling esophagus until her lips squished around my base, her nose pressed into my pelvis, and her throat tightened about her meal.

My head dropped against the back of the chair, a pleasured murmur slipping from my mouth. She winked at me knowingly, hummed a satisfied note of satiation, then rotated her lips to a symphony of gurgles and squelches. I splayed my legs wide by the gentle guidance of her hands, and her head filled the void between them. I dared to rest a hand in her raven hair, my fingers marveling at the silken texture. She smiled around my cock when I finally reciprocated her affection, then she drew upward. My god, it felt like she was trying to milk me! Her lips sucked with a gentle determination that seemed to pull my insides up my shaft, leaving a sheen of her spit to coat my bulging meat. Her tongue ran along the underside of my manhood the whole way up, then wrapped around me again, squeezed, and pulsated as she descended once more. I felt my control slipping from me with each pass of her terrible mouth, every part of me that she touched seeming to deteriorate in a blissful surrender.

"Oh... fuck..." I managed to say as her head moved up and down, up and down; gradually building up speed, but retaining its gentleness. Somewhere deep in the corridors of my mind, I heard a voice screaming my name. I knew the voice, but I didn't know where I knew it from. Its owner wasn't visible to me any longer.

ANGELA

"Brandon!" I screamed, floating inches from his face. "Brandon?!"

His eyes were glazed over, his mouth was moaning, and his face bore an expression of pure bliss. Below me, Tera fed upon my brother with deep, passionate passes. I gave her head a useless, frustrated kick, then looked over to Justina. The teenage succubus bore a slenderer figure and a fuller face than her mother, but her features were otherwise the same. More importantly, she could see me! I didn't know how she could, or what I looked like to her, but I knew she saw me with her naked eyes. She was sitting behind the desk, watching her mother feast on my brother. I rushed over to her, and stopped short when I realized what she was doing. Both of her hands were between her legs, the tendons in her forearms flexing as she pushed her fingers inside herself. She moaned and gasped quietly as she watched the debauchery, and I let out a frustrated scream and sent a kick flying into her face.

Her hair moved. It was a subtle thing, something that could be mistaken for a trick of the wind, but I saw it. I kicked at her again, and strands of black hair brushed slightly past her face. There was something about Justina, something that let her see me, and now, feel me. Whatever connection there was between us was growing stronger, and I needed to exploit it, and fast! I didn't know how much longer Brandon could remain himself, but by the expression on his face, I could tell he didn't have much time.

I dropped in front of the moaning teenager's face, and saw her eyes blur, then refocus. She squinted as though she wasn't quite sure if there was something before her. I tried punching her in the eye, but my fist just passed through her, only disturbing a single eyelash. I tried again with similar results, then scrambled for other options. I bit at her cheeks, kicked at her gut, slapped at her ears, and only got ineffective responses. I felt the frustration boil inside me near to despair, then I stopped, and looked down.

Well... she is a succubus after all. Maybe violence isn't the right route.

I took a deep breath, and steeled myself.

Alright Angela, you can be sexy. I know she's a seductress from the depths of hell, and you're a dead virgin whose only sexual experience is catching your brother masturbating, but you got this! Confidence! I am a sexy beast! I have the best pickup lines, and my feminine intuition is second to none! I'm not a dead virgin; I am the angel of pussy!

I floated down between Justina's legs, and stared blankly at the calculus-level math problem that was the vagina.

Ok... that's clearly the labia, and that's the clitoris, and that's the... what the fuck is that? C'mon Angela, you have a vagina, you should know this! Ok, maybe I'll just put my fingers right... there. Hey, I can feel that! Oh my god, I can feel that!

"Hey, Brandon!" I yelled over my shoulder, "I'm touching Justina's—" Oh right, Brandon is being enslaved by a psychotic whore; back to work.

I pushed a little harder, but my fingers simply passed through Justina's glistening pink skin. She didn't seem to notice that we had made contact, but I knew that I was making progress. I gritted my teeth, then touched her again, this time on the clitoris. My fingers connected with the flesh, and I could feel her warmth radiating into me. I didn't try to push harder, but simply caressed the erogenous bead until it reddened and swelled. I looked up to see if she was feeling it, and smiled as her eyes slowly cast downward.

Oh yeah, that feels good doesn't it, Justina? You like it when I do this... when I do this thing to your... is that the vestibule or the frenulum? OK, dirty talk needs work, but baby steps, Angela; don't try to hit a homerun with every swing. Just stick to the clitoris, and everything will be fine.

The contact became more and more real with every pass of my fingers. At first, I could only sense the warmth of her skin, but soon after I felt the wetness of her, the delicate texture, then the quivering of pleasure. Justina's expression became a mixture of confusion and desire, and for the first time in my dead, adolescent life, I felt... something. It was a strange feeling, an emptiness—no... a craving. My breath quickened in my chest, and an aching desire crept between my legs. I wanted to please this woman; I wanted to see her need brim behind her beautiful violet irises, and then I wanted to fulfill it. Without really knowing what I was doing, I withdrew my hand, and lowered my lips to her depths. I took an indulgent inhale, and I could smell her! The sweet stink of her hormone-rich arousal wafted into my nose, and leaked its seductive tendrils into my primal mind. I grinned broadly, and pushed my face against her.

JUSTINA

At first, it felt like the wind in my hair. Then, I felt one of my eyelashes bend. Then... then I felt something else. I glanced downward, and saw a shimmer in the air between my legs. I cautiously withdrew my fingers, wondering if the sensation I felt was just an errant brush of my hand, but I still felt it. That girl... she had no substance before, but now, I could feel her. It was a slight feeling; a gentle brush that started against my outer-lips, then withdrew, then continued again against my clit. She stayed there, and the feeling became more pronounced the longer she lingered. What started as a soft tickle became a gentle caress, and then I felt heat. Soft wet heat pressing against my petals, running through them with unpracticed, boorish motions. Was she... was she trying to eat me out? I widened the spread of my tan legs and looked down in fascination. The tender folds of my pussy pressed and deformed seemingly on their own as the wet heat ran through them. It felt good, but I still giggled at the inexperienced nature of the motions.

"Are you a virgin?" I laughed. "Lick once for 'yes' and twice for 'no.'"

There was a tentative pause, then a single stroke ran through me. I shivered at the feeling, and laughed at the character behind it. I could tell she had to think about it; she was embarrassed about her inexperience. It was bizarre to be eaten out by a sexually-insecure specter, and I suspected most people would run away from the experience, but not me. I was a succubus, but more importantly, I was a scientist. Understanding came from extensive research, and hands-on research was the best kind. Curiosity mixed with arousal, and I felt a giddy sense of exhilaration in my chest.

"Did I feel your fingers before?" I asked, biting my lower lip in excitement.

A single lick coursed through me, flattening my labia and wetting my inner-lips.

"I thought I did," I smiled. "Do you want me to teach you how to please a woman, my ghostly little pervert?"

A resounding 'yes' smeared across me, and my legs twitched in delight. I let out a girlish squeal and clapped my hands together.

"OK," I smiled, shifting my hips and spreading my legs wider, "put your middle two fingers inside me like this," I said, turning my wrist so that my palm faced the ceiling, and extending my ring and middle finger, "then, curl them like this," I said, slightly bending my fingers forward, "and press along the top. You'll find a spot, and believe me, you'll know when you've hit it. Once you get there, just rub along it nice and slow."

She did as I taught her, and she was an avid student. I corrected her form only once before she had her fingers on the sweet spot, and she attacked it with sensual doggedness, turning my breaths into delighted moans.

"Now," I grinned, watching in fascination as my pussy was spread open and violated by nothing at all, "put your mouth right here," I gestured to my clit, "then wrap your lips around the hood, and gently—and I mean gently—suck on it."

I looked down as my clit reddened with a pressure I couldn't see, and my hood pinched between invisible sucking lips. My erogenous bead and the fleshy cap that bore it were stretched from my pussy, then sucked carefully into the pleasuring mouth of the ethereal woman. This time, I didn't moan. This time, I let out a cry of delight as the feeling surged through my nethers. Her fingers pressed harder against my spot, her lips sucked with more voracity, and an exhilarating rush of euphoria expanded within me. Holy shit, this girl was making me come!

ANGELA

I'd always considered myself to be heterosexual. I mean, I didn't really know what my sexuality was, but I assumed that if I were alive, I'd like men. Now, I still might've had a disposition for penis, but this pussy... well, it wasn't bad. Justina was delicious. I tasted her desire as it leaked into my mouth, permeating its flavor upon my palate until it was saturated. I grinned up at her as I twisted her clit between my sucking lips, watching in pride as the woman's face became a portrait of ecstasy. I made her moan, whimper, and scream; and her weak feminine tones only made me hunger for more. My invading fingers pressed along her ceiling, and I centered on her weak spot. It was easy to find; the face she made when I touched it, the convulsions that wracked her when I pressed onto it, and the flexing nature of her soft abdomen when I rubbed it, were all the evidence that I needed. Watching her pleasure flourish from my hand and mouth made my arousal grow, and I grinded my thighs together beneath myself, almost feeling the skin that should've been there. It was maddening to be able to feel the parts of my body that touched Justina, but not the parts within me that seemed to scream with unfulfilled need. The frustration only compelled me to eat the woman with more passion, and I pressed my face harder against her tender petals, and sloppily devoured her.

The connection between Justina and I became stronger with each passing second; it was like she was somehow sharing her capacity to feel with me. Her pleasured face looked down at me, her luscious lips fell agape and quirked in a wondrous smile, her big violet eyes shone with astonishment, and her brow furrowed and creased with lines of pleasured exertion. Her chest heaved with her euphoric expirations, jiggling her petite breasts with each rise and fall. A sheen of sweat glimmered from her tan flesh, and her spread legs began to twitch with sporadic convulsions. She was coming. I hummed a moan as I sucked her parts deeper into my mouth, toying her sensitive pearl with the tip of my tongue, my lips drawing around her. The long bouts of breath accelerated, becoming short and sputtering exhalations interrupted by manic laughs of pure delight. Her abdomen twitched in a chorus of convulsions, and she threw her head back and screamed as a fountain squirted from her urethra, and splashed through my ethereal figure.

And then, I saw something. A connection, a line of energy running from my mind to hers, a blue spiraling flame of rope that bridged our very selves. I could feel its magnetic pull on my temples, and I knew I had to charge up it. I focused all the will of my being, and launched my consciousness up the connection.

BRANDON

Tera left my cock with a parting kiss, strings of precum bridging her luscious lips and my tip. She smiled up at me as she rose, planted her palms on my thighs, and slid her perfect form up my torso. Her succulent breasts squished against my chest, her toned abdomen stretched and flattened against my belly, and her thick thighs spread around my waist, and squeezed softly. Her hands clasped gently together across the back of my neck, her long, elegant fingers trailing pleasantly through the hair behind my ears. Every part of me she touched melted into a relaxed and weakened state, save for the tension between my legs that only grew tighter.

"Are you ready to become a man?" she smiled down at me, her voice a melody of sweet lust. Her forehead touched mine, and her sparkling violet eyes shone their excitement into my own. I could only grin stupidly back.