The Creators Ch. 04

"Holy shit," Gloria gasped, climbing up my body and laying her head on my heaving chest, her red eyes staring their adoration, "I forgot what it was like to lay with divinity."

"Hey Gloria?" I said, feeling memories and thoughts rearrange in my head. "You're not really my sister, are you?"

"You're an absolute genius, Your Holiness," Gloria smiled, planting a kiss on my nipple. "Don't ever let anyone tell you you're a simple hillbilly from butt-fuck nowhere."

"And you, Tera?" I asked as the succubus languidly crawled over to me, and rested her head in my lap. "You're not really my sister either, are you?"

"I can be if you want," Tera smiled blissfully, her tongue caressing my deflating member. "I'll be whatever you want, whoever you want, however you want it, Brandon."

"So," I said, feeling my mind piece back together, "what the fuck was the point of all that?"

"Hmm," Gloria hummed with a small smile as she lazily circled my nipple with her finger, "tell me, Your Holiness, what is the first thing that comes to your mind when I say the name, 'Angela?'"

Angela sitting reservedly on the bed, clinging to a shawl that wraps her nubile figure. She stares nervously up at me, her shoulders hunched demurely, her smile small and shy. She looks down, bashful, her face blushing, her body shrinking. I take her by the chin, affectionately running my thumb over her flushing cheek, raising her gaze to meet mine. Her smile broadens, the fear leaves her, she lets the shawl go. It flows off her, draping from curve to curve until it shows her beautiful nakedness. I lower my face to hers, and her eyes close as her lips part.

"Oh... fuck," I whispered as I grew hard as a rock.

ASTRID

I lay satisfied and ashamed, blissful and disgraced atop the table. The crowd was gone, the doors were locked, and the last man had finished inside me. The manic euphoria that had possessed me was gone, but I still felt different. I wasn't the same woman who had walked through those brothel doors. I had enjoyed the sins meant to torment me, and had reveled in the debasement of myself. To make things worse, I realized I didn't feel as ashamed as I wanted to. In fact, the biggest source of shame for me, was that I felt so little of it. There were warrior women who would have fallen on their own blade after enduring what I had endured, but me? I was looking forward to the next time it would happen. You are a disgrace, my conscience told me. You aren't even a valkyrie anymore. I tried to convince myself this was all in the service of my god, that it was a noble sacrifice I had to make, but it didn't feel that way. I had to be very careful and conscious of my state of being; Mistress said she'd try to twist and change me, and with Corruption inside her, she knew exactly how to do it.

"Astrid!" Mistress called jovially, a young, naked succubus on her arm. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired, Mistress," I smiled blissfully, savoring the hot, sticky seed covering my naked body, and then chastising myself for enjoying it.

"I bet," Mistress smiled, brushing crusted strands of hair from my face, "you had such a big day, didn't you?"

"Yes Mistress," I sighed, peeling myself from the table top. I began to feel the disgust of my situation coming back to me, and I welcomed it; some of that old Iona pride was still in me. I had the sudden and visceral need to take a bath, to wash the day from my body and forget it all; forget the shame, forget the ecstasy, forget the way I acted, and forget the way I thought.

"Justina, would you mind cleaning Astrid off?" Mistress said to the woman on her arm, poking her in the ribs. "You look like you could use a meal."

"Thank you, Mistress," Justina smiled, climbing atop the table and eyeing the filth that covered me with hungry eyes.

"Astrid, this is Justina, my long-lost cousin," Mistress said, gesturing to the succubus crawling toward me. "She's going to be like... your roommate. You and she are about the only two people I can really trust right now, so I want you two to get along."

"She's a succubus, Mistress," I said, placing a foot atop the woman's hair to stop her, trying to keep her skin from touching me. "How will I be of any use to you if I'm the mindless slave of another?"

"Oh, I already broke her in," Mistress said, hefting her pants with some pride. "I control her seduction now. Hell, I control her everything now, which is why she's so damn trustworthy. Let her clean you off, and then put your armor back on. We're going to visit an old friend of mine."

Willowbud walked back to her gang, leaving me alone with Justina. Grunt, Gronk, Flendian and Hacksaw all laughed and drank and stole leering glances at me, and I had the conflicting urges of either smiling back or bashing their skulls in. Instead of doing either of those things, I cast my eyes on the succubus girl who was slowly licking her way up my legs with her forked tongue. To a valkyrie, a succubus was lower than dirt. They were creatures without morals or codes, creatures who would do anything and everything to feed their bottomless hedonism. And yet, according to the highest authority in the world, the goddess of rock and stone, Justina was my equal. It's fitting, really, my conscience chastised me, after what you did earlier.

"Well," I sighed, relaxing on my elbows, "I suppose we should get to know each other."

"Mmmm," Justina replied, completely lost in her lustful feeding, her tongue working past my knees and up my thighs.

"I'm Astrid Skyborne," I said, spreading my legs as she crawled between them. "I'm the daughter of Freydis, High Guard of Iona, if you can believe that."

"Mmmm," Justina replied again, her tongue flicking higher and higher.

"You're not much for conversation, are you?" I chuckled, breathing a little faster as her forked-tongue began to tickle the outside of my gaping anus, tasting the reservoir of man that leaked from me. "I suppose we have that in common."

Justina didn't even bother humming an answer. She placed her small hands on either side of my gape, and spread me gently open, letting the seed spill onto her awaiting tongue. She lapped it up like a cat does milk, and then turned her violet eyes up to me, and lowered her lips to my pooling sphincter. Her mouth pressed tenderly to the stretched outline of my anus, and her tongue snaked as deeply as it could go, squirming through my insides and tasting every cum-covered surface that she could reach. I pet her onyx hair and moaned softly as her invading member tickled me with soothing caresses. Lesbianism was another oath I wasn't supposed to break, but who was counting anymore? At this point, I might as well try to break the record for most broken oaths.

"I guess you're the closest thing I have to a friend now," I said softly, gently pushing her face deeper between my glutes. "I'll try to not let my bitterness hurt you. Being the protector of a Creator is the highest honor a valkyrie can achieve, but our goddess is determined to crush my honor. I suspect if she has her way, I'll be just like you in no time. Maybe you can show me how to live without shame."

I tilted my head back and let out a sigh, savoring the feeling of Justina's tongue. If this was to be the dynamic of our friendship, I guess I wouldn't mind. I didn't need idle conversation to pass the time, but a 'friend' who would listen to my verbalized thoughts without complaint or comment would be nice. I just wished she'd get back to licking me, because for some reason she'd stopped. Her tongue withdrew, her lips parted, and she breathed fast, shallow breaths on my entrance. I looked down, and saw two pale-blue eyes staring from a face they didn't belong to.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Justina asked with a voice that was not her own. I didn't need to think about what to do next. I trapped Justina between my thighs, gripped her horns, and prepared to snap her neck. Mistress's cousin or not, it was obvious that she was an infiltrator with astral power; it seemed my god's trust in the girl was misplaced. I was a breath away from ripping her spine apart when a feeling stopped me. A great, irresistible arousal awoke from between my thighs, coursed through my blood and seeped into my brain. Justina had her bare hands pressed to my womanhood, and they were spreading her seduction with full effect. The hormones bled into my mind, surged behind my eyes, and thrummed through every rational corner of my being. I would do anything for her, anything, as long as she sated the hunger that roared within me.

"Master," I said, my hands falling to my sides, and my thighs spreading invitingly.

"Holy shit," Master whispered, "I can't believe that worked."

"Please, Master," I begged, thrusting my hips forward, "please feed from me!"

"Calm down!" Master hissed, looking nervously at the bar where Mistress and her gang were drinking. "I order you to shut the fuck up!"

I did as commanded, but the insatiable need still coursed through me. I twisted and squirmed, rocking on my heels and palms, lifting my pelvis aloft so that it was level with her face, my eyes burning with my desperation.

"I have some questions for you, Astrid," Master said, "and you're going to answer them quietly, OK?"

I nodded frantically, hoping beyond hope that if I answered her questions, Master would sate my need.

"Did you just say Willowbud is a Creator?" she asked, her forked-tongue flicking from her mouth and trailing its twin-points gently along my oozing slit.

"Yes," I whispered, biting my lip with want, "she is the Earth Former."

"Bullshit," Master said, pulling her tongue away.

"It's true!" I sobbed, trying to keep quiet like Master said while my desperation sung through my words. "Mistress brought down a hillside, she formed a statue of me from nothing, she ripped the bedrock from beneath the sand, and she re-forged the blade of Iona! Please, Master; please touch me!"

"Holy shit, you're not lying," Master whispered, her voice small and fearful.

"No!" I hissed, trying to remind Master of what I had to offer by driving my hips forward. "Valkyries cannot speak untruths! I would never lie to you! Please touch me!"

Master split my slit with forked fingers, and watched as a mixture of seed and nectar flowed freely from my reddened, swollen petals. She crinkled her nose as though it disgusted her, and then tested the concoction with a tentative lick. Her eyes widened, and she licked me again, and again, and again. Soon, her lips were wrapping around my petals, her dilated eyes were rolling into her head, and she was humming a whorish tone as her tongue wriggled wonderfully through my depths. I moaned with her, savoring every little motion of her mouth, gasping as she sucked gluttonously of my folds, hissing air through clenched teeth as her tongue caressed every vulnerable spot. She swallowed continuously as though she were drinking from a fountain, and then she pulled away, her pupils shrinking and her eyes refocusing.

"Holy fuck," Master said, licking her lips, "cum is like crack to Justina's body."

"I have more!" I said, smiling adoringly and spreading my asshole for her. "Please, take all that you can!"

She wrinkled her nose again. "Can I get it in a bowl or something?"

"I will get you a bowl!"

"I'm joking, Astrid," Master let out a defeated sigh. "For some reason, your gaping shithole looks absolutely delicious to me. God, I'm going to need therapy after all this." Her eyes turned back to mine. "Tell me about Corruption," she said, and slid her tongue down my taint to reenter my gaping rim.

"She's an astral being, a Sentient—"

"I know what she is," Master interrupted. "Tell me about her and Willowbud. In fact, tell me everything about Willowbud."

I started from the beginning, telling Master about how I first met Mistress, how I'd made love to her, how she'd been so kind and humble. Then I told her about Corruption, how Mistress had saved me from her, how Mistress had lost her battle with the Sentient, and how I'd pledged my life to saving Mistress from Corruption. All the while, Master watched me with her pale blue eyes and ate from my holes, licking every drop of man left within me.

"Astrid," Master finally said, slithering her tongue from my asshole, "I think I might be able to help you with Corruption. I'm saying this to you now so that once I release you from my—"

"No!" I exclaimed, "Please don't let me go!"

"No more fucking talking!" Master hissed, looking nervously at the bar. She turned her eyes back on me when she confirmed they hadn't noticed my outburst. "I'm saying this to you now so that once I release you, you don't try to break my neck. We're on the same side. I can't tell you why, but just know, we're on the same side."

Master studied me with a discerning glare, and then said, "I release you from my service." Rationality found purchase in my mind as the unquenchable arousal drifted from me. I felt exhausted, completely drained, and I fell back onto my elbows and stared weakly at the blue-eyed not-Justina.

"What are you?" I whispered fearfully, "And why should I trust you?"

"My name's Angela," Angela replied, resting her chin on my pelvis, "and letting you go should be enough for you to trust me."

"It's not," I said, "you couldn't keep me as a slave for long before Mistress noticed; you had to let me go."

"I could have made you kill yourself," Angela replied. "Willowbud would've believed me if I told her you cracked. All those precious oaths you've broken..."

That was painfully true. I winced at her words, but they did convince me.

"Ok, Angela," I said, "I'm willing to play along for now. Tell me how you think you can help Mistress with Corruption."

"I don't know yet," Angela said, looking slightly flustered, "I can't see Corruption anymore, but when I did, it was like... it was like she was attracted to me, but not in a sexual way. She kept asking 'what are you' over and over again. She grabbed my hand—"

"She touched you?!" I gasped. "And nothing happened?"

"Well, it felt kind of nice," Angela replied, "but that was about it. When I wouldn't go with her, she stepped out of Willowbud's body, and that's when I realized their relationship was less than consensual. Corruption had this look on her face like she'd just locked herself out of her own house, while Willowbud (who was basically anally raping her cousin at that point) got this look of... confused-horror, I guess I'd call it. Anyway, Corruption jumped back into Willowbud and disappeared, and I haven't seen her since."

"I think she appears to you when Mistress is doing something she wouldn't otherwise do without Corruption," I said, nodding to myself, "like enslaving her own cousin." I looked somberly down at Angela, "She's a good person, Angela; she's just... damaged. If you can get Corruption out of her, you'll see for yourself."

"I make no promises," Angela said, "but I'll try when the opportunity presents itself. That probably means the next time your mistress decides she wants to fuck her cousin."

"I hope that's soon," I whispered as Mistress stepped away from the bar, "because she's dangerous, Angela; really dangerous. We're in a city of stone, and she's the Earth Former."

"I understand that," Angela said, looking nervously at the approaching god. "I was planning on booking it the moment I got my chance, but I'll stick around and see what I can do."

"Thank you," I whispered, genuinely grateful, feeling hope for the first time since I'd left Tentigo.

Angela gave me a subtle nod, and then receded into Justina's brain as Mistress stepped onto the table.

"Are you two getting along?" Mistress said, tousling my braided hair like I was a child.

"Yes, Mistress," Justina and I said in unison, in almost equal levels of subservience. I smiled up at her, my renewed hope brimming from my face. I've found a way to save you, Willowbud, I thought, feeling like my old self again, and it only took me one day; that must be a new record.

TERA

The chandelier glowed its steady blue in Gloria's room, illuminating the bags of foliage we'd harvested in a sapphire hue. The soil would take weeks to clean out, but at least all the birds and insects had since flown out the window. We'd completely forgotten about Alexa, and found her sleeping soundly beneath a layer of tulips. Brandon worked with stiff efficiency, not talking to any of us, seemingly lost in thought. Lost in incestual fantasy, more likely, I sniggered to myself.

Gloria stole more than a few glances at the boy, and I struggled to push down my jealousy. Brandon didn't belong to any of us, but I found him first, so I felt like I at least had first-call on his dick. At least until he made Angela a new body. Then again, Angela seemed much more sexually open than her brother. Enough time spent in Justina's head would definitely make her receptive to new and interesting dynamics. Oooo, an incestual foursome! Oh, the roleplay itself would be absolutely... what was that?

The chandelier glowed its deep red, marking someone's blood on the door outside. I turned to Gloria, and she frowned. So, not expecting guests. Great. I reached beneath my cloak, grasped the daggers strapped to my hips, and I sniffed the air. There was a scent I recognized. A painfully familiar scent. A scent that had no idea where Gloria's hideout was.

"Mother?" Justina called from outside.

ANGELA

Grunt, Gronk, Flendian, and Hacksaw stood at our flanks as Willowbud walked me to Gloria's door with Astrid right behind us. I wanted to abandon Justina and rush into the house to tell Brandon what was up, but the enslaved succubus was boiling-over with the desire to tell her master all about him. The enslaved Justina bore very little of her usual sharp intellect, which made her mercifully easy to subdue, but damn, was she tenacious.

There's a Creator in there, and his name is Brandon, and he is the Life Giver, and his sister is in my head, and her name is Angela, and she is conspiring against you with Astrid, and...

It went on and on like that, each phrase ending with an upward inflection, her tongue trying to form the words to please her new master. Thankfully, she wasn't always like this. In her enslaved state, Justina's forward-thinking self was replaced with a dumb bimbo of fleeting, present thought. Most of her inner-monologue went like: I love my master, and I want to suck her cock, and I want to cook her dinner, and I want her in my butt, and I want to buy her flowers, and I want to eat her ass, and I want to get her chocolates... Which, while annoying, was certainly easier to ignore than the train of treason she was spewing now. So, I could not leave Justina even for a second, and all I could do was hope that Tera and Gloria didn't come out spoiling for a fight. As far as I could tell, Willowbud didn't come here with violence in mind, but she was obviously ready for it.

"Go on," Willowbud said, giving me a possessive squeeze on the ass, "call for mommy."

"Mother?" I called, taking control of Justina's mouth and hoping that my voice sounded enough like hers.

"Get ready, boys," Grunt growled behind us, "they used to call this bitch 'Death Kiss,' and for good reason."

"She won't do anything when we got her daughter," Hacksaw said. "She'll come quietly."

She did not come quietly. Justina knew that her mother was proficient in combat, but I don't think Tera ever demonstrated it, because her daughter was as surprised as I was when she came flying out of that door.

Tera went left, and Gloria went right. Tera was buck-naked, I assumed to maximize the chances of skin-on-skin contact, while Gloria was covered head-to-toe in tight fitting fabric, with only her red eyes revealed beneath a veil. Tera jumped over Grunt's club swing, rolled beneath Gronk's axe, sliced Grunt's calf to the bone with one dagger, and drew a line up Gronk's arm with the other. Gloria made short work of Flendian; ducking beneath his sword swing, and driving her curved blade through his chest. She took a moment to rip out the dark elf's throat with her fangs, and then pulled her blade from his chest in a graceful swing that separated his body along the cut. She did not fare as well against Hacksaw. The vampire was fast, inhumanly fast, but the half-giant could take the punishment. She slashed at him with her wicked-looking blade, and he let the edge cut into his forearm before grabbing the vampire by her wrist, and throwing her into the wall. Gloria crashed spread-eagle into the bricks, her impact accompanied by the sickening sound of bones cracking and the deflating whoosh of air blasting from her diaphragm. Tera somehow managed to plant both her feet on the side of Gronk's head, snapping his face to the side and twisting his thick neck into a coil of tendons. He lurched backward, his jaw swinging freely from its hinge, his steps those of a stumbling drunk. Grunt righted himself on one leg, his other bleeding profusely, and he swung a two-handed arc at Tera's blindside. The succubus moved as though she'd known it was coming the whole time, and deftly flipped backward over the dwarf. She cut two deep slices into his bald head as she swung over him, and Grunt screamed as his skull was exposed beneath his scalp. Hacksaw charged at the succubus, his shoulders down, his momentum seemingly unstoppable. Tera stood her ground until the last second, then slid between his legs, hooked her hands on his thighs, and let his momentum carry her into an arc until she flipped and landed gracefully on his shoulders, bare fingers touching bare neck. Hacksaw stopped abruptly; a smile of stupid bliss stretched across his scarred face.