The Creators Ch. 06

I managed to hold-in the blue ethereal light that would have shown from my flesh, but I couldn't stop everything. I heard a score of wings flapping from the roof as a murder of crows materialized from nowhere. It wasn't subtle, but I supposed I should've been glad a flock of geese didn't shoot out of my ass. Willowbud was even worse at hiding her pleasured reaction. The entire brothel shook with a shallow earthquake, causing dust to fall from the rafters and soft-hearted patrons to scream.

"Perfect timing," I chuckled between recovering breaths. Willowbud laughed with me, the glint of a secret in her eyes; a secret I knew all-too well.

"What's your name, blondie?" Willowbud smiled.

"Brandon," I said, figuring it wouldn't matter if she knew.

"Brandon..." she smiled, seeming to test the name in her mouth, "...yeah, you look like a Brandon."

"I don't know what that means," I said, grinning confusedly.

"That's because you're blond," Willowbud smirked, poking my nose. "Don't let it trouble your wonderful, little mind."

"You're blonder than me, Night Eyes," I grinned, pulling out of her and rolling over, "shit, you're so blonde it's not even yellow."

"It's actually white hair," Willowbud said dramatically, trailing her hands through her fine strands, "it shows that I am wise and experienced."

"Oh, you certainly are experienced." I muttered. Willowbud gaped her mouth in mock indignation and slapped me playfully. I grabbed her hand before she could deliver another, and forced my face to hers, melting the nymph in my kiss. She resisted for a second, and then gave in; her mouth curving in a smile as it opened against mine. When we parted, her gaze was wrought with intrigue and a hint of wonder. Apparently, not many men had this effect on her, so... yay for me.

"What are you doing tonight, Brandon?" Willowbud asked.

"I was—"

"That was a rhetorical question," Willowbud interrupted with a chuckle, resting on her side, displaying the rich slender beauty of her soft curves, her big eyes smiling with her lush lips. She was such a harmless thing, looking at me like that. The unknowing viewer would think she was little more than a blossoming woman enamored with a young man, but I knew better. The danger played across her twinkling black eyes, and the threat tainted her otherwise-girlish smile. There was no way to refuse her, and if I was being honest, I didn't want to. I was going to ask Willowbud out.

"What are you doing tonight?" I asked, playing her game.

"Oh, I've got some things..." Willowbud said casually, checking her nails, "...are you a fan of the Pit?"

"I've never been," I lied.

"Well, if you want to tag along," Willowbud smirked, trailing a finger down my chest, "I guess I'll pop your cherry."

ANGELA

The moment I saw Brandon, I leapt into action. I walked Justina off the bar, grabbed a patron, and led him to the closet, hoping he would keep my succubus host occupied for the time I needed. I didn't know what the fuck my brother was thinking, but he was risking everything by coming here. Didn't he know the only reason I was staying inside Justina was to keep her from blathering about him to Willowbud? Not only did the dumbass walk right into the tiger's den, but now he was fucking the goddamn tiger!

I darted out of Justina's body and hovered behind Brandon's thrusting back, waiting for the inevitable shit to hit the fan, but it never did. Brandon; my awkward, lanky brother who possessed all the charisma of a cum-sock, was seducing Willowbud. He was throwing out lines I would never have thought of, and working the Earth Former into a frenzy. He'd grown so much since his days of blundering through awkward dates, and now he was having a threesome, though he didn't know it. I could hardly believe my own eyes.

Brandon wasn't just fucking Willowbud, but Corruption as well. The Sentient stared into his eyes like a lover, caressing his face with her ethereal fingers, moaning in congruence with her host. She arched her back and exalted her pleasure, her black eyes rolling into her head, her hips twisting about the axis of Brandon's penetration, moving with a sinuous lechery that was hellish in its perversion. Willowbud was possessed with the pleasure that compelled Corruption, enslaved by the euphoria of her melded parasite. I saw Willowbud show genuine vulnerability for the first time; her body bending to the will of my brother's, her expression that of surrendered passion, her cries weak and needful. Corruption gave Brandon the key that unlocked Willowbud's feminine lust, and Brandon turned it for all it was worth. After the two gods orgasmed, both doing passable jobs of hiding their powers, Corruption receded back into Willowbud, her face etched in blissful satisfaction. Willowbud coerced Brandon into asking her out, then they exchanged a final kiss, and went their separate ways; Willowbud to Astrid and Tera, and Brandon to the bar where Justina had been.

"Hey asshole!" I snarled in my brother's ear, causing him to spin around, eyes growing wide. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Brandon stared at me with mouth agape, a strange expression lingering on his face. I snapped my fingers in front of his eyes, pulling him from his stupor. He held up a delaying hand, reached down, and placed four pin cushions beneath each of the barstool's feet, muting whoever sat in it from Willowbud's vibration-detecting hearing. It was smart, which was how I knew he didn't think of it.

"Why aren't you inside Justina?" Brandon whispered, trying to appear casual as he ordered a drink.

"I had to ditch her in the closet once I saw you bumping uglies with a psychotic deity!" I growled, sitting next to him even though my ethereal figure couldn't really 'sit' on anything. "Just what in the fuck was that?!"

"An accident," Brandon whispered, putting money on the bar and ordering a beer, "it wasn't part of the plan."

"What plan?" I hissed.

"The plan Gloria and I made." Brandon said, dropping a pair of earrings on the bar.

"Gloria's dead," I replied frankly, but Brandon just shook his head.

"You're forgetting who you're talking to," my brother said with a shit-eating grin, puffing out his chest.

"I'm talking to a fucking dumbass," I replied, but I couldn't help but smile back. Brandon's eyes lingered on me for a bit longer than usual, and then shifted sharply away. That was weird.

"Ok," I said, ignoring the oddity, "what's the plan?"

"You need to give these to Tera," Brandon replied, pointing to the earrings. "They'll allow her to talk to me without having to speak. All she has to do is think the words like she's reading them, and I'll hear them."

"And then what?" I asked.

"And then... we figure it out, I guess," Brandon shrugged. "We need to establish a line of communication before we can start anything. I was hoping to remain an anonymous patron, but obviously that's not going to happen."

"Willowbud has to free Justina," I said. "Right now, that is our only goal. Once she does that, she and Tera can escape."

"That was my thought as well," Brandon nodded. "What about Corruption? Have you or Astrid made any progress with that?"

"I'm still working on it," I said, chewing my nonexistent lip. "Once Justina's free, she and I can go to the royal tomes and do some research on astral beings."

Brandon's brow furrowed, his mouth opening like he was going to say something, but instead he just took a swig of beer, and nodded. I turned around, watching Willowbud present Astrid to the crowd, the poor valkyrie covered in welts, but a slutty smile stretched across her face. A procession of eager men walked onto the stage, and Astrid grinned hungrily at each of them before allowing them to take turns inside her, stuffing her holes until every option was filled. Tera played the part of the dominant mistress; abusing Astrid like she wanted, degrading her in front of everyone, making her the object of sex she desired to be, though pretended not to.

"Are you actually going on that date with Willowbud tonight?" I asked Brandon.

"I have to, don't I?" Brandon replied, nursing his beer. "It wouldn't be smart to stand her up."

"I don't think you should," I grimaced, not wanting to mention what I saw happen with Corruption lest Brandon lose his shit.

"It could present an opportunity," Brandon insisted, the stubborn moron that he was. "Maybe I can convince her to free Justina."

"How?" I scoffed, "With the irresistible prowess of your dick?"

"Maybe," Brandon grinned, "she seemed pretty happy with it."

"Brandon..." I said, trying to figure how to say this without freaking him out, "...when you were fucking Willowbud, Corruption was... um... fucking you."

"What?!"

"I think she's the reason Willowbud sought you out," I said, looking over my shoulder at the Earth Former. "I think she's attracted to you, and I don't know why, but it can't be good. You can't go on that date."

I'd hoped that Brandon would realize the gravity of the situation, but my hopes were in vain. His face grew ashen with momentary fear, and then his brazen stupid arrogance came roaring back, and he puffed out his chest in a display of inflated bluster.

"Goddamn, I'm good," Brandon grinned, "a god and a Sentient, both seduced by my mighty girth. Maybe I'll get Willowbud to erect a hundred-foot statue of it in my honor; it would be close to scale."

"I fucking hate you," I giggled. Brandon's grin broadened, and I swore he stole a glance at my chest. I must've imagined it.

"I wouldn't worry about Willowbud," Brandon said, stretching his back and yawning his words with casual arrogance, "she probably just thinks I'm nothing more than a good lay, and if I'm being honest, she was pretty great herself. For a woman who walks around packing heat most of the time, she sure knows how to—"

"Stop," I said holding up a hand, "I've been inside enslaved-Justina for the past three days now, and am quite familiar with the things Willowbud knows how to do."

"Do you... like the things she does?" Brandon asked, eyebrows raised suggestively.

"Justina does," I shrugged, "which means I do when I'm in her head. As long as I let her be in control during the act, I can enjoy it without participating."

Brandon frowned at that, a reaction I found rather strange. Did he want me to dislike the things Willowbud was doing to Justina? And why was he stealing weird glances at me?

"I better get going," Brandon said, finishing his beer and hiding the earrings under a napkin. "Gloria's probably losing her mind right now. Make sure Tera puts these on, Angela."

"I will," I said, and then put my hand on Brandon's shoulder, grimacing as it passed through it. I'd been so used to living in Justina's body that I'd forgotten I was basically nothing at all.

"What?" Brandon asked, looking awkwardly at the hand that didn't touch him. What is wrong with him?

"It was nice to see you," I smiled. Brandon smiled back, the awkwardness leaving him. We said our goodbyes, and then he hopped off the stool, collected the pin cushions, and left The Screeching Siren.

WILLOWBUD

I didn't know why I felt how I did. Being melded with Corruption meant I never had romantic interests, but apparently, Corruption made an exception for Brandon. I couldn't remember the last time I put on makeup, or wore a dress, or shaved my pubes, but here I was; doing all three. I couldn't remember the last time I felt butterflies, but there they were. I told myself it was stupid, I told myself to let it go, but Corruption's emotional negligence wasn't there to stop me from feeling it. Why does she want me to like Brandon? What the fuck is it about him?

"You can see Corruption," I said to Angela's reflection as I finished applying white lipstick to my mouth, "what is she doing right now?"

I affixed an image of Brandon in my mind, and glanced over at the blue-eyed half of Justina.

"Adjusting her tits in the mirror," Angela said, cocking her head, "like you are right now."

"Why?" I asked, slightly exasperated as I stuffed my slender form into a tight-fitting white dress, its color matching the sheen of my lips and the hue of my hair while contrasting my caramel complexion.

"I couldn't tell you," Angela said, shaking her head in bewilderment.

"How can you trust him, Mistress?" Astrid asked from Angela's other side, unable to conceal her jealousy. Astrid was lucky if she got to suck my unwashed cock, and here I was, preening for a complete stranger. I'd make sure to milk this for all it was worth.

"Oh, I don't know," I smirked at the valkyrie, "there's just something about him. He's so brave, and honorable. He seems like the type of man who would never break a vow no matter who told him to. You know; the type of man you can trust."

Astrid seethed silently behind me, her face turning red. God, she was easy to manipulate. Tera gave me a withering look in the mirror, and put a consoling hand on the valkyrie's armored shoulder.

"Don't listen to her," Tera said to Astrid, trying to pull the valkyrie away, "c'mon, let's go get ready for tonight. We need to practice that maneuver and—"

Astrid grabbed Tera by the hair, pulled it back violently, and pressed the shocked succubus into a heated kiss. Tera managed to stem her natural seduction before she enslaved Astrid, and then melted willingly into the embrace; her head tilting to reciprocate, her onyx hair falling behind her, her naked breasts squishing into Astrid's chest. Astrid wasn't sharing in the succubus's revelry. Her blue eyes stared daggers at me as her hand gripped Tera's supple bronze glute and spread it wide, her other hand sliding middle-finger-first down the succubus's crack. She picked Tera up like a bowling ball, and then walked away; Tera's excited legs wrapping around Astrid's waist as they disappeared around the corner, sounds of their wet lust dwindling until they were muted by the slamming of a bedroom door.

"I think Astrid might be trying to tell you something," Angela said, trying to stifle her laughter, "but I don't know what; she's just so subtle."

I smiled, putting hooped earrings of white-gold into my lobes. "She's coming along nicely."

BRANDON

"You are the dumbest mother fucker I have ever met," Gloria growled as she dragged me down the street.

"She's right." Tera's voice spoke from the gemstone in my ear, "What were you thinking?!"

"What was I supposed to do?" I hissed to both women, "Say no?"

"You could've just shit yourself like the retard you are," Gloria snarled as she hustled me through alleyways, "but instead, you did something even dumber; you fucked her."

"It's Corruption that wants you," Tera said, "even Willowbud knows that. Why, do you suppose, is Corruption so interested in you?"

"I wonder..." Gloria sneered sarcastically, "...maybe it's because he's so good at shoveling pig shit?"

"Maybe it's because his dick is just that great?" Tera teased.

"Or maybe," Gloria said, pinning me against a wall, "it's because you're the fucking Life Giver."

"Corruption is the spawn of a past Life Giver," Tera said, her voice sounding exhausted in my ear, "she can sense exactly what you are. She knows to some degree what Angela is, and I fear it won't take long before Willowbud starts figuring stuff out for herself."

"You might as well have stuck your dick in a bear trap, Your Holiness," Gloria sighed. "Why do you think Corruption wants you and Willowbud together?"

"Maybe she's a romantic?" Tera teased again.

"Maybe she has daddy issues?" Gloria chided along.

"Or maybe," Tera sighed, "she wants to bind two gods together, with her as the glue that melds them."

"Is the picture becoming clearer, Your Holiness?" Gloria asked, her wrathful red eyes narrowing.

"Angela didn't seem too worried about it," I said defensively, holding up my hands, "and she was the one who saw it, so... maybe you two are overreacting?"

"Angela doesn't know what she is," Tera said. "I've been keeping that secret for her own benefit. If she knew about the connection between Life Givers and Sentients, she'd probably be reaming you worse than Gloria."

"Can gods even bind?" I asked nervously, not liking at all how Gloria was looking at me.

"It's never happened before," Gloria said, "but that doesn't mean it's impossible."

"There's no record of a Sentient-melded Creator either," Tera added, "but here we are."

"Corruption has an agenda," Gloria said, "and that agenda involves you binding with Willowbud while she's melded with her. Gods only knows what would happen if a Creator becomes bound while a Sentient is melded, but add another Creator to the mix? It could be a catastrophe."

"Apocalyptic," Tera added helpfully.

"So..." I said, no longer sure if Gloria's religion would keep her from eating me, "...I should not go on that date tonight."

"You have to," Tera said. "I don't want to think about how Willowbud would react if you stood her up."

"She'd probably demolish half the city," Gloria said, looking me over with disgust written across her face, "or maybe she'd just laugh it off; who knows?"

"She's as unpredictable as they come; didn't your dad ever tell you not to stick your dick in crazy?"

"My dad told me to quit masturbating or he'd beat me with a garden hose," I gulped. "We never really talked about the birds and the bees."

Gloria stared long and hard at me for an agonizing moment, and then burst into hysterical laughter. She sobbed her mirth into my chest as her fist pounded painfully against it. I stood pinned to the wall, more terrified by her merriment than I'd ever been of her anger. When she was done, she let out a long sigh, took me by the arm, and guided me down the street.

"C'mon, you wonderful, holy dipshit," she chuckled, "let's get you ready for your date."

TERA

"Do you think I'm pretty?" Astrid asked. I stared dumbly at her as she sharpened her blade, the roar of the crowd raging around our dugout.

"You're beautiful, you know that," I said, fairly certain that vanity was against Iona codes. She looked at her reflection in the blade, scrutinizing every self-perceived imperfection.

"Do you think I'm good in bed?" Astrid asked, staring hopelessly up at me.

"You're fantastic," I smiled, "one of the best I've had, and I've had all kinds."

It didn't make her feel any better. She stared back at her reflection, angling her face this way and that, her frown deepening with every pass of the weapon.

"Don't let Brandon get you down," I said, trying to console her. "He's a nobody, and Willowbud will forget about him in a day."

"It's Corruption that likes him," Astrid spat, "and Mistress goes where Corruption goes."

"Then you should go the opposite," I said, leaning forward. "Once you free Willowbud of Corruption, she'll love you because you stayed true to yourself."

"If I free Mistress of Corruption," Astrid said darkly, staring at me from beneath her brow, "if."

"Don't lose hope," I said. "Angela is working on a solution."

"Angela is just the insane half of your daughter," Astrid said grumpily, "and being clairvoyant doesn't mean you can act upon what you see."

I might've told Astrid the truth if I didn't think she'd deliver it right to Willowbud the moment our mistress put the pressure on. Instead, I bit my tongue.

"Maybe I should become the woman Mistress wants me to be," Astrid whispered. "Why should I keep clinging to my oaths when they give me nothing but heartache and pain?"

"Because they're who you are," I said, touching her knee, "don't let Corruption take that away from you."