The Creators Ch. 06

Astrid loosened her grip on my cock, and then lowered her lush pale lips to it. She unceremoniously spit on my tip as though it was beneath her to touch it, then stared her blue hatred into my eyes, and began to take me in. The disdain that brimmed from her blue regard starkly contrasted the tenderness of her oral embrace, and the duality of her lust aroused me as much as it frightened me. Her lips sucked passionately, her tongue licked delectably, her throat swallowed expertly, and her eyes stared contemptuously. Her mouth squished against my base, her nose pressed into my pelvis, and her throat bulged with my girth, my length deforming half of her neck. My head fell backward, and a disbelieving groan spilled from me. Tera and Gloria gave great head, but this was the best I'd ever felt. Astrid knew it too; she sneered at me from around her consumption, her expression telling me she didn't think I deserved to even look at her, much less have my dick sucked by her. It only turned me on more. I might've been developing a fetish for women who didn't like me.

"She's good, isn't she?" Willowbud moaned next to me as Tera's head bobbed up and down, her violet irises brimming with unbridled lust.

"She's amazing," I gasped as Astrid began to pull, her lips seeming to suck my insides up my shaft. "How did a fucking valkyrie learn to do this?!"

"It came naturally to her," Willowbud chuckled, running a single finger down my chest. "I couldn't believe it either."

As if to prove a point, Astrid began moving with a passion; her tongue curling around my underside, sheening me in a delicate hold as her lips sucked with sensual avarice and pillowed wetly against my pelvis. Her throat gurgled softly and swallowed around me with ease, her eyes glinting with malice. She was trying to make me come; she wanted me to blow my wad before the action even got started. Her cheeks went gaunt as her mouth stretched from her face with the suction of her lips, her tongue licking back and forth along my underside with sensual teases, beckoning the pressure from the balls she tenderly massaged. I wasn't that easy. I entangled two hands into her braids, and began thrusting into her mouth, defiantly challenging her to do her worst. She reached beneath me and took two fistfuls of my glutes, squeezing my ass and helping me thrust, her lips quirking their challenge back at me.

She rotated and lathered, hummed and gurgled, and I pushed deep into her, watching in perverse fascination as my bulge moved through her elegant neck. I yanked her hair roughly, trapping her face against my pelvis, forcing my entire length into her esophagus. The hateful look in her eyes began to soften, drooping into an arousal she didn't want to experience, compelled by the masochism that was her weakness. I pulled on her blonde braids until tears welled in her eyes, and they began to roll into her head with carnal hedonism, her self-defiling nature taking over her will to fight me. Her hands stopped squeezing my ass, and moved shamefully between her legs, touching herself in surrendered lust as she allowed me to hurt her the way she craved. She stopped trying to suck the insides out of me and relaxed her throat, hoping that I would ravage it, hoping that I would stretch every inch of her neck. I did. I smashed my pelvis against her face, brutally colliding into her mouth and forcing myself deep into her throat. She gagged and choked, gurgled and drooled on me, her beautiful face turning into a marred portrait of bubbled spit, her defiled mouth humming a pitch that grew more and more shrill as her masturbation bordered on desperation.

"Brandon tames the wild beast," Willowbud laughed next to me as Tera finished preparing her mistress, "that was fun to watch."

"It's just like breaking-in a horse," I smiled back. My drives began to decelerate, allowing Astrid's tear and spit-streaked face to relax into slutty surrender. Her eyes rolled forward, all the defiance gone from them, shining only with lechery and subservient passion. She slowly, gratefully, pulled her mouth from my glistening cock, and gave it a worshipful lick, giggling delightedly as the shaft bobbed against her smeared face. I grinned back at her, and cupped a hand to her cheek, feeling a sense of satisfaction as she submissively sucked my thumb, her eyes staring demurely at me, telling me she was hoping I'd do everything to her. It was a surface emotion. Behind her lust, I could still see the challenge ready to come to the surface the moment I showed an ounce of weakness. She'd changed tactics on me, and now surrender was her offense. Fine; we were playing a game, but it was stupid to keep playing against each other. I thumbed the astral gemstone Tera had left in my hand; I guess it was time to get to know Astrid.

ASTRID

I hated that I couldn't control my lust. I hated that it was so easy for Brandon to seduce me, when I had been so sure that I could beat him. I hated that I smiled like a little slut as I climbed up his body, eagerly awaiting to see how he'd defile me, hoping he'd make it hurt. I couldn't control my masochism, but that didn't mean I was out of control. If there was anything I had learned from Tera, it was that sex was a game of power, and being dominated didn't mean I was defeated. I ruminated on how best to use my sexuality on Brandon when I felt his hand touch my ear, and a gemstone push into my piercing.

"Don't freak out," Brandon's voice said as his hand slid down my face, his eyes shining with desire, but his voice soft and reassuring. "I'm here to help you with Corruption."

"What the—" I gasped, and Brandon forcefully clasped his palm over my mouth as he pushed his cock into my pussy.

"I liked you better when you couldn't talk!" Brandon growled aloud (much to the approval of Mistress), and then added silently, "I put an astral gemstone in your ear; just think the words, and I'll hear them."

I might've said something back, were I not marveling at how good he felt inside me. Over the past three days, I'd taken countless men, but the only person Brandon could compare to was Mistress herself. He filled me perfectly, stretched me just right, pierced me in all the tender places. He throbbed invasively into my depths, and I felt a shiver of pure delight crawl up my spine.

"I knew Mistress shouldn't trust you," I spoke silently as we began to grind; my back arching, my weight shifting from glute to glute, my mouth moaning as my mind formed words. "It's nice to be vindicated."

"You can trust me," Brandon said, releasing his grip on my mouth and sinking his hands into my glutes. "I'm with Tera, Justina and Angela."

"You can gain my trust by telling me why Corruption wants you," I replied as I pressed my breasts into Brandon's face, smiling as he took a nipple into his mouth. His cock separated me with deep, forceful motions, touching every nerve inside me, pressing against every surface of my channel. Great Creator's, he was good. I had to forcibly keep my mind focused lest I drift into thoughtless carnal bliss. I hated how good he made me feel, but I reluctantly admitted to myself that I could see why Mistress was so enamored with him. I could get addicted to this kind of man as well.

"I don't know," Brandon answered mentally, though his tongue flicked the words against my erect nipple. I giggled at the feeling, expressing my mirth through the increasingly-wretched tones of my lust. Beside me, Tera was crouching straight-backed atop Mistress, sensually sliding up and down the nymph's shaft, her ass nearly level with her heels at the bottom of her descent, her anus gaping beautifully. She spread her cheeks and looked over her shoulder at her defilement, moaning almost mournfully as she aimed the point of her tail, and penetrated my god's sinful hole. Across the room, I saw a pair of blue eyes peering fearfully from the dark; a pair of eyes I recognized almost immediately. I felt a chill crawl up my spine, accompanying the shivers of pleasure that ran traffic through my nervous system. I looked down at the man nursing from me, and saw the same blue eyes shining from his face.

"I'm no good at lying, Brandon," I said silently as I clamped my hands around his crown and pulled him to my breast, enveloping his face entirely. "I couldn't tell a lie to save my life, but since I've come to Drastin, I've gotten very good at detecting them in others."

"Astrid," Brandon said, his face squirming into my bosom, my hands holding him fast, "I can't breathe!"

"Tell me why Corruption wants you, Brandon," I replied, savoring the desperate way he thrusted inside me as oxygen became a luxury for him. "Tell me why Angela has your eyes."

Gods, he felt good. His struggling body thrusted and drove with a renewed vigor, blasting his pelvis into mine, ramming his wonderful heat deep into my nethers, hollowing me out. I moaned and cried out in delight, almost overcome by his lust, almost driven to madness, almost bending like the submissive slut I was. Almost. I held Brandon tightly between my breasts, smothering his body with my own, concealing his suffocation from my Mistress with my wings. The idea of killing a man in the heat of passion stirred an odd sense of exhilaration in me, and I found myself pressing Brandon's face deeper to my bosom as I closed the cocoon of feathers around us. This would be hard to explain, but at least the competition would be gone. Mistress would forgive me; this is what she wanted me to be, after all.

"Angela's my sister!" Brandon's desperate voice squealed in my mind. "She's a Sentient like Corruption!"

"What?!" I hissed mentally. "Don't lie to me, little boy!"

"Why else would she have my eyes?!" Brandon screamed, his struggling body only making the pleasure greater.

"Astral beings don't have siblings!" I snarled.

"Sentients aren't astral beings!" Brandon shrieked, his heart thundering against my flesh. "They're dead souls Life Givers never bound with!"

"What are you talking about? Quit spewing your bullsh—" I stopped, my body stiffened, and my heart dropped in my chest. From my open moaning mouth, flitted an ethereal butterfly; it's soft luminescence bathing my feathered-cocoon in a sapphire hue. It floated gracefully about my secluded room of wings and searched for an exit, before resigning itself to the world it was born to, and landing softly on my arm, its light dimming.

"Astrid," Brandon whispered, his voice sounding weak and faint, "you're still killing me."

The world came roaring back to me, the new reality hitting me almost as hard as Brandon's thrashing hips. I immediately released the god in my arms, horrified at what I'd almost done, ashamed beyond any measure I'd ever felt before. The Life Giver panted desperately, his face nearly purple with asphyxiation, his eyes bulging and panicked. I frantically tried to help him, tried to apologize without speaking aloud, tried to do anything that would absolve me of my horrific blasphemy. Brandon waved away my efforts, concealing his coughs in his elbow, wiping the tears from his bloodshot eyes.

"I'm so sorry! Please forgive me, Your Holiness!" I pleaded, sitting straight-backed and terrified, our bodies lying static in our sex, his cock bulging motionless within me, still giving me some pleasure to mix with my horror and deific reverence. Brandon collected himself, narrowed his eyes at me, then reeled back a hand and slapped me hard across the face. I yelped, completely blindsided by the blow, my head whipping to the side, my hand touching trembling fingers to my stinging cheek. Oh my gods, I thought as an astonished smile curled on my lips, I really liked that.

"Next time you try something like that," Brandon snarled in my mind, taking two fistfuls of my hair and yanking back, pulling until the braids stung against my scalp and tears stung in my eyes, "I'll kill you, Astrid; I swear I will!"

He began thrusting again, this time with malice; his pelvis smashing into mine, his cock impaling me beautifully, tearing through my tender reaches without mercy, punishing me just like I deserved.

"I'm sorry! I screamed mentally, my face forced upward, my body writhing below me, grinding with intensified desperation as the pain made the pleasure so much greater.

"You are a stupid cunt, you know that?" Brandon hissed mentally, the motions of his hips pushing me past the edge of sanity, tossing my body into a squirming mess of reactive pleasure. "You were the one bitching about trust, and when I tell you I want to help you, you try to kill me?!"

"I'm sorry!" I screeched again, my physical voice shrieking my abject delight, my body writhing in a wave of motion; my hips bucking, my back arching, my abdomen clenching, my ass rippling, and my thighs squeezing in possessed euphoria. Sweat glistened from my exerted flesh, trailing along the jiggling domes of my breasts, wetting my brow, dripping down the small of my back and running between my clapping cheeks.

"You better learn how to lie real quick," Brandon growled mentally, "because I don't feel like getting murdered by my new girlfriend because you couldn't make something up!"

"I can't tell untruths!" I cried back, feeling the orgasm churning in my depths, building like a torrent pressing against a dam with cracks forming in the concrete.

"Then you better learn to keep your mouth shut!" Brandon replied, his cock hitting my bottom, sending pulsing ecstasy deep into my pelvis.

"I'll never say a word!" I screeched mentally as my voice carried it's ragged lust. "I promise! Gods, I'm sorry, Your Holiness! I'm so sorry!"

"I'll make you sorry!" Brandon snarled with his real voice, releasing my hair, sending my head flying forward as his hands reached beneath us, and sunk into the jiggling fat of my backside. "You have no idea what sorry is, Angel!"

"Teach me!" I screamed, possessed by the unbridled euphoria, a slave to the pleasure, begging for the pain. "Please hurt me! Please punish me! I'm nothing but your begging whore!"

"Holy shit, what's going on in there?" Willowbud laughed from outside my winged-room. Brandon grinned maliciously at me, picked me up by the ass, and rolled us over. Tera yelped as she jumped out of the way, her tail flying behind her as I was dropped onto my mistress. Brandon pulled out of my twitching pussy, grabbed Mistress by the back of her head, and kissed her with a melting passion, watching me with smirking eyes as the love of my life succumbed to him in blissful surrender. It hurt so badly, but I knew I deserved it, and knowing that somehow stoked my arousal. I wanted to be abused emotionally and physically, I needed to feel the ramifications for my blasphemy in order to atone. Either that, or I was reaching new depths in my masochism.

"I want to be close to you," Brandon whispered into Mistress's adoring eyes. "I want to feel you pressed to me inside her."

Mistress grinned up at Brandon, the longing etched in her wonderous expression. She watched Brandon—not me—as she aimed her curved-back cock, and pushed her entire length into my anus. Her heat ran through me, her girth stretched me, and I cried my pathetic delight, spreading my cheeks for Brandon, staring up at him with a quivering lower lip and puppy-eyes, showing him how submissive I could be, how badly I wanted him to make it hurt. He clasped a hand around my neck, pressed his cock against his lover's, and forced me into the greatest pain and pleasure I'd ever known.

The sound that came from me was strangled gasp, a guttural inflection of air that expressed the shocked amazement of the feeling. My rim stretched to a tortuous oval of white flesh, my channel convulsed around its unnatural expansion, the compressions of my insides tightened as my bowels were forced upward. I wrenched in reaction; my hands anchoring beneath me, my back arching painfully, my head falling behind my pinching shoulders and my wings spreading to their full span. My gods were not gentle. They drove in fervent congruence, their cocks pressing together within me, moving as one, burrowing through my reaches and desecrating my sanctity. In and out, in and out; their motions were violent, their intentions the same, their eyes sharing their sadistic desires as they pressed me between them. Their pelvises met the ruined flesh surrounding my gaping hole, and they moaned to each other, ignoring me, using me as nothing but the toy for their own lust. Brandon leaned forward, his body pressing to mine, and he connected a kiss over my shoulder with the woman I loved. It was the worst kind of cuckhold, but I loved it, and I hated how much I loved it. Tera walked over, pushing black hair from her flushed face. She assessed my situation with a crooked smirk, shrugged her shoulders, and then straddled my mouth. Even the succubus had more dignity than me, and I tasted her with all the reverence a slave does to her master.

Use me, break me, defile me, I thought, grinning through my lustful screams, Tera's petals leaking into my open mouth. I'm nothing but the plaything of gods.

In that moment, I didn't want to be anything else. Brandon and Mistress thrusted faster and faster, groaning and moaning into each other's mouths, their cocks stretching my gape into a ruinous entrance, pulling my pelvic floor from my body, ripping my anal sheath from its channel and prolapsing me in a clinging sleeve of desecrated red flesh. Fluid leaked from my defilement, my pussy gushed with its heinous approval, my body writhed in thoughtless reaction, my mind long-succumbed to the sensations of my wonderful violation. I sucked the nectar from the whore straddling my face, shifted desperately between the gods sodomizing me, and screamed. I screamed, and screamed, and screamed; letting the world know of my ecstasy, unable to contain myself, unable to do anything but react. I dug my heels into the mattress, drove my ass onto my torturers, gasped as my abdomen distended with their girths, and rolled my eyes back as the climax took me.

Tera gripped my breasts for stability as my body bucked and heaved, arched and bent. Willowbud's gasps filtered into one ear, Brandon's groans filtered into the other, and Tera's moans sang from above as their bodies melted their wonderful warmth into me, pressing on all sides and piercing me with agonizing ecstasy. We accelerated, acting as an eight-legged beast of rippling flesh and shrieking lust, our limbs thrashing chaotically, our voices singing in perverse harmony. The feeling boiled within us all, the pressure rising, the tension winding, the air in our lungs growing hot as our hearts cranked into screeching overdrive. We came in a paralytic vice of twisting abdomens, fluids squirting and erupting, leaking and overflowing, boiling into my convulsing rectum and pooling delightfully into my bowels. We collapsed in a heap of sonorous sighs and groans as the earth quaked beneath us, and a pack of wolves howled outside, both gods concealing their release with the barest effort. Brandon kissed Mistress over my shoulder, then Tera as she pulled from my face, and then he looked down at me. He brushed the matted hair from my sticky cheeks, studied my marred complexion, and then smiled. He kissed me, tasting Tera on my lips, his tongue tickling mine playfully. I kissed him back, caressing his jaw gently, smiling my lips against his. My new lover, my new god. I was barely past my teen years, and already I had fucked two of three Creators. This had to be a new record.