The Creators Ch. 07

Unfortunately, Freydis awoke before I had the chance. She yawned, stretched, wiped the sleep from her eyes, and then walked over to me.

"Bound One," she said, smiling to me, "we should go fishing now, while the trout are fee—"

I held up a silencing finger, stopping her in her tracks. She looked confusedly at me, then followed my gaze. Her jaw dropped open, and I swore I saw an expression of longing cross her face before it immediately darkened to a beet-red, and turned pointedly to the river. She mumbled something, grabbed a fishing pole, and then found a rock to hide behind. Something I'd learned during my time with Freydis, was that the winged-warriors were compulsive masturbators. I guessed all that abstinence had to go somewhere.

Diamond's eyes opened lazily, and she stretched her slender olive form with a sleepy smile. She connected eyes with me, and her smile brightened, completely uncaring that she was sporting a massive erection. She smacked her lips, ran a hand through her curly scarlet mane, and then finally noticed the throbbing meat between her legs. She cocked her head, squinted her eyes, and then gave her erection a curious flick. It wagged from her pelvis, and then oscillated back to normalcy. She tried pushing it down, but it sprang back up defiantly. She tried pushing harder, and a shiver ran through her thighs as precum bubbled from her tip. Her head snapped forward, her eyes widening in wonderous curiosity, studying her newfound toy with much greater interest. I grinned; this would be fun.

"Psst, Sparkles!" I hissed, not wanting to wake her mother. Diamond looked up at me, eyebrows raised.

"Do this," I whispered, trying not to burst into laughter as I made a motion with my partially-opened fist. Diamond cocked her head at me, narrowing her green eyes in confusion. I brought my open fist to my pelvis, and simulated the motion with a little more gusto. Diamond smiled, realizing what I was telling her. She clasped her hand around her cock, and began slowly stroking it. Her motions were tentative at first, as though she was testing the action, but then the instincts started coming to her, and she began moving faster and faster. She bit her lip in concentration, and then looked at me, her gaze changing to an expression she'd never worn before. The glint in her emerald eyes spoke of needs she didn't understand, the movements of her body showed that she didn't question them. I witnessed the budding lust in a budding woman, and her lust was aimed at me. She stared unabashedly at my naked body, her avarice apparent and unbridled. Who was I to deny her? I'd wanted her to look at me like that since I met her.

I smiled at my de-facto niece, and struck a pose; lying on my back with my pelvis pointed toward her, bending my knees and planting my heels into the earth. Diamond was concealed from my vision by the pale obstruction of my closed thighs, and I slowly revealed her with their lecherous opening. A figure of olive skin sprawled spread-legged on the grass, of emerald eyes watching intently, of singular focus compelled by something she couldn't control. I let one hand lazily play across my breasts as the other trailed fingers through my blonde mound, wetting with my excitement as it moved lower. Diamond cocked her head again, studying what I was doing, watching as I spread my legs and pushed two fingers inside myself. I instructed her silently, and she was an avid pupil. She guided her free hand between her legs, mimicking what I had done to the letter, and then pushed two fingers into her virginity. She gasped, the shock of pain pulling her out of her concentrative lust for a moment. She withdrew her fingers from her slit, and looked curiously at the blood that mingled with her nectar. I struggled to keep my moans to whispers as I beckoned her to continue, telling her with my writhing hips that she should try again, my half-lidded eyes promising nothing but pleasure.

She stroked herself slowly, biting her lip with a mixture of fear and arousal as she tested her depths for a second time. She slid inside herself cautiously, moving into her chastity knuckle-by-knuckle, acclimating to the alien sensation and then venturing deeper. I spread my legs wide, anchoring my feet past my hips, displaying everything she needed to see; a lesson in the pleasures of a woman, and a picture for the lust of a man. I slid my fingers in and out of me, curling them at the middle knuckles, showing Diamond how to touch that spot that drives a woman crazy. She found it. Her eyes drooped to emerald slits, and her red lips parted to yield her first moans. Her stroking hand moved faster, her invading hand moved deeper, she planted her heels into the earth and began rolling with needful writhes, shifting against the grass, thrusting her hips into the air, defiling herself with greater fervency as both orgasms began churning in her depths. My breaths grew shallow and heated as I watched her, connected eyes with her, opened my insides and displayed them for her as she did the same for me. I couldn't keep the moans from brushing past my lips, couldn't stop the tremors that weakened my legs. I called my needful song to her, and she answered with one of her own. It was a beautiful sound, almost mournful in its tenor were it not for the heated inflection. It was undoubtedly not the sound Julia imagined she'd hear when she woke up.

JULIA

The chirping of songbirds, the whisper of wind, and the hushed moans of passion. Those were the trifecta of audibles that leaked into my ears as I opened my eyes. Lucilla was naked and squirming on the grass, her expression a mixture of pleasure and mischievousness, her eyes glinting with mirth and lust. There had been a time when awakening to a woman masturbating would've shocked me, but my days with Passion had dulled me to such things. Lucilla was trying to get a rise out of me, and I was too tired to care. I scowled at her, rolled to my other side, and caught an eyeful of my daughter's semen.

LUCILLA

Diamond bucked her hips as she came, her breaths gasping and urgent, her sonorous tone sputtering through her expirations. She erupted with an arching back, gritting her teeth and growling her ascension, her feminine nectar gushing onto her fingers and leaking down the olive stretch of her taint, her cock spurting sporadic jets of molten lust. It splashed onto her belly, onto her jiggling petite breasts, onto her pointed nose, and into her scarlet hair. She pushed her tip down to avoid further self-desecration, and unloaded the last of her catharsis right into her mother's face.

I was caught between orgasming, laughing, and trying to escape before Julia murdered me. The result was a thrashing climax that left me lying uselessly on my stomach, my back arching and my legs spreading behind my bent-over form. I screamed the fervent release of two weeks-worth of backlog into the grass, and trembled from toe to crown as the feeling washed over me. After I was done panting and gasping, I dared a look over my shoulder, expecting to see Julia readying a kick for my exposed ass. Instead, I saw her holding her daughter in her arms.

JULIA

"Sorry Mom," Diamond giggled at me as I gawked at her, "I didn't know that was going to happen."

I'd known the day would come when Diamond's sexuality would blossom, I just didn't think it would come so... abruptly. My first reaction was anger, but I managed to push that down. My second reaction was disgust, but I managed to conceal it. My third reaction was surprise; Diamond had finally stopped calling me 'Dad.' That was nice. I ran through a litany of emotions, the culmination of which left me in a shocked stupor. I simply did not know how to deal with the fact that my daughter had just ejaculated in my face.

"Mom?" Diamond asked, pulling a rag from our makeshift bedding and blotting my eyelids. "Are you mad at me?"

"No," I managed to say, pulling myself from my stupor, gaining control of my maternal disposition, "no, Diamond, I'm not mad."

I sat upright as Diamond inspected what had come out of her. She dipped her finger in the viscous pool that spread from her belly, and brought it to her nose, testing the scent. I stopped her before she tested the flavor.

"Did Passion ever tell you about..." I searched for the words, "all of... this?" I gestured broadly to her swollen cock, her reddened labia, her besmirched body.

"All of what?" Diamond asked, cocking her head in the symbol of her confusion, as if a different perspective of me would reveal the answer.

"Um... sex," I said, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. "Did Passion ever tell you about sex?"

"She mentioned it," Diamond said, blotting her stomach, breasts and nose with the rag, "but she said you would explain it to me."

And Passion laughs from her grave, I thought wryly as I scooched next to my confused daughter.

"A long time ago," I said, letting Diamond rest her head on my shoulder as I cleaned the sin from her hair, "there was only one woman who walked the earth."

"The Holy Mother?" Diamond asked. I smiled down at her and nodded. Over the past five days, I'd tried my best to convert Diamond to the church of the Holy Mother, but her constant curiosity and questioning nature didn't jive with the confines of religion. So, instead of trying to bring her into the fold, I used stories from the bible as lessons.

"The Holy Mother was alone on this earth," I said, dipping my hand in a water basin and running it through Diamond's strands, "but she was not lonely. She lived her days in peace, without urges or desires, without temptation or ambition."

In this part of the story, Satan climbed from the depths of hell, and raped the Holy Mother. I didn't feel like giving my hermaphroditic daughter a complex, so I made the tale a little more sex-friendly.

"One day, a man appeared," I said to Diamond, pulling her close as she listened intently, "and the Holy Mother felt things she hadn't felt before."

"I felt those things," Diamond whispered.

I kissed her head and smiled. "The man showed the Holy Mother the secrets of her body, and the Holy Mother found that they were good." I embellished the part where The Holy Mother shamefully succumbed to the sin of lust.

"It did feel good," Diamond replied quietly.

"The Holy Mother and the man had sex," I said, "and it brought them both great joy."

"What is sex?" Diamond asked. How to say this... I guess, just come out and say it.

"The man put his penis into the Holy Mother's vagina," I said, gesturing from a distance to my daughter's genitals, "and he squirted his seed into her womb."

"That's what I did to your face!" Diamond said brightly. Across the campsite, Lucilla failed at stifling a laugh. I glowered at her, and she buried her head in her arms to conceal her mirth.

"After some time," I continued, "the Holy Mother's belly began to swell. Within her, she bore all the life of the world." This part of the story was usually accompanied by a lengthy lesson of the duality of man; how we are born with both the sin of Satan and the virtue of the Holy Mother, but I didn't feel it was relevant enough to mention.

"All the life?" Diamond gasped wondrously, "She must've been enormous!"

"She must've," I agreed, laughing at my daughter's incredulity, "and she birthed the first races, and with them, she passed on the urges the man had given her so that life could persevere. That is why you feel as you do, Diamond; it is your body telling you to make babies."

"Can I make my own babies?" Diamond asked, reaching between her legs and trying to self-reproduce.

"No Sweetie," I said, gently guiding her hands away from herself, "you and I have the pieces a man needs for the act, but not the organs required to plant seed."

"What?" Diamond asked. I bit my lip, trying to figure out a way to explain testicles to my daughter. "Then how did you make me?" Diamond asked before I could.

"Passion was different than most women," I said. "Passion was a spirit of the Life Giver, and not beholden to the laws of nature to create life. She just took a little bit of me, and made you."

"Oh," Diamond said, not sounding content with the answer, but seeming to accept it. I held her head closer to my breasts, and ran my hands through her cleaned hair.

"Sex is something people do in private," I told my daughter, "it should only be done with people you care about, as its consequences can be drastic."

"Like making a baby?" Diamond asked.

"Not just making a baby," I said, "it's the physical expression of love, and sometimes, love can be very confusing. That's why you should only have sex with people you both love and trust."

"Like you?" Diamond asked, looking up at me. I gulped. There was definitely more than innocent curiosity behind those emerald eyes.

"No, Diamond," I said carefully. "I'm your mother, and you cannot lie with those of your own blood."

"Why not?" Diamond asked, always so full of questions, not knowing or caring if they were proper. I loved her free spirit, but there were times I wished it wasn't quite so liberal.

"Because it's wrong," I whispered, knowing that would only bring more questions. I'd just told Diamond her seed could sire no children, so the biological ramification of incest wouldn't dissuade her. I didn't want to tell her that I thought the idea was disgusting. It wasn't that I thought Diamond was disgusting, far from it; the disgust I felt was for myself. Diamond was innocent, Diamond was nubile, and Diamond was beautiful. So beautiful, just like her mother. Thankfully, Diamond was also silent. She chewed on her lip, seeming to accept the idea, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now, go to the river and bathe yourself," I said, gently pushing her off me, "and next time you need to relieve your urges, find some place private."

Diamond skipped away to the river, taking a second to stare unabashedly at Lucilla's naked form before continuing. Lucilla took the opportunity to watch her go; gawking as each olive cheek flexed in a jiggle from my daughter's backside. I saw her tongue run across her lips, and then dart shamefully between them when she saw my glower. I was about to get up and give my devoted lover a solid piece of my mind, when a voice stopped me.

"That was well done," Flora said softly from behind. I turned around sharply, not quite believing that'd I'd heard her. She walked away before I could reply, making for a secluded bend of the river. Flora hadn't spoken to me once on our five-day journey, and the hate behind her eyes told me she didn't intend to break her silence again. Her hateful look extended to everyone in our group, except for Diamond. When Flora looked at her, I saw a forlorn glint, almost nostalgic, but with more hurt. I didn't need to ask where it came from; Lucilla had told me about Willowbud. I watched the ex-arch-matriarch as she washed herself alone in the river, her youthful body disguising the world-weary ancientness that lived within it, and I prayed to god that I would never share her fate.

DIAMOND

Most of my time in Arbortus had been spent huddled in a canoe, staying silent lest colony scouts hear us. My world had been confined to the wooden edges of the watercraft during the day, and the rags of blankets during the night. Once we escaped the forest, I finally got to appreciate the world, and the world was amazing. The sky was infinite, the horizons were endless, and the fields were vast billowing waves of gold. I'd never imagined there could be so much space, and within each space, were millions of little wonders to explore. It seemed like every patch of earth had a new plant, insect, or animal that fascinated me, and Mom had to gently tug me away from the marvels, lest I spend all day sifting through the dirt. When I asked Mom questions, she answered me as best she could, but she didn't know as much as Mother had. That didn't bother me, because Mom encouraged me to seek my own answers, which made every question a little adventure. Today, Mom didn't like the adventures my questions were taking us on.

"Why do I like looking at Freydis's butt?" I asked Mom, holding her hand in one of mine, and Aunt Lucilla's in the other. Ahead of us, Freydis adjusted her wings so that they concealed the leather-clad backside I had been admiring.

"Oh, damnit Sparkles!" Aunt Lucilla laughed. "You spoiled the show for all of us!"

"The Good Mother has blessed you with both male and female gifts," Mom explained, a slight frown on her face. "Your male side wants you to have sex with a female, and Freydis is a very attractive woman."

"Thank you, Your Holiness," Freydis said quietly ahead of us, not turning around. Mom's frown deepened.

"How many times do I have to tell you, Freydis? Call me 'Julia.'"

"I am sorry... Julia," Freydis said, seeming to struggle with the name.

"But what is it about her butt that I like?" I asked, my question still unanswered.

"It's thick and juicy," Aunt Lucilla sniggered as Freydis straightened her posture, uncomfortable with our analysis, "and you want to know what it would feel like pressed against your crotch."

"Bound One, please," Freydis said, scowling from behind her shoulder, "do not make me an object of desire. It discomforts me."

"Sorry Freydis," Aunt Lucilla called, though it didn't sound like she was, "the forbidden fruit is always the most tempting, and you look so ripe from this angle."

"Lucilla, stop!" Mom giggled as Freydis's cheeks turned scarlet.

"If it's my male side that likes looking at Freydis's butt," I said, inclining my head in confusion, "then why do you like looking at it, Aunt Lucilla? You don't have a penis."

"Neither did your mom before Passion changed her," Lucilla smirked over me to Mom, "but she was a muff-diver just the same. It's probably why she chose to join a convent in the first place."

"Not true," Mom smiled at Aunt Lucilla before I could ask what a 'muff-diver' was. "I was always interested in men. It was during my days in the convent with no company but other women, that I developed a sinful curiosity for the fairer sex."

"So, women can want to have sex with other women?" I asked, even more confused. "How do they do that without a penis?"

"I'll show you sometime," Aunt Lucilla said with a wink, making me feel funny again.

"No, she won't," Mom said sternly to Aunt Lucilla, who gave her an exaggerated frown. I didn't know why Mom disliked my attraction to Aunt Lucilla, but I didn't question her. Unlike Mother, there were some questions Mom didn't like to answer, which is why I didn't press her when she wouldn't explain why sex between her and I would be wrong. Still, I couldn't help but steal a couple of sidelong glances at her, and feel the funny stirring in my loins. Not just my male parts, but my female parts as well. Maybe Aunt Lucilla was right; maybe the forbidden fruit was the most tempting.

"Holy shit!" Aunt Lucilla squealed, pulling me out of my contemplation. "Is that a house? Oh, Sweet fucking Mother; civilization!"

As we crested the hilltop, I saw strange shapes form in a valley. Mother had called them 'buildings' when I was in her womb, and they stood in violent contrast to the rest of the world. They were made of sharp angles, crude lines, and hard edges, and they jutted from the landscape with an unnaturalness that both disturbed and thrilled me. From their bowels, came the first humans I'd ever seen. I felt a jolt of excitement, and made to sprint over to them and introduce myself, but Mom and Aunt Lucilla stopped me before I could.

"What?" I asked. "Why can't I say 'hi?'"

"Because they're strangers, Diamond," Mom said, "and strangers can be dangerous."

"Dangerous?" I asked, confused. "Why would someone who doesn't know me be a danger to me?"