The Creators Ch. 07

"Freydis," I called to the door, more than a little annoyed that a penis wasn't currently inside me, "please escort Diamond from the premises."

There was the sound of someone being picked up against their will, and Diamond's voice fading with Freydis's footsteps. "But Aunt Lucilla, you can't have sex with your butt! It's against the rules!"

"She still has so much to learn," I sighed as I grasped for Julia's throbbing member. "I can't wait to teach her everything."

"We just had this talk," Julia frowned, keeping her hand pressed to my forehead. "Let her figure things out for herself."

"One of these days, Diamond is going to ask me for it," I said, stubbornly reaching for Julia's member, "and I won't be able to deny her."

"You will," Julia said, grabbing my hand before it could find its target, "because you're her adoptive mother, and children don't have sex with their mothers."

"I don't think Diamond got the memo," I smirked. "I'm not the only one she's been looking at."

"What are you talking about?" Julia hissed, a touch of anger in her voice. The anger excited me.

"Oh, she's subtle when it comes to you," I smiled slyly, scooching forward on my knees, anticipating the punishment. "She knows you think it's wrong, but she can't help herself. An errant glance here, a sneaky peek there, a little snake-eyes. Diamond's not exactly the most patient girl; I wonder how long it will take before she asks you for it." I winked at her. "I wonder if you'll be able to deny her?"

I was just teasing, trying to get a rise out of Julia, but by the aghast look that paled her apple cheeks, I realized I'd accidentally struck gold.

"Oh, no," I whispered, an astonished grin broadening across my face. "Oh, Julia..."

"It's not... I'm not... you don't..." Julia's emerald eyes bulged, her cheeks flushed, her lips trembled.

"Oh, sweet Mother," I chuckled, scooching through Julia's felled defenses, and wrapping a cool hand around her stiff cock, "the pious, holy, Sister Julia wants to fuck her own daughter!"

"No, I don't!"

"Nuns make terrible liars, Julia," I whispered through my smile as I stroked her, savoring the combination of shame, horror and arousal that etched her face, "you don't have the practice. I always knew you were secretly depraved, but I never thought you would stoop this low."

"I'm just confused!" Julia insisted desperately, a slight moan mingling with her denial. "It's Passion; she did this to me! I don't want this!"

"I don't think that's true," I chuckled, relishing every bump and vein my palm caressed. "I think you know exactly what you want."

"Shut up!" Julia snapped, "You... you just... you just..."

"...I just what?" I smiled, teasing her tip with my tongue, tasting the froth that bubbled from her.

"You just keep your whore-mouth shut, you cunt!" Julia snarled, and forced herself all the way down my neck. Perfect.

I gagged and sputtered, gurgled and wretched as Julia's bejeweled shaft burrowed into my throat. Saliva and cum oozed from my lips, dripped down my chin and onto my breasts, still wet with Julia's milk. My eyes filmed with tears as I swallowed desperately around my lover, my vision blurring her portrait of anger and desire. She drove my face into her pelvis, spit smearing against her base, my nose pressing into her loins, making me smell the sweet stink of her. I sank my fingers into her succulent ass and tried to pull her deeper, staring up at her from my tear-filled eyes as I hummed my tone of masochistic approval. Julia sneered down at me and ripped my head back, her hand tangled in my platinum strands. She was so aggressive now, so virile and dominant. Not at all like the demure lover I had known before. Thank you, Passion; you dead cunt.

"Is this what you want to do to Diamond?" I laughed as Julia pressed me against the mirror; bent-over with my legs splayed, my back arched, my skirt hiked past my hips and my stockings clinging to my bulging thighs.

"Shut the fuck up, Lucilla!" Julia snarled, slapping me hard across the ass. I yelped my delight, my face pressing to the glass, my hands reaching back to spread myself, my teeth biting my excited smile. I loved it when Julia swore; it meant she lost control.

"I'm not Lucilla," I grinned, "my name's Diamond, and I want Mommy to fuck my little virgin asshole!"

Julia pressed her tip to my winking aperture and drove all the way to her pelvis, giving me no chance to prepare. I screamed in pain and pleasure as her shaft separated my anal walls, viciously uncoiling my channel and stretching my rim wide as she plunged all the way to my gripping bottom. She grabbed two handfuls of hair and pulled my head back, forcing my spine into a painful arch of concavity, my breasts flattening against the glass, my pussy dripping its gratitude between my legs.

"Oh, god!" I cried, "Diamond absolutely loves it when you do this to her!"

Julia drove my head against the mirror, squishing my face to my own reflection as she jackhammered her way into my rectum, my tight rim clinging to her as she exited, stretching my pelvic floor into a fleshy tent and sending searing pleasure down my ruined taint. She touched the deepest reaches of me, pushing against my pussy from the other side, electrifying every sensitive nerve within. I stared at my marred reflection; my bulging eyes glistening with tears, smeared mascara and lipstick, pale lips gaping to an oval as they cried with every thrust. My breath fogged my reflection from view as my expirations became desperate pants, my lungs burning as my heart thundered.

"You're baby girl's a little anal whore, Julia!" I screamed, goading her into more. "Look how she bends for you!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Julia growled, ripping me from the mirror with surprising strength. Before I knew it, Julia's foot was pressing my face into the floor, my breasts were flattening against the planks, and my ass was high in the air, spread and vulnerable, taking every inch of Julia's driving length without obstruction. I squealed my delight, clawing at the wood, simultaneously struggling to escape the pain as I arched my back to take the pleasure. Julia had successfully stripped my ability to speak, but I didn't need to say anymore; I'd gotten exactly what I wanted.

Julia bent me backwards as she impaled me, my thighs perpendicular to the floor, my abused ass almost in line with the back of my head. Her palm slapped viciously across my glutes, reddening the jiggling flesh and mixing the stings of her impact with the ruinous pleasure of her penetration. My ass gripped her as she pulled, the skin around my anus stretching with searing pleasure and then indenting vulgarly as she pushed all the way, my pelvic floor deepening my crack, her cock bursting through my resistances and forcing me to envelope her. I sobbed onto the floor, helpless to the woman's brutality, a slave to every motion she made. My second orgasm came, greater than the one before, spurred by violence and malice, unyielding in its intensity. I sputtered and screamed into the planks, thrashing uselessly beneath her, my mind melting in the heat of it, going insane with the euphoria. Julia gasped and cried, taken by the tightness that sucked her into me, gritting her teeth as I clenched my anus around her. She screamed with me and erupted into my depths, our bodies tensing in an ecstatic paralysis, my legs quivering uncontrollably, my spine wracked with shivers. Our static intensity lasted for a wonderful, tortuous moment, then receded when the release washed over us. Julia collapsed atop me as she poured the last of herself into my ass, and I collapsed like a folding chair beneath her weight, all the strength sapped of me.

"Oh shit," I panted when words came back to me, "Passion really taught you how to use that thing."

"Passion also laid with her sons and daughters," Julia breathed on top of me, her body seeping its warmth into my back, "and I don't wish to emulate her."

"I won't tell Diamond," I promised, turning my head to face Julia, "but I don't think you should deny her, or yourself."

"Are you actually encouraging me to have sex with my daughter?" Julia panted.

"Yes," I grinned back, "I really want to watch a pair of hermaphrodites shamefully indulge in incest."

"You're such a twisted person."

"You already knew that," I smirked back, clenching my glutes around her still-hard cock. "That's why you love me."

"I'm afraid I can't fulfill your fantasy," Julia sighed as she got off me, her cock sliding slickly from my ruined gape. "I still have some pride. These feelings I have will fade the further I get from Passion's influence, and Diamond's curiosity will be sated by others besides you or I."

"Seems a shame," I said sadly as I turned around, and rested my head in Julia's lap, "it would have made us all so much closer."

"I want Diamond to go off on her own someday," Julia sighed, leaning back as I nuzzled my face between her legs. "She doesn't need to be shackled to a perverse relationship with her mother."

"You make it sound like we're old women," I laughed, then licked Julia from base to tip, tasting the delicious tang of my ass on her shaft. "Diamond was born our age, Julia; she looks more like your sister than your daughter."

"And that makes it better?" Julia laughed, moaning slightly, "You know it's horribly wrong."

"I won't push it," I said, "but I think you should consider what Diamond might actually want, and not what you think she should."

I let Julia stew on that thought as my lips wrapped around her, and I cleaned her like a dutiful wife; gently sucking her dirty shaft until it pulsed to eruption. She came a third time, pouring her seed into my mouth to a chorus of gentle gasps, her pale abdomen clenching in contrast with her languid posture. I smiled at her as she leaked from my lips, and she smiled back, bringing our mouths together, and passing her cum between our tongues. God, she was so different now. So different in some ways, but still the same in others. Her face was the color of her hair as we shamefully walked from the changing room to the gawking eyes of the shop's customers. They didn't know they were in the presence of divinity, and by the blush of Julia's cheeks, she didn't seem to think they were. I paid for the items with all the royal dignity I could muster, added a generous tip, and then we sprinted out of the shop like little girls, giggling uncontrollably.

JULIA

"But that's where your poop comes out!" Diamond laughed at Lucilla. I stubbornly kept my eyes fixed on the road, knowing without a doubt that Lucilla was trying to catch my embarrassed gaze with her mocking glance.

"Sex is dirty," Lucilla chuckled, holding hands with my daughter, their fingers interlaced, "and the dirtier it is, the better. If god didn't want us to play with our buttholes, she wouldn't have made it feel so good."

"But... poop!" Diamond yelled, unable to wrap her head around it, "How do you... why would you...? Mom, did you get Aunt Lucilla's poop on your penis?"

"I'm not an animal, Sparkles; I practice proper hygiene!" Lucilla exclaimed loudly as my face stung with mortification. I pointedly avoided the gazes of the Towerhead's pedestrians as they turned their attention toward my boisterous daughter and my shameless lover.

"There is no amount of proper hygiene that makes your butthole clean!" Diamond insisted. "It's like trying to scrub mud."

"Au contraire, my dearest adoptive daughter," Lucilla chuckled. "I'll have you know that my butthole is so clean, that after your mother was done with it, I sucked her—"

"Beautiful sunset tonight, huh Freydis?" I yelled to the valkyrie, who was standing right next to me.

"Absolutely gorgeous!" Freydis yelled back, clearly as uncomfortable with the conversation I was.

"Excuse me?" a small voice asked from behind us. We all turned around to see a boy of about seven, his hands held shyly behind his back. He looked up at Freydis, his expression almost worshipful.

"Are you Angel?" he asked, and then held out a scrap of paper and a quill. "Can I get your autograph?"

"No," Freydis replied, frowning at the boy. He cowered before her, mumbled something, and then scampered down the road, where a group of other boys were watching Freydis with awe-struck eyes.

"What was that about?" Lucilla asked Freydis.

"I don't know," Freydis shrugged, "but it's not the first time someone in Towerhead has asked me if I'm an angel. The tailor offered me a discount because he thought I was an angel, a man propositioned me because he thought I was an angel, and a caravanner told me he made a hundred bucks off me."

"What?" I asked, more confused than before.

"That's what I said," Freydis nodded, "though I didn't know mythical creatures of the maternal afterlife produced deer by the hundreds; you'll have to read me that tale from your bible."

"Hold on," Lucilla frowned, seeming to form a hypothesis. She walked over to a nearby vendor, bought a tabloid, and walked back to us as she flipped through it. She stopped dead in her tracks in the middle of the road, and gaped as she slowly turned to the pages.

"What is it?" I called after her. Lucilla's eyes darted to me, and then to Freydis. She promptly dropped the newspaper in the street, stomped it into a pile of horse manure, and walked to us.

"Just tabloid trash," Lucilla said, taking my arm, "gossip, rumors and the like; the same kind of shit that used to follow me around back home."

"If I remember correctly, most of those rumors about you were spot-on," I smirked at Lucilla, "and you used to relish reading them. What changed?"

"I lost the taste for them," Lucilla grimaced, realizing I'd caught her lie. She put her hand on my shoulder and guided me to stop, letting Freydis walk out of earshot.

"What is it?" I whispered, "Why does everyone seem to recognize Freydis?"

"It looks like Flora was right about Freydis's daughter," Lucilla whispered back, "she didn't find the Earth Former."

"What do you mean?" I asked. Lucilla looked over her shoulder, seeing that Freydis had stopped and was waiting for us with her hands resting impatiently on her hips.

"The reason everyone thinks Freydis is this 'Angel' person," Lucilla whispered, "is because there's a valkyrie in Drastin who goes by the name of 'Angel.' Do you know about the Pit?"

"Yes," I replied, shuddering silently at the thought of that sinful place. I would be giving the infamous arena a wide berth once we got to Drastin.

"Well, this Angel is supposed to be the next big thing," Lucilla said. "I mean, she was on every page of that tabloid. What she's wearing, what she's eating, who she's fucking..."

"Who she's fu... having sex with?" I hissed. "Valkyries don't sleep around!"

"Well, this one does," Lucilla grinned. "Not only does this 'Angel' fight in the Pit, but she performs daily sex acts in a brothel, and not the vanilla kind. Oh, goddamn it; you just have to see." Lucilla looked over her shoulder and called to the frustrated valkyrie, "Freydis, hold up a second, Ok?"

Lucilla rushed over to the newspaper booth and procured another copy, before excitedly running back over to me. The audacity Lucilla had to pretend she didn't care about celebrity gossip was laughable; she lived for it.

"Ok, full disclosure, I didn't want you to see this before because you're on the cover," Lucilla whispered excitedly. She showed me the illustration, and it was blessedly erroneous. I took the leaflet from her and paged through the articles about me, frowning at the inaccuracies and gasping at some of the claims. Apparently, I was an assassin sent from an underworld cult of religious fanatics. I duel-wielded a set of holy staffs, wore the skimpiest nun's habit ever conceived by a sexually-frustrated illustrator, performed exorcisms before I murdered my victims, and was on a mission to purge the elven aristocracy for killing my parents. There wasn't anything about my exploits in Arbortus, though I doubted many people in the world knew about Passion, or her womb.

"Yeah, I like their story better," Lucilla sniggered at me, "though the drawing's a little off. I think it's missing something..."

I glowered at Lucilla, and she hurriedly turned the pages to the sections about Angel. There was no doubt about it; that was Freydis's daughter. Clearly, someone had a lot of time to draw Astrid, and not in flattering positions. I didn't know tabloids doubled as hardcore-porno mags in Drastin, but apparently, they did. I instinctively covered Diamond's eyes as she peered over my shoulder, and I flipped to the next page.

"That's her manager, 'Night Eyes,'" Lucilla said, pointing to the portrait of the white-haired nymph, her eyes black like Passion's, "and they call that woman, 'Death Kiss,'" she said, pointing to the succubus.

"What?!" a voice hissed from behind us. We turned around to see Flora's face twisted in alarm. "Did you say, 'Death Kiss?'"

"Yeah," Lucilla said, raising an eyebrow as she handed Flora the tabloid, "you know her?"

Flora didn't answer, because Flora almost fainted. Her green complexion grew ashen, her lips quivered, and her hands trembled as though stricken with a palsy. Her bulging eyes filled with tears, and leaked saline droplets onto the paper as her lenses scanned the words.

"Flora?" I asked, bending down to peer at her horrified face. "Are you alright?"

Her head snapped up, her face changing violently to an expression of manic joy.

"Tera has her!" she screamed. "By the Giver, Tera has her!"

In a blur of speed that shocked me, Flora turned heel and sprinted right for Freydis. Lucilla groaned and darted after the nymph, but bless her soul, Lucilla was no athlete. Flora outpaced the elf, ran into Freydis, and opened the tabloid. I didn't have to be a fortune teller to know what was going to happen next. Freydis snatched the magazine, brought it to within an inch of her face, widened her eyes, grabbed Flora, and then launched into the air with a mighty flap of her wings. They shrank to a dot against the blue sky, Freydis's white span catching the sun and glinting onto the eyes of the gawking spectators.

"Did I miss something?" Diamond asked.

"I guess we both did," I said, gaping at the empty sky where they just were, and then to my flustered lover, "what was that about?"

"The fuck if I know," Lucilla grumbled, "something about 'Tera,' whoever that is; crazy old bitch. You should've swallowed your pride and let Freydis swear her vows to you."

"Freydis owes me nothing," I said, "if she wants to leave, she can. Her daughter's wellbeing is much more important than acting as a chaperone for us."

"She was deterrent for harassment," Lucilla frowned, eyes darting to the sides. "In case you hadn't noticed, the wonderful people of Towerhead don't exactly like us."

I looked around, and saw that the gawking stares the citizenry had reserved for Freydis, were now hostile glares directed at the three of us. They came from windows and thresholds, booths and foyers. The came from the dirty faces of the men who worked, the plump face of the women who washed, and the shiny faces of the boys who had asked for Freydis's signature. The wind could be heard clearly through the town now, playing across creaking doors and rusty hinges, whistling a tense warning. I felt my hair stand on the back of my neck, and my blood began to heat, readying me for what might come.

"Mom?" Diamond asked. "Why is everyone staring at us?"

"I don't know, Diamond," I said, pulling her to my waist, "but we're not staying around to find out."

"There's an inn a mile outside town," Lucilla said, nervously glancing around. "I think we'll go there."