The Creators Ch. 07

"What's wrong?" I asked, feeling my smile fade, feeling my heart flutter for a new reason.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Nate yelled, pushing me back, sending my tumbling to the floor. I broke my fall with my elbows, and cried out as the pain shot up my arms. Nate hurriedly pulled up his pants, stuffing himself away and staring down at me with disgust written across his face.

"I don't know!" I cried, confused and scared, not knowing what I'd done. "What did I do?"

"What did you do?!" Nate roared, his face turning red. "What did you do?!"

"Tell me what I did!" I cried, feeling tears brimming at my eyes. "Tell me what I did wrong so that I never do it again!"

"Do I look like a fucking cock-sucker to you?" Nate snarled at me, his posture threatening, rage edging in his voice. "Do you think I'm some kind of faggot?!"

"I don't know what that is," I whimpered, cowering below him, giving him my shoulder and curling into a ball.

"It's what you are!" Nate yelled, pointing his finger down at me. "You're a fucking faggot, you're a... a fucking freak! You tried to trick me into your gay little... your fucking little... FUCK YOU, YOU FAGGOT SLUT!"

Nate kicked me hard in the ribs, folding my body around his foot and causing me to scream in pain.

"If you tell anyone in Towerhead about this, I'll fucking kill you, Diamond," Nate hissed in my ear as I gasped for air. "I'll tell everyone you're a lying, faggot witch, and they'll believe. We'll tie you and your whore-sister and her whore-friend to a stake, and we'll have us a good witch-burning just like the olden days."

Nate stormed away, his stomping feet echoing and then muting with the slamming of the door. I laid in my fetal ball, trying to gasp away the physical pain as the despair squeezed my chest. Tears burned on my cheeks, pathetic whimpers hissed past my trembling lips, my whole body shuddered with my horrified breaths. I'd never known self-doubt before, but I felt it then. There was something wrong with me; something horribly, irreparably wrong with me. Now I knew why Mom didn't want me to talk to strangers; it wasn't them; it was me. Aunt Lucilla had told me I was special, but I didn't know until that moment that I was a pariah. I had more questions now, but they weren't born of innocent curiosity, but from sickening reflection. I turned-over every memory I possessed, and watched as each precious moment darkened in the shadow my new realization.

I'm a freak. I'm a faggot. Nate's words solidified. Mom doesn't want me because she thinks I'm disgusting. Aunt Lucilla is just pretending to want me because she pities me. Nobody wants me. Nobody loves me. I'm alone, and the only person who ever really cared about me is dead.

I looked at the bar, and saw the knife block standing tantalizingly close, its hidden edges concealing the solution to my problem.

JULIA

I burst from the room, naked with Lucilla running behind. I couldn't tell what the yelling had been about, I assumed it was between Nate and Arby, but then I'd heard my daughter's screams, and I'd scorched the bedsheets with my terror. My drunk vision adjusted to the blurred lighting, and focused to an image of my daughter, knife in one hand, penis in the other, within a heartbeat of doing it.

"NO!" I shrieked, propelling myself across the room with my pounding feet, watching in slow-motion as Diamond made her decision, and brought the knife down. I was too slow. The knife arced, its gleaming edge closing the gap between its stretched target. A line of white heat shot from my outstretched fingertips, and sent fractals through the air, darkening everything in the well-lit room with its blinding brightness. The sound that came after was deafening, and the force of it blew the furniture to the side of the room, cracked the paned glass, and blew the door ajar. When the patterns of burnt light faded from my vision, I was met with the sight of Diamond sprawled on the floor, breathing heavily, but still blessedly intact. The wall behind her was a black mass of scorched wood, white embers flaring through patterned cracks. I scrambled over to Diamond, kneeling on the ground and scooping her into my arms, feeling my tears wet her neck as she sobbed against me.

"Oh my god, Diamond," I breathed my horror, my heart thundering like it never had before. "Oh my god..."

"I'm a monster," Diamond sobbed.

"You're not a monster," I hissed, holding her with all my strength, wanting to squeeze the pain from her. "I'm the monster, Diamond; I killed your mother, I dragged you from her love into this hateful world."

"It's not the world, it's me!" Diamond whispered, her nails digging into my back. "You should've let me cut it off!"

"No!"

"I know you think it's wrong; I heard you what you said last night," Diamond said, pleading with me. "We can both do it, together, and become like everyone else. Then they'll love us."

"I love you, Diamond," I breathed, my daughter's pain torturing me. "I love you more than you can ever know."

"No, you don't," Diamond croaked, her voice ragged, "you think I'm an abomination!"

"I was wrong," I whispered, my voice barely yielding, "I was so wrong, Diamond. You're beautiful just the way you were born, perfect just the way you born."

"You think I'm disgusting," Diamond whimpered, "that's why you think it's wrong to love me."

"What?" I said, pulling her from my shoulder, seeing the perfect portrait of grief she displayed for me. Her sparkling freckles glinted brighter with her tears, her apple cheeks were rosy with her anguish, her emerald eyes were filmed and red, and her ruby lips were quivering.

"You said sex is the physical expression of love," Diamond sniffled, "but you won't love me because you think it's wrong."

I cupped my daughter on the cheek, wiping away her tears with my thumb, seeing her beauty shine brighter once the pain was dried from it. Where was the voice of disgust telling me that I was depraved? Where was the pious nun damning me for my desires? Diamond was a babe of my own loins, a woman of my flesh and blood, and I wanted her. I wanted her even more because of it. The nun in me had almost let my daughter mutilate herself, but the Passion in me would show her pleasures she couldn't imagine. I would love my baby as the daughter she was, and as the woman she'd always been. As Passion had done with her children, so I would do with mine.

"It's not wrong, Diamond," I smiled, pulling her face closer to mine, cupping both her cheeks in my palms. "I was wrong, baby; I was so wrong."

"Do you want to love me?" Diamond whispered, her emerald eyes brimming.

"Yes," I breathed onto her lips, feeling my heart thumping with yearning, "do you want to love me?"

"Yes!" Diamond said, the words barely a gasp from her mouth. I pulled her face tenderly to mine, and abandoned the last of my shame to the lips of my daughter. I breathed sharply through my nose as her tongue pushed into my mouth, tensing with the echoes of my piety before letting the languidness of lust guide my motions. I slid my tongue atop hers, and playfully guided her kiss, instructing her gently in the way only a mother can. Our lips consumed with soft hedonism, our bodies pressed together, and our hearts thumped to the same cadence of anticipation. I climbed to my feet and grasped the supple fat of my daughter's backside, feeling her melt into me as my fingers sank into her. I picked her up, and smiled around her kissing lips as she wrapped her legs about me, her need pressing hard against mine, throbbing together between our bellies. I caught a glimpse of Lucilla behind my daughter's face, and saw that she was wiping tears from a beaming face. She entangled fingers with my daughter, and the three of us walked into the soft candlelight of the bedroom.

DIAMOND

Mom was a great kisser. Her tongue placated my every desire, her soft lips pillowed against mine, her flavor soaked its love onto my needful palate. She taught me how to kiss her back with the wet motions of her mouth, and I followed her lustful instructions until we moved gracefully within each other. She laid me on the bed, and her hands moved to the hem of my dress. She broke our kiss for only a moment as the fabric pulled over my face, and I urgently brought our mouths back together once I was laid bare. She pressed her nakedness on top of mine, our breasts squishing delectably, our bellies forming a layer of warmth, our thighs interlocked, and our members pressing together, throbbing their desire, rubbing combatively and leaking froth to slicken the penile swordplay. Her hands caressed me along the collar, her fingertips trailing soft fire upon my flesh. I shivered as she brushed each digit across both nipples, and her kiss formed a smile against mine, delighted at my reactiveness. Her fingers moved along the curves of my abdomen, through the lines of my pelvis, and toward the joining of our lust. She stopped there, and began caressing back and forth, teasing me playfully, her smiling kiss growing broader, her teeth gently biting my tongue. I giggled beneath her, and met her loving gaze as our lips parted, seeing the flush of her apple cheeks and the emerald of her eyes beneath strands of red.

"Do you like how Mommy's lips feel?" Mom whispered, an endearing smile exposing white teeth.

"Yes," I smiled back, my body static in anticipation, eagerly awaiting what pleasures she would show me next.

"Do you want Mommy to kiss you in other places?" Mommy sniggered, her nose crinkling.

"Yes!" I gasped, wriggling happily beneath my mother's warmth.

"Where do you want Mommy to kiss you?" Mom asked, lowering her face and breathing the question into my ear.

"My nipples," I said, arching my back so that my chest jutted forward. Mom laughed sweetly into my ear, and then kissed a trail down my chest, stopping when her lips hovered above my nipple. She glanced to the side, and made a small gesture with her eyes. Aunt Lucilla draped herself next to Mother, her pale complexion gleaming its patterns, her sapphire eyes smiling with loving lips.

"Do you want Aunt Lucilla to kiss you too?" she smirked, like it was a secret joke only we were in on.

"Yes," I smirked back. Aunt Lucilla pressed her mouth to mine, and opened it to let me show her what Mom had taught me. She hummed her approval as our mouths rotated and our tongues entwined, and then she parted with a satisfied smile, gave me a wink that caused me to giggle, and wrapped her lips around my right nipple as Mom did the same to my left. I moaned softly as they drew my nodes to throbbing points in their mouths, and then moaned louder as their tongues pushed against me. They sucked gently; the soft olive flesh of my bust stretching with their lips, two pairs of eyes smiling lovingly up at me. I ran my splayed hands through their hair, relishing the soft texture of it, then grasped them gently about the backs of their heads, and pushed them deeper. They exchanged knowing glances as I moaned even louder, then they pulled from my breasts, leaving purple suction marks and shining spit about my areolas.

"Where do you want Mommy and Aunt Lucilla to kiss you next?" Mom grinned, the excitement shining in her eyes.

"I want..." I smirked playfully, letting my finger move from one woman, to the next. "...Mom to kiss my penis, and Aunt Lucilla to kiss my vagina."

"From now on, Sparkles," Aunt Lucilla smiled, "use less medical terminology."

"Fine," I grinned devilishly, "I want Mom to suck my cock, and Aunt Lucilla to eat my butthole."

"I think you made a mistake, Diamond," Mom chuckled.

"I don't think I did," I grinned back.

"You act like it's a punishment," Aunt Lucilla smirked as she guided me to roll to my side. "I just had a taste of your mother, and found that I've developed quite an appetite for bitchy asshole."

I stuck my tongue out at her, and she returned the gesture as she descended in time with Mom. Aunt Lucilla gripped my cheeks and spread, her thumbs pressing gently about my rim, exposing me, making me feel wonderfully vulnerable. Mom's hands pressed softly against my pelvis, extending me further, making me feel raging need. Their mouths breathed on my respective parts, mingling the desires to penetrate and be penetrated, ratcheting the anticipation of my sexual duality. I gasped as Mom's lips enveloped my tip, and whimpered as Aunt Lucilla's tongue began circling my spokes. Mom paused to look up at me, a maternal expression on her kindly face, contrasting the perverseness of her consumption. She quirked her occupied mouth in an endearing smile, and I returned it with one of girlish excitement. Aunt Lucilla gave me a look of the utmost depravity; her sapphire irises topping the whites of her eyes, her open mouth drooling hungrily as her tongue tasted my tender pink circle. I gave her a teasing sneer, and she gave me a wink, and pushed in.

Their mouths descended in time, their faces pressing into soft taint and flat pelvis, forcing an involuntary shiver that ran from my thighs to the nape of my neck. I felt my cock bulging deeply in my mother's soft warm mouth, and my anus opening to welcome Aunt Lucilla's hot wet tongue. They both rotated their sucking lips; Mom about my base, and Aunt Lucilla about my rim, and I squirmed between them, trapped in a prison of splendor, reacting to one, then the other. I gasped and giggled as I reached down and planted my hands atop their heads, looking for support in my lustful bridge. Mom's emerald eyes gleamed their affection as she lovingly sucked me, while Aunt Lucilla's glinted with more playfulness as she curled her tongue against my anal wall, and stimulated my pussy from the wrong side. I moaned an escalating tone as I felt their fingers slide together from opposite sides, trailing tender torture down my taint and below my shaft. They met in the middle, and penetrated my virginity with two fingers each.

"Oh, Good Mother!" I cried, echoing Mom's typical exclamation. Mom's finger curled and pressed against my spot, while Aunt Lucilla's squished my fleshy division against her tongue. My legs tensed beneath me, and I began twisting and thrusting uncontrollably, stuck between trying to consume Aunt Lucilla's face with my ass, while burying my cock into my mother's throat. They didn't let me choose. They pushed their faces firmly against me, squishing their complexions against my crotch and ass, consuming me and invading me with wet tender heat that moistened my insides and sheened my outsides. It was too much to take. Their fingers moved gently but relentlessly, finding the secrets of my womanhood and exploiting them without mercy. Mom's mouth sucked with ravenous tenderness, drawing me deeper into her throat, sliding only along the last inches of my base and taking everything else with ease. Aunt Lucilla tasted me with more hedonism; licking and prodding, expanding and exploring, sucking my rim and humming her lecherous approval as I winked and constricted around her penetrating tongue. She found a spot in my rectum that I didn't know existed, and I yelped and jerked into a back-wrenching arch. She was only encouraged by my reaction, and pressed her tongue savagely against my prostate, milking me as she stimulated it from the other side with her fingers.

I whimpered and thrashed, grinding my thighs together against their wrists as their practiced fingers drove me to the brink of sanity, and their expert mouths pushed me over the edge of it. My eyes rolled into my head, and a rasping sound crawled from my chest as I felt the expansion in my nethers accompany the boiling in my loins. Mom began sucking harder, Aunt Lucilla began pushing deeper. My pussy convulsed and spasmed, my abdomen clenched and twisted, my diaphragm heaved with escalating breaths. I went rigid when the feeling reached its precipice, and both my lovers pushed their faces until my soft flesh deformed around them. The feeling dragged through an eternal, wonderful moment, and then erupted. My pussy gushed in a stream of release, my cock burst with a felicitous expulsion, and my anus coiled into a euphoric contraction. I sputtered and gasped the feeling away, hardly able to make a sound as I poured my cum into my mommy's mouth, and trapped Aunt Lucilla's tongue into my tightening asshole. They let me thrash between them as I leaked from my holes, and then they slowly parted; spit and secretion clinging to their marred lips.

"Mmm, Diamond," Mom moaned, "you're so delicious." She gave me a naughty look. "Do you want to know how you taste?"

"You wouldn't let me try it before," I said, my voice full of breath.

"I was wrong about a lot of things before, Sweetie," Mom smiled, white fluid oozing from her red lips. She rose to me, her body moving with a languidness that seemed almost liquid. She was an entirely different woman in bed than she was in the world, a goddess of sensuality, and all I could do was smile as her lips connected with mine. I tasted the salt of my lust, and found it to be mouthwatering when mingled with the flavor of Mom's tongue. We passed it back and forth between us, letting it dribble from the corners of our grinning lips as we sucked upon each other.

"I taste good," I giggled when we parted, and Mom grinned her agreement.

"Yes, you do," Aunt Lucilla's teasing, sensual voice spoke in my ear, "do you want to know how delicious your asshole is?"

"Yuck!" I sniggered, pushing Aunt Lucilla's face away. "Go brush your teeth before you—"

Aunt Lucilla forced her mouth to mine, managing to smirk as she pushed her sullied tongue between my lips. I struggled for a vain moment before I was compelled to kiss her back, and accept the flavor of my own ass into my mouth. Aunt Lucilla was right; I was delicious. Though the flavor was disgusting, the action was sumptuous in its depravity, and for some reason, I liked it dirty. The filthy tang of my sinful hole was delivered from the slutty tongue of my adoptive aunt, and all I could do was hum into her mouth as I indulged in my own zest.

"Tomorrow you're going to return the favor," Aunt Lucilla breathed onto my parted lips as she ran a finger over them, "but tonight, it's all about you, Sparkles. So, are you ready to become a woman?"

JULIA

I grasped my daughter about the small of her back, and rolled us over to a chorus of giggles and motherly chuckles. She laid atop me for a moment, letting her scarlet hair tickle my face, her expression bright with excitement. We shared a brief kiss before I took her by the shoulders, and gently guided her to a straddling position about my hips. Lucilla slid her curvaceous form alongside Diamond's slender body, grasped my cock with a wink, and delivered it to my daughter. Diamond gave me a small bashful smile as she curled her fingers around my shaft, and I let my hands slide along her delicate frame until they rested on her hips.

"Are you ready?" I asked her. Diamond looked down at what she had in her hand, her curly mane forming a curtain over her face. Lucilla brushed it aside to reveal apprehension in Diamond's downcast expression.

"It's really big," she said quietly.

"It's OK if you're not ready," I said, bringing my body up to hers, pressing our torsos and breasts together, "there's no rush, Sweetie."

"I'm ready," Diamond insisted with a scared smile. "I'm just nervous."

"I'll be so gentle with you," I breathed onto her as I cupped her apple cheek. "I will never hurt you."

"Unless you want to be hurt," Lucilla sniggered unhelpfully. I gave her a look, and she receded with an apologetic smile.

"You're in control, Diamond," I said, brushing scarlet hair behind her pointed ear, "only do what you're comfortable with, but don't be afraid to let yourself go. There's a world of joy to be had in sex, but only if you're bold."