The Creators Ch. 08

"Right now?" she moaned at me. She was on the couch, her body cushioned from the stone.

"I bought us an hour," I frowned, hoping my plush slippers would keep me muted. "I don't know when I can buy us another. Yes, right now. Where's Julia?"

"She's a terrible liar," Lucilla gasped, wrapping her legs around Brandon's driving hips. "Best leave her out of it."

"What are you guys talking about?" Brandon asked.

"You're going to meet your future mother-in-law," I said, "and convince her not to throw an impromptu family reunion. Now be a dear, and bust that nut. Oh," I smiled sheepishly, "and let me have some, please."

Willowbud, in her twisted, yet childish sense of humor, had made her tower traversable by water slide. The three of us screamed our lungs out as we spiraled down the fifty stories of smoothed-over stone, our asses barely touching the jetted surface as we neared terminal velocity. The chute ended in a gut-wrenching drop that sent us barreling into a pool below, our shrieks echoing until they were silenced by the sudden splash. Thankfully, Willowbud's pool did not exit onto the street, but led to a tunnel beneath it, allowing us to pass the tens of thousands that had gathered outside the tower. We surfaced from a grate in an abandoned tavern, dried ourselves off with thoughtfully-placed towels, and made our way to my safehouse.

Two sets of broken shackles were strewn about the floor, one ripped cleanly from the wall by someone of great strength. I hissed and dropped to a crouch, eyes darting to the corners, to the shadowed stairwell, to the pylons, but no... that's not where a valkyrie would attack from. My eyes slowly tracked the ceiling, to the hole in the sunroof. Freydis hadn't set an ambush for me. Freydis and Flora had gone. In my haste to get to Brandon before Willowbud or Julia, I had forgotten to touch Freydis. The day had expired, and she had awoken.

"Tera?" Lucilla asked, her voice wavering. "Should we go back, like, right the fuck now?!"

"I didn't smell her when we came down," I said, studying the scene, "and I didn't smell her when we came out of the bar. They haven't gone to the brothel," I frowned at shackles, "but I doubt they've gone far. What kind of a woman is Freydis, Lucilla? Can she be reasoned with if it comes to confrontation?"

"Will it come to that?"

"Most certainly."

ANGELA

This was the second time today I was panicking while the Heat Bringer knocked on my door, and I hadn't gotten used to it.

"I'm not ready to be Diamond!" I hissed at Justina. "What do we do?!"

"Ah, fuck... pretend to be asleep!" Justina hissed back, dousing the lamp. We curled beneath the covers, closed our eyes, and began snoring. Justina spooned me as the doorknob turned, and whispered, "Click your tongue if you want me to enslave you; it might make it easier."

The door opened with a foreboding creak. "Diamond? Justina?" Julia called into the darkness. Justina shifted sleepily next to me, nestling her body against my curve.

"...wha?" she croaked as though just waking.

"Were you two asleep?" Julia had a sweet smile in her voice. "It's not even seven!"

"We wore each other out," Justina chuckled drowsily, trying to convince Julia to leave by showing how tired she was. It didn't work. The door opened wider, and the dusk light bathed us. Through slit eyes, I saw the silhouette of a naked woman, a very non-womanly shadow hanging between her legs. Shit.

I groaned sleepily, pulled the pillow over my head and curled into a ball, doing everything I could to dissuade my 'mother' from coming nearer. Her footsteps came all the same.

"You haven't eaten since morning, baby," Julia voice came closer and closer, "you must be so hungry."

I felt the mattress sink as someone sat beside me on the bed, the weight pulling the covers from my shoulders, leaving me exposed to the waist. I clutched the pillow tighter, pressing it hard against my face, trying to block out the world, feeling my heart thunder against my breastbone, feeling physically vulnerable for the first time in ages.

"Diamond?" Julia's voice had a touch of concern. "Justina, did you do something to her?"

"I did all kinds of things to her," Justina laughed, but even I could hear the fear in it. The façade was cracking, and I had to act before it shattered. I took a steeling breath, pulled the pillow from my face, and opened my eyes. Julia didn't look like a terrifying deity of immeasurable power; she looked like a loving mother staring adoringly at her doting daughter. I watched her, waiting for her to see through the ruse, but she just smiled compassionately, and ran a hand through my hair.

"What did you and Justina do?" she asked softly, her emerald eyes brimming from her gentle face. They were disarming eyes, kindly in a way only a mother's could be. I eased myself into the role, recalling the memories and emotions Diamond left in her astral garden, trying to piece-together a personality I could use.

"We did stuff with our mouths," I giggled, mimicking Diamond's sonorous laugh to the note, "and then I had sex with her butthole." Diamond hadn't quite grasped situational language yet, so I made sure to effect that.

"That seems to be the theme of today," Julia chuckled warmly. "How did you like it?"

"It was really tight," I stretched lazily, and then giggled again. "It felt so good!"

"She's so submissive," Justina laughed, pulling me into her arms, "but after some gentle persuasion, I got her hips moving."

"She enslaved me," I grinned at Julia, "It was like I was a different person."

"I'm starting to get jealous of all this enslaving," Julia smiled, moving her face closer to mine, "it sounds so fun. It sounds like what your... mother..." Julia trailed off, a little twinkle in her eye, "...never mind." She cupped my face with her hand, running an affectionate thumb over my chin. "Are you hungry?" she asked, and as if on cue, Diamond's stomach growled its response, betraying me. "I guess you are," she giggled, lying down beside me, taking my head in her hands, and pulling my face closer. Sparkling creamy flesh filled my vision, the glistening pink point of a nipple leaking milk. Justina clicked her tongue, seeing if I'd respond in kind, but I didn't. This was just dinner, right? I could handle this. Nothing sexual about sucking on some tit; babies do it every day and nobody bats an eye. Of course, my body wasn't getting the message. I turned myself toward Julia, bending my knees beneath the covers, narrowly avoiding pitching a tent in the sheets. She arched her back, presented her breast, and I wrapped my lips around mommy's nipple, and began to suck. Sweet warm nectar flooded my mouth, and I closed my eyes like a nursing babe as I savored the taste, savored the feeling of Julia's breast pillowing against my muzzle. There was no doubt about it; the male side of my new body was heterosexual. I had yet to determine if the female side followed suit, but this dick felt close to bursting.

"My, my, you were hungry," a soothing mother's voice leaked into my ear, a gentle hand clasped the back of my head, bringing me closer. I rotated my lips contentedly, a purring sound tremoring from my chest, escaping my occupied mouth in a low hum. I realized too late that what I was doing, was moaning. I opened my eyes, and saw Julia's shining down on me, desire glinting in them, my unintended message well-received. Shit.

"You know, Diamond," Julia voice seemed heavier now, "I don't know if Aunt Lucilla ever told you this about me, but my favorite place to have sex with a man, is in my butt."

Oh-fuck-oh-fuck-oh-fuck-oh-fuck.

"I don't why I like it so much," Julia's other hand was sliding along the curve of my belly, "maybe it's because Mother Septina called it, 'the devil's hole,' and it feels so naughty." Julia giggled as her hand slid lower, "Maybe it's because it hurts, and Mommy's female side likes the pain." Julia's hand moved to my pelvis, "Maybe it's because it's dirty, and deep down, I want to be a dirty girl."

Justina clicked her tongue again, but I couldn't think of a graceful way to click back with a nipple between my lips. Maybe I didn't want to click back. Maybe I wanted to see where this would go. Maybe I liked the way Julia's cool fingers felt wrapped around my stiff cock, maybe I liked the smell of her, the taste of her, the low sigh in her chest as she began to stroke me, as if relieved to be doing so. Oh, fuck. So, this is what it felt like to have another want to touch you, to have another want to pleasure you, to have another want you inside of them. I was shocked at how little control I had over myself, how my mind and body were compelled by some undeniable force to bend, press and taste. I wasn't just nursing from Julia now, but flicking her pert nipple with my tongue, grinning around it as she giggled at the feeling, her body curving to mine, her belly pressing to mine, her thighs interlocking with mine, her... hello, penis. And there was my feminine sexuality, as straight as an arrow. Julia's (much larger) cock slid beneath mine, the shaft running through my slit, parting my folds, wetting with the lust that oozed from me. Oh god, did I want it. Oh, god... It became immediately obvious to me that I was much more female than I was male. That part of me wasn't just goading me like the male part was, but screaming, demanding, commanding. I knew Diamond could take every inch of her mother; I'd seen those memories. I knew Diamond loved it.

"Diamond?" Julia's voice was thick with need. "Do you want to pleasure Mommy's asshole?"

No, Julia, I thought as I teethed her nipple, I want you to break my cervix open.

"You haven't fucked me yet," Julia was practically breathing the words, each curse sounding unpracticed from her pious tongue, like she saved the word 'fuck' only for special occasions, "and I've been waiting for you, baby girl. I can't always be the man."

I was sliding myself subtly back and forth, running Julia's length through my folds, moaning, begging with my eyes, feeling her push through my ass cheeks and poke Justina on the other side. Justina clicked her tongue again, a little more urgently this time, but I hardly registered that she was there. Needful tones growled from my chest, expelling from sucking lips as I pleaded my case, bending to Julia, molding myself to her, grinding my thighs around her rigid heat as she stroked mine. Oh no, I'm a slut! I realized. I always thought that when I finally got a body, I'd be a powerful, self-respecting woman, but I'm a helpless, pathetic slut! but there's no use denying your nature, so, GIVE ME PENIS!

"I'll fuck you, Mommy," I whispered, Julia's milk dribbling from the corners of my mouth, "but only if you fuck me first." Justina sucked-in air behind me, barely hiding the shocked gasp that came from her. Somewhere within my mind, my rational cognizance was screaming at me, but it was a faint sound. Brandon be damned; I need dick now!

"Aunt Lucilla's right about you," Julia crinkled her nose, her hands moving to my hips, "you are a little bitch."

"Punish me then."

Julia rolled atop me, her breasts flattening to hemispheres against my chest, her grin wide and hungry, her eyes dancing dangerously before my own. What else could I do? I bit my lip, spread my legs, and...

"Am I interrupting?" a horribly familiar voice came from the doorway. Julia's lustful hold turned to a protective embrace in an instant. My breath hissed from me as I dared a look over her shoulder, my heart galloping against Julia's calming cadence. Willowbud was in the doorway, and Corruption was staring right at me. The ruse was up, the shit had hit the fan, the... but no, Corruption wasn't staring at me. It seemed Diamond's 'purple-ness' did hide me from the Sentient, but that was little comfort when I saw who Corruption's attention was focused on. Though her posture spoke of caution, her black eyes studied Julia with curiosity, with intrigue. With desire.

"Julia," I whispered, "Corruption wants you." Julia's face turned to me, eyes narrowing, and I realized I'd just called her by her first name. Fuck!

"Does she, Diamond?" Julia searched my eyes. "How can you tell?"

"I can see her inside Willowbud, like I saw Angela before," I said, adopting Diamond's mannerisms, hoping my fuck-up would be ignored. "I think she's afraid of you, but I also think she wants you to be her friend. I think Willowbud is going to give you a present, and I think it's from Corruption."

Julia bit her lip, seeming to mull that over.

"I can come back later," Willowbud sighed, her silhouette leaving the door.

"No," Julia said, turning around, "just give me a minute, and I'll be with you." Julia turned back to me, running an affectionate hand over my cheek. "I know you're a grown woman," she whispered, "but I always want to be just 'Mom' to you, OK?" she smiled sweetly, and I smiled back and nodded. "Time to face the devil's temptation," She grinned. She kissed me on the nose, gave Justina a wink, and left. The two of us laid silently for a second, listening to the fading padding of feet.

"Angela, you fucking slut!" Justina finally giggled, hitting me in the face with a pillow, "I'm saving myself for Brandon," she mimicked as she abused me, "I'm just an innocent virgin who never participated in any of the dirty things that whore Justina did. Oh, hello Julia! Why yes, I would be delighted if you fucked my brains out; I'll even call you 'Mommy' while you do it!"

"Stop! Stop!" I laughed, trying to defend myself. Inevitably, Justina ended atop me, her sweaty, bronze warmth seeping into me, her disheveled mess of black hair laying in strands over her grinning, impish face.

"You don't get to pretend to be innocent anymore," Justina whispered on my lips, crawling up my body. "Not after that shit you just pulled. Besides," Justina's forked tongue flicked across my mouth as her hand grasped my stiff rod, "I don't think Brandon will care if you're not a virgin here."

As I stared into those violet eyes, I realized there was no one else I'd rather lose it to. We were beyond friends, beyond lovers, beyond sisters; we had been one person, and we both needed to feel that closeness again. I smiled with an opening mouth, and felt the invasion of another's kiss for the first time. Justina's reptilian tongue wrapped around my oral member, her lips curling in a grin as she ran against my awkward inexperience. She hunched herself over me, pinning my shoulders back, placing me in the submissive position of a pupil so that she could train me to her satisfaction. Our locked lips rotated in a lecherous devouring, our tongues tested the flavor and texture of the other. My motions lost their stiffness to fluidity, and Justina hummed her approval, and released me to teach a different lesson. My hands elevated as her hips did, as she centered my oozing tip against her wet slit. She paused for just a moment, letting the anticipation build as her devouring grin grew wider. Then she took me, welcoming me into her heat, embracing me all around as I sunk every bit of myself deep within. Our bodies curved against each other as the passion took hold, and we became one again.

JULIA

The room was pitch black, but I knew she was there.

"I can see you," her voice came, "I can see you inside and out. I don't need fire to light my way, Sister Julia; darkness is my vision, and your darkness is luminous."

My palm ignited with white flame, bathing the room in a monochromatic spectrum of black, greys and whites. Night Eyes was standing over Astrid, the valkyrie bent over, her mouthed gagged with a ball, her body bound with leather that crossed her back, encircled her breasts, and squeezed her glutes to protruding orbs. Her nipples were drawn to painful points by the metal weights that dangled from her piercings, and a similar treatment was done to her labia, pulling wet flesh to crude flaps. Astrid's eyes were wide above her gag, a mixture of agony, fear and pleasure all mingling together. Her body was stiff, unmoving, docile as her mistress examined me.

"Astrid came to me asking for punishment. It was at Tera's request, which means Tera is sneaking off somewhere. She took Brandon and Lucilla with her; do you think they'll say they've gone to that new vegan place? It doesn't matter. Lies have a way of revealing themselves with time. Truth is natural, and a lie has to be constantly tended to, or it will rot with honesty," Night Eyes pondered airily, beckoning me forward. She pulled a candle out of Astrid's ass (of which there were many), and lit it from my palm. She watched me as she tilted the flame, and let the candle drip onto Astrid's back. Astrid quivered and moaned around her gag, her back wanting to arch, but her discipline keeping it flat, letting the hot wax pool and dry over tattooed flesh.

"When I first met Astrid, she was almost perfect," Night Eyes said, turning the candle upright, and placing it in a candlestick. "My unknowing eyes saw no darkness in her, but Corruption showed it to me." Night Eyes knelt in front of Astrid, caressing almost-affectionate fingers through the valkyrie's braids. "Glory is Astrid's darkness, but I have brought it to the light. Look," Night Eyes ran her hand over Astrid's illustrated back, "symbols of her victories in the arena, trophies she has made a part of her." Night Eyes' fingers moved down Astrid's spine, where the sword of Iona was inked in perfect detail, the blade intercepting a tattoo that read 'Mistress's entrance,' turning into an arrow that pointed to Astrid's gaping candle-holder. "She has become her darkness."

"What's your point?" I asked, closing my hand, extinguishing the flame.

"Darkness it is the honesty we shroud, Sister," Night Eyes said, pulling out another candle to the muffled delight of her whore. "Deep down, people are simple creatures. Complexity comes from the masks we wear, the lie we tell the world that contradicts our true nature. We don't let the truth see the light of a day, so it becomes darkness, and we call it evil. I expose it, and call it beautiful."

"That's Corruption's philosophy," I said, sitting in the chair Night Eyes had set out for me, "but I walk in the daylight, Night Eyes. I walk in the favor of the only god that matters."

"The Holy Mother?" Night Eyes laughed.

"Death," I replied. Night Eyes' smile faded from her lips.

"That almost sounded like blasphemy, Sister Julia," Night Eyes said quietly, "though I often find myself sharing your heresy."

I thumbed the crescent symbol that hung between my breasts. "She is life, and therefore she is also the end of it. You have defied her, Corruption, and so she's sent me here to correct the mistake."

"Corruption can't talk to you."

"But she can hear me."

"And she's listening very closely, I'm sure," Night Eyes' grin returned. "She's absolutely terrified of you, and I suppose she should be. You are 'The Destroyer,' after all, so why haven't you killed me? To save Willowbud? To save your 'sister?'"

"Yes."

"And how are you going to do that?" Night Eyes laughed. "Are you going to fuck Corruption out of me? That brown stuff on your dick wasn't the remnants of a melded spirit, Sister."

"I am going to love you." I said simply, and then added with a little smile. "And you were clean when I pulled out."

"That's good to hear," Night Eyes smirked, withdrawing another candle to another muffled moan, "but Astrid here already loves me, and as you can see, Corruption wasn't too moved by it. It's guilt that Corruption can't stomach, but I'm afraid I'm not prone to the pious guilt you nuns pedal. I do... unspeakable things, Sister, and I sleep with a smile on my face every night."