The Creators Ch. 11

"Or perhaps she's just self-aware enough to know how to keep from changing," Angela suggested. "Maybe she makes these miniature realms to alleviate the strain before it consumes her. There are thousands of spires; I doubt each of them is a guilty memory. I bet most of them are empty, waiting to capture her future guilt."

"Conjecture, Angela," Justina frowned.

"Well, should Diamond check each one then?" Angela shot back.

"This doesn't make any sense," Lucilla said into my astral gemstone.

"What?" I mentally replied as Angela and Justina bickered.

"If each of those spires leads to Guilt, then why was the place Diamond emerged from just a hole in the ground? Why no spire?"

I vocalized Lucilla's question, which mercifully stopped the argument Angela and Justina were having.

"The only logical explanation, is that I'm right," Justina said with a smug smirk to Angela. "The newest version of Guilt is still under construction in Corruption's realm. Right now, it's just a hole, but give it time, and it will be a spire. These things are made from experience, Angela; they don't design their own realms."

"Ask your know-it-all daughter why there's a spire if Guilt's realm is beneath Corruption?"

"That's... hmm," Justina pondered after I relayed the message. She walked over to the bulletin board, and regarded the names in Corruption's column. "If Guilt is the next step in Corruption's evolution," Justina said, touching a finger to Guilt's name, then Corruption's, "and we're assuming Corruption was just the next step in Chaos's evolution," Justina ran her finger to the top name, "then maybe..." Justina took out a pen, and drew arrows between each of the names, "...maybe those spires are just the holes in Chaos's realm. There's no spire for the new guilty memory because it occurred after Chaos had wholly become Corruption."

"Why is her evolution so different than Hatred's?" Lucilla asked.

"Because she's fighting it, and its tearing her realm to pieces," I answered, pursing my lips as I regarded the board. I turned to Justina and Angela. "I think Angela's right, Justina. Corruption knows her way around the astral plane like no one else. She must know that she's changing, and she's doing everything she can to avoid it."

"And if these spires lead to Chaos," Angela said, stepping beside me, "then Corruption's final center won't be in this realm," Angela touched Corruption's name, "but this one." Angela touched Chaos's.

"She needs to go up," Lucilla muttered.

LUCILLA

I felt a slight release of tension. Even if Diamond found nothing in Chaos's realm, she would at least be out of Corruption's realm. Sentients couldn't go backward in their evolution, not unless they were forced to. Diamond would be safe from Corruption once the Sentient returned to her realm. She'd just have to find the exit, and she'd be golden. Speaking of golden...

"...and you just let her do it?" I asked Jade, my hands on my hips.

"It is an honor to be marked as such," Jade said without irony.

"I guess you share that honorific with the lamp, the wall, the dresser, and now..." I watched as Julia lifted her leg, and pissed on the bedpost, "...the bed. Congratulations, High Guard."

"Thank you, Bound One," Jade smiled proudly. I couldn't help but smile back. Jade wasn't an evil woman; she was just whatever Julia wanted her to be. If that meant being the priestess of a death-cult, that's who she'd be. If it meant being a fire-hydrant, she'd gladly be that as well. I told her to clean herself up, then I stepped into the room, closed the door, and walked over to Julia. I stopped when she turned to me. My mind painted that horrific mask on her face once again, but I managed to push the thought away. Julia looked at me like a guilty pup. She gave me a comically rueful expression, bowed her head, dropped her ass in a submissive squat, then crawled over to me with her proverbial tail between her legs. She stopped at my feet, then laid on her stomach, and began licking my toes.

"Holy shit, Julia," I sighed. She looked up at me, emeralds brimming with love, tears welling at their corners.

"Woof-woof," she said, conveying deep regret.

"I told you I forgave you."

"Woof-woof." Doubtful.

"Look..." I sighed, crouching to her level, "...I'm not going to lie to you and say I'm fine. I'm not. What you did wasn't your fault, but it still happened. I just need some time."

"Woof-woof." Understanding. She whined like a distressed canine, then crawled away in the most pitiful way possible, her head drooping beneath her hunched shoulders, her knees sliding on the floor, her cock dangling sadly between her thick thighs. If I didn't know Julia better, I'd say she was trying to guilt-trip me. Her display was so pathetic it was endearing. I couldn't help it; I giggled. Julia perked up, tilted her head in canine confusion, and squinted her eyes at me. I just laughed harder. She woofed an alarmed inquisition, and I was on the ground, rolling in a hysteric fit. This was the woman who hard tortured me, who had methodically arranged and ordered the rape of hundreds of women, who had planned to rule the world as the prophet of a vengeful god, and now she thought she was a fucking dog. And I loved her more than anything. The laughter poured from me, high and manic, stealing my breath, cramping my belly. I felt strands of hair tickling my face, and a dutiful tongue lapping the ecstatic tears that came from my eyes. I laughed until sound wasn't coming from my mouth, but only breathless expirations shot from my emptied lungs. Julia yipped and barked with frantic concern, seeming to think I was choking. She scrambled around me on all fours, calling her canine alarm for someone to help her incapacitated master. I finally caught my breath with a hoarse intake, and she scrambled to my side, licking my cheeks in the overjoyed relief that her master was acting normally. I giggled as her tongue tickled me, then I took her head in my hand, and brought our mouths together. She licked my gums and teeth like a grooming mutt, but then my tongue found hers, and the motions of her mouth became much more elven. Our lips locked, our smiles curved, and our wetted cheeks pressed together. She kissed me in the way only she could, and I didn't feel any of the terror I'd felt before. This was her; this was my Julia.

"Woof-woof," Julia whispered when we parted, her emeralds full of love.

"Woof-woof!" I grinned, touching the tips of our noses.

"Woof-woof?" Julia asked, her eyes shifting down my body.

"Woof-woof," I shook my head. I wasn't ready for that yet.

"Woof-woof," Julia nodded solemnly. Then she tilted her head, drew an excited smile across her face, and scrambled on all fours to the bed. She grabbed Tera's collar and leash, put it between her teeth, and sat on her haunches, wagging her ass hopefully at me.

"You want to go for a walk, girl?" I laughed.

"Woof-woof!" Julia nodded excitedly.

BRANDON

The silence that hung between us was tortuous. Bianca, usually happy to take advantage of Astrid's vulnerability, instead just stared at the Ionan's ruined wings with an expression of abject horror. Astrid kept her face fixed on my floor as I examined her, and Willowbud was burning through cigarettes like the air was poison. She stared out my office window, regarding the bioluminescent landscape as Corruption regarded me. Love, hatred, longing, loathing; the Sentient couldn't make up her mind with me. I dared a sneer at her, and she flashed a smile so horrifically predatory that I pissed a little. Alright, no more teasing the evil spirits.

"I suppose you're not going to tell me what happened?" I asked Astrid. She shook her head. It was obvious what happened, but the why was a mystery. Had she pissed off Willowbud that bad, or was this something else? I examined the wounds, cringing at the grotesque shapes of the punctures.

"I want her perfect, Brandon," Willowbud said. The coldness in her voice was incredibly unnerving. There was an implied "or else" behind the statement, and it wasn't the tongue-in-cheek kind of threat Willowbud usually gave me.

"She'll be just like she was."

"No," Willowbud answered softly, "make her better."

"What do you mean?" I asked, closing a jagged hole in Astrid's span.

"Nothing," Willowbud whispered. Corruption clasped a hand to her forehead and began kneading the flesh as though suffering an acute headache. She gritted her teeth against the pain, and began dancing back and forth within her host. Willowbud was staring impassively at Astrid, but I thought I saw the slightest glisten in her black eyes. She swallowed, then looked back out the window, and Corruption abruptly snapped back into place. Both the Sentient and the Earth Former grinned broadly, and I craned my neck to see why.

JULIA

"Julia, what are we doing here?" Lucilla asked I lead her across the grass of Brandon's arboretum, Jade following at a respectable distance.

"Woof-woof," I replied. I worry that the fear I've instilled in you will become permanent if we let it settle. Sex is such a part of your identity, and I hate to see it ruined for you. I know it's not a wound I can heal, but maybe Brandon can.

"Can you say anything else?" Lucilla frowned. "C'mon, Julia; your knees are scraped, and your hands are green with grass stains. Let's stop this."

"Woof-woof," Simple words cannot express the profound love I have for you, Lucilla. I would wear my knees to the caps if it would make you smile.

"Yeah, woof-woof to you too," Lucilla sighed. "God, if I knew you were going to keep this dog persona up for so long I would've—"

"WOOF-WOOF!" THERE'S A RABBIT! I wanna-kill-it, I-wanna-kill-it, I-wanna-kill-it, I wanna-kill-it! Oh please, Lucilla, please let me kill the rabbit! Oh... it got away. Shucks.

"Good fucking Mother!" Lucilla cried, yanking on my leash as I bellowed and yipped at the escaping rodent. "Down girl, down!"

"Woof-woof," I whined, and got back on my haunches. I looked up at Lucilla's angry face, and pouted my lips in deep apology.

A couple of Ofanians looked inquisitively at me as I lead Lucilla, the slack on my leash noticeably shorter. I crawled up the spiraling steps of Brandon's Great Maple, then scratched at his office door. It opened, and there was Night Eyes grinning down at me. I heard Lucilla suck in air behind me, but I just yipped happily, and panted with my tongue out. Kiss me! Give me Corruption! Just a taste. I can handle a taste. Oh, I-need-it, I-need-it, I-need-it, I-need-it!

"Well hello, Lassie!" Night Eyes chuckled, and scratched behind my ear.

"Woof-woof!" I yipped, climbing on my haunches and dangling my hands from my bent arms. My lungs burn for it! Please, just a taste!

"Don't fucking touch her, Willowbud!" Lucilla hissed behind me.

"Didn't you hear? We're done playing our game," Night Eyes smirked at Lucilla, then looked down at me. "Aren't we, girl?" Night Eyes winked.

"Woof-woof!" I whined, rubbing my cheek against Night Eyes' thigh. She crouched down to my level, ran her hand through my hair, and smiled into my eyes.

"I know what you want, Sister, but I won't give it to you. The game's over," Night Eyes whispered.

"Woof-woof!" I growled. We both know the game's not over. We're just playing it on another level.

"It's funny how easy it is to read you," Night Eyes smirked. "You don't even need to say words for me to understand."

"Woof-woof." I've got your mother locked in my basement. Did you get that?

"Ooo, that sounded hostile," Night Eyes chuckled.

"Woof-woof." I'll show you hostile, Night Eyes. The game's over, right? Well, that means there aren't any rules. I shouldered past her as best I could on my hands and knees, and made my way across the room. Astrid was sitting on a table, Bianca was frowning at me with her arms crossed, and Brandon was sitting at his desk, wearing his usual expression of slight bewilderment. That expression slowly changed as my hips began to rock behind me, my shoulders hunched, and my head lowered into a stalking stoop. I watched him from the tops of ravenous eyes, and I licked my lips.

"Are you sure you want to do that, Sister?" Night Eyes said behind me. I turned to see her rolling a coin across her knuckles, and inclining her head toward Lucilla. Jade inched her hand toward her katana, and I gave her a look that told her to stand down. There was something off about Night Eyes. I'd noticed it last night, and I noticed it even more now. I could see uncharacteristic apprehension in her eyes, and foreign timidity in her stance. Was it her who had changed, or was it me? Had she finally realized the monster she'd become, or was it the monster she made that gave her pause? Either way, I knew she wouldn't touch Lucilla. I turned from her, and continued my lecherous advance toward Brandon.

"I'm not fucking around, Sister!" Night Eyes called after me. I looked over my shoulder, and blew her a kiss. What are you going to do about it, Night Eyes? my smile teased.

Nothing, her indecisive face seemed to answer. I was actually disappointed in her, but that didn't stop me. I was certainly attracted to Brandon, but what really turned me on was the idea of taking him while Night Eyes watched. I wanted her to feel powerless. I wanted her to know I was better, that I could take from her as I pleased. If she was going to deny me, then I was going to humiliate her. Not exactly the way of the Maternal Path, Julia. But I'd already done my penance for the day. Now, I would sin. Good Mother, what has happened to me? I turned back to Brandon. He was looking from me, to Night Eyes, but something told me he wasn't seeing just one woman there. His eyes narrowed when they looked at his girlfriend, then they scanned down to me, then moved back over to her, as though studying her reaction. Astrid tentatively eased herself out of my path, but Bianca stood firmly before me. Brandon guided her away by the shoulder, and I saw the comical combination of objection and jealousy mingle across her face, but she didn't vocalize it.

"Sister!" Night Eyes growled a warning, but it was dispirited at best. I didn't even look back. I crawled to the sitting Life Giver, and sat expectantly at his feet. He reached forward, watching Night Eyes, and placed a gentle hand atop my head. He pet me slowly, and I growled a low tone of approval, and rested my chin on his knees. His hand trailed through my hair, touched the point of my ear, then rested fingertips on the nape of my neck. He traced my collar, then grabbed the leash connected to it, spread his legs, and guided me between them.

BRANDON

Corruption was absolutely fuming, but Willowbud seemed to be stuck between confusion and concern. Actually, she seemed to be confused and concerned about why she wasn't fuming. Julia squatted expectantly before me, her fat pale ass level with her heels, her leash dangling between my fingers. She wouldn't touch me, I knew. She would go this far, but I would have to initiate.

"I thought you two were done playing games," I said softly to Julia.

"Woof-woof," Julia smirked back, licking those red lips, hinting at their supple texture with the indentation of her tongue. Her emerald eyes stared hungrily up at me; her breasts swelled with her deep anticipatory breaths. I glanced at Willowbud again. She rolled the coin across her knuckles, watching Julia intently, but not with the rage her meld expressed. I took one of Julia's hands, appreciating the delicate lengths of her fingers. I guided that hand to the inseam of my pants, and she undid the button on my fly.

"WE ARE LEAVING!" Bianca announced loudly, then grabbed Astrid, and dragged the Ionan through the threshold, where Jade was watching with attentive curiosity. The three valkyries disappeared behind a slamming door, leaving only the unsure Lucilla, and the even more unsure Willowbud in the room with me and Julia. I felt cool fingers brush my shaft. I felt them wrap around me, and I felt them squeeze covetously. I let out a wanting breath, and dared a look at my girlfriend. Her posture had relaxed, stooping into a combination of laziness and defeat. It was like she only cared enough to object when Julia neared the proverbial line in the sand, but once she'd crossed it, Willowbud gave up. She just watched Julia with a curious expression, as though simply interested in what would happen next. Beneath her, Corruption was watching me with a look of utter betrayal.

"Woof-woof?" Julia whispered as she pulled out my cock. Her eyes widened when they filled with my length, a ravenous glint shining from them. "Good Mother, Brandon," Julia gasped.

"No more 'woof-woof?'" I smirked.

"I can still be your bitch if you want me to," Julia smirked back, and it was almost enough to make me blow right there.

"Who is this woman, and what did she do with the good Sister Julia?" I growled as her thumb pressed the underside of my crease, forcing a bubble of precum from my apex.

"Your girlfriend has a way of bringing out the worst in me," Julia's little breaths caressed my scrotum. "I hope you don't mind." Oh, I didn't.

Julia slid her hands beneath me, hoisted me up on the chair, parted my glutes with her thumb and finger, then pillowed her luscious red lips around my rim, and sucked. I started upright in surprise, then immediately collapsed into languid acceptance when I felt her tongue slip wetly through my coiled resistance, and navigate its way inside. My balls quaked on her nose, my cock curved backward to face me, and I groaned in pure bliss. Julia made it quite clear that she was in control, and I didn't mind in the least. I let her penetrate me, let her taste my filth, let her explore me with her curious little tongue. Its probing warmth invaded me deeper, each caress of her tip causing the sensitive flesh to convulse in appreciation. Her lips created a ring of suction about my exit, and I felt them drawing softly from me, turning my rim into a swollen coil of nerves. When my cock was pulsing on its own, and my balls were contracting atop Julia's face, she slid out, and smiled up at me with an expression of lechery only Tera could match.

"You and I share the same weakness, I see," Julia chuckled, sliding a single index finger back and forth along my taint, pressing it, massaging my prostate from the outside. I felt my pelvic floor spasm in anticipation, and saw Julia's grin broaden. She slowly pushed her finger up my ass, collected my balls into her mouth, and squeezed my cock until precum leaked down it. The sensations turned me into a spineless mess, and I slouched down the chair, sliding my backend over the edge for better access. She watched me from ravenous eyes as her tongue lathered my sensitive orbs, her lips sucked my loose scrotal flesh into her voracious mouth, and her finger pressed against my organ, massaging it back and forth, her bending knuckle digging pleasantly into my malleable rectal flesh. She separated my balls into her cheeks, and traced her wet member along the underside of my sack, moving it in congruence with the covetous motions of her penetrating digit.

"You know I don't like being used," I groaned.

Julia pursed her lips around my sack in response, looking up at me with an expression of big-eyed faux-innocence.

"I'm not just a fucking pawn on your board," I growled, forming fists in her hair.

Julia's pursed lips smirked and drew outward, stretching my sack, and letting my balls plop individually from her slurping mouth. Her red tongue flattened against my scrotum, then drew upward along my length, her open mouth grinning wider as my face fell. She had me, and she knew it.