The Creators Ch. 11

"If it makes you feel better, Brandon," Julia whispered on my tip, "you're at least a rook; maybe even the queen." And she took me in, her emerald eyes staring up as her red lips worked down, down, down; pulling with gentle suction, leading the way for her mouth, then her throat. Her lips pillowed wetly against my pelvis, leaking rivulets of spit onto my crotch, her moist heat constricting around the length of me that bulged in her elegant neck. She held me there, slurping avariciously, constricting her throat around me, watching me from calculating eyes as her finger twisted and pressed inside me, knowing just what to do. Her other hand gently massaged by balls, rolling them against her thumb, savoring every little contraction and clench I gave with the pleasure she brought. Through my haze of pleasure, I almost forgot why Julia was doing this to me. My eyes darted up, and I saw Willowbud lounging in on the patient's couch, smoking a cigarette and pushing her free hand down her pants.

"Willowbud?" I asked through a hoarse voice. She looked up at me like she just remembered I was there.

"What?" Willowbud smiled, and it was a companionable smile, like we were buddies. It wasn't the lecherous smile, or the sardonic smile, or even the threatening smile.

"Do you want to join?" I asked.

"Nah, I'm good," Willowbud said. She didn't seem to care about at me at all. She just watched Julia with obvious arousal and interest, but also with noticeable trepidation, like she was viewing a lioness from a safe distance, and didn't dare to get closer. Within her, Corruption was flabbergasted. She looked down at Willowbud with an appalled expression, then situated herself back into position, trying vainly to mimic the actions of the horned woman. I glanced down at Julia, and she gave me a little wink. I wondered if she knew just how close she was.

LUCILLA

I knew Julia was doing this to stab at Willowbud, but Willowbud didn't seem to care. In fact, Willowbud seemed content to just chill on the couch, and flick the bean. Cuckoldry didn't seem like something she'd go for, especially not with Julia. What was I missing? I squinted at Willowbud's eyes. Were they lighter, or was that just my imagination? I leaned toward her to make sure, and suddenly the greens of her eyes were staring back.

"You spying on me, Princess?" Willowbud giggled. Not a chuckle, or a cackle, but a fucking giggle.

"Yes," I answered simply.

"Well, why don't you do it from right here?" Willowbud asked, patting the spot next to her with her cigarette hand.

"Yeah..." I scoffed at her, "...I think I'm good over here."

"You sure?" Willowbud glanced at the wooden dresser I was leaning on. "You know I won't touch you, Princess," Willowbud inclined her head to my sucking girlfriend. "Wouldn't want to get the missus angry, now would we?"

"You think I'm falling for that shit?" I snorted.

"Have I ever deceived you before?" Willowbud retorted, then shrugged her shoulders, and continued her observation. I studied her closer. There was something different about her. The way she sat wasn't quite the arrogant sprawl she usually presented, the way she smoked didn't have the easy confidence, and the way she talked sounded downright wrong. I took a tentative step toward her, then another, then another. I cautiously eased myself on the couch, watching her, waiting for the shoe to drop. Willowbud glanced at me, then reached for the table beside her. There was a coin on that table. I was ninety-nine percent certain that she was going to casually murder me, right up until the moment I was presented with a half-finished pack of cigarettes.

"No, thank you," I muttered. Willowbud tossed the pack back on the table, and recommenced touching herself. Across the room, Julia was situated in a wide squat, her feminine juices dripping from her slit and pooling to the floor between her protruding domes. The length of her back was a slight arch, and her head moved back and forth, sucking with an expertise I did not know she had. I'd seen her take Diamond before, but Brandon was a whole different thing, and she didn't even gag. I was impressed, and a little jealous. Just a little. I mean, I was really good at giving head; everyone knew that. It was a point of pride for me. I was the best cock-sucker in the elven empire, but Astrid was apparently the queen of blowjobs here, and judging by Brandon's expression, Julia was making a run for that crown. Julia fucked better than me, got fucked better than me, and apparently, now she also sucked better than me. Holy fuck, Lucilla. Are you really that worried about it?

"God, she's good," Willowbud marveled next to me.

"I taught her how to do that," I mumbled.

"Did you?" Willowbud looked curiously at me.

"I mean..." I felt myself blushing, "...Passion did most of the work, but you know... I... helped."

"You're all depth, and no technique, Princess," Willowbud teased. "I remember your little magic trick."

"I was possessed by Tera then; you weren't getting the real me."

"I'm all about giving second chances," Willowbud grinned broadly at me.

"Keep it in your pants, bitch," I snorted.

"You can try putting it back if it offends you so much," Willowbud smiled, grew her cock, then pulled it from the top of her waistband. Her caramel length was long and smooth, touched with veins along the underside, and circumcised. It wasn't Julia's cock; not the cock that I'd gained so much joy from. Not the cock that tortured me. No, Willowbud had never touched me. She'd threatened me, she'd terrified me, but she hadn't laid a single finger on me.

"You know," Willowbud pontificated, "the first time Astrid and I made love, she was in a pond." Willowbud's expression grew distant, but her cock grew even harder. "She was bathing nakedly, tossing herself around like a fucking dancer. Then she saw me packing heat, and she folded herself away all shy-like." Willowbud smiled wistfully. "I asked what she was doing in her wing-shell, and she got so embarrassed," Willowbud laughed. "She was touching herself looking at me, trying to be discrete, but you know valkyries. I asked her if she wanted to join me, and she got all flustered, so I started jacking it." Willowbud began stroking herself. "And eventually, she just couldn't resist."

Willowbud stared at the ceiling, her hand making long passes over her cock, her eyes glazed with memory. They were lighter now, it was obvious. Julia's method was working. As was Willowbud's, if I was being honest. My eyes were drawn inexorably to the smooth piece of man engorged in her hand, and the slut in me licked her lips from a watering mouth. I'd never been one to let something as trivial as feelings get in the way of a good time. I'd fucked people that I didn't know, I'd fucked people that I didn't like, and I'd fucked people that I downright detested. Fucking someone I hated didn't seem like such a stretch. Fucking someone you're going to kill seems like a bit of one, however.

"What happened next?" I asked softly, pulling up my skirt, and sliding my hand between my legs.

"I ate her out; she sucked me off," Willowbud said to the ceiling, her voice a low growl, "then she fucked me cowgirl, and I blew inside."

"You have such a talent for storytelling," I frowned.

"Did it end too soon?" Willowbud grinned at me. "Sorry Princess, I have a bad habit of doing that."

"Well," I sighed, making my decision, and rolling over to her, "you can always kick bad habits."

"And you can always start them," Willowbud chuckled, and released her cock, letting it stand proudly from her pelvis. She didn't reach for me, or gesture for me. She just waited. I tentatively touched her hand, and felt her cringe just a little. She glanced worriedly at Julia, then back at me.

"It's OK," I said softly. I couldn't believe this conversation was happening. I couldn't believe I was doing what I was doing. I took her hand in mine, noting how tiny it was. Willowbud always seemed bigger than she actually was, but now, she somehow seemed smaller. I placed her hand on the strap of my dress, then I guided the strap down with her hand, and exposed my breasts to her. She stared at them, then ran her eyes down the patterns of my body, following them as they narrowed into my pelvis.

"They're so beautiful," Willowbud whispered reverently.

"Thank you," I said softly. I didn't know what else to say. I eased myself closer to her, confused by the tentative way with which she regarded me. I was pressed to her side, and yet, she refused to initiate contact. I finally just took her hand, and put it against my ass. "Squeeze it, Willowbud," I said flatly, and she did. I rolled atop her, my thicker thighs straddling her thinner ones, her cock sliding up the flat of my pelvis. I took her other hand, guided it to my other cheek, and prompted her to squeeze that one too.

"You know we're about to have sex, right?" I snickered, my hair touching her face. "You're literally going to be inside me; you don't need to treat me like your mother's china."

"You sure? Because if I could, I'd break everything that bitch owned," Willowbud grinned, and our lips connected. My tongue snaked into her mouth, and her tongue came out to play. Our mouths smacked and sucked as we explored each other, and Willowbud's grip on my ass tightened. I smiled against her, lifted my pelvis, and touched her tip to my swollen folds. I gasped into her mouth, waiting for the panic to take me, but it didn't. I waited for another second, then I eased myself down. Her hard heat slid into my depths, pressing against all sides of me, separating me nearly to my limit. All of yesterday's pent-up lust came surging to the forefront of my mind, but strangely, none of the horror followed. I felt... good. A sensation crept into me, and it whispered of endless hedonism, of enjoying myself without restraint, of living a life of splendor and lust without a care for anything else. I suddenly realized with an odd fascination that Corruption had just offered me her gift, and I'd just unknowingly accepted it. I separated from our kiss, and studied Willowbud's horror-stricken face.

"I didn't mean to," Willowbud whispered frantically. "She did it on her own. Don't tell Julia! Please don't!"

All I had to do was turn around. All I had to do was get Julia's attention, then breathe out was in my lungs, and she'd do it. She'd turn Sentient and Creator to ash, and it would all be over. Corruption had gambled, and had overplayed her hand. Corruption didn't know I had practice with Sentients already, that I could control how much I took in. I turned back to Willowbud, and ran my eyes over her features, trying to find the lie, but it wasn't there. There was only terror, only the plea for mercy in her grey eyes. She was innocent. Willowbud Autumnsong was innocent, and I was going to have her killed. Or was I? I still had time. I could give Julia a chance, or Diamond a chance, or Angela, Tera, and Justina a chance. I could give Willowbud a chance.

"I won't tell," I whispered, pushing Corruption out through my nostrils. The relief that washed over Willowbud's face painted a smile across mine.

"You're a fucking idiot, Princess," Willowbud snickered, pulling me across her lap with her squeezing hands.

"I just spared your life, and you're making fun of me? What the fuck is wrong with you?" I giggled on her lips, undulating my vaginal muscles along her length.

"I've got issues," Willowbud smiled back, and our mouths connected as we moved together, moaning and gasping. She never once tried to take control. She let me ride her, let me find myself again, let me heal the wounds that Julia had made. That Corruption had made, but not Willowbud.

JULIA

I crawled up Brandon's body, enjoying the smell of him, the taste of him in my mouth, the heat of him against my flesh. My tongue caressed his pelvis, his navel, his nipples, his chin, then his lips. He grabbed me by the ass, his fingers lost in the succulence, and he hoisted me straddling against him, my back arching to press my torso deeply into his masculine warmth. My pussy leaked its hunger, my anus cried its vacancy, and my cock throbbed between us. Brandon didn't care at all about my organ, but I guessed his time with Night Eyes eased him of any phobias. He let it squish, rub and pulse against the warmth of his own member as we explored each other's mouths. As our tongues moved in contest, and we gaged the uniqueness of the other's sexuality, I realized that I wasn't sure how I wanted this man. There was a part of me that wanted to find out if I was bisexual in both genders, but I doubted I could convince Brandon to help me with that discovery. Still, I was curious. Very curious. What better way to humiliate Night Eyes, than to fuck her boyfriend in the ass?

I shifted our bodies, rolling our embrace until he was atop me, suppressing me with his weight and strength. I wanted him to feel he had the power, the control, the choice. I spread my legs wide for him, moaned needfully into his mouth, and gyrated my pathetic dance against the back of the chair. I pressed my cock against him, moving it up and down against his. He parted from the kiss, eyes staring inquisitively down at me. I bit my lip and stared back up, baring my request openly. He looked down at our pressing manhoods, then drew his eyes along my more feminine features, up my silky belly, along my protruding breasts, to my needful pouting lips and big hopeful eyes. I kept our gaze locked as I slowly eased myself down, watching him from the tops of curious playful eyes as my cock slid down his pelvis, between his sack and thighs, then popped freely behind him. I raised a questioning brow, gently grabbed two handfuls of firm muscular glute, and slid myself between him. Back and forth, back and forth; my thick shaft glided through his crack, rubbing and caressing along his puckered anus. It winked for me, and I licked my lips up at him.

"This never leaves the room," Brandon whispered.

"We'll never tell a soul," I assured him.

ASTRID

"No way!" I squealed. Jade sprang upward from her cunilingus.

"Great Creators!" Jade gasped. We were high in Brandon's canopy, concealed by the shadows of the Great Maple's branches. From our vantage point, we could see right through Brandon's open office window. Of course Jade and I weren't going to miss the divine orgy for the world, Bianca be damned. We'd touched ourselves as we watched from our secluded branch, then we wondered why we weren't touching each other, so we did that instead. Jade's wings draped over us, her beige muscular body undulated atop mine, moving with slow, purposeful motions as she grinded the crack of her ass into my consuming face. I moved in a similar manner beneath her, matching my bodily wave with the cadence of hers so that our curves stayed locked. She tasted my anus and pussy interchangeably, and I did the same with her, taking my time with both holes, and enjoying the flavor of each. It was sensual, almost like we were grooming each other, but it was violently interrupted when I saw Brandon pop a squat on Julia's cock.

"Holy shit, I have to find Bianca!" I cackled, wiggling myself out from beneath Jade. I leapt from the branch to begin my search, and abruptly ended it two seconds later. Bianca was hiding in the shadows of another branch, her dark skin blending her well into the shadows, but the gilded streaks in her wings betraying her. Her pants were around her ankles, her shirt was pulled up to her neck, and she was wearing the most shameful expression I'd ever seen as she looked at me with her hands between her legs.

"Well, well, well..." I smiled, landing on her branch, "...all that talk about 'respecting your god's privacy,' and you just wanted an excuse to be a peeping tom. Does Brandon know you've been spying on him from up here? How long have you been doing it, Bianca? Since the very first day?"

Bianca gulped, not willing to say. That meant 'yes' in valkyrie.

"High Guard Blackwing, how terribly hypocritical of you!" Jade tittered as she landed beside me.

"Do you think Brandon would like to know what his High Guard's been up to?" I asked Jade.

"I think he'd be terribly mortified if he knew she saw him in such a compromising position," Jade said beside me as we advanced on the terrified woman.

"It seems your god is a bit of a bisexual," I grinned wickedly at Bianca, "and it seems you appreciate that side of him. How wonderfully open-minded you are."

"Who would've known High Guard Blackwing was so forward-thinking?" Jade said, sliding herself languidly next to the rigid woman.

"Ofanians are usually so conservative, but I guess their leader is a bleeding heart," I chuckled, easing myself on Bianca's other side.

"I will not be blackmailed!" Bianca hissed.

"But we would love to be black-femaled," I chuckled, placing two fingers north of Bianca's knee, and slowly walking them up her thigh.

"We are so terrible at speaking untruths," Jade giggled, walking her fingers up Bianca's other leg. "The only way for us to deceive, is to keep our mouths shut."

"But our kind are such terrible gossipers," I nuzzled my face into the impossible length of Bianca's neck. "I don't think I can keep my mouth shut, Bianca; I think you're going to have to give me something to fill it with."

"I've always wondered what color an Ofanian's sex is," Jade whispered, looking between Bianca's legs.

"Pink like everyone else's," I whispered into Bianca's ear.

"You're very pretty, High Guard Blackwing," Jade said softly, her walking fingers stopping just south of Bianca's curly mound.

"Absolutely gorgeous," I concurred, my fingers stopping in a similar position. I filled my eyes with Bianca's dark voluptuous body, then drew them up the column of her neck, the quivering outline of her luscious lips, the severe jut of her cheekbones, the broad bridge of her nose, then the wide fearful depths of her brown eyes. She pleaded silently with me, and I denied her with a wide smile, and a lick of my lips. Her head fell back against the tree, and she let out a shuddering breath of resignation.

"This is rape," Bianca whispered. "You are forcing me to give up my body to defend the mental wellbeing of my charge."

"We are such terrible women; what are you to do?" I sniggered as my fingers continued their walk, stepping through Bianca's black pubes.

"You are trapped, and left with only one honorable option," Jade giggled, her fingers marching in time.

"What a noble sacrifice you're making, Bianca Blackwing," I hissed as my fingers entered her hot moist slit, and her eyes bulged. "The bards will sing songs of your martyrdom."

"They'll leave out the part where you moaned and begged for it," Jade whispered on Bianca's lips as she traced her finger through Bianca's oozing petals, and slid them down her taint. "But we'll know. It was just your body betraying you, though; your honor was never in question."

"Such an honorable woman you are," I breathed covetously of Bianca's scent as I felt her wrench in reaction to Jade's anal penetration. Bianca kept her lips sealed for a commendable time, but the invasive kneading of our fingers soon compelled her mouth to open, and her moans sung forth. She kept her posture stiff for an even longer period, but once Jade and I discovered the secret places within her, she became butter between our pressing bodies. She kept her honor for even longer, but when my practiced thumb found the combination of her clit, her eyes fell to a drooping splendor, and her open mouth beckoned for the taste of me. I kissed her, wet and sensual like I kissed Jade, promising nothing but pleasure and tenderness with the motions of my tongue, and Bianca's trepidation eased from her. Her impossibly-full lips fed rapaciously of my kiss, her tongue wrapped and entwined with mine, and her nose breathed alongside mine, expressing the pleasure of her body with the short expirations of her lungs. She broke from our consumption to share her mouth with Jade, and with her appetizer fresh on my palate, I decided to sate my palate with the main course. I tasted her nipples, her belly and her pelvis, and I felt her shiver in reaction to each brush. I opened her flushed petals with my forking fingers, and admired the way her bright pink folds contrasted her dark complexion. I pressed my watering mouth to her, snaked my tongue into her taut depths, and tasted the sweet love she had to offer. I heard her little cries muffle into Jade's mouth, then I heard them clearly when the Breytan commenced her own oral journey through Bianca's supple crack. I linked fingers with my friend between Bianca's legs, and felt her kiss from behind the delectable division of Bianca's holes.