The Creators Ch. 11

"Oh, Great Giver!" Bianca moaned in wonderous revelation, and I could tell Jade was grinning proudly from her debauched meal. We touched tongues along Bianca's wall, then explored curiously into her depths. Bianca's strong hands found our heads, and she pushed us firmly against her, squishing her tender parts against our tender lips. She gyrated back and forth in a dance of depravity, her wings blanketing our bodies, her legs parting to ease our access. Jade and I reached for each other, and pushed our fingers into each other's slits as we slurped and tasted, sucked and lathered. My nose was filled with Bianca's rich arousal, my tongue was saturated with her flavor, and my muzzle was sheened with her thanks. She bucked and heaved, growled and swore, and we ate gluttonously, sloppily rotating our faces and humming in pure depravity, writhing together in a gentler wave than Bianca's, but with the same cadence. We made Bianca come, and her ascension was a fountain that poured down my mouth, and dripped down my chin. Her wings spread behind her arching back, and her gaping lips sung a beautiful high sound. Jade and I finished each other with our hands, then slid our slick bodies up the slicker length of Bianca's. We encased her in our squishing warmth, and breathed from contented smiles on her beautiful breasts.

"Must you use me as furniture?" Bianca groaned dispiritedly.

"Do you want us to leave?" I grinned into Bianca's satisfied eyes. She sealed her lips, unwilling to speak the truth.

"We're cuddle-raping her," Jade giggled, nestling her head into the crook of Bianca's arm. "She can't be blamed; we're forcing her to do it."

"Of course," I laughed, poking Bianca's erect nipple with my tongue. "What an honorable woman."

"So honorable, in fact, that she'll sacrifice herself again later tonight," Jade's brown irises topped her smiling, almond eyes. "Does one-thirty work for you?"

"Two would be better," Bianca mumbled, then added, "you rapist whores."

BRANDON

"Fuck her, Brandon. Fuck her like she wants it," Julia's voice dripped in my ear, her body pressed to my back; breasts pillowing against my shoulders, belly molding to my spine, pelvis pushed against my glutes, and cock buried in my ass. I wish I could say I took Julia like a power-bottom, but she gently made me her bitch in about two thrusts. Unlike Willowbud however, Julia didn't laud her obvious sexual superiority over me, or take advantage of my vulnerability; she encased me in her arms, holding me from behind like a woman hugging her man, resting her cheek on my back, and joining her hands around my curved-back cock. She didn't emasculate me, but empowered me with the gentle kisses on my neck, and the tender tones of her moaning mouth. She moved her hips slowly, carefully, pulling out and thrusting with the most gradual of motions, seeping every shift of our sex in sensuality. Her heat radiated pleasantly within me, throbbing against my anal organ, pushing deeply into me to violate my most vulnerable depths.

"Fuck her like the sinning whore she is," Julia whispered again, the content of her words contrasting the sweetness of her voice. Before me, Willowbud was bent over, staring back over her shoulder with big eyes. Grey eyes. Lucilla watched me from behind Willowbud, her pale lips slightly agape, her porcelain flesh shining with her patterns, her supple legs wrapped around Willowbud's waist, and Willowbud's cock stretching her pink pussy thin. Willowbud never let me fuck her ass, and she certainly never let me fuck her while she was male, but I guessed it was Corruption who had put such shackles on Willowbud's sexuality. Corruption was just along for the ride now. She stared back at me, hate and love, fear and confusion. She couldn't seem to get herself wholly in Willowbud anymore. She outlined her meld, but didn't blend into her.

"Give it to her," Julia whispered again, then guided my hips forward with her own. I could hardly deny the dominant Heat Bringer. I grabbed Willowbud's little ass, my fingers indenting the caramel flesh, and I watched her bite her lip in submissive anticipation, her big eyes pleading for it. Julia lined my cock up, and pressed it to Willowbud's winking pink sphincter. Willowbud's shoulders hunched, her head tilted back, her expression turned to the sluttiest face I'd ever seen her dawn. So much vulnerability, so much weakness, so much need. Julia sucked gently on my neck as she pushed her cock into me, and I pushed my cock into Willowbud. Willowbud moaned a low tone, then it rose and rose until it was a high whine of uncontainable pleasure. Her shoulders pinched, her back collapsed into a concave arch, and she fucked Lucilla to the same depth I fucked her. All four of us sung in harmony as we shifted in congruence. Lucilla's head dropped back to yield her satisfaction, and she and Willowbud shared a sloppy kiss seeped in hedonism as I provided the power, and Julia anchored the end. I drove on my own accord, sliding my ass along Julia's length, fucking Willowbud as I fucked myself. Julia moved with me, never driving on her own, but letting me do it, letting me have the control. She moaned her feminine tones in my ear, whispered her thankful pleasure, and let her cock stand static from her body as I gave her what she needed. In front of me, I smashed Willowbud into Lucilla, bouncing her caramel ass against my crotch, burying myself into her tight filth. She broke from her kiss to stare back at me, heavy-lidded eyes seeped in gratitude, whorish moans escalating from her parted lips. Lucilla squealed her delight in harmony, keeping her ankles locked at the small of Willowbud's back, her pussy leaking viscous nectar down her taint, her winking asshole revealed with each wet clap of her patterned glutes.

"Take me, Brandon," Willowbud moaned, her voice breathy and raspy. "Please! Make me your fucking whore!"

I gave it to her like she wanted, harder and harder, turning her caramel ass rosy with the impacts of my thrusts. But it was getting to me. I reamed myself with Julia's girth, and impaled myself with her length. She moaned and cried into my ear, her womanly body still squishing against my back, but her manly organ doing its worst in me, making my legs weak. She stopped standing statically, and instead attached herself to me, moving as I moved, keeping her depth and retaining her sensuality. I turned my head, and we locked lips and exchanged tongues, breathing sharply through our noses, humming louder tones as I felt her throbbing inside me. She suddenly went very still, and our kiss broke. She dropped her chin on my shoulder, closed her eyes tightly, and let out strained hiss of air. I felt her quivering statically behind me, forcing herself to be still as she came. I felt my anal organ quaking, pulsing in a pleasure that almost made me drop. She filled me, sputtering and gasping, but not moving, and when the ecstasy finally set her free, she pulled slowly out, kissed her way down my back, then wrapped her lips around me, and sucked out what she'd poured in. The moment secluded us from Willowbud and Lucilla, and the Earth Former took the opportunity to fuck herself on my static cock as she railed into Lucilla, their bodies locked by the hold of Lucilla's thighs. Willowbud's pink sheath bunched outside of her rim with each thrust, causing her straightened arms to quiver with her straightened legs. It didn't stop her. She ravaged herself willingly on my pole, ruining her anus, sullying my shaft, fucking with male rage and female fervency in time, growling and crying out, taken by the duality that owned her. Corruption moaned with her, but watched me, only me. Hatred, love, confusion and fear.

"Make me come!" Lucilla screamed, and in a blur of ferocious suicidal thrusts, Willowbud did. Lucilla's hand clawed for purchase on Willowbud's arching back, and Willowbud's straightened arms gave out in the heat of her anal violation. She collapsed atop Lucilla, simultaneously driving into the woman while pressing and grinding her ass on me. All the while, Julia cleaned my ass with her tongue, planting affectionate kisses along its rim. Lucilla's scream of release sounded, and Willowbud's shithole clamped on me like a vice. My knees buckled, and I heaved forward, falling off to the side. Willowbud pulled out as I spun her around, and I landed ass-first on the couch next Lucilla with Willowbud in my lap. The princess writhed in orgasm by herself; her sapphire eyes glazed in the fugue state of her euphoria. Atop me, Willowbud wrenched in a similar fashion, her cock twitching as it spurted her lust across her body, splashing her belly, breasts and face. She turned her face to share her kiss with me, and I tasted her cum on her lips. I squeezed her marred breasts with covetous fingers, and she hummed her lecherous approval into my mouth, and undulated against me, grinding her ass deeper into my crotch. Through the slits of my eyes, I saw Julia approaching, her manhood in a half-hard state, but inflating when she saw that Willowbud had changed back to being completely female. She parted the Earth Former's slender legs, but a patterned, porcelain hand stopped her.

LUCILLA

"Are you sure?" Julia asked me, emerald eyes filled with hope.

"I'm sure." I whispered. I gently grasped her dirtied cock, brought it to my lips, and took it in. It was foul with Brandon's flavor, but the filth was decadent in my state of mind, and I slurped it greedily until her shaft was clean. I watched her from the tops of my eyes as the arousal brimmed for her eyes, as she grew rock-hard in my throat. I held her all the way inside me, my nose pressing into her pelvis, and I swallowed around her. The surrendered look on her face was priceless, and I reached between her legs, and did my worst with my fingers. When she was gasping with wide eyes and pushing me forward by the back of my head, I eased the suction, and let her pull out. Then I took her shaft, and pressed her tip to Willowbud's bald pussy.

"But I thought—" Julia started.

"Let me have this," I said, easing myself to corner of the couch. "I want to watch the gods fuck each other, then I want them all to fuck me."

WILLOWBUD

I could feel myself growing weaker. The entity called Night Eyes, the thing that held Willowbud at bay, was slowly thinning away. Sister Julia pushed into my pussy, and Brandon pushed into my ass. My neck striated with tension as it tilted to yield my ecstatic cry, but I didn't reach out to grab and pull, scratch and bite. I held Sister Julia by the hips and guided her thrusts. I oscillated against Brandon, curving in a passionate wave that pressed my ass to his crotch while distending my belly, then squished my back to his abdomen while jutting forth my breasts. Sister Julia's weight suppressed me, her breasts flattened and consumed my own, and her crimson hair surrounded my vision, which centered upon a face filled with challenge. A challenge I no longer felt. She fucked me like she had an agenda, and I moaned and cried my reaction to her ardency, but I did not return her vitriol. I just made love to her.

"Give it to me, Night Eyes," Sister Julia whispered in my ear.

"No," I replied through a breathy moan.

"Stop fucking around, and give it to me!" Sister Julia snarled, grabbing my breasts and squeezing. I laughed delightedly, and grinded fervently in response, smiling at her confused face.

"What?" I giggled.

"Your eyes," Sister Julia whispered, staring into them intently.

"Are they lighter?" I giggled through a moan.

"Yes!" Julia gasped. "Are you... is this... am I talking to Willowbud right now?"

"No," I tittered. "I don't know who I am right now, but it's not her." Julia's astonishment turned to panic in a second.

"Just give me a taste!" Julia hissed, her big emeralds pleading. "Just a taste before you go!"

"I'm sorry, Sister, but I won't," I moaned, driving my hips down, clenching in sweet euphoria as I was impaled simultaneously. Sister Julia let out a frustrated whine, and railed into me, her vengeance, my pleasure. Beneath me, Brandon matched her cadence, ruining my ass like he'd done so well before, stretching my taint between them, driving against Sister Julia from the other side. They stuffed my vacancies, ground their devastating organs together, lifted me between their impaling crotches and turned me into their ragdoll. I squealed and gasped, writhing between their dual assaults, hoping beyond hope that Corruption would come back to me before Willowbud lived again.

BRANDON

Why don't you love me? It was a soothing voice, one with a drawl that almost sounded like my prairie accent. It was so faint that I wouldn't have discerned it were I not seeing Corruption's lips moving. Willowbud's face was lost in a curtain of Julia's hair, but Corruption's was staring at me, love-stricken black eyes and hatred-filled white irises. You used to, Corruption said. Her mouth made no sound, but her voice whispered in the back of my mind. You used to hold me. You used to want me. Why do you no longer? What did I do? What did I forget? I knew I could only hear her because her meld was breaking. I could feel Willowbud changing atop me, feel her transformation in the way she moved. The violence of her gave way to sensuality, the cruelty gave way to playfulness. I actually heard her giggling while I fucked her ass, the innocent mirth cut with whispers as she communicated her lust to Julia.

I never loved you, Corruption, I said mentally to the Sentient.

That's not my name, Life Giver, Corruption replied sadly. You used to whisper my name in the morning, when the birds were singing and the suns were shining. Have you forgotten it? I have. I just remember the feeling.

I hate you.

You don't know hatred like I do, Corruption grinned. but I guess you never did. It was me who changed her. When the suns broke, and the worlds split, I found her. I saw what she was becoming.

What?

You always were so good at pretending, Corruption sniggered. Playing the fool was easy for you. You never had to see their faces. I see them. I see them EVERY, FUCKING, SECOND! Corruption shot upright, her entire upper half exiting from Willowbud. She put her hands against her head, and screamed. It sounded high and tormented in the back of my mind, and for whatever reason, it compelled me to fuck Willowbud harder. And harder. And harder. I rammed into her with a desperation, lifting both her and Julia up with my thrusts, sending the Earth Former into a squirming mess of delighted screams and giggles. She yelped and cackled, then moaned and shifted sensually with my violence, moving like liquid between the gods ravaging her. Corruption's scream finally waned, and she fell back into her host, her disheveled black hair mixing with Willowbud's white.

The Untethered One digs at my mind! Corruption groaned, her voice sounding ragged.

What?

She doesn't know what she's doing! Corruption cried, grabbing at her hair. I don't want to remember! I don't want to know! Tell the Destroyer that if she doesn't recall her daughter, I will go back, and I will rape Diamond's soul until she is nothing but a hole!

I don't know what you're talking about! What is Diamond doing? I mentally growled as Willowbud tossed her head from side to side, compelled to by the ecstasy that owned her.

Stop acting the fool, boy! Corruption snarled, her head twisting unnaturally on her neck. Your sister revealed herself just yesterday. I know you're involved!

Angela? I hissed, grabbing for Corruption's neck, and only getting Willowbud's hair. Where is she?!

Silence, not Angela. Corruption grinned cruelly at me. She will never be Angela again.

Where is she?! I almost bellowed the words aloud.

Corruption cocked her head confusedly at me, then a wide grin stretched across her face. How many players are playing different games on the same board? Corruption's soothing drawl returned to her, and her grin curled behind fever-bright eyes. The Destroyer wants to kill me, Silence wants to change me, and you want to pretend I'm not here. The Untethered One seeks answers, the Bound One seeks murder, and the melded one seeks apathy. You all move in the same direction, but you're not moving together. Secrets have made you blind to each other, and instead of walking the same paths, you accelerate toward collision.

Please, tell me about Angela.

Why don't you ask the Untethered One? Corruption grinned. She is supposed to rendezvous with you tonight, is she not? She is as full of answers as she is of questions. Of course, she hasn't been herself lately. Corruption chuckled to herself, and receded back into her host. I see the dream in your tree, Life Giver. It will be a nightmare before the end.

Corruption wouldn't answer me when I called for her again.

LUCILLA

I watched Willowbud arch from Brandon and into Julia, and I saw the unbridled ecstasy burn across her eyes. They were even lighter than before, more white than black. She called her orgasm to the ceiling, her song punctuated by high, joyous laughs. She connected lips with Brandon, and the kiss was oddly cordial. Then Julia swooped in for her turn, and Willowbud turned her cheek, much to the amusement of everyone but Julia. She squawked angrily, then shoved Willowbud off Brandon, squatted down, and took every inch of the Life Giver into her ass. I could tell by both their expressions, that neither had expected what they felt. Julia's eyes rolled back, and she sighed decadently as she collapsed into a languid sprawl atop Brandon. Brandon had to grit his teeth before a purpling face to keep from coming. He regained himself just as Willowbud grew her cock back, and shyly stepped between Julia's legs.

"What are you waiting for?" Julia moaned at her, spreading her legs to reveal her dripping pussy, and the defilement that was occurring beneath it.

"You to say 'please.'" Willowbud giggled, biting her thumb and shifting from hip to hip. Julia predictably grabbed Willowbud by the ass, and forced the Earth Former's hips forward. Willowbud fought through a fit of giggles as she submitted to her role, each laugh interrupted by a lascivious moan. Soon she was pressing to Julia, thrusting with long, sensual passes, drinking of her leaking breasts and undulating to the impassioned cadence of the surrounded redhead. It contrasted the brutal drives Brandon delivered, creating a dichotomy of fluid lust from the front, and vicious sodomy from behind. Julia melted in it, reacted beautifully as she always did, locking her legs around Willowbud to engage in the amorous winds of their lust as she grinded her ass with uncouth perversion into Brandon's crotch. When she came, Julia sung the duet of her orgasms, screaming for Brandon and moaning breathily for Willowbud. They pulled out of her, leaving her vacant and swollen, and then all three of them looked at me.

They all took their turns in each of my holes, moving from my pussy, to my ass, then to my mouth. They showed me the different sides of their sexuality. Brandon and Julia turned me into a bridge, the goal of their thrusts seeming to be to force me screaming into the ceiling. Then Willowbud and Julia pressed me between them on the couch, the Earth Former holding her cock statically in my ass as I made love to my woman, sharing my lips and the flavors we'd collected between us, smiling lazily between half-lidded eyes drooping in pleasure. Then my nose was pressing into the soft folds of Willowbud's pussy, and I was inhaling her scent as I licked her insides, my lips crying into her depths as Brandon and Julia traded off behind me. The pushed my bent-over body forward, smooshing my muzzle into the moist folds of her, causing me to deform the pink petals with my sloppy devouring, my eyes staring their hunger. Then Willowbud did the same to me, watching me from her grey and green lenses as she did things with her mouth no other had done before. My fingertips brushed my astonished lips, and trailed splendidly down my form to rest on the horned head of the Earth Former, and pull her deeper. She studied my reactions, found my secrets, and turned me into a puddle of languor.