The Creators Ch. 14

"You seem overdressed for the occasion, Bianca," Angela said softly. Bianca nodded, not breaking our gaze. She took a deep breath, reached behind her back, and undid the clasp of her toga. It slid off her like water; flowing from her muscular shoulders, then her proud breasts, then dangling alluring from one wide hip before falling from the curve of her supple backside. The other Ofanians had undoubtedly seen their High Guard naked before, but never presented sexually. They averted their gazes in shame, except for the one I didn't recognize, who stared wide-eyed at her High Guard.

"Do not look away!" Bianca shouted, her voice wavering. The ashamed captains struggled to move their gaze forward. "You all know what we must do!"

"Yes, High Guard," the captains said in unison, their usually-boisterous natures subdued and docile. Bianca reached behind her, and grasped the hand of the Ofanian I didn't recognize.

"Mother?" the Ofanian asked nervously, and Angela shot me a grin of pure disbelief.

"It is time, Arya," Bianca said to her teenaged daughter, who couldn't be any older than me.

"I'm... I'm not ready," Arya mumbled, covering herself with an insecure forearm.

"Bianca, if she's not ready, then—"

"This is a family matter, Your Holiness," Bianca said tersely. I'd never heard her use that tone with me, and indeed, her captains all shot her shocked glares. Angela's disbelieving smile only widened.

"I want you to be the first to bear his child," I heard Bianca whisper into Arya's ear. "Your daughter will be the first of a new generation; a generation spawned from divinity."

Arya glanced at the tent I was pitching in the sheets, and quailed in her mother's arms. "I am frightened."

Bianca embraced her shaking daughter, and planted a kiss atop her head. "You are a woman, are you not?" she whispered.

Arya nodded.

"Then why do you quake like a little girl?" Bianca pushed her daughter out to arm's length, and assessed her with a judgmental gaze. "The High Guard of Ofan has been a Blackwing for five generations, but I will be the last if your reaction to a man's desire is to cower in your mother's arms like a babe."

I glanced over at Angela, expecting her to share in my discomfort, but she was obviously feeling quite the opposite.

What's going on in that perverted little head of yours? I asked her.

Oh, I'm the pervert? I'm not the one who made his sister a new body just so that he could fuck it.

Angela....

Forgive me if incest is a fetish of mine. I was literally brought back to life from it. She turned her eyes back to the conflicted pair of valkyries. "Excuse me," she said to Bianca and Arya before I could object. She walked down the row of Ofanians, and stepped before the mother and daughter. "I think I know what the problem is here."

"Bound One," Bianca said, looking gravely at Angela, "this is not your—"

"Shut up!" Angela said sharply, and the whole room went dead silent.

Bianca tucked her lips into her mouth, and went red all over.

Angela held Bianca's stare until Bianca averted her eyes, then she leveled a gentle gaze upon her quivering daughter. "Arya," Angela said softly, "that's such a pretty name."

"Thank you, Bound One," Arya muttered.

"Are you scared of me?"

Arya shook her head.

"It's because I'm a woman, right?" Angela queried softly. "I'm familiar to you. I'm something you understand intimately, not like..." she gestured toward me, "...that stupid thing over there."

"Do not speak of His Holiness in such a way!" Bianca snapped.

Angela turned a lazy gaze on Bianca. "Bianca, I'll speak to my brother any damn way I please, but if you talk to me like that again, I'm going to make you eat my asshole until your tongue learns some manners." She assessed the statuesque beauty with a leer. "Of course, that might not be any kind of punishment for you, would it? Not after what you let Jade Tao and Astrid Skyborne do to you."

There were nine audible gasps, and Bianca turned so red that I thought she might burst.

"Mother?!" Arya gasped.

"Yes," Angela giggled, turning back to Arya, "your mother let those two whores ravage her until she was as filthy as they were." Angela fixed her gaze purposefully with Arya's. "It came quite naturally to her, I imagine. You understand, don't you? You're a young woman in a colony of women—I mean, it's not like there's a lot of options."

Arya gulped, and Angela grinned. Arya cast her face to the floor, and Angela raised it with a gentle thumb on her chin.

"You're not scared of me, are you, Arya?" Angela whispered.

"No, Bound One," Arya whispered back.

"But you've either been looking at my feet, or staring me directly in the eyes," Angela muttered, running her hand down Arya's collar. "There's a whole lot of me in between, you know. You can look; I want you to look."

Arya bashfully ran her eyes down Angela's body, then let her gaze linger on the way up. "You are quite beautiful, Bound One," she said softly.

"So are you," Angela whispered, and unhooked the clasp that held Arya's toga, letting it cascade to the floor. She didn't bare her mother's curves or muscle, but was lithe and delicate. Angela feasted her eyes, then stepped into the space between them, and pressed her body to the virgin teenager's.

Arya gasped. "Bound One!"

"Shh," Angela placed her finger upon Arya's lush lips, and let it linger there. "Stop that, Arya. Right now, I'm not the 'Bound One' unless you want to tie me up and hang me from the ceiling—which I'm totally down for. Right now, I'm just a girl like you." Angela crinkled her nose. "What do you want to do to me?"

Arya blushed to the roots of her hair, but she didn't avert her gaze. "I want to kiss you," she whispered.

"Well," Angela grinned, "what are you waiting for? Are you a valkyrie of Ofan, or are you a—"

Arya silenced Angela with a sudden pressing of their lips, opening them, slithering her virgin tongue into my sister's mouth with bold and boorish motions. Angela's eyes went wide with shock, then eased back into blissful carnality as she guided the inexperienced girl gracefully through the ways of lust.

ANGELA

The shape-shifting ability Brandon have given me was surprisingly easy to master. Like flexing a muscle, I could transform my body at will. There was no need for me to transform myself dramatically, as I quite liked my human body, but given the rigidity of the women surrounding me, I felt that I needed to add a little extra something. Succubus glands formed in place of my sweat glands, and the humidity comingled with my desire compelled my flesh to glisten and soak into the girl holding me. Her hands began to wander upon my body. They were tentative at first, then sought the muscles of my shoulders and back, and slid to my waist. Her tongue became bolder in our joined mouths, and as our lips smacked in a wet exchange, she slid her hands to my buttocks, and squeezed until her fingers were lost in the fat. I moaned into her mouth, and she did as well, her heart beating faster against me, her breath becoming sharp alongside our pressed noses. I released her from my kiss with a heated exhalation, and she sought my lips mindlessly, her tongue lathering the plush outline of her delicious mouth.

"Stop," I giggled, pressing my fingers to her lips.

She wrapped her mouth around my fingers, and sucked them loudly.

"You like how that tastes?" I asked softly.

She nodded.

"Those fingers were just in my pussy."

"I know," she mouthed.

"Hold that thought, Arya," I whispered, and turned around. Bianca was standing there, bewildered by the sudden transformation of her daughter. I stepped into her guard, and pressed my body against hers. Her hard abdomen molded pleasantly into my soft tummy as I nestled my face between her beautiful brown breasts, and selected one nipple with my tongue. Her lips quivered, her eyes went wide and wonderous, and her breath became steady and sharp. I took one handful of her fat black ass, and slithered my other between her legs from the front, parting her sweltering apex, caressing her where she was so, so hot and wet. Her hands stayed rigid at her sides, then slowly moved upon me. She was rougher than Arya, and much less apprehensive. She grabbed me and squeezed me, pushed her fingers into my crack and knotted the other set into my hair. I hummed approvingly, and increased the ardency of my nursing, pulling and teething her nipple until I could feel her pulse within it. She moaned huskily, and pressed my face deeper into her juicy maternal fat.

"What are you doing to me?!" she moaned.

"Seducing you," I giggled. I turned around, and looked at Arya. She was rigid and shaking, an absolute mess of suppressed desire. Her cheeks were rosier than they'd ever been, and though there was depthless shame in her eyes, she could not look away from the display of sex I provided.

"You can touch yourself, Arya," I crooned.

"I dare not!"

"You're mother's a beautiful woman; it's only natural."

"It is not!" both Arya and Bianca exclaimed, both through moans.

I caressed Bianca's engorged clit, and grinned up at her. "What's wrong, Bianca; don't you think your daughter is pretty?"

"Of course she is, but... but...."

"But...?" I giggled, and turned around to look back at Arya, who was still trapping herself in a prison of stasis, unwilling to move lest her body betray her. "Don't you think your mommy is beautiful?"

"So beautiful!" Arya whined pathetically.

"Then why don't you come over here and nurse from her like you used to?" I asked, and turned back to look up at the beautifully-conflicted face of Bianca. "You came here to watch your daughter get fucked. Maybe in your head you thought it would be a solemn bedding ceremony, but you must've known you would feel something when you watched it, right? I mean..." I pushed two fingers into her dripping slit, and she cried out, "...you're just a woman, after all."

"Please, Bound One!"

I slurped her nipple wetly, glanced sideways at Brandon, and whispered to Bianca, "do you see how hard you're making him? You know who Brandon really is; you spied on him for all those nights. He's a total pervert, Bianca, so shouldn't his High Guard represent him well? Fuck your baby-girl. Make a woman out of her before your god."

This time, it was Arya who was the bold one. She stepped shakenly towards us, heedless of her mother's protests. She slid next to me, and looked her mother right in the eye. There was a beautiful moment when I saw the shame play across their faces, radiating from their irises like miniature suns of guilt. Then the moment was replaced by an even more beautiful one. Their brown eyes relaxed into surrender, into acceptance, and like Arya had done so many years ago, she wrapped her lush lips about her mother's moist brown nipple, and suckled. I retracted myself carefully from the situation, but neither of them seemed to notice. Their gazes were only for each other; Bianca's filled with lust and maternal love; Arya's filled with daughterly devotion and virgin curiosity.

They slid their hands down each other's bodies, moving like black liquid to grasp succulent buttocks, to slide fingers between jiggling thighs and seek the tight heat of the other's insides. Their eyes went wide when they penetrated each other, and the shame surged back into their expressions for just a moment before it faded once more, and they breached the final forbidden wall. Arya slurped from her mother's nipple, pulled it playfully outward, then let it pop from her mouth. She coyly licked her way up the brown breast, and Bianca tilted her head forward to intercept. Their eyes closed in bliss, their bodies pressed and merged, and their tongues exchanged tenderly as their fingers squelched audibly with their incestual nectar.

As Bianca and her daughter descended to the bed in a tangle black limbs and white feathers, I turned my attention to the other eight Ofanians. There was Ciara, Alecia, Imani, Shanice, Aliyah, Nia, Deja, and Jada, and they were all in various states of confusion and fear. I walked between them, and they parted for me, surrounding me with their great wings and statuesque bodies.

"How many of you have daughters or mothers in the Ofanian Guard?" I asked.

Nia, Deja, Alecia and Imani all raised their hands. By their ages, I could intuit if their relative was a mother or daughter, and by the expressions on their faces, I could tell they feared giving me that information.

"Every woman of fighting age is a woman of fucking age," I proclaimed. "Follow your High Guard's lead."

"It is forbidden!" Deja hissed.

"Why?" I asked her. "No children can be born from it, so why is it taboo?" I grinned at them. "But there is no denying that there is something perverse about it. You may find, as I have found, that the forbidden fruit is the sweetest," I hissed, and levelled my eyes on Deja. "Go fetch the Ofanian Guard, Deja. All of them. My brother will put a child in every woman's belly tonight! And to the rest of you..." I turned around as Deja spread her wings and flew out the door, "...extend your hands to me. Touch me. Feel my flesh. You will find in an instant that there is nothing to fear," I grinned wickedly at them as they laid terrified hands upon my shoulders. "The thing to fear is in you. Who will you become tonight? For you will not be the same scared little girls who walked into this place."

One by one, I watched the women's expressions change. One by one, I watched their eyes become heavily-lidded, their lush lips part to reveal rapt breaths, their cheeks flush, but not of embarrassment. Their fingers relaxed upon me, then slowly slid down. They cupped and squeezed my breasts, they massaged and marveled upon the muscles of my back, they caressed and tickled my tummy, and they slid down my thighs.

"What's happening to us?" Ciara muttered.

"I feel so hot," Imani whined.

"Why do I salivate when I touch your nipple?" Alecia whispered, her brown eyes staring up at me as she crouched.

"Take your clothes off, Alecia," Shanice giggled, and undid the clasp of her toga. "I must confess, I always did admire how plump your backside was."

"You can touch it," Alecia crooned, confusion and lust in her big brown eyes. "I... I want you to... to..."

"To what, Alecia?" Aliyah asked as she fondled my nipples curiously.

"I want someone to put their mouth upon my... my... pussy," Alecia hissed, bowing her head in shame.

"Is that how it is done, Bound One?" Jada asked me. "The pleasuring of another woman?"

"We are so ignorant in these things," Nia mused. "Though I must confess, I did precure a dirty magazine while I was in Drastin. There were so many creative ways the humanoid body can bend."

"Teach us, Bound One," Ciara whimpered, looking so flustered and desperate.

"Teach us how to be... sluts," Imani struggled with the last word, but once she uttered it, she blushed with pleasure.

"Follow me, my pussy pupils," I giggled, and led the train of eager students to the bed. Brandon was being left woefully unattended as Arya and Bianca gyrated together beside him, though he seemed more than content with enjoying the show. I laid down next to him, and gave him an exhilarated lip-biting smile when he connected eyes with me.

Can you believe this shit?! I giggled telepathically.

I can't believe you, he replied, looking at me in a way that made me blush.

You ain't seen nothing yet, cowboy, I tittered, and turned to my students, who now were kneeling naked upon the bed, their hands seeking each other's crotches. "I need a volunteer."

Alecia scrambled out in front of the pack, and plopped herself before me. "I will volunteer!" the teenager exclaimed excitedly, brushing back her mane of wooly hair.

"Wonderful," I beamed back, "now bend over."

Alecia hesitated for only a moment before she got on her hands and knees. On the other side of Brandon, Bianca bid her daughter to do the same, though Bianca didn't wait on my instruction. She peeled open Arya's virgin cheeks, eyed her options ravenously, and planted her face deep into her daughter's crack. Arya's eyes flashed open, her head flung back, and she moaned to the ceiling as Bianca did what Jade and Astrid had taught her. The other valkyries gaped at the display of sexual gluttony, then looked excitedly back at me, eagerly awaiting my instruction now that they knew what awaited them.

I rolled over, and assumed the position behind my prostrating pupil. "Relax, Alecia," I said to her, and she nervously eased her face into the bedding, stooping her back into a deep arch. I grabbed her bronze succulent cheeks, and parted them to reveal the mouth-watering options between them.

"The first thing you want to do when eating a girl out," I explained, "is to take note of her desires. Every woman is different, and so you must listen for her verbal and bodily cues. Alecia here doesn't yet know what she wants, so we'll both discover it together. Are you ready, Alecia?"

"Yes, Bound One!" Alecia whimpered, terrified, but exhilarated.

I puzzled over how best to teach my class of students when so much would be obstructed, and then a brilliant, wonderful idea dawned on me.

"Actually..." I turned to all the others, "...have any of you ever played the game called 'Telephone?'"

They shook their heads.

I grinned. "Well, my version's a little different anyway. Aliyah, get in front of Alecia; Ciara, get in front of Aliyah; Imani, get in front of Ciara; Shanice, get inf front of Imani; Nia, get in front of Shanice; and Jada, you get in front of Nia, and behind me."

The women crawled into a circle, exchanging nervous giggles and lustful stares until each face was presented with a pair of juicy brown cheeks. I felt hot breath caressing me, and I looked back to see Nia's eager smile and determined eyes, ready to prove to me that she was up to the challenge. Perfect. I clapped my hands upon Alecia's jiggling domes, and the sound was echoed around the circle until two large feminine hands were sinking their greedy fingers into my backside, and peeling my cheeks apart. I took a moment to enjoy Brandon's expression as I arched my back to tilt my pelvis for Nia's oral access, then I returned my attention to Alecia.

I pressed my face into her moist crack, and extended my tongue. She gasped when I split her slit with my exploratory member, and she held her breath when I traversed all the way to her clit. Something I'd noticed about Ofanians, was that their clits were very large, almost like little cocks swathed in a cute feminine hood. It would make my job a lot easier. I painted her bead until it was engorged and pulsing, and she was sputtering and moaning into the pillow, each exaltation rich with sexual revelation.

"Alecia, aren't you forgetting something?" Aliyah crooned, twerking her ass before Alecia. Alecia didn't even hesitate. Intoxicated with the pleasure I was pouring into her, she pressed her face into Aliyah's crack, and mimicked what I was teaching her. The chorus of moans moved around the circle as each woman was touched for the first time, and then the final moan came from Nia's lips, before it was silenced in my depths. I hummed my moan into Alicia, and wrapped my lips about her netherlips, sucking her folds into my mouth as I pushed my tongue deep inside of her. After a minute, I felt Nia do the same to me. She consumed me with boorish gluttony as I precisely fed upon Alecia, and with every different technique I employed, the message was translated around the circle until it came back to me, muddled, sloppy, and sopping with saliva. Just how I liked it.

BRANDON