The Creators Ch. 14

Angela led her circular train of women until it devolved into a pile of orgasming brown beauties. After a minute of moans and cries, my sister emerged from the pile like a phoenix, over a dozen black hands snaking along her white body, slithering up her curves, covetously squeezing her breasts, rolling her nipples, clasping her throat, pushing between her spread thighs to deliver fingers deep into her tight vulnerable places. She moved with the same sinuous lechery as the hands that held her captive, dancing as she was molested, accepting all violations. By the way she swayed, I could see that she wanted to surrender to them, to fall back into the bed of molestation and be invaded by her students, but she held back from their moaning pleas of 'Bound one' and 'teacher,' and instead focused her lust-drunk gaze upon me.

"Students," she said, her voice thick with lust, "the impregnation ceremony is about to begin."

Arya and Angela untangled themselves from their respective webs of passion, and crawled to my side. Bianca followed after, framing her daughter from behind, planting loving kisses upon her throat as they gazed at my crotch. The other Ofanians casually pushed their fingers into each other, but their eyes were locked onto me, watching with great attentiveness. My penis was centerstage, and I thanked god it didn't shrink under the pressure.

"Show me what to do," Arya whispered to Angela.

"You must taste him first," Bianca said before Angela could answer.

I raised my brows at her, and she blushed.

"It was what I saw Tera do when I was... observing," she confessed with a guilty smile.

Angela touched Bianca's lush lips, and grinned. "With these big beautiful lips of yours, Bianca, you should be a natural." She looked down at me. "Brandon, spread your legs."

I opened my legs wide, and Angela beckoned mother and daughter to lie between them, their joined breath caressing my taut penile flesh.

"Give your babies a kiss, ladies," Angela beckoned, and ran a gentle hand across my balls.

Bianca pursed her lips, looked up at me with those beautiful brown eyes, and planted a loving kiss upon my left nut.

Angela giggled. "No, no, no!" She ran her hand through Bianca's woolly hair. "That's not how you kiss Arya anymore, is it?"

"No, Bound One," Bianca grinned up at me, "this is how I kiss my children now." She took my nut into her mouth, enveloped my scrotal flesh with her plush lips, and ran her tongue sensually around the orb, swirling and caressing wetly until it was quaking in her mouth, and I was groaning pathetically. Excited by my reaction, Arya did the same with my other nut, and soon my cock was twitching with spurts of precum, barely on the edge of control. They plopped my nuts from their pursed smiles, then turned their smiles upon either side of my shaft, and drew out their tongues. Slowly, purposefully, they lathered their way up my length, cresting the head and sharing an open-mouthed kiss around my crease, their tongues slithering to lick the precum that had dribbled. Bianca took her position at my apex, and planted her lips around it. As her brown eyes looked adoringly up at me, her closed-lipped kiss expanded, opening her black plush lips around my white cock until my head was consumed in totality.

"Watch the teeth," Angela instructed gently, and Bianca created an oval of suction around my crease. "That's it," Angela whispered, "now slowly take it down. Slowly, Bianca. Enjoy it. This is as much for you as it is for him."

Bianca never took her eyes off me as she descended me, taking me all the way to the resistance of her throat.

"Go deeper," Angela hissed. "Take him all the way."

Bianca gagged around me, but she didn't stop. She took inch after tortuous inch of me into her clenching throat, and she choked herself for my pleasure, and for hers. When her lips pillowed around my base, I moaned in abject delight, and her face lit up with immeasurable pride. Her audience applauded her, her daughter gawked appraisingly, and Bianca held me there, acclimating herself until she retreated back up my stalk, and slowly plunged once more.

"Oh, fuck!" I groaned, much to her satisfaction. Emboldened by my praise, Bianca began to suck me with more gusto, sloppily consuming me, glugging and gagging around squelching suction that left thick ropes of spit hanging from her chin. Her wings opened resplendently behind her, and she dipped her body low in a confident arch as she fed so gluttonously from my shaft.

"Goddamn, that's fucking hot," Angela hissed heatedly beside me, and rolled over onto her back. Her white patterns thrummed, and her clitoris engorged until it sprouted into a smooth, supple cock. A pair of small hairless balls grew snugly about its base, each orb taut against her vulva. Before the unhinged jaws of the Ofanians, Angela stroked her new member, then turned to her pupils. "Well," she inquired lazily, "who wants to practice on me before worshiping their god?"

Angela was buried in a pile of suitors a second later. Only her hand emerged from the fray, and I delivered her a high-five before she was lost once more. Bianca slurped her way up my shaft, returning my attention to where it was most pertinent, then she popped my swollen head from her mouth, and licked at her daughter. Arya gave me a shy little smile, then followed the instructions of her mother. Bianca tutored Arya gently as the teenage virgin sucked me, her wings drooped submissively where Bianca's had been spread in triumph. Perhaps she was subdued, but she wasn't meek. She gave me her all, and though she couldn't take me into her throat, her small mouth wrapped around me and the liquid dance of her tongue was more than enough to bring me to the edge. She finished with a lecherous lick, displaying the froth of precum that I'd deposited upon her tongue like a prize, before swallowing it.

"It's time," Bianca whispered to her daughter, framing her body. Arya didn't quail in her mother's arms now; she climbed atop me boldly, straddled me about the waist, and grabbed my manhood with both hands. It was only when she began to lift herself, that she had her moment's hesitation.

"Is this right, Your Holiness?" she asked me, her voice quivering with anticipation. "Or should you be on top of me?"

"You're fine where you are," I chuckled, sliding my hands up her slender body. She shivered beneath my touch, her flesh raised with goosebumps, her every hair standing on edge. My hands hooked around her waist, and my thumbs slid upon the convergence of her pelvis until they brushed against her swollen clit, red and wet from her mother's lips. She gasped, her eyes widening, and she nodded her head for me to continue. I rubbed her and caressed her, toying with her throbbing organ until she danced an unbidden sinuous samba upon me. Grinding her wet petals around my shaft, she groaned and hissed, pressing herself ever harder against my erection until its girth was wrapped in her soft folds, so tight that the puffy flesh shown vivid and flushed about me.

"I'm ready," she whispered, and raised herself. There was a moment's hesitation, but only a moment. Bianca wrapped her strong arms around her daughter, and slowly guided her down. I made sure there was no pain. With subtle magic, I eased the breaking of her virginity as she gradually stretched her entrance around my head, and engulfed me. Her eyes flashed open; her mouth fell agape. Bianca planted loving kisses upon her throat as she descended inch after inch, taking me into her hot wet sheath until her weight relaxed atop me, and blood dribbled upon our merging. Her lips stammered breathlessly for a moment, then uttered a single croak.

"You're a woman now," Bianca whispered dotingly, wrapping her daughter and me into her wings. "How does it feel?"

"Amazing," Arya whimpered, marveling upon the feeling of me spearing her to the womb. "Oh my god, Mother, it's the most amazing thing I've ever felt!"

Bianca giggled delightedly, then slid her hands down her daughter's toned belly, and rested them atop mine about her hips. "You haven't felt anything yet, baby. Let Mommy teach you how to fuck."

ANGELA

I watched Bianca teach her daughter how to ride my brother. I watched Arya bite her lip and groan with sultry lechery, uttering sounds no pure virgin girl ever should as her mother guided her deep oscillations. Soon, Bianca didn't have to guide Arya at all. I watched the beautiful moment when mother released daughter, and Arya became a woman in truth, undulating and gyrating on her own accord, learning with every ecstatic motion who she was. Brandon rose to her, pressed her body to his and sandwiched her between her mother. He compelled her back into a deep arch, and she took him all the way, raising and lowering herself as he began to thrust, liquid strings of her desire stretching and mingling upon their lecherous joining. I watched as he kissed her, as her rapacious lips opened reverently for his tongue, as she showed everyone with her flowering body what pleasure she endured. I knew the feeling well. My brother was a dope in every aspect of life, but in bed, he truly was divine, and all us poor females could do was worship at his altar.

But it was hard to be jealous of him with Alecia's tongue in my pussy, Nia's mouth wrapped around the base of my shaft, Imani licking my right nut, Shanice licking my left, Ciara sucking my left nipple, Aliyah sucking my right, and Jada wrapping her mouth with mine to share her tongue.

"Please, Bound One," Nia groaned after slurping her way up my cock, "take my virginity now. I can't stand it any longer!"

"Take mine first!" Alecia objected.

"No, mine!" Ciara cried.

It became very obvious to me as the women pawed pitifully for my lust, that there was a woeful shortage of penis in this orgy. I could make the Ofanians lusty, I could make them desire each other, but I couldn't take away their heterosexuality, and my carefully-crafted lovefest was threatening to devolve into audiences of bored women fondling each other while they waited their turn. Another idea popped into my head; another beautifully wicked idea.

Brandon, I said telepathically.

My brother's blue eyes emerged from the cocoon of white and gold feathers. Kinda busy, Sis.

Give me your hand.

It's occupied.

Just give it to me!

Brandon's hand emerged, filmed with fluids and webbed with nectar. I guided Nia to sit upright, then I guided my brother's hand to her crotch. She gasped when his fingertips touched her overlarge clit, and her gasp became a cry when I delivered my wicked request, and Brandon acquiesced. Now it was my turn to gasp. Had Nia been born a man, she would've had a thick, veiny, nine-inch cock. But Nia wasn't born a man, and so when her cock sprouted from her clitoral hood, everyone stopped what they were doing, and gawked. Nia's lips stammered for a moment, then she reached down, and wrapped her elegant fingers around her grotesquely beautiful piece of meat. Knowing valkyries as well as I did, I worried that her pride would reject the addition as a horrific deformity, but when she looked upon my face, her expression was filled with joy.

"I have been blessed by God himself," she whispered, tears in her eyes. "The honor is... it's just so..."

"You were already blessed, Nia," I grinned, holding up Brandon's hand. "He just brought out your potential. Now, who else wants some divine deformation?"

They all did, of course. One by one, they were transformed, and soon I was surrounded on all sides by wobbling, throbbing, leaking black cocks. The newly-minted hermaphrodites explored themselves curiously, then they began to explore each other. It was a sight to behold. The black angels turned upon each other, assessing their partners with curious gazes, running their hands down each other's bodies. They pressed their engorged organs together, rubbing them shaft-to shaft, pushing them so that their undersides pulsated against one another in a wobbling combat. As their breasts squished and their lips smooshed, they undulated to bring their frothing columns to each other, to savor the hard pulsing heat of the other, and to determine who would be dominant. The submissive women showed their colors. They laid on their backs with beckoning smiles, they bent over with pitiful bites of their lips, they opened their legs wide and whimpered their pleas to be violated.

The dominant women gave them what they wanted. They grasped their submissive counterparts by the cock, they stroked them aggressively from the front and from behind, and they lined up their shots into virgin slits, and pushed inside. Brandon had removed the pain of chastity, but they all felt its intensity. They gasped and croaked, their heads fell back and their eyes widened, they stared with disbelieving eyes as they took something so large so deeply into something so small. The penetrators were engulfed in gripping lips that salivated with hunger, and they groaned and moaned as they marveled upon the alien sensations of masculine sex. They connected their crotches in a chorus of heavenly cries and moans, and they stared into each other's brown eyes, rapt and wonderous at what they were doing to each other, all pretense of civility slowly fading. The dominant women began to thrust, and the submissive women began to grind, and the last of their sanity left them.

Where before, I'd been swarmed by women, now I was woefully unattended. It didn't matter. I'd let the Ofanians marvel upon their new pleasures, and when they'd learned from each other, I'd let them have me. I recalled watching Tera and Astrid getting gangbanged back in Willowbud's palace, and I remembered my revulsion at the idea of being so manhandled. Well, these weren't men. I was going to get stuffed like a turkey tonight. I turned my attention to Arya and Bianca, and smirked to myself. But first, I was going to do some stuffing of my own.

I crawled over to the incestuous threesome, and snuck under Bianca's wings. Arya was in the late throes of her lust, her body glistened with sweat, her hair matted, her cries ardent and exerted as she willingly pierced herself . Bianca was behind her daughter, grasping the girl's breasts, kissing the girl's throat, pressing her body to her as though to feel the reverberations of Brandon's plunging drives through her back.

"She's so close," I chuckled, drawing my hand covetously up Arya's clenching belly. I looked over at Bianca. "You're in my spot, High Guard."

She raised her eyes questioningly, and then the realization dawned upon her. "You want to...."

"I do," I grinned.

She wrapped a protective arm around her daughter.

"Mom?" Arya gasped questioningly, her wooly hair flailing with her percussive drops.

"The Bound One oversteps herself," Bianca hissed.

"What does she want?"

"She wants to... penetrate you from behind."

Arya laughed. "With your brother in there, I don't think there's any room!"

"That's not what I mean, Arya," I smiled deviously.

Her laughter ebbed from her, and her face slackened. An expression of revulsion crossed her, then one of fear, then one of interest. Each thrust Brandon delivered broke her inhibitions until all that was left on her face was an intoxicated stare right into my eyes.

"You want to penetrate my anus," she whispered.

I took her by the shoulders, kissed her cheek, and hissed into her ear. "I want to fuck you in the ass."

"Bound One, stop this!" Bianca exclaimed, but she was touching herself. Oh, how I loved my succubus venom. The carefully-constructed walls of civility the proud Ofanians had built in their minds turned against them, becoming trenches of depravity that deepened the more they indulged.

"Don't worry, Bianca," I giggled to her. "You can make sure I don't go in dry." I grabbed Arya's succulent cheeks, and spread her open. Brandon's cock had stretched her pussy so thin that the brown lips clung to him like a membranous sheath, and just above that, Arya's virgin aperture was coiled tight as a button. I turned to Bianca, and hissed, "Doesn't it look delicious?"

Bianca stared at it for a long time, her expression transitioning from disgust, to trepidation, to curiosity. As Brandon gently thrusted into Arya, her pink little center opened and closed, seeming to pucker its coiled lips with the slackening and tightening of her pelvic muscles. Bianca watched it until her expression was wholly ravenous, and with a groan of shameful self-defeat, she suddenly planted her face between her baby-girl's jiggling cheeks, wrapped her lips around the rim, and sucked the entrance to a swollen circle as her tongue pushed inside. Arya mewled and whined, gasped and groaned. Her slender back flexed below her wings as she writhed within the prison of her position, undulating to the twitches that crawled up her spine.

Bianca was ravenous. She burrowed her face deeply between her daughter's cheeks and feasted gluttonously, the sounds of wet smacks and squelches accompanying the rising tenor of her baby's moans. She sated herself with her daughter's insides, then grabbed me ferociously by the member, and took me all the way to the base. I cried out in glee, adoring the ravenous and challenging look in Bianca's brown eyes as she ascended my shaft, sheening me, laying claim to me with a signature flick of her exiting tongue. Taking control of the situation, she grabbed me by my hair, and devoured my lips with domineering avarice, her stroking hand bringing my throbbing tip against her daughter's dilated center.

"Take a deep breath, baby," she whispered to Arya against my lips, took a handful of my ass, and pushed me inside her daughter's rectum. Brandon made sure Arya felt no pain, but she did feel me. She felt her pelvic floor indent at the head of my cock, she felt the pressure mount in her rim, and she felt me penetrate her resistance, her anus enveloping me so that I could slide into her tight hot insides. She felt me press against my brother's bulge from the other side, she felt me rub against him along the thin membrane that divided her channel, and she felt the complete filling of her insides when I compressed her succulent cheeks with my crotch, and moaned into her ear.

"You're so fucking tight for me!" I hissed breathily. "How does my cock feel shoved up your little virgin asshole?"

Arya's eyes were bulging, her lips were stammering, her cheeks were flushed. She let out a hoarse hiss, and that hiss became a whine, and that whine became a decadent moan of pure delight. She backed her ass into me, squishing her soft cheeks against my crotch, and she whimpered, "How does something this wrong feel this good?"

"Because wrong is right between the bedsheets, Arya," I chuckled, licking her ear above her wing.

"Yes," she moaned, sliding atop my brother, ravaging her holes willingly, "yes, it is! Oh, Bound One, speak terrible things to me!"

"You're an anal slut," I growled, covetously squeezing her breasts, "you're a helpless little whore who likes getting fucked in both holes at once!"

"Yes! More!"

"You're a depraved little bird who likes the taste of her mother's cunt!" I growled, pulling back, marveling at how her sheath clung to me before I plunged back in.

"I am!" she cried, delighting in the way Brandon and I grinded between her, our cocks pressing her nerve-swathed division, ruining her from the inside out.

"You want to be stuffed in every little hole, don't you?" I touched her trembling lips. "This pretty little mouth isn't for talking—no, no, no—it's for something else."

"It's for this," Bianca whispered, rising beside her daughter. Brandon's hand left the High Guard's crotch to reveal a brown column of masculine glory rising from between her powerful legs. Despite its size, Arya didn't hesitate. She grasped her mother by the cock, licked her way up its underside, wrapped her mouth around the head, and took it halfway. Bianca made a seat of Brandon's face, and as Brandon nestled his nose against her anus and his mouth around her slit, we all began to fuck her daughter into mindless orgasm.