The Creators Ch. 15

"Look what I got for you, Pet!" the huntress exclaimed after flying into the nest. She dropped a massive watermelon right onto my chest, and beamed proudly. "You like it very much, yes? So much food that you will get fatter than a suckling pig! I want you to be fat and happy. A fat pet is a happy pet, oh yes, a fat pet is a happy pet!" She sang and hopped happily about me. "There is a whole field of these just a few miles off. Melons and melons as far as the eye can see. I will gorge you until you're pregnant with food! I will make you so fat that your navel pops out!" she poked my belly-button, and cackled delightedly, then sat back, and observed me. "Well? Aren't you going to eat it?"

"How?" I grumbled.

She narrowed her eyes. "With your mouth, I would assume."

"I can't bite through the rind."

The huntress puzzled over the fruit, then picked it up, and crushed it between her hands. Sugar-filled gore splattered me from head to toe, leaving me blinking through a mask of seed and juice. The huntress looked at me, and then burst into laughter.

"Oh, you poor thing, Pet!" she cackled, scooping great hunks of watermelon and plopping them on my chest. "The flies will feast on you tonight! I will have to clean you up, yes I will! Lick you all up!"

"Don't," I groaned.

The huntress tittered. "You always pretend not to like it, but you moan and moan and moan, and spurt milk with such force that it nearly chokes me!" She collected the rest of the watermelon gore, and piled it just below my chin. "And when evening comes, your manhood is roused before I am, so do not pretend with me, little pet!" She poked my nose, and tittered. "I have conditioned you. That is the first step in training a pet. Next, I will teach you tricks!"

"You don't want to see the tricks I can do," I growled.

The huntress cackled. "Oh no! Is the Earth Former going to finally rear her ferocious head, and punish me for all the free food and sex I gave her?" She poked my nose again, and laughed uproariously when I crinkled it. "You are just the cutest little thing, yes you are!"

"I mean it! You better let go before—"

"Before what?" the huntress climbed down my body, grabbed me by the ankles, and hoisted my legs up. "Pet, how many times have I told you to alert me before you need to defecate? Gah! What a mess!"

"I've killed foes a thousand times worse than you, you decrepit dyke! I am the god of earth and rock!"

"You are at best the god of mud," the huntress wrinkled her nose, and pulled out some leaves. "Hold still, Pet! You're smearing it!"

"I'm not going to take this anymore, you crazy bitch!" I snarled. "I'm not your fucking pet!"

"You are precisely my 'fucking pet,' and if you do not want to end up like this stuff between your cheeks, then you'll hold still!" the huntress growled back, and delivered a sharp swat to my rear. My cock shot right up, and the huntress gawked at it. "Pet, now is hardly the time."

I farted, and sneered. "I thought you liked it nasty, Astrid?"

"Stop calling me that!"

"Astrid, Astrid, Astrid, Astrid!" I wiggled my little ass, and farted again. "Didn't you say you were gonna clean me with your tongue?"

"You are being a very bad pet!"

"I thought I was your tasty little treat? Eat me up, Master. Eat me all up!" I farted again, and the huntress gagged. "Come on, Master, I'm just as tasty on the inside as that watermelon!"

"Enough!" the huntress growled. She marched across the nest, grabbed a terracotta pot, lifted my legs once more, and drenched me in freezing water. I howled, everything between my legs clenching puckering, shrinking and contracting. "That is what bad little pets get!"

"You're gonna pay for that!" I screamed.

"Oh, I will?" the huntress mocked, and began lathering my nethers with soap.

"You're gonna beg me to stop," I cackled, "and I'm... I'm just gonna keep going!"

"You're truly terrifying, yes you are," the huntress laughed back as she toweled off my ass and balls.

"Do you know what I used to do to vampire sluts like you? I used to stake their hands and feet into the ground, then watch them burn with the sunrise!"

"No more talking, Pet," the huntress said calmly as she replaced my bedding, and threw the soiled stuff through the hole.

"Oh, just you wait until I—"

"Shut, your, bratty, little, mouth!" the huntress growled, smacking my ass with each punctuation. Smack, smack, smack; the raw and cold flesh stung with her fingers, the fat rippled up my backside, and my cock engorged in defiance of the cold, growing in a thick column above my shriveled testicles. The huntress just stared at it with a look of disbelief in her eyes.

"Well, you burned bald bitch?" I snarled. "Are you gonna suck it, or are you gonna stare at it?"

"Perhaps I will leave it unattended. See how you like it then, Pet! Then perhaps you will be the one who begs me, yes you will!"

"I'd rather roll through that fucking hole than spend one more second in yours!"

"Then perhaps I will spend some time in yours!" she growled, and shoved two fingers all the way up my ass. I wasn't ready for it. The soap and water lubricated her invasion, allowing her to push right through my anal cuff without resistance. I yelped, and my cock curved backwards. The huntress's red eyes turned from wrathful to wicked in a moment. "Oh, does my little pet like it here?"

"Get your fingers out of my shitter!" I tried to snarl, but only managed to moan.

"Oh, she likes it very much," she giggled, and curled her evil fingers inside me, pressing them firmly against my prostate.

"Fuck!" I screamed, my cock throbbing and wagging violently.

"Does my pet have apologies for me?" she asked, watching my organ with rapt interest as she controlled the way it twitched from inside me.

"Fuck you, you dead old whore!"

"No, fuck you, Pet!" she snarled, rubbing against my convulsing center, making me toss my head side to side in a fit of screaming pleasure. "Fuck you, little pet. Yes, you like it when I do this, don't you? You wish I had a cock to fuck you with, don't you?"

"Maybe you could just fuck yourself with it!" I gasped, appalled that the scant strength in my body was now being compelled to wind my hips, stirring my clenching rim around the huntress's bony bottom knuckles.

"Yes, Pet, yessss," she hissed. "I can fuck you," she retracted her finger to the tips, letting my anus coalesce before she forced them all the way back in, and my head flung back to exalt a note of pure joy. "I can fuck you in your dirty little mud-hole."

In and out, in and out; she popped free, let me close, then she slid back in, making me feel the wonderful penetration, ravaging me, reaming me, making my little faggot hole pulse and clench to suck about her knuckles as they ran such a sweet contour through my fleshy cuff. Her fingertips pressed and massaged my anal organ, rubbing with malice, raping the pleasure right from me and forcing me to whine and mewl just for her.

"What does my pet say to me?" the huntress purred evilly. "Come now, you stubborn little dachshund; speak!"

I sealed my lips and hummed my desperate moans as her knuckles squelched through my sucking lubricated rim. Her fingertips maliciously massaged my battered prostate, her other hand came down to gently squeeze my roiling balls, rolling them in her cool palm, one finger extended to caress the back of my taut sack.

"Oh, you want to say it so badly...." the huntress cooed, her voice rich with a malevolence. "You want to submit and be my good little puppy, don't you? I'll give you what you want every night, little puppy. I'll open this dirty little hole up and ravage the squishy little button within. Just surrender to me. No more fighting. No more pain." Her red eyes glinted with something akin to compassion. "I will protect you, Pet. I swear I will. Just tell me you want it."

It was no use. I was as helpless as a chained calf, and as tender as its veal. Surrender and submission were such tantalizing pleasures. No more worries. No more guilt. No more Willowbud. I didn't have to go to the Gratoran Desert to find some orc lord to make a slave of me. I could be the huntress's little pet right here.

"Say it, Pet," the huntress whispered, almost a pleading tone in her voice. Almost.

I tried to keep my lips tight around my confession, but I never had much pride. It burst from me in a terrible and ecstatic scream, filled with my submission, my sweet tender surrender. "I want you to fuck my little asshole, Master!" I sobbed. "Please fuck me! Please, oh please, oh please!"

The huntress's eyes lit up, and she grinned from ear to ear in something almost like affection. Almost. As her hands did such wonderful damage to my insides, her lush mouth sought my raging spout, and she wrapped her red lips around it. And though her fangs grazed me, and though her tongue was rougher than it had been before, she still consumed me with all the gluttony and sensuality she had before, pulling those lips up my pole to sheen me, plunging my spear deep into her neck so that she could nestle me so perfectly into her throat. That night, I didn't look away from the horror raping me. That night, I stared her right in her red eyes as she fed from me, as she milked me, as she did the closest thing she could do to love me. When I came with a scream down her swallowing throat, and writhed in the prison of my euphoric flesh, I did so with a smile, and the words 'Master' on my lips.

THE HUNTRESS

Time was a strange thing. To me, it seemed as though months had passed since I had secured Pet, but she seemed to believe it was a mere two weeks. But Pet was crazy, so what did it matter? I had gone through this ritual at least a hundred times, maybe even more. In fact, it had probably been years—maybe even decades. After sucking a rabbit down to its marrow, I secured a few ears of corn from the field, outmaneuvered the pesky traps the farmer put in place, and flew back up the sheer cliffside. It took me a long time to get to my nest, and I was exhausted by the time I got there, but seeing Pet's radiant smile when I flew through the hole made it all worth it.

"What did you get me this time, Master?" she asked me. Pet wasn't as helpless as she'd been before. She walked about the nest and tidied it, and busied herself with her rocks. She'd secured all of the little pebbles from the thatching and placed them in a pile in the corner, and I'd sometimes find them assorted in odd patterns or structures.

"Does my pet like golden grain?" I asked her, procuring the ears of corn.

"She does," Pet giggled, and motioned for them greedily like a child.

"Ah-ah-ah..." I tutted, holding the ears up where she couldn't reach them. "What does a good pet say?"

Pet got to her knees, folded her hands in her lap, and looked up at me with those adorable green eyes of hers. "Pretty please, Master," she said in the cutest little voice, "can I pretty please have a treat, pretty please?"

I grinned down at her adoring face. "Only if I get mine first."

Pet smirked shyly, then opened her pressed thighs. Her cock sprang forth, bronze and delectable, a pretty little bow made of maple leaves wrapped just below its head. "Do you like it?" she tittered, shrugging her shoulders in a play of childlike coyness.

"It's the prettiest thing I've ever seen, yes it is," I snickered back, and dropped to my knees to begin my meal.

"Ah-ah-ah..." Pet giggled, placing her foot against my face, stopping me. "I have conditions this time, Master."

"My pet likes to play such ponderous games."

"She does," she grinned impishly. How could I deny that face?

"What conditions have you?" I asked.

She batted her lashes. "I want to call you 'Astrid.'"

I rolled my eyes. "Why always this?"

"Why does it matter?" she pouted her pouty little lips. "It'll make me happy, and that's all that should matter to my master."

"You're my pet; it's your job to make me happy."

"My happiness is your happiness," Pet whispered, and began stroking her beautiful spout, moaning through little hums. "I've been teasing myself all day for you," she groaned. "Bringing myself to the very edge over and over, filling my balls until they're ready to burst!" She whimpered so enticingly, and bit her lip. "I want my master to know how much I appreciate her, but I can't find the energy unless I know I'll get something back."

I gazed upon her taut orbs, each one tucked so pristinely in her smooth little sack. Oh, so much delicious nectar was in there for me, yes there was. I could smell it.

"Fine," I muttered, "you can call me 'Astrid.'"

Pet's eyes glistened with happiness. "Thank you," she whispered.

After I had sated myself with her and emptied the rage that roiled in her nethers, Pet snuggled into my arms, and allowed me to groom her. She had begun bathing regularly with the pots of water I brought up from the stream, and her pure white hair smelled of lavender and was so soft my hands couldn't comprehend it. I spent indulgent hours raking and petting her hair, and Pet moaned and groaned with the pleasure of it, no longer cringing at my touch.

"What do you do with your little rocks while I'm away?" I asked her.

"Just... tricks and stuff," she mumbled sleepily.

"Show me a trick."

"No."

"You are my pet, and you will show me a trick!"

She stuck her tongue out at me. "You can tame me, but you can't train me."

"I thought you were the god of earth and rock?" I teased, prodding her soft little breast. "You can't even show me one little measly trick?"

Pet's eyes topped her brow, and she smirked. "Coerce me."

"Ahh..." I sighed, and pinched Pet's little nipples as she lounged in my lap, rolling them until they were hard, "...my pet is such a lusty creature, yes she is. Always wanting to play these lusty little games."

"Twist them more," she moaned.

I torqued her nipple until her breasts were spiraled with succulent flesh, and she moaned delectably, licking her lips.

"Show me your little trick, Pet," I whispered into her ear.

"Watch carefully," she whispered back. She presented a pile of pebbles in her palm and flattened her hand so that it faced the ceiling. For a moment, they were still in her hand, and a hushed gravity fell between us. Then she tossed the pebbles into my face, and cackled uproariously. I twirled my squealing pet in the air, laid her across my knee, and spanked her bare bottom. Again and again, my hand flattened against her succulent little rump, and again and again, she yelped and giggled, cajoling me all the way with nasty little jokes until the both of us were in a pile on the floor, and she'd somehow managed to wrestle her way atop me.

"You are a wretched little thing, yes you are!" I exclaimed.

"Am I bad doggy?" Pet grinned impishly. "What'cha gonna do about it, Astrid?"

I could feel Pet's excitement pressing hard against my belly, and the desire alight in her mischievous green eyes. It felt wrong for my pet to be atop me, and yet, I quite enjoyed the weight of her body. She ran her little hands across my scarred and rough flesh, and in the scant places where I still had feeling, I enjoyed her caress. Pet's expression changed slowly to one of contemplative sorrow as she studied the paths of her fingers across my ruined skin. My torso was a horrific knotwork of scarified tissue, the occasional black ink of some tortured tattoo left upon a swath of me. She grazed her fingers along the places where my breasts might've once been, then drew it up my collar.

"Does it hurt?" she asked softly.

"It doesn't feel like anything."

"I'm sorry this happened to you," she whispered, and sniffed away a tear.

"What does it matter, Pet?" I asked her. "I was born into the world like this. I've known nothing else."

She nodded, concealing her weeping with her white hair. After wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, she looked up at me. The expression upon her face was so strange. She seemed to search me for something, though I knew not what, and as she searched, she seemed to slowly convince herself that she had found it.

"What?" I whispered.

She kept her gaze locked with mine, and she moved further up my body. Her white hair drew a curtain around us, and the world was nothing but her forest-green eyes staring down at me. She closed those eyes. She kissed me. I lay there, unsure and anxious, my eyes wide open. Her lips were so soft, her tongue was so curious, and her breath was so sweet in my mouth. She licked the sharp points of my fangs, caressed my toothless gums, and playfully enticed my tongue to join hers. She moaned softly into my mouth, and beckoned me with the points of her fingers as they slid alongside my face, touching the little sensitive flesh I had left. Her hands moved about my bald and scarred head, and she tilted my face to receive her. I slowly closed my eyes, and followed her lead.

WILLOWBUD

I was flying. The night wind whipped through my hair as I stared down at the earth far below me. It didn't feel at all like it used to. First and foremost, Astrid's great pillowing tits were gone, so there was nothing to secure my head between, but the nature of our flight was also changed. I wasn't propelled on an exhilarating ride like a missile, but instead floated eerily through the night. Still, it was better than being cooped up in the nest all day—though in truth, I was beginning to think of it as home.

Astrid suddenly folded her batwings around us, and we dropped like a stone. Before I could find the breath within me to scream, she unfurled them, and I was presented with a view of rapidly-approaching wheat whipping beneath me. Astrid pulled up with a lurch, swung her feet out from beneath us, and the wheat cleared before me to reveal a buck drinking from a puddle. Astrid's feet punched into the deer's flank, smashed through its ribs, and sprayed me with blood and guts. The deer let out a startled honk right before it was crushed from the inside by Astrid's feet as they made contact with the ground.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I yelled, my heart thundering in my throat.

"You said you wanted to hunt with me, yes you did," Astrid tittered, and undid the belt that looped me to her.

"Couldn't you have given me some fucking warning?" I growled, and wiped the gore from my front.

"What, so that you could've shouted a warning to my quarry?"

"Why would I do that?"

Astrid tapped my horns, then the deer's antlers. "You are much more like him than you are like me, Pet. As a bird will caw when it sees a snake approach a rabbit's den, so will you."

"Bitch, I've put more bodies in the ground than you can count!"

Astrid poked my nose, and giggled when I wrinkled it. "You are so cute when you are mad, yes you are!"

She pulled her feet out of the felled deer with a sickening squelch, leaving two hollow footprints in its carcass. Wasting no time, she went about breaking the dead beast into quarters. I cringed and winced to the symphony of bones snapping, and had to close my eyes when she began feasting.

"Why don't you just suck the blood out?" I groaned.

Astrid ripped a hunk of muscle out of the deer, strings of tendons snapping and hanging from her grinning chin. "Because all the blood's on you."

I looked down at myself, and sighed. I was painted from head to toe with the deer's burst heart.

"I must say, Pet," Astrid said between mouthfuls, "you look so very beautiful like that."

"D'aw, you're making me blush."

"Perhaps I will bathe you in deer's blood, then make love to you all night beneath the full moon," she twerked her brows. "Would that be to your liking?"

"No," I grumbled, "but I'd do it for you, Astrid."