The Creators Ch. 16

Oh, she was cruel. She first started with Arya's little anus, spreading it with her thumbs so that she could lather the rim, then dip her tongue deep. Arya screamed a muffled orgasm after a mere minute of anal pleasure, but Astrid was far from done. Keeping her eyes fixed on Bianca, she pushed two fingers from each hand into her daughter's ass and spread it to expose the pink within. With her grip secured against the teenage anal walls, she licked her way to Arya's blushing moist pussy, and began to feast. The sounds that came from Arya were guttural and deep, emanating from between the press of Astrid's muscular thighs as she tried in vain to retaliate. Though I could see the twitches of pleasure moving up Astrid's abdomen, she was far from deterred. She orally tormented Ayra's flower until the teenager's back was flexing wildly in pleasure. With a stifled squeal, Arya blasted her urine-filled orgasm across Astrid's face. The Bound One licked her lips and sneered at Bianca. Perhaps Bianca was incensed by the desecration of her daughter, I could not know, but I did know that whatever surface emotion she displayed could not hide the raging arousal she expressed inside of me.

"So easy," Astrid mocked Bianca and took Arya by the hair. "Come little sparrow; you're going to watch me break your mommy."

I squatted off Bianca, groaning as I felt her vacate me.

"Any advice?" she whispered as she climbed to her feet. "She must have a weakness."

I just shook my head with a smile. "She was trained by Tera Autumnsong in a Drastin brothel."

"You and your sister have trained me." Bianca assessed her challenger. "We shall see who was the better student."

"It's really the teacher that matters," Astrid sneered with Bianca's daughter crawling beside her like a dog. "And frankly, Bianca, I don't think you and I have been taking the same classes. Brandon's obviously been quite easy on you."

"My god knows how to respect his followers."

"Mine didn't," Astrid giggled and dropped into a crawl. She stalked her challenger like a feline, licking her blood-red lips as her blue eyes gleamed with the reflection of Bianca's cock. Bianca wisely slid into a similar crawl, not giving Astrid's mouth a chance to work its magic. The two valkyries circled each other for a moment, their wings held tight above their arching bodies, displaying all the succulent curves and swaths of enticing muscle. Astrid made the first move. She leapt upon Bianca, but Bianca was ready for it. She opened up her hips and absorbed Astrid's momentum, allowing them to roll upon each other until Bianca was on top. She pinned Astrid's shoulders into the floor, and with a violent thrust, she pierced Astrid deep between her legs. Astrid cried out, her back arched from the floor, her chin tilted and her neck bowed to give rise to the hedonistic growl that followed her exclamation. Bianca didn't give her a chance to recover. She planted her feet, hoisted Astrid's pelvis up until it was in line with her face below, and she began to fuck her into the floor.

"Oh my gods!" Astrid whimpered, emanating a tone of true weakness for the first time that night. Bianca pressed her advantage and spread Astrid's legs wide, making her do vertical splits in the air so that she could have unfettered access to the vulnerable slit she now violated. She plunged like a piston, driving with such force that I could see the reverberations of jiggling fat down Astrid's supple flank. Astrid endured the punishment for minutes, her eyes wet with her ecstatic sobs, her mouth begging with words of abasement to encourage the assault. Bianca never relented, but I could see the signs of her spiritual fatigue. As she made Astrid's hole weak with pleasure, her own organ was pulsing and throbbing, struggling to endure the ceaseless grip of Astrid's tight netherlips, the squelching squeeze of her hot insides snugly sucking her with every drive.

"You feel that, Astrid?" Bianca growled. "You feel my cock breaking in your slutty little cunt?"

"It feels so good!" Astrid professed with a whine.

"Why don't you come for me?" Bianca snarled, planting her foot beside Astrid's head and folding the valkyrie in half with her thrusts. "Show us all your true colors, and come for this big black cock."

"I'm so close!"

"Just let go," Bianca drove until she was planking atop Astrid, her hips moving violently behind her to deliver each damaging thrust, "come for me, little bird. Beg for it like I know you want to."

"Please make me come!" Astrid cried, and locked her legs around Bianca's waist. "Make me come, make me come, make me come!" Astrid grinned up at her attacker, twisted her muscular abdomen, and spun them violently over. Bianca landed on her back, and Astrid straddled her, grinding her hips, pushing her pelvis down, undulating with such dramatic arcs that her whole body moved with the wave. "Make me come, Bianca," she growled. "Make me come with your big black cock. Make me come, you fucking cow, and give me your milk!"

"Astrid!" Bianca gasped.

"That's not what you call me," Astrid giggled, pressing their bodies together, squishing their ballooning breasts, and conforming their tummies. "I'm Angel. I cut my teeth by getting gang-raped in the brothels of Drastin until I loved it. I've seduced gods and succubi alike, but you, my dearest opponent, are just a woman, no matter how much you pretend to be a man."

Astrid reached behind her and pushed her fingers into Bianca's feminine hole. Like a puppeteer, she compelled Bianca's hips from the inside, soliciting thrust after powerful thrust, each one lifting Astrid from the floor, driving deep, pushing against her womb, and filling her stretched insides with the great volume only Bianca could deliver. Bianca was enslaved with the pleasure, enraptured by the domination, rendered to nothing but a tool for the hedonism of the predator atop her. Astrid fed gluttonously, biting Bianca's neck and sucking of her life as her womanly mouth swallowed the beastly meal driven between her clenching white thighs. Bianca bowed her throat to give access to Astrid's vampirism, arched her back to offer her body, opened her legs to welcome the squelching invasion of Astrid's twisting fingers which did such terrible, beautiful things to her.

In a final act of humiliation, Astrid grabbed Bianca's daughter by the hair and forced her youthful face into the crevice of her jiggling cheeks. Arya dutifully ate from Astrid's gaping anus as her mother was consumed both inside and out. Bianca endured the lust for an admirable time, but her fate was sealed. With a surrendering cry, she thrust one last time into Astrid's slit and came on command. Astrid reared back her head and roared to the ceiling, her pelvis tensing with the ecstasy that coursed through her. She reached back and pressed the daughter of her enemy into the crack of her ass, and savored the residual anal pleasure as she decelerated from orgasm, her chest heaving with satiated breaths. When she recovered, she looked down at her conquest. Bianca was staring back at her with wondrous eyes filled with submission, her lips poised into a submissive smile.

"You are the victor," she croaked, her voice spent.

Astrid sneered back at her. "You know I'm gonna rub it in your face, right?"

Bianca's weak smile broadened. "I hoped you would."

Astrid turned her eyes on me.

ANGELA

It took me a while to find the willpower to free myself from the lustful prison of Gloria Titus. Actually, I never found the willpower. I gave her everything, and eventually, she let me go. She rode me until I'd filled her ass with so much cum that it slopped from her with every slap of her fat ass against my crotch, then she sucked me clean, put my cock into her cunt, and repeated the exercise. After satiating herself with my masculine side, she took her time indulging in my weaker sexuality. She ate my ass, she ate my pussy, then she joined our feminine flowers, locked our legs together, and dominated me from atop until I could no longer function as a human.

Only when I was left so brainless that language became a struggle, did she perform her final act of possession, and inject me with her transforming venom. Being a shapeshifter meant that I already had access to vampiric powers, but nothing prepared me for the three-thousand-year-old vintage of ecstasy Gloria poured into my throat. I wept with the exhilaration of it, and opened my heart to her, becoming in truth, her daughter. I guessed incest was always my weakness. My hair became black, my incisors became fangs, and my body was infused with adrenaline and power. When I opened my eyes, my vision was veiled red, and I could see clearly through Gloria's porcelain flesh like it was paper-thin, exposing all the delicious veins and arteries she had pumping through her.

"Now, my little mosquito, you are ready," she whispered lovingly, looking down upon me like I was her child.

"For what?" I hissed back, my voice sounding more like a serpent's than a human's, layered with undertones of seduction that far surpassed my brief (albeit extensive) sexual history.

Gloria looked over her shoulder. Astrid Skyborne had her fangs embedded in my brother's open mouth and was riding him with passes of her hips that were so sinuous that the poor idiot was left staring into her eyes with an expression of worship that bordered dangerously close to love. I couldn't feel what he was feeling, but the illumination of my patterns bespoke his paradisial pleasure.

"My prodigal daughter is making meat of your precious brother," Gloria chuckled, then turned back to me. "Are you going to let your new big sister take him from you?"

"I'm not possessive."

Gloria laughed.

"No seriously, we have an open..." I frowned at the sight of my blood-sister exchanging tongues with Brandon, "...relationship... That fucking bitch! Come on, Mommy, let's go fuck that whore to death!"

Gloria tittered musically. "I'm afraid I've already sampled that dish. After feasting so much on you, I find myself in the mood for..." her greedy red eyes scanned the room, "...dark meat. Best of luck to you, Angela. I'll be watching; I do so love seeing my babies fight."

As my new mother made her way to the pile of felled Ofanians, I made my way to my new sister. She saw me coming from halfway across the room, and she winked at me teasingly as she clamped her thighs around my brother's waist, and coerced a pathetic moan from his lips.

"I don't remember him being so easy," she sneered back at me.

"I don't remember you being such a bitch," I snarled.

She grinned at me. "Your memory's pretty shit, Bound One."

With lightning speed, I shot behind her, filled one of my hands with her ass, and the other with her throat.

She just giggled and drove her pelvis down, consuming Brandon to the balls and sending his head reeling back to utter a defeated groan.

"There, there, baby-boy," Astrid cooed as she stroked his hair, "I've got you now. You belong to me." Heedless of my choking hand, she dipped forward to whisper into his ear so that I could hear, "Just wait until I get my mouth around you, Brandon. You'll forget you even had a sister."

"Oh... fuck..." Brandon moaned. "I'm sorry, Angela... her tight little wet pussy is just so good."

It was at that moment that all the rage left me, and I rolled my eyes to the ceiling. "Holy shit, you suck, Brandon."

"What are you talking about?" Brandon muttered. "Who even are you?"

"Astrid, the jig's up," I sighed, and patted her plump rump. "I've lost all immersion."

She pouted her lips over her shoulder. "But I wanted a sexy Bound One fuck-off."

"Maybe we could've if the divine dipshit over here could write himself a script worthy of a preschool play."

"She's corrupting me with her super snatch! I've become her slave! Oh crap, this is bad! I'm falling in love with her!"

Astrid let out a sigh. "Brandon, if your dick wasn't holy, I would be as dry as the Gratoran Desert right now. You can stop."

Brandon scowled back at her. "You promised me you could make her jealous."

"I tried my best, but then you opened your mouth."

"If you wanted two women to compete for your dick, I'd suggest you ask literally anyone else besides the one who owns it."

"Is that so?!" Brandon growled indignantly at me.

"I just lease it out. I'm a generous dick-lender."

"I know one way to make you jealous." Brandon grinned and drew his eyes to Willowbud, who was sulking in the corner with a drink in her hand.

Astrid frowned at her beloved. "I thought she'd join in by now."

"She's fine right where she is," I said tightly.

Astrid turned her frown on me. "You blame her too much."

"I think I dished out just the right amount of blame."

Hey, Angela! Brandon growled in my head. Remember that we need them, stupid!

I glowered at Brandon, then looked back at Astrid, and donned a sexy congenial smile. "But then again, I'm a world-class bitch."

Astrid offered a reconciliatory smirk. "You're in good company then."

I slid myself against Astrid, my vampiric motions unnaturally sinuous, my body entwining like a snake with hers until my cock was pressed between her plump cheeks, and my mouth was hovering a breath from her moist red lips.

"You know," I whispered huskily, "ever since I saw you getting publicly ravaged in the screeching siren, there was some evil little part of me that wanted to know what you tasted like."

"You've tasted me many times," Astrid hissed back, painting my lips with her tongue, leaving electricity in her wake. Oh, she was good. I would've stood no chance in the Bound One fuck-off.

"Not with this mouth, Astrid," I breathed. "Not with this tongue. Not with these teeth."

Our lips opened upon each other. Her tongue slithered into my mouth, and mine entangled with hers, dancing together in a serpentine joining, alighting the nerves that signaled the lust deep in our loins. Her fangs pierced my lips, and mine did hers, and as we injected our intoxicating venom, our eyes connected beneath half-drawn lids, displaying the slit pupils pulsing with the adrenaline of desire. Our hands moved upon each other, feeling breasts and nipples, pinching and squeezing, then running along the pert nodes to traverse the swaths of our bellies. She reached behind herself to spread her succulent pale cheeks, and I reached between them to guide my cock into her tight exit.

"How does it feel?" I asked against her mouth as she moaned in pleasure. "Having my cock stretch your ass and pulse right next to my brother's?"

"So fucking good," she grinned around my lips.

"I can feel your insides squeezing around me," I whispered heatedly. "Hugging me so close, begging me to go deeper." I pushed in inch after inch. "Swallowing me in," I pressed my balls against my brother's, "sucking me down into your sweet stinking insides. You love to get fucked in both your holes, don't you?"

"Yes!" she whined, pressing her delicious fat around me, encasing me.

"A brother and sister inside of you, pressing into those tender spots so deep." I kissed her bowed throat. "Piercing you in places you should never feel such pleasure, but you're a different breed, Astrid. You're like me. Bound One. Slut. Whore. Such a bad, bad girl."

"Such a bad girl," she echoed, her blue eyes looking back at me with such need.

I gently wrapped one hand around her throat, and the other, I used to fondle her swaying full breasts. "You want to get what bad girls deserve."

"Are you gonna give it to me?"

"I'm going to give you all of it!" I hissed, licking the side of her face, then turning toward Brandon. "See, bro; that's how you talk dirty."

"He's so hard inside of me!" Astrid moaned. "Oh Great Creators, nobody fucks like a god!"

"In case you didn't understand the 'subtle' hint, Brandon," I sneered at him beside Astrid, "that's your cue."

Working in synchrony in the way only twins can manage, my brother and I thrust as one, pulling to our tips and pushing in, filling the gripping tender insides of Astrid Skyborne. Her rectum seized around me like a vice, her back arched to navigate the overload of traffic running to her synapses, and she clamped down on my brother, sucking him for every inch, making him press against me so that our cocks throbbed together between the thin membrane of delicious flesh that separated us. We kissed over Astrid's shoulder, our minds entwining with our tongues, delivering the messages of love and lust as we worked to bring our guest to orgasm. I daresay all of the Ofanians combined could not provide the pleasure we forced into Astrid, and to her credit, her sheathing insides surpassed them all for our own ecstasy. Heaving together with lithe motions, my brother and I interlocked our laps and drove the valkyrie between us upward over and over, and she descended upon us with such grace, swallowing us down, bringing us together, molding us into her hot wet insides until I could no longer differentiate our bodies. Brandon nursed from her breasts, and I nursed from her throat, and our muffled tones of exaltation harmonized with hers. We came inside of her, and she contracted around us, her rolling muscles kneading the nectar from our loins until we were spent. But she wasn't done.

Astrid guided me to my back beside my brother. With her expression bordering between avarice and reverence, she joined our shafts in her hand, and gaze upon their sheened lengths. Brandon shoved his hand beneath my ass to push his fingers into my holes, and I did the same to his one orifice, pleasuring it with the same fervency that he did to me, opening him as he opened me, violating him as we watched Astrid gape her mouth, and wrap her pale lips around us. She took us all the way in. Though she gagged with the effort of it, though her eyes welled with the stress of it, though her throat bulged with the stretch of it, she consumed us, and tasted the two flavors of her insides. Rolling her blue irises back in hedonism, she performed her art upon us, sloppily sucking with spit leaking from her mouth and cum dripping from her nostrils. Brandon and I kissed again, closing our eyes to savor the myriad sensations, marveling together at the skill of Astrid's mouth.

We came again, this time with less force. Our nectar poured from our shafts like lava, and as we thrust and mewled with the ecstasy of it, she cleaned us off, soaking in every last drop. Then it was our turn to please her. I took my position between her pillowing cheeks, and Brandon took his between her muscular legs, and with our mouths, we reciprocated our affections. Astrid swayed between us, arching her back and exclaiming to the ceiling, making a seat of my face and straddling my brother's. With our muzzles encompassed by her succulent pale fat, we gripped her buttocks and thighs to keep her steady and brought her to a tortuous climax that left her gasping.

When she descended between us, it seemed the Avenging Angel was finally sapped of energy. Her lids were heavy, her posture was languid, and her breathing was steady and satisfied. Between her legs, lay a flaccid organ of impressive size. It was smooth and uncircumcised, only the hint of vascularity to it. I reached down to grasp my new toy, but her hand intercepted mine.

"No," she smiled at me.

"I believe I've earned it," I smiled back.

"It's not for us, Angela," Brandon said sleepily from across the beauty between us.

I sighed and nodded. Of course.

Astrid kissed Brandon deeply, then turned and did the same to me.

"Until next time, Bound One," she smiled against my mouth.

"I better get my well-earned sloppy seconds then."

She snickered. "I will train all night to make sure I don't disappoint."