The Creators Ch. 17

JUSTINA

Ofanians weren't birds, but they did nest. These nests weren't made of straw, but of large comfortable notches in the trees. The notches were cavernous enough to house a large bed and a chest for wares and clothing, though Ofanian clothing consisted of a few assortments of togas, hardly enough to fill the large chest each woman had in her nest. Some of the chest's volume was devoted to instruments of war, but at least half of each chest was devoted to instruments of... leisure. The winged warriors of Ofan had masturbation down to a science.

"This was one I precured from a dwarven vendor," Deja said, holding a stout dildo up for display. "He told me it would best mimic the organ of a nymph male."

"Not the right curvature," I said. "That's much more like a goblin."

"Oh?" Deja mused, inspecting it. "I never pleasured myself to a goblin fantasy before."

"You'd need about a dozen more for that; they like to team up."

"Fascinating," Deja said, looking at it from a different angle. "They are such small creatures, yet they boast such impressive organs. You will have to take me to the Goblin Mines after this, so that I can test if your claim is true."

"That's a hell of a thing to hear from a valkyrie, even a sexually-liberated one."

"All in the name of science, of course," Deja smirked crookedly, and put the toy away to show off another one. "This one I got from some of the mountain men to the north. They claimed it is used as a fertility tool for their females."

"That's a butt-plug."

"It is?" Deja said, blinking at the item. "I guess that makes sense. It wouldn't be a very good fertility tool if it was blocking the front entrance. I will have to see how effective it is. Now this one..." Deja said grandly, and pulled out an oak box wrapped in satin cloth, "...this is my most prized possession. It was handed down to me from my mother, and her mother, and her mother before her."

I suspected a normal person would've guffawed at that statement, but at least in this regard, succubi and valkyries had something in common. Deja delicately unwrapped the satin cloth, and opened the oak box. She pulled out a bulbous instrument, a shaft with five pronounced bulges, each one larger than the last until the base was nearly the girth of my closed fist. Deja ran her eyes admiringly up the length of the tool, then glanced at me.

"I would very-much like to watch you use this," she said softly.

I blushed all over. "It would be an honor," I whispered, and reverently took the instrument from her hand.

BRANDON

"Ok," I said, taking a deep breath, "on the count of three, we open our eyes."

"One," Angela giggled.

"Two," I said.

"Three."

I opened my eyes, and stared at... me. Well, it wasn't quite me. The nose was a little smaller, the chin a little sharper, and the eyes were set further apart. The man before me was a bit stockier than I was, and his hair had a few more curls. It was like looking at a more handsome version of me, and it pissed me off.

"You cheated!" I growled.

"Did not!" Angela tittered like a girl, but with a deep baritone voice that put mine to shame.

I gave her a frank look, but she held her face resolutely.

"I did not cheat, Brandon! I was just born better than you in every way." She (he) looked at himself in the mirror. "Fuck, I would've been drowning in it back home!" He turned, and gave me a wicked smirk. "And you would've been the town tunnel after every underclassman ran train on you. Come over here, Brenda."

I glowered at my new twin brother, and stepped over to the mirror. The woman who looked back at me had strawberry-blonde hair that was a touch lighter than Angela's, a nose that was a bit bigger, and a jawline that was a little softer. My face was pretty, but not as dazzling as Angela's by any means, and I thanked God that the both of us weren't born female, or I would've spent my entire adolescence hating her guts. Shit, I probably would've pushed her in front of that ox cart myself.

"Well, you win this one," I grumbled.

"Obviously," Angél giggled, and put his muscled arm around me, "but hey, your ass is still better than mine. You always did have the cutest bubble-butt, and no one can take that away from you." He kissed my cheek, and I actually blushed.

"Thanks," I grumbled bashfully, suddenly feeling hot all over.

Angél chuckled in my ear. "Oh, Brenda, Brenda, Brenda... you would've been pregnant after your first period, you slut."

I sneered back at him. "And you would've been the father. Now manhandle me, you brawny stud-muffin."

Angél giggled in his masculine voice, picked me up in his strong arms, and threw me onto the bed. He apparently didn't know his strength, because I bounced right off the mattress, and summersaulted ass-over-chin into the headboard. My tits smacked me in the face, my legs flailed outward, and I flopped onto my back with a groan. Through my curtain of disheveled hair, I had an excellent view of my brother laughing uproariously at the foot of the bed. A swift kick in the balls sent him sprawling next to me, and we shared a moment of groaning in mutual pain.

"That was a bitch move," Angél growled.

"You would've done the same, dickhead," I grumbled, rubbing the back of my head. "Now are you gonna eat my pussy, or not?"

"You think I'm gonna ear your pussy after you kicked me in the..." Angél trailed off, and frowned, "...huh, I actually totally am going to still eat your pussy. What the fuck?"

"And now you understand what being a man is really like," I sneered. "Growing a dick and balls doesn't mean shit without the relentless need to plug every hole you can fit it in."

"Oh, I can't wait to leave you empty and unsatisfied," Angél growled, and rolled himself atop me. "Then you'll get the real female experience."

I smiled up at him. "You won't disappoint me."

His expression softened. "Are you ready to go to pound-town, sis?"

"Take me there, bro."

Angél dipped down, and kissed me. His stubble grazed my cheeks, his lips opened mine, and his tongue extended to placate me. I accepted him with virgin submissiveness, kissing back with trepid movements, playing into the fantasy until it became true. He smiled confidently around our embrace, accepting his masculine role, kissing me fiercely and possessively until I was moaning desperately into his mouth. When my back was arching with need, he broke the kiss, and began pathing his mouth down my body. He licked my throat, and I bowed it to accentuate the vulnerable pleasure. He grasped my breasts, and I murmured my delight. I expected him to continue, but he stopped at my chest, seemingly enraptured by the things squished in his hands.

"Wow," he whispered, rubbing my nipples with his thumbs, "I never really appreciated how awesome boobs are."

"They're pretty great," I giggled, and snaked my hands into his hair. "Come on now, you've got a job to do."

He flicked one nipple, and glowered at it hungrily. "I'll get back to you later."

As my brother pathed his tongue down my soft belly, I felt the heat growing between my thighs. It precluded a feeling of vacancy, something akin to a gnawing hunger that made my lower lips salivate. Angél knew very well the sensations I was feeling, for he took his sweet time teasing me. He caressed my inner-thighs back and forth, each stroke nearing my center before retreating back toward my knee. His tongue took a torturous path along my pelvis, his breath caressing the throbbing node of my clit, but never touching it. I moaned my sonorous feminine tones of need, shifted and undulated on the bed, but none of the tricks that would've worked on me worked on him. His blue eyes twinkled deviously up at me, and he continued his torture until I finally wrapped my legs around his head, and forced his face into my crotch.

His mouth smooshed into my petals, his lips formed a grin, and he parted them to extend his tongue. The tip touched my clit, and I froze, my breath catching. He upended the node with his tongue, teased it from its hood, and began drawing sensual patterns across it. I cried out. His fingers joined the party, running below his chin to caress my slit before forking my entrance open, and plunging the middle digit inside of me. I hissed, my neck striating with tension as I tried to contend with the alien pleasure radiating from my core. It was hopeless. Angél had me blubbering and squirming in mere minutes, all my equanimity thrown to the wind. He pressed his face hard into my pubis, and devoured me from the inside, watching me as I twisted and bent to his every whim until I was arching my back from the bed to expel the great surge of pleasure that had taken over me. It ballooned from my center, reached the tips of my fingers and toes, and then exploded. I exalted to the ceiling, and then collapsed onto the bed.

Angél looked up at me, his mouth filmed with my lust, a sneer on his lips. "Fucking easy."

"You're such a douchebag," I snickered, and flicked his nose. "I don't know why I'm attracted to it. Fuck, this explains a lot about my teenage years."

"Nice guys finish last," he said, and pulled my thighs apart to admire his work. "In your case, nice guys had to get a sex-change and fuck their brother to finish at all."

"Hmm, I liked your dirty-talk a lot better when you were speaking into me," I opened my legs wider, and beckoned him with a grin. "If you want to continue this conversation, I suggest we do it inside."

He stroked his impressive organ, and laid it across my pelvis to show exactly how much of me he was going to wreck. It was almost touching my navel. "Did you make yourself a virgin?" he asked me.

I nodded. "I want the whole first-time experience."

"Like the first time in a romance novel, or the first time in a snuff piece?"

"We'll start with the former, and work our way to the latter."

He beamed back at me. "I fucking love you, sis."

"I love you too, bro."

WILLOWBUD

Astrid held me in her strong embrace, lovingly pinning my arms to my sides, tenderly grasping the fat of my ass and gently spreading my cheeks. Within the intimate feathery shell of her black wings, she dominated me with devotion, pressing me against her pillowing breasts, imprisoning my body with hers as she kissed me with such adoration. Her shaft was long and thick inside of me, pushing through my most vulnerable depths, invading me and conquering me with every powerful thrust. I whimpered and groaned atop her, wiggling to test the boundless strength of her hold, delighting in the way she would not let me have even an inch of power. I needed to feel that from her; my rock, my stalwart protector. Her fangs grazed against my lips as her tongue subdued me, her fingers molded into my fat as her thumbs fondled my winking anus, and her shaft slid slickly through my gripping slit, rubbing my engorged clit, forcing me to feel the surrendering pleasure. When I blubbered and pleaded in the throes of my ascension, her pace was not compelled to quicken by my squeals; she just held me firmly in my imprisonment of love, and drove with long, powerful, torpid thrusts, her balls swinging and slapping against my quaking taint, her weapon impaling me with its methodical rhythm, stringing me out until I was sobbing in her mouth as the ecstasy built, and built, and built. I exploded in her arms with a withering cry, and succumbed to the lassitude of my orgasmic master, growing limp and small as she drove, and drove, and drove.

When the sensations ebbed from me, Astrid unfurled her wings, revealing the last fading rays of sunlight behind the silhouette of Ofan's cratered ridge. They cast golden rays on her lustrous black hair and pale flesh, giving her an aura in congruence with her luminous patterns. Though she was gentle with me, her cock stayed hard and unsated inside my hot sheath, waiting and ready for more.

"It's not fair," I whispered.

"What?" she smiled, her fangs showing.

"I've had a penis all my life, and you're so much more of a man than I ever was."

"You were quite the vicious brute when you were Night Eyes. I swore you might've even had a whisker or two back then."

"And now my balls are just for show."

"Is someone feeling emasculated?" Astrid grinned wolfishly. "I think I hear little pleas for validation."

"I was trying to maneuver my way into getting my nuts sucked, actually," I chuckled. "I sometimes miss being able to just push your head into my lap."

"Who knows what could happen with a little confidence?" she whispered, an inviting glint in her blue eyes.

I blushed a little. "I'm afraid I'm not that kind of man anymore, Astrid."

"Well," she inquired, her pupils turning dangerously reptilian, "what kind of a man are you now?"

I wrinkled my nose. "I knew it was only a matter of time before you asked me to do this."

She wrapped one strong hand around my throat, and squeezed until I was whimpering in delight. "I don't remember asking you for a fucking thing."

"God, I love you!" I squeaked.

A moment later, I was lifted from my penetrative hold. I became male for her, my balls already tight with anticipation, my cock rigid and weeping as it slid down her belly with my descent. Her raging tip pressed to my aperture, and she held me there by the throat and thigh, watching me with her wicked slit eyes. Upon trembling legs, I slowly descended, opening my anus around her throbbing head, stretching myself to the beautiful point of pain. We both gasped when my resistance popped, and gravity compelled me ever downward, making me impale myself on her reaming girth, making me feel inch after excruciating inch until my ass pillowed around her crotch, and her soft balls pressed to my tailbone.

"So," Astrid breathed huskily against my gaping lips, "this is what it feels like on the other end. Gods above, you're so tight!"

"Oh, fuck," I hissed against her chest, every part of me tense. "Oh fuck, oh, fuck, oh fuck..."

"Willowbud?" Astrid inquired softly, lifting my chin to catch my eyes. "Does it hurt?"

"Yes," I whimpered.

"In a good way?"

"Yes!" I sobbed.

Her soft expression became hard and merciless, and my throbbing cock curved upward at the sight of it. She filled one of her strong hands with my left breast, and the other with my right buttock, and she squeezed until the delicious pain made a line with the torturous reaming of my rectum.

"Dance on my pole, you pathetic twink," she whispered.

I did. As the last golden sunrays dazzled from my glistening bronze flesh, I gyrated and undulated, moving like a belly-dancer, pushing my ass into my beloved's crotch, drawing circular patterns of cum across her belly with my wobbling cock. I rose and fell, my anus sucking her with every ascension and plunging into me with every descent, the violated fleshy ring becoming a swollen puffy cuff that swallowed her whole. I sobbed and cried out with every impaling, growled and hissed with every twist of my hips, gasped and sputtered with every drive she delivered back to me. We moved in opposition, retracting slowly, colliding suddenly, grinding deeply. Her thick shaft stirred me, gaped me and outturned me, ruining me so beautifully, rubbing against my abused prostate and then moving deeper into my tightest reaches. I uncoiled around her, and she bored ever further, touching virgin flesh as she grew her organ to fill in the places she'd loosened, testing my elasticity until she was the biggest I'd ever had.

I twisted my body around on her shaft, and let her have me from behind. She grasped my breasts with both hands and held me to her, pinning my body between her buxom pillows so that she could deliver powerful drives into my undefendable center. My ass jiggled with every collision, bouncing off her, the shocks of her penetration reverberating deep into my guts, sending the violent pleasure screaming through my synapses. Mindlessly, I fucked myself upon her pole, heedlessly doing damage, gurgling and groaning in surrendered tones of pure hedonism. She moved faster now, blasting into me from below, lifting me off her lap like a doll and burying herself. My cock bounced wildly from my crotch, spewing gouts of cum from my prostate, stringing it from my balls and then whipping it upward to splash against my belly, breasts and face. I couldn't stop coming. It was continuous, building and boiling with in me, sending spasms through my loins that left me gasping. My eyes rolled into my head, my head fell back, and I simply groaned stupidly as my beloved pumped the milk right from my ass, drawing the orgasm to new heights until she herself was taken by it, and she seized me about her midsection, slammed me into her crotch, and burst into my belly with a cathartic scream.

We stayed in stasis, breathing heavily, our hot bodies joined in a slick embrace. Astrid tenderly lifted me up by the armpits, and her thick organ exited me with a shlock. In my post-orgasmic trance, I could do nothing but mindlessly crawl on the ground between her thick thighs, and worship at the altar of my destroyer. The miasma of my rectum was thick on her gleaming shaft, but in my fugue state, it smelled decadent. She gave me an inquiring look as if she didn't expect me to do it, but I just smiled back up at her, and wrapped my lips around her head. I drew down as far as I could, taking her to the back of my throat, then slurping my way up. So thick was she that my lips were stretched thin around her girth, allowing my tongue to flatten completely against her underside, and lick every wonderful bump and ridge, tasting the delightfully foul concoction of flavors. She sighed pleasantly, and ran her hands through my white hair, doting on me as I did my best. I was getting better, but I was still very far from the skilled swallower of my paramour. To make up the difference, I cradled her heavy balls and pushed a finger into her tight pink aperture, and with my dexterous motions and sensual consumption, I victoriously compelled a torpid flow of lava from her apex. I churned it to froth in my mouth, then climbed the voluptuous mountain of her body, and kissed her deeply. She grinned around our joined mouths, then hoisted me up so that my legs draped over her shoulders. With my cock pressed helplessly against the huntress's face, she showed me her mastery with her lips, fangs, tongue and throat, and brought me to heaven once more.

Hours later, I nestled into her bosom, suckling upon her nipple as she shielded me from the world with her great black wings. Her patterns were brighter than normal this night, and strobed with a higher frequency, revealing my anxiety.

"You need to sleep," she muttered, stroking my hair.

"Thanks for the advice," I grumbled, and restlessly repositioned myself in her arms.

"I know what can help," she whispered, sliding her fingers through my crack.

"It won't help," I sighed. "Every time I close my eyes, I'm wide awake again."

She kissed my brow. "Worrying doesn't take the problems of tomorrow away; it takes away the strength of today."

"Oh, then I guess I'll just stop worrying then," I snarled, and rolled in her arms, trying to find a comfortable position. "Fuck it, this is hopeless."

I wrestled myself out of Astrid's cradling hold, and marched over to the lake. The waters of Ofan's caldera were pristine and still this late in the night, shimmering with the pale moon. I selected a rock from the shoreline, shaped it into a disk, and hurled it at an unseen target across the lake. Instead of striking the stone of Julia's effigy, the sound of a tree being felled echoed across the still waters.

"Willowbud—"

"Don't," I hissed, "I'm not sleeping tonight. I'm gonna keep throwing these fucking rocks until I can hit her without seeing her."