Valeria sighed a sad little sigh as she watched Richard succumb to the sedative in his drink. She was going to be twenty-one in just a few hours. Why was she still doing these stupid little heists? She should be further on in her life by now. Once Richard was good and out, she strolled around the man's apartment. The lawyer deserved to be robbed she reminded herself. He was old enough to be the father of the girls he was picking up at that bar. Herself included. Relieving him of some minor Earthly trinkets would set him right.
She couldn't wholly blame him of course. She had been out hunting as well. Her body was the perfect lure. Being young and Hispanic with gentle curves and smooth legs she found she came across as a mixture of exotic and the girl next door. She wasn't threatening. Which meant her targets let their guard down. The same was true for Richard. She wasn't really in the mood to do another heist, but something called to her. A sudden, irresistible urge to take what he had.
Her stroll ended abruptly at one of his bookcases. Sitting on a shelf was a small clay pot. It was an ugly little thing. Misshapen, as if done by a novice hand. There was no lid and looked rather chipped. No one in their right man would want it. She had to have it. She stroked it gently. It was rough, chipped but she swore she felt something move inside it. She grabbed it and shoved it into her purse with the rest of her ill-gotten gains.
She returned to the rat-infested heap she called an apartment around eleven o'clock. She dropped her bag on the couch and grabbed a beer. She plopped down on the couch herself and put her feet up on the coffee table, not even bothering to move the unfinished applications to unseal birth records. She watched the clock slowly tick away till her next birthday. There was a gentle knock on the door. Groaning she trudged over and opened it.
Normally, the sight on the other side would be a welcome one.
Candice lived across the hall though spent most nights in Valeria's apartment. Usually bound to something. Naked. For the last month Valeria had taken to hanging her upside down from a hook in her ceiling. Those nights were spent with the black girl's plump ass being licked and kissed. It was a taste Valeria found addictive.
"Not tonight."
She had never turned her down before. God, she really was in a funk.
"But...but...it's your birthday."
"Who the fuck cares?" she snapped. "I don't! I don't give a flying fuck what day it is! I don't need to celebrate my goddamn birthday! I don't need to do anything! I don't need anyone! I don't need you! We're not friends! You're just the little tart across the hall I like to fuck! I use you! And I can just toss you aside. Like I'm doing right now!"
She slammed the door in a crying Candice's face and flipped off the lights. She ripped off her clothes and threw herself into bed.
October 1st, 1960
3:00am
The clay vase melted. Deep withing the bag Valeria shoved it the small artifact bubbled and boiled, dissolving into a small puddle of shiny grey clay. The clay then began to move all on its own. It slid out of the bag like a cobra from a basket. It slid off the couch and across the floor. A predator by nature it made its way to the bed with lightning speed. Valeria lay upon it moaning in pleasure from a rather intense dream about a bound Candice.
The clay leapt from the floor onto her barefoot. The clay covered the foot before bubbling once more. Valeria kicked her foot from the strange, a slightly erotic, feeling. The mass erupted out tripling in size until it mummified the sleeping girl.
Valeria emerged from the large pool of swirling clay. No. She was not Valeria. Not anymore. No, that wasn't right. She wasn't Valeria yet. This body, naked in all its glory, was that of another woman. The woman she was created as. Those damned Kaal would not resurface for another millennia still. She had no need of resurrection just yet. This was the glory. The days so long ago and infrequently visited most had been lost to time. The endless cycles of destruction and rebirth had damaged them. What her name at this point was had been long since forgotten.
She strolled across the solid clay floor until she reached her throne. It was formed from the same material. Instead of the chair Valeria was accustomed to thrones being this one was a grand canopy bed. Naked men and women lay upon it. All wearing collars. All connected to the bed via chains. They were hers. She knew it upon seeing them. They were her slaves. Ones she loved very much. She went to jump into the pile of them and begin an orgy when a hand fell upon her shoulder.
As she turned her lips were met by those of another woman. They were gentle, loving. This woman's hands slid along her body cupping her full ass. In doing so she pressed their naked bodies closer together. The woman who would become Valeria gave into the passions of this other woman whom she somehow knew to be the Rain Goddess returning her kissing and embrace. She let her body collapse into the other goddess's with full trust and love. They were one. Then came the others. Soon the whole pantheon was involved in the bonding of bodies.
Candice tossed and turned in bed. Sleep would not come. All she got were Valeria's cruel words. Her front door unlocked. Only three people had a key. Besides herself they were her landlord and...
"Valeria?"
"Now, now, I think we're close enough for you to call me Val."
Despite herself Candice was wet at the sound of her voice. She rolled over, not wanting to see her lover's face.
"Go away."
"I am. I'm leaving tonight. I won't be back. Ever."
"You don't mean that. You're just upset. You'll be singing another tune tomorrow."
"Afraid not. I need to leave. I need to get back home."
Candice sat up. Valeria never talked about her past. She...
"Valeria?"
This woman had Valeria's voice but not her body. It did look like her but older. Maybe an extra five to ten years. Her natural beauty had been elevated to its absolute peak. She was taller now a full 6'5". Her arms and legs were longer, shapelier, more muscular while still being smooth and feminine. Her hips were equally suited for a bikini bottom as they were to be bare. Her stomach was lean, tight. Powerful abs complimented her womanly curves. Her breasts were full, heavy, and delightfully large. Her hair was now fiery read and crashed in waves over her shoulders. Her stunning, sensual face was framed by it. Her eyes burned with lust and a power that made Candice both afraid and aroused.
"I told you. Call me Val. You are the only one who can. Everyone else will call me Queen Val."
"What's going on?"
"I'll tell you once we're safely on the road."
"Road?"
Val pulled a large cardboard box into the room. She grabbed clothes from the closet and tossed them inside. Candice shot out from under the covers.
"What are you doing?"
"Packing."
"Stop that!"
She went to grab the girl but Val flicked wet clay onto her bare chest.
"Gross, what was that?!"
The clay spread over her in an instant cocooning all but her head.
"What is this?!"
"Quiet. We need to leave now."
"We?"
"Of course. If I'm going home I need to take you with me."
"You don't need me. You made that clear earlier."
"I'm sorry about that. You deserve so much better and I'm going to give it to you. That's why I'm taking you to paradise."
"Paradise? Val, what happened to you?"
She carried the box out of the apartment. Moments later she returned and tossed Candice over her shoulder. As she carried her out to the car Val stroked Candice's clay covered ass causing her to moan. She placed her in the passenger seat of her car. The clay left her body and became a ring on Val's finger. Val buckled her in, climbed into the driver's seat over her and took off. The two naked women drove for hours in silence. Finally it became too much.
"Where are we going?"
"I told you, home."
"Where is that, exactly?"
