The Creators

Chapter Eight: Sister

JUSTINA

The smell of last night's sex wafted into my nose as the dawn light shined into my eye. I took a deep inhale, and smiled. Bodies pressed all around me, warm and expanding with breath, the smooth flesh of five hues sprawled on an oversized bed. Brandon's body encased Willowbud's, while I laid in my nightly nest of Astrid and Mom, nestled between their naked curves, resting my head between Astrid's pillowing breasts as her wings blanketed us. It felt like a family; Mom being my mom, of course, and Willowbud was already my cousin, but Astrid was like a protective older sister to me, and Brandon, my aloof brother. The only person missing was the one I'd been closest to; the one who used to live in my head.

Once Willowbud learned what Angela was, she could see the Life Giver's ethereal sister through Corruption's eyes, and it was not a sight she could bear. To Willowbud, Angela represented her only competition for Brandon, so, in exchange for my freedom, Brandon had tearfully exiled Angela from our makeshift family. It was like a part of me had been ripped out. My head felt quiet, my musings went unanswered, my soul was missing some crucial piece. Angela and I had shared every thought, emotion and sensation from two perspectives. It had been more than intimacy; it had been coexistence, and now that she was gone, I felt hollow. My mind had been freed, but it also had been emptied.

Since I was liberated, Mom and I had no reason to stay with Willowbud, but we didn't leave. We had a litany of excuses as to why; our duty to Brandon, helping Astrid with her (now almost totally forgotten) mission to rescue Willowbud from Corruption, and Mom's blossoming fighting career, but we both knew the

real

reason we stayed. The sex was too good. No one fucked quite like a god, and here were two of them residing in the busiest brothel of the largest city in the world; it was like succubus heaven, so what were we to do? We just ignored the devil that lurked within Willowbud's mind, hoping that the silent sixth member of our family would remain sedated with Brandon's affection.

"Willowbud," Brandon's voice whispered, his eyes still closed, "are you awake?"

"I can tell you are," Willowbud smiled sleepily, shimmying her hips into her lover's crotch.

"It's Tuesday."

"Do you have to?" she groaned, trying to dissuade Brandon by grinding her ass deeper.

"You can come with if you want."

"I liked that cunt better when there was a hole in her chest," Willowbud grumbled. "When you reach a similar sentiment, I'll gladly come along, and we'll make a date of it."

"I can only give the shared miracle of life, to take what has been bestowed—"

"Don't start that shit again!" Willowbud growled as Brandon chuckled. "Fuck the Creator's Codes, and fuck Gloria for teaching them to you! You and Astrid should run along to Iona where they paddle your ass for using the wrong fork, then see how a life codes suits you."

"You don't need an excuse to paddle my ass, Mistress," Astrid groaned sleepily, rolling on her back and revealing a body I wouldn't have recognized two weeks ago. Her braided blonde hair was shorn near to the scalp on the sides, her nipples and labia were pierced, and her skin was a canvas of dark ink. She had protested greatly over the first tattoo, the one written across her lower back that read, 'Mistress's Entrance' with an arrow pointing downward. The other twenty, she'd gotten on her own. It seemed that once Astrid broke an oath (or was forced to), she went full-bore, and now she was covered from foot to chin in a display of artistry that contoured to her every curve, leaving only her face, breasts and butt bare. Her physical metamorphosis reflected her spiritual change, which had been like watching an angel fall. It was a privilege to witness her descent.

"I'll tell you what," Brandon purred into his girlfriend's ear, pulling her white hair behind an ivory, ram-like horn, "if you let me in back here, I'll skip today's lesson."

"Hmm, tempting," Willowbud smiled impishly, her green irises cornering her black sclera, "but no. That deal stands as it is. You only get to fuck my ass if I get to fuck yours."

"Are you sure you want to go down that path?" Brandon chuckled, "What if it awakens something in me? What if I realize that I've been batting from the wrong side of the plate this whole time?"

"It's a feminine penis."

"That's an oxymoron."

"You're an oxymoron."

"I didn't know I was dating a fourth grader," Brandon smiled, connecting eyes with Willowbud as she craned her neck. He sighed, worked his jaw a little, and then said, "Fine, but it never leaves this room."

"You serious?" Willowbud asked, eyebrow raised.

"Yeah," Brandon grinned. Their lips connected and opened, tongues wrapping and eyes closing. They parted with mutual lust in their gaze, a string of saliva glinting between them.

"After class, meet me at the spa," Willowbud whispered, drawing a finger through their oral bridge.

"Why?"

"To get our assholes bleached, of course! We're not barbarians, are we?"

BRANDON

It felt like I was walking a tightrope with the world on my back. Did I like Willowbud? Yeah, I liked her; hell, I

really

liked her, but was I in love with her? Maaaaaaybe...? I didn't know what 'being in love' even was, but I did know that if I didn't keep the Sentient-melded Earth Former happy, all hell would break loose.

I looked over my shoulder as I unlocked Gloria's door, and then slammed it shut the moment I entered. Gloria had been gone for two weeks. The moment she heard that Willowbud knew she was alive, the ancient vampire packed her shit, and left. Through a torrent of departing comments like, 'you fucking dumbass,' and 'your dick is not a life coach,' I managed to convince Gloria to give me her housekeys so that I could use her home during her absence, and do the things my girlfriend could never know about. Where I could perform what the Earth Former might consider infidelity.

"Brandon?" Angela asked, floating from the corner of the room. I felt butterflies every time I saw her now, and I swore they only got worse each time I did.

"Hey, Angela," I smiled, locking the door behind me, "are you doing alright?"

"Oh, I'm doing just fine," Angela snorted. "I'm stuck inside an empty house with only spiders and that fucking fox to keep my company."

"His name is Red Rocket, and he is an absolute delight," I grinned back at her as I reached into my coat pocket, and pulled out a pound of bacon for the fox.

"Well, he isn't much for conversation," Angela huffed, "and I'm a natural extrovert, Brandon; I need the social life to keep my edge."

"I don't know what that even means," I chuckled, "and I don't think you do either."

I walked to the back of Gloria's room, and sifted through a pile of heavy boxes until I found what I was looking for. I grunted as I pulled the coffin from behind the litter, and dragged the unwieldy box to the center of the room. This thing was getting heavier by the day.

"When's Gloria coming back?" Angela asked. "I don't care if she can't see or hear me, just having a person here would make all the difference."

"Gloria's going to be gone for a while," I grimaced.

"Does Justina ask about me?" Angela asked, a touch of sadness in her voice.

"All the time," I said, thumbing the combination lock, "but I can't tell her anything, Angela, for her own sake. If I told them, and Willowbud found out they knew..."

The mechanism clicked into place, and I opened the coffin lid. Creating plants and animals was easy for me, but an actual person was an entirely different story. I thought I could think Angela's body into existence like anything else, but it was not the case. I'd been making her piece by piece for two weeks, stealing what little time I could without making Willowbud suspicious. As of now, the project was an absolute horror-show, but I was making steady progress. Today, we started on the digestive system.

"You know what I miss the most about having a body?" Angela said as I began my work on the esophageal tube.

"What?"

"Taking a huge shit," Angela replied wistfully, "just sitting down, feeling the porcelain on your ass, and letting loose. The pressure blowing out your sphincter, the oddly-satisfying smell of your own refuse, the decompression in your gut as you—"

"Stop!" I yelled, holding up a hand. "Just, stop. Please."

"I was just trying to get you in the right mindset," Angela sniggered, "you will be making me a new butthole today."

"And if you want to keep your new butthole, it'll have to be appealing enough for me to want to lick it."

"Would you really do that for me?" Angela asked, batting her eyelashes with sarcastic adoration.

"Yes, Angela," I smiled at her, "when this is all done, I am going to eat the absolute shit out of your butthole."

"You wanna... you wanna rephrase that one?" Angela giggled, covering face.

I leaned forward, levelling my eyes with hers until our irises were inches apart. I gave her the most exaggerated expression of lechery I could muster, licked my lips, and whispered, "No."

Angela burst into uncontrollable fits of laughter, and I chuckled along with her as I got back to work. When I told her what we'd have to do to bind her new body, I'd expected her to be as averse to the idea as I'd been at first. She was not. I guessed years of catching me masturbating had warped her sexuality; either that, or she'd been spending way too much time inside the mind of a succubus. Now that she was out of Justina, Angela showed no signs of sexual interest. Maybe it was because she'd never done the acts herself, and didn't understand the ramifications of them. She didn't know what it meant to physically want someone, and I didn't know what it meant to be in love, but what we shared was something few people did. We'd been with each other since the beginning, after all, even before birth, and no bond is stronger than the one formed in the womb.

TERA

I waited until Willowbud was gone before I made my move. I shuffled quietly down the stairs, listening carefully as I cringed with each creaking footfall. The soft moans of Justina's morning masturbation alerted me to her whereabouts, but it didn't sound like Astrid had joined her yet. I took another cautious step, narrowing my eyes, trying to figure out where the valkyrie was.

"Where are you off to?" her voice said from beside me. I jolted with a yelp, undoubtedly looking as guilty as could be.

"Breakfast!" I practically yelled, and then added before Astrid could inquire further, "where did Willowbud go?"

Astrid shrugged, "Mistress said she needed to make preparations for the championship fight," then narrowed her eyes, "which we are supposed to be promoting in three hours."

"And I wouldn't miss it for the world," I flashed a dazzling smile. "I'll only be gone for an hour."

Astrid looked expectantly at me. The two of us had become more than friends over the past month, and she was undoubtedly wondering why she wasn't invited for breakfast.

"Do you want to come? It's a new vegan restaurant on—"

"No, thank you," Astrid scoffed, walking away and muttering to herself. I knew that would work. I donned a coat, unhappy with the amount of flesh I was forced to conceal, and made my way onto the brothel district's busy streets. I took two lefts and a right, jumped the compound wall, and was at my old safehouse. I hadn't used the thing for century, and it was in rough shape to say the least, but it worked in a pinch, and my dearest twin sister and her valkyrie friend had put me in quite the fucking pinch last night. I unlocked the door, and slammed it behind me.

"Master?" two lustful voices cooed hopefully from the darkness. I pulled a rope, and the sunroof light illuminated my slaves. Though she looked to be barely past her teens, Flora's tight skin had greened with the centuries, her ram-like horns had overgrown, and her once-platinum hair was now a deep turquois. She was ancient, as ancient as I was, anyway, but retained the girlish features she'd passed on to her daughter; full cheeks dotted with dimples, full lips outlining a small mouth, and eyes almost too big for her face. She wriggled in her binds, arms tied behind her back, feet shackled to the floor, trying to get my attention with hope in her now-violet eyes. I turned that attention to my other captive.

Now that I had a good look at her, Flora's companion was instantly recognizable. That woman couldn't be anyone but Freydis Skyborne, High Guard of Iona, and Astrid's mother. She was arching her back from the wall, her hands clasped in shackles above her head, her tongue running over needy lips as she eye-fucked me with my violet irises. I had just barely gotten a hold of her before she barged through the front door of the Screeching Siren, and the bruise that smarted from my ribs was a reminder of how much power she had behind her punch. Had I not been on the porch last night, and smelled Flora's familiar scent before the two arrived, god only knows what would've happened. I had a good idea of why both women were here, but I needed details. I knelt before my possessed twin sister.

"I always wanted you, Master, ever since I could feel such things," Flora confessed, writhing in her binds. "If they hadn't exiled you when we were fourteen, I might've fallen to the temptation. We're old women now though, and the shames of youth don't bind us. Lie with me, sister; let me see how far I can slide my tongue up your... oh."

Flora's eyes returned to their forest green, but her cheeks turned to a deep red. I might've explored that tangent a bit further, but I had more pressing concerns.

"Flora, just what in the fuck are you doing here?" I growled.

"I'm here for my daughter!" Flora snarled. "When, pray-tell, were you planning on telling me that she was alive?!"

"Around the same time that you told me she was a fucking god," I shot back. "Or maybe about the little friend that lives in her head?"

"What are you talking about?" Flora snapped.

"Don't lie to me, bitch!" I seethed, "You knew, didn't you? Willowbud thinks you kicked her out of Arbortus because of her mutation, but it was because Passion told you about Corruption, wasn't it?"

Flora stared back, that old sibling hatred brimming behind her eyes. Five centuries of separation, and we were at each other's throats once again like nothing had changed since we were preteens. We'd been with each other since the beginning, after all, even before birth, and no hatred is stronger than the one formed in the womb.

"Yes," she finally said, "I did what I had to. Passion gave me three days to exile her, or she'd tell the other matriarchs. They would have killed her, Tera." Flora sniffled, her eyes glistening. "I know I wasn't a good mother to her, but I tried to do what was best. When I heard her ship had been lost, it was like my whole future had been lost with it. Then Elmsun went after her and he wound up dead, and now..." Flora looked up at me, desperation on her face. "Tera, she's alive! My daughter is alive! You have to let me see her!"

"Flora," I sighed, "you can't see Willowbud, because there is no 'Willowbud.' It's just Night Eyes now."

"She's not too far gone," Flora insisted fervently, "if you take me to her, I can—"

"No."

"Corruption doesn't have her wholly!" Flora struggled against the binds. "I can still save her! If you just—"

"She'll kill you," I said coldly. "She'll kill you badly, Flora. She'll make it slow, and she'll make me watch, because that's who your daughter is now. She's gone."

Flora stopped struggling, her eyes leveling with mine. The horror began to creep into her face, the realization, the implications of what it meant, but then it vanished, and the denial replaced it, and the familiar hatred scuttled soon after.

"You lie!" Flora hissed. "You always were a liar,

Death Kiss!

What, did you think we wouldn't find out about you? Did you think you could hide your—"

"I didn't care," I replied, voice still cold. "Once I was exiled, that was that. I buried Arbortus and all memory of friends, family, and home, and I started again, because what else could I do? You mean nothing to me, Flora, so don't think for a second that I'll lie to you; you're not worth the effort. Now, why are you traveling with Freydis Skyborne?"

Flora glared back at me, pine-green eyes narrowing in contempt. I smirked, and ran single finger along her cheek, poking the cute dimple at its center.

"If I have to enslave you to get my answers, I'll do things to you, sister," I whispered, running my hand down her neck, down her arm, between her legs, "of course," I smiled into her changing eyes, "if that's what you want..."

"We were traveling with the Heat Bringer!" Flora gasped, her eyes fading back to green, her thighs grinding together about my hand, my fingertips warm from the heat radiating from her lust. I stopped, processing the information, searching Flora's face for deception.

"Bullshit," I growled, and pushed my fingers inside. I felt her soft wet heat give way to me, her petals open for me, dripping their nectar onto my palm as I turned it upright and curled my digits. Flora's back straightened, her legs tensed, her petite breasts shot forward as she growled her reluctant pleasure. She fought me though, fought me admirably. Her eyes flashed different colors, but never settled on one.

"I'm telling you the truth!" Flora cried, unable to stop the moan from seeping through her words. Her face was flushed now, sweat glistening from her green canvas, neck striated with tension as her aqua lips peeled to reveal gritted teeth. "I used Astrid's plight to make Freydis abandon our retinue! I knew I had to get to Drastin before Sister Julia did!"

"Why?" My fingers pressed against the ribbed spot within her, grinding mercilessly as the thumb danced expertly over her clit, engorging the feminine organ to a red bead. Flora began bucking her hips, seeming to throw a tantrum in her lust, unable to cope with the pleasure that was taking her, that was coercing words she didn't want to speak.

"I'll only tell Willowbud!" Flora screamed. "You won't get a word from me, you slut!"

"Oh, I will, sister..." I hissed, my snake's tongue slithering from my lips. "Your tongue was always meant for talk, after all; that's why they made you a matriarch. Do you want to see what my tongue can do? I know you're curious; I can feel just how curious you are down here."

I dipped my face into Flora's crotch, parting her trembling legs with my withdrawing hand. My upper lip wrapped around her clit as my tongue pushed through her flushed labia, tasting the oozing need that wetted her. She was delicious. Flora's voice sung above me as she thrashed and squealed, her legs locking together around my head, trying to decapitate me in her passion. Back and forth, back and forth; my tongue ran the length of her ceiling, long enough to touch her cervix before coming back to her ribbed button, and pressing, prodding, flicking, finding the combination that would unlock her. My sullied fingers slid down my sister's taint, still wet with her secretion, and found her sinful aperture. Flora screamed her objection, and I penetrated her with two fingers, causing her head to fling back, causing her pelvis to shoot forward, her body betraying her, gratefully dancing for my vile favor. In and out, in and out. I exited her anus with each pull, and then pressed my fingertips to her twitching rim, and pushed in again, making her feel the penetration over and over, overloading the nerves that sealed her exit. My tongue tasted her surrender, my lips kissed her defeat. She shuddered, bucked her hips, screamed, and came. She came in a rectum-convulsing, pussy-spasming torrent of release that flooded my mouth with her gratitude, and trapped my fingers in her coiling embrace. She exalted like I'd just shown her heaven, and I wondered how long it had been since Flora had last felt release. Judging by the violence of her reaction, I'd say it must have been years.