Come with me, Corruption said.
No, I replied, resisting the comfort her touch promised.
I won’t harm you, child. Corruption said, grasping my ethereal hand in hers. Just come with me.
FUCK OFF! I yelled, ripping my hand away and receding back to Justina. Corruption looked genuinely dejected. She recoiled as if struck, and then reached out again. I swatted her hand away, and grinned at her crestfallen expression.
Please! Corruption cried, her voice baring a hint of desperation, I must know!
Na-ah, sister, I said, stubbornly situating myself inside my moaning friend, you just stay in your body, and I’ll stay in mine.
Corruption took a tentative step out of Willowbud’s body. Her eyes were fixed on me as though my existence was a magnet to her soul. She took another step forward, and for a moment, she was completely out of the nymph. Willowbud slowed her thrusts, her eyes began to lighten, her grimace began to soften. Corruption abruptly stopped, a look of sheer terror on her face. She jumped back into Willowbud, darkening the nymph’s eyes, and reforming the power-hungry expression that had faded before. The image of the astral being dwindled, and then she was gone.
BRANDON
I have to fuck my sister, to save her, the perverse reality echoed in my mind as I buried myself in the foliage I’d created. I felt familiar hands on my shoulders, and a pair of beautiful violet eyes filled my vision.
“Brandon?” Tera asked as she righted me into a seated position with my back resting on the enormous pumpkin I’d just made. “Are you alright?”
“I am not,” I said grumpily. “I am actually very far from alright. How are you?”
“I’m feeling a little vindicated, to be honest,” Tera smirked, sitting next to me and resting her head on my shoulder, “all that grief I got from you about incest, and now.…”
“Don’t,” I groaned, “just… don’t.”
Gloria stepped daintily through the garden that was once her room, avoiding the patches of soil that now covered her carpet and crinkling her nose at the dead raccoon-squirrel I had accidentally created. She sat cross-legged across from me in a bed of orchids, leveled her red eyes on me, and bowed her head in respect.
“Your Holiness,” she uttered with some reverence, “I’m honored to have you in my home.”
“Oh, now it’s ‘Your Holiness,’ huh?” I scoffed, feeling very bitter about my situation. “Just a few minutes ago I was a hillbilly from a shithole.”
“You still are,” Gloria said, her blood-red lips quirking in a slight smirk, “you’re just a holy hillbilly from a shithole.”
“Gloria’s a Creationist,” Tera said from my shoulder, “and she’s one of the only people alive to have actually known past Creators. She will be a valuable ally to you.”
“I knew Droktin, the last Earth Former, Furok, the last Life Giver, and Arbitrus Gen, the last Heat Bringer,” Gloria said, “I knew Furok especially well, as his brother and I were lovers once.”
“You were lovers with Wrath?” Tera asked.
“Yes,” Gloria said, her face falling into an expression of melancholy, “Halok was a great man in his time. Watching him degrade after Furok passed was… difficult to say the least. It is not a fate I’d wish on my worst enemy, which is why it is imperative that you bind with your sister.”
“Can’t we just…” I said, searching vainly for a way out of doing what Gloria said I had to do, “…is there any other way I can make sure Angela doesn’t become Sentient?”
“Does your sister by chance have an all-consuming obsession with something? Because there is a method called tethering, but it requires the soul to identify with a very specific idea.”
“No,” I grumbled, “Angela’s only hobby is making fun of me while I jerk it. Did Furok… I don’t know… trying anything else?”
“Furok tried everything,” Gloria said, shaking her head, “he worked for the last fifty years of his life to find a way to make Halok mortal, but he couldn’t. He even tried lying with him, and that didn’t work. The sex isn’t enough to seal the bind; there has to be love—romantic love—for a bind to seal.”
“Well, that’s not going to happen,” I mumbled, “Angela’s doomed.”
“Are you sure?” Gloria said, “Because—”
“Not! Gonna! Happen!” I yelled, and then slouched against the pumpkin. Tera pet my head consolingly as Gloria studied me, her lips pursed and her finger drumming on her knee.
“I have a method, Your Holiness,” Gloria finally said, “of making someone receptive to an idea they otherwise might find… distasteful.”
“I don’t need any more crazy bitches trying to fuck with my head, thank you very much,” I replied curtly.
“Any more?” Gloria smiled. “Did Tera try to enslave you?”
“I did,” Tera murmured, running her hand down the back of my head and massaging my neck, “it obviously didn’t work.”
“It didn’t work on me, either,” Gloria chuckled. “For a famous seductress, you certainly have some prominent failures. My method, however, has never failed.”
“And what method is that, Gloria?” Tera asked lazily, her body splayed in her naturally seductive state, her thick bronze thighs sneaking from beneath the hem of her cloak.
“Come here,” Gloria smiled, beckoning the succubus with a suggestive finger, “and I’ll show you.”
“Hey!” I yelled. “Didn’t I just say I’m not letting you mess with my head?”
“Who said anything about you?” Gloria smiled innocently. “It’s Tera I asked for.”
Tera shifted fluidly beside me, drawing herself to her hands and knees and crawling lasciviously to the awaiting vampire. Gloria spread her legs, her skirt sliding past her thighs, showing me that she wasn’t wearing underwear, and that she was bald below the eyebrows. I averted my gaze, but not in time to avoid her red glare twinkling with a knowing smile. Tera made a move to straddle the vampire, but Gloria stopped her with an extended hand. She placed her palm on Tera’s collar, and pulled the cloak to the side, shifting its neckline until it exposed Tera’s neck, shoulder, and upper back.
“Feeling thirsty, Gloria?” Tera smiled, turning so that she faced me, and seating herself in the vampire’s lap. “I’ve heard my kind is considered quite the delicacy amongst vampires.”
“I guess you could say that,” Gloria hummed softly, pulling Tera’s wavy black hair to the side, leaving her naked and vulnerable along the elegant bow of her tan neck. “We consider your kind to be more of a narcotic than anything. Every vampire orgy has at least one sacrificial succubus to keep guests in the mood.”
Gloria eyed the veins in Tera’s throat, tracing a covetous finger down their blue lengths. She tilted Tera’s head to the side, planted her full red lips on her neck, and bit. Tera whimpered, her eyes closed blissfully, her chest swelled forward, and her head fell backward. She bit her lower lip in concentrative pleasure, and her body melted to Gloria’s in languorous submission. Gloria watched me as she drank of the succubus, and I watched as her red irises thinned to the dilation of her black pupils. She pulled from Tera with a gasp, her lips trembling and her breaths heaving as though a shot of adrenaline had just rushed into her brain. Tera collapsed with relaxed grace as Gloria fell into a twisting writhe. She gasped and moaned as she shed her clothes like a snake sheds its skin; squirming and wriggling out of her skirt, grinding her thighs together, clawing at the laces of her corset until it unwound and the milky domes of her breasts jiggled free. Tera disrobed with practiced fluidity; stretching and arching her way to nakedness. Gloria kicked off her shoes and then spun violently to her hands and knees. Her dilated pupils shown from her crimson glare, and reflected my face in their ravenous depths. She drew her body into a crawl like a feline, stalking toward me with her hips rocking behind her, her predatory eyes gleaming, her fangs protruding from her blood-red lips.
“Um, Gloria?” I said nervously. “Didn’t you say you were going to leave me out of this?”
“I lied,” Gloria grinned.
“Hey!” I yelled, the déjà vu of my situation not at all lost on me. “Get back! Your god commands you to stop!”
“Gloria just had a drink of me, Brandon,” Tera smiled as she crawled behind the vampire, “and she needs a way to relieve the dual-injection of hormones that just shot into her brain. I wouldn’t try to fight her; she likes it when her prey struggles.”
“I’m sorry it has to be this way, Your Holiness,” Gloria said as she climbed up my struggling body, subduing my defenses with impossible strength, “but the world can’t afford another Sentient.”
I am a god of infinite power, I thought grimly as she took my head in her hands, and I can’t even avoid getting molested by old women.
I felt Gloria’s breath hot and sweet on my neck. I felt her voluptuous body melding its supple warmth along the curves of my own. I felt her blood-red lips press to the pulsing artery of my throat, and I felt her fangs sink into me. A concoction of Tera’s blood and vampiric venom seeped into my neck, and burned its intoxicating poison into my heart. My body relaxed into gelatinous butter, my cock engorged like a water balloon, and my mind opened. Gloria took an indulgent moment to taste my blood, and then pulled from my neck with a parting kiss, her tongue lapping up the droplets she missed. She gently guided our faces together until they touched at the forehead, and locked her gaze with mine. Her eyes were a sea of crimson, depthless and limitless in their expanse. The truth of the world seemed to emanate from their pupils, and the promise of desires fulfilled burned from their fiery rings.
“Your Holiness,” Gloria’s voice sung gently as she ran soothing fingers through my hair, “we’re going to do a little psychotherapy today. I’m sorry, but I had to give you some injections to make you more… receptive to my methods.”
“Oh, I’m receptive,” I grinned stupidly, feeling like the king of the fucking world. “I am receptive as fuck!”
“That’s good to hear,” Gloria smiled broadly, displaying her glistening fangs between her crimson lips, “because we need to plant some ideas into that divine brain of yours, and they won’t bear fruit if the field is sour.”
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