Willowbud walked back to her gang, leaving me alone with Justina. Grunt, Gronk, Flendian and Hacksaw all laughed and drank and stole leering glances at me, and I had the conflicting urges of either smiling back or bashing their skulls in. Instead of doing either of those things, I cast my eyes on the succubus girl who was slowly licking her way up my legs with her forked tongue. To a valkyrie, a succubus was lower than dirt. They were creatures without morals or codes, creatures who would do anything and everything to feed their bottomless hedonism. And yet, according to the highest authority in the world, the goddess of rock and stone, Justina was my equal. It’s fitting, really, my conscience chastised me, after what you did earlier.
“Well,” I sighed, relaxing on my elbows, “I suppose we should get to know each other.”
“Mmmm,” Justina replied, completely lost in her lustful feeding, her tongue working past my knees and up my thighs.
“I’m Astrid Skyborne,” I said, spreading my legs as she crawled between them. “I’m the daughter of Freydis, High Guard of Iona, if you can believe that.”
“Mmmm,” Justina replied again, her tongue flicking higher and higher.
“You’re not much for conversation, are you?” I chuckled, breathing a little faster as her forked-tongue began to tickle the outside of my gaping anus, tasting the reservoir of man that leaked from me. “I suppose we have that in common.”
Justina didn’t even bother humming an answer. She placed her small hands on either side of my gape, and spread me gently open, letting the seed spill onto her awaiting tongue. She lapped it up like a cat does milk, and then turned her violet eyes up to me, and lowered her lips to my pooling sphincter. Her mouth pressed tenderly to the stretched outline of my anus, and her tongue snaked as deeply as it could go, squirming through my insides and tasting every cum-covered surface that she could reach. I pet her onyx hair and moaned softly as her invading member tickled me with soothing caresses. Lesbianism was another oath I wasn’t supposed to break, but who was counting anymore? At this point, I might as well try to break the record for most broken oaths.
“I guess you’re the closest thing I have to a friend now,” I said softly, gently pushing her face deeper between my glutes. “I’ll try to not let my bitterness hurt you. Being the protector of a Creator is the highest honor a valkyrie can achieve, but our goddess is determined to crush my honor. I suspect if she has her way, I’ll be just like you in no time. Maybe you can show me how to live without shame.”
I tilted my head back and let out a sigh, savoring the feeling of Justina’s tongue. If this was to be the dynamic of our friendship, I guess I wouldn’t mind. I didn’t need idle conversation to pass the time, but a ‘friend’ who would listen to my verbalized thoughts without complaint or comment would be nice. I just wished she’d get back to licking me, because for some reason she’d stopped. Her tongue withdrew, her lips parted, and she breathed fast, shallow breaths on my entrance. I looked down, and saw two pale-blue eyes staring from a face they didn’t belong to.
“What the fuck did you just say?” Justina asked with a voice that was not her own. I didn’t need to think about what to do next. I trapped Justina between my thighs, gripped her horns, and prepared to snap her neck. Mistress’s cousin or not, it was obvious that she was an infiltrator with astral power; it seemed my god’s trust in the girl was misplaced. I was a breath away from ripping her spine apart when a feeling stopped me. A great, irresistible arousal awoke from between my thighs, coursed through my blood and seeped into my brain. Justina had her bare hands pressed to my womanhood, and they were spreading her seduction with full effect. The hormones bled into my mind, surged behind my eyes, and thrummed through every rational corner of my being. I would do anything for her, anything, as long as she sated the hunger that roared within me.
“Master,” I said, my hands falling to my sides, and my thighs spreading invitingly.
“Holy shit,” Master whispered, “I can’t believe that worked.”
“Please, Master,” I begged, thrusting my hips forward, “please feed from me!”
“Calm down!” Master hissed, looking nervously at the bar where Mistress and her gang were drinking. “I order you to shut the fuck up!”
I did as commanded, but the insatiable need still coursed through me. I twisted and squirmed, rocking on my heels and palms, lifting my pelvis aloft so that it was level with her face, my eyes burning with my desperation.
“I have some questions for you, Astrid,” Master said, “and you’re going to answer them quietly, OK?”
I nodded frantically, hoping beyond hope that if I answered her questions, Master would sate my need.
“Did you just say Willowbud is a Creator?” she asked, her forked-tongue flicking from her mouth and trailing its twin-points gently along my oozing slit.
“Yes,” I whispered, biting my lip with want, “she is the Earth Former.”
“Bullshit,” Master said, pulling her tongue away.
“It’s true!” I sobbed, trying to keep quiet like Master said while my desperation sung through my words. “Mistress brought down a hillside, she formed a statue of me from nothing, she ripped the bedrock from beneath the sand, and she re-forged the blade of Iona! Please, Master; please touch me!”
“Holy shit, you’re not lying,” Master whispered, her voice small and fearful.
“No!” I hissed, trying to remind Master of what I had to offer by driving my hips forward. “Valkyries cannot speak untruths! I would never lie to you! Please touch me!”
Master split my slit with forked fingers, and watched as a mixture of seed and nectar flowed freely from my reddened, swollen petals. She crinkled her nose as though it disgusted her, and then tested the concoction with a tentative lick. Her eyes widened, and she licked me again, and again, and again. Soon, her lips were wrapping around my petals, her dilated eyes were rolling into her head, and she was humming a whorish tone as her tongue wriggled wonderfully through my depths. I moaned with her, savoring every little motion of her mouth, gasping as she sucked gluttonously of my folds, hissing air through clenched teeth as her tongue caressed every vulnerable spot. She swallowed continuously as though she were drinking from a fountain, and then she pulled away, her pupils shrinking and her eyes refocusing.
“Holy fuck,” Master said, licking her lips, “cum is like crack to Justina’s body.”
“I have more!” I said, smiling adoringly and spreading my asshole for her. “Please, take all that you can!”
She wrinkled her nose again. “Can I get it in a bowl or something?”
“I will get you a bowl!”
“I’m joking, Astrid,” Master let out a defeated sigh. “For some reason, your gaping shithole looks absolutely delicious to me. God, I’m going to need therapy after all this.” Her eyes turned back to mine. “Tell me about Corruption,” she said, and slid her tongue down my taint to reenter my gaping rim.
“She’s an astral being, a Sentient—”
“I know what she is,” Master interrupted. “Tell me about her and Willowbud. In fact, tell me everything about Willowbud.”
I started from the beginning, telling Master about how I first met Mistress, how I’d made love to her, how she’d been so kind and humble. Then I told her about Corruption, how Mistress had saved me from her, how Mistress had lost her battle with the Sentient, and how I’d pledged my life to saving Mistress from Corruption. All the while, Master watched me with her pale blue eyes and ate from my holes, licking every drop of man left within me.
“Astrid,” Master finally said, slithering her tongue from my asshole, “I think I might be able to help you with Corruption. I’m saying this to you now so that once I release you from my—”
“No!” I exclaimed, “Please don’t let me go!”
“No more fucking talking!” Master hissed, looking nervously at the bar. She turned her eyes back on me when she confirmed they hadn’t noticed my outburst. “I’m saying this to you now so that once I release you, you don’t try to break my neck. We’re on the same side. I can’t tell you why, but just know, we’re on the same side.”
Master studied me with a discerning glare, and then said, “I release you from my service.” Rationality found purchase in my mind as the unquenchable arousal drifted from me. I felt exhausted, completely drained, and I fell back onto my elbows and stared weakly at the blue-eyed not-Justina.
“What are you?” I whispered fearfully, “And why should I trust you?”
“My name’s Angela,” Angela replied, resting her chin on my pelvis, “and letting you go should be enough for you to trust me.”
“It’s not,” I said, “you couldn’t keep me as a slave for long before Mistress noticed; you had to let me go.”
“I could have made you kill yourself,” Angela replied. “Willowbud would’ve believed me if I told her you cracked. All those precious oaths you’ve broken….”
That was painfully true. I winced at her words, but they did convince me.
“Ok, Angela,” I said, “I’m willing to play along for now. Tell me how you think you can help Mistress with Corruption.”
“I don’t know yet,” Angela said, looking slightly flustered, “I can’t see Corruption anymore, but when I did, it was like… it was like she was attracted to me, but not in a sexual way. She kept asking ‘what are you’ over and over again. She grabbed my hand—”
“She touched you?!” I gasped. “And nothing happened?”
“Well, it felt kind of nice,” Angela replied, “but that was about it. When I wouldn’t go with her, she stepped out of Willowbud’s body, and that’s when I realized their relationship was less than consensual. Corruption had this look on her face like she’d just locked herself out of her own house, while Willowbud (who was basically anally raping her cousin at that point) got this look of… confused-horror, I guess I’d call it. Anyway, Corruption jumped back into Willowbud and disappeared, and I haven’t seen her since.”
“I think she appears to you when Mistress is doing something she wouldn’t otherwise do without Corruption,” I said, nodding to myself, “like enslaving her own cousin.” I looked somberly down at Angela, “She’s a good person, Angela; she’s just… damaged. If you can get Corruption out of her, you’ll see for yourself.”
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