by M J Marstens
“Onward!” I cry like some Valkyrie.
Edgar is a magnificent runner, and in no time, we come up to the doors of Bitchhole’s palace.
I’m so pissed, I don’t even acknowledge how truly stunning the building is. I mean, it’s made of freaking emeralds.
“How are we going to do this?” Edgar asks.
“I say we surprise this bitch and storm her castle. Not sexually.”
Edgar groans, making me smile a little.
“I doubt that’s going to work. Furthermore, it’s going to be extremely difficult to kill her in her own domicile. Even weakened, she’s not defenseless here. The stones are her defense mechanism. Once inside the palace, they will drain your powers. Mine, too.”
“But you’re still physically stronger than her, right?” I ask him.
“I suppose, but her powers-”
“Just hold her when I tell you to, ok?” I cut him off.
“Okaaaaaay,” he agrees reluctantly.
Good enough for me.
I push open the door, surprised that it opens.
This petty cuntcushion is just waiting for me, isn’t she?
Hope she’s into ninja pegging.
We walk through an amazing atrium and then through another set of doors into a freaking throne room.
That’s right.
A throne room.
This pussyfalafel is so high on herself, she made a fucking throne room.
Well, I guess she’s queen of her own domicile, to be fair. Every woman should be queen of her home. Trust Tree Sisters, if you aren’t queen in your house, you need to ask yourself WTF. It’s an acronym for I better be fucking queen or I will cut a bitch. Something got lost in the abbreviation, I think.
And there, against the back wall, is a glittering throne of diamonds, pearls, moonstones, and other gems. The second my eyes latch onto the moonstones, I feel my powers diminish. Lina is sitting on the throne, watching me with a lucid, undecipherable look.
Of all the things that could scare me, this terrifies me the most.
A rational Moon can’t be a good thing.
“Welcome, Zahra,” she greets me softly. “And Chiron, so good to see you alive. No worries. I will rectify this soon enough.”
Ah, there’s that insanity I’m counting on.
I’m hoping to use it against her.
As well as her vanity.
“How are you going to kill Chiron? Did you get any of the Minors’ teeth?” I ask conversationally.
“Alas, no. I was in a hurry. As for Chiron, we shall see what tickles my fancy. Both of you are powerless inside here. You fell right into my trap. I’m going to kill you and bring back Jupiter. And then kill the traitorous bastard myself. It’s a shame all my men are gone, but c’est la vie. I will just have to create myself a new harem of jewels.”
“How did you disguise yourself as Mary without the guys ever knowing?” I then ask in false fascination.
Lina’s face lights up at the question.
“Because I’m that powerful. And that clever. I always did tell you this. No one has ever defeated me and nobody ever will!”
“What about the time my fist was in your ass?”
Both Edgar and Lina wear startled looks at this question.
I wear a smirk because I’m remembering.
“Did that hurt? I’ve been meaning to ask you. . .”
Lina’s white face darkens with fury.
“I think I’ll repay the favor, my dove. See how much you like it. Except, my fist will be covered in spikes,” she hisses menacingly.
“Ooo, ouch!” I exclaim in fake concern. “But maybe I’m into that shit. Maybe bloody assholes do it for me, ya know what I mean?”
To my left, Edgar is gaping at me in horror.
“Maybe Edgar’s into that stuff!” I suddenly exclaim.
He takes a hasty step backward, away from me and Queen Coo Coo, although I might earn that title in his book right now.
“I’m definitely not into it,” he emphatically claims.
“Probably shouldn’t give her ideas,” I warn.
“I’m not the one who gave her the fucking idea,” he snarls right back.
Lina looks amused at our tiff and I watch her stealthily from the corner of my eye.
Ever so slightly, I see her light fade.
Correction, I feel her light fade.
When Khal gave me his essence, he also imparted Arawn’s and Caed’s powers as well. Arawn, as the God of Death, can sense when a person loses some of their life force. This is what I’m sensing in Lina, now. It’s also what I’ve been waiting for.
With each passing second, the Bitchhole grows weaker.
Her smile remains smug because she still thinks she has the upper hand.
When I feel the last of her energies dwindle, I yell at Edgar to charge.
Lina surges from her throne and attempts to throw a weak spell at the galloping centaur, but nothing happens.
Why?
Because the void, of course.
I laugh at my mental pun.
Mio has been vindicated.
CHAPTER 25
ZAHRA
Edgar is running so fast that he can’t stop and basically tramples Lina into submission. Her body lays sprawled against the gleaming, jeweled floor, and her bent limbs and dazed face are almost comical to take in. Edgar turns around and pulls the limp goddess into his arms and pins her to him effortlessly.
She struggles in vain, spewing hatred with every movement.
I easily ignore her harsh words and focus on the quiet, deep within me.
I know my time is limited.
I have mere seconds to make this work.
Tick tock. Tick tock.
It would be so easy to kill her.
To have Edgar strangle the life right from her.
But do you remember my purpose?
My place in this whole grand scheme of things?
I’m meant to keep the balance.
I’m the Universe’s stabilizer.
Except for one minor detail:
Venus doesn’t check the Moon.
A Minor does.
I can slowly feel Lina’s powers ratcheting back up and I know my time’s almost up, but then I feel the Sun stop semi-squaring my Venus. Finally. Although they are barely existent and shackled by Lina’s moonstones, I do my damnedest to harness my powers and manifest my ultimate weapon.
Trust Tree Sisters, I need you.
If there was ever a time to have my back, now is it.
Send me your support, your strength, your everything.
I want it all.
I need it all.
Somehow, this pep talk and belief in my Trust Trees Sisters makes me accomplish the impossible.
Inside the Wicked Witch of the Universe’s home, I access my powers.
So very weakened, but enough.
I let out a victorious shout when I feel myself manifest my absolute defense against Bitchhole.
Her eyes widen and she stops struggling completely when she sees.
Edgar, too, has gone slack-jawed.
It’s probably not every day a pink woman makes herself a giant, glittering cock of bright teal.
I smile as I look down at the appendage, where my vagina used to be.
Huh, I finally succeeded in making something on me teal!
Edgar lets out a strangled noise and Lina honestly still looks like she’s in a stupor.
Because, let’s be honest, this is one impressive dick (if I do say so myself).
Knowing that time is of the essence, I slam to my knees and widen my legs. Looking Lina right in the eye with an evil smirk, I begin stroking my cock. I’ll contemplate the strangeness of those words another time.
Because right now- It. Is. On.
At first, I think about Lina and needing balance, but I quickly realize that’s not going to get me off.
Instead, I switch my mind to my man-gods.
Us, in the office.
Me, bent over the desk, just as Khal always promised.
Or threatened, depending on the situation.
Another grin graces my lips as I feel myself swell harder against my hand.
Fuck, having a dick is hot.
I throw my head back in abandon and work my teal monster like I was born with it.
“Zahra, what the fuck are you doing?” Edgar finally stammers out.
“Creating some balance,” I respond, not even missing a stroke.
He splutters a bit, before saying, “It’s wrong. So fucking wrong.”
“Exactly!” I crow. “It’s so wrong- it’s right.”
“That makes no sense,” he yells, but I ignore him, still thinking about my eight asshole men.
My first time with Nyam and Mio.
My other threesome with the twins.
My foursome.
And my fantasy eightsome.
“Oooh, mmm,” I garble, picking up the pace.
Lina’s powers are returning, but I’m close.
So.
Fucking.
Close.
I think about Khal, when he was just a nightmare. I see him fucking the woman, his head tipped back, pleasure etched into his features. Then I think about me inside the woman and the feeling of Khal when he came hard inside the chick. How our eyes locked and his dick got even harder and then pulsed as he filled me with his cum.
Growling, I hold onto that image and shoot my load all over Bitchhole’s shiny floor.
Lina’s powers are almost completely restored, and I can feel the shift as the moon moves into position for the total lunar eclipse, but she’s still too stupefied to do anything, as is Edgar. Like they really can’t believe I just manifested myself a dick and jacked off in front of them. I mean, how surprised can they really be, especially Lina? I put my fucking balled-up hand into her ass as a fighting tactic, so. . .
I stare down at the translucent jizz spread out before me and pause.
I don’t wait long.
Before my eyes, a form lifts from the cum.
It’s shapeless and appears to be made of smoke and shadows.
The dark entity rises up and turns towards Lina and Edgar.
Lina appears curious, but Edgar is still too fucking shocked, probably, to note something rose out of my cum. The thing floats closer to Lina and her curiosity turns to horror, and then fear. She struggles against Edgar, and just as I feel her powers flowing back into her body, the entity flies up inside her nose and disappears.
Instantly, Lina’s body becomes taut like a bow, then she slams out of Edgar’s arms onto the hard, jeweled floor. She flops around like a fish on land, and her body contorts into mini seizures as her eyes roll back inside her head. Who knows how long this lasts, but I remain where I am, watching.
After another minute or so, Lina gives another twitch and then falls limply to the floor, unconscious.
“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” Edgar finally roars, after he checks Lina for a pulse.
“Not a what. A who.”
Edgar looks confused again, and I sigh.
“It was Lilith, Minor Goddess of Sexuality and the Taboo.”
CHAPTER 26
ZAHRA
Edgar really needs to get with the program. His face can’t get any blanker. I try explaining again.
“You know, Lilith, dark side of the Moon. Ring any bells? I realized that I couldn’t be Lina’s balance. The Moon and Venus simply don’t interact that way because Moon already has a balance; Lilith. She’s like the cosmic yin to Lina’s yang.”
“But how. . . how. . . what?”
“I knew I needed to manifest Lina’s balance or she would never find any, and in my head, the only way to create the freaking Goddess of Taboo Sex was to do something really fucking taboo. So, I gave myself a cock,” I say proudly, pointing down at my junk. “Uhhhhhhhhh, it’s gone,” I moan miserably, looking down to see my pink kitty back in place.
I try manifesting some clothes, but my powers are completely depleted.
I walk over to Lina’s slumbering form and contemplate her for a second.
The silvery crescent moon tattoo on her left bicep now glows an ebony black, proof Lilith has seated herself within her sister.
Good.
Now all I need is a little pick me up.
I lean down and siphon some of Lina’s powers.
Daaaaaaaaaaamn.
The tingling rush fills my whole body and I revel in it; I had forgotten how potent Luminary energy is. . . not to mention Mio’s energy, as well as the twins’. Oh, and Lina’s. An idea strikes. What if I took Lina’s Moon powers? I mean borrowed. Then I would be able to manipulate the tenth dimension and use my powers again, without interference from the moonstones.
It’s brilliant, I tell you.
I am Venus the freaking Genius.
I hum a little as I suck up more of the unconscious goddess’ powers.
“Um, Zahra?” Edgar calls.
I ignore him, drinking in more of Lina’s energies.
For a crazy bitch, she goes down smoother than. . . whatever the fuck goes down smoothly. . .
Vodka, maybe?
Whiskey?
Rum?
I don’t drink, so I don’t know the proper saying, but you guys get the gist, right?
She slips down easier than a load to the back of the throat.
How’s that for an analogy?
Pretty damn classy, huh.
Edgar calls my name again.
What does the horse-man want?
It’s not until I look up to address Edgar that I realize Lina might have slipped a little too easily down my throat. Because she’s gone and only her essence is left.
Fuckmylife.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Shit! Edgar, do something!” I command the stunned centaur.
I don’t wait for Edgar to respond; I just slurp up Moon’s particle remains like a creeper.
Once the totality of Lina’s essence settles inside of me, I feel myself expand outward. I’m like Jafar at the end of Aladdin; I have infinite cosmic powers, but without the itty-bitty living space! I’m pure Luminary power, coupled with every other flavor of Major energy. I let myself become one with the fabric of time and space.
I am limitless.
I am all-powerful.
I am the Universe!
An amused chuckle fills my head.
“You are not me, child,” the voice echoes through my brain.
“Come again?” I ask telepathically, as I lack a physical mouth.
“I am the Universe,” the sexless voice responds.
“Oh, apologies. I’m Zahra, nice to meet you.”
Another chuckle.
“I didn’t mean to. . . to, ah, eat Moon. I was just trying to get a little pick me up and-”
“I know, my child,” the voice cuts me off. “But what do you plan on doing now?”
As I float in the infinite abyss, I ponder this question.
“Khal, I mean Saturn, mentioned that if I killed Moon, I could bring back the others.”
“Yes, her life for those she ingested.”
“So, my life for all of my guys’?” I ask.
“Yes, and Moon’s, too.”
I worried I might get this answer.
“But she’ll be. . . ok, now, right?”
“Yes, she’s found her balance, thanks to you.”
I nod my nonexistent head. That’s all I wanted.
Oh, and for my man-gods to be ok.
“What happens when I die?” I ask hesitantly.
“You become one again with me. No different than now really,” is the response I get.
Huh, well, this isn’t terrible, by any means.
“And you swear all my men will be remade?”
“I swear,” the Universe echoes in amusement.
“Ok, take me and remake them,” I command. “Please,” I tack on as an afterthought.
I can feel the Universe’s curiosity.
“Why
would you want to remake them? With all their powers, you are all-powerful, limitless, practically the Universe. You can have anything you want; be anyone you want.”
“I’m not anyone or anything without them,” I whisper, feeling an ache where my heart should have been. “I’ll never know how it happened. Damn fuckers snuck up on me and made me love them.”
I feel the Universe smile.
“If you are sure. . .”
“Lady. . . man. . . whatever you are. . . lady-man, I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. Can you just do me one favor?”
“I do not do favors.”
“Oh, I know,” I rush to explain. “It’s not anything big. . . just tell them I love them, please?”
“Very well,” the Universe concedes.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“Until we meet again, Zahra, farewell.”
“Later, alligator,” I joke, as I feel myself dissolve into nothing.
My last thought is Thank the Universe I didn’t have to shit anyone back out.
CHAPTER 27
ZAHRA
I open my eyes, feeling disoriented. What the fuck kind of dream did I just have? I look around and find myself in the familiar surroundings of my childhood room back in my folks’ house in Minnesota. The bright sunshine streams through the windows and I see spring is well underway. Did I fucking sleep through winter?!
Now that’s the way to do it!
Hibernation all the way, baby.
My enthusiasm wanes when I remember my parents’ deaths and if I’m still here, that means my pitiful, jobless status hasn’t changed. I lay on my bed and stare at the ceiling, willing myself not to fall into another depressing funk. A noise from downstairs catches my attention. I bet Edgar has come to check in on me.
Wait until I tell him about my dream.
He’s going to love when I get to the part of him being a horse’s dick.
Maybe.
Probably.
I get dressed, marveling at all the tanks tops lining my drawer. I mean, seriously, it’s disturbing how I can’t remember the last few months of my life. Then a thought occurs to me:
Oh god, maybe they were so shitty, I’ve mentally blocked them out?
I mean, winters in Minnesota will do that to you.
I get dressed; of course, I wear something teal, but make a mental note to get some baby pink tanks. And a maroon one. Also a rust red one, a golden yellow one, a gunmetal grey one, a sky blue and ocean blue one, a dusky purple one, and a bright green one- in an XL.
