Taste the seed before you drink of me, child. Taste the other half of the eternal equation. Andrew grabbed her breasts from behind and massaged them as he leaned over and took one of Eshabaar’s pierced nipples between his lips.
Oooh, your lover sure knows how to treat a woman moaned Eshabaar in Emma’s piss-drenched head. He suckles like a starving child. He would drink me dry if I did not stop him. Are you also hungry, my exquisite Ms. Lake?
Emma rose from between Eshabaar’s thighs and slathered the goddess’s nipple with her tongue. Eshabaar’s copious lactations were a cool contrast to the proffered seed, and as Emma sucked, she could feel the sweet milk in her mouth mixing with the tangy piss. Her whole body quivered as her palate exploded into a thousand varieties of ecstasy, and she began to desperately grind her ass against Andrew in the hope that he would stick his cock in it.
Mmmm, if you are to be a slave then let it be to this, thought Emma as she felt Eshabaar’s hard nipple scrape against the roof of her mouth and fill her throat with the divine richness of forbidden milk.
Eshabaar listened to her thoughts and agreed. We are all slaves, after all. To money, our careers, or significant others, to the roots of our youth. We are slaves to time and the cages of our bodies. Why not become a slave to desire? Andrew was sucking Eshabaar’s other breast with a possessed rage, his cheeks pumping as he swallowed jet after jet of liquid joy. Emma grabbed him roughly by the hair and kissed him on the mouth, their lips clashing in a wet spray of piss and milk.
She pulled Andrew’s head down to her own tits and smiled as she felt his mouth tighten on her nipples and resume its relentless feeding. Emma took Eshabaar’s tits in her hands and smothered her face with their enveloping wetness, suddenly aware that the Sisters above were awake and watching every lick and fevered kiss with unadulterated lust.
The fact that they were being watched by the ravenous cows added an extra dimension of exhibitionist thrill to the proceedings, and Emma realized that her cunt needed to be filled as soon as possible.
“Fuck me, Andy. Make me cum with your cock while I drink the Mother’s Milk. I want wetness spurting into me from both sides.” The words seemed distant in the fog of milk and moist skin, but Andrew dutifully detached himself from her tit and positioned himself behind her. He grunted as his prick eased past her outer lips and slowly filled her twitching pussy, and Emma forgot all about the Sisters’ greedy gaze.
“Oh, that’s it baby. Hold onto my tits as you do it, push it in all the way.” She blurted the words while milk poured down her face and rushed up her nose, her hands slipping all over the ridiculous bounty of Eshabaar’s chest as Andy fucked her in the earth mother’s hallowed womb. The milk was undeniably delicious, but there was another juice that Emma desired equally as badly. She tensed the muscles of her cunt and tried to draw out the sticky cum, her ass bouncing vigorously up and down on Andrew’s rock-hard member.
“The goddess has searched time and sees the way of things yet unknown. It is in her honor that the seed must be sown.” The Sisters’ chanting rang loudly in Emma’s eardrum as her orgasm neared, the words rolling into each other as the match was lit inside her cunt. Andy can be your lover for centuries if you choose the milk bath, earth child intoned the phantom voice, but Emma wasn’t thinking about centuries. She was only concerned with the immediacy of tit in her mouth and prick in her pussy, and the morality and logistics of living in Eshabaar’s womb were faraway concerns. As she came, her face slipped across Eshabaar’s tits and her eye pressed against the dazzling blue stone set into her choker.
The last thing she saw before she passed out was the fluttering image of a flopping squid howling in the Western sky.
Chapter Eleven: Storm Brewing in the Western Sky
Nathan Thorn asked June to pull the truck over when it was just beyond the city limits. It had been an exhausting few hours, and he was unable to endure another second of their frosty road trip without a hit of his trusted Columbian pure. His hands were shaking as he arranged the lines in the dilapidated rest stop toilet, but the tremors subsided after he sent the bolts of electric heat fizzing into the clouded nerve center of his mind. He thought briefly of his brother as he adjusted his tie in the cracked mirror, wondering if he was at the Laguna complex right now.
He probably is. He spends most of his time there now. Nathan squirmed with disgust when he thought of his brother sliding through the milky depths of Eshabaar’s pool, sticking his cock in the squealing livestock. What happened to the brother who protected him during rainstorms? What happened to his childhood shadow?
The plan was relatively straightforward, but he knew that he had to be careful. Laguna Complex was closely guarded, and Krang had been insistent that they only had one chance to strike at Eshabaar’s obscene lair.
“A sssstorm isssss brewing in the Wessssstern ssssssky. The Goddessss isssss weakened after visssssiting the ssssssurrogatesssss. After giving the milk and the sssssseed, sssssshe will ssssskulk back into the mountain and resssssst until taking the sssssseed again. Then you mussssst ssssstrike, Nathan, if you want to dessssstroy the filth of the feminine.” Krang’s repulsive voice rang in Nathan’s head, as did the terrible revelation about their father’s murder at the bloody hands of his bitch mother.
Well, the sow is dead, and soon all her toys will be squid-food. I cannot fail. I am about my Father’s uncompleted work, and I must honor the old man’s memory by gutting the milk-slut.
He was surprised to discover June Miyamori laughing hysterically when he walked back to the large container truck and sat next to her in the tiny front carriage. Nathan was wired, and his paranoia threshold was dramatically lowered. He didn’t need some spineless Yakuza’s asexual discharge laughing at him in a deserted highway rest stop in the dead of night.
“What’s so funny, you slant-eyed bitch? You haven’t said more than one word to me since we left the fishery, and now you’re threatening to burst.”
June casually flicked her purple hair out of her opal eyes and gazed out at the mountainous Western horizon.
“Krang was right about you, Nathan Thorne.” Her laughter animated her face, and Nathan was surprised when he found himself admiring her angular jaw and impish smile.
Christ man, this one is hardly even a woman. There’s nothing remotely fuckable about her! But nonetheless he stared at her, realizing that her absurd purple fringe was actually rather endearing and that her leather cat suit was indecently close fitting.
“What do you mean? Krang wouldn’t say anything to you, you’re a woman. Word is he doesn’t much enjoy the company of the fairer sex. His cave is like a Marquis de Sade novel, you’ve seen it. Why would the squid talk to you about me?”
The androgynous waif smiled and leaned provocatively over Nathan’s body. Nathan could smell her hair and feel the heat of her breath as she ran her fingers over his chest and insinuated her thin fingers into his chest pocket. She smiled when she extracted his bag of cocaine, the corners of her lips rising to reveal a rare glimpse of her sparkling teeth. She leaned back and opened the bag before dipping the elongated nail of a pinky finger into the high-grade cocaine.
“Hey, Ms. Miyamori, that isn’t kid’s stuff. I get it made custom. It’ll knock you back on your ass.”
She glanced at him with a mischievous glint in her eye.
“Well, if you didn’t notice, I’m a grown woman. And maybe I want to be knocked back on my ass.” She took a deep snort and blinked her eyes as she bent her head back. Nathan normally would have slapped any woman who delved into his pockets and tried to take his stash. Ada certainly never attempted that again after he discovered her thieving tricks… But as he watched June crack the muscles in her neck and lick the pointed end of her finger clean, he realized she was different.
She was no smacked-up junkie or bored trust-fund baby. She was a trained killer who felt like getting high, and you liked the casual way she dominated the situation.
“It’s a long fucking ride to Laguna and w
e can’t afford to stop. Calamari doesn’t stay fresh too long, so we’re on the clock here. Plus, I figure we should try and enjoy ourselves. After all, we are breaking into a maximum security facility and planning to kill its top shareholder.” She chuckled as she took another hit and gently stroked her hair.
“Might as well try and have a little fun. Do you want a hit?”
Nathan nodded, and the young woman opened a long horizontal zip that unpeeled the lower half of her cat suit. Nathan was speechless as the tight material curled off her skin and left her luminous lower body exposed in the sudden heat of the truck. Complex ceremonial tattoos covered her entire body, but Nathan could see the flatness of her stomach and the wiry curls of black pubic hair poking beneath her white undershorts.
“I want you to do a line off my skin, Mr. Thorne.” She tipped a small dose of coke onto her densely decorated stomach and made a fat line that dipped to the edge of her panties.
“And when you are finished, I want you to rip off my underwear with your teeth. That is all I want from you.”
Nathan was simultaneously aroused by her brazen sexuality and ashamed of his own submissiveness. Your father was Eliot Thorne, and you’re letting this coked up caricature order you around?
He was hard though, and the white sliver of coke looked so inviting juxtaposed against the labyrinthine code of honor and silence inked into her flesh. He snorted up the line and licked the skin afterwards, savoring the taste of her sweat before he dipped his mouth toward her crotch and tore off the undershorts with his numb lips.
What he found beneath the fabric stunned him. Her thighs were covered in colorful renderings of butterflies and frogs, but she was definitely not like the other tattooed fools. She was a hermaphrodite, with a regular-sized cock overhanging her wet snatch. Nathan stared at the pink head of her cock as it bulged above her wet cunt, feeling its accusatory glare like a dagger piercing his carefully assembled armor.
“I am no man or woman. This is why I can stand in the presence of the wrigglies. I am fluid, like them. I am neither X nor Y though I am possessed of both parts. I am what you may call a philosophical conundrum, but I prefer to think of myself as a hot little slut with a cock. I am not hampered by the weakness of my sex or dulled by the dimness of yours. I am the total balance of the elemental forces transcribed on one flesh.
She grabbed her hardening cock with one hand while her other began to stir the hot juices of her pussy, “Do you like what you see?”
Nathan nodded despite himself, unable to resist despite every nerve in his body screaming in protest.
What would Andrew think about this? What would Father? But Andrew was probably balls deep inside one of the abominations, and June wasn’t a man. She was in between, perhaps even better than female. So what if she had a cock. She had a tight little slit as well, and there was nothing masculine about its tangy smell when you leant forward and sucked on the sweet nub of her clitoris.
June sighed, and Nathan could feel the springy hardness of her cock resting against the side of his face as he slurped on her cunt. She moaned in Japanese, a string of mysterious words that washed over his cocaine-blasted mind as he fucked her with his tongue. She spread her legs a little wider and began to jerk herself off as he ate her out. Her wetness covered his face as her knuckles bumped against his skin, and Nathan could feel the growing constriction in his pants as he lost himself in her taste and smell. It was still dark outside when he lifted his head and ripped off the rest of her clothes.
She is seemingly as fragile as a bird, but she has corded muscles across the tableau of her back and strong hands. This one is not weak. When she was naked, she pounced on top of him and bit roughly into the flesh of his neck, her purple hair falling loosely against his face while her cock prodded against his stomach. She pulled his top over his head and bit his nipple, her head writhing while Nathan’s cries of pleasure and pain were smothered by the steady patter of rain.
Storm is here, just as Krang said. What else did he say?
Nathan grabbed the creature hard by her shoulders and shoved her back against the steering wheel. He put his hand around her throat and applied a slight pressure, and June bit her lips while she slowly circled a small nipple with her extended fingernail.
“What did the squid lord say, June? Do I have to beat it out of you? You’d like that though, wouldn’t you?” He eyed a tattoo of a screaming woman tearing out the heart of a man tethered to a rock, his face twisted in agony as the raging harpy raised the beating organ above her head.
“You like a little trouble, don’t you?”
She sighed as he slapped her face and licked the screaming woman’s black maw.
“Krang only said that you were a man who never knew what he wanted. He said I was to help you find it”. She snapped out of their embrace with incredible speed and flipped him around, his panicking face slapping against the passenger side window as she rolled down his pants and spread his legs apart with her knee.
“Krang said I would know when the time came to show you who you are.”
Nathan was frightened, but there was also something undeniably arousing about being trussed up and splayed by this fantastic ball of sexual energy. He knew what was coming, and the dread was quickly overwhelmed by unimaginable pleasure as her cock entered his asshole. He could feel the wet entrance of her pussy slapping against his ass as she sodomized him, her hips thrusting as she scratched violently at his back with her sharp nails.
How can this be wrong when it feels so fucking right? Nathan Thorne would never let himself be fucked by a man, but this was a seductive young girl who just happened to have a turgid cock. A creature that transcends the petty boundaries of gender.
Finally, a woman I can relate to, simply because she is more than a wet hole. Nathan screamed as his anal orgasm shuddered outwards from his asshole and reduced him to a shivering wreck. When it was over Juno wiped her cock with a paper towel and lit a cigarette.
“If you value your brother, now would be the time to make sure he’s not there when the squid hits the fan. Just one more long stretch and we’re there, at the birthing place of the Children of the Mountain.”
Nathan whimpered as he listened to the raging storm outside, his ass battered and his clothes a rumpled mess by the pedals. He looked over at Juno and smiled.
“Don’t worry, I have a better idea.”
Chapter Twelve: Nathan's Lost His Mind
Andrew lay silent in Emma’s arms as unbidden memories crept from the darkened edges of his narcotized mind. He remembered rainy nights in Thorne Manor and the terror in Nathan’s voice as they hid from the squelchy thing. He recalled the sound of his mother typing and his father shooting at targets on the storm-lashed grounds. He recalled a door opening and a crack of blinding light…
Emma was still fast asleep when Andrew stirred from his slumber, so he subtly disconnected himself and made for the nearby shore. He glanced back at Emma and marveled at her extraordinary stillness and beauty. Orgasm had quenched her thirst, but she was only at the beginning of her obsession. She is growing hungrier, and soon she will take her meals in the pool. Then eventually, she won’t need to eat at all. The milk will be sufficient for sustaining life…
Andrew was wracked with guilt as he dressed, uneasy at the prospect of initiating Emma into a life of adoring servitude. He did not want her to be a mere prisoner of lust and a helpless slave to Mother’s Milk.
Yes, the milk is delectable, but perhaps you could have something more than a feeding relationship with this bright-eyed journalist. Emma could definitely fill the void that has loomed over you since Mother died, but she could also be an equal, a partner for this painful journey through doubt and decay. Sometime who will stand by your side when the others fail…
This is true, Andrew. She could be so much more than a mere surrogate. She could be your wife and the future of Thorne Industries, a feminine face to offset the company’s awfully macho current image. Andrew momentarily thought one of th
e Sisters had spoken up, but they were all still dazed from their afternoon orgy. Then he realized that Eshabaar was speaking to him within the confines of his skull.
I thought you were gone. He sent the thought to her effortlessly, their telepathic connection undimmed by the passage of time. You need to procure more seed for the next batch.
I am just saying goodbye to the children. Each one is so precious to me Andrew. I cannot bear the thought of leaving them alone on this infernal plain. But I see it now, even if you have not. You two shall marry and carry on Laguna’s great work. A day may come when I cannot pass into this life so easily. Even gods are subject to the vagaries of chance and the cruel whims of time. Emma will share control of the orphanage with you. Your brother is a ticking time-bomb, and I sense foul energies around his mind. Sometimes a heart can become so tainted it cannot be read by another, for the words that should be written upon it have become eroded. Your brother bears such a heart. I’m afraid. Emma is smart, capable, and madly in love with you. I beg you consider my plea.
The connection was gone before he could respond, and he imagined her sitting before her offspring and kissing each one of their precious faces.
A day may come when the earth mother cannot pass into this life so easily? He mulled over this grim portent as he stepped into his pants. Surely she was just being melodramatic. She gave birth to the fucking world! How could she ever be excised from it?
Still, the idea of him sharing power with Emma was tempting. He smiled, forgetting about the sad tone of Eshabaar’s voice and imagining an opulent wedding on a lush, green field. But when he tried to think about his wonderful bride, all his mind conjured was the leering image of Nathan as he smashed the glass of Mother’s Milk against the wall and thoughtlessly insulted Ms. Lake.
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