3 comments/ 33514 views/ 1 favorites Creation By: Kingpin5 She stepped back from the easel, the last stroke of her brush on the canvas completed. Now she looked over the painting as a whole, instead of the minute details she had been focused on the past few hours. She let the sensual imagery wash over her, the warm skin tones, the full red lips forming an enigmatic smile, the bold stare of the eyes... the eyes... did the eyes just move? Frozen in wonder, the artist watched as the face she had just created turned more fully toward her, the smile broadening to show even white teeth, which opened to release a warm chuckle... The woman on the canvas seemed to move forward a little, the artfully draped sheet slipping down her form, exposing full breasts that had only been hinted at in the original painting. Leaning forward, the woman reached outward from the painting, extending her hand to the artist, her creator, whose own hand moved without conscious thought in response. Instead of cold, oily acrylic, the artist's hand met warm, vibrant flesh. As she stood, still frozen in shock, her creation pulled slightly on her hand as she stepped completely from the painting. The sheet slid slowly down her body, leaving her breathtakingly naked. The skin glowed with life, more so than a moment ago. Taking another step, she brought her hand up to touch the artist's cheek, before leaning in and pressing her lips in a gentle kiss. The artist started as Time seemed to jump into fast-forward. Her senses reeled under the assault of tastes, smells, sounds, touches... the taste of two warm lips, followed closely by an even warmer tongue... the smell of the paint slowly drying... the sound of panting, whether hers or her creation's she could not tell... and finally the touch of hands upon her face, her shoulders, her hips, and the touch of two full breasts, their hard nipples brushing her own through the light T-shirt she wore. The hands which had been lightly brushing her body, leaving imprints of fire in their wake, now moved more purposefully. Tugging at the T-shirt and sweatpants, somehow removing both without breaking their kiss, followed by gentle urging in the direction of the bed... If the artist had any conscious thought, it was lost in the urgency of her feelings, and in the beauty of the woman before her. She let herself be guided to the bed in the corner, still unmade from that morning. Falling back, she closed her eyes and groaned as the kiss was finally broken. The groan turned into a gasp as she felt the woman kiss her neck, her shoulder, her breast. Another gasp as a tongue passed over her nipple, only to return and begin a gentle suction. As the woman shifted over to kiss the artist's other breast, her hands tugged at the side of the panties which were the last remaining obstacle between herself and her goal. With a hitch of her hips, the artist let the panties be pulled down her legs and off. The cool air let her know how wet she had become, matching the wetness on her nipples. Once again, hands like fire trailed across her body, stoking the furnace within. Pouting, bitable lips covered her in a frenzy of kisses, starting at her brow and moving downward, always moving... insistent... hungry. Eyes barely able to focus watched as the woman shifted in the bed, moving her kisses along. Now at her mouth, drinking greedily, now at her breast, gently biting her nipple, sucking the underside... now at her stomach, the tongue dipping into her belly-button... now across her hip, until finally... The artist pushed herself up on her arms, her legs spreading of their own accord, panting in anticipation. All she could feel was hot breath washing across her pussy, the kisses had stopped. Unable to think, unable to speak, she heard a whimpering sound and barely recognized it as coming from herself... And then her creation brought life back to her, returning the favour. Their lips met in a more intimate kiss, and this time her tongue felt even hotter than before. Falling back onto the bed, the artist brought her arms over her head as her creation's tongue lashed at her pussy, spreading the lips apart to delve deeply, then moving up to circle her clit, back and forth in an overwhelming rhythm. Then two fingers slid into her channel, followed quickly by a third. The woman was sucking steadily on the artist's clit as her fingers moved forcefully back and forth. When they began brushing at her G-spot, the artist let out a shriek. Feelings intensified rapidly as she rushed headlong toward her orgasm. Bucking her hips up, faster and faster, she felt herself peak... and then again... and then once more before she relaxed, panting as if she had just run the four minute mile. Almost unconscious, her eyes closed once again, and she felt the bed shift. Two warm lips met her own, and she tasted herself on her creation's tongue... and then the artist drifted off to sleep, a murmured 'thank-you' on her lips... Waking the next morning, she looked across the room to her painting. The beautiful, partially nude woman looked back at her enigmatically. Was is just a dream? Looking closer, she examined the painting. Everything was as it had been the day before. Except... was that smile a little broader today? Creation "The act of procreation could be thought of as silly unless you care about the person involved and when you care **deeply** about the person involved it can be elevated to something much more meaningful and emotionally involving than it really should stand any chance of being. It can become an expression of something spiritual and deeply felt." Candorwyn the Bard (without whom, none of this creativity would have been possible) *********************** He sensed her vulnerability. "Do you need a lap to come and snuggle in?" She blinked at him, trying to return from the insecurity of her thoughts. "I was going to say I'd quite like to sit by a fire and be hugged." "Hugging is always available," he said, standing up and moving to the hearth. She watched him take logs from the basket in the corner and place them carefully on the fire. "You'll like this pine log. When it starts to warm, the scent will be fantastic." He settled himself in the high backed, winged armchair by the fire, opening his arms as she came to him, burying herself deep in his lap, hiding her face in his chest. "Better?" She nodded, rubbing her nose in the warmth of his shirt. "I feel very safe." "You are safe." He sighed deeply, his fingers tangling in her hair. They sat in silence for long minutes listening to the hiss and crackle of the flames as the pine log released its resin. They watched it drip down into the flames. He sensed a change in her as she moved her position, turning herself so she leant back against him, his arm draped loosely across her. She looked up at him, her eyes suddenly golden in the firelight. "You weren't going to wear this shirt again tomorrow?" He caught his breath, "Oh - of course not..." He watched as she bent her head to his upper arm, trying not to flinch as the material began to rip as she tore it apart with her teeth, flinging the discarded cloth onto the floor. His arm felt suddenly chill as the draft from behind the chair began to play across his taut biceps. "I thought," she murmured, "this would be the perfect time to add a little something to this bare flesh. Flesh just aching to have teeth sunk into it, don't you think?" He found himself nodding slowly, his breath catching in his throat as he looked down at his arm. "Yes." He felt her cool lips kiss his cheek. "Of course the fangs will leave a mark. It might even be a coloured mark from the venom. It may sting a little, but that will soon pass." He felt each individual hair on the back of his neck stand, in a rippling wave that travelled down his spine and over his scalp, turning his head as the shiver-pulse swept over him. "Please..." he begged, opening his eyes to watch as she lifted his arm towards her mouth. "Please what, my love?" "Please do it. Drink Your fill... Lady." He felt her tongue begin to lave his skin, the saliva sticky and cool. "Peace, Beloved" the words echoed inside his head, causing the shivering to pass and his breathing to slow. He hardly noticed as her fangs slide into him, the sting - so pure, so exquisite. It was as if fire leaped from the hearth, filling his veins while his pulse began to slow further, beating a slow tattoo to the flames. She paused, allowing the venom to seep underneath his skin, watching the colour change and the skin begin to thicken where it touched. She withdrew her fangs and chose a new site along the muscle. This time, he was more sensitive to her touch. As the fangs slide into him, they seemed thicker and sharper, the venom darker and more viscous, the pain more marked, deeper. He cried out "Thank you.... Lady!" All his senses were afire now. He writhed and twisted as the poison raced along his system, his back arching as he forced his arm against her fangs. As her hand brushed his cheek, soothing him, instead of allowing the venom to trickle under his skin, he felt it pump into him, the skin raised and raw where it touched. "More!" He heard his own voice, hoarse and rasping and her soft liquid, chuckle reply. "Oh, my little one is eager for his banding! Once more and once more only!" He felt her fangs dive down again on the inside edge of his arm, the force so hard he could almost hear bone and sinew crunching, the venom milky white as it spurted into his flesh. He ground his teeth together groaning in delight. His entire skin was thick and scaled now, his muscles sleek and smooth. He pushed forward against her, nudging at her neck with his head, pushing her head to one side and licking her neck with his newly sensitised tongue - the exposed skin sweet, fragrant. His arousal swelled against her back as his arm was fixed across her chest, impaled by her fangs. Too soon, she withdrew from him, her fingers moving down to his hand, bringing it up to her mouth. She planted a single kiss in the centre of his palm before sinking her fangs again, blood bubbling to the surface. This time she licked the drops of blood as they welled up onto the surface of his skin, finally taking his essence into herself. He gave a long hissing exhalation as he slid them both from the chair onto the floor, his clothes disappearing as his sleek new skin came into contact with the soft warmth of the sheepskin hearthrug. His eyes closed as hr writhed against her, then he paused before dropping his mouth to her vulnerable throat. A hand stroked his hair. "Oh my love," she murmured, "what do you need from me? Take what you need - it is yours, from any part of me." His own newly exposed fangs tickled at her neck, his movements slow and sinuous a continuous smooth, easy, motion. His fangs pierced skin, as his hands carefully undraped her flesh. As her form became open and exposed, his mouth and needle-teeth were there, delivering subtle, stabbing, sweet pain that brought soft moans from her lips. His body rippled, twisting against her as the twin sting kisses became harsher, but she only murmured endearments into his ear, calling him "Dear one, Sweeting," as he stabbed her flesh, her whole body relaxing in his grip, writhing with him, rubbing skin to skin. He turned her to one side, winding his arms around her. Lying behind with one leg around her, their shapes linked as he slid gently inside her. Her body welcomed him as they rippled and twined together. With each wave of muscle, he slipped further into her, the outline of their two bodies blurring, becoming one, showing how much they were part of each other. Suddenly he drove his fangs into her shoulder, deep, and forceful, impaling her with these daggers. Then came the gentle sting of his lesser venom flooding into her as he reached his crest and flooded into her loins. He felt her body relax more, becoming still, almost ceasing to move, accepting everything he offered her, drawing it down deep inside; taking his essence and venom and transforming it into her flesh. As he felt her draw from him, his body began to spasm, the shuddering not violent but powerful. He groaned in delight as fluids began to leak over his skin - from her breasts, from her inner core, the flooding warmth washing over him as she slowly writhed and twisted, around and around to bathe him in her essence. Their motion became liquid, almost frictionless, gliding and sliding together. The strokes into her depths slower and more prolonged - seeking to fill - as though reaching and striving for some place, some depth never before known, unexplored; then slipping back out - sheer ecstasy in the slightest movement. He felt her tongue coating his face with saliva as he turned his head, allowing her to anoint him. Her legs were still entwined around him, allowing access to her deepest places, for there was no barrier, no ending. The venom pulsed inside as he sensed this ultimate opening to him. His phallus surged, the tip touching new places, new surfaces. As he rocked backwards and forwards he seemed to slide deeper - then struck... "Now, love, discharge your inner seed, release that which has never yet been spawned. Coat me where nothing has ever touched before." At the farthest point, a light dawned behind his eyes. A riptide roared along his shaft, bursting forth inside her, a swelling wash of heavy, sweet perfumed, fiery fluid. "Ahhhhhhh!" The cry was part release, part fear and the fear passed as he felt her body shudder beside him, her internal organs pulsing to his beat as she held him, draining him, emptying his All into her, spending himself. Once more her nipples leaked, but this time the fluid was thicker, subtly changed, white, creamy. "Feed, love." He dropped his head to her breast, twisting effortlessly to suckle greedily, drawing her teat into his mouth, and swallowing, lips and tongue working together - gently taking and taking as his hips rocked against hers. Once more he became aware of his phallus being coated with juices -soothing and replenishing it. "As you give all, so are you fed and nurtured. Thus are we both made whole by this exchange and transformation." He felt her hands upon him, holding, caressing, sustaining every part of his being, whilst in return, his own hands trembled as they touched and swept across her. He opened his eyes to find her gazing deeply into him. He saw himself within her and knew she saw herself within him, neither holding back, but opening their soul to the other's gaze. "This is what happens," he murmured. "We give and receive and are transformed in return." "Yes." Her arms tightened around him and he drew her deeper into his embrace, keeping her safe and warm as the fire hissed and crackled in the grate and the pine log crumbled into ash. Creationism Sorry. If you're religious, hoping for incest or some thing weird don't bother- I'm sure you'll find another story to suit you. Thank you. ******************************************** She was clever. She didn't ask me to go to church with her. Instead she asked me to accompany her and listen to her sing in the choir. She said there would also be a lecture. She drove and parked outside a church. I guessed it was ok to be there but was sure I wasn't going to any service. I hadn't been to church in over thirty years, long enough for me to be a determined atheist. We went inside. It was a little late to be in refusal mode. Suddenly there was silence and a man came in. He was dressed in a peculiar gown. He held his hands up, everyone bowed their heads and he said a prayer. It became increasingly apparent that I was at a church service giving thanks for things I hadn't asked for. I made to get up. Her hand came across and rested on my thigh. I relaxed. With a few more incantations everyone decided to have a feed. But the portions they handed round were offensively miserable. A thimble full of grape juice was offered too, its meagerness seemed to deliberately match the meanness of the food. I refused when offered mine. It didn't look at all sanitary. I made to get up and leave but her hand came across again and the gentle pressure on my thigh kept me seated. When all had quaffed their miserable portions a man was invited to speak. The subject was creationism verses evolution. He was a portly man who got up, young, with a belly that swung round behind the podium. He started with the "irrefutable evidence" of Genesis, the seven days and all that. Then he talked about Darwin, of how wrong he was and produced lots of "evidence" as proof. It was quickly apparent a lot of the evidence against Darwin was suspect. I leaned forward in the pew, tempted to say something. Helen's hand was on my thigh again and I relaxed back into my sitting posture. Several times Helen's hand was on my thigh. For her sake, I settled each time. But I was far from impressed. The Church was packed and everyone was agreeing with him, muttering in very Christian ways. Then he said something very stupid and it was simply too much. "Don't be dishonest!" I shouted from the pew. Helen's hand gripped my thigh and there was silence in the church. All eyes were on me, heads swiveled to get a view. He stood there silent for a while, trying to stare me into submission. "The facts are simple," he said, surprised and irritated that someone should challenge him. His tone had a touch of menace to it. "The facts aren't simple," I replied. The silence in the church deepened. He was quick though. "You're not smart enough to read the Bible, you'd better read my book." "You haven't interpreted the Bible at all well," I retorted. "How would you interpret it?" he shouted, and with the microphone was very loud. He was also losing his cool. Helen's grip on my thigh was painful, I brushed her hand away. She poked me viciously in the ribs. "That part of Genesis is God's little joke. It's the only part of the Bible where he's shown to have a sense of humor and you're depriving Him of it. He's simply saying of creation, "God knows!"" "You're wrong," he shouted at me. For a moment I thought people were beginning to stand up. Were they going to deal with me, a lynching perhaps? "If God really knew he'd be saying a lot more than those few lines in Genesis!" I shouted back. Helen's knuckles pounded my ribs so I grabbed her hand and held it. "You'll have to buy my book to know the truth, won't you!" he shouted back. Helen wrenched her hand away and belted my ribs again. "Why is Genesis so important to you?" I asked, "Isn't the New Testament more important? And what happened to the usurers in the Temple? Why haven't you been thrown out?" With that Helen got up and left, she walked out of the church in tears. "I have the floor," he shouted. "You may have the floor, but you don't have the truth," I yelled back at him. Outside, I heard a car door slam, an engine start and a car move off. Helen had gone. I sat there wondering about what I'd done and how I was going to apologize. I didn't have the right to upset Helen. It was inexcusable. I didn't give a damn about the little bastard selling his books. I wasn't going to leave; the little bastard would have to look at me for the rest of his talk. I sat there wondering what could happen next. The little bastard continued his talk, a lot of his confidence now gone. He continued looking at me as though to challenge me, but I suspected he was worried I might say something. Slowly the eyes of the audience returned to him. Down the front I saw a woman stand. She shuffled along the row, people moved like falling dominos to allow her to pass. I watched as she walked up the aisle, she was beautifully dressed and attractive. I was surprised when she stopped at my row, she started moving along it and I was very surprised when she stopped and sat where Helen had been. She reached out, caught my hand and gave it a squeeze. She looked at me and smiled. "Maggie," she said. We watched and listened as the talk wound up with a pitch to sell his bloody books. The preacher then came on and went through his rituals to the end. Both he and the speaker then stalked out of the church, they seemed to walk faster as they went past me. Maggie and I watched and then looked at each other. "Thank you, I'm Simon." "No need for thanks Simon, but you will need a ride home." She was still holding my hand and gave it an extra squeeze. The members of the congregation patiently waited their turn to get out of the church. Many looked at us with a curious and ambivalent interest. A few made their way towards us and started asking questions. I wasn't sure what to say but Maggie dealt with them. "Piss off!" she said. Soon we were alone and we too made our way out. The preacher and speaker had gone which relieved me a little. Maggie led the way and soon we were getting into her car. It was comfortably untidy. Inside, she leaned over and kissed me. "Well done," she said, "I hoped someone would challenge him." I giggled. "But, why me?" I asked. "'Cos you've got the balls!" She didn't ask me for directions. I wondered whether she knew where Helen lived because we were going in the right direction. Suddenly she turned and we were in the drive way of a house. "Welcome to my humble abode," she said, "I presume you'd like coffee?" We went inside. A small, white dog skittered around anxious to be picked up. I stooped, caught and lifted it up to pat. Maggie watched; there was a disbelieving look on her face. "Not many can do that. Trixie normally takes a long time to get to know." As I patted Trixie, Maggie turned the kettle on. "While you two are getting to know each other I'll go and change." I sat on a chair at the kitchen table, stroked Trixie, listened to the kettle and heard movement in the other room as Maggie changed. Soon Maggie returned, the elegance was gone and she was now comfortably at home in shorts and a tee shirt. Trixie and I watched as she made the coffee, her body lithe and quick. As she handed me my coffee she said, "Come," and I got up, with Trixie under one arm, and followed. Maggie offered me a seat on a long sofa and sat next to me. I hadn't noticed before but as she sat I saw her nipples showing through the white tee shirt. "That was a very sexy performance you gave in church," she said. I didn't know what to say. Trixie decided she was thirsty. I put her down and she went to her water bowl. "As I said, you have balls," she gave her coffee a stir and raised an eyebrow at me, "haven't you?" I chuckled and she smiled. "I like both creationism and evolution. I'm hoping we can evolve this into some creationism," she said and leaned into me. I put my arm over her shoulders, she was so close there was nowhere else I could put it. She pulled my hand down so it covered her breast. I don't know what happened next except nothing happened. Somehow we both stopped and sought our coffees to overcome the awkwardness as we listened to Trixie lapping water from her bowl. The little dog then went to inspect her food dish, sniffed at it and decided she wasn't hungry. Trixie returned and stood in front of me. She stared at me for a moment, rocked back on her haunches and with a high pitched sigh she stretched. She stood and stared at me, there was a challenging twinkle in her eye and suddenly she bit the leg of my pants. She growled as she tugged and shook her head. "She wants to play," Maggie said. I looked at Maggie, she smiled at Trixie's antics and watched the little dog confront her big enemy. I put my coffee down and suddenly dived at Trixie. The little dog jumped and started to run as I feinted at her. I touched her leg as she escaped. She was quick and as she ran around the room I chased her on my hands and knees. She jumped up on Maggie and quickly gave Maggie's nose a lick before jumping back onto the floor. "Right, young lady!" Maggie said and all three of us were on the floor. Maggie and I were on our hands and knees as we chased Trixie. It was fun and we laughed. As I turned to catch the flash of white my foot hit the coffee table and we both saw the black shoe polish I left. I took off my shoes. Maggie jumped around on her hands and knees, her tee shirt hung down and I could see a lot of her breasts as they jostled within the space. We both dived at Trixie but she was too fast and we caught each other. Awkwardly holding hands we laughed and Trixie jumped onto my back. "Get him Trixie," Maggie shouted. "Hey, I thought you were on my side!" "I was, when I thought you'd win!" "You think I'm going to lose?" "Yes!" "Ok, we'll see!" and on hands and knees I started to chase. Maggie's bum looked wonderful as, on all fours, she tried to escape. I was laughing as Trixie grabbed my shirt and Maggie turned around to help Trixie. Both tugged at my shirt. Buttons flew everywhere, I heard a rip of fabric and suddenly my shirt was off. We were laughing. Trixie cannoned around the room as though on a victory parade. "Come on Trixie, help me!" Maggie shouted. The little dog sat for a moment as Maggie waited for her chance to attack. Then Trixie ran towards me and Maggie pounced. There was a flash of white in front of me and from behind Maggie pulled my socks off. The little dog panted, her pink tongue hung out and her eyes twinkled. Suddenly Maggie came in to attack, the little dog scampered and quickly licked my nose before she raced off. I turned, grabbed Maggie's tee shirt and pulled. There were shrieks of laughter as the tee shirt came off. I was busy looking at Maggie's breasts. She had already undone the belt, button and zip on my pants. I reached around and with my fingers under the elastic of her shorts I pulled them down to her knees. I pulled off her shoes and socks as my pants slid down my thighs and together we attacked the last item of clothing we were wearing. As her panties were quickly pulled down so were my jocks. I felt her hand close around my cock, her grip was warm and firm. My hand covered her mound and a finger slid into her slit. We continued to move, trying to push each other off our knees. It was awkward with one hand occupied elsewhere, but I caught her and as she toppled she dragged me down too. As though choreographed, my tongue penetrated her slit as I felt her mouth close over my cock. Trixie skittered around, she licked my nose, then jumped on my back. I maneuvered between Maggie's legs, she lifted them to rest her feet on my back, her hands went down to find my cock and as I thrust forward she guided me into her. I kissed her lips and brushed my hands over her nipples as Maggie held my balls. Together our hips started, we thrust at each other with so much energy. Trixie stood on my back, her toenails dug into my skin as she rode me. Maggie was dripping, I was throbbing, we thrust at each other, hard and fast. I could hear her moans, her little cries and her panting breath. I could see her hair in disarray, her eyes fixed and her brow furrowed as we thrust. Her hands on my bum pulled me into her. Suddenly she screamed and started to tremble. With ataxic bursts of energy my hips thrust into her as electricity challenged the spaces in my head. I felt the relief of release as my juice spurted out to splash her walls. As our orgasms ended and we lay there, skin to skin, feeling as one, we held each other and kissed. The sweat of our bodies glued us together until we had the energy to disconnect. Trixie walked around us wondering what had happened to her game.