CONSTELLATION
CHAPTER XIX
Ana got back to her knees, wonderfully filthy with blood and sweat. Leah almost didn’t notice her, however. Her attention belonged to the One that had claimed her body and soul. The Mother of Chaos—her Mother! An unimaginable hunger had taken hold of her. Her demon-tainted pussy ached with incandescent lust, and she knew that nothing could ever fully satisfy the primal, fundamental urge to serve Her. Leah looked at the tall, young, dark-skinned woman and saw not mortal flesh, but the embodiment of chaos and lust and the very center of the universe—and her mind rode on boiling waves of desire as she imagined the apocalyptic future that She would unleash upon mankind, and her mouth watered with bloodthirst and cruel satisfaction.
All flesh must serve. All must fall into chaos and lust and darkness, and taste the ecstasy of Her corruption. In a flash of shameless sexual heat, she imagined herself at the Mother’s heels as the world descended into a cacophony of screams and moans. She imagined herself standing over the fallen and claimed as they squirmed, the seed of Leah’s forever-corrupted womb in their flesh, taking their souls, taking their will. Yesss!
“Leah,” said the perfect voice of her new God, and Leah returned to the present moment, a tear of joy rolling down her face as she stared into the dark sun of her universe. It didn’t even make it halfway down her cheek before it sizzled into steam. “Yes, Mother,” she said, chest tight with anticipation and purpose and desire. Use me, command me, fuck me, she thought, and her mind was alight with eager, zealous determination.
“Do you realize that none of this would have happened without you?”
Leah smiled cruelly. She might have been modest before, but that part of her had died along with the rest of her pathetic goodness. She licked her lips, and looked into the Mother’s eyes, and behind the black nothingness, she could feel more than see what was left of Samantha Collins, the young girl whose dead body lay on the floor now—the girl whose flesh she had healed after the battle for the fate of the world.
“Yesss,” she hissed. This was getting her off so hard. “I saved the third Herald from death. I was too weak to resist Ana. I could have stopped the Constellation. Instead, I ensured it.”
“You deserve a reward,” the Mother said, smiling wickedly, and Leah smiled with her, drawing a shivering breath. Her body burned with readiness.
“Thank you, Mother.”
“You and Ana,” the Mother said, smiling. “The whores that betrayed the world.”
Leah shot a sidelong glance at Ana, and their eyes met for a small moment of throbbing pride and lust and dark kinship. Fuck yes! Leah’s pussy was already moistening again when she remembered all the horrific things that Ana had done.
“You may mark yourself as my property,” the Mother said, turning her head, looking at the two dead bodies of the Heralds that hadn’t become the Mother’s flesh. Their breasts were adorned with the Mother’s anchors. Mina had small rings piercing her nipples, and Sam had little studs. Leah nearly creamed when she realized what she’d been offered.
“Yes, Mother,” she whimpered, blood roiling with lust and excitement.
“I want the rings,” Ana said with a smile—and Leah hissed at her as burning envy erupted in her chest. Suddenly it felt as if she’d never wanted anything more than she wanted those rings to adorn her willing flesh. To mark herself as visibly as possible as the Mother’s whore.
“No!” she said. “They’re mine!”
Ana looked at her, disgust in her eyes. “Fuck you. I was the one who made sure that your flesh served in the first place.” Her voice was hard and uncaring. “I get first pick, slut.”
Leah looked at the Mother, but the One that owned their souls just smiled wickedly, not offering any help. She obviously enjoyed the sight of former friends fighting. Leah gritted her teeth, facing the flesh-servant that wanted to take the Herald’s hot rings from her.
“Without me, Samantha Collins would have died and you’d be a soulless woman without anyone to serve,” Leah said, stepping up to Ana, staring into her eyes. “The demonic Seed in your womb would have withered and died, and you’d be nothing but wasted flesh.” Ana met her stare without flinching. Anger was boiling in Leah’s chest like lava. In a flash of frustration she remembered the Ana that had died, and how that old Ana would have backed down to avoid conflict—if Leah didn’t back down first. She hated her so fucking much.
“Without me,—” Ana began, but Leah cut her off. “No!!! Without you, the Mother would have had twelve gifts to claim this fucking world with instead of four, bitch!”
Ana’s hand shot forward and grabbed Leah by the throat.
“How fucking dare you, whore?” Ana growled, death in her eyes. “I’d crush your weak little spine if it wasn’t damaging the Mother’s property! I fucking made you! I took your will and then we took your pathetic soul! Because of me!”
Leah choked as she grasped at Ana’s hands, trying to pry them off her neck. But Ana’s corruption was stronger than hers. Her flesh had served for longer. Her grip was like iron, and Leah struggled and fought, but Ana’s fingers remained tight around her throat. The flesh-servant looked at Leah, eyes hard and dead and pitiless as the moment dragged on and on and Leah’s vision began to blur and turn dark at the edges. The air in Leah’s lungs burned like acid. Her throat throbbed with pleasure that was crushing pain. Her head spun as she uselessly gasped for air.
“I submit,” she croaked with her last remaining breath, and the words hardly managed to escape her constricted airways. “I’m… sorry!”
Ana stared her down for another moment, and then finally, she let go. Leah collapsed to the floor, panting. For a moment, nothing happened. Ana simply stared at Leah, almost daring her to try something.
“No, you’re not,” Ana finally said, her voice dismissive and mocking. Leah looked back at her, the shame of defeat curdling at the back of her throat. But as the humiliation sunk in, she found a grim pleasure in being weaker than her. It was true that Leah had Ana to thank for being freed of her soul. Without Ana’s betrayal, none of this would have happened. Ana had made her into willing flesh. Kneeling at her feet felt appropriate, and it was something she could definitely get used to.
“No. Of course I’m not sorry,” Leah scoffed, voice hoarse, as she smiled back at Ana. “But I submit. Take what you want. I’ll take the chaff.”
“I’ll take you after we’re done,” Ana scoffed, and Leah’s pussy squirmed.
Then, Ana turned away and stepped over the discarded corpses of the Heralds. She removed the nipple rings from Mina’s dead body as the Mother looked on with an amused expression. They all watched the former Scholar of the Order push the metal rings through her dark flesh at the tip of her breasts, piercing her nipples and marking herself as the first among the Mother’s flesh. Droplets of blood ran down her naked breasts, and she wiped them off with her thumb and licked it clean. She looked so fucking hot. Leah couldn’t wait to lick her cunt. If the Constellation hadn’t fully enraptured them earlier, she would have fucked her raw already.
Next it was Leah’s turn. Her heart raced with arousal and forbidden excitement as she knelt down and removed the first stud from Sam’s breasts. Violating the young Herald’s body felt transgressive in a way that Leah wouldn’t have thought she’d still be able to give a shit about. But she did. This was a Herald’s body. Taking something from it felt like stealing from Her. But as she pulled out the second piece of metal from dead flesh, she realized that this was just one more way of claiming and subjugating Samantha Collins. One more way of ending her.
Yesss! You’re gone! There’s nothing left of you that doesn’t belong to her!
She looked behind herself, into the Mother’s black eyes, knowing that the corrupted essence of Samantha Collins was watching her through those eyes as she knelt over her dead body. The Mother smiled, as if she’d read Leah’s thoughts. She continued.
The agony of piercing her nipples was overwhelming, and she moaned shamelessly as she pushed them into her flesh—and the Mother’s corruption twisted the pain into nothing but pleasure. Yesss! When she was done, she looked down at herself and took in her wonderful naked body, marked by the piercing as willing flesh. It’s all yours, Mother! she thought as she looked at the terrible, wonderful creature that had consumed her soul. Thank you.
She took her place next to Ana, and together they knelt before their Mother, presenting their pierced tits, presenting their willing flesh.
“We’re yours,” Ana said, her soulless eyes burning with devotion and purpose, and Leah repeated after her. The Mother nodded, and excited arousal rippled through her.
The Mother raised Her right hand. It was a fluid and graceful motion, almost innocent-looking. But as She extended her arm towards Leah and Ana, the air seemed to compress in Leah’s ears and reality started to vibrate and sing around her—and like a thousand needles in her skin and a thousand kisses on her clit, the world turned into opaque ecstasy. Pleasure and pain kissed and penetrated each other in Leah’s core, and her mind drowned in the Mother’s black joy. At the tip of her breasts, she felt the sizzling, searing heat of her glowing anchors, literally red-hot, pulsating with the resonance that owned her.
Leah could feel the Mother’s will and feel Her thoughts—and she caught a glimpse into the expanse of three intermingled minds as the Mother granted her full access to Her resonance. She felt the pitiless hatred and purpose that lay at the core of the Mother’s lust—and the magnitude of Her evil expanded into vast, incomprehensible grandeur. In the endless ocean of that wonderful hatred, Leah tasted the sweet death of a hundred thousand souls, and she swam in the Mother’s wet memory of consuming and claiming and destroying.
And among the legions of consumed souls, the Mother guided her to two particular ones. Yesss! Leah tasted ancient blood and the fresh memories of herself, and Ana—and her mind was suddenly filled with the vivid moments of their deaths, and she tasted the memory of their corruption. She tasted Ana’s soul. She tasted her own! And as she taste how their innocence had died, pleasure exploded around her until everything was bright hot lust and sex and she came and came and came so hard, and her mind turned blank with ecstasy and she screamed and hissed and her serving flesh burned and convulsed and she came and she came and the world was gone and she came and she came and there was only pleasure. There was only Her. There was only Her. There was only Her!
Finally Leah’s mind returned to her after a lifetime of disjointed dreamlike thoughts; Thoughts of violence, thoughts of sex, thoughts of corrupted flesh and soulless black eyes and thoughts of her beautiful dark-skinned Goddess. She was back in the present—back in her own hot, corrupted body. She sighed with exhausted gratitude, not at all surprised to find herself lying on the floor like a broken doll, next to a moaning Ana.
The Mother smiled down at them with a detached expression as Ana and Leah recovered from their mind-shattering orgasms. She looked amused, as if the two of them were small animals she’d managed to do a successful experiment on. “That was fun,” she said. “Let’s move on, shall we?”
With weak knees, they sat up and followed the Mother as her Goddess strode across the Sanctum—toward Sister Jeanne! Leah’s dark heart leapt with cruel enjoyment. Even though she’d just experienced the most amazing release of her life, her pussy already tightened with the evil lust, and she watched rapturously as the Mother commanded Ana to free the woman’s mind. The living Gift on the Mother’s shoulder skittered excitedly as it smelled ripe flesh ready to be claimed.
Jeanne blinked, her eyes first confused, then concerned, and then—in a snap—violently afraid.
“No!!!” screamed the woman as she awoke from trance, and beheld her doom—and Leah could only imagine the wonderful fear and despair in Jeanne’s mind as the last woman of the Order realized what had happened, and what was about to happen to her.
The Mother raised her hand against Jeanne, and suddenly Leah couldn’t help but see Jordan as the one doing it. She knew that all the Heralds were equally part of the Mother, Sam and Mina and Jordan—but looking at Her, it was only Jordan’s body. Leah couldn’t help but see that young black girl that had fought so hard to stay herself. Jordan was the one she had known. The one she had cared about. The one that she had tried to save.
Leah’s pussy squirmed with the knowledge that Jordan was gone, and that her flesh served, and that she had fucked herself when her soul had died—screaming like a whore as she proclaimed that she was willing flesh. Seeing her body being the one inhabited by the Mother was one more exclamation point behind Jordan’s final dying screams in Leah’s memory.
The Evil that Jordan had offered her flesh to extended her arm against her victim, and Leah could feel the resonance spike and crash—and Jeanne let out a high-pitched squeal of distress. Her body shook and trembled, and her eyes went wide with fear and terror as it entered her mind. She gasped, and a moan escaped her—and Leah could see her nipples stiffen. Another moan, and her eyelids were fluttering, and her hips were bucking. Another, and her breaths had become shallow, and her mouth hung open, and her eyes looked at nothing—and she panted and moaned and slowly gyrated her body in time with the overwhelming resonance that had crushed her mind.
Leah’s hand was between her legs again. She remembered the willful, strict woman that Jeanne was, and already saw nothing of that in the pacified, docile eyes of the naked woman in front of her. Nothing could resist the resonance of the mother now, especially this close to the Source. Not even the warded minds of an anointed member of the Order.
“Very good,” the Mother said. “Can you hear me, Jeanne?”
“Mmmmyes Mmmmistresssss” the woman slurred. “Icannnnheaaaar youuuuu.”
Leah shivered with arousal. Fuck yes! She’s already ours! She will serve!
“You’re mine,” the Mother said, smiling cruelly. “Give yourself to me.”
“Yessss,” Jeanne said with a soft gasp—as if she’d surprised herself. She meekly stepped forward, offering her lips, offering her self, and the Mother met her in a deep, violent kiss, arms clasping around the helpless woman as she pressed Her black lips against hers, not easing off, not letting go as Jeanne began to moan in sudden distress. Leah could feel the resonance swell and slosh as it surged between the Mother and Her prey, and Jeanne whimpered urgently and painfully, and the air felt suddenly hot and tempestuous, and the resonance bucked and crashed and spilled—and Jeanne went limp in the Mother’s arms.
The Mother withdrew her lips with a deep breath, and a strand of thick dark liquid stretched between their mouths as they separated. More of it ran down Jeanne’s chin as the woman’s head lolled lifelessly on her neck.
The Mother let go of her, and Jeanne collapsed to the floor like a ragdoll. She hissed with pleasure, licking her lips as she sensuously drew Her hands down Her body, smearing droplets of black liquid across her naked flesh.
“Your soul tastes bitter, Jeanne,” she said with a mocking smile. “Didn’t have a joyful life, did you?”
Leah watched the lifeless form of Jeanne, eagerly anticipating what she knew was coming. Her middle finger was buried deep in her cunt. She looked around herself, and saw that Ana and Ellie were busy tending to their own hungering slits. Leah soaked herself in the hotness of their naked serving flesh, and for a moment she locked eyes with Ana. There was no goodness in them. No humanity. No soul. Fuck yes!
Leah’s gaze wandered greedily down Ana’s naked body, catching on her dark red nipples and the wonderful Anchors that pierced them, glistening in the candlelight. Then, a sudden movement drew Leah’s attention away from Ana’s swaying tits. On the floor beneath them, Jeanne had opened her eyes, and Leah gasped when she saw her darkest imagination become reality. She bucked, holding in her breath, stopping herself from pushing harder, waiting for what was about to happen.
Jeanne’s soulless eyes found the Mother, and the flesh-servant spread her legs for Her, fingers diving into the wetness between her swollen folds. Her mouth widened into a wicked smile, her expression hard and intense and full of selfish lust and absolute conviction.
“I am willing flesh,” she said, and Leah’s fingers could no longer resist the gravity of her aching clit.
“I am Yours,” Jeanne promised with burning eyes, and pleasure shot up Leah’s spine and exploded through her corrupted body and set her willing flesh alight with blinding orgasm—and again she came hard for the Mother, but mostly for herself.
And as she screamed and bucked and groaned, so did the others. They all served now. They were the first drops of an unending torrent that would drown the Earth until nothing remained but the wonderful, perfect Chaos that forever ruled their corrupted hearts—Until the Mother’s will burned behind every pair of hot, soulless eyes—Until the world had been freed from the illusion of compassion and mercy and goodness—Until every last human being had been corrupted and claimed and finally turned into the one and only thing they were meant to be:
Willing flesh.