Earth Goddess' Nectar: The Complete Novella: (Paranormal Fantasy Erotica) (8 page)

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 we 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 the 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.

Eshabaar is right about one thing at least. Nathan Thorne should have nothing to do with the financial future of the company.

Andrew checked his phone and saw no new messages from his errant brother.
Typical. He’s probably betting on a pit bull fight in the city, his thousand dollar suit speckled by blood as he tosses wads of cash into the pot.
Andrew walked over to the pod and saw Thaddeus sleeping at his terminal. Microphones were blaring heavy metal music into his ears as he drooled on his keyboard.
No doubt trying to block out the Sisters’ howls.

The surrogates had been unusually savage when they reentered the bath, their faces animalistic as they clawed at the earth mother and fought over her dangling breasts. Emma had passed out and sunk beneath the surface, and Andrew had to grab her by the wrist and shelter her in a corner while the goddess fed her flock. It was a voracious feeding. Both Ramona and Trisha had drawn blood from the goddess’s breasts, their teeth breaking skin as they glugged down as much milk as possible.

When it was over, Eshabaar had floated on the surface of the milk bath for a few minutes, her eyes closed and her usually flawless hair fanned lazily around her head. She appeared so emaciated and exhausted that Andrew feared for her life, but when he started to swim to her, she dipped beneath the milk and disappeared.

She doesn’t like to display her weakness, especially after a feeding like that.
Andrew noticed the rain and wind buffeting the exterior of the compound when he looked at the outside camera feed.
She better get back soon. This storm looks like its settling in for the long haul.

His thoughts were disturbed by the vibrations of his phone. Desmond. The last time the haggard servant called had been the day of his mother’s passing.
Wonder what he has in store now.
“Des, its Andrew.”

“Mr. Thorne, I just received an urgent phone call from Nathan. He is coming down here to the old house. Apparently there has been an unfortunate incident at a nightclub…”

The Bloodhound was
never
the bearer of good tidings.

“Well, I’m a little preoccupied over here. Tell him to clean up his own mess; he’s made enough of them, he should know the drill. I can’t be the guy bailing him out forever.” He hated saying these words, but his hand had been forced by Nathan’s constant recklessness.

“I agree entirely, Andrew. But this matter is rather sensitive. You see, he is talking of selling his stake in the company to a Japanese conglomerate, something about diversification. The Japanese are natural competitors, so I felt it imperative to contact you at once. He was rambling, I grant you, but I think I got the gist. Andrew? Andrew, are you there?”

The phone fell from his fingers as he ran out into the torrential rain and jumped into his car.

Stupid, selfish cocksucker! He’s sold his share to one of our competitors? Has he lost his fucking mind?
As he steered through the downpour and raced to the nearby Thorne Manor, he reflected bitterly that it may be too late to save the company from Nathan’s flagrant incompetence and irrationality. Blown sludge sprayed from his tires as he rounded corners at breakneck pace, driven both by mindless anger and an unspeakable fear of the things that he could lose.
Eshabaar. The Sisters. And Emma… Her most of all…

The old house was a rambling skeleton of its former self, but Desmond kept everything running fairly smoothly. It looked desolate behind the sheets of rain, but Desmond was waiting outside. He was holding a lantern over his cadaverous skull when Andrew parked his car in the driveway. The old housekeeper was pacing nervously in the onslaught, the umbrella in his other hand vainly trying to stave off the rain.

Andrew took a deep breath and gazed at the towering parapets and the gnarled gargoyles flanking the huge double doors.
The playground of the blessed Thorne twins is now a tomb awaiting demolition. How could everything possibly have changed so much?

He climbed out the car and walked over to the Bloodhound.

“Where is he, Des? I’m going to fucking flay him for this. Is he in the study?”

Desmond looked at him with the bloodshot, heavily-lidded eyes that had earned him his moniker.

“I’m afraid Nathan is attending to another matter. Begging your pardon, but what is the matter with your face?”

“My face,” blurted out Andrew confusedly before the poor sap hidden inside the umbrella crashed into the side of his head and knocked him unconscious.

“Yes, Sir,” grumbled the caretaker as he stood over Andrew’s slumped body, the scene bathed in the lantern’s eerie yellow light.

“It’s awfully familiar.” He chuckled to himself as he dragged Andrew’s body into Thorne Manor.