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[b][u][center]Heaven Damned 2

Like Oil and Water

For DuskCypher

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Whether it had been months or days was hard to tell. The constant shifting from Heaven to Hell and the other worlds between had taken its toll on God – or Jehovah, as Lilith continued to insist on calling him – and he knew for a fact that it was impossible to tell just how much time had passed. The hours of Heaven, the months of Hell, the decades of the World Begotten, as he and Lilith had taken to calling the new universe, were all muddled for him. It was impossible to judge how long he had spent in one world by measuring it against another, and he dared not think about it too long. It would only take his fury further.

And that was saying something, considering that Lilith had already pushed him further than he had imagined he could be pushed.

“Leaving again?” she asked.

God clenched his fists at his side, looking over his shoulder at the white-furred fox. She had rounded out since that fateful night, and much as he regretted what had happened, he had hoped – naively, stupidly – that there would be some benefit from it happening. Perhaps some little pleasure that he could take from her, some responsibility that he might extract from the other deity to get her to be somewhat responsible for anything in her life.

Nothing of the sort had happened. She was as hands-off with him as she had been with everything else in her miserable existence. She would not promise to care for the children in any specific way, she would not attend to any needs of his (not that he would admit most of them) and her way of ruling Hell was anathema to him. Every little opportunity to make things better was cast to the wayside by her refusing to give a single order to her subjects. She was weak, weak as could be…

And yet, Hell stood as strong as Heaven as long as she was still around. He growled as he turned his head away from her.

“Fine. Leave then. But you’ll be back. You must be back…for them…”

God didn’t have to look back to know she was cradling her stomach. Ever since she’d told him that they’d…done this…he had been thinking of what would happen going forward.

Children. The angels considered him their heavenly father, but not one of them had ever been born of a true breeding with someone else. They had been created, birthed of his realm, not of his loins. They didn’t matter in the same way, weren’t so real and…and potent as these children would be.

[i]Born to her. Her, of all…[/i]

The insults came constantly. Whether from him or from her, it didn’t matter; they were flying back and forth faster than they could think to stop them. He’d lost count of the number of times that he’d seen her face fall in shock, or her eyebrows clench in fury. The same expressions had crossed his face again and again, as well. It was only a matter of time before one or the other of them went too far.

“You’ll be back. Right?”

She asked it every time that she drove him away. Every single time that he lost his patience, he walked out. He had yet to strike her – something that he half-imagined that she wanted him to do, some days – but the temptation was there. Oh, it was there, and if she weren’t pregnant –

“I’ll be back,” he muttered, turning away. “For them, if nothing else.”

After all, he couldn’t leave her to raise them. They would be like babes before the storm. She would not be there to protect them. Correct them. Train them.

Only he could do that. And only he…

He was losing it. He had to go. Now.

His power rushed down his hand with the heavenly fires that he’d made his own. Bright, shining as the sun, he curled them into a golden archway. It led away, not from Hell to Heaven, but from Hell to the world that they had made.

“Jehovah –”

He was gone. She was silent, and he felt…less angry. Not much, but a little.

Enough that he only destroyed one planet instead of an entire galaxy.

As he shattered the planet beneath him, it was a reminder that this universe was not solely his creation. The planet broke beneath his power, but it was not the instantaneous break that he would have managed in Heaven, nor was it the exertion that it might have been in the Bar. Instead, it was the feeling of reaching out, feeling his hand fitting into a glove made just for him, and then feeling someone else’s hand around his own, a palm atop his hand, and one that fought against him as much as it worked with him.

One more reminder that it was not his world, no matter how much Lilith had ceded it to him. She had offered him all the power and all the responsibility over this universe as he liked, and now…now he had to use it.

Fighting in a way that he had not had to in millennia, he rammed his power through the outer crust of the planet right to its beating heart. With a roar that echoed through the cosmos, God ripped the planet right in two.

It wasn’t enough.

He punched the rubble that spread around the molten heart of the planet, beating it into smaller and smaller chunks. Each one had the face of a demon, of a creature of Hell, of one of the other, lesser gods that he had to acknowledge as someone close to his own power, someone beyond his authority.

One after another was pounded into rubble, into rocks, into dust. He kept breaking them, shattering them, spending his anger on the pieces of a planet that was swiftly becoming less than a moon, and then less than asteroids.

It was only when it was done, when there was nothing left but the dust that it had been born of, that he managed to stop himself. The tiger floated there, hanging in the space between stars and planets, and grunted as he made himself stop. He controlled himself, caught his breath, and looked at the empty space that he had created.

After all, for all that he had rent a planet apart, it was not destruction. God did not destroy needlessly. It was only…reformation, forcing something into a better, more suitable purpose than it had started. That was all that it was.

He spread his arms, guiding the dust and the fragments of rock into a large ring. It spread further around him, spreading outward, spiraling until it was in a great loop around the four inner planets of the solar system. The rest of the planets were kept at bay, the greatest of the gas giants on the outer ring swinging in its own orbit. As if it had a consciousness of its own, the great red spot on its surface swung away, like an eye refusing to meet his gaze after what he had done.

Of course, it had no such consciousness. It was merely a trick of the moment, and he shook his head as he turned his attention to the rest of the Begotten World.

It was beautiful in its own way, given an order that matched his own realm of Heaven but with a strange sense of randomness and a lack of destiny that surely came from Lilith. As the planets spun in an elaborate dance, God looked ahead and imagined where they would go. Falling, spreading further through the black, some of the planets would eventually die, crashing together when their sun finally exploded, or losing their grip on the galaxy and spinning off into the nothingness, freezing or burning by turns depending on where they ended up.

This was a realm of impermanence, of horrendous mortality, despite being born of two gods. Or perhaps it was because it was borne of two of them, that it was so unstable.

Yes, that was the reason, he decided. This universe was worse for the addition of another god rather than being born of his singular vision. A pity that it couldn’t have come from him alone; if that had happened, then there would have been a second Heaven here, a second chance for perfection.

[i]And a place to send my children…[/i]

As it stood, this was an empty system, bereft of most of the life that he had created for himself in Heaven. The planets around him were hardly suitable for most forms of life, save for…

Save for the third one, the third spinning rock around the sun. Blue, green, brown, it had an aura to it that was different to its sibling spheres, and with his rage spent, God let himself be drawn to it. He flew at a speed that defied understanding, appearing on its surface, and he looked around.

There was no need to protect himself on this planet, no need to worry about anything. The air was clear and clean, no longer so harmful as it had been when the world had first burst into existence. The earth was clean, and the air cleaner. The water had cooled in the streams, and he could feel the first auras of life around him. Life that had come as a result of its own urging rather than any creation that he or anyone else might have done.

Was it frightening? Perhaps slightly. Perhaps a trifle. He had never imagined that something [i]could[/i] come to life of its own accord. Creation was supposed to come about at the direction of those that created their own realms, not from the realm itself.

He clenched his hands at his sides, but only for a moment. A wave of relaxation spread across him, and he smiled as he brought his hands to his neck, adjusting his tie before smoothing out his suit, letting it lie flat across his shoulders. An idea had come to him, and it felt right.

After all, the world might have been providing itself with life, but that didn’t mean that it had a dominant species yet. He could create that. He could make it like him…

No. Not like him.

Less than him. But better than anything around him. And empty, willing to follow orders, and do what they were told.

The thought was enough to soothe the last of his anger and bring a smile to his face. This…this was what he was good at. This was where he took his pleasure: creation, manipulation, and ensuring that things were made properly.

[i]And perhaps…Lilith will take some comfort from this, as well.[/i]

For if nothing else, God was dead-set on making it clear that he was the better of the two of them. [i]He[/i] was the one that held to the rules, did things properly, and would be the sort of father their children needed.

As the tiger glanced around the empty valley where he stood, he imagined what this place could become. His Heaven was filled with clouds, with streets of gold and shimmering skies where daylight shone on everything. His angels sung his praises day in and day out, believing in him with the utmost faith of the most devout creatures in the universe, and his archangels, the closest thing that he had to children at that moment, were there to tend to the day-to-day details. They believed in him, almost fanatically so, and he encouraged that.

Here, there was nothing yet, but there could be. Houses, homes, made of the stone that littered the valley. Wood could be polished and made into fine doors and ornaments – though that would require more trees than were currently populating the valley – and the creatures of the earth and the fields could become useful.

If they were obedient.

If they earned it.

If they served him properly.

God put the thought out of his mind, closing his eyes as he began to imagine what he would shape the earth of this world into. For the earth it must be: he would breathe life into the shapes that he created, just as he had done with the angels, but the earth would be less than the essence of sky that he had shaped them with. He would not give them the same choice, not yet.

Not yet.

[i]Not yet…[/i]

God toyed with the idea of never giving them that choice. Free will had always been somewhat required among the angels, at least to some extent. They chose to serve him, though their choices were curtailed and focused on reminding them of his power, his grace. And yet, at the same time, there was something that he always had to worry about. They were always potentially – unlikely, very unlikely, but potentially – on the edge of control. There was always the potential for rebellion due to the free will that he [i]had[/i] to allow for their worship to grant him power.

But here…in a world that he didn’t need, or even want…what if he never allowed that to happen? What if he just…gave them everything [i]but[/i] the capability for free will?

It was an appealing thought. Very, very appealing.

Once more, God put that out of his mind. He could consider that after giving them their forms, their shape, their first real sense of self. He reached out into the earth, and the golden light of his power flowed down his arms and into the ground. As he felt the same mixed connection that he had when he ripped a planet apart, he forced the power to obey him. Life, desperate to be born, responded.

He drew forth shapes made of earth and stone, slowly chiseling away the debris and creating two shapes quite similar to his own. Pointed feline ears, soft muzzles with a narrower, more pointed shape compared to his own, and slender bodies began to take shape. They were smaller, weaker than him, something more akin to what one would find in a house, cared for and pampered, than what one would find in the wilderness of the world. No great muscles on them, no firm body like his own, but they shared the grace that his own body had, which would be enough for him.

One body he made male, and the other female. The former was given some attention, some basic effort to make sure that it wasn’t an embarrassment to have created it in the first place, but the latter…

God leaned over the formation of the female, taking the time to mold her with his hands in a way that he never would have with the male. A light touch along her chest enhanced her bosom, and a little more attention around her rump gave her…perhaps a trifle more than she needed, but it was a better look for her, he decided. Better, more fulsome, more attention-grabbing. Certainly more useful for her mate than being flat and uninteresting.

The more that he touched her, the more that he considered what he had created in the first place. She was…smaller than him, by some way. Almost as small as Lilith was compared to him, though that was not intentional. He adjusted that, making her smaller still, no more than five feet in height, sufficient for him to loom over her and be seen as the god that he was. His hands drifted from her rump, rounded and thick, to her hips. He flared them out, making them proper and wide for children, and he shook his head as he continued to circle her.

A different frustration started to make itself known. Since that night with Lilith, he had hoped that there would be…something, he supposed, between them. The duties of man and wife, at the very least, could have been pleasurable. As detestable as she was as an individual, even he would admit that she had a great deal of pleasure to offer her partners. That night, as loathsome as the result had been, had been the most blissful in his life.

He realized that he was starting to form her breasts on the doll before him, and he stopped himself, growling under his breath. He pulled his hands down, aware of his arousal, his need, his want.

[i]This is unsuitable of me…[/i]

And yet, at the same time, here was a solution. No thinking creature, this, but just a doll of earth, clay, and stone. If he would breathe life into this, if he gave it what it needed to be ‘living,’ then it could satisfy him.

[i]Or at the very least…[/i]

He glanced at the male. That one was more ill-formed, less complete than the female. If only for the sake of making things properly equal, ensuring that they were complete as a set rather than just for his own pleasures, he might as well ensure that the male had what he needed.

God enhanced the height of the male cat, bringing it to three inches taller than the female. Not much, but enough to mark it out as something that might be able to take care of her. He ran his hands over the cat’s chest, his shoulders, his arms. Each place swelled, though only in ways that were lithe and lean. No great muscles, there; he would not take a challenge to his own power, not from something so small and weak.

Further down, a rump that was…mostly flat, though powerful enough to carry the male about. He cupped his hand between the male’s legs, doing his best to ignore the feeling of a shaft between his fingers as he rubbed and pulled, dragging it out by one inch, then another, until it reached no more than six.

[i]Enough for him,[/i] he thought.

He stepped back, looking at the still dolls that he had created. They were cats, long-eared and short-furred, with nothing to cover them. They had no need to be covered, for that matter, and for what he wanted…

What he desired…

God shook his head. He had managed to push his anger and frustration with Lilith and the situation that she had left him with to the side for a while, but now that he was alone, now that he had no chance of being seen, it was impossible not to think of the unfairness she’d saddled him with.

A universe only half under his power, but left entirely to him, and children that he had never consented to, but were going to be his responsibility as well, if the way that she had treated him and her people and this world were any indication: that was what she’d left to him. Nothing that he wanted, nothing that he had time for, and yet, he was the one that had to be responsible. He was the one that had to be good.

If it wasn’t for the archangels in Heaven, he wouldn’t have the time to be here, or visit her, or –

He was growling again. He hadn’t even realized it, but he was growling again. Shaking his head, God looked at the two dolls before him, focusing on the light of his own power, and breathed.

The golden light spread from his jaws, touching the lips of the two felines before being sucked in. The soft orange fur coats gleamed with the inner light as it spread further and further, almost like veins beneath their flesh before fading. They were still for a moment, then took their first breath. Then another, and another, each one growing more regular with less of a gap between them until they were alive. Properly, fully alive.

Their eyes opened, flicking about, and God waited until they finished looking about the empty plains and fixed their attention on him. He smiled benevolently, looking down at them with his head cocked forward.

“Welcome to your lives, mortals.”

They said nothing. Of course, they wouldn’t; they had little in the way of intelligence just yet. The breath of life only gave mobility to their limbs of earth and stone, set their blood to flowing as it was created, made them aware of the world. They had nothing in the way of language, not yet. He wondered if they really needed it in the grand scheme of things, but decided not to think too hard on that just yet.

He leaned back against one of the few plants in the empty plain, crossing one leg over the other as he looked over the pair of them. The female looked at him with a hunger in her eyes, and the male looked at the female with the same hunger in his. God reached down, adjusting his own bulge as he cleared his throat.

“You.” He addressed the male. “From now on, your name is Adam.”

The cat nodded.

“And you.” He turned to the female. “You will be called Eve.”

She nodded.

“Speak.”

“Yes, Lord God,” they said together.

So, some information had gone across as he breathed life into them. He nodded to himself, adjusting his growing erection as he felt that need growing further. Submission, obeisance…completely empty of any need to rebel…

But without the same willing worship that came from the angels. He shook his head, putting that out of his mind. There were tradeoffs to everything, and this was the tradeoff here.

“Come to me.”

He waved at Eve, and she stepped forward, her body already falling into the simple walk of a woman that knew what she had. He had given her a breeder’s body, unintentionally perhaps, but he had, and the way that she walked, and swayed, and left herself completely open for him to stare at told him what her body wanted, even if she didn’t have the brain to ask for it yet. She looked at him as something greater, something more powerful, as someone that was her lord, and her body responded as her nipples grew stiff and her body grew more heated. She dripped down her thighs, and by the time she stood before him, she looked like nothing less than his angelic servants with her eagerness to do what she was told.

“Kneel.”

She fell to her hands and knees, her eyes fixed on him, her mouth hanging open with an expression both dull and stupid, and yet worshipful, as if even in her stupidity, she understood what he was. Something greater, something mightier.

“Adam.”

The male looked up from Eve’s rump, looking at God. There was something to him, something different. God wondered, was there a point to giving the female between his legs to Adam?

[i]No…I can give him to Lilith…[/i]

Of course, that would take some time, some modifications to the body that he had given the male to match Lilith’s hungers and desires, but it would be something, at the very least. Something that she could indulge in, something that might raise her spirits, and keep her from expecting quite as much from him.

He could create far more in this world, he supposed, more that would take care of the earth beneath them and the children that they would have. Perhaps – perhaps that was something that he could build into this. Their children would have their own world, a place to rule, a place to control and build and shape the way that they wanted.

That had to be good, right?

That had to be something worthwhile…

His thoughts were brought back to the physical as Eve breathed over his crotch, her nose barely an inch from the tent in his suit. God shook his head.

“Adam. Take care of yourself while I take care of her.”

“Yes, Lord God.”

Adam reached down between his legs, and God looked away. He had no interest in other men; all of his attention was focused on the female that had come to him, that had offered herself to him, and he would take her now.

In seconds, his clothes were gone, his body bare. His cock rose and tapped her on the nose, and the smaller feline shivered, opening her mouth without a word. He pulled her down by her ears, ignoring the little huff and grunt of discomfort as he dragged her lips down his shaft. Little by little, she swallowed it, and he groaned as his cock disappeared down her throat, getting massaged from head to base as he sheathed himself inside of her.

It was less than Lilith in purely physical feel, but better than the angels, and better than her as he realized that they would do whatever he wanted. No arguments over what holes were allowed and which were not, none of the gagging and growling, no biting or fighting for who was allowed to be on top.

No, there was none of that. Eve was nothing more than a living doll, a plaything, and that was all that he needed.

He pulled her up and down, all but slamming her face against his cock, forcing it down her throat time and time again. He used her, rutting her, thinking of how she looked so right and proper down there. This female knew her place, and he could make an entire race of them, an entire species where they could learn from the start what the nature of service was. Service to him, and those that he put over them.

In, out, in, out, the wet warmth of her lips playing over his cock, her tongue dancing beneath the head and tickling the sensitive spot under it, her nose puffing against his crotch every time that she bobbed down to the base: there was no teaching needed, nothing but guidance as he pushed her around, posed her head, used her as an extension of himself. She didn’t complain, didn’t even gag. All she did was suck, and swallow, and suck again.

At the edge of his awareness, he knew that Adam was having his fun, stroking himself to the show. He imagined that if he gave the male permission, he would leap on Eve’s rump and hump away, but for now…for now, God would have his fun.

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[i]Popping out of her mouth, his cock throbbed, spitting cum over her face. He would have never done this to his angels, but he liked the look. The way that she huffed, the way that she drooled, the way that she looked like something so much less: it was the way that his partners should look when a god was done with them.

“Come. Have your pleasure with her mouth,” God said, waving for Adam to come forward. “But just her mouth…”

And as the two cats had their fun, with Eve thrusting her mouth down Adam’s shaft and sucking it to the root, God looked at her from behind. His shaft throbbed, but for a time, he was able to resist. He told himself that he had had enough.

Sadly, it was not the first or last lie that he would tell himself that day.[/i]

#

[i]God grunted as he slammed his hips forward, pinning the female to the ground as he rutted her properly. In, out, in, out, the squelching sounds of her pussy around his shaft driving him to take her harder. She was his creation, and that meant that he could do whatever he wanted to her, no matter how rough he got.

At his side, Adam stroked himself, dumb and doll-like, unable to do anything that he wasn’t commanded. Yet, he clearly enjoyed the show; he was as erect as one could be.

God put it out of his mind as Eve came for him again. How many times was that now? How many ways had he made her release for his pleasure and satisfaction? A dozen? More? It had been some time…some time indeed…[/i]

#

[i]The mortals were drained, their bodies skinny and wan, and yet, God continued to direct them, use them, indulge himself with them. Adam thrust away in the mess that he had left in Eve’s sex, while God used her the way that he wished. Her face was stained, her breath weak, but she was still sucking on him. He would pull his cock away, allow her to suckle on his sac, only to ram it down her throat once more.

They were nothing more than dolls, obedient and eager for whatever he offered them, and despite their weakness, their tiredness, their exhaustion, they continued to obey.

“Stop.”

They froze, Adam on the verge of sliding out, Eve holding herself up with shaking limbs. God stepped back, looking them over, enjoying the sight of their erotic coupling. They would have stopped at some point, long ago, if he had allowed them, but his commands, his power, kept them rutting away until he was satisfied.

“Pull out of her.”

Adam did as he was told, his cock stretched and grown from the continuous rutting that they had done. He had become nearly as hung as the demons of Lilith’s realm, and God doubted that the vixen would walk away unsatisfied with him.

And yet, for all that, Eve looked at the tiger with all the lust, all the want, all the need in the world. There was no shame in her eyes; she had found her lord and master, and while she was happy to be allowed her own partner, she knew where she belonged.

She knew who she properly served.

“Clean her up, and I’ll take another round.”[/i]

#

God had lost track of time, though he didn’t know how much until he felt [i]her[/i] arrive. He had his hand wrapped around Eve’s throat, clenching tight to see how long she could stay conscious while sucking him and getting choked out at the same time, and it was enough to keep him focused on her rather than the world around him until –

“What…what are you doing?!”

He looked up. The white-furred vixen stood no more than ten feet away, her belly swollen further than he remembered. He glanced down at Adam and Eve again, and saw that they were near-dead. They were dried out, wasted and broken. If they didn’t receive food and water, he imagined that they would die within the day.

The tiger pulled out slowly, his clothes taking form around him as he stood tall and proud once more. He shook his head as he turned to the vixen once more.

“I was doing what I wanted. Something that you should understand.”

“What you wanted? When have you ever done anything else?” She gestured at them. “You made them. Is this – is this what you want? To destroy anything that you come in contact with?”

“Oh, don’t start this with me.”

“Oh, I am starting this.”

“Starting what? Being responsible? For once in your life?”

She said nothing, and he knew that he had found a vein to plunder. He turned without thinking, unable to stop himself as he let loose.

“You left me with the responsibility over a universe that I can’t even properly control. I have to take care of something that you clearly didn’t want. Not that you could ever take care of the universe that you made, so I suppose that it’s the only way that this one will survive.

“I never wanted this, but you gave up any claim that you had, so don’t even start telling me what I should or shouldn’t do. This universe is nothing more than debris, something left over from that night. If you think that I give one atom of care for what happens to it, then you are wrong, but at least [i]I[/i] can be responsible for things I don’t care about.

“So what if they die?” he asked, gesturing at Adam and Eve. “So what if I use them? They’re nothing more than my creations. They can be replaced with nothing more than a thought. If I get them wrong the first time, then I’ll break them and try again, and again, and again until I get it done right. What’s the point of letting a mistake stick around when I can just do it all over again?

“Unlike you, I won’t tolerate mistakes. Unlike you, I won’t just let it continue, untouched, uncorrected. This world will not be another Hell, and its creations will be improved until they reach [i]my[/i] standards.”

“…Then is that how you will treat our children, too?”

God stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. Rage, fear, and more swirled within him at the question, but before he could say a word, Lilith cried out, falling to her knees with her arms around her middle.

“What –”

“Get away from me!”

Her voice rose in a roar of pain and power, and he was pushed back in a way that he had never been before. God stumbled, all but falling over Eve’s prostrate body. By the time that he was able to stand again, Lilith had fled through a portal to her realm, and…

And the ground was stained with blood and water. He stared at it, and then at the space where the portal had been.

He had pushed her too far. She was giving birth, and it was happening far, far too early for the children that she carried.

“…What have I done?” he whispered.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: God goes to the World Begotten between him and Lilith, hoping to blow off some steam. It doesn’t go quite the way that he expected.

Tags: M/F, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Control, Cat, Tiger, Feline, World Creation, Series, Gods, Insane Power, Vaginal, Oral, Blowjob, Size Difference, Creampie, Mind Control, Body Control,