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[b][u][center]Heaven Damned 1

From Splooge You Have Come

For DuskCypher

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

Everyone had a different opinion on where the center of the universe lay. In reality, there were only two correct answers, but every eldritch being and every god that had ascended from ‘mere eldritch’ had a third one that they threw in for contention. They were, of course, wrong, but that never stopped them from trying to change things. After all, it might be a stepping stone to become a god themselves.

For Lilith, the answer that she would have thrown in was Hell. The well-soaked, white-furred, vixen rose from a pool of red that could have been blood as easily as wine, and with the glimmer in her eyes, she could have been drunk on either. Claret streams run down her shoulders as she emerged from the pool, dribbling down her fur and forming folds and lines of fabric, becoming a dress that hesitated just long enough to give anyone that cared to watch her entrance a chance to see [i]everything.[/i]

She was, after all, the god of Hell, and she licked her lips as she bathed in a sense of lust. Full breasts, heavy and waiting: hips thick and broad, inviting and swaying with every step: sex wet and just a trifle slimy with her previous pleasures: all were on display for seconds before her garment covered her. Did they see it? Did they enjoy it? Perhaps, perhaps not, but [i]she[/i] did, and that was what mattered.

A throaty chuckle followed as she climbed out of the hole, a slit in the dress running all the way down to her ankles as she stepped out and the hole in reality disappeared. She rested one hand on her hips, looking around the bar.

“Hello, lovelies. Don’t worry. I’m not here for anyone in particular tonight…”

The inhabitants of the bar – a few other eldritch that had yet to rise to her level, a god or two that had been worth her time in the past – each gave her a look. Some smiled, some trembled, others looked away the instant that her eyes turned on them. She took that as with a chuckle, tossing her head back as she strutted across the room.

This place, the Bar at the End of the Universe – the common name of the place, as Starson, the bartender and creator of this little world, had never bothered to share his name for it – was the second contender for the center of the universe. Whether the Bar at the End of the Universe was the first world made or not, it was one of the oldest ones. It at least felt equidistant from all the other worlds, leaving the various gods and other powers that dropped in equal to one another rather than giving some few an advantage over others, which encouraged a vague sense of peace. With Starson being the only one with greater power present, it meant that socializing was actually possible, if one was so inclined.

She rarely did, once she got here, but it was worth coming by on the rare occasion that someone interesting had climbed up and made something of themselves, or – on even rarer occasions – when a new world came about. She hadn’t seen [i]that[/i] happen in eons, though, and she was beginning to wonder if all the real potential in the universe had been exhausted.

The white-furred vixen took a seat at the bar, and Starson – a mass of collected star-dust, void particles, and ephemeral purple light – loomed over her. Twice her size, without any body parts that really should have given him any real sense of gender or physique, the bartender still gave her a sense of ‘man.’ He hummed softly, a nebulous song that she’d learned not long after becoming a god herself.

“Mm, flirting already? Give a lady a chance to have a drink before trying to get under her skirts,” Lilith said, shaking her head. “Sex in the Stars, with a Wrathful Comet after.”

Another humming note followed, and Starson got to work. Lilith turned on her stool, leaning back and staring at the ceiling.

For a moment, she saw herself – white-furred with a red dress, a long white tail, and eyes so deep and dark and red that it looked like where life went to die – but then she relaxed and saw past it. The clear ceiling opened up on stars, and past them, to the eyes of a god, there was more. Other worlds, like her Hell, like the distant offices of a certain tenticular-faced being that had yet to show his face tonight, and some small handfuls of others were visible to her. Not quite like stars, nor like nebulas, but as their own presence, larger and yet harder to define against the backdrop of existence.

They were not stacked against the other presences of the world, not merely distant, but places that only gods could see like this. It was more feeling them, aware of the vague pull that they had on the metaphysical level, and where to cast the portals or rips in reality that would take one to them. Most of the time, even Lilith wasn’t that aware of them, but from this bar, through the roof, she could see them.

Just as she could see what lay behind them.

Even the god of Hell could not resist holding her breath as she stared into the Void. Even now, so long after leaving it, clawing her way out and giving herself a name, Lilith remembered her time in the great black from which all things came into the world. It was neither torture nor pleasure within the Void, neither loved nor hated. It was simply…existence. Existence without thought, without sensation, without anything but the simple question that any and all eldritch beings needed to answer to be born:

[i]Am I real?[/i]

Lilith nodded to herself as she remembered that question, and all the other questions that came with every clawing wrench that dragged her further from the core of the Void. Each step made her more herself, more real, more individualized, and with the last question – Who are you? – she named herself. She’d birthed herself, and from then on, she’d been free to do what [i]she[/i] wanted.

Power was what you made of it, she’d decided. And that freedom was what had given rise to her idea for her world. She crossed one leg over the other, taking a conspicuously long time to do it as Starson brought her the first drink.

“Thank you, darling,” she muttered, bringing it to her lips.

The Void was the third and final place that the bar patrons brought up as the true center of the universe, and it was the second ‘true’ answer. The Bar at the End of the Universe might be the center of it, metaphysically, but for the place that all others orbited around, where all others knew and acknowledged and even slightly feared, the Void was the answer. No matter what any god did with the world that they eventually created, there was [i]nothing[/i] to match the sheer potency that the Void had.

Or the potential eldritch that were still left in it. That was something that few of them talked about. Those that got out were quick to banish the thoughts of the others still there, either for the sake of the power games that they played – and which Lilith would confess that she partook in, just like all the others – or for the simple act of maintaining their own sanity. The sheer horror of looking into the abyss that had birthed them and knowing that they could end up back there one day was enough to keep the most kind-hearted creature from looking back.

One day, she imagined, one day there would be a member of their kind that was cast back to the shadows. One day, they would find that they died far more easily than they were born, and then…

Well, then there would be something else to discuss, something else to think about, and that would be a day.

Lilith had just finished the end of her Sex in the Stars and was waiting for Starson to bring her the Wrathful Comet, when the room suddenly brightened. Everyone else immediately winced, turning to the side or throwing up shadowy barriers between them and the new light that came through. The vixen narrowed her eyes, a half-glare reserved for very specific individuals coming to her at that moment.

The light coalesced into a brighter and brighter point, consolidating into a shape that was taller than her by nearly two feet and far more straight-laced and focused than she was. The light kept intensifying, and she nearly gave into the temptation to adorn herself with sunglasses, only refusing to out of principle and annoyance.

Finally, it formed a tiger of black, orange, and white. She looked him up and down as he brushed his fur back, enhancing his already-angular face by tightening the fur along his cheeks and forehead, and shook her head as the suit took on all the light of his appearance. It was like a sun walking across the room, and she rolled her eyes as he took a spot beside her at the bar.

“Jehovah,” she muttered, pushing her glass back to Starson. “What brings you here?”

“Perhaps you haven’t heard. I am called ‘God’ these days.”

“Yes, I’ve heard that the sycophants that you keep around that Heaven of yours have many names for you.”

“And you disapprove? I hear that the demons that you keep in Hell are little more than toys to your pleasure.”

“Mmm, toys to each other’s pleasure, darling,” she said, though with none of the affection that she’d offered Starson with the same term. “Toys to each other’s pleasure. The vices of Hell are far more enjoyable than the virtues of your ‘Heaven.’”

“What use is all that pleasure when nothing gets done?”

“And what’s the value of your virtue when all you do is strive for something without reward?”

They were a broken record, and she knew it, but that didn’t make it any easier to stop the record from playing. She rolled her eyes as she turned on her chair, the stool spinning with her and forming to her desires. Starson’s bar was flexible, responding to the various patrons that paid it a visit, and her chair was soon far more than a stool, almost a throne that rotated around a center point.

As she relaxed into it, one leg crossed over the other in a fashion that nearly exposed everything between her legs, Lilith could feel Jehovah’s eyes flicking over her. She smirked.

“Oh? Is the ruler of Heaven that tempted?”

“Hardly.”

“Says the man that just looked down my legs. Perhaps you should take a chance at throwing yourself at my feet.”

“Or maybe you should give up this nonsense and try something productive. Everyone else has learned where they belong; maybe I should take the chance to teach you the same lesson.”

“Mmm, I’ve never been a fast learner,” she said. “And besides…I graduated before you were born.”

“Nobody’s proved that,” Jehovah hissed.

Lilith chuckled, the sound coming from deep in her throat as she turned her chair back toward the bar. It was a point that she always brought up; Jehovah always believed that he was best because he was one of the older gods in the room – as defined by those that had made their own world after bringing themselves into existence – but he could never outright prove that he had been born before her. She couldn’t bring any proof forward that she was actually older than him, either, but the fact that he couldn’t disprove her claims meant that they might as well be true.

The tiger waved at the bartender, getting a drink of his own. He had barely taken a sip before getting back to their ‘discussion.’

“So, how many of those archdemons have you made? Or rather, how many have you fucked?” the tiger asked. “Incestuous creature…”

“Better to love my creations than to disown them.”

“I acknowledge all of them!”

“Hmm, hmm. Yes, I suppose. Once a century, I suppose?” She chuckled. “Michael, Gabriel, Lucifer – oh, Lucifer had shown such promise at one point. So bright, that one. And now, what is he? Nothing but your greatest singer, I imagine.”

“He knows where he belongs. Unlike the constant vying for power among your underlings.”

“Children, Jehovah. Children.”

“I told you. It is ‘God’ now.”

“We are all gods, Jehovah. I’m not going to call you anything that makes you sound like part of me.”

“Don’t make me sick.”

“Don’t make me give you medicine,” Lilith said. “Starson, the Wrathful Comet? I get the feeling I’m going to need anything that I can get tonight…”

“Double,” Jehovah said.

The pair of deities glared at each other, and in Lilith’s case, she wondered how long it would take to tear Jehovah down. Or, perhaps, would this be a rare case when he would be able to win their little spat? It happened on rare occasions, and it always left a bad taste in her mouth, but it would at least keep him from being an even greater pain.

Starson passed them their drinks, and down it went. It would not be the last beverage they consumed, but if they had stopped there, there would have been nothing to lubricate the pending conversation of insults, blasphemies…and what happened after.

#

“Bitch,” Jehovah muttered.

“Uptight bastard…”

“Am not…”

“Prove it.”

“Yeah? Would an – would an uptight bastard do this?”

Lilith grunted as the tiger shoved her against the wall, her legs spread and her skirt disappearing by the second. The first lick down there was enough to send pleasure coursing through her, and she covered her muzzle with one embarrassed, shaking hand as Jehovah dug in.

[i]Oh, he’s going to regret this in the morning,[/i] she thought, giggling against her hand. [i]Then again, so am I…oh, this is so stupid…[/i]

And yet, here she was, her legs spreading further and further, her eyes rolling back in their sockets, and her mouth hanging open more and more as he dug in. His tongue danced between her pussy lips, going up to her clit before going back inside of her. The roughness of his tongue was pain and pleasure combined, and she shivered in need and want as he dug it deeper inside of her, further and further in. She moaned despite her better intentions, and she growled past clenched teeth as he sunk his claws into her thighs.

“Rrrr…”

“Going to…show you…how it feels under me…”

“Then I’m…going to show [i]you[/i]…how it feels under [i]me.[/i]”

“Me…first…”

“Fine.”

She was happy enough as he nibbled around her clit, pulling at the hood and exposing the sensitive little nub, threatening it with his teeth from time to time only to attack it with his tongue. It was wet, rough, and yet, pleasurable in its own bizarre way. She pulled him closer, one leg around his head, dragging him in –

But not for long. Not long enough to get off. He stood up, his pants hitting the floor. His cock was already out, throbbing, stiff. For all his attempts at control, the drink had obviously robbed him of as much common sense as it had her, and she groaned as she felt it sliding along her legs and resting right under her pussy. Hot, throbbing, rigid, yet different from the familiar cocks of her demons. She knew them all too well, knew the pleasures that they offered, and was more than happy to imagine what she’d get from them later, but this was…this was something different. This was someone on her level. He felt, for lack of a better word…more real.

She rolled her hips against him without thinking, helping him sink himself into her, and the pleasure was [i]everything[/i] that she needed. A low groan escaped her, her arms and legs going weak for a moment, and she didn’t fight it as he pinned her against the wall. Lilith’s eyes rolled back as he growled and huffed into her neck, her chest heaving as he tried and failed to slide inside of her on his own.

[i]Dammit, do I have to do everything?[/i]

And yet, her frustration was smaller, slighter than it normally would be. All that mattered in that moment was getting what she needed, and he had what she needed. That cock, that feeling of being filled, that intense hardness that – fuck. She just required it, now.

Reaching between her legs, she caught him and angled him up. The next thrust forced its way in, and she gasped for breath as he forced it from her lungs. In, in, in it went, and her eyes rolled back as her lips turned up in a smile as he lifted her right off her feet. Up, up, up, against the wall, in the back of the bar where no-one could see, as she let him have his fun and took her own.

Jehovah’s light flickered against her, and her red dress faded away completely. In the joining, they were both losing a hint of themselves to the pleasure of being attached at the hip. And –

“You fucking…wet…slut,” he whispered.

“Better to be wet to fit someone like you, you controlling brute,” she hissed.

“Couldn’t resist me…couldn’t resist anyone, you wanton little – mmmph…”

Even in sex, neither of them could stop insulting the other. They hated each other too much, but in that moment, pleasure was all that mattered. They craved each other in a way that didn’t make sense, that pushed them both to forget all the hate and the annoyances that they felt during the regular meetings that they shared. All that mattered was his cock, her pussy, and the hot, wet feelings between them.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

[i]He’s…real…[/i]

Real in a way that others were not. Real in the way of something that had been born rather than created. Real in the way that they were grinding, pushing, holding each other in the way of equals rather than the things that she had made for Hell and he for Heaven. They could not control each other, could not entirely predict the other, and –

“Ah!”

She gasped as she felt herself getting close. For all that she had submitted to his pleasures so far, she wasn’t going to let it go that far. Not yet, not here. She grunted, pushing back, and Jehovah yelped as he fell back. She carried them forward, hitting the ground.

The bar floor was all but transparent, reflecting the void of existence beneath them. She saw it around the tiger, the way that it framed him, and for a moment almost forgave him for being what he was.

Then the moment passed as he grabbed her by the hips, his claws raking through her fur. Passion, pain, pleasure: all three merged together and created something that she hated and loved at the same time. Rolling her hips forward, back, forward, back, she rode him, taking him all the way in and making it about her pleasure this time. She leaned forward, resting her hands on his shoulders for leverage, grinding down on him and feeling his cock spasming inside of her already.

[i]You hair-trigger asshole…[/i]

Lacking the air to tease him, she settled for flashing him a smirk, a twisted snarl of pleasure of her own. She would take a piece out of him later for this, but for now –

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

And then they were there.

He groaned and so did she, the pair of them staring into the abyss above and below. They lost themselves in pleasure, in climax, and as they came, as they spurted and filled and marked each other, something else came loose. Not just the pleasure that they had with one another, but the overwhelming bliss…of creation.

Did he notice it first, or did she? Lilith didn’t know, but as soon as she felt it, she did the same thing that every eldritch being would: she reached out, and she tried to shape what was happening.

It was like a star being born, with light and heat and eternal destruction bursting through existence. Trails and dribbles of liquid fire burned through emptiness, leaving form and shape behind as the ashes became new things. The power of Jehovah mixed with hers, and as she tried to pull it free, she found…she could not.

Nor could he pull it free of hers.

The pleasure became something more, the pulsing seed inside of her and the gushing wetness of her own body mixing together and flowing down into the emptiness. Their pleasure combined to create something more, something that spread and warped the developing world beneath them. The light spread further, further, growing so far and so vast that she knew that it would eclipse Hell and Heaven together.

Never before had two gods come together to create something, and she doubted that it would ever happen again. The pure impossibility of it was so strong, so intense, that…that…

Lilith stopped thinking, her hips already rolling again. Jehovah briefly tried to stop her, but she leaned in without thinking, pressing her lips to his. The kiss strained their control over each other until they lost it, and they rolled, him over her, her legs spread for a moment before she wrapped them around his hips.

“Don’t…stop.”

“The world –”

“Will be there later.”

And she would not control it. Nor would he. She made the decision then: it would be the world that they left to become on its own. Let it be…let the pleasure grow…and let the banging continue.

Thrust.

The developing world spread further, echoing with another cosmic explosion from its core. Stars, real stars rather than the explosion that started the whole mess, spun out of the ashes. Embers of the original burst of destruction grew, swelling, becoming something greater, but never quite so powerful as that first blast. The smoke that came from the devastation swirled around them, the end of oblivion birthing something else, something that had greater potential, something…

Something that could sustain itself.

And as the world below grew, bursting with life, exploding with possibilities, she and Jehovah fell deeper and deeper into a drunken pleasure that had them doing things that they would never otherwise do. More, more, and more things, each of which brought more to the world below.

And then, she stopped thinking. Jehovah might have been a complete asshole, with an overly-controlling way of approaching the world as a whole, who lived his life completely opposite to the way that she did…

But he could fuck. Oh, he could fuck.

#

Lilith woke some time later, and she groaned as she rolled to the side. She could feel all the seed inside of her pussy – and more than a little in her ass – and she grumbled under her breath as she got her knees under her. She gestured, summoning her dress once more, and she felt it settle over her shoulders before it appeared anywhere else. The sheer need to cover up was something that she didn’t entirely understand until –

She caught his scent before she saw him. The white-furred fox groaned under her breath, shaking her head as she forced herself to her feet once more. Jehovah stood off to the side, staring down at the floor, or down at the abyss, she supposed.

Or…

The memories of what had happened with the fuck came to her again, and she groaned as she covered her face.

“You’re finally awake,” he said.

“Tell me I’m remembering wrong. Please, tell me that we didn’t do what I think we did.”

“[i]You[/i] birthed a universe.”

“Oh, don’t even start. It takes two to tango, and we did [i]far[/i] more than dance last night,” Lilith muttered, getting to her feet with a wobble and a grumble. “Oof. Just how much did we drink last night?”

“More than either of us should have. Look.”

She didn’t want to, but she knew better than to not acknowledge one’s creation. No god could entirely disown something that they had made; at the very least, they needed to find something to hand it over to, or it would be masterless, a creature that could grow to challenge someone else in power and potency.

Not that she feared that of a creation…usually. But she had only ever made demons. This…this was something far greater.

Below them, the void continued to explode with little versions of that first Big Bang between them, spreading further, creating more and more galaxies as they spun off and created worlds between them. It was sped up, faster than the creation itself ever could have been, but that was normal for godly beings; they could see the world as fast or as slow as they needed to, at least from the outside. Within it, it would have been a different matter.

As she watched, she could feel what came from her and what came from him. She could feel the essence of herself spiraling out, twisted up within Jehovah’s essence. Unlike Heaven or Hell, this world, this Begotten place, was something that would bow to both of them and to neither. There was nothing that they could do about it, and…

And it terrified her.

For the first time in many, many eons, she felt fear, fear that she could be tied down to [i]him[/i] of all people. The very possibility of Jehovah having power over a separate part of her was horrifying enough, but the fact that it might be tied back to her, that he might claim that he could exert power over [i]her[/i], was unacceptable.

The vixen turned from the rapidly-expanding, immense universe beneath their feet, and shook her head.

“Take it,” she muttered.

“What?”

“Take it. It’s yours. I’ll have nothing to do with it.”

“You – you can’t just leave this with me. I did not ask for this.”

“Nor did I, but you’re the one that thinks that you have some grand plan for the universe,” she said, speaking without thought, without consideration, just speaking to keep her hands free and avoid being tied down. “You can keep it. I’ll have nothing. I make no claim to this world. Ever.”

“…”

“Or to you,” she added. “Never again, Jehovah. Not even once. Never, ever again, and…and I will hear nothing further on the matter.”

“Fine,” the tiger said. “Just like you, isn’t it? Chasing freedom so fully that you can’t be bothered to take responsibility for once.”

“And just like you to never bother to hold yourself accountable when it’s just as much your fault,” she said. “Agreed?”

“Agreed –”

“Good.”

She snapped her fingers, and the portal to her own realm opened. The bar still allowed her entry and exit, and she took advantage of the moment to step through, leaving it alone, leaving the new universe in someone else’s hands. Before she could regret it, she shut the door behind her, and she forced herself to soak up the realm that she had created with her own two hands.

“Ah…ah…”

One breath.

Two.

Three.

Four.

By the fifth, she had taken control of her panicked self, and she opened her eyes to look out at the realm again. Hell had been made with her visions in mind, with the great power of the ‘vices’ to lead them. Pride, Sloth, Gluttony, Lust, Envy, Wrath, and Greed were the great powers of her realm, and they showed themselves in the great independence that each of her demons claimed for itself.

From here, from on high, she could see [i]everything.[/i] The spires of power that reached for the heights, the burning pits of dancing lights and fiery entertainments, the swirling heats that spun beautiful hallucinations on the winds: it was all there, all part of the great pursuits of her people.

Here, she was safe.

Here, she was worshiped for what she was.

Here, people chose –

Lilith gasped, one hand over her stomach as she descended. The greater demons had yet to take notice of her, but they would soon, and she…

She wasn’t…

She wasn’t alone.

The white-furred vixen’s eyes went wide as she realized that something was moving inside of her. Something impossible had happened in the coupling between her and Jehovah, and at that moment, she knew what it was.

She was pregnant.

Her breath caught in her throat as the full extent of the realization rushed through her. She was pregnant with Jehovah’s children. It was both worse and better than the fate of the world that she’d left behind. Better, because at least these would be living beings that could learn to be better than the other part of their spawning: worse, because she couldn’t leave them, nor abandon them, nor let them grow up without at least a piece of her.

Because he would see them, he would want them, and he would shape them if he had half a chance. All that desperate need to control them would result in someone that was not only broken, but shattered into pieces, reformed as something no longer living.

As the vixen hugged her stomach, she felt the tears rising. Her freedom, that feeling of being completely unchained, was slowly diminishing. Already, the chains of motherhood were falling over her, wrapping around her soul and pulling her heart closer and closer to the unformed children in her womb.

[i]I don’t want this…I didn’t want this…[/i]

Yet, was there a choice? Not any that she could accept. Lilith hugged her stomach, flat as it could be, and she imagined what it would be like in a mere few months. She would grow, expand, become something different than she was now. She would carry something that was as blended with her power and Jehovah’s as the very world that she had abandoned. They would be something different, not demonic, not angelic, but something…

Something that had a chance to choose.

Perhaps that was the most terrifying thing of all. They would be able to choose whether they wanted to be like her or like him, or some point in-between.

[i]Surely they won’t be like him,[/i] Lilith thought. [i]Surely, they’d have more common sense than that.[/i]

Part of them would come from her, after all, and [i]she[/i] had more sense than that. That was for certain.

Slowly, as the other demons became more aware of her, she calmed herself down. She would present to them someone that had yet to change, someone that was untouched by the other worlds. They didn’t have to know what had happened to her, or what she was considering. All they had to do was live.

They were good at that. So was she. And so would her children be…she hoped.

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

Summary: Lilith, the ruler of Hell, comes to the bar in the middle of the universe for some time to herself. She doesn’t expect the far-reaching ramifications of what happens next.

Tags: M/F, Cunnilingus, Fox, Tiger, Hell, Gods, Eldritch, Vaginal, Orgasm, Cum, Pregnancy, Impregnation, Oops, God, Creampie, Drunk, Anger, Creation, Series,