Judge Not - Chapter 18: The Trials of Eternity, Part 2 (Mg fb hb hg g1st b1st creampie)

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Chapter 18: The Trials of Eternity, Part 2

Unlike the first Trial, I had access to everything. I wasn't blocked in reaching out to other realms, other people. Also unlike the first Trial, Dad was with me from the start. The sensation of being dissolved quickly gave way to something like precipitating out of a solution. My body and Dad's coalesced beside an idyllic lake, sparkling ripples gentle on its surface, twin suns overhead bright but not overbearing. A cool, welcome breeze whipped past us at a clip, neither chilling us nor disturbing my hair. Dad held my hand as we looked out to see black and white swan-like birds idly floating out a few dozen meters from where we stood on the mahogany sand, our toes bare with the lake's warm water gently lapping over our flesh.

I could hear singing, a general, melodic tune, wordless yet full of meaning. Attracting. Mild urgency. Enticing. Arousing. I could sense that Dad felt it, too, his body's energy level rising and meeting the humming tones, blood moving lower in his body and into his groin. A similar effect was happening in mine.

"Sirens?" he said quietly.

He was right, in a way. That was exactly the sense I was getting. The song, the setting, all were contributing to our reactions. Even though we'd both just orgasmed together, there was no doubt we were quickly becoming aroused by what we heard and felt and saw around us.

Dad continued as we stood holding hands, looking out at the water and around us at the lush, overgrown but non-threatening vines and ferns and flowering bushes nearby, "So... what do you suppose you have to do here?"

"Not sure..."

"And... what were you supposed to do in the first one? Just fuck me? Is that how you won it?"

I giggled. "Not yet figured that out, either..."

"Well... Right now, Tera... I'm suddenly really horny for no good reason..."

"No good reason?" I teased, shifting my hips so that my butt brushed against his hand.

Dad smiled, "Okay, so I have a plenty good reason any time you are close by... I mean..."

"I know... I feel it, too... I'm wet right now. Really wet... and not just because you came inside me..."

"So... this trial is something about... temptation, maybe?"

I shrugged, "Maybe. Not sure how this works..."

"If we just fucked again, maybe that's all it takes."

"Tempting as that is," I grinned, "like, super tempting..." My hand let go his and was quickly pawing over his bulging slacks. "I get the sense something else is required here... Have to say, I like this one much better than the last place... that one was... claustrophobic, in a way."

Dad's expression tightened. "Don't count chickens, my dear..."

I nodded in agreement, "I know... just... just saying..."

The melodic, arousing tune grew louder in my ears, still wordless but more insistent. It did feel a lot like the Sirens from Greek mythology which had lured sailors to their deaths. Only the clever Odysseus had figured out how to best them and send them to their doom. I wondered if we might need do something similar, blocking our ears the way he had his sailors, or tying ourselves to a tree as he had done for himself as his ship sailed past. That wasn't quite right, I thought, but I began to believe we were facing some sort of similar challenge.

Dad and I began to wander along the edge of the tranquil lake, hand-in-hand, our arousal growing with each step. Whatever was driving us to experience erotic sensations was not pushing us to recreate our coupling in the first trial. It wasn't that I didn't want to have sex with my father right then, it was that the draw to whatever was calling to me was so much stronger. I knew he was feeling the same thing, and it was rather disturbing to be honest. I never wanted to feel like I wanted to be with someone else over Dad. I always wanted him to be my first choice, the man I would lie with over anyone else. The sirens, or whatever was tempting us, had pushed Dad aside, though, and had me trying, more and more urgently, to locate the source of the attraction.

A small cove rounded out from the main body of the lake and drew deeper into the lush green growth along the shore. The beach spread out there, and I soon discovered that Dad and I were being drawn to where four young children were sitting in a square on a large mat laid out on the sand, not far from where the slowly-lapping waves gently rolled in. They were perhaps eight or nine, each of them. Two girls, two boys, the latter two wearing something like tight, immodest speedos, their little genitals just barely covered. I could see small bulges in their groins where they sat cross-legged, each boy opposite one of the girls. The girls were covered in thin strap wrappings, something like a string bikini, hardly covering their nipples and privates.

The foursome appeared real to all my senses. I projected as we approached and, in every way, they appeared to be actual human children. But they were sitting expressionless, motionless, glazed eyes staring into their opposite in the square. It was like they were tranced or drugged. I couldn't detect anything of the sort in their system, and no obvious powers holding them in sway.

But with each step we took, it was clear the melodic tune, the arousing attraction I felt, all of it was centered on those four children.

My essence pinged, then did so again. It wanted to rush into this moment quickly, yet, it hesitated as did I. The compulsion to simply race up to children and take from them whatever we desired grew stronger and stronger. I could feel Dad gripping my hand tightly. He, too, was feeling that drive, and he was altogether less aware of the situation than was I. I held him fast, trying to bring words to my lips but finding the situation growing intense so quickly that I could hardly think of anything but forcing myself on the closest boy. I was so wet my thighs were coated with slippery juices, and I could tell that Dad's precum was soaking his slacks and forming an obvious wet spot in front.

Something was desperately wrong, though. Because of my access to other realms and the rest of reality, I raced to understand the current context of things. I drew maps and connections, examined what I came to believe were the criteria being used to determine success. It took all my remaining focus, of which there was little beyond my animalistic desire to mount one of the boys, to determine just what I must do to win.

And I found it appalling. Even as my body moved closer, closer, I tried to resist. Dad had pulled ahead of me, his feet moving much faster than mine, his control less willful. He was on the closest girl in seconds, a pretty blonde girl with curly hair. He pushed her onto her back and she resisted weakly but with no effect against the stronger muscles controlling her body. I felt the horror and wrongness of what was happening radiating out from her every cell. My own hands drew down onto the closest boy, a shaggy-haired lad who, like the girl, resisted when I pushed him onto his back and tore away his covering. He didn't want what I was doing any more than the girl had. Dad was already over her, the child's legs spread, her tiny hairless pussy exposed and just inches from where his erect penis was ready to penetrate her despite her obvious fear and resistance.

I looked down to see the boy's penis erect. I spread my legs over him, straddling him. Dad took his penis in hand and brought the tip right to the girl's little slit. I began to sit down on the boy.

To take was expected. I knew it without a doubt. To pass the trial, the would-be god was expected to treat lesser beings as something to be used as desired. There should be no hesitation, no compassion, no concern for harm or force or anything but whatever I desired. That was how I was to pass the trial.

I froze just as the tip of the boy's penis touched my labia. With the last bit of willpower I had, I stopped Dad in a similar position, so close to raping the girl but not yet penetrating her. I could feel the pressure to complete the savagery growing stronger and stronger, taking more and more of my power to resist and to keep Dad from giving in to. I don't know exactly why I did what I did then, but there was one person I thought might bring us back to ourselves just then. I called out to Abby and brought her to us.

My beautiful blonde best friend was there in an instant, and using her spark, I transferred the entire sense of what was happening to her. Abby's eyes lit up in horror and she screamed out, "Tera, No!" The boy's penis was hot and drooling against my genitals. It was becoming the only thing I could really concentrate on. I wanted to take from him what he didn't want to give. The fear in his eyes wasn't enough to stop me. I felt sick and horrified, but unable to stop myself. I felt the weight of my body begin to drive me down onto his little erection, and I knew Dad was starting to press into the girl's little cunt. I couldn't stop us from raping those children and I nearly vomited at that understanding.

Out of nowhere, I was gripped with a raw heat which threw me far away from the boy. I splashed down hard somewhere in the lake, fighting for breath in the depths before my head cleared a bit and I was able to surface, gasping. I heard Dad nearby doing the same. "Tera?!" he called out, distressed. "Tera?!"

"I'm here. Are you okay?"

He didn't reply and I could sense his horror at what had almost happened.

I heard splashing near us and turned to see Abby swimming out. "Oh, God, Tera! Quinn! I didn't mean to!"

"No!" I said, sudden clarity in my mind. "No! You did exactly what was needed!"

"You," Abby said as she moved close, "you were raping them!"

"I know! I couldn't help it. I tried to stop it. I tried! But..."

Dad jumped in, "It was like I was compelled... I was so close to... so close to raping her!"

I projected and knew immediately that I'd failed the trial, at least in the conventional sense. The compulsion was gone. The children were shook up a bit, but something about the way we'd been stopped had calmed them and removed the immediate harm of what we were doing to them. They were real children, as best I could determine, but their minds were held in some sort of trap. It seems that stopping ourselves, or, more accurately, being stopped by Abby, had reset their thoughts, and very quickly, the sense of calm, tranced energy was holding them idle and sedate.

"We have to save them..." I said, nodding towards the motionless foursome. "It's gonna sound strange," I added, the clarity of the solution so obvious after puzzling out exactly how they were being controlled, "but it is going to involve sex with them to do so..."

"Tera, no..." Abby hissed. "What you almost did... was horrible!"

"I don't mean we are going to rape them, not like... not like we were compelled to do before... No, I don't feel any of that pull any more. You broke that spell, thankfully. No, what we need to do now is important for their safety. To rescue them." I quickly explained how the four were bound, that it was a condition of their situation that only a sexual contact would release them. I couldn't find a way to undo that requirement. There were traps and triggers in place to cause terrible suffering for the children if any attempt to free them was made outside of that condition. However, it was clear the trial's creator expected a god-candidate to simply rape the children or fail and die. Well, I was still alive, for the moment, and I thought I saw a loophole that might save my attempt to survive the trial while also freeing the children from their indentured condition. I told Abby and Dad my plan, and after a bit of discussion, they agreed to the attempt.

We rejoined the children and sat with them, me between the two boys, Dad with girls on either side, and Abby with one of each within reach. I projected a calm energy that sort of introduced me, Dad, and Abby to the children. They were human, it seemed, though I got the sense that other would-be-gods would have been tempted by whatever form most attracted them and would have been compelled to a violence most appropriate for their darkest desires which mirrored lust in humans. The children, I understood based on the way the trial was programmed, were my weakness.

It was true, honestly. Ever since I'd discovered that Dad had come so close to sex with the two young sisters, even tasting one of their little hairless pussies, I'd had to admit my own attraction to youth, even such young children as those around us then. Eight or nine, they were, all sexually immature, no pubic hair, no signs of breasts or swollen labia or enlarged testes or penises. But I was very much attracted to all of them. I'd never really thought about young boys before, and yet, the moment before I was to mount and rape one of them had been an extraordinarily arousing event. I no longer wished to rape the boy, not that I ever had, but I was excited to try to take his little erection into my body.

But it had to be consensual, as much as any of them could consent. I had a few ideas based on how I'd talked to the spark-holders over the days and weeks and managed to get consent from each of them. I thought we could do something similar with the four innocents sitting around us, expressionless and awaiting whatever fate next held for them. If I had my way, it would be an enjoyable physical coupling followed by a quick escape to somewhere safe.

"My name is Tera," I told the children quietly, "what are yours?" I knew that they would be unable to reply, but the algorithm keeping them bound had a way to undo parts of the binding, and conversation was one such way. "This is Quinn, and Abby. We're going to help you get free of this place. How long have you been here? Are you hungry? What are your names?" I peppered them steadily with questions, repeating them, waiting for the various chains to begin to loosen.

For several minutes, there was no response, no sign that my words were even registering. But I could feel the bindings uncoiling. It wouldn't free them completely, the conversation, but it would loosen them enough to move on to the next part of my plan. One of the girls, the blonde, finally turned her face towards me, her eyes narrow, lips pursed, and said, "Jessie. I'm Jessie."

"Hi Jessie," I said with a smile. "Do you want to go home, Jessie?"

She nodded, a pleading look in her eye.

"How long has it been since you were home?"

She shook her head this time, "I dunno... a long time."

"Do you know the other children?"

Another shake.

The lighter-haired shaggy-maned boy was free enough to join in, "I'm Mika."

One by one, I greeted the children. The other two were Bella, the girl with straight black hair, and Lukas, the darker-haired boy. I reintroduced my father and Abby, found out they didn't know how they had come that place, who had taken them, or much of anything else, then told them, "You all want to go home, and we're here to help. But we need your help first."

"What do we do?" Jessie asked.

I let out my breathe and deliberately shrugged as if resigned to something I'd rather not say, "You see... there's a requirement here that, well, is kinda personal..."

They watched me without a clue what I was going to say.

"It involves doing things together... adult things... like... things that are very private... things adults like to do with each other..."

Bella asked, "Like weeing?"

The other children giggled and I laughed lightly, "Close, but not exactly... but... doing things with the same parts of your body..."

"Ohhhhh, like Mommy-Daddy time?" Mika offered

I nodded, "Exactly. What do you know about Mommy-Daddy time?"

He shrugged, "Ummm... it's in the bedroom and ummm... like, I have to stay out... so I dunno..."

"Well," I told them softly, "what Mommies and Daddies do together is fun and something they enjoy doing. It involves doing things together with parts of their bodies... and... that's what we need to do to help you escape this place..."

I was suddenly peppered with questions. "What parts?" "Is it kinda like close to weeing?" "Will we get in trouble?" "Can you show us?" I answered all the questions as best I could, little white lies covering some of the more difficult ones, but generally I was honest with them. That last question I answered with, "We can show you, yes... Abby? Dad?"

I'd expected something like this might help bridge the gap between discussing the ideas, of which none of the children had any real clue, and gaining the margin of consent needed to rescue them.

Dad and Abby took their time, slowly kissing and touching each other gently. The children giggled a little at first, but one by one they were swept up in the moment and a bit awestruck, especially once clothing began to slide away and they saw the lovers touching private, usually hidden places. It didn't hurt that I sent a small sense of warm arousal into each of the children. Not enough to wholly push them into anything, but enough that they might feel a bit of what might come when their future pubescent bodies were able to wash in hormones at the sight such activities. It helped draw them in, and one by one I could feel the children growing aroused. By the time Dad spread Abby's legs, his penis hard in his hand, and began to mate with her, two little penises were erect and two hairless cunnies were slippery with arousal.

Dad rutted gently with Abby and they shared lovely kisses. I was quite turned on myself, but I returned to the children and told them. "So this is what you must do so that I can help you..."

"Like, umm," Mika said, blushing but also looking very excited, "with you?"

I nodded. I knew it had to be me. Even before, when Dad had nearly raped little Jessie, I would have had to penetrate and be penetrated by each of them. It was my trial, after all. "Yes... with me... do you think you might like to try what they're doing together?"

Mika watched them a minute, then looked back at me, "Uh-huh."

I leaned towards him and kissed him a moment, the other children suddenly watching us instead of Dad and Abby. The boy knew nothing of kissing, but it was okay. I took my time, gentle, caring. This was going to be the boy's first time and I wanted it to be enjoyable. Soon, my hands were drawing away his thin coverings again, the boy's small penis rigid and his pubic area smooth and hairless. It was an amazingly arousing sight. I slowly slid a couple of fingers along his length, not much to grab on to but that didn't stop it from being incredibly exciting to me. Leaning down I took Mika's little cock in my mouth and sucked him a moment. The boy squirmed but I could sense his enjoyment of it. He started to buck within seconds and I felt him swell between my lips. I knew penetration was needed to break the binding, and not wanting him to orgasm and lose his erection, I drew away, leaving the boy quivering just long enough for me to remove my clothing and settle myself down over his groin.

Mika's small penis nestled in between my labia. It wasn't really long or thick enough to feel like much down there, but the knowledge of what I was doing turned me on like nothing ever had. I carefully rode Mika, more rubbing my pussy around on him than fucking him, but it caused my clit to slide along his groin. I felt the head of his little dick slip into my vagina from time to time, and that really got me going.

The boy bucked again, again, again, and I knew he was orgasming when a low moan escaped his lips. It was a dry cum, to be sure, no ejaculation rising up from his balls, but goddamn was it exciting. I rode him to my own orgasm then kissed his lips again, smiling as his eyes opened. "You are really special, Mika. Thank you for that."

Mika just grinned and said, "Umm, yeah, thanks..."

I could tell he'd enjoyed himself. Somewhere in that last few seconds I'd felt his binding break and the boy was finally free. I couldn't send him to safety immediately, though, because it would have tripped protections holding the other children.

Instead, one by one, I had sex with each of them. Next, I mounted the other boy, Lukas, his penis only slightly longer than Mika's but just as slender. I didn't orgasm with him, and he didn't cum either, but he liked what we did, and as soon as I felt his binding unravel, I moved on to the girls. I could feel pressure on my time. What I was doing was angering both the Astrals and some other powers, but for the moment, I'd managed to wall off any intrusions.

To the girls, I knew I needed to morph my genitals and penetrate them. So, I formed a small penis, just three inches or so in length, and narrow. I didn't want to hurt either of them. I started with Jessie, kissing her lips and feeling her quivering with nerves and excitement. After long moments of touching her little body, I rose over her and spread her slender legs. The girl's pussy was just a slit, really, small and pink inside, her vagina mostly just a shadow of a hole. Her little clit was erect, though, and I smelled her arousal as I spread her labia with my fingers and slipped the head of my short penis inside her.

She gasped, and so did I. My god, she was wet! Her little cunt was actually slippery. And to my surprise, the eight-year old took me more easily than expected. I swelled my size a little, just enough to gently stretch the girl. She gasped again and I began to mate with her. I was approaching an orgasm and so was she when I felt the binding break. I wished we could continue, but the pressure I felt was becoming almost painful, so I withdrew, taking a last look at Jessie's pretty little eight-year old pussy, leaned down to lick the delicious young cream there, then moved over to Bella.

The raven-haired girl looked nervous, so I reassured her, "This will feel good, I promise... and it won't take but a moment... just like the others..."

"Yeah," she said quietly, "but I'll get in trouble."

"You won't, I promise..."

"Mommy told me about this stuff... like... I'm not s'pos'ta..."

I put an arm around the girl's shoulders, more than a little worried. This was going to be tricky. "I know, Bella. I know... I wish there was another way, okay? I want to save you, but... I don't see another way... you're stuck here right now, and the only way to break you free... is to do with you what I did with Jessie..."

"But it might hurt..." The girls eyes were looking at where my small cock was bobbing lightly and leaking precum near her arm, a sheen of the other child's pussy juice still on my shaft. I realized the girl was worried about the size.

I shrank the size of my cock noticeably. "There, see? I promise it won't hurt you..."

"But I'll get in trouble..."

"I promise you won't..."

"But Mommy told me..."

This went on for another minute, circles. I couldn't push her, and I certainly was not going to rape her. The pressure from the Astrals and whatever other beings were upset by what I was doing was so strong by then that I could think of little else.

Thankfully, my best friend Abby was there to save us all again. She told Bella, "I thought I was gonna get in trouble my first time doing this, too."

Bella perked up a little. "What happened?"

"My mom never found out."

"Oh. Like... how?"

"I didn't tell her. No one did. She won't know. I promise," Abby told her. "Once you and Tera do this, we'll take you some place safe and see about getting you back to your Mommy. We'll never tell and you won't need to, okay? Our secret?"

I knew, of course, that we could erase all this from the child's mind and repair any damage to a hymen, if she had one, but in the moment, the girl needed to consent. It was vital to me, just as it had been with the spark-holders.

"Promise?" Bella asked innocently.

Abby took her hand. "I swear it, Bella. You won't get in trouble. But we need your help right now, okay? All of us are in danger if you two don't do this quickly..." Abby seemed to sense some of my rising panic from the pressure of the Astrals. Perhaps the spark inside her could tune into such things at times. I made a mental note to ask her later, when things were a little more calm.

Bella looked at me, still some fear in her eyes, but she nodded and I saw her chin come up a bit as if she was steadying herself. "Okay... I can... I can do Mommy-Daddy stuff with you..."

My mind was a raging fire as I fought to hold out the forces trying to stop me from completing my end run around another set of rules. Bella was on her back and I pulled free her thin coverings, exposing her genitals to my view. No wonder she worried about being hurt. Her cunt was absolutely tiny. Just a tiny slit, no more than two inches top to bottom, and even when I spread her thin labia with my fingers, her hole was just a shadow between. I shrank my penis a little more, worried that would really hurt the girl with much more than what Mika had shown when he was erect.

Over Bella, I brought my small cock to her opening and pushed inside quickly, not time even to really enjoy the warm grasping hole. Bella stared at me, showing no emotion other than anxiousness. I thrust two, three times and throbbed. Even against the chaotic pressure of the Astrals, I had been so close to orgasm that I spewed my load quickly into Bella's tiny pussy, overflowing her, sperm spurting out around my little dick. I filled her completely, flooding her, not even really aware of my orgasm.

I felt more than heard the screams of the angry beings as the last binding shattered. I convinced reality to move the four children to my hideout and they were gone in a flash. I sent Abby back with them to look after the children and explain things to the others. Dad and I were alone near the cove when the masses of Astrals closed in around us.

A cacophony of anger met me.

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!

THIS IS NOT ACCEPTABLE!

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!

YOU CANNOT BREAK THE RULES!

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!

WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, HOST?!

I shielded Dad as best I could and waited for the Astrals to give me a gap in which to push back. It took a very long time, hours, I thought. And there were others, hovering around the periphery. I couldn't quite get a read on just what sorts of beings those might have been, but I knew two things about them: they were very powerful, and they were decidedly upset with me.

When a chance finally came, I stood and shouted, "I've passed this trial! No amount of anger will change that. The rules have changed, and I am the one changing them. Show me to the next challenge!"

I felt such resistance at first that I was certain I'd miscalculated, that I was about to find myself extinguished regardless of my loophole success. But then the Astrals suddenly calmed and I felt one of the powerful beings project a thought to all those around me.

It is done. See that she does not complete the final trial.

Leaving only that message, the powerful non-Astral beings dissipated and were gone. I could feel them, very distant and in another realm, but the pressure from them was no longer pushing on me. The same was true for all but one of the Astrals, a single guide remaining.

"Ready to risk death with me one more time?" I asked Dad with a tight smile.

"You know I'm not going anywhere but with you," Dad told me, taking my hand and kissing it. "Let's do this."

As before, Dad and I melted into reality and I wondered what horrible sort of thing I would face in the final trial.