Song of the Makers

By Abra Cadabra

Published on Feb 18, 2018

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Content: a creation myth about assfucking.

====================== THE SONG OF THE MAKERS ======================

In the Beginning there were no horizons. Below lay the earth: barren, dry and rough, for such was the whole of existence. Above lay the skies: gauzy, frozen and diaphanous, for so was the Divine.

The below and the above were untouched by each other's manner. Each one obscure, each one unseen, each one unkissed.

Then Wyn and Aien of the above opened their eyes, and they saw each other's myriad of forms, and they were stricken with lust, for their forms were perfection.

In their desire, Wyn and Aien broke away from the skies and shattered the clouds for the first time and in their doing they tore the unmoving skies apart into the yellow of the morning, the blue of the high noon, the red of the evening and the black of the night.

So the Makers descended. They donned earthly forms and they were stricken with desire anew.

Falling in a thousand rays of light, Wyn reached out to touch his lover, and he cupped Aien's face, tracing his form along the collar bones, lightly brushing along Aien's abdomen until, at last, Aien responded in kind and Maker caressed Maker as their divine erections grew.

So great was their love that tears from their cheeks fell to the below as drop of precum left their godly rods, and the drops mingled in a thousand more rays of light and where they scattered on the ground life blossomed.

After circling for eons in the dance of spreading flowers and shimmering rainbows, Wyn and Aien descended with might into the center of the blooming lands, and where they landed there was great commotion for Wyn could no longer bear his desire and humped his lover as they fell.

Indeed, where they landed, the earth gave way to Wyn's power and for the first time there was a valley in the earth, a round and shallow one, that which we now call Quilor lake.

Aien lay on his back in the valley of Quilor and his moans beckoned the stones to don the great carvings of Quilor all around the province, with their spirals and lighting bolts.

Their glowing, ethereal bodies collided with a power that created the winds, from the gentle breeze to the devastating storm. But as Wyn fucked his lover's thick thighs and cut abs for eons, their precum began to fill the valley and Aien commanded to stones to raise him, and they assembled below his glorious backside and lent their support and became that which we call Quilor Peak at the center of the valley.

So Wyn rubbed his god-dick on his lover's body and their precum kept filling the land around them, until Aien was again submerged and commanded the stones to aid him.

As the precum overflowed beyond the valley already, the stones gave way in the south where the Makers calves splashed in their unending cycles of humping, and the passage is that which we now call the river Torall, flowing into the southern delta.

The Makers beheld each other in unimaginable desire and yet, Aien wished to lay on top, for his rod was not as stimulated as Wyn's. But Wyn did not desire to alter their positions and so Aien slipped away.

This disheartened Wyn, who flew after his lover, keeping himself stimulated through his journey in the sky, and where his cum landed, the forests of Oltris flourished with tame and charming lifeforms.

Aien had stilled at the expanse to the north and contemplated. But Wyn met him silently, beholding his lover's backside for the first time. Ravaged by desire, Wyn entered Aien's ass with a force that reverberated through the earth and he humped his lover into the ground and their fucking folded the world and so were created the mountains of Xéi.

But getting anally fucked aroused Aien more than ever before and his moans broke apart rocks until he had formed his bed, which the people there now call the Iló plateau, and beckoned the mountains to don their sharp zig-zag patterns of gold and bronze.

And Aien clutched he ground as his lover fucked his ass for eons while their cum flowed from the Xéi mountains into Quilor as the Wensyr river which still feeds the Torall.

Their humping folded the earth many times over. Wyn fucked new hills and valleys into the world, fucked trees and bushes out of the ground and seeded the land with fruit and grain and berries.

Long eons passed but Aien grew unsatisfied, desiring to sink his own god-dick into his lover's ass. But Wyn did not stop and did not give way for his own anal pleasuring.

So Aien again slipped away and made toward the west.

As the fleeing Aien and the perusing Wyn passed over Quilor, the stones there sang to them and begged them to stay, and both gods saw their work was good and they shed much of their essence into the lands, and filled the rivers with life and in doing so their own forms lost much of their ethereal nature.

Wyn grew slender and light, his features small and delicate, his hair like gold. Aien grew muscled and dark, his features strong, his hair like obsidian.

As they saw each other in their strengthened earthly shapes, they were again overcome by lust and landed in the west where the savanna bulged and buckled upon their decent.

They beheld each other's magnificent forms and shot cum into the skies at the sight and drenched the land in new life, creating the mushroom forest, which the people there call D'ro, within the vast grasslands of the No'oni expanse.

And the gods opened their mouths at the silver shimmering rain and tasted each other and they fell to the ground with cries of joy.

Wyn pushed his god-dick into his lover's mouth and laid him on his back so he may turn head to toe and the Makers may taste each other in equal measure.

From Quilor came the call and the earth drew itself apart into the rivers which we call Ghenwa and Iyoth and they feed into the Torall, from the overflowing mouths of each Maker seeding the ground.

Their combined moans beckoned the hills to draw near and converge into the highlands of Ca'ar above the D'ro forest as the Makers' bed, and new flowers sprouted where they facefucked.

But before long, Aien wished to see the world they were creating, yet could only ever see his lover's asshole above his face, being facefucked deeply into the Ca'ar hills while Wyn's eyes eagerly beheld the whole of the No'oni expanse.

Again Aien slipped away and travelled due east and Wyn soon followed, for he desired to continue their fuck.

But Aien had never gotten his will before and vowed to get his will this time, so he beckoned the stones of Quilor to delay his lover and when Wyn passed the central peak he was enticed to dance with the rocks and keep himself stimulated.

Cunning Aien assembled the barrier to the east which the people there call the Hola-Bola Mountains and he left only one passable area into the world beyond where he grew the dense jungle of Heke-Meke.

When Wyn arrived he found himself confounded by the impassable jungle and ventured into it deeply in search of his lover. But the jungle was wilder than anything he had ever seen and he found no trace of anything familiar among the lifeforms there.

So Aien emerged with great initiative and drove Wyn into the ground, folding to earth and driving Wyn deeper yet into the emerging mountains until the peak of Beio-Geio was made, which no mortal has ever climbed.

And Wyn received what he had given and in his pleasure recognized his mistake and opened himself up for eternity. And so Wyn submitted himself to be facefucked and assraped and serve in any way his master desired.

Aien spent many eons assuring himself of his lover's servitude, punishing and rewarding and testing and teasing until he knew himself the master and his lover the slave and the jungle grew wilder in their moans.

While the world developed and bloomed, the river Xirill from the east joined the Quilor valley's ring of liquid life around the central peak and now feeds the Torall also.

And before long, the river network began filling the lower regions of the world around the island with liquid, stretching to the horizon as an ocean.

After untold time, the Makers returned from the savage jungle and headed for the south where the rivers had cut a delta of lagoons, beaches and broad, shallow rivers. They beheld their work and knew it was time to sink their last essence into the world.

Wyn and Aien marched into Quilor and embraced in eternal orgasm, upon the peak where they grew as one and became the mighty Oldentree.

And the Oldentree stands tall, half-white half-brown entwined, with streaks of gold and obsidian running along the bark into the long and dense branches, from which grew the first boys to settle the lands.

There was U'thir with his slave, who wandered to the west and founded the sprawling Ca'ar city in the D'ro mushroom forest. He was to live for all time as the god of justice and commerce and fun endeavors among his people and teach alchemy to his kind so they may partake in the drugs and pleasurable substances the lands have to offer.

In turn he was made the biggest, strongest and fastest among the four gods and he went to hold many grand competitions in his great arena.

There was Enié with his slave, who walked to the north and founded the high Xéi city at the foot of the mountains where he was to be the god of woodworks and fashion and cheerful evenings and make his people learn of crafting and trading so that boats filled with luxurious goods may soon ride along the rivers.

In turn he was made the most beautiful of gods and none of his words could be resisted.

There was Vo-Yo who was born asleep and was carried east to the passage in the Hola-Bola mountains where he visits his people in dreams and tells them the stories of Wyn and Aien and gives instructions for harvesting unknown foods and warns of looming danger in wise prophesies.

Lastly, there was Athell and his slave, who stayed with the Oldentree. And with his priests and their slaves he built the golden Quilor city on the central peak where they care for the newly hatched boys. And he was to be the god of health and transformation and sex and teach his people worship of the Makers.

In turn he was given the gift to experience the orgasms of every man in the world as they occur with the strength with which they are experienced and any anal stimulation accompanying them.

And once every four cycles the four gods meet in the south at the Grand Temple where Aien and Wyn last stood and saw their work. U'thir sits upon a heap of fine carpets, Enié upon a throne of darkest wood, Vo-Yo lays sleeping upon soft fabrics and Athell stands at the edge of the temple, cumming as the crowd of men below fucks to the rhythm of the music.

And Athell gazes toward his city, where the Oldentree forever breeds new life into the world, and he sings the story of the Makers as Vo-Yo whispers the words into his mind.

Thus goes the epic of life, love and assfucking.


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