The Scions

[gundam]

Long, long ago there existed a race of beings called the Scions. A race of what humans considered primordial gods and goddesses. Each one a manifestation of an aspect of reality. A God of storms. A goddess of seas. God of dreams and nightmares. A goddess of love. And so forth. Fantastically powerful in their own rights, these Scions were dependent on the beliefs of primitive weak humans to sustain them. Without belief and sacrifice, they would shrivel up and fade. For many thousands of years, they existed feasting on the unorganized human rabble both physically and spiritually. And then one day the humans decided to join together and settle in one place. Such a simple idea brought forth new ideas shared among one another including new beliefs. The God of storms in one area was now called Baal. In another Marduk. At first the Scions thought nothing of it but as the centuries passed, so did the spread of belief in new gods. Even when they chose to manifest before humanity, their power was attributed to other gods. Frax, a God who could hurl lightning on a whim, was called Zeus and while the people worshipped, it was not in his name and therefore the ancient God could find little sustenance. A crumb of spiritual energy that was once a feast.

The Scions grew ever weaker in power. The only thing keeping them alive, and immortal was the aspect in which they had domain. Many centuries would pass as one by one they grew weaker. And then a new concept of religion appeared that would spell the final fall of these ancient beings. Monotheism. The belief in only one God. As the concept spread, these once mighty beings became just shells of what they come were. All they had left was their immortality and for some not even that. Forced to live among humans they were assaulted with the reality of death, grief, hunger, and loneliness. As time passed, the burden of living like humans because too much and forsaken their immortality to naturally pass away. But there was one that refused to do that and chose to live among them regardless. The most powerful of them all. Xul.

Xul was the direct opposite of his sister Ulna, the goddess of life and serenity. His domain was death, fear, and pain. Unlike the others, his aspect was older and more primal. Death was everywhere just like pain and fear was. A meager substance to be had in the later eras but inexhaustible. And as so, as the others weakened and died, he prevailed. Prevailed enough he still had some of his original power. Opening portals, control over physical matter, and mind control. He used this power over the thousands of years to live among people comfortably. But as one would imagine, immortality grew very boring.

Human cruelty because unoriginal. To him each atrocity and genocide was the same as the one before it. And while he did feed off each and every one of them, it was like eating the same food each time. Then the 20th century came. He watched humanity grow powerful enough to kill one another in numbers he only dreamt of. He even toyed with the idea of inciting a nuclear war between two squabbling nations just to reap the death and misery from it. He chose not to as doing so would be akin to burning down your favorite restaurant. He had not existed so long being impulsive. And then came the fear of Y2K. Xul found it utterly hilarious watching people buy hundreds of rolls of toilet paper, gallons of water, dozens of boxes of cigarettes, all in case their computers use a zero instead of one. But when nothing came of it he sat down and thought about what could entertain him for a very long time. Something he had not done before. A few years would pass before Xul came up with a solution to his never-ending boredom. Fatherhood.

It was simple to find a female and fuck her enough to have a baby. While he found human females annoying and only good for fucking and his own twisted desires, they had what he needed to sire a child. Already blending in inside a human town called Columbia in a territory called Missouri, Xul, now Jonathan Jones had a son which he called Nathan. As for the mother, he simply released her now that she fulfilled her purpose. Over the years, he raised his son as he saw fit, taught him about his bloodline, of what half of him what he was, and what humans were to them. The boy learned as he came of age he was the child of an ancient God, that humans were weak playthings for amusement and food. And when the boy turned 16, his god father was delighted to see his son inherit his powers. Which brings us to now....

Nathan sighed in front of his computer as he hit a writer’s block. The word cursor blinking waiting for him to type. He had written a few paragraphs until he hit a block. He glanced at his half-cracked door as his father, an ancient sinister God passed by it. "Hey dad? Can you help with my homework?" the teen asked him. John opened the door. "What is the matter?" he asked his son. John looked like any typical human. 6ft tall exactly. Medium build. Skin barely tanned making one wonder what race he chose that particular century. Black hair tied in a hipster ponytail. And eyes as black as the night with red irises and pupils that glowed like burning wood embers. "Ancient Egypt?" he asked. "Yeah. I have to do a history report on it but when it comes to describing what they look like there's nothing much people can agree on. You were there right?" Nathan asked him. "Occasionally. I preferred to live in Babylon. Much nicer with better stock of females to feed off of. The Egyptians came in all types of skin color as their empire was so expansive" John replied. "And their clothes?" Nathan asked. John scratched his chin. "I could explain but why not see for yourself? Choose one and bring her here" John said. Nathan looked at him confused. "I know you've used your portals to shrink and kidnap females boy. Do not be embarrassed. You have needs and they exist to serve you" John said.

"How would I do that? I can make portals, but ancient Egypt was a long time ago" Nathan said to him. "Making a portal is more than just ripping a hole in space. If you concentrate you can open one through time as well" John replied. "Oh shit! Really?!" Nathan asked excitedly. "There are restrictions. One, you can't make one leading to the future. It has not happened yet. And two, you may only take those about to die so as not to do harm to the balance of things" John replied. Nathan held out his hand and concentrated. A space the size of a teacup saucer began to shimmer in the air before it. "Good now focus. I know of a time you can use..."

Thebes 663 BCE

Anara could hear the cries of her fellow priestesses being captured or worse by the invading Assyrian soldiers that now was destroying the city. She had run deeper into the temple hoping to avoid them. Soon the sound of footsteps behind her told her soldiers had now breached the inner chambers. She entered the sacred chamber and flung herself before the great statue. "Oh great Amun-Ra! I ask you to protect your humble servant!" she cried out. The air shimmered behind her as she prayed. A gigantic hand came through wrapping its fingers around her making her scream as she was dragged through. The soldiers kicked the doors open only to find...nothing.

"Excellent! A success on your first try. I expected nothing less from my progeny" the ancient God said grinning at his son's catch. In the teen's hand lay a shrunken and terrified Egyptian priestess. "She's really from ancient Egypt?!" Nathan asked inspecting her. "Indeed. Her name is Anara, and she was about to die with a sword through her back" his father replied looking upon her with glowing eyes. His father had the power to not only know the names of any human living or dead, but to see how they would die and when as their time grew short. Anara stared up at them frightened beyond belief. One moment she was praying, another she lay in the giant hands of a boy her age and an older giant with glowing eyes peering down at her. Their skin pale as the northerners that dwelled in the lands across the sea. Their language foreign to her who had learned a host of them. Her training afforded her lessons in Hebrew, Greek, Hittite, Assyrian, and Babylonian. She figured they must be gods to be so huge and to respond to her prayers yet neither looked anything like the gods of her pantheon. The old one knew her name.

"Anara" Nathan said. The girl jumped slightly hearing the younger giant use her name. She nodded to him. Anara made a squeaking sound as Nathan brought her close to his face. "That's funny. I expected her to be dirtier or smelly" he said. John bent down close. "Interesting. You caught a priestess. They were afforded the luxury of baths, oils, and perfumes. Still, as you can see some things are different from the females of now" he said. Anara raised her hands. "Haha! I see that. She has armpit hair!" the teen laughed. "Wait until you see her pussy. Can you take it from here?" John asked. "Yes father" Nathan replied. The old God nodded and left his son to his homework and fun.

Nathan placed Anara on his desk and stared at her for a few moments. Anara stood still seeking the courage to speak. Like all the other toys he had taken in the past, Anara stood just under 3 and a half inches tall. "My god, what is your name?" Anara asked trembling. Unlike his father, Nathan did not have the power to know all languages. He did not understand a word of her long dead language. She could see he looked confused. "Anara" she said pointing to herself. "Oh! Nathan!" he said pointing to himself. Her fear ebbed as she found him a little amusing. "He must be a god of the northerners. By why answer my prayer?" she wondered. "For a weak little primitive, you look nice" Nathan said smiling. It was true Anara was more fair than other girls her age. She was taller than most due to better food. Lighter skin due to being indoors more. Black hair free of lice, shiny and soft. Slim and not very muscular compared to the hard-working girls in the city. She even had bigger tits but that was due to her bloodline. Many envied her life. She froze in place as the giant held the length of her hair between his fingers. Anara found it interesting that he found her foreign as she did him.

His finger felt her tunic and inspected her jewelry. He found it curious as she had little hair on her legs and her sandals far better made than one would expect. He motioned for her to sit, and she did. More curious, he suddenly pulled her right sandal off her foot. "Do they not have sandals in his lands?" she wondered. "Cool" he whispered inspecting the tiny footwear. The leather was dark brown on the edges except on the insole where her bare foot wore it down. Five teeny, little toe prints and sole. The toe strap of softer leather just as worn. Underneath was a sole of corkwood and leather to give it cushion. Nathan suspected this was not ordinary sandals. No doubt only affordable due to her station. Inspired, he began typing away on his report.

Anara was mesmerized by the strange box thing in front of him. It made light without fire. Made not of wood or metal but strong. She was smart enough to figure out it was script on his screen. She began to suspect that Nathan was some kind of Etruscan God as some of his script looked like theirs. "How great he must be to have such things!" she thought. Her bare feet (as she had taken off her other sandal to avoid embarrassment wearing only one) felt the smoothness of the desk wood. Nowhere in the empire has such fine wood. Not even the pharaoh. Powerful magic that made cool air come from the wall. And his scent, spices, and herbs she found appealing. Appealing enough she was aroused. "And done" Nathan said saving the file. He glanced at Anara. "Now we can have fun" he said quietly to her. The way he looked upon made her heart skip. His finger traced her right arm until he held her hand between his fingertips. "He likes me!" she thought smiling. Stories of gods having relations with mortals were abound in her teachings. Priestesses like her had to remain virgins but there was an exception if it was a god.

She took off her delicate turquoise necklace and allowed him to slip her linen tunic off. Nathan licked his lips as he found her breasts to be larger and more beautiful than expected. She dutifully lifted her legs as he pulled her simple loincloth off. "Oh. You don't shave down there" he muttered realizing what the father meant by her pussy. Anara was embarrassed and looked away. "Don't. I want to see your face. Especially the look in your eyes when you realize how fucked you are" he whispered touching her cheek and turning her head. Anara had no idea what was coming.

His finger rubbed her bare stomach over and over until he gently pinched her tits together. "Your nipples are hard from that? You're a stupid little thing aren't you? Smiling up at me. You don't have a clue what I'm saying to you right now. You thought you were safe here, but it would've been kinder to let you die back in Egypt. I'm going to rape you over and over until you're just a twitching broken slut. And after that...I'm going to eat you" Nathan said with a grin. Nathan bent forward and kissed her. Her teenage hormones had forgotten he was a god, and she eagerly returned his kiss. A kiss more passionate than anything she ever dreamed of. That is until Nathan began sucking her face so hard he literally pulled the air out of her lungs. "God Nathan...please...I cannot breathe" she thought. She began beating her fists on his cheeks. Trying to pull away as he held her in place. She took a deep breath as he finally let go. She thought it was an accident but deep down she began to suspect his smile was not what it seemed. "Was that too much you pathetic little female? So puny I could kill you with a simple kiss?" he asked. The fake concern in his voice gave a false sense of ease in Anara.

Nathan placed her in his hand. His finger caressing her cheek. He leaned forward kissing licking and sucking on her tummy. The warmth in her body spread. Her pussy became moist. She groaned out loud as he sucked her tits into his mouth. Rolling her pea sized tits around with his tongue before sucking them harder and harder until she cried out again. And then he let go. The coldness of the air on her saliva-soaked breasts did not help the soreness of them. "You’re starting to get it now don't you? That I'm going to hurt you. That I'm going to rape you brutally in ways your stupid little mind can't even imagine" Nathan said this time not smiling. "I thought he liked me. What I have I don't to displease him? Nathan! Mercy! Please give me mercy!" she yelled out loud. Even though he only understood his name, he knew she was begging him not to hurt her. They always did. He used his fingers to spread her legs as he brought her to his mouth.

"Ah...ah...ahhhh....AHHHGH!" she yelled. At first it felt perfect as he licked and sucked her cunt. And then Nathan jammed the tip of his giant tongue into her snatch so deep it ripped away her hymen. Her maiden blood mixed with her juices on his palate. As she was being literally tongue fucked, she looked into his eyes and saw them faintly glowing red. It was then she lost all hope as no benevolent God had eyes like that. As much as she hated it, she came. Her small body lay limp in his palm as she panted. Nathan only gave her a moment to rest. She yelped in pain as he cruelly flicked her breasts with his finger. She simply sobbed in his hand until Nathan grew bored. Taking her with him to his bed, he sat down and yanked off his shorts. Her eyes grew wide seeing the biggest dick of her life. "No...no please..." she begged in her native tongue trying to free herself from his grip. She screamed as she was plastered to his shaft and roughly jerked up and down faster and faster. Her stomach turned by the sheer motion. Her nipples rubbed raw. "Here it comes!" Nathan yelled holding her and jamming her crotch down right over his cock head. Anara squealed as she felt a torrent of semen burst forth coating her legs, thighs, and crotch. She cried and turned away in disgust. Nathan used his finger to make her look at him. "Be honored you got my cum you worthless human. There's enough inside you to get you pregnant but you won't live that long" he said coldly to her.

Nathan took her to the bathroom and cleaned himself and her before returning to his room. There he lay in bed playing Mario Kart on his Switch as Anara hung from his mouth. Half of her inside as he sucked and sucked, and tongue fucked her over and over making her cum...over and over. After an hour, Anara was barely conscious having came 7 times. He sat down his Switch and spat her into his hand. "Guess you're all done now. You're done right?" he said poking her. Anara twitched slightly. "Time for me to eat you I guess" Nathan whispered as he sucked her back into his mouth. Anara thought he was going to rape her once more until she realized she was being sucked in deeper and deeper. "No. He's going to eat me. Amun-Ra, Isis, someone help me!" she screamed as she disappeared into his mouth. Nathan had devoured many girls and women by this point and found most had the same flavors. Sweet, salty, musky. Anara was slightly different with traces of Rose oil and incense on her skin. It reminded him of spiced ham his father served during winter. Weak, Anara fought as hard as she could not to become a snack for a giant demigod. Twisting, turning, kicking around in his mouth. She had turned completely around and felt a coolness. Her bare feet had escaped his mouth. Two tiny bare soles sticking out from between his lips. Nathan smiled sucking them back in. Working up saliva, he tilted his head back and let gravity do its work.

Anara slipped towards the back of his throat entering headfirst. The first swallow gripped her up till her collarbone, then the next her waist, and the next her entire body. She became a screaming lump in his throat disappearing underneath his collarbone. With a heavy plop she landed in his stomach. Nathan patted his stomach and let out a belch before deciding to play Mario Kart again. Inside his stomach, the air was thin and toxic. Anara was in utter darkness. The sound of his heartbeat and the plorping of juices and acids around her. Barely any room to stand, she waded to the edge of his stomach. Beating her fist on the lining only tickled Nathan and actually hastened her demise. Stimulated, the stomach began secreting fresh acids to break down what was inside. Anara felt a tingling in her toes, then soles, then ankles. A pain set in making her fall. The acids had risen covering half of her body. Her skin began to burn as Anara's whimpering turned to screaming. Mercifully, she passed out having run out of breathable air.

"Nathan! Dinner time!" his father yelled. Nathan stopped playing and went downstairs. "So did you finish your report?" John asked. "I did. She actually helped" Nathan replied. "Did you enjoy using her?" John asked. "Ehh...she made me cum so there's that" Nathan said shrugging before eating his spaghetti. A moment later, Anara's half-digested corpse was buried under half eaten spaghetti. "Well, she provided a delicious source of pain, misery, and death so she served her pathetic purpose of existence" his father said. "Father, have you ever loved a human? Like my mother?" Naan asked quietly. "Loved? Intrigued enough to find a few worth noticing is more accurate. Your mother being one of them. She worshipped me in the old ways, which I admired and is partly why I did not eat her. Why do you ask?" John asked. "I was wondering if I may one day love one" Nathan replied softly. "Immortals like ourselves are not allowed to love humans. No good comes from it. We are gods to humans as a human is to a mayfly. They grow old and die in a blink of time" his father said quietly. Nathan nodded and continued to eat.

After dinner, his father sat quietly in the living room watching tv until he stretched out his hand. The air shimmered and he looked through the portal. On the other side was a woman sitting on her sofa watching tv. He reached through and pulled her to his side and as usual shrunken within his grasp. "Xul, how may I serve you" she said speaking his true name. "You will service my cock tonight and feast on my cum" he replied. "As you command lord" she said taking her clothes off. "Our son spoke of you today" he said watching. "...I see" she said softly. When Nathan had turned six and shared the first signs of divinity, Xul sent his mother away so as not to interfere with his upbringing. That did not mean Xul had forgotten her. "May I see him as promised?" she asked. "As I said before, not before his full ascension" he replied. "By your command lord" she said softly as he carried her upstairs.

Two woman shrunken, one abused and eaten. The other a willing sex toy. Ghastly and wicked for many, but for this household...it was just another Tuesday.

[Sumguy14]

an enjoyable read. Very worth my time. Reminiscent of Dorian the Black's work. Well done.