Date: Sun, 18 Feb 2018 14:32:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: Abra Cadabra <abracadabra923@yahoo.com>
Subject: Song of the Makers

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Content: a creation myth about assfucking.


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THE SONG OF THE MAKERS
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1.

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.

2.

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.

3.

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.

4.

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.

5.

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.

6.

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.

7.

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.

8.

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.

9.

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.

10.

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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