The Beginning Ch. 12

"Perhaps you require further explanation. The rest of The Council and I have no corporeal forms. The only way for us to experience emotion or sensation is to take on the form of one of our Creations. In the short time since we created The Prime, none of us have created a being like you, so full of sensation and expression, nor have any of us experienced what this form is experiencing right now, and certainly nothing close to what I experienced when touching this 'vagina'. Were I to study these feelings fully, perhaps I could understand how they work, and incorporate them into some of my own creations; possibly into a copy of your species itself. What a wonderful gift that would be for The Prime!

"And yet, if you are truly opposed to engaging with me sexually, it is possible for me to psychically insert a 'romantic' history into your memories which would cover the initial stages of what you refer to as 'dating'. To you, the memories would be as real as any other experience."

"I don't like the idea of having false memories in my head."

"That is your choice, I will not force you into it. However, to answer your question about the removal of the resonating mote, it is embedded in you rather deeply. It is my belief that physical contact between our forms would hasten the process; if we were to engage sexually, I would be able to connect with your mind and soul more deeply, through the junction of our connection."

"So, what you're saying is that me having sex with a random woman, who looks like— and in a very literal sense, is— a goddess, will enable said woman to access deeper parts of my 'mind and soul', and figure out who my 'Creator' was?"

"It would also allow me to better understand this form and these feelings that your thoughts have stirred within me."

"Fuck me, I'm definitely dreaming again."

"Perhaps you are. Perhaps, all of this is nothing more than a figment of your imagination. If you assume that statement to be true, and all of this is nothing more than a series of images played across your brain while you rest, will our sexual engagement have any real impact on you?"

"When you put it that way..."

"So," she asked, standing up and sashaying towards me, "how do we begin?"

My heart was hammering away in my chest as she got closer to me, and my cock was tenting my shorts, but all I could focus on were her lips. Deciding that all this was nothing more than a dream, I committed myself to making the most out of whatever was about to happen, and wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in close. Leaning down, I closed my eyes as I kissed her, her soft lips molding themselves to mine. I tightened my grip on her, one arm around her waist and the other hand cradling her head, as I deepened the kiss with a moan of desire, my tongue darting out to tease her lips. Following my lead, her lips parted to let our tongues meet, and I tasted a hint of mangoes. Her hands finally joined in on the action, her fingers gripping my hair and trying to pull me in deeper.

I moved my hands down to knead her ass through the thin t-shirt, and she moaned into my mouth and started rubbing her crotch against mine. I could feel her heat through our clothes, and it ratcheted my desire even higher.

I needed to feel her skin against mine.

Breaking the kiss, I pushed her back onto the bed, scrambling to pull my clothes off. When I looked back at her, she'd done the same, and was poised and waiting for me. Her breasts were thrust into the air, nipples aroused and pointing right at me, and I couldn't help but stand there and take it all in for a second. She was resting on her forearms, one leg up on the bed, bent at the knee, and the other hanging off the edge, her hair mussed up into a halo around her face, a "come hither" look in her eyes.

I walked over and kissed her again, one hand in her hair, while the other cupped a breast. She moaned as I flicked a nipple, and I broke the kiss to trail my way down her jaw and neck with my lips, finally reaching the tops of her breasts. Pushing her flat onto the bed, I kissed a circle around her right breast while playing with her left, before suddenly moving to clamp my lips around her right nipple. She hissed in pleasure and wrapped her fingers in my hair again, softly kneading my head as I suckled at her tit. Not wanting my other "breast friend" to feel left out, I switched to her left nipple, my hand tracing wet patterns around her right nipple and areola. I could feel her body shudder through a mini-orgasm, and she pulled almost painfully at my hair.

"These sensations," she moaned, "so rich, so full. They make this form feel alive. My nether regions leak as they beg for your attention!"

Well, I mean, it wasn't quite what I expected in terms of dirty talk, but I'd be lying if I didn't admit that it turned me on even more.

Moving both hands to play with her breasts, I started kissing my way southwards down her belly, and to the top of her mons. Kneeling on the floor, I moved my arms around the outside of her thighs, spreading her legs and exposing her moist sex to me in all its glory. The scent of mangoes hit me again, and I breathed in deep as the tip of my tongue traced the outside of her lips almost reverently.

The irony of the imagery wasn't lost on me.

The taste of ripe, sweet mangoes exploded into my mouth as I licked the very center of her pussy, her moan of pleasure filling up the room as her hands pushed me into her. Satisfied that my worship was bearing fruit, I devoted myself wholeheartedly to my task, eating her out like a shipwrecked sailor who'd found his first clam. The shudder in her legs was my only warning as she suddenly broke free of my grip and clamped her thighs around my head, writhing as a powerful orgasm wracked her body. I clamped my lips around her as she came, her sweet juices filling my mouth and running down my chin. When she finally eased up, I moved up and kissed her again, sharing some of her essence with her.

"This form begs for more," she said, looking at me with eyes full of desire, "give me more."

I kissed her again as I moved one hand down to grasp my cock and guide it to her entrance. Rubbing it over her lips to coat it in her juices, positioned myself at her hole, slowly tracing circles with the head of my cock.

"Are you ready?" I asked, and she merely nodded as she kissed me again, passionately.

Bracing myself on my arm, I slowly pushed myself into her tight hole, gasping as her pussy swallowed the head of my cock. Moving slowly to avoid hurting her, I lost myself in the taste of her lips and the feel of her tongue on mine, as I thrust in and out of her shallowly, going just a little deeper with every push. As I finally bottomed out in her and our pelvises kissed, she broke our kiss violently, throwing her head back as the walls of her pussy clamped around my member and squeezed it, undulating through her orgasm.

It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before! No matter how many times I'd jerked myself off, nothing could have prepared me for the rush of sensation and emotion I was feeling right then. I'd have cum then and there, completely ruining the experience for both of us, if I hadn't been taken by surprise and distracted by the intense beams of light that shone out of her eyes, and the feeling of something being unlocked within me.

We just lay there as her orgasm passed, and when it finally did, she wrapped her thighs around me and rolled us over. She kissed me again before leaning backwards, her hands on my shoulders to support herself as she gyrated on me, my hands wrapped around her hips. She slowly lifted herself up and let herself drop, moaning in pleasure. Dropping down to kiss me again, her nipples pressed into my chest as she slowly started riding me. I moved my hands back to start kneading her ass, and we lost ourselves in the pleasure as we kissed and fucked.

She steadily increased her pace, till she suddenly stiffened up as another orgasm rolled across her body. There was nothing I could do this time, and I felt my own body tightening as the strongest orgasm I've ever experienced caused me to explode into her. We were both panting as we finally came down, and she just rolled herself off me, and I turned around to spoon her, both of us uncaring about the fact that we were lying in the cold wetness of our combined cum and sweat.

"That was more than I could have ever expected. Thank you." She said, after a while.

"It was bloody amazing," I replied, as I softly kissed her behind her ear.

"It was a worthy first experience, then?"

"How did you know about that?" I asked her, too lost in the post-orgasmic bliss to really care.

"Your mind and your soul were laid bare to me as we coupled." She said, turning around to face me. "I saw everything; the origin of your universe, the history of your species, and your own personal history. I have the answers to my questions."

"Well?"

"Your universe is one that was born of chance. It is an image of an image, countless times over, of The Prime, created after one of our order tore apart the Scroll. As such, it was created by us, but also, not. You do not speak Unilan, for the language no longer exists. It has been replaced by another that your species is too young to learn.

"As for the motes of strangeness within you, three of them have arisen from within your universe, and as such, are closed to me. The mote placed by The Chronicler seems to be cordoning off a section of your emotional being, and while I may disagree with it, I am bound to not interfere in the workings of others of the Council."

"What about the mote you said resonated with you?"

"That was the strangest of all. It was a hint of my essence that had somehow been corrupted. I have replaced it with a mote of pureness, and sequestered it within myself for further study at a later time."

"I don't know if I'm really satisfied with all these answers. To be honest, I'm left with even more questions now."

"Knowledge is a dangerous thing. Too much of it is as bad as too little. I must ask you to trust that I have told you all you need to know, and indeed, all you are capable of knowing at this time."

"Very well." I sighed, resigning myself to leaving my questions unanswered, "What now?"

"Now," she replied, wrapping a hand around my cock and slowly stroking me back to hardness, "I would like to continue my study of your species' sexuality. In particular, I would like to experience what your sexual organ feels like in the other two orifices of this form."

All I could do was smile excitedly as we kissed again, all my concerns forgotten in anticipation of all my upcoming firsts.

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A long time later, we lay together after our fourth go-round, her head on my chest, a bit of my cum seeping out of her well-fucked ass.

"As enjoyable as that was," she said, looking up at me with a soft smile, "I am afraid that our time together must come to an end. I need to tend to the Scroll, and you need to return to your period of time."

"Will I ever see you again?" I asked, sadly, having accepted a while ago that this couldn't have been a simple dream, and as such, must be real. Loathe as I was to admit it, I'd already fallen for The Lady in our time together, and even the knowledge that she was an actual goddess didn't stop me from harboring the hope that we may have a future together.

"If events transpire as I have seen them to, you will."

"Okay," I said, sitting up, "I can live with that."

"Walk out through that door," she said, pointing to the bedroom door as it swung open on its own, "and you will be returned."

I gave her a long kiss goodbye, and stood up to walk through the door. The black nothingness that I'd woken up in was all that awaited me, and I turned around to get one last look at her, before walking through.

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"That which once was, has come to pass," a strange voice that sounded familiar, somehow, said, "and the cycle begins anew. It would seem that both of us have received some answers. It was her interaction with you that pushed The Lady to create Earth and the humans, and to push the rest of us to incorporate sexual desire and pleasure in our creations, too. Similarly, her observation of the events that led to your creation, and her desire to continue to be with you, caused her to convince The Ripper to sunder the Scroll. While I do not yet understand her choice to unleash the Darkness, never before have events been as clear to me, as they are now.

"You should rejoice, my Hero, for you are the only Creation to ever manage to capture the heart of a Creator. You are the single reason for the existence of the Multiverse, and it is only fitting that you will go on to defend it.

"As always, however, I cannot let you leave with more knowledge than you need. You have my eternal apology, my Hero, but you will remember nothing of this encounter.

"As it once was, so shall it be again."

Before I had the chance to protest or resist, a hand emerged out of the nothingness and pushed itself into my head. I screamed in pain as the hand withdrew, wisps of light peeking through its fingers.

"My mem-" I cried, before the darkness violently claimed me.

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