by Rhys Thomas
“So, this connection me and Wyatt shared was cut, because a link between two individuals in separate domains shouldn’t be possible,” I began. “Once that connection was cut our times resumed at a different paces. Mine accelerated, where only a few days passed for Wyatt.”
“As to how you came into existence I don’t rightly know.” For a brief instance I caught a flicker of confusion and distaste in his expression. “Mari is the same as you, she simply came to be one day. I found and nurtured her in her power and from there we’ve been searching for her soul-bound… Partner – which is you.” He explained all this with a strange little smile of his face that showed his very pointy shark-like teeth. “Eventually the connection you have to my power would’ve drawn unintended observers.”
“you mean other Domain leaders, don’t you?” I asked curiously, catching his unintended meaning. He nodded.
“Okay, I understand all that but why do you need an heir? I mean, you’ve a got a work force of celestials, what could I possibly encourage that they could not.”
Ra’al explained why, “they are restrained by a set of laws I establish within them, when I created them. Like me they have minimal contact with the populace of my domains. They cannot directly interfere, for it would upset the balance of a domain and be seen as if I myself were getting involved.”
“So why aren’t you?” I hissed at him. He wanted something from me in this deal, something he couldn’t do on his own. There was something he personally couldn’t get involved in but, someone to his bidding easily could. He needed a scape goat – or a puppet – I amended.
“Because,” he began slowly. “To do so would break the rules we set in place, if I or my celestials simply jaunted about Viria, doing that would mean more unneeded attention, not only that but it would weaken me to a state comparable to the domain.”
“Meaning you would be vulnerable?”
“As the link between us progresses,” he told me. “My own power will diminish and weaken. Yours on the other hand will only grow stronger. But between now and then you could act as a vessel for my intentions, a vessel without the restriction we’ve placed ourselves in.”
“What these other Domain leaders? Won’t they know about me eventually?”
“Yes,” he replied stoically. “My siblings will not awaken till the next cycle. A year in your terms. Essentially, they are sleeping to conserve power, which as I’m the most powerful of the domain leaders, don’t need. I act as a… guardian of sorts for them.”
I was starting to feel like I was talking to an eight-ball. I was getting answers, but answers that didn’t particularly mean anything to me. I glance to my left, as the conversation lulled, and I tried to consider more questions I could ask. I caught Marisa staring at me, her predatory gaze seeming hungry and more, something I didn’t recognise, it was stupid to even consider really. I had hardly known her more than a few days, yet there was a connection between us, something invisible but also tangible within my thoughts.
Before you ask, no, it wasn’t love, at least I didn’t consider it to be so. It was more than that, it was completion and meaning.
She smiled when she noticed my discomfort, it was a small secret thing that made her both youthful and sly. An uncomfortable sensation passed along my temples surging quickly with pressure and I had to reach up and rub my temples to ease the growing pain I would inevitably feel.
The motion broke my contact with Marisa and as I turned away from her the pressure ease significantly. I had always been prone to headaches and migraines. Sometimes a migraine would last for days, causing me to hide away in dark room while popping every pill imaginable, within moderation of course.
Other times when the migraines came, I’d suffer a blackout and wake up several hours later in a pool of my own vomit. This pressure was a two out of ten, on the scale of ten being so helpless that bashing my head against a wall would’ve been a far-cry better way to escape the constant battering my skull I would go through.
After a solid minute of massaging my head I refocused and realised that Ra’al and Marisa were watching me; Marisa looked concerned and she reach over to seize my hand in comfort. Ra’al on the other hand nodded his head like he in understood.
I cleared my throat uncomfortably, “so um - where were we again?” I asked, then remembered. “What are you protecting the other leaders from exactly?” He smiled as if we had just gotten to the meat of our conversation. I for one certainly hoped so, he stood and beckoned me to follow.
“Come. I’ll show you,” and I did bringing a clinging goddess along with me. We walked across the room to the far side wall where Ra’al stood. Marisa and I only a few feet behind and I watched as he flicked his hand casually, half a second later a transparent dark red screen materialised into existence reminding me of a menu screen usually seen in video games.
He scrolled down through a list of options, and I averted my gaze feeling like I was intruding while he input passwords in a language I couldn’t possibly understand. The text was that of flowing hieroglyph’s which I felt had more expressive meaning that actually words or letters.
Eventually he turned and gestured for us to step closer, once beside him he gestured the screen and faced forward. The white clinical wall slid aside giving us a view of what lay beyond.
The vast expanse of space stretched before me, an endless void of nothing but the sun, blackness and a huge white hole equal that of the sun. I say white hole, but it more like a three-dimensional flat plane. It was both big and small, like an overly stretched white pinprick and it wavered, wobbling like an optical illusion or a mirage.
The edges along the rim of the hole were constantly distorting and flexing like giant asshole. My pulse quickened at the sight of it and I wanted to be lost staring into its non-existent depths.
It called me in silent whispers, tickling across the barrier of my mind. Beckoning me to reach out, as if I could touch it from where I stood. I felt Marisa’s grip on my arm increase as if to reassure herself of my living presence. I came back to awareness, though the process felt both quick and lengthy.
“What is it?” I asked, my words hushed and sounding hoarse to my own ears.
“We do not rightly know,” he said.
“By we, you mean you and the other domain leaders?”
He nodded and explained, “yes. we- I believe or more so theorised that it may have been the origin of our existence. We cannot enter, nor communicate with it or beyond it. The White only pushes things through,” he said sagely, rubbing his chin in speculation.
“Pushes things through?” I asked dryly.
“From what we know we, in our life-time. Others have come through the white. They’re more primordial than us, usually their nothing more than mindless beasts slipping through.”
I nodded as if following along. Okay let’s be real, ginormous primordial beasts floating through space, fighting against a council of being that are capable of creating and governing whole universe’s and planes of existence. All of them pooped out by a white pucker in space. Absolutely fan-fucking-tastic, I thought.
“Great, what’s next?” I muttered sarcastically.
Ra’al must’ve heard me cause much to my shrinking confidence he told me what was next. “A few of your hundred years ago, an intelligent primordial beast came through the white, it closely resembled the form of a snake. The leviathan – as I’ve come to title the intelligent class of beast,” he said with some smug satisfaction. “A being known as Ananta. We had an interesting conversation, in which Ananta informed Marisa and I of what lay beyond on the other side of the White.” He gestured at the white disc in a dismissive manner, as if it didn’t really concern him. I glanced at the white space pucker and my insides flipped curiously.
“Beyond the white he told us a of a war, that has been playing out between Leviathans on the other side. One where Ananta defends the white as his opposition, another leviathan, called Dyarkum, or devourer as I prefer. Whose form bares similarities
to that of a whale.”
I figured Ra’al was dolling up this story with his own dramatical input by this point, so I just nodded wanting him to continue. “According to Ananta, Dyarkum has been devouring entire planets, but furthermore the devourer has found a way to pull portions of world’s from the other side of the white and portal them to another, like an invasion force. This allows the devourer forces an easier and permanent foothold on any planet they invade.” He paused; an overly dramatic concerned look passing over his stoic features. “Dyarkum has found a way to destabilise the worlds of a domain, by causing complete and utter chaos. When the worlds defences are down and all is in disarray, the core and heart of the world is vulnerable. If the world is devoured and its core is siphoned off, it would mean the power of domain leader would slacken.”
He paused to gather his thoughts, and lines, I thought with a mental snicker. Yet, I could see now how the prospect of death or losing his power greatly disturbed him.
“Ananta the serpent leviathan informed me, that he and many others have fought alongside domain leaders on the other side to combat and push back the forces arrayed against them. Unfortunately,” he sighed. “It would seem that they’ve all been destroyed and now Dyarkum turns his gaze to us.”
“So, I assume that this… Dyarkion? Came through the White?” I asked him and Ra’al nodded grimly in reply. I knew there must’ve already been contact.
“Yes, it came through after eating what remained beyond the White.” I could imagine how he feels, to believe and be confident in only your own power. Then to meet a being that ate your kind as an afternoon snack. The god-things face withered into a sour expression, “Ananta and I formed a pact of sorts. He became the guardian of my Viria domain. I granted him access going against our sacred rules by granting him an arbiter and allowing him sufficient sway over the Viria domain.” He paused and added dismissively, “it is the most primitive of my worlds. The hundreds of others would stand a far better chance.
“But we thought we could stop Dyarkums advance here and possibly stall him. Perhaps enough to even weaken the devourer’s power enough that either myself or Ananta could destroy the whale.”
“Something went wrong,” I guessed and Ra’al nodded.
“The whales forces are a formidable abomination. They out manoeuvred and overwhelmed. The Shi’en as they’re called attempted a cataclysmic event. We managed to halt the process mid-way-through and Ananta’s arbiter sacrificed his life to suppress the Shi’en, by banishing them to another plane and Ananta sacrificed the majority of his power to disable the gate-ways between those planes.”
“So, you came to a stand-still, then what?” I questioned.
“Nothing,” he shrugged. “Nothing happened, Dyarkums interference simply stop and the Whale retreated through the white.” The god gave a noncommittal shrug and stared at the white puckered hole in space.
“Right, so why’d you need me then if the problem is already solved?” I asked and scratched my cheek. I felt immensely tired and stupidly horny thanks to the goddess rubbing up and down and squirming beside me.
Ra’al didn’t notice when I shifted, and I cursed my tired body for it’s obvious betrayal. In-fact when I adjusted. Marisa went to her tiptoes and pressed her warm pouty lips against my neck, and I shivered with arousal despite myself.
Thankfully Ra’al brought me out of my arousal, as weird as it is saying that an old-man helped me forget about my erection and Marisa’s full-lips pressed against my skin. “I need you because the problem hasn’t been solved, at least, not yet it hasn’t,” he admitted. “You see one of the species from those many refugees who were caught up in the binding. Were granted gifts—a perversion you could say—extensive capabilities of the magic that permeates Viria. They were capable of a great many things, the native population of Viria could never do with magic and the elements.”
He paused and then carried on. “When Ananta’s arbiter banished the Shi’en, he affixed the element of fire as the binding rune. Since then, the populace has suffered from madness induce by their proximity to flames for countless years.
“These refugees, the Kashirans—Elves—were able to induce a magical-flame capable of imitating all the common qualities of fire,” he sighed wistfully, his thoughts going off in tandem. “-Anyway, after the long years of their rein. Their leaders like many became obsessed with power and managed a deal with a lone Shi’en abomination, spared from the banishment.
“This lone Shi’en fooled the old elves into helping her reopen a gateway to Za’el where the Shi’en have been stewing for half a millennium. Well from there you can imagine; they’ve been slowly advancing more and more back into Haroxi.”
I nodded, understanding now. Dyarkion - or whatever his name was - was sitting back nice, fat and pleasant-like, while his forces grew in bulk and advanced their plans in preparation for this return.
The serpent guy was practically catatonic, or just out of the game all together. Ra’al is unable to directly manipulate events because of some clause in sub section A, that stated ‘god-thingy, be too damned powerful and thus too haughty to muddy their slippers!’ Or something. That’s where I come in. A hopeless corner store employee, with a lot of regrets and bad shit in his head, not to mention my strange ass ability.
Shit, I mean, I died. What else can I do? “So, what do you need me to do?” I asked with a smirk.
“I’ll tell you the rest later on this evening,” he placed a hand on my shoulder and gave it an uncomfortable squeeze. “Go get some rest it’ll be easier to explain as we go through the motions.” I nodded mutely to muffle the growing yawn that was building. “Marisa, show Jon back to his room. Then return here, you and I need speak privately before you leave,” he said addressing his daughter with a smile.
She nodded vigorously. “Of course. I shan’t be long,” she said, and I had to chuckle softly as we turned away and made for the exit.
“What?” she asked looking at me questioningly.
“Shan’t be long dearest father,” I said in a mock imitation of her voice. She swatted me lightly on the back.
“Shut it, or you’ll find I can bite just as easily as I can swallow,” she grinned at me.
“What did your dad mean when he said you’ll be leaving?” I asked her.
She shrugged her slender shoulders, “I suppose you’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you.”
We walked back in a comfortable silence. The lava belched a vaporous spirt as we entered and went silent again. I turned to say goodnight to Marisa as I intended to sleep. When she plastered her body against me as she rose, and I dipped my face to meet hers.
Her full velvety lips press against mine as her tongue snaked and probed just beyond my teeth, but the instant her tongue met mine we became drunkenly entangled. I drank all of her in as our kiss deepened, with such a need and hunger her hands slid up my exposed chest and over my shoulders to my back where her nails bit deeply.
I gripped her full firm ass and squeezed it roughly causing her to moan in response. Our lips broke contact with our foreheads pressed against one another’s, our breathing heavy, hot and electric.
“I need you inside me my love,” she whispered huskily, “I need to feel you.”
I couldn’t understand why she needed me so badly, but I’d have to be stupid to argue with her. I watched her predatory gaze as her eyes sharpened intensely, anticipating what I would do. What could I do, certainly not deny her that’s for sure.
I kissed her back with the same hunger I saw in her eyes. Her legs sprung up and wrapped around my waist as she ground herself against me. I broke our kiss and licked from the corner of her mouth, to her neck and shoulder and bit down. I wanted to mark her, to leave something of my own behind, in-case we never saw each other again.
Her hands became frantic reaching down between us as she fumbled trying to unwrap my stupid skirt. “We need to be quick - so fuck the foreplay,” she growled at me. Then ripped half of my skirt off. Still holding
her I moved us towards the bed, her cream jumpsuit seeped into the pore of her skin and vanished.
“Handy,” I said with a chuckle and paused to admire sensual curves. Her large breast had a sight sag. Her dark pink nipples peaking her glorious mounds. Her flat stomach showed the hint of a four pack, though her waist was narrow it flared out at her hips and ass. Small strip of cropped crimson curls were like a feverish indicator above the slit between her legs. I reached between us and felt the heat of her wetness.
This only enticed me more as she rubbed her sex with a need against me. I reached down with one hand grabbed my throbbing cock as her hands fumbled to lift the stupid skirt out of the way.
Then I pushed gently into her, my head lulling back as I enter her and heard her moan a name or a word I didn’t recognise. I stood still for a brief moment just taking in her body as she slowly rolled her hips, her legs gripping me tightly pulling and pushing me in and out of her.
I wanted to pour my entire existence into this woman, and I realised I could very much fall for her, as she leaned away from me and bit the skin of her arm in ecstasy. I cupped her breasts and sucked and licked and pinched at her nipples thrusting to match her rhythm.
Then I lifted her up easily and sat us on the bed. Marissa now straddling my lap and we rocked back and forth in slow rhythmical motions like lapping waves of water. The only sound to be heard, were that our moans and the whispered breath of the name falling from Marissa lips. It felt like an eternity had passed as we breathed one another in, but our body screamed for release and we sped against each other thrusting upwards in to her, she let out tiny moaning yelps as our climaxes neared.
I felt the walls of her vagina spasm and contract around me. Our bodies locked and we froze and spilled together and for one momentous moment I thought, Jon tomorrow we may just die, but today. Today you fucked a goddess. A few minutes later Marisa got dressed and left the room, leaving me with the parting promise, that she’d be here when I woke next.