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by Underwood, Patrick

“Yeah, I call them ships. Cubes? I don't know, either what they were or who they were.”

  “But we were told the gods moved us to this place.”

  “For all I know, they are the same. From my perspective, I was on the street, looked up, and all I saw was a big black cube of death and a purple beam. I don't think our military defenses even had a chance. I actually wonder what happened to old Admiral Jackson though, he was in command of the fleet on one of our flagships, I doubt he went down without a fight.”

  “You can't fight the gods,” Tyla said, looking at the fire with sadness on her face.

  “Hey, none of that. You said yourself these Demigods got cast out by the gods. Making them mortal as in they can be killed right?” I walked up behind her and gave her a hug, careful to not put my hands over her breasts.

  She nodded and leaned back into me. I had to shift, so she was not putting the top of her butt to my groin and feeling my… reaction.

  “Yes,” Tyla said. “The Matriarchs of the elves killed the first few that came over. It wasn't till they began turning the Chosen that they had enough power to win.”

  “How do you think they turn them?”

  “I… have only heard rumors, but Josephina supposedly asked to bond with Seir for power. Or he came to her with an offer of power. We are not sure. But she wanted to be bound to him.”

  “Her and my mother had a… disagreement or something. I do not know the specifics. But they argued over how to expand the Matriarchy. Josephina wanted to march the army and conquer the lands to the north, expanding to where the tribes live in the wilds.”

  “Who are they?”

  “Humans who ran from the civil wars hundreds of years ago, they raid our lands from time to time. My mother thought we should leave them alone while we slowly expanded our cities and towns with colonies and built up our defenses.”

  “So, you don't think I am crazy?”

  “No, I believe you. It… feels true to me. Like something is telling me to believe you.”

  Her comments triggered a thought. Specifically, it made me wonder if one of these gods was pulling strings in some way. I had this feeling I was a mouse in a maze hunting for the cheese and that bothered me. However, I would have to hold onto the thoughts as there was nothing I could do.

  “Ok, it's late and we're exhausted. Let's clean up and get to bed. I have more questions, but they can wait. Our clothes should be dry by morning, and we can get a move on. Maybe we can try to curve back south for the free towns you mentioned. I honestly still do not know what drew me here.”

  We split up and cleaned up our mess, protecting the food the best we could, then I put a few more logs on the fire. The single sleeping roll was just wide enough to fit us both, but it was… snug, to say the least.

  “Uh, you want me to sleep outside the bag since we don't have any clothes on?” I offered.

  She shook her head as she got into the sleeping bag. “Just join me… please?”

  Her eyes, big, brown, and beautiful, looked up at me as she asked the question.

  “Ok,” I said, swallowing hard, and slipped in next to her, turning around so that my back was to her.

  We didn't really have pillows and had been using my ruined clothes for that purpose, so I tried to get comfortable on the ground with my arm and closed my eyes. The bluish glow in the cavern is not so bright that it would make it too hard to sleep.

  Tyla rustled next to me, trying to find a comfortable position, before she turned over to face me. “Can I use you as a pillow?” she asked.

  “Uh, sure.” I rolled over onto my back and let her get into the crook of my arm and chest. She snuggled next to me as I tried to get comfortable, putting her breast to my side while her head lay on me. I was really hoping she did not notice the rising problem I was having down below from her movements. Just as I said that her right leg pushed up and onto my knee, only inches from my manhood.

  She adjusted, touching it with her knee, causing it to twitch and go to full hardness. When Tyla finally settled, I relaxed, hoping the… rising problem would go away soon. I took several deep, slow, and steady breaths to calm my raging needs.

  Just as I was getting them back in control, Tyla shifted again, this time pushing herself up and over. She was suddenly straddling me, looking down. She looked at me only for a moment before pushing her face into mine for a deep kiss, her ass right above my now instantly re-hardened shaft.

  She cut off the kiss and sat back up, straddling me just above my groin. I was in awe of her beauty, silhouetted by the soft blue glow of the various crystals throughout the cave. My heartbeat increased very quickly, and my breath hitched as I looked at the brunette beauty above me.

  I lost my ability to resist.

  “I don't want to wait anymore,” Tyla said, with a confidence in her voice that typically wasn't present.

  She wanted this.

  It was my turn to take the initiative, rather than speak, I reached up and pulled her into me. Our faces came together, and our tongues met once again.

  Her hardened nipples poked into my chest like diamonds, and I could feel her dampness where she sat on me. We kissed like this for a few minutes before she pushed off.

  “Do you… want me to put it in my mouth?” She asked.

  Her question reminded me she was still young and inexperienced, allowing me to get control over the caveman inside of me, if barely. “Have you ever been with anyone before?”

  She shook her head, “No… well, not with a man, just Susan… and me.”

  “Let's take this slow to start and discover what we like together. I have… had experience from my life before, so let's focus on you. Would that be okay?”

  “But what about your needs?”

  “It's fine. Let's focus on you first, then me later.”

  She smiled at this and nodded.

  I grabbed her by the sides and turned her over, so now she was laying down on her back. I lifted myself away from her now soaking crotch to look down and her naked form. Her breathing started picking up again as her excitement increased.

  I kissed her on the lips, our tongues again intertwining, but I broke it off after only a few seconds. I butterfly kissed her right check and moved over to her ear, pushing her hair out of the way with my right hand and using my tongue on her earlobes to see if I got a reaction.

  Her back lifted just a bit, combining with a hitch in her breath, telling me she liked this sensation. I used my wandering hand to explore other parts of her while I did this, tracing lines down her chest towards her breasts with my fingers.

  She reached up and grabbed my hand, put my finger directly on her nipples, telling me where she wanted me to go.

  I kissed down the side of her neck as my hand traced circles around her fully erect nipples. Her back arched again, more this time than with the ear, and she started gyrating her hips up and down. Her own hand drifted towards her wet opening as she whimpered in need.

  I stopped her from pleasuring herself. “Nope, let me find the spots, I will take care of you, I promise,” I said, stopping my trail of kisses to peek up at her.

  She nodded, and bit her lip, putting her head back down on the bedroll, looking up at the ceiling and taking a huge breath.

  I continued my studies, now putting my mouth around her right nipple, sucking, then licking, and finally just lightly biting to see how she reacted to each.

  “Oh, gods!” she gasped, as her back arched when I did my first hard nibble with my teeth on her nipple.

  I smirked and pulled away, my teeth holding on to her tiny and hard tit for a second before I let go. She squeaked, then moaned in pleasure as her tit popped out of my mouth. Then slowly, I started kissing my way over to the other nipple to repeat the process. My right hand gradually tracing down her exposed belly towards her wet folds.

  I tenderly massaged the areas around her opening, not yet touching the slit in the center. Her breathing intensified and her hands balled into fists at her side.

&n
bsp; “Touch me there… please?” she asked, pleading. “I need it!”

  I gave into her request and moved my hand to her center, lightly gliding a single finger up and down her pussy.

  She pushed her crotch into my hand, wanting me to go deeper. Instead, I let go of her left nipple with another snap, again using my teeth. I kissed my way down south, slowly and surely, eventually replacing my finger with my tongue in her slippery canal.

  I have never noticed a 'flavor' with women in my life before. While everyone was unique in their way, I just did not differentiate them like that before. Tyla was different. I could taste a hint of cinnamon in her as I investigated her depths with my tongue. I honestly don't know whether this was because of my new body, or there was something different about the Chosen of this world, but I didn't care. She tasted wonderful.

  I added my finger back into the mix of giving her pleasure.

  “Oh gods, oh gods, don't stop,” Tyla said after a few minutes. Her legs, now lifted over my head, clenched down on me. Her hands reached up and grasped my hair as she gripped on, like she was afraid of falling off.

  Her body then tensed right before her scream in ecstasy, while I pushed my tongue deep inside her sex.

  “Ooohhhh goddsss!” She screamed as she came.

  She finally relaxed, her body momentarily going limp on the bedroll, which unfortunately was a little damp below her ass now.

  “That was… wonderful…” she said through her excessive breathing as I inched my way back up her body, only giving a few light and playful kisses this time. Eventually lying next to her as she basked in her after orgasm glow.

  We kissed again. She put her hands to the side of my ears and held me there. “Can I… I have you inside me now? I know I promised—”

  “Whatever you want is fine,” I interrupted. “You are the most important person right now. It can be my turn later.”

  She smiled at me, then kissed me again, pulling me back on top of her. My rock-hard shaft screamed at me to take her now and shove myself inside of her without mercy.

  Instead, I just pushed the tip right to her still wet entry and stopped. I used my hand to push it around the entrance, lubing myself up and… hopefully, making it easier for me to enter her the first time.

  “I'll go slow, let me know if I need to stop.”

  She nodded at me, a light groan parting her lips as I entered her pussy with the head of my cock.

  Her eyes scrunched down at the sudden sensation.

  “Does that hurt?” I asked.

  She shook her head, “No… yes… a little, but it feels good to… Don't stop but keep… ohhh gods… keep going slow.”

  I kept at it, entering her an inch at a time, pausing at each step forward to take another step or two back. Allowing her to adjust to my girth.

  Before long, I was fully inside of her, and she relaxed.

  “Please,” Tyla said. “Fuck me. Hard.”

  Shocked at her sudden use of curse words, I almost lost my train of thought. I didn't remember her ever using less than proper language before. But the thoughts soon left when I agreed with her needs and began lightly pushing forward and back into her extremely tight but wet canal.

  Her breathing increased and her moans became louder as I picked up speed. I grunted as I pushed inside her faster and harder.

  “I am not… going to last… long,” I said in between thrusts. My rock-hard shaft had been unused since I got here, and I had almost no endurance right now.

  “Just fuck me!” She said, lost in her own passion. Her head bounced around from the thrusting and her eyes were almost glazed over. She moaned repeatedly in pleasure.

  “Fuck… fuck… fuck!” She said every time I rammed into her.

  I had intended to pull out as my climax neared. However, just as I was about to yank my cock out of her and come on her stomach… it felt like something took over for my actions.

  A glow came from my core, right above my stomach, and I could feel a… power, like an electrical socket suddenly connecting to a plug, which reached out from me and into Tyla.

  I could not control or stop it.

  When the energy and light extended from my core to my groin, then into her it consumed her whole body so that she was glowing brighter than the crystals in the cave.

  I grunted loudly as I exploded inside of her, shooting my seed deep into her womb.

  Tyla's eyes opened in ecstasy as she came at the same time. Her eyes lit up like they were light bulbs, loudly screaming “Yes, I accept!” as she orgasmed at the same time as I did. Her body convulsed in pleasure.

  An explosion of energy exploded from our bodies, brightening the entire cave like a flash from a camera.

  I collapsed on top of Tyla and couldn't move. A feeling of immense power flooded through me, and I felt a connection directly into Tyla's core for a moment. Like I knew everything about her, who she was, and who she wanted to be just for a moment.

  We could not move. My semi-erect cock still nestled inside her, her arms and legs wrapped around me. Our eyes gazed into one another's as though we could see the very essence of our souls through them.

  Then darkness consumed us as we passed out.

  13

  Gods

  My dreams came to me, disjointed, constantly switching between the sounds of people screaming out in pain while cursing my name. Then shifting to the sounds of them cheering me and thanking me for their salvation. It was confusing and the worst dreams I have ever had in my life… either life.

  Then suddenly, they stopped.

  Then I found myself in a room, a gray cell with no windows or doors. The room was lit, but I could not identify a single source of the illumination. Not even a chair decorated it.

  I was alone, spinning around slowly as I tried to figure out what was going on. The silence in the room was almost deafening. The absence of any smell that I could detect, alarming.

  Then a swirl of light unfolded in front of me, a being several feet taller than me, with a cutoff cone shaped head, and the body of Hercules formed from the various motes of light.

  “Derrick Shultz, formerly of Earth,” the being said.

  It was a statement, not a question, but I answered it anyway. “I am.”

  He dipped his head slightly. Not a bow, just an acknowledgment.

  “I am Vex, assistant to the Controller of Fates. One those on this world would call a god. Those from the world you hailed from would call me an alien. However, for our purposes, you may call me your benefactor. This will be the only time we can communicate freely, while you are in my sanctum on Timeria.”

  “Benefactor? I take it you are the reason I showed up in a world where my people are being enslaved by those that you cast out?”

  “Your information is incomplete. Yes, I picked you when your world fell for a purpose. A contingency of mine, to be precise. The Demigods, as you call them, are my people who came to this world by choice. What I am about to tell you is… sensitive and must not be repeated outside of your harem. Even the ones you bind to yourself through loyalty pacts must not be told.”

  “What? I don't have a harem and I have no idea what you are talking about,” I scoffed at him, still trying to process what he just said.

  “Yet,” he replied. “It matters not. I am aware of what type of person you are. I followed your life before your species was saved. I saw your bravery when you jumped in front of that bullet to save your fellow marine. Your decision to be an enforcer of justice in your old world. You cannot stand by while evil walks. That is why I chose you.”

  I let the harem comment go for a minute. “Are you the one behind the death of my world?”

  “I was its… orchestrator, yes, at the behest of my people and our ancient policies.”

  I tried to lunge at him, my hatred bursting forth, but my legs and arms wouldn't move.

  “Peace, human. You are in both my sanctum on Timeria, and in a world I created in your mind. Here, I am in control and nothing you can
do will harm me. This is your one chance to listen and take control of your destiny. Fight or flee after, it matters not. But I believe I know what you will choose.”

  I struggled for a few seconds, confirming what he said, it was pointless. Nothing responded to my commands to attack him.

  Finally, I just nodded at him, the hatred still seething but my higher thoughts taking control… for now.

  “Good. The Demigods are my people, yes. They are mostly from the lowest castes. We are an ancient race, with a history of over a million of your years. Several thousand years ago, when our science was at its apogee, we discovered the secret to immortality. With our medicines, we were long lived, but still mortal. This allowed our entire race to transcend that mortality and be like the gods before us. For we were not the first in the endless expanse of space to reach this height.”

  “What does this have to do with my people?”

  “My race was a race of conquerors. We pushed out into the stars and enslaved those that were lesser. However, like all who live a life of luxury and excess, we became softer over time. Significant percentages of our society thought we should study the lesser races rather than enslave and destroy. Eventually, we created a new policy to judge the violence of a species. A minimal risk, or a subservient species like your cattle, we would make them a servitor species. An elevated risk, and we would eliminate the threat in a manner you would call, humanely.”

  I sighed. “So, humanity was a high risk?”

  “Very much so, one of the highest, actually. In the last several thousand years, the preservation protocols dictated that rather than destroy you outright, we would take a part of your population and put them on a living preserve, the rest, we would upload into a pocket universe, most of your population unaware of the transfer.”

  “I remember that transfer, as you call it, pretty vividly.”

  “That's because I let you keep your memories of that day. The woman and child you tried to save remember nothing out of the ordinary, living long and peaceful lives in a reality they could not tell from the one they knew.”

 

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