Outlander (Borealis) (11 page)

Galen blinked at him and Marcus frowned. Both men were on
alert.

“And what is that, Master?” Galen failed in hiding his
apprehension.

“I want to play with Claire and have her facilitate my next
creation. I’m in such a good mood, in fact, that I’ll let Marcus watch.”

The healer’s face went slack. “Master, this is not a ritual
for mortals’ eyes. We don’t know what it would do to them and Claire is still
not herself!”

“On the contrary, she seems quite healthy and maybe this
will bring back a buried memory of her own creation day.”

Marcus stepped in, his jaw muscles clenched. “Master, if I
may speak.”

“No, you may not.” Though God’s tone was calm, it was
assertive and final.

Marcus backed off reluctantly, his meaty hands balled into
fists.

What is going on?

“After everything that went wrong during Claire’s creation,
the least I can do is show them what creation is supposed to look like.”

“To what end, Boreas? I don’t think they could even grasp
what they were seeing. If anything it could send her into deeper emotional
uncertainty!”

“That’s why Marcus needs to be there too.”

Galen’s face was a mask of anger, but he did not push Boreas
further. If even a demigod feared Boreas, I shuddered to think how helpless I
was.

Boreas spirited us through a secret door that blended
seamlessly into a bookcase wall. Galen was at his heels while Marcus and I
trailed close behind.

His palm pressed against the small of my back, Marcus was
tense and that worried me. And then there was Galen, rattled and irate. God was
going to show us how he created, was that really so awful?

We ended up in a hallway leading to three identical,
non-descript doors. Boreas opened the right one and I was instantly hit with a
moist wind, thick with the tang of ozone.

The round Creation Chamber was cocoon-like and filled with
mist, making it difficult to see. Even through the haze, it was hard to miss
the sea of vibrant blue ceilings and floors, tiled in lapis lazuli stone,
stunning and majestic. Water leaked from mother-of-pearl walls and disappeared
through a channel between the walls and the floors, keeping the floors dry.

In the center of the chamber was a hollow, transparent glass
column connected to the ceiling and the floor. I guessed the circumference of
the column to be about three feet. With two chairs and a sofa facing the
cylinder, it was clear this was center stage. The crystal chairs looked like
ice sculptures and almost disappeared into the background. Covered in pink
silk, a kidney-shaped loveseat was placed a few steps from the column.

Boreas squeezed my hand in a vice grip and Marcus all but
growled in protest. Religion be damned, my Dom was jealous. I was glad that he
was being protective of me, but I hoped he didn’t do anything stupid.

The Creator looked at Galen and Marcus and motioned to the
chairs. They obeyed, but neither of them was pleased with the invitation.

As soon as the men sat in the chairs, they were
automatically restrained by glowing white tubes that held their wrists, ankles
and waist. The tubes were just like the ones in the healing room. Galen, who
obviously knew what was to come, looked defeated. Marcus was teeming with fury,
pushing against the bonds that kept him in place.

The walls seemed to throb and the chamber’s temperature rose
by at least five degrees.

Boreas shrugged out of his pants and sat naked on the plush
sofa, his legs wide apart and his arms outstretched. To say he was well-endowed
would be an understatement. The length and girth of his shaft stunned me. His
cock—which looked like it had been carved from marble—was erect, leaving no
question of his intentions. Regardless of how much it hurt, he would have his way
with me and probably take great satisfaction in my pain. And there was nothing
I could do about it. “Come.”

I couldn’t move.

“Master, please! She’s not ready!” Marcus shouted.

A venomous glare punctuated his words. “Speak another word
and I’ll send you and your sub to the Next place.”

With gritted teeth, Marcus fumed, but said nothing else.

I shuffled towards Boreas, trying not to meet his eyes.

“Take off your clothes,” he said in a slippery voice.

I pulled my top off and slid my skirt past my hips and onto
the floor.

“Straddle me and rest your hands, palms up, on your thighs.”

My eyes flicked to Marcus. Though frantic and angry, he
nodded. There was nothing else to be done. Disobedience meant death for both of
us.

I lifted my right leg and sat on Boreas, my thighs on his.
He spread his legs wider, opening me as he did. His shaft pushed against my
belly. As soon as I placed my hands on my thighs, iridescent, vine-like
tendrils wound around my wrists and legs, binding them together. They were
constricting and painful as they bit into my skin.

I whimpered from pain and excitement.

“Create with me.” Boreas grabbed my buttocks which were
slick with perspiration, and squeezed them hard, making me wince.

I hated the arrogant bastard, but once again, my body betrayed
me. As my pussy welled up with my fragrant juices, I was drawn to him by an
invisible magnetic pull as strong, if not stronger, than the one I had for my
Dominus. Suddenly, his energy was too much for me and my consciousness wavered.

He fisted my hair, rousing me. “Stay with me, Claire.”

After blinking a few times, I took a deep breath until I
finally centered myself and peered into the inky depths of his eyes. They bore
into mine and I instinctively knew what he wanted. My pussy lips unfurled and
opened for him on their own.

Boreas was beyond captivated, unable to tear his eyes away
from the blooming flower of my sex. Gradually, he dug his thick cock into my
damp slit, sliding it in one inch at a time. The snug fit was uncomfortable,
but not as bad as I expected. With his hands on my hips, he pulled me closer
until his enormous cock was buried deep inside me. I gasped as my channel
throbbed and wept around him.

His shaft continued to thicken within the walls of my pussy until
I couldn’t bear to sit still. I moaned as I bounced on top of him, my breasts
bobbing in front of his face. His features contorted in pleasure. He took a
breast in each hand. “Yes, like that.”

I found myself laser focused on Boreas and our shared pleasure.
Anything and everything else, faded into the background, including the two men
who cared for me, but were powerless to save me. I was making love to a perfect
being and it was exhilarating. I made circles with my hips, then bucked hard
against him. Boreas growled as my desire grew. Until this sweet moment, I
didn’t realize how much I needed to be entered. The sheath Theophanes wore was
nothing compared to the real thing.

Boreas released one of my breasts and used the fingers of
his free hand to torment me. With great patience he massaged and drummed my
clit, using the perfect amount of pressure. He kept at it until my breath
caught in my throat and my thighs quivered with a succession of glorious
contractions.

“I can feel you coming around my cock.” Boreas marveled at
me as if I were the supernatural being.

He drew me close and captured my mouth in his. He tasted me,
teased me and drew me into the dark cavern of his lust.

Boreas separated his lips from mine. “Don’t move again until
I tell you.”

Suddenly, his attention was absorbed on something behind me.
I turned my head in time to see long fingers curving around the glass cylinder.
The hand slowly revealed an elbow, then a shoulder and finally the face and
body of a woman. Glossy dark hair framed an exquisite face. Her eyes, full of
sensuality, were the same deep blue as the ceilings and floors. Her cheeks were
flushed with desire; her olive skin, flawless. The translucent green sheath
dress she wore flowed around her like liquid when she walked.

“Master.” Her tone was seductive. “I offer you my body, my
soul, my life.”

Boreas’s cock thickened again inside me. He couldn’t tear
his eyes away from the exotic nymph. “Closer, Kaly.”

Kaly approached Boreas as her heavy breasts swayed with each
step. Her bare feet appeared to be floating above the floor. Galen and Marcus
were spellbound too. Regardless of our earlier protests, we were all caught in
the erotic web God had weaved for us. Some of my guilt dissipated when I
realized how helpless we were to stop any of this.

When Kaly was an arm’s lengths away, she let the sheath
drop. Her nipples were two hard brown points. Kaly was shiny, dewy everywhere
as if she was made of water herself.

Kaly sat behind me, straddling me. The moist flower of her
opening pressed against my ass. A voice inside me strained to protest, but
instead my pussy swelled in response and my lips denied me of words.

“Pleasure her, Kaly.”

“No.” I screeched the word, though it was clear Kaly was not
taking any orders from me.

Kaly caressed the curves of my hips as she nibbled on my
shoulder. Slowly, she travelled from my hips to my belly, her fingertips
grazing my sensitive skin. With one hand, she lifted and parted my lips while
the fingers on her other hand lightly flicked the hard nub.

I let out a whine, adrift in ecstasy. I was too far gone and
I didn’t want this to stop.

Two more women appeared from the fog. They were already
naked and looked like exact copies of Kaly. “Kiss her,” Boreas said to one of
them.

The second Kaly grabbed my hair and pulled my head back
violently, exposing my neck. I gasped as she took one long lick from the hollow
space between my collar bones, up to my chin and then finally settled on my
mouth. With her tongue, she traced my lips and prodded them open. Her kisses
were long, languid and seductive. I was as wet as the walls.

Boreas extended his arm to the third Kaly and signaled her
to come closer. She wedged herself between Boreas and the sofa. She wriggled
her fingers between his buttocks until he let out a sharp breath.

“Fuck me, Claire,” he said, raggedly.

This time I didn’t hesitate. With abandon I moved in arcs,
bouncing on him. The first Kaly was still fingering my clit as the second one
kissed me. The third continued to tease Boreas while he thumbed my stiff
nipples. The mingling sensations, along with our collective desire, created an
erotic symphony of bodies.

Boreas was frenzied as we moved in unison until we reached a
sacred rhythm, almost melding into one being. His eyes turned a brilliant
purple ringed with ruby red.

His expression wild, he screamed. “Come for me, Claire!”

With that I unraveled, unleashing a flood of contractions
that pounded me with overwhelming ecstasy.

“Now,” he moaned. The Kaly that was behind him, wrapped her
arms around his waist, resting her forehead on his shoulder. Boreas then
enveloped the rest of us with his arms. He hadn’t come yet, but his throbbing
cock indicated he was extremely close. He reached a trembling hand toward the
hollow tube just as he exploded inside me, jetting his semen into my womb,
blaring out his release as he did.

I felt a light behind me and unlocked my lips from Kaly’s.
When I peered over my shoulder, I saw the hollow tube glowing with white light
and swirling smoke. I squinted as the light turned different colors.

“Off.” All the Kalys fell away from him and walked into
walls, dissolving into them. The restraints disappeared as he lifted me off his
cock. The spell broken, I was gripped with guilt.

“Go to your Dom.”

When I rushed to my Marcus’ side, his expression was
unreadable. I sat on his lap, not sure how to feel, then I followed his widened
eyes as he stared at the tube.

The lights within the cylinder flickered, like the sphere used
in training for the Goddess ritual. The confined storm stopped. There was a
thick, wet noise inside the cylinder as what looked like a giant fish hit the
base of the cylinder. The gray, gelatinous form twisted and morphed, slapping
itself against the glass.

The fog cleared and the amorphous thing was gone. In its
place was a naked, cream-skinned woman crouched at the bottom of the tube. Her
red hair was like a halo around her face and shoulders, long, luxurious and
curly. Scared and confused, the redhead pounded against the glass, desperately
trying to find an exit point.

Boreas pointed to the glass and it lifted. The woman watched
with awe as the glass disappeared into the ceiling.

“Come,” he said to her and she tentatively stepped in his
direction. “Closer.”

Boreas was visibly excited again and the new creation stared
as his erection with fascination and reverence. Her fingers trembled as they
touched his glistening tip, still slick with my juices. After she made contact,
she jerked her hand back as if she had just been shocked.

Boreas stood, his divinity emanating from him like blinding
light, taking my breath away.

He took the new woman’s hand and guided her to the sofa. She
was still in shock when she sat on the downy couch, her cornflower blue eyes
flitting around the room.

Kneeling in front of her, Boreas spread her legs. The vine
restraints grabbed the swell of her thighs and twisted around her waist. The
redhead tested the restraints, her eyes pleading for help. He began licking her
folds, which were glossy like a handful of fresh cherries. She moaned, throwing
her head back as he brought her to her virgin orgasm. Without warning he was on
her, pushing his cock inside her. Unable to get away from his violent thrusts,
she cried and tried to push him away, but soon her mouth opened in the shape of
an O.

His legs and butt tensed when she let out a loud, ecstatic
whimper. After she came, she was listless and appeared to be losing
consciousness. The restraints disappeared. Boreas scooped her up, cradling her
in his arms.

Staring into his eyes, she found her strength.

He brushed an errant curl away from her face. “I am your
God, Master and Creator. Your body belongs to me. I will do with it as I
please. Nothing will fulfill you more than giving me pleasure, even if it
causes you pain. You will be bonded to Dominus Cassius Alexander for the rest
of your life, submitting to his every command. He will love you, care for you
and name you as you walk with him on your life path as his submissive.” Boreas
ran his finger from the middle of her forehead down over the bridge of her nose
and stopped when he reached her lips. “May Aurelia choose your body as her
vessel.”

The redhead began to sob, throwing her arms around his neck.
This went on for what seemed like several minutes, while Boreas rocked her like
a baby. “Never forget who your Creator is,” he whispered.

She wiped away her tears and spoke for the first time. Her
eyes were fixed on his. “You are, Master.”

He smiled at her and kissed her again. Gently, he helped her
up, wrapping his hand around hers.

Though I didn’t remember seeing it before, there was a
narrow, gentle cascade of water shooting down the side of the wall. He led her
under it and let the water wash over her. He caressed her skin as the water
saturated her body. Gone was the sadistic God I had known before. In his place
was a gentle, loving Creator. I felt my eyes fill with tears. My sense of
reality tilted and I no longer knew what to believe.