The Creator is hard to describe, I mean, he isn't really like you and me. But for the purposes of this tale, let's just say he's a tall old man with a beard? He sits contemplating the full majesty of his creation. Built completely of himself and undoubtedly for his amusement, or just to prove that there can be something more than he.
He spends his time in procreation because it's the best thing he ever thought up. Creation is a hard business, particularly nowadays since the Greeks started figuring things out. He hadn't really thought about how he did things, being omnipotent was pretty cool. However he had to make sure how far they had figured out what he had actually caused to come about creating the universal laws that ordered the chaos that had been there, here (oh crap! see what I mean.) before creation.
For a long time it wasn't a pressing issue, except for one little planet in the universe, things were running well. He had watched/sensed the development of life in many places and encouraged it's development by arranging for a suitable environment for it's continuance. In most cases the life started to adapt more fully to the environment and changed to take further advantages. Independent Life was after all the purpose of this experiment. He had made it big enough that if anything went horribly wrong, any resulting explosion was too small to upset the over all plan, guess, physic's.
And so it was that on a small blue planet, only 4 billion years old, that was just the right distance from its star and of the right composition to offer a salubrious place for life to evolve. At first the Creator was happy with the Saurian and had taken some to another planet and let them evolve under a different set of conditions. It was a good thing too, because when the comet wiped out most of the life on the little blue planet, at least some Saurian remained.
The Creator watched as the little blue planet evolved even more complex beings with more complex interactions. Then Archimedes started figuring and by the time the Creator became aware of the fact, Archimedes was on to something else. That was when it started, the Creator contemplating his Universe and trying to stay at least a 1,000 years ahead, so he'd have time for other things.
Sexual reproduction was his most interesting invention. Actually it was the result of it's development in his creation that sex, it's uses and advantages were brought to his attention, but since he was the source he allowed himself a little pride in sex. In fact he had created a group of Angels to serve him and had made a second sex of Angels to serve him better. But there were trade offs but he never let that affect him.
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Angels come in many flavors because the Creator likes variety. Some were incorporeal, in that they had no physical body, these were the oldest Angels who were direct creations of the Creator, from the Creator.
Some were like Angelique the latest model. She had a body, and it was a beautiful thing, built to service the needs of the Creator in exploring the mysteries of sex, so he could stay ahead of the Norwegians, who had it down pretty pat now.
Some were like Enki. He had evolved a different sex and it bothered him, particularly when Angelique would pass by his office on her way to service the Creators needs. Enki was no slouch, he could transport himself anywhere in the universe, do the Creators business and return to his office very quickly, but he was subject to time and his time seemed to be running out.
Being a corporeal being, his parts were subject to entropy and Enki knew that he only had a few million years left and he became concerned.
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The Creator had tried sexual reproduction and found it good. So good he had created his own manifestation to facilitate his participation. He was nonpartisan and could manifest himself to take on any role, or roles for that matter, because there were multi-sexual beings evolving and he had to keep up with the evolution of all of his creations. He could make sure that no being could figure out how everything worked, and then could create their own Universe, where they could live forever and not be subject to the whims of a demented old man who would allow all sorts of inappropriate behavior.
It seems intolerance is a natural result of group interaction of individuals in a resource or temporal limited environment. It surprised the Creator, who liked to let things evolve in a natural way. First it seemed the thing to do, and second it was less trouble.
The Creator was a excellent multi-tasker and always said the right thing. He could be anywhere for as long and as much as necessary and just now he had manifested a physical presence to adapt to Angelique's particular specifications.
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Angelique was walking purposely to the Creator's room but stopped for a moment to look out on the creation that He had sprinkled with flowers in a variety of colors and listened to the bird song drifting on a gentle breeze that brought the scent of the blossoms to her. She had no words for it, she could not speak, there was no need. She knew everything she needed to know, the Creator had seen to that.
Angelique smiled and considered how her Creator had given her all these blessings, surely He would one day give her his greatest gift.
Thinking such wonderful thoughts she entered his space and smiled at his manifestation, he had changed it a little. He was still the most wonderful thing in her universe, but she noticed it was a little thicker than previously. She giggled and chiming of her voice made the Creator smile back at her.
Motioning for her to come to him, he made room for her on his couch. He admired the movements of her body, so supple and smooth. He considered how desirable she was, strictly from a sexual perspective. She was perhaps his finest creation, He thought as she sat beside him and offered him a sweetmeat.
She fed him, he ate and got lost in the contemplation of the act of eating as a physical being, how it was much like sex. Angelique hadn't noticed the time that much, she was just happy to be in his presence and thrilled by his hand stroking her breast. The touch of the creator was so thrilling that she also lost track of time.
The Creator filed his thoughts away and concentrated on Angelique now. He was considering how he might make her different but his perfection of Creation is well known and he just changed his style, instead of stroking her breasts he sat her in his lap and let his hands roam.
His kisses were heavenly and his hands made her anxious for more. She sighed as his finger touched her narrow slit.
Suddenly she started! There was more to her than before. There above the narrow slit was a new thing. When he touched it, she gasped at the pleasure it gave her. She moved her hips a little and, Yes! The movement made her feel even better. The new manifestation of the Creator now lifted her up spreading her legs and let her rub her new pleasure on his magnificent pleasure shaft. It was so firm and promised to be even more invigorating that it had in the past. She moaned in her rapture, he kissed her while contemplating the reaction to her new organ. He would keep this, he thought as his shaft began to sink into her.
They both lost track of time and the universe shrank into the two of them as the Creator was distracted and was unable to hold all of it in his mind. A few distant galaxies lost form and reverted to chaos as Angelique was screaming her praise of the Creators manifestation, now so thick and filling, sliding on her new thing, driving her to higher and higher plateaus of pleasure.
