Universal Creation
Lyden collapsed back onto the plush bed, feeling more alive than he had in years. Thanks to Angela's magic turning back his internal clock and making him younger, he wasn't even out of breath after...
"Your abilities as a generator seemed to have gained some strength as well as your libido," Gaia sighed next to him. "I'll have to make sure and thank the Pillar of Fire for that."
"My libido, or your magic forcing me?" Lyden demanded, acid entering his tone. "You know I hate when you do that." Gaia was great in the sack, but he didn't love her. After the Chaos War, he'd done his best to stick with only the women he loved. It wasn't just to protect the fact that he still had some of his abilities as a generator, but to show that he respected his wives.
"I know," Gaia chuckled. She didn't bother covering up her naked body, and her dark supple breasts jiggled with the movement. "But do you have any idea how hard it is to maintain this world with three new Pillars? I need the strength you give me, and I at least try to give as well as I get."
"You could have at least let us participate," Brooke growled from where she sat frozen in a chair.
"Maybe twenty years ago, when he was at full strength," Gaia shook her head. "The strength he just gave me is already getting used up. Any chance I can keep him here? I promise not to always be selfish. Just once a day to myself, and you can have him the rest of the time. You have no idea how much easier it is to support this world after a little Lyden infusion." As if there was any doubt to her meaning, she reached between her spread legs and scooped some of his leaking cum out. Bringing the hand to her thick lips, she licked them clean.
"Don't talk about my future as though it weren't my choice," Lyden snapped and got up from the bed. He reached for his clothes, but stopped. It wasn't his decision to stop, but his body refused to move under his own will.
"Your future is not your choice to make, Lyden Snow," Gaia's voice dropped into levels as cold as his last name. "You live because I allow you to live. It has ever been that way, for you. Why do you think I allowed you to live twenty years ago? Fujin was already dead the first time we met, and the power I took from you at that meeting lasted for months. Even when Angela took over after TanaVesta's death, you were strong enough to supply me with power so that I wasn't too stressed. Now that Varun is dead, it's all I can do to support this world."
"What about the Pillars of Light and Darkness?" Sheila demanded from her spot next to Brooke. She'd handled being frozen easier than Brooke, but Lyden could tell from the way the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes creased that she was losing her patience. "Aren't they doing anything?"
"Their mere existence is doing more than the other three new Pillars," Gaia scoffed, "but they have hardly ever put in the effort that I have. Darkness has always enjoyed a bit of chaos, and no one has seen or heard from the Pillar of Light in over a century. Light's minions have continued on with Her works in her name, but she has distanced herself from either reality."
"Her?" Lyden asked. "I thought God was a man."
"Of course you did," Gaia scoffed, her voice growing condescending. "Men fuck things up. Women create. It was your Christianity that convinced the world that God was a man. I think it's part of the reason she turned her back on everything, and has remained silent for so long."
"Yeah, that sounds like a woman. Can't let a grudge go." Lyden knew his words and tone were a poor choice, but he didn't like the way he was being treated. He didn't like Mother Nature making him so horny that he jumped the first woman available. He didn't like the way she made Brooke and Sheila watch as he lost all control. At least Bridget and her boyfriend were outside the room so they didn't have to watch the debauchery.
As if to prove his point though, Gaia stood and walked away from him, robes made of weaved grass forming and flowing over her ebony body. He found himself able to move again as soon as she left the room.
"Did you have to intentionally provoke her?" Brooke asked. She was bent over, rubbing feeling back into her legs. "While I appreciate that you didn't completely forget about us while making her squeal; pissing her off right after making her climax isn't a great idea."
"I think he lost some of his wisdom when Angela made him young again," Sheila said. Lyden had talked to her about convincing Angela to do the same for her, but she'd refused. Sometimes, though, her comments made him think she was jealous of his re-found youth.
That was another thing that rankled him. He'd forgotten the type of energy he had when he was younger, and the absence of so many pains that he'd simply gotten used to was a shock as well. He was more awake, more agile, and as Gaia had proved a few minutes ago, more virile.
"If you're quite done in here, my mistress would like to talk to you out here," Alloria's haughty voice filtered in. She looked just as young and stunningly beautiful as the first time he'd seen her. Unfortunately, the coldness in her eyes and attitude towards all men was still the same as well. He watched as the last remaining elf turned to the women in the room, and her face softened. They had survived the chaos war together, and while Alloria may hate Lyden on the simple principle that he was a man, she was friends with all of Lyden's women, except perhaps Angela.
"I'll be right out," he said, though the women were too busy hugging one another to listen to him. Utterly ignored, Lyden pulled on his shoes, and headed from the room.
The anteroom was round and lined with couches in a curved 'U' shape with a small opening at the bottom of the 'U' for the entryway. A large table filled the center with various foods, snacks, and drinks. One wall was completely missing, opening to the elements, high up in Gaia's mountain home. In front of that open expanse, sat a dais with Gaia seated upon it like a queen.
"Hey, Dad!" Oberon waved and fluttered up to his face.
Lyden tried not to grind his teeth at the fairy king. "Dad?" he asked back, an edge to his voice that asked many questions all at once. He didn't like the tiny man, and didn't like that his child with Brooke was dating him. Bridget or Brock could do so much better, even if the pipsqueak was the ruler of all fairy kind.
"You promised you wouldn't tell him until the time was right," Bridget complained.
"After what we heard going on in that room, Toots, how could this not be the right time?" Oberon zipped back to his girl's side. "Any man is happy after getting his rocks off."
"Do you have to call her
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