Mark’s Multiverse Log 4. Stardate: Fifth “Day” Since I Got Here, I Think

*written with Namichwan

Things were going great.

Both of the ‘AmeriAunts’ were for all intents and purposes mine, as fully loyal and adoring slaves as any of those I’d lost. It had taken longer, required far more effort, but the end result was the same. With their individual personalities mostly intact, they were now completely submissive to me, willing to fuck me anytime and anywhere I pleased. Quite enthralled with the notion of being impregnated by yours truly, the so called Demiurge was now a definite distant second in their estimation.

I’d spread my influence widely but shallowly among the rest of this community of cosmic lesbian hotties. The touchy-feely customs of this place made using my Four-Sense method of control relatively easy and most women I encountered had been turned into my friendly tolerant helpers. I’m not sure how long my subliminal commands lasted in their heads after they were away from me but with how sex-positive and permissive this society was, there wasn’t really anything for a would-be adversary to get suspicious about.

And since the orgy at the Coterie, I’d also been spreading an appreciation for my big white cock far and wide. That was the official name for it too. I’d gotten a bit tired of Amalia’s increasingly weird euphemisms for my dick. Though hearing her beg me to pound her with my big fat clit had been kind of hilarious.

In any event, I'd basically gotten my basic conversion down to a science. Walk up to woman. Hug. Kiss. Look into Eyes. Tell her how her brain should think about me.

Currently, I was attending the Conception Ceremony of the lovely couple of Caroline and Angelica. I'd been looking forward to this particular aspect of the Demiurge's funky all woman society ever since I'd heard about it. I'd been wondering if the babies were created through super-science, whipped up in test tubes and cloning vats before being implanted in the lucky lady or if it was some mystic summoning ritual that involved a demonic entity who recycled people's souls. Given that the officiate was an actual sorceress, signs pointed to door number two.

Yes, Sorceress. This place had Sorceresses. She’d cast honest to god spells, illusions that turned her words into vividly depicted images in the air above her head. She even sported a wide pointy hat and a twisty staff with a translucent orb on top. Of course, given this was Reed's Pussy Paradise Dimension, she'd traded in her Wizard's Robes for a very revealing set of Wizard's Lingerie. Also the tits she was rocking were almost as big as her head.

I was glad for the bouncy jiggling eye candy because the actual ceremony seemed to have a lot in common with a church service, one of those obnoxiously long ones. I was bored to tears. There'd been speeches, poetry, songs, a never ending parade of friends and well-wishers sharing anecdotes and 'funny' stories about the couple, and a lot of rapturous praise for the never sufficiently shut up about Demiurge guy.

Fortunately, I had my ever accommodating pair of lesbian superheroines lovingly ensconced against my sides, not to mention a gaggle of Utopian women all around me in the tiered seating who by now at hour three and counting were quite friendly and compliant to my wishes.

So I was managing to get through it without being too disruptive. My cock was out and being stroked by half a dozen hands but no one minded that. Even the women I hadn’t sunk my subliminal messages into didn’t have a problem with some ladies being friendly and petting the new guy’s snake-like mutation. A giant penis out in public was exactly the same as having an enormous jet-black scorpion tail or wings of magicy blue and red fire. Commenting on said features was the height of rudeness and besides they were far more interested in the ceremony taking place on and around the raised dais down below.

A murmur passed through the crowd and it looked like this show was finally getting on the road. A procession of... priestesses I guess, were entering the room from one of the side entrances with Angelica in tow. It was quite the sight. I shook my head at the absurdity of this place all the time but I honestly really did love it. They wore only face shrouding hoods, the ends of the garments dangling about their shoulders and the tops of their breasts. Otherwise, they were entirely nude. Tits jiggled with their slow steady steps, hips wiggling, clean-shaven pussies in full view.

Angelica walked behind them and she was similarly attired and also clothed completely differently. Similarly in that the majority of her body was nude. Differently in that her gorgeous face was revealed, framed by a striking red crest that swept up to two points above her forehead, a gauzy red veil with long strings of sparkling jewelry covered her hair and flowed down to meet the brilliantly red cape that was the only other thing she wore. It was swept back over her shoulders so every inch of her body was proudly exposed as she seemed to saunter with a very pronounced swing of her hips.

My brow furrowed slightly as something about her outfit seemed familiar.

I got Elena's attention by squeezing with the hand I'd had upon her hip and I whispered, "What's that she's wearing?"

"Oh that's the Raiment el Madre." She smiled, "The ceremonial dress worn by those who are about to experience the life giving breath of the Demiurge. I'd dreamed of wearing it one day..." she looked a bit wistful before her lips twisted and her eyes shined with delight as she pressed her body against mine, "But I've learned a much more fun way to make a baby...."

I chuckled a little, watching as she trailed a finger along the smooth exposed skin of her belly as she spoke, her voice low and husky and so incredibly sensual. With a hand sliding under her skirt to massage her warm thigh inches from her pussy, I turned my attention back to Angelica as she climbed the stairs that circled the dais to join her wife Caroline who was already up there on her knees off to one side on it. I frowned still staring at that striking red head-piece which seemed so familiar, almost looking like a sharp stylized 'M' around her face.

After a few moments of furiously trying to connect the dots in my memory, I gave up knowing this was going to linger like an unreachable itch for a while. Instead I appreciated the view as Angelica took a particular stance in the center of the dais where the stone became a circular cushion that matched the exact shade of red as the majority of Angelica's 'Raiment el Madre'. Perched on her toes, she cast her open hands out from her sides and raised her solemn gaze towards the ceiling.

My eyes feasted on her nude form. Her breasts were large, if not the utter gazongas the sorceress was still proudly displaying from her spot below and in front of the dais, probably D-cups sitting like proud cantaloupes above a smooth flat abdomen and a thick spiky bush in stark contrast with the clean-shaven pussies of the hooded priestesses who had formed a kneeling circle around the foot of the dais.

Angelica was one of those weird ethnicities the Utopian Parallel had. At first, I'd thought that the women with pale skin with alternately pink, gold, or silvery highlights were just more of this dimension's Mutants. The so called 'Gifted of the Demiurge'. Another point in the column for Reed sneakily trying to lure me into staying here forever. What's that? Mutants are beloved and treasured here rather than hated and feared, mercilessly gunned down without the slightest provocation by cops in fear for their lives?

In any event, Angelica wasn't Caucasian, she was Altrasian. The shape of her eyes was a bit off-putting, they looked startlingly large in her otherwise heart-stoppingly perfect face with its incredibly lovely cheek-bones. But her hair was decidedly different from anything I'd ever seen in reality. Her hair was oddly matte in texture and stiff enough that it fell naturally into thick spikes without any need for copious gel. As such all Altrasians tended to look like Japanese Role Playing Game protagonists.

The fact that their pubic hair was also a mess of fat furry prongs to match their heads was weird as fuck-looking. This seemed to be a source of embarrassment for them as the majority of Altrasian ladies I'd interacted with had shaved their mounds smooth.

But not Angelica, she had a brazen triangle of black spiky hair atop her mons.

I stared at that striking bush even as the sorceress swept out her arms and bounced her giant titties, "We now come together to witness the miracle as Holy Demiurge blesses this fine couple with a baby. Witness as Holy Demiurge blesses them with this new life and a new beginning. May their love grow strong as the power of Demiurge grows within their bodies. May Demiurge bless them with a child of surpassing beauty and power!"

Her invocation finished, she let out a keening cry that the kneeling priestesses picked up, chanting as they swung their torsos from side to side.

I found myself joining in and as the chant reached its crescendo I saw the whole congregation begin to sway and move with each motion as Angelica swayed in the center of the room. Her wife, Caroline, remained perfectly still and supplicant, the black woman's taut ass on display with only a loin-cloth draped across her upraised bottom, her crack concealed but the fullness of her big butt was visible to all.

I felt an intense and powerful pressure fill the amphitheater.

It felt potent and undeniably substantial. And I wasn't the only one, there was a palpable reaction from the crowd, a collective sigh and shifting in their seats, a growing excitement. Streams of kaleidoscopic glittering energy flowed into the space from arched openings near the ceiling, illuminating the space with their radiant colors. There were gasps and cries of open religious fervor from the women and I took this to be the expected next stage of the ceremony even as I felt a disturbing creeping sensation in the back of my mind. Rapidly rising inside my skull was the distinct feeling that I did not belong even as the shimmering streams coursed down through the air to double-helix around the dais and around Angelica.

The spiky haired mostly nude woman rose into the air, her cape billowing out on an invisible wind as she floated upward, a rapturous expression on her face. The streamers of light wrapped themselves around her legs, torso, and arms and Angelica swam in the air in graceful undulating movements. She seemed to be enjoying her temporary flight when she suddenly let out a moan, her legs splaying out wide and her whole body lurched backward as though something had just collided with her.

She jerked and bounced in the air, her legs flailing helplessly as the twirling streams of twisted scintillating rainbows wreathed her luscious naked body in swirling spirals. She flipped around in the air, spun about like a ragged doll in the hands of a demented puppeteer, her heart-shaped backside bouncing wildly, her breasts swinging with abandon as the streamers twirled around her.

I looked around surreptitiously trying to gauge the general audience's response to this. Everyone was riveted and enthralled by what was obviously a holy ritual that they all clearly loved seeing. There were tears streaming down Elena's cheeks and she wasn't the only one so affected. I couldn't quite relate, my dick had steadily begun to soften for some reason ever since the very moment these stupid technicolor streamers had arrived on the scene. I groaned lowly in my seat, not quite able to understand anything about what was happening. Why the fact that Angelica was being fucked by some invisible deity, looking like a piece of top-shelf fuckmeat getting used for her truest, first purpose and everyone was treating it like a first-time showing of My Girl, was beyond me.

I squirmed in my seat and several of my neighboring females left off stimulating my member as it shrunk down atop my balls.

It didn’t go unnoticed. “Why doth your mighty snake retreat, Mark?” Asked one of the more ‘well spoken’ (I thought she was just pretentious) ladies whomst wath slobbering over myeth junk.

“Yeah, I only ever see that happen after a LOT of white stuff comes out.” Elena agreed, looking between my dick and eyes with concern. “You okay?”

I nodded, looking around to see whatever invisible **** was making me feel this way. “Peachy. Just… a sudden shiver down my spine telling me I shouldn’t be here.” I admitted. Was it that fucking Demiurge? Was he finally here to stop my fun? Just like an overseer to come in and take control…

Thankfully the girls were much more accommodating. “Don’t say that Mark! You are a beautiful woman with a wonderful blessing,” said a shorter white haired girl whose head was looking up from my exposed flopper, “I’m sure the miracle of conception has just touched your heart in a way you weren’t expecting!”

Ha, if seeing a girl get knocked up made my heart grow bigger it’d be bigger than this whole goddamn amphitheater.

“Perhaps Mark is feeling the pressure of the Demiurge himself?” Surmised Pretentious Girl, I should really learn their names more, “It is said that he casts his eyes down from the bedside of Eternity to finalize the last stages of a new life for our fair few who deserve it!” Her hand raised towards the sky dramatically before lowering back to me, “Do not worry Mark, you shall be chosen to bear his children one day as well. If that is what you desire, the Demiurge surely shall grant mercy!”

“Yeah… no. I’m good, thanks.” I waved her off, trying to get the focus off me and back to the event at hand, “So is that it? Bing-bang-boom, Demiurge baby inside, just wait 9 months?”

“She is with child, yes.” confirmed one of them as they smiled at the happy, now embracing, couple, “though the Demiurge would never put more than a sliver of himself in each of us. The girl will be made of both parts of her mothers. With just enough power to bring life, and a gift when you are worthy of it.”

I nodded, magic was stupid but this was easy enough to get my head around. “Sounds like the Demiurge is a bit of a superhero fan if you ask me…” I mumbled under my breath. Don’t think I didn’t notice how this universe is basically a mutant paradise, to the point where they don’t even HAVE a word for mutants. Maybe this god was some cosmic Magneto, sitting up in his ivory tower while fucking Mystique like I assume he always does.

With my cock deflated and the ceremony mostly over the collection of concubines slowly dispersed, all going over to give their praise to the impregnated. Elena stayed with me though, leaning her mostly uncovered breasts into my neck from behind.

“Would you like to touch the mother’s stomach, Mark?” She asked, hugging me loosely while I could feel her eyes drift to my best feature, “Or would you like to go home and have our own ceremony?”

I considered both options, “Answer this first: is there a post-breeding after-party?”

“I believe so, a few friends will be heading back to Angelica and Caroline’s apartment for a baby shower. I’m sure I can bring you along as a plus one, if you’d like?”

With a smirk I stood up, cracked my knuckles while my dick swelled just a smidgen again. “Sounds great, I’ll be sure to give them a great baby shower gift… while also testing if my sperm is stronger than a God’s.”