Lahmu Keep

Albertus hadn't a clue what kind of thoughts were floating through Meron's head. Of course, he knew his own thoughts, and knew how unusual they were for him... though part of his process was very on-brand. He felt the urge to create, to utilize this magnificent specimen of a woman to make something incredibly powerful. After all, this world had no divinities present currently; having a few could uplift it to a state comparable to its sister planet. How could he feel anything else? Mana would be so easily cultivated in this woman, she wouldn't even need to have knowledge of creation as an art form to produce greatness.

Meron claimed to be liking a lot of things presently. As the piston of his hips reached something resembling a steady pace, the sound of wet flesh squeezing into that narrow corridor resonated repeatedly through the room. It made a rather interesting backdrop as a sound effect, pairing naturally with the melody of Meron's voice. Albertus himself even found a few notes slipping out in a much deeper tone. Ah, and then there were some lyrics applied to the music they made. A question was presented. Would changing her mind make Meron indecisive? One might wonder what the change was, but Albertus thought the answer was pretty clear regardless. "Pretty sure that's the definition of indecision. What's the point of being decisive about anything though? Not having plans is a pretty fun way to live, if you ask me," he rambled, eventually getting to the point of his new curiosity. "So, what, thinking about putting that condom back on?"

This world had no divinities and that was probably for the best. If one believed in the histories of more magical peoples, they were always a source of ridicule and eventual torment. Torture was the only thing that came for those considered divine in this world, but that wasn't a matter to be discusses or even one that Meron would fully acknowledge. No, as this man fought against his nature, Meron took steady strides towards her own. Each step bringing with it a taste of the reality which would lead her only one way.

If one had asked her why she started thinking this way, she wouldn't have an answer. For all she knew and understood of herself, the entirety of this interaction had been nothing but a fantasy. A thing she did based solely on her own desires in the moment. As she was being stirred from within by the godly form of Albertus, she had to catch her breath managing to shake her hips against him as he plunged steadily in and out of her person. Soon enough the sound of Albertus' voice was added to the sounds she was hearing from him and what did he have to say. Changing her mind was by definition indecisive, but there was no need to be decisive. Not having a plan was somehow good? Ah, that was his way, wasn't it? "Oh!~ I guess you're right... I am pretty indecisive, I'm usually not though..." she claimed with a smirk on her face. As for his present curiosity she couldn't help the little giggle that escaped her when thinking about it. "I wish I was only thinking of that. That would be easy..." she mused seeming to think about it more. She should share shouldn't she? It'd be best if she didn't keep it to herself in this kind of moment. Each thrust she met encouraged her line of thinking more and more. If this were a different kind of world, she would have called it magic. But here and now she'd call it instinct and science, "I was thinking to tell you cum inside, it'd be really irresponsible of me, but also really great... I feel it in the depths of my being~" how very true it was, even as that last word came out a moan and as an elongated note which could have sang all on its own. "What do you think? It think it's a good new plan~"

Meron's indecision was no concern of Albertus'. He'd never been one to advocate a decisive nature, nor would he ever be one to do so. Meron claimed she usually wasn't on the fence about things. In Albertus' frank opinion, she and everyone else would be better off just rolling with whatever happened at the end of any path. He'd done that sort of thing when moving forward from the old world, and though one could claim he wound up in the wrong reality as a result, this way was far more exciting and therefore the superior choice.

Now then, what was Meron's indecision all about? It seemed condoms had nothing to do with it at all. What she considered was the matter of pulling out─ her recent thoughts regarding having Albertus do no such thing. She really was all over the place, wasn't she? Albertus didn't expect this sort of evolution to occur so soon; he wasn't that close to being finished. Apparently, his senses were still just a little bit off. "Huh. Must be the liquor," he mused. Whether that line was about Meron's admission or the end of his own internal monologue was left a matter of mystery. Either way, Albertus kept stroking and grinding away at the woman's interior. Whether he deposited his mana into her or not made no difference to him, at least mentally. He could technically keep plunging into her nether all day without expelling any mana at all... though he wouldn't. As for what he thought of the apparent plan, Albertus had only one thing to say. "Honestly, I don't have an opinion either way. I liked watching it splash on you, I liked seeing you drink it, all that good stuff. Your life, remember?"

Meron's indecision was sending her spiraling into a world of pleasure and 'forbidden' ideas. She kept the movements of her hips up and even found herself singing more the praises of this man with moans and minor utterances. Eventually, she'd explained the thoughts she was having and for a while there was only the symphony of flesh meeting and the stirring of loins entangled in passion. Whatever look she had upon her face wasn't something she registered within her own mind. She would however keep listening, because eventually, Albertus would speak.

So agreeable was this foreigner he claimed that choices about tonight were hers to make once more. He claimed that he liked all things he'd witnessed today, including but not limited to all the places he could potentially spill his seed. How interesting. Though most would never actually admit to such a thing this man was so open and so agreeable she felt herself collapsing around him. "You might be a bit to agreeable, you know that?" she asked of him but at the end just another moan would slip out as her hips maintained a rhythm against his that left her knees gently shaking. "I am interested in all of that if I am being honest... but also inside, it'd be a shame to waste it after all~" she said those words in a teasing fashion but still she meant them. She couldn't necessarily go back on her usual antics and everything about this situation told her to continue, to go, to feel what it was like to have this man's seed planted deep inside her. She had no real reason for this, just a nagging itch, an annoying background sensation.

The music continued. This little number being performed between two parties should have been considered the natural evolution of song and dance. Perhaps it was, somewhere in one of the worlds. A partner who sounded so magnificent could turn the sounds of two bodies intertwining into an orchestral masterpiece, such as what Meron was creating here and now. That wondrous music resulted in Albertus further delving into the abyss of pleasure. He soon enough had a hand at each side of her bosom, squeezing, groping. In the meantime, his eyes traveled down to the point of their strongest physical connection. . .

Meron was treading a fine line between simple desire and instinct from the dawn of time. If she continued down that path, there was only one possible result. She'd do better with that knowledge. Regardless of how agreeable Albertus was to any situation she presented him, even a drunken Meron had to be aware of the greater consequences. Humans didn't seem to view the creation of children in the same ways Gods of Creation did. "Well... I agree. I do hate wasting things, but..." Albertus paused there. One more thrust had him leaning forward until his chest was pressed against Meron's back, and the curve of her rear settled into the bend of his lower abdomen. He was still thrusting forward. Now, he'd taken the more direct approach again. His pelvis had yet to properly meet with Meron's flesh in all this time, but as it finally did so, there was another meeting occurring within her body. That rear wall... or rather, gate, was peered through by Albertus' tool. It seemed almost keen on inspecting the secret hidden behind: the chamber that hosted life as it was established. With a bit of himself starting to occupy that space, Albertus could feel every bit of potential their creation could have. Only then did he share the facts. "You know there'd be no avoiding it. You can feel it, right? You'd have a child, and if I'm being honest... it wouldn't be like any other you've had or seen," he warned.

The movements of these two people and the sounds of voices and flesh were all this space needed. If Meron was being honest, she'd never been so involved in an act like this, and she found that to be quite shameful considering she'd considered those experiences to be good before this night unfurled the way it did. Actually, the changes in Albertus' hands was something her body seemed to appreciate. He could grope her breasts while she shook those hips of hers against him for all of time and she doubted she'd have reason to complain.

That being said they were moving on to the dangerous territory here. Ah, the impending doom, which came with a visit to a strange place. Never had the end of Meron been breeched by anything but a child exiting her body. So imagine her surprise the first time it was knocked against by this man's phallus. The feeling alone was quite intense and she didn't hate it then. Now imagine that happening with a tight squeeze type of feeling that she didn't really understand as he nudged himself into the space beyond her depths. He reached for the womb and he'd find it as she moaned contented pleasure at something she knew shouldn't have been possible. Maybe she was just drunk and feeling it deeper than she had before? Maybe she was simply enjoying the sensation too much and let her mind get away from her? Whatever the case, she would soon be glancing towards Albertus, first in the mirror and then quickly over her shoulder. "Ah, well, I've had too many children to not understand that tingling desire to create more..." she mused in a nonchalant way. "Still, it isn't like babies are guaranteed outcomes. Plenty of people never actually have babies, having one who is different or special is far from the worst thing that could happen..." she mused. "I'll stress could, most people aren't that good at being marksmen~" she chuckled. Ah, but that little joke came from a place of human understanding. For a normal person pregnancy took a great number of tries especially after the creation of others before. As far as Meron was concerned she was just as likely to never see a child born of the two them, though she secretly hoped for it, to solidify the idea that she'd not just been dreaming him up. Just the same that clutching sensation of her insides would continue, would he spill? Would he withdraw? Would they be... doing something else? Only time would truly tell.

Meron understood the urge to produce additional children, as one who birthed them could be expected to. On the other hand, her grasp on procreation was tainted by human limitations. For all that moaning and clutching she did during deep penetration, it sounded like she'd yet to fully understand the certainty of a child between them. She was one who easily cultivated mana, and he was one whose mana was easily molded. There was no other way. "They're not guaranteed... normally," he corrected.

In human terms, one could say Albertus' "swimmers" were more effective than others. Sadly, he had no grasp on the concept of mortal sperm. What he did have, was a grasp on the certainty they were headed toward. "You should be feeling it. It's not a chance we're dealing with here. It's something definite. I guess you could say I'm the best marksman there is. If that's what you want, be sure about it," he stated. The pace was increasing once again, and with that increase came the repeated invasion of Meron's womb. He was delving deeper and deeper, as if to make certain the deposit of every drop if spillage became an eventuality. It didn't matter to him that doing so was likely to leave a sample of mana within the organ of Meron's that would call out to it. If she wanted something different, he trusted she would be capable of expressing that anyway, given proper knowledge of the future. "Like I said, it's up to you in the end. You've probably got about ten minutes to choose~" he warned based on his own development at the time.

Normally. That is the qualifier that Albertus had to use to clarify his point. Was he calling himself abnormal in this case? Apparently. Mana wasn't something that Meron currently understood. She knew herself to be fertile but it didn't really matter very much in the long run. Albertus had enough of an explanation while she nudged against him and he nudged against her opening. What more could she actually say? Nothing really.

He claimed to be the best marksman while her hips moved back and forth against his own. He claimed that there was a certain defiance to the creation, it would be happening if she went along with her current line of thinking. Of course, Meron couldn't help but chuckle at this, the surety in Albertus was something she never really got over, truly. That increasing pace of his also did nothing to detour her. She was sure she felt him invading her womb, sure she felt extra tingles of pleasantry with each stroke. Perhaps she'd become kind of strange during the whole divorce proceeding, or maybe it was something else entirely. Regardless, she'd continue moaning her happiness and rocking her hips to meet his thrusts while considering the time limit imposed upon her. "Ah, well, ten minutes is kind of a long time... I'm sure whatever I say at the end of it will be what I want~" she mused. Two fertile people could potentially make a baby, but it seemed a bit outlandish, but she doubted she'd deny herself the sensation she sought.

No, actually. It was truly impossible to deny herself what she sought. Each movement of his at that increasing pace seemed to wipe her brain of its primary functions. It left her needing more and more with each movement. Eventually a thrust would have her hiccuping, tongue hanging out of her mouth. And she'd make a cry as he approached a certain climax that needed but a simple push to get her where she needed to be. She'd seem near crazed when she finally spoke a sentence she likely hadn't had any thought of making up to the point. "PUT A BABY IN ME!♥~" she demanded, he'd better, this climax would be the greatest she ever felt, of this she was certain. Her slickening insides and pulsing walls demanded to be sated.

Ten minutes was a long time? That amount of time wasn't even a blink to one such as Albertus. Whatever the case, Meron insisted that her answer in ten minutes' time would be what she truly wanted. Albertus was willing to believe that as they both danced to the beat of their own bodies colliding. Given the ramp-up of movement between them, it wasn't long before Albertus felt his pelvis slapping against Meron's rump with every thrust. At long last, he'd reached something resembling normalcy for Gods of Creation. In this case however, it was something far greater. Meron's cervix may have been acclimating to Creator physique, but Albertus didn't think it was as forgiving as what he'd once known. In some strange way he couldn't understand, the added resistance was something far greater.

Ten minutes passed, and Albertus found a rhythm most strange. What he did from behind Meron could no longer be described as creation; it was something entirely different. There was a certain roughness, a certain urgency that couldn't be compared with creation at all. In the midst of all that, Meron spoke again. Had it been ten minutes already? The tingle of his loins said so. Meron demanded via outcry that he... put a baby in her. Was that how humans said such things? One could only believe so. Hearing her over the repetitive sound of skin slapping against foreign skin, Albertus knew there was little to no time for turning back. "You sure about that?" he wondered. Despite this curiosity being expressed, it would be a matter of seconds before it was too late. Mere seconds later, another thrust of Albertus would insert him to the utmost depths within her. A gush of liquid mana was to be expelled from his member, pouring directly into her womb to the point of filling it. He wouldn't be pulling back at all just yet, but if he were to do so, there was sure to be an excess of fluids flowing out with him into her canal. Such a strange occurrence this was for Albertus. He'd never known this simple pleasure before now. So, was this what that phenomenon called 'premature ejaculation' was? He sure thought so. . .

Ten minutes was indeed a long time. Not in the grand scheme of things, but in a single moment. For a time, a drunken divorcee and a relative stranger stood in her closet having what could only be described as the most passionate sex of that woman's life. It was body to body, skin to skin, and slapping wetness against warm phallus. Meron was treated to a depth which shouldn't have been possible in this world, and found herself enjoying it beyond measure. What was more, at the end of that ten minutes. When the sensation of being pushed against from inside was too much to bear, she'd asked for him to put a baby in her. Now this might not have been the most conventional sentence, but she knew it would convey her sentiments. "YES!♥~" she was quite certain and that last word came out as a moan, why?

Because within seconds, there was a deep spillage within her very womb. It was warm, plentiful and all together the greatest feeling she'd ever known. In response, to it, her body tightened around his member, seeming to want to hold it in at the depth it current possessed. What else, well, there was her screamed orgasm, the feeling of absolute pleasure which washed over her as she felt filled and satisfied for the first time... in a long time. What was more, it was beyond the normal satisfaction she knew. It was something deep and throbbing and heavy. Ah, yes, this was exactly the kind of sensation she was looking for. How could she not want this? She might have thought herself a little irresponsible, but she couldn't deny enjoying everything that had happened. Even now, Albertus remained buried deep within the confines of her body and she in turn found herself happily sighing in the aftermath. "Wheew~ I... that was great! You were great!~" she mused in a moment. Ah, that was far too much goodness for any one person, and Albertus was far to free in handing it out. Of this she was certain but for now, she was happy and that was all that mattered.