Chapter IV
Content Warning: Sexual behaviour, proceed with caution. Enjoy♥️
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The night in Valkyren held something for everyone. For the criminal populus, an opportunity for vice under the cover of darkness. To the working man, the sweet comfort of rest found after a hard day of work. To the seekers, the promise for success without the certainty of victory or even the safety of their own lives and yet as always they will still risk it. To the lost and passionless, the normal boredom of a day gone by in the ceaseless series of days that are becoming disturbingly similar to those gone before.
There was no corner in this city where something wasn't happening even now deals were being struck that would determine the lives of countless for the better or worse and it was in one of those that Ives' life was being decided in the shadows by none other than Zeke.
"Here, he is the one I am recommending for project Zion." Zeke handed over a file containing every last bit of information about Ives down to his mental framework, preferences and behavioural models.
The thick file dissolved into a stream of luminous particles before reassembling in the hands of the figure sitting on the other side of the table.
"Interesting." The figure said as he flipped through the log. "The boy has truly achieved a lot though I do not know where someone like him could get his hands on such fortune in such a small amount of time."
Zeke added, "Is it possible that he had won the lottery?"
"Do you mean the underground lottery. Well it's possible though that would mean he already has a benefactor and may harbour divided loyalties that could make him disqualified for Zion."
Zeke reassured with certainty, "If I even suspected he did then I wouldn't be here."
"Umm.. Figures." The folder was placed back on the table and the face of the host came into view. Decked in a velvety black suit with the chilling addition – a head resembling a goat's with three horns and four eyes. The face moved with natural fluidity making it possible with utmost certainity that this might not be a mask at all.
Zeke wasn't afraid, he had remained calm and at ease since the meeting began, he dared not show any form of pensiveness before these greater powers.
He turned his focus to the venue the meeting was taking place, an environment so absurd that it existing in any natural setting was unthinkable.
Sprawled across a lush green landscape decorated with flora and ground level oceans of clouds were towering structures in the form of palaces, towers, mounments, all made of a unnaturally clear material that radiated a subtle golden hue.
A rich variety of fauna littered this odd world ranging from normal wildlife like deers, cattle, dogs to hostile creatures like lions, bears, wolves and snakes then the curious additions of nude humans of above average physique and attractiveness and finally, oddities like feathered serpents, entities that flew up high without any other visible features other than wings littered with eyeballs with some being just rings of feathered flesh orbiting stationary around a singular body in the shape of an eyeball and a select few humans who drifted around aboard drafts on invisible currents of air maneuvering comfortably with wings growing out of their backs.
All this occurred under a star littered sky lit up by only a dull parody of the sun, the scenery was breathtaking, beautiful and equally unnatural. It was like a grandoise piece of art meant to blur the lines between reality and the piece itself but this was real though Zeke wasn't physically present to fully immerse himself in it.
"The wealthy live in a completely different world don't they sir?" Zeke fawned tactfully.
His remark hit the spot, "How so?", the host replied.
Zeke had succeeded. "Well, most of those living on the planet have only the goal of simply surviving on the only world they are given. While those like you can craft whole new worlds to fit your fancy like this paradise that lies before us."
"Umm.. I understand your words. Yes, the world below is expendable to us. What you see before you isn't just a fancy display. This my friend is the pinnacle of creativity put together by yours truly."
"How long does the exhibition last?" Zeke inquired with feigned awe.
"Well, forever my friend." The host said these shocking words without care.
Zeke froze in place briefly pondering, "Please enlighten me, sir. Won't keeping this costly facade be tiring?"
"No. Of course not. What you see it is an eternal paradise and I plan to make it that way for as long as I can."
"There is no such thing as an eternal paradise, sir." Zeke added with an increasingly tense smile.
"Are you sure? Are all our fantasies based of reality in some way whether of something that it holds or doesn't. Wasn't flight a mere dream till the wright brothers even this presentation is no different. The environment is three miles of soild rock cut and carved through six kilometer below the surface of the moon. The sky is a flowing screen, a kind of advanced project system that cost me an arm and a leg to install. Grass, trees and clouds are what happens when you give those same bastards an unlimited to figure out how to make clouds that are actually useful while the animals, some natural, some slightly tweaked, the others we had to build them from scratch then find a way to put wings on human beings that aren't props. Then convince a good number of people with no lives, no purpose, no common sense to abandon their humanity and live like stage props in a endless art exhibition with free food, health coverage and a little bit of memory tampering to convince them this was all real and all the plastic surgery needed to make them look decent enough for people to pay money to see them fuck each other and a few other things. Point is our fantasies are ours to build then sell for a good price that is all there is."
"I see, sir. I am enlightened but I do have to ask if you are trying to create the image of paradise why dress like the embodiment of evil." Zeke inquired.
"Easy, young man. I am part of the exhibition. To this people, this is paradise. Everything they experience and see says so but the architect of this place is not a good god but a despicable soul that engineered a false reality simply for his own amusement, watching them frolick around in a perfect fantasy, observed and studied by invisible eyes that see their ignorant pleasure as mere entertainment. A fantasy that could end at any moment if I so wish revealing that their perceived eternity was simply another illusion in their cruel world which they never left. Often times, one gains clarity, able to leave if they so wish but do you know they do?"
Zeke leaned in closer, "What sir?"
"They come right back to have their memories put back in place, forsaking the truth and everything else waiting for them, returning to the fantasy because that's the only reality that is acceptable. Countless have joined this exhibition either inspired or simply to test its credulity and not a single one of them has agreed to leave, they are willing to offer their fortune, lives, identities and free will up in exchange for this blissful ignorance.." The host pulled out a silver box containing a glowing green fine powder that evaporates slowly into the air and continued, "because once you have a taste of paradise, a high so unimaginably powerful, long lasting, impossible to beat. One even your own biology can never get used to, nothing else matters. With a push of a button, the green powder immediately burst out of its container and merged with the exhibition's atmosphere.
"That is how you control them even the animals?" Zeke was genuinely shocked.
The host chuckled in a deep distorted voice before explaining, "A unique something I specifically developed. No side effects or harm on physical health. It even improves your constitution the longer you take it and the best part is the high gets better the longer you use it till your mind refuses to distinguish between fiction and reality and everything blurs together. Even beasts are weak to its power much less us humans. I originally developed this neuroregenerative nanoparticulates to unlock the regeneration limits of the human brain and body permitting endless growth and healing even acting as a cure for paralysis but this use is even more better because then how would I pay for all this."
"Quite deceitful. Isn't it?" Zeke's eyes narrowed.
"People want the experience of heaven not the reality of it. Same in the olden eras to the modern world. I hope to expand this one day and I invite your employer too."
The call ceased and the image of the host dissolved, Zeke removed the immersion caller and left the Xenith. His plan was a success.
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Use me master." Isolde's invitation just couldn't be refused, Ives felt pulled into her, drawn into her promise of pleasure, comfort and domination. She was his and she wanted him to remember that.
Without words, Ives stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her waist, bringing himself into her orbit.
Her body radiated an invisible warmth that Ives could feel through his clothes.
"Savour me." Isolde subtly guided him into her thrall. Ives obeyed, his nose rubbed against her neck, breathing in and savouring every inch of her presence, his grip tightened and pulled her closer.
Isolde did the same for her owner, she too caressed his neck with her lips, nibbling, sucking and worshipping every inch of her young master's body, her arms embraced him, pulling him closer into herself and encouraging his ambition with the gentle rubs she dished out onto his head.
"You're my everything." Isolde declared sweetly. Ives' face travelled up her chin and hovered inches away from her wet pink lips, it quivered and shook unsure if it was ready to make the leap so Isolde made it for him.
"Get lost in me." She took one of his hands and rubbed her palms against it. Ives didn't hold back anymore, two wet folds of flesh slammed into one another, rubbing and caressing one another till they were covered in a thin layer of saliva. One was the dominant force, moving with raw passion and excitements eager and willing to devour every inch of the latter while the other was the submissive silent guiding force, matching his rhythm with careful skill, guiding his movement without impressing on it.
Isolde made the next move, taking Ives' hand she guided him through the house into his bedroom. A few movements later and her last piece of clothing was off and Ives had joined her in nudity and they continued their kissing scene till they were both out of breath.
This wasn't enough though, Ives' hands travelled across the length of Isolde's body, exploring her feminine form with carnal curiousity finally resting on her plump ass.
Isolde feeling his passion gave him her blessing "Enjoy" followed by a kiss to the side of his face.
Ives took the leap, he massaged the soft masses of flesh, feeling it bolb up and down. Soon his attention into the depths of her rear, his fingers plunged into her butt hole. Isolde moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck to permit his exploration.
The moist walls clenched around the invader, trying to stop his entry but their strength was insufficient.
Ives plundered till he felt satisfied leaving the hole, puckered and quivering in expectation for a greater pleasure.
Ives' cock was erect, nestled in-between Isolde's thighs which itself had become wet as a gentle stream of warm fluid ran down her pussy. The play was set.
Isolde laid on her belly on the bed, her plump ass vulnerable and ready, her eyes focused on him wordlessly conveying her intentions.
Ives didn't waste a single moment, he mounted on her back, his cock slid in-between the mounds of flesh that was her butt.
Soon he laid on her belly on her, allowing his cock to slide into her butt. The grip was amazing, the deeper he tried to go the more resistance it gave but he went further. The walls contracted rapidly around his penis, moisting for the greater pleasures that lay ahead.
Isolde moaned heavily, her body recked with sweat and spasms. Her moan were subtle but exquisite, each sound stoked desire further. Ives caught her jaw and guided her lips to his and soon another kiss began right as he began his movements.
The room was silent, the couple didn't make any sound, they were in perfect synergy with one another.
Naked bodies grinding against each other, offering up their strength, warmth and stamina in exchange for their mutual pleasure and gratification.
Mouths exhaled warm mist, bodies burned with heat and their juices poured as their mating ritual neared it's climax.
Ives rocked Isolde with every last bit of his strength, soon his own moans became more louder than Isolde's.
"I can't hold on.." Ives exclaimed. "Don't." Isolde calmly said.
A surge of milky fluid shot into her body, the hot thick strings clung to her interior giving a refreshing warmth in the cold.
Ives collapsed to the side weakened in breath but Isolde wasn't burdened by fatigue like he was.
She placed Ives' head in the comfort of her laps and cuddled him.
"Thank you that felt amazing." There wasn't an inch of dissatisfaction or malice in her words, each syllable was spoken in genuine gratitude.
Ives lay there in silence for a bit before croaking out.
"Don't thank me. This benefitted me more than it did you. I am your master, remember. I own you, you have no choice but to follow my will."
Isolde lowered her head and kissed his forehead.
"Of course. I belong to you."
Ives was soon fast asleep, after dressing him up in something comfortable, Isolde swaddled him in a warm duvet before leaving him alone to rest.
She moved through the house naked and unbothered, she stood at the railing overlooking Valkyren with cold soulless eyes. Anyone seeing her in this state wouldn't be wrong to call her a goddess but this goddess was more than just looks.
"Come out, I know you're there. Mister Zeke."
Zeke stepped out from the shadows with a smile, "Greetings, Miss carpenter. It is delight to be in your presence."
Isolde turned to face him, Zeke relished in the beauty of her uncovered body.
"Is this an invitation to partake.." Before he could finish taunting her, Isolde made her terms clear.
"You will leave Ives alone or else!"