≈ Ch. 25: THE BEGIN OF TIME ≈
~ Into the pit ~
Barely three months had passed since Pearl’s death, and already Eclipse seemed on the brink of collapse. Jason came out from the Birth room and watched disconsolate the Main Hall, once the pride of Eclipse, and now scattered with garbage and little debris, the walls stained with unidentified substances. Even the Altar carved in the wall had become a receptacle for litter.
At that moment a young Pale came from the Dining Hall holding a bowl of food. He finished eating and just dropped the empty bowl, that fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
“Hey!” – Jason yelled at him – “You should bring it to the recycler!”
The guy turned his head and just shrugged his shoulders: “What for? We’re doomed anyway…”
Jason opened his mouth to reply, but he realized that there was nothing he could say. With the death of Pearl, the last woman in Eclipse, their fate was sealed. He heavily sat on the few steps leading to the Birth room and buried his face in his hands, fighting back the urge to cry that had been assailing him more and more often lately. Not because they were doomed, but because the Eclipsians seemed to have lost their way, they didn’t respect their home anymore, they argued with each other, and no one did his job anymore.
“This place is a mess…” – a warm voice came from behind him, and Jason didn’t need to turn around to recognize the voice he loved so much, as it was Deimos’. He quickly wiped his eyes and stood up, seeking solace in his lover’s arms. The moment he placed his face on Deimos’ vast chest he already felt better.
“Were you crying?” – Deimos asked with a sympathetic tone, and Jason blushed a little: “I can’t help it. I don’t know what’s happening to me… I’m the Guardian, I am supposed to lead the Eclipsians through these hard times, but… I don’t think I have the strength to do it. I mean, look at me…”
Deimos stepped back and looked at Jason: “What should I look at?”
“I’m fat!!” – Jason replied, opening his arms – “Lately I feel I just can’t stop eating! I’m always hungry, and… I confess I often ask Laudon to provide that delicious Luan stew that I once made you eat. I do it in secret, because everyone eats the usual pudding, and I don’t want anyone to think I’m special only because I’m… close to Boba-Maiii.”
“Well, you did gain some weight…” – Deimos cautiously replied, looking at Jason with attention. His usually flat stomach was definitely a bit prominent, and his sharp features had softened. “But I wouldn’t say you’re… fat.”
“You wouldn’t say that because you love me… though I really don’t know how you can still love the walking blob I’m quickly becoming…”
Deimos didn’t reply, he grabbed Jason by his waist and pulled him close with passion; his hands sensually moved down to Jason’s full buttocks and took handfuls of the inviting flesh. The unmistakable pressure of Deimos’ manhood between them made Jason blush with surprise and desire.
“Is it enough as a reply?” – Deimos asked with a seductive voice. Jason seemed again on the verge of crying, but this time for the sheer love he was feeling for his wonderful, sexy, rock-solid Dark. “I couldn’t make it without you…” – he murmured looking straight into Deimos’ eyes – “Please never leave me. Never. I know it’s so selfish of me, but I want… I hope… you will stay with me forever.”
“I will stay with you until the end of time” – Deimos replied with a loving tone, but his sweet words had a sour taste, surrounded as they were by the depressing sight of the littered, crumbling Main Hall.
Jason took a deep breath and recoiled, a renewed determination in his gaze: “I’m not going to let them ruin this place, should I clean this mess by myself. Actually, that’s what I’m going to do right now!”
“Wait, do you mean… no sex?” – Deimos joked, grabbing his crotch with a dramatic, theatrical move – “How cruel of you, teasing me so much, only to leave me in misery!”
Jason’s gaze instinctively focused on Deimos’ crotch, where his hand was putting his bulging loincloth in almost obscene display. “I… I…” – Jason stuttered, his cheeks flushing with desire – “Fuck, if you keep doing that I swear I fall on my knees and give you the best blowjob you’ve ever got!”
Deimos smiled seductively, fired up by Jason’s desire, but he didn’t miss Jason’s nervous gaze glancing around at the neglected Main Hall, and his joking grin softened into a tender smile: “Later. Now you need to take Eclipse back on track, I can see it in your eyes. Go. I’ll see you later, in my room.”
Jason shot a dubious half-smile, touching again his growing stomach: “I really cannot understand how you can still find me sexy like this…”
“I’ll show you when you come to my room…” – Deimos replied, and slowly went away. Watching his strong legs and his firm ass walking away almost made Jason forget the task awaiting him, but it lasted only a moment. Eclipse needed him, and he was ready to fight.
~ A lost battle ~
Jason marched to the Dining Hall, looking for Aric… and he found him. Leaning back to the wall closing the hall, his skirt raised to his waist, his thick veiny cock hard and throbbing, halfway buried into Cygnus’ mouth. The gurgles and the slurps of the frantic blowjob echoed in the deserted hall.
“Aric!” – Jason exclaimed, crossing the hall, that looked like a dump, with all the tables loaded with dirty dishes, spattered food and used cutlery – “You… You’re supposed to keep the Dining Hall clean!”
“Why should I waste the little time we still have doing that?” – Aric replied, his voice coarse for the pleasure – “It’s much better having fun. And you, pretty face, keep sucking!”
“Stop it!” – Jason said aloud, exasperated. He moved closer and placed a hand on Cygnus’ shoulder, who seemed to suddenly realize he had something urgent to do and rushed away. Aric was pissed off: “Look what you’ve done, boy! I don’t give a fuck if you’re the Guardian or Boba-Maiii himself, now get on your knees and finish what Cygnus left unfinished!”
Jason held Aric’s gaze for what seemed an eternity, in a silent tug of war, Aric with his unrestrained sexuality, Jason with his renewed determination. But Jason knew he had the upper hand, because a man in need is a weak man.
“I can do much better than Cygnus. I can make you howl in pleasure. But if I do… will you go back to work and keep both the Dining Hall and the Main Hall clean?”
“Uhm… fuck… OK, boy, deal. But be warned…” – Aric growled, pushing Jason down to his knees – “…you’re going to have to earn it!”
Before Jason could even fully open his mouth, Aric had already shoved his entire member down his throat, roughly, carelessly. Jason choked, taken aback, but Aric didn’t let him recoil, and kept his head still with both hands. The veiny piston began crashing over and over through Jason’s throat, at a madly pace. It seemed like Aric wanted to humiliate Jason and make him regret criticizing him and sending Cygnus away.
But despite the discomfort, Jason’s determination didn’t waver. He almost couldn’t recognize Aric in that brute abusing him so ruthlessly; but he knew that Aric was hurting, just like all the Eclipsians, and that was his way to vent his frustration and exorcise his fears. Fighting to breathe, Jason moved his hands up, grazing Aric’s abs, tenderly, sensually, without pushing him back. And his fingers moved further up, to titillate Aric’s meaty nipples, circling them with cautious, delicate fingertips. Aric was abusing him, but Jason felt for him, and his delicate touch expressed his affection better than a flourishing speech.
The change was subtle but unmistakable: Aric’s thrusts slowed down, became more cautious, and then stopped. Aric was panting, his gaze rooted to Jason like he was seeing him for the first time: “I… I’m sorry… I don’t know why I did it… I’d better go and clean this mess…” – he uttered, unsuccessfully trying to hide his rock-hard, throbbing cock under his stretch skirt.
Jason stopped him and grabbed Aric's meat again with his hand: “Later. Now let me worship your body like the God of Pleasure deserves…”
Whatever Aric was about to reply, his words died in his throat the moment Jason’s lips closed around his low-hanging balls, sucking them both with passion. Jason’s hands were everywhere on Aric’s body, without neglecting a single inch of his hairy skin. His abs, his chest, his nipples, his hips, his buttocks… Every sensitive part of Aric’s manly body was paid the due respect, with sensual brushes of fingertips, clenching palms and tickling nails; and all the while, Jason’s mouth bathed with saliva the janitor’s balls and the rigid shaft of his cock.
Despite the overwhelming desire, Aric kept his hands away from Jason’s head, and let him lead the game, torturous as it was for him. He almost screamed with relief when Jason’s lips closed again around his engorged helmet, the wet tongue doing a wicked yet sensual dance on the taut sensitive skin. “Please… Please…”, Aric begged, in all likely for the first time in his life, and Jason gave him all he got.
He pushed his head down on Aric’s cock, taking it all down his gullet and massaging its sensitive head with his tight throat muscles, the thrusts of his head pacing up in sync with Aric’s breaths. A choked whine escaped Aric’s lips, and Jason braced for the upcoming explosion, that soon came, flooding Jason’s mouth with gallons of man juice.
“Oh, fuck, don’t stop…!” – Aric moaned loud, shooting cum like there was no tomorrow, and Jason didn’t miss a beat, bobbing his head up and down, gulping down Aric’s essence like it was the finest beverage. Even when the contractions of the orgasm trailed off, Jason went on gently sucking Aric’s satisfied member, respectfully, with affection. An affection that didn’t go unnoticed by Aric, coming down from his orgasmic high.
“I’m so ashamed…” – were Aric’s first words – “You repaid my brutality with… this. Forgive me.”
“Even the mightiest gods become wrathful, now and then” – Jason replied, standing up – “And besides, you have every reason to be angry, just like all of us. It’s unjust. Knowing the Eclipse is going to end is… heartbreaking. But I’m not going to speed up our decline, Aric. I’m going to keep this place alive, well-maintained and possibly full of love. If I have to clean every single room of this base by myself, I’ll do it.”
“I’ll do my part.” – Aric resolutely replied, in his usual gruff, commanding tone, as if he didn’t confess his shame and didn’t beg for forgiveness moments before; but the glance he exchanged with Jason, while picking up the dirty dishes, said more than a million words.
Jason smiled, and turned to go away, but Aric’s warning made him chill: “It won’t be easy. Eclipse is falling apart. You talk to Deimos, Archon and the few people you meet in the Antechamber or the Nuptial Chambers, but this room is where all of Eclipse comes through. I know exactly what’s going on. They’re scared. And a scared man can do anything… as you could see with your own eyes a few moments ago.”
“What do you mean?”
“Everyone reacts in their own way. Some are stuffing themselves with food, others are making love until they drop, and they’re all asking Boba-Maii for the strangest things—a bigger bed, a bigger room, a special tunic…”
“And special food…” – Jason shamefully admitted – “I know well how it works, look at me, I’m twice the size I was three months ago. But thinking about it, instead of eating for two I should… what was it again… ‘make love until I drop’! Much more pleasurable and it also helps keep ourselves in shape, doesn’t it?”
“Anytime” – Aric growled with a knowing half-smile, without stopping working – “Fuck, how could I let this hall become such a filth hole…”
Jason smiled, watching Aric back to his usual efficiency, and went away. He felt relieved but something Aric just said had put him in alarm: apparently, the Eclipsians were asking ‘Boba-Maiii’ (which was Laudon, of course) for lots of things, even a larger room. That didn’t sound good. Not at all.
~ A tense Guardian ~
Jason quickly walked to Deimos’ room, the memory of his lover’s strong legs and marble ass walking away still etched in his mind. Not that Jason was in the mood for sex, at that moment, but still he couldn’t help but flutter around Deimos like a moth to the light. Even if Eclipse was sinking. Especially in that dramatic moment.
Deimos was a wonderful man, nothing seemed to affect his inner balance, and that was exactly what Jason needed in that moment: support, love, soothing words. But what if Deimos was feeling frisky? Jason didn’t really want to have sex, his mind was elsewhere. He couldn’t possibly relax enough to accept Deimos inside him.
«If he asks for sex, I’ll think of an excuse» – he thought resolutely, entering Deimos’ room… but he immediately forgot what he was thinking.
Deimos was on the bed on his belly, naked, his legs parted to give a glimpse of his nether portal. A tuft of black hair between his buttocks sensually put on display, rather than hiding it, the door Deimos had opened only once in his life.
“Is it the right position?” – Deimos joked, turning his head to look sideways at Jason – “I confess I have a vague memory of the details of that day you offered yourself to me in this position, as my blood suddenly flew to other parts of my body than my brain…”
Jason didn’t reply, his eyes just moved back and forth between the wondrous sight before him and his own bulging crotch. But his gaze wasn’t as veiled of lust as Deimos hoped.
“Just like you did that day, I’ve already lubed and prepared myself…” – he uttered sensually, puzzled, because Jason wasn’t moving.
“What’s up? I see from the tent in your tunic you’re eager to give me what I want…”
“I… I don’t want to make love to you with just half of myself.” – Jason replied, moving closer – “My body and my mind seem to be on two different planets. I have so many things in my mind right now… Please don’t hate me, Deimos… I… I just don’t…”
“Shh” – Deimos lovingly silenced him – “You don’t have to explain nor to be sorry. You are the Guardian, everything is on your shoulders, and I just wanted to help you relax.”
Jason pressed his body against Deimos’ and flung his arms around his neck: “Have I ever told you how wonderful you are?”
“Once or twice…” – Deimos joked – “I understand, but you are too tense. You need to relax.”
“Maybe later I’ll come and take a bath in your bathtub…”
“You don’t need to relax later, you need it now…”
Jason gasped, feeling Deimos’ hand sneak inside his tunic and grab his traitorous cock, whose stiffness contrasted so much with the turmoil of worries clouding his mind. The strong fingers curled around his rigid shaft in a way that didn’t allow rejection. A shiver of pleasure made Jason shudder the moment the big hand began his sensually back-and-forth ride.
“Wait… I should…” – Jason said, trying to move away, but Deimos draped his other arm around his shoulders, holding him: “Now. It won’t take long, and you’ll feel better.”
It wasn’t a request. It was the most loving, tender, sensual order Jason had ever received. Deimos was taking care of him, selfless as ever, doing something that brought Jason back in time, to the day he became Deimos’ helper and they masturbated each other.
“Kiss me…” – Jason murmured, his eyes half closed for the pleasure. Their lips locked, while Deimos’ hand went on massaging Jason’s cock with cautious passion. For their entire life, until recently, masturbation had been severely prohibited, and the lack of experience of Deimos’ hand was apparent; but it didn’t matter, because the pleasure doesn’t really come from the groin, it comes from mind and heart, and Jason’s heart was beating furiously, knowing that Deimos was doing something for him he had never even done for himself.
“Ooohh… You’re so… mmmhh…” – Jason moaned, the restraining arm around his shoulder slowly becoming his support, as his legs were trembling. Deimos’ voice was warm, almost hypnotic: “Go with the flow… Surrender to the pleasure… You deserve it… You’re so handsome with your cheeks flushing this way…”
“Don’t stop…” – Jason begged, melting into Deimos’ embrace – “This is… just wonderful…”
Deimos’ fingers tightened even more around Jason’s cock, wringing another moan from his lips. So far, Deimos had fucked Jason countless times, and once even gave his virgin ass to his, and yet that simple massage felt so intimate, so erotically forbidden that a shiver of pleasure coursed Deimos’ spine. He was unsure, because he was not used to giving handjobs, not even to himself, but Jason’s half-lidded eyes, his shivers of pleasure and his soft moans told him he was doing it right.
“Mmmmhh… I’m… ooohhh…! AAAAGGHH!!”
Jason’s cock throbbed hard into Deimos’ hand and began pulsating madly, as ropes of thick cum rocketed out of his tip. Deimos held Jason’s tunic hiked to his waist, to prevent it from being dirtied, and watched with rapt eyes his lover squirm in the ecstasy of the orgasm.
With a loud sigh, Jason took control of himself again, when the massive ejaculation ended. Now that he was focused again, he noticed Deimos’ stiff cock: “Let me… return the favor.”
He tried to reach for Deimos’ crotch, but he stopped him: “No. Maybe later. I’m not the Guardian, I can wait. You’re anxious, I can see it in your eyes. Go do your… Guardian things, I’ll wait for you here.”
“I need to urgently go to the Temple” – Jason replied, adjusting his tunic – “I’m afraid something serious is happening, and I have to talk to Laudon. Will you… come with me?”
Deimos shrugged his shoulders: “Now I know Boba-Maiii won’t kill me, nor Laudon. I’m actually curious. OK, let’s go. Should I get dressed?” – he added with an impish grin.
“If you don’t mind” – Jason replied, chuckling – “Let’s, at the very least, lead Eclipse by example.”
~ Fatal Overload ~
A few minutes later, they entered the Temple, and Jason noticed immediately that the black-painted entrance was glowing red. Bad sign.
“Laudon!” – Jason called as soon as they were in the Office – “What’s happening? Why the red light? Lately you’ve been provided with lots of Radiant!”
“Radiant?”, Deimos asked under his breath.
“Holy Stones, as Eclipsians call them” – Laudon explained – “I’m glad you came, Guardian, as the situation is critical. You provided me with plenty of Radiant, but the extensive energy reserves have been totally depleted due to increased demand. Requests for wider sleeping quarters, more food, larger beds, massive quantities of lubricant and even sunken bathtubs have placed unprecedented strain on the system.”
“Couldn’t you just flash a red light as usual and refuse to provide what you were asked for?”
“They always say they’re about to die, and I can’t let that happen. I had to use up every atom of the stored Radiant and I even had to consume the emergency reserve of the Gravitor Engine.”
“No one is about to die! Laudon, this is just crazy! From now on--”
Jason didn’t finish his sentence because the lights suddenly dimmed, turned red, flashed randomly and then turned off. The only source of light was the big monitor on the wall, with a flashing message on a red background.
Jason now could read, but he didn’t understand the meaning of the message… or he didn’t want to understand it. With a voice streaked with panic, he yelled: “System Overload?? Laudon! What does it mean?? Laudon!”
Silence.
“Laudon!!” – Jason screamed, in panic, tears welling from his eyes, but again, the oppressive silence was the only reply he got. Laudon was dead. Dead. The very heart of Eclipse, the benign hand that provided the Eclipsians with all they needed, and more, was gone. Jason never felt more alone than in that moment. He was on his own, Laudon couldn’t help him anymore. No, it was even worse: all the vital systems had gone down: no more water, food, ventilation, everything!
A warm hand that felt like a lifeboat touched his shoulder. “I’m here. We’ll find a way” – Deimos’ deep voice echoed in the Office. Jason took a deep breath and wiped his eyes. He looked at Deimos, his rock, his lover, and nodded resolutely: “We will. Come, let’s check the Radiant storage.”
With some difficulties, they forced open the sliding door to the black entrance, and Deimos asked: “What is the Radiant storage?”
“That square panel set into the floor” – Jason explained, pointing at the trapdoor used to ‘offer the Holy Stones to Boba-Maiii’ – “It’s usually operated by Laudon, but now… Can you open it?”
There weren’t handles or anything, but one side seemed to offer grip enough to force it open. Deimos grabbed it, his powerful muscles bulging for the effort. He tried harder and harder, grunting and panting, until, with a loud crack, the entire panel broke open.
“AAAGGHH!!” – Deimos screamed, falling back, and Jason saw a large bleeding cut on his hand. “Deimos! You hurt yourself! Let’s go to the Medical Bay… No, fuck! Even the Medical Bay is out of order! Wait here, I’m sending the other Darks to find some Radiant. No, don’t you even think to come with me, wounded as you are! Stay here, I’ll be back as soon as possible.”
Jason ran to the Main Hall, which was immersed in a dreadful red light and packed with worried Eclipsians. His gaze fell on the incongruous sight of Rufus and young Castor making love in a corner of the hall, under everyone’s eyes. Castor was riding with abandon Rufus’ cock, humping on his hips at a frantic pace, incited by the older man.
“Rufus!” – Jeson bellowed, getting closer – “You and Castor must go find some Holy Stones! Now! Can’t you see that Boba-Maiii is furious?”
“I prefer spending my last moments making love to this handsome young stud. If my moment has come I want to die making love, not digging fucking stones!”
“Rufus! Everyone is going to die if you don’t find some stones! Where is Helios?”
“Ha! Good luck finding him! Harder, Castor! Make this old man happy one last time!”
Jason glanced around, everyone was looking at him. The temperature was rising already, and without the ventilation system, all of them were going to die in a few hours. He just couldn’t let it happen.
“FINE!!” – he yelled, his eyes piercing Rufus like lasers – “I’ll go dig Holy Stones myself!”
“You don’t even have a spade…” – Rufus mocked him, and Jason screamed out of desperation: “I’ll dig with my bare hands then!!”, and walked in great stride to the hidden door leading up to the Entrance hall, followed by several Pales calling him back.
“Jason, wait!” – Stellan called him – “If you go out you’ll die before you can find any Holy Stone!”
“I’ll survive. Probably. I’m something of a Dark, you know.”
“You’re crazy!” – Rylan added, coming out of the crowd – “You don’t even know where to start finding the Stones!”
“Deimos once told me they’re more likely to be found close to trees and shrubs. I just have to dig and see if there’s something glowing blue underground.”
Cygnus pointed his finger to a small group of trees nearby: “Like that blue glow under those trees?”
Jason followed Cygnus’ gaze, puzzled: “What glow are you talking about? I can’t see anything.”
“There’s a blue glow, can’t you see it? And another brighter one close to those bushes over there!”
Jason was baffled, because he had a perfect sight, and yet he couldn’t see anything glowing blue.
“By Boba-Maiii…” – Archon exclaimed, looking at Cygnus with wide eyes filled with surprise and respect – “He’s a Seer! My mentor told me that long ago there were Pales who had the gift of seeing the sacred aura of the Holy Stones, but it’s been centuries since Eclipse had any Seers…”
“Probably because Pales are not allowed here in the Entrance Hall.” – Jason commented, ruefully – “And you all shouldn’t stay here, either. Go back downstairs, and I’ll go dig under the trees and bushes Cygnus pointed at.”
“Not without proper equipment!” – a voice boomed behind him.
“Rufus! Castor!” – Jason exclaimed, turning around and seeing the two Darks wearing their special outdoor garment that put in great display their bulges, the one that once made Jason’s desire flare, looking at Deimos wearing it. The Darks were holding a similar garment for Jason, and a spade. “Let me help you wear this cloth” – Rufus said, helping Jason out of his tunic – “…and then we’re coming with you to dig up the Holy Stones. I spent my life serving Eclipse, and this is how I want to die, if I have to.”
“No one will die, if we’re quick!” – Jason said with urgency, adjusting the tight constraining cloth around his bulge. He took the spade and resolutely walked out, under the twin Suns, followed by Rufus, Castor and many anxious eyes.
It didn’t take long, thanks to the precise indications provided by Cygnus, and soon the three of them were back, bringing two massive Holy Stones with them. Without even changing clothes, they rushed to the Temple, where the bleeding Deimos was still waiting, and dropped the stones into the open trapdoor.
“We’re going, now, Guardian” – Rufus said, looking at Jason with great respect – “I believe Eclipse has never had as valiant a Guardian as you. Forgive my earlier… irrational behavior. I promise I will listen much more attentively to your words, from now on.”
The door leading to the Antechamber closed behind Rufus and Castor, and the sliding door to the Office came to life, opening with a hiss; Jason quickly moved to the Office, bringing Deimos with him. Inside, the usual lighting was back, and the emergency message on the monitor was gone. “Laudon…? Are you here?” – Jason cautiously called, and almost cried with relief when the calm, imperturbable voice replied: “I’m here, I’m everywhere”.
~ Aurora ~
For six months life went on rather smoothly at Eclipse, after Jason enforced strict rules about pleading with Boba-Maiii for anything. With the help of Cygnus, who spotted the Holy Stones from the Entrance Hall, the Darks had no problem keeping Laudon sated with Radiant. Jason even had the Luans corral repaired, and the Shepherd was now raising Luans again, like his predecessors had done for centuries. The quality of the food greatly improved, and the Eclipsians seemed content.
But the awareness that Eclipse was doomed lurked in the man’s minds, making them restless. Some Pales fully embraced man-love to soothe their desires; others, unwilling to bend their natural heterosexual nature, resorted to self-love, as now masturbation wasn’t a taboo anymore; a few stuck to the traditional life of abstinence.
Jason was sitting in the Antechamber, in front of Deimos, discussing with him the situation of Eclipse; but Deimos didn’t seem to focus on Jason’s words. At some point, Jason huffed: “Deimos, you’re not listening… Where’s your mind?”
“Between your beautiful bubble buttocks” – Deimos joked, and Jason couldn’t help but laugh, but it wasn’t an amused laugh: “I’m so sorry, Deimos… I know we haven't made love for… months, I think, and I feel like shit, but… I don’t feel like it. I’m not confident of my body anymore, I tried to diet, but I only got fatter. Look at my stomach, even my most loose tunics don’t fit me anymore! I should stop stuffing myself with food but maybe the situation of Eclipse is taking a toll on me, too. And the one paying the price of this is you.”
“Oh, don’t worry about me” – Deimos replied – “I’m used to restrain myself. I only wish you could feel better with yourself, because I don’t see anything wrong with you being… solidly built!”
They were interrupted by a stern knock on the door; before Jason could even say anything, the door opened wide and many men came in, led by the tall Vyk; behind him there were Aric, Toron, Zephir and many others.
“Guardian!” – Vyk said in a menacing tone – “Since you have forbidden us to plead to Boba-Maiii for our needs, on behalf of most of the Eclipsians I strongly invite you to relay to Boba-Maiii our request. We’re sick living underground like Skivlets! We want Eclipse to have a glass ceiling, to let the natural light flow in!”
Jason’s agile mind quickly realized that any transparent surface, like in the Entrance Hall or the Observation Deck had to be constantly shielded from the lethal rays of the twin Suns: the energy required to build and sustain such a wide glass structure would have been prohibitive.
“I can’t ask Boba-Maii to do that!” – Jason replied, shocked, standing up to face Vyk, who moved closer with a menacing expression: “You mean you don’t want to do that! You want to keep all of us under your thumb!”
Vyk shoved Jason on the shoulder to punctuate his last words; it wasn’t a hard hit, but Jason suddenly bent double, screaming for the pain, holding his abdomen. Vyk stepped back, surprised, and murmured: “I barely touched him… I swear!”
The pain slowly faded, and Jason murmured with a coarse voice: “Please go, Vyk. We’ll talk about that later. Now I need to go to the Temple. You too, Deimos, go: don’t worry, I probably just ate a bowl of food too much.”
When he was alone, Jason rushed to the Medical Bay, as a second painful spasm made him scream. “Laudon! I need help!”
“I’m here --”
“Yeah, you’re everywhere!” – Jason shouted, stripping naked and climbing on the medical bed – “Now tell me what’s wrong with me! Aaaagghh!!”
The mechanical arms quickly scanned Jason’s body and then folded back to the corners of the bed.
“So what?? Laudon, what’s happening to me?!”
“The waiting is over” – Laudon said in his usual plain, imperturbable voice.
Jason looked around the room, frowning at the empty air: “Waiting for what?”
A brief pause. “Your time has come.”
Jason felt his guts wrench. “My time?? You mean… I’m about to die?”
For a moment there was only the low hum of the machines.
“On the contrary” – Laudon replied, almost mildly – “A life is about to begin. The child is about to be born.”
“The… child?? Laudon, have you gone crazy?! I can’t be pregnant, I’m a man!!”
“I can safely confirm that you definitely are 100% man. With… some additions due to your mother’s DNA. You have developed a uterus, connected to your rectum, and you got pregnant about nine months ago. Due to your male body structure, the pregnancy was barely visible, but you must’ve noticed a weight gain in the last months.”
“You mean… it’s not just fat? Is there a… my god… a baby inside me?? And… I don’t really want to know, but I have to ask… How is he going to come out? Don’t tell me…”
“The baby must come out the way the seed came in, through your rectum. But don’t worry, I can help you. Unfortunately I can’t give you any drugs, since they would damage the baby, but the human body can synthesize the most powerful natural drug of all: endorphins. They are released during the orgasm.”
“Are you going to… make me cum?”
“Ejaculation is not necessary. The orgasm is enough to release endorphins. Lay down and relax. I will make you… feel good.”
Saying that Jason was dubious was a major understatement, and yet he lay down, and didn’t protest when two mechanical arms took position at the sides of his head. He felt a nice warmth inside, that made him relax, the warmth became a faint pleasure that slowly built up to a deep arousal. Jason felt his cock rise to a stiff erection, while the pleasure grew more intense.
It wasn’t like when he made love, this was pure pleasure, as Laudon was directly stimulating the pleasure receptors in his mind. It was weird, but… beautiful. Jason felt on fire, and yet his body lay down on the bed, not a single muscle twitching.
And then the orgasm exploded, and it was the most intense pleasure he’d ever felt. Waves and waves of sheer pleasure submerged him, without ever stopping. He wasn’t cumming, there was no ejaculation, but his entire body was enveloped in a cloud of pure sexual delight, numbing his mind and his body.
The seconds became minutes, and the incredible, impossible orgasm went on, sweeping his body like a hurricane, every single cell taking part in the never-ending climax.
Jason’s mind was like a Gravitor Engine at full throttle, and between the waves of incredible pleasure Jason understood why he didn’t want any other men to cum inside him but Deimos, and understood why he’d been eating for two in the last nine months, why he sometimes felt sick in the morning or suddenly felt the irrepressible need to cry. It was impossible and yet real: he was pregnant and was about to give birth to a baby, Deimos’ baby, no doubts about it, as no other men had any chance to breed him since he got his DNA altered.
The thick veil of the climax became thinner, the swirls of pleasure slowly vanished, and Jason began to come back to reality. He seemed to hear a baby cry, but it was not possible, it couldn’t be his baby, as he didn’t feel—
“FFFFUUCCKK!!!” – he screamed, as the last traces of pleasure gave way to a scorching pain in his ass. “Laudon…! Laudon, talk to me! How’s the baby?”
“Perfectly healthy, as much as you. Your rectum has not sustained any permanent damage, though I advise you to abstain from anal sex for 30 days. You may experience occasional bleeding, but it’s all in the norm. I can take care of the baby’s needs, but if you prefer to breast-feed, I can slightly modify your DNA.”
“Don’t you dare!!” – Jason yelled, sitting up on the bed in alarm, but soon his expression softened, as his gaze fell on a cradle next to him, where the most beautiful baby was lying peacefully, looking back at him. Jason moved to climb off the bed, but Laudon warned: “You should rest. You’re still bleeding. Lay down on the bed, while I talk to you about the baby. There’s something extraordinary about this child.”
Truth to be told, Jason felt quite weak, after the ordeal he’d gone through, and gladly lay back on the comfortable bed: “Being born from a man seems extraordinary enough by itself… But tell me, Laudon. Tell me everything. I want to know all about my wonderful, extraordinary baby...”
In the meantime, Deimos was nervously pacing the Main Hall. He was worried, as an hour had already gone by and Jason wasn’t back. Maybe he had an illness of some sort, maybe he needed medical attention… or just wanted to avoid him. Deimos wasn’t angry, but he couldn’t ignore the fact that Jason had been turning him down for almost half a year, and was now trying to find solace in food, something Deimos clearly could no longer provide.
His convoluted thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the Nativity Bell ringing loud. The entire Eclipse quickly flocked in, crowding the Main Hall, and many people were worried, as the Bell lately had only brought tragic news.
“We’re going to die!” – Deimos heard someone cry and someone else added: “The end is coming!!”. Even Archon, standing out of the Birth Room, had a worried, hopeless expression.
When the door opened and everyone spotted Jason’s tunic streaked with blood, Deimos felt like dying inside, thinking that he was about to lose the love of his life.
But much to everyone’s surprise, Jason came out of the door on unsteady feet, holding a baby in his arms. Everyone held his breath, waiting for the Guardian to speak.
Jason tried to keep a stern, authoritarian voice, but he was exhausted, on the verge of fainting. He took a deep breath and pronounced the traditional speech. His voice was faint, but reached deep into everyone’s heart.
“It’s a baby girl. Her name is Aurora, which means dawn, because dawn is where darkness and light coexist, and it’s the beginning of a new day. She’s all of this. She’s not a Dark, she’s not a Pale, she’s all of us, and so will be her children. She can go outside like a Dark, she is connected with Boba-Maiii like a Pale. She is Eclipse.”
Deimos rushed to climb the few steps to the Birth Room and enveloped both Jason and the baby in his strong arms. Hiding his face into Jason’s neck, he couldn’t restrain his tears: “I thought I’d lost you forever! And now you come back with a baby! But how…”
“I’m more surprised than you. I’ll tell you everything, but now I need to rest. It’s not been easy for me.”
“Wait… how did the baby…”
“Don’t ask, Deimos” – Jason replied, faintly chuckling – “You don’t really want to know.”
“May I… hold her?”
Jason handed the baby to Deimos and leaned on the door jamb. He felt physically exhausted and mentally stunned by what was happening, but the sight of Deimos lulling Aurora in his strong arms filled him with renewed strength and hope. He glanced around him at Archon, Deimos, Aric, Rylan, Stellan and all the Eclipsians and felt happy, irrepressibly happy.
“Today it’s the dawn of a new day!” – he said aloud, overcoming the cheers, for everyone to hear – “Eclipse has a future again… and that future begins with Aurora.”
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~ In the name of the Father and of the Son… ~
Syran was walking across the Main Hall gawking up at the beautiful glass domes that allowed the warm light of the twin Suns to fill the immense salon. Even after twenty-two years, he still found the magnificence of the Main Hall astounding. The intricate decorations carved in the walls, the delicate arches, the chiseled garlands on the ceiling were too perfect to be creations of men. Just under the main dome, the word “ECLIPSE” carved in the white stone made him feel proud of the place he called home.
Rapt as he was by the intricate architecture, Syran bumped into someone, and hurried to apologize: “I’m so sorry… Oh! Guardian! Please forgive me, I was not paying attention…”
Therion shot a fatherly look at young Syran: “You don’t have to apologize. This is really a beautiful hall.”
“Say…” – Syran began, cautiously – “Is it true that it was built many centuries ago by Boba-Maiii himself?”
“It was built many centuries ago, at the beginning of time, but not by the Father himself. In His benevolence, He wanted to create a beautiful place for his people to live, and gave his son Gee-Son the power to create this magnificence.”
“So, the hall was created by Gee-Son?”
“Well… not personally, of course. He ordered Laudon to do the work, as usual. The Father and the Son are pure divinity, they rarely interact with the material world. But their Holy Spirit was infused in Laudon, who exists… somewhere between the material world and the Holy Family. That’s why we honor the Father, the Son and the Servant. You shouldn’t have missed so many Religion classes, young man!”
Therion’s words didn’t sound like a reprimand, as he said them chuckling, and Syron chuckled with him. Therion raised a hand and pointed to the highest glass dome of the Main Hall: “Can you see those carvings over there? They represent the Holy Family.”
Following the ample movement of the arm, Therion’s tunic opened on the chest, offering a glimpse of a chiseled hairy pec crowned by a meaty nipple. Syran’s gaze was rooted to Therion’s ripped body, and he felt a warmth rising inside him. Therion was fifty-nine, he was more than thirty years older than him, but Syran always felt particularly attracted to him.
“What are you looking at?” – Therion joked, and Syran snapped out of his erotic reverie, realizing he was sporting a stiff erection. His face flushed beet-red and he tried to say something, but he couldn’t.
“I’m… flattered” – Therion said in a warm voice – “but I’m so old, you can’t possibly feel…”
“You’re just perfect!” – Syran said in one breath, and immediately regretted having been so straightforward. Therion didn’t say anything, and Syran moved closer to him, so close to press his youthful manhood against the older man’s groin. “I… dream of you, Therion. I… I dream…” – the voice died in Syran’s throat, but he soldiered on – “I dream of giving you my virginity”.
Theron didn’t say a word, but the growing stiffness Syran could clearly feel against his groin was very eloquent.
“Is it true?” – Therion inquired, cautious, and Syran nodded, still blushing. “You’re offering me a precious gift, Syran. Come, let’s go to the Birth Room.”
“The Birth Room? But isn’t it reserved to women giving birth to a baby?”
“It once was, but not anymore. Now women give birth in the Sanctuary, deep inside the Temple, under the protection of Boba-Maiii and Gee-Son… through Laudon, of course. Come!”
Therion led Syran by hand to the Birth Room and slowly undressed him; and when naked, Syran did the same to Therion, helping him take off his tunic. Syran was not a young boy, he was twenty-two, but he was shivering like a child because of the tension.
“Leave everything to me” – Therion reassured him, pulling him on the ample bed – “One of the few perks of age is experience. I know how to pick a young man’s flower…”
The following hour or so felt to Syran like a sort of dream. Therion kissed his entire body, sucked his hard dick, caressed him everywhere, and when he was inflamed by desire, Therion took some lube and touched him in places never touched by anyone, in ways that gave Syran a sense of complete intimacy with Therion, an intimacy he’d never experienced before.
And when Therion penetrated him with his stiff veiny cock, there was no pain, no discomfort, only a soaring exhilaration at feeling Therion’s manhood gently prying open his most secluded doors, unleashing inside him a pleasure he’d never fathomed.
Therion’s breath became labored, and Syran was puzzled when he felt the man’s hands slide beneath his back to hook his shoulder. “This is the ancient Eclipsian breeding technique” – Therion uttered with a coarse voice – “because I’m about to breed you, my boy…”
The seasoned cock pistoned harder into Syran’s loosened ass, and at each thrust of the hips, Therion pulled Syran with his hands, making the hard meat reach deeper than ever into the guy’s unexplored depths. “Do you want my seed inside you?” – Therion asked softly a moment before exploding, and Syran was swept away at the idea of being filled with the Guardian’s seed. “Yes… Yesss… Oooohhhh!!! YES!!” – Syran screamed, feeling his own untouched dick explode in a mind-blowing orgasm. And between the powerful contractions of the climax, he felt the warmth of Therion’s seed filling him, and moaned even louder, holding tight to the wonderful lover who just made him a man.
The silence slowly filled the room, and Therion patiently waited for Syran to enjoy the last remnants of the pleasure.
“Guardian…” – Syran asked cautiously after a while – “May I be completely sincere with you? Won’t you get angry at me?”
“Tell me whatever you want, and don’t worry about anything.”
“I… uhm… I have doubts.” – Syran began, carefully choosing the words – “I mean, Boba-Maiii, Gee-Son, the Holy Family… It all sounds a bit… weird. I can’t really say I don’t believe in them, but I can’t say I believe, either.”
“But you’ve heard Laudon’s voice when you offered the Holy Stones to Boba-Maiii, haven’t you? You’ve admired many times the perfection of the Main Hall, created at the beginning of time: it clearly transcends human limits. So, how can you say our Gods don’t exist?”
“It’s all too elaborated, to… perfect to be true” – Syran insisted – “The Father, the Son, the Servant, without forgetting Aurora, the Holy Mother of us all. I have… doubts, Therion. There are questions burning inside my soul that need to be answered. Is it that bad?”
Syran turned to look at Therion’s face, fearing a reprimand, but could swear he was restraining a smile. And his words definitely weren’t those he expected.
“Syran… Do you want to be my Successor?”
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