Chapter 9

«Hmm.» He thought, still feeling quite amused with himself. «So ... where is she?»

Was she gone? Was she really gone??

The two animals—big cats, she called them—were pacing around the room as if seeing if all its objects and equipment were in place. Other than a couple of sniffs neat the bed by one of them, the two beasts seemed indifferent to him—maybe because they had already smelled him and gathered all the information they could about him in the days (weeks??) prior, and now were too used to their guard duties to pay him any more special attention.

After a lot of pacing in the room, with some cute growls and head rubs here and there, the two animals went away, leaving the recovering patient with his thoughts—and these thoughts were at first bemused, elevated still by the memory of the goddess, and then...

... then the thoughts sunk into confusion, then bewilderment, then outright stupefaction. «What...?» Searching with his ears—or at least willing as much as he could of his mind towards the environment surrounding it—he tried finding the woman ... but he heard or felt none. «She can’t be gone, can she? I heard ... nothing! I heard nothing of her parting!»

Nothing. Really, truly nothing. One moment, she said “go”, and the other ... The other moment just kept going. There wasn’t another moment, even, because the previous one hadn’t even ended. «I could swear she was still here. I ... never heard a creature be so smooth otherwise! Is she...?» He tried making some movement, but he realized that he couldn’t do it consciously. His body, once aroused by her presence, returned to its natural morbid state.

He was still too hurt and broken. Just some minutes ago, he was swimming in the middle of a darkness he didn’t even feel comfortable remembering. «What...?» In her sudden absence, he wondered whether his senses as well hadn’t gone back to uselessness and impairment. However... «hmm, no. I can still hear and feel ... I can feel everything very well!»

There was a waterfall nearby and the birds were flying overhead, chirping happily. On the outside, not even too far away, he could hear the two beasts frolicking together, then disappearing into the bushes, then becoming more and more distant as the sound of their paws on the soft grass and wet soil became dimmer and dimmer and dimmer.

There was the blow of the soft, chill breeze everywhere. His room had many windows and they were all open to Nature, taking Her blessings to help him heal all the faster. «No. My senses aren’t the problem. She is the problem!»

Just what in the fucking hell was that bloody woman??

For a while there was peace, and under the soothing sounds of nature the man could focus again. He thought about all that’d just happened and parsed the information partially for personal curiosity, partially for ... his job.

«Job...?» Yes, he had a job. A task. Something he was there, on that planet, to do. A job from... «Ah, yes. My Masters.»

He didn’t dread their memory nearly as much as he thought he would (or should). The fact that he was so cool, so level-headed about it ... this indeed was what startled him the most. The soothing sounds of nature weren’t just something from the paradise planet, but out of his soul as well. «I feel ... incredibly peaceful now that she talked to me.» His feelings were many, and perhaps when it came to their coherence and diversity they were the most confusing, the most perplexing thoughts he’d ever had ... and still... «I can see them all laid out very clearly before me, like cards on a table, all turned to me with no secrets to hide.» That was a woman, indeed... «Who had no secrets to hide from me.»

There was a subtle change in the air, but he couldn’t quite point out what was so odd about it. He ignored it, of course, in favor of the much more pressing concerns: «First ... there’s the woman. The woman herself. I’ve no doubt she is the entity.»

Done. His job was done. All he needed to do was ... capture her.

And for once his job no longer seemed so easy. Or so simple. «How strong is she? I clearly felt, in her presence, an aura of power great enough ... to plant the doubt in me.» He stopped again and contemplated this very thought, for every bit of it was completely unprecedented: «I, a Seedmaker ... have found a creature that’s ... that’s at least... » See? He couldn’t complete it! The thought was so unprecedented that he couldn’t state it straight without “wincing” within his own mind! It was simply impossible, simply an aberration, a defiance against the very order of the Universe...

... and yet!... «I should not take her lightly. The power she is hiding, whether through technology or some bioengineering of her own species, is not one I feel I can so easily surpass.»

The thoughts slowly build up to something shocking, like peeling off layers of incredulity from an ever more improbable onion of mysteries, and the more he investigated, the more questions arose—each new question making him doubt his own investigation; making him want to turn away and never look back. «Like questions that shouldn’t be answered. They can be. One can even try and ... get close to the answer. But the answer, whatever it is ... will probably drive one mad.»

He felt it, in his heart, that kind of instinct he hadn’t felt since he was exposed, long, long ago, to the wild giant beasts of the biggest, most ruthless planets known to the Masters. Powerful predators and amazing technological concoctions that, at least in his tender years of seven or eight, could do some real damage against his Seedmaker physiology, and were still to this day among the very, very, very few things who’d ever drawn blood from his body.

He felt, deep in his spine, a delicious type of fear he swore he would never get to feel again: the fear of being the hunted. The fear of being prey. They fear of impending death! «I can feel her claws somewhat. I can feel the danger she may pose.»

She had talked at length about her species. Was it possible that her so-called “superhumans” were actually her Masters? Where those, then, the superbeings who had created her? There was no possible way that a creature so strong (again: assuming she was really that strong) could have come through natural means, through the awkward and random devices of natural selection alone. «It’s simply impossible.»

For every male there should be a female. For every genetically engineered super male there should be a genetically engineered super female. It was only logical. «I was right.» He felt like smiling, but then felt really, really serious. Deadly so. To the point of sinking back into unconsciousness, yes: that’s how deadly serious he felt. «I had stated this just as a joke. Just as a ... defiant comment in the face of my Masters. I didn’t really mean it.»

After all... «What are the odds of finding a superwoman here, on this planet? What were the odds that this mission—this improbable, impossible mission from my Masters—would be THE mission where I would find THE counterpart to a Seedmaker? I mean ... this can’t be! It can’t be like this. Like if never like this!» There was a gentle trembling, and this indeed was his body very gently, very smoothly shaking on the massive bed. «In the entirety of the Universe, after so many centuries of Seedmaker activity and my Masters’ dominion ... what are the odds that I, of all people, I, of all Seedmakers, would THE one for find THE One Woman?? This mythical being??»

No. No. Life just wasn’t like that. It was probabilistically impossible. Unless... «It wasn’t random. It is part of a bigger plan. All of this. All this planet.» A planet that was located so, so, soooo far away from Masters’ empire. «A planet within a galaxy with helix arms. Arms such as those I haven’t seen in at least fifty million superclusters around the Masters’ dominions. A planet so far away, so remote, it might as well be on the other side of the freaking Universe. A planet, a paradise planet, so random, plopped here by the Masters for no apparent reason ... and then... » On that very planet, he found a woman! «Yes. A woman. Or rather, the woman found ... me. She found me after I ... after I... »

His mind went back ... then stopped. «Ah ... ahh... » It stopped, and his conscious thought reacted to it with great pain. «No. I can’t go back. Not now, not yet. Not so soon.» Not when the pain... «Ouch! Aah!! Damn, it’s too strong!»

A memory that hurt like a scorching around rod wrapped around one of his testicles: extremely painful—and precisely in the way pain is most useful: to serve as a warning! A warning for him to go no further! «No. No. I should leave these memories alone for now. Whatever I did, it put me here, in this bed, for ... days? Weeks?» If he heard all her words correctly... «Weeks, yes. I’ve been here for weeks.»

Wooomp! Wooomp! His heart beat exactly two times much harder, much stronger, making her enormous chest jump out slightly on the bed. Booom! Booom!! For as much as his heart moved the bed with its beats, the giant realized... «This is an amazingly strong bed. An amazingly strong room or structure if it can actually withstand my power. I remember her saying I was delirious. I must have struggled a lot, supposedly.» His brain kept on working while his heart kept on doubting. «And yet, hard as I must have struggled ... her presence here caused quite a stir. I saw ... I mean, I heard that scream she gave ... not even inside this room, but out there, far enough ... and... »

His memory went back a couple of minutes. His very organs were stirred by her scream, as if the shockwaves of her shout had the devastating properties of both long and short waves: short waves causing the most massive destruction on the physical, outside world, and the long waves causing the most catastrophic vibration on the molecular level of things—a vibration he felt very well inside his body, all over his organs, causing even a good amount of internal bleeding that was pointed out by the machines, indeed, when they beeped and sounded so many urgent alarms.

«My bleeding has stopped, of course. Almighty as I am, having such self-healing powers as I have. Yet ... she also acted like ... she knew it was going to stop? She didn’t react to my bleeding in any special manner, so that means ... she’s not ... very surprised by me?» On a scientific level, it seemed like the woman was perfectly up-to-date with his biology. His existence didn’t impress her. Not rationally, that is. «And there’s the scream itself. Her power!»

Her shout alone seemed to have moved the very foundations of that building. It shook him and hurt him and made his damned organs bleed, oh, heavens! «Damn! And *I* cannot move this bed! Even when I shook at my hardest, I couldn’t break from these constraints nor even move the bed out of this place ... yet her scream alone almost destroyed the place! I mean, yeah ... no, it didn’t come close to destroying it, but ... it did way more damage than I could have ever hoped to do.»

As if the entire place had been built around a much higher level of power than his own. As if every inch of that structure ... had been planned and designed for ... a much stronger creature. «She. Her. Designed for her.»

His mind wandered around those eerie questions, pondering their terrifying implications when something ... odd happened.

There were groans. There were long, sparse groans coming from seemingly a very great distance. They were very deep, but very low at first, and for most of the time he perceived it, yes, but mostly in his guts, not even with his hearing, as his organs began to vibrate with those groans, those ... weird and wild moans ... much like they had vibrated when the woman had shouted a couple minutes ago, raising those questions now in his mind. He paid attention to those groans and felt his heart beating a little faster, a little harder. «The fear. That fear again, I feel it.» The fear of flight. The fear for life. The fear of predator’s eyes being set on him.

«The fear. That fear again, I feel it.» The fear of flight. The fear for life. The fear of predator’s eyes being set on him. «I feel this fear again, as if she were here. Here with me.» He moved his mind around the place, looking for her. «She disappeared without me noticing.» Was it teleportation? «No. She wouldn’t do that without any sound. Not at least without moving some heavy machinery around, making her preparations... » And still that feeling, oh! That feeling! As if she was still there! «I can smell here. I can feel her presence ... somehow.»

The rumbles kept coming. They didn’t relent. He ignored them, however, for despite their persistence and length they were very low, and the questions and mysteries, for the time being, rang louder in his mind. «How did she disappear so silently? How does she make herself felt here, in this place, even without being present? What is the source of her strength, her power? Is she being aided by some sort of device?»

As the questions gathered, a very clear, obvious answer was being formed. What’s best, it was a logical, non-threatening answer. An answer he could live with. An answer he could quite easily accept. «Yes. Yeeees ... of course!» An answer that was a deception—but that at the moment didn’t feel like it. In the moment, it felt like the cool bath after a scorching journey: it felt like liberation! «Yes, yes, of course. Of course that’s the case! Oh, shit! How didn’t I see this before??»

All the while, the groans kept getting longer and especially louder. Louder and louder, to the point he could actually hear them, not just feel them. Longer and longer and louder, yes, much louder, and other changes were happening to the nature around him, around that place, as if the groans, those rumbles, were part of a much larger, more eventful transformation on the planet at large.

It took minutes, many minutes for the change to be felt ... but when it was felt, oh, it could no longer be denied. «This is all a ruse.»

The man, however, was too trapped within his mind. At first, he was mostly trapped out of sincere curiosity. Then, his trap was just persistence, a refusal to face the more daunting facts. Then, as the sounds got louder, truly louder, and the environment began to change in unmistakable ways ... he persisted on those thoughts still, if only out of desperation, out of the very natural desire to not face a truth, a reality ... that was perhaps too incomprehensible even to his almighty brain!

A reality that would break him. A reality that would drive him mad! «This is all part of their plan. My Masters. Long have they tried to create a female equivalent of a Seedmaker. Long have they failed. Their failure to crack the Womb Code has been their one and only shame after a lifetime of cosmic conquest! Their failure has defined their cruel approach to life, as well as their relentless exploitation of us Seedmakers. Their failure, however, has born useful fruits: after heavens-know-how-much time they spent on this chimera, they probably turned it into a reality.»

His body rumbled—but not nearly as much as those booms, those groans were making the entire place around him rumble. «The Masters have done it. They have created it: a woman! The female version of a Seedmaker. A ... Seedtaker?» He giggled, sweating coldly in his mind, trying to keep ignoring what was now impossible to ignore. «An Eggmaker? Well, the name doesn’t matter. What matters is that they did it, those insane villains. They did it: they created the female version of my kind, and here ... here on this planet ... they sent her. They sent her to wait. Wait ... Wait for me!»

It would be all so clear now if not for the whole world ending around him: after millennia of trial and error, the Masters had produced their first prototype of a Female Seedmaker. A “Seedtaker”, let’s call it, for it is only natural that the maker of the seed is called Seedmaker, and the taker ... well, Seedtaker. After countless failures, they managed to crack the code of the much more complex female anatomy and produce a viable Seedtaker, yes.

But how viable is she? The first prototype would need a test—and what better tool to test her with if not with the real deal? With an actual Seedmaker? A powerful one, a potent one, to combine their heightened genetic materials and create a being so supreme that all other females would be rendered completely useless for the Masters’ purposes.

A Seedmaker and a Seedtaker now entirely under their control! The testicles and the womb, both halves of the reproductive whole now completely under their grasp, giving them a veritable factory of superbeings with which they could finally complete their ultimate goal: total conquest of the Universe, Known and Unknown, all the physical space that has ever existed and would ever exist ... and then! ... go even beyond: the conquest of other Universes, expanding their power further and further until the Masters were no more, and instead of Masters there would be only...

God!

And so they chose a Seedmaker who would be more willing to do this strange bidding: go to a far-off planet in the middle of nowhere, “randomly” encounter this female and—a Seedmaker being a Seedmaker—fecundate and impregnate this female with his potent seed, and with the union of this seed and her potent eggs create ... the most potent creature of all! The Holy Grail beyond the Holy Grail that was the Seedtaker: the Ultimate Lifeform! The Perfect Being!

It made too much sense for it to not be true: they lured him out with the promise of freedom and whatnot and sent him away to perform what would actually become his greatest breeding session! His supreme feat of virility! The fact that the planet was so far away made it too perfect: of course they would put a paradise planet in the middle of nowhere! Of course this planet would be located in a galaxy of no importance in a corner of the Universe that wasn’t even known for harboring life at all, far away from all the prying eyes that were always itching to steal away their secrets!

Of course all would have been done in utmost secrecy, for who knows what a rebellious Seedmaker, rare if he may be, could have done with this information if he somehow could get to this planet without the Masters’ knowing? Or a traitorous Seedmaker, perhaps, selling information to the Masters’ enemies, finding a way to steal the Seedtaker and use it to break the Masters’ rule.

He had been brought there to fecundate the woman. To test her. See if her womb is really as viable as was planned, and how viable! An entire planet was at his disposal. An entire isolated planet where he could breed her for however long and how many times it was necessary, having as many offspring as possible, and then allowing the Masters to study each generation of offspring, charting out their performance and collecting other Seedtakers that hopefully would be born out of their relentless copulation.

Incest, naturally, would have been one (major) potential problem they would need to look for and troubleshoot ... but that’s the whole point of it, wasn’t it? That place, that planet, it all existed as a giant, secluded laboratory where the Masters could run as many tests in complete peace, and with all the data they gathered finally begin to perfect their Holy Grail—finally begin to perfect the last missing tool they needed in order to fully conquer the Universe and the Multiverse beyond it! Of course! It was so simple it ... it had to be the truth! How couldn’t have he seen it before??

«That’s why they agreed to send me here with only minimal supervision. That’s why they agreed to come back here after only one month! One month, damn it! HAH!» A lightbulb went on in his head. It joined the other hundreds of lightbulbs that were already shinning like a goddamned sun there. «Oh, would you look at this: one month was all it took for the Seedtaker to find me! Hah! Oh, oh, isn’t that one unimaginable coincidence? Like, what are the fucking odds??»

Wrrrrooooooooooooooom...!!

Somehow, as sensible as all those conclusions felt; as smart and logical as the entire picture looked once he zoomed out and looked at it from a bird’s eye view; as elegantly and neatly as all those many little pieces seemed to fit together ... somehow, none of that mattered when the world around him shook so violently and the puzzle was knocked so brutally out of the table, scattering on the ground all the pieces he’d meticulousy put together, ruining his work, laughing at his labor, and making a mockery of all his assumptions and presumptive “intelligence.” «Oh...!»

Wrrrrrrroooooooooom...!!!*Wrooooooooommm!!!*Wrrrrrrooooooooom...!!!

As the rumbles got loud, too loud, too exceedingly loud, even to his own super ears, the entire structure around him began to shake, and the patient, still so hopelessly tied to that unbreakable bed, could no longer ignore the severe transformations that seemed to be going around him—transformations so deep and intense that even with his eyes shut and his senses greatly suppressed by those many clothes and pieces of equipment, he could sense and feel and see as clearly in his mind as if he were in perfect health, walking around the place to see all its impending doom!

For doom it indeed felt like, and doom of a very specific nature: female doom! Doom brought by the hands and the might of a single female body! That’s what became very clear to him, and that’s what blasted all of his careful thoughts and considerations apart! He paid closer attention to it ... and his heart began to tremble in fear! «What...? What...??» The rumbles were not merely rumbles: they were moa ns! Female moans. Moans of a female much like himself: tall, four-limbed, and potent. Immensely potent! He rarely ascribed “potence” to a female, but that female deserved it: it was a potent, potent, a fucking virile woman who was causing all of those changes, all of those booms, all of those moans ... and he couldn’t delude himself about who exactly this “mysterious” woman was. «It’s her! She’s the one doing this!»

Around him, the beautiful place his hospital bed was located (he pictured a valley surrounded by dense, but non-threatening vegetation) was shaking intensely, as if the entire wider geography was suffering under quite the severe earthquake. The quake, which was long, seemingly unending, and only gaining in power as time went on, was followed by equally intense transformations in the air, in the skies: the blue dome was darkened and the entire valley turned gray, then dark. Really dark! Perhaps not as dark as night, but still dark like the worst tempest you’ve ever been on!

There was no rain, but the man clearly expected a typhoon to arrive at some point. The howling winds, which were now approaching destructive force, ripped many weaker plants off the ground and sent countless decently-sized rocks and stones flying around, crashing against the (metallic) structure of that building and chipping away the wood of the mightier trees as the winds, like the sounds and the earthquake themselves, seemed neverending and only gained strength as the time went on.

In the midst of all this, the sounds were what perplexed him the most: they were groans. Moans! Very natural moans, and not just some generic, random moans any animal would give when injured or just too tired. No: those were moans of an extremely specific nature. A nature he only knew too well. A nature that he was born to understand on an instinctive, genetic level. The nature of women. The nature of pleasure. The nature of pleasuring and breeding infinite women. The nature, in short, of the female orgasm.

«This sound ... these ... t-these moans...!» He gulped and shrank, completely crushed by that revelation. «These are the moans of a woman having the biggest orgasms of her life!» Orgasms he knew so well, after all, because only he was capable of giving them.

Yet the woman was experiencing these orgasms without any other Seedmaker inside. Orgasms, perhaps, that were much more powerful than even the most powerful he himself had struggled to give. Orgasms that far outpassed the capacity of his fingers, the length and power of his tongue, the expertise of his loving lips, and, of course, the godly greatness of pussy-plunging, womb-fertilizing, hip-stretching, waist-bulging cock!

Those orgasms were intense ... and ... and... «They’re only the beginning??»

His body sank on the bed whilst the quakes grew. The howling wind was growing too loud, and outside there was a scramble and a bit of a kerfuffle, with roars and yelps following fast, heavy steps, and two bodies colliding against the walls of that building and the trees and rocks along the way. «The poor animals, » he thought. «I hope they’re alright ... in the middle of all this?»

All this ... what? What?? What the fuck was happening? The patient tried moving, but got frustrated again as he hit that same wall: every time he tried to consciously move, he couldn’t. He was bound there, to that bed, while the female orgasm seemed to take over the world.

Taming his heart, he tried to make the best out of that situation. «What was it that the woman said?» He perused his mind. «She was going away. She was going away to ... masturbate ... at the thought of me.» His heart, unlike his body, broke through its constraints and beat powerfully, BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!, for the pride was swelling hot and the man felt too good with himself. «I believe her words. They were pouring out of her mouth like juice from a pussy. I believe them. She really is that hot for me.» The fact that he needed to contemplate about the matter, oh, it proved just how weak he felt, or how confusing everything was around him.

Things began to fall left and right in the room. Despite carrying the fullness of his weight, his bed began, little by little... creeek! Crrreak! Creeeenk...! To slide on the ground. The trembling had reached disturbing levels. It began to make him question his safety. Loud booms and sudden cracks were heard everywhere. The machines went off like crazy, then one by one began to break and shut down. «Is this ... her masturbation?»

His heart first fell in laughter. «No. Oh, no! Of course it can’t be.» But his body remained silent thereafter: all the more silent as the environment began to break and transform. Cracks were appearing on faraway walls. Cracks on the surface of the tall stones from which the waterfalls fell. Cracks along the solid foundations of that building. Cracks in the mightier woods surrounding it, with the strongest trees slowly being splintered and the stones that aided in their foundations fragilized, gradually compromised.

The sounds boomed into the regions like the orgasms of a goddess. They were: “OOOOOOOOH...!!!” Long, powerful, wet, painful. Like the climax of the most powerful, but also more hopelessly horny woman. “OOOOOAAAAAHHH ... AAAHHHHHH...!!!” They were the height of pleasure of a woman who could maybe crack a planet in half if she stomped her feet a little too hard on the ground, but who was also weak enough to resist the fire and the urges of her fingers inside her twat; fingers shaking, trembling, vibrating, and beating said twat at the thought of a single muscular hunk. “GOOOOOOODD!!!” Eventually, amidst all her howls, came some words and detectable patterns of speech: “OOOOOOOOH, GOOOOOOOODD!!”

The patient’s heart bumped against the titanium bones of his ribcage. She was calling for him! Well, no, of course she wasn’t, but... «It feels like she’s calling for me.»

The moans were decorated with panting. Lots of panting. In between her cries of war and cum came the many desperate gasps for air of a woman who was getting too hot, too horny for her own good. She extracted from her body more orgasms than she could take—and it was starting to undo her! To damn her! To lull her closer and closer to death, like a person losing control of their drugs and becoming an addict, then the addict becoming a corpse.

She was fingering herself (well, at least that’s what he assumed was happening: everything that was happening was indeed being caused by a woman; a single woman! A single woman fingering herself in the middle of the woods! Fuck!) so intensely that her fingering was condemning her mind and body to a very painful, vicious cycle: the more orgasms she dug out of her pussy, the stronger her previous orgasms (which never ended, but only stacked upon one another) became; the stronger her previous orgasms became, the more orgasms she dug out of her pussy; and so on and so forth until... «Until she dies cumming.»

The patient’s heart settled. His entire body ... turned off. His mind was still there, and all his consciousness, yes, but ... at the same time he felt ... a great cooling ... a great cooling everywhere ... like even his heart beasts or his involuntary jolts of fear and anxiety wouldn’t be able to move it an inch from the bed. The giant just ... collapsed there for a while ... thinking about how he knew that pain intimately, that whole conundrum: «Orgasms so powerful you can only keep giving yourself more orgasms, until... »

Until you almost die cumming! It was something he knew profoundly, yes, in a visceral level ... though his memory quite failed to capture why.