The Garden [MF20s?] [Fantasy/Supernatural]

I awoke in darkness.

There was sound, though- a rushing, a roaring, a humming. It seemed to change as I listened to it, evading all attempts to nail down what I was hearing. A soft steady rain. Voices in a crowded room. Wind in trees. Traffic on a busy road a block away.

For a moment even my sense of my own body felt fuzzy and uncertain, but as I put my attention on it it came back into focus. Arms, legs, hands, feet. I flexed my fingers and toes; everything seemed to be working as it should.

I spoke aloud, mostly to see if I could:

“There should be light.”

And there was.

A soft white glow came from everywhere and nowhere. There wasn’t much to see, though. My own body, but aside from that just a blank void, without even enough depth to tell how far it stretched. If that even meant anything in this place. It was disconcerting to realize I wasn’t even sure if I was standing on something or just floating in space.

Had I made the light happen? Or was it a coincidence? Or was someone or something watching me and responding to what I asked for?

*Here goes nothing.*

I visualized a floor under me. Make it a darker color so I could see it clearly and distinct from the glow. Spread it in every direction as far as the eye could see. I concentrated, willing this place to shape itself as I wanted.

I opened my eyes and it had. The floor was there, just as I envisioned it. I took a few steps. The sound had receded some, and I could hear my feet on the floor. It was hard and smooth under my feet, like stone polished perfectly flat. I hadn’t consciously chosen all those details, but they felt right. At least for now. If this place really did bend to my will, how far could I take it?

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I wasn’t sure how long I’d been here, or if time even meant anything in this place. There wasn’t any obvious way to track it, and so far I hadn’t cared enough to make a clock. Instead, I’d made a paradise.

I started simple, reshaping the floor into earth, adding a pool of water and a stream flowing into it. Then plants. Creating life felt like it should have been momentous but it was as quick and easy as everything else. Grass to start with, then trees and flowers. I copied some types I remembered, then played around with new ones never seen on Earth. I didn’t seem to get hungry here, but I made fruit to eat for the pleasure of it. I swam in the pond and walked through the trees, conjuring breezes or soft showers of warm rain as the urge struck me.

By now my power felt comfortable and instinctual as I started making animals. First some butterflies, and bumblebees without stingers. I made some cats and dogs as cute and affectionate as any I’d seen on Earth, then screwed around with some monkeys and some funky little lizards.

But despite their company, I found I was getting lonely. And, to be blunt, horny. After all, I thought, with how wonderful this place was, wouldn’t it be right to share it with someone? And if I was going to make a person, it only made sense to make it someone who I would like and who would like me.

As I had with the animals I kept her suspended while I worked. The idea of her being alive and conscious as a work in progress was… unpleasant.

I sculpted her on the tall side, just a couple inches shorter than me. Long black hair, down past her waist. Generous curves, but not such a narrow waist as to stretch credulity or the bounds of conventional physiology. Pale white skin, perfectly even and unblemished. I didn’t want to overdo the breast size- cartoonishly large tits aren’t really my cup of tea- but I did make them fairly large. And in terms of perkiness I may have cheated physics a little bit.

Personality was the nerve-wracking part. The cats and dogs seemed just as I wanted as far as I can tell, but there was so much subtlety I could be missing when they couldn’t talk. But having gone this far I wasn’t about to chicken out. I closed my eyes and focused.

Intelligent and kind, of course. Energetic. High sex drive, with a special preference for precisely my body type and features. While I was at it I made her bisexual, sharing my same taste in women. If nothing else she could appreciate how gorgeous I’d made her. I did make sure to give her a fair amount of independence. Even aside from any ethical qualms I didn’t want her clingy or needing my attention more often than I felt like giving it. I also gave her some basic knowledge: no specific memories, but the sort of instincts and intuition an adult would have. I wasn’t looking to raise a child.

That seemed like everything, and if I dithered too long I worried I might lose my nerve. Standing in front of her I took her hands in mine and willed her awake as I spoke.

“Hello Eve.”

Deep blue eyes opened staring into mine. A hesitant smile spread across her face and I was smiling back before I even thought about it.

“You can call me God,” I said. “I made this garden, and I made you so that we could make each other happy.”

Her smile was wider now and my heart was melting. Part of me felt silly to be so affected when I had just made her this way, but a girl this beautiful looking at me like that… damn.

“I- thank you,” she said. “That sounds… nice. How can I make you happy?”

Her chest moved as she breathed and a slight flush spread down her skin, her eyes staring eagerly into mine.

“Well…” I swallowed. I knew what I wanted and I knew what she wanted and I certainly hadn’t given her any stupid hangups in that department. No sense beating around the bush. “I was thinking we could… touch each other in ways that feel good. Play with each other’s bodies, and see where the urge takes us. But to start with, I want to kiss you.”

Her smile was radiant. She squeezed my hands, still holding hers. I took a half step forward to close the distance between us and she leaned into me as our lips met.

I felt the softness of her lips, the warmth coming off her body, a slight trembling in her hands. I wanted to devour her, to wrap myself around her, to shove my tongue down her through and my cock up her other end and do everything at once. But I held myself back. We had all the time in the world and I wanted to do this right.

I held the kiss a moment longer then pulled back a few inches. She had been hesitant at first but over the brief seconds we were in contact I had felt her start to press more eagerly. She was breathing heavily and the motion of her chest was a sight to see but I could hardly look away from her eyes- the joy and desire I saw there was entrancing.

“That was wonderful,” she said. “Could we do it again?”

I smiled wider. Letting go of her hands I took her by the hips, pulling her against me as I leaned in for another kiss. I felt the warmth of her, felt the softness of her breasts pressed against my chest and felt my hard cock pressed against her stomach as it was pinned between us. She gave a little moan of surprise and pleasure as I kissed her more forcefully this time. Before long she rose to match me, her tongue dancing with mine.

I slid my hands up and down her sides, luxuriating in the feel of her soft smooth skin. She had her arms up around my shoulders now and she held me tight, pulling herself against me all along our bodies. I slid my right hand down, grasping the delicious curve of her ass, enjoying the feel of it and the soft moan she gave as I did so.

I broke the kiss again to catch my breath. I ran my hands up her body, stroking her stomach before cupping her exquisite breasts, squeezing gently. She gasped as I ran my thumbs back and forth over her hardened nipples, then moaned as I gave one a light pinch.

I kissed the corner of her jaw, then down her neck until I was exploring her cleavage with my mouth, kissing and nibbling as I went, sucking on one nipple then the other.

“Oh God,” she moaned, “that feels so good…”

Her appreciative noises continued, one of her hands running through my hair, her hips thrusting against me. Our legs had become entangled so she was straddling my right thigh. I pushed it up into her and felt the heat and wetness between her legs as she squeezed them around me, eager for as much of my touch as she could get.

I moved back up to kiss her again and as I did it ran my hands up and down her back, enjoying the smooth softness of her skin, and the warmth and firmness of the flesh beneath, all so perfect and all so happily offered to me. Finally I reached a hand back around to her stomach and as I slid it lower I pulled back from her lips just a fraction, keeping our foreheads pressed together, and from inches away I watched her face as my hand reached her slit.

She gasped, closing her eyes to focus on the sensation as I ran my fingers lightly over the outside of her lips, then ever so gently pressing between them. She tried to press herself harder against my fingers but I kept the same distance, teasing her just a bit before sliding the first finger a little ways into her tight wet entrance. She moaned. I kissed her again and the response was still eager but I could tell she was distracted.

I stroked her for a short while, seeing her excitement build. Then I willed a bed into being behind her and gently pushed her back down onto it. I spent a little more time enjoying her breasts from this new angle, squeezing them and teasing her nipples with fingers and lips. I spread her legs and stroked the soft skin of her inner thighs.

She looked up at me, her mouth slightly open, need in her eyes. “Please! Oh God, please touch me more it feels so good-!”

I sank to my knees in front of her and brought my tongue to meet the gleaming wetness of her spread pussy. She gasped as I made contact, and I drank in her moans and the twitches of her body as I pleasured her, dancing my tongue up and down her folds and around her clit. It didn’t take long to bring her to the edge. I held her there for a short moment then brought her over, enjoying the ecstasy in her voice and her body.

Raising myself up I looked down at Eve as we both caught our breath. I admired the rise and fall of her chest, the way her long hair was spread out behind her head, the pink protrusion of her nipples, the peace and joy of her face with her eyes closed to savor the sensations.. She was perfect and she was mine. For a little while more I idly stroked her legs and her sides, appreciating the view and the moment. But my cock was almost painfully hard and I wasn’t about to leave it at that.

“You liked that a lot, huh?” I asked. Those blue eyes opened and turned on me adoringly and she gave a little nod.

“You’ve been doing wonderfully. I think we’re almost ready for the best part.” I shifted to rest my cock on her upper thigh. I told her, “I’m going to put this inside you, okay? It’ll maybe be a little tight at first but I think you’ll love it.” I smiled. “I know I will.”

She bit her lip and looked back and forth between my face and my cock. “Yes, please,” she said, uncertain but brave. “I- I want it so much!”

I teased her with the tip, rubbing it up and down around her entrance. She squirmed under my touch, first pulling away a fraction then thrusting herself towards me. I pushed inside and she was tight but so, so wet. Looking down at her I could see the lust on her face, and hear her gasping as I plunged deeper bit by bit.

She was lost in pleasure now, gasping for breath between moans, thrusting herself up to meet my strokes. The bouncing of her breasts under the pounding I was giving her caught my eye, and I reached to squeeze one in my hand. As I did I could feel the reaction in the tight grip the inside of her pussy had on me. I could tell she was reaching her climax, and I wasn’t far behind.

I pounded into her as she cried out in ecstasy, her legs shook, and her cunt gushed even wetter than before. I saw how perfect she was, how much she wanted me, and it was good. The flood of my orgasm mounted to the tipping point, and poured out of me thrust by thrust, into her beautiful soft deliciously curved body.

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I lay against her for a while as we caught our breath and gathered our wits, idly stroking her skin and enjoying the moment.

“That was wonderful, Eve. Did you enjoy getting fucked?”

She opened her eyes and turned her smile on me once again. “Oh yes God, I… don’t really have the words but… I feel like it was everything I could ever want.”

I kissed her deeply.

Then I stood.

“I’m going to give you some time by yourself now, Eve. I made this garden and I think you’ll like it. Feel free to explore, have a good time, and I’ll come back and see you again soon.”

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