It's an odd wiz when you feel the end of existence going on all around you. Helpless. Desperate. Inevitable. My fault.

Entirely my shift. The universe was about to implode. Explode. Evolve. Devolve. Dissolve. Hell, I didn't know. Everything was happening too fast. I had released Resurrection from the physical prison called Lillian Lazarus and now she was devouring the macrocosm, which I now realize isn't that hard if you aren't restricted by Einstein's childish theorems concerning amphetamine of light-colored change of location and meter. Speed of get off isn't all that fast when traveling across the creation. speeding of get off cubed cubed is starting to closer to the f number necessary for nearly instantaneous travelling across time and blank space. A being with mass can not travel like that, but a thinking can. Much faster in fact. Humankind's understand of physics is laughably simple. Time doesn't run in a line of work like a wagon train traveling down a track. Time runs in every direction from every tip of existence until it folds back on itself over and over and over. I knew what Lazarus was doing because she and I were connected on so many planes of world I could see it all for myself. I had a concentrated time differentiating where she began and I left off.
All sprightliness on globe was snuffed out in an minute. The land itself was unmake. So were the solar organisation and the Milky Way galax. As Lazarus spread her thought form throughout time and space, everything she touched became undo, no longer existing except as energy. The vigour itself only remained as a memory of itself. Matter was non-existent. All that remained behind were eddies of free energy that swirled and danced ; wisps of fog and get down representing all of meter and space. Breathtakingly beautiful, it was the face of God. At the Lapp time it was absolutely horrifying. I was nearly catatonic from the repulsion of knowing that I was the legal document of destruction and the bringer of the End of Days. sagaciousness was upon us. sagaciousness was my public figure. discernment was my reasonableness to exist.

It was all too a great deal. I just couldn't take it anymore. In desperation I acted.

"STOP ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"I shouted."JUST STOPPPPPP !"Everything did. Existence stopped. Time stopped. All free energy stopped. But I didn't stoppage. I was still self-aware. You have no estimation how quiet the universe of discourse gets when you suddenly cease literally everything. I expanded my idea until I had all of Lillian Lazarus'resurrection surrounded. With another thought I then compressed her shape until she was the Sami size she had been when I released her from her human being bondage. Just like returning my grandfather back to his earthly body, I returned Lillian to hers. Before I relaxed my clasp on her, I did remove all of her index over time and space and placed them in a metric grain of sand that I cast into a black hole on the far side of the macrocosm."uncovering those, bitch,"I chuckled to myself.

"Ok, resume."The cosmos was back to its noisy vibrant, entropic self. Ahhhhh ! Normal. It only took a intellection to unmake what Lillian had done.

"You did it to me again !"screamed Lillian."Why did you do it AGAIN, Delgado ? WHHHHHHYYYYYY ! ?"Lillian started to sob. individual wrenching shortness of breath that almost tugged at my heart. Almost."God damn YOU !"she screamed."God DAMN you !"

"I don't think He can,"I smiled."At to the lowest degree not without my permission."

"Oh I HATE this part,"she protested. Then she gathered herself and took a tail end. As homo beings go, Lillian Lazarus without the power to end all being was an attractive one. Perpetually 30 year old, her breasts were high and house without the need or confinement of a bra. Her stomach was taut beneath her white silk blouse. The flare of her pelvic girdle in her short-change black designer skirt told of her accomplishment as a lover. Her farsighted leg were toned and encased in shear bootleg stockings with a furrow running perfectly straight from her heals to her ass in the back."Now I have to pass the next several million year searching every blackness jam in the universe for all of my powers again, don't I ?"

"Again ?"

"Dammit Delgado ! You do the same thing every time. You let me get about half the existence unmade and then you do that same damn thing with your thought and we are right back to square one for another age. Oh well, I guess we should get the side by side part over with."She stood up and unzipped the English of her skirt and slipped it down her hips to the floor. Her stockings were attached to a disastrous garter and her twat was swollen with anticipation. She wasn't wearing any scanty. My shaft responded against my wishes. She was a hoot exquisitely looking woman. And if she was the Alpha and I the Omega, then our union was as natural as the land traveling around the sun.

"I'll have to admit, this part makes losing to you every time nearly bearable."She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her house breasts with their dark erect teat. She walked across the room and knelt before me, rubbing her work force on my thigh. As her thumb rubbed over my hardness behind my pant ; my reluctance to have sex with this cleaning woman was dissolving. She had been obscene just moments before and now she was irresistible. I didn't object when she loosened my linen beach pants and let them dismiss to the floor in a puddle around my feet. My cock sprang out, unexclusive by underwear. She swallowed it in one swift gulp, her horn in pressed firmly against my stomach. She milked my dick with her pharynx, driving my pleasure inwardness into overdrive. I grasped the vertebral column of her head and started to fuck her mouth. She accepted my jabbing willingly, the ultimate hammer slut. I could hear her gurgling as the total of saliva built up. I lost control and slammed my cock deep into her throat and started pumping a Brobdingnagian load of cum down into her stomach. This caused her to orgasm as well. She kept my cock deep in her throat, milking it with her pharynx muscles. I was still rock unvoiced when I finally withdrew it. I swept her up and laid her book binding on the couch she had been sitting on before she unmade the universe. I knelt between her legs and guided her heels up to my shoulder. I thrust into her hot duct with a vicious knife thrust. She came with that poking and every other. I pounded away at her, merciless and brutal. She kept climaxing, one piling on the other. We fucked like we invented it. We fucked like only two organism who are destined to be together through eternity could have a go at it. I could find my coming rising and I didn't try to stop it. I was already jarring her hips with every thrust and seeing her boob heave from the unremitting barrage. I let my juices flow, filling her hole and still I pounded away. Now she was slipperiness and so engorged that her cunt scatter open, red and swell up. I thought I could see her heart beats in the throbbing of her labia. I withdrew my gooey rod, still hard as a rail spike. I pressed her ankles closer to her auricle and her ass rolled up to converge my cock. I didn't even dampen her hole before I thrust my twice-spent erection into her rectum. She screamed in pain and pleasure, trying gruelling to accommodate my remaining sexual wants.

I started by fucking her ass. But my cock was beginning to get sore and I picked up the rate until I was reaming her ass out with my shag tool. As I thrust in, my cock pressed against the inside of her pussy obscenely. I could see it forcing her puss around from her anal enclosed space. She gripped the edge of the sofa and threw her head back and bit her bottom lip. But she didn't try to get me to stop. I could tell this was hurting her, but I didn't care. I kept pounding away at her tempestuous red mother fucker until I finally had enough and bathed the inside of her El Salvadoran colon with my final examination burden of cum for the day.

I withdrew my spent rod, amazed at how firm it remained. Lillian Lazarus slowly lowered her stage, carefully keeping her ass from contacting the lounge.

"That just gets better every clip, Sheppard. I just bang that part."She lay there and gulped in nifty quantity of oxygen.

"Now you can ease up me some answers,"I stated with a warning tone.

"Don't concern Shep, I already know all the dubiousness. What I don't get is why you don't remember the answer from one millenary to the side by side. And why do you go through the whole life and death rhythm time after prison term ? Aren't you tired of always growing old and dying ? It's got to be getting old."She could see the perplex expression on my face.

"No Shep, you are not THE God. You're not even A god. You are the corporal manifestation of a universal energy germ. You are a tool of God, just like I am. You and about two hundred former beings throughout the universe. You exist for a 1 determination, to impart about the end of existence and the founding of a new universe."
I still must have looked dense.

"You are the BIG eruption, you transcendental idiot !"She shook her fountainhead."And no, the Big strike did not create the universe. The Big clap Book of Judges the universe, and then the Big Bang allows the cosmos to exist. Again. And then I spend a million timelessness trying to undo it. It's what we do. Why do you hold back coming back as a man ? And why do you keep chasing that same human miss ?"

"What does Ellie experience to do with all this ?"I asked. Ellie was the girlfriend I loved with all my heart. I would move the nirvana and earth for her. Apparently I just did.

"I don't know, Shep. You are the one that lives Lapplander single lifetime over and over so that you two can always be together, metre and time again. It's so sad and desperate really."

I shook my head, it was all too practically to learn in at once.

"Seriously Shep, following time you should add up back as a Buddhist and spend a lifetime or two contemplating your purpose in the being of God. You remember there is no man God, right ? God is a deity of human being construct to allow primitive person people to have some higher power to cling to. It gives them something stable to establish their notion on until they can reach the next level of evolution. Human beings have as a lot agreement of God as an amoeba understands rocket science.

I was seriously considering ending her existence right wing then and there.

"Delgado, you can't demolish me any more than you can destruct yourself. If you remove this soundbox from existence, my ethereal figure can digress around the universe until I find that damn black hole you threw my superpower in. If you leave me in this consistency, I will cause to wait until if finally decays sufficiency to release me. Either way, in a million long time or so we will be right back where we started. Meanwhile, you and Ellie are going to raise nestling and live a life story of passion and fulfillment. Then you will die and be reborn and start out all over. Over and over and over and over. In a million twelvemonth or a billion or a trillion, we will dance this dance again. Why don't you remember this ? It's in your power to remember it. It's in your power to see when we will do this all over again."

"Are you saying we are trapped in an innumerous loop ?"

"No, not yet. It's only been a hundred millenary since the last unmaking. This is the Seventh Age. We were about to embark on the eighth, but you interrupted. Again. Ever since you took a human phase and met that Ellie Windstrom, you've been reliving the same life history over and over."

"Could Ellie and I be together in the one-eighth Age ?"

"The Age of Atonement ? No. It wouldn't be possible."

"Why wouldn't it be possible ? Aren't all thing potential ?"

"My dear Sheppard, you lovely fallible creature. It wouldn't be possible because we won't BE any more than. goose egg will."

"If we are going to finish to exist, why would I want to ever allow the Age of expiation ?"

"I didn't say we would give up to survive. I said we won't BE. There are rules that apply, even to God. One of the big ones is that no matter how disconnected things become, they still have to exist. But in the Age of Atonement, there will be no breakup between anything. Not matter, not energy, not emotion, not life or death, awareness and ignorance. Not even time. We will all get of God. Everything will return to the creator."

"And then what ?"

"Then ? Who knows ? God doesn't know, I'm sure. Maybe a never ending cosmic climax. Maybe just a few billion twelvemonth of being blissfully unaware. Maybe in half a second we all burst Forth to do it all over. That's the proficient voice, the not knowing."

"So we could all just be bushed and we would never live ?"

"No that's not how it works. When a human being dies, the lifetime vigor, the mortal lives on. The atom that make up the molecules remain. The energy that makes up the atoms lives on. It just becomes to a greater extent diffuse. Then it all comes together again in another form and it all starts over."

"You seem to know a lot….."I began. She looked at me like she knew a trick question was coming."So what was here before God ?"

"Nothing. Everything."

"Can you give me a consecutive solvent ?"

"God IS. When there is zero, God IS. When there is everything. God IS. It's that simple."

"Ok, that's enough."While we were talking I was fully aware of our nudity. Lillian was a damn fine woman and I found that saving the universe and reversing the Revelation had made me quite horny again. Lillian took notice. She rolled off the couch and knee-walked around until she was between my thighs. She dropped her rima oris over my cock and took it all the way to the dorsum of her throat in a exclusive gulp. She bobbed her promontory just enough for the head of my cock to inscribe her throat and then out enough so that she could breathe through her pry. I squeezed my knees together enough to feel the warmth of her house breast on the inside of my ramification. She diddlyshit hammered my hammer until I was just ready to cum then she squeezed off the base of my cock with her hand and pulled her mouth of with a wet pop. I ached from the freighter of my balls to the head of my cock as my coming had nowhere to go. Lillian stood up and straddled my leg, first one and then the early. She guided my sopping wet cock into her equally damp pussy and slowly lowered herself. She leaned back, putting her hands on my knee and arching her back so that I could easily see my dick disappearing into her sex as she rode me. She was slick from the sooner cum in her quim and she was blistering than hell. It was glorious ! I grabbed her around the shank and helped her pick up the pace. In a few minutes I was ready to blast my ballast into her hold, but she put another expiry clench on my turncock and thwarted me yet again.

"What the hell, Lillian ?"

"This will be the last clip for a millenary, Sheppard. I want to produce it last."

"How can you be so trusted ?"

She cupped my face with both of her hands and gave me a deep kiss."Because loverboy, after this I will be pregnant again and you will be your own keen, great, great, bang-up grandfather. It's how our lot work. In a couple million yr we meet again and try to end the world. It's what we do."

She lowered her cunt onto my tool yet again and this time she fucked me with a aim. Twice cut off, I was in full moon boil in no prison term. I locked my hands to her pelvis and started pounding up into her cunt as she hammered down onto my pelvis. She wasn't going to get away this metre. Her orgasm matched mine in both intensity and length. We flooded each other with our cancel succus. I was totally played out. I didn't protestation when Lillian collapsed against me, breasts heaving with each gasping breath. I could feel her cunt quivering around my shaft, milking the last drops of cum and pulling them profoundly. I knew her boast that I was my own ancestor was no boast. It made sense in a perverse, the existence is fucked up and God has a warped gumption of bodily fluid, sort of way.

When I was fully rested, I rolled Lillian off of me and pulled on my pants and shirt and wandered away. I returned to my Ellie's side and never left it again for the rest of our lives. Or the next. Or the next. For a million lifetimes we would be born, find each former, Fall in making love, live our lives, die and do it again. In the meanwhile, Lillian Lazarus would search every pitch-black hole in the sky until she found her office again. I could wait.

Forever, if I could. For as long as Ellie loved me and I loved Ellie, the creation would never be unmade .