Rise of the Godking

Daneel didn't know how long he slept. All he was aware of that his dreams once again veered towards his fondest memories, and the pangs of loss that accompanied them.

This time, whether by coincidence or fate, he found himself dreaming of the intimate moments he had shared with both of his wives. They were some of the most blissful memories of his past, made up of nothing but pure joy, standing at the highest peak of happiness that he had ever known.

Even during the dream, he was aware of the fact that he was going to be mooning over them long after he woke up. But towards the end, just when he started to get aware of consciousness returning to him… something felt off.

For one thing, the physical sensations he had been reliving seemed much more real, as if they had somehow entered the real world from his mind. For another, he realized that his body had already been reacting to them intently when he had been in the dream world, automatically going through the motions he was familiar with.

He wasn't able to stop them even after becoming aware, though. Instead, he got caught up in them more and more, losing himself in the sensations of being embraced, being kissed, having his skin and even his upright friend played with.

With each second, though, the disconcerting feeling grew. He also started to notice more of the things that were wrong.

For instance, in his mind's eye, the one on top of him was Eloise, the woman who was gentle, yet firm to the rest of the world but a tigress in bed. He used to fight with her to see who would kiss the other more, who would rake the thirst that they felt and make them hunger for the sweet ecstasy of penetration. Yet, he remembered vividly how her body was curvy and soft with hard muscle beneath due to her training, but here, the one he was holding was scrawny, with their bones almost poking out of their body.

There were also many wounds all over her body. Her lips had a cut on them that rubbed against his in a fashion that wasn't unpleasant, at all, and her hands were extremely rough, like that of someone used to hard work.

They were completely lost in the throes of their passion, exploring each and every inch of each other's bodies with a determination that could not be stopped. The woman grunted and whispered things he couldn't understand in time with his heavy breathing, and incredibly, his eyes were still closed, clinging to the dream that refused to leave.

A small part of him was the only one that kept urging his consciousness to fully awaken so that he could see the truth, but it kept getting beaten down, again and again, due to how…incredible it felt.

Only, this small part had slowly been getting stronger, and finally, at the moment before Daneel was about to enter the woman on top, it shouted at him, and he snapped his eyes open to find an unfamiliar face.

"AH!"

Daneel noticed that he was naked, too. Both of their clothes were strewn across the room, on the chair, over the bookcases, and on the large table in the middle. When he was looking at them, she managed to get near, and as soon as she touched him, his organ throbbed, making his eyes flutter as the temptation to just close them and continue the dream assaulted him with absurd strength.

Thankfully, with the full might of his consciousness roused, it wasn't too hard to shove it aside, especially after recalling the faces of his wives, once again, and knowing that it would be unfaithful to go ahead no matter how enticing it was. That didn't mean that he wanted to do such a thing, either. Circumstances had just pushed him into this juncture, but at the right moment, he had managed to avoid that act that would definitely have filled him with shame.

It also didn't mean that he was explicitly tied to the women who had given him their hearts, though. They had had many conversations where both Eloise and Xuan had joked about how they wouldn't mind having more sisters, at all, and sometimes, he had been able to tell that they were truly of the opinion that his future might lead him to taking even more wives.

He was completely averse to the idea, though. Just the act of taking two wives had been something that seemed extremely sacrilegious, and if it weren't for the fact that he loved them equally, he would never even have thought about it.

Halting the line of thought that was getting stranger by the second, Daneel looked up to see that his continued noncooperation had finally angered the woman. She was glaring at him with red-hot eyes, her teeth bared into a rictus charged with frustration and her hands folded, shaking with unconcealed fury.

"What is wrong with you?"

She hurled the question at him while he looked at her, really looked at her for the first time. All those things he had noticed hadn't been wrong: her body really was filled with wounds, and she really was extremely scrawny. Her breasts were barely the size of small cups, peeking out of a lean body that seemed to have only just begun to be fed properly.

Recognition also came a moment later. He had seen her before; she was the one who had been about to be hanged on that day when he arrived to deliver justice to the nobles who had gathered, and after that, he remembered her mooning over him wherever he went. He hadn't really given her any attention, though, thinking that it was a phase, but obviously…he had been wrong.

He looked to the door which was closed and asked, "How did you get in here?"

A faint coloring in her cheeks made him understand that he might have asked the right question. Averting her gaze, she half turned her body and said, "I sneaked in, of course. I wanted to talk to you, to tell you how much I admired everything you're doing… but when I came in, your dick was hard, and you were moaning as if you were having a wet dream. It's been a long time since I was held by anyone, so… still, you are the one who kissed me, first! I just responded, after that!"

It was Daneel's turn to blush, now. He coughed, not knowing what to say, as the blame was on him, too. If he was just a 16-year-old, he would have had no option but to give in to the embarrassment and make a fool of himself… but he was more than that, so he settled his thoughts and spoke in a clear tone.

"Look… Coraline, wasn't it? I'm sorry. I cannot explain why, but we can't go on. I'm truly sorry about what I did. I was dreaming about something, and I think I mistook you for someone else."

With each word he said, her anger seemed to be growing by octaves. When he was done, she threw her hands in the air and shouted, "Fine! It wasn't as if I would have given in and thrown myself at you if you had asked me to, either! It's your loss! Suit yourself! I hear blue balls are really pleasant this time of the year!"

Bewildered, he raised his hand, knowing that he should say something but being stymied once again as to what it was. He wasn't able to stop her when she opened the large doors and went outside, before walking back in with an even redder face.

Shooting a warning glance in his direction that said that he could laugh at the cost of his life, she got dressed. She was wearing a simple pair of men's clothes, but they fit her well, and for the first time, Daneel saw that she had long, pretty hair and a certain hardness to her eyes and face that wasn't unpleasant to look at, at all.

With another glare, she stalked out, and he shook his head to get rid of these thoughts. Doing that made it go back to those memories of his wives… but he tried to get rid of them, too.

He was tugging on his pants when Reese ducked into the room with a playful smile on his face.

"Had fun?" He asked, making Daneel glare at him and get a slight suspicion.

"Did you let her in?"

Reese cleared his throat and delivered the answer in a manner that made it clearer than if he had said it out loud. Finally breaking under Daneel's gaze, he said, "Yeah… she was trying to be sneaky, but I spotted her and her intentions easily enough. I cleared out the workers nearby so that she had an uninterrupted route. I just thought that you deserved some love! You did save her life, you know. She's not even the only one who wants to show gratitude in this manner!"

Daneel wrinkled his nose. Pursing his lips so tightly that they turned into a thin line, he finished wearing his clothes and said, "I didn't save them for anything of this manner. If they want to show gratitude, they can just work on making the town better for all of us. Don't repeat this."

Reese frowned, but nodded. Daneel knew the reason behind his confusion; as a teenage boy, ordinarily, he should have more than happily given in to such things and enjoyed them to the fullest. Even though he tried, he found no explanation for why he was uninterested, so he just gave up and said, "Let's go check on the town."

As if having just remembered something, Reese slapped his forehead and said, "Oh, yes! That wasn't why I came here. The outsider's done counting and making his estimations. He was ready to come to you, but I asked him to wait in the interrogation room, again, for maximum effect."

Raising an eyebrow, Daneel nodded. Taking a moment, he went through everything that had happened before he fainted… and felt a surge of exhilaration pass through him as he remembered his breakthrough.

Even though Reese was present, he was really, really tempted to pick up the crystal lying nearby and cast a spell, again. Magic was like a drug, after all. The more one used it, the more one would crave for the power it gave them, the sheer elation that accompanied the act creating something out of nothing or performing feats worthy of gods being so strong that whether awake or asleep, one would dream of it, long for it, live for it.

There were also many other things that he needed to discover. For instance, these crystals were different from the Energy sources he remembered. They seemed more potent, somehow, and he wanted to see how that connected to the concept of particles he had figured out, but clearly, they would have to wait.

The town was the first priority. So, telling himself that he would get right on it as soon as he could, he said, "Lead the way."