Prelude

When the tribe had settled and the whispering trees could again be heard under the moonlight, the Eldress scratched together a fistful of dirt and held it out for all to see.

"Some say that we of the first village did not spring from this earth. They say that the people of the other villages, who live far away, also did not spring from this earth." The Eldress squeezed her hand together tightly. "Our ancestors, these truthful ones say, were great and powerful, not small and foolish as we are. By their words, our Mothers and Fathers were not born of this earth, but the earth was born of them." She slowly opened her hand, revealing the perfectly formed figure of a woman, wide in the bust and hips.

The Eldress clenched her hand together again and held it high for all to see, then brought her hand down and tucked it under her robe. She rocked back and forth, eyes closed, moaning faintly. Dusky thighs glimmered in the shaking torch light, then glowed from a new fire. The ancient Mother thrust her hand out to the wide-eyed faces before her. A red hot coal blazed on the outstretched palm.

"The earth's Mother gave birth not only to this place," she said, sweeping her other arm around to encompass the village, "but also to the sun and to the moon we see tonight, and to the other worlds circling about the sun. The earth is not our Mother, but a sister; and the sun not our Father, but a brother."

"Our true Mothers and Fathers came here through the vast darkness between the stars in a great vessel. Our ancestors, and the ancestors of all the other villages, were as lustful as we are. The old phrase "randy as the lord," is right. Out of their carnal desire, our first Mothers and Fathers created not only our distant families, and the families of others like us, but also made the sun that burns in our sky, made this planet with its oceans and islands, and made all the other worlds we visit. So it is said by a wise few."

Creation

Four hundred days after it left orbit around its home world, the hollowed out asteroid known to its inhabitants as the starship Aracadia attained a velocity of 0.999 of the speed of light, and her engines guttered into silence. Another eighty-nine thousand, four hundred and twenty-one days after that, the engines re-ignited for the four hundred day deceleration. Three hundred and ninety three days into the burn, the six crew members of the starship began to awake from their two and a half century sleep.

One by one, the star travelers emerged from the interior of the planetoid. Half asleep and still caught in the shreds of their sleep cocoons, they climbed up into the crystalline dome with only the scattered stars to light their way. They tossed themselves down on the cold dirt ground and hurried back to sleep. Above them, a multitude of stars glittered through the perfectly transparent dome. A soothing rumble welled up from the ship's engines, incessantly pushing against the ship's tremendous forward momentum.

Like the shards of glass in a turning kaleidoscope, the stars silently fell from one pattern to another, tracing out and erasing hundreds of new constellations. Time passed. The dome filled with the warm scent of slow rhythmic breathing, fighting the chill of this crystalline blister swelling into the hard vacuum of interstellar space. Near the dome's zenith, an awake eye would now have been able to trace the figure of a young man, his legs caught in virile mid stride. Next to him, a woman emerged, tall, broad-shouldered, the nipples of her breasts signaled by the banked fires of two glowing red giants.

The six space travelers awoke. For years they had journeyed across the infinite womb of space, and now it was time. First, they needed a sun. Aron tossed the filaments of his cocoon aside, desire quickening in him. He stood. Across the cold expanse Celaine's long golden hair tumbled down a pale shoulder and across rocks silvery in the starlight. Emerald eyes opened on Aron's form silhouetted against the horizon. The silhouette grew until it blocked half the sky and then knelt beside her.

Aron's strong hands parted the soft remnants of her centuries old bedding, uncovering her breasts. She grasped him to her and took the measure of his muscular back in one long caress, then with a shrug of the hips completely exposed herself. Gathering his face in her hands, she pushed him down and under, lifting her belly to meet his mouth. His sigh stirred the dry grass between her legs with a warm wet breeze. Sweet flesh parted, and his tongue met the nectar that welled up from inside, and pressed onward, gently searching for its source. Finding it, he teased that secret place into showing itself to the stars bending low over them. He held the swollen lips open, one loving hand on each side, and drank deeply of the joy that engulfed her.

When his mouth was full, he raised his eyes and kissed her on the mouth. She pulled hungrily at him until his lips yielded and her essence spilled out of him and returned to her. Between her thighs his penis nuzzled her impatiently. Throwing her legs around him, she pulled him in and squeezed hard. He cried out in delicious agony. Three quick short thrusts and he burst inside of her, pungent semen overflowing her womb and rolling out and down her thighs.

They rested, still entwined in each others' arms, delicate starlight trembling on their moist bodies. She dozed, but was soon awakened by a new stirring in her belly. She took Aron's hand and pressed it to her. He too felt the stirring. He cradled her head in his arms and held her close. The others awoke, and gathered around the couple, four more silhouettes low against the horizon where the ground and dome embraced. The ship's engines fell silent, and the stars' slow dance glided to a rest.

Celaine's belly ripened and grew, filling out to an enormous tight bulge, larger than seemed possible. She was on fire, and Aron could not hold his hands to her belly for the heat. Loran approached out of the darkness, her dusky skin and black hair making her nearly invisible under the stars. She handed Aron a damp cloth, and he caressed his lover gently with it, whispering words of comfort as he lay along side her.

Only a few moments elapsed before Celaine felt the fire inside her flare up, pressing out against her insides. She opened her legs wide, urging the blaze out of her womb. Loran squeezed her hand as Aron covered her face with kisses. The infinite darkness was suddenly broken by a golden radiance emanating from between her legs. The stars faded, and four long shadows sprung away from the vanishing silhouettes crouched before her and raced across the ground to the crystalline dome.

The radiance grew brighter and brighter until eyes seared and had to turn away. With a last push the new-born sun burst out into the air, fierce in its infancy, nuclear fires roaring in joy. All darkness and death and oblivion fled as the incandescent orb sprang from the glowing birth canal. Magnificent yellow light leapt out into the universe, a new beacon in the void.

The others gathered closer. They gazed down into the fireball that had sprung up out of their friends' coupling. Celaine's muscular thighs cradled the star, its photosphere pressing tenderly against her mound. The dancing corona extended outward, a hot dry solar wind sweeping over the lovers' bodies. The new sun rose, buoyed upwards on the convection currents it itself had set in motion. Higher and higher it soared, until it hung high above them under the arch of the starship's dome.

Celaine turned to Loran.

"We have a sun. Now we need a world."

Loran reached for Myrn, and found him, erect and impatient for her. She grasped him roughly with one hand, cradling his testicles with the other. Her mouth came down over him, taking him deep inside. The now glistening shaft emerging into the sunlight as she pulled her up, then disappeared again as she sucked deeply on his body, willing up out of his fullness a warm wet world that would shine blue and green and white in the orbit of their new sun.

He moaned, his loins about to boil over. She thrust him to the floor and clambered astride, guiding him into her body. Her wetness closed around him and she came, unleashing her own pent-up desire and longing. Now his pleasure broke, and she felt the hot licks of his seed against her womb. Their new world indeed would be warm and wet and blue.

Her five companions huddled close around her for the birth. The brilliant light of Celaine's newborn had hidden that delivery from them, and now they crowded in close to witness and marvel. Not fire, but a cool heavy wetness filled Loran's brown belly. Anka knelt between Loran's thighs, pulling aside the lips still thick with lovemaking.

"Oh," said Anka, as her friend's flesh parted slightly to reveal a deep azure bubble pressing outward. It grew, shouldering aside the purple tissues. Soon a spring of clear warm water opened up from her vagina. It started as a small trickle, running down to pool under her buttocks, and then gushed noisily, white with turbulence, a river urging the new world out into the open. Water cascaded across the ground and swirled down the portals into the ship. The star travelers cupped their hands in it, laughing and drinking and splashing themselves.

The blue world grew large between its mother's legs. First a small continent afloat in a blue-green sea appeared, then an entire watery hemisphere dotted with islands. With a rush of water the ball slipped completely free, and bounced away spinning on the swell. The new planet floated down the river toward a precipice, but the golden sun swooped down and carried it out of danger.

The river flood diminished, then stopped, Loran's gaping wet orifice closing reluctantly. Loran and Celaine embraced together on the floor, entwining legs and arms and lips as the blue planet traced its first orbits around the hovering sun.

The others capered about laughing and hugging, calling wildly to the solar system in motion above them. Roused by the orgy of creation, the men's penises grew stiff and erect, jerking upward at the spinning blue and gold above. The three linked arms and danced in a ragged circle. Bodies and penises rubbed together, slippery with the birth water and sweat and man fluid. Hands reached for each other in masculine pleasure. The three came together and pulsating streams of ghostly white sperm shot upward like liquid fireworks. The sun wrapped a million sperm into eccentric orbits around itself, with perigees grazing the heat and apogees far into the cold of space.

After the others had fallen asleep, Anka and her mate created a second planet for their new system. It was a red and pink world of lakes and rivers, girdled by translucent green rings. Later, as the first dawn tinted the sky pink, the others awoke and bemoaned missing the birth of this ringed planet.

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