A Timeless Place

Cain felt strange, as if he were both weightless and numb at the same time. He could not open his eyes, but could somehow sense the nothingness surrounding him. Cain's thoughts were blurry, and he couldn't seem to arrange them. Yet as he drift through the void, pain started to assail his head despite the lack of sensation.

As Cain writhed in pain, several dozen beams, each a myriad of colors, left his forehead to form a multicolored sphere. Said sphere was glowing brilliantly, and as Cain's consciousness began to fade, he saw the birth of a new universe. Once he had fallen asleep, the shining orb seemed to focus on him, and it spoke.

"I will make the worlds you love so much, and watch as you enjoy them, my Master."

•••Eons Later•••

Cain slowly blinked himself awake, only to notice that he was staring up at a clear blue sky. When he tried to rise, a pair of soft hands gently pressed his shoulder's back down. Cain, surprised, looked up at the perpetrator only to see an astoundingly beautiful young woman.

She had pale yet smooth skin and ebony hair, with a perfectly sculpted face and tantalizing purple eyes. She lifted Cain's head before hugging it to her large breasts, pulling one hand down to touch her perky buttocks. The thin sleeveless black dress she wore made her even more alluring to look at.

Cain pushed himself out of her grasp and drank the sight in, hourglass figure, unsurpassed beauty, and an air of yearning about her. He looked down at his hand which grouped her rear and back to her. Cain's body was screaming at him to push the girl down, strip and dominate her, which he was barely resisting. Pulling himself together, Cain finally found his voice.

"W-who are You?" he managed to cough out, heat rising in his body.

"I'm whoever you want me to be, Master. As for a name, I never saw fit to get one from anyone but You." the young woman with a loving smile.

Her actions made it insanely difficult for Cain to stop himself, each second taking more effort than the last. In order to take his mind off the fact she called him master, he began focusing on a name.

"How about... Lyria?" Cain said after going through a number of names to fit the beauty before him.

"YES!!!" Lyria shouted, diving into Cain's arms. "Thank you so much Master! I've been waiting for so long for you to give me a name! I won't let anyone but Master call me it!"

•••A few minutes later•••

Cain sighed as he finally convinced the enigmatic Lyria to let others call her by her name, on the condition that he calls her Lyr. After being called in such a fashion, Lyria blushed and kissed Cain on the cheek, renewing the carnal desires the young man had subdued while speaking with her.

"Calm down! With you acting like this I can't finish putting my thoughts together..." Cain groaned, looking down at the lovely lady next to him.

Taking a moment to breathe, Cain began to ask the other questions lingering in his mind. His inquiries were about where they were, how he got there, why Lyria called him master and so forth. To which Lyr's answers were astonishing.

They were inside a multiverse made entirely through the power of Cain's imagination, each granule of matter brought into reality through his ideas. As to how he got there, Cain had died. Lyr did not know how, as she was created after Cain's demise to use his power to create the world, or in this case worlds, of his dreams. Lyria called Cain as her master for that was what he was, and over time she had fallen head over heels for her creator after exploring the wonders of his creativity time and time again. Even her current body was designed after extensive research into what form would please her master the most. With these revelations over, Cain mulled over the information.

"In that case," he said, "Lets explore these worlds of mine, no?"