Afterlewd: Re-Awakening

NOTE: This story is a follow-up to Metafucktional Miracle. Please read that first.

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Her eyes snapped open and with a gasp, she emerged into the world. She found herself on a large bed in a modest apartment in the suburbs. Her eyes flared a brilliant gold and her hair shifted to silver-white as an ineffable energy and savage arousal surged through her being. She was overcome with a sudden intuition that made her aware of… everything.

 

But following up on that intuition would have to wait. She had to take care of herself, right now, and she had to do it without causing a massive disruption to the world around her. With a thought, she froze the universe around her, and began to frantically masturbate! She could feel the cosmic power roiling in her being as inhuman pleasures bloomed in her core. She couldn’t think, couldn’t parse the flow of information, could only feel, writhing and moaning in divine ecstasy. The world around her remained unaware of the Goddess’s rapturous awakening.

 

Her own two hands weren’t enough! But she remembered one of her favorite tricks from before. With a thought, she duplicated herself, creating a second body. The two women immediately embraced, kissing deeply, grinding desperately together. And it still wasn’t enough, and she duplicated herself again, then again, and again, and again, until the room was filled with her copies. Some sprawled on the floor, others floated in the air, all clutched at each other and used each other to quell the burning, desperate need, all cumming together in rapid-fire climaxes as her pleasure reverberated across all her forms. The room filled with a chorus of high feminine cries of ecstasy as she fucked herself in every conceivable position at once! Cries that would have shook the world around her, had she not frozen herself in time!

 

The extra bodies helped her process the pleasure more efficiently. She could have spent years in the erotic self-tangle, but she knew she had responsibilities to attend to. She warped space to accommodate even more of her forms, until a thousand bodies raced her through the sensual maelstrom. She could always enjoy herself at a more reasonable pace later, and she would, but she knew she had to get some vital things squared away first.

 

It still took her a week before the fever of lust broke, and she could regain her mind. She eased herself down from the high, vanishing her extra bodies one by one. Slowly, the power inside her settled, and the burning need abated. She still felt a low thrum of arousal that she knew would never fully go away, but she could put it in the back of her mind for now. She let space fold back into normal, and she floated back down onto the bed. And time resumed.

 

She glanced at the world with her powers. Memories of a normal life, of being an ordinary woman with an ordinary job, and ordinary relationships, seemed like a warm but distant dream. It seemed, however, that she was not with anyone at present. She’d had a few flings in her life, and a couple boyfriends, but the relationships were never serious enough to last.

 

She supposed that was for the best. There was no way she could be with any single person the way she was now. A single mortal man or woman could not satiate her the way she needed, and she did not wish to cause undo heartache to anyone.

 

There was, however, a certain person she remembered quite distinctly. Someone that she had not yet met in this life, but in a previous world, where her origins had been different, he had been her first, and her favorite. She cast out her newly expanded awareness to see if he had also been reborn into this new world.

 

Yes. She found him half a world away. He was just as she remembered him, in the same situation as when she’d first met him. Single and open-minded to try new things. She felt a warmth bloom in her core, equal parts arousal and affection. She hadn’t really known what had drawn her to him in that old world, other than random chance. But now, there was a strong sense of sentiment.

 

She wanted to see him. She knew that before she did anything else, however, she had to find and speak to the others. She had to make sure everyone made it, and she had to call a meeting to discuss what to do next. She knew they were supposed to be starting over, but she couldn’t escape the niggling sensation in the back of her mind that there was something that needed to be addressed. She wasn’t quite sure what, but she knew it had something to do with the Old World.

 

It was probably just that old bit of paranoia she’d been saddled with back then. Of all the Omnys, she had found herself the most self-aware of just how crazy she and her kind could be if they didn’t watch themselves. She’d likewise been the only one who really took seriously the possible threats from the worlds beyond.

 

All that was supposed to no longer be an issue. They’d reset everything so they could just be themselves and have fun and be the all-powerful sex fiends they were meant to be. And it seemed to have worked, but…

 

But she had to be sure. She glanced over the world again. Although she seemed to have been the first to reawaken, she could also sense the others coming to. Like her, they had awakened with intense arousal, and had to immediately tend to themselves.

 

She supposed she had a couple minutes before the others would be ready. She took the opportunity to go see the man she remembered fondly. With a thought, she appeared in his bedroom, and saw him sleeping soundly.

 

The effect of her presence was immediate. He stirred fitfully in his sleep as his cock quickly rose to full stiffness! He had been dreaming the random jumble of visions most mortals experienced, a stream of consciousness flow of memory processing that was quickly forgotten in the morning. But as Cyl’s raw sexual essence caressed him, his dreams immediately shifted and focused intently on an erotic vision. In the dream, he found himself in a house with several women. Old girlfriends, an ex-wife, celebrity crushes, all dressed in slutty outfits. In the dream they were taking turns sucking his cock and letting him fuck them how he liked, begging him to fill their holes.

 

Cyl chuckled. He was kind man, but he certainly had lots of very naughty ideas! No wonder she’d picked him back then. But he was still just a mortal after all, and after only a minute of soaking in her lustful aura, the lewd dream was too much for him! He was going to wake up any second to a powerful nocturnal release!

 

Tempted as she was, Cyl couldn’t introduce herself just yet, and she didn’t want to spoil things ahead of time. She made herself invisible right before he jerked awake, eyes wide and mouth agape, and he soaked his sheets with his seed! He let out a confused moan, scrambling at the sheets, heart thudding and mind reeling as he was ripped out of sleep.

 

She was so tempted to jump him right then, but she forced herself not to indulge. Instead, feeling a little bad she had interrupted his sleep in such a startling way, she sent a soothing notion to his mind. The man took calming breath, his eyes drooped, and before he could even fully grasp what had happened, he was back asleep. She also made his spilled semen vanish, so he wouldn’t be soaking in his seed the rest of the night. If he remembered this moment at all in the morning, it would be as some random part of his dreams.

 

With that out of the way, Cyl vanished from his room, lest things go any further before she was ready. When the meet-up with her fellow Omnys was over, however, she would be back to greet him properly.

 

***

 

Cyl reappeared over the South Pole, heedless of the icy wind. She was once again in the black body suit that made her appear as a living shadow from the neck down. It was night in this region of the world, but a vast aurora helped light the frozen lands below. With her head cleared of the blinding lust and any further temptations far removed, she extended her senses to fully take in this new reality.

 

As she did so, she sent out a psychic invitation to the other Omnymphotents having their own re-awakenings. She knew each of them would be busy dealing with their initial rush of power and lust, however, so she patiently awaited their arrival, floating cross-legged in the air, a hundred feet over the frozen lands.

 

“The hell did you want to meet here for?” Cyl turned to see Shady hovering a few feet away, arms crossed. She was dressed in her usual skimpy tank top, short shorts, and no shoes, but she didn’t so much as shiver in the fatally cold air. She still had a grumpy expression as her softly glowing purple eyes met Cyl’s golden gaze.

 

“It’s pretty. And moreover, it’s as out of the way as we can be, short of going into space.”

 

Shady rolled her eyes, but came over to Cyl, arms held out. Cyl unfolded herself from the sitting position, and embraced her fellow Omny. They kissed deeply for several minutes, and let the flow of erotic energy ripple through them. Their hands wandered, and they shivered in a quick, shared climax. They pulled apart and caught their breaths before they got too carried away, though.

 

Cyl smiled. “I hope we get along better this time around.”

 

Shady shrugged. “I don’t think we were supposed to actually become enemies or anything before. We just disagreed on some things and got a bit catty.”

 

“It got kind of tenuous for a minute there.”

 

“Well, I’m still a sadist and you’re still a sweetheart, so I’m sure we’ll still get each other’s panties in a twist now and then. But hey, sometimes catty is fun. Not like we got real enemies to worry about anymore.”

 

Cyl frowned. “I hope not. But that’s what I want to have this meeting to clear up.”

 

“Alright. Sure.” The two waited in silence for several minutes, floating nonchalantly, before Shady looked around, annoyed. “Okay, where the hell is everybody? They should all be done with their morning quickies by now.”

 

“They aren’t coming,” came a voice behind them. The two women turned to see a statuesque redhead of truly stunning proportions, floating a few feet away with her arms crossed. She still wore her black and gold dress from before, and her eyes glowed an icy blue as she glared down at them.

 

“Megan—” Cyl began.

 

“It’s Domina!” the redhead snapped harshly.

 

Cyl set her jaw and gave her a firm stare. “Domina, then. Why aren’t they coming? What did you do?”

 

Domina sneered at her. “I did nothing but remind them that this is supposed to be a fresh start. Do you understand what that means, you uptight little control freak? There is no The Five anymore. There’s no The One, either. In this new world, any woman can Ascend to Omnymphotence. No doubt the total number will still be small as per narrative convenience, but the world doesn’t revolve entirely around your exclusive little club anymore. The six of us may have been part of a past canon, but we are not beholden to it, and we agreed from the start to not be bound by it. And we wouldn’t have been at all, if it wasn’t for you trying to rope us back in!”

 

Cyl blinked in surprise, holding up her hands. “Woah, back up! I am not trying to ‘rope us all back in’ or claim leadership again or whatever! I just wanted to reconnect, and maybe talk about how to proceed from here.”

 

“Why?” growled Domina. “We already decided the shape of the world before we did the Big Bang! We share a mundane Earth, keeping the supernatural shit hidden in the shadows, and then we each have our own Omny Worlds to do whatever in! And we’d all wake up just knowing that’s how it is! So let’s just do that!”

 

Cyl scowled. “Why are you so pissed off? I just wanted to make sure everyone was okay!”

 

“WE WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO REMEMBER EACH OTHER, YOU FUCKING TOOL! WE WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO REMEMBER ANY OF IT! WHAT PART OF FRESH START DO YOU NOT GET?!”

 

Cyl jumped at the words, if not the volume. She looked to Shady. Her fellow Omny frowned and glanced to the side for a moment, before meeting her eyes again. “She’s not wrong, Cyl. I almost didn’t show up, either. I didn’t remember the old world at all when I woke up. It only came back to me when I heard your call.”

 

Cyl frowned deeply. “I see.” Her brow furrowed. “But then… why did I remember?”

 

“Who knows?” said Shady, shrugging. “Maybe you started feeling a little too sentimental right at the end there, and snuck in a little reminder. Maybe this is a final bit of Sal’s inability to let anything go. Maybe Temael had something do with it.”

 

Cyl touched the left side of her face. “I don’t think it was the Dark God. I don’t have the Mark anymore. That isn’t supposed to be possible, but I can feel that it’s gone.”

 

Shady squinted at her. “Yeah, I don’t see it, either.”

 

Cyl nodded. “So that means we truly did reset everything.”

 

Shady grinned. “Kind of a shame. It was pretty bad-ass.”

 

Cyl smiled primly. “Maybe I’ll copy it as a tattoo.”

 

“You really shouldn’t,” said Domina. “You should make yourself forget. Lettie, Whitney, and Devi already did, and when this conversation is over, I’m going to as well. We’re now just six of the dozens of Omnys that’ll Ascend in the coming months. We probably only Ascended first, and in the same night, because of our past status, but that’s where any connection to the old world should end.”

 

Cyl frowned, but nodded. “Alright. I get that. I guess I’ll miss the group, but you’re right, we shouldn’t just immediately fall back into the old paradigm when we’re supposed to be moving on.”

 

Domina took a long breath, and let the tension drain from her, allowing a weary look to pass her features for a moment. “Okay. I’m sorry I exploded at you. I guess when you reminded me of everything, some of that old grudge I was supposed to have came back for a second. I’ll take your word you weren’t trying to sabotage everything.”

 

“It’s alright,” said Cyl. “Well, now I wish I could apologize to the others, but that would mean re-reminding them again, so I guess I’ll just leave it.”

 

“I’m sure it’ll come up again eventually,” said Shady. “You can apologize then.”

 

Cyl nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

 

Domina nodded curtly, and uncrossed her arms. “Alright. I’m going.”

 

“Please don’t be too evil this time around,” said Cyl in a mostly-joking-but-kinda-actually-though tone.

 

The redhead rolled her eyes and motioned to Shady. “I’m not the one with a personal Hell dimension.” She paused, then grinned. “Yet.” And with that, she vanished.

 

Cyl gave Shady a studious look. The other Omny shrugged and shook her head. “Look, Cyl, your gunna have to face the facts. Most of us are sadists to one degree or another. I like to bully, Devi likes to dominate, Lettie’s reckless, Whitney plays games with a loaded deck, Megan’s got a bitter streak and as Domina she’s brutal. You’re like the only actually nice one, and even then, that’s mostly on account of you trying to be the superhero of the group.”

 

Cyl sighed. “For all that did.”

 

Shady pat her on the shoulder. “Eh, don’t beat yourself up over it. You’re a Goody-Good stuck with the Up-To-No-Good Gang.”

 

Cyl gave her a flat look. “I do hope I don’t end up being the only one.”

 

Shady laughed and wink. “Hey, we could make it a competition! When the new Omnys wake up, we can show up and tempt them to the Light and Dark sides.”

 

Cyl laughed with her. “I think maybe that would be a breach of etiquette. We’re supposed to let every girl decide for themselves, not recruit teams again.”

 

Shady smirked. “Well, there’s gunna be cliques forming, that’ll just happen naturally. Also, I just wanted to make an interracial joke.”

 

Cyl cocked an eyebrow at her.

 

Shady gestured between the both of them. “You know, Light and Dark? Cuz you’re pale and I’m black?”

 

“I’m Asian.”

 

“That’s why I said pale and not white.” Shady put a hand to her chin and gave Cyl a once-over. “Although that whole shadow-suit thing kinda hampers the joke.”

 

Cyl ran her fingers through her hair, which was white enough to still sell the bit. “I’m uncomfortable with this line of humor.”

 

Shady laughed and clapped her on the shoulder again. “Of course ya are, ya Goody-Good!”

 

“Alright, well, I guess that’s that. You going to go and reset your memories now?”

 

Shady thought it over. “Are you?”

 

Cyl paused for a moment, but already knew the answer. “No. Maybe I’m just being a little paranoid, but I think at least one of us should remember. Just in case something ever goes wrong. If nothing else, there was probably a reason I remembered in the first place.”

 

Shady met her gaze for a long moment, then said, “Then I’ll remember, too, cuz you don’t need to bear that weight on your own.”

 

Cyl smiled. “Thanks, Shady.” She reached out, and the two women embraced, sharing another deep kiss. She intended it as a mere gesture affection, but the Omnys were what they were. Erotic energy formed a circuit between them, and the kiss became another full make-out session, and their hands wandered again until they shuddered and moaned in several quick orgasms. Finally, they pulled away as they sensed morning was approaching back in their homelands.

 

“Okay,” said Shady a little breathlessly. “One last thing. Can we cool it with the meta stuff already? You wanna indulge in your little bouts of introspective melodrama, go ahead, but me, I’d like to get back to the sexy times.”

 

Cyl chuckled. “Yeah, sure. Go bully some poor guys’ cocks.”

 

“Way ahead of you!” laughed Shady. She already had another body out there doing just that. With a wink, she vanished.

 

Cyl hovered alone in the Antarctic air for another moment. She was eager to meet with new lovers as well, but there was one final thing she needed to address. When Shady mentioned the meta, she had a sudden theory as to why she, of all the Omnys, had been chosen to remember.

 

***

 

The redheaded man sat at his desk in a small, cozy cabin, typing furiously at a state-of-the-art computer. His cock was stiff, but he was ignoring it to try and get the words down on the screen. In the bedroom next door, two girls were still sleeping, while a third was making some coffee in the kitchen. This was the first real break he’d gotten since he’d arrived here, and he wasn’t about to waste it.

 

“Sal?”

 

Salamando Flames jumped and turned, expecting another of the women ready to throw him onto the bed and have her way with him. He visibly relaxed with a sigh of relief when he saw it was Cyl. “Oh, thank god. It worked.”

 

Cyl raised her legs so she could hover in a lotus position in the air, as though sitting on an invisible chair. “So it was you.”

 

“Yes, it was me! I managed to jog your memory through the fourth wall. Sorry not sorry, but I did not want you all forgetting about me in here!” Sal gestured broadly around them, indicating the world they were in.

 

Cyl smiled sympathetically. “That was mean of Megan. I shouldn’t have let her do that.”

 

He scowled. “But you did.”

 

Cyl gave him a flat look. “Well, I know I’m supposed to be the Good Girl of the Omnys, but I guess I was a little bitter at you, too.”

 

Sal glared at her for a moment, then sighed and sagged back in his chair. “Okay. Fine. Maybe I deserved it for a bit. But not forever!”

 

“I fully intended to pull you out of here eventually.”

 

“I’ll pretend I believe you.”

 

“Are you telling me this isn’t your literal hottest fantasy brought to life?”

 

Sal glared at her for a moment, but she held his gaze calmly. Finally, he looked away. “Yeah. It is.” He winced as he glanced down at his throbbing cock. Even after a long, restful sleep, and the rejuvenating effects of Sex Magic, he still felt pretty wrung out, and of course, his balls ached for release! “But actually experiencing it, it’s too much! Just because I jerk off to Sex Mage World, it doesn’t mean I ever wanted to live there! And this is that, plus everything else I’ve written about!”

 

He glanced around, realizing he was raising his voice. He leaned forward, speaking in lower voice, so as not to get the other women’s attention. “They gang raped me for three weeks straight! They used Sex Magic and other magic and psychic powers and super powers and everything! They passed me around like a dildo and they haven’t let me cum even once! I’ve got all the blue-balling conditions on my cock, and it feels like I haven’t cum in years! I think I almost fucking died a few times! I sure as fuck lost my mind!”

 

Cyl eyed his cock a bit lustfully. She had to admit, she was very tempted to indulge his needy organ, but she held off. She wasn’t here to give Sal an easy out.

 

“You seem relatively okay now,” she pointed out.

 

“Sex Magic healing. But I think they finally got tired or bored or something, so they’re giving me a break while they recover. I only got few days before they send me down the line again.”

 

Cyl smirked. “Some time off after only three weeks? Sounds like they’re taking it easy on you!”

 

“This isn’t funny!”

 

“But it is hot, isn’t it?”

 

Sal swallowed hard, and his cock quivered with tension. “Please. I can’t take this much longer!”

 

“Don’t worry, the honeymoon phase is over,” came a voice from behind them. Sal jumped at the voice, and he and Cyl turned to see a woman at the door, holding two cups of coffee. She was a tall, fit woman with black hair, dressed in a thin white robe. Cyl recognized her as one of Sal’s favorites from one of his old stories, an esper named Kat.

 

The woman continued. “We decided to give you a full week off, starting today. After that, we were thinking of arranging some kind of schedule so you’d have some time off from us every week.”

 

She grinned at the two and gave Sal a wink. “Of course, you know how us Sex Mages are. Even on your days off, you might feel some of our wandering thoughts.” Sal tensed and let out a small gasp as he felt a single hot, wet lick from a Phantom Tongue slide down his sensitive shaft.

 

This wasn’t the “real” Kat, of course, if one could say there even was a “real” version of any given fictional character. But the Kat from the old story, even a sadistic as she could get in bed, would have been appalled at how Sal was being treated. This version, however, seemed no more bothered by his vicious use and abuse than any of his more typical heartless Sex Mage characters. Still, she was a close enough facsimile of Kat do the job she’d been made for: punish her uncouth creator through some kind of meta-fictional poetic justice.

 

“Kat” stepped into the room, and offered Sal one of the mugs. He stared at it like it was a snake. She shrugged and offered it to Cyl, who declined. She set it on Sal’s desk instead, then took a seat on another chair, crossing one leg over the other. The robe came open below the waste, exposing most of her smooth thigh. Despite himself, Sal couldn’t help but look, and Kat smirked as she sensed his cock surge with keen interest. With a thought, she sent a bit of psychic Sex Magic to keep his helpless organ primed at maximum tension. The little Prop Spell would only allow him to get harder, never softer, until she, or one of the other girls, released it.

 

Cyl frowned, as much from needing to resist temptation as from the obviously torturous situation Sal was in. For the moment, though, she decided to let the little Tease Spell slide.

 

“So,” said Kat. “You taking him from us, or do you think he needs to soak in our juices some more?”

 

Sal gave Cyl a pleading look. Cyl glanced back at him, lingered her gaze on his cock for a moment, then looked to Kat. “Do you mean it with the days off?”

 

Sal opened his mouth to protest, but with a thought, Kat froze his body completely, allowing him only to breathe, blink, and twitch his cock. And just for the hell of it, she pushed an extra shot of tension into his organ, making it quiver with superhuman stiffness! Sal whimpered and pleaded in his mind, and while both women could sense his desperate thoughts, they didn’t let it interrupt them.

 

Kat smirked and put a hand over her heart. “Swear to Goddess. Only a few of us exist in this village at a time anyway. Most come and go at random to keep the teasing fresh, but some of us are here long term to keep the village functional. And a few of us are assigned to keep an eye on him when we’re not using him.”

 

Sal managed a whimper and his body shook very slightly as he fought Kat’s Freeze Spell with all his might. Kat grinned, and cranked the tension in his cock up just a little bit more, until his eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a muffled mewl.

 

“Alright, enough,” said Cyl, making a cutting-off motion with her hand. Sal suddenly unfroze, letting out a shout, and sagging back in his seat, gasping for breath. His cock stayed hard, but was allowed to cool back down to a normal erection, instead of an agonizingly enhanced one.

 

Kat frowned. “Aw, but he likes it when we do that!”

 

“Fantasy-wise, yes. But don’t forget he’s an actual person, with actual limits. You really do need to take it easier on him.”

 

Kat let out a little exasperated sigh and crossed her arms. “Oh, fine.”

 

“That includes letting him cum occasionally.”

 

Kat scowled. “We’ll think about it.”

 

Cyl looked to Sal and smiled sympathetically. “Well, I tried.”

 

Sal struggled to sit up. “Cyl! Get me out of here!”

 

Cyl shook her head. “No. Not right now.”

 

“Cyl!”

 

“Sal. You still have some issues to work through. I will stop by occasionally to check on you, but I don’t think you’re quite ready to leave yet.” Cyl stood up and looked to Kat. “Take care of him, okay? Actually take care of him.”

 

Kat smirked again and gave her a three-fingered salute. “Girl scout’s honor.”

 

“You didn’t have Girl Scouts in your world,” grumbled Sal.

 

“Didn’t have Sex Magic, either,” she said with a wink, and Sal gasped again as he felt another Phantom Lick on his aching cock.

 

“Later then,” said Cyl, and she vanished, leaving her creator to deal with his messes.

 

***

 

She reappeared in the home of the man she’d chosen to again be her first. She shed her black body suit, and replacing it with a red terrycloth robe that hugged her curves perfectly. She kept her silver-white hair and glowing gold eyes. She liked the look, and it certainly made an exotic impression.

 

How best to introduce herself, though? She thought back to that original encounter in the old world, sharing a cup of coffee in his kitchen, and explaining her situation to him, and moving on to an incredible month-long session of sex. She supposed that would be as good a way as any. She’d have to explain it all over again, but she didn’t mind. Leaving out, of course, the part where she and her fellow Omnys reset the universe, and they were all characters in an erotic story. That might be a bit much.

 

She heard the man stir in the bed upstairs, sensed him rouse from a deep, refreshing sleep. She felt the heat bloom in her core, anticipating what was to come. May as well go with what worked the first time around. She shifted herself to the kitchen. With a thought, she set a pot of coffee to brew and set out two mugs. She leaned against the counter and waited for Don Joe to join her in a divine new phase of their lives.

 

ONWARD