Released

Cyl found him sitting on the patio of a small cafe, sipping a coffee while reading from an e-reader. She materialized in the seat across from him, wearing her skimpy red bikini. He was naked, of course; the girls here wouldn’t let him wear clothes.
 
Her appearance didn’t really startle him; he’d gotten used to magical women just showing up unannounced in his presence. He glanced up at her, scowled, and set his e-reader down. Despite his apparent annoyance at her presence, his cock seemed quite happy she was here, as it immediately started to rise to attention. She glanced down at it, appraising his condition. She sensed that Sal had been allowed a marathon relief session the night before, a reward for good behavior after enduring days of cruel, magical cock-teasing.
 
Cyl had ordered the girls to take it easier on him, but that was already a pretty high ceiling to lower down from, she supposed. “How are you doing, Sal?”
 
“Peachy,” he muttered.
 
She motioned to his body. “You’re looking better.”
 
He glanced down and frowned a bit in thought. Being fucked frequently and ruthlessly by women with powerful Sex Magic did have the benefit of soaking him in the Magic’s healing effects. Even factoring in the break days they gave him, he’d been getting teased and fucked intensely enough that the middle-aged man’s body had been toned into a fit and healthy young man’s form. He wasn’t exactly a muscle man, but he had a runner’s build of a trim figure with natural abs again, his hair was long and thick again, and his skin was without any blemish. Minor health issues like hemorrhoids, allergies, and acid reflux had completely vanished. She could tell even his vision had improved, as he no longer wore his glasses.
 
“Some of the ladies have healing magic, that’s sped things along some,” he said.
 
“They’re taking care of you, then?”
 
“More or less. They feed me, provide stuff to pass the free time.” He tapped the ereader. “They give me days off to recover and make sure I don’t injure myself. A few of them try to be social and give me company without sex, but that inevitably just leads to them teasing and fucking me.”
 
Cyl nodded. “Megan didn’t give them much to work with, personality-wise. They’re all the same rapey Sex Mage archetype you usually fantasize about. I tweaked them to back off a bit more than Megan planned, but I guess that didn’t change much.”
 
“Yeah, no shit.”
 
“If it’s any consolation, all the real versions of these characters got reincarnated into our new world, and they’re all true to character.”
 
“How nice for them.” They were silent for a few more minutes, before Sal sighed and said, “Alright, what do you want, anyway? Just another check-up?”
 
“How do you feel?”
 
Sal scowled. “I don’t know. Alright, I guess, all things considered. I spend half the week getting used like a fuck toy, the rest of the week just sort of doing my hobbies while occasionally getting groped. I should probably be a broken, sobbing wreck from getting abused so much, but between Sex Mage healing and the psychics soothing my brain, I’m just sort of feeling okay.”
 
“Getting any writing done?”
 
Sal cocked an eyebrow at her. “A little. Not much has changed on that front, really. I guess I feel less miserable about not being able to do it most of the time. I just get to it when I get to it.”
 
He shrugged. “I mean, in some ways it’s not that much different than before, it’s just getting fucked to within an inch of my life is my full time job now, instead of throwing around boxes in a warehouse. And healing powers or no, I spend half my time off just recovering from that, so that kind of hinders things, but…”
 
He sighed and leaned back in his seat looking up at the clear blue sky. His cock twitched in the air, and he winced at how hard it was. Cyl suppressed her Lust Aura a bit so it wouldn’t be quite so distracting for him. But only a bit.
 
“…but I don’t know. Getting trapped in a cozy place with hot, horny, magic rapists may be my hottest fantasy, but eventually it gets old. I am completely sexed out, and I’d like to actually get out of this little town sooner than later.”
 
Cyl nodded, gazing at him studiously. Sal looked back and despite himself, he couldn’t help but take in her gorgeous figure and entrancing golden eyes. He’d almost gotten used to his cock surging out of control by now, but an Omnymphotent’s sheer sexual presence was more potent than any Sex Mage. His cock was quivering with tension just looking at her, and he had to look away.
 
“Well, I suppose I can facilitate that for you,” said Cyl, tamping down her Aura a bit more.
 
Sal looked up, surprised. “You… really?”
 
“You seem a lot more mellowed out, and that’s good, but leaving you here any further probably won’t do you any better.”
 
He let out a sigh of relief. “If you actually mean that, than thank fucking god.”
 
She held up a finger. “I have three caveats to this, however.”
 
His expression immediately turned wary. “If you’re going to make me your sex slave, than just fucking erase me. I am way past done with that.”
 
Cyl rolled her eyes. “You know that isn’t my style, and you’re not my type.”
 
Sal found that last line more sobering than he would like to admit. She shrugged. “Not that I wouldn’t still sleep with you, but if you weren’t my creator, I wouldn’t have picked you out of the crowd, so to speak.”
 
“Yeah, I got it,” he muttered, glowering at the ground.
 
“Okay then.” She held up three fingers. “Three caveats. One, I can’t return you to your Earth.”
 
Sal’s brow furrowed. “What? Why not?”
 
“You know you’re just an avatar of Salamando, right? The real one is still typing at his keyboard back in his own world.”
 
Sal swallowed hard. It was a thought he’d never wanted to acknowledge too deeply before, that even he was no more real than the women who used him as their fuck toy in this little prison world. It wasn’t surprising to have it confirmed, but it was still a bracing moment of self-awareness.
 
He forced himself to laugh it off. “Like I’d want to go back to being some random schlub in a mundane world.”
 
“Indeed,” said Cyl. “Caveat two. I am going to Empower you.”
 
That was more surprising to him than the first. “Really? With what?”
 
“You’ll have the same divine health the rest of our male Playmates have, as well as functional immortality. You will stay as you are for as long as any of us Omnys remain alive. But more importantly, you’ll have the power to create portals to teleport to any of the various Worlds of the Omnyverse, and carry other people and objects between them.”
 
He blinked. “Are you serious?”
 
“I consider it a fair trade for trapping you here for several months. However, bear in mind, you will need to abide by the Etiquette. No revealing your powers publicly on our Earth, no messing with our games or our worlds or our Playmates. No transplanting our creations haphazardly between our Worlds.”
 
“Yeah, of course,” he said. “Wait, but… like… what am I supposed to do, though? Like, for work, or where to live, or whatever?”
 
She shrugged. “I can convert this little pocket dimension into your personal abode. The girls here will be swapped out with more generic looking servants without powers, and who won’t constantly force themselves on you, unless you want them to. They’ll be similar to Whitney’s maids. So you won’t lack for shelter or resources.”
 
Sal was honestly struggling to believe what he was hearing. If it wasn’t Cyl herself telling him all this, he wouldn’t believe it. Assuming it really was her, and not another Omny taking her form, of course.
 
“It’s me, Sal. Really.”
 
“Alright,” he said slowly. “I have to know, where is this coming from all of a sudden? Last time, it sounded like you were just going to leave me here indefinitely.”
 
“I mean, if you want me to, I can.”
 
“No! I just mean, you’re supposed to be the nice one, but even you threw me under the bus here.”
 
Cyl let out a long breath and gave him a humorless smile. “To be honest, I found myself chafing in my role, too. I stepped outside the Omnyverse to find new adventures. I’ve been to some of your other worlds, Sal. I’ve saved a few realities that would have otherwise been doomed. I’ve gotten my ass kicked across a few others, and barely made it back. It gave me some new appreciation for where you’re coming from with all of this. With us. With me.”
 
She stood, and stepped over to Sal, and his breath caught as her gorgeous body filled his view. She kneeled down, and he instinctively spread his legs, as his cock surged with renewed tension. Cyl eyed his cock, and Sal gasped as her direct gaze seemed to spike his arousal and need even further! It didn’t matter how sexed out he was, he immediately sank into the haze of lust, as eager as ever.
 
“I asked Wyllow to keep an eye on you if I didn’t come back for a while. But I managed to return soon enough, and I wanted to settle this in person before I left again, just in case. I want to apologize, and I want you to know I’m grateful to you. For all your flaws, real and imagined, I wouldn’t exist without you. And while I suppose a little stint in this world may have been due, I should have pulled you out the first time I came to see you instead of leaving you for so long. I’m sorry for that.”
 
“C-c-cyl…” was all Sal could choke out as her power flowed into his body. The surge of power broke all of the Sex Mage’s wicked conditions that had prevented Sal from self-pleasuring or achieving release. Immediately, he moved to pounce on Cyl and fuck her right there on the café patio’s hard concrete floor! But Cyl didn’t let him, pushing him back onto his seat, and pinning his arms and legs down with a gentle, but irresistible force. With a thought, she made him utterly helpless; it wasn’t really her thing, but it’s what she knew he liked.
 
“Shhh. Just enjoy this.”
 
Sal was huffing with excitement, eyes glazed over with lust as the white-haired, golden-eyed goddess leaned forward, and grasped his cock delicately. He cried out as his hyper-tense organ jerked in her hands. He would have cum immediately, but Cyl staved off his release to keep from spoiling it right away.
 
Instead, she leaned forward and slid his diamond-hard organ slowly into her mouth, swallowing him all the way down to the root. Her body was divinely optimized for sex. Her mouth and throat squeezed and stroked him like no human woman’s could, even as her supernatural energy electrified his nerves with pure pleasure. At the same time, his own pleasure and excitement fed back into her, and the way he throbbed inside her mouth stimulated her nerves just as much as if she’d taken him inside her pussy. Sal moaned raggedly with pleasure and fought against her invisible bondage, even as she shivered in a supernatural euphoria.
 
But she had no interest in torturing the poor man; the pleasure he felt was a heavenly bliss without the pain of ruthless teasing, nor the agony of endless edgings. She was holding him in a state beyond mortal orgasm, giving him a divinely pleasurable experience, to show she was sincere in her words.
 
As she held him there, she spoke in his mind. But it wasn’t really the Sal in her grip she was addressing. “Third caveat, Salamando. I want you to keep writing about us. There’s no rush, no undue pressure, but please, keep our stories alive, in whatever way you can.”
 
Sal wanted to do that anyway. Even if he hadn’t, it would be a small price to pay for freedom, power, and eternity in an erotic dreamland. It was more than a mortal being could ever hope for, even in most fictions. So of course, through the blinding ecstasy, he agreed to her terms.
 
She held him for another long, glorious minute, and then finally let him cross the threshold of climax. He came, hard and fast, shooting what felt like a years worth of spunk down her throat, his climax lasting for a couple full minutes. Cyl shivered and squealed as he came, absorbing the energies of his pleasure, stimulated by his pulsing cock, until she came along with him, shuddering even as she swallowed down every drop he could give!
 
And then it was over, and she released him from her mouth with a soft pop. He sagged back, heaving, bleary-eyed, letting his senses and excitement simmer down from the divine state of a goddess-granted orgasm. For Cyl, it had been little better than a quickie, and she was quickly able to compose herself. She stood and dropped back onto the other seat, giving her creator a few minutes to cool down and twitch in the aftershocks.
 
When he could think and speak again, he gave her a slightly awed look. “Th-thank you… f-for… all of this…”
 
“You’re welcome. I’ll let the others know the situation. I’ll tell them not to pester you too much or trap you anywhere long term again, but they might still decide to have their own fun with you, if they’re of a mind. And I’m sure every one of them will want a word with you at some point.”
 
Sal swallowed, but nodded. He knew the kind of characters he’d created.
 
“Just be careful where you visit. You’ll be safe in this little home world, and you’ll be under my protection in my worlds, but anywhere else, you’re free game, especially if you go to one of the other’s worlds directly.”
 
“I understand.”
 
“Alright, then. See you around, Sal.” And with that, Cyl vanished.
 
It would be a few more days before Sal dared to test his power. Cyl had been true to her word, however. With a thought, he could form a portal to any world in the Omnyverse. The Worlds were his oyster, in ways they couldn’t be merely writing about them. He almost felt bad for the Sal who was still on the other side of the fourth wall. But then again, no one knew better than him how fucked up his fantasies could get. Who knew the depths of dangerous depravity he was bound for?
 
Only one way to find out. Once he was ready, Sal opened a portal to a random world, and stepped on through.