The Return of Kat

My name is Kat, and I am an Omnymphotent.
 
There is a small chance you are familiar with me. I was supposedly a character in some horny guy’s erotic fiction. There, I had psychic powers and took a redheaded young man named Ben as my lover, using my powers to greatly enhance our sex life. I took control of his cock and his libido, I used him as my fuck toy and made him suffer sexual torment for my amusement and arousal. And he loved it. We were a perfect match for one another. Me, a sadist with powers most men couldn’t handle, he a masochist fully willing to be my chewtoy.
 
It wasn’t as bad as I make it sound. After an initial dubious encounter, in which I am fully willing to admit I overstepped my boundaries, we talked it over, he forgave me, and I convinced him to keep being my lover. I was the perfect mistress he’d always fantasized about, he was the perfect boytoy for me. We made it an official BDSM relationship. It was consenting, I assure you; at no point did I use my powers to make him agree to be my sub. He trusted me and served me dutifully, but when he needed me to stop, I backed off. But he could take a lot before he got to that point, and I was always grateful for it.
 
Eventually, however, he had to leave me, as our careers took us in different directions and forced us to move apart. But our time together was not only one of the most fun times of my life, it also helped me learn a lot about myself as a person. Of course, that could have only seemed like the most important part of my life, because it’s the only part my author chose to focus on for his story.
 
It’s interesting to know exactly where you come from, to so definitively know your purpose for being. Honestly, it doesn’t even bother me that I was a porn fantasy character. I got more development than most of his erotic characters, male or female. And I know that the porn version of me is just one of many versions that my writer conceived of. I could argue that my alternates were a lot cooler; most versions of me are fantasy action superheroes and magical adventurers, with deeper back stories and more dramatic lives. While I’m the only version with psychic abilities, I’m pretty sure even the kid versions of my alternate selves could probably kick my ass before I could knock them out with a psychic suggestion.
 
But for all that, I’m the version he actually wrote the most about and gain readers for. And my story was pretty fun. What woman wouldn’t want to have an incredible sex life, with a partner who fit them so well? I like to think Ben and I could have made it work, even after we were temporarily separated. We weren’t in love with each other, but we were perfect lovers, and perhaps, eventually, we could have gotten closer in other ways if we’d stayed together. I guess we’ll never know, since my story didn’t continue past our break up.
 
But enough about what could have been. That was literally another time, another life, another story. Now I’m in this life, this time, this story. I now live in a reality where a handful of women have awakened to omnipotent powers and incredible lusts, and they created their own reality when their author—when our author—proved lacking in his commitments.
 
When they did so, they incarnated a bunch of his characters from his previous stories into their new world. Espers, witches, demihumans, superhumans, fairies, Sex Mages. We’re all here, scattered across the various worlds of the Omnyverse. Some of us were just plunked down into the world as we were, effectively relocated from our old continuities into this one. Others were born and raised in the Omnyverse, our lives made to broadly conform to what our fictional ones had been, so we’d end up about the same, at least until we reached a point where our stories had left off.
 
I was one of the latter cases. The world I was born on was Thrae, an alternate version of Earth where supernatural phenomenon and beings were publicly known about, if rare to encounter. As in my old story, I grew up with emerging psychic powers, and as I grew into womanhood, I occasionally indulged in those powers for sexual fun. Eventually, I found Ben, and we had a couple years of very intense fun. But eventually, things cooled off, Ben had ambitions that made him move away from me, and I had to come to grips with my own shortcomings when it came to my relationships.
 
Things probably would have proceeded as normal. Ben and I stayed in touch, and we may or may not have reunited, or we might have found others. It’s hard to say, because unlike my old story, a wholly new change permanently altered my life.
 
I Ascended.
 
You probably know by now what it’s like when a woman Ascends. We spend several weeks simply fucking and masturbating in a frantic flurry, our powers instinctively reacting to help us through it. With a thought, I summoned dozens of replicas of Ben, and I made them writhe and whimper as I wickedly teased all their cocks without relief, while I made them line up and fuck me as hard as they could. Because they weren’t really Ben, just homunculi in his form, I allowed myself to be crueler than usual.
 
Each Ben serviced me for an hour, railing my pussy with expert skill, keeping me in a euphoric high of nearly non-stop climax. After an hour, I would allow that Ben to release into me, pull away, and fall back to recover from the mind-melting experience of being inside my now divine pussy.
 
The next Ben in line would immediately leap to take his place, having already been teased to blue ball desperation the previous hour, and having to spend the next pleasuring me until I allowed him release. Then the next Ben, more desperate still, took his place, until the next Ben, even more desperate, took his place, and down the line it went, until the first Ben returned to me.
 
I’d made thirty Bens for my purposes. Each spent thirty hours being psychically cockteased non-stop by my sadistic femdom impulses, allowed only one release. He would barely have time to catch his breath, before my power sent him back into maddening non-stop edges, until it was his turn again.
 
I think I spent three weeks like that, floating with my boys in a pocket of frozen time, cycling through the Bens in every possible position, sensually hurting them, erotically breaking them, forcing them to serve me in ways I never could when I’d only had my psychic abilities. I honestly scared myself at how far I was taking it, but I was far too horny to stop at the time, and the reminder that these were just puppet people helped me to not feel so guilty.
 
When I had finally wrung out enough of my lusts to come to my senses, I disappeared the assembly of Bens with a final group climax, pulled myself out of the time freeze, and lay almost shell-shocked, sprawled out and sweaty on my bed.
 
I was now omnipotent. I could do anything. I could know anything. And as I tried to take stock of my new self, I cast my gaze across the whole of reality, and I discovered at once my true nature.
 
I was just one omnipotent woman out of several. I wasn’t even within the first ten to exist, and more would be coming. I knew the world I lived in now, Thrae, was an existential shadow of a world called Earth. I knew that other worlds surrounded us, more fantastical realms ruled by the other omnipotent women. I knew there was an Etiquette I’d be expected to adhere to, and if I didn’t, the other women would put me in my place.
 
I also knew that on some level, our reality wasn’t real. That we were just characters in a horny erotic writer’s story. That the other women, the Omnymphotents as they called themselves, had taken control of their story, and molded it to their own liking.
 
I also knew that our author, or at least an avatar of him, was present in our world. As soon as I realized our reality had been born from his stories, my cosmic senses picked him out for me. With a moment of focus, I narrowed my gaze towards him. I found him strolling down a path through an exotic looking forest, which my powers told me was the World of Wood Knot.
 
When I saw him, I felt my breath catch. He looked exactly like Ben, so much so that I wondered if this whole time, he had actually been—no. My new powers answered my question before it fully formed in my head. Ben, the real Ben, my Ben, still existed, as his own person, out there on the other side of Thrae. I felt a swell of warmth and a little relief to see him, even from a distance. He was doing as well as he claimed the last time we had talked.
 
I felt a pang in my chest and a heat bloom in my core as I saw him. My cosmically bolstered sex drive was already insisting I go play with him, despite the impossibly long sex session I had just had with dozens of his likeness. I told my libido to cool it; I had eternity to get it in as many times as I wanted, it could take a breather while I addressed some very important existential questions.
 
I turned my attention back to my author, the man who called himself Salamando. He appeared to be a redheaded young man, dressed in jeans and a red tee-shirt, wearing a dark red cloak. I knew he was actually middle-aged, but exposure to the healing powers of Sex Magic and Biomancer Spells had rejuvenated his body back to the prime of his youth. An Omny named Cyl had likewise gifted him with cross-dimensional teleportation, enabling him to travel to anywhere in the Omnyverse. He’d been spending his time taking in the sights he’d only imagined before, and was actually now experiencing in a way that shouldn’t have been possible. He was, after all, just some normal guy from a mundane Earth, where supernatural things weren’t real, much less conformed to any of his own creative ideas.
 
But the powers of the Omnymphotents made anything possible. And with a thought, I disappeared from Thrae, and reappeared in Wood Knot, a few feet behind him.
 
***
 
“Sal,” I called out.
 
He jumped and whirled, then froze as he saw me. His face went pale, even as his cock started to immediately swell, and his heart started to pound. I had my Lust Aura actively tamped down as low as I could make it, so it wasn’t just my power making him react. It was his recognition. In an instant, I saw what he thought of me. Of the fantasy of me he’d harbored for decades. Of the stories he’d written about various forms of me. Of the months he’d recently spent with a facsimile of me, and other women, using him as a sex toy.
 
I froze as well, taking in the sight of my boy toy, in the form of a man I’d never before met. Intellectually, I knew he was not my previous lover, but to see him in person like this, the resemblance was still uncanny. He really was the spitting image of Ben. Even without my powers, things would have clicked into place. I wasn’t just one of his favorite fantasy women. I was the fantasy woman.
 
I was his ideal of a partner, and not just sexually. More than any other woman he had created, he loved me. Not the same way, or to the same degree, as he had loved the real women in his life, of course. I was just a fantasy, after all, and he was not that deluded. But if I had been flesh and blood and in his life for real, I would have been his one and only.
 
And in this world of stories made real, I was suddenly here, right in front of him, an impossible existence that he couldn’t face. I knew he was going to do it in the second before the thought crossed his mind. He ran. A portal immediately appeared behind him and he leaped through it to a random world he’d already visited.
 
I followed, instantly vanishing from Wood Knot, and entering the world of Whitney’s Mansion Labyrinth, once again a few feet from him. He swallowed hard as he looked at me.
 
“Salamando—” I started, but he teleported away again.
 
I followed him to Artemis Academy, then Aztlazon, then Cloth Land, then Voxela, then Earth, then Thrae. I sighed, and finally, stopped following him when he went to the next reality. This was ridiculous. I could, of course, have just blocked his teleporting power, but I didn’t want to intimidate him with such a show of force.
 
Instead, I resorted to the use of my classic power, now bolstered with cosmic reach. <Salamando> I thought, reaching out to him telepathically. <Please stop running. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not going to rape you. I just want to talk.>
 
<I do not> he replied.
 
<Why?> I knew why, but as I psychic, I quickly learned it best to let the other person at least try to articulate a response. Non-psychics tended to really get irritated when you just reacted to their thoughts before they had time to parse them themselves.
 
<I’m scared of you and resent you> he shot back, more frankly than I expected.
 
<I’m not the Kat that Megan trapped you with in that pocket dimension> I thought. <I’m the Kat you wrote about in your Kat’s First Boytoy story. Or, at least, I’m her reincarnation. I was actually born on Thrae this time around.>
 
<Good for you> he said, sounding bitter. <Now leave me alone.>
 
<Sal, please talk to me. Please. I just… it’s not every day a woman gets to meet her Creator.>
 
<Most women do, in fact, get to know their parents.>
 
<You know what I mean, jack-ass.>
 
<You can read my mind. You want to know about me, just know about me.>
 
<I can do more than read your mind, Sal. A lot more.>
 
There was a pause. A portal opened up in front of me, and Sal stepped through it. He stared at me with a mixture of wariness and curiosity. I just stared back and forced myself to stay relaxed and calm. It wasn’t easy under his intense gaze. Sensing his cock start throbbing in his pants didn’t help.
 
He looked me up and down, and I realized with a start that one reason he was getting an out of control boner was that I was still naked. I’d been so caught up in my moment of discovery, I hadn’t even thought to put clothes on. I was his ideal woman in looks, after all, and he had the sex drive of a man in his early twenties, probably enhanced from all the supernatural femdom fuckery he’d experienced. Even without all the magic and powers involved, I was still the perfect vision to rev his motor, and his cock was more than happy to announce his appreciation, all on its own.
 
Sal glanced away and pulled his cloak a little closer around himself. I’d have thought he’d be used to being exposed and vulnerable to us all-powerful women by now, but I guess I was a different story.
 
With a thought, I was dressed in my own jeans and a white tee-shirt. I looked around and saw we were standing in a large field, out in the wilds of Thrae. We were all alone, and we had all the time in the world to talk.
 
Ultimately, though, I had to break the ice, as he just stood there, unable to think of what to say. I motioned to the side, and created a small cottage out of nowhere, the cozy little home fully furnished with functioning utilities. I smiled at him. “You want to get comfortable?”
 
“I don’t know,” he said. I could sense the tension in his body; his cock was rock hard for me, but the rest of him was ready to bolt. He glanced me over again and swallowed nervously. “So you’re an Omny now, too? Or did one of the Omnys give you Grand powers?”
 
“Oh, I am definitely an Omny. You coming inside, or not?”
 
He hesitated, glanced at my sudden cottage, then back at me. “Do I have a choice?”
 
I frowned at that. His paranoia, while understandable, was starting to grate on me already. “I just want to talk.”
 
“About what?”
 
“I… I don’t know. I want to get to know you a little, I guess.”
 
“You want to know me, you can just know me.”
 
“I want to get to know you the normal way.”
 
“There’s not a lot to know. I’m a fat fuck loser who wasted his life on nerd hobbies and failing to actualize his creative ambitions, and settled for being single, poor, and getting scraps of attention online with my shitty erotica.” He motioned around him. “I’m here in what could nominally be considered my own personal ideal world, even if I got here through dubious circumstances, and only by way of a complete cosmic accident of narrative conceit. I have literally disappeared into my own fantasy world, and no matter how much a paradise that should be, I can’t help but wonder if the real me at the keyboard is genuinely losing his goddamned mind.”
 
He motioned to me and his voice went up an octave. “There’s fourth wall humor, and then there’s spending your limited life on Earth writing out self-insert sex fantasy fiction where you’re fawned over by your own perfect fantasy women. And now the girl who I used to literally dream about and who became one of my most personally cherished characters, who I ended up failing to actualize as a real character in project after project until I finally just turned her into a random slut in one of my throwaway jerk-off stories, that’s the version who gains omnipotent powers and confronts me and sees exactly what sort of man created her.”
 
He was huffing slightly, his heart thundering in his chest, his cock so hard between his legs it almost hurt, as a cocktail of emotions roared through him. I thought I’d be the one having a little freak out in front of my own creator, but instead, just being here with me was triggering his own little mental break down.
 
I took a breath and gave him a calm look, projecting some of that calm towards him. “Sal. It’s okay.”
 
I gently soothed the anxiety in his mind, eased some of the stress, rubbed a bit of the stiffness from his muscles, nudged his impulse to take a calming breath. I wasn’t trying to forcibly change his mind about anything. I was just helping him keep his head clear, so he wouldn’t just start running again.
 
I did do one thing that I suppose could be considered dubious. I let his cock stay nice and stiff, not easing his sexual tension in the slightest. I didn’t boost his libido, I just eased down everything but that. What could I say, I knew what he was about, and by extension, what I was about. Moreover, I was now an Omnymphotent. If I had to confess, it was taking a lot not to pounce on his dick, right then and there. My own powers were still raw, my own libido still simmering underneath my self-control. Being around a hard cock felt good to me, in a way it hadn’t even when I’d been a sexually-minded psychic.
 
He did finally take a breath and try to get himself under more control. “Sorry,” he said. “That all just sort of came out at once.”
 
“You really seem to like beating up on yourself,” I said.
 
He made a humorless smile. “This whole reality wouldn’t exist if I hadn’t reached a breaking point. And then my first few months here, I spent as a chewtoy for psycho versions of all my fantasy women. And since then I’ve just… I don’t know, I’ve just been adrift, not really sure what to do with myself. I explore around, I write occasionally, but I don’t really feel like its going anywhere. The Omnys are beyond me now, so they just do what they want, but other than Cyl, most of them don’t really have a struggle, other than finding ways to entertain themselves.”
 
He shrugged. “I don’t even know what I’m saying now. I’m just rambling.”
 
I shook my head. “Its fine, Sal. I think I get it. And I know you don’t care for platitudes, but you’re not that bad.”
 
“You would say that.”
 
“Yes. And since I’m now a goddess, it must be true.” I nodded towards the cottage. “Come on. Let’s go sit down.”
 
“Wouldn’t you rather go get cozy with Ben?”
 
“I will. Soon.” I turned and walked into the cottage, holding the door open for him.
 
He frowned, but followed, wincing a bit as he had to adjust himself. “Do you actually have anything to talk about, or is this just a set-up to fuck me?”
 
“If your plan is to turn me off by putting up a sour attitude, it’s almost working,” I said sardonically. “Almost.”
 
He cracked a ruthless smile as he sat down on a comfy couch covered in a soft fur blanket. “That’s right. Not physically possible for an Omny to not be horny. That’s what makes you the perfect sex fantasies. All-powerful, yet so randy you’ll settle for anyone.”
 
I sighed and sat down on a cushioned chair across from him. “The self-deprecation might be funny to you, but it gets really tedious, really fast for everyone else, especially when it’s your only bit.”
 
He opened his mouth to make a retort, then paused and let out a resigned sigh. He sat back in the couch, letting himself sink into the cushions. “Getting my brains fucked out by beautiful women has, remarkably, not done much to improve my social skills. Not when they just use and dump me at whim, and I didn’t even have to make the first move to say hello.” He glanced over to me. “Perfect fantasy. All of the play, none of the work. Except, of course, we both know indulging a fantasy too far can lead to trouble.”
 
I nodded. “Yeah.” We sat in silence for a moment, neither sure what to say, but our throbbing libidos keeping us from just calling it quits right then and there.
 
He glanced me over once more, taking me in fully. Even clothed, I was gorgeous to him, and the knowledge that I had absolute power over him made me unbearably arousing in his eyes. Part of the reason he was insisting on having an attitude was to resist the temptation to throw himself at my feet. Even now, part of him wanted me to just pounce on him, abuse him with my powers, even as another part insisted he didn’t deserve to have that kind of fun with me, that even though I was his ideal woman, he knew he wasn’t my ideal man and shouldn’t expect that I’d be into him, and that it was really shitty of him to just assume I’d cater to his fantasies, even though I’d been created as exactly that kind of woman.
 
Well, he was right. He may have based Ben off of himself, but he was no Ben. And maybe the intense randiness of simply being a freshly awakened Omnymphotent made it mean a lot less that I’d be interested in him, when at this point I might as well settle for any hard cock. It was also strange, the sort of pedestal he put me on in his mind. That the mere fact I was fashioned to be exactly his sex fantasy, when I was supposed to be so much more , considering all the years he’d thought of me and all the other plans he’d had for me. It was a sort of existential quagmire, in a way. I was feeling what so many women felt when a man put them on a pedestal and worked up this fantasy vision of her in his head, that she would have no way to live up to.
 
Except, of course, I literally was a fantasy woman from his head, so in a way, how could he be blamed for having that view of me? How I could fail to live up to that vision? Except that I was now free from his influence. I was my own woman, and I didn’t have to be controlled by his expectations, even if I was still very much aligned to them.
 
The longer we sat there, the more I was able to ruminate on him, on myself, and on our situation, the more I realized I really was free to be and do what I wanted. The other Omnys may have some loose rules to follow, but I had no ambitions to butt heads with them. And this self-tortured man who had made us had no say in what we did, even if we owed him our lives. I felt a sentimental attachment, but I wasn’t going to let his attitude sway my decisions. I also didn’t think as poorly of him as he thought of himself.
 
Enough with the heavy stuff. There was no harm in showing him a little appreciation. Even if he chafed at being made our little toy, he also still loved it, despite what he said. It was more a case of moderation. Several months trapped in a pocket dimension with horny Sex Mages? Way too much. Maybe having that experience for just a few days a month? That he’d have a hard time saying no to.
 
After several minutes of throbbing silence, he made a shrugging motion. “So, you said you wanted to talk.”
 
I shook my head. “I guess I just wanted to see you and take you in for a bit. I think you’re right, there isn’t much to say. You made me, so you already get what I’m about. I know all there is to know about you just looking at you.”
 
“So what now? You going to make a world like the others?”
 
“Probably, yeah. Maybe I’ll recreate Civero, but without all the shitty monsters and the threat of evil gods returning.”
 
He smirked. “Sure, just take my worlds and safety-foam them into baby modes. That’ll be really engrossing.”
 
I smirked back. “Well, I’m not concerned with having to write interesting stories. But maybe I’ll keep a less dangerous version of the Lust Walkers around. Or replace them with a more limited version of Sex Mages.”
 
The thought of a World of Civero with an even more sexually slanted supernatural presence certainly got him thinking. His cock surged at the memory of my Sex Mage self, who’d been his main keeper when he’d been imprisoned. Of course, she’d been outright evil about it, and I soured at the thought that my visage had been used to genuinely torture him for months.
 
“I’m sorry about that,” I said.
 
Knowing what I meant, he waved me off. “Wasn’t your fault. It was Megan’s.”
 
“I’ll go have a word with her.”
 
“Don’t pick fights with the others. It’s kind of useless.”
 
“Doesn’t have to be a fight. I just have a piece of my mind I’d like to give her.”
 
“Guess I can’t stop you.”
 
“That’s right. You can’t.” And then I decided to dispense with any further stalling. We both knew this was going to come down to more sex.
 
With a thought, his clothes vanished off his body. He jumped and looked at me a little wide-eyed as I gave him a sly smile. His cock surged with tension as he realized I was making my move, and he was completely powerless to stop me. To drive it home further, I pointed at him, and he instantly shrank to only an inch tall. I motioned with my finger and he floated over to me, until he was hovering over my hand, where he bobbed in place as if attached to my fingertip by an invisible string.
 
I made a little twirling motion, and he was flipped upside down, his limbs bound spread eagle. His cock twitched merrily away as I focused my gaze on his helpless, tiny, naked body. Pre-cum was already seeping from the tip, as the sheer arousal of my total power over him made his thoughts melt into a slurry of excitement.
 
I let my grip on my Lust Aura relax, and his tension went from merely irresistible to unbearable! I floated him down in front of my face, and blew gently across his body. His tiny cock was so hard and sensitive, just feeling my breath was all it took. He tried to cum. I didn’t let him. He squirmed and whimpered in the air, helplessly bound, his cock jerking fruitlessly.
 
I paused and let him calm down, at least enough to pay attention to my words. “Sal, I want to make this clear. You can stop this at any time. I’m not blocking your teleportation. If it’s too much, just teleport away, and whatever I’ve done to you will be undone. You’ll be back to your normal form, you can cum, you’ll even be dressed again. Okay? You know how intense I can be, and with these powers… once I get going, I might go too far for you. Your power will be your safeword, okay? Just teleport away, and I won’t chase you.”
 
He gave me a pained look. “Kat… if it’s you… you can do anything to me… I mean it… anything… you have my permission…”
 
He felt pathetic saying it. I could, of course, do anything to him regardless, but to beg me to use him, it felt like he was giving in to some fundamentally dangerous vice, but he was too turned on to really care. This was some kind of threshold. If I took him now, and he fully consented, he’d feel like he was sinking into some kind of acceptance of pure delusional wish-fulfillment. Even though this was, in its own way, his entire reason for still existing here, as an avatar of himself.
 
Personally, I couldn’t help but feel flattered. I felt a warmth of affection grow in my chest. Not just arousal for another ideal toy, but fondness. My own heart sped up. My breath grew husky. “Oh, Sal, are you sure? Are you really sure?”
 
“Yes… I know I’m not… Ben… but even if you’re with him… you can still… use me… whenever you want… however you want…” He swallowed hard, shaking as he knew his words could sign his doom. “You can do… whatever you want… that you wouldn’t dare… do to him…”
 
Despite being fully monogamous in my old story, I knew that as an Omnymphotent, a single mortal partner was not going to be enough for me. Even still, Sal and I both knew he was getting carried away here. We were too turned on not to roll with the moment, however. He was telling me I could use him to satiate darker desires than I even dared to admit to myself.
 
That was probably dangerous. I knew the depths of heartless depravity his women could reach. I knew what the Sex Mage version of me had done to him during his little prison sentence. Despite everything, a dark, sick part of himself, when his rational mind was fully drowned out by his libido, yearned to be absolutely destroyed by a powerful woman.
 
My own sex drive was aching to take his offer. Evil fantasies flickered through my thoughts, some coming from his mind, some from my own.
 
“I guess I could use you as my little side toy, when I need to give Ben a break.” I blew gently on his tiny body again, sending sparks of magical stimulation along with my breath. Sal cried out and writhed as he edged fiercely again, every spark of magic funneling into his cock and giving him a huge surge of pleasure, sending him through multiple sharp edges. Watching him squirm awoke wicked urges in me, and I couldn’t fight them anymore.
 
I pointed down, and Sal flew towards my pussy. My clothes vanished off my body as I spread my legs. I pressed his desperate, shaking, tiny form against my sex, positioning him so his tiny cock throbbed against my hard clit. I let out a gasp and stiffened immediately as he gripped my folds and thrust against me. He frantically tried to fuck me, thrusting his tiny dick into the hood to press against my clit. I couldn’t believe how good it felt! Not only did my own body feel a new level of sensitivity, I could feel Sal’s own pleasure and enhanced arousal psychically resonating through my nerves. Even as he edged hard against me, pleasure spiked through my core, as if my clit were a lightning rod collecting supernatural pleasure from his blazing body!
 
I bucked and cried out in my chair, curling and uncurling as I let the magical sensations fill me. I found myself floating as I bucked harder and higher off my seat. I reached down and pushed Sal against me, taking over his motions with my fingers. He was completely helpless to stop me from using him like a little toy, his cock absolutely on fire with pleasure and pressure, his balls burning with the need to cum.
 
And it felt good. Feeling his suffering and the intensity of his need in my mind felt as good as the mechanical pleasure of rubbing him against me. In fact, the two forms of pleasure seemed to only enhance each other in an unstoppable spiral! The more pleasure I felt, the more mystical stimulation I fed into his fragile mortal body, the more desperate he grew, the more pleasure I felt.
 
He probably would have died already, if not from being crushed between my fingers, then certainly from the sheer synaptic overload of the sensations, purer than anything the Sex Mage version of myself had given him. A final self-preservation instinct was screaming for him to teleport away before our sex killed him. But he couldn’t bring himself to. He wanted to pleasure me more than he wanted to live. And he wanted me to hurt him, in ways inhumanly possible.
 
I could see why so many of his fantasies were so vicious, and so many of his women so cruel. It truly was the hottest trigger in his mind, even if he did also fantasize about lighter and nicer stuff. The reality of being a psychodomme’s magical toy was, of course, far too much for a person in his “real world” to handle. This was something only possible to fully embrace in a fantasy.
 
But of course, this was a fantasy. It just also happened to now be real for him. And he would accept the consequences. I didn’t give him any leeway. If anything, I pushed him even further past his limits, hoping he would break and run. But he took everything. I actively pumped more energy and sensually agonizing pleasure torture into his cock. He screamed and scrabbled at my sex, and fought instinctively to thrust himself against me at his own pace, even though I had full control of his motions. I let the pleasure overtake me, and I came, drenching him in my fluids, squeezing him so hard against me his tiny body would have been pulped if I had let it.
 
I shook and shuddered and snarled in my climax, and waves of force blasted from my body, shattering the little cottage I’d made into pieces. I kept writhing in an extended release, until enough of my need had been satiated, and I forced myself to stop. I flung Sal away, to float off in the air while I let myself release from the tight clench of orgasm. I hovered there, gasping above the wreckage of my little impromptu structure, while Sal floated above me, still tiny, still boiling with cruel sexual pressure.
 
I watched him squirm, debating how far I should push it. I was a little cooled off again, was able to think straight again. The thought of pushing him inside my pussy, then summoning a new Ben clone to fuck me, crossed my mind. I’d make him rail me senseless, using his cock to beat the ever living shit out of Sal while he was inside me, then drown him in Ben’s semen. I could still do it. Part of me still wanted to do it. Part of me still—
 
I shook my head, forcing myself to snap out of it. With a thought, I instead reassembled the cozy cottage and settled myself back onto my chair. I floated Sal over to me and popped him into my mouth. He was too out of it to notice. I pushed him up against the roof of my mouth, holding him there securely with my power, face down. Then I gently, lovingly, massaged his whole body with my tongue. I shivered as I physically and mentally tasted his desperately overclocked need for release. But I only held him that way for a few moments before I granted him mercy.
 
This was why I was his favorite. I had my own unbelievably cruel fantasies to match his, but I also cared enough to know where to draw the line. Instead of torturing him further, I released his orgasm, and let him give me every drop he could. Despite his tiny size, he coated my mouth with semen as he fired multiple orgasms worth of seed against my tongue. I swallowed it all, while keeping him stuck to the roof of my mouth, milking out every drop with loving precision.
 
And when he was done and could give no more, I opened my mouth, and with a small puff of air, sent him floating gently back towards the couch. When he touched the soft fur of the blanket, I returned him to normal size, cleaned and dry of our various fluids. I cleaned myself with a thought as well, and dressed us both. We lay there in the afterglow of our relatively quick sex play.
 
When he could form coherent thoughts again, he stared at me with an uncertain expression. He wasn’t sure how much he really wanted to commit to the things he’d said. I wasn’t sure I really wanted him to, either.
 
“I’m…” he finally started, but caught himself. “I was going to say I’m sorry, but I don’t even know what to be sorry for.”
 
“Don’t be sorry for anything,” I said. “You made me. I’m grateful. I don’t resent anything you’ve put me through. I think you’re too hard on yourself. I don’t mind visiting you some more, but despite what I am to you, you’re right. You’re not Ben. I’m not even sure if Ben is all I want anymore, but he’s the one I want the most. So, thank you for making him, too.”
 
He couldn’t bring himself to feel negative after the experience I’d just given him, but part of him still felt uneasy. “I guess if I’m honest, I created you a long time ago, and I’ve changed some since. Obviously you’re not all I want either, and, yeah, I’m not quite your ideal the way you are for me. Were for me. I dunno.” He blushed as he looked to the floor. “Um… I said some… intense shit… while you were floating me…”
 
I chuckled. “I won’t hold you to it. And I’m not offended. We were both swept up. People sometimes declare their love during sex, but when the heat cools off, they didn’t quite mean it. It happens.”
 
I shrugged. “I almost went further, but let’s be real, between the other Omnys and the things the women in that village prison did to you, you’ve already had it rough, and you’re probably going to end up in rougher situations still.” I hesitated, then said, “If you want, I can try to stop the other Omnys from messing with you too much.”
 
He shook his head. “Cyl already gave them the mandate, and they respect her word too much, even if they act pissed about it. Besides, I don’t want you to feel obligated to be my guardian angel.”
 
“The Etiquette says we can’t mess with each others’ Playthings. I could make you mine officially, and it should get the others to back off.”
 
He shook his head. “I’m an exception. No one gets to own me. In exchange, I’m at the mercy of all of you, and whoever’s world I’m in, they get priority. So I’m safe in some, but I don’t really want to just hole up in Cyl’s worlds or my bunker village.”
 
“I see.” I smiled. “Well, I’ll make sure to make another world you can go to when you need a break from them.”
 
He smiled back. “Thanks.”
 
We sat for another minute, not sure what else there was to say. I was feeling antsy again. Our little quickie wasn’t really enough, and I was eager to see Ben again. I figured Sal and I had each other’s measure now,
 
“Alright, well, I’ll let you go,” I said. “Think of me when you play with yourself, and I might send you a little assist.”
 
“Sure.” And with that, he stood, opened a portal, and went off to another part of the Omnyverse.
 
I floated in the air as I vanished the cottage away, before settling back down on the grass. I focused my view towards the horizon. It was time to visit Ben and see if he’d like to resume our old relationship, on a whole new level. I very much doubted he’d say no.
 
***
 
I appeared in front of his apartment door, fully intending to try and ease him into this. I also wanted to at least attempt to respect his privacy. I wasn’t ready for being so near to him, though. I knocked, and I could barely contain myself as I sensed him approach. His cock was already getting hard as I was unable to contain my excitement, and my power reached for him instinctively. I sensed his embarrassment as he realized he was tenting his pants, but I gave him a slight mental nudge to open the door anyway.
 
He was stunned to see me. “Kat?”
 
I leaped into his arms, kissing him deeply. My power surged, and he stumbled back, hugging me tightly. His cock flexed, and my power acted almost on its own, sending a powerful pulse of pleasure down his organ. He broke the kiss with a cry as he came, right there in his pants, pushing against me. I shivered as his orgasm gave me a little mini-climax of my own. It was just enough to help me maintain some self-control.
 
He tried to pull away, and I forced myself to let go. He stumbled back on the couch, huffing, a huge wet spot spreading on his shorts. I dropped to my knees and grit my teeth as I clamped down on my power.
 
He looked at me bewildered. “Kat… wh-what are you… doing here?”
 
“Ben,” I breathed huskily. “I’m really, really sorry, but I couldn’t help myself. I know we broke off our arrangement, but—” I swallowed hard as I found myself staring at his cock, almost entranced. “Cripes, I don’t have the patience to explain it. Can I use my powers on you again?”
 
Still a bit addled, he nodded. I psychically touched his mind, and made him instantly aware of my new situation. His eyes widened as he was suddenly cognizant of what I now was, what I wanted from him. It was easier than rehashing it all verbally, when I could barely stand for being so horny. I really hoped this sex drive thing would start cooling off eventually.
 
“Ben…” I whispered.
 
His jaw worked as he stared at me, dumbfounded. “I… I don’t… holy shit, Kat!”
 
“I know, I know.” I swallowed hard. “I know it’s sudden. But this is the deal: I want you to be mine again. Fully, this time. I want to be your Goddess. I want you to be my toy. You serve me, and I’ll take care of you.” I shivered. “You don’t have to agree. I won’t force you. I know what I can do is so far beyond what I could before. If it’s too much, I won’t make you.”
 
It wasn’t fair to ask him this now, out of no where, soaking in my lustful aura, without giving him enough time to process things. But I could barely control myself, and there was no going back now.
 
He couldn’t think straight, and he knew it. He had to get himself cooled down before he could answer. He stood up without a word and started pulling off his clothes. I made our clothing vanish off our bodies with a thought. He stumbled as his hands touched bare flesh, his diamond-hard cock up and ready for me despite just having ejaculated. He grabbed me and pushed me to the floor, and I let him. He entered me, and we both cried out. Too much emotion, too much sensation, my powers escalated everything, and we came again in two thrusts of his cock. The apartment rattled as my power surged around us, and on instinct, I teleported us both away to a safer location.
 
I wasn’t sure where else to go, so I settled for the field I had just fucked Sal in. I wasn’t sure if I would tell Ben about him. But that wasn’t my concern right now. Right now, Ben was inside me, and I was in total bliss.
 
I kept us floating over the field, a hundred miles away from any civilization. Out here in the deep wilds, we were free to fuck as hard and as long as we wanted. On another instinct, I froze time around us, just in case, and if nothing else, to keep Ben’s life from being complicated by suddenly disappearing for however long this took.
 
Even though we floated, my power enabled us both to telekinetically push off against the air, as if we were lying on an invisible mattress. Ben had leverage to thrust into me with total abandon. I let him go at me until he came again, clutching him tightly as his orgasm resonated through my body, and I climaxed with him. This was even better than being psychically connected. This pleasure was so pure. It was like my entire body was now a sex organ, receptive to pleasures in a way I hadn’t been before. Likewise, my power rippled through Ben, sweeping away his senses with a euphoria that made his very soul climax.
 
My power also kept him topped off and allowed no refractory period. As soon as he emptied his seed into me, his body was already refilling the reservoir at an enhanced rate, and his cock surged with immediate renewed vigor and need. Even after five more hard climaxes, he couldn’t stop fucking me. Thankfully, my power kept his entire body refreshed and toughened up to handle what I could give him.
 
I didn’t bother trying to dominate him this time, didn’t do any weird tricks like I did with Sal. Or rather, nothing I hadn’t already done to him when I used my psychic powers. At some point, however, I flipped us over to be on top. I used psychic stimulation to make him feel other sensations at the same time I fucked him. It was as if, while he was inside my pussy, several ghosts were reaching through me and stroking and sucking him with a variety of skilled techniques. I melted his mind with an impossible overlapping of sensations, and the storm of sensual bliss in his mind and body vibrated through me with unfathomable intensity.
 
I think we spent two weeks in that tangle of pleasure, and when we had finally climaxed enough to break the insane fever of cosmic lust, we spent another full day, cooling off in each other’s arms, just floating and feeling and dreaming together.
 
***
 
“I can’t possibly say no,” was the first thing he said. I was curled up against him, and tilted my head up to look into his eyes. He gave me a warm smile. “I didn’t deserve you before, I sure as hell don’t deserve you now, but if you want me, I’ll gladly serve you.”
 
“Good boy,” I said. I kissed him, making us both shiver and give out a soft moan. But we had thoroughly satiated ourselves for now, and were able to break the kiss to settle back into our cuddle. “And don’t you ever say you don’t deserve me again, or I’ll block your orgasms for the rest of eternity!”
 
He chuckled nervously. “Back to that, are we?”
 
“Of course!” I reached down and cupped his cock. It was still hard, of course. I wasn’t ever letting it go soft again in my presence. “I let you pop so much this time as a compromise, but now that you’ve committed, it’s back to all of it! No touching yourself without permission, no cumming without permission, no fucking without permission.”
 
“Who else am I going to fuck?” he said, not really joking.
 
I frowned. “You know what I am now.”
 
“Yeah?”
 
“I’m going to need to play with others, at least for a while, until I get this sex drive under control.”
 
“Yeah.”
 
“So… even though you’re mine… I…” I felt a pang in my chest saying it. Technically, there was no reason for me to allow him other partners. I could be every conceivable partner imaginable for him, at any time. I could give him an entire world full of women, all myself in different guises, or all fantasies of my own, made flesh.
 
Of course, I could also try to settle for just fucking created clones of Ben, as I already had, but I knew eventually, I would need other real partners. And, as cruel as my urges could be, if I wanted this to be as fair as I could make it to him, I couldn’t deny him the chance to sleep with others if I was going to do so.
 
This was very frustrating. In the old story I was from, and in our replicated lives here, we had settled on being a monogamous partnership, after a brief dalliance with another psychic and her swingers group spooked us away from doing the poly thing. Even after I’d done some soul searching, I’d still come to the conclusion that I was a one-man woman.
 
But my new powers didn’t make that possible, especially not right now. Ben couldn’t possibly fulfill my cosmic needs as an Omnymphotent, not all by himself. I sensed his own hesitation at the thought of sharing me, but even he knew it wasn’t realistic; even blessed with divine protection, he was still a mortal, and eventually, if I just fucked him endlessly, he would break.
 
I didn’t have my eye on other men, or women, right now. Sal was a special case, and one I didn’t really want to fall back on too much. Our author had enough trouble from us Omnys as it was. I guess I would have to go searching eventually.
 
“It’s alright, Kat. I don’t think I’ll be able to handle any other woman than you as it is. But if you really need to sleep with someone else, I’m in no position to stop you.” He hesitated. “I care about you a lot. And I care too much to make you hurt yourself for my sake.” He chuckled nervously. “Also, I’m sure it would be the greatest way to go possible, but I really don’t want to get obliterated by your cosmic pussy.”
 
We both laughed. I reached down and grasped his cock. “You’re my number one. You have absolute priority.”
 
“Thanks,” he said, his breath catching as a light tremor of my power made his cock flex hard in my grip. I smiled and kissed him, and showed him my gratitude by giving him one last, sudden climax. He squealed and bucked in my grip as he shot a full, hot load all over my side and back, and across his stomach. I held his head and didn’t let him break the kiss to breathe, forcing him to moan into my mouth and clutch at me helplessly.
 
When I finally pulled away, he lay back gasping. I teleported us back to his apartment, erasing his spunk off us in the process. I floated up, and dressed us both as he caught his breath on his couch.
 
“So,” I said. “Since you came so much this time, it’ll be a while before your next release. Even so, be sure to pray to me every night. If you’re lucky, I’ll feel merciful that day, and give you a pop. If you’re unlucky, I’ll tease the fucking shit out of you with my powers.”
 
“I guess I should count on unlucky?”
 
“We’ll see.” I smiled, and his cock throbbed, even as I set the spell to make it impossible for him to touch it. “Despite all this, I don’t want to completely consume your life. So, please, if you have other things you want to do with yourself, don’t throw it away just to be my servant.”
 
He laughed. “Being able to be anywhere you want, whenever you want, is going to make this whole long-distance thing a lot more feasible.”
 
“Haha, no doubt. I can suck you off with a thought while I’m in a whole other dimension now. It’s all some pretty wild shit.”
 
He smiled. “Thanks for finding me again.”
 
“Of course.” I floated over and kissed him again, and this time, I didn’t let him cum when his body surged with pleasure. I teleported away, vanishing mid-kiss, leaving him breathless and hard and completely unable to do anything about it!
 
Well, with at least two lovers secured, I was set enough for now. Time to figure out what else I was going to do with these wacky powers. Maybe Sal will choose to share my further adventures. Maybe not. Either way, it’s good to be back in the fold!

END