Her body cut through the water with a mermaid’s grace,
slicing through the pool in a perfect freestyle stroke. She wasn’t in a rush,
but a steady aquatic stride had her traveling the Olympic sized pool faster
than most mortals could manage. She allowed herself to feel a bit of the strain
of effort, remembering the few times she’d gotten to swim as a mortal youth.
She still didn’t suffer fatigue, nor the need to breathe, however, and once
she’d swum the full length several times, she dove fully under the water,
drifting about in wide circles for nearly half an hour, just gliding along
pleasantly.
Finally, Whitney arose from the water, floating into the
air, and letting the drops rain down off her naked form. She nodded approvingly
at her latest addition to her Mansion. Placing the new pool in a courtyard instead
of an inside setting had been a good choice. With a final little tweak, she
adjusted and set the “outdoor” weather to be a pleasantly warm afternoon sun to
make the cool water feel just right.
She drifted over the surface to the poolside, where a couple
of her Created servants were in wait, standing at attention near a small table
and chair, complete with a stylish white sun umbrella for cover.
A maid held out a towel, which Whitney floated towards herself,
using telekinesis to brush the cloth over her form. Every swipe of the towel
dried and cleaned her skin with a single pass, snaking around her every inch in
an efficient route, sensually slithering around her curves in a way that
accented her perfect figure. Even her golden-blonde hair was dried, conditioned,
and fluffed into a wavy cascade with one ruffle of the magical cloth.
And once its initial task was done, the towel floated in the
air, spread itself out, and made a single undulation, as if someone had grabbed
one side and waved it in the air with a sharp snap. As it moved, the towel
shifted into a white sundress, freshly laundered. The dress floated over and
slid itself over Whitney, conforming alluringly to her curves. As she
settled herself into the chair, a tap of her foot caused a pair of white high
heels to appear on her feet.
One of her handsome butlers presented her with a cup of warm
and lightly sweetened tea on a saucer. Another butler handed her a newspaper,
neatly folded on a tray. The Lady of the Manor accepted both with a smile, and
her servants politely bowed, stepping back to give her some space as they
awaited further orders. As she used her hands to hold her teacup and saucer,
she floated the paper up and flipped the pages with her mind, skimming the
contents.
It was no ordinary paper. The ink morphed across the page, flickering
through dozens of recent articles from all across Earth and Thrae, Whitney
taking each one in with just a glance. News was largely pleasant these days,
with the Reforms still underway to improve living conditions for both worlds,
though things still weren’t perfect. A couple small natural disasters had
occurred across Earth, while a few countries with long grudges were still
stubbornly rattling their sabers at one another.
Meanwhile on Thrae, a horde of living skeletons had appeared
out of nowhere to make a nuisance of itself across parts of northern Europe,
while some mutant sharks were menacing shipping lanes in the Atlantic .
Empowered from those regions had been recruited to help deal with the problem,
but rumors of rogue sorcerers and supervillain plots were abound.
The Omnys weren’t going to let things get too out of
control, of course, but they also knew paradise was a precarious and elusive goal,
one not achieved by simply snapping their fingers fixing every mortal problem
instantly. Cyl had been right to be more cautious and take it slow this time
around; it gave them plenty of leeway to see how things evolved, and let them course
correct if events started getting out of hand. Members of the Five, in
Empowered guises, were among those dealing with the problems in both worlds,
subtly shifting things with their powers to ensure a minimum of actual
suffering.
Whitney finished her tea, and decided she’d caught up on
enough worldly news. She dismissed her servants, and they all bowed before
vanishing, taking the paper and dishes with them. The elegant blondetook a
moment to wonder how she might further stimulate her neurons today. Perhaps
another jaunt as the Merchant? Go clubbing in her Britney guise? Take in some
culture back in her “home” country of France
As she mulled things over, she suddenly became aware of a
visitor to her World. Another Omny had entered Maison de Labyrinthe, uninvited. Whitney frowned a bit, curious as
to the other woman’s approach. She was quite open to visitors to her miles-wide
opulent abode, and usually her fellow omnipotent nymphomaniacs didn’t feel the
need to try and sneak their way in.
Whitney took a moment to watch what the “secret” visitor was
up to, staying in her seat and keeping an eye on the intruder with the
periphery of her cosmic awareness. A few miles away, slipping in through one of
the many foyers, the other Omny took the form of a living shadow, drifting from
room to room as she slid through walls and emerged from dark corners, glancing
about for a few moments before moving on.
An Omny couldn’t hide her identity from her fellows, no
matter what form she took. Whitney pursed her lips. Illia was one of their
newest, and potentially the troublesome sort. The young Mexican woman had been
a mentally unhinged cartel sex slave at the time of her Ascension, and
lingering echoes of that trauma still laced her psyche. She had taken to
venting her darker impulses by making a world of erotic nightmares, and playing
the part of a salacious monstress in the worlds of the other wicked-themed
Omnys. So what sort of mischief was she up to here?
Most of the Omnys had looked towards the once-crazed girl
with a wary caution, especially after her dubious attempt to mess with the
Ascension mechanic. But watching her now, Whitney could sense a furtive shyness
and a timid guilt. The creepy-themed girl might be up to some mayhem, but her
bearing was more like that of someone just trying not to get caught cutting
through a neighbor’s yard.
Whitney weighed her options. Ascension had cured Illia’s
madness, but the girl been left largely to fend for herself post-empowerment.
Shady had showed her where to go to have a good time, but evidently wasn’t
interested in mentoring the girl. Domina had liked her style, but she wasn’t
interested in making new friends, much less taking someone under her wing.
Feeling too awkward to approach the less wicked Omnys,
caught up in her own misgivings over her recent blunder, Illia had been
skulking about in her corner of the Omnyverse, fretting over what to do with
herself. Even after making a World of her own, it seemed she ached for a
contact she wasn’t sure how to make.
Well, Whitney was nothing if not social. If Illia was
interested in her World, what more excuse did she need to extend a welcome? The
elegant blondevanished from the poolside, and reappeared in one of the scattered
basement sections of her Mansion. Dimly lit with a Victorian décor, the large
room gave off the contrasting vibes of a dark, yet comfortable space, tucked
away from the rest of the mansion for couples to have more private trysts.
Illia knew she’d been caught as soon as she’d entered
Whitney’s Mansion, but the last few Worlds she’d visited, their creators had
either not been present, or had been content to let her flit through and leave
without saying anything. The Lady of the Manor, it seemed, was not going to
ignore her.
Whitney stood in the center of the room, smiling pleasantly
towards a dark corner, where Illia’s incorporeal shadow was tightly curled.
From the darkness, two green eyes came into view, glowing eerily, but Whitney
wasn’t intimidated.
“Welcome, dear,” said Whitney with a warm, inviting tone.
“You needn’t creep about in my Mansion’s corners. If you want a tour, I’d be
happy to show you around.”
The shadows rippled, until Illia’s human form took shape.
Thin, brown-skinned, with long messy black hair draping down her front to
partly obscure her face. She wore only a stylish black teddy, whose sheer
material left nothing to the imagination once she stepped out of the shadows.
“My apologies,” the dark girl said softly. She stood,
hugging herself, and turned slightly to the side, looking away. After a moment’s
pause, she glanced up at her as she said, “I’m not looking to make mischief.
I’ve just been a bit curious to see how the other side lives.” She took a long,
meandering glance about the room. “You have a very nice World.”
“Thank you,” Whitney said with an appreciative smile. “I
keep working on it here or there, but I like to make it welcoming to all who
visit.”
“You have a variety of good tastes,” Illia said, her voice
still a soft whisper. “I like how you’ve organized the different sectors. Very
thematic.”
Whitney’s smile maintained. “Thank you again. You needn’t be
in such a haste to take it all in, however. I would be happy to escort you at a
more comfortable pace.”
Illia’s gaze drifted to meet hers. Whitney could sense the
nervousness in her, but the dark girl’s body language was that of a somewhat
detached specter. How much of it was a front, and how much of it was her
natural quirks was hard to tell. After another long pause, Illia said, “If you
are certain. I do not wish to impose.”
Whitney gave a small shake of her head. “Hardly. I didn’t
have anything planned for the day.”
“Hmm. Then I shall accept your offer, and apologize once
more.” Illia made a small bow.
“If I may be forward, you needn’t put on airs,” said
Whitney. “This isn’t a palace.”
Illia’s gaze met hers, and she made a small pout. “Just
trying to be polite.”
“I appreciate it,” said Whitney. “But you can relax. If you
aren’t seeking trouble, you’ve no need to be worried around me.”
Illia shifted her weight, and she hugged herself a bit
tighter. “I simply wish not to overstep. You are a Progenitor. And you are a
primary paramour to Cylhouette.”
Whitney chuckled. “Cyl is not going to punish you for
associating with me. We don’t have that sort of relationship, and she’s not
that kind of person. She can come off as intimidating when she’s on duty, but that’s
because she takes her responsibility to the Omnyverse very seriously.”
Illia gave a single slow nod. “I deserved and accept the
scolding. But it seems I left a bad impression all around.”
Whitney returned a soft smile. “Well, I won’t say you didn’t
give us some concern, but you’re hardly the first of us to make a mistake.”
“Yes. I’m aware of your histories.”
“Indeed,” said Whitney. “The important thing is how we
recover and learn from them. In this case, the potential crisis was averted,
and things did work out in the end. Osha certainly doesn’t regret the outcome.”
Illia’s gaze drifted to the side, as if staring past the
walls to an invisible horizon. “I haven’t even spoken to her.”
“I haven’t had the chance, either, but I’m sure she would be
open to it.”
“Perhaps.”
Whitney gave a small shrug. “Up to you. But something else
you should know: though I appreciate your respect for your elders, most of us
Progenitors consider this reality a fresh start for ourselves. We had mortal
lives here until we Ascended, same as you. You are not lesser in status just because
you Ascended a few years later than us.”
Illia paused, as if mulling over something, then drifted her
gaze upwards again. “If that is your feeling, then I shan’t push the point.”
“Very good.”
Illia let her arms slowly slide away, as if forcing herself
to relax. “Even still, perhaps I would do well to blend in a bit better to your
theme. When in Rome
She paused for a moment, then noticed Whitney’s shoes. She
floated up a few inches off the floor and a pair of black stiletto heels
appeared on her feet, as dark stockings materialized over her legs. She settled
back down onto the floor, looked to Whitney and curtseyed. “Thank you for your
welcome.”
Whitney clapped her hands together with a wide smile. “You
look gorgeous, my dear! Oh, but you really needn’t dress up just on my
account.”
Illia glanced herself over. “It’s been a long time since I
wore a real dress. It feels nice.” She frowned a bit in thought. “Nice is good,
once in a while.”
“I can’t disagree,” said Whitney. She held out a hand.
“Come. Let me give you a proper tour.”
Illia hesitated for a moment, but then stepped forward, and
let the Lady of the Manor take her gently by the arm. The two vanished and
reappeared in another room Illia hadn’t seen yet.
***
For the next few hours, they toured the place, teleporting
to different sections where they would walk around at a leisurely pace. Whitney
let Illia’s arm go when it was clear the girl wasn’t feeling very clingy. But
she stayed close by nonetheless. Feeling more at ease to take in the sights,
Illia would occasionally inspect a particularly interesting piece of décor, or
a painting, or a sculpture, or elaborate courtyard garden, or some other
feature. Whitney didn’t push a conversation, answering Illia’s occasional
question, while only occasionally forwarding one of her own, and accepting what
scant, occasionally cryptic answer the other woman gave.
Finally, Illia seemed satiated with the tour, and Whitney
invited her to join her for tea in one of the sitting rooms. Maids and butlers
appeared to serve them, then took their leave so the visiting Omny didn’t feel
crowded.
Illia eyed her cup for a moment before taking a sip. Her
eyes widened a bit. “This is good. But…” She squinted at her drink for a moment
and shifted something in the liquid, then took another sip. “Ah, there we go. A
touch of honey completes it.”
Whitney gave a bemused smile. “For a moment, I thought you’d
add a little blood.”
Illia smiled back, not at all put off. “On rare occasion, I
am want to have pretensions of not
being a freak.”
Whitney nodded sagely. “A break from the routine is nice
sometimes.”
“Mmm.” Illia gazed at the tea again. “Funny. I only just
realized. I don’t believe I have actually eaten or drank any real food or
beverage since I Ascended. Such concerns must have slipped my mind.”
“Goodness, that’s one of the best bonuses of being an Omny!”
said Whitney with a chuckle. “You can eat anything you like, and never worry
about the health risks!”
“A good thing to keep in mind,” said Illia. She paused and
looked upwards, considering for a moment. “I guess I have eaten a few things,
just not of a typical mortal’s pallet.” She drifted her gaze back to Whitney,
her expression just slightly pensive.
“I’m not squeamish,” said Whitney, giving her a wink. “I’ve
had my taste of unnatural meals, too.”
Illia hesitated, then said, “I wasn’t speaking only of
semen.”
“I know,” said Whitney with a laugh. “Though I will say, I’ve
sucked down enough of that to fill a
lake by now!”
Illia made the start of a smirk, knowing the other Omny
wasn’t being the least bit metaphorical. “Just a pond’s worth for me.”
Whitney took a dainty sip of her own tea, returning the
knowing smirk. “You’ll have an ocean in you before you know it.”
“Mmm.” Illia frowned again, staring into her half-finished
cup, gazing at her shadowed reflection in the liquid’s surface. “Thinking on
it, I feel as though I’d had a pond’s worth before I’d even Ascended.” Her
frown deepened a bit.
Whitney’s smile turned sympathetic. “I understand you had a very
brutal life. For what it’s worth, I apologize for my part in facilitating it,
as a Progenitor.”
Illia, eyes still on her cup, shook her head slowly. “You
could not… well, I suppose you could
have predicted such an outcome of your shared act of creation. Though I know my
specific torment was not directly planned. You recreated the Earth as you knew
it, flaws all included. You could
have made a world where such crimes never took place, but you needed a familiar
foundation upon which to rebuild your fantasy. I do not hold that against you.”
The dark girl slid her gaze back to meet Whitney’s. “Besides,
you all fell victims to the risks of your own creation. You, most of all.”
Whitney nodded. “Our mortal lives were largely formalities,
but we did live them as much as you lived yours. And yes, though it was not on
the level you experienced, I was also brutalized by hard men. A few women, as
well, who used me to take out their anger at their own powerlessness.”
Illia pondered that. “I never got to entertain other women.”
“In some ways, they were worse. They knew how to hurt a girl
in ways the men never thought of.”
The two omnipotent women sat for a long moment of silence,
reflecting on mortal pains, long distant but easy to recall. Trauma did not
stick easily to an Omnymphotent, but their human experiences had still had a
part in shaping their personalities as Goddesses.
“Still,” said Illia in a near whisper, looking back down. “I
imagine what I went through yet pales compared to the histories you lived
before.” She flicked a furtive, studious glance at her hostess.
Whitney didn’t lose any composure, though past her pleasant
smile, the warmth in her eyes cooled just a bit. Illia held her gaze for a
pensive moment before she broke off, looking to the side with a frown. “Sorry.
I forgot you wish those old lives forgotten.”
The elegant blondegave a single nod. “Apology accepted, but
I will thank you to not bring them up again. I suppose we can never really
forget them, but it’s not a topic most of us care to dwell on.”
Illia nodded, still looking downwards. “I had not meant that
as some passive-aggressive aggravation.”
“I know. I appreciate that you were being sympathetic.”
Illia looked back up again, still pouting a bit. She let out
a shaky breath and set her cup down as her hands shook slightly. Whitney took
note. Perhaps this young Omny, truly young compared to her, was still more sensitive
to the memory of her mortal trauma. Whitney, despite a desire to live free of
past baggage, could not simply undo the steeling of her own mind against such
anxieties. She had lived many long lives. She had experienced several universal
apocalypses. She had escaped the ire of the Dark God. She had survived it all,
and gained a stoic strength that carried through, even in a new life where
those experiences were kept in a distant corner of her cosmic memory.
Perhaps Illia would eventually grow a similar level of
strength, but for now, Whitney could see she was still a girl shaking off old
nightmares. Ascension had cured Illia’s insanity, but maybe the Progenitors
were overestimating how much the mysterious phenomenon of erotic exaltation
actually bandaged over the scars of mortal loss. With not even a handful of
truly new Ascensions occurring since the Omnyverse was reborn, they didn’t yet
have much basis for comparison.
One thing was true of them all, though. For all their power,
the Omnymphotents were still human in the ways that counted. Whitney reached
out her hand, and gently clasped Illia’s. The tremble was slight, but
undeniable. She sent a tremor of psychic warmth to the other girl, and gave her
hand a comforting squeeze.
Illia looked at Whitney’s hand for a long moment. The
trembling slowly stopped. She looked up to Whitney, and the guarded tension
eased up. Illia brought her other hand forward, closing it over Whitney’s.
“You’re very kind,” she whispered.
Whitney just smiled back, letting the girl take things at
her own pace. After a moment, Illia raised Whitney’s hand and delicately kissed
it. Then she looked to the elegant blond, holding her gaze as she weighed her
desires. Hesitantly, she leaned forward, and Whitney met her half way. Their
lips met in a soft kiss, and that familiar tremor of erotic energy passed
between them. Pleasure flickered through their bodies like delicate fingers
lovingly caressing down their curves.
Illia pulled away first, and Whitney let her go, maintaining
her warm smile. The dark girl’s jaw worked for a moment, before she said, “I… I
haven’t… with another Omny…”
Whitney raised a curious eyebrow. “Really? Not even with
Shady?”
“She and I played with mortals together, but we’d only
fooled around a bit. Domina was only interested in a torture session, and I was
not willing to oblige. And Megan was simply not interested.”
Whitney nodded. “Well, I don’t wish to pressure you, my
dear. If you aren’t ready, I understand. But if you’re wanting to try it, I
would be happy to be your first.”
Illia hesitated, looking to the side once more.
“Unless you’ve some one else in mind?”
The dark girl shook her head. “No, no one in particular.”
She glanced up, almost bashfully. “Not to imply I would simply be settling for
you.”
Whitney made a small smile and shrugged. “We all have to
start with someone.”
Illia swallowed nervously. “If you’re sure.”
“I never make an offer I’m not confident in. I’m sure, if
you’re sure.”
Illia took another moment to mull it over, to simmer in the
welcome warmth of the elegant blonde’s touch. Then she smiled softly, and
kissed her once more.
***
Just to be safe, Whitney transported them mid-kiss to the
Planar Void, the iridescent realm of formless space between all of the Omny
Worlds. She and most of her fellow Omnys had learned by now how to keep control
of their cosmic power during all but the wildest of their love making sessions,
but Whitney knew the Energy Climax was going to be inevitable for the “virgin”
Illia. She’d try to take it slow for the girl, but there was only so much that
could be done to forestall an Omny in her unrestrained passions.
However, rather than hover naked in the void, Whitney also
constructed a room for them, a large bedroom lit by a fireplace, and dominated
by a huge four-poster bed. In the shadows cast by the firelight, Illia’s
glowing green eyes stood out starkly.
The two lay down side-by-side, their hands roaming over one
another as they continued to kiss. Their clothes and shoes faded slowly off
their bodies, letting the two gradually feel their skin come more into contact,
building up the sensual clasp of their bodies, gasping as their bare breasts
were pressed together. Instinctively, each slipped a leg between those of the
other, grinding their moist sexes against one another’s thighs. The erotic
energies sparked hotly between them, and it didn’t take long for the two to
shiver together in the first mini-climax.
Whitney started to gently roll Illia onto her back, and the
girl tensed up for a moment. Whitney stopped pushing, but continued her kissing
and caressing, until the dark girl relaxed, and let herself roll back. Whitney
followed her, sliding her legs over to straddle her, then morphed her body to
face the other way, putting the two in a 69. She kissed and licked at Illia’s
sex, while the dark girl did the same to her. As Omnys, with sexually-optimized
bodies, their flesh thrummed with pleasure from giving as well as receiving,
feeling sensual ecstasy on the tongues as well as their clits. Licking each other
sensually sent pulses of pure pleasure through both ends of their bodies, and
the two shuddered in a series of full climaxes as they ate one another out for
a full hour.
Halfway through, Illia pushed Whitney on the side, and the
blonde complied with letting the dark girl be on top, the two not ceasing their
expert cunnilingus. Illia had played with far fewer women than men, but her
physical technique was no less skilled than Whitney, her cosmic awareness
intuiting exactly what the older Omny liked. Her manipulation of the energy,
however, was less certain, less focused, and Whitney held off overwhelming her
new partner with her own more refined control. The elegant blonde let the dark
girl feel things out naturally, and the two shivered in climax together.
But then, as Whitney tried to shift position and roll back
on top again, Illia stiffened. The dark girl’s grip tightened, and she
forcefully resisted Whitney’s attempt to shift. Whitney eased back her push,
and this time morphed herself to be face-to-face with Illia again, switching
their lips so she was kissing the dark girl passionately once more.
Illia didn’t lean into the kiss, however. She pulled back,
eyes shining brightly as she narrowed them, her lips curled into a sneer. The
dark girl’s body began to morph beneath Whitney, growing in size, and altering
its shape. A great, bulbous mass swelled up from her lower back. Long, spidery
legs sprouted from Illia’s sides. Her face distorted, long fangs extending from
her mouth, as her eyes multiplied into an asymmetrical set of eight. Her human legs extended and bent crookedly,
and the spidery limbs latched onto Whitney’s human form, three-fingered,
serrated claws biting into the blonde’s human skin. Wiry, sticky threads burst
from the end of the rounded abdomen that had grown like a smooth tumor out of
the dark girls’ back. Thousands of hair-thin tendrils wove themselves into
thick cords that then snaked around Whitney’s form, binding her down to the
large bed, half-mummifying her with her limbs spread eagle.
Illia’s multiple eyes blazed as she snapped her face
forward, driving her fangs into Whitney’s mouth, the points digging into the
soft tissue of her throat, even as her lips contorted around them to press
passionately against the blonde’s. She grinded her still-human sex against
Whitney’s, roughly scraping their clits together. The world around them began
to warp and whirl like a myriad of liquid paints being swirled together in a
bucket, the colors not mixing, just endlessly twisting and coiling around one
another in a senses-rattling snarl.
Whitney let it happen. Neither Illia’s claws, nor her fangs,
actually hurt her, and the sexual resonance between them still sent pulses of
pure pleasure through both their bodies as their sexes and mouths pressed
together. The twisting of the world around them had no adverse effect on
Whitney’s senses, her cosmic awareness anchoring her sense of presence, her
mental fortitude undaunted by the acid-trip distortions that would have sent a
mortal’s mind reeling within seconds.
She sensed no actual malice from Illia, just that the girl
had gotten so caught up in her pleasure, that she had morphed and bound the
blonde almost on instinct. Illia pulled back and gazed down at Whitney, eyes
flickering as she came again, this climax so strong, her spidery limbs rattled together
as she shuddered. The orgasm briefly stunned the dark girl for a moment, and as
she paused to catch her breath, she looked down at Whitney, and had a moment of
clarity.
She glanced around, eyes widening, as if just noticing her
altered form. She raised her human hands, noting that the fingers had converted
into serrated blades to match her claws. Her gaze drifted down to Whitney, tied
up beneath her, and the glow of her eyes dimmed a bit as she hugged herself,
her extra spidery legs curling inwards a bit. She didn’t let go of Whitney,
though, didn’t move to get off her or free her. She stared down at the blonde,
her mutated face a blend of anxious emotions.
Whitney remained calm, gazing up at her studiously. Illia
felt the crazy notion that despite being bound up, the elegant blonde was the
one in control. The dark girl trembled for a moment, and shifted her gaze away
warily, the right side of her face shifting back to human.
“I… I don’t…”
“You really dig the scary stuff, huh?” said Whitney, softly.
She snapped the chords around her right arm simply by raising it, and caressed
the left side of Illia’s face, the side still sporting the spidery fang and
extra eyes.
The girl breathed shakily. “I had not meant to… shift like
this…” She raised one of her clawed hands again, staring at the blades as the
light of the fireplace and her own eyes glinted off the jagged edges. “Curious…
do I not know how to do it otherwise…? Have I forgotten already?”
Whitney caressed her warped cheek. “Would you like me to
show you…?”
Illia’s grip tightened, the spidery claws gripping her skin
in a way that would have sliced clean through mortal flesh. But Whitney wasn’t
fazed. “Or perhaps,” she said. “You’re seeking something else?”
They lay there for a long moment, staring at each other, before
Illia looked away. “Sex had always… hurt… when I was mortal. Even when I
stopped caring about the pain… then I just became numb.” She shivered. “Since
Ascending, I’ve wanted, I’ve yearned,
for the pleasure. I’ve experienced ecstasy so many times, but it’s always…
tainted… by this.” She held up a clawed hand again. “I’ve tried to do it the normal way, but it always… I always… fall back on this…” She stared
at Whitney through the gap between her bladed fingers. “This is the only way it
works for me. Even the kinder Playthings, I have to put a little scare in them.
I have to hurt them, at least a bit.”
“Still trying to punish those who hurt you?” said Whitney.
Illia paused a long time before saying, “I suppose so.”
“But it’s too easy, perhaps,” said Whitney. “Now, you can
just make it happen. It isn’t cathartic. It just is.”
Whitney pulled Illia down and kissed her, and the dark girl
shifted her face back to human to enjoy the tender touch. But partway through,
Whitney’s hand curled into a fist, yanking her head back harshly. Illia, put
off guard, wasn’t prepared for Whitney to bodily flip her over, snapping all
her bonds and shoving the larger woman onto her back, despite the lack of leverage,
and the dark girl’s spidery form being more massive.
Whitney’s own form shifted, becoming broader, more muscled,
soft feminine features morphing into hard masculine ones, a mighty, steely hard
penis rising up from between her legs. Illia’s heart started racing as the now
male Whitney, his handsome face cut through with an ugly scar down one side,
grinned wolfishly down at her.
“This isn’t my usual style, but I am willing to accommodate.
Tell me if I’m wrong, little girl. You want to punish someone, but someone who
can push back. Someone who isn’t going to be afraid, no matter what form you
take. You want to break someone who makes you strain with the effort.”
Illia’s face shifted to monstrous again, and the acid-trip
distortions swirled around them in erratic, gnarled spasms. Whitney used her
strength, pushing off against the air to crush the dark, monstrous girl into
the bed, until it broke beneath them. With a thought, Whitney made the bed
vanish, leaving the two laying on the carpeted floor. Illia gasped, and her
monstrous form faltered. Whitney clamped her power down on the dark girl, and
with her greater skill, she locked down Illia’s abilities, truly binding her
down, and forced her back into her human form.
Illia’s eyes blazed with green light and she growled at the “man”
above her. She savagely clawed and bit at him as he pinned her down, fighting
to shift out of his grip, but unable to. Whitney just watched with an
uncharacteristically wicked gleam in her eye. And yet, despite presenting a powerful
male tool, poised as though to drive himself between Illia’s open legs, he did
not actually force himself inside her.
Whitney let Illia struggle for several long minutes. The
Omnys weren’t able to tire out from such minor exertions, but Illia eventually stopped
thrashing when she realized that Whitney wasn’t going any further. Huffing and
shivering, the dark girl stared up at the inelegant brute pinning her down,
confusion on her face.
Whitney spoke, his voice harsh and gravelly. “I don’t wish to
hurt you. I don’t wish to force you to relive your nightmares against your
will. But if it will help you process your feelings, I can be your outlet.” He
leaned forward, giving a crooked grin, and his eyes glowed silver to match
Illia’s eerie green glare. “You don’t scare me, girl. You can’t hurt me. You
won’t break me. You can let go. You can really
get it out of your system. Or we can stop now, and go back to a nice cup of
tea. Or you can just leave. It’s all up to you.”
Tears welled up in Illia’s eyes. “You’re too good for your
own good. No wonder the angel loves you.” The words gave Whitney a warm pause,
but still she was braced for what was coming. With a savage burst of power,
Illia shoved the male Whitney back, smashing him into the floor, and warping
her body back to the twisted spidery horror to clutch and claw at the man
beneath her.
Whitney didn’t take it lying down, however, ripping one arm
free from the monster’s grasp, and latching his hand on the spider-things’
hips, forcing his own hips up to drive his turgid, throbbing penis deep into
Illia’s dripping pussy. The dark girl gasped at the sudden, forceful intrusion,
stridulating her fangs as she cried out, but her own desires compelled her to
grind down upon the organ. She threw her full weight down on her prey, crushing
his hips into the ground, rising, then crushing back down. Incredible pleasure
surged between them as their Omny Energies crackled through one another.
Whitney fought back just enough to keep Illia struggling to maintain her dominant
position, perfectly synchronizing his efforts with the pleasurable friction
Illia frantically sought. He bucked and heaved against the grip of her claws
while timing his thrusts to match Illia’s rocking, driving the dark girl to another
orgasm.
Waves of force emanated from their bodies as their wills
clashed against one another, and the room around them was torn asunder. Illia’s
warping illusions were lost among the heady ocean of the Planar Void’s formless
colorscape.
The two Omny’s fought-fucked for days, Whitney holding off
his climaxes to ensure Illia got hers, keeping himself on the verge of breaking
free, even as Illia shifted to different forms and pinned him in all manner of
configurations, many which would have snapped or torn a mortal to pieces. At
times Illia spent more effort simply punching and slashing and biting at
Whitney’s form, every greedy thrust of her sex accompanied by violent strikes,
which Whitney took the full brunt of without giving way. In these moments, she
subtly took more control of their endless fucking, the two competing to see how
long Illia could maintain her tirade before another orgasm threw her off track!
Eventually, however, the constant sex and surging Energies
got to be too much even for Whitney, and he couldn’t stop himself from
occasionally succumbing to orgasm as well! Illia took advantage in these
moments to gain more leverage, and bind the other Omny more thoroughly in her
body, making Whitney actually struggle to regain his previous leverage.
At some point, though, Illia’s feral beatings and forceful
fucking slowed. Her monstrous form started to shrink and de-morph, and at some
point, she was human again, tears of mixed emotions streaming down her face as
she continued to ride Whitney’s ever-mighty cock to dozens more climaxes. No
longer riding him with a bitter fury, she let herself be taken fully by the
pleasure.
Whitney eased back his struggles as Illia shifted back,
going from forceful resistance to gently guiding the dark girl’s motions. He
matched his thrusts to hers in a smooth, steady rhythm. With this, he was
finally able to relax and release as he craved. Illia lay across Whitney’s
chest, kissing him deeply as she rocked her pussy to milk Whitney of dozens of
male orgasms in rapid succession!
Illia continued to cum as well, every fourth or fifth orgasm
from Whitney building up enough energetic feedback to send her over the edge!
Eventually, however, Whitney felt sufficiently caught up, the two took a moment
to catch their breaths.
But they still weren’t done. All their climaxes thus far had
been foreplay, each burst adding to the spiral of Erotic Energies that were
part of an Omny’s very being. The cosmic power was shining and sparking off
their bodies like the corona of a star!
The two wrapped each other in a tight hug, their lips
meeting in a deep kiss. Whitney’s form shifted back to female, and the two
women’s hands roamed over one another’s curves once more. They stayed joined at
the mouths and groins, letting their Erotic Energies form the continuous
circuit, funneling the energetic pleasure through each other in an increasing
maelstrom of pure, cosmic bliss. They went beyond the horizon of mere orgasm,
as their physical bodies broke down, and their very beings became pure erotic
power vibrating through one another. And finally, for the immortal, omnipotent
women, even this pleasure reached an untenable peak, and the Energy Climax was
upon them! The Planar Void boiled around them as they detonated with the force
of a sensual supernova!
***
Whitney was able to coalesce herself first, her body
reforming from a growing mass of silver light. Around her, motes of green
swirled like small emerald stars, and Whitney held out an arm to form a nook
for the light to gather. Illia reformed, curled around the elegant blond,
snuggling into her.
The usual post-climax hangover hit them both, but Whitney
found she was shaking it off easier than before. Practice made perfect, she
supposed! For Illia, however, her first time rattled her about as badly as Whitney
suspected. Maybe even a little moreso. The elegant blondeheld the dark girl
soothingly, occasionally stroking her back, and helping guide her energies to
coalesce more efficiently. Illia just moaned softly, and held onto her like a
life raft adrift in the Planar Voids ocean.
Finally, after many hours, Illia felt sufficiently recovered
enough to pull away. She gently pushed off Whitney, and the elegant blonde
shifted to a cross-legged sit, hovering evenly with the dark girl. Illia let
herself float in a recline, and she stared studiously at her lover.
“That was an interesting experience,” Illia said. “You have
my appreciation.” Her voice seemed slightly flat, as if studying the situation
with a cool detachment.
Whitney frowned, not sure what to make of the cool tone. “It
wasn’t too much, was it?”
Illia shook her head slowly. “It was… cathartic.” She was
silent for another long moment. “Sorry, I’m just… that was new for me. The sex,
the confrontation, the explosive conclusion. I am still processing.”
Whitney smiled softly. “Take your time. The Energy Climax is
a little rough, especially at first. But once we Omnys really get going with
each other, it gets hard to stop ourselves.”
“I see why we cannot simply settle for one another as the
sole solution to satiate our urges.” Illia gazed thoughtfully into the
distance. “Still, the after effects were not as strenuous as I had anticipated.
Neither of the climax, nor the encounter.” She made a small smile as her gaze
slid back to meet Whitney’s. “Thank you.”
“Happy to help,” said Whitney. She unfurled herself and
stretched, letting her muscles enjoy the strain for a moment, before putting
her hands on her hips and smiling at the dark girl. “So. Shall we return to
more comfortable accommodations, or would you like to call it here?”
Illia righted herself, standing evenly with Whitney,
clasping her hands behind her back. “I don’t wish to rudely fuck and flee, but
I confess I could use some time to myself to further settle my feelings.” She
pouted slightly. “I will not impose upon you to be one of your steady lovers,
but it would please me to maintain some contact, if that is agreeable to you.”
Whitney chuckled. “I would find that pleasing as well. My
World is open for you to visit, no need to sneak in.”
“I shall endeavor not to terrify your other guests when I
do.” Illia held a serious expression for a moment, before a sly smile touched
her lips.
Whitney gave a bemused smirk back. “Yes, I would appreciate
that.”
Illia opened her mouth, paused a moment, then said, “I would
also invite you to my World, but I am uncertain if it would be to your taste.”
Whitney gazed across the dimensions to scope out Illia’s
World of Hush Mountain. A seemingly pleasant mountain village that hid creeping
horrors, twisted monsters, and predatory sex demons. A world that shifted
between an uncanny day and a dangerous night. It was a realm design to punish
wicked souls with harrowing scenarios of sexual victimization and brutal
assault. A vindictive world where the once-savaged young woman could vent her
spite on those of her abusers’ ilk.
But Whitney could also see it was a place where innocent
folks with dark fantasies could safely experience the scarousing scenarios the
normal world could never give them. A place to vent dark and twisted urges, in
the hands of a woman who understood the sick fantasies that even decent people
could have.
And Whitney knew all about the need to vent that dark part
of the soul.
“A little rougher than my personal taste, but a clever World
nonetheless,” she said. “Some very interesting creatures.”
Illia shifted a bit, blushing slightly. “Not that clever. I
took a lot of ideas from a couple video games and some horror movies.”
Whitney gave a light laugh. “Oh, we all iterate on ideas
that have come before. Even my Mansion Labyrinth is hardly a unique idea. What
matters is how well you mix and expand on things. I think you’ve crafted a
distinct experience.”
“Thank you,” Illia said again. “You needn’t flatter me,
though.”
“Isn’t it nice to be flattered sometimes?”
Illia blinked and blushed again, a little put on the spot. “I
suppose it is.”
“I’ll swing by sometime,” said Whitney. “Actually, I do have
another World you might enjoy as well. Eros Labs is designed for kinky science
experiments. A few of them can get a little mad.”
Illia’s slight smile returned. “That sounds fun.”
The two floated for another long moment, before Illia made a
slight bow. “Alright, my lady, I shan’t stall your time further. Thank you
again for a lovely encounter.” She reached out and took Whitney’s hand, kissing
the back of her fingers once more.
Whitney bent down and returned a kiss to the dark girl’s
forehead. “Likewise, my dear.”
And with that, the two shifted back to their respective
Worlds, pleased to have an unexpected new partner.
END
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