Devine Domination

In the skies of Apoclypha, Domina hovered invisibly over the fresh ruins of a once-mighty human fortress. Below her, a settlement she had allowed to remain standing for a record three years, was a shattered pile of smoking rubble, splattered red and black with the blood of humans and demons alike. Whilst the remnants of the victorious demon horde picked through the rubble for survivors to further violate in excruciating ways, she willed the scant handful of fleeing humans a temporary reprieve. The refugee’s one remaining sorcerer, a warlock who had forcefully bound a succubus to his service, had commanded his demonic slave to cast a cloaking spell that would hide their group from enemy detection. The succubus’s magic shouldn’t have been strong enough to fully evade the senses of every demonic barbarian and savage beasts prowling the land, but Domina gave the creature’s spell a subtle boost, ensuring total invisibility even from monsters that could directly sense magic.
 
Domina would give the group three days to make it to another settlement of human “survivors”. After that, if they were still lost in the wild wreckage of Apoclypha, she’d spring the succubus from the sorcerer’s mystical bondage, and see if any of the ragged, injured group could survive the creature’s lascivious fury.
 
Watching the fortress fall, and its pathetic human denizens get violated in horrible ways had been a fun little show for the sadistic redheaded Omny. She tasted the pain of the humans, the pleasure of the demons, shivered in mini-orgasms at every brutal death inflicted on either side, even rode the senses to enjoy the raw emotion and sensation from either side, and it was all very pleasing.
 
But as she surveyed the days handiwork, she wore only a dull frown. But there was still a restlessness in her core that wasn’t quite satiated. Something felt a bit off. She had to admit, something had felt off for a little while now. Was she just bored? Omny’s didn’t really get bored, as such, but she did find herself feeling a sense of… longing. An Omny didn’t get bored, but they did, occasionally, crave a bit of variety on top of their usual activities.
 
She felt a stirring in her core, and she brazenly reached down to rub herself. Letting out a sigh, she mentally replayed the events of the demonic steamrolling of the fortress below. Ghostly apparitions of the scenes flickered into view, like holographic recordings of the events. The straggling demons and monsters still scavenging the wreckage started at the appearance of the visions, and fled like roaches away from the battlefield, knowing what would happen if they were caught in a “temporal echo”. A few didn’t quite make it, snagged by the spectral replays, and forced to endure the sensations of what occurred in them, feeling every pain, every twisted pleasure, their bodies brutalized by any damage inflicted on the living and non-living alike. And as the invisible, terrible Goddess above them played with herself to repeating scenes of destruction, her Erotic Essence turbo-charged the sensations of those caught in the replays, forcing them to live through all the damage, to remain fully aware of the mind-numbing sensations even as they were dialed well past mortal tolerance. Even the strongest of the demons to roam the land could do nothing to escape the spiral of sensation when trapped in these terrible echos. Every demon, monster, or human survivor trapped in them experienced a Hell unlike any they had yet seen in the nightmare world of Apoclypha.
 
And when Domina came once more, a full orgasm from her own fingers, a shockwave of power emanated from her body, obliterating the landscape with the force of an atomic blast. The ruins were reduced to a mile-wide crater of cracked glass. The survivors who had been trapped in Domina’s memory-echos found themselves fused into the terrain, still impossibly alive, their bodies melted into splattered impressions cutting through the glassy crater, doomed to experience an eternal orgasm of absolute agony.
 
Her nerves a bit more settled, Domina let out another pleased sigh, the torment of her latest victims a soothing psychic song to her cosmic senses. And yet… she still had a bit of an itch. She wanted more. She wanted… to fuck. Actually, fully fuck, the way only two Omnymphotents could. She was almost surprised as the realization hit her, that it had actually been a considerable while since she had indulged in sex with a fellow Omny. Despite the fact that Omny sex could be overwhelming even for the Omnys themselves, no number of mortals could ever truly take an Omny to that purest state of climax that only another could bring them to.
 
But that… that wasn’t entirely it, either, was it? She was…
 
Fucking hell. Was she actually feeling lonely?
 
Preposterous. She liked the solitude of having her own World to play with. And she was never truly alone, not with Megan always attuned to her. And Megan was even more of an outright hermit than she was! And yet, even the misanthropic nerd she’d used to be had managed to gain companionship, despite herself. Even if that companionship was reluctant most of the time, the fact remained that the little shrimp had at least a couple Omny “friends”, for lack of a better term. She was one of the primary lovers of Jax, the only male Omny yet to emerge, which was quite serendipitous, given Megan was one of the very few straight Omnys. And of course, Megan was one of Shady’s favorite “pester pals”, and for as much as she protested, part of the little geek did occasionally appreciate the trouble-maker’s pestering.
 
And through their connection as Splinters still quite attuned to each other, Megan had become something of a way for Domina to put off socializing with the others, as she vicariously experienced other Omny companionship through Megan’s interactions. Even Shady had stopped pestering her in favor of Megan.
 
But it could only go on so long, couldn’t it? Eventually, inevitably, Domina would need to satiate her cravings directly. The sadistic redhead scowled at the thought of hooking up with any of the other Omnys. She hated them all, of course.
 
Oh, there were other emotions mixed in, certainly. For all their past enmity, she had some grudging respect for the other Progenitors. One could not go through the utter cluster fuck of existential transitions they had had together without feeling a special connection, however begrudging. The fact that they had all killed each other in past timelines, well, Domina gave them props for taking her on. Even the airhead and the rich softy had tried to hold their own against her, at the time, overwhelming power. And of course, there had been that one timeline where all of them had been fissioned off from Megan, a very brief flirtation with a canon quickly abandoned.
 
Gods damn it all! When Domina had joined the other Progenitors in resetting the Omnyverse to its current form, they had agreed to wipe the slate clean between them, and for all of them to forget their past lives. But Cyl had refused to forget. And so had Shady. And for all she had wanted to ignore it, Domina still occasionally thought back to those past realities. Ever since Reignbeau had appeared and beat on her like a drum, hollering nonsense about the sins of another forgotten canon, it was clear that their pasts could not be forgotten.
 
And so rather than forget, they simply didn’t talk about it. It was really all water under the bridge now anyway. Whether out of genuine effort, or it simply happening to work out through serendipity, the Progenitors had all done right by her since the Reset, and she for them in return, if only by way avoiding them.
 
And yet, she still had to remind herself of that sometimes. The old grudge never completely faded. She didn’t really bear the others any ill will anymore, but neither had she desired their company past the barest necessity of being cosmic neighbors sharing this little multiverse of theirs. Frankly, the other Omnys were all just so fucking annoying in their own ways.
 
Forget all the new girls. Too fresh, too flighty, too flakey. Oh, a few of them seemed like they would be fun to break in, but Domina was certain that terrorizing the new meat would not lend itself very well to all that “harmonious co-existence” they were supposed to be about these days. Even Illia had been too timid around her, and had outright refused to let Domina indulge her own wicked impulses on her. As for Megan, she had already thoroughly used and abused her Splinter during a prolonged session of cathartic self-exploration, and that had been enough.
 
So that left her fellow Progenitors.
 
Cyl was, of course, out of the question. Even if past timelines had not posited the two as mortal enemies, even if she did, in fact, respect Cyl more than the other Omnys (if only for her sheer power and utterly relentless will), the white-haired Omny’s beneficent personality was too much at odds to Domina’s wickedness.
 
Whitney’s prim and proper rich girl etiquette grated on her nerves. Even though the elegant blonde didn’t carry herself with the arrogance one might associate with the disgustingly opulent, she had shed most of her own wicked impulses from her past lives, and now was, frankly, just boring in Domina’s eyes.
 
Shady was perhaps the only Omny who even came close to matching Domina’s own evil impulses and aesthetics, genuinely enjoying outright torturing people and forcing them to go past their sexual limits. Sure, she wasn’t usually on Domina’s level; Domina reveled in causing outright pain, while Shady was really just about inflicting inhuman levels of sexual hedonism. But Domina would have considered them compatible, if it weren’t for the fact that the self-proclaimed Devil Queen Omny made it a point to be aggravating, turning everything into a set up for a joke. Domina had engaged in a brief tryst with her shortly after the Reset, only to rage quit the affair when the annoying cunt couldn’t go five minutes without trying to get a rise out of her with stupid pranks and wise-ass remarks. That whole mistake had been another reason Domina had gone so long without direct Omny companionship.
 
Lettie, meanwhile, was a total screwball. Even if the country cutie had cooled down from her wildest impulses, she was too much a manic pixie for Domina to tolerate. How the hell Devi managed to put up with her as the flighty girl’s Domme, she didn’t know.
 
Speaking of Devi, Domina paused as she tried to think of a reason to reject her. She was surprised to come up blank. Despite rivaling her in sheer force of presence, Domina couldn’t think of a time since the Big Bang that the two had exchanged anything beyond the occasional, mutually dismissive glance during the Etiquette meetings. The Indian Goddess was hardly a recluse, still socializing with, and fucking, the other four Progenitors, but for the most part, she seemed content to stick to her own affairs, on her own worlds.
 
As such, Devi seemed the only one Domina didn’t find annoying, if only because she hadn’t had the chance to annoy her yet. Still, there was a first time for everything, she supposed. Domina cast her cosmic gaze across the dimensions to spy upon the Indian goddess, and weigh her options.
 
***
 
Cheers and jeers echoed through the night as two women beat each other to a pulp upon the pale sands of the arena. Torchlight gleamed off the sweat and blood of the two warriors who had climbed to the top of the tournament, taking no healing between six straight matches, but still more than capable of slugging it out for several minutes at a stretch. Even accounting for the benefits of their Goddess’ blessing, their sheer stamina had been what gave them the edge. Their strength, skill, and speed was evenly matched. This was entirely down to a war of attrition.
 
Queen Goddess Devi would not have minded one bit. She had all the time in the universe to sit on her regal balcony, and watch the fight drag out for as long as the two were able. Realistically, even her most powerful Warriors were still mortal, and she doubted the fight would last more than an hour before one, or both, dropped from sheer exhaustion.
 
But the tournament had already been going on all day, as the Warriors whittled one another down to these last two. Her subjects, watching from the stands, did need to return to their duties tomorrow morning. Thus, if a match went longer than ten minutes without a victor, the women were allowed weapons to end the fight quicker. If another ten minutes went by without either warrior falling, the match would be called, and the woman who lost the least amount of blood would be declared the winner.
 
Theoretically, two women could be so evenly matched, and so good at defense, that they would not take a single scratch. But Devi had yet to see it happen.
 
The Goddess Queen of Aztlazon was not particularly a fan of bloodshed for its own sake. Rather, seeing her subjects brutalize themselves to prove their worthiness was just one of the many ways Devi’s desire to be worshipped manifested. Aztlazon was a world built on strength and loyalty and obedience, the women she had created serving her with their lives and livelihoods. They would rip their own bodies apart with their nails and teeth if she commanded, and they would do it without hesitation. She was their Goddess, and that was all the reason they needed.
 
Not that she was so callous as that. Every Warrior that lost was given immediate treatment once they were dragged from the arena grounds, and still allowed a day of reprieve. The shame of failure was punishment enough, as was the knowledge that they had missed their opportunity at the ultimate prize: a night of impassioned lovemaking with their Goddess.
 
That single driving thought was what spurred the last two Warriors to pummel and grapple and claw at one another, their sex’s moistening at the anticipation, even despite the aches and wounds of the fight. Pain and lust and fury and need mixed into an intoxicating cocktail that drove them to a berserk state, both women pounding and tearing at one another harder than any of their previous matches.
 
As the ten minute mark passed, knives of bronze appeared in their hands, and with skill honed into instinct, the two slashed with renewed savagery. Blood arced through the air each Warrior attempted to land a killing blow, but only managed shallow grazes as they whirled and dodged like clashing dervishes. The crowd went silent as the two attempted the only strategy either could feasibly manage: death by a thousand cuts!
 
Another minute passed. Then two. Then three. Both women were painted red from head to toe, both trembling as the last of their strength sputtered. And in one final, desperate move, they lunged at one another, dropping their defense for one all-out attack. Each plunged their knife deep into the other’s chest. They leaned into one another for several long, perilous moments, trying to push each other, and having only strength left to half-stand, using the other as a crutch. Pain and gravity would determine the victor now. The audience held their breaths…
 
…and in the end, both women fell at the same time, their bodies slipping past one another as they passed out together. A beat of silent surprise past, and then a wild cheering sounded as the women in the stands applauded the best tournament they’d seen yet! Never had two Warriors actually tied in the final battle!
 
Devi smiled with amusement. That had been quite the show indeed. And tonight, she would have the pleasure of rewarding two favored Warriors with her divine touch! She stood and raised her hand, and golden light speared down from the Heavens to strike the fallen women. Immediately, they gasped awake, their bodies fully healed and refreshed. Still a little stunned, the two Warriors got to their feet, looking at one another with surprise as they realized what had just happened. But then, as the light faded, they stood at attention, and bowed low to their Goddess, whom they knew they would be seeing in a much more intimate setting very soon. The realization sent their feminine juices trickling down their inner thighs, and it was only the grime and blood they were still covered in that somewhat hid the embarrassing lack of self-control. Not that any of the other women would have blamed them for it.
 
As the two walked towards the arena exit, where a pair of Priestesses were waiting to lead them to be washed and properly prepared to serve their Goddess, Devi gave her subjects a gesture of a blessed night, and she turned to ready herself for a long night of lesbian passion. As she stepped out of sight from her subjects, she instantly teleported to her private chambers, in the golden temple that served as her house. She had a few hours before her champions would be ready, and she was not so desperate that she couldn’t wait for them. Dissolving her godly outfit of golden armor and colorful array of rainbow feathers, she donned a “nightgown” composed of several sheer red scarves woven tastefully around her body.
 
She then turned to find something to fill the time, only to stop short as another godly presence imposed itself into her world. Domina appeared a few feet in front of her, dressed in her usual black dress with golden lining, standing tall with one hand on her hip. A smirk that was physically incapable of not looking condescending graced her lips as she gave the Indian Goddess a once-over.
 
Devi gave no sign of being intimidated. She crossed her arms and matched the redhead’s haughty air and regal bearing. She met the intruder’s gaze with an equal expression of superiority, though her lips turned to a slight, cool frown.
 
Several minutes passed as the two just stared at one another, as if daring the other to speak first. Normally, the two might have gotten locked into an eternal staring match, but Domina had come here to be social after all.
 
“Quite the match out there,” said the redhead. “I’ve set up a few tournaments myself, before, with a similar prize. Although in my case, the winner got to escape my tender loving care.”
 
“What do you want?” said Devi, icily.
 
Domina grinned. Fuck it. Omnys didn’t beat around the bush, especially the two of them. “Your body. Give it to me.”
 
Devi actually raised an eyebrow at that as she realized the redhead was being completely serious. “I… see…”
 
“I’m not going to beg you, or fuck around with seduction games, or anything like that. You. Me. Planar Void. Now.”
 
Devi scowled. “You’ve a lot of nerve.” Walking past Domina, she made a dismissive wave, not bothering to look at her any more. “Go back to your slaughterhouse. You’re not my kind of company.”
 
Domina reached out and snagged Devi’s arm, grasping her wrist. Devi stopped and slowly looked back, giving her a steely cold gaze. “I get it,” said the redhead. “You don’t like the competition. You’re the one on top, and that’s all there is to it. Same with me. But think about it; the mortals, they can’t stop you. Your fellow Omnys, they just let you take the lead. Even Shady, pest that she is, she’ll bend over for you when the action starts.”
 
Devi’s gaze held. “But not for you, hmm?”
 
Domina shrugged, letting go of the Indian Goddess’s arm. “I admit it, I’m a bit of a hot-head. You, though, you’re always cool as ice, aren’t you?” She leaned closer, and the blue of her eyes gleamed with azure fire. “You’ve never really, truly been tested. Never really had the chance to prove your dominance.”
 
Devi’s scowl deepened, and she stood her ground, leaning forward and letting her own eyes glow with amber light. “Do you think I’m so easily baited?” She froze time around them, buffering her World from potentially devastating effects of two Omnys in conflict.
 
“Yes,” said Domina. “Or rather, I think your façade is easier to crack than you let on. See the others, they buy your illusion. But you and I have butted heads before. And do you remember how that little encounter ended?”
 
For the briefest of moments, Devi’s cold features twitched as the long-buried memory of a murderous end flashed through her mind. And in the very next moment, the two women were spiraling through the iridescent cloudscape of the Planar Void, as Devi tore Domina out of her World. Taking the form of a six-armed, golden-armored deva, she hurled Domina back, golden swords flashing into her hands as the redhead slid to a halt in mid-void. Domina stood tall and her grin widened as Devi struck a battle pose.
 
“You dare to bring that up again?” hissed Devi. “I guess there is no making peace with you, is there? But this isn’t that doomed canon. You’ll find no advantage over me here.”
 
Domina held up her hands in surrender. “Just making a point, my dear. Even you have a raw nerve. But I’m not here to fight you. Not like that anyway.” She let her dress fall off her body, brazenly presenting herself in a power pose. “Even I know violence doesn’t solve much between us Omnys. There’s only one real way to prove who is the true Alpha Domme.” She cocked a thumb at herself. “I’m betting on me, of course. I named myself Domina for a reason!”
 
Devi grit her teeth, relaxing her stance, and shifting back to her normal form. “You’re deluded if you think I care about your opinion, Megan.”
 
Domina let out a bark of a laugh. “Cute. But that nerve’s pretty well bandaged over for me.” Once more, she put her hands up in a placating manner. “Look. I don’t exactly like you. You don’t like me. But you know what I would like? A challenge. A real one.” She spread her arms wide. “Lucky you, honey! You caught this Devil’s eye!”
 
Devi sneered. “You want a challenge? Then go try to fuck Cyl. Although I don’t think she’d consider it much of one.”
 
Domina gave another bark of a laugh. “Okay, see, that one stings a bit. Good job. You got me.” She wagged a finger at her. “But you and I both know she’s a total subby, even if she could kick all of our asses combined. Wouldn’t really be the same thing.”
 
Devi pursed her lips. “Point. Then go harass Shady. Give her a taste of her own medicine.”
 
Domina’s grin turned rueful. “It’ll be a while before she’s back on my menu. None of the others will do. You’re today’s special!”
 
Devi let out an aggravated sigh. “And if I refuse?”
 
Domina shrugged. “What, do I need to revert to type? Threaten war between Apoclypha and Aztlazon?” She grinned again, wicked mirth gleaming in her eye. “Actually, that would be rather interesting, wouldn’t it? Do you think your warriors and priestesses could hold their own against my demons?”
 
Devi’s expression, somehow, got even stonier. “Are you really so hard up, you’d throw away the Etiquette, just to try and bed me?”
 
“Just speaking hypotheticals. But perhaps the idea tempts you? Maybe we could do a little foreplay, hmm? Pit our worlds against one another. Or perhaps our champions in another grand tournament? If your World wins, I’ll settle for someone else. If my World wins, you kneel to me.”
 
Devi’s stony exterior flinched just slightly. The sheer gall of this bitch! “I’m not interested in a pissing contest.”
 
“Because you know your stream will fall short?”
 
Devi knew she shouldn’t let the redheaded terror get to her. She should just walk away, and if Domina decided to keep pushing the issue, summon the Five to do their job of enforcement. But that thought stung her deeper than anything Domina had said. Would she really just let her own daughter and a team of young Omny’s fight her battle for her? Would she cry to Cyl to give the bully a spanking?
 
As she glared at the redhead, she felt the kindling of anger start to burn hotter. Despite herself, she did remember, in that lost timeline, Domina beating the living hell out of her, and her fellow Progenitors. Remembered being the first one to buckle under the redhead’s relentless wrath, overconfident in her own strength.
 
But this wasn’t then. In that timeline, Domina had had a clear advantage of power, to the point it took all five of them just to bring her down. In this current reality, all the Omnys were as good as equal, if one actually developed her abilities. And Devi had not been slacking in that. Perhaps she lacked Lettie’s innate gift for gracefully erratic combat skill, but she did have a sheer force of existential will that only Cyl had truly proven her superior to. That only Domina theoretically could match. Theoretically.
 
The redhead drifted closer, slinking through the void space to get intimately close. As she did so, she slowly shifted her form to be larger, attempting to loom over Devi. “Come on, my little goddess. I’ll give you a session you’ll never forget.”
 
Devi immediately matched her height and pushed back, their large bossoms pressing against one another to try and shove the other back, even as they leaned their faces closer in a mutual sneer of challenge.
 
Despite herself, Devi felt the heat in her loins. She tried to convince herself that she had already been excited from the prospect of a threesome with her Champions, that it was just the natural Erotic Essence of two Omnymphotents in intimate contact exciting her. But there was more to it. She realized that a small part of her, a part she had tried to bury along with their memories of old lives, was intimidated by the redhead, despite their theoretically matched power level. The thought was humiliating. Infuriating. She knew she was falling right into Domina’s trap, and she didn’t care. Domina was right. She did have something to prove. And the thought of breaking her in, truly flexing her power to dominate this arrogant cunt, excited her in a way she almost forgotten, too.
 
Domina, meanwhile, felt her own excitement rise with equal speed. The touch of Devi’s body awakened a deep ache she had been denying herself for too long. As furious as Devi was with her own feelings, so, too, did the redhead feel an internal rage at her own sense of weakness. A seething resentment at the realization of how much she did, in fact, crave the company of her fellow Omnys, the curse of need for intimacy that was an Omnymphotents price for cosmic power. The thought she may actually, even if only once in a blue millennium, actually need to rely on anyone but herself, she could barely stand it!
 
As the Erotic Essence formed the unstoppable circuit of passion between them, and the two women, reluctantly, could not help but follow it, pressing their bodies fully against one another, their sneering lips meeting and melting together in a deep, aggressive kiss, the two indomitable women glimpsed one another’s secret shames. And that was the last straw.
 
They pushed against one another. Hard. Clutching each other with planet-cracking strength, they writhed together, connected at the groins and mouths, funneling their power into one another to try and overwhelm each other with both unholy pleasure and sensual pain! Faster than any previous Omny coupling, their bodies broke down into raw Erotic Energy, and they twisted and coiled together, a pair of living stars tearing into one another, screams of forced pleasure echoing across the Omnyverse to startle every other Omny out of whatever they were doing in the moment. Like two cosmic serpents trying to devour one another, they each held strong even as they came repeatedly, venting their divine and damned wraths into one another, and the lines between pain and pleasure, use and abuse, fury and desire blurred into a biblical maelstrom of passion!
 
The shockwaves of their hate-fucking buffered the walls of reality, and the Five quickly set up re-enforcing barriers just to be safe. Cyl herself severed the two’s section of the Planar Void into its own further-removed pocket dimension just in case. The Omnys all watched with baited breath as the Goddess Queen and the Demon Goddess warred and loved for a frozen eon. Just watching had most of them feel the heat well within them, some outright shivering with lust as the two Omnys erotic power still vibrated through the universe. But none dared to look away until it was over. Shady, of course, tried taking bets.
 
But finally, the cosmic storm had to come to an end. With a detonation so powerful, it shattered Cyl’s barrier, and nearly broke the Five’s reinforcements, the Energy Climax reached a peak of existential eruption unmatched since the Big Bang!
 
***
 
For a moment, in the space between the space between Worlds, there was nothing. And then, there was a ripple in the fabric of existence, and two naked women emerged from nothingness. They lay there together, drifting close, but decidedly not touching, for what might have been years. In the timeless space of the Planar Void, their long lingering recovery passed in subjective moments for the rest of the Omnyverse.
 
They both awakened at the same time, glanced to one another, then pulled a few extra feet away. They stared at one another, sizing each other up, and both crossed their arms under their sizable busts to give one another a haughty glare.
 
“I definitely lasted three pico-seconds longer than you,” said Domina, nodding.
 
“Bullshit,” said Devi. “You were already crumbling at least five pico-seconds before me.”
 
The two held the glare for a moment, before both made a small exhalation of amusement.
 
“Well,” said Devi. “I will admit that was… oddly refreshing.”
 
“Same,” said Domina. “I… hate to admit how much I needed that.” She scowled. “So… I… thank you.”
 
Devi gave her a cool appraisal. “I might not be opposed to doing it again. But next time, it will be at my choosing.”
 
Domina grinned. “We’ll just have to see, won’t we?”
 
“Might I advise you to warn the rest of us next time?” Both women actually flinched, still off-guard from their recovery, as Cyl emerged into the Void next to them. The white-haired Omny gave them each a cool look tinged with equal parts amusement and concern. “You two damn near wiped out the whole Omnyverse with that stunt!”
 
Devi blinked, and a quick cosmic glance showed her just how far-reaching the shockwaves of their session had been. The other Omnys had thankfully prevented any damage, but without the Five springing into action, there would have been a lot of collateral damage to fix.
 
“My apologies, Cyl,” said Devi. “I let myself get reckless.”
 
Domina rolled her eyes. “I knew the Five would have it covered. You always do, after all.”
 
Cyl pursed her lips and crossed her arms in imitation of Domina’s arrogant stance. “Domina, I’ll let this slide to make up for the last couple incidents on Apoclypha. But I would advise you not to push it. You do realize you two just killed each other, right?”
 
Devi blinked at that, and even Domina gave pause.
 
“We… did?” said Devi.
 
“Yes. You made love so hard, you just died. You’re fortunate we can regenerate through the Meta.”
 
The two dominant women shared a glance, one a bit more appreciative of each other’s power this time. “Well,” said Domina. “I guess that’s as good a revenge for old grudges as anything.”
 
Devi pursed her lips again. “Sure. Why not.”
 
“So you ladies good for now?”
 
“Yes, Cyl, I’d say we’re fine,” said Devi.
 
“Indeed, I am satisfied,” said Domina.
 
“Well, I’m not!” said Shady, suddenly appearing with a huff. “I demand a rematch! No one bet on a draw, so none of us made out!” She held up a hand, in which were several pieces of paper denoting bets. Even though it was likely she made a random batch of papers appear, Domina smirked to see that her name had been marked more often.
 
Devi scowled. “Whatever, Shadia. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some affairs on Aztlazon to get back to.”
 
“Dessert after dinner, huh?” said Shady with a wink and a grin.
 
Devi just rolled her eyes and vanished from the scene. Domina just waved Shady off before the other troublemaker could make another remark. “I’m not in the mood to have my afterglow ruined by your loud mouth, Shady. Go pester Megan some more.” And with that, she vanished as well.
 
Shady turned to Cyl and grinned. “Can’t say I saw that match up, coming!”
 
Cyl shrugged. “Guess we’re all going to pair off at some point eventually.”
 
“Haha, yeah,” said Shady. She eyed the other Omny and chewed her lip a bit. “Speakin’ of… watching that got me real in the mood… you wanna fuck?”
 
Cyl smiled and held an arm out to her. “I could be down for a quickie.”
 
The two came together for a fling of their own.
 
***
 
Settling back into her World, Domina was feeling too pleased to be annoyed with herself over being so satisfied with the encounter. This affair would likely top off her needs for quite a while. But maybe, just maybe, she should learn to be a bit more outgoing than she had been after all. Even in a personal custom paradise of her own, it was good, perhaps, to go visit places outside her comfort zone.
 
Or maybe that was just the after glow talking. She’d consider it later. For now, she settled back into her torture-fortress, and listened to the pleasant ambient hum of mortal suffering that sounded throughout her realm.
 
***
 
Devi, on the other hand, after a three-day long extended night of passion with her two beautiful Champions, found herself considering Domina’s idea of a cross World conflict. She was not the sort to throw her people into a needless war of vanity. The tournaments she hosted could get savage, the skirmishes of the Aztlazonian tribes could be brutal, but in the end, it was all elaborate sport. Fighters claimed their glory, and participants were cared for afterwards. Throwing her people into a literal meat-grinder of a real war with horrid monstrosities, just to flex against the Demon Queen of Apoclypha, that would be unconscionable.
 
But still, the idea of an Inter-World Tournament did interest her. Many of the Omnys had created Worlds where champions and heroes rose to any number of challenges. Her own daughter liked to engage in Real Play scenarios of being an adventuress traveling alongside mortal Empowered on epic quests. Perhaps some such mighty warriors would desire to test their strength in a contest of battle?
 
Perhaps some of the Omnys might be interested in pitting their Created and Empowered against one another? All within reason, and for a worthwhile prize for the contenders, of course. Something to bring up in the next Etiquette meeting, perhaps.
 
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