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.

Half-and-Half

Devi sipped her tea as she glanced from the canvas to the horizon, then back again. With a thought, she slowly dabbed and streaked the little globs of paint across the canvas, not bothering with brushes as she filled in her latest masterpiece. A beautiful sunset cast deep reds across tall mountains, casting the jungle below in a splash of velvet crimson.
 
She could, of course, have just instantly made the painting appear, but even an Omnymphotent liked to actually do things manually sometimes. And despite the reputation they had made for themselves, sex was not actually the only thing they thought about. Devi had an appreciation for classical art, landscapes and portraits done in oil paintings or watercolor, that most who knew her might find surprising.
 
She still cheated a bit when making her own; after all, as an Omny, she had perfect skill in anything she tried. But that was the thing about art, wasn’t it? Technical skill at the craft was one thing. Being able to convey the emotion of a scene, to put one’s personal mark on it, that was another. Being the greatest artist in the universe didn’t mean much if you just soullessly replicated what you saw like a camera.

Devi's Blessing

 As soon as she stepped into the bar, every woman in the building felt a flush of arousal. Many shivered, a few gasped, every conversation paused for a moment. A few blushed hotly, a few fanned themselves. All felt a sudden, unmistakable moistening of their nether lips. The cause was not immediately evident to all, but as she walked through the room, heads turned and jaws dropped, lips quivered and thighs squeezed together.
 
The tall Indian woman in the tight orange dress strode with an easy confidence to the bar. Eyes tracked her, even as some couples tried to resume their conversations, or otherwise pretended not to stare. The woman glanced about the room and, for a moment, every woman who could see her held their breath, even as they soaked their panties. Then, something seemed to pass over the crowd. As if awakened from a daze, the women blinked or shook their heads or cleared their throats, and managed to look away from the newcomer, as if they’d suddenly decided she wasn’t all that interesting after all.
 
Devi was, in fact, probably one of the most interesting women on the planet. However, she didn’t want to cause too disruptive a scene just yet. So she allowed herself to fade into the background as just another patron. Several sets of women, however, still stopped what they were doing, and started kissing, or excusing themselves to the bathroom, or, when they thought no one could see, started rubbing themselves a bit. They may have stopped noticing the tall Indian woman, but their bodies did not forget the effect she had.

Metafucktional Miracle

 NOTE: What follows is a largely self-indulgent, meta-fictional tale that’s both a semi-joking way for me to process my own writing struggles, and a desperate attempt to break down the mountain of writer’s block that all-too-frequently consumes me.

This story is also intended to be the official fresh re-start of my Omnymphotents story setting as a whole. Prior to this, I had written a dozen or so loosely connected shorts and articles detailing various aspects of the setting and introducing an assortment of characters. However, as I am want to do, I kept being very indecisive as to where I wanted to go with the concept. While I had always wanted it to be a silly, fun series overall, the more I found myself taking it seriously as a story project, the more I got hung-up on "doing it right."

And so, this story was born, as a way to force myself to "just do it." As such, if you are new to this series, and my stories as a whole, there's going to be some confusing references and out of leftfield moments. Don't worry about it. There is still plenty of hot magical femdom in here, so if you hate all the meta-humor nonsense, or don’t get the references, just skip past all that to get to the good parts, like any sensible erotica reader does. :V