A Scarlet Shade

Since its incorporation into the Second Omnyverse, the World of Apoclypha had yet to see another incident of intrusion. The other Omnys knew better than to impose themselves onto Domina’s personal space. Even Opal and RoseGold, if they had to talk to her, would confront her on the neutral ground of Fulcrum, the Second Omnyverse’s own Fundament dimension. Megan, of course, still came and went as she pleased, but her Splinter-sister had made a point to give her more space since they’d made the move here.

So when another Omny did decide to finally breach her World’s walls, she was instantly alerted to their coming before they’d even crossed the threshold.

Domina had just entered her throne room, teleporting herself straight onto the tangled, shivering mass of broken-yet-still-living mortal bodies she used as her royal chair. The twisted mass let out a creaking chorus of screams as her body made contact, electrifying their frayed nerves with an intense undulation of horrid pain and inhuman pleasures. Before she could get into the moment, however, her attention snapped towards one corner of the room. A few moments later, the shadows of the corner began to boil. From the oily darkness, a scraggily-haired young woman dressed in a tattered black teddy emerged into the World.

Further Possibilities

Heat and sweat and sound and motion and love of life. For a moment, she almost forgot what she was, losing herself in the song and the beat, and the cheer of the crowd. But then, something snapped her back to self-awareness. She didn’t miss a beat, didn’t even hitch her voice mid-lyric, but she opened her eyes and her gaze snapped up to match that of another woman watching from the back. One woman observing her from two sets of eyes. And when her show was over, after she bowed and thanked the lovely crowd of rockers young and old, Opal and her band exited the stage, and the blue-haired Omny teleported herself to the roof of the club.
 
RoseGold was already there, her nearly twin bodies waiting in their customary airs. Rose stood with her hands clasped behind her back, a calm expression on her face. Gold had her arms folded, her foot tapping impatiently, her smile quirked in such a way that couldn’t seem to decide between bemusement and smugness.
 
“A lovely show,” said Rose, bowing respectfully.
 
“A screamin’ set,” said Gold, her mouth deciding on a grin.
 
“Thanks,” said Opal, putting a hand on her hip. “You a music head, too? Or you just introducing yourself to the newbie?”
 
“Barely newer than me,” said Gold, dropping her arms and slinking up to the blue haired Omny. She leaned closer, her grin salacious. “Osha sure moved on quick from us, didn’t she? Fire and forget.”
 
Opal smiled bemusedly. “You’re still one of her favorites. Trust me, I know.” Her hand whipped out, snagged Gold by her tie, and yanked her in for a deep kiss. Gold met her in kind, coiling herself around the other Omny, and the two moaned deeply in passion.

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.

Multi-Colored Mayhem

Domina took in a deep breath, smelling the ashes and blood on the wind. It was a beautiful crimson morning on her world of Apoclypha, and she stood nude and statuesque atop the vast torture facility that was her home castle. What fine distraction should she indulge in this morning? A fresh cart of maidens had been delivered to her just last night, fealty paid by the few ragged human tribes she extended a paltry protection to. She could slowly strip the skin from the poor, crying girls and light their flayed flesh on fire, forcing their exposed nerves and muscles to regenerate as fast as it burned so that they felt the exquisite peak of agony as she fucked their skinless, burning, screaming forms, until every bone in their body was snapped to pieces.
 
Yes, that sounded lovely. She’d been making larger gestures of destruction of late, shattering several of the human strongholds in the form of an Archdemon, leading her “fellow” demons to run roughshod over the few free humans left in her world. She would have to arrange for a few new settlements to take their place soon, or she was going to run out of survivors to terrorize. A little, luxurious lovemaking with the still-standing stronghold’s sweet, fresh sacrifices would be a nice, relaxing meditation for a change.
 
Or at least it would have if a bolt of rainbow colors didn’t slam into her back like a meteor just before she could turn to fetch her toys. Utterly stunned, the redhead was sent soaring off over the horizon. As she attempted to orient herself, the streak of colors hit her at a steep angle, powering her straight into the ground, dragging her for several miles through the broken landscape of her world. A quarter-mile deep trench was cut through the barren wastelands and shattered cities before the streak of colors let up its relentless force.
 
Domina was pissed. She recovered from the blow in an instant, glaring upwards, and shifting her body into living lava. She surged out of the trench, towering as a volcanic giantess over the figure who dared to strike at her. For just a moment, she saw a young woman sneering up at her, dressed in navy blue clothes, with fair skin, pink eyes, and a wild mane of rainbow-colored hair. The next moment, the girl became another streak of colors, shooting at Domina faster than she could react, and punching her clear across the dimensional veil.

Acclimatizing

As she hovered in the Planar Void, the recently Ascended Kat pondered what world she should make. The memories of multiple lives tickled at her subconscious, tempting her with a number of possibilities. Should she make a simple little town in a bubble, like some of her new colleagues? Should she construct a whole planet? If the latter, what sort of world would be best? Much of her fictional canons took place on worlds full of superheroes and supernatural forces. It might be nostalgic to create a similar such reality.
 
Except, of course, it wouldn’t really be right of her to inflict a life of danger on the people of such a world, even if they were all living figments of her imagination. But she also wasn’t sure making a little paradise of fluffy kittens and rainbows was really her thing, either.
 
Ooooh, this was so frustrating! Worldbuilding was a lot harder when you had to actually live with the worlds you built, not just keep them as hazy notions in your head!

A Separate Solution

The throne room was a stark black and red gothic deco style, like something out of an elaborate vampire movie. Even more stark, however, were the random naked humans chained up along the walls, bolted to the floor, or hanging from the ceiling, all bound in elaborate, body-twisting racks. And yet, despite how painful their positions looked, it was clear that their moaning and writhing came from intense pleasure, or at least, pleasure mixed with the pain.
 
Men thrashed and howled as their cocks strained with agonizing tension, beet red with blood pressure, the veins bulging like little cords across their shaking, leaking cocks. Women writhed and screamed as their clits and nipples were painfully stiff with tension, their pussies practically gushing fluids. The poor things were simultaneously suffering sensual pain and unbearable sexual teasing, mystical stimulation continuously sending pulses of intense pleasure through their bodies, and yet even as every pulse should have sent them into bone-rattling orgasm, that relief never came. Their cruel mistress held their fragile bodies right at the screaming, nerve-searing edge of climax, never letting them go over, never ceasing the stimulation, until the poor little mortals were completely out of their minds!
 
This was Shady’s kind of place alright! As she stepped through the halls of writhing, teased humans, she let her own lustful aura radiate without a care, pumping even more tension and aching desire into them.

Afterlewd: Re-Awakening

NOTE: This story is a follow-up to Metafucktional Miracle. Please read that first.

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Her eyes snapped open and with a gasp, she emerged into the world. She found herself on a large bed in a modest apartment in the suburbs. Her eyes flared a brilliant gold and her hair shifted to silver-white as an ineffable energy and savage arousal surged through her being. She was overcome with a sudden intuition that made her aware of… everything.

 

But following up on that intuition would have to wait. She had to take care of herself, right now, and she had to do it without causing a massive disruption to the world around her. With a thought, she froze the universe around her, and began to frantically masturbate! She could feel the cosmic power roiling in her being as inhuman pleasures bloomed in her core. She couldn’t think, couldn’t parse the flow of information, could only feel, writhing and moaning in divine ecstasy. The world around her remained unaware of the Goddess’s rapturous awakening.