The Return of Kat

My name is Kat, and I am an Omnymphotent.
 
There is a small chance you are familiar with me. I was supposedly a character in some horny guy’s erotic fiction. There, I had psychic powers and took a redheaded young man named Ben as my lover, using my powers to greatly enhance our sex life. I took control of his cock and his libido, I used him as my fuck toy and made him suffer sexual torment for my amusement and arousal. And he loved it. We were a perfect match for one another. Me, a sadist with powers most men couldn’t handle, he a masochist fully willing to be my chewtoy.
 
It wasn’t as bad as I make it sound. After an initial dubious encounter, in which I am fully willing to admit I overstepped my boundaries, we talked it over, he forgave me, and I convinced him to keep being my lover. I was the perfect mistress he’d always fantasized about, he was the perfect boytoy for me. We made it an official BDSM relationship. It was consenting, I assure you; at no point did I use my powers to make him agree to be my sub. He trusted me and served me dutifully, but when he needed me to stop, I backed off. But he could take a lot before he got to that point, and I was always grateful for it.
 
Eventually, however, he had to leave me, as our careers took us in different directions and forced us to move apart. But our time together was not only one of the most fun times of my life, it also helped me learn a lot about myself as a person. Of course, that could have only seemed like the most important part of my life, because it’s the only part my author chose to focus on for his story.

Lore: The Created

THE GIFT OF LIFE
Of all the many abilities an Omnymphotent possesses, one of the most notable is their ability to create living beings. With a thought, they are able to manifest into existence fully formed, fully developed, free-willed, living people.
 
In many cases, Omnys will create beings on the fly in order to fulfill a sexual fantasy or roleplaying situation, or to have them perform special tasks and duties as needed. However, many such beings are usually erased after their purpose is served. This is not the case for all such beings, however. Some develop enough sense of self-awareness and self-direction to desire a continued existence once their duty is fulfilled. Some the Omny simply finds too charming or interesting to just erase. Some are allowed to remain with a Plaything as a special favor.
 
Such artificial beings granted true life are known as the Created. Technically, this term could apply to the millions of beings and creatures made to inhabit the Worlds of the Omnys, but among Playthings, the term tends to refer to the independent sapient beings whom live on Earth or Thrae, mingling with mortal society.

Lore: The Empowered

THE BLESSING OF THE GODDESS
The Omnymphotents possess the ability to imbue mortals with superhuman powers. They could, if they so desired, make every other man and woman on Earth nearly as powerful as they are. However, for their own reasons, the Omnys aren’t really interested in uplifting humanity. They will, however, bless some of the Playthings and even one-night stand lovers with minor powers, either as a reward for a good time, or to see how that woman may use her powers to enjoy herself.
 
All of their lovers are blessed with excellent health and an enhanced ability to recover from illness and injury. Some are given a boost to their natural beauty. During sex, many Playthings are given at least a temporary enhancement to their body’s stamina and durability, and if necessary their mental fortitude, if only so sex with their Omny doesn’t destroy them.
 
The Empowered, however, are those who have been gifted truly superhuman abilities, and are allowed to keep them even after their sexual sessions with their Omny.

Lore: The Omnymphotents

ALL-POWERFUL, ALL-HORNY
What follows is a thorough overview of the entities dubbed the Omnymphotents. The name is a portmanteau of “Omnipotent” and “Nympho(maniac)”. Yes, I know it’s ridiculous. The Omnys themselves are ridiculous. Just roll with it, okay?
 
To explain it in brief, an Omnymphotent is a human woman who possesses vast reality warping powers and an incredibly high sex drive. Freed from mortal limitations, they now spend their eternal existence using their abilities entertain themselves, seeking endless sexual thrills, and doing other hobbies in between their cosmic couplings.
 
That’s really all you need to know about them, if you’re satisfied with the gist. But for those who wish to know the further details, proceed at your leisure.

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.

Released

Cyl found him sitting on the patio of a small cafe, sipping a coffee while reading from an e-reader. She materialized in the seat across from him, wearing her skimpy red bikini. He was naked, of course; the girls here wouldn’t let him wear clothes.
 
Her appearance didn’t really startle him; he’d gotten used to magical women just showing up unannounced in his presence. He glanced up at her, scowled, and set his e-reader down. Despite his apparent annoyance at her presence, his cock seemed quite happy she was here, as it immediately started to rise to attention. She glanced down at it, appraising his condition. She sensed that Sal had been allowed a marathon relief session the night before, a reward for good behavior after enduring days of cruel, magical cock-teasing.

Shady's Hell

The world was a vast, dark cloudscape, deep purple thunderheads lit by distant flashes of lightning. Were one to travel into those clouds, they would simply be lost in them until they turned around, and came back out into the airy void in the center. But almost no one who came here had a chance to travel around. In fact, they could barely even move. The Demoness who forged this little realm made it for one very distinct purpose: the sexual torment of her human playthings.
 
Over a million miles worth of golden chains stretched across the dark space between the clouds, forming a vast net in which the Demoness’s lovers were caught. Attached to each link of chain was the limb of her human subjects; all were bound together, tightly spread-eagle, about a hundred feet apart, forming a great chain link plane, with the people forming the links.

A Crimson Gaze

A mystic embrace. A cosmic kiss. Light and thunder and creation. And by the will of two goddesses, a third was born.
 
Cyl and Whitney watched as their duplicates fused in a roil of wild energy that threatened to shake the latter’s entire mansion. But before the first tremors could truly start, the well of divine power contracted into itself, reforming and solidifying into the form of a naked young woman.
 
She was a blend of the two Omnymphotents’ features. Her skin was pale, her hair a platinum blond, hanging just a bit past her shoulders. She was slim, but fit, a bit shorter than either woman, but a fully developed young adult. She kept her eyes closed as her form finished coalescing. She let out a long breath, as if trying to compose herself, but there was a clear tension in her stance.
 
Whitney stepped up to the girl first, the elegant blond putting a hand on the newly formed woman’s shoulder. “Are you alright?”
 
“Y-yes,” the girl said in a near-whisper. Her voice was quite cute. “S-sorry, I just need a moment.”
 
“Take your time,” said Whitney with a warm smile.

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.

Tell Me Why

NOTE: Non-Erotic

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I hear him call out to me, a one-word prayer that I’m always on alert for.
 
“Cyl.” The tone of his voice tells me this is not a booty call. A glance ahead shows him sitting in the dark, brooding. I guess it’s time to address this, at last.
 
In an instant, I cross dimensions to appear before him. Instead of my usual skimpy red attire, I stick to my pitch black body suit, covering me fully from neck to toes. Impossibly form fitting, but so dark my body appears more like a silhouette. A Cylhouette, if you will. But this isn’t the time for jokes.