Soft lips and eager, slick tongues suck, tease, and toy with my most intimate parts while I gaze up at the lusty faces of four of the most stunning women I’ve ever seen. They all eye me, and my attunement both to their bodies and to their minds allow me to sense them relaxing and lowering the powerful guards they’ve kept up around me this whole time.
Between quiet gasps as I am momentarily distracted by the playful, eager mouths of three of my thronemaidens I realize that I was wrong about how effective my pheromones were. The maidens were guarding themselves against them but could not resist the effects of the powerful chemicals nearly as effectively as I thought they could. Until now I assumed that my pheromones were simply not very powerful and only served to minorly boost my attractiveness due in large part to how the maidens seemed unaffected by them. That’s incorrect. The maidens are simply very good at masking how affected they are by my scent.
At this moment the split-screen-like effect me having an active clone out in the multiverse has on my mind comes incredibly handy. While I am active in the End of Time, my natural body is being loved by my maidens. This allows me to continue to learn and make salient observations even while I am inside of my maidens and they allow me to experience a very pleasant intimate moment with them.
The maidens are also good at things other than hiding how affected they were by my pheromones. I am experiencing a kind of bliss beyond my most lewd fantasies as multiple mouths pay lip service to my member, and when I look at the other thronemaidens I can only blissfully smile. Thevah giggles and she gets on the bed. She gracefully crawls over to me and begins to kiss my body as she does. She begins only a bit above my rod and she slowly kisses a trail up to my cheek.
Velvet smiles as she watches this display of affection, and I am gazing at the women surrounding me when I am assaulted by waves of pleasure as Sif uses her throat as a sheath for my rod, pushing me deeper and deeper into her mouth and down her throat. At the same time I feel my mind light up with knowledge related to something curious.
I recall knowledge I know I don’t possess, knowledge of a specific blueprint for a long-range ethertech rifle. This is strange to me, so I telepathically, if distractedly, transmit the blueprint to Sif. She, to her credit, does not detach herself from me, and instead distractedly asks me how I know about the rifle, and if I want one. She begins to trail her tongue down my length as I try to answer that I don’t know the source of the knowledge. When the woman learns this I hear a mental laugh emanate from her, and I feel it vibrate down her throat, which feels quite pleasant to me, before she reveals something fascinating.
“You seem to possess a kind of… chakaric ability that I’ve never known a nova to possess.” She mentally explains, while physically servicing me with lustful fervor.
“It’s called ‘Sexual Psychometry’. Some ethermancers will naturally learn things that their sexual partners know as they sleep together. I didn’t know novas had this ability, or that they could get it, there’s no confirmed instances of novas having it though there’s still so much we don’t know about your kind.” She tells me while smiling at me even as Thevah continues to kiss me. Belah playfully sucks on me causing me to moan which Thevah turns into a deep kiss with a single deft move. The graceful throne maiden only parts from me for a second, and as she does she tosses one of her legs over my stomach and smiles at me when she sits up straight.
I admire her body, from her complex which is a bit like mine, to her raven-colored hair, and her fantastically curved but toned body. She soaks up my clear admiration before agilely moving and positioning her body above my head, giving me a beautiful sight to see and admire.
I see her slick petals and this time I’m the one hungerly eyeing something. At this point this body of mine is hardly able to articulate sapient-sounding thoughts, but then again neither is she, and when she senses my hunger she lowers her body, and in nanoseconds I can’t see anything other than her. A pleasant sight indeed.
I instinctively begin to kiss and lick her skin, orally exploring her lower body, and causing her to moan passionately as my tongue explores one of her erogenous zones. I hear her almost musical moans and even drowning in blissful pleasure I can’t help but admire how graceful and elegant she is.
When my tongue slides inside of her I hear her hit a higher note than she has before, and I feel my mind fill with knowledge concerning her ceremonial weapon, one of the tools every thronemaiden possesses. Every thronemaiden’s ceremonial weapon is unique to themselves, and Thevah’s is an elegant spear which she has magically enchanted to be capable of firing ether for a unique ranged attack that wouldn’t leave her unarmed.
I feel Thevah’s slick tunnel tighten and clench around my tongue and I smile as she moans. At the same time I feel something odd occurring within me, something stranger than the sensation of my intimate body parts clenching as I begin to slowly inch towards the first of what is sure to be many individual instances of completion I will “endure” for my empire tonight.
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As the lovers are intertwined, their bodies snaking around each other, something never before seen is occurring. The supernatural ether that infuses every subatomic particle of Etherscape and has flooded Ignacio’s body in the time since he first set foot in Etherscape is beginning to do more than just change the man himself.
The ether that subtly flows through the nova’s body is refined within his heart, mixing and mingling with the passive energies present within the sparks nestled in his core. This has been the case since the figure first started producing both ether and the passive, and potent, energy which fuels omega powers.
Scant amounts of these two splendid energies have kissed and fused together becoming something wholly new for the entire time the figure has produced both energy types, but for reasons unknown to anyone this rate of production has massively sped up from the moment the figure’s rod entered Sif’s mouth, minutes ago. The new energy, something both purer and also more efficient than either type of energy, is released outward with each small thrust and each subtle flick of the tongue.
The energy slowly enters Thevah and Sif. The refined lifeforce, potent and eldritch energies made of the intermingling of passion and desire, slowly inch into the thronemaidens eager, yearning bodies.
Each muscle this alien energy touches becomes refined. The appearance of the muscle is not changed but the muscle itself is supercharged, becoming many times more powerful. Supernatural energies flow into the muscles of the thronemaidens, reams of the stuff warping every facet of their lovely bodies while leaving them unchanged on a purely and wholly aesthetic level.
As the minutes go by, things both subtle and decidedly less so begin to change. Chyliss and Shelavaranda become overly excited by the sight of their emperor being subjected to the lusts of his subjects and decide they want in on this action. The two thronemaidens move the young emperor’s arms, spreading them out to give them space from Velvet and Thevah, and promptly mount them. They blissfully moan when the slender fingers of their master enter their nubile, immortal bodies, and delightedly embrace the sensations of their master teasing and toying with them using his digits. At the same time his energies begin to flow into them as well.
Meanwhile the twins stop being satisfied with their current positions. Binah is the first to make adjustments, moving to Sif and parting the head thronemaiden from her favorite throne. The dark-haired twin swiftly moves to take her place and engulfs the emperor’s rod protectively in her slick maw. The sudden change excites the previously mostly distracted emperor and Binah delightedly experiences the pleasant sensation of her master skillfully using her throat as little more than a sleeve for his member. This allows the warrior to also begin to be subjected to the potent, as of yet mysterious mutative energies situated deep within Ignacio’s heart.
Her slick throat guides the invisible energies she absorbs all the way to her heart, from which the energies are able to spread to every inch of her body. The emperor’s eager thrusts transport each and every iota of transformative energy into Binah’s body.
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At the same time, once enough of the curious, concentrated energies fill the bodies of those the emperor is laying with, the energy itself settles in a familiar place. The energy settles in the heart of those it touches and subtly warps, and the pleasure the maidens subjected to it feels becomes a more solid thing, one that solidifies the pleasure the thronemaidens feel and allows them to experience a new kind of bliss.
Once ordinary, if intense, pleasure becomes a thing that touches the very soul of a person. It becomes something that blows away all previously experienced bliss, something beyond what drugs can induce or beyond what even the most delicious foods can taste like. Pains are erased by this supernatural bliss, and traumas are healed as the energies induce a new kind of euphoria in the thronemaidens. Radiant ecstasy fills Thevah and Binah.
Unbeknownst to every single person in the room is that knowledge of their actions here are not secret. To be fair to the young adventurers they have no way of knowing that their actions have not gone unnoticed, nor that countless parties across the multiverse have had their eyes on the figure who lived his whole life shrouded by the veil the very moment that the figure first set foot in Etherscape.
Cosmic gods attuned to motion first sensed his curious presence the moment that he stepped out of the teleporter and into the room where he is now unknowingly empowering his servants. Ancient archdemons of various sins have felt his presence thanks to the thoughts of envious guards and hegemonic heads as well as lustful princesses.
Cosmic gods of knowledge felt the faintest echoes of the gasps of awe the emperor himself felt when he first learned of Etherscape’s history. Entire pantheons of gods are quietly discussing what to do about the strange creature, and whole circles of archdemons are delighted to feel the potent sins the new emperor is already unintentionally responsible for, whether it’s the lust coursing through the emperor himself or the lust the assorted, besotted princesses and thronemaidens feel for him.
In very, very rare cases some individuals cursed with knowledge decide to act. One such figure is the relatively young cosmic demigoddess Mynassa.
The cosmic demigoddess is spurred to action when she senses the powerful lust emanating from deep within the hearts of the thronemaidens and the emperor himself. From the moment the emperor was first set upon by his maidens something odd has happened to Mynassa. The lust of the thronemaidens or the emperor feels fills Mynassa with unusually potent surges of energy, of power, which beam into the aetheric core deep in her heart, and the once passive goddess is filled with as much curiosity as she is with vigor whenever a stray thrust or flick of the tongue afflicts one of the thronemaidens with soul-touching pleasure.
Her own priestesses watch her frightfully as she gets up out of the bath she’s taking, startled by her flurry of activity, hearing both her frantic activity and in some cases her surprisingly loud, seemingly spontaneous moans of sympathetic bliss. The goddess is normally perfectly content to do little more than be tended to by servants in the rare few temples dedicated to her, massaged and protected by mortals who spend part of the year working in her abodes in exchange for blessings of fertility and abundance so for her to be so active is more than a bit unusual.
The goddess starts her journey in a temple located in a universe far away from Etherscape. Nonetheless even the weakest cosmic god or goddess is a being of pure power and radiant divinity, and no distance in the multiverse is enough to present even a minor obstacle to them. Mynassa swiftly departs the temple, filling with more energy than she’s felt in a long time. And the goddess is not alone, across the multiverse there are other cosmic divinities of domains like love and lust and archdemons with power over lust who are experiencing similarly potent bursts of energy, though not every single one of them is as attuned to lust as she is.
As the goddess warps through countless universes, blinking from place to place, Ignacio’s own servants continue to selfishly enjoy the body of their master. Not that Ignacio is complaining, though he does let out a surprisingly soft whimper when Velvet forces Thevah to switch places with him. His whimpers stop when Velvet’s soft body replaces Thevah’s on top of him and they turn into fierce, delighted groans as he tastes the other thronemaiden.
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My decision to have two of me active in the multiverse at once has already paid for itself more than once, in terms of how much it’s allowed me to do. That said, one curious facet of it is that it allows me to study myself in an objective, impartial way. And not only due to the fact that I can keep one half of my mind rational even while I indulge in my baser desires.
During the time that one of me has indulged in primal, animalistic desires and both sexually served and been sexually serviced by my thronemaidens my other self has been active in a far more introspective kind of way. I am seated inside of a large, box-like device, a strange sort of health-based omegatech machine that Delphi revealed to me after I first told her what I was feeling. The machine is on, and Delphi is seated outside of it studying what it has revealed on a console similar to the ones in the other part of the complex. We’re still here, as it seems that this place is the central location Delphi has managed to protect over the years and thus has the most working omegatech. Meanwhile I am meditating and doing my best to study what is happening to me just beneath my skin.
I can feel a strange, incredibly distinctive type of energy inside of me. And, very importantly, I can feel trace amounts of the same energy seeping out of my other body and entering the bodies of my thronemaidens with every subtle motion of my fingertips, every delicate flick of my tongue, or every mighty thrust of my hips.
I am just beginning to get lost in thought when I hear a sudden and surprising crackle come from directly above me. I glance upwards, confusion no doubt visible on my face, and when nothing happens I turn and look at Delphi. She has an embarrassed look on her face, and she clicks a button on the console in front of her.
“Sorry! The intercom system glitched out. I was going to tell you that somehow it seems that the reality-breaking nature of omega energy is mixing with the sexual nature of ether and both… They seem to be magnifying each other somehow.” Delphi explains, even as I faintly feel my other self beginning to approach completion. I close my eyes and let out a curious noise, one resembling a cross between a laugh and a grunt.
“For some reason the act of you having sex seems to have magnified the amount of this energy being produced at once. It’s like sex is a source of this energy…” Delphi remarks, her eyes now glued to the screen on the side of the console.
“I honestly don’t know what to make of it. I’ve never seen anything like this before.” The oracle confesses, before looking at me apologetically. I smile at her gently.
“It’s okay, Delphi. What I’m really curious about is how it’s affecting the thronemaidens.” I say, reassuring her even as I feel a faint pressure rising in the more intimate parts of my other body. Delphi looks at me and nods.
“I also don’t know. I wish we could study them… I’ve never been able to study anyone from Etherscape to the extent that I’d like.” She says, and her voice turns a touch darker for a second before she shakes her head and sighs.
“Master, why don’t you share the power you created to clone yourself with them like you did with me? If so you could bring them here and allow me to research them. And of course if you share this ability with the thronemaidens broadly you could bring the multiple millions of thronemaidens who are already fully trained to the End of Time…” Delphi suggests, unknowingly suggesting something I already planned to do but was going to surprise her with in the days to come. I smirk at her and laugh.
“I do admire your brilliance Delphi. I was planning to do just that but I did want to surprise you.” I tell her, causing her to blush and laugh softly. We lapse into a somewhat awkward silence for a second, before she resumes studying the monitor on the console in front of her.
“You know… We could also try experiments over here regarding this curious energy. Your servitors are shapeshifters. You could have sex with them to see if there is some innate quality about Etherscape that is responsible for allowing you to produce this energy. Or with me…” Delphi not-so-subtly suggests. I smile internally when she suggests this, even as I feel my other self rocketing towards completion inside of Belah’s slick throat.
“For now I want to make sure I understand this energy before I do a lot of things that involve it. I will base future decisions on how to approach it based on what happens next.” I reply, causing Delphi to look at me confusedly, even as I feel my other self moan in delight.
While the “Me” in the End of Time talks about the strangeness of the energies I’m now aware of, I feel a powerful, pleasant release surge up my hefty rod and into Belah’s throat. She closes her eyes as she begins to powerfully suck, urging my essence out of me and into her mouth. When I feel my emission rocket out of my rod, lasting several seconds, my enhanced senses allow me to sense her once stoic expression melt into a delighted, blissed out look. She moans and some of my ether spills out of her mouth and onto her face. I can hear the liquid drip out of her mouth, and the sound makes me smile. I also notice I lack a refractory period, as I remain as stiff as I was prior to my powerful orgasm without any loss of solidity or even any loss of energy!
My awareness allows me to sense the other thronemaidens detecting the powerful, neutral, to me at least, scent of the stuff. I can hear them smell the stuff, the subtle vibrations of their twitching noses, which I don’t doubt smells different to them then it does to me. If I had to guess what they are smelling it is almost certainly something heady and pleasant. I internally smile when I feel their muscles quake with newfound energy and determination, fueled by a desire to experience my body the way Belah just has. I feel Sif lightly push Belah off of me, and I endure the blissful assault the red haired thronemaiden launches when she wraps her throat around my royal instrument.
Her new effort makes her previous effort feel like I was previously being “pleasured” by someone who has never heard of a blowjob, and I immediately moan into Shelavaranda’s narrow box. This, in turn, makes the elf moan blissfully, and she writhes on top of me.
Before the night draws to a close the maidens will each get to experience multiple instances of me filling one of their bliss inducing body parts with my essence, with Velvet, Chyliss, Shelavaranda, and Thevah eventually swapping with Sif, Belah, and Binah and making use of my mouth. This causes me to notice that they seem to absorb my energy incredibly fast, which in the moment I chalk up to some quirk of Etherscape.
Throughout this whole experience I continue to internally generate and emit the strange energy that my other self and Delphi are researching. The thing that eventually gets us to stop and sadly detach our bodies from each other is when Sif tells us that the sun is rising and we need to get ready for the day. Nonetheless, our adherence to our duties wins out and as the sun rises so do we, all feeling different in unique and individual ways.