For The Many

In a particularly bleak corner of the Sex Mage Multiverse, a weary woman confronted an inevitable fate.
 
Hovering high above the clouds, Queen Rose could see the domes of shadow had already increased since the night before. The entire horizon was riddled with them. The Barriers of her Queendom did nothing to hold them back anymore. Refugees kept pouring into the capital, and her soldiers could do no more than provide a safe passage to get them there. She and her strongest Archmages had erected a full force field around the city and it’s immediate suburbs, but she knew by now that it wouldn’t hold. Sooner or later, the Terror Zones would subsume them.

Cascade

Warning: death and destruction

PROLOGUE

 

“Have a little too much fun last night?”

 

Claire rolled her eyes at the slightly stocky guardswoman as she swiped her ID card. “Alarm didn’t go off.” She leaned forward to peer into the retina scanner as it extended from the side of the booth.

 

“Lucky you, getting to sleep in.” The guardswoman held out her hand past the window, and Claire took it. She allowed her innate mystic defenses to lower, so the other woman could use her telepathy to scan Claire’s mind for any obvious deceptions. Claire was not a fan of the procedure, but she’d grown accustomed to it over the past year; with the things Magic allowed some women to do, it would not be too difficult for exceptionally gifted saboteurs to steal a staff member’s identity, down to altering their own body to match the appearance. Supplementing the checks with psychic scans was the closest they could get to fool-proofing the system.

 

The guardswoman gave Claire a sly smile, and the Researcher’s Assistant jumped in her seat as she felt the impression of a female tongue give her a deep, sensual lick between the legs. Claire flushed and pouted as the guardswoman gave her a little wink. Claire let out a little breath and shivered as the magic tongue left a sensual tingle that coaxed her sex to moisten. After a few more seconds, the guard released her hand, and Claire let out a little huff as she retracted her arm. She resisted the instinct to reach between her legs.

The Creature

Queen Rose no longer slept. She hadn’t needed to since the day of her ascension. Sex Magic had transformed her body into a hyper-efficient machine of organic perfection; even without any magic at all, she would only need to physically rest perhaps an hour a week. But of course, even that was unnecessary. The constant background radiation of ambient Lust Energy throughout her Queendom provided more than enough to keep herself at the height of strength, focus, and balance, just taking little sips of the energy every now and then.

But even a goddess occasionally needed some form of respite. For all the Magic had changed her, she was still, at her core, only human, and a mortal mind needed a break every now and then. And so, without the need for sleep, she meditated.

Jenny Awakens

Note: Step-Family

Tommy leaped out of bed as his cock snapped to full erection in less than a second, jerking him out of a sound sleep. He crashed onto the floor, but his first instinct was not to try and catch himself, but to grab his cock. Unfortunately, his step-mother had put anti-masturbation spells on him the day she moved in, and all he could do was clutch at his thighs. Whimpering, Tommy rocked back and forth on the floor. He wasn’t really hurt, but his erection was reaching painful intensity. He’d had Hard Attacks before, but they always took him by surprise. Whoever was doing it must be purposefully targeting him, or was very close by!

He hoped it wasn’t Carol again. His step-mother was an insatiable dominatrix, and she’d brought his father to heel very quickly. Even with his obedience, she still loved to punish him with teases, and some nights, she wasn’t particularly concerned with the spill-over. In the year since Carol and her daughter had moved in, Tommy had been subjected to at least two dozen nights where he was throbbing all night long with supernaturally intense erections or being edged repeatedly with random tease spells, and meanwhile, he could hear his father’s cries and moans through the walls.

He swore Carol did it on purpose, but the one time he’d dared to ask her about it, she’d scolded him for being so dirty-minded and punished him with no orgasms for three months. As it was, he had to ask her for permission every time he wanted to masturbate to orgasm, and she was not very generous to begin with.

However, as Tommy listened, he didn’t hear his father and step-mother going at it. Was this from one of the neighbors, then? He started to try and get back onto the bed, but his erection surged as the mysterious Sex Mage’s aura of power flexed around his cock. He fell back on his butt and clutched the tangled sheets around his legs so hard, his knuckles went white.

As he clutched, the sheets pulled taught against his lower body, trapping his cock against his stomach. He froze, mouth open in a gasp. The spells that prevented his from touching himself with his hands also prevented him from masturbating in other ways. He could hump anything or rub other objects against himself. Not on purpose. But the sheet just happened to be pressing on just the right spot, putting pressure on his throbbing cock right where he used to press his index finger when he stroked!

He prayed Carol wasn’t awake to sense him and he flexed his cock against the sheet. He didn’t try to squirm or even twitch his hips, as that would have counted as humping, nor did he attempt to manipulate the sheet lest the spell make him let go. However, the spell didn’t prevent him from clenching his penis muscles, and he managed to time it so that the sheet provided a small, but rhythmic pressing pressure that stimulated his cock. It was a minor sensation, but better than he’d managed without permission in a whole year. He doubted he would manage to cum this way, but it did ease some of the ache of needing to be touched that made the Hard Attacks so terrible. If he could just keep this up while it lasted…

The First Megami

ONE

Devika Sai’s eyes snapped open. A moment ago, she had been deep asleep, but something had awoken her. For a moment, she wondered if her alarm had gone off somehow, but a glance at the clock told her it was 3:00 am, a few hours too early. She wondered if there had been a loud noise just now, if it had ended the moment she’d awakened. Perhaps a peel of thunder? She paused and listened. She didn’t hear any rain. But she could hear… something…

With a soft sigh, she sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes with one hand, then pulling her blanket back. She squinted in the dark, going off the soft glow of a green night light to get her bearings.

She felt like someone was in the room. Had someone come in? Her door was closed. She glanced around. She didn’t see anyone, nor did she hear anyone moving or breathing. But she could hear something… she could feel like there was something…

What the heck was that sound? A sort of low hum, like a tuning fork going off, but it didn’t quite seem like she was really hearing it. More like a ringing in her ear, but so low you couldn’t tell if you were actually hearing or just imagining. She glanced around, focusing on the sound, trying to determine its source.

As soon as she did, she felt a notion to look towards the wall. As soon as she did, an image bloomed in her mind. She could “see” her father lying down in his bed, softly snoring, her mother curled up against him. But the most distinct detail she could sense was that she somehow knew her father had an erection.

His penis was hard and it was making that humming noise she could almost hear. She realized the sound was inside her head. And as she focused on it, the little window in her mind showing her father, zoomed in on his cock, x-raying through the sheets and clothes and presenting his full manhood to her mind’s eye.

Devika jumped, leaping out of bed, landing on her feet, and staring open mouthed at the wall, jerking back in instinctive revulsion at a cock, her father’s cock no less, being mentally shoved in her face. But she realized that her earlier sense that someone was in her room wasn’t wholly accurate, just that she had a feeling someone was nearby. She was sensing her father’s presence, on the other side of the wall; sensing him through his… penis…

Devika swallowed. Sex Magic. She had Sex Magic! But… but that was impossible! She had just turned eighteen only yesterday! Sex Magic wasn’t suppose to develop in a young woman until she was nineteen the earliest! Many didn’t even get the power until they turned twenty! True, she’d heard there was the occasional early bloomer, who might get the power shortly before they turned nineteen, but even the earliest she’d ever heard about was eighteen years and ten months.

Queen Jenny's Touch

I can feel you approaching long before I see you. As a Queen Megami, your aura of sexual power is naturally immense. Without even casting spells, every penis goes hard within a mile of your presence. Even women grow wet around you. The bodies of your citizens automatically acknowledge the authority and power you have over them. With just a tiny notion, you could have every person in your country similarly hard or wet, and you sometimes amuse yourself doing just that at random intervals. Everyone knows when this happens they are to stop what they are doing and pray to you.

My body, however, is especially attuned to you. Within the borders of your country, I am always diamond hard, so hard it hurts. In the seven years since you have taken over the land, I have never had a single orgasm, only clusters of soul-crushing edges. And whenever you approach me physically, the pressure intensifies until I can barely form thoughts. All our exchanges are from you speaking, and me thinking, with you reading my mind.

Men in your Queendom already have it rough, being constantly teased and denied to empower the women of your country. Even the sweetest of mistresses will send their man to “work” as energy generators all day, then tease him all night to refresh themselves. The luckiest men get the occasional break and releases between shifts. The rest, however, suffer endlessly and exquisitely.

I suppose I could be considered lucky, in a way, and unlucky in others. To be chosen as the Queen’s personal toy is quite an honor. The honor, however, comes at the cost of sanity. So cruelly you treat you toys, breaking them to pieces, then threading them back together just so you can break them again. Any other Sex Mage would have failed to fix me after so much trauma, but your miraculous Megami powers have not yet found that limit. No matter what you do, no matter how thoroughly I am crushed, you always manage to piece me back together, so you can tear me apart again.

You enter the room where you’ve kept me ever since I was picked. I have no idea what you see in me, but I seem to bring you endless amusement. You step into the room and smile at me. From my corner where I cower, I gasp, my body surging. My cock cannot possibly get any harder physically, and yet all the blood tries to rush straight in my organ. Lightning sensations shoot through every nerve in my body, and my whole body jerks, hip-first, towards you, instantly trying to cum, instantly crushed against the edge of your indomitable will. I open my mouth to scream, but I have no breath.

Your smile widens as you slip off your dress, exposing your perfect nakedness to me. That’s all it takes for the pressure to red-line, and I already start to go comatose. Your power doesn’t let me, however, your will forcing me awake to enjoy every agonizing moment of your sexual omnipotence. You take a step toward me, then another, slowly prowling forward like a jungle cat towards a mouse, playfully enjoying the overwhelming, growing terror your sheer presence brings. Every step spikes the pressure and sensations up another notch. By the time you are near enough to touch me, I am literally dying from the sheer sensation overload, with only your power keeping me alive.

Then you reach out to touch me, and my world goes white, and I know nothing more than pure, endless, sexual agony. The space of years passes with every second, Even your power cannot keep me from reaching a headspace where the sensations and pressure are too immense for my feeble mortal brain to comprehend. I have no idea how long you use my body for you pleasure, enraptured by the energy of my suffering, and the sheer joy of your sadistic urges. It feels like eternity within you.

Eventually, something gives, and I feel the pressure and sensations abate. I come slowly aware, shivering and weeping on the floor. The first thing I can comprehend when my senses can focus again is that I’m laying on the floor of my room again. I can’t tell if mere minutes have passed, or days, or months, or years. You’ve kept me in this windowless dungeon with no way to tell the passage of time, and your magic warping my perception of such anyway. You could have kept me here for only a month, or it could already have been decades. All I know to gauge anything is the number of times you’ve visited me, and I’ve already lost track. All I can do is try to recover, and brace myself for you next visit, for the next blessed touch of my Queen.

Hope

ONE

They could sense her approaching before they ever saw her: Hope Escher. The Woman From the Edge of Town. The Cock-Breaker. The Glitch-Bitch. The Broken Lady.

The forty-five year old woman didn’t appear particularly noteworthy. Five and a half feet tall, a slim build, a small bust, and a rather plain face. Light blond hair cut off at the shoulder, grey eyes, and fair skin. She could pretty herself up quite nicely if she tried, but she was average enough that under normal circumstances, no one would notice her in a crowd. Although the rejuvenating nature of Sex Magic gave her the body of a twenty year old, you could tell she was really middle-aged. She carried herself like an older woman, kindly stoic, almost matronly, dressed in simpler, more practical clothing. Slacks, a white blouse, flat brown shoes, and a light green cardigan sweater. She even drove an old, clunky scooter, not a common vehicle to be sure, but just the sort of utilitarian thing for a quick run into town for errands.

Hope was just an average woman going about her day, but when she entered town, everyone took notice, whether they wanted to or not. She tried to make the trip quick. Just zip into town, stop by the grocery store, post office, gas station, and back home. Her old scooter puttered worryingly as she steered onto the main street. She was going to have to get it fixed, and she wasn’t sure she had the money for that. Her budget was tight this month.

Pulling up into the parking lot of the grocery store, she tried to ignore the glares. Living in a tiny town meant she only had a couple places to go for supplies, and that meant repeatedly interacting with the same women who just wanted to punch her teeth in.