Power Fantasy


    <span style="font-weight:400">I won’t lie. I did like the power fantasy aspect too.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Plus, my new body was very, very erotic. Just touching myself, I had orgasms more mind shattering than any I’d managed in my old human form.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My nipples, inner thighs, asshole, ears, neck, and heck, even my mouth were capable of being stimted to a climax. There might be more erogenous zones I didn’t map out, but after tenth time of finger-fucking my own mouth to stimte strong orc fingers, I found some toys.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Former Ion had been a prude, but also an unbiased collector of curios and exotica.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Some of these things, namely these egg-shaped vibrators, which my Eye of Truth told me were magical artifacts to cause earthquakes, could double as sex toys. Those eggs quaked my panties just fine. I conjured a bit of lube on them, and slipped them inside. One in the butt, the other in my tight little slit, and ramped up the magic power until my thoughts went mushy.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Two centuries slipped by, yes centuries. Time speeds up when you are an immortal demi-goddess and get caught in a masturbatory rut. I browsed through artifacts, discovering new uses for them as sex-toes, oogled at my gorgeous female body, and spent countlesszy days gazing at the fantasy world outside through my little windows, quietly longing for sexual adventures.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Unfortunately, I couldn’t simply walk outside and do what I wanted to. The people outside my windows were real, as was my power.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As a demi-goddess I would have changed history by merely walking through a town. Since I was kind of cking and fapping all day, I had not yet gained minute control of my powers. My whims could have materialized as new monsters or magical hurricanes. I could kill people if I wasn’t careful.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Of course, there were ces that would be safe, or even dangerous to me. The sort of ces where gods fear to tread. But even if I wanted to be helpless, two centuries of contemtion had given me a perspective on my desires, wisdom even.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Yes. I was still a ss-S degenerate through and through.


    <span style="font-weight:400">However, I was now also an immortal demi-goddess. From what I’d studied on my masturbation breaks, I''d realized that this kind of reincarnation luck didn’t happen often. And I wasn’t about to throw an eternity of pleasure away for a quick fix.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I needed a better solution.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A way to scale my powers back, without ruining the fun of peril.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Some spell to punish me for tapping out?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Hmmm…


    <span style="font-weight:400">I slipped fingers between my slickher lips, and began moaned at my devilish thoughts.


    <span style="font-weight:400">What I came up with was elegant in its simplicity.


    <span style="font-weight:400">In a decade, I designed an additional divine truename rune to add to my body. This one sealed most of my other divine abilities, making almost a regr mortal. In addition, the rune made a copy of my mind, which had ess to a portion of my powers. The copy would reside within the invisible rune, and observe me for safety. If anything really bad happened (like if I came across a murderhobo), it would resurrect me, restore my powers, and return me to my sanctum. And, to make sure I didn’t pussy out from peril willy-nilly, the rune would then force me to sit down like a good girl and do paperwork for my master, for a decade, without masturbating.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I called this masterpiece of a divine rune, the Divine Wage ve Brand, or DIVASLAB for convenience.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Preparations done, I consulted my Mirror of Answers and observed possible situations for a hapless mortal damsel to traipse into.


    <span style="font-weight:400">There were plenty of options. The world—Larassia—while not grimdark, was a dangerous ce. Injustices were abound. Evil ran amok.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I nced at tentacle breeding pits, ve sprawling markets, a society of elves in all ck whose ves walked on all fours, and an erotic correctional facility for the magically insane. I massaged my clit, thighs clenching, until I found my fate.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It wasn’t as grand as some others, but I would be doing this for a loooooong time.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Plus, the area seemed to have humans, elves, and horned people simr to myself, so I wouldn’t stick out too much.


    <span style="font-weight:400">With a series of esoteric hand gestures, I teleported out of my sanctum, and branded my forehead with Divap.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Goodbye freedom. Hello, pleasure vedom!”