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Steve Davies

Angels crowded my bedroom.

They stared at me with worship in their eyes. Sandalphon had spoken true. He knew the true name of all one thousand angels in existence. With time paused, I had edited them one by one. It was tedious, but I could feel my power swelling with each one.

“Master,” Anael whimpered as she squeezed her pussy around my cock. My first angel, the one gifted me by the Most High, trembled on me. She looked around, this look of awe on her face. “This… This…”

“I know,” I said, staring at the number of edits I had on my phone. 11,002.

11,002…

There were so many of them. Each angel gave me 12 more edits. Minus the 998 edits it had taken me to modify Sandalphon and the rest of the angels that I had just spent the last hours modifying. My wife, my daughter Becky, and her friend Tonya lay in my bed frozen. For them, no time had passed.

“This is incredible,” moaned Anael, her voice full of awe as she stared at the last angel I edited, named Iofiel, worked her way through the crowd and out of my bedroom on the assignment I’d given her. I shuddered, a rush of exhilaration flowing through me.

I had done it. I hadn’t let anything stand between me and power. With Sandalphon controlled, my phone had upgraded for the third time. He was the most powerful tier of angel. Editing him had given me the ability not to just edit a city, like I had gained when I upgraded my phone last time by claiming Anael, but countries.

With twelve charges, I could change a country.

“Damn,” I groaned, setting my phone on my chest. I stared up at Anael, her small breasts quivering. The watching angels, half male and half female, watched on as my naughty Anael worked her pussy up and down my cunt. “We’re going to change everything. Tonight.”

“Yes, Master!” she moaned, her hands planting on my chest. She leaned over me, her purple eyes shining. She undulated her hips, squirming them around my cock. “You’re amazing. Every angel… I can’t believe you’re so bold.”

“Sandalphon’s mine,” I said. “No angel can kill me in punishment now. Nothing can stop me!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, slamming her pussy down my dick and then sliding up it, her tight, angelic cunt massaging me. Her small breasts quivered. “You’re amazing, Master.”

“This is… bold, Master,” Jophiel said. My second angel straddled my daughter’s time-paused body. She was grinding her hot cunt on Becky’s hip. Jophiel’s large breasts swayed. She’d been turned into a horny creature by Anael.

“So bold!” gasped Anael.

My hands slid up her body. I loved the feel of her lithe form beneath my hands. I cupped her breasts. I squeezed and kneaded her tits. I loved the feel of her breast beneath my hands. My thumbs massaged her nipples, rubbing them, savoring them.

She slammed her cunt down my cock, her juicy pussy squeezing about my dick. Her silky twat massaged me, building that aching pressure at the tip of my cock. The pleasure roared through me. This hot bliss that would make me explode. I would fire my cum into her pussy in a mighty explosion of climatic rapture

I would flood her with all my jizz.

I needed the bliss after the tedium of editing all these angels. A sweet reward from my sexy angel. The others were watching in silence, quivering. It was amazing to feel. I had them all, from Metatron who was the angel who spoke directly to the Most High, to Rachiel, the Angel of Lesbianism. I had edited the lesser angels and the great ones.

These were the angels who had been watching my game. Who were fascinated by the things I had been doing on the earth. They no longer were by-standars. Now they were here, up close, a part of it. They still watched me enjoying myself, their eyes shining, but not from heaven.

“Oh, Master, yes!” Anael moaned. “You’ve utterly won this game! You’ve gone farther than any other editor!”

My fingers squeezed and kneaded her breasts. My hips thrust upward in triumph, burying my cock deep into her cunt as she slammed down my girth. She gasped as I bounced her up my dick. I thrust again and again, my hips plunging up from the bed.

She squeezed her cunt around my cock, massaging. Her head tossed back and forth, blonde hair dancing. Her fingernails scratched at my chest. Her hot pussy engulfed my dick’s length over and over. Her hips danced from side to side, stirring her cunt around me.

The pleasure built my ache at the tip of my cock. My balls swelled with my cum. I couldn’t last long. I squeezed her tits, massaging her. Her head swayed from side to side. That pleasure rushed through me. I was on the edge of exploding.

“Keep working that pussy,” I growled.

“Yes, Master!” Anael moaned.

“Make him cum,” Jophiel whimpered, her breasts shaking.

The other angels watched.

“Cum in me, Master!” she moaned. “I love it when I feel your cock spurting in me. It feels so amazing. It makes me quiver. I orgasm so hard when you do.”

I gasped and moaned, her hips dancing from side to side. The pleasure swelled to that explosive need. That moment of release. My angel’s pussy engulfed my dick, her purple eyes gleaming at me. She leaned over me and, as if she could sense it was now, wiggled her hips, stirring her entire cunt around my dick.

The massaging pleasure engulfing my entire cock, stimulating my hard dick, made me explode.

My jizz erupted from my dick. I groaned, my balls spasming as I unloaded all my cum into my first angel. Each blast fired cum into her. It slammed into my mind. The stars burst across my vision. It was amazing. I savored it.

“Anael!” I groaned as the pleasure melted my mind.

Her pussy convulsed. Her orgasm spasmed around my shaft as I flooded her cunt. She gasped and moaned, trembling on me. Her face hovered over mine as that amazing twat rippled around me. I groaned, my balls unloading my spunk.

I spilled out all my cum into her twat.

I shuddered, the heat melting out through my body. The pleasure burned hot through me. It was an incredible treat. A wild passion. My heart pounded in my chest. I groaned, squeezing and caressing her sides. It was hot and wild. A treat to enjoy.

“Anael, damn,” I groaned.

“Oh, Master,” she purred and then leaned down and kissed me. Her lips melted against my mouth. Her tongue danced with mine. It was incredible. My tongue danced with hers, loving the feel of her. She made me feel amazing.

Our tongues danced together. I slid my hands around her back, her skin like silk beneath my touch. I stroked her with my phone still clutched in my right hand. I shuddered as my pleasure died down. My body buzzed from that wonderful release.

I felt revitalized.

She broke our kiss and purred, “Master, you are incredible. I can’t believe you found Sandalphon’s real name.”

“I know,” I said. “It was pure luck.”

Anael smiled. She rubbed her nose against mine. “Mmm, a great man makes his own luck. Or edits it.”

I laughed. “Shame I didn’t think of doing that.” My hands squeezed her ass. “Now, I have more work to do.”

“Yep,” she said and slid off of me. Cum leaked down her thighs. “Any of you angels want to lick cum out of me?”

None of them offered. Most weren’t into sex. Only four it seemed, two male and two female, had any sexual desires, and I’d already given the other female angel of sexual pleasure a mission. I wondered how long it would take Anael to corrupt the others like she had Jophiel.

“Jophiel, how many countries are there in the world?” I asked.

“One hundred and ninety-six,” she answered. “It will take 2352 edits to modify them all.”

I glanced at that huge number I had. 11,002. I would never run out again. I was about to have control of the entire world. No more doing it slowly by cities. When time unpaused, everything would change.

Before I did that, I opened up my wife’s menu. My phone had upgraded again. I could re-edit every person currently locked. I had some ideas I wanted to implement. I wasn’t sure this idea would work, but I wanted to try.

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Linda Davies

I had just finished telling my husband good luck when he shifted position, a sure sign that he’d just finished editing, and—

I gasped. The room was full of naked men and women crowding around our bed. I sat up, my tits heaving at the sight of them. They were all different and yet so similar. They were… angelic in appearance. All beatific and perfect in their own way. Sandalphon stood at the foot of the bed, his sword planted on the floor. A few others had swords pointed down, too, held in submission and genuflection.

My husband stared at his phone while Jophiel worked her breasts up and down his cock. On the other side of the bed, Becky and Tonya lay sleeping, spooning together. They hadn’t woken up and… No, they were paused.

“Steve, what’s going on?” I asked, overwhelmed.

“I edited you to not be frozen when I paused time,” I said. “And made your tits a little perkier.”
I glanced down at my breasts. They looked… the same. Large and lush and as firm as they had been all my life. I squeezed them, kneading and massaging them. I shuddered, realizing my husband had claimed not just Sandalphon, but dozens and dozens of angels to serve them.

One of the angels, bustier than most of the female ones, slipped onto the bed beside me. Her black hair spilled down her round face, her bright-blue eyes had a gleam to them. “I am Diniel, Angel of Motherhood and Protector of Children,” she purred. “I am your personal angel, to keep you company during paused time and serve you.”

Her cheeks blushed red at saying those last words.

“Serve me, huh?” I asked, glancing at my husband. “What are you up to, Steve?”

“I’m about to take over the world,” he said. “It’s going to take forever, so I figured you might as well have some way to pass the time.”

I turned to Diniel. “So, you’re going to be my little angel-slut, huh?”

The angel’s cheeks blushed brighter. “Anael has given me… instructions on the things you might enjoy. I have, of course, witnessed you and your husband’s sexual antics since he became an editor. It had captured the entirety of the Most High’s council. I don’t have any experience personally.”

I rolled onto my back and glanced at Steve. He was working fast. He was on our daughter, Sam’s, menu. He hit change on her and then switched over to Becky. His fingers typed as he went to work. I snuggled up against him, watching him.

“So you’re going to take over the world tonight?” I purred, my pussy getting hotter as I watched him editing Becky to being immune to paused time. He was in her Spiritual Menu to do it, adding a special category that kept her from being affected by the time-pausing power.

It made me so wet.

“All one hundred and ninety-six countries in the world,” he said and hit COMPILE and confirmed the changes to Becky. She gasped and shifted, coming unfrozen.

“Afghanistan is the first alphabetically, Master,” Jophiel said.

I watched as he opened up Afghanistan’s menu.

• Afghanistan
  • Population
  • Territories
  • Physical Quality
  • Spiritual Quality

I shuddered at what this meant, seeing that it looked like the city menu. He could do everything he had to Rainier on the level of an entire country. He’d start on a place racked by pain and suffering, torn apart by war. He could end it all. He could make a world of peace and happiness.

“Steve,” I moaned, “You have to make yourself more than just a political leader. You need to make yourself into something special. A spiritual leader. A… a god.”

“Daddy?” Becky asked confused as she sat up from beside me.

“Diniel, lick my pussy,” I commanded, my cunt so wet for the possibility. We were going to have so much power. It worked. My little edit to my husband, my one cheat with the devilish app, had worked.

It made me so wet.

Diniel moved between my thighs, my angel obeying me. I shuddered as she pressed her face into my twat and licked. My eyes were on the screen as Jophiel talked my husband through the edits, remembering for him all the things he had to do to make Afghanistan a paradise.

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Sam Davies

I shifted and groaned, feeling something digging into my stomach. I groaned and blinked, coming awake to feel an elbow in my stomach. A hard, unyielding elbow. Sleep fell away as I pushed on Marissa, trying to get her elbow out of my stomach and…

She felt like stone. Unyielding.

So did my friend Tammy on my other side, her rump rubbing stiffly into mine, her butt-cheeks not compressing. I bolted upright, looking around the room. All the concubines and I had dragged Marissa, my new step-mother, into our play area to have one wild, sapphic orgy. We had a wild time, licking her, sucking on her cunt, until we fell asleep. Marissa had JoBeth clinging to her while Courtney and Nikkole were cuddled up beyond.

“What the fuck?” I muttered.

Something moved in the darkness. A figure crossed the room. I rubbed my eyes as a woman I didn’t know appeared. She held out her hand and a sword appeared in a flash of flames. I gasped for a moment as she plunged it into the floor, orange light dancing around, illuminating her naked and athletic body. She had round breasts and eyes that looked fierier than her sword. Bright-red hair danced about her shoulders.

“Who are you?” I asked, swallowing.

“Seraphiel,” she purred and knelt by her sword. “The leader of the seraphim and your servant. I love you, Mistress Sam.”

“What?” I gasped. “You’re an angel and… What is going on?”

“Your father sent me to keep you entertained, to love you, while he has time paused. He has decided that you and your family shall be able to share paused time with him in case he needs your advice and counsel when he is making his changes to the world or others.”

“Oh, okay,” I said. I looked around. “This is weird.” I stood up from my fellow lovers. “They’re all statues.”

“Time is paused for them. When it resumes, they will not realize anything has happened.”

I stared at the kneeling angel. She had this fierce and powerful look to her. This gleam in her eyes. I shuddered at her passion. Seraphim were fiery angels, or so I remembered. I shuddered and stepped over Marissa and JoBeth to reach Seraphiel kneeling beside her burning blade.

“So you’re here to please me?” I asked. “Entertain me?”

“Of course,” she said.

“And, you know, I’m a kinky girl,” I added as I knelt down before her and wiggled my rump at her. “I like wicked things done to me.” I stared at Marissa and JoBeth cuddling together before me.

“I am aware. I have witnessed your depravities from Heaven. The Council has enjoyed your antics and those of your family.”

“Right, right, we’ve been your reality TV.” I shook my head. “That’s messed up. We’re people. I can’t believe God gave my dad these powers to entertain you.”

“Eternity can get boring,” Seraphiel said. “Besides, your indignation isn’t heartfelt. I can tell how much you enjoy this.”

I giggled. “True. So, get to licking my pussy and asshole.” I shuddered. “Make sure you get my asshole. I have a special one that enjoys being played with.”

“Yes, your father’s perversion at work.”

“I know!” I said in delight. “Now get to work.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I gasped as the angel grabbed my ass. Her skin was hot. Like really hot, but she didn’t burn me. I groaned, realizing she was made of fire. Her hands kneaded me as I waited for her to start licking. I felt the heat of her approaching my cunt. That wonderful delight.

Then her tongue licked fire across my pussy.

I gasped at the burning touch caressing my cuntlips. It was this amazing heat. This wonderful, wicked delight that surged through me. I groaned as she thrust her tongue into my twat’s depths, swirling around.

“Ooh, you’re not bad,” I moaned, my hips wiggling from side to side.

“Anael gave me pointers,” she said. “She wanted to make sure I could please you.”

“She’s Daddy’s first angel, right?” I asked. “Never mind, don’t care. Just eat me. I want to cum on that fiery tongue.”

I shuddered as her tongue darted through my folds again. That fiery sweep slid up my fourteen-year-old twat to reach my taint. She kept going and going. It was such a treat. She reached my asshole. She darted around my naughty sphincter. I shuddered as her tongue danced over my backdoor, rimming me.

My asshole felt incredible bathed by her fiery heat. She soaked me with her saliva, this molten liquid. I loved how she was so hot and yet didn’t burn me. My pussy drank it in, my fingers clenching on the carpet. My small breasts quivered.

“Oh, my fucking god, yes!” I moaned, wiggling my hips. “Ooh, that’s nice. That’s great. Just lick me like that. It’s the best. You’re the best. Just amazing.”

“Mmm,” she purred. She pressed her tongue into my asshole and darted around inside of me. “What an interesting taste.”

“I love it,” I moaned.

“The taste of ass in general or me tasting yours.”

“Both!”

She let out a purring sound then nuzzled her mouth into my pussy again. Her tongue darted up and down my folds. She teased me with her hunger, flicking up across my taint to caress my asshole before returning to my twat. She gave me such a wicked and naughty treat. This amazing pleasure that would feel just so incredible when I came.

Her tongue thrust into my cunt. She licked and lapped around inside my sheath. This wonderful heat surged through my body. My hips wiggled back and forth. I ground on her, rubbing my pussy across her hungry mouth.

My small titties quivered. My head lowered, pressing my crown against the floor. I stared down my body as she licked from my cunt to my asshole and back again. She rimmed me and then wiggled her tongue into my asshole.

“Oh, yes, yes,” I gasped. “Ooh, wiggle that hot tongue into my asshole. That’s incredible.”

She plundered my asshole. Her tongue felt amazing. She made me shudder and groan. My head tossed from side to side. My butt-cheeks clenched about her face. I loved the way her tongue darted through my folds. She teased me. It felt incredible to enjoy. Her tongue wiggled around in my anal depths, stimulating my naughty bowels.

The pleasure built in my cunt. All that wonderful heat swelled in my pussy. My orgasm fed on it. Her fingers kneaded my rump as she thrust her tongue as deep into my asshole as she could reach. I loved it.

But she could do more.

“Your fingers!” I moaned.

“Mistress?” she asked.

“Use those fingers, too! I have a pussy needing to be loved! Eat my asshole and finger my twat!”

“As you will, Mistress.”

Her searing lips sealed over my asshole. The angel sucked hard. I gasped, savoring this wicked and wanton heat. The pleasure rippled through my body. I wiggled my hips back and forth as her digits moved. They traced down my butt-cheek and reached my pussy.

Living fire plunged into my cunt. Her fingers buried deep into my twat. My pussy walls drank in that wonderful heat. I gasped, my snatch squeezing down on them my bowels clutching at her tongue probing into my anal depths.

“Yes, yes, just like that!” I moaned. “Oh, my god, yes! Eat my asshole! Ooh, you dirty angel-slut! Yes, yes, you’re going to be my naughty, nasty angel-slut!”

Her tongue darted through my pussy lips, teasing me, loving me. Her probing digits and naughty tongue were so amazing to feel. To experience. My orgasm swelled so fast as her fingers plundered my cunt’s depths. Her sizzling tongue swirled through my asshole.

“My clit!” I howled. “Don’t forget my clit! That needs to be loved, too. That needs you to massage me.”

She pressed her hot thumb against my little bud. I gasped in delight as she rubbed it. This heat rippled through me. I squeezed my eyes shut. My orgasm swelled so fast. Her fire assaulted my naughty bits.

“You wicked angel-slut!” I moaned. “Yes, yes, you’re mine!”

“Yours, Mistress,” she purred into my asshole.

She thrust her tongue into my sphincter and caressed me. This wanton, wonderful, delicious heat surged through me. I squeezed my eyes shut. My back arched as every muscle in my body tensed. Anticipation surged through me.

She pressed harder on my clit. My bud exploded with pleasure.

I came.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled, my cunt convulsing around her fingers. My juices gushed out onto her hot skin. I heard the sizzle of my passion on her skin. Her tongue caressed my sphincter, teasing me as the waves of bliss shot through me. “That’s how you please me!”

“Yes, Mistress!” she moaned, pumping her fingers in and out of my cunt.

I trembled through the bliss. I loved it. She massaged my clit. She teased me. That wonderful pleasure surged through my body. It was incredible. My mind drowned beneath the angel’s hot touch. Seraphiel licked at my asshole. Fingered my pussy. Gave me bliss.

I hit that wonderful peak. I hovered there for a moment, and then I collapsed. I rolled onto my side, trembling as my orgasm faded away. I then rolled onto my back, staring at Seraphiel lit by her flaming sword.

“So what’s my dad up to?” I asked.

“Editing the world,” she said. “I am your distraction.”

“Distract away!” I said and giggled.

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Becky Davies

“Daddy?” I asked, frowning as Daddy played with his phone. The room was filled with all these people.

“It’s okay,” he said, getting a titty fuck from a busty woman I didn’t know.

“Mmm, yes, honey,” Mommy said, another busty woman settling between her thighs to eat her pussy. “Time’s paused. Your daddy’s just editing the world.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. The entire world? What had happened?

“Mistress Becky,” one of the watching figures said. She had purple eyes and short, blonde hair framing a beautiful, if wild, face. She had pouty lips and round breasts. “Would you come with me? I am Rachiel, the Angel of Lesbianism and your personal servant.”

She took my hand and pulled me from the bed, leaving behind Tonya lying on her side, frozen. The other figures—angels, I guessed—parted around us. An angel of lesbianism? I thought lesbianism was a sin.

“Are you really an angel of lesbianism?” I asked as we reached the hallway. More of these angels crowded in here. How many were there?

“There is an angel for all aspects of humanity,” said Rachiel. “Even ones that the Most High disapproves of.”

“He sounds like a prude,” I muttered.

“To your perspective,” she said. She smiled at me. “You have very lovely tits. I’ve wanted to play with them for a while.”

“So you’re a naughty angel,” I said, smiling as she opened the door to my bedroom. Luckily, no angels were crowding in here.

“I’m the twin of Anael in spirit if not in quite the scope,” she said. “There’s four of us angels of sex. Two males and two females. And your daddy chose me to please you and keep you distracted while he works. He’s doing tedious things right now.”

“Editing the world?” I asked.

Rachiel nodded as she pressed me down on her bed. Then she went to my dresser drawer. “Now, I know you have some naughty toys in here. I loved watching you lead your friend Tonya into having sex with her mother. That was so hot. Some of the best delights to watch.”

I shuddered as she said that. To think all of Heaven was watching us. “If the Most High is a prude, why did he sent Anael to my father.”

“To see how he would handle temptation, I assume,” said Rachiel. “Here we are.” She pulled out my gel-blue, double-headed dildo. Thick and long and jiggling. “All editors have their own temptations. To see how they’ll handle it. How they’ll use their powers. It’s always entertaining, though none have ever figured out how to unlock their phones before.”

“How many editors have there been?” I asked.

“Oh, many,” she said. “One every few decades. At least two a century.”

I blinked. “Oh.”

“Many fail spectacularly and their edits are reset while others accomplish world-changing events before things proved untenable for them.” She shrugged. “It keeps things interesting. Eternity can be boring without any amusements.”

“So it’s all a game, huh?” I said.

“I suppose. I can’t speak for the Most High and his motivations but…” She smiled. “Mmm, this will be fun.”

I shook my head as she approached. Without my glasses on or my contacts in, she went from a fuzzy form to sharp and clear when she reached me. She sucked on the end of the dildo as she crawled onto my bed beside me, her round breasts jiggling.

I swallowed, my heart beating so fast. What she said was offensive, but she was so sexy. My own angel to make love to… And one of lesbianism. My pussy burned. She popped her mouth off and turned the dildo around, bringing that wet end to my juicy cunt.

“Mmm, we’re going to have so much fun,” she said. “I love busty girls. It’s been two-hundred-years since I was allowed to guide a mortal. She was such a treat. I unleashed her lesbian passion. She made so many of them before she was lost to her sin and the Most High erased everything she did.”

“He can do that?” I asked.

“If the person forgets why they were given the power. To be free. She became a slave to her own lusts.” Rachiel giggled as she pressed the dildo into my cunt. “Mmm, I bet that feels nice. I’m going to love riding the other end. Dildos are such a wonderful treat. Women have been inventing them for as long as humans existed.”

I shuddered as it penetrated me. That thick shaft spread me open. I whimpered, my back arching. My large breasts jiggled. The dildo reached my cervix, filling me up. I shuddered as she threw a leg over my right thigh. She scissored our legs, slipping her knee beneath my left thigh. Then she brought the other end to her hairless pussy. Her tits swayed as she slid down it.

As she engulfed more and more of her end of the dildo, my end pressed against my cervix, teasing me. I groaned. My hands grabbed her thighs, feeling her muscles flexing beneath me as she took more and more of the toy in her.

“Wow,” I panted as she bottomed out on it, her pussy lips kissing mine. With our legs partly scissored together, she could grind her cunt into mine, sending pleasure rippling through me. “That’s nice.”

“Ooh, they did not have such flexible toys two hundred years ago,” she moaned. “This is nice. I’m so glad your father edited me to be your servant. Mmm, Mistress Becky, we’re going to have a lot of fun together when your father pauses time.”

“Yes,” I moaned, my pussy clenching around the dildo. My hand stroked her upper thighs up to her hips. “Trib me.”

“Gladly!”

She undulated her hips, rubbing her hot cunt against mine. Our pussy lips rubbed together while the dildo stirred around inside of us. It felt wonderful. This heat surged through my body. I groaned, my heart pounding, boiling blood pumping through my body. I gasped as my clit drank in the wet massage of her juicy twat.

Her breasts jiggled as she ground against me. Then she lifted her hips. Her cunt gripped her end of the dildo, sliding my end out of my pussy. I gasped at the sudden stimulation in my depths. I groaned as she slammed back down, driving the toy deep into me.

I squirmed on my bed, my fingers stroking her thighs, feeling the muscles rotate as she did it again, sliding the dildo in and out of my pussy, fucking me. When she bottomed out, our pussy lips kissed. She undulated her hips, grinding her cunt against mine before rising up again.

It was an incredible treat. Something new and different. Something fantastic to enjoy. I groaned, savoring this pleasure as she worked her hips. She fucked that dildo in and out of me and tribbed me all at the same time.

“Ooh, lesbian angels know some wicked tricks,” I purred.

She winked a purple eye at me.

I shuddered as her hips undulated from side to side, rubbing our pussy lips together. Then she rose up, my cunt clenching about the dildo sliding out and then ramming back in as she came down. My clit burst with pleasure.

Her hands found my breasts. I groaned as she massaged my sensitive mounds. She licked her lips, working her hips faster and faster, tribbing harder, fucking me with more passion. Pleasure rippled through me, all these sensations surging and caressing and mixing inside of my nethers.

“Mmm,” she purred, this smoldering look burning in her purple eyes, “I am so glad to play with your sensitive boobs. Yes, yes, your father made your tits special, didn’t he?”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, the pleasure of her fingers feeling almost as good as the dildo pumping in and out of my cunt. “I can cum just from them being groped.”

“I know.” She thrust her hips down hard, jamming my end of the dildo deep into my cunt. The pleasure rippled through me. “I’m going to make you explode.”

“Yes!” I gasped, my fingers biting into her thighs.

My pussy lips drank in the feel of her grinding cunt before she slid up and down. I shuddered. The bed didn’t move despite how hard she fucked me. No creaking joints. It was so silent beyond the pair of us. I loved it. My head tossed back and forth. This wonderful delight surged through my body. It was an incredible bliss to enjoy.

She slammed her cunt hard down the dildo. The pleasure burst through me. I groaned, this wonderful heat surging through my flesh. My head tossed back and forth. I loved every moment of this, savoring the angel’s naughty actions.

I licked my lips, whimpering, groaning. The pleasure surged through my body from my tits and my pussy. My clit sparked as her hot cuntlips rubbed across them. The dildo pumped away in my cunt. I whimpered, the heat building and building. It would consume me. I wanted it. Craved it. Ached for it.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she purred. “Mmm, yes, you like that, don’t you? You like it when I do this.”

She twisted her hips and squeezed my tits at the same time. Her fingers slid up to my nipples. I gasped as she grabbed them. She seized and twisted them. It was incredible. I whimpered and groaned, my back arching. She stretched out my tits as the pleasure shot down to my snatch.

She rose up, sliding the dildo in and out of my cunt. Her snatch must be clenched so tight around the dildo to keep that grip. Then she rammed it back into me. My pussy lips and clit drank in the kissing heat of her vulva.

Pleasure sparked.

Burst.

Exploded.

I came.

My cunt writhed around the dildo. I whimpered, my entire body thrashing. The pleasure surged through me. This wild heat. This amazing bliss. I whimpered. My head tossed back and forth. The pleasure reached such a zenith in me. An incredible peak of rapture. It was amazing. I drank it in.

“Rachiel!” I howled, my pussy convulsing around the dildo as she ground her hot pussy against mine.

“Yes, yes, I can feel your passion!” she moaned, her body trembling. Her fingers twisted my nipples harder.

I exploded again.

“I can feel the depths of your passion, Mistress Becky!” she howled. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s so good. Mmm, I love it! I love you, Mistress!”

Hot juices gushed over my pussy lips. The heat of her passion seared through me. I groaned, savoring being bathed by my cream. My body trembled on the bed. The rapture danced through me. A mighty sweep of passion that consumed me utterly.

Stars burst before my eyes as the Angel of Lesbianism leaned over and kissed me hard on the mouth. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. I shuddered as I held her tight. Our breasts pressed together. Nipples kissed.

The angel broke the kiss. “Mmm, want to play with more of your toys?”

“Yes,” I groaned.

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James Davies

“James,” a voice whispered. “James, awaken.”

I groaned and shifted, feeling two rigid bodies on either side of me, a pair of breasts that felt like concrete pressing into my chest, a lithe body behind me that felt as hard as a statue. I blinked and rolled over to see a pair of emerald-green eyes staring down at me set in a pale face. Twin braids of black hair fell down her.

“Do not be afraid, James,” she said. “Your father sent me to you. I am Iofiel, the Angel of Beauty and Art. I want to inspire you to paint. To create beauty.”

“Paint?” I groaned as she took my hand. “What is going on?”

“Your father is editing the world,” she said, her touch gentle, her smile beautiful. She was naked and with round breasts, her legs lithe. A light down of black hair adorned her pussy. “Until he is finished, reality is paused. I am your gift, your companion during these times when he does not crave your council when enacting his will on the world.”

“This is a weird dream,” I muttered, sliding over Ruri. She lay on her side, looking alive and yet… She wasn’t breathing. She was like a living painting, a frozen moment captured forever. I shuddered, feeling like I’d entered one of my drawings I used to make of her.

“I know,” said Iofiel. “They are your muses, aren’t they? You have been drawing them for years, getting better and better until you had created them with such life-like skill your father was able to breathe life into them and manifest them as real.”

“Yeah,” I said, smiling down at Orihime and Ruri. They faced each other, hands almost touching.

“But you haven’t drawn them since they came to life,” said Iofiel. “Instead, Seth used you to create all those hundreds of other women that mostly sleep in their drawings, waiting to be awakened and allowed to serve your family.”

I blinked. “I haven’t drawn them, have I?” I glanced at my desk. “I haven’t worked on my comic starring them. The world I created for them.”

Iofiel touched my heart. “That is the power of imagination. To create whole universes from the nebulous entanglement of your thoughts.” Her fingers stroked across my chest. “It is what the Most High placed in all humans. This potential to glimpse what he does.”

“Creation?”

She nodded. “Through drawing, prose, poetry, song, sculpting, and more. Some have that reflection stronger than others. I want you to draw for me. I want to see your passion, James. Bring Ruri and Orihime to life on the page again. Capture them in another frozen moment of time. They will be a delight to see it when they awaken.”

I nodded, feeling it. She broke away and grabbed my sketchpad and pencils. She brought them to me. I took them and smiled. It was like the fact that if she touched it, I could manipulate them. Then she broke away and sat down.

My audience. My critic.

I stared down at the two girls I loved, the two girls that though I didn’t bring them to life, I had created them, inspired by their source material. But they weren’t perfect representations of either the Orihime of Bleach or the Ruri of Nadesico. They were my interpretation of them, changed by my desires into something new.

Something I loved.

I drew the first line.

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Steve Davies

I worked frantically through the countries, Linda at my side. I was making a world of peace and freedom. A planet that would see me as their ultimate ruler, their guide to something better. Wars would end overnight. Poverty would evaporate as citizens put aside their petty concerns and devoted themselves to helping each other.

What I had done in Rainier would be replicated across the world.

I would end all the suffering and misery that humans delivered on each other with a few simple tweaks. Why hadn’t the Most high done this? He could have edited the world in the same way I was. He could have alleviated all the dark horrors and petty hurts men and women inflicted upon each other.

Anger brewed in me as I worked through each country alphabetically, making the same changes to them, guided by Jophiel. Why hadn’t he? Why had he allowed us to suffer? Was this truly all a game to the Most High? He gave me this power, called me Player One, and then set up an enemy to face me. Anael said the Divine Council, the host of angels I’d taken control over, all watched.

“Just one more,” whispered my wife as I opened up Zimbabwe’s menu. Another country that suffered, full of poverty caused by a host of problems from the effects of British colonialism to centuries of tribal warfare. Full of petty men aching for revenge on the supposed wrongs committed before they were ever born, destroying themselves in the process.

It was the same all over the world. Mankind’s selfishness caused so many issues. We had to recognize that we were all one species. Race, ethnicity, tribes, countries, sexuality, and political beliefs were unimportant before that fact.

“Steve,” my wife whimpered. We weren’t being pleasured by the angels. Hours and hours of changing countries were about to end. Becky and Sam watched from the doorway, bored with making love with the angels I’d sent them.

“You can do it, Daddy,” Sam cheered.

I made the final change and then hit COMPILE. I made my choice, confirmed my changes. Another twelve charges used. I had so many left. It was time to unpause and witness the world change. I closed the app.

All the angels vanished.

There was only Linda pressed beside me now, while Tammy slept on, unaware that any time had passed. My daughters darted to the bed, beaming with excitement. My wife turned and grabbed the remote for the TV. She turned it on and flipped to CNN.

I shuddered to see the late-night hosts crying. The man and woman were both shuddering. She shuffled papers while he stared into the camera with this look of abject guilt on his face. He rubbed his hands together.

“I… I…” He struggled to speak. “Did that just happen? Did I just feel that? Did the world just change?”

Someone spoke off-camera. The female host pressed her papers into her eyes as she kept crying. The man leaned back in his chair. “I’ve abused my position here at CNN. I’ve helped shape the news not to report on it, but to manipulate. I thought it was right. A war of ideas that had to be fought, to destroy those I thought were evil but… but… I saw Him.”

The woman nodded.

“You’re a god,” Linda whispered, her voice husky.

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Your audience is granted, Beloved.

Most High, your editor has transgressed. He has violated your will.

And, Morning Star?

Because of his transgression, sin has touched him. His works came about because of my interference. Through his wife, he has broken your command. You forbade him from editing any more of your Divine Council, and now they all serve him. Heaven has never been so empty, Most High. All his actions belong to me. All the results of his actions are mine. The Host of Heaven serves my instrument. The World worships him as a god. You sit upon my throne, Most High.

Only if my editor chooses wrong.

He’s human. He will. I accuse Steven Davies of the greatest transgression of your law, Most High. Judge him. Find him guilty and deliver him on to me. I own him now. Your nature shall allow no other option.

Your request is granted, Morning Star. Judgment shall be passed upon my editor. If he is guilty as you assert, he is yours.

To be continued…

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