Skylar and Cora - World Tour (Patreon)

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Skylar and Cora - World Tour
Written by HarmonyMotion
Commissioned by frostcz

Chapter 1

“Cora…” Skylar hovered above the charred, headless corpses of the cheerleaders, still heartbroken. In her outstretched hand, she held Cora’s rigid, twitching body aloft as she infused her first and only friend with an endless portion of her endless power.

“Mmmmffff!!!!!” Cora moaned, the silken touch of Skylar’s fingers rendering her completely helpless, quivering in pure, unadulterated, mind-blowing ecstasy.

And that was without Skylar’s torrential outflow of energy pouring into the lucky, dark-haired spasming girl.

“I don’t know what to do. I’ve… I’ve never felt like this before! Is this… is this pain!?” Skylar was on the verge of tears. “Am I crying!? I didn’t even know I could cry!”

A disconsolate Skylar examined the palm of her own hand in complete disbelief. Her vision blurred from the tears dripping from her perfect, sky blue eyes.

Still infusing her lover with power, she allowed heat to build behind her irises, turning her salty tears into steam. But they just kept flowing! Skylar really ramped up the energy then, setting the fabrics of her house on fire, boiling away the pool of blood beneath her feet, and let the scorching energy launch out of her eyes.

She blasted away all of the neighboring houses in a blinding beam of searing, white hot energy.

The thick rays of infinite destruction poured out of her eyes as she tried to turn her sorrow into ash. Skylar’s childhood home didn’t just burn down; it disintegrated into subatomic particles before those, too, were erased from existence.. The cheerleaders’ corpses erupted into flames, leaving only bleached bones that looked as though they’d sat in the desert sun for thousands of years, until their skeletons also succumbed and turned to less than dust.

But Skylar’s all-destructive lasers didn’t stop there. They punctured wide, scorching, blackened holes into everything in their path. The ambient energy radiated outward in a sphere of sweltering heat, leaving a deep crater underneath Skylar’s lightspeed blast.

“Arrrrrgh!” Skylar screamed, trying to excise this horrible pain from her body. She closed her eyes, her perfect nose somehow runny, her lips feeling the unfamiliar sensation of being contorted into a frown. Even then, she was the most beautiful creature on earth.

Her sonic scream carved a second canal even deeper into the Earth’s crust.

“Cora! Cora! Help! I don’t know how to endure this suffering! This… this hurts!” Skylar sobbed as she hunched over, wrapping both of her long, slim arms around her torso. She finally released her grip on Cora, cutting the flow of power.

Cora fell to the floor, her body the only thing in the vicinity left unscathed from Skylar’s laser outburst of sorrow. She felt the infinite swirling power from her beloved goddess flowing inside of her, churning her superpowered, hypersensitive pussy into a never ending, constantly ascending orgasm.

“Aaaaaaah!!!” Cora screamed as her mind melted from the pleasure. Her body bent in half so violently, she nearly broke her own spine, even with Skylar’s power reinforcing her into superhuman toughness.

She was curled up into a little ball, trying to hold onto this wonderful gift Skylar had given her. A blindingly bright orb of rainbow lights swirled all around her, caressing her skin and igniting her nerves with even more heartstopping pleasure.

“Skylar…” Cora panted, her voice weakening, her body beginning to surrender. “It’s… too… much…” Her nipples vibrated as her body sought some way to ease the forces of her unstoppable orgasm. She gushed sweet nectar from her overworked, aching sex. Cora’s mouth went slack as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her vision was fading to black.

Skylar grabbed her little friend, straightened her out effortlessly with both hands, then brought the girl’s lips to her own.

Sealing them tight, Skylar inhaled briefly, reclaiming enough of the overwhelming energy into her own endless pool, leaving Cora merely breathlessly aroused instead of catatonically mind broken.

“Skylar…” A reinvigorated Cora simultaneously felt frustration and empathy for this impossible, naive girl. Frustration that Skylar literally did not understand the concept of loss or pain. Empathic over just how devastated she was.

Not that Cora would have acted any differently had she known exactly how this would play out. No way.

Everything was too perfect.

Skylar sniffed again and wiped away the tears running down her cheeks. Her natural dark eyeshadow and bright blue eyes still looked as perfect and seductive as ever. She could probably fly through a town while crying, and anyone who laid eyes on the supernatural blonde would still fall to their knees and fucking come for her.

God, Cora loved Skylar. So very, very much.

“Better?” Skylar choked.

“Thank you, Skylar…” Cora whispered breathlessly. It was still more power than she’d ever held before.

“I just… I just killed a lot of people… by accident…” Skylar muttered matter-of-factly. Her soul was devoid of emotion.

“Yes.” The prospect of what Skylar could become thrilled Cora.

“Maybe… maybe I could bring them all back? You were the one who taught me that I could do whatever I wanted.”

“Um, Skylar, wait…”

Chapter 2

Skylar soared high into the air, examining the mile-long destruction she had wrought with a glance. Cora followed meekly, unsure of what to say to her goddess. If she could actually put everything back together, would Cora’s little ploy be up?

Cora tried to still her rapidly beating heart. If she weren’t so super, she would have been a bundle of nerves, dripping sweat.

Skylar, still stark naked from incinerating all of the expensive fashion she was advertising, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her bountiful bosom heaved, catching Cora’s eye and rendering her catatonic with just a glimpse. Her abs flexed into view as she shook the tension out her hands and legs as she prepared to try a new, impossible feat.

Skylar’s palms, pointed downward at the earth, began to glow. Amazingly, the earth began to heal its smoking crater, refilling with soil and plant life. Houses and streets materialized out of thin air, reforming from the ground up.

Cora couldn’t believe her eyes! Even after all the fucking impossible things this girl did, witnessing the fucking creation of matter had to be somewhere off the imaginable scale. Flying, okay. Super breath, super strength, invulnerable, even lasers that fired out of her eyes. Fine. Beauty that warped people’s sexuality and brought them to their knees in worship and orgasm… Cora’s clit swelled at the thought of it. Her pussy began to ache, leaking her now aphrodisiac love juices. She moaned. That power of Skylar’s was definitely fine by Cora. More than fine.

But creating things out of thin air?

And what about life?!

Cora held her breath, not that she needed to breathe after all the power Skylar had granted. She could only watch as Skylar continued to play being a literal goddess.

Green, vibrant trees sprang out of the ground, growing as if in fast forward. Houses warped into existence from the ground up, followed by driveways with parked cars. The overwhelming heat of the area cooled back from its prior hundreds of degrees to a normal, sunny day. Even the wind was blowing its fresh, cool breeze once more, all guided by Skylar’s glowing hands.

“And now…” Skylar said to herself.

With a snap of her slender fingers which thundered like a cannonball being fired, she filled the houses with people.

“Let’s go see Mom and Dad!” Skylar’s heart surged with hope. Only then did she remember she was butt naked.

“Oops! Mom would be upset, and Dad probably couldn’t handle seeing me like this.” She glanced over at Cora’s voluptuous naked body as well. “And you neither. Let me…”

Skylar gestured down her body with a single hand, weaving a facsimile of the clothes she used to model and endorse. Dressed in a designer tee with a stylized “Skylar Sierra” on it and a pair of faded, figure hugging painted on jeans, she tried to recreate the normalcy of her former life. She gripped both of her earlobes with her pretty hands, then pulled them down and away, creating a sparkling, intricate pair of eight carat diamonds. A pair of trendy sneakers completed her ensemble.

“Look! Just like the old me!” Skylar chirped happily.

“Yes, Skylar. The old you,” Cora tried not to sound despondent. If Skylar could really pull this off, Cora would be so doomed. If Skylar were merciful, maybe she would just wink Cora out of existence. If not… well, Cora had already seen what Skylar had done to Amber and her squad.

She shivered.

“Huh. Are you cold? Even after all that power I gave you? You humans really are fragile.” Skylar snapped her fingers at Cora.

Immediately, Cora was dressed in a black punk tee with her own stylized “Cora Coburn”, a black mini-skirt that covered halfway down her luscious thighs, and a pair of black boots. It was the first outfit that Skylar had seen the goth girl in.

“Is that okay?”

“Oh my god! Skylar! Your clothes… feel so…. Mmmmmf!!!”

Cora’s body went rigid yet again as Skylar’s goddess generated clothing rubbed against her skin. Her entire body became an intense, undeniable erogenous zone as Skylar’s power, transferred through her goth outfit, prickled her tingling body and sent jolts of pleasure firing down her nerves.

“It does feel good, doesn’t it?” Skylar traced her hands over the contours of her own, even more glorious beauty, shuddering under her own energy’s tender caress. “Way better than the stuff I used to model. Why did I even care about that back then? It’s not like I would ever need money.”

“Yeah, Skylar… you aren’t bound by the rules… nnng… that we are…” Cora tried. “Why even try… aaaah… to recreate your parents…”

“Cora! These are my parents you’re talking about! How dare you!” Skylar’s eyes glowed with fury.

Cora withered under Skylar’s terrifying demeanor. Even the lust borne from the intimate contact with Skylar’s supernaturally conjured outfit was no match for that simple, forceful statement.

“S-s-sorry! S-s-skylar!” Cora’s teeth wouldn’t stop chattering! Oh god, she was so scared!

“Now come, let’s go see if I can properly introduce you to my parents this time!” Skylar cheered hopefully.

Cora hoped otherwise.

Skylar dove headfirst through the air like a missile except far more beautiful, and far more powerful. She stopped just above the sidewalk in front of her house, coming to a complete, serene standstill. There wasn’t even a slipstream of her rapid descent.

Cora, by contrast, was tailing Skylar’s almost imperceptible movement as fast as she could. She squinted and poured on the speed, still amazed by the gap between the two of them. Her slipstream threatened to nuke the entire neighborhood.

Skylar craned her neck at her companion, pursed her pink lips, and blew a sweet kiss at the oncoming supergirl. It washed over Cora, leaving her unaffected, but negated the force of her wake into nothingness.

Cora actually panted for air as she “landed” next to Skylar.

“You have to be careful when you’re flying that fast,” Skylar lectured. “Last time..”

“You flattened… a small village… a few years ago,” Cora wheezed for air. “I remember…”

“Oh, you know about that!”

“I told you, Skylar… I’m your biggest fan…”

“Well, you know I spent a lot of time apologizing and making it up to them. It’s something you should practice too. The hyperspeed flying thing, I mean.”

“But how did you… it doesn’t even make sense!” Cora was regaining her breath.

Skylar shrugged. “Just think it and do it, like me!” She beamed. She was gaining confidence. “It’ll work!” Her statement was intended for her own creation efforts as much as for Cora’s sake. She floated toward her front door.

“Mom? Dad?” Skylar tried to temper her excitement as she opened the front door.

“Yes dear?” Her mother answered from inside the house.

“Mom!!!” Skylar flew in. Cora considered making a run for it. Maybe, just maybe, she could exit Earth’s atmosphere before Skylar would notice…

Oh, who was she kidding. If Skylar knew what Cora’d done, she’d be dead within a heartbeat. Who knew exactly what power Skylar would use, but whatever it was, she would be utterly unstoppable. No amount of distance would change that. She walked behind the floating Skylar, doing mental gymnastics as she struggled to conjure an excuse.

“Mom! Is that you? I want to introduce you to my friend Cora!” Skylar announced as she turned the corner to the living room. And then, Skylar gasped and went silent.

Something was wrong. Cora, hope against hope, blurred as she ran up next to Skylar.

Skylar’s mother and father were there in the living room, floating in the air. They were alive, flesh and blood, but appeared to be… lifeless. Like puppets with invisible strings.

Skylar gagged. Physically gagged.

“What… what did I just do!?” Skylar shrieked in bewilderment at her own physical reaction.

Her mother and father just looked at her blankly for a moment, before beginning to respond.

“Oh dear, are you sick? We’ve never seen you get sick before. Here, let us warm you some milk.”

Her parents, floating in the air, arms and legs down like quadrupeds, began to hover toward the kitchen.

Skylar screamed and destroyed the neighborhood once more.

Cora thanked her lucky stars as a raging inferno blazed all around her while Skylar nuked everything with her eyes.

Chapter 3

“Cora, Cora, what do I do!? What was that??!” Skylar grabbed her friend by the arms and shook her violently.

“W-ww-w-w-w-w-ww-haahaajajaja,” Cora’s lips flapped as her body flailed violently. She couldn’t resist Skylar’s strength at all!

“Cora!!! Tell me!!” Skylar whined. She let go of Cora, but the girl was still flapping.

Cora was beginning to lose consciousness.

“Agh! So weak, so frail, so useless! Even you!” Skylar insulted Cora, even as she pressed the tip of her index finger in between Cora’s cleavage and empowered her further.

Cora’s breasts swelled even further as her nipples poked through her tank top. She could feel her legs lengthening even more, the fire in her budding womb growing ever hotter. Just how did Skylar feel all the time!? Containing all of this infinite power, and surely limiting her own beauty. Cora bet that if Skylar really cut loose, people would die from the oppressive aura of lust Skylar radiated.

And oh god, did Cora want to experience that.

She wanted to get absolutely obliterated by Skylar’s beauty. To unrestrain her. Help her take her rightful place in this pathetic, insignificant world. And now, Skylar’s parents and the history of what Cora had done was well and truly buried.

“Cora? Are you okay yet?” Skylar asked impatiently. She hadn’t even put any strength into her shaking.

“Y-y-y-y-yessss…” Cora’s voice vibrated through her still fluctuating body.

“What was my… when I saw my… my parents… my body, it...”

Skylar retched again as she conjured up that cursed image in her mind. Cora winced at the awful sound.

“This is what we do when we’re about to vomit,” Cora explained.

“Me, vomit!?” Skylar was bent over, and Cora could swear there was the merest hint of sweat on the perfect girl’s forehead.

“When we see something really grotesque, or when we’re sick... this is a natural reaction for us.”

“Well it sucks!” Skylar proclaimed. “How do I get rid of it?”

“Let’s get away from here,” Cora urged, wanting to put more distance between Skylar’s past for her own sake as much as Skylar’s. “Not dredge up your bad memories. It looks like what’s done is done, sadly. Even for you.”

Skylar reached for the brunette girl’s hand for support. Cora gasped. Skylar genuinely wanted her help? Physically?

Cora gracefully accepted Skylar’s reach, and dragged the floating girl back into the sky, away from the re-cratered earth.

High in the afternoon sky, Skylar finally stopped dry heaving. She wiped her silky smooth brow, not a trace of perspiration or illness on her angel face after a few seconds of recovery.

“Well, when we grieve, we often have sex. That takes our mind off of things,” Cora offered hopefully. “...But, if you’re talking about how to fix this pain for all of humankind…”

“All humans do is hurt each other, slowly, subtly, every day,” Cora drew on her personal experience. “You saw how everyone at school treated me. It’s nothing you would pay attention to as the world’s most powerful goddess and superhero, but for me… every day was like torture.”

“Yes yes yes yes!” Skylar eagerly nodded. “I’m supposed to be a superhero after all. And this is the first big thing I care about. I want to make it so that nobody gets hurt like me and my parents. No more evil. No more killing. No more… near-vomiting.”

“Like today,” Skylar’s perfect mind recalled that grotesque image of her parents. She retched again.

“Yes, like that.”

“Tell me how to fix it!” Skylar pleaded.

“The only way to stop it is to rule over us. It’s your place,” Cora whispered reverently. “You’re so much better than us, so much more powerful, so transcendently beautiful…”

Skylar’s eyes glowed. Cora, along with the rest of the world, felt Skylar’s presence forcefully enter their minds. She flashed a brief image of herself into everyone’s mental vision. Her honeyed voice overwhelmed everyone’s senses, causing the entire world to shiver in lust from her telepathic announcement.

“This is Skylar. I am the ruler of humanity now. Submit before my commands. I will bring peace to Earth and save you from your everyday struggles.”

Her declaration was seductive, forceful, and final.

Cora shuddered as Skylar’s mental image faded, granting her free will again.

“Cora!” Skylar yelled, back to normal. “The whole world is panicking! They don’t want to be ruled by me!”

Cora smiled. “Okay, now let me show you what we need to do. Let me make an example out of those who hurt me before…”

Cora flew back to Henderson High, shattering the concrete steps with her superhero landing. Skylar merely floated above her, curious to see Cora’s plan.

The entire school was in panic from Skylar’s announcement. Teachers were trying to get their classes back into order as the adults awaited responses from their nation’s leaders. Some were calling their family to see if they had heard Skylar’s impossible announcement as clearly as they had.

Others were screaming and fleeing. There was a wave of students and some teachers flooding out of the double doors of the main entrance to the school. Half of them paused in terror when they found Skylar and Cora waiting for them on the shattered steps. The other half tried to run right past them.

Cora smiled sadistically.

“See, Skylar? These are the people who caused me pain. And now they’re refusing to submit to your divinity. Let me show you what we do to these people…”

Cora pursed her lips and wafted a gentle stream of her sweet breath over the crowd that had made their way outside. Her easy, near absolute zero kiss froze all of the runners on the spot, icing their bodies over in an instant. A thick layer of frost now coated the side of the school building, solidifying anyone inside who happened to be standing too close. The grass and trees in the wake of her cataclysmic puff frosted over in a thick layer of ice and continued outward for a mile before Cora’s icy exhalation finally dissipated.

The silence was deafening, only broken by the crackling sound of ice.

“See?” Cora raised both of her palms. “Much more orderly.”

Skylar was in the path of her friend’s blast, but of course her perfect beauty remained completely untouched and unblemished. She floated past all of the previously living people, now thick ice statues of Cora’s creation.

Skylar shrugged, not particularly impressed. “I don’t see how this will help.” Still, her fingers seemed to tremble in excitement and anticipation.

“It makes me feel a lot better,” Cora explained. “These people hurt me, and now, they’re denying the peace that you’re trying to give humanity. So we hurt them back and get rid of them.”

“Well, these people never hurt me. There’s no way anyone could hurt me.”

“Isn’t there?” Cora raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “Then why were you in so much pain earlier? Crying and vomiting, remember?”

Skylar’s ice-blue eyes took on a dangerous glint.

“You’re right, Cora. You’re so right. I need to open my mind. All of these assumptions I grew up with, I was blind to the afflictions of humanity.” She clenched a fist. “I understand now. People who hurt me don’t deserve to live,” she concluded.

“Yes!” Cora screamed giddily.

“But I’ve already killed Amber and her stupid squad. You’re right, it did make me feel better. But what now?”

“What about Amber’s stupid boyfriend, hmm?” Cora offered wickedly.

“Ohhhhh yesss…” Skylar hissed sadistically. “And Amber’s acquiantances. They were ultimately the ones responsible for my grief.”

“Well, why don’t you give it a try?” Cora gestured at the frozen double doors, with a crowd of terrified, retreating students behind it.

An idea formed in Skylar’s mind. Her body became ghostly incorporeal as she floated right through the closed doors of the school, not wanting to allow anyone passage. Once she was inside, her perfect tanned flesh turned solid once again.

The crowd gasped at yet another display of Skylar’s unfathomable power.

“Where is Chad?” she asked.

The students looked at each other, unsure of what to do. Most genuinely did not know. Some knew, but weren’t sure if they should sell him out.

Skylar’s eyes glowed as she scanned the sniveling students’ minds. She decided she would deal with the ones who knew and refused to divulge. They, like Amber’s acquaintances, were all evil and guilty.

Floating above their heads slow enough to be seen, Skylar began to tap each and every reluctant-to-answer student on the skull with her pinky. Their skulls collapsed like a wet paper bag from Skylar’s effortless blow, her single, delicate digit obliterating their hard bones. A sickening crack echoed after every little tap.

Nobody was sure how to react after the first two or three students Skylar executed this way. It took a few moments before they realized that she was even killing them with this tiny gesture!

And then, the crowd erupted in panic.

“He’s in Spanish class! Spanish!” Some blurted out.

“Nuh uh, too late!” Skylar taunted, really getting into it. Cora was right. This did feel good! And just because they answered now, didn’t mean they were exonerated for their hesitation and protection of Chad. She continued to dole out their punishment.

The chaotic crowd, crashing into each other in their attempts to get away, didn’t impede Skylar in the slightest. She continued to float overhead and deliver her lethal love taps, leaving only lifeless corpses with ruthless precision.

Outside, Cora smiled darkly, struggling to contain her sheer joy of the events she had manipulated.

“Skylar! Skylar, please leave some for me!” Cora called out, her voice rumbling the school’s concrete and rebar.

“If they hurt me, or are associated with anyone who hurt me, then I’m going to deal with them. You can have whoever’s left,” Skylar whispered directly into Cora’s mind. “Don’t get in my way.”

That little statement gripped Cora with absolute, abject, existential fear. She lost control of her perfect limbs, shuddering in pure terror from Skylar’s warning.

The students continued to fall, one at a time as Skylar lazily hovered over and executed them.

Cora watched Skylar rain terror upon the school until she floated out of view. Only then was Cora brave enough to make her advance. She had her own scores to settle.

She found Mr. Dane, her algebra teacher, corralling the students and begging them to remain calm. He had so much authority over her before, and he did nothing to stop the constant bullying that Cora endured.

She levitated off the floor, deciding that it was right for her to show her dominance. With Skylar not in the immediate vicinity, Cora didn’t need to stay rooted in order to respect the pecking order.

Now, she was at the top of the food chain.

Now, it was her turn.

Hands on hips, Cora floated imperiously into the classroom, crashing her invulnerable body into the door and shattering it into splinters. The entire room screamed in fear, expecting to see the beautiful blonde tyrant who had somehow invaded their minds with her announcement.

They gasped in relief when they realized it wasn’t Skylar.

“You… you’re not Skylar!”

“Are you here to save us!?”

“Oh thank god! Another superheroine, just in time!”

“Is this fate?!”

Cora couldn’t believe it. They expected her to challenge Skylar, the absolute Goddess? What miserable, ignorant mortals!

Mr. Dane took the lead in approaching Cora to beseech her assistance and mercy.

“Excuse me, miss… um… would you perhaps be here to save us? Skylar is… she’s… killing our students…” his hands trembled as the reality of the situation finally hit him. “You look kind of like her in your, um, that is, your ability to fly…”

Mr. Dane began to drool as he admired this raven-haired beauty’s magnificent otherworldly curves. Her creamy thighs, that slender waist, the curves of her more-than-ample bosom clearly visible underneath her Skylar-conjured top.

Cora sneered at the stupid little man. She traced her finger over the contoured swells of her chest, highlighting the logo that Skylar had printed onto it.

“Co… Cora Coburn!?” Mr. Dane read in a trance, before snapping out of his stupor. “But she was just a stupid, ugly girl in my class! She couldn’t even solve simple arithme… meh… meh...”

Then he gasped at the words he’d blurted.

“What were you saying, Mr. Dane?” She emphasized his meaningless title.

“You… how are you… this is impossible!” he waddled backwards, trembling in fear.

Cora examined her thick, black nails. She glanced at one of the popular, pretty girls in the back. A blinding beam of light emitted from Cora’s steel-grey eyes, and the girl’s headless body collapsed to the floor.

“Still seem impossible?” Cora smiled wide, her teeth gleaming like a predator about to slaughter its prey.

The entire classroom screamed. Their beautiful raven-haired would-be savior had turned into their worst nightmare.

Placing his own well-being above all of the students, Mr. Dane made a run for it. He brushed right past Cora’s side as he hastily made his way to the door. Cora merely watched him, hovering in midair like a statue, following his movements with her eyeballs as she smiled wickedly.

Just as he reached the debris of the shattered door, a wall of wind slammed into his back. Appearing out of nowhere was Cora, hands on hips, posing sinisterly as his feet left the floor and headed for a collision course with her gorgeous, elegant body.

The momentum from his frantic sprint, combined with Cora’s much more powerful burst of wind, lifted him off his feet as he shot forward as if fired from a cannon.

She didn’t move.

His head slammed into her firm bosom. That soft, sensitive, erotic flesh of Cora’s did not budge at all. But Mr. Dane’s body did. His neck snapped like a twig with a sick sound. Cora grabbed his lifeless corpse by the head, displayed her trophy for all to see, then flung him violently into the wall. The entire classroom shook as his corpse flattened against the plaster and drywall.

The students erupted into a blood-curdling, deafening scream.

Cora cackled, the sound of her sinister cackle overpowering the entire crowd of 30.

“Cora, no, wait, please don’t!” One of the smart girls pleaded with her. She’d always snickered when Mr. Dane put Cora on the spot for sleeping in class.

Cora flew over, gripped her by the neck, and threw her against the wall where she’d splattered Mr. Dane. Deep spiderweb cracks appeared in the wall.

The students screamed again. Cora scanned their faces, deciding which one she’d want to pick off next.

She reached for a pair of boys. They’d laughed once when Cora had gotten spitballed by the cheerleaders. With a simple fling of her arms, she tossed them both over her shoulder, one after the other, slamming right on target into the deepening indentation in the wall.

A group of students nearly made it out the door. Cora targeted a precise, pinpoint stream of her super cold super breath, creating six more ice statues of her fellow classmates. They served as nice sentinels blocking the only exit.

With the crowd trapped between her at the back of the classroom and the frozen barrier of human popsicles, Cora advanced in midair. The students closest to their icy colleagues began to scream in pain as the extreme cold blistered their skin.

Cora laughed at her little victims. Just the leftover remnants of her power was enough to hurt them! She didn’t even have to actively do anything to torture her playthings!

But she wanted to. Focusing inward, she drew upon her own inner personality. Unlike Skylar who constantly radiated worship, beauty, lust and seduction, Cora’s black soul projected an aura of terror, intimidation, and utter fright.

The retreating students couldn’t help but shamble away from the inexorable force of Cora’s unrelentingly evil presence. They stumbled into the frozen bodies of their colleagues, their skin bonding to the ice cold surface. One by one they fell into the trap, screaming from the pain of both the extreme frostbite and the tearing of their skin as they tried to rip free, only to plunge deeper into her icy labyrinth.

“Aww, is everyone stuck?” Cora asked when the bodies piled up. Already the people deepest in the clutches of her frozen statues were suffering hypothermia and frostbite, the steam of their hot breath visible in the air.

“Do you need some help? I’ll warm you right up!”

The intensity of her aura magnified again. The students nearest to her died of cardiac arrest before she could even engage her eye lasers.

Cora didn’t get a chance to enjoy the horrifying contorted look on their faces. A infinitesimal fraction of Skylar’s infinite power concentrated in her eyes, and her steel grey pupils turned searing white. The power filled her sclera, sizzled and crackled as it bubbled outward from the window to her black soul, and catapulted out in twin beams of blazing force.

She only fired the crackling, oscillating energy for under a second, but it was enough to clean up the mess Cora had made. All of the bodies, frozen or otherwise, had their flesh disintegrated before their bones turned to dust. The air sizzled and crackled loudly as her all-destructive beams carved through the air, obliterating a wide swath of the hallway and the classroom beyond. Those thick lasers continued to travel far into the distance, melting any nearby cars to slag before igniting their gas tanks, burning away all vegetation, and killing anyone unlucky enough to be in their path.

Cora looked at the pile of dead bodies against the opposite wall where she’d thrown and piled them up. A much smaller glance, and she cleaned up that mess too, as well as disintegrating the spider web-like cracked wall.

The relative calmness of the midday sun shone through the newly created hole.

There was only one student left. One who was slow enough not to have run for the exit when Cora had amped up her personal aura, instead sending her scattering in the opposite direction.

The sound of her pathetic whimpering and rustling clothes drew Cora’s attention. Her eyes were streaked with tears, snot dripping out of her nose. Cora rotated in midair to face her.

“Oh, you? Did you ever bully me or treat me badly?” Cora hovered over, flicking desks out of her way with the toes of her black boots.

“No… noooo! Cora, please!”

Cora studied the girl’s undignified tear-streaked face. She really didn’t recall her at all.

“Well, good for you.”

Cora floated off to look for her Goddess again, leaving that student alone and scarred for life.

Chapter 4

Cora found Skylar out on the football field where they’d first played their games with the now-deceased cheerleaders. A pile of bodies littered across the entire 100-yard length, necks broken, bodies shattered, mutilated, or amputated in some unspeakable way.

The unstoppable goddess was floating in midair, fully naked. A helpless Chad was caught in her embrace, like a tiny helpless animal in the jaws of a trap. Skylar’s beautifully long limbs were wrapped tightly around his helpless, rigid body.

Cora sucked in a deep breath as she felt Skylar’s radiating beauty pricking her skin and assaulting her senses. Immediately, she landed back on the ground in deference to Skylar, her black boots thudding softly on the red track floor.

“Cora, look! I found Chad!” Skylar giggled, strangely proud of her mundane feat.

Chad’s face was a mixture of pure bliss and utter torment. Just what exactly was Skylar doing to him? Cora wished she could be the lucky one to enjoy the feel of Skylar’s divine skin, breathing in her sublimely heavenly perfume. She had half a mind to incinerate Chad right there.

But no. Skylar wanted this. And there was no defying Skylar.

“What are you doing, Skylar, my goddess?” Cora asked as she strutted underneath them. “Why are you… rewarding this vile mortal with your divine beauty?”

“We’re playing a game! I always had to hold back my powers and tiptoe around mortals. And they repaid me by killing my parents and causing me pain… now that they’re gone, I have no reason to hold back!”

“Yessss!” Cora hissed.

Skylar curled her lip at Cora seductively. The simple gesture suddenly lit up Skylar’s face with pure, unadulterated sexuality as the suggestive sneer struck Cora’s soul. Her imminent cry of ecstasy caught in her throat as her entire body seized up involuntarily in the throes of carnal joy, floating off the floor.

It eclipsed even their moon shattering sex.

Skylar giggled, her lilting laughter tickling Cora’s eardrums as even the sonorous sound of her voice sent impossible pulses of pure erotic sensation through her rigid body. She wanted to cry out in ecstasy again.

And again, her body was completely out of her control.

Cora’s entire body was frozen in bliss, unable to move. All of her limbs hyperextended as bolts of sensual electricity coursed through to her extremities, making her fingers and toes tingle violently. Her flexible body and back was arched to its breaking point. Cora quivered at superspeed as hot, slippery juices gushed out of her sex, bursting with pure, Skylar-granted pleasure.

“Nnnnnnnnnnn!” Cora began to moan as the hyper-intense orgasm died down enough for her vocal cords to work once again. But she was still caught in the rigor mortis of her petit mort.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!!!!” Cora screamed, her nether lips still churning, still gushing her sweet nectar.

“Fun, right?” Skylar giggled, causing Cora’s invulnerable bones to creak as another orgasm blasted her. “So I’ve been doing it to poor little Chad here! Of course, I had to give him a little power. But I’ve just been holding him here, making him beg me to let him live, or beg me to let him come. He only gets to choose one, and he can’t make up his mind!”

“Please, Skylar, I didn’t… I’m sorry about your parents…” he gasped, both his body and his mind withering before sex incarnate Skylar.

“Live? Or come?” Skylar pumped her superhumanly tight folds over his erect penis, dragging those tight muscles languidly up his shaft, goading the burning load in his loins to surge upward.

“Come! Come!”

Skylar dragged a single finger across his cheek as she cooed hotly in his face, blasting him with her pheromone laced breath.

The sweet, swirling pink mist invaded his senses and filled his burning lungs. HIis overworked body, taxed to its very limit and hanging on for pure survival, had its priorities overridden by Skylar’s pheromone puff.

He fired into her goddess’s sex again, hips bucking, balls burning, his cockhead aching. Rope after rope erupted from his slit as Skylar clamped down on him, milking every last drop out of him with her pumping pussy.

Chad’s eyes squeezed shut. Just like Cora, he wanted to scream in pure, unadulterated joy, even as the pain overwhelmed him. But all he could do was choke on his spit as Skylar forced him to orgasm.

“Skylar, that’s so fucking hot!” Cora exclaimed, covered in a thin sheen of sweat despite her infinite stamina.

“You think so?” Skylar winked at Cora.

Cora’s mind went blank once again as she bent from soul-shattering, consummate ecstasy, reduced to nothing more than Skylar’s little pleasure puppet.

Skylar looked at Chad once again, her glowing eyes boring into his soul. He wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Well Chad? You want to live? Or you want to come?” Skylar undulated her goddess’ body against his sensually overloaded body. She had shattered his self restraint and self preservation from the moment he laid eyes on her. Now, she was just savoring the kill.

He stared this vengeful, merciful angel’s mesmerizing eyes. Her lush mane of blonde hair, feeling like pure silk, wafting and imprisoning him in her fragrance, the sight of her soft, pink lips…

Her large, firm breasts causing his ribs to creak, her stiff nipples bruising his soft skin…

Her long, long legs intertwined with his, rubbing his thighs so deliciously softly as her feet traced lines of shocking pleasure wherever she traced them, up and down…

And the heat of her sex, gripping, swirling, squeezing his long-overworked erection, causing his loins to continue to produce and explode, despite their burning pain and sexual exhaustion…

There was only one answer Chad could pick.

“Come…” he whispered hoarsely.

Skylar didn’t move. She merely regarded his expression as her sexually dominating aura flooded over him, squeezing every last drop of life out of his helpless body. He spasmed once, violently slamming his hips into her steely Venus’ mound, desperately unloading everything he had into her irresistibly delicious body. The spark of life in his eyes faded as his heart failed, surrendering to Skylar’s ultimate, matchless beauty.

Skylar unwrapped her limbs from around his corpse, letting it fall toward Earth. Before it landed, she flew down next to it and gave it a little tap with a swing of her leg. Chad’s carcass bent in half as it flew over the horizon.

“Cora! This feels so good!” Skylar exclaimed as she groped her own aching breasts and pinched her tingling nipples with enough force to evaporate metal. “And look at all these people I killed with nothing but pleasure!” She swept her beautiful arm across the football field.

Cora’s face was slack, tongue hanging out the corner of her mouth and drooling.

“Oh Cora. I didn’t mean to zap you so badly too. Full attention please.”

Cora regained her composure immediately under the influence of Skylar’s command, and then immediately broke again as Skylar’s perfect, sleek lines overheated the swishing blood pumping in Cora’s veins and hurled her into a whirlwind of ecstasy once again.

Skylar laughed as she accidentally mind-fucked her best friend. She could probably finish Cora off right now in much the same way as everyone else littered on the grassy field, but Cora was the only person on this planet she cared about now.

Skylar’s eyes glowed before catapulting a massive influx of swirling energy into Cora. Instead of dazzling heat, Skylar’s soft, gentle, omnipotent energy flowed into Cora’s lust-riddled ecstasy-processing body, giving her friend enough power and resistance to withstand Skylar’s sexually crushing aura.

At least, at the current level she was exerting. She could always re-break Cora at will.

Cora shook the swirling lust out of her mind as she regained rational thought. Skylar was flying there, regarding her with playful eyes. Cora sighed contentedly as she basked in Skylar’s presence.

“Cora, the world is still rejecting my rule. And I feel better… but there’s still pain. And thanks to you, I know how to deal with this. How would you like to erase Spanish from the map?”

“Yes! Yes Goddess! But please, let me make a quick stop…”

Chapter 5

Skylar snapped her fingers. Her naked body was now suddenly clad in shiny, black, thigh high stiletto boots. Some lacey black lingerie guarded her modesty, not that any fraction of the superhuman feminine curves of her body could be considered modest.

“You like?” Skylar ran her hands down her voluptuous body.

“Yes! Please, dress me like a dominatrix too!” Cora begged.

“Done.”

Cora looked down at her own body. Just when had Skylar done that? Cora already knew Skylar was nearly limitless, but how could her impossible machinations be completely undetectable as well!?

“Thank you, Goddess! Can we please…”

“Go deal with your father and his girlfriend?” Skylar completed Cora’s sentence as she invaded her subject’s mind.

Cora gasped as she felt Skylar’s forceful entry. She’d never done this before!

“Don’t feel like waiting or playing nice anymore,” Skylar explained. She was getting tired of Cora’s constant fawning and inability to keep up now. “Come on, let’s go.”

Skylar grabbed Cora by the hand and blasted off toward Cora’s home. A millisecond later, they were at her rundown, dingy house. Cora nearly blacked out from the near-instantaneous travel.

“Cora! Come on, stop falling apart on me! Here.”

Skylar locked lips with Cora and blasted the poor, superhuman girl with more of her power. The experience left Cora even more resilient than before, yet still completely paralyzed with the shocking sudden influx.

Skylar tapped her foot impatiently for three seconds, causing a massive local earthquake as Cora struggled to process her new gift. The concrete shattered under her obsidian boots.

Both of the girls’ super hearing picked up the sound of heavy-set footsteps lumbering toward the front door.

“Holy shit! Britney, we have to go! It’s a fuckin’ earthquake!”

Cora’s father, Darren, opened the quaking front door, only for his gaze to land on the two superhuman girls.

He immediately got on all fours, obeying the rules that Cora had placed in his mind.

“Cora!” he addressed her from his humiliating position. “How are you! Did you, like, see fuckin’ Skylar’s fuckin’ announcement in your mind? Who’s your floatin’ friend?”

“You’re so fucking stupid, you fat fuck,” Cora announced.

“Yes! Yes, I’m fucking stupid!” he agreed eagerly.

“Where’s your stupid girlfriend Britney?”

“Cora, I’m bored,” Skylar interrupted. “I want to start fixing my pain.”

“Britney’s inside. Cora, who the fuck is this?” Darren asked.

“I’m Skylar,” she answered.

“Whoa, you’re the bitch who went crazy!?” he spoke bluntly.

“Cora, I’m going to kill your father,” Skylar declared coldly.

“Wait no, Skylar please!” Cora begged.

“What’s the problem? You hate him.”

“Skylar, goddess, I… I wanted to be the one to do it. Please. Please let me.”

Skylar mused over it for a second, then decided.

“No, he’s mine.”

Cora pouted and whined in response.

Skylar turned her piercing gaze to her little acolyte. “Don’t throw a fit,” she threatened.

Cora’s eyes widened in absolute terror. Skylar’s little four word sentence left her quivering uncontrollably in fear.

“Cora? Skylar?” Darren remained hopelessly oblivious.

Skylar looked at him with a wicked gleam in her surprisingly sadistic eyes. She’d killed enough people with her lasers and love taps. Really tapping into her creativity, she reached out with her hand and waved it over Darren’s down on all fours pose. His limbs began to turn into solid concrete, gluing him to the front step of Cora’s childhood home.

“What? What’s happening… Cora, daughter, please help!” He watched in fear as his arms and legs metamorphosed into lifeless stone.

“Hahaha!” Skylar guffawed, watching as the grey, gravelly coating crept up his fat, pudgy body. “Don’t move, or you might break apart!”

“No… please… Cora, help your father…” he begged.

“Can’t h-h-help,” Cora’s teeth chattered, still caught in abject terror. “N-n-n-no one c-c-c-c-an,” she shivered.

Soon, Darren’s pleading stopped as his throat turned to stone. Skylar revelled in the panicked look on his face, forever immortalized. Until she or Cora decided to break it anyway.

“Ahhh Cora,” Skylar sighed in contentment. “That was good. Did you know I’ve never done that before?”

“N-no Goddess…” Cora desperately tried to get back into Skylar’s good graces. The uncontrollable terror was wearing off, turning instead into pure intimidation and fear. She’d been lucky to be on the receiving end of Skylar’s good graces. Now she understood what getting on her bad side entailed.

“Thanks for letting me handle your dad,” Skylar snickered. As if faithful little Cora had a choice. “But you can have Britney. Show me how creative you can be.”

Just on cue, Britney’s gravelly voice rang out from inside the house.

“Darren! Darren! I finally found all the smokes!” her growly, wet voice rasped. “Where are you!”

The leathery woman in a trashy black dress and torn heels showed up at the front door, cradling half-empty boxes of cigarettes with ripped plastic still hanging off them. Then, a wet gurgle emanated from her mucus-lined throat as she dropped all the paper cartons to the floor with a rattle.

“Skylar? Cora? Is that you?”

Skylar sneered. “Sure is. Like what I did to your boyfriend?” She gestured at the statue.

“Oh my god! Darren! What did you pretty little bitches do to him!? You’re not really taking over the world, are you?”

“Depends on how the world reacts, I guess. It’s up to you puny humans, really. Cora, why don’t you have your turn with your dad’s girlfriend?”

“Wha… no…! You’re supposed to be a hero!” Britney sputtered, before hacking deeply. “Your outfit…” she stared breathlessly at Skylar and Cora, both clad in black leather boots and lingerie.

“Goddess Skylar, let me try…” Cora obeyed.

She raised her hand at Britney, who visibly flinched. Cora squeezed her eyes shut tightly, trying to replicate what Skylar had so easily done. But nothing happened.

“Urgh! Noo!” Cora cried. She felt absolutely humiliated.

“Tsk tsk, Cora. You’re still basically human compared to me, don’t you know.”

Cora shuddered in fear. Just what kind of monster had she created? Her little plan to frame Amber for the death of Skylar’s parents, all of her little dark, manipulative plans… had it all worked too well?

“Well, are you gonna do something with Britney?” Skylar continued, as she brought her hand palm up, readying her slender, all-powerful fingers for a snap. “Or shall I? I thought you wanted a turn.”

Britney had fallen on her backside, trembling so hard that she couldn’t even scoot backwards. Her cheap heels and gaudy fabric scraped against the concrete.

“Yes Skylar! Let me!” Cora turned her gaze to Britney.

“Britney. Since you loved sucking my dad’s cock so much, why don’t you do it now? Right here. In front of everyone. Look, his little bulge is encased there in stone thanks to how fucking beautiful Skylar is.”

“Cora… no… why…” Tears streamed down Britney’s face.

Cora cackled. “No? Alright, let me rephrase. You desperately want to play with my deadbeat dad’s stone cock. It’s all you’ll ever want to do for the rest of your life. It’s your entire life’s goal now. You serve no other purpose in your stupid, miserable life, than to fondle his pathetic groin. And you’ll feel nothing pleasurable from it. Now thank me for giving purpose for your life. Then get to work.”

Britney froze on the spot as Cora’s words clawed into her mind and ripped her soul apart. Her eyes were wide open, shivering in fear and helplessness as she felt Cora rip the willpower out of her body. Every single desire, every thought was completely overridden by the sound of Cora’s voice, replaced by Cora’s cruel command.

“Thank you, Cora!” Britney’s eyes were hollow.

She scrambled underneath the statue of Darren and began to stroke and fondle that stone bulge, slurping loudly and rubbing her skin raw against that lifelike sculpture.

“Not bad, not bad,” Skylar rated the feat. “Now, I remember when you told Ms. Espinosa that I could wipe Spanish off the map. You want to see me do it?”

Chapter 6

Skylar was behaving the way Cora had always imagined and fantasized she would. But the reality of it was so much more terrifying than she could have possibly known. She was still in Skylar’s good graces, wasn’t she? Or was she just being toyed with? Would Skylar rip her apart in a heartbeat when she’d realized what Cora had done? Or, goddess forbid, something else even more terrifying? A fate worse than death?

The two dominatrices flew down past the border until they were at the southernmost tip of South America. Cora, along with the rest of the world, could feel Skylar’s voice echoing in their minds.

“Since too many of you have rejected my rule peacefully, I am going to demonstrate what rebellion gets you. All I wanted was to bring everlasting peace to this planet, to free you of pain and suffering. But I’ve learned that you humans actively seek it out, actively inflict it on each other. Well, let me inflict it on you for you, then.”

“Oh, and it’s going to be a bad day for Spanish speakers.” An image of South America flashed in the world population’s mind.

With their super hearing, both girls could pick up the sound of an entire continent screaming.

“Cora.”

“Yes, Goddess?”

“You need to be more beautiful. More sexually potent. Eat me out while I rape this entire pathetic continent. I’ll give you enough so that your pathetic body can satisfy even me.”

“Yes Goddess!”

Cora immediately buried her face in Skylar’s perfect sex, clawing at the indestructible lacy panties that Skylar had conjured.

“Tch,” Skylar clicked her tongue as she effortlessly ripped it off with a single swipe of her dainty fingernail. “You really do need my help, don’t you?”

Cora could only whimper into Skylar’s engulfing, overwhelming folds as she licked and sucked Skylar’s delicious, hyper-arousing sex. She wrapped her arms around Skylar’s wide hips and clawed into her firm, perfectly rounded rear. Clutching tight, Cora tried to pull herself into Skylar’s sweet scent and luscious flesh with superhuman force, trying to give her new dark goddess a sliver of pleasure.

“Mmm. Not bad, Cora. You really did teach me this, you know? I loved our little moon shattering tryst. Now, keep it up. I want to break a continent.”

Cora hung on for dear life as Skylar plunged headfirst deep into the where the Pacific and Atlantic oceans met. In an instant, they were at the bottom of the sea floor, the crushing depths and extreme darkness no impediment to either girl at all. Skylar located where the land mass attached to the Earth and sliced clean through it with her heat vision. The salty water boiled as the ocean depths filled with unfamiliar, foreign light.

Meanwhile, Cora was drowning in hot, molten pleasure as she continued to drink down Skylar’s potent aphrodisiac. She bit down as hard as she could on Skylar’s invulnerable nub, grinding her teeth against Skylar’s most intimate point. She was rewarded with a soft moan of pleasure from her goddess.

Quivering in pleasure, Skylar slammed her thighs together, squeezing Cora’s head uncomfortably tight. Her little raven-haired servant nearly fell unconscious from Skylar’s brief spasm of pleasure, but Skylar reached down, traced her fingers through Cora’s long tresses, and began to infuse her with power for the third or fourth time that day. Meanwhile, she placed her other small, dainty hand underneath the tip of that thousands-of-square-kilometers landmass and lifted.

The millennia old Earth rose smoothly from the crust.

Surging upward now, Skylar lifted the entire continent into the air. The lack of buoyancy assisting in lightening South America’s weight was no issue at all as Skylar broke the surface of the ocean. It was still as light as a feather to her.

There in midair hovered both supergirls, completely dry, untouched, and unfathomably beautiful. Cora was ascending by the second from Skylar’s latest unending injection of power.

Skylar wiggled her outstretched arm back and forth, bringing down entire cities into rubble. She laughed as the people along the coastline fell thousands of feet, back into the gaping hole she’d left in the ocean. The water rushed to fill the void where the continent had stood before. The sound of roaring waves was deafening.

Skylar began to lose control now, but not from fatigue. The rapidly ascending Cora was getting better and better at satisfying Skylar’s limitless body. She lapped at Skylar’s dripping folds, slithering her powerful tongue into that wonderful, welcoming love canal. Bringing another hand to bear, Cora pinched and squeezed Skylar’s protruding clit with her fingers, hard enough to vaporize steel.

The blonde goddess above her squirmed in pleasure, shunting more power into her little pet.

South America was rocking violently above them now. Large chunks of dirt and stone cracked and fell away. Entire cities crumbled, sturdy infrastructure shattering and crashing into each other. People screamed as they lost their footing from the violent rocking. Deep scars cracked the earth as the rock began to come apart at the seams.

As massive chunks of South America crumbled, taking buildings, cars, and people with it, Cora finally became powerful enough to set off a nuclear detonation of an orgasm within Skylar’s lustfully overheated body.

Skylar’s body contorted powerfully as she squashed Cora’s cheeks between her firm, luscious thighs. Her calves wrapped around the back of Cora’s head, pulling her in deeper, before she traced their prodigious length along Cora’s toned back. Her silky skin sent charged, erotic tingles through Cora’s spine.

Wait, skin? When had Skylar “taken off” her boots?

But there wasn’t time to contemplate such trifling matters. Skylar’s heels dug painfully into Cora as she continued to clench and contort above her privileged chosen. Hot, wet love gushed right into Cora’s face, all while Skylar continued to pump the girl full of power.

The taste of Skylar’s juices, their irresistible scent, the helpless feeling of being bruised and crushed by Skylar’s sleek, slender limbs, all while an entire fucking continent was dying above them was more than enough to push Cora over the edge herself.

Cora’s body bent even harder than Skylar’s. The sexual rush, combined with the overflowing stream of Skylar’s power caused her orgasm to manifest through her eyes, blasting straight into Skylar’s gushing slit. The sheer magnitude of untold power sizzled against Skylar’s entrance, launching the goddess into yet another fit of severe, shivering spasms.

Meanwhile, Cora was having a harder time of it. The burning heat, hotter than the sun and far more concentrated, seared her own flesh! Only Skylar’s power kept her from becoming a charred corpse.

The pain was enough to take Cora out of the moment. And she sensed something… her senses enhanced beyond human comprehension... Skylar was coming so fucking hard, she might actually be vulnerable in this very moment!

Cora steeled her will, fighting for her survival. She wanted to worship Skylar, to be her acolyte, her eternally devoted slave, but recent events had left her conviction shaken. Cora brought all of her new power to bear, exerting a fraction of Skylar's sexual mastery against her goddess, chewing on Skylar’s bud as she forcefully unleashed her own perverted aura back to its source.

Skylar experienced her third mind-warping orgasm as she screamed. The cone of her voice punctured through the crumbling continent above her, and finally the thing fell into four large pieces back into the ocean below.

Cora seized her opportunity and plunged her way into the mystery source behind Skylar’s power. The previously naive, innocent blonde was still granting it to her even as Cora explored those infinite depths! Perhaps Cora could turn the tables. Worship Skylar even as Cora herself was the one in control, after she’d secretly swapped their roles.

But that idea was quickly dispelled.

Cora’s projection into Skylar’s well of power stood speechless, motionless, as the vast infinities of Skylar’s impossible, unstoppable, incomprehensible goddesshood overwhelmed her. She couldn’t have imagined something so vast, so mind-boggling, so absolutely alien. Cora’s mind began to crack under the burden of knowledge of witnessing something that was never meant for mortal minds, even one enhanced such as her.

Suddenly, Skylar’s apparition hovered beside Cora’s.

“Like what you see?” Skylar taunted.

Cora had no reply. She was withering away.

“Now you understand. There’s nothing you could do to me, ever. This level of power? It’s mine alone.”

They withdrew from Skylar’s infinite depths. South America was long gone, the violent ocean waves still responding to the recent shocking cataclysm. Skylar and Cora floated in the relatively serene sky, juxtaposing the armageddon below their feet.

“Skylar! Skylar! I’m sorry! I’ve always been loyal to you you know I have I really mean it, you just scared me so much I thought… I thought…”

Skylar snorted in amusement, the easy exhalation from her nose parting the ocean and smashing all the way to the ocean floor once more.

“Skylar! Please! Control me, warp my mind, destroy this infidelity and weakness of mine!”

“As you wish, Cora.”

Cora gasped as she felt Skylar claw into her brain and forcefully rewire it. Cora’s face became a mask of pure bliss and zen-like understanding. She would never attempt such a foolhardy plan ever again.

“Now, we’ve only gotten rid of South America. There’s way more Spanish we have to obliterate. Mexico, Spain, and every single person who inhabits this earth who speaks it… I’m going to wipe them out completely. And I’ll wipe out their culture too. It’s never coming back.” Skylar gave Cora an evil, toothy grin.

“Yes, Goddess,” Cora listened on in pure rapture to her Goddess’ orders. “But you know, they don’t speak Spanish in Brazil. They speak Portuguese there.”

“Oh darn,” Skylar snapped her fingers in mock contrition, blasting Cora with the extreme force of her little gesture. “I suppose I’ll have to wipe away Portuguese too, won’t I?”

“Sounds like a plan to me, Skylar!”

The two girls began their circumnavigation of the world, executing puny humans with the pinpoint precision of her laser eyes.

Chapter 7

Skylar and Cora sat in the throne room of their hovering crystal palace. It floated high above the Earth, defying all laws of physics. Anyone who looked toward the sky would see Skylar’s temple, no matter where they were on the planet.

The throne room was littered with the bodies of all of Skylar and Cora’s celebrity and starlet playthings. Broken female bodies that had been considered beautiful, the ideal perfection of feminine beauty even, lay in a deep pool of blood. Everything had changed when Skylar decided to stop walking on eggshells.

Cora was the only one left alive, still nipping at Skylar’s pink pussy. It had been an entire week devoted to pleasuring Skylar, and Cora had gotten herself off even more than her goddess, just from tasting her goddess’s ambrosial nectar. Skylar held little servant in relative contempt, even as she trembled in mild delight again and gushed all over Cora.

Cora clenched and screamed as her own delight was anything but mild.

She felt Skylar’s mind invade hers, as it so often did. Skylar replayed the events of their fateful meeting and the cold, brutal murder of her parents directly into Cora’s brain, all juxtaposed on top of each other. And then, the movie went black. After a bone-chilling pause, Cora saw an image of herself, resting on the broken moon, commanding Amber and her cheerleaders to kill Sharon and Mark, Skylar’s parents.

Cora screamed simultaneously in body breaking orgasm and abject fear. Skylar knew!? The whole fucking time, Skylar fucking knew!?

Skylar reached down and grabbed a handful of Cora’s thick, luxurious hair. She pulled the girl up and met her eye to eye.

Cora’s face was dripping with Skylar’s love. Still trembling in ecstasy, her own inner core quivering with need, she prepared for the end. How would it happen? She hoped it would be painless. Super Cora, second most powerful being to ever exist, rendered into pure nothingness from a tiny squeeze from Skylar’s hands. Or a snap of her fingers. Or just nothing but a thought.

Cora embraced her impending oblivion.

Skylar’s pastel pink lips parted languidly. Her beautiful, wet tongue traced those folds as she bit her lower lip. Her glowing, backlit blue eyes softened.

“I love you, Cora.”