The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Mmmmnn~” Evanore moaned through her soft lips; the faint ounce of liquid that grazed the back of her hand tasted ever so elegant. A perfect blend of sweetness with an ounce of tangy erotic spice, such was the rewarding taste only genuine fear could provide. “I suppose you are truthful then...” Leaning back, she released her hold on the limp hand and let her tongue gently graze the surface of her lips.

Down below her, the owner of the hand (an exceedingly frightened man whose rough brow was coated in a sheen of sweat) staggered onto his back before he swiftly crawled away from the Goddess towering over him. He was far from alone in being the only one fearful of the woman in question; the entire crowd of townsfolk were on their knees, half pressed their faces against the dirt-ridden street, while the other half openly begged with pleading hands clasped together. It was certainly quite the spectacle, the entire town of simple-minded individuals; all bounded together to pray for one collective goal.

To worship and beg for forgiveness from the Goddess Evanore Dark.

Beautiful...

The site forced a smile upon her black-inked lips.

Though~ It was far from a display of genuine affection, or even an ounce of pity. Certainly not the reaction they were hoping to draw from her heart.

It was clear they pined for just an ounce of forgiveness, perhaps a change in mind, a glimpse of her mercy. Shame... mercy isn’t a trait this Goddess could attest to possess.

A flash of her teeth bared through as her smile took on a much more sadistic look that passed the point of casual amusement. Raising her hand, she gave the tip of her fingers a soft kiss before leaning forward to blow forward a purple wave-like spell that soon engulfed the entire crowd of mortals.

A couple flinched, others covered their faces, and a few attempted to flee; but it was all for nothing as after the magic passed by them, they were all left frozen in place without the ability to move.

Evanore took in a deep breath, which caused her rather generous chest to rise and fall upon exhaling.

“The taste of your fear provided me with evident proof of your remorse...” She gave the tip of her index finger one last and somewhat lingering lick before she stuck it between her pillowy lips to moan softly while taking in the refreshing taste. “Mmmn...” Her finger was released from her mouth while bringing out a faint string of saliva with it. “..but~ unfortunately, it is far too late to express remorse. All that does is damn you much worse in my eyes. Such levels of regret displayed a knowing level of awareness from the very beginning.”

Despite being locked in place, Evanore could still sense the sheer aura of fear in their eyes. And for a brief, near fraction of an instant- she did feel a faint drop of pity for these mortals...

But before she could even make a note of such a feeling, it was gone in the wind...

“My commands were simple.” She said. For the first time since appearing, she displayed her genuine frown. “Adore no God, barring myself. Obey no God, barring myself. Worship the altar in my name, once per ten cycles of the moon. And provide an offering from each household on the date of one’s respective birth.” For a moment, Evanore allowed her words to sink into the frozen townfolk’s ears. “Past those commands, you were free to live your lives as you wish. I even blessed you for your loyalty by granting your lands with plentiful fortunes. All of that, and you believe you can worship another God. Fu~ fu~ fu~ Where is this God now? Where is your savior when you need them?”

The nerve of mortals always amazed her. To believe that they have some say in the course of their lives or events. As if they can change anything as the Gods rule over them...

Such a shame. The gift of free will grants more pain than it’s worth...

Though pain is undoubtedly one of life’s many pleasures, so free will does have its merits.

Despite that, it is rather humorous at times; these mortals tend to believe they are grander than they truly are. When, in the scheme of things, they are simply living in a sandbox controlled by deities beyond their comprehension. They are toys, blissfully dancing to the amusement of the lords governing over them.

In truth, Evanore hadn’t the slightest indication of who her people had been worshiping, and, frankly, she had no reason to care. The God they submitted to wouldn’t interfere. All the Gods know not to meddle with each other. A war between titans serves to accomplish nothing but waste an infinity of time in the infinity of the universe. Even a few of Evanore’s most loyal mortals had been toyed with by other Gods on occasion; had she interfered? Mmm... it was dependent on her mood, though mostly, they weren’t worth the effort it took to raise herself off her throne.

To put it simply, for a God or Goddess to interfere with another God or Goddess’ playthings frankly required much more effort than the mortals were worth.

With a snap, another town of blissfully unaware mortals could be created. Their lives prove to be worth less than nothing in the grand scheme of existence. Yet, some mortals still hold onto the belief that their change in loyalties to another God will cause that deity to save them.

No matter the level of their intellect, mortals always prove to be so incredibly naive.

“To solidify your punishment for disrespecting my name by choosing to worship another God. I will depart leaving you left in this state for the rest of your brief lifespan. My blessings on your town and its inhabitants will pass with me, and you shall only be freed from this spell the moment you take your last breaths.”

Turning around, Evanore raised the hood of her black and gold cloak over her purple hair; her face, black-painted eyeliner streaks, and crescent-shaped symbol on her forehead vanished from sight, leaving only her eyes to be visible. Casting her hand in the air, she summoned a purple faintly glowing crescent to appear before her. It expanded in size to reveal a portal that led directly back to her palace, particularly her private chambers.

Before stepping through the portal, she glanced back and eyed the frozen townsfolk, “Perhaps you might be lucky and find the mercy of a wandering adventurer. If one happens to have an exceedingly rare charm, it might be able to free one of you. In the case of that~ I’ll allow that one freed soul to live the rest of its short life dreading the name Evanore Dark.

Having made her point clear, Evanore continued through the portal, leaving the entirety of the town behind her. Its inhabitants all destined to carry out the rest of their lives as living, breathing statues, conscious of their mortal bodies aging with time until their inevitable deaths... While it could be considered cruel, they made their choice the moment they decided to disobey the command of a Goddess.

Besides, she had purposely cast a spell that was technically possible to be broken with a high enough level of magic. Sure, the effort needed to break just one of the mortals free would probably end the life of the caster involved; but it is possible. And if an adventure would like to yield one of their legendary charms, they might be able to break one of the spells.

No one can say she doesn’t have mercy.

Okay. Perhaps she does have mercy...

Too much of it.

When it comes to the mortals beneath her, she couldn’t bother to care one way or another. If one disobeys her she’ll erase their town from existence or something else... it’s whatever... Now~ When her personal minions do something to tick her off, she doesn’t deal out the same form of punishment, even though frankly she should. At times they manage to annoy to unprecedented degrees.

“So, correct me if I’m wrong here...” Evanore sighed, “I leave to execute one town of mortals, staying for longer than expected...” She rested one elbow atop her huge right breast and squeezed the bridge of her nose as her chest was exposed in the deep v-neck that was buttoned up from her navel to just below half of her revealing cleavage. “..and you still failed to follow through with my instructions.”

“I... well uh....” The spirit in question scratched the back of his head. “I- I- I tried... t- three times actually! I just... I- I couldn’t get it right, you know?”

“Nn’nngghuh ~” Evanore groaned audibly. “No, I can’t say I understand,” Whipping off her hood, her right eye twitched as she stamped her foot in a manner that caused her chest to jiggle enticingly. “It’s simple! It’s simple! I- It is so incredibly easy! I even provided you with instructions to make the effort idiot-proof, and you still failed to impress me! How can you be so inept as to not be able to bake a cake.”

“I... I tried and- wait... can’t you just snap your fingers and create one!?”

Narrowing her eyes, Evanore crossed her arms below her breasts and pressed them upwards as she eyed down her minion. “I am the Goddess of witchcraft, not bakery and cooking.”

“So.. Chknn~” He stifled a laugh, “You’re a God who can’t create a cake.”

Again Evanore’s eyes twitched. She raised her hand and snapped; on the desk before her appeared a purple and golden-spiraled cake, just as she had ordered him to prepare it. “Does this answer your question?”

“What!?” Her minion blinked in shock, “You could actually do it!?”

Evanore narrowed her eyes. She was so close... so... incredibly... close... to just erasing him from existence at that very moment. One snap and he’d be gone; she could get another minion and make this one more capable of baking. It would be simple, quite literally effortless. But alas, instead of doing that, she only spoke with a tone laced with eyes, “I can do. Anything.”

“Anything?”

Choosing not to respond, Evanore just stared at him with dark eyes that communicated all she needed to say.

“So...” He paused before quickly saying, “You could’ve just created your own cake by literally snapping, instead of making me go through the two-hour-long effort of baking one!?”

“Yes.”

“Then why did you order me to bake one!?”

“Because I am a God.” She responded blankly. Her anger and willingness to erase him from existence began to slowly fade away and be replaced with passive annoyance. “I didn’t want to bother making one when I have minions to do tasks for me. A Goddess shouldn’t have to bother with creating cakes.”

“But...” He nodded to the cake on her desk, “You did it anyway... so...”

That’s it.

“Enough of this,” Evanore said, snapping her fingers; a pot appeared before in a ripple of purple fire.

“Fuck! Shit! Not the punishment pot!”

“Hmmm~ How to punish you today. I could kill you as to never have to deal with your presence again. How does that sound?” She gave him a pointed look with a smirk clearly adorned on her black lips.

“Uh.. I don’t know... uhhmm...” He blinked then gulped before shaking his head. “You wouldn’t! You like me. You like all of us!”

“Really?” She couldn’t help but chuckle at that, “Fu~ fu~ You are naive. I am literally a Goddess of darkness and complete corruption. I will happily create a universe simply to destroy it and watch the lives of innocents lose all traces of hope. Do you genuinely think I have any form of attachment to you or any of my minions? You’re slaves, less than nothing compared to me.” She raised a hand and stuck it directly between her massive breasts, where they vanished completely amidst her cleavage. After a second of rummaging down in the dark space that encompassed the void between her tits, she retrieved a book and placed it down on her desk.

Staring at her in silence, her minion just nodded silently. “Uh..huh... but... you still keep us around, so... I think behind that act, you—”

“Act!?” Evanore, half chuckled, half spat, half gasped. “So you are attempting to pick up on some form of bluff? You don’t believe how little you matter to me?”

Before he could be allowed to speak a word in response Evanore snapped her fingers and the minion vanished from her room.

There.

Gone.

Good riddance.

Evanore stayed in her seat for a few lingering moments which were spent with her doing nothing but stew in her own thoughts in the quiet privacy of her quarters. She eventually let out a sigh as her eyes moved onto the cake resting neatly on her desk, just waiting for someone to consume.

...well....

Snapping her fingers she summoned a fork.

No need to cut a cake solely for her.

Alright, that cake wasn’t the best. Not horrible, but nothing notably special, all things considered. Goes to show the importance of time spent baking food the old-fashioned way; also, the Goddess of necromancy just isn’t the one to be able to summon the most flavorful sweets. Her skill set leans more along the lines of creating and spreading curses/hexes, definitely not cakes.

That left her in a rather foul mood. All she wanted was a sweet that would truly move her, and currently, that sweet tooth failed to be sated because her minion couldn’t follow simple instructions.

She huffed and blew away the lingering strands of purple hair that had cast across her face. Sitting casually upon her throne, posture fully displaying her irritation, she rested her elbow on the armrest while her cheek pressed against her palm, and her opposite hand drummed idly. Each one of her minions were kneeling below her with their heads cast down to the dark, marble floor of the throne room. The room was lit by the series of purple-tinted flames that were stationed along the walls.

Sighing, Evanore raised a hand and snapped her fingers to create a universe stationed entirely in the palm of her hands. She raised it up and eyed the creation. Her focus centered on the main planet that rested near the center of the universe; she had created about eight billion lives on that one planet alone. None of the mortals there had any inclination that their existences were spawned at that moment. To them, they have been thriving for centuries.

Ignorance is bliss.

She snapped her fingers, and the entire universe ignited in place and began to burn apart at a sluggish, painful rate. The ever so faint screams of suffering did help to lighten her stingy mood. She even cracked a faint smile.

“Excuse me—my divine goddess...” The voice from one of her minions cut her out of the statistical fantasy playing in her head.

“What,” Evanore grunted and tossed the still-burning universe aside. “Can you not see I am busying myself?”

“Yes, my apologies,” The spirit bowed. “But you have a visitor who claims to be in business with you.”

“Who would...” She paused and thought to herself for a moment. “Actually~” With a casual hand, she reached into her notably deep cleavage to retrieve a dark feathered pen. “Bring him in.”

The massive duel gates to her throne room opened, creating a loud cracking shift of sound that reverberated throughout the expansive space.

“So you finally let me in.” An echo-like voice oozed out from the male figure whose body was cast in a dark void of a shadow. “Here I thought you’d decided to cease business with me.”

“Yes~ Well~ Fortunately for you in the presence of a God, I find you quite entertaining. The chaos you cause by the art of selling cursed goods is a joy to witness.” Letting the back of the pen rest upon the edge of her lips, she snapped her fingers and summoned a blank rune. “So~ What do you have in need of enchantments this time?”

“Alright, sure.” The man sighed, he reached into his shadow-ridden coat, and tossed multiple items onto the floor before her throne. “So I got a few random items. A calendar, rock, perfume bottle, typewriter, camera... a canister of milk, honestly I’m not sure what you could do with that, but you’re the necromancer, not me.”

Evanore’s eyes scanned the arbitrary assortment of junk that had just been haphazardly splayed across her floor. Well, the more random the items, the broader her enchantments could be~ It’s always a joy to watch the way mortals toy with power once they get their hands on a fraction of a God’s potential. Perhaps she’d curse one of them to cause the user some surprise personalized torment.

Grumble

Damn...

Well, before she does anything, she might as well make sure there will be something in the form of sweets when she is done here.

Snap

“Ghhaak!” I felt myself blink back from the dark voice of lifeless nothingness before I fell facefirst onto the floor and-

Thump

..felt nothing since being a spirit meant physical pain was a long-forgotten aspect of the past. Rising up to my feet, I shook my head while regaining some level of composer. I blinked once, twice, three times, and shook my head; short spiky hair waved this way and that.

Had I...

Did I die?

Again?

Damn it.

I honestly believed Evanore wouldn’t freaking erase me; I guess my gamble was wrong there. She’s a ruthless Goddess who tortures people for the sheer fun of the act, but she always appeared more lenient to her minions, at least much more so when comparing her attitude towards the mortals that worship her. But fuck me- She clearly had no qualms against erasing me from existance...

Except...

Except here I am, back in the world of enter afterlife of servitude...

..so she brought me back?

...meaning she does car-

In a buff of purple fire, a note appeared directly upon my forehead. Naturally, its sudden appearance caused me to stagger back from the shock before I ripped it off.

‘’Do not rise to any more arrogant conclusions. You mean less than nothing to me. As a Goddess, your existence to me is as meaningless as the definition implies. I returned your spirit form to the afterlife because I am still hungering for that cake. Be a good boy and obey your Goddess this time. Otherwise, I will leave you erased permanently this time. You can, and will be replaced.’’

Huh...

I lowered the note.

She could be bluffing again.

It’s possible.

Unlikely.

But possible.

Heh- I chuckled to myself and scrunched up the note. The thought was definitely funny, but no- I should actually go about with making her stupid cake this time. Despite being able to snap her fucking fingers and to the job herself, she is clearly to busy to bother doing so and I...

I paused right as my hand was about to turn the doorknob to exit her room.

...I..

I am in Evanore’s private chambers!

Alone!

This changes things...

Here reveals the real reason I hadn’t finished her cake in the first place. The reason was quite simple; I got... distracted, to put it in simplistic terms. With the Goddess herself away, it left me with a rare opportunity to let out some perversion without being subjugated to the pot of punishment. Where she drops multiple punishment prompts in a pot and.. actually, it’s not important to the summary.

Yeah- I got just a bit distracted with the fact that I had a chance to perv freely. I went straight to her chamber and took a strong solid whiff of her panties and bra; yeah, it’s petty, but the smell made it all the more worth it. It was tangy, with a powerful aroma of body steam that no doubt oozed out the moment she removed the articles from her literal god-like figure. Just imagining her removing the bra from her massive udders while letting out a solid warm puff of steam like her tits were just coming out fresh from the oven was...

Damn! It’s hard working for a woman whose busty beauty is literally designed to be perfect, and above all the women I met during my life among the living.

Shit how could I not delve into that again? I went straight for her grand basket of dirty clothing and quickly retrieved a simple pair of lace panties that were clearly damp from a long day of use. Pressing it against my face I inhaled deeply, and then let out a satisfied sigh...

Next! Her bra. The bra was also lace and also huge- Very fucking grand, which it needed to be to keep her massive pair contained. It fit right atop my head as I pushed the center to sit right against my nose, which brought the scent of her cleavage, tits, underboob, nipples... just the whole boob experience, right onto my senses...

Shit.. shit..shit.... this aroma is going to knock me out...

..and...

And it nearly did.

I stopped myself from collapsing back by gripping onto the corner of her desk. Getting high of the smell of her boob musk could really get a spirit going- Whoo! I felt more alive than I had when I was actually alive! I was about to go forward to find more of her clothes to give the old sniff test when I noticed something that caused all of my perversion to get thrown into the depths of hell.

“Oh my.”

Evanore’s book of notes.

She comes into her chambers often enough that it is the second most likely place one would find her if she is not situated on her throne while being worshiped. If she is in her chambers, and isn’t asleep, she’d be situated at this desk, right on this chair; and while that would inherently push me towards leaning forward to sniff her seat, the book on the desk was much more important. Since... well it shouldn’t be here.

She typically stuffs that thing between her tits, deep in her cleavage, where if anyone tried to take hold of it, they’d undoubtedly be in hell seeing that they’d need to reach their hand between the tits of an evil Goddess. Evanore used the book to jot down what changes she’d make with her powers that stemmed from being a deity. All Gods make changes to a multitude of things in mass. Why make seventeen hundred changes back to back when they could all be done at once? Evanore writes her changes down first so that it is easier on her later. When it is time to put the changes into effect, all she must do is snap her fingers to activate everything written in the book.

She never goes back to check what she had written, or at least she doesn’t do so that often. The whole point of the book was to save time; why would she spend the effort to look over it again and waste the time that could be saved by using it. Now... that meant- Hypothetically speaking... if I were to desire some kind of change to be put in effect, and I didn’t want to beg for Evanore to snap her fingers for me...

Well, if it were written in this book, then that change would be put into motion along with everything else she wrote.

Right?

Shit...

This is huge..

A situation like this doesn’t just come around too often- This book is always in her cleavage so... so it would probably smell amazing and- And now isn’t the time to be distracted.

This scenario is so hard to believe that, in truth, it could be a test by Evanore to see how I’d react. But fuck, if this is a test I might as well fail. She should know full well that when granted with the chance to have her grant any wish I might have, why would I not shoot for it? Honestly, my reaction to this is so blatant that she shouldn’t even need to test me in the first place! Perhaps she forgot she had left it here; she was distracted by me at the time- and after snapping me out of existence, she could’ve stormed off with her cake to eat it on her throne.

Fuck it.

What’s the worst she could do, kill me again?

Actually, she could. She could bring me back to life in the mortal realm, then proceed to kill me in a multitude of painful ways, then rinse and repeat. But hell, how could I not be a minion to a villainous Goddess if I don’t try to jump at the chance to have some form of power when it presents itself.

Opening her book, I took a pen and quickly wrote in small letters-

‘’Summon a magic tome to—”

..uh...

Shit, I just realized I don’t have a name, and, honestly, I can’t recall what my name was before I had initially died.

..okay..

‘’Summon a magic tome to the person writing this exact note. The tome will be imbued with all of Evanore’s godly magic, making whatever is written in the book to come true as if Evanore snapped it into effect herself. The tome is as powerful as a God’s magic.’’

Alright. That should work~ hopefully? It’s impossible to think of one thing he’d want in the moment. But if I could trick Evanore into summoning a book that can let me effectively use her magic to do whatever, then I wouldn’t need to just settle for one thing!

Closing the book, I quickly went about masking my presence in her room. As, all of a sudden, I am finding myself very willing to leave her chambers to make that cake she desired so much to leave her private notebook unwatched and out of her safety crevasse of cleavage. Hopefully, if she’s pleased enough, she’ll be less likely to scan through her notes before snapping her fingers to put all of her changes into motion.

“Mhhmmnnn!~” Evanore couldn’t help but moan a soft cry of pleasure from the sheer surge of taste that wafted through her mouth.

Alright, it can be admitted. She does have a use for her minions. They know how to make a mean cake. Sure, she could will one into existence, but nothing beats one produced by sweat and tears. Though, that could just be a byproduct of her narcissism kicking in. Regardless of the reason, this flavor just couldn’t be beaten. Just because of this, she’ll only torture one universe today with a century of unyielding starvation.

..okay maybe two, but that is still an improvement over the ten she typically shoots for.

“Who put this together?” Evanore asked as her mouth was filled with flavor. She glanced around the throne room and her minions all glanced at each other before instantly their hands shot up as they all wanted to be the one to take ownership for causing her pleasure.

“Okay,” She rolled her eyes, “I guess I can offer you all some form of reward. Converse with each other, and then tell me what you desire.”

“Holy fuck!” One of them yelled; soon, the spirits all gathered together and huddled amidst each other to mumble what they would want her to grant them.

“Alright.” As they conversed with each other, Evanore breathed and snapped her fingers. The cake vanished and in her hand. She then reached her hand into her cleavage to get hold of her book of notes. But... she had trouble finding it. Frowning she reached down further to no avail; she glanced down to her ample cleavage and stuck her other hand down there but still failed to find her book.

Where did...

Oh~ right.

She snapped her fingers, and the book appeared in the air where she casually caught it.

It had been left on her desk when she erased that one minion from existence. That could’ve been a problem, well- as much as a problem anything could pose to a God, which is to say, not anything at all. Just to be sure none of her minions tried to pull a fast one on her and alter her notes, she decided to skim through the pages to make sure all of her intended changes were, well, intended.

“Let’s have her give us all shoes! Bright red shoes!”

“Shoes? The fuck is wrong with you dumbass? We’re spirits! We don’t even wear clothes!”

“Well, shoes aren’t clothes.”

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

“How about we ask her for a vending machine in the resting chambers!”

“What’s the fucking point of snacks!?”

“Yeah we don’t have taste buds!”

“Can we talk about what he said about shoes not being clothing?”

Evanore was finding it increasingly hard to concentrate with her minion’s annoyingly loud mumblings; her hefty bosom rose and fell as she let out an audible sigh to help communicate her annoyance, but that didn’t put their conversation to rest.

“Gah~ Did you see that!? I want to motorboat that fucking rack. They’re so huge!!!”

“Her nipples are poking against her top, look you can—”

Evanore sighed again while rolling her eyes, this time much louder and to a vastly more irritating degree.

Slap

“Shut the fuck up, she can hear us!”

“She can?”

“Of course she can, she’s a God!”

“Shieet.”

“You think she’ll let us suck on her tits?”

“Alright alright alright~ shut up!” One of them said, “I got this,” He turned to approach her and then stuttered faintly before asking, “Uh..erchmmm.. Achemm... Can- Can.. uh... can you flash us your titties for one second?”

“Ask her for a dog!”

“Shit! You should’ve suggested that earlier!”

Evanore’s right eye twitched. “Ughhhhhhhh......” She let out a third elongated sigh. “No~ I will not flash my chest. But I will allow you all to have a puppy if you promise to take care of it because last time I gave you a cat, it pissed on my throne.”

“Damn, no tits.”

“But we do get a puppy!”

“Puppy!” “Puppy!” “Puppy!” “Puppy!”

“Gahh,” Evanore’s brow furrowed; she clenched a fist and used her other hand to snap her fingers. Directly in the midst of the chanting crowd appeared a cute wee puppy. The animal instantly took the hearts, of course, that is meant to be taken figuratively, of her minions, and they swiftly crowded around the dog to pick it up before scurrying away with their prize. When they vacated her throne room, she was finally granted another moment of silence; one that she used to yawn and recline on her throne. Dealing with these idiots was taxing, to say the least; after all that, she couldn’t be bothered to skim through her notes anymore. From what she saw already, everything looked to be in place.

Besides, she has a cake that actually tastes good and is just waiting for her to finish consuming it.

Without much thought, she raised her fingers to snap all the changes she had written down in the book to take effect. It was just a fair amount of random changes. Like altering the position of her statues for the people worshiping her, changing the architecture of her castle, washing her clothing, adjusting the shape of a few planets. Basic things~ nothing worth rereading every single page for.

Snap

By the Gods...

I stared down at my lap...

It’s...

It’s....

It’s that easy!

Here I was, doing nothing but sitting back while I watched my fellow minions play with their newly acquired puppy. I hadn’t expected it to work, after giving it more thought, I was sure Evanore would’ve noticed my handwriting; it clearly is done in an entirely different manner than her own. And it’s not like these dumbasses helped in setting her in the right mood with how annoying they were.

Though it is hard to ignore, the puppy was really cute.

But, besides the point, I had fully expected Evanore to take note of my little addition to her writings and promptly summon me to her throne room to be punished in front of everyone.

And- Well, I was wrong. The book resting in my lap made it clear as day. She hadn’t noticed. She used her god magic to put all of her intended changes to effect and subsequently gifted me with this book in the process.

‘’I can taste food,’’ I instantly wrote down as that has been something I’ve wanted for centuries since dying; I’ve never been able to actually enjoy the food that I ingest.

And I waited.

And waited.

..and...

..waited....

..and-

There was no change, no ripple, no wash of purple magic. So, I had no way of knowing if it even worked, unless-

‘’I have a donut in my hand.’’

A donut suddenly appeared in my hand.

Holy shit it worked! Is this what it’s like to be a God!? Just to be able to will things like it’s nothing!? Well, no God can just snap their fingers and poof anything is possible. But fuck, being able to write anything is cool too, this book effectively makes me as powerful as Evanore herself, maybe even on her level.

I.. I wonder... If..

..go big or go home!

‘’Evanore Dark’s currently used bra will be in my hand.’’

Her bra instantly appeared in the middle of my palm. I just stared at it with gawking silence before I promptly pressed it against my face to give the warm, freshly warm bra a long hard inhale.

Fuck... go bigger.. go bigger or don’t go at all!

‘’Evanore Dark will bow before me, kiss the floor and worship me as I sit on her throne the moment I snap my fingers.’’

I gulped and added

‘’She will not notice anything to be the slightest bit off or strange while that takes place.’’

My heart pounded.

Wait, I don’t have a heart.

Okay, then something was pounding.

Regardless, I raised my hand and, with hesitance, snapped my fingers in the way Evanore always does.

Snap

Before I could even blink, I was suddenly somewhere entirely different and much grander than the minions resting chambers. My ass was situated on a comfortable and still warm seat as if someone had just been seated at this very same spot.

“Praise to my Lord.” Chanted a somewhat familiar and seductively matured voice. “All hail, my Lord.”

“Holy shit.” I blinked and glanced down and had to rub my eyes a few times to make sure what my eyes saw was a genuine sight.

Evanore was on her hands and knees down beneath me; she arched her back and arms upwards and downwards in a worshiping gesture. Each time her face lowered to the ground, she could give it a soft kiss, leaving a small portion of her black lipstick with each consecutive kiss against the marble floor.

“Holy. Shit.” I repeated. “This is what it’s like to be a fucking God!”

‘’Evanore Dark doesn’t have her cloak on.’’ I quickly wrote.

The cloak draped around her shoulders, which always restricted the majority of one’s view towards her perfect definition of a body, vanished, leaving her bare shoulders, low cut corset-like dress, and tight leggings to be revealed for all to see. Currently, ‘all to see’ consists of only me.

“Praise to my Lord.” Evanore continued to chant; the sight was enough to give me a full-on boner. You know, if I had the ability to gain one.

But that can be changed. I opened the book again and wrote. ‘’I have a fully-functional dick that can get aroused whenever I want it to.’’ And just like that, I had a cock. One that I could bring up to attention at will, except I didn’t need to do so right now since I was already as erect as a pole.

Evanore would never allow us to have cocks, we didn’t need them, and they were ‘’distractions’’ that only mortals required. But to be fair Evanore would never allow any of this and now look at her.

“All hail my Lord.”

“Fuck...” I grunted and shifted in my seat. The throne was still warm from her ass, being seated in it just moments before.

I opened the book again and wrote, ‘’Evanore Dark will stop worshiping me to come up to the throne and feet me from her tits while I feed her snatch with my jizz.’’

Before I could even close the book again Evanore rose up, her lips parting from the floor again and leaving a thin line of spittle that broke apart and fell between her massively deep, dark cleavage. She stepped towards the throne elevated above her; her hips swayed to some invisible tune as each step caused her rack to jiggle and bounce. Her pale skin reflected off the purple light that tickled the room around us. It felt like I was going to cum as the literal Goddess obeyed these magic commands to the letter and approached with a swaying bounce to her steps. Having approached the throne, she towered over me as a Goddess inherently should before she then raised a leg and situated herself atop my lap. For a second, I wondered how I would put my dick in her since she still had clothing on to cover her godly pussy, but with a snap of her fingers, that wasn’t a problem anymore as she was suddenly bottomless. She lowered herself onto me, and I instantly came.

Yeah.

It wasn’t a good look, but she is literally a God. And I haven’t used a dick in centuries. So~ Excuse me for shooting early.

Luckily with just a thought, I was quickly at full mast yet again, and the Goddess moaned as I pulsed inside her. She proceeded to follow through with the second part of the orders I had written by simply undoing one knot that kept both sides of her top’s deep v-neck together. It fell apart and her massive tits spilled out to completely engulf my face. At that point I proceeded to work on instinct alone, I grabbed hold of her right breasts, my fingers sunk into its pale flesh, and proceeded to place her sizable nipple directly into my mouth. I could sense the flavor of her milk just by the yielding juicy jiggling texture of her tits and, well, the taste buds I had written to existence earlier. The moment I proceeded to suck. Well~ I came again.

My white seed shot into her a second time while her sweet milk flooded into my mouth. I groped her second, unoccupied tit while sucking her thick nipple deeper into my mouth and I hungrily consumed the nectar as I mindlessly fed from the Goddesses’ teat. Each time I would drink a mouthful of her creamy, indescribably sweet god-like milk, I’d shoot my seed into the Goddess I was fucking and feeding on. Her moans, something that was increasingly rare to hear from the otherwise cold-faced woman, became background audio, and I soon had both her nipples and every inch of her tit-flesh, covered in my saliva. Not even her rarely seen underboob was safe from my tongue, the odd tangy taste of her skin down there was... fuck~ it went great with a mouthful of her milk to wash it down.

After filling her snatch for the~ Honestly I don’t know how many times. I took one final suck from both of her udders to get a parting gulp of her milk, then gave her a long lick from her navel up her stomach, between her huge jugs, where my face nearly vanished for a moment before I reached her collarbone, then neck, locker chin and gave her a final kiss upon her pillowy black-painted lips. During the kiss, I purposely shared her own milk into her mouth, an action that caused her to instinctively solely the cream mixture of her milk and my spit.

“F..fuck..fuck...fukkkk~” I breathed heavily, as did the Goddess on my lap.

I gave her one lingering look of appreciation and then pressed my lips on her left nipple to give it a parking peck and leave her with a quick bite mark.

Snap

I snapped my fingers, and instantly Evanore appeared back on the floor, “All hail, my Lord.” She began to chant again, this time, her entire hourglass-shaped body was naked, and her pale-skinned was lined with evident sweat as she kissed the ground each time she bowed. I could even notice a faint drop of white liquids on the tips of her nipples while she continued to worship her own minion.

There was only one thing I could say after this...

“Bruh~”

“MINIONS!!!!”

Everyone in the resting quarters shuttered as the booming voice shook the entire castle.

“GET IN HERE, NOW!!!”

As if they were all one singular hive mind, the entire throne room was instantly filled with the spirits as they stood at attention before their Goddess.

“Alright.” She said coldly and leaned back in her throne. “Which one of you thought it would be funny to write in my book and trick me into giving the powers of a God?” Snapping her fingers, Evanore summoned a notebook in her hand. “This right here is what you thought would be an ingenious idea to put yourself on the same level as me. You write in this, and you can make anything happen. Right?” Her voice was sharp and filled with a fit of crisp anger. “Well, you didn’t realize that if this book can do it~ I can do it! It didn’t take me long to notice and summon it here. So do you see this?” She snapped her fingers, and the book erupted into flames. “There! Gone! And none of you will ever have a chance at gaining god-like powers again. Because let me make myself clear. As far as you are all concerned, there is only one God, and you are looking at her. In comparison to each and everyone here, I am—”

Evanore paused mid-rant and then promptly snapped her fingers. Her minions were taken by surprise as her throne vanished, and in its place was a small white-painted picket fence that extended around her. She wore nothing but a simple and very undersized cow-themed bikini set, “I am your stupid fuckable cow, Goddess of being fucked!” The former Goddess, now cow, walked around on her hands and knees for a few moments before she leaned back onto her thick thighs proceeded to grope her large rack while saying, “Moooo!!~”

Of course, it goes without saying that the crowd of minions were struggling to push through the unbreakable wall of shock that washed over them. But at the nervy back of the group, one particular spirit wiped his brow.

That was a close one. He had no idea she’d find out about what he had done, but the last-minute decision to rip out a single page from the book before heading to sleep last night saved his arse here. With this one page, he can just summon another book and take more precautions this time. But for now, he might as well appreciate this new, more milkable Goddess he worked for. Next time she asks for a cake, he’ll make sure to have her own milk be the main ingredient.

After getting another serving of necromancer milk, he’ll bring her back to her regular state of mind. There’s only so much fun that can be had in messing with a Goddess who thinks she’s a fuckable cow bitch. But~ fucking with Goddess who believes to be above everything and everyone in existence, while fucking with her in ways she isn’t even aware?

That’s where the real fun begins.