A God

I can feel Shmi's awe, though it's unnecessary as her face makes it clear. In moments like these, it's quite amazing seeing everything in such clear detail as everything is frozen in place. Even Neoth, who's essentially just an extension of myself remains frozen. Stopping time for everything but myself is quite easy, I would be hesitant however to try manipulating time at this moment without further experience. Perhaps I should write down some rules, even if I don't need to. After all, I'd rather avoid using my true God powers unless I need to. Plus, Roleplaying is pretty fun... I should probably also make sure that these rules don't apply to all my avatars.

I create a book to house any rules I wish to properly write, writing utensil not needed. After all, I can just create the words onto the book and remove them whenever I wish. I'll also make sure to bound the book to myself and make it indestructible so I can call it to me easier and not have to worry about it being destroyed.

• The Lord of the **** is above the **** and can command it in it's entirety. The **** will however act as normal unless they press their will upon it.
  
• The Lord of the **** has little presence in the **** unless they allow it. They can also allow targeted individuals to sense their true presence, which even those disconnected from the **** can feel.

That should be fine for now, perhaps adding rules to any other avatars I make would be a good idea. Now I suppose I should let time resume.

A moment upon finishing the rules, I felt something immense. The ****... This was going to take some getting used to. It was as if another omnipotence had been laid at my feet, but this time it wasn't something I innately understood. I could easily make that so, but I'd rather learn this the fun way. Reaching out, I could feel the **** warp around me, time still frozen. I started to will open a hole, but stopped, maybe I should avoid jumping into the deep end from the start. Instead, I let the **** return and opened pocket in space without it, placing the book inside. I than closed the pocket, the book would always be with me, but wouldn't be physically reachable by anyone. Not that I need to worry about that, the book itself isn't very special other than being indestructible.

That could of been bad, I should definitely be careful about using the **** on a level beyond one it had been ever used before. I could accidentally destroy the system, or worse. Enough playing around, The Lord is about to meet and speak with the first person other than myself. Perhaps Telepathy would be better than spoken word, that would help cross language boundaries if it ever comes up. I'd also rather avoid The Lord having a static physical form, while the "armored" look will be a good default, being able to change form at will should make things fun.

As time resumed, Neoth placed his hand on Shmi's head and lowered it so she was looking down. In a few moments, Neoth let go and stood walking back to the elevator, where he remained standing. Shmi, unsure of what to do, heard it. You may stand. The voice was enrapturing, it sounded like the kindest and most caring voice she had heard but she also heard a hint of power, authority, and... chaos. In those three words, she knew that what she faced was beyond her understanding

As she stood, I approached her, only stopping a few feet away. Her eyes were squinting, it seemed that I was still a bit too bright so I dimmed myself a bit.

Strip

She blinked a few times "What? I don't-" STRIP as I let the authority she could hear rise slightly. It seemed to work as she made no sign to resist the order. She glanced back seeing Neoth staring blankly ahead. She than hesitantly removing her belt, allowing her tunic to unwrap. As she pulled it off, she made some effort to cover her breasts. With her free hand, she than began removing her dress which was obviously harder with only one hand. Eventually it fell to her feet and was left trying to cover herself. She made another glance back at Neoth, who remained as he was before.

Why do you hide yourself?

"I... I'm sorry" She slowly removes her hands with an apologetic look, revealing both her breasts and her pussy. I than began my "inspection" and placed my hand on head, running it through her hair. It was quite a mess, knots ran throughout, often causing her to wince as I stopped at each one. That wasn't even including the damage her hair had suffered from both sand and lack of proper care. That was one thing I would have to fix. Next, I brushed past her cheek, lifting her chin, inspecting her face and neck. Aside from the wrinkles of her age, she had some signs of the damage done to her from the Tuskens. That too I would fix.

She seemed like she wished to ask me something but hesitated. Speak She lightly nodded with her head being held by me "What are you doing?" she said, I could feel the tension in her neck. I brought my hand down to her neck, caressing it, and making sure to be gentle. Inspecting your body, I'd rather to keep you in good condition. That seemed to relieve some of her stress, though some of it might of been by my hand. I brought my other hand up and crept down to her shoulders, massaging her as I go. I moved down her arms, which were surprisingly more muscular than I expected. It seems a life of slavery would keep one somewhat fit, though not at all healthy. When I reached her hands, they were far from smooth, much like those of a worker.

As I'm holding her hands in my own, I begin to feel... happiness? I look at Shmi's face and can see she's become teary eyed, though with my form, she'd be unable to tell where I'm looking. Interesting, so it seems I can feel other's emotions even without trying. Perhaps a side effect of being directly connected to the ****. Though I could technically do that anyway, I would rather rely on my **** based powers more often. Done with her arms and hands, I move back up to her shoulders before moving to her collarbone and down to her breasts. While they're of decent size, they're definitely flatter than what I would of expected. I practically grope her breasts and move to her tits, pinching them slightly, which causes her to try and hide a gasp. I than move back from them, holding her breasts in each hand lightly before brushing down past them.

It would seem that last action left her breathing shallowly and with goosebumps. At this point, I could feel her _excitement _growing. I continued, grabbing hold of her obliques, or lack thereof. She was slim, almost unhealthily so. I moved down to her naval, her stomach lacking much fat. At this point, I could feel her final ribs just above. As I knelt, I heard a slightly louder gasp, at which point she was now looking away flushed. I wrapped my hands around her hips giving her a gentle squeeze before moving to the center. Her pubic area was quite overgrown with hair, not surprising.

As I reached her lips, I could hear her breathing quite heavily. Pausing for a moment, she seemed far more excited than she should be. After a brief moment, which amounted to nearly no time at all, I understood. Apparently, despite my clothed and armored appearance, it acted as living flesh and my hands were the most pleasant touch possible. It seemed I'm not completely aware of all the effects my powers and creations might have. As if nothing had happened, I returned to my inspection.

I split apart her lips and brushed my thumb up and down her opening, intentionally rubbing her clitoris. Luckily for me, this form has no way of expressing what I now feel flowing from her, otherwise I might of had some problems. Shmi shuddered, and her legs gave out, it seemed that was all it took to release everything that was building up. I held her as she collapsed upon me, luckily I remained in a knelt position. She simply held on tightly as she continued to shake for a while. That was likely the first orgasm she's experienced in quite a while, and possibly the most powerful. Well, she's likely going to need some time to recover, but I should continue the inspection to completion.

With that, I lightly prodded the **** around me and proceeded to suspend Shmi in the air as if she was laying on her back. Standing up, I proceed to move down her legs, which revealed some past damage. Moving down, past her knees, which caused her to shiver some more when I grazed under them. I than passed her shins, and than her ankles before reaching her cracked feet. There was much to improve upon here, and I will make sure to do so, with her approval of course. I doubt however, she would reject any offers I made.

I should probably do something about my form though, seriously, cloth and armor should not be that nice to touch. Maybe having a more sensual form, though perhaps changing it depending on who it's for might do me good... Who knows, maybe a female body would be quite interesting, and fun.

I lower Shmi into the waiting arms of Neoth, who takes her to a more comfortable room where I might visit her later. Her soft moaning leaving her barely conscious. First, there are a few individuals I'd like to deal with on Mortis.

This might be a long one, so bare with me.

Yo, how's everyone doing? My birthday is next week, and I'm pretty happy. Sorry it took longer to get around to writing this, I binged three different animes in that time. Anyway, I hope you've picked up on some future ideas I have, because I have no plan on abandoning this project. At least in the foreseeable future, I quite enjoyed writing some sensual... things? I don't know, I'm warming myself up to things to come. This chapter took me a few hours to fully write, so you probably shouldn't expect something of this length too often. Anyway, I might take a book from one of my favorite stories on here and create a Discord Server. Though I doubt there'd be many people that would want to get involved with that. Let me know if it's something you'd be interested in.

Alright, I suppose that's enough nonsense from me. See you all next time on this bizarre adventure of... I don't know, maybe I should create a title for this story in the future.