Home invasion

Feeling a bit of cosmic vertigo, you decide to "zoom in" a bit more. Acting like the omnipotent jerkass you are is fun, but you have to be careful not to overindulge or you might end up losing touch with your inner humanity.

Speaking of indulging, you've had a plan you've been dying to try out for the last few days, and hey, no time like the present!

Feeling mischievous, you try to find your target through trial and error. You knock on every door you come across, messing just a tiny bit with the occupants each time: turning roomates into couples, families into couples, rejuvenating old people, turning some men into women - or hermaphrodites, depending on your mood... All in all making the world a more attractive place - for you of course, but then again, you make sure to make anyone you come across share your taste.

Until finally, you find her. A quick look at her, and at her mind, and you know you won't do better until you start manually crafting a tailor-made human. Smooth, voluminous auburn hair cascading in elegant curves until they kiss caramel-skinned shoulders; deep, cheerful brown eyes, smiling lips, small nose, and a short stature all in all. Not too busty, kinda meaty on the hips. Thanks to the bottomless thing, you can clearly see a well-trimmed bush ornating her groin. And the smell! Lilac, poppy and coconut dancing with her body's natural scent to form an enrapturing bouquet of fragrances. From what you read, she's an upstart web freelancer, full of warmth, cheerfulness and energy, with all the can-do attitude you could expect of a modern woman.

She's perfect.

While you're busy surveying her, she greets you: "Hi! Can I help you?"
Jolted awake from your reverie, you smile and remove your T-shirt. Now completely naked, you answer: "Hi! Yeah, I've hade a peculiar sexual fantasy for a few days, and I was just thinking you'd be the perfect person to help me enact it!"
As you speak, you gently push her inside her house, throw your T-shirt randomly in her house, and start searching for a nice place to sit on. Cozy, you think as you survey the small yet comfy house.

As your soon-to-be sexual helper follows you in your quest for a seat, her smile goes from cheerful to intrigued: "Oh? And what makes you think I'll go along with it?"
Spotting a fine-looking armchair, you let yourself fall on it, and put your feet up on a nearby coffee table, atop of some important-looking documents. "You see, I'm omnipotent."
Her amazingly expressive smile changes again, this time into a teasing one. "Oh yeah? What you're like some kind of deity or something?"
You grab her by the hips and make her sit on your lap, her back facing you. Ripping open her shirt, you start gently massaging her breasts. "I mean, I don't like to call myself a god, but so far I've found no higher power than mine."
Absent-mindedly, she starts to rub her pussy on your hardening member. She chuckles. "And what proof do you have?"
As an answer, you start enumerating: "Well, I came into your house uninvited, made myself at home, I'm currently fondling you, and overall I've been the rudest guest, haven't I?"
She chuckles again. "I mean, yeah, you haven't been exactly the most polite person in the universe and most people would have called the police by now... But hey, I like to think that I'm a chill person. And you're great at massaging my tits! So I can't really call any of that conclusive evidence, you know?", she mocks.

Your cock now fully erect, you take some time to enjoy the feeling of her rapidly moistening hole rubbing on it, her soft pussy hair scraping gently against your glans every now and then.
After some time, she insists: "Well? Any proof for me, Mr. Omnipotent?"
Sighing, you scan the room to make your point as quickly as possible. A couch on your left, a TV in front of you, a blue carpet. Nothing that you could make use of quickly and efficiently... And then you see it. With a smile, you tip the cup of coffee with your foot, spilling its content all over the table, the important-looking documents, and the carpet.
Proud of yourself, you brag: "How's that for a proof?"
You feel her tensing up. Much to your chargin, she abruptly stops rubbing your cock, and declares, with a harsh voice: "Alright, you've made your point: you are a jerk. Get out of my house."
You secure her with your arms to prevent her from standing up, and with a thought, you undo the damage you've caused. "What about now?"

After a moment, you feel her slowly relax: she leans against you anew, and let you caress her body again. As she resumes her grinding of her nether regions on your dick, she comments: "Wow. Okay, yeah, I guess you're the real deal then."
By this point, her back-and-forth has you fully erect and aching for release, so you retort: "Aren't I. That being said, I'm gonna cum soon, so I might have to do it in your pussy if you don't want me to mess your things up again."
She glances down, noticing your erect cock between her legs as if she's suddenly realized it's there. "Oh my! Sorry, where are my manners!"
She turns around in order to face you, secure her grip on the armchair, and declares: "Of course you can cum in my pussy!"
And just like that, she impales herself on you.

The stimuli of being suddenly thrust inside her warm hole is enough to send you over the edge, and with a groan, you discharge in her. Ropes after ropes of cum erupts from you directly into her, enough to overflow a little and dirty your groin again.

Smiling, your benefactor locks her eyes with yours for the first time since you've entered her house: "Wow, you really needed to cum, huh?"
Struggling to regain your composure, you manage to answer: "Huf... Nah, this is the usual for me. I kinda cum buckets."
She shrugs. "Eh. I can deal with that. By the way, we haven't been formerly inroduced to each other: I'm Katie!"
"John", you reply.

Now that the haze has somewhat subsided, you remember your plan.
"Oh yeah, I mentioned a sexual fantasy of mine, didn't I?"
"What?", Katie replies, looking confused. "I though that was it? Invading someone's home, having them grind on you and cumming inside them?"
You laugh an honest laugh. "Oh no, not at all! This is pretty much Monday for me at this point."
She looks at you with a look of curiosity tinged with apprehension. "So... What kind of sexual fantasy would an omnipotent man need me for?"

You make her sit up, noticing some of your cum leaking from her onto the carpet. She seems to not mind for some odd reason. Perhaps she thinks you'll undo it again? Anyway, you have better things to think. You inspire, about to modify the nature of reality in a more theatrical way.
"Katie..."
"... Yes?"
"You will now be alright with whatever I do. Nothing I do or say will ellicit any reaction more violent than a snark or a tease, nor will you feel wronged by anything I impose on you."

As your booming, theurgic voice echoes in the distance, she raises an eyebrow, and a smug smile form on her decidely expressive lips. "Like I should feel bad that you just rewrote my mind but can't really bring myself to hate you for it?"
Your godly ego tingled by these words, you answer: "Yes, exactly."
She giggles. "So, total ownership of my body and mind? That's your sexual fantasy? Or is there yet another layer to the erotic onion?"

With a final grin, you finally detail your far-fetched fantasy to her.