It corrupts absolutely

“How powerful are you exactly?” you wonder aloud, collapsing into a chair as you began to consider the power that had fallen into your grasp.

“You’ve got a practical goddess on your side Master there are none whom can truly compete with this power?" she asked, as she walked over to you and saddled your lap "even my own body could be of any form you desire"

"Yes but you've been defeated before" you point out to which she scoffs.

"Only because of the interference of this host Jean Grey, but thanks to you she is dead" she huffed, her hands beginning to stroke your dick sensually "and now the world is ours to design"

"More" you say suddenly, surprising yourself.

"Sorry?"

"I want every reality warping superwoman out there to be under my control, then I want to be able to use you as conduits from which I can tap into your power and control all. As for the reality warping supermen I simply will see them die to not oppose me" you yell "I want all the power in fucking universe at my fingertips and I want to remake the world into my paradise. You are going to help me with that"

"Ohh of course Master" she smirked, with a devilish horny grin.