The Perfect Being

Moving with ****-aided grace, the two transformed Ones come closer to you, and using the ****, they part the robes you're clad in, revealing your new body. A pair of perfect breasts frame a divinely beautiful face and equally beautiful hair. Your stomach is thin with a hint of coiled muscle, and your skin is smooth and flawless. But as a divine being, you chose to not merely be the perfect woman. As their eyes trail down your body, they see your divine rod, so to speak, perfectly sculpted and fitting perfectly naturally on your body.

It is that which their eyes are drawn to most, as is only natural for beings so connected to and so embodying the Unified ****. As such, their greatest desire is submission to you, and this is the most visible way to do so.

"You may worship me, my Knight, my Bishop," you say magnanimously.

"Yes, Mistress/Gladly, my Lady," they fire off, their voices overlapping, as they both go for your cock.

Hmm. Well, given your largely female form, you suppose female pronouns make sense, and you do like the sound of them. Mentally, you make a change to yourself, so that people will automatically refer to you by female pronouns, and also that you retroactively had your current form in your previous meetings. No need to confuse Satine and Bo-Katan, after all.

Then, you turn your attention to more physical matters. You might as well enjoy your first blowjob as the Goddess of the world of Star Wars, after all.

For the moment, both Ones are kneeling on the ground, mouths surrounding your cock as they lick it. The twin tongues of the Knight and the Bishop are now both on your shaft, and you let your hand massage the lekku of the Knight, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her. "Good girls," you hiss, as their tongues continue to worship you, and you caress the face of the Bishop. She leans into the contact, but even as she does so, she doesn't cease to lick at your shaft, desiring to maximize the pleasure you feel.

Then, suddenly, you feel the irritation of the Knight spike through the ****, and she brings her mouth around the head of your shaft, before lunging down it, pushing aside the tongue of the Bishop. For a moment, she chokes on its width, her natural gag reflex preventing her from bringing it deeper down her throat, before she uses the **** to shove herself deeper onto it, ignoring the limits of her body.

'Sister!' you hear the Bishop cry out in annoyance, but the Knight is not cowed in the slightest.

'Our Mistress has- has breasts, does she not? Worship them,' she commands, though her focus lapses as she chokes herself on your cock. Regardless, the ex-Daughter takes her sister's directive to heart. Her mouth latches onto your left nipple, teasing at it, even as the Knight continues to struggle to breathe around your length. The Bishop's hands, too, play with your newfound breasts, and you enjoy the novel feelings of pleasure that you'd never experienced before. At your feet, you can feel the pleasure of the Knight spike with every touch of her lekku, but she's taking her job of serving your cock too seriously to let it show, apart from the occasional bucking of her hips when she orgasms.

'Thank me for your transformations,' you order the pair mentally, desiring for your ego to be stroked even as they worship your body.

'We are far superior to how we were before,' the Bishop begins, her green hair billowing behind her even as she continues to worship your breasts.

'Before, my Mistress, I thought only of my own desires, and was selfish, but now I realize that– that this is my true calling,' her red-skinned sibling adds, orgasming from your hands on her lekku even as she broadcasts her adoration.

'And I, foolishly, thought that desires like yours were wrong because they were bad, rather than because you are the only one who deserves to control or dominate anything. All true domination and control ought to stem from you, my Lady, not the pathetic whims of lesser beings.'

Now that was an ego-stroking. Perhaps you'd have her proselytize to your other followers. "Correct," you agree out loud, and grace her with a reward. "Cum," you say, and with that single word she receives a body-shaking orgasm. For a moment, her body involuntarily jerks back from yours, but in the moments after she buries herself in your breasts with redoubled devotion, as if in apology for failing you for even a second.

You enjoy the situation for a bit longer, the Knight's throat wrapped around your cock, with her using the **** to **** herself if only to provide you with a bit more stimulation, while her sister worships your breasts. But eventually, as your pleasure mounts, you decide it's time to mark them both. "Kneel and present yourselves," you order, and immediately the pair rush to follow your orders, ripping off their disheveled clothes to reveal their breasts, faster than any mortal ever could. And then, you cum, your ejaculate painting their faces and breasts and clothes.

"Thank you for your gift, Mistress," the Knight says. "May I lick it off my sister?" she asks hopefully.

You wave your hand. "If you wish. But after, the two of you should reshape this place to be more fitting." And leaving those words to linger in their mind, you will yourself back to the Star Forge. That was satisfying, but less than you'd hoped. Perhaps you'd try a different variation of mind control next time?