The technological barbarians

(Originally posted by YearEnds)

As Melissa and Emily faded back into the universe while frantically fucking each other, they held a mental conversion discussing what had transpired during Melissa's first day as God.

"So, Em, what do you think about what I've done?"

"I think you're going to make a great God, Mel. And I'm not just saying that because of how much I like having sex with you."

"So you've been listening in on your predecessor."

"Of course. She has no idea that I know everything she does or says or thinks. She knows that I can know, but I know she doesn't know how active my interest is."

"Well, there is one issue that needs clearing up first."

"You want to do the honours?"

"No, you can. I know how much you like messing about with lesser beings."

Emily giggled. "There, done. As far as Amia--or anyone but the two of us--knows, her wife has always been her wife Ashley, and never Achré. And Amia loves resting her head on her wife's watermelon-sized tits."

"Good. I really hate it when my underlings try to defy me."

"Do you think we should let her in on any of our little secrets?"

"What, like how her concerns about Jack's family are baseless since they're his family from a month after he became god and not from the googols of years later after he'd fucked them silly to the point where all they could do was beg him to make them orgasm again? Or how Jack, after all that time, figured out how to separate her from the universe? Yeah, she doesn't know that she's no longer the embodiment of the universe. I could kick her out of Heaven any time I want. And given that, since you're the one person I always want by my side, you're the only person I can trust always to give me sound advice--even advice I don't want to hear? It was necessary to separate Amia from the universe. Eventually I'd pass on my power, and I couldn't trust that none of my successors wouldn't have penetrative sex with Amia, even if you tried to warn them against it. Of course, I might make you my successor, so that we would eventually be together for eternity, and then you wouldn't have been around to warn them off. No, for now I think she's better off not knowing, as I don't want her doing anything rash in protest--she's still right in that she was trained to advise the Gods by the first God, and for now I'm not about to throw her aside--and besides, it's funny to watch her rant about how bad a God I am. What right does she have to judge me anyway?"

"Well, she was an angel for way, way longer than you've existed, Mel."

"Okay, okay, I'll grant that, Em. She's known and advised every God since the beginning of time. But you know what sort of weight their decisions hold now? None. That's the thing about Godhood, Em, your power is only absolute so long as you hold it. Should I retire and my successor decide to turn the universe into a patriarchy, overturning everything I will do, well, that would be that God's right. I probably wouldn't choose someone who would do that to succeed me, but maybe a few Gods down the line one would. And I'd probably be angry about it, but it would be an impotent rage. So Amia might have known every God, and advised every God, but she's got absolutely no idea what it's like to be God."

"Well, Mel, it's not like I do, either."

"True, but I've given you way more power than Amia ever had. You're a lot closer in that respect to God than she was." Mel paused to put up a bubble around them and their bed to protect the universe from the effects of their orgasms. "On another note, do you think Sandra will work out as your understudy?"

"Well, she loves being under me, and studying me. She's really diligent in that." The lovers shared a laugh. "She was a bit disappointed at how abruptly you whisked me away from her, but she knows that you do have first claim on me and so she's back at Orange State. Her research is going a lot better now that she can read everyone's mind."

"Good. I sent everyone from the university--except her, of course--away from the Night so that she could have unfettered reign over the place. I'll want deputies and she's as good a choice as any."

"As long as you don't mind me pulling her away from her duties for a quick trillion-year fuck every so often."

"I don't mind, I mean I knew that would probably end up happening after I made her a sub-archangel. Anyway, one last orgasm before we talk with these people?"

Melissa and Emily threw thoughts at each other and orgasmed with enough **** to create a billion universes, all safely contained within Mel's impenetrable shield.

--

Karthem looked at the mysterious bed, with its mysterious couple, that had just appeared in front of his house. It had taken a few minutes to fully materialize, so he'd turned on his house's defences and alerted the planetary military. It wasn't often that the Falkhakian military had to respond to a threat on its own planet, but they'd alerted everyone near him and were preparing to attack the strange pair.

The small, one-man fighter appeared rapidly over the horizon and came to a stop above the bed. No sooner had it done so than it unleashed its probe weapon, designed to test defences without alerting anyone protected by them. Karthem was following the telemetry via his brain's computer implant, and he gasped as he saw the battle computer's recommendation for the two. There was no visible shield, no apparent protection, yet the computer urged the highest power setting. Clearance was obtained from the government within seconds, and, while the couple on the bed were still pleasuring each other, enough power rained down on them to vaporise a galaxy.

And nothing happened. The blast was simply absorbed, the energy apparently ceasing to exist.

It did get the occupants' attention, though, and the one with the larger breasts sighed and waved her hand. The fighter was sent flying as if some tremendous mental **** had simply seized control of its systems.

--

"Well, that was pretty rude of them, wasn't it, Mel?"

"Well, I did decide to start here on Falkhak for a reason, Em. It's one of the most militaristic, male-dominated planets in the universe. Everyone they contact ends up conquered, and everyone they conquer ends up hating them, but they're simply too strong to be resisted successfully. Even Amia would have had a tough time dealing with them, and, sadly, none of my predecessors cared enough to shut them down. They hadn't moved out of their own galaxy, so it just wasn't worth the bother."

"There is an internal resistance movement, though."

"Yes, but its only members are women, and they can't do anything against the men, really. By law women have to submit to sexual relations at least once every twenty-eight days, and after they do the male sexual fluids render them, if not pregnant, at least sedated for a good twenty days after. If they don't have sex, the authorities pick them up and **** them to the same effect. Pretty hard to have an effective resistance when your members are each only able to be active a quarter of the time."

"So what are you going to do, then?"

"Well, first I'm going to get myself fucked by the man who lives in this house, and so are you. Then, when it becomes obvious that we have not been at all sedated by his cum, I'll take my next step."