You Don’t Care

You look at the pathetic soulless mortal in front of you, who had the nerve to speak to you. You realize she belongs to you.

“Such a poorly trained mortal. No doubt it’s all those unnecessary memories.”

“Maya? No, please!”

You wave you hand and delete all her memories. She stands there, a blank look upon her face.

“There isn’t that better?”

She simply stands there drooling a bit. You realize, in your zeal, you may have gone too far. She probably no longer even remembers how to talk.

You wave your hand again. Giving her memories of serving you.

“What is your name, girl?”

“I have no name. I exist only to serve you, Mistress. The only thing that gives me pleasure is to see you pleased.”

You grin. She’s much improved.

“Now you are my bodyguard. You will train relentlessly to perfect your skills.”

“Yes, Mistress!”

You look at your mother and marvel at how identical the two of you are. You each have perfect curves, melon sized breasts that defy gravity, flawless crimson skin, long cock tipped tails, and bat wings. You let your shiny obsidian lips curl into an evil smile.

“I so love watching you work daughter. See to it this world is filled with lust.”

You bow your head. “Of course, Mother.”

With that she disappears into a cloud of wonderfully sulfurous smoke.

You know you want to bath this world in lust, the question is how?