Hi Godling, I'm Kennedy

Can you hear me?

Hear you?

I'll take that as a 'yes'. What about the other senses?

You're in a room with a small desk and a home computer; there's a wall-sized shelf of books beside you. The air smells of slightly acrid floral perfume, and it's comfortably warm. For some reason you can't move your body.

I can see and hear and smell and feel, but I can't move.

So that part's working too. You're sharing my senses, but you can't control me. Actually, it's pretty-much entirely the other way around.

This is obviously the mortal world, early twenty-first century, but other than that what's going on?

I summoned you. You're a free-willed but inchoate spark of divine energy that I've extracted from of the interstitial vortex between dimensions.

What the fuck did that mean?

I guess you're not one of the hyper-intelligent ones. In simple terms it means you're a little tiny god, so small you don't even get to capitalize your species. I've summoned you into a special binding circle with a few tweaks of my own. You can see what I'm seeing and sense what I'm sensing, and even hear my thoughts. The one thing you can't do is control my body in any way.

That sounds like slavery.

Got it in one! I'm Kennedy, by the way; you're my godling servitor and you affect the world when I want you to. Now, I'm going to show you who you'll be riding along with.

She twirls around and you find yourself looking in a full-length mirror. There's a human girl of about twenty years or so with pale skin, a carrot-red bob hairdo, large green eyes, and enough freckles to look like a Jackson Pollock painting. She's wearing a dark green floor-length velvet gown that hides a figure so thin she's only a little beyond skeletal. A is not her blood type, it's her bra size.

That was NOT nice. For that, you don't get to see me naked.

Oh yeah?

You realize you have no power over her, but what about the gown? The shoulder straps vanish and the bodice rapidly slithers downward.

"Yikes!"

She catches it just below her navel, but you get a great view of her not-considerable breasts. Her nipples are a dark chocolate brown and about the size of quarters with pronounced nubs even in the unaroused state. So you can defy her will, at least indirectly. Excellent.

That was NOT fair. Put my dress back right now.

The dress slowly slides up her torso, rubbing its soft fuzziness along her skin. The tingle level is just right; you slow down when you reach those beautiful nips. She gasps as the fabric caresses them and by the time you put the gown back into place and rematerialize the straps you can see her nubs pushing against the gown. You feel the warmth down below that says she's getting aroused.

You're a randy little god, aren't you? Actually, are you a god or a goddess?

Does it matter? I'm in your body, so I guess that makes me goddess. I like 'godling' better. And yes, I'm horny. It's been eons – literally – since I've had sex. So get to it, human!

You call me Kennedy.

All right, Kennedy, but my wish still stands. Go fuck something – now!

This is about power, not sex. I have one type, you have another. Working together we can do anything we want. And what I want now is to–

Rub those pert nipples...

No! Well, yes, but what I want now is to get changed and take you out for a test drive.