Title: Omnipotence 
Author: Shadow Wolf 
Summary: Our man is gifted with absolute power, which he tries to use
ethically. 
Keywords: MF, mc, oral, slow, rom

Omnipotence by Shadow Wolf

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Chapter One: Aide Appears 
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I'm not sure why I was chosen -- why I was given the power I have. I don't
even know where the power comes from, or how it works. What I do know is that
I can reshape the world as I see fit -- to create things, even people, from
nothingness, or send them into oblivion; to alter the past, or at least
everyone's memories of it; to control the thoughts of a person, or a nation,
or of the entire world. In short, I was given the power of a god.

It all started when I was watching _Return of the Jedi_ for the umpteenth
time, looking at Princess Leia in that gorgeous slave costume, and thinking to
myself, _"God, I'd love to fuck her."_

<If that's what you want, you can,> said a voice in my head.

"Wh-what?"

<If you want her, you can have her,> repeated the voice.

"That's impossible." For some reason, I wasn't questioning the existence of
the voice, just what it was telling me.

<Almost nothing is impossible for you now.> As if in demonstration, a woman
appeared on my couch: Princess Leia, just as she was in the movie. She
immediately snuggled up next to me and began massaging my thighs.

Needless to say, I was stunned. "What's going on? Who are you?" I asked the
voice.

There was a moment's confusion, as the woman thought I was talking to her.
"I'm Princess Leia, and I'm here to fuck you," she said, in an almost haughty
voice completely at odds with her words and actions.

"I'm sorry, Leia, I didn't mean you -- I was talking to someone else." I
repeated my question to the voice silently -- _Who are you?_

<In a sense, I am you, or a part of you. I don't have a name unless you give
me one. You asked what is going on. What has happened is that you have been
chosen to receive a gift. You have been given the power to change the world in
any way you want, with only a few restrictions. I'm the interface for that
power -- you tell me what you want, and I do it. You wanted to have sex with
the Princess, so I created her for you.>

Leia had continued to massage my thighs, getting ever closer to my crotch. I
was as hard as I'd ever been before, but I simply wasn't ready for this
aggressive approach.

"Send her away please -- I need to think about this first." She instantly
disappeared. "What do I call you?" I spoke aloud, preferring to hear myself
think.

<Call me anything you want -- I am your servant, here to grant your every
desire.> I could almost *hear* it bow unctuously. 

I had to call it something -- I remembered the Belisarius novels I'd read
recently. "I'll call you Aide. You said restrictions -- what are they?"

<Your power is limited to the Solar System -- just past the orbit of Pluto.
You can do anything you choose as long as you don't destroy the human race.
Those are the only restrictions -- you can even re-write the laws of physics
within the system, as long as humans can still live under the new rules.>

"And for how long do I have this power?"

<For as long as you live -- and you will live as long as you desire.>

"Okay," I nodded slowly. "Now, why did you create the Princess like that?"

<You expressed a desire for her -- I was simply carrying that out.>

"If I'm going to live with this, I don't want you jumping the gun like that --
her sudden appearance almost scared me out of my skin. From now on, don't
anticipate -- wait until I give you specific instructions, so I can think
about what I want beforehand." I thought for a moment. "If it's a
life-or-death situation, go ahead and do whatever's necessary to prevent me
from being hurt."

<Understood. Do you want me to bring the Princess back?>

"Where is she now? What did you do when I asked you to send her away?"

<She doesn't exist anymore -- I simply unmade her when you didn't want her
around. I can re-create her any time you wish, however.>

"I don't think so -- Leia is beautiful, but her personality isn't really what
I want in a lover -- she has a tendency to be a bit arrogant." I considered
this for a moment. What did I really want in a lover? Up to that point in my
life, I had had no social life whatsoever. In high school and college, I was
too shy to ever ask a girl out, and too much of a nerd to be asked out. In
fact, I never did anything social except with my family -- I didn't go to
parties or clubs, or do much of anything except work, reading books, or
surfing the Internet. My life was a very lonely one, which explained why I was
still a virgin after 25 years.

I decided right then and there that I didn't want to live the rest of my life
-- which just might be eternity -- stuck in that same rut. I would use this
power to break out of that cycle, to do something different for a change. And
the first thing I wanted was to get rid of that damned virginity.

For which, of course, I needed a woman. I decided to think things over very
carefully before I actually had her created.

First, though, I looked around my apartment -- it was a mess, mostly because I
hated cleaning up. "Aide, clean up the apartment, put all the books on the
shelves, and get rid of all the trash." 

<You don't have enough bookshelves for all your books -- I could make the
apartment larger and give you more bookshelves.>

"Just shelve the books I haven't read yet, and the ones I read most often. Get
rid of the rest -- I can always ask you to create it later if I want to
re-read it."

<Done.> The apartment was clean, *really* clean, for the first time in several
years.

Next I sat down (metaphorically -- I was already sitting down) to consider
what I wanted in a lover. I checked with Aide and verified that he knew all my
thoughts -- he was part of me, as he said earlier -- and asked him to take
notes on the decisions I made, but hold off on actually doing anything until I
gave the word. I also asked him to chime in with any suggestions he had along
the way, particularly if I was forgetting something.

First, appearance: Leia was beautiful, of course, but I already knew what the
woman of my dreams looked like. The closest thing I'd had to pornography
growing up was a pair of Victoria's Secret catalogs, both featuring the same
gorgeous model. A Caucasian woman, mid-twenties, with long, dark brown, curly
hair, lightly-tanned skin, and the sexiest pair of eyes I had ever seen --
gray-green, almost silver-green in color, with exotically tilted eyebrows
which always reminded me of a bird in the distance. When she looked straight
at the camera, her eyes appeared to be examining your soul.

I didn't know her name, and it didn't really matter. The catalogs were ten or
twelve years old, and I didn't want the real model -- just a woman who
resembled her. "Aide, can you create a hologram-type image, and alter it as I
give you the details?" Immediately, an image of the model stood in front of
me. "Let's see... shrink her breasts a bit, about a C cup (I preferred smaller
breasts, and while hers weren't huge, they were still just a bit larger than I
liked). Trim back that bush -- all of it off the lips, just a small triangle
above the mound. Get rid of all the rest of her body hair. That's good.
Remember that." The image was perfect -- she rivalled Cleopatra, or Helen of
Troy, at least in my mind.

A name was easy -- I'd long ago named the model Irinna in my dreams, and
decided to stick with that. Intelligence -- never settle for less than the
best. I had Aide make her as intelligent as myself (I tend to score very high
on IQ tests and the like, and consider myself very intelligent indeed). I told
Aide to make her completely devoted to me -- her only desire was to make me
happy. Sexually, she would be completely uninhibited, willing to do anything I
wanted her to, and experienced in all the forms of sex. 

"Is there anything else I need to consider?" I asked Aide. <What about her
past -- who is she, where is she from, what's her job?> After some thought, I
decided to keep it simple. "Let her know the truth -- that she was created by
me for my pleasure. Make sure she's familiar with my favorite books and movies
and so forth, so we'll have the same cultural references. Does that cover it?"

<What about her voice?> "Like Faith Hill's, I think." 

<That covers all the basics.> "Then make it so."

I didn't jump this time. It helped that Aide didn't create her right next to
me on the couch, but rather several feet away, standing near the doorway. I
immediately noticed that Aide had handled one last detail -- she was dressed
in an exact duplicate of the same slave costume Princess Leia had been wearing
earlier.

I sucked in a breath as the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen sank to her
knees in front of me. "How may I serve you, Master?"

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Chapter 02: Master 
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Master. The word both frightened and thrilled me. For the first time in my
life, I was about to learn what sex was all about, from a gorgeous woman who
would do anything I wished, indulge my kinkiest, darkest desires.

Yet this same word finally brought home the implications of what my new power
meant -- I was her master, she was my slave. I could use any euphemism I
chose, but she was still a slave -- and so, potentially, was every other
person in the world.

I put aside these thoughts for later -- right now, I just wanted to lose my
virginity. 

"Please make yourself at home while I change, Irinna," I said, heading for the
bathroom. I had a chance to make some self-improvements, and I wasn't going to
pass that up.

I stripped and looked at myself in the mirror. To be honest, I was pretty ugly
-- pasty-white from too much time in front of the computer instead of outside,
scarred from multiple abdominal surgeries (my guts were constantly a problem),
and far too skinny - you couldn't quite count my ribs, but it was close. I
even had acne still, although it was mostly on my neck and shoulders.

_Aide, I want to make some changes. Get rid of my scars and zits, add at least
20 pounds of muscle, tan my skin a bit. Internally, I want to be in perfect
health - fix my damn intestines, give me 20/20 vision, and get rid of any
incipient cancers or other health problems._ I had decided to get in the habit
of addressing Aide mentally -- people would think me very strange if I went
around talking to myself all the time.

<Done.> My vision was blurry, so I took off the now-unnecessary glasses and
looked at the mirror once more -- I looked much better. I was still
recognizable, but anyone who knew me would wonder about the drastic changes. I
would worry about that later. Tonight, the only person who would see me was
Irinna, who already knew of my power.

I hesitated before leaving the bathroom, tempted by one more change. It was
almost cliched, really -- so much so that you've probably already guessed what
I was thinking of. The same thing almost every horny young male worries about.

Yes, gentle readers, I was worried about my dick size. Sad, isn't it? To be
sure, I really was rather small down there, or at least less than average.
About four and a half inches long, and rather skinny. I knew Irinna wouldn't
care -- all she cared about was my pleasure, not hers. On the other hand, she
wouldn't know I had changed anything, either, since she hadn't seen me naked.
In fact, the only people who had seen me naked since puberty were doctors and
nurses -- I was always very personally modest, avoiding locker room showers in
high school, and locking the bathroom door when I was still living with my
family.

_Aide, double the size of my penis in all dimensions._ This gave me a weapon
worthy of a porn star. _Also, give me control over my sexual function. I want
to be able to maintain an erection for as long as I want, to control when I
ejaculate, and to be able to orgasm as often as I want -- no refractory
periods._ 

<Done>, Aide responded. I tested it for a minute, making my erection go up and
down a few times. Satisfied, I had Aide conjure up a silk robe to replace my
sweats, and left the bathroom. From geek to stud in five minutes.  Ah, power.

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When I returned to the living room, Irinna was lounging seductively on the
couch, still dressed in that famous slave costume. "Very nice, Master," she
said approvingly. Of course, she probably would have said the same thing, and
even meant it, if I'd changed myself into a hideous squid-like monster.
Nevertheless, hearing the compliment pleased me.

"Thank you, Irinna. Now, I'd like you to dance for me -- not a strip, just an
erotic dance." I wanted to set the mood, a bit, and that costume was made for
dancing, after all. I had Aide clear the room of extraneous furniture (coffee
table, television, etc.) and took Irinna's place on the couch.

She was very good. Part belly dancing, part pole dancing, part something else
I had no name for, she worked back and forth across the room, teasing me with
her charms. She bent low to display her gorgeous cleavage, strutted to display
her legs, undulated to display her belly, twirled to display her ass. This
last showed something even more interesting -- the costume was crotchless, at
least this version of it. My cock stirred underneath the silk robe at the
sight.

She ended the dance by dropping to her knees in front of me, her face very
nearly in my crotch. By this time I was rock-hard, and my newly-enlarged dick
was poking out the front of my robe. Irinna looked at it, then up at me with a
question in her eyes. I nodded her permission do continue with whatever she
planned to do.

She leaned forward and kissed the tip, causing it to jerk a bit, before
settling back and beginning to lightly run her fingers up and down my legs.
She began below the hem of my robe, her fingertips barely brushing my skin,
tracing complex patterns on my thighs as she moved upward. She brushed the
robe aside and continued tracing her fingers the insides of my legs, one hand
on each thigh. Her delicate fingers caressing the sensitive flesh of my inner
legs caused me to become even harder still, harder than I would have thought
possible. At that moment, I was glad for the control I'd asked Aide for --
without it, I would undoubtedly have shot my first load already.

Finally, Irinna's questing fingers reached my balls, lightly teasing my sack.
As she began massaging my testicles, she leaned in to kiss the tip of my cock
once more, then began licking up and down the shaft. A few minutes later, she
rose up and took the head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around as she
began to go down on me. It was the first blowjob of my life -- the first
non-solo sexual experience of my life -- and I was in heaven.

Most of what I knew about sex came from pornography, movies, magazines, and
stories. Despite all the talk (particularly in stories) about deep-throating,
I knew most women could not actually do it -- even porn stars rarely took more
than three or four inches into their mouths, using their hands on the rest of
the shaft. Irinna quickly proved she wasn't most women -- when the tip of my
cock hit the back of her throat, she barely even paused. Soon, ten inches of
throbbing man-meat (sorry, I just had to use that phrase) were buried deep in
her tight, hot throat. 

Irinna didn't stop there -- her fingers caressing my balls, her tongue
swirling around the base of my shaft, and her throat muscles massaging the
rest of my prick all combined to provide the most exquisite sensation of my
life -- far better than Miss Rosie Palm and her five daughters. As she began
to bob her head up and down, fucking her face with my cock, Irinna looked up
at me with pure love in her beautiful green eyes.

As I had so many years ago with the model's pictures, I became lost in those
eyes. The reality was a hundred times better than the many nights spent
jacking off over those ancient catalogs, because the model was just doing a
job, but this woman, *my* woman, was in love. Her love might be a creation of
Aide, just like the rest of her, but it was still real for all that. 

Is a woman less real because she is created rather than born? In the days to
come, I would look back on that moment and be reminded of _Blade Runner_ --
can an android love? When I saw Irinna gazing at me then, I knew that an
"artificial" woman -- or an android -- *could* indeed love. Irinna was not
just some fuck-toy I had created -- she was her own person, with her own
thoughts, her own dreams and desires. Those desires were inextricably bound to
me, to my pleasure, my happiness, but they were no less real simply because I
had programmed her with them. We are all programmed, by our genetics and our
upbringing, our parents, peers and heros, by every event that happens in our
lives. This programming, the memories and beliefs and desires that guide our
decisions, is our soul, our essence. It doesn't matter whether it evolves over
a lifetime, or is created in an instant, whether it's etched in carbon or
silicon or pure energy states, it is what defines each of us as an individual
person. 

It was in that moment, when I understood Irinna's reality, and that her love
was as real as her soul, that I began falling in love with *her.* I was her
master, her lord, in some ways her father (how delightfully incestuous!) She
was my mistress, my lady, my daughter -- how could I *not* love her?

None of these thoughts were coherent then, of course. All I knew then was that
she loved me, and it was real, and that I loved *her,* and *that* was real
too.  Lost in these emotions, in her eyes, in her love, I let go of myself,
and of my self-control, and came.

She felt it first through her fingers, feeling my balls draw up within their
sack, and pulled back on my cock, leaving only the tip in her mouth. I felt
liquid fire running through my body, erupting out the end of my cock like
volcanic lava, only to be engulfed by her even warmer mouth. She swallowed as
I came again, and again, and again. And as I came down from my orgasm and my
eyes made contact with hers once again, I saw her shudder -- she had come
simply from making me come.

"Thank you, Master."

"Thank *you,* Irinna, my love."

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Chapter 03: Love and Lust 
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_"My love."_ I didn't really mean for those words to slip out like that -- it
sounded so ... _trite._ But said them I had. Irinna was stunned. 

"You really mean that, don't you, Master?" Tears welled up in her eyes as she
looked up at me. "You're not just saying that?"

Trite the words might have been, but she somehow sensed I meant them. "Yes,
love, I *do* mean it. I didn't expect it -- all I was thinking of when I made
you was having a little fun -- but I can't deny it. I *am* in love with you.

"Perhaps it's because I've been in love with you, with the *idea* of you, for
years. Whenever I pictured my perfect lover, it was you, whether it was a wet
dream or not. And so I created you, with all the devotion, the lack of
inhibitions, the common interests that I always dreamt of.

"And I discovered that you are *real* -- you're not a puppet of Aide's, a toy
to be cast aside. You're a real woman, with your own thoughts and dreams. A
woman I can love, share *my* thoughts and dreams with. And because of this,
because of who and what you are, I love you."

She stood and melted into my arms. "Thank you, Master. When you made me, less
than an hour ago, my only hope was that I would be able to please you well
enough that you would keep me around instead of sending me away, or at least
that you would bring me back from time to time. I never imagined that you
could love me, no matter how much I pleased you.

"I know there will be other women in your life, and in mine -- you made me
both polyamorous and bisexual. But you will always be my foremost love -- you
are the center of my universe, and no one will ever displace you."

"Yes, darling, there will be other women -- I've always believed in at least
the _possibility_ of polyamory. I may even find myself loving them as much as
I love you, but there will always be a place for you in my life; I promise you
this."

"Thank you, Master," she said softly. Then she grinned wickedly. "Speaking of
my place in your life, how about in bed?"

I chuckled. "Yes, I think that's a good place for now."

As we entered the bedroom, I asked Aide to increase the size -- both of the
room and the bed. Picking up on a stray impulse, he asked, <What kind of
sheets do you want?>

_Satin. Black satin._ Some might consider it a "girly" thing, but I like to
think I've always been in touch with my feminine side. Besides, I just like
the feel of satin against my skin. 

"Ooh, nice," said Irinna as she saw the bed change. She ran her hand across
the smooth surface before sitting down and looking at me. "So, how do you want
to begin?"

"How about we start with the basics?" I asked, dropping my robe and slipping
into bed with her. "Kissing, for instance."

Irinna proceeded to give me thorough, hands-on instruction in the ancient art
of kissing a girl. I'd seen kisses many times on TV or in movies, but you can
never really see what's going on from the outside. I'd also read about
kissing, which always seemed to involve tongues duelling with each other. It
didn't happen that way at all.

Our first kiss was more of a mutual exploration, a sharing of each other's
bodies and souls. She led, of course, being the more experienced of us (sort
of, anyway), but I picked up on her example quickly.