Six months had passed since Omen had taken Themyscira, and if you were to ask him, not much had really changed except for the fact that every single Amazon now bowed to him as their god, master, and owner.
You know, the small stuff.
The air still smelled like salt and flowers, the temples made of marble and gold, the waters were still crystal-clear… but every inch of the island was his personal breeding ground now.
He'd reorganised the Amazons into two very distinct casts, what he liked to call the fuckable and the rest. If an Amazon didn't meet his standards, a beautiful face, an ass so fat it could crush a man's head, tits heavy enough to leave bruises when they bounced, and the skill in bed that could keep up with his cock, they weren't getting bred, that was it, and certainly no exceptions unless he felt like fucking a sow.
The highest tier of the "unfuckables" were at least allowed to masturbate when they weren't serving as maids, footrests, or decorative ornaments around his temples, as for the rest, it was strictly forbidden to touch themselves.
They were denied even that pathetic luxury; their role was to be proper slaves after all, and always be perfectly groomed in case, on a whim, Omen decided to throw one a pity fuck, and if that day ever came, they'd better be ready to thank him for the privilege of getting their pussies destroyed and peed on.
The high society of Themyscira was an entirely different story, as every Amazon who was worth even a passing glance had been bred; their perfect bodies were now gloriously swollen with his children, and their hips carried the next generation of godly daughters.
Diana, Princess of Themyscira, was of course the first of them, her belly just starting to show, as for Queen Hippolyta, her mother, was right there with her, also expecting.
The throne room was peaceful that morning. Diana lounged on the right side of Omen's massive golden throne, lying on the ground as she flipped through stacks of papers and scrolls detailing the island's affairs, with her pregnant belly in clear sight as her expression stayed sharp and focused.
Across from her, Harley sat on the floor, sprawled out like a lazy housecat, her pale thighs spread as she mashed buttons on a pink 3DS with her tongue poking between her lips as she played.
Omen, of course, had the best seat and service in the room, the Queen of Themyscira herself was on her knees between his legs, her swollen tits swaying heavily as she worked her mouth over his cock.
She licked him like a starving woman, her tongue tracing every thick vein before swirling around his tip, with drool running down her chin and dripping over her breasts as her hand worked furiously between her legs.
The wet, messy sounds of her worship filled the room as Omen looked down at her with amusement, when Omen finally cummed, it was in thick, heavy ropes, splattering all over her face, dripping down her cheeks, and pooling between her tits, Hippolyta moaned softly as his cum rolled down her chest, but Omen didn't even give her a word of praise.
"Get out," he said flatly, waving her away like she was nothing more than a servant delivering wine.
"Yes, my Lord," she breathed, wiping her chin as she stood.
Before the queen could take a second step, Diana spat right at her feet without looking up from her paperwork, the glob of spit hitting the marble between her mother's toes, Hippolyta paused for a heartbeat, but said nothing and left in silence.
Not two minutes later, the doors to the throne room banged open, and a breathless Amazon ran in. She dropped to one knee instantly, bowing her head. "My Lord! A… creature, gargoyle-like, was spotted at the western cliffs. It was installing some kind of device before disappearing into the clouds."
Omen's expression didn't change, "Parademons," he said while yawning, "ignore it for now. They're just pests."
"Yes, my Lord." The Amazon bowed again before rushing out.
Omen leaned back lazily in his throne, glancing down at Harley, "You feel like getting powers today?"
Harley froze mid-game, her head snapping up with wide, manic eyes, "The fuck yes, I do!" She practically threw her 3DS aside, leaping to her feet and bouncing into his lap, kissing all over his face until he shoved her off.
"Come," Omen said, standing and motioning for Diana as well.
The three of them left the throne room and made their way down the marble halls toward the island's armoury. Inside, dozens of Amazons were hard at work, some bent over anvils, hammering out weapons, others were assembling armour, while one particular section of the workshop was… unique.
Rows of sculptors were working with intense focus, carving flawless replicas of Omen's cock in gold, marble, and steel. Some of them were polishing the heads with soft cloths, others were adding absurd details like the veiny ridges and texture of Omen's cock.
The moment Omen stepped inside, the entire room froze, and every Amazon present dropped to one knee instantly with their heads bowed, "Show me her suit," Omen ordered.
It would be too easy for him to just upgrade her suit and give her powers, but there was a sadistic pleasure in knowing some of the most skilled craftswomen in the world were working in the suit of a slut who acted like an actual bitch.
From the back of the workshop, an Amazon stepped forward, she was enormous, standing a full eight feet tall, with skin as dark as obsidian, her tits were small, flat by Amazon standards, but her ass was a perfectly rounded, muscular curve that practically bounced even without moving, and on her hands, she carried Harley's suit folded neatly over one arm.
She knelt, holding it up to Omen, "My Lord, we've reinforced the lining to handle greater impacts, the armour fibre has been lightened without sacrificing strength, and the boots now enhance movement speed, and the gloves..."
"I'll take it from here!" Harley chirped, snatching the suit and tossing her robes aside without shame, she stepped into it with ease, pulling the fabric up over her hips and wiggling until it sat snug against her ass, and twisted her torso, showing off from every angle.
How's my ass look, boss?"
"Fat," Omen said without hesitation.
She grinned and cupped her tits through the suit. "And these?"
"Fat," he repeated.
Harley giggled like an idiot, clearly pleased, and wandered off to harass the dildo-makers while Omen and Diana listened to the workers finish explaining the suit's upgrades.
When they were done, Omen looked back at Harley, who was masturbating with one of the finished dildos, much to the sculpter's displeasure, "What powers?"
Harley, with the dildo still inside her as she responded, answered, "Well, obviously flying, super strength, super everything, Oh! Controlling shit with my mind, super luck and a super pussy," She said as she moved her hands away from the dildo and it started to fall off her inside despite her best efforts."
"Done", Omen said as he turned back to Diana and massaged her pregnant belly. The dildo now remained stuck in place, despite being made of gold.
Back in the throne room, Omen lounged on his throne while Diana knelt to his right and Harley to his left, "Worship my balls," he ordered.
Without question, both women leaned in, Harley took the left, Diana the right, and their tongues lapped at him in slow, worshipful strokes as the sounds of approaching footsteps echoed in the distance.
A team of Amazonian doctors entered, bowing low before beginning a thorough examination of Diana's pregnancy, they measured her belly, checked the position of the child, and made notes on her health while she continued to tongue Omen's balls like nothing else in the world mattered.
Omen wasn't even looking at them anymore; instead, his mind wandered, his thoughts turning to someone who didn't exist in this universe. His favourite girl from what he had seen in the transmigrators (bum) memories, she wasn't in this universe, and that irritated him.
So he fixed it.
Right there, sitting on his throne with two women licking his balls and a room full of Amazons kneeling in silent reverence, he split open the fabric of reality, creating a new universe where she did exist, and then pulled her into his world mid anal orgasm.
Power Girl was exactly Omen's height, her tits were obscenely large, bigger than Diana's by a solid margin, each globe so heavy and round they looked like they were defying physics, tits so big even battle-hardened Amazons stared and lost track of what they were doing.
The big pink nipples were fat enough to make a mouth ache just to wrap around them, and no bra in any universe could truly tame them.
Her ass was a masterpiece in its own right, just as fat and high as Harley's, but with a firmer, meatier bounce, the kind of ass that begged to be grabbed, slapped, and fucked until her legs gave out.
Thick thunder thighs framed it perfectly, squeezing together in a way that always made her pussy look like it was begging to be parted.
And then there was her little secret, one not even the most perverted villains in her own world had quite pieced together. Power Girl had a true, burning obsession with hardcore anal sex.
Not just "likes it in the ass" levels, no, Omen made it so she loved it in a way that bordered on religion, toys, her fists, double-stuffing dildo's, anything that pushed her further.
She'd never admit it out loud to just anyone, but she had spent entire nights in her apartment with her biggest toys, not touching her pussy even once, riding the edge through nothing but her asshole until she collapsed.
And as if that wasn't filthy enough, she had a deep kink for watersports; half the time, her "showers" were just an excuse to kneel on the tile, imagining her future husband or owner as her fingers worked her ass.
As for what she was currently doing, Power Girl, caught in the middle of a frantic, anal masturbation session, screamed as her climax hit with a thick dildo in Omen's shape buried in her ass.
She passed out as she came, her mind going white, only to wake seconds later, falling through a tear in the sky.
She landed hard in the warm sand on the southern shore of Themyscira, the scent of salt water and flowers filling her lungs as she gasped awake, with her suit half-off, her tits spilling out, her toy still lodged deep in her ass.