Kael floated in an endless void, thinking about his new life as a god. He drifted in a relaxed pose, hands behind his head, completely at ease.
A flood of thoughts filled his mind, all the dreams and fantasies left unfulfilled in his mortal life. Maybe now was the time to finally fulfill them.
Then he remembered his stepmother and stepsister.
"Oh yeah," he murmured to the emptiness. "I can bring Clara and Liana along."
The thought quickly turned into a plan. They were probably still grieving his death, and the idea of seeing them again felt like the perfect way to begin his new existence.
But first, Kael granted himself a lot of skills. He began finding and crafting, pulling from memories, fantasies, and desires-searching through countless worlds, even those based on anime and TV shows. He tracked past and present timelines and created a single realm where he would stay, while experiencing everything at once.
"Now it's time to bring my step-mother and step-sis back," Kael said with a lewd grin.
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Back on Earth, a girl stood with her mother in a quiet cemetery. Both wore black dresses, their faces shadowed with grief. A light sweat glistened on their skin and their bodies trembled slightly.
The young girl looked down, hands shaking as she gripped the fabric of her skirt. Her mother placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.
She spoke softly to the memory of the one they had lost.
"Mmm~ I hope you're happy... wherever you are, Brother..." she whispered, her body trembling. "Haa~ Look... Mom and I are wearing the gifts you gave us for our birthday... mmm~"
She lifted her skirt, revealing the pink vibrator buzzing hard inside her dripping pussy. Wet sounds echoed faintly as her thighs twitched, knees knocking, toes curling in her shoes.
Her mother lifted her skirt as well, showing a black vibrator shaking deep inside, juices already running down her legs. Her hips jerked, calves trembling beneath her stockings.
Just then, Kael, watching from the void, felt a warmth spread through his being. "Step-mom, step-sis... they still love me," he whispered.
He had feared that in the time that had passed, a week, maybe more, Clara and Liana might have begun to move on, perhaps even found someone. But their grieving before his grave proved he was wrong.
He thought fast and soon turned invisible like a ghost and appeared right beneath them.
Clara placed a hand on her vibrator, voice trembling. "Since you're gone, son... mmm..." she began, a soft moan escaping as the toy buzzed faintly.
"And you made us happy every day... we wanted to give these back to you."
She took a shaky breath, her hips shifting slightly.
"We have put this inside the whole night... now we coated it in our cum... mmm..."
A faint blush spread across her cheeks as she continued.
"We are giving them back to you... haaa... so you can find happiness in the afterlife…"
Liana put her hand on the pink vibrator and pulled, but it was stuck.
She pulled harder, it wouldn't come out.
Beside her, Clara struggled with the same problem. Her black vibrator wouldn't budge either.
They exchanged confused, shaky glances, legs trembling from the relentless buzzing.
Then, suddenly, the vibrator twisted deep inside Liana, then pushed back in on its own. A soft "ahh~" escaped her lips as her body arched.
Clara's vibrator began moving by itself too, thrusting in and out. She let out a quiet "mmm~" as her legs shook.
Liana's voice trembled. "Mom... what's going on... ahhh~... mmm…"
Clara looked at her daughter, body quivering. "I don't know... ahh~" Her voice broke into a sharp cry.
The invisible force shoved both vibrators deeper, stretching them with a sudden, brutal fullness.
Liana's inner walls clenched around the hard plastic, a shockwave of pleasure-pain searing through her.
Then, in one sharp motion, both vibrators were ripped out.
The sudden friction against her sensitive walls was too much. "Ohhh~" Liana screamed, back arching wildly as her climax erupted. Her pussy clenched, spraying her release over the gravestone in a visible stream.
Beside her, Clara's loud moan tore through the air as the forced exit triggered her own violent orgasm. Her pussy clenched again and again, juices splashing across the grave like a fountain, as her legs gave out completely.
Exhausted, they collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily. Their eyes met-wide with a mix of fear, confusion, and overwhelming sensation, as they tried to grasp what had just happened.
A figure materialized before them, a familiar smile on his face. "Did you miss me?"
The woman and her daughter stared, their minds struggling to process the impossible. Joy erupted first.
"Kael!" they screamed in unison, their voices ringing with disbelief and elation.
But that joy was short-lived. The reality of the situation crashed down upon them. He was gone. He was buried. He shouldn't be here.
Their screams of happiness twisted into cries of pure terror as they scrambled backward.
Kael saw their fear and found it amusing. A part of him wanted to play more with them, but he quickly shook his head.
How terrible can I be? he thought. They are clearly grieving; they came to my grave, my final resting place, after my death. How can I have such thoughts?
With that, he softened his expression. "I'm not dead," he said gently. He reached out, touching each of them.
In an instant, the gloomy cemetery vanished. They found themselves in a luxurious room, all soft lighting and high quality furnishings.
There, Kael gently placed them on the bed and slowly explained everything. "I am not a ghost... I have become a god."
He soon told them a tale of his noble sacrifice. He described how he had saved a little girl from a runaway carriage. He explained how he had met a god in the afterlife. Finally, he revealed how he had been transformed into a god.
Liana rushed forward, throwing her arms around Kael.
"We missed you so much..." she cried, her tears staining his clothes. "Why…? Why did you die for that girl? Didn't you... hic... even think about us?"
Kael held his sobbing little sister, comforting her.
"So... you became a god?" Clara asked, her voice calm but full of wonder.
Kael nodded over Liana's shoulder.
After a while, Kael looked at them and snapped his fingers.
A sharp click echoed in the room.
Instantly, their black mourning dresses transformed into wedding gowns, befitting brides.
They gasped, their hands flying to their mouths as they looked down at the beautiful white fabrics now adorning their bodies.
In that moment, a shared understanding passed between them. Kael was a god now. The rules of Earth, its laws and its judgments, no longer applied to them.
Two rings appeared in Kael's hand. He knelt before them where they sat on the edge of the large bed. "Will you marry me?" he asked, his voice sincere.
The mother and daughter looked at Kael, then at each other, before they both shyly nodded. "We will," they whispered in unison.
Soon after the vows were exchanged, their honeymoon began. The room was vast, dominated by a massive bed and a large television.
Kael preferred a simple lifestyle, so the space was not overly decorated, but it was comfortable. He had plans, after all, plans to soon fill this entire world.