Omni Claire Obscure

Omni Claire Obscure

Written by HarmonyMotion
Commissioned by anonymous

Chapter 1

A pair of long detached arms, covered with satin smooth skin, straightened out, palms upward, turned rigid and vibrated in the mysterious void illuminated only by a pair of blue neon outlined spherical hills. Then, with a pop, a naked torso appeared in that phantom space, back arched upward, a full, ripe pair of breasts with perfect chocolate peaks pointed toward the infinite midnight sky. The woman—and it was clearly a woman, even if one didn’t factor in her full decolletage—shimmed back and forth where her hips would be, moving with more grace than the most seasoned of belly dancers. Her waistline was so thin, so tapered that it was hard to imagine that they could support a pair of breasts as magnificent as were currently on display, and the flared hips and full, athletic ass only added to her stark curvature.

Her back straightened as she, seemingly unfettered by gravity, “sat” up, a pair of arms, an admittedly sexier-than-anything torso, the twin hemispheres of her ass resting as if on an invisible chair. Her hips maneuvered in a familiar motion before a pair of mile long legs, one crossed sexily over the other, connected themselves to her body.

The right leg, long, lean, shapely, swung idly. Her body was completely nude and completely perfect—hairless, no blemish, no visible flaw, perfectly smooth to the touch. The arch of her dainty foot made high heels look redundant. Any step she took, not that she would ever even think of having her permanently pedicured, sexy beyond reason toes touch solid ground (unless it was for a very good purpose, like destroying the very ground her pinkie toe touched down upon), would rest only on the ball of her feet, her toes effortlessly supporting her weight, her heel completely elevated.

And with a wiggle of those toes, her sexy body disappeared once more.

Chapter 2

She reappeared in an alleyway, brick walls on both sides of her. The air kissed her naked skin, but she was completely unbothered by the weather. Nothing ever bothered her. Those wiggling toes hovered above the broken pavement, its unworthy surface littered with trash and other unmentionables. As that body made its way toward the intersection, a group of hooded thugs turned the corner, holding some sort of ill-gotten prize in their hands.

Claire’s hands framed the outline of where her head should have been. With a little jerk like a chiropractor, her glorious visage with its long, sleek black ponytail materialized with a cute little pop.

“W-what the fu...” the lead member started to say before a sudden surge of arousal hit him in the gut like a cannonball. His loins suddenly turned molten, burning with need as his cock stiffened and pointed toward the source of his uncontrolled passion. Without warning, his member quaked and erupted, staining his pants as he stared breathlessly at the naked Asian goddess floating in the air.

“The hell...?!” the others followed suit before wanton lust overtook them, spasming and gasping as dark stains appeared in the crotch of their jeans.

“It’s... it’s a ghost!” one of them managed to stutter through his unceasing orgasm.

She tapped her chin with a long, sensual finger, as if musing about some inner thought. Then, she turned her imperious gaze upon them.

Her face was stunning.

Heartbreakingly gorgeous. Thick eyebrows with a beautiful arch, clearly Asian features with otherworldly light brown eyes. A cute button nose, and lips a healthy red, not too thick, not too thin, made for kissing, for nibbling, either to be devoured, or for devouring. Her hair was pulled back into a long ponytail, parted at the center to frame her heart-shaped face.

“Soooo pathetic!” she scoffed, the corner of her lip curled into a mischievous grin. “They’re so weak they couldn’t even see my head? How long have I been away from this obscure, backwater planet?”

The ragtag group of eight boys continued to orgasm, though no longer feeling the juxtaposition of existential horror that a sexybody was floating in their usual alleyway. Now, it merely happened to be the most beautiful girl that had ever existed... floating in their alleyway. Completely nude.

“H-hey, babe...” the lead one approached her on wobbly legs. His dick had stopped spasming, but it was still pointed straight at her, leading him toward her as bolts of lightning surged through his rod, leading him toward the inevitability of her beauty. “I think you need to come down here and let me use that body of yours.”

She looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Oh yeah? And what if I don’t?”

“Look, we can show a good time, or we can make it hurt.” He brandished a knife from the back of his pants. The rest of his gang, caught in the same throes of lust as he, followed greedily behind him, smacking their lips at the thought of having their way with this Asian beauty.

“Oh, I would hate to be hurt,” she cooed mockingly at the group. “Please be gentle,” she swiveled her torso, presenting her perky, jutting breasts in his direction.

He would have orgasmed had not Claire held back enough to prevent it. Naturally, she was in complete control of everyone’s bodies and their reaction to her.

The lead thug, Emilio, sucked in a gasp as his body responded. The reptilian part of his brain, overwhelmed with primal need, rushed forward, desperate to make contact with Claire’s body.

She presented her breast to him, knowing that was the focus of his attention. Her breasts were always the focus of everyone’s attention. That, and sometimes her butt. They were the breasts of the backside, after all. And her ass was no less glorious than her bust. It was the only contradiction she had ever known: her breasts were the sexiest thing in the world, but so was her ass. So which was it? Every moment that passed, her body became more alluring, triggering instant sexual gratification from their viewers as they struggled to meet the impossible definition of her body. The two were in an endless race, each overwhelmingly sexy, outdoing the other, every second of every day of every eon, ensnaring all who looked at her.

As soon as Emilio’s outstretched palm landed on her breast, he knew pure bliss and submission. The knife fell out of his right hand, but Claire maneuvered her luscious legs to catch it, the sharp end of the blade landing on the bridge of her foot. In a display of impossible flexibility, she raised that leg, gripping the knife between her lovely toes, deforming the metal with her dainty digits before dropping the worthless steel ball.

Meanwhile, Emilio was bucking his hips like a hummingbird’s wings. He couldn’t let go of Claire’s breasts. The way it filled his hand, the way it barely dented under his squeeze, the way it made his loins physically burn as he ejaculated over and over... he had no choice anymore. He was compelled to hold onto her as long as possible. Compelled to orgasm for her until either she denied him, or his heart failed.

However, Claire didn’t give him that chance. She raised an eyebrow and gave her pectoral muscles the most imperceptible of twitches. The subtlest, most infinitesimally fractional amount of power that she could. Her large, delectable nipple vibrated against the palm of his hand while the dramatic curve of her breasts sent a shiver up his arm. Just a brief little contraction and relaxation of her superhuman, infinitely omnipotent body.

The power that coursed through her firm, protruding, perfectly spherical and jutting breast resonated against Emilio’s clutching hand. Immediately his hand began to disintegrate into dust, starting from his fingertips and traveling down to his palm, up through his arm.

He groaned and gasped, barely registered that he had been dusted by Claire’s tiny twitch of disapproval. His cock was still hard, quaking and spurting his pathetic juice into his shorts as his entire right arm had now been blown away by the wind. Still the warm stain in his crotch continued to spread, his armless body jerking in uncontrollable ecstasy before he realized that his torso was disappearing. The last thing he saw before his cock and his head turned to ash was the cute little smirk on this goddess’s face.

The remaining four men had just witnessed, but not understood what had happened. All they knew was that Emilio was gone. And that they were still rock hard and pulsing for her, jealous of the fact that Emilio had been given the glorious honor of touching this Asian beauty’s chest.

“Aww, do you guys need some help controlling yourselves?” Claire raised her long willowy arms over her head, making her impressive bust rise with the tiny throwaway motion. “Maybe if I take away your cock...?”

Bringing one arm back down in front of her, she cupped her hand as if she were gripping a rod. Her supple wrist rolled as her hand stroked up and down, up and down over an imaginary shaft.

One of the thugs gasped and bit his tongue as his entire body bent into conniptions. His feet floated off the floor, and he voiced a guttural, agonizing cry to the torment of pleasure that Claire’s hand seemed to transfer directly into his member through his pants.

Her fingers gripped a little harder, and his so-called iron rod dented under her squeeze, his skin rippling and pumping up and down with her long distance movement. She sighed with disapproval and rolled her eyes. Bringing her other hand underneath the one that was stroking, she opened her palm upward, now “gripping” the base of his shaft and cupping his balls. The thug’s back arched even harder as he felt the massage of her invisible fingers on his overworked testicles. He looked as if he was being folded in half!

And then Claire’s stroking hand squeezed shut.

The thug’s cock disconnected from his body with a loud pop. It floated out of his pants looking like the most realistic dildo ever created. Where his cock had been was now an expanse of smooth skin, akin to a male doll with no genitalia.

Claire curled her index finger at the cock, making it float toward her. All the while, it continued to spasm, still spurting his pathetic spunk as his body fell to the pavement hard. 

“Still coming?!” Claire teased, knowing full well that there was nothing he could do to resist her. “Well, I guess removing your cock didn’t work. Next subject?”

Claire uncrossed and recrossed her legs the other way, revealing her bare, smooth cunt for a brief moment that might as well have lasted a lifetime for her “lucky” audience. With her hands resting on her knee, she gently kicked the air with her swinging leg.

The thug’s body jerked back as if he had been folded over by cannonball traveling at maximum speed. He flew backwards, bent at the waist, his head meeting his feet before his midsection dissolved into dust, briefly splitting him in two. The cock that Claire had detached and was lazily floating toward him continued its convulsions, ejaculating nothing but a plume of smoke, before it, like the rest of his body, became particulate in the air.

The other three now stared in horror at this sexycute reaper of death. Their cocks were still hard, still practically tugging them off their feet in her direction as they continued to spasm. They wanted to run, but they wanted to look and orgasm even more. Their only human biology left them helpless in the wake of her supernatural, compelling beauty.

“Well, taking away his cock didn’t work. Maybe I just have to cover up? What do you think?” Claire uncrossed her legs once more and stood up in midair. She held one arm across her chest, pressing it against the magnificent hypersexual appearance of her voluptuous breasts. They squished out from under her slender limb, making them even more mouthwateringly luscious despite the fact that her nipples were now barely covered up. Her lush flesh bulged over her arm and spilled beyond her slender torso, making the mens’ plight even more pronounced.

“Or maybe...” Claire furrowed her brow as if deep in thought and looked toward the sky, “the sight of my boobs is too much. Maybe if I turn around? Though you’ll still see them from behind. Well, let’s try!” she chirped.

Claire extended her foot downward, “standing” on the tip of her toes in midair like a toy ballerina. The three remaining thugs had barely enough attention to drool over every curve and counter curve of her tapered waist leading to those child bearing hips before they were treated to a dramatic profile view. The perfect expanse of rounded flesh that made up Claire’s ass had just a profound effect on the men as viewing her breasts did, and any brief control they had over themselves when Claire had put on her arm bra was immediately shattered as she completed her midair rotation, presenting her mile long legs and her perfect bubble butt for their eyes to feast on.

The omnipotent Asian girl turned her neck to witness what she already knew was happening, would happen. All three men were on their knees, the veins in their necks bulging, their hearts pumping as they continued to orgasm beyond their limits. She sighed for effect with a little grin that she knew would be lost on them.

“You guys are so pathetic, I guess I have to take actual control of your bodies,” she declared nonchalantly. Snapping her fingers, all three cocks stopped spurting jizz.

But Claire’s devastating sexual effect was no less profound. The sight of her ass still made all three men convulse with burning need, their testicles roiling like molten lava. Only the spout for their outlet had been closed off.

The pressure built and built until one of the men began to leak semen from every pore of his body. He shook and shook before all that he was was semen. His body melted into a white puddle on the floor. The other two were doing no better when Claire giggled and made her final pronouncement.

“Clothing it is, then,” she announced with utter disdain.

She snapped her thumb and middle finger once more. It sounded like the crack of a rifle. Both men immediately flew toward her, their bodies lurching to meet her infinitely superior, floating body. One thug’s head was headed for the deep recess of Claire’s massive cleavage, while the other was headed right for the sunlight gap between her sculpted thighs. Just before they were about to crash into nirvana and turn into a gory paste, Claire held her arms out and spread her legs. A little twitch of her nose, and the two men transformed in mid flight, clasping onto her body as painted on fabric.

Her newly adorned button down white blouse fluttered in the wake of the had-been thug’s flight. She tucked the collar down and admired the low cut which showcased her cleavage. The bottom of her blouse was tucked into a black pleated skirt that ended well above the knee. She swished her hips, letting the fabric rustle against her satin skin while shifting the flesh of her labia to let it rub together lasciviously.

No underwear for her. That would be far too insulting.

“Oops! Better cover these up,” she remarked as she looked at her bare, cute feet.

Floating toward her next adventure, Claire pointed at an eighteen wheeler truck and a decades old oak tree. The two of them flew at her, morphing into a pair of strappy white heels. They laced themselves up her svelte ankles, leaving her painted toes exposed but covering up the far too sexy soles of her feet.

“I think I want some breakfast!” she declared to herself with a clap of her hands.

Chapter 3

Claire floated into a diner serving the usual fare. The smell of buttered toast and powdered sugar mixed with viscous syrup over pancakes hit her in the nostrils. She took a deep breath, savoring the aroma of mortal food.

As soon as she floated in, the hostess at the stand found herself completely speechless as she stared down the deep, creamy valley of Claire’s blouse. The whimsical goddess waited a few seconds longer than necessary for the hostess to try and gather herself and seat Claire, but the hapless woman orgasmed instead.

“I think to get a servant’s attention, I’m supposed to do... this?” Claire mused.

Claire jabbed her index finger at the still writhing hostess. The woman stopped immediately in mid orgasmic seize, frozen in place. Claire twirled her finger, making circular motions as the woman shrunk down and down, her skin becoming silver and reflective until she was naught but a reception bell on the stand. Claire gave the bell a little “ding,” and then looked for her own seating.

Everyone in the vicinity, even if they didn’t get a good look at her, found themselves uncontrollably aroused. Claire’s sexual pull was magnetic, pulling mens’ cocks and womens’ heartstrings in her direction. Her supernatural scent, a blend of musky flowers and crushed almond, wafted through the diner, mixing with the aroma of coffee and sugar. Service ground to a halt. The sounds of pans scraping in the kitchen ceased as all the cooks came out, compelled by some unknown force, their cocks acting as divining rods, leading them to the source of their torturous rapture.

The entire kitchen staff stood behind the bar counter, their organs all on the verge of volcanic eruption. Just as all the cooks were about soil themselves, Claire giggled, raised her hand, and pinched her thumb and forefinger together. The imminent release and relief of everyone in the room suddenly ground to a shrieking halt, like a car that had suddenly slammed its brakes. The sudden brick wall that everyone’s libido was now slamming into headfirst, the utter need to cross the finish line and orgasm permeated through the air. Desperate whines and grunting became the sole background noise of the diner.

Claire smiled at the cooks.

“If you ever want to orgasm again, go make me some food. And keep it coming!” she turned her left shoulder to them and gave a flirtatious one armed shrug.

They whimpered like tamed dogs, their hips gyrating as they tested the bonds that Claire had placed on them with just a simple gesture of her fingers. Their gyrating hips were no match for Claire’s simple command. They shuffled back into the kitchen, bow legged, still rubbing what wouldn’t stop aching.

Claire “sat” down in midair on one of the bar stools and sighed a little sigh of contentment. The waitress behind the bar poured her a cup of scalding hot coffee, whereupon Claire promptly ignored the mug and picked up the entire pot. And not by the handle, but by pressing her palm flat against the transparent glass, her fingers plastered over the scalding hot surface. With a flourish, she lifted the pot well above her head and then poured, the stream falling in midair into a single point that landed on her long, outstretched tongue.

She didn’t spill a single drop. With a smack of her lips and a “ahh” of satisfaction, she threw the pot back onto the burner and gestured to the waitress for more.

“H-how did you... do that?” a small voice came from her side.

“Huh. You can talk? Wait, you’re still conscious?” Claire looked at the man seated next to her whom she had completely ignored. He, like all the others, were just mortal, after all.

“I mean... yeah... that was so amazing. How you drank the coffee,” he whispered, embarrassed by how silly his statement was. Drinking coffee was amazing? Well, when she did it, it was.

“How interesting! Hey, how come you’re not looking at my body?” Claire questioned.

She turned her gaze on him. He was still looking down at the counter—with an upward point of her index finger, his body acted of its own accord, his neck craning upward so that his eyes were level with her stupendous omnipotent cleavage.

His eyes grew wide, not just from uncontrollable arousal and shock at Claire’s stunning decolletage, but also at the fact that he had no control over his body. The veins in his neck bulged as he tried to look away. Sweat beaded his forehead, but no matter what, he was physically unable to break his male gaze, even though mentally he was straining against it.

“Why... can’t... I...” he hissed through clenched teeth, his cock surging harder than he had ever known. It pointed straight toward Claire’s cleavage, threatening to burst from his body and ram itself headfirst into her welcoming cavern.

“You like my breasts? Tell me what you think of them,” Claire smirked.

“They’re... awesome...” he moaned even as he still tried to look away. “I’m trying to... look up at your eyes...” he cried.

“Answer,” Claire ordered. “Tell me what you think of my breasts for real.”

“Gah!” the man choked out. “I’ve never seen breasts that are both so large and so firm! They look like they would be heaven to fondle, and they wouldn’t even fit in the palm of my hand! I... I wish... I could shove my dick in between them. Your cleavage would swallow my whole length and it would disappear!”

Finally, his eyes closed. Giving voice to the stupendous power of Claire’s breasts was too much for him, and he spurted load after load into his pants.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to disrespect you!” he sobbed.

“How... interesting,” Claire regarded the man. She snapped her fingers, and he finally managed to look at her eyes, his face flushed and full of shame.

“I didn’t...”

“It’s okay. You had no choice. You’re just a weak little human, after all. But the fact that you could keep talking, and that you even tried not to look at my breasts... fascinating! Everyone always gets drawn to my breasts. Like moths to a flame. Until they’re burned into dust,” Claire spoke genuinely for the first time, without a hint of teasing undertone or sinister control. “Tell me, what’s your name?”

“My name is...” he began.

“WOFFLES!” Claire clapped when they placed three plates in front of her, all piled high with syrupy fruit and whipped cream. She looked at the man who had been about to answer. The waitress flew over toward Claire, who grabbed the woman’s wrists with both hands and detached them with a little pop. The waitress shrieked and as her detached hands turned into a fork and knife in Claire’s far more powerful hands, before she passed out from shock.

Claire ate her dishes with relish, licking her lips as she looked at the man she had decided to spend some time with. Showing off her perfect, gleaming teeth as she took another bite, she repeated, “Your name is Woffles.”

“I’m Woffles,” he repeated, and then was shocked by his own statement. “No, my name is Woffles. It’s... W-W-Wo...”

Claire smiled and smacked her pink lips at him.

“My name is Woffles,” he declared with no hesitation now.

“And I’m Claire. So, what were we talking about?”

“I was just wondering... how do you do the things that you’re doing?”

“What, like this?” Claire bobbed up and down in her midair seat.

Woffles nodded.

“Like this is hard or something?” she laughed. “How do you not do it?!”

Woffles gulped and stared at Claire. The way she so nonchalantly did such impossible things... suddenly, he realized that he had made a terrible mistake and was staring at her breasts again. He closed his eyes to try and shake off the image, but those luscious spheres of flesh seemed to appear unbidden in his mind’s eye, complete with Claire’s taunting laughter. As if her breasts knew that he was trying to resist, and had smashed open his floodgates with a little jiggle.

“Oh, you poor thing. You really are trying,” Claire cooed. “Here, let me help you.”

Claire’s arm elongated and reached through Woffles’s pants. She grabbed his throbbing cock, wrapping her fingers around his girth. Then, with a simple tug, Woffles’s member became limp as a noodle. He still felt and was tormented by intense arousal, but any urge or possibility of orgasming had left him.

Woffles gasped. “That’s... amazing! Things like that! You can make me orgasm and then make me... flaccid?” And then a horrible realization dawned on him. “Will I ever orgasm again?”

Claire smiled at her little toy. “Yes. No. Maybe. Depends if I remember later. Or care,” Claire smiled at him.

“W-what else can you do?”

“Whatever I want. I’m just visiting this obscure little universe for a while. I was thinking about using your sun as a sex toy.”

“The... sun!?” Woffles gasped.

“Oh my god you’re so cute!” Claire laughed. “Like, is that supposed to be difficult or something? I’ve swallowed black holes, I’ve crushed an entire universe under my pinkie toe by accident, and you’re worried about your little star?!” She broke into a full body chuckle.

Woffles could only stare in awe and admiration.

“But... I really do like playing with people’s bodies. Wanna see?” Claire smirked at Woffles.

He nodded.

“Let’s start with yours. This cock that you’re so apologetic about,” Claire cooed, “...I’ll make it so that you have nothing to apologize about,” she giggled.

“Huh!?” Woffles gasped as he felt a wet, forceful sucking on his Claire-commanded impotent dick. It began to spring back to life, inflating like a car tire as the feel of an invisible pair of thick, powerful lips gripped his shaft, traveling over his cockhead, over the ridge of his dome, then pressing with force while surging down to bottom out all the way at the base of his shaft.

“Mrrph mrr mrr,” Claire moaned as if her mouth were full.

Woffles looked up at her in ecstasy and confusion as his manhood continued still to enlarge and harden. It was stiffer than it’d ever been, and he continued to feel the sensation of it being tugged longer and harder, as if it were made of steel. He felt like his cock could split a tree in half! And when he saw her red lips forming an O shape and the hollow of one of her cheeks bulging outward and then sucking back in, he understood.

Seeing the shape of his phantom cock in Claire’s grow larger with every pistoned thrust, and feeling the force of a vacuum suck on his head when she was at its tip made him thrash in his seat. His hips bucked involuntarily every time she reached that tip, before groaning in agonizing pleasure as her “mouth” descended his entire length again. He was large enough to penetrate into her throat now, and somehow her throat could apply even more pressure than her lips. It felt as if he were in an industrial crusher, somehow resisting its obliterating pressure, transforming it into pure erotic joy.

“You’re... amazing...” Woffles moaned.

It’s so cute and pathetic that you think so! Claire’s voice rang brightly in his head, even as her mouth was stuffed full of his phantom cock. You have no idea how normal and commonplace it is for me to do things like this. In fact, I’m getting bored of this, so...

Claire’s phantom mouth reached back to his tip and relieved its sucking pressure. Woffles’s body was temporarily in his control again, even though he could feel the wet warmth of her tongue lathering his cockhead. He looked at her in disbelief and adoration, and that’s when Claire winked at him and closed her lips into a pucker.

And then she sucked.

Woffles screamed as he felt his semen being pulled out of him, like a speck of dust hurtling toward a black hole. Claire sucked his sexual juices right out of his body, consuming his arousal as if it were nothing more than licking a lollipop. His cock shook violently as more semen than he thought possible left his body, like an out of control firehose.

Finally, the orgasm abated. Claire smacked her lips and dabbed them with a napkin that seemed to materialize out of nowhere, and disappear in the same fashion. It looked like something a street magician could conjure, but Woffles knew that Claire was no street magician.

“That was fun. I don’t think you’ll be needing that anymore!” she chirped.

Her arm elongated and shot through his pants once more, just like when she had stroked away his ability to come. Her fingers grabbed it at the base, and like a garden weed, she plucked it right off his body. She held his cock, now gigantic and torrid, the most lifelike dildo he had ever seen, for him to examine.

Woffles looked at it wordlessly. Was that really his cock? It didn’t hurt down there. He could still feel the sensation of her perfect fingers manipulating it.

Then, without warning, Claire flung it toward the kitchen. It didn’t obey the laws of physics—instead, it traveled in zigzags, heading toward its final destination: a fryer.

Woffles grimaced as he felt the boiling oil frying his cock. The sensation hurt at first, and then there was nothing.

Claire looked at him with her doe eyes, curious how he would react.

“Thank you for giving me that pleasure,” Woffles groaned, accepting the fact that he was going to be a doll with no genitalia for the rest of his life. “It was an honor to experience that, and to see a demonstration of what you can do.”

“Oh my gawd!” Claire laughed with pure mirth and clapped her hands. “You’re so cute! Everyone else would have been like ‘oh no where’s my cock you’re a psycho bitch!’” Her voice perfectly imitated a male baritone, panicked with fear. “Oh Woffles, I’m keeping you.”

Claire snapped her fingers, and Woffles’s cock was back in her hands. It looked no worse for wear, glistening from lubrication, thick, veiny, and throbbing.

“And for now, I’ll put this somewhere safe.” Claire spread her legs and unceremoniously jammed her new toy all the way up her wet, omnipotent cunt.

Woffles screamed in ecstasy as an orgasm a million times more powerful than the last ran its course. Her grinding pussy crushed and sucked on his entire length, bombarding him with indescribable sensations. He blacked out.