Chapter 14: Editing the World

Steve Davies

Angels crowded my bedroom.

They stared at me with worship in their eyes. Sandalphon had spoken true. He knew the true name of all one thousand angels in existence. With time paused, I had edited them one by one. It was tedious, but I could feel my power swelling with each one.

“Master,” Anael whimpered as she squeezed her pussy around my cock. My first angel, the one gifted me by the Most High, trembled on me. She looked around, this look of awe on her face. “This ... This...”

“I know,” I said, staring at the number of edits I had on my phone. 11,002.

11,002...

There were so many of them. Each angel gave me 12 more edits. Minus the 998 edits it had taken me to modify Sandalphon and the rest of the angels that I had just spent the last hours modifying. My wife, my daughter Becky, and her friend Tonya lay in my bed frozen. For them, no time had passed.

“This is incredible,” moaned Anael, her voice full of awe as she stared at the last angel I edited, named Iofiel, worked her way through the crowd and out of my bedroom on the assignment I’d given her. I shuddered, a rush of exhilaration flowing through me.

I had done it. I hadn’t let anything stand between me and power. With Sandalphon controlled, my phone had upgraded for the third time. He was the most powerful tier of angel. Editing him had given me the ability not to just edit a city, like I had gained when I upgraded my phone last time by claiming Anael, but countries.

With twelve charges, I could change a country.

“Damn,” I groaned, setting my phone on my chest. I stared up at Anael, her small breasts quivering. The watching angels, half male and half female, watched on as my naughty Anael worked her pussy up and down my cunt. “We’re going to change everything. Tonight.”

“Yes, Master!” she moaned, her hands planting on my chest. She leaned over me, her purple eyes shining. She undulated her hips, squirming them around my cock. “You’re amazing. Every angel ... I can’t believe you’re so bold.”

“Sandalphon’s mine,” I said. “No angel can kill me in punishment now. Nothing can stop me!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, slamming her pussy down my dick and then sliding up it, her tight, angelic cunt massaging me. Her small breasts quivered. “You’re amazing, Master.”

“This is ... bold, Master,” Jophiel said. My second angel straddled my daughter’s time-paused body. She was grinding her hot cunt on Becky’s hip. Jophiel’s large breasts swayed. She’d been turned into a horny creature by Anael.

“So bold!” gasped Anael.

My hands slid up her body. I loved the feel of her lithe form beneath my hands. I cupped her breasts. I squeezed and kneaded her tits. I loved the feel of her breast beneath my hands. My thumbs massaged her nipples, rubbing them, savoring them.

She slammed her cunt down my cock, her juicy pussy squeezing about my dick. Her silky twat massaged me, building that aching pressure at the tip of my cock. The pleasure roared through me. This hot bliss that would make me explode. I would fire my cum into her pussy in a mighty explosion of climatic rapture

I would flood her with all my jizz.

I needed the bliss after the tedium of editing all these angels. A sweet reward from my sexy angel. The others were watching in silence, quivering. It was amazing to feel. I had them all, from Metatron who was the angel who spoke directly to the Most High, to Rachiel, the Angel of Lesbianism. I had edited the lesser angels and the great ones.

These were the angels who had been watching my game. Who were fascinated by the things I had been doing on the earth. They no longer were by-standars. Now they were here, up close, a part of it. They still watched me enjoying myself, their eyes shining, but not from heaven.

“Oh, Master, yes!” Anael moaned. “You’ve utterly won this game! You’ve gone farther than any other editor!”

My fingers squeezed and kneaded her breasts. My hips thrust upward in triumph, burying my cock deep into her cunt as she slammed down my girth. She gasped as I bounced her up my dick. I thrust again and again, my hips plunging up from the bed.

She squeezed her cunt around my cock, massaging. Her head tossed back and forth, blonde hair dancing. Her fingernails scratched at my chest. Her hot pussy engulfed my dick’s length over and over. Her hips danced from side to side, stirring her cunt around me.

The pleasure built my ache at the tip of my cock. My balls swelled with my cum. I couldn’t last long. I squeezed her tits, massaging her. Her head swayed from side to side. That pleasure rushed through me. I was on the edge of exploding.

“Keep working that pussy,” I growled.

“Yes, Master!” Anael moaned.

“Make him cum,” Jophiel whimpered, her breasts shaking.

The other angels watched.

“Cum in me, Master!” she moaned. “I love it when I feel your cock spurting in me. It feels so amazing. It makes me quiver. I orgasm so hard when you do.”

I gasped and moaned, her hips dancing from side to side. The pleasure swelled to that explosive need. That moment of release. My angel’s pussy engulfed my dick, her purple eyes gleaming at me. She leaned over me and, as if she could sense it was now, wiggled her hips, stirring her entire cunt around my dick.

The massaging pleasure engulfing my entire cock, stimulating my hard dick, made me explode.

My jizz erupted from my dick. I groaned, my balls spasming as I unloaded all my cum into my first angel. Each blast fired cum into her. It slammed into my mind. The stars burst across my vision. It was amazing. I savored it.

“Anael!” I groaned as the pleasure melted my mind.

Her pussy convulsed. Her orgasm spasmed around my shaft as I flooded her cunt. She gasped and moaned, trembling on me. Her face hovered over mine as that amazing twat rippled around me. I groaned, my balls unloading my spunk.

I spilled out all my cum into her twat.

I shuddered, the heat melting out through my body. The pleasure burned hot through me. It was an incredible treat. A wild passion. My heart pounded in my chest. I groaned, squeezing and caressing her sides. It was hot and wild. A treat to enjoy.

“Anael, damn,” I groaned.

“Oh, Master,” she purred and then leaned down and kissed me. Her lips melted against my mouth. Her tongue danced with mine. It was incredible. My tongue danced with hers, loving the feel of her. She made me feel amazing.

Our tongues danced together. I slid my hands around her back, her skin like silk beneath my touch. I stroked her with my phone still clutched in my right hand. I shuddered as my pleasure died down. My body buzzed from that wonderful release.

I felt revitalized.

She broke our kiss and purred, “Master, you are incredible. I can’t believe you found Sandalphon’s real name.”

“I know,” I said. “It was pure luck.”

Anael smiled. She rubbed her nose against mine. “Mmm, a great man makes his own luck. Or edits it.”

I laughed. “Shame I didn’t think of doing that.” My hands squeezed her ass. “Now, I have more work to do.”

“Yep,” she said and slid off of me. Cum leaked down her thighs. “Any of you angels want to lick cum out of me?”

None of them offered. Most weren’t into sex. Only four it seemed, two male and two female, had any sexual desires, and I’d already given the other female angel of sexual pleasure a mission. I wondered how long it would take Anael to corrupt the others like she had Jophiel.

“Jophiel, how many countries are there in the world?” I asked.

“One hundred and ninety-six,” she answered. “It will take 2352 edits to modify them all.”

I glanced at that huge number I had. 11,002. I would never run out again. I was about to have control of the entire world. No more doing it slowly by cities. When time unpaused, everything would change.

Before I did that, I opened up my wife’s menu. My phone had upgraded again. I could re-edit every person currently locked. I had some ideas I wanted to implement. I wasn’t sure this idea would work, but I wanted to try.

Linda Davies

I had just finished telling my husband good luck when he shifted position, a sure sign that he’d just finished editing, and—

I gasped. The room was full of naked men and women crowding around our bed. I sat up, my tits heaving at the sight of them. They were all different and yet so similar. They were ... angelic in appearance. All beatific and perfect in their own way. Sandalphon stood at the foot of the bed, his sword planted on the floor. A few others had swords pointed down, too, held in submission and genuflection.

My husband stared at his phone while Jophiel worked her breasts up and down his cock. On the other side of the bed, Becky and Tonya lay sleeping, spooning together. They hadn’t woken up and ... No, they were paused.

“Steve, what’s going on?” I asked, overwhelmed.

“I edited you to not be frozen when I paused time,” I said. “And made your tits a little perkier.” I glanced down at my breasts. They looked ... the same. Large and lush and as firm as they had been all my life. I squeezed them, kneading and massaging them. I shuddered, realizing my husband had claimed not just Sandalphon, but dozens and dozens of angels to serve them.

One of the angels, bustier than most of the female ones, slipped onto the bed beside me. Her black hair spilled down her round face, her bright-blue eyes had a gleam to them. “I am Diniel, Angel of Motherhood and Protector of Children,” she purred. “I am your personal angel, to keep you company during paused time and serve you.”

Her cheeks blushed red at saying those last words.

“Serve me, huh?” I asked, glancing at my husband. “What are you up to, Steve?”

“I’m about to take over the world,” he said. “It’s going to take forever, so I figured you might as well have some way to pass the time.”

I turned to Diniel. “So, you’re going to be my little angel-slut, huh?”

The angel’s cheeks blushed brighter. “Anael has given me ... instructions on the things you might enjoy. I have, of course, witnessed you and your husband’s sexual antics since he became an editor. It had captured the entirety of the Most High’s council. I don’t have any experience personally.”

I rolled onto my back and glanced at Steve. He was working fast. He was on our daughter, Sam’s, menu. He hit change on her and then switched over to Becky. His fingers typed as he went to work. I snuggled up against him, watching him.

“So you’re going to take over the world tonight?” I purred, my pussy getting hotter as I watched him editing Becky to being immune to paused time. He was in her Spiritual Menu to do it, adding a special category that kept her from being affected by the time-pausing power.

It made me so wet.

“All one hundred and ninety-six countries in the world,” he said and hit COMPILE and confirmed the changes to Becky. She gasped and shifted, coming unfrozen.

“Afghanistan is the first alphabetically, Master,” Jophiel said.

I watched as he opened up Afghanistan’s menu.

Afghanistan Population Territories Physical Quality Spiritual Quality

I shuddered at what this meant, seeing that it looked like the city menu. He could do everything he had to Rainier on the level of an entire country. He’d start on a place racked by pain and suffering, torn apart by war. He could end it all. He could make a world of peace and happiness.

“Steve,” I moaned, “You have to make yourself more than just a political leader. You need to make yourself into something special. A spiritual leader. A ... a god.”

“Daddy?” Becky asked confused as she sat up from beside me.

“Diniel, lick my pussy,” I commanded, my cunt so wet for the possibility. We were going to have so much power. It worked. My little edit to my husband, my one cheat with the devilish app, had worked.

It made me so wet.

Diniel moved between my thighs, my angel obeying me. I shuddered as she pressed her face into my twat and licked. My eyes were on the screen as Jophiel talked my husband through the edits, remembering for him all the things he had to do to make Afghanistan a paradise.

Sam Davies

I shifted and groaned, feeling something digging into my stomach. I groaned and blinked, coming awake to feel an elbow in my stomach. A hard, unyielding elbow. Sleep fell away as I pushed on Marissa, trying to get her elbow out of my stomach and...

She felt like stone. Unyielding.

So did my friend Tammy on my other side, her rump rubbing stiffly into mine, her butt-cheeks not compressing. I bolted upright, looking around the room. All the concubines and I had dragged Marissa, my new step-mother, into our play area to have one wild, sapphic orgy. We had a wild time, licking her, sucking on her cunt, until we fell asleep. Marissa had JoBeth clinging to her while Courtney and Nikkole were cuddled up beyond.

“What the fuck?” I muttered.

Something moved in the darkness. A figure crossed the room. I rubbed my eyes as a woman I didn’t know appeared. She held out her hand and a sword appeared in a flash of flames. I gasped for a moment as she plunged it into the floor, orange light dancing around, illuminating her naked and athletic body. She had round breasts and eyes that looked fierier than her sword. Bright-red hair danced about her shoulders.

“Who are you?” I asked, swallowing.

“Seraphiel,” she purred and knelt by her sword. “The leader of the seraphim and your servant. I love you, Mistress Sam.”

“What?” I gasped. “You’re an angel and ... What is going on?”

“Your father sent me to keep you entertained, to love you, while he has time paused. He has decided that you and your family shall be able to share paused time with him in case he needs your advice and counsel when he is making his changes to the world or others.”

“Oh, okay,” I said. I looked around. “This is weird.” I stood up from my fellow lovers. “They’re all statues.”

“Time is paused for them. When it resumes, they will not realize anything has happened.”

I stared at the kneeling angel. She had this fierce and powerful look to her. This gleam in her eyes. I shuddered at her passion. Seraphim were fiery angels, or so I remembered. I shuddered and stepped over Marissa and JoBeth to reach Seraphiel kneeling beside her burning blade.

“So you’re here to please me?” I asked. “Entertain me?”

“Of course,” she said.

“And, you know, I’m a kinky girl,” I added as I knelt down before her and wiggled my rump at her. “I like wicked things done to me.” I stared at Marissa and JoBeth cuddling together before me.

“I am aware. I have witnessed your depravities from Heaven. The Council has enjoyed your antics and those of your family.”

“Right, right, we’ve been your reality TV.” I shook my head. “That’s messed up. We’re people. I can’t believe God gave my dad these powers to entertain you.”

“Eternity can get boring,” Seraphiel said. “Besides, your indignation isn’t heartfelt. I can tell how much you enjoy this.”

I giggled. “True. So, get to licking my pussy and asshole.” I shuddered. “Make sure you get my asshole. I have a special one that enjoys being played with.”

“Yes, your father’s perversion at work.”

“I know!” I said in delight. “Now get to work.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I gasped as the angel grabbed my ass. Her skin was hot. Like really hot, but she didn’t burn me. I groaned, realizing she was made of fire. Her hands kneaded me as I waited for her to start licking. I felt the heat of her approaching my cunt. That wonderful delight.

Then her tongue licked fire across my pussy.

I gasped at the burning touch caressing my cuntlips. It was this amazing heat. This wonderful, wicked delight that surged through me. I groaned as she thrust her tongue into my twat’s depths, swirling around.

“Ooh, you’re not bad,” I moaned, my hips wiggling from side to side.

“Anael gave me pointers,” she said. “She wanted to make sure I could please you.”

“She’s Daddy’s first angel, right?” I asked. “Never mind, don’t care. Just eat me. I want to cum on that fiery tongue.”

I shuddered as her tongue darted through my folds again. That fiery sweep slid up my fourteen-year-old twat to reach my taint. She kept going and going. It was such a treat. She reached my asshole. She darted around my naughty sphincter. I shuddered as her tongue danced over my backdoor, rimming me.

My asshole felt incredible bathed by her fiery heat. She soaked me with her saliva, this molten liquid. I loved how she was so hot and yet didn’t burn me. My pussy drank it in, my fingers clenching on the carpet. My small breasts quivered.

“Oh, my fucking god, yes!” I moaned, wiggling my hips. “Ooh, that’s nice. That’s great. Just lick me like that. It’s the best. You’re the best. Just amazing.”

“Mmm,” she purred. She pressed her tongue into my asshole and darted around inside of me. “What an interesting taste.”

“I love it,” I moaned.

“The taste of ass in general or me tasting yours.”

“Both!”

She let out a purring sound then nuzzled her mouth into my pussy again. Her tongue darted up and down my folds. She teased me with her hunger, flicking up across my taint to caress my asshole before returning to my twat. She gave me such a wicked and naughty treat. This amazing pleasure that would feel just so incredible when I came.

Her tongue thrust into my cunt. She licked and lapped around inside my sheath. This wonderful heat surged through my body. My hips wiggled back and forth. I ground on her, rubbing my pussy across her hungry mouth.

My small titties quivered. My head lowered, pressing my crown against the floor. I stared down my body as she licked from my cunt to my asshole and back again. She rimmed me and then wiggled her tongue into my asshole.

“Oh, yes, yes,” I gasped. “Ooh, wiggle that hot tongue into my asshole. That’s incredible.”

She plundered my asshole. Her tongue felt amazing. She made me shudder and groan. My head tossed from side to side. My butt-cheeks clenched about her face. I loved the way her tongue darted through my folds. She teased me. It felt incredible to enjoy. Her tongue wiggled around in my anal depths, stimulating my naughty bowels.

The pleasure built in my cunt. All that wonderful heat swelled in my pussy. My orgasm fed on it. Her fingers kneaded my rump as she thrust her tongue as deep into my asshole as she could reach. I loved it.

But she could do more.

“Your fingers!” I moaned.

“Mistress?” she asked.

“Use those fingers, too! I have a pussy needing to be loved! Eat my asshole and finger my twat!”

“As you will, Mistress.”

Her searing lips sealed over my asshole. The angel sucked hard. I gasped, savoring this wicked and wanton heat. The pleasure rippled through my body. I wiggled my hips back and forth as her digits moved. They traced down my butt-cheek and reached my pussy.

Living fire plunged into my cunt. Her fingers buried deep into my twat. My pussy walls drank in that wonderful heat. I gasped, my snatch squeezing down on them my bowels clutching at her tongue probing into my anal depths.

“Yes, yes, just like that!” I moaned. “Oh, my god, yes! Eat my asshole! Ooh, you dirty angel-slut! Yes, yes, you’re going to be my naughty, nasty angel-slut!”

Her tongue darted through my pussy lips, teasing me, loving me. Her probing digits and naughty tongue were so amazing to feel. To experience. My orgasm swelled so fast as her fingers plundered my cunt’s depths. Her sizzling tongue swirled through my asshole.