As Lara slept blissfully, her body suspended six feet off the ground on a cushion that filled the room, a figure formed on the computer's monitor.
"Well, I think I've gotten enough mojo to materialize for a couple days," said a voice from the speaker. "Let's see..."
The monitor shone brightly for a moment, its screen shining like the sun before shorting out. In that instant, a form materialized in the room.
In many ways, the form resembled Lara, with the exception of its viciously lustful smirk, its far-too-long, forked tongue running along its lips, and its far more clothing-filling body. The proud owner of the form grinned, swung her child-bearing hips experimentally, and beamed a telepathic message into the sleeping lovers' minds. She could feel them rousing to consciousness as they heard her divine message.
" 'Sup, bitches," she said, "The name's Libby, and you guys just gave me enough cosmic oomph to break out into the world. So I guess I'm in charge now? Yeah, that sounds about right. I'm in charge now. I mean, actual, literal goddess of sex here, so, y'know, yeah. Me. In charge."
Lara and Dave stared at her in mute horror. Libby grinned more broadly, flicking out her obscenely huge tongue like the world's horniest snake.
"So yeah," said Libby. "I'm taking the brakes off this little ride, but hey, c'mon. You'll definitely be loving it. I'll even let you guys take a turn at the helm if y'all entertain me enough!"
"Wait, what's going on who--" said Dave.
"Shut up, babe," said Libby as her tongue darted towards his demolition-tier cock, relishing its twitching as she grazed the skin. "You're good manmeat, don't get me wrong, but you're under new management. Now, where to begin...?"