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While all my efforts are currently directed towards completing Legend, a while ago i wrote the first two chapters of a story that shows some of Killer's youth. This is a prequel to Legend, that i hope to eventually continue in the future, after the main story is complete. I hope you will find this interesting and enjoyable. As always, feel encouraged to drop comments and share your thoughts.

*Years before the events of Legend, a younger prince Killer is sent in the South to study at a Military Boarding School in Ire. The idea of Killer's father, king Seth Huxley of Kesteven, is to improve mutual understanding and put an end to years of "cold war" between Northlands and "prey species" of the South. *

*Chapter 1 - In the South *

The young, strapping stallion smirked in satisfaction as he gazed at the desert garden in front of the school's main entrance. The lawn was perfectly groomed, as always, and the flag of Ire flapped lazily in the breeze near another flag with the Irenic army's coat of arms, but there was not a single soul in sight. A few cars parked along the street, but less than usual. All non essential personnel had been sent home early. "Nobody will show up. My father told the principal to cancel all plans for a ceremony, and nobody knows he is coming." The stud said, smiling as he leaned back against a lamp post, hands in the pockets of his ripped jeans, which were stretched out over his bulky musculature and which had cost him more money than most other students could afford to spend in a whole month. The cuts and tears were all for fashion and had all been paid for with a hefty amount of money. That wasn't a problem for him: he was prepared to pay for showing off some of his musculature while displaying what kind of branded clothing he could afford. The short sleeves of his expensive green t-shirt, decorated with the coat of arms of the Irenic army, were also not at all casually stretched by his massive biceps. Desert stallion purebred, Alexander Lee Mason had the habit of always dressing to impress and to underline the perfection of his physique, even when going for a casual attire. First son of Gustave Lee Mason, chief of the Irenic general staff, Alexander was used to yield power over others: his father's position entailed huge influence, especially since Gustave's father had been in the same position before, and numerous ancestors had also reached top positions within the military. Their bloodline was one of ancient military traditions and of enormous wealth and their name could open almost any door. He wasn't merely rich, but also strong and physically intimidating: he had been raised to take his father's place one day and from very early age he had been put through multiple sports to prepare him for the rigors of military life. He had ended up enjoying sports, rugby and basketball in particular, and physical training in general, starting bodybuilding early on. Alexander was remarkably handsome as well, with his white-grey hide, his amber eyes and his darker mane kept trimmed short in military style giving him a figure that made heads turn whenever he went. He was an Adonis, a jock with an enviable reputation with ladies and with the most promising and desired female student of the whole military academy as girlfriend. Liara was a mare one year younger than him, a sports type of girl, cheerleader for fun and basketballer for choice. Not overly bulky, but strong and toned and with a fair amount of muscle about her, she looked stunning in any kind of clothing but favored simple sport attires, shirts and jeans.

With her at his side, and being the star of both the football and basketball team of the academy, Alex was effectively in charge of the place: all other students looked up at him in a way or another and even teachers effectively took "suggestions" from him, either because of the weight of wealth and power behind his name or, in some cases, out of real admiration for him. It was an open secret that some of the female personnel of the school were eager to trade favors in exchange for some of his time and vigor.

"Fuckin' barbarian better get the memo right away. There's no place for him here." Added another jock of the group. Alexander had, as always happens, surrounded himself with a mix of real friends and other boys who were just content to follow to bask in his radiated light. There were benefits from being on his good side that were worth some humiliations and the constant obedience.

"We'll make sure he quits and runs all the way back to his mud-and-shit hut in the whoever-the-hell he is from." Another of the boys said. Not the brightest in the bunch, but the bear was an impressive player on the football field and could smash through most defensive lines, so Alexander gladly kept him around.

"Where is he from, anyway...? What are the borders like, this week? Some other cesspit kingdom has vanished?" Another of the boys asked, smirking in appreciation of his own words. The geography of the land of the tigers changed very frequently as kingdoms got invaded, annexed, and fused into greater reigns, with kings generally living an intense but short life before a prince or some other rival managed to best them and take away the throne.

"Kesteven. It is one of very few kingdoms which have been around in forever. Same bloodline on the throne for centuries in a row." Alexander idly replied, before looking up as he spotted Desiree walking up to the gym. It was impossible not to stare at the rebellious, tattooed sharkess, given her stunning physique and the way she liked to dress, with either skin-tight pants or jeans that were widely ripped to display her strong legs. Desiree was wanted by many but enjoyed by very few since she was a sexual predator and a declared size queen. She was perennially in search of bigger, badder males to enjoy and she was exceptionally strong and tough with the boys. Alex had been with her a few times, and although he would never admit it, she had been in charge every time. She had almost raped him, drained him and walked away. She didn't really like him and had made it plenty clear; but since he was by far the biggest stud in the school, she'd come and grab him when her hunger struck. Alex wished it would happen more often. Desiree was the one girl he could not control and that made him lust for her all the harder.

"I heard he is just 14", another boy in the group noted, and Alex turned around to give a disdainful nod.

"The hell is a kid doing in our class?" The bear grumbled, and the other male shrugged and explained: "They say age is not quite the same up in the north. The tigers grow up faster and mature earlier. He is said to be a giant, even among the other brutes in the north."

"I heard he is a war hero already..." The smaller jock in the group cautioned, looking nervous. "I've seen some of his file. He's considered a sort of divinity in his country. And fuck, it looks legit! Scary as fuck, if the height in the paper is anywhere near right he is a fucking goliath. It's just... it makes no sense. Nobody can be that big! And what the fuck would a little boy do on a battlefield?"

"At 14? Piss himself in fear, I wager. It's either complete propaganda bullshit... or the brutes think a drunken brawl is a war, that's all. Maybe it's the second. Bet they drink a lot up north. The hell would you do in the snow, up the mountains where we have forced them to hide...?" Alex countered, shrugging. "Anyway, he is alone and far from home. We'll make sure he gets homesick very quickly." He paused, looking again towards the gym, but Desiree was gone. On the other hand, one of the most "loved" teachers of the whole college, a married dragoness with a spectacular body, was waiting with evident irritation near the main entrance. Their northerner guest was due to arrive shortly and the moment clearly couldn't arrive soon enough for her. She should have been home hours earlier, and clearly was less than thrilled with that extra task that had been dumped on her.

"I wonder if he'll even show up. If he wasn't a complete idiot, he wouldn't. But he is a northerner, so I guess you can't ask for much brain." Alex joked, before his eyes wandered back towards the professor standing by the monumental entrance to the ancient military school. Standing tall on her high heels, with her dress pulled tight around her beautiful curves and huge breasts swelling out of her cleavage, she was a very distracting sight. She clearly liked to be eyed with craving, because she did little to discourage her best students from it, but she had zero time for boys who didn't live up to her demanding standards, and with just a few moves or words she could put overeager boys into very embarrassing predicaments. She had teased him more than a few times, and Alex knew first hand the kind of shivers she could send down a spine without the need for any kind of touch. She was sensual and beautiful and liked to taunt... and she seemed flat out cruel at times, because she worked up their hopes and enticed their gazes, only to leave them drooling, so close and yet so far from getting her favors.

Across the street from him, professor Terra tapped her foot impatiently, sulking, her dress swaying around her body, her chemise wrapped tight to keep out the chill in the air. The dressing code of the military boarding school was permissive enough: they had to wear the armed forces colors, but they weren't required to wear a proper uniform, unlike at the actual academy. That allowed her to play around plenty with her dresses. She was married, and rather happily to boot, but that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate the young and vigorous meat that filled up her class. She liked spending time between those young aspirant war heroes who spent much of their time building up muscle and strengthening their bodies. Few of the boys could have been described as ugly. Most of them were rather pleasant to the eye and it was exciting to see them growing up... some developed exceptionally well. But the students had left the classrooms and even the gym and sports fields already hours earlier and she just wanted to leave and go home. A new transfer student was arriving, however: someone important enough to warrant a personal welcome. Naturally, though, the principal had made clear that she had better things to do than welcome a barbarian, and that no welcome ceremony would ever take place under her watch. Ire had no princes, and she was unfazed by the rank of the barbarian she had been ordered to accept into her precious kingdom of a school. The dean of admissions had vanished too, of course: that whiny little boy had assigned her the duty of bringing the stranger in after she'd turned him down for 'drinks,' claiming she was supposed to meet with her husband later in the evening. So he'd thrown a hissy fit and told her that she couldn't leave until she welcomed the new boy, and then he had left in a huff. He was just lucky she liked her job, and all the pretty young things ogling her all day.

So here she was, standing there, waiting. She had glanced at the file and decided it was trash. Everyone knew the north was warlike and the men were big dumb brutes. And he was just supposed to be a young boy... fourteen, the file had said? How big could he possibly be? Who the hell thought it a good idea to put him alongside 18-year old cadets that would soon progress into officer academy? How was he even getting there, anyway? It was a long travel from the North. Well, maybe he'd show up with a handsome father. Brutes could perhaps have at least something good about them, could they not? Perhaps she'd get some big strong man she could wiggle some of the family jewels out of. At least she was dressed for the occasion, but was her hubby ever going to be pissed when she showed up late to dinner. He was going to complain all night about it... His jealousy was flattering at times, but boring like hell in others.

She glanced around with a little sigh, wishing she had a cigarette. Her eyes locked on the little cluster of students who were clearly waiting to watch for the new transfer... Alex, she thought. He was handsome, rich, and the king of the school. He probably already had all sorts of plans for the new boy. She was half tempted to walk over and see if she could slip a few answers out of him, about his wicked plans and about the newcomer in general. He probably had gotten a better brief than she had, since his father was the Big Man of the Army in person. Alex was an arrogant, young stud: a few teases and he'd probably spill everything. Not that he wasn't quite a catch; he put plenty of grown men to shame. But he wasn't quite a man _yet. A woman's touch could still make him a little... _stupid.

Terra hesitated, then she huffed a bit and reached up to idly adjust her little glasses, before turning to the side as she heard something. A motor. It sounded terribly loud: was it some big transport, or... or what? It had to be something huge.

Alex frowned as well as they heard the huge engine roaring in the distance and rapidly getting closer. The noise was incredible, unlike anything else he had ever heard. It had to be enormous... and then he saw cars steering out of the way at the junction ahead, and people on both sides of the street stared in disbelief as a huge black motorbike roared its way past, vehicles steering clear off the path of the oversized, powerful vehicle and, even more so, out of the path of the muscular behemoth riding it.

The roaring vehicle came rolling in, but it was the largest motorcycle carrying the largest man Terra had ever seen. She visibly gaped at the sight of that huge tiger before her eyes widened in disbelief: she couldn't believe this was the student. The huge male, with a stunning ivory, black-striped coat, looked plenty threatening: his body was spectacular, bulging with huge, hard muscle, chiseled with glorious perfection. He had a lion mane, and that unique trait denoted he was actually an halfbreed, a liger. That confirmed what she had read in the files, but... that couldn't possibly be him, could it...? Moreover, the mane was still relatively short, still growing up, which confirmed he was still very young... but gods, did he ever look powerful. The rebellious, rough mane standing up on top of his head and down his neck added to his impressive look, making him look even bigger and even more potent. It all added to his aura of virility and power, and no one could avoid staring at him. He was clearly something way above the ordinary... and the gaping mouths widened even further when the giant stopped his ride in front of the college, slowly straightening up in all his masculine immensity. Judging from how he loomed over every object around him, he had to be twenty feet tall, and likely more, and his whole form bulged with powerful, chiseled muscles. He was a true giant, dwarfing everyone on the street as he dismounted from the enormous bike, which itself towered over the parked cars nearby... And many gulped nervously as they were treated to the glorious display of an enormous bulge snaking its way down one thigh of the liger's white pants. It was humongous and unmistakable in its nature, as the giant took a moment to lazily flex, arching his back slightly, muscles bulging with fearsome power before he looked down at the ceremonial uniform tightly wrapped on his muscular, titanic frame. A red jacket with golden buttons and an azure sash, his many medals on the chest, golden braids of rank on the shoulders and the regimental insignia visible on the tall, stiff neck of the jacket, with white pants that were visibly modeled over his massive muscles and over a colossal, virile bulge snaking down one thigh, simply too massive to hide. Tall combat boots reached up almost to his knees, and Terra gulped as she incredulously realized that he just couldn't possibly wear boots reaching higher up because his godlike bulge ended just above the neck of the boot. It was a remarkably obscene sight, but in a glorious way that made her swallow thickly.

No, no, this had to be his escort, or bodyguard, or some soldier assigned to him... but as that humongous behemoth stood for a moment, surveying the world around him, she realized that his face was the same as the handsome one she had admired in the photo on his ID. She blushed at the sight of him, drawing her eyes over him with awe: heavens, if this was a boy, what did a man look like up north...?

But he didn't seem like a boy, oh no. He towered. He was massive, his uniform tight against a body that was godlike, in every way, shape and form, and as he slowly gazed around a world that was tiny in comparison to his glorious muscles, he looked like a conqueror. No, a god. A god visiting the world of the puny mortals, just to remind them of his glory. Her eyes drew down his masculine, hypervirile form and stared with awe at that humongous bulge in his pants... no, that fat snake going down one leg, that had to be some ridiculous stuffing, didn't it? But with the way it moved with him, and the way it bulged out, the shape of it... it made her thighs grind together at just the sight of it, at just the _thought _of it.

The colossus studied the school for a moment, then the two battle tanks parked as gate guardians on the perfect lawn, and he made a bit of a grimace at the complete lack of any kind of welcome, not even a formal one, not even one that recognized his status of prince of a foreign country. He had expected a cold reception, considering how the Kingdoms of the North were seen as barbaric lands of oppression by the "civilized" people of the southern part of the world, but the start was surprisingly hostile, even with all that well clear in his mind. As low as his expectations were, he had still been clearly overoptimistic.

Not that he didn't understand the historical reasons for that hostility. The Northlands and the south of the world were in a perennial state of cold war. They had been like that for centuries. Before that, the tiger lords of the North had repeatedly raided, looted, devastated and enslaved the "prey species" living in the south, so the hostility of the southerners towards the tigers was far from unjustified. The tiger's monstrous physical strength, their rapid growth and physical maturation made them a deadly threat to the survival of the other species, which had thus used technology to counter muscles. Eventually, the tide had partially turned: heavy artillery and armoured vehicles had given the south the ability to beat back any raiding horde of tigers... and in several occasions the southerners had actually returned the favor and driven deep into the Northlands, trying to crush the "barbarians" once and for all. They had never succeeded, but their attempts caused enough damage to bring forth a lasting, uneasy peace. The last century had seen the tigers fighting mostly against each other, and defending themselves from the attacks coming from the south.

The southerners hated and despised everything about the tigers. Their hostility was so deeply rooted that even after so many years of peace and reforms, their opinion of the northerners was simple: brutes the lot of them. The millenary culture of the Northlands, founded upon honor and strength, was anathema in the eyes of the southerners, who had for the most part abolished kings and adopted "democratic governments" and "equal rights for all". In the Northlands, physical power, prowess in fighting and sheer virility determined the value of a male: the strong ruled, the weak obeyed. In the Northlands, tournaments were frequent and held in high regard, but the true measure of the power of a young king was always given by the vastness of his kingdom and the success of his campaigns of conquest. Whenever a new king ascended to the throne, neighbors could expect to be challenged as the new lord sought to secure more land to rule and, more importantly, more females to claim as his own. It was the reason why the rest of the world had such a hostile view of the kingdoms of the North, but among the tigers it was a fact of life, as natural as breathing. Normally, the kings dueled between themselves so the conquest did not imply a majorly destructive war, with all its widespread devastation. The kings dueled. Only one would come out on top. Most of the time, problems were solved that way... and anyone eager to have a go at leadership could step forwards and issue his own challenge. Admittedly, bloody wars of invasion had happened repeatedly during the long history of the Northlands, but those kings who invaded another country by forming up a big army were frowned upon. Depending on an army was a clear sign of cowardice. The kings guilty of doing it were taunted and derided, obviously, and If they were defeated, they were shown no mercy. But if they won and then managed to keep their army strong and loyal they had a chance to rule all the same. Of course, that kind of king usually enjoyed a very short reign before being finally defeated, frequently by their own generals who, by virtue of greater personal strength, forced them into duels while the rest of the army sat it out. Several ancient bloodlines had ended in that way, replaced by new royal families sired by victorious generals.

There were always plenty of citizens willing to form up an army around their kings, since being a warrior meant being rich, respected and quite simply above the other members of society. As barbarian and primitive as it sounded, it was a social organization that had always worked well for the tigers. In the centuries, it had strengthened their genetics and made them stronger and stronger because, in the long run, the power always ended in the hands of those strong and mature enough to secure it. The "civilized" countries always liked to remember that a nation should be led by people with a clear strategy for the well being of the people. Brains and not muscles, was their reasoning. But Killer, like most other northerners, was convinced that a good warrior very rarely lacks brains. The greatest kings in the history of the Northlands had been powerful conquerors but also, with almost no exception, builders and protectors and incorruptible guardians of justice. The southerners saw that as nothing but tyranny, but the reality was different: those who had actually dared moving up north had been surprised by how orderly and fair life could be in the tiger kingdoms. Strong kings knew how to keep the order and, for all their defects, they tended to take their role of patriarchs very seriously. In order to keep their thrones, the kings of the Northlands had to constantly improve themselves. There was no alternative. How many politicians in the rest of the world needed to become corrupt; to secure money from all sorts of sources; to make compromises; to buy the support of this or that group of rich people...? How much injustice and crime did that process generate? In the north, money could not secure a position of power. Only true power mattered. It eased things a lot. It kept the leaders far more honest.

Technology had changed the rules somewhat, as now an army with better weapons could overturn the balance of power and make the old laws ineffective, but the concept of honor was still so ingrained in the minds of the tigers that kings trying to expand their reigns by virtue of rifles and tanks often struggled to win any favor among their people, leading to tanks without crews and rifles without soldiers.

War was a constant in the culture of the tigers, but the rules of honor had ensured that, over the centuries, far fewer tigers had died in war than people of all sorts of species in the wars fought elsewhere in the world. It was the happy paradox of the Northlands... something that Southerners flatly refused to acknowledge, standing by their prejudices.

Young as he was, Killer had already experienced the hate of the southerners in its most vicious expression. He had fought and won many vicious battles against the soldiers and war machines of the "New World Order Army", a trans-national terroristic organization that was actually a powerful armada, with vast resources, funded and manned by the main nations of the south. The NWOA pretense of being a terrorist organization had the only purpose of allowing the great powers of the south to pretend that they had nothing to do with its atrocities. In reality, the NWOA was a great invasion force which the countries of the South constantly resourced in the hope that it would eventually crush the tiger kingdoms out of existence.

The military man in Killer focused for a moment on the two massive and heavily armoured tanks, and he studied them with a little smirk, unimpressed. He had seen the New World Order Army use vehicles which were, essentially, exactly the same but dressed up to look different, just so the great and glorious government of Ire could pretend to have nothing to do with them. Firearms, tanks and heavy artillery had changed the world order of the ancient times and turned the tigers almost into preys, mostly because the kingdoms of the North had been exceptionally slow in accepting that waging war with something other than bare hands and swords and spears could still be honorable... or at least necessary. But things were changing quickly. Kesteven now had its own tanks... beasts of war which could probably crush Ire's own vehicles under their tracks. And personally, Killer appreciated the tanks' looks and the technology they represented, but was not overly impressed by them. He knew he could lift a tank above his head without even breaking a sweat. He had already done it. Multiple times. He could throw them like baseballs, and when they finally came down they normally crumpled into very unimpressive piles of scrap metal. Their cannons were dangerous, sure, but their armour wasn't quite enough to protect the crews from his fists.

Killer's well trained eyes didn't miss the group of jocks spying him from the other side of the road, and he instinctively knew they were up to no good. But they certainly weren't a threat to his well being. Even joining their forces, they were still about as threatening as gnats. That didn't mean they couldn't or wouldn't try to make things unpleasant for him, quite the opposite... but he would deal with their attempts as they came. He had been asked to build peace, and walking up to them unprovoked to scare them away did not seem a good starting option.

Unfazed by their presence, Killer ignored the group of jocks and walked past the gate guardian tanks, studying them with curiosity as he passed, knowing that all of their eyes were glued to his massive form. If they had a little bit of brain about them, they were doing to drop their dumb plans and never even fantasize about them ever again... but something told Killer that no, they were not quite so smart.

Alex swallowed thickly, staring at that great beast standing there, a behemoth. A towering monster, twenty feet high, or even more, making him puny in comparison. Puny and helpless, unable to do a thing. Those muscles were incredible, those biceps bulging so enormously that he felt like he could have easily curled up inside one. And that was when the goliath was relaxed and standing at ease.

He swallowed thickly, again, as the other jocks around him froze in place and cursed quietly under their breaths, then he trembled as he sensed_the great beast from across the street, almost able to feel the ground vibrate when that beast walked. He had expected an easy and entertaining game of bullying the northerner into a hasty retreat back home, but now he felt very different emotions. He could swear he was smelling the newcomer already. He felt like his nostrils were filling up with the stench of a monster that was a superior male to him in every way. As the goliath walked towards the entrance, he could almost felt the heat of those goliath, godlike balls ponderously stretching those white pants, making his body sweat with fear. He instinctively moved a small step backwards, almost trying to get out of the light, trying to make himself invisible. How could he hurt that titan? Even if they all joined forces and ambushed him, there was the very real risk that the brute would just hammer them into the ground like nails. Hell, those fists were _massive, and the power in those arms was something he could only try to imagine. Each of those fists was much larger than his whole head. The northerner could have crushed his skull in one hand with the ease of popping a rotten tomato.

Killer smirked a little to himself, wondering what the jocks behind him were thinking in that very moment... but then his interest in them vanished entirely as he saw that he was not entirely alone: a stunning dragoness figure clad in tight clothes that accentuated her curves was waiting for him near the door. Killer smiled at the beautiful female, sizing her up and finding her not lacking in beauty and allure. Her abdomen was flat, her legs long and strong, her breasts huge and firm enough to strain at her clothes. She was clearly much older than him but she was the perfect definition of MILF, and Killer already had enough experience to know for sure, with just one gaze, that she was a feisty one, with more than healthy hungers. He grinned a bit as he caught her staring at his massive body, even the rich uniform unable to hide his colossal muscles and the immense bulge in his pants.

Terra bit her lip, then forced herself to take a breath of the cold night air and steady herself, crossing her arms, squeezing the envelope with all his papers in it too tight in one hand, hoping that she was doing a good enough job of hiding her perked nipples and counting on the cool breeze to keep down her flush as she called in as stern a voice as she could: "Excuse me, uh... Killer Huxley?" She licked her lips, daring herself to look up into his handsome eyes, hesitating for a moment before she continued in as steady a voice as she could, because well, what if he was just a big dumb brute for all his handsomeness, and of course Alex was there and she didn't have to be a professor to put two and two together and understand he had something to do with this boy's... this _man's _welcome being cancelled. "Please come this way. I'm supposed to... uh..."

What was she supposed to do? Her mind went blank as she gazed up at this godlike sovereign, this handsome twenty feet of colossal _man. _He had to duck in order to fit under the canopy at the entrance, and he crouched down again when he finally stood before her, towering like a mountain over her much smaller frame. She was not a small girl at all: she was 8 feet tall, and more with her heels. As dragoness, she towered over her colleagues, even over the males that constantly tried to seduce her, but in front of that titan, she felt minuscule. Weak and vulnerable.

Terra stared up at that... that _god. _There was no other word for him: he towered over her, majestic, incredible. Oh, she could even smell him, his musk permeating the air, making her feel wild and lightheaded, and he radiated such a sense of power. Heat didn't begin to describe it. It was her own body that was hot, filling up her buxom bosom, making her thighs sizzle, her loins just _ache _for him.

She controlled herself, however, at least as much as she could. She licked her lips and flexed her strong legs as she threw her head back almost haughtily, flicking her long, raven hair back over one shoulder as she looked up at him as fearlessly as she could manage to appear. She was the teacher and she was in control, after all, he was still a student and he was going to have to -

"Killer Huxley, from Kesteven. That's correct." He politely replied, and he smirked a bit as he caught sight of her tongue rapidly rolling over her lips.

Oh, his voice was so deep, so big balled, and it made her whole body shake! Her breath caught in her throat and she felt on the verge of swooning as his masculine tone caused her ribcage to vibrate.

Killer did his best to try and ignore the hint of racism already surfacing in how she had talked to him like he was retarded. He tried to sound as civil and kind as possible, in the hope that she'd understand that he was perfectly able to understand her and speak her language too, with remarkable prowess. It was one of many things he had been taught by his father's entourage when he was just a kid. He tilted his head slightly to the side and repressed the temptation to huff in her face. He looked down at her, trying to decide if she was part of the problem or not... and deciding that she had probably supported the idea of humiliating the newcomer, at least until it had become clear that she would have been a victim of the little game. Now that she stood there, frozen stiff in his shadow, her ideas about him and how to treat him had radically changed.

He sighed inwardly. It was clear that his patience was going to be tested thoroughly. Considering what he had achieved and who he was back home, almost a living divinity; to be treated like a retarded child was more than a little insulting. The staff of the military boarding school had flatly refused to accept the explanations about the different maturity cycle of tigers and had paid no attention to Killer's file. They had fixated on his age, and insisted on treating him like one of their teenagers. The only concession that Kesteven's diplomats had secured was that Killer would join an advanced class, for 18 years old cadets. It was still deliberately insulting for someone who had already led entire armies into battle and to victory, but king Seth had insisted, and Killer had finally accepted to try.

Now, just a few minutes into that new and remarkably absurd experience, he was realizing that the full extent of the insults and abuses against him was all yet to be discovered. The lack of any kind of welcome party was a deliberate act of rudeness meant to belittle not just him but the kingdom he represented... and it was only the beginning.

When he guessed the fear and embarrassment in her expression as she heard him talk so perfectly, he experienced a curious mix of amusement and irritation. He tried to ease things up a bit, interrupting the awkward silence by adding: "Mine is a rare name, but one that brings honor, where I come from. It was given to me because even at birth I was... imposing."

He figured he had to at least try, since his mission was ultimately a diplomatic one; an attempt wanted by his father, Seth Huxley, king of Kesteven, member of a glorious and long-reigning dynasty and most powerful man in all of the Northlands, to improve relations with the south.

The last three decades or so of Seth's long reign had been dedicated to peace, consolidation and social progress within the borders of Kesteven, giving the king his current fame of man of wisdom, knowledge and diplomacy. It hadn't always been like that, however: Seth had been a warrior and a conqueror of exceptional fame and strength. Before settling fully into the complex job of nation-builder and guardian of order, Seth had been the apex predator, the best warrior of the Northlands, the conqueror that had other kings trembling in fear as he toppled throne after throne after throne. His spectacular strength had terminated several ancient bloodlines and greatly expanded the borders of Kesteven.

His strength had gained him fearful respect, but genuine political clout across the whole of the Northlands had been secured by the immortal glory with which he had covered himself in numerous key battles against the "New World Order Army". Even more notably, Seth had formed and led to victory an alliance of kings in a major, long and bloody war against a group of southerner states that had launched a literal crusade against the tiger kingdoms of the North.

Seth had always been a wise man, and it was during that terrible war that he realized that the relationship between tigers and "prey" had to change and normalize. On one side, he had worked tirelessly to prepare his kingdom and his army for possible new assaults from the south, introducing modern technology and firearms that the tigers had, for centuries, almost entirely refused as they did not fit their ideals of honor and of personal, physical supremacy on the battlefield. On the other side, he had simultaneously worked for peace within the borders of Kesteven, enacting laws that for the very first time gave full citizen rights to the "lesser species". Working with his greatest ally, the king of the neighboring kingdom of Glacial, he had tried hard to give a new social organization to the whole of the Northlands, encouraging modernization and moderation, even though it had predictably led to a number of conflicts against other noble bloodlines which had no intention at all of renouncing to the benefits that came from slave labor and complete domination over entire races. Seth had needed all of his guile as well as all of his strength to rally the whole of Kesteven behind him, and then to win other allies abroad. At first, many tigers within his own army had bitterly opposed his plans, as was to be expected, but he had persevered. Within a few years, the new society was a reality in Kesteven and the prey species within the kingdom had become precious allies, leading to the establishment of the first few army units open to non-tigers, and to a generally stronger, more closely-knit country. It wasn't a quick and easy affair, and several kingdoms continued to intermittently move war against Kesteven for many years.

Killer had experienced his own baptism of fire during a surprise attack launched by a coalition of other tiger kingdoms. He was only 7 years old at the time, although that, in the land of tigers, was not entirely extraordinary: the physical and mental maturation of their race was much faster, as everything about them was built for war... including their growth, which had to be rapid to replace losses on the battlefield. It was the same ancestral reason for the esteem in which virility was held within the Northlands: a king who couldn't breed female after female with great numbers of new tigers was a king which would not last.

What was extraordinary was that at the age of seven Killer already towered over adult males and dwarfed their strength with his own terrible might.

When the surprise attack caught him and a group of other recruits and instructors camped on the arctic ice after days of training exercises, his godlike strength turned the tide and doomed the much greater invasion force. He had routed their army, pursued it to their boats and massacred most of it on the beach before capturing some of the boats and using them to get to their assault ship. The victory had been complete, and the great assault vessel had been captured mostly intact. Killer had turned the battle around almost singlehandedly, and when the news spread, the awe it inspired knocked the whole of the Northlands into stunned contemplation. Tigers were a race that literally had war in the DNA and that developed extremely quickly, but leading an army from the front at 7 years of age, towering above adult, expert warriors and besting them in strength, courage and wits remained an unprecedented feat. Destroying an army and making mincemeat of the crew of a major warship almost alone, well... that went beyond heroic. It bordered into the divine.

Upon his return from Syrane, theatre of that stunning victory, Killer had added even more to his fame by experiencing sex for the first time. The two handmaidens tasked with service in his apartments had thought they could please their victorious prince with their mouths and enjoy the wonders of a body that already put adult champions to shame... but Killer had not been content with just their mouths and had taken them wholly, utterly and repeatedly. At the end of the night they had barely managed to crawl out of his apartments... and they had soon discovered that they were both pregnant, with four and three cubs respectively. That would have been impressive... but the event was actually nothing short of astonishing because both maidens had been carefully picked because of their known sterility. Killer's prodigious virility had somehow accomplished a literal miracle, and many more he accomplished in the following months. Every single female he bedded became heavily pregnant. No exception. No salvation, either: no amount of pills could do anything about it.

It had been a glorious beginning for the prince. Syrane had been only the first of a glorious sequence of victories that had driven the nearby kingdoms into submission and obedience; and beaten the NWOA army back into Ire, the greatest southern power and the main secret sponsor of the "terrorists".

Now, 7 years later, as war hero, father of an infinity of children and, according to many, demigod if not full-out divinity, he was sent south of the border, into that very same Ire, immense, wealthy and arrogant superpower that he had repeatedly punished on the battlefield by beating its NWOA puppet. The king wanted him to show that the Northlands were not a land of barbarians and that normal relations were not only possible, but desirable in the interest of everyone. But since tigers were very practical people, he was also tasked with learning as much as possible about the southern ways of war, from their tactics to their technology.

His father, knowing him and his hungers, had prayed him to respect the southern females, especially the married ones, but Killer was insatiable and he certainly was very interested in this beautiful teacher standing before him. It didn't matter that he had dozens upon dozens of concubines back home and an astonishing number of sons and daughters; he was always interested in quality fresh meat. Besides, diplomacy required talking, did it not...? If it brought forth other things, well... he was going to deal with them as they came.

He felt a sly smile spreading on his muzzle as he considered her position: his massive muscular thigh was bigger than her, it seemed, bulging with barely restrained muscle and pure strength, making her swallow visibly, and he felt a bit of sympathy for her. She had clearly bitten off more than she could chew, and now half-regretted it... and half rejoiced for it, because it gave her the chance to be the first to see him. He decided to try and put her a little bit more at ease, so he ducked a bit lower and held out his huge hand, smiling into her eyes. "A pleasure to meet you, miss...?"

When he held out his hand, Terra couldn't help but tremble a bit as she reached up with her own. She felt the eyes of that little knot of students watching them: not that it mattered, if this giant broke her bones or ripped her arm off or what have you, there was nothing those tiny little boys who played make-believe at adulthood could do to stop this... this... this titan, who could clearly crush her out of existence like she was nothing but an annoying gnat.

But his grip was as gentle as it was clearly and unmistakably powerful, and he leaned down to lightly kiss the back of her hand, making her blush like a schoolgirl as her eyes fluttered and looked up at him with surprise at how delicate, how tender he could be. And yet such immense power thrummed through him, power she could smell, that she could feel, that she could see in the way his dress uniform rippled around his godlike body with only those barest, momentary flexes; incredible muscle that stood in such beautiful profile even through his clothes oh so clearly bulging with such unstoppable might! And her eyes couldn't help but rove down again, seeing that great python that stretched his pants so ridiculously, so ludicrously and unbelievably. It was impossible, wasn't it...? And yet she couldn't help but feel without a doubt that, as terrifying and stunning as it was to think, every last inch of that godcock was real... and her body quivered to see it, to find out just how big, how _real _it was.

Yet, somehow, she swallowed, and took a breath, and restrained herself as she cleared her throat and pulled her hand back, nodding and offering him the welcome envelope as she stuttered out: "I... I see. My name is Terra... I mean, Professor Stormscale. You will refer to me as Professor Stormscale." God, what was she thinking? What was she doing? She had to get herself under control! "Now, this... this way, please. I'll show you to your room in the dormitories, young... man..." She licked her lips again, studying him with interest and awe, taking in his majestic, hulking frame.

"Lead the way, professor Stormscale." Killer gently replied, bowing his head a little... and yet the smirk on his handsome muzzle, topped by a mane still short and rough but already more regal than any crown and more masculine than words could describe, told the dragoness that he had missed none of her body's instinctive and needy reactions. Indeed, that cocky smirk seemed to roar: you'll be mine soon, slut, even though he did his best to hide it and keep it as kind and formal as possible.

Terra shivered in front of that grin, and she awkwardly cleared her throat before hurriedly turning around, her heart thrumming in her chest. Thankfully, without having him in her eyes it was easier to be a bit more confident, even if she could clearly feel him behind her, feel his power, his shadow falling over her helpless little body: a body that swayed its hips and strutted for him, the dragoness unable to stop herself from showing off her gorgeous figure as she did her best to order: "This way, it's past curfew and we have some rules to go over. You'll be treated the same as any other student, after all, no matter how big... where you come from. How important you are where you come from, I mean."

God, she was trying at least. She was going to kill that whiny little shit for making her handle this all by herself! Even if part of her felt oh, very, very lucky to get the first look at this handsome man...

Killer followed her past the great hall at the entrance and out of a door on the back of the building which led to the accommodation blocks for the cadets. He grinned to himself when she turned her back to him, snickering silently at the way she strutted, evidencing even more the swaying of her hips, even though it was already plenty beautiful and enticing. She had a splendid body and it was clear that she was the hungry and eager type, the quintessential hotwife.

Alex, outside, was still shaking a little at what they had seen. That massive man made him look... tiny. But he quickly cleared his throat as the liger vanished inside the building, forcing a grin on his features as he looked around at his other friends and he said: "You see that? He's trying to suck up to the teacher already. Fucking... fucking wuss. Yeah. Fucking wuss."

"Fucking wuss." echoed one of his friends anxiously, before he blurted out: "Dude, though, he's huge!"

"So what!" snapped Alex, before he tried to reassure himself and his little friends by adding: "Hey, it was a dress uniform, right? No dude is that big. I've seen those tigers, too, they're big, but not that big. Bet it's all fake. Bet it's like those old suits with the big shoulders, you know?"

"All the way around?" Liara asked doubtfully.

"Yeah, all the way around!" Alex almost shouted at her. "Don't be stupid! He's supposed to be some prince or something, probably just some sort of fucking costume. Propaganda. They must think we are stupid! Fuckin' assholes!"

"Yeah. Yeah." mumbled one of the others as he rubbed the back of his head, looking supremely unconvinced and visibly shuddering still.

"Anyway, shit. We're going to fuck him up, one way or the other. We got money and power and he's just some dumb fuck from the savage lands." Alex continued, and it was a lot easier to act brave now, while the giant was not in sight, before he grinned as he looked over at the huge motorcycle the tiger had ridden in on, adding: "Hey, bet he doesn't have a parking pass, for one thing. Be a real shame if they towed that thing away."

His flunkies traded more confident grins now, especially as they realized that even if he was much larger than them, there was still plenty they could do to show that northern barbarian just how welcome he really was here, without having to get their own hands dirty, and, more importantly, without having to actually stand in his way.

Killer measured Terra's body with his gaze, and all but felt his enormous shaft giving a hungry throb and flex of approval, before he looked around himself with a grimace. She said he would be treated exactly like all other students but that was, very evidently, not actually the case. She led him right past the modern and splendid accommodation blocks, which looked like luxury condos, especially as they were arranged around the vast swimming pools and sport pitches of the campus. He had not been give any space there, where the rich offspring of the richest families of Ire enjoyed their stay, served and revered like royalties. Terra smiled awkwardly up at the huge male, breathing a little faster as she licked her lips and stared up at that huge beast of a man with fascination and lust, shivering a bit before she quickly led the much-larger tiger down a derelict path in the college's park. She didn't even think about where they were going until they were already there: the derelict dormitory, which hadn't been in use for years now, perhaps a decade or more. She couldn't help but feel a pang as she guided him to that crappy old place and pulled out the key for the rusty padlock holding the heavy door closed, but he didn't complain: he only followed her like it didn't bother him. How could it not, though?

Killer was used to tough military life and did not need much to make himself comfortable: his "training academy" back home had been the battlefield and the arctic, so he was ready for everything... but even so he couldn't help but grimace at the sight of an old, abandoned dormitory that had once contained bunks for 30 or 40 cadets, plus a stove and chests for a few personal items. The place was overgrown with ivy and bad weeds and several windows had all or almost all of the glass panels broken, and it showed exactly what Ire's government thought of him and his people. At least, though, it was spacious and empty. Killer was already seeing that a problem here was that everybody was so much smaller and so frail compared to his massive, muscular form, that nothing was built to accommodate someone as tall and as powerfully built as him. He rolled his eyes, expecting nothing good from the room and beginning to seriously worry about his baggage, wondering if they hadn't just thrown it all in the trash and pretended to lose it. Nonetheless, he stepped forwards with a smile after the professor managed to get the old padlock to click open, grunting at the effort it took. The door was heavy and dilapidated and jammed against the deformed floor, causing her to grunt again as she uselessly pushed against it, before she blushed a bit as his huge hand settled on the wood and made it creak audibly, before he effortlessly slammed it open... and winced as he caught it before it could explode off its rusty hinges. "Sorry." He mumbled. A reminder that, while in the south, he was going to have to be extremely careful in touching anything. Things had a bad habit of turning to dust in his grip.

Terra stared at him silently, swallowing a bit. She had barely managed to budge the door, stuck as it was against the ramshackle wooden floor, but of course he had almost moved the whole building aside with the merest push. Had she ever doubted for a second of his prodigious strength, that would have silenced all doubts.

The room was entirely empty but for his baggage, that someone had unceremoniously thrown inside without any care. It was still a relief to see the Bergen laying there, although he figured he could put his fears to rest only after opening it. The least they could have done was pour some kind of disgusting stuff inside it... that was the level of maturity that the college's personnel had shown up to that point, after all. He ducked inside, thankful that at least the roof was higher in the center, enough to allow him to walk around comfortably enough. In many ways, that abandoned dormitory would serve him better than a luxurious but ultimately tiny room, and he tried to take some comfort from that fact.

He took his instructions from the professor, and the welcome package that would at least tell him where to go, and when, to attend his courses.

"Well, professor Stormscale... I think I've kept you busy for long enough. Sorry for the hour." Killer said, before looking out of a window. He could see his bike in the distance, beyond the gates. "I have only one question: can I bring the bike here? I'd like to put her away in a safe place."

She marveled at him, unable to keep her eyes off that handsome colossus as he took the envelope from her and turned his eyes out the window. She barely heard his question, and she had to fight the urge to just agree with him blindly: a man like this knew what was best and instinct told her to give him everything he wanted, after all. Who was she to stand in his way? What a joke: if he had been "just" bigger and stronger than her, that would have been one thing. But he was not just bigger, he was a God. Masculine, powerful to no end, compelling, handsome, something her mind could barely wrap around as she licked her lips and drew her eyes over him...

"Y... I... suppose." She cleared her throat, taking an uneasy breath and struggling with herself before she turned her eyes away, and that helped a little bit as she awkwardly stared out the window at his motorcycle, saying: "We have strict parking regulations. Tonight I... I don't see a problem with it, for tonight only, but you'll have to purchase a parking pass like any other student."

Yes. Yes, she was still the professor here and still in control, and she nodded more to herself than him as she turned away from the window, but the moment she was looking up at him again, she felt weak, powerless... obedient. She was used to bossing everyone around, but before him she was painfully aware of her role. Slave. Servant. Toy. Meat. Praise the God!

They couldn't know, but Alex was already on the phone, calling the removal service and bribing a poor idiot to have the motorbike towed away. Killer could only see the group of jocks wandering apparently aimlessly around, and he had more than enough battlefield experience to get bad vibes and imagine that they were up to something.

He turned around to face professor Stormscale once more, his muscles bulging against his uniform with every little movement, and she licked her lips as she fought back with all her strength against that sudden, incredible urge of submitting, of doing exactly what he said, of putting her life in his hands. Oh, she was privileged to be allowed to draw her unworthy eyes over that godlike body... Her huge bosom heaved with her rough breathing, her body shivering as she crossed her arms over her stomach and hugged herself, gazing over him helplessly. He smirked, suggestively, before resting his arms on his thighs, squatting, legs wide and immense bulge in full evidence at his groin as he went down to be closer to her face and ears as he spoke in a soft, subtly teasing voice: "Thank you for your time, professor Stormscale. I'm sure I'll enjoy your lessons..." He paused briefly, and it was immediately evident that he really meant her, not whatever she taught, and that he was going to do all the teaching. "I certainly like what I saw tonight, and I'll be thinking of it. But I wonder who of us has more to think about... I think this meeting enriched both." Killer said it with a very diplomatic tone, but his smirk made it sound exactly like a "enjoy your night fingering your slutty hole at the thought of me, you unworthy piece of slut-meat."

Her eyes widened as he squatted down, her gaze automatically roving down to admire that massive bulge as it pushed all the more against her; feeling the weight of his presence crush down on her, and she gave a weak little breath as she looked up at him, losing some of her bluster and bravado as she helplessly squeezed herself and leaned back.

"If there is nothing else, I'd like to take... a little bit of care of myself. It has been a long journey."

She was barely able to make out his words, nodding helplessly up to that mighty colossus before she blushed at what he said, looking awkwardly back and forth before she turned her eyes to the door as the words finally registered in her mind. Again, he had talked with the greatest possible kindness, but Terra knew enough to realize that he had basically warned her that he was about to hit the toilet for a piss. Moreover, his handsome grin seemed to warn her that she could listen from outside, through the wall. The cocky stud evidently thought he could teach her a lesson just through noise... moreover, he clearly expected her to play along. Already! The mask had already slipped, and they both knew that she was his. She was his property, his whore, his toy, his to do with as he pleased. He could have ordered her to open her mouth and drink his piss, and she would have fallen to her knees without hesitation...

"Oh, uh... well...." She blushed again as wild thoughts ran through her mind before she understood what he was saying, nodding awkwardly as she stumbled to the door and mumbled: "I'll... get out of your way then, yes. I'll uh... you have everything you need and I'll... go."

She felt almost like crying. She felt almost like begging. Because first he had conquered her, enslaved her, intoxicated her... and now he was kicking her out. He could have her right there and then, but he was spitting on her. He was snorting in contempt before her beauty and everything she had to offer. He was refusing her service even as urinal. He wasn't even going to let her watch his cock yet. No, she was unworthy. She was a cheap whore, a slut, a cunt for him to use and abuse and discard as he saw fit. And she was lucky he had allowed her to crawl in his shadow for a little while. She had to earn the chance of being a slave. She was just a tiny cunt, just like so many more he had ruined... she had to show him that she wasn't worthless, that she could actually entertain him, that she was worth a little of his time. And that was only right, wasn't it...? He was not just an Alpha. He was THE Alpha. He was a God... and she was going to have to fight to be allowed to step to the front of the row of bitches begging to serve him.

She lingered helplessly for a few moments, looking up at him almost as if waiting to be dismissed, but in reality hoping, praying, begging to be told to stay, as her full lips pouted, her eyes staring across him with awe, leaning up as if to breathe in his breath as she shivered a little before she finally, reluctantly tore herself away. She stumbled away to the door, hesitating before she blushed as she stopped at the threshold and looked back at him, silently mouthing a thank you as she shivered in awe and need, before saying finally: "If you need anything, though, you know where to find me. I've... been assigned to watch over you, yes. I'm all yours... I mean... I... I'll be your... mentor."

Killer shook his head slowly, smirking to himself as the professor hesitatingly turned to leave the room, her cheeks flushed in a way that he knew all too well, her body on fire, her tongue wetting her lips every few moments she spent looking up at his godlike form. "I'm glad you are mine..." he teasingly replied, waiting a purposefully long time before adding: "I can certainly use a mentor. I'll have to get used to this. It's a new world for me. One where everything is smaller... tighter... and that I'll need to resize to fit me." He said, and the light in his sapphire eyes told her all she needed to know, sending shivers down her spine as her mind filled with images of his power unleashed upon the world. What was he going to do to their society...? They were nowhere near ready for such a titan!

And then Killer began to undo the buttons of the red jacket of his uniform, the neck opening to reveal a white shirt that bulged with the size of the masculine, powerful chest beneath. He smirked as she caught sight of him while closing the door, and her movements became even slower, she lingered in place, dragging the door ever so slowly, like it weighted tons. He was supremely confident and completely unashamed. And why should it be otherwise? He was perfect, prodigious, powerful; in charge. He was deliberately teasing her, clearly used to staring eyes when he undressed. He paused only after undoing a few more of the golden buttons and the first two of his shirt, revealing the thick fur of his mane, reaching down towards his mountain-like chest, the muscle forming a tight, deep valley in the middle, above abs that were hills of pure strength separated by valleys of power. He smirked, and the professor finally realized just how long she was taking to close the door, and smiled awkwardly, then quickly pushed through the doorway, taking a breath and closing her eyes as she dropped back against the wall outside of his room. But she hesitated, licking her lips, leaning back in the doorway as she thought she heard him move inside, tilting her head a bit as she lingered helplessly, feeling hooked, feeling caught, feeling like there was something she was missing, like she had to stay, almost like he was telling her to stay and oh, how could she resist?

It... she could stay for a moment more, maybe. Just a moment more. He said he was just going to relieve himself, and... she wanted to make sure he...

She slid along the wall, almost grinding herself into it, helplessly listening, searching for any crevice in the old worn wood, any hole she could perhaps peek through as she licked her lips, rubbing a hand helplessly down her front as she wondered just how much man that king from the north was hiding beneath those too tight clothes... and she winced as she slid her fingers under her skirt and realized just how wet she was, looking down with a mix of awe and horror as she saw her thighs glistening, her stockings stained. There was no way a predator like him hadn't seen, hadn't sensed, hadn't smelled her helpless need.

He snorted quietly in amusement, hearing no steps outside. Knowing that she was there, listening, flushed and excited, confused and eager. Dripping wet. The windows were crudely but comprehensively covered in wooden planks nailed to the frames, yet someone had managed to shatter almost all of the glasses all the same... the wonders of vandalism, and the amount of time that some people were happy to devote to causing random damage.

He didn't know whether the professor would content herself with listening or if she'd try to peek in, nor did he know if there was enough of a fissure for her to stare through, but it didn't matter. Even the noise alone was going to keep her awake all night, Killer was sure of it. From what he had seen around the streets, it was clear that he was above and beyond any kind of comparison. Back home he was godlike. Here, he was a titan.

He lazily arched his back as he worked to pull free of the jacket and shirt, rolling his massive shoulders as his colossal arms came free, the biceps bulging explosively and the strength in his forearms simply fearsome as his abs and chest heaved mightily, before the male lightly scratched at the thick happy highway of luscious fur that from his navel went down to the thick, mammoth base of his cock. The waistband of his dark boxers was stretched outwards so savagely that the base of his member was exposed, the girth simply mind blowing and the veins bulging on it making it look truly godlike. He put down his uniform on top of his huge Bergen, the one he used out in the field back in his own army, back at home. He stretched lazily as his torso was revealed in full glory, more herculean and more perfect than any statue, his muscles bulging with power as he folded his arms behind his head, revealing the thick hair under his armpits as his potent, virile musk filled the room, marking it forever as his territory, the air as thick as a steak now with his rich, potent scent. His pits were sweaty after the long motorbike ride, and he smirked at the thought of calling the professor back inside just to have her lick them clean...

Terra shivered a little, licking her lips as she shifted a little against the wall, but her head was swimming. All she could think about was what he had said and that she had been so helpless to resist, unable to pull away, not able to do anything but try and mumble some sort of weak reply as she had stumbled out and oh, what was she still doing here? She had a handsome husband to go back home to, and kids waiting for her, and... and...

She shook her head, rubbing at her face before she licked her lips as she mashed herself into the wall as she heard movement on the other side. She slid over it, almost desperate for some kind of hole, and she whimpered a little as she found a crack in the wall that she was able to put her eye to, her breath catching as she caught sight of shifting, and movement... but not much else, to her frustration.

She could hear him moving, shifting, sliding his clothes down, and her thighs ground together in anticipation as she gave a breathy little moan~ She whimpered helplessly as she looked through that little hole and listened, her eye widening as she heard the shift of cloth, but it sounded like... was he taking all of his clothes off? God, she could hear every moment of it, the endless whisper of cloth coming off that giant's frame, the sound of him peeling those clothes off his titanic body, and then the smell, the strong masculine musk that slipped through the walls and drove her wild, made her breath catch in her throat as she inhaled in like perfume, her eyes rolling back in her head as her hips rocked and she felt a trickle of her sweet honey leak down her thigh, whimpering helplessly at the boiling heat of her own sex as her hands gripped uselessly into her body, wrinkled up her dress, her nipples hard as diamond and nearly tearing her too-tight clothing~

He let out an amused grunt as he struggled to force his black boxers down as the gigantic shaft cramming them held them so savagely stretched out that it was difficult to even budge them. Finally, his underwear negotiated the curve in the immense flaccid shaft, tucked away sideways and resting along one thigh, and he let them fall away as a great deluge of cock spilled forth, a world-crushing serpent of godhood that jumped with excess vigor and nearly snapped the boxers for good as it flopped heavily down, well past the knees of the hulking liger as he grinned widely, making it deliberately slow because he knew that the hot, stunning wife and mother was out there, listening in rapture and keeping her husband waiting. Poor man. He had to be wandering where his precious, stunning wife was...

Killer hefted the colossal black shaft up and slowly stroked that sweaty, mighty monster, loving how far his hand could go, grinning as his own huge fingers failed to wrap around that terrifying girth. His cock was another unique part of him, one he was ridiculously proud of. It was colossal by anyone's standards, and even its shape was uncommon. He had a massive medial ring, prominent even when his member was still flaccid, like in that moment... and when he pulled up the fat, huge, flanged head, he grinned at the vast, equine-like flare extending around its base and making its girth even more mind-blowing. He peeled the thick, heavy blanket of foreskin back, revealing a vast cockmaw perennially glistening with some of his thick, dark, hypervirile precum, then smirked as he looked at the large, fleshy, thick, downwards-curved barbs lining the edge of the flare. Those made his cock truly intimidating, and when he was erect, they swelled even larger, longer and harder. Smooth on the way in, they hooked into the female on the backstroke, adding to the pleasure... and, admittedly, to the damage. Combined with his terrifying girth, they were an instrument of prolapsed and destruction.

Combined with his enormous production of virile sludge and with his exceptionally busy sex life, the barbs were also a great receptacle for thick smegma that formed constantly... but he fed all of that thick stuff to his eager toys.

The colossal cock swung heavily, majestically, audibly_as he let go of it._ It swung heavily down and smashed into one of his muscular thighs, producing a rich, loud, meaty THWACK. The sound of literally thousands of pounds of solid, virile, hypermasculine meat striking against godly, solid muscle. He walked towards the small toilet, and each step was accompanied by another loud THWACK as the colossal member pendulumed majestically between his legs, that mass announcing itself with great impacts.

Terra had barely got herself under control before her eyes widened as she heard that incredible sound of his heavy man-meat slapping against his thigh as he moved: it was like a thunderhead moving across the room, like a drumbeat, that she followed as if hypnotized.

He pushed the broken door of the toilet open, and grimaced as he realized how small the bathroom was, in every sense. His colossal black shaft was so thick that it could never fit the water closet's opening, and the tiny room was definitely not meant for his massive body. "Boys here must be built like small sissies..." He muttered, for Terra rather than for himself. He had seen the NWOA "warriors". He knew how puny they were. He stood on the threshold, spreading his mighty legs and hefting his flaccid, gigantic cock up, preparing to let loose a mighty, huge jet of golden piss. He peeled his thick foreskin back a little, and even that produced a clearly audible wet slurp that was unbelievable to witness.

But it was nothing compared to the cascade-like rumble as Killer's piss erupted out in a thick jet that flew across the bathroom and into the wc, with such violence that it cracked in half even as it was filled immediately to overflow, the golden piss coming up from over the seat and flooding out, filled with a huge amount of gigantic sperms, as large as fishes, as Killer snickered and easily aimed his jet. Even his taking a piss was godlike, the noise glorious and terrifying as the firehose-like jet tore tiles off the wall and flooded the bathroom with incandescent masculine waste that was unbearably powerful, with a mighty, virile stench that crushed the mind and smashed the body.

She heard him open the door, and she could almost _feel _when he hefted that great godcock in his hand, the dragoness chewing at her nails compulsively as she leaned into the wall, staring through, only seeing vague shapes and moaning in her throat before she heard his taunt... and yes, oh yes, all the males she had known were nothing but sissy babies compared to him, and they were so laughable, so puny... and then there was another sound, loud and majestic, almost scary... and no, that was impossible, wasn't it...?

It sounded like a water line had exploded, like a firehose was going off in there, and a stench assailed her nose, the reek so heavy it nearly made her gag on thick air, nearly made her hair curl. She groaned as she pushed away from the wall, but only for a moment: even as her head swam she was already stumbling towards the door of the liger's room, unable to help herself: she just wanted a peek, just one little peek, and... and what if something had happened somehow and he might be hurt or injured or there might be a mess or -

She knew it was all stupid thoughts: in her mind, she knew that there was no way anything, or anyone, could ever hope to hurt this... this _God _that had arrived at the school, this fourteen year old King who could out-man the sum of every male in the country. She was tempted to ram the door down, but she had enough self control to only crack it open instead, just enough for her to lean in and peek, trembling, at where the titan stood at the bathroom door, unable to suppress her weak moan at the sight of him standing in the doorway, his piss overflowing the toilet, his huge, colossal balls visible and the great black beast of his cock beyond that, so massive, so huge, so thick and powerful that she could barely comprehend even the sliver of a glimpse she had been afforded.

"This place couldn't have handled me not even when I was a child..." Killer commented, laughing as his overwhelming masculinity caused havoc, peeling the old tiles off and then literally tearing gauges in the wall. The old wooden planks tore apart like wet sheets of paper, and the tremendous jet of golden piss tore through like a laser, melting wood and plaster. It went on and on and on, and Terra stared at that thick spray of piss tearing through the wall and ripping a steaming trench in the dirt outside, washing away chunks of rotten, soaked wood. She couldn't quite register it in her mind yet; she could only stare at that demonstration of hypervirile power... before she gasped as locked on massive... things... swimming in that piss. Beasts that appeared to be spiked, with hulking, muscular-looking heads and... long, long tails, strong and spiked. Sperms? His semen! His runts, his sub-par seeds, the ones he threw away with contempt. There wasn't a single one which was shorter than a foot, she could swear it. Some were much longer, and still his body wasted them. They were tangled together, monstrous creatures out of a horror movie, grotesque and fearsome and magnificent. They were, like... easily and literally ten thousand and more times the size of normal sperm out of fully functional males. It was monstrous. It was godlike.

And when finally Killer began to taper out, the wc was broken and overflowing, the tiles gouged or shattered, seeming to smolder like snow. He had cut into the wall like hot piss would into snow, and large chunks of half-liquefied wood flopped down in a puddle of almighty piss that cascaded outside, soaking the ground in front of the dormitory. Killer snickered and grabbed the base of his gigantic shaft before slowly, majestically, gloriously beating out the last few heavy, enormous drops. He seized the base of her gigantic cock, swinging the enormous shaft to slap it heavily into the palm of his other hand.THWACK! The meaty sound of his cock slapping down. Loud. Overpowering. Incredible. Awesome. It seemed to make the walls tremble. THWACK! THWACK! And then the awesome slurp and suction of the thick, heavy foresking gliding back and forth.

"Sweet dreams, professor." Killer teasingly said, absolutely sure that she would hear him and knowing that, much as she would deny it, she was never going to forget that virile sound. One last THWACK!, just to give her a final shudder, and then, smirking to himself, he struggled to force his gigantic shaft back into his boxers and down one leg of his pants. He made his way towards the door to peek outside, smirking in amusement and curiosity.

Terra fell backwards in shock. She breathed hard, unaware that she had orgasmed at just the sight and noise of him, her whole body racing with chills, stinking of the lust that soaked her thighs. She gasped and hugged herself, before she looked up with a whimper at his words, humiliated and flushed and delighted and so, so thankful for him kindly expending a word for her, unworthy little thing that she was...

And she scrambled for some response before she simply stumbled to her feet and hurried down the hallway as quickly as she could, flushed and humiliated, the little pride she had left encouraging her to run before... before she made a ... mistake?

Oh, but she knew she was already his, and she couldn't get the thought of him out of her head as she panted hard, hurrying to the exit: maybe she wasn't too proud, she was too terrified of what she had seen, unable to process it still. All she remembered was muscle and balls and back and cock, endless cock... and those countless mega-sperms, too. Holy fuck, those beasts. Part of her wanted to run away where they couldn't possibly get to her. Part of her wanted to crawl back to the reeking puddle and drink that golden piss up, and let those great sperms climb up her legs and smash their way inside. Because oh, hell. She had seen them move. She had no doubt they had more than enough vigor to do that. It was insane. What was he...? God? The Devil, maybe... those sperms were divine, but in a monstrous way. God was boring, too good to be a stud, the kind of male who could truly make her shiver. Yes, he was more like the king of Hell... Or a bit of both...?

And that sound... that firehose of piss, and the great heavy slaps of all that massive meat crashing against meat, of a cock that, she was painfully aware of it, could easily crush parts of her body into pulp. She could see that flaccid behemoth, that hypervirile tower of flesh loom infinitely over her as he grinned playfully... and she shivered in a mix of fear and lust. Oh, he could kill her with his cock. So easily. In so many different ways. He could crush her out of existence, squishing her like a gnat with a slap of that colossal godcock.

She stumbled in the park, ignoring everything around her as she rushed away, a confused, frightened, flushed mess, acutely aware that Killer was no doubt looking at her running, and grinning.

Killer laughed to himself as he saw professor Stormscale running away, her cheeks flushed, her eyes open wide in confusion and awe and fear, her thighs shiny with rivulets of hot juices of pure desire. He smirked while he struggled to zip up his pants, savoring the awareness that he had already cracked, if not shattered a marriage and started to convert the haughty southerners. Whatever professor Stormscale had thought about tigers before, now was dramatically changed. She had had glimpses of the truth and she was not going to forget it. She was probably already wondering how long their southerner civilization had left to live before he crushed them under his foot.

Lucky for her and all the people around her, Northerners aren't quite like me... Killer idly thought, smirking. He towered over even his people, after all. Hell, over even his father. Had all northerners been as strong as Killer, the south would have long been crushed into dust.

Then again, it doesn't look like I'd need any help in turning this world upside down...