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"And Osimaret, your task will be to send the damned to meet their fate," a voice said, rumbling through the fiery chamber. This was the task handed out to the demon, who bowed before his superiors. Osimaret was one of the more powerful demons in this realm, but any hierarchy demands respect for superiors. The narwhal-like demon was not about to argue with his Masters, no matter how boring the task seemed, but his mind was turning with possibilities.

"Are there any ... restrictions on the methods I may use?" Osimaret asked, before bowing his head once more.

"No. They're already damned, Osimaret, condemned to their doom. Whatever you devise will surely be fitting for this purpose. Now rise and leave us before we grow bored..."

With a terse grunt and a nod, Osimaret stood up and began to walk away, briskly leaving the Hall of the Archdemons. He had his task and free reign on how to execute those who were condemned. He knew there would be an endless supply of such victims, as the so-called Holy beings of this world had a seemingly endless array of self-contradictory rules. But there would also be an equally endless number of ways to snuff out those who were deserving of meeting their end. Nothing said he couldn't take a bit of power from the living before sending them to their deaths. After all, he had an eternity to fulfill that task and he needed to find some way of keeping it interesting.

Upon making his way back to his chambers, Osimaret sat for just a moment to contemplate where to begin. He looked around the room - at the stony walls and fiery light - and simply willed the doorway to disappear. He figured that starting small would be the best way to accomplish this and he didn't want his first victim to escape if things went awry. The summoning magic made available to demons of his caliber required little more than a passing thought to bring him what he wanted. With all the effort required to yawn, Osimaret simply summoned one victim to his chambers and began fulfilling his purpose.

As his summoning magic took effect, a form began to become clear in the room before him. It was a strange combination of a dinosaur and a human, with vast, feathery wings as part of his arms. A microraptor. An interesting start to the proceedings. "Your name, mortal," the demon said. It wasn't a question; it was a command. His voice was deep enough to cause the mortal's body to tremble. The sound echoed around the rocky walls, making it sound even louder than intended.

"Sk... S... Skalavis?" The creature offered, whimpering in terror. He looked around frantically, trying to figure out where he was and how and why he was brought here, but the clues were limited. The walls around him were made of large rocks assembled like cobblestones, with small rivers of lava filling the cracks between the stones and giving the room a fiery glow. Strangely, the lava never made it to the ground, though the floor beneath his bird-like feet was uncomfortably warm. The chamber had a small table to one side with a simple chair, but the room was otherwise barren. There was no obvious exit, though with the demon standing before him he couldn't see what was immediately behind the imposing figure.

And Osimaret was indeed imposing compared to the small, trembling being in front of him. While Skalavis was scarcely the size of a malnourished human, Osimaret stood sixteen feet tall. His body resembled that of a whale, complete with a narwhal's horn rising like a spear of white from his otherwise black flesh. The only other obvious hint of color on the demon's body was in his eyes: Their irises were crimson as blood. His body was powerful, muscular, as only decades or centuries of constant work could convey. "And, Skalavis," he rumbled again, taking a step forward. "Do you know why you are here?"

Once again, the saurian gulped, shaking his head vigorously. "No?" He offered, shuddering nervously up at the demon. He took several small steps backward, but the heat from the walls only increased to an uncomfortable level. "I'm not... dead, am I?" he squeaked, becoming even more agitated.

"No. Not yet." Osimaret stated simply. With one step forward he closed the gap Skalavis had creased with his nervous shuffling backwards. "Consider this something like purgatory, or a waiting room for hell. You've been condemned by some god or another. I don't care who. I don't care what. I'm just the one responsible for seeing you to your end." Those words caused Skalavis to bolt as fear finally overwhelmed his mind. He tried to run around the demon, but the narwhal simply extended his right arm and grabbed the feathery one by the neck. "Let me make something clear, mortal. I'm not one to cause eternal suffering. I simply am doing a job. If you stop fighting it you may end up enjoying it, but I really don't care if you do or not." Osimaret's grip tightened around the bird-like head until he felt something pop. "So if you want to save your hide for another fifteen god-forsaken minutes, you can stop struggling now before I crush your skull in my fist." Immediately, the victim stopped moving aside from the heavy panting as he tried to calm his nerves.

"Good. You learn quickly." Osimaret still didn't let go of the damned soul in his grasp, however. Instead, he started to concentrate and began stealing energy from the being in front of him. Mortals rarely had any magical powers worth stealing, but they did have size and the demon knew he'd make far better use of that mass than a creature who was going to be dead in a matter of minutes. The demon's arm bulged slightly as that mass was converted into pure muscle, adding to his already impressive frame. Meanwhile, in the darkness of the fist, Skalavis only whimpered as he felt the flesh of the demon's palm moving against his beak, but he had no idea what was happening to him until Osimaret threw him to the ground once again. Once free, Skalavis looked up and up at the demon, who now loomed even more massively above the saurian. "I simply drained some mass from your pathetic body, mortal," Osimaret spat, "You're a third smaller than you were a few minutes ago, and I..." he flexed his arms, showing off his newly-empowered guns. "I think I will make far better use of that than you ever would have. You had your entire life to make something of yourself and you're still a small, pathetic waste of mass. Is that why you were sent to me? No matter. But it is why I will take delight in reusing your body for something far greater than you ever aspired to."

Skalavis started to backpedal once again but it was clear that he really was quite a bit smaller. The stones were noticeably larger against his hands and it took longer for him to put any meaningful distance between him and his captor. And even then, what meaning could there be in fleeing when dealing with a demon who seemed capable of doing anything he wanted? "I... how... you..." he started to stammer, but Osimaret's cruel laughter echoed through the chamber and silenced the saurian once again. Worse, at least from the dinosaur's perspective, is that the demon's maleslit was beginning to bulge with his obvious arousal. Osimaret rubbed his bulge for a moment, then glanced down at his plaything once again. This time, he didn't even touch the dinosaur; a mere thought was enough for him to siphon away size, making himself larger at Skalavis' expense. The mass was redirected to his groin this time, causing his maleslit to finally give way to the oversized bits it could no longer contain. Every two inches stolen from the squirming reptile added another inch of length to the cetacean's length as the tapered shaft gradually slithered to the floor. It looked like an orca's shaft as well: the pink flesh tapered from a thick base to a still-impressive tip, while curving and flexing to get there.

By the time the dinosaur was able to get to his feet again, he no longer even reached the demon's knees, causing him to gulp nervously. The heat of the room brought forth the demon's musk - masculine with a trace of brimstone. "I never expected I would physically enjoy it this much," Osimaret said, mostly to himself, but he still smirked down at the mortal cowering in his presence. The demon once more stepped forward, but this time he stood directly over the diminished reptile. The tip of the demon's shaft barely brushed the feathers atop Skalavis' head as he stood there, which drew forth another deep chuckle from the narwhal. "You never expected to be destroyed in the pleasure of another male, did you?" he mused, crouching slightly to rub his tip across the bird-like face beneath him. Whimpering, Skalavis shook his head in reply, though he also inadvertently helped the demon smear thick precum across his feathers. The scent of the demon's lust became increasingly difficult to withstand, causing Skalavis to cough as it violated his lungs, as if burning them from within. It was enough of a distraction to allow Osimaret to grab the dinosaur with his right hand and pick him off the ground.

"You really still are far too large, you know," the demon said as he regarded the first of his victims in his hand. The dinosaur was still larger than the demon's malehood, though Skalavis still squirmed from the heat radiating from it. No matter; a few moments could easily change that. With a deep, lustful moan, Osimaret closed his eyes and began to draw even more size away from the feathered one gasping beneath him. The shrinking dinosaur added more mass to Osimaret's shaft, increasing its girth this time until the demon could barely wrap one of his heavy paws around both it and the plaything before him. Another moment later, the dinosaur was now cowering against a penis even larger than his body, while his size showed no signs of stabilizing. The size was now flowing through the demon's entire body, making him slightly bigger, buffer, more physically powerful all over. It was a tremendous rush; he groaned and let loose another spurt of heavy precum, soaking the dinosaur's beak with the heavy, sticky fluid. It clung to his feathers, eyes, and nostrils, making it hard to see and even harder to breathe as he was coated in the thick goo. The demon's fist just clenched tighter, forcing even more air from the mortal's lungs, causing him now to silently plead for even the foul-smelling air that he had been deprived of. Skalavis had to breathe, somehow, even if it was painful to draw in that musk-drenched air within the demon's chambers.

The demon kept stroking himself off, his fist moving more quickly upon that hot pillar of flesh as he worked out his lusts and worked over his plaything. The shrinking had accelerated; Skalavis now nearly fit in the demon's palm, causing him to feel as if he were being moved dozens of feet every time the seemingly giant demon stroked over his shaft. The movements became more violent - or was it simply that Skalavis was getting even smaller? - but the end result was still dizzying. The demon's grunts were harder to dismiss, however, and he was quickly nearing his climax. There was little fanfare, aside from that violent growling and a brief spike in heat; the demon soon came heavily. He dropped the shrunken dinosaur to the ground and stepped back, looming at his full height above the tiny one. Skalavis landed awkwardly on the ground; his legs instantly shattered and left him as nothing more than a helpless bug at the feet of a merciless beast. He had only a moment to look up at the demon, but it felt like an age. The demon was once merely imposing; he now looked like a god, towering easily a thousand feet in scale to the tiny being that screamed for mercy that would never come. Osimaret's feet alone were imposing; a single toe could have snuffed out the cowering gnat of a mortal. But no, none of those things were going to befall the micro in this lifetime.

Instead, his entire world went white with the heavy cream of the demon's climax. The seed pinned him to the ground, both gluing him to the ground with its stickiness and battering him against it with the force of those thick ropes against his body. The heat was intolerable. He tried to scream but it only let more of the hot goo into his mouth, scalding it as well. The pain was short lived, however; in one of the few mercies of this experience, his pain receptors simply burnt out within seconds, leaving him increasingly numb as another spurt of cum smashed against his body. That wave shattered most of his chest though he had no way left to express his pain. Things gradually were fading to black; by the time the next spurt of seed came crashing down upon his body, Skalavis had already passed from this life to the next and whatever torments would come with that.

Osimaret, for his part, grunted and panted as he savored the afterglow. He had done his purpose, after all; there was clearly no way that mortal was going to survive being buried alive in semen and it made clear what the natural order of power was in this realm. It was a satisfying beginning but it was still just that: A beginning. There would be many, many more souls condemned by his lust, after all, and he had all of eternity to enjoy that experience. Yes, this was going to be a glorious existence.

Though Osimaret's first experience was a glorious one, he wanted more. No, he needed more. Taking one thing at a time was certainly something to experience, but could he take his powers and do something more with them? He briefly contemplated what he could do as his next move. After all, he was simply told he had to obliterate the damned. Nothing was said about collateral damage. But with a brief moment of searching, Osimaret found an entire continent that was worthy of destruction. He could take weeks or months to destroy it, one mortal at a time, but another idea crept across his mind and elicited another devious smirk. With a moment's thought, the entire continent was warped onto the floor of his chambers, laid out like a map. It was maybe ten feet in length by five in width, leaving it quite a bit smaller than the now twenty-foot-high demon that loomed massively overhead.

For those on this doomed landscape the shift was sudden and seamless. One moment, it was a day like any other on the world. The next, the sun seemed to have vanished, replaced with a strangely distant fiery glow, bathing the continent in reddish light. It seemed to come from everywhere at once; the walls of the demon's chambers were too distant for those mortals to make out clearly. For the few who noticed Osimaret, the demon looked as if he were 6,000 miles in height; to most of the people there just seemed to be a strange darkness against that otherwise glowing background. It was only once the demon moved that it became more clear what was going on. The results were even more obvious to those who ended up beneath his right foot at it came forward. The stench of his musk washed across the countryside, causing some to cough from its potency, while others gasped in vain for fresh air. Some of the most sensitive fainted; they would later be thought of as the lucky ones, spared the rest of this demon's wrath. Osimaret simply wiggled his toes, freeing a few drops of sweat, which crashed to the landscape with the force of meteors. Craters formed, filling with the briny, stinking fluid in an instant. Some were caught under them and simply crushed by the sheer weight of those droplets, while others found themselves pulled toward the newly-formed lakes by the vacuum created by that falling liquid.

"Greetings, mortals," Osimaret said. He spoke softly but the sheer size of his body made the ground shake beneath the tiny, microscopic-sized beings below. "I am Osimaret, and you are all damned. I simply am sending you on to the next world more quickly because it entertains me." That 'entertainment' was of a most lewd variety, of course; his erection was once more becoming engorged as he thought about what to do with the millions of little things beneath him. "There's nothing you can do about it, but please, enjoy yourself in your last moments. It's not as if it's going to bring you any further punishment." Grunting, the demon moved himself onto all fours, straddling the landscape beneath him as if it were his lover. His cock once more slithered forth, this time over the heads of countless tiny, helpless creatures. Thanks to his previous victim, the demon's cock was already quite a bit larger. The pink flesh stood out against his black hide; there was no mistaking his arousal for anything else. But there was also no escaping it; even a jet would need at least an hour to fly the length of that sky-filling shaft. He reached his right hand around to start to stroke his arousal, coaxing forth a spurt of precum that came down with destructive results. The musk of his arousal dramatically increased, burning like fire for those who had the misfortune of breathing it. Some of that fluid was rubbed back over the demon's shaft, causing it to glisten like some bizarre alien ship above the sky of that condemned world. Some of it crashed to the world's surface, once again carving forth a new lake. That fluid continued to ooze across the landscape, though, like a tsunami that no mortal construction could ever hope to withstand. Though some of the citizens were attempting to flee, many were unable to even think about evacuating before the fluid overtook them. They were caught up in that thick goo and drowned in that disgusting puddle.

With a brief delay, Osimaret leaned in further to press his tip against the ground, feeling buildings and living creatures alike crumble into mere dust beneath him. The eariler spurt of precum allowed him to start sliding his length against the ground, carving out a great canyon, miles deep from the perspective of those on the surface. They could see nothing more than the giant's penis and belly, after all; even seeing past his thighs was an unfathomably great distance. It was only when they heard Osimaret groan in lust or chuckle at the destruction that he wrought that these tiny creatures could even remember this was one, enormous being about to end the world as they knew it. And the end of the world was only going to be brought more quickly as he started to make the landscape shrink. Osimaret gradually lifted his malehood off the ground so that, from the perspective of the creatures below, it was still the same size. Unfortunately for them, they were getting even smaller; their size was going to make their captor even more muscular, dramatically buffing his physical strength. His entire body rippled with new muscle as his form bulked up to accommodate a shrunken world's mass. The sheer rush of power caused the demon to let forth a thick burst of pre. From the increased altitude, it spurted across nearly a thousand miles of the landscape, even if it was barely a foot to the giant toying with them. Things became even hotter and darker as the giant grew; his musk imprinted itself on all those below him, saturating the air of those mortals.

Osimaret wanted even more. He wanted to destroy these mortals just to pleasure himself. He kept shrinking the continent until it was barely the size of his shaft before lowering himself onto it once more. The impact of that giant shaft caused what remained of the landscape to crumble immediately. Most of it was simply crushed by that deadly impact. The demon's cock had destroyed a hundred million mortals with a single swing, all in the name of satisfying his persistent arousal. To those who somehow survived, it was even more terrifying. One moment they saw dozens of miles of terrain laid out before them, seemingly untouched by this twisted destruction. The next, all they could see was the enormous, demonic shaft upon the ground, like a wall of pink that stretched to heavens they would never reach. The edges of that shaft were stained with the blood of those mortals and debris from destruction; nothing beneath him had been spared in that cataclysmic moment. When the demon began to thrust against the ground, the remains of that world were simply smashed into an increasingly unrecognizable paste. The motion gradually pulled the other, island-like remnants of civilization ever-closer to their obliteration. Off in the distance, the demon gripped at the ground, grunting with unrestrained arousal, as he violently smashed his way through the dying landscape.

Very few mortals remained alive at this point. Those that did were simply driven mad by their situation. Why were they spared this long? Was it for any reason? Or was it simply luck, in whatever bizarre sort befalls those whose entire world is being demolished. Why this? Why were their last moments being spent watching a ten-thousand-mile-tall beast pleasuring himself with their once-great civilization? Some of them were simply blasted out of existence with another heavy spurt of precum. Others - mostly nearer the base of the demon's great length - continued to watch, seeing those enormous, sky-filling, sweat-soaked muscles tirelessly driving the demon's seemingly-omnipotent malehood forward, time after time. Osimaret was oblivious to all that existential thinking, of course; he cared about nothing other than getting himself off while destroying those he needed to obliterate anyway.

Finally, after what seemed like an entire day to the few surviving victims below, the demon once more reached climax. His muscles tensed and cock flexed as his first spurt of cum came forth. It rumbled like a sonic boom to the micros left beneath him, firing untold miles into the distance to hit the ground beneath Osimaret's chest. Several more spurts came forth, washing away some of the more distant lands, but leaving those beneath his thighs intact. With another half-dozen spurts, he was once again spent, leaving him panting from the raw effort he'd put forth to get himself off this time. Gradually, he let himself come to the ground, lying flush against the floor. He never even looked down and thus never noticed the few remaining fragments of the world beneath his legs.

The world quickly went dark for the mortals left nearest the demon's legs. The sky was falling onto them, or so it seemed. The stench of musk increased exponentially as things faded to black, matched by an increasing humidity and heat. It was like being trapped in a rain forest of male scent, at least at first, though the dramatically increasing temperature soon dispelled that image. Air was getting hard to come by; the scent was impossible to breathe, choking those remaining mortals. Given just a few moments longer, the demon was lying on the ground itself and his thighs finally came down upon the suffering mortals, flattening them out of existence. Their bodies would never even be noticed by the demon; the stains made by their demise would simply be washed away with his potent sweat and would no longer mar his immaculate hide. By his next summoning, there would be no signs at all left that this civilization ever existed.

After his experience destroying an entire continent, Osimaret found himself wondering just how much further he could take his destruction. Once more he found himself browsing for suitable targets until he found something seemingly impossible: An entire solar system worthy of demolition. Two planets of the eight were condemned; the others would simply be acceptable collateral damage, minimally inhabited as they were. He had to have it. Summoning the system took slightly more effort than before, in part due to the focus needed to ensure it appeared small enough for him to use, but ultimately the entire system appeared, small enough to fit in the palm of his hand. "Oh, now this is perfect..." he rumbled to himself, gazing at the tiny point of light and the even smaller rocks orbiting around it.

At first, nobody would even notice they'd been summoned; the sheer distances light had to travel made sure of that. But everyone certainly felt something as the demon's voice rumbled with the force of an earthquake, too deep for them to have any hope of understanding. The absence of stars in the distance was another clue; the darkness of space had been replaced with that deep glow of the underworld. But all they could see of the demon was the darkness of the palm of his left hand, illuminated only by the occasional flash of light off his sweaty flesh. It was only when the demon leaned in closer to observe his ever-so-tiny victims that some of them noticed his red eyes glaring down at them from high above. Word spread quickly across both of the inhabited worlds; satellites began to direct their attentions outward, trying to observe what could have caused such a bizarre phenomenon and hoping to see what would happen next.

For Osimaret, this was the first time he had acquired multiple distinct playthings at once. He could do something to the entire system at once, sure, but he could also just as easily peel off one world after another and destroy them, bit by bit. The mere thought of having billions of creatures at his disposal - indeed, his very purpose was to dispose of them - was enough to send an erotic shiver through his body. This was power that most demons only dreamed of having; Osimaret had been given the luxury of experiencing this at a whim, all at a mere whim of his summoning magic. His arousal gradually came forth and he had to stop himself from simply flattening the entire solar system against his flesh; no, he wanted to take his time with these little ones to ensure they all knew what was happening to them before their destruction.

He decided to start with the smallest of the uninhabited worlds, a tiny rock nearest the sun. The demon moved his palm downward until the entire system sat near the tip of his erection; even in the distances involved for those micros, there was no mistaking that tower of pink flesh for anything but an erection. Some adults tried to shield their children's eyes but there was little hope of disguising what was about to happen. Against that pink backdrop, the demon's black fingers were even easier to see as he plucked the first planet out of its orbit. It required the precision of a surgeon or watchmaker to avoid simply crushing the planet between his digits, but he was able to still his lusts to avoid that problem easily enough. Though he could have been quick about it, he instead took his time, allowing the mortals to see just what he had in mind. That uninhabitable rock - perhaps a thousand or more miles in diameter - was being manipulated like a mere pebble in the hands of this titanic demon. And it was being brought to the tip of his throbbing, needy erection, placed on the tip, and pressed deeply inside with one of his finger claws. That grotesque image was broadcast on every news channel in the system as the breaking news alerts went out faster than government censors could tell the press to keep quiet.

The small world made only a slight bulge in the demon's urethra; he was too massive for a mere dwarf planet to make a huge difference in his flesh. He still lowered a claw to it and traced that bulge, making damn sure the mortals before him saw it while it was still visible. After giving that a few moments, he simply absorbed as much of that mass as he could, shrinking that planet out of existence just to give himself another fraction of an inch in height. Even with that one world completely obliterated, he still had seven to play with. He wanted to save the inhabited ones for last even though they were among the smallest remaining planets, but the sheer joy of obliterating a billion damned souls in an instant would make up for their lack of size. Instead, the demon started to think of other things he could do and other toys he'd seen in the past... anal beads suddenly sprung to mind, giving him yet another idea.

Osimaret moved his left hand around below and beneath him, giving those worlds a view of his shaft towering mightily above them for a moment until he bent forward slightly. All those tiny creatures could see now were the massive cheeks of the demon's ass and the puckered hole of flesh before them. Even at this range, that asshole looked larger than a star. Once again the demon reached around and plucked a planet out of orbit, this time being less careful with it. The prints of his fingers sunk dozens of miles into seemingly solid rock, drawing forth magma from beneath the surface; a perfect lubricant for what he was about to do. He used a single finger to press that orb against his rear, then into it, causing that entire planet to simply vanish into that cavernous hole. The planet seemed like nothing more than a toy to the demon as it made a warm, pleasant bulge within his ass. He couldn't resist himself any longer; he clenched tightly, causing the world to simply shatter, collapsing into a thick mess of dust and magma that Osimaret's body slowly absorbed.

The next planet he used was slightly smaller and covered in ice and snow, allowing that world to stand out against that dark flesh for a while longer. A few citizens had gone to that planet to harvest the ice for drinking water; their reward for bravery was simply going to be serving as the first sentient victims of this demon's lust as he tore through their homes. Those miners had received the distress messages and had a vague idea of what was going on but there was no hope of their escape even if they took off immediately. Instead they simply watched, helplessly, as that enormous ring of anal flesh came ever closer to them. The heat and musk were stifling, potent, and amplified by the sheer size of the beast abusing their planets. And then, suddenly, things went dark as they were tucked into the demon's ass, never to return again. Those explorers could hear the planet itself cracking as it was pressed in deeply with a finger, accompanied only by the sounds of a lusty titan's body all around them. The icy surface of the planet was protecting them against the demon's heat, for now, but the ice and snow were melting quickly; they'd have mere minutes to live and no chance to escape. A few committed suicide but most were too dumbstruck to do more than stare in horror at the fleshy walls all around them, illuminated only by the emergency beacons that would normally broadcast into space. Those on the inhabited worlds could see that planet simply disappear into the demon's body, a faint ball of white swallowed by the darkness.

Groaning, Osimaret wanted to simply get himself off now, but he still had five more planets to toy with and didn't wish to waste this opportunity. He noticed that two of them were of similar size and just smirked as another idea crossed his mind. He moved those two worlds into his right hand, then brought his left just in front of his going. Though he didn't have external balls, given his cetacean heritage, he saw no problem in showing off those planets as if they were his orbs. He rolled them around as if he were cupping his balls, faking a firm squeeze, as he tried to convey that his masculinity alone was enough to overpower those pathetic mortals cowering in terror of his very presence. Then he simply groaned and absorbed them. They shrank in his paw, slowly at first, then more quickly as he converted their mass into even more girth for his dick. It plumped noticeably from that addition, as well as the sheer surge of orgasmic pleasure that accompanied taking on yet more power from his playthings.

But now, there was just one more uninhabitable rock left before he had the two occupied worlds left to deal with. Sighing to himself, he made a note that he needed to find even bigger planetary systems to make use of next time. Simply having eight planets to toy with wasn't nearly enough after all. But it would certainly do for now. That last planet was quickly snatched up between Osimaret's fingers, looked over, then tucked directly into his maleslit. There was barely enough room for that world in there, but it still seemed to the mortals that the demon's sheath was bottomless, endless, as it simply sucked in a planet thousands of miles across. The mortals were certainly trying to send some kind of distress signal to nearby planets to warn them of their impending doom, but as they were no longer in that same universe, there was nobody to warn and nobody to plead with for help. The demon was certainly not going to listen to them, if he could hear their tiny, pathetic pleas at all. The escape pods could launch them off the planets but there was simply nowhere to go and, in this strange new world, gravity might pull those ships to a fiery crash and simply doom them to death in some other fashion. Though a few were indeed trying to escape, the demon did catch on; those escapees were shrunk out of existence entirely and were too insignificant to even increase the narwhal's size.

"And now what do I do with you..." the demon rhetorically asked. He knew those planets would never hear him, but simply asking was enough amuse him. A sudden grumbling from his stomach was enough to remind him that he hadn't eaten in some time, and what better to snack on than a few billion damned souls? He decided to simply eat one of those planets, sparing the other, for reasons no deeper than mere amusement. It's not like those mortals were going to stop him. He lifted his left hand toward his mouth and simply smirked at the tiny planets before him. Even eating both of them wouldn't begin to satisfy his hunger but the temptation of showing those mortals how casually he could destroy them was too much to miss. He leaned in an extended his dark tongue, letting it swipe one of those planets clean off his palm and into his maw. Those on the surface of that damned planet saw their sky going black as the flesh tongue descended upon them, soon slurping them up like they were a mere sprinkle atop an ice cream cone. Many millions perished from that first lick alone, crushed between the tongue and the planet's surface. Others were struggled and eventually drowned in his saliva. Still others survived, of course, and felt themselves hurtling through space once more and into that cavernous hell simply known as Osimaret's mouth.

Within the demon's mouth, his white teeth were all that stood out against the otherwise solid black, glistening flesh. He left his mouth open for a few moments, allowing the two worlds to see one another once more. They couldn't save themselves. They never could. They never had that chance. The demon's mouth slowly closed, sealing that one planet's fate while those on the other small orb could simply watch in terror, knowing that it could have been them and it could well be them if the demon willed it. For those inside the mouth, things became even more hellish. The heat of the demon's breath made things warm quickly, while the humidity made it increasingly difficult to breathe. The stench of his breath was like that of pure brimstone, mixed with the decaying meat of a previous meal. Worse for them, the saliva was clearly corrosive, given the way the planet started to melt like a cracker in a bowl of soup. The world was slowly caving in beneath them, all from the demon casually suckling on them like a piece of candy. A few people were sucked clean off the planet, sent hurtling for what seemed like miles until they landed upon the tongue. Their suffering was brief but horrific as they practically melted within his mouth. Others tried to cling to solid ground for as long as they could, fleeing from the waves of saliva as the world was tossed around inside the demon's mouth. Their screams seemed to disappear into the darkness; they didn't echo in that vast, fleshy chamber. As the planet crumbled, he absorbed that size; nothing went to waste in his efforts to become even more powerful.

Outwardly, the demon just groaned in lust and lowered the other world to his groin once again. He didn't use them for anything, but simply gave them a wildly pornographic view of his shaft as he started to stroke himself off once more. These mortals were too tiny, weak, and pathetic to even be worthy of touching his malehood. Yes, Osimaret thought, these mortals didn't even deserve to be crushed against his dick; they needed to be used in other ways. This thought, along with the feeling those of suffering in his mouth, was enough kindle the demon's lust into a full blaze of passion once again. The planet was held near the tip and only sheer luck kept their world from being destroyed by a droplet of pre as those enormous, glistening orbs of fluid crashed into the demon's palm. "Die, you pathetic mortals..." he snarled; his voice instantly deafened those left within his mouth, though their pain was short lived as he swallowed what remained of that world, sending it to be crushed within his throat.

As Osimaret came for the third time this afternoon, he moved the other planet off to the side, just far enough to ensure they weren't snuffed out in his cum. Each thick rope could have engulfed the entire planetary system, if it were intact; a single droplet of seed would easily have devoured that entire world. But instead, those mortals were treated to the largest cumshot they would ever see. Trillions of gallons of cum fired off, time and time again, only subsiding after the longest half minute those mortals would ever experience. Though Osimaret was winded, he also had an equally humiliating plan for those mortals. Besides, he needed to clean himself up; it wouldn't do for a demon of his caliber to be seen reeking of this much musky sweat. He closed his fist around the planet, sealing them in darkness, but not crushing any of them. He reopened his chambers and walked down a hallway to a nearby room. A glyph on the wall marked his destination; he walked in and locked a rather mundane looking wooden door behind him.

Once the demon was inside, he reopened his palm and carefully deposited the planet into a pit of sorts. That pit reeked of a powerful, acrid stench, so strong it made the mortals' eyes water and threatened to burn out the noses of every living creature on the planet. Their world hovered just above the swampy ground, presumably kept afloat by some power of the demon tormenting them. "Welcome to the lavatory," Osimaret explained, laughing down at his playthings. "I have other needs to relieve and figured this would be the best way to deal with you pesky little creatures. Enjoy the shower." Though the mortals couldn't hear him, they were starting to realize what was going on, particularly as the demon took his flaccid member into his hand and took aim at their world. It was far, far too late for them to do more than look up in sheer horror as a golden deluge came upon their world like a great flood.

The first spurt of piss missed their planet. It was just too small a target to aim at the first time around. But he corrected his aim quickly enough and soon he was inundating the planet with nothing more than pure piss. It was as horrible as one would expect from a demon, especially in a world where water was scarce. The fluid was a dark yellow, steaming hot even relative to the hellish atmosphere in the underworld. The stench nearly made Osimaret's nose wrinkle; it was a million times worse to the creatures below. Their only saving grace is that very few of them had to smell it at all; most were simply crushed as the ten-thousand-mile wide column of piss crashed upon their world, shattering the planet's surface into a billion pieces. Only those on the underside of the planet - those who could only see what was happening thanks to television - had the horror of actually surviving for more than half a second. The fluid started to drip around the sides of the planet, rushing toward them like a tidal wave dozens of miles high. That wave of dark gold was steadily making its way toward them, slow enough for them to actually recognize what was happening, but still far too quickly for the mortals to even consider attempting an escape. It advanced without mercy, destroying everything it touched in an instant; the stench was toxic but the actual touch of the acid was instantly lethal. By the time Osimaret had emptied his bladder, nothing was left of the planet except a tiny lump of dirt that was slowly collapsing as the acids dissolved the last of it. Sighing with relief, Osimaret left the lavatory and considered what to do next.

Though Osimaret had found his task immensely enjoyable so far, he also started to wonder what other options were open to him. He then thought back to the orders given to him. Whatever you devise was fair game. He could do whatever he wanted as long as it resulted in the damned being executed and sent to the next life. Nothing said he had to do it alone, however... His mind raced with possibilities. Who or what could he bring into this twisted little world of his to assist in the destruction of the doomed? He would have to be selective in his choices of course. It would be a dishonor to his powers to take simply anyone as a partner. No, he would have to find someone who was of a similar mindset, someone who could handle the endless, limitless, eternal physical power that this task allowed him. Someone with the strength of body to relish having even more power but who also had the strength of mind to appreciate the finer points of demolishing the damned in inventive ways.

Osimaret briefly considered conscripting another demon or several for his task, but simply scoffed at that idea. His superiors wouldn't take kindly to him finding mere underlings to do his job for him. No, few others in the underworld were even worthy of the task allowed to him. He would instead have to go to the surface and find some mortal with suitable desires. One of the benefits of being a demon was access to uncountable worlds and technology. He had access to the Internet, yes, as well as similar networks for other species in other worlds. Osimaret sat down at the desk in his room and summoned his computer, beginning his search. He immediately dismissed humans as too weak; the only ones capable of doing what he wanted were psychopaths and he didn't want to waste his powers on the mentally unstable. Other thoughts came to mind and were quickly dismissed. His search continued for some time until, finally, he found something promising: A race of dragons who held both physical and mental strength in the highest regard. "Perfect," he thought, as he found an exhibition on the planet. It was a sort of interplanetary final, showcasing the best of the best from the entire system, and not just of the dragons. The demon would blend right in, aided by his increased bulk from his earlier victims. A brief moment of thought allowed him to construct a portal to that world; he was there within moments, walking among the thousands of mortals like he was simply one of them.

Even though Osimaret was trying to blend in, the mortals gave him room and allowed him to get close to the performers. He made good use of this ability, taking a seat near the stage to watch the show unfold. One dragon after another walked forth, showcasing their physical perfection, both in raw power and grace as they strode across the stage. Each one of the finalists had a mere minute to showcase themselves. Most were dismissed by the demon quickly and, as the show drew to a close, he started to grumble under his breath about even these creatures being a waste of time. But the last of the dragons immediately caught his attention. For one, this dragon stood noticeably taller than the others. For another, his scales glistened flawlessly even under the harsh lighting of the stage; he clearly put great pride in keeping his body immaculate, much like the demon did. "Azure Ebonwing," the announcer said, giving this dragon's name. Indeed, those sapphire scales and blackened wings were a perfect combination of colors, at least in the demon's eyes. He now knew he had made the right decision; he would simply have to wait for his opportunity to approach the inevitable winner. Azure flexed upon the stage, showing off every set of muscles in his body. His thighs, wings, chest, and arms all alternately went on display, while a mere loincloth covered his malehood. The occasional hint of a bulge against that fabric impressed even the demon; this dragon was indeed massive in all the right ways. Azure noticed Osimaret staring at him and he simply winked at the demon before taking his place at the back of the stage, waiting for the judges.

The demon waited somewhat impatiently for the rest of the pageantry to take place and for winners to be announced. Azure was in the top three in every single category in addition to being the overall winner; the dragon seemed to be completely free from flaws. When the show ended, Azure began to walk off the stage; Osimaret moved to intercept him. "Azure, was it?" the demon spoke, addressing the dragon. "What would you say if I told you that I could help you attain power beyond your wildest dreams?"

"I'd say you're the third or fourth whackjob who's made me that offer this week," Azure smirked. "Got anything better for me?"

Osimaret glared at the dragon. Apparently his one flaw was arrogance. No matter; he still had another idea. "Yes. Unlike those charlatans, I can actually prove it if you allow me five minutes of your time. I'm simply seeking the best beings in the universe for a little... project of mine and I feel you would both help me and appreciate the results. Please, Azure," the demon extended his right arm, palm open, "Take my hand and come with me for just a moment."

Azure was quite skeptical, to say the least, but the demon certainly had a way with words. "Fine. You have five minutes. Prove it." That was all the dragon had to say before taking the demon's hand.

"Five minutes. I am nothing if not a keeper of my word," Osimaret said, nodding his head respectfully. He knew there would be no time to waste; he simply teleported them back to his chambers in the underworld. The dragon was shocked but maintained his composure. In front of the two muscular beasts stood an anthropomorphic fox. The brown-and-white furred fox really wasn't that small - he stood almost seven feet in height - but compared to the 16' tall demon and 20' tall dragon, he was quite puny. The little one yerfed nervously, but seemed unable to speak in a language that either the demon or dragon could understand.

"So what is this?" Azure asked. Osimaret said nothing, instead gesturing to the fox before them. And then, he started siphoning power away from the fox, funneling it into the dragon. Azure's jaw slowly dropped as he saw the fox shrinking before him before a lustful groan escaped his muzzle. He could feel that power flooding into his body, bulking up his already impressive frame and adding an inch to his towering height. It felt like an intoxicating warmth from within, almost like the warmth of an intense workout, without actually having to lift a muscle. Azure's eyes drifted closed so he could focus just on the experience of his body gradually expanding and the immensely pleasant tingling that spread throughout him.

Osimaret paused after half a minute and allowed the dragon to take in what happened. The fox now was even smaller and no longer came up to the knees of either of his captors. While he previously had been well toned, like a distance runner, the fox now looked as if he hadn't eaten in weeks and was struggling to merely stand upright under his own power. "This..." Osimaret said as he gestured to the diminutive fox, "Is my gift to you, Azure. Pure, infinite power, siphoned from souls already damned by some higher power. They're already going to be condemned, Azure; you need not worry about having the blood of the innocent on your immaculate paws. I would be violating my role in this little play if I brought someone innocent into this realm against their will. After all, even demons have rules and I am still bound by them."

Azure thought about this offer for a long moment. He was already the greatest dragon on his world, but with this... he could possibly be the most powerful dragon in the history of his race. It would violate his moral code to decline the chance for even more strength. But with it coming from others, was it truly right? Osimaret sensed the dragon's hesitation and quickly spoke to reassure him. "If I bring any harm to come to someone who is not deserving of it, I assure you that a power far greater than my own would quickly correct that imbalance. I am simply tasked with bringing the condemned to their fate and was given liberty to do so any way I see fit. I simply see fit to share my power with others who seek to improve themselves and have shown they are worthy of handling such a thing. If you are interested, Azure, all you have to do is imagine yourself draining the mass from that pathetic, weak fox in front of you and adding it to your own glorious scales. His weakness can become your strength. You know someone that weak should be punished for failing to make the most of their body, as you have done and will do under my care."

With every word, Osimaret watched the dragon's face to see what impact his argument was having. He seemed to be getting through to this delightful creature. And then, Azure decided to give it a try on his own. Osimaret observed as the dragon began to drain even more height from the fox, slowly taking another six inches from the small, fuzzy thing and using it to bulk up his thighs. "By the gods that feels amazing..." Azure said, groaning with scarcely contained pleasure.

"Doesn't it though?" Osimaret replied. "With this you could attain a level of perfection that you never dreamed possible. Go on, take what you want from the fox. Take every last inch from him." Those words broke through to the dragon and coaxed him into continuing. It was hard for him to control the size theft, however; he near-instantly drained the fox's size from four feet to just one. The dragon's entire body bulged for a moment as he tried to accommodate all that extra mass, though some of it flowed freely down to his erection. Azure began to stroke himself as he simply watched that fox cower, shrinking even smaller as the dragon made good use of his size.

"You sad little fox..." Azure said, getting into the same mindset as the demon. "To think, you're being punished for your failure," Azure emphasized that last word, snarling it like the foulest insult of his language, "To actually make something of your body. You had an entire lifetime to try become something like this." The dragon gestured to himself, then at the demon next to him. "And now? You're just going to be another inch on my dick because I feel like it." As he spoke, Azure stole another several inches of size from the fox, directing it all to the bulge barely hidden by his loincloth. His erection began to push that fabric away, making the fox whimper even more frantically as these two giants toyed with his very life.

Azure started to walk forward toward the fox, who tried to walk backward and simply fell over his feet. As the fox landed on his rear, the dragon just snarled. Azure picked him up and threw him against the desk, bent over, tail in the air. "I wonder if I can make this fit in your rear, tailraiser..." Azure said, still stroking his growing erection. Osimaret simply stood back and watched what the dragon would do, given the chance to break someone in whatever way he saw fit. The dragon's cock slowly rose into the air, showing off its sapphire flesh and black head, all while looming over the squirming, screeching fox. "Shut up," Azure said, gripping the fox's head in his left hand, while his right positioned his dragonhood against the mammal's rear, pushed against his tailhole. "Relax before I rip you in half." Those orders were enough to make the fox comply; his protests were reduced to a quiet whimpering and his writhing came to a near-total stop.

No lubrication was offered to the fox aside from the precum that had collected on the dragon's cocktip. For Azure, the friction was delightful. For the fox, it was torturous. The dragon's shaft was unyielding as it plowed into the fox's body, shoving aside whatever parts of his anatomy happened to be in the way. Without lube, the thick shaft literally tore into the bottom's ass, causing untold damage to the little one. And worse still for the mammal, Azure wasn't done stealing size from him yet. The dragon grasped onto the fox's legs to pull his shaft even deeper into the furry one, all while stealing inch after inch from a creature that was looking more like a condom with each passing moment. Before long, the fox could no longer even whimper; the dragon's cock was pressing against his lungs, preventing him from drawing nearly enough air to survive. Most of the rest of his organs had been pushed violently against his ribs or simply squished. The only mercy is that his nerves were suffering equal damage which blocked some of the pain from ever reaching his brain.

Once the fox was too small to even press into, Azure simply grasped the furry one in his right hand and began to jerk off, using him as if he were nothing more than a masturbation aid. One violent stroke after another continued to pummel the fox from within, continuing to reduce his innards to nothing more than a warm pulp. But the dragon didn't care about anything but his pleasure, driven into a frenzy by his desire to destroy a creature who was simply too weak to be allowed to live. Really, the fox didn't even deserve the chance to pleasure the dragon, but Azure figured this destructive act of lust was a suitable punishment nonetheless. Grunting with lust, and with a sheen of sweat forming on his scales, Azure finally reached his peak.

The fox looked to be vomiting cum as it ravaged what little remained of his body. Azure growled and held the fox's mouth shut once again. "You can't even make a decent condom you disgusting ball of fluff," he said, spitting onto the fox's head. Panting as he rode his peak, he continued to shrink the fox until the furry one's body was finally destroyed, ripped in half by that mighty dragonhood. Osimaret helped the dragon clean himself by means of absorption; Azure's body simply soaked in the remains of the fox and added it as more girth to his shaft. Gradually, his lust and bloodlust began to subside, until the dragon was left panting in pure bliss.

"So..." Osimaret said, trying to draw Azure out of his reverie. "I take it you would be interested in joining me in my mission to rid the world of the weak, damned creatures that have no business existing in the pleasure of such glorious beasts as us?" The demon extended a hand to the dragon, grinning up at the scaled beast.

"Yes," Azure said, grinning broadly. "Absolutely yes. And I know even more who could join us. We could become more and more numerous, snuffing out those who don't deserve to live, only preserving a few that prove themselves to be useful to our ends. I have friends who could join us and aid your cause, demon. Just give me the chance to talk to them and I know they'll want in."

"Excellent," Osimaret replied, letting go of that handshake. "Then we will have much to do. We will have to construct our own training facility down here, to ensure that your bodies and minds stay sharp, even as the damned mortals are obliterated, one after another. There will be others, and not mere foxes like that, but entire worlds to subjugate for our needs." The mere thought of destroying a world like that made Azure's lusts flare once again. "But for now, rest in my chamber. There will be time for that tomorrow." Azure suddenly noticed a bed in the corner of the room; he knew it hadn't been there before. It was scaled to his size, with sheets of the finest silk, reinforced to resist the tearing of his claws. "Sleep, please. We can return to your world to acquire your acquaintances and allies another time. I need to make preparations here."

The words were enough to drive the dragon toward the bed as a wave of fatigue washed over him. Part of him didn't want to trust the demon - after all, Osimaret was still a demon - but there was no turning back now. The dragon made himself comfortable in that bed, sprawled out on his back, pulled the sheets over him, and quickly drifted to sleep. There would be much to do once he was fully rested.